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[lostinlovingrevery]

Skinny Dipping (18+ Only!)

Logan X F!Reader

Plot: You're bored, and you decided to go bug Logan on a hot day

A/N: I actually had this idea in my head FOREVER. This is the first time writing smut, so pls forgive for any inaccuracies. I actually had fun with it! but I feel I still need some work on describing a scene with so much movement happening. You could technically imagine any Logan, but I pictured the X! movies Logan. Comments/critiques welcome and appreciated!

Warnings: Friends-to-Lovers type style, Smut, Unprotected PiV, slight voyeurism, nudity, sex in a lake (watch out for STIs!), it's sorta dubious consent but readers been horny for him for awhile and very eagerly accepts it. Not proofread and I also wrote this in one go.

Word Count: 2996

It was an unusually hot spring day at Xavier's School for the Gifted. The air held a certain dryness that was usually felt in deep July, and the sun was annoyingly bright. It was Saturday, most of the students had gone home to be with their parents, and the ones that stayed here were taken on a field trip by the other professors to a local planetarium. You had some work to finish up, so you stayed behind in your study. It was just you, and Mr.No-Fun Wolverine, who didn’t go either because he didn’t feel like babysitting. 

You were tired of having sat in your study most of the morning. You were almost done with your work and figured you could finish it up in the evening or on Sunday. It was one of the most rare moments you ever had in school- time alone.

Except you weren’t planning to spend it alone.

You left behind your study, your work, to hunt down Logan. Something had crawled in your bones and urged you to go annoy the hell out of him. Your favorite activity. Despite it being a huge mansion, it wasn’t hard to find him- sitting in the living room, watching some old movie you’d probably seen before but couldn’t really care about to remember the name of. What you focused on was the swirl of smoke coming from his hand.  

“Y’know, you aren’t supposed to be smoking in here.” Your voice made him turn his head, giving you a side glance, just to acknowledge you. He purely grunted in response, turning his head back to the tv as he took another long- almost as if he was being obnoxious- puff of his cigar. You walked around the couch to face the front of him, and his eyes tracked you, as he took his time blowing the smoke past his lips, another obnoxious move to rub in your face that he just didn’t care. He leaned back on the couch, spreading his legs in some kind of display of dominance that didn’t really deter you from backing down. It merely just turned you on. 

“Ain’t no one here to complain bub.” He finally says, eyes leaving you and turning back to the tv. You weren’t going to take that though. You moved to step in front of the tv, blocking his view. You crossed your arms. 

“I’m here.” You challenged yourself. “It stinks Logan. Seriously.” 

“I’ll light a candle.” 

“That’ll just make it worse.” 

He shrugged, showing you he didn’t consider it his problem. “You’re blocking my light doll.” He mutters. You kept your spot, arms still crossed, and eyebrow quirked upwards as if questioning if he was going to do anything about it. He looked at you, and finally he gave in, leaning forward, he stubbed the cigar out on the ashtray that he likely had stashed in his room and brought out here, looking at you with his brow drawn together and his lips pursed together in displeasure. You actually could have cared less if he smoked, the stench of cigars had become a welcome smell- because that’s what he smelled like and it had grown comforting to you. Like you felt earlier- you just wanted to annoy him. You could never actually do that though, because he was too fond of you to ever actually be annoyed with you in any shape or form.

You and Logan were close. You were the only person who challenged him when he’d forget his manners and become rough around the edges. You’ve kept him in check since he’s come to the school. You also were the only person who’s truly taken the time to get to know him. You saw beneath the rough exterior, the raised hackles, and the bared fangs- something everyone else saw as aggression, you saw it as self-defense. You broke through his stone-like exterior, his foolhardy confidence, and his flirty way of pushing people away, and found a man who simply was lost in the world, lost in who he was. You found him to be intelligent, compassionate and has a great penchant for being a sweetheart if you just gave him time. To put it simply, you loved him to pieces, for the man he is. He, on the other hand, has been too damn stubborn to let himself experience any joy of being loved and cared for. You knew he felt the same though, you saw the way his eyes would lighten up when he saw you in the kitchen in the mornings, how he would relax when you’d join the X-men meetings and sit next to him, the gentle way he’d touch your shoulder or hand- as if afraid he was going to hurt you. Whatever it was you guys had going on between you, it was being completely unspoken and frankly you were growing impatient. At first, you believed that Logan simply needed time to adjust- then he would make a move. Now though, you think it’s you that needs to make the move. Logan has an incredible ability to be self-destructive and shut himself out from the world. Even if you see the yearning he has in his eyes in front of you right now, you’re not sure he’d ever do anything, purely for the sake that he believes you deserve better.

You know what you want though, and by God you’re going to get it. 

Logan, has met his match in someone equally as bull-headed as he is. 

“Thank you.” You say dropping your arms to your side, and moving away from the tv. You walked over to him, and grabbed his hand. “C’mon.”

“What?” 

“Let's go for a walk.” 

“It’s hot outside bub.” He pulled his arm back, making you groan dramatically. 

“I’ve been cooped up all morning. I wanna go take a hike by the lake.” You say grabbing his hand again, this time succeeding in pulling him off the couch. You knew you’d never be able to actually lift him- as heavy as he is- but he’d just hate to see you struggle. You smiled at him victoriously as he rolled his eyes and sighed just as dramatic as your groan. 

“Fine.” He mutters. He can say no to you once. Twice though? How could he when he’s looking straight into your pretty little eyes, looking so pleadingly at him. 

You did a little dance in victory, a small wiggle of your hips- his eyes couldn’t help catch sight of, as you held onto his hand and pulled him with you as you made your way to the front door, outside in the heat, and down the familiar path that you’ve walked with Logan plenty of times before- whenever either of you just needed to get out together, and talk, towards the lake somewhere on the estate of the school. 

Your walk had started out silent, side by side, your hands brushing against each other. If it wasn’t so hot, you’d actually be clinging to him- you’d hook your arm around his, you’d lean your side against him- he didn’t mind, he was tall and sturdy, and the weight of you pressed against him was grounding. Now though, even though you urged to be near him, the hot sun pushed a space between you. 

Half way on the walk, that’s when you started complaining. “Ugh, it’s WAY too hot for April.”

“Told ya.” he mutters. He glanced at you, and you were tugging on the hem of your neckline, pulling back and forth to allow some air, showing the cleavage of your breast, enough to make him get some dirty thoughts. Something something- licking the sweat off your skin… His eyes darted away from you. 

There was tension building between you both. Something that had been building a long time, you- you didn’t like leaving things unresolved. 

Reaching the lake, you both slowed your pace to enjoy the scenery and the nature around there. Logan wouldn’t admit it, but he enjoyed these walks with you. He enjoyed the ones that were filled with comfortable silence, and the ones where you both couldn’t stop talking, it was rare to get him into a conversation, but you had a way of drawing it out of him. You’d talk about everything from politics, religion, his history, your history, the universe, how bad Scott and Jean's cooking was.  

This walk would be no different, if it wasn’t for your complaining.

“I told you it was hot.” He states again, “But you wanted to go out.” 

“Well excuse me for wanting to stretch my legs, get some fresh air.” You say, glancing at the lake. It looked cool, refreshing. That’s when you get an idea. 

“There’s a whole mansion full of stuff to do-” He says as he keeps walking, He picks up that you stopped, no longer next to him anymore, “Bub?” He turned around, his face dropping as he watched you shed your last item of clothing, and began to run into the water. Once you were up to your knees, you dived in- creating a splash of water that sent waves rippling towards the shore where he stood. His eyes trailed over to where you left your clothes behind, and blood rushed straight down, stirring his cock. 

You popped your head up above the water, your location now deeper into the lake, having to kick your legs to keep you afloat, and you waved at him. He swallowed, as he pictured your naked form- having only gotten a glance of it before you disappeared into the water. His cock throbbed in the confines of his jeans. 

Fuck it

He thought to himself, as he moved to shed his own clothes. You had turned around, swimming small laps in circles, dipping your head underwater to refresh yourself, feeling the inner temperature of your body cooling off. You didn’t notice him taking his clothes off- you somehow didn’t hear him over your splashing as he quietly swam towards you. 

So when his arm came around your waist, turning you and pulling you against him, you shrieked at first. Only to gasp as your breasts came pressed against his chest, the feeling of his coarse hair stimulating your nipples that had become hard from the cold of the water. He barely gave you a chance to catch up to what was happening as his lips crashed down onto yours, making you moan as your arms wrapped around his shoulders. You relaxed your legs from kicking, able to rely on Logan who’s already so freakishly tall, was still standing as the water lapped at his shoulders. You marveled at the feeling of his muscled body against yours, his strong arms wrapped around you, god you spent forever imaging him like this.

He nipped at your lips, moving down into your jaw, sucking and biting at the skin there, while his hands ran up and down over your body. One hand pressed to your lower back, the other ran up your thigh, warming your skin that had grown cold from the water temperature, he pressed the hand under your thigh, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his hips- which you eagerly obliged. He groaned,

“You’re gonna be the death of me, bub-” He muttered as he pressed kisses down your neck, “Being a fucking tease like that. You were planning this the entire time weren’t you?”

You couldn’t help but giggle, not responding to his question, as his beard delightfully scratched at the skin of your collarbone. You brought your hands up into his hair, running it through the wet strands and scratching at his scalp gently- making him moan in response. You tipped your head back and raised your hips, softly grinding against his lower abdomen, really also urging him to put his lips on your chest. His mouth sucked and licked the skin of your breast, his hand coming up to fondle and squeeze the nipple of the other, as he twirled his tongue over one, making you moan- a warm, syrupy honey feeling sat in the bottom of your stomach- but it wasn’t enough. 

“Logan-” You whined, your hands tightening through his hair. 

“I know, I got you baby.” He murmured against your skin, right over the place where your heart is located. Adjusting the both of you, he brought his lips back to yours, pressing a few small pecks against them, as he ran his throbbing member between your folds, making you gasp at the sheer size of him. 

“Fuck, you’re big.” You whimpered into his lips, shutting your eyes tight, you could feel him smile against your cheek. 

“You can take it.” He purred soothingly into your ear.

The resistance of the water against your bodies forced you both to be slow. As fast as Logan wanted to fuck into you, he was forced to take his time, as he wrapped an arm around your waist, using his other hand to lead his tip into your entrance. The water provided a natural lubricant for you, although you wouldn’t have needed it, even before now, Logan just had this amazing ability to soak your panties through, unlike anyone else. 

You felt him enter, and gasped, practically a squeal as he pushed into you- music to his ears.

“That’s right-” He moaned. “Make all the pretty sounds you want gorgeous, I got you.” as he pushed deeper inside you, a small thrust of his hips, and he was down to the hilt inside you. Your cunt was tight around him, almost molding around his length, making him grunt as he had to take a moment to not bust inside you right then.

“Oh god-” You gasped, pressed your forehead against his. His nose bumping clumsily against yours, as you felt his own breath began to pick up. His hands moved down to your hips, he dug his fingers into your plush skin, attempting to get as much leverage as he could, before he lifted you up in the water,

It felt like slow motion, the way the lake pushed at you both, as if it was reminding you to slow down, and savor the moment between you. His hands pushed down on your hips, his movements fighting at the water, as he brought you back down onto him again. He continued those movements, angling his hips forward under the water, digging his feet into the sandy ground he stood on. Once he found a steady pace, an angle that sent you squealing, wrapping your thighs tight against his hips, your hands digging almost painfully into your scalp, he kept going. 

“Been wanting to do this for fucking ever baby-” He grunted. 

“Lo-” You whimpered. Every thrust hit that sweet spot inside of you. He glided easily in and out, his hips bouncing against yours, but you wanted him deeper. You spread your legs- your thighs open farther, the water allowing you to easily loosen your limbs and float, his grip on you keeping you close. You gripped onto his shoulders, tipping your head back. Your upper half of your body came out of the water with each thrust, and Logan watched- hypnotized by how your wet tits bounced, and he felt heat pooling inside him. You were so fucking perfect. Everything about you, your face, your lips, your tits and ass. Your personality, your heart. “Lo please-!” You gasped.

“Fuck-” He grunted, bringing a hand to your throbbing clit, as he begin to rub tight circles against it, sending your hips squirming against his. “That’s it, take it all-” He moaned. “Feel good darling?”

You nodded desperately, finally getting that stimulation you needed, as you quickly brought your body back to him, desperate to feel him everywhere as you began to rise to your peak. “Don’t stop, please don’t-” You begged, as you placed open mouth kisses on his lips that he returned. 

“Cmon, cum for me-” He grunted. His thighs were shaking, and he was unsure he’d be able to hold out much longer. He wanted you to cum first, he needed you to cum first. He wanted to see you come undone by him, to feel your cunt pulse and squeeze him so tightly he couldn’t pull out if he tried. “Fuck, fuck, I love you-” He practically whined into your mouth. 

That was exactly what you needed, as you felt your explosive finish finally reach your peak. You screamed his name as your legs wrapped around him, and you buried your face into his neck, moaning and crying as waves of hot ecstasy ran through your body. You cupped his face with one hand.

“I love- I love you too-” You managed to gasp, looking up at him in his eyes. It filled you with a certain pride, as you watched Logan's face become undone, as he thrusted up into you, you could feel his cock throb, and his cum coating your walls inside, making you feel full, and warm. He practically whimpered, carefully pulling out, as he held onto you, his head resting against your shoulder. 

“Fuck, sorry.” He muttered,

“It’s alright, I really don’t mind.” You hum amused. You would have told him to finish inside anyway. 

He sighed, looking up at you. His eyes were filled with adoration as he looked over your face. You smiled, cupping his jaw, leaning forward to give him a sweet kiss, that he happily returned. 

“Feel better?” He asked, a cheeky grin on his face. You rolled your eyes.”You got out, got some air, stretched your legs.”

“Shut up!” You playfully hit his shoulder, pretending to pull away from him, but he didn’t let you go, pulling you back into his arms as he wrapped them around you protectively. 

“Uh uh, you ain’t going anywhere bub.” He purred. “Now that I got you, I ain’t letting you go.”

“It’s about time…” You smiled, muttering against his lips, but he only smiled. You were wrong, Logan did end up making the first move. Turns out, you just needed to keep being a pain in his ass. 

[jmflowers]

Swarla Kisses Rated [x]

1. "Don't get dressed." (22nd November 2024)

The loud noise that occurred at the moment this kiss aired was the sound of an entire population's proverbial panties dropping. Has there ever been a hotter line spoken? This is the power-necking the soap community taught us about. Swarla started off SO strong it's frankly terrifying. 14/10 Carla knew what she wanted.

2. "Have you?" (29th November 2024)

When the most confident dyke on the cobbles asks you if you've changed your mind about your feelings for her, you are required by law to stubbornly keep your hand on your hip. Even if she pushes your hair back from your face as delicately as humanly possible??? If Lisa Swain ever looked at me like that I would burst into flames. 11/10

3. "Is that better?" (16th December 2024)

We reached the domesticity era of their love in 0.2 seconds flat and I for one am not upset about it. The way Carla nuzzles in? The tilt of Lisa's head? The repetition? I was not expecting more kisses so soon in their story. The only way this could've gotten better is if they'd eaten each other's faces after this had been a clearer angle. 7/10 Carla Connor saying, “I want you.” plays on loop in my head at all times.

4. "Mmm... truffley." (20th December 2024)

The prolonged eye contact???? The dazed look on Lisa's face immediately after?? The fucking giggles???? The sheer power Carla Connor has and wields for good (ie. my own entertainment). Coronation Street said y'all deserve this. 10/10 Carla can hand feed me any day of the week.

5. "See you later." (20th December 2024)

Have you ever seen anyone look so peaceful about a decision before? Carla Connor said, "Today's the day I kiss my girlfriend in the street." I know y'all were waiting for that Live Sally Reaction and it did not disappoint. I hope they kiss each other goodbye constantly forever. 6/10 The way she analyzed Lisa's entire face before leaning forward made me scream both internally and externally.

6. New Year's Countdown (31st December 2024)

If you thought I wouldn't lose my mind over the image of them off in a corner of the pub in their own little world, you were wrong. I need to know if this was a scripting choice, an acting choice, or an editing choice for reasons. I'm never going to get sick of the way Lisa pulls Carla closer by the shoulders (almost) every time they kiss. Lisa closing her eyes like that makes my heart stop beating. 8/10

7. "Ooh, your lip!" (31st December 2024)

You ever just get aggressively snogged by a woman who's falling in love with you (while your lip is busted open from fighting bad guys)? Superheroes really don't get days off but they do get the girl. I miss the power-necking (literally a month ago?!?), but this was still so cute. 9/10 for the sheer fact that Carla needed a New Year's like this considering she dies like 12 hours later.

8. "Won't take that long." (31st December 2024)

Carla Connor isn't the only one who nearly fainted shortly after this kiss. Lisa said let me flutter my drunk eyelashes at you. The way Carla opened her mouth?? The breathy, "You want to go to bed?" from Lisa??? The fucking forehead lean???? I am too goddamn gay for this to be on my screen. How did we get a month into this relationship and already reach 8 kiss scenes? 10/10 thanks Coronation Street for the gay rights.

9. "Please don't leave me here." (1st January 2025)

The fact that Lisa could walk away from Carla in this moment is frankly mind-blowing; her face is the same colour as Betsy's shirt. Lisa, woman, OPEN YOUR DAMN EYES. Someone said Carla looks like she died 3 hours ago and they're not wrong. 3/10 because I'm a sucker for the domestic nature of this but also I want to punch everyone in the face for not protecting our sick baby. Gold star for the Corrie makeup department and their highlighter collection.

10. "Are we okay?" (8th January 2025)

Lisa Swain's affectionate eye roll immediately after Bobby interrupted them is like 1/1000th of how we all really felt. She lingered on this kiss for so long. The hand coming up to cup Carla's head? The forehead lean again? Carla's little smile when she realized what was about to happen? Give these ladies a room that isn't in hospital or full of their children. 9/10 we're watching f/f hurt/comfort fanfiction live on ITV.

11. Comforting Hand (9th January 2025)

We're deep in the trenches of this hurt/comfort storyline now, kids. I hope Lisa plans on sitting vigil at Carla's bedside for the rest of their damn lives (yes I'm wearing my clown makeup while I watch this soap). 4/10 because my self-deprecating baby pulled away from the love and support she deserves.

[sinnabarmoth]

Tribute for the Dragon (18/18)

(A/N: Just a quick thanks for all the love you guys have shown this fic! Means a lot! Love ya!)

Pairing: Dragon|Sylus x Fem|Reader

Summary: A happily ever after with your dragon.

Content Warnings: Adult language. Child birth.

Length: 2k

Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17)

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The flight back to your kingdom was long and Sylus did not stop until you across the border. At that point you had told him to land near a stream. He didn’t question why, just dropped down as soon as he spotted some water.

“Are you alright?” he asked for the tenth time. “Do you need a rest? Something to drink? Eat?”

“No. I am fine.” you looked at him now, still covered head to toe in copious amounts of blood. It soaked into his hair and his skin. Every inch of him was died the same crimson as his eyes. “But you need to clean that off.”

Sylus looked down at himself and nodded. You gestured to the stream and he started washing the blood away. You tore off a piece of your skirt hem and dunked it into the water and wiped at his face.

You remembered being sat in the room underground when you heard the bells and alarms ringing. You had know immediately it was Sylus. The unending screams of pain and fear only confirmed it. Then that fucking general had come in to try and take you away, to try and threaten Sylus into letting him live, but his efforts were in vain. They had all died. Sylus ripped every last one of them to shreds just to get back to you.

You had been surprised for a moment when instead of the Sylus you knew a full dragon had busted in through the door. But you knew it was your dragon the second you saw him. He was large, black and red scaled armor with silver horns and spines down his back. His eyes were the same kind of molten red you had seen from Tengya on the beach, as if instead of eyes two pools of magma churned in his pupils. And all that you could think of was how happy you were to see him.

He was back to his normal form now, albeit completely naked, but that hardly mattered. Soon you would be home and all of this would be nothing but a horrible nightmare. You couldn’t wait that long to get this blood off though. So you helped him clean, wiping whatever blood you could off of him. Scooping water into your hands and scrubbing it out of his hair until it was silver again.

He reclined against you, staring up at your face. “I am so sorry.” he said. “I should never have left. They never should have been able to take you. This was all my fault.”

“No. It was not your fault, Sylus.”

“I left you. I left you all alone. I should have taken you to the village at the very least. I was insane to leave you by yourself.”

“Sylus--”

“What if they had hurt you worse than they did? What if they had done something to our child? I would never forgive myself. If…if the worse had happened…” tears cut rivers down his cheeks, “I don’t even want to think about it.”

“Then don’t.” you hugged him. “I am safe. Our baby is safe. What is done is done. We cannot change it. But you ensured that no one would ever come to harm us again and that is good enough for me.”

“I love you. I do.” he turned to face you fully, “I love you more than anything and I swear this will never happen again. I will defend you, body and soul with everything that I am.”

“Sylus…”

“You, the family we are growing, is my entire life. I love you both so much and I do not know what forces in the world allowed me to have you but I will thank them every day.” he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you too. I will love you forever and no matter what happens, I will always be here by your side. No force from the heavens, hells or this material world will take me from you. I promise.” You brought him close, kissing him tenderly. “I love you, Sylus. I will always love you.”

You sat there by the stream, half covered in blood and crying as you held one another. You were safe. You were together. That was all that mattered.

~~~

Sylus was anxious. He didn’t get anxious a lot but he was anxious as he stood pacing back and forth outside the room you were giving birth in. The women helping you had insisted it wasn’t a place for the men to enter and Sylus wanted to be respectful but with every pained cry that came from you on the other side of the door his agitation grew.

“You’re going to drive a rut into the floor.” your father warned him. “She’s in good hands. She and the baby will be fine.”

“I should be in there.” Sylus snapped. “Why can I not be?”

“Well, for one, your tail hasn’t stopped swishing like an angry cat’s. You’d probably hit someone or knock something over.” he explained, “But it is just how things are done. The women handle the birth, we cut the umbilical cord after they’re out.”

Every instinct in Sylus was telling him to get in the room. He needed to protect you. Protect you from what, he had no idea. But he felt so helpless and useless out here!

There was another loud cry from inside and Sylus snapped to the door. That was it! He wasn’t staying out here!

He opened the door to find you knelt on the floor. You looked up and smiled in relief, holding a hand out for him. “Sylus,”

He knelt next to you, “Right here. I’m right here.”

“He shouldn’t be--” one of the women tried to say.

“No! Don’t leave!” you squeezed his hand, “Please don’t leave!”

“I won’t. I’m not going anywhere.” Sylus shot a glare at the others, daring them to try and remove him. The others shrugged and went back to what they were doing.

“It hurts.” you muttered through clenched teeth. “It really fucking hurts!”

“I know. I know it does, little bird.” he wiped the sweat from your brow. “But it’ll be worth it. We’ll have our little one soon, you just have to endure it for a little longer.”

“Can’t believe I let you do this to me!” you snapped. “I hope you never have another rut!” He figured you were talking out of pain and didn’t mean what you were saying.

One of the women got behind you. “Alright, you’re ready. Time to start pushing. Deep breath, your body knows what to do. Gravity is gonna help us get this baby out quick.”

After several long tense minutes of you holding onto him for dear life, screaming and whimpering in pain as you pushed, the baby was out. A different kind of scream filled the air as your child took its first breath.

“You have a daughter.” the woman holding the baby said. “A perfectly healthy baby girl.”

Sylus cut the umbilical cord with his claw and let them wipe the baby off a bit before settling her in your arms. “She’s beautiful.” you were crying. The moment the baby’s head rested on your chest her cries stilled into little whimpers.

“Most gorgeous things I’ve ever seen.” Sylus couldn’t believe what he was looking at. This tiny thing was yours? They looked so normal, so human. “Hello, my heart,” he said. He receded the claws on his hands so he could hold her. “If you aren’t the most perfect thing in this world I do not want to know what could be better.”

“She is so little…” you cooed. “And she looks so human.”

“I told you she would. But make no mistake, this is a strong and fearsome dragon. That reminds me,” Sylus pulled a small jar out of his pocket. Inside was a small portion of the salve he had gotten from Tengya. He spread a small patch on the baby’s chest.

Once you had enough time alone, just Sylus, you, and the baby you began to let in the others.

“There’s my grandchild.” your father walked in. He came over and kissed your forehead. “You did so well, sweet pea.”

“Thanks papa.” you smiled. “Isn’t she the most precious thing?”

“That she is. So, did you two have a name picked out?” he asked.

“Selene.” you said. Your baby opened her eyes for the first time and you got a shock of brilliant red eyes, just like her father. You smiled, kissing her downy head. “Our little moon flower.”

~~~

As the years passed your family grew. You had two beautiful little girls and a third on the way. You were sitting at the mouth of the cave watching as Sylus was teaching Selene how to fly. Her wings had grown in fully and ever since there was not a moment she was on the ground. Your younger was sitting with you stewing in jealousy that she couldn’t go flying with them.

“Mama!” Ruby whined, “I want to go flying too! When will my wings grow in?”

“It will happen soon enough.” you assured her, “Besides, growing wings isn’t great. It’s really itchy and your back gets all scabby. Kinda like your horns did when they started growing, remember that? Don’t be in such a hurry.”

She crossed her arms and continued to pout until Sylus and Selene touched back down. “Did you see me mama!” Selene came running up to you. “I was flying all by myself!”

“I know! You did so well, sweetie!” you hugged her. “You’re getting to be real good.”

“She’s a natural.” Sylus came up and ruffled her hair. “Soon enough you’ll be flying circles around me.”

“Daddy!” your younger one yelled at him, “I want to fly too!”

“Ruby,” you warned, “Don’t yell. Ask nicely next time you want to go flying.”

Her frown deepened. “Mama’s a meanie!”

“I’m not being mean--”

“Meanie!”

“Hey,” Sylus snapped at her. “That’s not very nice to say. Your mama is just trying to teach you to be polite and now you’ve gone and hurt her feelings.”

“But--”

“No buts. Apologize to your mama and maybe I’ll take you out for a flight.” Sylus turned her around and pushed her towards you.

“I’m sorry mama.” she said, staring down at the ground. “Can I go flying now?”

“I forgive you, sweetie. But dinner should be finished cooking soon so maybe after you eat.”

“Oh, I think we have time for a quick flight around the mountain.” Sylus picked her up and put her on his shoulders.

“Sylus--”

Before you could object he jumped off the side of the mountain and flew up high, your daughter roaring with joyous laughter the entire time. You looked over at Selene who watched them with burning jealousy. You sighed. “Go on. Make sure your father and sister don’t stay out too long. Dinner will be ready in ten minutes.”

“Will do mama!” Selene beamed and flew to join the others, albeit it a little slower and more awkwardly. She was getting there though.

You pulled yourself out of your chair and wandered back to the kitchen to check on the food. It was hard to believe it some days. Waking up with Sylus next to you, the girls running in to see you the moment they woke up.

It was hard to get alone time with those two tornadoes running around but there were days you sent them down to the village to stay with your father or their Auntie Tara. They were so full of life and joy. You couldn’t wait to have another even if you knew three of these little monsters was going to be exhausting.

Much like Sylus had said when you were pregnant with Selene, the girls were born looking exactly like humans but as they got older more dragon like features started to grow. Selene had horns and wings and her father’s bright red eyes, but so far no claws. Ruby though almost immediately started sprouting a tail which Selene didn’t have and was starting to grow in her horns. She wouldn’t have to worry about wings for about two more years, if she grew them at all.

You traced a hand over your stomach. You wondered what this one would be like. Maybe it’d be a boy this time.

A few minutes later Sylus and the girls came running back in, their faces windstung and bright. The girls immediately went to setting the table and Sylus walked over to you, hugging you from behind. “Smells good.” he said.

“Thanks. I decided to try this new recipe Tara gave me.” you gave the pot another stir.

“Wasn’t talking about the food.” he whispered before pulling your face towards his for a kiss.

“Ew! Daddy! Stop that!” Selene said. “You’re being gross!”

“I’m showing your mother how much I love her. What’s gross about that?” he shot back. “You two go clean up before you start eating.”

The girls ran out of the room leaving you alone. “Very subtle.” you elbowed him lightly. “I’m already pregnant, you can’t put another kid in me yet.”

“I know. But it is never a waste to practice.” his hands ran over the bump in your belly. “Just six more of these to go.”

“One more!” you elbowed him harder this time. “I have told you a hundred times I’m not popping out nine kids.”

“I can’t help it.” he spun you around, “You know how dragons like to hoard treasure.”

“Our kids are treasure now?”

He smiled softly, holding you close. “Of course. The most precious in the world, right next to you.”

[justwinginglife]

Mistaken

My only warning is suggestive language. Guys. You have no idea how many times I had to remind myself I was writing fluff and not smut. I'm sure you can tell where I kept trying to veer into smut land haha. Dedicated to @94biscuits, more Gojo fics to come, maybe smut in those lmao.

Satoru was over again.

He let himself in like he always did. Came over and hugged you. Nuzzled against your neck. Pinched your sides. You pinched his cheeks in return. 

“Rascal,” You laughed.

“Just missed you.” He grinned.

You shook your head, half amused. Satoru said that same line every time he came over, but you knew he was only here for your brother. “Suguru’s in his room. Go on up, I’ll bring snacks in a bit.” 

The first time that Satoru Gojo had shown up at your door, he nearly made you fall in love with him. It was a classic Satoru Gojo move: flash that cocky grin of his, show off those shimmering eyes, and then, like a true gentleman, catch you when you inevitably swooned. You might’ve been under his spell forever if Suguru hadn’t interrupted the moment by smacking him on the forehead, saying, “Don’t go pulling that shit on my kid sister, stupid; she’s off limits.”

At the time, you had wanted to murder Suguru for taking away the opportunity to introduce yourself as someone worthwhile. Here was a boy who was strong, who was charming, who was devastatingly gorgeous, who would now be frequenting your doorstep, and you could’ve been anything you wanted to him. You could’ve been the enticing girl next door. You could’ve been the person he ran to when he couldn’t entrust his secrets to Suguru, when he couldn’t entrust them to anyone. Hell, you could’ve seduced him if you’d had the time. But instead, your stupid, older brother had swooped in and saddled you with the title of “kid sister” as well as deeming you “off limits,” and you swore Satoru never looked at you the same again. If he had been thinking of making a move, Suguru had tossed out the game board. Now, at best, you were a third wheel. 

Eventually, you got used to it. Got used to dashing up the stairs to scrounge up a pair of socks and shoes, only to discover once you’d reached the foyer that they’d already left without you- gone off to buy ice cream at the convenience store, or race each other down train tracks, or shoot hoops at the basketball court. Got used to doors closing in your face, to hushed whispers and hushed laughter, like you were always on the outside of the world’s biggest secret. Got used to being what you were: the baby sister. 

You and Suguru had always been close; it didn’t matter that you were younger than him. But now that he’d met Satoru, the only person who was closer to him than you were, you’d started to feel just how significant the weight of your age gap was. Of course he wanted to run off with Satoru; they could understand each other better than you ever could. It didn’t matter how many times you chased after them, how many times you begged, how many times you whined, you’d never be a part of their “dynamic duo.” So you stopped trying.

You settled for simple greetings between you and Satoru as you passed by each other in the living room. You settled for sharing the dinner table together for a mere moment, making small talk until they disappeared into Suguru’s room together again. You settled for the little bits of them you got to see here and there. And you settled for entertaining yourself. Going to the mall alone. Reading in your room alone. Riding your bike alone. 

Ironically, that was when they started paying more attention to you. Started sharing their inside jokes. Started including you in movie nights. Started sandwiching you in between them when they went on walks, with both their arms slung around you as they laughed and talked. 

It wasn’t like you never third wheeled again - in fact, you chewed both their heads off when you went to a concert together and they ran off to the mosh pits, leaving you to sulk in the nosebleed section- but you had to admit that you were happy to at least be remembered. 

You were sure it was because your big brother had finally taken pity on you. Maybe he’d finally remembered who’d held his hand when he got his wisdom teeth pulled, or who used to watch horror movies with him even if she was on the verge of tears, or who’d skip rocks with him by the lake.

You never would've guessed that it was Satoru’s idea to include you.

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“Suguru’s in his room. Go on up, I’ll bring snacks in a bit.”

Satoru watched you retreat into the kitchen, admiring your figure as you walked. Or, at least, he admired it for as long as he could before Suguru caught him lurking and smacked him on the back of the head. 

“Quit looking at her like she’s dinner, dumbass.”

Satoru chuckled shamelessly. “Can’t help that your sister’s hot.”

“Up. The. Stairs. Now.” Suguru yanked him by the collar and lugged him to his room. 

As much as Satoru liked to push Suguru’s buttons and joke about how attracted he was to you, he knew there was more to how he felt than simple attraction. Of course, your looks certainly helped. The day he’d met you, he’d been so stunned by your beauty that he thought his heart might stop. And when he couldn’t think up the proper words to say, his reflexes kicked in and he hit on you like a total douchebag. He hadn’t meant to wink at you, take you in his arms, and spew some stupid line that he’d used a million times on a million different girls. He’d simply meant to say hi. Introduce himself. Maybe get your number if he was lucky. Maybe get your ring size. But he was getting ahead of himself, he knew he was. And when Suguru swooped in to snuff out the moment, for a minute, he was even relieved. Suguru had saved him from being himself. 

Satoru had regretted how he’d handled meeting you, and he regretted how he handled everything after that. He hated seeing the hurt on your face when Suguru would shut the door in your face when you’d ask to join them, and he hated that he was the reason for it. He hated that it was because he was so ridiculously enamored with you that he had to sit behind closed doors and listen to Suguru scold him endlessly. He hated that his intentions were so clear on his face that when you proposed getting ice cream at a local convenience store and he’d immediately imagine spoon feeding you, Suguru had to drag him out of your line of sight shortly afterwards. He hated that he’d get so worked up over the scent of your perfume or your shampoo when he’d enter your house, imagining your wet hair in the shower, or your wet body, so much so that he had to run laps or shoot hopes with Suguru until he was so exhausted that all he could manage was a simple “Hey” when he inevitably saw you again, rather than do what he’d been craving to do. Rather than press you up against the wall and let your perfume soak into his pores as he devoured you whole. 

It wasn’t until you started to seem lonely that he got his shit together.

He’d notice you wouldn’t walk home with them after school anymore; instead you’d make your way to the library first so you could bring books home and have something to do when they abandoned you yet again. When they went out for walks, you’d go out for bike rides. In the opposite direction. When they’d decide to stay in, you’d decide to go out. One day, he faked sick, bailing on Suguru before taking off after you. When he found you wandering aimlessly at the mall, attempting to entertain yourself, he made the decision that he’d never leave you alone again. He’d bury these feelings. You’d simply be the girl next door. And then he could stay by your side without tripping over his own dick and ruining everything. 

So Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer alive, the boy who never wanted for anything, did something he never thought he’d do in his entire lifetime: he begged. After Suguru listened to his pleading and whining for the better portion of an hour (and after Satoru appealed to his sense of humanity as an older brother who, of course, could never be happy upon discovering his sister's loneliness), he finally caved. He agreed to allow Satoru near you. Of course, he set condition upon condition upon condition until Satoru had started to feel like maybe he’d made a deal with the devil, but it was all worth it to see your smile when he finally got to pat the seat beside him on the couch and invite you to watch a movie with them. His heart still pounded like drums with you beside him, but he figured eventually it would dull to a steady, even beat.

He was wrong. 

Now that you were spending so much time together, now you had your nicknames (he’d argue they might even be pet names), now you had your inside jokes, now you had your personal ways to greet each other. Now he had his arm around your shoulders as he walked you to school. Now you had your arms around his waist as you welcomed him home. Now he had your favorite songs stuck in his head, your favorite movie quotes memorized, your favorite foods on standby. Now he was coming over every day instead of every week. Now he was in love. 

So when you finally brought a tray of snacks up to Suguru’s room for them to share, casually wondering aloud when the two of them were going to finally get together as you slid the tray over to them, he almost choked on his own lungs. 

WHAT???

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There was no easy way to let yourself down. 

But after so many attempts at purposely flirting with Satoru, just to see if he’d react the way you wanted him to, just to see if he felt what you felt whenever you were in a room together, when he started tensing up after your attempts, when he started perspiring, when he started looking elsewhere (really, anywhere but at you) you’d started to wonder if maybe he was gay.

Maybe you’d mistaken his charisma for flirting. Maybe you’d mistaken friendly banter for chemistry. Maybe you’d mistaken fondness for feelings. Maybe he was just here for your brother after all.

So you thought you might help them along.

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Suguru laughed and he laughed and he laughed.

Even after you’d left the house, Satoru was sure you could still hear Suguru’s laughter from miles away. On another day, at another time, Suguru might’ve been disgusted, might’ve been offended. Might’ve crinkled his nose, maybe even gawked at you, “You think I’d wanna be with him? Of all people?” But today, as he watched Satoru sink into the depths of despair beneath his covers, he couldn’t help but howl with laughter. 

You thought Satoru was gay. Suguru had never heard anything more hilarious in his entire life. At the very least, Satoru was bisexual. The way he got love drunk and acted stupid every time you were near him was proof enough of that. If you’d known the amount of times Suguru had had to dump a cold bucket of water on him or slap him silly or lock him in a closet until he got ahold of himself, you’d know Satoru wasn’t gay. You’d know he was in love with you. Fanatically and foolishly in love with you.

But you didn’t know. You knew absolutely nothing about it. And so Suguru laughed and Satoru whined.

“Maybe she’d peg you.” Suguru snorted, elbowing him in the ribs. 

“Asshole.” He grumbled, shoving him away. 

“Exactly- right in the asshole.” Suguru snickered.

Satoru chucked the pillow at his face. But any anger he’d felt quickly dissipated as he recounted your earlier words yet again. How could you think he was here for Suguru when he was clearly here for you? How could you miss the way he rocketed out of his seat the second the bell rang, just so he could walk home with you? How could you miss the way he feigned stretching so he could inch closer to you on the couch? How could you miss the way he always froze, even just for a millisecond, when you purred his name? How could you have gotten everything so terribly, terribly wrong? And how was he supposed to fix it? He sighed and flopped back onto the bed miserably.

"C'mon- quit looking so depressed." Suguru attempted to tug him up.

Satoru only buried his face deeper into the pillows.

"You're starting to make me feel bad for you."

Satoru peeked at him from under the blanket. "Bad enough that you'd finally let me ask her out?"

"NO."

He whined and pulled the covers back over his head.

Then the front door opened and he sat up straight. Apparently, he’d moped so long that you were back home again. And now that you were home, this time, he’d do something. This time, he wouldn't stay stunned in silence. This time, he'd make you understand.

His eyes drifted over to the half eaten tray of snacks (he’d only had the heart to munch on half of them while he moped and Suguru was too busy teasing him to care about the food). An idea formed in his mind, and he snatched the tray up, making his way to the kitchen where you’d started unloading groceries. 

“Turn.” He commanded.

Raising your eyebrow, you obeyed, setting down your bags before facing him.

“Open.”

You stared at him quizzically for a moment, before finally shrugging and opening your mouth. 

He popped a cube of cheese in your mouth. 

You chewed, eyeing him curiously, but he’d chosen your favorite thing on the tray so you didn’t complain. 

“Open.”

He popped a strawberry into your mouth this time. 

“Are you just-” You chewed a couple more times, “Gonna keep feeding me?” You laughed as he popped a gummy into your mouth in response.

While he was acting strange, it wasn’t so different from his usual shenanigans so you paid no mind to it, allowing him to continue feeding you. You’d just thought that he hadn’t wanted the snacks you prepared to go to waste. Little did you know, he had an ulterior motive.

After stuffing your mouth full with a large marshmallow, he finally said, “So, get this- the girl I’m into thinks I’m gay.”

Your eyes widened and you nearly choked. You opened your mouth to speak but he’d stuffed you well because your cheeks were still bursting at the seams. You had to chew more aggressively to even have a chance at speaking, but he’d already continued rambling.

“She thinks I’m, like, in love with her brother or something. She really needs to get a clue.”

You finally swallowed the marshmallow only for him to capture your chin in between two fingers, gently coaxing your mouth open enough to pop a chocolate in next. You glared at him as you began to chew again.

He wanted to laugh. You looked like the cutest, angriest, little chipmunk. And he loved you so much. His fingers traveled up your jaw, caressing tenderly. “She has no idea I’ve only been visiting so much to see her. How do you think I should tell her I’m in love with her?” He asked sincerely, his eyes searching yours.

You swallowed and you swore you felt your heartbeat in your throat. 

Then, smirking, he leaned over and licked your lips. “Mm. Chocolate. My favorite.”

Your cheeks burned bright and your breath stuttered in your throat. “T-T-Toru!”

“If I was gay, I wouldn’t do that, would I?”

You shook your head quickly.

“How about this, would I do this?” He kissed your auburn cheeks. 

You let out a sigh that was almost like a whine. 

“And this? If I didn’t love you, would I do this?” His thumb brushed over your bottom lip and his nose nuzzled against yours. Before you could think about the warmth of his breath ghosting on your lips, he kissed you. Gently at first. Then, his hands found the small of your back, pulling you towards him until your hips knocked against each other. In a flash, his desire was searing itself deep into your lips. He groaned into the kiss and you thought he might just take you now, on the kitchen counter. 

And then he pulled away, panting. 

Confused, your brows furrowed. You reached for him and he stopped you.

“I said I loved you, didn’t I? So I won’t do anything until you’re ready. Much as I’d like to. That’s what loving you means to me. That’s what you mean to me. So tell me, do you love me?” Hope and fear warred in his eyes as he awaited your response. 

You pinched his cheeks and he let out a surprised scoff. “You really have to ask? If I didn’t love you, would I return this?” You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

He smiled as he accepted your kiss.

“Now, the real question is-" You pulled away, "Just how much do you love me?”

He scoffed again, straightening confidently. “Are you doubting me? I love you more than anything.” 

“Oh, good. So you’re willing to convince my brother then?” You turned him around to face a fuming Suguru in the doorway.

“Fuck.”

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[antinousletmehit]

Apollo and his lover got into an argument which he regrets deeply but reader is very mad at him and won't forgive him easily.The whole Olympus tries to get them together because they're fed up with Apollo's sad love poets and songs.

୨୧┇Apollo x reader

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The great halls of Olympus were rarely silent. Gods bickered, muses sang, and the sound of nectar filled goblets clinking together echoed endlessly. But this particular week had been… different. It wasn’t the usual chorus of divine rivalry that filled the air. Instead, a melancholic voice, rich and golden, reverberated through the celestial mount, dragging everyone down with its relentless woe.

Apollo was heartbroken.

He sat on the steps of his golden temple, his lyre in hand, his head bowed as he sang yet another mournful ballad about his lover. She had refused to speak to him after a bitter argument, one involving—according to Hermes, who’d gleefully eavesdropped—a misunderstanding about Apollo’s ego and her need for space.

“I burn brighter than the sun itself,

But her light I cannot see.

Oh, cruel fates, to steal her love,

And leave her silence haunting me…”

“By the Styx, someone make him stop!” Hera groaned, massaging her temples as Apollo’s lament drifted into the great hall. “He’s been singing that same verse for three days straight.”

“And it’s getting worse,” Ares grumbled, leaning against his spear. “I’m this close to starting a war just to drown him out.”

Hestia, ever the voice of reason, frowned. “We can’t let him continue like this. He’s hurting.”

“And we’re suffering,” Poseidon interrupted, shaking his trident for emphasis. “Even my sea nymphs are complaining about hearing his sobs through the waves. My ocean, for gods’ sake.”

“Alright, everyone,” Athena said, standing up and raising a hand to silence the growing complaints. “Apollo’s our brother. He needs help. Instead of whining, let’s figure out how to fix this.”

“Fix it?” Hermes snorted, lounging on the armrest of her throne. “Good luck. The only thing that will shut him up is making up with his lover, and she won’t even look at him.”

Zeus, seated at the head of the hall, finally spoke. “Then we’ll have to make her listen.”

All eyes turned to him, surprise flickering across their faces. It wasn’t often that the King of the Gods intervened in romantic squabbles, but it was clear that even Zeus couldn’t endure another hour of Apollo’s sob songs.

“Who agrees?” Zeus asked, raising a commanding brow. One by one, every god and goddess in the room nodded. For once in their immortal lives, Olympus was united.

———-

The plan was set into motion that very evening. Each god took on a task, pooling their talents to create an elaborate display of apology that Apollo could deliver to his lover.

Aphrodite crafted a wreath of the finest roses, their petals shimmering like rubies under the starlight. “No mortal or immortal can resist the charm of my flowers,” she said smugly, twirling one between her fingers. Hephaestus forged a delicate necklace of golden threads, inlaid with tiny opals that shimmered with every color of the sky. Hermes wrote a letter, overflowing with poetic charm, and tucked it into a golden envelope. “This will sweep her off her feet,” he said, grinning. “No offense to Apollo, but I’ve got more flair for words.”

Even Dionysus contributed, brewing a wine so sweet and rich that a single sip could soothe the angriest heart. “Pair it with the necklace, and she’ll be wrapped around his finger,” he joked, handing the flask to Hera. Meanwhile, Athena and Artemis tried to coax Apollo into proper behavior. Artemis, his twin sister, stood before him with her arms crossed. “You’re embarrassing yourself,” she said bluntly. “If you want her back, stop singing about how miserable you are and do something about it.”

Apollo looked up from his lyre, his face streaked with golden tears. “But what if she doesn’t forgive me? What if I’ve lost her forever?” Athena placed a hand on his shoulder. “She loves you, Apollo. That doesn’t vanish overnight. But love requires effort, not just poetry. Show her you’re willing.”

For the first time in days, Apollo nodded, determination flickering in his sun bright eyes.

The following day, Apollo, armed with the gifts and a newfound resolve, approached his lover’s dwelling. The other gods watched from afar, peering through enchanted pools and reflective clouds, each silently praying their efforts would end the wailing. Apollo took a deep breath and knocked on the door. When she opened it, her expression was guarded, her gaze flicking to the bouquet, the necklace, and the letter clutched in his trembling hands.

“What do you want, Apollo?” she asked, her voice cool.

“I want to say I’m sorry,” he began, his voice steady but thick with emotion. “I let my pride get in the way, and I hurt you. I’ve spent days singing about how much I miss you, but Athena reminded me that words mean nothing without action. So I’m here.”

She studied him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she stepped aside, gesturing for him to come in. Back in the halls of Olympus, the gods watched as Apollo disappeared inside her home.

“Do you think it worked?” Hermes asked.

Artemis smirked, her arms crossed. “If it didn’t, he’ll be back here wailing in an hour.”

But the hour passed, and there was no wailing. Then another hour. And another.

At last, Zeus leaned back in his throne, a satisfied grin on his face. “Finally.”

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, peace returned to Olympus. And while they’d never admit it, the gods secretly congratulated themselves on the success of their rare, united effort.

[f1daydreamer]

Little Steps to Forever

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of animal abuse, fluff, comfort

Summary: Charles and you find a stray dog who’s been through too much. With love, patience, and Leo’s help, you give him a new life filled with warmth and safety.

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It was supposed to be a simple evening walk with Leo through the quiet streets of Monaco. The little dog happily trotted along, sniffing every lamppost and bush, his tail wagging in the crisp night air. You held the leash loosely, chatting with Charles, who was animatedly recounting something about his last race.

And then you heard it—a faint whimper coming from the shadows of an alley.

“Did you hear that?” you asked, stopping mid-step.

Charles nodded, already scanning the dimly lit area. Leo tilted his head, ears perking up at the sound.

You both followed the soft cries, your heart clenching at the sight before you. A small, trembling dog huddled against a dumpster, his thin frame barely holding him up. His fur was matted, patches missing, and his eyes were wide with fear.

“Oh, mon cœur,” Charles whispered, crouching down slowly.

You gently tugged Leo’s leash, keeping him at a distance to avoid overwhelming the terrified animal. Charles extended a hand, but the dog flinched and let out a weak growl.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Charles cooed, his voice soft and soothing. “We won’t hurt you.”

You crouched beside him, your voice equally tender. “He’s so scared, Charles. What do we do?”

“We can’t leave him here,” he said, determination flashing in his green eyes.

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It took nearly an hour of patient coaxing, a few pieces of Charles’ leftover croissant, and Leo’s calm presence for the dog to inch closer. When he finally let Charles touch him, your heart swelled with a mixture of relief and sadness.

“He’s coming home with us,” Charles said firmly, wrapping the trembling dog in his jacket.

You didn’t argue.

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The first few days were tough. The dog—who you decided to name Buddy after Charles joked he needed a “buddy system” to feel safe—wouldn’t eat if either of you were in the room. He flinched at sudden movements and cowered in corners when voices got too loud.

But slowly, little by little, Buddy began to trust.

Charles was endlessly patient, spending hours sitting quietly on the floor, letting Buddy approach on his own terms. You cried the first time Buddy nudged Charles’ hand, seeking comfort.

Leo, ever the gentle one, became Buddy’s anchor. The two dogs were inseparable, with Leo often lying beside Buddy during naps or bringing him toys as if to say, “It’s okay here.”

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One night, you found Charles in the living room, stretched out on the rug with both dogs. Buddy’s head rested on his chest while Leo snored softly at his side.

“You’re a natural,” you said, leaning against the doorframe, your heart full.

Charles grinned up at you, his hand running through Buddy’s now soft fur. “I just want him to feel safe, amour. He deserves that.”

You joined them, curling up next to Charles. Buddy’s tail wagged slightly—a small victory that brought tears to your eyes.

“You’re safe now, Buddy,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his head. “We promise.”

Charles squeezed your hand. “And we never break our promises.”

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Months later, Buddy was a completely different dog. His fur shone, his eyes sparkled, and his tail wagged freely. He and Leo were the best of friends, often seen chasing each other around the garden or curling up together on the couch.

And every time you looked at Buddy, now brimming with life and love, you knew you had made the best decision.

“Ready for our walk?” Charles asked one evening, clipping the leashes onto Leo and Buddy.

You smiled, watching as Buddy happily barked, his tail wagging excitedly. “Let’s go.”

As you strolled through the streets, Buddy trotted confidently beside Leo, no longer the scared, broken dog you had found that night. He was home.

And he always would be.

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A/N

This story holds a special place in my heart because it was inspired by my own dog, Buddy. When I found Buddy, he was scared, broken, and unsure if he could trust anyone. I’ll never forget the first time he wagged his tail or rested his head on my lap—it was such a small gesture, but it meant the world to me.

Buddy taught me that love, patience, and a safe home can heal even the deepest wounds. Writing this was my way of honoring his journey and sharing the hope that every animal, no matter their past, deserves a second chance.

If you feel moved by this story, I encourage you to consider adopting or supporting your local animal shelters. There’s nothing more rewarding than giving an animal a fresh start and a place to call home.

With love,

Buddy & Me 🐾❤

[puckinghischier]

I’m deprived from domestic/soft Nico thoughts. Please help me feed my delusions 💭💭💭

so due to the mountain of snow that’s still plaguing where i live, i have a very specific, basic, and lowkey mundane thought about nico being all soft and lovey

maybe it’s the fact i’ve had to walk up and down my half mile driveway the past week just to get to my car and go to work, but the thought of nico shoveling snow for you is making me warm n fuzzy rn

like, he’s so busy. he’s gone all the time, constantly at the rink, playing in games, at the gym, or doing events for the team. but to think about him getting up before you have to be at work, even after he got home from a roadie well into the early hours of the morning, is making me hyperfixate.

because he knows how cold you get and how much you hate getting out of your warm bed on a normal day, much less when you have to get up earlier to allot time for scraping and defrosting your car. so even if he only crawled into bed with you a couple of hours ago, he’s up and outside before your alarm—which he reset back to your normal time—goes off.

he bundles up and grabs the ‘snow broom’ that stays perched outside for occasions like this, and gets to work. first he shovels a small path to your car, making sure your feet stay warm and dry in the snow boots he bought you last christmas. then he starts brushing off every bit of snow he can off of your car, starting it and letting the inside warm up while he works.

after he gets every flake of snow he can off, he turns your seat warmer on high and heads back inside. he gets to work brewing your coffee—no matter how crazy he thinks you are for drinking it iced in this weather—and making a quick breakfast for you to eat on the run. he’s halfway through achieving the perfect fried egg to go on top of your bagel when he hears your shrieks, feet thumping towards him.

“nico! i’m gonna be late! my alarm didn’t go off on time m! i have to go clean my car off. oh my god i’m soooo gonna get in trouble!”

you come into view, covered in only a t-shirt (nico’s) and otherwise bare legs, stumbling as you try to slip a boot on one foot while balanced on the other.

“you gonna go outside like that, müsli?” he smirks, looking at you over his shoulder, not wanting to mess up his egg masterpiece.

you look down, almost like you’d forgotten you weren’t wearing pants, then back up at him.

“why are you awake?” you suddenly remember his late arrival, rolling over long enough to give him a kiss and snuggle into his warmth before slipping back into oblivion last night.

nico turns the stove off, slipping his perfect egg right on top of the plate on the counter next to him before turning to look at you.

“thought i’d be a nice boyfriend today and clean your car off before you got up. should be nice and warm for you by now,” he beams, loving how frazzled you look in his clothes. the toaster dings, throwing the bagel inside into view, stealing his attention. “oh, and i almost have your breakfast ready. your coffee, too.”

you watch him in awe as he walks over to grab the heated bread out of the toaster, spreading butter on both pieces before laying half of a perfectly cut avocado on one side. he grabs the plate with the most delicious looking fried egg on top of it and slides the egg right off onto the bagel, salt and peppering it before placing the other half of the bagel on top, completing the sandwich.

he turns to you with a smile, amused at the expression of surprise on your face.

“better hurry and go get dressed. don’t want you to be late, now, do we?” he winks, wrapping your breakfast sandwich in aluminum foil to conserve some of its heat.

once the sandwich is securely wrapped and set aside, he walks over to your frozen figure, placing a finger under your chin to tilt your face up to his as he looks down at you.

“i love you, you know that? every day. all the time. forever and ever,” he repeats the phrase you two share anytime he leaves to go out of town, placing a delicate, loving kiss to your lips.

you still haven��t spoken a word, too consumed with him and your shock at how you ended up with someone like him, when he places his hand on your shoulders, turning your body around to face the hallway you just came from. you don’t expect the smack to your ass that comes, jolting you forward slightly, forcing you to take a few steps paired with the small push from nico at the same time.

“go on now, woman. go get dressed. your coffee will be waiting when you get done.”

you turn around to give him a middle finger, but the moony, lovesick smile on your face as you retreat back to your bedroom, the fading sound of nico’s laughter ringing through your ears, reveals how you really feel about the god-send of a man standing in your kitchen.

[authorbriannarae13]

Mind of Mine // we can do this shit forever if it's lust - joel miller

Joel Miller x female! reader

read part one here. or on AO3 here.

summary; "Fuck. You wear that for me?"

When Joel comes home covered in blood, you ask him about it. Instead, he gives you too many orgasms to count while making you beg. for every last one. or this is what is written at my horniest during ovulation and listening to 'LUST' off the 'DON'T TRY THIS' ep on repeat. for twelve hours.

also, all of my fics will have songs and i'm not sorry about it.

oh, and; you can't unconvince me that he's not a pleasure dom.

warnings; smut (MDNI); dom!joel; mostly soft!joel; actually all soft!joel; begging; overstimulation; toys; some edging; sparing degradation (whore and slut are both used once.)

word count; 1.3k

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A week later, you watch – concerned as hell – as Joel walks through the door completely covered in blood.

“Baby,” you murmur loud enough so he can hear you, “what happened?”

He looks at you. Sighs. “It was nothing.”

“Nothing,” you repeat, the concern morphing into confusion – or shock, you can’t tell. “You call being covered in blood nothing?”

“It’s nothin’ you should be worryin’ about. Been settled.”

You pause, taking his words in, “Sett-“ You cut yourself off, deciding to drop it. For now. “Fine. Tell me the full story later then.”

Letting out a low grunt in response, he holds out his hand for you.

You scoff. “I’m not doing anything with you until you wash the blood off.”

“Is that so?” As soon as his eyebrow cocks, you swallow.

Oh fuck. You’re in trouble with a capital T.

That damn smirk rears its smug head as the realization dawns on your face. “Yea, I’d rethink that statement if I w’re you, darlin’.”

“I’m not taking anything back.”

“’U’ll be rethinkin’ that one real soon.” With that, he hauls you up by your hand. “C’mon.”

Slowly, you follow suit while starting to regret ever trying.

At the same time, you realize something: Joel will always be the same stubborn ass Joel you married.

Great.

He leads you to the bedroom, setting you to the bed before you realize what he’s going to do.

“Oh, God,” you mutter, more to yourself than anything. But of course, he has to hear it.

“He ain’t here, y’know. It’s just you and me, sweetheart.”

You slightly huff as he answers you.

“You only did this to yourself.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Keep runnin’ that smartass mouth of yours and you won’t be walkin’ tomorrow.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

“Oh, I think we’re both well aware of what I’m capable of.”

That finally shuts you up. And as soon as you do, it’s in his hand.

He grabbed the vibrator you kept meaning to get rid of. Eventually, you gave up and forgot – even though you knew you would never need it again.

Fuck.

He slowly looks up, taking in your expression. “Somethin’ wrong?”

“N-no,” you rush out, still focused on the vibrator in his hand.

He quirks a brow and hums. “Take it all off.”

You notice him motion down your body before you can even think to pose a question.

Oh.

Before you can second guess yourself, you pull up on the worn-out Miller Construction t-shirt, dragging it up, and – eventually – letting it fall to the floor. Since you ditched your pants and bra – because fuck that – as  soon as you changed, he can see just about everything.

But since you live to be a tease, it will never be that easy.

“Hurry.” His voice deepens – almost like he’s trying to control himself. And the precious self-control is starting to waver.

As the black lace of your underwear is noticed, he groans, the sound low and reverberating off the walls.

“Fuck. You wear that for me?”

You roll your eyes. “What do you think?”

“Don’t matter what I think. So, did ya?”

“Maybe I did. You’ll never know.”

He walks towards you, pushing you back onto the bed as he brings the silk rope – you failed to notice – out of his pocket, tying your wrists together, and securing them to the headboard.

Oh fuck.

“If you want to be a dirty girl, I’ll enjoy treatin’ ya like one.”

You smirk. “Bring it.”

Instead of dignifying you with another answer, his fingers reach out to grab your chin before letting go and trailing down to your underwear, sliding them down your legs – since he didn’t let you get that far.

And he never will. Since, despite the façade, his self-control is nonexistent. But only with you.

No one else gets the benefit.

After they’re off you and haphazardly discarded, he nudges your legs open. “C’mon, open up for me.”

Instinctively, they fall open, giving him access, and he lightly presses the vibrator to your clit. “You’re g’nna beg me real good, sugar.”

A moan is the only response you let out as he turns it on, lighting your nerve endings on fire.

Your hips slowly grind into it, following as the vibrations slowly start to get more intense.

“Fuck, fuckin’ fuck,” seem to be the only words that can leave your mouth as the orgasm builds.

“Look at what a mess you are, sweetheart.”

“Mmm,” is the only hum you can let out as his words barely reach your blissed out brain.

“Beg for it. Beg me to cum,” is the last thing you hear before he’s pulling it away. “Beg me.”

“Fuck,” you cry out before adding, “Please.”

He smirks, pressing it back against you. “Since you asked so nicely.”

The orgasm is all consuming, making your legs shake and back arch as he continues holding it there. “F-fuck.”

Your hips try to escape the torture, but he holds them in place. “Don’t even fuckin’ think about it.”

Your whine is lost in your throat as another orgasm builds. As sensitive as your cunt is, your brain hasn’t realized it needs to stop.

As your second orgasm builds faster and faster, the white-hot pleasure licking at all your nerve endings and their receptors. “Fuck. Please, please, please,” you chant as it threatens to explode.

“Cum for me.” As the waves cascade over you, he praises you, “Such a good fuckin’ girl for me.”

Everything’s so much more sensitive, so you try to buck him off again. “I can’t. I can’t- “

“Yes, you can,” he slowly soothes, trying to keep your hips in place. “Give me two more, darlin’.”

A sighed “Fuck,” is the response he gets back.

“Atta girl,” he praises as you try to relax, attempting to go as blissed out and boneless as possible again.

The waves of your third wash over you as violently as your second ones leave. And shockingly enough, he doesn’t make you beg this time.

“Good girl. You’re so fuckin’ perfect f’r me, sugar.”

You moan as the praise settles in your chest, your abs forcefully contracting as you continue to fight – and grind against – the vibrations hitting your clit.

“Fuck me,” you beg. “Let me cum on your cock.”

“Not a chance. This is all about you, babe.”

You start to whine, but it turns into a moan as he turns it up, making your legs tremble as your – hopefully – last orgasm in a row takes its sweet time to build.

Despite just how sensitive and heightened your senses are, it doesn’t stop your cunt from following the pleasure.

You start slower than usual, trying to savor the pressure forming in your abdomen – and spine, for that matter – as it coils and coils and fucking coils.

His hands trail down your body and between your thighs before his index and middle fingers are thrust into you. “Goddamn. You’re such a good fuckin’ slut for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you repeat as the coil slowly starts to unravel as his fingers move.

Joel groans, “Your cunt swallows my fingers like my favorite whore.”

That’s your official undoing. Your back arches until it’s almost painful while your toes curl and fists grip the sheets for dear life.

He keeps the vibrator there until you come back to the land of the living from your blissed out headspace.

“’S a good fuckin’ girl, sugar. You’re so good f’r me.”

By the time he pulls the vibe away, unties your wrists, and starts to softly massage the skin, you’ve barely come back down enough to remember he’s covered in blood. “How,” you start, your brain hazy as hell and struggling to form sentences, “How did you end up covered in blood?”

He sighs like he did when you asked earlier. “They threaten’d you.” Then, a smirk covers his face. “And we both know how well I respond when you’re at risk, pretty girl.”

You grimace, remembering how he beat the fuck out of the last guy who remember fucking with you, so you ask the dreaded question, “Are they dead?”

“Do you want them to be?”

“Joel!”

“They’re not dead, sweetheart, but they’ll think again before fuckin’ with what’s rightfully mine ever again.”

You roll your eyes. “You’ll forever be impossible, won’t you?”

“Only for you, baby.”

“At least I know I’m protected,” you tease.

“You better believe it.”

[kacievvbbbb]

But what if I said Mihawk

*puts my hand on your back as I lead you down an endless hallway* walk with me.

Mihawk not wanting shanks to know how much he means to him. How he was the only barrier between Mihawk and and an all consuming nihilistic loneliness. How he hides himself so thoroughly that he feels he needs an excuse to be around shanks. If it’s not dueling then it’s bringing him a wanted poster Mihawk can’t just see Shanks because then he’ll know! He’ll know that he is all Mihawk has and that sometimes the loneliness he’s surrounded himself in suffocated him threatens to swallow him whole.

That he knows Shanks loves him has no doubt about it Shanks is incapable of not loving the people around him. And Mihawk doesn’t know what to dj with it. Doesn’t know how to love him back. Doesn’t know how to love without the weight of expectation . Doesn’t know how to stay without feeling restlessness settle in his skin. Doesn’t know how to be bad at something and so he avoids it. Let’s himself get swept up in Shanks love and never think about what it might mean to love him back whole heartedly (because he does he always has he always will even when they were ten years apart the only face he ever wanted to see at the end of a blade was shanks this is the only way Mihawk knows how to love)

Mihawk by his nature is casually cruel. He’s callous with people and capricious.Mihawk is terrible at making friends in the way all lonely people are. Doesn’t even know he needs friends. He places to much on shanks. Revolved his life wholly around the expectations on him. He said a lot of things he regrets that day. Some part of him still desperately wishes to see that smiling boy with the straw hat and 2 arms again live and in motion. He doesn’t know how to be sorry for this. Doesn’t know how to apologize at all. Doesn’t know what the weight of guilt is supposed to feel like. But Mihawk is sorry for the words he said that night, he didn’t mean them. He’ll never say that tho. But he will show up with a wanted poster and takes of the exploits of a smiling young boy with a straw hat and a body nit made of rubber. (It’s not the same but he’s glad that boy wasn’t gone forever that he gets to live on in color and motion)

There is a green haired swordsman that has changed the trajectory of Mihawks life. And a pink haired ghost girl that’s complicated his entire philosophy and the red headed man that is the catalyst that started it all. Mihawk has changed in the 2 years of having known these 2 kids more than in his 41 past years of being alive. There is nothing as undoing as a child. Maybe Mihawk can just love for the sake of it no expectations, no requirements, no guilt

[wwasted]

being sentimental over that fact that this fandom has such amazing writers and creators despite the fact that it’s so small! so i figured I’d tag some of my favs and give them a nice compliment bc they truly deserve it and we should all show our appreciation for allowing us along on the journey!!! ok now on to me fangirling under the cut.

@blixabargelds frankie… the way your brain works is mind blowing. Like you are so amazing??? I regularly reread fics by you and am constantly pouring over the superstar tag to the point where I feel I could recite asks you’ve gotten months ago lmao. I know you’ve been struggling with writing through these last few months but your work is so truly special!!! Thank you for sharing it with us!

@swifty-fox i know your thoughts on being a writer, but you are truly so brilliant and kind and amazing. Every au or canon fic you come up with is so captivating. The mota fandom is truly lucky to have you writing for it! I’m so excited for everything you have coming up! (Also ps I’ll make as many edits as you desire for snippets 🥰) also not to mention, the art?????? Actually lost for words. You have my endless love and appreciation.

@feyd-meowtha i will 100% read anything you ever write regardless of fandom forever (as proven by the gladiator II fic, still have absolutely no idea but I love it bc you wrote it) thank you for allowing me to scream into discord chat every single time you post a new chapter of 3 am. The handholding thru it does not go unnoticed lmao. (And also allowing me to whine about my own writing ur the best) I truly don’t know how you do it but I am so thankful you do!

@wayrad I know we’ve joked about your age in the wota discord, but omg. If I had even a sliver of your talent at 18, I would’ve been insufferable and yet you’re the sweetest and constantly gracing us with amazing fics. My obsession with the truck stop series haunts me in the best way and I can’t wait to see where you take us next!!

@middlingmay the amount of times I’ve reread TODCL is probably frightening. It is such an amazing story and I’m always blown away by how each character feels so alive. Sometimes I get so immersed in reading that these feel like real people I know and not just characters. Mindblowing how you do that. I’m also so obsessed with all the other AUs you create because how??? Genius

@donotnomi stripper bucky my beloved ❤️ your fic has completely taken over my mind. There is something so ethereal about it. It reminds me of doing LSD in a good way lmao the slow burn is amazing and I always get so excited when I get an email that a new chapter has been posted.

@constanthaunt born right in the doorway will live rent free in my head for eternity!!! I’ve already reread it twice since you finished it and I actually have no words??? The way you weave thoughts and sentences together is so criminal. Like straight to jail for being so amazing at words. I’d love to study your mind so I could have some of that talent!! Can’t wait to see what else you write.

@joeyalohadream the fluff is so good it almost makes me cry. I normally love overdosing on angst and pain but when you post something I immediately drop everything to devour it bc I know it will make me feel all warm inside. I can’t wait for more tree farmer Gale fic regardless of what season it is!!!

@irregularcollapse the incredible mind that came up with the DIY punk au??? The tennis fic??? The actors fic??? THE CANNIBALISM?! Everything you write is so amazing, I always find myself coming back to reread. I could actually live in your fic tumblr tags. The online dating??? It’s actually the fic of my dreams. The genius really knows no bounds. Thank you for sharing with us!

[jaimexbrienne-fic-finder]

Do you have any good recs for fics inspired by films?

This is just off the top of my head, if anyone can think of any others please add them!

Right Off the Bat by hillaryschu

to be read in 90s Movie Trailer RomCom Voice

Meet Jaime. He used to be the most infamous player in Major League baseball but a career-ending injury brought him back into the family business. He hates it. What he doesn’t hate is coaching the best Little League team in Kings Landing.

Meet Brienne. After her father’s death, she left behind a successful career in women’s competitive fastpitch to start over. She’s trying to balance life and love in a new city, all while coaching a down-and-out Little League team.

In a world where everyone is looking to connect, Jaime and Brienne discover the best way to meet someone is to never meet at all. What they don’t realize, is that they already have.

This fanfic exchange season, follow along with Brienne and Jaime as they take to one another on Twitter and battle on the ballfield. Then find out what happens when those worlds collide.

(a You’ve Got Mail AU)

Vows by theworldunseen

Jaime Lannister profiles the most interesting and romantic weddings in the country for his super popular blog, The only problem? His own heart has been stomped on, and it might have ruined weddings for him forever. When he finds out about a woman who’s going to be in her twenty-seventh wedding party, he thinks writing about her might be his way back to loving weddings. But Brienne Tarth isn’t anything he ever expected.

Inspired by 27 Dresses

Battle is the Great Redeemer by Lady_in_Red

Jaime Lannister dies in a tunnel under the Red Keep, and wakes up days earlier at Winterfell. And then it happens again. And again. But he's not the first to live the same battle over and over again. Arya Stark, the slayer of the Night King, went through it first in the Battle of Winterfell.

Edge of Tomorrow AU

A Big Cop in a Small Town by SeeThemFlying

When Brienne Tarth, a tough London copper, is forced to move to a sleepy town in Somerset to be their new police sergeant, she is partnered with Jaime Lannister, who is not happy about the whole deal. However, things are not what they seem in Casterly, and Brienne and Jaime end up uncovering a conspiracy bigger than anything they were ever anticipating.

A bit of ridiculous, murderous fun to help us all forget about Series 8!

References to a certain 2007 buddy cop comedy abound.

Hot Fuzz AU

The Ice Cream Anthology by SeeThemFlying

A series of unconnected and semi-connected Jaime/Brienne fics based on various films starring Simon Pegg:

1) "A Big Cop in A Small Town" - Hot Fuzz (2007) - Complete 2) "Woman Up" - Man Up (2015) - Complete 3) "Run, Fat Knight, Run" - Run, Fatboy, Run (2007) - Complete 4) "Lannister and Tarth" - Burke and Hare (2010) - Complete 5) "A Good Knight Sleep" - The Good Night (2007) - Complete 6) "Zombie Horror Hordes" - Shaun of the Dead (2004) - Complete 7) "Many Flavours of Ice Cream" - A Series of One Shots drawn from the ICA universes - WIP

the time of my life by djelibeybi

When Brienne arrives in King's Landing for the first time, she expects two tedious months of uncomfortable gowns, embroidering with the queen, and her father's failed attempts at matchmaking. She does not expect the Kingslayer secretly teaching her to joust, under cover of darkness, so that she can compete as him in the king's nameday tourney. And she definitely does not expect to fall in love with him.

Dirty Dancing AU

With All Your Faults by sea_spirit

In 1943, small-town slugger Brienne Tarth is recruited to play for Tywin Lannister’s newest business venture: the All-American Girls Professional Baseball League. There, she meets Jaime, a maimed former Major League pitcher who’s been talked into managing one of his father’s teams. She can't stand her arrogant coach, and he is definitely not interested in his annoyingly principled star player. They don't like each other at all, really...until they do.

Loosely inspired by "A League of Their Own," with slightly less baseball and lots more love story.

[moonxknightx]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : I AM NOT GOING ANYWHERE : :;

╰┈➤ ❝ [PAIRING] ❞ Seong Gi-hun x F!Reader

・❥・GENRE: Smut & Fluff

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆FANDOM: Squid Game

ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: Smut, 18+, piv, oral (F receiving), soft smut, very short mention of choking, Gi-hun being an absolute sweetie

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥SUMMARY: After surviving a number of games already, you are tired and want to go home which you know you can’t, but luckily Gi-hun is there to take care of you .

YOU LET OUT A loud sigh for probably the 100th time that evening as you roll onto your other side, trying to get comfortable in your bunk bed.

“Why can’t I just fall asleep?” You murmur, slowly sitting up right while looking around the room.

Your eyes fall on Young-il, Dae-ho, Jung-bae and Jun-hee who are all soundlessly asleep. Then your eyes fall on Gi-hun who is guarding your self made bunker.

Slowly and carefully, you slip out of bed and head for Gi-hun, sitting down next to him without saying anything.

Gi-hun turns his head to look at you and he can’t help but feel bad when he sees the tiredness on your face. Why is she awake? She should be sleeping.

As if you heard Gi-hun’s thoughts, you turn to face him. “I can’t sleep.” Gi-hun gives you a slight nod before going back to staring ahead of him.

“I’m sorry that I failed to get you out of here.” His voice breaks a little and you notice it immediately. “Don’t. You did your best. If these pigs want to stay to earn their money, let them. Sooner or later they will realize how stupid it was to vote for continuing the games. Half of them won’t even make it until the end.” You scoff at the last part which makes Gi-hun look at you again.

You had met Gi-hun on the first day of being in this hell hole. He had helped you cross the finish line during Red light, Green light. And since that moment you stuck by him, forever grateful that he saved you just seconds before the timer ran out.

When he told everyone that he had played these games before, you were shocked. Why would anyone ever return to here out of free will? Gi-hun explained everything to you. About how he joined the games to pay all of his debts. He told you about the games he played and about the people he lost during them. He also told you how his childhood friend ended his life so Gi-hun could live and get the money. In the end Gi-hun had told you that he came back for a reason. He wanted to end these horrific games, even if it meant his death.

So you joined his team. Not only because you stood behind Gi-hun’s way of thinking, but also to protect him. And he did the same for you.

Gi-hun had grown quite fond of you. He had this urge to protect you and help you with everything he could. He was always worried about you during the games. Especially during Mingle. During one of the first rounds, he lost sight of you and when he heard the ringing of the gunshots from the small room he was in, he couldn’t help but look if one of the fallen bodies were yours. Luckily that was not the case.

The moment the doors opened, you sprinted towards Gi-hun. “you’re alive!” Gi-hun beamed as he pulled you into a tight embrace. “I’m sorry.” You mumbled against his chest.

“Shh don’t apologize, it’s okay. I’m just glad that you’re alive.” Gi-hun reassured you. From that moment on Gi-hun did not once let go of you during remaining time of the game.

“I promise I will get you out of here.”

You look up from your feet to see Gi-hun staring at you. You give him a weak smile before laying your head on his shoulder.

“Please don’t die Gi-hun.” You say weakly. “I’m not planning to.” Gi-hun smiles softly.

“Ahem.”

Both you and Gi-hun turn around to see Young-il standing there. “You two should head to bed. It’s my time to guard anyway.” He says while scratching the back of his neck.

Gi-hun nods and gets back on his feet. He holds out his hand for you to take it, which you do and he helps you back on your feet as well.

“Good night you two.” You hear Young-il say as you head towards your bed, still holding Gi-hun’s hand.

“Gi-hun?” you say softly. “Yes?” He questions while looking at you.

“Could you…could you sleep next to me tonight. I really don’t want to be alone.”

Gi-hun’s heart practically melts upon hearing your words so he nods his head with a kind smile on his face.

He watches how you get ‘comfortable’ in your bunkbed before he joins you. “Are you sure this is okay?” Gi-hun asks as he awkwardly tries not to touch you, afraid he might cross your boundaries.

“It’s okay.” You reassure him while looking at him. Gi-hun’s breathing hitches in his throat as he looks at you. You are so beautiful and kind. You don’t belong here.

“What are you thinking about?” You wonder. Gi-hun just blinks at you. “May I kiss you?” He suddenly asks.

You are a bit taken aback by his question but you nod nonetheless. It’s not like you haven’t thought about it yourself.

“Yes you may.” You smile as both you and Gi-Hun inches closer to each other.

Gi-hun gently places his hand on your cheek before colliding his lips with yours. It’s a passionate kiss, both wanting to feel the other as close as possible.

You immediately kiss back as your hands make their way to Gi-hun’s hair. A small moan slips past his lips as you gently tug on his locks.

He breathes your name and it sounds so beautiful coming from his lips.

“Gi-hun…” You look into his eyes and you see that they are filled with love and sadness, and maybe even anger. But still he kisses you with the upmost gentleness, afraid he might hurt you accidentally.

“I need you.” You whisper and it doesn’t take long for Gi-hun to be on top of you. He leans on his arms which are placed on either side of your face as he looks down at you.

“You are so pretty Gi-hun.” You smile while softly caressing his cheek. Gi-hun can only smile at your words until he feels your hand in his pants.

“A-are you sure?” He asks quickly. “Only if you are. I want you to be comfortable too.” You explain him while placing a kiss to his cheek.

“I’m comfortable.” Gi-hun breathes carefully. “Then i am too.” You slip your hand into Gi-hun’s boxers and carefully wrap your finger’s around his cock.

“Oh fuck…” Gi-hun moans softly while hiding his face in your neck. You begin to pump your hand up and down his cock while Gi-hun is placing wet kisses along your jawline.

“It feels so good.” He says before kissing you again. “Good.” You mumble against his lips with a smile.

You feel Gi-hun grinding against your hand as a way to tell you he needs more.

You want to pull his pants down but he stops you. “Not yet.” You watch with confusion as Gi-hun taps your hips as a way to tell you to lift them up.

The moment you do, Gi-hun slides your sweatpants down and settles between your legs. You watch how he places soft kisses along the insides of your thighs before pressing a kiss to your clit.

“May I?”

“Yes please.” You breathe. Gi-hun smiles before pulling your panties to the side. He carefully spreads your lips and dives in.

“O-oh god!” You moan, immediately putting your hand over your mouth as you feel Gi-hun’s tongue between your folds.

Gi-hun stares up at you with his big puppy eyes while licks at your clit. You try your best to stay still but when you feel two of his fingers entering your pussy, you just can’t.

“Fuck Gi-hun!” You whisper as you clamp your hand down in his hair.

“You taste so good sweetheart. I just can’t get enough of it.” Gi-hun smiles, his face covered in your juices as he keeps licking your pussy.

“Gi-hun I can’t! I’m close.” You moan while bucking your hips. “Then let go for me love.” He murmurs with a lazy grin, still focused on your pussy.

You are immediately sent over the edge as you cover Gi-hun’s face in your juices. You can feel Gi-hun licking up every drop until his face is on your eye level again.

“How did that feel love?” he asks while pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Amazing.” You breathe with a slight chuckle.

“Is it now my turn to make you feel good?” You ask in a seductive tone. Gi-hun clears his throat as he nods, suddenly feeling shy.

“Come on now, don’t be shy baby.” You place a gentle kiss on his lips as you push him off of you, telling him to lay down on his back for you.

Once Gi-hun is settled, you straddle his lap, both hissing when his cock makes contact with your pussy.

“Is this okay?” You ask Gi-hun while playing with his hair. “Y-yes.” He stammers. “Relax baby.” You chuckle as you kiss his cheek.

Gi-hun watches how you grab his cock and align it with your pussy before slowly sliding down, making both you and Gi-hun moan as he grips the sheets in his fists.

“You feel amazing sweetheart.” Gi-hun whimpers, placing both of his hands on your hips, slowly guiding you up and down his cock.

“I can say the same about you.” You moan while steadying yourself with placing one hand on his chest.

Gi-hun watches how you bounce on his cock, trying his best not to make too much noise, but boy is it hard.

Every time you bounce on his cock he wants to scream out, letting everyone know how good you make him feel, but he knows he can’t, so he bites his lip instead.

“You’re so good to me Gi-hun.” You moan while leaning forward so you can kiss his neck.

“Oh baby…” He groans while digging his fingers into your sides. “Stay like this okay.” He whispers in you ear before starting to thrust up into you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you bite down onto Gi-hun’s shoulder to keep you from making any noise.

“Oh fuck you feel so good baby. So tight and warm, i can stay like this forever.” Gi-hun moans as his thrusts get harder and deeper.

“Gi-hun…” You whimper. “What is it love?” He asks immediately. “Kiss me.” You demand with a slight moan.

“Yes ma’am.” Gi-hun smiles before pulling you into a kiss. You both moan against each other’s mouth while you meet Gi-hun’s thrusts with your own.

“I’m close sweetheart.” Gi-hun breathes while looking at you. “M-me too.” You say while unconsciously wrapping your hand around his throat.

Gi-hun’s eyes widen at the feeling and he can’t help but go even harder now.

“Gi-hun i’m s-so close!” You whisper in his ear while tightening your hold on his throat.

“Come for me baby.” Gi-hun groans. “Be a good girl.” At hearing those words slip from Gi-hun’s lips, you can’t hold it in anymore.

Gi-hun is quick to cover your mouth with his hand as you come onto his cock, soaking it with your juices.

“Fuck that’s it.” Moans Gi-hun before spilling inside of you. You let out a soft whimper as you feel him fill you up with his cum.

“Gi-hun….” you sigh as you collapse on top of him. Suddenly you become aware of your hand being wrapped around his throat so you immediately let go.

“Oh my god i am so sorry.” You quickly apologize, but Gi-hun is quick to shut you up with a kiss.

“Don’t. I liked it.” He smiles. “Really?” You ask surprised. Gi-hun immediately nods. “You should definitely do it more often.”

You and Gi-hun stare at each other before bursting into a fit of laughter.

“Shh!” You laugh as you cover Gi-hun’s mouth with your hand while he does the same with you.

It’s suddenly very quiet as both you and Gi-hun calm down from your highs.

“Thank you.” You suddenly say. “For what?” Gi-hun asks as he pulls you into his chest.

“For being there for me.”

Gi-hun can’t help but smile as he gently ruffles your hair. He places a soft kiss on the top of your head before closing his eyes.

“You don’t have to thank me sweetheart. Now get some sleep, you deserve it.”

“Will you stay here with me?” You ask as you look up at him. Gi-hun smiles, his eyes still closed.

“Of course love, i am not going anywhere.”

I really hope everyone liked how it turned out! It was so much fun to write for Gi-hun. He is quite literally underated in his own show😭

If any of you have any requests about Gi-hun or In-ho, feel free to drop them in my inbox!

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Ahem-

May i request a shadow the hedgehog (movie shadow) x reader where after awhile of being with you after you found him after the cannon incident he finds you upset maybe because its the anniversary of a lived one or pets death and maybe you both talk about each other'sshared experiences with death and become closer than before-

I love this! Thank you for requesting this, anon.

I personally recently lost my grandmother, so I'll write briefly just about a female family member. Shadow x reader

You've always dreaded this day, even after all these years you can't ever forget about her death. It was so sudden, it seemed so unfair. You always thought if you said something different, would it be different? Would you feel different? Sadly, those questions will forever be unanswered.

It was around 9 in the morning, you sneakily left your shared bed with Shadow and got dressed to take a walk to ease your nerves, walking to a nearby flower field near yours and Shadows house. The morning air was chilly, but not freezing. You finally make it to the field and sit down on the grass, looking up at the sky, lost in your; still, mournfoul thoughts.

Meanwhile, Shadow shortly after you leave, wakes up to an empty bed. Slight panic washes over him as he looks around the house to find you missing, but he also found your favorite outside shoes missing. Therefore he calms down a bit, he knows your favorite spot to sit at outside, so he chaos controls over to the flower field, finding your figure sat in the middle of grass and pretty flowers. He walks over to your wordlessly and sits beside you.

"Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?"

He asks, seeing you staring forward into the abyss.

"Jus' needed to clear my head. Sorry."

You quietly replied, not bothering to look at him.

"What's wrong?"

He again, asks. His tone monotonous, but laced with concern.

"Today's the day I lost a family member of mine. She passed away so suddenly, and since then I can't seem to fully move on."

You finally face him, your eyes make your way to his, as his melt at the sight of your saddened expression, sharing that all too familiar grief.

"I understand.. When i lost Maria it was hard to me to find solace, a purpose, and to get rid of that grief."

He opens up, showing a rare vulnerable side of himself to you.

"Yea.. When i first found out about her death i was a mess. It felt like everything was going against me, like everything was spiraling out of my control. It was.. scary. But i then recieved a necklace of hers. It gave me comfort and allowed me to find comfort and courage to move forward. I miss her everyday though." You vented, your eyes welling up with tears at then end of the sentence, as you turn away from him, avoiding eye contact. He scoots closer to you, arm looping around you waist allowing you to put your weight on him and lean on him. Your head makes contact with the fluff of his chest fur. He kisses the top of your head to offer more comfort.

"It's natural you feel that way, my love. For me, the only reason i found a way to move on a bit was thanks to you."

He confesses looking up at the sky now.

"I think she's proud of you."

You softly say, turning to him again to offer a saddened smile. He offers you no reply, only pulling you closer, the comfortable silence, a testament to your strengthened bond.

There u go! I hope i wrote this the way you wanted me to.

[hannahbarberra162]

Can we get a izou story snippet? Pleaseeee if not don't worry, ily

Of course Nonnie! I'm writing the second chapter now but I'm not sure when it will be done. I'm hoping this week but I can't promise.

Also, if you left me an ask, please know I'm getting to them. Unfortunately brevity is not one of my strengths and all these delicious ideas turn into like 5k+ word one shots (looking at you Yan Sabo Nonnie - I'm cooking up something good for you). I'm not complaining, I love reading everyone's ideas and suggestions. It just all takes time to write :)

“Commander Izou, my h-home is to the right,” you stated with uncertainty in your tone as Izou carried you in his arms to your residence. He told you that you would pack up whatever you most needed and that he would take you with him to his ship. You’d protested initially but he had left no room for argument. He could scent your fear and felt your trembling fingers wrapping themselves around his neck as he carried you through the snowy town. He’d have more time to explain later that you’d be safe, that nothing bad was going to happen to you ever again. But for now he wanted to put as much space as he could between you and the horrible people to dare call themselves your family.

You were wearing flimsy cloth shoes that were unsuitable for the winter climate on the island. By the rips on the sides and wear on the soles, you’d been wearing them a long time. Yet another reason Izou wasn’t upset by the destruction his brothers were wreaking on your employer. 

“B-but Commander, you don’t need to hold me, I can -” you’d been trying to get him to put you on the ground since he’d first swept you off your feet, before you’d even made contact with the snowy sidewalk.

“Carrying you pleases me,” Izou said simply. Given your reserved nature as well as the strict social hierarchy you were raised with, he knew you’d defer to him.  It was a dance he hadn’t done in a long time, playing along with the social cues and mores of Wanese culture but in this case it worked to his advantage. If he tried to explain that you were underdressed for the weather or that he felt the need to feel your meager weight in his arms, you’d protest further to prevent inconveniencing him. Truthfully, it did please him to carry you, to have your scent so close to his own, to feel the reassurance of you in his arms. He’d carry you forever if you let him. 

“Ah, this is it,” you indicated, pointing to a large brick house with smoke coming out the chimney. At least they’d given you a proper place to live, he thought to himself. As Izou stepped on the cleared path to the house, you shook your head. 

“N-no, sorry. The house behind this one,” you said quietly, pointing to a shack set back towards the snowy woods.

Of course.

Izou noted the rickety shack and the rags covering the windows - either to keep in heat or to keep out prying eyes. Swiftly walking towards the hut, he opened the door and set you down inside.

“Gather your things,” Izou said softly, putting his hand on the small of your back to encourage you. The inside of the single room hut was as dismal as Izou imagined it would be. There were gaps in the thin wood walls, letting in the harsh winter air. Your tiny bed was crammed into the corner, leaving enough room for a table

“I apologize for the state of my house, Commander. If I had known someone like you would be joining -” you were already bowing to him again, your hands stiff at your side. Izou bent down to put his hands on your shoulders and righted you to standing.

“Do not apologize. Collect your things,” Izou ordered in a gentle tone. You frowned but nodded and walked over to the small bookshelf on the wall. You grabbed an old, battered tome, wrapping it like you were swaddling a baby in one of the few blankets on your bed. Holding it to your chest, you put it in a basket and saw Izou watching you.

“Ah, the cookbook my father gave me before I left Wano,” you said in answer to Izou’s unasked question. You’d mentioned leaving Wano a few times but Izou hadn’t heard of many people leaving the country in recent years. He’d have to get the full story out of you on the Moby. Moving towards you, he noted a picture of himself tacked onto the wall. It was from his most recent Wanted Poster (an attractive photo, if he did say so himself). You followed Izou’s eyes towards the picture and hung your head.

“This is embarrassing. Please do not take offense, Commander,” you begged while looking down at your feet. Izou laughed softly into the sleeve of his winter yukata. 

“What man would take offense at a beautiful woman having his picture hung on the wall? Please, continue to gather your things. I would like to take you away from here. This building offends me,” Izou said. You were spurred into action from his words. You gathered a few clothing items and a lacquer hair comb, likely also from Wano based on the style.  “I am finished, Commander. I await your next instruction,” you replied seriously, like you were one of the men under his command. He’d have to get you to relax eventually, to accept help and seek it out from him. The Alpha in him wanted to grab you and take you back to his rooms, to show you he could protect you. But Izou knew you were traumatized and nervous, unsure what to do with yourself while you navigated the relationship between them.

[littlxpxtal]

The Greatest

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST

PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader

WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence

WORD COUNT: 2.9k

I'm trying my best

To keep you satisfied

Let you get your rest

While I stayed up all night

And you don't wanna know

How alone I've been

Let you come and go

Whatever state I'm in

March

Im here

It’s dark all around me, except for a small light coming behind the Chateau. I followed it, taking a sip of the liquor bottle I stole from my parents bar. I check my phone to see no one has responded yet.

”Idiots”. I mumble, walking further into the darkness down to the water when I finally hear whispers.

“BOO” I hiss at the shadow figures. Sarah yelps, and john b slaps his hand over her mouth.

“Shut the fuck up” pope whisper-yells at me.

“Don’t tell me to shut the fuck up, im here to fucking help.” I whisper-yell back. “Now where is he”

”he said he was paddling here and would give us a signal when he was close.” Jon B whispers to me. I crouch down and feel Kie’s small hand grab my arm.

“Hi mama” I whisper, “you okay?”

she leans her head against mine, and I feel a slight tremble in her grip. She had to be worried sick. I wonder if we all heard from JJ around the same time.

After a few more minutes of us crouching in the marsh we hear a horrible bird call.

“That’s him” John B says, standing up.

“I brought this” I say, holding out a rolled blunt and a lighter to him.

”Perfect” he grabs it from my hands, and quickly lights it.

“Who missed papa j?” JJ says out in a normal voice. Pope hushes him and he lets out a laugh. His figure appears as the light of the blunt casts a shadow over the water, and he paddles up in tattered clothes on the shittiest paddle boat I’ve ever seen.

”Jay” Kie lets out, running into the water and hugging him. His hands wrap around her waist, and he drops his head into the crook of her neck. My heart skipped a beat. I hadn’t seen anyone else be truly in love, aside from Sarah and JB, In forever. I couldn’t even use my parents as an example. one, because I barely see them, and two, they weren’t very publically affectionate with each other. The only time I saw them standing close together was in photos, when it was mandatory.

Even standing in lines as kids, they would sandwich us, my dad in the back and my mother in the front always leading the way and managing everyone’s orders and problems, while dad kept an eye out for us to be safe. I rarely saw them hold hands, and come to think of it, I cant remember the last time I saw them hug. I cant remember the last time I hugged either one of them.

I stayed back as the rest of the pogues walked into the water to greet him, the boys pulling his paddle boat up onto the grass, the girls holding onto him. He was weak, dehydrated, sunburnt, and tired.

I watched the scene as if it was a painting. The reuniting of best friends. John B handed the blunt to JJ and he took a long drag. I watched him intently as he walked closer, a smile creeping on his face, illuminated from the light at the end.

“Here” I say, handing out the bottle of liquor I stole. He shined his teeth, and pushed the bottle away, embracing me in a hug.

“Thank you for being here. You’re still one of us you know?” He whispered into my ear. A tear fell from my eye and I squeezed him back.

“I need you to stop doing dumb shit like this. We cant lose you.”

”no promises princess” he quips ack, finally grabbing the bottle from my hands and taking a long swig.

“Are y’all ready to do this or what?”

We drove up to Mrs. Crain’s house in the Twinkie, with all of the supplies they needed to get down the well and take out the gold. It was thundering outside, I was shaking from the cold air and tipsy from the bottle JJ and I were sharing,

I checked my phone to see I didnt have any messages.

I knew better than to bring up my problems right now, especially since it was about rafe, and I was with people who honestly didnt care if he lived or died. JJ is also in serious trouble, and were on a mission to complete a quest that JB’s dad had been spending years trying to solve. My boy problems could wait.

There was still an itch in the back of my mind, wondering what he was doing, but I think that was just because I was borderline drunk.

“You gotta stay here” Pope says, breaking me out of my train of thought.

”We need you two on watchout, someone ready to stir chaos if needed, which will be you, Y/N, and our getaway driver, Cleo” Cleo salutes back to him, hopping into the front seat. I nod my head, and watch Sarah get out of the Twinkie.

“Please, please be safe” I whisper, hugging her with all my might.

“We’re gonna be rich” she whispers back, with a smile on her face when she releases me.

“You been drinking a lot” Cleo remarks when the door shuts. I stick out my tongue at her and hold up the bottle.

“That a problem?” I mumble, taking a sip and leaning my head back.

“What’s on your mind girl?”

I sigh and roll my head to the side to look at her. Her eyes look sad, full of empathy. I close my eyes and take another sip before twisting the cap back on.

“I don’t know what im doing with my life. Doesn’t feel like there’s a point to anything.”

“What would you rather be doing than this?” She jokes, grabbing the bottle from my hand and throwing it in the passenger seat.

i huff and cross my arms.

“In a city with lots of people. Not knowing anyone. Going places and not having to worry about everything I do being broadcasted around the town. Meeting new boys. Finding love. Learning things outside of what this stupid fucking island wants us to know”

“You almost there sweetheart, you’re graduating in a few months, and you already have a plan to get on up out of here. You know the folks we with right now don’t have that same luxury”

”I KNOW’ my voice raises. I adjust myself on the seat and look out the window.

”I know. Which is why I cant say anything to anyone. I keep this shit to myself. It’s no one else’s problem. Everyone THINKS I have it figured out just cus im good at school and I got into college.no one is asking what im going study, who im going to live with, where I want to go afterwards. They don’t need to, and I don’t want them to. Because I don’t know. Everything has led up to this moment, and now that its here, im terrified. Im fucking frightened. And my parents wont let me see my best friends, im having to sneak away like this. The guy I, god I don’t even know how I feel about him, he’s so unreadable, he’s so emotionally removed. All he wants is my body and I just fucking give it to him. I give in every time because I just want someone to need me for something. I need someone to want me, I think that’s why I gave into Noah so quick, and was so hurt when he didnt want me anymore. I need a purpose for everything or else I feel nothing. And right now, I have no purpose.”

”Your purpose right here, and right now it to make sure we complete this mission safely.” Cleo responds. “You are needed by us. We’ve needed you this whole time, you just couldn’t be here. And we don’t blame you. We don’t blame you at all. This situation we find ourselves in, this segregated town is making things more difficult than it needs to. But you are loved, y/n. You are loved by us all. Especially JJ and Sarah. I see the way you cherish them, and the way they feel the same back. They are going to be a MESS without you when you leave for college. And im not saying that to guilt you, I just want you to know you mean a lot more to people than you think, or even realize.”

at this point, Im sobbing and Cleo is rubbing his hand on my knee. I lean my head against the back of the drivers seat and reach over, her other hand interlocking with mine.

“Love you Cle” I whisper.

“Love you too princess” she says, and I can hear her smirk through her words.

We sit in silence for 5 more minutes before we hear shouting.

“Open the doors” Cleo instructs as she turns the car on. I push open the passenger door, grabbing the bottle that Cleo confiscated.

I open the side doors, bracing myself for the cold air and whips of cold water against my face. I lean down and grab a flashlight, flickering it three times before turning it off, to alert them we were ready.

The shouts got closer, and I could hearing cursing and heavy breaths reaching closer, the next thing I know, JJ is launching himself into the Twinkie rolling over to end up right next to me with the goofiest smirk I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Pope hops into the front seat, and then girls trail in.

“WHERES JOHN B” Pope screams into the back. I look around frantically through the open door to look for him, flashing the flashlight out before I hear sirens.

”What the fuck happened” I say, turning around. Sarah grabs my hips, pulling me down onto her before shouting at cleo

“FUCKING DRIVE”

Cleo changes the gear and presses hard onto the gas, making us all shift back in our seats. Im still ontop of Sarah, while JJ and Kie hold onto my arms.

“The fuck is happening” is ask, looking around at their dirty faces and soaking wet hair.

“GO AROUND TO THE BACK” JJ shouts up at Cleo, and she makes a sharp right turn. Sarah pushes me up and im onto of Kie, trying to regain my composure as the Twinkie whips around

Kie holds me close, laughing maniacally and JJ grabs my face in his hands, and starts laughing too.

“We’re fucking rich, we’re fucking rich” they kept chanting in my face

“THERE HE IS” Sarah shouts, reaching her hand out of the side door. I scream and lean over to pull her in, worried that she was going to fall out, before I see a mud covered arm reach on the side of the door.

”oh shit” I mumble, falling back ontop of Kie and JJ again before John b hurls himself into the Twinkie.

”NOW GO” Sarah screams back at Cleo.

’WHERE”

”lets go to my house” I speak up

Everyone whips their heads to me, and I finally gain enough courage to sit up.

”My parents aren’t home, and people will think im on spring break or something. and you can hide the Twinkie in my garage. ”

Cle looked over to pope for assurance and he nodded his head.

“Alright you're gonna take a left up here”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Two days had passed since the pogues were staying with me. I ordered groceries to the house so we didnt have to leave, and we had a pretty good routine at this point. Everyone woke up between 9-11, and we all made a big brunch, hanging around the living room reading an and playing games. Then around dinner we all pitched in and sat around the table with lit candles. The nights ended w a smoke sesh and watching a scary movie.

I slept in my own bed, Kie and JJ in my older sisters room, John B and Sarah in my younger sisters room,and Cle and Pope in the guest room.

On the morning of the third day, I stayed in bed longer than usual, scrolling on my phone. I got a notification that Rafe had posted new photos, I clicked on the notification, the first few photos in the dump were just him and the boys fucking around. The fourth picture is what made my heart drop.

“Motherfucker”

a few moments later after staring at the image in disbelief, Sarah barges into my room.

“Let’s not do instagram today” reaching out, she grabs my phone from my hand and looks down to see I’ve already saw the image of rafe and Sofia together on spring break.

“Y/N” she sighs, clicking the phone off and tossing my phone to the other side of the bed.

“It’s fine. Seriously. We’re done with each other so. I don’t care” I shrug and stand up from the bed, walking over to my bathroom.

“‘I’ll be down in a bit.” I say before shutting the door.

When I exit the bathroom, I walk over the my phone astray on my bed.

There were a few missed texts from Sabrina.

so. I would suggest deleting the instagram app for now

are you okay???

alright I think you’ve already seen. Im so sorry.

what a fucking loser bro is wear im kicking his ass when he lands back in Kildare.

I already texted topper telling him off for having such a bad friend

okay he says that she just invited herself on their trip and he thinks rafe only posted that photo to be petty. He said they practically ignore each other every moment of the day except when people are taking pictures.

Idk if any of this is going to make you feel better. I hope you’re alright. I love and miss u so bad

im fine. He’s annoying

i respond, and leave my phone in my room as I go upstairs to find lunch already prepared, mostly everyone eating at this point.

“We were thinking of going down to the water today … around sundown?” John B speaks up when they see me walk in

”sounds good.” I say, with a fake smile, walking over to make myself a plate.

We trudge down to the edge of the water from my backyard, carrying baskets of food. JJ has his hood up and a pair of sunglasses, wearing some kook ass outfit I whipped up for him as his disguise.

Music buzzed through the speaker we brought back, a cloud of smoke surrounding us from the fire pit the boys had started. The sun had fully gone down at this point, and my mood had fathered back to being pissed off at Rafe’s post from earlier.

“So you gonna tell me what’s going on between you and rafe?” JJ says to me, holding out a joint and taking a seat next to me on the sand.

i take it out of his hand and take a drag.

“Dunno what you’re talking about”

I pass it back to him and he rolls his eyes.

”at first, when I noticed you always ended up around him, I thought it was just because he was one of the only kooks you actually knew. Ya know, since your were always with us and stuff. Then the whole thing on the beach the other week happened. I have never EVER seen rafe care about anyone. Not even Sarah. Hell he didnt even flinch to worry about Sarah when I pulled the gun out. Instead he grabbed you and ran away.”

I stared out into the ocean, the breeze blowing my hair into my face.

“What’s your point?” I ask, getting irritated.

“You keep shit so bottled up. Think that’s why we get along so well. We like to drown our problems and fuck around until we find out.”

I grunt and grab the joint out of his hand.

“I was hammered and rafe probably knew I was going to do something stupid if I wasn’t removed from the situation. His best friend is dating my best friend, so he probably just felt obligated to make sure I was fine. Plus it’s rafe fucking cameron for gods sake. Im not the kind of girl he goes for. Sofia is.” I mumble the last part and pass the joint back to JJ, pulling my knees up to my chest.

JJ shoves my arm and flicks my forehead.

”you’re an idiot” he says with a laugh. “You think it’s about you attracting rafe Cameron? That dude has always had the hots for you. He’s just such a Piece of shit he’s never going to be loyal to one girl. That’s just how he is. It’s not your fault at all he wont commit.”

”how do you even know”

he interrupts me with another cackle.

“Why are you keeping up this bit as if you aren’t obviously sleeping with him.” I whip my head and stare at JJ.

“Oh my god did Kie tell you” he smirks and gives me a sly wink

”She only told me because of what happened on the beach that night. When I got back I needed her to tell me everything I missed, and you know when Kie drinks she’s an open book.”

”damn” I grumble. “You don’t hate me?”

“No, I just feel kinda sorry for you.”

”okay fuck you”

”im just saying. Yu’re a special girl. You deserve more than someone who uses you for his own pleasure. I think when you leave for the main land you’ll get what you deserve”

”what if I think this is what I deserve.”

”we accept the love we think we deserve I guess”

”okay Stephen chbosky, I think its time we head back inside.”

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for the ask game: Link your three favorite fics right NOW!!! 🫵🤭

hello sarah, I literally don't remember what ask game this is from LMAO!! okay i don't know if these are my all time favs but here are some fics that have been living in my head rent-free (dbda edition!!) in no particular order:

don't go sharing your devotions (lay all your love on me) by @hephanna

In their attempts to rescue Niko from the Astral Plane, Edwin, Charles, and Crystal accidentally summon a second Charles Rowland from another universe. Charles never gave much thought to whether he'd get along with an alternate universe version of himself. Technically, he should, this Charles was just like him: funny, clever, kind - a dead boy detective. Except, this second version of Charles doesn't seem to know how to keep his bloody hands to himself, and off of Edwin.

this fic just. is insanity in the best way possible. I am thoroughly in love with it and have never been normal ever since I read it

for my soul he made an offer (and to dust again i fell) by @aletterinthenameofsanity

Monty gets up on the interview stage and it doesn’t matter what the other tributes have to say, because Monty tells Caesar Flickerman that the boy he fell in love with is the very Mentor trying to save him from the Arena. It’s a dangerous move, but it just might save Monty’s life in the Arena and his body post-Arena. It might just keep him out of the same deal that Esther made for Edwin. A familiar hand touches Edwin’s wrist backstage. Charles’ hands gently pry Edwin’s fingernails away from the bloody crescents they are carving into his palms. “It was the only way I could protect him,” Edwin says, trying to plead with Charles to understand, because Edwin has to do anything he can to protect just one of his tributes. Charles gives him a small, sympathetic smile. “You could’ve told me.” But Edwin twists his wrist slightly so that Charles isn’t touching him, because he knows where this is going even if Charles does not. He knows whose life lays on the line if this plan fails, and it’s not just Monty’s. (Years ago, the President made Edwin kneel and told him that Charles’ life was forfeit if Edwin ever disobeyed. And he won't risk that, even if it means breaking both of their hearts.)

kenna's victor au my beloved. this fic and every other one in the series has my whole heart. it is so well written and excellent and amazing and I very clearly remember how I felt during and after reading the first chapter and then every chapter since then. also met kenna through this so like. added bonus hehe

gig officially gigged by @laiqualaurelote

“This band is all I have,” Edwin says. “I am not about to sully that with…with feelings.” Picked the wrong band for that, Crystal thinks fatalistically.

A punk drummer, a classically-trained virtuoso guitarist, a kawaii metal bassist and a disgraced child pop star form a band. Musical chaos ensues. Rock band AU Updated with a prequel, in which Edwin plays Welcome To The Black Parade on a train station piano for a complete stranger, starts a band and falls in love (not necessarily in that order).

oh god this fic. this fic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've never fallen in love with a fic quicker I think. human/modern au of allll time. rotating this one forever. just so so sooo well done.

and special shoutout to the ghost of the past that you live in by @tumblerislovetumblerislife bc I adore this fic wholeheartedly <3