#if someone would gif this i'd be eternally grateful

[entitled-fangirl]

A King in the North.

Cregan Stark x wife!reader

Summary: A misunderstanding occurs between the two, resulting in Cregan doubting his ability to keep his wife happy.

Warnings: LIGHT SMUT. Fingering, anger, yelling, talks of sex, talks of cheating, making out, talks of cockwarming, ya know- the works.

A/n: this gif is so beautiful holy shit. Also- based on an ask!!

Part 2

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"No, but in another life, I mean," She explains as she nuzzles further into his chest. 

The two sat in the Godswood and rested against the heavy bark of a tree. Cregan's cloak was wrapped around her as he tried to ignore the light scratching of the wood on his back. 

"Another life? There's no point in dreaming of one, is there? I have this life, and I am eternally grateful for it," He quietly quips, as if not to disturb the nature around them. "I'm grateful for you. I don't wish for any other life than this."

She shifts in his hold to look up at him. "But that would be spoiling the fun. I know you love me and I know you love your life. But imagine that you lived a different one- what name would you want?"

Cregan gives her a look before sighing and giving in to her whims. He drew her to him as he stared up at the sky through the canopy of branches and the occasional leaves that still remained. "I'm not sure."

"Cregan-"

"-I'm considering your question. Just let me think."

It wasn't a rude scold, more of a soft chide, an assurance that he was going through with the question. She could hear the sound of him rubbing a hand over the scruff on his face. 

"I used to be angry at my father for not naming me after his father."

It was a whispered declaration. Knowing Cregan as she did, odds are, no one else knew that about him. He never willingly threw out personal information like this, especially about his father who had died too early and left Cregan with a hole in his heart and all of the North to lead.

She reached up to lightly brush at his cheek. "Remind me his name."

Cregan hummed. "My grandfather? Benjen."

She admired Cregan from her place against his chest. 

And Cregan knew that well. He could tell from his peripheral vision that she was doing so, but he made no motion to acknowledge it. He only stared ahead at the trees and dead grass that spanned as far as the tree line would let him.

But the feeling of her light breaths against his jaw and her fingers across his cheek were almost too much to ignore. 

They had been married for a few moons now, and in that time, they had indulged themselves in the other quite well and quite often, but he still found that he could never have enough of her. 

So he dared to meet her eye.

She had a look in her eyes that he couldn't quite place. A kind that was not lustful per se, but still made his cheeks a bright red every time he saw it. 

Admiration, maybe?

Her fingers still danced across his cheek as her eyes slowly took in his face, starting with eyes and wandering down, taking extra time at his lips. "I would consider you more of a Torrhen," she admittedly so softly, he barely registered it.

A breath escaped him and his a small spark lit in his eyes. "Torrhen, you say?"

She nods, her eyes now shamelessly admiring his lips. "Yes. You could be a king, couldn't you?"

"Fu…" he trails off in a breath. His large hand grabs hers, pulling her hand down to his lips. He kisses her palm, trying not to get too caught up in the sight of her watching him do so. 

He then pulls her hand down to his chest as a way to ground the two. "Careful, sweet girl. You speak of treason so openly."

She doesn't let this go. "Few know the implications of calling you such a name."

He considers her words. "I suppose. But still." He tilts her head up to look at him. "No more talks of rulers besides our Queen. Understand me?"

"You know I only jest."

"I do. But I'd hate for such words to get to someone without understanding of your wit."

"Of course. I understand." She pushed herself up, brushing her lips against his. "Torrhen Stark."

He let out a low groan, trying to control the way his body reacted to her words. He couldn't help leaning in just enough to try to connect their lips.

She got up quickly, managing to get out of his arms due to his guard being down.

He reached out to try to grab her at the last second, but she was too quick. "Little minx."

She grinned widely, pulling the cloak around herself. "I'll see you at Winterfell."

He told himself he just didn't wish to scold her, but in all honesty, he adored the nickname. It stirred something in him.

…

A few weeks had passed since then, and winter was approaching closer by the day.

That meant Cregan had less and less time with his wife. 

It had began to wear on the poor man, the stress getting the best of him. Dark circles were always under his eyes during this time of year. 

The time away from Cregan had hurt her as well, but it showed in different ways. 

The time spent together every night was now spent apart.

He spent every night stuck at a desk with various letters and scribes around him as he began to prepare for his trek to the Wall.

She spent every night in a very different manner.

…

"My lord," A hushed voice came through the door. "My lord!"

He would usually send away whoever it was, but he hesitated this time. "Enter."

The door opened and his wife's handmaiden walked in. His full attention moved to her as he stood. She would only be here if it was something involving his wife. 

"I… Forgive me, my lord. I've not entered on hopeful circumstance."

His blood ran cold. "What do you mean?"

"It's… a personal matter of my lady. She has no knowledge of my being here."

Cregan's weight shifted from foot to foot. "Speak."

"It's the fourth night now. I thought of it as nothing at first, but the fourth night now means I owe it to you to tell you."

He was growing frustrated. "Speak," he growled.

"I believe she is bringing another man into her bed, my lord."

Cregan said nothing. He was frozen, as if the northern air had finally gotten to the burly man. "W… What?"

The handmaiden had never heard the Warden of the North sound unsure of himself. It made her feel guilty for having to be the one to tell him.

"How do you know?" His broken voice asked. 

"I've heard… noises from the chambers. If it is true, my lord, the man would have to come from the balcony, for when I am not present, a guard is at least there at the door. And I've spoken to him. He says he'd never let a soul by without telling you."

He wrung his hands nervously, a trait that was foreign to him. "Leave me with my thoughts."

She lowered her head. "I am truly sorry, my lord."

"If it happens again, you are ordered to tell me."

"Of course. G'night, Lord Stark."

The door shut and Cregan slumped in his chair, an exhaustion overtaking him like never before. 

…

A few more hours passed before he couldn't find himself able to focus on the papers anymore. 

He dropped his quill down with a huff and abandoned the table completely, moving to his shared chambers. 

His hand paused on the handle of the door as he felt the pitiful look from the guard. 

He didn't want pity. 

Cregan Stark fucking hated pity. 

He threw the door open, partly hoping to see the man who was killing him from the inside out, but he was met with his side of the bed empty and a slumbering wife on her own. 

He stepped to her side of the bed, running a hand over her hair, jealous of the warmth that radiated off of her in waves. 

He shook his head and dressed for the night, fighting with himself whether to hold her closer or keep her further away.

…

The next morning, she woke up to a loud noise, prompting her to sit up in alarm. 

"Cregan?"

The man mentioned looked up from his work. "Hmm?"

"What are you doing?"

Thick boards were now being nailed into the walls of the balcony doorway, the sun barely visible through the ones already done. 

He shrugged. "Fixing something." He looked between the boards and her eyes, trying to catch something. A slip of any kind. "Is this a bother to you?"

"Well, only to my sleep." She wanted to complain and ask him to do it later in the day, but he valued what time he did have to be in the room, and she'd never ask him to change it. 

"Oh, I imagine it will be," he muttered softly and began to loudly pound another nail in.

She didn't care enough to question more of his antics, getting up and throwing a decent enough cloak over herself and leaving the room to start her day. 

Cregan's eyes followed her, and a guilt only then began to gnaw at him. 

She gave him no reaction. Nothing. She had nothing to hide, it would seem. Still, he wouldn't take the chance. 

He wouldn't let another man come in and do the one thing meant for him. Just his. 

Wardens for the North will come and go, but no one would touch her if he had any say.

Insecurity was something the Stark had never encountered before, and it terrified him.

But before he could dwell on it for too long, he forced another nail into the board.

…

Because of his earlier shenanigan, Cregan had neglected the work he needed to truly be doing, making his night even longer than it already was.

Every second filled him with more and more dread as he waited to see if her handmaiden would appear. 

And surely enough, she did.

"My lo-"

The words couldn't be uttered, the door not fully opened before Cregan threw his chalice against the wall and stormed passed the spooked woman. 

He'd kill the very man who dared to look at his wife. 

He'd kill whoever let him pass. 

He tried not to think of how angry, above all else, he was at her. 

Because that anger was only sadness, almost to the point of tears when he considered it. 

What had he done wrong? He knew his time with her was not much during the winter, but resorting to finding pleasure from another man entirely? It made him sick. 

He didn't realize how fast he was walking until he stood outside of the chamber doors. 

The guard looked at him with a grimace. It was clear that this time, Cregan was coming in at just the right time. 

He'd have to apologize to her guard for having to listen to that for so long. 

"Ah-" then a long, breathy groan sounded from beyond the door. "Oh, g- oh, Tor-"

He threw the door open, not caring for the thud or the way he worried it may come of the old hinges. 

But he freezes up as soon as he sees what laid inside of the room. 

His pretty little wife laid across the furs of their bed in one of Cregan's tunics, the fabric puddling around her due to its size. But that's not the part that caught his attention. 

It was her middle and ring fingers that she had pushed deep inside of her, her hand covered in her juices. 

Seems she had froze as well, for her hand was completely still and her eyes were now on his in a horrified expression.

His breath caught in his throat. "W-Wife?" He asked hesitantly.

She slowly pulled her fingers out of her, and Cregan felt his pants tighten. She then sat up. The tunic covered more of her than he wanted, and what wasn't, she covered by pulling her legs up. She took in a sharp breath, "Forgive me."

She was beginning to cry. 

But Cregan was still frozen. His mind was struggling to comprehend it all.

"I-" she sniffled. "I was getting so lost without your touch. I… I should have waited. A good wife would wait. Not do it all herself. That would be selfish," she looked up at him. "Wouldn't it?"

The sight of her frightened confession and shaking body snapped him back to. He pushed himself toward the foot of the bed. "I… I don't think it is," he whispered. 

He tried to ignore her fingers as they fiddled with the strings at the top of the tunic. 

"You looked so angry."

He gritted his teeth and looked back at the door, as if he could see the event that happened only moments before. "I was."

"At me," she clarified.

"No," he chastised. But this didn't clear everything up. He forced himself to not get lost in her pitiful eyes. "Whose name was that on your lips?"

"Hmm?" She seemed lost, as if he had asked a stupid question. 

His head ticked to the side. "Don't do that. Whose name was that?"

"Yours," she said as if it was obvious. 

"Don't lie," he growled. He couldn't help it as much as he tried. His heavy steps moved him to around the bed to her side now. "Look at me."

She forced her head up, tears now streaming down her face. 

"Whose. Name. Do you moan. When I'm away?"

"Yours," she began to sob. "I only think of you!"

His anger only grew. He grabbed her jaw and leaned over her. It was an impending sight to see such a large man tower over a smaller woman in her bed. "I'll give you one more chance before I give up entirely. I'll not have a marriage built of lies."

"Cre-" she hiccuped. "Cregan, you're frightening me."

"I know, but I need the truth."

She now understood the fear in the eyes of his enemies when Cregan entered a room. 

He was a frightening sight when he wished to be.

"If you didn't like the name, you should have said so," she whispered.

It clicked in his mind. 

Fuck. 

He pulled away as if burned, and stalked to the doorway, poking his head out to the guard. "Tell me the name you've heard these last nights."

"I-I believe it was Torrhen, my lord."

"Fuck!" Cregan yelled out to no one in particular. 

He brought his head into his hands, making himself take deep breaths. 

"You're dismissed for the night."

"My lo-"

"Get. Out."

Cregan shut the door, softly the time. 

He turned to see the woman bawling on the furs of their shared bed. "I owe you more apologies than my words can describe."

She shook her head, her clean hand wiping back and forth, trying to keep the tears at bay. "Don't. I was selfish. I'm a horrid wife to you."

"I'm not angry at you," he persisted. 

She paused and looked up at him. "What then?"

"They told me you were unfaithful to me, and I panicked. And all this time you've-" He sighed. "You've only been busy with yourself."

When she said nothing, he continued. "Moaning the name of another man?" He chuckled lightly, "Another man, my arse." He looked down at her, seeing that the tears were beginning to stop. He grabbed her other hand, only still barely wet with her moisture, and he cursed at the sweet thought of what he had truly walked in on. "Do these pleasure you as well as I can?"

She shook her head. 

He nodded. "I can imagine. You should have only asked, my love."

"You're busy-"

"And you can keep me company," he teased as he sat down next to her. He nipped at her ear, "You can always rest on my cock while I work."

She let out a gasp at that, her hiccups now moving into small laughs.

"Would you do that?" He tried again. "Would you warm my cock while your king works?"

His words were beginning to have an effect on her. 

"Hmm?" He asked, trying for an answer. "Would that keep such an eager woman at bay? I need an answer from you, sweet girl."

Her mouth opened a few times, only to close again. Finally, she only nodded.

"Good. Now, if you decide to forgive me- Make yourself decent and join me, hmm? You'll find that your king may request your presence if you take too long."

He could see the light come back to her eyes. 

"I'll be waiting," he said as he kissed her temple and moved out of the room. 

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A/n: a part 2 is in order 👀

Edit: Here's part 2!!!

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[lila-lou]

✨All talk✨

Summary: Living with Ben pushes your limits. His toxic presence fuels both anger and a confusing attraction. A heated confrontation turns physical, blurring the line between desire and power, drawing you into a dangerous game you’re unsure you want to escape.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language

Word Count: 7158

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Living under the same roof as Soldier Boy was a test of patience and tolerance. His arrival at the team apartment brought with it a cloud of toxicity, his presence permeating every corner with his disdainful remarks and abrasive attitude. From the moment he walked in, it was clear he had no filter—his words dripping with contempt, especially when directed at you. His misogynistic jabs hit their mark with precision, each comment an assault on your dignity. Yet, as much as you despised his presence, you knew confronting him would only stoke the flames of his aggression. So, until now, you endured, gritting your teeth and counting the days until his fucking departure.

You entered the kitchen, trying to ignore the disdainful gaze that followed you. Ben sat at the table, crushing pills with a grim determination.

"Nice outfit", he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Didn't know we were auditioning for street corners now".

You clenched your fists, resisting the urge to lash out. "Mind your own business, Ben".

He chuckled, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. "Oh, I am. Your business is my entertainment, sweetheart".

Ignoring his taunts, you grabbed a glass from the cupboard, your movements deliberate. But his words hung heavy in the air, poisoning the atmosphere with their venom.

"Back in my time, women had some fucking espect for themselves and didn't walk around like fucking sluts".

"Times have changed, Ben".

He scoffed, a bitter smile twisting his lips. "You think anything really changed? You´re just waiting for a strong man to put you back in line".

You raised an eyebrow, incredulous at his audacity. "To put me back in line?", you scoffed, a bitter edge creeping into your voice. "I've never been in line, Ben. And I sure as hell won't start now just because you think you're some kind of authority".

Ben's laughter grated on your nerves, a harsh sound that echoed through the room. "You'll learn, sweetheart. They all do".

But you refused to back down, your resolve hardening with each passing moment. "Not this time", you muttered under your breath, a quiet vow to yourself. "Not ever".

"No wonder you're single," he mumbled. "You're a fucking pain in the ass, probably won't even shut up if there's a dick shoved down your throat".

Heat rose to your cheeks, anger boiling within you. "You're despicable, Ben", you shot back, your voice trembling with suppressed rage. "I'd rather be single for eternity than spend a minute with someone like you".

He smirked, his expression smug and self-satisfied. "Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. But we both know you'll come crawling back, begging for a taste of the real deal".

“So you’re the real deal?”, you quipped, a hint of sarcasm in your voice. “More like a sad excuse for a man”.

His smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by a flicker of annoyance. “Watch your mouth, princess”, he warned, his tone sharp.

“Or what?”, you challenged, turning to face him fully, your gaze steady despite the tension crackling between you. “You’ll throw another tantrum like a petulant child?”.

Ben’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. “You’re pushing it, sweetheart”, he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

A sinister smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you leaned in closer, your eyes locked with his. “What’s the matter, Ben? Can’t handle a woman who isn’t afraid to stand up to you?”.

The air escaped your lungs in a sharp gasp as Ben's sudden aggression caught you off guard. Before you could react, you found yourself pressed against the wall, his forearm crushing against your throat, cutting off your breath. His eyes bore into yours with a dangerous intensity, a silent warning of the power he held over you in that moment.

"Think you're tough, huh?", he growled. "Let's see how tough you really are".

You struggled against his grip, the pressure on your throat intensifying with each passing second. Despite the primal fear that should have gripped you, a different sensation coursed through your body, one that shocked and disturbed you to your core. Instead of trembling in terror, you felt a surge of heat pooling between your legs, a primal desire awakening within you.

You had to be insane, you thought, even as your body betrayed you. His closeness, the scent of his cologne mingling with the musk of his exertion, the feel of his strong arms pressing against your throat—it all ignited a fire within you that you couldn't extinguish.

Ben's grip loosened slightly, his brow furrowing in confusion. His gaze flickered down, and realization dawned in his eyes.

He raised an eyebrow, a mixture of surprise and amusement dancing in his features. "Well", he murmured, his voice a low rasp. "Seems like little miss tough has a dirty little secret".

The heat in your cheeks spread to every inch of your body, shame and arousal warring within you. You tried to speak, to offer some feeble protest, but the words caught in your throat, lost in the haze of desire that clouded your mind.

Ben's lips curled into a wicked grin, his grip on you loosening even further as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Tell me, princess", he whispered, his voice dripping with mockery. "Is this what gets you off? A little danger, a little dominance?".

You swallowed hard, unable to tear your gaze away from his piercing eyes. "Shut up", you managed to choke out, your voice barely above a whisper.

But Ben only chuckled, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Oh, I don't think I will", he taunted, his lips grazing your earlobe. "Not when you're squirming like this. It's quite the turn-on".

With Ben's body pressed against yours, every move felt calculated, every breath laden with tension. There was nowhere to escape, no way to evade his overpowering presence.

His voice, low and husky, sent a shiver down your spine. "You know", he murmured, his lips brushing against your cheek, "I bet if I were to slide my hand under that little slutty dress of yours, I'd find you fucking drenched".

You gasped at his audacity, the heat in your cheeks burning hotter than ever. "You wouldn't dare", you hissed, your voice trembling with a mixture of arousal and defiance.

But Ben only smirked, his fingers tracing lazy circles along your jawline. "Oh, sweetheart", he whispered, his breath hot against your skin, "You have no idea".

Ben's smirk widened into a knowing grin, his eyes alight with amusement. "You're all talk, aren't you?", he taunted, his voice laced with condescension. "A tough little princess with a filthy mouth, but when it comes down to it, you're nothing but a trembling mess".

You bristled at his words, your pride stung by his mocking tone. "You don't know anything about me", you retorted, your voice sharp with defiance.

But Ben leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a tantalizingly brief touch. "Oh, I think I know more than you realize", he murmured, his breath sending a shiver down your spine. "And I'm just getting started".

With a surge of adrenaline, you seized the opportunity, driving your knee upward with all the force you could muster. It connected with his crotch, and Ben's grip on you faltered as a pained grunt escaped his lips. His smirk replaced by a grimace of agony.

"You little—", he started, but his words were cut short by another wave of pain.

Breathing heavily, you pushed him away, the rush of victory coursing through your veins. "Don't underestimate me", you spat, your voice fierce with determination. "I'm not your plaything, Ben".

Ben took a deep breath, clearly struggling to keep his emotions in check. His eyes blazed with a mix of fury and something else—something almost like respect.

You took a step back, maintaining eye contact with him, and raised your middle finger in a defiant gesture.

Without waiting for a response, you turned on your heel and strode out of the apartment, your heart pounding with adrenaline. The cool evening air hit you as you stepped outside, a welcome relief from the intensity inside. You pulled out your phone and texted your friends, letting them know you were on your way for that much-needed drink.

As you walked towards the bar, a small smile played on your lips. You had stood your ground and shown Ben that you weren't someone to be trifled with.

But as you walked towards the bar, you couldn't shake the lingering sensation of arousal. Despite the confrontation, or maybe because of it, you were acutely aware of how wet you were. The throbbing heat between your legs was a stark reminder of the confusing mix of emotions Ben had stirred within you.

You tried to focus on the anticipation of seeing your friends, on the promise of laughter and drinks that awaited you. But every step you took seemed to amplify the memory of Ben's body pressed against yours, the intensity of his gaze, the rough timbre of his voice.

By the time you reached the bar, your mind was still a whirlwind of conflicting feelings. You pushed open the door, the warm, lively atmosphere inside a welcome distraction. Spotting your friends at a corner table, you took a deep breath and made your way over, determined to let the night wash away the complexities of your encounter with Ben. But as you sat down and ordered your drink, you knew it wouldn't be that easy to forget.

It was 3 in the morning by the time you stumbled back into the apartment, a pleasant buzz from the night’s drinks warming your veins. The struggle to remove your heels almost sent you toppling over, but you managed to steady yourself with a chuckle.

As you made your way to the kitchen, the soft glow of the television caught your eye. There was Ben, lounging on the couch in the living room, a brooding silhouette against the flickering screen. A part of you tensed, half-expecting him to jump up and retaliate for your earlier attack. Yet, another part of you couldn't resist the urge to provoke him just a little more.

"Still sulking over your balls?", you teased, leaning casually against the doorway, a sly smile playing on your lips.

Ben's head turned slowly, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of surprise and something else—something darker. He didn't respond immediately, just stared at you for a long moment, as if assessing the situation.

"Had a good night?", he finally asked, his voice calm but laced with an undercurrent of tension.

You shrugged, the alcohol in your system making you bolder than usual. "Better than yours, I'm guessing".

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "You think you're fucking funny, don't you?".

"Just calling it like I see it", you shot back, stepping further into the room, your pulse quickening at the intensity of his gaze.

Ben leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes never leaving yours. "You're playing a dangerous game, sweetheart", he warned, his voice soft but deadly serious.

You took a deep breath, feeling the intoxicating mix of fear and desire swirl within you once more. "Maybe I like danger", you replied, your voice barely more than a whisper, the challenge clear in your tone.

It was probably the booze that had those words slipping from your lips.

Ben raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he took in your bold stance.

He chuckled, the sound low and mocking. “You wouldn’t survive five minutes with me”, he mumbled, almost to himself, but loud enough for you to hear.

You felt a thrill of defiance surge through you, pushing you to step even closer. “Is that a challenge?”, you asked, the alcohol making your voice steadier and more daring than it would have been otherwise.

Ben’s eyes darkened, his smirk widening into a grin that sent a shiver down your spine. “Oh, sweetheart”, he murmured, standing up slowly and towering over you, “it’s a promise”.

You held your ground, refusing to back down even as your heart pounded in your chest. “Prove it”, you dared, the words escaping before you could think better of it.

The whole night, even as you tried to enjoy the company of your friends and the hum of the bar around you, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Ben’s words echoed in your mind, blending with memories of his strong arms, his intoxicating scent, and his deep, mocking voice.

You imagined what it would be like to be with him, the forbidden allure of his dominance pulling at something deep inside you. You bet he could fuck like no one else, and the thought sent a shiver of desire through you. Maybe, just maybe, you could try it once, get it out of your system, and then go back to hating him.

As you stood there, the air thick with tension, Ben could hear the rapid beat of your heart, his senses finely attuned to every subtle signal. He rose from the couch, each movement slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey.

He walked closer, the gap between you shrinking with each step, and you could see the shift in his expression as he caught the scent of your arousal. His eyes darkened, and he licked his lips, his gaze roaming over your body, taking in every detail.

“You can’t hide it”, he murmured, his voice a low rumble. “I can smell how fucking wet you are”.

Your breath hitched, the undeniable truth of his words making your pulse quicken even more. He was close enough now that you could feel the heat radiating off his body, his presence overwhelming.

“You’re practically begging for it”, he continued, his tone dripping with confidence. “All that talk, all that attitude, and here you are, fucking soaked and ready”.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you bit your lip, trying to steady yourself against the overwhelming tide of desire.

"I'll enjoy ruining you", Ben mumbled, his voice dark and filled with promise.

You tried to maintain your composure, but the moment his big palm settled around your hipbone, your resolve crumbled. His touch was electrifying, and you practically melted under his hand, your body instinctively leaning into his.

Ben's grin widened as he felt you soften against him. "That's it", he murmured, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin just above your hip. "I knew you had it in you".

Your breath came in shallow gasps, and you felt a rush of heat spread through your body. "Ben", you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of anticipation and desperation.

He leaned in, his lips grazing your ear as he whispered, "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll take good care of you".

And with that, he drew you closer, his hand sliding down to the small of your back, pressing you firmly against him. You could feel the hardness of his body, the raw power that seemed to radiate from him, and you knew there was no turning back now. This was the moment you'd been yearning for, the forbidden thrill you'd been unable to resist.

As his lips claimed yours in a searing kiss, you surrendered to the intensity of your desire, ready to see just how far this dangerous game would take you.

His kiss was a mixture of dominance and raw desire that left you breathless. Before you could fully process what was happening, Ben’s strong arms scooped you up effortlessly, lifting you as if you weighed nothing. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair as he carried you across the room.

Each step he took was deliberate, his grip on you firm yet almost tender. The world around you seemed to blur, your focus entirely on him and the anticipation that built with every second.

When he reached the couch, he paused, his gaze raking over you with a predatory hunger. Then, with a surprising gentleness, he laid you down, the soft cushions beneath you contrasting sharply with the intensity of the moment. He hovered above you, his hands bracing on either side of your head as he looked down, his breath coming in steady, controlled inhales.

“You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into”, he murmured, his voice low and velvety. His fingers traced a path down your arm, sending shivers through your body as he watched your reactions with keen interest.

You couldn’t help but arch slightly beneath him, the ache between your legs growing unbearable. “Then show me”, you challenged, your voice a breathless whisper.

Ben’s eyes darkened with desire, and he leaned down, capturing your lips in another demanding kiss. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and dip with a possessiveness that made you feel claimed, owned. His touch was both rough and tender, a perfect blend of dominance and care that left you trembling beneath him.

As his lips trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin, you felt the last remnants of your resistance crumble. Ben’s hands moved with expert precision, sliding beneath your dress and inching it upward, exposing more of your skin to the cool air and his heated gaze.

Ben sat back slightly, his eyes roaming over your body with an intensity that made you feel completely exposed and vulnerable. He didn't hide his interest as he let his gaze settle between your legs, taking in the sight without a hint of shame.

"Fucking soaked", he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "Just like I said". His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled them down your legs. The cool air hit your skin, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from your core.

Ben's eyes never left yours as he discarded your panties, his expression a mix of triumph and raw hunger. "Look at you", he murmured, his voice a dark, sensual growl. "So ready, so eager".

You felt a rush of heat flood your cheeks, but you couldn't tear your eyes away from him. The way he looked at you, the way his hands and eyes claimed every inch of you, was intoxicating.

He leaned back in, his hands sliding up your thighs, spreading them wider as he settled between them. "I'm going to fucking ruin you", he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "And you're going to love every second of it".

With that, his mouth descended, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The sensation was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You arched against him, your hands fisting in the cushions as he expertly worked you with his mouth and fingers, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

Ben's mouth worked expertly against you, his tongue tracing circles and flicks that sent jolts of pleasure through your entire body. The heat between your legs intensified with each movement, and you could feel the evidence of your arousal soaking his lips and beard.

He groaned against you, the vibrations adding another layer to your mounting pleasure. "So fucking sweet", he murmured between licks, his voice husky and thick with desire. "I can taste how much you want this".

His words only heightened your arousal, making you buck your hips toward him, craving more. Ben responded by gripping your thighs tighter, pulling you closer as his tongue delved deeper, exploring every inch of your sensitive folds. His beard brushed against your inner thighs, slick with your juices, adding a deliciously rough texture to the sensations overwhelming you.

The sounds he made, guttural and primal, mixed with the wet, slick noises of his mouth against you, creating an intoxicating symphony of lust. You couldn't hold back your moans any longer, your hands tangling in his hair as you urged him on.

Ben's fingers joined the fray, sliding into you, curling just right to hit that perfect spot inside you. Your back arched off the couch, a sharp cry escaping your lips as he found your rhythm, working in tandem with his mouth to push you closer to the edge.

"You taste so fucking good", he growled, his beard now completely soaked from your arousal. "And you're going to come for me, aren't you?".

The combination of his relentless tongue, skilled fingers, and the deep, commanding timbre of his voice drove you wild. You could feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter in your core until it was almost unbearable.

"Ben", you gasped, your voice breaking as you teetered on the edge. "I'm—".

He didn't let you finish. With a final, intense suck and a precise thrust of his fingers, he sent you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed through you, waves of pleasure radiating from your core, making you tremble and cry out his name.

Ben didn't let up, continuing to lap at you, drawing out your release until you were a quivering, breathless mess.

When he finally pulled back, his face was glistening with your juices, his eyes dark with satisfaction and a promise of more to come.

"Such a good girl", he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and lust. "But we're not done yet. Not by a long shot".

Still breathless from the intensity of your orgasm, you barely had time to recover before Ben was on you again. His wet mouth pressed against yours, the taste of your own arousal mingling with the raw hunger of his kiss. He didn’t give you a moment to hesitate, his tongue pushing roughly into your mouth, exploring and claiming you with a fervor that left you reeling.

“Taste yourself”, he growled against your lips, his voice a dark, commanding whisper. The wetness of his beard and lips brushed against your skin, a constant reminder of what he’d just done to you.

You could taste yourself on him, the intimate flavor combined with the heat of his mouth sending another wave of arousal through you. His kiss was demanding, his tongue tangling with yours in a fierce battle for dominance that he inevitably won.

The roughness of his actions only heightened your desire, making you cling to him, your hands gripping his shoulders as you kissed him back with equal fervor. His hands roamed your body, one sliding up to cup your breast, squeezing just hard enough to make you gasp into his mouth.

Grinning against your lips, Ben’s hand tightened around your breast, squeezing harder. This time the pressure was enough to make you wince, a sharp intake of breath mingling with the heat of his kiss. His grin widened, a dark satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he watched your reaction.

“That’s it”, he murmured, his voice low and husky. “I love hearing those little sounds you make”. His fingers kneaded your flesh, alternating between rough squeezes and lighter caresses, keeping you on the edge of pleasure and pain.

You moaned against his mouth. Ben’s other hand trailed down your body, his touch leaving a burning trail in its wake. He cupped your ass, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

He broke the kiss, his lips moving to your neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin there. “You’re mine tonight”, he growled, his breath hot against your ear. “Every inch of you”.

You could only nod, your body responding to his every touch, every word. His hands continued their exploration, one slipping under your dress to find the wet heat between your legs. He groaned in approval, his fingers sliding through your slick folds.

“I can’t wait to feel you around me”.

His words sent another wave of arousal crashing through you, and you arched against him, desperate for more. Ben’s fingers teased you, brushing against your clit before dipping inside once more, making you gasp.

“Ben”, you whispered, your voice trembling with need. “Please”.

His eyes met yours, dark and intense. “Please what?”, he asked, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

“Please”, you repeated. “I need you”.

His grin widened, and he leaned in to kiss you again, his fingers moving with more urgency. “You’ll get what you need, sweetheart”, he promised. "But you’re going to have to beg for it”.

You bit your lip, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race. “Please, Ben”, you said, your voice trembling. “I need you. Now”.

Ben’s mouth traced a hot path down your neck, his breath sending shivers across your skin. He grasped the neckline of your dress, pulling it down with a swift, determined motion that left your breasts exposed to his hungry gaze. Your nipples, already hardened from the intensity of his touch, stood out proudly.

“That’s not good enough”, he murmured against your skin.

Before you could respond, his mouth descended on one of your nipples, sucking hard. The sensation was electric, a mix of pleasure and pain that made you arch against him, a sharp gasp escaping your lips. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, drawing it deeper into his mouth before he bit down, sending another jolt of sensation through you.

You moaned loudly, your fingers tangling in his hair as you clung to him, the pleasure overwhelming. “Ben”, you breathed, your voice trembling with the intensity of your need.

He chuckled darkly against your skin, his mouth moving to lavish the same attention on your other nipple, sucking and biting with a roughness that left you breathless. His hands continued their exploration, one sliding up your thigh to push your dress higher, the other cupping your breast, squeezing and kneading with a possessive intensity.

“You want it so bad, don’t you?”, he murmured, his voice a low, seductive whisper. “I can feel how much you need it, but I want to hear you beg properly”.

You swallowed hard, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you tried to steady yourself. “Please, Ben”, you whispered, your voice trembling. “I need you. I need you to fuck me".

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. “Not good enough”, he said again, his voice a dark command. “Beg me like you fucking mean it”.

You could see the challenge in his eyes, the demand for complete submission. Your body ached with need, the desire to please him overwhelming. “Please, Ben”, you said, louder this time, your voice filled with desperation. “I need you inside me. Please fuck me. I can’t wait any longer”.

A satisfied grin spread across his face, and he leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. “Good girl”, he murmured against your mouth, his hands moving to unbuckle his belt. “Now let’s see how well you can take it”.

As Ben freed himself from his jeans, the sight of his impressive size made you mumble a breathless “Fuck”. The reality of the situation hit you with full force, and a mix of fear and excitement coursed through you. You pushed yourself up on your elbows, instinctively backing away slightly.

“No, no, no”, you stammered, your voice trembling. “I changed my mind. No thanks, fuck, no”.

Ben’s eyes darkened, but there was a glint of amusement in them as well. He reached out, his hand gently but firmly gripping your ankle to keep you from retreating further. “Oh, sweetheart”, he murmured, his voice low and velvety, “you can’t back out now. Not after all that begging”.

He moved closer, his grip on your ankle tightening slightly as he leaned over you, his presence overwhelming. “I promise”, he whispered. “I’ll take good care of you”.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, the mixture of fear and desire making your heart race. Despite your hesitation, there was a part of you that craved the intensity of what was about to happen. His hand slid up your leg, his touch both reassuring and commanding, as he positioned himself between your thighs once more.

“Trust me”, he said, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made it hard to look away. “You’ll fucking love it”.

Before you could protest further, Ben’s lips captured yours in a searing kiss, his hand moving to hold your hip in place. His other hand guided himself to your entrance, and with a slow, deliberate push, he began to enter you.

As Ben pushed inside you, a sharp cry of pain escaped your lips, only to be muffled by his kiss. The stretch was intense, every inch of him filling you beyond what you thought possible. You clung to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you tried to adjust to the overwhelming sensation.

“Fuck”, he groaned into your mouth, his voice thick with arousal. The tightness of your body around him seemed to drive him wild, his grip on your hip tightening as he held you steady.

Ben didn’t give you time to adjust. Instead, he thrust deeper, making you gasp against his lips. The intensity was almost too much to bear.

“All that teasing”, he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “All those smart remarks and your big mouth. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”.

You whimpered, the mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelming. Ben’s grip on your hip tightened more, his pace unrelenting as he pushed even deeper, driving the breath from your lungs.

“You’ve been begging for this”, he continued, his tone dripping with dark amusement. “Now you’re going to take it”.

With that, Ben pushed forward hard, bottoming out inside you, and the intense sensation took your breath away. You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders with such force that you could feel the skin break beneath your fingers. He groaned in response, the mixture of pain and pleasure driving him further.

“That’s it”, he growled, his voice a rough whisper against your ear. “Feel that? Every inch of me inside you. This is what you wanted all along”.

You could only whimper in response, the overwhelming sensation rendering you speechless.

Ben’s eyes bore into yours, a feral satisfaction gleaming in them as he reveled in how you felt around him. He didn’t give you a moment to catch your breath. Without hesitation, he pulled out until just the tip of him remained inside you, then slammed back in deep and hard, making you jolt back on the couch.

The force of his thrusts sent shockwaves through your body, each one driving you further into a state of overwhelming pleasure. Your cries filled the room, a mix of pain and ecstasy, as Ben maintained his relentless rhythm. His hands gripped your hips with bruising force, holding you in place as he took you with a raw intensity.

“You feel so fucking good”, he groaned, his voice thick with lust. “Tight and perfect around me”.

Your nails raked down his back, leaving trails of red as you clung to him, your body arching to meet his every thrust. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, your mind a haze of sensation and need.

Ben’s pace quickened, his movements becoming more urgent as he pushed both of you closer to the edge. “You like this, don’t you?”, he growled, his breath hot against your ear. “You love being fucked like this”.

“Yes”, you gasped, your voice trembling with the intensity of it all. “I love it”.

He growled in approval, his thrusts growing even harder, deeper, driving you both toward an inevitable climax.

The rhythm of his thrusts became a wild dance of dominance and submission, a fierce and primal connection that left you breathless.

“So fucking tight, so perfect. I could fuck you forever”, he groaned

The words sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, every nerve ending alive with sensation. You clung to him, your nails digging into his back as you tried to hold on, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. Each thrust sent ripples of ecstasy radiating from your core, mingling pain and pleasure in a way that left you trembling.

“Ben”, you gasped, your voice breaking with the intensity of it all. “I’m so close. Please, don’t stop”.

“I won’t”, he promised, his breath hot against your ear as he drove deeper, each thrust more powerful than the last. “Come for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you”.

The intensity of his words and the relentless pace pushed you over the edge.

“That’s it”, he growled, his voice filled with satisfaction as he felt you tighten around him. “That’s my girl. Come for me”.

Your body convulsed, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing through you as you cried out his name. The world dissolved into a haze of white-hot ecstasy, every muscle tightening around him as you reached the peak of your climax.

The sound of his voice, the feel of his body driving into yours, sent you spiraling higher. The waves of your orgasm seemed endless, each one more intense than the last, until you were left trembling and breathless beneath him.

But Ben didn’t intend to stop. Even as the waves of your orgasm began to subside, he sat back, pulling himself out of you with a low groan. His hands gripped your hips, and he looked at you with an intense, commanding gaze.

“Get on top”, he ordered, his voice rough with desire. “I’m not done with you yet”.

Your legs were trembling from the intensity of your climax, but the need in his eyes spurred you into action. You moved to straddle him, your heart pounding in anticipation. But as you hovered above him, you hesitated, a flicker of fear crossing your mind. The intensity of the new angle was daunting, and you could already feel the promise of how deeply he would fill you.

Ben’s hands tightened on your hips, his eyes darkening as he sensed your hesitation. “I know you can handle it”.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly lowered yourself onto him, feeling the stretch as he filled you once more. The sensation was overwhelming, even more intense than before. As you paused to catch your breath, your legs trembling, Ben’s hands gripped your hips firmly.

“All the way princess”, he urged, his voice a mix of command and encouragement. “There’s still a few inches left".

You were already breathing heavily, the fullness almost too much to bear, but his words spurred you on. With a determined breath, you slowly sank down further, inch by inch, until you were seated completely, taking him all the way in. The depth was incredible, pushing you to your limits, and you couldn’t help but let out a shaky moan as you adjusted to the intense sensation.

“That’s it”, he groaned, his eyes locked onto yours with a look of raw desire. “You feel so fucking amazing”.

His praise sent a shiver down your spine, and you began to move, slowly at first, lifting yourself slightly before sliding back down. The friction was exquisite, every movement sending ripples of pleasure through your body. Ben’s hands guided your hips, helping you find a rhythm that made you both gasp with pleasure.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this”, he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “Riding me, taking me so deep”.

You bit your lip, the words making your heart race even faster. The intensity of the new angle, combined with the raw desire in his eyes, drove you wild. Your pace quickened, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge.

“Ben”, you gasped, your voice trembling with the overwhelming sensation. “It’s so much… I can’t…”.

“You can”, he growled, his hands tightening on your hips, urging you to move faster.

The command in his voice sent a surge of arousal through you, and you moved with renewed urgency, your hips grinding against him as you rode him harder. The pleasure built to an unbearable peak, and you could feel yourself teetering on the brink of release.

“That’s it”, he groaned, his eyes never leaving yours. “Come for me”.

With a final, powerful thrust, the pleasure exploded within you, a wave of ecstasy that left you trembling and crying out his name.

About an hour later, the room was filled with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, punctuated by your ragged breaths and Ben’s deep, guttural groans. Your face was shoved into the couch, your ass raised high by his strong hands as he pounded into you from behind. The relentless rhythm had turned you into a moaning mess, unable to form coherent words.

Sweat slicked both your bodies, your hair sticking to your face and neck as you gasped for breath. Every thrust sent shockwaves of sensation through your sore, overstimulated body. Your hips ached from the bruising grip of his hands, and your pussy throbbed with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Please, Ben”, you finally managed to gasp, your voice trembling with exhaustion and desperation. “Please, finish. I can’t take any more”.

He growled in response, his pace never faltering as he drove into you with relentless intensity. “Not until I decide”, he replied, his voice rough and commanding. “You’re going to take everything I give you”.

You whimpered, the sheer force of his thrusts making it hard to catch your breath. Despite the exhaustion, a part of you still craved more, the primal desire to be taken completely overriding your fatigue.

Your moans grew louder, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge once again, despite your exhaustion. The pleasure and pain intertwined, creating an intoxicating mix that left you trembling.

Ben’s breathing grew heavier, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his own climax. “Hold on a little longer”, his voice strained with the effort of holding back

You nodded weakly, your body barely able to keep up with the intensity.

With a final, powerful thrust, Ben drove deep into you, his grip bruising as he found his release. You felt the warmth of his climax fill you, his body shuddering against yours.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, the only sounds the ragged breaths of both of you as you came down from the high.

Slowly, Ben eased his grip, his hands gently caressing your sore hips as he pulled out and collapsed beside you on the couch.

Ben's breath was still heavy as he reached over, grabbing your discarded panties and handing them to you. "Here, keep this from making a mess", he said, his voice rough but tinged with a teasing edge. You took them, barely able to sit up, your entire body aching and weak from the intensity of the past hour.

As you struggled to pull your panties back on, every movement felt like a Herculean effort. Your muscles protested, and you could barely keep your eyes open. Ben watched you with a satisfied smirk, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of pride and amusement.

"What's the matter?", he teased, brushing his damp hair back from his forehead. "All worn out already? I thought you said you could handle it".

You managed a tired glare, but it lacked any real heat. "I did handle it", you retorted weakly, finally managing to pull your panties into place, feeling the uncomfortable yet strangely satisfying sensation of his cum trapped against your skin. "You just didn't know when to quit".

He chuckled, reaching over to brush a strand of hair from your face. "You actually did pretty good for a human", he said, his voice softening for a moment. "But I'm not done with you yet".

Your eyes widened slightly, a mix of dread and anticipation swirling within you. "Ben, I don't think I can…".

"Relax", he chuckled. "I mean tomorrow. Rest now. You'll need your strength".

You let out a sigh of relief, your body sinking back into the couch as exhaustion finally overtook you.

"Get some sleep", he mumbled. "You earned it",

You nodded, your eyes drifting closed as you let the fatigue wash over you.

Within seconds, you fell asleep against his biceps, your exhaustion finally overtaking you. "I didn´t mean on me", he grumbled.

But as your head sank onto his lap, Ben chuckled softly, his amusement mingling with a strange, unfamiliar tenderness.

"Right now, you don't have a big mouth or that fucking attitude", he muttered to himself, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "You're actually kinda likeable".

He shifted slightly, careful not to wake you, his fingers brushing gently over your hair.

"Well, your pussy definitely is", he added under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief.

Despite himself, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of admiration for you. You had pushed him to his limits, met his intensity head-on, and somehow, you'd both come out of it changed.

He leaned back against the couch, his eyes drifting to the ceiling as he took a deep breath. The room was quiet now, the only sounds your soft, even breaths and the faint hum of the city outside. Ben's mind raced with thoughts and emotions he wasn't entirely prepared to face.

"Shit", he murmured, running a hand through his damp hair. "What the hell am I getting myself into?".

Despite the uncertainty, there was a part of him that welcomed the change, the unexpected connection that had formed between you. As he looked down at your peaceful, sleeping form, he couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness, a desire to see where this newfound bond would lead.

With a sigh, he settled back, allowing himself to relax for the first time in what felt like forever.

As he closed his eyes, the last thing he felt was the warmth of your body against his, the steady rhythm of your breaths a comforting reminder that, for now, you were both right where you needed to be.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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I'D RATHER DIEㅤ fiancé! nanami kento x gn! reader — fluff [ 0.6k+ wc ] cws none ! MDNI

ㅤloving you was the best choice nanami ever made, and if he was being completely honest, he would rather die than have to live a life without that feeling.

a/n little repost from my old blog to celebrate valentine's day hehe

nanami always looked at you as if you carried the sun in your hands, and everyone knew that.

he was completely enamored by you, so plainly in love that even if he never said it out loud whenever outsiders were around, every single person that knew him was aware of how smitten he truly was. his heart belonged to you, and he didn’t mind that one bit, completely sure of the fact that if there was anyone out there who would be able to give him the everlasting love so many chased after, it was you.

kento had never been particularly interested in relationships, which made him a walking contradiction because how can you be a romantic at heart but find no appeal in searching for someone to give all the love you had stored inside you? he had been in a few of them in his past, had previous lovers that although he didn’t nurture any romantic feelings for anymore, he still cherished, the memories he made with them nostalgic, in a sense — but those relationships only came to be by pure coincidence, a swarm of them suddenly filling his life and leading him to fall for someone, the love he suddenly felt unexpected but still enjoyable, a warm feeling that he undeniably enjoyed. you, however, were different, the first person kento didn’t need any sort of serendipity to want to chase after, the actions he made out of his free-will exactly what led him into your arms as opposed to the usual effect of what could only be described as destiny meddling with his life and putting him into situations he wouldn’t find himself in otherwise. he didn’t fall in love with you at first sight, didn’t feel any sudden rush of adoration or any string of connection right away — instead, he felt like he would fall in love with you eventually, an indescribable feeling, a premonition of what his life would look like if he chased after you so, without thinking twice, he did, seeking someone for the first time in his life, and right now, as he looked at you, your features relaxed as you slept by his side on the bed you two shared every night, kento could confidently say he didn’t regret that decision one bit, if anything, feeling beyond happy he took that first step, grateful that it led to you being part of his life.

sometimes, he would think about what it would have been like if he hadn’t though, or even worse, what it would be like to lose you after having you, those ideas so grim that kento couldn’t help but feel a sudden wave of dread wash over him. he didn’t like to stay on that subject for too long, but every time he found himself caught up on it, didn’t matter for how long, he always came to the same conclusion — that he would rather die than to have to live through those possibilities. he would choose anything over losing you, anything better than losing the one person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, mind always vacating itself of such sour perspectives whenever he looked down onto his ring finger, the silver band wrapped around it a happy reminder of your promise to one another, of the love and respect and loyalty you shared. kento would rather die than lose you, but as the weeks passed and the quickly approaching big day slowly became more of a reality you two could share, one that symbolized a lifetime together, he couldn’t help but wish you two could instead become immortal together, all so you could truly have an eternity to be by each other’s side.

N-AGIZ '22ㅤ REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED !

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Trapped

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Nightwing x GN!Reader

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 1.1k+

Masterlist

Summary: You guys meet when you’re trapped in an elevator.

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The night was crisp, and the city's skyline shimmered with the vibrant glow of streetlights and distant signs. I patrolled the rooftops of Gotham as Nightwing, keeping a vigilant eye on the city I had sworn to protect. Little did I know that fate had a different plan in store for me that evening.

As I leaped across the rooftops, my senses sharpened. A distress call echoed through the night, indicating an emergency at an office building downtown. Without hesitation, I raced towards the location, adrenaline coursing through my veins.

Arriving at the scene, I discovered that a group of criminals had triggered a power outage, leaving the building in darkness. Panic filled the air as people scrambled, searching for a way out. I knew time was of the essence.

With calculated precision, I subdued the criminals, disarming them one by one. But as I moved deeper into the building, I found myself stepping into an elevator, its doors closing behind me. In the blink of an eye, the confined space became my temporary prison.

I tapped on the control panel, attempting to regain control of the elevator, but it was unresponsive. I sighed, realizing that I was trapped with no way to contact the outside world. This was not how I envisioned my night playing out.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by a soft voice. "Um, excuse me? Are you Nightwing?"

I turned my attention towards the stranger beside me—a captivating individual who exuded a unique blend of confidence and vulnerability. They had a warmth in their eyes that immediately drew me in.

"Yes, that's right," I replied, my voice calm despite the circumstances. "And who might you be?"

A small smile graced their lips. "Just a regular person in need of a little rescuing right now. I never thought I'd find myself in an elevator with a superhero."

We exchanged a brief chuckle, the tension within the confined space dissipating. There was something about their presence that put me at ease.

As time stretched on, conversation flowed freely between us. We shared stories, hopes, and dreams—finding solace in each other's company. In that dimly lit elevator, we formed a connection, a bond forged in the face of uncertainty.

Hours passed, and the silence settled upon us, punctuated only by the occasional muffled sound from outside. It was during one of these lulls that I felt a shift in the air—a gentle vulnerability emanating from the stranger beside me.

"I never expected to meet someone like you," they confessed, their voice barely above a whisper. "Someone who fights for justice and inspires hope. It's... it's truly extraordinary."

I met their gaze, captivated by their sincerity. "It takes more than just a mask and a cape to make a difference. It takes courage, compassion, and the belief that even in the darkest of nights, there's always a glimmer of light."

They nodded, their eyes shimmering with admiration. "You're right. And in this moment, you've given me hope, Nightwing. You've shown me that even when we're trapped, there's still a chance for connection and resilience."

As the words hung in the air, a flicker of understanding passed between us. The confines of the elevator had become a space for transformation—a testament to the power of human connection.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the elevator jolted back to life, its doors sliding open to reveal the world outside. The chaos of the night greeted us, but we faced it together—strangers turned allies, inspired by the shared experience of being trapped and finding solace in each other's presence.

With a final nod and a grateful smile, we stepped out of the elevator, each going our separate ways. But the memory of that night, of the connection formed in the face of adversity, would forever remain etched in our hearts.

Months had passed since that fateful night in the elevator, but the memory of the stranger I had met remained vivid in my mind. Their warmth, their laughter, and the genuine connection we had shared continued to linger, even as I continued my duties as Nightwing, protecting the city.

It was an unusually quiet night, and I found myself patrolling the streets of Gotham. As I turned a corner, my eyes locked with a familiar figure—a figure that stirred a whirlwind of emotions within me. It was them—the person I had met in the elevator all those months ago.

A mixture of surprise and delight washed over their face as our eyes met. "Nightwing? Is that really you?"

I couldn't help but smile, my heart skipping a beat at the sight of them. "Yes, it's me. What are the chances of running into each other again?"

They stepped closer, their gaze filled with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. "I've thought about that night so many times. It feels like a lifetime ago. How have you been?"

I paused for a moment, feeling a rush of emotions welling up within me. I had to be honest—I couldn't keep my thoughts and feelings hidden any longer. "To be honest, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. In the midst of everything I do, you've always been in the back of my mind."

Their eyes widened, surprise and intrigue dancing within them. "You... you think of me?"

I nodded, the weight of my confession lifting off my shoulders. "Yes, more than you can imagine. Our encounter in that elevator was brief, but it left a lasting impact on me. You showed me the power of connection and reminded me that even in the darkest of times, there's always a glimmer of hope."

A soft smile spread across their face, their eyes shining with a mix of joy and affection. "I've thought about you too, Nightwing. Meeting you that night made me realize that there's so much more to the world than just the struggles and hardships. You gave me hope and showed me that superheroes exist not just in comics, but in real life too."

In that moment, the distance between us seemed to disappear, replaced by an undeniable pull of attraction and shared experiences. The months apart had only served to deepen the connection we had forged that night.

As we stood there, basking in the serendipity of our reunion, I couldn't help but reach out and gently take their hand in mine. "I know our paths are different, and our lives are complicated, but I can't deny the way you've made me feel. I haven't been able to think of anyone else but you."

Their fingers intertwined with mine, their touch grounding me in the present moment. "Nightwing, I feel the same way. The connection we share—it's undeniable. Let's see where it takes us."

With a renewed sense of hope and the knowledge that our paths had converged once again, we embarked on a new chapter—a chapter that would test our resilience, deepen our bond, and prove that even in a city consumed by darkness, love could be found in the most unexpected places.

[7-wonders]

Hey again, could I request some Michael hdcns or just a fluffy blurb of Michael with a reader that has adhd? Once you get to feeling better ofc! I've been going through it mentally and it would mean the world to me! I haven't found any Michael fics with a neurodivergent reader. So I'd love to see how your brilliant mind would be able to bring that idea into fruition! If not, I understand! Lmk pls :) !!

p.s, I'm currently sick too and on my period *sigh*, so we're in this together sis :,)

Anonymous asked:

Hey! I hope you're feeling well <3. I was recently diagnosed with ADHD and OCD. Do you think you could write some Michael fluff with this? Maybe where the reader tells him about it, and how he would react? I hope that makes sense. Just something with Michael and a reader with ADHD and/or OCD 👉👈

These asks speak to me as someone who also has ADHD lol. I hope I do these hc's some justice!

Michael is one of the first people in your life to actually seek to understand your ADHD and help you with it, instead of just getting mad when you exhibit symptoms that make life difficult. It's a total breath of fresh air, and at first, you're a little worried that the other shoe is gonna drop and you're gonna act too neurodivergent for him. Spoiler alert: there's no other shoe

Your emotions are so intense, and Michael often has to remind you to take a couple of breaths and revisit these feelings in a few minutes, rather than letting them take over and ruin your mood. He's almost always right that you'll have a clearer mind after doing that

I tend to get the "zoomies" with my ADHD, where I'm suddenly buzzing and feeling really goofy and like I want to bounce around. Michael finds it fun to join in on the zoomies with you, which usually ends with both of you wrestling on the floor and just acting like a couple of kids

Likes going on walks with you when you're feeling overwhelmed

Always carries a pair of earbuds for you in case you get too overstimulated in public and need to turn music on and tune out your surroundings

(Considering a large part of ADHD is forgetfulness, you're eternally grateful for this because you usually forget to bring earbuds with you)

Has started actually cooking meals so that you can get out of the cycle of forgetting to eat, eating a bunch of random snacks, and forgetting again. Cooking quickly becomes an activity that you do together, and you really enjoy it. When you eat better, you feel better!

Breathes with you whenever you're feeling anxious or overwhelmed

Reminds you to take your meds (he sets up an alarm on your phone because, predictably, you've forgotten to do so)

If he notices you picking at your skin, he'll gently grab your hands to get you to stop

Encourages your hyperfixations and is more than happy to listen as you excitedly explain whatever it is, but also helps to pull you out of that hole so you can eat, sleep, and not burn your eyes staring at a computer or a TV or a video game

Doesn't get mad at you for accidentally talking over him or repeatedly asking "what?" before whatever he's said computes in your head 0.1 seconds later

He took it personally the first time that he tried to touch you when you were overstimulated and you pulled away with him, but only because he thought you were mad at him. Now, he always looks at you before going to touch you, waiting for you to nod before he grabs your hand or hugs you

Is currently fighting a losing battle when it comes to trying to help you sleep normally and through the night. He's tried all the tricks that people recommend: going to bed earlier, having a routine, taking melatonin, keeping electronics out of the bedroom. Nothing works, and it's frustrating for both of you, but you deal

Is always reassuring you that he loves you and that you're not doing anything wrong. You tend to worry a lot, and he wants to make sure that you never doubt him or what he's feeling or thinking

Loves you completely and wholeheartedly, even on the bad days

[thoughtsbyharu]

Guts and Guts (spilled) Album Thoughts

My thoughts about Olivia Rodrigo's 2nd album, Guts!

Hi everyone! Long time no post! A lot has happened for the past months and I haven't posted a lot :(

Anyway, so Olivia released an album last September! This review is sooo long overdue haha but at least I could also review the new songs released on Guts (spilled) which is kind of like the deluxe edition of Guts.

I am very excited for this album because her previous album, "Sour" was one of my favorites. I listened to this on its release and it did not disappoint! So let's talk about my thoughts about it.

1. all-american bitch

Rating: 9/10

Memorable line/s:

"I don't get angry when I'm pissed. I'm the eternal optimist, I scream inside to deal with it"

"I'm grateful all the time (Grateful every f*cking time)"

Thoughts:

Way to start an album! The song is very catchy and the pop rock elements just hits up my alley. I heard that she used some American pop culture references in this song so I did some researching to know the meaning of them (since I am not American lol).

The overall tone of this song is somewhat sarcastic. I think the song is about how people expect her to be the "perfect American woman" when some of that ideals are quite destructive. Take for example the line:

"All the time, I'm grateful all the time I'm sexy and I'm kind I'm pretty when I cry"

and the line

"I don't get angry when I'm pissed I'm the eternal optimist I scream inside to deal with like "Ah""

It's like even if you are upset or angry, as a woman, you are expected to be calm and mature and handle things gracefully like a proper lady. Basically, bottling up your feelings because you, having negative feelings and expressing them doesn't sit well with people.

These types of expectations are toxic and unhealthy. Keeping your thoughts internally because people will be inconvenienced is such bs. Having emotions isn't a crime because guess what, women are people too. We should be able to laugh when you're happy, cry when you're sad and get mad when you're angry.

Overall (before this section takes too long), I like the song and it's meaning. I especially love the outro. Oh! and have you guys seen her performance of this song on SNL? It was amazing!

2. bad idea right?

Rating: 8.5/10

Memorable line/s:

"Seeing you tonight is a bad idea right?"

"I only see him as a friend (The biggest lie I ever said)"

This is like hearing the thought process of your friend who can't leave their ex or move on 😂

It's a fun song and really catchy. I love the build up before every chorus hits. It's fun to sing along to.

It's funny because this song reminds me of one of my friends and his on/off relationship with a girl. Like, he keeps ranting about her but he just keeps coming back to her. Saying things like, "Well, we're still friends so we're still hanging out" but then regrets it later when stuff happens. This song reminds me soooo much of him. No matter how much advice we give him he always does the opposite.

Anyways, to my friend out there, hope you move on already!

3. vampire

Rating: 9/10

Memorable line/s:

"I used to think I was smart but you made look so naive"

"You can't love anyone, 'cause that would mean you had a heart"

So this song was said to be about a previous boyfriend but others said that this is about Taylor Swift, but I think I'd go with the former. I did some research and she did have a former boyfriend that fits the description so maybe it's about him?

The lyrics is kind of like "All Too Well" all over again. Not saying it's bad but it's really weird to think that a lot of young women can relate to it. I mean, why do these men always go after young women who's like, years their junior? The line "Went for me and not her, 'cause girls your age know better"?? Like dudes, why can't you find someone your age? Young women in their late teens to early 20s are still figuring out life, leave them alone 😂

Anyways, the song is quite good and pretty hard to sing so kudos to Olivia! I watched her live performances to this song and it's just so amazing.

4. lacy

Rating: 7.5/10

Memorable line/s:

"I see you everywhere, sweetest torture one could bear"

"People are people but it's like you're made of angel dust"

"I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you"

This is definitely about envy. It's the kind of envy where you admire someone because you can never be like them. Do you guys get it? (haha)

She puts "lacy" in a pedestal because she's basically perfect; which is something that she (Olivia) thinks she could never be. Basically, "Lacy" brings out her insecurities and this is frustrating her.

I think most of us has their own "lacy". Maybe it's an idol, actress, friend, etc. and I get it because I also have my own. The thing is, you are your own person and that lacy is also their own person. You will never be them because you are you. It's alright to acknowledge the feeling of jealousy but don't let your life revolve around it. Do things that are best for you.

5. ballad of a homeschool girl

Rating: 8/10

Memorable line/s:

"I'm on the outside of the greatest inside joke"

"Each time I step outside, it's social suicide!"

This is not a ballad, this is an anthem!! 😂

I have to say, this ain't just for the homeschool girlies but awkward and socially inept people too (like me). I am laughing all throughout this song when I first listened to it because it is TOO relatable for my own good.

I love how chaotic it sounds, like a mind of a very confused and anxious girl who does not know how social stuff works.

P.S. can't find a fitting gif for this sooo bear with me

6. making the bed

Rating: 8/10

Memorable line/s:

"Well sometimes I feel like I don't wanna be where I am"

"Every good thing has turned into something I dread"

"I got the things I wanted, it's not what I imagined"

This is such a very personal and emotional song. I've been watching BoJack Horseman recently (I'm on Season 4 pls no spoilers) and this song reminds me of him. This song could be about her rise to fame but it could also be interpreted as facing the consequences of your own actions thus the title.

9. logical

Rating: 8/10

Memorable line/s:

"No, love is never logical"

"I know I'm half responsible and that makes me feel horrible"

"i fell for you like water falls from the february sky"

Another ballad~ It's about how she wished she left an unhealthy relationship sooner. She reminisced about how she ignored all the red flags because she loved him. This is probably about that guy on vampire because some lyrics talks about how he took advantage of her because she was young. And yes, when you are young, immature, and inexperienced, love is not logical. She seems to blame herself over it as well which made me want to give her a hug :(

The song makes me sad.

10. get him back!

Rating: 9.5/10

Memorable line/s:

"But I am my father's daughter, so maybe I could fix him"

"Wanna kiss his face, with an uppercut"

"I want sweet revenge, I want him again"

This feels like the continuation for "bad idea right?". Get him back is a song about having complicated feelings for an awful ex. She wants to get back with him but at the same time she wants to get revenge or get back at him for breaking her heart.

Song is very catchy and I hope I could hear this live soon! (Olivia please come to the Philippines) One of my faves in this album.

11. love is embarrassing

Rating: 9.5/10

Memorable line/s:

"My God, love's embarrassing as hell"

This is logical but in a lighter tone or when you are at the stage that you've moved on but you suddenly remember what you did and you get second hand embarrassment for yourself 🤣 It's giving "What the hell was I thinking, tf did I do that for??"

This song is so fun and I found myself singing it from time to time. One of my favesss

12. the grudge

Rating: 11/10

Memorable line/s:

"You took everything I loved and crushed it in between your fingers"

"My undying love, now I hold it like a grudge"

"I takes strength to forgive, but I don't feel strong"

"How could anybody do the things you did so easily?"

"It takes strength to forgive but, I'm not quite sure I'm there yet"

Ngl, this song made me cry. Every time I try singing it I always end up tearing up or crying. It's like you are trying to move on and forgive someone but that pain still lingers and it hurts so much and you can't bring yourself to come in terms with. To anyone who is in the situation, give yourself time because as they say time can heal all wounds. If you must cry, then there's no shame in crying.

13. pretty isn't pretty

Rating: 10/10

Memorable line/s:

"There's always something in the mirror that I think looks wrong"

"...I could try every every lipstick in every shade, but I'd always feel the same "

"You fix the things you hated, And you'd still feel so insecure"

Seriously Olivia. Why should you always write songs that are so personal and relatable?? I gotta be honest, but this song made me cry again haha. I dunno, I just can relate to this song soooo much. I love how Olivia wrote this because it captures the struggles of being an anxious and insecure individual. Anyway, on a lighter note, I love the guitar and the bridge of this song. This is one of my faves.

14. teenage dream

Rating: 10/10

Memorable line/s:

"When am I gonna stop being wise beyond my years and just start being wise?"

"They all say that it gets better, it gets better, but what if I don't?"

Another ballad and yes, I am crying because of this song yet again. If I have a song I want my teenage self to hear, it's this song. I am an eldest daughter in an Asian household so this song just pulls my heartstrings so much because it makes me feel heard and my feelings validated. I am expected of many things so this song comforts me.

The slow buildup to a rock tone during the outro is also such a nice tone.

15. obsessed

Rating: 10/10

Memorable line/s:

"You both have moved on, you don't even talk. But I can't help it, I got issues, I can't help it baby"

You don't know how guilty I felt when I heard this song for the first time hahaha. At one point in my life, I've been soooo insecure at my boyfriend's ex and the lyrics just hits me like a damn truck because my thoughts are exactly the same!! I mean, sometimes you just can't help to compare yourself from an ex you know?

I love the contrast of this vs. the other 3 songs because this is pop rock. I love the instrumentals for this!

16. girl i've always been

Rating: 8/10

Memorable line/s:

"And I can't say I'm a perfect ten. But I am the girl I've always been"

A country song! I love how lively this song is. The lyrics is kind of empowering in a way because it feels like Olivia has accepted that she is flawed and is not pretending to be that perfect girl anymore.

17. scared of my guitar

Rating: 7.5/10

Memorable line/s:

"I can't lie to it the same way that I lie to you"

"So we'll stay together 'cause how could I ever trade something that's good for what's right."

Another sad song (please Olivia I'll run out of tears!). I think Olivia is pertaining to her songwriting skills here and how she uses it to express her raw and authentic self. She compares how honest she is with her songwriting versus her relationship with others. It is implied that she isn't transparent about her feelings with other people, possibly because she is protecting herself.

18. stranger

Rating: 10/10

Memorable line/s:

"I cried a million rivers for you but that's over now. You're just a stranger I know everything about"

"You are the best thing that I'll ever keep so far out of my life"

"If I'm not enough for you, you're not enough for me"

This song is so uplifting and positive for someone who already moved on. I love the lyrics of this as it speaks about moving forward and forgiving someone but never forgetting. Oh! and I love the reference from "enough for you". I also love the guitar on this one.

19. so american

Rating: 9/10

Memorable line/s:

"He's like a poem I wish I wrote"

"Oh god, it's just not fair of him to make me feel this much"

"I'm probably gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up"

"I really love my bed but man it's hard to sleep when he's with me"

"I don't wanna assume this stuff. But ain't it love? I think I'm in love"

Guysss we finally have a love song!! This is such a perfect way to end an album together with "stranger" because it feels like a chapter has closed and another one has opened! This is her first love song since her debut right?? It's sooo good. The lyrics are so cute and makes me smile. She describes this guy as the best thing that's ever happen to her and that makes me happy somehow? She sounds sooo inlove and adorableee! I really love the bridge it makes me all giggly ><

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My Top 5 Picks:

stranger

the grudge

love is embarrassing

obsessed

pretty isn't pretty

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Overall Thoughts:

I gotta say, kudos to Olivia and her team because they manage to create another good album! It's great that they are consistent with pop rock and ballads and I especially appreciate that they added a little country touch on the song list!

Overall, like Sour, I love how this album is so personal. Ngl, this made me cry more than Sour ><

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[dragonmasterhiccup]

Gruemar and Fizban both listened intently to each and every last detail he told them not just about the dragons but also the story he told about how he gave toothless a new tail.

"Interesting. Very interesting." Gruemar thought for a moment before scratching his chin. "Are you sure you won't come back with us? You'd do amazing things if you learned from a master artificer.. sorry.. I forget you don't know what that is it's someone that combines magic and ingenuity to create magical items and other wondrous objects. Artificers use tools to channel their magic to which in turn allows them to make any number of things. Someone with your mind thats capable of something this complicated.. I imagine you would become rich and famous rather quickly."

He turned his attention towards toothless as the dragon started speaking to him. "Speaking of your tail, he would like me to tell you that while you know it, he is eternally grateful for the tail and being able to fly again. Also, could you please make him one that allows him to go even faster. He likes going fast." Toothless then turned to hiccup nodding along with everything the much larger dragon was saying.

"I must say he is quite an interesting dragon while we have been talking he has been telling me his own recollection of events. He seems to enjoy all the adventures the two of you have had together and asks that you keep searching the world for new dragons as it's a lot of fun. He has also asked me many times now to stop making things where he has to save you something about you jumping off a cliff trying to fly? I don't really understand what he is on about, but he seems rather distressed that you're going to hurt yourself."

"Thank you, but I'm needed here. Being rich and famous has never been what I wanted out of life. I'd much prefer to be surrounded by friends, known for making good choices and helping dragons and people alike."

"Oh, bud!" He gave Toothless a big hug. "I do have some plans for new tails, but they're still a work in progress. It'll take some time, but I'll keep at it!" Toothless seemed satisfied with that answer, and grumbled happily.

"Well, he knows I don't want to force him into anything. I'm glad he's as curious as I am!"

Hiccup's jaw dropped. "Toothless! You know exactly why I built the flight suit." He shook his head. "I'm sorry, I should probably explain. A few times, when flying, we'd get separated in the air by one thing or another. Now, Toothless can glide, but I just, ah, plummet. I thought if I could make something to help keep me aloft until we could reach each other again, it would be pretty beneficial," he looked to Toothless. "...and it has been." The dragon rolled his eyes. "Now, I know it took quite a few tests, but we have it just about perfectly now." He turned back to Gruemar and Fizban. "Here, let me show you."

He pressed a button on his armor, and the compartments containing his flight suit were released, and he held out his arms to showcase it.

"It may not look like much, but I can fly pretty far with this, so long as there's good winds and plenty of distance between me and the ground."

[wmufranniefabray]

1, 15, 27, 35, 67

Well, this might be a long one to answer!

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

I'd say my relationship with my parents is relatively positive. There are the usual 'growing up' kind of arguments, but on the whole, I love my parents a lot and I know they just want me to be the best. And I absolutely gained my dazzling charm from my Momma, so I'm eternally grateful.

15: Have any pets?

We had a family tabby cat called Tiger growing up who was my absolute world. I've always wanted to get a new one of my own to give all of the cuddles to.

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

Yes, I think so, but it must have been when I was a lot younger. Never intentionally, because who would ever try to hurt someone like that? I'm not proud of it, but in every love story, there has to be a villain and I'm more than aware that I can't be the hero in every story. Each mistake is something to learn from, though.

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

@samevans-wmu. At least, I think Sam caught the end of me crying and the beginning of me feeling a lot of rage. I'm not sure if that counts!

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

There were a group of jocks that I just gave some flashlights to, so I suppose they would count.

[honorhearted]

Despite the rather amiable silence between them, Benjamin should've known something was off the moment a smug look glimmered across Clara's eyes, bright and feline in their mirth. Her elbow jabbed his side and he huffed, irritably rubbing his flank.

“So I s’pose telling them that you’re an animal in bed is entirely out of the question then?” she teased.

Benjamin's mouth dropped. "You...? I-I'm not..." Good Lord, who on earth had raised this woman? Cheeks burning pink, he replied, "Certainly not. I want them to think I'm a gentleman, not some lothario." Curling his hands at his sides, he pressed ahead. "Surely, that wasn't what you gathered from my description? I thought women felt secure with the more scholarly types..."

Or perhaps not. It wasn't as though he had any experience to speak of in that department, and the gossip between women even less so.

Mercifully, the jabs seemed to end once they approached the sutler cart. "Mrs. Maddox?" he called, lifting a hand. "Mrs. Maddox, I have someone I'd like you to meet."

Dropping a crate atop one of the two tables set up beneath the wedge tent, a woman with mischievous dark eyes and frizzy, curly red hair springing free of her cap dusted off her hands, then placed them upon her ample hips. Once Cilla realized just who was in her vicinity, she hooted. "Well, look at you, young pup!" she crowed. "I didn't think you had time for the likes of us!"

"Uh..." Benjamin cleared his throat, then motioned to Clara. "This is our newest follower, Mrs. Clara Cassidy. I figured you'd be the most capable in showing her around, so I hope it's no trouble that I've enlisted your help."

"Weeell, a bit o' coin would make it 'less troublesome,' but since she don't look like some spoiled princess, I can make do," Cilla agreed, grinning. "I always knew you had a thing for redheads." Here, she made a show of brushing back a lock of her hair, her eyes trailing toward Clara's own locks of auburn. "Whatever he says, love, don't listen to 'im. I'm a perfectly acceptable lady...whenever given the proper incentive, o' course."

Benjamin sighed, wondering why he thought this would be a good idea. "Well...I suppose I'll leave you to it then," he cautiously treaded. "Mrs. Maddox, if you could see about lodgings for Mrs. Cassidy, I'd be eternally grateful."

"She might be able to squeeze in at my feet," Cilla quipped, grinning. "Don't worry, love, I'll give the grounds a look-see."

Running with the Van der Linde gang for nearly a year and a half, she well understood how to earn her keep in camp. That much, at least, wouldn’t be a problem upon the mountain of concerns she had about attempting to assimilate into a society that had passed well over a hundred years ago. What worried her more was if she was stuck doing so for the rest of her life. 

Clara still hadn’t the foggiest idea how she could have possibly traveled through time in the first place, let alone how to get back – if she could get back. Suddenly the booze he’d offered her wasn’t enough to keep her nerves at bay. 

“But don't worry,” he continued, “Mrs. Maddox has one of the less taxing jobs, which is why I figured it would suit you well. She predominantly sells alcohol to the men." 

How ironic that was. 

As though reading her mind, he teased, "So long as you don't drink it all, of course."

“No promises.” 

Definitely no promises. Clara fully intended to sneak what she could, if only to stave off the impending pressure of the puzzling predicament. 

As they walked, it suddenly became apparent that she wasn’t the only one who was nervous, "When with Mrs. Maddox, I suppose you'll be meeting the other womenfolk.”

“Sure…?” she treaded wearily. 

"While working with them...well...I hope you won't make me out to be too much of a fiend."

The idea of Major Tallmadge becoming as apprehensive as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs when it came to the subject of how women might perceive him was almost amusing enough to distract her from her dilemma. Clara smirked shamelessly as she playfully jabbed his ribcage with her elbow. 

“So I s’pose telling them that you’re an animal in bed is entirely out of the question then?”

[galaxydrcaming]

@lcnelylcves

It was a cruel world that put children through so much pain. Danny would never forgive the gods for that. But he did know he would do anything for Annabeth. Someone had to. "You deserve to live a life without that stress. You deserve the best life, kiddo, that's all I want for you. You know that, right? All your family deserve that." They could argue forever about stubbornness, since neither was inclined to ever give in, so Danny just reached across the table to squeeze her hand. "You kids are the only - well, you kids, Steve, and innocent people are the only people I'll put myself in danger for. And you kids and Steve are the only ones I'd do something real stupid over. And I really hope it doesn't get to that point. But if you're getting stabbed, I gotta know about it." He'd have to ask around, get some more information. Seeing her tear up, Danny had to rub at his face. "Oh god, you're gonna make me cry. Look, I'm retired, you've got nothing to worry about. No one has shot me in a while, and I'm really trying to keep it that way. As I said, you kids, Steve, you're my priority. So you don't need to worry about me, if all of you are safe, then I will be too."

Having grown up with Chiron as her closest father figure in her real world, it had been an adjustment to have not one, but two in this place between Danno and Dugan, so whilst she was eternally grateful for these men in her life, she also couldn’t help but worry knowing that they would want to protect her from anything and the thought of losing them, broke her heart. “Of course I know that, and while my family does deserve that, it also unfortunately, doesn’t mean that it’s going to happen. With all of our interaction with the gods and the amount of quests, it’s no wonder why greek demigods have a higher chance at dying young over the Roman ones.” She muses softly and returns the squeeze with a small smile and sniffle. “I understand that, but I still don’t want you going out there and putting yourself in danger. Hey, you know about it now..it’s just a little later than expected.” Annabeth says with a sheepish smile as she ducks her head to blink away her tears. “No, if you cry, I will cry more and then we’re both just going to be a complete mess. I will always worry about you, Danno, especially with that logic because I am never safe.” She says with a small bit of laughter escaping.

[lipstickbisous]

drifting : pt. 1

pairing: druig x eternal!reader

summary: occasionally, he lets himself slip back into the bigger picture.

warnings: eternals spoilers, angst (bittersweet), druig seems dick-ish but he's not, mentions of abandonment, short story vibes, not edited!, no smut in this one, 18+

word count: 2.4k

a/n: i've seen eternals 3 times and i'm in love with druig. here is some bittersweet love with a touch of smut. the second part will be out soon!

the following work is my own writing. do not plagiarize or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.

masterlist

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

Occasionally, he lets himself slip back into the bigger picture.

When he does, it's frightening. He'd grown accustomed to the society he had created, the one with completely different standards and restrictions. There were no rumbling trains passing by his bedroom window, no filtered voices through a radio, no clanking from the streets down below.

In this tangled jungle, there were no streets, no trains, no radios, and much to his dismay, no you.

This was the life he had chosen. He was proud of the people he'd raised, the community he'd grown. Over the centuries, he's watched the human race continue their wars. He'd heard of the enslavement of some, the massacres of others. He was grateful for the safety he was able to give for his people.

Druig didn't view himself as a God, but he certainly was in power. He'd experienced everything there was to human life - from birth (he'd even helped with a few) to death - and had grown admirable of it. He was appreciative for the flawed ways of humans.

However, there was always something that stung a little more than he would've preferred.

He'd watched them fall in and out of love. He'd seen them cry for love, beg for love, and even die for love. He'd witnessed the pain and thrill of it. And always, was he reminded of you.

Brooklyn. 1944.

He'd told them that this was a quick trip. It was usual for him to sporadically leave for a month or two, and while no one had ever been told about you, a few of the villagers suspected their leader had put his heart in someone else's hands.

It was quick trip, that's all. He reminded himself repeatedly on his journey. He would visit just to see you despite how much he hated the modern world. Anything was worth it for you. Fortunately, mind control was helpful when traveling through South America, sailing across the Atlantic Ocean, and passing by sets of Islands until he could see in the horizon the figure of a woman.

She was a reminder of how long it had been since he'd seen you.

It had been long before there were skyscrapers and automobiles passing through the streets. You never stayed in one place for too long - in your case, more than thirty years - but he'd remembered your last conversation in Paris.

"America is thriving, Druig," you smiled, playing with the buttons on his shirt. One had been loose, just hanging by a thread, and you'd promised to sew it back for him. "I'd love to see it, anyway."

Outside your open windows lived the nightlife of Paris. The streetlamps had been lit for hours at the very least, the flames glimmering and twitching in the darkness. Couples walked the streets below, arms in arm and hands in hand. If you listened closely, you could hear their conversations of love. With Druig's heart beating directly under your ear, nothing else could have been more perfect in that moment.

He hummed in amusement. You were curled under his arm, head on his chest and his thumb rubbed over your shoulder. "Why would you want to leave 'the city of love'?" Druig mocked you. You had always been a romantic.

Besides, if there was a man going around by the name 'Captain America', he was sure you had something to do with it.

Stepping off of the docks, Druig did his best to adapt to the smells of the city. There was a rotting scent coming from a random direction, an odor of wet stray dogs and their food from garbage cans followed him into the streets, and then an aroma of what Druig sensed was cold vegetable soup and stale bread.

With a bag swung over his shoulder - the villagers back in the forest had slipped in some goods, which consisted of handmade clay pottery, because while they didn't know who, they knew their leader was visiting someone - Druig began to push his way through the crowded city.

Fashion had dramatically changed...was that a woman's ankle? A man wore a jacket made from the same material as potato sack, and a boy's shoes had holes in the front. There were the occasional men dressed in pinstripe suits with shiny suitcases, but they did their best to refrain from making contact with anyone else as much as possible. It disgusted Druig. He admired humans but they could tear each other apart in a way that he hated.

He already missed the people of his village, but anything was worth you.

You had been living in a small tenant. The windows were dirty with old rainwater and smoke, and the door to the lobby had a broken lock. Druig would've been worried but he knew you were more than capable of handling yourself.

He imagined how he would find you. Would you be sorting through a book or gliding through the kitchen? Did you still have the little origami swan he'd made for you all those years ago sitting on your shelf? Most importantly, was there anyone else you shared your bed with? Your heart?

Only when he appeared at your door, knocking twice on the wood, he didn't hear you shuffling inside to open it.

It was silent. And that scared him.

But then there were footsteps behind him - light and airy, he knew exactly who they belonged to. There was a pause, a comfortable shift of silence in the air as you stood a foot away with your groceries in hand. The dress you wore was pretty, but you were always prettier.

Blue eyes against yours. The thinker and the fighter. Before he could even speak, you smiled, "Would you like to come in?"

Your voice was still sweet and welcoming. It was home. He followed through your door, invited with the smell of cinnamon. It was refreshing from the stench of the city. Your kitchen was small, and the dining room wasn't much of a room but more of a single table with two chairs near a window. In front of the fireplace sat one long couch accompanied by an old armchair he recognized from Paris.

On your table sat a small vase of peonies. A few were gray and practically dust, but others were vibrantly alive. You set your three bags of groceries on the counter. "I can make you something if you'd like." So sweet.

"I don't need anything," Druig said thoughtfully. He put his hand over yours and rubbed your thumb. "I know I said I'd be back sooner-"

"10 years sooner," you corrected him. It was true; Druig had made an oath in Paris that he would see you again, so you were surprised to have waited a decade later than he'd promised. You weren't cross or aggrieved, but you were right to be at least a little upset.

Druig's heart broke at the thought of you being alone, knowing that sometimes you could let your thoughts get the best of you if there wasn't someone else to aid you. "We were having complications at the village," it was your turn to rub his hand in comfort. You knew how the first war would affect him.

"It's okay, Dru," you smiled, kissing his chin. How he missed your lips on him, he'd never be able to explain it.

He pressed his forehead to yours. Both of your eyes closed as the moment enveloped you. Even the sounds of the city outside began to drown out. When he opened his eyes, Druig glanced to a stack of papers scattered over your counter. You weren't one for clutter. "Looks like you really do need me," he joked, and you smiled. With a nod of consent, you turned to the groceries as he flipped through your mail.

"Jane B. Acklam, from St Bartholomew's Hospital...in London," Druig laughed impressively. "You're famous, aren't you?"

"That would be Kingo," you take the letter from his hand and looked over the address. "I was a nurse for them in 1915," Druig's heart clenched when he noticed the sadness taking over your tone. In your eyes he could see everything. You admired humans as much as he did. "I suppose they want me back."

Druig wanted to comfort you and wipe away any memories of a battlefield, but he took your sudden smile as a sign to change the subject. There was an envelope on your counter that had been ripped open and inside was a letter. "Well, look at you," he teased, watching as you playfully rolled your eyes. "An admirer?"

He couldn't understand much of the scribbled writing, but there were a few words he could make out. "Love", "see you again", "after the war, we can go dancing", and "With love, Steve".

"He'll get over it," you smiled fondly of the Captain, but he wasn't truly yours. "Besides, I've got someone else to keep me happy."

Druig discarded the letter, and smirked. "I wonder..." his fingers tilted your chin so your lips angled perfectly with his. You only met gently, just barely brushing against each other. It was serene and intimate. "Beautiful, beautiful (y/n). I missed you."

Cheeks turned red. Your eyes began to open again but his remained close. He was taking his time to remember this moment, because all of those centuries ago, he promised you one thing.

Down your knees fell, skin scuffing from the rough stones below you. You could your bones shake. He was walking away, taking your whole world with him. "Druig!" You screamed after him. Your voice was shattered, the same as your heart.

He didn't even turn to look at you. His footsteps on the stairs halted. The entire city was covered with those of golden eyes. They all faced you both, watching as your lover slowly abandoned you. From behind you, Ikaris held his arms against his family attempting to rush to aid you and to convince Druig to come back home.

"Druig, please," you refused to let yourself cry. Not in front of him and not under these circumstances. "You can't leave."

You could've sworn you heard him laugh. "And you can't come with me," he spoke without even turning to face you. The moment was raw and unbearable, and never in your life had you done anything to deserve this. Even Druig knew that. So why was he tearing you apart? "You don't work without them, (y/n). You're their pawn, and I can't fit in with that."

Down your heart fell, millions of pieces left there in Tenochtitlan, even to this day.

Kneeled over so your forehead touched the stone steps, he finally turned and met your eyes. "Beautiful, (y/n)," he cooed, taking your chin into his hands. He had never abandoned you before. Your time on earth had been spent with him, not a moment alone. The thought of the years to come and spending them by yourself was frightening. "I'm sorry to leave you."

Somewhere along time, you'd learned to move on without the lost pieces of your heart. You healed, and when he returned back to you a century later, you forgave him--not as easily as he would've preferred, though.

"Have you missed me?" his voice brought you back to the sweet reality where you both rested in each other's arms.

Druig's eyes were desperate. Even if he knew the truth, he would still dig deep to find it. He always had to know. But he suddenly felt stupid for even asking; the smile on your face confirmed it. "You should stay," you murmured, "and never leave again."

He chuckled so deep that it shook your bones, wrapping his hands around your waist and hips so there were goosebumps forming on your skin. "You know I wish I could, love," You let yourself turn to putty in his hands as he lifted you onto your small counter top. With your dress riding up your thighs, there was a shock of coolness against your skin. Druig liked the way you smiled.

Kisses were left on your neck. "My beautiful (y/n)," slowly, you began to melt. "Let me love you."

-

He would leave again. Only once had he done it in quiet and when he'd returned years later, you wouldn't talk to him for days. From then on, he would wake you up or kiss you goodbye. Somehow, leaving had become a chore for Druig, something like a daily routine. It still hurt to watch your figure fade away as the distance between you increased.

With fingers brushing through his hair, Druig found it even harder to leave your side. He tried to think of the people of his village, how they needed their leader and his protection, but he wasn't an idiot. They were well-trained to handle themselves. Currently, the universe was pointing in the direction of you, and who was he to disobey?

Oh, right. He thought to himself.

"My love," he whispered into your temple, hoping it would pass through your skull and to your brain. Maybe then you'd be able to stop your affection and doting and he'd be able to leave. Even if he didn't want to.

And you were left wondering why. Why couldn't Druig stay? Was it so hard to stay by your side? Ikaris and Sersei had managed to love each other for centuries, and even if they had their troubles, that's all you asked for with Druig.

Your forehead touched his chest. "No. I can't." And you couldn't. There wasn't a single muscle or bone in your body that would let you let him go.

Druig felt the same and it only made it hurt more. It'd been two months since he'd stepped foot on the docks of New York, since he'd read that letter on your counter, since he'd lied in your bed for the first time in years. Druig was spoiling himself by staying with you for this long.

"I know you can," you could feel him turn cold and bitter again. "You've done it before."

"Don't make me do it again," you tried to sound strong but it was hard when he was tearing apart your soul. "I shouldn't have to be prepared for you to leave."

Druig looked away. You heart broke. "Why not? You'd think you'd be used to it by now." He clasped his hands in yours. Did he want you or not? He was making it impossible to tell.

You weren't sure what he'd said next, you'd stopped listening. But you were well-aware of his arms pushing yours away from him, of his lips leaving a delicate kiss on your lips that you didn't return. You were aware of the lack of his presence once he left your home and you could feel him drifting away.

a/n: i'm gonna start putting author's notes on the bottom here! well, i know it wasn't exactly heartbreaking but it's heart-wrenching. and there will be a part two soon!

[jackrogersfrost]

Second Chance

Summary: Imagine.

After a fight with Chris' girlfriend, you two decided to end up your friendship. Can you give him a second chance to forgive him or the circumstances that passed in the last few months will change it?

Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff, a little bit ansgt.

A/N: If it's any grammatical mistake, my bad, I'm still learning. Reblog this to support my works. Enjoy!

MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST OF MY ART

You carefully walked down the stairs, adjusting your sweater better to you because of the cold that was starting to come from the gentle evening breeze coming from the house's backyard.

"You need something?" You hear a voice in the background of the kitchen and you turned to look at your friend and said no with a smile.

"I'm fine, I'll be outside for a while," with a nod you said goodbye and went your separate ways; you to the aforementioned destination and she to the others at the small dinner gathering of friends they were having in the dining room.

When you arrived you sat down on a small metal sofa that was on the patio, you saw the starry sky and closed your eyes breathing in the soft breeze and the smell of pine reached your nostrils filling you with a feeling of peace and tranquility that you just now needed.

You opened your eyes and out of the corner of your eye you could see the Evans' house in front of you, you looked straight ahead and your mind went back to the memories you had with a certain Evans. When you moved in with your best friend you never thought you were going to be neighbors with someone like him, as time went by the four of you became close friends, the Evans brothers, your friend, and you, although for you you wanted to be something more for the eldest Evans, in the end, the way things ended you knew that maybe that was never going to happen.

The separation of your friendship with the older Evans happened more than a year ago, when a confrontation of his then-girlfriend happened, she confronted you in front of him that you had feelings for Chris, something that only you, your friend, Scott, and of course Lisa who was the second to find out after your friend; but when she said those words you froze which gave Chris to understand that it was true, the worst was when she made him decide between you two and as it was obvious and expected, Chris chose his girlfriend over you and the friendship was lost at that moment.

You didn't talk to him, you didn't call him, you didn't even want to know anything about that man when all that had just happened, you were hurt and angry, but with yourself for not having reacted well to those events, maybe it would have been better if you had acted differently, but there is no such thing.

Chris left his mother's house in Los Angeles after their fight, and until now you haven't seen him again, not even when he is supposed to visit his mother and brother. Yet Lisa and Scott have always been there to support you and give you love, and you would be eternally grateful for that. At first, you felt pain and your heart ached for the first few months, then it was a matter of time before the pain passed and a few weeks ago someone very special made you let go of that pain and resentment, to give way to something else.

You came out of your trance and turned to see him, even after more than a year he looked very handsome and maybe even more so. You wanted to get up from the metal sofa but he motioned you to stay seated and he sat down next to you carefully. "Wow, you look very beautiful..." He smiled a little shyly, they had not seen each other for a long time and it was strange for him this encounter.

"Thank you, Chris, you look great". You smiled sincerely and that made him perhaps more confident, he thought you hated him for what he had done, but it was the opposite now.

"How have you been?" he whispered.

You sighed and smiled with a nod, "I'd say fine, I can't complain," you shrugged your shoulders without removing your smile, infecting him too.

"It's been a long time..." he sighed and ran his hands over his head "Y/N, I... I'm sorry, I'm an asshole, what I did has no justification or forgiveness, but I'm sorry, I... I shouldn't have done that to you" he looked at you ashamed and ashamed of himself, about to collapse perhaps because of the anger he felt towards himself.

"Hey..." You moved closer to him and put your hand on his with a warm smile. "It's okay Chris, I forgave you a long time ago."

He smiled at your words. "Remember when you said I was an angel in your life? Well I still say it was the other way around, you are the real angel," you smiled more and denied slightly, Chris sighed, "The angel I have missed all this time and I need in my life..." he whispered looking you in the eyes while he took both of your hands, "Y/N, can I ask you a stupid question?" you nodded a little confused, "Could we...?" He whispered, a little afraid of your reaction, caressing the back of your hands.

"Chris..." a sound from inside interrupted the conversation and you both turned to look at the door that connected the house with the patio.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, I tried to calm her down but it didn't work". Your friend looked at you with sorrow.

You got up quickly and carried her carefully in your arms. "It's ok, it's ok, I'll take care of her." You lulled the baby in your arms to calm her crying, your friend said goodbye and went back inside with the rest of her friends. You cuddled the little one in her blanket so she wouldn't feel the night breeze. "Shh, now my love, I'm here calmly, let's go to sleep, ok?" you whispered and kissed her little forehead, you turned to see Chris who was looking at you surprised and delighted with you two. "Let's go upstairs, I must put her to bed in her crib." He nodded and followed you as you went upstairs to the room where you both slept, you sat on the bed and pulled her to sleep but the little one didn't seem to want to sleep yet, you turned to see Chris for a moment. "Can you pass me her bottle?" you pointed to the table with baby stuff and he obeyed doing what you asked, after a few seconds the baby was happily drinking her milk to the point of falling asleep halfway through the bottle, you patted her back, and when she got the benefit you could lay her down in her crib putting her night light device so she wouldn't be scared, all under the watchful eye of Chris, who was still a little shocked by the 5 minutes that passed faster in his life.

"Can I ask another stupid question?" he whispered low for the baby and you nodded smiling sideways, "Is she your daughter?" he looked at you intently.

You sighed and smiled and nodded, "Yes, she is my daughter."

Chris smiled with some sadness on his face that reflected the moonlight coming through the window. "She is beautiful, surely you and your husband must be happy with her..." you pressed your lips together with a grimace.

"Chris... I don't have a husband," you whispered and saw how that surprised him even more.

"The girl's father didn't take care?" You could notice how his frown was furrowing and that meant he was getting angry, you caressed his cheek to calm him down, like when you were friends and you both had an anxiety attack and that's the only way to calm each other down.

"Calm down..." You sighed deeply and with the other hand you took his. "One day I was here in the house and something inside me told me that I should go for a walk, and so I did, I had no specific direction, I just wanted to take a walk and distract myself maybe... I arrived at the park where we always horsed around and talked..." you smiled and Chris smiled too but with some sadness "The strange thing was that no children were playing, it was strange for a Saturday afternoon, there was nobody in the park, I felt alone there..." you frowned for the story and then some small tears accumulated in your eyes. "Then I realized that I wasn't alone..." you whispered with a broken voice.

Chris moved closer to you and slowly rubbed your back up and down.

"In a corner of the park I heard noises, the same force that told me I had to go for a walk, was the same that told me to go there, and I saw a dirty box there when I approached and saw her..." you sobbed softly and turned to look at the crib. "She was there, so small and without clothes, I felt that someone ripped my heart out and gave it to her, I couldn't leave her there alone... I had to bring her home, your mother and Scott gave me all the support to take care of her, I couldn't take her to an orphanage, she was so small and fragile, but when she saw me with those eyes I knew that she had stolen my heart instantly... I decided that I would go to the registry and say that she was my daughter, that the father had abandoned us and that due to time constraints I had to keep her at home and that's why I had no medical record of the birth, I gave her my last name and now I am her mother... " you felt how Chris wiped the tears that fell uncontrollably down your cheeks.

When you turned to look at him, he was smiling as you had never seen him before.

"You are truly an angel, Y/N... You just gave a little person a second chance when they were denied the first... I think I could speak for everyone by telling you that we are very proud of you," you smiled and hugged him tightly, he caressed your hair and kissed your head trying to calm your crying, "You know, I would like to be part of your life and the little one too," he whispered in your ear and you separated a little to see him.

"Now can I ask a stupid question?" you smiled and he laughed softly nodding, "Why?"

"Because I love you Y/N, I realized it too late and I want to make up for my mistake, besides, that little girl deserves all the support in the world and if I can give her a father figure then I will gladly do it" he smiled caressing your cheeks and you sobbed hugging him again.

"You don't have to do this... But still, I appreciate it very much" you whispered.

"What do you say? Give me a chance to fall in love again" he whispered, and with a blush you nodded, he took you by the cheeks and they put their lips together in a somewhat anxious kiss for all the time they had been waiting for this, a kiss a little desperate but full of love or the beginning of a love story.

You both separated when some moans were heard and you got up to hold the baby in your arms, you smiled seeing her, and looked at him.

"I think she likes you," you whispered smiling seeing how the baby took Chris's finger with her little hand and looked at him with her mouth half-open.

"You're right," you turned to look at him, "When she looks into your eyes she steals your heart, now it's hers" you smiled next to him and kissed the baby's forehead.

You caressed the baby's head gently, "Welcome to our little family, Chris," you both looked at each other smiling and gave each other a little kiss and then stayed with the baby for a while, giving cuddles, affection, and love to this little human who came to bring you both together again.

[crlandclcckhart]

"No, I don't." And that was something he would be eternally grateful for. It wasn't a mistake he planned to make twice. If there was anything Orlando could say about himself, it was that when he did the wrong thing, he fixed it afterwards and didn't do it again. "I do." Orlando stated with an amused smile on his features. Cyrus really seemed to have so little idea of how much of a catch he really was. Orlando didn't doubt that he'd be the only one who would be envious of whoever was lucky enough to deserve Cyrus' attention. "As for doing it on your own, if it really came to that, I know you could do it. Think about all the love you have to give everyone on a daily basis. If you can do that for so many, you can do it for your family. Besides, you will always have support around you. We will all make sure of that. You'd never be doing it on your own." Orlando assured him, softly. "But I understand that. Having someone to celebrate the little things with or share the tough times with... really it's a blessing. Or so I'd imagine anyway." Mostly, he missed the intimacy of a relationship, being able to wake up with someone's arm around you or a person initiating a hug. "You never imagine it'll be this hard to find your person when you were younger do you."

"You don't have to miss out on any of it anymore," he reminded him warmly. Orlando had sounded genuinely regretful even if he had not actually done anything wrong. "Ah, thanks for saying that," Cyrus spoke softly. It was kind. "I don't know about that whole broken hearts thing but I do know I want to be a dedicated, supportive, loving and present parent," he nodded. He wanted to be everything his own parents weren't. He wanted to have someone in his life that he could give all the love and attention to that he had never gotten himself. He tried to do that every day with his friends and students but there was something different when it came to having a family of his own. "Sometimes I wonder if I'd be able to do it on my own but... there's nothing like having someone else to share all of it with, you know?"

[minisugakoobies]

One year ago this month, I joined tumblr. I'd been a silent reader for several months and decided it was time to create an account so I could start letting all the fantastic authors I'd found know how much I loved their stories. I figured it would just be me shouting into the void about my love for BTS and the fandom.

After a few months, I decided to get back into writing fanfic. I remember posting my first story in June and thinking, well, even if this doesn't get any notes, at least I created something that I loved. This fandom gave me the gift of rekindling my love for fanfic and for that I will be eternally grateful.

I never expected any of this. Never expected anyone to follow me, or send me messages, or tag me in posts. Never expected anyone to read my stuff, or comment on it, or share it for others to see. Never expected to make so many friends.

I'll be honest. Those "follow forever" posts give me anxiety - I'm not doing one because I'm afraid I'd miss someone. And the truth is, if you're seeing these words, all this love that is pouring out of my heart is for you, anyway. So no need for tags.

Since I recently did both an Ask My Muse and a Milestone Drabble Celebration, I tried to think of something else I could do to celebrate this anniversary. I'm a little too busy at the moment to open up requests, so for now I'm just going to try offering a permanent taglist. So if you'd like to be tagged in all of my upcoming stories, please click that link!

To all my amazing moots, my beautiful writer friends, my incredible readers, all my dear followers, anyone who has ever read my stuff and interacted with it, anyone who has ever interacted with me - thank you. For everything.

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Writing Update

[rwprincess]

Two Worlds Collided

Masterlist

A/N: Oh, an anachronistic songfic from RWPrincess? But this time it’s about John Bender! :D Inspired by Never Tear Us Apart (originally by INXS in 1987, but I particularly like this Paloma Faith version)

Word Count: 2K

Synopsis: Bender met reader at the Breakfast Club and the two seemed like opposites, but they shared a common hidden sadness. Over the years, feelings and relationships change.

CW: Swearing, sexuality, Bender being a general asshole

Bender had met her the same way everyone in the Breakfast Club had, on the Saturday detention on March 24th. He had seen her in the hallways prior to that as he was always observant. He had seen everyone in the Breakfast Club before that day; but he hadn’t given her much thought. Now, he was paying attention to little else. He had no idea why he was drawn to her; they were both so different and he could never picture himself with a goody-two-shoes like that. But the way she had reacted to his more vulnerable, real moments, how she tried to make a connection with him...that stuck with him. He knew he should have learned from his disastrous blow-up with Claire that two people who were so different just wouldn’t work out. He repeated this to himself over and over, like a mantra, but it never changed how he actually felt.

After the breakup, the Breakfast Club had a split between those who chose Bender and those who chose Claire. Of course, Andrew sided with Claire unconditionally, but John considered that as no big loss. Allison tried to play the middle ground and Johnson had sided more with him, but he was surprised at the wholehearted backing he received from Y/N. He had assumed that she would either try to be neutral like Allison, or pick Claire. She had no reason to side with him, he had always come off as an aloof ass. But she had, and he was eternally grateful for that. He had originally decided to get together with Claire because the notion had a hot, forbidden quality to it. They spent time insulting each other and making out to make up for it. It was as passionate as it was destructive, so of course it couldn’t last. However, when he was alone and reflected to himself, he had been attracted to Y/N all along. She was hot, yes, but he had plenty of good-looking girls to choose from. He was more drawn to that kind, quiet inside she had displayed that day. How she had gone out of her way numerous times to reach out to him and had been genuinely nice to him. Most of the time, someone only did that to gain something for themselves. Whether it was to use him or to make themselves feel better, it depended on the person, but with Y/N that never felt like it was the case.

Don't ask me

What you know is true

Don't have to tell you

I love your precious heart

He thought back to the first time he saw her on that Saturday, walking into the library and looking so out of place. He was already adjusting into his spot when she entered and she froze in front of all the tables like a deer-in-the-headlights, as if she had just materialized there and had no clue what she was doing. He remembered feeling both attracted to that doe-eyed look and scoffing internally at it. While she wasn’t part of the cliques that Andrew and Claire were, she had a very sheltered look to her and he was envious of that type of innocence. Her ignorance must have been bliss compared to the hell he lived each day at school and at home. She was just as out of place as the preppies or ultra-dweeb Johnson, but instead of being offended by that notion, she looked terrified. She meekly put her items on the front-row desk opposite to him and he thought about all the fun he could poke at everyone here, including her. However, the first blow did not land well. Bender loved making people uncomfortable, but he didn’t necessarily want to make them cry. He’d made some off-handed remark towards her. He had been circling her and eyeing her, employing the discomfort he liked inflicting, trying to ‘guess’ why she was in detention. “I bet you were caught fooling around with a teacher, right? Always the quiet ones that you’d least suspect…”

John Bender rarely regretted his words or actions. He knew he was an asshole and let unfiltered thoughts through so that he could be the center of attention. In doing so, he had to stand by all the shit he said, even when he crossed a line. This was one of the scattered occasions in which he felt remorse, though. She didn’t reply, not verbally, anyway, but she looked scared shitless and was rooted to the spot. Tears instantly sprang up in her eyes and she looked as if she were about to hurl right on his combat boots. He backed off after that. He didn’t apologize, because that’s not something John Bender could have on his reputation, but he didn’t target her. There was something so sincere about her reaction and he saw himself reflected in that expression. Not the tough-as-nails persona he projected, but his secret self who had seen too much too early in life and could barely stand another blow. He didn’t know what her deal was, but there was a heavy sadness behind those eyes that was far too real for him to tamper with.

When he had shown the group his souvenir for spilling paint in his garage, courtesy of his father, she must have seen that reflection back. No one in that group actually knew him. They all thought he was a lying sack of shit; what could he say? His reputation preceded him. But he caught her gaze as he backed away from the group, and the sadness in her recognized the sadness in him. He felt an odd sort of click, a mutual understanding, but he turned away from them all and trashed the library.

I, I was standing

You were there

Two worlds collided

And they could never tear us apart

That was months ago, and out of everyone he met that day, she was the one who truly stuck by him. He’d surprisingly connected with Johnson, sure. Everybody likes to get high and Bender was the supplier. And he and Allison had similar interests, but she wouldn’t give up Andrew and with that territory came Claire...there was just no going back to that. But Bender still had Y/N, and he could never understand it. The first time he had brought her into his friend circle, he tried to justify it as sticking to his word and ‘having the balls to stand up to his friends’ like he had told Claire to do. He also reasoned that it was some sort of social experiment. As much as he liked to portray himself as someone who couldn’t care less, Bender was entirely social. He craved attention and admiration for others and could read just about anyone like a book. Maybe that’s why he didn’t mess with Y/N after that first comment landed so wrongly. He felt like he knew exactly what she was thinking and feeling and decided to back off. However, it wasn’t just some ‘watch and see how she interacts’ set up; Bender genuinely wanted her there. He wanted to integrate her into his life.

She was still extremely quiet, mostly a speak-when-you’re-spoken-to type, but he started to peel back layers in her personality. He found that, despite that lurking sadness, there was an unending pool of optimism. She tried to see the best in situations and in people. She meshed incredibly well with his friends because she listened instead of judged. She would nod along like she knew exactly what they were talking about and how they felt. He started to develop an attachment to her. While he was still dating Claire, he told himself it was akin to having a pet. Y/N was like a goldfish that he could tell his problems to and know the secret would be kept. But after Claire, he realized that wasn’t the case...particularly when he sought Y/N’s comfort above all else. He divulged the entire last big fight he and Claire had to her, and she was just so...reassuring. After that day, he began to see her in a different light. He argued with himself over what his feelings and intentions actually were, but he couldn’t keep them at bay for long. She was good for Bender. He had never felt lighter.

Of course, Bender had not known stability in his life ever, and the risk of falling for Y/N and having it mean something and being accountable to one person overwhelmed him. He did what he knew best: he fought it and ran away from it. At first, he tried to avoid her, just distance himself. But he’d gravitate back; being without her was too heavy to bear. He wanted to try to actively push her away, to fuck up this relationship with his words, just like he did with everything else. But when he opened his mouth to try to lie, to say he didn’t need her or want her around or whatever, he would look into her eyes and it became impossible. He remembered the way he had shaken her to her core the first day they met, and he couldn’t allow himself to bring that sadness up again in her.

We could live for a thousand years

But if I hurt you

I'd make wine from your tears

Eventually, he gave in. While he was able to control his words to not say anything harmful, he wasn’t able to contain them from slipping up and telling her, “Dammit, I love you!” It wasn’t in a context that could be taken as joking or being said flippantly; she knew immediately what he meant and that he meant those words, wholly.

She took his face in her hands and told him, “I love you, too.” There was no turning back, and as the years passed, they fell deeply in love. He'd dug up her secrets and fears, but she seemed to trust him enough to not use them against her in any way. They both dreaded the prospect of never getting out of Shermer and falling into the same circular trap their parents had. However, he reassured her that the moment they had the opportunity, they would bust out of there. He lucked out that Claire had never asked for her diamond earring back. It was probably one of many and she had forgotten she had even given it to him as a token. He decided to pawn it to top-off the savings he and Y/N had accrued. "You're too good for me, you're sure as hell too good for this place,'' he told her. The trade-in was enough to get them out of town and start anew, but only one of them could really ‘move up’ for now. While they argued back and forth about who should get to pursue which dream, Bender rationalized to her, “I was barely cut out for high school. I can’t really do college. And that’s okay. You’re the brains in this relationship, I’m the beauty.” He winked at her and with her laughter as response, that sealed the deal of who was going to school.

I told you

That we could fly

'Cause we all have wings

But some of us don't know why

She searched the crowd, holding her diploma. Bender had supported her both financially and emotionally these last four years and now they had the degree to prove it. She felt pride in being able to take over from him and let him follow a new path. He had always been good with his hands, but despite his protests, he was good with his mind too. He was a sharp-thinker and she knew that he could make a career that he loved out of that. She’d be there to push and brace him as he had done for her. Finally, she spotted him. When their eyes connected, she felt that same crackle that she had the first day they had met, all those years ago. Before the friendship and the love, she knew there was a spark there, that they were two of a kind, even though they were so different.

I, I was standing

You were there

Two worlds collided

And they could never tear us apart

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hello. It's the anonymous quests giver again. I'd like to challenge you to write a fic or scenario based on your interpretation of :

damaged ideals, shooting star, broken heels

Character : Haitani Rindou

Please take your time if you decide to accept this challenge. Have a nice day, Challenger!

P.S : so few people accepted my challenge. I appreciate you a lot

Okay, but I AM SO EXCITED to see that you dropped by again! I was thinking about sending you a vague "hey I would like another one pls" but I didn't know how to get in contact with you or if you would even SEE it. So imagine my face when I see your request in my inbox! I was like:

I love this. I'm so grateful to you.

Still Life: Rindou Haitani x Fem!Reader

wc: 2.1k

tw: NSFW

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The sky is a deep grey.

Everything outside is dreary and foreboding, and if you'd paid attention to the signs more, you might have avoided the tragedy that was set to befall you.

"Listen, Shuji, I can't push the deadline up any further," you gripe, talking on your cell phone in the midst of the Roppongi traffic. People are pushing against you, ignoring your urgency for theirs, and progressing on with their lives as if there's no one else that matters except themselves.

"You're going to have to do something," your boss sighs into the phone. "I don't have much time left to dedicate to the proposal, and you'll need to take over the project at some point."

"Fine," you quip, stepping onto the air vent in the middle of the sidewalk. "I'll just-- ah!"

The snapping sound of your heel and the feeling of tilting over into the traffic-ridden street goes in slow motion, and for a second, you see the headlights of a car and your life flashing before your eyes at the same time.

Imagine, you think to yourself. This is how I die. In the street.

Images of your childhood flash quickly, the memories of your adolescent life go by just as fast, and your first seven years of your twenties roll by in agonizing slowness.

You hadn't done much. You hadn't lived. You hadn't really been the person you imagined you would be when you grew up. And now, there's no time to go back and change that.

"We were kids back then. We can't hold on to the past."

"Oh, fuck!" is the last thing you hear before your world goes dark, and you're dropped into an endless eternity.

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Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Your ears are ringing.

Are your ears supposed to ring when you're dead?

And your head is throbbing painfully. No, you're not dead. Things aren't supposed to hurt when you're no longer alive.

"...just checking in on how she's doing..." The voice of your ex-boyfriend filters in through the muck, and you part your lips to speak.

"Rindou?" Shoes clack against the tile flooring, and you hear the sound of someone coming up to the bed. "Is that you?" Your words are slurred, but you swear you feel a hand ghost across your palm.

"I'm here." You want to open your eyes to see your former lover, but you can't. Your head hurts too much for you to try to do that right now.

"What happened after I fell?"

"You were knocked out for a few days. You hit your head pretty hard."

"Yeah..." You groan a little, trying to angle your head toward his gentle voice, but a sharp pain prevents you from doing so. "How'd you find out I was here?" Last you checked, Rindou hadn't been in Roppongi for years. It had been an amicable breakup for you when he went to jail, but you'd kept in contact with the Haitani brothers during their trapezing across the country via social media, watching them grow up from a distance. Rindou inhales, then smooths his fingers across your upper arm.

"I heard from Ran. He was in town." You hum and Rindou continues. "I was worried for a little while there. They said you'd be fine, but you'll need care after leaving the hospital."

"Care?"

"Your legs are pretty messed up, and it looks like you might have some brain trauma after all of this. But don't worry." You can hear the smile in Rindou's tender voice. "I'll have you come stay with me. I'll take care of you if you want."

"Take care of me? Do you even live in Roppongi?"

"I have a few residences here and there," Rindou mutters. "Don't worry. Everything will be taken care of."

Rindou takes you with him two days later, and a modern mansion looms in the near distance toward the end of your drive from the hospital; massive windows and lush, green lawn startling you into silence before you can find the words to speak.

"How can you afford to live in this house?" you croak, your mouth drying up as Rindou pulls into his driveway. He smiles at you with that cheeky grin you know and love and replies,

"I've got a lot of profitable hobbies," he laughs, parking the car and opening his door. You're a little worried as he pulls out your wheelchair and rolls it to your side of the car, but as he eases you into the chair, you feel the worry pass. "I'll have dinner ready at eight, and I have someone coming to help wash and clothe you."

"Huh?" You look over your shoulder as Rindou pushes you up the path to the door, and he peers down at you with his violet eyes, raising a brow. "Why all of that? I can put my own clothes on and--"

"Two healing legs doesn't make for adequate washing situations."

"But hiring someone who is a full-time caretaker is--"

"Not a problem for me. Don't you see where I live?" You go silent again, watching Rindou push one of the doors open and then wheel you inside. "I'll take you to your room so you can get acclimated. There's a little call box if you need me, and I'll send up your caretaker when they get here."

"Thank you, Rin," you whisper, placing a hand on his. "You really don't have to do this."

"Oh, y/n, it's my pleasure." He leans down to kiss your cheek. "Can't let my favorite girl just suffer, can I?"

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You awake from your dreams in sweat most nights, the sound of your own breathing the only thing you can hear in the lavish room decorated just for you, with your things and some trinkets Rindou insisted you have. (Like the little glow stars on your ceiling that mimicked your bedroom in your apartment and the box filled with crafting parts for you to do in your spare time).

But tonight, you feel your anxiety building past its usual threshold, and you try your best to calm down, but to no avail. The blue "call" button looms to your left, and you consider reaching your hand out to press it, thus waking Rindou from his sleep so he can help you get some water or something to calm down. But you're frozen still, hand not daring to move in the darkness.

So, you lay there, praying to the fake stars above your head that something would ease your suffering, your pain. You pray as hard as you can to a god you're not even sure exists that someone would walk by and feel the tension in your body from outside of the door and come to rescue you from yourself.

You suppose this god doesn't exist because no one comes to your aid.

Not at all.

And in the morning, your caretaker comes in, followed by Rindou, who is still dressed in his nightclothes. His lavender hair is tousled around his face as if he just woke up, but he beams at you anyway, whispering,

"How'd you sleep, y/n?"

"I didn't." Your admission shocks both Rindou and the caretaker, who quickly excuses herself.

"And you didn't call for help?" You look away from Rindou, slightly ashamed but resolute in your decision.

"No. I..." Rin approaches you carefully, taking your hand in his and stroking the back of it slowly. "I didn't want to wake you."

"I was up all night." The words hit your core, and you frown deeply, trying your best not to cry. Rindou hated to see you cry when you were younger; you imagine it hasn't changed now. "What happened that kept you up?"

"Bad dreams," you reply. Rindou opens his mouth, but closes it, then opens it again, murmuring,

"You'll come sleep in my bed, then. I'll stay with you through the night, so you don't feel threatened, okay?" You hesitantly nod, and Rin stands up, scooping you into his arms. "For now, let's get you back to sleep. I've got a nice California King bed that needs warming." You want to laugh, or at least giggle, but as you place your arms around your ex, you wonder how many girls he's been with since you. It wouldn't be out of your jurisdiction to ask, but part of you doesn't want to know how many women he's had in his bed during your umpteen years of separation.

Rindou senses your uncertainty as he slips you under the navy covers, and his lavender eyes roll to the other side of the bed gradually.

"I haven't had another person in this bed since I bought it," he notes, and you grunt once. "I suppose it would be nice to know what it feels like to..." Rindou trails off, mouth turning down. "Anyway, I'll be at work at my desk if you need me." The man retreats after kissing your hand, walking across the plush carpet to a heavy wooden desk by a large window. You watch him type away at his computer, stopping every so often to note something on a legal pad beside his keyboard before going back to whatever he was doing, and your eyes close slowly; your mind finally at peace with someone you knew would protect you from any and all harm.

Even from yourself.

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The sounds of kissing echo in the dimly lit living room, your bruised hips resting on the cushion of the couch and legs carefully placed in Rin's lap. You suppose the wine with dinner caused you to do this... caused you to run your hands along his shoulder and press a kiss to the inside of his wrist. You suppose the wine also made him whisper how much he loved you still - after all those years - and how he was glad you were healing. And you suppose that's how you arrived on the couch, exchanging deep kisses with the man you'd left in a juvenile detention center.

"You're all I can think about," Rindou admits, a gentle hand resting on your heavily bruised legs. They'd been wrapped in bandages previously, but mid-makeout session, he'd stopped attending to them and tended to your lips instead. "I'm so glad Ran called me."

"I am, too," you whimper, threading your fingers through his hair. "I've missed you." Rindou kisses down your neck, his breath warm and comforting against your skin. You'd never gotten past heavy petting with Rin when you were dating, but now... even though your legs are still healing, you want his affection more than ever.

You guide the hand that's on your legs to the waistband of your pants, and Rindou groans into your mouth, sliding his fingers past it. You part your legs slightly, letting him slip a finger into you carefully.

"You're already wet for me," he purrs into your ear, and your hips buck into his hand at the thought of him taking you on the couch, ramming his cock inside of your pussy, and making you cum over and over again. You gasp, and Rindou captures your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging gently. "Such a beautiful woman..." The finger inside of you moves at a moderate pace, stroking your g-spot while his thumb moves across the bud of your clit.

"Rindou," you exclaim, but he just gives you a lazy smile, his half-lidded eyes full of lust.

"Tell me if this hurts," he warns, then slides another finger into you, which your lips easily accept and suck into your cunt. "Feels so good," Rindou moans, eyes fluttering closed. "You're so amazing."

You accept his praise with soft moans and whimpers, rolling your sore hips into his hands and relishing in the pain-pleasure of his motions. The sounds of your arousal replace the earlier sounds of your kissing, the soft but sharp clicking noises imitating it.

"Rindou..." The panted name is enough to make him go faster, hand moving at a breakneck speed. "Rin! I'm gonna cum... I... oh, god!" You shudder in his grip, body clenching and unclenching in the same way your pussy clenches around his fingers. You ride your high out, eyes fluttering in the soft lighting, and Rindou whispers about how much he loves the way you look when you cum, when you moan his name, when you give him everything he's ever wanted.

"You've always been so good to me." He slides his fingers out of you and deposits them in his mouth, licking them clean as his other hand lays across your hips. "Now let me be good to you."