#i'll always be on your side; walking together with you ♥

[llovely-12]

School sucks!

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Minatozaki Sana x female reader

Warnings: Loser reader, popular girl Sana, awkward talks, history class (if that's a warning for anyone), reader is like super nerdy, some self-doubt, mentions of presentation anxiety

Story: Reader and Sana are paired together for group work. Sana flirts, reader blushes.

Authors note: This was quite fun as someone who has history advanced class. Sometimes, I feel like an absolute nerdy loser during school. Anyways, enjoy the read♥︎

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The school bell rings as the clock strikes eight o'clock. School has started, and the students of the eleventh grade wait patiently for their history teacher. Monday first period was always reserved for history. A few students quickly shove some snacks into their mouths, and others spend the time on their phone for as long as they still could.

The door slides open, and the teacher walks inside. Measured steps walk towards the front of the class.

"Good morning, class." Greets the history teacher. Everyone gets up and bows down while mumbling a 'Good morning'.

"I've planned a class project for the week. The project will include a presentation, a handout, and a test on all of the presented topics. The timeline for preparation as well as presenting will take about two and a half weeks. I will choose the groups. Every group includes two students."

Groans and complaints roar through the classroom. Nobody seems to be in the mood for such a time-consuming project. The mentions of a test seemed to wrap it up nicely.

One student, though, was all excited for the project. Y/n. Her love for history was indescribable. Always top of the class with a perfect score. Her love for history started at a very young age. Most of her free time was reserved for researching historic events. On top of that, she is also class president. A trustful student at that.

Y/n smiled brightly while already planning out the structure of this project.

There is another person in this classroom. Her excitement was on the bare minimum. Minatozaki Sana. She is one of the most popular girls at school. Everyone is head over heels for either her or one of her friends. Hirai Momo and Myoui Mina are always on her side, the Japanese girls never seen separate.

Sana groans and glances out of the window. She wasn't exactly stupid or not good in history. The subject just didn't matter to her that much. There were better things she could spend her free time with. Such as shopping.

The teacher had already started putting together the pairs. Some students are happy while some others try to hide their frustrations. Y/n patiently waited for her turn.

"Y/n, you will be in a group with Sana."

Y/n smiles and turns to glance at Sana. The two never spoke much. The class president waves joyfully and nicely greets Sana. The Japanese girl, on the other hand, did not react that excitedly. She almost rolled her eyes and turned her head away.

♡

After class, Y/n makes her way to Sana.

"Hello, Sana. Since we're in one group, I wanted to discuss some things for the start. When do you have time for meeting up after school? I already planned some things for the presentation and hand out-"

"First of all, I don't have any time for this project. I really need some new clothes, so I'll be spending my free time shopping. Secondly, I think you can handle this perfectly on your own for now. I'll tell you when I'm free, just get started and I'll help you later on. What's even our topic?"

"Oh, um, our topic is Napoleon and him taking over Europe. Please text me when you're free. Here's my number."

You hand her your phone and watch her type in your number into her contacts. She smiles and hands you back your phone.

"Thanks, Sana, I'll be looking forward to our work together."

You smile back and leave the classroom to get to your other class.

♡

A week has passed. Sana hasn't texted you yet, and the project is due in three days. You did most of the research yourself as expected. People mostly let you do the work since you're the class best. Sana isn't an exception there.

You thought she would have messaged you by now, but the contact between the two of you stays silent. Sana doesn't even talk to you at school. You feel really frustrated about this. She didn't even talk to you in history class.

You never minded being the nerdy outcast, but sometimes it was just lonely. Nobody would want to pair up with you. Many would just use you for good grades. You didn't think Sana would be the same. She actually looked so sweet.

A notification from your phone interrupts your train of thoughts. It's a text message from Sana.

'Send me your address, I'm coming over wince I have some free time. Can't leave you all alone with the project ;)'

You sit up and look at the message for a few seconds. That was quick. You didn't think the odds would change this fast, but here you are. You type in your address and see her reply with thumbs up. She's quite silly if you think about it.

♡

The wait for Sana is uncomfortable and embarrassingly long. You get a light stomach ache, which is quite normal in stressful situations. Everything related to the topic is laid out on your desk, sorted neatly. Your right leg bounces on the stop to relieve some stress.

Your parents aren't home for the night. They went out for dinner. You often told them that you wouldn't be eating with them since you were so caught up in studying. School is something very important to you, and you take it very seriously.

The door rings, and your body almost explodes with nervousness. She's here, at your house. This is weird. Nobody's ever been at your house. You apparently take too long for her liking, so Sana rings the doorbell again.

The sounds of your footsteps are muffled due to the carpet. You carefully open the door and glance at Sana. She looks nice, maybe a bit overdressed. You, on the other hand, are dressed in casual clothes.

Sana smiles at you and moves past you inside of your house without even asking for permission. You look after her in confusion, but quickly close the door to catch up with her.

"Where's your bedroom?"

Sana asks. You lead her to your room and close the door after the two of you enter. Sana takes a good look at your room. She grins at the decor and the posters.

"Kpop? Really? Didn't think you'd be this nerdy."

You blush and look down at your feet.

"It's actually really nice to listen to. You should give it a chance."

Sana shrugs and picks up some other items. She often giggles to herself. You can't really do anything else other than watching her inspect everything in your room. Maybe this was a bad idea.

"How about we start on the project? It's due in three days, and there are still some things we need to do."

Sana nods and looks at the already gathered papers on your desk.

"Did you already start with the hand out?"

You shake your head and walk over to your desk.

"No, I focused on the presentation first. It's the most important thing about our project. All of the information I gathered should be helpful for the handout, though."

Sana nods and takes some of the papers. She reads through the information and nods to herself.

"Wait, wasn't Napoleon like active during the first world war?"

You stop with what you're doing and slowly turn to look at Sana. This question was not expected.

"No. Napoleon's era was during the late eighteen century up to the early nineteen century. World War One happened in 1914 until 1918. Why did you think Napoleon ruled during world war one?"

"I don't know. My concept of time is not that great."

You nod and get back to the information. Sana grabs a paper and starts with the handout.

"I can start on the handout. After I'm done, we can copy this and print it out a few times. What do you want on the handout?"

"Uhm, maybe Napoleon's way of taking over Europe, and we should definitely bring in the code civil."

Sana just nods and raises her eyebrows at what you said. Her knowledge of history could be compared to the intelligence of a potato. This was just not her strong suit.

"Wow, you're really into the topic. It's a shame that you're this nerdy. You're actually kinda cute."

Sana winks at you, and you blush. Why is she acting like this? At first she didn't want to talk to you, and now she is flirting with you? What is this behaviour?

The evening goes on with the two of you working on the project. Sana is surprisingly very good at making handouts. Her questions on Napoleon, on the other hand, have you in a state of shock.

During the work, Sana makes some flirty comments towards you. It's weird since she doesn't really talk to you, like ever, but this seems to be different. You don't know what has gotten into her.

Sana leaves after two hours. She winks at you and then walks off into the night. Your face is beet red. Nobody has ever acted like this with you before.

♡

You sit down in the cafeteria to eat some food. While munching on some rice, you finish some English homework. You're so deep in thoughts that you don't notice three girls walking over to you.

They put down their trays and sit down at your table. You lift your head to see who it's is. It's Sana and her friends Mina and Momo. Sana sat down next to you while the other girls obtained the seats across from you. Sana smiles and clings onto your arm.

"Hi, I hope you don't mind us sitting here. We just thought you were a bit lonely, all by yourself. What are you working on, honey?"

You stop in your tracks and look at Sana. Your face heats up, and you stammer for words. Momo and Mina are suddenly very interested in the food, but you can see the smile on their faces.

"Uh, uh, I'm working on English homework."

"Cute."

Sana coes and presses herself against your body. You side eye her and get back to your homework.

It is really hard trying to concentrate, while Sana distracts you from homework. She would squeeze your arm and whisper flirty stuff in your ear. Momo is too interested in her food to even notice the commotion between Sana and yourself. You sometimes think she's in a different universe, deeply engaged in her thoughts. Mina, on the other hand, did notice the little situation between Sana and you, yet she did not comment on it.

You really ask yourself why this is happening. Yesterday, you were a lonesome loser with nerdy interests, and now you're apparently the hottest thing in school, according to Sana. This didn't make much sense.

Though you had the idea that this would hold on until the final test on all of the projects was written. Many people feigned a friendship before, only to leave you after they got a good grade. It was sad that no one was really interested in your personality and rather your intelligence. Maybe this was Sana's plan. Use you for good grades and then leave.

♡

Finally, presentation day arrived. You were quite nervous about your end result. There was always a certain fear inside your body when it came to presentations. The thought of people laughing over your mistakes hunt you in every nightmare.

You sit beside Sana while watching another group present. Your leg bounces up and down in a fast rhythm. The pressure of presenting in front of the entire class presses down on you. Anxiety fills your mind and body. Your hands start shaking too.

Sana is focused on drawing a cute little figure into her notebook. She barely pays attention to the group that's currently presenting. What does catch her attention is the way you're behaving. The fast-paced leg bouncing and the shaky hands as you try to take notes on what the other students are saying. She glances at you for a few seconds before she gently puts a hand on your knee. She presses down onto your leg so it doesn't bounce anymore.

You look at Sana. Shock and confusion spread across your face. Sana smiles and caresses your knee with her thumb.

"It's fine, Y/n. Try to focus on something else. It's just a presentation. The others won't throw rotten tomatoes when you make a mistake."

You nod and try to calm down. Sana's gentle gestures helped a lot during the process. The group came to an end, and you raised your hand to give some feedback. Everything felt more at ease now that Sana was silently comforting you.

It's now your turn to present. You get up and walk to the front of the class. The PowerPoint starts, and you go over the agenda and explain the different topics. Sana notices a slight shake in your voice. She grabs your hand and holds it while you're presenting. The action is hidden so other classmates don't notice the affectionate gesture.

The presentation goes smoothly with no mistakes. The feedback is good, and the teacher seems pleased with the final product of your research. You give the teacher as well as some classmates the handout.

After class, you stop Sana and thank her for the help. She smiles and gives your hand a gentle kiss before disappearing into the crowded hallway.

♡

Sana asked you to study with her for the upcoming history test. To you, the topics and different timelines were easily understandable, yet to her, it was a disaster. Sana had not made any notes on the presentation, so you both decided to research the different presented topics.

You would give Sana a topic, and she should research about it and write down notes. At the end of your study session, she should present everything she researched. You did this four days in a row. Between researching, you also asked her questions about the different historic events. It helped her memorising everything, from dates to persons active during the historic eras.

Also, Momo and Mina started getting closer to you. The trio overall warmed up and took you in, almost like they adopted you. Momo was hesitant at first. She was always a bit introverted, so she got to know you at a slow pace. Mina was about the same. After a few days of sharing a table at lunch, the two of them started talking to you like you've been friends for a long time.

Sana kept her clingy energy with you. She used every opportunity to be close to you and seek your company. She even asked to be seated next to you in most classes.

All of this did not make sense to you. Yes, you enjoyed the company and the maybe promising friendships that could evolve, but on the other hand, you knew what happened. After the test, Sana would disappear with her friends and leave you alone.

The days went by quickly, and the ache in your stomach grew bigger with every passing hour. You did not want them to leave you. The time you had with these three girls was awesome. You have never met people like that before.

After the test was done, you thought Sana wouldn't even talk to you. To your surprise, she still hung out with you. Why's that?

♡

You open your history textbook, and a note falls onto your lap. Your name is written on one side in neat handwriting. Nobody usually got access to your books, so this is weird. How did anyone manage to slip a note in there?

You take the note and open it up. Inside, there is a small text.

Dear Y/n, I've been admiring you over the last month. I was so happy when our history teacher paired us together for the project. You are such a caring and fantastic person. I really like you. Would you meet me after school for more clarity? Yours sincerely, Sana.

Your eyes widen. Sana wrote a confession letter to you? How is this possible?! You always thought she was annoyed when you were around. Well, she did get closer to you over the last two weeks, but you never expected this.

You carefully fold the letter and put it into your pocket. One thing was clear. You definitely needed clarity on this. Everything is so confusing right now. How long has she liked you? Or is this only a trap? The anticipation for the meet-up after school grows with every second.

♡

Sana leans against the school wall while waiting for you. You take small but firm steps into her direction. She looks up and meets your gaze. A shy smile spreads across her face. You have never seen Sana this unsure in your life. Usually, she is always this confident girl, but right now, it seems like she's scared for your reaction.

You smile back and still in front of Sana. Silence fills up the space. Neither of you is sure how to start this conversation. You don't know what to say or how to open up this topic. Sana, let's out a deep breath.

"So you've read the letter?"

You nod and pull it out of your pocket as proof. Sana nods and looks at you curiously.

"Well, what do you have to say?"

"I, uhm, I honestly don't know. All of this is new to me. I've never had anyone confess to me. If I'm honest, I don't know why you're into me. I mean, there's not much to like about me."

Sana stares at you in disbelief. She steps closer and takes your hand. Her eyes meet yours. Her brown orbs sparkle a little.

"Are you kidding me? You're such a wonderful person, I don't get how people don't like you. There should be people standing in a line to date you. Even if you're nerdy or if you're not that popular. I think you're perfect. You're just right the way you are."

Your eyes fill up with adoration. Sana has just the right words to swoon you. Butterflies errupt in your stomach and spread a tingly feeling in your body. You giggle and hide your face in your hands.

Sana grins and takes your hands from your face again.

"So what do you say? Are you up for a date?"

You take a moment to think about it. After some consideration, you nod slowly. Sana excitedly jumps around and laughs happily.

"I honestly thought you would dump me after the project. Most people did that, so I was unsure about you and your friends staying."

Sana stops and frowns.

"I would've never done that. That's just low. Anyone who did that should be ashamed of themselves."

You smile. Sana takes your hand. The two of you start walking. Sana chats about all kinds of things while you listen carefully. It's a nice combo. You notice after some time that Sana is walking you home. The path, too engraved in your mind to not notice.

You stop at your house and turn to Sana.

"Thank you."

You shyly smile again. Sana grins and looks at you.

"For asking you out or walking you home?"

"Both."

You giggle and glance at her. Sana leans in and kisses your cheek. The kiss is gentle and soft. It could also be mistaken for a peck with how delicate it is. Your cheeks heat up and turn into a rose pink colour. Sana steps away from you and winks before walking off. She waves one last time before rounding the corner.

You step inside your house and hold the cheek she just kissed. Your other hand reaches for the letter. A smile spreads across your face as you soak up the lovely feeling of Sana's adoration for you.

♡

[doumadono]

EMERGENCY REQUEST

Hii, i was wondering if you could write platonic Aizawa emergency request in which hr has a daughter ho has veen strugling with self harm and su1cidal thoughts, please.

I had been really low latly and i relapes after 7 months of not self harming.

Thanks love 🩷

A/N: I'm so sorry to hear that you've been struggling lately, Nonnie. Remember, setbacks are a part of recovery, and it's okay to ask for help when you need it. You've made progress before, and you can do it again. Sending you love and support ♥

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Aizawa is incredibly protective and caring towards you, his precious daughter.

He always makes time for you, even with his busy schedule as a pro hero and teacher at U.A.

Aizawa is observant, noticing even the slightest changes in your behavior.

One day, he accidentally walks in on you wrapping your wrists in bandages after harming yourself, and he's filled with terror.

Despite his fear, he immediately approaches you, sitting down beside you on the bed. "What's going on?" he asks straightforwardly, his voice laced with concern. "Why are you doing this to yourself, sweetheart"

You look up at him, your Y/E/C eyes filled with pain and uncertainty. "I... I just can't handle it anymore," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. You explain that the pressure of hero studies and internships has been weighing heavily on you, and you don't know know how to cope anymore. "One day, I accidentally hurt my hand... and... it felt so good... like all my stress was relieved," you begin, tears streaming down your flushed face. "So I started doing this... from time to time... and... I couldn't stop... I was punishing myself for not being perfect, daddy," you say, your sobs becoming uncontrollable.

Aizawa listens attentively, his heart breaking at the thought of his daughter struggling alone. Without hesitation, he offers his unwavering support, reassuring you that you're not alone in this, his strong arms wrapping tightly around your trembling form as he offers you the tightest hug he can.

You hug him back tightly, whimpering, "I'm sorry, daddy, I'm so sorry!"

As you're held in his arms, you don't notice the tears streaming down Shota's face as he comforts you. He soothes you with gentle words and his presence, rocking you back and forth in his arms. "You're perfect just the way you are," he assures, clearing his throat to hide the hoarseness in his tone from the tears he shed for you. "We're in this together. You're not alone. We're a team. Always remember that you can come to me with all your problems, even the ones that seem small or irrelevant. Your problems are mine too. I'm your dad, and I'll do whatever I can to help you. Always."

You nod, listening to your dad's words. "I didn't want to bother you with..."

He interrupts you, shushing you, gently cupping your wet cheeks in his hands and making you meet his gaze. "You are never a bother. Never. You're my entire world, babygirl."

Aizawa makes sure to prioritize your well-being, adjusting his schedule to spend more time with you and offering words of encouragement whenever you need them.

He often says sweet little things like "I love you, sweetheart" or "you mean the world to me." He also praises your efforts, saying things like "you did very well on this test. I know you worked hard for a good grade, but even if it's not what you expected, remember that grades don't define your skills, knowledge, or spirit."

Through your journey, Aizawa learns to open up more to you, strengthening your bond and creating a safe space for you to express all of your feelings.

Even though Aizawa is hesitant at first, after realizing the seriousness of the situation, he doesn't hesitate to ask his friends for help.

And of course, they respond.

Hizashi visits Aizawa's apartment every day, bringing groceries and always having a little sweet snack for you that he knows you enjoy.

Despite the challenges you both face, Aizawa remains by your side, ready to support you through every step of your recovery journey.

[lcmonriize]

˖！⩩﹕៹࣪ THE MISUNDERSTANDINGS bang chan ver ! . . . in which you break up with him because of a misunderstanding. angst, sad ending. requests open !!

an unsent message. that was all it took for you to finally snap. you and bang chan had been together for about a year or two now and you were well aware of his busy schedule, one that usually didn't bother you, except during times in which he'd need to raincheck, which was about always. none of the times escalated to as far as you standing outside a restaurant, in the rain with a phone that wasn't turning on, absolutely shattered. where was he? it had been 5 hours and you could not contact anyone and he was nowhere to be found.

out on his side, he had just finished recording with the guys, with a tired smile as he could finally spend the rest of his night with you, all cuddled up by the television with some snacks. especially to make up for his latest raincheck, surely a nice night in would make up for it. as he went to message you to assure you he was on his way, he noticed an unsent message in the bar,

'I'm sorry, baby. we'll be a little late today. by the time I get there the restaurant will be closed, I'll make it up to you, okay? ♥"

shit.

the unsent message and your lack of replies could only mean one thing. you were at the restaurant, probably confused about why he accidentally stood you up.

bang chan hurried over to the restaurant to find you sitting under one of the umbrella-covered chairs, holding your knees to shield yourself from the cold. you met his gaze and immediately you saw red.

"where were you?" you stand up, walking closer to him, shivering from the cold.

"I'm sorry I was at the studio... I- I thought-" your eyes widened with anger, a sharp gasp causing him to stop.

"at the studio? so you're telling me, I was in the pouring rain for hours, trying to contact you and you ignored me because you were, at the studio. " the words left your mouth with bitter undertones, your eyes beginning to tear up from being overwhelmed.

"just take me home, chris."

there was an uncomfortable silence for a bit as he drove, happy together playing silently in the background, leaving a loud contrast from what you were really feeling.

"I think... I think we should break up" it was comforting to hear your voice again, but also scary as he felt his heart quicken with fear.

"w-what...? why aren't we okay?" he glances at you, trying to keep his focus on the road ahead but he surely can't when there's an ache in his hands at your words

"okay? chris, i wanna be more than okay. I feel like this" you gesture to the both of you. "this is causing you even more stress than you should be having and I don't think I can handle this either."

he's silent for a bit, the heart-shattering in his chest loud enough for someone to hear if close enough.

"but- we were fine before, right? I thought you said my job wasn't gonna affect us" he is frantic, his words coming out in a hurry.

"there's a difference between you rain-checking and not checking on me whilst I'm in the rain" It was a joke, delivered in a heartbroken harsh manner but it was still something, right?

"I forgot to send you the message, I'm sorry." his face is worried, reasonably of course as he makes a stop at your home, the home you've had ever since you two were together.

" I understand that. and to prevent it, this is what I'm doing, chris." and before he can even try reasoning with you, you're shutting the door in his face, rushing into your home, leaving him there with both heartbreak and regret

[mysticficti0n]

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Talk to me

warnings- swearing, confession, drinking, smoking weed, (they're like 18 in this), petname, "enemies" to lovers, rude!tom to sassy!sappy!Fluffy!tom

NOT PROOF READ BC ITZ LITERALLY 1:45 AM AND I'M TIRED 👺

words- 897

I slammed my cards onto the table seeing Tom huff in disappointment "loser!" I sang "now I get the €30 you promised me if I won" the boy shoved a hand into his pocket pulling the cash out and practically throwing it at me

"how do you always fucking win its fucking stupid- you're literally dumb as shit and can barley count and now scammed me of €30- I'm going for a smoke so I'll be back in a sec... fucking hate this god damn game" Tom rose from his spot at the table and walked up the stairs to who knows where, I looked toward Georg who shrugged and grabbed the vodka that was sitting openly on the island, the rest of us carried on playing until Tom's sec turned into an hour, the boys had migrated from the kitchen to the living room and slouched on the sofa giggling half asleep watching MTV but the thought of Tom being alone didn't leave my mind as much as I hated him I wondered if he was okay

"I'm gonna go for a smoke" I patted Gustav's shoulder while he cried in hysterics as Bill fell from his seat dropping his drink over his jeans "ugh" I sighed double stepping the stairs, I walked down the hallway until I reached Tom's room and pushed the door open slightly, I could see his window open and him sat on the roof with swirls of smoke cascading into the air from his lips. I went to the window and crawled out "hey you've been awhile" he hummed followed by a snotty breath

"what do you want Y/n?" his voice quivered "I really don't feel like fucking talking right now" I looked to him, eyes red not just from being high but tear streaks lay across his skin which he tried to rub away with his damp sleeve

"woah I came to check on you after the cards aftermath" I held my hands up in surrender seeing him turn away and bring the bud to his lips again "pass it to me" lazily his hand hung toward me holding the end to me as I tuck a suck from it feeling the air fill my chest "so whats on your mind?"

"did you not hear me literally twenty seconds ago?" I shook my head pushing myself up the roof to sit next to him "you really piss me off Y/n you know that"

"yeah I get that impression a lot from you" I joked finding myself funny "I mean I don't really like you much either but I feel I hide it better" a small 'oh' left the boy, my eyes flicked to him finding his already on me "'oh' what?" I asked

"nothin'" I cocked my head to him making his tough persona drop "well I was gonna apologise for being a dick to you half the time but I mean after you said that I take my shit back" a little laugh chirped in my ear making me smile

"no I'm sorry I like you but you just never seem to like me so I thought we'd have just like a mutual dislike to each other you know and I mean you called me a dumb so..." I took the and of the bud out his hands and lifted it to my lips taking the last drag before throwing it somewhere

"well I mean I like you... quiet a bit actually but erm I just thought I wouldn't have a chance" I turned my body to face him as I breathed out the last of the smoke "I know its stupid"

"no... I don't think so, just a misunderstanding" he nodded and the air seemed to become really thick "so..." our eyes Locked together as two small chuckles left us "I'm sorry" I began seeing the boy shake his head

"shut up it's not your fault.. well not all of it" I faked to be offended shoving his shoulder slightly "Ow my shoulder!" he cooed

"oh be quite dumbass" I quipped feeling his hand jab at my side "Hey that actually hurt!" I called pushing his hand away

"yeah did it?" he played mocking my voice

"did it did it" I mimicked and he shut up "thats what I thought" I spoke flicking my hair away from my face

"be quiet Y/n" he sneered as I turned to him "what?"

"make me" in a swift movement his hand was under my chin holding me inches away from his lips and my heart stopped

"quiet now huh?" he toyed with his pricing while looking at me "silent even" I smirked in his grip and pushed myself closer "what are you doing?"

"making you shut up" I pressed my lips to his and felt him relax into me, his hand leaving my jaw and going to my waist as I hooked an arm around his neck "good boy" I hummed into the kiss feeling the heat of his face burn onto mine, the two of us pulled away with a small smile

"well... is that what will happen if I say sorry?" I nodded letting my hand that was around his neck trail down his back "mh- Y/n?" I smiled to him "I'm so fucking sorry you know- really really sorry in fact- like so so so so sorry"

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event v2024

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: cis fem Character: Marco / Silvers Rayleigh (Writer's Choice!) Vibe: NSFW Consensual (Writer's Choice!) AU: Canon AU (Writer's choice!) Prompt: Trying Again (exes getting back together) (Writer's Choice!) Gift Giver: @anon-germany

Summary: It's been a few years since your paths have crossed, but after five years maybe it was time to try again.

Content Notes: threesome, alcohol, vaginal sex, oral sex, going until the sun comes up

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

You hadn’t expected to see him again. You certainly hadn’t expected to see both of them again, especially not in the same place at the same time. But there they were.

Rayleigh noticed you first, leaning back against the bar while he’d been chatting with Marco. He sees you, but doesn’t seem to say anything to the bird. You’re in the doorway so, if you wanted, you could turn and walk out.

Something tells you that Ray would let you leave, if leaving was what you wanted to do.

You hadn’t parted ways from Marco because you wanted to. You’d only drifted away from Ray because he reminded you of the other. It had been the three of you, so often, that it was hard to see one without thinking of the other.

But duty to his captain had pulled Marco away again and again, and you hadn’t been able to wait. Rayleigh was always a wanderer. He and Shakky had an open relationship, so there wasn’t any guilt there, but he wasn’t the constant in your life.

Marco was.

Something in Rayleigh’s expression, or maybe something in your heart, had you moving toward the bar. The old man turned his head toward Marco and said your name, even if you couldn’t hear them yet over the din of the other people at the bar, you knew the shape of your name on his lips.

There’s no change in Marco’s body language, ever able to keep his cool, you weren’t surprised to see he was even better at it now. Nerves twist your stomach a little, worry gnawing at the edges of your resolve, fear that what had felt like a mutual understanding was more one-sided than you thought.

Maybe Marco didn’t want to see you again.

Before your steps could falter he turned in his seat and greeted you with a smile. Bright and easy, none of the small tells that gave away when he was actually straining or stressed. You relaxed, returning the smile and joining the two of them at the bar.

Times had changed, and it took hours to catch up on it all. What you spoke about covered nearly five years of time since the last you’d seen one another. Your adventures, their adventures. The losses, and victories. Long conversation turned into long drinks, and the drinks and time dissolved the soft barriers that had come up around the three of you. Your hand on Marco’s leg when you laughed at a joke, turned into his fingers resting against your back.

By the time Rayleigh suggested the three of you go somewhere more private, you were sitting in Marco’s lap, your feet resting on Rayleigh’s thighs. It was just that easy.

Once in a room of your own, little slows you down. Rayleigh and Marco have you out of your clothes before you can even tug the sash away from their pants. Soft kisses press against your skin as the two gentlemen kiss from your fingertips to your shoulders, their hands caressing all but the most sensitive of places.

You shift easily between the two, reveling in the dance as they finally begin to disrobe. Fingers, lips, and tongues wander until your lips press against his. Teal blue eyes burn in your vision and the shaky breath between you is enough to know.

Rayleigh’s cock presses against your dripping entrance as he and Marco guide you down onto his lap. Rayleigh has your legs and Marco kneels between you both, stealing kisses down your chest as you settle your back against Ray’s chest.

Five years and you’re still so tight he coos.

Still so small and sweet he says.

Rayleigh’s legs keep yours spread wide as his rough hands tease your nipples, hot kisses against your neck as Marco licks your clit, his hands on your thighs. One of your hands is buried in Rayleigh’s long hair, urging his kisses at your neck to sink more deeply. Your other hand teases Marco’s hair, keeping the few locks swept aside so you can see the flicker in his eyes from between your legs.

You rode Marco’s tongue, and Rayleigh’s cock with the same movements, blood rushing and breath falling from your lips hot and needy. The sweet keening of your moans spurs them on. Nails leave bruising half-moons, and sharp teeth dig fleeting marks into your skin.

Rayleigh helps you keep your pace as pleasure stutters your hips, and Marco nibbles and sucks your throbbing clit as your body goes taut. Nothing muffles your sweet cry as your body shudders in orgasm.

You lose track of who is where. It doesn’t matter, pleasure is the focus of the evening, and so you lick, stroke, and accept whoever comes near. Greedy words fall from your lips, and sweet sentiments of praise lick hot against your ears.

Eventually it’s just you and him. Those teal blue eyes that flicker into your mind despite the haze. The sweet warm voice that vibrates against your skin as he kisses everything he can reach. The deep throb as he buries himself inside you again, and again, and again. Flames soothe the marks in your skin, relieve the ache from repeated rounds from your cunt and thighs.

Marco’s stamina becomes yours, even as the healing slakes its payment from your reserves.

You’ll never keep up, but this way you can last longer. This way you can sing for him until the sun breaks the horizon and glistens against your sweaty bodies. This way pleasure and need can drip down your thighs in equal measure.

“Again,” you murmur, limbs barely moving despite your efforts.

“Tomorrow.” Marco hums in response, pulling you up against his chest and kissing you gently.

“It already is tomorrow,” you grin, moaning against his lips as his fingers slip along your spine.

“It is already today, yoi.” He corrects, kissing the tip of your nose. “Come back with me.”

“Mm, to the island?”

“Yeah.”

“No battles?”

“No more, yoi.”

“Gonna make me coffee in the mornin’?”

“Yeah.”

“We can watch the stars at night?”

He nods, kissing your forehead. “Whenever you want.”

“Yeah.” You sigh. Your lips press together as you let yourself get a little lost in his eyes. “Hey. Say it.”

Marco smiles. “I love you, yoi.”

[fuckmejakekiszka]

ALWAYS BY YOUR SIDE

This is my first time writing obscenities here and I’m still a little nervous. English is not my native language, so forgive me for possible mistakes. I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you like it too.

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Summary: You have been friends since high school and a memorable event has always kept you together. After a fight with your current boyfriend, Jake comforts you and some memories emerge making you question your real feelings about him.

ALWAYS BY YOUR SIDE

Characters: Jake x Fem!Reader

5k words

Warnings: 18+ as always. Obscenities of all kinds, body insecurity, bullying.

You're in your room dressed in a Rolling Stones t-shirt, which is your favorite. It's late and you just hope to end this exhausting day by reading a few pages of your bedside book before falling asleep. The next day you have to go to work. You feel bad because you fought with Mike, your idiot boyfriend, for the tenth time. “He won’t change!” you think.

You don't understand because you always forgive him and each time you tell yourself that it's the last time and exceeding your personal limits only makes you more distressed. You take out your book “Cirano de Veryerac” and sit down with your legs on top of each other. You open it to continue reading, when the sound of the doorbell interrupts you.

“Is it him? I hope he’s not such an idiot!” you think. You get up, putting the book aside, and put on your cow slippers. Well, they are the most comfortable. You open the door to your room and walk down the brown wooden stairs.

When you reach the front door, you let out a soft sigh as you open it. You are surprised to see him there in front of you with that beautiful smile and those caramel eyes. His hair is slightly disheveled as if he hadn't combed it since yesterday. He wears a beige fabric shirt and moss green vintage pants along with his old Vans flip-flops that haven't been white for a long time.

"Hi! I brought your favorite ice cream! And these chocolates too! Can I stop by?" He says without stopping smiling.

Jake, your best friend, your lifesaver, is always there when you need him. He is like a hero to you. You've known each other since high school. He has always been with you in the best and worst of times.

Even though he formed a band with his brothers and his friend, Danny, he always worries about you. Even though he's on tour, he's always there. "You don't know how happy I am to see you!" You tell him, throwing yourself into his arms. You almost dropped your ice cream, he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a tight hug. "Calm down, honey! I'm here because I know you need me." He tells you in a sweet voice. As sweet as those chocolates he gave you.

"Thank you! That idiot!" You tell him as tears start to well up in his eyes. He supports you in his arms and takes you to the living room towards the couch. You both sit down and he brushes your wet hair away from your face. "Don't cry about that asshole, honey. I don't even know why you're still with him." He tells you, frowning.

"You're always right!" You tell him, opening the box of chocolates to devour one. You take one that has a rectangular shape and put it in your mouth, it's delicious and there are almonds inside. "Honey, you're too much of a woman for him!"

"Yes, I know! He always finds a way to convince me! But I've had enough! And this time I won't forgive him!" You tell him, leaving the box of chocolates on the table in front of you. You are so upset with yourself for letting your feelings get away with you. Jake watches you silently, he always does this. And sometimes you feel like that look undresses you. He makes you feel confused.

"Next Friday we have a show. I'll send it to you. Richard will come and get you." He says breaking the silence and changing the subject to distract you. "Great! The tour for the new album has started. I'm so happy for you." You place your hand in his, grateful that he insists on your presence. Possibly this is more for you than for him.

"Say no more! Be ready at 6pm. That's not an invitation!" You always felt protected when he was around.

It was late and you could see the tiredness in his eyes, but he still came to see you. He knew you weren’t okay without you even telling him. He always knew when you were sick, if you felt bad or just hurt. You don't understand how you got to this level of connection.

You feel calmer being with him, always showing you his support. You get up and go to the kitchen. Before the ice cream finishes melting, you put it in the fridge. You walk out of the kitchen and grab him by the shoulders. "You look very tired. Stay! Let's go to bed. Then you can get some rest." You tell him giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Okay! I'm exhausted." He lets out a yawn that was heard throughout the house. You laugh loudly, holding your belly, you can't help it, you look like an animal. "You are a bad girl!" He tells you, laughing too.

He climbs the stairs after you and you walk to the room at the end of the hallway.

"Now I'm one of your grouppies!" You scoff at him as you open the door.

"You were my first grouppie, honey." He says throwing himself on the bed.

“The best, the most special,” you reply.

"Then I think you're already deluding yourself." He pulls you by the waist and throws you onto the bed right next to him.

He strokes your hair and starts giving you small kisses on the top of your head. You feel so safe in his arms, you know that nothing and no one would hurt you being with him. Suddenly you remember when you were eighteen and the secret that brought you together. "Jake, make love to me."

He looks at you in surprise, his eyes light up as he looks at you with a sideways smile, he continues stroking your hair. Letting out a soft sigh he stops you. "Kitten, we swore we wouldn't do that again."

"Jake, I know! And I don't think you've ever forgotten that." You tell him, rubbing circles with your finger on his chest.

"Kitten, how can I forget this?!" He says with a mischievous smile and your cheeks turn red.

Letting your horniness and impulsiveness act, you run your hands down his abdomen and shyly stroke his cock.

You feel him hard under your touch but he puts his hand over yours and brings it to the pillow between your faces. You feel your stomach in your throat as you see a slight smile form on his lips as his eyes look down. A memory perhaps? Nervousness takes over you and you carefully calculate your next words, but he seems to read your mind and comfort your restless thoughts. “I still think about it, Y/N.” He seems to be waiting for your response. You have a lot to say, but your embarrassed version is definitely not the best articulater. He looks at you for the longest seconds of the night and the light of his phone notifying you of a message disperses your vision of him. You instinctively look for your cell phone between the sheets and see above your eyes “Mike❤: I miss you…”. He seems to have seen it too because he gets up and heads towards the bathroom.

"Great!" You groan, leaving your cell phone on the bedside table, setting the alarm clock and leaving Mike to answer tomorrow. You take off your leggings and cover yourself with the duvet, turning to Jake's side. You hear the doorknob click and try to read his expression as he returns to the bed taking off his pants and shirt, leaving him in just a pair of boxer shorts. You watch his back facing the light from the window as he folds the clothes on the dresser. “It’s not polite to watch, princess.”

“Great… again!”

(One hour later…)

You move around during the night looking for a more relaxing position in the small space, you tend to spread out more on the mattress but you are afraid of waking you up. It doesn't seem like it helped much because you hear him say in a whisper, extending his arm toward you, “Come here, kitten.” You look at him, his eyes still closed, and align yourself in the space between his arm and his right dorsal, resting your head on his shoulder. The warmth of his body immediately comforts you. You try to focus on his breathing and how his chest moves beneath your hands. His skin is tanned, his nipple is small and pink. His eyes roam his body in your line of vision. His neck with a few strands of hair falling out, his Adam's apple moving to the rhythm of his slow breathing. The musky smell of tobacco cologne permeating his skin. Your pussy is already wet and your thighs contract in search of some relief and your mind visits that night when everything happened.

Graduation was in two weeks. You've decided between three acceptance letters from different colleges. Studying art history has always been a dream since your father took you to exhibitions and museums and it was also one of the best memories of your childhood before he left. You could dedicate yourself to studying something that really makes sense to you. Jake always supported you in this decision, he knew what it was like to pursue a career based on passion and intuition, going against people's expectations. You always wanted you to study at university together, but he got a contract to record an album and decided to dedicate himself fully to the first step of your dream. You believed in him and clearly saw a future rock star in the countless rehearsals in the garage where you spent the afternoon with him and his brothers. Jake was always your best friend and your shoulder to cry on during the many romantic disappointments you had as teenagers.

It's not like he never has girlfriends. On the contrary, you saw him receiving more and more attention from girls as he adopted his own style and gained the confidence of a boy who was becoming a man. The time he joined the football team was especially hectic. He dated practically every girl in your year, some of the most popular ones, which made you constantly compare yourself. But he was always by your side and having him as your personal protector made you be more careful about being around any boy at school. Some of your friends on the team had already asked you out, but he always seemed to make you unavailable to them. So he let them think the two of you were dating, not that there weren't already rumors about it. One time, Jake got into a fight because one of the guys in the locker room made disrespectful comments about your body. Jake didn't give many details about it, he wanted to protect you and you didn't ask anything else.

Jake's biggest fear since then was seeing boys share the intimacy they had with you. He said you were too good for anyone there. You had a few dates with guys, but nothing that lasted longer than two weeks. Some of them Jake met and you used to take them on double dates with Jake's girlfriend of the week. You, however, were always reserved with sex, it didn't go much further than kisses and some caresses in the back seat of your car. You wanted your first time to be with someone you trusted and who didn't just want to fuck you. Jake, on the other hand, has always been very sexual and you've heard of some of his exploits among the girl group at school. This made you curious and a little jealous, but you preferred to keep those things to yourself.

And everything was relatively easy until that night. Their parents were away for a family reunion, but the boys preferred to spend the weekend with friends. Josh was at a party with his theater colleagues. Sam was going to spend the night with some girls at his friend Danny's house. Jake, on the other hand, was going to a party with his popular friends and invited you to join him, but decided to spend time with you when you said you'd rather enjoy these weeks before graduation busy with your things.

You knew that within a few days you would have no reason to keep in touch with almost any of these people, so there was no point in engaging in any more of the boring gossip and potentially dangerous nonsense they would do after the third glass of tequila.

Jake suggested a quiet movie night at your house and you reluctantly agreed, feeling guilty for messing up your plans for that Saturday. But he insisted and said he would add some of his comforting films to the evening's itinerary.

And you went there. It was 6pm on a hot night and you decided to wear one of your summer dresses, one of the few that Jake hadn't seen you wear yet. You thought you would end up sleeping there and warned your mother not to worry. You figured you'd end up wearing some of Jake's old band shirts, so you didn't bother packing something more comfortable in your bag. You decided to make an apple pie, Jake's favorite, a simple thank you for doing something so kind for you today. He would probably end up devouring this in less than an hour if he spent the night smoking joints.

You arrive at the Kiszka house around 6:40 pm and Jake greets you with a tight hug. The way he places his hand just below your waist on the thin fabric of your dress, unintentionally groping for the strap of your panties makes a slight shiver run down your thighs. He takes a good look at you “Kitten, all this for me?” The question makes you blush because deep down you know that today it took you longer to get ready than the other days when you showed up there in sweats and he seems a little perplexed by that. He thanks her for the gift, taking the pie to the kitchen and smiles “This will come to an end later.” You'd rather wait for him on the couch, snuggling between the pile of pillows and realizing he favorited “Vanilla Sky” on TV.

You love naive Sophia and how she and Dave really connect in a universe of superficialities. "Did you find what you were looking for?" Jake laughs and walks over to you to lean next to you on the couch. He starts the movie and you get lost for the next hour in your favorite scenes. Every now and then you catch him distracted, looking into your eyes, fascinated by the lines that you have already memorized after having seen them dozens of times.

"What is wrong?" You ask him.

“Nothing, you're cute when you're busy with something you like,” he replies, “sometimes I can't believe this is one of the last times.”

“Jake, I’ll still be in town. The university is only 2 hours away”

“I know, but you will be busy with your things, you will have your new friends and we will end up seeing each other only on the weekends, and then in a few months and finally only at Christmas.”

“Jake, don't say that, you know that It's not going to be like that and besides, the one who's going to end up traveling the world on tour will be you, Mr. Rockstar”

“Hey, that still scares me...” He pauses in reflection for a few seconds and adds “Whatever the case may be, we will still be here for each other. Promise?"

“I promise, Jakey,” you lean back into him, falling with your head on the pillow in his lap. He stretches a little to the coffee table and takes a small joint out of his wallet. He lights it with his lighter metal in your mouth and take a drag. From your angle, you are distracted for a few seconds, looking at him as the smoke slowly leaves your lips. He hands you the joint, placing it between your lips, holding it in your mouth hand. You feel your stomach drop as you hold his fingers that are brushing your lips for a moment. You're not sure if it was intentional or not until the second he breaks the silence and says "Do you think you will meet someone in college?"

“I don't know, Jake. I think I've lost hope." Taking a little more courage thanks to marijuana, he adds: “Have you never been curious?” A little nervous about the unknown territory of this conversation (Jake has never gone so deep into his intimidation) you say nothing “I prefer not to think about it” and the other question catches you completely off guard “Have you ever imagined us?” You feel the blood in your temples and when you look up you catch him staring at your exposed legs and back up at your face. “I don’t know, Jake” and let a hint of jealousy that you hide so much take over your words “No more than what I heard in the gossip in the bathroom mirror from some of your little friends.” He laughs in disbelief and struggles to understand what's behind your taunt. “Does this make you jealous, kitten?”

“I’m not your girls, Jake,” you assert yourself, “I don’t want a boy getting into my pants like you or anyone else at school.”

Only after you finish do you process the poison of your own words. But you prefer silence rather than apologizing. That’s why his next words give you a pang in your chest “I never gave you reason to think that about me, Y/N. I’m really sorry."

Seeing him so vulnerable disarms you and you seize the moment of sincerity and say “I'm jealous, Jake. I don’t like imagining other girls touching you” and so you protect yourself once again, “but I know we’re friends…”

“I think about you too, Y/N.” His confession takes you by surprise.

He loses himself within himself for a moment and adds: “— I think I never let anyone get close to you because I wanted you for myself.” He gently runs his fingers down your face and presses your lips against his. It's sweet and pleading, your tongue silently asking for permission to explore your mouth and you let it do so. It tastes like mint and marijuana. He makes love to your mouth, his tongue caressing the roof of your mouth. You give in and are at his mercy, reaching out to feel him, one hand resting on his neck and the other on the back of his neck, gently squeezing his hair, a few strands falling onto you. When he pulls away from you, he gently bites your bottom lip, leaving a light strand of saliva between your mouths.

He presses his forehead against yours, his eyes never leaving yours, and whispers into your lips, “Can I touch you, beautiful?”

You nod your eyes, but he wants to be sure “I need you to use your words, kitten”

“Yes.”

You feel his hands on your bent knees sliding up and lightly caressing your thighs. “Have you pleasured yourself yet, Y/N?”

You give the answer with your shy look and he brushes your bangs out of your face with his thumb and kisses your forehead. He gently brushes his nose against yours on his way to your mouth and kisses you again, this time with a little more fervor and you a little more used to his tongue deep and warm inside you. You can’t help but wonder how this could be a glimpse of his cock meeting you.

Suddenly everything seems so right. Jake, the boy who was always with you and now the man you saw him become and desire is the one you trust with your body. You try not to get lost in your thoughts and focus on him in your mouth. You feel your body go cold as you feel his warm fingertips tracing the edges of your panties across your crotch. As he traces your covered vulva you notice that your wet pussy has flooded the fabric and it makes you nervous. He feels your body tense and breaks the kiss. “It’s okay, just relax for me.” He slides his fingers with a little more pressure on the wet cotton and the contact with your covered clit makes you let out a moan straight into his mouth. He moves with you still lying on his lap, pulling your skirt up to your waist and watching his fingers massage your bundle of nerves.

The position allows him to look directly at the your lying face and see its reaction to each his finger movement. He takes his fingers to his mouth and moistens them with a generous portion of saliva and passes his hand under the waistband of your panties, making the first contact with your naked pussy. The thumb remains making circular movements over the clitoris while the index finger descends towards its entrance. Your soul seems to want to leave your body, but his other hand rests on the side of your head, stroking your hair. He looks at you and you understand what he is asking of you, his index finger penetrates you and you feel yourself contracting “So tight, kitten”. The feeling of him stretching you for the first time is without a doubt a memory that you will always revisit in your thoughts, you are sure. He moves in and out of you with his finger forming a hook until he touches a place that you didn't even know inside of you, but that makes you contract more each time he touches it there.

You close your eyes and try to savor the new sensation and you are sure that his eyes are attentive to every expression of pleasure you make in his lap. "Is everything okay, kitten?" You feel the loss of contact when you feel him slide your panties down your ankles. You help him release it and he thrusts into you again, this time inserting two fingers into your opening. He enters with a little more difficulty and you feel a slight discomfort but the feeling of pleasure of the two fingers exploring you is overwhelming. He pumps them at a slightly more steady pace. The wet sounds coming from the movements are pornographic and would make you embarrassed with anyone else, but it's him and you decide to give yourself to him and everything he gives you without reservation.

You feel like your body wants to explode as his fingers continually hit that sweet spot inside you. You instinctively try to grab his hand to slow down, but he grabs your wrist and you open your eyes to see him with his eyes closed and his mouth open, his cock completely rigid beneath you "Just let it come, beautiful."

Seeing him like this for you is what makes you fall apart around him. “Jake, I’m…” He kisses you and silences you as your body calms down.

He moves your body along with his and stands in front of you, picking you up and hugging you and aligning your legs around his waist, carrying you on his lap. He drags you to his room, you get rid of your dress by pulling it around your neck, leaving you completely naked to him. He lays you down on the messy bed and hovers over you. He immediately gets rid of his pants and shoes, leaving them lying on the floor. He looks at you, exposed to him like never before, slides her hand down your breasts to your belly. “ You’re so perfect, Y/N. Every bit of your body.” He takes off his shirt, leaving him only in his underwear and a drop of pre-cum is visible. He kisses you once more, trailing down your neck and gently sucking on the flesh. He positions himself between your legs, placing one of them on your shoulders. Just his hot breath on your wet pussy makes you shiver.

He calmly devours you, as if touching something sacred. He brushes your clit with his tongue in circular motions that make you squirm on the bed. He places his hands on your waist, holding you on the bed for him in that position. He takes your left nipple between his fingers, making you hiss. As his tongue moves down to explore your entrance, his nose brushes your clit.

The double contact on your sensitive spots drags you straight to the second orgasm. You tighten your thighs around him and cum hard. Without control of your body, your hands grip his hair to steady yourself. Jake looks at you still between your legs, his liquid completely covering your lips and chin making them shine.

He runs his fingers gently over the surface of your open, quivering pussy from overstimulation. “Calm down, kitten. It's okay". He opens his mouth and runs his tongue along the long strip that runs from your clit to your ass, collecting the rest of your juice, looking directly at you. His tongue is dripping. He kisses you tenderly, making you taste yourself on his tongue.

He whispers against your lips “Do you still want this? I can only have this, S/N.” “I want it, Jake.” You see him drop his underwear revealing his member, it is pink, thick and bigger than you imagined, which scares you a little. He pumps himself three times, his cock dripping from the tip and leaking between his fingers. His mouth opens and his head falls back a little, revealing his need, he has been hard for a long time and has allowed himself to just take care of you. He places his hands around your head and brings his face closer to yours. His stomach feels cold when you feel him lining himself up with your entrance.

“I won’t hurt you, I promise” and he kisses your forehead “Tell me if you want to stop.”

“Okay, Jake.”

He presses himself against you and you feel the head of his cock opening you up for him. He stops there, giving you a few seconds to get used to the new sensation. He continues sliding into your opening, his thick member stretching you, your wet walls welcoming him and easing the slight burning sensation that takes over when he reaches your collon. “You’re so tight, Y/N.” He moans into your ear. You run your hands down his face as he rests his forehead against you, “So hot, kitten.” Your mouths meet again, he gently sucks your tongue and begins to caress your entire face with his open lips, his warm wet breath touching your skin. “Can I move?” You nod. He runs his hand down your back and hips and aligns your left leg around his waist, opening you up a little more for him, stopping his hand on your thigh, gently squeezing your flesh. He hits you once weakly, as if testing if you find this bearable.

Your hands are on his back, your nails lightly scratching the skin as he begins to thrust at a slow pace. It's soft, like his dick is getting to know you. He opens his mouth slowly and your eyes roll back as he intensifies the pace a little more. “You look like satin, Y/N.” He pulls away from your body and lifts himself up a little, looking at where your bodies are connected, admiring how his pelvis meets yours and how deep he is in you.

Suddenly it all seems too much for you to take in, the sight of his cock glistening with your wetness sliding in and out of you, seeing him working so beautifully for your pleasure with a fucked up expression, not believing that you ended the night giving for your best friend.

You want him less gentle. “Faster, Jake. I need you more deeply.” He looks at you with bright eyes, revealing the effect your blatant request had on him. “Y/N…” He speeds up his thrusts into your hips, his gaze never leaving yours.

The sound of your wet bodies colliding, the creaking of the mattress and headboard hitting the wall with your labored breaths add a more chaotic atmosphere to the crying mess you've become. Your moan is obscene and fragile, which awakens Jake's dominance even more, who now eats you with more urgency. His strokes are longer and harder, the head of his cock frantically hitting the perfect spot on you. Every time he hits you there you wince at him making him back away just to hit you again. He aligns himself in the space between your head and neck, his sweaty hair plastered to his forehead and his eyebrows creased. “Fuck…” He’s close but he wants to make you come before him “Y/N, come one more time for me… on my cock.” The pace is unbearable, your pussy clenching around him. You feel weak and break down screaming his name. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm, his thrusts becoming more languid and erratic seeking his own end after you. And then with a grunt of relief he cums, leaving you filled with him, painting your walls with his cum. He stays inside you for a few more moments, while his breathing stabilizes and he recovers... Your head is still foggy with what just happened until he kisses you and pulls out of you. The sheets beneath you are wet with sweat, your mixed release and some blood, as well as the length of his cock. You look at him in amazement and he touches your face tenderly: “It’s normal, it’s okay”

And that's how you remember falling asleep, curled up in his arms, like now...

You push away your distant thoughts and turn to him. He has his eyes fixed on you. "Kitten, why are you awake?"

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To be continued... maybe

[mikeeel]

dear diary.. taehyun x fem!reader warnings: use of phones/cameras, blowjob, motor-boating, degrading, praise, idk what else icl minors dni or istg... better with dark mode :)

a/n: i can't stop thinking of tae reading your journal and there's a dedicated bit to you thinking of all the things he could do to you🫠🥴 deffo inspired by the invitation performance & sex with me by rihanna 🤭 not proofread.. sorry if there's any mistakes.

you are lying on your bed, hello kitty pen in hand as you scribble in your journal. biting your lips, you write more furiously, almost with a certain want? but your daydream is interrupted as your phone buzzes with a text from taehyun. tae 🤗  1 new message! hey, i'm here, can u open the door for me? x

you wipe your eyes as you climb out of bed to continue on to the door. until you realise, you look dead and you smell dead and your breathe smells like something dead. so you decide to open the door and text him back.

you: i literally feel like shit, so just wait for me in my bedroom while i take a shower and that. is that okay, taetae? i'll try not 2 b long xox || send^ tae 🤗 1 new message! yeah course, i'll be waiting for you x

you giggle at the x at the end of his message. he's not one to be affectionate, even though you've known him forever. it makes your heart skip a beat, thinking of if you two were together, what messages would he send you? you blush to yourself as you skip away into the shower.

taehyun opens the door and locks it as he comes in. he's been here a dozen times, but everytime it seems your apartment feels more like home everytime. it used to be covered with posters, making it feel like your apartment. but now, taehyun's added alterations. making it feel like you and his apartment. he likes the idea of living with you, maybe more than that. maybe the significance of sleeping in the same bed as you, letting you borrow his clothes.

he smiles to himself as he walks past a landscape photo of you and him on the sea of jeju-si, your bright smile as your hair flows in the picture, lips glossy and dress loose and summery. taehyun's slight smile, cap tilted up as you complained you wouldn't be able to see his face. the shirt you picked for him on, having a heart on the side with a cute smiley face you embroidered. you got it for his birthday. he opens the door to hear you in the shower in your en-suite. "y/n, i'm here!" he says, aiming to have a response from you. "okay tae! i'll be out in about half an hour, i have to do skincare and stuff!!" you excitedly exclaim. you always manage to make him smile with your bubbly personality, your eye smile, he just loves everything about you, even your innocence and how your eyes widen and brighten when you see a stray cat on the street and when you see cute stationery you drag him to come and buy it with you.

he walks around the room as he jumps on the bed. but he realises he lays on something of yours. it's a journal? it has a cinnamoroll, it's a teal kind of colour as he smiles knowing he bought this for you, the saniro pen in the binder. he opens it and sees your handwriting filling the pages. he continues to read the first page. dear diary,

he stops and chuckles under his breath. you made this your diary? that is just the cutest thing ever. he looks down again to read more. today, taehyun got me this journal. he's just so considerate. i love him sooo much! ♥ it's my favourite thing in the entire world. today we went to jeju, and took a picture near the beach. it almost felt like we were a couple, almost.. i want to be with him so bad but i don't want to ruin our friendship! i know he isn't fond of relationships so why would he change that for me? :( he frowns, the only reason he isn't fond of relationships is because he wants to be in a relationship with you. he was going to ask you out in jeju, but he felt as if it wasn't the right time. you had just broken up with your ex, sunwoo. you were torn, but he made sure you had fun at jeju so you could forget about it.

he's soo sweet. he comforted me through my breakup with sunwoo but honestly? i'm glad sunwoo broke up with me. i felt guilty for continuing a relationship i actually didn't want.. taehyun was always the one i wanted.

he gasped. he didn't realise you wanted him for so long. he skims through the book, smiling as he reads through your days in detail. although, he comes across a lack of pages. he looks towards the back as he sees a highlighted pink page headlined in cursive bold handwriting: everything taehyun could do to me 2023 edition ♥

he raises his eyebrows, what do you even mean by that? by god, he shouldn't let curiosity take its path. or maybe he should? fuck it, he turns over the page.

no1: he can bend me over a counter and fuck me until i collapse. backstory: he was cooking for me when i was ill and he didn't have a shirt on but he had an apron on. i wanted him to fuck me sooo bad in that :( ♥

ah. that's what you meant.

no2: he can fuck me in the backseat of his car and take pictures of him ruining me. backstory: we were on the way somewhere, i can't even remember where but he had his tank top on and he reached for something in the back but he couldn't reach all the way so he climbed in the back and got it. but WAIT this is the real kicker, he sat in the backseat, spread his legs and said, this is a real spacious backseat. FUCKKK ♥ And wait.. he took a picture of me from the back seat and was like 'You're so beautiful' I SCREAMED!!!!

no3: he can fuck me in his suit and tie. backstory: he was just wearing a fucking suit and tie??? like, he wasn't even doing anything sexy but existing. the way his muscles were flexing and his hands were veiny.. ughh fuckkk ..

no4: he can fuck me in a changing room using his fingers backstory: he just can :) no5: he can choke me and use me as his own fleshlight backstory: don't ask.... no6: he can overstim me so much i beg to cum on his cock backstory: his smirk, that's it... ghhh no7: he can make me grind on his thigh at dinner with his friends backstory: we were at dinner and my hands were touching his thigh. the way those shorts made his thighs look so muscular mmmh :( ♥

no8: he can cuff me to the bed and eat me out and make me suck him off backstory: he was drinking a daiquiri when we were out drinking. the drink made his lips look glossy and sossossosososo delicious to devour. i'm not sure where the cuff bit came from, maybe the need for him to peg me?.. yum.. ❀

no9: he can fuck me soooo hard and call me names and put his fingers in my mouth backstory: i'm not sure, probably my daydreaminggg :( no10: i need him to undress me, give me the baddest hickeys for everyone to know i'm his.. hmm.. and he can make me scream so loud that his whole dorm hears me, maybe finger me too backstory: i heard soobin and his girlfriend and i wanted that to be me and tae soooo bad.. her moans were pretty but i wonder if they'd be as pretty as mine?

he hears the door unlock while he looks up at you. you have your makeup done with a pink collared shirt and a miniskirt. you love skirts. your eyes widen as you see what he's holding. you run up to him and attempt to snatch the journal away from him, but he's just too fast and makes sure it's out of your reach. you start to cry and beg for him to give the notebook back to you. "please taehyun, please don't read it, please don't," you get on your knees and pull his trousers. your eyes glassy with tears as he just looks down on you with a demeaning look. "what's this, princess?" he says lowly, waving the notebook as you stop speaking, hiccups coming from you. "i'm sorry, i'm really sorry, please don't be mad," you hiccup as you lower your head on his legs.

"i'm not mad, i'm not even angry, my princess. you hear?" he says as he puts a finger under your chin and wipes your tears. you nod, as you stand up and wipe your face. "i'm just curious," taehyun says calmly, as you look up from the floor. "come sit next to me," he pats the space next to him as you tiptoe towards him and lower yourself down onto the bed. "i didn't realise you liked my hands so much sweetheart," he chuckles as he tucks a hair behind your ear. your heart skips a beat, he read the worst bit. you look away, looking at everything but him. he notices this and grabs your head as his eyes are dark. you gulp, getting nervous at the atmosphere, the tension. "erm, well i, i, uhm, i'm," you stumble over your words as you glance at his hands gripping your face, it makes you nervous.

"i've got an idea what we can do today. we can spend the day fulfilling all your wishes, so we're going back to the dorm. how does that sound?" he smiles warmly at you, full of evil intent covered with sweetness like a sour sweet. you nod as you get out of the bed and walk to taehyun's car.

you get in the car as taehyun slides his arm along the back of your seat, looking back as he reverses. you physically scream as that is the hottest thing a man can do. as he successfully reverses, his muscles flex and fingers tapping at the wheel and you rub your thighs together. you can't believe this is actually happening.. the kang taehyun wanting to fuck you how YOU wanted.. it doesn't seem real.

the silence could be cut with a knife as all is heard is the humming of taehyun and his car. you pull off to the side of the road, it seems quite deserted. you look around as the car stops and taehyun turns to look at you.

"how about we start with no2?" taehyun says while looking at you. you grip your skirt as you nod slowly. taehyun climbs in the back and spreads his legs as he looks at you. fuckin' hell. straight out of a novel. so, positively, you say 'fuck it', climb in the back and prepare for the best sex of your life from your best friend of 300 million years.

as soon as you climb in the backseat, his lips hit yours, roaming hands as neediness take over you both. taehyun's teeth bite your neck, leaving pigmented purple marks all over, making your eyes roll back all the way to your damn brain. you're basically brain-dead, like a zombie, except you don't want to eat brains, you want taehyun's dick inside you. you straddle him, as his head goes under your shirt and you silently praise yourself for being too lazy to wear a bra. he licks around the valley of your breast as you are sure he's motorboating your breast without any noises. you actually feel yourself about to combust.

"so pretty, you're my pretty princess, i love your breasts, i love them.." he mumbles and groans and breathes heavily. he seems as needy as you. "so good tae, tae, please please fuck me," you beg as you hold the back of his head as he slowly reappears from under your top. he looks at you like he wants to devour you and eat you up afterwards. he nods as unbuckles his belt, he unzips his trousers and pulls his boxers to his ankles. he tugs at your sweatshirt, as you pull it off. you assume he wants your skirt off too so you go to pull it down but he grabs your hands. "keep your skirt on," he whispers as he slowly moves your hand back to where it originally was. you gasp at the length he manages to have. no wonder he was a prodigy in university.

"i'll make you feel like this is your first," he heaves as he grabs your waist and holds the car door as you scream in lust. the ramming and pure animalistic rutting is enough to make you bust. he flips you on your front, pressing you against the car window, the visible shaking of the car and classic window fogging. it's everything you possibly imagined if not better. you could feel him inside you, sliding in and out at a perfect pace, his fucking handsome and pretty hand gripping your waist and the other holding your hands above you. moaning and whimpering can be heard as you're both contributing into the audio heard in the car. but all of a sudden he stops. you exhale loudly as you whimper at the loss of intercourse.

"i'm sorry princess, you look too pretty right now, ruined all for me. can i take a picture?" he says and you can't even believe that that is the thing that got you to cum. you moan out as your walls flutter and spasm around his cock and juices spluttering out. he obviously stops in surprise as you stutter and groan. "i, fuck, i don't mind, not at all.." your head turns to look at him.

the scene is purely pornographic. his cock still inside you, ass-cheeks red as ever. liquid between your thighs, dripping down. unruly hair, mascara running down your eyes from when you cried from the amount of pleasure taehyun provided. lipstick smudged from kissing as taehyun has lipstick remains on his lips too. your body is covered in hickeys and swollen, hooded eyes. he smiles as he gets his phone and you hear a camera click. no flash, all raw. you smile for the photo lazily as he chuckles and puts his phone down. you look up at him.

"i wanna make you cum, tae," you say as he twitches inside you, clearly trying to keep strong for you. you took note on how he watched your tits from behind slap your torso and back, and when straddling him, he couldn't keep his eyes off how they bounced. taehyun nodded, but he inhaled to ask a question.

"how, baby?" "with my tits," you innocently say as you turn around. you spread your legs provocatively and begin to fondle yourself. rubbing your nipples and kneading your skin. he can't keep his eyes off you. he couldn't be more excited. he doesn't like to admit he's perverted for you. how he looks at your nipples through babytees you wear, when your tits look exceptionally good in vests, when you hug him and your boobs squish against him when hugging his arm and when by accident when you guys were swimming, one of your boobs came free and he came from the thought of it again. he nodded so quickly, he couldn't control himself from how embarrassed he'll be after this. you lower your chest onto his pelvis, as you hold his shaft in between your breast. you spit onto yourself and start moving up and down, as taehyun rolls his head back and starts spewing your name like a broken record.

"y/n, oh my god, fuck, y/n, nobody can do it like you, holy fuck, oh yeah, feels so good, you're such a whore for me," he hastily says as he puts his hand on your cheek. you smile cutely as you lick his tip every time it comes up through your boobs. he grabs the door behind him as he mentally prepares for probably the best orgasm of his life. "y/n, i'm so close, please please, let me cum in your mouth," he begs as you move your boobs down and insert him in your mouth. he cries out your name and spasms and shakes, splashing a future generation in your mouth. you kitten lick his tip as you clearly swallow it all. but he's not finished, he cums another time, but less, on your face. you close your eyes and gasp in surprise. you slowly grab your phone and take a snap of your breast on taehyun and cum on your face, mentally reminding you to send it to him after you're done. you chuckle as you wipe your face off of any left-over semen. you grab your sweatshirt and lazily put it back on and help taehyun with his trousers and his top.

you both climb into the front of the car, unruly hair, marks all over you and red hot bodies. you smile to yourself as you think the day is done.

"before you ask, we're not done. we're on the way to the dorm. how do you fancy a little movie night with all their girlfriends?"

[jeongsoob]

Hello all! So this was so fun to do the first time around so I've opened anonymous asks again to do a new drabble game! I will be hosting the same game on my nsfw blog @heechwe! I'm so excited so I hope you guys like this! ♥︎

Prompts will be crossed out as they are requested. All the groups in my masterlist I write for; any other groups will be disregarded. Requests should look like this:

member + prompt (you may request only one fluff/angst prompt at a time, pls no double dipping)

PROMPTS LIST BELOW (AND WILL BE UPDATED AS I PUBLISH)!

———𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

1) "I can't smile at you, I'm mad."

2) "Can you sing to me?"

3) "How do you always know exactly what I need?" "I pay attention."

4) "I could listen to you all day."

5) "For me, being happy fortunately coincides with making you happy."

6) "I don't think I have ever felt safer than in your arms."

7) "I can hardly wait to put a ring on that finger."

8) "Stop that broody look and come over here."

9) "You're very lucky I love you."

10) "Move in with me."

11) "You should know that I have asthma, just in case you intend on taking my breath away on a regular basis."

12) "Want to go to a museum with me and make all the paintings jealous with your beauty?"

13) "I might be an organ donor, but you really shouldn’t take my heart so soon."

14) "Have I told you I love you yet today?"

15) "Thank you for everything you do for me."

16) "You hugged me like your personal pillow."

17) "Have your eyes always been that dark?"

18) "Your body feels like home to me."

19) "If the Gods choose to only give us daughters, then I will gladly have as many as you are willing to give me."

20) "I will be happy wherever as long as it is by your side."

21) "What did I do to deserve such a sweet wife?"

22) "You're the only one who gets to call me that, you know."

23) "You need to know that I have grown to care for you. Deeply."

24) "You're always so flirty." "Just with you."

25) "How long have you had this planned?" "Since the moment I fell in love with you."

26) "Nothing makes me happier than making you smile."

27) "I would marry you again in a heartbeat."

28) "You asked if I have regrets. The answer is no, because somehow, everything I did led me to you."

29) "I do love you, you know. Even if I'm shit at showing it."

30) "See, I can play nice sometimes."

31) "I’ve been in love with you since the day we met."

32) "Did you just call me (pet name)?"

33) "Oh, for the love of— come over here and let me fix that."

34) "I honestly didn’t take you for such a gentleman."

35) "Your eyes…I get lost in them sometimes."

36) "He's/She's so pretty I think I’m going to faint."

37) "You should play with my hair some more."

38) "Well, hello, sleeping beauty. You fell asleep on me."

39) "Just say the word. You know I’d do anything for you."

40) "I heard you liked (thing), so I bought you this."

41) “You’ve got to go home.” “You are my home.”

42) "You just have this glow about you."

43) "I love your laugh."

44) "You look your cutest like this." "No I don’t, I just woke up." "I know what I said."

45) "You are constantly finding new ways to surprise me."

46) "I can keep you company until you fall asleep."

47) "Can I try some of your food?" "Of course. Open wide."

48) "This isn’t just a(n) [object], it’s a promise."

49) "Come back to bed."

50) "I think my family/friends really liked you. Maybe more than they like me."

51) "I can’t stop thinking about you."

52) "Shut up, you love me. Why else would you be here, taking care of me while I hurl into a toilet?"

53) "Please, never apologise for wanting to be loved."

54) "Aww, you remembered." "Of course I did."

55) "This is my boyfriend/girlfriend/fiancé(e)/husband/wife everyone!"

56) "If you don’t want to spend the night in an empty house, you could always come over to mine."

57) "One date, that’s all I’m asking for. One night to let me show you how good we could be together.”

58) "I'll always make time for you."

59) "Laundry day doesn’t mean walking around in your underwear, but for you, I’ll make an exception."

60) "How about a kiss before I go?"

———𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

1) I promise you, just trust me.”

2) “I thought you were happy, I’m sorry.”

3) “Please, just stay a little longer.”

4) “I hope you don’t get your heart broken.”

5) “Why didn’t you say h-how bad it was?”

6) “Am I going to die?”

7) “When will this end. Please can this end.”

8) “How many times has he told you he doesn’t love you?”

9) “You need to find happiness without me.”

10) “I want to help you through this, I really do, just not as your girlfriend.”

11) “I know exactly how this ends.”

12) “You don’t have to pretend you care when you already have one foot out the door.”

13) “You can keep pretending, but you’ll never be happy”

14) “Why won’t you admit it!”

15) “When she told you to leave, you should have stayed.”

16) “I’m not good at this. I never have been.”

17) “The only person who will end up hurt here is you.”

18) “Please don’t cry.”

19) “I was hoping his flight would be cancelled, but miracles don’t happen.”

20) “How could we have gotten this so wrong?”

21) “You were never one of us.”

22) “This is what they warned me of.”

23) “I would’ve died for you.”

24) “You almost died! And for what?”

25) “If I leave now, I won’t come back.”

26) “There will never be a place for you here anymore.”

27) “Everything is temporary, this was merely one of those things.”

28) “You didn’t care, even a little bit?”

29) "I'm just tired of this. I'm tired of it all."

30) “I thought she made it. It was clearly a figment of my imagination.”

31) “Wishful thinking will always be my downfall.”

32) “She didn’t even try to save me.”

33) “I saw it in her eyes. She wanted a different thing to what I wanted.”

34) “I’m not going to cry, it isn’t worth crying.”

35) “Don’t look at me like that, I don’t want pity.”

36) “And then he left.”

37) “I wish I could fix this.”

38) “I deserve more than this.”

39) “You hurt me and I still trusted you.”

40) “It should never have come to this.”

41) “Don’t be sorry, it was no ones fault.”

42) “I’ve spent all this time wondering and worrying about you. You didn’t think of me once?”

43) “I’m not a lot of people’s favourite person.”

44) “She quite clearly doesn’t want you.”

45) “I think that’s enough.”

46) “I shouldn’t have wasted 3 years on someone when Russia could’ve sold me good vodka.”

47) “You’re angry with me, I know.”

48) “Can we have this conversation when you’re not upset.”

49) “I don’t think I can forgive you.”

50) “It’s never been as easy as you think.”

51) “Why would you put so much hope in me? Things have clearly never worked out for me!”

52) “Oh, I was just another notch in your bedpost?”

53) “You really had me fooled. I might’ve almost said something I’d regret.”

54) “You put yourself in that position! That wasn’t my doing!”

55) “How could I be so blind?”

56) “Why are you still with me?”

57) “When was it that you realised that you didn’t love me?”

58) “I can’t even look at you right now.”

59) “Don’t put this on me!”

60) “I really think it’s easier for people when I’m not around.”

61) “I know, but you didn’t have to use her like that!”

62) “I’m not someone who breaks easily, but I must commend you on this.”

63) “There wasn’t even a moment when you smiled at me like that.”

64) “I’ve never seen that side of you.”

65) “If you were in my situation what can I do to stop hurting this much?”

66) “This never would’ve happened if we hadn’t have met!”

67) “I’m glad I get to see you walk away from me!”

68) “You really did play me like a goddamn fiddle.”

69) “There isn’t a way to fix this now.”

70) “You know I wouldn’t call unless I was in pain.”

71) “I never thought I’d be the one to hurt you.”

72) “You really were my first and last.”

73) “Don’t say anything else, just stay.”

74) “We can start over. I’ll do anything, everything can be perfect. Just please don’t leave me.”

75) “I heard the doctors. I know you haven’t got long.”

76) “You could’ve told me, or helped me! Anything other than what you actually did!”

77) “Don’t wish me the best, you were my best everything.”

78) “It was never up to me.”

79) “I wanted to save you. I wanted to be the hero and save you. How did I miss my chance?”

80) “The only thing I can do is love you!”

81) “Why can’t you see that?”

82) “I hope he will make you happy.”

83) “You never get what you want. Haven’t you learnt that by now?”

84) “There hasn’t been a day I didn’t think of you and it’s starting to hurt.”

85) “You weren’t here when I needed you the most, why now?”

86) “I should never have trusted you.”

87) “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

88) “This can’t be how it ends! No, this isn’t how the story goes.”

89) “Just close your eyes for now. You’ll still be hurting in the morning.”

90) “This will be a pain you won’t forget, I’ll always be with you.”

91) “I never thought I’d love you this much.”

92) “It was always you. No matter how many times I disagreed, it was always you.”

93) “Your letters never made it to her. She was gone before she even received them.”

94) “Why does it hurt so much? Why do I feel like she’s broken my soul?”

95) “I haven’t stopped crying since Thursday. It’s pathetic.”

96) “It was a mistake and I know I can never fix this.”

97) “I hope it hurts to think of me.”

98) “This isn’t over. You always come running back and I always welcome you.”

99) “Don’t make me fall in love again.”

100) “I thought I didn’t miss you, but then I saw your photo.”

[sweetcreatxr]

♥︎ Always been you ♥︎

✰ Part 1. If the world was ending ✰

Chris Evans X singer!male reader (29)

⚠︎ Warning : angst, sebastian being the best big brother (???), Feels talk, post break up, Drunk Chris and sad Y/n ( these are not really Warnings but we never know !)

A/N : ♡︎ ok so first of, this is my second time writing in English because I'm French so pls if there are any spelling errors don't insult me or anything else pls ! I'll try to do my best ! シ︎

Part 2 !

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Pov y/n third person

Y/n was sitting, arms crossed and cross-legged on the edge of the stage where he was going to perform in less than three hours.

His fingers rapidly tapping on his phone and his furrowed brow showed his anxiety and inability to stay calm.

Sebastian, who had promised to be present and who was sitting in the same place as his brother, noticed that he was not well and came to hug him.

"Shuuuu it will be fine y/n, I'm sure he's mad at himself as we speak, he's just an idiot but an idiot madly in love with you."

Y/n was crying in his big brother's arms, his emotions having taken over everything else.

He had been in a relationship with the one and only Chris Evans who happened to be one of his brother's best friends.

They had met during the filming of the first Captain America in June 2010 and the two men had quickly created a strong bond despite their age differences.

It wasn't until 2014 that their relationship became official worldwide, making Chris the happiest man in the world by his side.

"You guys are meant to be together, this breakup is only a painful passage. I'm sure of it! You're like mussels and fries, one will be never be without the other!"

Y/n chuckled lightly, amused by the sort of joke his brother had tried to pull off to cheer him up. But the breakup with Chris came back to him just as quickly and he started crying again but this time he got up and stood in front of Sebastian who was looking at him with a sad smile.

" Seb Chris has been ignoring my messages for more than 5 months, my calls yet he sees them but he doesn't do anything about it! He acts as if he and I never existed when we've been together for more than 8 years! 8 fucking years!"

He stopped to catch his breath and immediately continued

"We had plans! We wanted to build a family, get married too! But damn it I can't take it anymore, I'm tired! We left each other for bullshit , just because of a fucking misunderstanding seb, a misunderstanding...."

He finished his sentence while trying himself on the ground and folding his knees on his chest.

"I love him so much if you knew, I could die for this man and he doesn't give a damn about it"

" what are you saying y/n, he's also at his worst, he loves you mad too, you are everything to him!"

Y/n took his phone and put it in brother's face before returning to his initial position.

It was Chris' Instagram where you could see that he was in a nightclub surrounded by several girls and guys who danced with him and some who touched him.

" It doesn't look like he's at his lowest, he seems to have endless fun, it's like he was just waiting for this..."

There was jealousy in his voice as well as sadness, a lot of sadness. How could Chris forget 8 years of a relationship in just 5 months?

" I'm going to go talk to him, okay?! I'm gonna ring him and bring him back to you, I'm gonna go now and wave to me when the show starts, I don't want to miss your entrance!"

Sebastian walked towards the exit of the performance hall leaving a tired, sad and angry y/n.

POV Chris third person

Chris was currently sitting on the edge of the sidewalk which was loosening on an establishment in which music could be heard at miles, cigarette in hand, heavy heart and breathless.

He only smoked on rare occasions, breaking up with the person he considered and considers the love of his life, being an excellent one according to Chris.

He had no idea how he ended up there, unhappy and alone when he could have been in the arms of his lover. His own brain refused to function properly, only remnants of their argument came back to him.

"Are you kidding me or what?"

"You're so naive y/n"

"Chris stop it, I fucking love you! You have nothing to fear!"

"Liar! Don't pretend you didn't notice!"

"Chris I don't know in what language I have to tell you again but NOTHING HAPPENED BETWEEN HIM AND ME! He's just a friend!!"

While Y/n was climbing the stairs to take refuge in their shared room, Chris spoke again and it is exactly THESE words that he will regret for the rest of his life.

"That's it ! Run away! That's all you know how to do anyway! And while you're at it, WHY NOT GO AND MASTURBATE EACH OTHER THROUGH YOUR PHONES AND SPREAD YOUR LEGS LIKE THE WHORE YOU ARE !"

Y/n had turned around, his face filled with tears, deeply shocked by what his boyfriend had just thrown in his own face.

"GO FUCK YOURSELF CHRISTOPHER AND I SINCERELY MEAN IT !"

His brain not allowing him to hear the other words spoken by him as they were so violent Chris then remembers leaving their house, for a walk refresh one's mind.

He ended up heading to Scott's house, his brother, without telling him about their big fight. He first didn't want to blame himself but Scott's accusing face and Sebastian's threats (being his best friend and his ex-almost-brother-in-law) had made him realize that it was entirely his fault.

But being stubborn and proud as he was, it was impossible for him to return home. Chris stayed for more than 4 months with his brother, not finding the strength to return home, being alone, knowing Y/n on world tour, he didn't know exactly what city he was in, but he knew he was still in the US.

Chris didn't have time to think more that his phone rang, displaying the name of his best friend: Sebastian.

But Sebastian was above all his lover's big brother and he knew that this one was the reason why Seb was calling. He hesitated all the same, not wanting to be scolded even if he thought he deserved it.

"Ha-hallo?"

"Chris, damn finally I've been trying to reach you for days ! You better explain to me what went through your head to do such a crap"

Chris knew that Sebastian was referring to his argument with Y/n but he didn't have the courage to express himself.

"I-I"

Before he could formulate an apologetic sentence, sebastian cut him off.

"You know what? I don't even want to know, get your ass back here and quickly. According to your geo-location you're only 1 hour away so be quick!"

"But I don't know where you are..."

"You'll find out by yourself like a big boy, and by the way, sober up before you come, you smell alcohol even through the phone...bye!"

Chris sighed and got up trying not to stumble, he had only assimilated half of his best friend's words but he was sure of one thing: he wanted to fix things with Y/n and returned to the course of their peaceful life, loving each other madly.

He walked to his car which was parked not far from the club where he had spent the night drinking and smoking endlessly.

Taking the road drunk was certainly a bad idea, that's why before taking the road he asked a barman for $100 to pass him some ice cubes, the barman complied without asking him for anything. It wasn't every day that a celebrity gave him big a tip!

Chris left with his huge bag of ice cubes and headed back to his car. He looked at the bag while sighing.

"That'll teach me to get drunk, come on Chris, you can do it! For your man!"

And he poured the contents of the bag over his head while letting out one more shrill cry which made turn the few passers-by who were present.

Among them, certainly paparazzi being informed of the presence of Chris Evans in a Bostonian club. Chris could not give a damn about them, all he wanted was to find y/n the love of his life! settled in his car being still wet and retrieved his phone then went to the geo-location app and looked for Y/n's

"They can't be far if it's only an hour's drive"

Chris thought while looking for y/n's geo-location.

Turns out Y/n and and Sebastian were in Boston as well but across town.

"Well, looks like they're really close..."

He trailed off and sighed. He hoped despite Sebastian's words that he would have a little more than an hour to think about his apologies. How he was going to do to be forgiven by Y/n, knowing that he had hurt him deeply.

He threw the address on the GPS and started the engine, he was definitely not ready but one thing was sure, he wanted to be by his boyfriend's side in any way possible.

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Part 1 completed ! ✅

Argg I'm so happy to begin this mini journey with you guys ! At first I wanted to make 1 part only buy I figured out that it was way to long to do it in 1 sooo there's probably going to be like 3 or 4 max ! Anyway hope you enjoyed it because I did !!

[forbebeandjam]

omg can't wait for audrey's!!!!! thank youuuuuu (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）

Fear | Audrey Lane x Fem Reader | Fluff

Summary: a small misunderstanding leads you and your girlfriend, Audrey to end up on bad terms. Three months later, you realize how much you love each other.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: a bit angst. Brain tumor mention.

A/N: sorry if it’s a bit unrealistic. I know it’s not my best work. I’m not a medic or doctor… enjoyyyy •u•

~🫧♥︎🫧~

You and Audrey had been working nonstop on a new K-pop choreography. Being a part of the Jam Republic dance crew has been a milestone in your career. You went from being a small and heavily criticized TikTok dancer who covered K-pop dance to a successful choreographer.

Having Nick reach out to you to be part of this project was perfect as he had also contacted your girlfriend, Audrey. You couldn't believe that you and Audrey got to dance together and spend time together as well.

However your schedules were packed and after the show, there were some things you two couldn't do together. She was booked doing the brand new show Street Dance Girls Fighter 2 and you were booked creating new choreographies and interviews.

One day you finally got to see her but you were too tired. She seemed to be really excited to hang out with you and you were just thinking of going home.

"What if we take a walk? and then we can go camping," she suggested but you shook your head.

"Sorry, Audrey. I'm drained and I just want to lay down," you said bluntly. One thing about you is that you could be very oblivious to others' feelings when you weren't feeling well... not to mention minor anger issues that almost caused you major trouble with Mannequeen.

"Well, what if we just go for some ice cream? Or maybe something to eat?" She said once again with her bubbly voice trying to get you out of bed and spend quality time together. It's Audrey. She was always bubbly and you lived for her but at this moment, tiredness hit you like a truck.

"Jeez, I said no. I'll just be in my room," you said in an aggravated tone leaving her behind on the couch.

You took painkillers for your headache and as you lay on your bed you heard soft sobs making your heart clench at the sounds. You know you fucked up. You promised to never make her cry and you just did. As you tried to get up to apologize, you felt your body collapse on the floor and you were unable to get up. Your vision immediately became dark.

-

You woke up and saw a bright light. You definitely weren't home. Your house was green and the lights were almost always dimmed. This room was too blue.

Your eyes tried to adjust and you groaned. You felt someone grip your hand tightly but the voice was almost unrecognizable as your ears also tried adjusting to the noise.

"Audrey..." was the first thing that escaped your lips. You called her name. You wanted to apologize and when your vision finally cleared up, you saw her sitting on the side of the hospital bed holding your hand and asking if you were okay. Her eyes were red and teary as well as her nose as she let out sniffles.

You felt your heart clench at her sight. You made her cry twice. You never meant for any of this to happen. As you tried to get up your poising headache pulled you back to the bed.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby. Please forgive me," you said as a tear escaped your eye. Her head shook repeatedly.

"Don't apologize. I didn't realize you felt this bad and I should've known. I should've made you rest and taken care of you," she said as she lowered her head.

"Audrey, it's okay. I'm okay, see?" You said as you kissed her hand.

"You're not. Sorry to tell you this ma'am but you have a brain tumor. You need surgery and treatment as well as absolute rest for around three months. We need to do this now or you might not make it another month," the doctor said. You didn't protest. You knew it would be best if you wanted to keep living the life that you have. You wanted to be with Audrey.

"Audrey?" You said when you saw how she was holding in her sobs and cries. She turned to look at you with red eyes and you began to cry as well.

"I love you. I love you so much and I will be with you forever," you said.

"Don't... it sounds like you're saying goodbye," she said.

"I know you have to catch a flight. You have to go back home. Go work on your projects, baby. And come back to me in three months," you said and she started to shake her head.

"I can't leave you. Who will take care of you? Who is going to make sure you're okay? I want to make sure you wake up and you can see me and..." you moved your hand on her cheek and she stopped talking. She shut her eyes tightly and pressed her lips on your hand.

"I will be okay, baby. I have to go now but never forget that I love you so much," you kissed her one last time before the nurse took you away.

-

(Three months later)

It was finally the day. The day Audrey would come back and you could be together again. This time you promised you would never let her go and would never make her cry.

You heard the doorbell and rushed to the door. You fixed my clothes and hair before taking a deep breath and finally took ahold of the doorknob. You twisted it and there she was. A big smile and a beautiful gold light radiating from her. Her eyes seemed to be teary and her smile was shaking.

She immediately dropped her bags and ran to you. She grabbed your face a kissed you tenderly. It was a long-awaited kiss. Three months felt like an eternity without her. How could someone live without that gorgeous smile? It's a smile you would die for.

"You have no idea how much I missed you," she said as she buried her face down your neck. Her sobs began to fill your ears and your tears began to roll down your face.

"I missed you too," you said as you kissed her head.

"How about we get out of here? I have a surprise for you," you said and she looked at you with a confused expression.

"But you need to rest more. What if-" Audrey started but you stopped her by shaking your head.

"I'm okay. We aren't doing anything that might be straining. Let's go," you said as you put on your shoes and jacket and walked out of the door with her. She was too quiet for your liking but you didn't say anything as you saw her fidgeting with her hands in the car. You knew she was nervous.

After around thirty minutes you arrived at a camping site and got out of the car to open her door. A small smile was painted on her lips.

"You didn't forget about the camping date?" She asked.

"I could never forget about your favorite thing. Your pink curly hair, the sweet perfume you use, the way you move when you dance. It's all engraved in my head. Let's set up and watch a movie," you said as you walked to get our things from the trunk.

A few hours later you had everything set up and ate dinner. The sun was starting to slowly set creating a beautiful orange and pink hue in the sky. Audrey was silently sitting on a chair looking at the sky as she took small sips of her tea. Your biggest fears began to fill your head like poison.

'Does she not love me anymore? Is there someone else? Did she find someone that treats her better?'

"Audrey, come here," you said and she turned to you. She stood up and placed her mug on the chair. As she walked to you, you immediately cupped her face with your warm hands and planted a kiss on her lips.

"Whatever is on your mind, tell me," you said as you broke the kiss.

"It's just all surreal. I thought I was going to lose you and not being able to contact you due to work was killing me and now that I'm here, I just feel like I should've been here all along," she said.

You immediately connected your forehead to hers. You wanted her to forget about everything and anything that happened in the past.

"Baby, you're here now and I couldn't ask for more. You're all I need and I just want to be with you. Enjoy the moment, my sweet girl," you said and kissed her forehead.

That seemed to make all of her worries melt away. Her mind was clear and her heart warm. She smiled brightly for the first time and a small tear escaped her eye. You kissed it dry and she let out a small giggle that melted your heart.

Setting up for bed was quick and soon you realized that you had forgotten her sleeping bag back home. You scratched your head and chuckled nervously.

"Sorry, babe. I forgot your sleeping bag," you said.

"It's okay. We can sleep in the same one," she said as she got situated. She looked up at you and you nodded. You got inside the bag and spooned her, sharing the warmth of your body as a movie played on your iPad.

Suddenly, she turned to face you, completely ignoring the movie. You were lost in her eyes and you shared a moment of silence.

She reached to peck your lips and you finally saw her purest smile.

"I don't know how I managed to be with you for so long. I'll never leave you again. Promise you'll never scare me like that again," she said as she buried her face in your chest.

"I'm sorry baby, I'll never do it again..."

There was a small pause and you pulled back from the hug.

"We fit perfectly in this sleeping bag don't you think?" You asked.

"Yes. We are perfect," she said before snuggling close to you.

“I love you,” You kissed her forehead and you both drifted into a deep slumber.

Thank you for reading!!🩷

[bonny-kookoo]

Yoongi: 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 (3)

In which he just didn't even realize life could feel like this when spent with someone like you.

Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Yoongi, Human!Reader, mentions of 'being high' (drug usage in a way), friends to lovers, blood (duh), red haired Yoongi, Listen I am Jungkook focused but I will put Vampire Yoongi on the menu and you'll better finish your plate

Additional Chapter Warnings: tension, mutual pining in full force

Chapter Length: short/mid

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"Wow!" You say, almost tripping and falling outside the van, giving Yoongi an almost heart attack as he watches you almost hurt yourself in your hurry. You run towards the campground, inspecting the fairy lights and all the other things already set up by Yoongi while you stayed asleep in the car. "Its so pretty!" You cry out, looking at Yoongi who's bringing another blanket to the chairs around the little fireplace that's not lit up yet.

The sun is barely starting to set, after all.

"I'm gonna start making food now." He informs you, not looking your way as he opens the door to the van. "...you wanna help?" He asks quietly- and you nod, eagerly so, jumping up to stand close to him, awaiting any form of instructions.

It's cute.

"Here, you can cut this." He offers, putting everything close to you inside the van so you can do just that, while he washes some vegetables in the small sink. The space really is very small- his shoulder is pretty much touching yours at a constant, if you were at the same height that is.

But he doesn't mind it.

It feels oddly domestic and comfortable to just quietly be together like this, silent comfort of the other person next to you offering him feelings he's never really felt before. The birds outside, the sound of the knife on the cutting board, or the running water in the sink.

It feels.. surreal.

"Ah!" You yelp, having cut your finger by accident- something he notices immediately, hands on your hips moving you to stand near the sink now where he helps you wash your hand. "Sorry.." you mumble, but he shakes his head.

He's got different problems right now than scolding you.

He's always liked the way you smell, as weird as it sounds. But never has he ever gotten an idea of how your blood smells- and suddenly it breeds thought of your taste in his head, making him swallow thickly as he concentrates on controlling himself. "There, hold it for a bit. I'll get a bandaid." He mumbles, walking around to search for the said item.

He can't be like this, not with you.

"You okay.?" You ask, quietly, hesitantly, and he nods silently. "Uhm.. do you want me to leave maybe..?"

"Why would I want you to leave?" He asks, turning around to look at you, bandaid in his hand as he asks the question he worried about.

"Are you scared of me?"

He's never thought about it, but considering your past, he knows you should be. You've got every right to resent him and who he is, even if his own condition isn't his fault at all. You've had nothing but bad experiences with vampires so far- so it would make sense if you were to be scared right now.

"Of you?" You ask, raising your brows. "Never. Why would I?" You ask, tilting your head to the side.

He's relieved, stepping forward to unwrap the bandaid and secure it around the side of your hand where the cut is located. "I'm glad." He quietly says, almost whispers, fingers gentle as they run over the protective item now secured on your skin. "I'm completely fine. That little bit of blood isn't going to make me go all crazy in the head, don't worry." He chuckles a little.

"No, I wasn't actually worried about that-" you tell him, looking at the way he still holds your hand. "-just... I don't wanna make you uncomfortable, you know?" You explain.

"What would make you think I'd be uncomfortable around you?" He wants to know, walking back to where you've both abandoned your cooking utensils, resuming your activities.

"Hm.. you, I don't know, sometimes seem on edge when I'm around." You say, now more careful with the knife.

"Thats not true." He lies, well aware that he is indeed on edge around you sometimes. "Its just.. I don't want to- aish.." he shakes his head, unsure how to voice out his thoughts. "Just don't worry about it." He finalizes, making you nod your head.

Well- if he's telling you not to worry about it, you won't.

Yoongi knows best, after all.

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𝐷𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑖♥︎

Note:I wrote this fanfic for a friend of mine. Hope she likes it . Don't repost please!!!!!!

You have been living with your boyfriend for a while. He is really busy with work and you decided to go out together one day to spend time together.

Chigiri decided to take you to an arcade date. You put on a cute outfit for your boyfriend even though you knew he will always be prettier then you(chigiri tops all models fr). You put up your hair with a cute butterfly clip and did your soft makeup.

-You are soo pretty

Chigiri added wrapping his arms around your waist and smelling your hair with his chin on your head. You loved the feeling and smiled being able to feel his touch again.

-T-thanks.

You put your hands around his and looked up at him while he is still behind you.

He placed a kiss on your forehead as you did that while cupping your face.

-I missed your gentle voice soo much

His voice softened as he sead that and he thightened his grip around you. Making you feel grateful for having such a caring boyfriend.

-Weren't we going somewhere?

You chuckle and look up at him again.

-Oh right

Your boyfriend let go of your waist and places one last kiss on your cheek while putting his hands on your shoulders.

Shall we go out then?

You ask him as he gently lays a kiss on you.

-Yeah, I'm ready.

You walk to the car and he opens the door for you like a real gentleman.

You get inside the car and he closes the door behind you. Chigiri then goes to the other side and enters the driver's seat.

-Oh it smells soo good!

You feel delight at the smell of his car. It's fresh like lilac.

- I guess I'll have to use this fragrance more often.

Your boyfriend chuckles and starts the car, placing his hand on your thigh.

You blush at his actions and put your hand on his.

He looks at your hands holding and smiles to himself.

While holding your hand, looking at them, he smiles. During the ride, you play with his hands gently.

You begin to talk about various topics during the ride. It really was easy for you to open up to him. Hyoma really made you feel save and loved with his little actions and words.

You arrive at the arcade and get out of the car. Chigiri holds your hand as you approach the building. He opens the door for you and enters after his girlfriend.

You look around the options and settle down on a machine filled with little cat plushies.

You know your boyfriend loves cats and you decide to get one plushy for him.

You try and try again for the plushy but to no avail. Chigiri chuckles at your persistance and encourages you.

After what seemed like the 10th attempt you win the plushy and give it to your boyfriend.

Hyoma hugs the cat and thanks you while smiling. This action of his made you blush. He just seemed soo pretty in that moment.

After playing at the arcade for a while you decide to go to a nearby café.

You sit next to eachother. He wraps an arm around your waist as you sit down. You blush at his actions and he kisses your forehead yet again.

You look at the menu and settle on an ice cream cake with a strawberry soda on the side.

Chigiri orders a vanilla pudding with an americano as a drink.

As you wait for your food, Chigiri opens his bag and takes out a little gift. He hands it to you. The gift box had a pattern with little kittens on it and they just looked soo cute.

You look surprised at the gift.

-Is that for me?

You ask Hyoma with glowing eyes.

-Isn't it obvious?

He pets your head and hands you the gift.

You open it carefully, trying not to damage the box. You unwrap the pretty wrapping inside the box and reveal a beautiful necklace with a sparkling opal in the middle of it. It had detailed forms ingraved in it, making it's feel even more magnificent.

-You like it?

Your boyfriend asks you while smiling.

-I love it but isn't it expensive?

You ask him.

-I wanted to spend my first salary as a football player on something or should I say someone important and make it significant.

You blush and smile as he seas those words. You can tell just how much he loves you. You feel like luckiest girl alive. The way Hyoma can make your heart bounce up and down just makes you even more attached to him.

You look at the necklace in your hands and hug it.

-I really love you......I'll treasure this gift for life.

He smiles at your comment and hugs you even tighter.

-I can say the same......I love you too darling~♡

Chigiri seas and kisses your lips.

As you are enjoykng your date and new gift the waiter brings you your food.

It looks delicious and the fact that your beloved boyfriend is there with you makes the experience even more pleasurable.

Chigiri thanks the waiter and puts the gorgeous necklace around your neck. He smiles at the sight of his love wearing something he soo carefully picked out just for her.

You then enjoy your sweets and he tells you story about his experience in Blue Lock.

After your stay at the café, you went home filled with love and adoration from the date.

𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚.

[lookingformoondrop]

Hello

mid you write for her, may I request some kidnapping headcanons for yandere Mukuro Ikusaba (like the before/immediately after of how she’d kidnap them)

Mukuro lkusaba x gn!reader - How it was before and after kidnapping their beloved ♡

TW: kidnapping, drugging, implied murder and intimidation, stalking, obsession, confinement

♥︎ I write for both males and females (including all games). Since you didn't specify the gender I'm sticking with gender neutral! I hope these meet your expectations <3 ♥︎

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Pre-confinement:

It all started when you smiled at her after she helped you pick something up, "Thank you for helping me, Mukuro!" That moment ran through her head the rest of the day. Following her to sleep and through her dreams.

Maybe you needed her help tomorrow?

This began her obsession with your happiness.

As she watched you, she noticed how you struggled to make ends meet. Your love life was messy and even if you didn't admit it, you needed her.

She wasn't going to make you beg for her.

She cleared out a room in her apartment and bought new locks for every room and window.

Slowly, she bought the same chairs you owned, sewed the same pillow cases you had, and painted your new room in your bedroom color.

It all took a matter of months to prepare your new cage home, and only a couple more to anonymously threaten your loved ones to abandon you.

And for those that refused to leave your side? Her sniper did more than enough talking for the both of them.

Finally, on a warm evening night when you were walking home, distressed by how quickly your life was falling apart, she started walking next to you.

"Mukuro! I'm sorry, but now isn't a good time. M- My friends suddenly blocked me, and my family isn't responding I-"

"You're so kind, Y/N."

"W-What?"

"Even though I'm practically nobody in your life... I'm sure you understand me! I understand your struggles, so we're supposed to be together. Oh, Y/N, I'll do everything in my power to be the best of use to you. I'll never let you down, I'll always protect you! So please...don't struggle."

Before you could question her, in a flash, she held a rag to your mouth and held you as your struggling movements turned to small twitches.

Confinment:

Mukuro couldn't help admire your sleeping form. Oh, just how perfect you were, with chains on your hands and feet, a peaceful expression on your face.

Mukuro didn't need to think twice about taking you for herself. Although she justified it by saying it was all for you, the thought of having you to herself made her jump with joy.

Sure, when you woke up, it would be difficult to explain why your family and friends wouldn't be looking for you anytime soon.

But she knew just how much you needed her. In the end, even if you called her horrible names, even if you tried to run away, or it took you a little while to get used to your new permanent home, you would in the end be lost without her direction.

For the next couple of weeks, you would be terrified by your new living situation, but no one would take care of you like Mukuro would.

She would clothe you, bathe you, feed you, and bring you gifts. Every basic need you had she would take upon. Pampering you to the point where you struggling was completely unheard of.

Mukuro wants nothing more than to be useful to you.

So please "... use me to your hearts content, darling."

Thank you for the ask <3

[breezypunk]

17 for the bbs???? ♥

Thank you! <3

From the soft otp prompt.

17- Write about your ship sharing hot drinks together.

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Goro watched on as he saw Vaughn inching closer and closer to the fire, any closer and he'd be sitting directly in it. It was cold in the badlands, all the Aldecaldos were bundled in their winter best. Vaughn absolutely hated it, realizing the colder it got, the worse he felt.

He held his hands up near the flames to try to warm them. His hands always froze up the most, and his nose was practically numb, and before he could stick his nose in the flames, Goro sped walked over and plopped down next to him, and mug in his hand that was pipping hot and steaming.

"You could probably use this." He held the cup out for Vaughn to take, but Vaughn kept his focus on the fire. "V?"

"Huh? Sorry.. I guess the cold wind is really getting to me.. thank you." He gently grabbed the mug from Goro's gloved hands and held it close to his chest, letting the steam hit his nose.

Goro watched him with interest, his lips were shivering, his eyes were clenched shut, but the moment the steam hit his face, he became more at ease. Goro always knew Vaughn was dramatic, it couldn't have been less than 55 degrees, maybe even 60, but Goro also knew it was a good opportunity to scoot closer to his lover, putting an arm around his backside and hoping his shivering would let up some.

"It is meant to drink you know." Goro spoke up.

"Do you even know what it is?" Vaughn side eyed Goro, responding in almost a chuckle. Vaughn got his answer when Goro didn't say anything. It was always funny to see how clueless Goro was when it came to anything food or drink related from the city. "It's hot chocolate."

"It looks like liquid dirt.. what are those white things?" Goro pointed his finger at the little white floaties sticking to the side of the mug, Vaughn couldn't help but bust out laughing.

"You've never seen marshmallows before? I thought you were a nomad."

"Those are marshmallows? Please, say no more, V." Goro waved his hand away and looked around camp, so many people had mugs in their hands, every sip of their drink they took made it look like they were in heaven.

"Here, try some. I find it hard to believe you've never had this. Not even in Japan?" Vaughn started lifting the mug up to Goro's mouth, his fingers sliding through the handle effortlessly, while his other hand lay smoothly on Goro's thigh.

Goro's head leaned back, he looked at Vaughn with squinted eyes. "No.. never. It was not something I sought out."

"You can't run from your problems anymore, just take a sip." Vaughn put the mug directly to Goro's lips.

"I can get up and walk away, you know?" Slowly, Goro moved his face closer to the mug, sighing and rolling his eyes before partially opening his mouth.

"I'd never let you, see where my hand is?" The grip on Goro's thigh got tighter, a tiny grunt escaping his mouth before he finally opened his mouth more and took a small sip.

The remnants of the liquid were traced along Goro's mustache, an adorable moment Vaughn wished he could have captured through photography.

"Well?" Vaughn asked, waiting for Goro's lecture about how awful it was.

"It is.... not terrible. I suppose I can see why people drink it when it is cold outside."

"Not the answer I was expecting, but I'll take it. C'mere you got some on your face." Vaughn took his thumb and wiped the chocolate drink off of him, before caressing his cheek with his other thumb. He leaned in and kissed Goro lazily before burying his head in the nape of his neck, letting the warmth of his lover take away any remaining shivers he had.

"You want more?" Vaughn asked, eyes unintentionally shutting, the relaxation setting in.

"No.."

"You hate it don't you?"

"Yes, V."

Both burst out laughing, Vaughn set the mug on the side of him, instead focusing on Goro's warmth and the fire in front of them.

One step at a time.

[hebimoonlightwrites]

Hi, if you're still doing general yandere headcanons can you make some for Rokuta, Ryu, Kantaro, and Aoi please?

Writer's corner: Hi, sweetheart! Of course I still do general yandere headcanons and of course I can make these! Thank you so much for requesting~♥ Please, let me know if there's something you don't like, okee? So I can fix it or make something else for you♥ Enjoy~!

Pronouns: I'll use a gn!mc for explaining their headcanons! Hope you're fine with it!! (let me know if not, so I can change pronouns!)

Warnings: YANDERE, murder, weapons, poison.. violence (I don't support any of this sh#t. It's only part of Yandere's headcanons qwq)

~𝚈𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙴: 𝚁𝚘𝚔𝚞𝚝𝚊, 𝚁𝚢𝚞, 𝙺𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚘𝚒~

~Rokuta has always been so cute and friendly!

~Nobody could suspect about him!

~He's so cute and adorable..! Isn't he, mc?

~Rokuta could never be a bad guy towards his surroundings..

~Unless they have their eyes on you...

~What nobody really knows is that he would be able to hurt people, indeed..

~And it wouldn't be so difficult to him, since the experiments left him with strong and unknown abilities..

~And trust me, mc.. Nobody wants to see these abilities..

~You don't want to either.

~"Hahah! Mc!!.. Let's get some karaage together one day, shall we?"

~Rokuta is so sweet when he takes your hand and starts walking outside to get some food together with you..!

~You really can't think of him being a bad guy..

~Oh, well..

~You couldn't at first..

~And now? Now you can see it instead..

~Now you can see his red eyes, usually being so sweet and pure, wrapped in complete anger and desire of murdering all the people who love and care about you.

~You can see him acting like just a wolf would...

~He isn't using any weapon or poison to get rid of his rivals..

~Rokuta's using his bare hands, his nails and fangs...

~He's tearing the skin off his rivals' mere bodies with his teeth while you are not watching.. while you're sure that he's actually just a cute and sweet innocent young man.

~And say that he was sure you would have never seen this side of him... and yet you are there, frozen standing while he's acting just like a wild predator..

~"Huh..? Why are you looking at me like that, mc..? I just want to be the one to make you happy... wouldn't it be great if you were happy... with me?"

~Ryu could seem a joyful and bizarre person who really likes having fun, playing around and doing pranks, especially to poor Shiki.

~You thought it too when you first met him.

~He had been so funny that day, when he spoke to you with his loud voice:

~"HEEEELLLOOOOOO!!.. Are you here to see the CHARISMATIC BARTENDER RYU-KUN?? Hehehe..!!! You're welcomeeee!! Ryu is happy to have you hereeee!!"

~You couldn't help but smile and even giggle softly at hearing his playful tone.

~Normally Ryu has always been someone bizarre, who hides many secrets behind his back, something he doesn't know about either!..

~The fact that he manages to connect to people around himself without any effort..

~The fact that he is able to understand others deeply...

~It's something nobody would expect by a playful (sometimes even idiotic) person like Ryu!..

~Yet.. That's what you should have been careful about, mc..

~His ability to connect to people.. to understand them deeply..

~He understood all those people who wanted to approach you..

~Ryu-kun got it when even your crush wanted to confess their feelings to you..

~He fully got it and.. Ryu-kun really couldn't allow people to bring you away from him. Heheheheheheheheheh!!!!

~Ryu-kun knew he had to do something about it~

~Ryu-kun is soooo charismatic and amazing..!! And he loooooves mc so muuuuch~! Hehehehe!

~Ryu-kun likes playing games, don't you know about it, mc?~

~HAHAHAHA, of course you know it!!.. Aw... you know Ryu-kun so incredibly well~..

~Ryu-kun decided to play a funny game..!

~You want to know about it~?

~It's called "The castle of madness"..

~What about the rules to play~? Hehehe... You're soooooo curious, mc!!..

~Ryu-kun likes that curiosity of yours~!!

~Ryu-kun closes you in a room and your crush in the one next to yours~..!

~Ryu-kun then will keep you in there, making you hear your crush's screams of horror while Ryu-kun is playing with them~!!

~Doesn't it sound FUN?!.. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH..!!

~Love brings soooo fun and joy to Ryu-kun, mc!!~

~Ryu-kun would never stop to love you..! Your love is fun!~

~And Ryu-kun loves fun~ Ryu-kun loves you..!

~So.. don't be shy, mc!.. heheheh...

~You wanna play with Ryu-kun... mc?!

~As a social media boy, Kantaro was so happy to get you as his new follower on twitter and on SNS!!

~That's how he noticed you..

~Even if having tons of followers, Kantaro noticed your smile, your sparkling and happy eyes..

~He noticed how many followers you had..

~He noticed how many of them commented your posts, being kind and complimenting you for your beauty or your talents.. seeing you happy in response of their support.

~...and that's when he decided to get into your life..

~He wanted to be the one to make you smile due to his compliments.. his comments..

~He wanted to be your one and only follower..!

~Kantaro felt something strange, unusual, into his chest as he thought about all this..

~Was he going crazy?

~Oooh.. of course he was..!

~And that was because of you..

~That was because of how popular you were on twitter and SNS..!

~Your posts were usually retweeted by people, classmates or even co-workers who looked sooo close to you.

~He hated it.

~Of course you knew Kantaro for being a VISTY's member, but you would have never imagined that he could get sooo obsessed with you..!

~While he was starting to become that strangely in love with you, on the other hand you thought you didn't have any chance with him..

~But probably it would have been better if you hadn't had!!..

~As the days went on, you started noticing something slowly but constantly changing on your social media..

~You were losing followers on both SNS and Twitter..!

~Of course it wasn't scarying you at first, since you weren't an influencer or any of that..

~...but after some days, as you noticed that even some of your classmates and friends were unfollowing you, you started worrying..

~What was happening? And why were they all even disappearing? You didn't see them in real life either after they unfollowed you!..

~It was like they were disappearing into dust, suddenly, without leaving any trace, just like their follow..!

~One day you froze as you saw that you had only a follower remained: @/imsweetiecutie ... Kantaro Misuji from VISTY.

~In the next days you kept seeing him commenting on each of your posts and statuses!..

~One day you even got a message from him, and that's when your heart skipped a beat and your eyes opened wide, realizing...

~"I'm the one who can be the only follower of yours...♥ haha..☺"

~Aoi is sooo sweet! He's the prince of VISTY, no?

~So nobody would imagine him being a crazy lover.. a yandere, even in the slightest!!..

~I mean..

~How could you imagine a prince being violent and jealous, quite toxic and obsessed by his lover?

~That's impossible!

~Oh well.. that's what you thought, mc? hahah..

~Well.. Aoi is a prince-like person, it's true..

~But love can drive people crazy, you know?

~And it drove them mad, especially when you decided to introduce a friend of yours to them..

~Aoi had been a close friend of yours..

~They secretly had a deep crush on you and, yeah..

~...they spent nights crying because of you being in love with somebody else..

~Why couldn't you see how in love they were with you?..

~You forced Aoi to do it..

~You forced them to poison your crush.. that "friend" of yours you decided to introduce to them.

~Aoi didn't want to lose you...

~They didn't want to allow anyone to bring you away from them..!

~The only thought of seeing you going away with that other person..

~The only thought of seeing you happy with someone else..

~It could have broken their heart into pieces..

~They needed you..

~... and they knew in deep that they were the only one to know you better than anyone else..

~So they would have been your prince and nobody else!!..

~So Aoi took the chance as you left them alone with your crush for some minutes...

~Their purple-grey eyes looked determined and quite calm when your crush ate that piece of cake Aoi had cooked..

~Aoi was so good at cooking, no..? They would have loved to cook for you more! But not to hurt you..! But to fill you with their love♥

~Aoi's eyes sparkled in happiness when they noticed that the poison had worked..

~That disgusting person you said to love was slowly falling on the ground, with empty eyes, in front of VISTY's prince.

~They slowly and secretly curved their lips in a smug expression while pretending to be scared and calling you, imitating a shaky and scared voice:

~"Mc!!!... Run..!! They.. They are dead..!! I...!"

~What an actor they were..! Especially when you looked at your crush's dead body and scared crying on Aoi's shoulder.

~The prince hugged you tightly, caressing your hair gently, comforting you for something they actually did..

~Their voice sounded so scary, whispering into your ear:

~"Don't worry, mc... I'll be your knight in shining armor.. your prince.. I'll protect you for anything that can hurt you...♥"

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[from-the-clouds]

savior complex - joel miller x f!reader

masterlist | song inspo | gif: @joelmjller

All the skeletons that you hide Show me yours, I'll show you mine

summary: Joel shows up at your doorstep, battered and bruised. Despite the bad blood between you, do you have the heart to turn him away? Enemies to lovers. Takes place pre-television series/game. Was written as a companion piece/prequel to my other joel fic, but can be read on it's own. pairing: joel miller x f!reader words: 7k warnings: SMUT - 18+ ONLY, minors DNI. porn w/ plot, unprotected sex, dirty talk, implied age gap. Enemies to lovers. Heavy angst, multiple POVs, implied drug abuse, alcohol use, implied death of a family member, canon-typical suffering! Descriptions of injuries, blood, stitches (please dm for specifics if you have any questions). a/n: I haven't seen the enemies to lovers trope written for joel yet, and I'm also obsessed with the trope of a character showing up at their enemies house because they don't have any place to go. So maybe this is a little self-indulgent. Special shoutout to @ay0nha for letting me talk to you about this fic! Please enjoy, I'm really proud of/excited about this one.  ♥

“What do you want?” 

The ice in your own voice comes as a surprise. You weren’t sure you were even capable of sounding so cold, but it’s probably a good skill to have nowadays. Plus, he’s probably the last person you expect to see, and certainly the last person you want to see standing in your doorway.

“I need your help,” he says. 

You snort, lips pressing together in a bitter smile. “Uh-huh.”

It’s so dark in the hallway, you can barely see his face, but you can imagine what Joel might look like, lines etched in his face from the permanent frown he’s always wearing, particularly when dealing with you. You’ve known him a handful of years, here and there, and you’re pretty sure you’ve never seen him smile….or laugh…or display any emotion other than irritation, or indifference. 

The breeze from your open window shifts your curtains to the side, lets a sliver of light from the full moon pan over him, and you can see him clearly, just for a second. 

He’s covered in blood. 

It’s hard to see exactly how much, but it’s all over his face, his shirt, and accompanied by dirt and grime. One of his hands hangs limp at his side, his opposite clenched into a tight fist. The breeze dies down, the curtain falls back into place, and he’s cast once more in shadow. 

Crossing your arms, you lean against the doorframe. Anyone else, you’d help without question. At one point, you would’ve let him in willingly. But it had been months since you’d last spoken, and you had no intentions of ever seeing him again.

“Why should I help you?” 

He lowers his eyes, looks at the floor. When he answers, his voice is strained. 

“Because I have nowhere else to go.”

The more your eyes adjust in the dim light, the more you can see. Tattered clothes, rain dripping from the tips of his salt-and-pepper curls, his eyes dull. You wonder if he’s trying to make himself look like a kicked puppy, petulant and pathetic, but it doesn’t really seem like something Joel would do.

“Please?” 

He’s in pain, you can read it on his face, and you wonder if it’s because of his injuries, or because of how horrible it must be for him to beg you for help. Historically, it’s always been you in his place, needing something – and if it didn’t serve his interests, he’d leave you in the dust. Joel never made exceptions, no matter the circumstances, despite how long you’d known one another. With that to consider, you have every right to turn him away. You should feel satisfied, seeing him so desperate. You wished you could feel satisfied, but you didn’t.

“Fine.” You let him in. What is it about him that always makes you cave? 

Pulling a chair away from your small kitchen table, he staggers behind you, favoring his right foot, bracing himself on any surface he walks past – the doorframe, the countertop, the table, until he finally lowers himself into the chair.  

You cross the room. It takes most of your bodyweight to shift the couch in the corner of the room away from the vent behind it, and you kneel down. Air conditioning and heat are a thing of the past, but it’s got other purposes now. Using a blade of the knife you always keep handy, you’rable to pry the metal grate away from the wall, to pull out a tin tackle box that you haven’t had to touch in awhile. 

Joel’s still at the table when you return to him, breathing labored, and you flick on the lights. He blinks, his eyes are on you, you can feel the way his body is pinched with nervous energy – like a starving feral cat that’s been trapped in a cage, and still can’t decide if it trusts you yet. As if you’d ever done anything to hurt him. If anything, you should be scared.

“Alright,” you say. “Let me take a look at you.”

His eyes have shifted away from your face, but, too proud to cast them down, he’s glaring at some fixed point behind you, glazing over. He doesn’t want to register what is actually going on. It doesn’t stop you from the task at hand, and you begin to take inventory of his injuries.

“So what happened?” you ask. He’s got a black eye forming, several small cuts all over his face, one of which is slicing through his bottom lip, causing it to swell.

“It’s none of your business,” he quips.

“It’s precisely my business, if you want me to be able to actually help you.” 

“A deal went wrong,” he said. “I was in someone else’s territory. They said rather than turning me into FEDRA, they’d let me off easy.”

“This is being let off easy?” you ask, then cluck your tongue. 

Joel doesn’t answer. 

“And that?” you eye the bump forming on his opposite temple. 

“It’s nothing,” he says, even though, when you graze a thumb over it, he swallows hard. 

“You’re gonna need to be more specific.”

“Got uh, shoved into a brick wall.”

You slide two fingers underneath his chin, using light pressure to tilt his face towards you. “Look at me.” When you’re staring at him like this, studying him closely, you’re forced to acknowledge how handsome he is. Even battered and bruised, it’s the dark, sad eyes, sharp jawline, long lashes that draw you in. He’s hardened by the world he’s been surviving in for twenty years, like everyone is, but he wears it well. You’d never tell him that. 

“Any blurry vision, dizziness?” You aim your flashlight in his eyes, and his pupils constrict. 

“No,” he says. You study him a moment more, and know what to look for. But you don’t find anything of concern.

“Well, I don’t think you have a concussion,” you say. “But I’ll keep an eye on it…..What else happened?” 

“Got me with a knife.” That is what you’ve been the most concerned with since he’s stepped inside. There’s a dark stain blooming on his shirt, just below his left ribcage

“I see,” you say, stepping back. “Take your shirt off.” You open the tin that you left on the table.

It’s full of medical supplies, ones you’d pocketed from the QZ hospital the last few years working there. It’s not easy to sneak them out, nor is it entirely ethical, but you’ve gotten pretty good at it, and now have a decent sized stash built up in case of any emergencies. You’re still deciding if Joel Miller’s well-being is worth the waste of supplies it’s going to be.

When you turn back to him, he has unbuttoned his shirt, but is struggling to shrug it off his right shoulder, where his arm hangs limp at his side. 

“I….” he manages….”I can’t move my arm.”

“Sit up,” you instruct, and he does, which gives you room to slide the rest of his shirt off his shoulder. You immediately notice the obvious deformity. “Looks dislocated.” 

He nods, looking at the floor. “I was trying to defend myself.”

The idea of him, outnumbered and outmaneuvered, a position he’s so rarely in, is unpleasant. He might be an asshole, but because of it, he always comes out on top. There’s something almost comforting about that kind of consistency these days, and it’s tough to stomach the idea that he doesn’t have superpowers, he’s just another person. You’re not sure why you still hold him in such high regard.

You can’t dwell on it. Especially because what’s more pressing is the cut below his ribs, a few inches in length. It’s still bleeding, but not severely. It’s not a stab wound either, even though it’s deeper than you’d expected, but there’s no internal organ damage.

You take a clean cloth and place it over the wound, guiding his left hand overtop it. “You’ll need stitches.” You slide your hand from underneath his, ignoring the warm weight of his touch. “But we need to stop the bleeding. Apply pressure.” He does, and winces.

“You don’t have anything for the pain?” you ask, raising your eyebrow. 

“Front pocket of my shirt,” he says. You fish out a pill. Oxys. You’re not sure how strong they are, and you don’t want to encourage the habit, but this might be a case where he actually needs one. 

There’s a glass of water already sitting on the table, and you grab it, standing over him. Neither of his arms are free to accept the offering.

“Open up.”

He glowers at you like a defiant child. 

“Are you serious?” you tilt your head. “Come on.”

Reluctantly, he opens his mouth, and you tilt your hand to drop the pill in and lift the glass of water to his lips. 

When you’re done with that, it’s time to work on his shoulder. You had done this a few times before, even once to your mother, who had also been a doctor. Med schools didn’t exist anymore, but you didn’t need a degree now to provide care, at least not in this QZ…just experience. And your mother had taught you everything she knew. Before your part of town fell to the virus, she’d even had you reading her old textbooks. So you felt like you were only missing the degree.

You pull up a chair to face him, so close it’s touching the corner of his own, and sit, carefully taking his injured arm and bending it upwards with one of your thumbs in the crease of his elbow, your opposite hand wrapped around his wrist until his forearm is resting against your chest. 

It’s way more intimate than you want it to be, but you don’t have much of a choice. His jaw is set so hard you think he might crack a tooth. “So sometimes, if you relax your muscles enough, you can actually get the shoulder back into place that way.”

You release his wrist and reach out to knead the muscles around the problem area - his chest, his shoulder, in between his shoulder blades. He tilts his head back in the chair, his face pinched. 

“It’s okay,” you say softly. “Just don’t hold your breath, that makes it worse.”

Joel hates this, you can tell. How often does he have to rely on someone so much to help him, that he lets them touch you like you are, lets them see him vulnerable? 

As much as you can, you avoid eye contact, looking down. You didn’t need to see him shirtless before to know that he’s muscular – not perfectly cut, but that isn’t really your thing, anyways. He looks good enough that your eyes are being drawn to places they shouldn’t be, down his torso to the v-lines dipping into the waistband of his jeans. He clears his throat, and you turn to find him watching you. You hope he can’t feel the way your heart is hammering against the back of his hand. 

It’s been a few minutes that you’re trying to get him to relax, but he can’t seem to. You should’ve known that this method wasn’t going to work for him of all people.

“Okay, I’m just going to try to move your arm a bit, see if that’ll work instead.”

He nods.

“Just keep breathing,” you instruct. “In through your nose, out through your mouth.” you slowly guide his elbow forward, still keeping traction. 

He hisses. “Relax,” you soothe. It’s hard, despite the bad blood between you, to resist the urge to be warm, gentle. To reassure. It’s in your nature, it’s part of your job.

Eventually, and with a little patience, you’re able to get the joint to move back into place, and you check to be sure Joel is able to move it on his own. He can, even though it’s sore. You fashion him a sling made out of an ace bandage. 

“You’re probably gonna be a little sore for a while, so take it easy.” It’s probably a useless instruction to give because you know he won’t take it easy. 

He has a sprained ankle, and you wrap it up, elevate it. There’s a near-perfect footprint left behind in dirt on the skin there. Like someone had stomped on his leg hoping to break it. You’re glad they failed.  

Next is the stitches. There’s a few cuts on his body that need one or two, but you start with the big one. The wound has stopped bleeding, so you disinfect it, pull out your tools, and begin working, bent over him. Every time the needle pierces his skin, he tenses. You wonder if the one oxy was enough, or if it hardly touched the pain because he’s using them so often.

The entire time you’re treating him, you’re trying to be as clinical as possible. You’ve got to focus because if you think too much about him, you think about the last interaction you shared, and how pathetic you’d been. And the fact that he’d thought to come to you of all people for this makes your head spin. It’s not supposed to. You aren’t supposed to feel these things for him. You aren’t supposed to owe him anything.

Joel’s fist curls so tightly into itself that his knuckles turn white, fingernails leaving crescents in the skin of his palms. “Kind of feels like you’re making this as painful as possible.”

You smirk slightly. “Don’t give me any ideas.”

He sniffs, and you glance up to see him looking down at you, the ice that had been in his gaze before has thawed.

You squint at him, try to act indifferent, and turn your attention back to the stitches. “Don’t worry, I’m almost done.” 

“Thank fucking-”

“Shhh, you’re distracting me.”

His hand relaxes slightly as you keep working, slow and methodical, silence casting like a spell. 

“Why me?” you ask, finally.

“What?”

“Why did you come here? To me?” you pause. “It’s been forever. You’ve got Tess, right? Couldn’t she help you?”

Joel rubs his aching shoulder. “I didn’t want to scare her,” he answers. “And…I know you’re used to handling this kind of thing.”

“Uh-huh,” you say. “I am.”

One of you should probably acknowledge what had happened. But it won’t be me, you think.

“There,” you tie off the last stitch, and cover the wound with some gauze and a waterproof bandage. “You’ll probably need antibiotics. I’ll try to snag some from the hospital tomorrow.” 

Once you’ve fixed the most pressing issues, you focus on cleaning all the cuts and bruises on his face, his torso, cleaning and wrapping his bloodied knuckles. It’s probably been at least two hours since he arrived when you finally draw away from him, your surgical gloves snapping as you pull them inside-out, and off your hands, discarding them on the table, which is now littered with bloodied gauze, bandage wrappers, and medical supplies. You wish you had more ice packs than just the one for his shoulder and ankle, since he could use them just about everywhere, but it’ll have to do. 

“Could use a drink after all that,” Joel says, looking at his hands, flexing his fingers. 

“Don’t push it,” you answer, scraping the mess off your kitchen table into a bin. It dawns on you that you do have a half-empty bottle of bourbon sitting in your cabinet that’s surprisingly good. “But now that you mention it….” 

He snorts, the closest thing to a laugh you’ve ever heard. 

You pour a few fingers of whiskey into two glasses, sliding one across the table to him. Neither of you clink glasses, but you do eye each other over the rims of your cups as you take the drink in one go.

Joel places his empty on the table. “I should get out of here.”

“In your shape, it might be better to wait for light.” As much as he won’t admit it, you know he’s still weak, not in his right mind, and vulnerable to any FEDRA agents working the streets. “But I have to sleep, I’ve got work in the morning.”

Surprisingly, he doesn’t fight you. 

You curl yourself up on the couch, that is old and worn but still surprisingly comfortable. Joel sits at the table awhile more, and has one more drink. After all the activity of the night, you’re out within minutes. 

Joel drags himself over to the bed, which you’d never offered him directly, but he assumed to take since you were on the couch. He doesn’t think he’ll sleep, but he can’t sit upright in your uncomfortable kitchen chair anymore. Every part of his body aches. Your bed is in the corner, neatly made, even though it’s just threadbare sheets and a blanket. His never is, and he finds it ridiculous you must waste the time at the beginning of your day for something like that.

He sprawls across it, surprised at its comfort. A breeze coming through the open window drifts your curtains to the side, and he catches a glimpse of the full moon. Between the liquor, and the pills, the pain has subsided enough that he’s able to relax a little. The sun will be up soon. He just has to wait…

— — — — — —

The next thing Joel hears is your voice, muffled by the buffer of your front door. He looks at the clock next to your bed, it’s early in the evening. The sunlight trickling through the gaps of your curtains is golden, a slanting orange glow in the corner of the room. The window is closed. Fuck. Did he really sleep all day? He uses his good arm to shield his eyes from the offending light before stretching. 

Sheets on top of him rustle, he must have climbed under them at some point the night before.

It feels like he’s been hit by a freight train, and he groans. Pain drips through him, settles in his shoulder, his side, his head. His mouth is dry, and he sees a full glass of water next to him, two white pills. He couldn’t remember you leaving that morning, but it had to have been you who left them there. Who else would it have been? Without thinking, he indulges. 

There’s a note scrawled on a scrap of paper underneath the pills. He picks it up with his free arm, the other one still wrapped in a sling. 

– Take pain meds

– Ice shoulder, eye, temple, ankle

– Change dressing

– LEAVE

The last word is underlined twice. He exhales, letting his head drop back against the pillows, until it snaps to attention….you’re still outside, but your voice has gotten louder, more animated. You’re talking to someone….no…..you’re raising your voice at someone. He can’t make it out through the door, and for all the bad things he could say based on the nature of your relationship, he knows that you don’t often lose your temper. 

‘I think you should leave,’ he catches the end of what you’re saying and is immediately jolted out of the fog of discomfort, leaving your note on the bedside table.

He’s crosses the room, ignoring the protest of pain from his ankle, hears a man’s voice respond, but just a snippet – ‘stupid fucking bitch’ – and he’s throwing open the door, nearly trampling you, since you’re pressed against the threshold with your arms around your backpack, eyes wide. 

When Joel follows your gaze, he spots a man about your age standing a few feet away, chest puffed out and chin up. 

“Joel,” you say, and he’s taken aback by your tone – relief. He’s never heard you say his name like that. Somewhere, in a small part of his brain he doesn’t want to acknowledge, he thinks he might like to hear you say it again. 

“You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend,” the guy tilts his head back to look up at Joel, giving him a once over, and steps backward in consideration. 

Instead of correcting him, you say nothing. 

“What’s going on here?” Joel asks, and you lower your arms, move your shoulders back, standing up straighter as you turn to look at him.

“Ben was just leaving,” you say. 

“Sounds like a good idea,” Joel answers. His hand instinctively comes to rest on your shoulder – reverent, protective. He knows he’s in no shape to get into a fight right now, but he’s significantly larger than the other man, and figures that alone will be enough of a deterrent.

Ben notices, and nose curls into a snarl, rolling his eyes. “Fine, whatever. He’s like…old enough to be your dad,” he mumbles under his breath.

You don’t answer, just stare with contempt as he retreats down the hallway. Once Ben has turned the corner, you step into your place, Joel’s hand falling from your shoulder. 

“Who was that?”

“Just some guy from work,” you say, sounding uninterested, dropping your backpack onto your kitchen table.

“How often does he–?”

“Let’s not get into it,” you shake your head as you pull open the curtains, sunlight casting warmth all over the room, specks of dust glittering in the air. But he wants to know more. He’s tried to ignore all the suffering that isn’t his own since the world went to shit, but he’s at least aware of how dangerous it is to be a woman, living on her own.

“I didn’t think you’d still be here, did you sleep all day?” 

Joel doesn’t answer.

“You probably needed it.”

You disappear into the bathroom, and Joel sees a rush of light through that door, the creak of a window opening. “I brought the antibiotics, they’re in my bag,” you say when you exit, hands on your hips. “You’re not feeling feverish, are you?”

Joel shakes his head no, and sits back down on the bed. 

“Well that’s good,” you go to the counter. “Hey, if you need to shower here, it’s probably better because I can dress your wound before you go. I was actually thinking today about how you would definitely fuck it up if you tried to do it youself.”

He rolls his eyes at the insult, but answers. “That’s fine.”

You’re making yourself something to eat. He notices a polaroid on your bedside table. It’s two kids – a girl and a younger boy, her arms around him – their lips curled into identical smiles. When he looks closer, he realizes the girl is you. 

Please? My brother is sick, he’s in a lot of pain, you had said, on your knees in front of him, swallowing hard. Your fingers were curled in his belt loops, the cold steel button of his jeans pressed into your chin, so close he thought it might leave a permanent mark. In one of your hands was a wad of credits, only a couple short of what he’d asked you for in exchange for the pills. I’ll do anything you want me to.

Of course he wanted you, how could he not? He wondered if you knew that already, and were just trying to take advantage of his weakness. Or maybe you were just that desperate. It didn’t matter either way. He can’t do it. Not like this, he thought. 

No, is his answer.

He stepped backwards, away and you still tried to cling to him. Sensing his reluctance, you continued to talk.  Joel, whatever you want. I’ll do whatever, please…it’s nothing. Eventually, he slipped from your grasp, and you fell back to your heels. He left you there, and he didn’t look back.

The memory is burned into his brain, and has followed him to sleep more times than he’d be willing to admit. He swallows hard, and you’re standing in front of him with an opened jar of applesauce and a spoon against your lips. “Are you looking through my shit?” you ask. 

“It was sitting out.” 

You snatch the photo from his hand so quickly that one of your nails knicks his thumb, shoving it in your back pocket and jerking your head towards the bathroom. “Hurry, I can’t be up late like last night.”

The shower feels nice, even if the pressure is shit and the water is cold. He still has blood caked under his fingernails that he can’t seem to fully eradicate even after scrubbing them against his palms. He slips back into his jeans when he’s done, and he notices a clean shirt has been left on the bed when he exits. 

“You done?” your voice calls. There’s the sound of a book snapping shut, your weight shifting on the couch. “I want my bed back.”

Joel grunts an affirmation, and you round the corner with the tin of medical supplies from the night before, discarding what you were reading on the foot of the bed. “This’ll take two minutes. Let me see.” Pausing in front of him, you press your fingers, a little experimentally, along his ribs, peering closer to examine your work. “Oh, this looks good. It should heal nicely.”

“It doesn’t feel good.”

“Uh-huh, but it’ll get better. Give it time.”

He sits down while you shimmy out of your flannel shirt. You begin to work, quietly, quickly, and at first, he tries to look away, at the top of the bedside table where you’ve placed a bag of antibiotics and a fresh glass of water. The note that was there earlier, with instructions on how to take care of himself in your absence, that also told him to LEAVE, is gone. He gives in and turns back to you, knelt between his legs like it’s nothing, pressing an adhesive bandage across the wound. 

He’s not sure why he had expected you to be cruel. You should be cruel, he knows that, but you aren’t. Your touch is confident, firm, and surprisingly tender. It must be muscle memory, he thinks, because he’s never known you to be sweet. Maybe he hadn’t been paying close enough attention.

“There,” you say, pulling away. “Now, I’d recommend changing that once a day at least, if you can. Take an antibiotic once a day, and make sure you do the full course. Ice your elbow, eye, ankle, all that every couple hours. Also, you should really use a sling for at least a month-”

“No.” He knows he won’t do any of those things, can’t really afford to between work, life, and resources.

“Suit yourself.”

“I will.”

You don’t scoff or roll your eyes at him or try to convince him why he should, and it’s like a peace offering. I could fight you on this, because I’m smart, but I won’t. It’s everything you’re saying, but you’re silent, and you sit on the edge of your bed a foot or two away, poking your fingers into the laces of your boots, untying them. 

“I’m sorry.”

Joel says it before he can stop himself. He can’t remember the last time he’s said those two words.

You balk at him. “For what?” 

Everything. “Your brother.”

“Oh,” you say, focusing back on your feet, pulling them out of your boots and pressing your thumbs into each arch. You shrug, shake your head.  “Yeah, well….I’m just glad he’s not in pain anymore.” 

“Yeah.”

“...And at least it wasn’t….you know…” The infection. 

He nods, takes a beat.

“I should get going,” Joel says, his hands on his knees. “The next time you need something-” 

“Uh-huh,” you cut him off tersely. “Right.”

“All I’m saying is that I owe you one.”

“You really think I believe that, coming from you?” You snort, shake your head, and reach to pat his leg in a patronizing way, until his hand lands atop your own. He thinks it might make him feel better, to see if your reaction to his touch gives anything away. But it doesn’t. Everything about you is rigid, cool. 

“I’m sorry….about that night,” he decides, purposely changing the subject. “But I don’t make exceptions.”

“Right. Then, I guess I’m a fool for doing this,” you gesture towards him, with your free hand - all the work you’d done. 

Joel shakes his head no, fingers tightening around your hand, clasping it hard. He’s sure, or at least he hopes, somehow, you can see it. That this isn’t a jab, that he means it. 

I’m sorry. 

You look down at where his hand is squeezing yours, and he watches your throat work once. 

“No,” he begins. “You just have every reason to hate me.”

A wistful smile crosses your face, but it’s hard to decipher what it means. To him, you’re still unreadable, even staring right at him. Most people avoid Joel’s eyes at all costs, but not you. You slide your hand out from underneath his, and he thinks for a second you’re going to retaliate. His body is facing yours, his hair is still damp, dripping onto his bare skin. It doesn’t stop you from placing your hands on either one of his shoulders, and learning forward. 

The white tank top you’re wearing clings to every curve of your body, except where it’s shifted off your shoulder, revealing a black bra strap. It’s intoxicating to have you this close. You must be able to hear the way his heart picks up, thuds heavy against his ribs, being so close to him.

“You think I hate you…” you say quietly, voice a low murmur, tilting your head, studying him. “That’s why you want me, isn’t it?”

This is why he’s never liked you. That uncanny ability to stare right through him, crack open the camera, spool out the film. 

“Isn’t it?” you prompt, when all he can offer is silence.

Of course it is. It is always easier when hate is involved. Hate bolds the blurry lines, boils everything down to its simplest point – that’s all that this would be, just two people trying to escape, if only for a little bit. And you, he’s sure, would make it so easy. 

“Yes,” he answers, though he’s not sure if he believes it. In this case, hate is just another medium to channel energy through. Passionate energy. True hate, maybe, would be your indifference. And neither of you are indifferent.

“Well….” you lean forward, your lips are nearly touching. He’s still frozen. “Maybe I do hate you.”

It’s a beat before anything happens, a few seconds of uninterrupted eye contact, your eyes have darkened, pupils wide. 

He pounces on you, ignoring the scream of soreness through his body as he cups both sides of your face, his tongue already scraping on your teeth, swallowing the surprised noise you make, which he finds ridiculous because what did you think was going to happen, talking to him like that?

But you can’t be that shocked, because your arms have tightened around his shoulders, you’re pulling him closer, he’s pulling you closer. A tightrope, about to snap. 

He wraps himself around you protectively, you feel so small there, he’s aware how easily he could break you, but he won’t. Or at least…he’ll try not to. 

You break away first. “Fuck.”

Your lips are full, wet, flush, parted, and you’re panting. He pulls you back against him, and you oblige, much more pliant this time, letting him claim you. Two sets of hands fumbling for purchase. 

“I do want you.”

“Then have me.”

He pulls you onto his lap, still sitting on the edge of the bed, and it’s shameful how easily you move there, settle your weight across his hips. You’re warm, so warm…too warm. His skin pricks.

Your hands thread into his hair and tug, it’s heavenly. He’s not used to being touched like this.. Grinding down, you find him already already rock hard – he has been since you were knelt in front of him cleaning his stitches, but he’d been trying to ignore it – and he moans. “You like that?” 

He hums into your mouth, agreeable. Yes. 

Joel wants to touch you, won’t be satisfied if he can’t, and he tugs at the hem of your shirt. You pull back, just for a split second to pull it over your head. It takes him a moment, but he still remembers how to unclasp a bra with one hand, and you’re bare before him. All he has to do is run a calloused palm up your spine and you’re arching your body closer, until he can mouth at your breasts. 

You sigh as he cups, squeezes, pinches. Latches onto one of your nipples and grazes his teeth over it, watching you closely….your eyes closed, head falling back, murmuring. Yes.

What he wants to do is to lift you up, spin you around, and press your back against the mattress. He wants to spread you open across the bed, put his head between your thighs and lave at you like a man starved. He wants to hear every way you can cry, moan, whimper his name as his tongue works your clit, fingers in your cunt, washing over him. Of course, he’d go gentle at first – not too gentle – but gentle enough, work you up. He wants to dangle you over the ledge, hold you there until you’re begging to be let go. And after you finally come, pulsing around his fingers, he’d wrap your legs around his hips and fuck you into the mattress until you do it again. After the first time, he thinks, it’d be even easier to get you to do it again. And again. Would you face his steely gaze head on, eyes fluttering? Would your nails scrape track marks down his back? Would you stifle a moan by sinking your teeth into the pulse point on his neck? He wants to- no, needs to know.

But he’s weak right now, and can’t do any of that. He’ll settle for what he can get.

Your fingers are twisting the button on his pants. “Come on,” you murmur. 

“You shouldn’t want me,” he warns.

“I know.” But I still do.

Your hand is down his pants, and he shifts his weight backwards to wiggle further out of them. It’s far more hurried than either of you deserve. You don’t even attempt to tease him through his boxers first, your hand wrapping around him in one swift and confident movement. 

Hissing, Joel sees you duck your head, feels the press your lips against his neck, his cock jumping in your grip as you run your thumb over the head, pump him once.

“You’re so big,” your voice is all breathy and soft, the sound of it has him growing even more frantic. He tugs at the loops on the side of your jeans. 

“Take these off.”

Yes. There’s no protest.

It’s torture when you leave his lap, for the brief time you do, his gaze tracing the curve of your ass as you wriggle out of your pants, then your panties, and when your return to him, he holds you closer.

“I knew you’d be so fucking good for me.”

“Did you?” It's playful, breathless, your arms around his neck. The lightest he’s ever heard you. 

You’re wet, already dripping onto him, and he dips a finger between your thighs, sliding it through your slickness, dipping into you just so, enjoying the noises you make before withdrawing. It’s a shame he can’t take his time. He’s too impatient. One of his hands he uses to guide his cock to your cunt, and the other he uses to steady your hips. His head drops to watch himself sink into you. 

The stretch of him inside you makes your toes curl, you’re already pulsing around him and he hasn’t even given you everything.

“Fuck,” Joel whispers your name when he feels you around him, all-encompassing and overwhelming. “So fucking good.”

You’re whining, but it’s unintelligible, your head bobbing into an enthusiastic nod, teeth snagging your lower lip. When he’s reached the hilt, you pause only for a moment before you begin to move on your own accord. Experimental rolls of your hips, not drawing back far at all, keeping him deep inside you, rutting and writhing with no reprieve. He thinks he might come right then and there, it’s been so long, and it’s you. This young, pretty thing who – if this whole fucking world hadn’t gone to shit – wouldn’t have looked twice at him before. It’s just another injustice – that you’re going to let someone like him ruin you.

You begin to bounce on him, dragging yourself along his length. “That’s a good fucking girl,” he groans. “Just like that.” 

“It’s so…fuck, Joel, you feel-”

“I know.” He answers, partially in agreement, and partially to shut you up. If you keep saying his name like that, it’s not going to end well. 

He tries as best as he can to answer your hips with ruts of his own, but it’s sloppy, erratic. The whole thing is, and he wants to curse himself because it really shouldn’t be, just like he shouldn’t be thinking about what he’ll do differently next time. 

It’s the first time he’s been with you, so he doesn’t know what it feels like when you’re getting close, but you’re throbbing and pulsing around him, your breathy pants and soft sighs start sounding more desperate. 

You’re so fucking wet he can hear it, can feel it seeping out, dripping down his balls onto the mattress. He realizes one of his hands is just clenched into a fist, nails digging into his palm, trying his hardest not to come before you do. All he wants is to give you something, a chance to make up for everything that he’s taken.

“More,” you murmur, you don’t even seem to remember, or care, that he’s hurt. That you’d spent hours the night before after he’d been torn apart, putting him back together. “More, please.” 

His lips quirk into a boyish smile, something you’ve never seen before. He likes you like this, begging, desperate, sweet. “Don’t laugh,” but your lips are quirking, too, and you fucking nuzzle against his beard to hide it.

“I’m not - fuck.”

The shower was useless, he’s already sweating again, but so are you, and he trails his tongue across your neck to taste it, then unclenches his fist, moving it between your legs. He takes your clit between his knuckles, circling it carefully, steadily, while his cock keeps hitting the same, soft spot over and over again. 

You can’t get enough. “Harder, Joel…please.”

Of course, he obliges. And he’s lucky, because he doesn’t have to do much more. You slow, legs shaking, and you’re suddenly so tight around him he can’t move. “That’s it, baby, come on, so fucking good…” he would, is, saying anything to feel you. His name is a mewl on your lips, the rubber-band snaps, and you come around him, pressing every part of yourself against the hard line of his torso. He aches, it’s the sweetest torture he’s ever known. 

He knows, because he’s going to fuck you through it, has to, that he will not last any longer. 

“Where?” he pants, and you’re still peaking, gasping, grabbing. 

“Inside me,” you answer. “Please, inside me.”

He’s too lost in the moment to consider the consequences. Doesn’t care about them at all. When he comes, you groan at the feeling of him fucking you full, cunt still squeezing him, not as tightly as before, but still apparent.

The last bit of arousal is still waning, and he leans back to lie on the bed, pulling you with him. You fall to his chest, hands pressing lightly to adjust your position, suddenly aware again of the wound beneath his ribs, the bruises on his shoulder, settling so you’re pressed against his side, his arm still loose around your waist.

Neither of you say anything for a long time, and he notices your legs are trembling. 

We shouldn’t have done that, he wants you to say, as you should. But you show no signs of remorse.

Before all this, when he was a different man, he would’ve helped clean you up after. He would have soothed you in the aftermath; stroked your hair, peppered kisses along your neck, your cheeks, pulled you close so you could fall asleep in his arms. He can’t now, because you’re smart and you’d know what it means, but the guilt gnaws at him. 

When you sit up, pulling your shirt back over your head, sliding on your panties, and walking towards the bathroom, he imagines you think you’re doing him a favor. You are, in a way. Or maybe, you’re resisting the same impulse that he is.

You return a few minutes later, wrapped in a tattered robe, and climb next to him on the bed, propping yourself up on your elbows, then looking down at him. Between the combination of being tired, stiff, and fucked-out, he still hasn’t moved. 

“Don’t you think Tess is worried about where you are?” You bend your knees back and cross your ankles. 

“She knows I can take care of myself.”

Your eyebrow quirks. Can you? Joel turns away and stares up at the water-damaged ceiling panels.

“You should probably go.” 

His head snaps back towards you. He thinks of every person over the last twenty years he’d said the equivalent to after sex, and wonders if it made them feel as nauseous as he does hearing those words from your mouth.

The feeling fades – only a little – when you reach over to press your palm to the side of his face, cupping his cheek, before tenderly moving a piece of damp hair off his forehead, nails scraping against his scalp.

He lets his eyes close just for a beat, before nodding and sitting up. “Thank you,” he says, and he’s not sure what for. All of it, he supposes.

“Uh-huh,” you roll over, reaching to grab your book that had fallen to the floor at some point during your coupling, while he pulls on his clothes, laces up his boots, and takes the antibiotics from your bedside table.

Joel takes one last look at you, already engrossed in your reading, and then walks to the door.

“You know where to find me, if you need anything.”

You look up, nod, and he’s gone.

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part ii