#i swear i had the most disgusting evening having to watch him for 3 hours

[game-set-canet]

Red Bull BassLine 2023 (20.10.23) - my own gifs © game-set-canet

they gifted Andrey a traditional Austrian “Sacher-Torte” for his birthday and he wasn’t sure if he wants to try or not…Zverev decided for him 🙈

[athenamikaelson]

Klaus Mikaelson x Soulmate!reader x Elijah Mikaelson Part 12

Warnings- 4.2k

Word Count- Swearing, violence, mentions of sex

“Is he my father or not,” My voice seems to echo throughout our family's little living room as I glare at my mother. 

“It’s not that simple, Y/N,” My mother raises her hands in surrender as she begins to take a step closer to me. The dark glare on my face seems to halt her movements and she closes her eyes and sighs.

“He’s the man that raised you, he-”

“You. Know. What. I. Mean,” I cut her off, biting out each of my words, “I want the truthful answer. Is Y/F/N Y/L/N my biological father?”

I seem to lose all the air in my chest as I watch my mother drop down onto the couch and look up at me with tears running down her face. And that’s all I need to have my answer.

“Oh my god,” I cover my mouth as my chest starts concaving on itself. Tears cloud my vision as I stare at my mother. Her tears mimicked my own. And a wave of anger flows through my body. She was crying as if she was the victim here. She was crying in front of her emotionally and physically wounded daughter as if this wasn’t her fault. 

I sit on the dark coffee table in front of my mother, our knees touching as I stare at her, “You’re going to tell me everything. And don’t even try lying to me.”

My mother looks up at me and nods as she puts her head in her hands, “Eighteen years ago your father and I were having problems. We’d been married 3 years and still couldn’t conceive. It took a toll on both of us. I got depressed and well… you know how your father gets when he is upset,” She looks up at me and I slightly nod as a wave of nausea passes over me, “Your father was out of town for the night and so I thought I would go down to a little bar outside of town. I was there for about an hour before I thought of leaving. But right when I was about to,” she pauses in thought for a moment then continues, “The most beautiful man I’d ever seen approached me. We talked throughout the night and then,” She looks at me to see if I understand where she was going and I nod disgusted.

“After I did what I had done I had never felt more disgusted with myself in my entire life. You have to believe me Y/N,” She reaches out to take my hand but I flinch away from her.

“Does Dad…or your husband know,” I ask but a part of me already knows the answer.

“When I fell pregnant with you soon after, you have to understand how happy your father was, I had never seen him that in love with something in the time I’d known him. You saved our marriage, Y/N. But… as you got older and you developed more of your own features and personality, neither of which were like me or him… I think your father realized or suspected that you weren’t his.”

My eyebrows furrow as I try to hold back my tears and sobs, “Is that why he…am I the reason he left?”

My question has my mother quickly shaking her head, “Your father and I had our own problems and even if it was because of that, it still isn’t your fault. He is still your father, he is the one who raised you.”

I stand up quickly, making sure not to move too much to upset my wounded arm, which is currently in a sling, and I huff out an angry laugh, “Raised me! Raised me?! I saw that man maybe once or twice a month for 16 years and in those few moments, all he caused was torture and heartbreak in my life. That man didn’t raise me! And looking at you now… I realize that you barely raised me too… I raised myself. Just like I’ve raised Theo,” I walk backward out of the living room as I shake my head at my mother, “I’ll never forgive you for this. Never.”

I hear my mother call out to me as I grab my keys and run out of the house. Rain pours down on me, dampening my clothes as I throw open my car door and turn it on. 

I drive around trying to decide my next move, and somehow I end up in the Salvatore’s driveway. 

I’m practically on auto-pilot as I walk up the stairs to the front door, I bring my hand up and knock, and within a moment it slams open and Damon stares down at me.

“What the hell do you…Y/N,” He pauses as he stares at my tear-filled eyes, “What happened? Are you hurt?”

I just stare at him and he takes a step forward and brings a hand to my arm. His touch seems to bring me out of my stupor and tears explode from my eyes as I throw myself into Damon’s arms. He doesn’t react for a moment as I cry into his shirt, but after a moment I feel his arms come and wrap around me.

“You want to…um, talk about it,” Damon asks quietly as if he’s not really sure how to comfort a teenage girl.

“My dad,” I hiccup out a sob, “Isn’t my dad!”

I feel Damon nod and he hums, “Um, sure, ok. Not entirely sure what that means,” He says the last part under his breath.

“I can’t go home. I can’t see my mom,” I pull away from Damon and I wipe the tears away from my face with my t-shirt sleeve.

Damon looks down at me for a moment before he turns sideways and gestures to the living room, “Then you’re going to stay here. For as long as needed.”

—

-2 months later-

“Hurry up hoe! This party isn’t going to decorate itself,” Caroline’s cheery voice calls up to me as I leave my bedroom at the Salvatore’s. 

“I’m coming Caroline, chill out,” I laugh to myself as I descend the stairs to where Caroline is standing. She shoots me a bright smile that rivals the sun when she sees me. 

“I can’t believe you’re still living here,” Caroline says as she grabs my hand and pulls me down the hall. 

I laugh awkwardly, “Ya, I guess I just like the bed here better than the one at my house.”

“And your mother really doesn’t care,” Caroline asks and I flinch at the mention of the woman I haven’t talked to in two months. 

“Um, ya. Theo’s away at some football camp until school starts and my mom’s always working so she doesn’t care.”

“You’re so lucky that you’re mom is so chill,” I laugh at the irony of that. My mom being “too chill” is the reason I’m not living at home right now. Caroline doesn’t know that though so she shoots me an odd look as she must’ve heard me laughing to myself.

After finding out about my paternal issues and moving in with Damon I made up a lie to all my friends that the reason I was living with him was that I needed a little vacation from my life, and not that I’m pissed off at my mom and scared to go home because it means I’ll have to face the reality of my life now. 

Damon is currently the only one who knows of my new “bastard” status. Even though sometimes I feel like strangling him, he has honestly been kind of a great friend these past two months. He’s gone along with my lie, not even telling Elena, who he is totally in love with. Damon and I have even started our own movie nights. Right now we’re bingeing the TV show Supernatural. He and I both like Dean, but our reasonings are a little different. God, I love Jensen Ackles. 

We’re postponing our movie night tonight because Caroline and I, mostly Caroline,  are throwing Elena her 18th birthday party. Elena told me to promise her that we wouldn’t make the party too big, but I kind of had to cross my fingers behind my back when I made that promise because when it comes to Caroline Forbes, no one will get in the way of her party making plans. 

“Good morning,” I look over to see the birthday girl smiling up at me as Caroline and I enter the living room. She and Tyler, who nods hello at me, are going through boxes upon boxes of party supplies.

“It’s 1 pm,” I say back to her and she frowns and checks her watch.

“Oh… Good afternoon then,” She laughs sheepishly.

I walk down the steps and bring her into a hug, “Happy birthday, Elena!”

I can hear Elena sigh and she pulls away from me, “Thank you,” Her vision goes from me to the boxes surrounding us, “I thought you said this was going to be lowkey?”

It’s my turn to smile sheepishly at her as I gesture towards Caroline, who is currently bitching to Tyler about hanging a streamer wrong, “You try getting in the way of her planning something. I love you Elena, but I’m more scared of her.”

Elena turns to look at Caroline as well and we both cringe when she hits Tyler over the head with a hard plastic plate.

“Good point,” Elena whispers out. 

—

“I feel like I have to fight Damon every single time we get a lead on Stefan,” Elena’s complaints have me side-eyeing both Caroline and her. I try to busy myself with unraveling some string lights, trying not to seem suspicious in any manner. I’m the only one here who knows really just how much Damon knows about Stefan’s “activities” this summer. 

About 3 weeks ago I found the articles about Stefan and he who shall not be named in Damon’s closet when I was going through Damon’s things. He’d gone through my things so I thought I’d return the favor. 

When Damon found out I knew he made me promise to keep it to myself. Only he, myself, and Ric could know. Damon didn’t want to worry Elena about all the killing Stefan had been doing. So “The Squad,” as I like to call us, have been researching different “animal killings” around the US this summer. Unfortunately, Damon and Ric won’t let me go on any of the road trips with them so I’ve been stuck at the Salvatore house this summer. 

“Maybe he doesn’t wanna find him,” Tyler’s comment makes me cringe slightly at the irony.

“Tyler!”

“What? He’s into you. Isn’t he” He asks Elena.

“The only reason Stefan left with Klaus was so that he could save Damon’s life,” Elena explains as she takes the supplies Tyler handed her, “I mean, trust me Damon wants to find him.”

You have no idea.

“But…you kissed him. Probably screwed with his head,” Tyler says and Caroline and Elena whip around to look at him while I hover a hand over my mouth to keep me from giggling. I’ve made fun of both Elena and Damon on multiple occasions this summer about the “kiss of death,’’ as I like to call it. 

“Tyler,” Caroline exclaims and Elena shoots her an “Are you serious” look. 

“I’m sorry,” Caroline apologies wholeheartedly. 

Elena raises her hand and shakes it, “I…Don’t worry about it. Look, yes, I kissed him, but it was a…”

“Kiss of death,” I say under my breath, but Elena still hears me and shoots me a glare.

“It was a goodbye kiss. I thought he was gonna die,” She tries to explain herself but Tyler shoots me a look and I have to fight off a laugh.

Elena fishes her phone out of her pocket, “I just missed a call from Bonnie,” She says.

At the mention of my witch friend, I perk up, “Tell her I say hi!”

Elena nods in agreement as she leaves the room. As soon as she goes, Caroline groans and whips around to stare at the werewolf.

“Just because I tell you things, doesn’t mean you’re allowed to know them,” She exclaims at him to which he apologizes. 

“I gotta run if I’m gonna change and pick up Sophie in time,” He says as he waves goodbye to me.

“Wait, you’re bringing a date? Slutty Sophie is your date,” Caroline asks and I frown at the nickname she gave her.

“Hey,” Tyler turns around, “It’s been kinda slow in that department. And… I’m horny all the time now.”

“Ya, tell me about it. Sometimes I feel like I’m gonna explode” Caroline agrees and I gag out loud.

“Ok, has no one here ever heard of too much information,” I say as I make a show of covering my ears. I go back to decorating trying to block out the obvious sexual tension between the vampire and wolf as they talk about their sex lives, or lack of. 

“Bye Y/N,” Tyler’s voice calls out to me and I just wave him off, which makes him laugh.

I turn around and watch Tyler walk out of the room and then I turn to my blonde friend, “Well, that was painful to watch…and hear.”

Caroline groans and throws the cups she has in her hands back onto the table in front of us, “Tell me about it. I just…ugh, I don’t know,” She groans in annoyance again as she picks up some streamers and tape.

“Can we talk about something else, please?”

I laugh slightly at her pleading tone and nod, “Sure, what about?”

Caroline thinks for a moment before turning to me and smirking, “About the guy you’re bringing tonight.”

I roll my eyes at the insinuation in her voice, “It’s not like that at all. Alastair is a work friend. He’s new to town and I thought he could use some more friends.”

“Is he cute,” She raises her eyebrows suggestively and I shoot her a look.

“Some might say that but I’m not into him like that, and he’s definitely not into me like that either,” I respond.

“And how would you know that,” She questions.

I think back to all the times I’ve seen him ogling the male customers at work and smile to myself, “Just a hunch.”

“When did you meet the guy again?”

“Around the start of the summer when I started working at The Grill. He got a job right after me and we’ve been put on the same schedules at pretty much the same times, oddly enough. He moved from Louisana, I believe.”

Caroline nods, “And he doesn’t know about…you know what?”

I shake my head, “As far as I can tell he’s a perfectly normal NON-supernatural guy.”

“Unlike Elijah right,” I glare at Caroline because of her comment which only makes the smirk on her face deepen.

“And unlike Tyler, right,” I smirk back at her and we both drop the subject on both of those men. Caroline got the jist about my little “friendship” or whatever it was with Elijah when she, Elena, and I, accidentally got into Jenna’s wine supply a few weeks ago. He also told me about her confusing feelings about Tyler. 

“Okay fine, changing the subject again,” She thinks to herself before frowning and looking at me, “Wait…when did you say your birthday was again?”

I frown at the question, “I didn’t say it.”

Caroline shoots her hands up in the air like a mad woman, “Well then tell me, hoe!”

I fight back a groan at her question and I don't want to answer but knowing Caroline she won’t stop bringing it up unless I tell her, “It was a few weeks ago.”

Caroline stares at me in shock as she drops the streams she currently holding. A wee bit dramatic might I add. 

“Excuse me! Why didn’t you tell anyone,” She practically screeches at me.

I shrug as I go back to untangling the lights I’ve been working on, “Elena has asked but I always just brush it off. Damon also knows, but he doesn’t celebrate birthdays either so I didn’t have to worry about him throwing me a party.”

Caroline’s eyes practically fall out of her head at my words, “So you did absolutely nothing for your birthday!?”

I just shake my head as if it’s nothing, “I don’t ever celebrate my birthday, Care. I haven't in years… I mean Damon and I had a pizza night, but other than that, no not really.”

Caroline continues to stare at me in shock as she comes over to me and throws her hands onto my shoulders, “Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N I solemnly swear I will be throwing you a huge 18th birthday party very soon. And it will make you change your mind about not celebrating.”

I go to argue but she puts a finger to my lips, “Hush hoe. I’ve already started planning in my head.”

Someone kill me now.

—

“Well, don't you just look Darling,” Damon's sarcastic voice sounds from behind me as I flatten out my dark blue dress. 

I turn around and see him wearing the same color top, “We’re matching!”

Damon looks at his top and then the color of my dress and groans, “You really need to move out. We’re starting to become the same person.”

I frown slightly at his comment and I think he notices because he clears his throat, “That was a joke, Pukey. You practically have already made this entire place yours I doubt you’re moving out anytime soon.”

“And yet you still won’t let me paint the walls,” I gesture to the wooden walls of my bedroom. 

Damon shoots me a glare as he raises his arm for me to take, “The wood on these walls costs more than some of the houses in this town. I’d rather die than let you paint them.”

I walk over and grab his arm and he leads me out of my room and down the hall where I can hear dozens of people yelling and music blaring.

“Did you find anything about-” Damon shushes me before I can finish my sentence.

“No talk about that tonight. Only happy drunk thoughts tonight,” I want to argue but I notice the tension in his shoulders and drop the topic for a later time. 

“Where’s the birthday girl?”

Damon slightly glares at the young teens that surround us, “With Blondey. Somewhere.”

“Y/N!”

The sound of someone calling my name has me turning around. I smile once I’ve found the caller. Alastair’s bright smile shines at me as he pushes through the hordes of people. His dark skin contrasts beautifully with the white button-up shirt he’s wearing. Dark slacks cover his long legs and I have to fight back a laugh at how put together he looks compared to the rest of the people around us who look like they picked out the first piece of clothing they could find in their closets.  

Alastair slightly grabs me out of Damon’s arms and brings me into a hug, “You look beautiful.” 

His compliment makes a warm feeling coat my cheeks as I look at him. “You don't look so bad yourself,” And I’m not lying either. He’s shaved down his hair again since the last time I saw him so he’s rocking a buzz cut that makes him appear even more striking and his dark brown eyes sparkle against the bright lights that Caroline and I had previously hung up around the house. 

“I fear I might’ve overdone it a bit. It has been awhile since I’ve been to a highschool party” He jokes as he gestures toward his attire.

“You think,” Damon’s sarcastic tone has me turning to glare at him.

“Alastair this is Damon,” I gesture to the man beside me.

Alastair who is usually all smiles seems to glare at the vampire next to me for a moment before brightly smiling at him, “Pleasure to meet you, Damon.”

Damon just stares at him for a moment, “Y/N lives here with me. So if I find you in her room later I will kill you,” He threatens and then shoots him a fake smile, “Other than that, enjoy the party.”

My eyes practically fly out of my head as I watch Damon’s retreating figure leave the room and I quickly turn back to Alastair to apologize.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s good he’s protective over you,” He smiles at me and reaches out his hand for me to take, “Want to get a drink?”

“Oh definitely,” I sigh dramatically as I put my hand in his. 

We start walking but I catch Alastair and a blonde guy staring at each other as we walk by him. I smirk to myself and then look up to my friend with a raised eyebrow.

“Not a word,” He laughs out.

“I didn’t say anything!”

Alastair rolls his eyes as we approach the refreshments table and he hands me a bottle of water and I shoot him a questioning look.

“We’re so not drinking whatever is in that punch. Who knows if someone spiked it with something? Water is a safe choice,” I begin to laugh thinking he’s joking but at the serious look on my friend’s face I stop.

“A little worried are you?”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a little cautious,” He opens up my bottle of water for me and smiles, “Also what’s with the text I got from your blonde friend this afternoon about you having a birthday party?”

I groan loudly and I can hear Alastair laugh, “How did she even get your number?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “I’d like to know as well,” He looks down at me for a moment then frowns, “You really didn’t tell anyone about your birthday?”

I just shrug, “I told Damon. But other than that no. I don’t celebrate it, and whatever Caroline is planning you definitely don’t have to come.”

Alastair shakes his head defiantly, “Oh you bet your ass I’ll be there. Going to get you a pretty present with a bow and everything.”

I put my head in my hands and sighed, “I hate you.”

Alastair laughs and takes my hands away from my face, “You love me and now you’re going to dance with me.”

I’m surprised at the strength of my friend as he leads me to the dance floor that's filled with teens dancing and grinding together.

“You sure you don’t want to go and find that blonde guy,” I yell to him over the music and he rolls his eyes.

“You’re stuck with me, babe. I’m not going anywhere” 

—-

“Call me if you need anything alright,” Alastair says to me as I walk him to his car. After dancing for about an hour the party started to die down when people couldn’t find the hostess or the birthday girl. 

“I’m going to see you tomorrow at work. I think I’ll be fine until then,” I smile at him as he gets into his car.

“I know, just making sure you know you can call me for anything,” He says through his open window as he starts his car.

“I know.”

“Ok, I’ll wait for you to get back inside before leaving,” He nods towards the front door.

“Ok, bye,” I wave to him and start walking to the front door, I turn to look over my shoulder and find that he hasn’t taken his focus off me for a second it makes me unnerved but I shake it off and open the front door. 

As soon as I step a foot inside I hear the squealing of tires and I turn to see Alastair peeling out of the driveway. Guess someone’s in a rush.

I walk into the living room and sigh as I see the damage that was done by the hordes of kids. Bottles and trash line the walls as streamers and the decorations we had worked so hard to put up are lying all around the floor. I start to walk down the steps to start picking up when a loud bang comes from upstairs. 

I frown as I start walking towards the stairs, but as soon as I hear another loud bang I start running. I find myself in front of Damon’s bedroom as I watch the vampire throw and break anything he can get his hands on. I call out to him but he seems to be in his own world of destruction right now. I start to approach him like someone would a rabid animal and I freeze as he turns to look at me. Dark veins appear under his eyes as he glares at me. He starts walking towards me and I put up my hands.

“Damon, what’s wrong? What happened,” He gets closer and I’m about to run off but he grabs me. I shriek escapes my mouth before I realize what he's doing. He's hugging me.

“Damon? What’s wrong,” I slowly wrap my hands around his waist as he holds me tighter. Almost tight enough to bruise, “What happened?”Damon is quiet for a moment before he whispers out a growl, “Stefan.”

[purplelupins]

Sugar Sugar

|The Black Phone|

Part I Part II

Albert Shaw/The Grabber x Fem!reader

Summery:

A couple months after Albert had snapped and finally gotten reader, she left for college…and all seemed to be going so well up until he pays her a visit.

Warnings: stalking, age gap, jealousy, toxic relationship, unclear intentions, unprotected sex, tummy bulge, overstimulation, pantie stealing, kidnapping, little bit of feelings, lowkey voyeurism, creampie, swearing, manipulation.

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE WITH ANY OF MY STUFF

Notes:SURPRISE!! a year later and we have a part two!! This is dedicated to my dearest friend @wayward-persephone. Happy birthday you beautiful, talented soul. This is for you 🤍

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If there was one thing you had learned about Albert Shaw, it was that he didn’t like to share.

It had been a month since you left for College, and Albert hadnt taken the change well. He had grown accustomed to seeing you everyday when he pleased, and he had so very nearly persuaded you to stay...to forget about your dreams and any future career you thought you might have...but he hadn’t quite gotten you.

Not yet.

He had played with your hair as you sat in his lap one afternoon in his office. “Why do you need college anyway? Statistically, most people don’t even use their degrees, honey.”

But you were adamant.

It would have been so easy to just drag you into his van and make you disappear from the world, but

You were his sweet little bunny, and he had engrained that in you so well, perhaps you just didnt realize how much you belonged to him yet, and that was alright, he could wait. he was old, and he knew a thing or two about patience.

Albert pulled into the college parking lot and gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white and his teeth hurt from clenching his jaw so tight. One month.

God he had missed you... needed you. Not that he hadnt seen you of course- he had indeed seen you, you just didnt know he saw you. countless nights of driving for hours just to sit outside your dorm window and watch you sleep. On more than one occasion he had attempted to sneak inside the campus but he had to appreciate the amount of security there- at least he knew that his girl was safe from anyone else trying to sneak in like him. he knew what college life was like; he had been young too. He knew all about how good girls became whores so fast without being under their parents gaze and how young men sought out any warm cunt they could to sow their seed...disgusting the lot of them. But he knew he had trained you well.

dumbed you down just right, and made you reliant on him...knew he was the one who could make you cum, and who would make you feel special. because you were. you were his, and that was very special.

Of course he wished that guard hadn’t stopped him so that he might sneak into your dorm room and slip into your bed to use your sleeping body…but alas he was denied.

It was chillier now, and Albert shrugged his cardigan on over his shirt as he strode across the parking lot.

He knew you werent expecting you, but he also knew you would be in your dorm cleaning until 3:30 that day... some study group you had joined was meeting and he knew he only had so long to see you. But regardless of if you had to go or not...he would see you.

As soon as he opened the door to the building, he swore he could smell you. Perhaps it was just his vivid memory, but as he strode to the reception, he ran his tongue over his teeth and he could even taste you. He could feel his pupils dilate at the very thought of how sweet you were when you came into his mouth. How you grabbed at him and whined and whimpered...

So fucking sweet...like sugar.

Albert asked the guard at the desk which room you were in, and it was easy enough to convince the man he was your father- Al was well aware that your family hadn’t come to see you yet- he had heard you talking to a friend one night on the phone.

Plus, the staff knew his face- he had been the one to move you there after all, not your family.

He smirked at the memory; remembering how he had knocked on your front door and your father had answered and looked so pleased.

Of course, your father knew Albert by that time- your he had come to your work numerous times to check on his baby girl, and Al had so happily greeted the man while you stood there with a blanched face. Your poor father had no idea that Al had just finished filling your young pussy with his cum and that it was now slowly dripping down your thighs under your skirt. He remembered how your father had invited him to your family's summer barbecue, and how elated he had been when Al accepted. His daughter's boss coming to their house? This was a big deal.

So when Albert showed up, van and all to move you two hours away, free of charge, you father had almost exploded with gratitude and pride for you. He had called you to the door and beamed at you- he had no idea what a fantastic impression you had made on your boss...he was so proud of you.

There was something about having your family so obliviously accepting of him that made the devil in him purr. He had loaded up the few things you had decided to take into his van, and watched as you nervously climbed into the passanger side. You had both waved to your weeping parents, but as soon as you were down the block and out of their view, Albert's warm hand was on your thigh, dragging that long skirt up you leg and bunching it around your hips so he could stroke your flesh. You had jumped and tried to push his hand away lest someone see...but he had just laughed and pulled off into a quiet parking lot. He had you in his lap before the engine was off; his hands had been in your hair, pulling you tight against his chest as his tongue licked into your soft mouth. "I’m gonna miss you, bunny." he had rasped, "Gotta make this trip count, right?" The sound of his belt unbuckling had made you shiver in his arms.

His eye twitched at the memory of it.

By the time he had your boxes in your dorm, he had made you cum three times. Albert needed you to remember who you belonged to; he didnt care if you could walk. He wouldn’t let you leave his sight without knowing very well that he could trust you…and in the back of your mind, you were aware of that.

His possessiveness worried you sometimes. You didn’t even feel comfortable going to the movies with a friend, lest he find out and torture you the next time. And Albert always found out. He knew everything; while that was charming and sweet sometimes…it was uncomfortable at times too. Al had immersed himself into your life like an infestation and if you wanted him out, you'd have to burn everything to the ground. Possibly including yourself.

He was everywhere all at once.

Al turned down the hall and found your dorm easily, his breathing came faster and faster as he got closer to your door. The anticipation was making his fingers tingle; he could hear light music playing and he smiled to himself when he recognized it. It was song that had come on the radio one night as he had driven you home from work and he had noticed you swaying to it. He had bought you the record the next day...you were thinking of him...

Of course she is.

The idea of you thinking of him was enough to make him sway on his feet.

Albert knocked on the door four times, and waited.

"One second!" He heard you call, and he felt his pulse jump.

A moment later, you were opening the door, and he watched you freeze.

You stared up at the man you knew so well and felt your eyes go wide. Your pulse quickened and your skin flushed at the sheer sight of him

"Albert." You murmured in shock.

He grinned, his canines showing off nicely.

"Surprise, kiddo." Came that voice that made a shiver chase your vertebras. Albert ate up your appearance and clenched his fists to not grab you right there. Your hair was a mess and your only had on a crewneck you had gotten from the school over your jeans.

Adorable.

"C’mere." He opened his arms and relished in you stepping into them. He felt your arms wrap around his waist, and you buried your face into his thick chest as he in turn buried his face into your hair and breathed in. Albert noted that you smelled a little different, but it was still you. He made a mental note to steal a few panties while he was there since the ones he had snatched before now smelled more of him that you.

“Miss me?" he rumbled, and he felt you nod against his chest.

"Mhm. I- I had no idea you were coming..." you mumbled as you pulled away and he tucked some hair behind your ear.

He watched your eyes go all bright and fluttery as you stared up at him.

"Yeah well...I missed my favourite girl." Albert cupped your cheek and you melted into his touch, but you jumped away when you heard some footsteps coming down the hall.

The action stabbed at Albert’s heart and jealously began to poison his head.

Was she embarassed by me?

The older man looked down the hall, and saw that it was two girls who looked to be around you age; they smiled as they saw you.

"Hey y/n! Didn't know your dad was coming to visit you." One chirped and the other nodded.

Ah.

Albert smirked internally.

You wanted to curl in on yourself. They had no idea this man had made your body do things you didnt even know were possible. You looked at Albert pleadingly and he slowly realized why you were panicking...because if they ever met your father they would question who he was…and that would rouse a plethora of questions.

Perhaps if Al was a better man he would have corrected them and told them that he was just a friend…but Albert Shaw was not a good man. And he was feeling particularly sadistic.

"Yeah, I thought I’d surprise her. Nice to meet you girls." Albert grinned and watched them pass.

They blushed and giggled when they were past and Albert’s face fell.

Whores.

You rubbed a hand over your face and sighed out a laugh.

"Come in." You stood aside, and smiled sheepishly.

Albert shared your smile, albeit more predatory, and passed you; he waited until your door was closed before he grabbed you hand and pulled you to him. At the quickness of his actions, you squeaked, but the sound was covered by his mouth as he kissed you fiercely. The other man’s tongue slipped into your mouth and smoothed against yours. He pushed you up against the door and locked it blindly- need taking over him. His huge hand wove into your hair and held you still- a low groan emitted from him when he felt your soft lips move against his.

His warm breath huffed against your cheeks, and you felt as I’ve he was consuming you through his every touch, let alone his kiss. Albert picked you up and had you wrap your legs around his waist in an effort to have you closer. He needed more. So much more. Albert ground his hardening cock into your crotch, and smirked to himself when you moaned helplessly into his mouth, small hands grabbing at his shoulders and hips moving against his like he taught you to.

"A-Al-" You gasped as he released your mouth and kissed messily down your neck. Goosebumps springing up his lips’s wake.

"I know bunny, I know… I got you.” He rasped, and pulled you away from the door before dumping you down onto your small bed.

The record you had been listening to was still playing, and Albert was everywhere, and your head was getting dizzier, and dizzier by the second. It had been a month since you saw him and while you werent a particularly needy person, he had left a gaping hole in you. He had made you addicted to him; the way he held you and spoke to you and fucked you.

He had you in the palm of his hand. all he needed to do was close his fist.

Albert shucked off his jacket and connected your mouths again; unbuckling his belt, and unzipping your jeans and tugging them down all in a flurry. When the cool air snuck up your bare legs, you shivered again. Albert took notice and pecked your lips once before nuzzling your nose with his.

"Don’t worry, I’ll warm my girl up." He rumbled and you blushed even harder at his insinuation. Albert’s rough hands collected yours in one palm and wrapped his fingers around your wrist, while the other pulled his cock out and ran the tip through your slick folds. The slow drag of the leaking tip made you whimper at the contact after so long of relying on your fingers- just like he had showed you.

Albert tsked you and hummed, "Awe I’m sorry...I know. Its been too long. I’ll take care of you, bunny. just hold still."

You were so soaked that he slipped the head in far too easily, and you choked on your breath. The sudden stretch was painful, and you felt tear prick at your ears as your body adjusted. Albert groaned and dipped his face into your neck as he pushed and pulled until he was fully sheathed inside you. There was a bulge in your tummy when he sat fully inside you, and the sight of it when you look down made you clench unconsciously. You whimpered and your body began rolling your hips, needing him to move. And he was eager to oblige. The older man quickened the slow thrusts, and began hammering into you- all need and possession.

Your body bouched under him as the three his weight into fucking you, each thrust striking your clit steadily. Albert’s hold on you almost tightened in tandem with your body and he revelled in it.

“That’s my girl, look at you…” He purred, his head spinning from your rosy cheeks and heavy eyelids, “…You still fucking blush for me…” he mused as his pace slowed for a moment to enjoy how you went even redder.

You looked away, embarrassed that you were indeed a flushed mess; you bit your lip to stay quiet, but it couldn’t hide you mewling and gasping.

Mine.

Albert could feel himself get closer and he gave into his selfishness and began rutting into you without abandon. There was only the muffled noises of your cries and the smack of his flesh on yours in the small room. He didn’t even try to hide it as people passed by outside, and the depraved side of him was hoping those girls from before would hear them and know what he’s doing to her. He hoped it would make them stay away from his bunny…he didn’t want her surrounded by sluts anyways. And if she was lonely, she was more likely to come home to him.

All mine…my bunny.

He was close. You felt Al throb inside you and his warm breath on your neck as he chased his orgasm. Albert’s thrusts grew sloppy and lost their rhythm, then he pushed forward into you, and you sobbed into his shoulder when you felt the tip of his cock press up against your cervix as he came. The bulge in your tummy grew warmer, and you felt as if you might melt into a puddle. His cum filled you, and some began to leak out past the tight seal of cock.

He growled into your hair, and ground his shaft against your g-spot, eliciting a surprised gasp from you at the intense stimulation.

“You thought I wouldn’t make you cum, bunny?” He smirked, exhausted. “You thought I forgot how to take care of you, hm?”

Your eyes went wide.

“I- I don- “ you couldn’t even keep at thought together when he lifted his shirt for his tummy to grind down onto your clit better, and he rolled his hips against you.

“Christ, you’re all dumb already, hm? I think my girl missed me.” He teased you, grinning wolfishly at your fucked-out form.

You nodded, not caring what he said; you could feel yourself tighten more and mor. You could feel a moan build in your chest. You gently grabbed the back of his neck and tried to bring him down to your lips. He resisted for a moment. “Ah ah, what do we say?” He had you hanging by a threat and he was going to soak up every moment while he could.

You sobbed quietly.

“Please!” You gasped when he ground particularly hard into you.

“Atta girl.” He praised you and dipped his head down to kiss you. You latched onto his lips eagerly and whimpered with need as he continued his ministrations. Albert hummed contently at your desperation for him, then he pulled away after a moment and spoke against your lips, “You’re almost there, cmon…” he encouraged you.

You could barely think after the kiss, and nodded. You felt yourself give in to the scorching heat inside you, and you arched your back as you came. You felt a rush of liquid down your bare thighs as you forced some of Albert’s cum out of you.

“There you go…there’s my girl. Good girl.” He rasped against you, the rumbles in his chest making your even warmer than you were. The older man’s demanding energy never ceased to envelop you- consuming you mind and body like you were his property.

Albert kissed at your neck and slowly eased himself off of you, and watched his cum spill out of you as he pulled out. “Made a mess of my bunny…” he mused under his breath and he pushed his hair back from his face. Then he looked down at you, and he paused.

You were staring up at him so serenely. So fucked out that you probably couldn’t even form a coherent thought or idea.

Mine…

As your breathing finally returned to normal, you slowly eased yourself up from your bed and looked down at your legs where Albert was kneeling and kissing at your thighs. You watched him drag his tongue up a streak of your cum; as if he felt your eyes on his, he looked up at you, and smirked devilishly.

“There’s my pretty girl.” He cooed.

“Hi...” You said shyly, while you squirmed and twitched at his touches- your skin already so sensitive.

Albert placed one last kiss to your thigh then knelt down on the floor to look at you as you sat up. “What do you say if I take you out for a bit?” He rubbed your ankle gently, knowing his touch made your brain melt.

To his pleasure, you nodded with a dazed, shy smile, “Yes please.”

“Alright…let’s get you dressed. Can’t have you catching cold can we?” He stood slowly and winced at the pain in his knees; groaning at his back.

As you righted yourself and came back from the washroom after cleaning the mess between your legs, you saw Albert perched on the edge of your bed, playing with one of your stuffed animals. It was a little childish but they made you feel safe. For a man you knew could be brutal and cunning and possessive, he looked so soft with such an innocent object in his large, calloused hands.

You suddenly wondered if he had any when he was growing up…he had divulged very little about his younger life…but a few details about the cruelty of his father slipped by. You knew he didn’t have it easy…

Your heart stung. Wordlessly, your crossed the room to him, and crawled into his lap, not caring that you were sore. Albert watched you climb onto him, and was about to make a comment, but then you nuzzled your face into his neck, and breathed in, and he kept quiet.

“I missed you, Al…” came your soft voice from his hair.

Something in his chest tugged.

“I know…I missed you too, sweetheart.” He rasped, and pet your hair.

You both sat there for a moment- the carnal need for each other out of your systems for the time being.

“How’s Samson?” You asked as you reluctantly pulled yourself away and tugged on a new pair of panties since the ones you had been wearing were missing all of a sudden.

“Howling for you.” Albert laughed. It was true. Samson knew you gave him the best treats and a month without you might have been even harder on him than on Al.

You nodded, then tried to hide your smile as you reached into one of your storage drawers and pulled out a large bag of treats. Albert barked out a laugh.

She’s incorrigible…

“I hope it’s okay…I found them in a shop here and thought of him.” You fiddled with the seal on the bag and looked down.

Albert shook his head, that signature half smirk pulling at his lips, “You’re too sweet, you know that?” And took the bag from you.

You waved him off and pulled on a skirt, and a new shirt that didn’t have cum on it. “It’ll make me happy to know he’s not howling.”

You tugged your shoes on and Albert wrapped his arms around your waist, “Is he the only one you thought of?” He rumbled, and noted that you instantly relaxed into his embrace.

Such a good girl…

“Al…” you gasped embarrassingly, and squirmed.

“What?” He chucked into your ear, “I thought of you, you know…”

You gasped when he nipped at your neck.

“I- well I just…I’m- you know I thought about you…” you felt him smirk, “And i-if you keep pushing I don’t think we’ll ever leave so…you know- just…” you tried so hard to be assertive and it failed so miserably, but Albert seemed to enjoy it as he kissed your head and was smiling as he came around you.

“Can’t blame an old man for asking.” He kissed your temple and handed you your jacket. “Now how about a milkshake and a slice of pie?” He opened the door, and let you walk out first.

You took a booth at the popular diner in town, and went to sit across from Albert, but he didn’t even give you the chance before he was tugging you into the booth beside him.

He scanned the menu, squinting at the small font, and made up his mind quickly.

You tried to hide your smile.

“Now why don’t you tell me what you’ve been learning so far?” He cooed and leaned his cheek into his hand as he watched you read.

You flushed agin. You were certain you’d never get used to his attention.

“Oh well most classes are just introductory right now…so nothing super interesting just-“

“Hi there folks, my name’s Harper I’ll be your server for today…what can I get for you?” A vibrant server came over to the two of you and you almost jumped when you saw her. You had been so used to being in the little bubble Albert seemed to make around you that someone popping it irked you.

Albert smiled at your startled form then looked up at the young woman. “A piece of cherry pie and a coffee for me, please.” He said. The young woman’s face flushed slightly, and you felt jealously rise in you. That was new…You knew Albert was handsome, and you trusted his claim that you were the apple of his eye, but that didn’t stop you from being a little possessive in your own way. You weren’t the most confident about yourself, knowing there were far more beautiful girls out there that could easily catch Albert’s eye-

“And what would your daughter like?”

The simple question made you freeze and look to Albert for help. You didn’t know what to say or if you should correct her. Evidently, Albert took a sick enjoyment from your discomfort and the perverted thoughts that swam comfortably in his head because of it.

Albert hid his wolfish grin, and covered it with a playful chuckle as he pulled you into him like a father might. “Go on then, kiddo. Dad can’t order for you forever.”

You stared down at your napkin like it might help you, but nothing happened. “J-just a strawberry milkshake please.” You murmured, still not looking up at the perfectly nice young woman.

“Sure thing- I’ll get those things out for you in a jiffy!” She chirped, and walked away with her paper in hand.

You still couldn’t look at Albert, though he seemed to have enjoyed the interaction thoroughly.

“Albert can you please make me disappear like one of your magic tricks?” You whispered, and covered your face with your hands when he laughed.

“C’mon now, sweetheart, it’s just a joke,” he kissed your hair, “You didn’t finish telling me about what you’re up to here.” He coaxed you to finally look up when he eased his hand over your thigh under the hem of your skirt.

“What’s wrong? Hm?” He teased you, and you just stared up at him helplessly as he moved his hand higher and higher until your lips dropped open; he passed the edge of your dampening panties, all the way to your very sensitive clit, and at the contact, you forgot how to breathe.

“Go on.” He prodded you.

Your lips felt dry and when you went to try speaking, you barley formed more than a few very discombobulated sentences.

You didn’t even notice Harper coming back with a smile on her face and tray in hand until Al looked past you and replaced his devilish grin with a pleasant expression.

“Here you are. Now just be careful of the pie it’s a bit hot. Oh, and I took the liberty of adding some cream to it…you strike me as the kind of man who might enjoy that.” She said as she put them down, and placed your milkshake down in front of you.

You might have made a comment to her about being more respectful and not flirt with the man she assumed was your father, but you decided against it. You would feel horrible after if you did, and she was harmless.

“Thank you so much.” Albert pulled you closer into his side and continued his petting of your clit as the young woman walked away.

“You think she knows?” He rasped in your ear, “That my cum is still dripping out of you? You think she knows I’m playing with your little pretty cunt?”

His depraved words made you shift and squirm. You gasped when he stroked over your clit- the friction from your panties over your recovering flesh making you twitch in your seat. “I don’t Um- I- ah!” You tried again, but when Al saw you about to speak he ran a finger down your slit between your puffy lips and your mind went blank.

“There she goes again…just an empty head.” he mused to himself as he watched your eyes glaze over while he toyed with your body right there in front of the half-full diner. He took a bite of his pie and groaned in his throat. “Almost as sweet as your cherry, kiddo.”

You fought with your brain to do your best to maintain your dignity and complete enough sentences to pretend that you were not being petted under the table, and seeing as no police were called, you managed.

Albert skillfully ate his pie and sipped at his coffee with one hand ; feeding you every other bite. A little red filling dropped down from your mouth onto your chin, and he couldn’t resist reaching over to you and swiping it away with his thumb before sucking it into his mouth. “Messy girl.” He hummed before returning to his coffee like nothing had happened.

Meanwhile you sipped mindlessly at your milkshake. You barely tasted it. Not when you were on the edge of another orgasm, which you pathetically fell over when he leaned over to you and kissed just below your ear.

“Come on pretty girl. Show your new town how well you cum for me.” He rasped lowly against your skin.

You bit down on your straw to hide your moan and you gripped his leg with your hand like a vice. Albert groaned deep in his chest when he felt the rush of wetness soaking your panties, and slowly took his hand away before sucking the two fingers into his mouth for a second.

“Such a good girl.” He said, and kissed your temple before giving you the last bite of pie.

The bill was brought to you and you didn’t even have time to glance at it before Albert had put down a $20 and was helping you up out of the booth onto your wobbly legs.

“Have a great afternoon!” The server’s voice called after you as Al lead you away and he sent her a wave of recognition; too busy trying to make sure you didn’t fall flat on your face. Your head felt disconnected from your body.

Albert -ever the gentleman- helped you into the van, and kissed your cheek. He climbed in beside you and pulled out with ease; you were still so boneless you didn’t even notice where you were going. He could have been driving to Canada for all you knew.

A comfortable silence enveloped you until Albert broke it.

“I was thinking, honey…why don’t you come back to Denver? You don’t seem very happy here.” He said, eyes on the road.

You blinked, and sighed; fidgeting with your hands. You had hoped he would have dropped the subject after you had officially left for college, but it seemed he was still focused on it. You hated any kind of confrontation, and sadly, he knew that.

“Well…I just…I know I probably will end up doing something else, but I guess I just want to have some kind of education…and it’s not for long.” You shrugged. It was the same conversation you had had with him months ago.

Albert gripped the wheel tight, “Don’t you miss me?” He asked, though his tone masked his rising temper.

“Of course I miss you…” You looked over at him, “So much.”

The older man pursed his lips and his eye twitched.

“Then what else do you need? Don’t you want to just wake up next to me and not have to torture yourself for years just to learn something you will probably forget?” He pushed, though his tone remained eerily gentle.

You were so focused on his words that you didn’t notice when he began to pull off the road.

It wasn’t until he parked the van that you finally looked around, and your brows scrunched up. “Al…where are we?”

There was a pause as he thought.

“Is there someone else?” He asked lowly, turning his body towards you and skipping over your question.

Your eyes went wide at the ludicrous insinuation. “Someone- No! No one…I don’t even really talk at all to anyone.” You offered honestly.

He sighed and shook his head. “So you’re staying?” His question was practically rhetorical.

“I am. At least for a year…if I hate it I’ll come back.” You nodded and smiled gently to reassure him.

Albert felt his anger start to rise and he turned away from you, running a hand through his hair.

He didn’t want “if”…he wanted you. He wanted you morning, afternoon and night and any other time after.

Albert sighed.

“Now why did you have to do that? Hm?” He turned to you.

You shook your head in confusion.

“A-Albert you’re scaring me…” there was a tremble in your voice and while Al had slowed down in his kidnappings and had truly enjoyed you…he had missed that nervousness. And hearing it in your voice was like a drug to him.

“You’re scared?” He asked. There was a lilt to his voice that you had only heard once before when he caught a spider and found out you were terrified.

Back then it was playful.

Now?…now it unsettled you. It was creepy and unnatural.

“Well…Yea…” you confessed, hands going cold all of a sudden.

There was a beat of silence, then he nodded. “Guess there’s not much use in dragging this out then.”

Everything happened so fast, but what you knew was your head stung, and your world went black and fuzzy.

You were dizzy and your temple throbbed. Your limbs all felt like lead while your neck felt like it was pumped with helium. All you felt was your limp body being moved and something rough tightening around your wrists- a tight, sticky feeling over your lips too.

Albert placed you in the back of his van, and tore a piece of duct tape over your pretty lips and bound your hands and feet. He tsked the blood dripping down your face from your head. “All you had to do was agree with me, bunny…now look at what you made me do.” He tittered.

You squirmed against him weakly as unconsciousness took you, and he chuckled at your fight. “Shh…I know you’re scared…I know you don’t loved me like I love you, bunny… but that’s okay. I did all this to get you…and I’m not going to let you leave now…I have just the place for you.”

You would learn to love him, Albert would make sure of it.

He had managed to trap this precious little bunny in his jaws, and he wasn’t about to just let her go.

Not when she was as sweet as can be.

Just like sugar.

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[luv4georgie]

ooh that prompt list is lowkey 🔥🔥

can i get a (squinting like im trying to order fast food) number 14 angst? it can be with any sauce (driver)

my kind of woman.

Oscar Piastri x fem!reader

in which formula one star, Oscar Piastri, and girlfriend, Y/n Y/l/n, get into a fight over something extremely stupid.

warnings: FLASHBACKS IN ITALICS, extremely slightly toxic, shouting, mentions of Gods torture to woman because of what Eve did 🙄🙄, swearing!!!

prompt 14 on angst- “just… lay down with me”

“your my, my, my, kinda woman”

“don’t even bother coming Y/n” was the last words that came out of Oscar’s mouth. he’s called me shortened version of my name during an argument before but never my full name. my face dropped and my stomach sunk to my feet when i heard my boyfriend say my full name. that’s when i instantly thought it was my fault. Oscar was off to the Australian Grand Prix after the ‘fight’ happened. it wasn’t physical or anything just really verbal. i was scared of him. i couldn’t tell if he could tell i was. he really shouted. i don’t know why. i was on my period, which made things 10x worse. as soon as i heard the hotel door slam shut, i burst into sobs.

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“Oscarr” i sung, skipping over to my boyfriend. it was day 3 of my period and i was in a pretty good mood because i hadn’t got any cramps today. it was around 7-8am and i wasn’t tired for some reason. “what” my boyfriend, Oscar, responded to me. i flinched slightly, but brushed it off and smiled. i wrapped my arms around his shoulders from behind him. he was sitting on the hotel couch with a coffee sat on the table in-front of him, going cold. i kissed his temple but instead of doing something nice in return, he grabbed my arms and shoved me off of him. i let out a quiet ‘oh’ as i felt a pang in my chest. “oh” he mocked in a weird, lazy tone. i just narrowed my eyes at him. “sorry?” i said, making sure i heard him right. “oh shush Y/n”. he rarely uses my full name on me so it was clearly serious.

“what’s wrong Osc?” i asked. “oh my god” he whispered to himself. i stepped back in disgust at my boyfriends new attitude. he turned his head around to face me “i told you to shush? didn’t you fucking here me?” he said a little but louder this time. “but i was just trying to find out what’s u-” i started. then he got up and really shouted. what had him in such a bad mood this morning? tears pricked my eyes as he shouted all horrible words at me. “O-Osc-” “no Y/n, i don’t want to fucking hear it”. i was really upset. i hadn’t done anything. have i? then i heard him mumble under his breath. ‘stupid bitch’ “Oscar what the fuck?!” i whisper-shouted, due to my tears getting in the way of everything. “you heard me.” he said. then i cried. “jesus christ… here you go with fucking crying” he says, throwing his hands in the air and letting them smack back down by his sides. making me flinch hard. he didn’t even care. “don’t even bother coming Y/n”

(hours later…)

my face was buried in the hotel pillows. i was trying to sleep but i couldn’t i just laid there, face down blankly. my cheeks were stained with tears. but i didn’t care. i just sat there for hours, rethinking and trying to figure out what i had done wrong that morning. until i heard the front door open, a bag drop and light footsteps coming towards the door. “hi baby” was what i heard. hi baby? the fucking audacity this man has to scream in my face and come back to say ‘hi baby’?? after not getting a response, Oscar walked over to the bed, took of his shoes, tried to touch my leg in a form of comfort but i just shook him off of me. he sat on the bed for a few seconds, most likely watching to see if i would respond. after still no reply he got up and turned the shower on. he was probably sweaty anyways. after a few minutes (because whoever wrote this, oh me, is lazy asf) Oscar came out the shower and put a pair of sweats on and a hoodie.

i felt the bed dip beside me and a hand went on my lower back. “are you okay?” he said. i just got up, grabbed a pillow and went to the couch. Oscar shouted after me “Y/n/n!”. still no response. he followed me out the room and to the couch. “what’s up sweetheart?” he asked. “what’s up? what’s fucking up? what do you mean Oscar? you fucking screamed at me this morning and now your trying to see what’s up?” i finally confronted him. he squinted his eyes at himself and once he finally remembered everything he ran a hand over his face. “i’m so sorry about that, my love, i was just really tired” “that’s not an excuse to shout at me Oscar, i was really upset” i whimpered. he just had a-lot of sympathy in his eyes and left me there, sitting on the rather uncomfortable couch.

after minutes that felt like hours, i got up and went to the bedroom me and Oscar had set in. i cracked the door open slightly. “Osc?” i whispered. “yes?” he replied. “can i sleep in here? i’m sorry i tried to sleep on the couch”. even in the dark i could tell Oscar was smiling. “please, just… come and lie down with me, i want to hold you” so that’s just what i did. “i love you Y/n/n, so much and i’m sorry i lashed out on you like that. it wasn’t okay and i will do everything in my power to make sure it will never ever happen again. im so so sorry and i love you so so much” “i love you too koala” we both giggled and lay there, holding, kissing and touching each-other. not sexually. just like we had been touched starved our whole lives and we just wanted human contact. i love him and i trust he wouldn’t do it again.

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AUTHORS NOTE: sorry this is short :( it’s midnight after all and i have an assignment due at 9 that i haven’t actually done so i will 1000000% be doing that… AFTER I DO SOME OTHER REQUESTS 🥳🥳 don’t worry its not an assignment that matters. i’m already trained in Marine Biology (my dream job!!) and can’t wait to pursue my career!!!

[amourane]

Hi Yves, thank you for writing such great fics for us! I noticed you haven’t written anything for Blaise so is it ok to request for him?

Blaise and y/n are aurors and “rivals” bcs they think they’re better than e/o. They had to go to a mission tgt and she got hurt/almost got hurt but tried to play it cool while Blaise was so protective (swooning rn).

If you’re uncomfy writing Blaise you can also make it as Theo.

Much love xx

hexed hearts

pairing: blaise zabini x gn!reader

genre: fluff, aurors au, post hogwarts

w/c: 1.6k

summary: hate was a very strong word and it was the word you would use to describe blaise zabini perfectly.

warnings: swearing, you get hit with a hex and you bleed, nothing too graphic

a/n: tysm for requesting this anon!! i'm so happy you enjoy my writing and ofc you can request for blaise, this is my gift to you <3

Hate was a strong word. It was something that everyone said. Arguably it was a word most people used often without truly knowing just how strong the connotations were. No, you didn’t hate Blaize Zabini. You despised him with every single cell in your being. Not only was he a cocky asshole he was also determined to surpass you in everything. 

The two of you had been in the same year in Hogwarts and though you had only met when the both of you were 11 hatred had already been brewing. He was conceited and arrogant and snarky. All the things you hated. The rivalry between the both of you had only grown throughout the years, the tension pulling tighter and tighter.

Now, the both of you were aurors and no one got a wink of peace when the both of you were around.

“Can you not be an insufferable piece of shit for two seconds?” You snarled at his direction and when you see him sporting the same devilish smirk it only fuels your anger further.

“One. Two.” He holds his fingers up as he counts the seconds, mocking your emotions even more. “There, done. I know that you love me Y/n but you can’t even stay away from me for two seconds, that’s adorable.”

You lunged at him, anger bubbling over the top, ready to pounce on him and hex him into oblivion. Blaise was so annoying, so irritating and yet he was also so brain-numbingly handsome and smooth. You felt someone grab your shoulder stopping you just in time before you pummelled the man’s face in. 

“C’mon Y/n I can’t be the one cleaning up after the both of you again.” Harry sighed as he held you back. You watched as Blaise’s smug grin only widened as he leaned back into his chair. “The both of you are going to have to get along, there’s a mission for both of you.”

“But-”

“No buts Y/n, this one came from the guys above. You know how they are so you and Zabini are going to have to get along.” 

Harry didn’t say anything more as he left you standing there in disbelief. You didn’t even have a chance to refuse or even beg to not go. Blaise let out a low whistle as soon as the other auror left. He got up from his seat and made his way towards you, the shit-eating grin on his face only irritating you further. You scowled as he stopped just a few inches in front of you.

“Don’t be a pussy L/n, I’m sure you can resist my charms for a few hours.” He threw you a wink and you felt your skin crawl with disgust. Blaise was attractive, yes, but merlin how you wanted to just punch that annoying expression right off his face.

“You better not fuck this up Zabini or I swear to merlin-”

He cut you off before you could finish and rolled his eyes at the words you spat out. “I know, I know.” He shrugged his shoulders back before glancing at you again. Your glare met his eyes and you found yourself getting lost in his dark gaze. “You should know by now I don’t fuck anything up.”

With that, he snapped you out of your hazy thoughts. Your glare hardened and you scoffed at his arrogant statement. That was the last thing he said before disappearing behind you, leaving you to stew in your own anger. You had just been put together with your worst enemy on a mission. This was unbelievable.

//

The mission was a standard recon, yet the tension between you and Blaise made it anything but. Sneaking through the dense forest, you tried to focus on the task at hand and not the infuriating presence beside you. Blaise, for once, seemed focused, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.

It wasn’t meant to be a hard mission, the both of you were skilled enough to handle any of the attacks that were hurled your way. Yet, everything happened so fast. One minute you were shouting hexes, pointing your wand at the danger before you. Blaise was beside you, his movements fluid and precise, something you had always envied. 

In the chaos, you didn’t see the hex coming. It hit you square in the chest, sending you sprawling to the ground, pain searing through your body. It hurt, it hurt a lot but you couldn’t let that stop you. This was a mission and every mission was treated with the utmost importance. There was no way that you were going to give up so easily. You gritted your teeth, trying your best to push yourself up and carry on. 

“I’m fine.” You muttered through clenched teeth as you struggled to stand. The pain only seemed to increase, spreading throughout your body quicker. “Just a scratch.”

Blaise’s eyes narrowed as he glanced at you, his expression shifting from annoyance to something you couldn’t quite place. “Bullshit, Y/N. You’re hurt.”

“I said I’m fine.” You insisted, ignoring the throbbing pain in your side. “Let’s just finish this.”

But Blaise wasn’t having it. He grabbed your arm, his grip firm but not painful. “We need to get you out of here.”

“I don’t need your help, Zabini.” You snapped, trying to pull away, but your strength was waning.

“Stop being stubborn.” He growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re not dying on my watch.”

His words stunned you into silence. Before you could protest further, Blaise lifted you into his arms, carrying you with surprising gentleness. You could feel his heart pounding against your back, the adrenaline of the fight still coursing through him. Your own heart was beating just as fast and you tried to steady your laboured breathing. Despite your protests, you couldn’t help but lean into him, exhaustion and pain overcoming your pride. 

As the two of you reached a safer area, he set you down gently, his hands lingering on your shoulders as he checked your wound. You winced when he pressed at your side and you turned to shoot him a glare but apologies were already tumbling from his lips. The concern in his eyes was undeniable, and it confused you. This was the same Blaise Zabini who had always been your rival, your nemesis.

“You’re going to be okay.” He said quietly, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. He muttered a spell you assumed was to calm the bleeding that was seeping through your clothes. “Just hang in there.”

“Thanks.” You mumbled, not sure what else to say.

“Don’t mention it.” He replied, his usual smirk returning. “Just try not to get yourself killed next time. It’s a lot of paperwork.”

You rolled your eyes at his snarky remark, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the pain. “You wish.”

As the adrenaline wore off you found yourself more in tune with the pain as well as the lingering touches that Blaise left as he helped you. The forest was eerily quiet and you knew that the danger was no longer there yet the silence only made it more awkward between the both of you. Every once in a while you would meet his eyes and your eyes would lock with his for a second before he turned away.

It was weird.

You winced as you shifted, the pain in your side sharp and persistent. Blaise noticed immediately, his brow furrowing in concern.

“Let me see.”

You debated whether to refuse his request before giving in. “Fine.”

He knelt beside you, gently lifting your bloodied shirt to inspect the wound. His fingers brushed against your skin, sending an unexpected shiver down your spine. The wound was deep, and the sight of it made you grimace.

“You’re lucky.” He murmured, his voice oddly tender. “A bit higher and it could have been much worse.”

“Guess I’ll have to thank you for that.”

Blaise looked up, his eyes meeting yours. For a moment, the usual antagonism was absent, replaced by something softer, more intense. “You don’t have to thank me, Y/N. Just… try to be more careful.”

He was so close, his breath warm on your skin. Your heart kept the fast pace it had despite the fact all your adrenaline had already dissipated. He leaned closer towards you, fingertips grazing your wound and his touch somehow soothed the ache you felt.

“I mean it.” He whispered, his voice barely audible. “I hate watching you get hurt.”

“Blaise-” The words die in your throat and you can’t continue the sentence you so desperately wanted to say. You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. This was the same Blaise who had driven you crazy for years, yet here he was, showing a side of himself that left you breathless.

Before you could open your mouth to respond he had already closed the distance between the two of you. His lips brushed against yours for a tentative kiss. His lips were soft and you found yourself clinging onto him, desperate for the sweet sensation that he filled you with. It was gentle at first before it increased with intensity. The pain you felt disappeared and all you could focus on was the beautiful man in front of you.

When he finally pulled back the both of you were breathless. His eyes searched yours as if he was looking for confirmation if he had read the situation correctly. You took a shaky breath, your mind reeling from the intensity of the kiss.

“Maybe we don’t hate each other as much as we thought.” Your voice was soft, a small smile playing on your lips as your hands loop around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

Blaise’s expression softened, his thumb tracing your jawline. “Maybe not.”

Silence enveloped you once again and this time it felt comforting. Blaise’s arms felt right around you, his warmth radiating off his body making you feel that much more safe. There was no longer the crackling animosity between the two of you.

“Told you you couldn’t resist my charm.”

“Shut the fuck up Zabini.”

[lovelykhaleesiii]

hi, other half, I've came to beg you to write some smutty thing for me. You once posted sth about riding Aegon's belly and yOU BITCH, I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO STOP THINKING ABOUT IT SINCE THEN. So I'm begging you, queen of chubby!aegon, to write something about getting off on Aegon's fat belly (and u know the details, i know u do bc we share the same mind).

i love u, please and thank u🤍🥺

I LOVE YOU! and whoopsie, I can't help it if my thotty thots overtake your mind <3 lord have mercy, I really took my time with this one boo, like I actually lost myself AHAHA you know what they say, great minds think alike :))) hope you enjoy lovely x

Satisfied, Yet?

PAIRING: chubby!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader.

WORDS: 2,464.

WARNINGS: NSFW, slight mention of fatphobic comment, thigh/stomach riding, p in v sex, swearing.

Since being anointed as King, Aegon's life had altered drastically. Most of these changes not only seeped into his political stance in the realm, or in his dutiful role of upholding social responsibilities, although in his physicality, too. Since, having been betrothed to Aegon from his long, before days as Prince till now, you'd been front row and center to all these unfolding changes...

Nonetheless, at the very least you were quite absorbed in all the theatrics, particularly relishing in your husband's growing figure.

Aegon had always been an envoy to gluttony since his youth, his habits had only recently begun to swell from a boy's meager appetite into a man's. Since his coronation, Aegon, with you loyally by his side, had been invited and exposed to plentiful feasts, tourneys, banquets and celebrations in honor of his succession, with copious amounts of succulent roasts, pastries, sweets, treats and wine, that could fulfillingly feed the entire realm thrice. It was inevitable that such a habit of glutton would overtake…

Although you modestly dined in moderation, Aegon often found himself feasting, ravishing through the delectable flavours each region of the realm had to offer to their newly appointed King, eagerly hoping to appease his Grace.  As time went on, you found that his table manners had become wilted, as he’d often lost focus, disengaging in conversations, too enraptured by gorging himself on the delicacies offered to him by his meek subjects. You’d even occasionally witness him satisfyingly licking the tasteful grease off of his now thick, pudgy fingers, savoring the sacred moment, as his other free hand massaged his full, distended belly. 

In doing so, and unknowing to Aegon’s own naked eye, his appetite grew just as rapid as his waistline. His grandsire, the Hand, Otto Hightower, often eyed the King with disgust although, so long as Aegon showed up to such meaningful events, he did not protest. Nor did the Dowager Queen, Alicent, for she grew weary and apprehensive to provoke Aegon, now that he was King. Thus, no one dared to fuss. 

If you were being frank with yourself, you intently observed Aegon’s newly found habits, not in a parallel way to his grandsire, although with lust. Aegon’s appetite was what you’d believed, fit for a King. The repercussions of this, you reaped bashfully, as you gradually watched your beloved husband's figure swell. He maintained muscle, through occasional combat training and flights with Sunfyre, although now a visible layer of fat had grown all over, padding the muscle beneath. His legs, once modestly average sized, had now grown to be as thick as tree trunks, along with his bulky biceps and forearms to match. Although the centerpiece of attraction was his abdominal region, now protruding over his hidden waistline, the soft flesh hung, resting over his stocky thighs whenever you found him lounging. 

Gods be good, was it a mission to remain incessantly composed for hours when you were present to spoil your longing eyes upon your dear husband sprawled comfortably upon the Iron Throne… He’d grown into the seat, the fat of his thighs digging into the edge, subtly hanging over its edge, as he just managed to fit in. The image was stupendously ingrained into your brain, and the only thoughts that you could muster were sinful. 

Nonetheless, Aegon remained oblivious to the venereal effect his appearance was having on you…

****

“Fuck-” Aegon frusturatingly huffed.

“What is it, my love?” You concerningly question. Slowly closing the pages of your novel that rested against your lap, as you turned to face your husband, you had been greeted with an exasperated Aegon, his plump cheeks reddened from all the bustling noises you’d mindlessly heard in the background whilst reading. 

“It seems I am in need of a new fitting. I have been struggling to button these trousers on, dearest, not to mention how uncomfortably tight they now feel,” Aegon sulkingly protested. You carefully watched on, as you witnessed Aegon curiously pondering over his reflection in the mirror of your shared compartment. The pantaloons he’d been whining about, he’d just managed to dress, although remained loose and unsecured where it should have been buttoned and fitted. Instead, his portly belly hung low, his flesh engulfing over the opening and seams of the pants. 

“Be honest before the Gods dearest, have I grown?” Aegon uttered, as he turned to face you sharply, his hands gliding over his swollen belly, as the one squeezed the mold of fat over where his ribs lay protected beneath.

“I-uh, I do not know what you mean, dearest. Y-You look fine,” You meekly respond, unable to maintain direct eye contact, once Aegon was done sizing himself down, returning his gaze unto you. A stern look had brewed across his face, as you lowered your head to the book on your lap, fiddling with its torn edges.

“Do not toy with me, Y/N. Be honest, at the very least, I command that you speak the truth before your King. Have I grown…fat?” A distaste apparent in his stern voice, Aegon looked upon you with fretful eyes. 

Your reluctant gaze had softened with adoration. You did not wish for Aegon to feel even the slightest tinge of shame for his change, nor did you want him to think it possible, that you were revolted by the very sight of your husband.

“Y-You may have grown somewhat in size, but Aeg, that does not mean I love you any less. No lesser, than the day my maiden eyes had laid upon you.” 

Although you spoke warmly of the truth, Aegon refused to believe. Disapprovingly shaking his head in protest, he tore his attention away from you, avoiding eye contact as his glistening, lilac eyes had now wandered to the ground beneath his feet. His hands nervously gliding up and down the sides of his thick thighs, as he slowly seated himself down over the edge of the bed, an audible creak of the wooden frame fracturing the silence. 

“People must look upon us, and feel pity unto you, my wife. For look at the ‘hog’ she has now binded herself to-”

“Aegon, please-” You firmly interjected, racing over towards your husband, as you gracefully knelt before him, your hands now appearing tiny, sprawled against his large thighs, gripping the flesh for stability. 

“Aeg, look at me-” Your hand reached over, tugging at his fatty chin to redirect his attention solely onto you. 

“They-” Your fleeting eyes darting towards the shut door and back towards him, indicating to the world beyond.

“-should not matter. I would never say such vile things, nor could I ever think of you like that.” 

Aegon remained chillingly quiet, although you’d faintly glimpsed a sudden glint in his eyes, as his fixed attention lingered over your soft lips. 

“Prove it.” 

His sudden words took a solid few seconds to register in your mind, before you’d fathomed its meaning. Prove so, how? 

You knew exactly what was required of you. Your readiness for this moment had been stirring amid the quiet moments against the bustle and haste, of the banquets and festivities you’d both attended, that you often found yourself reservedly pondering in your own lustful thoughts, envisioning many things… 

“Sit properly on the bed,” You boldly uttered, as you stood yourself up, pushing yourself up from Aegon’s knees, leaning yourself ever so slightly forward that the evident cleavage in your tightly fitted gown were brazenly displayed to Aegon, as you stood swiftly. It made you innocently chuckle seeing Aegon smacking his juicy lips in response, as he strugglingly shuffled himself atop the bed, right towards the center of the wooden headboard. His large, rough hands steadily rubbed against the tight fabric of his thighs in anticipation for what was to come, as he intently observed you from afar. 

Both your undivided attention remained mutually onto each other: a faint, tender smile appearing on your face, as you noticed the hunger in Aegon’s eyes [mildly similar to how he gushed over the plated feasts], a smirk beaming across his face. 

Slowly walking over towards him, you’d managed to hike the front of your dress up sensually, before crawling atop the bed, only to find yourself straddling your beloved husband. Your legs had been stretched out broadly, accommodating for his wider frame, as his stomach pushed against the sensitive region of your lower abdomen and entrance. Gods, did his thighs feel so tender and soft beneath your ass, as you comfortably lowered yourself down, readjusting your position. Your arms instinctively stretch over towards his neck line, as your fingers begin to tangle and pull on the platinum, short strands from behind. 

It seemed the warm, tense friction of your body against Aegon’s was already beginning to stir the new King, pleasantly.

Closing in the distance between your faces, as your moist lips teasingly hovered over his plump ones. 

“You want me to prove it, baby… So be it,” You softly whispered, the warmth of your breath Aegon had inhaled, unable to remain patient, the young King pushed his mouth against yours, his tongue shoving its way through in exchange for a long, passionate kiss. Somehow, his pudgy hands had managed to find their way towards your backside, roughly squeezing the flesh of each cheek, you were certain his fingerprints would remain evident. 

Almost in tune to a rhythm, you began to pace yourself in a loop, slowly rocking forwards and back against the thin fabric of Aegon’s strained pants, your body shoving in deeper towards his distended belly, before leaning back to give him some momentary relief. 

“Mhmm,” Aegon lowly moaned, as one hand remained glued to your tender ass cheek, whilst the other snaked its way firmly behind your back, his rough hand gripping your neck, his thick fingers entangled in your hair, as he massaged the base of your head. 

“You have no idea what you’ve done to me, seeing you become this-” You breathlessly whimpered, as you tore apart your lips from his to speak. 

Aegon sensed the sincerity in your tone, and the soft, pleasing look in your eyes, as you ached for him. You could’ve sworn he could physically feel the throbbing sensation pulsating from your moist cunt, against the soft flesh of his full gut. 

“And what is it that I have done? What is it that you wish to do to me, my sweet, sweet angel?” 

Your pace had subtly quicked, briefly feeling Aegon trying to align your cunt to his cock, he undoubtedly was not expecting your next move. 

Insisting Aegon to recline himself further back into a semi-fowler position, the plentiful, fluffed cushions supporting his heavy mass in conjunction to the solid headboard hidden beneath. You swiftly shuffled yourself further up his body, thrusting yourself forward with enough momentum that you now sat atop, straddling his doughy, bloated stomach beneath. Your hands now gripping dearly onto his broad, dense shoulders, nails digging into the cloth-like fabric of his white shirt, as you further continued to thrust against him, riding his flesh beneath deeply and vigorously. 

“Fuck, Y/N-” He growled, as his grip remained strained onto your hips, as they rhythmically bucked forwards and back, desperately riding in deeper into his mass. 

“See-uh-See, what you’ve done to me, this, all of this-” You squeeze a little more into the flesh of his skin, pulling at the fat that embodied your husband, signifying his tremendous growth. Your moistened cunt began to coat his pale, soft skin stripped with reddened marks and stripes all along his sides and below, with your sweetness, as his shirt hiked up against your movements. 

“L-Look, my King, look at exactly what you’ve done to m-me-” You bashfully utter, as your spine instinctively arches, the collision and smacking of your skin against his continued to be heard in such close proximity, only muffled by either of your mindless moans and grunts. Nestled between your lower cunt and backside, you could feel something poking through, Aegon’s thick cock beginning to swell, feeling its pulsating urge beneath the strained fabric, the incessant need to shove itself inside of you grew with each movement. 

“Hmmf-” Aegon’s heavy, volatile breathing grew rapidly: as he ate himself to swell, his efforts became strained, often catching him huffing and puffing after hiking up a dense flight of stairs. 

“Come on, Aegon- I-I’m so close already-” You stutteringly whimper, sensual moans mindlessly interrupting your words. Now your wetness began to lubricate his succulent, fleshy skin entirely, as your cum pooled beneath, making your movements easier, gliding over his portly stomach. Where his lean pecs had once been, now a thick layer of adipose mounted over: one hand remained gripped to his shoulder, desperate for the stable support, whilst the other firmly cupped and squeezed at his enlarged, swollen pec. The roughness of your touch against the sensitive site, scored a loud plea for your name from his lips, that momentarily left your lifted breasts, before resuming to suckle on your soft skin. 

“Prove me wrong, baby. Prove me so fucking wrong-” Aegon groaned and moaned desperately, his grip remained firm as he tried desperately to shove you down deeper into his body. 

Instantly, you felt your pulsating cunt drench his swollen, soft belly as you pleasantly cried out, moaning Aegon’s name like a banshee in the night. His cock beneath you twitched in response, some moistness had brewed and seeped beneath its place, for it seemed Aegon was just as close to pumping, making a mess of himself. Although, as surprisingly swift as he could be for his size, Aegon thoroughly knew his way around your body, despite the changes to his own. His pants already undone from before, he could easily lift you up momentarily, pulling it down further enough for his bare cock to protrude through, aggressively shoving himself into you as you now remained atop. His thick cum coating your inner walls, as his veiny, fat cock grazed over your sweet spot, whilst your walls clenched on his thick cock. 

“Fuck, baby-” He subtly mouthed,  as he prompted himself further up, although his belly innately blocking his way, as he tried to lean over towards your own feeble body. The pace of your breathing now in sync with his, as your heated bodies lunged over towards one another for support, he held your weak self in his bulky arms, Aegon’s dense cock still remained inside of you, its strong pulse echoing from within your walls. 

“Satisfied, yet?” You helplessly pant, as you reluctantly pull yourself out of Aegon, repositioning yourself laying, nestled by his side. 

“I guess I should hold back on training for a little while longer, I wouldn't want to lose this figure, if that’s what I’ll be expecting, dear wife.”

[ackerfics]

just say it, ditto: eren jaeger

— i got nothing to lose, i keep falling for you; ra ta ta ta, there goes my heart.

eren jaeger x female reader

summary: each note eren's heart sings is about you. it's only a matter of time yours sing about him, too.

word count: 6.8k

notes: i am proud to say that this is my comeback in posting full fics here. now watch me never posting one after months. jk. but still, i'm rusty when writing longer fics so i hope you enjoy this one! treat this as a gift for being one of the 2,000 people who made this blog possible <3 + it's pretty obvious newjeans is my favorite kpop group rn oop

— You’ve long since given up on relationships.

How many partners has it been since the start of university? With how that sounds, one will think that you’ve been breaking hearts around Paradis University; notorious for being a heartless individual with no value for the depth of emotions. That assumption rings false. One hand can sum up everything romantic you’ve experienced but these relationships felt longer than the time span they actually had that you’ve lost count of them. Everything becomes hazy to a point that everything morphs into a misty film reel, unlike the rose-colored lens you’ve always seen the world with even without the pretense of falling in with someone. You’re not one to be desperate for this fickle thing called love but every once in a while, you crave blanketing words that make you see flowers, unbridled laughter amidst piles of note revisions and readings, and hugs that feel like a warm cup of coffee in a chilly night of loneliness.

Your relationships always end in the same way — they couldn’t handle the way that you see and do things; the way you have to be the last one to have the say in an argument, how you should be left alone when you’re too immersed in finishing your tasks, or when you have the tendency to be absent despite being there for them (if that makes any sense). They say you’re too focused on your goals (there’s nothing wrong with trying to finish college just to be in one of the country’s best medical schools) or you’re too snarky and blunt for them to handle (you have a bad day when this happens).

So, you just let them go. Let them win.

It’s not that you’re tired of those repeating circles of words but because they’re right. You’ve been too snarky, picky when you’re eating something, focused on your future, never clingy for someone to be called a significant other — you just don’t have the strength to continue having those relationships even though you’ve seen the world in pink when you’re with them.

The break-ups all end on a sour note, like the time you’ve been given a piece of candy without being told it’s the sourest shit on the planet. Maybe that is why you’ve been scared of romance, to begin with — the appearance may seem sweet but you’ve taken a bite, and everything takes a turn for the worse. Yeah, you understand that relationships can have their ups and downs; but when you’ve heard your boyfriend talk to his friends about how you’re so irritating and downright rude most of the time, him crossing the line as he said that this specific girl from the other class is far sexier than you can ever be and that he wants to fuck her instead (coupled with a few explicit crafting of words that disgusted even your most open-minded friends) … You have already dropped the paper bag filled with his favorite food.

That’s just one of the break-ups. God knows how much patience you have for going through much worse.

Besides, you like spending your junior year with fewer worries than the previous years.

But sometimes, you always think of how lonely you are; like what does it feel like to have someone so patient that they assure you they’re always there for you? Or to feel so secure in a relationship that it’s like a warm fireplace, which can go on for so many hours keeping you warm and safe? You swear you don’t want your heart broken again but you still crave that rush love brings to you.

It doesn’t help that you see these things in your best friend.

Eren Jaeger is someone who you completely met by chance back in freshman year, back when you were all about making sure that your marks are pristine and that your parents can have another opportunity in being the proudest that they can get.

You remember him lingering in the doorway of your dorm room, something that you were wary about until he turned around to face you with this comical teary face that didn’t fit in with his overall broody aesthetic. He claimed that Mikasa, his best friend, and practically sister since they grew up together in the same house and your roommate, accidentally took his wallet back to your dorm room. One thing you know about Mikasa in the three weeks you’ve roomed with her is that she sleeps like a bear in hibernation. So, you unlocked the door to your dorm room and told him that there was nothing to worry about because you’d get his wallet and attached keys. That way, he could have his merry way home and he would be a passing face in university. Until he invited you to have dinner with him as thanks.

You accepted since it was free food and you just got out of a three-hour lecture.

The rest is history. It was there you got to know Eren as more than just Mikasa’s childhood friend. He asked you why you picked your major, you asked him how he was faring in his — the night ended with you two exchanging numbers and following each other on your socials.

He’s seen all of your failed relationships. While Mikasa tears up with you and Armin consoles you by rubbing your back, Eren is the embodiment of anger.

He once threatened to storm out of your dorm room to fight your ex after one break-up that had you picking up the broken shards of your self-esteem and confidence. He didn’t even hear Mikasa shouting for him to calm the fuck down but all it took was for you to plead for him to stay and never make a wrong decision.

“Eren, just stay,” your breath hitched with how hard you were crying. The break-up drained you for an entire day. Your ex dared to lay out every wrong and insecurity you felt to make him feel protected — that he would have a better relationship if he went out with the girl he met a few weeks after you two started dating. You look up at Eren, your bottom lip wobbling. “Don’t go out there.”

His entire demeanor softened. Walking to you, he sat on his haunches in front of you, his stare never wavering as he regarded the way your tears made your eyelashes clump together. Why’d you had to be pretty even when crying? He pushed the thought away and clasped the hands wringing the material of your skirt into both of his. The door behind you two closed — an indication that Mikasa gave you two the privacy you both needed, the girl decided to spend the rest of the day with Armin, who was begging to be updated on what was happening to you. Eren was sure the two of them would buy some groceries, anything you prefer, just to make you feel better. They’re awesome like that. Everything blurred into nothing when you’re in his view. You kept silently crying and while he still found you beautiful, he was itching to start a fight with that asshole of an ex you had.

Eren lifted your entwined hands to his lips, kissing them and making time stop. “I’m going to beat him,” he murmured against your knuckles.

You shook your head.

“He made you cry.”

You still shook your head, bowing to curtain your face with your hair.

“I hate it when someone makes you cry.” He gulped down the nervousness clogging his throat. “I fucking hate it when they managed to make the most amazing person fall in love with them and just break her heart after. Sweetheart, you don’t deserve to be treated like this.” The term of endearment flowed from his tongue like it was meant to — natural. “You deserve so much more than this. You deserve…” Was he about to say, me? What the fuck was he thinking? Now, he was the one who shook his head, mainly to dispel the thought from his head. “You know,” his voice was so quiet, “someone is willing to give you the love you deserve and it will take some time to meet them.”

You took your hands from him and he panicked. Did he say something wrong? Synonymous thoughts pulsed through the walls of his head, that was until you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. With the way he was still sitting on his haunches, his face became buried in your chest. It was almost like you were the one comforting him and not the other way around. He should be the one doing the comforting but God damn it, your warmth made him melt in everything that you encompassed — scent, presence, just you and only you.

“I’m tired of finding that love.”

“You have me — us, Mikasa, Armin, and the rest of our friends,” the way he saved himself was pathetic.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“You know I love you, right?”

Damn, there went that squeeze around his heart. He knew the meaning behind those words. You meant it in a more platonic manner because you never once said those three weighty words to your ex-boyfriends. Those who had the luxury to receive the phrase from you were your friends and it sadly included him. He didn’t want to walk around in this position. He wanted to be more. But that would mean you discovering his feelings for you. And yes, they ran deeper than the trenches discovered by mankind. You made him feel that kind of love — the type that gave him butterflies, tornadoes, bonfires, and all the seasons combined. You were the reason why he smiled most of the day, the reason why he looked at everything through a lens that presented all the colors in the spectrum and not just the usual hazy pink. 

“Eren?”

He buried his face deeper in your chest, the song of your heartbeat lulling him. He wished it was faster like the way his own tapped inside him.

“I know.”

He once again masked everything by saying the words back, with more ferocity and affection and intensity than yours did.

“I love you, too.”

That day was the reason why you stopped entering into relationships not worth your time.

You deserve a love that is more than what you seek from forgettable faces.

So, you focus on yourself … and the way Eren makes you question these budding feelings now that junior year rolls around.

“Where did you get this?” Eren asks when he trails his eyes on your hand sitting idly on top of the desk the private study rooms of the library offer.

He’s sitting beside you trying to get some work done before finishing the study session and getting some food from the nearby restaurants in the university town (which is a short walk from the library you both chose). What should be a group session becomes a pair because apparently; Mikasa has to go prepare for her mock trial with the rest of her class, Armin has to finish the pending experiment his group is doing for one of his laboratory classes, Jean has to be a fucking responsible teaching assistant for once in his life, Sasha has to cover some restaurant for her review (the deadline being later at midnight), and Connie has to attend his goldfish’s funeral (he doesn’t have a goldfish; their dorm building doesn’t even allow pets).

You find their excuses plausible except for Connie, bless his soul and his imaginary goldfish. So, now you spend the rest of the free day with Eren in the library, booking one of the study rooms for some well-deserved peace. You’re listening to some of your favorite songs when he speaks, catching his lips moving at the corner of your eyes.

“Hmm?” you hum while pulling down your headphones around your neck.

“This.” The moment he takes your hand in his, your heart starts pacing faster. “Where did you get this?” Eren carefully and softly runs his finger on the spots of red on the skin of two of your fingers. The scars seem fresh because you flinch. “Sorry,” he whispers.

“I didn’t realize I had that until Mikasa pointed it out actually,” you answer him.

He winces. “You don’t have any band-aids?”

You shake your head. “I forgot to buy some.” The way he stares at you makes you pout. “I did forget, Eren.”

“Yeah, yeah, got that.”

You’re about to go back to studying when you feel a pair of lips graze the scars on your hand. Time slows down and you swear you witness the room illuminate. Eren has his eyes closed, his long eyelashes tickling your skin. You forget to breathe when he opens them to give you the sight of his teal irises reflecting your wide-eyed image. His lips are still on your hand, the tingling sensation of his growing smile traveling through your arm and to your chest, warming up every part of your body until you feel your face flare. The gesture is completely new to you.

“There,” Eren says. “Tell me if the pain starts acting up,” he pulls back and leans on his chair, your hand still tenderly cradled on his palm. “I’ll take it away.”

You take your hand from his and hide it from behind the sleeve of your fluffy cardigan. You try to bring back your concentration but all you can think of is the feeling of his lips on your fingers. While you’re berating yourself, you never notice Eren grinning beside you, his heart thankful that your friends ditched you two in this study session.

It’s only when you two walk to your favorite restaurant that you register how annoyingly cheesy all that was.

Today is not your day.

You’re walking in the halls of your department building and even with the flow of liveliness surrounding you, all you hear are muffled noises and the deafening footsteps echoing on the floor. You were doing fine when you entered your first lecture of the day — more than usual it seemed. The friends you made in some of your classes saw how you cackled near tears at some unfunny joke that shouldn’t warrant that much hysterical laughter. Nobody would even suspect that you feel so sucked of all the vibrancy you always carry in the pockets of your jeans after continuous periods of sitting on different-structured chairs and having to participate in some impromptu recitations. You love being in university — you really do. It’s just that there are certain aspects of it and specific time frames that you have to admit how exhausted you are. So, as your friends chatter around you, you keep your head angled to the floor, your hands keeping the laptop case close to your chest.

The conversation unfolding in your presence is interesting but all you can manage are tiny hums of agreement or weak chuckles. The subject switches from enduring another period of recits, to the laboratory reports that needed to be turned in, to how there should be another store in the university town that sells any kind of food, and to who is the reddest flag among your peers. It’s almost like you’re watching shows with your father — always flipping the channel until he finds the one he’s most comfortable with.

Your mind is both empty and running a thousand miles per step. Sleep beckons you in a way that you have no say over. You’re pretty sure Mikasa is going to cook something delectable as always — that’s one thing you’re looking forward to when you go home to your shared apartment. A heavy sigh comes out of your chest, lifting your shoulders from the weight Atlas transferred on you.

Looking at the floor becomes bland and you have to lift your eyes to what’s in front of you.

Right at the end of the hallway, where the building lets the outside light pass through the entrance and exit doors, are Eren and some of his classmates, probably just coming out of a recent class, judging by their sluggish nature. You two share the same department building despite having different majors — him with his pre-med and you with neuroscience. You recognize some of them in the group photos Eren was tagged in on Instagram, like that boy with auburn hair who sneers every time someone so much as breathes within the same space as Eren or that boy with the slicked-back blond hair and army green bomber jacket. And in the middle of the group is one of your best friends, teal eyes hooded with boredom and hair tied up in that effortless bun he likes so much. He doesn’t see you yet and you have the urge to call out to him but you don’t find the energy to. Your social battery is already on the brink of shutting down and guilt starts dripping into your stomach.

Almost like he senses you, Eren meets your eyes.

He stops in the middle of the hallway with his hands in his pockets and eyebrows furrowed. You keep walking with your now curious friends. Who is this guy staring at us? Wait, he’s kinda hot though. Damn it, now I have another crush in this stupid university. You can hear them talking but you see nobody but him, your sneaker-clad feet carrying you closer to him.

With only a few paces separating you from him, he retracts his hands from his pockets and opens his arms with that lax posture of his. His friends are looking at him like he’s crazy but you know what he’s doing.

Your lip wobbles and you let out a shaky breath. You’re walking faster now. Just a couple of steps away.

Eren wraps his arms around you once you reach him.

He threads his fingers through your hair, cradling your head close to his chest, while his other arm secures you to his body, silently pleading for you to never stray far. There’s a pounding in the air, with you not knowing whose heart composes the vivace tune; because right now, you can feel your heart racing despite the calm Eren induces in you.

You two stay like that — suspended at the moment. Nothing in the world matters except for you two. Words aren’t exchanged. The moment Eren sees you walking that way, he instantly knows. You have that connection with him. One look is all it takes for him to swoop in and let you feel that you have someone to lean on as he leans on you. You feel that sentiment in the way he slightly tightens his hold around you, pressing you more so that all you can hear is his breathing and his unsaid thoughts. The scent he carries entangles with yours, similar to how your hearts beat in complement to one another. You bury your face in his chest and he buries his own in your hair. The exhaustion makes your joints creak and your dim world seeps away the longer he softly scratches your scalp with tender strokes.

You nearly cry as his lips seal this moment with a firm kiss on the crown of your head.

“I got you,” Eren whispers to your ears only. “I always got you.”

Shit, there goes your heart.

“Your next lecture is still an hour later, right? Let’s go get some coffee.”

For the first time in months, hope blossoms and you willingly let it fester.

“You okay?” Mikasa asks you as soon as she gets inside your shared apartment. She slides her tote bag from her shoulder, all the while never taking her eyes off you as you stare at nothing in the living room, your revisions and notes scattering the coffee table. “Babes?” The term of endearment is so natural between you and Mikasa but you’re so out of it that you don’t hear her call for you. “[Name].” She taps your nose with the tip of her finger.

“Oh, welcome home,” you greet once you get out of that daze.

Mikasa looks at you a second longer and places her hand on your forehead.

“Mikasa?”

“No signs of fever,” she murmurs, cupping your face in her hands. “You’re not overworking yourself again, are you?” Her voice gains that stern tone. Trust Mikasa to always pull you to the ground whenever you have one of those study sprees, only having coffee for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. “You know it hurts me to see you overworking. Hold on, let me whip up something for you.”

How can you tell her that you’ve been feeling unproductive because of her closest person? Because of that little heartstopping moment earlier, you’ve been in a constant spiral, neglecting your school work even when you already laid out everything in front of you. This isn’t like you at all — you’ve never been distracted because of a guy. You wonder what’s so different now. Eren has hugged you multiple times in the past and you even initiate most of them. So, why are you starting to sift through your memories with him and watching them in these pink-hazed 3D glasses? Every smile, every laugh, every eye contact that has you feeling like you’re the only person in the world for him … or just the way he makes your day better just by being there. You remember all the times he was about to storm across the cafeteria upon seeing one of your exes and the anger he embodied when he thinks of the way you’re always hurt.

This is bad — you’re seeing him differently after that hug and impromptu cafe hang-out.

The weight of that realization makes your heart race in a completely new tune, much clearer and melodic than the times you thought you experienced love in one of its forms.

“Mikasa.”

“Hmm?”

You can hear a pan sizzling from the kitchen. You remain looking at the coffee table, right at your phone lighting up with a notification, showing the world your wallpaper. Eren changed it to a picture of you two for fun. He was kissing your cheek, with you captured in a beautiful candid shot. You were laughing at the tickling sensation coming from his lips smiling against your skin. You never changed it. Mikasa chuckled to herself the first time she saw it. You could almost hear her say ‘idiots’ under her breath.

“Am I allowed to feel love again?”

You can sense your roommate turn around. It’s silent until she speaks in a clear voice, “You’re always allowed to feel love, [Nickname].”

“But what if I ruin it?”

Mikasa purses her lips. “You have never ruined anything. You might have small faults in those relationships but if your exes appreciated you just like they claimed, you wouldn’t hurt like this.” You’re still quiet and Mikasa thoughtfully turns back to make you a proper meal while continuing, “It’s okay to be afraid, [Nickname]. Falling in love is always a risk but it’s not good if you prevent it from happening. If that right someone comes, the jump you took to follow your feelings will be worth it in the end. It might cost you more heartbreaks along the way but everything will be amazing when that person is by your side.”

“And if I think I found him?”

The sound of Mikasa’s spatula stops, and the sizzle of the onions, garlic, and other vegetables persists through this pause. You take a peek at your roommate from behind the curtain of your hair, her back rigid and her hand holding the spatula hovering over the pan. “Miki?”

The girl shakes her head. “I’m sorry, I just remembered something,” she hastily tells you before swiveling to face you. Mikasa only displays emotions around certain people and you wish you could laugh at the disbelieving yet confused face she gives you right now. “You found him? And you think he’s the right someone for you?” She makes sure she doesn’t sound that skeptical to not hurt you anymore but she can’t help but feel like she’s been missing out on this recent development in your life. You've been roommates since freshman year and every time you fall in love, Mikasa is a witness to it, but not this one. This is a shock for her.

You nod at her, choosing not to use your voice this time

“Do I know this person?”

Your heart makes a flip in your chest. “Why do you ask?”

She shrugs. “Just checking. You know, to make sure. So, tell me about this lucky guy.”

“He … wears his heart on his sleeve.” A small smile tugs at your lips. “Even though that’s considered a weakness by some people, he manages to come this far by doing that. It’s one of the many things I adore about him.” You laugh a little. “He’s a little reckless most of the time. Oh, and he’s so brazen and sometimes broody, too. Those are some of the reasons why he gets into arguments with our friends. But even with all of that, he’s so attentive. The thing about people who wear their hearts on their sleeves is that they know when someone needs solace. He does that all the time and even without saying anything, my day just gets better with one hug from him.” You gain a blue blanket over yourself. “I just wish that I can give him the affection and care he’s always giving me. I know I’m bad at giving but … I’m willing to try for him.”

You look up and you feel your face heat up when you see Mikasa gawking at you. You watch as her face morphs into a rare smile that reaches her eyes. If you squint, you can see her holding back her squeal.

“And for that, I’m making this even more delicious just for you!”

And before you can call out to her, she’s going back and forth in the kitchen like a madwoman. Bewilderment is an understatement. One will think that Mikasa is the person falling in love inside this apartment and not you. A puff of laughter comes out of your lips, endeared by the sight of your best friend slash roommate being this ecstatic at the possibility of you in a stable and healthy development of feelings. You perch your chin on your propped elbow. Maybe you should hit up her favorite restaurant in the university town as a token of your gratitude, one that stems from three years of bonding.

“Confess to her.”

“Well, good-fucking-morning to you, too, Mikasa.”

It’s six in the morning on a Saturday. Eren deserves a full ten-hour cycle of sleep after that horrifying week he just survived. 

“Oh, did I wake you up?”

Eren pulls away his phone from his ear and glares at it, hoping that the girl on the other side of the call picks up on this ominous atmosphere he‘s starting to create. “What do you think?” He spits, particularly snappy at anyone, even the person he grew up with, for disrupting his previously-earned slumber (for once in university, he finally has the chance to enjoy sleep without worrying over deadlines). He internally cries when he feels the last tendrils of drowsiness seep out of his skin and onto the open windows letting in a new dawn. He wants to go back to sleep but with Mikasa’s call, he pitifully kisses that goodbye.

“Sorry.” She doesn’t sound sorry.

“You don’t sound sorry,” Eren grumbles. “Why’d you call?”

A maniacal giggle tickles his ear, sending a shiver of fear down his spine.

“What the fuck—?”

“I have news.”

“Really?” He incredulously exclaims. “At six in the morning? Can’t you wait until like, what, later at noon to tell me? You know it’s my day off right now.”

“It’s about [Name].”

That catches Eren’s attention and he nearly throws himself off the bed.

“What?” He hastily stands up and fumbles to his closet for some decent clothing. “Is she alright? Is she hurt? Where is she right now? Does she need me to pick her up?” Silence is his answer. Eren again looks at his phone before putting it right next to his ear. “Mikasa? You still there?”

“Eren.”

“Yeah?”

“You have to confess to her.”

“What?”

He can feel Mikasa roll her eyes. “It’s just like I said. Confess.”

Eren slowly takes a few steps back until his knees hit the mattress, letting him on the plush mattress. “What brought this on?” It’s not the first time his best friend tells him to pour all his well-kept emotions into you, the reason for his giddy smiles and sweet nights. Just thinking of letting you know of this three-year worth of feelings makes his heart beat faster. What if you reject him? He’s seen you swerve from any romantic advances a person sends your way, he’s seen you cry over assholes who thought it was best to play with you, and he’s seen you content with this relationship you have with him. Eren sighs out a breath tainted with the scent of the yellow tulips and pink camellias sprouting in his ribcage. It’s almost pitiful how heavy his sigh is. “And why are you so sure about this?”

“I know things you don’t.”

He scoffs, running his hand through his hair, the wavy brown strands falling over his collarbone. “Look, Meeks,” the nickname is always there when he’s feeling unsure of himself, “I’ve thought about it, okay? But I can’t. I just can’t.”

“Trust me on this one, Eren. Maybe you can even thank me in the future.”

“Mikasa,” he warns.

“Eren, you have nothing to worry about. She said some things to me last night and I think you have a chance. This will be the time you can finally be with her and this will also be the time she can have someone who’s going to wholeheartedly love her in a way that she should be loved. This is your chance—”

Eren tightly closes his eyes at every word Mikasa spews out. His chest is rapidly going up and down until, “I’m scared.”

“What?”

“I’m scared,” he enunciates as if talking to a pesky sibling (which is how she’s acting right now). “I’m fucking terrified, alright?”

He curses when he feels a stinging in his eyes. He’s not about to cry right now — not when Mikasa is on the other side of the phone. He knows how she is when he cries. Eren remembers that one time he bawled his eyes out when his mother decided it would be nice to keep all his games away for one night because he was acting like a brat. Mikasa sneaked into his parents’ room in the middle of the night and successfully took his game from their closet. Thank God his parents weren’t about to give him a baby sibling that night. Nonetheless, Mikasa’s protective instincts for her friends flare when they cry. She does that with him, Armin, and especially you. You’ve practically replaced Eren as her top priority. So, right now, Eren hopes Mikasa doesn’t hear the wobble in his voice but that’s highly unlikely.

He continues, “[Name] swore off relationships after her last heartbreak during sophomore year. I’m not about to go up to her and tell her ‘Hey, I’ve been crushing on you so so bad since we were freshmen and I know you probably see me as a friend but how about that date? You look lovely by the way’. It’s not that easy, Meeks. I … freeze when those words come up.” And when you look at him with those eyes he dreams about waking up to every morning — curved like crescents with genuine happiness and love for him, Eren’s a goner. You have that effect on him. Time slows and everything dissolves into nothing when you’ve only done one thing, and that’s smiling at him. God, he’s so in love with you that the thorns are starting to sprout with the flowers. “It’s pathetic.”

With the pause on the other side of the call, Eren would think that Mikasa drops it.

“Mikasa?”

“... She’s ready to love again, Eren, and she’s ready to do it with you in the picture.”

A goddess of time, that’s what you are, because, at those words, Eren’s entire world stops.

“I won’t say exactly what she said because that would mean telling on her but,” Eren hears a smile on Mikasa’s voice, “she told me she found the right someone for her and I think, scratch that, I know it’s you, Eren. So, take the risk and confess to her, you idiot.”

“Do you think she’d accept it? My confession?”

“I’m confident that she will.”

The moment Mikasa hangs up to cook you some breakfast, Eren is already out the door.

You’re in the process of placing things in your school bag for your study session in the nearest library when the doorbell rings.

Mikasa is in the kitchen cooking up a storm, something about giving you a bento box for your grueling revisions so that you won’t have to spend a couple of dollars for a cafeteria ticket, so you’re the one closest to the front door. You leave your bag and belongings on the couch, thinking that maybe Sasha wants to join you and Mikasa for some early breakfast. But then, the girl wakes up in the middle of the day during weekends. You now wonder who’s incessantly pressing the doorbell like they’re a kid in the Halloween season begging for the owner of the house for some free candy that they will neglect after a day. You refrain from grumbling out profanities and quickly open the door without a word. The irritated cloud hanging over your head clears at the sight in front of you. It’s replaced with warmth and a soft tune emanating from your chest.

Eren looks like he’s run a marathon, hands on his knees and hunching on his back to catch his breath.

“Eren, what are you doing here?” You ask him, looking back over your shoulder to check on Mikasa. You turn back to him once you see her preoccupied with cooking. “Come in. I’ll get you some water.”

“No,” he straightens his posture, “I’m alright.” He takes a couple of deep breaths, almost like he’s trying to gather courage. You never take your eyes off him. You’ve seen him with unbound hair; but seeing it after admitting to yourself that you’re having feelings for him, it’s not exactly kind to your heart. The glow of the early sun illuminating the window at the end of the hallway creates this illusion of a halo around his head. With the smile on his face, the one that crinkles the corners of his eyes and lets his little dimple peek through, you can’t help but think that he’s here to conduct this song beating inside your chest. You only blink when he sheepishly scratches his nape and says, “Can you come out here for a sec?”

You’re about to peek at Mikasa when he adds, “Please?”

His eyes flicker behind you but he tenderly wraps his hand around your wrist before you can even turn your head and pulls you out of the doorway.

“Eren, what is this about—?”

“I’m in love with you.”

Your heart is beating a song and each note is about Eren Jaeger.

“And I have for quite some time. Since freshman year exactly. I’m so fucking in love with you that you’re the first thought I have in the morning and the memory I replay in my mind to sleep at night. You consume me, [Name], and God, I don’t know what I’d do if you start searching for love again. I don’t want you to find the one you’re looking for in someone that’s not me. Call me selfish but I decided that I'd gladly be that just to tell you my feelings. I don’t want to make a regret that will haunt me my whole life onward so, here I am, telling you how much I love you and I don’t want you with somebody else.” He’s breathing heavily again. “Woo, that feels so good to let out,” Eren murmurs under his breath, his head tilted back to blink away any sheen of tears.

Now that he’s said his piece, it’s your turn.

You can’t comprehend looking for any shed of love since you started university when it’s right in front of you — holding your hand when you cross the street, attentively listening to you as you ramble about your newest hyper fixation of the week, hugging you in the middle of the hallway when you have a bad day, kissing the scars you’re unaware of having, giving you the love and appreciation you deserve above all else … love has always been in the form of Eren, one of your best friends. You regret never seeing it come to light sooner. You place the palm of your hand over your trembling mouth. His expression wilts when he sees your teary state. They finally trickle down your cheeks as his large hands cup your face in a hold that says you’re more fragile than a lone bubble drifting in the air. 

“Hey,” Eren breathes, his head ducking to meet your eyes. “Don’t cry. It pains me to see you cry.”

“But you—”

“It’s the truth. But if you feel like it’s making you sad, I’m taking it back.”

“No!” You cover his hands with yours. He blinks in surprise. “I’m just so happy, Eren.” You let out a watery laugh in between his palms.

Eren feels his breath taken away. “What?”

You nod with a large smile. “I’m happy you said those words. I,” you choke up; you haven’t received this intense of a confession in your lifetime, “because I—” he looks so expectant that a little laugh bubbles in your throat. You lean into his touch and beam the most radiant smile you ever give someone, “I’m starting to fall in love with you.” At his stunned silence, you continue. “And I’m sorry for being so late at reciprocating, but don’t worry because I’m saying it back now, Ren.”

Eren explodes, “Fuck yes!”

And then, he hugs you close, letting you hear the tumultuous beat his heart is telling you. His laughter beckons yours to bubble from your chest, molding together harmoniously as the sun fully waves her greeting to the world. He blankets you in one of his embraces, but this time, he’s taking this chance to pull you closer than usual. Eren is this happy to know you are accepting his confession and returning his feelings, how much more if you’re going to build a slow romantic relationship with him? You’re not going to lie, the thought of you and him being each other’s partners spurs spring to grow inside your chest. You place your forehead on his chest for a moment, only pulling away when he once again cups your face in his palms. The melodic laughter coming from you sings its notes with every kiss Eren gently presses on every inch of skin his lips can find. Your forehead, temples, cheeks, eyelids, nose, the corners of your mouth — and all of them tickle each butterfly tingling your stomach. 

He only pauses when he’s in front of your lips. You open your eyes to find Eren staring at you with the immutable essence of love within his limbal rings. His pupils cover the majority of his iris until only a tiny ring of emerald peeks through. Your reflection is clear enough to see your wide-eyed expression. You expect him to kiss you breathlessly, erasing every thought in your brain so early in the morning, but instead, he nuzzles his nose against yours, all the while maintaining eye contact.

“We’ll take this slow, okay?” Eren whispers only for you to hear, not even the potted plant idly sitting by your apartment’s door can listen in. “I know you’re tentative but I’m willing to be patient. I will wait for you no matter how long it takes like I’ve waited three years for you to finally see me differently. And you don’t have to worry because, sunshine, I’m always here to catch you, to care for you, to love you with everything I have. So, are you willing to give me a chance?”

You hum, wrapping your arms around his neck. You nod, “Yeah. If it’s you, I’m ready to give romance a chance again, pretty boy.”

His grin can make a thousand moons shine.

“We have nothing to lose.”

“Yeah.”

“I finally have you with me.”

“I’m now with you, Ren.”

“God, sunshine, I’m so in love with you.”

"And I'm falling for you, pretty boy."

[readingwiththereids]

yanda! speaks: hello my pretties! as promised, here is chapter 2! again, minimal carm so i’m sorry but we do get to see camila interact with the rest of the gang <3 hope you like it, don’t forget to like and reblog! lots of love and light 🤎

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night rain ; chapter 2

2022

Emilia was hyper and extremely difficult to tire out. Even after a two-hour trip to the park filled with nonstop monkey bars and swings, the young girl still always had another activity in mind for her and her mother to do. And that was why Camila was currently trying to stop Emilia from jumping from couch to chair and cracking her head open as they played “pirates”.

“Emmy, I swear to God if you jump, I won’t make you pudding for a week.” Camila yelled as she eyed her daughter sternly.

As the toddler huffed and sat down on the arm of the couch, a muffled ringtone sounded from under the pile of toys on the living room floor prompting Cam to rush to answer. It was Tina.

“Mami? ¿Qué pasó?” [What happened?]

“Why would you assume something happened, Camila? What if I just wanted to hear your voice?”

“Because when I tried to call you during the day last week you told me to, and I quote, ‘hop off your dick’.”

“Okay but that was different, I actually want something from you now.”

“So you do need something.” Camila chuckled into the speaker.

“Yes. Yes, whatever, God you’re just as bad as the new girl.”

“Who?” 

“No one. Could you please be my darling daughter and bring me one of my extra clean aprons? Your boyfriend won’t stop yelling at me about it.”

Ignoring the way her mother referred to Carmy, Camila replied watching Emilia start to yawn on the couch, “Are you aware that your darling daughter is also the mother to a two-year-old?” 

“Isn’t it nap time? Just bring her with, she can sleep in the car.”

A pause.

“Will you take care of her on Friday during the gala?” 

^^^^^^^^^

“I’ll be right back.” Camila whispered as she exited and locked her child in the car.

5 minutes. Just 5.

The woman thought as she hesitantly walked through the door of The Beef before being met with almost half a dozen bodies hovering around what seemed to be sandwiches.

“Cam?” 

Marcus spotted her first, immediately walking around the group to engulf her in a huge bear hug. Suddenly everyone was surrounding her. She couldn’t even count how many hugs, kisses on the cheek and pats on the back she received from her chosen family. The commotion obviously summoned the king of noise and ruckus himself, Richie and an unknown girl with multi-coloured braids trailing behind him. 

“As I live and breathe!” Richie’s voice boomed through the front of house.

“Hey, Cousin.” Camila laughed as he picked her up and spun her around.

“Feel like I haven’t seen you in ages, Mini.”

“Likewise,” she said before turning to the girl she had yet to be introduced to. “Camila, nice to meet you.” she smiled.

“Hi! My name’s Sydney, I’m staging today.”

“Awesome, I hope everyone’s made you feel welcome.” 

Angel stepped in, clearing up the confusion on Sydney’s side. “Cam is Tina’s daughter.” 

“And Carmen’s ex-girlfriend.” Ebra loudly whispered.

“Ebraheim, you know you can’t whisper.” Tina rolled her eyes, slapping his arm.

Breaking the awkwardness, Sweeps walked up to Camila with a sandwich in his hand. “Yo, you gotta try this.”

“Holy shit, this is fu-”

“Fucking fire, we know!” Richie groaned. “I don’t know why you all act like Cousin shits out a golden egg every time he makes something, nothing is that good!”

“Well, have you tried it, Richard?” Camila asked.

The scruffy man paused before shaking his head as if that was one of the most absurd questions anyone had ever dared to utter in his presence.

“Exactly,” Cam continued. “Also, I’ve seen you eat a slice of pizza off the floor in the middle of Millennium Park, so I’m not entirely sure if your standards are up to code, Rich.”

That statement resulted in many exclaims and expressions of disgust, amusement and pure shock which were all interrupted when the kitchen door slammed open.

“Alright! Everyone stop standing around, we only have an hour left till-”

When Camen looked up from his phone and saw the very reason his employees refused to get back to work, he froze. Believe it or not, this was the first time in three years that he had seen Camila’s face. After she left, she never told him where she went, removed him from all her social media, left some money for him to pay off their apartment and basically disappeared off of the face of the earth. It hit him hard at first but he soon realised that he had to just keep going, keep himself busy, which his career did a fine job at. 

However, it still felt weird seeing her again. Not exactly like reopening an old wound but rather reminding him of one that never really healed, that he’d just forgotten was still hurting.

Due to his train of thought, Carmy failed to notice that the room had almost entirely cleared out, leaving just him and the woman he’d been in love with once (and honestly was still in love with).

“Hi.” he eventually croaked out.

“Hi.” she smiled sadly.

yanda! speaks (again): cam in her bad mom era tbh. like girl why are you leaving your child in the car in the middle of river north?? 🤨

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I was waiting you've been waiting ... MYATB final ep live reaction!

Somehow even later than last night, not only did I work for 6 hours again, I have guests over, but with no further ado let's begin!

first off i am terrified, somehow, even if im sure everything will be fine

STARTING OFF STRONG WITH THE HUAIBAO FANCAM. Does anybody look at first episodes Xiaobao expressions and how much of a genuine happy and warm smile he had, and now it's been SO LONG since we've seen one. Healthy happiness where are you?

Also. If I had a nickel for each time a danmei character falls off a cliff i'd be fucking rich let's BE REAL

lil meowmeow ...

XIAOBAO IS LOOKING FOR THE PENDANT SOMEBODY HOLD ME BACK

IT'S SOMEONE ELSE'S BLOOD XIAOBAO NO WORRIES this is so funny to me

Su Yin it's your turn for some character development come on I believe in you I know you won't disappoint me COME ON

My main question is why make him suffer so much things can be fixed so easily. so easily. oh my god.

Internally I'm also laughing a bit because Su Yin is just saying THIS MAN RUINED YOUR LIFE AND U WANT HIM BACK JUST HOW GOOD WAS THE DICK TELL ME. TELL ME

look at him, moisturized, in his lane, i dont know how the rest of the meme goes but you get it

OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. YOU NEED TWO PEOPLE WITH STRONG INTERNAL FORCES. OH MY G O D u mean to tell me both Huai'en and Su Yin need to help him, this makes my ot3 mind go insane. This is beautiful, thank you Que Siming, again, he fixes everything, he is insane

NNNNNNNNNNnNnNnim goinG INSANEEEEE SIMING'S LIL be careful TO JINBAOOOOOOOOOOOOO STOPPPPPP IM SO SOFTTTTTTTT WEEPS WEEPS WEEEEEEEEEEEEEPS.

A few words for Xiaobao in this scene because holy shit. My boy is wholly desperate he'd do anything just to let Huai'en live, his feelings have been a mess for so long but he still finds it in himself to care about him so deeply he's better than any of us

This entire drama has been either of them in bed suffering and the other watching over, beautiful

holy fucking shit they FINALLY kissed. I'm going insane. THEIR HANDS!! THEYRE SO SOFT. Huai'en looks so cute after being kissed, they're so I'm so insane. my children.

i love my sick wife (literally either of them)

THEIR LITTLE SMILESSSS THEYRE SO SOFT AND VULNERABLE I WILL CRY

"swear to god if u and i become like this i give you permission to kill me" the most homophobic gay ever

I think he might really be one of my favourite characters I swear. Give an award to his actor. he is so disgusted by everything I love him

OH WOW OKAY. BATH TIME? Oh my god Su Yin and Huai'en. Here we go. My immediate response is "just kiss about it" but I don't think they will. Their tension would bleed out so easily

OOOO ZHAOCAI'S A MEANIEEEEEEEEEE

huaibao: having a small moment. Su Yin: THIS AINT ABOUT YOU!! i love them all, good god, he is hilarious, his jealousy is visible from three hundred miles

The healing process is so interesting to watch, I could just stare at them work for hours

WHY IS THIS GUY STILL HERE. WHAT. Thats a lot of food for a prisoner. TELL HIM LI GONGXIANG. HE IS SO AWESOME. God I ucking hate this guy.WHY ARE THEY LEAVING HIS CELL DOOR OPEN

HAPPY LITTLE THINGS

"Who am I to be mad at you?" I KNEW ITTTTTT I KNEW YOU'D CAVE SU YIN I LOVE U. WOOOOOOOOO

Heeeeeeeeere comes the cocklockkkk

MY TRIO OF WONDERS TWT <3 MAN the best dumbass trio ever

this is so fucking funny those two are lounging and there the others go being dramatic

im going to cry over su yin and xiaobao's bond again? yes. i am.

Thank u for calling that man a freak xiaobao

SHAOYU?? also this is the first time I see some actual help for starving people, that's a nice touch.

That was the stupidest interaction ever thank you shaoyu

oh he knows. he knows.

XIAOYU EXTERIOR DESIGN PASSION

THE SHADOWS MOVED IN WITH THEM ZHAOCAI NO LONGER ALONE. Also the matching headpieces!

THEY SAVED HIM TWT SHADOWS MY BELOVEDSSSSS

HUAI'EN IS SO HAPPY ABOUT BEING HIS WIFE

xiaoyu istg- HFAHAHAHA SHES DOING IT ON PURPOS. WE'RE ALL LAUGHING AT THEM LIKE ZHAOCAI

PLEASE IM NEARLY CRYINGNFDSAJAHAHAH

HE CANNOT BE JEALOUS ABOUT SU YIN AFTER HE PROPOSED FSJ

NOOOOOOOO WDYM THATS IT??????? NOOOOOOOOO THEY BARELY GOT USED TO EACH OTHERS SMILE. AND NOW IT'S OVER TWT NOOOOOO well that was a wild ride

I dont know what it is about danmei novels and NOT SHOWING ME THEIR WEDDINGS!!! I WANT TO SEE THEM!!

Anyway. WE REACHED THE END. WOW. Insane. Incredible work to all who worked hard to give us our first uncensored Chinese bl, may it pave the path to many more! I had fun waiting for episodes each week, hadn't felt this elated in a long time. I'm sad I cannot look forward to more, but I might get inspired and create some art or fics for this series, who knows owo the actors are too pretty to pass on.

I'm extremely glad we got that Su Yin acceptance arc I have been mentioning, Shaoyu hasn't gotten more bearable but ig he has to mature yet. Xiaoyu was an icon all episode, I must admit, Zhaocai has found his new partner in crime. I also dearly missed Jinbao and Siming as soon as they left :( their energies were something stupendous. I also liked that Huai'en did not go back to see his foster father, he didn't give him the fucking satisfaction. As it should be.

I'm not smart enough to make much more introspection so I think this is where I'll leave it! Come talk to me if you too have nobody to discuss this series with lmao, askbox is always open. Time for a deepdive into the tag now. I hope I see more of this soon!

A big pat on the back to all those of us who suffered to this day. WORTH IT WORTH IT.

HAVE A GOOD NIGHT

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Absolute Silence Pt. 3

Part One | Part Two

This is the last part of this instalment. I was going to originally shove this idea into part two, but I figured I would leave it as it's own little part. I can't wait to start writing again, and I can't wait for y'all to read what I have to write!

Masterlist

Pairing: Austin Butler x Deaf!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Some information regarding cochlear implants may be wrong. Spelling and Grammatical Errors most likely.

Word Count: 2.1k

After the Cannes Festival, it seemed as if everything went crazy. You went from premier to premier, and you watched the film several times at this point. However, you weren’t complaining. It was a great movie, and you were very happy to support your boyfriend. Plus, you loved the opportunity to visit new cities and countries. Not to mention, seeing Austin all dressed up. That was the real gift in the end. 

The only downside was the press. Every magazine and online article basically called you the rudest person ever! This was because you didn’t pay them any attention or mind. They would call out to you, only for you to ignore them. Oh boy oh boy, if only they knew you were deaf. They would be shut down immediately. 

You didn’t try to let it get to you. It was bound to happen. Dating the star that blew up worldwide for his newest work. People were jealous. People were angry that you had him and they didn’t. They would try and find dirt on you. Hell, they would even start these made-up crack stories about you. 

All of that didn’t matter. All that did matter was Austin and your being. Austin saw the real you. He knows the real you and any of these fake articles will not change his mind about you. Even if you would tell him they didn’t bother you, deep down he knew… deep down you knew that they did. 

“Hey, you ready to go?” Austin asked as he walked into your shared bedroom. You looked up from your phone and looked at Austin.

“I don’t think I’m going to go,” you stated. Austin looked at you confused. You had joined him on every premier up to this point. It was just that everything was hitting you and you didn’t want to do it anymore. You wanted to support him, yes…. But people gave you disgusted looks now. His cast mates gave you disgusted looks. He was the only one who didn’t. 

“Is everything okay?” He asked as he walked over. He sat on the edge of the bed and placed his hand on your leg. 

“I just don’t want to be the girl that ignores people… The mean one.” You admitted to him.

“You aren’t ignoring them dalrin’. They just don’t know that you’re deaf.” he explained. You let out a sigh and shook your head. It didn’t matter if they knew you were or weren’t deaf.

“I just… I’m not up for it right now. Maybe next time?” Austin nodded in defeat and leaned down to lay a kiss on your head. You smiled and leaned up to kiss him. “I’ll see you later superstar.” You whispered.

“I’m going to be texting you the whole time,” Austin admitted to you. You rolled your eyes lightly at him and smacked his arm. 

“I don’t think your agent will like that.” You chuckled lightly.

“Maybe not but,” he shrugged. “I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, I love you.” You said gently, a small smile on your face.

“I love you too.” He responded and straightened himself up. 

“Oh! Can you put this up on the fridge? I think I just want a silent night.” You asked him as you took off your cochlear. Austin smiled and took the device and gave you the symbol for I love you. You smiled and watched as he left the room. 

You looked down at your phone and took note of the time and sighed. Elvis was a long enough movie as it was, but he might not be home for three or four hours. You could take a nap… you could watch a movie. Or…. 

You pulled up your mother’s contact name on FaceTime and called her. Your mother has helped you through so much, and you knew she would help you through this. As you watched her appear on your screen you smiled.

You perked your phone up and gave her a wave and quickly told her you weren’t wearing your implant. She frowned at this information and imminently knew something was up. 

“What’s wrong honey?” She asked you after she propped up her phone on something. Probably some old books she had lying around the house. 

“Have you seen the articles? They’re calling me the rudest person alive!” You explained to her. 

“Why would they do that? You’re the nicest person that has ever graced Earth.” She tried to lift your mood. 

“Because I don’t notice when they talk to me. So, they call me the rudest person because I ignore them.” You explained further. You should see your mother just get upset over the whole situation. It wasn’t new to her though. 

“Have you talked to Austin about this?” She then asked. 

“I just talked to him about it. He told me not to worry about it.” 

“Then I think you shouldn’t worry about it. They are the ones being rude. They are assuming you are ignoring them. However, the reality is they don’t know you’re deaf.” She sided with Austin. You let out a sigh and looked down at your lap. Both she and Austin were right. You shouldn’t make a big deal out of this. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Austin!” Olivia called out to him once she saw him. She was especially happy when she noticed you weren’t next to him. Austin spotted his costar and smiled.

“Hey Olivia. You look great,” he complimented her dress. She smiled at his words and did a quick spin.

“Why thank you. You’re looking rather dashing.” Olivia complimented back. Austin nodded as a thank you. “No girlfriend today?”

“No, she’s been reading those articles and she just wasn’t in the mood to come out,” Austin answered.

“Ah, I’m sorry to hear that. At least we could get some pictures now.” She smiled brightly. Austin nodded slowly and just kind of went with the flow. He followed his agent and stopped when needed. 

“Austin! Can we get a few words?” Someone with a microphone asked. Austin looked at his agent for an answer, who responded with a nod. Austin walked over to the guy with a smile. 

“Austin Butler, I only heard great things about this movie.” The guy complimented him.

“Thank you,” Austin chuckled lightly, “but all I did was act. There was a huge team of people behind me that really made it the way it is.”

“I bet things got a bit overwhelming as well. You had big shoes to fill. Do you feel as if you did a good job?” The interviewer questioned. Austin thought about it for a bit. He could never become Elvis no matter how hard he worked. 

“At some moments I thought I did good, but there were other moments when I was like… I should have done that differently, but my girlfriend always reassured me that I was doing the best I could.” Austin smiled at the thought of you. He really wished you were by his side right now. 

“Yes, your girlfriend! I’m sure you’ve seen the nasty articles about her. It’s a real shame that anyone will do anything for the press.” He in a way apologized. 

“It’s all just made up. My girlfriend is completely deaf and she won’t know if you’re talking to her unless you're face to face. So, in reality, the ones who started this rude statement are going to get it.” Austin explained to him. Unbeknownst to him, Olivia was doing her own interview. 

“I met her the first time at the Cannes film festival and she was just so rude to me. I was talking to her, and she just completely ignored me. I’ve never met someone that rude before.” Olivia spoke about you. 

“It was just she was purposely ignoring you.” The female interviewer said. Olivia nodded in agreement. 

“That they are. I don’t see her with you tonight. Send her my best wishes.” He smiled at Austin and thanked him for taking time out of his day to talk to him. Austin gave him a wave and went on his way. 

Once they all got into the building Austin went his own way. He didn’t really want to sit through the whole movie again. There was just something about watching himself. As he described to the interviewer, he often would find ways he could’ve done something else. When you were next to him, you always praised him. 

He grabbed out his phone and started to text you. He wished you were right by his side, but he knew why you wanted to stay home. If only he could stay home as well. In fact, he wanted this whole tour thing to be over. He just wanted to relax. He wanted to lay in bed and be with you.

Back at home, or your temporary hotel room, you lay cuddled up in bed. The tv was playing in front of you and you felt the vibration of your phone. You picked up your phone and saw a text from Austin. You smiled and immediately went to text him back.

Austin 1:24 | I really wish you were here… I miss you so much :(

Y/n 1:25 | I miss you tooo :( Wish the movie would end soon. I can’t wait any longer till we can cuddle. 

Austin 1:30 | If I could I would sneak back right now, but I have to be here for the credits.

Y/n 1:31 | I know, it sucks >:I Y/n 1:32 | Did you see Olivia’s interview? She just continued to call me rude and everything. Saying I was purposely ignoring her… which maybe I was but- I took off my implant. 

Austin 1:34 | Hopefully it will end soon. I did a small interview myself and we were talking about you. I told him you were deaf. Hopefully, people get the damn picture now. 

Y/n 1:35 | God I hope so…

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Before you knew it, you heard the door opening. You sat up in bed and looked around. You looked down at your phone and saw no texts from Austin. You got up from bed and made your way out of the bedroom. As you came around the corner you saw Austin walking in with bags in his hands.

“What did you do?” You asked him confused. Austin just smiled in response and started to pull stuff out of the bags. There was of course food for you two to share, and then the endless amount of snacks and candy. 

“Figured we could have a movie night.” You smiled at him and walked over to him. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face against his chest. How did you deserve this human? God, you were happy you were at the coffee shop. 

You pulled yourself away from the embrace and grabbed your implant off the fridge. You placed it around your ear and connected it. Austin watched every move you made. You looked at him and smiled.

“Let’s have a movie night then.” You said as you grabbed some of the food and walked over to the bedroom.

“I’ll get the plates and napkins,” Austin announced. You let out a quick hum and got the bed ready. When Austin walked into the bedroom with everything he started to change into something more comfortable. 

“I confronted Olivia today,” He said. You turned and looked at him. 

“Yeah? What’d she say?” You asked him as you picked up a fry to eat. 

“She started to deny everything. Said she didn’t know you were deaf.” Austin explained. You looked at him confused. That was a total lie, but it was clear that she was just trying to gaslight him. 

“Her first words to me were… you’re deaf right?” You rolled your eyes. You really thought Olivia was going to be nice. Hell, you thought you two could even be friends, but after her first words to you were that… “I can’t believe she would try and defend herself.”

“Well, the truth is out there. And they will get all the hate they deserve, and that’s all that matters.” Austin said as he climbed into bed. You let out a short hum and nodded.

“Yeah… you’re right.” You smiled softly at him.

“I’m always right,” he cheekily smiled. You rolled your eyes at him and pushed him away lightly. 

“Mhm, sure you are.”

“Always am,” Austin smiled and wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you close to him. “Because I know that I’m in love with you, and that’s the truth.” He whispered. You turned your head to face him and smiled.

“And I’m in love with you.”

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Not Alone

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Clay Masterlist

Warning: angst, swearing, mention of death and suicidal thoughts

Summary: Part 3 of Doesn't Even Matter. Chapter inspired by the song - Lullaby by Nickelback. In your darkest hour, you're offered a friendly hand from one of the most unlikely person in the group.

Staring at the gun in your hands, you take one last gulp from the whiskey bottle as you cocked it. With a finger on the trigger, you exhale one last breathe and raise the barrel to your side temple.

"Time to go..." you breath out, slowly beginning to put pressure on the trigger.

"What-the-fuck?!" you cry out when the gun was suddenly ripped out your hands.

"Roque...?" you frown as he steps in front of you.

*

Well, I know the feeling Of finding yourself stuck out on the ledge And there ain't no healing From cutting yourself with the jagged edge

I'm telling you that, it's never that bad Take it from someone who's been where you're at Laid out on the floor And you're not sure, you can take this anymore

So just give it one more try to a lullaby And turn this up on the radio If you can hear me now I'm reaching out To let you know that you're not alone

And if you can't tell, I'm scared as hell 'Cause I can't get you on the telephone So just close your eyes (close your eyes) Oh, honey, here comes a lullaby Your very own lullaby

"It ain't worth it, Kid..." Roque states frowning at you in displeasure.

"He ain't worth it."

"You know?" you stare at him in shock.

"How?"

"Saw him coming out your room the morning" Roque answers.

"You must think I'm an idiot..." you sigh, dropping your head in defeat.

"Nah, surprised it didn't happen sooner" Roque remarks causing you to snicker.

"Besides, we all knew you've secretly in love him like forever."

"Everyone, except him, you mean..." you scoff out in disgust.

"Clay's always thought with his dick" Roque responds nodding.

"We hoped... I hoped that it would be different with you."

"It wasn't. Started treating me like shit immediately after. He hates me and made it perfectly clear."

"He doesn't hate you" Roque responds.

*

Well, please let me take you Out of the darkness and into the light 'Cause I have faith in you That you're gonna make it through another night

Stop thinking about the easy way out There's no need to go and blow the candle out Because you're not done You're far too young And the best is yet to come

So just give it one more try to a lullaby And turn this up on the radio If you can hear me now I'm reaching out To let you know that you're not alone

And if you can't tell, I'm scared as hell 'Cause I can't get you on the telephone So just close your eyes (close your eyes) Oh, honey, here comes a lullaby Your very own lullaby

"He bluntly told me that he wished I had been on that chopper when it went down!"

"He didn't mean it" Roque attempts to reassure you.

"For fucks sake, Roque! He meant every word he said!" you whimper out as tears begin to form in your eyes.

"We both know he did!"

"Clay's an asshole, that I will admit... but I don't believe he wants you dead."

"Doesn't matter in any case" you take another gulp from the whiskey bottle, whipping the back of your hand across your mouth.

"I'm done. So, either you hand me back that gun or do it for me."

"No, you're not" Roque shakes his head, making sure to keep the gun out of reach.

"You still have your whole life ahead of you."

"What life?" you snort, taking another gulp from the bottle.

"We're dead, in case you forgotten. Didn't even have anyone to receive my flag."

"Kid..." Roque sighs, staring at you in pity.

You shrug at his response.

"Dead already, this just makes it the truth."

"You ain't ending your story like this" Roque states.

"Not on my watch."

"Then hand me back the gun and walk away, Old Man" you respond, reaching your hand out for it.

*

Well, everybody's hit the bottom Everybody's been forgotten When everybody's tired of being alone Yeah, everybody's been abandoned And left a little empty handed So, if you're out there barely hanging on

Just give it one more try to a lullaby And turn this up on the radio If you can hear me now I'm reaching out To let you know that you're not alone

And if you can't tell, I'm scared as hell 'Cause I can't get you on the telephone So just close your eyes (close your eyes)

Oh, honey, here comes a lullaby Your very own lullaby Oh, honey, here comes a lullaby Your very own lullaby

Roque stare at it in his hand silently for a moment, then back up at you.

"I'm gonna offer you something and I hope to God, you take it."

You silently frown at Roque's remark, sitting up straight to listen to what he had to say.

"How'd you like to start over? Brand new life, wherever, however you like, with none of this crap. Most of all, no Clay."

Curious of what Roque was getting at, you place the whiskey bottle on the ground.

"I'm listening..."

"I have a plan" Roque explains.

"One that'll get us our freedom back and involves enough money to start a completely new life far away from Clay's shitty ideas. You in?"

"You had me at, money and away from Clay" you state nodding in agreement.

Roque smirks at your response.

"Ok, here's the plan..." 

NXT

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What drew your Tavs to their love interests? Was there an instant connection between them, or was it more of a gradual build-up? What's their favorite things about their respective LIs?

Thank you so much for the ask!! (I swear I'm working on the tents one I just need to actually draw them 😭)

Andis got smacked directly in the face by Cupid watching Wyll's introduction, and Karlach with her golden retriever energy had him at hello. He was immediately drawn to both of their genuineness and sense of fun. Also watching Wyll with the tiefling kids made him swoon. However he does kind of have a crush on everyone new he meets and assumed it would just go away with time so he didn't really make a move beyond his normal platonic affection. His favorite thing about Wyll is his love of a dramatic flair and his unfailingly good heart. His favorite thing about Karlach is her sunny disposition and her love of trying new things. They also all really like dancing and music and that's something they bond over (no I don't have a ballroom dancing thing whatever do you mean,,,) He just loves them so much you guys <- projecting

Salix. Okay salixstarion is really interesting to me because for the majority of their relationship (act 1-mid act 2 at which point they break up) they go through varying degrees of hatred, contempt, and disgust for each other and for their situation. The thing that drew her to him is the fact that he's an elf, meaning she can't use her siren song on him and therefore he poses a serious threat to her safety within the group. The best way I'd describe their arrangement is, they're both playing the exact same game of 5d manipulation chess but they both hate it too much to realize the other person also hates it. Their relationship improves a lot after they break up in act 2 and by the end of the game she's started to develop a genuine crush on him, and him on her, which they then proceed to never address even though they're adventuring together post-game.

Ren and Gale clicked pretty quickly I think. They got talking to him at first because they recognized him as having been their classmate at wizard school, and then continued because of their shared love of their respective crafts. They adore it when he teaches them things about magic and just things in general because they love learning and he's one of the only people who's ever really treated them like they deserve to be taught, if that makes sense. They could spend hours listening to him talk. Ren also loves his artistry when working with the Weave, it reflects their own passion towards the more artistic and beautiful side of their work as an artificer. And he's such a genuinely good and kind person it's hard for them not to fall in love. He's perfect for them is what I'm saying

...I haven't decided who Monty's romancing yet-- I'm just gonna go with whoever tries to fuck him first because that's what's most in character lol. I think his endgame romance is Wyll because uh. Gwaincelot brainworms. My interpretation of it is he'd flirt with Wyll right off the bat, get rejected, drop the subject because he didn't care that much anyway, sleep around with whoever else, and then realize oh fuck I actually genuinely like him what the hell do I do!!! And then they get together sometime during act 3 and are ridiculously cute. I think he does have a brief fling with Gale during the sleep around phase but it's very much no-strings-attached. I really don't think he'd work out with Gale in the long-term. Wyll however I can see being perfect for him.

Cesair isn't romancing anyone I don't think because he's still not over his ex and also this is a playthrough with a dear friend of mine and I won't subject it to that (hi @otherworldlyjukebox ily). But I can see him with Gale, Astarion, or Minthara - he'd definitely end up ascending both of the boys but he'd be so chill with it afterwards. He's used to being subservient so he wouldn't see anything wrong with being Gale's Chosen or Astarion's Consort. There also are the narrative parallels between him and Gale and having had really imbalanced power dynamics in their past relationships. His moral code is really fucky so I could also see him raiding the Grove and recruiting + romancing Minthara if he was guided to that.

[orchid3a]

poly!yandere!1st gen black dragons x f!reader

tw:yandere, implied abuse, implied isolation, implied kidnapping, implied past punishment, waka and omi being the most terrible human beings, shin and benkei softly gaslighting, non-consensual tattooing, murder mention, reader doesn't have a good time, objectification, marking, cigarette burns, scars, swearing, sexual themes implied

note: poly!yandere!1st gen black dragons has a grip on my stupid brain

no proofreading

comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

english isn't my native language

this is for my beloved @p-antomime <3

based on this post and this post <3

In the dark of your room, or prison as you call it, you lay on the bed. Your body is sore, your throat hurts for how much you screamed a few hours prior, you couldn’t feel anything other than soreness and fatigue.

How many hours passed? Sincerely you don’t care anymore. Even if you try to guess the hour, nothing could change. you would still be there, in that damned room, alone and tired.

On your cheeks there are still traces of your tears, now dried and a symbol of your despair.

You look at the wall trying to receive some kind of comfort but in vain.

Closing your eyes, your mind makes you recall all the happy memories you experienced in all your life before them…

They took everything from you: your freedom, your autonomy, your dignity, your dreams and your hope.

Now you can only feel despair and nothing else. Still lost in your thoughts, you don’t hear the door opening and various footspes reaching the bed.

“Waka maybe it's best, if we don’t bother her. Her body hasn’t recovered yet.” protests Keizo worried about you.

“Oh, like I care about what she likes or not.” Wakasa remarks codly.

Shinichiro sits next to you on the bed, caressing your head, kissing gently your stained cheeks.

“Princess are you awake? Do you need something?” Shinichiro asks, shaking you a little.

“Oi (y/n) you ungrateful brat, you better respond if you don’t want to get hurt once again.” Takeomi interferes, threatening you.

Optining for not making them angry, you open your eyes and with the help of, oh-so-kind Shinichiro, you sit up.

“I’m awake, Omi-kun.” you quietly respond. You try your best to not cringe after calling him like that.

You loathe calling them by their nicknames, acting like you are in some kind of relationship.

One time you had the brilliant idea to lash out on them, saying that you five didn’t have and never will have a relationship. You screamed that you despise all of them and they will never be your lovers but only captors.

Bad idea

Takeomi and Wakasa didn’t take your little outburst really well, and that same night, they punished you badly. Really bad.

Keizo and Shinichiro stayed on the sidelines, they thought you acted like a fucking brat. They don’t understand what you want, you can have everything you want. Just a word and the entire world will be at your feet.

Maybe you just need more time, so you can fall in love with them and then you five will be happy forever.

Your body still has the bruises of that dreadful night.

“Me and Benkei cooked your favorite dish, aren’t you hungry princess?” Shinichiro questions smiling.

You nod quietly, while Benkei covers your body with his gang jacket.

“Now let’s eat before it becomes cold.” he smiles before leading to the dining room.

Takeomi and Wakasa watch every movement ready to attack at your first error. Like predators ready to pounce on their prey.

You gulp, feeling their harsh gazes on your back, and stay as near as possible to the other two.

You ate as quickly as possible, so you could be alone in your room, without feeling their eyes on your body. It disgusted you so much, you felt dirty and violated in your intimacy.

Today luckily you can sleep alone, because they have to do something with the gang. Not that you care but that means you can be free for a few hours.

As soon as they got out of the house, not after reminding you what will happen if you even dare to think of escaping, you bolted in your room.

Collapsing on the bed you begin to cry and let out all your emotions. You can’t do this anymore, you can’t live like this. Waking up every morning with the fear of upsetting them at every chance, it’s tiring and you are tired of fighting against them.

You are all alone in this world, your parents are probably dead, your friends either dead or missing or abandoned you.

You sit up on the bed and make contact with the mirror near your bed.

You…

You’re the former shell of your old self, you’re a mess both physically and mentally.

Your dull (e/c) look at your injured body. Cigarette burns, scars, purple bruises, hickies, bites decorate your body alongside your new "present" from your so-called "boyfriends".

They tattoed their fucking names and their fucking gang’s logo on your body.

Between your breasts there’s Shinichiro’s name. He chose that place because “it’s my favorite place in the whole world”. He loves marking your chest with hickeys and now that there’s his name, he feels even more proud of his mark on your body.

Wakasa’s name is on your tummy right above your pussy, a reminder as Wakasa says “whose pussy is this”.

Takeomi loves seeing his little property uncomfortable, so he tattooed personally his name on your inner thigh, also a reminder of who fucks that sluttish cunt.

Keizo, oh sweet Keizo, he chose your hip so you could feel less hurted. He loves having his big hands on your smaller body and his name written on your hip is perfect.

If you close your eyes, you can still hear your screams when Keizo had to physically restrain you, while Shinichiro tried his best to calm you down. Takeomi and Wakasa prepared everything, and the bastards took great time listening to your screams and pleas to let you go.

If it wasn’t enough, they also inked their fucking gang’s logo on your back.

You are marked entirely as theirs and you can just despair.

Sobbing you plop down once again on your bed. Exhausted you fall asleep, hoping that when you will wake up you would be anywhere else but not there with them.

[angelkhi]

House Sitting - S.R

Pairing: neighbour!Stevex Reader

Summary: Your parents leave you in completely charge of the house for two weeks... under the watchful eye of your neighbour of course.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ minors dni) age gap, voyeurism, masturbation (f), edging, size kink, hair pulling??, oral (f+m), p in v, cumplay, bodily fluids?, dirty talk, spitting, choking, slight breath play, swearing (obvs), overstimulation, praise kink, let me know if I missed anything!

Word count: 4.5k

A little note: Hey, so this is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever written, it’s a fucking good job I’m a renounced catholic. This can be read as a stand-alone or a continuation of my other neighbour!steve piece, it’s completely up to you. I wrote it as a second part (though I use that phrase lightly) so just know that this relationship was previously established in my other Neighbour!Steve work. Sorry about any typos! I hope you enjoy!<3

Part 3

"Don't forget to turn the stove off." "Don't forget to lock the doors." "No parties." "Keep the house clean."

Listening to your mother drone on and on about the house rules for the fifth time that evening grows tedious, so much so you'll be sure not to use the stove or open any doors, and constantly walk around with a mop if it shuts her up. Your father rolls his eyes from behind her and continues hauling the luggage into the boot, a small smile threatening your lips.

"Steve will check in on you every couple of days, but if you need anything call him, numbers on the fridge oh and don't forget-" Her words fizzle out into a faint ringing, and that into the sound of your countertop shaking beneath you some weeks ago.

Fucking shit.

Steve Rogers, your next door neighbour, whom you haven't seen since he left you to walk around your parents housewarming party with his cum dripping out of your panties. Steve Rogers who you've imagined fucking you every night since, only to be left with the dissatisfaction of your own fingers.

Your head snaps to hers quickly, eyes surely as wide as saucers as you divulge the new information, the fact that Steve is now at your beck and call for two weeks. You'd mother starts going over the tumble dryer settings for a third time and so you shoo her into the car, unwilling to go through it yet again.

"Yes mum, I've got it all. Lock the doors, turn off the stove, don't trash the place." She raises her eyebrows for a moment and smiles as your father begins reversing out onto the street.

You wave until the car disappears out of sight and walk back up the drive, stealing a quick glance at the Rogers household before and going inside and locking the door.

Three days, three, was all it took for something to go horribly wrong.

You wake up to a lukewarm fridge, gone off milk and a scolding from your mom if you don't get it sorted soon. The day drags on as you skirt around having to call Steve over to your empty house, the possibilities of what exactly could happen seemingly endless and very tiring, though that afternoon you have no choice but to cave as there's nowhere for the surprise delivery of fresh groceries (courtesy of your mom) to go without spoiling.

Dialling the number on the little post it note seems nothing short of illegal but it's there for emergencies and this surely counts as an emergency. You stare at digits on the screen, forcing yourself to click dial before you think too hard about it and chicken out for another few hours. It rings once, twice, three times before he picks up.

"Hello?" His voice is smooth, like butter melting on a hot day and your words are lodged in your throat for a heartbeat or two.

"Steve? Mr Rogers? My mom said to call if I had an emergency..." you pause and chew at your lip adding quickly, "It's your neighbour, by the way."

"Hey honey, what seems to be the problem?" You force yourself to talk, though your brain runs in circles at the little pet name, memories of the last time he used it heating up your cheeks. Forcing yourself to focus on anything but the sultry gravel in his voice, the broken fridge has suddenly never seemed more interesting, still not trusting your voice, hums are the only responses he gets to the various questions you struggle to answer.

"I'll be over about six, see you then."

"Thank you so much, goodbye Mr Rogers." With that the line clicks off and you're stood alone in your kitchen, unsure what to do with yourself until Steve makes an appearance in a few hours, so you do what any self respecting 20 something year old would do, and hide out in your room until he arrives. You try to focus your mind anywhere other than on your neighbour many years your senior, but he's like a parasite, one thought of how good his hands and mouth felt on you leaves you squirming. You contemplate doing something about it, but true to his word Steve is at the door at dead on 6:00pm, tool bag in hand and smile on his face.

You leave him to it, unsure of how to even look him in the eye, let alone string together sentence after sentence. The occasional bang and fuck or bastard shit, travel about the house, a small smile etched on your lips whenever he cursed but soon enough he shouts a halle-fucking-lujah. You're contemplating going down to him to see him out when he appears at your door, knocking twice and waiting for permission to enter.

"All fixed, should get cold within the hour."  He leans against your doorframe with such ease, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, hair slicked back.

"Thank you so much... please don't tell my mom. She already had so little faith in me and maybe she was right to-"

"Your secrets safe with me sweetheart, don't worry." He chuckles, folding his arms across his chest, "I've missed you."

The revelation shocks you into silence, your eyes locked on Steve as his are on you, unmoving, even as he pushes off the doorframe and stalks forward, even as he sits on the edge of your bed.

"You missed me?" You repeat his words, disbelief and shock evident in your tone and he huffs out a laugh once more, leaning even closer still.

"Mmh. Missed you a whole lot." Steve reaches out and tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, his thumb swiping over your jaw. "I missed your pretty face. Missed the way you say my name, missed the taste of your pretty cunt."

You're unable to meet his eyes as he speaks, thighs clenching together even at the lightest touch from him.

"Missed you too, Mr Rogers. Steve." You admit, his smile widening a little.

"Show me."

"What?"

"Show me how much you missed me." His breath fans the shell of your ear, a kiss on the nape of your neck, "Show me how you play with that pretty pussy whilst you think of me."

This is filthy. It's filthy and nasty and dirty, but so was fucking your neighbour in your basement whilst a house full of people (including your parents) partied upstairs.

Without giving it another thought, you're shuffling backwards into the mountain of pillows behind you. Your eyes finally meet Steve's as you pull down your trousers, his hands pulling them from around your ankles, repeating the process with your panties but he snatches them up, bringing them to his nose and inhaling then shoving them in his shirt pocket.

Holy fuck.

"Spread your legs for me babydoll," he's leaning back against the foot of your bed, bulge in his loose fitting trousers at the sight of your glistening cunt, "Touch yourself for me, pretty girl."

Your movements are slow, cautionary under his gaze you slide your hands up your thighs, swallowing a small gasp when you finally feel just how wet you are. You circle your pussy lips for a moment, your breaths shallow with each passing stroke. Steve's mesmerised, his eyes wide and focused on you playing with yourself.

You're unable to quiet the moans when you begin to circle your clit, changing the pressure and speed every now and then, building yourself to an orgasm.

"Fuck, Steve, Mr Rogers." Your breath is erratic, chest heaving when you enter a single finger into your wetness, "Feels so good."

"That's it, my good girl," Steve's tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip, his eyes flicking between your face and your squelching pussy, a hand over the bulge in his trousers.

"Gonna add another finger for me? Gonna fuck yourself til you cum on your pretty little fingers?" Fucking shit. The man has a filthy mouth and he knows it, the ghost of a smirk on his face when he sees how you react to his words. You obey, fucking two fingers into yourself, occasionally toying with your clit.

"M'close Steve," You're sure you sound pathetic but some part of yourself loves it, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." 

Steve quietly eggs you on, calling you his pretty girl, telling you how pretty your pussy looks and you're falling over the edge in seconds. He leans forward quickly, pressing a slow kiss to your lips as you come down from your orgasm, hips bucking a few times, catching your clit on the rough material of his trousers.

He pulls back and just stares for a moment, his gaze so intense you're not sure what to do with yourself but then he's on the move, his lips pressed against your neck and shoulder and chest and stomach until his facing your pussy.

"Gonna let me have as many as I want? Let me eat your cunt till you're crying, please pretty girl." The sight of Steve practically on his knees, begging to taste you until you're in tears is an offer you can't refuse. Your hands lock in his hair pulling him forwards.

He's tentative at first, weary of the fact that you've just cum but it only takes minutes until he's pulling you apart, suckling and nipping at your clit repeatedly, two fingers fucking into you at a bruising pace, right into a brutal orgasm.

Your body relaxes wholly, legs shaking around his head, your hands tightening in his hair as he continues to lick your clit. Steve's tongue explores your pussy, nudging your weeping hole and sliding in, fucking you with his tongue repeatedly, his fingers applying pressure on your clit.

Steve is relentless, pulling orgasm after orgasm from your spent body until you're pushing him away, chest heaving, cheeks wet with tears, body completely blissed out. He's kissing you again, whispering small words of praise against your lips as he lets you catch your breath, bringing you down from whatever cloud you're currently floating on.

You can taste yourself on his lips when he kisses you again, but you're too sleepy to care, you just want sleep and Steve. He disappears for a few moments, some rustling coming from the bathroom and your closet and he's back, washcloth and clean pyjamas in tow. He's careful as he runs the washcloth over your sensitive folds, listening to each sound and movement of your body, equally so when he pulls on some pyjama trousers and pulls the covers up to your chest.

Steve kisses you once more, slow and soft and you're asleep in seconds, far too tired to keep your eyes open.

When you wake the next morning Steve has already left, a text message from an hour prior explaining that he'd be at work for the rest of the day, and he wants to see you for lunch at his tomorrow afternoon.

Your legs ache the entirety of the time you're in the shower, but it's pleasant, welcomed, a reminder that Steve was there the night before. It's an effort to climb downstairs, the thought of the spoiled groceries almost enough to send you back up the stairs, but you had to eat regardless.

Though there's no foul smell of off kale and dodgy chicken when you enter the kitchen, only a second note next to your mother's on the fridge.

Put the groceries away, maybe this house sitting thing really isn't for you - Steve x

You chuckle and put it in your pocket, grabbing some granola bar and going back to bed, knowing that if you're going to Steve's tomorrow, a day of rest would be your best friend.

3:00pm the next afternoon as promised you're at his front door, a bottle of wine under your arm. You're beyond well rested, having slept most of the day and all through the night after your run in with Steve.

He opens the door, stepping aside and closes the door behind you, his hand resting on the small of your back guiding you towards the kitchen, a tangy and sweet smell filling the house.

"I um- I bought this wine... I don't know if it's any good but I got it from the basement I uh." Your eyes meet quickly when you mention the godforsaken room, the air in the room stifling as the memories of that day and a couple of nights ago replay in your head.

"I'm sure it's perfect, angel." My god this man, "Come sit, lunch is nearly ready,"

He nods to one of the stools at the island and grabs two glasses, a bottle opener and sits next to you. Steve pours the wine with such grace, his ridiculously large hands enveloping the bottle, leaving you in a trance and clenching your thighs once more even as he slides the half full glass in front of you.

"How're you feeling today?" Steve's gaze is intense, caring, and once again you're frozen, scrambling over the right words unsure what to say.

"Good. I slept a lot yesterday, so I'm feeling good." You smile, redirecting your gaze to his hands once more, "Thanks for asking."

"It's my pleasure," he pauses, glancing down, "I know the other night must've been a lot, are you sure you're okay?"

His concern was sweet, being a worrier suits him, but you're too distracted by the memory of him destroying you with his tongue and fingers to fully appreciate it. His hand drifts from the countertop to your thigh, squeezing once and bringing you back down to earth.

"I'm good, promise," Steve grins at that, planting a kiss on your lips leaving you a little stunned momentarily before you kiss back, only to be pulled apart by the oven beeping.

The food Steve has prepared is nothing short of delicious, and the wine you'd picked out wasn't too horrid that lunch, overall was a giddy success. Of course the pair of you could barely keep you hands to yourself, even whilst eating the feast set out before you.

The two of you talked for hours, about everything and nothing, until the sun was beginning to send the clouds pink. You lean up off of Steve, the window seat in the corner of his kitchen diner having the perfect view of his well looked after garden, and gather your things together much to your dismay.

Steve walks you to the front door, his steps slow as he drags out the afternoon as much as possible, wishing that time would slow, if only a little. His thumb rubs over your wrist in a calming motion as the pair of you come to the end of your short walk and blissful afternoon.

"Stay over? We can watch a movie, do whatever you want, honey, just want you to stay." You've never heard Steve sound so needy, his usually somewhat stern eyes soft, almost begging and you cave, agreeing to come back later that evening and stay the night.

He cradles your jaw as you lean back into the cool stone wall, leaning into the hungry kiss wanting nothing more than to stay a little longer, but one day of not cleaning would quickly turn into two and two to three, something you were too lazy to think about, let alone actually sort out.

The few hours pass quickly, and you're once again on Steve's doorstep, a small wash bag and change of clothes over your shoulder. He pulls you in quickly, slamming the door shut behind you and kisses you tentatively, taking your bag from your shoulder and setting it at the bottom of the stairs.

"Wanna watch a movie?" He asks against your lips. You nod against him and he makes his way into the kitchen to retrieve the snacks he'd set out for the two of you, sending your heart lurching your chest at the small gesture. That afternoon, something changed between the two of you, something new and good, something you can't wait to explore.

It takes a moment to shrug off your jacket and untie your shoes before you're sat next to him on the couch, his arm slung across the back of it, fingertips brushing your shoulder.

The movie plays for some time, the pair of you readjusting a few times but ultimately settling on Steve pressed up behind you. Halfway through a fast paced scene he pauses the movie and you turn over your shoulder, throwing him a confused look.

"Can we try something?" Steve asks, chewing at his lip awaiting your answer.

"What do you wanna try Stevie?"

He shudders a little at the nickname, pressing a swift kiss to your cheek and continues on.

"Want you to keep me warm," he pauses, strumming the waistband of the jogging bottoms you'd dragged on when you went home, "Just 'til the end of the movie?"

You're barely finished nodding before Steve's yanking down his own sweats and boxers, being more careful when it comes to yours and working you open a little until you're ready to take his cock. He slides in, the stretch you'd missed so much making you sigh, his own breaths faltering as he feels you around him.

Once he's bottomed out he kisses your shoulder through the thin material of your T-shirt and plays the movie once more, leaving you struggling against the urge to squirm as you focus your attention on whatever ridiculously high payed actor is on the screen.

The movie drones on, though none of the plot is being retained, in fact nothing makes sense in your head beyond the feeling of being so full of Steve. It's been almost an hour and a half and he's adjusted the two of you twice, each time sliding deeper or nudging some sensitive part of you, tiny whimpers escaping your lips.

Though it's not all in vein, his constant mutterings of good girl, doing so good for me, and the occasional feel so fucking good into your ear creating a surging warmth in your chest. That and his fingers running soothing lines up and down your arms, he managed to turn any discomfort into the most comfortable you've been in a while.

You're almost asleep when the credits roll in, woken up by the rumble of Steve's chest as he chuckles quietly.

"Movie's over," He rasps, and you rest your chin on his chest to get a better look at him whilst he speaks, "D'you wanna go to sleep?"

"M'not sleepy Steve." You sit up, just to prove the point and you both groan at the friction of readjusting. His hands find your hips, holding you still before you move again.

"Babydoll..." It's sweet how caring he is, but that edge to his voice has you almost squirming. Almost.

"I promise, I'm not tired Steve, the movie was just boring."

"Hey, that's one of my favourites!" You giggle at the look of offence on his face, leaning down to kiss him and he pulls you in closer.

"Sorry Stevie," You mumble against his lips and he smiles, "But I promise I'm not tired."

"Can I try something?" You repeat his words from earlier, aiming to sound confident, but instead you remain timid as ever. Steve raises his eyebrows but smiles and agrees regardless, the pair of you hissing when you lift yourself off of him, his cock glistening with your wetness. He watches as you sink to the floor, onto your knees in front of him, waiting. Steve sits up slowly, a look of disbelief on his face though it's soon replaced when you grip his dick between your little hands.

You lower your mouth to his tip, suckling at the mixture of precum and your own slick. You take him a little deeper, your hands accommodating for what your mouth cannot.

"Fucking shit honey, oh god." He looks so pretty, head thrown back, "You're so good to me, fuck."

You continue gagging on his cock as it hits the back of your throat repeatedly, the sting in the corner of your eyes never felt so good. You release him from your mouth, his panting chest and chanting of your name egging you on, licking a stripe up the underside if his dick, watching him squirm when your fingers press against that small muscle between his hole and his balls.

Steve thrusts up suddenly into your hand, his tip angry, red and inviting. You slip him back into your mouth and he continues to buck up, hitting the back of your throat. Your whimpering around his cock is all too much for the whining man above you and he tangles his hands in your hair, pulling you up off of him. A of saliva hangs between your lips and his tip and you're quick to lick it up, Steve hissing in the process.

"Get up." His tone is sharp but strained, his grip on what little control he had over himself slipping. Steve guides you upstairs, into his room and onto his bed, muttering something about not wanting to cum yet and there's no way he's fucking you on a couch.

Steve's bed is spacious, though you don't get a chance to admire his interior design skills because he's on you in a second. His large shoulders caging you in, trapping you between him and the bed.

His lips are feverish on yours, claiming you as his as he grinds his cock into your naked pussy, reaching down between you to thumb your clit, groaning at just how wet you are from warming and sucking his cock.

"God you're fuckin perfect for me." Steve whispers, the words only for your ears, though no one else could possibly hear. He sucks along the base of your neck, leaving small bruises behind, letting everyone know that you're his. His kisses trail down to your chest and he's circling your stiff nipples with his tongue, alternating between nipping and biting.

You grind your hips up into his, desperate for any kind of friction, whimpering his name over and over like a prayer, but he still takes his time, giving equal attention to your tits and coming back up to your mouth.

Steve grips at his cock, drawing up and down your pussy, catching the sensitive head on your clit, the both of you moaning in unison. He continues to toy with your clit, dipping his head into your hole and back out again until you're writhing for it.

"Please Stevie," You whimper, his hand coming up and wrapping around your throat, "Fuck me."

He applies a little pressure to your throat, cutting off your air as he slides home and bottoms out, and releases your throat, the small head rush pushing you close to an orgasm before he's even started. Steve's hand stays on your throat as the other finds your hip and he steadies himself, pulling out to the tip and bottoming out once more before he's fucking into you at such a brutal pace you can't remember your name.

His hand works your throat and his cock works your pussy, the two in tandem pulling you apart from your foggy head to your curling toes, swallowing your moans in filthy kisses of clashing teeth.

"Fucking hell, you feel so good honey," Steve's voice is deeper than you've ever heard it, borderline feral as he claims your body, "Who's pussy is this?"

"Yours, yours Stevie." You're a blubbering mess, your face wet with sweat and saliva and tears you didn't even know you were shedding.

"That's my girl, god you're so tiny, so proud of you for taking me so well." You whimper once again, pleased to be pleasing him.

"Open," you have no choice but to comply, only knowing how to do what you're told as Steve continues to fuck you apart. He spits in your open mouth, once, twice tapping your chin with his thumb, a silent command to swallow what he's given you. And you do. You do it with ease, even going as far as to open your mouth once again, silently begging for more.

"Dirty fuckin thing, can feel your cunt clenching around me. You like it when I spit in your mouth, huh?" You nod frantically, only stilling your bobbing head to let him spit his saliva into your mouth once more.

"Play with your pussy for me," his grin is feral when you comply instantaneously, your fingers toying with your swollen, sensitive clit.

"Please sir, feels so good." Your voice is borderline pornographic, so much so you'd doubt you're the one making such sounds if it weren't for being on the brink of an orgasm.

"Cum around my cock, angel."

Your body convulses violently, the build up of the evening spent being warming Steve leaves your legs seizing beneath him, your breath wrecked when he squeezes your throat once more, choking and fucking you through an orgasm.

Steve continues fucking into you, using your spent body to get himself off. Your nails draw red lines along his back and his hips begin to slow in their movements. Strung out, deep thrusts sending your eyes rolling as you cum one last time, Steve's cum painting your walls as he finishes deep inside of you.

He lets you come down, pulling himself out of you admiring your beat up pussy, the sight of his cum spilling out of you enough to make him half hard. He's moving before you've even registered what he's doing, his face in your pussy as he cleans you up, drinking a mixture of your gushing wetness and his own seed, collecting it and travelling back up to your body.

Your obedience still shocks him, even when you open your mouth and gladly take what he has to offer to you, when you swallow it all down and when you plant a filthy kiss on his lips.

"You did so well for me, thank you," Steve speaks and you feel like jelly and all his touches are feather light, as though he's scared to break you any further. He pulls you into his warm embrace whispering in your ear bringing you down, soothing your aching body.

"C'mon, let's get you in the bath," Steve's thumb strokes at your cheek for a moment longer and he's up, into the en suite bathroom pouring god knows what into the water but you can't move, far too blissed out. Far too sore and sensitive, far too tired, even when Steve lifts you from the bed into the warm lavender scented water, when he runs the loofa across your body with the utmost care, when he dries you, dresses you in a loose t shirt and some boxers, and tucks you in to the freshly changed sheets.

He slides in next to you some moments later, pressing a kiss to your forehead, pulling you against him lulling you to sleep, and whilst you can just about feel you legs, and the ache in between his thighs, you're content. More than content. You're happy.

[araragomennnn]

more than a crush

pairing: tsukishima x gn! reader

genre: FLUFF!!

warnings: swearing only

author's note: I needed to write something to get my gears turning before I start posting regularly again and for some reason I have not posted anything about this fine ass man yet??? I haven't seen many soft tsukki fics so writing this was a necessity.

Tsukishima’s heart was racing, looking anywhere but in your direction when you sat at your desk, finding a white envelope.

Stupid, embarrassing almost.

Since when did tsukishima write romantic poetry? Or even poetry for that matter.

And since when did he go from being careful and calculated to writing sappy poems at 3 am

for you?

It could be worse, he told himself, he could have chosen a pink envelope instead of a white one taking this situation to a whole new level of disgusting.

Like the colour of the envelope changes the fact that he wrote a lovesick poem for you at 3 am in the morning.

He valiantly controlled the urge to turn on his heels and make a run for it when you picked up the envelope, eying it suspiciously like any normal person would.

He thinks his soul left his body when he watched you open the envelope from the corner of his eye.

“Oh my god is that a love letter?” a friend of yours asked, chirping behind you.

“Yeah, but it’s not signed though”

Leave it to tsukishima to lose his shit over an unsigned love letter.

This was the perfect solution to the massive problem at hand.

The problem being his feelings towards you.

Being the rational person he was,

Every problem had a solution, right?

Wrong.

The love letter that was supposed to diffuse his feelings for you backfired completely when he saw the way you smiled reading the poem he put hours into.

When warmth blossomed in his chest instead of cold indifference,

He knew he was fucked.

Tsukishima had always been popular with girls, not that he cared though.

But he couldn’t help but wonder how you weren’t even the slightest bit swayed by him or when he received gifts and boxes of chocolates from all of the girls in his class on valentines day and yet not a single one from you.

So, of course, he came to the perfectly logical conclusion that what he was feeling wasn’t something ridiculous like a crush or unrealistic like love because god forbid something like that plagues him but was actually just plain old curiosity. idiot.

However, his heart skipping a beat every time you smiled and the giddy feeling he was encompassed with every time you spoke to him clearly said otherwise.

I’m not interested in dating he told Yamaguchi

I couldn’t really care less he said.

Oh if only he could have seen himself now.

Hands dusty with flour as he kneaded dough.

Why was he kneading dough you may ask?

He volunteered to partner with you for extra credit in home economics.

Extra credit that he didn’t need.

He has not the slightest clue as to what possessed him to do something like this because he absolutely detested unnecessary work

but he did

and now here he is kneading dough in your kitchen while you prepare the frosting for the strawberry shortcakes you were making.

But what perplexed him the most was not his sudden eagerness to work his Saturday away but the feeling of contentment and almost excitement replacing his standard irritation in a situation like this.

It was the fact that he didn't mind this, that he liked it which confused him the most.

Catching himself staring at you with doe eyes as you battled with your share of dough way too many times for it to be shrugged off as just curiosity.

“Here let me help” you offered, glancing at his unattended blob of dough that he hadn’t made much progress with because he was too busy staring at you.

“Oh um it’s alright”

“shh move over”

“Really its fi-”

You didn’t give him time to finish as you ducked under his arms such that you were encased between them, your back resting his torso and head against his chest as you placed your hands on what was basically some wet flour.

Tsukishima swears he’s forgotten how to breathe,

A full-blown crimson blush erupted across his cheeks, his golden orbs blown wide.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, mustering the power to not stutter.

You turned, looking at him like he asked the most blatant question ever, quirking a brow “kneading dough, obviously” you said gesturing towards it.

He fiercely debated in his head whether he should stay like this with you or move away just in case he was making you uncomfortable and also because he was afraid that you may hear how loud his heart was beating.

Deciding against moving away, he joined in on the kneading.

Safe to say the dough got extremely over kneaded to the point you had to throw it away and make a fresh batch.

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Sometimes, tsukishima thinks the sun was made just for you, with the way its rays fell ever so gently against your skin illuminating you as if you were a god.

But that was not the only thing he was focusing on, his chest felt fuzzy and his heartbeat raised as your hand took his, leading him to the infirmary when he hurt his hand during a practice match.

His skin was on fire where your hand met his as you tended to it, concern evident in your eyes, eyebrows furrowed.

“You need to tape your fingers tsukishima, it’s really bad this time” you said, a frown on your face.

He knows he shouldn’t be this hopelessly giddy considering you’re this upset with him, he knows his chest shouldn’t be feeling this warm and head this fuzzy but with your hand in his, in this quiet room away from everyone the penny finally drops.

His fingers curl into yours as a warm smile adorns his features “call me kei”

Shit, this might just be more than a crush.

general taglist: @bokee-hinataa-bokee , @tsumomii

[sugarfluffandallthatgoodstuff]

cuddles for cuties

Kirishima x fem!reader x Bakugou

Tw: ever so slight mentions of bullying, injuries, Mineta being a disgusting pervert, Monoma being an ass as usual, cussing, fluff fluff fluff galore, and a glorious loving 3 way relationship. also my first fic ever please be kind

Also Reader is supposed to be from Norway and have a siren quirk (kinda like the sirens from equestria girls but basically on steroids) your last name in this fic is Kronsen just for reference.

1,550 words

Your POV

beep beep beep beeeeeeeeeeeeee-

SLAM

sigh

Well there goes the 12th alarm clock this month. Why does school need to start at such an ungodly hour?! It doesn’t help that Mr.Aizawa puts all of us through the most gruesome amount of training imaginable. I slowly get off my bed only to end up stepping on the glass lamp that used to be next to the now demolished alarm clock and then having several glass shards in both my feet. Wow looks like this situation couldn’t get any worse right? Haha no. Because I then had to walk with the glass burying itself deeper in my feet as I went to go grab the tweezers to pull them out. I pulled each of the 47 pieces of glass out and finally bandaged ‘em both up only to find out I was now 30 minutes behind schedule even though the dorms were only a 15 minute walk to the school tops. Great now I gotta worry about burdening the class by interrupting their instruction. It doesn’t help either that Kiri’s grades are awful and he’s distracted easily so now I’m gonna feel worse cause now I am gonna end up causing more pain in my 2 boyfriends lives. 

~tidshopp~

damn glass making it so I can’t run as fast and-

THUMP

“hey loser maybe watch where you’re going. I would think someone in class 1A would know to do that”

jee thanks Monoma 

“Kronsen-chan!”

Great now everyone is gonna see me thanks for that Midoriya

“Kronsen are you ok?! You’re not hurt are you?! Do you need to go see Recovery Girl?! Should I tell-”

“I-I’m o-ok M-Midoriya. T-t-trust me I-I’ve been th-through w-worse.” 

Damn my social anxiety

“O-oh o-ok um would you like me to walk you to class?”

“N-no th-thank y-you I-I’ll be th-there s-soon”

“Ok I’ll tell Mr.Aizawa you’ll be at class soon and you got held up.”

“Th-thank y-you I-I’m s-sorry”

“No need to apologize! What are friends for?”

I sure as hell hope Bakugou doesn’t hear about this...

~tidshopp~

“Good to finally see you Kronsen”

“I-I’M S-S-SO S-S-S-SOR-RY I-I-I’M L-L-LATE! M-M-MR. A-A-AIZAW-WA” I whisper yelled because I worry about being too loud and further upsetting everyone else. 

“You’re fine just go sit down”

So with that I trudged to my seat and put my head down 

jeez can this day get any worse?

Really shouldn’t have asked that question albeit in my head.

“hey~~~”

God fucking damnit not this again

“I bet I could treat you right if you let me see up your skirt~”

“P-ple-ease l-leave m-me al-”

“OI DIPSHIT”

uh oh

**“STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND OR I WILL FUCKING MURDER YOU” **

I look up at Bakugou

“S-Suki i-it’s-”

I get cutoff again

“SHITTY HAIR GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE”

“Jeez Bakubro you need to chill, what’s the problem?”

“I-I-”

“dude just let me touch her tits at least”

I swear I could almost see the lightbulb light up above Kirishima’s head

“You know what I changed my mind deal with him as you want Bakugou”

“Thanks Shitty Hair”

I truly felt like I wanted to shrivel up and die

“Hey are you ok Y/N?”

Kirishima was now kneeling in front of me 

“I-I’m o-ok”

“sigh ok just let me know if you need anything promise?”

“P-promise”

~tid hoppe til lunsj~

“Hey loser”

“please leave me alone Monoma”

“ugh I still can’t believe they let someone with a villain quirk into the hero course”

that was it

I had it 

“HØR DU ET LITT JÆVEL DET JEG ER MINST OM TENSENS AV ANDRE MENNESKER OG HAR IKKE RYGGALEN TIL EN KOKT SPAGHETTI NUDLE! JEG ER OVERRASKET OVER AT DE LATER SÅ BEKLÆRLIG Unyttig, JÆVEL MISLYKKET ABORT SOM DU PÅ DENNE SKOLEN I DET HELT! NÅ BARE LA MEG OG KLASSEN MIN BARE!”***

the whole cafeteria went dead silent 

I could feel the hot tears burning behind my eyes 

but I didnt care

I sprinted out of the room and ran back to my dorm room

Kirishima’s POV

what just happened

I look over at Bakubro and he looks just as shocked and confused as me

where on earth did Y/N learn to yell that loud?

something is going on

“We have to go after her”

“I can’t believe I’m going to say this but I agree”

so we now just had to think of where she could have gone

Your POV

the second the door shut behind me I locked in and sunk to the floor and started to cry uncontrollably as I remembered everything about today and everything I said.

god it hurt

I started to sing Let you Down and without me knowing my quirk started to bloom again and the heptagonal gem in my chest started to glow too

“Feels like we're on the edge right now” “I wish that I could say I'm proud”

“I'm sorry that I let you down” “I let you down”

“All these voices in my head get loud” “I wish that I could shut them out” “I'm sorry that I let you down” “Let you down”

as I finished the second verse I heard banging on my door

“Y/N KRONSEN OPEN THIS GODDAMN DOOR”

I never in my life realized that the Katsuki Bakugou would use someone’s actual name much less their full name

“I don’t want to burden you Suki”

Kirishima chimes in

“Y/N baby please let us in we just want to help it really is no burden at all”

“YEAH LET US IN OR I’M GOING TO BLOW THIS FUCKING DOOR OFF THE HINGES”

then I barely heard what Kirishima said next

“Bakubro we don’t need to do that. I got a better idea.”

oh no

oh god please no

click clink

CLICK

creak

then they both walked in and crossed their arms silently looking at my shriveled up form 

Kiri is the first to speak up

“Y/N please tell us whats happening”

“really it’s not that big a deal I’m just being a baby”

“No if you literally run out of the room and scream then it’s bad”

sigh

“fine”

I then told them everything. The lamp, running late, being tripped, the incident with mineta, and how I finally snapped when Monoma called my quirk a villain’s quirk.

“What did you even say to him? Just curious”

“inhale LISTEN HERE YOU A LITTLE FUCKING SHIT I AM AT LEAST CONSIDERATE OF OTHER PEOPLE AND DO NOT HAVE THE SPINE OF A COOKED SPAGHETTI NOODLE! I AM SURPRISED THAT THEY LET SUCH DEPLORABLE USELESS FUCKING FAILED ABORTION LIKE YOU IN THIS SCHOOL AT ALL! NOW JUST LEAVE ME AND MY CLASS ALONE!”***

“i’m not proud of what I said because it was mean.”

“he deserved it”

“KIRI?!?!?!”

“what you stood up for yourself without being violent”

“I just want to be left alone right now.”

“no”

“wha-”

“get on the bed”

“huh?!”

“you heard me”

“Kiri put her on the bed”

“ok”

all of a sudden Kirishima picked me up princess style and got onto my bed with me and held me close to him literally as tight as he possibly could while nuzzling his cheek to my face and whispering “I love you my adorable cutie” over and over

the blush on my face was redder than his hair. 

“take it back”

“w-what?”

“take back every nasty thing you said about yourself today”

“what’s wrong with me telling the truth?”

Bakugou looks at Kirishima and nods

next thing I know my wrists are pinned above my head with Kirishima smiling down at me 

“come on my cutie pie please just one little smile and nice thine about yourself”

“um...I guess I’m kind of strong? I um.. kind of shattered my alarm clock again.” and I gave the most natural looking fake smile of all tme.

“MMm-yeah no looks like were gonna have to get it out of you”

“w-what?”

“ready Bakubro?”

“let’s get going with this”

Kirishima then starts giving little butterfly kisses all over my face and Bakugou started... KISSING MY TUMMY?!!

The more the kisses get faster the more I squirm.

then all of a sudden...

“PFFFF”

yep. Bakugou blew a fat raspberry on my tummy 

“hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahanohohohohohohohohoho”

“aww look at that Katsuki our precious little cutie is ticklish~”

“pleahehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehese nohohohohohohohohohohohoho lehehehet mehehehehehehe gohohohohoho”

“I wonder where else she’s ticklish~”

“NO WAIT PLEASE-”

“too late cutie your laugh got me hooked”

then Kirishima dug his fingers into my ribs

“tickle tickle tickle my little gigglebug~”

“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO”

“Damn Kiri you weren’t kidding she has the cutest damn tummy I’ve ever seen

would be a shame if we...”

“WAIT SUKI PLEASE NOT MY TUMMY PLEASE NOT MY PUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHDGE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“... left it out of all the fun. tickle tickle my shy little nerd~”

suddenly Kirishima was scribbling his finger in my armpits and my laughter went up 2 whole ass octaves

”PLEAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE”

“coochie coochie coo my sweet little cutie~”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHASE NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORE”

“fine I think you’ve had enough, right Bakubro?”

“one more thing...”

“PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT”

“NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“now I’m done”

Kirishima pulled me into his lap and whispered “we love you baby”

then Bakugou pulled both of us onto his lap and he surprisingly snuggled both of us?

“I’m gonna kick his ass”

“who?”

“noodle spine”

“oh”

Fin~