#ik he got new pants but i think this is more fun

[moookar]

Here’s my s5 Arthur design :) he’s rocking the medieval breastplate and 1930s dress shoes

[sturnluvs]

Chapter 5-7

16-17

We had our fun and Nick and Matt come in my room and interrupt

"Excuse but when did yall start doing the dirty tango"

"Let's just say this isn't our first time" we both say in unison

"Ok ew"

"Whatever go away you two .i ask do you want to go to the mall" I continue

"Yes please" she says

Chris and I head to mall and we just hung out and sat down after buying clothes for myself him and my baby niece . As we were hanging out . I walked to throw away from food . And bumped into someone spilling there  strawberry refresher on them

"Omg I'm so sorry"

"Look girl idk who you are but he the hell out of my way"she say

"What he fuck is going on here .Brittany?" He looked disgusted actually see this bitch

"Chris it's so good to see you . Hey so I was thinking about you and Ik we broke up but"

"I already moved on Brittany" Chris says holding my hand

"With her ew . But Chris she spilled my drink all over me .can you help clean and maybe get me some new clothes"

"Nah you definitely did deserve what you did to me and Matt you stupid bitch"

"What did you do to Matt and my boyfriend"

"She started dating both of us secretly then got fight cheating on me and him then that's how we found out she had three boyfriends at the same time"

"Funny because that's how my brother found out his girlfriend was dating 'twins' wait your that Brittany no wonder you never came around when my brother was dating you. You did something you changed my brothers whole life"

"What is he like dead did he kill himself and he's laws gonna be in love with me"

"No hes gay and he's also dating Nick Chris's triplet brother"

"Whatever" she tries to snatch my bag gucci . When I payed for myself. I pulled away and she fell .

"Security"Chris yells

We told them everything and they he the rip and escort  her out of the mall

We drove home

"Who was she Chris?" I ask

"She's an ex girlfriend of mine but like I said me and Matt both ended things with her and I didn't get mad at him he didn't get mad at me .

"I'm so sorry she did that to you"

"Eh I'm over it . She was toxic to me too even before the whole Matt thing started and even a gold digger toward him which was also unfair"

"Did you guys ever uhm well"

"No babe you and you only was my first time"

"Really"

"Yea really"

"Hey Chris do you have like a semi-public kink"

"Yeah a little why"

"Oh no reason . But can we stop at Kohl's. I want to get something for Madi for her birthday

(Ik her birthday was 2 days ago but better late then never)

"Her birthday passed"

"Ya Ik but I couldn't see her then please"

"Sure"

"Can you park in the back and wait here I'll only be like 10 minutes I promise"

"Why not I want to do a TikTok anyway"

"Maybe I'll be in time to crash it"

"That the plan" he says parking the car

"See in ten minutes"

I kiss him and head out to the car . He honked at which scared me . There was no one around so I twerked a for fun and went into Kohl's

I got Madi some new bedsheets and pillows

I knock on the trunk and he opens it

"Why you getting in through the trunk"

"Oh no reason"

"Ok"

I get in the seat behind him and I start throwing my clothes at him

The thing is I brought an outfit very similar to mine so he thought I as getting undressed

"Babe why are your clothes off"

"Why can't they be"

"Because we're in a parking lot

Are only staying here because Matt said he was here on a date in some restaurant and the girl drove him only because I have the car and he don't end liking her so clothes get back on now please"

"He'll only be like 10 more minutes cmon have a little fun Chris"

He saw that I was fully dressed"

"You little trickster your to cute"

He says getting in the back seat

"We have ten minutes I'll make that the best ten minutes of your life" he smirks he pulls me ontop of him and starts to kiss me

10 minutes later

She's panting like crazy

Alright then my work here is done now rest up now Matt's coming

"I love Hey Chris hey manda you alright there"

"Oh yes I'm wondering" she says out of breath

"Ok ew yall really did it in the family car"

"Oh shut up" she said "don't act like you don't do this kind of shit with your girlfriend"

"I don't have a girlfriend"

"Exactly"

"Ok Amanda don't be mean

We head home

17-18

"I love Hey Chris hey manda you alright there"

"Oh yes I'm wonderful" she says out of breath

"Ok ew yall really did it in the family car"

"Oh shut up" she said "don't act like you don't do this kind of shit with your girlfriend"

"I don't have a girlfriend"

"Exactly"

"Ok Amanda don't be mean

We head home

As we head home I went to nicks room . I layed on the bed waiting for Nick

"Gn matt gn Chris. Hey Amanda what you doing here"

"Hey can I sleep here tonight"

"Ofc but is there a reason why you don't want to sleep with Chris"

A look in here eyes tells him everything

"Oh I'm sorry girl I can get you chocolate or make Chris go get them"

You shook your head no

"I just don't feel comfortable with him on it . He's gonna want to do it and as much I as I want as well it's just to embarrassing"

"You fall asleep ok ima gonna play video games and I'll lower the volume and brightness alr"

"Ok gn"

Chris pov

As I walk in the house I see Amanda go up to Chris's room .

I see Nick go to the kitchen and I follow her upstairs. She reaches in her bag and grabs a pad

She comes out and she lays on her bed I go downstairs then downstairs again to my room

"Gn matt gn Chris" I hear Nick say

"Gn" I respond

Why doesn't Amanda want to sleep with me . I'll be glad to take care of her and give lots love care and love

In the morning

Amanda's pov

I wake up and go to nicks bathroom

"Uh nick nick wake up"

"Hmh"

"Did you get me a basket full of chocolate and my favorite sweets and chips

"No I didn't gurl I don't even know your #1 favorite Chips you eat a lot of chips not trying to be mean" he says going back to sleep

"Then maybe Chris ?"

"How would he had gotten that and snuck in my room"

"Maybe Matt helped him"

"I'm up I smell pancakes"

I place the basket on his desk and head downstairs with Nick

"Hey babe did you get me a basket full of my favorite things"

"No I didn't"

"That only leaves Matt"

"You got my girl a gift basket !?"

"Well you didn't so I had to"!

Sorry chapter 6 was short

I place the basket on his desk and head downstairs with Nick

"Hey babe did you get me a basket full of my favorite things"

"No I didn't"

"That only leaves Matt"

"You got my girl a gift basket !?"

"Well you didn't so I had to"!

"Thanks Matt that's really sweet of you"

She goes to up hug him but Chris stops her

"Don't you try to even hug him in front of me

"Chris what the fuck"! I get out of his grip and hug Matt

Nick comes up to me

"Are you ok" I hug him and whispered

"Nick I'm gonna go home I had more things to help in my apartment I don't want *dare stare at chris* to be around me rn" I whispered back

"Your stuff is in my room Matt and I moved it this morning because we both figured how he was gonna be"

"Thank you"

"Amanda I'm sorry"

"No your not Christoper"

"Babe"

"You have no reason to yell at me for stoping me hugging Matt he got me a basket and you didn't I just wanted to hug him . I'm going home and I won't come for 3 weeks i don't want to see you,nick if you want to hangout come to my place"

"Yes ofc Matt walk her out would you" he says walking up to his room"

"Ofc cmon on Amanda"

"I'm going to my room Matt"

"Ya ok"

Amanda walks to her car

"Thank you for the basket Matt I appreciate it"

"Ofc if Chris wasn't gonna do it I wanted to do a nice gesture"

"Well I'll better go I'm gonna be late"

"Gn amanda"

Amanda gives him a quick kiss on the cheek

Matt just stares at her

"Well you better get going ima go talk with Chris about what's he's done today .  Nick and I already talked we are coming over tomorrow and we'll leave early so Chris doesn't come with us"

"Gn Matt"

I got in my car and drove off

Matt's pov

I get to Chris's room .

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you Chris"

"What's wrong with me what's wrong with you you couldn't have given me credit for what you got her I feel bad  ok I didn't k ow she was on her period alright!"

"She told me she might want to break up with you"

"No she didn't she's only gonna take a break from me for a while"

"She told me and drove off"

Chris gets a text a long ass text from you

Chris I love you and I'm sorry but I'm not just gona take a break . If you ever treat me like that or yell at me like that and your brothers have to apologize for your behavior is very unacceptable. You will not come over I will not go over to your house . I'm gonna breaking up with you and you can't see that you messed up and you won't fix it in the next 3 weeks. Show me respect shower me with gifts for your personal benefit please what I mean if you decide if that's the way to go to spoil me . I love being spoiled but not for the wrong reason . I don't want you to text back because I don't want to be tempted to come back so quickly.

I read the text and give it to Matt

"See what I mean just give her space for a while"

"I need to apologize to her now because she does something stupid"

"Well I'm driving you"

"That's fine I went with Laura yesterday I passed bye!"

"Wait what"

"I'll talk about it later"

Chris's pov

I get in the car and drive to her apartment

I get to the door

"Babe Ik your here your car is here cmon open up please"

"Go away Chris"

"Ik I'm sory I didn't realize you were on your period . I shouldn't have yelled and Ik I wouldn't yell at you any more please just let me in"

She unlocks the door

"You made me cry Chris . Your brother got me something and you forgot you yelled at me for idk what I'm upset"

"Baby I'm sorry"

"I'm not your baby anymore can you just go"

"But Amanda"

"Sorry"

She closes the door

I drag myself down the wall

A few minutes later

"What are you doing here" a voice said it was her sister

"I fucked up real bad"

"She broke with you didn't she"

"Yeah"

"What happened"

"I yelled at her because she went to go hug Matt to thank him for the basket of her favorite things that I didn't get her"

"That was stupid of you"

"Ik ik don't remind me ok"

She knocks on the door

"Mandy it's your sister let me in"

She does so

"Can you leave and go to your house" she said and closes the door

I hear her crying

I just get to the car

"Fuck fuck fuck why did I have to do that she was just thanking my brother fuck fuck fuck"

I drove home

"Hey Chris where did you go" nicks voice drifts off as ignore him and go down to my room

"Matt what's with him"

"Manda broke up with it's him"

"I thought they were just taking a break"

"She sent a whole message saying it and she told me"

"Wasn't she just trying to thank you for the basket?"

"Yup well I have to meet Madi and Laura for dinner tonight"

"Why is that"

"Laura is setting me up with someone and Madi just cam along"

"Oh ok then bye ig wait how did Chris go and come back he can't drive"

"He took a test with Laura at the dmv and passed"

"Wait what the FUCK"!

"Yup byeeeee!

Nicks pov

I go down to Chris's room

"Chris let me in I want to talk"

"Go away Nick I'm not in the mood"

Nick goes upstairs and gets a can of pepper so in the fridge and he goes back downstairs

"Can you let me in I have a nice ice cold Pepsi"

Chris then opens the door

"Here you go can I talk to you"

"Sure whatever man"

"So I heard you and Amanda broke up officially"

"No not officially I'm gonna make it up to her"

"So why couldn't she hug Matt?"

"Ok listen I didn't know she was on her period ok I don't track it ok my phone"

"Well I do I'll give you the app and it'll tell you when she'll start then you can shower her with the gifts even if your not together she'll still appreciate it"

"Thanks a man ig"

"Listen Chris you know you messed up . Why couldn't she hug Matt"

"I heard someone say he had feeling for her and i believed I didn't want her to hug him and him to get the wrong message or like idea"

"He's your brother he wouldn't

[clintbennet]

Blue eyes watched the man as he adjusted his signing, showing it to him a couple more times, he was sure if anyone was watching, the scene would look pretty ridiculous but in time Ike got it right which Clint signaled with a 'perfect' which looked like him making the 'ok' symbol with both his hands snapping them out from his chest and adding a little wink towards the other. Now that the tension had passed and both Clint and Ike were using sign language, Clint was feeling a sense of acceptance he hadn't felt in... damn it had been about a year and a half since Athena passed, maybe a little over. She was the last one he openly used sign language with, the last person he didn't feel like he had to hide this part of himself, well the first and last person he felt like he didn't have to hide anything with. This realization dawning on him gave him mixed emotions but more than anything, Ike's unquestioning acceptance and even encouragement made him hopeful that he would feel that way again, maybe not always, he didn't feel like he could wish for something like that, but with one person that would be fantastic.

Head nodded at Ike's guess. "That's what I'm hopin' fer." If luck were on their side the place was still untouched though he had a feeling chances of that were slim, maybe if someone did hit it before them they left some things that their community could use. When Ike signed as he spoke Clint gave a smile and nodded, signing back "no zombies" which was a pretty fun sign, arms out in front alternating bobbing up and down like how zombies were shown walking in those old movies. "Y'can be as subtle or dramatic with that one as y'want." He pointed out with a laugh, hoping Ike would opt for the dramatics. " 'less someone holed themselves up in there near th'beginnin'."

After walking up the hill and Ike catching his attention popping up beside him he nodded his head and took a moment to think, staring forward as he listed off the things in his head. "Startin' t' feel that chill in the air, first thought would be more coats n' thermal pants fer the kids, feel like some a' the adults could use some newer coats too. Starter fluid 'n space heaters could be useful fer those colder nights. Not t'mention the more obvious things, can't have too many guns n' ammo n' I doubt David or th'rest of the hunters would mind more arrows, maybe some new bows. Maybe some stuff t'attract more game like deer bait." He glanced over to Ike to gauge his reaction. "Those are just some things off th'top of m'head, feel like with winter comin' the more prepared we are, the better."

Ike watched Clint demonstrating the sign and then tried it a few times himself until Clint seemed satisfied, before nodding to set it in his memory. There were plenty of highly-educated people in Redwood -- hell, Mayra was a certified genius -- but despite not being one of them, Ike trusted his own abilities to be quick on the uptake when it came to the things that would keep his people alive outside of the walls.

After being in Clint's company, now that the guy was able to sign 'out loud', so to speak, in front of Ike, he'd catch on more and more as time went by. It would be good. Beneficial in all directions.

Clint wanted to carry on and Ike was fine with that; turning back wouldn't be a waste, exactly, but he was stingy about time spent this far past the wire without anything to return with. Especially when he had somebody with him who wasn't one of his raiders. They made it to the place without any incident and Ike listened to Clint's rundown of how he'd last seen the shop.

"It sounds like walkers wouldn't have any reason to bust into the place, at least," Ike said, agreeing, "only people we gotta worry about is people." The last part was pretty colloquial so Ike added signs in. If he got them wrong, Clint hadn't had any shyness about teaching Ike the correct way before, so he figured Clint would do that again if it was necessary.

He loped up to walk alongside the other man as they made their way up the hill, not wanting Clint to have to keep turning around to see if Ike was still there. "Is there something specific you're hoping for?" Ike asked, keeping the question short and to the point.

[giyyuzz]

back 2 u — lee heeseung.

pairing. heeseung x f!reader

genre. childhood friends to strangers to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, slight angst.

warning(s). swearing, mentions of bruises.

summary. butterflies always found their home again in your stomach whenever you saw heeseung wrapped in the warm spring breeze, destiny and the decisions you both make in life make your paths cross several times unintentionally, although they repeatedly parted ways, in the end you always end up going back to the other.

note. this is my part for my beloved @moonsluvr's "in between the lines" collab. i hope you enjoy it cause it's especially for you! ik it's late but happy birthday love, i love you.

wc. 4.3k

You fell in love for the first time on a sunny spring morning, at the age of 6.

"Hi, I'm Lee Heeseung!"

You looked at the small hand that had multiple paint stains of all colors that was extended towards you to take it. This was the first time you saw him and the first thing that caught your attention, apart from the fact that he was almost completely covered in paint making his clothes a rainbow, was his bright smile which was missing a tooth and his beautiful eyes.

"Hi." your voice was barely above a whisper as you shook his hand shyly, noticing how it left a red stain on yours.

The boy who said his name was Heeseung stared at you, waiting for you to keep talking so he could know your name. Only after a few seconds in silence did you realize why his eyes didn't even want to blink, in case he missed any detail, when you finished telling him your name you were already holding back a few tears due to the embarrassment you felt.

One of the first things your mom told you was that you should always introduce yourself to the children who approached you and it was the first thing you forgot.

"Nice to meet you! Do you want to be my friend? I was painting a drawing I made myself, if you want you can help me." if you had to be honest you never met someone so energetic and cheerful before. The friends you made up until now were the same as you and didn't dare to leave the comfort of your routine and relate to someone outside your small circle.

You remembered your older brothers and how they had plenty of friends and always went out to play in the street with them and sometimes you used to feel jealous about it, so you would give yourself a chance to make new friends even if it was hard at first.

So you accepted. But in the short span of a few minutes you were already on the floor holding your knee with some tears running down your cheeks, without any teacher around to help you.

Now you were beginning to regret making that decision, you were used to playing quietly or just walking through the halls while talking about anything with your classmates, so when Heeseung proposed to play hide and seek you got excited to try something new and more fun.

But the moment you couldn't find him anywhere, about 7 minutes into the break, you began to despair, you were running from one place to the other, you checked all the places you knew although it was useless because it's as if he had disappeared from the planet. Your little mind began to think unimaginable and exaggerated things but the nerves had won over you.

When your crying reached the ears of the boy who was even holding his breath so as not to be found, he came out of hiding almost running with concern marked on his face.

"Are you okay?" He knelt in front of you, looking sideways to see if any teacher would peek out so they could handle the situation. What could a child do to calm someone crying?

A small spotlight was lit on his head, he quickly checked the pockets of his pants and a big smile came to his face when he found what he was looking for, he put in front of your eyes a band-aid with drawings of panda bears to show you that he already had everything under control.

He used to fall and hurt himself quite often so his older brother had given him a box full of those so that he would start taking care of himself a little bit so as not to give his mother too much trouble.

He gently placed it on your injured knee, it was rare to see that in him because of how unruly he turned out to be at all hours. Your wound wasn't that bad but you still flinched at the touch, successfully making the small waterfall in your eyes stop.

"I couldn't find you anywhere." that bothered him a bit, he didn't like to see people get sad because of him.

"I'm sorry."

He looked down as he played with his hands only now noticing how dirty they were from the paint, the thought of painting your face pink flashed through his head. He mustered up some courage and you felt his lips rest on the band-aid he just put on.

you were startled and he didn't even give you a chance to say anything because he ran into the classroom at the sound of the bell.

Maybe you were too young to experience what love really was, but back then you could swear your heart was about to explode and you were scared to feel that way whenever you were with him.

A moment so sweet that later you wrote down in your personal diary with great detail, you didn't want to forget that moment for anything in the world.

It was something new and fresh, like lilies of the valley covered with drops of morning dew. But what could you know? You were just a little brat.

The months passed and whenever you shared a moment that made your stomach turn, you wrote it down and treasured it for yourself. You never told anyone about those emotions that made you feel more alive than ever.

After a few years being the best friends that could exist, you disappeared from the city without notice leaving Heeseung alone.

And from there you didn't know anything about each other.

The day you didn't come to school worried him a lot, but nothing compared to the feeling that shook his body when he went to your house only to see the "for sale" sign outside, with not a single piece of furniture inside.

It was as if all the memories you had shared together were shattered into thousands of pieces, just like his heart and the letter he had written for you, telling you even his deepest feelings for you.

—

The second time you thought you fell in love was a winter afternoon when you were 16 years old.

Spring was just around the corner but these days the cold hadn't given you a single break, today was your first day in a new high school and you already made the mistake of not bringing any coat and letting yourself be fooled by the sun in the morning because now your body was shaking from head to toe.

The snow melted days ago and if you paid attention to your surroundings you could see how the flowers began to bloom, decorating the streets a bit giving them joy, as well as a cute and innocent feeling inside your stomach that tickled your silly heart. The sun's rays fed and gave life to everything every new morning.

You took a deep breath trying to feel the early warmth of the season you loved the most.

And your body completely freezes at the smell of that perfume.

Was all this real? It's as if the whole world had stopped, time ceased to exist, the birds that were flying were frozen in mid-air, and all sounds disappeared, leaving only the rapid beating of your heart pounding your chest with force.

And all because you exchanged glances with him.

Heeseung had been so engraved in your memory and soul that today, after years, you could still recognize the typical smell of his perfume.

But had you really fallen in love again? He was the same person after all and it was as if all those butterflies were coming out of hiding that they refused to leave. They never left.

You watched as he said something to the boy next to him to walk towards you. With each step it's as if he is activating a bomb in your head not knowing what to do or say.

"Hey."

His voice made everything around you return to normal, letting time run again.

You couldn't say anything, there were so many things you wanted to say that in the end they got stuck in your throat. Both of your eyes already said a lot, although it was still not enough for two people who had loved each other so much and then stopped knowing about the other.

You let your body act by itself and quickly passed your arms around hisneck while you hid your face on his chest, the warmth of his body made you feel in paradise and when he passed his hands on your waist a chill ran down your spine. Feeling his touch after missing him for so long gave you goosebumps. It was overwhelming.

When you parted everything was uncomfortable, he raised his shoulders not knowing what to do and you just covered yourself using your arms because of the cold that penetrated inside your light clothes.

"Long time no see," it was as if you had become strangers, though practically You were "you're taller now."

You did your best to make the environment more comfortable, it was the first time you saw each other after years. His eyes were still the same as you remembered them, he was tall, much taller, his bright smile hadn't changed a bit but he was already a bigger person, you could tell just by looking at him that he wasn't still the same 12-year-old boy.

"Are you cold?" he noticed how your body reacted to being outdoors without any source of heat "I don't want you to get sick."

Heeseung didn't even let you reply that he was already taking off the hoodie he was wearing to put it on your head without hesitation.

"Oh but you don't need to!" he didn't even listen to you and from one second to another his hands were already on the edge of the hoodie making sure it covered you completely "now you could get sick."

"I care more about you." he said softly. His face was so close to yours that you had to hold your breath. He was so cute, he smelled so good and his smile mesmerized you in a way that you could die right there.

He was still the same Heeseung as always.

You didn't talk as much as you would've liked, at least you were able to spend a few minutes talking about what you had done with your lives in recent years, although you couldn't concentrate even for a few minutes, your head kept overthinking every action you did and your eyes couldn't stop traveling in his face trying to remember every last inch of him as if you weren't going to see him again for another long period of time.

Only when you got home did you realize how red your cheeks were, you were embarrassed to think that Heeseung saw you all the time with your face burning and your heart beating so loud, you were sure he could hear it.

That night you slept without being able to take off the blue hoodie with some yellow lines and letters that he gave you, it was a silly thought but you could tell that it was something he would buy the second he saw it. You smiled at that, you had missed him so much that you couldn't be able to get away from that smell that comforted you so much in the past and that remained engraved in the depths of your mind.

You hadn't thought about him going to your high school until that moment, he had the same uniform as you so that got you excited because maybe you can be close again and just thinking about being near him increased your heart rate. You felt like in a fairy tale and you hoped you could tell him what your heart been holding.

But when you went the next day he wasn't there. Nor was it the following days.

Even if you were dying of embarrassment, Heeseung was much more important to you, so you had the audacity to ask the person you saw him with, but he just told you that he had left there and he didn't think he'd be back anytime soon. You felt your heart break a second time for the same person.

Your anger spoke for you but you wished you had never seen him that day just to avoid feeling that unbearable pain you didn't want to remember for anything in the world.

It's as if Heeseung had never existed, being all a product of your imagination that so longed to live his love story.

—

Heeseung was like a loose leaf that had been wandering since autumn letting the wind carry it to no particular destination.

That's why the air caught in his throat when he saw you in the cafe he used to go to whenever he needed to clear his mind of it. He had never seen you there before and you didn't seem to be some new employee so he assumed it was because he always picked the times you weren't working.

Feeling so many emotions running through his body made him overwhelmed and dizzy. It was ridiculous that you always met after years in places you least expected, he was tired of that, he was tired of feeling how his heart shrank at your memory and how he cried when he saw you, it erased all the "progress" he was making trying to forget you and he went back 100 steps because he already convinced himself that you weren't meant to be together.

But looking into your eyes always gave him a little hope and he held tight to it, refusing to let go.

It was for that reason that he was too cowardly to approach you, and he simply turned around wanting to leave the place and his feelings as well once and for all. Inwardly begging not to regret his decisions later.

And it looks like the universe heard him for the first time in years.

"Heeseung?"

There weren't many people in the place and he was grateful for it because he could take off his mask and cap calmly without anyone recognizing him, but he was surprised how you could tell it was him just by looking at his figure, his stomach couldn't stop spin around.

Despite the fact that the few who were there stared at him because he had been standing for like 5 minutes without moving, he shrugged it off and walked towards you, with the counter being the only thing that separated you.

"Hey," he smiled at you, "I didn't know you worked here."

"I used to work in the mornings," you didn't know if it was because you hadn't seen him in a long time and you couldn't remember him as well as before but you noticed he was a little sad, you both looked at each other for a few seconds and stayed silent trying to distract yourselves with something "you want a drink?"

"Yeah, of course." Heeseung ordered for his usual.

Everything was damn awkward, you couldn't even talk like you did that time at the high school entrance long ago, everything was worse since you were practically strangers who didn't know anything about each other, just two unknown people who shared a past trying to talk, which would obviously end in embarrassing failure.

Both of you are left with many unspoken words about to come out of your throats, but you had to swallow them.

When Heeseung had his takeout order in his hands, he said goodbye to you and started walking towards the exit. With each step he took, new thoughts came to your head, you couldn't let him go like nothing like you did before, you had to do something to keep him by your side even for a few more hours or else you would regret not having done nothing for the rest of your life.

"My shift ends in about 20 minutes!" your ears turned red realizing you yelled at him, when you got his attention you continued "do you want to wait for me so we can talk?"

"I would love that." his grin dispelled all your doubts, he didn't even have to think twice.

You couldn't do your job properly while he waited sitting next to a window, your mind kept wandering to the image of him with the sun's rays lighting up his face. He was still the most beautiful person you've ever seen and you think you can never get over Lee Heeseung.

Getting him out of your heart is like an impossible mission, it was as if he had been created specifically to be inside you all his life.

"I still have the hoodie you gave me that day." you played with your fingers not wanting to see his expression.

Both left the cafeteria and headed to the first park you found, there were some children playing and running everywhere. You couldn't help but think about when you used to play with Heeseung until it got dark and your mother had to practically carry you home by the ears, you even avoided going home to drink water for fear that she wouldn't let you out again.

His giggle made you look up "I can't believe you kept it," he looked up at the sky, hesitating as to whether or not to say the words on the tip of his tongue, but he was tired of keeping things to himself so he let his mouth speak for itself "it's more yours than mine, it always was."

You tilted your head to the side, not understanding what he meant "what do you mean?"

"This is embarrassing," he tried to cover his face that was beginning to turn pink, "but I bought it with you in mind."

"Are you serious?"

"I've had it since I was 12 years old just because I wanted to lend it to you, so I bought it a few sizes bigger than it still fit me," your chest tightened at the memory "I never wanted to leave you." his sudden words confused you.

"What?" you tried not to stutter.

"That day I had to rethink what I wanted to do with my life several times just because I saw you again after years wondering what happened to you," he took a deep breath trying not to overwhelm his emotions "but I followed my dreams ignoring the deeper feelings, I became a trainee and now I'm here, being an idol. I'm sorry I left, but I don't regret it."

"You fulfilled your dream, of course you don't have to regret it, I would never want you to." your brain still couldn't process everything he told you, you just concentrated on the fact that he was able to fulfill what he told you so many times and you couldn't be more proud of him because your body couldn't contain so much happiness "I'm so proud of you Heeseung, I still remember when you-"

"Even though I don't even know if I like it that much anymore," he cut you off with tears welling up in his eyes "you're right, I fulfilled my dream, but everything is so difficult that I'm beginning to believe that there are more cons than pros in all of this."

You didn't know what to say, you didn't even know what was going on in his life right now, and fuck, you don't even know if you can consider yourself his friend after being apart for so long.

"No matter what I do or how hard I try there will always be bad comments that sometimes become so overwhelming that they far outweigh the good ones. I'm just tired," he looked into your eyes and a spark traveled through your body "and this may be silly but I really do believe that love doesn't exist. Or at least not for me, I don't know if I should give up."

How could he say that? How dare he say love didn't exist when you felt it with every fiber of your body every time you looked into his eyes? When that strong feeling took over your heart from the moment you met him? How dare he when he taught you what love really was even if he didn't know it? It's true, it wasn't always pretty and it used to hurt a lot to the point you want to tear your heart out in order not yo feel anything and forget everything, and you knew that better than anyone for all the years you spent away from him feeling abandoned, but you wouldn't change the love you feel for Lee Heeseung for anything in the world, even if it hurts and burns you inside you're convinced you will never be able to find something similar in your life. Love was what made you feel alive every day.

"You're wrong about that... Love is real. I know because I've felt it."

"Please don't say you love me."

But even if you were consumed with shame and with your pride broken, you decided to stand firm and stare into his eyes, those orbs that you loved so much and from which you had fled so many times.

Hearing that completely paralyzed you, had you been so obvious all that time? You wanted to get out of there, run away and never see him again.

This was the last chance you had to tell him the whole truth and stop being a coward for once in your life, you were going to fight for what your heart dictated, even if everything ended badly you wouldn't be left with that heavy feeling following you everywhere.

"I love you Heeseung, I always have."

He didn't even move, you could see his gaze change but you couldn't figure it out, it was an ocean full of doubt and he was drowning in it.

"Don't make this harder please." His lips were trembling, afraid to blurt out the next words "because I love you too."

You had to blink several times to make sure you weren't in some weird dream or misheard. You wanted to beat him until your hands got tired, you wanted to yell at him until you lost your voice. You were already preparing to be rejected and he told you that? You couldn't believe it, so many years thinking that your feelings were one-sided when in reality he felt the same? You wanted to beat yourself up too by not taking the risk sooner.

But maybe that was fine, probably if you had done it before nothing would have worked, you wanted to believe that the universe was responsible for bringing you together at the right time.

"Please tell me you really mean it." your eyes were watery, waiting for any answer so the tears could fall.

"I never in my life said something so serious." his tone of voice changed to a slower and softer one to make sure you were the only one to hear him, his hands slowly moved up your neck to position themselves on your cheeks and caress them with his thumb "I'm sorry I didn't say it before, I was scared."

Your fingers were on his, not wanting to stop feeling the touch of his fingertips on you, giving you goosebumps "scared of what?"

"Scared of loving you." he was getting closer and closer to you, now you could feel his breath caress your eyelashes "scared of being the only one who felt all these butterflies when we were together and ruining the only good thing in my life."

You repeatedly shook your head letting some tears fall, although there weren't many because Heeseung took care to wipe them all away.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you that I was going to move me out when we were 12."

"And I'm sorry I didn't tell you that I was on my way to fulfill my dream and let you slip out of my arms, you have no idea how much I wanted to see you again but I let you go."

"Don't worry about it, we're already together, right?" he nodded as your fingers played with his hair.

"Hold me again, I've missed your arms more than anything in the world, I can't let you go, not this time."

It was getting dark, the children were gone and the only thing left in the place were your butterflies that finally fluttered together.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped them around your waist. Your heart was threatening to burst out of its cage, he was getting closer and closer and you closed your eyes waiting for his lips to touch yours. The euphoric feeling leaving you dizzy and dazed, wondering what would happen to you if he didn't hold you in his arms.

Your lips fit together like a perfect puzzle which have been searching for its missing piece for too long.

This was how it felt to truly love someone, your hearts never gave up and if you had to wait 100 more years just to feel the moment when your lips and hearts were fervently linked then you would wait as long as it takes. There is nothing in the world you wouldn't do for each other, you would go to space back and forth, burn down entire cities and plant millions of trees if it meant you would meet in another life over and over again until your souls lived through it all.

The first and only time you fell in love was that spring morning 14 years ago.

14 years and the flower that bloomed in your chest without hope of living long hasn't withered yet.

Your heart and spring would always go back to him.

[bumblesimagines]

Green Thumb

Request: Yes or No

Ppl seemed to like the Imagine and nobody really said anything about it being a fic but I like that (Y/N) sooo. For anyone confused about the root things, (Y/N) has root bracelets on each wrist that he can control. He can't make roots come out of his hands or anything. (Y/N) isn't gender neutral ik I use second person for a gender neutral reader but I'm starting to rlly like second person view lmao. If people like this enough, I might keep this fic going to Civil War, Infinity War, and Endgame.

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You placed your hands on the sides of the pot, watching the dead flower slowly regain its color. You could hear the faint sound of chatting and music from the party Tony was holding. Parties were never your thing. Parties meant crowds of nosy people with nothing else better to do. You heard your bedroom door open, turning around and looking at Clint.

"Hey, why don't you come downstairs? The party's ending." Clint offered a small smile, holding his side. You looked back at the flower, standing and gently placing it back with the other flowers on your desk. You approached Clint, feeling him gently wrap an arm around your shoulder.

"How's Laura?" You asked softly. Clint grinned, licking his lips as he glanced at you. You liked Clint. He was like the father or older brother you never had.

"She misses you. She mentioned wanting you to move in once training was complete." Clint revealed, looking at you. You blinked, brows raising as you stared at his face, wondering if he was joking.

"Think it over." Clint gave your shoulder a small squeeze as you joined the others, nodding to Maria. She gave a nod in return, a small tight smile on her face. You didn't blame them for not trusting you. You had attempted to kill them a few times out of fear. You took a seat on the couch, watching the Avengers laugh and chat. You stayed silent, fingers gently tracing the root bracelets.

"You thought of those yourself?" Maria asked softly, tilting her head. You looked at her, nodding.

"Having them on me makes me feel safer." You replied quietly, looking back at the roots. You continued to trace them, watching them shift slightly at your touch. Dr. Cho leaned over, humming in fascination.

"It's incredible how responsive they are to you." She whispered softly, meeting your gaze briefly for permission. You nodded, watching her reach out and touch them.

"How much can you feel? Or is it just a control thing?" She asked.

"Uhm, I know when they're dying or are in need of something but they don't feel pain so.. Hurting them doesn't hurt me." You explained. Dr. Cho nodded in understanding, leaning back.

"I'd love to ask you more questions later, if you don't mind." She gave a kind smile. You looked up upon hearing grunts, watching Clint attempt to pick up Mjollnir while Thor watched on in amusement. He gave up, chuckling. Tony went next, the smug look on his face disappearing when he couldn't lift it. You chuckled softly, watching James try to help Tony but the hammer didn't even budge.

"(Y/N), why don't you give it a try?" Clint asked after Bruce went. You licked your lips, glancing at the Avengers when their gazes went to you.

"Uhm-"

"Go on, give it a try." Thor encouraged with a a big smile. You stood up, walking up to the table where the hammer sat. You grabbed the handle, roots slithering down your hands and wrapping around the hammer. You pulled, suprised to find it was definitely harder than it looked.

"Don't pull a muscle, kid." Clint called, chuckling as you huffed, letting go of it and retracting the roots. You took a seat beside Clint, gently leaning against him as Steve went next. He went at it but wasn't able to lift it.

"It's rigged." Tony called with a shrug as Clint stood, a chuckle leaving him.

"You bet your ass."

"Steve, he said a bad language word." Maria pointed out in playful seriousness. You chuckled softly. Clint had told you all about Steve and the bad language joke. You stood up, about to call it a day before a ringing noise stopped you in your tracks. You looked up, noticing a half built robot limping into the room, mumbling stuff.

"Clint?" You called out, frowning. Clint looked at you before turning around, standing up as everyone's attention shifted to the robot. Clint slowly backed up until you were within arms reach. He knew you could protect yourself but he cared about you too much to let you get hurt.

"How could you be worthy? You're all killers." The robot said, motioning at them with its broken arm.

"Stark?" Steve's gaze stayed locked on the robot. The robot continued to speak, stumbling about. He replayed a clip of Stark saying something. Maria took out her gun, slowly standing up. Clint immediately grabbed you when the robots bursted into the room, pulling you along and hiding.

"Stay here." Clint whispered, standing up. You frowned, watching him go. Your looked over the room, noticing Dr. Cho attempting to hide behind the piano. You stood, quickly going over to her as a robot rose up. You raised your hand, making a root shoot out at it and wrap around its neck, throwing the robot to the side and watching it break.

"Thank you." Dr. Cho whispered as things began to calm down. You helped her stand, making eye contact with Clint as Thor threw his hammer at 'Ultron', breaking him into pieces.

"(Y/N), go to your room." Clint breathed out.

"No, he deserves to know what happened here." Steve said, giving you a nod.

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You licked your lips, glancing at Clint when he silently drew an arrow. You unclenched your fists, watching the root bracelets around your wrists grow and wrap around your fingers. You were surprised you had even been asked to tag along considering you were still new and young. You watched the Maximoff twins, stare at Tony with pure hatred. Not long ago, you were also an enemy of the Avengers. Clint had taken you under his wing, practically adopting you after everything. You assumed you were only allowed to tag along because of your powers. You had gained better control of them over time.

"Stay alert and stay close." Clint told you, shooting the arrow once the fight began. You watched the robots, nodding. You leaned forward, slightly over the railing, fingers moving. The roots wrapped around them shot out, wrapping around one of the robots that had lunged for Steve. You moved your arms back and apart, watching the robot be ripped apart. Steve looked up towards you, giving a greatful nod. Clint grinned, drawing another arrow. You noticed a flash of blue and white running below, keeping an eye on it. Another root shot out, successfully making the male Maximoff trip and stumble. You retracted the root, shifting your attention onto the men with guns.

"What a shitshow." You muttered, sighing softly. Clint glanced at you in amusement.

"Language." He called playfully, chuckling when he heard Steve groan. You let a small smile slip, roots wrapping around the necks of two of the gunmen. You slowly clenched your fists, making the roots strangle them. You heard Thor mention something about the Maximoff girl trying to mind control him.

"Drop 'em." Clint said, giving you a pointed look. "Only make them pass out, don't kill them."

"Fine." You huffed, dropping the men with a small scowl. Clint shot an arrow that knocked out a whole floor, giving a satisfied hum. You heard soft footsteps, spinning around and grabbing the girl Maximoff by the throat, grip tightening with each passing second. Her eyes were wide, caught off guard. Fear flashed in them briefly. Clint quickly planted an electrical arrow on her forehead. You removed your hands, glancing at Clint.

"You seriously need some freshing up on those people skills." Clint said, shaking his head. You scoffed, head tilting slightly.

"She's the enemy!"

"No killing-" You were suddenly shoved forward, bumping into Clint and crashing into what seemed like a control room. You grunted as pain struck up your back, turning your head and watching Pietro pick up his sister bridal style. You shot out your hand but he dodged the roots, using his superspeed to run off.

"Yeah, you better run." You heard Clint breath out. You turned towards him, roots retracting completely.

"Are you okay?" You asked softly, feeling glass digging into your hands as you slowly stood up, grunting softly. There was definitely gonna be a big bruise on your back when you checked later. You helped Clint stand, watching him attempt to contact the others. You leaned over the railing, seeing Steve laying on some stairs. You raised your hand, having the roots grab onto something sturdy before jumping over the railing and heading down to the floor he was at. You approached him, crouching down, cupping his face and seeing his red eyes and dazed look.

"The girl got to Steve." You said, sighing softly.

"Natasha as well." Clint replied. "Seems like the whole team is out of commission."

"Wonder what they're seeing." You muttered, standing and having the roots gently wrap around Steve's arms and waist. They were thin so dragging him along was the only choice.

"Having fun on your first mission yet?"

"Oh, fuck off, Clint." You called with a huff, trying to drag America's sweetheart across a ship, avoiding bodies and trying to keep his head from bumping into stuff.

"Sorry, buddy." You winced, watching Steve's head bump against some steps. Once outside, you were able to drag him along with more ease, getting him inside the step as Clint went to get Thor. Natasha had slowly come out of her daze, groaning softly and holding her head. You looked at him, gently slapping him. Steve gasped, panting softly as his blue eyes met your (E/C) ones.

"Welcome back." You muttered, standing up.

"What happened?" Natasha asked, looking at you with furrowed brows. She looked around the ship, standing.

"Where's Banner?" She asked with a frown. You rubbed the back of your neck, stepping aside so Steve could get up.

"He.. He and Stark are in the city. He hulked out." You told her, concern appearing on her features. Natasha cursed under her breath, though her mind seemed to be somewhere else. You turned towards the entrance, seeing Tony with Bruce. Clint returned with Thor, silence filling the air as Clint got the aircraft in the air. Clint motioned for you to get closer, a smile appearing on his face.

"You did amazing today." The praise made you smile, nodding as you glanced down at the ground. It had been your first real fight.

"Does that mean-"

"Not yet, we still need to work on some things. Soon enough, you'll be officially part of the team." Clint assured. You nodded, taking a seat nearby and sighing. Clint steered the ship to his home, landing it. The Avengers seemed confused at the unknown location but you happily got out of the aircraft. Clint chuckled, watching you head up to the house and enter.

"Honey? We've got company!" Clint called. Laura appeared from one of the rooms, smile widening.

"Hey, sweetie." Laura cooed, arms extending and wrapping around you. Both of you chuckled when the baby kicked.

"Someone's happy to see you too." Laura smiled, placing a hand on her belly before greeting Clint with a kiss.

"Gentlemen, this is Laura." Clint introduced her to the team. You enjoyed Laura's company. Her warmness was welcoming and she had been more than happy to take you in. Footsteps echoed lightly, preparing Clint to greet his kids. You smiled, watching them greet him. Natasha had been the only other one who knew about Clint's family. Lila gasped softly upon seeing you, quickly running towards you. You bent down, picking her up and chuckling.

"Miss me?" You asked, giving her a gentle hug. Laura looked over, smiling softly.

"Of course she missed they missed their cool big brother." Laura said, giggling softly when Lila noticed Natasha and happily went over to hug her. Cooper took Lila's spot, giving you a big grin. Thor suddenly left the house, Steve following.

"What have you been up to?" You asked, watching Coppers eyes light up. He grabbed your hand, pulling you along to his room. Laura and Clint hadn't officially adopted you but they were more than happy to do it. Once you were done with training, they were gonna get the papers and make you a Barton.

[shdwwlkrsblog]

Zombie apocalypse with dsmp (dream smp) members

Just got the idea and yeah enjoy

c!awesam dude in imposter in " realife" better said adding some things to Minecraft, think of it as modpacks

In here are : c!Awesamdude , c!foolishg , c!dream ,

Warnings : blood , weapons , injuries , murder ,

Masterlist

C!Awesamdude

Shotguns or any other guns weren't effective against the infected of the virus at all but it was effective chopping of their heads , interrupting nerves going to the infected brain and wich was controlling everything , the virus was going for the nerve system and the only way was like mentioned before cutting it's control off. But wich wasn't easy due to its good control of the never system the change of getting bitten was higher and you and Sam couldn't afford getting bitten . A friend of your who was bitten cutter of the bitten part . Their arm. stopping the infection , wich was the only way but the chance of surviving it aren't high due to the high blood pressure the virus gives the body . You looked over at Sam who was looking at his axe sharpening it the wrong way unsharpening it but he seemed calmed . He stopped and dropped the stone looking at his hand blood was dripping down a "oh shit " escaped your mouth before you heard the grunting and moan screaming behind you. those fucks were able to find you so quickly? How ? If their noses are that good surviving is going to be even harder but no time left Sam grabbed you in bridal style picked up few weapons and sprinted away leaving the food behind . "Sam th-" "shhh its okay I know how to hunt" and he continued sprinting until Sam stopped and sat you down "we should be far enough " he said out of breath and sat down next to you " Sam you didn't need to car-" you were interrupted " but i wanted to " he said "bu-" "no but" "but why did you do that ?" You said it really quickly so he didn't had the time interrupting you and he understood everything "i idk i just didn't want you to be in danger and die , i need you . Alive" he confessed an awww escaped your mouth and an blush creeped behind his mask making you giggle "it's not funny , you're important " he said volume rising slightly , "naww someone likes someone " his blush darkened "com'on shut up " "make me" he threw his mask away and crashed his lips onto yours catching you off guard . He separated you both for few second " i love you" "love you too Sammy" you said before he trapped you in a hug

C!Foolishg

Foolish was working on one of his new building Projekts in His human form when he heard grunting ,groaning and heavy breathing coming closer he turned around and was met with a horse of zombie but not the normal type those were faster and seemed to be smarter some held things that can be used as weapons but before observing more one of them attacked him but he was able to dogde and sprinted to where you were after reaching your home he broke in the door and panted "everything okay foolish ?" You asked and he shook his head no . " a horde of Zombies came to me and they were coming from the direction where .....the others are . " His face looked terrified and sad " they can't be dead we need to check on them" you said and he nodded grabbing your hand "close your eyes " he said and with a loud bang you stood infront of the prison wich was half destroyed . Sam was fighting some of the infected his chestplate broke as he took another hit . You and foolish ran to him , stabbed the zombies and burned them killed the virus controlling their muscles and nerves. one of them tried attacking you from behind but foolish quickly killed it "those things are really clever " Sam said while taking a healing potion . "If you both would have come a minute later i would end up like the others who stayed here" he said and took his extra iron chest plate out of his inventory and then looked at foolish the down at your hand chuckling , then you felt pressure on you hand and looked down .foolish was holding your hand "naww you both are so cute"Sam said and behind and your partner blushed that's when you noticed . He didn't wore his mask and emerald green eyes were looking into yours . But the sweet moment was interrupted by an explosion and a Wilbur walking out of the smoke " you guys are the only alive things around here " he said and stood next to Sam TNT still in his hand "we need to find a safe shelter is there anything that isn't detroyed? " Foolish asked while looking around eyeing the ruins of the once intact buildings " i don't think so but we can build one " wilbur said while showing a stack of obsidian "where did you get these ?" You asked because it wasn't natural for a Wilbur to have interest in blast resistant blocks like obsidian " idk found them in a chest and yeah thought would be good taking them with me " he said while shrugging with his shoulders " hm anyways we should start going I'm sure more things are infected and on Their way to us " foolish sounded worried and frightened but there wasn't time to think. The group headed towards east maybe we are safe there you thought and grabbed foolish hand making him smile and look down to you

C!dream

" dream please slow down " you were out of breath since 2 hours you've been running behind your boyfriend who wanted to get as far as possible away from the plague or "zombie apocalypse" how he called it . He didn't even took one break from running and you wondered , how can he have that much stamina ? Finally he stopped and you were able to stop too and fell to the ground , before hitting it his arms catched you and he let out an laughter before sitting down with you . " Maybe we should take a break " he said and pulled you in his lap and layed his head onto your shoulder "yeah I need definitely a break " you said and took off his mask . It didn't surprise him since you're always taking it off because it's " more comfortable" cuddling without it but he knows that you bust do it because you love his face . "Dream?" "Yes babe?" You sat up looked into his eyes and said nothing "you horny again ?" He joked and you shook your head " no but do you think the virus will be over soon?" " I hope so babe" he answered " but we need to get as far away as possible i don't want you to die like the others " he said his voice changed into a sad tone . You were there for him the whole time and never left his side he wouldn't be able to live without you he looked at you who was now playing with his mask he smiled , took his mask , Placed it on your face and stood up before picking you up " ik you can't run that's why I'm going to carry you to a safe place " clay started running again and you watched the sky through his mask . Suddenly dream stopped sat you down and shipped his axe " don't look behind you " he growled and sprinted away slashing and breaking of bones was heard and it suddenly stopped , a bumb was heard . you turned around seeing your dreamie on the ground trying to hold away one of the zombies . Suddenly anger formed and the want to kill them .You quickly sprinted towards them but tripped as one zombie suddenly came out of an bush attacking you but there was no time that can be wasted you quickly stapled it slashed its head of blood spilling onto dreams mask . You then ran towards the other zombie jumping at it and tossing it away from him sitting on it you pinned it's arm to the ground like Jesus arms were nailed the the wood and stabbed the hell out of it blood spilling everywhere and a shocked dream but he somehow thought of it as cute and sexy like you're jealous that the zombie was in top of him and not you . The thought pulled an chuckle from him " stop laughing or you're next " you threatened out of fun and walked to him helping him up " are you hurt?" You both asked the same time and laughted "yeah I am and you ?" " No I'm okay " " good ngl it was a bit sexy that you were jealous that the zombie was in top of me and not you " he said and you punched his shoulder playfully " i wasn't jealous !" "You were of else this mask wouldn't be completely red " he said and pointed at it " i was worried " " still looks like jealous to me " he joked and grabbed your hand " but it doesn't matter I still love you " and smiled

Yooooo first dsmp Post hope ya'll like it , maybe I'll post more like this and make dsmp my main fandom i write for???

Ask box open

[cloudywriter]

camp staghorn - 4

it’s finally here - been a second ik. updates may be a tad slow these coming two weeks because so much stuff is about to be going on but hang tight. i might extend the story and just have the parts be a little shorter so it’s more manageable because right now it’s suppose to be around 9 parts. anyway, enjoy!

masterlist, AO3, main masterlist 

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Hours later the memory of Rowan’s face as he wrapped the towel around her was still drifting around Aelin’s mind like a feather in the wind. 

He looked so unguarded, his features soft and his perpetual frown absent. Aelin wished she could have paused time right there. She wished she could’ve taken a moment to study him. It made her want to pick up a pencil and sketch him though the most she could draw would be a lopsided stick figure. If she were an artist she would’ve made him her muse. 

Her campers, however, demanded revenge, an eye for an eye. As far as they were concerned, Rowan had made a direct attack on Aelin. A punishable offense. They’d been eagerly chattering all afternoon, developing plan after plan of intricate ways to right Rowan’s wrong. Aelin, though, was a little preoccupied. 

She desperately needed to snap out of it, she needed to splash some cold water on her face and come back to reality. Rowan had trespassed into their camp site and outwardly tampered with their plumbing, she couldn’t let it go now. 

No, Aelin Galathynius wasn’t really the kind of girl who let things go. It didn’t matter how attractive the perpetrator was. 

Aelin and her girls now found themselves roaming aimlessly through the main camp. Technically it was their rest time when they were supposed to cool down and get out of the sun for a while. They were on a different mission though, they needed to scope out Rowan’s camp. 

Luckily, it wasn’t long before they were found. His boys were loud and rambunctious their voices led Aelin’s group right to them like a bread trail in the woods. They were on the rock wall, taking turns racing each other up while the others cheered from below. 

Each boy was suited up in harnesses and helmets. Aelin might’ve spent a little too long checking out Rowan. He was at the bottom of the wall with a rope attached to his harness, acting as one of the counselors managing the boys as they climbed up and then propelled down. 

Aelin deduced it was the perfect time to strike, they were distracted and unsuspecting. He likely didn’t intend for her to have a new plan up her sleeve so soon. 

Aelin and her girls kept their distance, crouched behind a line of tall pine trees that acted as the perfect cover. 

“Well, ladies, what’s the plan?” Aelin inquired. 

The girls gave each other a few affirming nods, silently agreeing upon a plan. 

“We think we should put a butt load of salt into their water jugs back at camp,” Ansel finally spoke up. 

“You think?”

“Yeah, they’ll have to be thirsty now and drink all their water. Then they’ll have to fill them up when they get to camp,” Borte declared. 

Aelin decided to let her girls take the lead on this one and agreed. “Well, let’s go grab all the salt shakers from the dining hall.”

The girls nodded their heads in excitement, racing back down the path. Aelin followed behind, making sure none of their commotion drew unwanted attention. 

After conjuring up at least 14 salt shakers and even an extra container of salt they found in a cabinet they trekked to cabin 1E as denoted on the map in the front of the dining hall. 

That map has turned out to be quite convenient indeed. 

They went to work quickly, splitting up and unscrewing the lids of the three multi-gallon water dispensers around the boys’ camp. Their hour of rest was quickly coming to a close and they needed to execute their plan quickly. 

Aelin and the girls dumped generous amounts of salt into each jug. Ansel even made rounds stirring each one with a stick.

“Where did you get that stick?” Aelin asked.

“The ground,” Ansel replied simply, continuing to stir in the white granules. 

“And you're stirring their water with it?” Aelin clarified. 

“They’ll survive,” Ansel said earnestly as she removed the stick from one water jug and started on another. Aelin only shrugged, she probably wasn’t wrong. 

The girls heard laughter from afar and perked up. 

“Put the lids back on!” Aelin commanded quietly. The girls scrambled to cover the water again and camouflage themselves in the forest. 

Aelin tightened the lid on the remaining jug and raced to join her girls concealed behind the trees and undergrowth. 

The laughing got louder as the group got closer and closer, making their way up the rough dirt path. When they came into view Aelin could tell with their sweaty, flushed faces that they were definitely in need of water. 

Much to Aelin’s luck as soon as Rowan came over the slight incline he started filling his empty water bottle with the dispenser situated just outside his camp’s cabin. The other boys also lined up at the various water stations, taking turns. 

“Rowan,” one of the boys spoke up. “This water tastes funny.” 

“Camp water always tastes funny,” another boy replied. “I’m sure it’s okay,” Rowan insisted. He squirted some water over his face in an attempt to cool off after being in the hot sun for hours. His cheeks were red, heated by the sun, it made his green eyes impossibly greener to the point they resembled the bright green of the surrounding foliage. He ran a hand down his face and through his hair. 

Immediately, as soon as the water hit the boys’ tongues, they started spitting it out, Rowan included. A few yucks and why is it so salty could be heard, but the best part was definitely the boys’ faces. Even Rowan’s was morphed into an expression of pure repulse. 

Aelin’s girls struggled to contain their giggles, clamping their hands over their mouths in a futile attempt to stifle them. Rowan seemed to be the only boy to clue into the muffled noises coming from the forest that definitely weren’t the chatter of songbirds. Aelin could tell his eyes were searching the surrounding greenery, on the lookout for anything amiss. 

“Alright, I’ll go get us some fresh water, okay guys?” Rowan decided.

The boys nodded their agreement, a few still wiping at their mouths. Rowan turned around, starting down the path back to the main camp once again. A few of the girls around Aelin gave each other silent high fives, celebrating their successful prank. One more point for Aelin. 

Aelin was about to suggest that they move out and get ready to feign innocence back at lunch when a pair of thick arms wrapped around her waist and hoisted her up. 

“Thought you were sneaky, huh?” Rowan spoke directly into Aelin’s ear, his breath ruffling the golden blonde hair that had escaped from her ponytail. 

Rowan spun her around and exclaimed to his boys, “I’ve caught the offender!” 

Her campers were playing along, pulling at Rowan’s shirt, trying to save their counselor. Even Aelin was laughing as she was trying to wiggle out of Rowan’s strong embrace but he kept her back pressed firmly to his chest.

“What should we do with her boys?” Rowan asked.

“Make her walk the plank!” A boy with curly brown hair shouted, punching his fist in the air. 

“Alright,” Rowan conceded and began dramatically leading Aelin towards the dock down by the lake. 

“No! Rowan, no, please!” Aelin began struggling but she couldn’t keep the smile off of her face. 

“What else do you suggest, princess? I can’t just let you go free after committing such a crime.”

Aelin shifted just enough so she could face Rowan better, “I’ll do anything,” she breathed in such a way that she knew it would catch Rowan off guard. Just as she predicted, Rowan’s arms loosened for a second. Men were just too easy. 

Aelin took the moment of reprieve gratefully and tore out of Rowan’s grasp, dashing back into the forest for cover. Rowan chased her, twigs snapping close behind. She bolted, swatting low hanging branches out of her way and gritting her teeth as thorns tore at her shins but she couldn’t afford to be caught again. She could hear Rowan following but losing ground as the forest grew denser. 

Aelin took the moment of reprieve gratefully and tore out of Rowan’s grasp, dashing back into the forest for cover. She knew Rowan was chasing after her by the sound of twigs snapping close behind. She increased her speed, swatting at low hanging branches and gritting her teeth as thorns tore at her shins, but she couldn’t afford to be caught again. Rowan began to lose ground as the forest grew denser while Aelin was able to maneuver through from years of experience playing hide and seek in the woods with Aedion. 

The forest suddenly opened up into a small meadow, long grass and bright wildflowers swayed back and forth with the breeze. Aelin looked back to determine Rowan’s position for only a moment when he was on her, pulling her down into the delicate green grass that spread across the field like a blanket. 

They were both panting and could still hear the shouting of their campers through the trees. Aelin and Rowan were both on their backs, gulping down air. 

“You know I’ll have to get you back for that now.” 

Aelin pinched his side, “I know.”

Rowan only swatted her hand away before pushing himself back up to his feet. He held a hand out for Aelin, an offer. Aelin decided to take it, allowing him to effortlessly pull her to her own feet. He held onto her hand for a beat longer than necessary before letting it return back to her side. 

Rowan was studying Aelin, making her suddenly feel self-conscious. Was there grass in her hair? 

“What are you staring at?” Aelin finally caved. 

Rowan smirked. “Nothing, just thinking about how I should repay you for that salt water fiasco.”

“Do your worst, Whitethorn.” 

“I intend to, Galathynius.”

~~~ 

hope y’all like it so far & you’ll get some more rowan’s part of the story & his revenge in the next part. very fun. xoxo. let me know if you wanna be added to my rowaelin taglist!

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[forthemorefortunate]

Live Like Animals

Nessian Modern AU

Merry Chris-  er, happy New Year to my secret snowflake!  @ncssian 💕😅

I hope you like the fic! I’ll be honest, when I filled out the application for the secret snowflake, I said I could make a fic believing that it was very unlikely somebody would ask for one 🥴🤔 But lemme say, I LOVED writing this, which is definitely something I didn’t expect. More than that, I’ve never been much of a Nesta or Nessian fan, but actually thinking through their characters and interactions for this fic gave me a whole new perspective on and appreciation for them (even if I’m not the best at writing their characters, aha), so thank you!

A few quick things about the fic:

(Ik I already told you this, but for anybody else reading this aha) This is my first fic! So please take it easy on me 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Okay so this part is kind of weird, but there’s kind of a corresponding playlist 😅 Each part is named after a song. You can play the songs while reading or not, I know for me personally (*cough* my ADHD ass) it’s hard to listen to music and read at the same time. The title is also the name of a song! Except that one is more random, haha (I couldn’t think of a title, so I shuffled my entire library and chose the first song as the title, and it kinda worked so I went with it)

One more quick thing – thanks to @moussescientist @ko0mbayamylord @blxckbeak @chanberry @mikitheswiftie @potatoburp @dead-on-the-inside666 @queenoffortunes and two anons for answering a question, and a HUGE thanks to Skye, @oneoutofamillionbooklovers for all your help and for roleplaying the parts I got stuck on with me ❤️

Part 1: Distant Early Warning (Rush)

Nesta pulled the dress over her head, letting it slide into place over her body. Screw this, she thought for the millionth time, yet she continued to get herself ready, turning to glance at her reflection when she was finished. She raised an eyebrow and nodded slightly at the woman looking back through the mirror. The woman Nesta spied had on a satin slip dress, darkest blue. She wore no jewelry save for the small silver studs in her ears, and her hair was pulled into a neat-yet-simple updo.

Why Nesta even agreed to go to this party she didn’t know. There was nothing different about it, just another college booze fest. The music would be too loud, the air too heavy, the guys too grabby, and the company too... clubby. Feyre insisted that she would fit right into her friend group – her clique – but Nesta wasn’t sure she wanted that. She padded over to the door of her apartment. No, Nesta was quite certain that “fitting in” with Feyre’s newfound friends was something she didn’t care for at all.

Nesta’s phone buzzed on her kitchen counter as she slipped on a pair of black heels, and she picked up to Feyre’s forcibly perky voice. “Hey! We just pulled up, you coming?”

“No.” Response blunt, tone dry. The line was silent for a long moment, and Nesta held in a sigh. “Did I give you the impression that I was interested in coming?”

“Nesta, I’m not in the mood for fucking around,” Feyre said, perkiness mysteriously faded now. “It’s just one party! I promise you’ll have fun.” Bullshit.

“Since when have I ever-”

“And everyone else really wants you to come, too!” Feyre cut her off, “Rhys is excited to meet you!”

Rhys. Feyre’s boyfriend. Nesta groaned inwardly, truly dreading any interaction with the rugby star. Feyre had immediately caught the eye of the local heartthrob, and the two began a serious relationship shortly after meeting. And with one came the others. In high school they would have been labeled “popular.” They were quite possibly the closest group of friends at the college, almost all of them having known each other since childhood. And Feyre had slipped right in among them. Nesta had warned Feyre against making the tight pack of fourth-years her main group of friends, and she had her own opinions about a freshman dating a senior, but Feyre didn’t make a habit of following Nesta’s advice. Rather, she seemed to think she could give Nesta – a third-year – much more valuable guidance. Domineering bitch.

“I don’t give a shit about your friends, Feyre. I’m only coming because of our deal,” Nesta said. Feyre had been pestering her all semester, spewing crap about how Nesta and Feyre should spend more time together. Nesta should get out more. Nesta should tag along with Feyre’s friend group. Nesta should have some fun. 

More bullshit. 

As second semester began, Feyre had proposed a deal: Nesta would go to one party with Feyre and her buddies, and if she honestly didn’t enjoy it, Feyre would stop asking her to join them. 

“I’m on my way. Let’s just get it over with,” Nesta grumbled, and with that, she hung up the phone and opened the apartment door.

Part 2: Can You Afford to Be An Individual? (Nothing but Thieves

Nesta looked around the group of fourth-years–plus Feyre–arranged in front of her. Introductions were unnecessary; you couldn’t attend this school without knowing who they were. Her eyes fell first upon Rhys, his arm around Feyre’s waist. His chin lifted slightly as she made eye contact. Rhys: double major in history and foreign policy. President of the astrology club. Captain of the rugby team, possibly one of the best players the school had ever seen. He was the group leader, though nobody said it aloud. Nesta knew him well. Perhaps she only knew his type well, or her own perception of his type, but that didn’t keep her from holding his gaze a few moments longer than would be comfortable. Then she turned her scrutiny on his sidekicks, so she called them, Cassian and Azriel. The former wore jeans and a baggy black jacket over his rugby uniform in the school colors: black and red. The latter wore black pants with a dark blue button-down shirt untucked.

Cassian smirked as her eyes met his. “Glad you decided to make an appearance,” he drawled. She narrowed her eyes at him, and his smile widened in response. Cocky bastard. Azriel, double majoring in political science and criminology, simply nodded at her in greeting.

After the sidekicks came Rhys’s cousin Mor, an architecture major with a minor in design. She was entirely too peppy in a way that left Nesta exhausted, but Nesta wouldn’t give her satisfaction by scoffing at her cocked hip and half-grin, ostensibly projecting confidence. She held Mor’s stare, matching her asserted confidence with a cool security in her own assets. The half-smile twisted, just slightly, and Nesta moved on to the short girl farthest to the right: Amren.

Amren scared people. As in, people were genuinely freaked out by her. Aside from a few cultish tendencies, her occasional propensity for violence and/or verbal outbursts, and her sharp expression, though, Nesta couldn’t tell why. Amren majored in gemology and minored in linguistics, and was the only one in the group other than Feyre to have not known the others since they were little. In fact, she was studying here from abroad, though nobody actually knew where she was from. Unlike Mor, Amren presented a confidence that Nesta could believe in and respect. Nesta maintained her chilled posture, but let the bite in her expression retreat.

As for Feyre’s introducing Nesta, that was unnecessary as well. They all knew her; most upperclassmen did. Or rather they knew of her, by the name of heinous bitch. If she were being honest with herself, she didn’t mind the nickname.

“Okay,” Feyre started, her voice expectant as she tilted her chin to look at Rhys’s face, “Let’s head in?” Feyre, Rhys, and Nesta had met up with the rest of the group in the parking lot before they entered the party. Fashionably late, Feyre had told her on the drive in Rhys’s tesla. Rhys taught me that the key to maintaining his public image is in making grand entrances. God, Nesta wanted to laugh at Rhys’s influence over her.

As they entered the building holding the party Nesta immediately stiffened, and had to close her eyes for a moment against the harsh blue and purple lights cast by PAR cans. All senses at once were smacked by the presence of weed. The floor was vibrating, and speakers blasted near-deafening music so that all Nesta could really hear was thunder. Jesus Christ, I hate parties, she thought. A mass of sweaty bodies shifted and bounced through the too-heavy air ahead of her, some only silhouettes in the murky haze, through which Nesta saw red solo cups littering every possible surface. Suddenly she noticed Feyre standing next to her, fidgeting with her clutch and looking over expectantly. Nesta shot her a withering look that said, “This is not what we agreed to.” Feyre had the nerve to look guilty.

“Okay before you say anything,” Feyre began, “I know that look, and... I know this is a bit bigger than we talked about-”

“A bit?! This is a rager, Feyre. Do I look like I rage?”

“Okay no, but I promise Rhys and I have a plan.” Oh my God.

Nesta gave her another glare and plucked a cup off a nearby table. Sniffing it, she sighed and took a big swig. “Please, my dearest sister, do tell.”

“We’re going with a buddy system.”

Nesta coughed. “A buddy system – are you fucking kidding me?” She spied Rhys and his dickhead friends in the corner of her eye. “Wow, are arts and crafts before or after beer pong?”

Feyre rolled her eyes, calling a fresh wave of frustration to roll over Nesta. “Can you shut it with the attitude, Nesta? I already apologized for the crowd of people – it kind of got out of hand. Rhys told me before we left but I didn’t want to scare you out of coming.” She gave Nesta a pleading look.

“Tch, whatever. Who’s my buddy? I assume you’ll be with Rhys?”

Feyre beamed at her. “You’re paired up with Cassian!”

“Cassian.” Great. Alpha dickhead.

“Don’t be like that. He knows his way around these things and he’ll keep you from accidentally overdosing or blacking out.” 

“Who said that wasn’t my intention?” 

Feyre scrunched her face up. “Either way, you can’t deny that he’s bigger and taller than half the creepy guys here. He’ll keep unwanted attention away.” 

Nesta watched as Rhys, lead hulking rugby bro dickhead, caught sight of her sister and eyed her with what might have been lust or love – Nesta couldn’t decide. Cassian, approaching from Rhys’s side, cut Nesta a slow, purposeful look down and back up to her face. She felt an annoying tingle down her spine as the crowds parted for them. This was going to be a long night.

Part 3: Inhaler (Foals)

They had been at the party for less than ten minutes and Nesta already wanted to leave. Drink in hand, she aimlessly wandered around the outskirts of the crowd, hoping to find a place to sit farther from the lights that drowned out any rational thought that flashed through her brain. Cassian trailed a few steps behind.

“So, what do you do for fun?”

She twisted around to glare at him. “Why are you talking to me?”

Cassian puffed out a laugh and spread his arms wide, responding, “If you don’t recall, we’re kind of stuck together, darling.”

Right. Nesta rolled her eyes. “How could I forget?” Cassian left the question hanging, still following her, so she forged on. “I like to read. A concept that’s probably foreign to you.” She dodged a young couple parting from the fray to make out against the wall, and paused to reorient herself.

“You might be surprised.” Nesta groaned inwardly and arched a brow. “Oh I have no doubt.”

“None at all?”

“What. Are you on volume seven of Captain Underpants?”

“Volume eight, actually.”

Nesta stopped. She was pissed. Pissed at this party, pissed at Feyre for lying about how big it was, pissed that she was stuck with rugby bro sidekick, pissed that the purple lights suddenly seemed a lot brighter, the music a lot louder, her thoughts a lot fuzzier. “Look, Cassian. I only came here as a favor to my sister. We’re not friends.” He started to cut her off, but she continued, turning so that they fully faced each other, “You don’t have to stay, I can take care of myself.”

He leaned in close, the laughter in his tone suddenly gone. “Listen, princess. You’ve had two beers and you’re already tipsy. I get it, we’re not friends. But there are at least four guys looking at you like they want to take you against the nearest surface and I’m the only man within a thirty-foot radius that has any self-control. There’s no way I’m leaving.” He held her gaze firmly.

“So that’s it – I’m just supposed to trust you? My knight in shining armor, here to protect my virtue? That ship sailed a long time ago.” Fuck it. “I wouldn’t mind taking you for a ride though,” Nesta said, flashing a smirk at the end.

Cassian’s lips twisted into a half-grin, but she could see annoyance rising up in his eyes. “Nesta, you don’t wanna play with me.”

“Brute.” Nesta turned and started walking away again.

“Bitch.” He followed.

Nesta scoffed. “How original.”

“Not all of us are English Lit majors.” 

Somehow Nesta tripped on her own foot at that moment, staggering sideways into Cassian’s path. He lunged forward, arms going around her waist to hoist her upright. Her lip curled and she spit out, “And not all of us are rugby stars,” and shoved her way out of his arms.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Cassian asked, incredulous.

“Cassian, I’m sure there are plenty of girls here that would love your attention. But I’m not one of them.” She turned around to face him, walking backwards, and almost tripped again. “So go on and play with someone else. I don’t care. Just leave me alone.” With that, Nesta thrust herself into the fray, pushing her way through the mass of shouting people, making the crowd a barrier between herself and Cassian.

Part 4: Emergency (Nothing but Thieves)

After five minutes of random college students bumping into her from every direction, her head pounding and thoughts muddled, Nesta realized she didn’t know which direction the exit was in. Fuck. She was disoriented and exasperated, her frustration now showing in her usually unshakable expression. She couldn’t even tell which direction the light was coming from. How many beers had she drunk? Two? Three? She wasn’t usually a drinker, and it hit her then that she hadn’t eaten for hours before the party started. Stupid, she thought. This was why she didn’t do parties.

She was so distracted trying to figure out where the light source was, trying to get her bearings at least, that she didn’t catch sight of a brooding figure wending its way toward her until the man had a hold of her wrist and was pulling her to the side of the room, wherever that was. 

“Hey! Get the fuck off me!” Nesta shouted over the crowd, but couldn’t get a response from the man until they found one of the cinder block walls.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice cruel as he tried to pull her closer. “We’re just having a bit of fun, that’s all.”

“Excuse me?” Nesta ripped free of his grasp, but he backed her into a corner. He had a drink in one hand. Not good.

“Hey, hey, no need to get worked up,” he drawled, “I saw the way you were looking at me.” Looking at him? Nesta thought. This was the first she’d seen of him.

Nesta tried to step to the side, but the man followed her, his senses keener than hers in her condition. He reached out for her arm again, and Nesta shouted this time. “Don’t touch me!”

He put his hand up as if in innocence. “Come now, I’ll make it fun for you. Just have a drink.” He brought the cup toward her face, his hand now reaching behind her head, which she snatched away.

“I swear to God, can’t you bastards understand that no means no?”

“You-”

“Get the fuck away from me, creep!” She aimed a kick at his groin, but he easily dodged it.

His mouth hardened into a line, and he growled, “Just take the damn drink, bitch!”

The man shoved her into the corner, her head hitting the wall. He brought his hand up to hold her back by her shoulders as he brought the cup up toward her lips and-

“Let me go or I promise you’ll regret it.” Last resort. 

He shot her a crooked grin and began to reply, but whatever response he had in mind was cut short.

A voice from behind him said, “And she never goes back on a promise, asshole.” The man was wrenched off her body by two strong hands, and pulled over to the side to give her an out, which she quickly took advantage of.

And there, dragging the man away from her, was Cassian.

The creep tried to play it cool. “Hey, Cassian, bro, what’s up, man?” he said mock-casually, “I caught your last game! great playing, dude!” His demeanor shifted completely as he turned on his bro mode.

Cassian’s jaw was set. He tightened his grip on the man’s shoulder, his stare withering. “You need to leave. Right now.”

Yet the man kept going with a smirk, “It’s all good bro, we can share.” 

That was a step too far.

Cassian grabbed the man’s shirt, pulling him close. “That’s the thing – I don’t share. I don’t play nice.” Cassian thrust his face forward so they were only a couple inches apart. “You said you caught my last game, right? So you know I don’t go down without a fight. Touch her again and you’ll regret it.” With that, he shoved the guy into a table, and turned to Nesta. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

Part 5: Before We Drift Away (Nothing but Thieves)

Dizzy and shaken, Nesta let Cassian guide her through the crowd to the exit. Once they were outside in the cool night air, he pulled her aside, gaze dark.

“Did he hurt you?”

“No.”

“Did he force you to drink whatever was in that cup?”

“No.”

His eyes closed and relief flooded across his face. “Good. God, some people are fucked up. I don’t know what I would have done if he had drugged you, or taken you away, or...” He trailed off, leaving anything further than that unsaid. 

They were silent for a minute. Nesta looked up at him, a bit of worry still etched across his features. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you care so much?”

He looked over to her, something strange in his expression that Nesta couldn’t place. “I don’t know. You’re a human being, and your safety was left in my hands.” He paused and looked away. “If I’m being honest, when I saw that guy put his hands on you... I don’t know. Something flipped inside me.” At that moment he looked down to her bare shoulders, noticing that she was beginning to shiver. “You’re cold,” he said softly. “Here, take this.” He removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, even when she protested.

Nesta frowned as she gave in and pulled his jacket tightly around her, annoyed at the way her body betrayed her. “I don’t need protection. I’ve lived a long time without people to care about me.” She started walking toward the parking lot, and he followed.

“You shouldn’t have to live like that, Nesta. You’ve been pushing me away all night, but listen to me – don’t you understand? I’m not just talking to you because I’m bored. I don’t smile at you as a game, as if you’re some prize for me to win. Can’t you see by now that I’m doing literally everything I can just to stay by your side? Damn it, I asked Feyre to pair us together at the party.”

Nesta had stopped walking and was speechless for once.

Cassian stepped closer tentatively, as though she’d back away. He ran a finger over Nesta’s wrist and looked up to the sky. “Please, just don’t make me say anything else completely insane. I promise I’m not in the habit of sharing intense moments with perfect strangers.”

A rush of anger coursed through Nesta, and she shoved him back. “Don’t,” she said. “Don’t talk to me like that. Despite what you must think, I’m not an idiot. I’m not naive. I am well aware that this is all a favor to my sister. Stay with my lame, antisocial sister. It might be fun, right?” She paused, any restraint she had used earlier having completely abandoned her.

“That’s not what I think at all, Nes-”

“Fuck you, Cassian.” She shoved him again, more aggressively this time.

Cassian caught her wrists and pulled her closer. “Try that again.”

Nesta glared. “Bite me,” she spit out.

“Maybe I will.”

And as though drawn to her by some gravitational force, Cassian’s mouth came crashing down onto hers. He wrapped his arms around her waist, seeming to lift her off her feet. Nesta’s bare skin burned where Cassian touched her, and she pushed back against his touch to gain control. Everything, every thought was fading to nothing. Biting down on his lip drew out a low groan from Cassian, and Nesta broke free.

Cassian put his hands up as though to make a barrier between them, as though he wouldn’t be able to control himself without it. 

“So much for being the only man with self-control,” Nesta said. Cassian just shook his head, earning a light snort from Nesta. “I shut everyone out--even pretty jocks like you. Don’t take it personally. It’s just easier.”

Cassian smiled his easy smile, and he reached up to touch his lips with a thumb. “You think I’m pretty?”

Nesta scoffed. “The prettiest.”

He stood there for a moment, just smiling at her, before turning back toward the parking lot. “Okay, princess, allow me to introduce you to the pinnacle of after-party activities.”

Nesta raised a brow, and Cassian let out a bark of laughter.

“Get your mind out of the gutter. I’m talking about pancakes.”

She looked skeptical. “Pancakes?”

“Yes. And after the night you had, you deserve an entire plate of them.” Cassian reached out to her with his big, warm hand, and Nesta hesitated.

“Cassian-” She started warily.

“Hey – I’m not asking you to marry me, it’s just pancakes.”

Nesta waited a moment more, then took his hand. “Fine. But I’m not sharing the chocolate sauce.”

“I wouldn’t dare ask you to. Besides, you already know how I feel about sharing.”

Nesta smiled a bit. “Hey Cassian?

“Yes Nesta?”

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

[honey-subs]

idol!reader au, teaching doyoung reader's cb dance which is known for it's sexy moves (hands on practice), the reader is guiding him, their chest against doyoung's back, carefully directing his moves. "one, two, three, four, aaaand bodyroll here, bum bum pam!" feeling the other do a bodyroll on his ass made him give a soft whimper, which went unheard. Doyoung blushing, n/n realising what happened and helping doyoung [🍺] ik this is quite popular idea but lemme have this 😔😔

[11:49 AM] - Kim Doyoung

“now shoo! if i don’t see the both of you come out of here holding hands, i’m suing.” taeyong says as he pushes doyoung towards the dance studio. “it was a mistake to tell you about my crush, hyung.” doyoung deadpans, and taeyong just rolls his eyes. “y/n has a crush on you too, i’m sure of it. seeing the both of you endlessly flirt hurts my eyes.” he mutters.

before doyoung can say anything else, taeyong is pushing him into the studio quickly and closing the door. your head snaps up to see the source of who came in, and you’re met with doyoung looking at you nervously.

“hey, doyoung! what can i do for you?” you ask, setting your phone down and standing up to greet the male with a hug. he tenses a bit when you wrap your arms around him, but still hugged you back.

“hey y/n hyung!” he says with a small smile. “i wanted to learn the moves to your new song...? i just loved your comeback!” he gushed, playing it off when his ears reddened.

“thank you, i’ll be glad to help you learn!” you tell him. you go back to your phone to play the music of your new song, and soon, it filled the studio.

the sound was sensual, and very mature so you were surprised when he wanted to learn, but you were glad to help nonetheless.

you waited until it got to the chorus part where the bulk of the dance was, and pulled doyoung towards the mirror. he stood on the x and you stood behind him.

you were taller than him, and your fingertips were dancing along his arms. “ready?” you murmur. “mhm.” he nods.

the chorus buildup came, and you began to lead him through the movements. it was clear that he knew the dance a bit because he was moving fluidly with you.

“annnnnd here-“ you mutter, leading him through a body roll. his cheeks were red through the entire time you were holding him, but you never commented on it. it seemed when you did the body roll, his cheeks reddened even more, and a whimper came from his mouth.

you looked into the mirror as you were still holding him and guiding him, looking directly at him. he diverted his eyes down to the ground when he noticed. you didn’t have time to think about it though, because you were still leading him through the moves. a body roll came up once again, and you grinded yourself against his ass once again. this time, his eyes closed and he moaned.

he immediately slapped a hand over his mouth and pulled away from you. “i am so sorry, y/n hyung!” he apologizes, bowing to you. apologies are falling from his mouth like water from a broken dam.

he’s still apologizing even when your hands are on his face, but he finally shuts up when he feels your lips on his. he visibly relaxes, and his hands come up to rest on your wrists as he kisses back.

“you don’t have to apologize.” you mumble against his lips once you pull away. he smiles and the blush on his cheeks is obvious.

“may i help you with that?” you ask. and he’s about to ask what you mean but stops and whimpers when he feels your knee push against the bulge in his pants. “oh.” he mutters.

“we still have time in here before the others wonder where we are, that’s enough time for me to help you out.” you mutter with a smirk on your face. you turn him around so that he’s facing the mirror, but this time you use the remote to turn the music down low.

he’s gaps when he feels your hands on him again, this time trailing lower and lower while you’re kissing his neck. this was going to be fun.

[rubberfuckey]

believe - rafe cameron

an: hiiiiii here i am with a short rafe piece, ik he’s terrible but drew is a cutie pie so lmk what you think! :)

words: 1.4k, pretty short

warning: angstttt

summary: as sarah breaks some unbelievable news, flashbacks come back to you of your relationship with rafe.

you and rafe had always been a thing for as long as you could remember. the cameron’s and your family had made it that way since you were 14. pogues and outsiders always judged the way your life was set up for you by your parents, but you truly didn’t mind. sure, at first you hated the fact that you were basically being forced into a relationship with a family friend. but after the first few months your fabricated relationship turned into something more. you were truly in love with rafe, and it was safe to say he felt the same way. you were each other’s first everything.

“come on, y/n” you giggled as he dragged you away from your families. you and your parents had to come to the annual fair with the cameron’s and up until now you were stuck to their sides as wheezie went on the little kid rides. he pulled you through the crowd of families big and small.

“rafe, where are you taking me?” you huffed trying to keep up with him. no sooner than you finished your sentence, he stopped abruptly causing you to run directly into his back. you backed up and saw him looking up at the biggest, tallest, scariest ride he could find with a huge smile on his face. you shook your head with a stern no.

“oh come on babe, it’ll be fun!” you blushed, that was the first time he had ever called you anything other than your name. you guys were only 14 at this point and your parents let you go off on your own in the hopes that you guys would warm up to each other. it was safe to say that you crumbled and got on the ride, but you didn’t let go of his hand as you screamed through the whole ride.

“never again.” you said sternly, but you couldn’t keep the smile off your face. now it was your turn to drag him through the crowd until you reached the ferris wheel.

“really? could you be anymore cheesy?” he asked, shaking his head but you knew he was just giving you a hard time.

“hey, i just risked my life for you on that last ride! letting me play out every teenage girl’s dream is the least you can do.” you laughed. you waiting in line until it was finally your turn to get in the cart. you sat in a comfortable silence while enjoying the ride until you heard an overly dramatic yawn and felt rafe throw his arm over your shoulder.

“yea, and i’m the cheesy one.” you said sarcastically, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks. you looked down with a smile, shaking your head. he grabbed your face with his other hand making you look up to him.

“y/n, can i kiss you?” he whispered. you shook your head eagerly as he leaned in and kissed you briefly.

“was that your first kiss?” you nodded slowly, almost embarrassed. he just smiled and shook his head in disbelief as you moved to rest your head on his shoulder. he knew you were something special in that moment.

you looked at sarah with disbelief. as she shook her head with tears in her eyes.

“you’re fucking lying, sarah, you sound crazy!” you shouted louder than you intended.

“y/n, why would i lie about something like this?” her voice broke as she tried not to cry. there was no way rafe was capable of killing someone.

“are you sure?” he whispered to you, brushing your messy hair out of your face. you were 16 now and completely in love. you and rafe had yet to have sex even though you had been together for about two years now. you had been in this position many times before, panting from the intense make out session while rafe was laying on top of you, kissing your jaw and neck. you nodded and reached for the waist band of his pants, his shirt was long gone from the start of it all.

“i want you, i love you.” you whispered, kissing his ear right where you had just spoke. he grabbed your hands and kissed you passionately. “i love you more, y/n” losing your virginities to each other only somehow brought you closer and he was so incredibly patient and sweet with you. he could never hurt a soul.

“sarah i don’t know what kind of fucked prank you’re trying to pull. or maybe you’re just wrong. rafe couldn’t hurt anybody.” you sobbed, trying to push her out of the way of the door so you could get some air. stepping out onto the balcony of your bedroom, only one specific memory was running through your mind.

you were at the cameron’s house, trying to wait out the rain. you were 17 now and you and rafe were still going just as strong, you didn’t think you’d ever break up. you were all supposed to go out on their boat and soak up the sun, but the sun decided to not make an appearance. you sat in the living room on rafe’s lap, as you, sarah, topper, and wheezie tried to figure out something else to do. you were just spit balling ideas of board games and movies before you heard one of your favorite songs play over the bluetooth speaker. you gasped and stood up quickly, pulling rafe up with you. you danced around the living room and sarah had topper up to quickly join you. wheezie just shook her head, looking awkward as the fifth wheel. you danced your way over to her, pulling her up to dance despite her objections. eventually she warmed up to the idea of dancing as rose and ward watched from the kitchen island that they were leaning against. you made your way over to them as well, not expecting them to give into you as easily as they did. it was almost uncharacteristic how happy you all looked dancing around the living room like no one was watching. you were all one happy family, and danced until the sun came out.

you shook your head, trying to calm yourself down but it was nearly impossible. sarah came outside behind you and rubbed your back as you cried. your mind raced as you started to ponder the possibility of rafe killing anyone. you hadn’t seen him in a year, you were 19 now and life was hard for the both of you. honestly you hadn’t seen much of sarah after you broke up either so the fact that she was here, must’ve meant something.

“y/n, you thought things were bad before? it got about ten times worse after you left. ward has been unbearable and i don’t even remember what rafe is like without being high off his ass. i need you to believe me, please.” she pleaded.

“rafe, get the hell off of me!” you shouted as he grabbed your wrist tight enough to leave bruises.

“you’re not leaving me!” he yelled as he pushed you into the closed door of his bedroom. this had turned into clock work for you guys. he got high, you cried and threatened to leave him, but you never actually did leave. he was angry all the time, sometimes taking it out on you. you couldn’t remember the last time you guys were genuinely happy together.

“you’re high right now, aren’t you? i can’t do this anymore.” you said with tears in your eyes.

as quickly as he got angry, he broke down in tears as he pulled you into his chest. “please, y/n, don’t leave me. i’ll change. i can change i swear. i’ll change for you, just please- i need you.”

“i can’t fall for that again. this is the third time you’ve said that bullshit and i fell for it every time. you need to let me go.” you said lowly. he dropped your wrist as he fell to the ground in front of you. “please” he sobbed. you almost broke, but you knew you couldn’t stay. you turned around and walked down the steps from his room as you heard him yell louder than you thought possible followed by a loud crash. your heart broke as you walked out the front door past the rest of the cameron’s gathered in the living room without saying a word.

“i believe you.” you whispered to sarah.

[soulwillower]

tease • stan uris

(stanley uris x reader smut)

requested: hi so ik requests are closed rn but i had this idea that you could write later once requests are open again! so basically the reader and stan are at a restaurant and the waiter is flirting with the reader, and she kinda flirts back just to tease stan in a way. then once they get back to their house they have hot, angry/jealous sex 🙈      +     Could you maybe do a jealous stan smut or a loving smut and I really love your work your a really good writer 🥺❤️       

warnings: swearing, smut, oral sex (fem receiving), um jealous sex, slightly dom stan, unedited

hi thank u for requesting these im so sorry it took so long to get posted! love u!!

[losers + reader are aged up in this.]

1.6k words

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you'd never admit it, but when the waiter started flirting with you, you immediately saw an opportunity. you and stan were out at dinner and earlier today, stan had flirted back with a cashier who had commented on his shirt. so really, you only flirted back with the waiter to make stan mad. it was just some harmless fun, clearly you were taken and the waiter was just some young kid who you could use to tease stan.

 he's just so god damn hot when he's jealous.

"are you feeling satisfied this evening?" your waiter asks, smirking suggestively at you. you raise your eyebrows in shock and out of your peripherals, stan clenches his fist. you smirk, "i think so, thank you very much for all your help with that."

stan rolled his eyes at that, but didn't mention it for the rest of your meal. even at the end, when you were preparing to ask for the bill and the waiter reappeared.

"and this is for you." the man says, placing down a chocolate cake on your table. you look in confusion to stan, face lit up by the candles on the table and looking frustrated as he stares at the waiter. it was hot.

"excuse me, but we didn't order this." stan says politely as the waiter smirks, "it's on the house." and then, he winks at you. your eyes flick to stan's quickly, finding a smoldering stare burning into you before you turn back to the man.  "oh, thank you! how considerate." you say with a flirty smile. he smiles back before turning and walking away.

stan had been quiet for the whole car ride home, jaw clenched and fingers tightly gripping the steering wheel. you knew he was frustrated just by the sheer amount of eye rolls at dinner alone; your attempt to tease him had indeed lit the fuse of jealousy just enough that stan was frustrated. 

you hadn't meant to piss him off, but you can tell he wasn't too furious. at least, not with you as much as with the waiter.

and now, as you lean against the bedpost and watch him unbutton his shirt, you're gnawing on your lip. "dinner was pretty enjoyable." you start gently, staring at him intently to dissect any small movement stan makes. he freezes his movements and turns to you with a deadpan stare. "i'm sure it was."

you raise your eyebrows at him, walking closer to him. "you didn't have a good time?" you ask, hands smoothing over his chest. his hands grab your wrists and he glares at you lightly. "i did. just couldn't shake the feeling that you were having an even better time." he mutters.

you swallow back a smile, instead looking at him with what you hope passes as an innocent look. "i was just enjoying being with you, my love." you try, leaning up to kiss his jaw. 

his chest rumbles under your fingertips. "hmm. so you were flirting with that guy just for... fun?" he asks, hands falling onto your hips out of habit although his jaw is still clenched and he's not moving in any other way.

"i don't know what you're talking about." you say with a small smirk as you nip lightly at his neck. his eyebrows are furrowed as you pull back to look at him, his eyes squinted as he glares at you with jealousy. "that good girl act isn't working, y/n." he snaps. “i know what you were doing. fucking tease.”

your eyes widen slightly, trying your hardest to not let stan catch your smirk. "you think it's fun to tease me, don't you babylove?" he mutters, eyes hooded in growing lust, face still mad. his head dips down to suck a mark on your throat, the sudden movement making you gasp, clenching your legs together to find some relief for the sudden arousal. he grabs your chin, turning your face so you look into his honey eyes. "don't you?"

you can't say anything but whimper, staring at his parted lips, leaning forward slightly. he chuckles at you, smirking. "you're mine." he snaps, catching your lips in a heated kiss, hands running up your body to pull you to him, tongue entering your mouth and twisting around yours.

his lips taste like chocolate and red wine and it's intoxicating as he nudges you, leaning you back until you fall against the mattress. he stands above you after pulling back from your lips, smirking as you pant up at him. he slowly takes off his shirt and you bite your lip, watching him with lust.

"you gonna be good for me?" he asks, staring down at you with dark eyes. holy shit. you nod rapidly, biting your lip, "yes, stan." he hums at your words, getting on his knees and pulling off your pants and panties in one motion. 

"we'll see about that." he mutters as he spreads your legs. you watch with stilted breathing as he brings his face closer to your heat, glaring at you. "are you going to say you're sorry?" he asks and you want to moan.

"god, stan- fuck, im sorry for making you angry, i d-" you gasp, cutting off your words as you feel stan lick a bold stripe up your heat. 

his tongue circles around your clit and the sensation makes you yelp in pleasure, legs wrapping over his shoulders. his hands plant on your hips to hold you steady as he gently sucks on your clit and you gasp. he pulls away slightly, lips glistening as he smirks up at you.

"you taste so good, babylove." he mutters, making you moan, legs squeezing around his head. he smirks at you, finger coming up to rub at your clit slowly as he brings his tongue to thrust into you.

 you squeeze his hair lightly as you whimper, the feeling euphoric as your toes curl. his name falls from your lips every few seconds as he ruthlessly eats you out, the coil in your stomach about to release. 

"stan, baby, i'm gonna cum." you mutter, eyes closed and chest rising and falling.

"not yet." he says, jaw set as he rises, and you whine in need with red cheeks. stan’s hands immediately go to his buckle and undo his pants, pulling them off as you stare at him with wide eyes. "fuck." you say quietly, eyes wide as you watch stan pull off his boxers, his cock slapping against his stomach. 

he starts pumping himself, his other hand pushing your shoulder lightly so you're flat against the mattress as he settles between your legs. he slowly rubs up and down your slit with the head of his cock, teasing you before continuing on his movements.

you can't help but gasp out, "fuck, stan. just fuck me." 

he raises his eyebrows at you, "what, you don't like to be teased?" he sneers, making you shut up with a red face. his hand comes to cup your cheek, "you'll take what you get, wont you?"

you buck your hips at his words but nod, staring at him with desperation, having to wait becoming increasingly more difficult with every passing second. "yes, stan. please, please." you mutter, cheeks red. you hear him chuckle and you open your eyes as he starts to push into you, his cock stretching you out.  "fuck!" you hiss in pleasure, hands grasping his bare shoulder as he bottoms out.

he starts to move after only a mere second, hitting the perfect angle that makes you groan his name into his shoulder as his snaps snap against yours. he moans into your lips, catching you in a heated kiss as he thrusts into you. "oh my god, stan, fuck, you feel so good." you gasp out, whimpering as he pushes your top up, you pulling it off all the way. 

he groans as he sees you're wearing no bra, staring as your tits bounce with the rocking of his hips, licking his lips. "baby." he mutters, hands gripping your hips tightly as he pounds into you. "you're mine."

you nod as he hits a new angle inside you and you know you're very close again. "yes, i'm yours, stan." you mumble, blissed out as he rolls his hips hard against yours.

his head dips down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue swiping over the bud and making you gasp as he palms the other one. he reaches a hand down to rub your clit as he pounds into you, making you roll your eyes back slightly as you shut them. "stan, i'm close." you whimper. he chuckles, "already, babylove?" you can only nod desperately, clawing at his shoulders to stabilize yourself as he fucks you into the mattress, every movement bringing you steadily to the brink.

"okay, love, i've got you. let go." he whispers into your ear, kissing the skin below it softly, a contrast to the speed and intent of his hips. 

you do, moments after, your legs quivering as you clench around him tightly, hitting your high with a blissful moan of his name.

"so pretty, baby." he says as he watches you unravel under him, hips stuttering as he continues to chase his high. you hook your legs around his hips and lift yourself slightly and he groans at the new angle, thrusts sloppy as he hits his own high, groaning into your neck.

"fuck." he whispers as he comes down from both of your highs, collapsing next to you, rolling onto his back. you immediately curl up into his arms and he kisses your temple. "sorry for teasing you, stan." you mumble tiredly, feeling exhausted and full of love. he chuckles, "s'okay, babylove." and then he kisses you fully on the lips, pulling you so you're laying vertically with him on the bed. you look up at him, hand on his chest.

"in my defense, it was really hot." you mutter, smiling when you see him smirk. "hm. it was." he admits with a grin and you kiss him, laying back down and letting him pull you against him.

[the-official-account]

Since today is Martin Killing-it Blackwood's unofficial birthday, (courtesy of @flashhwing) I would like to roast Oliver in his honor.

Disclaimer: i love every person and character mentioned here. This is all in good fun.

Ahem.

Bitch.

Avatar of the shitty psuedonym.

Thinks he's so cool because he bargained with the closest thing to fate. I eat corndogs for breakfast, I don't like beyonce, my little sister knows what arson is and likes it. Fate has a ransom on this ass, you ain't special.

"Antonio blake" ass. Sounds like the mc for a bad detective film ass. Waltzing into a hospital, what? For fun? Stop being edgy and go take a nap- OH WAIT. You can't.

He did tarot shit for a while and that's super cool I can't roast him for that at all. He wins this one.

And i- WHEEZE- I'm looking at his wiki page and this bitch really just walked around being ominous. Did you know he and Jane were coworkers? He just gave her sad looks like the emo kid who has a crush on you. Saunters up to Jennifer Ling, probably looking like Crowley from GO, (go buy some new pants, man) to ask what she's listening to like he's gonna cry if it isn't MCR (ash don't kill me, ik it's not real emo...i think? I dunno)

And yeah, I'm gonna say it, Simon McChicken Fairchild is more nihilistic than Oliver, and Simon's a capitalist.

This bitch pulls a whole-ass identity fraud scheme just to get a nap and ends up taking it to the face at 200mph. Not before he uses a GUN to kill the captain- Terminus be letting things happen but Oliver read You Are A Badass one time and gives no fucks.

Georgie swerved on his ass too, like damn. She said "smells like bitch in here" and she was RIGHT.

Avatar of the "that's kinda fucked up ig :/"

Avatar of the second spookiest tree in cannon. Wannabe ass.

Avatar of the "OoOoOoOoh InEvItAbIlIty" what's inevitable is you catching these hands.

Bitch probably dated the most vegan mother fucker on this planet. Puckerup, graphite-lips. But he's an economist so ofc he ain't even sure if that's Folger or not.

Speaking of, bitch was an economist but got so bothered about knowing how everyone is gonna die? Surprise, Motherfucker! It's capitalism. And I must know about this "dramatic" exit from his Barclay's? Did he punch some rich white dude? Because thats the only way he's ever getting my respect. Whatever it was, it attracted the attention of the end. Slow clap for Oliver.

We have to give him some recognition tho:

-most likely to have the highest literal body count

-most likely to be into hentai

-highest int. And lowest wis. Score

-Most likely to surpass AlexJN in terms of bureaucratic sexiness

-most likely to have the highest (metaphorical) avatar bodycount (based on the factors of 1.have they met? 2.do we know how that went? 3. Sexuality)

-most likely to tell you god doesn't exist

-most likely to kin that photo where Jonny "Why is he blue" Simms is being held hostage by a mushroom

Oliver is to the Archivist what @/pukicho is to the unprepared.

"Bee tee dubs, YwY, you'll die on September 23rd 2023, wear clothes you can get dirty"

Sure he'd be pissed about Jon's poor job habits, but he'd be more pissed trying to get Jon to RSVP for his own funeral when he can't get within 5 feet without Martin Knot-oliver-anything-but-oliver Blackwood decking his ass.

Bitch.

[ikenbar]

Mr Love: Ike’s Choice CH 5 PT 1

Author’s Note:

Chapter five baby!! This is gonna be a fun one!! It is chock-full of fluff, angst, adventure, and thickening plot!! Only the best for Ikamara’s story B) I plan on taking lines straight from the game in this story. Normally I would make annotations but, after rereading the parts I have done that with, I have noticed that they can distract from the story. And because I have a lot of lines from the game in the coming chapters, I am just going to put the reference to the stages in the warning. If you have a problem with this, send me a message! Though I do write Ikamara’s story for myself, I also want to make the experience as pleasurable for any one reading as possible.

Thank you so much for the love and support for my story! Please read the author’s note (and the beginning of the story) on chapter one part one if you’re new here and would like to be familiar with the story!! :D

Enjoy Chapter Five!! :D

- Ike ‘n Bar Productions

Warnings: Words taken directly from Stage 8-1 from the game Mr. Love: A Queen’s Choice, there is also FLUFF!!!, sad children, ~✨🌈Gayness🌈✨~, and plot development that makes you  beg for more but are sadly left on yet aNOTHER cliffhanger :D

Prologue:

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The man in the white lab coat walked behind Marie as they made their way back down that familiarly dank hallway. They were quiet but that didn’t mean Marie would have it any other way. From all the medical talk and strange languages they spoke, silence seemed like the only thing she could understand anymore. 

They came to a stop in front of a door. He opened it and gestured for Marie to go in. She timidly did so, allowing him to close it shut behind her and lock it. It was a simple room with two beds. Not much there but it was enough. 

In one of the beds sat Marie’s roommate, and best friend. Normally the girl would be smiling and greet Marie with open arms, but today, she was just sitting on the bed, crying. Immediately, Marie ran to her side.

“What’s wrong?” Marie’s squeaky voice made the girl jump. She hurriedly wiped her eyes.

“Nothing.” The girl mumbled.

“Oh come on.” Marie jumped onto the bed and next to the girl, “You can’t say that right after wiping away tears.”

“...it’s just that.” The girl slowly began, “...I’m tired of the testing. I’d just wish they’d stop pricking us with those needles. You’re so lucky. Your skin is so thick, you don’t need needles.”

“Nah, I still get the needles.” Marie kicked her feet over the bed and kept her eyes on the ground, “I just have a special kind that's bigger.” The girl sighed and leaned on her shoulder.

“I just feel so…” The girl started, gesturing her hands uselessly, “... not safe.” Marie tensed slightly.

“You shouldn’t.” She said, making the girl look up at her, “You’ve got me! I will always protect you.” The girl smiled weakly.

“You promise?” She asked. Marie nodded seriously as she drew an ‘x’ on over her heart.

“Cross my heart.” She smiled. The girl sat up and threw her arms around Marie. Marie reciprocated the hug, making the girl laugh. The girls held their hug, indulging in the security of it.

“When we get out,” The girl said softly, “and we are no longer in danger, will you still protect me?" Marie held the little girl closer to her.

“Youri,” Marie said the girl’s name seriously, “There won’t be a moment where I will leave your side.”

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Chapter five:

Part one:

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I waited anxiously in my seat, tapping the mug of coffee in my hand. Youran and I had spent the past week talking and getting to know each other. In fact, there wasn't a day that had passed that we didn't talk. It surprised me how easy it was to talk with her. It was like we had clicked, becoming friends almost instantly. Almost as if we had already been friends before.

 I had even told Youran about my family. Though I addressed them as my biological family instead of my foster family. I didn’t want her asking questions about my life as a foster child. Not because I didn’t want to answer them but because I knew that, if she asked, I would tell her everything.

 It was strange to me. Never in my life had I been so open to anyone like that. It was almost suspicious. But every time I spoke to Youran, the suspicions left my mind. I would get this immense calm all over my body. It was something I had never experienced before. Something only she could give me.

But the suspicions and doubts were back. I met this woman while I'm being targeted and I just trusted her?! Just like that?! Plus, wasn't it weird that I feel so strange around her? Not to mention I had dreams about her right before meeting her! Could she have been someone from my past? Someone that wants me dead? One thing was for sure, waiting for her was a dumb idea. Especially if it meant potentially getting hurt. I still hadn't healed fully from Montu's attack last week. Waiting there like a sitting duck was a terrible way to get killed.

As I moved to stand from my seat, a chime came from the front door, making me look up. Youran pushed through the door, clearly in distress. Her hair was tied in a loose ponytail that fell just above a vibrant sundress that brought out her light brown eyes. She seemed to have put on some light makeup as well, my eyes being drawn to her flushed cheeks and glossy lips.

 Panting slightly, Youran scanned the café until her eyes landed on mine. She smiled brightly. And, just like that, my suspicions vanished once again as that calm hit me like a truck. She came running over to me. "Ike!" Youran threw her arms around me, nearly toppling me over, "I hope you weren’t waiting long! I am so sorry I'm late. I slept through my alarm."

“It’s no problem.” I patted her head gently, “It happens. Besides, I... just got here. So you’re fine.”

“Great!” Youran jumped back and clapped her hands together, “Give me one second to order a drink then we can start hanging out!” I smiled and nodded. Hanging out? What are we, teenagers… she sure made me feel that way. 

Youran smile brightened in return. She turned on her heel and hurried to the front counter. I watched her as she left. She looked cute with her hair up like-

I shook my head and dropped that stupid absent minded smile. What am I doing? Wasn’t I about to leave?! I cursed under my breath and held a hand up to my mouth. She did it to me again! How does she just change me like that? There has got to be a malice reason behind it…

After a moment’s hesitation, I stole another glance at Youran. She was looking at the menu intently, tapping her chin with her finger thoughtfully.

… Well... since I'm already here…

I took my seat again, sighing as I picked up my now cold, and nearly empty, cup of coffee. After waiting a minute longer, Youran came running back to the table. “Ok!” She said, taking a seat in front of me, “How are you?”

She seems so happy to see me...

“I’m good.” I smiled, “How are you?”

“I’m great!” She giggled, “Having coffee together was such a great idea! I feel like we only know each other through a phone screen.” I hummed in agreement as a barista walked over to us.

“Refill, mam?” She asked me politely. I looked at Youran.

“... Yeah.” I sighed, lifting my cup to her, “Fill ‘er up.” The barista complied. Once she had left, I sparked a conversation, "How’s the company, Youran?”

“Excellent thanks to your help.” Youran sighed, “Victor had little to nothing to correct from the report, all thanks to your edits. Of course, he guessed almost immediately that you had been the reason behind it.”

“Yeah, Victor’s smart like that.” I sighed, spinning my newly filled cup of coffee absentmindedly.

“What about you?” Youran leaned on the table and looked at me expectantly, “How’s Ike ‘n Bar Productions?”

“Not bad. We actually start filming a new tv show today. Bart’s already heading over now to scope it out.”

“Ooo! Nice! Who’s the cast?” Youran egged.

“Nope.” I deadpanned, “Not revealing anything until it airs.” I looked up from my cup and caught Youran glaring at me. She had her cheeks puffed out and her bottom lip over lapping the top one. I smirked. She was so cute when she was angry. “Alright, alright. You can come to the viewing party.”

“Really??” Youran beamed, making the pout I saw a distant memory.

“Yeah.” I sighed,  “Why not?” Youran cheered and clapped her hands, sending a warm feeling in my chest.

“Oh! But watch out! You may not be able to get through the production so easily!” Youran’s voice sounded like she was telling a ghost story. She added her fingers waving in the air for extra spooky flavor. I arched my eyebrow.

“What makes you say that?” I asked, amused by her childish behavior. Youran leaned forward slightly and spoke in a harsh whisper, “Did you hear about that hacker that has been attacking the web?” My brows furrowed slightly. A widespread internet paralysis broke out in Loveland that week. It affected all websites in the city. On every homepage there was a signature by a hacker named ‘Key.’ “Apparently, there was word of the hacker affecting cell phones as well.” Youran continued, “Hacking into your phone and stealing emails and personal information.” I rolled my eyes.

“Hogwash.” I sighed, “It’s just people speculating and stirring up a commotion. Don’t think about it too much.” Youran nodded and took a sip from her drink. Though she agreed with me, I could still see worry knitted in her eyebrows. I instinctively reached out and brushed them. Youran looked at me surprised. I felt my face flush as I quickly retracted my hand. 

“Sorry.” I stammered, covering my face with my hand, “You just… You have nothing to worry about. So you shouldn’t hold your face like that.”

“I don’t?” Youran asked, innocently.

“Of course not.” I said simply, avoiding eye contact and looking back into my cup, “Like I said, this is all speculation. This ‘Key’ is probably trying to make a name for himself. Pushing however hard he can to get people to notice him. You’ll be ok.”

“...And ...If I’m not?” Youran asked sheepishly.

“I’ll protect you.”

 I froze. Those words fell from my mouth without me realizing it. They came so easily to me. As if I had said it a million times to her before...

Youran placed a hand on top of mine. I looked up at her. She was smiling sweetly at me.

“Thank you.” She said, softly. Her eyes sparkled, showing me she meant her thanks. I looked down. Her hands are so cold… I twisted my hand to hold Youran’s. “... Did you get your nails done?” I asked, changing the subject.

“Yeah!” Youran shone brightly as she leaned forward, “I had them draw little pandas on them! Aren’t they cute??”

“Adorable.” I ran my thumb over her nails gently, a soft smile settling on my face, “Adri has been wanting to get her nails done. You’ll have to tell me the name of the place you went to.”

“Oh! How is Adri doing?” Youran asked, pulling her hand away to clap her hands together, “Wasn’t today her first day at her new highschool?” I opened my mouth but was cut off by a buzzing that came from my blazer pocket. I pulled out my phone and looked at the collar ID. Ho boy. “ Speak of the devil.” I looked up to Youran, “Do you mind?” She shook her head and smiled politely. I thanked her and stood up.. after making sure I was out of earshot, I answered the call.

“Speaking.” I said resoundly.

“Hello?” The principal of Loveland Lake High, Mr. Olson answered seriously. He still sounded the same as he did when I attended that school, if not a little more warily, “Is this Ike?”

“What did Sam do now?” I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

Mr. Olson chuckled, “Ah, about that. It isn’t Sam I’m calling for this time. It’s Adrienne.” I froze.

“What happened?”

“Our new student was called to my office for cursing at her teacher and starting a riot in the classroom.” I groaned, “She has been suspended starting immediately. I tried calling Maria and Bart but neither of them picked up.”

“Maria is at a doctor’s appointment for Lola and Bart is at a shoot that I have to meet him at in less than an hour.” I checked my watch. “Are you sure Adri has to start today? Can’t she just sit in the corner and think about what she has done?”

“I’m afraid not.” Mr. Olson chuckled. I sighed and held my face in my hand.

“...fine. I’ll be over as soon as I can.”

“Thank you, Ike. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”

“Don’t be. It wasn’t your fault. Adri on the other hand will be receiving a solid talking to that may make her into a saint…. I’ll see you soon. Goodbye.” I hung up the phone and growled to myself as I walked back into the cafe. “I’m afraid I’ll have to go.” I said as I approached Youran, “I have to go pick up my sister early from school.”

“Oh no.” Youran’s smile fell into a look of worry, “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah.” I grumbled, stretching my jaw to stop it from clenching, “My sister is just a jerk to the underpaid.” I sighed, “The school is fifteen minutes away. By the time I pick her up and take her home, I’ll have to go to a shoot. I’m really sorry.” Youran shook her head and smiled at me.

“It’s nothing you couldn’t help. I understand.” She said this with a sweet smile but there was no denying the disappointment behind her eyes. I clenched my hands into fists inside my pockets. It felt as if I had a string attached to my chest that prevented me from just leaving Youran there, making it nearly impossible to leave her side.

“... Do you have plans for dinner tonight?” Youran looked shocked by my sudden question.

“No!” She answered quickly.

“Good. Don’t make any. We can finish chatting then. And it’ll be on me. To make up for bailing today.”

“But I was late!” Youran quickly jumped to stop me, “I’ll pay!”

“I really didn’t care that you were late. I can-”

“But I do!” Youran puffed out her cheeks stubbornly. Though normally, the stubbornness of others angered me, she still somehow pulled a smile out of me.

 “Fine. You can give me a ride there to make up for your tardiness. How does that sound?” I asked, lightly arching my brows. Youran nodded, her smile returning. “Good. I’ll text you the location of the shoot and you can pick me up from there.”

“Right!” Youran said, determinately. 

“See you tonight then.” I said. I hesitated a moment, then gave her a quick pat on the head. Youran giggled, bringing a sharp blush to my cheeks. Not willing to let her see it, I quickly started walking to the door.

“See you!” She said, waving to me as I left. I waved back as I pushed through the door, making the chimes tinkle melodiously. I felt a warm smile spread across my cheeks as I walked to the car. Youran was so sweet and caring to me. It was a kind of warmth I hadn’t felt since... My smile fell slightly. 

… I have never felt that kind of sweetness before... 

Why did it seem so familiar?

(Next)

[beecherdrysdale]

Hiii how are you ? I fell down the stairs today and cried for a minute straight #hormones. Dw I have a high pain tolerance but I just started sobbing lol. It happens. LONG post ahead, I kinda went off hehe.

Anyways let’s get started!! Yes quinton gets to be upfront because he would probably feel so uncomfortable(no offence) with all the sexual tension going on there if dyl or jamie were in the front hehe. But yes they would be bitchy about who gets to sit upfront “ no Jamie it’s mine turn to sit with Brigid” “ no it’s my turn dylan you just sat with her” so brigid would get fed up and banishes them to the back hehe. Lmao Brigid can we listen to Katy perry now? The silence!! And then no can we listen to Lady Gaga?. Quinton trying not to lose it in the front seat. If I had to chose tho I would chose lady gaga:) wbu?

Get ready to be beat! Yes Ryan is absolutely not sitting upfront w me! We would be crazy and I wanna win so. Quinner is sitting up front w me but he decided to be .... and I’m banish him to the back. Braden is the most chill so he’s sitting upfront and giving me directions!! Haha dyl yelling at you to drive faster, but no I will beat both hehe;). Kesh who’s sitting up front w you? Would Kirby be handsy😏?. We would have to make so many stops lol. Like it’s just nostalgic for us, but new for you so it would be fun to make pit stops. and we would just be taking so many Instagram photos as a group and w our boys and together ! We love that ! “Wait wait wait Lexi pull over, I remember this place I wanna take photos” lol this is bad hehe.

Lmao yes, your hair would be so tangled!! They would be panicking a bit because they’re like omg she’s gonna be so mad.... honestly Ryan would just take the photo and then post it but then Dylan would repost it and then Jamie and then me lol. Honestly I kinda love when people just take videos of being in the car w like the scenery showing, but this would include us laughing and listening to music! I hope they makes sense. Hehe Ryan or Dylan would probably take photos of Braden, cozzy and devon sleeping and would post it. Back to the hair: hehe yes I can see you giving them a death glare when you realize and your getting mad and would hide. I’m just imagining this in my head, like me pulling over and you running out of the car and quinton and devon fixing your hair lol. Somebody would be filming this no doubt.

Music wise, yes I love blasting music and people looking but it’s kinda a flex when they see who we are with.... I like rap too! What song do u like Brigid?. Country will be played and 2000’s which is fun! I’m good with anything !. Kesh I love hype up songs as well and bass heavy songs because they sound good on speakers hehe. I’ve been into Rihanna for the past week and I was working out to her music- where have you been, rude boy, bitch better have my money lol, pon de replay hit different but also S&M for some sexiness. Lmao sorry I’m just listing Rihanna songs that I love atm. What are your fav songs right now? Awww dancing on the side of the road is so soft, but everybody needs a dance break! Cozzy, Devon and Braden are some how still passed out, I admire that. Late night drives🥺 are we spicing this up 😏.

Hehe you and devon are swamped w emails and more and you’re like kirby can you please go w them we need somebody to watch them. Als yes quinton go take those hot photos . I admire Dylan’s sleep schedule, like good job on catching up on sleep. Kirbys just trying to sweet talk you and kiss you so that you wouldn’t be mad. All in all, kesh is just shocked like how is that possible? Lmao Brigid, Ryan and I w the shopping cart just stocking up on popcorn, chips m&ms, I love that. Jamie and Dylan are racing each other to see who can grab the most cereal and made sure that they are getting the correct ones for Brigid. Honestly all the boys are just confused about how grocery shopping works hehe. The crackhead energy. Kirby is panicking. We literally bought out all the snacks. Beaver tails are delish and I know where you can get them so 😃. I want to stuff Quinner’s mouth w beaver tails cuz that’s cute:) yes healthy food is a must, like fruits, veggies, rice cakes hehe. But remember that we are going to workout on this vacay hehe. After the grocery store we would go into the mall or something and the boys would just be wanting to buy video games 😂 and ps5’s. Also kesh I love how some of the boys are just trying on clothes. Why do I get a feeling that one of the boys would just be filming all of this?

The chirping will happen nonstop, I’m sorry it’s just to much inspo. Aww yes they are blushing real hard, cuz they like you soooo much. But Brigid is enjoying touching them so no prob.

The boat is a must and it is happening!! Hehe yes the tubing would be chaotic, everybody is just trying to get each other to fall in 😂. Ryan thinks that he’s getting away w pushing me in but SIKE you are coming with me. So then we’re just fighting in the water. Quinner would be like where did they go?. Hehe brigid gets so wrapped up in laughing at us that Braden pushes her in haha. Yes we all look super hot in our bikinis, and the boys are speechless! Like dyl and Jamie are just like wow, she looks so amazing! And Kirby is so in love w you, he’s like I’m the luckiest man ever. I’m still gonna make sure that I wear a non tie bikini so that it doesn’t untie, like one time I was in the boat and my friend pulled on the string and the entire thing untied and I just jumped in the water to retie. That is not happening again lol. Quinner would be mad hehe. Idk I’m seeing Brigid in a black bikini or maybe a dark blue one? It would match your eyes?. Kesh in a red one or yellow and me maybe in a green one or just black lol. Hehe yes kesh and Kirby are just doing cute couple stuff and keeping an eye out but we are to chaotic to maintain .

Hehe yes ig we are clingy but cute drunks but I get kinda wild when I drink so the body shots would def happen. It would be hot tbh. Yes somebody do body shots w Brigid. Dylan would step up first, and he would be enjoying it and then Jamie sees and is like no it’s my turn so he does it and in the end it’s just a competition and you all get drunk hehe. Kesh and Kirby are the parents of the clubbing trip no offence.. like wanna go help cozzy and devon? Hehe lol I could just be dancing w Brigid and the boys would get jealous and one of them would just come up and be like excuse may I cut in, and i would be like tf but then they give me a glare and I go dance sexy with Quinner or crazy w Ryan. Kesh and Kirby should dance at least at one point during this time. We all look hot btw :)

Hehe yay I can be friends w Dylan :) I want that friendship to happen tbh. but he’s getting jealous but I’m like let them have their moment, so I distract him a bit w talking.

Girls day is a must! I wanna hang out w you so badly. Some cute clothing will be bought! Ooo yes us modelling and them being in awe. Oo kesh a different modelling show w the boys 😏. The boys are getting handsy esp Dylan and Jamie hehe. And they are super protective so no other guy at the club gets any ideas. After tho it’s biker shorts, sweat pants and hoodies type of vacay lol .

Thank you for reading ! Hope you enjoy mes chéries💗🌸

yes ok so loooong post ahead people

oof that tough falling down the stairs lol. honestly i’m not doing to great right now bc i did not do as well as i wanted at my meet, so now i’m in a funky headspace. but hopefully answering this ask will help, and i can get my shit together before my events tomorrow (which are actually my important events)

haha yes dyl and jamie would just be arguing like “no it’s my turn to sit in front, no you just did it’s my turn” lmao. and then whenever they’re sitting in the front there’s just too much tension for quinton to deal with lol. so then i feel bad for quinton so i banish the other guys to the back and let him sit in the front hehe. and i’m just ignoring the other guys and refuse to play either of their music and i let quinton pick. and if we purposely pick songs we know the other guys hate, that’s a secret we’ll never tell. oof between those two idk, probably lady gaga, but again we’re not playing music jamie and dyl like lol. 

haha no, you get ready to get beat. i’m like an INSANE driver when i want to be. and ofc dylan is just yelling at me “faster brigid, hurry tf up! we have to beat everyone” so then we’re just zooming. but then obviously you’re doing your best to keep up so you have to banish ryan to the back so he doesn’t distract you. and then you let quinner sit up front until he starts getting too handsy bc you’re like no i won’t let myself get distracted. so then braden’s up front giving directions and trying to get you to go faster, but i’m still winning lol. and then kesh is also still in the race, and she and kirby are just chilling in the front bc everyone else’s asleep. ooooh yes making lots of pit stops bc nostalgia for all of you canadians. and then me and kesh are just seeing all the sights for the first time. oooooh yes all the cute insta pics we could take

ooooh yes people taking vids of like the music and scenery would be so cute to post as stories. and ofc all of us laughing and stuff, that would be so cute. anyways yes, my hair would be a hugeeee knot. and i would just give them the death glare, like you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. and jamie and dyl just try to hide from me, like they run away as soon as the car is stopped. and then devon and quinton fix it for me, god bless their souls. like i’m sorry, bc even i wouldn’t want to deal with that. ik how my hair can get. and this would be allllll over everyone’s stories ofc lmao

ok yessss our music game is on point tbh. ok so for rap, the artists i’m really into rn are juice wrld (rip i actually loved him sm), kid laroi (who learned from juice, so he sounds a lot like him), trippie redd, mgk, and nf. also iann dior, but he’s not so much rap as r&b. honestly any of their songs slap. and then ofc country and early 2000′s. and any music with good bass, but i think a lot of the artists i said have that. ooooh yes getting out to have a dance party on the side of the road. hehe it could be really crazy. or alternatively, it could be when you’re out on a late night drive and there’s a slow song on the radio and you guys just get out and slow dance to the song together no this is not at all inspired by the song slow dance in a parking lot anyways yes late night drives are so cute. but then of course they can get spicy 😏 in case you couldn’t tell i’m always down for it to get spicy lmao

haha yes quinton and dylan c. honestly have their priorities straight. and devon and kesh are swamped with director duties, so that leaves kirby in charge. so then ofc when we get home kirbs tries to sweet talk kesh, but she’s just not having it. she’s just like how? anywaysssss at the store we have the most duo of ryan and lexi, plus now i’m added into the mix, and it’s just a mess. like we buy a shit ton of popcorn, pretzels, chips, candy, etc. and we literally bought half the store’s supply of everything lmao. and then dyl and jamie are just in the cereal aisle trying to grab as much cereal as they can. whichever one of them gets we chocolate mini wheats i will love forever. and then kirby’s getting healthy food bc yk he’s trying to be responsible. so then kesh has to explain that his whole job was to make sure everyone else was getting healthy food, not just get it himself lmao. but honestly none of the guys actually know what they’re doing lmao. and then we obviously have to get beaver tails to so lexi and quinner can have a moment, but idk where you get those lol. but yes we will be working out a ton on this vacay, so it’s ok that we have sm junk food lol. and then after we’re done with food, the guys decide to wander the mall and then they just buy a ton of video game and then they’re trying on clothes lol. and yes obvi they’re videoing the whole thing bc they’re secretly middle school girls who want to have a blog lmao

hehe yes me getting chirped the whole trip, esp the boat day. and the guys are getting so embarrassed about it, but i just don’t care lmao. and then the whole boat day is so chaotic obvi. when ryan pushes lexi in, quinner will come back and just be confusion lmao. like where’s lexi. and then i’m dying laughing and then braden sneaks over and pushes me in lol. but yes we all look amazing in our bikinis. like kirby is just so in love with kesh and thinks she looks gorgeous 😍 and then dyl and jamie are just like damn you look hot about me lol bc we’re horny ones on this trip apparently. and i’ll wear a tie-back jolyn bc they actually stay on lol. and then ofc quinner thinks lexi looks super good, but then she tells the story about the last time she wore a tie-back and he’s just like why didn’t you do it again? lmao. ooooh for bikinis i like a black top with a print on the bottoms idk why. and then you guys in whichever color you want. also yes kesh and kirby are trying to be responsible during this, but it’s just not working lol

haha yep i can definitely see you and quinner being wild drunks together (it’s more like when the alcohol is wearing off that you guys get really clingy) so obvi you guys start doing body shots. and ofc it turns into a jamie/dyl competition bc what doesn’t? and then me and lexi are just dancing sexy together, yk like two drunk girls do, and then dyl or jamie tries to come over and cut in and at first you won’t let them but then you finally give in and go dance with quinner instead. and then yeah, no offense kesh and kirby, but y’all are the parents here. like making sure we don’t do anything too too dumb lmao. and also being a wingman for some of the other guys. but you guys def dance together at least a little bit too. and obvi we all look hot

yessss i feel like you and dyl could be super chaotic friends too. so the two of you are just chilling together and then you have to distract him lol, but then after that you have a different chaotic friend for when ryan’s not available lmao

yes yes yes, girl’s day would be so fun. and then we get a ton of cute new clothes so obvi we have to model them. and they’re all just in awe, like those are our girls. but then we also do private modeling shows 😏 and we all know how that ends. and then when we’re in our clubbing clothes obvi they are getting super protective over us bc we look so hot and we’re their girls, so no other guys can get ideas. but then once they’re drunk they’re handsy as hell lol. but then the rest of the vacay ends ups spent in hoodies, sweats, and athletic shorts lol. and obvi some of the guys’ clothes

ughhhh i love this, the whole thing was amazing. 10/10

[theirmajesty2139]

ik ur already working on my other request but can i get frank manera sexual alphabet hcs please 👉👈

Frank Manera sexy headcannon alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’ll take a nap then suggest the two of you go get some breakfast. if you fall asleep first he will wrap you up in blankets and keep you warm. Will smother you in kisses and praise.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your stomach, especially if you’ve got a lil bit of tummy fat. He thinks you’re adorable and wants to kiss your belly rolls.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He wants you to cum on his face and in his mouth. He loves the way his partner tastes. He likes to pull out before he cums and finish all over their hole so he can use it as lube and fuck it back into them while he’s still hard.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

One time he tried using one of his more phallic looking healing crystals as a sex toy and immediately regretted it. It got stuck and one hospital visit later he had a funny story to tell his friends.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Back in his prime he had many orgies. Things get pretty heated at peace rallies. He’s still nervous when he gets with a new partner so probably appears like he has no idea what he’s doing.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

69, obviously. Oral sex is his favourite thing. It’s his favourite because when he makes you feel good you moan around his dick and it really turns him on.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

If he’s trying to be dominant he will get the giggles. He cannot take himself seriously enough to dirty talk without laughing.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Very hairy and thick like his beard. His pubic hair is a jungle. He hasn’t shaved once in his life and he doesn’t plan to start which means his armpits are hairy too. He can’t grow chest hair.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Very romantic. He loves to compliment you and tell you that he loves you. He will kiss your forehead all the time because he knows it makes you smile.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He thinks about you, completely naked and covered in honey. He wants to lick every inch of your body. He thinks watching you eat is hot so definitely took a candid video to watch when he’s alone and horny.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Food kink, obviously. Flavoured lube and condoms turn him on. Likes to bite and suck at your skin. Blood play 10/10.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Really wants to fuck on the kitchen floor. Likes the idea of you giving him head while he cooks you breakfast. Also likes having sex in a tent in the middle of nowhere.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Promise him that if he makes you cum you’ll make him breakfast. He will suddenly develop sexual superpowers. If you grab his butt he'll get hard. He also has nipple piercings that he loves being played with.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Will not call his partner degrading names and is very turned off by any impact play because he’s sensitive. not into cuckolding or age play.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Loves it. 10/10 would recommend. Likes to give just as much or more than he likes to receive.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual. He wants to touch and savour every part of your body. He’s also very gentle and soft.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Only likes the idea if you’re in a public space and need to be fast otherwise he wants to take his time.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Not really, he worries too much about your safety and will overthink any situation. He always wants to know you’re being safe.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He lasts a long time but once he’s done it takes a while for him to get going again. He’s very easily worn out.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He prefers to use everyday items from around the house so every time he looks at that object he will have a fun memory.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not at all. He’s too nice. If you ask for something he will do his absolute best to make sure you have it, he loves you. He doesn’t have a sadistic bone in his body.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is super vocal, he loves to make noise and let everyone know exactly what you two are up to.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

His favourite song to have sex to is yummy by Justin Bieber. It just fits. When you tell him that you actually hate that song... everyone does he will settle for something jazzy.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s short but kinda thick. It’s dirty because he never has a bath. That’s all I have to say.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Only high if yours is. He loves it when you initiate sex because it makes him feel wanted. His sex drive rockets up if you get a period... I wonder why? 🤔

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Mot immediately, he spends a few minutes awake in a soft, dreamy state before falling asleep, that’s when he’ll tell you he loves you.

[notbang]

rethaniel appreciation week day 3 → friction

nothing but the raw deal

It takes her a minute to register her surroundings when she stirs, unfamiliar as she is with them, even if the person currently sharing their sheets with her is someone she knows almost as intimately as herself, at this point.

“Mmm, good morning,” Rebecca hums, stretching and curling into him.

She’s just in the middle of craning her neck to get at his mouth to steal a kiss—morning breath be damned—when Nathaniel wraps a giant palm around her shoulder, holding her at arm’s length.

“What the hell happened to your face?”

“Well, rude,” she says, frowning, and then she starts to get an inkling of what he’s talking about because the pull of the grimace makes her skin feel tight and hot and sore. “Ugh. Dude. You. You happened to my face.” She shifts experimentally and immediately winces, dropping back down and burying her head with a sleepy, disgruntled groan. “And apparently also to places that are not my face.”

Re-emerging from beneath her pillow, she flips back the blankets, exposing the entirety of the unmistakable path of irritated skin rising into welts between her breasts and grazing a trail across her belly and below. Her left inner thigh got the brunt of it, she notes with only some mild contortion, where the general blotchiness is already breaking out into angry little red spots.

Nathaniel, to his credit, looks vaguely horrified.

She waves him off. “It’s fine, it was self inflicted. Kinda.” He raises a disbelieving eyebrow at her. “Fine—it was definitely mostly self inflicted, based on the indisputable fact that I was the one enthusiastically sitting on your face. Not that you needed much encouragement, for the record. And not to mention that you’re, like, the one with the face of a thousand spiky deaths that inspired the enthusiastic riding to begin with.”

“You said you liked the beard!” he says, an edge of panic dislodging some of the quintessential haughty defensiveness from his voice.

“I did like the beard,” she assures him. “Guatemala looks good on you. I’m just having some second thoughts about it now, in the cold light of day, where my entire body is on fire.” She swears she sees him pale in response, so she can’t resist grabbing for her foot and teasing, “Oh, nope—see, you missed a spot.”

Expression pinched, he continues to bristle about it as he gets up and sets about collecting their scattered clothing from where it’s been strewn across his hardwood floor, and it doesn’t entirely make sense, the way this prickly back and forth with him in the immediate aftermath of their long-awaited reunion fills her with such overwhelming fondness.

Nathaniel’s new apartment is bigger than his old one, but the interior design is currently a lot less magazine spread, a lot more living out of the miscellaneous boxes he’s only recently pulled from storage. One of the pitfalls to his bed actually being enclosed in, well, a bedroom this time around is that when he disappears to the bathroom, he’s both completely out of sight and earshot.

When he comes back, his jaw is entirely clean-shaven.

“Wow. You work quick.” When he shoots her a pointed look—something distinctly in the vein of you of all people should know why!—she can’t help but grin. “Aww. You’re so cute when you think you’ve somehow ruined your chances with me by giving me the ol’ stubble trouble.”

He still isn’t sharing in her amusement—she supposes she should know, by now, that making fun of him is always going to elicit a mixed bag—so she switches her expression to reassuring instead. “Nathaniel, honestly, it’s no big deal. I’ll slap some moisturiser on it and buy some concealer for my chin. Worst case scenario, I walk with an unfortunate waddle for a day or two. Which, you know what? Is just as easily blamed on… other parts of you than your facial hair. Also, how has this never happened to you before? When I first met you the razor-sharp scruff was basically your whole look.”

“Huh,” he says, some of the tension going out of him as he considers this, last night’s shirt still hanging limply in his hand. “Guess I never stuck around long enough—or paid enough attention—to find out.”

She pouts out her lower lip and places a hand to her heart. “See? That just makes it all the more romantic that you’re here, experiencing this ordeal with me now.”

He huffs, making a beeline for his hamper.

Having lost interest in his ongoing need to channel his persistent unease into creating some kind of order from their collective chaos, she collapses back on the bed, sticking her legs up in the air and splitting them, making a pathetic noise in accompaniment but on the whole completely unconcerned with her own—admittedly unseemly—display.

“Is that really necessary?” Nathaniel asks, pulling a face. “Does that actually help?”

“Unless you plan on getting in there with some WD-40, yeah, this is what we’re doing right now. Why, you expecting guests, or something?”

He balls up her light blue underwear and throws them at her. “Would you put on pants if I were?”

“I mean, I would probably be forced to consider it, yeah.”

“Glad to hear you still have a shred of dignity intact.”

“It is hanging by an admittedly small thread.”

After a long moment of staring at her, during which she makes no attempt to decrease the degree of her exposure, a strangled kind of cough works its way out of him that she thinks might finally be a laugh.

She drops her legs even wider and props herself up on her elbows to get a better look at him. “Are you having a stroke?”

“No,” he says, turning away briefly to compose himself. “I just—You’re so—I don’t know.” His eyes slink slowly back to hers. “I don’t… know… anyone like you.”

It could just be coincidence—that she’s merely reaching the upper limits of her own admittedly measly muscular endurance—but her knees start to cave in on her a little. She sits up properly, a toothy smile blossoming across her face of its own accord. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Nathaniel affirms, and comes to sit beside her on the bed.

After a few seconds of contented silence, she asks, “Nathaniel?”

“Mmm?”

“Did you just fall a little bit in love with me while I was bearing my beard-burned vagina at you?”

He makes a show of sighing loudly and rolling his eyes away from her, so she knows without a glimmer of doubt that the answer is yes. Heart bright and full, she grabs his hand in hers and squeezes, re-commanding his attention.

“Hey. I l…ike your new rug,” she says with mock sincerity, waggling her eyebrows at him when he registers the bait and switch. “Wonder what shade of red it’ll bring out in my knees.”

Nathaniel growls, making sure to push her back against the mattress by her relatively unscathed shoulders.

“You’re an asshole,” he tells her lightly, skin smooth against hers, and his voice is laced with nothing but the utmost affection.