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[devotedsweetheart]

・❥ OVERSTIM WITH CALEB (PART 1) !

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ rundown :: some scenarios in which caleb would react to being overstimulated !!!

WARNINGS :: NSFW! 18+, sub!caleb, dom!reader, dacryphilia, overstimulation, phone sex, edging

a/n :: if you can count how many times i wrote overstim/overstimulation i'll give you a cookie. lmk if you want a part two! <333

caleb would definitely adore being overstimulated. after all, he loves everything that involves you!

PHONE SEX :: he would deny, deny, deny every time you'd tease him... but late at night when he'd jack off he'd be thinking to the memories of what you'd do to him. all the begging,, squirming,, crying... it's all he ever thought about. the obsession got to the point where he's considered actually asking you to film him while you give him a handjob just so he can imagine it better when he's away from you... but it doesn't stop there. he's so bad that he'll even obey you when you guys masturbate on the phone together, going faster on himself even when he's already came ; his tip all red and angry. "good boy, caleb.. im so proud of you. keep going, just like that... squeeze yourself tighter baby, yeah. good..." you'd say into the microphone, forcing him past his limit. you wouldn't get much of a response as he's currently putting all his energy into trying to listen to you.. but a few whimpers will do just fine!!

TYING HIM UP :: he would often plead nonstop; hips stuttering down into the mattress in an attempt to run away. but his attempts are futile as he agreed to let you tie him up beforehand... before he knew your true intentions. he loves to be tied up!! regardless if you're overstimming him or not. you often hear the rattling of the bed frame hitting against the wall (accustomed by his awfully loud moans) when he tries to break free from his restraints while you're working your magic. although he may want to get away from the intense pleasure you bring him, he cant help the way he leaks a bit out onto your hand, acting as natural lube; his cock practically begging you to go faster... :(

THE FIRST TIME :: the first time you even tried to do it he was so taken aback he cried. big crocodile tears all running down his face, hands grasping at your sides while he gasped and hiccuped for you to stop. "holyfffffuck y/n pleasepleaseplease i c-cant-" he'd say, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back. he wouldn't have any control over his body or dick... heck he wouldnt be able to feel his body because of all the sensations going through him. his toes would curl and he was desperate to try and get you off of him, his little scrambled brain couldn't tell whether or not he loved or hated the pleasure:/. after you wiggled your hips a little more on him, he couldnt help but cum one more time inside you. "baby please! i-im.. fuck!nononono im cumming ohmygod-" and with that, his back would arch and his mouth would open in the cutest little scream. cuddles and encouraging words were needed after... tell him how good he was for you and that you were sorry if you went too hard... you just couldnt help it!

PUNISHMENT :: when he's done something bad he already knows he's in for it, waiting anxiously for you to find out what hes done. whether it's stealing your panties for the 100th time or your bra to cum on for the 150th time.. whatever it is, he knows you'll figure it out eventually. and when you do... not only do we have overstimulating, we're bringing in ruined orgasms, edging, slapping.. you name it!!! he loves when you edge him the most, only because he knows you'll give into him in the end. with all his begging and whining.. "please pips please.. i'll be so good next time i promise im sorry. i know i've been bad and you have all the right to be mad.. but dont do this to me. please." paired with the puppy dog eyes.. you cant help it. the same scenario would come up when you'd ruin his precious orgasms right after. he'd always forget about what happened last time and get his hopes up that you'd let him cum, but when the time comes and it's there, when his muscles lock up and eyes roll back... you stop. he cums regardless but it is so unpleasant and sad.. his cock twitching into nothing as small white streams come out of it. opening his eyes, he'd look up at you and sob.. thrusting his hips in the air for any type of friction. buuuut when you do end up touching him, the overstimulation makes its appearance. "what is it, love? i thought you wanted this. shut your pretty mouth and take it." you have to raise your voice to say this as his incoherent words are drowning you out, & when you've finally had enough of his babbling and no responses; slapping sounds like a great idea. it always shuts him up. "did you fucking hear me? take. it. no talking."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ in conclusion :: overstimulate him and you'll get a (cute) mess of a boy. ;)

[amybloomz]

ᯓ★ everything eats and is eaten.

where tobias erin rodgers was your best friend.

author’s note: this wasn’t a request i just rlly wanted to write this. it’s inspired by the song ingydar by adrianne lenker bc ive been rlly into their songs recently! also ive seen the creepypasta hcs req, im working on it!!

masterlist. , part two

despite being friends with toby for so long, you hated going to his house. it was always cold, and the air felt tense. your mother was friends with toby’s mother, connie, so you’d been to his house quite a few times now. this time shouldn’t feel different, but it does.

your heart jumps to your throat, and you break out into a cold sweat. anxiously, you knock on the door. something was wrong. your gut was screaming at you to run the other way— but you couldn’t leave toby alone. you needed to know that he was okay.

the shouts from inside quieten down, and you can hear shuffling from behind the door. you hold your breath as each latch is undone, waiting in anticipation for the gates of hell to open. the air seems to still as the door knob twists.

you sigh in relief as connie’s kind face peaks through the crack of the door, and she opens it wide enough to allow you to sneak through. she offers you up a kind smile and nothing more before pointing you upstairs.

the steps creak as you walk up them, your heartbeat quickening. you grip onto the railings to try and provide yourself some support as your body shakes. a cool breeze sweeps itself through the house, though it feels like a harsh wind as it whistles.

knock five times in that specific pattern and the door will always open. like a secret password, but safer because nobody remembers knock patterns unless they mean something. only this time, your password didn’t work. you call out to him— no reply. you press your ear against the door, cupping it to try and receive any sign of life.

nothing. not even shuffling.

you try the door and it’s locked. of course it’s locked. you try it more harshly, shaking the door in a desperate effort to break it open. nothing. you let go, sitting on the floor and leaning your back against the cold wood of the door. everything in this house felt cold.

you flip your phone open, checking your messages. nothing. you check the date and time next— you weren’t late, nor were you early, and you hadn’t shown up on the wrong day. you look across the hall. connie’s dull eyes stare back at you. or something behind you.

you slowly stand back up, trying the door again. open.

toby’s room was a mess. it always has been. you pick up any clothes obstructing your path as you walk into the room, dumping them into his overflowing laundry basket. you make a mental note to bring it downstairs once you’re done.

turning to his bed, you stare at his silhouette curled in on itself underneath the covers. an occasional twitch or jerk gives his hiding place away, but if you didn’t know any better you’d assume there was a pile of soft toys under there. you sit on the edge, careful not to disrupt is position in fear of making him worse.

“toby?” your voice is gentle, soft. his head slowly peaks out from under the covers, his deep brown eyes wide with fear. you notice now that he’s shaking.

“he’s coming to get me, and he’ll get you too, you have to hide, quickly,” he whispers with genuine alarm— you gasp as he grips onto you tightly. he opens the covers to allow you to get under with him, and you comply to allow him some peace of mind.

“who’s coming to get us, toby?”

“they all tried to call me crazy, dear old dad even told me that he’ll send me away, but you believe me, don’t you? you believe that the tall man will take us, right?”

suddenly you’re six years old and hiding under the bed with your best friend. he’s telling you that the tall man is going to get you both if you if he sees you, so you must stay under the bed to hide from him. you believe your best friend, of course, because why wouldn’t you?

maybe you’re eleven, and toby’s pulling you into his closet because the tall man is standing near his bed and you have to hide or else he’ll take you away. this time, you try to leave the closet. you hate tight spaces. but toby is so insistent and he continues to pull you back— his grip on you is so tight you’re convinced it’s going to bruise.

now you’re 17, and you’re under the covers with your best friend as he begs you to beleive him. but you say nothing. what can you say in this situation? after all, you were aware of toby’s mental state. you chalked it up to years of verbal abuse from not just his peers during his short time at school, but from his own blood— his father. the ‘tall man’ he was seeing was simply a manifestation of how he sees his father. a large, intimidating man who is going to take everything away from him.

you slowly lift off the covers, much to toby’s horror. he begins to shake more vigorously, his twitching becoming more frequent, almost urgent. you still. he pulls you back down harshly and vigorously pulls the covers back over the both of you.

“are you trying to get us killed? he’s not afraid to hurt us you know?! you’re absolutely crazy..”

you’re taken aback by his words; you choose to stay silent before you say something you regret. you’re scared to breathe.

seconds tick by and soon they become minutes, and minutes evolve into hours. his vigorous shaking calms to gentle tremors— his jerking becomes less frequent. he seems calm. tense, but calm.

“i’m going to kill him,”

nevermind.

“kill who? the tall man?”

“no. but the tall man is going to help me,”

he zones out again, you don’t pressure him to answer your question— or maybe you’re just too afraid of the answer. whatever the reason, you go about the rest of the day as normal. you turn on the tv and watch shitty horror movies to make fun of the protagonists until it’s 5pm, and by then it’s time for you to go.

connie looks surprised when toby steps out of his room behind you— the first expression you’ve seen her make in a while. he never tends to walk you out of the house, but he made a point to do it this time. as you opened the door, rain attacks all of your senses, and a shiver runs up your spine.

“take this,”

toby drops his hoodie ontop of your head, laughing at your shocked expression. despite this, you put it on, rolling up the sleeves slightly and pull the hood over your head.

“i’ll return it tomorrow, 8am sharp as always i promise,”

“that’s alright, i’ve got loads anyways, i’ll see you another time alright?”

you wave goodbye, and you hear the door shut behind you. the tight feeling in your chest returns. dread.

��� I’m Victoria Smith and this is your twelve o’clock news. A family home has been burned to the ground— the father dead, the mother spared, and the son missing. ”

[memorabxlia]

TENDER MOMENTS ━ 제이크

Pairing: idol!jake x fem!reader Summary: "You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest as you glanced over at Jake. "Are you ready?" Jake nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "I've never been more ready." WC: 1.9k Genre: idol!au, parents!au, tooth rotting fluff Nets: @blossomnet

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest as you glanced over at Jake. He looked at you with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, his fingers tapping anxiously against his thigh.

“Are you ready?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jake nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’ve never been more ready,” he replied, his voice filled with emotion.

With trembling hands, you reached out and handed him the pregnancy test. He took it from you, his breath catching in his throat as he stared down at the small window, willing the lines to appear.

Seconds stretched into eternity as you both waited with bated breath. And then, there it was – two pink lines, faint but unmistakable, a silent confirmation of the new life growing inside you.

Jake’s eyes widened in disbelief, his lips parting in a wordless gasp. He looked up at you, his face breaking into a wide grin as tears of joy welled up in his eyes.

“We’re going to be parents,” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

You nodded, your own tears spilling over as you reached out to him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

As the weeks turned into months, your belly began to swell with the growing life inside you, each kick and flutter a gentle reminder of the miracle taking place within.

It was a warm afternoon, the sun streaming through the windows of your cozy living room as you sat on the couch, your belly protruding proudly. Jake fussing over you like an overprotective mother hen.

“Jake, I’m fine,” you insisted, rolling your eyes affectionately as he fluffed up the pillows behind you for the umpteenth time. “I can handle sitting down by myself.”

But Jake wasn’t convinced. He knelt down beside you, his hands gently cradling your belly as he pressed a soft kiss against your bump. “ I just want to make sure you’re comfortable,” he murmured, his voice filled with love and concern.

You smiled, reaching out to stroke his cheek tenderly. “I know,” you replied, your heart swelling with gratitude for his unwavering support. “But you don’t have to worry so much. Im 37 weeks pregnant, not incapacitated.”

Jake chuckled, the tension easing from his shoulders as he leaned in to to press a kiss against your lips. ”I know,” he admitted, his voice softening with affection. “I just can’t help it. I want to take care of you and our little one.”

You melted into his embrace, feeling a rush of warmth spread through your chest at his words. “And you’re doing an amazing job,” you whispered, pressing a lingering kiss against his forehead.

As you settled back against the pillows, Jake curled up beside you, his arm draped protectively around your shoulders.

The next day, as you sat in the nursery, surrounded by the soft glow of pastel-colored walls and the sweet scent of baby powder, you and Jake found yourselves lost in a flurry of activity, putting the finishing touches on the room that would soon welcome your little one.

Jake carefully assembled the crib, his brow furrowed in concentration as he followed the instructions step by step. You, meanwhile, busied yourself with folding tiny onesies and arranging them in the dresser drawers, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips with each tiny garment you touched.

As you worked, you couldn't help but steal glances at Jake, marveling at the love and dedication etched into every line of his face. He was going to be an amazing father, you knew, and the thought filled you with a warmth that spread from the tips of your toes to the depths of your heart.

"Hey," Jake said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you. He looked up from his task, his eyes softening as they met yours. "I can't wait to see her in this crib."

You smiled, crossing the room to wrap your arms around him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder as you watched him work. "Me too," you replied, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "It's going to be perfect."

And as you stood there together, surrounded by the love and anticipation that filled the nursery, you knew that no matter what the future held, as long as you had each other, you could weather any storm.

But little did you know, the storm was about to arrive sooner than expected.

Later that evening, as you settled down for dinner, a sudden gush of warm liquid between your legs sent your heart racing with excitement and apprehension.

"Jake," you gasped, your voice trembling with urgency as you clutched at his arm. "I think... I think my water just broke."

Instantly, Jake sprang into action, his eyes wide with panic as he helped you to your feet and guided you towards the front door.

"Let's go," he said, his voice steady and reassuring despite the chaos swirling around you. "We're going to meet our baby girl."

The car sped down the familiar streets, the neon lights of the city blurring into streaks of color as you and Jake hurtled towards the hospital. Inside the car, the atmosphere crackled with a mix of excitement and nervous energy, the anticipation of meeting your baby girl almost palpable.

Jake's hands gripped the steering wheel with a white-knuckled intensity, his focus unwavering as he navigated the late-night traffic with practiced ease. Beside him, you sat clutching your belly, each contraction sending waves of discomfort rippling through your body.

"You're doing great, love," Jake said, stealing a quick glance at you before returning his attention to the road. "Just a little while longer and we'll be at the hospital."

You nodded, forcing a smile through the pain. "I can't believe it's finally happening," you whispered, your voice filled with awe and wonder.

Jake reached out, his hand finding yours and squeezing it gently. "I know," he replied, his voice soft with emotion. "But we've got this. We're in this together, remember?"

You nodded, feeling a rush of warmth spread through your chest at his words. "Together," you echoed, leaning into his touch as another contraction washed over you.

As the minutes ticked by, the intensity of the contractions grew stronger, each one bringing you closer to the moment you had been waiting for. Jake's steady presence beside you was a source of comfort and strength, his voice a soothing anchor in the midst of the storm.

"Just breathe, love," he said, his voice calm and reassuring as he guided you through each contraction. "You're doing amazing."

You nodded, focusing all of your energy on the rhythmic rise and fall of your breath, letting Jake's steady voice wash over you like a gentle tide.

And then, finally, after what felt like an eternity but also no time at all, the familiar shape of the hospital loomed into view, its bright lights beckoning like a beacon in the night.

"We're here," Jake said, his voice filled with relief as he pulled into the hospital parking lot. "Hang in there, love. We're almost there."

As you and Jake hurried through the sliding doors of the hospital's entrance, the bustling atmosphere of the maternity ward enveloped you in a whirlwind of activity. Nurses and doctors hurried past, their voices mingling with the soft hum of machines and the distant sound of crying babies.

Jake's hand tightened around yours, his eyes wide with excitement and nerves as he scanned the bustling ward for a familiar face.

"Excuse me!" he called out, his voice cutting through the chaos as he approached a passing nurse. "My wife is in labor. We need help!"

The nurse turned towards you, her eyes widening in recognition as she took in your flushed face and the telltale signs of impending childbirth.

"Right this way," she said, her voice calm and reassuring as she led you towards a nearby room. "We'll take good care of you."

As you entered the room, a wave of relief washed over you, the sterile scent of disinfectant mingling with the warm, comforting embrace of familiarity. The nurse bustled around, preparing the room for your arrival, while Jake hovered anxiously by your side, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You're doing great, love," he whispered, his voice filled with pride and admiration. "We're almost there."

You nodded, squeezing his hand tightly as another contraction washed over you, each one bringing you closer to the moment you had been waiting for with bated breath.

And then, suddenly, it was time. With a final push and a cry that echoed through the room, your baby girl entered the world, her tiny cries filling the air with a sound sweeter than any melody you had ever heard.

"It's a girl!" the nurse exclaimed, her voice filled with joy as she placed the squirming bundle of blankets into your arms.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you gazed down at your daughter, her tiny fingers curling around yours as if to say, "Hello, Mommy."

Jake wrapped his arms around you both, his face a mask of pure love and awe as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"She's perfect," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "Absolutely perfect."

After keeping you for a few days to make sure everything was normal, the hospital room was filled with a soft, golden light as you and Jake stood by the bassinet, marveling at the tiny bundle nestled within. Your daughter, Melody, slept soundly, her tiny chest rising and falling in a rhythm as gentle as a lullaby.

"We get to take her home today," you whispered, your voice filled with wonder as you reached out to stroke Melody's soft cheek.

Jake nodded, a wide grin spreading across his face as he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead. "I can't wait," he replied, his voice filled with excitement.

As the nurses bustled around, preparing Melody for her journey home, you and Jake took turns admiring her tiny fingers and toes, marveling at the perfection of every tiny feature.

"She's so beautiful," Jake murmured, his eyes shining with pride and wonder as he reached out to gently stroke Melody's cheek.

"She's perfect," you agreed, a lump forming in your throat as you watched Jake bond with your daughter. "Absolutely perfect."

And then, finally, it was time. With one last check from the nurse and a bundle of paperwork to sign, you and Jake were ready to embark on the journey of bringing Melody home.

As you stepped out into the hallway, Melody nestled safely in your arms, a wave of emotion washed over you. This was it – the moment you had been waiting for since the day you found out you were expecting.

Jake wrapped his arm around your shoulders, his touch warm and reassuring as you made your way towards the exit. Outside, the sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over the world as you stepped out into the fresh air.

"We're a family now," Jake said, his voice filled with pride and wonder as he looked down at Melody sleeping peacefully in your arms.

You nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you leaned into Jake's embrace. "We sure are," you replied, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude for the two most important people in your life.

And as you climbed into the car and began the journey home, the weight of responsibility and the joy of parenthood settled around you like a warm blanket, comforting and reassuring as you embarked on the greatest adventure of your lives.

❥﹒ enhypen taglist: @minkilicious @casemoa143

[bitterbutblue]

i'm right where you left me - castorice x reader

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and if i could take it all back i swear that i would pull you from the tide

~ one of my all time favourite songs fr, im ngl imjust going through another episode but instead of processing it like a normal person i just write fanfiction instead ~

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Who you first truly fall in love with will shape the way you show love to others. They shape the way you view love, especially after you lose it. There are those lucky enough to stay with their first true loves, and there are those who experience watching someone who knew how many freckles were on your face become a stranger you pass by on the streets without as much of a second glance. But you both still feel your heart stutter slightly, a small flutter that can be accompanied with a bittersweet twist, maybe one fuelled with anger, or maybe one of longing- even after all this time. You wonder what happened, why she went from your home to nothing but a shell of someone you once knew. She is still her, she is a new version of her. One you can't read like you used to. A book that you know the story of inside and out, but written in a language you can't understand. The day you lost the love of your life to fate dividing the path you've been walking on together was the day you learned what heartbreak really meant. It's not screaming and sobbing and crying- that is simply an accompaniment to heartbreak. The real heartbreak was standing alone on the streets when you see a blooming flower and you think to yourself that she would have loved this. You think to yourself you want to show her this. You realise to yourself she is not here anymore.

Heartbreak is that sense of emptiness that follows that realisation, where you are a void waiting to be filled. Hollowness rumbling through your chest, leaving you with only a desire to crumble to your knees, curling up into a ball and just staying there with the pieces of your heart left up for grabs.

"Hey, come on, let's go."

You had forgotten what you were staring at, only knowing that some part of you had been drawn to this item on display at a bookstore and it reminded you of her. Himeko's voice snapped you out of it, and you force yourself to look away.

"Okay."

It doesn't fade, even though it has been over a year since she ended things with you. You still hold onto what had happened, how things unfurled. You wished more than anything that there was some way for you to turn back time, for you to have maybe loved her a bit harder so that she could still be in your life. You want to not believe in fate in that moment, because it would mean that you were predestined to be driven apart and nothing you can do would've kept her in your life.

"Are you okay?" Himeko asks you softly, her eyes darting across your face anxiously. Your eyes have that same glazed over look that you've carried ever since that day, it shows when you see something that's the same colour as her lilac eyes or maybe a blooming clematis. You clench your fist, letting out a short sigh as you nod.

"Yeah."

You have your ups and downs, some days Himeko will find you flirting with a woman at a bar, the next she will find you moping in in the parlor car when you think everyone else is asleep. You stare off into space often during moping sessions, your brain going through a flurry of thoughts and regrets and 'what if's even if you face is completely stoic. She knows, because whenever you get into these types of states your eyes are completely hollow. The usual spark when you are out with March and Dan Heng is gone, the usual light that shows around Stelle is gone. When you're alone, your eyes lose the light it once had and you become a shell. It hurts to watch from afar, knowing there was nothing she could do except simply watch you hurt. She's offered out a hand multiple times, but every time you turned her down. You say you'll get through it, and maybe the next day you do a bit better, but you're always hurting.

"It does get better, you know?"

She remembers the day Castorice broke up with you, how you had turned up to her doorstep with tears in your eyes but you never cried. You sat on her floor, staring at a spot on the ground and she sits next to you. You say nothing, only letting out shaky sighs once in a while as you look down to wipe at a tear that threatens to fall. She's afraid to reach out to touch you, worried that you will crumble and break completely. So she sits with you. Through all of it.

"I know."

Now you two are sat on the floor again, except this time it's been over a year and a half.

"I feel stupid for still caring." You whisper out "I fucked it up, so why am I still..."

"You loved her." Himeko frowns "It's understandable. You don't ever move on from your first love that fast."

You swallow painfully, trying to force down the lump in your throat.

"You don't let yourself grieve because you think you don't deserve it." Himeko says softly, and you tense up but she keeps going "But you have to. You made a mistake, you hurt her. You think you don't deserve to grieve but-"

"No." Your voice is strained, you feel the same burn in the back of your throat, the same feeling right before you break into tears and you just need that feeling to go away because you cant't cry "I don't deserve to."

You look down, wiping away at a tear.

"I just hope she knows I'm really sorry."

Himeko knows that whatever she says next will have no effect on what you think or say. She can give you all the advice there is on this earth, but you still refuse to do anything to make a change. So you're stuck there, even after all this time. Stuck in the same place she left you, rusting, cobwebs growing. A statue frozen in time, a permanent reminder of heartbreak.

Another year will pass, and you find that the pain will begin to dull down from a sharp sear into more of a dull ache that beats with your heart. It becomes a part of you. You don't find yourself drawn to anyone like you were drawn to her, you find yourself unable to love anyone because you compare everybody to her.

"Will I ever love again?" You mumble, pushing the now-empty glass away from you as you lean against the bar table. Himeko sighs, taking a sip from her espresso martini that you had so kindly bought for her.

"Yes."

"But it's been over two years-"

"Y/n." She looks at you with a more firm expression, reaching out to put a hand on yours "There is no timeline for healing, you don't need to rush anything. Take it at your own pace, but just know there is more to life than a heartbreak and there is more to love than romance."

You drop your head on the table, letting out a quiet groan.

"I don't wanna date ever again."

She laughs.

"For now, maybe you shouldn't."

A few months later, you find yourself walking through the streets of Amphoreous with Stelle. You don't like being back, with every corner of every street reminding you of her. How a place can scream her name, you will never understand. How she has left her mark on every cornerstone and every brick in every wall, you will never understand. But you are going to move on, you tell yourself. It is all in the past, it-

The sight of lilac hair has your heart stopping in your chest, an iciness rushing through you that you haven't felt since the last time you ran into her on the streets two weeks after she broke up with you. Her eyes meet yours, and you notice the way her small smile drops and that breaks you in ways you didn't even realise could be broken. Already shattered pieces now disintegrating into dust, fading into the memories you had with her.

You want her to walk towards you, maybe hold eye contact for a bit longer, shoot you a look or a smile or a frown or anything. Initiate something. Instead, she looks away first, and you turn around because you don't want Stelle to see the tears that are falling. You put a hand up to your face, trying to stop yourself, trying to stop the waterfall but it doesn't happen. Broken sobs fall from your lips as you push past the crowd, Stelle hot on your tail and calling your name but you don't hear her. You just run, you run wherever your legs can take you. Maybe it's the edge of the earth, maybe you can finally fall off and disappear into the depths of nothing. Instead you find yourself instinctively running back to the express. You find yourself collapsing onto the floor of your room, and for the first time since it all ended, you scream with no voice.

[criminalamnesia]

If it's not too much would you consider a roommates! Gaz and Soap where you need temporary housing and they offer to put you up for a couple of months in return for some housekeeping and cooking? But then it's awkward sharing a space with three people and two bedrooms so you end up a free use maid ✨

so I’ve been thinking about this,,, and I’m actually changing your idea a little bit (I hope that’s okay!)

also I got completely carried away with this and I miiight already be thinking about a part two where things get a little spicier, like you asked! 👀 keep a look out :))

(also I will 100% write for roommate!johnny&gaz eventually but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head!)

you’re soap’s sister, and when you tell him you need a place to stay, he doesn’t hesitate.

it didn’t click in his mind how your moving in may pose a problem until he’s helping you pack your stuff into a van.

one— he lives with gaz, and he may have forgotten to tell his roommate that they’re adding a third to their already small apartment.

two— there’s only two bedrooms.

gaz was currently on a special assignment, so these two things weren’t a huge problem at the moment. johnny shoots his teammate a text, informing him of the predicament and apologizing for just now telling him.

gaz responds, obviously a little peeved, and johnny’s suddenly absorbed in his phone, trying to soothe ruffled feathers and make this work.

you’re huffing as you keep shoving boxes into the van, your muscly brother now too preoccupied to continue helping.

“little help here, johnny?” you call from the trunk, and johnny startles from his spot leaning against the side of the truck.

by the time he clicks his phone off and resumes helping you, him and gaz have settled things.

you’d have johnny’s bedroom. johnny could sleep in gaz’s room until gaz got back home. and the rest would be worked out at a later date.

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you’ve never met gaz before. sure, johnny has told you all about his teammates and his roommate in particular, but you’ve never actually met the man until now.

he makes you screech in terror, holding the broom you’d been using to sweep the kitchen up like a sword. he chuckles.

“how’d you get in here?” your eyes are wide, taking in the man in front of you, and then it clicks. you remember the pictures johnny had shown you.

this was gaz.

and fuck, he was hot.

“I live here, love.” he says, his tone obviously amused as he looks you up and down. “gonna put that down? or will I be sporting some broom-shaped bruises for the next week?”

“oh, sorry—” you scramble to put the broom down, leaning it against one of the kitchen counters. “I didn’t hear you come in, and johnny didn’t tell me you’d be home today.”

“he didn’t know,” gaz shrugged, walking further into the kitchen now that your weapon of choice had been set aside. “where is he, by the way? we’ve got a lot of talking to do. gotta figure out this room situation.”

you pick at your cuticles anxiously as you shuffle out of the way, allowing gaz to open the fridge. he grabs a bottle of water and twists the lid off, and you’re mesmerized.

wait, what?

you mentally shake yourself from your stupor.

“um, he’s at the gym i think. he should be home soon.”

gaz nods, taking a swig from his water. his eyes settle on you once more as he shuts the fridge door.

“but about the bedrooms,” you start, taking a step towards him. “johnny can have his back. im fine with the couch, and—”

“oh, absolutely not, love. I’d sooner take the couch than make you sleep on it.”

“no no,” you say, shaking your head. “I’ve already caused enough problems by moving in. please let me—”

he cuts you off again with a dazzling smile. “it’s settled, love. you’re not sleeping on the couch. and your moving in isn’t a problem, trust me.”

damn, he’s smooth. you feel your cheeks getting hot, and you have to force yourself to look away from him before you melt.

“okay, well, if you won’t let me take the couch, at least let me do the chores and stuff, yeah? it’s not like I have much else to do,” you tell him with a dry chuckle. the whole reason you’d resorted to moving in with johnny was because you were between jobs right now.

you quite literally had all the time in the world to help around the apartment.

kyle almost looks like he’s going to protest again, but he doesn’t. he must see how much you want to do this, how badly you feel for ‘interrupting’ (you’re absolutely not, and although he’d been miffed about johnny not asking him about you moving in at first, he couldn’t care less now. you were stunning).

at his silence, you give a firm nod. “alright then,” you grin, and he matches your expression. “nice to finally meet you, gaz.”

“kyle,” he says, and your smile widens the tiniest bit.

“kyle.” you say, as if testing the word out on your tongue.

“sis, y’home? I was thinking chinese for dinner!” johnny calls out as the door to the apartment opens. he steps inside, toeing off his shoes before rounding the corner to the kitchen.

“you shite!” johnny laughs out as he spots gaz in the kitchen. they both chuckle, embracing each other in short hug, slapping each other on the back.

“y’broken?” you hear johnny ask, and gaz shakes his head.

“nah, all good.”

johnny nods, patting gaz on the shoulder before his eyes shift to you.

“see y’ve met my sis,” he says, moving towards you and ruffling your hair. you groan, slapping at his hand. gaz laughs. “hope she hasn’ given ya trouble.”

“I just came in,” gaz says, eyes meeting yours for a brief moment.

“so she hasn’ had the chance yet, then,” johnny jokes, and you roll your eyes. “chinese alrigh’ gaz?”

the other man nods, and the two soldiers fall into familiar conversation. you feel as though you’re intruding, and you attempt to slip out of the kitchen unnoticed, but gaz stops you by mentioning your name.

“I was just telling your sister that she’s not sleeping on the couch,” he tells johnny, and then his eyes slide to you. you look sheepish, like a kid caught with their hand in a cookie jar.

“oh, o’course not,” johnny agrees. “I can take the couch, she’s my sister.”

“we could switch, yeah?” kyle looks at johnny. “that couch isn’t that comfortable, mate. I don’t wanna be hearin’ you complain about your back in a few days.”

johnny laughs, but nods. “sounds good. looks like you’re livin’ the life then, aye?” he says to you, and you open your mouth to speak, but kyle beats you to it.

“actually, we were just talking about all that. your lovely sister here was saying she’d like to keep the flat clean.”

“s’that so?” johnny questions, eyebrows raised as he looks at you. “y’don’t have to do that.”

“I want to, johnny. it’s the least I can do after barging in on your lives.”

you can tell by the look on your brother’s face that he’s going to argue, so you swiftly cut him off.

“no arguments! it’ll give me something to do anyways.”

johnny concedes, then excuses himself to shower. you tell him you’ll order the food as he leaves the kitchen.

you and kyle are alone again, and his eyes are trained on you. you clear your throat before fishing your phone out of your pocket.

“what’s your order?” you ask him.

kyle grins. he knows what he’s doing to you.

god, this was going to be an interesting stay.

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author’s note:

this is my first time really writing both johnny and Kyle, so I apologize if they seem ooc!

[ktjislove1119]

(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) what dating jiung would be like

pairing : (p1h) jiung x male reader

rating : fluff

requested : yes !!! my first request thank u sm <333 i love my jiung sm so this was so fun to write and be compltely delusional

warnings : mention of mlm relationships being mis-perceived (is that a word...)??? idk i kind of incorporated how touchy and high affection relationships between two boys is often times seen as just a close, comfortable friendship instead of a romantic relationship? idk if that warrants a warning but prefacing that in case!!

a/n : okokok personally projecting on this one so bear with me but i feel like these characteristics really fit jiung idk lmk if i cooked or not

wc : 3.0k+

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ heavily into eye contact, wants to always be looking into your eyes and yours into his. there’s something so intimate about it. it makes him feel as if you are the only two people in the world and it often times just makes him feel so giddy and calm, at the same time. like, he’s so smiley whenever you two do lock eyes, gums on display and that charming smile of his so apparent. but also calm in the sense that, you two are only looking at each other, meaning that everything that he loves and cares about is right in front of him and its almost as if all of his worries wash off of his shoulders at that realization.

”i can do it,” jiung offers, anxiously watching as you cut the vegetables as your part of prep for dinner. he’s just nervous about you accidentally cutting your finger or skin, even though you’re a perfectly capable grown man. plus, he likes the idea of spoiling you — even if its small gestures.

”jij, i can do it,” you answer back quickly, forehead crinkled as you focused on your task at hand.

jiung can only sigh, watching from the sides as you continued working. after finishing all of the ingredients that needed to be cut, he gently spun you around and kissed you, “thank you for helping out,” is all you hear before focusing on your charming boyfriend that was so softly kissing you.

he’s smiling into the kiss, pulling away and keeping his hand cupped around your cheek. he’s grinning ear to ear, with what almost seems like sparkles in his eyes. his eyes on locked onto your own, suddenly looking even more enthralling. his lips were quirked into a little smirk as he watched you carefully.

his eyes were wide, waiting for your next move and then they gently closed when he saw that you were leaning in for another kiss.

(i love jiungs eyes theyre so pretty idk the shape of them makes me go so insane) (prettiest eyes in piwon confirmed) (keeho close second-)

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ okay so we all know that choi jiung is not a big touchy feely kind of guy. and that stood to be completely true at the beginning of your relationship. you’d have to be the one to initiate physical affection a lot at the beginning and at times it was kind of intimidating because you obviously knew his preferences. but a guy just needs a hug sometimes, yk so you’d hug him from time to time and he wouldn’t really fight against it. over time, he found himself loving all the touches you guys would share and then he began initiating all of the affections. it took a while for him to get completely comfortable to get to that point, but he’s so thankful that you were so patient and understanding of him.

jiung was on weverse doing a live, but it was only the audio that was being streamed. so you were both comfortable cuddling on his bed, not worried about any fans’ watching since they could only hear his voice. he was laying flat on his back, your head resting on his chest as his hand was going up and down your back. you were mindlessly scrolling on your phone as he was reading through the comments of the live.

“jiung what are you doing now? just laying down — getting ready to sleep,” he answers easily, “im trying to recharge because we were very busy today. first, we had to go to a meeting with the rest of the members, then we had practice which just ended, so now im resting and talking to p1eces,” you can hear his smile as he talks, cuddling closer to his chest and turning off your phone.

he squeezes your shoulder to convince you to sleep, which you don’t argue against.

“did i eat today? i did, i had a big meal because practice was really draining. how about you guys? eating three meals a day is very important, y’know? if you don’t eat three a day, you might get sick,” his natural ability to talk so smoothly about any subject what was made you fall asleep so soundly, his soothing voice being the last thing you heard.

and jiung was very close to ending the live and joining you, but he wanted to give some more time to p1ece since he hadn’t talked to them in so long.

“jiung, is someone snoring? is it one of the other members?” he chuckles at the comment, holding you closer as he answers, “you guys can hear that?” his cute laughter is all that p1ece heard, but in the room he was fondly looking at you, “yeah, someone is sleeping, so we have to be quiet okay?”

the chat is immediately flooded with “okay” and “yes”, making jiung smile even wider.

he talked with them for a little while longer before deciding it was time to end the live, it was getting late and he could feel the exhaustion from the entire day catching up to him. after bidding his chocochips farewell with his signature goodbye, he shut his phone off, plugged it in, and got more comfortable in bed with you.

he shuffled down, holding you tight to his body to hopefully not disrupt your slumber, and sighed in relief to be in a comfortable position. his arm was wrapped around your shoulder, securely holding you to his chest as his other hand was just sprawled over the sheets.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ is always looking for you and thinking about you. unfortunately with how hectic their schedule is, you don’t always spend a lot of time together during the day time — usually at night is when you’re together. whenever he’s with the members, staff, or anyone, he’s always talking about you (his yapping self-) or he’s thinking about you so much he’s gone nonverbal.

currently, the boys were shooting some stuff for a segment on their own variety show and while the staff around them was getting everything set up, the members were allowed to freely roam around.

“ah, [name] would like something like this,” jiung says excitedly, pointing over to some random item that caught his eyes. he knew that it matched your current aesthetic. so he turned to look at theo who was closely trailing behind him and asked, “do you think i should buy it for him?”

“yah, jiung be more careful speaking out loud like that,” theo lightly scolds, gesturing to all the mics that were around plus the ones they were already wearing.

jiung waved his hand with a smile, “they’re not filming yet,”

theo only sighs, watching as your boyfriend fondly looks at the item, “yeah, buy it for him, i think he’d like it too,”

“right? okay, i’m going really quick — if someone is looking for me i’m at the cashier,”

taeyang nods in understanding, then shaking his head at what a lovesick puppy his friend has turned into.

when shooting for the show began, they only got a couple minutes in before a staff was questioning jiung on what he was holding. the members all looked at him in curiosity, except taeyang, and all of them sighed when he shyly smiled and said, “oh, it’s for [name],”

their manager face palmed at the side, walking over and taking the bag from jiung’s hand right away, “start it over,” the manager briskly orders the filming staff, making everyone sigh in annoyance.

“sorry,” jiung apologizes, but the wide smile on his face shows he’s not all that sorry about his accidental slip up.

his mind just naturally trails off thinking of you, you’re really on his mind 24/7. if he sees something funny on his phone, he’s sending it to you immediately. if he sees something that reminds him of you, he’s taking a picture of it and sending it to you. if anyone mentions anything that could somehow relate to you, jiung is rambling on about your connection to said subject.

the members find it endearing how obviously in love with you he is, but sometimes it does get irritating when every other thing jiung talks about is you. not because it’s you, but because when jiung talks about you — he talks. they mean full blown five-ten minute ramblings about you.

they love your guys relationship and you, it’s just jiung is such an active yapper already, when it’s you it’s as if the yapping increase by a million.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ knows your preferences like they’re his own. your boyfriend is the most observant man on earth. he can easily tell when something will or will not be to your liking. this comes in handy whenever the members want to give you a gift when they’re abroad (their sweet souls-) or when they’re out at a restaurant and bringing something for you to eat at home. this gift of jiung’s also ensures that the gifts he gives you (read: he loves spoiling you all the time) are perfect and always suit your tastes.

“jiung, what about this? would he like this shirt?” keeho points to something that is hanging on the rack, eyes blown wide, “well, it’s already his favorite color-”

“no, no, he doesn’t like those designs,” jiung says, walking over and acting as your personal stylist with the way he begins to go on an in depth tangent on what your preferences are in clothing, “see, because when it’s shaped like this, he doesn’t like how it frames him. so don’t look at those types of shirts,” jiung hums, walking around the store with keeho trailing behind, “try something like this, this is something he’d definitely wear,”

keeho cheers in accomplishment, even though he didn’t really do anything, and gets to searching. jiung walks on his own, finding souvenirs for both you and him. he smiles whenever he sees something cute, but has to restrain himself from buying every singe little thing that reminds him of you. he misses you a lot…

he pulls out his phone to text you, hitting send just in time before intak is asking him for help too. the man is also looking for gifts for you and knows to consult jiung, obviously. your boyfriend is eager to help, happy to find that his close friends are so considerate of you and your souvenirs from their abroad travels.

whenever the two of you go out, a little thing that jiung does is order for you — now!!! it might sound annoying and unbearable but walk w me. so basically, you and jiung were trying a new restaurant, something that both of you enjoyed since it was a safe option. after looking over the menu for a couple of minutes, you two talk about the variety of food.

“they all look so good, i don’t know which one i should get,” you half-heartedly complain.

jiung’s eyebrows are furrowed as he reads over the menu one more time before turning it to you and pointing at one dish, “this one, i think you’d like this one. it sounds really good too,” he comments, smiling softly at the way your face visibly gets excited at the sight of the food. “i’ll order it for you?”

“yes, thank you, jiung,” you sweetly say, making him chuckle at the tone you were using. he reaches over to hold your hand, rubbing the back of it gently.

“i’m also getting this dish, so we can try each others, if you want,” seeing his selection makes you even more hungry, thinking about how you were going to be eating good tonight.

jiung’s knowledge of your preferences are so accurate that you end up eating off of both yours and his plate, and vice versa. he smiles throughout the entire dinner, finding the image of you excitedly eating the food adorable and a sight he wants to see forever. nothing more adorable than your cheeks full of food and that happy look on your face as you eat.

he is glad he was able to pick satisfactory dishes, smiling ear to ear the entire dinner with you.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ definitely finds you as his muse. there is rarely ever a time he doesn’t involve you in his creation process for music, which is understandable since sometimes he really needs to lock in. but seriously, he finds so much inspiration in your mere presence, you really do help him so much through his writing, composing, and producing process. just by you being the room with him, it helps him so much in everything. it’s as if you lift a weight off of his shoulders.

now p1ece were aware of who you were. they didn’t think that you and jiung were dating, though, mainly due to the fact that you were both boys and they just didn’t automatically assume you were anything more than friends. it was kind of fun that way, since jiung could easily sing praises for you and be as sappy about your guys relationship and the fans will seriously play it off as “i love their friendship”

jiung appreciates that since it doesn’t put you two in an extremely uncomfortable situation and allows you two to hide your relationship in plain sight. and while he can’t really openly show you affection or speak his mind on just how much he loves you, he is glad that he can speak your names in the same sentence and his fans won’t immediately threaten you, or anything like that.

“are you sure it’s recording?” you ask, looking at the miniature camera the company had lent jiung for the rest of the day.

“yeah, when the light is red that means it’s filming,” he clarifies, making you hum in understanding. “hello, everyone,” he greets the camera, reminding himself that he has to act as if he is speaking to a live audience.

the company wanted some behind the scenes footage of jiung composing p1harmony’s songs, which explains the two of you sitting in his studio as well as the mini camera and tripod that were now on his desk.

“so this the process of me writing the first couple lyrics to one of our upcoming songs,” he explains, placing the camera down so that you were not in frame and it was mainly him and his keyboard in sight. “i have someone here to kind of help me through it, but i honestly think i know how i want to do this,”

you crack a smile at the reference to yourself, jiung already watching your reaction with a smile on his face, too.

“it’s a love ballad, softer than a lot of our songs. and it’s supposed to be on the refreshing side, so i hope i can show that process to you now,” he hums, looking at his computer screen, “should i do this or should i do that, is what i’m thinking now because i have a lot of lyrics already drafted up. i can’t show you, but i’m going through my digital notes right now,”

his words make you curiously look up, shifting in your seat to get a good glimpse of the lyrics. reading over the cheesy, sappy, and dramatic lines jiung had crafted about you makes a smile break out on your face.

“do you like them? which one is your favorite?” he asks, scooting over so you can get a better look. you’re in frame now, but it’s fine because he knows the company will blur out your face for your privacy.

all the lines jiung had written about you were all so sweet, it tempted you to give him a kiss right then and there. but you withheld, instead focusing on picking just one line to be your favorite. meanwhile, jiung is watching you like an excited kid showing something to their parent. he really loves hearing any feedback you give him as it believes it makes him a stronger artist.

his hand goes to gently caress the back of your thigh as he awaits to hear what you say. he can see in the view finder the camera can’t see it, so he’s carefree in his actions. anyone can tell that the look in his eyes is that of pure admiration, but he knows that p1ece will be none the wiser.

“hm, this one!” you point a finger at the screen, making jiung lean forward and read it over. the both of you are grinning ear to ear and those eyes of his are crinkled so obviously at the ends.

“really? those one are your favorite?” you hum in confirmation, for a moment forgetting that there is a camera recording you two. “i like those too, i feel like they’re pretty specific so it might not be that relatable to others…but to me, they’re really strong lyrics that show genuine love,” near the end of his sentence he realizes that he has to have some sort of filter and adds in, “only if you know what true love is, everyone, will you be able to relate.”

you roll your eyes at his cheesy line and cheap save, going back to sit on the sofa that was in his studio and going to sit on the couch.

“oh, here there are some lines in here about a forbidden love you guys might like — it’s also a little specific, sorry, but if you’ve ever experienced anything like it, you’ll get it right away!”

┆chronic yapper jiung being the most adorable, caring, and attentive boyfriend out there — i would know, i’m his real boyfriend everyone!! okay but seriously you’d be the center of this guys’ universe if you were his, he loves connecting everything back to you UGH i love jiung.

[haveihitanerve]

Jingle Boys Pt4: 

(29:44)

Hot DAMN its been a minute, so sorry to keep yall waiting ik you care very very much about these rambles of mine detailing what happens in the video you watch(lol right ofc waiting anxiously every day on the edges of ur seat i know) anywho- here it is Jingle Boys Pt4 hopefully I’ll be better at updates…

Time Warp

Tom starting strong with an intro and fun hand movements while Sam and Aj clean up in the back- Sam picks up the hat and AJ pauses and turns back and then the camera cuts away but Sam stops for the fraction of a second to check in with AJ and i've completely lost my mind but here we are

“When you really needed the toilet?” *concerned Tom activated* “babes…” (and i didn't know it then but this sparked my usage of the endearments babes ever after💀)

Also meanwhile aj leans to ask sam something? Who points at Luke, who is laughing, aj cracks a smile, and they have a lil back and forth across stage like frickin cuties

Now either AJ is missing his drink or something is wrong with the chair- im assuming its a drink, because he looks at luke like he left his glass on the other side of the stage, but they could also be discussing who is playing next… lemme focus on the actual game what am i doing

“First lego set!” Tom is thrilled lol “Thats the christmas spirit!” The captions felt the need to do all caps for this… i agree but am lazy so

“First lego set!” Turns around and has to address AJ and Sam to actually get them to pay attention- they don't give two shits lmaoo aj glances at Tom and then just returns to his talk with Sam and sam doesn't even spare Tom a single glance😭

Anyway AJ leaning over to say “imma fuck off back stage you have fun with luke.” to sam(you have no proof thats not what he said) and then jumping back to fix the chair??? For some reason but y'know slay king

Sam immediately grabbing the chair and ruoning whatever AJ had planned for it- which actually works in AJ’s favor because here he comes lmaoooo

This is my favorite bit of the entire show its so glorious

Part 1 of the Curse of the Trike:

Aj looks afraid of the bike which is never good- but the way Sam looks over in confusion and concern- and Luke literally springs from his chair to see if aj needs help before sitting back down again to continue the actual plot is too cute

“Freeze!” Tom’s little head wobble of ‘wtf did you expect me to do? You cant let me have this type of power aj” “fifteen seconds ago!” and like his shrug of ‘this is pure gold why wouldn't i do this’

Luke's shoulders tensing the second Tom says freeze, already preparing to laugh, and then folding when Tom does exactly what he expected lmaoo

Part 2 of the Curse of the Trike: Cocky-j who then fails even more spectacularly the second time around 😭

Luke giving up on the plot and just laughing at what aj does(istg the amount of times AJ just distracts the others from the point of the plot by being an interesting side character will never not be funny to me it is peak)

Tom’s little head grab of disappointment and pure delight is gorgeous

Shaking with laughter “its christmas! Its christmas its christmas!” 

Absolutely love how Sam goes “dad! Dad!” and Luke goes “careful grandad.” when technically AJ is Sam’s grandad and Luke’s dad but y'know its lovely

“Oohhh!” *gives up on trying to be a good plot point* “Im fucking knackered.” LMAOOO aj never change

Also Luke’s shoulders caving for a split second of laughter and Sam covering a quick smile is wonderful too

“Freeze!” the way aj tenses lmaoo he is expecting only torture from now on for his little escapade lol

Tom’s growing amusement as he realizes where Sam is going with the plot and the way he tilts his head to rest on his hand and just watches them is so cute

“The architecture!” Idk why Tom went :o when Sam says that but its too cute not to include so here ya go

Tom’s delight at Sam’s moving of the plot- and then having to change positions like three times because he’s so excited with all the possibility AJ has just perfectly handed over to him- he cannot wait to abuse this lmaooo

“Freeze!” Practically jumping with excitement omfg hes giddy XD

“Do it in reverse.” Staring off into the cosmos as though that’ll lessen the blow, Luke breaking because he knows what’s about to go down, Sam having to figure out how to speak backwards because there was actually a plot that he’s been working on, and AJ’s shoulders just slumping in defeat XD

Tom encouraging AJ 😭

“Now forward in double speed!” he finally gets the desired reaction from AJ lol: “NOOO!!!” pure despair in his voice lmaooo

Aj limping as they call scene and him and Tom eyeing each other across stage lol 

AND SCENE!!! 

I know that was a short one, so sorry, but I tam tired... and figured something was better than nothing right? (again ik yall are just dying breathless waiting for this ik ik im very important🙄)anywho

Hope you enjoyed this quick one, hopefully ill be better next time and be quicker and get the whole thing done soon…. Anyway enjoy! And as always thanks for reading…🙏😅

@thelunarbar @snek-of-eden @dawn-speckled @bewilderednobody @scattered-stardust

[blue-jisungs]

grrrr idk if ur reqs are open but???? if they are??? could u do a svt member (tbh any but preferably coups or seungkwan cuz i miss them rn) where theyre like travellinf thru a huge crowd or smthn and gets so anxious they just?? shut down? and like what does member do next

crowd

author’s note. HIYA ROXIE!! thank u for the req <3 sorry you had to wait so long tho…. i hope u like it bc i feel like it kinda sucks LMAOSJWK but i miss them tho esp coups :((( aaaanyways. here u go lovely!!

ALSOOO IM BACK BABY! back n alive, so be ready to be spoiled <3

warnings. yn shuts down, crowds but like idk???, anxiety (?), suggestive at the end :|

“um, y/n i don’t have good news” seungcheol said anxiously, looking up from his phone.

you were about just to leave the restaurant where you had an amazing time in your date. tilting your head, you sent him a confused look.

“there’s um… a big crowd. in front of the restaurant. my manager just texted me. someone found out we’re here and just… you know, saesangs and some carats i think” he said, reaching out to grab your hand and squeeze it gently.

“oh”

when it was revealed that you and seungcheol was dating, it was huge. he got lots of hate, you too. obviously, the real and caring carats were happy and cheering for you. but, ironically enough, those who were hateful were usually the ones camping whenever you went out. to take pictures…

“yeah, um. let’s just go, okay? i bet kkuma misses us” you smiled and slowly stood up, grabbing your purse “is it that bad?”

“nothing worse than airports” he said and stood up too, grabbing your hand “squeeze my hand if something happens. i’ll text the manager to get the car ready”

your heart thumped in your chest. you were scared because well, he was famous. ‘what ifs…’ bubbled up in your head when suddenly seungcheol kissed you gently. melting into the kiss, he pulled you closer by your waist. leaning back, there was a mischievous glint in his eye. before you could ask, cheol received a text that the car’s ready.

“squeeze my hand, remember?” he repeated and you nodded.

you walked out and froze. the crowd was huge, cameras flashing the second you stepped out of the venue. seungcheol looked at you, getting pale.

“hey, it’s okay. look, there are guards” cheol leaned in and pointed at the bodyguards. you just nodded, feeling like the people were about to swallow you. maybe he was used to it, as an idol. but this… this was the first time for you.

“let’s go. the faster the better” he hummed. when he was about to go, you stood there frozen. seungcheol felt your hands trembling, chest moving up and down irregularly. he tightened his jaw, a kind of anger in his veins.

“hey, y/n. look at me” he stood in front of you, shifting his hands and cupping your face. the people were yelling something. your eyes were distant, mouth parted as if someone took your breath away. you slowly moved the (color) irises to look into his eyes. you were frightened.

seungcheol swallowed and pecked a quick kiss at the top of your head before quickly taking off his blazer. he put it over your head, sending you a small smile.

“trust me, okay? let’s just go. hold onto me and don’t look at them” he leaned in and grabbed your hand.

nodding slowly, chest feeling as if crushed by an anvil, you started following him on wobbly legs. shouts and yells got louder as you two pushed through the crowd. you were squeezing his hand, normally you’d be scared to hurt him but it was kind of subconscious.

seungcheol was pissed, anyone could tell. the bodyguards were a big help but if he had to, he’d push the people himself.

in no time you found yourself inside the car, the guard that was behind you closing the door. you stated at the tinted window in awe.

“you can stop squishing my hand now, pretty” seungcheol laughed lightly. you gasped and let go, turning your head to him. he chuckled at your reaction and grabbed some water that was in the car, handing it to you “are you okay? did you get hurt?”

“n-no. i’m fine” you nodded, still taken aback. the car started moving as you took a sip of water. you looked at cheol’s profile, jaw still clenched and brows furrowed.

“i’ll make sure to make a proper comment on that on weverse” he grunted, catching your worried gaze. as you put the water away, he grabbed your hand. the boyish smile bloomed on his face once again “the food was delicious, hm?”

“oh yeah! it’s a shame they didn’t have desserts though” you pouted, interlocking your fingers with his. seungcheol put his your hands on your thigh, leaning his head back against the headrest.

“mhm, we can have some dessert at home” he hummed with a smirk and you smacked his arm. so that was what the look in his eyes at the restaurant was about.

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[actually-well-written]

modern AU Luffy x reader. pregnancy when you broke up. Pure Fluff

Inspired: season 8 episode 24 of FRIENDS; @portgasbru

trigger warning: swearing and description of birth 

I know Luffy's a little of out character, but I thought that in the modern world he would be a little less childish and a bit of a burnt out adult. A person that was a very energetic and silly kid, but grow up in a not so free feeling world. Unlike his anime. 

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"Deep breaths. Deep breaths." Luffy repeats, soothing her back and rubbing her forearm.

"MY BREATHS CAN'T GET ANY DEEPER!!!" She shouts out despite being out of breath. "Help me out of bed, I need to walk." She demands, holding out her hand for him to grab.

He springs out of the bed and helps her feet onto the floor. Grabbing into her side and her arm, they start pacing around the hospital room, Luffy holding her close.

Her pants and groans of pain, die down just a little bit as they both rub her swollen belly and take slow steps.

"Oh good Lord!" She whines out, the sweat on her forehead causing her hair to stick to her face. "Luffy, I swear to fucking God, I hate you so much!"

"What did I do?!" He asks, dewildered.

"You did this to me!!"

"Well, it was really a team effort." He jokes, rubbing his neck for self comfort.

She stops in her tracks and glares at him, taking a deep breath as her contraction stops for the moment.

Luffy holds (y/n) by her waist and looks over her stomach, he sighs anxiously, "this baby sure is takin' its time."

"No kidding."

Near the end of last year, Luffy and (y/n) broke up, and as fate would have it, about three days after, (y/n) found out she was pregnant.

Despite all that happened, she told Luffy, he is the father, it was in his right for him to know. (Y/n) Of course made it clear she didn't want him to do anything he didn't want to or become a part of something so sudden with hardly any preparation, but he wanted to be in the baby's life and she did always wanted children.

Thus, they agreed to have the baby, and share custody. Nothing more, nothing less. They could be parents and not have to be forced to date again.

Nine months later and after some preparations, her water broke and they rushed to the hospital. Now waiting for her to fully dilate in a semi private room, at the moment, no other person was in the room.

Luffy sets himself next to (y/n) and carefully wraps his arms around her, placing loving hand on her belly and laying his head on a pillow.

"...Luffy? Can I tell you something?" She whispers.

"Yeah?"

"I'm really scared right now."

"Scared?" He repeats, raising an eyebrow.

"Everyone and their mom's been telling me horror stories of deliveries gone wrong and yeah, I know pain was always gonna happen, but now that it's actually happening, im-im scared."

Luffy glances to the side, licking his lips as if the confession wasn't shocking at all. "It's ok, bab-(y/n). Everythin's gonna be fine."

"You don't know that." She whispers, crossing her arms in a self hug.

"Yes I do. Everythin' will be fine. This baby will be happy and healthy-well. Maybe not happy, babies come out crying right? Healthy then. Definitely healthy." He reassures, getting a little sidetracked.

She giggles, rubbing a circle on her stomach, "yeah?"

"Yeah. I promise."

The two smile and stare at each other. (Y/n) Awkwardly giggles and looks away.

"...you know what we haven't done?" She asks, changing the subject. "Agree on a name."

Luffy's expression immediately drops and he crosses his arms, turning away from her, "I'm telling you, Solo is an amazin' name."

"We are not naming our-could-be son after Han Solo!!"

"HE'S SO AMAZING!!" He raises his arms to his side in protest. "And we are not namin' our-could-be daughter Persephone."

"I don't like Persephone anymore." She confesses, placing a soothing hand on one of her swollen ankles.

"Good!"

"I was thinking, if it's a girl, Céleste?"

"Céleste...." He repeats in a whisper. "Yeah, I'm good with that."

"And if it's a boyyyy...." She trials off tilting her head to the side as if it follows her sentence. "Ace."

Luffy snaps his head around and raises his eyebrows in an annoyed expression, "that's not funny."

She laughs softly, running a hand through her hair. Her sweat wetting her palm. "It's a little funny."

He doesn't reply, but leans against the headboard, "Arie." He deadpans, staring down at the foot of the bed. "If it's a boy, Arie."

"....Arie," she repeats, smiling to herself, "ok, Arie it is."

"Welp, that took us longer than it should have." He chuckles, combing his hat hair with his fingers.

She takes notice, biting a nail, a habit she hopes doesn't pass onto her baby. "Luffy? Why did you take off your hat?"

"Huh?"

"Your hat." She points to his signature straw hat sitting on the beige night stand next to the bed.

"Oh, um-"

"You don't like taking it off. You wore it to our first date. Hell, you wore it when we were conceiving this thing." She chuckles, gesturing to her belly.

"Hehe, yeah, that thing's seen a lot." He whispers, a light blush on his cheeks.

"Why'd you take it off?"

Luffy pauses, and scratches his neck for the possible millionth time now, and glances around the room to not meet her eyes.

"Uh, the doctor looked at me kinda funny when she saw me wearin' it."

"So? I've seen you wear that thing with a full fancy suit."

"Well, I..I need to mature a little, don't you think?"

"What?! No! Where is this coming from? Who are you?! Luffy wouldn't say that!"

"I'm gonna be a father now, (y/n), I need to start actin' my age-"

"Don't ever say that again." She pouts, glancing down at his shirt to avoid eye contact, "I like that you're immature, you've always made me laugh and it's admirable how you're never afraid to be yourself in any situation. Why would you want to change that?"

He pauses, taking his head off the headboard and putting his arms between his legs, his elbows resting on his knees.

"Please, put it back on." She tucks a hair behind her ear, "It makes me anxious when you take it off."

"Huh? Why?" He raises his head a little.

"Because! It makes you look serious, especially when you're frowning. How am I supposed to be less scared, if you look like your getting ready for something bad?"

Luffy sighs, seeing her worried expression. Without saying anything, he reaches towards the nightstand and places his hat back on his head, not bothering to adjust the string.

(Y/n) Also stays silent, laying her head right under his shoulder, her fingers gently adjusting the string to tighten perfectly around Luffy's jawline.

He let's her, not speaking or moving, not even watching, instead focusing on the outside world, right through the room window. Watching as the people walk by, probably none of them having to deal with an accidental pregnancy or the complicated feelings it brings.

"Can you....talk?" She asks, softly, lowering her hands from the string and placing them on her lap.

"What?" He snaps his focus back to her, forcing his gaze away from the couple below sitting in a park bench as they drink coffee together. A bittersweet nostalgia feeling eating at his heart.

She frowns softly, her eyes feeling with a bit of anxiousness. "Talk. About...anything really. I love hearing you talk." She whispers, remembering all the times she used to ask him to talk in order to fall asleep.

"Anything?" He snorts, "don't get me started." He crosses his arms and titles his head, thinking of something to say that would help her forget about basically pushing out a nine pound bowling ball.

"I saw the trailer for a movie, but I don't remember what the movie was called. So I made Zoro drive me to the movie theater, to see if I could recognize it by the poster. Turns out it wasn't a movie, it was an ad for car insurance."

She laughs and grabs his arm, "how do you mix that up?"

"Ads are becoming movie level, (y/n). Don't judge me!" He giggles, playfully scolding her. "Anyways, I bought popcorn and then me and Zoro went to go see Oppenheimer instead."

"Is it good? I haven't watched it yet."

"Yeah, it was. Really loud though." He explains, rubbing his ears as if he can still hear it perfectly.

"I wanna see sonic three!" She states, bouncing her feet on the bed slightly.

"Oooh, me too!" His eyes lights up in excitement, the exact way she likes them. "Let's go see it when it comes out!"

"Uh, when it does, we'll have a seven month old."

"We'll take 'em with us!"

" I don't think the other people there would appreciate that." She giggles.

"Oh, right. Fuck." He exclaims, scratching his leg while thinking of a new solution.

She smiles brightly at him, reaching towards his hat and fixing it to balance better on his head. The action causes Luffy to pause and watch her as her eyes glance at him more times than actually needed.

She puts her hand on the bed, in the space between the two. He clears his throat and rubs his cheek.

"I've...I've been thinking." He starts, placing his arm across her back, rubbing his leg nervously.

"You can think?" She jokes, Luffy only ignoring it.

".....I think-"

The door opens, causing (y/n) and Luffy to turn. The doctor walks in, putting on clean new gloves. "Nineteen hours." She exclaims, stopping right at the foot of the bed, "How you doing?"

"Like if this baby doesn't come out now, I'm gonna cut my stomach open and make 'em." She deadpans, causing Luffy to widen his eyes.

The doctor nods in understanding, checking her dilation, an action (y/n) unfortunately became used too. "Welp, you're in luck."

"I'm sorry?" Luffy asks, getting off the bed in shock. The contraption pain forgotten for (y/n).

"You're fully dilated. Let's go have this baby." She proudly announces, calling in nurses to help move the bed.

"Wait-wait. No-what? What. What!?" She panics, as they roll her away into the hallways, Luffy right next to her, holding her hand. "I'm not ready for this!"

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"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!" (y/n) Sobs out, inhaling rapidly.

"Ok, we stop in five seconds." The doctor announces. "Five.......four-"

"Threetwoone!" (Y/n) Whines out, immediately stopping and laying her head on the angled bed. Panting and crying.

"You're doing great, (y/n)." Luffy praises, moving the hair from her face. Her sweat sticking to his finger. His other hand wrapped around her leg, helping her keep them open.

"Take a break, alright? breathe and we start again in ten minutes." The doctor explains, pushing her chair away slightly.

"No. No. No. I can't. I can't push anymore." She whimpers, covering her face with a hand as she cries.

"Yes, yes you can, (y/n). You're the strongest woman I know." Luffy reassures, adjusting his grip.

"Talk. Talk. Talk. Please. Luffy, please." She pants. Grabbing onto the sheets and she pushes herself up more.

"Uh-um. I-I don't know what to say." He awkwardly laughs, whipping the sweat from his palms on one of the pillows.

"What were you gonna tell me? Back in the room, you were gonna tell me something."

"Oh. That, um. Can that wait-"

"Please. Please. Please. I-I need a distraction." She begs, closing her eyes tightly.

"I ... I was just gonna say that.... I think we should try again."

"Try what?" She asks, turning her head to look at him.

"Us." He exclaims, "when-when we broke up. I-I actually died. Like my chest hurt and I couldn't get out of bed. Then when you told me you were pregnant, I immediately thought that we should get back together." He confesses. "But you know, you told me you didn't want that, and I wanted to respect it, but after all these months, I kept missing you. You were right there, but I couldn't call you mine anymore and I missed it."

He glances at the floor and gulps, "I-I think we should try again. We have a kid now, we should be a family. I want to be a family. And I think you do too." He pauses, "I know I didn't say it enough when we were together, but I love you. I love you a lot and I don't think it can ever go away, because it can barely even fit in my body."

(Y/n) Stays silent, looking up at him with a wide eyed expression, her sobs causing her body to shake a bit and her tears still spill out of her eyes.

Luffy glances around the room, and clears his throat, "can you say something?" He whispers.

"...I don't know what to say." She confesses.

".... Say you still love me too."

"I do still love you." She breathed, "and honestly? When I found out I was pregnant, I hoped that it meant we got to try again, but I was scared, because what happens if we get hurt again and our baby gets in the mix."

"We won't get hurt again." He insisted, "I know I'm an idiot and pretty dumb, and I don't make good decisions, but it's okay, because you're amazing and perfect and i would learn calculus for you. I know with all my being we'll do it right this time. You deserve it, I deserve it. They deserve it."

They both pause and stare at each other in full love and tenderness. Leaning in, they smash their lips together in a passionate kiss. The hat sliding backwards a little and he places his hand on her cheek, they continue the kiss for a few more seconds.

The doctor places her hand on her heart and cooes. "I'm gonna call my baby daddy after this." One of the nurses whispers. The other three nod in understanding.

"Ok, if you guys are ready let's finish this up." The doctor pushed her chair closer, placing her hands on the bed.

The two pull away and turn back towards the doctor, "yes, please." (Y/n) Exclaims, the pain intensifying as another contraption starts. Luffy wraps his arm around her leg again and hold her hand with his other.

"Ok, now. Push."

She continues to push and cry, repeating the action for the next hour, when finally. The room is filled with baby cries.

(Y/n) Screams and sobs for the last time as she watches Luffy cut the umbilical cord. The nurse holds up the baby in front of them. "It's a boy." She says softly, before taking him away.

(Y/n) And Luffy smile at each other, he wipes away her tears, and she traced the scar on his cheek, a small action she didn't know she missed doing.

The nurse gives back the baby, now wrapped in a blue blanket. (Y/n) Takes him and places him perfectly in her arms. Luffy kisses him in his forehead as (y/n) admires him.

"Do we have a name?" A nurse asks, her hands on her hips, admiring the baby as well.

"Arie." Luffy and (y/n) reply in union, before glancing back at each other. They smile brightly, before sharing another kiss, the hat falling off this time, the string tugging on Luffy's neck a bit.

[penny-anna]

trying to leave my aunt & uncle's house this morning

wake up & realise that i forgot to tell anyone that i'm technically booked onto the 11am train. it is already almost 10. this isn't a huge problem as i have an open return so can get any train w/e

'i forgot to tell you i booked the 11am' 'oh that's not happening' 'yeah ik'

go to check on the app when the next train is. see that the 11am is cancelled due to weather conditions

oh no.jpg

tell my aunt

'oh no' yeah.

sit on her sofa for the next half an hour or so and watch the 11:30, 12 and 12:30 trains all get cancelled

my cousin (11): you could just stay 2 more hours

yeah the trains. probably aren't gonna be running in 2 hours sorry.

maybe they will drive me home?? (it's like 1 hour)

'are the buses running' *checks* yeah :(

go to bus stop. it's raining.

see a bus go by in the other direction. 'are you sure you checked the right bus timetable' *double checks* yeah we're good

stand around for 5-6 minutes anxiously trying to figure out if the buses are actually running or have been cancelled

the bus website is saying the next bus isn't coming through till 2pm but is saying that there will be a bus at the other stop in the village in 5 minutes so mixed signals!!

bus arrives

realise i'm so used to edinburgh buses (flat fare) that i forget i have to like talk to the bus driver and tell him where i'm going

take ages to figure out how to pay

bus driver waits for me to sit down before driving off. this makes sense given that i have bags and am the only person boarding but im used to the city so im just screaming internally at holding everyone up

bus is so so busy

windows are very foggy so hard to tell what's going on but fortunately i'm going all the way

at one point we start reversing and i'm like ???? before remembering ohh lol yeah this is the part of the Edinburgh-Galashiels bus route where the bus goes backwards for a bit i remember now

anyway i got home eventually

[takecareluv]

omg meg baby imagine giving steve a haircut <3 he’s like so anxious at first n then he gets so so relaxed n he’s lowkey nappijg by the end and u wake him up and he’s like. hm? with the softest voice ever <3 <3

— @inkluvs (ivy)

mr. perfect hair | steve harrington x reader

word count : 777

author's note : omg it’s so funny you sent this in because i’m literally getting a hair cut tmr !! anyway. . . this is my first stevie request :3 eeek im a little nervous. i hope it's okay! <3

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

although you adored your boyfriend's infamous hair more than anyone, even you could admit he was in dire need of a trim. getting steve to agree, however, would take some serious convincing on your part. especially considering his last trip to the barber shop was, in steve's words, "scarring for life". he didn't leave the house for almost a month after the disastrous haircut without any sort of hat atop his head.

luckily for you, you had that boy wrapped around your finger — knowing exactly what it would take to get your stevie to do just about anything you asked, including giving his precious hair a little trim.

. . .

adorned in your boyfriend's favorite dress, and shoes to match, you pulled a fresh batch of your homemade chocolate chip cookies out of the oven — baked to perfection — and placed them next to a bottle of steve's preferred beer, waiting for his arrival.

as if on queue, steve walked through the doorway, smiling at the sight of you before abruptly pausing due to the sweetness that filled not only the air, but now his senses. "i know that smell. those are your bribery cookies... what are you up to?" he questioned with a suspicious but ever so loving look, preparing himself to inevitably say yes to whatever it is you were about to ask of him.

"well... you see i just made an appointment for a haircut and i was thinking maybe it's time you get one too," you smiled hesitantly, attempting to gauge his reaction.

"i don't know, baby. i don't think i can go back to that salon. they messed up big time. practically ruined me. i can't be steve 'the hair' harrington with no hair."

you rolled your eyes at his dramatics before cutting off the rest of his rant, "i'll do it for you, stevie." noticing him soften at your plea, you continued, "please let me do it for you? can't see those beautiful eyes of yours with all that hair in the way." you spoke calmly while looking up at him with your award-winning puppy dog eyes, hoping it would do the trick.

after a brief moment of silent contemplating, steve let out a loud sigh, "fine." you began to jump up and down in celebration. "but," he emphasized, "only a little bit, baby. no more than an inch, okay?"

you nodded excitedly in response.

"you promise?" steve gave a pointed look, holding his pinkie finger up towards you, waiting for your own to intertwine with his. "i promise, stevie! i'll do just enough to get off all the dead ends, that's it!"

"hey! I don't have dead ends. my hair is perfect!"

"keep telling yourself that pretty boy," you teased while ruffling his truly perfect hair.

. . .

after a few minutes of anxiousness, steve remembered it was only you doing his hair, not some stranger who didn't know the first thing about him, but you. you who probably saw his hair more than he did. you who knew exactly how he liked it styled. he knew he could trust you, he could always trust you.

as you began to gently brush through his ends, you felt him relax and even lean into your touch, letting out a long, content sigh.

knowing he was finally calm enough, you grabbed the scissors you had prepared next to you and slowly started to snip away at his hair, small pieces descending to the floor after every cut.

soon after, you were making one last snip before placing the scissors down and brushing your fingers through steve's soft strands, noticing the way your boyfriend's eyes began to flutter closed.

"feel good, stevie?"

goosebumps cover his body from your whispered words and soft touches. "yes," he hummed in response. "can you play with my hair forever, sweetheart?"

"i'm not sure about forever, but i'll try my best. do you wanna see how it looks?"

he shakes his head. "if you did it, i'm sure it's perfect." pressing a quick kiss to your temple while guiding you towards the couch. "right now i just want you to keep playing with my hair. please?" practically begging at this point, how could you say no to your sweet boy.

. . .

you remain on the couch for the rest of the night, steve's head resting on your lap while you give him all the head scratches he wants and deserves, almost lulling him right to sleep.

"i hope you know you're the only one who's allowed to cut my hair from now on, sweetheart."

you giggle. "are you sure you can afford me? i'm pretty expensive. and those head scratches are extra you know."

[cinnamonbear22]

Oblivious love (c.s x reader)

Chapter five

First four parts are up <3

HIIII omg im so sorry i didn’t write for so long i was so down but im back and i want to update as frequently as I possibly can <3 thank you all for your support :,) also if there’s any suggestions or any type of request i am soooo down to do lil one shots or headcannons im feelin creative 😛😛

Tw: Fem reader

the rest of my vacation with the triplets flew by. despite me and chris finally admitting our feelings to each other, it didn't make things any different between me and the rest of his brothers. i still spent extreme quality time with nick and matt, as well as having special evenings with just chris. but unfortunately it all came to an end, where now we were all walking through the airport with mopey, sad looks on each of our faces.

matt and chris carried all of my bags through the airport, not even allowing me to take my small carryon. my hand anxiously was gripping onto nicks arm around as we went to take a seat in the waiting area, listening carefully for my flight to be called. "i'm so sad" nick pouted, looking down at me as matt and chris sat across from us. "it felt just like old times when we were constantly together"

"i know" i sighed and leaned my head on his shoulder, both chris and matt were equally upset. "but it's not like we're never going to see each other again" i tried smiling and nudged both chris and matt with my foot.

"why don't you just move in with us?" matt looked at me with full seriousness, causing me to actually laugh at his wide eyes.

"my mom is all by herself at home, i couldn't do that to her, you know that" my eyes looked between chris and matt's since they were both awaiting an answer. "and i have a job that is most likely pissed at me for taking two weeks off"

"just quit your job" chris shrugged and we both exchanged weary smiles.

"you know i also can't do that" i kept eye contact with him, the same comforting eyes I’ve know since birth still sending butterflies right to my stomach.

"we'll come visit super super soon" nick reassured everyone, mostly his sad brothers. "we'll have a fun day with you and nathan and everyone else, soon, i promise" he looked down at me with a smile.

"i'm looking forward to it" i smiled back at nick, and looked back over at the other two. chris was definitely the most devastated out of all of them. It’s making my heart sink.

after about fifteen minutes of light conversation, they announced my flight over the p.a. system. all of their eyes widened as if it were an shocking surprise, making me slightly giggle. "i don't want you to go" nick pulled me into a big hug as i stood up. tears were threatening my eyes as i was in his tight embrace.

"stop it im going to start bawling" i shakily laughed in his tight hold.

“I’m so sorry we haven’t been around much, or the fact we haven’t flown you out sooner” he rubbed my back before pulling away from each other.

"don't be sorry, i know you guys are busy" i used the back of my hand to wipe the tears.

i went to matt next, hugging him just as tight as he rested his head on top of my own. "thank you so much for everything" he held me close and i could hear in his voice he was getting choked up as well.

"no, no, no" i pulled away from him and looked at his damp eyes, similar to nicks. "thank you for everything" i smiled gently and gave him one last hug before they called my flight once again. "i love you guys so much" i looked over at nick and matt, both of them looking as if they’re trying their hardest not to let any tears slip.

"text us once you land" nick grabbed my hand and held it gently, giving it a squeeze before i turned around and looked at chris.

his eyes were already bloodshot as his lashes were wet with a constant flow of tears. seeing him like this finally broke me and tears began to leak steadily from my eyes. "walk me to the gate?" i asked him softly, and all he could do is nod. "bye guys" i turned around and waved at them, and they both said goodbye back. i held onto chris's hand as we started to walk towards my assigned gate. we were both silent, the energy was very different from how he normally is. "can you say something?"

"i'm sorry" he swallowed hard as the gate came into vision. "i feel so devastated" he sighed and sniffled a little, breaking my heart more and more by the second. this reminded me of the time they visited boston awhile back, but i was the only one who was available to drive them to the airport (which i hate saying my goodbye's to them) and he was just as emotional leaving as he is now. he's always been so emotional with me.

"it's okay" i pushed out a smile and we both stopped a few feet in front of the gate. "it's not like we're never going to see each other again" i scoffed trying to cheer him up, but his entire face was becoming red and blotchy. "awe, chris" i stood on my tiptoes, throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him to me.

he didn't hesitate to bend down to my level and snatch my waist quickly into his strong arms, holding me the tightest he's ever have in his life. "i know i'll see you soon but," he took a shaky breath into the side of my neck, his tears wetting his hoodie i was currently wearing. "damn i feel like we finally just started life together" he emphasized the ending, pulling me in closer. "it was such a small taste of everything i wanted, and now it's already gone"

"we have always been in this life together" i comforted him as best as i could, lacing my fingers through his soft hair as his head sunk more onto my shoulder. "it's not gone, it'll always be here, i'll always be here" i pulled away from him, holding his face as he stilled gripped strongly on my waist. "i hate seeing you cry" my breath hitched in my throat as i let out a small laugh. my thumbs swiped across his cheekbones as he stared intently down at me watching my every move.

"i love you" he faintly said trying to choke back tears, making my heart flutter.

"i love you too" i stood on my tiptoes once again and reached myself up to his lips. i held his face as our lips connected gently, kissing each other slow and soft yet so passionate as if we were going to be separated for eternity. his lips tasted a bit salty from his constant flow of tears as he held me even tighter. this wasn’t like him either, he hates public display of affection.

the p.a. system announced their third, and final call. we both pulled away from each other, holding each others eyes with our own. "i'll be back soon, i promise" he bit his bottom lip most likely to prevent it from trembling. his eyes still streamed with tears.

"i know you will" i gently brushed his hair to the side so i could see his eyes more.

"ill text you every second of the day" he swallowed and nodded harshly. "and call you everyday, no matter how busy i am" he brought his hands up to my face now, cupping it as we looked intensely in my eyes. "ill send you presents and letters and i'll always be available to you okay? one call away, one text away, one flight away, no matter what time of day, do you understand?" i nodded as tears weld greatly in my eyes at how caring and loving he is. i quickly kissed him once again, my time is now running up with him. "my sweet princess," he pulled me into another hug, gently kissing the top of my head with his hand holding the back of it. "i love you so much"

"i love you so much" i took a deep breath trying to prevent myself from sobbing.

"call me when you land" as we pulled away from each other, my heart instantly felt empty. i grabbed my carryon bag from his shoulder, to which he instantly kissed my cheek and put on a small smile. "i love you (y/n)"

"i love you" my throat felt like it was completely closed up, my heart felt slightly broken. i pushed my own self to start stepping towards the entrance, my feet feeling like cement and wanting to stay here with chris. i wiped my nose with the hoodies sleeve, his scent instantly filling my senses causing more tears to fall. i wanted to look back behind me at him again before i was on, but i couldn't bring myself to it. if i had, i would've probably ran right back to him.

i boarded the plane with a sniffly nose and wet eyes. i kept my eyes down at the floor trying to avoid all the stares and looks from concerned passengers. as i sat in my seat the flight attendant was going over safety instructions and material, but it was hard for me to even focus on the information. this was definitely the hardest goodbye i've said in awhile.

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once the plane landed, my phone came back into service and already tons of messages were piled up all from chris.

chris<3

i miss u already

plz i hope the plane turns around im manifesting it

did it turn around

r u back in la ?! plz say yes

i hope u have a safe flight

u looked super cute in my clothes the lil sweatpants hoodie combo is sooo cute

but only my sweatpants and hoodies...

I CANT WAIT TO TALK TO UUUU

did u land yet??????

r u safe?? did the plane crash????

MY PILLOW STILL SMELLS LIKE UR CONDITIONER IM GONNA CRYYY

I MISS U

I LUV U

i'm scared what if the plane did crash i think id die

na id come find it and save u the moment it happens

nicks editing the car video now that u we're in u look so gorgeous i miss u

ur always so gorgeous yoyhe always been

**youve

text me when you can

i smiled at the plethora of messages, but i was only able to text back a little since i had to board off.

chris<3

i just landed, ill txt u when i can !!

i love u sm

as soon as i sent those text my phone instantly pinged with a message from him as if he'd been lingering on the message screen. unfortunately i couldn't open it right away considering i was already being nudged and pushed from the large crowd.

once i was off the plane i grabbed my luggage that was being put through on a conveyor belt. after i grabbed all of my belongings, my eyes started to scan the busy airport. "(y/n)!" i heard my name being shouted from behind me. "we're over here sweetie"

i turned around to see my mom, mr. and mrs. sturniolo, and nathan standing near my mother. they all waved me over and as much as this day was heartbreaking, this brought a large smile to my face. i quickly jogged over to them as my mom held her arms open for me and i had no hesitation running right onto them.

"i missed you" i hugged her tightly as she hugged me back.

"i missed you too (y/n)" she said warmly as we hugged each other for a long, long time. i was more of a homebody, being back in boston with my mother felt amazing. "did you have fun?" she asked while smiling down at me.

"i really did" i smiled back at her and quickly began greeting mr. and mrs. sturniolo with massive hugs as well. after all, they were like my second parents. especially mr. sturniolo, considering i never had a father figure in the house.

"did they behave?" mrs. sturniolo asked with a little grin.

"of course they did" i giggled a bit before giving nathan a big hug as well. "thank you guys all for coming" i looked around at the small group that came to greet me from my long trip.

"awe, of course sweetheart" mrs. sturniolo gave me a big smile of gratitude, lifting my spirits completely.

we all started to head out now, mr. sturniolo grabbed one of my suitcases and nathan grabbed the other one and my carryon bag. i repeatedly tried to tell him that i could carry my own stuff, but they refused to let me.

the adults walked a little ahead of us while discussing dinner plans with each other. "so" nathan began, looking over at me with mocking eyes as we trailed behind the rest of them. "you and chris finally came to your senses?"

"shut up" i glanced up at him, my face immediately burned up at the mention of chris. "how do you even know?"

"how do i know?" he scoffed teasingly down at me to which I hit the side of his arm. "hm, how would i know (y/n)?" he continued the teasing and talked to me as if i were a caveman. "it's not like i've been best friends with them for a just little while now" he looked down at me while making a goofy face to which i only rolled my eyes. "it's not like he told me the second it happened"

"did he really?" a smile now broke across my embarrassed face.

"i swear" nate nodded, dropping the sarcasm. "man, i've been hyping him up to do that since we were like, fourteen i think?"

"seriously?" i giggled a little, now trying to regain my composure. since i grew up with the triplets, it was inevitable that nate would also become a huge part in my life as well. i remember me and him didn't get along well at first, but as the years passed he became one of my best friends. we still consistently hangout with each other even when the triplets aren't around. "thank you for coming" i smiled up at him, earning a small grin back.

"of course" he slightly chuckled as we entered the busy parking lot. "i sort of missed you"

"awe..!" i dramatically cooed at him making him embarrassed now. "you missed me?" i jokingly pouted my lips and covered my heart.

"i take it back" he shook his head slightly as we finally approached mr. sturniolo's car. as much as i missed the triplets, i was extremely happy to be back in boston.

~

"what did you do tonight?" chris's voice hummed through my phone as i had him on speaker. i was putting away all my luggage and clothing from the trip as we finally got a chance to talk.

"well," i began to fold some of my pants and put them neatly back in my drawer. "your mom had me, my mom, and nate over for dinner tonight" i paced around my room putting each item back in their respective drawer. "and then after nate took me out for ice cream"

"he took you out?" chris's voice sounded extremely guarded.

"not like that you jerk" i shook my head as if he could see me. "you know what i mean, cmon it's nathan"

"i know, im just teasing you"

"right" i replied in a slightly sarcastic manner.

"did anyone talk about like... us? did our parents say anything?"

"of course they did" i giggled and sat down on the edge of my bed. "it was the hot topic of the dinner table"

"well what did they say?" his voice became shy with that question.

"my mom was mad that i didn't tell her, but honestly they were all pretty happy with it. your mom is also mad you didn't say anything to her"

"i'll have to call her later and catch her up then"

me and chris ended up talking for another three hours on the phone before finally hanging up and going to bed. we both agreed it was weird not sleeping next to each other since we had gotten so used to it, but until i see him again, his hoodie is going to have to do.

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change of plans 𝜗𝜚

previous part here!

summary: when sarah gets involved in your plan, you make some slight changes to it, and invite someone new to help.

warnings: none (not proofread)

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you had been trapped in your house for two days since you’d snuck out. your dad was being unusually strict recently.. anyway, your plan was due to happen today, so you had to run through it.

1. john b would come and work his shift like usual with your dad helping outiside

2. you’d make a distraction and john b would sneak inside

3. both of you would get inside the study and search for information about denmark tanny

4. john b would borrow whatever he needed and leave.

that was it! pretty simple, but you just had to be very careful. your dad wasn’t the biggest fan of pogues. john b’s shift was due to start at 2:30pm, and it was currently 1:25. you texted him anxiously once more.

you: john b, do you understand the plan? we cant mess this up, okay?

john b: for the last time, y/n, i’ve got it. we’ll be fine.

you stayed in your room for the majority of the day, waiting. however, as the clock on your wall ticked to 2:00pm, you became more restless. you’d agreed with john b that he would text you at 2 to tell you he was on his way. you checked your phone, but there was no notification from him in your notifications centre. over the next two minutes you began checking over and over again, but nothing.

he’s bailed on me. probably to embarrass me, right? you thought. you sighed, wishing you’d known better than to try and help. you lay on your bed, suddenly feeling very sleepy. you closed your eyes and drifted off into a sleep..

you were awoken by a pained yell coming from the study. you immediately sat up, thinking the worst. what if john b had come a little late and your dad found him? what if your dad was hurting him?!

you rushed upstairs, ready to shout at your dad to stop, but when you burst into the study, you found a peculiar sight. your sister was tending to john b’s bleeding wound on his stomach. you cleared your throat as they both looked at you.

“what happened?! why were you not here? i thought you bailed on me!” you said, exasperated, forgetting your sister was right there.

john b smirked and then winced as sarah dabbed onto his wounds once more.

“you seem to care a lot as someone i barely know.”

“i’m just confused. i thought my dad was beating you up or something. why are you hurt?”

john b opened his mouth, but sarah was quicker. she explained how the cops had come to take him away, and he’d made a ran for it. he tripped over in the commotion and sarah had helped him out, taking him back here to help clean him up.

“but what’s this plan you’re talking about?” she said, curiously.

“look, i have to get to chapel hill sarah. the less you know the better okay?” john b spoke up.

“sarah told you all this information already?” you asked him, surprised.

“i-uh, yeah. she said she could get me into chapel hill. i need to go, now.”

“okay then im coming with you.” sarah said immediately.

“no.”

“yes.”

“one last mission, and then i’m out of this dirty, dirty game.” she said, half sarcastically.

she slapped his injury, as john b groaned, before leaving the room. jb looked at you, as you shrugged.

“i mean, i dont wanna miss out on this. besides, i did try to help you. cmon, lets go!” you say enthusiastically.

john b huffed, following behind you as you both headed downstairs. you got into your sisters car, and sarah looked at you as you sat in the passenger seat.

“you’re coming?”

“yes, and you can’t stop me.” i said firmly.

“no, its not that. its just… we both need chaperones. it’s weird if it’s all three of us separately. i mean, this is chapel hill we’re talking about.”

she was right. but who could you go with? topper would snitch, and so would the other pogues you knew. kelce was absolutely a no go, and of course you couldn’t go with your brother-

“i know just the guy. sarah, follow my directions.” john b stated from the backseat.

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as sarah pulled up outside the chateau, you had a sinking feeling. you knew what john b was going to do.

“john b, no.”

“what?”

“im not going there with jj as my chaperone. i’d rather just go home.”

“what, why?”

“he probably hates me! he’ll snitch.”

john b snorted, genuinely amused by your sentence.

“clearly you know nothing about jj.”

before you could protest, he hopped out of the car and headed towards the unlocked house. you could hear him calling his friend’s name, and soon, the brown haired boy walked out with his blond haired friend.

jj casually got into the backseat next to john b.

“so, what’s in this for me?” he asked, rubbing his hands together and smirking.

“money.” sarah stated, as you turned to look at her, shocked.

“sarah! we’re not giving him money!” you hissed.

“this will be fun, an adventure. i mean, what kooks get to do this, eh? just let loose a little okay?” she whispered back.

you knew she was right, and you sat back in your seat as sarah continued driving to the dock. you may as well make the most of this trip.”

“uh, you know we can hear you guys right?” jj spoke up from behind you. your cheeks heated up in embarrassment.

“oh shut up jj.” your sister retorted.

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guys ive been so busy over the christmas holidays eeek!! my posting schedule is way off. i hope you enjoyed this short but sweet chapter (sabrina ref), and i’ll be posting again soon! i also wanted to add that although it seems rigut now that im following the obx storyline, i will make some original chapters and scenarios that arent in the series.

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Metanoia (or not?...)

Metanoia:(n) meta·​noia - a transformative change of heart...especially : a spiritual conversion

Parings: Wednesday x Dracula!Reader (GN)

Part 1. - Part 2. - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5. - Part 6.

(Chapter 6)

(Im doing the gif based on what the chapter reflects bare with me)

Warnings: they are a little older(19, lets say nevermore is a college), Blood, swearing, fighting, near death experience, light mention of death, and reader being a badass.

WordCount: 3.5k

this is literally Soft Wednesday for sure. (Reader is Masc)

Your eyes fluttered open to see the sun brightening the room, you looked over to see Wednesday's head against your chest. You hummed, smiling softly letting a smile paint your face. Slowly, you moved out of the bed but your movements came to a halt when you saw the disaster you caused around your room. 

“What the fu- '' you slapped a hand over your mouth at the shattered glass and broken dresser in front of you. Grabbing the shirt that hung out of one of the damaged drawers, you tossed it on creeping out the door, shutting it softly. 

The house was quiet. You could hear the birds landing on the roof of the house. The stream from the small creek down by Nevermore and the chatter from the students on campus. You crept to the top of the stairs catching a whiff of a newborn. Taking a step back you thought to yourself, 

Were you guys expecting company?

After waiting a few seconds, you heard nothing. Something wasn’t right. The hairs on your arm rose when the sound of crashing was heard from downstairs. Your body went into auto-pilot, blurring into your room you found Wednesday slowly waking from her slumber. Slipping on your shoes, you moved to Wednesday's side, blurring on her shoes and handing her one of your hoodies. 

“Wednesday listen carefully, someone is here and I need you to be ready to run.” If the girl in front of you wasn’t awake; she was now. She nodded tossing on the hoodie as you closed your eyes trying your best to focus on the sound downstairs but the beating of Wednesday's heart made it difficult to hear. A frustrated growl was heard from you when you scooped the girl in your arms, 

“I have to get you out of here.” You whispered but once she nodded everything slowed. You turned your head to see the doorknob moving, you didn’t have time to run. A shadow was seen crossing your window, you were trapped. 

“Why don't you put your mate down and we can do this the easy way.” 

You growled at the voice turning your body at the newborn that stood in your room with a bloody smile on his face as you placed Wednesday down but kept her as close to you as possible. He continued to talk but it all sounded muffled when you could feel the anxiousness from the girl next to you. Wednesday released a breath that seemed hollow, you spared her a glance seeing the airflow from her mouth. You looked around the room as the windows began to ice. Marija. You set Wednesday down, raising your hands up to show some sort of mercy. Oh but not for you. For her. They could rip you to pieces, it'll save not only time but the life that you now have standing next to you. 

“Or maybe I can use that pretty little thing as leverage.” He spat taking a step causing Wednesday to take one back. You composed yourself by taking a step forward. 

“Or I can rip that tongue of yours out and hang you from the ceiling.” threatening the man seemed to cause the atmosphere to shift but the way he mentioned Wednesday, everything around you darkened. 

One minute you’re next to Wednesday thinking of a plan to escape this intruder, then the next you’re standing face to face with your bedroom door and a loud thump was heard behind you. You kept your back towards the girl praying to the gods that it was not her. It can’t be. Your mother mentioned the feeling of losing a mate when you were younger. The way your bones break, the feeling of your dead heart breaking. Your fathers brother lost his mate and with the pain he felt he almost went off the edge of drenching himself in gasoline and standing over the fireplace, ready to end it all. You slowly turned to see the newborn laying on the floor with blood seeping from his chest. A faint beat was felt in your hand when you looked down to see his heart still pumping in your hand. You looked up to meet Wednesday's eyes but it felt as if your own heart was ripped from your own when a tall hooded figure had Wednesday in his hold with his sharp nails to her throat. 

“I will not kill her, but I will hurt her in ways you cannot imagine.” the voice of the man whispered as your knees ached and crashed you to the ground. You huffed looking up at the man through your lashes, he sent you a fanged smile letting go of Wednesday and kneeled in front of you. His long slender fingers ran across your jaw as he chuckled, 

“Amazing. The pain you hold deep in your heart is…” 

A grunt was heard from you when heat was coursing through your veins. You shook but the smile on the man's face grew. You knew who he was but the pain, anger and fear you felt left you in the state you were in. Kneeled. 

“The key.”

The man grabbed your shoulder lifting you onto your feet dragging you out the bedroom but not without sparing a glance towards Wednesday. She took a step back but you looked up to hear the man's voice yet his lips were not moving. Your brows furrowed when the shadow from minutes before appeared behind Wednesday. You were quick to lunge at the newborn but the hold the demon had on you sent you back into his embrace.  

“She will not harm your mate. You have my word.” He whispered in your ear but you still squirmed in his hold but huffing once Wednesday sent you a small nod. Whimpering, your head hung low as the man blurred you down to the living room. Your eyes widen at the sight in front of you. Everyone was sitting on the middle of the floor with rope tied around their wrist. Marija attempted to sit up when she caught sight of you but one of the newborns sent a fist into her jaw, sending her crashing on top of Bora. Flashing her fangs, Bora's eyes widen at the sight behind you. You turned to see the man's hood now off and you were right. 

“Alucard.” You whispered, taking a step back. He sent you a smile running his slender fingers through his long hair. The newborns soon departed from the room out the back door except for one. Once you turned to see why he had not left a horrid vision flashed between your eyes. 

“You.” You growled out, blurring to the man wrapping your hand around his throat. Panic swarmed his eyes when Alucard stood back watching everything unfold. 

“Tell me, how would it feel if I rip your heart out your chest and feed it to the wolves?” You roared out, sinking the man deeper into the wall as his legs buckled beneath him. The cries from your family echoed in your mind when you could have sworn he saw them too. Alucard stood amazed at the anger that seeped from your skin, the pain you felt not once but twice. The images of your fathers family being slaughtered in front of your eleven year old eyes. That face; that face was the cause of the nightmares you endured for years till your mother fed you with the story of the necromancer. That face scarred you, he murdered your cousins. The voices in your head screamed for revenge, but you couldn’t seem to dig your fingers into his throat. 

“Get the hell out of my sight before I rip your head off” you grit out staring deep into his soul. As if he could feel the pain and anger clawing its way out, he slipped out your hold once he felt the grip you had loosen. You kept your gaze onto him until he was out the back. Turning to the Alucard, he sent you a fanged smile walking to Bora placing his hand onto her shoulder. 

“What I witnessed was…fascinating. Wasn’t it Shash?” Alucard spoke leaning down whispering in her ear. Bora growled, shoving his hand off. Shash? That is Navajo. You thought to yourself. You eyed the OB but you noticed there was one missing, moving deeper into the living room to find Alek away from the rest of the crew. You took a step in his direction when a hand was wrapped around your arm. 

“That one is to remain untouched.” Alucard whispered, you turned back giving him a look, “This one has been on the run from me for a very long time.” After you saw Alek stir awake, a blur ran past you and Alek was no longer in sight. A cry filled your ears when you were quick to blur out the house to find a few newborns with their teeth piercing into their flesh. Heat sprung from your palms erupting the newborns in flames. A few more came into your views standing into an attacking position, you dug your feet into the soil as a roar flew out your mouth. Alek cupped his ears at how loud it was along with the newborns now kneeling in front of you. 

“You never fail at surprising me.” Alucard spoke from behind you, turning to face the man. You walked up to the man coming face to face with him with your gold iris now glowing brighter than ever before. 

“You touch him again-” You stopped moving your hand back sending a newborn in flames that now laid next to Alek in a pit of ashes. “-and I will slaughter your entire army.” You finished keeping your eyes locked into his. There was eerie silence but the man soon smiled widely letting a howl of laughter. 

“You have my word, but-” He waved his hand when a group of newborns blurred the unconscious man into the house as Alucard did the same for you. You saw the OBs free from their restraints and now looking between you and the man who has a grip on your shoulder. 

“There are some things you and I need to sort out.”  and when his grip on your shoulder tightened, everything around you slowed. Your eyes met Wednesdays and the way her color drained from her face caused your arm to reach out to her but a flash shuttered between your eyes when you landed face first into a cold texture. You groaned, spitting out what you presumed was snow. 

“I got to stop face-planting.” Mumbling, you picked your head up to see white surrounding you. Taking in the scenery, fingers wrapped around your ankle dragging you away from the snow into a dark, cold scene. You turned onto your back coming face to face with a serious Alucard. 

“I have been tracking the Council for the last week and I am the bearer of bad news-” he starts walking deeper into this cave that reeked of death, “-but the Council will be arriving sooner than we expected.” He finished placing his hand into the fire and placing the flames into a small crack on the wall. The cave seemed like some sort of light show but once the cavern was lit a face that you had seen once in your life caused you to crawl back in horror. 

“What the hell?” You whispered out, slowly standing to your feet. “You…” stammering over your words, Alucard nodded, piercing his claw into the unconscious demon's neck. He jerked awake catching your panicked eyes. A sickening smile painted his face when he stole a glance at your shaking hands. 

“Il dio della morte” (This is in italian, i cant remember what it meant- OOPS) he whispered out as his pitch black eyes stared into yours. He sent you a smirk but a hiss flew out his mouth when Alucard sunk his claw deeper into his neck. 

“Now, you will let our Ascendant here know what needs to be done for demons like you.” Alucard spoke, the demon smirk grew when your golden eyes brightened. “Heart and head need to be away from the body and both the body and parts need to be set on fire in the span of a few minutes or their bodies will implode and a gas will seep from their pores and kill you and your army in a matter of time.” The man spoke, watching your movements when you took a seat onto the log that sat near the fire. 

“I don’t have an army and now with this new information, how will we defeat them?” Whispering, you ran your fingers over the small dagger that laid next to the flames. You glanced at the demon that caused everything to darken around you. The OB’s and Reinfield flood your mind, with the experience they hold and the limited time you all have left, maybe they could teach you what the Council may not know. You were connected with them like a pack, so the distant voice in your head was the OB. Your eyes narrowed on the slight head movements from the demon in front of you. Alucard was pacing behind the demon moving his gaze to him then you every few seconds. The Council was a pack, so what will happen if one strays?

“Kill him.” 

Alucards head shook but the demon tilted his head, sending you a bloodied smile. 

“I shall not. He is what we will use to find the destination of the Council.” You growled at his nonsense. You leaned down grabbing the dagger, secretly sliding it into your sleeve, then you stood walking towards the demon. You looked between the two then kneeled untying the silver chains wrapped around his wrist. “If you are not going to kill him, then release him.” You muttered, but the look on the demon's face seemed as if he was doubting the side he was on. Alucard gave you a look as you continued to untie the other wrist. 

“You are writing yourself a death wish,” the demon whispered, you shook your head looking up through your eyelashes. 

“If you do not wish to die today then I will spare you from the wraith I will release on your council,” You muttered, taking a step back from the demon glancing at the entrance. He sent you a look as a dark chuckle released from his lips, 

“We wish you luck.” and with that, he started his way out towards the entrance. Alucard took his hood off releasing a frustrated grunt, 

“He was our way to get to the Council first, how stupid could you be?” he spat but his expressions dropped when a smirk plastered on your face. You took a step back twirling the dagger that was now visible to the man in front of you. You took a step back, flinging the dagger towards the demon watching the weapon pierce through his skull. Grabbing the torch, you blurred towards his twitching body. grabbing the back of his neck, a horrid rip echoed around the cage when you stood up facing Alucard. 

“Stupid enough to save us a few more days.” You spoke, placing the torch onto his body as the flames engulfed his body. Heavy breaths were heard from you when the veins were now visible from under your eyes. Taking a few steps back, you exhaled tapping your temple. 

“His gift was telepathic communications. I could hear him speaking to them every detail of this place and we were exposed. We need to go back.” You muttered, grabbing the dagger that now held a small portion of the demon's blood. “And I have a feeling we can use their power against them.” Alucard hummed, taking a look around what you presumed this is where he has been hiding this whole time. 

“From what I see you have done for me, we are in this together but we have to go warn the others.” You spoke taking off your shirt wrapping the cloth around the dagger. A hiss flew out your mouth when a pain shocked your side. You turned to Alucard to see his unreadable expression, he walked your way and right when he wrapped his arms around you, your legs gave in. Everything around you grew dark, heat traveled through your body and the pain you felt? A wail was heard from you when Alucard scooped you into his arms, blurring back to the OB’s. 

At the OB Safe House. 

Bora sat next to Wednesday who was in a daze with her eyes hollow but glued to the window that displayed the backdoor where she last saw you. Water was placed on the coffee table in front of her as Raina walked into the living room from the kitchen, handing Bora a blood bag. It was quiet. Not one word was exchanged between each other because what would they plan? You were with the most powerful being on the planet. Yes, you were powerful but not experienced like him. D and Alek came in from the back door with their heads hung low sending a sly shake of their heads to Bora. 

“I lost their link once they left the room.” Alek whispered, plopping onto the sofa placing his head into his hands. Bora whispered amongst the OB trying to plan a way to at least get you back into the mind link to let them know you are okay at least. Wednesday kept her eyes still onto the window but a shake in the trees caught her eyes. Her knuckles turned white as her grip tightened around the water bottle she now had in her grasp. Raina heard the bottle crumble when her eyes landed on the girl's state. 

“Wednesday, what’s wrong?” Wednesday's eyes turned after hours when her eyes told Raina what she needed to know. 

“They’re hurt.” Wednesday whispered and that's when the entire OB was now on their feet ready to attack whoever caused you harm. The front door was heard and Alucard walked in with you unconscious in his arms. Everyone made their way to him when your head hung with white substance leaking from your mouth. 

“What the hell happened?” Bora barked, fear seeping from her skin. Alucard ignored everyone's drastic questions and made his way to the Med-Room laying you onto the stretcher. Wednesday saw your lifeless body and all she could do is keep her eyes on your hand that hung. 

“Nicked by Wallum” Alucard mumbled, ripping open your white shirt rolling you onto your side. Bora and Raina were by your side getting needles after needles, Bora noticed the shaking in Raina's hands as she held them over your side trying her best to help you fight off whatever was invading your body. 

“Wallum is an ancient substance hunters used for people like us-” Alucard spoke as he carefully grabbed the dart, yanking it out as fast as he could. “-a mixture of Vervain, White lotus and…” he paused, seeing the dark substance seep out of your skin. He turned to see Raina keeping her gaze focused on the liquid transferring it into a tube. “Council blood.” 

Raina huffed, wiping her hands on her sides glancing at D holding Marija in her arms. D sent her a nod as she led Marija out the room. Tears were present. Your body was too cold. No one knew what to do. Alucard's eyes ran over your body trying to pinpoint how this could happen, 

“They were struck. It is an ancient dart, still you can get things like this from the right people.” He started running his finger over your side. His eyes ran across the room when his figure was now by the fridge. 

“Hunters use this weapon to weaken their target; kill them. They can not last with this in their system. They will not be able to defeat the council in this condition.” He continued grabbing the blood eyeing the label. “They need their mates' venom.” 

Wednesday's eyes widened, she was not turned. She has not done this ceremony with you from what the OB has said. She glanced at Raina and Bora who stood there with a look of concern. 

“Wednesday is not one of us yet.” Bora answered, Alucard sighed clasping his hands together looking between your stirring body and the girl. A groan slipped past your lips and everyone was quick to your aid. You lifted your hand signaling them to back up, sitting up you looked around to find the girl that invaded your mind. Your arms were quick to wrap around the girl into a tight embrace. 

“Well the ascendant should start making arrangements now for one of the two things that are now at stake,” Alucard spoke, walking out the back door taking one last look at you, who was now on your feet holding your side. 

“For what?” You mumbled, moving your arm to hold Wednesday as close as you could to your side. Alucards face held an unreadable expression, glancing from the door then back at you. 

“Your funeral or hers.” 

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A/n: I forgot to press post on Thursday...oops

[lil-elle]

Locked Out

group: xikers

pair: stranger!minjae x fem!reader

genre: fluff, college au, boy next door (I guess??)

word count: 1.4k

content: no warnings, just like one or two curses ♡ (istg I can't write without them)

a/n: HAPPY MINJAE DAY 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 (also yes there will be a part 2, it's already pretty much done im just sleepy and wanted to at least post this ON mjs bday)

part 2 is HERE

“You're kidding….” You mumbled as you searched frantically through your bag for your dorm key. You'd pulled almost everything out of your bag at that point and yet there was no key to be seen. Desperately, you yanked on the door handle, hoping by some miracle it wouldn't be locked, but you weren't surprised when the handle didn't budge. You sighed defeatedly as you leaned back against the sturdy door and slid down, mind flashing back to your roommates words: “I won't be back until tomorrow morning, okay?”.

Slowly packing the things you'd pulled from your bag back in it, your mind raced through possible alternatives to sitting sadly outside your dorm all night. “Stay with a friend?” You didn't have many close friends that you'd feel comfortable staying the night with. “Go to a hotel?” Probably the most comfortable solution, but…expensive. “Bust the door down?” You chuckled to yourself as you pictured your weak body barrelling into the door as if you yourself were a battering ram.

A sudden door clicking open perked your attention and you lifted your head to see the door of the room across the hall open, a pretty boy with caramel brown hair and thick framed black glasses peeking down at you.

“Um…you okay…?”

It was only the beginning of the semester and you weren't exactly the type to go around introducing yourself to your neighbours, so this boy was a complete stranger to you. You didn't recognise his face, voice, or know his name. Nothing.

“Uh…” He looked down the hall confusedly and that's when you realised you'd just been silently staring at him, your face going red from embarrassment as you quickly stood.

“S-Sorry! I- um…I'm just…locked out, is all.” You muttered embarrassedly, prepared for him to laugh at you for getting yourself into such a stupid and silly situation.

He stepped out of his apartment, looking at you with a concerned expression, far from the amused expression you were expecting.

“Oh um…Did you…have somewhere else you could go?”

You felt slightly flustered by the care he was showing, something you weren't used to, especially when it came to college boys. You couldn't deny that it made your heart skip.

“Oh I-I don't actually…I was probably going to go to a hotel…I guess.” You chuckled awkwardly as you looked at him, getting a good look at his face and realising how handsome this boy actually was. You saw him look up and down the hall again, unknown thoughts running through his head, before his eyes landed back on you. He swallowed and took a breath in before speaking.

“You could…stay with me if you wanted?”

Your mouth fell open slightly and you just stared at him. You couldn't deny that it probably wasn't a very good idea to accept such an offer from a stranger, especially a man, but you also couldn't deny how genuine he seemed. While you weighed up the pros and cons of his offer, he stood nervously waiting for a response.

“I-I'm sorry, that's probably weird, isn't it?” He stuttered anxiously. “You're not going to stay the night with a stranger…” He scratched the back of his head. “I didn't really think before I spoke…idiot..” That last part came out whispered towards himself and you couldn't help but feel an amused smile pull at your lips.

This boy was different. Not like any of those cocky, confident assholes you now call exes. Or those sleazy, playboy dirtbags you surrounded yourself with in high school. This boy seemed kind yet unsure, like all he really was trying to do was offer some help to someone in an unfortunate situation but he didn't know quite how.

A small giggle escaped your throat despite your desire to hold it down, and he looked at you with a slightly shocked and nervous expression.

“Sure…that's very nice of you…” You smiled at him and he suddenly perked up, a smile crossing his face as well and his cheeks filling with a little pinkness. He was like a kid asking you to buy him a toy and you'd just said yes. It was cute.

“Well, c-come in!” He smiled brightly, stepping aside so you could enter. You swiftly pulled out your phone and texted your roommate about the situation as you made your way into his living room, so she knew just in case he did end up being a creep or a psycho. Slipping your phone back into your pocket, you slid your bag from your back and looked over at the boy now making his way to the kitchen.

“Um so…can I just put my bag down here?”

He nodded with a soft hum of agreement and you placed your backpack on the coffee table.

“You hungry?” He called out and you spun around, seeing him grab out what looked like boxed leftovers from the fridge. It seemed like either him or his roommate was quite the cook.

“Oh! U-um it's okay, you don't have to-”

“All I have to do is heat some of it up, don't worry. You a fan of uhhh…” he spun one of the boxes around in his hands, clearly he isn't the one that made it then.

“...Curry? Wait no…no, yeah, I think it's curry…”

You giggled softly as you walked over to him, placing your hands on the island counter and leaning over slightly to see the food in his hands.

“I'm assuming you're not the one that made this?” You spoke through giggles, turning your eyes to look up into his. He left out a soft amused sigh.

“Yeah…Hunter- my roommate is a big chef. Meanwhile…” he removed the lid of the container and sniffed the contents, “I just eat whatever he makes for me.”

“Makes for you? Wow, lucky!”

He chuckled and placed the container in the microwave to heat up for 2 minutes.

“Well he said he feels bad that he's never around so he makes extra for me as like compensation? I guess?”

You leaned your chin on your hand as he spoke. His voice was soft and something about the way he talked kept your full attention.

“Never around?”

“Oh yeah, he's always doing stuff like going to the gym or dance practice, going to the beach, the park, hiking. Y'know, the outdoors-y type.”

“Bit strange to be outdoors at, what, 8pm at night?”

He chuckled awkwardly and scratched his neck.

“Oh…yeah he's probably just out with some girl tonight.”

“WOAH? A player too?” You said amusedly as he laughed and pulled the curry from the microwave, stirring it around before placing it in front of you with a fork.

“Kinda. Loves outdoors and good with the ladies? Complete opposite to me.”

You gingerly poked at the curry with the fork, stabbing into a piece of chicken and blowing on it lightly.

“You're not good with the ladies? Come on~ I'm here right now, aren't I?” You teased before popping the chicken in your mouth. You knew the flirty undertone that the words you spoke held, but you said it anyway. “Why is that?” You thought as you stared up at the boy's smiling flustered face.

“I-I brought you in out of the kindness of my heart, not because you're a girl.” He explained, a shy smile and a small blush on his face. “I would've done the exact same thing if you were a guy.”

You smirked, swallowing your bite and pointing the fork towards him.

“That's still gentlemanly. Plus…maybe you swing that way.”

“Pfft-”

He let out a short laugh as you continued eating with a satisfied smile on your face.

“This is really good~” You remarked, too distracted by the food to notice the way he was looking at you, expression soft and admiring.

“...I don't think I caught your name.” He spoke up after a few seconds and you looked up into his eyes.

“Y/n.”

He smiled and stuck his hand out.

“I'm Minjae.”

You grasped his hand and shook it, feeling a slight electric shock when your hands met. Or maybe that was just the feeling of your heart skipping as he held eye contact with you, his caramel hair falling delicately over his forehead and his glasses sitting low on his surprisingly pretty nose. Either way, you felt something, familiar yet different from anything you'd felt before. You were looking forward to getting to know this boy.

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[moonlightisdancing]

The Gallery/ s.f.k

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 3650

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI light arguing, mentions break-up, emotional and physical intimacy, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap before you tap!)

PLEASE TELL ME IF I MISSED ANYTHING!!!!

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p.s. im sorry for the lack of “black swan” feeling like i lost the plot a little:(

There’s two types of goodbyes. One where you know they’ll come home after a long day and tell you all about it over dinner, and one where you don’t know if or when you’ll see them again. Two weeks ago you fell victim to the second goodbye, except you were lucky enough to know the next time you’d see the “former” love of your life. You still had to pick up some of your belongings from the space you both used to occupy. Although you both claim it was a mutual breakup, it feels very one sided on your end. You couldn’t handle the lack of physical touch while Sam was away for work. He’d been on the road for some time with his brothers doing small gigs across the country while working on some new music. More so, you couldn’t handle the lack of communication while he was gone. You’d worked all day and he worked well into the night, leaving little to no time for the shortest of phone calls. With the band just starting to take off, you couldn’t afford not to work. After a while you found yourself pushing Sam away for reasons unbeknownst to you. Were you trying to be content in the lack of contact? Or were you trying to make the inevitable decision easier? You didn’t know but god did you fucking hate it. All you did know is that you would have given anything in this world to be with Sam while he was away. From the moment he stumbled into your life you were confident he’d be the only one you could entirely and unconditionally love, him being the only one to love you the same. His love was otherworldly, always loving big and often, always loving every aspect of you. If it weren’t for the complex work lives of both, you’d easily spend the rest of your days sharing every intimate detail of your lives together. The fear of holding him back was the only thing to make you pull away.

The pit in your stomach only grows deeper as your feet find their way up the driveway to the door of a home you once called your own. You knock on the door and wait anxiously for Sam to answer. You hear footsteps padding through the hall before hearing the door unlock, watching as it slowly creeps open with Sam’s tall figure peering behind.

“Hey, come in.” He spoke timidly with his voice hoarse from crying, the evidence of emotions solidified by his dark and swollen eyes.

The house was still organized with the exception of a few boxes filled with your belongings strewn about the living room. Sam has always been a very clean and organized person, you were just glad to see he’d been doing okay enough not to allow that aspect of his personality falter.

“I think that’s the rest of it.” He points his finger across several boxes resting in different parts of the room.

“I really appreciate you finishing the packing, thank you.” You walk towards the box next to the coffee table.

You notice on the coffee table still resides a framed picture of your first winter together when Sam had taken you to a Christmas store in Frankenmuth. An aching feeling moves into your chest as you try your best to hold back tears. You ultimately fail when you look around to see he still hasn’t taken down any of the pictures accumulated over the years.

“Sammy, did you want me to take these down for you?” You timidly ask pointing to the photos.

“Nah, I was gonna take them down when I was ready, I guess. The room’s just gonna look really empty without them.” He walks over and lays the picture frame face down on the coffee table before grabbing some boxes.

He helps you bring them outside and load them into your car, you follow him inside to grab what’s left. You pick up the last box, trying to fight the unfamiliar feeling boiling inside. A feeling of emptiness, sadness and guilt washes over you.

“Again, I really appreciate you finishing the packing, this week has been hell.”

“Tell me about it,” He takes the box from your hands and places it on the old piano bench. “Can we talk before you go?” Sam was starting to get teary eyed.

“Of course we can.” You reassure him.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there for you when you needed me. I always would have done anything you asked me, even if it meant getting hurt in the end. All I ever wanted was for you to be happy, and I wish I did a better job at that.” He places his hand on your cheek and kisses you on the forehead. “If you ever change your mind, I’ll always be right here, waiting for you.”

He pulls away but you’re quick to reconnect the point of contact, not wanting him to leave. You still love him but you know this is for the best. You wrap your arms around his torso as he hugs you back, resting his chin on your head.

“Sammy, it’s not your fault. None of it. I should have said something sooner instead of pushing you away. I still have so much love for you, and I hope we can still be friends. Maybe even more again? Once we figure ourselves out?” You let the tears roll down your cheeks, soaking the front of his shirt.

You peel yourself away from him, catching a familiar look in his eyes, one of sadness. In your three years together you’d only seen him like this not even a handful of times, and never by the grace of your own actions. Being in his arms made everything for the first time in two weeks feel so right, but you knew it shouldn’t have. Unsure if anything would ever feel right again, you place your hands on Sam’s cheeks, rubbing a thumb over his bottom lip before kissing him one last time. You’re not sure what overcame you, quickly pulling away to apologize.

“I’m sorry, I don’t- I shouldn’t have done that.” You go to move your hands away from his face, but he gently grabs your wrists to keep them there. “Sam I should-”

He cuts you off to pull you in, connecting your lips to his once more, deepening the kiss. Your hands find their way tangled in his hair as he rests his hands on your hips. Sam slowly drags his hands up the side, dipping his fingers under your dress, feeling you however he can before you’re gone for good. You place your hands on his wrists and slide them out from under your dress, placing them between the two of you with a squeeze.

“Sam, we shouldn’t do this…” You look into his eyes, a place you once found solidarity now filled with nothing but hopelessness.

“Fuck, Y/N, stop doing this to me. You do one thing and say the other. Just tell me, what do you want?” He brings his hands to his face. “Please, just tell me?” He’s begging for an answer.

“It’s just going to hurt you more and I’m tired, Sam. I’m tired of hurting you.” Admitting it was enough to make tears swell in your eyes.

“No! No, not knowing the last time I held you in my arms and told you I loved you was the last time is what hurts. You don’t get to decide what’s going to hurt me!” The tears that threatened his lashline now start to spill over, running down his reddened cheeks. “I’m just supposed to continue through my days knowing you’re not here anymore? Knowing I will never come home to the love of my life again?”

“Sam… don’t do this, don’t say that…” You reach your hand up to wipe the tears from his cheek. If he asked, you’d bleed yourself goddamn dry to give him everything, you just can’t stand the thought of hurting him again.

“Please, Y/N? Just one more time where I’ll at least know it’s the last? I miss you.” He leans into your touch, nervously playing with the hem of his shirt between his thumb and index. “Even if you just spend the night next to me, if nothing else?”

You missed him too, having gotten hardly any sleep the past two weeks on a twin-sized mattress in your parent’s anything but heated basement, the harsh cold of a spot next to you that had been filled by Sam for the better half of some odd years.

“We can do that.” You defeatedly sigh walking towards the bedroom, your inability to deny his natural pull was a spell you knew you’d always be under.

Two weeks ago this would feel like any ordinary night. Coming home from work and hopping into the shower before bed, maybe even a nice bath. Every day for 3 years you did the same routine, and most times you were lucky enough to have Sam throw it off balance, to which he simply became part of the routine as opposed to a distraction. You cherished every moment you had with him because no matter how short or stressful it was, the good always outweighed the bad. Sam shuffles through the drawers and pulls out a pair of shorts and a shirt for you to wear. As your feet make their way into the room you see the bed is still made the way you’d fixed it when you left.

“Have you been making the bed?” You ask hesitantly, knowing he never made the bed because he liked how you fluffed the pillows better.

“No, I just haven’t been sleeping in it. Well, or at all really.” He shrugs as he hands you the clothes before pulling the covers back.

“What? Why not?” You go to walk towards the bathroom to get changed.

“Because it still smells like that perfume I like and I didn’t want it to go away.” He slips under the covers and lays facing the ceiling. “You can get dressed in here, I’ll turn around.”

You look at him with a frown on your face. “You don’t have to do that. Besides, I need help with the zipper on this dress.”

Sam sits up at the edge of the bed and you walk up in front of him. He takes a second to run his hands down your frame before he screws his eyes shut and rests his forehead against your sternum. You find yourself getting lost in his addictive presence, snapping back to reality as you hear him sniffle. You watch as he swipes tears from his eyes with his index and middle finger.

“Hey, you okay?” You place two fingers under his chin, pushing his face up to look at you.

“Far from it, I miss my girl, need my girl.”

“Need?” You ask, placing your hand on the space against his neck and collarbone, your thumb resting on his face.

Need. The thought of him needing you as opposed to wanting you breaks your heart more-so than it already is. The nail in the coffin of your unrecoverable heartbreak.

“I just need you one more time, before it’s really over?” His grip on your waist tightens but is still gentle.

“Sammy…”

“Nevermind it was stupid to ask again, I’m sorry.”

“No, not stupid. I need you, too.” You hesitate as the words leave your mouth, fingers twirling the ends of his hair. “I just can’t hurt you again, Sam. I won’t.”

“Missing you is what hurts me and I’ve done that every day since you left. This…” He pauses to point back and forth between the both of you, “isn’t gonna hurt me. It’s closure.” He pulls you closer to him, your legs naturally parting around his own as you fall into his lap. “Hi, beautiful.”

“Hi, Sammy.” You felt heat rise to your cheeks.

“Cute, I still make you blush?” He runs his hands up your thighs until they meet at the small of your back.

“Shut up and kiss me.” You place your hands gently on the sides of his face, the two of you staring into each other's eyes as you rub your thumbs over his damp skin.

Only in this moment does the weight of your fucked up reality finally relieve itself from your shoulders. Nothing else matters completely dissolving around you as your lips meet his, perfectly fitting like a key to its matching lock. He brings one hand from your back up between the two of you, placing your chin between his index and thumb. You place a hand to the back of his neck, pushing him closer to you. The kiss grows in lust and fervor as Sam slowly introduces his tongue into your mouth. You lean into him until he falls back onto the bed, never allowing your lips to come apart from one another.

“Excited?” He asks between giggles, allowing you to feel him smile against your lips.

“You always get me excited.” You whisper.

“Is that so? Still give you butterflies?” He wraps his arms around you, rolling over until he’s on top.

He positions himself with an arm on either side of your head, looking down to you as his hair cascades around your face. He shakes his head just enough to tickle the tip of your nose with the ends of his locks.

“Sammy, stop! That tickles!” You giggle, reaching your hands up to push his hair away from your face, pulling him into you to reconnect your lips with his.

As the kiss deepens, Sam lowers himself on top of you, pressing his hardened length against you as his fingers tangle themselves into your hair.

“Excited?” You quip, bucking your hips up against his length.

“Always, around you at least.” He looks at you with the look he’d given you thousands of times, like you’re the only girl in the world.

You stare into each other's eyes for a short period, his body still pressed against yours before he breaks the silence.

“Y/N?” He whispers.

“Yes?”

“You ready?”

“Whenever you are.”

Quickly following your response, Sam reaches his hands behind you to free you of your dress, pulling it over your head and tossing it to the floor. He unclasps your bra and hangs it off the headboard. You eagerly reach down to rid him of his clothing, with a little bit of help he’s kneeling completely uncovered over you. Sam takes his time planting heated kisses down your sternum, moving his hands to your hips as his lips trail to your center until they meet your aching bud. He presses a soft kiss to you before working his flat tongue over your clit, committing the feeling of you writhing beneath him to memory. He watches your movements through his dark lashes, every detail of the moment permanently etching itself into his mind. He removes his mouth from your mound, moving a hand from your hip to run two fingers through your folds. Sam presses his middle and ring finger teasingly against your entrance without giving you the pleasure of insertion.

“This okay?” He rubs the pads of his fingers against you, waiting for your response.

“Mhmm, now stop teasing me…” You snake a hand down to try and push his fingers into you, but you watch the muscles in his arm flex as he works against your desperate attempt for relief.

“Slow down, angel. If it’s really the last time, I’m gonna make it count. Make you remember me.”

“Do you think I’d ever forget you…?” You furrow your brows.

“I don’t know, you might. I feel like I don’t know anything when it comes to you anymore.” He removes his hand from your heat, sitting back on his calves.

“I’ll always remember you, Sammy.” You sit up on your elbows to keep eye contact. Of all times to have this conversation you weren’t expecting here or now.

“What if you don’t? What if you forget me while I’m gone and I never get my girl back?” His eyes grow with sadness as tears well up again.

“Have I forgotten you the other times?” You push yourself up entirely, crossing your legs and sitting in front of him, placing your hands on his knees.

“No…” He pauses for a second as you watch the thoughts cross his mind, a tear finding its way down his cheek. “But what if you figure yourself out and I’m not there?”

“Not where?” The intimacy in the room shifts to a different form, tears building up inside as you choke through your words.

“In the picture. What if figuring yourself out removes me from the picture?”

“Sammy, you’ll always be in the picture.” You squeeze his knees before hesitantly mumbling the next part. “You created the picture…”

“Created?”

“Sammy, everything we had… everything we wanted, I never wanted before you. I’m not sure there was ever a picture until you came along and painted one…”

“Was it a good picture?” He places his hands over yours.

“The most beautiful, and it still is. But sometimes we have to step away from the picture before it’s finished so we know how to approach it, make it look exactly how we want.”

“I want to fill a gallery for you. Paint every picture just how you imagine, down to the last detail.” He leans forward to plant a needy kiss on your lips, making any words you found quickly leave your mind.

You wrap your arms around his neck and slowly start to pull him on top of you, resuming what you had started, shifting the intimacy once again. As the kissing grows more heated, your legs find their way around his hips, pushing his length against your center once again. Sam buries his face in your neck, sucking on the skin below your ear as he rubs himself against you. The need for some sort of greater contact grows inside of you and with no words spoken other than sweet moans, Sam picks up on your natural cues. He brings his face to yours, meeting your lips with his as he slowly drags himself between your folds, teasing your aching clit with the head of his cock.

“Let me paint you one more time.” He whispers into your ear as he slides himself inside of you.

You can’t remember the last time you had Sam like this, the slight burn from him stretching you perfectly being a more emotionally painful reminder of the one you loved. Sam’s barely 3 inches in, but his pure width makes you hiss at the sensation. He pauses his movement, moving a hand to your cheek.

“You okay? Does it hurt?” He furrows his brows.

“A little, but I’ll be okay.”

“No, no, no, don’t wanna hurt you. Do you want lube?”

You nod yes as he sits up and places his hands on your knees, slowly removing himself leaving you empty. He reaches over into the nightstand on his side of the bed and shuffles around the top drawer.

“I have this strawberry flavored lube we got a little bit ago…” He presents it to you followed by giggles.

“Works for me, I just need you.”

“Okay, okay, sheesh.” Sam pops the cap off the bottle and you take it from his hands, pouring some onto his hardened length.

You take him into your hand as you work the lube down to the base of his cock until he’s fully covered in the sweet substance. You guide him back to your entrance and he pushes into you slowly, watching for any further signs of discomfort.

“Does that feel better?” He asks, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs as he slowly works himself further.

“Feels so good.” You moan, wrapping your hands around his wrists that are now planted on your hips.

Sam continues thrusting into you slowly, watching your eyes flutter each time he enters you fully. He brings a hand up to wipe the tears from your cheeks. You grab his wrist with your hand to hold him there, allowing the warmth from his hand to keep you grounded. He wraps his fingers around the side of your head, rubbing circles on your cheek with his thumb. You trace his knuckles with the pads of your fingers, taking in every minute detail of his hand. He releases his other hand from your hip and brings the pad of his thumb to your center, working tight, fast circles over your throbbing bud. You begin to tighten under his touch, so tender and sweet with each movement as he brings you closer to the edge.

“Sam, I-”

“I know, baby. It’s okay, me too.” He finally starts to pick up speed as both of your emotional releases come crashing down, tears swelling in his and your eyes.

His cock twitches as he empties every last drop of himself inside of you, painting your walls the perfect shade of white. His body falls defeatedly on you, forehead pressed against yours. After coming down from your highs, Sam removes his now soft member and rolls over next to you. He places gentle kisses along your face before meeting your lips once more.

“I missed you.” You run your fingers through the hair framing his face, looking into his big brown eyes. God those fucking eyes. The realization that you might never have someone who cares for and loves you so much hits you like a train. Your hand moves down to lay on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of each breath as it enters and exits his lungs.

“I missed you, too.” He mumbles, his eyes fluttering shut. “I hope that makes it into the gallery.”