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vicorices · 5 days ago

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hey… so like yk that trend where bridesmaids would bring the groom spicy polroid photos of the bridd.. can you write something a little like that but its reader nd sevik’s wedding (smut pls if u didnt know alrdy)😻🎀

₊˚⊹♡ dive in.

a/n — ugghhhhh i totally see this, sorry for taking so long non x // request open + masterlist.

18+ mdni, public sex, use of strap-on (it’s refered as cock/dick too) strap sucking, use of pet names.

to be fair, sevika did want to marry, the thing was organizing a wedding.

you've been running non-stop the last months so she gets you're burnt out. your fianceé can be many things, but her patience it's a golden treat even when she don't have time to properly fuck you lately, she knows you'll be back to your own self after the celebration, and sevika’s not afraid of having to put up with your grumpy side any time of the day.

she can handle you, simple as a summer day. what she cannot handle instead, was that backstabbing shit you were pulling on her after being so well behaved, playing the part of an understanding wife until one of your friends give her the first photo and she has to look at it twice to be sure she's looking at it right, cause there's no way you're standing in a tiny polaroid picture wearing a purple set of underwear, comfortably laying around in bed — a bed you share with her every night.

it sends her into a spiral. the music is loud in a room full of celebrating guests and still, her mouth is suddenly dry and she feels like it has been a fucking year now without having sex, so dramatic as she's searching for you even when you're already looking at her, raising your champagne glass in a silent toast with a playful smirk.

and she thinks you'll have the decency to be kind to her after all, but your friends kept the photos coming, and each one seemed to be more obscene than the last one as she looked at them a couple of times afraid someone else could see it before tucking it away in the safety of her suit. at first a casual set of purple lingerie that scaled insanely quick to a very close frontal shot of your full lips slightly parted, and sevika can recognize your hands squeezing your tits together for the picture, you fucking tease — the third picture steals the air from her lungs at the sight of you already on your knees, looking up to the camera with nothing on top.

did your friends see them too? do they know how low they are helping you play? you're making her put up a show ‘cause you're laughing at her face, her erratic movements, how she forgot to keep on talking to the guests, show some manners from a zaunite already in the council, but shit she's so weak. you've deprived her for what? a month or two? can you really expect her to behave and not to act up stupid? you're wearing this beautiful white gown and sevika cannot help but wonder, truly wonder, by the look in your face, what are you wearing down all that expensive fabric.

low.

you're looking at her while you talk to your close ones and sevika fights the need to drag you away from everyone as the photos kept appearing randomly, hitting her in the worst moments, cause she thinks she got it figured it out, that she finally collected herself as the minutes pass until another friend appears with a sinful picture and she thinks to herself, she's going to have a word or two with you about that teasing game she didn't agree to be a part on.

how can she be mad at you anyway? when you're so good at taking those photos for her? when you look so beautiful making your underwear to the side to have a look of your soaked pussy you so eagerly show to the camera lens? you're biting down your lip cause you really are enjoying it, showing that nasty side you cannot hide and she just loves to have every single time.

her devotion to you knows no barrier at that point, cause people are laughing loudly, singing and dancing under the changing lights and the bands playing in the background, yet sevika's blatantly stealing you from the rest and there's no point in saying no when she's pulling you to the tiny photobooth you thought it'd be cute to take up pictures for the guests and have a little token of your union to your wife to take home, closing down the red curtain to corner you against the camera wall.

"did you like the photos?" you have the audacity to ask with a smile on your lips — "it's a reward for being so good to me all this time."

"is this your idea of reward, doll?" sevika cannot hide the smirk on her face, not when she’s actually enjoying all the talking for once. "haunt me the whole night until i can finally get you alone?"

"it's fun" you try to defend yourself, but you already lost the whole case as her big hands fall against your figure, tracing your sides as she mocks your words: you have different views of fun clearly. "i was going to make it up to you later, vika. the two of us."

"make up to me you say," she chuckles, almost not believing you "well take care of me now then. i deserve it."

she does it really, so you let her push you around, use force to pin you down against the wall as she takes what she's been anxiously craving, cursing against the complex fabric of your wedding dress until she's able to grip it in one hand, noticing the same purple set she saw before in the pictures.

"fucking slut doin' this on purpose" sevika shakes her head in disbelief as she takes a look of your body in the colorful lingerie "and you were going to be cruel and make me fucking wait to have you? on our own wedding day?"

"vika-"

“you took the photos, fuckin´ deal with it.”

“what if someone comes in?”

“i’ll tell them to fuck off,” she promises quickly like she thought about it all already “it’s our day, our wedding.”

there’s something about the way she’s saying it that makes you oblivious to the rest, makes your head spin cause you forgot about your worrying, the guests, the cake and everything in between. so you're not aware of when you pushed the red button on the screen of the photobooth, nor when it activates it's original purpose when sevika's fully into making out with you, capturing the sight of your figures blending together in the same picture — by the second shot you can notice the smirk on her brown lips and in the third, it's not really visible as she seems to be too close to the camera lens, making the image blurry as she attacks on your neck.

maybe it's the thrill of being discovered, the fact sevika can feel the flash of the photos being taken, but she wishes to be patient again — have it in at least a couple of hours on her actual wedding night for a chance, privately, but the strap she choose willingly to wear in a way of fully teasing you, was now pushing against your leg and you have to stop for a second with your brows furrowed.

"is that-" sevika's nodding and you want to say something, but you find amusing to know your wife is wearing a strap-on to your wedding celebration, one you surely have seen already.

"make up to me," she repeats once again, serious this time "for being cruel."

no one interrupts anyway. the music's too loud, the sweat in the air is too strong and guests already drank a lot so no one gives a shit when you're getting on your knees, when sevika's toying with your hair as you're the one to unbuckle the belt from her pants, the one who kisses the happy trail of her lower belly without protesting, noticing the blue silicone as her pant pools in her ankles and your wife cannot seem to care about anything but the sight of you on your knees.

"get it wet" sevika's less gentle now as she's pointing to her fake cock, licking her lips like she can taste yours in them before adding: "so i can fuck you good, okay?"

to be fair — it's just an excuse, cause she knows you're dripping in your pretty purple panties, that the dildo would split you open yes, stretch you out even without making much effort, but she just wants to see how you do it, how you become a drooling mess, salivating all over the floor, getting your dress wet totally unaware of everything else.

and hell she wishes she could feel it all, cause you look so pretty with your mouth full it's insane, pushing against the rubber to take it in your throat further until you make yourself gag, and your wife takes care of you, so she's pulling away but in all honestly the sight of you debauched already only spurs her on 'cause the amount of saliva coating your lips connecting you to her dick makes her insane, cleaning the corners of your mouth with her thumb.

"easy there, get used to it and take it slow," her voice is rough as she helps you put your hair up in a ponytail vika holds in her mechanic fingers, watching your polished moves as you get to work again, relaxing until the tip of your nose is touching her skin, and your eyes are watering but she can feel your breathing on her, the friction between her legs every time you move to take her deeper, the fabric of the harness consistently rubbing between her legs — "there you go bunny. s'good taking it all, go on keep sucking and don't get distracted."

you want to do good, desperate to please her over and over again, you can take it. that's what she says as her hips involuntarily thrust against your mouth, and it's so slippery the rubber cock slides inside your bucal cavity and she's roughly hitting on the back of your throat until there's this sound you make involuntarily each time the strap invades your mouth and makes you choke, leaving you a mess as you're drooling all over your tits.

her flesh hand does a good job on making you move, fingers tightening in your hair as she sets an steady pace against your mouth, swollen lips that close around the shaft as she pushes it deeper, cleaning up your tears cause she don't want your make up to be ruined, all pretty trying hard for her.

she's going to cum like this, inevitable. you're looking up to her with your big eyes, a damn smirk cause even when you're struggling you're having so much fun you cannot help it, and once again she's needy for more than what she'd like to admit.

the movement of her hips rubs her right in the spot when sevika's already so sensitive soaking her inner thighs, forcing her cock in your mouth — it's so good, you're so damn good.

so she cums around nothing, your sloppy movements as you suck on her strap, that zoned out look you have that only makes her moan hastily, leaning against the photobooth to press that fucking button again that's been randomly taking pictures now capturing the features of your wife as you now disappear from the frame, the pleasure on sevika's face she's unaware before pulling you upwards again, making you stand as she parts your legs with her knee forcing you to turn around to have a good view of your ass.

"my good little cocksleeve, always ready to be stuffed," she praises, leaving wet kisses on the expanse of your shoulders, going down your spine as she don't bother to take your panties off, no, she wants to fully fuck you in them "spread yourself open, help me sink in you."

your hands come up to grip on your asscheeks, pulling them aside to help your wife reach deeper, use you better by all means. the tip of the cold silicone wet with your own saliva kisses your entrance, and you melt away when sevika's finally fucking you until the base of her cock disappears inside your warm cunt, holding you still even in a secluded space.

she's shoving her fingers in your mouth, making you suck on her digits with a hungry look: lame, she's gonna cum again and she's acting up so fucking lame.

"fucking take it," the damn camera flashes again and sevika has lost count of how many pictures are waiting outside the booth of you two, but she's too busy to say something when she's sinking inside your drenched pussy, pulling on your hair as she grips on the curve of your hip, making you move with her as her movements get rougher, each time more demanding, deeper — "that's it. make space for me, it's not that hard, isn't it?"

she's on a sinking ship either way: slow is now overrated and she would rather dive in headfirst to openly drown in you.

was that so bad? i mean, you're married to her now.

#arcane #18+ mdni #arcane smut #arcane x reader #arcane au #smut #wlw smut #arcane drabbles #sevika x you #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika #sev x reader #wife!sevika

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shikaizer · 4 days ago

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behind touch II. paigebueckers x reader.

PART I PART II

after paige being deep knuckles inside you last night while your team are asleep, she offered you a round two.

smut. semi-public sex. paige eating u out while fingering u.

The room was filled with soft snores and the occasional shifting of blankets, morning sunlight crept in through a crack in the curtains, casting long shadows over the tangled mess of limbs and sleeping bags on the floor.

your eyes fluttered open, the hazy memory of last night hitting you like a wave, the way paige had touched you, the way you let her, the way you came for her, silently and desperately, surrounded by your sleeping teammates.

you turned your head slowly, paige was still beside you, lying on her back, one arm draped behind her head, her eyes were closed, but you could tell she wasnt asleep.

you stared at her, heart hammering again, unsure what to say, but before you could even whisper a word, she opened one eye.

“morning” she murmured, voice low and scratchy, your face flushed instantly “your such a—”

“what?” she whispered with mock innocence, stretching a little under the blanket “you didnt seem to mind last night.” you glanced around nervously, everyone else still looked dead asleep, aubrey was snoring, nika was slumped in a chair across the room, no one noticed anything.

you turned back to Paige and gave her a quiet glare “we were in a room full of people”

"and you came on my fingers like a good little slut” she whispered, her smirk widening “bet your still wet.”

your breath hitched, she knew she was right,her hand slid beneath the covers again, and you immediately caught her wrist, eyes wide “dont”

“why not?” she teased, leaning closer “you gonna stop me this time?” you stared at her, lips parted, your body betraying you already, she leaned in even closer, her mouth brushing the edge of your ear.

“i'll be quick” she whispered “and so quiet, you'll barely have to move.”

you swallowed hard, heart thudding in your chest as her fingers dipped just low enough to make your breath catch.

“i could make you come again before anyone even opens their eyes.” you didnt answer, you didnt need to, your body was already giving her permission.

you squeezed her wrist under the blanket, giving her a warning look, but your eyes betrayed you, wide, dark, needy.

paige raised an eyebrow “yeah, thats what i thought.” without another word, she slipped out from under the covers, moving slow and casual like she was just going to the bathroom, she glanced back once, eyes locking with yours, then jerked her head toward the door.

your pulse jumped, you hesitated just a second before pushing the blanket off your body and following her, careful not to step on anyones arms or crush a stray bag, your heart was pounding so loud you were sure someone could hear it.

the hallway outside the room was cold and quiet, she grabbed your wrist the second you stepped out and tugged you down the corridor, both of you barefoot, moving quick and silent until she found a small supply closet near the stairwell.

she shoved the door open, pulled you in, and slammed it shut behind you, the lock clicked, the room was dark and small.

you didnt even have time to speak, paige pressed you against the wall, her mouth crashing into yours, all heat and tongue and frustration, you moaned into her lips before you could stop yourself, fingers tangling in her hoodie.

“you were so good last night” she murmured between kisses, her hand already sliding under your shirt “but I want to see you fall apart this time.” she dropped to her knees, you gasped softly, your back pressing harder against the wall, your thighs already trembling as she tugged your shorts down, her mouth was hot and wet as she kissed along your inner thigh, eyes locked on yours in the dim light.

then her tongue found you, slow and smooth, dragging up your slit, and your head hit the wall with a soft thump, her hands held your hips down, her mouth working you open with a hunger that made your legs shake.

you bit your fist, barely containing the sounds trying to escape.

she sucked your clit, then slipped two fingers inside you, curling them just right, and you broke.

she swirled her tounge and didn't waste any time, straight up thrusting inside you without stopping pace relentless, and you know it.

you came hard, clutching her hair, your legs nearly giving out as she held you up, her tongue still moving, drawing out every twitch and spasm until you were dripping and breathless.

she finally stood, licking her lips, her eyes dark with satisfaction “told you i'd make you come again” you just stared at her, dazed, flushed, completely ruined, she leaned in, kissing your cheek softly this time.

“next time” she whispered “your on your knees.”

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oddity036 · 27 days ago

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UNCLE MIKE PT 1:

I was visiting my dad's adopted brother, Uncle Mike, for the weekend as my parents were out of town, and this was a big problem for me. See, I'm 19, but they'd rather not leave me home alone after an accident last year. Now, the reason it was bad for me? Well...

I've always had this... Fantasy, you could call it? Of going up and just rubbing on his glorious gut... God, it's so big and hairy, but smooth at the same time. I just want to shove my face into it every time i see it and listen for hours.

Que me arriving there and my parents leaving. Everything was fine at first, i sat down watching the current baseball game with him, but the only "ball" i could really think about was the round sphere of a gut on Mike...

Then, the worst possible thing happened. Mike got up with a grunt and began to take his shirt off- "Whew son, it's hot as hell in here. That AC don't make a damn difference. Hope ya dont mind"

As you could imagine, I wanted to die on the spot.

"Hey, kid, come to think of it, mind grabbin me a cold one?"

I gladly went to the kitchen, happy to have any excuse to get him out of my line of sight, but when i returned and gave him the beer, he said

"Hey, before ya sit down... I dunno uh, how to put this but... I've noticed for a couple years now how ya been lookin at me. Specifically my gut. Of course, i can't blame ya, look at this thing! Ya dont get a gut like this off of nothin but beer and good mama's style food, huh?"

I could only sheepishly nod and stare back, terrified that I had been read so quickly and easily.

"Anyways, I wanted to ask, if you'll keep this between you and me, if ya wanna come get all those temptations outta yer system? I'm down for a good rubbin if you're good to give it"

I couldnt believe my ears, this was like a dream come true for me! Of course I (a bit too eagerly) agreed, and knealt down to get face to face with the gut i'd been admiring for years, running my fingers along the hairy surface, stretched taught with years of beer and mounds of food...

Then he asked...

"Hey... Y'know I aint got a whole lot of cash... It's a bit hard to afford too much food, especially for two people, so i have a... proposition of sorts. You eat dinner tonight, and I put you in my tank for the night to hold me over. I'll let ya out in the morning, promise."

I could only look at him, bewildered with what he was asking... It had to be a joke, right? He didnt really think he could swallow me whole, did he? But something in his eyes was telling me he was dead serious.

"Well, if that's a yes, you can help yourself to whatever ya want in the kitchen, just dont eat me out of house and home..."

20 minutes later, i returned to the living room, haven eaten a pack of ramen noodles. I looked at Mike with a questioning glance as he motioned for me to get closer

"Ya done then? Great. Cmere, " he said, as he grabbed me by the underarms and opened his mouth wide... I could smell the beer on his breath as he brought me closer, his mouth stretching impossibly wide, or was i getting smaller? At this point who knows...

He grabbed my shirt and quickly pulled it off as he then grabbed me and shoved me headfirst into the gaping maw. It was like nothing i'd ever felt before... then came the panic, I started to flail, fully realizing just what was happening only then, but it was too late. He slipped off my pants and socks, savoring the flavor until I fell entirely past his lips and into his stomach. In there, I could hear the gurgling of everything going on inside of him and his muffled voice from outside:

"Ohhh yeah kid... you really hit the spot. Well, I guess i'll see you in the morning, huh?"

I was about to reply as i felt his gut tighten and squeeze as he sat upright again, watching the game once more.

"Oh- Hell yeah, home run!"

#male vore #gay vore #male pred #same size vore #willing prey

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blushsturns · 23 days ago

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I have a request ❤️!! Totally ok if you don't wanna do it but it's waitress reader x Chris. He goes into the restaurant with his brothers and it's just love at first sight and he's super sweet to her and it's so cute and super fluffy!!!

Totally ok if you don't wanna do it xx

title: the diner

word count: 4400

౨ৎ “You know, I’m glad i decided to come here tonight. I wouldn’t have met my future wife if I didnt.”

You rolled her eyes. “Have you always been a flirt?”

He flashed you the biggest grin and nods his head. “Since day one, pretty girl. Hope you don’t mind it.”

It was absolutely dead at the diner. The last patron you had was 30 minutes ago and the time was going by very slowly. The sound of the ticking clock was driving you into insane boredom. The only other noise was the same overplayed songs you’d hear in a retail store playing in the background. It was a random Thursday night and usually the diner isn’t packed until the weekend when all of the people who are drunk or high need a place to go to sober up. Tonight was not one of those nights. You didn’t like when it was insanely busy, but at least it made the time go by quickly when it was.

You stood there behind the counter, scrolling aimlessly through your phone when you heard the door open with the familiar dinging sound followed by laughter and a couple voices talking among themselves, making themselves known of their presence. When you looked up to see who walked in, you were instantly intrigued at who they were.

Three boys who all had the variations of the same face stood there, waiting to be seated. They were all handsome and you could tell they were around your age, but you’ve never seen them before. The one who stood out to you was wearing a hoodie that said “Fresh Love” on the front and wore gray sweatpants. His eyes met yours for a brief moment with a spark of interest in his eyes before turning back to reply to something one of the others said. You didn’t want it to be insanely obvious you were already checking one of them out.

You slipped your phone into your apron pocket and put on your most friendly smile as you walked over to them. “Hi, welcome to the Diner! I’m Y/N and I’ll be your server. Three tonight?” You grabbed three menus as you awaited their reply.

They all looked at you at the same time and immediately stopped talking when they realized they were being helped. The taller one nodded his head, flashing you a friendly smile back. “Yes please, and we prefer a booth if that’s okay.”

The same one you noticed at first stared at you for a long hard moment, his eyes scanning you up and down to take in your appearance, his ocean blue eyes sparkling as his lips curved up into a wide grin before allowing you to lead them over to the most comfortable spot in the corner of the diner with a big booth and vintage photographs above the wall to fit the diner aesthetic.

You grew up going to this diner, and even though this was just a part time gig, you loved it and it was helping you save money for your own apartment. You loved your parents, but you were getting older and wanted a space of your own. The tips were insanely helpful with your “moving out fund” considering you don’t get paid as much as you were hoping for, but it was good practice with customer service skills and keeping you busy while you attended the university nearby full time.

They slid into the booth one by one as you placed the menus down in front of them. The one who you happened to check out stared up at you with his pretty ocean blue eyes, the same smile staying present on his lips. Was he checking you out, or was this all in your head? You usually had creepy old men try and hit on you, considering that was the majority of the type of people who come into the diner, unfortunately. It’s not everyday that a cute boy like him steps foot into the diner and actually seems to acknowledge you as a human being, not a machine who constantly fills your cup.

“What would you boys like to drink? Or do you want to put in any appetizers to start?” You spoke in your most friendly, customer service voice. You pulled out your pad and pen that was stuffed in your apron pocket. The other two boys were looking through the menu at the appetizers, but the boy with the pretty ocean eyes looked up at you, his smile only widening. You felt your cheeks grow hot and turn a light shade of pink at his constant stare.

You tried to ignore the fact that your cheeks were on fire, but it was impossible not to when he stared at you long and hard, his smile soon turning into a slight smirk like he knew that he already had an effect on you and you barely just met each other. How even his smile could make you insanely flustered.

They gave you their drink and appetizer orders, but also told you their names to get aquatinted. Nick, who was the oldest and the one who asked for the booth. Matt, who was super quiet, but seemed really friendly. Then there was Chris, the boy with the pretty ocean blue eyes and dazzling smile who couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off you.

You slipped your pad back into your pocket, flashing Chris a widening smile before turning on your heel and walking back to the kitchen to put their appetizer orders in.

You grabbed three glasses and filled them up with their desired drink option before walking back over to their table and setting their drinks down in front of them. “Thank fuck.” Nick replied in pure desperation as he took a long sip of his drink.

Your eyebrow raised slightly at his reaction because he seemed so desperate for his drink. Chris and Matt let out a laugh at their brother. Chris shook his head in disbelief, noticing your confusion with Nick's behavior.. “Don’t mind him. He’s been editing our video for hours and suddenly now the man acts like he’s completely parched and going to die without his precious coke.”

Nick rolled his eyes at his reply, immediately sassing him. “Says the one who drinks a dozen fucking sodas a day.”

All you could do was stand there and laugh at their banter and watch it in realtime. You grew up without having any siblings, so this wasn’t something that you ever got to experience before. “It’s funny, actually. Are you guys from around here?”

Chris immediately replied to your question. It almost felt like he didn’t want the others to reply and wanted to be the one to do it. “Yeah, we live about 10 minutes from here. We were looking for somewhere to eat because we all forgot to eat dinner.”

You frowned at his words as he mentioned they forgot to eat dinner, but you were glad they stepped foot into the diner. Really glad. “Why didn’t you guys eat?”

Matt shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, taking a sip of his drink. “Me and Chris were in a 4 hour stream playing Fortnite, and Nick, well he was editing and doing God knows what else.”

Nick and Matt began to bicker about what his comment meant and that left Chris and you alone for a moment. His eyes immediately fell to yours, his lips curving up into a wide grin. “So, how long have you been working here?”

You bit onto your bottom lip as you stared at him, a small smile staying present on your lips. “About a year and a half. I’m trying to save up for my own place, but shit is so expensive nowadays.”

“I know, tell me about it. It’s just me and my brothers in our house. We do Youtube for a living, and our own solo thing on the side, but shit is ridiculous. You seem like you’re doing great though. Got a good…head on your shoulders.” His words were genuine, truthful, down right sweet. Your cheeks felt extremely warm as your smile only widened. “Thank you..Chris.” His name fell off your tongue for the first time like you could imagine yourself saying it again and again, in many different situations, if you two were to continue talking about them leaving after they finish eating.

Thinking about them leaving after this made you sad and pulled on your heart strings a little. It was nice to have some company in the diner, and overall in your daily life. Life hasn’t been too interesting lately, and even though you feel as if you were doing okay at staying afloat, there was still something missing.

You stood there staring at him for a little bit too long, your smile widening and your cheeks growing even more warm by the second. It didn’t help that he also sat there, oblivious to anything and everything else and stayed focused solely on you.

Until Matt nudged his arm to get his attention, which caused him to break contact with you and whip his head over to his brother. “What the fuck, Matt?”

Matt rolled his eyes at him, a lighthearted chuckle leaving his lips. “Oh sweet, love sick smitten puppy.” He cooed playfully, moving his hand up to ruffle Chris’ hair. “How cute.”

You watched all of this play out, Chris’ cheeks reddening by the second as he shook his head in disbelief, trying to keep himself calm and collected, rather than allowing his brother to mess with him. It was cute to watch this play out, even though you could tell how flustered Chris was.

“I’m going to go check on your appetizers.” You spoke instantly, flashing them a small smile before turning on your heel and walking back to the kitchen. Your heart was thumping hard in your chest, adrenaline pumping through your veins from the excitement of it all. You could tell how adorably sweet Chris was, and a part of you wanted to keep getting to know him, but the other part of you was afraid he’d slip through your fingers once he walked out of the diner.

The appetizers were done and you quickly brought the plates over to their table, the smell of tater tots and mozzarella sticks wafting through your nostrils and making your stomach burn with hunger. You hadn’t eaten in a couple hours, but now that you were smelling their food, it was making you insanely hungry.

“Do you guys want to put in your food orders?” You ask them in a friendly voice, a small smile staying present on your face like you usually do to everyone to help with your “great customer service” attitude.

They gave you their food orders as you wrote everything down on the pad, smiling as you did so. You let them know it shouldn’t take long and you’ll be around if they need anything until then. Before you walked away to the kitchen, Chris flashed you a playful wink and it literally made your heart feel like it was gonna leap out of your chest.

It was just you and the cook tonight, but luckily that was enough and your shift ended in a couple hours anyway. They didn’t order a lot of food, so it wouldn’t take long to make. You found yourself staring at him through the kitchen as you watched him laugh at something Nick said, his laugh being the loudest and most distinctive of the three.

You tried to keep yourself busy on your phone as you waited for their food to be ready, but your eyes kept going back to Chris. You couldn’t believe you’ve never seen him before, especially in the diner. You were drawn to him the moment you saw him, like a gravity pull, wanting you two to find each other.

Finally, the cook lets you know their order is ready and you manage to carry everything out to their table with the help of the tray that was provided for you. They stopped talking once they realized you were approaching with their food, and you swore you saw Matt nudge Chris’ arm playfully, his cheeks slightly reddened at something his brothers were saying to him. How fucking cute was this boy?

You managed to place everything in front of the right person and folded the tray up, placing it under your arm. “Is there anything else I can get for you guys?”

“Sit with us.” Chris said immediately, like it was an invitation and he was inviting you to join them.

Your eyes widened in surprise at him being so forward, but honestly, it sounded very intriguing. You looked around the diner and there was nobody in sight. You hesitated, biting onto your bottom lip. Technically, you still got a 30 minute break before your shift ended, but you never sat with patrons before while you were on the clock. You weren’t sure if it would get you in trouble, but luckily, the cook was a very chill guy and always minded his business. Also, there was nobody else working or coming in to eat so you thought why the hell not.

“Okay, why not.” You flashed them all a smile, setting the tray aside to put away later and scooted into the booth next to Nick, directly across from Chris. They all flashed you a wide smile, making you feel instantly welcomed and warm inside. It wasn’t everyday that you had people be this nice to you, especially at work. The bonus was the cute one who couldn’t seem to stop staring at you, making your stomach erupt with butterflies.

You all ended up snacking on their appetizers and talking for two whole hours about absolutely everything; your childhood and theirs and what it’s like having siblings versus not having, hobbies and interests, and about their job as a creator and how time consuming, but rewarding it can be, and your favorite question of all was Nick randomly asking you if you’re single and what you look for in a guy.

Your cheeks were completely red at his question, a soft giggle leaving your lips.You felt all of their eyes on you, waiting for your answer. You look up into Chris’ eyes, his lips curving into a slight smirk, raising his eyebrow at you in curiosity as he awaits your answer.

Luckily there was still nobody in the diner, so you were able to continue relaxing and hanging out with them without feeling any guilt. You took in a deep breath, blowing a raspberry past your lips, before finally figuring out how to answer the question. “Well, someone who is cute, obviously is a bonus, but looks aren’t everything. Yes I’m single and I’d say what I look for in a guy is all about his heart and personality. I know that’s cheesy, but it’s true. Someone I can be myself with, laugh with, feel truly comfortable and have as a life partner and a best friend.” Your cheeks were even more red after you finished speaking. They all stared at you, but then you noticed Nick and Matt, who looked over at Chris and wiggled their eyebrows playfully at him, giving him subtle hints.

Chris looked back at them with annoyance written all over his face before looking back over at you, flashing you a cheesy smile. “I’m surprised someone as precious and beautiful as you doesn’t already have someone.” He spoke his words so smoothly, with so much confidence and it only made your cheeks even more warm.

“Nah, they aren’t worth my time anyway.”

“Could Chris be worth your time?” Matt asks you, raising his eyebrow up at you curiously.

You opened up your mouth to reply, but you watched Chris hit Matt over the back of the head due to his question. You giggled softly as you watched Matt pretend to be surprised at Chris’ sudden reaction, but from what you gathered by spending some time with them, this was just how they acted on a daily basis.

“The answer is yes.” You replied confidently, not holding back now. You knew that if you didn’t speak freely, even if it meant making yourself flustered, you’d regret it and not get the chance to see him ever again and you already didn’t want that.

Suddenly, you hear the sound of the bell jingling, indicating that somebody walked in. You looked up to see a group of people standing there, waiting to be seated. You felt your heart tugging in your chest as utter disappointment rolled through you with a soft, devastated sigh leaving your lips.

They noticed your demeanor had changed and instantly looked over to see the people waiting to be served. Chris’ face softened, a slight frown appearing on his face. “Looks like you gotta get back to work, huh?” Disappointment filled his tone and his facial expressions as he studied you intently, waiting for your response.

You let out another soft sigh, nodding your head, before trying to have a positive mindset about it, considering at least you got to talk to them as long as you did without having any interruptions. This was your job and you were still on the clock for another 2 hours, after all. “Yeah, sadly. But if you guys hang around for a bit longer, I’ll grab your checks if you guys wanna head out soon.”

“We’re definitely not in a hurry to go anywhere.” Chris said immediately, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he brought his hand up to his tousled locks and messing his hair up a bit to get it to sit properly on his head. You stared at him for a moment, taking in his adorable appearance. Just from talking to Chris and his brothers tonight, you felt like you gained three new best friends, but happened to be crushing on the one you couldn’t take your eyes off.

He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off you, either.

The other boys nodded in agreement to Chris’ words, laughter following suite as they passed along more innuendos towards him. It only made Chris more red in the face, which you were no stranger to. He was absolutely adorable and you already couldn’t get enough of him.

“See you soon, guys.” You pulled away from their booth, waving to them with a small smile on your face, although inside your heart was aching. If only you were off the clock already, and didn’t have any obligations so you can sit around and chat with them more. You passed one more glance at Chris, who’s eyes were still focused on you. When your eyes met, his lips curved into a wider smile, winking at you once again which made your heart beat rapidly in your chest, and the butterflies continued roaming in your tummy.

With one more sigh emitting from your lips, you returned back to work, putting on the best customer service persona that you knew all too well. The group of people didn’t seem phased that you took a minute to approach them, obviously lost in their own world.

You sat them in the same section as the boys, but with distance and took care of their orders before bringing it over to the kitchen so the cook could start working on it.

Even though he was still in the diner, you couldn’t stop thinking about Chris and how he looked at you, smiled at you, genuinely seemed interested in you and wanted to keep talking to you. The feeling was mutual and it was definitely a night you’d never forget.

You walked back over to the boys, exhaling out a deep breath before letting out a soft laugh. “Gotta love working as a server, always needed or wanted at any given time.”

“I think you do a hell of a job, sweetheart.” Chris replied confidently, the nickname rolling off his tongue, so sweet and gentle it almost made your heart want to leap out of your chest.

“Thanks, Chris.” You replied back sweetly, your cheeks now stained a permanent red and completely warm, a soft giggle emitting from your lips. “Um if you guys are wanting to head out, I can ring you up at the register?”

Nick lets out a soft sigh, nodding his head as he looks over at his brothers before moving his gaze to look up at you. “Yeah, I still have to finish editing the damn video. Chris here pay the bill.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Chris before slapping his credit card down in front of him. “You know what to do.”

You were confused by this, but decided not to dwell on it considering they were triplets and can probably do things without speaking and reading each other's mind. They began to scoot out of the booth to leave but Nick immediately wrapped his arms around you in a hug which you gladly accepted and hugged him back. He pulled away, grabbing your hand and placing three $100 bills in your palm. “The tip. I’m sure you can have Chris’ another time.”

Not only did it surprise you with the large amount of a tip, but also the fact that his words made your cheeks even more red, if that were even possible. You opened up your mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out. He thought this was hilarious, flashing you a wide grin before waving off to you and walking out towards the door. “See ya soon, pretty!”

Matt was more chill, offering you a hug as well and letting you know that you have amazing customer service and he hopes everyone can hang out again. The feeling was mutual.

Finally, it was just you and Chris alone. He stared at you for a moment, his pretty blue eyes sparkling as he grinned at you. “Let me pay first.”

You let a nervous laugh, nodding your head and motioning for him to follow you up to the front. You rang him up, printing out a receipt and giving him a pen and the copy to sign. He scribbled on it and handed it back to you with the credit card. When you looked down at the receipt, you noticed that it had more than just his signature filled out. He wrote down his phone number.

You looked back up at him, your smile only widening and your eyes gleamed in delight. “I was worried I wouldn’t hear from you, or see you again.”

Chris shook his head immediately, his hands in his pockets. “That’s not possible. I already am quite fond of you.”

A soft giggle emitted from your lips as you bit down onto your bottom lip, a nervous habit, before back up at him. “I feel the same way. I’m pretty sad that you guys have to leave.”

He nodded his head, a soft sigh emitting from his lips. “I am too. You know, I could talk to you for hours, mainly to listen to you talk. You have such a pretty voice, and face, so I don’t mind that either.” He flashed you a playful wink, causing another giggle to leave your lips.

“You are such a charmer, Chris.”

His eyes watched you intently as you charged the card and began printing out a copy of the receipt for him before handing the card back to him. The moment you place the fresh card in his hand, both of your hands brush against each other, causing a spark of electricity to shoot through your veins and butterflies to roam in your stomach again.

He must’ve felt it too, because his smile only widened at the feeling of his hand against yours. He slipped the credit card in his wallet and stuffed it back into his pocket. “You know, I'm glad I decided to come here tonight. I wouldn't have met my future wife if I didn't.”

You rolled your eyes. “Have you always been a flirt?”

He flashed you the biggest grin and nodded his head. “Since day one, pretty girl. Hope you don’t mind it.”

You shake your head, your smile only widening as you keep your eyes focused solely on him. “No, I don’t mind that at all.”

Without hesitation, he pulls you into his arms to hug you tightly, his hands moving to place onto your lower back. You immediately accept the hug, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him close to your body, your eyes fluttering closed, almost wanting to melt into his embrace. The smell of his strong, intoxicating cologne wafted through your nostrils, a soft, satisfied hum emitting from your lips. After a couple more seconds, he pulled away from your embrace, which pulled on your heart strings, but you had actual hope now that this wasn’t the last time you’d be seeing him. You could feel it in your gut that he would be here with you through the long haul.

“Text me, pretty. I’ll be waiting.” He flashed you another wink and before you knew it, he walked out the door and out to the car with his brothers.

You already missed him. The way his eyes sparkled when he stared at you, his infectious laugh and charming smile. The way he’d tell a joke and have you laughing until you were crying. The feeling of his body pressed up against yours, the spark of electricity you felt when your hands touched.

Yeah, it was safe to say that you were smitten.

Two weeks later, you’re sitting in your bedroom cross legged on your bed with your laptop in front of you and those three unforgettable boys displayed on your screen. Their Youtube channel was a hit and you’ve been watching them every single day since the day you met them two weeks ago in the diner.

Today’s video? A car video and they were discussing flirting. You almost spit out your drink when they get onto the topic of you, and going into some detail about the night in the diner.

“So, the world probably wants to know, did she end up texting you?” Matt asked him, sitting in the driver's seat.

Chris immediately nods his head, that same damn charming smile displayed on his face as he stared into the camera, almost as if he was talking directly to you, like he knew you’d be watching.

“Of course. We’re going out this weekend, on an actual date.”

You were really fucking glad fate was on your side that night in the diner.

Maybe this was the start of something beautiful.

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cosmic-evening · 20 days ago

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ᯓ★ high school reunion

ex bf!oikawa x gn!reader

a/n: you meet oikawa again at your high school reunion. second chance romance, iwaizumi & mattsun & makki features, minor profanities. probably ooc.

pt.2 of this drabble

hq m.list | gen m.list

this was all iwaizumi's fault, and you were going to punch him later.

walking down the halls of aoba johsai, the school you once went to, was nostalgic and distressing at the same time. they've changed the locker layout, you note. and the graffiti that was once on the wall is gone too.

you try not to notice that your initials, next to OT, was gone too.

you didn't even want to come. as much as you enjoyed your time at aoba johsai, there were some memories you would rather not relive. but iwaizumi, persistent as ever, convinced you to tag along.

and it was nice, you supposed, to see mattsun and makki again.

but you hadn't realised—and neither did iwa, apparently—that a certain brown-haired individual was here as well.

in iwaizumi's defence, he had thought oikawa was still in argentina.

it's outside the history classroom when your eyes meet a pair of chocolate-brown ones.

the memories come rushing back.

"y/n, i've been accepted in the argentinean volleyball club."

"tooru, that's amazing! when did you find out?"

"last night. but y/n, you do know what this means, right?"

"what do you mean?"

"we can't be together anymore, y/n. i need to focus on my career, and the long distance will just make things harder."

...

"i'm sorry, y/n, i wish it didnt have to end this way—"

you feel as if your heart stops.

there's a lot of yelling at iwaizumi afterward.

"what the hell, iwa? you said he wouldn't be here today!"

mattsun and makki are snickering at iwaizumi's bewildered expression.

"what— he's not supposed to, he's supposed to still be in argentina—ow, stop hitting me!"

iwaizumi sounds sincere enough that you decide to believe him.

you take a deep breath.

"okay, now what do i do? it's not like i have a ride, i took the bus here—mattsun, stop laughing—"

"y/n, it's really not that big of a deal." iwa's voice is calming, allowing you time to breathe—right up until the meaning of his words sink in. but before you can interject angrily, he continues. "just go out there. i'll do my best to distract him, and you can hang out with makki, or something."

"hey." mattsun cuts in. "i'm here too, you know."

and when the four of you laugh, you decide that maybe you can do this.

you can't do this.

it's taking all of your self-control just to not look at him, let alone try and continue conversation with makki. you've lost count of how many times you've glanced over at tooru—and how many times he's met your eyes when you do.

unable to tear your eyes away from him, you decide to walk over to the food table.

you don't miss makki's sympathetic gaze as you walk away.

you're halfway drinking a glass of orange juice when you hear a familiar voice behind you.

"y/n?"

it's only by sheer luck that you don't spill your drink all over yourself.

you turn around.

"oikawa."

and he visibly deflates at the last name. you almost feel bad, but you force the feeling away.

"it's... been a while," he starts, a little hesitantly. like he's unsure about what he's doing. like he's unsure he should even be talking to you.

"it has, hasn't it?"

your voice comes out colder than expected. but you can't help it; you can't help the way conversation is stilted around him now, when it used to be so easy.

he winces.

"listen, y/n, i'm really sorry about high school—"

"oh, you're sorry, are you?" you know you're being unfair, but the hurt is seeping through the cracks now. the cracks that are still there, even after years without seeing him.

"please hear me out, y/n." there's a desperate tone in his voice that makes you falter. "i need you to know that i've never hated myself more than when i left you here in japan."

you're silenced by the intensity in his voice. you're frozen; you don't trust yourself enough to speak, and no matter how hard you fought it, a little bit of you wanted to hear him out.

"i was young, and naïve, and i thought argentina was my best bet in making it big in volleyball, you know? i left because i thought it would be for the best, but i never knew how much it would hurt to leave. i know it's been years, but please, y/n, if there's even a little bit of you that can forgive me, i'll take it. i swear, i've never missed someone as much as i've missed you."

and he bows his head, shoulders shaking slightly, avoiding your gaze.

but the breaking point?

the point when your resolve breaks is when you see tears running down his cheeks.

and suddenly your hatred for him dissipates, just like that.

even after all these years, and you still have a soft spot for him.

when you leave the reunion with a now-unblocked number in your phone, you only have iwaizumi to thank.

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katiascraft · 4 months ago

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✐ᝰ "You knew all too well i was right where you left me" | CL16 ࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊

parings: retired!charles leclerc x writer!ex!reader

🔎 chapter one: “love is short but forgetting is so long”

🔎 chapter two: “did the love affair mail you too?”

chapter three: “you kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath” -> chapter four

summary: It’s the story of a woman frozen in the moment her world fell apart. A perfect dinner ended with, “I met someone else,” and while everyone moved on, she remained stuck in that instant, unable to let go of the past. A poignant tale of heartbreak, grief, and the weight of being trapped in a “forever” that never was.

word count: +5k.

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arthurleclerc: AAAAAAAAAA need your feedback asap

arthurleclerc: which chapter are you on already? I cried on chapter 9 😭😭😭 so sad

arthurleclerc: i can't believe you're reading it tho

arthurleclerc: it's a beautiful book

arthurleclerc: she is really good with words i mean i SOBBED

arthurleclerc: when she said 'you kept me like a secret but i kept you like an oath. That's the difference. I was never important enough for you' let that shit sink in HEAVY

arthurleclerc: AND chapter 4????? Describes being in love so well it gave me chills i was thinking about carla the whole time

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He needed to be alone. It took him a few days to actually convince himself of reading it. After that nigh, he only could think of that fucking phrase: “just between us, did the love affair maim you too?”.

He took it personally. It did maim him. Of course it did. It still haunts him until now. Maybe Arthur was right. Maybe he needed to read that book to make a decision, whatever it may be, he had the feeling something was gonna change if he did. So he decided to take his yacht alone, and read, and spend time with himself. To reflect. He needed that.

The monaco sea was calmed so unlike he was in that moment, eyeing the pages rumbling around the thought of what was about to come when he started reading it for real. The sun was shining trying to keep him warm he thought, but he was shivering way too much by his liking. He found himself trapped in that feeling again. That feeling of not wanting to see the truth, to read how much he hurt her.

But, maybe it was all fictional, right? Maybe Arthur didn't say it like it was about him, right? Maybe it was just another romance story of heartbreak. He shouldn’t take it so personally. It was not a big deal. He sighed. He didn't know what to believe but stopped hesitating much and jumped straight into chapter one. He ignored the greetings page. His anxiety just couldn't hold any more suspense.

⋆˚࿔ the initial impact: the recognition of what he once was𝜗𝜚˚⋆

🧣 “chapter one: through the doorway it’s where all begun”

“The story begins with the protagonist walking through the door of her lover’s life for the first time. The air is cold and sharp, autumn biting at her cheeks, but there’s something warm and inviting in the atmosphere, something inexplicably familiar. She is a stranger in this house, yet she feels oddly at home. His sister’s voice carries from the kitchen, and laughter filters through the walls.

The protagonist is nervous, her fingers clutching the scarf around her neck as if it’s her last piece of armor. She’s stepping into a new world—his world—and is eager yet afraid of what she’ll find. Her lover greets her with a smile that melts her tension. His sweet disposition calms her. He notices the little things—how she shivers, how she blushes, how she hesitates before hanging her scarf by the door. That scarf, left behind by accident later that night, becomes a symbol of the connection they’re building, a connection that feels like fate but is still so fragile.”

After reading the first chapter he just couldn’t function properly. Or that was what he believed in that moment. He felt reflected in that damn character. Recognizing himself through her eyes made him gutted. All the moments she described felt our memories described in so profound detail turned into poetry. His body hair bristled. It was indeed him. Not only physical description but the way he talks to her, those words are specific. He called her ‘cheri’. The way he used to call her. The way he described it all blew his mind. The way she portrayed the first initial moment of your story together. He started to feel like an idiot. He knew you loved him for real, but this just confirms it. The chapter felt like watching an old picture, he could identify when and where but with these many details and specific feelings, it gives the picture another meaning. It's not only a memory. The memory of you became a piece of art. His heart was racing and a knot formed in his throat. He wasn’t sure if keeping on reading will help him in any way, but curiosity was stronger than he thought and pushed him for another one. At the same time he wondered why he was doing this to himself, but it shows just how he did not close this chapter of his life at all. She was still there hunting him. She was always in the back of his mind.he could hear her talk when he slept. She was still real in his head. By the way, reading all of that just felt like yesterday.

⋆˚࿔A profound nostalgia for it all𝜗𝜚˚⋆

🧣 ‘chapter two: the forgotten scarf’

‘Months later, the scarf sits in his drawer, forgotten by her but cherished by him. He doesn’t admit to anyone that he keeps it there, hidden under his old T-shirts. For him, it represents the innocence of their beginning, a time when love was simple and pure.

For her, the scarf is a fleeting memory. She remembers leaving it at his sister’s house but doesn’t think much of it. Yet every time the cold wind brushes against her neck, she feels its absence. She misses something she can’t name, and the scarf—though she doesn’t know it—is tied to that feeling. This chapter reflects on the weight of small objects and how they hold memories that people cannot let go of, even when the relationships tethered to them unravel.’

He was sure this chapter was fictional but he was really impressed by the way she portrayed the two faces of the same coin represented by the scarf that was left behind. He kind of thought about all of the presents he gave you, did you still have them? How did they make you feel? Did you still remember the backstory of every single one of them? Or maybe you just burned them after what he did to you.

🧣 ‘chapter three: an upstate scape’

‘It’s a spontaneous road trip, one of those unplanned adventures that make life feel limitless. They’re driving upstate, the roads winding through fiery autumn landscapes. The protagonist’s wide-eyed wonder contrasts with his confident ease as he navigates the unfamiliar terrain.

They roll the windows down, letting the cold air rush in, mixing with the sound of their voices as they sing along to an old playlist. She looks at him, studying the way his hands grip the steering wheel, how his profile looks against the golden light of the setting sun. For a moment, she believes this is what happiness looks like—two people lost in the simplicity of the moment, away from the world.

As they stop by the side of the road to admire the leaves, she feels a sense of inevitability, as if everything in her life has led to this moment. But there’s an undercurrent of fear too—what if something so perfect is too good to last?’

He had a few tears stuck to his eyes. The way she described that road trip to the mountains just out of curiosity and wanting to get away from all of your responsibilities. You described it just like it happened but put all of your feelings around it. Now, he really knows how you’ve always felt about him back then. If he had any doubts about it, they wear clear ice now. You felt that love looked like him, in that moment, right there, with him. He made you feel happy and he rapid you like that? He just let himself cry. He actually hated himself so much at this moment.

He couldn’t bear the feeling of what he actually did to you. Because even back then he had already met Alex, because she was a friend of a guy who was friends with him around that time. She was there, he saw her. Yet, he still came back to you everytime until he couldn't resist the temptation. He cheated on you. But that was something he promised to bury with himself. Now, there was no point in mentioning it. He can pretend it never existed. That’s what he thought was the best for everyone. The only one who knew it was Alex and he knew her all too well that she wouldn't be able to say it either because she doesn't look good at all as well.

He stopped reading. He couldn't anymore, at least for now. He came back to the city, wanting to run away to his house and hide between his pillows. He was a 35 year old man with teenage emotional issues. He felt a bit ashamed. But who could blame him? He dedicated his whole life to racing. That was his job. He didn't have time to reflect on his life decisions until he had to retire due to knee injury during his, actually, last race here, in monaco. How ironic, where everything began, everything ended.

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The house was really quiet when he arrived. The weather was colder than expected. Wind started to blow a bit violently. He closed all of his windows and got into his pajamas. He wasn’t that hungry so that was all for the day. He took the book with him, not sure if he wanted to keep reading but he saw Arthur's messages to his story on instagram and he stayed rambling about it. What if he took just a few minutes to read the following chapter and break his heart for once and all? Was he scared? Yes, he was scared to death. She was in fact way too good with words, touching all of his soft or injured spots.

He sled into bed making himself comfortable, as if it could keep him sane. He grabbed a pillow to hug and the book after putting on his reading glasses. He needed to hold something onto him. He felt really lonely. He felt miserable. He lost you over stupid and superficial feelings, when you were there waiting for him to marry you.

He didn’t know if he’ll be able to forgive himself for it.

⋆˚࿔The pain of feeling reflected𝜗𝜚˚⋆

🧣 ‘chapter four: are you real?’

‘The story takes a deeper dive into their personalities. The protagonist is curious and eager, a dreamer who sees beauty in the smallest details. She notices the way his laugh lines crease when he smiles and the tenderness in his voice when he talks about his family. She feels like a child discovering the world through him.

He is steady and calm, but there’s a sadness in his eyes that she can’t quite place. He has a sweet disposition that masks his fear of vulnerability. This chapter explores how they balance each other—her lightness lifting his heaviness, his groundedness keeping her from floating away.

Their differences are part of what draws them together, but as the chapter closes, subtle hints suggest that these differences might also be what pulls them apart.’

🧣 ‘chapter five: the begging of the end’

‘A seemingly insignificant moment becomes pivotal. They’re driving through a quaint little town, the kind of place where time feels slower. She’s pointing out the decorations in the shop windows when he glances over at her, his eyes filled with something unspoken.

“Watch the road!” she laughs, but her heart skips a beat. He almost runs a red light, and they both burst into nervous laughter. The thrill of it, the recklessness, mirrors the intensity of their feelings.

As they walk down the town’s main street later, hand in hand, she feels invincible. The wind tangles her hair, and the crisp air fills her lungs. It’s a moment she knows she’ll remember forever, even if she doesn’t understand why it feels so significant at the time.’

🧣 ‘chapter six: enough for you’

‘This chapter brings the reader into his family home, a place filled with the echoes of his childhood. His mother pulls out a photo album, eager to share stories. The protagonist learns about the little boy he used to be—a shy kid with glasses who loved baseball but never quite fit in.

As she listens, she starts to piece together the man she loves, seeing how his past shaped him. But she also feels a pang of sadness. He talks about his dreams, but there’s a hesitation in his voice, as if he’s unsure of his place in the world. She wonders if she can be the person who helps him find it, but the weight of that responsibility begins to settle on her.’

Between a few lines he had to take breaks.but he couldn't stop reading. He needed more and more, addicted to the words and how she portrayed his attitudes towards her. Feeling addicted to the pain of seeing himself like that. He was an asshole. All because he believed something that was a lie he fabricated to private himself of something real. To push her away. To Protect him from getting hurt. What you had was beautiful but he had to break it. It was too beautiful to be real, he thought. He was insecure and scared. Scared of how much feelings he had for you and how much power that implied. He read every single page slowly, catching up every reference to you, to him, to what you called ‘ours’ so dearly. He fucked it up. He really fucked it up.

He just needed a break from it. He decided to take a shower and go to sleep or try to. Now, he couldn't stop seeing your face with mascara falling down your face along with your tears the day he left. The day he left you and all of his most vulnerable parts of him with you.

⋆˚࿔ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Two days passed by really quickly in his opinion. He couldn’t dare to read another word from that fucking book until now. He woke up feeling ready again to confront the worst part of it. And to do so, as he likes to be his own biggest enemy, he went to the coffee shop that once was the restaurant he left you behind in. It was a pretty masochistic maneuver. But he didn't care anymore. After what he read the other day, his heart was already broken knowing how much he broke you down and didn't realize it sooner.

It was a really cold, windy and grey day in monaco. He hated this weather so much. He went by foot, taking his time to do some breathing techniques that could help his anxiety. He looked dead in his opinion. Immsonio has been his best friend these past few days. He just didn't want to close his eyes knowing all he would see was your face. How you didn't smile at him back that afternoon. How you cried when he left you for another woman. And your smile when he asked you the first time. It's been 10 years, yet he didn't forget about the way your skin felt when he touched you, what used to be your favorite movie and how he always remembered you when he passed by a flower shop because you used to love flowers so much. And as his mission used to be to make you happy, he would buy you flowers everyday if he could.

He slapped himself out of his mind when he realized he was thinking too much about you and the past, torturing himself with every random memory he could come up with. He really felt his brain hated him even though he is the one in control anyway.

He stepped in the coffee shop making the bell on the door sound. It was chilly and there were only a few people. Fortunately it wasn't crowded so if he cried no one would notice.

He chose to sit at the last table, on the darkest corner. He wanted to feel safe, and that spot made him feel he was very well hidden. He was playing so many mind games just to survive his own mind and emotions lately.

He got comfy on his chair made out of chiffon. It was good, he thought. He was nervous. He in the deepest place of his heart, coming here was just to see you again. And maybe run to you and beg you to forgive him. But that was only a movie that played nonstop in his brain. You were nowhere to be found. He hoped you chose this place regularly to write as you were that day he saw you, but apparently it was just his imagination. Now he was sure you only came here on occasions or maybe that was the only time you came. Why would you come regularly to the place where he tore your life apart? He was sure you weren’t as masochistic as he was. You were the sane one, he bet. Probably you had a boyfriend who truly loved you and made plans with your nephews, like going to the beach and chasing birds or picnics at the square. You loved picnics and being outdoors. You wrote that down in your books. You were the only person he knew that enjoyed road trips so much. Just sitting there, observing everything, chatting and doing carpool karaoke. He remembered on a road trip like that he kissed you for the first time. You had that friends to lovers story. You don't trust people that easily. It was hard for you to lose your dad a year before he did. You didn't have that many friends. You were really reserved yet so sweet to everyone. You were just really selective. You didn't want to get attached to the wrong people. And then there he was, breaking everything apart: your trust, your self esteem, everything.

God, he hated himself. He hated himself so much he kept on reading right there where he ruined his life, your life.

⋆˚࿔Pain in real time𝜗𝜚˚⋆

🧣 ‘chapter seven: ticking bomb’

‘It’s late at night, and they’re in his tiny apartment, dancing to a song playing softly from the radio. The refrigerator hums in the background, casting a dim light that bathes them in warmth.

She feels safe here, wrapped in his arms, laughing as he spins her around. It’s one of those moments where the rest of the world fades away, and all that exists is the two of them.

But as the music fades, a sense of fragility creeps in. She wonders if happiness like this can last or if it’s destined to slip through her fingers like everything else she’s ever loved.’

🧣 ‘chapter eight: lost in translation’

‘Misunderstandings begin to pile up. They argue over small things that feel bigger than they are. She starts to question if she’s asking for too much—more time, more effort, more love. He grows distant, retreating into his thoughts, unable to articulate what’s wrong.

This chapter captures the slow unraveling of their relationship, the way love can be chipped away by silence and unspoken words. They’re still together, but the cracks are starting to show’.

He was fighting his tears but he promised he will be strong. Biting his lip became an usual because of anxiety, he thought his lips would fall out. This time around he highlighted every phrase that caught his attention. He wanted to remember how such of a dick he was.

She felt too much.

And he felt too little.

They really got lost in translation. He was scared he became cold, she was so in love she became desperate. He didn't realize that and he was sure she didn't know what he was going through. He felt lame. If only he would have talked about it. Communication is a skill he didn't have back then, but did he have it now? He was no better with Alex but at least he was real and didn't cheat on her.

That didn't make him feel better either. He was guilty, very guilty. Hands dirty. How would he even try to talk to her again? He was sure he didn't deserve her. After all this damage she wouldn’t even be near him like that. Yeah, he was considering what Carlos told him but to be fair he felt it was impossible.

The waitress left his coffee on the table and thanked her with a half smile. He thought she recognized him even though he was going grey already. But she didn't say anything and left him to enjoy his coffee and croissant. And his book of course though he looked really gutted.

🧣 ‘chapter nine: a crumpled up piece of paper’

‘The breakup is devastating. He calls her, his voice cold and detached, and ends it with a blunt honesty that feels like a knife to her chest.

She’s left reeling, feeling like a crumpled piece of paper discarded on the floor. This chapter delves into her grief, the way heartbreak can make time feel endless and unbearable. She tries to forget him, but every corner of her world is filled with reminders’

She felt like a thing, an object. A broken record. An insignificant piece of paper. Of course he cried. He even brought his handkerchieves.

He remembered he couldn't be there any longer. He just wanted to run away and he did. And that was selfish as hell. Incredibly selfish. He was so much thinking about himself and his feelings he forgot that she was part of the relationship too. That she also had feelings. He didn’t even let her ask him whatever she needed. He left her there eating her own words. He sobbed a little in silence hiding on his arm on the table trying to calm himself down. When did he think coming here to read this was even a good idea to begin with?

‘and i know it’s long gone and that magic’s not here no more’

‘You taught me about your past, thinking your future was me’

‘You kept me like a secret, but i kept you like an oath’

‘You called me up again just to break me like a promise. So casually cruel in the name of being honest’

‘They say all’s well that ends well, but i’m a new hell every time’

‘The idea you had of me, who was she? A never-needy , ever-lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you’

Those last sentences ended with him. It was the worst one of them all. She confirmed he was selfish as fuck. That made him so mad at himself. He felt ashamed and disappointed. Like, how can people actually love him? He had to disagree with carlo. He was indeed a monster. He was so distraught he had to leave that damn coffee shop as soon as possible. He left the money for everything he didn't even have and tip on top, and sprinted out of there just like you did when you saw him. How could he blame you? He was running scared from himself at that moment.or he tried because unfortunately he couldn't stop being himself. And accepting all of this was the hardest part. Arthur didn't give him a disclaimer and maybe that was the plan all along but now he was angry with him. Although he knew the only guilty was him. he also kept you like a secret, he didn't tell anyone about you. he was guilt of all charges. and he wasn't proud of himself for doing so.

⋆˚࿔ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The next few days, he came back every time to that coffee shop. Almost everyday. Desperate at the thought that maybe he would find you there. He didn't have a clue of what he would do if he saw you, but for some odd reason he wanted to see you. He didn't know anything about you. He didnt know which places you frequented. Neither where would you like to spend your time rather than your house.

Of course, he didn't see you. And on one hand he was relieved but at the same time tortured. He gave up my tuesday. It was a beautiful sunny day. He came to visit Carlos and when he left home he decided he was gonna end the book. He was avoiding the balcony, your garden. Though, your house was really quiet, almost as if you weren't there. Maybe you didn't have your special someone yet. Or maybe you did and you were on holiday.

He stopped himself from keeping on wondering nonsense shit he didn't know if it was real or not. He sat down on the sofas Carlos had near the pool with a blanket and a bottle of water. The sun was keeping him warm. The booked shined being reflected. He did unconsciously look over to your house as quietly as a few minutes ago when he last checked. It’s been two weeks since he last saw you. Or minutes ago when he sees you everytime he closes his eyes.

⋆˚࿔ Self evaluation and reflection 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

🧣 ‘chapter ten: time stands still’

‘Weeks turn into months, but time feels frozen. The protagonist struggles to move on, yearning for her old self—the person she was before she met him. She looks back on the “plaid shirt days” when everything felt simpler and wonders if she’ll ever feel whole again’.

Reading this chapter sent shivers down his spine. Hefelt she was describing exactly how he felt at that moment. The only difference in this book was writing at least 7 years ago (he googled you. You were pretty famous and he didn't know that), and he was feeling this right now.

He wanted to go back in time and stay there, in the days he would wake up by your kisses and spend the days in bed laughing and gossiping about anything and everything. Back when innocence was part of your bond, so pure that it felt unbreakable.

So sad it was just a feeling and not a fact.

He wanted to punch himself in the face right there and then.

🧣 ‘chapter eleven: what was left’

‘From his perspective, the scarf remains a constant reminder of her. He can’t bring himself to throw it away because it still smells like her. It represents the innocence they lost, the love he didn’t know how to hold onto.

The chapter alternates between their perspectives, showing how they’re both haunted by the past in different ways.’

He laughed. How ironic life can be sometimes, right? This felt worse than the Ferrari strategy. But it felt real just like them. He couldn’t believe that even though she didn't know anything about him except from what she could see on the internet or tv, she knew perfectly how he felt. He was in a kind of panic. How could she?

🧣 ‘chapter twelve: back before we lost the one real thing we’ve ever known’

‘The protagonist revisits their happiest moments, remembering the rare connection they shared. She acknowledges that even though it’s gone, it was real, and that’s what makes it so hard to let go.’

‘I’d like to be my old shelf again but I’m still trying to find her’

‘And did the twin flame bruise paint you blue?’

‘There we are again when I love you so, back before we lost the one real thing we’ve ever known’

He closed the book for a moment. Hanging into the mixed feeling he carried. He was looking nowhere. Deep thinking. She captured things he didn't understand until he read them. How? It was something so special, why? Why did I let her down? So many questions to so few limited answers.

⋆˚࿔Admiration𝜗𝜚˚⋆

🧣 ‘chapter thirteen: remembering all too well’

‘The book closes with her accepting the weight of her memories. She realizes she doesn’t have to forget to move on. The love, the pain, the lessons—they’re all part of her story now. And while she’ll always remember it all too well, she’s ready to step forward into the unknown’.

He finally finished the book. It took you two weeks to go through it all. All he could think was ‘wow’. This was incredibly hard to read but how brave of her to write all of this. How strong she had to be. How brave to be so vulnerable. That’s something he won’t ever comprehend, he is so scared of being vulnerable. Always trying to be tight and invincible. It helped in racing but in life really complex things took place, not so much.

He felt admiration, as the first time he saw you painting at the beach a beautiful piece of art. He wondered if you still paint. How ironic he left you for Alex, he thought. Even though he knew all of this was fictional, he knew you. Or he likes to think he does. He knew all of the phrases and thought that fit your character perfectly. He knew it was him and she was you. He was so trapped in his own feelings that he didn't realize how much you were giving to him. You gave him your everything and more. Now he gets it. It was incredible to him you created art with the pain he put you under. And even if he hated himself for that, he felt kind of grateful he could contribute to such a beautiful thing like this one.

The love that was once there, he knew it still there. He knew all too well he felt it.

As he fell in love with you all over again.

“Charlie, mi amor! It's party night tonight! Woohoooo!” Carlos came out of nowhere and jumped on him funny, scaring him for a second.

“A party? On a tuesday?” Charles was confused but couldn't help laughing. Carlos always makes him laugh and his friendship was really important to him. He always likes to say to Carlos it’s the best thing racing gave him.

“Why not pup? Don’t be old. When was your last party? You’re getting grey and anciano, help yourself a bit with vodka man! And women” he said with a mischievous smile moving his eyebrows at him funny. Charles laughed, shaking his head.

“Alright, alright. Let’s have fun for once” he surrendered to his friend and his ideas.

“Woohoo. Get ready, we’ll go to buy everything right now. And Charles, please, get rid of that book mate. You need to move on" Carlos said to his best friend disappearing into the house leaving Charles alone again.

“I wish i could” he said under his breath resigned and grabbed the book going into the house and left it on his backup. he thought it was a bit contradicting of what he told him a few nights ago but carlos tends to change his mind very quickly about things so it was no surprise for charles.

Carlos was already waiting for him at the door shaking the keys of his ferrari on his fingers making charles laugh.

⋆˚࿔ TO BE CONTINUED 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

chapter four: here.

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hoonieyun · 2 months ago

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a lovesick girl's guide to heartbreak

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ex!heeseung x reader hell is not the same without you... summary: you thought everything was going well 3 months after your breakup with your ex-boyfriend!heeseung until you realized that maybe you miss him more than you hated being with him.

warnings: profanity, toxic relationships, morally grey characters, huge red flags in dating, consensual skinship, kissing, overall 18+ wc: 2332

something was missing, like there was a looming feeling that there was something absent from your daily life and as hard as you tried to push down that feeling and act like it wasn’t there; it was all your mind drifted off to.

the missing thing in question? heeseung.

your boyfriend of 2 years.. ex-boyfriend that is. the two of you had broken up just a few months ago and since that day you haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. sure a lot of the thoughts that surrounded heeseung that swam in your mind were negative and left a sour taste on your tongue, but then it would lead to you thinking about all of the sweet things he’d do to make up for the bitterness he put you through.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

“why can’t you just listen to me?” you shouted from the top of your lungs as heeseung rolled his eyes with an aggravated sigh. “i’d listen to you if you weren’t acting like this! you’re so emotional!” he yelled back.

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several memories replayed in your head involving heeseung, you wished you didn’t have to think about it but after you left him it felt like that was what was left of you. like you were no longer the person that you were when you were with heeseung. like he took something with him when you broke up and has refused to give it back.

you just weren’t sure what it was.

it shouldn’t be like this but you’re left in this limbo of uncertainty and heeseung was the only way of adding any solace or clarity, but he was no longer there. you hadn’t seen him since that night, broken dishes, cracked picture frames, and a hole in your chest where your heart is supposed to be. your relationship with heeseung started off how a lot of relationships start, it was great. he was sweet and so were you, your love overflowed into one another and it felt like everything was sunshine and rainbows and then one day, it wasn’t. you were spending nights crying yourself to sleep while heeseung would leave you to cry because he didn’t want to deal with the emotional mess that you were and still are.

that’s how your breakup went, you cried, you both yelled, and heeseung walked away. it was like a routine, a deadly cycle that neither of you could get out of until three months ago. this cycle was endless and exhausting yet it was all that you knew. as fucked up as it sounds, you found comfort knowing that you had heeseung on your side even if it didn’t seem like it.

even when he would walk away from you…

even when you felt like he was ignoring you to prove a point…

even when it felt like you were the one person that he hated most in this world…

no matter what, it felt like heeseung was always by your side. like a shadow that you couldn’t feel but was always there.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

your phone sat in your trembling hands as you contemplated on whether or not you should hit the send button. it was like the button on your phone had a strong gravitational pull and you found your thumb hovering over the button, the tiniest sliver of space between the skin of your thumb and the glass screen of your phone.

there wasn’t even any time to process your final thoughts before your thumb was making contact with the cold glass and the familiar sound of the text being sent rings throughout your bedroom, much louder than it should’ve sounded.

like it was an echo that rang in the room as a reminder of the decision you’ve just made.

hi hee.. i dont even know why i’m sending this im just so lost. i didnt ever think that i would be missing you the way i do right now but you’re all ive been thinking about the last few months. i miss the way you hugged me when i would cry.. granted i’d be crying because of you. i miss when you would whisper sweet things into my ear when my brain got too loud and would lead to arguments. i just miss you so much and you might not even respond to this but i just.. i miss you..

whether it was a good or bad decision however, was still out for debate.

surprisingly enough, another familiar sound rings throughout your room, indicating that you have received a text message.

hey pretty girl. i’m so happy to hear from you, can i come over?

it was short but definitely effective because you were responding in seconds and telling him that you’d leave the door unlocked to which he tells you that he still has a copy of your house key and would be there in no time.

your heart was pounding a lot harder than moments before, like you had just put yourself in a life or death situation and in a lot of ways you did. death more than life. being with heeseung felt like two things, heaven and hell. it was either bliss or chaos whenever you were with him and neither heaven or hell was the same without him.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

you had decided to change into your pajamas that just happened to be heeseung’s favorite. a pair of silk pajamas that barely left any imagination of what you looked like underneath; hence why it was his favorite. you’re brought out of your thoughts when you hear a knock on your bedroom door as it slightly creaks open, revealing heeseung who looked like he was going through just as much as you were.

it was slightly comforting to know that in the time you were broken up until now, you weren’t the only one suffering.

you muttered a whispered “hi” as he walked towards your figure sitting on the bed. the closer heeseung got the more visible his eyebags were. he looked like he hadn’t slept in days, his hair a mess, and he was wearing the same hoodie that he was wearing when you told him to “get the fuck out i fucking hate you” all those months ago.

“hi, pretty girl. are you ok?” he asks, even though you both knew that you were the furthest from “okay”.

he stands right in front of you and gently cups your face to look up at him, his touch instantly brings you warmth and a sense of comfort that you wouldn’t associate with him, not for the last year at least.

“hee… i miss you.. but-” you begin to say and he interrupts you by softly rubbing your cheek with his thumb. a simple action that brings chills down your spine as you think about all of the other times he soothed your mind with that gesture. melting into his touch wasn’t something you weren’t accustomed to but this all felt so foreign and uncertain even if you knew where it was going.

you were now back to the cycle that you were once in.

“but?” he says, squatting down so that you two were somewhat on the same level.

“i don’t know if it’s a good idea to want you. i miss you everyday that you’re gone but it doesn’t bring comfort knowing how much you hurt me..” a hiccup slips past your lips as you speak and heeseung is finally seeing what he’s done. you looked utterly broken and he knew it was because of him. his pretty girl that he loved so much was shattered and ruined because of him and he wished that he had realized it sooner.

“baby.. shh.. its okay.” heeseungs says, pulling you into his arms as you cry into his chest. his hoodie getting soaked as you let out your emotions that he shamed you for in the past. “everything is okay, baby..” hee coos, rubbing the back of your head gently as you wrap your arms around him.

if heeseung was being honest, he didn’t know what to do in this situation and it was only making him realize further how shitty he was. he barely knows how to comfort the girl he loved so much and it was breaking his heart. it may seem selfish that he was reveling in his own discernment and that he’s trying to wrap his head around his past mistakes instead of the one currently crying in his lap.

“i’m sorry, yn.. i’m sorry, please stop crying, baby..” he whispers into your ear, hugging you even tighter than before as if you were going to slip away from his grasp any second now.

he doesn’t know what to do now and he didn’t then.

it was like you guys had each other wrapped around one another’s finger, knowing that one way or the other, one of you would crawl back and start the cycle all over again no matter how many times you may think it’s finally over.

the two of you stayed that way for one moment, in one another’s embrace, your heartbeats syncing up with one another and for once in a long time; your hearts were in the same place. you were finally on the same page when it came to your love for each other even if it meant being in a place of uncertainty… you were sure of one thing, the love you had for each other, if you could even call it that, was something you couldn’t lose.

“heeseung.. will you stay?” coming out of your lips as you slightly pull away from him, your eyes originally intending to land on his doe eyes but instead they fall onto his plump lips that glistened just the right amount from the small light in your bedroom. “i’ll stay only if you want me to.” he responds and you nod eagerly, like it was the only thing you could want.

and in a lot of ways, it was.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

that night you slept in heeseung’s arms, a place you once vowed to never return to but as a cycle rounds itself, you found that his embrace was the place you were the most familiar with even if loving heeseung only brought uncertainty and a sense of unfamiliarity that brought you so much dread that you never know if the world you were living in was a heaven that wasn’t anything like you expected or a hell that was much worse than the words you’d hear on a sunday morning.

however, no matter where you were; you wanted heeseung to be there because none of it would be the same without him.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

“good morning, pretty girl.” heeseung says, his voice was low and a bit raspy as he pulled himself up from laying next to you. you stirred as he readjusts himself, turning to face him and he’s got a smile on his face you haven’t seen in a while. a smile you loved so much and the longer the two of you were together… it began to fade away. it only appeared for special occasions like birthdays or anniversaries, then one day; heeseung just never smiled the same way ever again.

you sat up, wrapping your blanket around yourself as you situated yourself in front of heeseung who did the same. “hee.. what are we doing?” you asked, the events of last night replaying in your head as you recall crying into heeseung’s chest and him trying his best to comfort you.

“whatever you want, my love.” heeseung was good at that. saying all the right things to make it seem like everything was just that, alright. he would soothe your worries with empty promises, a soft rub on your back, and a gentle kiss on your lips.

a kiss… something you craved from heeseung.

“we’re too toxic for each other… but i don’t think i ever want to lose you. you’re all i’ve ever known and i feel even more lost when i’m without you. there’s so many signs that tell me to turn around, to stop, that this is just a dead end, but if i just keep ignoring the signs– it always leads me back to you.

it always leads back to you, hee..

i don’t ever want to lose you but… can we even do this without falling apart?”

heeseung looks at you momentarily, eyes flickering from your own eyes to your lips, something he also craved to feel.

“you’ll never lose me, not even if you push me away… i’ll always pull you back no matter what. i don’t care what anyone says, they don’t know us like we know each other. the way i know your brain and body… and even soul.

you’re mine and i’m yours, even if it destroys us.” heeseung’s face has gotten a lot closer with each word he speaks, nose slightly grazing yours.

“i love you, ok?” he says and after a long time, you believe it. like he was willing to fix up any of the issues you two had if it meant that he could hold you every night as the two of you drift off to sleep. your dreams being filled with your happiest moments with each other instead of the nightmare of losing one another.

you jump onto heeseung’s lap to which startles him at first but your hear his low chuckle in your ear as he embraces you in his arms. you would’ve said i love you back but you weren’t sure if you would mean it or if it would even change anything.

you guess you’ll just have to see in a few weeks to know if things have changed and if the cycle is finally broken. your life was nothing without heeseung and whether or not you loved him was uncertain– you did, however, know that nothing was the same without him.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 13 days ago

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I've Got You Under My Skin 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, marital troubles, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Steve Rogers

Summary: your husband is a very demanding man.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You mix the batter with the wooden spoon. Your feet are cold on the tile as you stand with your thighs apart. They're tender and each time they touch, you tremble.

Last night was tense. You didn't get much sleep, even after Steve was done. That's not how you pictured his first night back. You never imagined him like that.

You plug in the waffle maker and wait for it to heat. As it does, you slice up strawberries and rinse the blueberries. Steve yawns, frightening you as he marches into the kitchen.

"Mmm, late night," he says and sways your ass. He pauses and pinches the fabric of your sweat pants. "Hmm. You look cozy."

"Didn't want to get messy in good clothes," you explain.

"Uh huh," he turns and leans on the counter. He crosses his arms as he looks down on you. "Waffles? You didn't get enough sugar last night?"

"I'm using the protein mix. I thought that was good?"

He hums again, "the fruit."

"Natural sugars, right?"

He clucks and pushes off the counter. "Sweetie, did you watch those videos I sent you?"

"Yes, of course," you recall the homesteading videos with the immaculate kitchen and the even more immaculate woman in her perfect apron and coif. "I... I'm trying."

"I know. I'm not saying you aren't but... last night. You didn't tell me the girls were coming, then you openly defied me in front of them," he accuses.

"I didn't-- I told you I forgot and Nat just put the candy in your mouth--"

"I don't know," he shows his palms. You shift and hiss as your thighs meet. "If... last night takes, I'm not sure you're ready to be the mother of my children."

Your eyes round. "Mother? Steve, well, I thought we were waiting a bit."

"Are we?" His brows arch. "I thought you got off the pill."

You roll your tongue around guiltily and look at the floor. You said you'd talk to your doctor next year. Or maybe you misunderstood. Again.

"I thought... I was going to--"

He closes his eyes and presses his fingers against his nose. He sighs.

"You don't listen," he snarls. "How much clearer can I be with you?"

"I'm sorry, Steve. I...I didnt. I guess... I'm nervous. A lot is going on. I dropped out for the wedding and then we got the house and I spent all that time decorating--"

"Sounds so hard," he sneers. You wince as if he hit you.

He asked you to quit school. He said it would be better for both of you. He said he wanted to take care of you. Sometimes he just makes you feel like a burden.

"I'll talk to the doctor--"

"No, you're going to call the pharmacy and cancel the prescription. Then you're going to dump what you have in the toilet," he commands. "And we're going to try at this. You're going to try." He points at you harshly. You gulp.

"Yes, Captain," you shrink into yourself. "I'm sorry."

You bat your lashes and dab away the speckling of tears.

"And you're not having waffles for breakfast. Cook them and bring them to the neighbours. The kids will like them." He puts his hands on his hips.

"Yes, sir."

You turn and hide the trickle on your cheek. He sighs again. "And stop crying. You're just making me hard."

💍

You do everything Steve asked. Olivia next door is happy for the free meal and tells you to say hello to your husband for her. You keep your smile on until you get back.

Steve waits in silence at the table. After tossing all your birth control, you start on breakfast. Egg whites, spinach, and feta. With rye toast. You serve him bacon but have cottage cheese for yourself.

You eat nervously as he watches you. The bad days come but they go just as quickly. Everyone said the first year is hard.

"You want to have my children, don't you?" He asks.

You blink, "yes, Steve. Of course."

"Because if you're not up to this, we can talk to a lawyer."

You flinch, "Steve, don't say that."

"We had a deal."

"I didn't--"

"No, no, because I wouldn't have fucked you if I knew you were lying to me. My own wife."

You frown, "I didn't lie--"

"We got a month at least until we can try now." He growls. "Stupid me. I was away all that time hoping you'd have a surprise for me too."

"Stevie," you whimper.

"If you want to touch me, you can use your mouth until you're ready," he gets up, his plate empty. "It's a waste in that cunt."

You press yourself to the chair, shocked by his language. Your lip quivers and you snivel.

He stops at the door and looks at you. Your tears roll out again. You made a mistake. He thinks you did it to him.

"I would never lie--"

"If you're going to cry like a baby," he stomps towards you, "I'll give you a good reason for it."

He grabs the chair and turns it.

You whine as he steps in front of you. He pulls himself above his pants, stroking his already hard dick. He grabs the back of your head.

Your closed lips meet his tip and you unclench your jaw. You let him in. You'll let him do anything. You just want him to forgive you.

He rams down to your throat, "doesn't feel good to lie, does it?"

You gurgle and try to shake your head. You cling to the front of his shirt. He thrusts and you kick your feet.

"Only sluts are on pills. Did I marry a slut?" He slams as deep as he can.

You snivel and tug on his shirt. He continues to batter your throat. Your tears soak your cheeks and mingle with the saliva dripping from your mouth.

"The Captain doesn't fuck sluts," he growls and grunts as the wet noises of his intrusion fill your skull. "The Captain's going to fuck a baby into you and you're going to thank him. And then he's going to do it again and again."

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #i've got you under my skin #drabble #series #marvel #mcu #avengers #captain america

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aradassbadass · 2 months ago

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cellular sentiment | ceedee lamb ꨄ iv

‘& shii took everything not to give yo lil ass exactly what you wanted. now call me and lemme see hear it forreal’

you stared at the message stomach in knots. part of you wanted to be excited knowing that it was something in him that yearned for you just as you did him, but the nervousness overpowered that feeling entirely.

you throw your phone on the bed in frustration.

he wants me- or at least it sounds like he does. what if its just a joke. no he’s grown and this isnt high school anymore guys dont just flirt with you as a dare anymore. but guys like him, guys that can have anybody they want, usually tend not to go for somebody whose status isnt similar to their own.

falling back onto the pillows your towel falls off of you leaving your bare body exposed to the air. nipples going frigid and you glance down at yourself- something you often try to avoid. you grab at the pudge of your stomach and sigh.

these moments tended to happen where youd find yourself being overly cautious about your body. usually itd be when you were shopping for clothes seeing as to how you didnt find yourself in a lot of situations that pertained men. you didnt seek out relationships, you never had, and whether it was due to your intense schedule or your subconscious fear of rejection you didnt take much time pondering on it. this for some reason really bothered you.

your phone began to vibrate throwing your train of thought out of the window. you stare at it as it rings body stiff and unmoving.

i cant do this right now.

declining the phone you turn on do not disturb.

you know ignoring the situation wont make it go away entirely but hopefully this will deter it for now.

ꨄ

it had been 5 days since you had last talked to cedarian and you would be lying if you said this little escapade didnt hurt. a sea of emotion still clouded your better judgement but you knew you couldnt keep it up much longer.

the calls & messages from him did not cease after that night. he felt bad that much you could tell and it made you feel ten times worse.

im sorry i shouldnt have said that

can u please answer

i shouldnt have said that

fuck please answer i js wanna talk

answer me please

im sorry goodnight

hey js got out of practice i hope you have a good day at work im sorry again for ts

please answer me

hello

goodnight im so sorry

every single message from monday on was akin to one another. you wanted to respond but you felt bad for all the time you didnt so you continued till ignore him or that was until now.

you sat in your car outside of your house as the phone rang on carplay. you groaned and hit the wheel in frustration- not at cee but at your childish antics. you sighed and clicked the green button on the screen heart thumping as you did.

the other end of the line was silent at first then came the rasp of the voice you missed so much.

“hey.” a word so simple yet it felt so loaded with emotion.

“hi.” you say in response, internally kicking yourself.

“i-i um i dont know where to begin- im sorry for what i said. it was inappropriate- really inappropriate for our friendship and i-i dont know why i even sent that. fuck im sorry these few days have been hell without talking to you.” he says voice laced with emotions- sadness and regret being the most prominent.

it tugs at your heart strings and you feel worse than you did before seeing how you made him feel. “cee, you dont have to apologize. none of this is your fault. i freaked out when i read the message and started over analyzing shit because i couldnt process my own feelings towards the situation. fuck, im sorry none of this is your fault thought.”

the other side of the line is quiet and if not for the screen still displaying his contact you would have thought he hung up.

“over analyzing what?” he quizzes and you could all but picture him somewhere eyes wondering as he chews on his bottom lip.

“the fact that you could feel even remotely attracted to me. you are you and well im just me. i-i dont know cedarian i just kept thinking someone like him- someone who has the world at their disposal could even feel something as meaningful as desire or anything towards someone like me. it just made me relive all the times i was asked out as a dare or some stupid joke. i really do like you cedarian, you are one of the only people i still have with me and i-it all felt too good too be true to think that you actually liked me too.” you say the last part quietly.

the line is quiet again and you suddenly feel stupid. “see, i knew it was too good to be real.“ you say voice shaky as tears spill from your eyes.

“what, no, no. stop crying please god stop crying i feel the same way about you. no cruel jokes or anything. you dont see yourself like i do- you are beyond beautiful.” he says words beginning to soothe the ache of your heart.

“ you dont understand how your voice is my favorite thing to hear after a game- win or loss. you dont see how when im on long flights home i go through the album of screenshots i have of just of you. you dont even know how good it felt to finally hold you in my arms after wanting to do that for so fucking long. when i say it took every ounce of self restraint i had to just hold you and nothing more when i heard you call out for me i meant that. i dont ever want you to have to want for anything as long as there is breathe in me because you deserve everything.”

hearing this your heart skips a beat. you feel an immense sense of relief at the words and a new found yearning for him, something just short of primal.

“cee,” you say voice barely above a whisper.

“just say the words baby.”

“i need you.”

#smut #fanfic #ceedee lamb #ceedee lamb x reader #nfl #dallas cowboys #plus size reader #black reader #fluff #tee higgins #joe burrow #jamarr chase

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dani-says-stuff · 7 months ago

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Weak Point

❥ Back to the Control Center

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Davos Blackwood x Bracken!fem!reader

Summary: It was a well known fact that the Blackwoods and the Brackens hated one another, the houses would die before agreeing on anything. And it stayed that way until Davos Blackwood realized he might share one thing with the Brackens after all, his weak point.

Warnings: possible ooc davos?, i also made him Willem's nephew idk if thats accurate but whatever, allusions to smut but no actual smut, men being creepy, gross, and objectifying to reader (not Davos), mild violence, Daemon Targaryen, probably more stuff I don't remember... just tread carefully. its no worse than the stuff in the show. this is also very very unedited.

A/N: so, yeah, this is my first time ever writing for got/hotd so i hope i didnt screw it all up too bad. i started this just wanting to jot down this thought i had while watching the show and ended up getting SUPER carried away. i haven't read literally any of the books though so this could be completely messed up for all i know and i apologize for any lore butchering i may have done. i hope you enjoy !

Word Count: 6.2k

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He was running.

His feet pounding against the ground as he wove throughout the trees under the cover of the black night sky. He hoped the torches carried in the hands of some of the other men didn't betray him, the dim yellow-orange glow casting light upon his face and showing off the panic he'd been trying his best to conceal, hidden poorly behind a half-hearted snear since Willem had returned to Raventree hall.

Willem Blackwood had announced to the room, bursting at the seams with leagues of angry Blackwood men, that their King consort had granted them leave to do whatever necessary to bring the Brackens to their knees. To destroy their alliance with the Greens and join the right side of history, pledge their allegiance to the true Queen Rhaenyra.

At first, like all the other men and boys in the room, Davos was excited. He was practically shaking in elation, itching with adrenaline, ready to storm Stone Hedge.

To make the Brackens pay once and for all.

He imagined some sort of battle would come from the ordeal. They would go head to head once more, fight like they always had with the other house, bring them to their knees for their Queen. It would be bloody, but the potential violence against their long-time rivals was customary, expected at this point. Or maybe they'd ransack some houses along the border. Burn a sept or two, destroy some of the more important harvest fields the Bracken's relied more heavily on.

That is what he expected to come from Daemon Targaryen's indirect orders.

But no, there would be no fighting this time. Not exactly.

They were to exploit the Brackens weak points.

To poke repeatedly at their sore spots until they finally admitted defeat, desperate to have returned what was stolen from them.

Davos Blackwood did not expect to have his weak point threatened as well.

But alas, it was. His weakest point, by the name of Miss Lady Y/N Bracken, was in grave danger, and she had no idea.

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It was an unlikely friendship that bloomed when the two were young, still green and ignorant to the centuries of history between the houses they came from.

A young Davos was practicing archery down by the border stones, unaware the large rocks were truly meant for something other than the simple job of being large rocks in the middle of the open field. He was only told never to cross them by his father... who had also told him never to wander near to them unaccompanied.

Nevertheless, here the young Blackwood stood, a crudely made target propped up against one of the stones, alone.

He pulled back the string, one eye closed, preparing to loose the arrow. His last arrow.

Maybe this one would actually hit the target. Every shot had found purchase on the fabric at least, just out along the outer border.

He held his breath, squeezing his eyes shut as he let go.

The boys eyes flew open at the sound of a high pitched squeal and the frantic rustling of leaves, like an animal caught in a bush. He soon realized that his last arrow hadn't hit the target at all, but instead flew over the stone entirely and landed somewhere in the woods on the opposite side of the border.

Had he hit an animal? Had he been such a nuisance at archery, but his luck so spectacular, he managed to miss the target by a mile yet make his first kill?

Davos was still for a moment, if he crossed the border to find the animal, his father would surly be angry with him for his disobedience, but would he be proud enough his young son managed to strike an animal that the punishment would be forgotten?

Surely his father would be more angry when he found his son's quiver one arrow short, and even angrier when it was explained how and where it was lost.

But just as the toe of his boot made it across the border, the rustling of the leaves returned.

What if he hadn't killed the beast with his misfire at all? What if he had only awoken it from it's slumber, and the beast he now wished he had paid more attention to when his father and uncle spoke of the miscreants on the other side of the border was angry and on the hunt for him.

But, rather than some large hairy creature lumbering out from the bushes, eyes glowing and drooling with bloodlust for the one who dared disturb it, he was met with a young girl. A child of his age, if not a year or two younger--it was hard to tell with the distance which still separated the two children. The baby fat, still stubbornly hanging onto the girls cheeks, didn't help either.

She emerged slowly, eyes curious and cautious as she scanned the area before her. Back and forth, left and right, eyes hungrily eating up each and every inch of the grass, hoping to find where the wayward arrow had come from.

Finally her gaze found his own and he found himself calling his father a liar for the first time in his life.

She was no beast, surely there couldn't be evil creatures over there as he had said. She was far too pretty for his father's claims to be true. She looked like something divined straight from the gods themselves.

Her hair was tangled and sweaty where the strands had fallen loose around her face, released from the intricate braided style on the back of her head. The courtly dress draped over her figure, torn and dirty at the sleeves and rips along the bottom of the skirt with mud caked in the lower fabric as if she had been running wild through the trees. A wooden practice sword lay loosely in her hand, his lost arrow held in the other.

She may not have been perfect to everyone, but she was to him.

She moved forward, walking slowly, making sure to glance from side to side every few steps, ensuring the two of them were the only ones in sight. She finally stopped a couple of paces before him, she raised the arrow playfully, "I believe you may've missed your target."

"Did not." he shot back immediately, kicking himself for a little for his hastiness, but too proud to let a pretty girl think he had messed up that horribly.

She smirked, shifting slightly on her feet, "Really?"

"Really."

"So this is not your arrow?"

"Nope."

She hummed, looking down to the obviously hand-made and well-used projectile. The body bent in a continuous curve from over use and harsh slices in the wood from where a dull knife had been used to widdle it down. She played with the feathers on the end, running the soft material between her fingers, "You sure?"

"Positive."

She looked up, catching the gaze of the boy just an inch or two shorter than herself, "You know I can see your bow right?" she lulled, unimpressed, "No matter how hard you attempt to shift yourself in front of it, I can still see it peeking over your shoulder." she slid around the stone separating the two, leaning down to compare the arrow with the ones firmly lodged in his target, "Not to mention the arrows are from the same bunch."

Davos stayed silent, eyes narrowed at the beautiful and strange girl before him, determined not to give in.

Perhaps if he was stubborn enough, she would forget the accusation like the maids that walked the halls at Raventree did. They always gave up before too long, scurrying off back to their duties when they'd catch him doing something he wasn't meant to.

"Well alright then," the girl shrugged carelessly, returning to her full height, no longer crouched down on her knees, "Its probably for the best these aren't yours anyway. Shoddy craftsmanship," she spoke, caressing the wood once again, "I fear a blind man may have done a better job-"

"Hey!" he cut her off, stomping forward and ripping the arrow from her gentle grip, "I spent an entire moon on these!"

"So it is yours then?" she questioned softly, a winning smirk pulled across her face.

Davos could feel heat rush to his cheeks, quickly causing him to hang his head, eyes focused on the pebbles sown between the blades of grass below his feet. He already embarrassed himself enough in front of this girl, he didn't need her to see his skin flush a deep crimson as well. "No."

The two children stood before each other in an awkward silence. Both not sure what exactly to say, but neither wanting to leave just yet.

She made the first move, stepping forward and coming to a stop beside him. No longer facing the boy head-on, but rather positioned so both were looking in the direction of the target.

"So," she began, "how'd you manage to shoot so far off anyway?"

"'m not good at it yet" he mumbled, face still stubbornly pointed down, "'S why I'm practicin'."

"Well, try again."

He looked up at her confused, the flush finally fading from his skin, "What?"

"Try again" she shrugged. "You have your arrow back, so try again."

He sputtered, about to tell the girl off for telling him what to do, but the look in her eyes made him think twice. She was so sure of herself, so determined. He couldn't leave her there like a coward, he'd already made a fool of himself, it's not like it could be any worse.

But he was wrong.

It could be worse.

The second he let the arrow loose, it failed to hit the target again, stopping about a foot short of the stone, stuck in the grass.

She snorted, a hand flying up to her face to conceal the noise to the best of her ability, "Do you even know how to shoot?"

He scoffed, turning to fix her with a nasty glare, "Of course I do."

"'Ya sure?" she smiled, "Doesn't really look like it from where I'm standing"

His glare hardened, "And what do you know of it? You're just a girl."

She nodded once, stepping forward to retrieve the arrow from the grass as well as the one from the target, "Maybe, but my older brother has been teaching me for years." she spoke returning to his side with a grin, "And I like to think I'm quite good."

Davos only laughed. Like a girl would ever be allowed near a weapon, there was even less of a chance one would know how to use it.

"I'm not jesting" she insisted, eyes narrowing in annoyance, "I do know how!"

"Sure," he laughed again, shoving the bow into her hands, "Give it a shot then, why don't you."

"Fine." she dropped one of the arrows to the floor, shoulder-checking the shorter boy as she lined herself up with the target.

It took her all of five seconds to load the arrow, align the point, and shoot.

And she hit the fucking center of the target too.

She turned to face him and crossed her arms over her chest, the bow held in the crook of her elbow, with a smug smirk, "Believe me now?"

"Whatever."

"Ok," she shuffled back to him, offering the bow back, "Your turn."

He picked the arrow up and aimed, he was about to let go when-

"Stop!" she shouted, quickly moving behind him. "Don't be so tense" she scolded, poking him in the back, "Your elbow is too high," she moved it down slightly "You use it to help aim, it doesn't always need to be completely level." She kicked the inside of his feet next, "Widen your posture, your feet are too close. It'll mess up your balance and aim."

"Are you done?" he gritted out, teeth clenching hard against each other. His arm began to ache, straining from the tension while she twirled in circles around him, giving him a whole explanation for each detail he had wrong.

"Almost" She laughed softly, moving to stand over his left shoulder, "Just two more things" He groaned again, but she only giggled soft at his impatience, "Keep your eyes open. It doesn't have to be both if that's uncomfortable but keep at least one. Shooting blind is practically a death sentence. Lastly, just remember to breathe." she stated simply, "Holding your breath will lock up your muscles. Be fluid, not rigid." he nodded once, relatively relaxed bar the shaking of his tired arm on the string. "Good. Now shoot."

He let go, and watched the whole way as the arrow soared through the air, hitting the target with a satisfying 'thunk'. It didn't hit the center like hers, but it was the closest he'd come thus far, landing on the inside of the ring just off-center.

She jumped in excitement, clapping happily as she did so, "See! You did it!"

"I didn't." he grumbled, "It still didn't hit the center."

"No, but it's closer" she spoke, excitement for the boy still heavy on her tongue, "All you need is some practice." She placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it softly, "You'll get there one day."

He hummed unconvinced, he'd been practicing for almost a year at this point, and only now was he told what he was doing wrong. He doubted he'd ever master the art of archery but that was alright with him. He'd become more skilled with the sword during his training and found he enjoyed the blade over long-range anyway.

Feeling her job complete, the arrow returned and an impromptu lesson to keep more from disturbing her peace, the girl nodded once and smiled at the boy, turning to cross back over the boundary and lift the practice sword she had abandoned on the other side.

She was about to walk away, disappearing back into the thicket when Davos finally shook himself from his thoughts. "Wait!" he ran after her, quickly catching up to her and grabbing her wrist, "I'm Davos. Davos Blackwood." he introduced himself, annoyed he'd forgotten to do so earlier.

She smiled, "Y/N Bracken."

The two explored the underbrush for hours that day, picking through the bushes for berries and telling stories to one another. He soon found out her strange state of dress, was because Y/N had fled from the hall halfway through their meal. She ran, quickly escaping after overhearing her father and some lord discussing her betrothal. It would never go through of course, the Lord too upsettened by the girl's wild display to continue the conversation.

She had fled through the hall, one of her brother's practice swords in hand and clumsily hitting the trees with it, hoping she could somehow teach herself to use the weapon so that her future would never need to be in the hands of another again.

Upon hearing the story, he quickly offered his guidance to her, promising to bring two swords to the clearing the next day as long as she would bring better archery equipment. She would teach him the art of the bow, and he would show her the ways of the blade.

Through their lessons with one another, they would ultimately come to the conclusion she preferred archery and he preferred steel, but both became skilled in the two practices nonetheless.

Lessons slowly turned to practice, and practice turned to sparring until sparring gradually turned to something more over the years.

Stolen kisses were shared in the shade of the branches. Words of affection whispered along the tall grass. Purple bruises and love bites exchanged under the cover of night and the watchful eye of the stars, easily concealed under the collars of their shirts.

They hadn't begun knowing how divided they were due to their names, but even when they discovered it, they found the years of hatred between the houses hardly held a candle to the feelings they harbored for one another.

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Fear flooded his veins when the words changed from those of violence against the men and soldiers, to violence against the women. Violence against the children. Violence against her.

"It is clear that our forces no longer intimidate them," a man decorated in silver plated armor called from the crowd, "how are we to persuade them, as you say, if they no longer listen?"

"We shall change our tactics" a dark smirk slowly formed across Willem's face as he spoke to his men, "The crown allows us grace to do what is necessary to gain the allegiance of the Brackens." the name left his lips with a sneer, as if saying the name itself caused him pain, "So, perhaps we move our gaze from those who've come to expect us."

The excitement of the room changed from one of violent delight, to one of lustful rage. All men in the room, old and young alike, seemed to understand what was implied from the words of both their Lord and their King. All bets were off tonight, they were to take whatever—and whoever—they wished, just as long as it pushed the Brackens to surrender by morning light.

Davos stayed frozen upon the stairs while his Uncle spoke, and the men cheered before them. Many of which, boasting clearly of the prize they wished to gain. The prize that would give them pleasure that night, as well as potential favor with their Lord and Crown. The bargaining chip above all else, the very soul that would surely break the camel's back.

For if Y/N, Lord Bracken's most favored and precious daughter, were to be stolen and sullied, the Bracken people would surely be broken as well. Surrender would be all but guaranteed.

That's how he found himself sprinting as fast as his legs could carry him, subtly kicking rocks and twigs under the feet of his bannermen. Anything to slow them down. Anything that would allow him to get in front of them. Anything that would allow him to be the one that would reach her first.

He'd heard the way they spoke about her. The things they wished to do to her. It all but made his blood boil, the urge to remove their tongues—or perhaps their manhood—was strong. It was what they deserved for speaking about his lady in such a matter.

Yet he couldn't. He didn't care for his own safety, if he were to be hanged for defending his lady love's honor, he would do it a million times over. But the fact that the outcome on her could be worse if he were to confess, is what held him back.

He couldn't do anything in the bright lights of Raventree Hall, but if anyone were to come between his blade and his lady now, he cared not for what would become of them.

He'd kill a thousand Blackwoods if he must tonight. No one was going to touch her.

When finally made it into the halls of Stone Hedge, he was out of breath and his lungs were burning. His breaths quick and labored as he gulped for air, but he couldn't stop until he knew she was safe.

The words they levied against her echoed in his ears, filling him with a blinding rage that powered him forward, allowing the pain in his bones to evaporate from his mind.

They spoke of her as if she were a piece of meat and nothing more. The beautiful Bracken girl ripe for the taking. The forbidden apple that was all but theirs for tonight. They spoke of how they wished to deflower her. To take her maidenhead, rip it away from her and claim it for themselves. "it's what we deserve after all the Brackens have done." he remembered hearing one say, "We deserve this."

They didn't deserve shit. Hell, there were days Davos himself didn't believe he deserved her, if he didn't, then there was no way in hell they did.

He tore through the halls, the anger in his soul bright enough to light the way. He abandoned his torch once he made it inside so none of the other men would be able to follow his trial.

The screams began soon after he reached the second floor. The hushed symphony of horrific melodies carrying up the stairs and echoing down the stone halls, ebbing in on the wind through the windows of the keep, tempting Davos’ heart to beat faster in it's rhythm.

The Blackwoods had begun their raid. He was running out of time.

He cursed her in his mind, his beautiful girl more cautious than he, convincing him that their escapades should be confined to the secrecy the fields and forests provided. He had tried to persuade her to sneak into one of their homes, claiming she deserved the luxury and privacy of one of their bedrooms over his cloak on the harsh terrain. So she could feel the soft feather bed and furs beneath her back rather than the rough sticks and stones scratching her bare skin through the thin fabric. She always declined, arguing the need to keep their love in a place that matched that of which it was sewn from. Somewhere wild, free, and pure.

He always laughed along with her, choosing to ignore the fear that gathered in the corners of her eyes. He knew the real reason, she was afraid they’d lose one another if they were to enter the enemy's halls, that they’d be caught and torn apart forever. So, he just laughed along and agreed full heartedly, dropping the idea so his girl could return to her usual carefree spirit. So her worries would be carried off on the chilled evening breeze, set ablaze in the light of the setting sun.

He lived for her, and if it was her wishes to stay confined in the bugs and dirt, he’d happily oblige without a complaint, even if he ended up with cuts along his palms, skin pierced by the rocks his cloak couldn’t cover as he hovered over her body in the foliage.

But now, he was running through the large keeps halls, throwing open the doors of guestroom after guestroom in the residency hall. Panic increasing for each empty room revealed.

If she just let him come in once, if she allowed him to climb up the wall and through the window like he’d joked one evening, he’d know exactly where to go.

Davos finally approached the last room in the hall, still no luck in finding her room. The voices of his men had increased, finally making their way to the level he stood.

And for the first time in years, Davos found himself praying.

He wasn’t a particularly religious man and he hadn't been since his mother had ceased dragging him out weekly to worship the gods. He found himself finding solace in the heart trees for their beauty rather than religion and becoming more devout to the sword than the gods. But now, outside the heavy wooden door, he found himself praying quietly under his breath. To both the God’s he’d turned his back on and the ones she treasured. He prayed to both the Old gods and the new, that his own goddess would be sound and safe behind this very door.

“Please” he whispered, “I know I haven’t been the most… pious over the years. I know I haven’t followed the rules you have set for the people” he laughed bitterly, “In fact, there were times I blatantly went against you just because I could. But please” he begged, feeling a burning form in the corners of his eyes, “please, I beg you, have her be behind this door. She doesn't deserve what's coming if I don't find her first. I may not believe you exist, but she does. Please don’t fail her now.”

He rammed his shoulder into the door, the lock giving way after two sturdy blows, swinging open to reveal yet another dark, empty room.

His heart stopped, split between the feeling of devastation and unadulterated rage. The emotions clawing their way up his throat, threatening to drown him if he didn’t release them soon.

There had to be a mistake, she had to be here. Was he already too late? Had someone somehow managed to get ahead of him and steal her away before he arrived? It couldn’t be, he was the one to break the lock and sneak around the watch in the front of the keep.

He wanted to scream. To curse the Gods, curse his uncle, curse himself.

But he couldn’t.

Instead, he punched the door frame, knuckles slamming into the stones and splitting open the thin skin from the force. A muffled curse left his lips, not loud enough to reveal himself to the men beginning their descent on the hall, but loud enough to reveal a sliver of the emotions pent up and burning its way through his veins.

He was yanking at the strands of his tousled and sweaty black hair, pacing the area outside the open door. Mind racing as he contemplated what exactly he was meant to do next.

But then he heard it. His saving grace. A muffled sound, a soft mumble coming from inside the bedroom followed by the quiet ruffling of sheets.

Davos whipped around, neck straining under the speed of which he snapped to face the inside of the chamber. There, he found it, shrouded in the shadows and tucked beneath the covers was a lump, with her beautiful, wild hair peeking out and laid upon the pillowcases.

He rushed into the room, slamming the door and bolting it behind him.

It was the heavy slam that finally roused her from her sleep. She sat up in her bed, the white sheets falling down and resting over her legs as she did. She squinted into the darkness, unable to make out who it was but able to see the figure posted inside her room, the moonlight catching on the metal armor adorning the man before her.

It was normal for a maid to come into her room, accidentally wake her in the later hours as they entered her chambers to gather things they had unknowingly left behind earlier in the day. It was strange for a knight or watchman to enter, on the eve of a gathering or a feast at the keep where her father had invited many guests a guard may be placed outside her rooms but never inside.

“Sir?” she spoke, voice soft and confused, roughed slightly by sleep, “What is—”

She wasn’t able to finish her question in full before the man hurtled himself at her. In a panicked haste she reached to her bedside, reaching for the heavy silver candle holder on the table, whacking the man repeatedly when he became close enough.

“Fuck!” the man yelled, stepping back when she jumped up from the bed, swinging the candle holder before her. He reached up, one hand poorly acting as a shield before him while the other went to his brow, touching the now split skin from where she managed to strike him.

“Damn you woman” he yelled half playful and half serious, a proud smirk resting on his lips despite himself. Maybe his love didn’t need him to protect her after all. “I’m just tryin’ to help you!”

Y/N dropped the candlestick in an instant, immediately recognizing the voice that often found its way into her dreams and day to day thoughts, “Davos?” she whispered, now rushing forward, pulling him down by the neck to get a better look at the gash she’d made. “Gods, I’m so so sorry” she muttered, delicate fingers running over his brow bone and assessing the damage in the dim light provided by the moon, so focused on Davos’ injury, she failed to notice the soft smile tugging at his lips, “you–you just startled me. I’m not exactly expecting visitors in the middle of the night.” her brow crinkled in confusion, wiping away a streak of mud on his forehead and brushing through the sweat-soaked hair falling over his forehead, “And why on Earth do you look like you crawled through the riverbeds to get here?”

He laughed, exhausted and relieved to see her standing before him. Davos reached out, grasping her elbows softly, proving to himself she was real. That he did make it in time after all. “I mean, not exactly, but that's close enough.”

She stepped back, eyes wide as saucers. Her sleep muddled mind, finally beginning to catch up with what was going on. Part of her thought it was all part of some strange dream, getting attacked in the late hours and suddenly her forbidden lover is standing before her in her bedroom.

But it wasn’t a dream. This was real. So what in the seven hells is he doing here?

“You can’t be here!” she whispered harshly, “I–What? Davos, you need to go.” she sputtered rushing to open the door and shove him out, ushering him back off to raventree, “My father could–”

He reached out, catching her wrist and yanking her back away from the door harsh enough her back crashed into his chest.

“What–”

“Stop.” he cut her off, spinning Y/N around so they faced one another, “You can’t open the door.”

Her eyes grew even wider at his words, fear slipping into her gaze and he hated himself for being the one to put it there, “Why not?” a crash erupted not far down the hall, the sound of one of the vases clattering and shattering down onto the floor followed by a group of men, maybe three or four at least, cackling. She jumped, clinging onto his arms, her grip tight and nails cutting into his skin, “Davos? What’s happening? What’s going on?”

He looked anxiously up at the door as the footsteps grew louder, shifting Y/N and holding onto her with one arm while the other drifted to hold the pommel of his sword, “It’s a long story.”

“Care to share the summary then?” she bit out at him, but her words were less harsh than she intended, the fear coating the statement making it far less intimidating than she’d prefer.

“You’re in danger.”

“Well, yeah, I kinda gathered that.”

“This is the only one we haven’t checked,” they heard a deep voice say from through the wooden door. “Ya’ think its this one?”

“It’s gotta be” another spoke, tone giddy in a horrific kind of excitement, “It’s the last on the hall, surely the Bracken Brat is in here.”

Davos spun on his heel, looking into her eyes with such intensity Y/N was unsure if she wanted to run or drop to her knees, “I have an idea. I need you to play along.” she nodded immediately, she trusted him with her life. Davos smiled softly, leaning down to place a long, tender kiss on her forehead, “Just remember I love you, ok? I’ll explain later, I promise.” she nodded once more, lifting on her toes to place a soft kiss on his cheek.

His gaze hardened a harsh sneer screwing up his features, the grip he held on her wrist tightening, “Stop struggling! I already told you, you can’t worm your way out of this one Bracken.”

Y/N turned, swiping her arm across her vanity, a collection of glass jars and pots tumbling from the surface and crashing to the floor, “No!” she screamed, “I won’t! You can’t make me!”

The noise from the hall silenced, and both Y/N and Davos smiled. It was working.

“Oh,” he laughed darkly, walking her closer to the door, both of them taking turns at shoving the furniture to fake the struggle, “I most definitely can–”

“My father–”

“Fuck your father” he sneered, reaching up and helping her mess up her hair further than the slight bedhead she still had, and stretching out the neck of her pale nightgown. He then grabbed her robe, throwing it haphazardly over one of her shoulders, “He can’t help you now, the Blackwoods are taking our revenge. The Brackens will finally fall once and for all.” and with that he swung open the door, tightening his grip on her wrists to drag her through the door frame.

“What’s this?” Y/N laughed, overexaggerating her breathing to further fake the strain of the struggle as she faced the four men outside her door, “Is Willem Blackwood's little nephew so incompetent they needed to send four men just to make sure he could get the job done?” she snarked, trying to pull herself out of Davos’ grip.

He growled, spinning her around and yanking her back against his chest, caging the girl in with his arms tight around her waist and arms. “What do you want?” he spoke, ignoring Y/N and looking directly at the men.

“We were coming to get her,” One spoke up, gesturing at the girl with his sword, “but it seems we missed all the fun.”

“Nah,” another added, stepping forward gleefully and running a hand over Y/N’s hair, “he just caught her, we can still get a turn later boys.” he smirked cruelly, dirty fingers dropping down to caress her soft skin.

Y/N shifted at the Blackwood soldier's words, glancing up and seeing the expressions of sick joy on the other’s faces at his statement.

So this is why Davos had broken into her room. She could hear the sounds of what could be happening to her from the maids down the stairs, but no, Davos had reached her first.

She moved slightly, subtly pushing more of her weight against his chest, seeking comfort in the small gestures, that he wouldn’t let that happen to her. He gripped her tighter when she did, to both assure her she would always be safe with him, and to keep him from relieving the men before them of their heads.

“It’s just a shame young Davos beat us,” the youngest of them, a man looking to be in his late thirties, whined, “I had plans of all the ways I wanted to take her and ruin her for the first time. See her scream as I–”

“No.” Davos grit out, cutting the man off swiftly, clenching his jaw harshly between his words and a glare that could cut through iron shifting among the four men “None of that will be happening. She is mine. She is my prize for tonight.”

“But–”

“No!” he yelled, sneering at the men, “I am the nephew of Lord Blackwood, you will not disobey me and my claim. I fought and won her. I claimed her. She is mine. My prisoner and I am not keen on sharing.”

Y/n did her best to keep up the act. To keep the look of fear and anger on her face and struggle to get out of his grip. But something about those words and his tone of voice made her melt inside. She knew they weren’t all true, she wasn't a prisoner, but something about the way he proclaimed her as his made her think it wasn’t far from his true feelings.

“I will be the one taking her back to Raventree. Go find something else. You will not be laying a single finger on her, am I clear?” The four men begrudgingly nodded their heads, walking back down the hall with wounded egos.

Davos “dragged” Y/n all the way through Stone Hedge and back out the main door. He found an abandoned horse not far from the gate and quickly helped her up on the saddle.

“You’re really taking me to Raventree?” Y/n whispered as he too, hauled himself on the horse, settling behind her. His arms wrapped around her to grasp the reins.

“Well I kinda have to” he responded playfully, words hushed into her ear, his breaths tickling her skin, “Wouldn’t make much sense for me to take a prisoner and release her that quickly now would it?”

“So that’s all I am to you huh?” she hummed as they made their way through the trees, the cold night air pebbling her skin through the sheer nightwear, “just a prisoner?”

He leaned down, kissing her shoulder, “Nah, you're much more than that.”

“You sure?”

Davos bit at her ear, watching with a smirk as she shivered, one she’d surely claim was from the cold, “I’m Positive.”

They reveled in the moment of relief and playful joy that encompassed them on the journey back. They both knew it wouldn’t be before long when the reality of the situation would set in. The fear would return to her bones and he would need to fully explain in detail what was going on. They would need to come up with a plan on how to move forward.

But for now, it was just the two of them riding through their forest on horseback.

Davos swore he would be there for her when it came time for her to shatter. When she would feel safe enough to cry for the fate of her people who couldn’t be saved as she had once they found their way to his chambers for the night, and however many after Y/N Bracken was to be a “prisoner” at Raventree.

He swore that when she broke into millions of tiny pieces, he would be there with hands ready to bleed as he held her tight and helped put all the shards back together in the intricate puzzle that was her soul.

He would always be there for her. He would always protect her.

He swore it upon the old gods and the new.

#davos blackwood x reader #davos blackwood x bracken!reader #hotd x reader #hotd fanfic #hotd x y/n #davos blackwood x you #davos blackwood x y/n #hotd x you #benjicot blackwood x reader

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c0llisiion · 1 year ago

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NUMB TO THE FEELING : Concert Sex —J.jk

★pairing: jeon jungkook + f!reader

★genre : smut

★: npr, switch!jk , switch!reader , fellacio , handjob, whiny!jk, idol!jkandreader , dirty talk , cum eating, lots of ‘baby’ usage, its basically jungkook being all whiny idk 💀 – lmk if i missed any!

★W/C: 1,207

Pt.1 , Pt.2 [can be read as a stand alone!]

A/N: HIIIIIIII! Im backkk! I decided to quickly write this lolol (not rlly proud). I didnt intend it to be so switchy jk path but somehow i js ended up there 😭 its kinda short and idk imo but anyways hope you liked this! I might make this a series hehe

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

It was the day of jungkooks fanmeet. The crowd was huge. Fans were screaming out his name over and over again. The arena was so lively. You were deep in the audience, and no one seemed to notice you. You were sitting in the 3rd row with your managers and bodyguards surrounding the seats in front of and beside you. You watched as your boyfriend entertained a crowd of mostly young women. There was a spark of jealousy, but why would you be jealous when you get to fuck him whenever you want?. As the concert went on, vcr’s were played every now and then, but one of them caught your eye. It was a vcr where Jungkook hopped out of his and yours shower. In the same shower, he ate you out till you were shaking. The same shower where you suck his dick as he groans and whines at the way your mouth worked on his dick. The same shower he pushed you against, fucking into you until you blacked out. Thoughts of those steamy days and nights flooded your mind as you watched the vcr.

Jungkook had just finished the second-last setlist of the night. You watched him scurry off the stage, removing his clothes in the process. You relaxed and laid back a bit when one of jungkooks staff approached you. “Mr.jeon would like to see you in his dressing room immediately, Ms.y/n” she said while taking deep breaths. You smirked and nodded before following her. You knew exactly why he called you. You were guided through the backstage area by his staff. People were running rampant, preparing for the next set list. She eventually brought you to Jungkook's dressing room before giggling and leaving. You stared at the door in front of you, contemplating whether to tease him and just leave or give him what he wanted. “Come in already, baby.” A deep voice was heard from inside the room. How the hell did he know? You chuckled before entering his dressing room. "I thought of actually leaving you all hard and-“ jungkook grabbed you by your neck and smashed his lips against yours, cutting your little banter off. His other hand went to your ass, groping the fatty flesh from under your teeny-tiny miumiu skirt. His tongue was inside your mouth as he pressed his hard-on against you. “Fuck– gotta make this quick, baby. God, you look so hot rn.” He mumbled into your mouth as his fingers toyed with your wet pussy. You moaned into his mouth, grinding onto his fingers for more stimulation.

You pushed him away when you felt his fingers pushing inside of your soft walls. He stumbled back a bit and stared at you, confused. “Baby? Whats wrong-“ he got cut off as you pushed him down onto the dressing room couch, immediately taking your place in between his legs. Jungkook smirked at your sudden action before relaxing on the couch, throwing his head back, waiting for your next move. You were kneeling down in front of him as you palmed his erect cock through his jeans. You unzipped his pants and pulled down both his jeans and boxers together. His big, thick cock flung out, hitting his belly, precum already leaking.

You took the monster in your hands, smearing the pre down his shaft before sucking on his tip. Jungkook let out a loud groan, bringing his hand to your head to push you further down. You slapped his hand away. He stared at you with a confused look and a pout. “You’re being mean-..” he whined. Your hands went up and down his length, slowly pumping it. “Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” You say it tauntingly. Your hands increased in pace, and jungkook was in another world. His head was thrown back as whimpers after whimpers escaped his mouth. “Look at you. All whiney. You just love it when i tease you, dont you jungkook?” You say before pressing your thumb into his slit. Jungkooks hips bucked up at the sudden action. “Haa…! Nghh- y/n..” he moaned, his eyes looking down at you half-lidded and on the verge of tears as you kept teasing his sensitive tip. “Speak up, baby. What is it?” You ask with a fake sweet tone as you fondle his heavy balls. Pulling and tugging on them before licking up a huge stripe from his balls to his tip. Jungkook whined out loud, his back arching away from the couch. Hands gripping the armrest. “You are so sensitive..” you say, gliding your hands up and down his length faster. “So..so.. sensitive..” wrapping around his dick tighter and pumping him faster. “Haa… fuck so good, y/n… im gonna cum…—“ he says, eyes closed and in a state of bliss. “Yeah? You’re gonna cum? What if I don't let you?” You say before detaching from his cock and watching it twitch in the air. Jungkook whined and cried, missing your soft hands. “Please y/n.. let me cum.. I promise to fuck you good .. “ you loved seeing him be all desperate for your touch. The way he could switch from being a dom to a sub was so surreal. You chuckle at his words and nod. “As you wish…” you say before putting his entire length down your throat. Jungkook moaned out as your throat spasmed around his thick dick. Your head bobbed up and down his length. His hands are pinned down to his sides by your hands, restricting him from touching you.

Jungkook was a moaning mess. His sweet little mouth let out groans every second as you worked up his length. You felt his dick twitch in your mouth, and before you knew it, a white, salty liquid coated the inside of your mouth and throat. You coughed and gagged around his cock as rope after rope of cum kept slipping down your throat. Spurts of his cum start to peek out the sides of your mouth. You pulled away and swallowed all of it before bringing your hands back to his softening cock, overstimulating the hell out of him. Jungkook shuddered under your touch as he tried pushing you off. “Y/n please.. thats enough..” he said. You smirked at him before continuing to work up and down on his length. He leaned forward and wrapped his hand around your neck, immediately stopping your movements. "Didn't I tell you to stop, doll?” He said he was squeezing the sides of your neck. You nodded and whimpered as his grip on your neck tightened. His hands traveled to your jaw, his fingers wiping away the reminder of his cum that was around your mouth. He stuffed his fingers back into your mouth, and you shamelessly licked off the rest of his cum. He smirked and softly slapped your cheeks. “I fucking love you.” Was all he said before he was cut off by a loud knock on his door.

“Jungkook you are up in 10! Get ready quick!” His manager screamed from the other side. He looked at your kneeling figure before kissing your cum stained lips. “We are not done yet btw” he said, pulling you up before putting his pants back on and exiting his room.

A/N: Ilysmmm! Thank you for reading!!!

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luveeseo · 8 months ago

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PAIRING: kim minji x reader

GENRE: fluff, one shot

WORD COUNT: 1,014

WARNINGS: none<3

it was 9pm, minji sat on the couch in the living room, watching tv to pass the time. the sky was dark grey, a color which slowly turned even darker. the sound of raindrops hitting the window could faintly be heard. she looked curious out the window at the rain, now falling. as she continued to look outside, a loud rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance. she got up from the couch, deciding to go get herself a glass of water from the kitchen. she opened the cabinet and reached for a glass, filling it with water as she stood in the kitchen, listening to the rain. another rumble of thunder was heard, this time louder than the last. she glanced at the door, wondering if it would be a good idea to go outside and enjoy the rain…

suddenly, the doorbell rang throughout the apartament. she stood for a moment, unsure who would be at the door late at night. she places the glass on the counter, walking over the door. she opened the door, her eyes widening when she saw you standing in front of the door, your hair and clothes already soaking wet.

"y/n? what the hell are you doing here?" she says, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you inside before closing the door. "come on in"

"i was on my way home when it started to rain. i didnt have an umbrella and i was already wet, as you can see, so i rang your doorbell hoping i could stay until the rain slows down a bit" you explained to her.

"oh, you should've called or text me, you know i would've picked you up instead of having you walking through rain like that!" she quickly grabbed a towel from the bathroom and handed it to you. "here, dry yourself off. i'll grab you some dry clothes. you can't stay in those, you'll catch a cold"

you nodded, taking the towel and beginning to dry your hair. minji disappeared down the hall for a moment, leaving you alone in the living room. the sound of the rain continued to beat against the window. the thunder rambled again. when minji returned, she had a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie in her hands.

"these should fit you" she said, offering a smile. "bathroom's just down the hall."

"thanks minji, i really appreciate this."

"i'm just glad you came here instead of staying out in the storm."

you headed to the bathroom to change. minji had always been there for you, no matter what. it was moments like these that made you realize how much she cared.

when you retunred to the living toom, minji was already sitting back on the couch, the tv still on, but muted now. she looked up as you entered, patting the spot next to her.

"feel better?" she asked as you sat down.

"much better." you replied with an undeniable smile. the warm clothes and the coziness atmoshpere of minji's apartment made you feel completely safe and relaxed.

"actually, i was thinking about going outside and enjoy the rain," minji said suddenly, after a moment of silence. "but… im glad i didnt, cause then i would have missed you…"

"you actually enjoy the rain?"

"yeah." minji nodded, with a small smile. "its soothing. but tonight, i dont need to go outside to feel that way.."

"why not?" you inquired.

"because i've got you," she said softly "that's all i need"

both of you sat quietly for a moment, the room dimly lit by the light of the tv. despire the storm raging outside, there was a sense of peace, like everything was exactly as it should be,

"minji, thanks for letting me stay"

"you never have to thank me. my door is always open for you, y/n. besides, i dont think the rain will stop anytime soon, so why not stay here for the night? we could watch a movie too, if you're not too tired."

"minji… really its ok, i dont want to-"

"no, y/n, please." she immediatly cuts you off and without even realizing, she starts holding onto your hand, not wanting you to leave "stay here with me." she said, looking at you with puppy eyes.

"hey, dont look at me with those eyes now… you know i cant say no that way" you say, cupping her face softly, running the thumb across her cheek as you look into her eyes.

minji was all smiles at the simple gesture, feeling warm and safe in your hand. "so, stay?" she asks.

"yes, i'll stay." you reassure her. minji was very excited to spend the night with you. you could see it on her face too. as she suggested, she put on a movie, brought a blanket and some extra pillows too, so you both could get more comfy on the couch. if that wasn't enough, she made some popcorn and you know nothing can beat the smell of hot popcorn, fresh out of the microwave. you couldnt help but smile at her enthusiasm as she fussed around making sure everything was just right. the atmosphere was perfect. the storm outside only added to the ambience, making the inisde feel like heaven.

as the movie began, minji rested her head on your shoulder. you could feel her hand resting gently on your thigh. the closeness was natural. you adjusted slightly, making sure the blanket covered you both and without thinking, you let your hand fall to caress her hair, feeling her strands slide between your fingers. it seemed as though time had stopped, the outisde world forgotten and only the two of you were left in that little bubble.

"y/n," minji spoke in a quiet tone. "im realy glad youre here tonight."

"me too, minji," you replied, your voice just as soft. "i wouldnt wanna be anywhere else."

you werent sure where this was going. the fact that you were there, spending a night that seemed like it was meant to be, was all that counted.

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garciaasfluffypen · 6 months ago

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take care of me (like i take care of you) pt.1

pairing: jemily x adhd!reader word count: 2.4k warnings: emily smokes in this one (SMOKING IS DANGEROUS LADIES, GAYS AND THEYS pls dont ruin ur lungs), reader is mentioned to vape but it is not shown, female terms of endearment - "little miss", y/n has a minor flashback to a previous relationship where they got belittled that leads to an rsd breakdown a/n: THIS PART GOT TOO LONG AND I DIDNT EVEN GET TO THE MAIN PLOT POINT UNTIL 2.4k WORDS IN so its being split into two parts teehee :) also... i should have put this in the first part, but the house they live in is jj's house from cm evolution bc i'm quite literally obsessed with it anyway pls ignore the fact that it's clearly not three femme presenting humans holding hands i couldn't find a gif like that anywhere

you all had been blessed with a whole week off. a whole week that you got to spend with your favorite people in the entire world and not have to worry about being called in.

it had been ages since you had a whole week where you didn’t have to worry about a single work thing bothering you. the last time you had done this, you had convinced your then best friends to take you to their favorite park and have a picnic, go to the movies and even take you to the trader joes to get your favorite snacks. but this week, this week was different. firstly, you were now dating your best friends, and had been told to stay at theirs as long as you wanted to. you hadn’t left except to go to your apartment and grab a suitcase full of clothes. secondly, the case you had just finished drained the hell out of the three of you. a majority of the time was spent curled up on the couch cycling through shows on netflix and amazon prime, everyone taking turns picking a show to watch while eating leftover chinese food and cuddling. but today you were determined to get out of the house.

the local zoo was holding a sale to celebrate the birth of a new baby giraffe, which happened to be some of your favorite animals ever. so naturally, you got three tickets for the three of you last night and made sure you were up before both of your girlfriends to ensure you got your hands on tickets to feed the giraffes. it had been on your bucket list for a long time. ever since you were little, giraffes had intrigued you. they just looked so soft and cuddly. and you wanted to touch one. so, so bad.

which is how you found yourself up at seven in the morning, squeezing yourself out from between the two older women and seaking downstairs, curling up in the armchair that you had claimed to yourself and grabbing your ipad. well, technically it was emily’s but she barely used it so therefore it was yours. you had all your favorite games on it anyway, so it was only fair that you used it more since you liked to play games on the jet. making sure you got to the website bright and early, you went to the page where you needed to buy the giraffe experience tickets and waited patiently until 7:30am hit and the first wave of tickets were sent out into the interwebs. within minutes, you had the three tickets you needed in your email. the next step to buttering up your girlfriends for a day at the zoo was to make breakfast.

you knew exactly what breakfast each of them liked, and had memorized it a few weeks prior for moments like this. emily loved her bacon crispy, her eggs over easy and a marlboro gold by the bay window. jj, on the other hand, loved when you made the pillsbury biscuits with honey and butter, some sort of potato and getting kisses from both you and emily. considering emily usually woke up a little bit before you and jj on a typical day, you decided to start on hers first. you grabbed the box of cigarettes from her purse and put it over by the seat next to the kitchen table, opening the window so the cool dc air would flow through the kitchen as you cooked. sometimes you were tempted to light up a cigarette and see what they were like, but you couldn’t let go of your favorite fruity little flavors. that was another thing you added to your mental list of things to never let emily find out, since you knew she’d give you the look that she gives you whenever you’ve somehow disappointed her.

jj had found out by a total accident a while ago, clocking your antsiness before you even did. you had stepped out for a breath of fresh air, not realizing that jj had followed you until you were mid hit and felt a presence behind you. while she had been disappointed, she knew that the oral fixation couldn’t be stopped if you weren’t chewing on your chewy necklace. you did your best to wear it, but sometimes the need for the nicotine buzz was stronger than your little necklace and you wanted to feel the dopamine. she sat with you outside while you tried to explain the way it made you feel, and she sat there the whole time and listened to you. she made you promise to lower the nicotine level, which you agreed to, but kept forgetting to go down whenever you stopped by the shop.

despite the fear looming over you of disappointing emily, you couldn’t help but realize everything had been so easy with them. from communicating your needs to even just asking for them to sit with you. they made sure you were their number one priority. to this day, you were still scared of waking up in your dingy one bedroom all alone and still single. but now, here you were, slowly moving your stuff into their apartment and preparing to leave most of your old appliances at the local goodwill. it was a pleasant change, knowing you were moving somewhere nice and calm and where people supported your every move. where they wouldn’t yell at you when you forgot to refill the soap, or restock the cheese drawer after a grocery trip.

shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you heard the bedroom door creak open and the padding of emily’s sock feet grew louder as you started smiling.

“you’re up early,” emily beamed at you. “what’re you doing?”

“taking care of my girlfriends.” you shrugged. “cigs are on the table for you next to your window.”

emily narrowed her eyes playfully at you. “you have a plan for today, don’t you?”

“maybe i do, maybe i don’t.” you playfully smiled back at her. “you gotta wait for jayje to wake up.”

“you know, you can be bad at hiding things sometimes.” emily came over to you and wrapped her arms around your waist. “you have the cheesiest grin on your face right now.”

“can i not just make breakfast for my girlfriends when i want to?”

emily placed a peck on your cheek, then captured your lips in a kiss. “you’re a devious little thing, lovey.”

“and you adore me for it.”

“that i do.”

you placed another kiss on emily’s lips before ushering her over to her window, grabbing the sheet pan of biscuits and slipping them into the oven. you relished these small moments with emily, where it was the two of you. you got these moments with jj at night, since emily typically stayed at the office later than you guys did. taking the mornings with just the two of you was something you tried to do more often than not, since you craved quality time with both of them. you loved having time with both of them together, but alone time with each of your girlfriends was something you cherished. you made sure to get emily’s coffee mug filled just the right amount and bought it over to the table, wrapping your arms around her from behind as the smoke flowed from between her lips. you had at least five more minutes before you had to start cooking the bacon and eggs, which meant you could sit with emily and bask in the moment.

before you knew it, jj made her way into the kitchen, smiling widely as she came and wrapped her arms around you as you stood over the pan. your eyes momentarily closed as you leaned back into the blonde, letting her place a few kisses on your neck before turning around and capturing her in a kiss. you smiled at her before turning back to the bacon, making sure that side was crispy as you could get it before flipping it around.

“what’s all this?”

“well… i uh, i had a plan for us today.”

you saw emily struggle to hold back a chuckle out of the corner of your eye.

“can you guys both be ready by nine thirty? no wait, be ready by nine fifteen and in the car by nine thirty because we need to be at the place by nine fifty in order to beat the crowds and get to where we need to be on time for our tickets because our tickets are for eleven.” you paused, looking at your girlfriends. “can you be ready by nine fifteen?”

“i mean, yeah.” jj looked over to emily. “do you know the plan?”

“just that little miss over here woke up before us and i woke up with no blankets on me because in the midst of everything you stole all of them.” emily joked, poking her tongue out at jj.

you started rocking up to the balls of your feet. “so um… there might be a new baby giraffe at the zoo and i might have gotten us tickets because i really really wanted to see the giraffes and they’re my favorites and they were running a sale because of the new baby and--”

jj chuckled. “you are adorable, did you know that?”

“is that a yes?”

“of course it's a yes, bubs.” jj placed a kiss on your cheek. “i’d love to go to the zoo with you.”

“emmy?” you looked over to emily, the new nickname slipping out of your lips with ease. “can you come to the zoo with us? you’ll probably say no which is okay because i can always invite penelope or tara but-”

“why would you think i’d say no?”

negative feelings overflowed your system as you remembered vividly the face that had been pulled when you asked to go to the zoo or do anything you considered fun. you felt yourself slipping into a dissociative state, fingers looking for something to stim on as you worked through your feelings. the harsh words of “why the fuck would you want to go to the zoo?” reverberated through as memories of one of your previous flings flew to the front of your mind. the shame you felt for wanting to enjoy your time together became unbearable and overwhelming, making you realize that your girlfriends could become annoyed with you like that and change their minds. what if they thought you were childish? what if they figured out you were too much for them?

emily looked over to jj. “did i say something?”

“i don’t know. i don’t think so?” jj looked over to you, your eyes glazed over. “um.. shit wait, okay, i think they’re having an rsd episode, i’ll get their work bag. the marble fidget they use to calm down is in there.”

emily scooted out from behind the table as she put her cigarette out, sneaking behind you to grab the pan off the stove before the bacon burned. she put her arms around you and pulled you close, running her hand up and down your back lightly as she waited for you to come out of your funk. she locked eyes with jj as she came back into the room, digging through the bag for the fidget toy in question, sticking it in your hands before you could start scratching at the side of your nails. a few minutes passed before you came back, the feeling of both emily and jj’s arms around you grounding you in the present, pushing the negative feelings to the back of your mind.

“‘m sorry.”

“it's okay, lovey. do you want to talk about it?”

“um… can you just… i’m not too much, right?”

emily pulled back. “what makes you think that?”

“whenever i asked about doing things that i liked, nobody really wanted to do them.” you looked down shamefully. “i shouldn’t have presumed you’d want to go with me.”

“y/n y/l/n” blue eyes looked into your own. “you don't need to hide yourself with us. never hide yourself with us. you’re allowed to have your likes and act on them.”

“but-”

“ah ah,” jj tilted your chin up, making you look at her. “don’t you dare.”

it was almost as if a switch had been flipped in jj, her eyes darkening slightly as she stared at you. it caused your legs to turn to jelly, rendering you practically useless in your girlfriend's arms. you weren’t entirely sure what was happening, but it sent a wave of excitement through your veins.

“we’re going to the zoo with you, we’re going to have fun, and we’re going to have a good day.” jj shot emily a ‘we need to talk about this’ glance before continuing. “go get dressed and ready for the day, we’ll finish our breakfasts and go enjoy the zoo.” she gave you a pointed look. “capeesh?”

all you could do was nod, your eyes widening in… whatever this feeling was that you were feeling.

“words, y/n.”

“y-yes.” you swallowed. “okay.”

jj smiled, switching back to her normal self and placing a kiss on your lips. “thank you for breakfast, by the way. it smells delicious.”

you shyly smiled back. “i wanted you to be in a good mood before i asked you to go to the zoo.”

emily pulled you in for a hug. “you never have to do anything for us to be in a good mood around you. we-” she paused. “there’s nothing you could do to put us in a foul mood.”

“are you sure?”

“we’re sure. now go get ready, lovey, we’ll be up in a little bit when we finish our breakfast.” it was emily’s turn to kiss you. “don’t forget your meds.”

“oh shit, my meds!”

emily and jj watched you run out of the room, both of the older women chuckling. emily wrapped her arms around jj, placing her head on her shoulder.

“we’re going to need to work on talking about feelings, huh?”

jj nodded. “it seems like it.”

“would it be too much to castrate the exes who hurt them?”

“uh… yes? we’re not castrating anyone.” jj lightly slapped emily’s arm. “go finish your bacon, we have places to be.”

“we do need to have a serious talk with them about it, at some point.”

“yeah,” jj agreed. “lets just… they need to know we’re here for them. let’s focus on them the rest of the week and go from there.”

emily nodded. “we’ll go from there.”

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