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Hii! I have an angst/smut request for Will Smith, but please don’t write this if you're uncomfortable doing so because I know some people are simply because he is on the younger side. Anyway, I was thinking Will, even though he's doing super well as a rookie, he's constantly compared to Macklin, and maybe one night it's just hitting him super hard and he's insecure, thinking that reader might want someone like Mack more than she wants him, and after finally getting him to talk to her, she basically worships him and shows him that she loves him for him, and not anyone else. I’m thinking a slightly sub!Will. Please and thank you!

made this into a kinda blurb thingy... hope that's okay!! and i really hope you enjoy, thank you so much for requesting aaaa i had so much fun writing this 🥰

it was a rough game for will.

not only was it yet another pointless game from his side – the third in a row, even – and he felt like nothing else really worked out for him, either. his passes always ended up on his opponents' sticks, and he had several critical misses in the defense.

macklin, on the other hand, had a great game. two goals plus one assist. and while will should be happy for his close friend having a good game, he just can't. he would never admit it himself, but he's jealous – and even insecure.

will is confident in most parts of his life. he knows he's a fairly good-looking dude (though you disagree – he's unfairly good-looking), he has a lot of friends, he's a great hockey player – and he even has a lovely partner who's open about how much she cares about and loves him. but today, it's like all of that knowledge is washed away. today, everything is terrible.

it doesn't help that the first thing he saw when leaving the locker room after the game was you hugging mack and congratulating him on a good game. the fact that mack looked at you with those puppy eyes of his as you stroked his hair doesn't make the situation better, either.

the game ended up in an overtime loss, at home, and of course will had been on the ice when the sharks surrendered the final goal. it's no surprise to you that he's completely silent as he drives home, and you're not shocked when he drops his hockey bag by the front door and beelines for the bedroom the second you walk inside, either. you decide to give him some time and space, because you know it usually helps. but when he doesn't come out for 30 minutes, you can't help but follow him.

"sweetheart?" you ask as you step into the dark bedroom. the lights may not be on, but you know he's not sleeping yet. you know that his mind is running with replays of every action from the night. "do you want to talk for a bit?"

"what even is there to say?" he groans after a few moments of silence. "i was terrible."

"you weren't terrible," you counter, making your way over to the bed and sitting down next to him. "everyone has bad days. even players as good as you."

"but not players as good as mack."

his words make you frown. "why would you bring him up now?"

"because he's ten times the player i am." despite the complete darkness, you can make out the features of his face; his distinct jawline, his cute nose, his pretty eyes that are staring straight up into the ceiling. "because you'll leave me for someone better."

"excuse me?" you almost choke on the air. "what are you talking about?"

"why would you not want someone like mack? an actually good player, and…"

his words trail off when you lean down a little, caressing his cheek with your hand. "because he's not as gorgeous as you," you whisper, leaning down to give his lips a fleeting peck. "and because he isn't as good of a kisser."

after a longer kiss, will speaks up again. "and how do you know that he's not a good kisser? you ever tried it?"

you're glad to see a smile finally return to his lips, even though it's a teasing grin, and yet you can't help but slap his shoulder playfully. "shut up, i'm trying to be romantic." he holds his hands up in surrender, gaze stuck on you as you climb onto his lap. his arms snake around your waist as he feels your mouth on his yet again, your lips melting against his. "i wouldn't want someone like mack, because he probably doesn't have as sexy of a body as you do," you mumble against him, hands trailing down his front before tugging on the hem of his t-shirt.

he helps you pull it off his body, resting down again with his hands steady on your waist. he inhales shakily, adams apple bobbing in his throat as you trace kisses down his bare chest and muscular stomach.

"his skin isn't as kissable as yours is," you hum, biting down gently on the side of his ribs. "doesn't taste as good as you do." when you scoot down a little, your ass brushes along the hardening length in his pants, and you let out a little chuckle. "shit, are we eager already?" you roll your hips down on him, eyebrows raised.

will watches you with a dazed expression, and it takes him a few seconds too many to register your words. when he does, he lets out a huff of a laugh himself, nodding erratically. "definitely," he says, voice breathless from anticipation, his fingers digging into your sides.

your hands find his zipper, pulling it down almost insanely slowly. "and finally," you continue, eyes finding his again. "he couldn't make me feel as good as you do." you drag his pants down his thighs, his boxers following along, and the cold air makes his erection twitch before your warm palms wrap around him. "no one makes me feel as good as you do. you make me feel so full, you hit every spot deep inside of me, stretch me out so well…"

a shiver shoots down his spine and his eyes flutter closed instantly. as one of your hands lazily strokes him up and down, your other hand lands on his chest as you lean up to be face-to-face with him again. your nose brushes against his once, before you press a featherlight kiss to his lips.

"you gonna make me feel good tonight, baby? in the way only you can?"

there's no way he could say no to that.

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˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖𝖳𝖠𝖪𝖤 𝖨𝖳˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

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pairing ˖ ݁𖥔 dom!chris x virgin!reader

in which you are embarrassed about being a virgin, so your best friend, chris sturniolo, takes that problem away.

TW: smut, unprotected p n v (birth control), oral (received by reader), virginity loss, use of pet names

notes: (y/f/n = your friends name) (color of who’s speaking: y/f/n | y/n | chris | nick | matt)

credits: this story is inspired by @evie-sturns i read hers and wanted to make my own!! please check her out she has AMAZING work!!

a/n: first story!! lemme know what i can do to improve and PLEASE leave requests!! love you!!

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me and triplets have been best friends for over 10 years. but me and chris, we just clicked more.

we tell each other EVERYTHING. the only thing we don’t really talk about is our sex life. i don’t find that a bad thing because i am currently 21 years old and still a virgin.

i’ve always been insecure about it, but i just have never seemed to find a good enough guy.

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me, chris, nick, matt, and y/f/n were sitting in the triplets living room. madi was talking to me about some guy she fucked recently.

“and y/n you know how they make that weird sound when they finish?” y/f/n said ranting on and on.

i responded with a quick “mhm”

i hated talking about it. no one really knows i’m a virgin, but i’ve never talked about fucking a specific guy, so i’m sure they had there suspicions.

she was about to say something else when i got up and walked down the stairs to the front door slamming it behind me.

me and the triplets lived right next door so i walked over to my house.

“go check on her chris” nick says sternly and concerned.

chris got off the couch and walked out the door a little after putting his shoes on and grabbing his phone.

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chris arrived at my house that i shared with y/f/n. he pulled out the key i gave him along with matt and nick.

he unlocked the door and heard small sobs coming from my room. he immediately ran to my door and knocked lightly.

“y/n.. can i come in?”

“yeah..”

chris opened the door and walked in. he expression drop immediately when he sees my tear stained face.

“oh y/n.. what’s wrong sweetheart.”

“i can’t tell you.. you’re gonna laugh at me.”

“i would never.. talk to me”

i hesitated before saying it.

“i’m a virgin.” i blurted out.

chris furrowed his brows in confusion. he looked… shocked.

“wha- you’re a- how?!”

“what do you mean how i’ve never fucked anyone!”

“i know what virgin means but like- you’re gorgeous, how does anyone want to fuck.. you?”

“i mean- i’ve been asked but, i’m just- scared.”

“of what?” chris asked genuinely confused.

“i’m just scared ill suck at it, im scared it’ll hurt, and im scared whoever i actually fuck won’t go easy on me..”

he looked at me with a sorry expression. he didn’t know what to say to that but then he said something that really caught me off guard.

“i can fuck you..?” he says quietly, “just to teach you and so you will have experience.. you know?”

i was taken aback by his words. it’s not that i didn’t want to fuck him, but i didn’t want it to make everything awkward for us.

“chris.. i don’t know. what it make things- awkward.”

“don’t worry about that. think of it as a learning experience.”

i laughed lightly at his words.

“what if i suck at it?”

“you’ll be fine.. don’t worry. just let me make you feel good..”

he leans in but before kissing me he says something.

“do i have your full consent..?”

(never do ANYTHING with ANYONE unless you and they both have FULL consent!)

“mhm..”

he finally closed the gap between us. it started off gentle, but quickly turned into an aggressive kiss. our lips moved in perfect harmony and rhythm. it was like our lips were made for each other.

he pulls my shirt over my head and slides him hand up my back to unclasp my bra.

he looks down at my tits and his mouth falls open.

“fuck, y/n. you’re gorgeous.”

he kisses me again and i smile into the kiss causing him to do the same.

he pulls his shirt off and i look down smirking.

“eyes up here, gorgeous.”

i look up at him with the same smirk on my face. he pulls away from the kiss and starts kissing my neck. i let out a soft moan as he reaches my sweet spot.

he eventually wraps his lips around my right nipple and sucks on it lightly, causing me to moan with pleasure.

with him mouth still around my nipple, he pulls off my shorts. i lift my hips up to make it easier on him.

he moves his mouth off my right nipple and moves onto the left one. i gasp at his sudden movement.

he takes off my panties and moves his month off of me.

“alright i’m gonna stretch you out a little so it won’t be as hard to take me” he says smirking

“you’re so cocky, you know that?”

“i’m just spitting facts..”

he lays me down against my bed and spreads my legs.

“once again.. you’re gorgeous.”

he kissing both of my folds causing me to shutter at his contact.

“you ready?”

“mhm..”

he puts two fingers in my pussy and start doing a ‘come here’ movement.

i moan pretty loudly at this.

“oh fuck.. c-chris..”

chris loved hearing me moan and before he knew it, he was hard. like really hard.

after about 45 seconds of his fingers hitting me in my sweet spot, i can feel a knot forming in lower stomach.

“shit ch-chris.. im gonna c-cum.”

i was a moaning mess. he pulled his fingers out.

“save it for me baby.”

baby. i felt butterflies fly around my stomach.

chris took of his boxers and i could see the bulge in his boxers. i could already tell he was big. he then took of his boxer and his member bounced out. like i said, i knew he was big, but i didn’t know he was that big.

“holy shit chris. that’s not gonna fit in me.”

“you’re really boosting my ego, y/n.”

“shut up.”

he aligns his body with mine.

(we’re in missionary!)

“im gonna go slow, ok..?”

“mhm..”

he spits on his hand and slowly start pumping his hand up and down. soon after he pushes his tip in.

a small whimper escapes his mouth along with mine.

“you good..?”

“y-yeah..”

“ok im gonna keep going, ok? let me know if it hurt or if you need a break.”

i nod my head as he’s pushes more of himself in me. a soft moan escapes my lips.

soon after he’s fully in. he lets me adjust to his size.

“im gonna start ok?”

“mhm..”

he starts pumping in and out slowly causing me to moan pretty loud. he is also moaning too.

“fuck, y/n. you’re so tight..”

he starts pumping faster.

“f-fuck ch-chris.. i’m- not gonna l-last long..”

i say shutting my eyes tight and digging my nails into his shoulder blades.

i feel the familiar knot starting to form. i knew i wasn’t gonna last much longer.

chris could feel my walls close around him and he knew that i was gonna finish along with him.

“me too, baby. me to.”

i was moaning pretty loud at this point. i would be surprised if nick, matt, and y/f/n could hear us.

“you re-ready..?”

“ye-yeah”

and with that, with both finished together. i felt his hot liquid fill me up. our moans were a perfect harmony. i could feel his dick twitch inside of me.

“shit y/n..”

we were both panting and he laid on top of me, his dick still in me.

eventually he pulled out.

“so. how was it.”

“re-really good. thank you.”

“anytime”

he said kissing me one more time.

“let’s get you cleaned up.”

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[night-night-stories-before-bed]

There will be peace when we are done.

Warning ⚠️; slight smut, blood, mention of injuries, loss of limbs.

Pairing; bottom!Gojo Satoru/ Top!Male!Reader

Summary; You refuse to let Satoru die and be used as a weapon just like you refuse to let him fight Sukuna alone.

Note; Yes, I am still in denial. Let my gorgeous king live god damnit he deserves a happy ending. And that is my first smut so be kind :)

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Your hands were shaking with anger after what you just heard. If it wasn't for Satoru’s hand holding your arm you would be punching them all this instant. How dare they propose such an abomination? How heartless could they be toward their friend? Toward Satoru? Or was he never their friend, just a weapon in their eyes?

- “Bullshit! As if I’m going to stand there and let y'all do something like that!” You snapped, feeling Satoru’s hand squeezing your arm tighter. “Satoru is our friend! He is a human being, not a fucking weapon!”

All eyes are on you, shocked by your reaction. You were a chill guy, not someone who was ready to jump at someone's throat like that. Even Shoko had stepped away from you, her face paler than usual.

Maybe it was the pure rage in your eyes or the murderous aura around you, but they all knew you weren't joking. They knew you wouldn't let anything happen to Satoru, was he dead or alive. You were, after all, loyal to your friends to the point you would gladly sacrifice your life for them. But right now? Right now you only stood by Satoru. You never thought any of them would come up with such a plan.

- “While it touched me that you feel this way, Y/N, we need to be prepared for every outcome.” Satoru said, voice calm but without its usual amusement.

- “Over my cold dead body, Satoru.” You replied, turning your head to stare into his blue eyes.

They were empty, tired and you could tell a part of him had given up. So much had happened within a few months. You had lost many friends and more would fall fighting Sukuna, you knew it. You rested your hand on Satoru’s, gently squeezing it.

- “I am not letting you die and I am not letting them use your corpse like a damn puppet.”

You can't tell your words are touching Satoru. His gaze softened as a small smile appeared on his lips, the first since he had been freed from the box.

- “Thanks, but I’ll win. We are just preparing ourselves in case something goes South.”

- “Nothing will go South, you won't die.”

It’s a promise, a vow to him that you won't let Sukuna kill him. You already lost too much to that fucker, you can't lose Satoru too. Not when you still had to admit your feelings for him, not when Megumi had only him left too.

And with that, the small meeting is over.

You have less than a month to prepare for the fight. It is not enough. The kids are not ready. Yuta has still progress to make and Yuji does too. A single mistake and you'll have to watch the children be torn into pieces, a sight your heart wouldn't support.

As you walk to your room, the night already advanced, you realized that Satoru kept walking by your side in silence. His hand was still holding your arm, something you didn't even notice until now. A small frown was painted on Satoru’s soft face and his eyes filled with something you couldn't really name.

Without a world you let Satoru follow you inside your room. From there, you couldn't tell what thing led to the other, but clothes fell to the ground and you quickly found yourself as naked as the day you were born, kissing and touching a naked Satoru.

It was Satoru who pushed you onto the bed, kissing you like his life depended on it. Your hands found his hips, pulling him against you as you explored his body. A scar here, another there. Your fingers traced them as your lips found Satoru’s throat and a gasp left his lips. You switched position, laying Satoru on the bed as you kissed and caressed his body. His hands grabbed your hair and let out soft moans.

Each touch, each kiss was met with a sound coming from Satoru and it was addictive.

You followed Satoru's needs and wants. Sometimes sweets, then rougher. You left little bite marks on his inner thighs and hips, then kissed his chest and jaws. Before long Satoru was a mess, enjoying your attention and the way you seemed to worship his body.

After that, Satoru would follow you every night, joining you in bed. Sometimes it would be slow with you cuddling and cherishing him. You would whisper soft words in his ear as took your time fucking him. On other nights you would be rougher, and harsher, as if it was your last night on Earth.

Your favourite part was watching Satoru riding you as if his life depended on it. Sweating, head throwback, he was the perfect depiction of lust and you were his toy. You never wanted it to end.

But even when you would both collapse exhausted, you never allowed Satoru to leave. You would cuddle and hold him in your arms until he would fall asleep.

The first time you told Satoru you loved him, you were balls deep inside him with your face buried in his neck. It had been enough to make him come untouched under you. You would tell him, whispering those three words in his ear every night, every time he was so close to coming. He would tell them back before falling asleep as he was cradled in your arms.

The others also realized that something was happening between you. While you had kept it a secret, Satoru wasn't very good with that. Neither were you.

Satoru would sit on your lap, pressing his ass against your cock on the first occasion presented. And there was the way he looked at you, with such hunger or softness depending on the day.

And you were always together.

If you were in a room, Satoru would be too. When he trained with the kids, you would sit somewhere and watch. You were hard with Yuta, telling him he wasn't doing enough or working hard enough when he would switch body with Satoru.

It disgusted you. You would see red each time, wanting nothing more than to force the teen out of your lover and beat him even tho it wasn't his fault. You still didn't agree with the plan and refused to accept it. Each time it was Satoru who calmed your nerves by wrapping himself around your shoulders and making bad jokes. But the second you would be alone, he would hug you and thank you before asking you to spare Yuta from your wraith. How could you resist him and his blue eyes?

Each time you would end up excusing yourself to Yuta even tho you both knew you would snap again.

And finally the Eve of the fight arrived.

That night, no sex. You lay in bed, cuddling each other. Satoru rested his head on your chest, his naked body pressed against yours. You could feel his heart racing in his chest just like yours. You both knew how dangerous the battle was going to be and that not everyone was going to make it. You had promised to not let him die, even if it cost you your life. That was something Satoru hated to think about, but he had nothing to say because you had agreed to let him fight alone. Until you judged the situation to be too bad.

And how right you were going to be.

The battle was a bloody mess. You were left tense and on your toes with each attack, the two men sent to the other. More than once you almost jumped to join Satoru, but resisted, seeing he was fine. When he lost his arm, you lost the little calm you had left. Heart racing, you could only watch him heal himself.

And then he won. Relief flooded you as he stood victorious until you noticed something wrong with Sukuna. Then you knew. Fast, you ran to Satoru and swung him off the ground as you jumped away just in time before pain exploded in your left leg. You heard gasps coming from the kids and other sorcerers while Satoru cursed in your ear. As you landed away, only one of your feet touched the ground. Looking behind you, you saw half your leg lying on the ground in a poodle of blood.

The rest of the fight was a bit of a blur. You obviously healed yourself and returned to the fight. Like the boss of a video game, Sukuna entered a second phase as he took his original form. The battle was long, yet Satoru and you always stayed close to each other. You had to watch your friends die one after the other or get severely injured.

Until Sukuna was down and Megumi finally free.

The first thing you did as victory was yours was to grab Satoru by the waist and kiss him. Your lips pressed hard against his and he kissed you as hard, like a man drowning at sea. You heard gasps and laughs but didn't care. You smiled and held him tightly in your arms.

It was over, finally. Megumi was free, Yuta had killed Kenjaku and Geto could finally rest in peace.

You pressed your forehead against Satoru’s, smiling tiredly.

- “I love you.” Satoru whispered as he plunged his blue eyes into yours, your fingers tracing his new scars. “I love you so much.”

- “So do I. I don't think I would have survived if that attack had taken you down.” You said as Satoru nodded, closing his eyes and just enjoying your embrace.

You could imagine his body cut in half, guts and blood everywhere. The thought brought tears to your eyes and you closed them, kissing Satoru again. But it didn't happen. Satoru was alive, his warm body in your arms was the proof of it.

You laughed when you heard Megumi tell you to get a room before three pairs of arms wrapped around you and Satoru. You smiled as you and Satoru hugged the kids back.

Yes. It was over and there was finally peace. You shared another look with Satoru, his eyes filled with love and gratitude. You knew this was just a new beginning.

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Fic Rec: Series!

Welcome to April, and no fooling, we have 10 amazing series for you -- and I don't even know how many fics between them! To quote Harry:

Anyways, as usual -- please read, reblog, kudos, comment, show the love, and look out for the next category!

Vexxieverse by SomeDovesFly/@somedovesfly (616774, Explicit, Niall Horan/Zayn Malik/Liam Payne/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Fluff in handcuffs! Healthy bdsm and poly relationship

Reccer says: It's full of trust and love, and shows healthy dynamics both for a polycule and a BDSM relationship

The Duke and the Poor Sods Who Work For Him by LadyLondonderry/@londonfoginacup (8683, Teen, Multi) – fic post

Duke Louis decides he needs a hermit for his woods and his long suffering butler Liam must find one for him. Also, Duke Louis tries to woo tailor Harry in increasingly desperate but unhinged ways.

Reccer says: This series was so hilarious and unhinged and I loved every word of it!

where the lights are beautiful by twoshipsdrifting/@polkadotlou (48935, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post Warnings: Dubcon due to omegaverse heat

An omegaverse, accidental bonding fic where alpha Harry has the wrong idea about omega Louis

Reccer says: This fic makes me cry every time I reread it when Louis' thoughts just hurt in the best way. And the continuing series of fics adds amazing depth and insight to the first fic.

stand on holy ground by wishingforloushair/@wishingforloushair (17322, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: religious themes, debauchery in the church

harry is a priest and louis is a sinner who goes to harry for guidance. they also fuck.

Reccer says: this fic series taught me how to pray the rosary. no i am not kidding. i don’t think id be able to do it right now but i know how to do it!

Please Remain on the Line by fckingfreakshow (24441, Not Rated, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

harry’s looking for love, or at the very least a date that doesn’t make him want to walk off the brooklyn bridge. his friends call him a serial dater, but he prefers romantically persistent. he believes in the process and sometimes, you gotta kiss a few toads and pay sketchy astrology sites for the answers. what he really wants is simple. someone fun, who keeps him on his toes, who doesn’t take themselves too seriously. someone who’ll flirt shamelessly, make him laugh, maybe even whisper sweet nothings into his ear… he just didn’t expect the last part to be so…literal.

Reccer says: Killer banter. Unique concept. Disaster gay Harry. It’s so, so fun.

Down the Line by sunflouwerhabit/@sunflouwerhabit (280000, General, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Star shortstop Louis Tomlinson only finds solace between the white-chalk lines of a baseball diamond, until Harry Styles- the absolute bane of his existence and (probably) the worst pitcher in Major League Baseball- becomes an overnight sensation in the city Louis calls home.

Reccer says: (Almost) one million words about baseball and Harry and Louis. Brilliant OT5 rep. The most exciting fic(s) ever written about Ohio. Brilliant, devastating writing.

Come As You Are by Stylinsoncity/@stylinsoncity (77439, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

louis is a professor of literature at oxford and harry is his newest and most eager protege. both are caught in a story about forbidden love, loss and second chances, in which one is on the brink of heartbreak and the other comes along when he's needed most.

Reccer says: Forever and always in my top 5. Searingly, achingly gorgeous writing.

All in the Golden Afternoon by Leighllbealright /@leighllbealright (126040, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

When Louis Tomlinson needed to find a new preschool for his daughter, he wasn't expecting the one across the street to be everything he and Goldie ever needed. Or: the one where Louis is closed off, Harry is the weirdest person ever, and Gemma may as well be a psychic.

Reccer says: A brilliant found family fic. Quirky but real characters.

1957: Here to Take My Medicine by Zita17/@louisandtheaquarian (2657, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Beat poets Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles blow off some steam before a reading. Very loosely inspired by Howl, Ginsberg, Cassady, Kerouac, and the asterisks in Medicine.

Reccer says: This fic (and the other 4 in the series) are intense historical studies/smut. Cannot stop thinking about them!

Bitter Ends Turn Sweet by Allwaswell16 /@allwaswell16 (30164, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

It had been four years since Harry first heard the song his ex wrote about him and far longer since they broke up. He forgave Louis long ago, and now his life was focused on his career, his family, and especially his son, Max. But Louis was back in Chicago, after all this time, and he’s not an easy man to ignore.

Reccer says: It’s so rare that a famous/non-famous love story ends before it begins. I love that this fic goes there!

[jjkamochoso]

Okay guys I screwed this up yesterday!! This was a request from @killuagirly and was originally an ask but I accidentally posted it unfinished instead of saving as a draft and had to delete it lol SO here's the request: "Another Feitan request! Feitan with a Female Reader who's dying to 'pretty him up'! He's already gorgeous as is of course, but wouldn't it be so fun to do a morning & nightly routine with him? If she's lucky, Feitan will let her paint his nails! He goes for black when she asks what color he'd like, but maybe with a little pink heart on each ring finger! He wouldn't mind that much, so long as the Troupe doesn't see of course. He'd never hear the end of it."

Here's my answer to the ask: I loved this so much😭❤️ thank you for always bringing me your Feitan ideas, I absolutely love writing for this man🥺❤️ I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!!🫶

And finally, here's the fic:

Pretty in Portor

Fluff

Feitan Portor x f!reader

Warnings: slight mentions of violence

Feitan had no clue how he got so easily persuaded by you. It was like you put a spell on him or used some sort of crazy Nen technique to manipulate his actions. Of course, he knew that wasn’t the case—

He just really, really loved you.

That’s why he found himself in your room in the hideout of whatever city the Phantom Troupe had business in this time, wearing a fluffy headband pulling back his bangs while you applied a face mask to his pale skin. You already had your own on, sporting a fluffy headband matching his.

“Why you no ask Machi or Shizuku, even Pakunoda, to do this?”

“They’re not into this kind of stuff,” you whined.

“And I am?” he questioned, prompting you to jokingly swat at him. “You bring in water? I no going out to bathroom to wash off.”

“Of course. I’m not a monster,” you replied. “I won’t make you too uncomfortable as you so sweetly partake in my nightly routine with me.”

“Too late,” he grumbled, earning a gentle flick of the forehead.

After you both rinsed off the mask, you rummaged through your belongings to find the rest of your skincare items. You laid them out on the bed, all of the foreign labels piquing Feitan’s interest.

“What this?” he asked, picking up a small jar.

“I was just looking for that! Thank you,” you said as he handed it to you. “It’s exfoliation for your lips. It gets all the dead skin off and makes them smooth. You want some?”

“Looks sticky. Absolutely not.”

“Your loss.” You giggled mischievously before your voice gained a flirty tone. “You know, if you ever wanna kiss anyone, this is a great way to make sure your lips are smooth.”

Feitan glared at you mercilessly. “Don’t say stupid things.”

“Just a suggestion!” you exclaimed, putting your hands up in defense. You put some of the product on your lips and scrubbed with your finger, taking care to get your lips nice and soft. Feitan busied himself with looking at your array of items, thinking your words over and trying not to blush. His eyes trailed up, sneaking a glance at the way your finger ran over your now moisturized lips as his mind filled with what they might feel like against his own…

He quickly went back to his reading of ingredients on whatever bottle he picked up, trying to shake those thoughts out of his head. You were none the wiser of what he was thinking about, though you couldn’t help but notice that Feitan was a little too engrossed in the bottle of serum he was holding, especially after his not-so-subtle peek at you just a minute ago. You wondered if maybe that could mean he felt the same about you that you did about him? You hadn’t a clue and it didn’t help to ponder over questions you were sure you��d never have answers to, so you picked up a bottle of nail polish to forget your worries for the moment.

“You want your nails done too?” you asked.

“Only if you have black,” he snorted, figuring your girly, pink loving self wouldn’t be caught dead in black nail polish. To his horror, you procured a bottle of his color request and held it up.

“Perfect! I’ll do yours after I do mine.”

Feitan wanted to protest, but knew it was no use. He was a man of his word, after all, so he sat quietly, mindlessly flipping through a book he had brought into your room as you began to paint your nails.

“All done,” you had said after a few minutes. “Your turn!”

Feitan groaned but sat across from you anyway.

“Hand, please,” you told him. He held out his left hand first and you went to work, but not before he almost shivered at the skin-on-skin contact. When both hands were done, two coats of polish and one layer of lotion later, Feitan was impressed with the end result. He had to admit, he was a fan of the dark color contrasting against his skin.

“They look so pretty!” you gushed, fawning over the great job you did with his nails. You grasped his fingers and turned them every which way, inspecting them closely. They looked nice, sure, but they were missing something.

Your eyes lit up. “I know! I can paint a little heart on one of the nails.”

“Anatomical?” He smiled darkly. “Bloody?”

You screwed your nose up in disgust. “No, I was thinking something more like this.”

You picked up a small brush, used for creating tiny details, and dipped it into the pink polish bottle. You then carefully made a few strokes over each of his pinky nails, drawing a dainty heart on each one.

“There,” you said triumphantly. Feitan looked at his nails, confused at how he should feel. On one hand, it was sweet of you to include him in your hobbies and enthusiastically make him participate, but on the other hand, how could you not see how wildly ironic it was, painting cutesy hearts on the nails of a sadistic torturer? The same nails that were normally inflicting pain and misery, caked in blood and other bodily fluids, were now covered in nail polish and sweet smelling lotion, being treated with a tenderness he forgot he had craved for so long. Unfortunately, because there was a “no fighting your fellow Troupe members” rule, Feitan wouldn’t dare to walk out of your room with the nail art; he couldn’t bear the idea of being teased to no end and not being able to shut the person up with violence.

“Tch. Cover it with paint. I no need anyone seeing this.”

“Aww Fei, are you sure?” you pouted. “But you look adorable!”

“No want to look adorable when killing someone. That your job.”

You giggled as you opened the black polish bottle again while the man quickly looked away, trying to hide his sheepishness at the compliment he inadvertently gave you. Now that your last minute art additions were covered, it made it even more special to him. He loved knowing he had your heart, a little piece of you, hidden away in a place only he knew of.

“This is more your style anyway,” you said, smiling softly at his plain black nails. You were about to put the polish back in your bag but before you could do anything, Feitan stopped you.

“Wait. Sit.”

You obliged, curious to know what he was up to. Feitan himself seemed surprised that he spoke up, but nevertheless continued.

“Choose color and give me brush.”

Your stomach fluttered with excitement when you realized he was going to do some nail art on you as well.

“I’ll do black,” you said, “that way we’ll match each other.”

“Gross,” he muttered, feeling his cheeks warm as he studied your splayed out hands in front of him, not daring to peek at your gorgeous face in his flustered state. He busied himself with the brush, starting his art. You decided to wait until he was done before looking at your nails to keep it a surprise. Your eyelashes fluttered closed, enjoying the relaxing atmosphere. Feitan, now finished, was going to question why you hadn’t said anything yet but he looked up to see your shut eyes. You looked so peaceful that he wouldn’t be surprised if you were asleep. His gaze darted down to your lips, the skin softer than ever after your exfoliation, and he was so terribly tempted to kiss you. He stared you down, deathly still as he took this time to inspect all of your pretty facial features while he knew for sure you wouldn’t catch him doing so.

“Feitan,” you whispered, his skin erupting in goosebumps at the way you said his name, “are you all done?”

He wanted to say no, have you all to himself as he continued to commit your every fine line and curve of your expression to his memory, but as selfish of a man he was, he didn’t want to make you wait to see his work any longer.

“Open eyes.”

You did what he said, but instead of your nails, your vision was filled with the handsome face of the man you adored to no end.

“So pretty,” you breathed out, getting lost in his gray eyes.

“You haven’t seen nails yet, idiot,” he chided, wishing the acid in his stomach could dissolve the butterflies flying around in it.

“Hmm? Yeah, you’re right,” you replied, finally examining his artistry. You gasped with delight at what you saw. Feitan had drawn a skull, similar to the one on his cowl, on each of your ring fingers.

“They’re perfect! Feitan, I love it! Thank you!” you exclaimed. He was about to answer you but was dumbstruck when you planted a kiss at the corner of his lips before bringing him into a bone crushing hug.

“I’m just so excited! We look so good!” you continued, eventually pulling away from him with a big smile. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to show everyone!”

You ran off, your bunny slippers thumping against the hard floor. Feitan brought his polished fingers to his face where they rested against the spot you had just kissed, letting a lovestruck grin rest on his face.

Your lips were even softer than he dreamed of.

[jealousjealousgurlll]

First time

Imagine your first with Luigi.

Based on junior year in college (3rd year)

Summary: Details of how you lose your virginity with your bf Luigi

Pairing: Luigi Mangione x virgingf reader

Minors do not interact!

Warnings: smut, loss of virginity, discomfort and pain

-Are you sure?

You’ve been dating Luigi for 9 months, the most intimate you guys have been is making out. One day while sitting in his lap studying in his dorm you mentioned that you are ready to have sex. Luigi was flabbergasted asking you repeatedly “are you sure?” In your heart, you felt sure and especially with Luigi. He made you feel so comfortable, when you told him you were a virgin he didn’t have a negative reaction (yes the bar is hell) however he made you feel loved and provided a sense of safety in this crazy world.

-Arrangement

A few weeks prior to your conversation about having sex with Lu, he booked a hotel off campus for the weekend. He also did research on female pleasure reading various books, made a reddit post and considered all of the tips that were given . He really wants your first time to be magical and hopefully not too painful.

-Today is the day!

Friday night you guys arrived at the hotel. You were extremely excited to be intimate with Luigi. Walking up to the room, Luigi held your hand so tight. His palms were sweating due to overthinking about this entirely. Before picking you up, he set up the hotel room with candles, roses trailing the floor and on the bed and white balloons. When walking you gasped out of shock “ All of this for me??!!” Luigi laughed and embraced you into a kiss.

-3……

Luigi asked you to change into a beautiful black negligee. You changed into the bathroom, Luigi briefly read some notes he took from the book he read. Walking out with the negligee, Luigi’s mouth dropped, adoring how beautiful you looked “You are so gorgeous baby” he took your hand to spin you around. You felt so admired and beautiful. “I hate I am going to take this off of you soon”. 

-2

You laid down on the bed looking up at him in admiration. Hooving over you he placed a kiss on your lips. “I love you” he said softly, reciprocating that you said “I love you too Lulu”. The staring match you had with him, he broke off by looking to the right, to be honest he was nervous on how he would perform. Before anything, Luigi explained a few things from him using a condom, there are tissues on the nightstand and “If you feel this is too much just say the word apple and I will stop”. You nod, confirming you understand everything.

-.....1!

Luigi first started to perform oral sex, removing your panties to reveal your wet cunt. He softly used his tongue so you can adjust to the feeling. Sucking your throbbing clit, you started to whimper “yes Luigi”, you placed on his hand stroking his curls. The oral sex you received felt amazing and he was so gentle with you. After you had your first orgasm, you guys took a miniature break. Luigi asked intensively, “Was everything alright? Did I hurt you honey? You shook your head, as you took a sip of water. Going back to position, he started to finger you, you screamed when his index finger entered you. He was hoping by fingering you it can somewhat “open” you so the actual penetration wouldn’t be so painful. Slowly but surely he inserted a second finger in you when you were “adjusted”. Your body was stiff and you began to sweat, hopefully he didn't notice. He played with your clit a few more times to which made you whimper even more. 

“Does this feel good sweetheart?” Luigi asked.

“Not really but please don’t stop”. You responded.

Luigi hearing this didn’t feel good made him sad, he just wants to make you feel good:(.

-Penetration 

After being fingered for sometime, you told him you were ready for “him”.

Taking another short break, Luigi pulled out his boxers and put on a condom.

Seeing how large he was only shocked you of how will “that” fit into “this”. He pulled your body down to the edge, before entering inside you he asked “What is the code word to stop baby?”

“It's apple”, he shook his head feeling a tad bit more confident. He sloooowly enters a little more than his tip into you, causing you to yell. “APPLE” he immediately pulls and panically asks  “Did I hurt you honey?”

You shook your head yes, which he asked if you rathered be fingered. You agreed so he went back to fingering you, maintaining eye contact, he then entered two fingers into your. His fingers felt amazing, he was happy to see the once distressed face have a small smile. When your second orgasm hit, you asked him if he wanted head 

“No not tonight it’s all about you sweetheart”. Laughing at his response, you wanted to try penetration one more time. 

Luigi applied lube onto himself and made sure to enter ONLY his tip. The pain of the new feeling was still there, trying not to yell out you gripped the bedsheets for support.  Luigi asked if you wanted to stop but you insisted on keeping going. After about 8 strokes, Luigi entered you slightly further which tears started to form in your eyes. The tears were from a mixture of discomfort and pleasure, Lu also rubbed your clit which felt great. 

“You feel amazing honeybun” Luigi praised you, he was really enjoying this to the point he was moaning himself. Despite only taking half of his “length” you had a small orgasm and he finished in the condom.

-Aftercare

Your legs and waist felt extremely sore, hard to move. Luigi noticed this and assisted whatever you needed he would do. Such a sweetheart you thought. He carried you to the bathroom to pee after peeing he sat you on the bathroom sink. He kissed your forehead and praised you “I am so proud of you”.

“Thank you, you are so kind to me”

“Cmonn, I am your boyfriend it would be a shame if I wasn’t”.

Tears of happiness started to dwell in your eyes, finding someone who treats you with the utmost respect. You read posts about numerous horror stories of losing your virginity and were terrified you would lose it to a loser who doesn’t care about you. That wasn’t the case for you, Luigi wiped your eyes and reassured you everything will be okay. You asked if he can run a bath for you which he immediately turned on the warm water and added soap to make bubbles. He then sat you in the water, the warm water felt amazing on your body. Sitting besides you and Luigi talking about any and everything, he cupped his hand to let the warm water run on your back. He kissed once again telling you “I love you”.

You told “I love you too, my lu-bear”

-Aftercare to falling asleep

After the bath, Luigi helped you change into your pajamas, carrying you to the bed bridal style. He also pushed the flowers to the edge of the bed. He turned on the tv for you and you did some channel surfing. Luigi took a shower, when he came out of the shower he crawled in bed with you. His hair was wet and he shaved the stubble off his face. 

Your eyes began to feel heavy, laying in Luigi’s chest you slowly drifted asleep. Luigi was reading a book, when he realized you fell asleep he kissed your forehead and he then fell asleep.

[masterjedilenawrites]

What Happened Last Night

Fives wakes up on New Year's Day with no recollection of the night before. Shenanigans ensue as he goes on a quest to piece together what exactly he and his brothers got up to on New Year's Eve.

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Part One - 9:00 AM

Fives x fem!S/O | 3.6k words

Content: drinking, drunkenness, hangovers and related symptoms, memory loss, sexual references, cursing

Note: This is another classic case of starting out with a short one shot and ending up with the first part of a who-knows-how-long series. 🤦‍♀️ I just really liked the idea of Fives and co. getting caught up in a Hangover plot okay.

Fives opened his eyes and was immediately met with sunlight. Gorgeous rays were streaming through tilted blinds into the bedroom, warming up the spots it touched just enough to almost forget it was the dead of winter. But Fives wasn't able to appreciate any of the beauty or warmth of the morning. It was New Year's Day, and he was unfortunately, regrettably, painfully... hungover.

He scrunched his eyes back shut and groaned. His head was throbbing and he felt like he was spinning even though he could also feel a solid mattress beneath him. Gods, he couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten this drunk. In fact, he couldn't really remember anything. He brought a hand up to massage his forehead, as if that might jog some memories loose. Nope. The entire night was a blank.

He had gone to a party. That much he knew. In a stroke of good fate, their shore leave happened to fall during Coruscant's New Year and Rex had been in good enough spirits to allow most of the unit to go out and celebrate. He vaguely remembered getting ready for it. Slicking back his hair, putting on his one nice coat. Blindly, he patted his hands across his chest and only felt the cotton of his T-shirt. He didn't remember taking off his coat. He didn't remember the party. Who was there, what it looked like, how in the hell he got from there to... wait, where was he?

He rolled over a bit, away from that blinding light. The movement made him nauseous so he took a moment to compose himself before cracking open an eye to peek at his surroundings. He was in a bed, in a tangle of white sheets, a large pink duvet bunched up on the floor. The rest of the room was similarly decorated, pink and white. Very soft. Very feminine.

Oh. He made himself sit up, careful to not trigger any dizzy spells, and rubbed at his eyes to better see through the sudden light. No one else was in the room, though there were sounds of a shower turning off through a cracked door just to his left. He hadn't even noticed before. His mind felt like it was in a haze, and the more he tried to recall any of the events that led him here, the fiercer his headache became.

There were worse places to wake up, he tried to comfort himself. He went home with a girl, likely someone he met at the party. Nothing out of the ordinary there. But it was maddening to not remember. Had he really drank that much? He could have said things, done something stupid, made a mess without realizing. He hated the feeling of not knowing.

The bathroom door cracked open. Fives braced himself for the emerging figure, trying to come across as nonchalant when in reality he was on edge, ready to spring into action, and also desperately trying to hold down either a burp or the contents of his stomach. He wasn't sure which would come out if he opened his mouth, and he wasn't about to find out in front of whoever he'd spent the night with.

But it turned out his anxiety was unwarranted, as the person who emerged from the steam of the bathroom was simply one of his brothers, Hardcase. 

"Oh good, it's just you." The lump in his throat settled and Fives let out a relieved breath.

Hardcase's bottom half was wrapped in a towel and a toothbrush was sticking out of his mouth. He gave Fives a lazy salute as he padded across the room and started opening drawers.

"Wait..." Fives's hungover brain was just starting to come to its senses. "It's you. What are you doing here?"

Hardcase shoved a drawer shut and pulled open another with a shrug. "Dunno," he mumbled around the toothbrush.

"And where even is here?"

"Dunno."

Fives started scooting himself out of the bed, vaguely aware that his own bottom half was only clothed in briefs. He rubbed at his temple and looked around again at the unfamiliar place. How did he end up in this strange bedroom with Hardcase of all people? Nothing was making sense.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Fives now stood, looking more steady than he felt, and frowned as his brother continued rummaging.

Hardcase held up a finger. He took out the toothbrush, threw his head back and gargled whatever was in his mouth, then swallowed and looked back at Fives with his classic crazed grin. "Massive hangover, man. Can't remember a thing."

Fives could only shake his head and mumble, "that was disgusting." His own head was throbbing, so thinking through Hardcase's words wasn't coming easily.

"Ah!" Hardcase had opened one of the bureau's bottom drawers and seemed to find what he was looking for. A pair of baggy sweatpants. Though they were in a rather feminine cream color and hugged very tightly to Hardcase's thighs. And through the pale fabric in the front... well, it was obvious he was "going commando." Fives sighed.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Hardcase bent back over the drawer and fished out what looked like small black leggings. He held them up in front of Fives and pulled at the waist.

"These might fit if you stretch them a bit."

Fives swatted them out of his hands. "Where are we?" he demanded.

Hardcase remained unfazed. "I told you, I don't know."

"Then whose pants are these? And that toothbrush?"

Hardcase looked at the toothbrush as if he just realized he was holding it. He turned it in his hand a few times, inspecting, and then shrugged. "Dunno."

Fives threw his head back incredulously. "Oh my god, then why are you using it?"

Hardcase was already walking away, clearly bored with the exchange already, despite only making Fives even more confused than he was a mere minute previously. "We're in a lady's house. I can't be having morning breath around a lady."

He shook his head as if it was the most obvious thing. He opened another door, out into what seemed to be the main area of the home. Fives did one last look about, mainly to see if his pants or coat were laying around anywhere, but the only clothing in sight was the pair of leggings left on the floor. Fives glowered at them and then went after Hardcase.

"And where exactly is this lady?" he asked, emerging into the next room. It was somehow brighter than the bedroom. Fives paused in the doorway to adjust, cursing himself the whole time. Never again would he have another drink. Ever.

When it no longer hurt to keep his eyes open, Fives moved deeper into the room. It was a nice, open living area, sort of like a loft. Sofas and chairs were arranged around a rug in the middle. Large windows were along the closest wall, overlooking the city. Fives relaxed just a little. He was still in the city; there was one concern crossed off.

Across the living area, the wood floor raised up a step and into a kitchen with a long island counter. The whole place was very tastefully decorated, and apart from random objects strewn all about the floors, indicating some sort of activities occurred the night before, it was relatively clean and neat. Fives stepped over an empty liquor bottle and a shoe, and intended to join Hardcase in the kitchen before something stirred on one of the couches and caught his attention.

"Is that... Tup?"

His poor brother was sprawled belly down on the couch with an arm and leg dangling off, hair tangled across his face, and a bright red gown draped sideways over his bum, which Fives could only hope wasn't bare. Tup shifted his arm to cushion it under his head and continued to sleep.

Hardcase barked out a laugh as he opened the fridge. "Yeah. Little dude's gonna freak when he wakes."

Fives sighed. "Let me do the talking. Ease him into it. I can't handle panic right now."

He saddled up to the counter, resting bare arms against the cool marble. "You haven't seen her? Whoever lives here?" he tried asking again.

Hardcase emerged from the fridge with a carton of eggs and some orange juice. "No. I woke up and it was just us. Maybe she went to get coffee."

"Maybe we broke in. Who leaves a bunch of strange men alone in their home?"

"Nah. Probably met her at that party. Came back to her place, showed her a good time. Don't know why you came along, though," Hardcase frowned at the thought. "I mean, Tup was obviously all alone and just needed a place to crash. But you couldn't land anybody?"

Fives's face screwed up in offense. "Uh, why is that assumption? Maybe she brought me back and you were the third wheel?"

Hardcase only shot him a look before chugging back the orange juice. Straight out of the carton.

"I was in her bed..." Fives offered more evidence. He wasn't sure why it mattered to him so much.

Hardcase finished the OJ and let out a burp. "I woke up on the floor next to her bra."

There was groaning and rustling from behind. Fives peered over his shoulder and saw Tup starting to sit himself up on the sofa.

"Or hey, maybe it was Tup," Hardcase said with a laugh. "He's snuggling with the girl's dress."

Fives pushed off the counter and went over to his other brother. He sat on the edge of the wooden coffee table as Tup leaned back into the sofa, groggy and surrounded by the tule of the red dress. He didn't seem to notice, blinking blearily through messy strands of hair as he came to.

"Heyyy Tup," Fives cooed softly. "How're you feeling, buddy?"

"What did you do to me?" Tup whispered, his voice all gravely.

"Aw, come on, you had a great time last night. Don't you remember?"

Tup rubbed at one of his eyes. He looked so grumpy. "No. I don't remember anything."

Fives patted his knee. "Ah, you'll come around soon enough. Don't you worry."

A loud clanking came from the kitchen, and then the sounds of sizzling. Fives whipped his head around to glare at Hardcase.

"Making yourself right at home, aren't you?" he barked at him.

"What? I'm hungry! She's taking too long to get back."

"She?" Tup spoke. The commotion seemed to have jarred Tup from his stupor. His previously groggy eyes started to focus, first narrowing in on the sight of a shirtless Hardcase frying eggs, and then darting about the strange room.

"What... Where..."

"Hey, it's okay, don't worry," Fives hastily tried to get Tup's attention back. "You know Hardcase. He's just being an ass."

"I heard that!" Hardcase sang.

Fives pretended not to hear him. "Don't worry about it."

Tup's eyes locked in on Fives's with a scowl. "Why do you keep saying that? What shouldn't I worry about? What's going on?"

Tup scooted himself forward to stand and noticed the dress he was wrapped up in. Confused and maybe a bit horrified, he wrestled with the fabric trying to push it off.

"Hey, hey," Fives got up but Tup's flailing movements made it hard for him to help. Eventually his brother got himself untangled from the thing and he stood in a puddle of the fabric looking like a wild animal. The one bright side was that Fives could now see he did, thankfully, have underwear on.

Tup's panting suddenly quieted. He brought a hand to his mouth. "I'm gonna be sick," he mumbled.

Hardcase pointed to the corner opposite the bedroom door. "There's a bathroom over here!"

Tup made a run for it, impressively hopping over the various clothes, beer bottles, and other items all along the way. Fives recognized his pair of pants among them and happily scooped them up. His coat, however, was still MIA. He could never have nice things, could he.

"Egg?" asked Hardcase when Fives joined him again in the kitchen. He'd fried the entire carton and had already eaten half.

Fives ignored him and walked up to the fridge. A calendar was pinned to one side, though nothing to indicate the owner had any plans scheduled on this New Year's Day. On the other side hung several photos, different groups of girls at various events. Fives studied them for a moment until he picked out the one who was in all of them. Seeing her smiling face gave him an odd sense of déjà vu, but still no real memories.

"That's her!" Hardcase suddenly exclaimed by his ear. The clone tapped his finger by a girl with red curly hair.

"I'm pretty sure it's this one..." Fives tried saying but Hardcase was shaking his head.

"No, I remember the color red. It has to be her."

"You sure you aren't thinking of that red dress over there?"

Hardcase was still shaking his head, his eyes looking elsewhere as he tried in vain to remember more. Fives briefly wondered how it was possible all three of them could have such a hard time recalling the events of the night, and then Tup emerged from the bathroom.

He was looking a little better. Color had returned to his skin and he'd pulled his hair back into a ponytail so his full face was bare. Fives and Hardcase choked at the same time. Just underneath his right eye was a small tattoo in the shape of a teardrop, just like the design on his helmet. The skin around it was still red.

"What?" Tup questioned their reaction.

Fives exchanged a look with Hardcase before answering. "You uh... didn't look at yourself in the mirror in there?"

And just like that the color drained from Tup's face once more. "There was no mirror. Why?"

Fives tried to play it off. "No reason. Don't worry about it."

Tup frantically looked about the room and found a mirror hanging above a shoe rack in the front entryway. He rushed over and yelped.

"No no no no no," he whined over and over, rubbing at the tattoo to try to make it go away.

Hardcase started snickering and Fives elbowed him.

"What? Oh come on, that shit is funny."

Fives looked back over at Tup as he continued to bemoan his reflection in nothing but his underwear. He'd never wanted to get tattoos like the rest of them. One of his old batch mates had painted the teardrop on his helmet as a joke, calling him a crybaby. Now he'd forever carry that symbol, right there on the bag beneath his eye. Fives's lips couldn't help but twitch, and soon he was chuckling too.

"This isn't funny!" Tup moaned back at them. "You two are the worst."

"Don't look at me." Hardcase held his hands up. "I didn't make you do that. I don't think."

"What do you mean you don't think?" Tup finally turned away from the mirror and leveled a hard look at him.

Fives stepped in. "Look, we're having a hard time remembering things, too, okay. It's been a rough morning."

"You don't remember. Oh that's convenient." Tup let out an incredulous huff.

"It's true," nodded Hardcase. "We must've had some night to get this hungover."

"Hungover? Are you sure we weren't drugged? This is insane."

With that, Tup went back to fretting in the mirror. Fives sighed and rubbed his temples. His headache was still there, not as sharp and painful, but nonetheless an annoying backdrop to everything else he had to deal with. He tried not to focus on it, or on the sickly smell of fried eggs that still hung in the air.

He was just starting to think they should clean up the place and then leave, get back to base before Rex could get too angry, when the front door by Tup opened. He froze in surprise at the woman who entered.

"Hi there," she said with a smirk. Tup only stared back in response, his hand still hovering by his tattoo. She motioned toward it. "You're really irritating it. I have some balm you can use to calm it down."

Fives and Hardcase inched forward. It was the girl from the photo, the one Fives had noticed. Seeing her in person, hearing her voice, brought back a few fuzzy memories. A dance floor. Champagne glasses. Laughter ringing out across empty streets.

She made eye contact with him - him, he noted, not Hardcase - and stepped into the living room.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey... you," he replied, trying to give off an easygoing smile.

She was clearly amused by his response, but then her eyes slipped over to Hardcase and she frowned.

"Are those my sweatpants?" Her eyes flicked downward and back up real quick. "And no underwear?"

Hardcase wiggled his eyebrows.

"Ugh. They're yours now."

Fives noticed she had a coat folded across her arms. His coat. Thank the gods it hadn't been lost.

"Is that...?" he pointed to it.

"Oh, yeah, I told you I'd get it cleaned for you."

She gently untucked her arm and held it out for him. He must have shown some of his confusion as she then smirked again. "I knocked your wine onto your sleeve?"

He shook his head, not remembering.

"So you weren't out getting coffee," Hardcase grumbled beside him.

"First cupboard on the left," the girl pointed into the kitchen.

Fives looked down at his coat almost reverently. It was the first time it'd been cleaned since he'd gotten it. It felt soft, like new. He looked back up at her and swallowed the weird lump that had suddenly formed in his throat.

"Thank you..." his voice trailed off, still unable to place her name. She laughed.

"It'll come to you."

"Um, excuse me," Tup shuffled over, awkwardly hugging his arms across his bare chest. When the girl turned to him, he shrunk back a step. Whatever distress he felt over his tattoo was now overridden by bashfulness.

"Have you seen my clothes? I think these are Hardcase's." He kicked at a pile on the floor; the rest of the clothes strewn about were dresses and high heels.

"Maybe check behind the couch over there?"

"So..." Fives took the opportunity to try to get some information. "What exactly happened? I hope we weren't too destructive."

The girl smirked. "Strip poker."

Fives dramatically looked around to indicate the wide extent of the mess.

She shrugged. "There was also dancing somehow? I don't know. Everything ended up everywhere. You all were very drunk."

"All?" Hardcase chimed in as he finally got a pot of coffee to start brewing. "Were there others? A redhead?"

"That was my friend Suzy," the girl nodded.

"Suzy..." Hardcase sighed dreamily.

"You weren't drunk?" Tup asked. He pulled on a shirt and was finally clothed; he felt a lot better, so long as he didn't think about that tattoo.

"Can't drink. Medication. But boy did I have fun watching you guys get after it." She chuckled at the thought. Fives was envious of her memories.

"Where'd the other one of you end up?" she asked, stooping to pick up a few beer bottles. Fives jumped into action and starting picking up some items, too. He inwardly chastised himself for not thinking to help tidy sooner.

"The other one?" asked Tup. He, too, started helping, though tactfully avoiding that red dress.

"Yeah. He had a face tattoo, too. Like a V or an arrow?"

Fives and Tup froze and Hardcase came up with a mug of coffee cupped in his hands.

"Dogma?" they all exclaimed in unison.

"Yeah," said the girl, oblivious to how incredulous they were as she continued to clean. Dogma would've been the last person they'd have guessed to even show up at a party, let alone get mixed up in whatever night they all had.

The girl picked up the pile of Hardcase's clothes and a comlink dropped out of them. Hardcase quickly sat down his coffee to pick it up.

"Kriffing battery's almost dead," he mumbled as he inspected it. A blinking light indicated there was a message waiting. He looked to Fives, unsure if it was worth playing out what little life the battery had.

"Might as well," Fives said.

As soon as Hardcase hit the playback button, the voice of a very irritated Captain Rex rang out into the apartment.

General Skywalker's pushed up our deployment time. I don't know where the hell you boys went off to, but the four of you had better be on this tarmac by takeoff at noon. Oh, and you'd better have my helmet, too, or I'm shipping you back to Kamino where you can serve the rest of your careers cleaning freshers for the shinies.

The message cut out, leaving the three clone men feeling exactly the same: anxious and full of dread.

Hardcase looked sheepishly at the girl, who seemed torn between being amused and worried. "There wouldn't happen to be a helmet around here, would there?"

She shook her head and his shoulders fell.

"Okay, let's not worry," Fives said quickly, even though he knew the word would only annoy Tup. "We have a couple hours. We can find Dogma and Rex's helmet before then."

"How?" Tup sighed. "I can't even remember getting ink stabbed into my face."

"You'll help us, right?" Fives questioned their host hopefully.

She shrugged. "I have the day off, so sure, why not."

"Great. So we have..."

"Faith."

Fives blinked a few times before realizing she'd given him her name. It made him really happy for some reason, to finally know it. She was uncharacteristically beautiful, the kind that didn't grab people's attention but instead revealed itself slowly, the more you got to know her. He smiled softly back at her.

"We have Faith. And we have some time. And Hardcase has his coffee. Let's do this."

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[momentov1vere]

I present: some of my favorite quotes from Oathbound

+ my thoughts ! (not serious ones just what my mind was doing when they happened lol)

(spoilers ahead obviously!)

1.

“‘He doomed himself,’ Erebus says. ‘He knew what would follow.’

‘What’s more human than sacrifice?’ I snap.

Erebus’s eyes narrow.

‘What’s more human than risking what you have and what you are for someone else?’” - pg. 38

YESSSS I love this little selbree moment <3 Bree defending her loved ones will always be my favorite thing :D

2.

“‘You dance with treason today, Scion Davis.’

‘If treason is truth, then perhaps I do. Or perhaps I merely tire of your version of loyalty.’”- pg. 128

I’m sorry Nick I was unfamiliar with your game?? This entire scene was iconic for him I am obsessed with his character development

3.

“He can't see me, but I can just make out the glow of his eyes. His irises are green with fury, and I imagine what I would look like to him if he could see me.

A young brown-skinned girl in a long formal gown, striding toward him with her palms out wide. A girl with deep purple magic flowing from her hands to feed the structure encasing him. A girl raising that sphere into the air, levitating him from the ground. A girl trained by the deepest Shadow himself, her teeth bared in an electric grin.” - pg. 338

THATS MY GIRL <3333 I love this scene so much I LOVE BADASS BREE !!!!

4.

“‘Are you really going for that dagger strapped to your thigh, right out here in the open?’

My left fingers have already grasped the hilt. How long had he known the dagger was there? When did he notice? In the darkened basement? when we were pressed together in the elevator, torso to torso and legs to legs? ‘No.’

‘You are.’ Wonder fills his expression. ‘Look at you. Incredible. You’re a gorgeous, powerful, violent little enigma who would stab me in front of all these people just to make a point.’”- pg. 387

RAHHHHH Nick is literally the biggest yearner ever, wdym you have a wonder-filled expression when your gf(?) is about to stab you lmao I love them

5.

“‘The first time we kissed—actually, every time we kissed there was an ache, a burn, a. . .’ He shakes his head, shrugging helplessly. ‘I don’t know. Kissing you feels like a reminder that. . .’

‘That you’re still alive.’ The words leave me before I know them.

His eyes snap to mine, recognition flooding them. ‘Yes. Like climbing a cliff at the ocean, both feet solid beneath you, and peering over the edge. Not to jump, just to—to—’

‘Just to see.’ My heart pounds in my throat. ‘Just to. . .’

I can’t finish, but Nick picks up where I falter. ‘Just to feel. To know what it’s like to stand right where the world begins and ends. Right at the infinite.’ His chest rises with every breath, his blue eyes sparking into something raw and unguarded. ‘Kissing you is like touching the sky, like touching the horizon. God, Bree, it’s even like touching the—’

‘The fall,’ I whisper. ‘Not just standing at the edge, but going over. All of it.’

‘Yes,’ he says quietly. ‘All of it.’”- pg. 425

I was giggling and kicking my feet during this entire interaction breenick will be the death of me 😭

nick davis i was familiar with your game but i was unaware that you had THIS much game

6.

“‘I’m drowning in you, Bree. I shouldn’t want to. I should fight it. But I can’t.’

My eyes flutter closed, then open, I inhale a ragged breath. Exhale an answer.

‘So drown.’” - pg. 484

AHHHHHHHH

7.

“‘You had to fail, Bree. You had to fall.’

‘Why?’ I exclaim.

‘Because you had to rise.’ He steps closer. ‘A true leader has to know every side of her battle: the wins, the losses, the enemies, the allies, the good, and the bad. And she has to know who has her back, without the titles and legacies.’” - pg. 585

Valec casually dropping some of the best advice ever he’s so amazing; I liked him in Bloodmarked but he’s become a new favorite bc of Oathbound I think

8.

“‘Loving other people and losing them hurts. And loving them when they’re gone? Opens up the wound again. Now, I’m no expert, but I think the only way to live with grief is to seek its antidote. For me, that’s learning how to live my life without your mom in it and figuring out how to be your dad without her beside me, while remembering how she made me feel about myself. If I don’t do that, I’m pretty sure I’ll forget how to love other people altogether, not because I can’t, but because I won’t remember how. Loving folks is a practice, baby.’”- pg. 593

Edwin Matthews once again coming in swinging with the greatest advice ever; I always tear up when it’s a scene with him 🥲

9.

“‘Even when you choose yourself, you turn hope into something tangible for the rest of us. Even when you choose not to fight, you turn the tides. If you ask me, that right there is the soul of a king.’

‘Soul of a leader,’ my father adds.

‘A hero,’ says Nick, eyes fond.

‘An icon!’ Zoe shouts, grinning.” - pg. 607

Bree’s support system >>>>

10.

“‘What would I gain from giving up my advantage? I could simply order you to give my crown to me as soon as you arrive.’

I expected that question, and so my answer is ready.

‘You could,’ I say. ‘But if you do not, and you hear me out, you’ll receive something from me that I will never offer you again.’

‘Oh?’ he says. ‘And that is?’

‘My mercy, Erebus,’ I say. ‘My mercy.’” - pg. 609

badass Bree makes another appearance and this scene is going triple platinum in my brain 😁

11.

“‘Any chance you’d stay in the car?’

‘Nope,’ I say.

‘Right.’ He nod to himself as he unlocks his door. ‘Why do I even ask?’

‘Hope is good for the spirit,’ I say brightly, and get out.” - pg. 611

this one’s just silly but I love the little lighthearted moment before everything goes to shit ! 😁

12.

“‘Nicholas Davis and Selwyn Kane.’ Sel ignores Nick’s attempt to redirect him. ‘The sun and the moon. You are the warmth and the light and I am the bitter deep cold, or do it has always appeared. But we know the truth, don’t we, Nicholas?’

. . . ‘Does she know that the moon lives in you, too?’

. . . ‘She does,’ Nick whispers. ‘Just like she knows the sun lives within you.’ - pg. 621

brickwyn/selnick crumbs yippee!! but in all seriousness the nick/sel dynamic is so interesting and I will be obsessed with it forever even if brickwyn is not endgame (though this book has made me think it might be? they’re all so connected now it kind of transcends romance idk)

13.

“Love. Trust. Both a practice, I decide.” - pg. 625

this one is just great, I love Bree going learning from her dad but using his quote to create her own belief <3

ok thats all of them! I’ll have more after I do a reread I’m sure but for now I need to try to not go insane waiting for book 4 let this one stew in my brain for a bit !

[anyamaris]

Title: Requited

Summary: A series of events lead to you having the worst day, and it doesn't help that it's Valentines Day. Your ex, who also happens to be your best friend even after your breakup showing up doesn't help the emotional turmoil inside of you.

Word Count: 2271

Pairing: Ex!BFF!Seonghwa x F!Reader

Trope: Exes to lovers/Fluff/Angst

Rating- T for teen/16+

Warnings: Vulgarity, some angsty thoughts and crying, allusion to previous intimacy as well as possibly bathing together, nothing explicit.

A/N: Well since Hwa is my ex bias, this seemed like a fun idea-thank you to @sanjoongie for suffering with me in regards to Seonghwa. You really helped me bring this to life for Valentines 🤍

Much love to @pars-ley for the GORGEOUS banner and you did it last minute (I told her last night and she delivered perfection!)

As always, so much love to @cafekitsune for the dividers, always supporting us writers 💜

“Ugh, why is this all here?!” 

You yank out the box from the back of the closet, letting out a frustrated sigh as you turn to set it down on the floor.

Your sleeve catches on a hanger and the small box tumbles from your arms, spilling everything inside.

“Goddamnit…” you huff, running your palm over your forehead to push back the errant hairs sticking out everywhere.

You close your eyes for a moment, trying to calm yourself before kneeling to start picking up the mess.

It has been a long ass week and all you really wanted to do was guzzle down a bottle of wine and soak in a long, hot bath.

Ahh…a bubble bath, you think, then curse as intrusive thoughts fill your mind.

It’s been over half a year since you and your ex broke up, but it has been amicable.

The positives of dating your best friend and roommate, you think.

Well….ex boyfriend AND ex roommate.

Luckily, best friend was still ongoing.

Unfortunately, today was Valentine's day and you can’t stop yourself from the memory of last year with Seonghwa.

Today the loss of your relationship seems to be creeping in to taunt you from every angle.  

“Get out of my head, Stupid Seonghwa.” you mutter, finally stuffing the last of his random shit into the box.  

Of course it was a box he’d forgotten to take when he’d left.

Maybe he was having a great Valentine’s, not even remembering the romantic evening you’d planned for him last year.

Why am I even thinking about him?

Your break up had been mutual, yes, but you’d held back the little twinge of doubt about it.

Could you both have worked it out?

You’d both expressed the fear of losing each other completely after a series of arguments that neither of you were willing to compromise on.

Looking back, you can’t even remember what the arguments were over…

Laundry soap?

How to fold socks?

Leaving a towel on the floor?

The best brand of kimchi?

Who the hell knows. 

“Whatever.” you grumble, pushing off your knees to get up, grabbing up the box with you to take to the door.

He can come get it when-

A sharp, stinging pain rips through the arch of your foot and right through the rest of your body, causing you to let out the most offensive curse words your exhausted brain can conjure up.

The box you’ve just picked up drops, and luckily it doesn’t spill its insides this time.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you hiss out, moving your foot to look down at the villainous object that lit up all of your pain receptors like a christmas tree.

You freeze momentarily, then lean over to pick up the object that just destroyed your mood completely.

Of course it’s a fucking LEGO.

Park mother fucking Seonghwa-

Right at that moment, your doorbell rings and you just bite back even more expletives as you snatch up the horrid little plastic piece before making your way to the door.

“Coming!” You call out as someone begins to knock.

As if he was summoned, Seonghwa stands before you with a bright smile.

Instead of putting you into a good mood, his presence only makes you more irritated.

“Ugh…” you grunt at him, turning and walking away without another word.

“Nice to see you too,” he quips, coming inside even though he wasn’t invited.

“I’m trying to clean, Hwa, why are you here?”  

“Can’t I come by and say hello?” he asks, and you let out a slow breath.

You turn to look at him, as he sets down a small plant on your counter.

“What’s that?” You ask, narrowing your eyes at what appears to be a flower.

He looks at it, then turns a sheepish smile on you. 

Fucking hate how gorgeous he is, you grumble inwardly.

“I saw it and thought of you...why are you so grumpy today?” he asks, leaving the gift to walk over to you.

You run your hand over your face, shaking your head at him.

“I don’t know, just a long ass week, and I haven’t slept much, and….” you clench your other hand, the edges of the plastic Lego piece biting into your skin.

“-and then I stepped on your stupid Lego!” you thrust your hand out at him, palm up to present the disrespectful object.

“Ouch…sorry…” he says, walking over to take it from your hand.

He lights up, turning it over in his fingers, “It’s the missing piece I’ve been looking for!”

His brilliant grin has your insides crumbling and you hate that you’re feeling so emotional right now.

Why did he have to come by today of all-

“Are you crying? Did it hurt that badly? Let me see your foot-” he is suddenly ushering you to sit on the couch as you try to process his words.

Crying? You’re not-

You swipe at your face and let out a frustrated sigh at the moisture running down your cheeks.

Before you can protest, he’s kneeling before you, lifting first your right, then left foot to survey any damage done.

“I’m fine, Seonghwa-” you complain, but he just gives you a stern look before returning to his inspection.  

“Just a few little red marks…” he hums, rubbing his thumb gently over the spot where you’d stepped down on it.

You cross your arms over your chest, swallowing back the urge to kick him in his pretty face.

God, what’s wrong with me today?

“I didn’t think you’d be home, honestly.  Glad I took the chance.” He hums, looking up at you with those big brown doe eyes.

“Why? Cause now you have your Lego back?”  you snap at him, then regret it as a momentary look of hurt crosses his face.

He lets out a patient sigh, standing only to settle himself down next to you on the couch.  

“No...I just…” he shrugs, suddenly looking around at anything but you as he chews his bottom lip.

You glance at him from the corner of your eyes, noting how the long strands of his dark hair tease at his cheeks.

Before you can stop yourself, you unfold your arms and reach out to brush them back, startling him enough to stare at you in shock.

“Sorry…it’s gotten long.” you mumble, retracting your hand before you give in to the urge to trace your fingertips over his skin.

He holds your gaze, tugging on a strand and nodding in agreement.

“Do you…like it?” he asks softly, his eyes studying you.

“It’s…nice…” 

“Just nice?” He asks, a little teasing smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“What is it you came for, Hwa?” you ask, redirecting the conversation.

He takes in a deep breath, then lets it out slowly before answering.

“Just...I thought because it’s Valentine’s and maybe you …” he looks down at his fingers, suddenly interested in the state of his nails.

“Maybe I what? Am a pathetic mess because I’m single?” You bite out, hating how your voice wavers.

His head snaps up, brows drawing together.

“No. Why would I ever think that? Seriously?” he retorts and then he’s turning towards you, reaching out to grasp your hands in his.

“We’re friends, best friends…I’ve never once thought you were pathetic. What the hell even makes you think such a thing?”  

Friends.

For some reason, that cuts deep.

It’s been months since you’d both agreed to not be together.

To preserve the friendship.

He’d even moved out to make it easier on both of you; you’d both given in to the physical aspect far too much even after things ended.

Yet here you are, ready to hiss and spit at that term.

“I don’t want to be friends.” 

You freeze as you realize the words have slipped out unintentionally.

“What?” he asks, looking crestfallen.

“Hwa…no…I mean…fuck-” you stutter, angry at how your eyes sting from fresh tears welling up.

He lets go of your hands, cupping your cheeks to brush away the errant tears starting to spill down your face.  

“Don’t-” you try to swat him away, but he slaps at your hands, slipping an arm around you to pull you into a tight hug.

“What’s wrong?” he asks softly, tucking your face into his neck as he pets your hair.  

All of the internal struggles, the pressures of work, the sleepless nights…everything just seems to bubble up and you finally just feel the dam break.

Your hands fist into his soft sweater as you open your mouth and your heart just spills out.

“I feel so lonely, and sometimes it’s too much.  I miss you, I miss the stupid shit you do, I miss the way you get angry over how I leave my shoes or how I don’t dry things before putting them away.  It’s stupid Valentine’s and I was thinking about last year and all I want to do is just drown myself in wine and a bubble bath but I thought about you-” 

His body tenses in your arm, his hand halts, resting on the crown of your head before he’s slowly pulling you back to look at you.

“Shut up, I know it’s stupid, I know we agreed to be friends and I fucking thought I was fine-” 

The rush of words are cut off as his lips find yours.

Stunned, you freeze as the familiar sensation of his tongue prods at the seam of your lips, then you melt into his arms, opening up to allow him access.

His scent surrounds you, a small gasp escaping your parted lips before he’s planting kisses over and over on your mouth.

“I was going to tell you-” he says, breaking away for a moment before he closes the distance again.

“That I missed you too-”

“That I was stupid, I was wrong-” 

“I don’t even remember why we-”

You grasp his face, halting him before he can go on.

“I don’t either, why did we stop?” 

His eyes flick back and forth between yours, and he shakes his head.

That dark silky hair teases at his face and you feel the entire world fall into place.

Your lips quiver as your eyes fill once more, but this time it’s not painful.

It’s not in agony.

He blinks rapidly as he smiles as you, yanking you back to return his mouth to yours.

Time seems to stop, and bleed away as you cling to one another, basking in one anothers embrace before he’s breaking away from you.

“Hey…shhh…” he hums, pulling you into a gentle hug.

You nuzzle at his neck but he shakes his head as you brush your lips over that one place you know gets him going.

“Wait..” he protests, and you pull back to give him a pout.

“Don’t do that…you’re killing me here.” he chastises you, and your stomach flips as he gets a stern look on his face.

Fuck you’ve missed this.

He halts you once more as you go in for another kiss, taking your hands in his.

Confused, you tilt your head at him, about to ask him what’s wrong.

Before you can, he leans in to brush his plush lips over your forehead.

“Shh…I know how quickly things can escalate between us.  While I want that…I want you…I think rushing back into sex isn’t the way I want to begin again.” 

Your heart stutters in your chest, and while the ache between your legs argues against his logic, your mind and heart are in complete harmony about that sentiment.

Still, you give him yet another overdramatic pout.

He lets out a soft laugh, reaching up to flick his fingertip over your lip.

“Temptress.” he teases, and you can only grin as he tugs you back in to cuddle you.

Your entire body liquifies in his arms, and you run your hands over his shoulders, his back, his arms.

“Have you been working out?” you ask him, your voice muffled by his shirt as you rub your face into his chest.

He chuckles, his chin rubbing against your cheek.

“If you still feel the same way tomorrow, maybe I’ll show you.” he offers.

“Mmm…promise?” 

“I promise.” he answers, pulling away a little to look at you.

You hold one another’s gaze for a moment, then he stands and turns towards your kitchen.

“What are you doing?” you ask, watching as he rummages around, pulling out a stemmed glass, then finding a familiar cupboard.

“You said you wanted wine and a bath.  I’m going to give you exactly what you want, angel.” he hums.

Your heart thumps in your chest; firstly because he’s always been so caring and sweet, but also because of the use of his pet name for you.

“I love you, Seonghwa.” you blurt out, knowing you should feel embarrassed but the sudden admission but unable to find it in you to feel anything but relief at the confession.

He smiles softly as he pours the glass, walking back over to hand it to you before placing a kiss on your head.

“I know, angel…I never stopped loving you.”

His words linger in the air as he wanders off, tossing you a peeking glance before he disappears into the bathroom to start running your bath.

The familiar scent of your bubble bath fills the air as you take a sip of the velvety wine.

There’s still a lot to talk about, alot to discuss but tonight…

You stand, glass in hand and try to figure out how you’re going to get him to join you in your tub.

[wildrangers]

The Planets and the Fates and All the Stars Aligned // William Nylander

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: The three times Willy almost asked you out and the one time he finally did

{This is my submission for the lovely @jackhues for The Winter Fic Exchange 2k24, organized by the amazing @wyattjohnston!}

Warnings/tropes: mutual pining, poor communication, resolved (minor) angst, fluff, cursing, drinking

You were grateful that Auston was taking you under his wing following your big move to Toronto—seriously. It was better to be at a New Year’s Eve party where you knew all of one person rather than alone in your apartment. Though…there were a lot of loud drunk men at this party which wasn’t your favorite vibe. You’d much prefer enjoying a nice cocktail with a view of Toronto over being stuffed in one of Tony’s teammate’s suburban homes. But really—you were grateful for Auston and this somewhat odd built in social network that came with him.

You were drawn from your thoughts by a cheer from the pong table and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the intense excitement of the younger guys currently facing off there. You flipped your wrist around to see the time again just as a large, familiar hand landed on your shoulder.

“That’s at least the fifth time you’ve checked the time since we got here…what, an hour ago?” Auston teased, grinning as he took the seat next to you.

“It’s only the fourth” you grumbled making Auston raise his hands in surrender.

“My apologies for the slander, miss.”

You rolled your eyes and jostled your shoulder into his before settling your head there instead. “I’m just tired from the move and everyone here seems very…extroverted?” you tried, not wanting to speak poorly of the group you barely knew.

“Look, I get it” he replied, ruffling your hair gently. “Can I please get you a drink now? At least your hands will be busy then.”

You nodded against his shoulder before raising your head so he could go grab your favorite drink. You were surprised when his place was quickly filled by a blonde-haired boy with mischievous blue eyes.

“You must be Julia, I’m Willy” he smiled, offering his hand for you to shake. You smirked, gripping his hand in your own. You were not, in fact, Julia, but this should be entertaining.

“Nice to meet you, Willy. I hope Auston hasn’t said anything too horrific about me.”

“Oh no, nothing like that. I just wanted to make sure I talked to you before things got too serious with him.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I mean a gorgeous girl like yourself should know that I am available and a much, much better catch” he stated confidently and you threw your head back with laughter.

“Well, I may as well hear the sales pitch now” you smirked, pleasantly surprised by the tipsy man before you.

“I mean first of all” he said, simply pointing to his hairline, which drew a gasp from your mouth as you whacked his arm, “I’m just saying!”

“What are you ‘just saying’ to my cousin, William?”

Will’s blue eyes widened as he processed Auston’s words. “Wait so you’re…not Julia?”

Auston handed you your drink, “No, this is Y/N, weirdo. I was going to bring Julia to dinner tomorrow night but maybe I won’t now. How long did she have you going?”

“Long enough to put my foot in my mouth” he admitted and you smirked, pleased at the pink tinge rising to his cheeks. “But not so long that I can’t recover?” he questioned.

“Stay tuned” you replied, maintaining eye contact as you took a sip of your drink. Luckily, Auston was called away leaving just you two again.

“I swear, I’m not usually like that” he began and you tilted your head slightly.

“Like what?”

He seemed at a loss for words so you chuckled, “You’re fine, I’ll stop fucking with you now. You were just so confidently wrong, I had to see where things went.”

He chuckled to himself, “Confidently wrong is kind of a good summary for me actually…”

“The great William Nylander? No, I’d say most the time your confidence is probably just right.”

“You even knew who I was and still let me make a fool of myself?!”

You giggled and nodded, “I obviously know who you are, I watch as many of Ton’s games as I can. You’re usually playing in them too.”

“Wait, so rewind. You’re Tony’s cousin?”

“Not by blood, but yeah. We grew up together and our families are super close. He’s been trying to get me out here forever, so when a better job opened up in my company’s Toronto location, how could I say no?”

“When did you move?”

You jokingly checked your watch, “About eight hours ago now.”

“Oh well, welcome! I love it here.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah” he nodded, sipping his drink and you couldn’t help how your eyes were drawn to his mouth with the movement. “I moved around so much as a kid; this is the longest I’ve ever lived in one place. Minus summers in Sweden, obviously”

“I would love to go to Sweden” you admitted. “It looks so beautiful.”

As he began passionately talking about Sweden, conversation flowed seamlessly between you. He seemed genuinely interested in your answers to the questions he asked, eyes always remaining firmly on you in a way that made your stomach flip but also steadied you in the otherwise loud room.

You were dragged from your conversation as the countdown to the New Year began.

“Damn, it’s almost midnight already?” you questioned, checking your watch that had long since been forgotten.

“Guess so…do you want to ring in the New Year together?” Will asked and you were surprised by the tentative tone of his voice. Your eyes rose to meet his and you noted the nerves showing in the crinkle of his eyes.

“Yeah, sure” you smiled, scootching closer to him. “I have to admit, I’m surprised you didn’t seem confident I’d say yes.”

“I mean I wouldn’t want to come in too hot, making assumptions—that would be embarrassing, no?” he joked as he wrapped a tender arm around your shoulders.

“Of course, wouldn’t want to make that same mistake twice in one evening” you teased back and you earned a rich laugh from him that made your toes curl and you dipped your head to hide your grin. As the countdown entered single digits, your eyes rose to meet his again but he was focused somewhere just beyond your shoulder before turning his attention back to you.

“3…2…1…Happy New Year!” the room erupted but your world had shrunk to just you and Willy. You had a sneaking suspicion it had been Auston who briefly grabbed his attention from you, which was confirmed as he leaned in to place a gentle kiss to your cheek rather than going in for the kiss. You were disappointed until you felt his mouth brush your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, “Happy New Year, Y/N.”

***

Once Will had given the bottle of wine and his thanks to Mitch and Stephanie for hosting, his eyes were scanning the room for you. He’d been kicking himself for months since meeting you for not getting your number on New Year’s but Auston’s stern stare had scared him off, as embarrassed as he was to admit it. He just hadn’t wanted to risk his friendship with his teammate, or worse, make you uncomfortable since you’d just met. Plus, the firm “If you hurt her, you’re dead to me” lecture Auston had given him the next day at practice had driven the point home.

So, some combination of your new job and Auston’s protectiveness had kept you away from any team, family, and friends get together’s until now, just as the regular season was wrapping up. Just as he had begun to give up hope that he’d see you again, Mitch mentioned that Auston had RSVP’d for 3 people, you and a plus one that he assumed was whatever girl Tony was currently seeing. Will didn’t waste another minute before confirming his own attendance.

His heart sped up as he saw you chatting with Johnny, your body language so much more relaxed than when he met you months ago. He made his way to you and when your eyes met his, the broad grin you sent his way knocked him out.

“Willy!” you called, standing to greet him with a warm hug.

“Hey, it’s been too long, how have you been?” he asked, pulling away just far enough to take you in. “You look beautiful tonight, of course.”

He was rewarded with a dip of your head as you hid your shy smile at his compliment, “I’ve been good, busy, so I’m glad Tony mentioned this dinner, it’s nice to see everyone.”

A long pause filled the air as he simply gazed into your warm, smiling eyes. “Hey Willy, I’m here too” his captain called from behind you and Willy laughed, greeting him with a handshake.

“Sorry man, it’s just been a minute since I’ve seen Y/N here” he shrugged sheepishly. John nodded, clapping him on the back, “Since New Year’s, yeah?”

Will shot him a questioning look but Johnny only smirked before walking off to chat with another group.

“Will, you’ve been having such an amazing season, I’m so happy for you” you smiled, settling back down in your seat and patting the spot next to you. He quickly sat where directed, pleased that the small couch made his outer thigh gently press into yours—he was even more content when you didn’t shift your leg away but closer to his.

“Thanks, I appreciate it. Just trying to gear up for the Playoff’s now. How have you been, settling in well?”

As you two caught up with small talk, he wracked his brain on how to ask you out without making it weird in case you said no. This conversation flowed just as well as your first and your sly humor shone through even more now that you seemed more at ease.

“I’ve missed seeing you at other parties like this” he admitted when the conversation naturally lulled.

“I think Auston may have refrained from inviting me to a few” you admitted, rolling your eyes. “And then the last few just didn’t work with my schedule. I was happy when Ton mentioned you’d be here tonight though.”

“Yeah?” he asked, hopeful as his heart began pattering more intensely.

“Yeah” you grinned, knocking your shoulder into his. “I really enjoyed hanging with you last time.”

“Me too” he smiled, taking in the genuine joy on your face. “I was actually wondering…”

He trailed off as he saw your eyes shift behind him and widen. “Jake!” you called, standing up and waving over an unfamiliar guy who wrapped you in an embrace and quickly pecked your cheek.

“Hey pretty lady, sorry I’m a little late. The subway got delayed” he replied, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ears. “Is this Will?”

As introductions were made, Will’s heart sank as he realized your boyfriend was the plus one, not Auston’s girl. It looked like he’d missed his chance with you after all.

***

You worked your way through the crowd, pausing as people you’d grown close to since your move to Toronto stopped you to chat. Johnny and his wife were hosting the start of the season party, welcoming everyone back to Toronto after being wherever they called home in the off season. You were hoping Will would be here but had refrained from asking Auston to avoid his eye rolls and protective bullshit.

When you’d seen Will at that spring party, you couldn’t admit to him that you’d partially been avoiding him. Not because you didn’t like him, but the opposite—you’d felt so drawn to him on New Year’s only to have Auston insert himself in the middle of things. After enough time had passed, you’d finally let your coworker set you up on that blind date with Jake. Who was nice but had basically been wiped from your mind when you’d met Will’s eyes across the room that second night.

You’d let yourself get wrapped up in the press of his leg on yours, the intense focus of his eyes as you caught up. Had allowed yourself to slip into the flirtation that had flowed so naturally between you during your first meeting. Until Jake had arrived, and you’d noted Will deflate before excusing himself.

You’d seen him a few times since then but he kept a wide berth, which you understood. But it had sucked and drove home that as nice as Jake is, he wasn’t the one for you. Which is why, several months out from that split, you were determined to make your move on Will—enough with waiting.

You grabbed a drink and surveyed the room, heart fluttering as you heard Willy’s signature laugh from across the room. He was talking with a younger guy you didn’t recognize but you strode over anyway. “Will!” you called and he spun, wide-eyed, at your voice.

“Y/N?” he smiled uncertainly but you just pulled him into a tight embrace.

“How was your summer? Tell me all about Sweden” you grinned, quickly introducing yourself to the rookie beside him who made himself scarce.

“Sure, but you seem…different” he noted, scanning your form as if he could find the answer there.

“Do I? I mean, not much has changed except Jake and I broke up” you offered and his eyes widened slightly.

“I’m sorry?” he offered.

“Don’t be. He was nice but it just wasn’t it, you know?”

He nodded, eyes skimming around the room before pulling out his phone. “Here, let me show you some photos from back home.”

You leaned into the comfort of his warmth, your eyes either taking in each photo he selected to show you or tracing the familiar lines of his face as he swiped through his camera roll. He was just so beautiful.

“It looks like a great summer, are you bummed to be back?” you joked and he chuckled, shaking his head.

“No, I always love coming back to Toronto—this is home too” he replied, eyes boring into yours. You couldn’t help yourself as you reached up to sweep a strand of hair that had fallen into his face, your hand lingering there, cupping his cheek.

“Y/N…” he breathed and you were surprised when his eyes left yours to once again scan the room. His phone lit up, drawing your attention, just as he began. “I actually am…”  

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry” you cut him off, drawing your hand back, eyes fixed on his lock screen—a gorgeous shot of him with a beautiful woman tucked into his side.

His gaze followed yours and he quickly locked his phone screen, mouth forming a hard line. “No, I’m sorry. I should have been up front but whenever I see you, I just…”

“You just what?” you asked quietly, unable to stop yourself.

“I can only think of keeping you close. Even when I know I can’t, so I’m sorry.”

You sadly shook your head forcing a smile, “No, I did the same thing to you, didn’t I? I get it. I hope she makes you happy Will, have a great season” you assured him, squeezing his shoulder before excusing yourself from the party altogether.

***

Will wasn’t one to believe in fate but it seemed like the stars may be finally aligning as he entered Auston’s apartment to celebrate New Year’s Eve. He’d done his homework this time, enlisting Steph to make sure you weren’t seeing anyone. After your last encounter, his fledgling relationship hadn’t lasted long—not when all he could think about was you. That wasn’t fair to her, so he’d broken things off and thrown himself into the season. It was a contract year for him, he had to focus. But that focus didn’t stop him from noting that some of his best games were ones where he knew you’d be in the crowd.

Will wandered over to the large windows filling Ton’s living room, taking in the city skyline. He’d done a few laps but had yet to see you. Truth be told, he wasn’t in much of a party mood—he just wanted to see you. So, he wondered off from the main party down the hallway to what he knew to be Ton’s guest room for some quiet. He didn’t hear any noise from behind the door so he gently opened it, startling when he saw you curled up on the bed.

You hadn’t noticed the door opening, your head buried in a book with Taylor Swift playing softly from your phone. He took a moment to enjoy the sight before him—you, dressed to the nine’s, feet wrapped in fuzzy socks, eyes fervently scanning the pages before you, heels forgotten beside him by the door.

“Y/N?” he spoke softly, as to not startle you but you jumped anyway.

“Will?” you questioned, your head tilting to the side. “What are you doing here?”

“The New Year’s Eve party, silly, what are you doing locked away in here looking so beautiful?”

He was thrilled when you ducked your head, trying to hide the flattered smile that bloomed on your face. “Promise not to laugh.”

“Scout’s honor” he promised, settling on the foot of the bed.

“I’m on the last book of this fantasy series and I just wanted to make sure everyone got through the battle okay” you chuckled, holding up your nearly finished book. “I said hi to everyone but when I didn’t see you, I just wondered in here to try and finish it before midnight.”

“Well, is everyone safe and sound? I wouldn’t want to disturb you” he teased lightly and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, I have like ten pages left” you chuckled. “I’ll come out and join the party in a few, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry” he shrugged, standing up but then stopped himself. “Would you actually care if I hung in here with you? I’m not in much of a party mood.”

“Sure” you beamed, scooting over on the bed to make room for him beside you. He slipped his shoes off, crawling up the bed to settle into your side, arm wrapped around your middle as you lifted your book.

“Is this okay?” he questioned quietly and you hummed in answer.

“Here, just lay down—that way I can rest my book on your shoulders” you motioned towards your lap and he didn’t have to be told twice, settling his head on your satin covered thighs.

A comfortable silence filled the room, broken only by you flipping the pages of your book. Will could stay this way forever, your scent wrapped around him, his breathing slowing to match your own.

As he began drifting off, you closed the book and set it aside. He felt your focus shift fully to him but he kept his eyes closed, not wanting to break this peaceful spell. He could have purred when your fingers gently ran through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp whenever your hand returned to the top of his head.

“I’m single” he murmured, nuzzling deeper into your lap.

“I know” you answered and he turned to look up into your eyes, confusion evident there judging by your chuckle. “I asked Stephanie.”

He let out a loud laugh, gently taking your hand in his own, “I may have done the same thing” he admitted, causing you to snort and shake your head.

“So, what does that mean?” you asked quietly.

“Hopefully, it means that when I ask you out, you’ll say yes” he questioned, nerves oddly not coming to his stomach. He knew how long you both had wanted this, the timing just never being quite right.

“Well, I can’t wait to say yes then” you smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his brow bone as your alarm rang from the nightstand. “Oh, time to get up, it’s 11:55.”

He shifted in response, sitting up and stretching, attempting to smooth out his shirt.

“Here” you offered walking towards him, heels firmly on your feet. He paused his fussing, allowing you to straighten his collar and smooth out the wrinkles that had developed on his chest. Your hand gently ran through his hair, settling down any stray hairs that had fallen out of place. “All better. Do I look alright?”

“You look perfect” he said honestly, rising off the bed and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. As you both exited the room, he marveled at how perfectly you fit there, tucked into his side.

The countdown had begun and Will’s eyes scanned the room, noting Auston immediately finding the two of you in the crowd.

“He’s intolerable” you mumbled, eyes also falling on Tony across the room. As the crowd counted down from ten, a giggle rose in his throat as you jokingly raised your middle finger to your cousin before turning back to him.

His hands settled on your hips, pulling you flush against him as your hands cupped his jaw, thumb caressing his cheek. With the New Year beginning, your lips finally met his and he wound his fingers through your hair to pull you closer. As your mouths moved in perfect harmony together, the rightness of this moment settled around him.

As the crowd picked back up again, he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. “Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow night?”

“You have a game tomorrow, silly” you answered, chuckling. “But you can take me out the next night.”

A/N: I hope y'all enjoyed! Please forgive any typos, I am in fact working through a concussion currently. It turns out writing for Willy has become one of my new favorite things to do. Always happy to hear feedback :)

[astoopidfool]

Buck after the funeral, "I'm so numb, Tommy. I just want to feel something. Please make me feel something."

Thanks for the prompt. It was quite satisfying. And WAY longer than I intended it to be.

Sorry I didn't get to it right away, I got super sleepy for some reason.

Words: 2,119

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The funeral was over. Buck knew that. But his head felt empty; he felt like he was floating, having an out of body experience as he watched his friends - his family, really - mill about the firehouse. The tone was somber, a sea of black waves rippling in and around each other.

He wasn't sure how long he stood there, not really, but it wasn't until he felt the familiar aura of his ex that he snapped out of the daze. Tommy stood before him in his funeral attire, cap tucked under his arm, white gloves tucked in the pocket of the suit jacket. Buck let his eyes wander up his body until he met those gorgeous, sad, blue eyes. "Evan." Tommy breathed. He held himself rigidly but it's like Buck could feel Tommy's desire to reach out and hold him. And right now, Buck couldn't think of anything he wanted more.

"I need you." He replied, feeling moisture dampen his eyes. He tried to blink it away, but the dam had broken and he was lost to it. "Please, Tommy. I..." His voice broke and a second later, warm arms had him wrapped up in an impossibly tight hug, a nose buried in his hair as he breathed him in. Buck didn't care if people watched as he buried his own nose into the side of Tommy's neck and wrapped his arms around his waist. The sensation was grounding and if Tommy let go, Buck was positive he'd actually float away - like a balloon on the wind. "I can't... I'm so numb, Tommy. Please. I want to... I need to... I have to feel something again, Tommy. Please. Just make me feel something. Anything. Even if it hurts."

"Evan." Tommy sounded so husky and his arms wrapped even tighter around Buck. Buck sank into them. "Do you want to get out of here?" Tommy whispered the words against the crown of Buck's head, but he heard them loud and clear. Unable to find the words, Buck just nodded. Screw decorum. He couldn't be here anymore.

"Let me go find Athena to let her know we're leaving." Tommy tried to pull away but Buck gripped him hard, plastering himself to the pilot's front, unwilling to let his tether go. "Sweetheart, you need to let go."

"I can't." His voice cracked and he grit his teeth in what would have been a snarl in other scenario. "Don't make me."

Tommy sighed, pulling away so he could brush his hand down Buck's head. "Okay, but we need to tell her. So will you walk with me?" It took much longer than it should have for Buck to finally nod his head and pull away. Without a seconds hesitation, Tommy slipped his hand into Buck's and dragged him through the crowd to where Athena sat a table with a blank expression on her forever stoic face. Buck didn't look up once, not greeting a single person as he was dragged, and even when they approached Athena's table he kept his head lowered.

"Sergeant Grant." Tommy said.

"Athena, Tommy. Just Athena." She replied, despondent.

"Yes ma'am." Tommy acknowledged with a nod of his head. "E... Firefighter Buckley and I will be taking our leave. I cannot express how sorry I am for your loss."

She moved her eyes to meet his, and then the top of Buck's head, before moving back. A sad smile appeared. "Take care of my boy, Tommy. He'll try to be strong but he needs someone to look after him. I appreciate you stepping up as a pall bearer." She choked out the last few words and a tear slid down her cheek. She swiped it away and offered up the smallest smile Buck had ever seen.

"If you need anything, please don't hesitate to call." Tommy dipped his head once more in respect before turning on his heel and dragging Buck once more through the crowd. They reached Tommy's truck and the man opened the door to let Buck climb in before walking around to the drivers side. He slid in, and started it up before wordlessly turning in the direction of Buck's place.

The drive home was silent, and the floatiness from before was coming back, even though Tommy held his hand over the center console the entire way, barely letting it go to get the two of them into the house. Once inside, Tommy gently took Buck's cap from him, and hung both of theirs on the wall. Then he carefully guided the two of them back towards the bedroom.

Buck stood completely motionless, emotionless, as Tommy helped him undress. As each piece of his dress uniform came off - the pilot hanging each piece reverently on a coat hanger - Buck felt another piece of himself chip away. Tears burned hot in the back of his eyes, but he held them back. Bobby had asked him to be strong; to be the rock he knew the team was going to need.

But Buck didn't know if he could be strong this time.

He wasn't sure when it happened, but eventually Tommy and him faced each other in nothing but their boxer briefs. Tommy's large, warm, calloused hand cupped his face as his thumb traced over his jaw. After a long moment, Tommy leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips; soft at first, but it quickly turned heated as all of Buck's latent emotions pushed to the surface.

Grabbing Tommy's face with both hands, Buck pressed into him, tongue coming out to press against the seam of his boyfriend's lips. Tommy easily complied, opening up to him - letting Buck plunder his mouth with abandon as he walked them back towards the bed. Knees hitting the end of it, Buck fell back onto it, pulling Tommy with him. The slightly larger man followed, helping guide Buck until his head was on the pillow, their lips never breaking for more than a moment.

When they emerged for air, Tommy nipped along Buck's shoulder, hands exploring every inch of him. Buck couldn't help the whimper that escaped. It had been way too long since his Tommy had touched him. Pleading, Buck asked, "Please Tommy. I need you."

"I need you, too, Evan." Tommy made his way back to Buck's mouth and planted another soft kiss. "Lube? Condoms?"

Buck shook his head. "No condom. You... You're the only one I've been with, Tommy, and I need to feel you. All of you. Please?" God damn it, the wetness was back and he couldn't stand it. Thank whatever gods were listening that the pilot paused for only the briefest moment before nodding compliantly. "There's lube in the drawer." He indicated with his head.

Seconds later he laid out bare for Tommy as those familiar, deft fingers worked him open. The whole time, Tommy peppered him with kisses, stroking Buck's cock with his other hand, bringing it to life. Despite the circumstances, Buck's dick rose to the occasion. It didn't give two fucks that Buck's dad was dead or that Buck couldn't do anything to stop it from happening.

A tear slid down his cheek. He turned his face to the side, praying that Tommy hadn't seen.

If he had, the man kept it to himself. Soon Buck couldn't think as he writhed on the bed, relishing in the feeling of being with Tommy again. He didn't care that they were about to fuck missionary style as long as Tommy filled him with his cock and made him forget; or at the very least made him feel again.

"Tommy." He whimpered, wiggling.

Tommy stroked his stomach, hand wet with precum and lube, but Buck didn't care. "It's been awhile, Evan. I don't want to hurt you." God, how could this man be so kind, and perfect, and amazing after how the world had treated him?

"I told you to make me feel something, Tommy." Turning his face back, he swallowed the lump growing in his throat at Tommy's worried expression; dark brows drawn together and a soft frown on his lips. "You're not going to hurt me. Please. I need it. This one time, I need you to... Not be perfect."

Light danced in Tommy's eyes at that, he even preened a little, though the frown didn't completely disappear. After way too long, he sighed, and withdrew his fingers. He shimmied out of his own boxer briefs, exposing his long, slender, uncut cock that was turning purple at the tip with desire. Buck swallowed again, though this time with desire. His brain had finally quieted, and now all he could focus on was getting that monster deep inside of him.

Tommy prepped himself with a more generous heap of lube than usual, before lining himself and beginning the slow process of breaching Buck's entrance. Throwing his head back, Buck sighed with relief at the pressure, at the sting, he felt. Tommy had done a fair job of prepping him so it didn't hurt as much as he'd hoped, but it was enough to signal to Buck's brain that he was still alive.

Once seated, Tommy spread Buck's knee's a little wider before planting his hands on his kneecaps and beginning slow, gentle thrusts as the younger mans body adjusted. Not happy with that, Buck lifted his hands in a grabby motion until Tommy leaned down over him and Buck could wrap his arms around his neck. Breathless he whispered, "Fucking move, Kinard." That was all Tommy needed.

The bed rocked as Tommy drove his hips forward, leaving sloppy kisses on Buck's mouth as he pounded into him, not relenting one iota, even as they neared the end.

As Buck felt his core getting tight, he tapped Tommy's shoulder and whined, "Let me ride you." Tommy didn't have to be told twice, grunting like the caveman he'd reverted to as he pulled out and switched spots, laying down on his back and letting Buck straddle his hips. None too gently, Buck lowered himself down and heaved a sigh of pleasure, rolling his hips just a couple of times to find that right spot inside him before starting a breakneck pace, palms spread wide over Tommy's shoulders.

Something in the change of position had Buck thinking again and before he knew it, his cries weren't only that of pleasure. Tears of pain streamed down his cheeks and he was blubbering. "I... He's gone, Tommy. I can't believe Bobby is gone. He wasn't supposed to leave me like this." Tommy's cock stroked his prostate and he gasped, even as he continued on. "He was supposed to officiate my wedding; my kids were going to call him grampa and he was going to be the fire chief after I came on as captain." His head dropped to his chest as tears feel in earnest.

Tommy didn't speak, simply let Buck get it all out. He stroked Buck's thighs, his ass, and up and down the length of his spine. He let Buck ride him in more ways than one.

Their orgasms hit hard, and fast, and out of nowhere. One second Buck was sobbing into the void and the next he was seeing white as his cock released a stream of cum onto Tommy's chest. His hips moved habitually until he felt the heat spread inside him as Tommy came.

When they'd both finished, Buck collapsed onto Tommy's chest, still sobbing. He didn't care that they were a mess or that Tommy was still stuffed in his ass. He cried, he screamed, he pounded his fist against Tommy's chest. All the emotions he'd been feeling, that he'd allowed to build up, burst and he let them.

The whole time, Tommy just held him, not saying a word as snot and tears mixed with their orgasm. When Buck calmed down enough to let Tommy's cock slide out, he was shocked that the man didn't let him go. Instead, he pulled Buck closer to his chest, grabbed the blanket, and covered them. More tears threatened to fall.

"Tommy?" Buck asked. He'd referred to him as his boyfriend earlier but they weren't. Not anymore. Once again he'd used Tommy. Guilt set in.

"Shh, Evan. It's okay. I'm here for you. We'll clean up in a little while, okay? For now, sleep. We can talk when we wake up."

Buck choked back a sob and buried his head under Tommy's chin as he wrapped him up once more in his arms, heart and chest heavy, though feeling more grounded than he ever had before.

He may have lost the most important man in his life, but he was pretty sure he'd found someone even more important in the aftermath.

[febuwhump]

FEBUWHUMP COMMENT MARATHON RESULTS

over the 8th and 9th of march, our lovely febuwhump community took part in the first annual comment marathon to show some support for the febuwhump works made in the last month! while some members undoubtedly did not report their participation and numbers (as is always the case), 20 participants did, so below will list our overall numbers plus a fic rec list of some of the marathoners' (and the febuwhump mod's) favourite fics from the weekend!

TOTAL COMMENTS MADE: 769 (!!!!!!!)

TOP COMMENTER: with 150 comments over the weekend: @circus-complex - truly an insane number, thank you for taking part!!

FEBUWHUMP FIC RECS

day 28 - recovery by @creativeflowers87

1.5k | Original Work

summary: Emery pays a visit, Nyxie thinks about their past, and Calixto burns the remains thereof.

comment: it made me invested in a handful of characters I have literally never seen nor heard of before in just a short space of time. creativeflowers is a trooper for posting originals on AO3 and deserves way more attention.

You Don't Miss a Thing by @natk2002

400 | Chicago Med

summary: Will goes to work injured

comment: I just loved it so much. It was about my favorite character, as well as my favorite prompt (concealing an injury)

Try, Try Again by osculatrix

3.6k | Teen Wolf

summary: To Stiles, the world ended years ago. To everyone else, it's only been a week of hard living, of narrow escapes and near deaths.

One day, thousands of do-overs and thousands of deaths he couldn't prevent later, he's not sure when the clock will stop jumping back—if it ever will—but it doesn't matter.

He'll keep going.

comment: a teen wolf zombie apocalypse time loop fic that i will be thinking about for the rest of my life

alive (and pretty much sober) by @cimmeria-writes

1.3k | Jujutsu Kaisen

summary: “I killed Satoru Gojo.” That sentence, that arrangement of words, replays over and over and over in Suguru’s head no matter how hard he tries to get it to stop.

In which Gojo's reverse cursed technique works a little bit slower the first time.

comment: cut me deeply and did a fantastic job with using "recovery" as a whump prompt, in a very double-edged-sword way. The imagery was also immaculate. (And I am biased towards Gojo Satoru whump, I shall admit.)

The Power of Unity by @chrysochroma

500 | The Owl House

summary: what if the day of unity had actually been a little more united?

comment: a really good take on the hivemind prompt and in general just a really interesting concept around the day of unity

Outrun the Loss by @ghostintheclawmachine

2.8k | Arcane: League of Legends

summary:

Maybe in another universe, there was someone waiting for the right words. He would save his voice for her.

Unable to accept the finality of Jinx’s death, Ekko uses what little of the anomaly’s energy remains to travel between worlds and find a version of the woman he loves that he can save.

comment: so good! I love 100-word drabbles, they always deserve more appreciation, especially when someone like this writer packs so much visceral description and emotion into each one! They use every word to its fullest potential and weave each drabble into the next so well. I'll definitely be rereading often.

Do Not Stand At My Grave and Cry by @sometimesraven

1.3k | Quantum Leap

summary: “I am not there. I did not die.”

Ian knows Jenn is alive. Ian also knows Jenn died to make that possible. Reconciling those two things is proving a problem.

comment: I know nothing about this fandom but this one made me really emotional. The characters are dealing with a death that didn't really happen, and hold a makeshift funeral full of personal touches and someone getting to hear their own gorgeous eulogy, something that is usually said too late for them to hear. The silly, human things in this fic really stuck out to me and made it that much more meaningful <3

everyone is a curse, or something worse by @hanniopeia

1.4k | Men's Hockey RPF

summary: Petya looks up from his leg. “What now?”

“Now,” Andrei starts slowly, “you should find painkillers, for me. And vodka, to share. And then we’ll go out and I’ll take shots on you.”

comment: This one haunted me. The characters' fate is inevitable, and we get to watch their last night together, cherishing their time before succumbing. my heart brOke

covered in the colors by @flightsofwonder

800 | Arcane: League of Legends

summary: Vi never thought that death would be this colorful.

comment: I thought it was very well written and I loved the style, plus the themes were right up my alley, it struck an emotional chord with me AND I do just love CaitVi

My scars have overrun my skin by @damejudyhench

3.8k | The Legend of Vox Machina

summary: Sometimes when he was in the dungeon he would tell himself it was a bad dream, that he would wake up and go to the great hall and they would all be there. He would tell himself so hard that he could almost smell his father’s coffee, taste the butter and the malted bread.

Percy is hit by a strange spell and begins to relive the horrible experiences of his youth. Can the rest of the team convince him of what’s real, or will his mind be trapped forever in the laboratory beneath Whitestone Castle?

comment: I thought the characterization was really spot on, there were many little details and nods back to canon that delighted me, and the movement of the story was excellent.

sanctuary by @miisakee

1.4k | One Piece

summary: Robin finds herself struck down by a sudden bout of the flu. Her crew takes care of her.

comment: it is a great sickfic that really builds the atmosphere with the character's internal dialogue. + could've been us by osculatrix: it is very well written and left pit in my stomach for the sake of the alternate selves.

FEBUWHUMP MOD'S FAVOURITE

Scream by @chrysochroma

1.3k | Jujutsu Kaisen

summary: About a block away, through a tunnel of rubble and broken glass, Yuji saw a figure. The person turned to face him, his hands casually in his pockets. He was wearing a Jujutsu High uniform, the front completely covered in blood. He was too short to be Gojo, Yuji realized. His vision became just clear enough for him to make out Sukuna’s markings across his face, along with something else—Snake Eyes.

comment: obsessed with the concept, with the potential of the idea, and haven't really stopped thinking about it since. the repetition of sukuna's commands, the devastation in yuji - such a great take on the moment after sukuna leaves yuji and i really loved it!!

[ivymarquis]

I saw that post that @ceilidho shared of Barry looking all “tf are you doing out of bed” and then I had to write this down for John. Sidebar the title of this in my google docs is “John decides he’s keeping his ONS”

Get Back Here

Pairing| John Price x Reader Rating| T Word Count| 863 Content/Warnings| This is post coital with them having fucked like rabbits but everything is above board. This theoretically would be such a nice jump off spot for a darker twist BUT my heart is still mostly fluffy for the cod boys. I am working on something a lil unhinged with Price tho.

While this piece is rated T, I am an MDNI blog. Minors + ageless blogs will be blocked.

If she has any sense in her head, she’ll slip out from the sheets while he’s snoring beside her, get dressed and fuck off back home.

Of course, how much sense she has at the moment is debatable at best because he went and fucked her brains right out of her skull.

Forget pipe- The man laid infrastructure earlier and it’s already screwing with her head. Making her really have to try and talk herself out of the urge to see where things go. The only thing she needs to see is where the fuck her drawers went. Getting dickmatized is a real struggle and while she doesn’t often go out, she lets the soldier sweet talk her on the expectation that there would be a fair degree of “get in, get done, get out”.

Post nut clarity is nowhere to be seen on his end, as he’d tucked her into the spot next to him with the promise of breakfast in the morning. A well deserved reward on her end for all her hard work.

Maybe her brain just likes to torture her but she starts to think that she’s just not meant for casual hook ups like this. He is kind and respectful and a phenomenal lay and her brain is already trying to twist this to justify finding a way to wrangle down another night with him. She just needs to rip this bandaid off and go.

Chalk this up as go-to spank bank fodder the next time she’s lonely.

It’s easier this way, she tells herself as she peels back the bedding he’d cocooned her in.

Less humiliating this way, to sneak away in the night as the cold bites at her as she gathers her clothes. All the while he’s snoring up a storm, assuring her that he’s still out of it and unaware of her escape attempt that is delayed by not being able to find her damn bra.

There’s a small part of her that somewhat feels bad for planning to sneak out in the middle of the night, but there’s a larger part of her that doesn’t want to hear whatever is his go to prompt when it’s time to kick his partner out of bed and back to the rest of the world.

She fixates on locating her wayward bra to the point she doesn’t notice the lack of white noise as he -John- stirs at the loss of her. She doesn’t see the way he gropes blindly at the space she was occupying not five minutes ago, nor the way his expression screws down into a scowl as realization sinks in when he fully awakens.

She does hear his huffed “The fuck are you doing?”, lacking any bite to it despite the phrasing. What she’s doing is fairly obvious given how her clothes are gathered in her arms as opposed to rifling through something she shouldn’t.

“I, um,” she blinks stupidly. He’s a gorgeous man, just enough moonlight filtering through the window so she can see him even in the dark. “I’m getting dressed,” finally her brain clicks into place.

His eyes are squinting at her as he blinks back sleep, shuffling partly up to get a better look at her, the blanket pooling at his waist. Christ her knees are already weak just looking at him again. “None of that,” he dismisses firmly, “it’s too cold, love. Come back to bed. Promised you breakfast in the morning anyway.”

She has a decision to make, she realizes- if she’s adamant about leaving it’s not like he’s going to keep her hostage. He has to let her leave.

But, her thoughts trail off, it is fucking cold. And that bed is incredibly warm. And she still doesn’t know where the fuck her bra is.

“Come on then, back you get.” He prompts with a pat to the spot she’d previously occupied, and that’s enough to make her fold (she can’t deny that she’s been lookin for a reason to fold all night, even if a part of her knows this is a bad, bad, bad idea). Setting her clothes back in a neat pile rather than them being strung all over the floor-still sans bra-, she returns to the bed and slides back under the covers he’s lifted for her.

Immediately his arm bands across her torso, pulling her in snug against him. Well, there’s certainly no sneaking away now. After a bit of shuffling as they settle in against each other, John ensuring there will be no more half hearted attempts to flee.

He doesn’t snore-likely keeping an eye on her to ensure she’s not going to run again- until she’s securely in that half-awake-half-asleep limbo. It’s incredibly easy to slip into. The room is cold, he is warm and the bed is so incredibly cozy. The math is very simple and the end result is her dozing in the arms of a man she can very stupidly see herself getting attached to- even if he snores like a bear.

Come morning, John makes good on his promise for breakfast.

She doesn’t end up needing to find her bra until two days later.

[bitchin-beskar]

the taste of scotch and cigars - chapter two

Rating: M

Pairing: Captain John Price x Fem!Reader

Warnings: relatively light for this chapter in terms of sexy content, but I'm keeping the M rating for the story. fake dating trope, but make it marriage instead, hints of exhibition kink, hints of voice kink, absolute fucking douchebag of an ex, mentions of cheating, descriptions of an abusive relationship.

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: once again I am thirsting for Captain John Price. I have been thinking about this story nonstop, and I've finally had the motivation to write more for it! I was originally going to make this a much slower burn, but I am impatient so we will be getting to the sexy times much faster than expected. in the meantime, enjoy this chapter!

Oh.

Well, if you weren’t flustered before, you certainly were now.

Your teeth began to worry your lower lip out of nervousness, and your stranger, John, stepped closer, letting go of your hand to bring his thumb up, gently pulling the flesh of your lip from between your teeth.

“None’a that, love,” he murmured, his eyes going dark in a predatory kind of way that made your breath stutter. “There we go.”

God, this man made it damn near impossible for you to think, every sense you had consumed by the gorgeous specimen of perfection in front of you. Seriously, there was no way he could be real.

He seemed reluctant to separate from you, and before you could try to contrive some way to ask for his number or something out of pure desperation, he offered you that out.

“Have you eaten, princess?”

You shook your head. You’d been too nervous to eat for tonight, and then at the bar all you’d had were your vodka sodas, something you’d be sure to regret in the morning if you didn’t try to offset the incoming hangover with food.

“If you just wanna go home, I understand, but if you’re interested, I know a place not too far with some pretty good grub.”

It took you a few tries to respond, but you finally managed it, a semi-steady “alright,” making it’s way past your lips as he grinned and gently took you by the elbow and began to steer you down the street once again.

A comfortable kind of silence fell over the two of you as you walked. You took in the area, having been far too frazzled to really pay attention on your way to the pub this afternoon. You’d only been living here for a few months, and there was still a lot you had to get used to. Liverpool wasn’t large, but it was still a stark difference from the southern United States, where you’d been raised.

John’s hand left your elbow, but before you had a chance to mourn it’s loss, his palm settled in the small of your back, just the slightest bit of pressure to direct you, but not any more. You could feel the heat of his skin through your shirt, like a brand. Not for the first time, you wondered what the hell was going on with tonight. Everything felt like a fever dream, and you were half afraid you’d wake up in your bed to find it had all been conjured up by your mind. You decidedly did not think about how devastated you’d be if that were true.

The small little hole-in-the-wall John was taking you to came into view as you rounded the corner. It looked… well, charming, for lack of a better word. You weren’t entirely sure what you were expecting, but this looked like the kind of place you’d try on your own, just because it looked interesting.

John held the door open for you and you ducked inside, taking in the cozy atmosphere. Like the outside suggested, it wasn’t a very large place, maybe half a dozen tables and the same amount of booths, and a bar along one wall. The exposed brick walls and exposed wooden rafters gave the whole restaurant a rustic feel, and soft strains of guitar music floated down from the speakers. John led you towards a booth at the back, the two of you sliding onto the plush, well worn leather seats opposite each other. In the soft golden lighting of the lamp over your booth, you could admit that your earlier estimation of John’s apperance wasn’t quite accurate. The man embodified pure sin, the kind of beauty the preachers in church swore that only angels could achieve, which meant John Price, mortal as he was, couldn’t be anything but the Devil.

You might’ve argued that he could’ve been an angel in human form, but no angel would’ve kissed you the way he did not even half an hour ago.

The waitress wandered over, grinning and greeting John by name. He responded in kind, asking her how she was and how her degree at university was going, and it brought a small smile to your lips. How people treated servers and other wage workers was usually a good measure of character, and you were pleased to see that John Price was the kind of man to treat them like his equals.

The waitress–Clare, she’d said her name was–asked for your order, and John looked to you for a brief moment. You gestured for him to order for the both of you.

“I trust you know what’s good here?”

Clare chuckled, and John looked a little sheepish. “He’s here enough to,” she said, laughing. “I’ll bring out the usual. Lemme know if you need anything else.”

As she walked back towards the kitchen, you looked to John to see his eyes on you with a soft look on his face. “If you don’ mind me askin’, what’s the story with that prick at the pub?”

You let your head tip back, a frustrated sigh leaving your lips. “That, John, is a long story.”

“I don’ got anywhere else ta be, love.”

You weren’t sure what it was, but something about this man made you want to tell him what had happened. Something told you he’d be a good listener, something you were honestly in desperate need of. Maybe it was the lingering effects of vodka. Maybe it was the sincerity that laced his voice. It didn’t really matter in the end, as you opened your mouth.

“I grew up in Bumfuck Nowhere, USA,” you started, a wry grin crossing your lips. “We had about 250 kids at my high school. My graduating class was about 40 kids, if that gives you any idea of how small the town was. Everybody knew everybody, which was more a curse than a blessing, if I’m honest.”

Clare came back out with waters and a basket of chips while you were talking, and you paused to take a small sip.

“I’ve known Christian my entire life. Pretty sure my momma decided she wanted him as a son-in-law when we were still in diapers. She spent my entire childhood pushin’ the two of us together, and I swear when he asked me out right at the start of high school, she damn near started crying. Went ‘round tellin’ everybody her little girl was datin’ the Christian Abraham Beauregard III.”

You stopped when John abruptly choked on his water, coughing roughly into the crook of his elbow. You winced when he pinned you with an incredulous stare.

“Come again?”

“You heard me,” you said, shrugging. “The Beauregards founded our town, and damn near everybody worshipped the ground they walked on. I cannot tell you how many nasty notes I got in my locker and jealous stares I received when it got around I was goin’ steady with Christian. We dated through high school, and he proposed after graduation.”

Your voice was bitter with old pain. You’d wasted so many years trying to make everybody around you happy, and all it did was make you miserable. You’d never had a plan for after graduation, not because you hadn’t wanted one, but because you’d been told over and over that once you married Christian, you’d be expected to stay at home and do whatever he required of you. You didn’t need a university degree to be a good housewife. You’d tried so hard to force yourself to be happy with that.

“We were married for two years. I was fuckin’ miserable. He was always gone for work, there’d be days that went by where I didn’t see him. I couldn’t do anything right. I didn’t clean enough, my cooking was shit, I was a bore in bed, I didn’t tell him I loved him enough, the list went on.”

You paused to take a drink of your water to try and calm yourself down from the familiar fury that had risen up in you. Christian had always had a way of getting under your skin, and it infuriated you even now, all these years later.

To your surprise, John reached out and grabbed your hand before you could pull it back from your glass and place it back on your lap. He rubbed his thumb back and forth over the sensitive skin of your inner wrist, gently soothing away your ire. How exactly a man you’d met not even a full hour ago had managed to find such an easy way to calm you down and settle your heart was lost to you. He looked like he wanted to interject, but he held his tongue, merely nodding at you as a gesture for you to continue.

“Then, one day, I’d been out running errands but I had to stop at home because I realized I’d forgotten my phone. I walked into our bedroom to see Christian-” you spit the name with venom dripping from your tongue, eyes blazing with fire. “-balls deep in my best fucking friend. Who was wearing my lingerie, if the rest wasn’t bad enough.”

John growled, the sound low and rough in his throat. It startled you slightly, hearing him make a sound so inhuman. And yet, you weren’t scared. Quite the opposite, in fact. You wanted to know how that growl would feel with his mouth pressed to your skin, his teeth sinking into your flesh, if he’d feel more animal than man.

You shook yourself from the daydream. “I divorced him, to the horror of damn near everybody. My mama was furious with me. All the gossipy old birds tutted and shook their heads at me, shaming me for darin’ to go against the Bible’s teachings and leave the bastard. My friends, if you could even call them that, all sided with Christian over me. My grandmama was the only one who was ever on my side, but she’d been in the hospital with a broken hip, so she couldn’t do much.”

You paused, needing to take a second to shove down the old hurt from being abandonded by essentially everyone in your life in one fell swoop. To your horror, your eyes are starting to water, and you roughly swipe at them with your free hand.

“Hey.”

You focus back on John as he gently grabs your attention. There’s a furrow in his brow, and he looks both heartbroken and furious at the same time. But surprisingly, there’s no pity. Whenever people have asked, or inadvertedly learned some facet of your life’s story, there’s always pity in their eyes. It’s something that endlessly frustrates you, and eventually you just stopped telling people altogether. But in John’s gaze, there’s nothing but understanding, and it throws you.

“You don’t have ta keep goin’ if ya don’t want to, love.”

God, could this man get any more perfect? Honestly, this is only cementing the idea in your head that somehow, someway, John Price is a figment of your imagination, because such a perfect man can’t possibly exist in real life.

“Ah, s’alright, John,” you say with a wry smile. “Figure you deserve an explanation for being acosted and propositioned by a stranger in a pub on a random Friday night.”

“Well, it’s certainly been a more interesting start to a weekend than I’ve had in a while.”

You snort, not expecting that from him. He chuckles with you, and as the two of you pull yourselves back together, Clare arrives with your food. She’s brought fish and chips, as well as bangers and mash. She sets the food down, and your stomach grumbles a bit at the delicious smells. Still, you give John a bit of a look.

“So you’re a proper Brit, huh?”

He gives you a wicked grin. “Proper isn’t usually a word used to describe me, love.”

Fuck, this man’ll be the death of you.

You take a break from the impromptu trauma-dumping you’ve been subjecting John to in order to eat, and damn if he wasn’t right in saying that this little pub had good food.

“This might be some of the best food I’ve had in the UK so far, John.”

He scoffed at that. “Clearly you’ve not been havin’ good experiences then. I’ll have to recommend some more places to ya’.”

A pleasant little buzz swirled low in your belly. Maybe that means you’ll see more of him? Maybe some how you haven’t managed to scare him off with your fucked up life story so far. Small mercies.

After taking a bite of his own food, John fixes you with a look. “So, how’d a southern belle like you end up in fuckin’ Liverpool of all places?”

You couldn’t stop the bark of laughter at his incredulous tone. “Quite the change, isn’t it? After the absolute disaster that was my divorce, I couldn’t stay in that little town. Every single person knew what’d happened, and not a single one aside from grandmama was on my side. I was drowning.”

You paused to take another sip of your water. “I needed an out. I needed an escape. And then I saw an ad for an international student sponsorship program in the UK, and it was like a sign from the Lord Himself. Offering a full ride to international students if they attended UCL and then joined the workforce in the UK for a minimum of five years. Best damn decision I ever made.”

John furrowed his brows. “I’d imagine it’s mighty difficult to transfer credits, ‘n all that.”

You laughed bitterly. “Didn’t need to transfer shit. I wasn’t allowed to go to uni in the states. I had to fight to get my momma to let me get my damn high school diploma. Apparently, Christian had wanted to propose even earlier, and she was all for it, but I wanted that diploma. I’d earned it. But higher education? A housewife doesn’t need that. Don’t need a fancy degree to play house, and that’s the only career I’d ever been told I was allowed to have.”

The look on John’s face was explosive. “Tha’s fuckin’ bullshite,” he growled, and again, the tone of his voice sent shivers down your spine, in the best way. “It ain’t up to them. ‘S your life.”

His words damn near made you start crying again. How is it that this man understood you better than every single person in your stupid little town that you’d grown up in? They’re the ones who’d known you for near two decades, and yet, the image of you they wanted to believe in was about as far from reality as one could get.

“That’s a small, southern town for ya,” you muttered, twisting a napkin between your fingers. “Backwards and misogynistic and fuckin’ racist.” You paused. “Well, not always. There are plenty ‘o towns that are jus’ fine in the South, filled with wonderful people. I just wasn’t lucky enough to be born in one of them.”

John nodded sagely. “Tha’s true of damn near everywhere, love. For every good person, seems like there’s four bad, unfortunately.”

You shook your head. “Anyways, I grabbed what little belonged to just me, and left town as soon as I could. I had a small amount of savings from doin’ odd jobs for the neighbors, and it was enough to pay the fee to apply to UCL. I don’ know how, but I got in on the sponsorship, and I was on the first plane outta the states I could get. I got here broke as hell, with half a suitcase to my name, but for the first time ever, I’d felt like I was in charge of my own future, you know?”

The look he gave you was so tender it just about broke your heart. “Oh, princess,” he sighed, reaching out with one hand, palm up. He waited until you placed your hand in his, fingers brushing across a calloused palm before he continued. “You always should’a been allowed that choice. I’s a damn shame you weren’t. But the fact that you were strong enough to break free? It speaks volumes. I don’ gotta wonder how you got into UCL. They’d’ve been fools to reject ya.”

You covered your mouth with your free hand, trying desperately to hold back the sobs. “I swear I’m not usually this emotional,” you protested shakily, trying to wrest back control. “Shit.”

John abruptly stood up from the booth, not letting go of your hand.

“C’mere,” he said gruffly, tugging you to your feet and into his arms. You went willingly, letting him wrap you up in a strong embrace. One arm banded around your waist, pressing you tightly against his chest as his hand settled low on your hip. The other hand came up to cradle the back of your head as you buried your face in the hollow of his throat. Your fingers twisted in that light blue henley that felt so damn soft under your touch. He pressed his lips to the top of your head, and just held you.

Giving up the fight, you let some of your tears fall, letting the old pains and sorrow that tonight had resurrected fade away. The last time you’d been hugged like this had been when your daddy was still alive, but he’d died when you were just a little girl, and it’d been so long since you’d felt that same safety and comfort you’d felt in his arms.

“I mean every word I’ve said, love,” John whispered into your hair. “Every damn one. I work with some o’ the toughest bastards you’ve ever seen, and you’ve got every single one’a them beat. You’re one o’ the strongest women I’ve ever met, survivin’ what you have. Don’ let anyone tell you any different.”

The conviction in his voice stunned you. Once again, you were struck by the thought that maybe you’d fallen and hit your head and were in some kind of hallucinatory dream state. People like John Price didn’t exist outside of the pages of romance novels, and there was no way you were lucky enough to stumble into the physical embodiement of the kind of man you’d dreamt about rescuing you from your sad, pathetic life for years.

It was a foolish hope you’d held during your brief marriage and the tumultuous divorce. That a knight in shining armor would come to sweep you off your feet and take you away from everything bad in the world. Eventually, you’d decided that you couldn’t wait for a wish upon a star, and had taken the steps to save yourself. And you’d done it. You’d made it. You’d become more than what they’d planned for, but somehow you’re still having trouble believing you’ve come across the exact kind of man who would’ve saved you, if given half the chance.

You held on tightly for a few seconds more, letting yourself relish in being held in what you could imagine was a loving embrace. Then you took a step back, wiping at your eyes as you tried desperately not to let your embarrassment show.

“You’re probably the kindest man I’ve ever met, John Price.”

He smiled down at you, his own eyes bright. “Nothin’ less than what you deserve, princess. Now, c’mon an’ finish the rest o’ the story.”

You both took a seat again, and it took you a few seconds to remember where you’d left off and what question you were actually answering.

“Uh, yeah, so I went to UCL, worked my ass off, and managed to get my degree in two and a half years. I spent another half a year with the university as a teaching assistant, before my professor gave me a job recommendation for a consulting firm out here. I’d been living in dorms, so I didn’t have much. Makes moving easy when you haven’t set down roots. I found a small flat overlooking the river, and started at my job. I’ve only been in Liverpool for about six months now.”

John shook his head. “You’re goddamn incredible, you know that?”

You felt your cheeks burn at the compliment, and took a sip of water to try and not make it obvious just how affect you were by his words.

“I’m serious. Fuckin’ incredible. The only thing I don’ get, is why the fuck your ex from Bumfuck Nowhere, USA is here. Can’ imagine Liverpool bein’ all that attractive of a tourist destination for a lil’ shit like him.”

You sighed. “It’s a stupid class reunion of all things. Was originally supposed to be a five year reunion that ended up getting cancelled because a bunch of them got sick. That’s the problem with living in a small town. When one person gets sick, the whole fuckin’ town gets sick. But Christian wanted to go all out, and sent out a big invite to our whole class, all 40 of us, declaring that he was funding a trip to Liverpool for the class reunion.” You shook your head. “Don’t know why Liverpool, my only guess is that he thinks it’s ‘exotic’ or some such bullshit. Most’ve them have never left the state, let alone the country.”

John scratched at his beard pensively. “Did he know you were in Liverpool?”

You felt dread pool in your gut, ice cold and terrifying. You hadn’t even considered the possibility that Christian could’ve chosen Liverpool because you were here. You just figured he was being a stupid, uneducated idiot, choosing a random city and country to fly to just because he could.

“I-I don’t know,” you whispered. “I cut off all contact with everyone back home, but I didn’t exactly keep my plans a secret. My momma knew I was taking off to Europe. She still worships the ground Christian walks on, if he asked her, she’d absolutely tell him.”

John scowled. “Maybe he wants another chance?” But before he could even finish the thought, already you were shaking your head.

“Christian never loved me. I’m not sure he’s capable of it. But I was supposed to be his, we’d grown up hearing that, and when I divorced him, it was like taking away a toddler’s favorite toy. He threw some pretty epic tantrums in court.” You took a deep breath. “He doesn’t want me back because he missed me, or wants another chance. He just wants ‘what’s his’, or something else equally stupid, I’m sure.”

You ran your fingers through your hair, frustrated. “What the fuck am I going to do? They’re holding the damn reunion in the town I live in. Even if I didn’t go to the events, I’m sure they’ll find ways to fuckin’ harass me. And I can’t afford to take a vacation anywhere right now.”

John hummed in agreement, a thoughtful look on his face. He tapped his thick fingers against the rim of his water glass as he looked at you, and you felt very suddenly like you’d just let a fox in the henhouse.

“I’ve got a… proposition, love.”

You nodded slowly, suspiciously. “Go on?”

He smiled, slow and dangerous. “What’dya say we continue our performance from earlier? It’d be damn hard for him ta harass you into gettin’ back with him if you’ve got your husband with ya.”

[mitsukitsume]

Feast on Fear~

Pov: Pickle meets Pet!

(There will only be one reader which will be pickle! But I'll keep pet as an insert character too!)

"Are you done yet?! I am waiting sweetheart..."

You heard the muffled voice of Isaac as you finish up your final look. You take a good look in the mirror while wearing the outfit Isaac had picked out for you. He truly knew what would look best on you. Not to mention the heavy price tag it came with. Not that hed ever mind. You were worth every penny. After all it was a fancy event so it was only essential that you wore the best.

"How do I look?"

Azriel had invited you and Isaac to a evening party he had held. Although it was mostly for business purposes, you were still excited and nervous to go. It was your first time attending anything fancy.

"Yea just a minute!"

You replied as you took a final look and went ahead to open the door. Isaac's gaze immediately fell on you and his eyes widened a little. You looked...gorgeous. He was almost at a loss for words. You saw the blush on his ears and smiled at his cute flustered state.

"Wow..you..look so beautiful..I.. barely have the words to describe you.."

"You look pretty good yourself handsome.."

He chuckled a little at your flirty reply. He got closer to you and took your hand to give it a kiss before asking you to leave with him.

The drive to Asriel's house was about 30 minutes.. you and Isaac talked about random things and who could be at the event. Eventually the drive came to an end and you and Issac stepped outside. It was the first time you looked at Asriels manor and it was breathtaking...alot bigger than Isaacs. You and Isaac made your way inside and immediately a few people recognised Isaac and started to chat with him. Isaac introduced you as his partner and people were nice to you as well. You were still very anxious about meeting all these fancy people. A few moments pass and you see a beautiful blonde man walking up to Isaac. You thought he must be another one of Isaac's associates but he was Asriel himself. You couldn't believe it. You honestly thought he was some old bald man. But he was quite attractive. Not as much as Isaac though. He was the most charming in your eyes.

"Hmm Adorable pet.."

Asriel said teasingly. Isaac let out a scoff and replied.

"They are not a pet you know."

Asriel laughed and said in return.

"I know I know...just teasing.. Although you are quite adorable dear..what's your name? I am guessing you already know who I am?"

You replied nervously and nodded your head a little.

"Y-Yes ..it's nice to meet you Mr.Cain..My name is XXXX"

"It's good to meet you. I really wanted to know what made this man of steel melt

You laughed at his remark meanwhile Isaac rolled his eyes. After a bit of chitchat, Isaac got pulled away from you. He was discussing a few things with his work accociates. You decided to explore the enormous manor a bit. It was beautiful. The walls were painted in an off white colour with gold decorations all around. You didn't doubt that it was real pure gold.

As you were wandering you got a bit away from the party and noise to a more seculed area. It was a balcony with a beautiful view to the outside. You were looking up at the stars appreciating them for Thier beauty and glamour. It was a calm atmosphere until...there was a hand on your back that startled you to your core.

You gasped loudly and saw the person who touched you. It was a beautiful person with a bright smile. They looked even more ethereal in the moonlight.

"Hello.."

They said. You were still a little nervous and starteld from the way they silently creeped up to you.

"H-Hello..C-Can I know who you are..?"

"Hmm..is that really important..?"

The reply caught you off guard. How wasn't it important?

"W-Well I'd like to know who you are..! You know you almost scared me.."

"Oh did I..? My apologies.."

They said as they took a step forward. You didn't know what it was but there was something off about this person... something just wasn't right. You took a step back only to get trapped between the railing and them.

"Umm..what are you doing..? W-Why are you.."

"You ask too many questions."

They cut you off. They were only fueling your suspicion. As they walked in even closer..they were about to grab you until you pulled out a small knife Isaac had given you for safety and stabbed them in the abdomen...You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. When you opened them you expect med to see a person bleeding out but instead what you saw shook you to your core. They didn't move an inch. Instead, just smiling back at you. You gasped in utter shock and horror...no it couldn't be..? Was it really one of those of what Isaac told you?.

They took out the sharp object and threw it to the ground...they looked up to you.

"W-Wha..t..a-are...y-yo-.."

Before you could even finish your sentence.. you were grabbed harshly with inhuman power and smashed against a wall. They pinned you while standing over you.

"I didn't appreciate that."

Those words made you shiver...you had definitely dug a hole for yourself. There was no way you could defend yourself against a mythic.

"Don't close your eyes...look..at..me.."

You were way too Afraid but compiled. They smirked as they saw the fear and tears in your eyes threatening to spill. You saw there fangs and immediately realised what you had gotten yourself into..

" A vampire..?"

You mumbled softly. They chuckled and grabbed your chin to make your fearful gaze meet theirs..

"Yes...a vampire.."

You felt a shiver down your spine. It was true...You had thought that what Isaac told you just might not be true. You didn't pay much attention to it but this was something else. Right Infront of you was something that was inhuman... nothing was going to save you. You closed your eyes in fear and a few tears spilled out. You could hear them chuckle in amusement.

"Scared..? I love that.."

"P-please...l-let..me..g-go..W-Why..are you doing t-this..?"

You managed to say barely. What was it planning with you!? You were just just minding your own business!..

"Hmm..Why should I let a prey go huh..? You smell so sweet..I just need to get a taste..but I think that might just not be enough.."

"Open them."

They commanded sternly. You opened your eyes and saw the predatory look in their eyes. You opened your mouth to scream but soon felt a hand on your mouth silencing you . Half of your body was suddenly pushed over the balcony with their hand pinning your abdomen to the railing.

"Tell me how I should drain you..? Slit your throat and let it all drip out?.."

You started to silently sob at that. You thought of Isaac and how'd he feel if he ever found you like that. You can't let this happen but what could you even do?

"Or maybe thatd be too wasteful...I wouldn't to waste your precious blood now.."

"L-Let me g-go..please! I...h-havent d-done anything...let me go please..."

Your breathing was getting faster and now you were beyond terrified. You kept thinking of Isaac and wishing at any moment maybe he could save you. But what could even he do in this? If he intervened his life would be equally at risk.

Suddenly, they pushed you away from the balcony and back onto to the wall. You slumped down and crouched against the wall in fear. They slowly walked up to you and crouched down still wearing that sly smirk. They grabbed both of your shoulders and leaned in to whisper in your ear.

"I am going to suck the life out of you."

Your eyes widened...is this really how your end was written? How would he feel? He'll be in so much pain...and there's nothing you could've done now. You were beyond stupid for wandering off. They leaned back and started to laugh at you. Mocking you. You could only cry in fear as you saw your end near.

"PET!!!"

You heard a familiar voice call out loudly. They looked at the direction of voice and rolled there eyes.

"How many times do I tell you not to mess with people I work with!?"

You heard Asriel say angrily. Then you saw Isaac. He looked a bit afraid but panicked more when he saw your terrified expression. He quickly made his way to you and snatched you away from the inhumane creature. He wrapped his arms around you as to shield you away. You sighed in relief and felt your shoulders relax a bit. You were finally back in your comfort place when you thought you'd die a few minutes ago.

"I was just having fun..Come on look they are unharmed.. nothing wrong with a little teasing."

"My god..you are unbelievable..I should've locked you."

Asriel was more disappointed than angry. He knew that this was expected of his "pet"

"Are you okay..!? Are you hurt anywhere..? I was so worried when I couldn't find you anywhere..!"

"Calm down Mr.Loverman...Although it's adorable how you're scared but trying to seem like a hero Infront of them..? How cute.."

Isaac didn't reply as he knew what they said was true but even if he was scared your safety was still his first priority. In his presence he'd try everything just to protect you. He took off his coat and wrapped it around you still holding you tightly.

"Sigh...I can't believe this..isaac..I apologise for this..and to you too...And you..you're in deep trouble tonight...in need of a discipline."

"Don't threaten me with a good time!"

Isaac shortly left after and took you home.

"I thought I was going to die.."

"God I was worried sick looking for you everywhere...I thought..."

"I am sorry Isaac. I shouldn't have wandered off..I didn't know something so dangerous..was.. lurking.."

"It scared me too because I know that's something I can't really do anything to protect you from and that's my biggest fear! To not be able to protect you...I'd never forgive myself if something ever happened."

"....why would he even keep something like that?"

"It's..for protection..but I think he has many other reasons too...reasons I'd rather not know..."

The rest of the evening was you explaining to Isaac in detail what happened. Tonight really changed your view of the world and made you more cautious while going outside.