#me having to stop to put my head in my hands every 10 seconds while editing this: HE'S A SWEETIE.....

[captain-huggy-bear]

No because also Quinn to me, loves to make marks on you, but those ones that are visible to his eyes only

You're so right and so valid on this because I totally agree that Quinn is a marker. Definitely bites, definitely leaves hickeys but they're more privately placed. They're for him so that when he takes your clothes off he can get a little thrill from seeing that he's got a claim on you, knowing no one else gets to touch you or kiss you like he does. 18+ MDNI/NSFW under the cut - still think my NSFW is naff but the more you practice, right? This got out of hand and went from tiny to not so tiny... Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :) Writing Masterlist

Quinn Hughes does not leave hickeys on your neck. There are a few reasons for this. The first is your job. Quinn's mindful of the fact you can't just walk into work covered in hickeys, aware that covering them would make your long day even longer and be an inconvenience. Something he never wants to be to you. He'd rather you get an extra 10 minutes of sleep than have to spend those 10 minutes hiding all his marks.

The second reason is entirely more possessive and machoistic. He doesn't leave hickeys on your neck because he's too busy leaving them across your inner thighs, your hips, your stomach, your chest, because only he gets to see those areas, because only he gets to put his mouth on you like that. If he could he'd write his name in marks across your skin, a big neon sign to anyone who ever dared get that close to you that you were off limits.

But you're a good girl, his good girl and you'd never let anyone else that close. So, they're mostly for him, for his own sense of male pride every single time he takes your clothes off.

Like now. Quinn's always gentle when he helps you out of your clothes and today is no different, peeling your dress from your body like it's the most fragile thing in the world, being mindful of your hair and face as he pulls if over your head and lays it on the back of a chair. He's tender as your bra is unclasped, red marks from the band being soothed by long fingers, and your panties are stripped off until you're bare and naked in front of him. It's impossible to be self-conscious like this around Quinn with the way he looks at you like you're an altar for him to worship at, an idol for devotion and prayer.

He's loving when he pushes you back until your laying flat on the bed, shifting a pillow under your neck and one under your hips to make sure you're comfortable before settling himself to kneel between your thighs. Quinn's hands fall to your knees, warm, long fingers dancing across your knees up and up, as he takes you in.

You're gorgeous to him, always have been, but his focus isn't on your centre, wet and slick for him, or your breasts like you might expect from a man when his girlfriend is laid bare before him. No, Quinn's focus is on the fading marks littering your skin, the one's that he placed there over the course of days and weeks.

His fingers follow the fading hickeys on the inside of your thighs, you shifting with a quiet moan at the feeling across your sensitive skin. It feels like a tease. The way he grazes those marks softly, lightly, enough pressure to set your nerves alight but not enough to do anything meaningful.

Quinn reaches your hips, the fingertip shaped bruises there from a few days go when he gripped your hips so tight while fucking, so tight his mark was left there and he'd kissed them as an apology, one you didn't even want because you'd loved it. He leans forward now, lips pressing back to those marks, opening lightly to suck on them, tongue laving over them, deepening the faded purple to fresh and new, as blood vessels burst under his tongue. Your hips shift underneath him, unable to stop it as slick gathers between your thighs, clit throbbing because his attention is in the wrong place.

"Quinn..." you breathe his name out like a prayer, soft and gentle but filled with the sort of desperation that has him stopping, smirking into your hip as he looks up at you from underneath his lashes, eyes dark with want.

"Patient, baby, 'm admiring my handy work." Fingers dance back down and smooth over your inner thighs, thumbs rubbing at the crease between thigh and hip, a purposeful tease now because you're squirming and sighing and he can't help himself.

"Quinn..." You're so impatient he almost wants to laugh, but he's not done yet, wants to admire every old mark on you first and then add some new ones before anything more. You need to be patient for him, he can't be rushed right now.

"You can be patient for me, can't you, baby? You're my good girl, you gonna show me that, yeah?"

"Yeah..." It's instinct, hardwired into you at this point, that when Quinn calls you his good girl you can't help but agree to whatever he wants. You'll be patient no matter how frustrating it is, because he's asked you to be, because you want to be so, so good for him and you know you'll be rewarded for it.

"Atta girl." You don't urge him to do something again, not this time, not even as he's kissing up your hip and to your tummy, the hickeys he'd left there a week ago just about visible. So faded that it's just a shame in his eyes.

He takes his time with your soft stomach, presses his chest against your hips so you can barely squirm, barely wriggle beneath him. His lips take your skin between them, sucking and kissing until he's renewed each and every mark. The faded spots now bright red and purple, hands still grazing your inner thighs as he moves higher.

Quinn's lips follow a trail up your navel and chest, finding the marks across your boobs, the marks here varying i ages and shades of purple and red. New ones from the other day still going strong, while older ones have all but disappeared, it's a shame he thinks, that there are so many empty spots across the plush skin. There's nothing that could stop Quinn from filing those gaps, just as there's nothing that can stop your hands jumping to his hair when he begins to suck on the sensitive skin of your left breast, determined to fill the gaps.

You're squirming harder underneath him, throbbing at your core, slick with want as your fingers tug hard at his brunet strands. Still you don't ask him to stop, don't ask him to touch you more, just whimper and moan out his name in encouragement as he fills in each blank spot across your breasts.

When he pulls back finally you're a Monet painting, a Jackson Pollock of hickeys and bruises but only in your most intimate areas, only in places no one else will get to see, only for him. He smirks down at you with heavy lidded eyes, darting across your skin like the marks are the best painting he's ever seen and then he stops, eyes fixed on your thighs. His expression grows dissatisfied because he forgot to press new marks on your inner thighs, those marks fading and nearly gone, something he simply cannot allow.

You don't even get a beat to breathe, a moment to think before he's sliding down your body and pressing your hips down to the bed with one forearm, lips pressing to your right thigh and sucking hard.

"Quinn!" You can't help it, his name comes out like a desperate mantra as he all but attacks your thighs, the most sensitive skin being assaulted with hickeys. Marks sucked in, fingertips pressing, from just above your knee, up, up and up until he's almost at your centre before he switches thighs. You're certain this is how you'll die, unsatisfied, running a fever, practically gushing between your thighs while Quinn seems all but disinterested in anything that isn't marking you up like his property.

He's not cruel though, no Quinn could never be cruel to you not when you're being so good for him. It's what has him shifting one of your legs over shoulder while his fingers track their way up your thigh to your centre. The first touch of his fingertips against your slit has you practically jumping, unexpected but not unwelcome. He wastes little time in pressing a finger into you, sliding in oh so easily. Your walls clamp around his finger like his lips clamp around the flesh of your thigh and you can't help the shameless moan that falls from your chest as you squirm.

It's the most delicious form of torture, one finger moving inside you, your walls pressing against it but nothing more, it's not enough. But you know asking for more won't get you anywhere, so all you can do is moan his name, take the little he gives you even as slick practically drips down your thighs.

He doesn't let up when he pulls back to look at his handy work, in fact, Quinn slips a second long finger inside you as he looks at the marks across your thighs. Scattered marks of purple and red covering the inside of your thighs in the best sort of way, the way that he knows no one would be able to mistake that you're taken, you're his and only his. It sends a possessive sort of thrill through him to have you under him like that, covered in his marks and writhing with his fingers plunging into you. It's the sort of thrill that has him so proud of you for being so good for him, so proud he just wants to reward you for all your patience.

"You've been so good for me, baby, such a good girl, yeah?"

You can't even speak, just nodding your head frantically as heavy eyes look up at him, so desperate for something, anything that'll finally make you cum. He can't help the pride he feels because he knows he's ruined you for anyone else. No one could treat you this good, no one could get you off like this, no one could make you such a good girl for them but him. You're his no matter what.

"Gonna reward you, baby, give you what you need."

There's no preamble, no build up or hesitation before he's settling back between your thighs, throwing both legs over shoulders and sucking your clit into his mouth, your back arching off the bed at the sudden sensation.

Quinn's fingers don't let up, thrusting in and out of you, searching for that spongy spot just at the back of your walls that has you whining. Lips latched onto your clit like it's a popsicle for him to suck on. He's building you up to that high you've been waiting on all night, your walls gripping him so tightly it's almost a chore to move his fingers.

You whine in frustration when his fingers leave you, lips popping off your clit, and you're scared he's going to leave you like that, that you haven't been good enough.

"Don't worry, baby, I've got you, promise, just want a taste of you..." He follows through on his promise, your frustration giving way to pleasure as his mouth finds your slit, his fingers swapping to your clit.

His tongue slides into you, moaning against you at your taste, as your legs clamp around his head like a vice and Quinn's pretty certain he'd die happy like that. That he'd be happy to go so long as it was suffocated in your cunt with your thighs crushing his skull. He pulls you as close to his mouth as he can, fingers pressing more firmly in circles around your clit until you're feeling too much, over sensitive and trying to pull away but he doesn't let you go, not done. Not had his fill, not happy until he hears your gasps and moans stop, breathing halted as you finally cum for him, slick flooding his mouth like some sort of divine nectar of the gods.

He keeps going even after you've cum, not content with just one orgasm from you, a couple of fingers sliding in besides his tongue and crooking against that spongy spot inside you. You're sensitive, overly so and it's not long before the crooking of those fingers combined with the slide of his tongue against your clit has you orgasming for the second time.

This time when your hands push at his shoulders he withdraws, coming up for air, slick around his mouth and chin, fingers leaving you as you wince.

"Taste so fucking good, baby..."

"Quinn..." He crawls up your body until he's leaning over you, lips pressing to your cheek messily even as he leaves your own cum behind in a glistening trail.

"Been such a good girl for me, angel, so good. You okay?" His nose nuzzles behind your ear and it's gentle, sweet. He's rock hard, but he doesn't care, just cares about you, how you're doing, if you want more or if you want cuddles. Either is good for him.

"Mmm, need you in me, please?"

"Yeah? You sure you can take it?" He's not even being cocky, just concerned that you might be too sensitive, that it might be too much after 2 orgasms.

"Can take it, promise."

"You tell me if you want to stop, yeah, baby?" You nod, but that's not good enough for him.

"Use your words, baby."

"Promise, Quinny"

"Good girl," He slips in with such ease you're gasping at the sudden intrusion, legs clamping over his hips to draw him closer until the head of his cock is up against that spot that has your jaw dropping open, moan drawn from the back of your throat, head dropping back.

He sets a hard pace because he's so ready to cum, been holding back for so long that he needs you to cum one more time so he can finally get his own release. Quinn's hips smack into yours, the sound of slick, of skin hitting skin filling the air around the two of you. Your hands are around his shoulders, nails digging into his skin to leave half-moon circles, while one of his holds your throat, pressing the sides just enough for that coil in your belly to wind tighter.

His free hand slips between the two of you, two fingers sliding over your clit, circling, earning a gasp from you as your walls squeeze his cock so tight he has to stop, take a moment, before continuing.

It's times like this, when you're gripping him raw that he's thankful for the pill, for the fact that that moment you cum around him, your walls so tight that he's following after, that he can spill inside you without thinking.

[hrts4nagi]

she's the man!

paring :: itoshi rin x f!reader

synopsis :: hiori y/n is devastated after the news of the girls soccer team being cut from the sport program and unable to join the boys team. to rub more salt on the wound, she just broke off with her long-time boyfriend. devising a plan, she disguises herself as her twin brother to take his place at blue lock academy, an all-male prep school.

what she doesn’t expect is falling in love with the academy’s star player.

08.

wc:: 549

“okay, but how did you manage to hide every single soccer ball?” reo questioned, baffled at the situation. 

“a magician never reveals his secrets!” 

there the blue lock team was, all gathered together in the locker room. some elated at the delay, (especially nagi and isagi), others indifferent, but of all people in the room, there was one person who could just strangle bachira right now. 

rin facepalms at bachira’s actions. he was undoubtedly pissed that practice was pushed back, it's only been a couple days since the semester started. all rin wanted to do was get his hand on the ball to practice. if he didn't practice, that meant falling behind. falling behind meant he would be unable to beat his brother. he grows enraged at the thought.

you sigh plopping down onto the bench next to chigiri, “is he usually like this?”

“unfortunately, yes.” you shake your head at the situation. you take in a deep breath feeling one of your cramps coming down. “i’m just gonna lie for a bit, wake me up when warm-ups start?”

chigiri nods as you find comfort in curling up into a fetal position on the bench. maybe nagi was onto something with his power naps before practice. your eyebrows start to furrow in pain as the cramps start up and you wish for nothing more than to be a boy at that moment. all you could think about was miso providing warmth as a substitute for a heating pack. your frown deepens and eyes start to tear up at the thought of your precious cat.

damn hormones.

“hey, hiori why do you have tampons and pads in your bag?” bachira questions holding up both products in his hands.

crap.

you sit up quickly, at the speed that your vision blurs for a second. the heat raises to your cheeks as your mind short-circuits scrambling to find an excuse, any excuse. you look everywhere but towards bachira when you finally get an idea. suddenly, you spring up from the bench. 

“uhm, you guys ever have really bad nosebleeds? like, let's say when you run head first into someone or one of those moments?” some nod along in compliance.  “well, i use them to stop said nosebleeds! see!” you snatch a tampon out of bachira’s hand and stick it up one of your nostrils as demonstration. you shake your hands to bring more emphasis.

half the locker room looks dumbfounded at your statement while the other nod in agreement. “maybe i should get some myself,” mutters isagi. 

“okay, but that doesn't explain the pads,” nagi points out. 

“oh these? i found that these are more effective than bandaids! like when the inside of my cleats rub too hard against my heel i like to put them in my shoe!”

“that doesn't sound like a bad idea actually,” reo thinks. “hey, maybe i can pitch this to the old man.” 

you let out a sigh of relief, retreating back to the bench. “they actually bought it.” you mutter under your breath, slightly baffled and the other half proud in a way. 

rin lets out his fifth sigh in the span of 30 minutes. he was positive that with you being here was taking off a mere 5 years off his life-span. scratch that. maybe even 10.

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[kbsd]

i guess one day we really ought to let her know we all love you, shifty disco girl

[medicinemane]

Few things piss me off more than when I'm researching something, and I find someone asking the question I want answered, and the response is just "you shouldn't want that, just do this instead"

Today, it's me trying to look up a build for this witch farm concept that uses raid captains to manipulate the witches ai instead of using redstone

"Just use the shifting floors farms, they're just about as good" people respond... you stupid prick, that's not an answer to the question actually asked. I don't know about these guys, but me, I want it cause it's novel and there's no redstone, and I like putting bespoke prestige projects on my server... you might have noticed I tend to do form over function on a lot of my farms... so this is about form, the function is just a bonus

Second example, I wanted to see if there was any way to make Terra Invicta load faster, "just don't save scum"... you idiot, one that's just stupid advice, people can play games however they want, but two this once again doesn't answer the question

Like yeah, how dare people want to know if there's a way to make a game load saves faster when loading takes like 1 minute

If they at least phrased stuff like "sorry, I don't know how to do that, he's an alternative you might try", it's not helpful but it's at least polite

But man... I just get tired of people not answering the question being asked and instead answering the one they've decided was asked

(Actually, a legit real problem in the real world such as... with doctors who don't listen to their patient and decide they know what's really being asked. Don't do it, answer the asked question, or at least ask questions to confirm what's being asked before going off pig headed)

[astralis-ortus]

sunday, sunday, sunday

✱ husband!bc × fem!reader

— now, and every sundays to ever come. i want to spend them all with you.

w.count → 1.1k genre → fluff, fluff, fluff. just tooth rotting fluff. warnings → very minor cussing (just once)(atp cussing is a given lol), kissing, time jump (twice), chan referred to as chris a.n → blame the man for putting the idea in my head like what can i do??? his insta post??? hello??? not to mention his song recommendation while i was writing this??? laufey's like the movies??? what??? he wants me dead atp<////3 ⋆ see masterlist

it’s sunday.

to be fair, it has been sunday since the moment chris’ eyes flew open a few hours ago. it’s sunday when he got ready, it’s sunday when he got his light makeup and hair settled, it is sunday when he finally wore the crisp tailored suit that has been turning his heart into the loudest marching band ensemble he’d ever known.

but to be fair,

it’s not just any sunday.

“bring those shoulders down, hyung. you’re gonna get cramps at this point.”

“oh shut up,” chris groaned, feeling more embarrassed about the fact that he got caught more than the fact that his nerves are firing non-stop at an untraceable rate. “just take the pictures, felix.”

albeit rolling his eyes at chris’ rather feisty comment, it was proven impossible to wipe the cheeky grin off the younger’s clearly ecstatic face. after all, it’s a monumental day in chris’ life—and he’s very honored the older trusted his (and technically hyunjin’s) skills to capture the day’s earlier moments.

“see? that’s already all better,” felix cheerily quipped, snapping several pictures as soon as he caught a glimpse of chris fixing his posture. besides, a little movement here and there does make the picture come out a lot more natural, which was the one thing you repeatedly told him (and hyunjin) as something you wanted to see most in the final cuts.

you.

the mere thought of you was enough to melt the remaining stillness present in chris’ face.

it has been a wild few months; meetings after meetings, fittings after fittings, testing, changes in plans, some other minor revisions, checklist, checklist, checklist. chris was justifiably spent, and so were you. there were arguments (you refused to call them fights, knock on wood), there were a couple of shed tears (out of frustration, of course), there were a few hours of leaving each other on read (justifiably so, considering both of you are quite the stubborn pair), but there were also a lot of make-up dates, plenty of exchanged giggles of excitement, and bountiful of prayers for the days to come.

those days have been wild, and this sunday will begin to prove that every second of it was worthwhile.

“chris hyung!”

woken up from his trance, the glint on chris’ eyes finally returned as he found hyunjin’s head peeking from inside the room—the one he’d been waiting on for the past 10 minutes while his head was busy creating bits and pieces for his life montage.

“ready to see your bride?” asked the younger, grin replicating the ones felix is sporting behind his lenses.

am i ready?

palms running over the fabric of his carefully crafted suit, ones you finally chose after debating over a dozen others you deem was ‘not grand enough for someone about to spend the rest of my life with’, chris took one final breath.

“ready.”

it’s sunday.

it’s been exactly a week since your wedding day, and you finally got your hand on the stack of developed pictures courtesy to your now-husband’s talented teammates. originally, you wanted to take part in picking the films, but the duo was pretty convincing when they said waiting for their pick would make a good little surprise to enjoy on your honeymoon trip.

“come on,” chris beckoned, curls framing his beautiful face while his hand motioned to the empty spot next to him on the bed; one you just left after a call from the front desk informing you about the tiny package under your husband’s name. “let’s see how hyunjin did at taking your pictures.”

“and felix at yours,” you added with a grin, swiftly claiming your throne while your fingers were busy ripping open the brown envelope. “i want to see my husband as much as you wanted to see your wife, you know. not to mention, that suit was absolutely perfect on you.”

“not again,” his defeated giggles has been chris’ way to answer to your every compliment on his look since the day of your wedding. “you need to stop that before my head blows up to the size of a hot air balloon, my love.”

“well,” you shrugged, finally getting your hand on the stack of pictures before then snuggling right into the warmth of chris’ arms, “have you ever thought about trying not to be so hot all the da-“

and of course, stealing kisses has also been his alternative should you continue to run your mouth and try to turn him into a blushing mess.

as if that’s not exactly the reason why you kept up with the praises.

“can we start looking at the pictures,” he muttered over your lips, evidently smiling as his lips brushed against yours, “or do i still need to shut you up?”

you hummed, letting the warmth of his skin hover over your face before your lips captured his in a quick peck, “pictures. need to see my cool husband.”

the way his laugh reverberates against his chest never fails to warm you up.

“okay, picture it is then.”

it’s sunday.

you didn’t expect moving to be this hard—sure, you’ve been living together with chris even before you two got married, but had you really been accumulating that many stuffs?

“fuck—i think it’s not the right screw,” your husband’s mutters forces your line of sight to gravitate towards his hunched figure, still hovering over the half-built shelf on the floor of your living room.

“you reckon it should still stick out this much?” he questioned, beckoning you to look at the silver piece, sticking out like a sore thumb. “no, right?”

“think not,” you huffed, crouching next to chris to look at the scattered pieces around him, “was this all? did they send the wrong one?”

chris groaned in defeat, deciding to lean onto your warmth instead of voicing his answer. maybe building your own furniture was not exactly a good idea to spend your first weekend home after your honeymoon trip.

treading your fingers through his soft curls, you then came up with a suggestion, “i’ll get you a pineapple juice then we’ll figure it out together, yeah?”

and it sure perked him right up.

looking at you with sparkles lighting up in his eyes, it felt right—it felt like even through the worst sundays, chris would still be the there to welcome you home.

“thank you,” he grinned—the boyish kind. the one that made you feel like a swarm of butterflies, one that gets you blushing like a schoolgirl in front of her first ever crush. his lips then found its home on the bare of your thigh, printing a quick kiss on the surface, “you’re the best.”

“mm, i know,” you answered with a giggle, feeling the warmth breaking through your skin before returning the kiss on his plump lips while feigning ignorance to the way your heartbeat grew louder by the second.

“you’re still the bestest of the best, though. can’t beat you.”

©️ astralisortus, 2024. | likes and reblogs are highly appreciated♡

[justliketoreadsowhat]

All-Star Weekend ✯

✯ 𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 & 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 ✯

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“𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎𝟎° 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬? 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲“ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞.

"The jacket goes with my outfit!" you protested tugging on your jean jacket. "We're gonna be inside anyways, the air will be blasting in there"

Arenas were always overly cold, one of the many things you've learned while being with Paige for the past two years. Today was one of her first All-Star appearances of her career. You made it your #1 priority to be there, even if that meant melting away from the scorching heat.

"Whatever you say, the outfit is beautiful though don't get me wrong" she smiled pulling down your cream-colored dress.

"It's meant to be short Paige! you're gonna stretch it out" moving away from her grip, re-adjusting yourself for another countless time in the mirror.

"I can stretch it it out some more if you want me to" her smug smirk formed in the corners of her lips, eyeing your figure"

"Don't start something you can't finish, we're gonna be late anyways let's go" pushing her taller frame out the doorway, your palms pressed against her bare skin, exposed by her bright green mesh crop top.

"Are you doubting me right now?" she questioned squinting her eyes "I was ready 20 minutes ago anyways, you're the one who decided to dress like the Met-Gala". Paige always had to make sure she got the last word and hated being proven wrong, her competitiveness shined throughout every conversation.

Luckily, she met her match the moment she laid eyes on you.

"Well then, I guess I'll stay here and go out by myself in my "Met-Gala" outfit" Crossing your arms, patiently waiting for her to give in.

"Alright come onnn" grabbing both your hands kissing them gently, ushering you out the door.

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The two of you arrive promptly 10 minutes early surprisingly. Cars were lined up past the building, as some people resorted to parking in the grass. The music blasting from the inside could be heard from miles away. The atmosphere was so lively, it was such a rush of excitement.

"You nervous?" Paige questioned. Being so indulged in the scenery, you zoned out, silencing any form of words being said to you.

Snapping out of it you turned to your girlfriend who had a concerned look on her face. "Yeah I'm good, it's beautiful out here"

She nodded in agreement, placing her arm around your shoulders pulling you closer. "If anything I should be asking you that question"

"Nah, real ones never get nervous" denying her nerves rising with each second. Patting her biceps, flexing her muscles.

"You've got to stop doing that' shaking your head in disapproval. "Let's go see what's going on inside" nudging her side.

Hoping out the car taking her soft hands into yours, you felt the warm heat hit your skin painfully slow. You wouldn't dare fix your lips to say you were hot though.

Stepping foot into the arena, the view filled with children of all ages dribbling basketballs that were about 3x their size. Applause and frequent screams erupted throughout the air as Paige walked in front of you.

You smiled to yourself seeing the outgoing love and support she received no matter where she went. It was all well deserved.

"They're all so cute" she gushed over the children running rampt across the court. Paige always loved kids and they loved her equally as much. "I know, we gotta get some good pictures with them! I'm gonna find a seat to get a good shot"

You had been urgent to put your digital camera to use and now was the perfect time. Soon you would have your own scrapbook filled with photos to embellish your core memories with the love of your life.

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𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝟗:𝟒𝟕𝐩𝐦

“𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞!!“ 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐞��𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫“

You sighed looking up from the kindle, eager to finish the last chapter of your novel. You had already showered, did your skin care, had your sweet treat before bed and filled your Stanley with ice cold water for the night.

Paige on the other hand, insisted on going out with a couple of her friends who you absolutely adored, but once you were settled in bed, there was no going back out.

"You're right I'm not gonna say no, I'm going to nicely decline your offer" you stated, focusing your eyes back on your book.

"You just don't want to see me win" she groaned walking into the bedroom. Her footsteps heavier than usual causing you to pause your reading once more.

Looking up you met with Paige who had completely changed her outfit for earlier. Her black crop top was accompanied by her silver chain that read "pb5" " Her white collared button-up had slight paint splatter spread across it. Black distressed jorts flattered her tall frame perfectly, crips white air forces on her feet, per usual.

"You like the fit huh?" she beamed doing a 360 spin for your viewing

You couldn't hide your laugh as your admired her physic. She always looked utterly perfect. "You look so beautiful P, as always, but I'm still not making a tik tok with you"

She groaned once more, jumping on the bed rolling her into entire body onto yours, nearly suffocating you. "At least go out with me, pleaseee" she pleaded, burying her face into your neck.

Although Paige was always the life of the party, she adored you being there with her, even if it was from a distance. You were the puzzle piece keeping her together.

"Okay fine" you mumbled kissing her head softly "but I need more than 10 minutes to get ready so don't rush me this time"

Lifting her head she gave you a confused look "Why can't you wear what you have on?"

"My pajamas?!"

"it's dark in there, nobody is gonna see fr"

Snatching the pillow next to you, smacking her head against it. “Just get up so I can get ready Bueckers"

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[mind-intheclouds342]

I found her first - Jimmys pov

This chapter contains mature and dark content.

This is the little bonus (from Do it for them) chapter about why Jimmy is so mad about the cute couple we love.

Jimmy: "Do I really have to use that crap?"

He complained while running his hand over his member to make it hard, so he could put on the condom.

"I already told you, sweetheart, no party without a hat~ don't feel left out, I do this with everyone who comes through here~"

The only thing separating them was that wall, and the only thing connecting them was that hole through which the man slid his member, immediately letting out a moan upon feeling lips on it.

That was one of his favorite places, his favorite mouth, he spent his money there every time those lovely lips were on the other side.

He immersed himself in the pleasure and compliments he could hear from the other side, he adored every second of it.

"Oh~! Did you finish, darling? You've lasted longer than last time~ what a good boy!"

Jimmy: "Shut up... get ready for your payment"

He heard the giggle from the other side and slid the bill through the slot, seeing the edge of a bra and placing it right there.

Jimmy: "You say that you charge others first before providing your service... Why do you let me do it later?"

"Because you are my favorite customer~ and I trust you!"

Those words melted him, he always asked the same thing, to receive the same answer, it made his ego grow bigger.

He already noticed that her favorite mouth was in different places, not just doing these jobs.

When he knew he could find her in the alleys looking for something good to smoke and to forget about the world, he knew how to find her.

"20 dollars? Let's go... That's excessive for this amount..."

She complained but was desperate to get the only thing that relaxed her.

Jimmy: "Can you do something for me to get it for just 10?"

That's how he managed to see her face and her lips back on his member, but there he didn't receive any kind of praise, just a quick suck, but it was worth it to see her face, how her eyes rolled back when he pushed her head, making her choke on him, he loved being able to do that.

But it drove him crazy that she wouldn't even look at him, always avoiding any kind of eye contact.

To then end up smoking together by the shores of the lake at that place.

Jimmy: "You could get it for free if you would just let me..."

"No"

She said curtly, looking at the lake and scratching his leg repeatedly, which she couldn't stop moving.

Jimmy: "I'm just saying... I could give you a place to sleep, you know."

"Go to hell"

Jimmy: "You too"

He loved her company.

It was still very much present the day he had been cornered by a group of teenagers who tried to steal the merchandise he had to sell in that area.

They were armed with sticks and a knife, being five against just one, the man was at a disadvantage.

Until she arrived, without any remorse, she hit one on the head with a glass bottle, breaking it.

She grabbed him by the neck and pointed the broken bottle at his face.

"Leave him alone, or I'll kill your friend right here."

No matter how bad they wanted to appear, they couldn't leave their friend behind, so they dropped their weapons and left.

"That should at least give me a week of something good without any payment, right?"

She commented, taking her hand to help her up.

Jimmy: "Bitch, you only helped me for that"

"Of course, you bastard, do you think I care about you?"

But the smile with which she said it, said the exact opposite for him.

For him, she was his companion, a woman he could turn to at any moment, as long as he gave her something in return.

That's why when he saw her by his side... Immediately, his whole world crumbled.

Curly: "Jimmy! Let me introduce you to (Y/n)"

It was the first time he heard her name.

He watched her as she hid behind her friend, avoiding his gaze, fully aware of the things she had done with him, as if she wanted to pretend they had never happened.

Why are you with him?

Why do you hold onto him like that?

Are you really going to leave me?

They were questions that always crossed his mind, furious at having to witness how something that was his, something he had achieved on his own, was snatched away by someone else.

From that moment on, he never stopped insulting her, only saying unpleasant things about her to his friend, hoping that one day he would leave her and she would be his again.

But that never happened.

Jimmy: "Goddammit Curly, why don't you answer?"

He complained by leaving messages for his friend, with whom he was supposed to meet that day. He was going to his house and knocked on the door loudly to get his attention.

After several minutes, the man opened the door, embarrassed, wearing only his pants.

Curly: "Jimmy! We were supposed to meet today, weren't we? I'm sorry, I fell asleep! I'll get ready right away and let's go!"

He immediately knew it was a lie when he saw her hiding behind a wall, spying, with a blanket covering her body.

I also want to see it.

I also want to have it.

Why did you give it to him when I've kindly asked you so many times?

Jimmy: "Get ready quickly! You're wasting my time..."

His friend laughed and nodded, apologizing again for the problem.

Even their hopes of reclaiming what was theirs did not fade.

Even after they have gotten married.

He was going to get what he wanted, even if he had to snatch it from his friend's hands.

After all, he found her first.

[authorhjk1]

Interlude: Venice

(IU X Male Reader )

Lee Jieun puts a strand of hair behind her ear, before smiling at the camera. The photoshoot is turning out really well. She got more than enough gorgeous pictures taken and only half of the day has gone by so far.

She is already excited about the second half of the day. You had to promise her that you would spend your time with her throughout the next three days. More than enough time so satisfy every single one of her needs.

"Alright."

IU smiles as the photographer stops taking pictures.

"We are finished with the first part. The second one will start in ten minutes. Miss Lee, we are going for a couple shoot this time."

The Korean woman politely bows her head, before heading towards her dressing room.

As she opens the door, she stops in her tracks.

"W-What are you doing here?"

You look up from your phone, seeing a stunned IU.

"I'm your partner for your shoot."

"But-"

You get off the sofa.

"You don't think I'm handsome enough?"

"Y-You are, but-"

Jieun seems afraid that someone could find out. The relationship between the two of you needs to be a secret.

"I just didn't expect you to be here."

"Why not? I promised to fuck you, didn't I?"

Jieun glances behind her making sure the door really is closed.

"But not here!"

She whispers a shout, visibly scared that someone could find out.

"Relax. We have 10 more minutes, don't we?"

You sneak your hands around IU's waist.

That black dress highlights her slim figure. Her blonde hair makes her look even better than her natural colour.

"What do you want me to do? And where do you want it?"

You feel the older woman shiver slightly with excitement. The thrill of possibly getting caught arouses her even more now.

"Your mouth."

She kisses your cheekbone.

"C-Can you please eat me out?"

You see her blush. Now that she is actually asking you for something, she becomes a little shy.

"You want me to bury my face in your pussy?"

IU's mouth escapes a needy whine as you plant an image in her head.

You take that as a yes. Your hands on her waist turn her around, before bending her over the make up table on your right. The mirror on the wall is decorated by a couple of lights.

Kneeling behind her, you admire how fine IU's body looks in that tight dress. Especially her butt, since it's right in front of you now.

You start to slowly rise the hem of her one-piece. More and more smooth skin gets revealed, the further you hike it up. Finally bunching it up around her waist, you expose IU's matching panties.

The black fabric is the only thing that now seperates you from your delicious meal.

Aware that you have limited time, you quickly pull down her underwear. Enjoying the feeling of her skin, you give each of the blonde's butt cheeks a kiss.

Jieun let's out a delighted moan. She is excited for the next three days. And it seems like they are starting out really well.

As promised, you bury your face deep in IU's pussy. You take in her scent and the slight sweetness of her juices as you hear her moan. Parting her lower lips with your tongue, you enter her hot cavern.

"Mmmm."

IU let's out another satisfied moan.

You feel her hand reaching for your head, trying to push you further into her, while she backs up a little. Your own rest on her hips as you eat her out.

Jieun's wide eyes stare into the mirror as she feels your tongue, burying itself deep inside her pussy. She can't believe how horny she is, when she sees you. She just needs some sort of pleasurable outlet, whenever you are close to her. Maybe that's because of that night in Paris.

She still doesn't know who the other woman was. It makes her feel really weird. Especially when she meets other idols during award shows, music shows, or other events. A shiver runs down her spine. The person, who buried their strap on inside the most intimate part of her body, might be someone she interacts with on a daily basis.

For a moment she thought that her best friend, Yoo Inna, could've been that person. But she quickly got rid of that suspicion. The woman's voice sounded different.

IU moans into the mirror as you feast on her delicious pussy.

The fact that it could be someone she knows, someone younger than her, someone who knows what a slut she is, turns her on even more.

You use that to your advantage, knowing that you don't have much time.

Jieun's legs quiver harder with every passing second. Your fingers dig into her flesh, pulling her plump cheeks apart to give you better access to her hot core.

"Oh fuck!"

With a loud and deep moan, Jieun let's her head sink onto the table. Juices start to run down her thighs in small streams as she orgasms inside her dressing room.

"Took you long enough."

You tease her as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Please put an arm around her."

You do what the photographer tells you to do. Your hand finds its place on IU's waist. The soft black fabric reminds both of you, what you just did mere minutes ago.

"Turn to the side and place a hand on his chest."

Jieun follows the man's orders, placing her hand on your white shirt, right about your heart. You didn't move yours, which means your hand is now resting on her back. Only inches away from her ass.

Being the professional she is, Jieun grabs your tie, while looking up at you.

"Very nice!"

The photographer keeps taking pictures.

"You like this one?"

You whisper out of the corner of your mouth.

"You like being blindfolded, do you?"

While looking at the camera, you can't see IU's reaction. But you can hear how her breath hitches. She knows fully well what you are talking about.

"Who was it?"

A question she asked before. A question you are not going to answer.

The photographer stops Jieun from asking again, making the two of you do a more mature concept.

IU stands now directly in front of you, leaning her head to the side. You reach around her waist, holding her tight. For the photo, you are only supposed to pretend to kiss her. But when you burry your face into her neck, you can't help yourself.

Jieun's mouth opens a little in surprise and enjoyment. Everyone thinks she is just doing this for the photo. But you know better. Your lips move across her smooth skin.

Only the sound of IU's moans echo through the room. The tie you wore earlier is covering her eyes. It takes her back to the night in Paris, turning her on even more.

"Oh fuck!"

Jieun moans loudly as you take her from behind.

The sun is slowly starting to rise over the roofs of the beautiful houses around your hotel. Which means you were fucking her the whole night. Only taking a break to recover your stamina and eat.

But now, 12 hours after the photoshoot, Jieun is bend over the edge of the bed. Her knees are placed on the carpet in front of it, while you kneel behind her.

She looks smaller than usual in this position. You hold her by her wrists with one hand, while the other presses her shoulder into the mattress.

The blue dress she wore at the end of the shoot is probably still lying in the shower. Wet from the shower the two of you took around midnight. It's probably lying there since you came into your room though. You remember throwing it somewhere, after ripping it off her small body.

Jieun kept her boots on at first, partially because you threw her onto the bed, before she was able to take them off. They are now lying near the windowsill. You took them off her feet as you fucked her back against the glass. There wasn't much space there.

Her underwear must be lying around somewhere too.

"Oh my good! You are bruising my pussy!"

You probably do. You haven't gone longer than ten minutes without you fucking Jieun in the last 12 hours.

That thought reminds you of where the rest of her clothes are. Her bra is dangling from the chandelier in the middle of the room. Don't even ask how it got up there, you don't even remember. It's blue, matching her dress and her panties. Her panties...

"I'm! Fucking! Cuming! So! Hard!"

As IU orgasms violently, her pussy squeezing your cock, you do your best to hold on. You are almost at the edge yourself.

"Oh my god! I'm such a mess."

You hear her mumble into the mattress, probably to herself.

Now you remember where her panties are. Or rather with whom.

During dinner time, most of the guests in the hotel visit the restaurant next to the lobby. At that time, the hotel stuff goes through the rooms and cleans, preparing them for the night.

They usually only come in, when no one answers to their knocking and if they don't hear noises behind the door.

That's why the two of you got caught by a very surprised hotel maid.

IU's panties in her mouth, muffling her screams, while you fucked her into the leather couch. The two of you were too lost in the act itself to hear the door.

It didn't take much work to convince the beautiful Italian woman to join. The brunette was more than willing to share with IU, when you eventually came on both of their faces.

She stayed for an hour or so, leaving with a souvenir. You don't know her name, but maybe she will be back today. It's not like the two of you are going anywhere.

"Damn you whore. How are you still so fucking tight?"

Jieun weakly laughs into the sheets as you keep fucking her from behind.

"A-Are you close?"

The longer you fuck her, the longer it takes for you to cum. Your body just doesn't seem to be able to keep up with you.

"Soon."

You groan, thinking about a position, where you can drive yourself faster to another orgasm.

"Do you want my ass? It's tighter, you know."

Jieun gladly tries to help you to decide. She knows how hard it is for you to cum consistently every hour almost.

"Where is the lube?"

You search the room, IU is unable to do so.

You try to remember the last time you used it. Your thrusts slow down as you try to think about it.

A couple of moments later, you start to fuck Jieun's ass, right where you found the small bottle of lube.

"You're stretching me out really good."

She moans against the white tiles of the shower as you plow her from behind.

The water is turned off this time. IU's hair is wet. Not because of the shower a couple of hours ago, but a lot of sweat and some of your cum. It sticks to her neck and shoulders.

"Why can't we spend every night like this one?"

She weakly moans, trying to sneakily convince you to do just that.

"Not a chance, Jieun."

"Please?"

Her cute whine makes you press her cheek against the cold tile, her ass slightly tightening around you as a result.

"I still have a girlfriend to satisfy. And work."

Another pitiful mewl escapes her mouth.

Your thrusts become harder and faster, knowing how much the older woman needs you. The last couple of hours proved, how much Jieun has started to become addicted to the feeling of your cock inside of her.

"I never want this trip to end."

She sighs in disappointment as you keep fucking her ass.

"I'm getting close."

You see her smile, her eyes still covered by your tie.

"Please cum in me. The last time you left a load there feels like ages ago."

"Beg for it, slut."

Her begging is necessary for you to reach the edge at this point.

"Please, cum in my ass."

You slightly pick up the pace. There is not much juice left in your body. In more than one sense.

"Use my hole like a cum dump."

"That's the only thing it's good for."

"You're right, daddy. Use my body properly."

With both hands holding onto her ass cheeks, you thrust deeper into IU.

"You ruined me for anyone else, daddy."

Red marks, produced by your grip, mark her cheeks. They ripple, whenever you thrust into her from behind.

"This body is yours now. Only you can make me cum."

"That's a good girl."

You kiss her neck as you feel yourself closing in on that edge of the cliff. You enjoy how much control you have over her. A woman who is older than you. A woman who is a globally known singer and actress. Offering her body to you and begging you to cum in her.

"Yes, daddy. I'm a good girl. Please."

Your last couple of thrusts are slow but hard. You hit Jieun's cervix with every snap of your hips, making her jolt forward. The tight ring of her muscles squeezes you hard, begging you to fill her body with your cum.

"Damn, Jieun."

You groan her name as you finally cum.

It's honestly not much. It's a small load compared to the one you gave her right after the photoshoot. But your body is drained of all it's fluits. You don't have much more to offer. IU's body has soaked up every last drop of your cum. You wonder how much you came inside of her. Probably a week's worth of cum.

You have to hold onto the glass wall as you watch Jieun slowly glide down along the tiles. When she reaches the floor, she looks up at you with big eyes. Her blonde hair partially covers her face.

"I think I need a longer brake this time."

You can see how much she is trying to hide her disappointment. Although, she is visibly tired as well.

The lock on your hotel room door beeps, letting you know that someone is coming in, using the second key card.

"Mr. (Y/n)?"

High heels click on the marble floor in the small hallway at the entrance.

Her Italian accent seems to always try to seduce you.

You know that voice. You heard it last night, when she sucked you off, asking you to fuck her on the balcony.

"Looks like your new best friend is hear."

You're kinda glad. The two of them can take care of each other for a while and you can recharge.

Once the young maid stands in the door, your tired body starts to react. The break is gonna be as short as possible.

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Hope you guys enjoy this.

I'm going to sort some of my smaller stories and make posts, where you can find all the chapters, so don't be surprised if I post something with a title you've already seen.

Stay healthy!

[apervygirly]

Just got home from seeing Bae. It was a pretty good night. I feel like he's comfortable getting sex from me because now he knows I'm going to say yes. I am not dominant with him in any way, and he sees it.

The whole ride to his house, he wouldn't stop gripping my thigh and kneading it hard. Like so hard, I swear I'll have a bruise. I knew that meant he was horny so I just let him do it. When we got upstairs, he picked a movie for me and told me to move closer, so I did. After like 10 seconds he starts rubbing my ass and pussy. He keeps going so I start rubbing his dick through his pants eventually pulling it out to start sucking it. He grips my hair in his hands and starts pushing my throat further down until I can't really breathe. I keep sucking until he tells me to stop and kiss him. He starts groping me while we kiss until he gets to my boobs and starts biting my nipples, Hard. I wouldn't be surprised to see blood hard. One stuck out as the hardest and the way my body reacted to it was surprising to me it flipped a switch and I didn't want him to stop hurting me.

He wanted missionary first, but I won with getting him to do doggy first. It's my favorite position because dick gets all the way in which I love. I wasn't ready for the pain, though. It just hit so deep, and again, I just allowed it and focused on him being satisfied and ignoring the pain, remembering that It's going to happen.

We rested for a bit until he started to grab my boobs, he had me lay into him and he played with them throwing a couple chokings mixed in. He wasn't gentle per usual and my nipples were already so sore from the biting session I was scared to have him touch them but he pulled and twisted and rubbed them until he was ready to fuck me again and it was absolutely heaven I loved every sore second of them being abused and was so wet by the time he stopped.

Missionary was good but doggy was better

Woke up this morning and thought we were gonna fuck again but we didn't. On the ride home he rubbed my pussy through my pants the entire 30 minutes and teased my sore nipples all over again. Towards the end he put my hand on his hard dick and had me give him road head, I swallowed like a good girl. Wiping my mouth as we almost pulled up.

Idk I really like how rough he is with me even when we hold hands and I loosen my grip he squeezes hard as hell as if to remind me his hand is there and I need to hold it properly. Doesn't say a word when he's groping, fondling, teasing, gripping, just does what he wants like I'm only half there.

[yailtsv]

Paige Bueckers x reader and they wrap presents together for family/friends

Day 1

Gift Wrapping - p.b

Sum: trying to wrap presents with Paige

Warnings: fluff, teasing

Pair: Paige x gf!reader

Note: I feel like this is all over the place so I’m sorry about that 🥲

Wc: 531

My masterlist

“Paige oh my god stop it!” You shout at Paige as she throws another pre-made bow that you did, at you “Why? Where’s the fun in that?” Paige says while starting to make a paper airplane out of the wrapping paper scraps

“This isn’t a “have fun” thing! It’s a I need to get this done before the 25th thing! And it would be nice if you actually decided to help!” You scolded

Paige just laughed “Babe it’s the 20th! Relax, we have time.” You just glare at her “First if you tell me to relax again, I’m never speaking to you again. Second I have to wrap the presents, make the bows, and sign cards all before the 25th while also making multiple batches of cookies and making a few sides for both the 24th and the 25th.” You stress

Paige put her hands up in surrender “Alright I’m sorry, ok? I shouldn’t have told you to relax, and I should have been helping you instead of teasing you. What do you need me to do?” Paige said while she was walking towards you

“Tape those bows and cards to that pile of presents” you said while pointing to at least 10 presents. Paige lets out a breath and shakes her head while walking towards the pile “they’re all already on the present there supposed to be on, you just have to tape them.” You say while starting to go back to wrapping the one gift you have been working on for the last 25 minutes…thanks Paige.

“I got it, I got it, don’t worry. I’m the greatest bow tapper in the world babe. You can’t underestimate me” Paige said making you roll your eyes amusingly “sure, sure ‘greatest bow tapper in the world’ how could I have ever underestimated you?” You say sarcastically tapping one of the flaps on the side down

“I don’t know but it was a big mistake” Paige says dramatically tapping the bow and card down on one present and lifting it up “taaa-daaaa” she practically sings “you didn’t tape the side, the bows falling off.” You teased her, she immediately brings it back down and looks at every side seeing that she in fact didn’t tape one of them. “It’s supposed to be like that.” Paige says confidently while slowly reaching for the tape next to her “uh-huh, is that why you’re reaching for the tape?” You say barely even looking up at her - completely focused on wrapping the next gift.

“I’m not, what are you talking about?” She says while quietly not getting a piece of tape and putting it on the bow to make it stay “you can’t gaslight me Paige. It’s not working.” You say while she starts tapping the bow and card onto the next present “I don’t know what your talking about” she says confidently making you just roll your eyes and keep wrapping presents while she keeps tapping bows on them

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[10:04 pm]

(cw: f!reader, side characters are inebriated)

Frat!Jaehyun stared at his phone expectantly. You were late. 28 minutes and some seconds late to the party you had told him just earlier that day that you'd come to. The crowd of party goers was getting thicker, the air was getting hotter, and people were getting more and more unbearable. Even though the party had only started about an hour ago, he could could count on both hands the amount of times he'd already been offered a drink, but he denied them every time. He wanted to be clear and level headed for when you would soon text him that you were at the entrance and wanted to find him.

But another 15 minutes passed and he had still heard nothing from you. His calls went to voicemail, his texts were unanswered, and there was radio silence on your end. He was getting restless, had he done something to annoy you? He didn't think he did, but maybe when you offered him a drink of your coffee earlier he had taken too much. But that wouldn't justify you ignoring him.

He pulled away from the wall in search of familiar faces to ask if anyone had seen you. Taeyong, Mark, Johnny, and Doyoung all answered no. Yuta yelled over the music, "It's crazy packed in here, she'll find you! Want a drink?"

Jaehyun shook his head angrily, "She hasn't answered any of my texts, I'm getting worried."

Taeyong took note of the concerned look on Jaehyun's face and leaned in to tell Jaehyun, "I saw her roommate outside not too long ago, you should ask her."

Jaehyun nodded, quickly making his way outside to catch sight of your roommate. She was clearly tipsy but was able to tell Jaehyun that you were ready for the party when you got a huge headache and decided to stay in. He thanked her profusely before fighting his way through the thick crowd to the front door.

"Bro! Where are you going?" Mark yelled.

"She's sick in her dorm, I'm going to run by a pharmacy and get her some medicine and stuff," Jaehyun answered.

"But you're Social Chair, man. You can't leave!" A drunk Haechan whined.

"I have bigger responsibilities, get him some water before he puts another bathroom out of commission for the night. I'll be back tomorrow," Jaehyun firmly told Mark.

Jaehyun was running quickly to your dorm after he stopped by the pharmacy. He flashed the RA a quick smile and quickly pulled out his student ID. "I'm glad you're here," she told him as she led him to your room, "poor thing, her roommate told me she'd never seen her this poorly."

Jaehyun's nervousness heightened, he gave the RA a quick thanks as he slid into your dorm. He left his shoes at the door and padded to your room quietly. He pushed the door open as gently as he could, only to catch sight of you buried under you blankets and pillows with soft only sniffles heard.

"Baby?" He questioned quietly, making his way to the edge of your bed.

"Jaehyun?" Came your weak response.

"My love, why didn't you tell me you were sick?" He cooed softly.

You whined, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes, "you had a party you were so excited about. It hit me so suddenly, I just came to bed. I don't even know where I left my phone."

He shook his head with a sigh, he pulled the pills out from the pharmacy bag and dropped two into one of your hands and a gatorade in the other hand, "take these while I look for it."

He moved around your room quietly, folding the clothes you had no doubt left on the floor in your rush to get to the party, putting away shoes and searching your desk- no phone. He stepped into the bathroom finding it beside an open bottle of eyelash glue and one false eyelash.

Jaehyun placed your phone on your bedside table and slid into bed with you, pulling you into his hold and letting you rest your head on his chest. "You know I care more about you than some stupid party right?" He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You nodded against his chest, "You were excited about this one, though."

He chuckled softly, running his hand down your back comfortingly, "I was excited because you were excited to surprise me with your outfit, my love."

You nuzzled into his chest, squeezing your arms around his waist, "thank you for taking care of me Jaehyun."

"I'd do anything for you," he stated softly.

You were drifting to sleep, your eyes struggling to stay open, "Can you change next time, so you don't smell like a frat house though?"

He rolled his eyes, you were going to be better in no time.

[meliciousmel13]

̗̗̀̀➛ p i l l o w f i g h t

warnings: suggestive, idfk, pervybsf!madison!!

wc: 1,179

SYNOPSIS: you invite madison over ;))

taglist: @guysimgay164, @madisonbeerssecretwife @bandanamatt @chrissv4mp

an: i tried so hard to make her a perv but idk

madison was coming over in a few minutes, and you needed to fix your room. there was dirty underwear from your rush in the morning, your sheets were messy and you had clothes everywhere.

you heard you phone ring and you quickly gathered all your clothes and shoved them under your twin sized bed, running downstairs and opening the front door.

“hey.” you said, out of breath.

madison smiled, “hi,” she hugged you for 10 seconds before pulling away and entering your house, “so, i have a few actives to do since your mom literally hates me and never lets me come over. thank god she’s gone.”

you roll your eyes, both of you walking into your once messy room, “she doesn’t hate you. she just thinks your a little of a bad influence.” you said, sitting down on your bed while madison put down her tote bag and you looked away to see if you left anything behind, and you swore you saw her reach under your bed. she sat down on your bed and turned to look at you, crossing her legs.

“why, cause everyone knows i like girls?” bold. “she doesn’t want me to corrupt her perfectly straight daughter?” she tilted her head,

“stop.” you whine, and collapse back into the bed, she was sat in front of you so you purposefully tried to piss her off by half-hardheartedly wrapping your legs around her hips, she didn’t care though, putting her hands under your knees and pulling you closer.

“why do you never get mad.” you groaned, and madison chuckled, drawing small circles on your upper thigh.

madison bit her lip, as if she was trying to hold back the actual answer, and shook her head instead.

you haven’t seen her in two weeks, except that you spend every moment in school together. two weeks, outside of school, “what did you wanna do?”

“soo, i have some makeup and i can do yours and we could play some games but we could also watch a movie if you want.” she said, giving you options to choose from. you picked makeup because it was a ritual that you both did every time she came over.

she was on top of you now. her thighs on either side of your hips and her hand holding your chin while the other worked on your mascara, “stop blinking.”

“are you serious.”

she ignored you. moving on from your mascara and to your lips. she was hunched over in a position that probably made her back hurt. she was close to your face, and you had your hands holding her knees, since you had no where else to put them.

“you know what i realized?” madison pulled away and searched her makeup bag for lipgloss, “your dad is literally the chillest human on earth. like, your mom hates me but your dad just acknowledges my presence and doesn’t give a shit.”

“yeah, i mean, he’s not lazy but—”

“shut up for a sec.” she traces your bottom lip and applies the lipgloss, “your so pretty.” she said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ears. she dragged her index finger across your jaw, “why aren’t you talking.”

“because you told me to shut up.” you said.

“you can talk now.”

“thank you princess.” you smiled, sarcastically.

“that’s right, i’m your princess.” she said, and you raised your eyebrows, “i’m kidding! god! can’t you take a joke?” she moved off your lap and laid down on your bed, “you wanna watch a movie?”

“yeah, what?”

“i don’t know, you choose.” she breathed, bending over you to grab her tote bag, you almost thought she was doing it on purpose, she smelt like roses. metaphorical roses, because roses in real life smell bad. she was wearing a tiny top that exposed almost everything, she was wearing a zip up hoodie but she took it off the second she walked in your house.

“have you chosen yet?” madison opened her laptop, “can we watch hush?” you said and madison looked over at you, “we watch that every time i come over.”

“pleasee.” you beg, hugging her waist.

“fine.” she sighed.

halfway through the horror movie you felt madison’s hand crawl up your thigh, “can you go make popcorn please?”

“please? you have manners now?”

“oh shut up— I’ve always had manners.” she hit you with a throw pillow, “you really wanna start with that? really madison?” you tilted your head, stopping the movie.

“maybe—” she was cut off by you throwing the pillow back, right to her face, ruining her perfect hair. madison gasped, with a small smile, “oh yeah?” she took your pillow and hit you with it. you stood on your knees in the bed, taking another pillow and hitting back.

this went on for a while, until both your arms were burning and left panting. you were on top of her now, hitting her one last time before throwing the pillow back where it belonged. madison clearly didn’t get the hint, because she hit you, after you gave up.

“ow.” you groan after she hit you directly on the nose.

“fuck i’m so sorry.” she sat up, gripping your hips and you held your nose, sniffling and shaking your head.

“s’ fine.” you mumble, felling her hands slide up your waist and brush you nipple, accident, right? you hold her shoulders and look up at her, “your stupid.”

“reallyy? how come.” she said that as if she didn’t know.

“because you hit me after i gave up and put the pillow back, that’s unfair, which means your stupid.” she was too close. too close. too close. too close.

“shut up,” okay. “you talk too much.” shut me up. madison bit her lip, she does that often .

“madison.”

“yeah?” she held your hips with both her hands. you push her down onto the bed and saw a smirk slowly creep up onto her face.

“you—” interrupting her bragging session, you hit her back with a pillow, as revenge for hitting your nose. adjusting you position on her hips, you felt your clit brush softly against her behind two layers of clothing. whimpering, you bit your lips before she caught on.

“that’s what you get, asshole.” i win.

she was shocked, you laugh and plop down next to her, “please stop hitting me with a pillow now.” you said.

the whole day was spent watchoing movies until it turned midnight and madison had to go home.

“wait i need to go to the bathroom.” madison said, rushing to your bathroom and closing the door behind her, leaving a small thud sound. you check you phone seeing it was 12:04AM, your dad was home, just asleep.

“okay— i’ll see you tomorrow kay?” you nod and walk her to your front door, hugging her and seeing her out. while she was walking away, you saw a sliver of while and blue, slipping out her pocket and into her tote bag. was that your underwear?

[meowzfordayz]

watching a romcom together — obanai, mitsuri, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu, tengen

Author’s Note: inspired by the time my bf and I watched Your Place or Mine. 💞

watching a romcom together — obanai, mitsuri, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu, tengen

Obanai Iguro x Reader, Kanroji Mitsuri x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~1,200

CW: explicit language

~faqs~

Some jargon info for stereotypical romcoms!

FL = Female Lead

ML = Male Lead

He isn’t a total jerk about you wanting to watch a romcom

But he makes it clear he isn’t super interested either

“You really want to watch this?” 🙄 (you don’t even get a chance to respond) “Okay. Fine.” 😐

Feigns boredom and an I’m only watching this for you attitude for most of the movie

HOWEVER, when you eventually sigh and reach for the remote to turn it off, he immediately puts his hand on top of yours

“What are you doing?” 😒

“Obanai, I appreciate your valiant effort to watch this with me, but I want us to both enjoy ourselves.”

“I am.” 😒

“Suuure you are.” —> you cross your arms, cautious amusement tugging at the corner of your mouth

“I am. They’re so stupid and clueless and in love, and they remind me of us. It’s bearable. It’s better than I expected.”

Obanai’s embarrassed nonchalance is adorable 😆

You happily snuggle into his side, grinning as he wraps a firm arm around you, a murmured I’m sorry warming the top of your head as you redirect your attention to the TV

Mitsuri is the girlfriend who pauses the movie every 30 seconds to gush over something

And then rewinds it 10 seconds because she forgot what was happening

Movie night basically takes Literally. All. Night. 🙃

And you wouldn’t have it any other way

“Awwwww honey he’s so cuuute! His smile is so charming!” 😍

“Her outfit is BEAUTIFUL. Her legs! I wish my hair was that shiny! Oh my gosh!” 😍

“Look at how beautiful that view is! Of course, looking at you is even more splendid.” 😍

“I’ll be right back, gotta pee.” 😁

“He’s married?! Oh nooooo. I did not see that plot twist coming.” 😭

“HIS WIFE IS CHEATING ON HIM?!” 😳🤯

“I did not mentally prepare myself enough for this. I thought this was supposed to be a romcom?!” 😭

“Honey, we’re out of popcorn.” ☹️

You usually fall asleep after an hour or so (she keeps patting your hair and squeezing your arm while you snooze), but she always wakes you up with her happy sobbing at the end 

“Mitsuri?” you mumble, blinking drowsily as tears drip onto your forehead, “Everything ‘kay?”

“THEY’RE IN LOVE!!!!!” 😭😭😭🥰

Kyojuro is invested 🤓

He’s taking notes, ooh-ing and aww-ing at the appropriate moments, and even feeding you popcorn while he’s at it 🍿

Albeit, half the popcorn ends up in your lap — you don’t mention it 🤪

Definitely gets teary eyed before you do

“Kyojuro, are you crying?”

“Yes, my love. Of course I am crying!” 🥹😭

“And why’s that?” 😆

At this point, Kyojuro pauses the TV, shifting on the couch to face you, reaching for your hands and cupping them against his heart

“Because despite all of their hardships and obstacles, they keep choosing each other.”

You sniffle, leaning in to rest your forehead on his

“You’re so sappy. I love you.”

He grins, end of the movie already forgotten as he touches your fingertips to his lips

“You are so perfect. I love you.”

Try as he might, Sanemi cannot bring himself to hate romcoms

—The first time you watched one, he wasn’t even planning on joining you

Yet somehow, he ended up glued to the TV hardly blinking with a face mask drying on his skin while you painted his nails cherry red 😌

—The second time, you didn’t tell him you were going to watch one

He nearly pouted at you when he walked into the living room, already 20 minutes in, until he remembered that he was supposed to hate them 🙃

Which, still didn’t stop him from making a bowl of popcorn and opening a bag of chips, plopping onto the couch, and unceremoniously restarting the movie 😆 (to your credit, you just shrugged and thanked him for the snacks 😋)

—The third time, you ask him if he wants to join you

“I guess.” 😐

“You’re such a bad liar.”

Sanemi frowns, pressing a reassuring kiss to your forehead, “I want to spend time with you.”

You smirk knowingly, “You want to watch a romcom.” 😏

He scowls, “I want to spend time with you.” 

“So which one should we watch?” 🤭

He falls headfirst into your trap, “50 First Dates, Me Before You, or When Harry Met Sally,” before he realizes he totally just gave away the fact that he’s been diligently researching only the best and finest romcoms to watch with you 👀😂

Doesn’t really understand the appeal of romcoms, but if you’re happy, then he’s happy ☺️

“Giyuu, are you alright?” 😕

“Absolutely,” he smiles faintly, squeezing your knee as the FL trips and falls into the ML’s arms

“You seem a little… distant?”

Hearing the disappointment in your voice, Giyuu quickly pauses the movie

“How so?”

He’s genuinely confused because he actually feels quite close — to you, at least

Sitting on the couch, enjoying a quiet evening in

“Like, you’re not really into this?” 😅

He thinks for a moment, hand still on your knee as his gaze softens, dots connecting at the hesitation in your tone

“You’re right. Romcoms aren’t exactly my thing. But you are definitely my thing.”

“Soooo… we should watch something else?” 😝

“I’d rather make our own romcom than watch random people pretend to be in love on TV,” he shrugs, “But I also think watching a romcom together is pretty romcom of us, so I’m content.”

You raise an eyebrow, both endeared by and unsure of his response

“Whatever you want to watch, I want to watch. I apologize if I seemed bored or uninterested. I really just want to spend time with you.”

You nod slowly, cheeks warming as his hand traverses to your thigh, kneading gently as he murmurs lowly, “I love being here with you. I love being anywhere and everywhere with you. Okay?”

“Okay.” 🥹

Has A LOT to say about the ML

And by that I mean Tengen’s VERY judgemental 😬

“Clearly, you’re an idiot.” —> muttered under his breath as the ML awkwardly waves at the FL

“Why on earth would you say that? That’s the least attractive thing you could say!!!!!” 😤

“The signal. How could you miss the signal?!” —> whisper shouted bc he’s never missed any signals in his entiiire life 🙄🙄🙄😉🥴😂

“It’s a miracle this guy’s gotten past Hello.” 😐

“HAVE YOU EVER EVEN TOUCHED A WOMAN?!” —> hollered at the TV as the ML fumbles through the first makeout scene

“She definitely faked that orgasm.” 😒

“For goodness sake, buy this woman some flowers.” 💐 —> bitterly scoffed when the ML fucks up

“MORE flowers.” 💐💐💐 —> as the ML continues fucking up

“I can’t believe she’s in love with him.” 🤠

—

“Poor dude,” you grin, nudging Tengen’s ribs, “You really have it out for him. Thank gosh he can’t hear you.”

“It’s a shame he can’t. I’d teach him a lesson or four. After all, I’m overly qualified.” 😎

That earns him a (playful) smack 🙄🙄🙄😆

[damnfeelings09]

Animals - Shadow's version

A.N: hey! I'm off to vacation for 5 days so I'm giving you two chapters, I already know how this au is going to end and I'm hoping I can come back to the regular one shots after that, also anybody here likes Leon Kennedy? My man fine and I've been thinkging about adding some storyes tho Shadow is still my main man. RED for stalker, GREEN for you.

Special mention to @animegoddess15 hope you like it! Remember to always check you locked your door twice.

Ever since then, not a single day went by that you don't get a text with those same two words. Every once in a while, a picture of you would be attached to the message praising how beautiful you were, saying all the dirty things he'll do to you. Fear took the better of you, you could no longer walk without looking back every 10 seconds, afraid to close the doors, and to walk home alone. Paranoia had become a shadow over your shoulders.

Pretending that everything was fine had always been your superpower, but between the messages, the school pressure, pretending that Shadow was something more than your classmate and the constant fights with Mailo caused by that, the exhaustion was getting the better of you and it was noticeable in the way you kept frowning, the constant zoone outs during class, the lack of participation. The stiffness in your shoulders and neck was killing you slowly.

“Wow bunny, it wouldn't hurt to relax” His hands gently caressed your skin, massaging your muscles trying to relieve the tension, while you kept your attention fixed on the Surgery questionnaire.

“Get your fucking paws out of her” hissed Mailo. He didn't understand why Shadow was always with you now, he wasn't your friend, he was a bully and had been for a long time. Why would you let him be with you? Why were you so close to him lately? Why would you let him touch you? Why would you want to stain your smooth, pure skin with the filthy paws of an animal? Mailo was annoyed and Shadow was enjoying it, you could tell by the way he nuzzled your neck and pulled his chest a little closer to your back until you were fully lying on top of him. “Are you deaf of something? I said don’t touch her”

“Sorry, too busy pleasing my girl”. - pronounced Shadow with a cocky grin on his face.

“Your girl?” the tension palpable between them both, good thing you were too focused or you'd have noticed the threat in his tone as his eye twitched.

She's mine

“Like I said my gi-“

“Would you please stop! I'm trying to concentrate” you said cutting him off as you got up from your place and put your stuff in your backpack. The noise in your head was already enough for you to have to put up with their egos fighting. “If you want to play whose dick is bigger that's fine, just leave me out of it.”

They both looked at you in shock as you walked to your Surgery class, praying that the little time you had to go over the questions would be enough to remember everything and pass the midterm exam.

“Mine's bigger” Shadow said as if it was nothing.

They both ran after you, Shadow reaching you first placing his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him. Mailo just watched you, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. It was hard enough for him to stifle his feelings, now seeing you with a freak as he called em was unbearable. His blood boiled at how you didn't even flinch at the act, on the contrary, you let him pull you closer, his fur rubbing against your bare arms. Mailo had accepted hardly that you wanted nothing to do with him, that you were just best friends and that was all, but he couldn't accept that, was this the reason you had rejected him over and over and over and over again? You both had leaved him behind as if you had forgotten about him but he definitely noticed how you leaned on Shadow as he stole one of his kisses, watching him out of the corner of your eye as if he had already won.

You can pretend that it was me

But no

Stolen kisses and pretty lies. That was all there was between you and Shadow but you couldn't deny that the bastard knew what he was doing when he put his arm around you pulling you to his chest, or his hands on your shoulders lessening the stress. Part of you wanted to feel his hands on other parts of your body, but you still fought that inner voice that just wanted to take him in. When he kissed you, it was quick, it looked like a pure, chaste kiss but you knew his fang had taken a good bite out of your lower lip, the metallic taste of blood making its way through the class reminding you of his promise threat that he would see you later.

By the time you got home it was past 22:00, all you wanted was to take a bath and sleep until the weekend, to stop thinking and just exist in the coolness of the warm water as if your problems could drain away. You were so focused on yourself that you forgot to lock the door when you arrived. An amateur mistake that would cost you dearly. You had been tempting him all afternoon and he couldn't wait to put his hands around your neck, push you against the wall, undress your body, smell every inch of your skin and make you his while you begged him not to. There was no turning back now, no more games. He would take what belonged to him.

Baby, I'm preying on you tonight

Hunt you down eat you alive

You placed a towel around your body, the warm drops of water running down your hair and onto your back, the tension was gone thanks to the magic of the water and playing the waves of the sea worked wonders when stress consumed you. You picked up your brush and approached the bathroom mirror ready to untangle your long hair, you ran your hand through the steam from the mirror and saw him. That tall figure, dressed all in black. You turned to face him but there was no one there, you quickly slammed the door locking it, your heart pounding out of your chest as you heard the knob being forced while holding it as if your life depended on it because it did. It was him, it was real. Your Stalker was in your house and you had no way to escape. You were going to die there, in your bathroom, covered only with a towel or worse, first he would torture you doing whatever he wanted with you just like in his calls and texts and then you would end up 10mts underground, would anyone miss you? would they even notice your absence? Suddenly your phone vibrated, an incoming call, but you were too scared to answer, what if it was him?

“Hey how you doing?” The second you recognized Shadow's voice on your voicemail you ran for the phone, but your desperation and trembling hands wouldn't allow you to accept the call until after several attempts.

“Is it you? I swear to the gods Shadow if this is a fucking prank I will-“

“Wow, slow down princess. I'm outside your home, told you I’ll see you later.” she sobs covering her mouth as she hears the door being forced again. “Did I interrupt something?

“Help me.” you whisper. Shadow senses the fear in your voice, he enters your house breaking through the front door, his stealthy footsteps skirting the furniture and glass on the floor, following the sound of your sobs, he grabs the doorknob and hesitates to enter until he hears a scream coming from your mouth. With a precise blow he breaks down the bathroom door now he owes you two doors and comes over, wrapping his arms around you, protecting you. You freeze at his touch, screaming for help. “Hey, hey Bunny? Shhhh It's me.” he says gently stroking your head. You've never seen Shadow worried before, his brow furrowed, his ears drooping, his red eyes examining every part of your face making sure you weren't hurt, his palm holding your cheek. You failed to contain it and threw yourself onto his chest, salty tears wetting his chest. “You sure missed me bunny.”

“There was some-hic inside, hic-break in” you say between sobs. Shadow rises to his feet, standing in attack position, his ears perked up, alert to the tiniest sound. In a gold-orangy blur he’s gone, running all over the house at super speed, and although it only took him 10 seconds to get back to you, it was enough to find you in a fetal position next to the shower.

“There's no one here” He says. You raise your head, you were sure you looked pathetic, hyperventilating with your eyes red and puffy due to our crying, tears rolling down your reddish cheeks, hair tangled and still wet from your shower, this was not the way you’ll like him to see you or anyone for the matters. To your surprise Shadow sighs and takes you in his arms bridal style right to your room, you peek through his shoulder to all the mess the stalker had made.

Placing you on your bed he takes off his t-shirt offering it to you to cover up. You pull the soft material over your head, the fitting to big on you falling right down the middle of your thigh. He turns around looking in your drawers for your underwear. It doesn't take him long to find them, choosing a white one with small lace ruffles, he tosses them in your direction and stays on his back while you get dressed. Once ready, Shadow picks up the brush on your bureau and begins brushing your hair. The silence between you is not overwhelming, it is pleasant, allowing you to release the last of your tears as his hand caresses your back. When he finishes he places you inside your bed covering you with the sheets ready to withdraw until you take his hand. “Don't leave me” the plea in your voice, your puppy eyes and the little pout on your lips stops him. He removes his shoes and the rest of his clothes crawling into bed with you. You rest your head on his chest snuggling against him entangling your leg between his, caressing his chest fur as Shadow wraps his arms around your waist. The warmth of his body and the sound of his heart soothe your senses and you slowly enter dreamland.

[sparklypinkflightsuit]

Love To Watch You Leave: Part 3

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Swearing, Fluff, Angst, Bullying, Eventual Smut, Grieving, Pining, Alcohol, Military Inaccuracies

- Part 2 Here -

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18+ Only

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You and Bradley sat on your porch with a notepad and pen that Thursday, your legs crossed as you swung on the hanging bench and Bradley’s dangling as he balanced on the porch railing.




“Ok, soooo… rule number one can be, no kissing?” You suggested.




Bradley thought about it for a second, “Won’t that seem suspicious?” He asked.




You shrugged, “No I don’t think so, a lot of people don’t kiss in public.”




“Not even a little peck, just for show?” He made kissing sounds, his eyes closed as he leaned towards you.




You grimaced, your flat palm landing on his face and shoving him away.




“Stop messing around.”




“Jeez, sorry. Is it the moustache? I can shave it if you like.” You knew he was joking, but you were beginning to notice that adult Bradley wasn’t quite as unbearable or awful as young Bradley had been. That didn’t change the fact that you held some animosity for how he’d treated you. He still hasn’t apologised after all.




You gave him an exasperated look.




“Okay, okay… what’s rule number 2?” He held his hands up in defeat.




You tapped your pen against the note pad, “How about no talking badly about each other behind our backs? We’ve got to act like an actual couple after all, so don’t be too gooey, but… just say nice things?”




Bradley nodded, “To an extent. I mean normal couples still have their gripes. Like ‘oh he snores too much’ or ‘she spends all my money on shoes’.”




You wrote that down, “Yeah that’s true, ok so we’ll just be reasonable, but nothing too harsh, okay? We don’t wanna be ruining each others reputations.”




The two of you spent the next hour or so jotting down rules, and then Bradley got up to go home and pack last minute. He bounced down the steps and then turned back to look at you.




He had a small grin on his face, “So… I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, ‘babe’?”




You couldn’t help but grin, “Don’t be late, ‘honey’.”




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The next day rolled around quickly, and you sprung out of bed and got yourself ready for the weekend ahead.




The drive was a good hour and a half so you threw on a t-shirt, your softest grey sweatshirt, some cycling shorts and your comfy white tennis shoes. You could change once you got there, but you didn’t want to get stuck in traffic wearing some uncomfortable dress.




After some light makeup, you brushed your teeth and your hair and put your bags by the front door.




“I’ll say bye now, mom. Bradley should be over in a few minutes.” You said, as she sat reading her book on the couch.




“Ok my love, have a good weekend. Let me know when you get there?”




You gave her a kiss on her head and squeezed her arm, “Will do. Love you mom.”




“Love you more!”




Bradley was only 2 minutes late, likely having overslept slightly, his hair still mussed and his voice deep and scratchy.




“Hey, sorry. Where are your bags?” He said, flustered as he jogged up the steps.




You grabbed them and handed one to Bradley.




Bradley held his other hand out for the second bag.




“I can take this one.” You insisted.




“No, starting now I’m your boyfriend, so… let me take your bags.” He held his palm out.




“Technically you’re not my boyfriend for another hour and a half, but… thank you.” You handed him the second bag and followed him to the Bronco.




The drive was mostly silent, but you preferred it that way. You liked to just listen to the music blaring over the radio while you watched the stunning scenery as you drove along the coast.




Every 10 minutes or so, one of you would say something along the lines of “can I skip this song?” Or “did you remember to pack your toothbrush?”




Eventually you pulled up outside of a huge beach house, made up of the larger main house and a second (still pretty large) guest house. It was surrounded by a sprawling green lawn that lead to a small cliff, the beach and ocean only a short few steps down the side.




“Wow.” You breathed, “I’m really nervous now.”




“Yeah, you’re telling me.” Bradley murmured as he looked up at the house.




“Ok, as soon as we step out of this car, we have to be nice to one another, got it?” You eyed him up.




“Yes, unfortunately.”




Climbing out of the car, you looked around at the many guests who had already arrived, sipping morning mimosas on the lawn and mingling, your stomach began to bubble with nerves.




Bradley grabbed all of the bags from the car just as the front door swung open.




Lieutenant Commander Harris came bounding down the front steps excitedly.




“Ah! My friends, how good to see you! Leave those, we’ll handle the bags. Go and grab yourself a drink.” He shook Bradley’s hand and pulled you in for a hug, far more friendly than you remembered.




You and Bradley stood awkwardly apart, and Harris eyed you up for a moment.




Suddenly Bradley remembered and he quickly stepped towards you, a heavy arm wrapping around your shoulder. You forced a smile and wrapped an arm around Bradley’s waist.




“Thank you again for having us! We’re very excited to meet everyone.” You lied.




Harris and what you could only imagine was either his Butler or a Caterer grabbed your bags, and he grinned up at you. “It’s going to be a great party! I’ll catch up with you both shortly.” And with that he disappeared into the guest house, leaving you and Bradley awkwardly holding one another.




“Let’s get this over with.” You sighed.




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The first few hours passed without much incident. You and Bradley hadn’t had to touch each other much thanks to having to meet so many new people. Most of the morning compromised of walking around and introducing yourself to people and chit chatting in between mimosas. By lunch time, everyone had been seated at a very long table, all of the men on the one side and the women on the other, so you hadn’t had to keep up appearances then either. It was only by mid afternoon that you had to start acting.




Everyone had spread out on the lawn with more people arriving every hour, and after several drinks and different levels of drunkenness, people started to probe.




“So how long have you two been together?” Someone had asked.




“Uhh…” you hadn’t discussed your back story, shit.




You and Bradley answered at the same time.




“3 months-“

“-6 months.”




You looked at one another in horror, then Bradley chuckled, pulling you into his side.




“No, you’re right honey, I always lose track of time. 6 months.” He confirmed with a smile.




“Oh how adorable! So still in the honeymoon phase, huh?” The woman winked.




You laughed uncomfortably, “Yeah, we just… can’t get enough.”




Once the woman had left, you took a breather, “That was close. Maybe we should come up with a back story?”




“Yeah, how about-“ but Bradley was quickly interrupted as more people began to speak to you, and again the same arm came to wrap around your shoulder and the lies began to flow, you were worried you would lose track.




You excused yourself to go and grab a couple of drinks from the beverage table, leaving Bradley to mingle. You breathed out a heavy sigh under the bright decorative lighting, your nerves set, and you quickly downed a glass of white wine, grimacing at the taste but relishing the warmth that spread through you, before pouring another for sipping and grabbing Bradley a bottle of beer. You were about to turn around, when you heard the most grating voice you think you’ve ever had the displeasure of hearing. A super high pitched, squeaky giggle followed by, “Oh my lord, Bradley! What are you doing here?”




You turned around, already annoyed to find a stunning red head hanging off of Bradley’s arm. His face a picture of ‘oh hell, how do I get out of this’.




“Hey, Angie.” He pulled his arm from her tight grasp, his eyes shooting over to you.




You took the hint to hurry up and quickly walked over, handing Bradley his beer.




None of you said anything for a second, until Bradley stepped purposefully on your foot.




“Uh. Hey, honey. Who’s your friend?” You stumbled out.




“Y/N, sweetheart, this is Angie, my ex that I was telling you about?” He clenched his jaw.




Suddenly you felt hot, tiny tendrils of… jealously? No, annoyance, taking a hold of you.




“Ah yes, Annie-“




“Angie.” She corrected, her toothy smile all but gone now.




“Angie. Nice to finally meet you.” Your fake smile honed to perfection now. “Bradley has told me all about you.”




Awkward silence filled the air.




You nodded, “So… I guess we should probably go and change, right my… love?” Ooph, that one was more of a struggle to get out.




“Yes, you’re right! Almost forgot we were still in our peasant clothes.” He joked nervously.




You rolled your eyes as you turned around, taking Bradley’s hand and pulling him behind you towards the guest house, as Angie watched you disappear, an indiscernible look on her face.




As soon as you were inside your assigned bedroom, you slammed the door shut and pressed your back up against it.




“Ok that was a disaster. We need to get our story straight.” You planted a hand over your eyes as you panted anxiously.




“Hey, calm down, it wasn’t that bad.”

Bradley chuckled, walking up to you and pulling you in for a hug. Your face was buried in his chest, you calmed down for just a second, before realising how weird this was.




You pushed him off of you, “Why are you hugging me? We don’t hug.”




“Sorry, force of habit.” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair.




“Let’s just get showered and changed, hopefully everyone will be too drunk to notice our shoddy lies when we get back.”




You both took turns showering, and you slipped into your stunning yellow dress, redoing your makeup and hair.




Bradley stepped out of the bathroom in a billow of steam, towel wrapped around his waist.




You couldn’t help but stare at his wet pecks, and how drops of water trailed down into his v-line. You hadn’t realised how well Bradley had aged until now.




“You’re staring.” He smirked.




“Am not. Just wondering what kind of a state you’ve left the bathroom in.”




“Well, you look nice, you always did love yellow.” He stated, grabbing his dress pants and white shirt off the bed.




“And you know that how?” You chuckled, looking at him in the mirror as you swiped on some mascara.




“You always wore it, and your mom mentioned it once, I guess.”




You stood up straight and turned to face him, “Nice of you to remember. This doesn’t look too much?”




He shook his head, “No, you’ll fit right in. Your straps are uneven though.”




“Oh?” You tried to get a look over your shoulder but your view was obstructed and the mirror was too high to offer much help.




“Here, let me.” He said walking behind you. As he moved your hair over your shoulder, his fingers brushed softly against your skin, and again as he adjusted your dress straps, and you swore you felt the back of his knuckle gently brush down the length of your exposed back. You drew a sharp breath, annoyed that it had filled you with the tiniest amount of curiosity and pleasure.




“All done.” He said softly in your ear.




“Thanks.” You smiled awkwardly, turning to face him. “You’d better hurry up and get dressed, we’re gonna be late for dinner.”




Bradley nodded, taking a step back, “Just give me 5 minutes.”




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Bradley was true to his word, and 5 minutes later he emerged from the bathroom. He looked handsome, you couldn’t deny it. He definitely wasn’t the lanky, dark haired, pale boy you hated throughout your childhood. At least not on the outside.




“You clean up good, Bradshaw.” You smiled, sticking your elbow out.




“Thanks ‘honey’, shall we get out there and lie our pants off?” He grinned, hooking his arm into yours.




“Please, please keep your pants on.”




Outside it had now gotten dark, and mostly everyone was dressed in their lovely evening attire, even the pretty red head with the annoying voice.




“Oh there you two are! I was starting to get lonely.” She pouted dramatically, hooking her arm through Bradley’s. Her red dress beautifully complimented her hair, you felt the slightest tinge of jealously, but quickly remembered Bradley wasn’t even yours in the first place.




“I’m just gonna go and top up our drinks.” You excused yourself and hurried away, unsure you could keep a straight face around Angie.




You could hear her giggling and chatting away, and you tried hard to busy yourself.




You suddenly felt a gentle bump into your side, and you looked up to see a very apologetic bespectacled man.




“Oh I’m so sorry ma’am! I… I didn’t see you, I think maybe I’ve had too many of these mimosas.” His slight Southern twang coming through.




You chuckled softly as you straightened up, “That’s okay, how many have you had?” You asked, your hand shooting out to steady him as he wobbled slightly.




“Three.” He replied sheepishly, his cute face scrunching up under his glasses.




“Is that all?” You giggled, “Want some water?” You began to pour some in a glass for him.




“Thank you. Probably a good idea. I don’t usually drink much, if you can’t already tell.” He took the glass from you and began sipping.




“I’m Bob. Sorry for bumping into you.” He said again, sticking out a hand.




You shook it, “I’m Y/N. It’s really no problem.”




Bradley suddenly appeared in between you and Bob, his arm wrapping around your satin waist.




“Hey beautiful, need a hand with our drinks?” He said a fraction louder than he needed to.




“Err… yeah, please.” You handed his drink to him, and you picked up two glasses of wine, one of which you’d give to Angie just to keep her mouth busy so she’d shut up.




“Nice to meet you Bob.” You smiled at him as Bradley lured you away, his big hand sprawled protectively across your lower back.




“And you!” Bob called, “Nice to see you again, Rooster.”




Bradley ignored him, and you looked up at his stoney expression with confusion.




“You know him? He’s cute. Maybe you can introduce us when this is all over.” You grinned playfully.




“No.” Bradley mumbled.




You stopped dead in your tracks, causing Bradley to do the same.




“What’s up with you, Brad?” You asked, looking up at him, holding out the glasses in your hands awkwardly.




“You’re not acting like a particularly good girlfriend right now, Y/N.”




“So? We’re breaking up tomorrow, remember? Plus, I’ve not been nearly as bad as you, with her hanging off of you since we got down here.”




“That’s not the point.” He said taking you by the crease of your arm and pulling you to a quiet corner of the lawn.




“Forget about Angie, I don’t care about her. We really need to make this believable, at least just for tonight. For the sake of our careers.” He was now towering over you, his head stooped low as he whispered.




“Okay. What do you want to do?” You whispered back. You could smell his cologne.




“Can we pretend to be more in love or something?” He smelt so good.




You nodded, “Yeah, okay. How?”




“I have an idea, do you trust me? I might need to break a rule.” This immediately snapped you out of the weird little trance you were in.




“Wait, which rule?”




Bradley took your wine glasses and put them on a nearby table with his beer bottle, then he returned and took your hand, pulling you out to the edge of the cliff.




“Which rule, Bradley? You aren’t going to throw me to my death, are you?” You were suddenly a little anxious, had this all just been a big ploy to exact his evil plan and get rid of you once and for all? Was he still just the same Bradley as before?




When he ignored you and came to stand on the small cliff edge, your heart began to race. “Seriously, what are you gonna do?”




He turned to face you with a small grin, “Just wait until more people look over and then… just trust me.”




Weirdly, despite everything, you sort of did trust him, so you nodded.




Bradley waited, and he watched over your shoulder, waiting for just the right amount of witnesses. He waited some more.




Just as you were getting fed up with waiting, Bradley’s big hands came up to cup your face, and you gulped.




Stooping over you, he dipped his head slowly and his full, soft lips landed on yours.




You gasped, probably audibly, but quickly you relaxed into it, realising it really wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be kissing Bradley.




After a few seconds, he pulled away just a fraction. “You need to move, people are gonna think I’m kissing a corpse.” He mumbled, a slight grin on his face. You realised you had been so surprised you hadn’t moved your arms and they lay by your side, dangling.




He pressed his lips back to yours, and you moved your arms to wrap around his neck as he leaned you back slightly.




There was some cat calling and whistling from the people out on the lawn, and one “Ohhh how romantic!”




Your face began to flush in embarrassment, so you pulled away and smoothed your dress out, before clearing your throat.




You looked at Bradley and nodded, “Thanks.”




You began to walk back to the party with Bradley on your tail, “Thanks?” He smirked.




“Yup, that’ll do it.” You flushed awkwardly, you couldn’t believe you had just kissed your life long nemesis, and what’s worse is that it really wasn’t bad, at all.




You quickly downed another glass of wine, hoping for a little Dutch courage. Bradley eyed you up and was just about to say something, when someone called him over. He looked at you once more, before he excused himself and you nodded, sort of relieved.




You turned to eye up the second drink, your legs somewhat wobbly from the breathtaking kiss, when Angie practically sprinted over to you, her face a mixture of anxiety and remorse.




You looked at her with wide eyes, surprised.




“Girl, I really really need to talk to you. In private.”




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This is basically a bonus of "The Moment of Truth":

When Arthur, Merlin and the knights come back to Ealdor, they are greeted with applauses and gifts from the villagers. They thank Merlin the most since he "hired" those men and wish him luck in his way back to Camelot. Merlin and Arthur are having a heartfelt goodbye with Hunith at her house when suddenly Will enters.

Hunith: (surprised) Will!

Will: (yells furious at Arthur) You! I'm going to kill you! (goes to him with every intention to fight him)

Merlin: (puts himself between Arthur and Will) Wow! What's wrong?

Will: Don't defend him, Merlin. I know who he is! (to Arthur) You are Prince Arthur, aren't you? I should have known, you speak like a nobel, you even walk like a nobel! with all this air of superiority!

Arthur: (doesn't feel threatened at all cause he can take Will apart in a second, he's just confused) I am indeed. That still doesn't explain why you want to kill me.

Will: People like you don't do anything unless it meets their selfish needs. And you came all this way here to help a village that isn't even in your Kingdom. (turns to Merlin, his fury turning into worry) Merlin... what is he making you do? What did you give him in exchange of his help?

Merlin: (more than confused) ... What? 😧

Will: (holds Merlin by the shoulders, very distraught) Did he .. force you? Is that why you hate him so much?

Merlin: (open his eyes wide when he realises) No! Arthur would never! Oh, Gods, where do you get these ideas?!

Arthur: (very offended, but still keeping his composure) You heard him. I would never take advantage of anyone like that, much less Merlin.

Will: Of course he won't admit it while you're here. (puts Merlin behind him) Don't worry, Merlin. I'll protect you. You won't have to go back with this sick bastard again. (starts pulling Merlin)

Merlin: Will, wait! It's not-

Arthur: (grabs Merlin and pushes Will to make him let go of him) Who do you think you are to take my manservant from me?! 😡

Will: I don't care that you're the Prince or the King himself! I won't let you put your filthy hands on him again 😡 (punches Arthur or rather tries to cause Arthur soon stops his fist mid-air and twists his arm behind his back) Ow, ow, ow!

Merlin: Arthur! 😠

Arthur: He started! He should be thankful I'm not arresting him for treason.

Will: (takes impulse and hits Arthur with the back of his head)

Arthur: Ow! (brings a hand to his nose)

Will: Your training paid off. (grabs Merlin by the wrist and starts running) Let's go.

Arthur: (grabs Merlin's other wrist before they can go far) Stop trying to steal my Merlin! 😡 (Pulls)

Will: He is nothing of yours! 😡 (pulls)

Arthur: He's my servant! 😡 (pulls)

Will: He's my friend! 😡 (pulls)

Merlin: Stop pulling me! 😫

Hunith: (raises her voice) Let go of my son this instant! 😡

Arthur and Will: (don't let go and wait the other to let go, killing each other with their eyes)

Hunith: Let go I said! (slaps Will's hand hard to make him let go of Merlin)

Will: Ow!

Hunith: What's gotten into you? (Grabs Arthur’s hand and makes him let go of Merlin gently) You are acting like kids, for Gods' sake!

Merlin: (looks at his mother surprised in disbelief)

Will: (just as surprised, but also looking kind of betrayed)

Arthur: (smiles smugly)

Merlin: (crosses his arms) Mom, why did you wait until now to intervene? 🤨

Hunith: Sorry, hon. I thought you had it under control.

Merlin: What gave you that impression!

Hunith: (sighs and turns to Will) Will, Arthur has been sleeping under my roof for days which is why I discovered he was a Prince way sooner than you did. You think I would let my son keep working with him if I believed he was in any danger?

Will: But you must have seen it! How this pervert stares at him with lust in his eyes!

Arthur: Hey! 😡

Hunith: It's true he stares at him, but you are confusing lust with something else. Trust me, he's been nothing but respectful towards my son.

Merlin: (thinking) Only when you are watching but I can't say that right now without making things worst.

Hunith: I know you won't be at easy until you can talk alone with Merlin, so... We (points at Arthur and herself) will leave you two alone (points Merlin and Will) to talk things through and clear this big misunderstanding and after that I want you (points Arthur and Will) to apologise for what you've done. Understood?

Arthur: But-

Hunith: (looks at Arthur, sternly) Understood?

Arthur: (hungs his head) Yes, ma'am.

Will: (smiles smugly)

Hunith and Arthur: (leave Merlin and Will alone in the house)

Merlin: He is NOT doing THAT to me.

Will: You don't have to feel ashamed, Merlin. I won't think less of you.

Merlin: I am telling the truth! Arthur and I are just friends. He helped me out of the goodness of his heart.

Will: Friends? A Prince and a servant?

Merlin: Crazy, I know. But somehow we are.

Will: You told me you hated the Prince and badmouthed him!

Merlin: Yeah, I also call you brainless beast and you call me freak of nature sometimes, but is not serious. I mock him, he mocks me. That's how we are.

Will: So... he hasn't... beded you?

Merlin: For the last time, no.

Will: (sighs in relief) Okay... That still doesn't mean he's not looking for that.

Merlin: Will-

Will: I saw how he looks at you! That's not how you look at your friends!

Merlin: I told you, he's very protective of me. Shortly after we met he witnessed how a witch throwed a poisoned dagger at my back.

Will: What?! 😨

And Merlin tells him. Story after story, and how after each adventure or experience his closeness with Arthur growed. Will is still incredulous at first, but soon his expression turns very serious and seems to understand something he didn't before.

Will: He's in love with you.

Merlin: (turns very red) What-No, of course not! Didn't you heard anything I-

Will: And you love him too.

Merlin: You're talking nonsense again.

Will: Give me your hand.

Merlin: What?

Will: I want to prove something, give me your hand.

Merlin: (gives Will his hand)

Will: (takes it gently and looks at him intendedly) I'm in love with you, Merlin.

Merlin: (pulls his hand away quickly and frowns at Will)

Will: See? That's the normal reaction when you learn a friend you only like as a friend is in love with you. But when I told you Arthur is in love with you you denied it, yes, but you also blushed!

Merlin: ...

Will: (softens his expression) We are friends, I don't care if you fancy men. Hell, I suspected it for a while. But this man-

Merlin: It's just my friend and that’s all he'll ever be.

Will: Even if he corresponds your feelings?

Merlin: He never will.

Will: But if he did?

Merlin: ...

Will: Merlin, you must promise me you won't get with him even if he loves you back. He's not good for you. He's a Prince. Of Camelot of all places! It's not-

Merlin: Will, I'll tell you what I told my mother and my uncle. I'm sick of people deciding what's best for me. (Goes to the door) I'll go get Arthur and I expect you to apologise for your behaviour, because, whichever you believe his reasons are, he still saved our village and by extension your ass. (Leaves)

Time skip. Will apologising to Arthur while Merlin watches.

Will: And I'm sorry I called you sick bastard... and pervert... and ugly pighead.

Arthur: You didn't call me that.

Will: Oh. I must've thought it then.

Merlin: Will 😑

Arthur: (smiles politely) I accept your apology. I was out of turn too. I hope you can forgive me.

Will: (thinking) He totally rehearsed this.

Arthur: Merlin, go prepare our things. Facade is over.

Merlin: No, I won’t let you two alone.

Arthur: We'll behave. Now go or we'll be late.

Merlin: (not convinced but obbeys) My mom is nearby, just so you know (leaves)

Arthur: Alright. You can speak your mind now.

Will: Merlin may be too dense or oblivious to notice, but I'm not! You want to turn him into your misstress! You think that by doing this "desinterested" acts he'll agree to be your little toy and I won't allow it!

Arthur: (sighs, thinking) Why didn't you die in this timeline. (Says) I know you have a bad image of nobelty. I could go on and on on how much Merlin means to me, that I rather die than harm him in any way and you still wouldn't believe a word I say.

Will: You guess right.

Arthur: But don't you trust Merlin?

Will: Of course I do!

Arthur: Well, it doesn't look like it! You think Merlin, insubordinate with justice complex bold Merlin, would let himself be bought by such things? Or that he would submit to any noble's desires? The very first day he came to Camelot he confronted me for bullying a servant. Even after I told him I was the Prince, he didn't care. You really think he has such low selfrespect?

Will: ...

Arthur: So think whatever you want of me, I don't care. But don't insult Merlin like that.

Will: You're really good at speeches. I'll grant you that. But if you dare to hurt him-

Arthur: You'll kill me, I know. I'll tell you what, if that ever happens, you have my permission. No charges will be brought against you.

Will: I hope you are a man of your word, Your Highness.

Arthur: (laughs a litte) You are the second person I know that makes "Your Highness" sound like an insult. I can see why Merlin and you get along.

Will: (very proud) Well, we've been best friends since forever. It's normal we share some qualities.

Arthur: Childhood bestfriends.

Will: (frowns) And bestfriends now.

Arthur: I don't believe so.

Will: (sarcastic) And who's his best friend now? You?

Arthur: (also very proud) I mean, we've been pretty close since he came to Camelot.

Will: That doesn't make you his best friend. I've been there for him for years.

Arthur: And what about these last months? Quantity is not quality.

Will: I taught him how to fish. 😑

Arthur: I taught him how to horse ride and follow a trail. 😑

Will: I defended him from bullies. 😠

Arthur: I defended him from the King himself. 😠

Will: He took the blame for me every time I got into trouble. Every. Single. Time! 😡

Arthur: He risked his own life for me. More. Than. Once! 😡

Merlin: (comes back) Everything is ready. We can-Are you fighting again? 🤨

Will and Arthur: (turn to Merlin fast in sync and demand) WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? 😡

Merlin: ... What? 😰

Will: It's me, isn't it? You wouldn't replace me after just a couple of months for... (points at Arthur despectively) this.

Arthur: You mean a literal Prince?

Will: (ignores him and keeps talking to Merlin) Who got you out of the well when you fell?

Arthur: Who lied to the King to help you protect your village?

Merlin: I...(thinking) When did they decide to gang up against me?! 😓

Will: So?

Arthur: Who is your best friend?

Merlin: (sweats)

Hunith: (Passes by in the distance)

Merlin: (shouts at her) Right away, mom! (to Arthur and Will) Sorry, my mom is calling me. (runs)

Arthur and Will: MERLIN! 😡

...

Aaaand that would be all with "The Moment of truth". Next will be "The Labyrinth of Gedref" that is going to be quite long too cause is going to take a WAY different turn! Then I will finally focus on series 2 where most of your requests are, don't think I forgot them ;)

I can't thank you enough for all the love you've been giving this merthur story, especially in the comments. Which was supposed to be merely a prompt turned into this kind of long fic in script format and I didn't expect it at all. This story exists for you so thank you, so so much, I love you all! ❤️❤️🤧🤧

Fun fact: Merlin's mare name is Princess Eboni Lily Plum Pendragon, but he calls her "Princess" or "Baby Plum" for short and just calls her by her full name when he's angry or scolding her (which happens often cause she keeps biting and kicking other people). When Arthur asks Merlin why he gave his last name to the horse, Merlin just tells him he doesn't have one to give and since Arthur bought her it just felt right. Though, secretly, Merlin just wanted to mess with Uther too.