#i got tired of waiting! this yall problem now!

[crewofthegoldrush]

pure gold (the best i’ve ever known)

Rating: Mature

Campaign Setting: Eberron: Rising from the Last War / Around Khorvaire in Fifty Days

Premise: The entirety of a dragonborn’s arc with her love interest(s) from her point of view (part 2); this is not a y/n fic

Summary: She makes you wait for it now, glancing at your deputy for the length of a heartbeat, before holding your stare unflinchingly. "You know, they're just masks. Harper, Aubrey; they're just masks. That woman - she was just trying to get a rise out of you.

"But," she continues, her eyes dropping to the whiskey glass in front of her, "if this one comforts you…I think I can make that happen."

[CONTINUE TO CHAPTER ONE]

I had the banner on hand so sure why not

pure gold is [mostly] fully written and will be a total of twelve chapters!

[aria0fgold]

There are times when I'm glad my sense of time is such a horrible wreck that the passage of time itself is a blur to me cuz I do not want to be constantly reminded that it's nearing at most 2 months since I have no phone. (It feels like it had been a week to me but then time chose to remind me that it has actually been more than that).

[leannswritings]

Our Designer - part 2

Syn : after that crazy dream you had of Viktor, you end up talking to friends about it. Now do you confess or let it go.

Warnings ! - Smut, slight slapping, choking, and whatever else I wrote that I can't remember...

Word count - 2.5k

A/N : Ngl i find Viktor so relatable as someone that has health problems..lwk understand why he almost took over the world. Anyways sorry if there's any misspelling + if the smut/confession isn't good it's been a while since i wrote so let me know what yall think I could change in the future, enjoy ♡ p.s should I make another part that's just fluff orrr...

A couple of days after the dream, you decided to talk about it with your closest friend, Caitlyn. You both had finally had an off day together, so you decided to head over to her house to hang out and catch her up on everything.

"SO let me get this straight..you had a dream, and not just a dream, but a wet dream about him? BUT you can't even ask him to go out with you."

Cait said as she walked back and forth in front of the bed you were sitting on. You nodded as you picked up a piece of fruit.

"Why don't you just ask him out...or sleep with him..."

She slightly whispered the last part. You immediately dropped the fruit in your hand to reply.

"Cait. I'm not gonna ask him to randomly sleep with me...are you okay? Are you feeling all right? Because you don't seem to be thinking clearly."

"I don't see the problem; maybe he wants it too; ever think about that."

She said with a shrug as if she knew something, you on the other hand, were in every way trying to convince her not to say such "nonsense"

"Cait..Caitlyn I'm not going to randomly ask Viktor to fuc—"

"Am I interrupting..?"

Jayce walks into the room with a smile on his face; at this point, you could've guessed he heard the conversation and was just creepily waiting behind the door. He quickly came and sat on the bed beside you, before reaching over you and grabbing fruit.

"I think you should. There's plenty of possibilities of what could happen if you confess, plus the worst he could say is no...as if that would happen "

Realizing he just said the last part out loud, he shoved the fruit in his mouth and turned away from you just for you to pull his face back towards you and hit him in the throat, forcing the fruit to come out his mouth. He choked a little before looking at you with those same puppy eyes he always does when he does something wrong.

"What did he say to you? What do you mean, wait? Wait, just tell me what he thinks about me; you already told me a little, so just tell me."

Curiosity and Joy were overflowing within you, and everyone could tell that you were starting to freak out. Jayce quickly ate some fruit and swallowed before getting up and backing up from you, before refusing to tell you anymore because he realized saying that little bit was enough. You chased him around the room, trying to get more information out of him, which failed even after you pinned him down.

"What if I said I told him to stop by your place tonight...I got tired of both of you."

"What. You asked him to come over to MY place, even though your apartment is RIGHT next door.?"

You quickly let go of Jayce, and started slightly freaking out before he explained that he convinced Viktor to go to your place for "research purposes" and by saying everyone would be there. Of course you didn't even know if he was even telling the truth by saying that, but either way it slightly freaked you out because you realized that your room was covered in papers of design and other future ideas for hextech, leaving a horrible mess. You quickly ate some fruit, hugged your friends, and left, realizing you had plenty of work to do at home.

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You finally finished cleaning up what you thought made you seem messy, rearranging other things that might be slightly off-putting. You looked around worrying about what else you could change around as if he hadn't been over to your place before, including when the floors were covered in paper (which is now in a messy stack on the table since it's the topic of the meaning anyways), as soon as you tried to find something else to move you heard a knock at your door.

You quickly ran over to the door, looked around to make sure everything was in place, patted your chest to calm down, and opened the door. Your eyes met with his amber eyes, his eyes always looked as if they had glowed no matter the time of the day.

"Is Jayce here yet?"

He said as he walked in, looking around to see if Jayce would appear out of the blue. You shook your head, and then both headed to your room. In your room there's a floor table in the center that has all of the paper stacked on it, you moved some of the papers slightly to the side so Viktor had somewhere to write. You reached into your closet and got some pillows to sit on. Viktor just stood there and stared as you walked around the room getting things, saying nothing the whole time.

An hour had passed that you guys were studying and going over hextech and the future of the hex. It was really hard to focus on the papers and conversations that were held, Viktor had to snap at you multiple times to catch your attention. It seemed that Viktor was slightly getting annoyed at the fact you kept getting distracted by the littlest thing; if the temperature changed by 1 degree, it was like you could tell and immediately start moving around or talking about it.

"Do you have something to say?"

Viktor caught you staring at him once again; this time, you absolutely couldn't help it; you really liked the face he made when he got frustrated. You moved closer to him, leaning into his bubble until it popped, now inches away from his face.

"Yeah."

That was the only word you could sigh out before leaning into a kiss; you leaned back after realizing what you did. The feeling of regret rained down on you as you saw Viktor touch his lips in shock before he made eye contact with you. You immediately stood and tried to confess, yet out of fear, you apologized.

"I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to. Viktor I reall—"

At that moment, got silent as Viktor pulled you by your arm, forcing you back down and into his lap. The silence was so loud, you were sure at this point he could hear your heartbeat, and feel the other one. Viktor gave you this look that you couldn't even explain before leaning into another kiss. This kiss felt so different from others in the past, the way his hands traced your face, how sweet the kiss felt, and the fact you could feel him under you. You fixed your position and threw your legs on both sides of him,centering yourself, your hands holding his face. His hands traveled down your body, tracing your outlines before stopping at your waist. You broke away from the Makeout to catch your breath, the fact that this was happening was pretty overwhelming. Viktor moved down your neck leaving kisses in every spot that he could, your body reacting to his every move, as your hips started to rock. There's been plenty of times you've stared at your ceiling but this time...you have never been so glad to be looking at the same o,ld ceiling.

"Vik-viktor hold on.."

You pushed yourself off of him and stood up, you helped him up and sat him on your bed. It'll be much more comfortable and more spacious than being on the floor, but you didn't have any time to say anything as you immediately went back to the sweetness of his lips that you liked so much. He pushed you onto your back and continued going down your neck, unbuttoning your shirt as he laid kisses down onto your skin, finally reaching the top of your pants, unbuckling your belting, and pulling your pants off. He looked up at you, his fingers traced around your hips and thighs holding off on actually touching you where you wanted. He really liked to see that pathetic look on your face when you couldn't get your way, he smiled before he slid his fingers in you, his thumb fooling around with your clit. He went back up, laid on his side, and continued playing with your lips as his fingers played inside of you. You moaned against his lips as you pushed your legs together trapping his hand there. Maybe being a workaholic and toying with things all day was worth it in the long run because now his fingers that usually fondle with metals,pens, and paper are now fondling with you. It didn't take long for you to have an orgasm; you've never had one that fast; maybe it was due to the built-up feelings and lust, or maybe it was just his touch. Your legs finally opened up, letting him remove his hand.

"Already..? That's disappointing.."

Viktor had this smug look on his face; if he could say more, he would, but he seemed to be holding back for now. You pushed him to lie on his back, taking a stressor off his leg. You both reached for his pants at the same time, rushing to take them off. Viktor was a very introverted person, not one to boast about what he achieved or has, but man this was something you think was reasonable to boast about. You sat on top of him; his tip, which was slightly sticking out of his underwear, was already starting to leak pre-cum. Your hand rubbed his face; your thumb found its way into his mouth; Viktor's tongue and your thumb had a short battle as he suddenly bit down on your thumb. You had a sudden and quick reaction, you withdrew your thumb and slapped him. The expected reaction was disgust or him being upset, but instead, you got a smile, and his face fell back into your hand. Viktor looked up at you that with those gorgeous amber eyes; it seemed that at, the moment, he viewed you as other-worldly.

"Shit..Viktor you're disgusting.."

You gave a soft laugh in response. "so he's one of those," was your thought process at the time; the thought of being roug,h with each other was such a turn-on; now the real question was, is he going to be rough with you? Your body continued to rub against his due to the thoughts running through your mind. Viktor laid kisses against your hands and wrist, his gaze was intense. His eyelids were low giving him this desperate look, his hands moved from yours to your hips. His grip on your hips was so tight, you were sure it would leave marks, he had pure control of how your body moved at this point. His hands made you grind against him at a slower pace than before, this annoyed you, you were already close to asking for him to fuck you point blank. Of course he did this on purpose, how else would he have fun if he couldn't see you annoyed or desperate for a feeling.

"You seem..ann-annoyed"

Viktor stuttered, it seems that his accent gets thicker in situations like this.

"I don't have time to play with you viktor.."

"Really? I have plenty."

A smart-ass just like his friend. This wasn't a joking matter for you, the hunger and need was hard to ignore or just toy with at this point. You needed Viktor bad, you needed the pleasure. You couldn't help that a few tears fell from your eyes from how annoyed you were.

"You really are that..desperate.."

Viktor seem to give in after seeing a few tears, he loosen his grip on your hips, giving you time to take his out his dick and line it up with your entrance. You were planning to go slow, but at that moment, he grabbed your hips and forced you down, and let out a loud moan. You immediately covered your mouth to try and suppress your voice, though you didn't do a very good job as your whimpers could be heard echoing off the walls. At this moment you could only hope Jayce and your other neighbors weren't home. The sounds of skin touching skin and voices harmonizing covered the room. You continued the bounce on him, hoping the roughness wouldn't leave him with any pain. He fit perfectly inside of you, as if he was made for you, rubbing against your insides. You could only hope this would go on forever as he continued hitting your G-spot. One of his hands left your hip and went to one of your hands that was on his shoulders, Picking it up and leading it to his neck, letting you know what to do.

"Vik- you're si-sick"

Even though that stumbled out of your mouth you didn't refuse. You wrapped both your hands around his neck as you continued to ride him. His reaction made you realize something about yourself you didn't think you wanted to know, adding the cherry on top of the knot in your stomach. Viktor eyes went from staring at you with such love and lust to starting to roll to the ball of his head; he seemed to be getting close,the pressure from your hands adding to the pleasure he felt from your warmth. Without any warning, you felt him coat your insides, and as a reaction, you let go of his neck. Soon after you hit your climax, it seemed like heaven on earth, the pleasure was something you've yet to experience before. The room was greeted by heavy breathing and other soft sounds. One more round wouldn't hurt..or a couple.

———

The sun shined through your bedroom window, both of you were supposed to be in the lab hours ago but decided to stay lying together. The sun shined just enough for Viktor's eyes to glow from the light, his lashes draped over his eyes in such a beautiful way. You moved your head from his arm to his chest so you didn't have to look him in the face, even though you've already seen more of each other than the average person it was still hard for you to explain what you wanted to truly tell him last night.

"V—"

"Y—"

You both called out at the same time; despite you telling him to go first afterward, he still waited for you to speak.

"Viktor, what I wanted to say last night is, I really like you and working by your side. I can't and don't want to see myself in any other place other than by your side. Cheesy I know but I seriously mean it."

Silence. Silence was who greeted you, you would've felt embarrassed if you were laying on his chest. His heart told on himself, it getting louder by the second, it was beating so fast you wouldn't be shocked if it exploded at that very moment.

"I- me too"

A few Czech words slipped out in the beginning but he just kept his answer simple, you guess his brain just went back to his native because of the situation. It was cute seeing him all nervous, something you've yet to see before. Something about the tenderness and comfort you got from each other was different from before, you never would've guessed such a quiet nerdy dude would be so...comforting and awkward.

[kooktrash]

Could I please request a drabble for the bunny adventures couple? It was the first fics of yours, that I ever read and I hold it close to my heart

this one is so niche to my beginner readers peak but yes I’ll do it even tho I feel like hybrid fics are dead 😭if yall reread the original fic it was NOT my best yall im sorry. also unless yall said 18+ in request I’ll most likely not include any nsfw

1k wc

bunny adventures | jeon jungkook drabble

want more requests? look at my request masterlist in Navi!

Life with Jungkook has had its ups and downs. Like every relationship there are times where you need space from him [especially him being overly clingy], and other times you would prefer to stay in bed with him all day. He’s a lot of maintenance and has his own problems from the past but he’s put a lot of trust and growth in himself. He’s become more sure and secure with who he is and where you stand.

Sometimes he’ll get overwhelmed over the littlest things but it didn’t take much from you to calm him down. Lately Jungkook has taken on a bigger role with Hoseok and the tattoo parlor so his days have been longer. He’s been staying at the shop a lot lately where he’s made friends with other hybrids and people, no longer feeling as hostile to others as before. It’s something you’re happy about but you’ve been missing him around. He used to welcome you after work every day and cling to your hip but he’s been busy with himself.

“What time does Kook get home? I want to try out the new VR headset he got,” Jimin said, rolling around on the floor out of boredom while Yoongi typed away on his work laptop.

“Not sure, he should be home any minute though. Just go use it,” You told him pointing to the extra room that once belonged to Jungkook before he invited himself into yours every night. Now it’s just used as a gaming room and a small library for you. Your boyfriend rarely uses it because he’s too focused on following you around everywhere but when he’s home alone or has Jimin or Taehyung over they’ll spend some time gaming. Jungkook had gone on and on about what you got him for his birthday a couple months ago and has been begging him to play but Jimin’s too busy. Now that Jungkook is the busy one and Jimin is free, it still seems like they haven’t been able to hang out as often.

“Are you kidding? You know how possessive he is over his things!” Jimin groaned, “Tell him to hu—“

The words weren’t fully out his mouth when the front door swung open with a grumpy bunny stomping inside. The three of you looked at each other with visibly confused expressions when Jungkook went straight to your bedroom not bothering to greet anyone.

“I don’t you’re paying tonight, bud,” Yoongi said to Jimin as he tried closing out of his Microsoft doc, “He seems moody.”

“Hold on, I’ll go check if he wants to,” You tried telling them so they wouldn’t feel rushed to leave just because Jungkook seemed upset about something. It’s not that you all felt the need to tiptoe around but Jungkook has gotten a lot better at controlling himself and he’s been through a lot so you can’t help it. Yes, he came from the same facility as Jimin but Jimin is aware he didn’t have it as bad as Jungkook all his life.

“Kook,” You knocked on the door to let him know you’re coming in and went inside. You found him on your shared bed hugging your pillow looking so close to falling asleep, “Everything alright?”

“Tired, lay down with me,” Jungkook said lifting an arm up to try and bring you in to him.

“I can’t, Jimin and Yoongi are out there. Jimin has been waiting to game with you,” You said sitting on the edge of the bed, “You don’t want to go out there and at least say hi?”

“Not tonight, it’s been a long day I’m sorry,” Jungkook said with a groan, “Tell him to go play by himself.”

“Jungkook!” Jimin whined from outside the door and it didn’t last long before Yoongi was pulling him back.

“Come on, we’ll try again tomorrow,” Yoongi pulled him by the end of his shirt, dragging away Jimin with a new promise, “We’ll try again tomorrow! Bye Y/n, bye Kook!”

You looked at your boyfriend who scrunched his nose with a sniffle, pulling on your arm to get you down on the bed. With a small sigh, you chose to give in to his needs and let him wrap himself around you in a hug that nearly suffocated you. Since the start of your relationship Jungkook had gone from a cold, distant bunny hybrid to one overly clingy boyfriend.

“What’s wrong?” You asked trying to sneak your arms out to hug him back, fingers running through his hair for comfort.

“Nothing, I tried doing this design today and I didn’t like the way it looked at all,” Jungkook said with a small pout, “And I’ve been coming home later and later and you leave earlier than me so it feels like our time keeps getting cut shorter and shorter. I love having the guys over but sometimes I just want to come home to you.”

“You always want to just come home to only me,” You teased and this time his nose scrunched with a smile.

“You’re right, and tonight especially I just wanted my pretty girlfriend to snuggle with me,” Jungkook dug his face into your neck trying to rid you of Jimin’s scent and coat you in his own. He loved your lavender smell and when he’s at work he keeps a sweater of yours there that helps calm his nerves. He’ll need to switch it out soon with something that had a stronger scent.

“Alright how about this,” You comb his hair out of his face, “Well, call it an early night and tomorrow I’ll see if I can go in later only if you promise to hang out with Jimin or Taehyung after work.”

“How about we both take the whole day off tomorrow?” He pulled you closer, cheeky grin on his face when you gave him a stern look, “Half a day? Can we meet up for lunch too?”

“Let me think about it, go get cleaned up and I’ll see what we can order for dinner,” You told him already trying to free yourself from his tight hold but he didn’t let up.

“Join me, I’ve missed you so much.”

“You see me everyday, Kook.”

“Is not enough,” He groaned.

::.

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[lets-try-some-writing]

Smokescreen angst where he missed Alpha Trion >:).

Coming right up anon! Yall really like seeing my boy Smokey go though The Horrors don't you? Maybe I need to right a horror one shot with him since I've done Bee.

You know what? Imma link this to the previous Smokey angst. Lets make an AU for it. Previous part here.

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The night was longer on Earth. At least, it felt long to Smokescreen when he stood guard.

He hadn't actually been ordered to stand guard, but Smokescreen had taken the job upon himself after arriving on the world of dust and dirt he now found himself walking. Waiting in position was familiar, and comforting. Especially since late at night, he often got the chance to perform his familiar duty of shadowing the Archivist.

"Smokescreen." The Archivist regarded him simply. Smokescreen took that as his cue to join him in his walk to the console. The dim light of the device was soothing in the quiet atmosphere of the base, especially as the Archivist stepped up to his place and sighed. It was deep and tired, the Archivist's vents long worn from millennia of functionality. Smokescreen smiled at the familiarity, especially as the Archivist began to type with speed reserved for those raised within the halls of Iacon's most prestigious institute.

He would have loved to mingle with the Archivist and his fellows back during the golden age. Sure, it had it's problems, but it was a time of learning and change. It was a time and a world he never had the chance to know. In a way, he envied the Archivist for having had the opportunity to live an arguably normal life before the war began in earnest.

He settled himself a few feet away from the console to watch the Archivist and ensure nothing happened to him during his work. His fans slowed and he stood with his arms hung loosely by his side. Before his change of scenery, the Archivist would normally assign him a datapad to read.

He had no such luxuries in his new station.

Still, in the quiet it was easy to forget and imagine that shelves filled with datapads surrounded him as he watched the Archivist work. The tapping of digits on the console, the faint green glow of the device, and the periodical tick of a file completed were all easy for Smokescreen to lose himself in as he stood at attention.

Time passed, and as it did, he found himself longing to request permission to go read something from the fiction section. Conquests and old wars. Heroes and Primes long dead. He always loved those stories. Maybe if he asked kindly, the Archivist would let him wander off for a bit. He looked busy, and his features were largely obscured due to the way the light hit him. Surely he wouldn't notice if Smokescreen fell into a good story for a while. The night was long, and a datapad would keep his tired optics from shuttering until he was released from his watch.

"Hey, Trion, could I read something in the historical section for a bit? It's hard to stay awake standing around like this." He rubbed around his optics, hoping the touch would force his vision to focus. Through blurred optics, the Archivist's plating shone a familiar purple. But as the Archivist turned from his work in confusion and began to approach, Smokescreen saw for the first time that night just who he was looking at.

The Archivist turned Prime. Red and blue bound together in firm plating designed for war and conflict. Bright blue optics that shared the same wisdom as the Archivist Smokescreen was used to serving. Powerful arms and long thin digits perfectly sculpted for handling delicate data.

This Archivist was not Alpha Trion.

"I'm sorry! I got confused for a minute..." He trailed off as those optics met his. The Prime said nothing for a moment. It was a suffocating silence as both of them seemed to stew in the maelstrom of memory that came from their respective times in the Iaconian Archives.

They came from different eras, but they shared one thing in common.

Alpha Trion.

Sweet Primus, he hadn't realized just how much he missed the quiet of the Archives or the thoughtful mumbles of the Master Archivist.

"There is no shame in missing one who you hold dear." Optimus spoke slowly, almost as if he was forcing his voice to remain steady.

"I too miss my master." The Prime vented deeply, and for a moment, Smokescreen saw a younger mech. Optimus seemed so very pained in the dim light of the console. His optics were wider and more emotive. His field was clamped close like all Iaconians, at least according to the records. Even his posture seemed softer, lacking the air of the firm commander long used to death and destruction.

He looked like a simple data clerk.

For a moment, his expression mimicked Smokescreen's.

"He taught me a lot... I miss hearing him ramble on about everything under Luna 1." He found himself opening up as Optimus's field crept around his own, pulling him in. Before he knew it, his frame moved of its own accord until he was only a foot or two away from the towering Prime.

"Alpha Trion was fond of the old tales. I spent many long nights reading accounts from the last generation to have lived before the Quintessons arrived." Optimus stared at the console as his optics cycled wide. He seemed lost in memory as he smiled softly.

"My master was not pleased to see me engrossed in something other than my work." The Prime's digits hovered over the console keyboard, almost in a contemplative manner. Smokescreen found his field opening on instinct. He couldn't help but the sense of companionship that flared in his spark as he watched the mighty Prime speak so freely to him.

"I get that. Trion caught me with my face stuck in a novel all the time." He admitted his own guilt with a quiet laugh. Optimus raised an optical ridge in surprise, but he otherwise remained unreactive. His field rippled in comforting waves, washing Smokescreen's worries away as the Prime questioned him.

"You read novels?"

"Yeah, uh, I like historical fiction." He rubbed the back of his neck guard guiltily.

"Primes, heroes, great champions and all that. I don't think Trion approved of my choice of literature." He fiddled with his digits, unable to meet Optimus's optics. All those vorns in the Archive, wasted reading silly novels. He really should have taken more care back then. But he wouldn't have traded the passing moments he shared with Alpha Trion for anything.

"He never stopped me reading while I was supposed to be on watch, but he did snatch my novel and give me more suitable material a lot." He remembered vividly the way the Master Archivist would sigh and take away the novel he was reading when on duty. Generally speaking, what he was given in return didn't peak his interest. But whatever he read, he remembered. Maybe because the Master Archivist tended to stare daggers at him when he was caught trying to reach for a novel after being caught.

It was a fond memory for him. He didn't expect Optimus to laugh so boldly as he processed what Smokescreen had said.

"That sounds like my master." The Prime smiled wide, and Smokescreen could see the sincerity in his optics as he did so. It stunned him to see such emotion on the normally stoic Prime.

"I cannot count the number of times he shut down the datanet in my sector when he caught me speaking to Megatronus. He always told me that my actions were dangerous and that strangers should not be trusted." Optimus's laughter died off as he reminisced. Smokescreen could hardly comprehend the very idea of Optimus being young and chatting with strangers on the datanet like it was the greatest sin a mech could commit. And yet as he looked at Optimus, he could imagine the Archivist looking around warily before frantically swapping tabs to send a swift message.

He could just as easily imagine Alpha Trion appearing out of the blue to press the power button. Smokescreen had been on the receiving end of such treatment before. Yet another experience they shared.

"He cared deeply for each of his students." Optimus's voice was soft, wistful. Smokescreen's spark panged in loss. Optimus really was the perfect student. He could imagine how much Alpha Trion cared for the Prime. Sure, he'd done some things in his youth, but he was wise, powerful, and more knowledgeable than half the Autobots combined. How could he not be Alpha Trion's favorite?

"I bet he really cared about you. After all, you did become Prime." His tone was more bitter than anticipated. He was going to apologize, but a firm servo on his shoulder stopped him before he could.

"Do not sell yourself short, Smokescreen. I can tell my master cared for you as well." A smile greeted him, and Smokescreen remained stunned as the Prime leaned down to mostly match his height.

"The ease in which you carry yourself, the knowledge you possess, and the fondness in your tone tells me that he treated you kindly." The Prime's field wrapped around him warmly, like a hug from the gentlest of giants. Tears gathered in his optics against his will as the Prime met his gaze with understanding.

"Our master did not offer his affection easily." His venting hitched as he registered Optimus's words. The Prime brought him in for a hug as sobs overcame him. To know that Alpha Trion cared? It eased an ache he didn't know he suffered from.

He missed the Master Archivist. He missed the quiet moments they shared and the reprimands he received for slacking off. He regretted being unable to save him, for both his and Optimus's sake.

By the time he calmed, Optimus had been humming a soft tune for a while. It felt familiar, likely from the Archive. He appreciated it.

"I still carry a few novels in my hab. If you would like them, I will give them to you." The offer came gently as Optimus pulled away. He Prime kept his servo on Smokescreen's shoulder, guiding him toward the hallway leading back to the team's habs. Smokescreen could break away if he wished, but the offer was there, and he found himself eager to follow the Prime as Optimus edged in the direction of the hall.

"You read novels too?" He could hardly believe it, and yet based on what he now knew about the Prime, it seemed in character for him to indulge in stories rather than documents cycle in and cycle out. Every mech needed a chance to unwind, even Primes.

"You are not the first student that Alpha Trion had to steal unregistered reading material from." Optimus smiled again, and this time, Smokescreen smiled with him as he followed the Prime dutifully. Their fields mingled in a companionable way and he relished in the joy of being with a fellow student of Alpha Trion, no matter how great the age difference.

"I have a small collection of works I saved from the datanet before it fell apart. One of my favorite series is amongst my small collection." Optimus's voice was filled with joy as he walked the halls, Smokescreen at his right side taking long strides to keep up.

"What's it called?" He asked, eagerness filling his field. How long had it been since he'd read a novel? He was sure that it had been a few centuries at least, even if most of that time was spent in stasis.

"Sunburst, Explorer of Crystal City." The Prime seemed truly excited to share his work as he entered his hab and pulled a box out from under his berth. Smokescreen hovered around, watching as the box was placed on the hard surface and its contents revealed. There were at least a dozen scuffed up datapads all arranged in alphabetical order just like Alpha Trion always preferred his work to be organized.

"Historical fiction?" He guessed hopefully. Optimus smiled knowingly as he pulled out what Smokescreen could only assume was the first datapad in the series.

"Yes. It is written from the perspective of a scientist attempting to find old relics within the abandoned city of the Primes. It is quite a fascinating read. I think you may enjoy it." The datapad was pressed into his waiting servos, and Smokescreen did not hesitate to smile as widely as he could. His spark flared in joy at the familiar surface of the datapad, and he didn't feel at all awkward when Optimus pulled him out a chair to sit on.

Optimus felt more like a friend as they sat together, Optimus on his berth and Smokescreen on a chair, both reading novels written in an age without war. There was probably work they could both be doing, but as the night continued on, neither of them made to move. They were content.

And just for a little while, Smokescreen was happy to pretend he was back in the Archive, resting and relaxing with a friend while he waited for Alpha Trion to come snatch his datapad away.

[pandorasfavorite]

Hii your my favorite writer!! Can you do where at Raw after the R has a match and Dom gets hard and he jerks off in the dressing room and the R catches him and dirty talks him and is sweet in a way but helps him get off then he gets really touchy after with the R and the R keeps telling him to wait till they get to the hotel and it’s just smut smut smut smut after they get back to the hotel

Switch, then switch again

AN: This may be the longest smut I've ever written. Also pls comment I love to hear y'all's feed back. THIS IS FILTHY AND YALL WANTED IT.

You turned Dominik on so easily. Truly it was like a fucking curse. Nearly every time he saw you in that skimpy outfit you wore on Monday night raw, he could barely keep it in his pants. In fact, the problem got so bad he had to stop going ringside with you for weeks, at least until he could get himself under control. Today was one of those days where he had to swallow down the curses threatening to spew from his mouth the moment he saw you.

You went off to your match and Dominik excused himself. He strode off to the dressing room and he locked the door behind him. Dominik slouched against the back of the door in attempt to relax and calm himself down. Beads of sweat began to roll down his face and he hastily wiped them off. The memory of you just moments prior was killing him. Dominik couldn't take it anymore, he kicked off his shoes and pants; moving to the bench in the center of the room. He sits down and shoves his hand down his hands, his head tilted back just barely with relief. Dominik stroked his cock till he was fully hard; not that it took long to do. Then he closed his eyes and pictured everything about you down to the detail of the underwear you slipped on this morning.

His thumb brushed over the tip of his cock and he teased himself to the thought of you bent over moaning and taking his cock like a slut. He tightens his hand and quickens his pace; he is tired of not feeling the relief he desperately needs. Dominik was lost in a horny haze that only you could break him out. He was feeling so dirty and deprived of you that his fist was just barely enough to tip him over the edge. Regardless he gasps and groans your name like a symphony, till he is cut off by the rattle of the door. You push the door open and Dominik is scrambling to reach for his pants that he threw off without care originally.

You let the door click shut behind you; the lock gets clicked in place also. Dominik looks up completely and his look of embarrassment fades just a bit at the sight of you. He huffs a sigh of relief, "Thank god it's just you baby". You walk over to Dominik; moving to stand behind him. Your hands roam the expanse of his chest and down his stomach, just inches from his rock-hard cock. The closer you got the heavier Dominik's breathing got. "Mhm, just me", you lean down and whisper into his ear; you kiss the side of his neck. Dominik tilts his head to give you more room out of instinct. "Want some help?", you ask him even though the answer was twitching throbbing against his leg. "Yea - yes", he nods and reaches to touch your hand that was moving against him so slowly.

You smack his hand lightly, "No touching" An immediate whine slips from his lips. Dominik fucking hated when he was denied the privilege of putting his hands on you. "How about this? I'll tell you all the things I want you to do to me. And you sit and listen", you suck a mark onto his mark and you could practically feel the heat radiating off of Dominik. He swallows before nodding; he is clearly trying not to let you take complete control. Now you move to kneel in front of him, your face just inches from his cock. There was a wet spot of precum staining his grey boxers that had your mouth watering. "I want to ride you until my legs get tired", you run a hand down his leg before grabbing his hand and putting it onto his cock. Dominik sucks in a sharp breath and the good feeling it brings.

You smile at him deviously, watching the way he is stroking his cock and just barely biting his lip in an attempt to stop his filthy moans. "Then I want to taste myself on your cock", Dominik groans and his hips jolt up, his cock sliding in and out of his fist. "I want you to sit still and moan while you suck my tits", you say while leaning forward to press a kiss to his knuckles. Dominik's breaths hitches at the proximity your mouth is to his cock, he felt like he could explode any minute now. You could tell he was close by the way his lips parted and his other hand gripping the side of the chair so harshly. And you knew exactly what to say. "I need you to be my good boy~ can you do that baby?", you smile at him so sweetly he barely registered the streams of cum spilling from his cock and onto his boxers.

You kissed his spent cock from where it lay limp against his lips. Dominik's head snapped down from you and he jolted at the overstimulating feeling, "haah fuck - fuck don't". That was your favorite thing to see and hear. Your boyfriend was all fucked out and begging you to be nice to him all while he looked strong enough to flip you over and take over any minute, the uncertainty was amazing.

You tap Dominik's leg to get his attention completely, "Stand up so we can get you cleaned up". "Alright", his voice comes back to that familiar cocky tone you love so dearly. You handed Dominik a rag to wipe up the sticky cum that was against his skin, his cheeks were flushing red as you watched him clean up. Afterwards he pulled up his pants and threw the rag away, yet he wasted no time moving towards you. One hand lays flush against your back while the other is on the back of your neck, pulling your body right against his. Dominik dips you down and kisses your neck hungrily, his tongue sticking out to run along your skin.

Dominik was so good with his tongue and kissing that you didn't want to pull away from the feeling. In fact, it was so good, that gasps were already tumbling from your mouth at his attempt to work you up. At your gasp, Dominik groans into the crook of your neck, and his hands only get more feverish. He moves his hands to cup your ass, squeezing and flushing your skin. He tightened his hands around you; pulling you against him as his mouth worked against your body so naturally. A raspy groan slipped from his lips as your body felt like heat gracing his hands.

You were so distracted by the way his hands moved against your body so sensually and perfectly. Dominik was used to every inch of your body yet every time he touched you he felt like he discovered a new treasure. You fought the prodding idea of letting Dominik fuck you in the dressing room, your mind flickered to the idea of a more intimate setting in the hotel. You push Dominik back a bit and he immediately backs up with a deprived look, "You need to wait until we get to the hotel" you chaste at him. Dominik raises an eyebrow and gives you a dirty smirk that means he wasn't planning on listening. In his mind, your body was calling to him and just the sight of you made his cock stir again. He moves to touch you again but you give him a mean look that Dominik knew better than to cross.

He towers over you and his eyes continuously dart down to your lips that he would do anything to kiss. "I need you so bad right now Hermosa", he says with an intense look that is laced with tension. Dominik's aura was like no other and it captivated your body in unexplainable ways, you had to get to the hotel before you really did fuck him right then and there.

The car ride there and walk to the hotel room was quiet but suspenseful. The whole time you felt Dominik's gaze burning into you and you could hear his steps following you just as quickly. You swipe the key card and open the hotel room, only to be hoisted up off the ground and pushed against the wall by the door. You gasp and throw your arms around Dominik's neck to keep yourself steady. "I just want to make you happy", he huffs in that deep voice that has goosebumps rising on your body. You start to push his clothes off his body and your hands slide under his shirt, your fingertips gliding over his smooth skin. You pull the shirt off of him and you are met with your favorite aspect of his body, his heavily tattooed arms that are flexed.

You then tug down his pants as far as you can, and just enough to slide your hands down to his cock. He rolls his hips against your hands at the feeling of your soft hands stroking his cock, and his mouth falls open just a bit at the sensation. You giggle and kiss the side of your mouth, "One touch and you're already moaning like a bitch", you taunt him. Dominik's eyes flicker with a look of challenge, he steps out of his pants and grips you tightly. So much so the imprints of his fingers tint your skin. He spins around and drops you on the bed, practically ripping off every piece of clothing he touches. He grinds down against you, his lips turning up in a grin when you moan. The cloth of his boxers slides against your pussy, and you feel the heat pooling in your core.

If you felt good you know that Dominik felt more than good. Despite his smirk and the teasing tone of voice, mentally he was fighting the idea of drilling into you the moment you said 'please'. He rolls his hips directly against you again and this time he groaned at the tremble in your moan and the way you moved up against him. "You make me feel amazing baby", he just barely whispered by your ear. One of his hands was grasping the thick of your thigh while the other was placed on your face; this thumb moving across your bottom lip. Your chest was moving up and down quickly, he was taking too long.

With all your strength you put your hands on his broad shoulders and you flipped him over on his back. You straddled Dominik completely, your legs spread widely in order to be comfortable. Dominik huffed as he hit the pillows and his eyes shined with desire, he knew you'd make this quick. You considered just barely sinking down onto his cock, and letting him work you open just barely. But he looked so good and in that moment you quickly decided to sit down against his thigh.

You moved up just enough for your thigh to barely graze his cock, Dominik was reeling at the feeling of your wet pussy sliding against his leg. You held onto him by putting your hands down on his stomach and your stomach clenched at the notion his tensed thigh did to you. His head was thrown back and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed down as many groans as he could manage. Yet each time your thigh bumped against his cock his mouth fell open with a flow of praises, "Do that again - shit right there princess, s' so good". Dominik holds himself up with one hand and he watches the way you are desperately rocking against his thigh.

Dominik notices the way you slow down and the whine that tumbles from your lips without meaning to. He has a splitting grin when he sits up completely and takes you by the hips. Your body is glistening with sweat that accentuates your every curve just the way Dominik likes it. He pushes you completely onto his thigh and he guides your body to continue using his thigh for pleasure. In a flash of realization, you lightly smack Dominik's hands away and you try and finish the job yourself. Dominik now adheres to a cocky expression that makes you gush. "Oh, you want to be in control mami? Do it then", he taunts you and smacks your ass before laying down with his hands behind his head.

You grit your teeth and glare at him from your spot on his thigh. He wants to be cocky? Easy. You grab his cock from the base and you move over him, slipping his cock inside of you to the hilt. You clench around him and Dominik instinctly groans loudly, moving to sit up again. You push him back down and grind down on his cock as hard as you can. Both of your bodies are together and moving in a fluid motion. Dominik wasn't ready for you to be sitting on his cock and toying with him. "Don't fucking stop, baby", he grits and stares at the way your tits are bouncing with every movement.

The more you move against him the closer you get, your fingers drop down to your clit and Dominik's eyes widen at the filthy sight you gave him so willingly. He wishes he was the one touching you in that way, but he knew you would punish him and deprive him of what was so close. As the tip of his cock hit the sweet spot inside of you, you moaned and collapsed, your hips just barely riding out the orgasm. Dominik was panting, feeling just as close considering the newfound tightness of your orgasm. Just as his thrusts were getting sloppy and he was on the brink of spilling inside of you... you rolled off of him and lay beside him with a shit-eating grin.

You turned your head to look at Dominik's betrayed face. "That's what you get", you stick your tongue out at him. Dominik huffs out a laugh but that was quickly forgotten when he is on top of you. He is down on his knees in front of you but you are laid back with your thighs clenched tightly. "Spread your legs", he tells you and taps your knee as a sign to do what he says. You shake your head no and you smile like a brat. "Spread your legs or I'll fuck your thighs like a slut, mami".

You couldn't find it in you to disobey. You spread your legs just enough for Dominik to slide between them, he spits on your clit and sucks on it. His tongue is moving against your clit, overstimulating you instantly. You moan so loudly, the feeling of heat reoccurring in your stomach. Dominik pulls away and slides his cock inside of you without hesitation. "Can't help it can you? You love when I'm desperate for you, stroking my cock to the thought of you", he pounds into you so hard your body is jumping with every thrust. "That's my good girl".

[rzyraffek]

You did a request on fainting in front of Brahms, so how would the Sinclair Brothers react to reader fainting? Thank you! Y’all have a good one! :3

Yay! My writing spirit came back! So now imma spam you all with fanfics!! I also wrote a bit more that JUST Sinclair bros

They/them, sfw, Request Open

Slashers with s/o that faints

Bo sinclair

Will immediately pick them up, check for any damage.

Will be stressed af, and get so protective i swear

Will overthink it, he kinda has anger issues so he might think he did something that casued it??? Idk

When s/o wakes up he gonna be so realived. They really gave him a scare

Will ask if anyone hurt them? Or is it like normal for them

Overall 7/10 probably died 5times while waiting for you to wake up

Vincent Sinclair

Tralala vibing with my love lala HU- WHY ARE THRT ON FLOOR??? UHH BO? BO! S/O IS IN FLOOR

Will knee and check breathing and heart beat. Of thank god at least they are alive

With bo's help carried them to bed room and he didnt leave their side! Holding their hand whole time

When they wake up he gonna shower them with kisses and hugs!!! Yay so you are alive!!! Yay!!

Will lay in bed with them, moving his legs in air while s/o turns into Wiki page and tells him all sympptoms, what to do ect

Overall 8/10 live laugh love Vincent

Lester Sinclair

S/o got to tell this man about their 'fainting problem' before it happends

Bcs this dude might cry, or have mental break down

Especially if it happend when yall where in Forest, AWAY FROM ANYONE THAT COULD HELP OR COMFORT

S/o probavly gonna wake up in middle of car ride home and this guy will be so relived

Guy will acually take notes of stuff he needs to know about their fainting problem, so in case he panics next time he has everything written down

Overall 9/10 boy is doing his best

Jason Voorhees

P.A.N.I.C

Immediately picks them up, so so worried, will check their heartbeat by putting his ear on their chest

Lays them down on the most comfy bed he could find in this god forsaken camp

Sits down next to it (probably in chair or if there's non he will just sit on ground)

When they wake up he will be so so happy but also so so puzzled? Did you ate something bad? Were you too hot? Too tired? Too worried? What happened! Tell him

You gotta to tell him step by step how to react, how to notice that s/o will faint and what to do afterwards

Man will be on full alert after every time they pass out. Like this guy will lay them gently down, put water bottle right next to them so it's close and litteraly stab anyone in 100meter radius (boi gets protective)

Overall 8/10 good care taker

Myers Micheal

... okay? So your sleeping now??? Weird

Nah but fr he was in ASYLUM for FEW years, he probably saw plenty of people who pass out, due to stress, emotions, self destructive stuff ect ect

So he knows what to do and how to do. But he simply doesn't want to lol

Hes sure that you will be fine. He will just make sure that you didht break anything or that you are laying in position that makes you able to breath of course

S/o gonna wake up with muscle pain and headache :(

Gonna tell micheal that. No babe you arent edgy, you are just an asshole

Next time he gonna sigh loudly and put s/o back to bed. Only because they gonna be mad at him afterwards.. its not that he cares! Pfff micheal? He totally doesn't care pfff

Overall 4/10 will judge the position you passed out in

Billy lenz

Will sit on their chest, litteraly he gonna choke them frfr. But he didnt mean to so it doesnt count!

Will talk to them while they are passed out

Will drag them to couch because no way in hell hes going to drag them all way upstairs

Will get bored and lonley >:(

When s/o wakes up they have to explain to him that, no s/o wasn't sleeping, they were timed out of life

Gonna bring them glas of water

Gonna look at them with his goblin eyes,and be like 'sooo can we play uno now?' 'Honey I see everything doubled now 'okay... so can we play uno now'

Next time they pass out he is gonna put them in so many blankets they turn into burrito (not only in looks but also its probably extremely hot)

Overall 6/10 would rather play uno

Asa emory

"Ooh honey..." picks them up✅, carries to bed✅, puts in right position✅, grabs water and mess from kitchen✅

He is so ✅✅✅

Will ask them about how they feel, do they need to puke? Maybe stronger meds? Are you cold? Or maybe too hot?

But he isn't very 'in your face' with all those questions, he asks them just like doctor would, with absolute no emotion or huge facial reactions. He knows it might be stressful or overwhelming

Will give space if needed

He also made sure to reread books and articles about people who pass out randomly to make sure to read theirs body language

Dont worry little butterfly you can rest now

Overall 10/10 but made you watch his beatle collections while you couldn't leave bed

[daegustae]

champagne problems | jeon jungkook

pairing ; groom!jungkook x wedding planner!reader.  

genre ; smut, angst | one-shot

summary ; the story we won’t tell is my greatest fantasy 

word count ; 4.1k 

chapter warnings ; infidelity, smut (18+), oral (f. receiving), bigdick!jungkook, multiple s3x positions, explicit language, creampie, unprotected s3x (yall know better), slight cockwarming, mentions of illness | plot twist at the end dont k!ll me pls 

a/n ; this was inspired by champagne problems obv AND the apartment we won’t share by niki jhsdjds IDK I WAS JUST LISTENING TO IT AND THEN BAM HERE COMES THIS AU . this is not edited. 

¯¨’*·~-.¸¸,.-~*’ •·.·´¯`·.·• `·.¸¸.·´´¯`··._.· •´`·..íì..·´`• 

“Nothing?” Hobi shakes his head no, pouting as he watches the screen in front of him waiting for a miracle to happen. You look at the letters written on your wall Garam Event Management Studios. It was your dream to have a business like this. An organizer for different types of events. At first, your business was doing exceptional, always fully-booked, never having a free day but better than you’re experiencing right now. Dry and dull. You even had to let go of some of your employees considering that you won’t be able to pay them due to this crisis.

“We won’t last a month” you sigh your head in frustration, thinking about what went wrong in your business. You can’t help but be in denial, this crisis started when your father purposely embarrassed you at that one dinner party, claiming that your business will eventually close down so people shouldn’t bother to get your services. His reason? Because you refused to work at his company where you’ll be the next CEO. To be fair, you were tired of being ordered around and being an office slave.

But humiliating you that night was uncalled for. Especially everything that happened before that confrontation.

“We just have to boost our ads, we used to be in-demand.” used to.

“I’m sorry Hobi, this was because of me.” he frowns, looking at your slump figure on the couch.

“You have nothing to be sorry for” you look at him giving him a pout, suppressing the tears that are threatening to come out.

“Thank you for sticking with me” he nods standing up from his table as he makes his way to you giving you the tightest hug. You are honestly thankful of Hobi, he’s your best friend and out of all people he was the first one to support you with your business, even dropping his corporate job to join you as a full time event coordinator.

“We’ll be fine, it's winter season, who wants a wedding during winter?” you laugh giving him a smack on his head before a ding sound comes out of his computer. You both pull out of the hug looking at each other with wide eyes, scrambling on the couch to stand up and read the letters on his screen.

“We got an appointment” you both scream jumping in excitement.

“We got this” you nod, doing your celebratory handshake before dashing to your own table, ready to contact the services you will need. Hobi focuses on the person who’s making an appointment.

Hobi sighs, you look at him puzzled, reading his face who’s hard to determine at this very moment. You look at him raising your eyebrows as your smile fades. “We got an appointment but it’s your choice if you want it or not.”

“Of course I want it! We can’t choose our customers, we're in a crisis.” you say matter of factly.

“Even if it’s your ex’s wedding?” he says slowly, waiting for your reaction.

“Of course, this is business, nothing personal.” you clear your throat, biting your tongue and proceeding to scroll through your desktop.

“Are you sure? Because I’m pretty sure there will be more cus-”

“Hobi, it’s fine. Plus this is good for our business, we’ll get exposure and such.” you give him a reassuring smile. It’s not time to be selfish. It’s been 9 months since that dinner party, you’re pretty sure everyone has moved on from it already, and yet you still remember the atmosphere that day.

“It’s his fiance that booked the appointment, by the way.” fiance you shouldn’t feel bitter hearing that, but somehow there’s a small part of you that aches for the future you planned, aches for him. “She said she chose us because she was a guest to this wedding once, and fell in love with us” Hobi chuckles “And the wedding’s in three days” he adds

“What?” that’s a small amount of time to prepare.

“And she can’t find anyone else to do it because it’s too little time” you sigh you either accept this or you’ll close down this business.

“We have to make this work Hobi, this is our last shot.” you say truthfully he nods looking at you with concern.

“Let's do this yeah?”

-

“Stop fiddling with your pants Hobi” you scold giving him a scowl as you watch him straighten up on his seat. You’re currently in your studio, waiting for your clients to discuss what they want for the wedding.

“I can’t help it, it’s been too long since we last saw him” you nod agreeing, smacking his hands that continue to fiddle with everything he touches.

“Are you the ex?” you whisper-yell wincing as you feel your head throbbing. Hobi looks at you with concern before you shrug him off.

“Funny” you laugh as he rolls his eyes, freezing as the door inside your office opens. Revealing a beautiful woman, and a familiar figure following him. Way too familiar.

“Our couple! Future Mrs. Jeon?” Hobi greets her and nods, giving you both a genuine smile. You stand up from your seat, reaching out to shake her hand in which she excitedly accepts before extending your hand to the man beside her.

“Jungkook” you greet

“y/n” he reaches out for your hand, his warmth engulfing your whole body.

“You know each other?” she gushes

“She was a friend” Jungkook says a friend you nod in agreement. Sitting on the chair and preparing the papers you will need.

“That’s good then! You both can talk about the wedding for tomorrow no? I have to prepare for my dress-fitting and such.” You look at Hobi asking for help in which he understands, changing the subject.

“Let’s talk about that later, okay so here’s the initial plan we prepared for you both based on what we talked about yesterday . You can choose which you prefer, and you can also change anything, just tell us and we’ll continue from there.” they both nod, you can’t help but feel the burning glaze of Jungkook, you look at him, your eyes meeting each other as Hobi proceeds to explain everything.

It’s been so long since you last saw him, nothing changed. He still has the same doe eyes, lip ring, and that mole on his neck. Nothing changed except his heart. You look away, nodding at whatever Hobi’s saying, this is gonna be a long day.

-

“Well we’ll see you on your wedding day?” You tell Hana she nods giving you her bright smile, no wonder he fell in love with her. Her smile is contagious and she seems really kind. You’re happy for both of them.

“Yes! I’m trusting everything to you, for the rest of the plans you can meet up with my husband. I’m really sorry I won’t be there”

“Of course, and no it’s fine. Just rest before your wedding day”

“I’ll see you guys soon” she says excitedly giving you and Hobi a hug, Jungkook waving his hands to the both of you as they walk outside.

You sigh in relief, closing your eyes as you lean your head on the table. Feeling yourself getting drowsy.

“You okay?”

“Mmm just nauseous” 

“I still think you need to tell him the reason you know” you look up at Hobi, frowning at him.

“Doesn’t matter anymore, his wedding is in two days” You stand up kneeling in front of Hobi who has his head low.

“Still it’s unfair” you shake your head laughing lightly, he looks like a child right now 

“Some things are better left unsaid, I’m okay really. And I chose this path, remember?” you can’t help but feel your heart swells, it’s good to know that someone still cares about you.

“I have to talk to our techs, and be on the reception to check the updated stuff tomorrow” you bite your lip, that means it’s just going to be you and Jungkook tomorrow. “Will you be okay alone?”

“Of course! Just business, nothing personal". Clapping your hands feels like you're convincing yourself more than hobi, ruffling Hobi’s hair as you stand up checking the needed items for the wedding so you can present it to Jungkook tomorrow.

-

“And we have this voice message thing booth, where your guests can leave their wishes through this analog phone which is perfect for your wedding theme.” You’re currently at your office as you explain to Jungkook, he listens to you intently, watching in awe as you present him with all the details for his wedding.

“That’s beautiful, you’re good at this” you chuckle with his compliment shaking your head as you list a few things on the paper.

“Thank you, you convinced me to do it” you smile at the memory, you’ve always wanted a job like this, designing and organizing things. At first you were hesitant about it, but when you told Jungkook what you really wanted, he was there to support and encourage you all the way. He even helped you in naming your studio, suggesting Garam which means river. And with a river, you can’t touch the same water twice, it keeps flowing, reminding us that life is fleeting and we should value every second of it. Which by the way is connected with your job, helping every client to remember and enjoy their special day that will pass by eventually. 

“I’m glad you still continue” he states as you look at him in the eyes nodding. “I’m sorry”

“For what” you stand up, compiling all the papers as Jungkook watches you leave your seat.

“My fiance is a huge fan of yours, she really wanted you to be our coordinator” you stop at your tracks looking at Jungkook as you shrug.

“I’m thankful for that Kook, nothing to be sorry for” his heart skips a beat, the nickname you gave him to him before feels like a knife jabbing through his chest. He shouldn’t feel this way.

“I waited for you, you know” you take a deep breath, watching Jungkook make his way to where you are standing.

“I’m sorry” you tell him sincerely “I’m just glad you found what you deserve” he nods taking a step forward, reaching out as he puts his hands on your hips. Leaning your forehead to his.

“What are you doing?” you know this is wrong, but you didn’t fight back, feeling the familiar warmth pulse through your whole body. “We shouldn't” you whisper to his lips.

“We shouldn’t” he repeats before he’s pulling away from you. You watch him clear his throat nodding his head as he makes his way to the door. You didn’t dare to look at him turning your back away from him waiting for the sound of your door opening and closing.

You gasp as you feel your body getting spinned. Before you know it, Jungkook’s lips are on yours. Kissing each other like there’s no tomorrow, pulling away to catch your breath only to put your lips on his again. His lips taste like poison, it burns you. Your hands wander each other’s bodies, exploring and holding each other like there’s no tomorrow. Because there isn’t.

You find yourself on fours on the couch with Jungkook, moaning as you feel him lick your pussy, eating you out with no mercy. “F-fuck”

“Are you still on the pill?” he asks from behind you, you nod watching his dick slap his stomach. “Good”

You feel his length enter inside you, both of you moaning in unison as he penetrates your walls. You clench your jaw at the foreign feeling. It’s been so long since he’s been inside you, you forgot how big and long he is.

“So tight princess, relax” he soothes you by kissing your neck to your shoulders. Tracing your spine as you arch your back. He starts thrusting inside, holding on to your hips for leverage. He feels your walls tighten, as he hits the spot he has always known.

“P-please” you have no idea what you’re begging for, but Jungkook knows you. He pounds inside you leaning his body on yours as you feel his weight on your back, only adding to the pleasure.

“You close?” you cry in pleasure, Jungkook lifts your body as he sits up without pulling out of you, making you put all your weight on his chest.

“Spread your legs” you do as he says, spreading your legs as he continues to thrusts inside you, this position sending you into a frenzy. You can’t help but look down, watching your pussy swallow him deliciously. He growls as you bounce, meeting his hips to get you there.

“I’m cumming” your legs shake as Jungkook repeatedly hits your spot. Putting all your weight on him this time as he massages your breast with his left hand, the other rubbing your pussy. You feel his breath on your shoulder, tilting your head on the side to chase his lips. Your pussy clenches as you feel your orgasm, breathing heavily with Jungkook’s cock still inside you.

“Good girl” he praises, he lays your body on the couch, watching you in your pleasure state, before he’s spreading your legs again. Lining up his length to show you deep he’s gonna be inside you. He spread your remains on his dick, rubbing it before slapping his dick on your sensitive pussy.

You wince making him chuckle. “Take all of me yeah?”

He inserts his throbbing length inside you once again, but this time slower. And intimate. Watching your face turns into pleasure as he brushes the hair on your face with his fingers. He takes his time this time, thrusting inside you slowly, but harder.

You look at his face, rubbing your thumb on his eyebrow as it furrows. You don’t say anything to each other, just feeling each other’s warmth. He kisses your lips delicately, holding your body close to his. You put your arms on his shoulder to his back, nails scratching softly that will be there until tomorrow.

“Almost there” he whispers, you can’t help but bite his shoulder feeling yourself release again. He kisses your forehead, his thrust becoming erratic until he’s cumming inside you. You both quiver with pleasure.He didn’t pull out after that, laying on your body instead. His head on your shoulder as you both breathe heavily.

You gently run your fingers to his hair, you feel him sighs in contentment as you feel your tears flow on your cheek feeling the coldness of his ring on your skin. Even if Jungkook notices your tears, he doesn't say anything, only holding you tighter. You stay just like that, holding and feeling the warmth of each other. Because maybe you both know that this will be the last time you’ll see each other. You both know the consequences and you’ll both suffer from it. Greatly.

You both know this is goodbye.

It isn’t long before you're both putting your  clothes back on, without words. Before you’re clearing your throat. Shame and guilt both eating you alive already. 

“Let’s pretend this didn’t happen”

“Like how you pretended I didn’t propose to you that night?” he says sarcastically, you can feel the bitterness of his words. You stand frozen. Not knowing what to say. Getting a flashback of that night.

“Can you at least tell me the reason? I deserve that”

“It was for all of this, you know that.” the lie sits like a venom on your tongue

“Do you really expect me to believe that?” you’re now both facing each other. His eyes meet your glistening ones.

“I’m not telling you to accept that, but that’s the truth, nothing else.”

“You could’ve just told me you wanted this career so bad, I wouldn’t have made you choose. I would have supported you.” you can feel the pain lacing his voice, and you can’t help but let your tears run down your cheeks.

“I know” you sob, Jungkook wants to hold you, but he stops himself from doing so. 9 months and you’re both still a mess. Maybe this was the closure you needed, but not the closure he wanted. He thinks about all the things you could’ve been if you only told him the truth. He can’t help but be offended, you really thought he won’t support you with what you wanted? All those years together and yet you thought so little of him.

“I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You already did” he pauses, shaking his head, chuckling as he finds himself crying as well “The moment you started thinking I would stop you from chasing your dreams” he adds im sorry im sorry. You know no words will ever heal him from the pain you’ve caused. So you shut your mouth watching him leave before stopping to his tracks. Looking back at you one last time.

“Do you regret it? Leaving me?” he asks genuinely. Jungkook needs to hear it from you, so he can move on and stop living with the what if’s. He needs to hear it so he can wake up tomorrow without doubts about his future.

“No” you say without hesitating, staring at his eyes so you can deliver your point.

“Okay” he nods, shutting the door behind him as you fall down on your knees. Clutching your chest as you feel it aches.

“I’m sorry” the doctor looks at you with pity. You nod not knowing how to react.

“How long do I have?”

“12 months based on the size of tumor in your brain” you look at his eyes, hoping that he would be lying and this is a joke. But his eyes have no hint as such. “There’s a treatment but it’s not guaranteed you will live.” so it’s either you die slowly with the treatment or still die without it, except you’ll live shorter. Which is worse? 

You chuckle weakly, so many thoughts running in your mind, how could this be? Why does it have to be you? What will happen to those who you will leave behind?

Jungkook. If you tell him your illness, he would stay and be there for you. But you can’t let him witness you die slowly and suffer for the rest of his life. It will be too selfish for you to deny him the bright future he deserves. You can’t scar him and leave a painful permanent mark.

You’d rather him hate you than suffer loving you.

That night you and Jungkook were invited to a dinner party, and you were planning on breaking up with him for whatever reason you come up with. The guilt eating you alive as he intertwined his finger with yours. Constantly kissing your temples.

That same night, he was on his knees, asking for your hand around your family, friends and colleagues. You dreamt of this day, and you would have said yes if it weren’t for the news you received that morning. You remember the atmosphere that night, it was heavy. Too heavy that you feel like falling down to your knees. But most of all, you remember the confusion and pain written on Jungkook’s face that night, watching you shake your head and run away from the scene.

That very night, your father talks about the business you were starting. Slandering it so the attention won’t be with the failed proposal but your failure as his daughter who refused to take over the company. Your father did all that to save himself from embarrassment. That very night, you lost the remaining care your father had for you.

That night, you lost your bestfriend, your anchor, the love of your life.

That night, your world crumbled down into pieces.

You look around your office, tracing pictures of past events you had on the wall. You started this career because you wanted it, and you had Jungkook’s support. You still continue to do it because it gives you the comfort to plan for other’s future that you won’t have and experience in this lifetime.

-

“Don’t be nervous, just enjoy this moment.” you tell Hana, patting her on the shoulder as she nods. She’s the most beautiful bride you’ve ever met. The kindest too. She engulfs you into a hug and squeezes your body.

“Thank you for everything.” you can’t help but feel guilty, she trusted you. And you fucked his fiance the day before your wedding. And you know karma has bitten you in the ass once you're 6 ft underground.

“I’m sorry” you whisper sincerely, rubbing her back. As if she would know what you did. she gasps, pulling away from the hug before she’s pinching your sides.

“Everything is beautiful, what are you sorry for.” she giggles. Your conversation has died down when the door opens revealing Hobi in a suit.

“Ladies, we’re about to start” he announces, the bridesmaids stand up, shuffling to their feet as they get out of the room to prepare. “y/n, check on our groom one last time please” you gulp doing as he says. Hobi doesn’t know what happened between you and Jungkook yesterday, and you don’t want him to know. Not today, at least.  

“Let me fix that for you” you tell from the doorway, watching Jungkook jump in surprise as he tries to fix his tie.

“Please” you give each other a small smile, so many words left unsaid. And that’s for the better.

“I love her y/n.” He says suddenly, you stop fixing his tie for a moment, good before continuing your actions.

“I know, don’t worry I won’t tell. We’ll pretend it never happened.” you pat his shoulder, distancing from him.

“I really love her, she’s helped me get back up after everything. I will tell her about what happened last night, someday. I don’t want to lose her, I can’t.” you nod understandingly, knowing he’s telling the truth because he used to talk about you like that before.

“I’m happy for you Jungkook” you tell him honestly, this is what you’ve always wanted. At first, you thought you would feel jealousy and pain when you accepted this event. But now, you only feel happiness for the both of them, not even a small part of you feels bitter about this. Just genuine joy and pure contentment knowing Jungkook’s in good hands.

“Thank you.” You both sniff, laughing as you witness each other be a mess. Crying of joy this time.

“Jungkook you’re ruining your makeup”

“Stop making me cry then.”

“I will.”

- The huge doors open, revealing Jungkook waiting at the altar and for a moment you had a glance of the future that you could have had. You wait for the bride to get to the end of the hall before making your way to Hobi who’s busy ordering the staff.

“Hey”

“Hey, you look pale.”

“I’m sick, remember” you say matter-of-factly. Hobi only scowls at you. “Think you can handle everything else here?”

“Of course, is there something wrong?”

“Just tired” he observes your face, before nodding in understandment. Lately, you’ve been experiencing the symptoms, at first it was gradual but you feel it progress every day. One symptom at time, then all of it sometimes.

“You need help? I can drive you home” you smack his arm scolding him.

“They need an expert to stay here. Thank you Hobi” you both share your handshakes, giggling as you wave goodbye. Making one last stop before leaving, you find yourself in front of the voicemail booth. Picking up the phone with the label groom.

“Hey Kook, um, it’s me y/n” You take a deep breath, suddenly feeling awkward talking on the phone with no one on the other line.

“I just wanna say I’m happy that you found love because you’re a wonderful being, and you deserve nothing but happiness and more. I know you will be a great husband, and a loving father because I learned how to love unconditionally from you and I will always be grateful for that. You asked me before if I regret leaving you. Honestly, I don’t don’t regret any of it. I guess the only regret I have is making you wait longer when you could have had all of this sooner. Thank you for everything and I hope you can forgive me someday.”

Here’s to the future

[missakward123]

Can I get a kiss? (And can you make it last forever?)

Gojo Satoru x reader, kento nanami x reader, Sukuna x reader

Jjk men reacting to you asking for a kiss when they are inside you/ or eating you out.

Warnings: P in V, no protection (wrap it before you tap it guys), Oral (f recieving), edging, overstim, spitting, degradation kink

A/N: I was bored. Hope you liked it! I literally was just listening to the song when i got inspo!! this has been sitting in my drafts like foreverrrr. (Stealing and modification of work is prohibited.)

Gojo Satoru:

To be honest with his clingy ass the better question is when he does not want kisses? But the need is even more when he puts his inches inside you watching as you struggle to take him-his sweet girl. But it's you who asks first (for once) because you need him in a way if you don't you will die, sort of.

"Mmmm h-harder toru' " You moan as you finally adjust to his size.

"Harder? didn't you tell me to go easy this time?" He snickers as he starts thrusting- white hair messy with sweat resting on his forehead and blue eyes focused on you.

You moan in response, c'mon with a dick that big you let him have the last word sometimes.

"F-fvk that your best?" You say biting your lip. Over the years you have known Satoru riling him up is the best way to get what you wanted but in this case? - god you really love digging your own grave don't you?

Satoru narrows his eyes and puts your one leg over his shoulder.

Uh-oh.

There is nothing but the sound of skin slapping against one another, your pussy squelching so obscenely around him.

"Ya hear that doll?" He says whispering in your ear.

"So wet for me huh? it's almost like you wanna milk the life out of me." He says voice low and hoarse, god really has favourites.

As he pounds so filthily, obscenely and shamelessly into you, you can't help but stare at him- the strongest proving himself to you.

"Nggh w-want a kiss toru" You say, more moaning than speaking.

And what his girl wants, she gets.

He bends down to steal your lips in a feverish kiss.

So sweetly, so euphoric, so lovingly.... almost as if he wasn't rearranging your guts.

All you can hope is things last like this forever him being yours and you being his.

As he stares into your eyes and feels his dick harden again and falls in love again with you he promises himself to go with an actual date with you after the shibuya mission.

Kento Nanami:

Oh, he is the kind of guy who is the definition of focused. Before he met you, he was focused on his career (still is- gotta have money to spoil his girl, right?) and making sure he was not a problem to the Neighbours.......

Now, the Neighbours were SICK of you both and Nanami's favourite activity he did after coming home after a longgggg day of tiring work and his sweet wife all dolled up waiting for him.

"K-ken the neighbours are gonna c-complain-" You stutter trying to speak a proper sentence which Nanami makes hard to especially when his head is trapped between your plush thighs and arms holding your hip -he doesn't want you squirming or does he? especially the way he is eating you out? he isn't stopping till you cry (if you are lucky).

"Let them." He says, focused on you, his meal. You look at him- so -so pretty, you think.

"You think I am pretty?" He chuckles, oops did you say that out loud?

Now anyone would blush at the sight- you so shamelessly sprawled for him on the dining table (the very dining table you both entertain guests as they fawn over how lovely and suitable you are for each other), skirt hitched around your hips, mascara smudged- wait, weren't yall supposed to go on a date? -and Nanami still in his suit tie a bit loosened from his hobby he was indulging in at the moment.

You are lost in pleasure, your mind too dumb to think straight.

You grab at his strands as his tongue flicks out to tease your already swollen nub.

"C-can I come? Please please please please-" you say like a mantra feeling your orgasm dawn for the 4th- or was it 5th?

"Hmmm?" He says as if considering it- so mean.

"No let's try something else hmm?" He says smirking- on his knees like he won't do this again- but he will, and you would let him.

"C-can I get a kiss?" You say panting, eyes wide open staring at the love of your life.

"Of course, sweetheart." Nanami says smiling the facade he puts up when doing this cracking up a bit, as he catches your lips in a kiss- you could marry him again.

A bit.

He smacks your ass. "Now, darling you decide- do I let you come while you are on call with the guy who flirted with you earlier or........ I don't let you come at all?"

Uh oh.

Ryomen Sukuna:

Now, Sukuna is a menace, suprise suprise! A bit bratty and forget getting to come this curse man is not resting till you are going limp in his arms.

"Ah! I am s-so-sorry" You stutter trying to get words out of your mouth.

"S-so-sorry" He repeats in a mocking tone- so rude- and he enters into you- again- "What, brat? Can't get the words out?" He says in a concerned tone.

Oh, he is FAR from concerned if anything it's as if he is well intent on breaking you.

"P-please don't tease-" You try to say. Heavy implication on 'try' because as you open your mouths and barely get the words out, he is spitting on your clit drawing harsh circles on your bud.

He laughs as he watches you gasp and moan at his actions. "Knew you were nothing but a slvt- just hungry for some cvck huh? that's why you were being so rude earlier?" He whispers in your ear- words slowing down as his actions speed up- as he increases his thrusts so unforgivingly.

"K-kuna?" You say to him voice whiny and so high pitch- he would probably laugh it he wasn't as pent as you and with the way you were clenching around him....

"W-want a kiss" You ask- no demand lips puckering up and Sukuna chuckles before capturing your lips in a feverish kiss.

And he watches as you smile and moan into his mouth too smitten with you.

It was you after all.

Your breath hitches and fingers dig into his back- a tell-tale sign you were going to come which- "Come for me hmm?" He whispers voice all low and seductive.

And you do.

A/N: Hope you liked it! I am NOT very good at writing it for several characters at once.......but I tried my best- please provide feedback!

I was gonna write for others too but y'know it wasnt coming off nicely these are the only ones which vibed :P

[a-aexotic]

SINCE YALL LOVED THE JJ X READER X RAFE, im writing a part 2 💞💞. thank u so much for the support, i love u all<3

taglist: @eli-yeah @hallecarey1 @midnightsgetawaycar @vigilanteshitposting (if you wanted to be added to my taglist, check out my google forms in my navi!) here are all the people who requested a part 2! @gillybear17 @capnsoyboy @honeysavanna-blog @desssxo-blog

cw’s: angst (to fluff ofc), crying, drinking, ooc camerons, lmk if i missed anything

You'd stopped hanging with the Pogues for a few weeks and John B had just thought it was just a phase. You'd always get tired of them every once in a while and would try to find other friends but you'd always come back. That was until Kie had informed him that your new friends were the self renowned Kings of OBX; Rafe Cameron, Topper Thornton, and Kelce, that was when he got concerned.

You got home late again and you tried to sneak in by your window again so Big John doesn't catch you. And when you got in, John B was sitting on your bed, waiting for you.

A confused expression contorted on your face as you looked at your older brother. "Hey?"

"You've been hanging out with Rafe and Topper?" He got to the point immediately and you were taken aback. You weren't concerned as you took off your shoes, rolling your eyes.

"I have, is that a problem?" You countered as John B sat up, getting up to face you.

"You know it is, Y/N." John B whispered. "I don't know what's been up with you lately, all your snarky comments and shit but I cross the line at you hanging out with those assholes."

"Snarky comments? John B, you're becoming dad." You couldn't help but laugh but John B didn't find it as amusing as you. "They're nice once you get to know them."

John B sighed, running his hands through his hair, stressed. "You think you've found new friends?"

"Yes, John B. Don't get all jealous on me, you're still my best-"

"You really think they want to be friends with you?" John B didn't mean it like that but you suddenly furrowed your eyebrows. "Wait-"

"What's that supposed to be mean?"

"Look, they're rich assholes and what do you think they realistically want from you? They obviously want to piss me or JJ off so they got to you-"

You scoffed at him, getting heated. How self-centered can someone be? "Oh, so you're saying no one would be friends with me for me? That obviously they want to be friends with me so they can get to you! Wow, okay-"

"That's not what I meant, Y/N."

"That's how it sounded, John B."

There was silence as you both looked at each other, hurt in your eyes and regret in John B's. His intentions were pure, you knew that but you couldn't help but think that John B truly thought this way. He saw you as a little baby who needed to be babysat and he needed to protect.

You're older now. You don't need John B or his friends anymore, you had Rafe. You didn't wanna be naive but it felt like he truly cared; old inside jokes, friendly smiles and tight embraces were the new norm for you two. He made you feel important, something that the Pogues had never made you feel.

Yeah, he is an asshole; but at least he cared for you.

"That hurts, John B." You whispered, feeling your eyes water. You didn't want to cry, that was pathetic. You walked away to your vanity, taking off your earrings as John B watched.

"Y/N-"

"Did you even care about how I was feeling when I blew you and the Pogues off? Did you even notice?" You suddenly asked, not facing John B as you looked at the mirror instead.

"I... Yes, of course we did. We just wanted to give you time." John B said. It was the truth, that was how he felt. But he didn't know how the others felt; they obviously cared about you but maybe not to the extent of how he did.

There was silence again. "John B, I'm going to bed. Can you get out?"

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean it like that, you know that."

"Do I?"

Before he could respond, you sniffed and looked away from his eyes as the tears started to fall. "I'm gonna get dressed, get out. Please."

He wanted to stay; hug you, comfort you. But that wouldn't do anything, he knew his words were permanent, there was no taking it back. He nodded and walked out of your room and you immediately locked the door after him.

You walked to your bed and collapsed dramatically, hugging your pillow and let the tears fall. All your worst fears had come true; they really did think that you were just some anti-social baby who needed to be taken care of.

You hadn't thought of JJ in weeks and now, he plagued your head. You missed him, too. You were embarrassed, did he truly only think of you as John B's little sister?

-

"What the fuck?" JJ shouted as John B explained the situation. The Y/N he knew wouldn't go fucking around with the Kooks, so what happened? "Why would she hang out with Rafe?"

"I'm not sure, it doesn't seem like her. I'm worried about her, she's probably getting brainwashed by them.'' Kie muttered as she sat on the couch. She was genuinely concerned; she didn't want you to become like Sarah, she wanted her best friend back.

John B was quiet as JJ and Kie discussed the situation at hand. He was confused, you'd never mentioned even talking to Rafe or Topper. They seemed like the kids who bullied you at the Kook Academy, so why were you associating with them now?

"I know it's that fucker, Rafe. He probably drugged her or some shit, he's like a sociopath who wants to use her as a weapon against us." JJ was pacing on the porch as Kie sighed. JJ was also worried, this was nothing like you. He was worried about you the moment you stopped hanging out with them but he just brushed it off like John B.

"He probably likes her." Kie stated as the two boys had looked at her, eyes widened. They hadn't even thought of that.

"Is he even capable of liking someone?" JJ sputtered, anxiously staring at Kie.

John B got up and started walking to the car, seeing red. If Rafe had even thought about touching you in any way, he'd rip him apart. You were always shy around guys and he knew that Rafe would use that against you. He didn't want to assume but Rafe was surely going to do something that made you uncomfortable.

Kie and JJ followed him. "The fuck are you doing?"

"Getting Y/N, by force if she doesn't want to."

Kie grabbed him firmly as turned him around. "Are you stupid? You're going to push her farther away. That's why she's with the Kooks right now, because you smuggle her like a little kid. You're literally a helicopter parent."

"I disagree, Kie. Personally I'm going to go over to that fucker's house and I'll punch in the mouth for taking Y/N-"

"JJ, stop. She's not a baby!" Kie shouted. "You two are driving her away. She just needs time, okay? If she needs help she'll call us."

John B had taken a few breathes and looked away from the Pogues, weighing his options. He decided Kie was right and nodded slowly, walking away back to his porch.

"I knew something was wrong the moment Y/N didn't go on that fishing trip a few weeks ago. I told you Kie, remember?" JJ recalled as Kie nodded, walking back towards John B. "And when she blew us off on Pope's birthday, and when-"

"We get it, you're the Y/N whisperer." Kie responded as she took seat on the chair, JJ taking a seat next to John B. "I just miss her."

"Me too." John B muttered.

JJ was quiet for a second. He remembered the past few weeks and they just weren't the same without you. Your amusing remarks, warm hugs and your eyes against the sun on the boat. He missed you more than anything.

-

You walked into the Cameron's estate, Topper and Rafe trailing behind you. You and Sarah made up a few nights ago and now, you essentially spent the entire day with her or Rafe. It was the most fun you'd had in months.

Sarah ran down the stairs and squealed when she saw you, embracing you tightly. "I missed you!"

"It's been like two hours, chill out." Rafe quipped, annoyed as Sarah flipped him off as she let you go.

"Shut up, you're just jealous."

"Of what?" He looked at Sarah up and down in an disgusted manner as you and Top laughed.

"That Y/N loves me more than you."

"Oh really?" Rafe looked over at you, a grin on his mouth as you smiled back. "Is that so, Y/N?"

"Yes, of course. I love Sarah more than anyone."

"Mhm." he responded, disbelief in his eyes as Sarah grabbed your hand, smiling in victory. You both looked at each other and he felt his heart jump at your sweet smile.

"Okay, guys. It's getting late, let's get going." Topper announced as they all nodded, walking out of the house. There was a bone-yard party tonight and you were all going together.

You were silently praying that the Pogues were going to blow it off and go to the Chateau instead, but that was unlikely.

As you arrived, the smell of smoke engulfed you and you resisted the urge to cough. The sun was setting and it was getting cooler, the salty ocean breeze running through your hair. You missed these parties, you hadn't been to one since the summer had begun.

Your gaze moved to the crowds, subconsciously trying to see if the Pogues had made it out to the party. You were nervous to see them, you hadn't even talked to them in a couple weeks. You heard some footsteps and you smelled the faint scent of his cologne.

Rafe stood next to you. "You okay?"

You turned to Rafe, looking up to his dreamy blue eyes. You smiled at his concern as you shook your head, "I'm fine, thanks for asking. Just nervous."

"If they hassle you, I'll be there quick, okay?"

You laughed at his care. "I'll be fine, don't worry."

You heard Sarah come up to you and grab your hand, your gaze still on Rafe, his grin evident.

"Let's go get some drinks. I need some ASAP." Sarah grabbed your hand and started walking away.

"Be careful!" Rafe shouted as you guys walked away.

You and Sarah walked to the kegger, getting a cup and filling it to the brim with beer. "I'm not excited for tomorrow's hangover."

"Let's not think about tomorrow, just tonight and how much fun we're going to have."

You laughed at Sarah words and she took a drink of her cup, smiling. You also took a drink, the bitter taste flooded your taste buds. You will never get used to the bitter taste of beer.

Kie and Pope watched from afar, disappointment apparent in their expression. They were sitting on piece of wood, beers in hand. Kie felt betrayed as she watched you dance with Sarah, having fun. She wasn't even mad; she was disappointed.

"Looks like the Kooks have officially seized Y/N away from us." Pope declared as Kie nodded, taking a sip of her beer from the red cup.

Sarah put her hands on your shoulders, swinging you two in a slow dance as you giggled at her antics. The sun was set and the boneyard energy was finally at its height; the cool ocean breeze, the smoke from the fire, the faint music, the mutter from people all across the island.

Your gaze moved from Sarah to behind her: Rafe was sitting with Top and Kelce, laughing. A smile invaded your face and Sarah turned around and then back at you, a smirk on her lips.

"So what's up with you and Rafe?"

Your face felt warm once you turned your gaze back at Sarah. "Um, what do you mean?"

"Do you think I don't see those little looks and smiles? Especially the hugs, it looks like he doesn't wanna let go of you." Sarah noted as you blushed bashfully, looking away. "He doesn't hug anyone that way, so what's up?"

"Nothing, we're just getting closer."

"Okay, Y/N." The smirk was on still apparent on her face. "Whatever you say."

It was the truth, sure, he made you feel like few others have made you feel, but it was just nothing. That was it, for now at least.

You heard footsteps behind you and you saw Sarah's face morph into an annoyed one. She let go of you as you turned back to see JJ.

You were startled. You hadn't seen him in weeks and it seemed like all the feelings you tried so hard to get rid of, came back as soon as you locked eyes with JJ. His soft gaze and worried expression made your heart sink to your stomach.

"Hey." He said quietly, no exact emotion in his tone. "C-can we talk?"

You looked back at Sarah and she gave you a small nod. "Sure."

You and JJ walked away from the crowd, walking along the shore of the beach. It was quiet for a second before JJ spoke up. "Why'd you leave us?"

His tone was evident now. It seemed hurt and that was something you rarely heard - especially when it was directed to you. You moved your gaze to anywhere but JJ, trying to think of an explanation.

You licked your lips before looking at JJ. He didn't look at you either, wanting to gaze at the sand below instead. "I felt like... like I was just John B's sister." That was partly the truth - you couldn't admit the other half.

"Just John B's sister?" JJ repeated. Again, there was silence before JJ spoke up again. "You're our best friend, too. Our little sister we love and want to... protect."

"I don't feel like it, sometimes." You admitted. JJ's heart broke at your statement. He's known you his whole life and he's always wanted to make sure you fit in. He felt bad now because you didn't feel it.

He stopped and grabbed your arm, so you could turn and look up at him. "I'm sorry, if I ever made you feel unwanted. You are wanted, it's not the same without you and our little jokes. No one does it like you, Y/N."

You felt yourself tear up at the statement. That was all you wanted to hear all month - that you were wanted. Not only wanted to hear, but feel. JJ's gaze felt warm against your face as you locked eyes. His blue eyes melted into yours and your heart sped up.

His hand slowly went down your arm, leaving goosebumps as he went down to your hand. He pulled you closer and you held eye contact. His gaze moved to your lips and then up at your eyes again.

As he leaned in, he heard a familiar voice behind them. "Y/N."

You both turned to see Rafe and Sarah, watching you both. His jaw was clenched as he surveyed the scene in front of him.

Oh no, you thought to yourself as JJ let go of your hand.

[unformula1]

in that kind of way (ft. AA23, LS2, OP81 & LN4)

in that kind of way (ft. AA23, LS2, OP81 & LN4)

valentines day series - valentines’ day countdown: D-DAY!!

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synopsis: you talk to a bunch of people about your single-ness.

You sit next to Logan in his driver's room. It’s been a few minutes since you self-invited yourself into his room and laid on the floor, staring at the ceiling.

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pairing: -

featured: alex albon (740 words), logan sargeant (531 words), oscar piastri (468 words) & lando norris (630 words)

word count: 2369 (wow that's long)

a/n: no relationships in here just buncha amazing friends!! also ft. my 4 fav drivers vroom vroom. if yall want a part 2 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

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“Hi!” He says with a smile, even though you know it’s 8pm and he is on the verge of just falling on the ground and sleeping.

“Alex!” You cheer and invite him in, letting him sit on the couch.

He takes a seat and leans back, but keeping his posture well like a gentleman would. He’s such a gentleman. You sit down next to him throwing your feet onto the couch and crossing your legs, turning to face Alex while hugging a pillow.

“You know what day is coming up?” You ask him.

Alex thinks for a while, “Don’t… know.”

“Valentines Day.” You say.

“Oh! Yea.” He replies, “What about it? You got someone this year?”

“Haha.” You deadpan, “That’s the problem.”

“You… don’t have someone?” Alex connects the dots.

“Mhm, and I know you don’t relate but being this single is painfully tiring.” You tell him, letting out a loud groan as you say it.

“It is?” Alex asks.

“Yes. Very much so.” You tell him, putting on a sarcastic smile.

“Well I don’t think there’s much I can do to help-”

You interject, “I’m just gonna vent, so-” You do some weird motions with your hands, “If you wanna leave do it now.”

He purses his lips and nods, “Go ahead.”

“This is why I chose you!” You let out a thankful sounding sigh.

You take a deep breath, “Seeing couples out on the street being such adorable lovebirds and having the most perfect romance is going to send me jumping off a cliff one day; I am resisting the strong urge to throw rocks at them when I see them.”

“Wait- You’ve thought about throwing rocks at couples?” Alex asks, his face looking slightly shocked.

You nod in response.

“Couples like me and Lily?”

“Oh- No…no…” You shake your head and hold up your hands, “Not you two, you two are the exception.”

Alex chuckles and nods his head, “Okay.”

“Anyways! It’s starting to get to my head because what if I stay single for life and I’m stuck being this sad and lonely person who just takes care of cats all the time!”

“Sounds like a pretty good life.” Alex comments, shrugging as he does so.

“Okay- it kinda does but my point is I don’t want to be single for life!”

“You’re not going to be single for life.” Alex assures, patting your shoulder.

“How would you know?” You shove a finger into his chest.

He grabs ahold of your hand, patting it and reassuring you, “Because you’re an amazing person and there is 100% someone out there for you, you just haven’t found them yet.”

“Mhm and what if there isn’t anyone for me and I’m just destined to be single?” You question, throwing yourself into the backrest of the couch, hugging a pillow a bit too tightly.

“Highly doubt that.” Alex says.

You shove your head into a pillow and scream before looking back up.

“There’s definitely one person out there for you.” Alex says, patting your shoulder.

You pout, “Definitely?”

“Mhm.” 

“Doubt that!” You say kicking your feet out.

“I think you deserve someone so perfect and someone that is absolutely gorgeous. Trust me. You deserve the world from your perfect love. Just wait.”

A slight smile forms on your face.

“Thanks Alex.”

He pats your shoulder and pulls you in for a tight hug. You hug him back. 

“This usually ends up with me in tears but I guess not this time.” You say while hugging him.

“Oh really? Who have you been consulting?” He asks you.

“Logan.”

“I would think Logan would be pretty good at this?” Alex asks

“Yes. He is, the tears are happy.”

“So you’re calling me… bad at listening.” 

“No! Stop twisting my words, you’re good in your own way!”

He lets out a gasp and you playfully punch his shoulder.

Maybe you were destined to be single, you would never know. You probably might take a while to find someone but at least you had people to make it less tortuous.

You think Alex is pretty cute.

Not in an 'i love you' kind of way.

But in the way which would let you could cling onto him forever

In a way which would make you feel like you could sit by him forever and nothing would change about your friendship with him.

Like a stuffed animal kind of way.

In that kind of way.

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You sit next to Logan in his driver's room. It’s been a few minutes since you self-invited yourself into his room and laid on the floor, staring at the ceiling. You laid out on the floor, like a starfish and stared into the white ceiling. Logan sat on the cushioned bench with his hands on his lap. He tapped his foot while you laid there, motionless.

“Are you alive?” Logan asked.

You replied with a noise you didn’t know you were capable of making.

“I’m so lonely, UGH.” You kicked up your feet and punched the ground.

“Don’t do that. You might hurt yourself.” Logan says, shifting himself to sit on the floor next to you.

You lazily roll over to get closer to where Logan was sitting. 

A smile forms on your face as you chuckle, “You’re too nice.”

He smiles too, and his smile is like a cat, “Thanks.”

You cover your face with your hands and let out a loud groan before rubbing the temples of your forehead.

“This is too much for me to handle. I’m running on hopes and prayers.” You complain again, slamming your fist into the floor and kicking your feet up and down like a child.

“I’m serious, stop doing that or I’ll tie your hands to your body.” Logan says, sounding dead serious.

You let out a laugh, “Too nice, as usual.”

“What would you suggest I do?... For this Valentine’s Day?” You ask him, turning your head finally to look at him.

“What would you usually do?” 

“Throw rocks at couples or cry in bed.” You deadpan.

Logan covers his mouth to hold back a laugh.

“Rude-” You feign offence as you sit up.

“Sorry. That’s just pretty funny.” 

“My suffering is funny.” You nonchalantly reply.

“No! 100% not!” Logan quickly responded.

“Okay! Then what should I do?” 

“Go out with friends?” Logan suggests.

“Friends?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yea, sometimes friends mean a lot too. They can be super helpful when it comes to managing your feelings, you know?” Logan does those weird hand motions with his hand as he speaks.

“Mhm.”

“Like for me, personally, I would rather have an amazing and sweet little friendship than a million romantic loves.” He shrugs.

You make an unintelligible noise; it sounds like a laugh but you would never laugh at Logan…ever.

“Seriously!” Logan says, a chuckle escaping, “Sometimes friends can be so great!”

“Friends like you.” You say, cheekily smiling.

“Awww, you’re too sweet.” Logan says, touching his heart.

“You’re really sweet. Like a little cat.” You smile and point to him.

“I would say Oscar’s more of a cat, but that’s cool.” Logan replies.

“Fair.”

Logan had a pretty great point, your friends meant a lot to you and they were one hell of a group of people to be around, you wouldn’t trade them for the world, like ever. 

Logan made your heart warm.

Not in the way which would make you fall in love with him.

In a way which would let you feel at home with him, wherever, whenever.

In a way which you knew he would always be there for you.

In that kind of way.

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You see Oscar sitting down on a chair, scrolling through his phone and tapping his feet, humming a simple melody. He looks like he’s in a peaceful state, which means you have to disrupt it, of course.

“I don’t understand how you do it.” You say, sliding into the chair opposite him.

“Do what?” Oscar raises an eyebrow, placing down his phone and looking at you.

“Get laid.” You were pretty straightforward.

“Woah.” Oscar said, raising his hands up, “Slow down there.”

“I’m being genuine. How does it even work?” Your hands support your chin as you lean closer to Oscar.

“Be nice?” Oscar says, “Don’t be a dick.”

“So… not my thing then?”

“Well you’ll find someone that suits you.” Oscar shrugs.

“You sure???” You lean closer into Oscar, who doesn’t bother shifting away from you. 

“Yes. Very sure.” He says, unfazed by your unpredictable next action as you scan his face, looking him up and down.

You fall back into your chair, “Right.”

“And if it all fails, you still have your friends.” He adds.

“Friends.” You chuckle.

“Excuse me?” Oscar says, faking an offended look.

“What friends?” You laugh harder at your own joke.

“Excuse me? What am I? A roach??” Oscar says, doing a fake eye roll while he’s at it.

“You’re more like a dad!” You compliment, or at least you think you compliment.

“Was that supposed to be a compliment?” Oscar asks you.

“Yes. Did it sound rude?” 

“Kinda.”

“Well rest assured, it’s a compliment. I’m calling you wise.”

“And old.”

“Pick your poison.” You scoff, leaning back, almost falling off.

Your chair tilting back a bit too much causes your life to flash before your eyes as you let out a shriek, pulling the chair back. This sends Oscar into laughs and giggles. 

“What a douchebag. Laughing at me almost dying.” You give him a dissatisfied look.

“You’re like Lando. A small child.” Oscar remarks.

“I agree with both of your points.”

Before Oscar can say anything his phone rings and it’s Lily. He looks at the contact name then back up at you.

“You should pick that up, I’ll b on my way!” You point to his phone, which is still ringing and vibrating.

“I’ll see you around.” He says, picking up the phone.

You swiftly get up, wave goodbye to Oscar and run off.

Oscar’s pretty sweet. You like that. He’s someone you can always talk to and you love that.

He’s not sweet like a way which would make you want to be his Valentine’s.

But in the kind of way which you would probably be fine with him seeing you cry.

In the kind of way you wouldn’t hesitate calling him at 3am if he needed you, or if you needed him

In that kind of way.

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“LANDO!” You shout from the level above him.

He spins his head in different directions before finding you and giving you a big wave. He then gestures for you to come down and join him. 

“COMING!” You shout before sprinting for the stairs.

You run down the stairs and toward Lando. You pick up speed as you close in on Lando.

“Wait no I’m not read-” Lando tries to warn you but it’s too late.

You lunge yourself at him and crash into him, he fails to catch you and falls backward. You land on top of Lando, both of you laughing.

“Jeez. One way to say hi.” Lando smirks.

You get off Lando and help him up. He gets back on his two feet and does a weird back cracking thing.

“Old.” You say which gets you a gasp and a shocked look from Lando.

“Well now we’re not friends anymore.” He says and does a sassy little hair flip. 

“So be it!” You say back.

“Kiss me already.” He says, raising his eyebrow and scoffs.

“At least take me out to dinner first.” You reply, leaning on one leg and returning him the raised eyebrow.

“Can’t do that if you don’t confess first.” Lando says back.

“Touche.” You pout your lips and pat his shoulder.

“So, what brings you around?” Lando says, smouldering slightly before posing as if there’s a camera somewhere, “A perfect man like me?”

“Out of all the people I’ve approached, you’re the furthest from perfect.”

“Lies. Slander.” He shakes his head and punches your shoulder.

“Are you sad you don’t have a valentine this year?” You ask him.

“I have the car.”

“Doesn’t count.”

“Does count.”

“Does not.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

“I disagree.”

“Well I disagree with your disagreement.”

Lando lets out a hmph before crossing his arms and looking away from you.

“If you’re lonely you can just say so… I am too.” You tell him, giving him a little bit of sass.

“I have plenty of choices.”

“Like?”

“Don’t question me.”

You chuckle and pull Lando in for a hug. You don’t know why, it just came over you in the moment and it felt necessary. Lando mattered a lot to you.

“Okay. So if you’re lonely, I have evidence now.” Lando insults but he still hugs you back, and even tighter than your hug. 

You almost struggle to breathe at one point before he releases your hug.

You dramatically pant and take deep breaths, to which Lando gives you a glare.

“Even if your love language is physical touch, that was both too physical and too touchy.” You say in between over dramatised breaths.

“Can’t help it. You’re too huggable.” Lando shrugs and looks at with innocent eyes, like a child.

“Right… Go unleash your hugging energy on Oscar or something.” 

“You dislike my hugs?” Lando’s jaw drops.

“No- Did not say that.” You cross your arms.

“YES YOU DID!” Lando says, giving you that look as if he’s about to break out in tears.

“DID NOT.” You argue back.

“Prove it!” He says, crossing his arms and pouting at you.

“Or what?” You taunt.

“I’ll cry.” Lando says, looking at you like a child who just got told ‘no’ to ice cream.

“No you won’t.”

“Yes I will.”

“Won’t.”

He looks at you with those large doe eyes. 

He’s not actually going to cry right?

Right?

“Asshole.” You say before hugging him. 

He smiles and lets out a little cheer before hugging you back and squeezing you tighter.

You love Lando.

Not in a romantic way.

In a way where you would probably jump in front of a bullet for him.

In a way where you wouldn’t be afraid to hug him in public

In that kind of way.

[aziraphales-library]

hi yall !! i really appreciate how much youve done here, its been so helpful to someone like me who's new to ao3 :D

i wanted to ask if you know of any fics that involves supreme archangel aziraphale after the ending of s2? or anything similar, where aziraphale is some sort of higher power and does alot in heaven

it doesnt have to be after s2, i just like the idea of tired n serious aziraphale who's busy with heavenly duties :)

tysm !! i love you all <3

Hello and welcome! Here are some supreme archangel Aziraphale fics...

We've Got Problems, Memory Problems by davethefish (T)

Aziraphale is Supreme Archangel, tasked with bringing forth the Second Coming. But he keeps thinking about Crowley, until he doesn't. Crowley is stuck on Earth with nothing to do. That is, until he's ripped from Earth into some other place. Work takes place after Season 2 Episode 6, spoilers ahead.

When the Weeping Angel Smiled by Celestially_Being_God (G)

As he went up to Heaven in the elevator, one thing was for sure: things needed to change. And he knew how. A smile planted on his lips as had already orchestrated the first part of his plan, one that no one, not even Metatron, would see coming. All he had to do was play a facade for the angels. Then, he could return to his true home. If he played his cards right, it wouldn't take too long. And hopefully, Crowley would understand his intentions.

The Injury Of Finally Knowing You by unpack_my_heart_with_words (T)

Once in heaven, the angels do what they always do— a kindness. The only blessing is that without his memories, Aziraphale has no idea what he has lost. It will end, as it began, in a garden.

Good Omens: Revelations by Andimyon (M)

After returning to Heaven, newly appointed supreme archangel Aziraphale has to face new and terrible challenges, which he can't solve alone.Will he be able to pay the price to save the world? Can he get help in time, or do the wounds he caused run too deep? Once again, everyone's fate is in their hands...

Re-Canonized by Snarky_Synesthete (T)

Aziraphale remembers who his heart was made for, long before The Beginning...but if that secret is revealed, it will only cause more pain. Hiding his longing and fear from Crowley throughout the ages leaves him desperate for a way to protect them both, once and for all. Saying yes to The Metatron's offer, however, causes some unintended consequences. Now Aziraphale has to figure out how to both protect Crowley as well as earn back the demon's trust.

No Light, No Light by PolarisVega (T)

-- SPOILERS. Please watch season 2 first! -- Aziraphale left his life on Earth behind to take the job as the new Supreme Archangel of Heaven. Delighted to be welcomed back and to have finally earned the respect of Heaven, Aziraphale is doing as much Good as he can from the inside. But when Heaven's plans for the second coming of the Apocalypse are revealed. The consequences of his choices, past and present, are greater than he ever imagined. Can’t wait for season 3? Me neither! This is my version of what could be. Please enjoy! The story is now complete.

- Mod D

[rriks]

TutorJay! headcanons

gener:fluff fluff fluff

warning:not proofread!

Lori's note: I'm so soo tired but I still need to study gah🙁 Btw I hope yall like this one too:)

𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒖𝒕!⬎

TutorJay! who you go to the same math class with and offered to help you.

TutorJay! who invited you to his house for the study session.

TutorJay! who started to explain the math problem and when you were concentrating on the question couldn't take his eyes off of you.

,,You look so beautiful while thinking.." he told you accidentally. You looked at him in shock while your face started to blush. He found you super cute again but he just cleared his throat and started to teach you again.

TutorJay! who couldn't help the urge to peck your cheeks.

TutorJay! who told you his feelings after the little kiss on your cheek.

,,I'm sorry if this is too much right now but I just can't help it...I really like you y/n. When I first got my eyes on you I felt like I'm looking at an angel. You're super cute and-" You cut him off with a kiss on the lips. ,,I really like you too Jay.. I really do" You said. ,,Wait, really?!" Jay became shocked and shy. ,,Yes Jay. Really." ,,Then after this wanna go on a date?" He asked nervously waiting for the answer. ,,Yes of course!!" You said hugging him.

TutorJay! who now isn't just your turor but boyfriend too.

Lori's note2:Help i dont really like this😭😭😭 But im too tired to write another one so I hope yall like it:)

[insect-library]

Little Angel☆

Chapter 2!

Little!angel x cg!husk

Notes: sorry its taken a bit, ive been a little unmotivated butttt i got this donnneeee. Anyways tell me if yall notice anything i messed up with here lolll

Word count: around 500?? Its shorter bc i was tired loll

Itd been around a week since angel had his mini breakdown, and talked to husk about agere. He hadnt fully endulged in the habit yet, only occasionally letting himself regress to calm down. He did truly want to try it as a full thing, but didnt know how to start. He started to think about this right as he walked into work, finding val and his coworkers looking at him.

"Where the fuck have you been?!"

Valentino yelled, he was definitely already pissed off. And angel probably just made it so much worse.

"I got stopped on my way here! Some asshole wanted a picture."

Angel was lying through his teeth, and hoping val couldnt tell, though he knew it wouldnt matter.

Val yelled until they were already late to start filming, and the work night went on as usual. Which just happened to be horribly.

Angel finally got to go home, tired and stressed. He decided this was the time to start this age regression thing seriously, and see if it helped at all when done on purpose.

"Im homee!" Angel yelled, knowing nobody was up. It was late, and they all most likely had work waiting for them in the morning.

"Angel?"

Husk walked slowly and sleepily out of his room, into the main front room of the hotel.

"Oh.. uh.. i didnt know youd be up."

Angel was caught off guard by him, but not upset. He needed him anyways.

"Hey uh.. husk. Would you do me a favor?"

Angel was nervous, but this was needed.

"Yknow that regression thing ya talked about? Could you.. help me get into that a bit more?" Angel sat for a second, shaking out of anxiety

"Of course you dont have to if you-"

"I wouldnt mind it."

Husk interrupted what he knew would spiral into apologies for no good reason, he was eager to help, he didnt need convincing.

Angel sat confused for a second, he didnt know what to expect but it sure wasnt such a quick answer.

"Urh uh.. okay! We could uhh.. hang out. And play.. with my stuffies.."

Angel was trying his best to get his words out without stuttering or shaking too horribly.

After getting into angels room, he headed straight to his pile of stuffed animals and immediately calmed down. He felt his anxiety leave for a minute, a calming, amazing feeling that he was only just now getting used to. He tried to get words out about his stuffies and their names to husk, but all that came out was happy laughter and little squeals.

Husk was shocked to see him like this, not in a bad way, he loved seeing angel so happy. It gave him comfort knowing angel had a way to decompress when it was needed.

Angel didnt see any problems in this moment. All he saw was his closest friend and his wonderful stuffies, he knew he was safe and he could open up. He finally gave up his doubt about his regression, and knew he was safe.

[ghost-luvs]

jtk x reader.. the squeekle (chapter 1)

yall this is a part 2 to a rlly shitty (on purpose) fanfic i made on wattpad earlier this year.. this is honestly pure crack and shouldn't be read

As Jeff and (Y/n) got done doing whatever at (Y/n)’s now dead mothers house they decided to just walk back to the mansion. The pair walked back in a comfortable silence, but in that silence (Y/n) was thinking about everything, about how her life is totally different now. Instead of living with her bitch of a mother she would be living at the mansion with Jeff and the others. Occupied with all her thinking (Y/n) didn't even realize how quickly they had gotten to the mansion, before going inside she asked Jeff something. “Are there any rules that you should probably tell me about before we go inside?” (Y/n) asked, not wanting to accidentally anger anyone in her new home. “There's only really one, and it’s just a mandatory at least one shower a day rule that Slender had to make” Jeff said. (Y/n) accepted the rule, it does make sense after all, then grabbed Jeff's hand before walking in.

When they walked into the mansion it was surprisingly peaceful, until they were greeted by Ben. “The chick actually killed someone?” Ben asked, motioning towards (Y/n). “Yea, and it was a good kill too.” Jeff responded. “Well now that you're done training her and shit and she's allowed to stay here, wanna hang out. You've been hanging out with her hella long. Plus it could give her time to hang out with the other girls.” Ben said, clearly bored out of his mind cause no one else wants to hang out with him. “W-WHAT?!?! I'm not like other girls, you can't expect me to hang out with them.” (Y/n) screeched, clearly insulted that he even had that idea. “Why not though, you’re all chicks can't you guys talk about your periods or something?” Ben said, clearly not seeing the problem. “Ben we can hang out after i take her to the Slenders office, he probably has to go over some things with her anyway.” Jeff said, not wanting his precious (Y/n) to get into a fight with Ben. Jeff had walked (Y/n) to Slenders office. “You may be in here for a while since you are new here.” Jeff told (Y/n) in a reassuring tone, then he walked away to go find Ben. (Y/n) walked into Slenders office, to see him drinking from a mug that had ‘Worlds Best Dad’ printed on it in an impact font, Slender then threw the mug into the wall as no one in the mansion was meant to see it. “(Y/n), i've been waiting for you to come to my office, just sit down and i'll tell you everything you need to know,” Slender said telepathically. As (Y/n) sat down Slender got another mug, this time it was just a plain white mug, (Y/n) thought about asking about the first mug but decided against it. “If you havent found out already the mansion is a living sentient being named Emo Hooty. It usually makes rooms for new members, however it has decided to not make you a room for undisclosed reasons. While you’re staying here you must take at least one shower a day or else you will be thrown into the fourth level of the basement for at least 6 hours. There are multiple forms of punishment, but as long as you aren't too annoying you should be fine. I will tell you more but I have to pack for my vacation.” Slender explained to (Y/n), who only somewhat paid attention as she was still thinking about the first mug. By the time (Y/n) had gotten out of Slenders office it was late, and she was tired as she had not slept since before she had killed her mother the night before. Instead of socializing or going and finding Jeff (Y/n) had decided to go straight to her shared room. When (Y/n) had gotten to the room she had hoped to find Jeff in there but it was empty. ‘He must still be with Ben’ (Y/n) thought as she was trying to find something comfortable to sleep in. She settled on one of Jeffs sweaters and a pair of shorts. After changing (Y/n) had gotten into the bed and passed out instantly. A few hours later Jeff had come back to the room to see (Y/n) asleep. So Jeff had gotten ready for bed as quietly as possible and cuddled up next to (Y/n) and fell asleep.

[writingshushf1]

Lover - chapter 3

Summary: the next 4 minutes have decided your whole life.  

Rating: +16

Warnings: unplanned pregnancy, intimacy (but not sex)

Word count: 3.5k

Note:  hey! sorry for not updating, I moved, uni started so I was basically studying, eating and sleeping, now that I adjusted into my routine- IT’S BACKKK! i hope yall enjoy it! don’t be a ghost reader! (also available on AO3.)

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(BEGINNING OF) JULY, 2024.

It’s been 6 weeks that you and Mick haven’t seen each other, it was the start of the break of the season, so he would be around a month with you. It meant you could actually talk to him about what happened between you two. That week, you scheduled a doctor’s appointment to know the sex of the baby, so then you would transform your office into a nursery.

The german would be back in a tuesday, so you made sure your appointment was going to be after that, to at least give the chance of him deciding whether he wanted or not to be in. It was a week after the ideal time to see the gender? Yes, but you didn’t actually care, probably on the last ultrasound, the doctor saw it’s sex, but you told him you didn’t want to know yet, because you were waiting for your friend to be back from his work trip and he was one of the most important people in your life. Seb also came to Monaco with Hanna, both of them wanted to be there for you, like your parental figure and you loved the idea, Mick even offered his spare room so they wouldn’t need to go to a hotel.

After a few hours on Tuesday, he messaged you after arriving at his apartment, although you wanted him to invite you, maybe it wasn’t the moment yet, to see him and act like nothing happened. You were working, thank God they still wanted you - at least until the baby was born, so all the paperwork you were avoiding last week now needed to be sent and approved by your boss. Everything was making you stressed, so you stopped for a while and layed on your bed, putting your hands on your bump and feeling little movements, still very subtle, if you weren’t alone, you wouldn’t be able to feel it; in two weeks others would be able to feel them kicking, because it would be stronger. Out of the blue, you heard your phone ringing, so you picked up to see Mick’s number.

“Hi…” You said softly.

“Hey… I… Can you come over? I’m feeling a bit lonely and Seb will arrive in the middle of the night, so I would love to have someone keeping me up.”

“Why will he arrive in the middle of the night and not during the morning?”

“Oh, the flight had problems, so they cancelled it and got an earlier flight, because the other available he wouldn’t be able to arrive on time for the appointment.”

“I’m going, give me 5 minutes.”

When you arrived, the door was already open and an anxious Mick was waiting for you, he looked at your belly, impressed by how big it was and then at your boobs, blatantly staring at them until you were too close for him to disguise. He hugged you gently, kissing your forehead.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

You looked at each other for a few seconds before getting in and sitting on the sofa together. He let you lay your head on his lap, while you stayed in silence for a couple of minutes and the sound of the tv filled the space.

“Your bump is so big.”

“I know, right? 22 weeks.”

“Already? God, we’ve known each other for that long?”

“15 weeks, which would be almost four months, yeah.”

“I don’t know, it looks like we’ve always known each other.”

“Yeah… I don’t know, Micki, maybe we just clicked.”

You turned on your side, watching the random tv show, you felt his hands run through your scalp, caressing it; the affection was making you sleepy, even starting to softly snore. You heard him laughing at you.

“Sorry, I’m always tired and every chance I get to nap, I’ll do it.”

“It’s okay… I know you get tired because of the baby, but it was a bit funny that you just fell asleep within minutes.”

You laughed and looked at him again, sitting up dangerously close to him. One of Mick’s arms was around your waist, while the other was on top of his leg, almost on yours; slowly your hands were up his chest, with your face almost touching each other. You shouldn’t be doing this, it wasn’t the time, on the other hand, he was there for you, always. When you were about to kiss, his alarm rang, so you backed off from one another and he saw the time.

“We should get going to the airport, Seb and Hanna will arrive soon.” He said, getting up.

Frustration ran through your body, but you ignored, also getting up and walking behind him towards the garage from the building. You were feeling cold because you forgot your coat at your house, because when Mick messaged you, the last thought was going to get something to make you warm, he normally did that. The blonde noticed you shivering - even if it was summer, Monaco at night could be chilly, seconds later he was giving his coat to you and you felt drunk with his perfume exhaling from the jacket.

The ride till the airport was nice, mostly quiet, a consequence from your actions earlier - and you were napping for a part of it. He woke you up by lightly tapping on your shoulder, which initially you turned your body to the other side, then he tapped again, starting to talk about how you two would be late to see Sebastian, that made you wake up instantly. You waited for an hour till they arrived, the couple looking very tired, but that didn’t stop them from hugging both of you.

“Your bump is so big, honey!” Hanna said, touching it. “You said it was 22 weeks, right? Wow.” She smiled. “I know you weren’t into it in the beginning, but you do look beautiful, the pregnancy glow is working very well for you.”

“Right? The only thing I have to do regularly is to put lotion on my bump because it’s growing too fast and it’s stretching the skin.”

“That’s normal, I’ve been there three times.”

“Let’s go, girls?” Seb intervened. “I’m very tired and you two must be too.”

The ride to Schumacher’s apartment was silent, you let Sebastian sit on the passenger seat, so you and Hanna were in the back. Most of the trip you were sleeping, so was the blonde woman. Mick felt bad to wake you up, because he knew you waited on your feet for the German couple, so he took you into his arms and left you in his bed, taking off your shoes and the jacket, covering your body with a blanket before he showed the others where they would be staying. After they were settled, he put his pyjama - which consisted in only wearing boxer shorts, and laid next to you, however, he didn’t touched your body, seeing that your bump was big and he was afraid of hurting it; although, a few minutes later you were somewhat hugging his body as a result of not having your pregnancy pillow with you; the blonde liked that and tried to stay in the same position to not bother you.

It was 9am and you were up, in the kitchen making breakfast for everyone. Schumacher smelled the pancakes and walked in, still with his sleepy face.

“Good morning…” He smiled, putting his hands on your waist, laying his head on your shoulder. “Do you need any help?”

“Uhm… Yeah, wash the fruits, get the syrup and the honey, make the table…” You said, flipping a pancake.

“Ok. Coffee, tea and juice?”

“Yeah.”

You two were doing the breakfast when the German couple walked in, looking Mick and you together, talking and cooking together.

“They look like us when we were younger.” Hanna whispered.

“Yeah, they do.” Seb kissed his wife's forehead. “They look good together.”

Then you noticed their presence, blushing a little and pretending they didn’t see how you two were acting to each other. The four of you sat down to eat. Mick and Sebastian were talking while you concentrated on eating, considering you were doing that for two instead of one.

….................................................

It was the time for the ultrasound and you were there waiting with the other three for the doctor to start.

“Do you have any guesses on the baby’s sex?” The doctor asked.

“No. Not at all, I don’t think I’ve ever thought about that, being completely honest.” You said, looking at Mick, hoping he would say something.

“No one else?”

“I think it’s going to be a girl.” Seb said to support you, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“Maybe a boy.” Hanna added.

“Let’s see if the… The patient's parents are right.”

Vettel didn’t correct the doctor, even though you weren’t father-daughter, he knew you would need some figure to be there and you internally thanked him for that. You couldn’t pay attention on the images, because all that was passing through your head was the image of a happy family, where Sebastian and Hanna were the future grandparents - or almost that, waiting for the result, while the dad of this kid was also there to be by your side, which it would be Mick. You noticed that the younger blonde was squeezing his hands together like he was holding himself from being closer to you.

Schumacher’s head was restless, all of his thoughts were running around at once, making him distracted from what was happening during the appointment. Fidgeting his hands to not get closer, looking around to not get nervous and if someone entered the room, they would’ve bet he was the father just from his actions.

“So…” The deep voice from the doctor awakened Mick from his trance. “It’s a girl! Congrats.”

“I knew it!” Vettel smiled, kissing your head. “You need to think about names! I had an idea for her room.”

"You always knows! It's not fair." You said to him. Vettel had guessed all of his kids when Hanna was pregnant.

“Congrats, schatz!” Hanna also walked to be by your side.

The younger German smiled, secretly holding your hand. “I would love to see a mini you running around.” He whispered.

Later that night, you and Hanna were making dinner while the boys were adjusting the nursery for the baby. You often walked there, to see them dirty with paint, talking in German and laughing. This was a night that you never thought would happen. On the other hand, you were so happy that it was, having them being there for you when you need the most, being this “non” conventional family that it’s better than you’ve ever asked for. When dinner was ready they changed their outfits to not stain the house with the paint. The four of you sat on the table, mostly filling the silence with small talks while you appreciated the delicious lasagna that Hanna made.

“I thought about a name…” You said, having the three pairs of eyes on you after that.

“Do tell!” Mick looked at you, curious.

“Okay… I liked the name Sophia. Is it a common name? Yes, but it’s pretty…” You took a sip of your juice.

“It’s a beautiful name.” Sebastian smiled.

“I think this should be the one.” Hanna completed.

“You sure?”

“Of course! It’s beautiful and… It's just… Clicks, you know?” Schumacher looked at you, his piercing blue eyes could see you through.

After the dinner, the boys offered to clean the kitchen, so you two went to the balcony to relax, no conversation needed. You loved that, the fact that Hanna became your second mom and was supporting you in this journey, the way she knows you to the core and tries to be a sort of grandma/auntie to the baby - now with a name to call, Sophia, that would probably get called Sophie as a nickname. She looked at you sometimes, smiling and taking a sip from her drink, maybe she was proud of you.

An hour later, you were back to Mick’s apartment since the German couple was staying there and you were asleep in no time again, but this time in his room. Sebastian and Hanna were in the spare bedroom, getting ready to sleep and the younger blonde? On his balcony, making a phone call.

“Mama. Hey.” He smiled. “Missed you.”

“Missed you too, lieb.”

“Seb and Hanna are here! I think you knew, right?”

“Yes, of course! How are things going? Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine! Really good time.” He looked at the streets, emptier than usual.

“And your friend? Does she know the sex of the baby?”

“It’s a girl… Seb somehow got it right.”

“Oh! Say that I’m happy for her.” She laughed. “He always does, Mickey.”

“Yeah… It’s going to be Sophia.” His tone was vague, like he wasn’t paying attention to the conversation.

“You want to talk about something, don’t you?” She knew him all too well. “When you’re not focused that means you want to talk about something.”

“Well… I’m in love with her.” He confessed, sighing out loud, which called Vettel’s attention while he was going to grab a bottle of water, then he stayed to see what Mick was saying. “But she’s…”

“Pregnant with someone else’s child. Yeah, schatz, it’s somewhat complicated, but not the worst.” She said “You should follow your heart, okay? Your dad would say that to you too.”

“I know, mama, I know.” He sniffled. “It’s hard, people judging that I’m taking a big responsibility into the growth of my career.”

“It is hard, it’s a child that we’re talking about and you're young, however… You should do whatever feels best to both of you, or better… The three of you.”

“I’ll, I promise.”

“And remember what your papa always said, private is private.”

“Yes, you know I follow this as much as I can.”

“By the way, come to visit us! I’m missing my baby boy.” She laughed and so did he. “And bring the girl, I wanna meet her. To see if she’s worth it.”

“Mama!”

“Just to make sure, sohn.”

“Okay. Danke, Mama.'' He smiled. “See you soon.”

Then Sebastian appeared on the balcony, scaring Mick.

“Sorry, I heard a part of your phone call with your mom, I know I shouldn’t have done it.”

“It’s okay, really… I would love an uncle Seb moment right now.”

The older German hugged him, running his fingers through the youngest’s hair while he breathed calmly, enjoying the comfort.

“It still hurts a little when she mentions dad.”

“Oh, liebling, it must suck sometimes… But she knows about things, that’s why she says it.”

“I know, I know.” He looked at his mentor. “Changing the subject before I start to cry… Mom said I should go and see them and bring… You know who, with me.”

“Really? Did Corinna listen to me? I’m flattered.” He chuckled.

“You gave the idea to her?”

“Maybe I did.” Vettel's unforgettable cocky smile was appearing.

“Why?”

“You admitted to her and yourself. You’re in love. You want her to be part of your family, then why not introduce her to them?”

“What if they don’t like her?”

“They will, I know they’ll.”

“But if she doesn’t want to go?”

“I’m sure she does want to meet your family because it is an important thing for you and she would do everything for your happiness.”

“And I would do the same for her.”

“See? You’re on the same page, but refuse to admit that to each other!”

“It’s because of the baby.”

“I know, on the other hand, does it really matter? She won’t go to the father of Sophie for anything, that means she’s single and obviously wants you. Maybe if you do think it’s better and can handle it, you can wait till the baby is born to start something and if you won’t go to try something, both of you will regret that.”

“I know… I hate that I know all of this but the courage doesn’t seem to get into my head.”

“It’s okay, you can go slowly, but always make sure to have conversation, that’s the most important thing you could ever have.”

“Thank you, Seb.” He breathed out, like a heavy weight was lifted off from his shoulders. “I needed a sign to come back to reality.”

“I will always help you and try to guide you to the best decisions.”

“That’s what a mentor does!”

They chuckled and walked to their respective bedrooms. Meanwhile, you woke up from the noise that Mick made when he entered the room, sitting on the bed and waiting for him to get into his pyjamas and lay on the bed.

“Sorry I woke you up.”

“It’s okay…” You felt the baby move. “Actually, do you want to try to feel the baby moving?”

“Oh.” He was taken by surprise with your idea. “Yes, totally. Can I feel it, already?”

“You? Barely, I can feel it more, however, we can put our hands on my bump and wait. Also we can talk to her in hopes that she will move to the sound of our voices.”

He sat behind you, letting your back against his chest and laying his hands on the top of your belly after you rolled your shirt enough to show the bump.

“From which week can I feel it? Like, actually feel it?”

“Week 24. In two weeks.”

“Wow, it’s close.”

“Yeah.”

Both of you set your hands on your bump, slowly caressing and talking in a lower and softer spoken tone, so that the baby could listen - from this week, the baby can hear the parent’s voice. It was an intimate moment that would never do with him unless both of you were deeply in love. That was showing to Mick more obvious signs that both were on the same page, which let him be more sure of what he was going to ask next.

“Go to Switzerland with me. Let’s spend a week or so there, meet my family, spend time together where there won't be any cameras or people surrounding us with questions.”

You stayed quiet for a while, it was a big information to deal with.

“So…?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure… I was just concentrating on Sophie.” Then she moved abruptly. “Wow, that was a big move, little girl, too early for that.”

“Maybe she agrees with my offer.”

“Shut up, Mick.” You laughed, moving his hands around for him to feel it still moving.

….........................................................

During the morning, Sebastian woke you up to go shopping for the baby nursery related things, he was more excited than you were, which was the cutest thing to watch. You two were walking down the store hall, looking through cribs.

“You’re going to be her godfather, right? And Hanna, her godmother.”

“Is this a request or an order?”

“Both?”

He laughed, getting closer and stopping at a colourful crib and looking at it.

“I will.” He smiled. “Everything for you.”

“Good! Maybe she’ll call you Opa.”

“I’ll love that.”

You kept looking at things for the whole morning, buying a crib, outfits, decoration, more paint and some cloth diapers. The choice for the style of the room was rainbows, sunshine and rain, like summer. Mick and Hanna got scared on how many things you have bought for the room, they didn’t let you do any effort, just sit and see the room gaining life. When the room was finished it made you cry, it was beautiful, the love put on that little room was overbearing.

“We should put paint in our hands and put it on the front of the door.” You said. “I want this memory to be part of Sophie’s life.”

You had five different paint colours, so everyone could have one. You chose purple, Mick chose red, Sebastian chose green and Hanna chose yellow, probably in the future you would do her hand in blue.

“When it dries, I will write our names below.”

Later that day, you and Mick took the German couple back to the airport, they needed to be back at home for the kids. You cried again, because you weren’t going to see them anytime soon, so the moment was emotional.

The ride back was silent, none of you wanted to say a word, however, it was okay, the silence was comfortable. You went to his apartment, the paint was still wet and the smell made you feel a bit sick, so of course he would let you crash at his place for the night. Both of you sat on the sofa, now alone, no conversations going around, just you.

“We need to talk.” Schumacher said, fidgeting with his hands.

“We do.”

“Can I start?”

“Sure.”

“So…” He sighed. “My feelings lately have been bothering me, because they’re too much. When I met you, I thought I had a new friend that found out that was pregnant and I would be the annoying uncle… However, things haven’t worked well. I developed feelings, big ones and I tried to suppress them, because Sophia is someone else’s and I couldn’t take this place and you were… And is currently overwhelmed by everything changing so fast. But we kissed, made out and it felt amazing. I was caught up in this, Max even mocked me for it. And again, we set it out as a friendship, when we clearly are more than this. We sleep on the same bed, cuddle, you put my hands into your bump to feel her. I am confused about everything, because… I want to be yours, but I know that maybe you won’t be ready for it.”

You stood there, his words were like a sharp knife cutting into your chest, you didn’t know how hurt he was. He breathed out, chuckling and sobbing at the same time, looking down.

“You don’t feel the same, right?”

That took you out of your trance.

“Hey! Hey! Calm down… I disassociated, this was a big confession…” You held his face. “I have one to make it too.”

“Please, say it.”

“I also feel the same. It’s more than a friendship. I didn’t want to drag you with me because I knew that you would go all down for being a father figure and I don’t want that. You have a bright future and it’s too early for that, especially when you’re not the biological dad.” You felt tears falling off your face. “And what will people say about you? I’m worried about that too.”

“I don’t care about them, schatz.”

“But I do.” He wiped your tears off. “I like you and want what’s best for you only.”

“The best for me is to be with you, if you want to.”

It took you a few seconds to answer him.

“I do.” Both of you breathed out at the same time, like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. “We can go slowly, only making it official after Sophie’s birth, okay? Avoid telling anyone other than our family and closest friends. Right now, we don’t have an official label, we’re getting to know each other, is that good for you?”

“If this means that I can kiss you, I’m fine with it.”

He got closer to you, closing the gap between your lips; the kiss was salty due to the tears that fell from your face, it was slow and tender, like he was afraid to step in too much.

“We could take a shower together.” You suggested.

“For someone that wants to take it slowly, this is…”

“It’s not sexual! Oh God, you’re so horny.”

“Always, babe, always.”

You laughed, slapping his shoulder.

“It’s to create a bond, intimacy between us. When I’m in labour, you will see my body, so you should get used to it. Probably you will help me to shower and I’ll always be messy in the postpartum period, those times will be the hardest and it will probably be after the season is over, so you will be home to experience everything.”

“Okay… Let’s go then.”

You got your pyjamas and towels, going to the big bathroom. The undressing was awkward, none of you wanted to stare at the other, like it was a crime to do it. He turned on the shower, walking in with you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He hugged you from behind, bringing your body into the hot water. “Let me take care of you.”

Then he took the shampoo, putting on your hair and massaging the scalp slowly, leaving a trail of kisses in your shoulder. After he washed out, Mick put conditioner on your hair, carefully passing through your strands, while you relaxed with the attention. Soon, he grabbed the washcloth, putting the soap on it and passed through your bump, then shoulders, back, and legs, not getting close into parts of your body he didn’t know if he was allowed to touch.After the relaxing shower, when you were just wearing panties, he walked with you to the front of the mirror, grabbing a moisturiser and staying behind you.

“I remember you talking with Hanna, about having to put lotion because the skin is stretching.” He put the mixture into his palms, soon with them in your belly, moving around carefully. “I researched about it. Looked some tips and bought this one for you, it said it could help with it.”

“Oh...” Your heart melted with his softness. “Thank you, Schumi.”

“No need to thank me, it’s a treat for you that I’ve been saving it.”

Later, both of you were laying on his bed, cuddling while watching a movie, when he broke the silence.

“So… Are we going to Switzerland then?”

“Of course. I know how important it is to you.”

“Then I’ll get everything ready for us.”