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[thewidowsledger]

Good Luck, Babe

Chapter 4: A Piece Of You | 4.0k

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Summary: The once secret, a forbidden love hidden from the world. Those stolen moments together had been thrilling, but ultimately, drove the person you truly love away from you. But when she left, she didn't just leave you; she also left you a part of herself that would constantly remind you of her for the rest of your life. This fragment of her essence became an indelible mark on your soul, shaping the course of your life in ways you never could have imagined.

You know what they say, when someone leaves, someone else will come.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Tags | Warnings: +18 ANGST, cheating, smoking, smut but it was kind of cut off so it's just smu— pls laugh guys

Author's Note: This is about to get ANGSTIER. Nat's pain is valid but is her actions justifiable? Does r deserve all that? Pls pls pls I want to have y'all's thoughts, leave it in my inbox or in the comments or else I will not continue writing this jk i'm not joking. I removed some parts here that I think would be a better use on the next chapter that will be posted in 3 weeks (I know it's gonna be a long wait, but I've got to update the mob boss au and I've got to serve some angst fics for y'all)

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You're leaning over the counter, trying to read and sign the slip for Aliah's exams. You're terrible right now, you didn't realize how private schools can be so complicated that you have to sign a permission slip before they let your daughter take an exam. Suddenly, someone peers over your shoulder.

"You don't even know what you're signing, do you?"

This bitch.

You didn't look entirely at the woman but you saw her in your peripheral vision. You returned your focus on filling up whatever paper you are filling up.

But suddenly the woman leans in closer, her musky perfume overwhelming your senses. She effortlessly points out the correct line, her long fingers tapping the paper. "Is your child a transferee?" she asked and you nodded nervously.

"Check that one, then don't write anything down here." You gulped and nodded before shakingly dragging your hands to do whatever she just said.

When everything was signed, you double checked to make sure to get everything right this time. You push it towards the clerk, who scans it quickly. "All done, Mrs. Romanoff," she says with a smile.

"Romanoff." You heard the woman behind you whisper. You finally turn to face her, your heart racing as you meet her gaze.

The woman stands tall, her blonde hair cut short and stylish, framing her square-shaped face. She's dressed in a black leather jacket, paired with jeans and combat boots, giving her an edgy, intimidating look. She holds your gaze for a moment longer before her gaze flickers to the wedding ring still on your finger. Her expression shifts slightly, becoming more calculated. "So, you're the wife of one of the big sponsors of this school? Natasha Romanoff?" She asks the question almost casually, but there's an underlying intensity in her tone. "The transportation tycoon?"

The mention of her name and the title made you feel a pang of discomfort. The word wife and the title of being Mrs. Romanoff suddenly feels like ill-fitting suits. Your marriage, after all, had been little more than a convenient arrangement—for your daughter. So you are not sure whether to confirm or not, so you just let out a small awkward smile hoping that she won't budge further about her question. And the blonde seemed to read between the lines that theories started to formulate in her mind. She was about to formally introduce herself when she saw a kid running towards your direction.

"Mommy!" She watched you scoop up a little girl that clearly is yours, giggling as you attacked her face with kisses.

Behind her was another girl, it was the blonde's niece, catching up. "Auntie!" The little girl waves, her gap-toothed smile wide. "Up!"

Without missing a beat, the blonde reaches down and scoops up the kid, tossing her playfully into the air before catching her. The kid squeals with delight. "Hey, monkey face," she says, ruffling the girl's curly hair. Then her kid glances at Aliah who was in your arms.

She grins, her eyes bright. "Auntie, this is my new friend, Aliah!" she announces proudly. You turned around so you and your daughter could face them together, then Aliah looked at the woman who was carrying her friend, her little hands waving with a grin.

Now, it's your daughter's turn to introduce her newfound friend to you, "Mommy, this is Monica!"

"Hi, Monica."

The blonde watches as you speak to Monica. She's mesmerized by the way you interact with the children, so gentle and natural. Monica giggles at your greeting, "Hi!" she chirps back, climbing down to her aunties grasp.

Aliah wriggles out of your arms, wanting to join Monica on the floor. The two girls run off together, laughing and chattering excitedly. Now, you're left standing alone with the blonde again. She clears her throat nervously, a slight flush creeping up her neck, "I hope I didn't overwhelm you with my question a while back."

You shake your head with a warm smile, waving off her apology with a casual flick of your wrist. "O-oh, no worries." Your voice is sincere, as you pull the strawberry shortcake trolley bag of your daughter towards you.

Over the years, even when Aliah wasn't transferred at this school, you had always been present and active—you're always there, quietly observing, helping when needed, but never seeking the spotlight or engaging in small talk with other parents.

You glance around the hallway, taking in the other parents chatting and laughing in small groups. This is unfamiliar territory for you. Despite your active involvement in Aliah's school life, you've managed to maintain a certain level of privacy, keeping to yourself and avoiding unnecessary interactions with others as much as possible. Especially now, being in this marriage under the convenience of your daughter and being in this new school, it has only reinforced your desire for privacy. You don't want others knowing your personal business.

"So, how is…your daughter adjusting?" her question pulled you out of your trance.

"She's doing well and she seemed to be adjusting quickly." You respond briefly, keeping your answer vague but positive. You don't elaborate further, not wanting to delve deeper into Aliah's personal life or yours and invite more questions. She seems genuinely nice. She's not trying to pry in a malicious way—she's just being friendly. But your private nature won't allow you to relax and chat casually like the others.

"That's good."

After the painfully awkward silence, there was a sudden impact of the ball against the blonde's head that made your lips twitch despite your usual guarded expression. She stumbles slightly from the impact "Oh my..." she mutters, rubbing her head.

"S-sorry…" you bashfully stuttered as she saw you trying to hold your laughter back.

But what you didn't know is that she smiles victoriously, pleased to have finally seen a crack on you. Then, she traps the ball between her feet skillfully, making you raise an eyebrow. She looks your way, catching your surprised expression. She smirks slightly, then kicks the ball high up in the air, sending it back to the students with perfect aim and unexpected strength.

"Show off." You murmured to yourself.

She overhears your quiet comment, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. She adjusts the strap of her niece's bag, feigning ignorance but purposefully stepping closer to you. "Did you say something?" she asks teasingly, obviously enjoying your rare slip of emotion.

"N-no…" You giggled softly, you looked at her and she smiled.

"I should've introduced myself earlier but yeah, I'm Carol. Monica's aunt." She lends her hand over you.

"I-I'm Y/N…Aliah's mommy." Your small, hesitant hand disappears into her larger, calloused one.

She grins widely at your soft-spoken introduction. "Nice to meet you, Y/N." She smiled, gently releasing your hand. "So…I'll see you around?"

You didn't answer, your attention to her was long gone after you saw your daughter running towards your direction. You then fixed her trolley bag and prepared to leave.

Carol can only watch you and your daughter walk away, an unknowing smile playing on her lips. Then, all of a sudden a ball comes flying out of nowhere and hits her square in the back of the head again. She stumbles forward, letting out a loud "Ow!" and a string of curses under her breath.

"I'm not a fucking soccer goal net!"

"Auntie Carol, you said bad words!"

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In the dining room, you and Aliah sit at the table, enjoying a quiet dinner together. Aliah chatters excitedly about her day, telling you all about the kids she played with and the games they played. You listen attentively, smiling at her enthusiasm, occasionally asking follow-up questions. You also made sure to ask her if someone or something is making her feel uncomfortable, it is a small routine you do with her to make sure she is comfortable and safe in school.

Aliah suddenly stops eating, her brow furrowing. She looks down at her plate, pushing her food around with her fork. You watch her carefully, knowing that look. She lifts her big, brown eyes to meet yours. "Where's Mama?"

As if on cue, her Aunt Yelena walked in the dining room. Aliah instantly perks up and slides out of her chair to run to her great-aunt's open arms.

"Yeye!"

"Hey, baby!" She scooped the small child onto her arms and put her back to her chair. "Finish your food, I have a surprise."

"Hi, Yelena. I cooked pasta, I'll get you some."

She couldn't decline as you were already walking to get her a plate, so she sat down beside your daughter kissing her forehead.

You placed the plate of pasta in front of her, "Thank you, Y/N." She smiles at you, her eyes meeting yours briefly before she focuses back on her food. "Mmm, this is really good," she says between bites.

All of a sudden, Aliah pipes up, her voice loud. "Mama!" She whines, looking around the room. Yelena sets her fork down, realizing the absence of her sister during dinner. "Yeah? Where's Natasha?" She asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

You immediately recognize the tone in Aliah's voice—that slightly higher pitch whine that signals a tantrum incoming. You kept your voice calm and soothing, "I'll get Natasha. Sounds like someone wants her. Rick told me she just got home an hour ago but he also said that she has an important meeting right now, but I'll check."

Walking out of the kitchen, you run your fingers through your dark hair, glancing sideways at the large picture frame hanging in the hallway. You catch your reflection—you lean in to see if your make up was still on.

As you near her office, you subtly adjust your blouse, smoothing out the wrinkles. Then, you push open the heavy door of Natasha's office carefully, you peeked inside, your eyes immediately drawn to her, seated in her high-back leather chair, facing away from the doorway. There was a head peeking through her desk. Clearly, a woman with wavy red hair was kneeling in front of her. You notice the absence of Natasha's wedding ring on her finger as she's tied the red-haired woman's hair with her tight grip. Natasha moans softly, tilting her head back, exposing her neck.

You were too shocked, too frozen, too numb to feel the tear that slid down your cheek.

Slowly and quietly, you pull the door closed, careful not to make a sound. Your heart pounds in your chest as you stand in the hallway, that single tear now joined by others streaming down your face. The shock and pain of the scene you just witnessed hit you like a physical blow. Your stomach churns and you feel the sudden urge to throw up. The room spins and you grab onto the wall to steady yourself, trying not to pass out from the overwhelming dizziness that washes over you. You inhale deeply through your nose, counting to four in your head, then exhale slowly through your mouth, counting to four again, like how your therapist taught you. You repeat this pattern, trying to calm your racing heart and clear your mind, fighting the panic attack that threatens to consume you.

"You're okay, you're okay, Y/N. You're fine. You're okay." You chanted over and over as you wiped the tears off your face.

You manage to pull yourself together and walk back to the dining room, putting on a brave face. Yelena looks at you suspiciously, your puffy eyes didn't go unnoticed by her.

"Baby, m-mama is in a very important meeting. Okay?" The blonde also noticed how your voice almost cracked as you spoke. Your daughter who is oblivious to the turmoil within you, behaves angelically as she finishes her food. The threat to tantrum was long gone. "Yelena? C-can you put Aliah to bed tonight? I've got…some things to do." You asked her hesitantly.

Yelena's eyes soften with worry, obviously noticing how uncharacteristically gentle and strained your voice is. Without a word about your eyes or voice, she simply responds, "Sure," flashing a small smile.

She also made sure to pay a visit on her sister's meeting tonight.

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You retreat to your room, walking towards your large cabinets, you abruptly open your one of the drawers, grabbing the pack of marlboro red. Your fingers hover over them as you wrestle with temptation. Your hand trembles slightly, knowing the instant relief those chemicals could provide right now. The tightness in your chest, the dull ache from holding everything in…

It's an unhealthy habit that you've been using as a coping mechanism at the same time, it is an unhealthy habit you're trying to get yourself out with.

"Fuck," you whisper, unconsciously unrolling the pack's wrapper.

The cigarette trembles slightly between your fingers as you light it. The smoke curls up around your face, mirroring the storm brewing in your eyes. You sit on your bed, staring at nothing, the self-loathing growing heavier with each puff.

You took your wedding ring off your finger, you tried not to let the dam of tears break from your eyes as you examined the ring.

Everything's becoming clear to you now.

A dark voice in your head begins to whisper, planting seeds of self-doubt and guilt. You hurt her, destroyed her. Therefore, you deserve this pain, you deserve every pain she gives you. You're not good enough, never were. Your mind continues to whisper poisonous thoughts. You took a deep drag of the cigarette, the smoke burning your lungs like the guilt burning your soul. "This is karma," you told yourself. "You deserve every bit of her hate…"

A flicker of memory flashes before your eyes—the early days with Natasha, the sneaking together, the way she would sing for you in the middle of the night whenever your heart is heavy after a loss, whatever tournament you had joined. Your heart aches at the bittersweet nostalgia, the knowledge that you threw all that away because you were a fucking coward.

You stood and walked out onto the terrace, the night air enveloping you like a cold blanket. You took a long drag before exhaling slowly, watching the smoke dissipate on the icy breeze. The nicotine buzz barely touches the edges of your pain, but it's something. "She always hated these fucking things," you murmur, half-smile tinged with bitter irony.

You were about to get another cigarette when you saw your daughter, huddled in the doorway, her face streaked with tears, sniffling.

You froze on the spot and cursed yourself, you immediately stubbed out the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it, trying to make the smell and the smoke go away, but it's too late—she started wailing loudly, her tiny fists balling up as she cried. You've taken to hiding in the bathroom or stepping outside when you need a cigarette, not letting your daughter see or even inhale the smell of smoke because she hates it and you would never have your daughter breathe it. You genuinely think you're being stealthy. But it seems like every time you would light up a cigarette, your daughter would immediately know.

Seeing how it affects your little one's purity and innocence makes you feel guilty.

"You pwomise you stop smoke!" Aliah cried out loud. You carefully walked towards her, without warning, she ran towards your bed grabbing your pillow and heaved it towards you with all her might, her small arms flailing.

Getting down on your knees so you're at her eye level, you watch her tiny form trembling with emotion as she throws every pillow she can reach in your direction. "Shh, Ali...mommy's sorry..." Your voice trembled, but she continued. You took every hit of the pillow from your daughter.

You hated making Aliah cry, you hated hurting Natasha. You hated yourself causing them this.

Everything's too much, it's too much. You feel every pain physically now.

Suddenly, you crumbled to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. "Mommy's…just hurt." Your voice breaks as tears pour down your face and fall on the pillows scattered in front of you. "I'm so sorry baby, please forgive mommy…"

As you break down in sobs, your daughter suddenly stops throwing pillows and stares at you with a frown.

"Hurt, mommy is hurt," you sobbed each word as you pointed to your heart, her little brow furrows even more. She's seen you do this before when you're sad or upset.

She walked towards you, throwing the pillows back on your bed. Then, she climbs onto your lap, wrapping her tiny arms around your neck. "Mommy hurt?" Through your sobs, you nod gently, holding her close. Her soft baby scent fills your nostrils, the smell of cigarettes long gone. And you realize how much you're hurting not just yourself, but this innocent soul who depends entirely on you. She placed her ear on your chest, a thing she grew up doing to ensure your heart is still beating whenever you tell her something hurt.

"Mommy's hurting...bad..."

And you deserve all of it.

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"How many hours have you been sucking her?"

"Fucking hell, Yelena!" Natasha yelled, she pushed her office chair back and zipped her pants up.

"Out. Now." Yelena's voice brooks no argument, and the woman quickly scrambles to her feet, fleeing the room without another word. Natasha could only huff in embarrassment.

"That door is fucking closed for a reason."

"Well, it's unlocked, it seems like you wanted everyone to see the meeting you're doing here."

Natasha rolled her eyes as she moved to the nearby cabinet, pulling out a bottle of expensive red wine and a single glass. She pours herself a generous amount, her hand steady despite the tension in the room.

"Did you at least finish your meeting, sestra?" Yelena emphasizes the word 'finish' with heavy sarcasm. Natasha's jaw clenches visibly at Yelena's insinuation, her hands tightening around the wine glass. Without offering any to Yelena, she takes a long sip, still avoiding her sister's gaze.

"So this is your plan?" Yelena started again but her sister didn't bother to look. "Make her miserable?"

Now she got her sister's attention.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She murmured.

"I should've realized it." Yelena's laughter is sharp and devoid of any warmth, a bitter sound that fills the room.

"Can you…can you go?" Natasha irritatingly spat at Yelena without looking at her.

"Asking her to marry you, I thought you wanted a fresh start, sestra…"

"Watch your mouth." Natasha warned her sister, her pointed finger hanging in the air while the glass of wine was still in her hand.

But Yelena seemed unfazed by her sister's threat. "But I didn't realize…"

"Shut up!"

"That you just want to make her watch as you fuck some communal pussy with her wearing that wedding ring you put on her while you don't wear yours!"

"Fucking shut up!" Natasha hurls the wine glass across the room, missing Yelena by mere inches. The glass shatters against the wall, the sound echoing through the space. Yelena, however, remains eerily calm, not even flinching at the near miss.

She let out a deep sigh, shaking her head disappointingly. "Why are you doing this, Natasha? You've got so many options and money! You could've taken Aliah from her if that's the only thing you want! You can pay for better lawyers than her, you could've won custody!"

Natasha's jaw clenched as she tries to suppress her emotions once again. She takes a shuddering breath, attempting to regain her composure and stave off the spiral of anger and defensiveness threatening to consume her once again.

"But that's not what you really want don't you?" Her sister continues, Natasha finally meets her eye to eye. "Are you happy watching her go miserable? Kneel the ground you walk on just to earn that forgiveness from you?"

"She deserves it."

Yelena huffed about how unbelievably heartless her sister is right now. "I watched you fall apart over her. And now...now you're tearing her apart piece by piece." Yelena's voice breaks slightly. "I understand your pain, Natasha. I truly do, you're my sister. I held you through the darkest parts of it. But this...this is different. This is you actively choosing to hurt her, to break her."

"She deserves it." Natasha repeated coldly under her breath.

"Yeah, sure, Natasha. Whatever you say." Yelena was getting tired. "You're right, Y/N deserves all the pain you give her, sure. But does your daughter deserve that too? Because let's be real, you're not just hurting her, you're hurting your daughter too."

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You tucked Aliah back to sleep. You made sure to change her clothes, making sure the fresh scent of soap and fabric softener replaces the lingering aroma of cigarette that clings to her skin. You smooth Aliah's hair, you wipe away the last of your tears. Her eyes flutter closed finally, her breath evening out into the rhythm of innocent sleep. You gently adjust her blankets, placing a soft kiss on her forehead before stepping back, your own eyes damp with residual emotion.

"I love you my Iyah."

You carefully extract yourself from Aliah's room, then go straight to your room. The first thing you did was take the hidden cigarettes from their usual hiding spots. Cracking open the window for fresh air, you aggressively grind each cigarette beneath your slippers, tossing the broken remnants into the trash.

You're not physically addicted, but cigarettes have become a crutch, a coping mechanism for the pain—when something hurts. The memory where you saw Natasha and a woman who was doing god knows what kneeling under her made your throat itch wanting some relief. But the memory of your daughter's face, her little sniffles seeing you take a long drag and inhale a smoke made your body physically flinch. That will be the last, you will not make your daughter cry again, you will not hurt her with a fucking nicotine stick. She deserves better than a damn smoker of a mom.

You straighten the rumpled bed sheets, placing the pillows Aliah had thrown at you back neatly against the headboard. Suddenly, there was a knock on your door, then, the doorknob aggressively rattled. You were about to get it when suddenly it creaked open and you saw Natasha in her disheveled state.

"N-Natasha…" your voice quivered, she is the last person you would expect to go to your room right now.

She towers over you, her tall frame blocking the light from your room. You step back instinctively, she breathes heavily in your face, the scent of alcohol, the scent of another woman in her skin are burning your nostrils. Her face is completely expressionless, almost scary in its neutrality. The lack of emotion makes her features somehow sharper, more intense.

You're frozen, shock rendering you unable to process the situation. Your mind is reeling, you are still trying to move on and forgive her from what you saw earlier—her and a red haired woman, their intimate pose burned into your retinas. And now, she's here, in your room, drunk and cold.

"Nat…what-what do you want?" She doesn't answer your question, her droopy eyes dropped down to your blouse. Your body trembled as she slowly, deliberately unbuttons each button.

You didn't resist, fear rooting you in place. Your mind is screaming at you to push her away, to run, but your body refuses to cooperate. Tears well up in your eyes as she slowly pushes your blouse off your shoulders, leaving you in just your lacy bra. Natasha leans in close, inhaling deeply at your neck as if trying to consume your scent. You smelled like marlboro red. Her lips brush your skin, sending involuntary shivers down your spine. She shoves you to your bed before crawling on top of you. Then she almost ripped your bra that is solely covering your upper body, exposing your breasts. She's not gentle, not sweet. She's cold, hungry—an animal. She sucks harshly on one nipple while pinching the other. You hissed, your body arching in pleasure.

It is twisted, you just saw her with another woman but now, you're letting her take you like this—no words, no tenderness. She's a force of nature, teeth grazing on your skin, fingers digging into your flesh. She's using you, taking what she needs, and you're letting her. At least it's you that she needs right now, right?

A tear rolls down your cheek, your hands reaching the back of her head as her mouth continues to attack your body.

It's better to have her like this, than none at all.

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

just some good ole fashioned friends to lovers smut.

wc: 1.3k

cw: unprotected p in v, one mention of daddy, use of pet names, Quinn’s a yap, use of y/n like once, oral (f receiving), belly bulge, big dick quinn.

Everything was going wrong. Work cut my hours, my car needs work, Quinn’s looking more and more appetizing and he shouldn't be. I shouldn't be looking at him like he's a snack that I so desperately want to taste. He was such a fucking distraction, so much so.

Each night dragged on. My body begging for its release, brain panicking over the fact it's Quinn’s face I'm seeing as my fingers work small circles. It's always so fucking close before im betrayed by my brain and I just cant find the end.

Quinn was meant to be gone all day tomorrow, that had to be the timing I could finally do it. No Q, no thoughts, no guilt over craving the man’s mouth on mine. Just some music and myself. I can do this.

The room felt hot, my body was beginning to cave in. Everything was so close, it was sitting in the palm of my hand when everything was ripped away.

"Fuck!" I yelled. Disappointment, anger and the tears building up. Threatening to fall at any moment now. "I just wanna cum. That's all."

The door ripped open before I had any time to process the man in front of me.

"Y/n, what's wrong? Why'd you-" his voice cut off as his eyes wandered down my body, stopping right where my hand met my cunt.

"Oh my god, get out!" the panic was all my body needed as the green light for my tears to fall.

He was standing at the foot of my bed before I knew it, big hands gripped onto my calves. "I can help, sweets. Just gotta ask. Can't stand to see such a pretty baby cry."

My chest felt tighter than usual, my body surely hot to touch at this point. "Quinn, what are you- fuck." His fingers rubbing soft circles on my inner thigh.

"Wanna help, that's all. I've heard you so close the last couple of nights. Thought at first you were just edging yourself, ya know? Bein a little mean. But sweetheart, it's okay to ask for help. Let me help, promise you'll feel so good. She's crying out for me, think she knows i'm so close and i'm just leaving her hangin. That's not very nice of me huh?"

Nodding down at the man settled between your thighs, "cmon pretty baby, ask me. I know you want to, too."

I could feel his breath so close to my core, god and I wanted him so bad, wanted his help more than anything. "Uh huh, please? Can you help me?"

His tongue licked a stripe all the way up and pressed a kiss against my clit. "Sweetest cunt i've tasted, jesus." His nose settled against your clit, he inhales a little bit before in and up my folds.

"Oh," you gasp, hands falling to his hair. Legs already threatening to close, but you know you can't. His tongue fucking the tight hole, his nose rubbing gently against your clit. "Mmm, Q."

His kisses, open mouthed, and so wet. He wraps his lips around your clit. His fingers digging into your thighs, forcing your legs up. He sucks, unrelenting, until you whine. And then his tongue flicks at your clit for a few moments before it goes back to fucking you. "Fuck. Feels so good," hands gripping his hair, he groans against your cunt. "Oh my god!"

He's moving slow with it, savoring every piece of you. Remembering the pattern of your body, memorizing the taste against his tongue. His cheeks pink, eyes closed. And you can't help but wonder of all the opportunities you missed out on him doing this. You're pulled out of the thoughts when you feel his finger against your hole.

His thick, long finger slides in with no resistance. His finger curling up, while his tongue flicks at your clit at a relentless pace.

Grinding against his hand, a yelp leaves your throat. Head thrown back. "Fuck, yeah? That the spot, baby?" You rock against his hand, unable to speak. Chasing the high you feel building up in your stomach. "More, please."

He chuckles at you, "you're a greedy thing." His middle finger slides in, it's a squeeze. Slowing his movements and giving you time to adjust to the stretch. Watching your face turn to comfort, he curls his fingers back up and mumbles against your bud.

"You gonn cum? Feel you squeezin' me. You're so fucking tight. Gonna need to go slow with you, it's gonna feel so good huh? Cmon, give it to me. There she is."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-"

He stays steady, pace unwavering. Hitting that spongey spot, he brings his mouth back to your clit. Tongue rapidly flicking against it, he reaches his arm around your waist holding you against the bed. Nothing but his name falling from your mouth, like he was your god and you were praying to him and him alone.

He's pulling away, letting you catch your breath. "Fuck, can I feel you? Need to feel you."

"Yeah, yeah. Please Quinny," he's shimming his pants off before you finish your sentence. He sees your eyes widen, "know it's big, i'll be slow okay? Your pace, I promise."

Not willing to waste a moment longer, Quinn finds his way back on top of you again, sliding himself in between your folds. His thumb's at your clit again and you shiver, mouth falling open.

"You ready?" he asked softly, dragging his cock against your entrance.

"Uh huh, just, slow."

Your eyes widen as he presses into you. You exhale shakily. "I know," He coos, "you're doing so good. Just relax for me."

"Kiss me."

His forehead presses against yours, his lips hovering over yours. "Here?" He's teasing you, he thrusts forward a little more. Presses his lips onto yours before you have time to speak. Moving his mouth so perfectly. He tastes like a hint of mint and you, and you could get lost in it if he'd let you.

He pulls his hips back, then slides in. Another inch.. You gasp against him and his tongue slips into your mouth. He moans feeling you clench down.

"Let me in, baby. Please. Wanna feel you cum so bad."

You nod at the man, a little lost in your mind. Fuzzy, and hot. Rocking your hips against his, "more, please please. Need to feel more."

He kisses up your neck, "you sure?" he mumbles against your skin.

"Uh huh," your brain is so fuzzy you don't even realize it coming out. "please, daddy."

"Oh fuck," he pulls out and thrusts back in to the hilt. "can't just say shit like that."

His hips find a pace, in and out. Punching the air out of you with each thrust.

The tears start to swell again, you're so close. So fucking close.

"Hang on," he's pulling out of you and grabbing your calves and folds them as close to your chest as he can before pushing back inside you, setting his pace quickly.

Your cunt squelches around him, his hand going to set on your stomach. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-"

"Shit." He groans, "Fuck, feel me?" he's pushing down on your stomach, "I'm right there baby. Fuck,"

"I'm gonna cum," you're rambling now.

"Cmon let me feel it, shit. You're squeezin my cock so good. doing so good."

He pulls out of you quick, he cums against your pussy.

His breath was unevening, eyes staring at his load dripping down to my bed. "Fuck, i'm sorry. I know I need to help clean you up, I just can't look away yet." He reached over to his pile of clothes on the floor, fishing out his phone, "can I take a picture, sweetheart? I can't ever forget this. Gonna think about it until I die, swear."

Fuck. Brain still hazy, "uh huh."

"Gonna take you out, can't ignore it anymore. Don���t care if Jack gets mad. Stuck with me now. Hope you're okay with that."

[burningembers91]

Family Matters - Kang Dae-Ho x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Follow up piece to:

Voice Like Honey Tennessee Whiskey Bruises The Sweetest Song

Synopsis: Kang Dae-Ho comes face to face with his sister, who delivers some shocking news.

A/N: First part of the fic based on this ask, although i've changed the title i was originally going to give this fic :)

The shower was on when you got home, the sound of the water bouncing off the tiles echoed around your tiny apartment. You could hear the dulcet tones of Kang Dae-Ho’s voice, the song he was singing wrapping you in the most delicious, fuzzy hug. His voice never ceased to give you goosebumps in the best way, his deep, soulful tone carrying you away on the melody. You dumped your bags in the hall, shedding your clothes as you hurried to make it into the bathroom before he turned the water off.

“Hey you,” you smiled, taking in his broad, muscular form, rivulets of water running over the toned outline of his abs. His long, wet hair dripped into his eyes, obscuring his vision as he jumped at your voice, letting out a little yelp. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!” he cried, trying desperately to shake the water from his eyes. You waited patiently for his vision to return, watching as he pushed his hair back from his face, his chiselled jaw and perfectly carved cheekbones making your heart flutter. “Oh,” he smirked, his vision clear enough to see you’d arrived in the bathroom with no clothes on. “I was just about to wrap up, but I can keep the water running.”

He pulled you under the water with him, his lips meeting yours as his hands roamed your body. You titled your head back, letting the water cascade over your breasts as Dae-Ho’s lips peppered soft kisses across your collarbone. Your soft moans reverberated off the walls as he gently pressed you back against the cold shower tiles, a stark contrast to the heat of the water.

Hooking your right leg around Dae-Ho’s waist, you guided him inside of you, your moans swallowed by his lips. He could spend forever lost in you and it would still never be enough. Every time he pushed himself inside of you, he fell in love all over again. You sounded so pretty as you let go for him, clinging to his muscular shoulders as he held you in his arms. Your pleasure was his undoing, the two of you holding each other under the water as you came down from your highs.

You weren’t due to work tonight, but you were heading to the bar anyway. The place was more than a job to the both of you; it was the place where your story had begun, and the place that felt like home. You’d head there for a drink, maybe play a few songs before stumbling home together.

It was full to bursting as usual, the two of you cramming yourselves into a small space by the bar. Your colleagues never understood why you both loved this place so much, why you insisted on spending your free time here. But to Dae-Ho especially, this bar had been his salvation. He got to live out his dream of singing, spending every night with the woman he loved. It was a feeling he would never be able to put into words, no matter how hard he tried.

“Dae-Ho?” He heard his named being called over the cacophony, felt the hand that reached out the grasp his shoulder. He had flashbacks to the night of the fight, and he whirred around to defend himself. But standing before him wasn’t the man who’d punched him to the ground. His sister stood in front of him, her once long hair now trimmed into a bob. It had been so long since he’d seen her, and she looked so grown up, so sophisticated. “Su-Mi?” He breathed, clutching his beer bottle as he took in the face of his little sister. You watched the exchange, wondering who the woman was. For one, brief gut wrenching second you thought she might be an ex-girlfriend, but then you noticed her eyes and her nose; they were exactly like Dae-Ho’s. Even her posture mirrored your boyfriends, and you were no longer in doubt; this was his sister standing before him. “We need to talk,” Su-Mi shouted over the music. “Please.” Dae-Ho looked back at you and signalled for him to go, concern creasing your brow. You didn’t know much about his family, other than the fact that he didn’t have a good relationship with them. Whatever it was must be serious, if his sister had sought him out.

He stepped outside into the warm summer air, not quite able to meet Su-Mi’s eyes. He remembered the last time he’d seen her, begging her not to tell dad when she caught him with his backpack on, sneaking out of the bathroom window at 2am. She’d kept her promise, never letting on that she knew her brother had run away. “Is everything ok?” he asked, wondering when the hell his sister had grown up so much. Gone was the scrawny girl he’d known and before him stood a powerful looking woman. “When were you going to tell me you were back?” she demanded, swiping his beer from his hands and taking a large gulp. “Do you have any idea how long it took me to find you? You could have at least told me you were home. I thought we were close.”

“It’s… complicated,” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Dad-“ “We all know dad’s a dick, Dae-Ho,” she sighed, “but you broke mum’s heart when you left. And the hearts of our sisters. And you couldn’t even contact us to let us know you were back.” He wanted to explain to Su-Mi, wanted to tell her that he couldn’t say anything about his return. He couldn’t face his dad, couldn’t face the man who terrified him more than anything. He’d finally found the confidence to be himself, and he knew the moment he was back in his dad’s presence, that confidence would be sucked away. “And you have a girlfriend?” she cried, “how long has that been going on?” “About six months,” Dae-Ho smiled, “she’s great. You’d really like her.” “I probably would,” his sister sighed, “but I wouldn’t know, would I? Because I had no idea she existed.” “Don’t be like that.” He rolled his eyes, draining the last of his beer before she could swipe anymore. “Look, I didn’t come here to argue,” Su-Mi snapped. She’d always been feisty, a little firecracker that wasn’t afraid to stand up for herself. Dae-Ho had always admired her for that, had never understood how she could so easily stand up to their father when he had never been able to. “You need to come home.”

“Why?” He saw no reason why he should set foot over the threshold of his childhood home ever again. That place held bad memories, ones that he’d rather forget. “It’s mum,” Su-Mi said sadly. “She has cancer.”

You found Dae-Ho sitting on the floor outside the bar, his cheeks tear stained. He had no idea how long he’d been sat there, staring at the empty beer bottle clutched in his hand. Su-Mi had left him after making him promised he’d come home and check on their mother. “What is it?” you asked him, crouching down and pulling him into you.

He wasn’t sure how he was even going to begin telling you about the bomb his sister had just dropped. His mum had cancer, the prognosis still unknown, but from the moment she’d been diagnosed she’d spoken of nothing but her only son. Dae-Ho would have no choice; he’d have to face his father, would have to face the man who resembled the devil himself.

He'd spent too long running from his past. Now he had no choice but to turn and face it head on. But even with you by his side, he wasn’t sure he’d have the courage to do it.

[freshxsturniolo]

let me worship you - chris sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings : smuttttttt, pet names, established relationship.

chris sighed softly as he slowly woke up, arms reaching out to grab you, confusion instantly over his brow when he couldn't feel your soft skin. but the smell of coffee that hit his nostrils made him smile, turning onto his back and rubbing his eyes.

there was only one time the house smelt of coffee, and it was whenever you were in the kitchen. the coffee machine nick bought himself for a joke in one of their christmas videos at the end of last year. no one in the house but you knew how to use it. no one in the house but you and nick liked a cup in a morning.

reaching for his phone, he frowned however when he saw the time read 6.30am. you were always awake before him, and he always joked you were an early riser, but he had never known you to wake up SO early. he rolled back over, looking at the bedside table that was now covered in all your things, but noticed your phone and your book had gone.

he sat up immediately, getting himself out of bed and padding over to where his pants lay from last night, a smile etching his lips when he noticed his hoodie however was gone. he knew he was going to walk up those stairs into the kitchen and see you wearing it, likely cuddled on the couch with your book, blanket wrapped around your legs. but he wanted to make sure you were okay.

he found a clean hoodie, and opened his bedroom door to pad his way up the stairs. he made it half way before he heard your soft voice, quietly singing the lyrics to one of your favourite songs, the smell of coffee intensifying. when he reached the top, his eyes scanned the living area. your book was on the coffee table, a blanket already laid out ready for you, the blinds opened ever so slightly so you could see the morning sunrise. and then when he turned to you, he couldn't help but stare. you were still softly singing the lyrics to your favourite song, but you were cleaning around the coffee machine whilst your coffee sat on the kitchen table waiting, his hoodie on your body. your legs visible, a small peak of your pyjama shorts peaking underneath.

chris leant against the top of the stairs railing, watching you. but when you turned around, your head whipped to his instantly.

"jesus, chris" you say, hand on heart, "how long have you been stood there?"

he chuckled, watching you walk over to your cup of coffee. "not long. i came to check you were okay"

you smiled, taking a sip from your coffee. "im okay, baby. why wouldnt i be?"

you walked over to him now, still stood in the same position, and pressed a small kiss to his lips.

"i noticed your phone and book gone and just, i dont know, you dont usually read up here by yourself unless we're out."

you're about to walk away but he grabs your waist, his hands sliding up his hoodie on your body and his thumbs tracing lines onto your stomach. you stop and turn to look at him, a soft smile on your lips. he can't help but stare at them for a second longer than he maybe should have done, and before he knows it you've leant forward, body pressed against his as your lips brush his once more.

"i've been tossing and turning for the last few hours, is all. i didn't want to wake you up, you kept shuffling around and mumbling" you say.

"you could have woke me up, baby." he says.

your body pressed against his is slowly sending him insane. he wanted to check you were okay but the sight of you in his hoodie, your legs bare, your hair a little messy and unbrushed, the two kisses you've blessed him with, suddenly his body is tensing.

and you notice, his grip on you tightening, you can tell he doesn't even notice that he's pulling your hips so tight to his own. you smirk, settling your coffee on ledge behind him and wrap your arms around his neck.

"you've just got back from italy, babe. you've been so tired. sleep."

but his lips are on yours, his hands have moved from your hips to your face and he's holding you so tight. his tongue runs across your bottom lip, asking for permission, and you smile as you give him access.

you haven't been intimate since he got home from europe 2 days ago. he's slept so much and when he hasn't been sleeping he's been filming content or having meetings. its been cuddles in bed and stolen kisses for the last two days, but you were fine with it. you didn't need sex to know chris was your everything.

but god, the minute his tongue danced around yours, your arousal matched his. you needed friction between you even though you were pressed tightly against him, his cock hard against your stomach, but you pull away just shortly. he grumbles, leaning forward to catch your lips again but you place your finger against his lips.

"your brothers, babe."

he whips his head to the left, your finger in the air left stranded, and he aims for your neck. placing his lips on your soft spot that makes you melt every time. he places a soft kisses before mumbling.

"have to be quiet then, wont you?"

"chris" you giggle. "lets go downstairs."

his hands on your waist again now, but he's pulling at the waistband of your shorts so you’re forced to move closer to him again.

“get comfortable on that couch, baby girl. i missed you so much”

heat rushes to your core at his words, and you obey him. the coffee is long forgotten as you practically run across to the couch. you didn’t realise how much you HAD missed him until this very moment.

sitting yourself down on the couch, chris watches you intently before he places his hands on your thighs, squeezing tightly as he gets down on his knees in front of you. his eyes on you the whole time, you let out a shaky breath.

“on YOUR knees, huh?” you joke, but his hands find their way to the waistband of your thighs again tugs. your body reacts instantly, lifting up onto your hands so he can bring the shorts down your body, throwing them discarded onto the floor behind you as you settle back down.

your hands are already in his hair, you know exactly where this is going to go.

"you know i hate having to leave you. one day, i'll be able to take you everywhere and show you off like you deserve to be shown. for now, let me worship you."

worship you. oh fuck. you were not going to last longer than a few minutes.

his lips are kissing up your inner thighs, he hands firmly on the backs of them as he squeezes with each kisses. your breathing is heavy, your hands are roaming his curls. by the time he's kissed lightly at your soft cunt, you're practically hyperventilating.

"stay quiet for me, baby girl. we dont want my brothers to hear whats happening in here, do we?"

he doesn't give you time to answer before his tongue is in your fold, his nose pressed deeply against your skin. you can't help it. he did it on purpose. you screech, pushing back from the immediate sensitive pleasure as his names pass your lips.

he chuckles into your folds, vibrations sending you crazy, but his hands on the back on your tight pull you closer to him.

you have no choice but to clamp your hand over your mouth. he's working his damn magic. the feels better than it ever has before. maybe because you haven't felt him like this in almost a week, maybe because you're tired and sensitive, maybe because you're aware his brothers could hear you any second now with the paper thin walls. but you don't care.

chris is not being quiet. he's purposely moaning into you, purposely looking at your eyes and letting out little chuckles as he catches your eyes. because he loves it. he loves seeing you squirm. loves seeing the way HE makes you feel. he doesn't need anything from you when you look like this. nothing at all.

but he can see the frustration on your face when he slowly runs circles around your clit, his eyes trained to you perfectly, and suddenly air hits his lips as you pull yourself away from him.

"you're purposely being a fucking tease, aren't you?" you whimper, your breath raged. but you're leaning forward, you're grabbing him by the neckline of his hoodie and pulling him closer to you. you need him in more ways than a tease or you're going to combust. chris chuckles as he can't help but catch his lips with yours, allowing you to pull him onto you as he arms reach out to the back of the couch to steady himself, your head leaning back with him.

"want me to fuck you on this couch, huh? where we sit and watch movies and play games? where my brothers are going to sit in the next hour when they wake up?" he says in-between kisses, his hands running lines up your thighs.

"i don't care what you do, chris. just fucking do something."

you reach for the waistband of his sweatpants but he stops you, and you let out a grumble.

"missed me, huh?" he laughs, but his hands travels up your inner thigh, thumb hitting your already sensitive clit. "what did you do when i wasnt here, hmm?"

"chris" you whimper, his thumb working wonders as he rubs circles all over you, your back arching for more friction. he smirks, thumb losing contacting before taking his index finger and running it down your folds, stopping at your dripping wet entrance.

"god i missed you making you a whimpering mess" he breaths into your ear, before his finger finally enters you. you can't help it, you clamp your mouth around the fabric of his hoodie on his shoulder, not wanting to a make a sound. he was done with teasing, he was finger fucking you so hard you had to close your eyes because you couldn't see straight. when he enters a second finger, you have to let out of breath of air as you lay your head back onto the couch, eyes meeting his.

but the both of you stop immediately when a creak of the floorboard coming from upstairs startles you. chris doesn't even think before his free hand flies over your mouth, his fingers laying limp inside you. his eyes divert to the stairs, and then your eyes widen when you hear nick let out a cough.

but chris smirks, his eyes coming back to you.

"gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" he whispers, his fingers moving once again. slow at first, waiting for you to answer, but he never once moves his hands from your mouth. so you nod. you nod and try let out a small yes, but his hand pushes onto your lip further.

you're going to cum in 5 seconds flat and he knows it.

"keep looking at me, baby." he says as his fingers work in a way that can only be described as magic, his eyes full of lust as he looks down at you. the breath from your mouth and your nose trying to keep up with his pace was sending him crazy. he saw it in your eyes the exact moment you were about to come undone, and he let go out of your mouth right at the last second.

your eyes widen, and your instinct is to pull him to you. your lips crash, his smirk and chuckle hiding the muffled moan you let out as you finally hit your climax. his fingers slow, your lips part, and you lean backwards, head to the ceiling.

"chris, that was-"

your eyes widen and chris' removes his fingers from you instantly when the bedroom door behind you opens. a singing, chirpy matt making his way to his bathroom. you scramble to your feet as chris removes himself from above you, and your eyes search for your shorts. chris is chucking behind you as you final spot them, rushing over and grabbing them. you can't help the smirk the emerges to your lips as chris lets out a low whistle as you bend over. you're dripping wet and you can feel the sting on the backs of your thighs where he's left marks from squeezing you so hard. but your pulled back to reality when you hear your name called.

"y/n?"

you spin around so fast, jumping onto the couch and grabbing for the blanket to cover yourself. chris erupts, laughter washing over him as he comes and sits by your side.

"oh, chris?" matt voice calls now, and you look up at the same time matts head peaks around the corner. "oh, both of you"

"hi" you say, your voice a whimper. you don't even want to know what you look like right now. your legs are still tender and you know full well your cheeks are still flushed.

"you two are up early? i smelt the coffee and assumed you'd be reading your book" matt says to you. you smile, but chris gets in there first.

"she was. just keeping my girl company" chris shrugs. his hands move under the blanket, his hands making their way to your sensitive spot between your legs, again.

"you jet lagged too, bro?" matt says.

oh gods, he's walking towards you. you're sat utterly spent in nothing but your boyfriends hoodie with his hands edging towards you again after he just gave the greatest 10 minutes of your entire relationship on the fucking couch. and you can't even get out of it because your shorts are in your hand.

chris shrugs. "yeah, i think."

matt looks at you now. "fancy making me a coffee?"

you don't realise he's talking to you at first, but chris moving his hands away from you alerts you.

"coffee? you?" you laugh. matt shrugs.

"ive been awake for the last hour." your hearts in your fucking throat. "im gonna get a shower and get on with the day." he says. you can only nod and smile. he rubs his eyes before walking away, and when the bathroom door finally clicks shut you turn to chris immedately.

"oh my fucking god" you say, reaching out to slap his arm. but he laughs, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his chest. "do you think he heard us?"

chris kissing your head, his grip on your wrist loosening as you sit yourself up and look at him. there's a soft glow to his face, and his eyes bags have reappeared.

"i love you" he whispers. you suddenly you don't care. hell, let the world hear you.

"i love you, dumbass."

[jadebat7]

a man, a man, a man!!!

frat!bokuto x chubby!reader

summary: who cares if she has a little bit of tummy and big thighs, just more to love!

(lightly inspired by this reel)

You didn't exactly hate parties. In fact, you loved going out with your friends, getting ready before, coming home after and taking off your uncomfortable heels.

College was the time to party, obviously. You were going to party. There's something so cathartic about screaming the lyrics to some 2000s trash pop song.

But this party was not your cup of tea. You always refused to go to frat parties with your friends, doubting you'd even be let in. The frat guys on campus were... to put it simply, assholes.

You saw their sideways stares and snickers with their friends. They never tried to hide it. And really at this point, you were used to it. Too long have you been the punching bag.

It was a miracle that you got in, although it was likely because of your friends. They were both super gorgeous, like, model pretty. You weren't jealous, of course.

That's the thing, you knew you were chubby, you knew you weren't skinny but you didn't care. People can judge you all they want, you think your hot and that's what matters, right?

You followed your friends through the large house, the music reverberating against the walls and banging against your ear drums. The ground shook under your feet, your sneakers were weirdly... sticky? Ew.

Either way, you and your friends found the drinks and made yourselves a random mixture of alcohol in shitty red solo cups.

Your friends had on short skirts and tank tops. They looked amazing, as always. You opted for a pair of jean shorts and a white t-shirt. Simple, and easy. Right?

Wrong.

As you were following your friends through the crowd, you heard laughing and soon someone "accidentally" bumped into you, spilling their drink on you. It was red, of course.

The guy laughed, "Shit- My drink, watch where you're going, hippo"

You rolled your eyes, about to go find a bathroom before,

"Apologize right now," A loud voice spoke, standing in front of you. You looked at him, you could barely see him. All you could see in the darkness was his silhouette and his booming voice.

From what you could see, he was... well, he wasn't too bad to look at.

"What? You seriously asking me to apologize? Maybe if she didn't take up half the room, I wouldn't have ran into her"

You almost laughed, it was a good insult, honestly. A little dramatic, but still.

The man in front of you didn't seem to feel the same. He shook his head, "Fuckin' asshole-"

Before you knew it, he grabbed your wrist and was dragging you away from the small crowd that had formed.

Were you about to get murdered? Possibly. But, like, yolo? His grip on your wrist was firm, but still gentle enough to not hurt you.

As you were dragged away, you heard the same voice shout,

"You wanna fuck that fat bitch so bad"

The man stopped, turning back to look at him.

"And so what if I do? Makes me 10x the man you are."

Eventually, you were upstairs. In a room, which was surprisingly clean. Nice job, mystery man.

Once the door was closed, he looked at you

"Hey! Sorry- Hey, uh, sorry about that."

He was somehow more shy now that the two of you were alone. And now that you got a good look at him, he was actually really fucking attractive, and was pretty muscular.

"My names Bokuto, by the way. Or Kou, maybe Kou is better- I'm not a fan of formalities anyway"

His back was turned to you, searching around in the closet.

"I'm y/n, and, why did you drag me up here? And why did you defend me- I've never met you before"

He looked back at you, "Well, I dragged you up here to get you a change of clothes. And I defended you because no one should talk to a person like that,"

He turned back to look in the closet

"Specially when its a pretty girl"

Did you hear that last part right?

No you were probably hearing things.

You stood awkwardly for a few more seconds before he pulled out a hoodie. It was black with a school crest on the back and some writing on the front.

"This good?"

You looked at the hoodie, sighing.

"Its fine, I'm just gonna go back to my dorm. I don't fit in guys clothes."

He smiled, "You'll fit in mine."

You raised a brow, a small smile forming on your face.

"Really?"

"Really."

You shrugged, taking the hoodie. He turned around and you took off your ruined shirt and put on the hoodie and..

It was actually kind of, big on you?

You looked at it, fighting the smile on your face. "Huh, what do you know"

He turned around, "Told ya"

You rolled your eyes, "I won't admit your right,"

You paused for a few seconds, looking around the room before looking back at him.

"Unless, you go on a date with me?"

He grinned, "You have yourself a deal, pretty girl"

a/n: lowkey also wrote this bc I was SICK of seeing hq x chubby readers where the reader is super shy or not confident, so yeah! The outcome might be a little more cringe than I wanted but whatever!

Reblogs always appreciated!

btw my requests are wide open...

[thanosscross]

Hello hello!! Welcome to my little meet your writer section!! 🫶🫶 I’m so excited you’re here! Welcome!

I felt like with you all being my lovelies and being so kind and amazing, you might want to get to know the writer behind some of your favorite stories of mine! 🫶💕☺️ please keep in mind this is a judgement free page, where none of it will be tolerated, unless we’re judging the man who shall not be named 🙄 so welcome! Get to know me here 🫶🫶

Hi! I’m currently 19 turning 20 this February 5th! 🫶 which I’m very excited about,

I go by she/they, really anything you’d like to call me! I’m somewhat the middle child, I have an older brother and two younger brothers, so I’m the only daughter/niece/granddaughter on my dad’s side (my dad’s only child). I grew up with somewhat of a rocky childhood so I’ve always got a soft spot for kids, I’ve become the ‘Mary Poppins’ of my family rather quickly so I’ve always got a kid on my hip, whether its my cousin, youngest brother (5&6), or my fiancée’s niece (5).

I’ve been engaged for almost a year now, I met my fiancee working at a local grocery store, She came through my check-out line, before applying a few weeks later. I ended up being the person to train her for the job position, and ever since then we hit it off, We were both in pretty toxic relationships before, so whenever we got together it was a little weird, but we quickly found a healthy groove together, and it's just been happy times ever since <3 A lot of people say it's too soon, or we're too young, but we prefer it this way, it gets all of the big stressful stuff out of the way, that way we'll have more time to focus on each other and building our family in the future <3. I was always taught that whenever you find the person you know is not only a good relationship partner but also a good business partner, you've found the one, and nothing is too fast, and I know I found my perfect partner in life <33.

I like writing a lot, I’ve been writing since I was about, 9 or 10? So almost full decade now, holy shit, I started out on wattpad, moved to writing on paper, and then eventually moved to tumblr around the time I turned 14? I like to call myself a 'detailed writer', I think of it as a writer who is more focused with writing out physical feelings and emotions. I like my stories to not only be easy to read, but I also like my stories written in a way where you can really picture or imagine the feelings behind the words, I feel like those are the best stories to read, in my opinion <33

I have five animals in total (I know! A lot!) I have three dogs, and two guinea pigs, MooMoo, Charlie, Daisy, Winnie, and Honey Bunz, who are all pain in my asses, but I wouldn't know what to do without all of them <3. For the longest time I wanted to be a lawyer, then it changed to a police officer, all because my original dream of being a firefighter was kinda taken from me whenever I was diagnosed with something that prevents me from safely working in overheated conditions. Now I'm set on writer, or just in the public eye, I don't really mind how, preferably some type of dancer (Competition teams/back-dancer/etc) Or a screen writer, I just want a position in the public eye where I'm actually heard and not just drowned out over the sounds of everybody else (Told you lovelies, rough childhood) I want my words to mean something, I want to be a voice for the people who can't find theirs yet <3

Favorites? Music wise? It's a little all over the place but my top five? (not in order) BigBang, ATEEZ, ENHYPEN, Sir-Mix-Alot, and stray kids <3 Shows? Squid game definitely, or a spin off series of the walking dead that's recently come out, The Walking Dead: The ones who live, I also watch 911, and the Rookie (I really miss being a firefighter when I had the chance). Movies? Really anything horror, I'll always be excited about a new scary movie that comes out, I've been like that since I was itty bitty though >< Jobs? I'd have to say either being a firefighter at only 16-17, or being the Easter Bunny one time at my local mall, those two were the most fun!

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Hmmmm...Last get to know me section..What should I put? We'll get a lil personal. I've struggled with severe depression and anxiety since I was around 11 or 12, whenever I had something bad happen to me at 13, it just caused it to become worse, along with other diagnoses. This one is a little more recent, and I'm still a little iffy about sharing it, just because a lot of people give it a bad rep, but I was recently diagnosed Bi-Polar. It wasn't that much of a shock, almost every female in my family has it, and it made a lot of sense for some things I experienced, especially the manic part of it. I've slowly been learning just because I was raised around people who are Bi-Polar who weren't good people, doesn't mean I'm a bad person just because we share the same diagnosis. I go to the doctor, take meds, just like anybody else <3, Some of you lovelies might question why I got so personal on here about it, but for the few that have the same thoughts, know you're not alone, I'm in the same boat with you, so why not us hang out and chill while we're here <33

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[keeryhours]

1000 follower celebration!

Hi all! Thank you SO MUCH for 1k, I can’t believe my little blog I started in November just to share my fanfics on has become a place where people actually enjoy my writing and I’ve made the best of friends.

For my celebration this time, I’ll be taking requests of your choice of 1-3 of the following prompts and writing a blurb for them! They’ll probably be under 1k words unless I get super inspired. Request as much and whatever you want!

Characters:

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

Rafe Cameron

Gator Tillman

Emperor Geta

Prompts:

Smut

"Keep talking back, I dare you."

"Don't run from it, princess. Push back on me."

"Don't make me punish you."

"Stop teasing."

"Like what you see?"

"What are you waiting for?"

"Let me see those eyes."

"Quiet. We don't wanna get caught now, do we?"

"We're in public, you know?"

"Make me."

"Is that all you got?"

"Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop."

"I'm trying so hard not to fuck you senseless right now."

"Clothes off. Now."

"I'll give that mouth something to do"

"I'm waiting."

"Such a good girl."

"Mine."

"Behave."

"What did you just say?"

"Come here."

"Patience."

"Hands behind your back."

"What are you doing?"

"Don't stop."

"Scream for me."

"If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god."

"What's my name?"

"I'd hold onto something, if I were you."

"Wanna taste?"

"Are you not wearing any underwear?"

"You're really going to make me beg for it?"

"I'm gonna show you what real fucing is."

"You like it when I'm rough?"

"I like your hand in mine, but I think it would look even better if it was wrapped around my throat."

"You're so sexy when you're all hot and bothered."

"Fuck, I love the sounds you make."

"Does this feel good?"

"Please..."

"Use your words, princess."

"On your knees."

"You heard me. Take. It. Off."

"If you don't like me teasing then why are you moaning?"

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll forget ever even meeting that asshole."

"I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that."

"You make a sound and it's game over, angel."

"If you make me pull over, I swear you won't be able to walk for the next week."

"You're going to regret that, sweetheart."

"You only cum when I say so, understood?"

Fuck, that's good."

"How about you come over here and help me out, huh?"

"Don't think I'm letting you get away with that, princess."

"Not yet."

"I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock."

"Don't play innocent with me."

"We're not done yet."

"You have to work for it."

"I told you you were gonna be begging."

"I have seen you naked before."

"Do you think you deserve this?"

Fluff

"You're breathtaking."

"I love it when you laugh."

"If you try to tickle me one more time, I swear you will not get another kiss for a week."

"I never want to forget this moment."

"Here, take my jacket."

"Wanna bet?"

"I brought you dinner."

"Let me hold it for you."

"Here, let me help you."

"How did I get so lucky?"

"You're the best thing to have ever happened to me."

"I will never leave you."

"You have such a beautiful smile."

"Talk to me."

"I got you."

"You look really good in my shirt."

"Come back to bed."

"Hold me."

"I dreamed of you."

"Have I told you 'I love you' today?"

"I'm so lucky to have you."

"I missed you."

"Hey, Look at me. I love you, okay?"

"You live in my head rent-free."

"I've seen the way you look at me."

"I think I like you, and it freaks me out because I don't know what to do or say."

"You make me nervous."

"You make me feel safe."

"I trust you."

"You're so cute I could just kiss you right now!"

"Not to be dramatic, but... I would jump off a cliff for you."

"What I'm trying to say is... I like you."

"Did you just confess your feelings to me?"

"Will you stay the night?"

"You drive me mad."

"I love you so much it physically hurts."

"So... are you just gonna keep staring or are you going to kiss me?"

"All I can think of is you."

"Put your lips on mine."

"I can't be without you."

"Please don't leave me like that ever again. It scared me."

"How long are you gonna keep denying you feel the same?"

"You're my kryptonite."

"I can't say no to those eyes."

"You're so cute when you get angry."

"I will never get tired of you."

"I'd like my good morning kiss now, thank you very much"

"I'm proud of you."

"You remembered?"

Angst

"You never mattered to me."

"What do you want me to say? Do you want me to lie and say I love you?"

"I don't know who you are anymore..."

"Please wake up"

"You weren't there when I needed you most."

"Screw it, we're done. I can't deal with your drama anymore."

"Don't you blame me!"

"You're taking their side?"

"Don't leave. Please."

"I regret it all."

"Why won't you let me help you? Let me help you!"

"Don't you get how much you mean to me?"

"Go. Just... go."

"I used to love you..."

"I don't want your help."

"I want to hate you. But I can't. And that- that sucks."

"I wish once, just once, you would love me for who I am."

"You're always leaving me."

"You're such a disappointment."

"You disgust me."

"I wish I'd never met you."

"I never meant to hurt you."

"We were just not meant to be."

"Don't push me away."

"I'm not your punching bag."

"It hurts when I realize I'll never mean as much to you as you do to me."

"I wanted to believe you loved me."

"You made me think I actually mattered."

"Tell me you don't want to leave. Say I'm enough to make you stay. I know it's not true but please- just say it."

"How could you stand there and pretend this isn't your fault?"

“Tell me I’m wrong. Say it. Please.”

“Don’t give me that look. Did you really expect things to be different this time?”

"Can you just- for a minute, can you pretend that I mean something to you?'

“Oh my god, you love them. And they don’t love you back. How perfect.”

"Give me one good reason, and I'll stay."

“The one day you notice I’m gone, I’m supposed to feel bad for you?”

“I know you did the best you could. But it wasn't enough.”

“No wonder you’re not afraid of the dark. Nothing outside your head could be as scary as what’s inside it.”

"You dug your own grave."

"I can't even look at you."

"Did you really think I would simply forgive and forget?"

"Stay away from me."

“I was drowning right in front of you, and you were too busy to notice.”

"I won't fall for your little games anymore."

"I didn't mean it."

"I had finally forgotten about you. I had finally started to live again. And now you decide to come back."

"Just forget about me."

"You need to let me go."

"Stop lying to me!"

"You ruined everything."

"You never really loved me, did you?"

"There is no fixing this."

"I hope you got what you wanted."

"You're pathetic."

"Don't look for me."

"You can hate me all you want. But I know I'm right."

"Do you realize you're trying to justify the unjustifiable?"

"You don't own me."

"I hope you're happy now."

“You looked right at me when you said it. Your eyes told me you meant every word.”

Prompts from @/voidfxndoms

[belovedhoon]

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pairing: renjun x f! reader fandom: nct dream

a/n: i've been working on this for so long...I started it at the beginning of Jan, but uni started and I was BUSY! but alas here is a new fic! i hope you guys enjoy! <3

wc: 5.8k words contains: boat crash, smut, fluff, angst (obvi) taglist: @shypen @st1llm0nster @squoxle

synopsis: to take a break from your stressful life as a journalist in seoul, you decide to go on a cruise to hawaii. but on your way to hawaii, the ship encounters a huge storm causing the boat to crash. you think for sure you’re dead but when you end up on a remote little island, you don’t know whether you are lucky or doomed. when you awaken on the island, you notice you’re not the only one to survive the shipwreck. that’s when you meet renjun, who appears to be handed the same fate as you. it’s up to just the two of you to survive, your survival and rescue depends on each other.

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“Yes Mark, I’ll let you know when I arrive in Hawaii. I’ll be fine! I’ll talk to you soon.” You said to your brother on the phone, trying to ease his worries about you traveling to Hawaii alone, which wasn’t unusual for you, you were a journalist after all. “I love you too Minhyung, stop worrying so much! Bye!” You said pulling out his government name to stop him in his tracks from rambling again, before hanging up before he can try to convince you to get off the cruise ship. You chuckled shaking your head at your brother’s worried nature. It’s not like you haven’t traveled alone before, you’ve been all over the world, seeing as it is your job to travel and to report stories happening around the globe. ‘This is gonna be good for me, to travel with no worries of work, I haven’t done that in a long time.’ You thought to yourself, heading to your room on the ship. 

You scanned your key card to your room and walked inside taking in the surroundings. It was really fancy inside, not that you expected any different, you had splurged and purchased a nicer room, just because you thought you deserved it. You placed your suitcases on the ground by your giant poster bed and decided to shower before you went out to grab food and explore the ship. As you made your way to the deck, you heard a weird noise but brushed it off thinking it was just a normal mechanical noise from the ship. You continued further onto the deck looking out to the sea, and wow how beautiful but dangerous it was. You would soon realize just how dangerous the ocean was, you just didn’t know it yet. 

As you are walking around the deck, you feel the boat swaying more than you have felt it do so the entire time you were on it. You look up and notice the storm, realizing that must be why the ship is swaying so much. A slight worry goes through you but you bury it down with the thought that cruise ships encounter storms all the time, you were just being paranoid.

Then all of a sudden a huge wave hits the ship, jarring it so much that you tumble, a shriek leaving your mouth at the sudden movement. ‘Maybe I should head back to my room, I’ll be more at ease there.’ You thought to yourself. As you are starting to head back towards the inside of the ship, another bigger wave hits the ship causing the ship to jar violently. You turn around to look at the storm, just in time to see a catastrophic size wave heading towards the boat, but before you can run, move, or do anything, the wave hits, tossing you so hard that everything goes black.

You blink your eyes slowly, a pounding in your head as you finally open your eyes. When you do open your eyes all you see is brightness, thinking that you are for sure dead. Then your eyes adjust and you turn your head slightly to the side and realize you’re on sand. You turn to the other side and notice a body lying about 10 feet away from you. ‘Oh my god, what happened?’ You think to yourself, when everything comes rushing back to you and how the last thing you remember is being on the cruise ship and a giant wave coming towards the boat, and you being paralyzed in fear. 

You sit up slowly, the pounding in your head getting worse the more you move around, but you need to know where you are and if that person is dead… You get up slowly, your legs wobbly, like you’re a baby dear learning to walk and make your way to the body of what looks to be a man. As you approach the almost lifeless man, he shoots up and sputters out water, turning his head side to side frantically, causing you to jump back startled. 

“W-who are you?” The man asks, his voice raspy from the water that just came from his lungs. Your eyes widen and you stare at him for a second before you reply.

“I-I’m Y/N..” You say quietly, studying the man. The man mumbles something quietly and you think he says something along the lines of “Y/N…that’s a pretty name..” finding it odd that, that is the first thing he thinks in this situation but don’t question it. The man turns to look you in the eyes before looking you up and down as if he’s assessing your condition.

“Are you hurt…?” You trail off when you realize you don’t know his name. The man shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans against the tree close by him. 

“I’m not hurt…just a little shaken up.” He replied, his tone almost nonchalant for the situation, his eyes still fixed on you. You too keep your eyes on him assessing him the same way he did you. 

“Oh um, that’s good I suppose…what’s your name?” You ask awkwardly, not really knowing what to do in this situation. He chuckles softly, the sound soothing, as if he were waiting for you to ask him his name the whole time. 

“My name is Renjun.” He said, his gaze still intense and unwavering. You nod, testing out his name, “Renjun”. He hums in response, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as you say his name again in confirmation. 

“Well Renjun, do you have any idea where we are?” You ask him. He looks around the area, his expression serious as he takes in his surroundings. You do the same and notice that it appears that you are on some type of island. 

“Um no idea, it looks like we’re on some deserted island of some sort,” Renjun replied, his arms still crossed. How is he so calm about this? Must be in some sort of shock, because you felt like you were 2 seconds away from having a breakdown. 

“Yeah, it looks like it. What do we do? How do we leave?” You ask frantically. Renjun pushes off the tree and begins to walk around, inspecting the surroundings more closely. 

“I-I don’t know. We’re going to have to wait until rescue arrives or find a way to signal for help.” Renjun says his eyes scanning the shoreline and then the trees surrounding the back of you two. You follow behind him. 

“That’s a good idea…Should we…do you think we should try to find other people?” You say to him, which causes Renjun to stop in his tracks. He turns to look at you studying your face, not knowing how to say this without making you panic even more. 

“No, I don’t think there are any other people here. We’re on a deserted island remember?” He said his tones indicating that he thinks you should have realized that already. You scratch your neck sheepishly, feeling silly for asking that when it was clearly just you two present. 

“I suppose that was a dumb question. Sorry.” You say to him avoiding eye contact. Renjun lets out a soft chuckle, a hint of amusement in his eyes before he replies.

“No need to apologize. We’re both still disoriented from the crash.” Renjun says softly, his voice gentle as he approaches you. 

“I guess so…” You say as you take in your surroundings. “Should we find shelter? It looks like the sun is going to go down soon.” You finish. He nods his head in agreement, looking up at the sky.

“Yeah, we should find shelter before night falls. We don’t want to be caught in the dark without a place to stay.” Renjun says, scanning the area and searching for a suitable place to take cover. You nod your head, following after Renjun to find shelter. He leads you further into the woods on the island, looking for a spot that is both dry and safe. Finally, he spots a small cave, hidden among the trees.

“This should do.” He said, gesturing for you to follow him inside the cave. You follow him inside the caves entrance and the first thing you think is that it’s cold inside. 

“Okay…I don’t suppose you know how to start a fire do you?” You ask looking at him. Renjun just laughs before smirking, his eyes glinting with confidence. 

“Of course I do. I’m not completely useless you know.” He says, walking over to gather some dry wood and sticks from the ground. Your eyes widen at his words and you stumble over your words blushing.

“I-I didn’t think you were!” You say frantically. He glances back at you, a hint of a smile on his lips as he sees your flushed face. 

“Oh? But you’re flushed, are you sure you don’t think I’m useless?” He teases, continuing to gather the necessary materials for the fire. You sigh exasperated.

“I swear..I just know I don’t know how to. I’m a journalist for crying out loud. It’s not exactly in our job description” You say embarrassed. He just chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. 

“No need to explain yourself, I was just teasing you. Journalists have their own skills and starting a fire isn’t one of them I suppose which is okay.” He said stacking the gathered wood in a neat pile in the cave. You smile softly at his words and nod your head.

“Yeah…so what do you do for work Renjun?” You ask trying to make small talk. He glances at you as he begins to arrange the wood for the fire. 

“I’m a model.” He says casually, his eyes now back and focused on his task at hand. You process the information and your eyes widen at his revelation. 

“A model?! I didn’t know models needed to know how to start fires…” You mumble confused. Renjun huffs out a soft chuckle, amused by your reaction. 

“Well, we don’t usually have to start fires normally, but sometimes you need certain survival skills for…other things.” He said vaguely, a sly smile playing on his lips. You nod deep in thought.

“I see…” You say softly, watching Renjun so focused on trying to start the fire. “Is there anything I can at least do to help?” You ask, feeling bad, you aren’t doing anything. He looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours. 

“Actually, yes. There is something you can do to help.” Renjun said, gesturing for you to come closer. You nod getting closer to where Renjun is. 

“Okay! What do you need me to do?” You ask enthusiastically. Renjun grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Come here and light the fire!” He said, holding out the lighter to you. Your eyes sparkle in delight as you take the lighter from him, your hands barely brushing against each other and you spark the lighter. Renjun watches as you light the fire, a hint of admiration in his eyes.

“You did it. Good job Y/N.” he says, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and approval. You smile up at him.

“Thank you Renjun, I couldn’t have done it without you.” You say softly. Renjun smiles back at you, his gaze softening as he looks at you. 

“You’re welcome, but don’t forget, I did most of the work.” Renjun teased, sitting down beside the fire and patting the space next to him. A small smile tugs at your lips and you roll your eyes playfully.

“Right, right.” You say laughing at his gleeful expression. He laughs with you at your eye roll, clearly enjoying the banter between you two. 

“Come on, sit down, it’s getting dark, let’s rest.” He says gesturing for you to take the seat beside him once again. You nod and take the seat beside him. 

“So, what’s our plan for tomorrow?” You ask, shivering as a cold gust of wind rips through the cave. Renjun notices you shivering from the cold, wraps an arm around your shoulder, and pulls you closer to his warmth. 

“Tomorrow, we’ll need to scout the island for food and fresh water. And maybe we can try to find a way to signal for help. Renjun says, his voice low and steady. You nod your head in agreement.

“Do you…”you say hesitating, before whispering the next sentence as if someone or something else would hear you. “Do you think there’s a mountain lion or something that’s in the cave or close by?” You ask with unease. Renjun looks at you and then chuckles softly, his grip on you tightening slightly. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe from any wild animals.” He said his voice firm and reassuring. “And I doubt there are any mountain lions on this island, it’s too small for that,” Renjun said softly. You nod your head slowly at his words, feeling more at ease. 

“Yeah…that makes sense. I guess I’m just a little paranoid.” You say to him. Renjun gives your shoulder a gentle reassuring squeeze, his expression softening. 

“That’s understandable to feel that way, considering our current situation. But I promise, I’ll keep an eye out for anything that might threaten us.” He said his eyes scanning the cave surroundings, the glow of the fire illuminating his stunning features. You thank him sincerely with a soft smile and then a small yawn. He notices your yawn and chuckles. “Looks like someone is tired,” Renjun says, his voice gentle as he pats your shoulder affectionately. You nod slowly.

“I can stay up and help keep watch though still.” You say, another yawn breaking through you. He shakes his head, telling you it’s fine and that you need the rest, that he’ll watch over you. You nod gratefully at his words. “Okay, thank you, Renjun.” You say lying your head on his shoulder and dozing off. Renjun smiles fondly as you rest your head on his shoulder, his hand gently rubbing your arm. 

“Sleep well, darling.” He whispers, watching over you protectively as you drift off to sleep.

You awoke the next morning disoriented. You look around to check your surroundings and notice that the jacket Renjun was wearing the previous day was draped on top of you. ‘Renjun…wait where is Renjun?’ you thought to yourself as you looked around searching for him but not seeing him anywhere. 

“Renjun…? Renjun! Where are you?” You yell out panicking. Renjun emerges through the cave opening, carrying a bundle of fruit and berries. Renjun looks at you and notices your panic.

“I’m here, I’m here! I just went to gather some food.” He says hearing the nervousness in your voice. Relief spreads over you as you let out a sigh of relief. 

“I was so worried Renjun! I’m glad you’re back.” You say quietly. Renjun chuckles as he approaches you, and sets the fruit down. 

“Don’t worry so much, I wasn’t and won’t leave you here alone here.” Renjun said his tone serious, before ruffling your hair playfully. You smile softly at his words. 

“Thank you, Renjun…what did you find?” You ask the man. Renjun sits down beside you, sorting through the fruits and berries he gathered. 

“A mix of mangoes, berries and some wild vegetables. Not the most exciting breakfast, but it’ll do.” Renjun said handing you a mango. You smile and accept the fruit.

“This is great! Thank you!” You say gratefully. Renjun smiles as you take the mango from him, his eye softening. 

“No need to thank me. I’m just glad we have something to eat.” He said, grabbing a berry for himself and popping it in his mouth. You smile and nod in agreement. Renjun smiles back at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. 

“You look beautiful when you smile, you know that?” He said his voice soft and genuine. You look up at him surprised by his words, a soft blush on your face. 

“Oh, thank you Renjun, that’s sweet of you.” You say softly. He grins, clearly pleased with your reaction. You are both just looking at each other for a bit, enjoying the moment, when you remember the situation and look down sadly. 

“What are we gonna do? How are we going to leave? My brother is probably worried sick…” You say, your tone was solemn. Renjun notices the sadness in your expression and his smile falters slightly. He sighed, his expression becoming more serious as he thought about the situation you two were in. 

“I-I’m not sure yet…but we’ll figure it out. We’re both smart and resourceful. And I won’t give up until we find a way to leave the island.” He said sincerely, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. You look up at Renjun and nod. 

“I’m glad it was you I got stuck with.” You say sincerely. He smiles at your words, his eyes sparkling with affection. 

“Me too, I’m grateful it was you too, we make a good team don’t we?” Renjun said, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You smile agreeing with a cheery “We do!”

“Should we look around the island now?” You ask, with newfound vigor coursing through you. Renjun chuckles at your enthusiasm, his heart warming at your smile. 

“Absolutely. Let’s explore the island and see what we can find. Who knows, we might discover something to help us find a way to leave.” He said, standing up and offering you a hand to help you up. You take his hand, nodding in agreement. He pulls you up, firmly gripping your hand as you both stand. “Ready to go, partner?” Renjun asks, his eyes filled with a new determination. You grin and nod once again in agreement. 

“Let’s do this Junnie!” You say excitedly. He grins at the nickname, his heart fluttering at the sound of it. 

“That’s the spirit, darling.” He said, intertwining his fingers with yours, as you begin to walk. You smile softly, squeezing Renjun’s hand, thinking hopeful thoughts. Renjun squeezes back as if he can sense your positive thoughts. He can’t help but feel hopeful as well, feeling a newfound determination to find a way off the island with you by his side. As he thinks this he can’t help but also feel a twinge of sadness as he wonders what will happen once you off the island. Will you forget about him? Will you lose contact? He really hopes that's not the case. 

“What if we made a sign? Like we could put some giant rocks that say Help or something.” You suggest bringing Renjun out of his thoughts. He chuckles at your suggestion, nodding in agreement. 

“That’s not a bad idea at all. Let’s do it.” Renjun says in agreeance. You two look around for some large rocks that you could use. When you find them you arrange them in a way that spells out “HELP” large enough that it might attract attention from anyone that might be flying by. 

“That should do right?” You ask once you finish arranging the giant rocks. You look at your and Renjun’s accomplishments. Renjun steps back and admires the sign a satisfied smile on his face. 

“Yeah! It looks great. It’s definitely visible from a distance.” He says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into a hug. You grin, looking up at him hopeful, Rejun returns your smile, gently brushing a strand of stray hair out of your face.

“I have a good feeling about this Y/N, someone will see our sign and come to our rescue soon.” He says, his eyes filled with confidence and hopefulness. You nod with a small “I believe so too.” Renjun leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“That’s my girl, always stay optimistic.” He says, his hand moving to cup your cheek. You blush and look up at him, Renjun chuckles at your blush, finding it adorable. 

“You’re so cute, optimism looks good on you darling.” Renjun says, gently tracing his thumb over your cheekbone, as if in a trance. You give him a knowing look before you lean up and press a quick soft kiss to Renjun’s lips. Renjun is caught off guard by the sudden kiss, but quickly recovers and kisses you back, his grip on your waist tightening slightly, before pulling back after a moment, a playful glint in his eyes.

“You’re getting bold, now aren’t you?” He teases, his lips curling into a small smirk. You just smile cutely.

“You deserve it after all your hard work…and for you know…protecting me.” You say bashfully. He laughs softly, his heart melting at your words. 

“Oh? You’re just trying to butter me up, aren’t you?” He says pretending to be annoyed but failing to hide his amusement. “I won’t deny it’s working!” He says again. 

“It’s just the truth Junnie!” You say smiling playfully, pushing his chest. You look up at the sky and see it’s getting dark again. “Look it’s getting dark again, should we head back to camp?” You ask when you notice the sun going down. Renjun glances up at your words and nods his head in agreement. He reluctantly releases his hold on you, before taking your hand in his leading you back to the makeshift camp you have set up, guiding you through the darkening forest with ease. When you get back to the camp, you stow the fire making it big enough to keep you two warm throughout the night. Renjun watches as you tend to the fire, appreciating your resourcefulness. He helps you gather more firewood and sets up a comfortable spot for you both to rest for the night. You lie down by the fire to gather warmth, before gesturing for Renjun to come to where you are lying down. 

“Come, it’s particularly colder tonight.” You say softly. Renjun nods at your invitation and joins you by the fire, sitting down beside you and pulling you into his lap. 

“You’re right, it’s cold tonight. But we should be able to keep warm with the fire and each other’s body heat.” Renjun says, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to his chest. You smile appreciative of Renjun’s warmth and kindness. He rests his chin on your head, enjoying the feeling of having you in his arms. He gently runs his fingers through your hair, feeling content and protective of you. You both fall asleep this way, with you held tight in Renjun’s embrace. 

You awake the next morning to the sound of Renjun hitting a coconut. You rub your eyes sleepily, before getting up and walking over to where Renjun is opening the coconut. You lean against the tree next to where he’s struggling to get the fruit to open. 

“Any luck?” You ask with a playful grin. Renjun scoffs and blows his bangs out of his eyes. He looks up at you and shakes his head clearly upset at the fact the fruit is so hard to open. You gesture to the fruit asking if you could try. He steps away to let you try. You look around and spot a sharp-looking rock and beat it against the coconut, it takes a few tries but the fruit finally starts to split enough so that you can use your hands to open it fully. Renjuns eyes widen and he laughs in disbelief. 

“What the–” He starts but stops and laughs again amazed at you.  “What would I do without you?” He says to you. You just grin and shake your head. 

“Well you wouldn’t open coconuts, that's for sure!” You say playfully. Renjun just scoffs playfully and takes the piece of fruit you hand to him. 

“Well then good thing you’re here right?” Renjun says teasingly. “No, but seriously, I’m glad you’re here…” He says his tone genuine. You grin at him.

“I’m glad you’re here too!” You say just as genuine. He smiles and nods.

“Good, because you’re stuck with me darling,” Renjun said playfully. You laugh at that.

“Well, I guess you’re right.” Renjun smiles at your laughter, loving the sound. 

“Damn right, I’m right. You can’t get rid of me that easy,” he said. You snorted at his words.

“I can’t get rid of you, even if I wanted to…but good thing I don’t want to get rid of you.” You say teasing him. Renjun realizes what he said and blushes at his ignorance, choosing to ignore that and steps closer to where you're still standing up against the tree. You grin up at him and hug him to let him know you were just messing with him. Renjun hugs you back, nuzzles his face into your hair, and lets out a low chuckle. 

“I knew you couldn’t resist me.” Renjun lets out. You let out a noise of surprise, not expecting him to say that. You swallow thickly. Before responding shyly. 

“You’re right…it’s becoming harder to resist you Renjun.” You say softly. Renjun pulls away a bit and smirks at your admission, a sense of satisfaction washing over him. He then steps closer to you, closing the distance between you two until you’re mere inches apart from the other. 

“Is that so? I never thought you’d admit to wanting me darling.” Renjun says gently, yet with a hint of lust in his voice. You sigh looking away from him.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to admit that I want you…It’s just that I feel guilty because of the fact I shouldn’t be thinking about things like that when we are trapped here.” You admit to him quietly. Renjun tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. 

“Guilt? Sweetheart, you shouldn’t feel guilty for being human. And in case you haven’t noticed…we have nothing better to do other than wait.” He says his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, his touch sending sparks down your spine. You gaze into his eyes and nod hesitantly in agreement, letting out a small “You’re right.” Renjun steps even closer if possible, your bodies now flush against each other. His eyes never leave yours as he whispers to you in a low sultry tone. 

“So stop holding back, princess. Let go and give in to what you really want.” Renjun says barely above a whisper. You nod slowly and lean into him for a soft kiss. Renjun returns the kiss, his hands moving to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. The kiss is slow and tender, yet it holds a promise of something more. He deepens the kiss, parting your lips with his tongue, tasting you as if you’re the only thing that can satisfy his thirst. You moan into the kiss, leaning deeper into Renjun. Renjun groans as he can feel your body melting against his own. Your moans drive him crazy as he grips your hips, holding you still as he takes control of the kiss, claiming your mouth with a possessive hunger. 

“Renjun…I don’t want to lie to myself anymore. I want you.” You say against his lips. Renjun pulls back slightly, his breathing ragged as he looks at you with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. 

“Then you won’t have to lie anymore, darling. I’m all yours…” Renjun says his voice husky with need. You smile and kiss Renjun again, this time the kiss is more needy. He responds to your neediness with equal fervor, his hands roaming over your body as your tongues tangle together. Renjun backs you up against the tree you were once just standing against and pins you up against it as he presses his body against yours, desperate to feel every inch of you. You moan in surprise at his sudden dominance and then begin to unbutton Renjun’s shirt slowly all while kissing him deeply. He lets out a low groan as you unbutton his shirt, the feeling of your touch igniting a fire within him. He breaks the kiss to nip at your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart,” Renjun says gruffly. You just smirk up at him.

“I know what I’m doing Jun.” You say sultrily. He just chuckles against your neck, nipping at your earlobe.

“Is that so? Then I guess it’s time for me to take control.” He says as he spins you around and presses your front against the tree as he leans in close, his chest against your back.  You moan in surprise at his sudden roughness. 

“Oh? Show me your best then Renjun.” You say smugly. He just smirks against your shoulder, his hands gripping your hips possessively. 

“With pleasure.” He responds before he begins to trail kisses down your neck, nibbling and sucking at your sensitive skin. Renjun’s hands slide under your shirt, his fingers tracing patterns on your stomach. You whine softly at the feeling telling him not to tease. He smirks at your whiney voice, enjoying the effect he has on you. 

“I can’t help it…You’re just too cute when you whine like that. He says as he continues to tease you, his hands dancing along the waistband of your pants. You sigh in disdain before grabbing Renjun’s hand and guiding it inside your pants.

“I said don’t tease Jun.” You moan out. Renjun’s breath hitches as you guide his hand, his smirk turning into a full-blown grin. Renjun lets out a growl as he can feel the heat emanating from your body. 

“Someone’s eager,” Renjun whispers, his fingers tracing along your inner thigh, deliberately avoiding where you want him to touch you. You roll your eyes playfully. 

“And you’re not? I can feel how hard you are Renjun.” He just chuckles and nibbles your earlobe again. 

“Oh trust me.” He whispers. “I am very hard, but making you squirm first is much more fun.” He says again as he nuzzles your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He slowly moves his hand closer to where you need him most but not quite there yet, so you take the initiative and guide his hand even further into your pants to cup your center. Renjun’s hand finally moves to where you need it most and he cups you through your underwear, he lets out a low groan when he feels how wet you are. 

“You’re so wet for me already pretty girl.” Renjun all but moans out. You nod with a smirk.

“Mhm…now do something about it?” You ask seductively. Renjun can’t help but chuckle at your audacity but lets his hand start to slowly rub you through the wet fabric of your lace panties. 

“So demanding. You really want it that badly, huh?” He asks. You nod eagerly letting out a whiney “You know I do Jun,” He hums, his fingers slipping past the waistband of the lace, finally making contact with your bare skin. You moan at the feeling. He groans at your moan, enjoying the effect he has on you. His fingers begin to move in slow circles, teasing your sensitive nub. You squirm as he increases the pace of his fingers rubbing you slightly as you can’t help but let out soft moans at the feeling of his fingers rubbing you so deliciously. He chuckles, loving the sounds you’re making for him so prettily. He moves his other hand to grip your hip to hold you in place as he starts to work you closer to the edge.

“You’re so responsive…I love it.” Renjun groans out. You just whimper asking for his fingers. He teases you a bit more before finally giving in to your pleas, slowly sliding a finger inside you. You moan loudly in response. Renjun lets out a growl as he feels your walls clench around his finger. 

“So tight and wet…You’re doing so good for me darling.” Renjun praises you. You groan and yelp out that you ‘need more,’ Renjun adds another finger, curling them up to hit that sweet spot inside you. 

“Is that what you wanted? What you needed princess?” Renjun lets out deeply. You whine at his deep tone.

“Please Jun…I want your cock…please!” You all but whimper out. He smirks, his eyes darkening at your words.

“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” Renjun teases out, quickening his pace. You yelp out a ‘please’. Renjun can’t resist your begging much more and so he pulls his fingers out of you to unbutton his pants and pull out his long slender cock. He places the tip of his cock at your entrance before slowly pushing into you, savoring the feeling of you taking him so nicely. He moans as he bottoms out, resting his forehead against your shoulder. 

“You feel so good…you’re taking me so well,” Renjun says breathlessly. You just moan, not being able to form words other than “so deep” Renjun grips your hips tightly, trying to keep his control as he starts to move slowly, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back in. 

“You’re so tight, I could stay buried inside you forever.” Renjun groans out. You moan clenching around him as you feel your high quickly approaching. Renjun can sense your high coming soon so he speeds up his thrusts, one of his hands reaching around to rub your clit.

“Go ahead, cum for me princess,” Renjun says gruffly. You scream out a quick “cumming” as you clench around Renjun’s cock so tightly. Renjun groans as you clench around him, your walls fluttering as you cum. He thrusts a few more times before he follows you over the edge, spilling inside you with a low moan of your name. 

As you both come down from your highs, Renjun spins you around and kisses you gently. You two get cleaned up and sit back down by the fire reaching for the forgotten coconut fruit and munching on it. As you eat the fruit you look up and out to the shoreline and see a boat heading toward the island you are on. You jump up and shake Renjun pointing towards the boat in excitement. Renjun sees the boat and the two of you look at each other before grabbing one another’s hand and rushing towards the shore so you can wave down the boat. 

As the boat stops a few feet away you hug Renjun close to you before you both swim out in the water to get on the boat. The people on board are hurling questions at the both of you but at that moment you can’t help but hold Renjun and sob. You two did it, you survived the island together, and now you two will go home together. You don’t know what the future holds for you and Renjun but you do know that he will forever be a part of your life.

[riptides-n-roses]

Hiii! First I want to say I love your posts and one of the best! Second I Would like to request a Roman X Reader when he lost at WrestleMania 40 and how he would be like with reader backstage? If not it is fine!

GGRRAAAHHH! OFC OFC! I CRIED SO HARD THAT NIGHT OMFG! THIS ONE SHALL BE FLUFF FOR ONCE! ♡

changes - roman reigns

⛧ pair: roman reigns x reader

⛧ tags: @88changemymind @cyberdejos2 @reigns-prophecy [huge thank you to anon]

⛧ no warnings/smut this time. Just an emotional roman after an incredible match and reign.

⛧ writers block is the absolute worst omg. I'll go ahead and be honest, sometimes smut gets a little too hard to write and I don't really want this blog to just be smut. This will be my first fluff since most of my drafts are smut related. Also again this one is short but I hope it's a fun little read.

⛧ after an incredible title reign, things will be different but right now all roman can ever need right now is you.

⛧ word count: 588

Wrestlemania.

The biggest night in WWE. All superstars have an amazing opportunity to make a change or write history for the books.

This was also a night for some big title cards. One of which was your partner, Roman Reigns. He is the Trible Chief, The Head of The Table. The main event was when he takes on Cody Rhodes, for the Undisputed WWE Universal Championship.

It was a match everyone was talking about that sparked a lot of debate on TV and social media. Tonight's main event was going to be talked about all year regardless of the outcome.

You held Roman tight in your arms, giving him a big hug before his match.

"You're going to do great out there" you started, "it'll be a night to remember."

"I know it will." Roman replied, gently stroking your hair. "I made a lot of history with this title"

After a warm embrace for what seemed like forever, you let him go, giving him a kiss on the cheek as a signal for good luck.

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1...

2...

3...

Cody had finished the story. The new champion held the newly claimed title high as the audience roared.

"Here is your winner...and the NEW Undisputed WWE Universal Champion...The American Nightmare: Cody Rhodes!"

You watched the screen in the guerilla with tears in your eyes. This was one of the most beautiful moments in WWE storytelling. A lot of stories have been written and not just for Cody but for everyone involved.

You couldn't imagine how Roman feels in this moment. He's successfully held the title for an incredible reign of 1,316 days. 3 years. That was already impressive on its own status.

After the pay per view went off air, Roman was desperately looking for you.

"Y/N!" You heard him call out for you. You immediately went to go look for him, needing to give him the most well deserved love he needed.

When Roman saw you, he immediately rushed into your arms, holding you tight.

"Hey baby...I saw" you started, "Are you okay?"

It took Roman a bit to respond, knowing the entire match was a lot to take in.

"Tonight was a moment..." His tone was soft "I've made a name for myself, including my in ring career..."

You listened to him, allowing him to state how he felt in this moment.

"What I'm trying to say is...I'm happy. Not because of my reign but because of what it meant for wrestling. For this company..."

You felt him shiver, you think he was caught up in his feelings.

"I love you so much, y/n... you truly have helped me with everything for the 3 years I've held that championship."

Roman looked into your eyes, small tears forming in his eyes. You smiled and gave him a soft kiss on his lips.

"I love you too, Roman. I'm happy I can be there for you..."

He smiled when he heard how you loved him.

"I know everything will change now...but you're still you, Roman. You've made an impact for WWE. You should be proud of yourself."

"Don't worry I am" He laughed, "Would you...like to get something to eat before we make it to our hotel room?"

You smiled, giving him another kiss "Sure. I think that'll make you feel better. We can get food and laugh about good times."

"Sounds like a plan"

The two of you kissed one more time before going to your dressing room, holding hands on the way there.

"I love you, y/n."

[ryo-kaikura]

Yandere Male CEO x Top sorta low self-esteem male reader

I had some other requests but I wasn't able to finish them 😭(it's like writer's block but on my other stories that I was planning )I'm sorry but this was quite literally stuck to my head.

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“YOU KNOW WHAT!!?? WE'RE DONE!!”

“B-but why??? Didn't I do things that you like???”

“ What do you mean I like? U never gave me any attention, you’re even more stuck to your electronics than me.”

“But he sai-”

“I've always wondered why I even liked you, Alexander already said you don't care about me🙄😮‍💨”

“wait plea-”

“Pack up, you're leaving my house I bought with my money”

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There it was… my romantic relationship with someone. I always knew relationships are hard but I, m/n, messed up big time. I have no house since I always saved up for our marriage… now I only have around £3 billion. Should I just change it back… it's no use since she doesn't want to marry me anymore.

*at the bank

“Hi.. I wish to change my money back to (country currency). O-oh please put it in my bank savings account”

“Very well sir”

*after booking a hotel room and going in it

Ugh, my hair is long and my body's stiff. I thought she would like a gamer boyfriend but I didn't know she wanted a rich gamer boyfriend.

Whatever… I better go and get a haircut these days. Hmmmm, the money I have, I should invest it but on what?? Oh I know, I ask Derry, he should know.

*in chat

D:Your girlfriend like ugly oily men

U:No way, you're lying

D:Hell no

Today

U: Hey Derry…

D:What's up man

U;What investment should I invest

D: How about company A I heard they're a rising

U: Okay

Weird… wasn't company A going down these days. I should just invest 100.000 on company A just in case and 900.000 on Xander enterprises.

*few days later

I've been staying at the hotel this whole time while searching for a house but my ex made it so hard since anyone that heard my name would cancel their contracts, how did I know… she told me 😅.

The only places that I would be able to buy are mansions 😭… wait a minute… it's not that expensive yay 😆.

*at the house

Huh… it's ugly 🤢. I gotta change it to a proper mansion. This looks like it doesn't scream home, it screams I'm rich so I'm gonna buy a hospital and make it my house. Guess I'll have to do some renovations… I'll call someone, I don't know how to build a house🥲.

OMG, the workers was in budget 😆. But the hotel was fully booked. Where could I stay 😭. Oh maybe Derry would let me

U: What investment should I invest

D: How about company A I heard they're a rising

U: Okay

Today

U: Hey Derry… could I stay at your place

D: Huh… why?

U: My house is being reconstructed

D: Okay

D: Here's my address

D: (Address)

U: Thanks

Thank goodness he let me. I should start going there. Oh he's home. *knock* *knock* he's really home 😁

“Hello Derry glad you allowed me to stay with you😁”

“No prob, btw I have other friends over currently”

“Oh it's fine, so am I gonna sleep on the couch or…”

“There's a guest bedroom, you could stay there. There also blah blah blah house stuff. And blah blah more stuff.”

“Okay thanks, it's already late so I'm gonna sleep😁, good night”

“Okay sleep tight”

*when you're asleep

“Isn't he your rival to getting Mila? Why invite him here, it would've been better just to let him rot”

“Nahh. He's not a threat, Mila will be mine whether she likes it or not*whispering* but I barely feel anything for her…how weird.”

“okay, ‘Derry’🤭😂”

“Shut up 😒”

*a few weeks later

I've been awake since 5 in the morning but I've been thinking because all the advice Derry gave me was useful months ago but a few weeks before, his advice has gone awry. Never mind, it's probably he has bad Intel on those things…I should tell him.

*the kitchen

Oh! There's Derry…

“aren't you tired of letting him stay here?”

Isn't that Mila's voice, why is she calling him?

“No need to worry, I'm not that mean and he's my friend, plus he doesn't have a house now, does he?”

Baby??

“Ugh, you're right, okay bye, tell me when he finally leaves.”

“Bye.”

“since my love is worried, maybe I should kick him out”

*you step into the kitchen

“Oh m/n, have you finally woke up? I've cooked some breakfast for you, eat up😊”

“Oh, okay. By the way, it seems your Intel about investment was off, since company A has just gone to bankrupt”

“Really 😯, but my friend said company A would show their wings and soar through the sky again… I'm sorry, I didn't know..”

“Oh right, Derry, do you want to hang out later today…?”

“Sure I'm free then.”

“Okay see you later”

I've been stressing about the renovations of my house but my appearance is terrible… I should get a haircut before he and I hang out.

*at the barber

“could you show me haircuts? I wanna pick which one is my favorite.”

“Okay sir.”

“I want (haircut pick)”

“Okay”

“It's done, wow sir, you're so good looking, pretty sure if I didn't have a wife, I would've turned gay for you”

“Thank for the compliment”

DERRY'S POV

Honestly, I'm still shocked after all these years they broke up… soon he'll be mine, wait ‘he’??? Wtf??? Nevermind I've probably gone crazy cause I'm tired. This evening m/n invited me to hang out. I'll humiliate him by making him meet his ex. This way she'll hate him more, he'll be embarrassed and I'll be the hero…

*that evening

Ugh, I've been waiting for 5 minutes but where is that ugly sad sack… I'll text him

Company Xander enterprises has

been growing so if you wanna invest

go to that one

Today

Hey, m/n where are you?

Beside you this past 15

Minutes

Huh?

I looked to my side and a guy was waving at me.. His style is the same as m/n but he's handsome… wait no it is him. It looked exactly like him in the past. Why is my heart beating so loudly… there's no way I didn't fall in love with Mila but him at first sight, RIGHT?!!!

“Oh hey m/n, didn't notice you there, I thought you were a creep since you were standing next to me for the past 15 minutes”

“No problem, I should call out to you..”

“Anyways, what did you plan?”

“ You know in the past, you said you like horror movies, right? So booked one for us”

“Oh, it's amazing you still remember”

*after the movie

“It was so exhilarating, don't you think so?”

“Yeah.”

Can't believe he still remembers, she doesn't even remember my favorite things while he did.

Huh why is m/n screamin my name

*CRASH*

FUCK

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M/N'S POV

Noo, Derry.. I've gotta bring him to a hospital

*picked him up bridal style

Finally the hospital..

“PLEASE SIGN HIM IN, HE WAS JUST HIT BY A CAR”

seems like screaming did help since they instantly prepared a room. The car… the plate number was Mila's, I know cause I was there when she got that car 3 years ago. Fuck… I should call that friend of his… (you got the phone number when you ask in the first few days he was at the house)

*you called him over

“M/n what happened…”

“I don't know Luke, he was lost in thought and walked super fast, and when I caught up I saw a car hitting him super hard, their plate number was (Mila's plate number)”

“okay.. Could you take me to his room?”

“Oh yes.., let's go”

*at the room

“Ah… m/n did you come to pick me up for uni?”

“eh? You're an adult”

“yeah I'm 20 years old right?”

“ERM, no. Your 28 years old”

“Eh, and who's the bastard beside you”

“This is your friend Luke, you remember right?”

“No, why should I”

“M/n could you wait outside I need to speak with Derry”

*you left the room and went to get water

“How dare you use that nickname”

“Sorry boss, but why are you pretending to be amnesiac?”

“I'm testing something”

“But who hit you?”

“that fucking bitch Mila, never thought she would want to kill me”

“Wasn't it you who was blind to that and even loved her? She realized you were the one behind the ir breakup after she regrets breaking up”

“I was forcing myself… I knew I didn't actually like her… I just can't believe I like m/n.”

“So you're planning to cling to him? Plus you've been lying to him, you think he would forgive you?”

“Hah that's the easy part, all I need to do now is just make him fully believe I'm amnesiac.”

*a nurse came in and brought Alexander to a VIP room

“Did you upgrade my room?”

“No”

“Excuse me, nurse… who upgraded my room?”

“The one that brought you here, the one that carried you like a princess, here a photo(photo of m/n carrying Alexander to the hospital), I couldn't help myself, you both looked like the perfect couple”

“Luke, get me a copy of that picture, and destroy that board”

“Okay sir”

*you enter the room just as Luke was leaving

“Oh why are you leaving Luke? Anyways here's a cup of water”

“Thanks, I'll be leaving for stuff”

“Okay… how are you feeling Derry”

“You do know my name's Alexander right?”

“Huhhh, what!! I thought it was like Dexter or something… it actually makes sense.”

“anyway, I upgraded the room since you look slightly uncomfortable with the bed and room, thankfully it wasn't that expensive”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“Anyway, Alexander, do you want to live with me? My house just finished renovation and I was thinking if you want to help me decorate it since I'm not that up to date 😅”

“Sure😃”

*after he got discharged and started to look live with m/n

“Thanks to you, my new house feels like home”

“No problem, btw can I come over with the secret key you keep?”

“Yeah sure, why not”

“I'll go back to my house now”

“bye 😁”

ALEXANDER’S POV

I really didn't know why is didn't realize I like him, but he should really be cautious *he's checking his phone that shows m/n's house, he put cameras in m/n's house*. I mean in the past I would put cameras where m/n would visit most often but I must truly be in denial.

Heading back I saw Mila, she was in crocodile tears… truly, why did I think I like her… she was sobbing saying shit like, I didn't mean to hit you and stuff.

I quickly head inside and locked then I start to plan my next moves

*next morning

*Alexander goes to m/n's mansion*

I started cooking while I knew he wouldn't be awake. When I heard him coming over, I started to cry.

“*sniff* ugh… I'm soo pathetic”

“Huh, Alex, why are you crying… Are you okay”

“huhuhuhu, a scary girl showed up in front of my house screaming I didn't mean to hit you, huhuhuhu I'm scared. Huhuhuhu”

“There there, who would do that, tch tch tch how crazy people are these days”

“And out of nowhere this expensive looking package showed up🥺, I'm scared to open it🥺. Help me”

“Oh okay, it seems like it's a ring. Oooh, that’s the ring I bought. I was thinking of gifts and rings came up, so this way we'll be matching 😁, you'll wear it right? 🥺”

“ah, em, o-okay.”

“great😁”

M/N'S POV

This ring looks exactly like the ring he showed me when I was asking for engagement ring ideas🥲 maybe he didn't realize it…

*BANG**BANG**BANG*

“OPEN THIS DOOR M/N”

“Huh”

*opening the door

“HOW DARE YOU STEAL MY BOYFRIEND”

“Huh? I didn't”

“Since when was I your boyfriend, pretty sure girlfriends don't hit and run the boyfriends”

“That was an accident, you should know that!!”

“M/n that's the scary women that showed in front of my house 🥺”

“I can't believe you scared a sick patient, you of all people should know that”

“Ugh🙄, I don't care, give me back my boyfriend”

“The one you said was your boyfriend just proposed to me *lifted the ring finger* that means he's not your boyfriend, now, you're just pathetic, security! Kick this women out of the property”

*you and Alex went inside

“Sorry Alex, I used you and lied to her… I mean this ring looks like an engagement ring 😅”

“No problem…but I've liked you since a long time ago, you know”

“Huh?!!!”

“So? Will you marry me?”

“Emmm, aren't you amnesiac, maybe we sho-”

“No, I'm scared you'll get stolen by somebody than so I should ask now”

“Oh, then, yes, I would like to marry you”

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*A few years later

Life's been great since I married him and lived in my mansion, turns out he's the CEO of Xander Enterprise… and I own 20% of the company's shares from when I invested in the company.

Tho, I'm curious what is in the basement since after we married he took the basement for himself. It used to be for a wine cellar, but we made one in the kitchen.

I should check it out..

*enter the basement and turn on the light

Huh, why are there multiple pictures of Mila and other girls… is he in love with them… I mean he was probably straight… I suppose I should tell him it's fine to take mistresses

ALEX'S POV

*Alex arrive at home

“ Alex… I went to the basement”

Fuck he didn't see the rotting corpses right?

“I'm just gonna tell you this”

If he ask for a divorce I'm gonna threaten to kill myself

“If you wanna take mistresses, I'm fine with it 😔”

“Huh, what, no, definite no, I only like you.”

“You don't need to lie I say the pictures”

“How about I prove myself then😄”

“Huh???”

*after sex

“😚how was it.. My ass, can't believe you took control in an instant and did it for the whole night 🤭”

“Um😅, you just felt sooo good, it felt like you were hugging my penis 🥵”

“So you won't ask about mistresses and side pieces??”

“I won't😘”

“This is why I asked you not to go in the basement😔”

“I'm sorryyy😖, but why do you have pictures of those women”

“Those girls were nagging me to divorce you, so I destroyed their companies 😁”

“Oh, um please don't 😅”

“I'm kidding, I was just showing their flaws since they keep saying you were trash and they were perfect for me”

“OoO, okii”

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A bit rushed 😖

[scaryfangirl2001]

Annabon skips down the hallway, her mismatched fluffy socks peeking out from under her pajama pants, a puzzle book in her hand. It's a 'No School' Friday, and the morning sun streams through the windows, casting a warm glow on the vibrant paintings adorning the walls. As she passes the front door, a loud knock interrupts her playful mood. Curiosity sparks in her big brown eyes.

"Who is it?" Annabon's voice, high-pitched and innocent, carries a hint of caution.

"Good morning, young lady," a man says in a deep, authoritative tone, "My name is Agent Johnson of the Secret Service. I need to talk to your dad because another agent is sick and needs his help. May I come in?"

The door opens cautiously, revealing a tall, serious-looking man in a dark suit. His eyes scan the surroundings, and a small device in his ear hints at his importance.

"Which daddy do you need?" She asks challengingly.

Unphazed, he asks, "Is Dr. House home?"

Annabon's eyes widen. "He's getting ready to take me and my sister to the PPTH." She adjusts her grip on the puzzle, the curiosity in her eyes growing as she takes in the three men behind him. "What're your friend's names?"

The man's stern face softens. "This is Agent Victor. Agent Zado is the man who's sick. And this is President Bush."

Annabon's eyes nearly pop out of her head. "The President?! Wow! Just like in my history book! Is he here too?" She takes a step back, her small frame almost disappearing behind the door. "Wait, you mean the President needs my dad? Like, right now?"

The Secret Service agent nods, a hint of urgency in his eyes. "Yes, miss. This is an emergency. Can you please get your father for me?"

Annabon's face lights up with excitement. "Sure! I'll get Daddy!" Glancing again around Johnson, she eagerly pipes up, "I've never met a real President before!"

"Well, hello there, young lady! You must be Julianna," the President says, his Texas accent warm and familiar. "I've heard a lot about you and your puzzle-solving skills."

Annabon's mouth forms a perfect 'O' of surprise. "You have? But I'm just a kid! And I love puzzles! Do you like puzzles too?" She takes a step forward, her small hand reaching out as if to touch the President's sleeve.

President Bush chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I do indeed. And I bet you're quite the smart cookie. Your dad must be very proud."

Annabon beams with pride. "He is! They both are! I help them sometimes at the hospital. I'm good at math, and I even tutor my classmates! But only if they pay me, of course." She winks playfully, her maturity shining through.

The President laughs, a hearty sound that fills the air. "Well, I'd love to chat more, but we should let your father know we're here. He'll want to see Tony right away."

As Annabon steps aside to let the President and the agent into the house, she feels a rush of excitement. "This is the best 'No School' day ever! I can't wait to tell my friends about this! Especially Antonio, he'll be so jealous!"

#19 What would your character do if the president suddenly showed up at their front door?

I know you all have amazing creative juices in you and some amazing characters. This prompt is just for you to have fun and to help you explore your Character in a different setting. I would LOVE to hear what your Characters would do.

[felinewanderer]

I was suggested Grave of the Fireflies, but isn't that the movie that makes everyone super DEPRESSED?

[fearofgodandtolkien]

guess who finally started listening to the Magnus archives

[medicinemane]

Sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy

You have... very very very very very very very very smart people you know, and they're say something that not only isn't true, but literally is as opposite of the truth as it's possible to be... and you'll... gently inform them "hey, it's actually a bit more like this" and then they just kinda... go on saying literally the exact same thing

I'm not sure if it's just that... I often feel like I must be very bad at communicating, or people must just not notice/ignore a lot of what I say, but... I don't know

Like dearest friend, you've said something as absurd as... I don't know, it's hard to say without saying it, but honest to god about as absurd as saying the United States was a part of the USSR, that level of completely getting it backwards

...and it just doesn't seem to matter when I try to explain it... I legit don't even know if you read what I said

Really end up feeling like I'm going nuts sometimes

[icewindandboringhorror]

Bad news, got back from the vet and my beautiful baby son is going to have to be put down soon, probably tomorrow or the next day, so send him best of wishes for his next few days~ Luckily, he's actually not in a lot of pain (for now, hopefully he won't be) and is acting pretty normal, so I'm hoping he won't suffer at all and everything will be peaceful for him.

[fudge24-7]

I have a confession to make, I had no idea what eurovision was before I learned about what's happening in palestine, am I the only one?