#idk if that applies here it didn’t show up in the taglist

[shadelorde]

After seeing all these Orbo defense posts on tumblr circulating around, I’d thought maybe the clips I’d watched had been taken out of context.

And they were, but the context actually made him look worse.

Yes, Scarab should not be neglecting his other summons (or manhunting people, though I don’t think that’s what Orbo seems to take issue with) but…he is correct in that multidimensional fuckery is not. safe. Or at least, he’s had it drilled into his head that it’s not safe. Like being a god auditor is. His job.

When Scarab tells Orbo about Prismo’s unauthorized universe, Orbo’s response? “Prismo? Nah. That guy’s cool.” Immediately showing right off the bat that he will and does play favorites. If he’s able to pull Scarab from whatever universe he wants after being able to tell that he was neglecting his other calls, how is he NOT able to tell that Prismo created an entire unauthorized universe in the first place? And when he DOES find out, does he believe Scarab? No, because “Prismo’s cool and would never do that.”

And like. Scarab clearly knows he would react this way. Even if Scarab DOES have a vendetta against Prismo because he wanted to be wishmaster, he’s right (or has been taught by the same system that he is right) that an unauthorized universe without proper precautions IS DANGEROUS. But he knows Orbo wouldn’t believe him, so he wants to talk to the Upper boss. And Orbo physically prevents him from doing that. Which to me, reeks of a bad middle management who doesn’t want to get caught being bad at his job and playing favorites, so he keeps his employees from alerting someone in a higher position of power. He physically pulls Scarab into a different room and says “you can make your case to me.”

And when Scarab does “make his case” to Orbo, Orbo responds with. “Say goodbye to your legs.” Like. I do not fucking care actually if he was joking around or trying to be funny but I am of the opinion that it’s WILDLY inappropriate to threaten your employees in AMY situation, and scarab CLEARLY did not take it as a joke. And he really only stops when the upper boss DOES call, THEN he backs off.

And it doesn’t really matter whether Scarab “deserved” to be taken down a notch, because like. Orbo was STILL a bad boss and did it in ENTIRELY the wrong way and still chose to play favorites, AND it is, in fact, Scarab’s fucking job to deal with this kind of multiverse shit, which he points out, which Orbo has NO comeback to except to threaten his LEGS.

Also to me, Orbo reads like a boss who’s trying to be Cool and Relatable and is like “this isn’t just a workplace guys it’s a Family :)” which is the biggest red flag a boss could ever have.

[bro-atz]

Hi, its my first time to request. Since its halloween can you write an incubus Yunho one shot fanfiction? I just want the fanfic has a plot before the smut scenes and its up to you what would that be. Thanks 😊

dream in a dream

in which: yunho needs to fuck in order to stay alive, but he fell in love with you in the process.

pair: incubus!yunho/afab!reader

word count: 8k

content: smut, angst... a lot of sex... like a lot a lot, death, raw sex (remember to wrap up irl!), consensual...? definitely not non-con, but... mostly consensual idk sexsomnia/somnophilia are hard to categorize

author's note: friend... my brain literally exploded HAHA i never thought the day would come when i would be requested to write an incubus ff... anyway i really ran with the idea apparently so i hope you like this ridiculously long incubus!yunho also i am so sorry for how it ends... seriously i'm truly sorry idk what i did happy halloween ig?

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The thing with immortal beings that a lot of people don’t know is that they’re not actually immortal. They have to do certain things to stay alive. Humans have to eat food and drink water to stay alive, but not immortal beings. Each one is different. Vampires feed on blood (duh), banshees feed on revenge, wendigos need to consume human flesh, and an incubus needs to have sex. Vulgar? Yes, but it’s the truth.

It’s not just about sex for an incubus, though. They need the health, the energy, the life force from a human, and they have sex in order to obtain that.

Yunho was an incubus. He was kind of a lousy one at that. No, he was good at obtaining the energy he needed to keep going, but the problem for him was that he was picky. Some vampires only like a certain blood group, and Yunho only had an affinity for certain people. It was hard for Yunho to find someone he didn’t immediately despise. Think about it— he can’t have sex if he can’t get it up, and there were a select amount of people on the planet who could get him to that point.

That was when he met you.

You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his entire life (and he had lived such a long life). There was just something about the way you would laugh and smile that made his heart flutter, and just watching you walking away from him made his body burn with lust. You were the one. He just knew that you were the one from the beginning, before he even slept with you.

You sighed deeply as you flopped onto your bed. You had a horrible day at work, and you wanted to relieve your stress one way or another, but you just couldn’t figure out what to do in order to relax. You dragged yourself into your bathroom and forced yourself to get ready to go to bed.

As you sat on your bed under the duvet in your tank top and shorts silk pajama set and watched TV, you couldn’t help but feel like something was off. You couldn’t tell what it was, but after getting sucked into the drama in your show, that feeling vanished. Sleepily, you turned your TV off and slept.

Then, your eyes fluttered open. Something got onto your bed, and you knew because you felt the bed dip. You blinked a couple of times and saw a shadowy figure next to you. You wanted to scream, and you opened your mouth to do so, but the figure covered your mouth.

“Shh, baby,” the figure whispered in the most reassuring, low, manly voice. “I’m not here to hurt you.”

“W-who are you? What’re you doing here? How did you get in here?” you rambled off all of the questions in your head.

“None of those things matter,” he responded with the same, low register. “What matters is this. Us.”

The figure brushed your hair out of your face lightly, and you found yourself comforted by his touch. There was something about the warmth in his hands that reassured you. His fingers ran down the side of your face, down your neck, and over your shoulder, slipping your tank top strap off the side. You trembled when you felt his lips press lightly against your shoulder and let out a tiny moan as their kisses trailed along the part of your chest that was exposed.

“Why…?” you breathed out.

He responded, but you couldn’t hear him over the sound of blood rushing to your ears when you felt his body weight press further into you. You lost yourself even more when he brushed hair away from your neck and left sweet kisses.

“Just enjoy it, Y/N,” he whispered.

“You know my name…?”

He nodded against your neck, continuing to kiss you. You gasped when you felt his hand go under your top and squeeze your breast tightly. You squirmed below him as you felt yourself get more and more turned on— you needed him to do something about it. Whimpers and moans left your lips the more he felt your body up, and those whimpers and moans stopped when his lips met yours. He kissed you sweetly. He originally kissed you only once, but you needed more. You reached for his face and brought him back, kissing him over and over again.

“God, you’re so perfect, Y/N,” he breathed out in between kisses.

When he moved away from you, you wanted to complain, but he didn’t give you the chance. He tugged your shorts down all the way and licked your cunt from bottom to top. You inhaled sharply as his tongue continued to violate you. His firm hands went under your knees and pushed upwards, allowing him to pleasure you even more.

“Oh God,” you hissed when he sucked on your clit.

You felt yourself nearing your climax. You brought your hands to the back of his head and ran your fingers through his hair before holding on tightly to his roots. The closer you got, the firmer your grasp became, and right before you came, you pushed his head closer to you.

“Fuck!” you cried.

Your pussy convulsed, and stars filled your vision as you reached ecstasy. You were breathing rashly when he sat up and wiped his lips with his thumb.

You could barely make out his features now that you got a better view of him, but you knew that the man was fine. His jawline was sharp, and his nose was long and slender. His hair shielded his eyes, but his lips were beautiful and plump. As much as you liked staring at his lips, you wanted them connected to yours again.

Before removing his own clothes, he helped you out of yours. You laid in bed and watched his muscles ripple as he moved, his slender frame swelling up as he inhaled and looked at you. You watched him palm himself, your heart racing as you saw exactly how well hung we was. Slowly, he pinned you down and positioned himself carefully.

You felt like he was going to split you wide open when he entered you. He was long and girthy, and you really weren’t ready for it. Tears slipped out of your eyes as you suppressed your cries. Yet, despite the pain, you didn’t want him to stop, so when he was fully inside you and didn’t move, you whimpered and whined.

“Good job, baby,” he whispered as he pet your hair. “I’m going to start moving now, okay?”

You nodded eagerly, making him have to choke back a laugh. You reached for the back of his neck and brought his face down to yours as he pulled out slowly. You kissed him hungrily while he started to actually fuck you. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and your tongue met his over and over again with every kiss.

At first, he was moving slowly at a steady pace, but suddenly, he thrust sharply into you, making you moan into his mouth. You continued to moan in between the kisses as he fucked you hard, his waist hitting yours with so much force that your entire body shifted forward. Worried that your head would hit the headboard, he put his hand on the top of your head, only to move his hand to the back of your head as he pulled you to sit upright.

His lips were still pressed against yours as he knelt on the bed, his cock still deep inside you. You sat on his lap and held onto him tightly as he raised and lowered you repeatedly. You let out little yelps every time he sat you down on his lap fully, his dick hitting places deep within you with such force.

“So good!” you moaned loudly as you flung your head back. “I’m gonna cum again!”

Without any sort of reaction, he lowered you down again and fucked you senseless, his hips making your ass cheeks sting. You kept crying out with every thrust, and when he slammed into you and stayed inside, filling you with his seed, you came as well. It was only when he pulled out that you squirted onto the bed, his cum leaking out of you.

You remained lying on the bed in a puddle of pleasure as he laid down gently beside you. His fingers tucked your splayed out hair behind your ear and caressed your face as your eyelids suddenly became heavy with sleep. 

Drifting back to sleep, you were barely conscious to hear his response when you asked, “What’s your name?”

“Yunho.”

When you woke up the next morning, you looked up and around wildly, remembering the incredible night you had— also fearing that a stranger really was in your home— but there was no one to be found. You were wearing your pajamas, which confused you because you definitely fell asleep after… That… Naked. Also, your hair and bedsheets were still neat and orderly, which definitely should not have been the case if you had sex that night. Was that all really a dream?

“Geez, get it together,” you whispered to yourself. “There’s no way you slept with a complete stranger last night.”

It had to be the exhaustion, you told yourself. You just needed a break.

“Yunho, you gotta find someone to fuck, otherwise you’re going to vanish. You know how it is,” a demon sighed.

Yunho was with his incubus friends chatting and people watching as they sat in public in their human forms.

“No, I know, Mingi. I found someone,” Yunho answered.

“Wow, the picky incubus finally chose someone?!” another demon exclaimed.

“Shut up, San. And, yes, I did.”

“Who’s the lucky lady?” Mingi asked.

“Just… Someone.”

Mingi and San looked at each other with concern as Yunho looked away, a light blush appearing on his face.

“Yunho… When did you meet this woman?” Mingi asked.

“About a month or two ago.”

“And how many times have you slept with this woman?” San continued the line of questioning.

“Uh, I think eight times.” Yunho lied. “Why?”

“You need to find someone else.”

“Why?”

“Dude, are you stupid, or did you forget that you can only fuck her so many times before she dies?”

Yunho pressed his lips together and looked away. Of course he knew that. He knew, but he couldn’t help it. He loved you. Demons weren’t supposed to fall in love, but there was just something about you that drew him toward you. He couldn’t keep away.

“You’re only at eight—”

“I lied. It’s ten.”

“Okay, fine. You’ve only fucked her ten times, right?” San clarified. “You have to find someone else.”

“It’s not so easy! You guys know how I am.”

“Yes, we do. At least find someone else before you hit twenty,” Mingi said with a sigh. “You don’t want to end up like Yeosang, do you?”

Yeosang was another incubus that was part of Yunho’s little group. He, too, fell in love with a human and fucked her until the fated number— forty-two. When she passed away, Yeosang couldn’t move on. Because he wasn’t having sex, he withered away, leaving both the human world and demon world.

“I know. I’ll find someone else…” Yunho conceded.

It was the weekend for you, and you had a long and stressful week thanks to work, which meant you were going to use the weekend to recover instead of spend it having fun with your friends.

Recovery to you meant sitting in bed, watching TV, and eating as much junk food as your body could handle. As you sat and mindlessly watched whatever it was playing on your television, your mind drifted to the dreams you’ve been having as of late.

It wasn’t every night, but it was starting to become more frequent. You kept dreaming of that man, Yunho, and he had sex with you in each dream. It felt so vivid and real, but every morning after the dream, you’d wake up to a clean bed and clean pajamas. You wished it was real, though. Yunho always fucked you right. He knew exactly how to treat you, which just made you feel even more delusional. How could a dream be better than sex in real life? The human mind truly is incredible.

Your mind kept going. You thought about Yunho and how he looked when he was sweaty and passionate hovering above you, the way he would brush two fingers along your temple to move your hair before leaving a light kiss on your forehead, his technique when he…

You started touching yourself. You thought about Yunho’s fingers, his tongue, his dick. You thought about how good he made you feel whenever you dreamt about him. You rubbed your middle finger over your clit while imaging it was his tongue, and with a soft moan, you slipped two of your fingers into your pussy— although it definitely wasn’t the same because Yunho was significantly bigger and longer.

You thought about the sweet nothings he would whisper in your ear as he fucked you softly. The way he called you baby, the way he praised you… Fuck.

You were close to cumming when all of a sudden an ad on the TV scared the shit out of you. It was loud and for a horror film. You immediately turned off the TV and threw the remote onto your nightstand. Great. The mood was gone. Annoyed, you pulled the covers over you and went to sleep

Yunho, meanwhile, had been watching you— demons had the ability to become invisible, so he was able watch you while leaning against your door frame, his arms crossed over his chest. Watching you was so hot, and if anything, it made him love you even more. He hated that you went to bed unsatisfied, so of course he had to act. He waited until you were fully asleep before turning into his human form and sitting on your bed.

You looked so peaceful lying there fast asleep. Yunho didn’t want to wake you up. But, you were legitimately dreaming about Yunho in that moment, calling his name in a whisper and clutching the air as if you were clutching him.

Yunho turned your head and bent down to kiss you, his lips gently taking your upper lip. It was a long and sweet kiss. Yunho thought that you would for sure wake up like Sleeping Beauty or some other princess, but you were still asleep. He couldn’t wait for you to wake up, though. His cock was itching, aching to pleasure you greatly.

Sloppy kisses echoed in the room as Yunho trailed his lips across your collarbones to your neck. You moaned quietly, shifted, and hugged Yunho with your eyes still closed— you ended up waking up when you felt his hair tickle your cheek. Your hand ran up from his shoulder to the back of his head, your fingers running through his hair.

“Yunho…?” you murmured.

“Yes, baby,” Yunho replied softly.

“Oh, good! You’re here,” you giggled softly while guiding his head towards yours. “I need you. My body needs you.”

“R-really?” Despite knowing that you were masturbating to him, he was still taken aback. He was in love with you, after all.

You nodded and shot him a small, loving smile before kissing his lips. Yunho was overjoyed. He was so overjoyed, in fact, that he could hold himself back. He was grabbing at your body and bringing you closer as if you would run away if he even let go of you for a split second. He rolled onto his back as you laid on his chest, your lips still locking with his, his tongue still playing with yours.

“I… I need you in me. Right now,” you broke the chain, breathing heavily as you spoke to him.

You tucked your thumb under your waistband and pulled your pajama pants along with panties down. Yunho was seriously over the moon. Eagerly, he helped you out of all of your clothes and stripped himself down at the speed of light so that he could swiftly enter you.

Yunho was overly eager. You had to hold onto his arms or shoulders to keep yourself upright as he thrust rapidly and harshly into your sopping wet cunt. Flinging your head back, you cried out in pure bliss when you felt his cock hit deep inside you, waves of pleasure spreading through your body rapidly.

There was no way you were ever going to be able to pleasure yourself properly, you thought to yourself as Yunho’s penis made you cum harder than you ever had before. There was no way you were going to be able to ever be satisfied, not when your dream was this fucking good.

When Yunho came, he came inside you. A thought about breeding you briefly flitted in his mind before he shut that down. He desperately wanted to be with you like that— he wanted to get married to you, have kids with you, and grow old with you. But, that was never going to happen. You were a human, he was a demon, and life was a bitch. He had to settle for being your “dream man” for now.

You were starting to feel weird. For a week straight, you had dreams about Yunho, and when you woke up, you were exhausted. There definitely was no way that the dream was real, which meant that you were dreaming so hard that your body wasn’t getting any rest, or something like that. You tried to rationalize it by yourself, but you realized that you just couldn’t figure it out alone.

You met up with one of your friends for coffee one day. Your friend expressed concern when she saw you literally chugging your coffee to get a new one.

“Okay, I haven’t been sleeping that great lately,” you started.

“Lay it on me, girl.”

“I’ve been having these… Dreams…”

“What kinds of dreams?”

You coughed. You were slightly embarrassed that you were going to admit to your friend that you were having wet dreams, but you had to tell her. “They’re, uh, sex dreams.”

“Oh?”

“And it’s so weird because it’s always the same guy… I’ve never seen the guy in real life before either, so I have no idea who I’m dreaming about.”

“Maybe you saw him in passing once, and now you just think about him.”

“Yeah… Maybe…”

You sighed and took a sip of your third coffee of the day— you had chugged yet another one right before you started explaining your reason for being exhausted to your friend.

“What goes on in these dreams?” she prompted you further.

“Well, he fucks me in every dream,” you said with a slight blush on your face.

“And how is it?”

“Honestly? …Fucking amazing.”

“Oh yeah?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yeah, like, oh my God! If I had sex like that in real life with that guy, I’d grab on and never let go.”

“Maybe we should go look for him? Make your dream a reality?”

You let out a little laugh— there was no way Yunho was real, but sure, you could go hunting for him.

There was a brief moment of silence between you and your friend before you admitted in a hushed tone, “But… Sometimes… I wonder if the dreams are real…”

“What on Earth? What do you mean by that?” you friend asked, her eyes wide.

“Like, I’ll wake up with my back just sore as hell, or my neck kind of bruised—”

“Like a hickey?”

“No, just… Sore and barely bruised. It’s also, like, an entire area and not a small mark.”

“Girly, I think it’s your bed. Get some new pillows and a new mattress.”

“I should… But my mattress cannot be the reason why I’m exhausted.”

“Have you been sleeping?” your friend asked (dumbly).

“Well, obviously, because how the fuck else would I dream about this all the time?” you responded while rolling your eyes. “But… I think I’m just dreaming about it so much that it’s exhausting when I wake up because I wasn’t, like, fully asleep or something…”

“Like lucid dreaming?”

“Yeah! That. Like that. What should I do to stop the lucid dreaming?”

“I think you need to see a doctor. It sounds like it could be sleep apnea or something as well.”

You nodded and continued talking to your friend.

Meanwhile, Yunho and his demon buddies, in their demon forms, were watching you from a distance while eavesdropping on your conversation (incubi had impeccable hearing).

“Yunho, leave her alone. You need to stop with her,” San lectured his friend with a frown.

“It’s easier said than done—”

“No, dude! If you really love her, then don’t do this!” Mingi interrupted.

Yunho sighed and looked down. His friends were right. You were getting weaker by the day, and it was his fault. But, he loved you, and he loved making love to you, and at that point, he’d rather have you die because of him and not because of some other factor. More morbid thoughts filled his head as he pondered his relationship with you.

“How many times has it been, Yunho?” San asked with a heavy sigh.

“…I don’t remember.”

“You don’t remember?! Are you fucking nuts?!” San shrieked.

Mingi stared at Yunho. He knew that his friend was lying. He grabbed Yunho’s shoulder and said almost threateningly, “You know. You know how many times you’ve slept with her, so tell us the truth and stop fucking lying to us.”

“Eighteen times…”

San nearly lost his shit and berated the demon, but he held back. With a frustrated scream, San told Yunho to get his shit together before flying off.

“We just don’t want you to leave us, Yunho. Please leave that woman alone,” Mingi spoke to his friend softly.

Yunho bowed his head. He couldn’t promise a single damn thing, and Mingi knew that. Mingi patted Yunho’s shoulder and took off as well, leaving Yunho alone to stare longingly at you.

“Nngh, Yunho,” you whined as you felt the tip of his tongue roll around your clit.

Your dream was really catering to you this time. This time around, Yunho was so gentle— although, he usually is gentle with you— and really focused on you. He was eating you out, and you were trembling under his sensual touch.

Yunho pushed your thigh up so that your leg ended up resting on his shoulder as his tongue prodded into you. You quivered when you felt his tongue go deeper inside you and run up the walls of your cunt. When he slurped up your arousal fluid, you felt your face get hot. You were embarrassed for a split second until you felt his tongue flick your clit back and forth, causing that thought to leave your mind and focus on keeping it together.

Two of his fingers rushed into you, and he fingered you fast. There was so much friction happening between your walls thanks to his fingers that you felt like he was about to start a fire in your cunt. His tongue continued to go after your clit ruthlessly, and his fingers refused to let up as you felt yourself reach your climax. You grabbed onto Yunho’s hair and held him tightly as you let out the most sonorous, pleasureful cry while squirting several times, your ass and thighs shaking. You were still moaning and crying after you finished, the feeling of him pleasuring you with just his tongue and fingers not leaving you so fast.

Through bleary eyes, you watched a tiny smirk appear on Yunho’s face. He looked so pleased with work, his fingers rubbing up and down your folds as he felt up your wetness.

“Oh, God… Yunho,” you sighed as you flung your head back into your pillow, stars starting to fill your vision. “So… Fucking… Good…”

With that, you were out like a light. Yunho looked at you completely passed out, your hair splayed wildly, your bare chest moving up and down rhythmically, and your pussy still quivering, luring him.

He wished you were awake, but he didn’t have it in him to wake you up, nor did he have it in him to just up and walk away. You looked so fucking sexy to him— he finger-fucked you senseless, and it gave up a sort of pride to see that he was the one who did that to you. His boner was pressing hard against his pants. He needed to relieve it, and seeing as how your cunt was unsheathed and still soaking wet, he tentatively but ultimately used you to calm his throbbing dick down.

Already shirtless, Yunho just unbuckled and pulled his pants down. He moved your legs so that they were on either side of him, his cock resting on top of your stomach. He lifted your hips upwards, your ass barely on the bed at that point, before rubbing his length along your folds. You moaned slightly when he pushed the tip of his cock into you, but you were still asleep. Even when his cock entered you entirely, you had yet to wake up again. You were out cold.

Yunho felt so wrong fucking you, the woman he loves, while you were asleep, but when your pussy clenched around his dick, he gasped and shivered, all logic and reasoning leaving his head. He had to fuck you. He had to fuck you until your cunt was quivering and throbbing. He had to fuck you until he filled you up completely with his sperm, cumming more than several times inside you.

Without letting up, Yunho just kept thrusting and thrusting and thrusting into you sometimes softly, sometimes with immense force at different tempos and rhythms. His breathing was rough and ragged, and at times he wanted to stop, but your pussy was so addicting that he just couldn’t. Even after he filled you up to the point where cum was literally overflowing from your pussy, he wanted more. But, for the night, he had to stop. It was almost sunrise.

You were drained as fuck when you woke up the next morning. Your back was hurting, and your chest would hurt any time you inhaled too deeply. Something was wrong, but you didn’t know what it was. All you knew was that it was starting to scare you a little how adverse your body was starting to react.

San decided to check in on you one day. He debated changing into his human form, but the second he saw your physical state, he realized that he didn’t need to. He immediately departed for Yunho’s place to berate him.

“If you keep this up, Yunho, you’re going to die, too!”

San was walking, more like chasing, behind Yunho while lecturing him, Yunho walking away from his friend, trying to avoid the conversation. Technically speaking, he could just fly away, but San would follow even in the air, and he didn’t feel like using that energy to have the argument. 

“Since when do demons care about whether or not a human dies?!” Yunho shot right back.

“Because you love this specific human, and I know you! I know that if she dies, it’ll kill you! Do you really want to end up like Yeosang?!”

“Stop fucking bringing him up, San! Yeosang died because he chose to kill himself. I’m going to keep living after Y/N dies, so fucking leave me alone!”

“I seriously fucking doubt it, asshole,” San flew right in front of Yunho, getting the man to stop moving. “You’re such a sentimental bastard. There’s no way you would kill her without it haunting you forever. You would never be able to live with the fact that you killed the love of your undead life!”

“Just shut the fuck up, San! I know!” Yunho started crying. “I don’t want her to die, but I can’t… I can’t control myself! Every time I see her, I just want to make love to her all night long!”

“Then stay away from her! This world so big. You can fly to another country and make your rounds there! Forget about her. Let her go, and let her live.”

Yunho nodded slowly. San was right. He knew San was right.

“How many times have you slept with her, now?” San asked, afraid to hear the number.

“Thirty.”

“Shit… You need to get the fuck away from her. Right now. Go.”

San shooed Yunho away, Yunho taking off. San watched his friend fly away, praying to their demon overlord that Yunho would listen to him for once.

But of course, Yunho wasn’t going to listen. After all, his love for you superseded logic and reason.

You were losing it. You were so fucking drained, your dreams continuing to exhaust you. You kept thinking that it had to be real, that there was no way you body would be so worn down just by dreaming about sex. Yet, when you woke up in the morning, nothing seemed to be out of place. You looked exactly like you did before you went to bed the night before except with your hair a little bit messier and your clothes just a tiny bit wrinkled.

It was hot outside, and yet, you were shivering. After requesting the day off from work, you dragged yourself to the doctor’s office to see what the fuck was going on with your body.

“Well, Y/N. You’re fine… I don’t know what to tell you,” the doctor said while scratching their head— they were confused as well.

“There’s gotta be some sort of explanation!” you exclaimed. “You seriously didn’t hear anything wrong with my breathing? Because I have been having difficulty breathing, and I shouldn’t be shivering like this when it’s summer!”

“It’s baffling to me too, Y/N! I wish I could give you an answer for all this, but I seriously can’t find anything abnormal… Have you been sleeping well?”

“Not at all.”

“Well, that’s a start. Why haven’t you been sleeping well?”

“I keep having these… Dreams…”

“Nightmares?”

“No, it feels too good to be a nightmare…” you admitted before immediately clamping your mouth shut. You were already mortified that one of your friends knew about your sexual dreams, and you didn’t need to embarrass yourself in front of your doctor. “The main thing is that these dreams are so hyperrealistic that they leave me feeling more exhausted when I wake up.”

“Alright…” your doctor scribbled on a pad. “I’m going to put in an order for this medication, so start with this, and if your sleep is still disturbed, then we’ll do a sleep study for you.”

You nodded and took the prescription from the doctor, and you thanked the doctor before you left the building. Immediately after leaving, you picked up the new prescription from the doctor and went home to test it out immediately.

The pills worked. About an hour after you took one dose, you passed out in bed. You were so knocked out that you didn’t even realize that Yunho sat on the bed and immediately started feeling you up. Although, despite the fact that you were fast asleep, that didn’t stop you from moaning when you felt his fingers run up your calf, along your thigh, and to your crotch.

“Y/N,” he whispered as he left soft kisses along your exposed arm. “Baby…”

He had laid beside you and was touching any and every part of you with a feather light touch. You smiled softly and turned towards him, but you were still completely asleep. Even when he brushed your hair behind your ear and ran his fingertips from your forehead to your chin, you remained asleep. Yunho trapped your lower lip in between his fingers before dragging you towards him, his lips overtaking yours. He was amazed when he realized that you were kissing back. You, fully asleep, were responding to his advances. It was exhilarating.

Yunho kissed you passionately for a solid several minutes before releasing you, a sigh escaping your lungs, and a pout settling on your face. You, unconsciously, did not want Yunho to stop. Yunho didn’t want to stop either, especially not while his crotch was getting tighter by the second. Sitting up to kneel, Yunho removed his pants, his cock springing out.

It wasn’t until that moment did Yunho feel like a real incubus. Usually, he would wake up whoever it was he was going to sleep with because he felt kind of uncomfortable making love to someone who was unresponsive (for the most part), but you could not be awoken. He spat on his hand and stroked his dick a couple times before moving so that his cock was positioned right by your lips. It was only when Yunho held your face with one hand and squeezed your cheeks did your mouth open properly, allowing him to slip his dick into your mouth.

Your tongue swirled around his cock the deeper it went into your mouth, and even half fucking asleep, you still gagged and stayed asleep. Yunho bit back moans as he felt you suck hard on him, and he had to control himself as he began to thrust gently into your mouth. You were moaning lightly with his dick still deep in your mouth, and the stimulation was too much for him to handle. Grabbing your head, he pushed you towards him and shoved deep into your throat, his cock twitching and throbbing as he came in your mouth.

“Fuck,” Yunho hissed as he realized what he had done after it was over.

He pulled out from your mouth and watched a trail of white connect your tongue to the tip of his penis. When you closed your mouth and swallowed, Yunho couldn’t take it. His cock stiffened almost immediately, and he desperately wanted to be inside you.

Usually, he would take your clothes off carefully, but Yunho couldn’t bear it any longer. He snatched your pants off and nearly tore your night shirt as he removed that as well. He left your panties on and just pushed them to the side quickly so he could be inside you as soon as possible. He groaned loudly as he felt how fucking tight you were despite him fucking you so many times. He loved your body so goddamn much.

As he rolled his hips into you repeatedly, he also massaged your breasts, earning sweet moans and sighs from you. It was a wonder how you hadn’t woken up yet. Even when he slammed his pelvis into you, you were still asleep. It turned Yunho on more than it should’ve.

“Y/N, baby, oh fuck,” Yunho bit out; he was so close to cumming.

Your moans had turned into whimpers and whines by that point because your body was also ready. Yunho came first, and he came inside you, only to feel your arousal fluid start to squirt out of you. As soon as he pulled out, you squirted and cried loudly, your entire body shaking as your orgasmed. Yunho for sure thought you would wake up by that point, but you were still fucking fast asleep. Those were some strong fucking pills.

The medication the doctor gave you was working— it knocked you out, and you hadn’t dreamt about Yunho since you started taking it, but you were still run down. You noticed that you were losing weight rapidly and that you could barely keep food down. You were dehydrated no matter how much water you drank, and the cherry on top to the whole goddamn thing was that you felt like you were dying, but your doctor said you were fine.

“Let’s get you on that sleep study, okay?” the doctor said. “Maybe we’ll get some answers from there. If not, we can go through more tests, but the sleep one first.”

You got set up for the sleep study and slept for the first time in a while without the medication the doctor provided, and you didn’t dream. Not once.

Yunho, in his demon form, sat in the room with you while you laid in the bed for the study. He watched the way your eyelashes would flutter, the way your lips would part slightly as you switched from breathing with your nose to your mouth, and the small, cute little freckles that he missed seeing when he was too busy fucking you. God, he loved you so much. So fucking much.

Mingi met up with Yunho the next morning, the two of them standing and watching the nurse take the electrodes off you.

“Yunho. She looks like shit.”

“Shut the fuck up, she’s beautiful—”

“She was beautiful.” Mingi interrupted. “You’re sucking the life out of her… What number have you hit now?”

Yunho couldn’t respond. The number was forty, but he didn’t want to say the number out loud because he hoped that he was wrong, that he hadn’t slept with you so many times.

“You know what you need to do if you want to keep her on this planet,” Mingi stated.

“I do.”

“Are you going to do it?”

A tear rolling down his cheek, Yunho turned to Mingi and shook his head. He couldn’t stay away. He loved you.

“You really are a demon, Yunho.”

You got the results back— they were normal. You were actually so fucking confused. How could you feel miserable but be completely disease free whenever you tested for anything? You scheduled a couple more check ups at the hospital, but you knew that deep down, there were going to be no results, that you were going to be labelled as fine. Still, you had to go through the check ups for the sake of going through them.

You stopped taking the medication by that point, wondering if the medication was actually making it worse. You hadn’t dreamt about sex with Yunho in so long, but to prepare, you studied up on lucid dreaming. If you dreamt about him that night, you were going to snap out of the dream. You were going to find natural ways to stop the dreams from keeping you up.

And so, you went to bed that night, fully expecting to wake up in your lucid dream.

It’s just a lucid dream, you told yourself when you stirred from your slumber. You knew the ways to wake up from a lucid dream, and you were going to put them to the test today, but when you saw Yunho, you couldn’t. Fuck, he was just a figment of your imagination— how did you fall for someone that wasn’t even real?

And yet, your heart ached when you saw him sitting on the edge of your bed. He looked so sad. Why was your lucid dream doing this to you?

“Yunho?” you whispered gently.

Yunho turned his head.

“Oh, Y/N. You’re awake?”

“I’m… Awake?”

You couldn’t process the words— Yunho fully embraced you tightly, his arms squeezing you to the point where you definitely could have broken a bone. He dug his nose into your hair and inhaled deeply, making you tingle all over.

“I miss you,” he whispered sadly.

You were rendered speechless when he dropped his head into the nook of your neck and left a soft, sensual kiss on your exposed skin. You felt yourself get swept away in his affection when he lifted you and laid you down on the bed so that he was pinning you down before immediately running his hands up your shirt.

Yunho was urgently trying to get you out of your clothes. He should’ve taken his time with you knowing that it was going to be the last time, but the fact that you were actually awake this time made him overly eager to be intimate with you. He got you out of your clothes in record time, his hands roaming your body immediately.

You moaned loudly and flung your head back as you felt his mouth meet your breast. While his mouth worked on your breast, his fingers moved down to stroke your— you didn’t realize that you were so completely wet— cunt, his finger brushing along your clit several times. You were whining and rocking your hips gently as his fingers teased you and his teeth tugged on your nipple.

“You like that, baby?” Yunho, after leaving your nipple with a slightly painful suck, asked you softly.

You nodded, words still evading you. Your brain was starting to go numb with pleasure, and truth be told, you felt as if you were nearing your climax in record time. Yunho, however, noticed your eyes start to roll back as you suppressing your incoming orgasm, so he stopped. He wanted, nay, needed to be inside you and feel your walls tighten around his throbbing penis.

Yunho leaned away from you to remove his own clothes, making you miss the warmth of his physical contact. Your arms reached out for him silently, and that’s when you noticed that Yunho’s face was twisted into a painful frown.

“Yunho?” you whispered, a word finally leaving your lips. “What’s wrong?”

Immediately shaking his head, the frown left, and Yunho smiled at you, but you could tell that his smile was fake. You knew him well by that point, and that smile was definitely not how he usually smiled at you.

But, you didn’t get time to press further. Yunho was completely naked and about to make love to you. He pinned you on the bed once more and rubbed his cock against your clit a couple times.

There was a little nagging voice in the back of Yunho’s mind, and that voice was a mix between San and Mingi telling him not to fuck you. And he seriously didn’t want to because he wanted you to stay alive for him, but the thought of not being able to sleep with you ever again also drove him insane.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Yunho whispered.

You didn’t know what Yunho was apologizing for— you thought it was because he thrust into you so hard without warning, but it was really because he was sorry for what was going to happen to you after. His cock went deep inside you and nearly hit your cervix, but Yunho controlled himself because he didn’t want you to cum so fast. He wanted to fuck you for as long as humanly possible. He wondered if he could just keep his penis inside you until the end of time, that way you could stay alive, but he was itching to move.

Your back arched with every stroke of pleasure, and you felt yourself get lightheaded as euphoria approached. The way Yunho was rolling his hips into you made you feel so fucking good, so fucking sexy, and you wanted more and more. You held onto his shoulders and pulled him towards you, connecting your lips with his, and you kept your hold on him as you desperately made out with him.

You missed Yunho too. Although it was just your brain, you missed having such satisfying sex with him. He made you feel incredibly good when he ran his hands along your waist and over your hips, and his long cock filled you so well that you felt like your cunt was truly made for him.

“Oh my God, Yunho!” you stopped kissing him and cried out when you felt his waist start slamming into yours. “Faster!”

Yunho shivered. Hearing you order him around nearly made him cum. Nonetheless, he listened to you. He thrust into you as fast as he could, making you feel like his penis was going to pull your insides out with his speed, girth, and power. You felt your head press further back into the pillow below your head, your hold on Yunho getting tighter to the point where you were definitely leaving nail marks in his skin.

“Fu-uck,” Yunho bit out. “I’m cumming.”

He didn’t want to. He really didn’t want to, but he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, especially not after seeing you all sexy and disheveled under you. Shutting his eyes tightly and letting a singular tear roll down his cheek, Yunho released his load in you, his white and sticky cum filling you up.

The feeling of Yunho’s cum spurting into you was the final thing you needed to bring you to climax. As soon as he pulled out, you came loudly, your cry echoing loudly in the room.

What Yunho feared happened almost immediately. Your hold on him weakened, your arms slipping to your sides. He immediately wrapped his arms around you and brought you up, desperately praying that if he did anything, you wouldn’t pass. He kissed your lips, ran his hands through your hair, placed his hand over your heart, but nothing. Just as it was for centuries, forty-two was the unfortunate number, and the two of you had reached it.

You felt your conscious slipping from you, and as your eyelids grew heavy, you noticed that Yunho’s form had suddenly changed. He went from being the tall man with the fair skin and soft brown hair to this red skinned, horned devil with scales covering his body and wings sprouting from his back. He looked like himself, but it was a horrible terrifying version of himself with solid, black eyes, fangs, and long ears that stuck straight out of the side of his head. In other words, Yunho was a demon, and you knew that he was right in your last moments— you immediately knew that sex with Yunho was not a dream, and that you were most definitely awake every time you consciously fucked him.

His demon form terrified you to the point where you were able to let out a scream and try your best to get away from him, but you passed out before you could even push you away, and soon, everything faded to black for you. Completely. Forever.

Yunho, seeing that he had actually transformed into his demon self right before you fully died, was mortified. How could your very last memory of him be his true self and not the man of your dreams? He felt like in the most literal sense that he scared you to death.

Yunho finally understood how Yeosang felt. He stayed in his invisible demon form and kept an eye on your decaying body until someone discovered you. He followed you all the way to the hospital and accompanied your family as they set up a proper funeral for you.

During the entire funeral, Yunho wept. He had so, so many regrets. He regretted having sex with you so many times, he regretted not stopping before he hit forty-two, and he regretted not telling you that he loved you. He did not, however, regret falling in love with you. If he could, he’d do it all over again.

Yunho seriously could not move on after you. He found some people to help him elongate his life, but he couldn’t live with the guilt of knowing that he killed the love of his life. San and Mingi did their best to help Yunho keep it together, but the same way Yeosang had vanished, Yunho did too. There was no point in staying around if he couldn’t be with you.

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Hello! For the bingo thing could you please do maid!reader with Andrew Garfield/Peter Parker with prompt # 5 or 9 where reader makes a mistake and she gets punished! Please and thank you !! I also love your writing!

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Billionaire! TASM! Peter Parker x Fem! Maid! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, angst, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 4.0K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - As soon as Peter graduated college with his degree, he was gone. No one appreciated him enough, so he was going to show them — all of them. After making billions with everything he made and keeping his alter ego a secret, the only thing he’s missing is someone to share his life with, but you quickly fill that whenever you come in applying for his maid job.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing & foul language || no romantic relationships with Gwen but she still died || Peter has an alcohol problem || my poor baby is lonely :( || but you fix that!! || lots of timeskips || kind of fast acting relationship? || kinda mixed universes in a way? Gwen died but Peter is still friends with Harry, idk he needs friends don’t question it || you do like to cook and clean sorry comes with the job || peter’s spidey-senses pick up on your ovulating || Peter gets drunk and does stupid shit || I got carried away I’m so sorry- || smut, unprotected sex, multiple rounds, cumming, this was definitely more plot based ||

Peter didn’t understand why he needed a maid per Harry’s request until he came home after a two week business trip in Milan. It made sense when he saw all the dust buildup on things he barely touched, the fact that his house wasn’t actually a home made it different.

His house hadn’t been a home since he moved in, but he might as well take care of the multimillion dollar home.

From there, he started interviews. At first, it was just him and dozens of women who were either too fan-crazy for the billionaire or too bland.

That was when Harry stepped in, joining in on the interviews as Peter tried to sleep. He was really fucking tired after a night full of hero things, Harrison being his little voice in the suit making sure he didn’t fall asleep on the Statue of Liberty.

It wasn’t until he heard your voice that he was wide awake, watching as you sat down in the chair in front of his mahogany desk of his study.

His study made him feel extremely rich.

“It’s Y/N, right?” Harrison asked, his cheeks already tinted pink as you nodded.

“Yes! Yes, it is. Uhm, it’s nice to meet you-”

“Harrison,” he offered his hand, your smile slightly faltering before you took it. “Harrison Osborne. Friends call me Harry.”

“Well uhm… isn’t this for a position for mister uhm…” you look down at your resume where you had the name at the top. “Mr. Peter Parker.”

You were the first one to actually notice that, or at least voice it out.

“That’s right,” Peter spoke up, leaning forward to look at you. “That’s me, you can just call me Peter.”

“Oh, it’s nice to meet you!” Your smile was back immediately, a giggle falling from your lips as you took your hand from Harry’s and pushed it forward to offer it to him. “My name is Y/N L/N, I’m here to apply for your cooking and cleaning job.”

“His maid job,” Harrison corrected you as Peter firmly shook your hand, your face twisting. “I mean, you would be his maid. It’s a live-in position, but you would cook, clean, wash his clothes, what else do maids do?”

“I-I’m aware I would also be doing those things,” you say quickly, swallowing. “I’m not sure if that was clear.”

“It was,” Peter smiled at you. “Why do you want this job?”

“Well, I was a personal chef for two years, and then I filled in maid positions for people who were elderly that couldn’t do it themselves. I enjoyed it because I like to clean and cook for people.” You say, smiling at Peter who quickly found himself smiling back at you.

There was something about you he just liked.

“When can you start?”

You pause, gaping. “I-I… are you sure you don’t want to see my résumé? O-Or-”

“Were you lying about something?”

Your face scrunches, but you shake your head. “No, of course not! I just-”

“Well, if you want the job, it’s yours,” Peter interrupted, smiling. “So, you can have your stuff moved in tomorrow and can start the day after. Sounds good?”

He watched as you paused, picking at the edge of the manilla folder before nodding. “Sounds great, Mr. Parker.”

You have gotten perfectly settled over the past few months. You memorized every inch of Peter’s house, making sure everything was clean when he was gone and even cleaner when he was here.

Peter didn’t really eat at home much though, but you weren’t going to let your culinary degree go to waste.

So, for breakfast, you decided on making him some classic chicken and waffles with a cup of coffee and some fruit. You knew he was used to eating out for quite literally every meal, but you thought it would be better for him to eat from home more often, even if his body showed no proof of his bad eating habits.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” Peter had just gotten done with his morning workout, the savory smell of fried chicken and the sweet pancakes making him smile. “Wow. It smells so good.”

“Oh, I’m so glad you think so!” His words make you giggle, but you tried to hide your blush as he walked toward you, his body shining with sweat and the small curls of hair leading down the v of his abdomen catching your eye before you look away. “I just thought you could eat something from home because you always get something delivered. You need to give my cooking skills a chance, Mr. Parker.”

“I’ve told you before to call me Peter,” he was close, taking another whiff until he noticed that the pancakes wasn’t the only thing that smelled sweet. “Y/N, you smell very nice. Really nice.”

You paused, gulping. You hadn’t put any heavy perfume on, just a light body mist and some deodorant. “Th-Thank you, Peter.”

He smiled when you said his name, humming softly as he came closer behind you, watching as you slowly moved around the chicken in the oil. “Please be careful. Don’t burn yourself, I’m going to jump in the shower real quick and I’ll be back. Will you eat breakfast with me?”

His words make you freeze, swallowing. “Y-You want me to eat with you?”

He tucked his face into your neck, taking another slight sniff to smell the sweet scent absolutely flooding off of your form, a soft gasp coming from your mouth making him pull away. “I’m so sorry Y/N, you just… you smell really nice, but it’s not like perfume. I-I’ll be right back.”

Peter quickly left you in the kitchen, your mind slightly hazy until you could smell the slight toastiness of the chicken, quickly taking it out and letting it settle on some paper towels as you finished cutting the fruit and cooking the waffles. You finished cleaning up and setting everything to the side, preparing both of your plates and setting it on the table as you waited for Peter.

Peter on the other hand was slamming his head on the wall of his shower. Did he really fucking sniff you?!

You probably thought he was so fucking weird, sniffing you and saying you smelled sweet. Oh but just that thought made a spark run down his back, his cock hardening. Maybe it was his spidey-senses kicking in where he smelled what was coming from you, but it was naturally sweet and making his mind hazy.

He couldn’t jack off, not when you were supposed to clean his room, restroom, and study today. So with a quick push of the touchscreen in the shower turning it to cold, his cock was quick to soften as he forced himself to think about something other than you.

It wasn’t long until he finished his shower, inhaling as he got dressed and went back downstairs, watching as you bent over the table and set down the plates. For fucks sake, he had just gotten his cock soft and there you were making him hard again.

“Oh, hey Peter,” you quickly saw him, smiling. “Breakfast’s ready, are you hungry?”

“Yeah, I am,” Peter smiled as he walked over, fixing his shirt. “You need help?”

“No, but if you want to grab your coffee from the counter, I made it just how you like it.” You smiled widely at him as you put down some silverware, Peter nodding as he grabbed his mug and your reusable cup that was filled with an iced coffee.

He sets it down where you were going to sit, pressing a soft touch to the small of your back as he smiled over your shoulder. “It looks so good, Y/N, thank you.”

You shrug, smiling back. “Just doing my job, Peter. Can I get you anything else?”

He shook his head, pulling out the chair for you. “Sit down for me, Y/N.”

You do, sitting down as he pushes in your chair with a giggle. “Oh, you’re so sweet, Peter, thank you.”

“No, thank you, Y/N.” He smiled as he started to eat, both of you munching on the food you cooked in silence before you cleared your throat.

“I was going to clean your room, restroom, study, and do laundry. Is there anything else you want me to do?”

Peter paused, looking down at his watch to see the date. “Uhm… do you mind doing the study another day, please? I’ll probably be in there the rest of the day.”

You nodded, sending him a slight smile. “Whatever you say, Peter.”

You both finished up eating fairly quickly, Peter thanking you for the food and walking to his study after putting his dishes in the sink and giving them a quick rinse. It makes you smile, thankful he didn’t leave all the sticky syrup on it as you washed the dishes, quickly going through everything you had to do throughout the day.

After making yourself lunch around 12:30, you made Peter a plate and went up to his study, knocking softly though you spoke loudly to ensure he heard you. “Peter? Peter, I made us some lunch, are you hungry?”

You could hear his voice, but it was weird, too soft and maybe even slightly slurred. 

“I’m coming in!” You set the plate down on the floor along with the drink you gave him, walking in and gasping at the sight in front of you.

Peter looked a mess, the suit that he must’ve changed into absolutely horribly messy, his tie loose around his neck as he ran his fingers through his messy hair. “Oh… Y/N, you’re here,” his voice slurred as he smiled at you, four empty crystal bottles of liquor on his desk as he laughed. “You want some-” he hiccuped. “-you want a drink?”

“Peter, it’s barely noon.”

“I’m embracing-” he hiccuped again, laughing. “-my Britishness.”

“You’re not British, Peter,” you walked over, going around his desk to start collecting the bottles of liquor, wondering why he hadn’t passed out yet. “Come on, you need to get in the shower and-”

His arms wrapping around your waist makes you gasp, his face pressing into your side as he takes a deep inhale. “Fuck, Y/N, you smell so good. Don’t know what it is about you, you smell so good and look so pretty all the time, can never stop thinking about you.” He burped softly, chuckling. “Excuse me.”

You inhale deeply, trying to make sure you didn’t do anything rash as his fingers play with the hem of your shirt. “Peter, please let go of me.”

He inhaled, closing his eyes as he softly kissed against your back. “So, so fucking pretty. Can’t stop thinking about how you’d look-”

You were quick to try and push off his hands, his arms tightening as he let out a noise that basically sounded like a whine. “Peter, let go!”

“No, don’t leave,” Peter whispered, voice breaking as his fingers softly trail along the skin he exposed. “Please don’t leave.”

“Peter, let me go, now.” You whisper, straightening when you hear Harry’s voice.

“Y/N? Y/N, where are you? Peter? Peter!”

“Harrison!” You yelled out, pushing on Peter’s hands as you inhaled sharply. “Harrison, in the study!”

“Y/N?!” Harry’s voice was filled with concern as he rushed up the stairs, Peter’s hands freezing as he glared at the open door.

“Why is that fucking bastard here?” He basically growled, pulling you closer as he shot a web to close the door just as Harry got to it. “Not gonna let him take you from me like his dad took Gwen, I’m not gonna lose you.”

“Harry, get the door open!” You yelled, quickly pushing Peter’s hands off now that he was distracted, the only thing you could think about was getting away from Peter, especially his hands.

You didn’t blame him, not whenever he was drunk off his ass, but whatever he was doing must’ve been what he had been wanting to do, and that wasn’t right. It wasn’t going to happen when he was drunk and you were sober and he didn’t know the meaning of no.

“Wait, Y/N!” Peter’s voice was hoarse now that he was yelling, another web attaching you to the wall right next to the door. “You can’t leave, you can’t. You can’t leave me, can’t you see that I need you?”

You couldn’t focus on Peter and his watering eyes, his hands finding your hips as he pressed his face into your neck, taking another deep inhale – not when Harrison was yelling to get a ‘damn jackhammer or some shit!’ as you softly pressed your hands against Peter’s chest. “Peter please… please, stop.”

“I-I’m just… I’m just trying to keep you safe, can’t you see that?” He whispered, slowly taking the webbing off of your wrists. “I can’t keep you safe if you go running toward the danger.”

“Peter, Harry isn’t the danger-”

“I’m not going to let him take you from me like his father killed Gwen.” Peter’s voice was stern as he leaned forward, stroking your hair softly. “I’m not letting anything take you from me.”

You gasped when the door opened abruptly, Harry jumping onto Peter’s back and yelling at you. “Y/N, get out!”

You certainly didn’t have to be told twice, running out as Harry pushed a syringe into Peter’s neck, his fighting instinct being laggy because of the alcohol as it hadn’t worn off yet. You didn’t miss his scream as you ran into your room, closing and locking the door as you opened your closet, quickly grabbing your bag.

You had enough saved up to book a hotel room for almost three months – not a janky motel room, but a good, expensive one – besides, you would definitely need it after this. Shoving your clothes inside the bag and some necessities, you jumped when someone knocked on the door.

“Y/N! Y/N, it’s me!” Harry announced, sighing softly. “Peter’s… Peter is sobering up. Can I come in?”

“No! I don’t want to see you!” You yelled, shaking your head. “Go away!”

“Y/N, let me in, please.” Harry sighed, shaking his head. “I’ll answer any question you want, I swear… where are you going to go? You signed a three-year contract, Y/N, you can’t back out on it.”

“I’ll pay the got damn-”

“Five million?”

You pause, sighing. Curse rich people.

Slowly, you moved to the door and opened it. “Who’s Gwen?”

Harry walked in, sitting on your bed, explaining everything to you. “Gwen was a friend of Peters. She was in love with him, but he didn’t reciprocate the feelings, though he still stuck close by her because she knew his identity and wanted to keep her safe. My dad… my dad killed her. He was a villain, and he almost killed Peter.”

“So why is he still friends with you?” You whispered, confused.

“I still ask myself that question,” Harry shrugged, looking over at you. “Y/N, you don’t understand how in love he is with you.”

“I don’t care,” It was a lie and you knew it, but you wouldn’t be with someone who drowned his sorrows in alcohol. “I want to leave. Harrison, please… please, help me. Help me, I-I’ll pay you back, I swear.”

“I can’t do that Y/N,” Harrison whispers, shaking his head as you reach for his hand. “Y/N, please-”

“Will he remember what he did?”

Harrison nods.

“I’ll stay only if he gets help. No other way.”

Peter did get help, lots of it. Therapy, both mental and for his slight dependence on alcohol.

You had been with him a little over a year, still unable to do anything even slightly romantic with him, including eating breakfast. You would go to the in home gym that he had every night like clock work, interrupting his nightly work out after dinner to see what he wanted for breakfast in the morning, but tonight it was different.

You walked into the gym, confused when you didn’t see him before you saw the lights on outside in the pool. The sight of him lounging in the hot tub smoking a cigar made your chest tighten as you walked out, notepad and pen in hand as you tilted your head.

“Peter, what are you doing?”

“Smoking, Y/N, I’m smoking.” His voice was strained, frustrated as his mouth twitched before he took another long drag. “I’m not drinking.”

“You’ve been sober for months, Peter.”

He scoffed, shaking his head as he took another deep inhale. “Being sober and not having the urge to smoke are two different things, Y/N.”

You shake your head, sighing. “Oh Peter-”

“I’ll let you out of the contract,” Peter finally said, leaning his head back as you straightened and he let out a large plume of smoke. “There’s no point in you being here. Not anymore.”

“You’re sober now,” your voice comes out soft and hushed, Peter staring as you shake your head. “You wouldn’t do that again.”

Peter laughed cruelly, shaking his head. “You’re so fucking dense.”

Your face pinched as you glared at him. “Don’t call me that.”

“I don’t want you as my maid, Y/N,” Peter said, exhaling the smoke before inhaling it through his nose and letting it back out again. “I want you in a way that no boss should want their employee.”

For fucks sake, could he be any hotter?

“Put it out.”

“Or what?”

“Put it out,” you repeat, setting down your pen and notebook and slipping your phone from your back pocket, already unbuttoning your shirt. “And I’ll get in with you.”

Peter pauses, shaking his head. “No… no, you can’t, not if you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” you respond, already unbuttoning your shirt. “Put it out.”

His eyes darkened as they scanned your form, watching as you finished unbuttoning your shirt and slipped it off as he pressed the end of the cigar into the concrete, staring at your body that started to show more and more skin. You were more beautiful than he could ever imagine, your panties a see through with chiffon and soft pieces of fabric in shapes of butterflies and flowers, a soft coral color that didn’t match your black lace push up bra.

He swallowed as you slowly stepped into the hot tub, the jets getting water higher on your body as you slowly walked in front of him, the bottom of the pool slightly rough until his hands slipped into the water. “Can I… can I touch you?”

“Mhm,” you whispered, tilting your head back as his hands held your waist, pulling you between his legs. You gasped when you felt the prominent bulge between his legs, tilting your head back as he ducked his face into your neck. His breath was hot, hands palming at your hips as you exhaled heavily, holding his face and pulling him closer. “I never said you could kiss me, Peter.”

He cursed softly as you pulled away, looking down at the water and swallowing when you saw no fabric covering his thighs, his whole body completely nude as his hands trail over your waist. “I have a new role for you, darling. If you’re up to it.”

Your new role came with a new outfit and a new contract, extra pay of course. In a way, your relationship with Peter was official, and the money you made was just something you could have for yourself. Peter would have gladly given you more if you wanted it.

Besides, being a topless maid for your boyfriend wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

“You missed a spot, baby,” Peter whispered, coming behind you and rubbing your hips firmly as he pressed soft kisses to your neck. “A big one.”

“I-I was getting to it, Peter,” he whispered, cursing as his hands pushed between your thighs and teasing your wet cunt with his fingers. “P-Peter, I’m not done-”

“You can finish it later, darling,” his fingers easily slid into you from last night's endeavors, his tongue sliding down the side of your neck as he pushed you forward to press your chest against the marble countertop. “I’ll fuck you so good, baby, so good. After this, I’ll hire another maid to takeover your position and you’ll be coming with me on every fucking business trip and I’ll fuck you every damn day.”

“F-Fuck, Peter!” You gasped as he slid inside of you easily, holding your hips as he groaned loudly. This wasn’t the first time you both had fucked today, but out in the open, the cold bite of the kitchen air making you groan loudly. “F-Fuck, fuck fuck fuck!”

Maybe this was where his spider senses came in. He knew whatever you were feeling, your stomach twisting as you neared probably your fourth orgasm of the day, all of them thankfully spread out and not causing overstimulation to settle into your body. You could feel the tightness, though, the tightness in your stomach and your nails scratching against the counter.

You were thankful you had just cleaned them, thankful for the fact that the odd feeling didn’t spark coming up your fingers. Even then though, your body was weak, immediately giving out under the force of his thrusts as you groaned against the counter, the smell of lemons making your mouth water. It made you thankful that you used all natural cleaners and no chemicals.

His hand pushed between your cunt and the edge of the counter, his fingers rubbing firmly against your clit as you rutted your hips into his touch. You gasped against the cold marble as his strong fingers rolled your hips into his touch, eyes rolling back.

You could barely think, mind hazy as he roughly thrusted against your ass, his mouth hot as he kissed against your back, the coldness of the marble firmly pressed against your nipples making them harden as he pushed another hand into your dress. “Come on baby, come on. You’re going to cum already? You’re drooling all over the fucking counter, fucking hell darling… getting my counter all dirty.”

“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You gasped, screaming out as his fingers squeeze your clit, tipping you over the edge perfectly as you came.

You gasped as he twisted you around, the pool of your drool got into your hair, his hands quickly ripping open your uniform as you panted. “You think I’m done? I want to keep going baby, please, please.”

You nodded, panting. “Y-You can… you can, please.”

Peter smiled. “I’m not going to let you regret that, baby. Ever.”

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[bugrry]

take his breath away.

yeah its a cheesy title ik </3 anyway lets get into the smut <33

warnings: oral (m receiving), face-fucking, hair pulling, degradation, name calling, swearing, asthma, me being obsessed w the pet name “pup”

word count: 1,630

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You swore that Harry could probably hear how fast your heart was beating right now. Your hands were roaming each other’s bodies, running over the extremely familiar expanses of skin. You broke away from the heated kiss, looking down at his bare chest and running your fingers over his tattoos. 

He whined when you broke away, and you responded only by cupping his face. You leaned back in, and he closed his eyes in anticipation of a kiss, but you leaned past his lips and whispered into his ear.

“Can I do something for you tonight? Give you a treat?” 

He whimpered at your quiet question, and you saw his throat bob with a hard swallow, “What- what kind of treat?”

“Don’t act stupid, H. I think you know what I’m talking about.” You giggled, moving to run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

His eyes darkened, and an air of dominance returned to his being, “Maybe I do, but maybe I want you to tell me.” He said, his voice low and gravely. He brought his hands up from where they had previously been resting on your waist and moved up to grasp at your jaw. Your eyes widened at his near bruising grip, “Nevermind. I don’t want you to get to thinking that you’re the one in charge here. That never has been and never will be the case. Get on your fucking knees.” 

As he says this, he pushes you down to the ground by the grip he had on your jaw, and you land on the hardwood floor with a pained whimper. At hearing this, Harry’s eyes softened, and cupped your jaw gently to get you to look up at him.

“You’re okay, yeah? Do you need a pillow?” You shook your head, almost nuzzling your jaw into his palm. He smiled at this, “what’s our safeword?”

“Volkswagen.”

“And if your mouth is occupied?” You felt your core warm at his words, but you reached up to his thigh and gave it three taps with your fingertips. He nodded at you, and his eyes hardened once again. “Now be a good girl and pull me out.”

As you got to work unzipping his pants, you began to rub your thighs together in anticipation. You thought it was inconspicuous enough as to where Harry wouldn’t notice. Sadly, he did, and he pushed the tip of his boot in between your thighs. You whimpered at the direct contact to your clothed clit, but it was only momentary, as he used his boot to separate your thighs.

“You were going to try to get off just from taking my cock down your throat weren’t you? I shouldn’t have expected anything different from a slut like you, for fuck’s sake.” He returns his boot to your clit, pressing almost uncomfortably hard. “Only I get to get you off, do you hear me? This is my fucking cunt. You don’t touch it. Got it?” You nodded, but he merely tsked and shook his head. “Words, pup. Before I put that fucking mouth to some real use.”

“Yes- yes, I understand.” He merely raised an eyebrow, and you felt your breath hitch, “yes sir, yes sir, I understand.” 

“Good girl. Next time, catch yourself before you fuck up, alright, sweet girl?” He smiled softly, but there was nothing comforting about it. “Know you’re just a dumb little puppy, but I’m sure you can handle that, right?”

You nodded, and he removed his boot from between your thighs. You released the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. You returned to your work on his jeans, undoing the button, and with a hearty swallow, pulled the zipper down. His Calvin Klein boxers stared back at you, almost as if they were begging you to pull them down. You felt Harry wrap his hand around your hair, pulling it to that you were looking up at him.

“Any day now, baby. Thought you were desperate for it?” He said, tilting his head mockingly, furrowing his brows.

“I am, sir! I promise!” You said, not wanting to lose your chance to have him in your mouth.

“Are you? Then pull out my fucking cock.” He said, releasing your hair for a moment before pulling at it again, “Today, puppy.” He released your hair for a final time, and your scalp burned from his grip. You worked quickly to pull his cock out, not wanting to be chastised for it a second time.

The moment you’d pulled his aching cock from its restraints, Harry had let out a sigh of relief. You didn’t waste any time in wrapping your lips around the spongy head of his cock.You started out by sucking gently on it, but soon enough you removed your mouth from his tip. 

Before Harry had the chance to grumble about the loss of contact, you returned your lips to his cock, this time in the form of soft kisses down his shaft. You placed a kiss to each of his fern tattoos, and you heard him hum contentedly. You started kissing your way back up his shaft, and his hand returned to the back of your head. He wasn’t forcing anything, just as a comforting presence. Finally you wrapped your lips around his cock, sucking more urgently. At this, Harry let out a soft groan and moved to run his fingers through your hair.

Before he could, he felt your head move out of his grasp as you took almost all of him down your throat in one go. This time, Harry let out a choked groan and grabbed onto your hair for support.

He applied more pressure to the back of your head, pushing you down until your nose rested just above the base of his cock. You looked up at him with teary eyes and swallowed around his thick length. “Fuck--angel, I love nothing more than watching you cry on my cock. Keep going, puppy.” With this, he released your hair and let you go back to what you were doing. You begn to bob your head back and forth, and before long, you’ve reached your hand up to play with his balls.

During all of this, Harry was above you, whispering things like good girl and my perfect little slut. This only made you suck harder and faster, and soon enough you began to hear his breath grow heavy. 

After a few minutes of this, you took your mouth off of him, replacing your lips with your hand as you lean down to suck at his balls. 

“You’re such a good girl, you never forget the balls. I’ve taught you well, haven’t I?” You hummed in response, sending vibrations through Harry’s entire being, almost making him double over in pleasure. “Baby I- I’m close-- I’m so fucking close.”

You smiled, removing your mouth from his balls and placing it back on his tip. You brought your hand back down to replace where your mouth had been mere moments ago, and began to suck urgently at his cock once again. After a bit, you grew bored, and you take the hand the Harry had on the back of your head, and press it harder into your scalp.

He gets the message and begins pistoning his length in and out of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. Harry was grunting and groaning, grumbling your name repeatedly. 

“Baby- puppy-- I’m gonna cum, where do you want me to cum?” In response, you removed Harry’s hand from the back of your head and held your lips at the base of his cock. You reach under his length and press on the space just behind his balls. With this, he lets out a wanton moan, and you moan at his pleasure. Finally, you feel his cum flood your mouth and you swallow it as quickly as you can. 

After what feels like an eternity, he stops cumming and you release your lips from his cock, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to show him you’d swallowed it all. He smiled, laughing tiredly before you heard him wheeze out a few breaths.

“Baby-” You noticed your voice was raw so you gave yourself a chance to swallow before trying to speak again, “baby, are you okay? What do you need?”

At this point, Harry was really struggling to breathe. He was pointing in the general area of his bag, and as much as your hips ached, you tried your best to make your way over to it as quickly as possible. You dug around in his bag for a few seconds before your fingers wrapped around the cool plastic you’d been looking for. You pulled it out and raced back to your panting boyfriend, who was now sat on the bed, hunched over, with his pants around his ankles. If you hadn’t been so worried at the moment, you may have giggled at him lightheartedly, but for now you were guiding his inhaler into his mouth and dispensing the medicine as your heart thumped in your ears.

Once you saw his muscles relax and heard his breathing clear up, you sighed and flopped back onto the bed. You let him catch his breath for a moment before speaking up.

“So…” you started, “was that because of me, or…” you trailed off, looking up and meeting his eyes, which were nowhere near as dark as they had been earlier, and nowhere near as panicked as they’d been seconds ago. 

Harry huffed out a weak laugh, and pulled your body close to him. 

“You’re lucky I almost passed out just a minute ago, because if I hadn’t, you’d be in for the longest night of your life, pup.”

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[sugarmaplewings-fics]

Kissing / Making Out HC’s

Pairing: Kaminari x reader

Warnings: Just a ton of kissing, making out, and mentions of groping (I talk about boobs, uh oh). Still gender/sex neutral

Author’s Note:

Almost didn't have anything ready for this week, but this one only took me a few hours to write up, so here you go! This may end up being my Valentines Day fic. Idk, we’ll see. I haven’t been feeling well lately :/

Enjoy

-Sugar

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● I think this goes without saying, but

● Denki is an absolute s u c k e r for kisses

● As soon as you get together, he wants them constantly

● And who are you to deny him?

● He really doesn't mind PDA (he kinda likes it, actually, getting to show off that he has an s/o)

● So, unless you're uncomfortable with it, he'll kiss you no matter where you are or who you're with (especially around his friends)

● But as I said, if you're not interested, he'll respect that

● It just means he gets to love on you more when you're finally alone together!

● Kaminari loves your lips. Big or small, soft or dry, he's staring at them from across the room, just thinking about when he can kiss them again

● Boy is devoted to you, you don't leave his mind

● After he started dating you, Denki applies lip balm religiously

● He usually goes with vanilla flavors, but he also likes fruity ones

● And he makes special note of what you like. If he knows you'll be kissing soon, he'll pull out your favorite chapstick of his just to make sure he's extra tasty for you

● His 👏 lips 👏 are 👏 so 👏 soft 👏

● Every now and then they'll get a little chapped, but he's pretty good about exfoliating them when they do

● He wants to make sure you have the best kissing experience with him at all times, so he stays on top of things

● Not only does Denki like receiving kisses, he likes giving them as well

● Cheek kisses are his go-to. If you were to keep track, I'd say he'd give you a cheek kiss at least fifteen times a day, if he's around you that much

● Morning kisses, hello kisses, goodbye kisses—a lot of them end up on your cheeks

● But he also loves kissing your nose! He sees those as more intimate kisses, so usually he saves them for when you're cuddling together

● He just loves the way your face scrunches up in a grin when he does it >w<

● He loves to smother your face with little pecks, and he especially likes to tease you by kissing anywhere but your mouth until you get frustrated

● But he doesn't have that much self-control, so he may just kiss your lips soon enough anyway, if you're patient

● You can expect him to prelude a ton of kisses with either a joke or a pick up line. He thinks he’s being smooth (he’s really not), but he loves seeing you happy and giggling

● He also likes to zap you jus a teeny bit here and there. Never enough to hurt (he'd cry if he ever hurt you), but just enough to surprise you

● Sometimes he accidentally static-shocks you when you kiss, especially right after he used his quirk, so that can sting a bit. He always apologizes when it happens and offers you more kisses

● He likes sweet kisses, especially the ones during or right after dates, where he just gets to close his eyes and let the world fall away into nothing but your warm lips. He likes wrapping his hands around your waist to pull you close, and tilt your chin so he can get the perfect angle on your mouth

● Sometimes he smiles and giggles while you're kissing, and that can make it a little difficult to stay on his lips. But it's so darn cute, you have no intentions of ever telling him to stop

● He loves making out with you. So much

● He likes to “set the scene” if he has time, but it’s usually just dimming the lights a little (he's not above making out to music tho, so if you're interested, he'll be happy to deliver)

● But just having you in your or his room with him, on the bed with you on his lap, kissing you slow for all you're worth—

● Fantastic, easily one of his favorite parts of the relationship

● And he likes the hungry kisses too, where he pins you to the mattress (or you pin him; he's into both 👀) and it's all just sloppy tongue and teeth

● 😞👌

● If you allow it, his hands will be all over your body

● If you possess boobs (no matter the size), he's touching them

● With permission ofc

● I headcanon him to be a boob/chest guy (I mean, he loves all of you, but come on. Boobs. Need I say more?)

● Buuuut, he's also touching your butt. Homeboy's a groper

● He likes to grab handfuls of you wherever they may wander, squeezing your warm flesh around his fingers

● You may have to tell him at first not to do it so hard

● He's a hornee boi, so he likes to make out with you a few times a week. If you have to miss a couple of sessions, he'll get grumpy and you'll have to make it up to him (with extra kissies, ofc)

● If you were to pin him to the wall and passionately kiss him, he'd probably die from how hot he found it. Or he’d just short-circuit

● Any time you kiss him, he'll melt

● He loves kissing you, but there's something a little extra special about when it’s you initiating

● It makes him feel so loved, even if you just walk up to him and peck his forehead

● It's important to him not only that he loves you, but that you love him back just as much. That's what makes him go 🥺🥺

● He simps for one person and one person only now, and it's you

● Extra: He draws fanart of you and him kissing in his free time 👀 just little doodles in the margins of his notebooks. Aizawa always makes a face whenever Denki accidentally leaves one on his homework but otherwise doesn’t say anything

The overhead light is turned off, a screensaver on his monitor providing a soft glow to the bed opposite in the room. You're seated comfortably on his lap, his hands lightly resting on your ass.

He starts with simple pecks on your lips, each one lingering longer against your skin, heavier in pressure. He's soft but moist, warm underneath where his saliva had cooled in the temperature of the room. An electricity seems to dance between you, and you're not sure if it's just your imagination or if he really is using his quirk.

Finally his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, and you grant him access. Your fingers lace through his hair, displacing the black lightning bolt that had been shaped so perfectly among the golden-blond strands. His tongue comes into contact with yours, touching and licking before securing itself behind your teeth. You're drawn even closer to him, locked in a wet embrace as his hands squeeze.

He could never get enough of you, enough of this feeling. He was obsessed with the way his heart still pounded in his chest, obsessed with the way fireworks went off in his stomach no matter how many times he'd done this before. All it took was a touch, a kiss, a squeeze, and he was gone. In moments like these, you were the only thing that mattered. Not his failures, not his inadequacies, not the stress of school. Just you, and only you.

One of his hands moved to cup your cheek, keeping you close while the other slid down your thigh. He released your lips, only to come back for more more more, desperate to show you how much he loved you, how badly he needed you. A whimper escaped him, swallowed by the kiss but present nonetheless. You answered in your own pretty little moan, fingers alighting on the base of his skull to pull him ever forward into you.

He could stay here forever, drowning in your taste, your touch, your scent. What harm would it be?

Kaminari picked you up, turning you over and laying you down softly onto his bed. He quickly loomed over you, supported by an arm on either side of your head as he dove in for another kiss.

Forever was a long time, so maybe he'd start with tonight.

His thumb traced along your cheekbone, lips still pushing and pulling against yours. He loved the way you caged his hips in with your thighs, keeping him in place. Loved how your hands softly rested by your head on his pillow.

He paused, suddenly realizing just how lightheaded he was. Reluctantly, he pulled back for air, chest expanding and contracting with each soft breath. 

You were under him. He was so thankful it was you. He'd never witnessed a person so beautiful—never experienced lips so addictive, so kissable. You were intoxicating, the way your shining eyes locked with his as your own hand came up to trace his face.

Even in the low light, he could make out every feature he loved—from your nose to your cheeks to your chin, nothing escaped his gaze.

"I love you," you whispered to him, and just like every other time you said it, he knew it was true.

"I love you too," he whispered back, because that was also true. How couldn't it be?

He kissed you once more before shifting to his side, pulling you into his arms where he knew you'd be safe and warm.

'I love you' hummed through his every nerve as he showered your skin with his love—your forehead, your nose, your cheeks. All of it perfection in his eyes, and he wished nothing would change.

You nestled into his neck, your hot skin brushing over his own.

"Sleepy?" he asked, rubbing your back.

He felt you nod, and he couldn't help but smile. Burying his nose in your hair, he inhaled your scent. It was nights like these when he truly knew what the word 'comfort' meant, since he felt it to the very marrow of his bones.

Absolutely nothing could compare to the way it felt to have you fall asleep in his arms. Your breaths began to even out as his hands continued to wander, intent on caressing you and worshiping every inch of skin he was able to touch.

Even before he pulled the blanket over your shoulders, you were warm. Drifting off to sleep in his arms, his lips still lazily pressing kisses to your hair, you felt content.

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[cazimagines]

Born to be wild - Chapter 1

Synopsis: Joining F1 as one of the first female drivers you knew was going to be a challenge but you weren't prepared to deal with one particular asshole on the tracks. With the urge to win so strong within each racer, will romance pave the way? Or will it destroy everything?

Word count: 2.6k

Author’s note: And away we go! First chapter lads. This is a long series so a lot of building up to do so stick around. Idk how frequent updates will be but I will try to make them quite frequent

Warnings: Reference to misogyny, swearing

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You were here.

Finally, after years of preparation, years of people, men, telling you that you couldn’t do it. That racing was a man’s sport, that a woman could never have the same skills, drive and determination that men had when it came to racing. That you just couldn’t do it. Now you stood here, feet on the warm cement, eyes glimmering with excitement as you looked over the F1 banner, ready to enter the garage for the first time, ready for qualifying for tomorrows race.

The first female F1 driver.

Ever since you were a little girl you had the need for speed. You created your own go-carts out of spare bits and bobs your father had from his garage. You raced the other neighbour’s kids down the street to see who would win and be crowned the coolest kid around. The way the wind flew through your hair, the feeling of it rushing past your face, seeing everything move slowly and fastly at once, it was intoxicating for you. When you first found out about Formula 1, it was still in its early days and people often would take the mick out of it, your parents included but you badgered them constantly to take you to a race, and finally, after years of begging they gave in and took you to see it seeing how your heart was set upon it.

After watching the race you had instantly turned around to them and told them that was what you wanted to do. You wanted to be an F1 racer. They tried to persuade you to seek a different job, a respectable one for a lady such as a secretary. They even suggested that you could be a secretary for an F1 team, but that wasn’t what you wanted and you would never feel that satisfaction in life if you weren’t within that seat, if you hand wasn’t on that wheel, if you weren’t crossing that finishing line.

It had been a rough start. No one wanted to hier you as they thought you would be nowhere near as successful as a man could be. Time and time again you were trying to apply for test outs and met with rejections at every corner to the point where you even considered just throwing your hat in. Would you be spending your whole life just trying to get in but being denied all the time just because you were born a woman. But when you were at your lowest you were met with a shining light. One team wanted to try you out. They made no promises but they were willing to give you a try, and that was all it took.

Once you were out on the tracks you could show off your skill, your ability to make quick decisions, how you were able to work the car to how you wanted it and no one could deny after that, you were a dam fine driver. You were taken on and started racing in small F3 races, in the hopes that a bigger company might spot you and choose to get you into F1, and after a few years of waiting, it happened. You were signed on.

A lot of other people from F3 were in an uproar about it, claiming you did all sorts of things to get in, claiming it was only for diversity but at this point, you didn’t care. Everything you had ever wanted was coming true. Your whole dream was becoming a reality and now there was only one last step for you. To win the championship.

You had been signed on to the F1 team, ‘Tyrrell-Ford’ and previously a week ago you had met your new teammate, Patrick Depailler. You had been worried about how his reaction might have been to you, fearing the man might have felt offended merely by your presence but he had been exceedingly nice to you and quickly your fears disappeared into excitement for getting to work with him.

You could see him now, coming out of your shared garage, holding up his hand in greeting and smiling politely at you. He wore a blue boiler suit, similar to yours, he had a white turtle neck under which just about poked out of his suit. His hair was cut short and stuck to his head in sweat from the warmth of the day but still, you could see the slight curls within the hair. He had a more prominent jawline than some men but his most distinctive feature upon his face was his large nose. You strolled over meeting him halfway and his grin grew as he placed a firm hand upon your shoulder, shaking you slightly.

“You’re first time on the grounds here in Brazill huh? How you feel?” he asked, his french accent heavily accentuated as his hand, tightly grasping your shoulder makes you walk beside him as he leads you to the main area.

“Amazing, I feel so excited being able to be here and I just can’t wait to get in the car and get out on the course!” you eagerly told him, bouncing on your heels, making him chuckle.

“I still feel the same way after all these years. I haven’t been able to stand still yet. But all in due time. I think it’s time you meet the rest of the racers”

Your fist naturally clenches as sudden nerves light up within you, but you swallow trying to push them down. You were used to meeting new people and you had every right as they had to be there. There is nothing to worry about.

“How do you think, they will… you know”

His face turns to yours again and offers a sympathetic smile, knowing the struggles you’ve likely gone through already to be there. “Most of them? Won’t give two shits. All they will care about is if you can drive well. They are men though, especially one of them I’d advise keeping an eye on. He’s gained quite the reputation around other women” he begins to explain but cuts himself off as he chuckles. “There is, of course, the rat, but he’s an asshole to everyone so you need not worry about him”

“I assume the first one you are talking about is James Hunt, and the rat would be Niki Lauda,” you say, thinking back to all the research you had been doing on the racers who you would be joining on the tracks.

“Ah so you’ve done you’re research, smart girl. Yes, you’d be right, but the news doesn’t truly show you what it’s like to know these men. They’re likely not what you expect”

He then pauses again and huffs in a burst of slight laughter, “Or maybe they are exactly what you expect”

You both turn a corner and instantly you felt eyes gaze upon you as you reach the section where all the drivers were preparing to start the qualifying. Patrick still kept a firm hand upon your shoulder as he guided you around, introducing you to all the other racers. Some of them like Patrick were nice and wished you well for tomorrow, some of them were standoffish, hardly saying any words to you as they looked at you in distain, and then Patrick leads you over to the man who currently had his legs spread out on his seat and was flashing you one of his well-known grins as his shaggy blonde hair falls down over his face. His jawline was incredible and made you feel like you could cut yourself on how sharp it was. He was seen as Britain’s heartthrob and everywhere he went he had women drooling over him, and looking at him in person for the first time you could understand why.

“James Hunt, he needs no introduction,” Patrick says, motioning his hand to James and instantly he was off his seat and extending his hand for you to shake.

“I’ve always said we need more girls around and in the cars, I’m glad they are starting to listen,” he says shaking your hand firmly.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you” you reply back, still almost in a daze, you were standing before the James Hunt.

“The pleasure is all mine love. I’m looking forward to getting to know you on the track” and then he pauses, and winks at you, “And off the track. I assume you’ll be attending all the parties. They are the best aren’t they Patrick”

“They are known to become quite a ruckus”

“But that’s all the fun! You’ll love them, you look like the kind of girl that would enjoy a party like that, uh?”

You almost mentally slapped yourself in realising you hadn’t even told him your own name yet, “Y/n, y/n, l/n”

“And that, is a beautiful name, like one of those greek goddesses”

You scoff though your lips twitch up into a smile. You cross your arms as you slowly start to grow used to what James is like, “And how many times do you repeat that to all the women you try to woe?”

James’s eyebrows furrow and he puts on a fake frown at your words, “I have you know, I have never said that to another woman before”

“Do you even know the names of the Greek goddesses?” Partick asks and James was quick to reply with “That is beside the point”

It causes the three of you to laugh though. Like you had seen in all the newspapers James was a flirt, a playboy, but he seemed like someone you could get along with, share a few jokes with and that you were looking forward to.

“You’d think with the amount of laugher here this wasn’t a place where people risk their lives and die”

James tilts his head back and lets out a groan of fake annoyance as he then turns around and you can see the man standing behind James, hand on hip looking extremely pissed off. His hair was a lot curlier than Patrick, and a lot thicker. It was chestnut brown with complimented his hazelnut eyes. His hair was all messy though, scattered across his forehead, the roots starting to become soken with sweat. While he didn’t have the cutting jawline that James possessed which drew women wild, his cheeks bones were more pronounced likely due to the most distinctive feature which was his overbite. His lips covered most of it but still, you could see his two front teeth slightly, which had earned him the nickname, the rat.

“Well, well if it isn’t the rat” James states, sucking his lip onto his top teeth to imitate Niki’s overbite in an attempt to make you laugh.

“Do I have to tell you every time, I don’t mind being called a rat. Rats are smart-”

It seemed as if Niki was going to continue talking but James cut him off again, leaving Niki to suck his cheeks in, in annoyance.

“Why are you here Niki, can’t you bugger off somewhere else”

“I came to see what was causing a buzz in everyone. I don’t understand the excitement”

James steps aside so Niki could see you clearly and Patrick finally takes his hand off your shoulder to introduce you to him.

“Niki, this is y/n, she’s Tyrell-Ford’s new racer”

Niki scoffs, his eyes looking you up and down in distain. “Everyone knows Tyrell is crap”

Patrick’s kind smile falters, a usual grimace that usually appears when talking to Niki arrives on his face instead. “Yes thank you for your opinion, Niki, we all really needed to hear it”

“You’re welcome. Still, I don’t see what all the fuss is. When other drivers join you couldn’t give two craps James, only when you have the chance of getting your dick wet are you suddenly alert”

James’ fists clenched as his face reddens and he takes a stride towards Niki, ready to go for a blow till Patrick steps between them trying to calm down the situation. “He’s only trying to aggravate you to throw you off your game before qualifying James”

“He’s a cunt, and needs a punch right in that ugly face of his” James seethes, taking one last glance between you, Patrick and Niki then storming off to try and cool down. You on the other hand were glaring daggers into Niki, also angered by his rude remarks about you. Niki feels your gaze and his face turns to you again, matching your heated eyes with his ice-cold ones and he refused to break eye contact first.

“When they say you are an asshole, they really mean it huh” you finally spit out.

“I only say what is true, if that makes me an asshole then so be it.”

“I trust that means you don’t have many friends”

Niki tilts his head as he continues to observe you, “Why would I need friends? I’m happy as I am”

You could feel your irritation for him grow stronger and you open your mouth to continue arguing with Niki when another driver jogs up to him, placing his hand upon his shoulder, “Niki, the boss wants to talk to you”

Niki frowned, in confusion and annoyance but shoved his hands in his pockets, mumbling under his breath about how he had seen the boss only half an hour ago. He took a few steps away before pausing and throwing you another look over his shoulder, his lips still cast in a frown “Good luck for tomorrow. You will need it”

You sucked on your bottom lip, trying to not shout back at him and give him the satisfaction of an answer. When he was a safe distance however you muttered under your breath “What a dick”

“I’m sorry about that y/n, but he’s like that with everyone, it’s best to ignore it,” Patrick tells you, shooting you an apologetic glance before turning to the other man. “What did the boss want with Niki?”

“Oh nothing, I just said that so he would go away”

The man cracked a smile and held his hand out to you for you to shake, “I’m Clay Regazzoni, Niki’s teammate”

The swiss man had tanned skin, a bushy moustache and long dark hair but his features were kind and certainly appeared a lot friendlier than his teammate.

“Niki’s teammate? I don’t know how you cope with that” you say shaking his hand back.

He grins at your statement, clicking his mouth as if thinking, “Alcohol, a lot of alcohol”

And with the removal of Niki’s presence, the laughter was brought back to the atmosphere.

“But really, Niki, he says what’s on his mind, and usually all shit and not worth listening to, but he’s an okay guy when you get to know him, you just have to put up with his bad days” Clay finally says as the three of you are able to control your laughter again.

“Which are most days” Patrick finishes.

Clay took a glance over to the direction where Niki had gone five minutes ago and with a nod of his head bit the two of your farewell, claiming he should leave before Niki gets back demanding to know why he had lied to him. Now you had met all the drivers, Patrick leads you back over to your shared garage, and with an excited smile, he lifted up the gate for you to be able to take a look at your new car. It was dark blue with your number and name pressed onto the side surrounded by a few sponsorship brands. Your heart nearly skipped a beat as your eyes widened in excitement.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

You smile, your eyes never leaving the car, “I was born ready”

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Haunted House Horrors

Pairing: Marcus Moreno/GN! Reader

Word Count: 2,654

Warnings: Haunted house shenanagins, mentions of panic attacks, fake gore.

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell @star-wars-hell​

I’m sorry this is late! I was so busy yesterday that I completely forgot to post this. (And then the tags broke??? Idk what’s happening)

The prompt for this week’s Writer Wednesday was given, as always, by the lovely @autumnleaves1991-blog​, and the masterlists are created by @clydesducktape.

You sighed, crossing your legs and peering at yourself in the mirror. Tonight was opening night for the haunted house that would last all the way through October. The director had found a recently abandoned hotel and decided that it would make a perfect set for your production. Now, you were nestled at your desk on the top floor, the one that was off limits for patrons, finishing up your makeup. It had taken you hours, but was so worth it. 

“On in fifteen!” A voice shouted, and you looked over. Emily, your room partner, was smiling at you from the doorway. “You know if you leave that window open, you’ll get bugs in your blood, right?” 

You shrugged, shifting the curtains and moving the gallon jug of fake blood from the windowsill. “How do I look?”  

Emily smiled, an action that was made terrifying by the blood painting her cheeks and smeared all over her chest, surrounding the deep scratches writing out gibberish in some kind of runes she’d applied. “Perfect.” 

“Good.” You turned, getting one last look at yourself in the mirror. You looked hollow, cheeks sunken and eyes sallow due to the makeup on your face. One of your eyes was pure white, thin black veins streaking outward, marring your slightly dead face. Your costume was worse, all bloody and gross. But the sticky fake blood didn’t bother you as you twirled a trick hunting knife across your hands and expertly sheathed it. Your role in this production was simple. A lost huntsman put under a witch’s curse, gathering young maidens from the outside world and sacrificing them in the name of the witch. 

You followed Emily to a set of stairs, making sure to shut your open window, and descended quickly. The haunted house took place on the first and second floor, and you were stationed on the second. 

The room you were in was simple. Two twin beds with no sheets, an upturned dresser opposite the beds, a bedside table between the beds with a tilted lamp on its surface, the door to a bathroom left slightly ajar and spilling light across the floor, and what was once a box TV now laying shattered and smashed in a corner. The curtains were ripped and bloody, the wallpaper stained with crimson handprints. You smiled, opening the bathroom door and dragging your materials out of the bathtub. Emily followed, scooping up the sheets and beginning to lay them across the bed, haphazard in her placement. As she worked, you began to position tarps across the floor, protecting the old hardwoods. Under the bed lay a few tubs of fake blood, one hooked up to a small hose system, and a huge funnel, along with a small collection of false limbs, already bloodied and ready for use. 

“Are we good?” Emily asked, looking around as she finished tossing pillows across the beds. 

You nodded. “All good,” you confirmed as you spread the final two tarps across the beds. 

It took some waiting and some more small preparations, but finally, the walkie talkie you’d hidden in the bedside table drawer clicked to life. 

“Group one has entered the building,” Clark said from the lobby. He was the usher, counting people and sending groups through the haunted house at fifteen minute intervals. The next time that would chime was when the group entered the elevator, signaling the next group to begin their walk. 

“Ready?” Emily asked you, eagerness lighting her eyes. This was her first haunted house, and you could practically feel the excitement rolling off her. 

“Em,” you said. “We have fifteen minutes. Chill.” 

Of course, in those fifteen minutes, you and her lounged on the rumpled bed sheets and tarps and watched Clone Wars on your phone. The crackle of the walkie talkie scared you when it beeped to life, and you immediately turned your phone off, pointing to the bed. Emily lay down, allowing you to loosely tie ropes to her wrists and one ankle, halfway securing her to the bed. 

“Group one had entered the elevator,” Alex said, and Clark responded. 

“Good. Group two has entered the building.” 

You heard the elevator ding. Time to put on a show. 

“This room has a window!” You heard a guide say as you went to stand by the bed, winking at Emily before she shut her eyes. “Come on!” 

The door to the room pushed open, and you bent down, grumbling to yourself in Latin as you tied up Emily’s last leg. A few people filtered in, standing in the door as the guide’s flashlight flickered out. You looked up, curving your lips into a wicked grin. “Visitors,” you purred, flicking your hand and watching the door slam shut behind the small group of people. “Her Highness will be pleased.” 

Emily’s eyes opened, a groan bubbling off her lips before her breathing picked up and she began to thrash. 

You rolled your eyes, picking up one of the knives on the bedside table, a real one, and sinking it into the bed beside Emily’s face. “Hush up!” You snapped roughly, causing Emily to whimper. “Her Highness needs blood. Virgin blood. And what better than the blood of a child?” You grabbed another knife, smaller and duller, and began to carve into a small section of Emily’s arm. Fake blood began to seep out, and Emily cried. 

Emily threw her body around hard, the half-tied ropes falling away as she swung up, stumbling to the tarp covered section between the two beds. You grinned, walking towards her, your boots loudly stomping on the floor. “Look at you missy,” you said. “Nowhere to run now.” 

As you bent over Emily, on your knees, she shifted so she could grab the blood hose and drag the fake limb pile out with it. You sat up, showing your full upper body to the audience before you swung down with the trick knife, pretending to swing it into Emily’s arm. She screamed bloody murder as she triggered the hose, sending a spray of blood everywhere, including the fake arm you tossed up onto the tarp on the second bed. “Keep screaming missy!” You yelled, feigning removing Emily’s leg. “It only makes her Highness stronger!” 

You heard the groups of people leave the room, hurried footsteps receding down the hall. You sat back, helping Emily sit up as well. She was a mess, all splattered in blood and gore, but she wore the biggest smile. 

“Go clean up as best you can,” you advised. “Reapply your scratch bag. I’ll clean the room.” 

As Emily headed off into the bathroom to clean her face and clothes, you began to clean the floor. Thanks to the tarp, you were able to unscrew the lid off the blood jug and position the funnel at the top. With some shifting, you poured as much blood as possible back into the jug for future use. The rest was cleaned using wet wipes and paper towels you tossed into a garbage bag and hid behind the dresser. Same went for the bed, and then you joined Emily in the bathroom. 

“Drink water,” you said, coming up behind Emily. “It’s important.” 

Emily gave you a thumbs up, passing you the makeup remover and the q-tips. The best materials for removing splotches of fake blood. 

By the time group two had entered the elevator, you were ready to do it all over again. 

And again, and again, and again. 

Finally, at ten, the final group exited your room. You breathed out, blinking slightly. God you were exhausted. 

“Let’s get cleaned up here,” you said softly to Emily. “Then we can go upstairs and scrub ourselves raw.” 

Emily chuckled, sitting up and passing you the fake limbs. Everything would be packed and cleaned in fifteen minutes, and by then, the last group would be gone and you could freely roam the halls out of character. 

“You take the clothes down to the washroom,” you said as you and Emily finally exited the room. “I’ll take this,” you hefted the box of unused materials, “back up to the storage room.” 

Emily nodded, splitting off and headed down the hall towards the elevator. You went to the stairs, sighing and beginning your trudge up them. 

Halfway up, you nearly collided with someone who was running past you.

“Watch it!” You snapped, wobbling on the stairs and trying not to topple down them. 

The man who’d bumped you didn’t respond, only ran past and hit the wall, breathing heavy in and out. 

You put down your box. “Hey, sir?” 

“No!” The man yelled back, and your hand went to your phone immediately. 

“Sir, should I call emergency services?” You asked firmly, and the man turned, giving you a shock. That was Marcus Moreno, one of the Heroics. What was he doing having a breakdown in the hotel? 

“Lost,” he said weakly. “She’s lost.” 

You nodded, crouching down to Marcus’s level. “Who?” You asked. “Your daughter?” 

Marcus nodded. 

“Missy, right?” You asked, already formulating a mass text. 

Another nod. 

“Okay,” you said. “I’ve sent out a text. We’ll go wait in my room and see if anyone can find her. You need to sit down and relax.” 

Marcus barely resisted as you helped him up, leaving your box on the landing. You held his hand tight as you guided him up the steps and down the hall, the patterned carpet beneath your feet muffling your footsteps. 

“Go ahead and sit,” you said, pushing open the door to your room. Marcus shuffled in, falling onto the couch and peering up at you as you took a seat at the desk, pulling out a pack of makeup wipes. “How’d you lose Missy?” 

“We were in the last group to go through. She got scared right near the end,” Marcus said softly, watching you rub the makeup off, revealing the perfectly healthy person underneath. “Really scared. Bolted down the hall during the last room. I couldn’t catch her.” 

You made a sympathetic face, digging around in your eye for the pure white contact lens. When you finally fished it out, you sighed in relief, blinking a few times before turning to Marcus. “We’ll find her,” you promised. “She’s definitely still in the hotel. We have people at all the exits. If they saw her leave, they’d have reported it.” As you spoke, you shed your filthy costume, rubbing your arms with a wipe before slipping on a pair of worn out sweatpants and an equally old shirt. 

Marcus nodded. “This thing was scarier than we anticipated,” he admitted. “She begged me to come. I should’ve known.” 

“Yeah, well,” you said. “Hindsight.” 

“Yeah,” Marcus agreed. “It was really good though. Very well done.” 

You smiled. “Ah, thank you,” you said. “We do try.” 

At that moment, the door opened, and Missy came running in, right into Marcus’s arms. Emily was behind her, carrying the empty laundry basket. 

“I found her hiding in the washroom,” Emily said. “Gave the poor thing a fright when I walked in.” 

Missy curled up in Marcus’s embrace, eyeing Emily warily as she sat at her desk, going through the motions of removing her makeup. Emily hummed as she worked, peeling away layers of intricate liquid latex off her chest, discarding them into a plastic bag. 

“I can breathe again!” She said happily, grabbing the package of baby wipes from you. 

You rolled your eyes as you began to load up yours and Emily’s dirty costumes. “Em, it’s not that bad,” you said. “I’m going to take these downstairs and escort our guests to the parking lot. Can you lock the room when you’re done?” 

Emily gave you a thumbs up as she slowly peeled the small plastic bag covered in latex off her arm. The split bag that was once full of blood followed the rest of her trash, and you noticed Missy watching Emily very closely. 

“C’mon,” you said to Marcus and Missy. “I’ll take y’all out.” 

Marcus stood, nudging Missy along. You propped the small laundry basket on your hip, making sure it wasn’t leaking as you began your trudge down the halls for the last time that night. 

“Do you guys do a haunted house every year?” Marcus asked curiously as you held the door open at the top of the stairwell. 

“Oh yeah,” you said, following them down the stairs. “Every year. We start planning in May. It’s always super fun, not gonna lie. Last year we did an Edgar Allen Poe themed haunted house. Took so much work to put the sets together, but it was so worth it.” 

Missy looked up at you. “You still have blood on your face,” she said matter-of-factly. 

You grinned, wiping at your face with the back of your hand. Sure enough, a smear of blood had escaped your cleaning. “Eh, it’s fine,” you said. “I’m going home and showering after this.” 

Missy nodded. “Do you let kids join the haunted houses?” 

“Missy,” Marcus said warningly, but you shook your head. 

“It’s okay,” you promised. “We do, actually. Sometimes we have roles only kids can play.” 

Almost immediately, Missy looked hopefully up at Marcus. “Please Dad!” She begged. “Please!” 

You laughed. “Missy,” you said. “You have months to con your father into saying yes. But if he does, we’ll gladly take you on.” 

The rest of your trip, Missy happily skipped around the hotel, her previous fear completely gone, replaced by pure joy. You walked beside Marcus, absently telling him about how the productions were put on. 

“Next year, around April, we’ll start brainstorming ideas,” you said as you dumped your dirty clothes into a washing machine in the washroom. The washing machine had your room number on it, just so no one's clothes got mixed up. “Then we vote on an idea and begin to draft up blueprints and scripts. After that, it’s full steam ahead until October.” 

Marcus sighed. “I’ll think about it,” he finally decided, and Missy lit up behind him. “But that isn’t a yes!” He added, but Missy was already celebrating, happily hugging her father. 

You smiled, leading them out of the room and towards the parking lot. “I’ll give you my number,” you said, pulling a pen from your pocket. “You can text or call me if you have any questions.” 

Marcus watched you scrawl your number onto his hand, the inky figures blurring ever so slightly as you wrote them out. “I’m sure I’ll be in touch.” 

“I’ll see you around!” You said, waving as Missy and Marcus got into their car and drove off. 

“Oh honey,” Emily said from behind you, startling you. “You’ve got it so bad for that man.” 

You rolled your eyes, digging your keys out of your pocket. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Emily grinned a mildly shit-eating grin. “You know exactly what I’m talking about!” She said happily. “You are in love with Marcus Moreno.” 

“Am not.” 

“Are too.” 

“Am not!” 

Emily stopped, putting her hands on her hips. “Let’s make a deal,” she said. “If, in one year, you haven’t had at least one date with the man, I’ll order dinner for a week during the show. If you have, then I get to say I told you so.” 

You sighed, stretching your hand out. “Whatever.” 

Emily shook your hand, her smile only getting more feral. “It’s a deal.” 

Of course, one year later, on October first, you stepped out of Marcus’s car, Missy following you. 

“See you later dad!” Missy said happily, waving. 

Marcus waved back. “I’ll be in the first group through!” He promised. 

You put an arm around Missy, leading her up to the warehouse where you’d be putting on this year’s haunted house. 

As you walked up to the building, a second story window opened and Emily leaned out, smiling widely with her makeup half-done. 

“I told you so!” 

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unusual reunion

pairing: sonny carisi x female reader

wc: 1296

tw: mentions of COVID-19, rape, a bit of violence and blood, swearing, shameless flirting

a/n: this oneshot is based on law and order svu 22x06!! this was something that i thought of out of the blue, and this is for @sweetcannolicarisi ‘s “Candy Hearts” soul mate bingo square! i wrote this to have a set portion of it to be real life because of the hospital setting. the italics are flashbacks/reader thoughts. there are also some lyrics from streets by doja cat which are bolded and italicized!

taglist: @detective-giggles, @lapaquerette (idk if you wanted to be tagged, but i did it just in case!)

You were just getting off your break after finishing half of your 12 hour shift at Mercy Hospital, when your phone rang. You were completely drained from calling doctors and nursing staff all morning and you couldn’t bear to pick up the phone once again. That is, until you saw who was calling.

Liv.

She only really called you during work hours when something was wrong.

“Hey Liv.” you said when you picked up the phone.

“Y/N. Hi. Are you working a shift right now?”

“Yeah, I actually just got off break.”

You could hear the worry in Liv’s voice. “Okay, um, Sonny’s hurt. Do you think you could do a check up on him?”

You froze when you heard his name on the phone. This was the first time you heard of him since he became an ADA. When he was a detective, you would see him all the time in the hospital when he had to interview female victims that were raped and had injuries following the assault, interview doctors involved in a case, talk to children of abandoned families and abuse, and ask doctors and nurses for results on a patient. He even talked to you from time to time, seeing as you worked in the department that dealt with women and kids, and every time he did, you noticed more and more things you liked about him. It got to the point where he asked you to share a drink or two with him after your shift one day. The two of you weren’t really in any relationship, you just became close friends. You helped him study for his bar exam and celebrated with a few drinks when he passed. You had a schedule for talking on the phone, first every Friday night at 11:30pm, then talking on every break you had. All was well between you two. Until he stopped calling and showing up.

“Yes, of course I can. I can set up a room for him.”

Liv sighed of relief. “Thank you so much. I owe you one.”

•••

“Hey, Y/N, there’s someone for you.” one of your colleagues said.

“Okay thanks.” you said, getting up, adjusting your stethoscope and mask and going out to the waiting area. When you saw Sonny, you were horrified. What the hell happened to his face?

On the other hand, when Sonny saw you, his eyes lit up.

“Y/N, thank you so much for doing this.”

“My pleasure. I love helping out my friends.” you paused, your eyes drifting to Sonny’s face. Snapping your attention back to Liv, you asked her if she had to step back to work, in which she said yes. You reassured her that Sonny would be safe in your hands and when she left, you smiled with your eyes and led him to the room you set up for him.

“Sonny, what happened?” you asked softly as you washed your hands.

“I was talking with the powerful judge and their defense and... well things got out of hand.”

“Gallagher? The one running for attorney general?”

“How-“

You let out a slight chuckle. “I saw his half assed excuses on the news the other day.” Bringing over some of the tools and supplies needed, you continued. “So, lemme guess, he threatened to fight and you went for it.

“He called me a dago. And called my suit cheap.”

You were about to apply some alcohol to the gash on the side of his head when you stopped. “He called you that? That’s not okay. He disgusts me. And... your suit is nowhere near cheap. It’s quite beautiful and expensive looking if you ask me.”

“You really think so?”

“Of course I do.”

“Something tells me it’s more than just the suit.” you proceeded to take his mask off so you could clean some of the blood under it when his hands found his way to yours.

“What are you talking about?” you faltered.

Sonny gently pushed your hands away and took off his mask, setting it aside. “We’ve known each other for how long now?”

“About 5 years.”

“Remember when I took you out that one night after your shift?”

A smile crept up on your face under your mask.

“Yeah... I wanted to change out of my scrubs and you waited for me outside of my apartment. When I came out you were breathless.”

When you opened the door, Sonny looked astonished. “Jesus, Y/N. You look amazing.” You felt so confident in your blouse and skirt combo and Sonny liked it. “Thank you, I’m glad you were willing to wait for me.”

“It was a really good night. Probably one of the best nights I’ve ever had after a shift.” you concluded.

“Yeah me too.” Sonny said looking into your eyes. After a pause, he whispered, “Y/N, what the actual fuck are we doing?”

You reached for the alcohol pads and started cleaning off the blood from his face. “I don’t know Sonny. There must have been a reason for the silence.”

Sonny winced from the cool alcohol touching his open wound. He liked how gentle you were with him even though you and him talked less and less during quarantine. He actually thought you hated him. “This is about when I finally became an ADA. Y/N, don’t get me wrong, I thought of you every day. I wanted to surprise you, show you how much I missed you and then COVID-19 hit. Quarantine made me miss you even more, and you were working tirelessly so I knew I couldn’t bother you.”

You finished cleaning off all the blood, trying to process everything Sonny was saying. He missed you? He thought of you everyday? Did it actually mean something?

“I really am sorry.” he whispered. After washing your hands again and setting up the tools to give him stitches, you looked back in his eyes. Here he was, spilling his heart out to you, expressing his love for you, and you couldn’t even do anything about it.

“Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. Quarantine really fucked me over and I should’ve went to you for help. And I should’ve been there when you started out as an ADA. I’m the one who’s truly sorry.”

“Hey. You’re one of the biggest reasons why I was able to become the person I am today.”

You bit your lip. “You really think that?” Sonny nodded in response. You slipped on a pair of gloves and proceeded to give Sonny his stitches. “Can I tell you something that I’ve been meaning to tell you?”

“Anything.” you replied.

“Well, in my head, we belong. And I can’t be without you.” Sonny admitted. “I think you’re my soul mate, we were meant to be. It justifies the amount of times we ran into each other.”

“Well can I tell you something back?” you said, finishing up the last of the stitches.

“Anything- fuck.” he whispered as he felt some of the stitching.

You let out a soft giggle as you finished the last stitch. You cleaned up the area, washing your hands as well, and stood in front of him. “Sonny, I’ve been thinking about you a lot as well. I didn’t know how to approach you, even before the pandemic when we were spending so much time together. I found it hard to find someone like you, after everything, all signs pointed back to... you.”

“I’m here right now with you. Why don’t we make things official?” Sonny whispered. He reached over to your face and pulled off your mask.

“Why not?” you whispered back, letting Sonny pull you closer into a deep passionate kiss.

That had to be the most amazing kiss you’ve ever received.

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Tattoo - Pope  Heyward

Request: maybe one where pope impulsively gets a tattoo? idk i feel like he would be so funny and then start panicking once he realized what he did

A/N: I really liked writing this and I squeezed in a Heathers reference. 

Outer Banks Masterlist

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When the acceptance letter came in the mail Pope had almost cried, everything he’d ever worked for was right there in his hands. The question of paying for that future was still up in the air but he’d applied for some many scholarships he was sure he had carpal tunnel from typing up essays.  

“You need to just let yourself be excited.” You scolded when he brought up paying for college again.  

“I am excited.” He replied, spinning in his office chair so that he could face you, “I’m just also being realistic. There’s nothing to be excited about if I can’t go.”

You groaned at him, falling back on his bed and staring up at the ceiling, “enough money talk, let’s do something fun.”

“Like what?” He asked, “everything costs money.”

“You are the worst person to be celebratory with.” You replied, standing up, “but I think I know what we can do.”

“What?”  

“Just come on,” you grabbed his hand, trying to pull him out of his chair so he would follow you.  

“Tell me what it is and that it isn’t illegal.” He said, refusing to move. He wasn’t going with you to try and convince the cashier that you were old enough to buy alcohol or something along those lines.  

“No and no.”  

“No it isn’t illegal or no you won’t tell me if it is or not?” He asked, finally letting you drag him along.  

“No, I won’t tell you.” You replied. “It’s more fun this way.”  

“For who?” Pope asked as he climbed in the passenger seat of your car with little prompting from you. Despite his complaints he willingly did what you asked, following along in your plan to supposedly both celebrate and cheer him up.  

“For you.” You said, “obviously. Because I’m a nice person and I love you.”  

“I feel like you want me to tell you how lucky I am but I’m gonna be totally honest I don’t feel lucky right now.” Pope replied.  

“Unbelievable.” You gasped, looking over at your boyfriend, “here I am, pouring my heart out-”

“Not looking at the road!”

“And you have the nerve to tell me you don’t love me?”

“Seriously,” Pope leaned over, grabbing the wheel and swerving the car, “and I didn’t say I didn’t love you, I said I was unlucky to be stuck with you.”

“Stuck with me?”  

“Do you want me to drive?” He asked as he swerved the car again.  

“We’re almost there!” You smacked his hand away from the steering wheel and glared at him, “stop being a Debbie Downer.”

“Debbie Downer? Okay, grandma.”  

You stuck your tongue out at him as you cut the wheel and turned into the driveway of a house on the cut. Pope recognised the house as your cousins and immediately started shaking his head, knowing already what you were here for.

“No, absolutely not. I am not tattooing my skin!” Pope protested, shaking his head.  

“You don’t have to!” You replied, rolling your eyes at his antics. “I was coming anyway and now you can choose my tattoo.”

“I’m celebrating by choosing the tattoo that you put on your body?”

You got out of the car, coming around to Pope’s side and turning your back to him, pulling your shirt up just enough to show off the small of your back. “I mean I was gonna get a tattoo right here that said Pope’s Bitch but-”

“Stop it!” He laughed, shoving you forward, “that’s terrible.”

“You rile so easy babe,” you look at him over your shoulder as you head in, smiling when he sticks his tongue out at you.  

Inside your cousin had turned his kitchen into a tattoo studio. You had been there with Kiara plenty of times for stick and poke tattoos but this was the first time you’d come with Pope. Your boyfriend was not the spontaneous type and he didn’t do things like tattoos though he would never complain about yours. Once you were all situated in the chair and your cousin was setting up the tattoo gun, Pope looked through some of the sketches he had in a binder.  

“What’s the verdict?” You asked, looking over at him.  

“What’s that thing you like?” Pope replied, still staring at the designs. “That quote?”

“Which quote?”  

“The one from that dumb movie you always make me watch.” He said, grabbing a piece of paper and writing something down. “This?” He asked, holding it up for you to see.

“Yeah, why?”  

He turned to your cousin, showing him the quote, “can you do this? In my handwriting?” He asked.

“Yeah totally, no problem.”

Pope nodded and then handed you the paper and pen, “here.”

“What am I doing?”

“I want the same thing. In your handwriting, on my rib.” He said, unable to stop from smiling as you smiled at him.  

It didn’t take long for your cousin to finish both of you. Four words in your scroll on his ribs and the same four words just below your bikini string in Pope’s handwriting. You were still admiring yours in the mirror when Pope came over, putting his head on your shoulder and meeting your eyes in the mirror.  

“I can’t believe I just did that.” He said, moving so he could see the tattoo.  

“Niether can I.” You laughed, fingers brushing against his ribs, just below the tattoo. “It’s super hot though.”  

“And I’ll be super dead when my dad sees this.” He replied, “I just got into college, I should be more mature not less. How am I supposed to be taken seriously as a professional someday if I’ve got a tattoo?”

“Well, assuming you aren’t whipping your shirt off while you’re working or something-”

“I’m being serious!” Pope said, moving closer to the mirror.  

You pouted, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and kissing his back. “It’s barely noticeable, you’ll be fine. Besides, now when you leave me to go to college everyone will know you’re off limits.”  

“I’m off limits but I’m getting far enough with someone that I have my shirt off?” He asked, tilting his head back.

“I’m assuming you just lift the shirt up.” You replied, peeking around his arm body to look at him in the mirror, “Like you could have this but I’m taken.”  

“Okay, you’re delusional and I’m gonna get murdered when I get home!”

“Chill, your parents are never gonna see it.”

“They will...they’ll see it and I’ll die before I even get the chance to graduate high school.” He replied.

You let go of him only grab his hands and turn him to face you, expert pout on your lips. “Do you really hate it that much?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

Pope sighed, “no. I don’t hate it. I just can’t believe I got a tattoo.” He said, looking down at it. You smiled, glancing down at the matching tattoos yourself. Mirrored on your ribs and his was your favorite line from your favorite movie, that Pope had chosen, unprompted.  

Our love is God.  

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Holiday | Part 11 |

Description of Part 1: Alex Turner x Reader (Female) | You’ve been friends with Alex Turner and the other boys from Arctic Monkeys since you were 13. You never for a second thought that Alex would release a song about you though. From late night phone calls and almost constant texting and teasing, you’ve managed to stay close with him over the years. When a pact is established and a holiday is arranged, life seems to be treating you very well. But a month in LA will either make or break you.

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A/N: Okay so this series is going to run for a lot more weeks. May even be more than 15 parts at this rate so I hope you all don’t mind. I’m still loving writing it up and I hope you’re all still enjoying the story. Btw idk who made the second picture I’ve used here but I honestly found it in my camera roll yesterday and couldn’t not use it. Taglists are always open. Thank you for reading x

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I’m starting to regret my decision to come back home. It’s fucking freezing Al x

You’d returned back home just over a week ago and you and Alex had barely been out of contact with each other.

Back home the weather was polar opposite to what it was over in LA. It was cold, wet, and windy and the view of Sheffield didn’t really have the same effect as the stunning view that LA had to offer.

But there was something relaxing about going back home to your normal surroundings.

Well I told you not to leave xx

You couldn’t help but grin at his message when it came through.

He did try and persuade you not to leave and you really did want to stay. But you had to get back to work and look into moving.

Alex knew that you loved your job despite it stressing you out a lot of the time and he did feel selfish asking you to stay in LA with him. But at the same time, he knew you’d get a lot more opportunities over there with him and he knew you would smash it in America just like you’d done back home.

You’d agreed that you were obviously going to try the long-distance stuff for a while until plans were made. And yeah of course you were missing him, but you’d lived without him for a long time before now.

You would make it work. You were both open and honest with each other and as long as that stayed the case, nothing could go wrong.

You’d liked each other for too long to just let distance ruin it.

You reply to your boyfriend quickly, just half-heartedly defending yourself.

It’s not like I wanted to leave you, but the flight was booked. And you know I’m not one to waste money xx

Alex chuckled at that; You really were set in your ways once something had been arranged. He loved but hated that about you.

He just wanted you all to himself. After staying with him for the month and becoming as close as you had, he found his house so empty without you.

He was always finding any excuse to either phone or text you. Alex still wasn’t used to it being okay for him to be texting you every chance he could.

In his mind, since you’d gone back home, you were still his best friend that he’d harboured feelings for, for such a long time. He found that he had to remind himself that it was different now, and he could ring you whenever he wanted to.

He texted you back as he lay himself down on his bed and hugged the pillow that still smelled of you as he replied to you.

No, I know you’re stubborn xx

You gasped out loud when that came through, which caused Y/B/F to look over at you.

She’d been so funny when she came and picked you up from the airport. You’d hugged each other for a solid two minutes; You had missed her so much.

You found it funny as well when as soon as you released each other from the hug, she was very quick to ask you about Alex. You wouldn’t change her for the world though.

You were so used to spending your days with her like you’d done for the first week of your holiday with Alex. Just happily coexisting together yet having the best time when talking about whatever came to mind.

“What’s he saying now?” She grinned at you from her spot on the sofa.

You weren’t offended by what he’d said because you knew it was true. But of course, over text you’d pretend to be the slightest bit offended by it.

“He just called me stubborn” You tell her with a smile on your face.

Every time you talked about him you couldn’t help but smile. But that applied to before he was your boyfriend too.

You’d been caught many a time grinning like a lunatic at your phone and Alex had been the cause of it.

Y/B/F giggled at that and shrugged her shoulders, “He’s not wrong, is he?”

You faked a gasp at her too and shook your head.

“You’re meant to be my best friend and defend me” You scoff.

“Can’t defend what’s true” Y/B/F said before turning her attention back to the TV.

You shake your head and start typing out your reply.

Rudeeee! Y/B/F even agreed with you. You’re both nasty xx

He didn’t even give it a second before he started typing his reply. You saw the speech bubble appear instantly.

Well, great minds. What can I say? Got myself a stubborn girlfriend and she’s got a stubborn best friend x

You just grin as you respond to him.

Right this is just bullying at this point, think you should come and warm me up to apologise x

You were sat on the sofa feeling so cold. You had on fluffy pyjamas and a massive fluffy blanket. Yet you were still cold.

You’d obviously acclimatised to LA’s temperature as by the end of the holiday you didn’t find yourself getting as cold as you had initially. However, that could have also been down to Alex making you all hot and bothered all the time.

His next message came through quickly:

You’d enjoy that wouldn’t you? xx

You couldn’t help but smile and bite down on your bottom lip as you replied to that. Just because his idea of warming you up was teasing you for a long while before eventually having sex.

I really would xx

You send to him, but then immediately add:

And you would too x

You were certain Alex loved teasing you about as much as he loved making music. If not more.

He was so good at it as well.

You don’t know whether it was the fact that you’d teased each other on the phone for years and never done anything about it, but he’d certainly made a good start for making up for lost time.

Just thinking about it was making you get a bit excited, so you tried to stop thinking about it. But Alex’s reply came through and those thoughts about him didn’t stray far out of your mind.

I really really would xx

You quickly type out your reply with a grin on your face.

You finish that album and you’ll see me before you know it xx

He’d offered to come back home with you, which you half wanted to take him up on. But you knew that songs needed to be finished for the album and eventually the EP that was going to come out after it.

Your man was a busy guy.

He needed to get creative and you knew he couldn’t do that properly from over here. So that was when you’d both agreed that after most things were done for the songs and the promotion pictures and the aesthetics for the album were done, he’d come over.

It’s nearly done. Can’t wait for you to listen to it xx

That made you smile reading that. You couldn’t wait to hear it completely finished either.

But you had no doubt that whatever him and Miles thought would be finished soon, would eventually be changed or they would write another song or two in the window after Christmas that they had to make final changes to it.

You vaguely remember them telling you that the final deadline before the vinyl needed to start being pressed was the end of January. It was the first week of August now and you had no doubt the creative duo would create something else magical in that time.

Neither can I x

Was the reply that you sent before you started watching the rerun of Gavin and Stacy that was showing on your TV screen.

The banter mixed with drama that you were watching on the TV grabbed your attention more than you thought it would. Meaning that you didn’t see that Alex sent you another message through straight away.

You only notice it 10 minutes later when the episode ends. You pick up your phone and see another message from him that came through a while ago.

You open it quickly to see what he was saying.

Please tell me we’re still on for later??? Xxx

You couldn’t help but grin at that.

There he was referring to the little arrangement that you’d made because Y/B/F was going out for the night and you were planning on having phone sex again.

Since you’d been home, you’d done it a few times and it was quite fun.

Yeah, you’d sexted people before, but you’d never actually had proper phone sex with someone before last week. And as it turned out you were both pretty good at it.

Alex knew just what to say to get you worked up and you’d always been good at teasing him with your words over past few the years. Except back then it wasn’t as filthy as it had been the past week.

You guessed he’d got good at it because he spent his life on the road, travelling from place to place. But you were glad he’d had his practice at it because he was a fucking god at dirty talk now.

As if his singing voice didn’t already do it for you, him saying the dirtiest things to you down the phone just made him ten times better.

Even during sex with him before you left LA, he’d said some things that made the experience ten times better than it already was. You don’t think you’d ever forget it.

The morning of the day you were due to go home was one of the times he’d talked dirty during sex properly. He was being rough with you which just made the things he was saying even better.

So, when you left, he’d sent a reminder of himself home with you.

You could feel the ghost of his fingertips running over your body every time your clothes moved slightly. And it was like you could feel him inside you every time you adjusted yourself in your seat on the long flight home.

He’d left you sore. Obviously wanting you to feel him for as long as possible after you parted ways.

Knowing that you wouldn’t be able to be like that with each other for a while definitely made it better.

And that was such a good fuck, you couldn’t even lie. You’d enjoyed every second of it.

Unfortunately though, it just left you longing for him.

But you guessed it made the phone sex you had when you got home, all the more interesting because you could still feel the ghost of his lips and his hands on your skin already.

You felt like you could still feel him inside you. Which made the first experience on the phone better to say the least.

When you thought back to it, you’d literally had so much good sex the last 2 weeks you’d spent with him in LA.

One of the most memorable times was just as few days before you left. It was when you’d received an early birthday present that you weren’t expecting.

You kicked the large door to Alex’s house closed as your hands were now full of the massive parcel that had just been delivered to his door.

“Alex, what have you been ordering?” You giggle as you walk back to the lounge with it in your arms.

It was huge, yet it was quite light. You were so curious as to what was inside.

The PR packages that he always seemed to receive didn’t look like what was currently in your hands. The PR ones were usually vinyl and he’d got 5 a few days previous.

You were lowkey jealous. You wanted free vinyl.

“I’ve not ordered anything” Alex tells you with furrowed eyebrows, looking at the size of the box you were bringing in.

“Well, you have because this his huge and it has your name on it” You say as you hand it over to him.

“I’m intrigued now” You tell him as you sit yourself down in your spot.

Even Miles, who was sat next to Alex on the other settee, looked like he wanted to know.

He sat forward off the edge of the sofa and told his best mate, “Open it”

“Alright” Alex says and starts picking at the tape that was holding the box together.

He gets the box open pretty fast and you divide your attention between Alex and the final of the season of Hell’s Kitchen that you’d been watching on the trip.

Your eyes were more focused on the TV when Alex got the box open, so you’d initially missed his eyes go wide. A smirk immediately rose to his face.

Alex paused though before saying anything and looks from the box up to you and to the box again. You note that he was being weird in your peripherals though, so you turn your attention back towards him.

You couldn’t see that the box contained because he’d lifted up the sides of it that shelled the contents from yours and Miles view. You just keep your eyes on him after that.

Alex seems to think about whatever the box contains for another second before he looks back to you and try not to smile when he asks, “What have you been ordering?”

Your eyebrows furrow at that.

“What do you mean? I don’t even know your address; How could I have ordered anything?” You ask with confusion written all over your face.

You didn’t even know what part of LA you were in, except an expensive part. He’d kept his address a secret from you so you could enjoy the surprise of his house when you initially got here.

And you’d had no reason to need his address. He’d been driving you around and when you went out, you’d gone out with him or Breana, so they knew directions and addresses.

“Are you sure?” Alex asks you a smile making its way onto his lips.

“Yeah I swear down” You tell him completely confused as to why he thought it was something to do with you. You need to know, “Why? What’s in the box?”

Alex then moves some tissue paper out of the way and pulls out something you weren’t expecting.

Your eyes go wide and your jaw drops when Alex pulls two bras out of the box and holds them up to show you.

“What the fuck? Who are those for?” Your eyes go wide.

They were beautiful.

One red with black lace running over it making it look very sexy and the other was dark royal blue. The latter was currently your favourite.

“I don’t know I haven’t ordered anything” Alex tells you with eyes just as wide.

“Throw me one” You tell him.

They looked too close in size to the other ones you had, you had to check the label.

Alex then throws the black and red lacey looking bra to you and you check the label on it immediately. It was your size and it was the exact same shape as the ones you liked.

“What the fuck” You giggle.

“Have you been checking my bra size?” You grin up at your boyfriend.

“I haven’t ordered this, I swear to god” Alex shakes his head at you, going a little red at the mere suggestion that this was his doing.

You believe what he tells you but then you look back to the label and tell him, “Well whoever has knows my bra size... So if it’s not you, then who is it?”

Miles then let’s out a chuckle and both you and Alex turn to him. Your face falls into a completely unamused expression before you start on him.

“Miles if you have been looking through my underwear, I will actually fucking murder you right now” You tell him sternly.

He just shakes his head and continues his chucking. You give him a look that makes him quickly shut up though and start telling the truth.

“No, it wasn’t me. I just gave who it was the address so she could treat her best friend’s boyfriend” Miles looks between the both of you with the biggest and cheekiest smile.

You jaw falls open.

“You’re joking?” You giggle as a grin spreads across your face.

Miles shakes his head at you, “No”

“I fucking adore Y/B/F” Alex expresses in a loud voice before you hear him move more tissue paper out of the box.

“You better get her on the phone right now because I need to thank her” He tells you and when he looks back up, he’s beaming.

You ask, “What else is in there?”

“What isn’t in here?” Alex asks rhetorically before he starts revealing the boxes content.

Alex first shows you some handcuffs that he’s hooked around his finger to bring up out of the box. You press your lips together when he raises his eyebrows at you suggestively before putting them back then puts the handcuffs on the sofa before he pulls out a leather whip.

You’re jaw hangs open as Alex just keeps pulling out item after item.

Bondage tape.

Leather buckle cuffs.

The dark blue bra, with a thong to match, as well as the one to match the bra you still had a hold of.

There are also 2 sets of suspenders and stockings to match. The stockings had Alex grinning for days.

You’d yet to wear your knee socks for him, but you knew the stockings would work just as well.

After that, Alex looks at you grinning and you have to pick up your jaw from the ground. Once you gulp taking in all the new items that sat next to Alex, you look to Miles.

Miles is grinning at you like a madman and you want to give him a medal for sending Y/B/F the address. You were so fucking excited and so fucking relieved that Y/B/F knew your sizes and what you liked.

“Miles” You get his attention, your mouth a little dry. “I’m going to politely ask you to go home”

Miles bursts out laughing before he stands himself up.

“Already on my way” He says raising his hands signifying that there was no harm done.

He turns to leave saying, “Have fun guys” but then he remembers something.

“Oh, before I forget…” Miles starts.

“Y/N, she said that she wants to see pictures of you in them” He tells you, which makes you giggle before he turns towards your boyfriend.

“And she said that you’re not allowed to rip any material, Alex” Miles tells him which makes Alex say, “No promises” under his breath.

You giggle and stand up when Miles again turns to leave.  

You shout after him but can’t tear your eyes away from all your new treats, “Miles as a thanks, she does really good phone sex. Just ask her for a repeat of when we went to Barcelona. You’ll get top quality treatment”

You can’t help but run your fingers over all the different material that lay beside Alex.

“Thanks Y/N/N” You hear Miles shout before the eventual thud of the door shutting behind him.

You let your fingers run over the material of the royal blue bra and ask your boyfriend without even looking at him, ”What colour do you want?”

When he doesn’t reply for a few seconds, that’s when your gaze breaks from your new items to look at him.

Alex looks in debate with himself. But you’re getting impatient.

“Alex, we have all day tomorrow for me to roam about in the other one. Pick a colour now” You hurry him on.

A colour stumbles from his mouth, “Blue”

“Right” You say as you collect all the blue lingerie in your arms before you practically run up the stairs.

“Wait for me” You hear Alex shout as he throws the empty box out of his lap.

You shout back to him before running to his room, “No. You get the other stuff and wait on the bed. You’re getting a full show Love”

And suddenly, Alex was running.

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You sat by the pool the following afternoon happily reading a book that Alex had suggested.

It was actually really interesting, and you were glad that he knew you so well. You were enjoying it just as he knew you would.

You were that enthralled with the story going on in your book that you didn’t care when Alex disappeared upstairs an hour ago, and you didn’t even hear Matt and Miles just walk in.

The lovers in the story were just discovering their suppressed feelings for each other when your boyfriend’s best friends sat down either side of you on the comfy seats that resided on the patio outside.

They made you jump as you weren’t expecting them at all. 



“Oh hey” You smile as you look at them either side of you.

Matt sat down on your left and Miles sat on your right. Both didn’t repeat a greeting though, they each lifted up one of your arms causing you to abandon your book on your lap and lose your page.

You look at them both really confused as they seem to then start to inspect your wrists.

“What are you doing?” You ask them, completely confused.

Matt decides to tell you, “Looking for cuff marks… Miles informed me what was sent”

You see a little smirk appear on his face and you can’t help but grin.

“Oh yeah, it was good” You say as you watch them inspecting your skin.

Matt chuckles at your confirmation, but Miles is the one that takes up your attention next.

“Can’t have been that good if you don’t have any marks on your wrists… You would have been thrashing against them and got some marks if he’d of done his job properly” Miles says before they both let you have your hands back.

You pick your book back up and quickly find your page again.

Before you get back into the book though you can’t help but tell them with a smirk on your lips, “What makes you think I was wearing them?”

You hear them both gasp as you carry on reading your book. You don’t give them any other information than that but then your boyfriend walks outside to join you all.

“You alright?” Alex greets his mates as he sits himself down on the chair opposite you all.

You look to the boys you left stunned and see their jaws still agape and their gazes were now fixed to Alex’s wrists. You couldn’t help but smile looking at the tiny bruises that had been left there from last night’s activities.

“Fuck, mate, you had a good night, didn’t ya?” Miles laughs gesturing to Alex’s wrists.

You press your lips together to try and hide your smile, pretending to still be invested into your book. You hear Alex’s low chuckle and see him rub his wrist in your peripherals.

“It was certainly memorable” Alex says looking between his friends.

You just laughed before returning to your book.

The memory of that made you grin. You really did have your fun with those new toys.

You look back to the text message on your phone. In truth, you couldn’t wait.

You just hoped that you had the flat to yourself.

You look towards Y/B/F who was flicking through the TV channels to find something else to watch.

“Are you still going to your Mum’s later?” You ask her.

She nods at you and you can’t help but grin. You reply to your boyfriend:

Most definitely Mr Turner x

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Mid-August shouldn’t be this bad.

You shouldn’t be lay in bed tossing and turning all night attempting to get to sleep. You were failing miserably because you were freezing from the cold air.

You should be able to sleep in any condition but since you’d got home, turned 29 and didn’t have your boyfriend sleeping beside you anymore, getting some rest had proved difficult.  

You were getting old.

You had no clue why, but you could never slip easily into unconsciousness. You don’t know why Alex had made such a big difference on holiday, but you were glad he had.

Despite him sorting your sleeping pattern over there though, the jet lag mixed with the temperature change from back in the UK, resulted in that going out of the window immediately.

As you tried to sleep you thought of your boyfriend who you hadn’t seen now in almost 3 weeks. You just curled yourself up into a ball and stuffed your hands under your blanket and duvet after seeing that the clock read 02:57am.

After a few minutes of trying not to think about why Alex hadn’t replied to your goodnight text you finally felt yourself becoming tired. You were slipping away from reality when you felt the chill that ran over your skin disappear.

Just when you were slipping into your long-awaited slumber, you heard the door to your room open. You didn’t give it much thought because you knew Y/B/F sometimes had these really bad reoccurring nightmares and sometimes just needed the presence of someone else to calm her nerves after one.

The fact that you’d been living together for 5 years meant that you’d shared a bed with her many a time. You were used to it by now and you didn’t mind at all. You just shuffled over to your side of the bed and let her have some more room.

After the door closed and you heard some shuffling, you felt the covers being lifted behind you. You paid her no attention and tried to get yourself to sleep.

You felt her settle beside you and you quickly relaxed again.

However, your best friend liked to be annoying as fuck.

You feel her poke you in your side and you ignore her the first time knowing she’s just sometimes annoying seeing if your awake.

But when she does it again though you sigh, “What do you want Y/B/F?”

“She said you’d think it was her” A male voice that you knew all too well chuckled behind you.

Your eyes snapped open and you turned yourself around immediately. You were so thankful that your eyes had adjusted to the darkness so you could see that you weren’t imagining your boyfriend lying beside you.

“Alex” You just about managed to get out before your lips found his.

You literally pounced on the man, your hands had captured his face and you plastered as many kisses on his lips as you could. You’d never been a doting girlfriend, but Alex was different.

You didn’t see him all the time. He lived in a different country and you hadn’t seen him for 3 long weeks.

Alex couldn’t help but chuckle at the amount of times you kissed him. He’d missed you so much.

If you weren’t doing this now, he sure as hell would be doing the exact same thing to you.

“What are you doing here?!” You asked with a big grin on your face when you finally pulled away.

Alex chuckled hearing the excitement in your voice.

You could see he had messy hair and he looked really tired. But you would never not want to see those brown eyes looking back at you.

“Wanted to see you so I booked a flight” He smiles at you. “Y/B/F let me in… I wanted to surprise you” Alex tells you.

“You are actually the cutest person in the whole world. I swear to god”

“Only for you” He smiles, and you can’t help but grab his face again and kiss him.

Alex chuckles into the kiss and he savours every second. God he’d missed you more than he thought was possible.

He thought he’d missed you the years he’d been separated from his best friend. But the weeks away from his girlfriend had been agony after wishing you were his for so long.

So as soon as the album looked marginally complete, he booked a flight.

“How are you so cold?” Alex asks when he pulled away. His hands come up and covers your hands that cupped his face.

“Because my flat’s a fucking joke and since coming back, I can’t get warm” You tell him.

And with a grin you add, “And, you’ve not been here to warm me up”

“Well I’m here now” Alex’s grin matches yours and he pulls you by your waist to his body.  

“Come on let’s go sleep, I’m knackered” Alex says, and you nod.

You snuggle yourself into his neck and hug him towards you.

You breathe in his scent and immediately feel yourself relax.

“God, I’ve missed you so much” You say before you kiss his neck.

You feel him wrap his arms around you and stroke your hair before kissing the top of your head.

“I’ve missed you too”

~*~*~*~

You woke up the next morning probably the warmest you’d ever been in your flat. And for the briefest of moments you’d forgot why.

That was until you attempted to roll yourself around to avoid light from the window and find you can’t. A chest against your back and an arm around your waist blocks you from doing so.

That’s when you take a moment and smile, feeling so happy that you’re trapped in Alex’s arms. You rested your hand over his and softly rubbed your thumb across the back of his hand.

It wasn’t an attempt to wake him up at all. It was just something you’d got into a habit of doing when you were back in LA, trapped in his arms, and hoped it would get him to move slightly so you could get up.

However, when you felt Alex stir behind you, you knew he was waking up. You gave him a minute to come back to reality before you spoke to him.

“I half thought that I dreamt you showing up” You grin when you feel his arm tighten around you.

“Believe it sweetheart” Alex says in his gruff morning voice.

You smile when he starts kissing your neck and he says, “I’m right here”

“I’ve missed you too much” You said before you turned around in his grip.

“It was pretty painful, I won’t lie” Alex tells you and before you can stop him, he’s pressed his lips against yours.

You kiss him back but before you can become too attached to his lips, he’s moved them so they trace down your jaw and onto your neck.

Your fingers find his hair and knot themselves in it to try and assure he doesn’t stop. You’ve missed waking up to this.

You’ve missed his lips on yours. You’ve missed his lips on your skin.

You missed him a lot.

Pathetic really after only 3 weeks apart, but that didn’t mean what you felt wasn’t real.

And the way he was making you feel right now was only a part of it. Just him being near you made you relax, and last night you’d had the best night’s sleep since you got back.

As his lips found that peace of skin just above your collarbone, he focused his attention there until you were quietly whining for him. You had to keep it down here.

You knew just how thin the walls were.

You feel Alex move his hand slip under your top and find your skin and as his hand moves up your body, your top does too. You know that he knows you don’t have a bra on underneath as you never did when you went to sleep.

So, you’re not surprised when you can feel him grinning against your skin in-between kissing it.

As his hands get higher, his lips get lower until your top covers the skin that he wants to kiss. That is when he detaches himself from your skin and looks at the material he wants removing.

“I was wondering where this went” Alex smirked looking at the logo that was on the top that you wore.

The blue letters that read ‘Triumph’ above the Union Jack were now just about as faded as the flag itself. You knew it was an old top of his and you may have borrowed it from him without asking.

“Something to remember you by?” You tried to defend yourself, but it sounded more like you were asking yourself if it was a good enough excuse.

Alex chuckled at that before removing the item of clothing from you all together. You helped him out and sat up a bit, so it was easier for him to take off.  

“I’ll make you remember me a completely different way, love” Alex smirked at you before throwing the material to the floor.

You giggle before he attaches his lips to yours again and at the same time, he takes a handful of your right breast. The pleasure mixed with the tiniest hint of pain when he pinches your nipple has you moaning into his mouth and you craving him like you never had before.

Especially when his mouth finds your left breast and he starts playfully biting that one.

It felt like it had been forever.

But forever seemed like it was going to last a little longer when banging on your door started.

Alex practically jumped away from you when Y/B/F started pounding her fists against your bedroom door. You were just used to it by now though.

That was how she woke you up when you were either about to be late for work, or bored and she wanted your company. And considering the fact it was Sunday today, the latter seemed to be the reason why you were being disturbed.

When it sounded like she was about to enter the room Alex hugged you into him in an attempt to keep your decency from her, which you found awfully adorable. Bless the poor man.

She’d probably seen your boobs more times than he had.

“Up up and away you two” You hear Y/B/F shout over her banging on your bedroom door.

“Busy afternoon ahead... Get yourselves up. You can shag when you come back later before I get home” She says once she stops banging.

You can’t help but giggle at her knowing exactly what was about to happen in your room. You hug yourself into Alex some more even though you knew she wasn’t going to come in at this point.

If she was going to do that, she’d have come in initially.

“Get your sexy arse out here” You hear her shout and her begin to walk away.

But then Y/B/F realises her mistake.

She walks back to your door and shouts though it, “Shit, forgot to specify… Y/N, sexy arse, out here, now”

You can’t help but laugh loudly at that. You look at your boyfriend and see that he looks half offended despite him full well knowing she was referring to you.

“Don’t pout” You laugh, “You’ve got a sexy arse too”

Alex then gives you a look as if he didn’t believe you at all. Which was the biggest lie he could have come up with.

Back at his you were always slapping his arse when he left a room and you’d always try and squeeze it every chance you got. Even just looking at it was pleasing on the eye.

“Don’t look at me like I’m lying. We’ve chatted about your arse more than is healthy” You tell him of yours and Y/B/F’s previous conversations.

He’s about to reply again but Y/B/F interrupts.

“Alex, you’ve got a sexy arse too, but I don’t know how jealous Y/N gets about you yet so…” She trails off.

You giggle, “See”

“You gunna get jealous?” Alex grins, raising his eyebrow at you.

You shrug, “Depends how friendly you get with her…”

“But considering you won’t even let me get out of bed, I don’t think I’ve got much to worry about” You say attempting to get up but you’re not able to succeed.

Once Alex eventually lets you go, you get yourself up and dressed before heading into the bathroom to freshen yourself up. All whilst Alex was finding his toothbrush and clothes from his suitcase.

You didn’t see Y/B/F on your way to the bathroom, so you guessed she’d just nipped back to her bedroom for a minute. After telling Alex that the bathroom was free, you decided to go check on her.

You push the door to her room open and you’re greeted with the view of your best friend sat on her bed tapping away on her laptop. You see a grin come to her face, but she doesn’t look at you.

You ask, “Breakfast?”

“It’s half eleven but sure. I’ll have a bacon butty please” Y/B/F tells you and you giggle.

You don’t bother closing her bedroom door as you walk towards the kitchen. You knew she’d follow you out soon enough.

You had a decent sized flat.

One that had two bedrooms and a separate bathroom that you both shared. The kitchen and lounge was all an open plan design, that just had a small dining table that was rarely used in between both areas.

Once you’ve put the bacon under the grill, you feel hands find your hips and a kiss being placed on the back of your head. You can’t help but smile.

You turn yourself around and abandon whatever task you were doing. You lean up to quickly kiss the messy haired brunette in front of you.

You share the little kiss before you hear movement from the lounge. You separate before Y/B/F could ruin another moment between you.

“Morningggg” She grins at the both of you.

“You know, you’re just as good of a cockblock as Miles” You tell her separating yourself from Alex to check on the food.

“Ah it seems we’re meant to be then doesn’t it?” Y/B/F laughs, leaning against the small kitchen island that separates the both of you.

Alex adds, “He’s certainly excited to meet you”

“I’m very excited to meet him” She giggles.

“It’s nice to meet you properly after all the little conversations I overheard the past few years” Alex tells her.

Y/B/F smiles and nods, “Yeah it’s nice to see you with a barrier between us with me one side of it and you on stage”

“You could have come to see us with Y/N, you know?” Alex says, but you just laugh and shake your head.

“After the high of attending one of your gigs, absolutely not” You say before you stand in front of Y/B/F on the opposing side of the island.

“Yeah to be fair, I do go a little animalistic at your gigs” Y/B/F can’t even defend herself which makes you and Alex laugh.

It’s at that point though, that you feel Alex hands travel around your waist and make their way under the baggy jumper that you were wearing.

Black jeans and an oversized maroon jumper that hung off your shoulder was the way you dressed yourself today. It was pouring down with rain outside, so you thought it best to keep yourself warm.

As soon as Alex’s hands found your skin though, you let out a hiss of surprise. His hands were freezing cold.

Then again you weren’t really surprised as he was dressed in blue jeans and a short sleeved white top that didn’t look like it conserved any warmth at all.

“You’re meant to be my portable heater, why are you so cold?” You ask him when you stand so your back is against his chest.  

“That’s punny” Y/B/F smirked at you and you chuckled at her joke, before tilting your head back to look at your boyfriend.

He still had his freezing hands around your stomach as he hugged you into his chest.

Alex, not missing his song reference, looked down at you and said, “Well you can be mine now… The one time that you’re warmer than me”

“Alex” You pout and lean your head back on his shoulder.

You cover his hands with your own and attempt to move them but his grip on you is firm.

Alex chuckles down at you and places a kiss or two on your neck before he kisses your cheek. You let out a giggle too and rub his hands instead, in an attempt to warm him up a bit.

Y/B/F stands opposite the both of you and smiles looking at how happy her best friend looked in that moment. She was so happy you were finally happy.

However, she can’t help herself from saying, “You two are already sickeningly cute”

“Not the jealous type at all are you” You smirk back.

Y/B/F smiles back and shakes your head at your joke. She knows exactly what you were getting at.

“Don’t worry” She smiles, “I won’t slap you or try to attack you”

You giggle at her and lean back into Alex’s chest. You were both so sad, yet you’d been making the same shitty music jokes for years.

“Is this all you two do all day? Reference me songs?” Alex asked from behind you and you could just imagine the amused grin on his face.

You watched as your best friend pressed her lips together and tried to hide her humour from Alex. You, however, just started laughing and told him the truth, “Yeah, pretty much”

“You’re both saddos” Alex chuckled down your ear before he lent down and placed a kiss on your cheek.

“Yeah we are” You admitted, leaning back into him a bit more.

“Do I get a hug and a kiss on the cheek for being a saddo too? Or have you just got your favourite?” Your best friend attempted with a grin.

You chuckled at her attempting to shoot her shot.

At the same time that you said, “Absolutely not”, Alex said “Of course you do” which made you scoff in jest as he let go of you.

You stand there completely abandoned, watching as he walks around the island towards Y/B/F, who’s got a shit eating grin on her face. She couldn’t contain her grin when his arms around her after giving her a kiss on the cheek.

She let out a little squeak as she hugged him back and because she was enjoying herself, she started swaying herself and Alex side to side to prolong the hug. Whilst this was happening, she was grinning at you like she’d stolen him from you for good, and Alex started chuckling at her being excited and probably at your unamused face too.

You obviously weren’t bothered by it at all. It was funny to watch her, but it was more amusing to pretend that you were jealous.

You raised your eyebrows at the both of them with a hint of a smile on your lips and they both laughed at you as they released each other from the hug.

Alex then threw his arm around Y/B/F’s shoulders and they both stood there looking at you with big smiles on their faces. Alex’s obviously loving your fake jealously and Y/B/F probably just because it was the best day of her life.

The amount of times you’d both gone on about how good looking he was, would probably scare him away from the both of you. When you watched various concerts together or even just saw a picture of him on Instagram or Twitter, you would both fangirl for days.

You just had the privilege of actually being his friend. And now his girlfriend.

“I see how it is” You nod trying not to grin, but you were failing completely.

Alex grins at you and you shake your head at him.

“I’m not warming you up now” You chuckle as you fold your arms.

Alex then pouted at you as your best friend giggled at your reaction. You just ignored him and started getting your breakfast ready.  

“By the way, I have a bone to pick with you” You hear Y/B/F tell Alex.

You laugh already knowing what’s about to come.

“Why? What’ve I done?” Alex asks.

She looks up at him and says, “You didn’t let her bring home the stuff I got her. I’m sorry, like I know you told her it was incentive to go back, but I wanted to see her in it too”

Alex apologises, “I’m sorry”

“You didn’t even take any pictures and send them me” Y/B/F makes her disappointment clear.

“I’ve got pictures, if she’ll let you see” Alex

You see that he’d looking to you for confirmation before he takes his phone out and you nod.

As you start plating up the food you say, “Yeah she can see. She’s seen my nudes so I don’t think a sexy pic will do her any harm”

Alex scoffs, “You’ve not even sent me nudes”

“We have FaceTime for that, my love” You say as you plate up your own bacon butty and head to the settee.

On the way past, you tell them to help themselves and you settle yourself down before you start eating your perfectly made breakfast.

Not even a minute later though, Y/B/F comes and sits down beside you with her butty in hand, leaving Alex to sit on the sofa opposite the both of you.

You note that she’s now got Alex’s phone in her hand and you have a peak at the pictures yourself.

You’d obviously been a bit too occupied at the time to see if the pictures came out any good.

“Fucking hell I chose well, didn’t I?” Y/B/F says once she’s finished a mouthful of her food.

You lean your head down on her shoulder and nod. A smile gracing your face as you finishing eating your butty.

“I don’t even really know you, but from that alone, I fucking love you” Alex tells her, as he draws his attention away from his food and the TV for a moment.

She fans her face with her hand and you and Alex laugh when she jokingly says, “Alex Turner loves me”

You giggle at her and you see that Alex just shakes his head and pays attention to the TV again.

“Nah I’m being serious though Y/N/N, you look fucking stunning” Y/B/F tells you and you sit up a bit to kiss her cheek as a thank you.

After you grin and send your silent appreciations to each other, she says to Alex, “I hope you told her that”

“I told her a lot of things” Alex says but his gaze is fixed on the TV.

You knew he wasn’t really paying attention to either of you, so you decided to disclose some more information to your best friend.

“Before I sat on his face” You then whispered into her ear.

She burst into giggles at that and shoves your shoulder, “Lucky bitch” She says under her breath.

You both just giggle for a while as you inspect the pictures that Alex took of you in both sets she got you. It really was such a thoughtful early birthday present from her.

Once you’d both had a real good look, Y/B/F locked his phone and reached over the coffee table that rested between both settees and gave him his phone back.

“Bet they went straight in the Wank Bank right Alex?” She asks him as he takes the device from her.  

You chuckled at her smirk that was on her face and at the fact Alex definitely wasn’t expecting her to say that. Despite that, he recovered sort of well.

Alex chuckled and you could see a hint of red grace his cheeks before he looked to you and smirked a bit. He found the confidence to say, “Yeah. Just glad I don’t have to get them from her Instagram anymore”

Your jaw dropped a bit at that. You didn’t know he had any of your Instagram pictures on his phone.

Especially for that.

You’d never thought about it. Though you guessed it was just the same as if you didn’t want to use your memory of him, you could just Google his same and you had an endless stream of pictures that you could pleasure yourself looking at.

You were pretty lucky in that respect.

“Which ones?” You had to ask.

Alex said, “That doesn’t matter” before he stands himself up and announces, “I’m just going to get a towel then I’m going for a shower”

You both quite literally ignore him though, trying to think of pictures from your Instagram he would have saved on his phone. It ends up being a little manhunt for the both of you.

You both end up getting your phones out and stalking your own account.

“Definitely the one I took of you on the beach when we went to Barcelona” Y/B/F says.

You nod and show her the image on your phone. Y/B/F had taken the photo of you in a bar when you went up to Manchester. You were sat on a barstool and you’d just flicked your hair out of your face.

You were subtly posing as if you weren’t obviously having a little photoshoot. You had black jeans on and a very lacy white bodysuit.

Your boobs were pushed together nicely in the picture and you now knew that Alex really liked your boobs, so it was a fair bet to guess that he had this picture on his phone.

“Maybe the one of our night out in Manchester?” You say.

She nods and grins at you, “Yeah definitely. You look sexy as fuck”

“Oh, shush you” You giggle and you both go back to looking through your Instagram.

A minute later, Y/B/F seemed to make a break though, “Oh we’re missing the obvious one”

“Why? What?” You ask her, trying to look at her phone, but she’d turned it away from you.

She shows you her phone as she says, “The iconic ‘I’d never have stopped you getting hold of the sweet spot by the scruff of my knee socks”

“Oh definitely” You giggle.

“Yeah, I do really like that one to be fair” You both heard Alex say behind you.

You both turned to look at him as you giggled at what he said.

You see that he’s walked out of your room with just his towel around his waist and his eyes were fixed on you. Yours and Y/B/F’s, however, were fixed on his shirtless body.

And you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t like what you saw.

“I’d appreciate a live recreation of it, if I’m honest” Alex grinned at you with suggestive eyebrows.

“Maybe if you’re lucky” You shrug as if it isn’t a big deal.

Alex can see in your eyes though, that you’re very amused by his suggestion and you’ll more than likely come up with a fancy way of completing that task. Much like you putting on your little show for him when Y/B/F bought you the lingerie.

Alex winks at you before disappearing off into the bathroom.

You just knew that he would hate your shower with the whole of his heart. Compared to his, it was utter shit.

“Hope you enjoy your shower” You call after him before you turn back towards your phone.

When you do turn back though, you see that Y/B/F’s eyes are literally fixed to where Alex had just been stood. Her mouth hanging open slightly and eyes wide.

“Stop drooling at my boyfriend” You shove her shoulder and you both start laughing.

About 15 minutes later you’ve gone back into your room and you’re sat at your desk checking your work email whilst listening to Bad Blood by Bastille. You didn’t hear Alex come back into the room as your door was already open, but you heard the door close behind him.

You don’t look round as you were quickly typing out an email to one of your colleagues. However, you did feel his presence behind you a minute later.

“Okay, I understand why you loved my shower so much now” Alex says as he leans down and kisses your cheek.

You couldn’t help but laugh.

~*~*~*~

Every Sunday since you could remember was always the day you had a roast dinner. And that was no exception even now you were 29.

Since you’d moved out of your Mum and Dad’s house almost 7 years ago, your mum had insisted that you always return home for her Sunday Roast. And most of the time you never failed to do so.

Sometimes though, like the past few weeks since you’d got back home, you would have to skip on your Mum’s glorious cooking because work. Or that was the excuse you gave anyway.

But the real reason was because of how insufferable you found your sister and her fiancé.

It was needless to say you didn’t like your sister at all, and probably hadn’t since you were 15. What sibling actually did like her younger sister at that age though?

Especially when she started trying to hang around with your friends when they came around because they were “only two years older” than her, as she would say.

You disliked her then, but you loathed her now.

The same couldn’t be said for your older brother though. You absolutely adored him despite him being 5 years older than you, and you adored the little family he’d created too.

You had only seen your parents and your brother on your birthday briefly before they were all ushered out of your flat by Y/B/F because she was taking you out for the day. Which was really lovely because you hadn’t expected it at all.

However, that meant that you didn’t end up telling them any new information about what took place on your holiday or anything about Alex. They weren’t the very techy type, so you doubted they had seen anything online about the two of you.

But you couldn’t wait to tell her today.

So, you’d come to her house around two hours earlier than you usually did on Sunday’s so you could have your catch up with your Mum and your Dad away from prying ears.

You were currently stood outside of your childhood home battling the wind and rain as you waited for your Mum to answer the door. And you actually couldn’t contain your smile when you saw her though the frosted glass on the front door.

When she opens the door, you are greeted with the biggest smile.  

“Hey Mum” You grin back at her.

She beams at you and ushers you inside, “Hey honey, come in”

You do so quickly, wanting to escape the weather and take your coat off immediately and hang it over the bannister at the bottom of the stairs. Something you’d always done, whenever you entered your old house.

“How was your holiday?” She asks you as she gives you a hug.

You give her a tight squeeze as you tell her, “Yeah it was really good, thank you”

Once you separate from each other your Mum heads towards the kitchen and you follow close behind her.

“Come on, tell me everything… I wanna know everything. What did you get up to?” Y/M/N asks like a typical Mum.

Looks like story time was coming sooner rather than later.

You ended up telling her about all the days in the pool at both Alex’s and Matt’s house. You told her about going to the studio with Alex and Miles, the beach and about the party.

You told her how amazing Alex’s house and about the weather, which she of course wanted to know. You loved your Mum with the whole of your heart, you wouldn’t replace her for the world

But, bless her, she did want to know some weird details and see every single picture you’d taken whilst away.

After telling her what she wanted to know, you then decide it was probably time to tell her about your relationship status. And who’d changed it.

“So, I’ve got some news” You tell her from the dining room table that resided in the large kitchen.

You did love your childhood house, and you always felt really blessed that you had a big house to grow up in.

The kitchen units were on the edge of the room and there was no island leaving a lot of room spare, so that was when your parents decided to move the large wooden dining table into the kitchen.

You liked the practical idea of it, as whenever you were tasked with washing up as a child, you didn’t have to move plates from one room to another to wash them.

What once was your dining room had been converted into a back lounge, which you had found memories in with all your friends growing up. Yes, those memories included ones of you, Alex, Matt, and Jamie among other friends.

The real lounge area was one where you had many happy memories of various birthdays and Christmas’ though. There was a lot of space in that room, with a 3-seater and a 2-seater sofa opposing each other and two armchairs (one for your mum and one for your dad).

And of course, you still had your bedrooms each upstairs. You really did have a lovely house growing up and you’d had a lovely childhood.

“What is it?” Your Mum asks you as she continues to prepare your dinner.

“I’m sort of going out with Alex now” You tell her and watch for her reaction.

You watch as she turns to you, abandoning what she was doing and smiled.

However, your Mum felt the need to double check, “Turner?”

You giggle and nod, which causes a toothy grin to break out on her face.

“Aw hunny, I’m so happy for you” Your Mum says as she comes over to hug you.

You give her the biggest hug back. You loved how joyful that news seemed to make her. She even started rocking you from side to side in your seat as she continued to prolong the hug.

“Really?” You ask her as your arms loosen slightly from around her neck.

She lets go of you and sits on the chair just beside you, “Yes of course I am. You liked him so much when you were younger and he’s such a lovely young man”

While she says that, she takes your hands into hers and she gives them a tight squeeze. You loved how supportive she was of you.

“Awh Mum” You can’t help but grin at her.

She was just too lovely. Especially when she wanted her details.

“Tell me everything. Was it a properly holiday romance?” She cooed with a big grin on her face.

“Erm, yeah, sort of. Well you know I fancied him anyway…” You say, because it was true.

You may have hidden it pretty well from Alex at the time, but your Mum definitely knew all those years back. Your entire family did.

And you’d always been teased about it, but you were true to yourself and never denied it. You just attempted to shrug it off and take it on the chin.

You carry on telling your Mum, “But we just got closer I guess, and he asked me out and I said yes… And we just had such a great time together whilst I was over there”

You literally couldn’t get the smile off of your face as you were telling her though, which made your Mum so happy to see her daughter like that.

“Awh that’s so sweet” Your Mum tells you.

“I know” You smile but then your smile falters and your Mum notices.  

“There’s a but isn’t there” She looks at you a bit worried.

“Yeah, well no, but yeah” You sadly smile.

If you were going to tell her about the relationship, you had to be honest with her about how everything was going to happen. And about the change in living arrangements.

Your Mum looks worried when she asks, “What is it?”

You take a deep breath before you drop the bomb, “He asked me to stay with him in LA”

“Right okay, and what did you say?” She asks and didn’t even bat an eyelid.

She didn’t seem fussed. Something that you were not expecting at all.

You half thought she would beg you to stay.

“I came home didn’t I Mum?… I can’t just stay over there without even talking to you or Dad first” You tell her.

“Y/N, sweetheart…” She starts, “If he makes you happy, run for it”

You can’t help but smile when she points out, “I would follow your dad anywhere and I did, didn’t I?... I followed him to Manchester, and I followed him here too”

You can feel a lump forming in your throat and a few tears form in your eyes.

“Yeah, but I won’t see you every week Mum” You smile, but you air out your worries to her.

Yeah you may not see her all the time. But there was some comfort in knowing she was only a 20-minute drive away from you if you needed her.

“Oh hunny, we can chat on the phone. It’s just the same. You have to make yourself happy and if anyone is going to do that it was always going to be little Alex Turner”

“He’s not so little anymore mum” You chuckle as you wipe away the tear that fell down your face before you give her a hug.

She laughs too, “I don’t doubt that he isn’t”

You compose yourself before you let go of her. Savouring the comfort that a hug from your Mum brought you.

And after that, you knew you’d be fine wherever you ended up with Alex.

Whether it be in Sheffield, LA, or anywhere around the world, you knew that as long as you had him, a piece of home would always be with you.

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[nc7dr3am]

Maybe Jaemin idk I'm sorry I'm bad at choosing. Also I hope you're okay and that whatever you're angry about gets solved

i think .. i might have gone emo instead. idk if i explained it well, because lily is so grown in my head, and her emotions are hard to explain. it’s out of the blue, yes, but depression can be random, and manifest in different ways. i wanted to show the darker side of jimin’s life, because not everything is perfect. idk i think this might be disjointed- i hope you get it!!

TAGLIST (hmu to join! applies to all of my ocs in lilyverse): @aqueenieme @moonbeamsung @atinygracie

“are you fucking serious right now, jaemin?”

“i just want to help you,” he told her, desperately, from his spot on the couch in the siren dorms. hyeyoung had let him in, happy for him to come over and visit; what she didn’t know was that he had ulterior motives.

“i don’t need help,” lily protested, angrily, arms crossed and leaning on the counter of the kitchen island, adjacent to where jaemin sat. “you don’t know what you’re talking about. you have no way of knowing what is going on in my head.”

he gave her look, disbelief and irritation written on his features.

“jimin, i know you,” he began. “you’re my little sister, we’ve grown up together. you’re overworking yourself, constantly practicing, and you’re isolating yourself from everyone emotionally. you’ve only been there... physically. or intellectually.”

“that’s not true,” she countered. “i had a nice talk with jisung the other day, if you must know. we opened up, or whatever.”

“did he initiate it?”

“what?”

“did he initiate the conversation?”

lily sighed, running a hand through her hair. “yeah, but why does that matter?”

jaemin rolled his eyes. “you’ve been soft for him for years. you’re both emotional people. besides that, we’ve all noticed a difference. and don’t think i haven’t noticed you avoiding mark. and me and jeno. that’s the main problem. that’s what i’m talking about.”

“i haven’t been avoiding you,” she knew it was a lie and so did he.

“jimin,” he sounded almost helpless. “it’s the depression, isn’t it? and i know you’re stressed about whatever feelings you might have for mark-”

“don’t,” she cut him off, anger twisting her face. “i’m fine, jaemin. why can’t you just listen to me?”

“because you’re running from your emotions!”

“i wrote johnny a sappy birthday card!”

“that isn’t what i’m talking about and you know it! you’ve been pulling away in a weird way from people who care about you! you might be emotional in the sense that you can comfort people and care, but you’re being avoidant about your well-being! and you’re pulling away from jeno and i, because you know we’ll say something. you’re pulling away from mark, someone who cares about you in a way that-!”

“i said don’t,” she growled.

“he’s right, jimin,” a soft voice called, from the hall. hyeyoung.

“we’ve noticed it, too,” she told her, soothingly, walking to her side and resting a hand, gently, on her shoulder. lily didn’t look at her. “even here, at the dorms, you’ve been avoiding serious conversation.”

lily was depressed. she should have been happy, with her solo debut, the girls being introduced- finally. but she wasn’t. she was confused and scared. she was sad. and she didn’t know why. she’d been interacting with fans, answering questions, sharing excitement with them, but... to an extent, it wasn’t real, not at all.

and, yeah, she had been avoiding jeno and jaemin, as well as the girls. lily wasn’t an idiot- she knew everyone noticed and that they’d probably been talking about it. the thing is, she was acting normal- but they knew her well enough to see through the little cracks that she tried her best to seal. she knew that jaemin, jeno, or one of the girls would be the one to mention it.

and the thought of it terrified her. it never had before. she’d been good at opening up, she didn’t mind. she was emotional, and she trusted her members implicitly, knowing they’d listen and care. 

she didn’t even want to think about mark.

“i’m done talking about this,” lily whispered, the angry tint still present. she felt backed into a corner. she couldn’t handle it, no, not then.

hyeyoung’s eyes were watering. jaemin looked defeated.

lily walked to the door, slipping on the first shoes she could find, donned a mask, and walked out.

[bro-atz]

the humanity of anthropology

in which: sumin has a big fat crush on the ta in his anthropology class.

pair: undergrad student!sumin/grad student!afab!reader

word count: 6.3k

content: college!au, smut, crush to lover, experienced, bedroom sex, oral sex, safe sex, completely consensual!

author's note: 1. this is my first xikers smut and i was extremely nervous the whole time writing it 2. this was NOT SUPPOSED TO BE SO LONG IDK WHAT HAPPENED ugh my b 3. nd yes ofc imma going to start w sumin bc ya know i gotta i love my xikers main rapper my bias my cutie my handsome boy

tag list: @eyeryis apply for the permanent taglist here! university!series: sumin, minjae, junmin, hyunwoo, jinsik

Sumin tapped his foot on the ground anxiously as he waited for his class to begin. It wasn’t that he was overwhelmed by the class— he chose to major in anthropology in the first place. It was you, the teaching assistant, that made him all sorts of nervous despite only knowing of your existence for three weeks because that’s how long it had been since the semester started. You captivated Sumin from the moment you walked into the classroom that very first day with your bright smile and infectious laughter of yours. It wasn’t just Sumin who was enamored, though— it was the majority of the class.

Every single class and recitation, Sumin tried to subtly show his interest in you; he would stay after class to ask questions he already knew the answers to, and he participated in all of the discussions to show off his intellect. And he did catch your attention, but you treated him with the same friendly warmth as you treated everyone else. But it wasn’t that you didn’t like him– you simply had to remain professional for the sake of the class. After all, he was still a year from finishing his Bachelor’s degree while you were a graduate student.

As the professor droned on about the origins of homo sapiens, Sumin found his gaze drawn to you as per usual. You were paying attention to the lecture and discussing points with the other TAs while leaning against a desk, a small smile on your lips as your eyes flitted to the infatuated boy sitting mere rows away from you every so often. Sumin tried his best to tear his eyes away from you and focus on the class, but when a beam of sunlight danced through the window, highlighting the shine in your hair and the sparkle in your eyes, he simply could not. You took his breath away.

“Alright, recitations,” the professor clapped their hands. “Your TAs will meet with you to discuss your essay during this weeks recitations. Y/N, you and your recitation will stay back like usual. The rest of the class is dismissed.”

The recitation you led was right after the big lecture, which you didn’t mind at all because it meant a cleaner schedule for you. You stood in the front of the room and gestured for all of the students in your recitation to move forward in the hall, filling up the empty seats in the front rows. Sumin, not wanting to seem too eager, sat in the second row, but he made sure to have a good view of you.

“I’ll be going over your papers individually, so use the time while you wait to get started on this week’s readings— or do whatever you want, honestly,” you said with a slight laugh, knowing that most of the students in the room don’t give a shit about doing the homework. “I’ll call you up by name when it’s your turn to go over your essay, okay?”

The students in the room chorused a lame “okay” and started mingling with themselves.

“Psst, Sumin,” Sumin’s friend, Hyunwoo, whispered to him while poking his shoulder. “Hey. Hey, buddy. Hey—“

“What, Hyunwoo?” Sumin turned to face his annoying friend.

“How’d you do on the essay? I know you checked the grade once the professor put it in.”

“I got an A,” Sumin said dejectedly.

“What the hell? Why are you sad about an A?!”

“I— Uh… I just don’t want the professor to have high expectations of me?” Sumin had to lie if he wanted to keep his crush on you under wraps.

“Geez… I completely fucking failed. I’m scared Y/N is going to rip me to shreds…”

“She’s too nice to do that, and you know it.”

“Still—”

“Choi Hyunwoo?” You called, immediately making the boy flinch.

Sumin watched as Hyunwoo slinked over to you like a dog with his tail in between his legs. Sumin kept watching as you pointed out the various mistakes in the boy’s essay with the softest look on your face, sending Sumin’s heart racing at a million miles per hour. Then, the sudden realization that you were going to call on him next, assuming you were going through the students alphabetically by last name, made his heart thump hard against his chest.

The poor boy was so far in his own head that he didn’t even realize you were done discussing Hyunwoo’s essay with him. “Choi Sumin?” your voice snapped him out of his trance.

Scrambling, Sumin made his way over to you, and you couldn’t help but smile; whenever he was studying, he always looked so charismatic and studious, so seeing him approach you with the lightest blush on his face was a treat. It made you want to tease him more, see an even shyer side of him if possible.

“Hi there,” you greeted him with a gentle smile, making his face go even pinker.

“Hi,” Sumin responded quietly while avoiding eye contact.

You pushed his essay in front of him, the blush immediately disappearing from his face— when it came to homework and assignments, Sumin was very serious, and the change in his demeanor made you all the more curious.

“You did a really good job with the material, Sumin. I wonder if you should be the TA instead of me.”

“I-It’s only because you’re good at going over the material during our recitations…”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, and the beautiful sound of your chuckle made the boy’s ears turn red.

“I feel like I don’t even need to go over your essay with you… Do you even want me to?”

“Yes! Please!” Sumin immediately responded; he wasn’t going to lose the chance to spend more time with you.

“Ah, I see,” you bit back another chuckle. “Alright, well, I need to spend a little more time with the students who really bombed their essays, so why don’t we meet at the library sometime this week so we can dive deeper into the technicals of your essay?”

Sumin nodded eagerly, unable to formulate the proper words to tell you how much he would like to do that.

“What days are best for you?”

“Dude, I cannot believe you’re ditching us on a Friday fucking night to spend time with that TA,” Seeun, an underclassman friend of Sumin’s, said with a huff. “Y/N is literally just going to talk to you about class! Why would you want to study on a Friday night?!”

Sumin was in his dorm room getting ready for his library meet up with you, his friends all dressed up and ready to clubbing like they always did every Friday night.

“Oh, you should see the way he looks at her. I doubt that he’ll even be listening to her at all,” Hyunwoo nearly burst out laughing.

“Shut up. This is why I said okay to Friday night. I’d rather spend time with her than you buffoons.”

“Um, ow, but I get it,” Jinsik, the only other romantic in the group, empathized. “The heart wants what the heart wants, and right now, Sumin’s heart wants romantic love, not platonic or temporary.”

“If that’s the case, then come here,” Seeun held his arms out for Sumin. “I’ll give you some sweet lovin’, babe.”

Sumin immediately ran away from Seeun while Hyunwoo, who actually burst out laughing this time upon seeing Seeun’s cringy moves, shoved the tall boy away while saying, “Fuck outta here, you cheese-giraffe!”

“Cheese-giraffe?!”

“What do you plan on doing with her, anyway?” Jinsik asked Sumin while stepping in between the quarreling boys. “Are you thinking something PG, PG-13, or R?”

Sumin, Hyunwoo, and Seeun all looked at the boy with stone faces, wondering why he would describe life in movie ratings in the first place.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking of, but I’m just using this as an opportunity to get to know her… I’m not expecting anything,” Sumin stated simply.

“Really? You? The breaker of hearts?” Hyunwoo was taken aback.

“The guy that all the girls fawn over after me?” Seeun piled on.

“The one notorious for last minute hookups?” Jinsik added one more title.

“Is is really that hard to believe that I’m not trying to make anything happen tonight?”

“Wait, so like… You don’t even want to try to sleep with her?” Seeun asked with mild shock.

“Not even a little kiss?” Hyunwoo added.

“No hug either?”

“No, I want to take everything at her pace, hoping that I can get closer to her over time—”

His three friends groaned at his response, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t about to let his friend’s reactions bother his time with you.

He said he wasn’t going to let it bother him, but it bothered the shit out of him on his walk to the library until he saw you at the library. The library was surprisingly crowded when Sumin arrived, students scattered among the rows of bookshelves, their whispered conversations providing a soothing ambient hum. You were already there, sitting at a small table by the window, your eyes downcast as you looked over Sumin’s essay for the umpteenth time— you were still taken aback by the way he used his vocabulary to create such an eloquent essay.

“Hey,” Sumin breathed out, a smile tugging at his lips as he slid into the seat across from you.

“Hi,” you responded, your heart fluttering upon seeing him; he was wearing his standard street clothes, but you noticed that he put a little more effort into his fashion, making you wonder if he did that because he was meeting with you. You immediately shoved the thought out of your head and got down to business. “Ready to dive into your essay?”

For a second, disappointment flashed through Sumin’s eyes, but that disappointment disappeared as you praised his work, giving him a surge of pride. And gradually, your conversation shifted from the academics of anthropology to the humanity of anthropology as the two of you discussed your childhood dreams, favorite books, embarrassing moments— wherever the conversation took you.

Your heart hammered in your chest when the two of you somehow got to talking about likes and dislikes in another person. It took everything in you to keep from describing him as your ideal type, but the more you talked to him, the more you realized that his ideal type was you. You.

Sumin, on the other hand, wanted to put his foot in his mouth. He could not believe that he was running his mouth to the point where it was painfully obvious he liked you. Seeing your lack of reaction, though, made his heart fall slightly, but seeing as you were still there, he still gave it his best shot.

The library was pretty empty by the time the warning bell went off. You and Sumin both looked at the time in surprise, then at each other with wide eyes.

“Time really flew, huh? We barely talked about your paper,” you said with a sigh.

“I mean… We can always meet again next week? Talk about it then?” Sumin proposed, praying to whatever God was out there that you’d say yes.

His prayers worked.

“Next week, same time, same place?”

“Yes, please.”

“Let me get this straight— you’re ditching us again for that TA?!” Seeun asked incredulously.

The friend group had gathered in Sumin’s dorm once again. Seeun, Hyunwoo, and Jinsik were all dressed to go clubbing yet again. Sumin, on the other hand, wore what he could only describe as a date night fit. This was the third time Sumin ditched them to hang out with you Friday night.

“Yes. I’m ditching this Friday, and the Friday after that, and so on and so forth for the foreseeable future,” Sumin stated simply.

“For Y/N,” Hyunwoo said with a heavy sigh. “I get that she’s pretty, but you still haven’t even kissed or hugged yet, dude. Fuck, you haven’t even held her hand yet, and you still only meet up at the library! What makes you think she’s worth your time at this point when there’s not even a sign that she’s into you the same way?”

“Exactly! You’re not even pulling your moves on her to lock her down! If I were you, I would’ve showed her everything that first day and show her exactly what she’d be missing out on,” Seeun said.

“He doesn’t have to do any of those things to show his interest, and neither does she!” Jinsik jumped to Sumin’s defense. “They’re going to take it so fucking slow like a snail, but that doesn’t mean there’s no feelings there. Not all of us are quick to jump into flings and hook ups.”

Jinsik looked right at Seeun as he said that, the tall boy looking around in confusion. “You mean me?”

“Yes, you, you tall man-slut,” Hyunwoo answered on behalf of Jinsik.

“You’re just mad that I pull and you don’t,” Seeun scoffed. “Besides, Sumin used to be so much more worse than me before he even fell in love with Y/N—”

“Alright, get out. I’m gonna leave soon and I don’t need you drama queens pissing me off before I see Y/N,” Sumin shooed his friends out of his dorm room.

“At least try to do something with her tonight!” Hyunwoo gave his unwanted advice.

“Yeah! Pull those old Sumin moves on her!” Seeun added to the encouragement right before the door slammed in his face.

Your Friday nights with Sumin went from being in the library to hanging out in the park to going out for desserts. You had never felt so comfortable with any guy before, and even though Sumin had your heart racing, you didn’t want to run away. No, you wanted to stay right by his side and risk cardiac arrest.

What was bothering you, though, was that he hadn’t made a single move. He didn’t try to hold your hand or hug you or anything like that. Maybe he wasn’t as into you as he thought. But then, he’d say or do something that made your heart flutter— once he showed off his art skills and sketched a portrait of you that you were amazed with— so you wondered if there actually were feelings there.

One Friday night, Sumin was walking you back from a bar to your apartment, the two of you happily chatting about God knows what. When you arrived at your stoop, Sumin wished you a good night and was about to leave, but that night you had enough liquid courage in your system to ask him what was up.

“Sumin, wait,” you called, the boy immediately stopping in his tracks and returning to face you. “Listen, I enjoy spending time with you—”

Sumin’s eyes flew wide open; he didn’t even get to ask you out yet, and you were already rejecting him?

“—and I would love to keep spending time with you, but first I want to know… What are we doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“This is the sixth Friday night in a row we’ve gone out, and I know we wouldn’t spend this much time with each other if we weren’t interested in each other in the slightest… I mean you walk me home, and during class and recitations, I always catch you staring at me—“

A red blush rose to Sumin’s cheeks the second you told him that.

“—but you don’t do anything else, so I’m always confused. I need to know if you’re actually interested in me or if you see this as a friendship and nothing else and I’m just overthinking this.”

You didn’t realize how out of breath your ramble would make you until you stopped; you weren’t fighting for air, but you were breathing a little heavy at that point.

“I… I had no idea you felt that way,” Sumin said in a small voice.

He took a step towards you, and for the first time in your whatever-this-was-relationship with him, he held your hand. Maybe it was because he had never done so before, but your heart nearly tore through your chest. Sumin’s hands were soft, and they encompassed your hand way more than you were expecting.

“The thing is…” he continued. “My friends freaked me out. They were talking about… Well…”

Sumin cleared his throat and looked away awkwardly, his face and ears turning redder by the second. You squeezed his hand and brought his attention back to you.

“What were they talking about?”

“They were talking about us— no, actually just me— being intimate with you from day one. But I didn’t want you to think of me that way. I seriously like you, Y/N, and I want to be with you, but I wanted to take it at your pace and make sure that you shared the same feelings for me, which is why I maintained the tiniest bit of space between us.”

Sumin reached for your other hand so he could hold both your hands, the warmth from his hands spreading up your arms and to your cheeks.

“I wanted to get closer to you over time,” he whispered.

“You definitely did that,” you responded in the same register.

“And I definitely am interested in you and like you so goddamn much. I guess we’re both being anxious fools about this, but that can change.”

“Change to what?”

For a moment, the two of you just looked at each other, the air between you charged with feelings of want and desire. Then, wordlessly, as if in a dream, Sumin released your hands to cup your face and hold your waist, leaned forward, and brushed his lips against yours faintly, only for his lips to immediately return and press a light kiss onto your lips.

This. This is what you wanted for the past six weeks. You responded eagerly, your hands sliding up to his neck, pulling him closer to you. His arm immediately wrapped around you, bringing the two of you even closer together. The kisses the two of you shared went from short and sweet straight to deep and passionate. Sumin sucked on your lower lip so hard that you felt like your lower lip was going to be sore and swollen the next day, but you didn’t even care because at that point, you just wanted him. All of him.

The two of you were completely breathless when you ended your chain of kisses. Sumin dropped his head and hugged you, his large hands pressing into your upper and lower back. You hugged him back, your entire body flushing with warmth as you felt the muscles on his body move with every deep breath he took.

“So then,” Sumin said breathlessly while pressing his forehead to yours. “Can I…”

You leaned away from him and looked him in the eye, already anticipating his request. “Yes, let’s go.”

You didn’t realize how animalistic Sumin was until he stopped holding himself back. You were completely amazed by the amount of self control he had because he had gone from the precious, studious university student you knew from class to an impatient, insatiable potentially long-term lover. The second you entered your apartment and closed the door behind you, Sumin grabbed your waist and pulled you in for the most intense kiss. You were clinging to his shoulders as he walked you into your apartment and into your bedroom, somehow already knowing where it was.

Sumin pushed you so that you were lying on the bed, immediately pinning you down. He continued to kiss you as he brought his torso down until it pressed against yours, and you couldn’t help but let out a muffled moan when you felt him sneak his tongue into your mouth. You went from holding onto his shoulders to digging your nails into his shoulders the more sensual he got with you and the more turned on you got by his actions.

You found yourself longing for Sumin’s lips when he moved himself away from you, your eyes hazy and your head in the clouds. You were barely sane enough to watch Sumin slip his shirt off and toss it to the side. You couldn’t help but scan him up and down; meanwhile, Sumin was working on getting you out of your shirt and bra, and he did so with such speed and ease, astounding you.

“Oh, God,” Sumin breathed out. “Y/N, you’re so… Fuck.”

Sumin lacked the words to describe how infatuated he was with not only your body but you as a person— dare he say it, he loved you. All of you. He didn’t need the words, though. You felt it as soon as he cupped your breasts and massaged firmly with his strong fingers and as he trailed his lips down your neck and chest. You gasped and flung your head back when you felt him suck on your breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple.

His mouth on one of your breasts and one hand on the other, he used his free hand to move down to your waist and begin to slip your pants and panties off, but he could only do so much at the angle he was at. So, he moved away from you— a longing sigh leaving your lips— and yanked your pants and panties off you completely, earning a gasp from you.

“Sumin…” you breathed out as you felt his fingertips trace every curve on your body. “Oh, Sumin…”

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Y/N. You’re driving me insane,” Sumin whispered as he left light kisses along your waist, down your thighs, and in between your legs.

He held onto your thighs firmly as he spread your legs further apart, and he exhaled lightly on your soaking cunt, making your entire body shiver then flush with heat. He started with a light kiss on your clit, then he licked a stripe up from the bottom of your pussy to your clit. Your hands immediately found their way to his hair and pulled lightly but firmly on the roots of his hair the more he pleasured you down there, the more he ate you out.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck— Mmm-my God, S-sumin,” you moaned loudly and nearly cried. “I’m gonna— Oh! Oh, fuck!”

Sumin barely slipped a finger into your pussy when you started seeing stars. Your entire body convulsed as you came, your cries of pleasure echoing in your bedroom.

Seeing you reduced to a puddle because of his work excited Sumin. The way he needed to fuck you, to see you completely disheveled with tears running down your face, hickeys decorated your neck and chest, your lips red and swollen— he just had to do it.

As Sumin got off the bed to completely strip, you suddenly realized, “Wait! I don’t have any protection…”

With a bashful look on his face, Sumin looked at you and said in the smallest voice he could possibly muster, “…Would it be bad to say that I do?”

Your eyes instinctively went wide. You sat up and looked at him with pure curiosity as you asked, “Hmm, well… Did you grab it specifically today, or do you always carry it around with you?”

“So, uh, Hyunwoo gave it to me earlier this week as a joke, and I kinda sorta left it in my wallet…”

And lo and behold, Sumin opened his wallet to show you the singular condom he had stashed away. You couldn’t help but let out a little giggle at how nervous Sumin was all of a sudden when he was just pleasuring the hell out of you with what felt like years of experience. You reached out and pulled him in for a sweet kiss before saying “Don’t worry. I trust you, baby.”

“W-what?” Sumin stuttered.

“What?”

“What did you just say?”

“I trust you…”

“After that.”

“…Baby?”

A wave of complete and utter lust overcame him just by you calling him the most basic of nicknames. Swiftly, he fully stripped— giving you a good look at something massive and destructive— rolled the condom on, and pinned you down on the bed. His lips crashed into yours and overtook them briefly but intensely as his body pressed further and further into you, his cock rubbing along your folds and clit to tease you for a hot second. Then, quickly, without so much as a word of caution, Sumin adjusted himself and shoved his way into you.

Sumin was so big and thick that you felt like he was shredding your pussy apart just by entering you. At first, you wanted to let out a scream because you were not anticipating him to hurt so much especially considering how wet you were, but instead, you let out a loud moan and clung to him, your nails sinking into the sink on his back. You felt a tear or two slip out of your eye, prompting Sumin, who had yet to move, to kiss your tears away then kiss your lips with such soft love and care that you forgot he was about to completely annihilate you.

“Are you alright, gorgeous?” Sumin asked, his voice hushed. “We can stop if it hurts too much.”

“Just… Surprised, is all,” you breathed out, your mind swirling due to him calling you gorgeous.

“This is our first time together, Y/N, so I don’t want to be too rough—”

“Do whatever you want with me, Sumin,” you interrupted. “I’m all yours.”

You slightly regretted saying that the second Sumin hissed profanities under his breath and immediately started moving with immense force. You didn’t realize that Sumin would be so powerful until he kept thrusting into you. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he pile-drove you into oblivion. You moaned and cried his name over the wet sounds of his cock going in and out of you, and you simply just cried out when he planted wet kisses on your neck and kneaded your breast at the same time. You were so overly stimulated that you felt like you were ready to combust.

“You like that, gorgeous?” Sumin bit out in between grunts.

“Uh-huh! Oh fuck! ‘m cumming!”

With a couple more rapid thrusts, Sumin pushed deep inside you, and you felt the tip of his dick hit your cervix. The second he pulled out completely, you squirted all over your bed, your ass and thighs trembling and you cried loudly, relief sweeping your body.

“Y/N… That was so fucking hot,” Sumin said as he brought his face to yours to kiss your cheek. “It was that good, huh?”

“So good, baby… So fucking good,” you sighed happily as you reached for his face and brought his lips to yours.

The two of you shared a couple of small kisses before Sumin helped you sit up and said, “C’mere, I’ll make you feel even better.”

Next thing you knew, you were on all fours, and Sumin was kneeling behind you, his hands rubbing your ass. You suppressed a moan when you felt him press his fingers into the flesh on your ass, his grip tightening with each passing second. The moan fully escaped you, though, when he slid back into you. He slid so quickly, actually, that his waist slapped your ass much harder than he was expecting. The two of you both made the same pleasureful noise upon impact, the stars already appearing in your vision, but you did your best to hold back because you wanted to last longer this time.

“Fucking hell,” you heard Sumin swear under his breath. “Even the way your ass jiggles is fucking hot… Y/N, you’re so hot. You’re so fucking hot.”

Sumin leaned over and left hickeys on the small of your back as he continued to hit it from behind, his cock starting to rub against your G-spot once again. He was originally moving at a slow and steady pace, only to suddenly speed up and fucking you harder, making your arms buckle. You leaned on your elbows and held your ass higher in the air. Sumin inhaled sharply and let out a long groan, audibly but wordlessly expressing how much he liked this new angle.

The pleasure increased for you exponentially when Sumin moved his hands from your ass to your tits, his muscular hands massaging and squeezing your breasts, and twisting and pulling your nipples. Then, his hands moved to your back and to your ass again, his thrusts speeding up incredibly. Sumin felt himself getting close, but he was not quite there yet— there was something missing.

“Mmm, Y/N, fuck… I’m getting close,” Sumin whispered sensually.

“M-me too,” you sighed, realizing that your orgasm was quickly approaching once again.

Upon hearing that, Sumin pulled out. He moved so that he was laying on the bed and held his hands out for you to take, allowing him to assist you to straddle him. The first thing that you thought upon straddling him was that he looked so fucking hot. He had one hand behind his head, and his other was resting on your waist, and he had the most sultry look in his eye that made you want to melt immediately. The second thing you thought was that his neck and chest looked too pristine and pretty— you wanted to change that.

After positioning his dick at your entrance, you sat down slowly, a long groan leaving Sumin’s body. He flung his head back into the pillow below him, and he moved the hand that was behind his head to cover his face (more specifically his mouth to keep from using all of the profanities in the world).

“You okay, baby?” you asked him.

“Yeah, I’m— Woah.”

Sumin turned his head to look at you, but he wasn’t expecting your face to be so close to his. You had bent to down for two things: to move your ass up and down on his fat cock, and to leave pink or red marks on his bare, perfect skin. As you bounced on his cock, Sumin’s moans got increasingly louder, and you leaving love bites all over his chest definitely added to the effect.

“Yes, gorgeous, just like that,” you heard his voice drop when you moved at an angle that he liked.

His hands moved to your ass brought you down harder with great force, his waist thrusting upwards simultaneously. His sudden domination made your mind go completely blank. You moved your face into the nook of his neck and clung to him, his thrusts unwavering, the sounds of the bedsprings underneath you squeaking louder and faster.

“B-baby! F-feels so good, hnngh!” you said before suddenly gasping as his cock went so deep that it hit your cervix.

“You gonna cum?” he asked through grit teeth, his harsh thrusts speeding up.

“Mmm— wanna cum— Ah! I w-wanna cum, Sumin! I’m cumming!”

“F-fuck, me too!”

With one final thrust, the two of you came together, the sounds of your moans and groans overpowering the room. Your entire body trembled as the orgasm overtook you, and you felt Sumin’s condom fill up inside you.

You laid on Sumin’s chest, his cock still inside you as the two brought your breathing back to normal. Sumin’s arms wrapped around you and hugged you gently as he placed a kiss on your head, sighing peacefully when he felt you nuzzle your nose into his neck.

“Was it that good?” Sumin asked as he leaned his head against yours.

“So good…” you sighed out. “So fucking good.”

The two of you took another moment or so to lay comfortably together until you pushed yourself up, wanting to wash up and replace your soaking wet bedsheets. You knew that Sumin was still inside you, but you were still surprised when he pulled out because you forgot how big he was, so you tensed up.

“Fu-uck, Y/N— you— God…” Sumin hissed.

“W-what? What’s wrong?”

You looked at Sumin then saw the problem— he was hard again. His cock was red and throbbing when he removed the filled condom to throw it away.

“I’ll go take care of it,” he whispered as he stood up.

Sumin threw the condom away, but before he could fully move away from you, you grabbed his arm and pulled him back to you.

“Let me help you.”

You sat Sumin down on the edge of the bed and got off to kneel in front of him. Pushing yourself in between his thighs, you cradled his dick in your hand, your light touch sending shivers up his spine. He only trembled more when you brought your lips to the tip of his penis and kissed it before licking with the tip of your tongue, getting all of the residual cum off his cock and into your mouth.

The sensations were insane for Sumin. You were taking your sweet fucking time lapping and cleaning him up when all he wanted was to grab your head and push you down until his cock hit the back of your throat. To keep himself from doing so, though, he bit one finger to hold back his groans and clutched the bedsheets beneath him.

“You taste so good, baby,” you teased him as you looked up at him, your lips hovering around his length. “So sweet.”

It was when you finally took the entirety of him into your mouth did Sumin absolutely lose his goddamn mind. He gasped and let out a moan that nearly cracked the further down your head went.

“Oh my fucking God, Y/N!” Sumin cried when he felt you hum quietly, the vibrations from your mouth making fireworks explode in his brain. “Oh fuck— Please— I can’t— Oh wow!”

His hand moved from his mouth to your head, his fingers buried in your hair but not gripping. You reached for his other hand and laced your fingers with his as you began to move slowly— you were still getting used to his size, so you could only move so fast.

“Y/N, I don’t mean to— I just— Can I— Ah, fuck, I’m— I’m sorry,” Sumin stuttered out, remorse heavy in his voice.

You didn’t understand why he was apologizing until you felt his hand grip your hair. He pushed you down rashly, making you gag. Hollowing your cheeks, you let Sumin dictate your pace, his hold on you getting tighter with every stroke. His breaths got more shallow and higher in pitch the faster he moved you. It was when you looked up at him with tears overflowing in your eyes that did it for him. He flung his head back and groaned loudly while shoving your head all the way down, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat as he shot his load completely into your mouth.

When his hold on your head weakened, you moved back and locked eyes with him as you swallowed. You watched his face turn beet red, his hand immediately covering his mouth when he realized what he had done and what you had done in response.

“Y/N,” he whispered. “You… I… Wow.”

“I know, baby,” you said with a slight smirk.

You stood up and wiped the lingering cum in the corner of your mouth off with your thumb, then licked said thumb.

“You’re such a tease, you know that, gorgeous?” Sumin leaned back on the bed while looking you up and down.

“This is what you get for making me wait weeks, Sumin,” you replied with a small smile.

Then, you turned around and gave him a nice shot of your ass as you walked away, making him shoot off the bed and join you in the shower.

That night, after the two of you got cleaned up and changed the bedsheets, Sumin spent the night. You cuddled against his bare chest, your head laying on his arm while his other hand pushed up your shirt and held onto your waist. As you slept soundly in his arms, Sumin, with the cutest smile on his face, left a light kiss on the top of your head before resting his head against yours.

 “Sumin, you seriously suck, you know that?” Hyunwoo said with a huge frown on his face.

“What? Why?”

“You’re still not going to come clubbing with us?!” Seeun answered.

The boys met up in Sumin’s dorm again, the three dressed to go clubbing while harassing Sumin to change his clothes and go out with them. Even Jinsik was peer-pressuring him.

“Let’s go! It’s been so long since you’ve come out with us—“

“I never said no, guys. I’ll come, but can I bring my girlfriend?”

“Your what?” all three boys chorused.

Right on cue, you knocked on Sumin’s dorm door. He immediately shuffled to the door and opened it for you, greeting you with the biggest smile on his face.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hey, gorgeous.”

And when Sumin left the sweetest kiss on your lips, you heard the other boys’s jaws unhinge and drop to the ground. Looks like Sumin forgot to update his friends on you. 

[girlofmanyfandoms]

Kiss It Better

A/n: It’s like two or three days late (under the prompt of cuddles), but it has a decent word count so I’m not too upset with myself! It kinda accidentally turned into a hurt/comfort thing but that helped with ✨plot✨ So it’s okay! Also @titzweek here ya go-

Word count: 3000

Trigger warnings: mention of mild aggression (throwing plates), blood mention (nothing too graphic)

Warnings: it’s not the greatest and also i edited it at like 1 or 2am in the dark so like, maybe errors? Idk

Writing taglist: @everyonehasthoughts @imaramennoodle @bookwyrminspiration  @percabetn @an-absolute-travesty  @linhamon-roll  @a-lonely-tatertot @loverofallthingssmart @vibing-in-the-void @clearlykeefitz @callas-starkflower-stew @enbies-and-felonies

The morning mist held strong, reinforcing gravity and making it even more difficult for Tam to drag himself out of his makeshift bed by the lake. Leaning over the fogged up waters, he wrung out his bangs, combing them back into place with his hands. The water here could hardly be trusted.

“Well,” he grunted as he stood up, patting an old dying tree with a gloved hand. “It was nice seeing you, Wildwood. You take it easy, alright?”

The trees groaned in response, both from age and from the weight of all that it had undergone and seen from the hazy backgrounds of the world. Maybe that was why he cared for Wildwood. It was like him. From the shadows. Ignored until needed. Cast aside when they differ from the norm. To him, he and Wildwood were one and the same. Or at least, they used to be. In the past months, Tam had found what Wildwood could only hope to receive: love.

And as the colors of the sunrise faded into blue, Tam was comforted by that one constant he had in his life. His perfect golden boy there to bring light into his world.

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As soon as Tam walked into the Vackers’ territory, he was yanked to the side, knocking the breath from his chest. He prepared for a fight, but upon seeing a stylized sparkling fabric blinking in and out of sight, he relaxed just a bit.

“What the hell, B? I thought you were trying to attack me.”

“Quiet,” Biana scolded, finally coming into view. Her annoyed expression quickly changed to fear and dread as a shattering sound echoes across the stone walls of the extensive landscape. Biana shut her eyes and winced noticeably. “He’s been at that ever since Dad stormed off.”

“Rough day?”

“I guess you could say that.” Biana bit her lip. “Mom went after Dad after he yelled at us.”

“But the two of you are okay, right?”

“I’m alright. It’s Fitz I’m worried about,” she admitted. “I’ve been too scared to go up to him because of… well, you know.” Biana’s thumb traced over her scars absentmindedly.

Tam squeezed her shoulder comfortingly. “Hey, you did what you could. It’s not your job to stop him from doing something irrational, and you’re not expected to do something that’ll trigger you. I’ll go after him.”

“Tam, it’s fine, I’ll do it-”

“I’ll go after him, you get some rest.”

“Only if you promise to be careful,” she warned. “Use your cloak as a shield, so that you don’t get caught in the crossfire of his throws. And put your gloves back on!”

Tam slipped off his gloves and tossed them behind his back without a second thought. He dropped his cloak in a similar fashion, only going back to fold it neatly and add it to the pile. “I’ll be fine.”

“Tam, you know how he gets when he’s upset. The rage, it blinds him, it blurs anything and everything around him to the point where the only he knows is that fire of hate. He’s not going to register that it’s you approaching him.”

“I’m his boyfriend,” Tam pointed out in an exasperated manner. “I think I’ll be okay.”

“Well, you thought wrong.”

“Isn’t that a shame.”

Biana huffed, rubbing the crease between her brows. “You’re just as stubborn as he is.”

“Don’t they say that birds of a feather flock together?” Tam asked, walking backwards and opening his arms in a gesture that said That’s just how it is.

“Yeah, until the cat comes,” she shot back.

“Then let’s hope that cat doesn’t arrive.”

“You two idiots deserve each other!” she cried in one last attempt to get him to turn back.

“Thank you!” he called back, already headed towards the horizon.

Biana sank to the floor, scowling as she dragged Tam’s belongings closer to her for protection. “Dense fool,” she muttered. But Tam was already out of sight.

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Tam approached the area in a calm stroll, but as he drew nearer, the cold dread that Biana had described filled him and dragged him back, just like the familiar, addictive pull of the shadows. They gathered at his feet, shadowflux begging to be called on, but Tam was far too busy trying to calculate a way to coax his boyfriend into putting the crystal dishes down.

He was like a rampant bull, hurling plate after plate at the wall. His hands had small cuts, but overall he seemed to be unscathed despite the several hours this had clearly been going on. Tam avoided clumps of shattered pieces so as not to startle him. While his movements proved to make him a berserker, it was also an art. One slight decibel off might send him on the attacking side.

“Fitz!” Tam shouted. He didn’t even glance his way. “FITZ!” Still no response. He just kept on launching silverware as far as he could. Tam sighed. He didn’t want it to come down to this, but if Biana had waited hours just for him to show up and put an end to this, he was not going to let her down. He seized the tendrils of shadows that had been itching to be used and directed all of his focus towards the cup about to be thrown with the hope that if he used his ability instead of telekinesis, he would recognize his beloved.

Shiiiing!

Fitz immediately put his hands over his mouth in shock and guilt, rushing over to check the damage.

Tam cupped his hand, blood gushing from the wound like a river. “Guess you ran out of throwing stars, huh?” he joked halfheartedly, wincing as he applied pressure to the cut.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so dumb.” Fitz ripped off a sleeve from his shirt to wrap around the slice in his partner’s hand. He cupped Tam’s cheek, the boy gladly moving towards the physical affection. “I’m so sorry, Tammy.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t mean to do it,” he replied nonchalantly. Upon seeing the great panic spreading through Fitz’s person, he took a more gentle approach. “Hey, it’s okay. You’ve had a bad day and you just made a mistake, and I forgive you.”

“I hurt you.” Fitz’s voice cracked, and it became evident that Tam’s words had gone over his head. Fitz scooped Tam up in his arms and raced into the house.

“Relax, golden boy.” Tam rolled his eyes, but even he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the attentiveness he was being given. “It’s just a little cut, it’ll heal.”

Fitz scrambled through the drawers until he found the bandages, a Bottle of Youth, and the antibiotic ointment. From there, his panic switched to precision, first rinsing the wound, then applying the ointment, then wrapping the gauze bandage. It was a completely different side of him, one that would sacrifice the world for the ones that he loved. And despite Tam’s rough exterior, he couldn’t help but lean his head on his other hand in admiration.

Once he had finished, Fitz sat on the bar stool next to Tam’s and combed through his rosy pink locks in distress. Tam nudged his shoulder with his nose several times, earning him a side hug and a kiss to the cheek, but no words other than the repeated apologies and self-deprecating phrases.

“Babe,” Tam said helplessly. “Let’s go upstairs at least, so we can talk about this privately.”

Fitz nodded, letting him lead the way. He was so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he didn’t notice when Tam had tucked him into bed and wrapped an arm around him, burying his face in his neck.

“I’m so, so sorry,” Fitz mumbled again. Tears welled up in his eyes, and Tam used his abled hand to wipe them.

“I told you it’s forgiven,” Tam gently reminded him. “Everyone makes mistakes.”

“Not the Vackers,” he countered, sniffling. “We always have to keep up our reputation, keep on smiling and charming everyone just to go to the store. I can’t go anywhere without people expecting me to be the perfect golden boy.”

“No one is perfect. We’re all flawed and traumatized and hurt, and we make stupid decisions because of them. You’re a kid, Fitz, it’s not your job to hold your family together.”

“I guess. But Biana…” he sighed, pulling Tam closer as he facepalmed in guilt. “I shouldn’t have done that with her here. And how am I supposed to clean up the yard before Mom gets back?”

“Don’t worry about that, the gnomes are already on it,” he coaxed. “And Biana understands. You can talk to her later. For now, the golden boy needs to rest.”

“I can’t,” Fitz protested, trying to get up. Tam flipped himself over him, ending up besides Fitzroy once more. “Tam, I have to take care of you, and help the gnomes, and apologize to Biana, and-”

“And all of that can wait until tomorrow,” Tam finished for him. “Except me, of course.”

Fitz laughed, a real, rich laugh, and he could tell that it was the first time he had done that in a while. “I’m guessing you want me to stay here all day, all night?”

“Well, I do need medical and physical attention you know.”

He kissed Tam’s nose, making him blush furiously. “Well then, I guess I’ve got to cancel my plans. But seriously, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

“You could kiss it better,” Tam suggested cheekily.

Fitz said no more, gingerly taking his wrapped hand and peppering kisses around where he knew the injury to be. He trailed them up his arms and neck until he finally met his lips.

“I am really sorry, babe. That got all out of control. My father, he… he’s done some messed up things to this family, and as the proclaimed ‘Gifted Child,’ I felt responsible for stepping in. And like everything else, I ruined it.”

“You don’t realize that the good you do purposely outweighs the slip-ups you make along the way.”

“This was more than a slip-up, Tam. I became a monster, something I’ve never seen before. I was a violent beast that lost control, all because my Dad yelled at me for being a ‘disgrace to the Vackers’ for being gay. And because of that stupidity, I hurt you, and scared Biana outside of that.”

Tam’s eyes widened with shock. “Wait, you got angry because you were protecting me?”

“Well, yeah, of course. My father can drag me down all he wants, but he’s not touching the people that I love.”

“Love?”

“I-I’m sorry, I should’ve known you weren’t ready-”

“I love you too.”

“I- Wait, really?”

“Duh,” Tam chuckled, before his expression grew shadowed and weary. “Besides… we all have a dark side. I know I’d do anything for the people I care about.”

“What does yours look like?” Fitz asked. “Your dark side, I mean.”

He smiled bitterly, shadows of his past trauma flashes before his eyes in a relentless, rough grip. “You don’t want to know that part of me.”

“Babe, I want to know every side of you.”

“You’re sure about that?”

“Of course,” Fitz grinned eagerly. “I want to know everything you’re willing to share.”

“Then cuddle with me. Get to know another part of me.”

Fitzroy rested his chin on Tam’s chest and brushed his bangs away from his eyes, just as his own were dancing with glee. “Gladly.”

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Tam woke up to a loud series of sharp knocks on the bedroom door.

“Your breakfast is gonna get cold,” a feminine voice told him.

He inhaled sharply and ruffled his hair, using his tunic to rub his eyes, all in an attempt to focus on the figure leaning against the doorframe.

“C’mon, it’s past noon.”

Tam bolted upright, rushing to the bedside to pull his boots on. It could’ve been Fitz calling to him, but his mind was cloudy, warping any and all audio that reached his ears.

“I knew that would get you up,” the voice snickered. “Fitz told me to get you up in time for breakfast in bed.”

Tam chanced a glance up to see if his vision had finally cleared. Yup, definitely not Fitz. “Oh hey, B. I take it you and your brother talked?”

She nodded, arms still crossed tightly around her lilac fleece-like pullover for warmth. “Came running to me and went on his whole apology speech once you passed out. It was dorky, but it was also very… him. If that makes any sense.”

“It does.” He took a moment to inspect the tray and found a neatly folded piece of paper. A note from him. He read through it as Biana kept talking.

Good morning dearest, I just wanted to leave you this note to remind you that I love you and to apologize once again.

“When I saw him rush outside a few minutes after Mom left with an armful of tupperware, I was confused, but when he started throwing them in the yard, I was terrified for him. He’s lost control, but never like that. I felt powerless.”

“You did what you could, no one can ask you for more,” he mumbled.

“I stood to the side and waited for his boyfriend to come and stop him, and he wound up getting hurt. Real brave on my end.”

“It’s not being brave you should be aiming for, it’s doing what you need to do in order to protect the people you live for.”

I’m sorry. I know you’ll probably tell me not to apologize, but I really needed to get that out there in ink. Thank you for being there for Biana, I don’t know how I would live with myself if I had traumatized her or made her feel unsafe around me, but we talked for a bit and she helped me find better coping mechanisms, so all is forgiven. Well, as long as I give her my desserts for this month.

“I don’t think I did that yesterday. I chose the coward’s path.”

“You took the wise path, and you protected number one,” Tam corrected. “You know your brother better than anyone, and you knew the right choice was to let him blow off some steam until someone who wasn’t present when everything went down could talk him out of it. That was brave, and I think it’s quite admirable, too.”

“I guess you’re right.” She sighed, pulling her hair into a messy ponytail to give her hands something to do. “Still, I’m sorry about your hand.”

Tam waved it off. “I’ve gotten enough Vacker apologies over that. There’s no need.”

“If you say so.”

You were completely understanding last night, even while I was breaking down. You guided me through everything, and you were there for me, even when I couldn’t be there for myself. Thank you for being there. For letting me shadow you until I could be whole and healed again.

“You’re good for him,” Biana blurted out abruptly.

Tam furrowed his brows, sure he heard that wrong. “I’m what?”

“I said that you’re good for him. Fitz. I meant what I said when I told you that you two idiots deserve each other.”

“Thank you,” he breathed in shock.

“Remember the idiot part and don’t let it get to your head.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You are my healing darkness. No, not light. Darkness. Because I never understood why darkness was so demonized. Shadows are what keep you cool on a hot summer’s evening, what provides cover from the rain, and what puts you to sleep at night. The color black is as natural as the air flowing into our lungs, the blood circulating through our bodies, and the dirt under our feet. So when I think of darkness, I don’t think of fear; I think of hope. I think of you.

“You better not hurt him.”

“I won’t.”

“I’m serious, Tam. I know it sounds hypocritical considering what happened to you yesterday, but I’m just as protective of Fitz as you are of Linh. Understood?”

“Yes, Ms. Vacker.”

Biana relaxed a bit at the confirmation. “You promise to look after him?”

“I promise,” he agreed.

Y’know, when you called me golden boy, it got me thinking. Gold is the weakest metal, and for a while I thought the nickname fit me perfectly. A boy who was seen as the perfect, charming, valuable golden boy who could break in the blink of an eye. But the more I was with you, the more I thought about it. If shadows were misunderstood, maybe gold was too. And here’s the thing: gold doesn’t rust. You can break it and bend it and try all you want to ruin its life, but no matter what, you can’t make it rust. And second to you, that is the strongest thing I can imagine. So for you, I’ll stay strong. I won’t give up. I won’t rust.

“One last thing before I leave you alone.”

“Go right ahead.” Tam let himself free fall onto the mountain of pillows behind him, note still in hand.

“Don’t take advantage of him. He may be a pain in my neck, but he’s valuable,” Biana mentioned, clearly having so much more to say. “You’re… incredibly lucky to have him.”

So let’s work jointly on this. On healing. I’ll be your gold, strong when you’re weak. And you’ll be my darkness, always there for me. But we have to do this together. I’m willing to take a leap of faith if you are. All of my trust lies in you, and I hope you’ll pay me the same honor. So what do you say? Circle yes or no and meet me by Moonglade with your response. Last I remember, I still have to kiss it better.

With love,

Fitzroy

Tam picked up the pen tied to the tray and circled yes without hesitation. “I must be the luckiest man in the world.”

[chloelucia13]

Chapter 8: Trick or Treat, Freak

Pairing: none for the moment (currently Jonathan Byers x Platonic!Henderson!reader)

Prompt:  You always thought Hawkins was the most boring town of all, stuck in a vacuum void of excitement and entertainment. Well, it seems that way until the world decided to flip upside down, literally.

Chapter Summary: You hated Jonathan for dragging you along to this stupid Halloween party, but you hated him even more for ditching you so he could help the girl of his dreams. But when one friendship falls apart, another one may just come together.

Warnings: angst, fluff, language, teenage drinking, idk just the usual

Word Count: 2324

A/N: Here’s the next part! I’m so sorry it took so long to come out, I’ve been so busy with work. I hope you guys like this chapter!

Taglist: @just-my-fandom​, @nightbu-g​

Catch up

You hadn’t even realized school had ended until the last bell rang and people scrambled from their seats as fast as possible. With a sigh, you had pushed yourself out of your desk and shoved all of your things into your bag before exiting the classroom, trying to wake yourself up and be present in the moment.

The whole day, your mind was swamped with worried thoughts about the party, what you were going to dress up as, and, most importantly, how you were going to stomach seeing Jonathan dating Nancy. Those thoughts blanketed over the activities that took place that day, leaving a blank space where your memories would be.

Your mind stayed blank as you drove from the school to the drug store and the thrift store, picking up the items that you needed for your costume. Afterwards, you made your way home.

As soon as you got home, you laid down on the couch and cuddled up with Mews. Dustin had barged through the door moments later, tossing his backpack to the floor. “How was your da-” you began before he cut you off.

“Horrible!” He stomped over to the recliner and dramatically flopped down onto it, startling Mews away. “No one dressed up and Mad Max tried to kill me!”

You furrowed your brows, popping your head up slightly to look at him. “Who?”

“Mad Max? The girl who beat my score at Digdug?”

That just confused you more. “Someone beat you at Digdug?”

He groaned, rolling his eyes. “The new girl at school beat my score at Digdug and on my ride home her brother tried to hit me with his car.”

You sat silently for a moment, trying to piece together what he said. “Wait, is her brother the new douche bag that just started going to Hawkins High?”

“I don’t know! He’s just an asshole with a mullet!”

You sighed and laid your head back down against the couch. “Awesome. So no one dressed up at school then?”

“No, they did not. Try and catch up!”

You scoffed. “God, you get some front teeth and then you start acting like you own the place.”

“Hey, I earned these!” he tapped his finger against his top front teeth before scowling at you. “Are you and Jonathan still taking us trick-or-treating?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. Jonathan is trying to convince me to go to this Halloween party-”

“Wait, you’re going to a party?”

You rolled your eyes. “Why is that so surprising?”

He shrugged, letting out a hum. “No reason, you’re just... You.”

With a sigh, you sat up and grabbed your bags. “Thank you for the kind words, Dustin.”

As you walked back into your room, Dustin shouted a “You’re welcome!” in response.

***

You had just finished applying a light layer of makeup and doing your hair when Dustin knocked on the bathroom door. “Come on, we’re gonna be late!” he shouted.

You rolled your eyes and let out a huff, grabbing the top hat off the counter and rushing out. “Okay, let’s go,” you instructed, slinging your bag over your shoulder and searching for your keys.

“Who are you supposed to be?”

You pulled your keys out and turned to arch an eyebrow at Dustin. “Stevie Nicks.” He just shook his head. “The White Witch?” Again, he shook his head. “God, that’s so disappointing.” 

With a sigh, you stepped out the door and got into your car, waiting for Dustin to get into the passenger seat before driving to Mike’s house where all the boys were planning to meet. 

As soon as you pulled up in the cul-de-sac, you saw Mike and Lucas impatiently waiting for the other two boys to arrive. You parked by the sidewalk and let Dustin out, watching as he ran over to the two boys. You hopped out of the car afterwards, leaning against your door as you waited for Jonathan and Will to show up.

“What are you supposed to be, Y/N?” Mike shouted over to you.

“Stevie Nicks,” you shouted back.

“Who’s that?”

You groaned in response, throwing your head back and staring up at the sky. A moment later, you heard a car engine near the house and stop right behind you. 

“Hey Y/N!” Will shouted to you as he got out of the car, hurrying over to his friends. “Are you Stevie Nicks?”

A wide smile spread across your face and you rushed over to give him a big hug. “Don’t tell the others but you’re my favorite,” you whispered to him before pulling away and heading over to Jonathan’s car. “You guys be safe tonight!” you shouted to the group before hopping in the car.

“You look nice,” Jonathan commented as you sat down in the passenger seat and got buckled.

You smiled and turned to look at him, a small frown settling on your face when you saw his lack of costume. “I thought we were gonna go to the party?”

“We are.”

“Then why aren’t you dressed up?”

He let out a sigh. “You know I don’t like-”

“I know, I know, you don’t like having fun.”

“No, I just don’t like being the center of attention.”

You pursed your lips, restraining yourself from quipping back. “Fine. Well if we’re gonna go, let’s go.”

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As soon as you arrived, the feeling of hesitation and regret hit you instantly. Drunk teenagers were scattered along the lawn, and even more were flooding inside the house. “I don’t know, Jonathan,” you rushed out. “Maybe this was a bad idea.”

He shook his head. “Nope, we’re doing this. Come on,” he countered hesitantly, watching a guy in a toga throw up just feet from where the car was parked. 

You arched an eyebrow at him before huffing and getting out of the car. You waited for him to get out before the two of you walked side by side into the house. Your heart began to race as soon as you stepped inside, wiping your clammy palms off on the front of your dress before clutching onto the sleeve of Jonathan’s jacket. “There’s a lot of people here,” you whispered to him, only for him to respond with an uncomfortable nod. He took your hand in his as the two of you weaved through the crowd, Jonathan clearly on a mission to find Nancy.

“Nice costumes,” a girl voiced behind you, and the two of you turned your heads to see a girl dressed up in gothic attire and makeup.

“Huh?” Jonathan voiced, clearly taken aback from being spoken to.

“I said nice costumes, both of you.”

“Uh, yeah. She’s Stevie Nicks. I’m uh- I’m going as the guy who hates parties.”

She chuckled at his retort before holding her hand out. “I’m Samantha.”

“Jonathan, and this is Y/N.” You and Jonathan shook hands with her before standing there in an awkward silence. You watched him through your peripheral as he searched the crowd before his eyes landed on someone, his body immediately going stiff. Quickly, he turned his head back to Samantha. “Kiss?” You immediately furrowed your brows at him, and she flashed him a confused look. “The band,” he explained, gesturing to her outfit.

She chuckled, shaking her head. “Close, but no. Siouxsie.”

He nodded. “Right. Got it.”

Suddenly, an odd silence filled the house, and you both looked over to see Nancy with a red solo cup of punch spilled all over his top, Steve standing right next to her. She ran off and he immediately followed after her.

“Shit,” Jonathan sighed out, looking between you and Nancy for a moment before turning to Samantha. “It was really nice meeting you, but I gotta go,” he rushed out before going the same direction that Nancy and Steve went.

You let out a sigh, slouching slightly and crossing your arms over your chest. “Are you two dating?” Samantha asked.

You shook your head, pursing your lips. “No, no. We’re just... Friends.” You cast your gaze to the floor for a moment before turning on your heel and making your way through the crowd, heading out the back door and stepping out onto the back porch, which was almost completely void of any people. With a huff, you sat down on the porch steps and took off your top hat, setting it in your lap.

The buzz of people continued from inside the house, an odd muffled sound that settled deep in your bones as you stared at the line of trees at the end of the house’s backyard, the woods lying just beyond. You were trapped between the two things that scared you the most: people and the unknown.

The two things that plagued your nightmares: losing the boy you loved and getting lost in the endless abyss that was the upsidedown.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt a hand on your shoulder, turning your head to see that it was Jonathan. “Hey, would you be able to find a ride home?” he rushed out, looking panicked.

You took a moment to process what he said. “I-I guess. How come?” you stuttered out, furrowing your brows.

“Nancy is really drunk and I need to give her a ride home. Is that okay?”

You heart ached in your chest, but you pushed a smile onto your face. “Yeah, of course.”

He flashed you a quick smile before hurrying back inside, leaving you all alone. 

Your shoulders and your smile fell as soon as he left, tears starting to well in your eyes. How the fuck were you going to get home? It’s not like you could call your mom to pick you up, and you didn’t trust a single person in that house enough to give you a ride. That Samantha girl crossed your mind, but you were too scared to be a burden to ask her.

After thinking it through, you had finally decided on walking three miles home. You pushed yourself to your feet and started on your trek, abandoning your top hat on the front porch.

As you walked, every single one of your senses was on high alert. You flinched at every noise, eyes following every movement along the treeline, heart racing every time the wind rushed against your skin. All your muscles were tensed, your hands so tightly curled into fists that your nails were cutting into your palms. 

You had only gotten about 100 feet into your trek when a car slowed to a stop next to you, their window rolling down. “Y/N?” a familiar voice shouted from inside the vehicle.

“Steve?” you replied, crouching down slightly to look into the car. 

“What are you doing?”

You wrapped your arms around yourself. “Walking home.”

He gave you a confused look. “Don’t you live a few miles away?” You nodded slowly. “Do you want a ride?”

You let out a small sigh of relief, immediately reaching for his passenger door handle and opening the door and getting in. 

He waited until you were buckled in before beginning the drive. “Thank you,” you whispered, staring at your folded hands in your lap.

He just nodded in response. “Why were you walking home?”

“Jonathan had to take Nancy home.”

He let out a sigh. “So we both got dumped then.”

You furrowed your brows, shaking your head slightly. “Jonathan and I are just friends.” You sat in silence for a moment. “Did... Did you and Nancy break up?”

He shrugged. “I guess so.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, in her words. our relationship is ‘bullshit.’ That everything is ‘bullshit.’”

You winced, looking up at him and frowning. “I’m really sorry.”

He shook his head. “It’s alright. At least I didn’t get ditched and had to walk home.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but closed it when you realized that he was right. “Can... Can we go to Nancy’s? My-my car is parked at her house. That’s where Jonathan picked me up from.”

Steve nodded and glanced over at you for a moment before looking back at the road. The two of you sat in silence, staring straight ahead as he drove you to Nancy’s house.

You noticed that the light in Nancy’s room was on as Steve pulled up to the Wheeler’s house. You gulped and waited until he stopped the car behind Jonathan’s car before you got out. “Thanks, Steve. It really means a lot,” you told him as you got out, bending down once you got out to give him a smile. “I’m really sorry about you and Nancy.”

He let out a sigh. “I’ll be alright. I’m sorry about you and Jonathan,” he replied.

You just nodded, too tired to correct him. “Goodnight, Steve.” With that, you closed the door and made your way over to your car. You pulled your key out from the pocket of your dress and stuck it in the lock, but didn’t turn it. Instead, you stared up at the window right above you, Nancy’s bedroom window. 

You could see Jonathan tucking Nancy into bed with such a gentleness that you had only seen him display with his mother, his brother, and you.

A harsh sob left your body and you immediately turned the key in the lock before yanking it out and tugging your car door open. You jammed the key into the ignition before you were fully in the car, collapsing into your seat and slamming the door shut.

You wanted so badly to just drive away, but you couldn’t force yourself to look away from that damned window.

You knew that he had heard you as he jumped at the sudden noise before a look of regret settled on his features. You watched him gulp before staring out the window.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you finally forced yourself to drive away, your whole body shaking with sobs as you drove home haphazardly.

[pogueshomecoming]

secret girlfriend - kiara carrera

requested? yes:  noticed you didn’t have anything for kie and the idea just popped into my head but maybe like she meets a girl (another kook? Idk) and starts hanging out with the boys less and they get suspicious so they follow her and see her with the other girl but kie never told them she’s queer so they’re surprised but are obviously super supportive and don’t care. this is my first time ever requesting so not sure if I’m doing this right but do whatever you’d like with it :) (you did great! haha no right or wrong way to request. thank you for sending it in💕) 

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warnings: I’ve never written for a girl before nor have I been with a girl but... we’ll see how this goes. i decided to make this more from the pogues pov until the end it kind of switches cause i suck lol. FLUFF AT THE END. it’s cute in my opinion. 

word count: 2.1k

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“John B, can you drop me off first this time? I’m going to be late for my shift at the wreck.” Kiara checks her phone, pretending to look at the time.

“But we pass Pope’s place first... Why would we turn around and go back?” JJ scrunches his face in confusion, and Kie rolls her eyes, stomping her feet a little bit to get her point across. 

“Fuck off, JJ, I didn’t ask you. JB? Come on, I can’t be late again.” Kiara whines. 

“Sure, we could even come with you. Hang around out back so you can sneak us some food?” 

Panic rises in Kie as she quickly shakes her head. “My dad will be there all shift, so that won’t happen. You guys can’t hang around like that when he’s there.” 

She’s quick to defend, but none of them seem to notice. “Okay fine, but tell Mr. C that we said hi, maybe eventually he’ll like us if you keep doing that,” JJ interjects again, and Kie chuckles. 

“Yeah, maybe.” 

It’s only a few moments later that John B is pulling up to a dock. Kie jumps when she’s close enough. “Thanks. Love you guys! See ya.”

A chorus of, “Love you too” s ring out behind her as she runs away. 

“Was that weird to anyone else?” Pope asks as they pull away, turning back towards Heywards. 

“Nah. I think she mentioned the other day about someone quitting, so she’s covering shifts until they find someone else.” John B speaks without taking his eyes off of the water in front of him.

“Sweet, I’m going to apply,” JJ smirks, and Pope can’t help but shake his head. 

“You do that.” 

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“Kie just texted that she’s not coming.” John B says as he exits the chateau. The four of them were supposed to go drive around the island, get up to some real Pogue mischief. 

“What? Did she say why?” JJ sits up in the hammock, causing it to wobble, and Pope almost falls out of the other side. 

“They’re painting the new wreck sign or something like that. Guess they haven’t hired anyone yet.” JB shrugs and shoves his phone into his back pocket. 

“Well, driving around doing nothing doesn’t sound like fun when there’s no anyone there to stop us from doing dumb shit.” JJ sighs.

“Hey, I’m pretty good at that.” Pope is offended but laughs it off. 

“We could go fishing? Kie hates fishing.” John B looks at the two of them, waiting for confirmation. 

“Alright, fine. Let’s go fishing.” 

-

“So you’re telling me that there’s a whole part of the island with teenagers looking for a job, and Mr. C hasn’t hired anyone in two weeks?” Pope thinks out loud. JJ and John B are pulling a net in, but Pope is lying on his back at the from of the boat. 

“What are you talking about? And why?” JJ groans, giving one final pull to get the fish on to the deck. 

“Kie keeps telling us she’s filling in momentarily. Do you guys really think it’d be that hard to find someone to work? Mr. C could replace anyone at any time.” Pope sits up to find John B and JJ both looking at him. 

“So, what are you getting at? That Kie is lying to us?” John B asks, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly. 

“Obviously, I don’t know for sure, but it seems like it.” 

It’s silent for a few moments.

“Wait, Pope is right. She’s been dipping out early or not showing up at all, and her excuse is always the wreck. Why don’t we go see if she’s there now?” 

“Good idea.” JB drops the net in his hand and resumes his spot behind the wheel. 

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JJ and Pope are holding on to dock posts, waiting as John B goes inside to find Kie. He’s not gone for very long before they see him jogging back to the boat. 

“She’s not there. Mr. C was, though. Said he thought she was with us. I covered for her, but now we know.” John B shrugs as he steps onto the boat, pushing off with one leg. 

“Kie never lies to us. She’s gotta be macking someone she doesn’t want us to know about. Right? Any other ideas?” JJ looks to Pope and JB individually, but they both shake their heads.

“Ugh, what if it’s a kook. Surely she wouldn’t date Topper, right? Or Rafe? I guess Kelce is a possibility. In that case, she can keep sneaking around.” Pope groans and makes a gagging motion with his finger. 

“Oh my god, wait. That’s perfect, Pope. We’ve got to catch her in the act. The pogues haven’t had a Sunset Saturday to Sunday Sunrise hang out in a while. Let’s have one, invite her, and when she makes an excuse or straight up leaves, we’ll follow.” John B smiles proudly, and surprisingly, Pope and JJ praise him for his idea. 

“And if she doesn’t leave?” Pope asks. 

“We’ll do it again next weekend.” 

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Sunset Saturday to Sunday Sunrise used to be a Pogue tradition. They usually happened during the school year. It gave them all time to hang out and be with each other after long weeks of learning. As summer started creeping up, they got less and less because their time spent together got higher and higher. 

When Kiara agreed and told them she’d be there, they all got even more excited to bring the tradition back. 

The four brought out every blanket and pillow in John B’s house to make their beds on the grass outside. Pope and JJ always combined and shared. It gave them more blankets, therefore, more comfort. They were always very proud of their result. 

As the sun went down, everyone shared a high and low from the week. JJ’s was something stupid like the actual high he got from a new strain of weed he tried. John B talked about waves he’d surfed at the beginning of the week. Pope said he liked sharing a makeshift bed with JJ, and everyone laughed. Kie said her high was finally finding time to hang out with her boys. They all side-eyed each other behind her back.

Their plan was to fall asleep, which isn’t supposed to happen on a night like this. The point is to stay up and watch the sunrise, but only a few hours in, each boy was performing their best fake snore. Kiara groaned, “Seriously? Have you guys gotten so old that you can’t even stay awake all night?”

Instead of getting up like they expected her to, Kie laid down. She snuggled into her blankets and followed them in falling asleep. 

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Sunday Sunrise came soon enough, waking them all up with blinding golden light casting over the water. Each one moaned and groaned, sitting up to stretch out their backs and legs after sleeping on the ground. 

“Guess traditions change after a while.” John B laughs, and so do the others. 

“It was still fun.” Kie smiles back at him, and he nods. 

Then the four of them set up Kie’s phone on a timer and pose multiple times with the vibrant colored sky in the background. Most of them are too dark to see their faces as a result of the backlight, but no one complained. Laughter was shared, and that was all they needed. 

Until Kie picked up her phone, read a text message, and made an excuse to leave. Pope, John B, and JJ all exchanged looks as they hopped into the van to follow. 

The van is pretty easy to spot, so they had to be cautious of the distance they left between each other. Kie led them back to Figure 8, and when she passed her house, all three got more nervous. They parked the van at the edge of the neighborhood and began walking. It was 7am, no one would be awake this early on a Sunday. 

“Wait, guys, there’s her car.” Pope sticks his head out around a corner and then brings it back. 

John B leans so he can see around, JJ over him, and Pope over him. They watch as Kie gets out of her car. 

“That house was for sale a few weeks ago, do you think her parents bought it? Or some family members?” JJ contemplates.

“How do you know it was for sale?” John B asks, keeping his eyes on Kiara. She’s fixing her clothes, smoothing them out, straightening her shirt, and making small adjustments. 

“I look at listings sometimes when I’m at the hotel. Why not?” 

The front door to the house opens, revealing you. “Wait guys, shut up.”

All three of them focus on you as you smile big and welcome Kiara into your arms. 

“Bro does Kie have a sister or cousin we don’t know about? Damn.” JJ marvels at you.

Then, as you start to pull away from the hug, Kie presses her lips to yours. The boys can hear your collective giggles from here.

“Not her sister or cousin, JJ.” Pope clicks his tongue and stands up straight. 

“Damn it, I’m starting to think my type is girls who like girls.” JJ groans and also stands up straight. He’s not wrong. Recently, he’s been rejected by three girls because they weren’t straight. 

John B is still watching the two of you. Mostly because it’s cute, and JB likes seeing Kie happy. 

While John B is preoccupied, JJ and Pope had started messing around. Pushing and shoving each other playfully, whispering insults at each other as jokes. JB doesn’t know how it started, but he does know it ended with them knocking over a line of trashcans. John B straightens immediately, and the three boys freeze. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” John B pinches the bridge of his nose while he whisper yells at them. 

“What the hell was that?” They hear your voice instead of Kiara’s because Kie saw John B’s head snap out of view at the last second. 

“Let’s go see.” Kie pulls you towards the corner of the house, already pissed off at the boys. The three of them nearly jump out of their skin when she rounds the corner, pulling you by your hand. 

“It’s just my dumbass friends. What the fuck, boys?” 

“JJ is the one that pushed me into the trash can.” Pope blabs. 

“Hey! You pushed me first, I wa-”

“Dude, it doesn’t matter, you gave away our cover.” 

The three of them start bickering, and Kie looks at you with an eye roll. 

“Excuse me? Remember me? Can you tell me what you’re doing here?” Kiara waves her hand, and you can’t help but laugh behind her. 

Pope and JJ immediately look at John B, since this was his plan, after all. JB doesn’t catch on until way after he’s supposed to. “Fine, I guess I’ll tell her.”

“Basically, Pope said you’d been acting weird, and there was no way that your dad hadn’t hired someone at the wreck, which meant you were lying about where you were going. And-”

“Wow, thank you for putting the blame on me.” Pope flashes a frown. 

John B ignores him. “And we missed you. You know? You were cutting out on our plans early or not showing up, and it wasn’t as fun with you not around. So we thought you were dating one of the Kooks we hate... and that led to us following you over here.”

“And did you find what you’re looking for?” She crosses her arms over her chest. 

“Why didn’t you tell us, Kie?” John B looks up at her, a serious expression on his face. John B had always confided in Kie when he thought it was something JJ or Pope wouldn’t care about. 

“I don’t know, I didn’t know what you’d say if you knew I liked girls. Like I know you guys are always there for me bu-”

“No, not that part. Why didn’t you tell us that you found someone and you’re happy? That’s all we want for you, Kie.” John B stands up, and the other two follow him. Your heart is about to melt from the sweetness of their friendship. 

“He’s right.” Pope nods. Kiara looks at JJ last.

“Yeah, he’s right. I mean, I’ve had a crush on you since I met you, but I’m not hurt or anything.” JJ teases, shrugging his shoulders with a pouty face. “I’m kidding Kie, we’ll support you in anything you do.”

Kiara has tears in her eyes as she reaches forward to pull them into a group hug. “I love you guys.” 

She pushes them off of her gently and turns halfway, so she’s kind of facing you at the same time as them. The smile on her face is one of the biggest you’ve ever seen as she tugs on your arm to step closer.

“Oh, and this is Y/N, my secret but not so secret anymore, girlfriend.”

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[inside-of-a-fangirls-mind]

The White Wolf’s Dance; Chapter 3

Request; I needed some heat between the two and a bit of a dramatic cliff hanger. 

Words; 3,022

Warnings; Nudity, cursing I think, LOTS OF FEELS, and geralt is very hard to read. Nothing else really?

Pairing; Geralt X Elf/Reader and oh boy spiceee

Notes; I don’t know when I will have chapter 4 up. I haven’t even started writing it but hopefully it will be within a day or two. Im trying to be good and write a lot more. But in the future it might take even longer idk. Tuesday-Thursday are gonna be the days I probably can update the most cause I don’t work so bare with me guys. Im try and keep up with at least 2 chapters a week though if not more. I love yall so much!

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                       *Chapter 3; Gates Of Temptation*

When you came to, you were in the last place you expected, laying in an unfamiliar bed, half-naked and all stitched up. Your head was pounding and your body felt like you hadn’t eaten in days. How long had you been out? Your hand shot to your head but there was a bandage wrapped around your head hiding your ears.

At that moment an unfamiliar face walked in before shouting down the hall. “she’s awake.” The unfamiliar female was a gorgeous blonde and soon left the door. Geralt appeared in the doorway shortly after, arms crossed.

“S-so I guess you know my secret now..” you chuckled dryly before trying to reach for the water on the side of your bed. Geralt was across the room in a second holding the cup to your lips. You take a deep drink.

“I told you not to die on me kid.” He sighs and sits beside you on the bed.

“Well last time I checked I’ve still very much alive. Bleeding but alive.” You smirk and look over him. “Thanks though.. for uh. Carrying me down a mountain and..” your fingers lingered in the headdress on you. He gave a short nod before staring at the floor.

“I’ll be in this town until you heal. Jaskier.. uh. Wants to stay close to make sure you’re okay. Seems you’ve had quite the impact on him.” Geralt stands up and starts heading for the door.

“That why you’re in here and not him?” You smirk before lifting your hand to make a gush of breeze whip through his hair. “I see you’ve taken a bath. Any chance I can?”

“Can you do it alone?” His voice was challenging but you just smirked and let your eyes roam over him.

“I’m sure I could manage. If not I know a certain Witcher who could carry me out.” You throw him a wink before closing your eyes and relaxing back against the pillow. Geralt grunted before shutting your door.

“So.. how is she?” Jaskier asked as he rounded the corner. “doing okay?”

Geralt nodded before looking over him. “she wants a bath. Why don’t you go get it ready? I need an ale.” And with that, Geralt headed out the door and towards the local inn.

Jaskier went to open his mouth but Geralt was already gone, he walked upstairs to the bathing room and began to fill the wooden tub with water. Once it was all set up Jaskier knocked on your door with a smile. “Y/N your bath is all set up.” He hummed out.

“You can come in.” You hum as you finish putting on your robe sitting on the edge of the bed. Your hands tie the band around it as the door opens and Jaskier struts in.

You glance up at him with a smile before holding out your hand to him “Be a gentleman and help a lady up. No magick this time I promise.” You hum softly. He wastes no time and walks over taking your hand and helping you up. Your hand wraps around his shoulder and his around your waist. “As long as you don’t try and seduce me again all will be well.” He teases before slowly helping you to the bathing room. “Geralt left in a rush what did you say to him?” He questioned glancing at you.

“He questioned my ability to take a bath on my own, I told him if he was so worried he could join me. Upon that he left. I can quite well handle myself, but yet he seems to doubt my ability to bath alone.” You chuckled softly before squeezing Jaskier’s shoulder. “Guess he can’t take a joke huh?”

Jaskier chuckled as well before shaking his head “He probably isn’t used to the teasing. Most find him rather,” He thought for a moment on what word to use. “Strange..” Though what people actually said about him was very different.

“Strange indeed, but surely, the woman can’t keep their hands off of him. He maybe a little scary but he is attractive under all the blood and dirt.” You smirked at the idea of Geralt truly all cleaned up and dressed in something other than black. He would look rather gorgeous.

“Oh no,” Jaskier helped you into the room and sat you on the edge of the wooden tub. “Don’t tell me you have feelings for our dear Witcher.” He teased before laying out a few towels for her.

“Oh Gods no,” You rolled your eyes at the thought, though you might feel a little something towards Geralt. Jaskier unquestionably did not need to know that about you. “Just saying if he actually took a bath more than once a month and honestly spoke. Women would be falling at his feet. Not many men like him in this countryside.” You twisted on the edge of the tub so your feet were now in the water. Slowly pulling your robe off as you slid into the tub.

Jaskier didn’t turn around under you gave him the okay. The water hid your body under the water. Not like you would mind Jaskier seeing you naked, he just wasn’t your first choice.

“That may be true, but Geralt. He’s well,” Jaskier paused to think a moment before sitting on a stool. “He’s difficult. Doesn’t need anyone, or so he says. If he didn’t need anyone I wouldn’t have had to apply a cream to his rear end before.” He chuckled at the memory.

“Oh, I would have paid to see that.” You laughed at the thought of the mighty Witcher asking for help with something like that. You ran your hands up through your hair. “Can I get a little help?” You asked pointing at the water pitcher on the other side of the room.

“Anything for the lovely lady.” He chimed before grabbing the pitcher and filling it with her bathwater before slowly pouring it over her hair. “I wouldn’t mention this to Geralt though. He might think you were trying to seduce me again.” He teased as your hands raked through your hair, washing out the grime and dirt.

“Oh, I didn’t plan on it.” You hummed before relaxing into the warm bath. Jaskier chuckled before setting the pitcher by the tub. “I’ll be back, the kitchen has no good booze and I think we could all use a drink this evening. Think you can manage for a little while without me?” He teased before leaning on the doorway to make sure you would be okay without him.

“I think I’ll get along just fine. Hurry back though. Once the water goes cold I might need help getting out.” You throw a playful wink his way before he puts his hand to his heart pretending to swoon.

“Anything for the darling Y/N” He sighed out dramatically before chuckling softly. “What’s your favorite poison?”

“Anything strong,” You smile at him before closing your eyes to rest int he tub. “Oh and Jaskier?” You open one eye to glance up at him. “Thanks.” He grins and offers you a playful bow before shutting the door and leaving you in the room and home all alone. Though you don’t mind. You softly sing out as you wash the layers of dirt and blood from your skin. “Toss a coin to your witcher, oh valley of plenty. oh, valley of plenty. Ohhh Ohh oh oh.”

After a while, you can see the water turned a deep brown from the dirt and blood coming off of you and decide it’s fitting time to get out. “Jaskier you back yet?” You call out loudly but after no answer, you shrug it off. Surely you could get out by yourself, after all, you had gotten in alone.

Putting your hands on either side of the tub you try your best to lift yourself out, but just as you almost had it a loud tear rips out in the room and you cry out in pain. Falling back down into the tub. Your hand flies to your shoulder were you could feel blood running from the wound there. “Of course I ripped my stitches. What’s a girl gotta do to get a good doctor nowadays.” You mumbled through the tears and sighed. Surely Jaskier would be back soon, he had to be.

Just as you were about to try and get out again you heard the door open and someone walks in. “Oh! Jaskier! Up here!” You yelled, your voice rather full of pain.

You here running up the stairs before looking to the door as it opened to reveal Geralt himself. Your eyes meet his as you mentally curse the gods for doing this. Sure you talked a big game, but he had made it pretty obvious he wasn’t interested.

“Fuck.” He murmured before walking over to you, kneeling beside the tub looking over your wound. But he didn’t say another word. You did your best not to look at him, but when he was this close and you could feel his breath on your bare skin it made you shiver.

He gave you a strange look before you sunk a little in the water, “It’s cold. Been in here a while.” You mumbled before glancing at his hands on your shoulder. They were big and strong and you could only imagine the things they could do to you. You clenched your jaw trying not to think like that. You weren’t sure if it was the excitement from him being able to catch you naked or nervousness since your heart was about to pulsate out your chest.

“Your heart rate is high, you’ve already lost a lot of blood. I got to get you out and stitch you up again.” He didn’t even give you a chance to process his words before his shirt was coming off and arms dipping into your bathwater.

“Hey! Oh hey! Watch your hands!” You nearly scream out, your hands on his bare chest to stop him from getting any closer. Your heart was racing now, your eyes glued to his. Knowing if you looked at his chest you would most likely lose your mind. “In case you didn’t notice I’m naked.”

“I did.” He stated flatly before moving his face closer to yours. “So you’d show yourself to the bard but not to me to save your life?” His eyes seemed to almost twinkle with his smirk.

You looked away from him a moment thinking it over before sighing loudly. “Only Jaskier never saw me naked.” You scowled at him trying to seem like you would end his life if he dared but you knew he could feel your heart racing. “Close your eyes.” You whispered.

“Are you kidding me?” He started, shifting back a little his eyes wondering to your shoulders curious to see what the bloody water hid.

“Either you close your eyes or I shall wait for Jaskier to return. He at least is a gentleman!” You half screamed at the white-haired man. Your arms moving to cover your chest and sink a little lower into the water. His eyes on you excited you but you were not about to give in to what he wanted.

“Fine.” Was the only word he said before closing his eyes and sliding his arms under your legs and around your waist. His arms were warm despite the chilly temperature of the water. You found yourself leaning onto his chest as he grunted and lifted you out of the water. Your arms clinging around his neck your eyes tracing out his facial features. The strong curve of his jawline, the subtleness of his facial hair, the plumpness of his lips. And that only made your heart pound faster and your head gets light. He stood there just holding you for a minute, his warm embrace felt like nothing you could describe. It was almost like coming home after a lengthy journey, you inhaled his scent as a smile smeared across your lips. Even covered in sweat he never smelled bad.

“I have to open my eyes to get you to your room, you know that right?” He questioned, keeping his eyes closed for the moment being. “Unless you wish for me just to hold you naked until Jaskier comes back?” His voice had a playful tone and you almost had a heart attack. The witcher had a sense of humor?

“I.. um- oh.” You muttered to yourself before looking around. Spotting the towel Jaskier had so kindly laid out for you. “Take one step to the right and three forward then slowly set me down. Jaskier left a towel on the stool for me.” Geralt’s brow furrowed but he did as she said gently. It was different not being able to see as he tried to move around the wet floor. His footing was almost lost a time or two but he managed.

Once at the stool he slowly leaned over and set your legs down on the floor tracing up your thigh to your hip to steady you. Another shiver ran up your spine as you bit your lip to hold in a gasp. But he didn’t seem to notice. You bent over to grab the towel, accidentally pushing your backside right into him. You let out a pitiful yelp before standing up and wrapping the towel around you in a quick sloppy manner. A hot blush covering your cheeks.

His eyes opened at the yelp but thankfully you had thrown the towel on fast enough for him to catch nothing but a glimpse at your bare back. “I can see how you got Jaskier to fall in love with you, with your accidental brush-ups. Watch yourself.” his eyes narrowed at you before wrapping an arm under yours and helping you back to your room. You didn’t say a word, utterly mortified.

He sat you on the bed and grabbed a pitcher of water to pour on your wound to clean some blood away. Then grabbed a needle and thread. “This is going to hurt.” His voice was monotoned, and without waiting for a response he started to stitch up your wound again.

It took everything in you not to move, not to scream. Your hands grasping the towel around you until your knuckles turned pale, your teeth sinking into your lip and your jaw clenching so hard you were unsure if you could open it again. A blast of wind flew around the room making the sheets flail a little around you, your hair blowing almost straight up and Geralt’s all in his face.

He stopped his hands pushing you back to lay on the bed. “You need to get it together. If you can’t I will have to put you under.” He snarled his tone sounding threatening. You nod and grit your teeth together forcing your magick to control its self. Trying to take your mind off the searing pain you open your eyes and watch Geralt. His face is in pure concentration as he fixes you up. You study his face, a rush of tranquility overtaking you.

Before you know it his amber eyes are staring straight back into yours. A blush crawls back over your cheeks as you open your mouth to say something, anything. His face is dangerously close to yours and he hasn’t moved away. Maybe just maybe you had a chance. Your eyes darted to his lips before back to his with an almost neediness. His eyes soften as his other hand rested on your forearm as if he was debating to pull you closer to him.

And you would have found out if he would of but at that moment Jaskier walked in the room with three bottles of ale. “Y/N I’m back- oooh oh oh what do we have here?” His self-satisfied smirk kills whatever might have been happening. Geralt stands and walks towards Jaskier then around him to the doorway.

“See to it she’s not left alone again. She tore her stitches.” He mumbled before leaving.

You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until then, a long sigh left your lips as you let your head fall against your pillow. “So, what did I walk into miss I don’t have feelings for him?” He chimed as he walked over to look at your new stitches.

“Jaskier- I” You groaned out in annoyance before covering your face with your hands. “I don’t like him. He was fixing me up after I was stupid. That is all.” You murmured into your hands but you could feel Jaskier’s smirk.

“Oh, I’m sure that was all. And perhaps care to tell me why he was shirtless?” He teased before popping open a bottle and nudging it against your arm. “Here you need this.”

You pulled your hands away from your face to take the bottle and take a long sip. “It’s nothing leave it be. Though he did say you were very in love with me?” You smirked a little wiping your mouth on the back of your hand.

“Not with you, but with that rather visionary lady you had me spend the night within my dream.” He rolled his eyes before patting your head. “She was wonderful, you’re a little dangerous though.” That made you giggle softly before taking another swig.

“Good to know.” You hum before handing him back the bottle and sighing. “I think I need a nap now. It’s been a long morning.” You whisper, Jaskier happily takes the bottle and nods. Making his way to the door before turning around to you.

“I’ll wake you in a few hours. Geralt wanted to discuss something with all of us. Probably the coins you owe us but now I’m not so sure.” He taunted before closing your door and leaving you to wonder what. Especially after everything that happened in the bathing room.

You sighed softly and closed your eyes, you would deal with what it was when you awoke right now you needed to regain your strength so you could heal yourself faster. 

Chapter 4