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Love and Gunshots, Eren x Black Reader

Gang member Eren x Introvert black reader

Summary: In a dangerous urban landscape, y/n, an introverted Criminal Law student, finds herself drawn into the violent world of the Sixx Gang through her protective cousin, Onyankopon. When she locks eyes with Eren Yeager, a hot-headed gang member, a twisted game of desire and danger begins.

As Eren becomes obsessed with y/n, he threatens to unravel the fragile balance Ony has maintained to shield her from their brutal lifestyle. With loyalty tested and violence lurking at every turn, the lines between love and danger blur, leading to a dark climax where the heart proves just as lethal as a gun.

Genre: Dark Romance/Crime Modern au

Warnings: Graphic violence, drug use, smut, obsession

I’ll re edit this when I’m better, in the mean time happy reading

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Chapter 5:

Hange moved quickly, dropping their bag on the coffee table and pulling out supplies. “Let me guess,” they said, glancing at Ony’s blood-soaked towel. “Eren?”

“Who else?” Ony muttered, wincing as Hange peeled the towel away from his arm.

“Damn, clean shot. Lucky it wasn’t worse.” Hange’s voice was casual, like they were discussing the weather. “What’s his problem this time?”

Ony gave a short, bitter laugh. “He’s obsessed with my cousin.”

I felt my face heat up as Hange shot me a curious glance. “Ah,” they said, pulling on a pair of gloves. “That explains the fireworks outside. You’ve got quite the admirer.”

“Admirer?” I snapped. “He shot my cousin!”

Hange shrugged, already disinfecting the wound. “Love makes people do stupid things. In Eren’s case, it makes him do dangerous things.”

Ony hissed as Hange worked but didn’t say anything more. I sat down on the armrest of the couch, my nerves still on edge.

“He’s insane,” I muttered. “I went out there, and he was laughing like it was all some joke.”

Hange glanced up briefly. “That’s Eren for you. He’s always been… intense.”

“Intense?” Ony growled. “He’s a damn psychopath.”

Hange smiled faintly. “And yet Levi haven’t kicked him out of the crew.”

Ony grunted, not offering a response. Hange finished patching him up, carefully wrapping the wound. “There. You’ll live,” they said, leaning back. “Try not to get shot again tonight, yeah?”

Ony rolled his eyes, but I could see the exhaustion in his face. “Thanks,” he muttered.

Hange started packing up their supplies, then turned to me. “You should be careful,” they said, their tone suddenly serious. “Eren’s not the kind of guy who lets go easily. If you’re not careful, you’ll end up tangled in his mess.”

I swallowed hard, my thoughts racing. “I can handle him.”

Hange raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. They stood up, slinging their bag over their shoulder. “Good luck with that,” they said, heading for the door. “And Ony? Maybe next time, don’t escalate things. You’re not exactly helping.”

Ony grunted, and Hange left without another word. Silence filled the room, heavy and suffocating.

“You need to stay away from him,” Ony said finally, his voice low and serious. “I mean it, Y/N. He’s already too far gone. Don’t let him take you with him.”

I didn’t respond, my mind still spinning. I knew Ony was right. But some part of me, the part that couldn’t forget the way Eren looked at me, the intensity in his eyes, wasn’t ready to let go.

Not yet.

I sighed, shutting Ony’s bedroom door quietly behind me. He had passed out almost immediately after I helped him onto his bed, the pain and exhaustion finally catching up. His breathing was heavy, but steady—he’d be fine, for now.

The house was eerily quiet, the kind of quiet that makes every little noise feel amplified. I pulled out my phone and saw Eren’s name light up the screen again. Another text. "Don’t ignore me, Y/N."

I rolled my eyes and unlocked my phone, scrolling through the onslaught of messages he’d sent. Half of them were variations of "You good?" or "Answer me." The other half? Straight-up unhinged.

Finally, I tapped out a response: Me: Did you truly have to shoot him?

The reply came instantly. He sent a photo—no, two. The first was of his thigh, wrapped in bloody bandages, a fresh reminder of the night Ony put a bullet in him. The second? A close-up of his car door, two jagged bullet holes in the sleek car metal.

Eren: Fair game.

I stared at the images, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. A mix of anger and disbelief bubbled in my chest. He was so damn nonchalant, as if shooting Ony was just some petty tit-for-tat.

Me: This isn’t a game, Eren.

He replied almost immediately. Eren: Life’s a game, baby. And I’m just playing to win.

I clenched my teeth, feeling my frustration spike. Me: You’re insane.

Eren: You like it though.

I froze, my fingers tightening around the phone. He wasn’t wrong, and that infuriated me even more. There was something about him—his chaos, his intensity, the way he made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered in his twisted world.

But I couldn’t let that consume me. Not when it meant dragging Ony, and maybe even myself, further into his madness. I needed to be smart, to stay grounded.

Yet, even as I told myself that, I could feel my resolve slipping.

As I stared at my phone, heart pounding in my chest, the doorbell rang. My thoughts scattered, and I looked up, my pulse quickening when I saw the familiar hellcat pull up in front of the house. Eren.

Before I could process what was happening, my phone buzzed with a message from him. “Come for a ride with me.”

The words were simple, but they felt like an invitation into the chaos. I glanced at Ony, still passed out in his room, his steady breathing the only sound in the house. Part of me knew I should stay. I should stay and be the voice of reason, try to pull away from all this madness. But the other part of me—the one that was dangerously drawn to Eren—felt the magnetic pull to go with him, to see where his dangerous world could take me.

I couldn't help myself. My thumb slid over the phone, sending the reply. “Fine.”

The door creaked open, and there he was—standing in the doorway, eyes darker than usual, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his presence swallowing up the space between us.

“Let’s go,” he said, his voice low, the familiar intensity radiating off him.

Before I could say anything, he was already close, his hand wrapping around my wrist. He pulled me toward him with surprising force, his fingers tightening just enough to make me feel every bit of his strength. My heart skipped a beat as I looked up at him, his eyes gleaming with that same reckless energy I’d come to both fear and crave.

“Come on, Y/N,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear as he pulled me even closer. “Come for a ride with me.”

I didn't have the words to fight back. Not when he was so close. Not when his body was radiating that familiar, dangerous energy that always made my pulse race. My body moved on instinct, following his lead.

“Let’s see how deep you really want to dive into this world,” he whispered, a dark promise in his words.

He let go of my wrist, guiding me toward the car. I hesitated for a moment, but then that familiar pull, the one that had dragged me into his world in the first place, kicked in. I took a step forward, my legs shaky beneath me, and followed him to the passenger side of his car.

As I slid into the seat, Eren was already behind the wheel, his hand gripping the steering wheel with a tightness that told me he wasn’t just driving—he was headed somewhere with purpose. Somewhere that would pull me deeper into his world.

“I hope you’re ready, Y/N,” he said, his smirk never fading as he turned the key and revved the engine. “This ride is only just beginning.”

I swallowed hard, my breath catching in my throat as he sped off, the night closing in around us.

Eren's POV

I could feel the tension in the air as Y/N slid into the passenger seat. She was quiet, her body language stiff, but her eyes—those eyes—told me everything. The hesitation, the intrigue, the pull. She wanted this, even if she wasn’t ready to admit it yet.

I revved the engine, the deep growl of the car’s power vibrating beneath us. It matched the restless energy coursing through me. I wanted to test her, see how far she was willing to go. How far she was willing to follow me into this mess of violence, chaos, and everything in between.

I glanced over at her as I drove, my eyes lingering on the way she sat—her hands clenched tight in her lap, her gaze out the window, but I knew she was aware of everything. Of me. Of the world I lived in. I could feel her trying to stay distant, trying to keep herself grounded, but I wasn’t letting that happen. Not tonight.

“Why do you stay away from me?” I asked, my voice low, my eyes flicking over to her. “You think you can just ignore everything that’s happening around you, Y/N? That this... we... don't matter?” I chuckled bitterly, gripping the wheel tighter.

I could see the way her jaw clenched, her lips pressed into a thin line. She wasn’t ready to answer yet. She wasn’t ready to face the truth of it.

“You’re so fucking afraid of this world, aren’t you?” I muttered, barely able to keep the frustration from my voice. “Afraid of what I am. Afraid of what I could make you into. But you can’t deny the pull, can you?”

I saw her shoulders tense, but she stayed silent. I knew she was fighting the same damn battle I was. The attraction, the desire, the push and pull of wanting something that could destroy you. But damn, if I wasn’t going to make her see it. I wasn’t going to let her walk away from me this time.

I drove faster, the night blurring by, the hum of the engine filling the space between us. She didn’t say a word, but I could feel her fear, her excitement, the uncertainty—everything that was running through her head. She was thinking about it, weighing the consequences, trying to decide if she should pull away or dive deeper into this.

When we reached the outskirts of town, I slowed down and turned into a secluded spot by the water, the silence of the place almost eerie. I cut the engine, the sudden quiet almost suffocating.

“Having fun!,” I ordered, my tone sharp, the power dynamic shifting again. This wasn’t just about a ride anymore. This was about control. And she wasn’t going to get out of this one that easy.

I watched her eyes flicker toward the door, the hesitation written all over her face. But she didn’t argue. Instead, she looked out the window into the cold night air.

“You know, you could just walk away from all this,” I said, my voice softer now, but still carrying that edge. “But something tells me you’re not going to. Something tells me you want this.”

She didn’t respond immediately, but I could feel her body tensing again, her emotions swirling. She couldn’t lie to me—not anymore.

“I want you to see everything I can offer you, Y/N,” I continued, my voice now a low whisper that only she could hear. “Everything. And if you’re not careful, you’ll end up wanting more than you can handle.”

I reached out, my hand brushing against hers, feeling the electricity between us, and I smirked as she froze, her breath hitching in her throat. She wasn’t ready to admit it, but I could tell. I could feel it. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

“Come here,” I murmured, my voice dark with intent as I pulled her closer. She didn’t resist, not this time. Not when I was this close, not when the tension was this thick.

I kissed her, hard and possessive, feeling the desperation in the way her lips parted. She was falling, and she didn’t even know it yet. But I did. And I wasn’t about to let her pull away. Not now.

The world we were about to enter—it would consume us both. But I was going to make damn sure she didn’t walk away from me. Not now. Not ever.

“Stay with me,” I whispered against her lips. “Or I’ll make sure you’ll never forget what happens when you get too close to me.”

I pulled into the lookout, the city lights stretching out below us like a sea of stars. It was quiet up here, the kind of quiet that let me think clearly for once. I parked the car and leaned back, soaking in the view for a moment before reaching into the glove compartment. The familiar crinkle of my stash bag brought a grin to my face as I pulled out my weed and started rolling up.

Y/N sat beside me, tense as hell, like she was sitting next to a loaded gun. I guess, in a way, she was. But she didn’t need to be afraid. Not of me. Not like this.

I glanced at her, smirking as I licked the paper and sealed the joint. “You’re looking at me like I’m about to bury a body,” I said, lighting up and taking a slow drag. The smoke curled up between us, and I offered it to her. “Relax. I don’t bite... unless you ask.”

She gave me a sharp glare, but her lips twitched like she was trying not to laugh. “You’re not funny.”

“Who said I was joking?” I shot back, leaning in a little, letting the weight of my presence sink in. She didn’t flinch, though. She never did. That’s what I liked about her. She had this quiet strength, even when she was scared out of her mind.

She sighed, finally taking the joint from my hand. She didn’t smoke, not really, but tonight was different. Tonight, she was here with me, and I could see the walls she always kept up starting to crack. She took a tentative puff, coughing a little, and I laughed.

“First time?” I teased, leaning back against the car, watching her with lazy amusement.

“Shut up,” she muttered, handing it back to me. Her voice was soft, but there was an edge to it, a spark of defiance that only made me like her more.

We sat in silence for a while, passing the joint back and forth, the tension between us easing just a little. The city below us felt a world away, and for once, I wasn’t thinking about the gang, about Ony, or about Levi and his constant threats. I was just here, with her.

“I know what you think of me,” I said after a while, my voice low, almost casual. “You think I’m some kind of monster.”

She didn’t answer right away, and I could see her struggling to find the right words. Finally, she said, “I don’t think you’re a monster... I just think you’re dangerous.”

I smiled at that, a slow, knowing smile. “You’re right. I am dangerous. But not with you, Y/N. Never with you.”

She turned to look at me, her eyes searching mine like she was trying to figure me out. “Why do you even want me around, Eren? You could have anyone.”

I leaned in closer, my eyes locked on hers. “Because you see me,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “The real me. And you’re still here.”

Her breath hitched, and I could see the conflict in her eyes. She wanted to believe me, but she was scared. Scared of what being with me would mean, scared of what she might become if she let herself fall.

But I wasn’t going to let her run. Not now. Not ever.

“Stay with me, Y/N,” I murmured, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. “I’ll show you the world, but only if you’re brave enough to walk through the fire with me.”

She looked right at me then said flatly " No."

Her words hit harder than any bullet ever could. I felt my jaw clench, the anger boiling beneath the surface, but I forced myself to keep calm. The joint between my fingers burned slowly, the smoke curling lazily into the air, but I barely noticed it now.

“So, that’s what this is about?” I asked, my voice low, almost too calm. “Ony?”

She turned her head, her eyes locking onto mine. “You tell me, Eren. Why shoot up the one person who’s been there for me my whole life? Why drag him into your mess?”

I scoffed, shaking my head. “He dragged himself in. Ony’s a big boy; he knew what he was signing up for when he got involved with this life.”

Her gaze didn’t waver, and the weight of her silence was suffocating. Finally, she spoke, her voice soft but steady. “He’s in that life because of people like you. Because he thinks that’s the only way to protect the people he cares about.”

I leaned forward, my elbows resting on my knees, the joint now forgotten. “And what about you, huh? You think Ony’s some saint? He’s out there doing the same shit I do. Only difference is, I don’t hide who I am.”

She looked away then, her eyes focusing on the city lights beyond the windshield. “I’m not blind, Eren. I know Ony’s not perfect, but at least he tries to keep me out of it. You? You’re dragging me in.”

That stung more than I wanted to admit. I took a deep breath, trying to steady the rage simmering beneath the surface. “You don’t get it, do you? I’m not dragging you in. I’m trying to bring you closer so you’ll be safe. With me.”

She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “Safe? With you? You’re the reason I’m in danger in the first place.”

I felt my hands tighten into fists, the leather of the steering wheel creaking under the pressure. “You think I wanted to shoot Ony? You think I don’t care about you? Everything I do, everything I’ve done—it’s for you, Y/N.”

She finally turned back to me, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and sadness. “Then stop, Eren. If you really care about me, stop dragging me into your world”

Her words hung in the air, a challenge, a plea. I didn’t know what to say, and for once, I didn’t have a clever comeback or a deflection. All I could do was sit there, the weight of her words pressing down on me, heavier than any gun I’d ever carried.

I hated this feeling—this vulnerability she brought out in me. But more than that, I hated the thought of losing her.

Her laughter caught me off guard, cutting through the tension like a blade. I turned to look at her, and there she was, shaking her head, a wry smile on her lips.

“Ony’s only ever been shot twice, you know,” she said, her tone somewhere between exasperation and amusement. “Once when you and him went on some hit or... whatever the hell you two do. And now, by you.”

I raised an eyebrow, leaning back in my seat. “He had it coming,” I muttered, but she didn’t let me off that easy.

“My mama and his are gonna be pissed,” she continued, her laughter fading but that smirk still lingering. “His mom already hates that he’s in this life, just like his dad was. But you know what? Ony keeps the lights on, pays all the bills, and then some. So she ignores it. Pretends like it’s not happening.”

I let out a low whistle. “Man’s carrying a lot, huh?”

She shot me a look that said You think? “Yeah, Eren. And now you’re out here shooting up his arm like it’s just another day at the office.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I just shrugged, trying to play it cool. “He’ll be fine. Ony’s tough.”

She sighed, crossing her arms as she leaned back in her seat. “That’s not the point, Eren. You keep pushing, and one day you’re gonna cross a line you can’t come back from.”

I turned my head to face her fully, my jaw tightening. “I’m already in too deep, Y/N. There’s no turning back for me. But you? You’re different. You’re my escape.”

She looked at me for a long moment, her eyes searching mine. “You say that, but all you’re doing is pulling me deeper into your mess.”

Her words stung, but I couldn’t argue with her. She wasn’t wrong. I was selfish, and I knew it. But I wasn’t ready to let her go—not now, not ever.

I leaned over, trying to close the space between us. Her eyes narrowed, and she shoved me back, her voice sharp. “Out of my face, Eren.”

I chuckled, leaning back, letting her have her moment. She was fiery, and I liked that about her. But before I could say anything else, her phone buzzed on the console. She glanced at the screen, and her face immediately tensed.

“It’s Ony’s mom,” she muttered, swiping to answer.

“Hello?” Her voice was steady at first, but I could hear the panic rising on the other end of the line. Ony’s mom was shouting, her words a blur of anger and fear. I caught snippets—“Why am I hearing Ony’s been shot again?”—“It happened in front of the house?!”—“Do we need to move again?”

Y/N sighed, closing her eyes for a second, gathering herself. “Aunt Selene, calm down. Ony’s fine, I promise. He’s patched up already.”

Her aunt wasn’t buying it, her voice breaking as she cried on the line. “Fine? You think I’m supposed to believe that? Every time I turn around, it’s something else with that boy! I can’t lose him, Y/N.”

I watched Y/N work to steady her own voice, her free hand gripping the edge of her seat like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. “You’re not gonna lose him. I’ll keep an eye on him, okay? I won’t let anything happen to him.”

She was lying, but it was what her aunt needed to hear. Selene eventually calmed, her sobs turning into quiet sniffles. They exchanged a few more words before Y/N hung up and let out a long, shaky breath.

I didn’t say anything, just watched her. She wiped at her eyes quickly, trying to hide the tears forming, but I saw them. I saw the weight she carried, and for the first time in a long while, something stirred in me—something like guilt.

She was cleaning up my mess.

And the worst part? I didn’t feel bad for what I’d done. I felt bad because she had to bear the brunt of it. Watching her suffer for my sins… it unsettled me. I didn’t like it. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“You okay?” I asked finally, my voice softer than usual.

She shot me a glare. “Do I look okay, Eren?”

Her anger flared, and I could feel the tension in the air between us. She turned to face me, her voice sharp, furious. “Drop me the fuck back to my house and stay away from me, Eren. I’m serious.”

I didn’t move, didn’t even glance away from the road. “No.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and I could see the storm brewing in them. “So you're into kidnapping now?”

I smirked, keeping my eyes fixed on the road as I navigated through the streets. “No, but you’re not cutting me out before giving me a fair shot.”

She crossed her arms, leaning back in her seat, glaring at me with a fire in her eyes. “Why me?” she demanded, her voice a mixture of confusion and frustration.

I could’ve said a million things. I could’ve told her it was because of her strength, her intelligence, how different she was from the chaos I thrived in. But deep down, I knew the truth. The real reason I couldn’t stay away was darker, messier. I loved to ruin things I shouldn’t.

But instead of saying that, I answered, "Because you're perfect for me."

It wasn’t the whole truth, but it was the closest thing I could give her.

I watched her glare at me, eyes burning with defiance, and I couldn't help myself. The pull was too strong. I leaned in, closing the distance between us. My lips crashed onto hers, and the moment they touched, I felt that electric connection I'd been craving. She tasted just as I imagined—sweet, yet full of fire.

I expected resistance. Hell, I almost wanted it—her pushing me away, her fighting me—but instead, she melted into the kiss, her body softening as if she couldn’t help herself. It made me want her even more.

But then, just as quickly as it began, she shoved me away, and I was sent back into the driver’s seat with a painful thud. My head hit the door window, hard, and for a moment, everything was spinning. The sharp pain barely registered as I rubbed the back of my head, more surprised than hurt.

She sat there, chest rising and falling in rapid breaths, her face flushed with anger and something else.

“You’re insane,” she spat, wiping her lips as if my kiss had left a bad taste behind.

I chuckled, rubbing the back of my head. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

She glared at me again, fury simmering just beneath the surface. But deep down, I could see it—the slightest crack in her armor, the way she wasn’t entirely sure what to do with the chaos I’d just unleashed between us.

didn’t let the shove or her anger bother me. She wasn’t going to stop me that easily. I leaned in again, ignoring the burning frustration in her eyes. Before she could push me away, I kissed her again, this time slower, more deliberate. My lips were firm but gentle as I kissed her, making sure she felt every inch of me. I felt her breath catch, and it made me smile.

I pulled back just slightly, my lips grazing hers as I whispered, "Please, YN. Just this once. Give in to me."

There was no desperation in my voice, only a raw sincerity, something I don’t think I ever showed anyone before. I wanted her to understand that this wasn’t just about me taking control. It was more than that. I needed to show her that she didn’t have to be so guarded around me.

Her eyes flickered, unsure, but I could see the hesitation in her gaze, the tug of curiosity she was trying to fight. She wasn’t immune to me, not completely, and I could feel it.

I held my breath, waiting for her to decide.

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pookietv · 9 months ago

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online embarrassment | arthurtv

this was a req!! and i think its adorable

there will be a part two to this !!!

being a simple university student, you had simple pleasures - getting drunk on the weekend, binge watching tv shows, and a more strange one, online chess. you liked watching people play, you liked playing yourself, you loved the strategy aspect. on some websites you played on, there was the option of livestreaming your chess game - no faces or voices, but people could chat alongside you playing, and you enjoyed seeing input on your games.

one day you were playing a particularly tricky game, being forked from practically the get go, and being the victim of many pawn trades, you were definitely on a losing streak, even if you were just playing against a bot. it was being streamed, but there were only four people watching, not that embarrassing right? especially because it was hidden behind a chess username and no one knew who you were anyways, so it didn't really matter.

so when a comment came in,

ATV: i wouldn't have played rook to f4 there, leaves an opening for a three move check :)

your head tilted a little, turning back to the game and furrowing your eyebrows, trying to figure what they had meant - and they were right, the move was a little careless and it could lead to checkmate.

you nodded to yourself, trying to amend the damage by playing your bishop defensively, to which another comment came in.

ATV: sorry for backseat gaming here, but you could have check in two

you smiled a little more at the comment, placing one hand on your chin and the other on your mouse, following some moves for what must have been fourty-five seconds before you clicked, they were right again. you made the move, the bot making its response, defending also, before in a few short moves, the game was over, you had won by check.

youruser: @/ATV thank you! i still kinda suck after playing for so long lmao

ATV: @/youruser do you want a game? :)

youruser: @/ATV sure! i'll add you now :P

so you added them, and they requested a game. in the chatbox on the side, you saw another message just as they had moved their first piece.

ATV: so what's your name?

youruser: i'm y/n, what about you?

ATV: arthur :)

he moved with an unusual polish opening, so you played traditional and tried to take control of the centre. within a few minutes, he had one of your pawns pinned, and had taken another.

youruser: damn you're actually really good

youruser: feeling a little defeated here :)

ATV: i'm just a loser with far too much time on my hands

youruser: well i mean me too but still, you're smoking me

ATV: cause you're playing too much attack not enough defence

youruser: i feel i may need you to tutor me lmao

ATV: lets finish up this game rq and then i'll help lol

unsurprisingly, he won, but you actually came closer than expecting, and it was a pretty even match after the poor beginning.

ATV: you're actually pretty good, you were just being modest

youruser: hm well maybe

youruser: suppose i'll have to keep challenging you til i win >:D

ATV: do you have discord or anything? easier to explain and talk on there rather than chess in game chat lol

youruser: i do! i'll link it rq :)

youruser: it's yourdiscuser #1782

and from there, you began talking semi-regularly, you played chess often and spoke tactics and games, he helped teach you and you enjoyed the company.

youruser: isn't it really strange we know nothing about each other other then chess defence strategies

youruser: i mean what if you're the insane chess killer man

ATV: yes, thats exactly who i am, the Insane Chess Killer Man, can't believe you caught me red handed

ATV: i mean what do you wanna know

youruser: i mean, idk,,, where are you from? i mean i know you speak english but you could be from anywhere i guess :O

ATV: i live in england, what about you :)

youruser: me too! i'm in london atm for uni, getting my masters

ATV: i am also in london! so if you're getting your masters, you're like ... somewhere around 24?

youruser: yeah, i'm 23 :P

youruser: what about you? i mean i have a feeling you're not some sixty year old man based on the fact you use discord but idk

ATV: i'm 28,,, getting very old :(

youruser: wow, very old indeed, must be such a shame

youruser: its gonna suck when i'm gonna have to visit you in a nursing home to play chess with you in two years time

ATV: okay i'm not that old you divvy :)

youruser: kidding, kidding ! anyway, i have to go because i have class but,, if you maybe wanna add me on instagram, its @/youruser :)

getting back from your lectures and practically throwing your backpack on the floor and collapsing on your bed, you planned on rotting the rest of the day away in pajamas and consuming far too much social media.

you opened instagram to a new follower: @/arthurtv

you assumed it was arthur from chess, and obviously in curiosity you opened his page straight away, you were nosy and you wanted to know who he was.

the first thing that shocked you was what he looked like: you didn't know what you were expecting but you didn't think it was going to be him.

he was... attractive, you had to admit, and your eyes had widened once you had seen him.

the second thing that shocked you was his followers, and his bio - he was a youtuber?

classically, you had to be nosy and follow the links to his youtube, your eyebrows raised a little as you looked at his channel, giggling to yourself, he did commentary on reality tv? you hadn't seen that before, but once you watched a video, you realised he was funny, too. he made it funny, despite the fact that you had at first felt it was the strangest youtube topic ever.

youruser: why hello arthurtv

youruser: i was definitely not expecting you

arthurtv: why hello y/n

arthurtv: i could say the same about you

youruser: well i mean i don't have any surprises

youruser: but you are apparently known for commenting on 90 day fiance?

arthurtv: i'd argue you have some surprises

arthurtv: and yes, i make commentary videos! wasn't trying to hide it or anything, just was a weird thing to bring up in conversation :)

youruser: no, it seems cool! i wasn't judging :) i don't watch much youtube so i don't know too much about it

youruser: and anyways, what surprises do i have?

arthurtv: i wasn't expecting you to look like that i suppose

youruser: like what ??

arthurtv: i mean, i don't know, pretty i suppose

arthurtv: you're very pretty, i just didn't know what i was expecting to be honest

youruser: wow you thought i couldn't be pretty cause i'm a loser playing chess??? smh arthur

youruser: (i'm kidding, i didn't expect you to look like you either)

arthurtv: you know that's not what i meant!!

arthurtv: what did you expect me to look like then?

youruser: well since you're 28, i suppose i was expecting a zimmerframe or walking stick or something

arthurtv: ha ha very funny

#arthur frederick #arthur frederick x reader #arthurtv #arthurtv x reader #chaos crew

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violetszone · 2 years ago

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Spill Your Guts Lando

Lando x fem!reader

From this request

Summary: The statement Lando made in Spill your guts video drew eyes on you, and you decided to talk to Lando after watching the video.

A/n: not edited writing

The "spill your guts" video shot by Quadrant with Lando was talked about a lot by the audience.By a lot I mean a lot, but it wasn't because of all the questions the guys asked for fun. It was talked about so much because of a specific question they asked Lando.And his answer to that question made everyone turn their eyes to you.

You were Toto Wolff's daughter so eyes were already on you even if you didn't want to but after that last thing you really got more attention.Lando has a crush on you,of course nobody knew until Lando explained it in the video.In the video, Max (Fewtrell) asked Lando is he actually does, and Lando confirmed that he likes you because if he doesn't answer the question, he'll have to eat fish. And even the moment he saw the fish, the expression on his face was so funny.

You watched the video too and frankly the video went viral for a short time.Lando was a sweet boy, you had some interest in him so you wouldn't mind talking to him or having a meal.You had a sweet feeling while watching the video and you didn't understand it.You were in the Mercedes garage next to your father at the next race It was hours before the race and there was no reason for you to take action.

You told your dad you'd be back in 5 minutes, kissed his cheek and started walking to the Mclaren garage When you came to the front of the garage everyone was minding their own business and no one noticed you, you peeked through the door, Lando wasn't there.

You cleared your throat and spoke as loudly as you could. "Excuse me, where is Lando? I would like to talk to him for a minute if possible." At that moment, something happened that you believed would only happen in comedy movies, everyone stopped their work,they looked at you and some even dropped their items on the floor, which made you laugh.

Someone said they were going to call Lando, you thanked and waited where you were.A few minutes later you saw Lando coming out of the inside holding his racing suit and running.He was so cute.When he got in front of you, he stopped and you smiled at each other."Hello, what are you doing here, I'm not saying I don't want you to come, of course I want you to come, what the hell am I saying" you chuckled at what he said

"Good to see you too Lando, I was just going to say, I saw the video and I want to go on a date with you, of course if you want too so that's it" Lando bit his lip to hide his smile.He shook his head slowly "I would like to go on a date with you, thanks for the offer" you smiled and tucked your hair behind your ear and handed him your phone "Write your number to communicate and I will send you a message."

He wrote down his number and gave you your phone back you thanked him and left the garage You were smiling with the sounds of joy coming from the garage as you walk away you took a few steps then your smile froze on your face your dad was staring at you, you paused for a second then touched his shoulder and walked past him.

Lando happily hugged a few people in the garage, then turned to look at you and he saw Toto staring at him from afar.Fearing Toto's deadly stare, Lando hurried into the garage and went to his room.

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twstfanblog · 10 months ago

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*~Period Drama~* Tuesday

A/N: SCREAMS. I am...SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG. We had to do double time to move out of our house since our landlords decided to fucking sell the property so we had to LEAVE. But it's done and I'm very happy with it and I hope you like it too. Enjoy~! Word Count: 6.7K Warnings: She/They Pronouns OC, Lilia does look and poke at Yuu's genitals Pairings: YuuxJamilxAzulxMalleus (Poly), (Sebek/Silver in the corner) ~Taglist (At this point I'm just adding everyone I've found who was interested in the fic XD) @twistedcece @deltrea @krenenbaker @koebishrimpuwu @cat100200 @emyluwinter @obsessionswithfandoms @ady-hilborn @lucid-stories @girl-nahh-two @itz-hydrodeptus-foxy7 @chyluna @riddlesimps @death-the-jo @a-twistedheartslonging @qixlin @chaosistheonlyway @welcome-to-my-horde @abell2029cluster @kirans-wonderland @coffee-or-hot-cocoa @the-ace-reader @iamsoconfusedallofthetime @chroniccorvus @marvelous-maxi @prolonged-eyecontact @lozplayer @jabberwocky-warrior @thateldribitch @bun-lapin @mel1rose @ladyraeka @ladyzsgolla Start, Part 1 (Octavinelle), Part 2 (Heartslabyul), Part 3 (Savanaclaw), Part 3.5 (Diasomnia pt.1), Part 4 (Here), Part 5 (Pomefiore), Part 6 (Scarabia)

Malleus almost always forgot he even owned a phone, meaning he basically never texted Yuu. So when his personalized text tone played Yuu was quick to stop their sobbing and open his message.

‘May I see you tomorrow?’

Short, simple, sweet, and weirdly formal. Yuu smiled, typing back quickly before the horned fae forgot he owned a phone again.

‘Sure babes. Sorry ive been mia the past few days. Not feeling well. Ill explain when i see you tomorrow.’

‘I should hope so.’

Okay, vaguely rude.

When Malleus had said tomorrow, Yuu assumed he meant during lunch or after classes. Instead, he showed up on their doorstep with his whole family unit and a grumbling Grim in tow at 8am in the goddamn morning. None of them were in uniform, clad in casual comfortable clothing. They clearly planned to spend the whole day with her instead of a simple visit.

She blinks, almost overwhelmed at the sheer…something of the current event, “Hi…It's…really early.”

Lilia smiles, tilting his head as he holds up a large and slightly weathered first aid bag, “We brought gauze!”

Silver holds out his arms, the dire beast scowling but unmoving in his grip, “And Grim.”

“Oh, what beautiful treasures…”

“Enough beating around the unwanted bush.” Malleus steps forward, hands reaching to clasp around Yuu's. Looking into their surprised eyes with determination, “What is this illness and how can I help ease you of it?”

Yuu snorted, closing her eyes in an effort to not start laughing at how seriously Malleus was taking their ‘ailment’, “It'll…It'll pass with time, Malleus. But, luckily, I'm actually feeling a lot better than yesterday.” They step to the side, managing to pull a hand free from Malleus's grip to gesture for the Diasomnia family to enter.

Silver nods his head in thanks, walking into the hall to place Grim down. The cat quickly running further in the house, remarking Yuu still smelled weird, “That's good to hear. Did you use a form of medicine to ease your symptoms?”

Yuu closes the door behind them, Malleus already firmly attached to their side. No doubt the smell of their blood making him hyper-aware of their every movement, “Yeah. Crewel gave me a lecture and a pain potion when he brought me dinner last night. Plus the guttural sobbing I've been doing. But, I think it was mainly because I finally took that body cleansing shit…”

The beat of silence almost makes Yuu burst into laughter again, the four males all looking a level of stunned before Silver shakingly spoke.

“A-ah…That's...good?”

“Yeah, it really realigned my chakras or something.”

“Okay?”

“Yuu, could you tell us exactly what is going on?” Lilia's smile was strained. He had spent most of last night racking his memory of various illnesses. Any that he knew of that dealt with bleeding were things that would have killed Yuu within the hour if they had reached that stage. But to know they'd been bleeding for days? Whatever they had managed to catch was cause for concern. But now knowing it was causing other ailments…it was either a truly deadly disease or it was evolving into one…

“Oh, it's nothing serious. Just the muscles that are causing all this-” Yuu makes a vague gesture to their lower anatomy, “- are the same muscles that handle pooping. So…it was expected to happen…”

There was another beat of silence, each male looking at Yuu's stomach, placing the pieces together slowly as they realized she gestured below her stomach.

“Why…why did you…gesture…down there?” Silver spoke slowly, eyes making quick glances between Yuu's crotch, then to Malleus's blank face, then to Sebek's tearfully bewildered expression. Is…are they…?

Malleus says what all of them were fearfully thinking, “Is the blood coming out of you from your nethers!?”

“Ye.”

Lilia stood still, eyes wide as he openly stared at Yuu's crotch. This was…he had never heard of such a thing…

Malleus's hands quickly grabbed at Yuu's hips, magic flowing from his fingers in his panicked attempts to heal what he could only fear was internal ripping, “Why did no one tell me!?”

“I don't think you should be bleeding from there, Yuu?”

“Silver. Words can not describe how badly I wish I wasn't. But, sadly, yeah, this is completely natural for me to do. I wish I wasn't. I am so full of fucking hatred right now, I am a literal danger to my and everyone else's safety.”

Lilia made quiet work of prying Malleus off of Yuu, though he was clearly still concerned himself, “It's natural to bleed out of your nethers?”

“Where I'm from? Unfortunately yes.” Yuu shrugs, holding Malleus's hand as the horned fae tried to reattach himself to their side, “The pussy is a curse and the price must be paid in blood sadly.” They say it with a level of nonchalance that only has the Diasomnia crew looking at them in worry.

Malleus grips tighter to Yuu's hand, raising it to press a gentle kiss to their knuckles, “Please, there has to be something that can be done to ease this curse…”

“...” Yuu pulled Malleus to the living room, showing the plethora of blankets and pillows on the floor. Empty bottle and snack wrappers pushed to a corner of the rug in an effort to keep the cozy area of the floor clear. Yuu gestures to the darkened room, heavy curtains closed to enhance the perfect sleep environment, “You guys can do whatever around the house. But, if you wanna join me, I was about to lay down in the dark listening to sad music and take a nap.”

Sebek sneers, eyes squinted as he mumbled out, “It's 8am…?”

Yuu whips around, ignoring Malleus's worried fretting for their neck, “Hey, Sebek? You don't need to fucking be here.”

Sebek's sneer turned into a deep frown, his expression clearly showing how badly he wanted to yell back. But with their ‘illness’, plus Malleus's protective stance, he knew he'd quicker be scolded than actually get a sentence out.

“Wow, you are more full of hate. You normally let Sebek get at least four sentences out before telling him to be quiet.” Silver moves to sit on the couch, only to realize that Yuu had removed all of the larger cushions and used them as padding for the floor.

Malleus looked over the sad state of his lover's nest, frowning before he pulled Yuu closer to ask them quietly, “Would you mind if I fixed your nest? This looks…barely functional.”

Yuu smiles, bringing a hand up to pat Malleus's face gently, “Do as you please, Peligroso.”

Malleus kisses their palm before moving toward the mash-up of cushions, blankets, and - to his distaste - bloody towels. He first deconstructed the mess, organizing the materials he had before coming to the conclusion he needed more.

No one tried to stop Malleus as he walked out of the room, his pupils dilated as he busied himself in nest-making.

“Beastie, are you really well? Mundane for you aside, losing that much blood at a steady pace can't be good for you…” The scent of blood was off at that. Fresh blood was concerning enough, but the smell of old blood was not good if one was actively bleeding.

Yuu waves their hand, sneaking a towel from Malleus's separated piles to sit on, “No need to worry Lils; Crewel’s made sure I've been taking iron supplement potions, plus I'm still taking the multivitamin Riddle demanded I start at the beginning of the year once our beef ended.”

Malleus returns, bulks of blankets and pillows floating behind him into the room. He quickly turns a sharp eye toward Yuu, seeing one of the cleaner towels had been taken from his nest piles. But at seeing their smile, he could only sigh and begin building.

Lilia clicks his tongue, holding the old medical bag in his hands, “Well, I'm not sure how useful this gauze is going to be then if it coming out from such an area…I'm not sure you're open to the idea of it…being inserted.”

“I'm not.”

“Fair.” Lilia removed the bag from his shoulder, allowing it to drop to the ground. Walking closer to Malleus, yet still a few feet away, he started to teasingly offer his unwanted opinion of how his ‘mate’ would like the nest to look.

Silver and Sebek took seats on the ground closer to Yuu, the second year pulling the medical bag into his lap as he started to look through it, “While the gauze may be useless, I think there's some pain ointment still in here. Possibly a potion but it's long bitter by now…Oh.”

From inside the bag, Silver pulled out a simple arm cuff attached to a hand pump and dial. It looked old, but the metal holding it together still shined, “Lend me your arm, I want to check your blood pressure.”

“My blood pressure? Why?” Yuu still held their arm out, letting Silver gently clasp the cuff to their lower bicep, “I haven't felt light headed.”

“You might not have noticed if you've been bleeding as long as you have…” he starts to pump the bulb, the cuff growing tighter, “Just see it as a way for me to get peace of mind…”

Silver and Sebek watch the needle, their expressions slowly turning concerned at the reading.

Sebek whispered under his breath, one of his eyes twitching in annoyance as he reread the result, “Why is it high?”

Yuu blinked, looking at the dial before turning to Silver, “Yeah, that's…normal.”

“...Really?”

“I don't know, man. I'm 16, I've never had to know what my normal blood pressure is.”

Silver sighed, deflating the cuff and removing it, “Did you never take notice of it when you went to the doctor for check ups?”

“Silver, baby boy, I haven't been to the doctor since I was in elementary school. Do you not know how expensive a doctor appointment is?”

“I really hate when you say things like that…” Silver still didn't understand how a simple doctor's visit cost money. It was a universal service, all they'd have to do was walk into the nearest office and simply wait.

Yuu hummed, nodding her head, “I forget that you guys have free healthcare here…I kinda just conditioned myself to be ok with dying since the doctor was so expensive where I'm from.”

Silver sighed, fingers pressing against his temple, “Please, curb that habit. For all of our sakes…”

“You got a will to live in there then?”

“...” Silver looks through the bag, managing to pull out an antique-looking locket that held a graying, grainy photo of a confused-looking Malleus on one side and a more vivid photo of a sleeping infant Silver on the other, “I think this is what father uses?”

“Oh my god?” Yuu couldn't stop the bubbling laughter that started when they spoke. They cover their mouth and gently bring the locket closer to look at the photos. Only now do they realize Malleus in the photo has a small circlet of a crown on his forehead. There was no telling how old the photo was, possibly in a time the first camera was even made and Lilia got his hands on one.

They snort, letting the locket swing from their hand and allow Silver to place it back in the bag, “Ok…that works. I now have the strength to carry on.” From the corner of their eye, they can see Sebek's stern gaze staring into the side of their face, “Yes, Sebek? Can you be helped?”

The half-faes's face pinches together harder, lip curling up into a scowl as he looks away briefly. His mild avoidance was short-lived, turning back to Yuu with an expression of concern, “You're…You're okay now, correct?”

At Yuu and Silver's stunned expressions, Sebek grows more timid, thumbs twiddling together as he clasped his hands, “Ace’s texts didn't give much info. But even knowing that…that didn’t transpire, this is still a worrying state of affairs.” Sebek looks up from his hands, staring into Yuu's eyes with steady resolve, “We have our differences more than anything. But I count you as my comrade in ensuring Waka-Sama’s happiness. Your continued good health would be in the best interest of all!”

It was no secret that Yuu and Sebek did not get along. Their first official meeting was a brawl that neither walked away from unscathed (and Sebek left the fight with a secret he'd be taking to his grave under Lilia's instructions). They bickered, fought, and openly slandered each other every chance they got. Truely, the only things keeping them from killing each other were the facts they shared the same friend group and that Yuu was romantically involved with Malleus. Yuu was sure without those factors, Sebek would have actually declared them an enemy of Briar Valley itself.

So to see and hear the other first-year state that he was concerned was jarring at best.

Yuu stared at Sebek, the half-fae looking at them with an open and vulnerable expression as he waited for their truth. Honestly, were they ok? It'd been only a few days but this felt like the worst period Yuu had ever had. And seeing how their flow wasn't easing as it normally would, they were sure it was going to be longer than normal too. They were in pain, everyone was treating them as though they would shatter at the slightest inconvenience. They were free bleeding of all things…but, their friends cared and were each trying to make things better.

Azul and the Tweels had basically tried to cater their every meal, though they kept their distance; mer noses were so sensitive to blood after all. Crewel would come in the evenings with medication and conversation. Riddle was compiling a list of some kind with Jade, but he was using info from their “interview” to figure out ways to ease their symptoms. Ace and Deuce had both swore to actually take notes for once so that they wouldn't fall behind in their classes. Trey had texted a number of times, sneakily trying to gauge their temperament so he could ambush them with baked goods. Cater had sent several photos of wet, angry, disheveled-looking cats with the caption ‘this u?’ whenever they were in a bad mood.

Even just yesterday, Jack had basically appointed himself as their bodyguard, not allowing anyone closer than 2 feet from their person. Ruggie had gone into nursemaid mode and Yuu was mildly terrified at how prepared and willing he was to help them deliver a baby. Even Leona's lazy ass had helped. Held them while they cried all the way to their dorm, calling them at midnight just to check if they were sleeping and not up alone with their thoughts.

And now, the Diasomnia family unit had brought them a first aid kit. Not the correct move, but a show of concern either way. Looking into Sebek's face only cemented how cared for they were by their forged family. Yuu opened their mouth slightly as though to speak, waiting as Sebek perked up, leaning closer to fully hear what they were about to say.

Instead of words, all that escaped Yuu's mouth was a burp that traveled directly into Sebek's face.

The half-fae sputters, annoyance growing at Silver's near silent ‘Excuse you’ to the other human. He wiped at his face as though he could remove the air, growling before he pointed a finger at Yuu's smug little grin, “You should have been killed when your mother birthed you!”

“Sebek.”

Sebek quickly placed his hand in his lap, frowning hard as he looked down in an odd mixture of shame and anger. Malleus had turned around and scolded him almost instantly. The dragon fae was frowning, eyes filled with a disappointment only an older sibling could give. He stared long enough until Sebek finally relented and spoke through gritted teeth at Yuu.

“My deepest apologies. You are injured and I have no reason to…antagonize you. Please, forgive me…”

“Did that hurt to say, Sebek?”

Silver placed a hand on Yuu's shoulder, trying to not sigh or laugh their antics, “Yuu…”

Yuu smiled, tilting their head and nodding, “Apology accepted, Sebek. Just don't be mean to me, okay~?”

Translation; I'm going to milk this for your whole visit.

Sebek's frown curled so tight it could only be called a pout. But seeing how he didn't speak further, Yuu turned to speak directly to the 3rd years only to choke mildly at the new impressive structure taking up space adjacent to the fireplace.

What was once their sad faux floor bed set up was a large blanket nest. Pillows tastefully lining the sides for support and comfort, blankets laid together to cover the couch cushions while some were still free to wrap in. A large throw blanket suspended in the air by magic cloaks the whole structure like an open tent. It looked cozy, it looked inviting. Yuu almost hated how proud Malleus looked of his work.

“...” Yuu rolled their eyes, trying to hide their blush as they turned away from Malleus's increasingly smug face, “Ok, your nest is very impressive. Are you proud of yourself?”

“Not until you are in it.”

Lilia spoke quietly, eyes giving Malleus a playful warning look as he chuckled, “Remember you two, we're here with you…”

Yuu laughs, standing from their towel and stretching, “Alright, nap time.” They take care to place down the towel, climbing into the nest and making themselves comfortable in the structure. They had no actual animal-based DNA, but they felt the need to curl up and sleep for DAYS from their new cozy spot. Malleus had built the nest well.

Opening their eyes, they could barely stop the snort that tried to escape them. Malleus was pressed against the side of the nest, eyes wide and focused on them. Yuu tilted their head, smiling widening as Malleus tilted his head in response, “You wanna join me?”

The question makes Malleus lean back, eyes almost bulging out of his head before he manages to school his features, “So bold…As always.” He laughs from behind his hand, “I’m happy to see you are in better spirits compared to yesterday.”

Yuu casts him a confused glance, wondering just when the dragon fae had seen them yesterday. While Malleus made himself comfortable beside them, they looked at the remaining Diasomnia unit standing at attention around the nest, “You guys coming in?”

Lilia snorts, ignoring Mallues’s glare demanding they refuse Yuu’s invitation, “Are you sure, Beastie? We wouldn’t want to intrude…” His eyes lock on Malleus’s, communicating silently that if Yuu invited them into their nest, it’d be rude to deny their request.

“I mean I invited you in the first place.” They gesture to the empty space beside them and Malleus, “Plus, this thing has room for like four more people…”

Malleus mumbles under his breath, an arm wrapping around Yuu’s middle and bringing them closer to his body to nuzzle into their hair, “Or eight children…”

“What?”

“Hm?” Malleus pulls from their hair, smiling at their confused face before making himself comfortable against them again.

Lilia actually laughs this time, “Well, if you insist.”

Everyone climbs into the nest; Lilia pressed against Malleus’s side with Silver beside him already half asleep. Sebek had begrudgingly made his place beside Yuu, huffing as the human offered their hand to hold. Neither of them speaking when Sebek does grip their hand gently. Once everyone had seemed cozy, Yuu retrieved their phone from their pajama pants pockets, opening their ‘sad times’ playlist to start playing music. But the sound of a thud rings out from the kitchen, everyone turning to the noise in mild suspense. Soon, Grim enters the room with a bag of cookies clutched in his mouth.

Yuu raises an eyebrow but helps Grim climb his way into the nest, the cat curling up against their side squished between them and Sebek, “Was that you? Did you fall off of something-hold on.” They grab the bag of cookies from Grim, frowning once they realize what they were holding, “Are these the good cookies? You little shit, you said you ate the last of them!”

Grim grumbled, curling up tighter to Yuu’s side and swatting at their hand tugging on his ear, “I lied! You always hog them so when you left one day I hid them to snack on myself…But…” He huffed, looking at them from the corner of his eyes, “I think you need them more than I do…”

“...” Yuu sniffled, fanning their face as tears started to build in their eyes, “Grim…Grim…” They take a shuddering breath, ignoring the others watching them in worry, “I already threw up like twice yesterday from crying so hard, I’m not doing it again.”

“Parden?” Malleus’s brows creased. When did they throw up!? Just how severe was this illness?

Yuu waves his concerns off, tapping onto their ‘Sad Vibes’ playlist, setting it to shuffle before they connect to the lounge speakers, “It's not important, Malleus. I'm not gonna cry. We're gonna lay down in the dark and listen to sad songs and sleep.”

Sebek mumbles from beside Yuu, his free hand petting a softly purring Grim, “That seems to be the perfect setting to cry in…?”

Lilia gives Yuu a worried glance but doesn't agree nor disagree. He instead places a hand on Malleus’s shoulder, a silent effort to calm the dragon's fussing, “Well, if we're going to listen to music, just none of that Mitsuki woman please…”

Silver blinks his eyes open, tiredly looking to Lilia, “But I like the dog song.”

“...” Lilia sighs, his arm moving to wrap around Silver's shoulders and bringing him closer, “I…I know…”

Yuu tearfully laughed, laying their head onto a softly fretting Malleus. Their weak laughter breaks from teary into genuine amusement as the first song starts.

My baby, my baby…

Leaning over Malleus, snickering as the dragon fae gently presses her head back down to his chest as a silent command to sleep, Yuu whispers to Lilia, “I’m sorry…”

Lilia’s smile is strained, his grip on a sleeping Silver slowly increasing as he fought against his own emotions, “No you're not…”

The nap lasted far too long, Malleus thought to himself. The dragon fae didn't actually sleep, but he kept watch of his family as they did. Silver of course slept, curled up in Lilia's intense embrace before the bat general eased into a light sleep. Though Sebek had been the most against the nap, he had dozed off not long after Silver. One hand still gripping onto Yuu’s while the other resting on a snoring Grim's back.

Yuu was out almost immediately after Sebek, a content smile on their face as they curled up to Malleus's chest. A smile he watched slowly fade through the hours. A common occurrence as one slept, something he's learned from years of watching Silver. What concerned him were the twitches and grimaces of pain that started to increase the longer they stayed asleep. He didn't want to wake Lilia to ask for advice, the older fae having spent most of his night in worry over Yuu's condition and it didn't help he wasn't a morning person normally.

But if the discomfort was enough to affect Yuu's sleep, it was no wonder they felt the need to nap so early in the morning. They possibly hadn't slept the night before from pain alone. He had spent a few moments thinking how he could help, an arm around their waist and a hand pressed to their lower stomach to ease magic from his fingertips. His healing magic wasn't nearly as refined as he wanted. No matter how much magic he poured in, there were no wounds to be closed on the surface. But he could feel how Yuu would curl into his palm, almost trying to trap the heat close to them.

So for the past two hours he laid in a nest with his fiancé, his father, his brother, his brother's ‘friend’, and a cat; palm pressed just above his lover's mysteriously bleeding anatomy to act as a glorified hot water bottle.

Though he had no true method of knowing, he felt as though his grandmother was laughing at his predicament.

And while he did find the lyrics and vocals of Miss Amy Lee to be rather enchanting, he felt relieved to hear the music stop playing abruptly and a shrill beeping take its place. He couldn't help but smile, listening to everyone minus Silver groan at the sound of the alarm. Lilia huffed, snuggling his nose into Silver's hair while the human knight remained perfectly asleep. Sebek had pouted but still sat up, blinking in mild confusion as to where he was. Yuu had tried to bury their head in the space between his arm and chest, a hand reaching out blindly to no doubt silence the alarm.

As much as Malleus enjoyed his loved ones sleeping peacefully around him, he didn't think letting them sleep anymore was the correct choice. He smiled, easily catching Yuu's hand to gently kiss their knuckles, “My dear. I do believe your nap is over now.”

Yuu groans, but doesn't try to pull away, “At least turn the alarm off…”

Lilia clicks his tongue, finally pulling away from Silver to sleepily reach for Yuu's still blaring phone, “I got it…”

“Thanks-ack!” They were batted in the face by Grim's increasingly annoyed tail, the dire beast fighting to stay asleep from the rising noise. A move that had Yuu sneezing after a few moments.

The fae and Grim instantly snapped to attention. Yuu's sneeze was quickly followed by an overwhelming scent of blood. The sudden change in the atmosphere instantly waking Silver. Sebek had tightened his grip on Yuu's hand, almost as though he were helping them to brace against pain. Grim scrambled away from their side, moving to frown and shake from the other side of Sebek.

Malleus brought both his arms to wrap around Yuu's body. How could he let his guard down in such a way? They were sick. Why did he assume a nap was the correct choice to make? They should be in the care of a professional. Now they had clearly torn something, or something had hemorrhaged and they were bleeding out internally-

Lilia turned the alarm off, quickly kneeling and placing his hands on Yuu's knees, “Yuu, I know you said this was natural. But this is concerning. As your future midwife, I implore you allow me to check there isn't actual damage to yourself.”

“I- Lilia, I'm fine. I just sneezed.” Sneezing on one’s period was never nice, sure. Yuu fully felt as though they just forced out half their bladder even though they knew that wasn't the case. “It happens sometimes. The clenching just makes blood come out.”

Malleus growls, his arms tightening around Yuu's body. Lilia was right. No matter how much Yuu claimed it was normal and routine, they shouldn't be bleeding like this, “My love, please. Let him check. Lilia has more medical training than possibly anyone on campus. Just allow him to check.”

“Malleus-”

“Please…” Malleus pleads, concern clear on his and the other's face.

“...” Yuu rolls their eyes but starts to shimmy their pajama pants down, “Fine. If it'll calm you down.”

Sebek and Silver instantly look away, though both shuffle closer in an act to box Yuu in so that no one else could see the human’s privates.

Lilia was quiet, eyes looking unblinkingly at what he could only describe a mess. He was careful, only touching Yuu's anatomy for brief moments to send pings of magic through the flesh to search for opened wounds. But other than the blood he couldn't find anything that would call for concern. Leaning back he sighed, bringing the back of his hand to rub at his eyes, “By the Seven, this is a mess…”

“Wow, Lilia. I'm so happy you're here to stare into my abyss and call it a fucking mess.” Yuu glared, hoping their voice carried just how annoyed they were, “Really, I'm so glad.”

“My apologies, Beastie. I just haven't seen a vagina in this bloody a state since Sebek was born…”

Sebek half turned around, expression vaguely disgusted and horrified, “What?”

Yuu snorts, shaking Sebek’s hand still holding theirs in a way of gaining his attention, “Wow, Sebek, way to wreck your mom’s pussy.”

Sebek retaliated, using their still joined hands to twist and force Yuu’s arm into a painful bend. Yuu had quickly tried to escape his hold, both by wiggling their trapped arm and also using their free hand to slap at Sebek’s face while making repeated yelps of pain. Sebek had managed to dodge only a few hits until a bolt of lightning hit just outside, the flash sending the room into a blinding state before the light faded. Malleus glared down at Sebek, silently demanding the half-fae release his fiance.

Once freed, Yuu instantly pointed toward Sebek while looking at Lilia with wide eyes. Their tone coming out vaguely whining and childish, “He twisted my arm!”

Sputtering, Sebek looked between Yuu and Lilia. Pointing back at her while he looked at Lila pleading that he hears him out, “She talked about my mother’s vagina!”

“...” Lilia sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before speaking, “Sebek, don’t twist Yuu’s arm; she’s already in pain. Yuu, don’t talk about Sebek’s mother’s vagina; you know he doesn’t like that.”

“Did that hurt to say?” Silver looked at his father, half joking but delivered in such a painfully serious way that Lilia could only sigh harder.

Malleus’s expression only grew more concerned, arms wrapping tighter around Yuu and allowing his palms to heat a bit more. He only relaxed as Yuu themselves eased a bit more in his hold, “Yuu, please. Tell me what is causing this, If not for your own sake, but my own, I need to know. I have never been more distressed and on edge than these past few days. It isn't helpful either that you continue to be nonchalant, I dare say you've hurt my feelings with how you've been handling this…

“...” Yuu takes their time to pull their pajama pants back up, moving to sit up fully to look at Malleus directly, “Malleus, you're completely valid for feeling upset with me about all of this. In hindsight, I really should have just told you guys instead of disregarding Crewel’s attempts to keep this on the downlow for the sake of campus sanity. I fucked up, I will take that L. But I want you to know and consider that I have been in pain, tired, sad, and enraged both consistently and erratically for days. Do you really think the correct choice right now is to complain to me…about how my period…is making you feel?”

…

Malleus blinked, eyes darting to Lilia who only shook his head at Malleus's silent question. He looked down, then back to Yuu who was staring at him silently, almost waiting for him to answer incorrectly, “...I would still like to discuss this at a later date…when you are well again.”

“I'll make sure to set a meeting up with Azul, so that we both remember. Thank you for understanding…” Yuu's mood does a 180, now smiling and trying to stand from Malleus's arms, “Anyway, it's like noon now right? I know I have a bunch of stale tortillas and shredded cheese in the kitchen so we can make quesadillas-”

Malleus refused to remove his arms from around Yuu, basically pulling the human back into his lap, “I would like to speak about why you're dodging my question though.”

Yuu hummed, looking up to Malleus's face as they slowly twisted a strand of their hair, “...What are you talking about?”

“You are…well aware of what I've been asking you.”

“I'm really not.”

“Yuu-”

“You're sounding crazy right now.”

Malleus scoffs, rolling his eyes playfully, “Don't attempt to gaslight me. I keep asking you what caused this ailment or how I can ease this plague and you…don't answer me.” Malleus narrows his eyes, arms wrapping tighter against Yuu's body when they subtly tried to move away from him again, “Do you simply wish to…not tell me?”

“...” Yuu sighed, resting their head against Malleus’s shoulder. They smile, looking up into his eyes with a soft affection, “You know I love you right?”

“Your feminine wiles aren't getting you out of this. Answer my question.”

Silver speaks up, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, “Malleus, they may not have an answer as to what caused it…”

Sebek grunts from Yuu's side, eyes casting a worried look back to the other freshman's covered anatomy, “If they don't know what caused it then that's even more concerning. This could be a serious medical emergency and we're all twiddling our thumbs because the one who's ill says they're fine.”

“I am fine. I just…don't wanna say why this happens…”

Lilia perks up, raising an eyebrow as he rests his chin on Yuu's now pressed together knees, “So this illness is triggered?”

“Yes? No?” Yuu huffs, raising their hands in a form of defeat, “It just happens man. But like…for a reason.”

Malleus frowned, almost pouting as he gently moved Yuu's chin to make them look directly into his eyes, “Yuu. My dear. I'm deeply concerned. Please, just tell me what causes this so we may prevent it…”

“...” Yuu sighs, closing their eyes before opening them, “...This happens when I don't get pregnant.”

…

Silver fully turns to Yuu, eyes focusing on the other human as though he could physically see through what he begged was a lie, “Are…Are you serious?”

“Like the fucking heart attack that will take Sebek out one day.”

“Hey-”

“Oh!” Malleus smiles, his eyes shining to the point Yuu was certain they were glowing, “This is easily fixed then.”

Yuu continued to smile, shaking their head knowing what the dragonfae was going to suggest, “...Malleus…”

“I simply need to impregnate you. Then you won't be affected by this plague again.”

“...” Yuu sighed, “No…”

“...” Malleus's expression falls back into an angered pout, “Why not?”

“It doesn't work that way…”

“...” His expression deepens, “How does it not ‘work that way’ exactly?”

Lilia patted Yuu's leg, flicking his head toward the entryway of the lounge as a silent command to Sebek and Silver, “We're gonna go…”

Yuu turned away from Malleus, blinking at Lilia in astonishment as the fae and other Diasomnia pair stand up, “Now why the fuck would you do that?”

Silver was kind enough to scoop Grim into his arms, the dire beast still shivering from the sudden scent of blood, “We’ve come to an agreement that we’d leave the room when you two start fighting.”

“We aren’t even fighting…” Yuu muttered under their breath, making a point to not look toward Malleus’s upset face. They’re pretty sure they’d start giggling at how frustrated he’s being about this.

Sebek shakes his head, already walking out of the room, “You become incredibly uncivil to everyone when you and Waka-Sama have disagreements. Lilia-Sama is right in having us leave the area before you two really start…”

“We aren’t fighting?”

“We’re fighting a little…” Malleus mutters under his breath, glaring off to the side.

Yuu glares over their shoulder, “No, we aren’t.”

Lilia walked behind Silver, holding his hands up as they left the room, “We’re gonna go. We'll make you two those quesadillas!” He ignored Yuu’s wide eyed stare, closing the doors of the lounge behind him and leaving Yuu and Malleus alone in the room.

The silence was loud, the two of them sitting comfortably in the nest. After a few more moments of quiet, Yuu sighs loudly, tucking their head to Malleus's chest and nuzzling into him gently.

Malleus sighs himself, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of Yuu's head, “My love…please. You're hurting and I don't understand why you won't let me help in the best way I can…”

“Because it wouldn't actually help, Malleus.” They felt bad. It hadn't really hit them just how out of the realm of reality their period was to everyone. Sure the event itself could be scary in their old world, the amount of first period horror stories only grew as the years went on. But to have no frame of reference… the concept of a period sounded downright terrifying.

“How?” Malleus huffed, an air of frustration growing. Were they joking around? Deliberately speaking in circles to annoy him as a tease? “You said this happens if you don't get pregnant. If you get pregnant, then you will not have to deal with this ailment.”

At Yuu's own frustrated sigh, Malleus's eyes widen, “Is…is it too late?” A feeling of guilt starts to grow in him. Were they meant to be impregnated at a specific time? Had a window of opportunity been missed? Was this the rest of Yuu's life now; bleeding out of their intimates and crying so hard they were forced to purge?

Yuu couldn't help but chuckle at Malleus's face, reaching up to bring the worried fae closer for a gentle kiss. They speak as they pull away, “Calm down. This isn't going to last forever and I'll be back to normal by the end of the week at worst.”

Malleus curls around them, his hand still a gentle heat on their lower stomach, “But why wouldn't we simply skip this and just…start our agreement now? If the trigger for this ailment is that you weren't impregnated, why can't we have our child now so that you won't have to suffer this way.”

“I'll be honest with you, Malleus. It's literally because I don't wanna be a teen mom; that's the main reason. But also…there's no guarantee my period would stop during a pregnancy. Plus it'll still come back like a few months after having the baby…”

“...” Malleus pulls away from Yuu, staring at them in a silent state of confusion but his eyes were screaming, “Why…would you get the period…if you're pregnant? Isn't that…you stated you get your period if you don't get pregnant?”

“That is correct, yes.”

“...But…you could also…get your period…if you are pregnant?”

“Ye…”

“...”

Another long stretch of silence passed in the room and Yuu felt as though they could physically see the gears turning in Malleus's head. Double checking the math one would say.

“...Then what's the point of it?”

Yuu snickers under their breath, “Well, I don't think I'm knowledgeable enough to really give you the TED talk about the Tree of Knowledge and the original sin…”

“...” Malleus placed a hand on their forehead, “Are you…have you gained a fever? Is delirium a symptom of your period?”

“I'm not crazy, shut up.” Yuu pushes Malleus's hand off of their face with a grin. Cozying back into his embrace, one of their hands resting on his pressed to their lower stomach, “Periods are weird and horrible and I do not have the answers you're seeking sadly.”

Malleus could only sigh, feeling a pit growing in his mind and heart as he felt his uselessness to his love in this situation, “Is there anything you'll allow me to do? I only wish to help you during this…”

Yuu hums, reaching up to gently cupping Malleus's cheek, “This is plenty. Just…hold me and tell me you love me…”

“I love you, dear.” Malleus smiles, soft and kind as he nuzzled into Yuu's palm, “Though I'm loathed and disconcerted, I'm delighted to know I can at least help in this way…”

“I am too. You surprisingly make a great heating pad.”

Malleus moves to remove his hand, “Oh, is my hand too warm-”

Yuu quickly grips at Malleus's hand, face still calm and content but their fingernails bite into the fae's skin, “If you take this hand off of my body I will rip your spine out of you through your asshole.”

“Ah…”

They sat in comfortable silence, Malleus only mildly terrified at the visual of his spine being removed from his body by force. Their serene atmosphere half ended by Lilia happily bursting into the room with a plate of slightly charred quesadillas.

“Lunch time~!” Lilia walked to the nest, kneeling down and holding out the least burnt tortilla to Yuu's face, “Pspspspspspsps.”

Yuu's eyes snap open, a wild smile on their face as Malleus chuckled and kept them locked in his arms, “Lilia Vanrouge, I will break the fucking bones in your ears. Did Cater tell you to do this!?”

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The Right Person - Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Summary: You're good friends with Jack Hotchner, and his dad finds you crying at a house party.

Contents/Warnings: best friend's dad!hotch, legal age gap (reader is over 18), mutual pining, soft!hotch, mention of alcohol/drugs, cheating (reader's unnamed, faceless boyfriend), hurt/comfort, fem!reader

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Very few things are more embarrassing than crying at a party. You're wading through a sea of high, hammered young adults, and even if they're too out of their minds to notice the tears on your cheeks, you feel like a fool for letting them fall.

You probably shouldn't have been as naive as you were going into your relationship. You'd been blinded by the prospect of someone being interested in you, and you hadn't stopped to consider the odd behavior he'd presented. You didn't want to be the overbearing girlfriend and check his phone, but walking in on him sucking face with someone else was just about all the evidence you'll ever need.

So now you're crying, stumbling down the hall and into the front yard for a breath of fresh air. Inside it's stuffy, booze and weed clouding the air and burning at your lungs. The front steps feel like a new beginning, away from your asshole (now) ex-boyfriend and the shitty music blaring from the house.

You're not offered much solace, though, because sirens blare through the streets. You squint through your teary eyes at a squad of cop cars that screech into the driveway, black SUVs trailing behind them. Fear drags your stomach down to your feet, because despite knowing that you're sober, you still probably hold some accountability for whatever drugs they're doing in there.

You're the only one outside, save for a couple moonbathing around the side yard, but the cops start for the front door. It means you're scrambling out of the way, tempted to put your hands up just in case.

"Miss," One of the officers glances at you, "Go home. We're shutting this down."

"Oh- okay," You stammer, nodding and wiping a tear from your eye, "I-um... I have to call an uber."

The officers don't pay you any regard after that, streaming into the house. It's only when you're fumbling clumsily with your phone that anyone engages with you, and the booming voice that travels over the lawn brings immense comfort to you.

"Y/N?" It's Aaron Hotchner, Jack's dad. You'd become fast friends with Jack through a couple of shared community college courses, and you'd come to know his dad from study sessions and movie nights.

"Mr. Hotchner," You breathe, reaching up to smear a tear off of your cheek, "I- Are you- what's going on?"

"The neighbors complained about the noise" He explains, jogging across the grass to reach out for your shoulder, "What happened? Are you alright? Why are you crying?"

"I'm okay," You sniffle, now infinitely more embarrassed to be caught blubbering by your best friend's very attractive dad, "We all have to leave?"

"Don't worry about that," He murmurs, shrugging his windbreaker off of his shoulders and wrapping it around your own. Your top is sheer and too-short, and the cold air had been nipping at your skin. His jacket is warm, soft, and you realize with an aggressive heat to your cheeks, it smells like him.

"Now," He tries again, keeping his jacket securely over your shoulders, "What happened? Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm alright," You shake your head, chin to your chest, "It's dumb, it's nothing. I- I need to call an uber, I'll-"

"I will drive you home," Aaron promises, voice soothing as his hand brushes over your back, "But I need to know what's wrong."

"I don't-" You stammer, eyes rolling at how silly you sound while another wave of tears streams down your cheeks, "It's just- my boyfriend, I saw him kissing someone else. Really, it's dumb, it's nothing."

Aaron doesn't respond, not right away, but you know he's heard you. You know by the momentary tightening of his grip on your shoulder, the way that his fingers dig into your skin like he's trying to make a fist but you're getting in the way. Then he eases up, touches all soft and gentle.

"I'm sorry, honey." He coos, stepping against your chest to wrap you in a hug. He rubs your back, up and down, up and down, up and down, until you're sniffling and sobbing into his chest. He keeps his arms around you, strong and firm, his cheek flush with the crown of your head as partygoers stream out of the house around you.

He's the epitome of comfort, all sweet, low reassurances and grounding touches. He murmurs only loud enough for you to hear as you curl your fingers into his shirt, 'He didn't deserve you, honey.' and, 'You're better off without him.'

"I just didn't see it coming," You admit lamely, your voice muffled against his chest. He doesn't ease up on the hug, and you're grateful for that. The last thing you'd want to do is make him uncomfortable, but he seems to realize you need comfort right now.

"Jack... always had his thoughts about him." Aaron admits, "But I think he kept them to himself, he didn't want to ruin things for you."

"I could tell," You sigh, nestled snugly into Aaron's chest, "I... I thought they just needed time to get used to each other, you know? Like, get to know each other. But I guess not, I guess Jack was right."

"Don't tell him that," Aaron teases, "It'll go straight to his head."

You laugh, albeit weakly, against Aaron's chest, and he takes it as a win.

"Okay," He hums, giving one last broad sweep of his hand over your back, "Let's get you into the car. It's late, you should get home and get to sleep."

"Thank you for taking me home," You sniffle letting him lead you with an arm around your shoulders to one of the SUVs, "Are you sure it's okay to just take one? Weren't there other people riding with you?"

"They'll figure it out." Aaron assures you, knowing Derek will have to bite the bullet and sit in the middle seat of the back row, something he always takes an extra SUV to avoid doing, "It's okay."

Aaron helps you into the passenger's seat, even tugging at your seatbelt when you struggle to wrestle it over his jacket.

"Here," He reaches for the strap, easing it up and over a fold of the jacket that it was stuck in, "Let me."

He clicks it into place for you, and you smile tearily up at him.

He leaves you with a pat to your knee, then shuts the door.

You hear him call something to, presumably, another agent, trying not to think too hard about whatever team member of his you're depriving of a seat. Aaron doesn't let you think much about it, though, because as soon as you're pulling away from the curb, tears no longer pouring down your cheeks, the interrogation starts.

"What were you doing at a party, anyways?" Aaron glances over at you, a frown creasing his brows, "You're not the drinking type."

"I didn't go to get drunk," You shrug, "I went 'cause my boyfriend invited me."

"He invited you," Aaron repeats, "And then... wow."

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry," Aaron looks at you, stopped at a signal just outside of the neighborhood, "Really. That's awful. You deserve so much better than that."

"Thank you, Mr. Hotchner," You sniffle, "I really appreciate how kind you're being. The ride, and- and the jacket, and-"

"It's no problem," He assures you, looking you in the eyes through the mirror, "That's what you deserve, sweetheart. You don't need to thank me for it."

You have the ironic urge to thank him again.

"And you can call me Aaron." He reminds you, smiling knowingly at your reflection, "You know that."

He's made a point to tell you time and time again that you're allowed to call him by his first name. During impromptu, mid-study-session dinners, at pick-ups in the college parking lot, but you've never felt acquainted with him before, not like this. Wearing his jacket while he drives you home after a ten minute hug seems a lot better of a reason to use his first name than seeing him in passing while you're laughing with Jack.

"Aaron," You mumble, and he chuckles warmly.

You don't have much time to enjoy the sound, even if it flips your stomach into cartwheels. You wish you could savor it, but you watch Aaron take a wrong turn to your house, and a frown tugs your brows down.

"Uh, I live that way," You point behind you, "It's okay, you can just turn up there, I think."

"We're stopping somewhere first," He explains, car bouncing as he pulls into the parking lot of a convenience store, "Come with me?"

You nod, wordlessly, climbing out of the car. He's already around to your side when you step out, looking only a little upset that he hadn't gotten to open the door for you. He shuts it, though, and catches his jacket when it slips from around your shoulders.

"Oh-! Here," He holds the material open, urging you to fit your arms through the slots, "Put it on, honey."

You blame his honey-sweet tone of voice for how clumsy you are in slipping into the jacket. It's unfair, really, how he's treating you like a precious thing, wrapping you in his jacket and driving you home. Then he zips it for you, all the way up to your chin, and you think you're in love.

The cool night air feels even more now like a fresh start. Thoughts of your awful ex-boyfriend have been looming over you the entire time, but they ebb away with each caring gesture Aaron shows you. It takes every ounce of self control in your body not to tackle him into a kiss when he takes your hand, leading you into the convenience store.

He beelines for the frozen section, grabbing a handheld basket on the way. He stops you right in front of the ice creams, only dropping your hand to gesture at the display case.

"Go ahead," He urges you, "Pick some. That's proper breakup ritual, I hear."

"Aaron, no-!"

"It's a rite of passage," He cuts you off, something stern in his eyes even if they're primarily kind, "Just- here. You like cookies and cream, right?" He eyes a container of the flavor behind the glass, and you nod tentatively, wondering how he'd remembered. You'd only eaten it once at his house, and he'd only known because he'd caught you washing your bowl out, and insisted on doing it himself because you were a guest.

He pushes the basket into your hands, and you watch begrudgingly as he takes two quarts of ice cream from the shelf. You protest weakly as he ushers you to the counter, but he shushes you gently, stepping in front of you to pay.

"Aaron," You mumble, cheeks hot and voice whiny as he waits for the cashier to ring him up. You knock your face against his back, burying it there for safekeeping, and he reaches back to pat your side.

The total isn't egregious, but it's more than you're happy with him spending on you. Of course, you don't have cash, so you're unable to pay him back, either. You'll have to slip Jack money the next time you see him, but you have a sneaking suspicion he'd use it at the school's vending machine instead.

"Thank you," You gush, voice still thick with embarrassment and cheeks still burning as Aaron leads you back to the SUV. He's slipped his hand back into yours, and he tucks the ice cream at your feet when you're settled into your seat.

"Again," He urges, resting his hand over your own where they lay in your lap, "Don't thank me. I'm only treating you like you deserve."

If he notices the monumental smile you try to bite back, he doesn't tease you about it.

He pulls into your driveway shortly after, with no further detours. You're renting a little ground-floor condo, and he walks you to your door with your ice cream in hand.

"Alright," He sighs, passing the bag over to you, "I think you have to watch a romance movie with this," He glances at the bag, "It's the law, I'm pretty sure."

"Oh, yeah?" You grin, the expression brighter than it would have been a half-hour ago, "What if I don't? Are the police gonna show up?"

"I will," He threatens, a warm smile on his face, "And I'm a bit of an ice cream fiend, so don't tempt me."

"Well there's two quarts..." You raise your brows, a silent invitation.

"I don't want to intrude," He starts, but you cut him off before he can even try.

"Mr.- Aaron," You hesitate, voice coming out meager where you want it confident, "I really don't want to be alone right now."

You almost expect him to leave. Sure, he'd been sweet to you tonight. But you're nervous that his sympathy was temporary, and that it's waning. So you stare at his shirt instead of his eyes, and you miss the way his gaze softens.

"Okay." He nods, one foot stepping forwards towards the threshold of your condo, "Okay honey. I'll stay."

Your condo isn't much. You're a college student, not a CEO, and your shoddy furniture tells that story. Aaron doesn't seem to mind, though, setting the bag on the counter and rummaging for spoons.

"You sure you want to share?" He eyes you where you've sat yourself on the couch, quarts and spoons in hand as he joins you.

"I'm sure," You nod, reaching for the tv remote, "I think I'd get sick if I ate two cartons."

A romance movie isn't hard to find, but you feel yourself developing a pounding headache from the exhaustion of crying. The ice cream is sweet on your tongue, cookies crunching between your teeth and staining them dark. You munch through the first half of the movie, digging into the carton with a greedy spoon each time. You don't even breach the halfway point before you have to stop, eyes closing and head pounding.

Aaron's similarly engaged with his ice cream, spoon upside-down in his mouth as he sucks it clean. You try not to stare at his mouth, but you're bashful as you place the lid back on your ice cream tub.

"I'm gonna beat you," Aaron boasts, digging his spoon back in for more ice cream, "Quitter."

"Go ahead," You sigh, head lolling back against the cushions. Your voice is colored with defeat, sad and dull. Aaron suspects it's not just about your unspoken ice cream eating contest.

"C'mere," He sighs, jamming his spoon into his ice cream and wrapping his now free arm around your shoulders. He urges you against his shoulder, something that you'd wanted to do since the moment you'd sat down, but didn't have the guts to.

"I'm sorry, honey." He reminds you as you lay your head against his shoulder, his constant slew of sympathy warming your chest, "He's an idiot."

"I feel like the idiot," You admit, voice in a low grumble, "I should have known it was too good to be true."

He pauses, stiffens, shifts. He's turned to face you, now, nudging your head off of his shoulder so he can look you in the eye. He's frowning, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, like... I dunno." You sigh in defeat, "I wasn't exactly everyone's dream girl in high school. And when I started college and everyone seemed older and more mature, it was comforting, like a fresh start. And then he took an interest in me, and I felt like things were finally starting to work for me, like I was finally a girl that guys liked. And then... well, you know the story. It just feels like I should have known better."

All the while, through your confession, Aaron's face has twisted itself into the deepest frown you've ever seen on the man. It looks like it's embedded permanently into his features, like he's stuck there from now on. It's almost cartoonish, and you'd laugh if you weren't so sad.

"Don't say that." He orders, voice stern.

"What?"

"Don't say that." He repeats, "This is not your fault. You were not supposed to see it coming, nor does it mean that people don't like you. College boys are..." He deliberates carefully on his word choice, seeing as he has one himself, "Impulsive. And impulsivity can sometimes be channeled into some pretty stupid shit. Like cheating on your girlfriend. Okay? It's not your fault that college boys are stupid."

"But-" You start with a choked voice, and his disapproving glare intensifies, "He wouldn't have cheated on me if I wasn't doing something wrong, would he? Or- or maybe I just am wrong, maybe I'm just not the type of person that's good enough to make someone stay."

"That is," He rushes to reply, reaching up to thumb a tear away from the apple of your cheek, "The dumbest thing I've ever heard." His hand rests there now, flush to your face, and there's a cold stripe down the middle where he'd been holding his spoon. His fingers are chilly too, but they warm against your skin.

"You are not wrong, there is nothing about you that makes you 'not good enough'. I can think of a thousand things that make you wonderful, but not one dealbreaker. Listen to me, please." He's leaning in, getting closer and closer with every word that tumbles from his lips, "There are people who fall in love with serial killers. No one is unlovable, certainly not you."

"But- but those people fall in love with serial killers because they're serial killers. That's- that's a thing about them, that's a lifestyle that people glorify. No one glorifies mediocrity, Aaron," Your heart sinks, "And that's what I am. I'm mediocre, maybe I'm good enough to take home for a night but I'm not good enough to live with."

In all of your frantic blubbering, you'd avoided eye contact with Aaron. Snapping back to focus, though, you see that it's impossible now, that he's close enough that your noses are brushing, and his breath is fanning over your mouth. Your own breath hitches in your throat, and your heart pounds.

His eyes, once stern and disapproving, are soft around the edges. They're chocolatey, and they speak to his sweet soul that's compelling him to stroke his thumb over the pudge of your cheek. You think for all the world that he's going to kiss you, you almost beg for it, but at the last minute, he tilts his head down, not forwards.

His forehead presses to your own, and his eyes shut.

"You are," He murmurs, holding you close, keeping your face flush to his, "The perfect girl. You're sweet, you're kind, you're funny, you're caring, you're so pretty, you're hardworking, you're resilient, you are... I could name a thousand other things. And, one day," His eyes flutter open, staring into your own as best he can at such a close proximity, "The right person will tell you that."

Aaron is the right person. He has to be, you can't imagine anyone else in the world being as kind or sweet with you as he is. And after all, that's what he says you deserve, right? The way his hand fits around your face seems like a piece of your puzzle you'd never known was missing until it snapped into place, and if you could steal his voice sea-witch style just to hear it all day long, you would.

It's a staring contest, and you blink first.

"I'm glad you told me," You admit, voice thick with emotion. You're not sure whether he picks up on the fact that you're designating him as the right person or not, but you choose not to think about it as he pulls you impossibly closer.

"Don't thank me," He reminds you, "it's what you deserve. Are you tired?"

"Yeah." You admit, slumping your forehead against him even as he tries moving away. It means that your skin slips against his lips, and he presses them into a pucker against your head. You'll savor the feeling forever.

"Go to sleep," He urges you, hand still on your cheek to guide it back to his shoulder. You curl into him much easier now, feeling lovey enough even to wrap your arms around one of his own. The movie plays forgotten on the tv, and your eyes shut to the vision of Aaron's lap, ice cream abandoned between his thighs. It's a nice image, but one you can't think too hard about while sleepy.

His hand comes up from where it had been draped over the cushions behind you to rub your back. He applies soft, gentle pressure, stroking up and down over the fabric of your- his jacket, one that you hope he doesn't take off of you before he leaves. It's grounding, and it only makes you burrow into him more.

The way you know he's the right person for sure is by fighting sleep. You want to conserve your time with Aaron, and you don't want to forget the feeling of his tender touches. You're in that floaty space between sleep and consciousness, somewhere with bodliy sensation but little cognitive ability. Your brain is pleasantly cloudy, and Aaron's hand on your back never stops.

When your breathing evens out, Aaron thinks you're asleep. You feel him shift ever-so-slightly, and you're worried he'll leave you. But he doesn't, he gets even closer, and you feel his lips land on the crown of your head.

"Perfect," He murmurs into your scalp, vibrations thrumming through your skull and wriggling their way into your brain, cementing the thought there, "G'night, sweetheart."

You drift to sleep knowing, without a doubt, that Aaron is the right person for you.

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swiftiethatlovesf1 · 4 months ago

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A race for love p.9

Hii guyss, I hope you enjoy this part and if you've missed, part 8 or the other parts you can find them on my masterlist.

- Silverstone 2023 -

You wake up with a smile, the memories of last night flooding back—Franco’s sweet words, the kiss, the excitement of being with him. Just as you’re about to get lost in the memory, your phone buzzes. It's a message from Franco, and your heart skips a beat.

Franco: Morning, princesa. Last night was fun, but I miss you already.

You bite your lip, feeling your cheeks warm as you type back.

You: Morning! Yeah, last night was amazing. I had so much fun too. Are you always this charming this early, or is it just with me?

Franco: Only with you.

You smile, unable to stop the giddiness rising within you.

You: I miss you too. I hope you aren’t causing too much trouble in the F3 paddock without me.

Franco: Nah, it’s boring without you. I mean, what’s the point of winning races if I don’t get a kiss from you afterward?

You laugh, rolling your eyes at his playful tone.

You: Win the race, and we’ll see what happens. 😉

Franco: Deal. Now hurry up and come see me—I need some luck.

But before you can reply, your phone rings again. It’s your dad.

“Where are you?” he asks, sounding a bit frantic. “We’re short-handed today, and I need you at McLaren. It’s race day, Y/N! We’re swamped.”

Sighing, you know there’s no avoiding the chaos. “On my way, Dad,” you answer, reluctantly setting aside your conversation with Franco.

You arrive at McLaren, where the morning blurs in a flurry of activity. Lando’s pole has everyone on edge, preparing for what’s likely to be a thrilling race. You spend most of the day helping the crew, darting around to make sure everything is in place. Unfortunately, that means no time to sneak away to see Franco as you'd hoped.

However, Franco’s texts keep you smiling throughout the chaos.

Franco: Not even a quick break to come say hi? I’m hurt.

You: I’m stuck helping my dad! But I’m sending you virtual kisses for good luck.

Franco: Virtual? Come on, Y/N, I deserve the real thing after last night.

You: Maybe later.

After the race, things get wild. Lando finishes second, and the team is ecstatic. The motorhome becomes a mini-celebration, with everyone cheering, clapping, and passing drinks around. Seeing an opportunity to slip away unnoticed, you sneak out and head toward the F3 paddock to find Franco.

As you walk, you type out a quick message to Franco, letting him know you're on your way. Before you can hit send, you hear a familiar voice behind you.

“Y/N!”

You turn to see Oliver approaching, a curious expression on his face. “Did you ever figure out who sent you that weird message?” he asks.

You shake your head. “Not yet, but I talked to Franco about it.”

Oliver’s eyebrows raise slightly. “And?”

“I trust him. He didn’t seem to know anything about it, and he was pretty upset that someone would write that,” you explain, sensing that Oliver has more to say on the matter.

His lips press into a thin line, and after a moment, he lets out a small sigh. “I still think it’s odd. You should be careful.”

You nod, though you feel a twinge of doubt. “You’re right. It’s just… I don’t know who else it could be. It’s a little unnerving.”

Oliver’s gaze softens, and he hesitates before speaking again. “You know, if anything else happens, you should keep me posted.” He pauses, then adds, “Do you mind if I get your number? Just in case.”

Caught off guard, you smile and nod. “Sure.” You exchange numbers quickly, and just as you’re about to continue your conversation, another voice interrupts.

“Hey, you must be Y/N!”

You look up to see Kimi Antonelli, the Formula Regional driver, smiling brightly as he walks over to you and Oliver. “I��ve heard about you,” Kimi says with a grin, shaking your hand. “Nice to finally meet you.”

You laugh at his enthusiasm. “Nice to meet you too, Kimi.”

For a few minutes, the three of you chat casually, the lighthearted conversation making you forget the tension surrounding the mysterious message for a moment. Kimi’s energy is infectious, and you feel yourself relax. But just as things start to feel normal again, your phone buzzes with another message from your dad.

“Where are you? We’re packing up soon, and I need you back at McLaren.”

“Sorry, guys,” you say, glancing at Oliver and Kimi. “I have to get back. My dad’s leaving.”

Oliver nods, but his expression remains thoughtful. “Take care, Y/N. And seriously—if anything else happens, let me know.”

With a quick wave, you head back toward the McLaren motorhome, your mind racing with thoughts about the strange message, Franco, and what the rest of the weekend might bring. Something still doesn’t sit right, but for now, you push those thoughts aside, determined to get through the day.

As you head back toward the McLaren motorhome, you send Franco a quick text, letting him know what’s going on.

You: Hey, I have to head back. My dad’s getting ready to leave, and they need me to help pack up. We probably won’t get a chance to see each other until Spa… I can’t go to Budapest because I need to move into my dorm for the term.

You feel a little disappointed as you press send, realizing just how much you’ll miss him over the next few weeks. Your phone vibrates moments later with his reply.

Franco: Aw, that sucks. I was hoping to spend more time with you.

You smile at his honesty.

You: I know, me too. But maybe we can FaceTime later tonight? I want to hear all about your day.

Franco: Of course. I’ll give you a full report, but I’ll need something in return.

You chuckle, already knowing where this is headed.

You: Oh yeah? And what’s that?

Franco: Another date when I see you at Spa. I miss you already.

You can’t help the flutter in your chest as you read his message.

You: Deal. I miss you too.

Franco: Good. But I expect at least an hour on FaceTime tonight. I need my Y/N fix.

You: An hour? That’s a lot of talking time but I'm sure you won't have a problem with that.

Franco: I’ll make an exception for you. And maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll get to see that smile of yours again.

Your heart skips a beat, the flirty banter making your cheeks warm.

You: You’re so cheesy, Franco.

Franco: Only for you, princesa. Can’t wait to see you on my screen later.

You: Can’t wait either. Good luck with everything today, and don’t forget about me while you’re out there impressing everyone.

Franco: Never. You’re stuck in my mind.

With that final message, you tuck your phone away, a smile playing on your lips. Even though you won’t see him for a while, knowing he’s thinking about you makes the wait a little easier. And as much as you hate the idea of being apart, you’re already looking forward to seeing him again at Spa—and the FaceTime call tonight to hear all about his day.

You might not know where this is all headed, but you can’t deny how excited you are to find out.

Part 10

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Vicious 15 — mafia hs

After his father's death, Harry Styles must take control of the family mafia while dealing with his unpredictable brother, Silas. He meets Y/N Castellano, the daughter of an Italian mafia boss, and learns about their arranged marriage.

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Y/N listened to Giana carefully as they sat outside the manor. She was speechless; what Giana narrated seemed straight out of a horror film. Y/N tried her best to hold back the tears that threatened to fall, but it was overwhelming.

“I don’t know how he found out,” Giana explained. “I finished the phone call and made sure to erase all the messages and even the call log. We had dinner like always, and everything seemed normal.” At first, Giana had been apprehensive about leaving everything behind, but after much thought, she decided to take the risk, even though getting caught could mean her death.

“I waited until the night was quiet and everything was silent. My bag was under the bed, so I just had to slip on a pair of shoes and run out. But he knew all along. The moment I stood up from the bed, I was knocked out.”

Y/N leaned over and grabbed her uninjured hand, trying to comfort her.

“I woke up downstairs in the dungeon, chained to the wall with blood dripping down my back and front,” Giana cried. “Augusto took his time. He wanted to know who I was speaking with. And since I refused to tell him, he started torturing me.”

Y/N didn’t know what to say or do. She felt it was partially her fault, having convinced Giana to escape with her for selfish reasons.

“I had to tell him I was speaking to you,” Giana sobbed. “I tried, Y/N. I really tried. But I couldn’t hold out much longer after he cut off my finger.” Her eyes drifted to her bandaged hand and that’s when Y/N lost it and started crying just as hard.

Y/N pulled Giana into a tight embrace, their tears mingling as they held onto each other. The weight of guilt and sorrow pressed heavily on Y/N's chest, but she knew she had to be strong for both.

"I'm so sorry, Giana," Y/N whispered through her tears. "I never wanted any of this to happen. I thought we could escape and be free, but I never imagined the cost."

Giana pulled back slightly, her eyes red and swollen. "It's not your fault. I made the choice to leave. We both knew the risks, but we also knew we couldn't keep living like that."

Y/N nodded, wiping her tears away. "We’ll make it though. I promise”

“We already are. Look at this place” She said with a sniff, “Augusto sent the finger to Harry as a warning. I guess they had everything investigated because thats how they broke into Augusto’s house today and took me”

“Harry? Harry Styles?” Y/N asked in disbelief. “He was the one who saved you?”

“Yeah. I was surprised at first too,” Giana replied. She had been locked in a guest bedroom when she heard chaos and screaming outside. Trembling, she knelt beside the bed as the sounds of running feet approached. Married to a powerful man who had wronged too many people, Giana could only hope that she wasn’t too late to avoid the fallout. She hid from the people who broke down the door. “At first, I thought he was going to kill me. But when I heard his accent, I immediately knew who he was”.

“I wonder what he wants,” Y/N thought aloud. “There’s no way he did this out of the goodness of his heart. He must want something from us.” Giana cocked her head to the side, contemplating.

“I thought you had sent him.” Lex and Charlie had picked her up and helped her into the car while Harry dealt with the remaining men. He was wounded before Lex and Charlie could return to him. Giana watched from the car as his men gathered around him and helped him into their vehicle. They drove straight back to the house.

Y/N's mind raced as she tried to piece together the puzzle. "I didn't send him," she said, shaking her head. "I had no idea he was even involved or that he knew of your existence”

Giana furrowed her brow, confusion and worry etched across her face. "Then why would he risk his life for me? What does he want? What if he isn’t expecting anything back?”

“I doubt it. You don’t know him. He’s calculating,” Y/N said, her voice filled with frustration. She hated that she was now heavily involved in everything. Augusto was probably planning his next move, and she knew she was his primary target. “I’m just happy that you’re here,” she added, pulling Giana into a tight hug.

Giana clung to Y/N, tears welling up in her eyes. “I’m scared, Y/N. What if he comes back?”

“We’ll figure it out,” Y/N reassured her, even though she felt the same fear gnawing at her. “You are not going back”.

As they broke apart, they noticed Charlie standing close by. Y/N's hand came up to her chest as she jumped, hating how silent and sneaky he could be.

“He wants to talk to you,” Charlie said to Y/N. “He’s upstairs in the office.”

“Alright,” Y/N replied, taking Giana’s hand as they stood up.

“Alone,” Charlie added firmly, stopping them from advancing any further together.

Y/N felt a knot tighten in her stomach. She gave Giana's hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go. “I’ll be right back,” she promised, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

Giana nodded, worry etched on her face. “Be careful.”

Y/N took a deep breath and followed Charlie up the stairs, her mind racing with possibilities. As they reached the office door, Charlie opened it and gestured for her to enter. She stepped inside, her heart pounding.

Harry was seated on the couch, shirtless, his wound neatly bandaged, his expression serious. The room was dimly lit, the shadows playing across his face, heightening the tension. He looked up as Y/N entered, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.

Y/N felt a surge of anxiety as she stepped further into the room, her footsteps almost silent on the wooden floor. She could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on her, and the sight of Harry’s bandaged wound only made the reality of their predicament more tangible.

“Sit down,” Harry said, his voice calm but firm, breaking the silence that hung in the air. He gestured to the chair opposite him.

Y/N nodded and moved to sit, her hands clasped tightly in her lap to hide their trembling. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “What’s this about?”

Harry leaned forward slightly, wincing from the pain but maintaining his focus. “We need to discuss our next move. Augusto won’t take Giana’s escape lightly, and he’s going to come after us with everything he’s got. We need to be ready.”

Y/N felt a chill run down her spine at the mention of Augusto. She nodded slowly. “I understand. But what exactly do you need from me?”

“I need you to stay put in the manor. I can only protect you if I know where you are at all times,” Harry said firmly, his eyes meeting Y/N's with a mix of concern and determination.

"He's not just going to come after Giana; he'll come after you too. No more escaping, Y/N," Harry warned solemnly, his voice tinged with urgency. His finger ran down the edge of the glass of whiskey he held, his gaze flickering towards the windows as if expecting trouble to burst through them at any moment.

Y/N felt a chill run down her spine at Harry's words. The gravity of their situation weighed heavily on her. She had hoped their recent actions would throw Augusto off their trail, but Harry's words reminded her of the looming threat.

"Do you know how to shoot and fight?" Harry asked, despite his reluctance to show it, ensuring her safety was one of his top priorities. He needed her by his side; if she were kidnapped, he couldn't fulfill his role.

"No," she admitted, feeling embarrassed. She had been born into a family known for their cruel tactics, yet she felt utterly helpless. Federico had ensured she couldn't fend for herself, a consequence of her own failure to insist on learning.

Harry's expression softened momentarily as he observed her embarrassment.

"Alright. You'll start training with Charlie and Lex tomorrow," he said, his tone firm but reassuring.

"Harry? What if I get caught?" she nervously muttered, fingers fidgeting with unease. It was the first time Harry glimpsed her fear. He set his glass down, sitting up as he contemplated the possibility of her capture. His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring as the thought ignited a fire within him.

"That's not going to happen," he managed to say, his voice firm with resolve. The mere idea of Augusto getting hold of her sent a chill down his spine. A woman of Y/N's caliber and beauty was more vulnerable than any of his men.

For the first time in a long while, Harry felt fear creep in, despite his efforts to suppress it.

"Is that all?" Y/N asked, shaking off the sudden tension and anxiety. Harry nodded silently, allowing her to leave. He needed time to think, pondering over the 'what ifs'. Something was shifting within him.

"Thank you for saving Giana," Y/N said gratefully.

“Consider it your wedding gift," Harry replied, his voice carrying a hint of solemnity.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about that. Can I start planning the wedding?” Y/N asked tentatively, her voice betraying a mix of hope and apprehension.

Harry hesitated, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. He had always prided himself on being the cold, and emotionless, detached from personal entanglements. But Y/N's presence, her vulnerability, had begun to chip away at his defenses.

"I guess that's fine," he finally conceded, his tone softening slightly despite his efforts to maintain composure. "Whatever keeps you occupied within the house."

Y/N was taken aback by his unexpected kindness and understanding. It was a side of Harry she rarely saw—a glimpse behind his tough exterior.

Feeling a surge of gratitude, Y/N approached him and reached his glass of whiskey. She believed in expressing appreciation openly, and she was never one to shy away from her desires. Confidence radiated from her, especially now, seeing Harry wounded after rescuing her best friend. His vulnerability only heightened her admiration for him.

As she took a sip of whiskey, she couldn't help but notice how Harry's gaze lingered on her. There was a tension between them, unspoken but palpable. She wondered if he felt it too—the pull of attraction amidst the chaos that surrounded them.

Harry cleared his throat, breaking the momentary silence. "Is there anything else you need?" he asked, his voice rough with a blend of concern and something else that Y/N couldn't quite decipher.

She met his gaze steadily, her own emotions swirling beneath the surface. Y/N stood on front of him, between him and the coffee table that sat on front of the couch. She took one last drink before placing the glass down and kneeling between his long legs.

“What are you doing?” He asked her as her hands went up to his zipper. “Y/N…” he moaned by just watching her unzip him with a small sensual smile.

“Let me show you how grateful I am” Y/N insisted as she pushed her hand into his boxers. He was speechless, and out of breath when her hand finally wrapped around him and pulled him out.

She was surprised. He was thick and bigger than she suspected. She had seen dicks before, but he was prettiest and the most appetizing. Her mouth watered as she stared at it, so she wasted no time in putting him in her mouth.

Harry hissed at the sensation of her wet, hot mouth around him. His hand came down to her hair, trying to hold into something.

“Fuck” he moaned as he bucked his hips towards her mouth. Harry tried to keep his eyes open. He wanted to watch her. He wanted to remember her with his cock stuffed in her mouth forever. However, the pleasure was too overwhelming, and he couldn’t keep his eyes open.

Y/N bobbed her head as she tried her best to take all of him. Her eyes watered as his head hit the back of her throat. She knew her throat would be sore, but the sounds he was making made it all worth it.

“Y’ can take it” Harry slurred out, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. “Open that mouth f’me” Harry pulled her off him by her hair. He reached down and kissed her, tasting himself on her lips.

Y/N smiled as Harry pulled away from her, but her smile was different. It was seductive enough to make him climax right there and then. She took him back into her mouth without previous warning.

“Fuc-fuck, Y/N!” he grunted as she picked up the pace. Y/N could feel herself getting wet. She wanted to have him. She wanted to feel him, but she had to settle for this for now. Y/N didn’t want to put all her eggs in the same basket yet. “Y’ doing so good f’me”.

He came in her mouth before he could warn her. A light layer of sweat covered his abdomen and forehead. His cheeks were flushed, and his hair was tousled. His breath was heavy as he tried to regulate his breathing.

Harry was sure that the stitches on his side had come undone, but it had all be worth it.

“W’ was that?” He asked, his accent and voice raspier.

“Consider it your wedding gift”

-> Chapter 16

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mrs-barnes-rogers-writes · 1 month ago

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A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Part 23

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader

Theme: A/B/O / True Mates

Series Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters

Chapter Summary: Fiona gives you some guidance and something is off with Bucky.

Chapter Warning: Mentions of witchcraft, past trauma.

Once Sam had pointed out where and what Pepper wanted in the garden you went to work, pushing your powers into the grown and manipulating the energy just how Fiona and Cordelia had taught you.

Once you’d done, Pepper had two new cherry trees and a rose bush. You sprinkled them with some rain. When you remembered Sam and Bucky were watching, you’d expected them to look shocked or worried, maybe even a little nervous but a sniff of their scents as you turned said they were happy and a little proud. Bucky was the first to speak.

“Wow.”

“You and me need to talk about crops baby girl.” Sam added.

You blushed and dipped your head, pushing your hair back behind your ear.

“Do you think Pepper will like it? Will it be okay? Shit maybe I should have asked first?”

“She’ll love it doll, right Sam?”

“Damn right she will. It’s exactly what she wanted. You good now? You need anything? Food? Water? A nap?”

You felt a pull on the witch wound. You frowned and took a step back.

“You OK?

“Doll?”

Before you had chance to answer you felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket. You pulled out and saw you'd received a message.

Fiona Everything alright?

“Luna? You good? That’s not your mom is it?” Sam asked voice clipped with concern.

Bucky growled deep in his chest.

“No, sorry. It’s Fiona checking in. One of the girls is clairvoyant, she might have seen something. Fiona had a tendency to pull on the wound and then messages if I don’t pull back.” You said as you waved your phone in reference.

“Buck, the wound is…” Sam went to explain.

“I know what it is.” Bucky snapped. You frowned at him, it was a little abrupt, even if Sam had said he was usually brooding.

“You good man?” Sam asked him.

“I’m fine.” Came his short reply. “Are you okay doll?”

“I’m alright. Thank you for looking out for me.” You replied looking between them both. “I should probably call Fiona. She’ll just keep pulling if I don’t answer.”

They both nodded and you made your way back to the side of the house. Sam told you he’d grab your groceries but you assured him it was fine and used your powers to open the trunk and pull them out and into the house with you. You thanked them again and closed the door. You watched as they went down the path but noticed Bucky hesitate and glanced back. You pretended to busy yourself and you watched his shoulders slump as he trailed behind Sam.

You felt Fiona pull again. You pulled out your phone and video called her. She answered and you were the first to speak.

“You know you’re very impatient.”

“Well people get impatient when they’re worried. Now what’s going on? Nan was worried although I see why.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You look like shit.”

“Wow, thanks.”

“Go make a goddess bath, pour yourself a glass of the wine I gave you and call me back.”

Before you had a chance to answer she’d hung up. You put away the groceries and did as instructed but questioning yourself as to why you were letting her order you around from miles away. She pulled on the wound again as you slipped into the very large and fancy looking tub. You’d added oils, petals and crystals from your bag and lit some candles. Calling Fiona back you positioned the phone on the nearby sink but angled it so she couldn’t see your naked form completely. It connected as you heard Cordelia’s voice in the background’s telling Fiona not to be too hard on you.

What had you done now?

“Now, tell me child what possessed you to call, and I use the term loosely, your mother.”

You slipped down the bath in a bid to hide.

“And don’t think hiding in there is gonna help you either!”

You shrugged your shoulders and took a sip of wine. Fiona had left it with you as she’d left the hospital and you could see why. It was strong, yet fruity and didn’t taste like any wine you’d ever had. You suspected Fiona and Cordelia had made it themselves.

“Talk to me child.”

You felt yourself relax and realised you’d not really eaten and the wine was very much in your system.

“I just, so much has happened, and then there’s Steve and I just.” You sighed. “It never goes away does it?”

“What doesn’t?”

“The urge to call your mother.”

You didn’t need to look at your phone to know her eyes were narrowed at you and Fiona didn’t need to see yours to know they were full of sadness.

“Y/N. There are two definitions of a mother. One is the woman that birthed you. The other is the one that raises you, loves you and teaches you. Which one is yours? Is she both or one?”

“We both know she isn’t the second one.”

“Exactly.”

“Molly used to say it. The urge never goes away. She called her parents after she met Sam.” You said quietly.

“And what good did it do her? None. And I wouldn’t take one piece, not even a crumb, of advice from someone who abandons their friends like that. What did your mother say? Did she give you answers?”

You scoffed.

“The only answer she gave me was that she didn’t want me.”

“Child we knew that already.” Fiona replied, her accent thick. You hummed in reply.

“I just thought, I actually don’t know what I thought. I just, I don’t know, I think I just wanted her to know my second chance had finally rolled around I guess.”

“And what are we doing about that? Has he taken you out yet? Is he courting you?”

You saw Nan appear in the background of the call as you slipped further down into the tub. Fiona turned towards her briefly but she was quick to turn back to you.

“You’re ignoring him!!!”

You dipped your head into the water.

“Don’t even think about trying to hide in that damn tub. Get yourself together sister and talk to him.”

You shot back up.

“I CAN’T!!!” You snapped. Fiona completely unfazed, replied softly.

“And why not?”

“You know why!”

“I do. Y/N, there’s no denying that your past has shaped who you are. The same as our past shapes us all, particularly your new pack but there’s no reason for you to let that change what you could have in the future. You never know your second chance might be the better one.”

You huffed. “You know it’s annoying how good you are at this.”

“What? Advice?”

“That, and being a mother.” You replied, just the top of your head and your eyes showing over the tub.

“You flatter me sister.” She replied, taking a sip of her own wine. "Now, tell me about this alpha. Are his shoulders as broad as they say they are? I hear great things about his ass.”

You snorted as you sat up and proceeded to tell Fiona about what had happened over the last few days. From you throwing him out the house, to him keeping watch, the wood chopping and Pietro’s offering and Sam and Bucky. She was surprisingly quiet throughout and listened intently. When you’d finished she replied with a knowing look.

“You know it won’t be long until the new moon, perfect time to bond if you ask me.”

You side eyed her and slipped back down into the water.

An hour later you were wandering around the Stark’s cottage in your robe. Your hair was still damp and although your call with Fiona was done, you thought about what she’d said. Your past had affected every turn your life had taken. Becoming a roamer. Never settling. Throwing yourself into the fight with Agatha. It didn’t need to rule your future. Did it?

You were pulled away from your thoughts as Bucky’s scent wafted up your nose. Followed by a the click of the gate and the crunch of the gravel driveway. You saw his shadow flick past the window on his way to the side door.

He knocked and you opened quickly. You realised as his eyes went wide and he looked you up and down that you were in nothing but your robe. And it was silk. You also weren’t wearing any underwear, allowing Bucky to see every curve of your body. His blushed and tried to looked down at plates of food he was carrying. Your omega and wolf, who had finally unwrapped themselves from each other following your wine and chat with Fiona, were watching him intently, heads tilted.

Your wolf took the lead.

“Everything OK Beta?” You asked softly. Bucky stifled a purr as he went to reply, clearing his throat as a cover but you spotted it.

“Yeah, erm, Sam made chicken.” He blurted.

“Chicken?”

“Fried chicken. There’s mash potatoes too. Some beans. Laura made cornbread too.”

Noticing there was two plates, each with their own plastic cover. You asked if one was for tomorrow.

“Ermmm, no I thought, well if that’s OK with you, I thought, I wondered if we could have it together? dinner? Maybe? If you want?”

“Beta, are you asking for us to have dinner together.”

“Yes.”

“We’re not going to piss off Steve if we do are we?”

“No, and I can handle that punk.” He smiled.

“Well then you better come in.”

You pulled out cutlery and place mats, setting your places to eat at the kitchen island. You asked Bucky if he wanted wine, warning him it was from Fiona’s stock and that it’d probably get him drunk very quickly. He assured you he’d be fine, mentioning something about struggling to get drunk and pulled himself a glass from the cupboard. You sat each side of the corner, every now and again Bucky’s knee grazed yours. You watched as he took a sip of the wine and laughed as you watched it kick in.

“Goddess that’s got a kick. I think every single one of my muscles just relaxed.”

“It’s after right. A couple of seconds and warmth everywhere.”

Bucky laughed and nodded. You started to eat and Bucky watched as you did a little dance and said how nice it was. He told you he’d mind link to Sam and let him know, as he’d already linked with him twice to ask.

“Well, please tell him it’s amazing and thank him, and Laura too for the bread.”

You watched him as he linked with them and his brow furrowed for a moment, before smiling.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I, well I don’t really mind link with the others much. Steve, I do, Sam sometimes. Nat if I have to, but I’ve not connected with Laura much. Probably only once or twice when we first moved here and that was because I was pretty much nonverbal. I think she was a little surprised. Hopefully I didn’t scare her.” His shoulders slumped and his eyes looked downward. Where he’d happily been eating, he now pushed the food around the plate.

You reached out and squeezed his wrist.

“Sorry doll.” He whispered.

“Bucky.” You said softly, but he didn’t look at you. Your omega shuffled forward as you smelt the sadness in his scent. Your wolf and omega sat side by side and urged you to comfort him.

“Beta?”

He side eyed you briefly, before looking back down. You rose from your seat, as Bucky let out a shuddered breath. You ran your fingers across his jaw and pulled his face towards you.

“You have nothing to be sorry for Beta. Come here.”

Bucky turned as you pulled him towards you and you stood between his open legs arms wrapped around him in a fierce hug. He returned it, his head buried in your neck and arms wrapped around you, your chests pushed against each other. You felt him relax in your arms.

“You know someone told me recently that our past shapes us but it doesn’t have to change what we could have in our future.”

“Sorry.” He said mumbling into your shoulder. “I don’t know why I just blurted that out.”

You pulled back from him and he looked at you with tearful eyes.

“It’s the wine.” You said with a smile. He smiled a little as you pulled away, picking up your glass as you slid back onto the stool.

“To Fiona, and her ridiculously strong truth seeking wine.” You said, taking a sip. Bucky mimicked your actions and took a sip. He coughed a little before asking what it was made from.

“Well, Fiona probably made it so it might be best not to ask.” You laughed “But it’ll be fruit, some herbs and a few other things thrown in. You’ll sleep well tonight.”

Bucky huffed a laugh and shook his head.

“That’s very unlikely.”

“Nightmares?” You asked casually. “If it is I could help but it’s entirely up to you. Cordelia helped with mine.”

“Elektra.” Bucky said randomly.

“What about her?”

“She called to see how you were settling in. Think she knew about you and Steve.”

“How? I've not said anything. I’ve not spoken to them apart from telling Frank I got here OK.”

Bucky shrugged his shoulders.

“Does it matter that they know?”

“No, I would have told them. What are you mentioning her for anyway? Oh do you have a thing for her? You know she’s mated to Matt right?”

Bucky smiled and shook his head.

“No, definitely don’t have a thing for her. We were in the same hospital briefly after the war, she had some broken ribs, a few cuts and bruises. Her nightmares were so bad we could hear her in the men’s wing. She mentioned on the phone that you helped with hers.”

“I did.” You replied, reaching out and squeezing his hand.

“Luna, can I ask you something?”

“You know you don’t need to call me that.”

“I want to.” He replied softly. You squeezed his hand again.

“Go on, what did you want to ask?”

“You, Russo and Castle. Was that a thing?”

“What!!?? How do you even know about that?”

“So there was a thing?”

“No, no, no.”

“Frank said he’d break Steve’s legs if he hurts you and that was just the start of it.”

“Oh for fucks sake. Nothing happened.”

“You smelt of them both the day you got here. You smelt of them all, but you really smelt like those two. Like you’d shared a bed with them.”

“That’s because I did.”

Bucky snatched his hand away from yours and stood from his stool at the kitchen island, almost knocking it over.

“So you lied! Our luna is a liar.” He snapped.

“Watch your tone with me Beta.” You replied firmly. He turned sharply to you. You expected him to snap again but his eyes were wide and his scent turned to panic.

“Bucky, what is it? What’s wrong?” You asked, slipping from your seat. There was something off about his scent. He gasped and started to scramble an apology.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped like that. It’s just the thought of you with them. With them both!” He rushed out, voice full of emotion.

“Bucky. Nothing like that happened. Stop your huffing and listen. Did Billy make a pass at me? Yes. Did I act on it? Only when I was drunk and Frank put a stop to it. I made an idiot of myself, and when I say drunk, Frank had to put me in bed and he had to fetch Jess and Karen to undress me, I was such a mess. Right before Agatha, well I guess you know it was me that helped Natasha in the woods?”

Bucky nodded.

“I didn’t know where to go. I drove around for days. I asked for a sign from the goddesses and they sent me to Billy and Frank. After Agatha and a little bit before, I thought maybe it could work. They’d lost their mate and I’d been rejected by mine. Frank always took care of me. Billy well he has a certain way of showing his affection.”

“Yeah I can guess what that is.”

“But it never went further than a few hugs and a lingering kiss on the cheek. Then when Agatha happened I heard them.”

“Castle and Russo?”

“Yeah, they didn’t realise I was awake and I heard them say a few things. I know now that they’ll never have another mate. Not even with our weird closeness and friendship. Not even with me.” A stray tear ran down your face and you brushed it away sharply. Bucky pulled you into a fierce hug. You stayed like that for a moment, until a waft of Steve filled your nose and you lifted your head from Bucky’s chest.

“Sam’s told him about today.”

“Oh.”

You heard his footsteps and fought with your thoughts as your omega and wolf played around each other and bounced around in the back of your mind, excited by the fact your alpha was approaching. You pulled further away from Bucky and watched as Steve passed the window. His feet were hurried on the steps but the knock on the door still startled you.

“How’d he get passed the shield?” You whispered.

“You didn’t put it back up.”

“Shit.” You muttered. The witch side of you was pissed but you were sure that your omega and wolf were smirking. Yeah hilarious, lap it up.

“Are you going to open it?”

“No, you do it.” You whispered at Bucky.

“Not a chance doll face.”

You heard Steve sigh.

“Omega? Buck? I heard about today. I just want to check you’re okay. You don’t have to talk to me. Just let me check on you and I’ll go. Please.”

His please does sound pleading.

Fine.

And before you realised what was happening you’d reached the door, pulling it open by hand as the movement caused your robe to open and expose your legs. The cool breeze of the day swept through and over your body, pebbling your nipples. Steve purred as he took you in. His eyes drinking in every turn, grove and curl of your body. His eyes reached yours.

“Omega.”

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spookbooh · 6 months ago

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Sickened Comforts w/ Venti -Venti Oneshot x Sick Reader- Modern AU

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You’re staying in bed due to a painful stomachache and your lover decides to come take care of you in the meantime. <3

It was just another boring day for you, minus the aching in your stomach and the nagging thoughts in your mind but having no motivation to do anything else at the time. Instead, you decided to rest and hope to feel better tomorrow, snuggling into your pillows and blankets and sighing while scrolling through messages on your phone in silence.

However, this silence was short lived as you felt a swift breeze, softly blowing in your hair before it stopped at suddenly as it started. Your eyes fluttered open, sitting up with a slight shiver as you glanced at the door.

“Hey, Windblume~” a familiar voice rang through your ears as bright turquoise eyes met yours. That sneaky bard.

“V…Venti.?! How did you get in here?” You ask, though your tone sounded a little more accusatory than you meant it. Truth was, your mood was instantly lifted when you saw him, as per usual. He laughed, raising his hand to nervously scratch behind his neck.

“Ahah.. wellll… I may have slipped through a window. You haven’t been responding to my messages so I figured maybe something was wrong?” He walked closer, gentle footsteps as he sat next to you on the bed with his legs over the side and feet on the floor of your bedroom. His braids silently shifted over his shoulders as his eyes were solely focused on you. “I was worried, I’ll admit.”

You sat up a little more, opening your phone to find over 10 messages from him, asking how your day had been, that he missed you, if you were okay, etc. You accidentally turned off notifications and didn’t get any of them.

“Ah! I’m sorry, Venti. I didn’t get any alerts or anything… I didn’t mean to make you worry-“ you were interrupted by a little kiss on your forehead.

“It’s okay, Windblume. Ehe.. that just gave me the excuse to come to you in person~!” He tucked a strand of loose hair back behind your ear with a sweet smile. “Now, what’s wrong? Not feeling well?”

You nodded, explaining your stomachache and lack of motivation to do anything that day. It was one of those days where it was too exhausting to even think, let alone doing anything productive for yourself.

“Have you been drinking enough water today?” He asked you with a smile, pulling out his water bottle for you to use. He already knew the answer, he was just waiting for you to admit it. And you did, reluctantly taking the water he offered. The both of you were very stubborn, but he was more adamant about your wellbeing that you were so it was always a losing game. Still, you wanting to wipe that smug smirk off his face as you swallowed a bit of water every so often.

“So…~ did you miss me~?” He giggled like a schoolgirl when you blushed.

“Of course I did, Venti. Always do.” He grabbed your hand and lifted it up, kissing the back of your palm.

“Good, otherwise I might have to annoy you to death.” He chuckled. “Do you need anything to help the pain? Medicine, food?” You smiled this time, scooting over to make room.

“Maybe a bit of warmth?” He looked happy at that, wasting no time to cuddle up beside you and let you rest on him. He hear him sigh and hook his arm around your back to bring you closer, or to make sure you didn’t pull away- one of the two.

After a while, he makes you put your phone down and turns it off, setting it aside and watching as you got tired while in the comfort of his arms. He kisses your forehead one more time, smiling.

“Sleep well, Windblume.” You closed your eyes.

-Written by Booh. ^^

Notes; A little gift for a friend and for anyone feeling a little off today and in need of our sweet bard. <3

#genshin venti #genshin impact #genshin x reader #venti x reader #fluff #sickfic #stomachaches suck #wholesome

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femme333 · 10 months ago

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ᡣ𐭩 : zimmer 483 smut - female first person (sounds like a diary entry) , oral stuff , dirty talk , soft , nipple play . also this is kinda long. this is my first smut fic EVER so this is probs rlly weird

i went to a tokio hotel concert in 2008. once the concert ended, i waited outside of the venue, hoping to meet the band members. i was lucky enough to meet tom. i walked up to him as he was walking back to the tour bus and asked for his autograph. “tom, can you sign my cd?” i asked him nicely. “yeah, of course i can,” he replied. words couldn’t explain how much i wanted to scream, but i kept it in figuring he would think i was weird. i decided to pull out my camera because who would believe me if i just got a signature, i thought. “can we please take a picture?” i asked him again. “sure,” he said as i pressed my cheek against his. i noticed the heat in his cheeks; he must be so hot! i snapped the picture and hugged him, when i heard him whisper something to me. “you know, you’re really hot. you should come to my hotel room.” seriously? this felt like something in a dream. “yeah, sure, just write down your number and message me the info.” i replied. a couple minutes after he left the venue, he finally messaged me. i turned on my phone and looked at the message. room 483? i felt like the girl in reden! i drove to the hotels address and walked up the flight of stairs to his hotel room. it was long. i could seriously tell this hotel was luxury. i knocked on his door, and after a couple minutes of waiting; he finally answered. “hey there schatz, come on in,” he said softly. i walked into the room and looked around. there was a faint smell of aerosol deodorant along with the heavy smell of his cologne. “this looks nice,” i said softly. “does it now?” he replied as he hugged me from behind. i swear i could feel the butterflies in my stomach. tom kaulitz, the boy that almost every girl had a crush on, invited me to his hotel room? no way. i rubbed my eyes and looked around again. there he was. “what do you feel like doing? we can take things slow if that’s what you need.” he said sweetly. “can i kiss you?” i asked him softly. this was the moment of truth. he nodded and smiled softly before leaning down to kiss me passionately. i felt so dizzy; no way this was happening to me! i kissed him back just as passionately and wrapped my arms around his neck. he was the best kisser in the world, but his lip piercing was so cold. i moaned softly into the kiss on accident, and he did too. “close your eyes, schatz.” he commanded softly. i did as i was told, and i closed my eyes. i heard him opening the nightstand, rummaging through it, and then finally closing it. “open now,” he said. i looked down at his hands in front of me and saw him holding a condom. even better? it was extra large! i blushed softly and looked up at him. i slowly took off my tank top, revealing my black lace bra and my skull belly button piercing. i looked up at him and smiled as he winked at me. i could feel the blush creeping up on my cheeks. i stood up and hastily unbuttoned my jean shorts, which revealed my smooth, blank panties with dark red lace trim. i bent over the bed, my ass now fully visible to tom. “read it,” i said softly, pointing to the words on the back of my panties.

“ ‘i’m a slut’ “ he read out loud. “good choice of panties… i mean you’re gonna be my slut tonight, right?” he said cheekily. how could someone be so funny yet so seductive? suddenly, i felt his soft fingertips brush my hair away from my back before gently unclasping my bra. no fucking way; i thought. hastily but gently, tom flipped me over onto my back and pulled my bra straps off my shoulders, revealing my perky tits to him. he smiled softly at me before reaching down and squeezing them softly. before i knew it, he was crawling on top of me and sucking my nipples. “mmph..” i moaned softly. “you like that?” he said as he pulled his lips away from my nipple, only to take off his belt and pull it down along with his baggy jeans, revealing his black boxers. this man is seriously so hot, i thought. he pulled off his baggy shirt, which revealed his toned, but slender abs. i immediately sat up and pulled his boxers down. his cock was the biggest i’ve ever seen. i slowly began to suck his cock, also while maintaining eye contact with him. “nngh, y-yes schatz… oh yeah.” he moaned out. it was loud. after a few minutes of sucking him off slowly but surely, he came. in my mouth. i softly gagged but quickly regained my composure and looked up at him. i swallowed it down eagerly as he smiled down at me. “you did really great, you know that? now, time for the main event.” he said huskily. he bent me over the bed, with my ass in the air. i took a deep breath, preparing for what was to come. i heard him rip open the condom wrapper before gasping softly as he slid it onto his rock hard cock. after a moment, he plunged his cock deep inside of me which made me moan loudly. “mmph, that feels so good tom!” i moaned softly. “good girl…” he groaned out with a soft gasp of pleasure. he continued to thrust into me, which made loud squelching wet sounds. i loudly moaned his name over and over again as he increased his pace. i could feel my orgasm coming on. “oh yeah, you’re gonna let me fuck you like a good girl, right?” he moaned out. “yesss…” i groaned out. tom continued moaning and groaning as he thrusted faster into my tight pussy. suddenly, he reached down and began to roughly rub my clit, adding on to the stimulation. i moaned his name loudly as i squirted all over his cock. he groaned and his eyes widened in surprise. that was enough for him, i guess. he came with a loud, husky groan as he came inside of the condom. i collapsed onto my side and looked up at him, only to see him smiling down at me and softly kissing my ass cheek. he pulled off the condom from his cock and threw it in the trash can. “schatz, do you want me to eat your pussy?” he asked softly. holy shit, he just asked if he could eat my pussy. “yes…” i moaned out quietly. he lowered his head down to my dripping wet pussy and gently pushed my thighs apart. i moaned as i felt his soft, wet, warm lips touch my pussy for the first time. he began sucking on my clit while fingering me at the same time. “yeahh…” i moaned out. his lip piercing felt so cold and good on my clit. after a few minutes of him eating and fingering my cunt, i squirted all over his face and also inside his mouth. he let out a soft, muffled moan against my pussy before pulling away and laying down beside me. “sleep with me tonight, okay?” he asked. “sure.” i whispered into his neck. he tied his dreadlocks up into a loose bun at the top of his head before spooning me from behind and turning the lamp off. “you did so good tonight, you know that?” he whispered sweetly into my ear. i nodded softly as he kissed the top of my head, before we both drifted off to sleep. this was the best hookup ever.

#tom kaulitz #smut #tom kaulitz smut #fanfic

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sjyzip · 3 months ago

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ᯓ ✈︎ paradise found .ᐟ ˎˊ˗

⤷ 9. busted📍

wc: 913

warnings: swearing

“you can do it, you can do it” was all jake could hear at the moment, he was trying to hype himself up to actually go and talk to you and say the truth before things got out of control and also before riki ended up bankrupt.

jake took a deep breath and left his hotel room. walking down the hallway to get to the elevator, while he waited for the elevator to arrive he was repeating your room number in his head as if somehow he stopped doing it he would immediately forget. “406, 406, 406…” once the elevator arrived he pressed the fourth floor button and waited for the doors to close. the elevator ride seemed a bit longer this time, even if it was a pretty short ride of just three floors, it felt incredibly long this time but jake ignored it, thinking his nerves were acting up.

the elevator doors opened, signaling the arrival at the fourth floor, he left the elevator and looked around the hallways before turning left to get to your hotel room. once he finally got to your hotel room he started to doubt this whole thing “what if she gets mad at me? what if she thinks me and riki are some kind of weirdos?” But he left all his doubts behind and knocked on your door. he anxiously waited for a response until the door, eventually, creaked open, except it wasn’t the response he expected.

“hey! you’re that guy!” a red haired girl pointed at him. “uh i don’t know, i guess so?” jake replied a bit confused. “yeah you are! the dog-“ yunjin said before being cut off from inside the room “never mind, so what do you need?” yunjin asked jake. “oh actually can i talk to y/n? I need to clear something up” jake said while rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous gesture. “oh yeah sure! let me get her” yunjin said before backing out a little bit and then shouting your name. you appeared a few seconds later, fixing your clothes after sitting down for a long time. when you appeared, jake smiled softly unconsciously, well at least that’s what yunjin thought.

“oh hi! didn’t expect to see you here” you said while glaring yunjin to get the message that she should give you two some privacy. “so what did you want to talk about? is it about that day..?” you asked, remembering the awkward encounter you both had. “oh no it’s not about that, it’s actually about your.. secret admirer” he said, lowering his voice after every word till the last words were just some whispers. “OH! Are you my secret admirer? well woah, I’m flattered actually-“ you started rambling like you always did before jake cut you off. “not really, I mean yes?? I picked the gift, riki bought it so-“ jake rambled too before you cut him off, totally shocked.

“YOU PICKED THE GIFT?? AND RIKI BOUGHT IT??” you shouted in confusion, looking at him bewildered. “yes and yes but let me explain first pleaseee?” he asked with a small smile before proceeding anyways. “the thing is.. when riki asked for your room number it was actually for.. me! FOR NOTHING WEIRD BY THE WAY! I just liked talking to you that day on the beach and wanted to be your friend” he clarified, slightly embarrassed about revealing the true reason for riki getting your room number.

“Oh! yeah that makes sense, but what about the secret admirer?” you asked him again “okay so riki is a terrible liar! And he made a terrible lie with the secret admirer thing instead of just telling the truth, which I apologize for, he’s a little weird sometimes” he giggled before continuing. “And the gift.. I can’t really explain the gift, I just looked the bag and said it was cute but when I saw the bag up close and i noticed the price, I literally gasped and riki just went with it and bought a thousand dollar bag” he said, jokingly disappointed in him. “well, thanks for clarifying the whole thing and also thanks for the bag, it’s pretty cute, you got a pretty good taste” you said with a smile.

“yeah? well.. you’re welcome” he nodded with a small, shy smile as he spoke. “hey, you said you wanted to be my friend right?” you asked him. “uh yeah I did” he nodded again. “well can you give me your phone? I’ll give you my number” you said as you looked at his phone in his hand. “my phone? oh sure, take it” he agreed, a bit bewildered before unlocking it so you could give him your number. you wrote your number carefully before handing him his phone back. “there you go! I think we’ll be good friends” you giggled. “yeah I also think that, see you around?” he said as he put his phone in his pocket. “see you around” you repeated with a nod as you closed your room door.

jake stared for a while at the closed door in front of him before snapping off his thoughts and turning around to head back to the elevator. he knew that if he told his friends about this he would get teased for it but he didn’t really care now cause he was surprisingly in a good mood after clarifying the whole situation like if a weight got lifted from his shoulders.

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blessedwithabadomen · 1 year ago

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in love with the mess - day five

summary : Aubrey is going on tour and, for once, she's decided to focus on having as much fun as possible. Oli can be a little shit but he does nothing short of adore Audrey and... well, maybe Noah a little, too. Noah likes the flirting, as long as no one gets too close, emotionally. But what will happen when the three of them take it too far?

content : fluff, flirting, drinking, everyone gets a kiss

length : 4.2k

tags (let me know if you want to be tagged!) : @veronicaphoenix @cookiesupplier @lma1986 @jilliemiw86 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @narcissisticbehavior81 @flowery-mess @shilohrosechicken @justeli6 @starvingarsyn @floatinglikeaswan @somebodyels3

a/n : here we go!! enjoy and feel free to comment, ask, reblog 💗

•••

day five

Something about the check-in at the hotel in Manchester was fishy and had caused a ridiculous amount of chaos that needed to be sorted out by the tour managers. I made the best of the situation and got comfortable in the lobby with my laptop, determined to get some work done ahead of time. Lia was going to be here in just a few hours and I'd promised her to free my schedule as much as possible.

Plus, I knew we would be drinking, so the ride to Glasgow tomorrow was going to be spent regretting my hangover and lying in my bunk, not doing hours of work.

The only strange thing about the day so far was that I had seen neither Oli nor Noah. Noah’s absence was to be expected to a certain extent; he was in a different band, on a different bus, with slightly deviating schedules, so the chances of running into each other could be quite low. I hadn't gotten a message from him either though. At least rumour had been going around that he woke up as good as new this morning, whatever had been beating him down yesterday had vanished completely. Oli was more surprising considering he was consistently put into an adjacent hotel room, travelled in the same tour bus and technically employed me.

Funnily enough, the question about the two missing frontmen was answered sooner than the check-in chaos got resolved. I heard the two of them entering the lobby together before I saw them. Pushing each other away, both seemed eager to get to me first as soon as they spotted me, stealing a bag from each other's hands over and over again.

“Fucking stop, I’m the one who knew to get this for her,” Oli complained, trying to keep the paper bag out of Noah’s reach, who was quicker than him and caught it behind Oli’s back.

“Yeah, and I’m the one who’s gonna give it to her!”

“Give it back, you wanker!”

Their fight came to an abrupt end as they stood in front of me looking up at them over my laptop.

“I got you something,” Oli explained, motioning to the bag.

“We got you something,” Noah corrected.

“Just because you walked next to me, doesn’t mean you had anything to do with it!”

I felt another bout of their little spat coming on, so I quickly intervened and stole the bag from Noah’s hands. Both of them quieted down immediately, watching me as I opened it up. The sweet scent of pastries filled my nostrils immediately.

“Are these…?” I didn’t finish my question as I brought the baked good to my nose, inhaling it deeply once again before taking a hearty bite ouf of its flakey goodness. I didn't know how Oli new. I couldn't remember if I'd ever told him and if I had, I was sure it was in passing only. The fact that he not only was aware of my sweet tooth but also went out of his way to satisfy it with my favourite goods caused my stomach to flip. “Thank you so much, that’s so sweet.”

“From your favourite bakery,” Oli proudly agreed. “You said you weren’t in Manchester that often and- well, I thought after yesterday-”

“Wait, what happened yesterday?”

Suddenly, Noah was all ears. I was much too preoccupied with the best thing I’d tasted in months to think about how to explain. Oli had mentioned it, Oli could solve the situation.

“Aubrey was in a right mood last night,” Oli said with grin. “A little brat.”

I almost choked on my pastry, a few flakes flying away from me as I got my breathing back under control. I shouldn’t have been so surprised. Oli was hardly known for being a prude about these things.

“And I went to sleep instead,” Noah groaned, sounding genuinely remorseful. Our eyes met for a moment. Somehow, I knew we were both remembering last night, too, me bringing him back to the hotel room, him warning me off. He looked away first, as if a little embarrassed. I wasn’t sure what to do with it.

“I’m sure you’ll find out for yourself soon enough,” it burst out of me. But I’d already learned that the combination of us three left very little room to hold back in that aspect.

Oli leaned down to me, his thumb wiping at the corner of my mouth where some chocolate had seemingly gotten stuck. He tapped my lips. It was enough for me to dumbly open my mouth and suck it in, twirling my tongue around it to get another taste. He chuckled darkly, satisfied how easily I went along with him, before pulling away, finding another bit of chocolate to swipe away, this time offering his thumb to Noah.

He was torn. Quite visibly so. The tension hung in the air as he tried to decide on which move to make now, all three of us basically holding our breaths to see what would transpire.

Then, some loud laughter from the crew erupted somewhere else in the lobby, loud enough to pull him out of it. He actually shook his head, as if that could make the thoughts disappear.

“Fuck you, Oli,” he muttered, without much force behind it.

“Yeah,” Oli laughed, licking the chocolate of his thumb himself, “I bet you’d like to.”

•••

Whoever said that time flies when you’re having fun had never felt time slipping through your fingers when you were desperately trying to get your boss to get to all things in his agenda on time while he was being an absolute arse for no reason but to amuse himself. On top of that, your best friend was blowing up your phone in excitement of getting to see you, effectively starting a countdown that only served to distract you from the work you should be doing.

By seven o’clock, I was thoroughly exhausted and annoyed. At some point, Noah had even pulled me aside to give me a much needed hug, although it had been cut short by Lia announcing her imminent arrival. Luckily, Lia did what she did best and that was raise my mood impossibly the very second I saw her.

Her arms around me felt like home. She was the only anchor I felt I still had, while I was always trying to never get too settled in one place with my work taking me all over, but we’d been friends since childhood and she’d always refused to budge. I didn’t thank her for it enough.

“Okay, catch me up asap, what’s been happening, what’s been going down, have you managed to bang anyone yet?”

I shot an apologetic smile at the two stagehands walking past as I walked down the corridor with Lia, an AAA pass hung around her neck and so excited that I wondered if she’d had a drink before coming here. With a slightly quicker step, I dragged her into Oli’s dressing room, aware he was currently hanging out with the rest of his band.

“Well, there’s been no fucking, but…”

I awkwardly started tidying up the dressing room. It came as second nature, really, trying to make sure things were in order, helping Oli out for later, not letting him drown in his chaos. I busied myself with a hoodie that I decided needed folding.

“But?! Aubrey, you’re not seriously gonna leave me starved for information here!”

“I mean, I did make out with Noah and I’ve seen Oli’s dick, so…”

Her squealing, I was pretty sure, could be heard next door and I couldn’t help but laugh. Lia was nothing if not supportive of basically anything I did.

I gave her a quick rundown of the last few days, keeping some of the details to myself while still letting her know what I’d been up to, including just about every endeavour I’d found myself in with the guys. She did nothing short of react appropriately, aw-ing and ooh-in and gasping and laughing. I’d missed having her around.

In the middle of me letting Lia know that, yes, I most definitely got cleaned up after last night’s escapade and, no, Oli and I hadn’t spoken about it yet and also, no, I didn’t think Noah knew, when the door to the dressing room flew open and revealed Oli himself.

“Speak of the devil,” Lia mused and I briefly panicked about her letting Oli know just what we were talking about, even though I knew fully well she would never betray me like that.

“I could say the same about you,” Oli replied, attempting to sound cruel but unable to hide the smile on his face.

“Why on earth would you have been talking about me?”

“Oh, I wasn’t. I was referring to the part where you are the devil.”

“Oh, you bastard!” Lia exclaimed with a laugh. “You coming out with us after the show?”

“Hell no. We got an early bus call and a four-hour drive to Glasgow. And I know what you get up to, Lia.”

My heart sank a little, even though I knew Oli was only being reasonable. We did only have a few hours in the hotel before we needed to get going again. I was going to be fine, really - I planned on not getting blackout drunk and there wasn’t too much left for me to do tomorrow that I hadn’t already taken care of. Plus, I wasn’t the one who had to be up on stage that night delivering the show of their life.

“Fucking party pooper.”

“I’m so much of a party pooper that I specifically came to get you two because Bad Omens are about to start. Managed to organise some wine for you too. Good enough?”

“Just about,” Lia mused, standing up and walking past him and out of the room with the confidence only someone who had on idea which way the stage was could have. We both looked at her leave, overly amused, until I remembered she was my friend and I should probably make sure she wouldn’t get completely lost.

Oli stopped me at the door. “You gonna stop by when you get back tonight?”

“I could just text you that I got back safe, you know. It might get late.”

He slung his arm around my waist, pulling me into a side hug, a telling smirk playing on his lips. “I’ll gladly wake up for you.”

•••

I wasn’t quite sure how we ended up in Oli’s suite - a suite! Motherfucker had a suite all to himself! - playing questionable drinking games (Truth or dare? Never have I ever? 21 questions? Honestly, it was hard to tell at this point) way past midnight and maybe it was because I was a little intoxicated - not drunk, I was still aware I had a bus ride in just a few hours - but I was tipsy enough not to question it just yet.

The evening had gone something like this: Oli had, in fact, organised two bottles of wine and exclusive seats for us during the show. Lia was blown away by Bad Omens and the way Noah sang and how she couldn’t blame me at all for crushing on him. Then, Lia followed it up by being blown away by Bring Me The Horizon and their production and the Oli’s stage presence and the fact that I had somehow not banged him yet. Especially when he effectively climbed his videographer. Didn't help with the thoughts in my head either. Both of those bottles were killed by the time the show was over.

We had briefly ventured out to Lia’s favourite bar for a few shots, but had quickly realised that talking about Oli and Noah in a crowded place full of people who had just left the very concert they had performed at, wasn’t the wisest decision. So, with some more alcohol in tow, Lia had stolen my phone and texted the two men and somehow, somehow convinced them to join us for a little afterparty. Now all of us were feeling the buzz and going along with Lia’s questionable ideas.

“Worst place you’ve ever vomited?”

“Just about every single time it happened on stage, and love, it happened,” Oli laughed. Those had been the bad times. I didn’t miss them at all. I’d trade them for this version of Oli, happy, healthy, optimistic, flirty, bloody gorgeous any day.

“Alright. No need to get into that. Noah, empty your wallet and show everyone what’s inside.”

Noah didn’t hesitate, grabbing the item from the back pocket of his trousers and emptying its contents. There wasn’t too much interesting stuff in there - ID, a credit card, some loose change in more than one currency. Lia grabbed onto the condom wrappers immediately. Three of them.

“Ultra thin, extra lube, ribbed,” she read aloud. “Damn, someone knows how to treat their partners.”

Noah blushed a little under the redness that the alcohol had already flushed his cheeks with. I was pretty sure I did the same, my mind running away with thoughts. This was good. He quickly gathered them up again and stowed them away but I didn’t think he missed the way Oli raised his eyebrows at him. Surprise enough that he didn’t say anything.

“Aubrey, who would you like to kiss in this room?”

“Who wouldn’t I like to kiss!” I giggled, taking another sip of wine, even though it was starting to get to my head. Obviously.

“Well, me, hopefully, or you’ll have to deal with my wife,” Lia laughed, holding up the wedding ring on her finger. “Anyway. What caused your last relationship to break down?”

She didn’t aim the question at anyone in particular, but Noah, sweet, closed-off Noah, suddenly had an intense urge to answer.

“What didn't,” he groaned, throwing his had back and cradling the bottle in his hands. “Touring, the distance, the groupies that don’t exist, the missed phone calls, the not being enough.” He threw his hands in the air in defeat. I thought it was the most he had revealed about himself, like, ever. “And here comes the kicker. I was talking about proposing to her with the guys and looking up rings the very morning of the day she broke up with me.”

Silence engulfed us. A comment from Folio, just a few days ago, and Noah’s very unamused answer was whirling in my head, but I was too intoxicated to make perfect sense of it right now. I just knew there was a connection.

I didn’t know if telling him I was sorry would cut it. Bit of a big deal, really, finding someone to marry who drops you like that. What do you say to that? Luckily, good old Oli jumped in pretty much immediately.

“Emotionally unavailable and obsessed with myself,” he said. “Pretty sure that’s a direct quote, too. Probably not too wrong about it either.”

Apparently we were sharing break-up stories now. My turn, I decided.

“Told her that, very theoretically, mind, I would be open to polyarmory. Because, you know, I definitely think you can be in love with more than one person. And if everyone’s happy, I’m sure there’s something great about relationships that aren’t just two people. Well,” I mused, throwing back another sip of wine to keep myself going, spilling a little on my top, “all she heard was ‘this is an open relationship without any rules now’ and went and banged someone else the next day.”

The three of us looked each other, throwing pitiful looks around, realising we were all pretty fucked up in our own ways, and suddenly broke out laughing. It almost took my breath away, the intensity of the relief of sharing these little things with people so dear to me, letting them understand me a little better, understanding them a little better in return and oh god more wine on me. These jeans would have to go straight into the washing.

“Enough tearjerker stories,” Lia announced, but there was no malice in her words. “Let’s get back to the fun questions! Worst sex experience! Oli, please, I want to hear yours.”

“Alright, first one that comes to mind right now, couple of years ago, right, I hook up with this girl, all fun and games, but it’s very fucking tame, you know? And out of nowhere she just fucking chokes me. I’m not saying I don’t like it, but that proper came out of fucking nowhere. Like. Normally, you’d ease up to it, if you hadn’t talked about it.”

Suddenly, Oli seemed to be sitting much closer to Noah than before. I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination. Or the light.

“You’d have your hands on them somewhere,” Oli explained, drawing out his words, as his hand landed on Noah’s chest. He was caught off guard for a moment, but silently allowed the moment to play out. “Slowly move them up, see if they enjoy it.”

Oli followed through. Noah was definitely enjoying it. I was transfixed on the display in front of me.

“Get a little skin-on-skin contact.”

His fingers were tracing the line where Noah’s shirt ended, just letting his fingertips play with the hem a little. I’d never seen Oli so gentle, but it was doing things to my body. Noah’s breathing was speeding up now, chest heaving, unable to keep it hidden. I couldn’t blame him at all.

“See how they react to your hand being closer to their throat.”

Oli’s hand moved higher, carefully stroking the skin at Noah’s neck. Noah swallowed, hard, his eyelids fluttering shut. It was as if he was loosing all control over his bodily reactions. It was intoxicating to watch.

“And maybe, you know, if they don’t move away or move your hand, you can give it a try.”

And Oli did. Wrapping his hand around Noah’s throat and squeezing a little. Just the slightest bit. Just the possibility of more. And Noah moaned.

“And that’s my cue to get myself on an uber home!” Lia declared loudly, standing up and just about catching the wine bottle that had been in her lap before it toppled over onto the carpet. She was swaying a little, quite obviously the most drunk out of the four of us and I quickly made the executive decision to accompany her downstairs and wait with her. Oli gave me a nod, a satisfied smirk on his face. Noah didn’t look at me at all, but he seemed to be questioning all his life choices.

“Girl! What’s going on between the two of them? I knew you were developing… something with both of them, you didn’t tell me about the two of them with each other!”

I awkwardly fumbled with Oli’s room key as we descended on the lift. “I don’t think they know either.”

“But, do you mind?”

I looked at her, thoughtful for a moment, almost missing the time frame to leave the lift as it arrived in the lobby. Did I mind?

“No,” I answered, without giving it any further thought, just knowing. “No, I really don’t.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” Lia giggled, giving me a hug so enthusiastically it almost toppled us over. “Now go, go and get them together and then get them both for yourself.”

•••

I didn’t knock when I used the key card to get back into Oli’s room. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that I was going to be back - not only had I actively snatched the card from the desk but I had also left all my stuff in there. Still, none of us had seen the situation coming, apparently.

The first thing I saw when I entered the room was that neither Oli nor Noah were still sitting on the couch. The second thing I saw was that Oli had pressed Noah against the wall instead.

They didn’t notice me immediately, too caught up in their own world as Oli frantically pressed his lips to Noah’s. Entangled as if they simply couldn’t get close enough, one of Oli’s hands was in Noah’s hair, keeping him in place, keeping him complacent, the other running up the outside of his thigh, as Noah was pawing at Oli’s back, as if not sure what his hands were looking for, but trying all the same. My heart fluttered with… love? The door falling shut behind me caught their attention.

They didn’t jump apart. In fact, their hands were still exactly where they had left them. But both of them had turned their heads so fast it looked painful.

“Don’t stop on my account,” I grinned. “I’m very much enjoying this.”

Noah was visibly shaken up and out of breath and I wondered if that was what happened to people who got to kiss Oli Sykes, but Oli himself was in the best of moods.

“See, I heard that you went and kissed our Noah here,” he explained, slowly detaching himself from him. Noah’s body almost followed on its own account, seemingly not having enough of the other man just yet. “And I got really, really jealous. But now I’m realising that means he got to kiss you, too.”

“There’s really no need to be jealous, at all,” I replied, letting him come closer and closer, just to push him back onto the couch. Straddling his lap, my thighs on either side of his, was a logical conclusion. “You can kiss me anytime.”

There was a hint of hesitation. Something familiar in his eyes, something like home. A decade-long friendship that was begging to be ruined. I knew he saw the same in me. We’d done things with each other, things to each other, that went beyond any regular friendship. But this moment, this temptation of finally getting his mouth on mine, a kiss, felt like it weighed so much more heavily on both of us.

His hands landed on my thighs, moving up to the small of my back, giving me security and safety and all rationality be damned, I leaned down and allowed my lips to touch his.

A shockwave travelled through every inch of my being, then the tension evaporated, as if this was where I'd always meant to be. Oli was soft and pliant under me, a stark contrast to how he usually presented himself, to how he usually behaved around me even, but I indulged in the feeling, grabbing onto his arms to make them wrap around me, letting him hold me close, tightly. I couldn't stop my own hands from tracing along his torso, his neck, his face, silently mapping his body in a way I had never been allowed to before. When his tongue licked against my lips, I let him in.

The kiss became more frantic as I lost all self-control. Years and years of unfulfilled desires poured into us as I pressed myself into him. Oli tasted sweet, so much sweeter than expected, even with the beer still lingering. I could feel myself falling, deeper and deeper, like a feral animal willingly setting foot into a trap, the temptation of the bait calling too loudly to ignore.

I noticed the couch dip before my brain realised Noah was next to us. Then his hand was at the back of my head, gripping my hair and pulling me off Oli. Instantly, he had me turned toward him, Oli’s hands still on me, my body still on his lap, but now my lips were crashing into Noah’s. It was electrifying, his frantic kiss, how his lust must have built as he watched us. Oli’s mouth now at my neck, licking along my tendon, finishing it off with a soft bite.

Noah swallowed my moans easily, still holding me in place, still roughly moving my head to his own wishes. Oli was grinding up into me, his hard dick against my core making me squirm even through the layers, thoughts of what it had looked like, what he had looked like overwhelming my mind. When Noah let go of me it felt so sudden that I almost lost my balance, hands trying to find the couch table behind me as a way to steady myself. The dull noise of a bottle hitting the carpeted floor had all three of us halt in our movements.

The wine ended up on the carpet after all, like a bad metaphor for whatever the three of us had just started and might be unable to stop.

I got up from Oli’s lap, Noah also standing up as if he suddenly didn’t know where he was supposed to be anymore. The awkwardness in the room was tangible, the lines we had just crossed almost becoming visible in my mind as my tipsy brain struggled to make sense of the consequences.

When Noah and I announced our separate departures, Oli didn’t say a word, still staring at the dark red colour seeping into the plush beneath his feet. Both of us went in opposite directions in the hallway. I didn’t know if that was supposed to be a metaphor too.

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