#i dont think either of us have slept???

[crowsncaws]

ive been making puppet play minecraft with me for two weeks straight i think

caw

[anaalnathrakhs]

...i'm starting to wonder if i wasn't actually pretty often failed by the adults in my life as a young kid tbh.

[italiantea]

honestly the reason online friendships work is because we dont do things together enough for you to find me annoying or incompetent and i dont know you well enough to be mean to you

[savethepinecones]

hm

[tinylittlebab]

well theres almost no food i even like the taste of here so win?

[imsilay]

AGOWILT

“unnecessary fear”

NSFW MDNI +18, cw: noncon, Kidnapper!König, fem!reader, smuuutttt.

wc: 1.9k ( it’s too much for me Ü )

help me i am constantly thinking about König AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO STOP IT T-T

cr: rU3Ur (LET ME HAVE HIM OMAAAYYGAAATT)

You looked out of the worlds most tiniest window as König comfortably slept on top of you. Feeling of your soft body underneath his big and broader frame made him feel ‘home’. He wouldn’t exchange anything to have you under him like that. Your arms were sprayed both sides of you, you didn’t wanted to touch him yet here he was covering your entire body like a warm blanket. You felt him hold you a little tighter and move his head towards your neck from your chest. He was probably having a dream, you thought, not really caring how close his head was to your jugular. You didn’t knew what time it was, there was no clock, no window except the small opening on the wall -you hardly called it a window-, there was nothing but him. The massive bedroom was just made for him, no unnecessary items, just a giant bed, a furniture for him to put his gun, a closet and you. What else he’d want? You didn’t notice his face coming dangerously close to your throat when you get lost in your thoughts. He nearly made you jump when his lips brushed against your jugular. And eventually his big hand was around your neck, almost wrapping around it whole and his lips pressed against your most vulnerable part. You didn’t even thought he was awake, you were used to these kind of touches from him in his asleep state. It was like he was sensing how overwhelmed your thoughts became, always. Even in his sleep.

You were the first woman he was letting himself to be vulnerable with, and he’d be damned to let you go. Not when he finally had you within his hands. He knew he was a hard man to deal with. His wishes were unlimited like his needs for you. So he made sure to keep you close, at least whenever he wasn’t deployed. And god he hated deployments. Only if it wasn’t for his adrenaline fulfill and paychecks, he’d be more than happy to stay with his sweet girl, to fuck her until he was satisfied, to hold her tightly afterwards and treat her like the queen she was. Even when he was dreaming, he was dreaming of you. It’d be everything, either fucking you dumb or the time he finally convinced you to wear the ring he got for you. There was no in between. Every single thought of his was lead to you.

You felt him breath in deeply and unconsciously started to run his thumb up and down on your throat. It was some kind of strange routine for him. You doubted that even he was aware of it. When he finally spoke it was nothing but a ‘Morning.’ with his morning voice which never missed to make you feel your stomach tighten. It was 5 AM. You already memorized his routine by now. Never changing since the day he brought you. He finally moved to his side and you thought you were finally free but he didn’t let go. His hand around your throat pulled you closer to his eye level and other wrapped around your waist, sneaking underneath your -his- t-shirt. “Couldn’t sleep, meine kleine?” he purred as he tilted your chin up to get his morning kiss. You didn’t even protested him, you’ve lost your feistiness for long ago. “Did you missed your family? Your friends? Or your little cat?” he chuckled dryly when you didn’t returned his kiss. You weren’t protesting but it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted you to love him as he loved you. In the other hand you were thinking of him nothing but a obsessive psycho. Most of the time you feel scared and the rest, you felt numb. Oh he knew how to push your buttons, he had watched you enough to know all your weaknesses. When you remained silent it only made him want to push you further. It was better to see you stare at him with hatred and anger. His eyes swept over your pretty features, desperately wanting the burning light back into your eyes. “Did you know that your parents almost had a heart attack in your funeral?” and he got what he wanted instantly, your addicting lips trembled and eyes lit up. A sight he would die for. “You’re nothing but a selfish, disgusting and a coward man.” your face twisted with hatred and irritation as you tried to squirm away from his grasp. Yet all your efforts were to not move an inch. His grip was too stronger to let you escape. “That’s what i’m talking about, meine kleine. Keep on hating me, call me disgusting and coward all you want. I only know i’m enough selfish to have you just f’me. Only mine.” Solely his. Yeah, you knew that from the start. All he wanted was to have you for himself. He didn’t even care if it was risky to fake your death and bring you into his house, hidden in the depths of the forests. Even his closest friends had no knowledge about that little hiding place of his. His favorite thing in the morning was to kiss you until you were whining and trying to push him off for some air. Oh how he loved to be all over you. “C’mere.” his hands stilled you so you wouldn’t be able to turn your head away. His lips were on yours in instant. He needed it like he needed to breathe. And he expected you to give your breath to him. If it was possible he’d love to just be able to breathe from your lips. His source of life. “Kiss me back.” he growled against your lips as he pulled your body against his as close as possible. The feeling of your smaller form against him, the power he had over you send shivers down to his spine. Soon he was begging-demanding for you to return his kiss. “Bitte, Maus! Just a kiss. Don’t get all shy now. Let me have it.” his hands were trembling from holding himself back just to not hurt you. Or his hands would grip your waist in a bruising force because he was getting more and more frustrated the more you denied him. There was really no room for you to think. He was stealing your breath only to give you his breath. When you finally captured his bottom lip he groaned into the kiss and his body shuddered. It always got you by surprise to see a man like him to get lost in these little things. He surely was a desperate man. Of course you noticed it, who wouldn’t when he pressed his thumb to your chin to dive into a more open mouthed kiss. His hands may be gentle but his lips were crashing against yours in a bruising kiss. When he captured your tongue to suckle, you let out the sweetest whine, he couldn’t help but press his growing bulge against you for some friction.

One of his leg crept against yours to bend his knee and press his muscly thigh against your clothed cunt. If you could describe him as a sin certainly he’d be the greediness. He knew no limit when it was you. His hunger and need never ending. You tried to tell him to stop but he was too lost in his mission to kiss you breathless to care for your pitiful whimperings. “Can’t get enough.” he mumbled when he finally let you breathe and you felt him leaning in again, his lips chasing yours as you moved your head away. “Stop. König!” his breath hitched in his throat but his gaze never left your kiss-swollen lips. “Scheiße. Say it again. Say my name.” he growled, you were constantly trying to keep the distance but whenever you moved an inch he just grounded his thigh against your dripping cunt. “Will you stop if i say it?” your raised eyebrow was so cute, you thinking that you could make a deal with him was even cuter. “Ja.” he whispered and his gaze dropped to your lips again, just to catch the way you pronounced his name. “König.” you mumbled so quietly it wasn’t even audible for you. “Can’t hear.” his brows furrowed in concentration, his gaze glued to your lips. “König.” your voice unintentionally sounded like a breathy whine when his thigh brushed against your sensitive clit. A deep humm vibrated from his chest with contentment, he got you where he wanted.

“Braves Mädchen. Good fucking girl.” his fingers tangled with your hair as he pulled you into another deep kiss. You could feel him grin against the kiss when you started to grind on his thigh. It fed his ego to have you squirming within his grip. There was nothing like to have you more and more desperate for him, not like he was for you. His desperation was too much for you. You would only want him when he got you all worked up but he was fraught with need. Just from your little touch he could get on his knees and worship your very being. His other hand moved among your bodies and went down, down and down until you felt it tugging at your sweatpants and then eventually throwing them off of the bed with the blankets that was covering you both. His lips were moving to your chin then your neck to bite then again back to your swollen lips. He could never get enough of your sweet taste and he’d hate to miss the opportunity to have you moaning into his lips when his fingers ran up and down on your slit. The sensation of having his fingers brushed against your clit left you moaning shakily. Just against his lips, just as he wanted. “Want me to play with that sweet pussy? Was that why you were being grumpy?” he chuckled lightly and breathless. He was nearly panting at that point but how could he miss the opportunity to get you talk to him. “I- oh my, i didn’t said that!” you snapped but he just kept brushing his fingers against your sensitive clit. He loved the way you looked at him in disbelief, all innocent and ready for him to manipulate. “Your body ‘s more honest, i won’t listen to you now.” a wolfish grin crept across his face as the pad of his finger drew tight circles on your clit. Your whole body shuddered and you instinctively gripped his forearm, his free hand was tangled in your head to make you look into his eyes while he played with you, but you didn’t tried to stop him. Not when he got you so close with just playing with you a little. He absolutely cherished the way your pretty lips got into an ‘o’ shape when his lengthy fingers suddenly entered your tight hole knuckle deep. You little gasp with the clenching of your tight pussy was all he wanted at that point. “That pretty brain of yours always goes dumb when i play with you.” he chuckled deeply, his fingers pumping in and out of your dripping cunt and making your legs shake with the pace of it. His fingers curled deliciously in your walls and his length, thick fingers never missed the spots that got you squirming and moaning. And eventually he made you cum, his fingers never slowing its pace and letting you ride the aftershocks of your orgasm. “Pretty girl.” he purred and nuzzled his face into your neck. His fingers finally retreated from your sensitive sex and before you could react he was sucking his fingers, tasting how sweet you were for him. He’d love to go down and taste it from the first place…

(i know this isn’t what you wanted but i tried lmao）

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i’m so tired that i’m about to pass out lmao- bye

(～﹃～)~zZ

i can do a pt.2 if my bbgs wants. but god knows when ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[lovrre]

Agreement prt1

Art Donaldson x Fem black reader

Warnings: cursing, infidelity(kinda), slight smut (fingering) sub ish Art. Slight he loves her more trope, needy Art and probably some other stuff

Word count: 2k

Summary: Despite being engaged to one of the top and richest tennis players in the US, you feel unfulfilled. But everything changes when you transfer schools and meet Art Donaldson, who just can’t quit you.

Author note: GUYS GUYS, PLEASE DON’T KILL ME. MY WRITERS BLOCK HAS BEEN SO BAD YOU DONT UNDERSTANDDD, But I’m finishing all my requests and unfinished fics soon so stay tuned. 😚

Sitting on the bed in your brand new silk pajamas, you found yourself distracted, just like you had been the day before and the day before that. You played with The edge of the book you were attempting to read,mindlessly repeated the last sentence over and over in your head trying to retain anything. The loud television and the whirring of the ceiling fan only added to the chaos. Plus the freezing cold air conditioning of the hotel room made it impossible to concentrate.

In a desperate attempt to regain some semblance of focus, you clumsily reached for the remote, hoping to silence at least one of the distractions. your eyes falling on your fiancé who was sleeping peacefully, his dark hair all messy, in his crisp white t-shirt that matched perfectly to the expensive hotel sheets, he looked so sweet,so innocent. You thought if he slept more, maybe everything could work out

Mike slept while snuggled into your side. Like he often did when you two shared a bed, You had attempted to remove him several times but every time he ended right back at your side so you gave up, In any other scenario his action would seem romantic but they only made you feel worse than you were already feeling. In an effort to relieve some guilt you liked to reminded yourself your engagement was never out of love but business. But then again the line did blur in the beginning of your relationship. Before you left for Stanford, you and Mike got caught up in the act of pretending be in love.

After that you could never really tell real from fake with him, he didn’t like you talking to other men. He’d shower you with really expensives grift but then leave town and not answer your calls or text for days. But when no one was watching he’d try to hug and kiss you. The whole thing was confusing, You had known idea how he persived your relationship but you knew You Felt guilty, without all the technicallys, you knew that you still lied,

The people ate up the role you and Mike played. occasionally you’d have to leave campus and go out in public holding hands or sharing kisses in the rain. But it was all for show, at least on your end. Your Dad made sure to reminded you That, it was the love sick tennis player in love with his coaches daughter that sold tickets. kept the stands full of women hoping to catch the world win romances in action. Also Brought in a large number of his clientele. He promised It wouldn’t be forever unless you wanted to be. And Really how could you complain? 20 years old engaged to One of the wealthiest and most talented tennis players in the world and he wasn't bad looking either. Before all this, you weren't too keen on love anyway, so what were you really missing out on?

~~~

Ten months before

Patrick serves but Art's attention is elsewhere. The ball zooms past Art for the second time, prompting Patrick to turn around and finally see who's behind him. His gaze lands on you, playing tennis alone on a smaller court. The sun shining off your smooth, glistening skin, and your pink tennis dress gracefully flowing with each jump and run.

"Oh, I get it," Patrick chuckles, glancing back at Art. "She's hot. You should talk to her, maybe offer her a lesson. She could use it," Patrick suggests, looking back at you as you let another tennis ball from the machine fly past you . "I think I've seen her somewhere before," Patrick mutters, tapping his racket against his leg.

Still in a daze, Art jogged over to your court. "Oh, you're serious," Patrick murmured watching as he went over to you following closely behind him. "Hi," Art greets, slightly out of breath walking up to the net. "Hi?" you respond, slightly confused, giving him a small wave.

"Are you new here?"

"To the school or the court?" You ask

"Both."

"I'm new to both” you say a little breathless wiping sweat from your forehead.

“I just transferred," you explain.

"Where did you go before?"

"A small community college in Virginia."

"What about tennis?"

"You have a lot of questions," you laugh, tapping your tennis racket against your leg.

"Im just curious “Art jokes.

"I'm just doing this because my fiancé is a tennis player. I thought I'd try to learn," you reveal.

“Finance?” Art questions.

“Yep”

“ how old are you like 20?”

“ actually 19, I turn twenty in a couple months”

“And you're getting married?” Art asked clearly dumbfounded

“Yes” you laugh at his forwardness

", is he a pro or college?", Art asked, assuming the answer would be college.

“Pro," you replied, letting your curls fall freely from your hair tie. Art couldn't help but admire how beautiful you were,too young to be tied down

"Anyone we would know?" Art asks following you as you walk over to the bench with your tennis bag. "Hmm, maybe," you hum, sitting down to tie your shoe. "Mike Fitts."

"Your fiancé is Mike Fitts!" Patrick exclaims a little too loudly. "Mhmm," you confirm, starting to tie your other shoe. "If Mike Fitts is your fiancé, why are you here?"

"Are you referring to the court or the school?" you ask, looking up at both Art and Patrick.

"Both," Art and Patrick respond in unison.

You chuckled as you stuffed your tennis racket into your bag. "Well, whether I'm engaged or not, I always planned to graduate college. And Mike is too busy right now to teach me, so I'm trying to teach myself."

The two of them nod in understanding as you stand up. "It was really nice meeting both of you, but I have class," you announce, throwing your tennis bag over your shoulder. "By the way, it would be great if you guys could keep the whole fiancé thing on the down low. I'm trying to keep it as quiet as possible for now."

"Yeah, no problem," one of them replies.

"Of course," the other adds.

"Thanks, I really appreciate it," you say giving them a small smile before turning around to leave the court.

just as you're about to walk away, Art calls out after you, "Wait! You said you're trying to learn, right? we could coach you if you want” Patrick gives him a look and Art ignores it waiting for your response.

You pause, considering the offer.

”the both of you?” you asked gesturing between them. Art gives you a nod. at that moment The risk didn't seem too big so you said

. "Sure," with small shrug

"How about tomorrow at 12:30?" you suggest, checking the pink Bvlgari watch Mike got you.

"Perfect," Art responds with a shit eating smile

“Ok see you guys ” you laugh walking out the court

~~~~~~

“Yeah see” Patrick says reading a newspaper. “Olympic coach, Dylan yLn, Daughter engaged to Olympics gold medalist Mike fitts” Patrick reads next to a photo of you and Mike smiling as you showed off your huge

engagement ring. “She wasn’t bull shitting”

“Let me see” Art says grabbing the newspaper. “She didn't have on her engagement ring when we saw her...” Art trails off

“You can't be serious” Patrick laughs

“What?”

“She’s engaged Art, not to anyone either,” Patrick leaned in on the table so only he could hear. “she’s engaged Mike Fitts!”

“I didn't say anything,” Art defends

“ you don't have to” Patrick says stealing a fry off Arts plate plopping it in him mouth.

”I know you,”

~~~~~

After that day, everything seemed to blend together. Art and Patrick dedicated themselves to training you throughout the weekdays for three entire months until you got tired of it and decided on once a week. You told Mike you found a coach but never told him who. Since they were kinda the only people you knew in the entire school, the three of you grew close fast. You started going out to bars and parties together. you had your most memorable college moments with the two of them. And then, your birthday arrived. Patrick had left for some torment and it was just you and Art.

You two were just having so much fun that night. On thing led to another And before you realized it, the two of you were constantly having “fun together”. It didn't matter where - in the dorm, in the shower, or even on the floor. It was bad, but you two couldn't stop

Trying to clear your mind you Let out a sigh. you carefully remove Mike from your side sitting up to taking a sip of you're water on the nightstand. Trying to ignore the ache of your core. This is how you spent every night away from him, needy, uncomfortable. You heard a knock at the door which almost caused you to spill water on yourself. You Quickly put your drink down and run to answer it before the person could knock again careful to be quiet not to wake up Mike.

You swung the door open to find Art standing there, hair slightly damp, with huge smile on his face. "Are you out of your mind?" you whisper, stepping out of the room and shutting the door quietly behind you. You can't help but notice his thin athletic hoodie and gym shorts. Slightly wet clinging to his skin as if he just stepped out of the shower.

"It's past one ,"Art huffed out , his voice filled with urgency and desire as he leaned in for a kiss. his hand gently cradling the side of your face in the process.

When the realization of what was happening washed over you, you pulled away, but still stayed close enough to feel his breath against your skin. "Art," you breathed out, eyes darting down the hall to check if anyone saw. Your hand instinctively found its place on his strong chest, you savored the feeling and the look of your manicured nails there, not knowing when you be able to do it again.

"I like these," Art hummed, playing with the hem of your pajama shorts. He rolled the fabric between his fingers, his big hand gracing you thighs in the process. The little touch sent shivers down your spine. You somehow composed yourself pushing him away gently with your index finger, creating some distance between you two.

He looked at you with sad eyes like a rejected puppy. "Mike’s sleeping inside," you whisper, worried someone could hear. "What does that mean?"

There was a long pause as you carefully choose your next words. Art stared at you intently, trying to decipher your expression. "You slept with him?” Art asks, as if he already knew the answer.

"No, I didn't sleep with him!” You whisper yelled, “He just showered and fell asleep," you explained,

"What's bothering you then?"

"I feel guilty."

"You didn't feel guilty at Stanford."

"Mike wasn't at Stanford."

“You care about Mike's feelings now ?" Art's asks furrows his brow, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and hurt.

" I don’t know… he’s been nicer lately and were supposed to be married in three days”

“You’re actually thinking about going through with it?” Art asked the hurt now evident in his voice.

“There’s nothing I can do now, I signed contracts, this isn’t just about us anymore I’ve told you this”

“What about the private investors?”

"That's just a 'what if,' a perfect 'what if,' but we don't even know if he's seeing someone."

“ If I win tomorrow?”

“Art If you win are lose tomorrow it doesn’t change anything, my Dad expects me at the alter on Sunday regardless, nothings gonna change that”

“But you don’t love him ”

“ I could” your words come out more a question, maybe a hope. “I loved you?”

“You love me” Art corrects

"There's too much at stake now, Art. This is my father's career. We don't come from money, this is all he has."

“You honestly believe this will ruin his career?”

“It could” you reply with a small shrug your voice cracking slightly.

“It won’t” Art response

“You don’t know that”

“ Don’t do this ” Art whispered closing the small space between you. He sounded so tortured, like he was pleading with you.

you hadn't realize it but tears welled in your eyes Threatening to spill any moment. When You blinked an a tear fell down your cheek. Art tenderly brushed it away with his thumb. The stress of the last two weeks had finally caught up to you. “it wasn’t supposed to be this hard” you murmured, your voice barely audible, tears streaming down your face as Art wiped them away.

“Do you love me?” his questions sounded genuine but you knew, he already knew the answer. ”more than i’d like to” you joke, using the back of your hand to dry your eyes.

“Then let me make you feel better,” Art whispered leaning down so he was directly above your ear.

“You’re right about what you said earlier, Mike wasn’t there at Stanford”. He paused for a second moving a piece of your hair out the way, “I was,” he hummed brushing his face against yours “just me and you” he whispered leaving a trail of kisses on the outside of your earlobe down your neck. Causing Your breath catch in your throat .“We had fun right?” Art question, his voice deep and breathy causing you to instinctively press your legs together as you leaned back against the door. “Art” you mumble trying to shake the sexual haze that was swirling inside you.

“I missed you” he whispered his free hand slinking up the side of you short griping your thigh, hiking your leg up slightly. “So bad…All day”

“we can't” you manage to breathe out unconvisingly.

“I’ll beg,”

“Art” you warned

“I’ll do anything baby” he mumbles leaving slowly kisses on your neck. “Anything you want me to” he says kissing under your chin. “ I need you” he hums kissing down your neck, ”don’t you need me?” Art asked kissing below your ear. You don't respond giving small nodd biting the inside of your lip. “Can I hear it?” Art asked, the way his voice sounded so desperate, Damn near whiney had you looking for friction. ”I need you so fucking bad” you basically moan pushing your body against his.

“I love you so much you don't understand” Art said smiling against you cheek. sliding his free hand down the front of your shorts. He rubs his fingers through your folds collecting your wetness on his fingers. You throw your head back with a quiet moan, quickly biting your lip to silence yourself. “Fuck your so wet” Art groans before pulling his hand from your shorts, sucking his fingers clean like it was second nature. You clenched around nothing at the sight.

“I missed that taste” he groans returning his hand to your heat. “Can I make you cum right here” Art huffed out peeping down the hall.

"Yea,” you breathed out, nodding your head feverishly. He could have asked you to drive to the moon in that moment, and you would have said yes. Art slowly pushed two fingers inside of you creating a medium pace before bringing his thumb to rub your clit, you moan lifting your hips to meet his fingers. “Fuck I could eat you out right here” Art groaned watching you Practically fuck yourself on his fingers. “Promise me you won't ever let him see you like this” Art goans leaving kisses on your collar done. “this is mine”

”You can bearly hear a word he's saying the feeling of his thumb on your clit and finger damn near touching you cervix was too much to bear. “I’m gonna cum” you moaned out grabbing Arts shoulder hard in an effort to ground yourself. “I can feel it,” Art breathed pressing his forehead against yours. He presses down harder on your clit causing you to buck into his fingers, letting out a loud moan You cum. his movement don't falter, he continues to pump them in and out while still rubbing your clit until he feels like you've finally had enough.

he removes his fingers from your pussy returning them to his mouth. “I’ll never get tired of that” Art laughs leaning in for a kiss, you return it, taste yourself on his lips. He gently places you leg back on the floor and you stumbled slightly grading his shoulder for balance. He instantly goes to your waist holding you steady. “You ok?” Art ask slight consern on his face. You don't respond afraid of what your voice would sound like after an orgasm like that.

You nod with a smile and Art led you to the hotel room directly next to yours, pulling out a key card from his pocket with a grin.

“You didn't,” you exclaimed as he opened the door.

“I did,” he replied, motioning for you to enter.

“How did you even know our room number?” you ask, stepping inside.

“I have my ways,” he answered, closing the door behind you.

“How did you afford this?” you asked, looking around.

“Are you going to keep ask questioning or are you going to take of your clothes” Art laughs , watching as you sit on the bed.

“You first,” you countered, settling back .

“Yes ma’am,” Art chuckled, starting to undress.

~~~~

Morning arrives and you found yourself back in your original room. Mike was in the bathroom getting ready while you fix your dress in the mirror of the bedroom. As you adjust the straps, you notice a hickey you hadn't seen before, one you forgot to cover up after coming back last night. You laid your hair over it and walk towards the bathroom to retrieve your makeup bag, slightly tripping as your sore legs gave out on you. "You good?" Mike asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, I think I'm just sore from tennis practice," you say, reaching past him to get your makeup bag.

"You know no one expects you to play," Mike laughs while drying his hair with a towel. "I'm not doing it for anyone, I want to learn," your words come out more offended than you intended. "I just mean you could spend your time doing something else."

"Like what?" You respond plainly, walking out of the bathroom back to the mirror. "Like calling your dad and asking him what time he'll be here," Mike says from the now open bathroom. "Is your phone not working?" You asked rhetorically, pulling out your concealer . "I don't want to fight today, okay," Mike Replies sternly, looking at you through the reflection of the mirror. "This is a big match," he mumbles while running his toothbrush under the water.

"I thought you said it was going to be 'nothing,'" you chuckle dryly, applying the concealer as his face was turned. "It is, but from what your Dad's been saying, he's been getting good. So I'd like to be on my A-game and not have you trying to start shit."

"Whatever you want honey" you respond, quietly laughing in disbelief. He had resorted right back to his old ways,How could you ever agree to marry someone like him, someone so vastly different from the man you spent the night with.

~~~~

soon as you and Mike were finished getting ready, your father called you to come downstairs to join him for breakfast. You and Mike both stood in line, slightly overdressed, picking out your favorite breakfast items. Mike only getting French toast, disregarding his strict diet. Suddenly, you heard a familiar laughter and turned around to see Art chatting with your father near the entrance. Your heart sank as your father motioned for you both to come over. After dropping off your plates, you and Mike walked towards them, feeling Mike's hand slip around your waist.

"I'd like you to meet someone," your father announced with a smile, putting his arm around Art's shoulder. "This is Art Donaldson," he introduced, "the man I'm competing against today." Mike stated extending his hand for a handshake, and Art reciprocated. Your stomach churned at the sight. "This is Mike, you know him, he's also my daughter's fiancé." Your father says with a smile.

"Stressful, huh?" Art jokes. "Oh, you have no idea," your Dad replies, laughing. "You're both at the same college, right? Stanford?" your Dad asked, nodding towards you. “maybe you could try your luck at training her because I just can't get through," your dad jokes. Art's eyes rake over you, as if looking at you for the first time. "It be my pleasure" Art smiles, looking directly at you. You to discreetly warn him with your eyes but You notice Mike's grip on your waist tighten, clearly not pleased. "Actually, I've been training y/n already, she's improving every day," Mike says, planting a quick kiss on your head.

"Really?" Art inquires, trying to keep up the act to the best of his abilities. "Monday through Friday," Mike replies with a smug grin. “How do you manage with your Busy schedule?” Art asks tilting his head to the side slightly in the process.

“You find time for the people you love,” Mike says with a fake smile. You had to physically hold back your laugh. But you played it off as wiping your face. He had taken a line straight from media training. Silence filled the air as the two have a silent conversation with their eyes.

“Well I wanted to introduce all of you, as I will officially be coaching Art starting next fall,"

Your Dad says in an attempt to break the tension. But it only makes it worse, Somehow Mike's grip on you tightened even more, now you were concerned he’d leave a bruise . "When did you make this decision?" Mike asked, his face showing no emotion but you could tell he was angry. "two weeks ago, and I've been waiting for the right moment to properly introduce you two. I know the timing is awkward with the match, but it's better to do it now than later."

Mike doesn’t say anything giving an expressionless nod. There was another awkward pause before you decided to speak up. "It was nice meeting you…Art?" you trail off , purposely sounding unsure. He nodded with a knowing smile. "But our food is getting cold," you joked, trying to escape the suffocating tension. "I wouldn't want to keep the couple from their food," Art said, while a smiling again only looking directly at you. You wanted to scream, he was being so obvious and the way Mike was already acting, you knew you wouldn’t hear the end of it. "You two eat, I have to go handle some things, I won’t be long" your father said, gesturing for you and Mike to sit at the table before walking off with Art.

Once the two of you sit back at the table you feel caught. "I don't want you near that guy," Mike says, taking a sip of his coffee. You roll your eyes and stab at your scrambled eggs. “He was basically eye fucking you the whole time, and it doesn’t help that your dress is so tight”

“I think you forget sometimes this isn’t real,” you reply, taking a bite.

"Lower your voice," Mike warns, glancing around to see if anyone heard.

"You didn't care about it being real when you accepted the gifts," he scoffs, "or in Virginia."

"It was once, Mike. And every day, you make me regret it."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. You don't get to control me just because you buy me shit. Anyone can buy me shit."

“I told you i’m not doing this with you today” Mike laughs dryly standing up from the table. "I'll see you later, okay babe?" he says a bit louder, forcing a fake smile as he plants a kiss on your head before walking away. You try your best not to flinch when he touches you. Once he's gone, your phone buzzes, and you glance down to see an unsaved number. It's a text from Art.

“meet me at the restaurant next door in 20, alone.”

Author note : GUYS FEEL FREE TO COMMENT I LOVE READING COMMENTS

[tonberry-yoda]

A Nice Girl - Zuko

Pairing - Zuko x f!reader

Warnings - none!!

Word Count - 3,211

Notes - I have been pumping out these really long fics lately lmaoooo. i dont mean to i just simply get carried away. i need to stop before i get a block tho lmao. AND IM ALMOST AT 400 FOLLOWERS OMG!!! im like so excited about it tbh. maybe ill open my request when we get there. thank you all and i hope you're all well. stay hydrated!!

You yawned and stretched, the silk from your nightgown tickling you. That had to have been the best sleep you have gotten these past couple of weeks. As the oldest in the “gaang” at 17 years old, you had to act as the mother of the group and felt this awful need to protect everyone all the time, thus granting you several sleepless nights.

Sure, Ba Sing Se didn't feel like home and it didn't feel 100% safe either, but you got to sleep in a comfy bed and wear some really nice clothes. You had to admit that it was nice to be working with the Avatar sometimes.

You pushed your tangled hair out of your face and looked into the full length mirror next to your bed. Yeah, you definitely slept well, that was no question. You could tell by the rat’s nest created on your head and the sleep lines across your arms and face. You definitely needed to wash up before you started your day.

You got out of bed, stretching as the sun kissed your warm cheeks. You were going to make the best out of today. Lots of planning, but lots of downtime too, so that was nice.

As you finally walked out of your room, you were welcomed to cackling laughter from Sokka, his finger pointed at you.

“Ha, ha,” you said sarcastically, Katara handing you a brush. “Very funny, Sokka.”

“Not just funny,” he said through laughter. “It’s hilarious, y/n! You look so stupid!!!”

You rolled your eyes, hiding a smile, and tamed the rat’s nest on your head, looking a little more yourself.

Aang walked in the house holding a bowl of snacks with a smile on his face. “Oh, good morning, y/n! You sure slept in this morning!”

“Slept in?” You tilted your head. “What time is it?”

Katara took the brush from you and set it down on a nearby drawer. “Almost 10 am.”

“What?!” You were shocked. You were usually the first one up always and if not, you never slept past 8.

Katara giggled. “Listen, y/n. I think it's great that you finally got some sleep. We never really see you rest well, so none of us had the heart to wake you up.”

You beamed. “You guys are the best. Well,” you stretched. “I'm gonna get washed up so I don't look like a sleepy monster all day.” Something about Ba Sing Se gave you the creeps, but at the same time, it was nice to be back in a place where you could bathe in warm water and not fear Zuko coming after you. It's not like you had anything against the Fire Nation prince… it's more like… he was an inconvenience to you and the rest of the gaang. Since you and Zuko were about the same age, you understood him. Well, kinda. You escaped the Fire Nation when you were younger, disagreeing with all of their ideals and overall how they treated the world. You did see the prince as Fire Nation scum, but at the same time, you saw him as a kid, just like you. He was banished for god knows what and he just wanted to go home. You didn't hate Zuko. Not one bit. You understood that he may just be in some sort of hidden pain. But you had to admit that it was kinda nice to not have him around to bother you.

You got out of the shower refreshed and ready for the day. It was nice to have a day off, so you were probably going to get some tea and write in your journal about how the past couple of weeks have been. You figured it would be nice to log everything that has ever happened on this little journey just in case you all wanted a refresher in the next twenty years or so. You slipped on some Earth Nation attire and smiled at yourself in the mirror as you braided your hair. Today is going to be a good day, you thought. Nothing better than tea and some late breakfast.

“I'm going out for the day,” you said, placing your bag on your shoulder. “Stay out of trouble today, got it?”

You looked at Aang and he laughed. “I will, I will! Have a nice day, okay, y/n? You deserve it.”

“You’re all too kind to me. Thank you.”

“And let me know if you find Appa!”

“I will, don't worry.”

You smiled and walked out of the house, smelling the fresh Earth Nation air. Luckily, the walls didn't cover the fresh air, so you could still get the almost afternoon breath.

You spent the beginning of the day walking around shops, buying some supplies and new clothes for yourself and the others. The markets were busy, but it was nice to get some of the things you needed without Aang begging for some stupid trinket that you always ended up buying him because you thought it was cool too. That was always your impulse, stupid things that Aang showed you. Those could be the death of you.

As you finally finished your browsing journey, you overheard a conversation while looking over a map.

“I swear their tea has gotten better.”

“Really? I dunno.”

“I'm serious. It has to be the best tea shop in Ba Sing Se.”

“Fine, we can go try it later.”

You turned to the two men a little embarrassed that you were eavesdropping. “S-Sorry, but I was kinda listening to your conversation… uh… where’s that tea shop you were talking about? I've been trying to find a nice place to get some tea all morning.”

The man hyping up the shop smiled at you. “Don't worry about eavesdropping, kiddo. It's right here.” He pointed to the map you were looking at and you were satisfied that it wasn't too far from where you currently were.

You thanked the man and began your journey to the shop. It was a little closer to afternoon and you could feel your stomach rumbling, so you just decided to skip right to lunch.

You walked into the tea shop and saw people smiling and laughing together, the heavenly scent of tea filling your senses. You were quickly seated at a lone booth and given a menu. Everything looked so good, you could swear that you were about to drool just thinking about food.

You decided to order something that the waitress recommended and as she walked away, you flipped through your journal, going over everything that you and the gaang had been through. You quietly laughed to yourself as you passed a page that said: note to self - slap Zuko’s bald head at least once. Imagine the sound that would make.

It’s definitely been a long trip of both laughter and struggle, and honestly, you were really happy. You don't remember the last time you had laughed so hard before you met Aang and the others. It was nice. Really nice.

“Here’s your tea. Is there anything else you need?” Your tea was set in front of you along with your lunch and you tilted your head at the familiar voice that wasn't your waitress from earlier. It was on the tip of your tongue.

“I think I'm alright, thank-” You looked up and the smile you had suddenly dropped. No way. “Zu-”

Before you could say his full name, Zuko covered your mouth and quickly let go, hoping no one saw or heard any of that. “P-Please don't.”

“But you’re-”

“I know,” Zuko’s voice was low. “Just… can we talk… in the back?”

You looked around the restaurant at all of the other people and back at Zuko. He looked so different. Barely recognizable. His face didn't look so pissed off and he had a short head of hair now that looked healthy. The only reason you recognized him was the scar, but honestly, if he covered it up somehow, you wouldn't have a clue that he was the prince of the Fire Nation.

You nodded and stood up, collecting your things. You followed Zuko to the back, almost a little scared. You had no means of defending yourself. You were a non bender, so if he wanted to pick a fight, you were screwed. You didn't even have a simple weapon on you. Maybe you were getting too cozy.

Zuko brushed off a small table and pulled out a chair for you, which you sat in with slight hesitation.

“How did you get into Ba Sing Se?” You didn't mean to sound so defensive. Well, you did, but you weren't expecting to. Especially not on such a good day like this.

“It's… a long story.”

“Why are you here?”

“Listen… It’s not for the Avatar.”

“Huh? Is that so?” You crossed your arms and looked him dead in the eye. “Then explain to me how you always end up where we just so happen to be. That’s suspicious, isn't it?”

“I-”

“If you hurt Aang, I swear to-”

“I don't care about Aang right now!”

The whole room went quiet. You had never heard Zuko say Aang’s name before, let alone not care about what the Avatar is doing.

“Then why…”

“I have my own stuff to deal with. It's none of your business, okay? I do have a life outside of the Avatar, you know.”

You nodded and looked down at your tea. “I'm… assuming your uncle made this?” You giggled softly.

“Yeah. He did.” Zuko’s voice was small and way less frustrated.

“So that’s why this tea shop has hype all of a sudden.” You wondered aloud, your eyes wandering to the ceiling.

Zuko cleared his throat and shuffled in his spot. “So… uh… what now?”

“Promise not to hurt Aang and I won't say a word about you being here. I believe that you have your own stuff to deal with, so prove it to me.”

“I promise.”

Your eyes locked with his and you smiled, shocking Zuko a bit. You smiled at him, the guy that’s been trying to hurt you and your friends this whole time. The guy who would’ve done anything for the Avatar to be in his hands.

“You probably hate me, don't you?” Zuko spat out, rubbing the back of his neck.

You tilted your head. “Hate’s a strong word, don't you think?”

Zuko looked at you, appalled. “I mean, I would understand if you did.”

“It's been a long road for you, hasn't it, Zuko?”

He nodded at you and you pointed to the other side of the table, just realizing that he was standing that entire time. “Let’s share some tea.”

“I-I don't know if that’s a good idea.” Zuko took a step back.

“Ah, I see,” you stood up, scooting your chair back in. “You’re a busy man with a job now.”

He just nodded at you.

“Well, I'll let you get to it then, but I expect to see you at 6 tonight ready to hang out, okay?”

“Wh-What?! Won't your friends notice that you’re gone?”

You just smiled, collecting your things. “Zuko, I do have a life outside of the Avatar, you know.”

Zuko’s face went bright red as you walked out of the room with a smirk on your face. It was actually kinda cute to see Zuko not being some evil kid with his heart set on hurting anyone.

“You’re leaving?” Sokka whined, watching you grab your bag.

“Yes Sokka,” you said for what seemed like the hundredth time. “I'm leaving. I just want to go get dinner out by myself tonight. Maybe go for a nice walk.”

“Aww man,” Sokka pouted, crossing his arms. “Who’s gonna make dinner now?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the smile creeping on your lips. “Sokka, I left some money on the table. You guys should go out and get something to eat tonight.”

“Why aren't you coming with us?” Sokka tilted his head, counting the money on the table.

“I just want to go out by myself tonight, that’s all.”

“So you’re just gonna have a lonely dinner all by yourself?” Sokka questioned, looking skeptical.

“Yes!”

“She’s lying.” Everyone turned to Toph and your face went bright red. You forgot she could tell if you were lying or not, and it definitely didn't help that you were outside on the concrete so Toph could really feel right through you.

Sokka turned back to you quickly. “You’re going to dinner with someone?”

“Fine, yes, I am, so what?”

“Who is it?”

You rolled your eyes, already late. “Just somebody.”

“Is it a boy?” Sokka gave you a mocking look and you pushed his face away.

“Fine, whatever! It's a boy! So what?! Now let me leave before I'm late. Have a nice dinner everyone.” You waved at the group and ran to the tea shop, hoping that Zuko didn't leave yet.

The bell rang as you opened the shop door. “Sorry, we’re not serving tea anymore, we’re closing at the moment,” a familiar voice said. Iroh peeked his head out, surprised to see you. “y/n?”

You smiled, “hi Iroh.”

“How are you?” Iroh set down the broom he was holding and pulled you into a soft embrace. You never told the others, but you spent quite a bit of time talking to Zuko’s uncle when you got the chance. He was a wise man and kind as well. Maybe that's why you understood Zuko so well, you had someone to give you some insight on the boy.

“I'm good, Iroh. How are you?”

“Oh I'm fine,” he beamed at you, pulling away from the hug. “I'm getting to live my lifelong dream of making tea for the people of Ba Sing Se, so that feels pretty nice.”

“Well, you are the best at making tea, Iroh.”

“Oh, stop. You’re so full of flattery, y/n.” Iroh blushed with a smile. “Is there a reason you’re here?”

“Is your nephew here?”

“You’re looking for Zuko?” Iroh cocked an eyebrow at you and you chuckled, surprised that you were even here.

“I am.”

Iroh gave you a skeptical look, but honestly didn't care much. He thought it was nice that someone wanted to visit Zuko. “He is here. Let me go grab him. Would you like some tea in the meantime?”

“Tea sounds great,” you admitted, sitting at a table.

As you got comfortable, Zuko ran into the room, completely surprised. “You’re here?”

You laughed. “Of course I am! I said I’d be here at 6 didn't I?”

“I thought you were bluffing.”

“Well now you know I'm serious. Wanna hang out?”

Zuko gave you a side eye and thought for a moment. “I think I know what you’re trying to do.”

“And what might that be?” Iroh entered the room, placing two teacups and a kettle on your table. You thanked Iroh as he left with a smile.

“You’re trying to get info out of me. About the Fire Nation… aren't you?”

You shook your head. “You’re so defensive all the time, Zuko.”

“Can you blame me?” Zuko shut all of the blinds in the shop and sat across from you, taking a sip of tea.

“I guess not.”

“I'm surprised you’re not a little more on edge.”

“Why’s that?” You took a sip of tea as well, humming at how delightful it tasted.

“I'm a firebender. You don't bend right? I could literally take you down at any moment. And it doesn't seem like you have any weapons either.”

“I trust that you won't do anything. Your uncle would probably be pissed about the mess to be honest.”

For the first time in all of your time knowing Zuko, you heard him laugh. He laughed so hard that he snorted a bit, which made him laugh harder. Because of all of his laughter, he made you laugh too, sending you both into a laughing fit. It felt good. You haven't laughed this hard since you first met Sokka, all covered in Appa’s snot.

Zuko literally had tears in his eyes by the time he stopped laughing. Seeing him happy made you feel… good. Really good. It was almost a relief. It made Zuko more human. You didn't know if you could even remotely call him your enemy anymore.

You two ended up talking all night, Iroh occasionally bringing more tea or just little treats every now and then. You literally couldn't stop talking to Zuko. To hear about what it was like to grow up in the Fire Nation as a prince was interesting. To hear what Ozai was really like in person sent chills down your spine. To hear where that scar on his face came from almost brought you to tears. Zuko didn't even know why he told you all of this, but he could say one thing. It felt nice. It felt this giant weight on his chest had been lifted.

After a few hours, you looked at the clock in the shop and frowned. “Bad news, Zuko. I gotta go.”

“Already?” He turned to face the clock and pouted his bottom lip. “Alright then.”

You stood up and collected your things. “Thanks for the tea, Iroh!” You shouted, which was responded with a big smile and a thumbs up from Iroh.

“Thanks for stopping by.”

“Anytime,” you said, opening the door of the shop. “I'll be back.”

“You will?” You turned to Zuko, who almost looked excited that you said that.

“Of course I will. Goodnight guys.”

“Wait,” Zuko ran up to you, holding the door open. “Let me walk you home, it’s late.”

“Zuko, I don't know if that’s a good idea.”

Zuko frowned, but you were probably right. If Aang spotted him for even a second, both of you would be done for. “R-Right. Well… thanks.”

“For what?”

“Hanging out. That was fun.”

You smiled. “That was fun. Thank you for not killing me, Zuko.”

“Anytime.” He giggled, immediately taken aback when you pulled him in for a hug after dropping everything.

He was so… warm. I mean, duh. He was a firebender. But even so, his hug felt so genuine, so nice, and you didn't want to leave. “Goodnight, Zuko,” you said as you pulled away from the hug.

“Goodnight, y/n.” This time, he shocked you by pulling you in for another hug and pulling away only to pull you in again, but this time, your lips were inches apart.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice was in a whisper, his warm breath dusting over your lips.

You just nodded and closed your eyes as his soft lips brushed against yours. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck pulling him closer. He smiled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist.

When you pulled away from the kiss, both of you said a quick goodbye, your cheeks dusted pink.

Zuko quickly walked back into the tea shop to help Iroh close and put his back on the door.

“I'm glad you found a nice girl, Zuko.” Zuko jumped hearing his uncle’s voice, his face turning a dark shade of crimson.

Though if he was being honest, he was glad he found a nice girl too.

~~~~~

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[kenlvry]

Hey mootie could I request Kenny, Kyle, stan, and Craig with a fem s/o who just basically lays her head on their lap when stressed?

reader who lays her head on their lap

an, HEYYYY 🤞😝😝 okay boo hope you like this. ALSO THIS WAS SOOO RUSHED LIKE UNDER 30 MINUTES

kenny

kenny entered your house expecting a warm welcome from you but was greeted with you pacing around the living room

"are you okay?, you wanna talk abt it?" he said sitting down the couch "KEN I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO" you approached him laying down on the couch and layed your head on him.

he was like woah 🤭 "well damn if you wanted to relieve it on me its my pleasure" readjusting his sitting position smirking.

"dont make me bite your dick off" he immediately apologises.

its become a habit of yours, you'd text him to come over and lay your head on his lap while rambling about the thing your so stressed about. he loves it sm, he listens to whatever your saying not even paying attention because he was looking at you the whole time.

he'd definitely think you wanted to do something else iykyk but you just make a disgusted face to him.

sometimes you just lay there not talking about anything just enjoying the moment,sometimes youd fall asleep and kenny is having major cramps but he couldn't move for the sake you.

stan

okay when you first did this to him he may or not have stood up and pushed you down

i mean he also thought you were gonna something else.,, he was too shocked to say anything.

when you explained he just groans in embarrassment. anyways he loves it, he would stare at you for so long while you just kick your feet repeatedly bc of something cursing the living hell of that someone, you'd have to bring him back to reality alot of times.

he can tell when your stressed and would immediately get in to position, your face looks like your about to drop the most shocking news ever? his lap is empty and is ready.

one time you slept and so did he, when he woke up he completely forgot you were there and stood up making you fall.

you didn't lay on his lap for a long time after that...

he sometimes takes pics of you sleeping which is kinda creepy but he swears its not 🤷

kyle

loves this, its one of the things he loves about you. the way you just lay your head on his lap rambling or just laying there stressed not talking about it until ur ready

he strokes your hair when you do this and just nods and smiles when you ask if he agrees on something

also takes your pics, he either uses it as his profile picture or his background no inbetween

TBH I THINK HE'D LAY ON YOUR LAP TOO YK?? i mean you dont mind you love it so winwin

craig

he doesn't say nun but inside he is kicking his feet covering his face rolling around screaming and jumping around

subconsciously strokes your hair and when he realizes it he pulls away

"YEAH AND IDK WHAT TO DO ITS JUST SO FRUSTRATING" you cover your face and groan "yep true ☺️" while stroking your hair

sometimes you catch him staring at you just staring, no emotions not even a smile no thoughts just 😐 inside hes like "her eyes are so pretty" "please dont get up" "stay here longer please"

[giyuuswifey]

Forced Love

pairings; giyuu tomioka x fem!reader

warnings; arranged marriage, modern AU,smut .

summary; you grew up with no one , just a maid . But one day you woke up to your parents , sitting at the dining table you questioned them why they were there , your mother said you were getting married to a random man they picked and they said to pack your things since you were going with the man , you didn't argue , you packed your things , little did you know you were getting married to the most handsome man you've ever seen.

You grew up with no one in your life ,despite your wealth all you wanted was your parents to be thee with you .

you were now 20 years old , in college , but you didn't get the chance to finish college either since one day , you woke up to see your parents in the dining area , yo asked them " mother , father , what are you doing here ?" , your parents gave you a stern look , when your mother spoke " honey, im sorry but we have arranged a marriage for you , you need to pack your bags now " , you looked at them , thinking that you didn't even wanted to go to college anymore anyways , you went to your room , packing your belongings when your mother entered " honey , i didn't get the chance to tell you but , its kind of a chain , my mother was also forced to marry my father and same with me , i told your father i didn't want you to get married to someone you dont love but i guess your father wanted the best for you " she sat beside you , you gave her a weak smile , she spoke once more , " and hes handsome too " while nudging your elbow , you were excited too , to finally be free from the prison you were in .

Your father knocked on your door , you opened the door to hear him saying " hes down stairs , hes waiting for you " you mother carried your bags for you and when you saw the man , you were love struck , your mother spoke " honey, shake his hand " , you obeyed your mother , when you touched his hand , you felt fireworks going off in your heart , you snapped out of your trance when you heard the girl beside hi speak " hi, im tsutako tomioka and this is my brother , giyuu tomioka !" she said sweetly ,you finally spoke " oh i'm y/n s/n " as you shook her hand " i cant believe my brothers wife is so cute !" as she pinched your cheek softly , you smiled not knowing what to say back,your mother handed you your bags and bid farewells to you as your father hugged you and told you to stay safe , you were shocked to see two black cars , as tsutako waved to the both of you goodbye and got in her car , giyuu being the gentleman he was , opened the car door for you , you got in and put your bags to the side of your seat.

When you reached his house , you were shocked to see a three story mansion , he opened the car door for you , he lead you to the door and knocked , the door opened and his maid greeted you " lady tomioka , nice to see you ! im miyuka your maid " she bowed down as a gesture of respect , you were shocked and spoke " call me y/n, miyuka san " you said with a soft expression on your face , she nodded with a smile on her face , and offered to carry your bags , as you entered the place you called 'home' now , as you expected it smelled like giyuu`s cologne , giyuu being giyuu lead you to a house tour , you were shocked to see so many rooms that no one slept in or used , but of all rooms giyuu had an office beside the room you would sleep , and of course he had to sleep beside you since you two were 'married', he excused himself after the quick tour , he exited the roo and heard him enter his office , you started unpacking your belongings and put it where it seemed to be .

An hour passed and you were finally done unpacking your stuff when you heard the door open you turned to look and saw giyuu looking at you , you brushed off the feeling that he was staring at you and went back to where you could put you bags when giyuu spoke "you can put you bags in that drawer under the closet " , you nodded and smiled at him , you knelt down to put the bag where it needs to be when giyuu sat in the bed looking on his phone , when you finished , you also decide to go on your he turned around with a muffled pone when he 'accidentally' hit your left breast with his elbow , you blushed so hard that your face seemed to look like a tomato , he turned around with a muffled "sorry.." due to the fact that he had covered his mouth with his hand and the tip of his ears bright red .

A few minutes passed by when , the both of you heard a knock on the door , you got up and opened the door , you saw miyuka , she said " time for lunch , y/n-san !'" sweetly , giyuu overheard what she said got up and went down stairs with you , he sat beside you at the dining area , as you ate yo cant help but steal glances at giyuu , he looked so cute while eating . You finally finished eating and excused yourself to take a bath , you walked into your room and found your towel and robe , you closed the door of the bathroom once you got in , you undressed and got in the bath tub , you felt relaxed and calm until the door opened , you you covered yourself with your desperate hands , giyuu on the other hand closed his eyes and said " sorry, didn't mean to " while blushing 50 shades of pink and red .

As the time passed you finally got out of the bath tub , and wore your robe , once you opened the door giyuu greeted you " sorry about the thing earlier and we have somewhere to attend i bought a dress that hopefully would fit you , i dont know your size " you smiled at him and thanked him , you changed into your dress . once you got out of the bathroom you saw giyuu struggling to tie his tie , you approached him , and took his tie , he was shocked that you did it with no intention and just tied it for him .

You got in the car as you pulled out your phone , you scrolled on a random app . You didn't notice how time passed when giyuu spoke "we're here now " you put your phone in your purse , you were about to open the door when giyuu opened it for you , you thought as you walked to the palace-like building you were going to enter 'ugh what a gentleman , opening doors for me ? ' ,you were greeted by a man that looks like the same age as giyuu with pink-ish hair and said "giyuu,man have we not seen each other for a long time ! And is this your wife ? Shes real pretty!" You smiled at the man as he spoke once again "come in ! And madam let me introduce myself to you ! My name is sabito your husband's best friend! Sit here and get comfortable " as he pointed to a couch ,you sat beside giyuu and looked over to see various men in suits just like giyuu , you tapped giyuus shoulder ,he spoke "hmmm ?" As you asked "are those your co workers?They seem to be walking to our direction " he nodded and stood up and shook hands with a man that seemed to be his boss ,giyuu looked at you and told you to shake hands with his boss ,when you finished you sat down again ,not knowing what to do.

Hours passed and someone ran to you, it was your childhood bff ,nezuko kamado, you were so happy ,she spoke "you seem so depressed with that 'husband' of yours " you just nodded as nezuko dragged you to the bar ,she gave you a bottle of sake and told you to open it ,you were confused and opened it ,she took it from you and poured you a shot ,you took and you actually got giyuu to take a few shots as well, as time passed the three of you got drunk, giyuu excused himself to his co workers and boss that the both of you will be going home .

He ordered an uber home ,when you finally arrived to your shared home ,giyuu was holding your waist while he knocked, miyuka opened the door and wasnt even shocked ,she let you in ,you and giyuu stumbled your way to the bedroom and plopped down to the bed ,giyuu being clumsy landed on top of you ,pulling you in for a kiss .

He deepened the kiss with his tongue as you wrapped your arms around his neck ,he pulled away ,gasping for air .

He pushed you down to the bed and pulled down his pants and boxers, he slid down your panties and pushed the tip of his cock in ,he slowly pumped his dick in and out of you ,as you moan he thusts in harder.

•{Two hours later~}•

He collapsed beside you on the bed,he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close,he softly kissed your cheek and drifted off to sleep.

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[the-record]

LIKE A SAILOR

SUMMARY: to be loved, is to be known. inspo: sailor song by gigi perez

PAIRING: ellie williams x reader

WARNINGS: religious stuff!

A/N: please dont take this as any slander towards religion, simply related to a beautiful song and needed to write, also i wrote this at 2 am in an hour and dont care to check for any mistakes so please ignore any!

21.

&19.

you’d whispered the number in her ear with a giggle, a face as if you’d been caught. it wasn't what she had expected to come out of your mouth in all honesty.

she smiled back as you erupted into a fit of laughter, intoxicated on life and liquor. it was warm and smooth and before either of you knew it, she fell into the noise with you, shocking her friends across the bar. she couldn’t help herself, from laughing or from feeling this way for a strange girl at the bar. you were a drug.

21.

&20.

you’d only known each other a few months, but ellie felt the cliches. as if she’d known you her whole life. that she knew you were the one, even from the first glance. she didn’t understand it, or you.

so when you’d questioned her, all the breath left her lungs.

“what?”

you sighed and sat up away from her, a shaky breath falling from your lips before you asked again. “is this wrong? what we’re doing? what we are?”

you voice sounded new to her. raw in a way ellie had never experienced.

how could this be wrong? how could loving be wrong?

“why would you think that?” a gentle hand reached your upper back, careful, just in case.

you shook your head and kicked back the sheets before facing her. her freckles. her soft hair splayed out on the pillow. her chain that she wore religiously, once her mothers. you didn’t ever think this could be wrong but dread filled you to the brim and spilled out before you.

“i dont know, like to Him, you know?” ellie shook her head, obviously lost. your hands dragged down your face. “to God, ellie. is this wrong in His eyes?”

it clicked into a place, a missing piece in your unfinished puzzle that ellie was hoping to create.

she sighed and groaned as she sat up, pulling the smallest of smiles from you. a hand found yours, another your face. “i don’t know.” she answered honestly. “i never payed attention in church, truly. but, i do know a few things.” you nodded and listened faithfully. “i do know that He loves us all, sinners or not.

“ and i do know that he would not give me you if this was wrong.”

22.

&21.

the thought had billowed through your mind for months, torturing you and keeping you from sleep. it’s just an apartment but it killed you.

killed you to be away from her so often. to have to drive 3.3 miles every night you missed her or vice versa. to not hold her as you slept. to not make breakfast together every morning.

“do you wanna move in together?”

you had interrupted ellie mid sentence and knocked her back into reality. you began to take back the question when she smiled. laughed.

your face dropped into a pout. “are you kidding me? i ask to move in and you laugh in my face?”

“oh my- baby no! no, im sorry. i just,” she sighed and dropped her silverware to the table. “i was gonna ask you that tonight. that’s why i made dinner and set this place up all pretty.”

26.

&24.

soft summer day, clouds and birds and bickering.

“i’m gonna go stay with my mother for a few days.” you threw clothes from the closet into a bag as ellie watched from the door. “or longer, i don’t know.”

she laughed, “you can’t run away from all of your problems!” you ignored her and kept packing, taking whatever seemed essential. “you already know what she would say if you showed up there.”

you nodded and stopped, facing her for the first time. her eyes bore holes through your own. “yes, i do. that this is all my fault and it’s my consequence for being with a woman.” you shook your head at her. “and you know what… maybe she is right. maybe she always was.” you spat it out like poison.

“and you seriously believe that?” she stepped closer to you. you could see every detail of her. not just her skin and hair and eyes, but every emotion that filled her. the tension between her brows, the tears that welled in her eyes, her hands in fists shoved deep in her pockets. “that we aren’t right.”

silence.

music played from the living room.

a drop broke you. a tear down her cheek shattered the mirror you stood in front of, where you didn't see your own silhouette. “no. no of course not.” a watery smile and a soft laugh.

“thank god because i already bought this.”

27.

&26.

a ring.

a promise.

a church with pews filled by your closest friends and family.

a kiss tasting of her.

tasting of the beer she had that night long ago. toothpaste before bed. coffee in the mornings. a cherry slushy the night she finally asked.

a slow dance.

a confession.

“i don’t believe in God, but i believe that you’re my savior” -gigi perez (sailor song)

[127tyong]

Skyscraper

Pairing: Johnny X Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, happy ending (for once) ex husband johnny, you have a baby with johnny,

Warnings: Lactation, just... filth.

Word Count: 1.6 k

“Go say hi to daddy!” You told your 6 month old baby, setting the car seat on the floor.

Your ex-husband, Johnny, used to be your best friend. He made the divorce easy for you. You got everything, the house, the car, the pets, the money in the shared bank account. He only asked for one thing: shared custody. One week with you, and one week with him. He only lived a 5 minute drive away so it was hard to find a reason to say no.

You played with your baby for a bit, trying to get him settled before telling Johnny you were heading home.

“Wait, stay for dinner. I thought we could eat and then talk about a few things after he goes to sleep.”

You obliged, not seeing an ulterior motive behind his words.

~

After having dinner, you put the baby to bed and sat down at the table with Johnny.

“So… how’s life? You have enough money and everything?” Johnny sat across the table from you.

You sighed. “I never asked for money during the divorce, besides for child support.” 

“Same thing.” Johnny rolled his eyes, eyes looking you up and down. “That outfit doesn’t exactly scream broke.” You bit your lip, holding back the urge to cuss him out. “It’s a t-shirt and shorts.” 

“Whatever. I’ll add $50,000 to the account.” You remembered why you divorced Johnny. He’s a fucking arrogant bitch. “I never asked for money.” You felt your chest tightening in anger.

“You need it.”

“You’re so fucking narcissistic.” You scoffed at Johnny.

“You love it.” Johnny smirked at you. Johnny's confident. Too confident for you. You always wanted to knock him down a peg.

You crossed your legs. “I’m sure you didn’t ask me to stay over to just chat about money.”

“Let’s get back together.” Johnny looked you straight in the eye, no hesitation in his words. “Absolutely not.” Your decision was a no brainer. Why go back to a man like him?

Johnny sighed, his head dropping as he looked down at his lap. “Mom wanted us to get back together. She misses you.”

“That’s really not my problem.” You scoffed, standing up, ready to leave.

Johnny shot up out of his chair and rushed to your side. “ Please don’t go.” His eyes were desperate, all his pride out the door. You knew how hard it was for Johnny to be doing this, begging you for literally anything.

A memory of him going to bed with an untreated wound comes back. He went to bed with a cut on his thigh, causing you to wake up covered in his blood and having to rush him to the ER at 3 a.m., all because he didn’t want to ask you to dress his wounds. He never, ever let you see this side of him.

But that unwillingness to ever let you in is why you divorced him.

“Johnny…” You look up at him and realize he's about to cry. “I just dont think this is good for either of us.”

“Can you at least spend the night with me?” His voice cracks, tears already threatening to spill.

You nod.

He leads you up the stairs into his bedroom. “There’s um, a bathroom right there if you want to borrow my clothes.” Johnny sits on his bed.

“I washed up before coming over.” You unhook your bra and take it off under your t-shirt. You don’t care if Johnny sees your body, or if you see his. You two were beyond that at this point.

Johnny pulled off his jeans and changed into his shorts, then taking off his shirt before laying next to you. 

“What, no shirt?”

“It’s not like I ever wore one when we were married.” He scoffed, wrapping his arm around your waist. “You know… You were my first.” 

“Hm.” You didn’t know how to answer that. Nor did you really believe him.

“What, you don’t believe me? I haven’t slept with anyone else since the divorce either.” He sighed. “I only ever loved you.”

“I wish you acted like it when we were together, then.”

“I still love you.” Johnny cupped your cheeks, his thumb rubbing your lips.

You suddenly wished he’d kiss you… And he did. Tiny, gentle kisses against your lips lead into bigger ones as you kissed him back. His hand reached under your shirt, massaging your breast as he slowly began to pin you onto the bed, straddling you so you couldn’t leave him again. He was scared. Scared you would wiggle out of his grasp once again, leaving him with nothing. Nothing he really cared about, anyways. He never even dared to look at another woman, feeling like he was cheating on you, since he still liked to dream you were still together. Dreaming you three were still a family, still eating Sunday dinner together. He thought that living out at least some part of that dream would make this desire go away… but it made it worse.

And now you were in his bed, pretty whimpers escaping your throat as you kissed him, your fingers interlocked in his hair, tugging on the locks while his body explored yours, desperate for some resemblance to the woman he fell in love with, the warmth you brought to his life.

“I love you.” He whispered as he pulled away from the kiss.

Not giving you a chance to process what he said, his hands went under the waistband of your shorts, fingers rubbing your clit, remembering the exact way you taught him to finger you, the way you taught him how to make you wet from when you started dating. You could never escape his desires when he did this to you. Not back then, not now… Filthy moans escaped your lips, your nails digging into his back as he pulled down your shorts after he took his off. Your ex-husband was about to fuck the living shit out of you, and you were dripping wet in anticipation.

“Johnny.” You breathed out his name, causing him to look up at you with confusion on his face. “I love you too.”

Johnny inserted himself in you. “If I make you cum, we’ll get back together.”

“Okay.” That sealed the deal, your words being all the permission he needed. You wrapped your legs around him, knowing Johnny always wanted to feel you as close to him as possible. “Fuck, Johnny, you’re so deep!” Johnny was always a tiny bit too big. You grew used to it, but his dick always reached your cervix, and he let you know when he could feel it. But you could tell he was holding himself back, going slower than he usually did when you were married, as if he knew you were in a bit of pain. Gentle kisses trailed across your cheek and jaw, reassuring you he would never try to hurt you.

“Call me daddy.” Johnny grunted as he thrusted inside you, his pace picking up as he sensed your pleasure growing, and the initial pain subsiding.

This was new. The entire time you were with Johnny, he had never had a daddy kink.

“D-Daddy.” You moaned out, not knowing how to totally feel about it.

“You called me daddy earlier today… So fucking hot, I think I got a fucking boner after hearing you say it.” Johnny began to lick your neck, trying to make you moan. “You can’t call your ex “daddy”. That’s why I’m inside you…”

Your cunt squeezed around Johnny’s dick, tightening after hearing his words. You realized Johnny didn’t have a daddy kink, but that the fact you birthed his baby was hot to him…

“Fuck, I hate it when you do that, I always cum so fast.” Johnny always thought your pussy was a perfect fit for his dick, as if you were especially made for him. That’s why he always thought you two were soulmates. “Fuck, I’m gonna make you cum…”

Johnny started to suck on your neck, trying to give you a small hickey right on the sensitive part of your neck. Johnny always tried to make you both cum during sex, his stamina never wearing out unless you were dazed, or your pretty eyes were looking back into your skull. Your pretty little moans kept him going on, forcing himself to go on even after he came inside you multiple times. His hands trailed back down to your clit, rubbing circles into it, trying to make you feel as good as he did. Your moans grew louder, and Johnny’s confidence grew as well. He squeezed your breast, knowing your nipples were sensitive. Sucking your nipple, milk began to leak out.

“I forgot, fuck, I’m sorry…” Johnny didn’t know how to react.

“Drink it.” You watched him suck your nipple, swallowing all your milk. Johnny’s hand never left your clit, still rubbing it while he drank. 

The overstimulation proved to be too much for you, especially after not having sex with Johnny for quite some time. “Daddy… G-gonna…” You wailed, wanting the relief that you knew Johnny would give you.

“I’m gonna cum inside you.” Johnny’s lips pressed against yours, so you would moan into his mouth as you both came. Sticky cum shot inside you, the warmth filling you up. Johnny didn’t pull out, wanting the cum to not leak out of you.

Johnny laid his head on your chest, knowing you would stroke his hair while you two came down from the climax. 

“Do you want to go to the courthouse with me tomorrow?” Johnny reached into his bedside table and pulled out three rings. Your rings and his band. 

You pulled him into a kiss as he put the rings back on your finger, fitting as perfectly as the day he proposed.

[starkura]

mahal kita | izana kurokawa

notes: you and izana normally speak english, inspired by the movie “past lives” , might be ooc

disclaimer: i used google translate, i apologize if there’s any mistakes or mistranslations

edit: i dont rly like this but its been sitting in my drafts for too long now ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ

izana has trouble sleeping at night, so you tend to stay up with him until he falls asleep. but, you often fall asleep before he does. one night, he was finally able to fall asleep. however, you somehow couldn’t fall asleep that night.

you admire izana while he is sleeping soundly. it’s been a long time since he got proper sleep. you on the other hand were still wide awake. you don’t mind, it was nice to watch izana finally getting some rest. since you usually fall asleep before him, you never knew how izana slept like. until tonight, you found out izana was a sleep talker.

“mahal ko…pakiusap huwag mo akong iwan.” izana softly spoke while sleeping.

“izana?” you say quietly.

“Sa totoo lang hindi ko alam kung ano ang gagawin ko kung wala ka. pakiusap, wag mo akong iwan at manatili sa tabi ko habang buhay. Pangako mamahalin kita magpakailanman.” izana continues.

realizing that izana was a sleep talker, you wonder what he was saying. you didn’t understand tagalong at all. even if you woke izana up, he wouldn’t even remember what he was saying. so, you didn’t dare to wake him up.

“kung malungkot ka, andito lang ako para sayo. Kung masaya ka, ako ang magiging dahilan kung bakit ka masaya. at kung galit ka, maiintindihan ko kung bakit ka.” he mutters.

that was the last of what izana said while asleep. you wished you knew what izana was dreaming about. whatever he was having a dream of, he was at ease. you never seen him so at peace with himself.

—

you managed to wake up before izana did. he had slept in. he walks into the living room and finds you sitting on the couch watching television. you notice him and paused your show.

“how’d you sleep last night?” you ask izana. izana rubs his eyes, still trying to fully wake himself up. “i slept good…actually.” he remarks. you hum in responses.

“that’s good to hear.” you comment. izana feels as though you want to say something more, but he feels as though you’re holding back from saying anything.

“how’d you sleep? did i keep you up all night?” he questioned. you look away from him for a moment to collect your thoughts. “i didn’t get much sleep. you were sleep talking all night long and i was curious about what you were dreaming about.” you pause for a long moment.

“did you know that you dream in tagalong?”

izana looks at you with a surprised look. “no, i didn’t know that.”

“i didn’t either, i guess because i never stayed up long enough for me to know.”

there was a brief moment of silence. izana was a bit confused because you seemed to be upset about it. he just didn’t understand what you would be upset about. he didn’t know what to say, considering that he didn’t even know what he said last night.

“are you- upset? i don’t know why you’re upset and i’m just…confused.” he confesses.

“i’m not upset at you, i’m upset with myself.” you tell him.

“but, why?” izana gives you a sympathetic and confused expression on his face.

“i just feel like when you speak tagalong, i feel like you have more emotion. i could learn the langauge and know what you are saying, but i think i will never truly understand how you are feeling. you speak from the heart when you speak tagalong. something you never do when you speak english.” you explain.

“i guess that i feel like i won’t be able to understand that side of you. it feels like there’s a whole part of you that i don’t even know of. i know it’s stupid and confusing, but i just think you speak whole heartily when you speak your language. it makes me wonder what you dream about. i wonder if you slept talked in tagalong before.” you continue.

“i think i understand what you are trying to say. i don’t know what i said last night and what i was dreaming of. but, i hope you know that whether i speak tagalong or english, i will always speak highly about you. that’s something you can always be sure of.” izana says reassuringly

“mahal kita. i love you, okay?” izana says.

“i love you too.”

translations

kung malungkot ka, andito lang ako para sayo. Kung masaya ka, ako ang magiging dahilan kung bakit ka masaya. at kung galit ka, maiintindihan ko kung bakit ka - (if you're sad, I will be here for you. If you are happy, I will be the reason why you are happy. and if you are angry, i will understand why you are)

Sa totoo lang hindi ko alam kung ano ang gagawin ko kung wala ka. pakiusap, wag mo akong iwan at manatili sa tabi ko habang buhay. Pangako mamahalin kita magpakailanman. - (I honestly don't know what I would do without you. please, don't leave me and stay by my side forever. I promise to love you forever.)

mahal ko…pakiusap huwag mo akong iwan - (“my love…please don't leave me”)

mahal kita - (i love you)

[showyouhowiswing]

Some chyan headcanons:

most people think they became friends during that summer at Lava Springs, after the baseball game and Ryan became more inmeshed with the general student body

it's true enough, kind of.

they weren't friends during junior year, before all that shit went down with Troy and Gabi and the school musical, but they were something

they hooked up a few times during Darbus's detentions, backstage where no one would ever find them and once in the rafters while they were supposed to be painting the top bit of a set

it didnt mean anything. they didnt talk about it. it just sort of happened numerous times. they were both totally chill about it and Chad definitely didnt spend many nights by himself, thinking about what it would be like to not be so lonely. Ryan didnt either.

the first actual night they spent together was after the infamous baseball game, and at some point lying in the dark, tangled up in each other, Chad admitted he didn't know why they hadnt done this before.

"No beds backstage, and we were on a timecrunch. Besides, you wouldn't have said yes if I invited you over."

once they really became friends, Chad spent most of his friday nights at Ryan's, even after senior year started.

it was only a little bit about sex.

Chad eventually confessed that Ryan was his queer awakening. Ryan refused to believe him because he knew he wasn't the first guy Chad had fooled around with.

it's true though.

sophomore year Ryan became the mascot, and the first time Chad saw him take the head off Ryan was drenched in sweat and his hair was sticking to his forehead. Chad went home that night and dreamt about it.

he did hookup with a guy on the track team, convinced that his fixation on Ryan was a fluke.

it wasn't a fluke.

Ryan knew about track team guy not because Chad told him, but because he also used to hook up with the guy and he saw some rather incriminating texts on his phone.

junior year Chad kissed Ryan first, but only because Ryan egged him on.

"If you dont want to chat, Danforth, maybe you should find something else for us to do."

yes it was because of the texts, no he didnt think Chad would actually do it. he was pleasantly surprised though.

after the game it was also Chad who initiated, although it went a little differently.

"I'll do the show on two conditions, Evans. One, you go out for baseball this year. I don't care what your sister or anyone else has to say about it."

"And the second?"

"Take your pants off."

over the course of senior year, everybody kind of figured there was something going on with them, but it wasn't confirmed until the morning after prom. they all shared a handful of hotel rooms, except Sharpay who fucked off to god knows where, and Ryan who specifically got his own room to get away from the eventual chaos.

and Chad, who was of course the exception to the rule.

Zeke woke them up the next morning for brunch, and Ryan (in an attempt to be helpful) tried to cover and say he slept on the floor, obviously there was nothing indecent going on.

Chad, from under the duvet, announced that Ryan was a terrible liar because not only did they definitely have sex last night, it had been going on awhile, and also Chad was very bisexual and anyway they'd be down for brunch in half an hour.

he made a similar speech at brunch minus the duvet and specifics regarding the sex.

everyone was chill, though money did exchange hands. Kelsi was miffed they didnt wait until after graduation so she could win the pool.

they're happy together.

so incredibly happy.

[indigo-o]

The Pet clown

Pt 2

I think we know who it's abt lmao

Nikolai gogol x reader PLATONIC

And some fyodor

Reader is a teenager

Tw impatient stuff depression, fyodor drugging, sleep deprivation, those annoying blankets they give at mental hospital even tho it's like -1 degrees Celsius if you know you know, talk of death, yandere fyodor, Manipulation from fyodor, Nikolai gogol, I think that's it so yeah

Angst/fluff

I wish you were here, this room is empty. White walls, heavy doors, thin white blankets, and chained blury windows.

This thin gown can't keep me warm. I know him. He just wants what's best for me. I guess that even means putting me in this room. This room to keep me safe.

Safe from me. No possibility of me hurting. I'm to sick leave this bed and to tired to talk. He says I'm helping him.

Im helping him cleanse the world of evil. So I guess if my pain will save the world I'll stay in this room.

Everybody else deserves to be happy and well so I'll hurt for them. If one death would save the world I'd die.

My body's purple now.

I hear a click at the heavy door. To my surprise it wasn't a anemic rat, it was his pet clown.

"QUIZZZZZ TIMEEEEEE! WHY AM I HERE INSTEAD OF DOS-KUN?! I THINK I HEARD YOU SAY CAUSE HES HAVING FUN! CORRECT!".

I looked at him. My eyes were heavy. But he did bring some color to the room. I smiled at him.

I opened my mouth to talk but I couldn't.

"Oh dove you still can't talk! I forgot! Dos-kun told me to take you outside to have some fun.".

He lied, either were not going to have fun or fyodor didn't tell him anything. Either way I was going to have to walk. I knew I couldn't but I was going to try anyway.

Fyodor knew If I could walk I'd escape from him. So he kept me physically, emotionally and mentally sick. I would have no choice to stay.

As soon as I got to my legs I collapsed, but Nikolai caught me.

"Silly me I forgot you can't walk guess I'll carry you.".

He picked me up as if I were a little kid.

"D-dont dr-rop.". I manged to get out.

"Oh dove I may be crazy but not only do we need you, Dos-kun would kill me, but I want to protect you from harm. Not like you can protect yourself in this state.".

I looked at him. Then laying on him. We proceeded to go through his cape.

We were in what seemed to be his house/apartment.

He went to put me down on his couch but he's so warm.

"Wait w-warm.".

He looked down at me.

"I guess we can go out later.". He picked me back up and took me to his bed. Laying me down cuddled with blankets, pillows and now a pet clown. I shut my eyes and finally went to sleep.

I woke up to Nikolai looking down at me.

"Am I a good pillow?". I realized how I was very much on him.

I nodded my head.

"You want to go outside for a bit dove?". He was using a soft tone.

He wasn't ever like this

Maybe because I'm a teenager but I don't know.

He got up "You slept threw the whole night, but the good thing is we have a whole day today and tomorrow, you know why?".

He leaned in close "I lied Dos-kun is away and he doesn't believe in your freedom so I'm here to show him that you're a good kid who won't run away. You see Dos-kun takes away your warmth so you can't sleep making you so tired that's why you slept for so long he wants you to be weak, weak without freedom. I'm here to give you freedom. To fly like a dove.".

He went to his closet and pulled out some clothes.

"Here's so clothes to wear so we're not caught. That sounds weird. I my dear am a very wanted person so I must look different and you can't really walk let alone the sun should hurt you eyes so if I were to be caught you wouldn't leave be caught up in it.".

What ever he said I guess.

I changed and so did he and he look pretty different

He picked me up and took me to wheel chair that he some how got, but I shouldn't question it.

He placed me in the chair and we Leigt looked like sibling going out for fun.

"F-flowers please.". I looked to him.

"You want flowers we will get flowers.".

We went to florist.

"Hi! What flowers are yall looking for!". She sounded very happy.

"What do you want dear?". Nikolai asked

While I could barely see I knew exactly what I want.

"R-rose and Lillys.".

"Of course dear I'll get right to that!".

The rest of day was amazing

I got flowers, yummy pastries and other stuff.

Who knew a deranged clown could be so kind. But at last we came back to his apartment/house.

He made dinner for us and helped me get to the bed. He tucked me in.

"Good night dove.".

I woke up

Back in the room

The room with white walls, a heavy door, thin blanket and blury chains windows. But now there wad a desk but with roses and lily's on top of it.

I heard the door click. An anemic rat with his pet clown walked in.

"You've proven yourself for now, you may keep your roses and lily's. Nikolai may visit you now and then. One thing. You may not regain full energy but.".

He stopped his words and Nikolais smile grew.

"YOU CAN HAVE A NICER BLANKET AND I CAN READ BED TIME STORYS TO YOU ONCE A WEEK!".

He ran over to with a puppy dog smile.

"Don't make regret this.". The anemic rat walked away throwing the key at the pet clown.

That was alot longer than I expected but I hope yall liked it!♡♡

[saursoob]

can you do a bf!yeonjun apologizing after an argument? please make it super fluffy!

❤︎ |i love you much more| ❤︎

yess ofc anon!! idk if this good enough but pls enjoy 💗

warnings: y/n is a overthinker, yeonjun refers to y/n as “pretty girl”

@saursoob reblogs r okay! please don’t repost

you and your bf yeonjun haven’t been hanging out much as of recently now that he’s been traveling for tour. you’ve been very supportive of his job but its been lonely. when you first started dating it was bearable but the more you got used to him in your life that started to change.

but you can imagine how ecstatic you were when you found out he was he finally coming home. you decided to get ready, putting on some light makeup even though it was late. you and yeonjun had been together for a over a year now but you still wanted to look your nice for him as its been a while since you’ve last seen him. as you were getting ready you received a text from your bf, yeonjun: “y/n im not going over today im super tired. ily” you pouted at his text feeling upset that he wasn’t coming but more confused if anything “he always comes over and “ily?” why didn’t he say the whole word?” ultimately you decide to push your thoughts away and respond back. y/n: “its alright. rest well!”

-

the next morning you text him to hopefully make up for the previous day of him not going to see you. y/n: “junnie come over today! i miss youu”

yeonjun: “i have a busy schedule today but ill try.” your heart sank at his cold laced tone. why is he being so weird? if hes mad at me he should just tell me. you sigh and put down your phone, scrolling on netflix to watch something to make you feel better

more under cut!!

hours later you hear a knock on your door, you secretly hoped it was your boyfriend even though you’re slightly mad at him. “hey” he says while you open the door, it was him. he goes in for a hug, barely even touching you when he does but you didn’t say anything.

“why are you here?” you asked him. silence filled the room as he went to lay down on your couch, taking out his phone and mindlessly scrolling on it. you looked at him in disbelief, aggravated on why he was acting like this. “yeonjun, are you mad at me or something?” you tried to keep your voice composed but failed to, your words coming out shaky.

“why would i be mad at you?” yeonjun says, not fully paying attention to you still looking at his phone.

“i dont know? yesterday you didn’t come over to see me which you never do, didn’t even bother to call but instead texting me and not even saying i love you properly?! and now you are here but you don’t even hug me properly either?? yeonjun, you were gone for so long leaving me here to miss you but you don’t even seem like you’ve missed me! ” you got so angry that unknowingly you started tearing up.

yeonjun immediately focused all his attention to you, standing up to face you. cupping your face with his hands and wiping a tear with his thumb, “darling, please don’t cry. im sorry i didn’t even realize that i didn’t hug you properly.” he says in a soft spoken voice while going in to hug you tightly.

“yesterday i was so jet lagged that i just went home ready to knock out for the night. i know this is no excuse for it but work has been so tough lately, tour’s, dance practice, schedule, interview appearances. its just a lot but please y/n i’ve missed you so much.”

he says while softly lifting your jaw for you to look at him “i’ve missed you more than anything, so please don’t think that i didn’t.”

you answer looking away from him, “yeonjun, could’ve have slept here.”

“i know and im sorry babe i wont do it again i promise.” he says leaving a peak on your nose

“lets make up for it right now, yeah?” yeonjun leads you to your bedroom, laying down first and patting on his chest signaling for you to lay down on him, you do as he signaled, getting comfortable on his chest.

“you know this isn’t gonna make up for it choi yeonjun” to which he chuckles at, “mmm i know, what if i make you breakfast in bed in the morning lovely?” you cant help but light up at his comment “you’re staying the night?! you don’t have any schedules in the morning tomorrow?”

“nope” he smiles looking down at you “you did say i have to make it up to you, right?”

after a while of being in the comfort of his chest and hearing his heartbeat yeonjun suddenly sighs deeply, playing with your hair. “you have no idea how much i love you y/n.” making you smile in a sleepy haze

“ i love you much more, yeonjun.”

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ENDD!! im actually so nervous to post this since im not that confident in my writing but if you enjoyed thank you so much 😣 <33