#like i'm still fucking speechless it felt So Off I don't think i can quite explain like. The Dread.

[mondaymelon]

— "𝘁-𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀?" ♥

:feat~ albedo, kaeya, zhongli, childe, ayato, thoma, alhaitham, kaveh x gn!reader:

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"...That... That was your first kiss?"

As ALBEDO pulls away, gaze hazy as the slightest red blazes across his face, his voice comes out as more of a whisper. He touches two gloved fingers to his lips, letting them linger there, before glancing up at you, a mix of confusion in his flushed expression.

"Ah, how peculiar... how could that be?" It's as if he's in a trance. He surely hasn't felt these emotions before, and everything seems all too... new. Like he's been submerged headfirst into a world that he never knew existed.

But your touch was warm, and with you, he'd be okay with anything.

"'Bedo, what do you mean by that?" You tilt your head, still feeling the remaining sensations of his lips against yours.

Suddenly, the male seems to grow even more bashful - a side to him that most never came close to seeing... after all, as the renowned Chief Alchemist would surely never be caught like this. Flushed cheeks, hitched breathing... yes, never.

Things just seemed to change for you, whether he liked it or not.

"Well..." He starts off louder than intended, and his voice grows softer almost instantly. "I just thought you were quite popular in Mondstadt, so..." His words grow even fainter as he ducks his gaze. "I thought you'd have experience with past lovers."

You almost laugh at the notion, shaking your head as you smile at the male. "Nono, 'Bedo. This was my first, with you."

Those last two words almost seem to make the male melt as his expression grows affectionate.

"Yes, dearest. You were my first, and you will be my only." ♥

"Ohoh, your first kiss?"

You can tell from the lilt in KAEYA's smooth voice that you've caught his interest. His hands are still behind your head, hopelessly entangled within your hair, since he'd been kissing none other than you so affectionately only seconds before. "Then, just now…" A smirk makes its way upon his lips. "I was your first, hm?"

When you meekly nod in response, he draws in a shallow breath, seeming to revel at the idea. You can see the twinkle that's found its way into his eyes as he stares at you with something different in his expression.

The silence is finally broken as he speaks again. "Dove, I couldn't-" He takes a moment to pause, swallowing. "I didn't think that..." For once, the man seems speechless, completely, utterly, speechless.

So he opts to the one thing he does know, leaning forward as he moves his lips to yours. And once he starts, he doesn't stop, relentlessly stealing your breath away.

It takes him quite a while to pull away, and when he does, his face is flushed, neat hair disheveled. "Fuck." And even though he's a mess right now, all his gaze is fixated on you.

"As your first, I'm special to you, right?"

His words come to sort of a surprise, was he still lingering on what you had admitted minutes ago? But all the same, you nod your head, smiling at the male. "Of course, Kae."

The use of his nickname nearly sends his head spiraling, but he manages to stay composed - as composed as he needed, anyhow.

He takes your hands in his, his skin slightly cool to the touch as he clasps both of them over his chest with an air of satisfaction.

"And just because I'm your first, don't think I'll be leaving you for anything." ♥

"Have you never engaged in such romances before?"

The way ZHONGLI speaks to you sounds like he's quite confused - and you'd be correct. He is, because how could it be that someone as lovely and flawless as you have never had a lover?

It didn't make sense, even for someone with a millennia of life's experiences.

Still, upon your confession, a part of him has been stirred. Could it be that you were waiting for your true lover to appear, so that you would be able to dedicate yourself to them with all of you? It was a traditional way of thinking, no doubt, but Zhongli was, and is, a traditional man.

Your first kiss... was all his?

The thought of such... a luxury sends the man's head into a flurry. Was it true? Of course it was, you would never lie to him - yet still a part of him held doubt, not because you might not be telling the truth, but because was someone as imperfect as him really to be the one to share such an intimate moment with you? As the very first?

Even as a god, Zhongli, or Morax, has his fair share of regrets - situations he could've changed, loved ones he could have saved.

Ah, but with the way he's feeling now, the way his heart thumps, the way his lips still hold the lingering feeling of you, and the way his face can only burn...

"It is my honor, love. Not to worry, we will most certainly have more opportunities to do the same in the future." ♥

"Wait, wait, wait. Are you being serious?"

It's almost laughable the way CHILDE instantly seems to brighten. You're pressed into his body, yet his grip on you only tightens, as if he's afraid to let go. When he speaks again, excitement in his tone only growing, there's also something else in his voice that you can't exactly interpret. "Then, your first kiss was with me??"

He believes you, but he wants to hear the words again, just to affirm himself. To hear them come from your very lips, for you to admit such a thing... his features grow more joyful by the second.

"Yes." You tilt your head to the side, rather quizzically. You aren't able to comprehend why he's so thrilled, but happy all the same. The way Childe smiles, not like the fake facade he wears like a mask, but his true smile. The one that forces his lips into a grin, the one that almost seems to make his deep eyes sparkle.

Maybe you were imagining things, yet still, his smile meant all that much.

The male makes a sound that's in between a gasp and a laugh, his boyish tone filtering into his voice unknowingly. Quickly, softly, so subtle you don't realize it at first, you find that his arms have found their way around your waist, hugging you closer to his frame.

To be in his arms, all of it. It feels perfect.

There's the sensation of something - Childe's fingers under your chin as he tilts it up, staring into your eyes with an unimaginable adoration under his.

"That may have been only your first kiss, but don't think you'll last a day without receiving another one from me!" ♥

"Know that if you are telling lies, you will be punished for desecration."

However, it's easy to tell from AYATO's jesting tone that he's merely joking - from the upturned corners of his lips to the way his eyes seem to glimmer, all of these signs are small hints you've learned to memorize in order to read his usual hindered expression.

After all, commissioner Kamisato Ayato is expected to wear such masks, and that is what he does.

"Ah, perhaps you'll confess to your crime if I do this?" His smooth voice brushes past your ear as he leans into you, whispering just shy of your face. Then, he bridges the mere centimeters between the two of you, meeting his lips against yours for the second time that night. He was warm, yet his touch was cool - all of it, the rush of emotion and expression, sent your heart aflutter with every second that passed.

As he moves away, a serene smile graces his lips upon seeing your flushed expression, while on the other hand, he merely seemed unfazed. "Ahah, so it was true."

His quiet laugh does wonders to your heart, regardless of the situation. Soon, you feel something else - the graze of his gloved hand, one finger running across your chin as he stares at you, gaze unwavering.

"You chose me, and I'll make sure you don't regret it." ♥

"Y-Your first kiss... with me... ah-"

And just like that, you've turned THOMA into even more of a stuttering, blushing mess than he was merely moments before he had pulled away from his first kiss with you. You can tell he's overwhelmed, by the way he grasps at your arm for support, almost like he's going to tip and fall over if he doesn't. His skin is warm to the touch, but it's always been that way.

When he finally manages to steady himself and speak, his voice is faint, barely reaching your ears. "Me, of all people...? You... You're truly too kind..."

And you can tell, from the way he gazes at you after he speaks those words, that he truly means it.

"Thoma, what do you mean by that? Of course I'd choose you, if not, who else?" You beam at him, smiling, and you can see the male perk up, almost like a puppy of sorts.

It was endearing, the way he adored you so innocently.

Ah, but he'd always been like this. Loyal, someone who'd always put you first, who valued your life over his own. You swear you can see his forest eyes glistening, threatening to tear up. "Love, what did I ever do to deserve you?"

"I love you, Thoma, and it's as simple as that."

And just like that, you've managed to capture his heart once more, a heart that you had already taken. He finds his place in your arms, leaning his head against your body with a smile, his own warmth merging with yours. He doesn't need to answer, doesn't need to say a word. The way his eyes sparkle with such unbridled infatuation is enough to confirm it.

"I love you, and that will never change." ♥

"I expected as much."

"...What?" ALHAITHAM's answer is one that's caught you off guard, despite all the other surprising occurrences that had happened that night, mainly how his lips had met yours. While it was over in the span of seconds, that moment seemed to have stretched out for an eternity.

Ah, but then you glance up, and something in your mind clicks. Maybe it's about the way he's gazing at you with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, or the way his multicolored eyes glimmer. He's amused, and it's you who is the entertainment.

So you repeat your question. "What do you mean by that, Haitham?" You hadn't meant to sound so accusing, but it slips into your tone - the confusion, and perhaps the slightest shred of annoyance.

"Hm, should I leave it up to you to interpret?"

"..."

"Honestly, all I meant was that you seemed to be someone... inexperienced."

"...Elaborate?"

"Must I say more? You're a terrible kisser, that's what." A playful smile, graces his lips for the briefest moment. "But it's not a problem, hardly one at all. In fact, I enjoyed it." The male being so upfront about his feelings was a strange sight to behold.

"Hm, should I show you what a proper kiss looks like then?" And just like that, without waiting for an answer, he leans forward, hands roaming, one behind your chin and one behind your head, tilting you forward as his face meets yours, warmth spreading across your body like wildfire. Sudden, yes, but not unwelcome by any means.

You almost feel disheartened when he pulls away, breaths labored as he smirks. "Not much better, however..."

"I'm sure we'll have many more opportunities in the future." ♥

"...Darling, you have to stop me from falling in love with you all over again."

And KAVEH wouldn't be wrong - he's desperate. Because archons, every part of you, every small aspect of your being just sends him more and more deep into this hole he's dug for himself. Every time you laugh, he can hear his heart rate picking up, his face growing red. It's obvious when he's in love, both to him, and to the people around him.

He was already so hopelessly enraptured with you, yet every day, he could only feel himself grow more and more infatuated. It was something impossible to control, and perhaps that was why he chased it so much - the feeling of loving you.

You can only laugh at his words. "Aw Kaveh, that's too bad, isn't it?"

"Quite terrible indeed." Now he's laughing too, and not the quiet kind - the kind where he's nearly doubled over, one hand on your shoulders as he practically beams. "Now come on," he cups one hand around your cheek, smiling with a certain light in his eyes. "We can't just kiss once and call it a day, can we?"

"No Kaveh, we can't."

The warmth he feels with you is unlike anything else. Incomparable, perfect.

"You make it too easy to love you, darling." ♥

(a/n) i shouldnt have written so many characters the regret is very real but hey ive done it like the madlad i am adjosilkvsdv

[hencheri]

Mark and cock warming. Maybe he slaps the reader 🫶🏾

18+. mdni.

hard dom!mark :(

.

mark doesn't fuck slow and steady. he fucks like he can never get enough — fucks like his dick is going to fall off. it never ends without a mess either, whether it's his cum everywhere on your body or the bottom half of his face covered in your arousal, there's always a mess.

but there are those days where mark wants to be intimate, where he needs you as close to him as possible. sometimes he's very tired and he just needs to relax with some cuddles — and in mark's book, cuddling means cock warming.

he swears he doesn't have any dirty intentions, but he's still rock hard just at the thought of having your walls tightly hugging his cock (though, to his defence, he has to be hard to slide inside of you).

so you reluctantly agreed, letting him play with your pussy a little bit to get you wet enough for him. your back is facing him, his pelvis totally flushed against your ass with his arms wrapped around your waist.

surprisingly, mark is very silent, and you're the one who's bothered, face burning hot and teeth sinking into your bottom lip. his cheek is laid on your shoulder, eyes closed, listening to your breathing that is clearly irregular.

you shift a little, creating some friction and getting mark out of his slumber.

he tightly grips your hips, pulling you back on his cock. "stop squirming around," he groans, his breath hitting your uncovered neck, making you shiver slightly.

"sorry..." you mumble back in response, feeling a little embarrassed for not being able to just relax. how is he so calm with your pussy around him? he'd be pounding you down onto the mattress by now.

and just thinking about that has you clenching around mark involuntarily. he definitely felt that.

"baby." he warns you, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips, so, so close to your crotch.

you clench again, and he doesn't like that.

"what did i tell you?" he growls, delivering a sharp slap to your pussy, making you flinch out of surprise.

he takes a hold of your jaw, turning your face to the side so he can look you in the eye. you're speechless, only gulping down as mark looks really pissed off.

"you speak when talked to," he says through gritted teeth, glaring at you with angry eyes, eyebrows frowned. he presses down on your cheeks, and you wince out of pain, forcing your mouth open. "i'm not repeating myself ... what did i tell you?"

"to- to not move!" you say, trying to wiggle your face out of his painful hold, but mark follows your movement, steadying your head in place.

"why are you being a little brat? d'you always need me to dick you down?" he asks, his hand still remaining on your hips inching closer to your heat, nails sinking into your soft skin. "can't think straight with a cock in your stupid, little pussy, huh?"

that's rich coming from him when he's fucking you every chance he gets, but you won't comment on that if you don't want to be in more troubles.

"n-no," you manage to croak out, but it sounds a little sloppy due to your strained neck and mark's hand around your face.

"what was that?"

you inhale, taking in your breath, "no, i can't think straight, so you better fuck some sense into me."

and he chuckles right in your face, the corner of his mouth lifting up into a grin. he eyes you down, looking at your lips before going back up to your eyes.

"want it that bad, huh? little slut."

and he finally pushes you onto your stomach, holding your head down against the pillows. he immediately starts moving his hips back and forth, hard cock sliding between your walls, hitting all the right places that make you scream his name.

he spanks your ass, too, the sound of his skin hitting yours echoing in the room. mark doesn't go easy on you, and he doesn't hold back either, especially not since you quite literally asked him to fuck some sense into you. which he will gladly do.

[explosionkatsu]

“Age doesn't matter,” 21

Dad!Bakugo x F!Babysitter!Teacher!Reader

PART 20

"Fucking rain." Katsuki cursed out and we watched the traffic in front of him while accusing the rain.

Why does it have to rain this hard on this day? It seems like even nature is against him which pisses him more.

Minutes had gone by and the vehicles were barely moving. This is causing Katsuki to lose his patience.

Without a beat, he took a U-turn and headed straight to where he could temporarily park his car. He can just call his assistant to pick it up for him. He'll just pay additional. With that, he left his car parked in front of a restaurant and just left.

Rain is one of his quirk's weaknesses. Fuck, he hates the rain. Which means he can't fly. That leaves him no choice but to walk just to get to you. So he did.

...

The news didn't mention it will shower tonight. Which is why you don't sometimes believe the weather forecasts. On the other hand, the sound of the pitter-patter of the rain hitting against your roof relaxes you for some reason. It gives you this feeling of peace despite the downpour it may cause.

Sitting alone on your sofa, holding a hot cup of tea, snuggling into your blanket while watching TV, this is what you always wanted. Boy, you were glad you finished your job.

Someone had to ruin it, of course. A loud knock jolted you from your comfort.

This made your eye twitch.

'Who could this be?' you thought to yourself as you placed your cup on the center table and untangled yourself from your comfortable blanket which seemed to be calling you.

The stranger once again knocked on your door. More louder this time.

"Yes, yes. I'm coming." You said and swung your door open.

Your anger suddenly evaporated once you saw who it was.

"Bakugo!" You shriek. "Jesus! Let me get you a towel!" Immediately, you took off to your room, leaving your entrance wide open for him to come in. "What has gotten into you? Do you want to get sick?" Y/n said.

You were worried okay?

Y/n didn't even let him talk since she draped the towel on him and unconsciously helped him dry himself.

"I swear, Bakugo. You'll be the death of me." Y/n muttered focused on her task.

Meanwhile, Katsuki didn't say a word. He didn't know what to say. Heck, he didn't even expect you to do this to him.

He didn't know what to think anymore.

Slowly, he raises a hand and places it gently on your cheek, earning you to halt.

"Bakugo?..."

His next action took you off guard.

You can see him leaning down.

You can't move. You won't move. You don't want to move.

"Bakugo.." Y/n whispered before Katsuki fully placed his lips against hers.

His lips were cold but Y/n didn't care.

Her lips were trembling but Katsuki didn't care.

The kiss is slow and passionate as they both keep up with the momentum of their motion.

Katsuki stroked her cheek with his thumb and slid an arm around her waist trying to calm her fragile body from trembling.

He can feel her nervousness through her lips, the way they tremble as she tries and follow his lead.

Eventually, he felt you pulling back. Katsuki slowly pulled lips away but never planned to fully pull himself away from you.

You were still speechless as your brain processed what just happened.

"B-bakug-

"Katsuki."

You blinked.

"Call me Katsuki." You heard him say.

"K-katsuki..." You muttered looking straight at him. "I-i.."

"I wanted to apologize," Katsuki said. This is exactly what he came for.

And for something else.

"I- fuck." He cursed, making you giggle.

You can see how hard this is for him.

"Don't laugh at me." Katsuki scowled. "I'm fucking trying to apologize."

"I'm sorry. Please proceed." You giggled.

"Never mind." Katsuki tsked and pulled away from you.

You responded by giggling once again.

“Stop fucking giggling. This isn’t even funny.” Katsuki snarled at you.

“I just find this amusing, Katsuki.” You smiled. “And I forgive you. What you did was quite painful, but I know there’s a reason behind it.”

Katsuki couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How could you forgive him that easily? Even though you didn’t know his reasons, you were forgiving him.

You wanted to know the reason, of course. But right now, that incident was already in the past and it’s better to just move on. It did hurt you like hell, you were still confused. But you’re positive Katsuki will eventually explain himself to you when he’s ready.

“I’ll prepare a warm bath for you.” You said as you look at him. “I’ll try to look for something that would fit you.”

“You don’t have to.” Katsuki said and started drying his hair.

“I insist.” You spoke. “You can close the door behind you. We don’t want the cold breeze to come in.”

Not letting him respond, you then proceed to your bathroom where you cover the drain in your bathtub, switched the water heater on and let the water run until it fills the tub.

You are well aware that Katsuki would just stop you from doing this for him, so when you exited your bathroom, you ignore his voice, calling for you and just head straight to your room looking for your few oversized shirts and shorts.

No. This isn’t from your ex-lovers. You just find these kinds of clothing comfortable especially when its your lazy day.

‘This will do.’ You thought to yourself and went back downstairs.

“I guess this will fit you, Katsuki-“

You paused in the middle of your sentence when you made a mistake to look at him.

There he was completely topless, back facing you while seemingly trying to take his belt off.

Katsuki who heard your voice simply turn his head to look at you.

You were in daze.

“Like what you’re seeing?” He smirked when he saw your reaction.

PART 22

This is really short but I do hope you guys still like it. Thank you so much for waiting. 😘

[millerscoffee]

can i just say, wow. thank you? thank you again, thank you officially. from the bottom of my silly little heart, the community i've found here has been so welcoming and again i'm speechless with the mutuals and friends and love i've found here within a short amount of time. you all have been so welcoming to me – i really wasn't sure what i was doing when i made this blog and maybe still don't quite know. but it makes me happy that we've built a bond together. thank you so much, seriously. what the fuck? 💐 THIS IS FOR YOU

because of a milestone, i want to put requests open for small drabbles with these prompts i found from @glasswriter1 (thank you!)

this will last from august 27th - september 9th, 2023 and basically once one is assigned, i won't be writing another of the same prompt. i'll mark them off so you know! heeeere we go:

angsty prompts

“So this is it? This is where it all ends?”

“I can’t believe you’d do this to me.”

“Don’t come back for me.”

“I don’t think I can make this work with you anymore.”

“We could be together, but at what cost?”

“You knew this would break me,” X whispers. “That still didn’t keep you from doing it.”

“When you left, you took all my goodness away with you.”

“You want to do something for me? How about this?” X says. “Leave me the fuck alone and never come back.” (frankie morales x f!reader)

“I loved you so much and for what?”

“Please think this through. I’m willing to make this work between us,” X pleads. “Just one more chance, please.”

fluffy prompts

“Do you know how glad I am to have met you?”

“It’s crazy how everything makes much more sense when you say it.”

“Make me a playlist sometime, will you?” (frankie morales x f!reader)

“In another universe, we are not together, probably not even in the same country. And I’m glad that this isn’t that universe.”

“Do you know you mumble in your sleep?” X says. “It’s precious how it’s all either about stars, strawberries and rainbows or murder, arson and dictatorship. There’s no in between.”

“I never thought you’d agree to be with me of all people.”

“You make me want to be a better person.”

“My therapist asked me to make a list of all that I was grateful for. I don’t know but… every second bullet point is about you.”

friends to lovers prompts

“He/She/They can never give you what you deserve!” A says. “So who can?” B asks. “Can you?” “Yes.”

“All I can think about is kissing you when I shouldn’t,” A confesses. “You aren’t mine.” (steven grant x reader)

“I can’t tell you why I don’t want you sleeping with other people, I just know that I don’t.”

“I can never be just friends with you,” A speaks. “My heart would eat up my soul.”

“I look at you and see more than just my best friend. I see a hand I want to hold, secrets I want to protect, love I want to share,” B says. “I see my future.”

“I love you, I’m sorry.”

flirting prompts

Brushing hands under the table.

Stealing glances.

Blushing whenever the other laughs/smiles.

"Last night I fell asleep thinking about how you said you liked my dimples. I can confirm it was the best sleep I've had in ages."

Finding dumb excuses to hold each other's hand

"They should do a census count of all the cute people in the nation and you'd top the list."

Resting one's head on the other's shoulder while traveling together

Consciously staying close to each other in a room full of people lightly touching the other's face, brushing away a lock of hair, fixing their earring.

misc. dialogue prompts

"You look better in my clothes." (joel miller x f!reader)

"I don't think I'll ever get used to waking up next to you."

"If there's a god, I think they have your face."

"You make me want to be better."

"As long as I still know that you'll be around, I'm gonna be fine."

"Whoever has a problem with us can come fight me."

"I can't believe you fell asleep on top of me again."

"I've never felt better than I do when we're close."

"For the longest time, I believed that love was a myth. Then you came along and proved to me that myths can sometimes be real too."

"You're such a pain in my ass both literally and metaphorically."

smutty prompts (thank you @eloquentmoon!) – rating: 18+ MDNI

“Let me see those eyes.” (frankie morales x f!reader)

“Please kiss me.”

“Louder. Let me hear you.” (santiago garcia x f!reader)

“Do you want my fingers?” (joel miller x f!reader)

“Hands behind your back.”

“Swallow.”

“Breathe through your nose.” (joel miller x reader)

“Don’t hold back.”

“I want you to ruin me.” (javier peña x f!reader)

“Touch me there. Right there.” (jonathan levy x f!reader)

again, these will just be around 200-800 words (give or take idk). i typically write for joel miller, frankie morales, and javier peña, santiago garcia (hi oscar isaac fans) – but i don't mind branching out for these! din djarin, anyone? i also want to branch out into the oscar isaac cinematic universe (tehe), so steven grant, marc spector, jonathan levy, more santiago garcia. most of all, i want to make you lovers happy – i'm more than willing to try new characters for this! but please keep in mind, i do not write celebrities.

I FUCKING LOVE YOU LOT, thank you again. i'll never say thank you enough. ♡♡♡

[jaybird-fanfics]

Burnt Out: Chapter Two

A week had passed since then, and every day that same man would come visit you. You learned his name was Ryuji. He'd give you some cash, some food, keep you company for a while. You were slowly warming up to him, he seemed like a decent enough man. The last night he left you would be a particularly bad night. He warned you about the bad weather coming in and offered one more time for you to come with him to his place. But you weren't sure yet, so you declined. But your answer would change when it began to rain. This rain was more like a damn monsoon. You couldn't take it. You hurried to the nearest phone booth and called Ryuji. He was there as quickly as he could be. He hurried you to his car and drove off.

He lived in a very lavish home, you knew he had money, but you didn't think it was like this. He invited you in, and let you clean yourself up in the shower before joining him in the living room. "Comfortable?" He asks. You nod while moving strand of your still wet hair out of your face. "Good, good." Ryuji smiles. "Now, I wanted to talk to you about a few things." He starts. "I know you don't want to go back to living on the streets. Especially on nights like this, right?"

"I don't have a choice." You tell him. "Oh? But you do." Ryuji says. "I know a place that is hiring, and you'd be perfect for the job." You look to him. "Really?" You ask. "Yes, and I can get you that job real quick. In the morning, I'm taking you to get some clothes and to a salon. Sound good?"

"Why are you doing all this?" You ask him. Ryuji's smile grows. "I live to help people. I couldn't bare the though of you dying in those streets all alone. Not when I could do something to help." You wanted to question him more, but you were exhausted. "Come on." Ryuji leads you to the guest bedroom. "You can stay here for as long as you need." You walk into the bedroom and crawl onto the bed. You thank him before exhaustion took over completely and you fell asleep.

In the morning, Ryuji kept his word and took you to the salon and bought some clothes for you. You were starting to look like your old self again. You felt like a brand new person. When you got back, Ryuji had ordered dinner for the both of you. You had a roof over your head, good meals, new clothes and you were going to start a new with that job Ryuji got for you. It was all so perfect.

"Ryuji, I don't know how I could thank you for all of this." You say with a smile. Ryuji looks up from his plate, he grins. "I know a way." He stands from his seat and walks over to you. He places his hand on your shoulder. "I've spent quite a lot on you." He starts. "That trip to the salon, those clothes, the food. None of it's cheap you know?" You felt his grip on your shoulder tighten slightly. "So, you could thank me by, oh I don't know...paying me back?" You blink, speechless. "Pay you back?" You ask. "That's right." Ryuji nods. Was he serious?

"But, I don't...I don't have any money." You tell him. "Oh I know. That's what this new job is for." He says. "It's going to help you pay back every cent you owe."

"Wait a minute." You start. "I thought you were doing this to help me? You never said anything about me having to pay you back before!" Ryuji chuckles. "Oh I am helping you. I helped you off those streets, didn't I? And you're the one who wants to thank me, right? Then this is how you can do it." Before you could argue further he speaks again. "Oh and, you start your first day on the job tonight."

"Where am I working?" You ask him. "Ironically enough, you'll be working the street corners." He laughed. Your heart dropped at his insinuation. "You mean...You want me to be a..."

"A hooker? Yeah, something like that." You angrily push his hand off of your shoulder before storming towards his door. "Fuck that, and fuck you!" You yell before reaching for the door handle. However, Ryuji beat you to it. He grabbed your wrist and slammed you against the door, his hand wrapped around your neck. You let out a coked gasp as you try to wriggle out of his clutch.

"Now listen here." Ryuji's once kind demeanor was long gone, now replaced with something much darker. "I take time out of my busy schedule for you, offer you a place to stay, buy you nice clothes, feed you, and even give you a chance to make some money...and you're going to just storm out on me like that? No, no you don't get to do that. You don't get to take my kindness for granted." His hold on your throat tightens. You felt tears prick at your eyes as you desperately try to take a breath. "Now, you're going to be a good girl and do what you're told. Otherwise, I'll have to get a little mean. Got it?"

You try your best to nod. He finally lets go, you fall to your knees wheezing and coughing, trying to suck in as much air as you can. "Good. Then I think we understand each other. I want that money by the end of the month. Now pull yourself together, you got work to do."

That was two years ago. Ever since then you've worked as a prostitute for Ryuji. And about the money you owe him, the first go around you weren't able to pay him back. So, he increased it, much to your dismay. And he's been increasing it ever since, it's only becoming harder and harder to pay off your debt. You've almost given up entirely. Two years, and you still haven't been able to escape. And escape you've tried. But you never got far. Somehow, someway, Ryuji, or his men, would always find you and bring you back. Where you were met with harsh punishments.

It didn't make paying Ryuji back any easier when you needed to buy things for yourself. Like clothes, hygienic products, and food. Ryuji actually bought you a phone, and of course, he expected you pay that off as well. He'd call you every so often to check in with you, especially after trying to leave so many times. He also got you a room in an apartment, and yes, he expected rent every month as well.

Tonight, you were working late. Your last "costumer" left you in a bad mood. You'd get rude people sometimes who would pay you less than what you actually worked for. You didn't want to see anyone else, but you were short some and needed more money to give to Ryuji. You sighed heavily before taking a long drag of your cigarette. Your head fell back against the hard brick wall you were leaning against and closed your eyes. That's when you heard a deep voice speak to you.

"Hey. You all alone?"

You open your eyes and look over to the source of the voice. The person standing across from you, was a man. A tall, heavily scarred man. You raise an eyebrow at his question. "Am I all alone?" You repeat. "What kind of fucking question is that you creep?" Your hand slipped down to your skirt pocket. You always kept something on you when you worked. A small knife, pepper spray, stuff like that. You couldn't fight very well, but you weren't going down without a fight. That's for damn sure.

"Heh, sorry. Yeah, that sounded weird. But I'm sure you're use to creeps like me right?" He stepped closer. You narrowed your eyes. "So...what? You just gonna stand there looking freaky, or are you going to take me back to your place?" You say as you cross your arms. The man smirked. "Maybe." He grew closer. "You take villains like me?" You roll your eyes. "As long as I'm getting paid, I don't give a fuck who you are or what you're about. Now you're wasting my time, either get on with it or get lost."

The man was right in front of you now. "I could hurt you. Kill you even. You aren't scared?" You look up at him with a bored expression. "You'll be doing me a favor. Now you got money or what?" The man laughed. "Sure. Afraid I don't have the nicest of places though. Does that bother you?"

"Like I said, as long as I'm getting paid." You tell him. The man shrugs before leading you off. You flick your cigarette away as you follow. For some reason, you had the feeling that this was going to be a long night.

[yoongi-d]

champagne problems

you had a speech, you're speechless

love slipped beyond your reaches

and I couldn't give a reason

...

characters: reader, jeon junkook, kim namjoon, min yoongi

content: fluff, angst, hints of betrayal

part I

you're pretty sure you've never seen such confusion on his face as he leans over to, quite obviously, initiate a kiss and you sits up abruptly, as if electrocuted.

"y/n, what's-"

you look down and meet his gaze immediately, shaking your head and soundlessly repeating 'no, no way, no'. this time, jungkook has already sat up, with a put-together look on his face. something serious is going on and he hates situations like these, but does it out of love and understanding for his...

for his y/n.

for his best friend.

for you.

for whatever reason, he still puts up with you.

"what's wrong?" he urges you to answer again.

"jungkook, i can't do that to you again. if i let you kiss me or attempt any sort of intimacy, i'm going to lose my shit-"

"y/n, what the fuck are you-"

"i can't, jungkook! i need you to finally treat me as a friend, from now onward. literally, i-" you shift into a more comfortable position, this time facing him directly, "i have done things i shouldn't even have thought of doing. and my bad decisions included you. you're my best friend, i can't let you suffer because of me anymore. so please," you take a deep breath, "try to let this go. however strong your feelings for me are, please allow them to...i don't know, disappear. because both of us will get hurt if we don't get our shit together."

he stares at you blankly (at least he doesn't look as confused anymore) and you can notice his heart has stopped beating as fast anymore. it's okay. everything's okay. you didn't upset him. he's not upset-

"did i upset you? was i too harsh? i swear i didn't mean to, it's just..." you blurt out, eager to get at least some kind of response from him.

"no, it's fine. i mean, i totally get where you're coming from. and i'll treat you as a friend only, if that's what will make you feel safe around me."

you nod, giving him a small smile, before lifting up your arm for a fist bump. he returns it.

and you're happy. you don't feel empty, you feel relieved. you're breathing more easily than before. and god bless virgo males, you love this guy to death. even if you can't have each other in the way that would make you even happier.

you're happy to have him by your side.

part II

mornings with namjoon have become anything but what they used to be. you remember preparing breakfast, him hugging you from behind, humming soft melodies as you're still in that sleepy haze after just waking up.

it's not like that anymore.

now you sit in silence, him on his laptop, doing whatever he can to distract himself from the silence that makes so many things all too obvious.

it's obvious you're drifting away from each other. it's obvious you're holding onto whatever once was. it's not there anymore. whatever it is that the two of you share now...it's anything but love and affection. more like a habit. and you've never felt more uncomfortable in his presence.

it used to be nice. lovely. fun. it used to be promising. you used to be able to imagine a future with him - where did all of it go?

as you grip your mug, coffee gone cold, he closes his laptop and looks up at you.

"y/n, what are you thinking about?"

not 'babe', not 'honey', but 'y/n'.

he normally doesn't call you by your name, although it still spills from his mouth so beautifully, only this time it sounds like a sad melody.

"nothing. i'm still sleepy. it's nothing."

he hums, leaning back, not taking his eyes off you. "you came home last night and went straight to bed, y/n. you normally work until you can't see strraight anymore, and you're never this quiet or...absent, i guess. i feel like you're not telling me something."

"no, namjoon, i-," you begin to say, but he interrupts, waving his hand as if to dismiss the topic.

"whatever it is, you can always talk to me. you don't have to handle stuff on your own."

it breaks your heart, being unable to tell him the truth. the truth is, you don't feel at home with him anymore. you have a past together, yes, and you don't see a future with him anymore, but the present is what pains you the most.

it's unfair, you think, how you let yourself slip out of love with him and into loving another person. it's safe to say you don't love him like you used to. and you pray to god that he feels the same, because how else are you supposed to say goodbye? are you even ready for that?

"can i hug you?" you blurt out, not knowing what else to say. you need some kind of comfort, anything to make you feel like nothing has changed, that all of this is only a bump in the road.

but you know it's not. it's much bigger than that.

as he walks over to you, embracing you from behind, you feel like the most disgusting piece of shit you've ever known. he doesn't deserve this. any of this.

he doesn't deserve you ignoring him, he doesn't deserve you pretending you love him like you used to, he doesn't deserve you lying to him about where you'd been all night, and saying you were out with friends.

if only he knew you've been spending all that time falling in love with someone else. you nearly cry remembering that you're not only actively cheating on him, but you're cheating on him with your best friend, your mutual friend, one of the people he trusts the most.

it doesn't matter that you ended...whatever it is you had going on with jungkook, last night. it won't erase what you've done. you can't even call it a mistake anymore, when you're all to aware that you don't love namjoon anymore, not like you used to.

if only you had the guts to let him know how you feel.

but you keep quiet. you know the time to say goodbye is approaching with every single second, but you don't have it in you to verbalize what has to be said.

you wonder if he knows - something, anything. you wonder if he can sense that something is off, off to the point of no return to the way things once were.

and you feel like an even bigger piece of shit for wasting his time when he deserves to be loved by someone better than you.

yet, you still say nothing. how do you even brace yourself for the inevitable goodbye? what happens after that? you don't dare imagine the aftermath.

so you keep quiet, convincing yourself it's only for a little longer. you know you will eventually have to let him go, it's just a matter of time. and it's ticking away, so loudly you can't pay attention to anything else.

just a little longer, you say to yourself.

part III

you're not sure when exactly you began dreading waking up next to namjoon, seeing his face and hearing his voice first thing in the morning. it used to bring you so much joy, something you used to look forward to each time you went to bed.

when did it stop exciting you, and when did you begin to dread his loving smile? it can't be fair, being loved by someone you used to love back, and not having the guts or...decency, to let them know you don't feel the same anymore.

perhaps you keep delaying that conversation because you have no idea what comes after. you'd break up, that's for sure, but the damage both of you would suffer is something you'd like to avoid at all costs.

the worst thing, you realize, is that you're - by all means - able to love, and are in love, just not with the right person. you can't pinpoint the moment where you fell out of love with namjoon and in love with jungkook. the transition was very slow, and perhaps it's possible that, at some point, you loved both of them equally.

but now?

you're stuck in a relationship with a man who adores you, while you spend your free time adoring another man. you feel nothing but disappointment towards yourself, and one could even say you feel a bit disgusted by the fact that you have the guts to cheat, but not set him free. you can't even admit to him that you don't love him the way you used to. how come you're not afraid of him finding out about jungkook, but afraid how he'll react to your confession? it's almost like you'd rather have someone else do the talking for you, while you go crawl in a hole and hide away from the rest of the world.

and what do you even do about jungkook? he's been your best friend since forever, and unfortunately, you happened to prove the notion that there's no such thing as friendship between a girl and a guy. perhaps it's possible, just not in your case. or maybe you were never supposed to be friends in the first place, but lovers instead. perhaps you weren't meant to be with namjoon, ever, and have jungkook as your partner of three years.

you can't stop the thoughts running through your head, questioning everything and ending up disgusted by your actions, thoughs and feelings with each passing moment. if only you could ditch being yourself for a moment, escape the situation you've found yourself in, but there's no such thing and you realize you're being way too selfish, feeling sorry for yourself when you're the one who deserves pity the least.

you don't deserve it at all.

you knew what you were doing when you first realized you had feelings for jungkook that you, as a friend, shouldn't be having. you knew what you were doing when you first accepted the fact that he felt the same. you knew what you were doing when you acted upon those feelings. you both knew what you were doing. but there's no use shifting the blame onto him, when he's got less mess to deal with than you do. he's not the one in a - now one-sided - relationship of three years that's nearing its end. he's not the one who's about to break the heart of the person who loves them so dearly, without any doubt that the love is reciprocated. he's not the one who's going to have to pick up the pieces of a broken heart that did nothing to deserve what you're about to put namjoon through.

and you wish, more than ever, that you were better with words, as you try and think of a way to let him know that what you've had has come to an end. it doesn't feel fair that he gets to be the last one to find out, and the one to receive the most damage. you feel like a piece of shit for what you've already done, and for the fact that he has yet to find out.

if only you could skip the bit about being in love with someone else. if only he were stupid enough to believe that there was no third party involved, when he's been noticing, with each day, how much time you spend away from him, as compared to before. he's not stupid, he's smarter than you, and he will catch on sooner or later. sooner or later - you don't know which is worse. you pray to god that he ends up hating you more than he ends up hating jungkook - he's betrayed him as well, after all. you're not alone in this.

if only you could pick up a pen and a piece of paper and write down everything you're feeling, but you can't, because you're too ashamed to admit what you feel and do at every given moment. you hate yourself for the audacity to feel anything at all. you don't deserve to feel sad, you made your own bed you now get to lay in. you made it for yourself, not namjoon. he doesn't deserve to be the victim of your inability to stay faithful and not be a piece of shit to someone who loves you to pieces.

but there is no other option than letting him know, sooner or later.

and the sooner, the better. because you can't be so cruel as to waste another day of his life letting him believe everything's okay, when it's not.

so you pick up your phone, and dial his number. you're about to let him know that it's over. you have no idea how you're going to do it, but you don't deserve any more time than you've already wasted.

[call-sign-shark]

Brummie! You've listened to the song on repeat, I can't believe it. It strengthened the atmosphere and enhanced emotions right? I love reading with background soundtracks. If you liked the experience I'll think about adding the song I've been listening to write for the next chapters. To begin with, I am so glad you picked up the very first scene of Heaven stepping out of the train with Kaiser because she's quite an unusual view for Small Heath, hence I wanted to insist on the contrast with people looking at her. Their certainly a great duo, but it's mainly thanks to our wonderful guardian Kaiser!

I giggled when imagining poor Arthur running everywhere and threatening everyone. Honestly, I can understand his reaction: he told his wife to stay safe and, suddenly, he receives a letter that basically says "fuck you I'm coming". He was in total panic. 🤣 But fortunately John was here to drive her home safely. Talking about these two young idiots, aren't they adorable? I'm glad I can fangirl over the twirling scene because I found it so cute when I wrote it. This is so John-coded in my opinion. So touched that my prose managed to catch you in the story each time. This is the best thing an author can read. 🖤

But despite the fluff, I didn't completely trick you, right? Because you felt that something was off in their last exchange. In my opinion, you have perfectly described what happens here: she instinctively engraves all the tiny details of his face, without really knowing why. About their relationship, I've always loved how you rooted for a platonic bond. Ultimately, I let readers have their own opinions because that's sooo interesting to read. But I really like yours.

Arthur shoving Michael right in the wall got me laughing too, I mean... I agree with both you and Arthur. That's so frustrating when you're walking behind someone slow as fuck 🙄But he just wanted his reunion with his sweet angel. Talking about this, I am delighted you liked the scene 'cause I wasn't satisfied with my descriptions. Their love is definitely electrifying and each time they touched, its as powerful as the first time -- you perfectly and poetically describe their dynamics I'm speechless. Eehh do they feel like family to you? Because now you got me teary. Seriously I can't thank you enough for the love you give to this little couple. 🥹 Still about their reunion, we could almost feel the kiss eh? That was what I call a burning kiss, with his hands touching and rubbing. That sounds super hot so I can only but agree with you. 🥴 (and Arthur's all blushing at the compliment now)

Now, let's talk about the worst part of this chapter... I am glad you managed to feel the eerie, almost fairy-tale-like atmosphere of the scene. Haute-Falaise is a kind of embodiment of the concept of melancholy: she's not even sure she wants to come back there, it's more like a longing for a home that cannot be retrieved anymore. The combination with the beautiful landscape and John's brutal death strengthens the sudden nature of the attack. Now, I am really for breaking your heart, honey. I am so surprised and moved by the fact I've managed to stir so many powerful emotions in you. I've never thought someone would care when I first started writing this series. As I wrote, I wanted this chapter to be more descriptive but I felt like the pace of John's death was quick and brutal, so sticking to a very raw and fast prose would be better. Also, the simple realisation that her best friend is dead is enough to be painful, I don't think writing an extended description of her feelings would have done the trick.

Thank you again, honey, I'm sending you love, hugs, and chocolate to you alright? I am proud that this chapter is your favorite because, really, I used to dislike it when I was working on it ugh. Thank you again, it means a lot, especially from such a good storyteller like you! 🖤

Heaven in Your Eyes || Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC

Summary: Disobeying Tommy's orders, you're back in Small Heath. Your rebellious attitude starts to really bother him but you don't care. All that matters is that you're reunited with Arthur and John, the two men of your lives. From then, nothing can go wrong. Nothing, right? -- Featuring John Shelby x Reader.

Words: 5.5k

TW: Extreme angst - read at your own risk, graphic depiction of violence, canonical violence, graphic depiction of murder, major character death, allusions to self-harm.

Notes:

✞ Theme song on repeat if you want to break your heart: HERE

✞ Quotes from the TV Shows are in bold and italics

✞ Heaven is OP's original character but written with the use of « you » (Moodboard here).

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The deafening howl of the train’s honk boomed in Small Heath’s station, quickly followed by a whistling sound. The steel giant had barely opened its heavy doors when the foul-smelling wind of the city rushed into the wagon and made you wrinkle your nose in disgust. It was not that you hated Small Heath strictly speaking, but the stark contrast between the industrial city and the green landscape of the forest in which you lived now was difficult to process. The sound of your stiletto soon clicked on the metallic steps as you got off the train, attracting people’s eyes to your tiny frame. Yet, you weren’t really sure if this sudden attention came from their sound, or rather the sight of your short black dress adorned with the most expensive white fur coat you had ever owned, and the gold choker necklace you wore, whose shape was one of a barbed wire wrapped around your neck. When your heels found the dirty concrete of the platform, a gargantuan hundred pounds Cane Corso with a spiked collar followed you closely, like a silent but off-putting bodyguard. He was your shadow, mimicking each of your movements and grazing your steps,  except if told otherwise. Loyal guardian, Kaiser was even more protective since Arthur left. Without minding the fascinated or curious stares that were looking at you, you walked out of the station with the dog’s leash in one of your small hands and a cigarette in the other.

“Mrs. Shelby? Here is your bag.” A man told you, all the while putting the said luggage at your feet. 

“Thanks, sir.” You replied with a brief polite smile, before stubbing your cigarette on the nearest wall and throwing it away. At first, you had been surprised by the care the staff provided you during the whole trip until you saw the glow of fear in their eyes as soon as they noticed your family name on the ticket.  She’s Arthur Shelby’s wife, you better be ready to help her with her stuff if you don’t want her husband to knock at your door and break your skull. That was what the ticket inspector told one of his colleagues when he met him in another wagon a few minutes after this frightful discovery. Waiting in front of the train station with a slight feeling of uneasiness, you swept your surrounding with your celeste blue eyes, whose coldness equaled the freezing English wind.  Looking around you in the hope of catching sight of a cab, your fingers absentmindedly brushed the almost imperceptible white burn scar on your wrist. The circle-shaped wound the cigarette had left on your skin had miraculously healed in a matter of days.

“Welcome home, little Angel.”  A familiar voice echoed right behind you. You turned around in one swift movement, and your freezing gaze turned into a child-like expression: John’s smile welcomed you, its charms so blinding that it made you momentarily forget about the dreadful feeling you carried in your soul. 

“John!” You exclaimed, unable to hold your joy any longer. Kaiser’s bark followed right after when he recognized who the man was. Without further ado, you rushed into him to pull him in a hug. Amused, John could not help but chuckle at such a vivid reaction before wrapping your body with his muscular arms and tightening his grip around you with the firm desire not to let you go, “What are you doing here?” You asked, looking at him. Your enlightened expression adorned your doll face and made your hypnotizing eyes shine with elation.

“That ain’t the right question, love. What are you doing here?” He teased you, raising one of his eyebrows, then stared right at your eyes. His tongue pushed the toothpick that was in his mouth from the right corner to the left before he went on, “When Arthur got your letter he told me about your arrival in Birmingham. Hell, he was so happy and terrified at the same time I thought that bastard was having an aneurysm. I’m the one who came at the train station ‘cause Arthur still has to make a few last-minute adjustments to welcome you here.”  As he talked, the young Shelby brother had freed one of his hands from your delicate body to pat the big Cane Corso’s head. The latter closed his eyes, mouth wide open and tongue hanging in bliss.

“A few adjustments?” You frowned.

“Like, threatening all the men of Small Heath not to even look at you, and dealing with Tommy’s reaction. He’s fuckin’ mad at you, eh.” 

Of course, he was — you could not expect less from Thomas Shelby. God, you barely arrived in town he already found a way to bother you, even if he was not here. At this stage, he had real talent. “You know what? Fuck Tommy. If he thought I’d be dumb enough to stay out of the plan while my husband and you risk your lives, well it’s his problem, not mine. And if Changretta’s men come to my door, I’ll put them in the dirt myself.” That being said, you waved off the topic, “But let’s not talk about Tommy, please” You concluded, then laid a soft kiss on his chin.  As your juicy lips crashed against his skin, John half-closed his eyelids and let out a soft exhale from his nostrils.

“Yeah, I bet you will,” He stated, referring to you possibly burying Changretta’s henchmen six feet deep. John enjoyed the physical contact for a few extra seconds, then he gently parted from you and closed his fingers around your wrist in a soft grip. You raised your gaze to him, surprised.

“Wait a minute. I just wanna check something before you get in my car.” His smile vanished, handing over to a very serious expression that kind of unsettled you.

“What‘s the problem?” Your smile followed his somewhere else. You didn’t know where, but what was sure was that it had left your face. 

Without the slightest warning, John raised your arm above your head and made you twirl one first time, “Would you look at you, little angel! What a stunning outfit!” He exclaimed, before spinning you again to admire your otherworldly beauty, “Oh my God, I’m in love. Last time we met you were barefoot in the grass like some kind of ethereal nymphet and here you come in the shape of a goddess, dressed like a queen?”  You suddenly chuckled at his unexpected reaction.

“Hey fuck you! You’ve scared me!” You nudged him in the ribs with your free arm, but it only made him laugh louder. 

“My little heart can’t resist that.” He winked at you, his grin stretching in an adorably annoying smile only he could do before making you twirl again. Sometimes, you wondered if Tommy and he were really brothers. He is so different from Arthur and John. You thought.

“John! Shut up, dumbass. Your little heart can’t resist girls in general — or more like your cock can’t resist girls.” You rolled your eyes, faking an annoyed pout which only resulted in John protectively wrapping your shoulders with one arm. 

“That’s my mean angel! Fuck I’ve missed you and your quick wit so bad. C’mon!” He said, grabbing your bag with his free hand before you started walking away. Kaiser ran and hopped inside the car a few seconds before you did.

The whole trip went well, casual conversations and joking with John had managed to alleviate the anger in your heart, which was far too focused on the driver’s joyful voice and stunning eyes. He talked to you about the kids, about his new house, and about some childhood stories. Surprisingly enough, each of his sentences had snatched a smirk from you despite the anxious situation in which the Shelbys were embedded. Nevertheless, your mind drifted away at some point and you stopped listening to him though. Not that he bothered you, but it was rather due to the fact that you lost yourself in the contemplation of the smallest details of his face. The adorable freckles, his little round ears, his pinchable cheeks… Everything about John Shelby made you feel at home. 

“Is that fine with you?” His voice suddenly popped your thoughts bubble.

“Hm?”

“I was saying that you’re going to live a few days at me house just the time for Arthur to secure Watery Lane properly. You’ll spend Christmas with me, Esme, and the kids.” He repeated, noticing he had been talking to himself for a little while.

“Ah,” You started, batting your Bambi lashes quickly to chase away your daydreams. That was all you could say, for you dive into your thoughts right again. A comforting silence fell between you. After a little while, John slightly bit the inner of his cheek and glanced at you. The truth was he had been hesitating on his next move for five solid minutes. No matter how goofy John Shelby could act, he was a sharp observant. Considering his ease at analyzing people, he naturally noticed the way your fingers nervously played with the fabric of your dress, indicating your inner turmoil. The young gangster slowly moved his hand towards you, still conflicted about what he was about to do — Was it appropriate? Were you going to slap him? He hoped not, for he didn’t want to crash the car on the side of the road and explain the reason behind the accident to Esme. But worst than facing his wife’s wrath was to offend you.

No, no he wouldn’t want you to hate him. Yet, John was not the kind of man to let the demons of his mind win. Acting first, and thinking after was a motto he often applied in real life. He briefly looked at you again, his sky-blue eyes meeting your aquamarine iris before they shifted their focus back on the road. The young Shelby brother finally gathered his courage and rested his warm and strong hand on your thighs. 

“Hey. Are you okay? You didn’t tell me what you think about living at me house.” 

“Oh yeah,” You slightly shook your head, “That’s fine with me John boy.” You finally said, punctuating your sentence by gently covering his hand with yours and, to his greatest surprise, your small and cold fingers clenched around him. The physical contact almost immediately sent a wave of comforting warmth into your soul. John’s lips stretched in a caring smile and he replied to your sweet gesture by turning his hand to intertwine your fingers together.

That was definitely fine with you, for you knew that as long as John was around, there was no place for the storm.

Only for the sun.

A sun as bright as his smile.

“Get the fuck off my way.” Arthur’s gruff voice thundered in the hallway, followed by a noisy thud and Michael’s flourishing insults.

“Piss off, Arthur!” 

The tall gangster had been so eager to rejoin his sweet angel after two awful weeks of loneliness that he had shoved Michael right into the nearest wall for the sole reason that he had been walking too slowly for Arthur’s tastes.  All the while walking through the corridor, he had thrown his beret out of frustration and had brought his hands in his hair to nervously slick them back. He busted into the living room and his shiny steel blue eyes, sparkling with a gleam of hope, searched for you. 

“Hey, Arthur.” When your soft voice swirled in the room and reached his ear with the tone of a mesmeric siren’s chant, goosebumps of excitation appeared on Arthur’s skin. Moving your body with a wildcat’s grace from the sofa, you stood up and looked at your husband with an adorably shy smile, like a young bride seeing her groom for the very first time. All the confidence you’ve felt kinda disappeared now that you were standing in front of him — would he be happy to see you? Or did you deceive him by disobeying and coming back to town despite Changretta’s men lurking in the shadow? You hadn’t the time to think about the matter though for Arthur rushed to you without waiting any longer and, with an uncontrolled strength enhanced by the power of his overflowing emotions, hugged your little frame. The gangster then lifted you from the ground, causing a cry of surprise to break free from your plumped and glossy lips.

“Bloody Hell, angel! I’ve told ye to stay safe at home!” 

He said, putting you back on the ground right before cupping your face with his large, warm, and calloused hands, before you could even react, “I’ve told ye it was too fookin’ dangerous here! What if Changretta and his men would have attacked you on the train eh?!” He exclaimed, a bit more aggressively than intended. At first, you opened your mouth to reply but no sound came out. The sight of his pained eyes and his worried expression suddenly made you feel a bit guilty: if there was one thing you hated it was being the cause of his worries. “Hmm?!” He insisted when faced with your silence. His piercing blue iris dived into yours, looking in their celestial frost for the answer your mouth could not produce. 

“I— I don’t care. If you’re in trouble then I am too. If you fight, I fight. If you die, then I fucking die. We’re one, and I’m sick of acting like the good frail wife waiting for her husband to come back from the war,” You started, shaking yourself out of your silence; and the more you spoke, the more your confidence came back, backfiring, “I don’t care about the danger, Arthur.” A desperate smile stretched the corner of your lips, making your eyes squint a little bit. A smile both tainted with sadness and mad love, “The first time we met I’ve made the promise that you’ll never face Hell alone ever again and I don’t plan to back up now that we’re at its gates.” 

“Yer fookin’ crazy, I swear you are.” He replied. His eyes shone with dawning tears as he observed your holy pulchritude, “Out of yer goddamn mind, Heaven Shelby… Fookin’ bonkers.” His face relaxed, anger swept away by the winter breeze that had rushed into the living room through the open window. Arthur finally let out a nervous yet endeared little chuckle and shook his head in disbelief, "You're so much trouble eh."

“I’ve learned from you.” You straight off replied, gently pressing your forehead against his in this intimate gesture that was so proper to him. Yet, he didn’t reply right away, still shaken by your fierceness — these last two weeks had almost made him forget how untamable you were. He wanted to scold you for behaving in such a reckless way — He really did. But the truth was big bad Arthur Shelby couldn’t resist you. And God knew how hard it was to function without your heavenly and reassuring presence. If he had to be honest, he would admit that he wasn’t sure he could do it without you anymore. He was consumed by his love for you, body and soul.

A little sigh escaped from his lips as his boiling worries slowly faded away, drowning himself in the little details of your face. With trembling fingers, Arthur grazed your snow-white hair. Fuck, he had missed you bad. Very bad. To the extent of drinking himself to sleep almost every night and lashing out at the boxing ring, mercilessly beating his opponents, for these were the only ways he had found not to slip into pure insanity. 

“Angel —“ He started, wanting to say so many things at once, but words choked in his throat. Closing his mouth, Arthur swallowed and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he did. The joy of having you there was so intense that his mind could not find something relevant to say: he wanted to talk about Tommy, about the letter he had sent you, about the Changrettas but nothing mattered anymore. What did though was you and him. That was why he finally gave up everything to hug your frame again, his spine bent so that he could bury his face in your small breasts. “I promise I’ll protect ye with me whole life, Angel. No one’s gonna hurt ye. Not on me watch.” He finally mumbled, the sound of his words muffled against the soft pale skin your cleavage exposed, thus turning his plead into more of a symphony of low grunts than anything else. 

“I’m here, darling.” You reassured him. Arthur squeezed your body a bit too painfully in reply, but you didn’t mind. The uncomfortable pressure of his brutal grip chased your worries away and made your whole soul flicker — It made you feel so tiny, so fragile, as no other men did before, and you genuinely liked it. So, he could break you in half with his hug if he wanted, you would be okay if it was the price to pay to keep feeling his possessive and aggressive love all around you.

With the desire to soothe his heated spirit and confusing thoughts that were bumping into each other in his confused head, you let your small fingers lose themselves in his messy hair. Your gesture brought immediate relief, whose warm sensation spread in his bones at the contact with your frozen skin. Arthur’s whole being gradually relaxed, and he could finally let out the pressure of these last two weeks. All of sudden, you felt salty and wet drops running down your chest, “I’ve fookin’ missed ye.” He lamented, his crystal tears dying in your cleavage. Parting from you was the worst idea ever, he thought, and he didn’t want to experience it ever again. 

“I’ve missed you too.” You said in a whisper. Ceasing to caress his hair, you put your hand on the back of his head and pressed his face a bit more against your bosom, keeping him still until his grip finally loosen around you and his tears run dry. Now that the storm of emotions was slowly calming down, Arthur sniffed one last time and raised his head, his lips reaching for yours. The press of his kiss, eager and hungry, dissipated the last couple of clouds of his troubled mind the moment your flesh reunited. Weakened by his scorching passion, your legs shook at the sweet and liquored taste of whisky on your tongue, while his strong hands explored you just as if the tall gangster wanted to make sure you were really here. To make sure he was not dreaming. His hands grabbed you, rubbed the sides of your thighs, ran up the curves of your ass, and then clenched on your shoulder blades for a short while before going down again to seize your waist in a bruising movement. You squeezed your eyes tighter, shaken to the core by the way his fingers left streams of fire in their trail, melting the ice that had settled under your skin the night he had left the house without you. Arthur deepened the kiss, almost leaving you breathless.

After an undefinable while during which you both lost the notion of time, his tongue gave yours one last stroke before he finally broke the kiss and reopened his eyes. Yes… You were still there — to his greatest relief. You let out a faint feverish sigh, the sensation of his kiss still tingling on your swollen lips, then you tilted your head to the side. Betrothed by your adorable pout, Arthur’s smile widened until the crow feet at the corner of his eyes appears. 

“Look at you. You’re fookin’ stunning, little one.” He laid his big hand on your cheek and you gently rubbed it against his palm in reply.

“What about you you tell me what you're up to instead of treating me like a little girl, Mr Shelby?” You teased, your reunion definitely erasing the worries out of your brain, even if the threat section D had sent you still lingered at the back of your mind. 

“Listen,” He started, his thumb brushing your lips with utter desire but he tried not to get too distracted by them, “John should have already told ye but you’re going to stay here ‘til Christmas hm? The house isn’t safe yet and you’ll be safer with Esme and the kids. Also, John will stick around to protect you. Just until Christmas right?”

“What about you?” You retorted, furrowing your brows. 

“As for me Tommy and I will figure out what to do. But don’t ye worry… " He brought his face closer, his mouth reaching your ear, "Each night I’ll be back in your arms and I’ll show ye how bad I’ve missed you.” He whispered, his low voice alike the growl of a starving wolf, “I'm a little afraid ye’ forgot what’s like to feel your husband, hmm.” A little amused snort came from your nostrils at the delightful perspectives. For sure, Arthur’s way to make up for the last two weeks of loneliness you’ve both been through was particularly exciting. 

“You think so? Little evil me is not so sure if she prefers Kaiser’s presence next to her in bed rather than yours. ” 

“We’ll see, love.” He was about to kiss you a second time to shut your bratty mouth when Esme appeared at the doorframe, arms crossed in her chest and one brow raised.

“There are kids there.” She reminded, her voice cold and slightly bothered. Of course, she wasn’t enchanted by your stay here, but it has been two years since you joined the Shelby family, which had given her all the time needed to tame her hostility toward you. Your relationship was still rocky, but at least she had stopped insulting you on every occasion. 

“Oops, sorry Esme.” You replied with the biggest and most charming smile you could do before taking a step back from your husband to help him —and you— resist the temptation of giving in to your burning desires. Arthur could not help but chuckle at the comment. He slipped his hands into the pocket of his long black coat, coming to the conclusion that it was safer if they stayed there.

“Alright, no need to bark Esme.” He grunted, but the sincerity of his grumpiness was definitely undermined by the faint smirk etched on his lips.

“I’ve made tea.” Esme went on, her magnificent brown eyes going from Arthur to you several times. Their dark color struck you for one second for their hard beauty reminded you of autumn leaves spinning in the immensity of her iris. You did not hate her. You never did. As harsh as her behavior had been, you had come to understand that her reactions were dictated by fear rather than spite. As a very catholic person, Esme was more than terrified by evil spirits — and she ultimately thought you were one, not seeing the enamored twenty-five-year-old girl you were, but the evil witch you could be. You could not blame her though, for she wasn’t entirely wrong. Somehow, you were convinced that Esme was the only one of the family who truly understood your dormant dangerous nature. What she did not grasp though was the sincerity of your feelings, “Hurry up.” She said, turning around and returning to the kitchen.

“Come on,” You gently wrapped your arms around your husband, “Kaiser is waiting in the kitchen. He’s going to be so happy!”

“Ah right, let’s see the man who took me place in bed.”

Arthur had barely stepped into the room when you heard the dog’s frantic barks, soon followed by his muscular body running toward his master to greet him with great enthusiasm. The sight of Kaiser almost reaching Arthur’s height, with his two front paws on his shoulders, filled you with joy.

It was at this very moment that you were almost convinced that nothing could go wrong.

The calm of the forest was a type of peacefulness nothing else could outmatch. All that was lacking from this grandiose landscape was the mighty shadow of the old and wise mountains of Haute-Falaise, whose silent lullaby could only be heard by those who paid close attention to it. From where you came, Christmas was always synonymous with snow along with the cold sensation of frosty wind biting at your face. Each time you would come back home after a joyful moment of playing games outside with your little sister, the warmth of the hearth’s fire would welcome you. But this Christmas, like many others since you left France, there was no snow. No mountains. And no little sister anymore. You were alone in the forest, wandering among the dead trees and the howling breeze.

Katie had woken up with a light fever, and she had cried in her father’s arms for twenty strong minutes before he managed to hush down her sorrow. Following a quick discussion with John, you informed him that you knew a natural remedy against fever and then, you went in the forest to collect the few plants you needed to concoct a healing tea. Esme would have naturally disagreed with the idea if John had told her, which hadn’t been the case. Instead, you simply replied that you needed some fresh air when she asked you why you were venturing outside the house on Christmas morning.

Oh, fuck it's you. Got nothing better to do on Christmas morning? // Tommy wants everybody at Charlie's Yard now, come on.

You’ve been wandering for over one hour when you finally found all the plants you needed for Katie’s tea. Satisfied, you headed back home with a light heart, already thinking about the pleasant breakfast that was waiting for you. A small grin flattered your lips at the thought of the children tearing their gifts’ paper apart and screaming with awe at the discovery of their new toys. 

What's gonna happen man, it's fucking Christmas.

Moreover, you could not wait for the adults to open their gifts too. Even if Ada told everyone to focus on the kids, you could not help but buy a little something for the house’s hosts: a beautiful silver necklace with a protective crystal pendant for Esme, and an expensive ring for John inside which was engraved the sentence “Le soleil brûle dans ton sourire” which meant "The sun burns in your smile". 

John. John, come to the meeting. All right? Think about the kids. Come to the meeting and if you want to leave, then fine.

For sure you could not wait to see their surprised expression slowly shifting to joy the moment you would give them their gifts! A little smile flattered your lips at such adorable thought. In truth, you had stopped celebrating Christmas for so long that the perspective to do it today delighted you. It was going to be a wonderful, wonderful day.

Get in the fuckin' house!

The petrifying detonations of gunshots tore the forest’s silence apart, which caused a cloud of afraid birds to erupt from the trees’ thick foliage. One shot, the surprise made you wonder if you had really heard that or if it was just the traumatizing memories of men chasing you down in the forest that was playing with your mind. Two shots, you turned towards where the noise was coming from, realizing it was real. Three shots — they stirred a brutal pain in your chest. A pain so vivid your fingers loosened their grips on the plants, letting them go, and grabbed the place where your heart was. It was drumming so hard in your chest that you felt it was about to burst your ribcage open. Crushed by the unexplainable ache and a crawling feeling of anxiety, you leaned against a tree not to collapse on the muddy soil. Your throat felt tight, to the extent you could barely breathe anymore. With eyes wide open, you desperately tried to calm yourself and comprehend what was happening to you. And suddenly the macabre evidence of the whole situation hit you like a train — a suffocating panic seized you again as you realized that the gunshots were not coming from hunters in the forest but from John's house.

No.

Your body moved slowly from the tree, taking a few wobbly steps.

“No!” Your voice yelled but no one was there to hear your desperate cry except the pristine nature, which had sent the wind to howl in pain with you. A surge of adrenaline ran through your body and, as if you had received the fiercest whiplash ever, you started running to the house as fast as you could. You ran faster and faster, with the cold breeze biting your face and brambles clawing at your exposed skin as you rushed past thick bushes. That was all you could do anyway for every other function of your being had shut down to focus only on your restless race. You could not think straight anymore. You could not hear anything else than the brutal beating of your heart resonating in your skull. Gosh, you couldn't even see properly, your vision narrowed into a small point in the horizon that was John's house. So you just ran, you ran no matter the insufferable burn in your lungs and the soreness of your legs.

"Hey! Come back, little doe". You could almost hear them behind you. The cruel men who hunted little thirteen years old you in the dark woods of Haute-Falaise. "We’re not gonna hurt you! Fuck — where’s that little slut?!"

Moving away the last branches aside, you jumped above a thick root and broke the last meters that separated you from the house. That was when you heard it, the agonizing scream of Esme. Her voice, filled with pain and fear, almost pierced your eardrums like the wailing lament of a Banshee. You reached the front of the house and suddenly, your legs made an abrupt stop, refusing to move anymore. In front of your wide-opened eyes, from which tears were already leaking, laid the inanimate body of both Michael and John in a crimson puddle of their own blood.

"John! Oh my God, John! No!" Esme yelled, her face contorting with indescribable sorrow and insufferable ache. She was kneeling on the pavement and hugging the motionless frame of her husband, whose skin already faded two shades paler. The young Romani beauty shook him but John's eyes remained shut. At first, you wanted to scream along with her, giving in to panic, but no sound came from your mouth. Instead, you let your quivering body drop to its knees and immediately put the moist palms of your hands on your best friend's wounded chest — The numerous bullet holes had made flowers of blood blossom on the white fabric of his shirt.

You took a deep breath, threw your head back, and closed your eyes in a desperate attempt to channel all the magic that was running in your blood to save him. After all, you had witnessed your mother performing similar miracles in your childhood. All you needed to save him was a faint beating of his heart, even the weakest would do the trick. Thus, you focused on your task the best you could and drained yourself of most of your energy in the hope of seeing John reopening his magnificent blue eyes and offering you one of his beaming smiles. You were pretty sure that he would come back to life, just like the bird you had found in the garden two years ago. Yes, you were going to bring him back to life, and this awful nightmare would be over and you would all have a good fairy tale ending.

— But life wasn't like the tales you loved: his heart had stopped beating for too long for you to do anything. It had been only a matter of minutes but still, you came too late.

You came too late.

When you understood it, a river of tears streamed down your angelic face. One of your hands gently moved up to his throat, and you pressed two fingers on his carotid artery to check his pulse in a desperate and last attempt to feel something, but there was nothing. Only the dull silence of Death. You slowly backed off and looked at the surprisingly peaceful expression on his face, forever frozen by the Reaper's cold kiss.

John was gone.

And so was the sun.

✞ A little note now that you've finished this chapter: Heaven did not ignore poor Michael by the way. When walking past him she noticed that his wound was not as serious as John's, so she decided to check him after checking John.

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[steve-keychain]

think i saw a biblically accurate angel today - yall gotta hear this (tw tho for uhhh Dead Animal/ gore ig? No pics tho! just ignore me if u need)

BITCH.  I went for a really long walk today bc i needed to work out a bunch of plot stuff for vh and I’ve been stuck for twO WEEKS so i said “nature will cure me” and so nature did. There’s this really pretty spot down by the river near where I live, so I took all my notebooks and walked in the rain to go find this little cove type thing- almost busted my ass getting down there- had a fantastic time.  I spent an hour just beach combing for pretty pieces of sea glass and pottery, and like jumping off of giant logs and shit. Just bros being dudes- alone hiking in the rain to get inspo for vampire fanfic u kno- genuinely a lovely time. Afterwards, I sat on a rock right next to the water, ended up with some really good stuff, and took my time plotting everything. It was so nice!!! I didn’t even listen to music, I was just listening to the waves and it was so so REFRESHING BHCICH- So I finish writing and I’m like :) ‘I’m gonna take my boots off and walk around in the shallows before I go!! Wheee!!! So Fun!!’ so I did- and it was great- and i did some more beachcombing- and then went back to my shit to pack it in to go home. I was like “let me actually go rock hopping for a minute, I wana go a little bit farther to the left of where i was sitting” which is literally just a bunch of rocks sticking up out of the water- there’s no land. So I start hoppin and- g

girl Tell me why- one rock over from where I was sitting- there was an ENTIRE (semi fresh) DECOMPOSING DEER CORPSE. WHAT WAS THE REASON. I did the most fucking muppet sounding heave and freak out- ALONE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WOODS BASICALLY- WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT WHY WHY WHY WHAT THE FUCK- And iD BEEN STOMPING AROUND IN THE WATER WHERE THAT SHIT WAS hgNghHGUHRhurl hurl hURL i left it like. an Offering and as soon as i turned around to leave for GOOD after having my lil panic moment- it started hailing and thundering. On the way to my car I found a dead raccoon and a holy mary medallion. when i tell you i feel HAUNTED- WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT me: ‘and then nandor is gonna do this and guillermo is gonna do that and theyre in love and their pp’s-”  disembodied voice of this dead deer from ten feet to my left:  ṭ̷͕͕̝͇̦̞͎̰̀̐̃̆́͒̃̍̅̈̏́̈́̆͆̕͠ḩ̵̡̨̙̰̤̟̠͚̳̥̥̦̹̠͚͉̩̜͕͚́͛̉̊͂̒͋̍̓͂́̀̓̽̏̆̋͊̾͒̂́̐̍̑̍̈́̉̅̾̾͊̽̌̉͗͘͘̕̕͘͘͠e̸̡̨̬̱̹͚̥͍̪͎̪̬͍̜͔̤̳̥̻͉̹̪̬̳̺̻̽̎̈́̌̿͊̀̄̔̒̏̆̽̋̚̕͜͠͝ͅń̵̡̢͙̘̤̹̖̦̰̩̹̲͕̦̰̪͍͖̣̣̞͕̖̙͕͉͖͐̓̿͌͊̂̽͐͋͋̈́̏̋̽͋͌͌̓̀̑̿̎̃͊̂̈̚̚̕͜͝ͅ ̴̡̧̛̳̙̹̠̤̬̝̤̮̖͈̜͖̯̱̅͗͂́̉͛̽͑̓́̈́̄͊̿͒̏̈́̈́͂̇̀̏w̸̧̡̧̨̢̡̭̺̻̱̦͔̯̜͎͓̳͚͙̘͎͙̳͇̟̟̞̩͉̘͉̫̩͎̜͕̥͐̒̈͜h̸̨̳̜̍̈̈́̏͛̾̄̈́͆̉̊̅͝͠͠ą̸̨̛̣̲͙̤̹̦̹̳̠̯̟̼̜̯̩̘̼͍͈̝͇̗̖̮̜͇͍̙͔͓͊̌̍̄̇̾̄̅͛̌̓͛̽̄̽̄̈̀̀̇̑͗̔̏̉̊͆̽͒͌̋̀̎̄̔͘̕̕͘͜͜͜͝͠͝͝ͅt̴̢̡̛͕̭̗̰̼̻̗̘̜̙̼̗͔͉̣̙͇̺̹̹͚̖̗͓̰͕̗̅͛͐̀̆͐́̌͋̐͊̃̇̊͐̆́̂̆̂̉͂̊̊̇͗̑̇̑͑̽͊̉̎͘͝͝ͅ ̴̢̧̢̣̘̮̩̘͇̻͍̮̹̖̣̪̳̮̘̆̈̆̈́̋͘ḩ̶̫͔̲̽̀́͆͑̄̋á̴̡̨̢̡̡̼̹͙̰͖̩͖̲̞̗͈͓͈̹̺͎͍̹͎͈̼͍̥͚̫̺̳̀͊́̂͆́͗͆̍̐̈́̓̈̃͊͌́̊͗̎̂̈́̀̍͌̒̒̂̕̚̕̕̕̕͝ͅp̷̨̢̧̧̨̨̛̛̝̺͈͎͖͓̮̝̗̼̣̗̥͇̯̳͖͔͓͕̤̫͔̖̜̰̙̤̬͔̪̩̹̞͉̦͍̒͌̾̎̀̉̈́̈́́̓͗͘͝p̵̨̨̛͖͉̫͙̘͍̼͙̫̺̬̻̥̺͉͆̍̐͂̓̋̅̀͑͊͊̔͋̆̈́͋̇͂́͒̔͆̒̑́̓̑͊̄͋̇͐̚͘̚͝͠ę̴̮̺͖̘͍̘̻̰̖̬͔͚̘̮̝̰͂̿́̓͂̈̆̋̍̏̇̕̚͝͝͝n̶̨̪̩͚̙̤̼͎̟̘̣̙͔̗͕̣̝̺̠̻̭̦̻̠̫͍̩̬͖̄̆̽̓͋̍̀̆͛̋͌̿͜͝͝ͅͅş̷̡̢̢̧̛̛̙͔͕̙̦͔͙̱̹̺̝̞̱̑͑̅̿͒̈́͆̏̑͊̐͊͌̃̑̉͐́̅̒̃̀̔̽̈́̉̊̈́̑͂̃̀̉̇̈́̅̈́̚͝

[littlemissvincentvega]

Could you write mr. Pink x reader. The reader is a waitress and Mr.Pink gives her a tip because she's something special. If you know what I mean 😅 Idk if you already have written something similar like this

HEY idk when this was requested but it has been sitting in my drafts for ages so i hope it's okay for you!!! it was so fun to write this like when ryan isn't at home for an evening i get so much muse to actually sit and write bc i can concentrate 😹😹 love you all my beauties 🥰 enjoy

It was early afternoon at Bob's, the little pancake house you waitressed at. You'd worked there for just under a year now, no day being the same-- that was the beauty of it. True, it was a low-paying job and people could be stingy with tips, but the array of people that visited made it so much more interesting. For some reason, LA had a rather quirky population. And working here gave you a front row seat.

Three gentlemen had let themselves in about an hour prior to now, sitting and slurping on coffees along with a few pancakes drenched in maple syrup. It was strange-- they seemed to refer to each other as colours, which made your ears twitch with curiosity. "Alright, Brown, shut the fuck up already, we've heard about Madonna enough today," one of them had sighed, leaving the poor guy speechless. He had a point, though. Other customers were turning their heads he was talking so fast, it was like he could breathe through his ears.

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"Someone's gotta bring insight to this table, it was never gonna be you," White shrugged, throwing Pink a glance.

He rolled his eyes. "I got plenty'a insight to give, I just don't feel the need to share it all the time. This motherfucker's been talkin' about fuckin' Madonna for the past fifteen minutes without takin' a breath."

"Nothin' wrong with bein' passionate, Mr. Pink, you should try it someime," White answered, grabbing a pinch of tobacco to roll another cigarette. He licked the strip, "There's no shame in liking somethin'."

"There is when I need to take a leak and all I can hear is Madonna this Madonna fuckin' that."

"Alright, alright, I'll stop. But I'll finish my story at some point, mark my fuckin' words," Brown told him, jabbing a finger across the table. "Anyway, we headin' off soon, boys?"

White chuckled, lighting up his cigarette. "Sure. Let the little lady come over here and I'll take care of it."

"Uh-uh. Let me," Pink said quickly, plucking a cigarette from his pack and tucking the carton back into his breast pocket. "Hell of an ass. I don't think I can piss now, I been starin' at her backside so long I think I got a stiff one."

"I don't want any part'a this, I'm goin' to the bathroom." Brown held his hands up and excused himself, throwing you a polite smile on the way.

White just stared at his colleague for a solid five seconds before he spoke. "You're disgusting."

"What? C'mon, even you were thinkin' it. We all were."

He sighed. "You can think it without sayin' it. It's what's known as respect. Guys like you are why women feel unsafe doing just about anything on their own."

"Don't be a pussy, I'm just admirin' what's in front of me."

"You didn't need to say it, especially not so loudly. Poor girl prob'ly heard you." White took a deep drag of his cigarette before returning it to his lips. He leaned forward and began to stack the plates neatly to help you out, still talking. "You handle the bill. But Christ, don't say anything to her. These ladies work hard enough without havin' to deal with perverted assholes like you."

Pink simply rolled his eyes and diverted his attention to you-- he made a gesture with his hand and you smiled, going to fetch the bill. He looked rather pleased with himself after that.

You approached the table, big smile on your face. Standing this close to him, you noticed that he was really quite handsome, and felt your cheeks heat up slightly. You got hit on quite a bit as it was (mostly by creepy old guys) but this was the one time you hoped it would happen. "How was everything for you, gentlemen?" you asked, flashing a sweet grin.

Pink's gaze lingered on you for a moment before he took the cigarette from his lips to speak. He smiled (a rare occurance), "All good, thanks," and dug his wallet from the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

"It was lovely, thank you, sweetie," White nodded.

"Great, I'm glad. Let me take these away from you and I'll come straight back," you beamed, picking up the plates and tottering off to take them to the kitchen.

"What the hell are you doin'?" White questioned, looking at Pink in despair. He was hunched over the bill, scribbling something on the receipt.

"None of your fuckin' business, asshole."

"Oh, God, don't tell me you're leavin' your number," Brown giggled, sitting back down. "She won't call you, man, no way."

Pink scowled and eyed his hands. "Did you remember to wash your hands, asshole? I can smell your fuckin' pissdick from here. Mind your own fuckin' business. At least I'm not a pussy like you guys." And he went back to scrawling on the receipt.

As you returned, Pink was just placing a few notes on the receipt and weighed them down with a hefty tip. His sharp tongue retreated when he saw you coming back over and he gave a warning glare to his coworkers before looking to you. "Thanks, honey, and enjoy the tip."

"I thought you didn't tip, Mr. Pink?" Brown smirked.

His face dropped back to the usual grumpy scowl. "Yeah, well I tip nice waitresses, asshole. I don't see you leavin' a tip even though she deserves one."

"Ignore him, honey, he's short-tempered," White told you, giving you a nudge with his elbow. "C'mon, gentlemen, let's go. We're gonna be late." With that, the boys said their farewells and the other two gents left you a tip from their own money too. You watched the so-called Mr. Pink leave the cafe, hoping that he'd look back at you, but he never did. Your heart skipped a beat when you picked up the receipt, though, and an enormous grin was plastered all over your face.

'MR. PINK

NICE WAITRESS, BETTER ASS

CALL ME'

was scribbled in very messy handwriting, along with his phone number underneath. You tucked it into your bra and felt your heart leap with excitement-- you knew what you'd be doing tonight.

[t0shii]

% comforting them when they're upset

.! oikawa, tsukishima, matsukawa (sep) x gn!r

.! angst + fluff/ breakdowns, crying, etc. lightly proofread bc im lazy so sorry for any mistakes.

.! im so sorry if this is absolute word vomit or horse shit 😭 i tried my best though 😌 uhhh sorry for not posting yesterday i got my daith pierced and i was in a lot of pain after that so i didnt feel like writing anywho enjoy this 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 p.s. i was originally gonna write for mad dog but i was struggling so i went with mattsun instead sorry. also idk why matsuns ended up being so short i didnt do him justice i apologize 😩

oikawa

— always gets discouraged when his knee bothers him. today was one of those days. his coach had made him sit out of practice because he had been limping a bit. he came home distraught and you noticed right away.

"what's the matter toru?" you asked opening your arms for a hug, which he accepted, wrapping his arms around your middle quite tightly. "my knee is bothering me again 'n coach made me sit out. it's just not fair." he mumbled into your shoulder. you could feel his tears soak through your shirt. you nodded and responded, "baby, he just doesn't want you to hurt yourself. i know it's not fair but-", "but i wanna play volleyball, i wanna get better and practice." he said, aggravated that you weren't exactly on his side, still he held you tighter.

"toru, baby, look at me." he does as told, and you bring your hands up to wipe his tear stained cheeks,"toru, you can't strain your knee anymore than you already do, you know this. i know you only want to play volleyball, baby i know, but you have to be patient." he nods in agreement and you do the same, then guiding his head back to your shoulder, "i know it's frustrating toru, but you can't force it, y'know? he wouldn't make you sit out if it wasn't for your best interest. you know that, deep down."

the two of you had been cuddling on the couch, his back against your chest when you heard him sniffling again, "toru, what's wrong?" you ask softly, sitting up slightly. "i'm so useless, my own knee can't even work right. the team deserves someone better and so d-do you" he hiccuped, hiding is face in his hands. you felt guilty for not comforting him more earlier. "toru, that's not true at all." you stated, forcing his hands into yours, "take it back right now." he looked at you confused. "toru oikawa i said take it back right this instant." you said a little sterner than before.

"no." he managed to get out through sobs, and you knew the stern method wasn't going to work this time around. "toru, please. you're not useless at all, not to anyone, not to the team, and especially not to me. you're the best teammate, friend and boyfriend anyone could ever ask for and your knee just needs a break sometimes, you just need a break sometimes and thats okay. needing a break doesn't make you useless or weak, toru." you say softly, guiding him to a sitting position, hugging him closely and tracing small, comforting shapes on his back.

"you're so so strong toru, and you're an amazing person, an amazing boyfriend, you're such an amazing volleyball player and i'm so proud of how far you've come since highschool." you say, kissing the crown of his head. "you mean it?" he asks leaning back to look at you, "i always do, toru. i love you more than anything, and i'm so so fucking proud of you, but you have to know, it's okay to need a break sometimes and it doesn't change who you are as a person and it definitely doesn't make you weak or useless. he nods in response, burrying his head into the crook of your neck. you both stay like that, you whispering words of affirmations, him listening fondly until he feels better a little while later.

tsukishima

— he usually didn't let the stress of professional volleyball get to him like this, but he couldn't help it he would be lying if he said he wasn't overwhelmed, from interviews, to extra practice to prepare for the overseas games he had coming up, he was exhausted, to add onto it all he had been neglecting you and he felt horrible for it.

you knew practice was going to be running late since your boyfriend had told you in advance, so you weren't initially worried as to why kei had been coming home late at night. this night in particular was the fourth night in a row kei been home late and you starting to grow concerned. you hadn't seen him hardly at all that week, which was unusual because he always made time for you no matter what. worried, you decided to stay awake and wait for him to get home.

when the time finally comes, your heart dropped at his appearance, he looked absolutely horrible, as if he hadn't slept right in weeks. "why are you up?" he mumbled, taking his shoes off rather sloppily, uncharacteristic of him. you made your way closer to yoir exhausted boyfriend, "kei, i'm worried about you. i know you don't like me meddling with your career, and please don't misunderstand my concern for that. i'm just worried you aren't getting enough rest and i've barely seen you at all this week." you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

you knew something was wrong when you saw the tear swell in his eyes, but he just stood there awkwardly, you walked closer toward him, "kei, what's wrong?" you ask, extending your arms toward him, which he basically fell into, he started sobbing immediately, shocking you initially. "i'm s-sorry for neglecting you this week, i didn't mean to i-i just-", "kei, i'm not worried about that, i'm worried that you aren't taking care of yourself properly." you mumble, patting his back comfortingly. to which he shakes his head no."work has been too much recently, i can't sleep and i barely have time to even think. its just practice, interviews, practice, interviews i-i can't handle it all anymore, y/n." he sobbed into your shoulder, you were speechless at his vulnerability.

"kei,-", "but i can't stop now because that'll make me a failure and i don't want to let you down and the team too, i just want to make everyone proud but i think i'm falling behind." he cried, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "kei, you could never let me down. actually, i think i've been letting you down recently, i don't tell you this enough but, i'm so so proud of you kei, so proud you don't even understand, i'm sorry for not expressing that enough to you. i understand that you feel as if you're falling behind but overworking and stressing yourself out isn't going to help you improve, kei, and i know you also know that."

"you're working yourself sick, kei and i can't stand here and continue to let that happen so you're taking a day off whether you like it or not. tomorrow will be a me and you day, how does that sound? i'll call your coach in the morning." honestly, you wouldn't have let him say no anyways, and he knew that so he just nodded his head. "look at me kei, you have to tell me when you're feeling overwhelmed. it's not good to keep things in like this, it's just like you tell me." he nods his head, but avoids eye contact, "and i'm not disappointed or upset at you, you know. but i can't read your mind, so please just tell me when things start to feel like they're crashing down on you 'kay? i'll help you just like you help me." you smile, he looks at you and nods, hugs you closer and whispers an "i love you" into your ear, which you return.

matsuwaka

— you knew his work was stressful and emotionally and mentally exhausting, so there were always worries in the back of your mind that he would become too overwhelmed, well today your worries became reality.

"welcome home issei." you called from the kitchen as your boyfriend walked through the door, though he offered you no response, which made you frown. "issei?-" you gasped when you felt a pair of strong arms sneak their way around your waist, "jesus, issei, you scared me!" you giggle placing your hands atop of his own, but you realized he was not laughing with you. "issei, baby?" concern laced in your tone as you maneuvered your way around to face him, "what's wrong baby?" you ask, taking his face in your hands to wipe at escaping tears.

"work was rough today." was all he said as he melted at the feeling of your thumbs running back and forth on his cheeks. "oh issei, i'm sorry." you mumbled, kissing the tip of his nose lightly, "is there anything i can do to help?" he didn't know why but something inside of him snapped when you asked him that, and sobs escaped his lips, he could only hide his face in the space between your neck and shoulder because for some reason he felt... ashamed to be crying in front of you like this. "please just hold me." he cried, so you did just that, shushimg him when his sobs got violent, rubbing your hand up and down his back soothingly.

the both of you stood there for a good 15 minutes before you spoke up after he had calmed down a bit, "is there anything you need to get off your chest? you don't have to tell me now or even at all but i want you to know that whatever is bothering you, you can tell me, anything at all. i know your job is mentally exhausting and honestly i dont even know how you do it but i dont want you thinking you have to carry the burden of it alone, okay? i'm so proud of you, so so so proud of you issei, i just wanted you to know that."

you felt him nod in the crook of your neck, a soft, "thank you." sounding shortly after, "of course." you responded, kissing his shoulder a few time.he wasn't sure when he would feel completely ready to get things off his chest but he felt loved knowing that you would always be there to comfort him, and for that he was forever grateful.

[angry-geese]

hello, how are you? so i don't remember very well how it went, but yesterday i found your tumblr and i was amazed and you write so well 🥺💗

but then i'm a bucciarati simp (i will never get over your end) and i would like to know if you can write a scenario where the reader is just an ordinary citizen who admires bucciarati (because he helped her a while ago) and wants to join the passione and he's just against it because he doesn't want to expose her to danger, he just wants to know her real reason, so he uses his ability to find out if she's lying, which is very helpful as there's a sexual tension there and well, everything ends up in sex.

ok that was very specific lmao maybe if you want to change or are not willing to write, that's fine with me.

anyway thanks, you are amazing 💗💗

aww thank you <3

don't ever worry about being too specific, I always love seeing what other people come up with :)

Tomorrow - Bruno Bucciarati x Reader

warnings: nsfw/minors do not interact. mutual pining, fluff. minor mention of violence. unprotected sex, quickie, fingering, hickeys, hair pulling, body worship (??? if you squint???). afab reader.

word count: 1.7k

It's hard to believe it's almost been a year.

Your shop had been open for barely a month. When you first moved to your neighborhood, it was made known to you it was a dangerous place. But rent was low, and the building was just too perfect to pass up on. Not many places had room for a bakery, and a space to live upstairs.

You were in over your head. But you were too stubborn to admit it.

It had caught his eye the moment he saw it. Maybe it was its cozy nature; a small shop tucked away, full of plants, a cat dozing off in the window. Or it could have been your inviting smile, the way you lit up as the door opened.

Every day he got the same order. By the end of the first week, you made sure to have it ready for him.

From the very beginning you faced issues. A business like yours attracted a lot of attention; good and bad. The local gangs knew you were bringing in money. They wanted a cut, and you weren't willing to give it to them.

You should have given it to them.

You were warned. They told you they'd come back. You were warned but didn't listen.

They trashed your shop. You swept broken glass from your floors for weeks before it finally came out. They were persistent; more than you ever thought. When you stood up to them, they threatened to kill you. They probably would have, had Bruno not stepped in. While you were willing to lay down your life for your business, he wasn't going to let you.

You're not quite sure what Bruno did, but you never saw those men again.

You never charged him for food again. If it meant he would keep coming back to your shop, you would do a lot of things. You said you owed him. At first, he was willing to accept. Weeks went on as you still refused his money. It got to the point where he felt bad. He hid money around your apartment hoping that you'd take the hint. But you never did.

You could never pay him back. Bruno claims you already have—with all the free food—but truly it's a debt that can't be repaid. Putting it lightly, you owe him your life.

The mess was cleaned up, but you'd never feel safe in your home again.

Over the past few months, Bruno had become one of your closest—if not your closest—friend. His little free time was spent at your shop. The two of you could talk for hours about nothing in particular. Business would come and go, but he was always there. If you called, he'd come running. You really didn't have to call. At the first sign of problems he was by your side.

Bruno's influence only works so much. He could only pay off those thugs for so long.

He was worried when you missed his call this morning.

His stomach sinks as he sees the broken glass.

You're not crying. You really don't look too upset. To you, this is the final nail in your coffin. You only notice him as he stops. You motion for him to sit next to you on the steps.

The people in this town are like vultures. They can sense any bit of fortune. Any money you have can't be kept for long. Stashing it away is never a good idea.

"What happened?" He asks.

"I didn't get my protection fees paid in time."

He takes a seat next to you. For the first time in his life, he feels speechless. As far as he knew, he'd taken care of this. Those thugs would have hell to pay.

"I want to join." You say.

"What?"

"I'm taking Polpo's test." You say. "I want to join Passione."

"Why?"

It's finally occurred to you how close your faces are.

You ball up your apron and toss it aside. You don't have a better answer for him. As much as you wish you did; you don't. You want to tell him anything but the truth. Really, he feels betrayed. Has he not done enough? Has this all gone to waste? He's tried all he can to keep you away from the gangs.

It seems it wasn't enough.

His grip on your arm tightens. You don’t dare look him in the eyes. As if you couldn't be more obvious. You nearly jump out of your skin as he licks a long stripe up your cheek. Instantly your face goes red. Your cheeks burn at the heat that sends right to your core. You're stammering out a few nonsensical sentence fragments.

"That's the taste of a liar, y/n."

You whip around to face him. "I want to be able to defend myself!"

The look in his eyes isn't what you expect. It's more a look of betrayal than anything. To be honest, you didn't expect him to have any reaction at all. He's rather adamant about keeping you away from Passione.

"I can protect you." His voice has gone oddly soft. "I'll take care of you."

Bruno's grip on your arms loosens.

He leans in for a kiss. It's soft, but his warmth lingers on your lips long after he's pulled away. He smells like fancy cologne, and almost like a restaurant, strangely enough. It's a weird, comforting mix of cooked food and expensive men's cologne.

He's wanted to do this since he first met you.

His hands move to cup your cheeks. They're so warm. It's hard to resist his touch. He looks at you with such longing that it makes your chest swell with affection. The heat in your face returns, but it's in less of a lewd manner. He admires every dip and curve of your clothed body; how your waist is cinched in whenever you wear your apron, how your strong hands work pastry dough into shape.

He leans in for another kiss. It's deeper this time, and leaves a longing ache in your chest. The rough muscle of his tongue presses past your lips. He tastes faintly of alcohol.

You're too impatient to get to your room. He'll settle on bending you over your apartment's kitchen counter. He wants to take his time with you, but for now, he's content with this. Maybe there'll be a second time.

His long fingers work to undo the buttons of your pants. You don't take a lot of prep work. You're already soaked. Two of his fingers press into you. They’re long, but fairly thin, and slide right into you. His fingers stroke against your g-spot as his thumb works circles around your clit. It doesn’t take him long to figure out just what makes you weak. Bruno has you a shaking, moaning mess in no time.

You lean against the counter, propping yourself up on your elbows. He wastes no time in freeing himself from his pants. His cock is built like the rest of him; long and dark. It’s girthy, but not intimidatingly big. The hairs towards the base are neatly trimmed, and the same color as the hair on his head. A vein runs up the bottom, only getting more prominent as he gets harder. He shoves your pants down to your knees.

Bruno groans as he sheathes himself in you. The feeling of your warm, wet cunt is intoxicating. Maybe he’s a bit more pent up than he thought. His hand buries in your hair. He leans forward to nip at your earlobe. Bruno coos words of praise into your ear, telling you how good you take him, how good you feel around him.

He rolls his hips against yours in desperate, quick motions. Bruno can't decide what to do with his hands. They're gripping your breasts, then your hips, then settling in your hair. He’ll have you like this again, he’s certain of it.

Heat pools in your stomach. His touch leaves you with an aching need for more.

"Fuck- I've wanted this for so long," he says, "you’re so beautiful.”

His fingers dig into your thighs hard enough to leave bruises. He sucks a dark mark into your shoulder—one where you won’t be able to see it. It sends a whole new heat to your core. While his cock isn't the biggest, it curves in just a way that makes your toes curl.

He makes it known just what he thinks about you; babbling about how good you feel around him, about how long he’s wanted to do this.

The sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room. If you had any neighbors, you'd certainly be getting noise complaints. Your moans are like music to his ears. You don't worry about being quiet. Let others hear you, what do you care?

"Harder Bruno!" You cry out.

He can't resist something as beautiful as you.

His free hand moves to your clit, tracing circles around the bundle of nerves. He works you up in a way you never knew possible. Your skin feels feverish, and sensitive to the touch. The heat in your stomach only gets more unbearable. You want to beg him to cum inside. You need him to cum inside. Your mind is too hazy to think of much else but him and the way he fucks into you. He leaves none of your sweet spots unstroked.

Something in you snaps. There’s not one specific thing that sends you over the edge; it's everything. You clench around him as you cum, crying out. The way you suck him back in is almost enough to send him over the edge.

His thrusts get sloppier as he nears his own orgasm. He scrambles against the counter for purchase, gripping the edge of it so tight his knuckles turn white. He doesn't want to risk cumming inside. He pulls out, giving himself a few pumps before cumming into his hand.

Bruno presses a kiss to the exposed flesh of your shoulder. Your skin is sticky with sweat. A tired, but pleased look spreads across your face. His hair tickles your neck. The sight of your shaky, sleepy form is almost enough to make him hard again.

You lean back into him, giggling. “We made a mess…”

“Want to make another?”

"Are you suggesting a round two?” It’s a joke, but you carry some seriousness behind it.

"Anything for you,"

[jenojaemssss]

stay next to me

a/n: repost bc i think i accidentally deleted it when i was trying to edit it LOL anyways, this is a new style for me so hope you guys enjoy! based on this song by quinn xcii and chelsea cutler

warnings: there IS a makeout session so be advised :D

jaemin and you are pushed against a wall about 2 feet away from each other

when i say pushed against a wall, i mean quite literally pushed against the wall

because there were maybe 20 people dancing around you

and they were all shoving and jumping and swinging their arms back and forth

and no way in hell do you want to be swept away in that mob

the space around you was probably 7 square feet at most with too many sweaty bodies surrounding you

like there are probably 400 people at this place because no way the carrying capacity of 250 would put you in this situation

and you're sweaty and sticky

and so is jaemin

because there are just way too many fucking people

you're trying your best to keep your drink from spilling over because everyone is shoving

jaemin looks just as uncomfortable

you notice this because what kind of best friend are you if you can't tell that he was feeling uncomfortable?

so you reach over to feel for his hand but before you reach it you accidentally brush your hand over someone's butt

and then someone's boob

and then someone's crotch

but you finally reach his hand

you hold onto his hand and he holds yours back

he pulls you in a little closer

you're pressed against each other's sides

sharing even more heat because of how close you are

"i don't even know this band," he yells over the noise

you chuckle in response and nod

"me neither!"

"let's dip?"

you can feel his hot breath on your ear

but you're dumb enough to look up

and you're met with his smile

his smile, god his smile

he was so close too

and you just wanted to kiss him but you shouldn't because he's your best friend

so you nod instead of doing anything dumb

he takes you and literally has to drag you away from the crowd

but you make it to the front door of the club

when you step foot out of the door and feel actual air

you both let out the biggest sigh

deep breaths and all

his hand is still holding yours and you were about to pull away but he just grips it tighter

"are we going somewhere, jaem?"

"anywhere but here," he chuckles

it's the chuckle that kind of rumbles from his chest

and you find that shit so attractive

you guys don't say anything else

you just lead him down the busy streets

it's dark out, but the streetlights and cars are lighting up the road

and it's just so pretty

but there's something prettier?

jaemin.

he looks so pretty illuminated by the lights and you can't help but gawk at him

like, normally yellow lights make people's skin look a little off and saturated

but this man looks so fucking good with this kind of lighting

nah, any kind of lighting

you realize how hard you're staring and focus on the road instead

he's still holding your hand, by the way

and honestly, it was kinda normal for him to hold your hand because he likes affection

correction

he likes affection only when he's comfortable with that person

but this was weird because he doesn't often hold your hand for this long

but hey, you guys are wandering around the city and it's fun

and you were both a little tipsy

not drunk

just one or two drinks each

so tipsy

and then you reach a place that reminds you of something and you smile

it was a skate park that your friends dragged you too a lot

jaemin notices this and leads you there

and he buys both of you water from the vending machine

and you guys just sit down and talk about life and whatnot

like school, jobs, whatever that comes up

he mentions something about prom and high school sweethearts because he sees a group of teens running down the street and laughing

and he's reminiscing how the two of you ditched prom to get mcdonald's your senior year

and then you bring up the topic of first loves

jaemin goes speechless when you ask him who his first love was

because little did you know, jaemin was also pining over you

so he tries switching the subject to something else

he doesn't answer you and shoots you a question instead

"when was the last time you've been in love?"

you're not sure what the hell comes over you but you respond

"now."

and he's like

O.O

and you just blush

and he's like

"same."

and your heart lowkey drops because you're not sure who it is

then you look at his face and realize that he's also blushing

and then it clicks in your airhead

oh.

"cool," is all you can get out 'cause????

jaemin loves you back?

"'cool?' y/n we just confessed and your only response is 'cool?'"

"we confessed?"

"yes, i thought it was obvious?"

"well then yes, because i'm not sure what to do in this situation."

he suddenly lets go of your hand

and you're scared you did something wrong so you look up from your feet

but before you can bring your head all the way up he's already cupping your cheeks

and he's leaning in

you're just frozen because jaemin is about to kiss you???

you?????

and right before he reaches your lips he asks for your permission

"can i kiss you?"

and instead of answering you meet his lips with your own

and now the two of you are kissing

his lips, god you wish you can kiss him forever because they feel like clouds

he smiles mid-kiss and your heart skips like 20 beats

his breath still had the slight hint of burnt whisky

it's so damn addicting

he pokes his tongue against your lips and you slightly open your mouth a little to give him access

and you swear there are spurts of electricity jolting through your body

you're quite literally melting into his touch

and his lips

you two continue to kiss and it's just like you're in heaven but on earth

did i mention how his lips felt like clouds?

sure, they're a little chapped but they're still the softest pair of lips you've ever laid eyes...i mean lips on

it's like his lips and yours were made for each other because the movements the two of you make send chills down your spine

you're breathless at this point

when he finally pulls away you're both grinning like idiots

he rests his forehead against yours and you use this opportunity to reach up a little bit and give him a peck

and he smiles even wider

he grabs you and pulls you into his arms and you rest your head on his chest

you're both leaning against the wall of one of the ramps so he takes this as an opportunity to throw one arm behind your shoulder

he places little kisses on your hairline and whispers little sweet nothings

but then he asks you

"what now?"

"what do you mean?"

"what are we now?"

"jaemin," you sit up straight and look at him dead in the eyes

"will you," you point at him

"be my," you gesture towards yourself

"boyfriend?"

"are you drunk right now?"

"NO! i'm dead serious," and you are

"yes, y/n, i will be your boyfriend," he chuckles and pulls you back into his arms

you hear his heart beating in his chest and you feel so calm

because although his heartbeat was a little fast, it seems to be matching the same rhythm as yours

"it's getting late," you mumble after checking your phone

you turn your head a little, but jaemin's resting his head on top of yours so you can't really move it

"don't you have places to be tomorrow?"

"i don't care," he murmurs against your hair

"just stay next to me."

a/n pt 2: if y'all can't tell, i get a ton of my inspo from quinn xcii songs:) a lot more are in the works, so i recommend listening his album "a letter to my younger self" bc half of my fics are based on that album LOL

[xxbangchansidedishxx]

Caught- Taemin X Minho

Tw/ Degrading and Corruption kink.

Plot: when Minho comes home he finds out their maknae isn’t as innocent as everyone thought.

Finally. The dorm was empty. It was rare that Taemin had a moment completely alone. Of course he had time alone in the shower but even then he had to be quick or the threat of someone picking the lock or turning the lights off as a prank were high.

He let out a shaky sigh as he slowly began to palm himself through his jeans. It had been a while since he was able to do this. He took his time getting himself heated up, after all no one should be home for a few hours. He grabbed handfuls of his shirt as his hand pressed down on his achingly hard crotch.

"Ugh fuck." He moaned into the silent room.

After unbuttoning and removing his shirt he began to rub and flick at his stiff nipples, occasionally pinching them making him gasp.

While doing this he could only think of one person.

Minho.

He wished it was Minho who was touching him. He wanted to be fucked, teased and used by the older man. Although he was seen as rather innocent Taemin often thought about Minho fucking him so harshly until he was an overstimulated cum covered mess.

He groaned as one particular thought of Minho wrapping his hand around his throat and slamming into his tight hole crossed his mind.

That's it. He couldn't wait any longer. He kicked off his boxers along with his skinny jeans allowing his leaking cock to stand proud.

Soft whimpers left his parted lips when he started to rub at his length. The best part about the members being gone was that he could be as loud as he wanted.

He closed his eyes and imagined Minho's hand being wrapped around him, pumping him agonisingly slowly and whispering dirty words into his ear.

"F fuck Minho fuck."

He was lost in his own world now. Blabbering in pleasure.

After a while of teasing himself he reached over to his bedside draw pulling out a bottle of lube, a dildo and a vibrating cock ring.

He squeezed some of the liquid into his fingers and began to rub at his desperate entrance. He wanted to drag out this experience as long as he could. He slowly began to press his fingers in preparing his tight little hole for something even bigger. He removed his fingers and reached for the dildo. Slowly he teased around his hole pressing just the slightest amount of the toy in then removing it again. He continued to do this for a while before he couldn't take it much longer. He sunk down onto the rubber toy and turned the vibrating cock ring on. Shocks of pleasure ran through his entire body. His pace was slow at first, bouncing up and down as his cock leaked and he couldn't hold in his moans.

Fuck imagine Minho's cock buried deep in your ass. Taemin's mind wondered.

Minho slapping your ass for cumming too soon.

He closed his eyes and focused on all the pleasure.

"Ugh fuck Minho fuck me fuck faster ah ah M-Minho ahh." He felt himself getting close.

"Well well Taeminnie. This is quite the show."

His eyes shot open to see Minho standing over him with a smirk on his face .

In shock the younger man collapsed onto the bed, only pushing the dildo deeper inside of him causing him to cum with a strangled cry.

His entire face burned red.

"F fuck Minho. I- I can explain."

He panted trying to cover himself.

"What is there to explain? Our Taeminnie isn't quite as innocent as we thought. Little baby acts so shy and clueless but behind closed doors he's bouncing on a toy wishing it to be my cock."

Minho stepped towards Taemin grabbing his hands and pinning them above his head.

"Do you often think of me when you are fucking yourself?"

Taemin was speechless.

"I said, does my little cumslut often think of my cock buried in his ass?"

He reached out to start slowly pumping the younger mans cock causing him to let out a whine.

"I- I can't help it Minho, fuck I need you."

He didn't think he could get any more turned on then this. Although he felt so exposed and so embarrassed all the blood just rushed to his cock making him ache for another release.

Minho removed his hand from Taemin's cock.

"I want you to keep fucking your tight little ass with that toy, don't hold back your moans. I don't care if the others hear. They must all know what a dirty little slut you really are that's so desperate for me to use him."

The dirty words leaving Minho's mouth were like music to Taemin's ears, he had always wanted to hear these things coming from the older mans mouth.

Slowly he Began to bounce up and down on the toy again, whining at the overstimulation.

Minho bit down hard on his lip as he watched the scene infront of him.

"Baby you look so fucking hot like that. Such a fucking whore for me." He praised taking out his phone and taking a few pictures of the man.

"Oh I'm going to want to remember the moment I saw Taemin loose all his innocence because He was too horny for my cock."

As the man continued to fuck himself Minho's hands roamed around his torso. Tracing his hard abs before flicking his sensitive nipples

"Agh f fuck I'm gonna cum fuck again M-Minho ah ah mmmh."

He watched as Taemin came undone a second time, shooting his load all over his abdomen.

He pulled the toy out and removed his cock ring that's when he came face to face with Minho's hard cock.

"Suck." His voice was demanding and the younger man took no time to obey him.

At first he gave small kitten licks and wet kisses to the tip as the older man sighed in pleasure . His soft plump lips worked effortlessly around the mans length.

"Fuck your hot wet mouth is making me feel so good baby . Fuck you are such a whore where did you learn mmh how to do that?" Minho grabbed a handful of Taemin's hair pulling slightly as the younger hummed around his cock , happy with the praise he was receiving.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum s-stop."

He took him out of his mouth, a strand of salava dripping from his tongue.

"Hands and knees."

Taemin got on all fours anticipating the olders next move.

"I bet you think about getting abused by my cock all the time don't you kitten? Fucked until you are a useless blabbering mess."

He didn't bother to prep the boy, he slammed into his tight hole and wrapped a hand gently around his neck.

"Don't you fucking dare hold back moans. A little whore like you should want the other members to hear how well I'm fucking you. How much you crave my cock."

He rocked in and out as rough as he possibly could. He wanted to make Taemin scream.

"M- Minho fuck it feels too good. I can't t take much more ugh f- Minho." He blabbered as the overwhelming overstimulation took over his body.

"You should have thought about that before then shouldn't you slut. But instead you are here taking my cock so well In your ass. Doing so well for me baby."

He picked up the pace.

Pornographic noises filled the room. Moans and skin slapping skin. There was no way the other members couldn't hear this.

Taemin was a shaking moaning mess.

"Uh uh oh fuck I'm gonna cum M-Minho fuck mmmh f ugh." For the third time Taemin came as his legs shook violently and his walls clenched around Minho causing him to cum inside of him.

Slowly Minho pulled out of the younger man trying to catch his breath. Admiring what a pretty little mess he had made him.

" You look so pretty with my cum leaking out of your little hole you whore. So fucked out and pretty."

He leaned down to roughly kiss Taemin on the lips.

"Now you can stop pretending to be so innocent. There's no need for those toys anymore either. I'll make sure to give you enough cock to satisfy you from now on baby."

Minho smirked as he pulled up his trousers and slipped back into his shirt.

Taemin was still left speechless on the bed.

"Come and join me outside with the other members when you are ready." This time he left a soft kiss on the younger mans forehead and handed him some wipes before walking out of the room.

After cleaning up and composing himself Taemin walked to the shared living room.

The atmosphere was awkward until someone cleared their throat with a cough.

"Um so Taemin, I uh didn't know you and Minho were a thing." Jonghyun spoke trying to keep his cool.

The maknae blushed hard.

Key burst out laughing "uh uh oh fuck I'm gonna cum M-Minho fuck mmmh f ugh." He mimicked Taemin dramatically causing the other members to burst into laughter too.

"Yah and I thought our Taemin was innocent." Onew joked patting him on the shoulder.

"Please I'm so embarrassed." He groaned.

Minho walked over to the man whispering something into his ear making him blush harder .

"Hey you two! We just had to listen to that so please get a room this time." Jonghyun pleaded as the two proceeded to stand up and scurry away like some sort of horny high school couple.

"Do you think we are gonna get much sleep for a while?" Onew asked already knowing the answer.

A loud moan echoed off the thin walls in the dorm causing Jonghyun to bury his head in his hands.

"I think that answers your question." Sighed Key.

[andguesswhat]

The fool on the hill - Chapter 6

If you want to know what happened on the hill..

(on the Archive)

The hill

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"Do you mind if I go for a little jog out there to keep me warm?" Tom asked Lea, pointing to a hill a little off the set. 

The production assistant shook her head. "No, you go ahead. I'll come get you when we get back to shooting. You've got thirty minutes, tops."

"Thanks!" 

Tom smiled. He couldn't wait to get moving, it was cold as hell and the wind was blowing mercilessly through the abandoned mine they were shooting in.   

Sophia didn't seem to mind being blanketed in layers of down jackets and getting a hot mug of coffee in her hand; but him, he hated standing in the cold doing nothing, he had to move. 

So he put on his headphones to listen to the music Nathalie had given him and started jogging. 

Up the hill ...then back down again. 

It was a hard to get purchase with the gravel and he definitely didn't have the right shoes on, but Tom didn't mind, he was happy to run. The hill was steeper than he had expected, but he enjoyed the burn it gave him, a welcome change from the chilly set.

The music was good and he lost himself in it, just running around the hill. Up, then down.

It didn't take long for his mind to wander to Owen and he paused and took some deep breaths, trying to stop the thoughts, but he wasn't surprised that they quickly came back.

Owen had been in his mind for weeks now. 

He had been so happy to work with him. He was smart, compassionate, and funny, and Tom loved his curiosity and commitment.... All the little ideas they came up with during the shoot were just so much fun. On top of all that, the connection they had was a gift that Tom couldn't take for granted. They could talk about anything. And that meant anything, really. And they did.

And he loved the way Owen smiled at him, winked at him, and flirted with him. Ever since that day they'd played tennis, Tom had felt that the flirting was becoming highly.... sexual. At least for him. And no wonder - hearing Owen grunt on the court and seeing him naked in the shower... the images came to his mind all by themselves. 

Because Tom thought that Owen had a really nice body. 

And that he wouldn't mind touching it. 

And licking it. 

Every part of it, actually. 

Especially that prominent line around his hip. 

Yeah, he would like that. 

In his imagination, he had licked it more than once, and ended up licking something else. In his imagination, of course.

He wasn't sure why he hadn't made the first move yet. 

Maybe because he thought Owen would. 

Maybe that made him a little insecure.   

Or maybe they just hadn't found the right moment yet. 

They were busy filming and hadn't had any scenes together in the last few days. 

Tom missed Owen. Just being around him. Brainstorming. Laughing. Flirting. 

Suddenly, Tom felt a hand on his shoulder. 

He thought it was Lea, but he was more than surprised to see it was - 

"Owen!" 

His face instantly lit up, his heart began to pound and his whole body was flooded with a sudden feeling of warmth.

Oh God, how he loved seeing him. 

"What are you doing here?" he fumbled to take the earbuds out and looked at his.. friend.

Owen shrugged and smiled cheekily. "I thought I'd check out the set."

Tom just smiled back. 

He couldn’t say anything, but just smiled happily at Owen. 

He knew he should say something to keep things from getting weird, but he didn't know what. 

There were too many questions in his head. After all, why was Owen really here? It was a boring set, it was cold.... 

"God, it's fucking cold here," Owen interrupted his thoughts as he rubbed his hands together. "Let's jog some more, shall we?"

Tom was still smiling, still unable to speak properly. "Yeah..." He tried to get that probably stupid smile off his face, but it was hopeless. "Yeah... Sure!" Well, at least he could manage that.

So they jogged down the hill. 

Side by side. 

Both smiling. 

And Tom felt like a silly teenager, giddy to just be around the person he had a crush on.

When they got back to the bottom of the hill, Owen turned to Tom and said, "Okay, that didn't work so well for me. I'm still cold. How about a little sprint challenge?" He slapped Tom on the chest, smiled challengingly at him "Show me what you can do!" and just sprinted off, up the hill, without any warning. Or without waiting. 

Tom was in no position to react that quickly. But after losing at tennis, Tom really felt the need to defend his honor, so he sprinted after Owen, giving it his all.

But why the hell was Owen so fast? 

If he wasn't warm after that sprint, he didn't know how he could do it. He was almost out of breath! 

He tried to get past Owen, but he didn't know how.

So he just grabbed Owen by the waist in the last few meters to push him out of the way, but the hill was steep, the gravel too slippery, and the sole of his shoe too smooth, so he slipped, fell, and dragged Owen down with him. 

Hhn!

And now Owen was buried under him.

They were both panting heavily.

Their bodies pressed against each other.

And Tom had to admit, that wasn't bad at all. He wished he could stay in this moment forever.

"Your start wasn't really fair, was it?" Tom gasped in mock seriousness and braced himself with his hands. 

Owen turned, still lying under Tom, and smiled at him. "Yes, it was. With your model legs, you could have easily caught me."

Model legs? Tom once again didn't know what to say. 

So he continued to gasp. 

And just looked at Owen. 

How Owen looked at him. Attentively. 

Smiled at him. Tenderly. 

His mouth slightly open. 

He could hear him breathing. 

Felt his chest moving up and down.... 

He couldn't believe how beautiful Owen was.

Tom bit his lower lip.

He felt himself getting a hard-on, lying on top of Owen like this. 

But he didn't want to get up at any cost, this was just too good, so he tried to move his hip, tried to get his leg - 

When suddenly he felt Owen's hard-on too. 

God.

Time stood still. 

Just them looking at each other, still panting.... 

And Tom knew this was the moment. 

This was it. 

So he rubbed their hard-ons together lightly.

God, yes.

And it felt even better the second time, when he heard a small moan coming out of Owen's mouth. 

But that was nothing compared to how it felt when Owen's hand slid down to his ass, kneading and squeezing it before going down between his ass a little to grab his leg and pull it up slightly. 

Tom tried to stifle a moan. 

He couldn't tell how much it turned him on. Being grabbed like that while their hard-ons were still pressed against each other. 

As much as he had loved women in his life, Tom was sure, he could only feel something like this with the same sex. 

The same energy...

The same power...

Just being on the same level.

Owen slid his hand into Tom's hair and slowly, very slowly pulled him down... so they could savor this moment of absolute tension.... before their lips would finally meet....

"Tooom!" Tom heard his name being called.

No.

"Tooom!" Lea was calling him.

No!

Tom closed his eyes for a moment.

He felt Owen's hand slip from his neck.

No!

It wasn't real.

This couldn't be true.

He sighed. And looked at Owen.

Who looked at him compassionately.

No! He wanted to kiss Owen, he needed to kiss him, feel his lips...

Again he sighed. And surrendered.

One last time he rubbed against Owen's hard-on, straightened with a flourish, and let out a frustrated growl before shouting down the hill.

"I'm coming!"

Owen chuckled beneath him. "Are you?"

"Not funny." Tom held out his hand for Owen to stand up.

But Owen hesitated for a moment.

"I feel like I’m always looking up to you," he said, smiling up at Tom. "I like it. It's appropriate."

Tom's whole body softened like pudding. And he wished it wasn't.

Because yes, it was just a joke, just a reference, of course....

But still...

And once again, he had absolutely run out of words, and he really needed to change that. Even when he somehow liked the silence when Owen was here.

Together they walked down the hill. And despite his frustration with this situation, Tom was genuinely happy. He couldn't remember when he had felt more comfortable with another person by his side than with Owen. Just walking down a hill.

And even though Tom couldn't quite grasp what had just happened, he knew he would never forget it.

Owen grinned at him. "By the way, I like your hair flip. Kind of sexy. I wish I could do that too."

Tom rolled his eyes, feeling that Owen was really doing this on purpose. And yes, he was embarrassed, but what annoyed him more was that once again he didn't know how to respond.

But before he could think of anything, they were at the bottom of the hill, standing right in front of Lea.

"Are you all right?"

Tom nodded. "I just ... slipped."

Lea looked at him sternly. "Don't do that again, or I won't be able to let you off the leash next time. I don't want Kate yelling at me because you splashed your ankle or something. Okay, let's go then." She signaled him to follow her.

And as soon as Lea turned to leave, Tom turned to Owen, gave him a quick but soft lick just below his earlobe, and whispered, "I think you're sexy as hell, too."

The look Owen gave him was priceless.

Tom grinned triumphantly.

There. Well, who was speechless now?

*

[m111nho]

What a shame

What if after you joined the scouts in order to help Eren get through his Titan experiments with the special operations squad you start getting close to the captain whom you've been bickering with all along?

(A/N) I thought about this while listening to "what a shame" by leyla blue so enjoy,,,I'll probably do sum parts lol.So I'm 4'11 irl,I didn't do it so Levi would be taller.

swearing,kind of violence, insinuated smut, agegap

around 4.8k words<3

(F/N)'s POV

It's now been twenty four hours after the stupid trial they held for Eren and we are about to set off for the old scouts' quarters where Eren will be going under a number of experiments.Now don't get me wrong I love Eren but requesting me to join him with the special operations squad to help him get through it? Couldn't he have asked Mikasa or Armin instead?Well I know they chose me because I was the only one of age,still though at eighteen Mikasa is still stronger than me so I don't see a problem with her replacing me.Yesterday's still fresh in my mind,after the trial Commander Erwin and Captain Levi approached me while I was sitting with Sasha.

"Cadet (L/N) can you join us in my office?"I heard a voice behind me say,I turned around and I was shocked.Commander Erwin with Captain Levi were asking me to join them to Commander's office.Oh shit what did I do?

"Yes sir."I saluted and looked him in the eyes feeling intimidated,I didn't even look at Captain,hell he even scared me from what he did to Eren about an hour ago.He beat the shit out of him infront of everyone for god's sake!

I followed behind them through hallways taking a few turns to Commander's office.I was the last one to enter and I closed the door behind me bracing myself for what's to come.

"Please take a seat (F/N)."Said the commander and I awkwardly sat down in front of them.Then I took the courage to look at Captain only to find steely gray eyes looking back at me,however I kept looking at him while I felt my face getting hot.Now that I've taken a better look at him I don't understand why people don't find him attractive,his face is symmetrical with a straight nose and he has a killer jawline.His hair is pitch black and styled nicely and overall he has a good physique even though he is indeed short,he is taller than me by a few inches though.Of course I've heard the stories of humanity's strongest soldier and how incredible he is but to be honest after today I think that he's nothing more than an entitled ass.A very attractive entitled ass.

I turned my head around to face commander and before I could speak he started talking.

"Don't worry cadet you're not in trouble." I let out a breath I didn't know I held. "What we want from you,is kind of a command." he continued.

"Oh." I said and he probably noticed the glimmer of confusion in my (e/c) eyes.

"Well Eren Jaeger will be brought to the old quarters of the Survey Corps under the supervision of the special operations squad led by Captain Levi,"he motioned to the raven haired man who stood still with an expressionless face."And since Eren will be experimenting all the time I thought that it would be good for him to see familiar faces,so we handpicked you to join him."he finished and I was left speechless.

"Sir,I'm sure Eren would prefer for either cadet Ackerman or cadet Arlert to join him,they're all very close."I said and looked up to the intimidating commander.

"Nonesense the reason we picked you is because you're of age and on top of your class." he replied.

"It's actually cadet Ackerman who's on top,I come in second but okay.I will be joining Jaeger and the special operations squad if that's your command."I slumped down my shoulders.

He nodded and started filling me in on what I would be doing there for the rest of the month.

I sighed turning back to see Petra who was talking with Eld.Oluo was talking about something irrelevant with Eren while Gunther was just waiting for Captain's order for departure.I learned all their names yesterday at dinner since we'll spend quite some time together.Eld and Gunther were more quiet and laid back,Oluo was the one trying to imitate the captain so he talked a lot about past missions and himself.Petra was sweet and I could see she admired captain a lot.Maybe a bit too much but that wasn't for me to judge,she was a few years older than me so we clicked.

"Oi"we heard from the very front of our formation,"We're leaving,follow my lead."Captain Levi said with a stone cold face.

A couple of ''yes sir's" were thrown and we started our journey on our horses.By noon we could see the White castle nestled in between the green of the forest.I was chatting with Petra about her Father,he seemed very sweet like her,when captain spoke.

"So when we arrive we'll be cleaning the whole place,got it?" he said looking at me and Eren.

Both of us nodded frantically but I sighed internally.I never really liked cleaning,I found it boring but I always kept my body and clothing clean,I hated the feeling of filth on me it reminded me of the streets.

We continued galloping until we reached the gates of the castle,it was massive.Oh hell no we'd spend the whole day and night cleaning it,the place looked dirty and in no way shape or form fit for residence.

It was now starting to get dark, it's been a few hours since we arrived and we've been cleaning non-stop.Captain ordered me and Eren to clean the whole the left wing.Eren wouldn't stop talking and all I could do is mentally block him out of my head to keep going with the cleaning.A knock was heard from the door of the room we're now cleaning, a second later captain Levi opened the door and I had to compose myself so I wouldn't laugh.He wore a white bandana over his hair and a fucking mask.Both me and Eren saluted.

"Are you done here?"he asked eyeing the room.

"Not yet captain,we still have a room left but we'll get right to it."said Eren before I could speak,I was still trying to hold my laughter in.

"Eren go start the other room and leave (F/N) to finish this, you'll get it over with more quickly,she will join you when she's done."he ordered and Eren agreed,running off to the next room.

I picked up the rug I was working with on the window and started scrubbing, painfully aware of captain's steely eyes on me.

"I don't know why Erwin picked you to join us."a quiet voice said behind me.

"In all honesty captain neither do I."I said not loosing my temper or turning around,I was familiar with his rude remarks,having heard a lot of soldiers complain about it over the years.I didn't hear anything apart from the door behind me close,leaving me alone.

In what felt years later we were done and heading down to the kitchen to grab some food.I caught Petra by the stairs and we walked down to the kitchen meeting an already seated captain.Petra practically run to the table and I flinched at the noise her shoes made sliding on the rocky floor.

"Captain would you like me to make you some tea?"she asked while I sat two seats away from the head of the table.

"No thank you Petra,I am already aware that you know how to make tea.Cadet (L/N) will make some for all of us."he said looking at me and I returned his gaze slightly nodding.Standing up I made my way to the kettle that was already filled with water,placing it on the stove.A yellow light filled the room and I took the tray with the cups,placing it on the table infront of the captain.When I heard the water bubbling I walked over to the kettle,taking it off the stove and throwing three teabags in it,swirling it around and letting it steep.Minutes later I took the teabags out and held the kettle in my hands.Now back at the table I started with the captain,taking a cup off the tray and placing it near his hand.I could smell his hair from where I was standing,which by the way was kind of behind him and a bit on the left side while pouring tea in his cup.I looked down to him and found him starring sight back to me.

"Do you take it with sugar or milk sir?"I asked keeping the eye contact.He raised his eyebrows.

"No,thank you."I nodded and walked around the table pouring tea to every single one of the special operations squad,Eren and then myself.I could see from the corner of my eye captain holding his cup in a peculiar way,instead of holding it from the handle like a normal fucking person,he holded it from the rim,his palm over the opening.Pouring the last bit of tea to my cup as I sat down I looked at Eren who was talking with Eld,Eld was sitting both on my left and captain's while Oluo was sat at captain's right with Petra next to him on his right .Next to me was Gunter at my right and at the far end of the table was Eren.I drifted off looking down at my cup on the table,my hand wrapped around it when a noise was heard from the kitchen's entrance.It was section commander Hange Zoë.They were supposed to come in tomorrow but I guess they were too excited.

"I was examining two titans we caught alive in the city,I would love for you to help me with tommorrow's experiments.I came here to ask for you permission." they said to Eren.

"An experiment?What am I going to do exactl-" Hange cut him off before he could finish.

"What else except of the amazing thing you already do?"

"Well I can't give you the permission, you see someone else in charge for me."he replied and Hange turned to captain.

"Levi does Eren have to do something tommorrow?"they asked and Captain seemed displeased.

"He has to clean the garden."his reply was short.

"Fine then it's settled!Eren tommorrow we're going to collaborate!"they said taking his hand in theirs.Eren looked overwhelmed.

"Yes."he stuttered."But what kind of experiments to you do with titans?"he asked and their face lit up.

"Uhm,what exactly are this experiments?"he asked once again.Then Oluo spoke.

"Hey stop.Don't ask them this."he said and I looked back at Hange.

"Ah I knew it,your expression have away your desire for knowledge!"the captain suddenly sat up along with everyone else and I did the same.I waved Eren goodbye mouthing <<goodnight>>.I felt kinda bad leaving him there all alone with Hange but he asked for it.As I turned to the left where my assigned room was I was stopped from the captain.

"Since Eren will be accompanying Hange, you'll be cleaning the garden.Understood?"he motioned down infront of the window where an overgrown carden was.I sighed, tommorrow was my day off and I really didn't want to spend it this way.

"I'm sorry captain I'm afraid I can't, tommorrow's my day off."I said respectfully and his jaw clenched.

"I see Erwin hasn't informed you about this,that bastard always leaves the hard work to me."he whispered the last part,almost to himself."Cadet while you're with us here,you will not be having days off."he stated sternly.What?

"What?I never agreed to this."

"You don't need to,these are orders cadet."

"Then I don't want to follow orders."I am not loosing my long awaited day off for this shit.

"You see (F/N), you really don't have a choice so go to sleep and be up at dawn or there'll be consequences, besides it's almost curfew."he swiftly turned around and walked on the opposite direction.Great.

As if his orders were engraved in my mind I really did wake up at dawn.Groaning I dragged myself out of bed and in the bathroom,I doubt anyone will be awake at this time so I didn't bother to change off my nightclothes which consisted of a long white tank top,I noticed that the awaited morning cold had hardened my nipples,and a pair of loose fitting pants.I actually stole these from Reiner,he was about to throw them away anyway because of a rip on the left knee.I sewed it up and now it was my favourite piece of clothing I owned.The cold water run down my body and it waked me up instantly,grabbing the soap bar I scrubbed my hair thoroughly.It smelled like lavender.Finishing up cleansing my body,I run the cold water once a gain to rinse off.I reached for the towel and wrapped it around my body,with my left hand I clenched on the material in order to secure it on my body and on the other hand I had my nightclothes.Walkind down the corridor I shivered,I almost dropped my towel when a dark figure appeared infront of me whilst I made a turn.

"By the walls captain you scared the shit out of me!"I cursed forgetting the ultimately embarrassing situation I was in for a moment.But that moment didn't last long when I remebered my appearance.I felt captain's body tense up under the back of my hand.I was practically stuck on his front so I took a couple of steps back,my face now red from the embarrassment of my captain seeing me like this.I heard him clear his throat and he most probably regained his composure.

"Uh change,have breakfast and go start with the garden.I'll be joining you shortly after I make sure four-eyes doesn't kill Jaeger."he said and I nodded sprinting to my room.Unaware of the pair of bright brown eyes that just saw my entire encounter with captain.

Quickly I pulled on my chest wrappings,underpants and a white shirt with my military trousers.I didn't have to wear the harnesses today so I ditched them in the chair near my bed and I laced up my leather boots.I combed my wet hair with my fingers,they fell just bellow my shoulders in a middle part.The kitchen was empty but it looks like someone has already brewed some tea and there's porridge on the stove.I ate quickly,drinking my tea in a hurry and I left the kitchen.The garden was peaceful but also chaotic.It was so overgrown with weeds and it desperately needed organisation,the stone path was also cover in moss.I picked up the water/vinegar solution and a scrubber.I started working on the stone pavement,getting the moss off.

Some time later it was finally finished,the sun now brightly above my head.A few drops of sweat run down my forehead,my hand willing them off in an instant.

"Oi cadet!How is it going?"captain's voice said.

"So now you join me? It's been surely hours!"just breathe (F/N) don't let your anger take over you.He seemed to catch on my anger even though I tried my best to cover it.I felt a harsh grip on my chin,tilting it up where I met his cold eyes.I was still on my knees and his force hold didn't help.

"Why are you complaining cadet?I already told you I'd be joining you when it was possible."

"Couldn't you have joined me earlier,it surely wouldn't take you more than a few minutes to ensure Eren's safety."I spat at him.

"Now brat even if I didn't join you,you still would have to finish this garden.It's orders."he said releasing my chin from his grasp.My eyes shot daggers at him,only if he weren't my boss..."Anyways I'll help you finish so we can start training."he finished.Training?

"Training?Why?"I asked

"Because." he replied and began to pull on weeds from the garden.What an asshole.Having no other option I did too and almost an hour later we were done.

"Four-eyes must have finished now,I'll get the others,you though should wear your gear."

Truly in about a quarter of a clock we were standing all together for training.Apparently Eren didn't have any progress in transforming,now with a bangdaged hand.

"Warm up, we're doing hand to hand combat today.I'm pretty sure you know it isn't as important with titans but as a soldier you won't have to face only those.Hand to hand combat is something you should rely on when times get tough."said captain."Petra you're with Eren,Gunther you're with Oluo and (F/N) you're with me,I want to test your abilities."he finished,I suppose Eld was helping Hange with something.

Everyone got in a line,captain in front of me.I made sure to keep my ground while he was just there waiting for me to do something.I could hear everyone else grunting while they fought with eachother,yet me and Captain we're not rushing ourselves, circling around each other.

"Aren't you going to make a move on me captain?Afraid aren't we?"I said with a smirk and he scoffed.

"It's not my fucking skills that are being tested (F/N) so just start."he did have a point so with all my strength I went in with my right fist straight to his face,I already knew he'd avoid it so the moment he did I tripped him using my leg.He did however notice and he wasn't about to fall down,at least without me.His right hand grabbed my waist and I fell on top of him with a whelp.In my state of surprise he took both of my wrists,rolling over on my body pinning them over my head.I grunted,his smug face inches from my own,he really did have beautiful eyes.It looked as if I was defeated but I had another trick up my sleeve.Due to my years spent in the streets I had to learn how to adapt so I learnt how to slide over stuff,making me very flexible.Carefully, without him noticing I lifted my right foot from under him and brought it over his left side,me now rolling over him,in his now surprised state his grip on my hands loosened.I retrieved full control of my wrists so I yanked them off his palms completely.I grabbed each one of his hands and pinned them to his sides,now sitting on top of his waist.

"Shorty has lost finally!" a voice said,Hange.

"Tsk,you win cadet,now get off me."I did exactly as he said.He walked back into the castle after dismissing us.

"Oh my god (F/N)!Captain hasn't lost in hand to hand combat,like never!"Petra walked over to me.

"Really?"woah."Well there's a first for everyone,now let's go to eat I'm fucking starving."

After I showered and changed again,fucking Levi had to choose hand to hand combat the day I showered,I went to the kitchen to eat with the others,everyone was already in there eating.I joined in the conversation with Oluo about how wall Rose has little to no supplies left while eating.It wasn't so bad here after all...

Since Hange was joining us we had to add an other chair,with us moving around I ended up to the captain's left,a bit closer than I would have liked.I looked at Oluo across from me and flashed him small smile.After we finished I joined Hange to their laboratory,them explaining me what happened today,Eren and the others will experiment more in the evening.They asked me if I wanted to join them but I said no,I wanted to relax for the rest of the day,maybe read some more pages of my book.It was about a girl who was helplessly in love with someone she couldn't have,it was more of a diary to be honest.It tugged painfully on the strings of my heart for a reason.

"(F/N) I'm going to need your help in the library once four-eyes is gone."captain said opening the door of my room and I screeched.

"Captain what are you doing?I could have been bare!"who even does that?

"Nothing I haven't seen before now in about an hour I need you in the library, we're going to organise the books in alphabetical order and dust the shelves."I groaned but hid it with a cough.

"Yes captain."he nodded and left,as soon as he did I fell on my bed cursing at him.

It is now almost night,me and Levi have took out all the books off the selves.We are dusting the inside of the selves but I can't quite reach the top.Being 4'11 at eighteen isn't enjoyable,even the military's shorty is taller than you.

"What's wrong?"he asked,he must have saw me struggling to reach the top shelf on my tiptoes.

"It's nothing sir, it's just that I can't reach the top shelf don't worry though I'll just get on top of a chair."shrugging it off I started walking towards the end of the room where a stack of chairs was placed.

"Don't you dare step on a clean chair with your shoes.I'll just lift you."he said gabbing my waist with both hands and placing me on his right shoulder so easily,as if I weighted nothing.God how was he able to do it? Military training,the guy's probably shredded.No don't think about his body right now what the fuck.

"Uh alright,can you go to the left and as I clean move to the right?"I felt his head nod on the outside of my left thigh and I started moving.When I finished I felt the weight under me gone and in a matter of seconds I was on the ground with a big thud.

"What the fuck captain why'd you do that?"I said while getting up.

"Revenge for this morning."he walked off and towards the door.

"Asshole..."I said quietly to myself,or I thought so.

"What did you say?"fuck fuck fuck.

"Nothing sir."I replied my face getting red.

"Look cadet I don't know who you think you are but addressing your superiors like this is unacceptable."his words came off aggressively but his face stayed stone cold.

"Well I'm sorry but what am I supposed to say to someone who won't accept their defeat because they think they're so damn unbeatable?"I snapped and in seconds I was pinned to the wall next to the selves.

"This is the last time I'll go easy on you brat, I'm your captain and I demand respect."venom dripping from his words,his hands tugging hardly on my jaw.

"I only show respect when I know it'll be returned and with all honesty sir you've been quite an asshole to me today." I smirked and I felt a hand slap my cheek,not hard but enough to make me angry.

"What the fuck did you just say?"his eyes burning into mine.

"What the did you just do?"I bit back wiggling my way off his grasp,pushing him down with all my strength.I was on top of him now just like in training this morning.

He reached out to turn me around with his hands but I took them both and locked them behind my back.I knew I'd regret this later,but I was so damn mad.

"Cadet get off me right now and I'm willing to forget what happened today."he said scowling.

"There's no way in hell I'm doing that until you apologize for being an asshole."I replied smugly.He must've not liked that because next thing I knew I was under him,his nose grazing mine.I could feel his laboured breathing on my lips and a thought flashed in my mind.As soon as it did I pushed it away.

"Let me go!"my voice trembled from both fear and fury.His hand had clutched both my wrists in a tight grip,his other hand under my chin tilting it up so I wouldn't miss his eyes.I felt the steely gaze piercing through my (e/c) one.Without thinking I subconsciously looked down on his panting lips and returned my gaze back to his.His eyebrows slightly raised,his eyes now we're traveling down to my panting lips.I knew what was bound to happen any second right now.He slightly shifted, softening his grip on my wrists,his straight nose moved on top of mine,a ghost of a kiss lingered millimeters above my mouth.I closed my eyes waiting for him to lock our lips but that moment never came,on the contrary I heard a sound of steps nearing the door.Captain quickly rose to his feet,pulling me up with him.

"(F/N)! Captain!"Eren exclaimed.He seemed quite disappointed,I wondered if he failed again.

"Jaeger help (L/N) finish organising the books."he ordered and left the room.

Putting the books back in the shelves a realisation came upon me.He wanted to kiss me,and I was to kiss him back.

Dinner approached and everyone was in the kitchen eating except captain.

"Hey Petra do you know where captain is?"Gunther asked and she shrugged.

"He seemed angry so I don't know,he might not want to eat tonight."

"Why would he be angry though?"

"I don't know but (F/N) you were with him right?Did you guys fight?" Eren interrupted and I wanted to throw my spoon at him.We were great friends but he just doesn't know when to shut the fuck up.All eyes on me now.

"Well we did kind of have a disagreement." I said looking at my plate."It's okay I, I'll get him some tea and apologize."they all seemed content with my reply.

The tray wobbled in my hands,I reached his temporary office.Knocking twice I heard a voice behind the door say <<come in>> and so I did.

His gaze didn't falter when I stepped in,walking in a straight line after closing the door,I placed the tray on the desk before him.

"Sir,I would like to apologize for today's incident,I shouldn't have been disrespectful to you and I definitely do not want to be the reason you don't get to enjoy this evening with your comrades."I said and the bastard laughed.He laughed.I've never seen him laugh.That's when I noticed a bottle of dark liquid on the corner of the window behind him.

"Cut the bullshit (F/N) we both know you don't feel sorry for anything that happened today."he said,now I understand,his laugh was a mocking one.I mean he wasn't wrong,I only said that to avoid punishment.He sighed and motioned for me to get to the left side behind the desk so I did.Standing up from his seat,his palm cupped the side of my neck,bringing us closer.He didn't get to do anything else though because I took his face between my hands and pressed our lips together.I sighed into the kiss.He kissed me back,forcefully,teeth grazing my lips.Bevuase of my surprised state of teeth on my lips he took the opportunity to lift me up from my waist,sitting me on top of the desk and slipped his tongue in my mouth.He grunted when my hands left his face and went straight on his hair,running my fingertips over his undercut and tugging at the longer hair on top of it.Humming I slowly tore my lips from his,placing small kissed from his chin to his jaw where I traveled down to his neck,leaving opened mouthed kisses all around until I reached the collar of his shirt.My hands trembled while I unbuttoned the first three buttons off his shirt,moving the collar out of the way I attached my lips on the base of his neck,where it connected with his torso and sucked on the skin,slightly biting it.I was no strangers to lovebites.He sucked in a breathe.

"Fuuuuck." a throaty moan came out of him.I smiled to myself and continued with my work,leaving a few more marks to spots I knew his clothing would cover up.As I pulled away from his torso,I looked up at him.His eyes were full of lust,just like mine.I smiled devilishly at him,kissing him once again.We left the office discreetly and he led me to his room locking the door,pinning me against it.

"After all I don't think you mind discipline."Oh boy.

Streaks of blinding gold twinkled over my eyes the following morning.My face twisted,turning around I let my hand touch the bedding but instead it hooked over a hard surface.Then it hit me.Shit,shit,shit.Last night me...and captain...my eyes widened.Red faced me looked up,captain was sleeping with his hands under my waist.Moments of yesterday's interaction flew through my mind when I heard a groan leave his red lips.His hands tightened around my waist bringing me on top of him.That's when his eyes opened up and found my head in the crook of his neck.The muscles of his stomach tensed up.I rose up using the sheet to cover my chest.

"Uh goodmorning captain?"I said unsure of what to say.He grabbed my nape and forced me on his hard chest once more.

"Shut the fuck up."so he didn't want to talk about yesterday,okay he's saving me the embarrassment.His fingers combed through my hair and I hummed kissing the surface of his chest.He tilted my head up by my hair,I felt something harden against my thigh.Morning sex?Count me in.

When I was about to make a move someone knocked on captain's door.Panicking I pulled away and covered myself in the sheets leaving him naked.

"Captain it's almost nine in the morning,how come you haven't gotten up yet?"Petra.

"I have a headache Petra,I'll come down once the painkiller (L/N) gave me starts working."he replied.

"Oh,I'm sorry to hear that sir.I'll go and make you some tea."her steps became less and less loud until they were completely gone.

I covered him with the sheets and started putting on my clothes.After everything was on I turned to the captain.

"I better get going,see you later captain."I smiled and he nodded.Opening the door and making sure no one was around I returned to my room.Now what the fuck was all this?

[yeonjunsgoodgirl]

Eclipse

Chapter two:lunch

Tamaki x reader

Attention: this isn't a one-shot, but a story with chapters. I'll post one chapter every week!

Chapter list

 «What happened? You were late.» asked Shoto at the end of the training.

   «I just...bumped into a senior.» she answered, grabbing the suitcase, still a little lost in her thoughts. She couldn't focus during the training, too lost thinking about that guy, Tamaki. He was a little weird, but he caught her attention. His face with red cheeks was too cute and wasn't planning to leave her mind so soon. Aizawa and her classmates were quite worried during the lesson, noticing how many silly mistakes she had made just because of distraction. Mistakes she'd have never made.

   «You're not feeling well, Y/N? Few days and there'll be the festival! You should be ready!» Kaminari asked, placing his right hand on her shoulder. His tone was kinda worried.

   «I just couldn't focus today, I'm sorry guys.» she said quite embarrassed. «I think today's not the day. It happens, right?»

Everyone nodded taking a breath of relief, except for Bakugou who just stared at her. They met just few months ago, but he was sure enough to affirm she was lying.

He'd always asked to himself the reason why he could stand that girl, but not her brother. Eventually he got an answer: her personality was more similar to shitty hair's one. Positive and bright exactly like Kirishima. He could say that she pissed him off in a different way.

   «Come with me.» he said rudely, grabbing her arm and pulling her along with him in the school's hallway.

   «Hey Bakugou-»

   «Shut up half and half brat.» he cut her off quickly.

   «Where are you- Bakugou!» Kirishima called him confused.

The explosive blond boy rolled his eyes, pissed off. «SHUT THE FUCK UP EXTRA, STOP BREAKING MY BALLS I NEED TO TALK WITH THIS BRAT.»

   «Stop calling me brat!»

Bakugou jerked her arm in order to pull her with him. The boy walked far enough not to let their mates to hear them.

   «So?» he said, staring at her. His arms crossed against his chest.

   «So what? You should tell me, since you're the one who pulled me here!»

   «Huh? You're the one who's lying to everyone here!» he said with high voice. «'Today's not the day' isn't a good reason not to do your best! When you'll be a pro-hero? You won't save citizens because you're not in the mood?!»

   «I-I...»

   «I don't wanna hear a word coming out of that fucking mouth if it's not the truth.» he said seriously.

   «It's just... I bumped into a boy before and he was-»

   «Hold on, if the reason is a boy, I do not give a fuck.» he said suddenly, walking away and leaving her shocked.

   «You asked!»

   «Thinking it was something different. I don't have fucking time for a fucking high school crush!»

   «You- fucking fuckhead!» exclaimed Y/N, slamming her foot on the floor frustrated.

Why did he asked if he wasn't interested?!

   «Something wrong?»

Y/N turned immediately hearing a voice behind her. She froze the moment she noticed it was Mirio, along with Tamaki and a girl with light blue hair. «Mirio senpai! I-it's ok, just my problematic classmate, he headed me here and he...left.» she said, noticing she was almost on the other side of the school, the third year hallway. So were Tamaki a third-year student?

   «Yeah I see.» Mirio laughed.

   «T-Tamaki senpai!» she exclaimed, maybe a little too high. «I-I'm sorry about what happened before... M-may I offer you l-lunch?»

Her face was hot, she could feel it, in fact she was trying to lower her temperature through her quirk. Why was she so nervous?

Before Tamaki could get the chance to answer, Mirio pushed him towards Y/N with the other girl's help and greeted him. The boy stared at his friends shocked and speechless for what they had just done.

   «Oh I never introduced myself... I'm Todoroki Y/N.» she said, tapping at his shoulder to catch his attention.

   «I-I'm Tamaki A-Amajiki...» he said avoiding her gaze and blushing. «You don't have to...»

   «Just want to make it up for before. L-let's go?»

Tamaki started walking in silence, his hands into his pockets and eyes glued on the floor.

Y/N looked at him with the corner of her eye, not knowing what to say. The silence was kinda embarrassing. Once they arrived in the cafeteria, Y/N bought the lunch for both of them. Sitting at the same table caught lots of curious eyes which were glued on them: a third-year and a first-year together.

   «Am I making you feel uncomfortable?» she asked grabbing her chopstick and waiting before eating her soba.

Tamaki looked at his food, playing with his hands under the table. Imagining a potato wasn't working. «N-not exactly...I'm not an extrovert person, t-that's it. I'm always l-like this when I'm w-with someone new...»

   «Oh...I'm so sorry, if you prefer having lunch with your friends-»

   «No!» he widened his eyes, realizing he used too much emphasize. «I-I can stay...»

   «You sure?»

   «Y-Yeah...»

Time passed, and almost at the end of the lunch, Y/N noticed Tamaki was more relaxed in her presence. But she didn't miss the mischievous smiles and glances Mina was giving her.

At the end, she found a way to start a conversation with him. He wasn't so inclined to open a bit with her, but then he started do be more confident, answering some questions and even asking something himself. He almost felt comfortable with that girl.

   «I-I've heard about the villains attack at the USJ...» said Tamaki, once he finished his food.

   «Oh yeah, that was... I don't even know how to explain it. It seemed they just wanted All Might I think? The other villains were too weak, they needed them just to keep us busy according to me. But this is just my opinion.»

   «I'd have been so nervous...I mean, it was your first time with villains.» he murmured, looking into her eyes feeling a strange feeling of confidence.

   «Yeah, but no... I mean I got more worried when that Nomu attacked the others. The one which fought against All Might.» she confessed with a little smile on her lips.

   «I'd like to be confident as you are.» said the boy honestly. «I mean, you don't hesitate when you have to do something.»

Y/N smiled. «I think you're perfect this way. Don't misunderstand me, but according to me it depends on the environment in which you grow up.»

   «W-what about yours?»

Hearing that question, Y/N's face got darker as she lowered her head. «M-mine?»

Tamaki was panicked seeing her reaction. Did he said something wrong? Was it too personal to someone she had just met? His heartbeat started to accelerate, scared about her possibly reaction. Did he just ruined everything?

The boy shut up, biting the inside of his cheek not knowing what to do, feeling the familiar feeling brought by an embarrassing silence. He has never been this invasive asking such questions.

   «We're not even close to a decent family, I think? Our father's strict. We don't have many relationships with our siblings. It's complicated...» she answered not falling into details.

   «I'm sorry, I didn't mean-»

   «Don't worry, you didn't know.» she smiled. Tamaki felt a little guilty, she didn't seem to be so glad to talk about her family. It seemed that being the daughter of the number two hero wasn't so easy.

They spent their last minutes together until they saw everybody moved out of the cafeteria, understanding it was time to go back into their classes. For the first time, Tamaki greeted someone reluctant. But his cheeks had become bright red, hearing her say 'see you tomorrow'.