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Onceler x Shy Fem Reader SMUT

First of all, I'm so sorry, I am weak and have fallen for the Tumblr sexy man *but he do be kinda hot tho*. So being the weak, cringy little thing I am, I now feel entitled to write shameless smut of a non eco-terrorist because I can. Yeah so this takes place before his greed era when he is a sweet, little baby, but has some slight greed tendencies. Also this is kind of a little different from the movie events wise but not by much. The reader lives in the forest (mega cottagecore aesthetic) and is very shy and secluded, but somehow managed to become friends with the Onceler. And when the time came to meet his family, things got a little crazy. Minors this isn't for you, please walk away. Enjoy my dears, and I'm sorry again for the cringe, I'm so sorry.

*side note: I started this like four months ago and dropped it for a bit, but I didn't want to abandon this project so yeah, here you go*

WARNING: 18+, Minors DNI, extravert and introvert dynamic, flirting, friends to lovers, angst, dysfunctional family, arguments (not with Onceler), confrontation, reassurance, confession, porn with plot, Slight inexperience, breath play, neck kissing, bulge palming, fingering, oral (f receiving), slightly rough sex (p in v), comfort, literally the most loving man, whimpering, admiration kink, creampie, cuddles.

You watched as raindrops pitter pattered against the cold glass window of your little cottage. The rain had started earlier in the day, about the time you got back from your venture to the neighboring town not far outside the forest. The day started off so nicely, the sun was bright and there's wasn't a cloud in that big blues sky. You were actually hoping to get some gardening in today, and maybe a walk around the forest foraging some flowers to decorate your home with, but the day seemed to have other plans. On your way home, dark gloomy clouds set in and the cold rain began to fall. Sighing heavily you stepped away from the window in your living room and made your way to the kitchen, changing your plans to baking a pie or two. Pulling out one of your cookbooks you flipped to a basic mixed berry pie recipe and gathered the ingredients to start. Humming lightly to yourself as you made the dough for the crust, you thought you might make a double batch for a friend that lived half way across the forest.

He called himself the Onceler, he had moved to the Truffula forest almost a year ago, although it seemed like he'd been there a lot longer than that all things considered. He came to the forest with a small wagon, his mule Melvin, and big aspirations of success for his invention that he called a Thneed.

The two of you didn't converse much when he first arrived, considering you weren't much of a people person. In fact you often made it a point to not interact with people if you could help it. Having to talk and interact with people made you incredibly nervous and uncomfortable at times, so you kept to yourself. You preferred to stay at home and keep up around the house, do your crafts, and tend to your garden. It was easier for you to avoid conversations and be alone to try and overcome your deathly shyness on your own. It was so bad at times you thought for sure someone would make fun of you or point out all things that were wrong with how shy you were, but you carried on as best you could. You found peace and comfort in being alone, but there were times you wish you had someone to talk to. Being unable to break out of the tough, shy exterior made it almost impossible to make friends, it didn't stop the Onceler though.

The first day he moved to the forest he approached you with the upmost of confidence and was quite friendly towards you. When he saw how reserved and shy you were he backed off a bit and respected your need for space as he took his time getting to know who you were, not wavering his confidence whatsoever.

And, slowly but surely, you opened up to him. He would stop by your cottage daily whenever he'd go to town, checking up on you making sure you were well, and you'd do the same for him. You'd often bring him baked goods or fresh produce from your garden as a thank you for his kindness.

The two of you would spend a decent amount of time together when he wasn't working on trying to sell his Thneeds. Often sharing tea and talking about life was probably one of your biggest past times with him. Things you had a passion for, town life, and your life experiences were the most discussed topic when you were together. His big plans of becoming a successful entrepreneur were always on the forefront of his mind, and he was ambitious to meet those goals he had set for himself. You had to admit it was commendable in some aspects, the amount of work he put into his Thneeds and his efforts to hopefully get his products noticed were really something. Although you didn't agree with how he went about getting the materials for his Thneeds. Cutting down and using the tuffs of the Truffula tree wasn't what you expected nor really wanted to happen. You mentioned to him a few times how it made you upset and even asked if he'd promise not to cut down anymore of the trees out of respect for the forest. To which he said he'd oblige, and from that point on he hadn't cut anymore down.

After some time passed the both of you became incredibly comfortable with one another, to the point where you both confided in each other for just about everything. Whether it was on walks to town, while you picked away at your garden, or nights when you'd stargaze with him. You told him about all the reasons why you were so reserved and why you wanted to be alone. About all the people who abandoned you in your past, the ones who were supposed to be there for you, and how they just drifted away. It was easier not getting attached to people so you wouldn't be let down when they couldn't be there anymore. So you closed yourself off and away from the world, creating a little bubble around yourself. But he never judged you for what you did to protect yourself from something like that happening again. And he'd find himself doing what he could to reassure that he wouldn't be like the others, that he'd always be there for you no matter what.

There were days when he'd let down his happy go lucky attitude and tell you some of the more depressing parts of himself and his past. Just as you did for him. How he was afraid he would never be successful, and that his mother was right about him. He never had the best relationship with his mother, older brothers, or anyone in his family. He was often looked at as the black sheep of the family and was constantly belittled and made fun of for his ideas and ambitions. His mother never truly had any faith in him that he'd make it, and the last thing she and his family did was laugh at him as he left the only home he ever knew. It never faltered him though, no matter how bleak things seemed, he never gave up hope that things would work out. Even if it seemed no one else was going to support him or his ideas. And that's when you assured him you'd be there to support him along the way, through thick and thin.

As you made the filling for the pie you smiled to yourself while humming a light tune. Thinking about how nice it was to have a friend like him and how sweet he was to you. He'd always compliment you whenever you two were together, saying how nice you looked or how amazing you were. He never had anything bad to say about you and was always kind and respectful. You never had anyone like that in your life prior to him, and it was a really nice change of pace for you. Which in turn made you like him, a lot. Probably more than friends should like each other, and he seemed to reciprocate it from what you could tell. The way you two acted with each other sometimes wasn't really how people who were 'just friend's" acted. You two would secretly exchange looks of admiration while the other wasn't looking, the lingering touches whenever you hugged one another, and how he looked so deeply into your eyes from time to time during your conversations. Just the way he made you feel was something you couldn't explain and it was exciting, but scary all the same. Shaking off that bubbling feeling, you focused on finishing the filling and assembled the pie. You lightly covered the pie with the top crust pinched the edge's together, and sliced a decorative pattern in the dough before putting the pie in the oven.

...

You walked down a beaten path to the Onceler's home, umbrella in hand and a basket with the pie as well as some homemade jam. The rain lightly and rhythmically fell around you, making you a bit sleepy as you walked on. The little puddles that formed at the edges of the trail reflected your form, you looked down to see joyful eyes and a red face staring back at you. Turning your gaze back up to the path trying to ignore the sight of yourself. It wasn't long before the Onceler's home came into view and your heart began to beat faster and faster as you approached the door. A light fog from the rain surrounded the vicinity, giving the disproportionate structure almost and eery effect. You quietly walked up the steps as you heard the tune of a soft, solemn guitar playing with a slight hint of jazz. This was a tune you heard more than once, it usually meant that day trying to sell his Thneeds went especially bad. Preparing yourself for him to be in bad mood, you gently knocked on his door,

"Who is it," he asked very clearly irritated. You cleared your throat as you spoke up,

"It's me."

"The doors open," he said, his voice softening a little knowing it was you coming to see him. You closed your umbrella and opened the door quietly so you wouldn't interrupt his playing. You stepped into his home, softly closed the door behind you and set your umbrella aside before making your way into the kitchen. His home was a bit small and cramped, but you didn't mind it too much, it was manageable. You looked over to the Onceler, he was slouched in one of his kitchen chairs, feet propped up on a chair across from him as he strummed the chords. His eyes flickered up to yours for moment and shot you a sweet but defeated smile before looking back down at the strings. You sat the basket down on the side counter before cautiously approaching the table,

"May I," you gestured towards the empty chair next to him. Not looking up from his guitar he hummed lightly in approval. You pulled the chair out and sat down next to him, your hands resting on the edge of the wooden table. The two of you sat there for a minute, listening to the chords he strummed.

"Rough day?" He stopped playing for a moment at your question,

"Yeah you could say that," he said bitterly before strumming again. You let another minute pass before asking him softly,

"You wanna talk about it?" You asked kindly looking up at him. He stopped once again and set the guitar aside, crossing his arms while looking away from you. He took a deep breath, as if he was trying to keep himself from screaming at you in frustration. A few moments passed before he spoke in a strained manner,

"It just keeps getting harder and harder Y/N. Everyday I'm out there, rain, sun or snow, and no one listens to me. No one wants to hear what I have to say about my Thneeds. You and I both know it's a great product, and how it can improve everyone's lives, change the world. But they don't care. And it just feels like I'm wasting my time at this point," he said giving a heavy sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He continued pouring his heart out to you, saying how his family was right about him and how it felt pointless to continue trying to achieve his goal. He just wanted to see some resolve from his efforts, and to be able to prove his family wrong. You reached over to him and laid your hand on his shoulder,

"Hey, listen hun. I know I don't exactly what it's like doing what you do. Being out there trying to be somebody and bring something good to this world. And you knew it wasn't going to be easy Once, but that didn't stop you. You knew there were going to be days that seem harder than others, but you still kept going. I know the day is coming where someone is gonna say how amazing your Thneed is and your life is gonna go in an great direction, I just know it. Today was a bad day, but just think about what tomorrow could bring Once, it could be the day you become successful. Just think about it, ok sweetheart," you said taking your hand off his shoulder. He turned to you with a soft smile on his face as he removed his legs from the chair adjacent from him and hastily stood up from his. He took a few step towards you and leaned down, giving you a tight, compassionate hug.

"You're right, I just need to be more patient and try to stay positive. Thank you Y/N. You always know what to say, and how to make me feel alright again. I couldn't ask for a better friend," he said. You wrapped you arms loosely around him and smiled,

"Of course Once, I'll always be here for you." He let go of you and pulled you up from your chair as he walked over to the side counter where the basket was.

"What kind of goodies did you bring me today," he asked excitedly as he peeked into the basket.

"Mixed berry pie and some jam," you said cheerfully. The Onceler reached up into a cupboard and he pulled out two plates as well as some utensils for the both of you while you put the kettle on. He cut you both decent sized pieces of pie and drizzled a little bit of jam on top of each slice with a little sliver spoon. When the kettle roared out a sheer whistle you took it off the stove and poured it onto two empty mugs with a green tea bag in each. He handed you your plate and you made your way back to the table where you sat down and conversed over pie and tea for the remainder of that rainy afternoon.

...

Weeks past since your last visit with the Onceler, but your advice seemed to have worked well. He was still going out to town and trying to get his Thneeds to sell. Each and every day he was out there, and when he wasn't in town he was at home tending to his property. He would still drop in to check on you to make sure you were doing alright, as he always did. But it seemed like there was hardly any time to visit during those few weeks. Just both of you trying to keep up with your individual lives seemed to be more of a priority. You had to get your garden tilled and seeds as well as seedlings planted for the harvest in the fall. And he was more gungho than ever to start his business.

The sun was shining and the heat was hot as you dug holes for your beet seedlings. You tilled up the dirt multiple times a few days ago and plotted out where everything was going. You kneeled down into the freshly pulled up earth and began planting your seedlings. Getting a few rows in when you heard a noise coming from across the hill that broke you out of your rhythm. You wiped the sweat off your forehead with the back of your gloved hand as you looked up into the distance. You saw the Onceler running swiftly, and very clumsily towards you with a massive grin on his face. You stood up and smiled as you waved to him as he approached you, he waved back very haphazardly as he continued towards you at full speed, shouting incoherently. Thinking he'd slow down before getting to you, you stood in your spot awaiting him, but that wasn't the case. Before you could process what was fully happening he was running onto your garden, took you into his arms and spun you around joyously,

"I did it Y/N. I really really did it," he cried out to you as he set you back on to the soft dirt, not letting go of you.

"What did you do, Once," you asked, a bit taken back by his sudden actions. His tight grip loosened as he looked you in the eyes, his bright blue eyes beaming,

"My Thneeds, I finally sold my Thneeds. Everyone loves them, and they want me to make more of them. You were right Y/N, all I had to do was stay positive and persistent. And it all paid off," the man was practically squealing at how happy and proud he was with himself as he hugged you tightly again,

"Thank you, thank you, thank you Y/N, I couldn't have don't it without you." You hugged him back and smiled,

"Of course Once, I'm so happy for you," you said to him happily. You really meant it when you said that to him, after all of the hardships he endured and the time he put into his craft, he finally got the resolve he wanted.

He kept you in his embrace for a few more moments before letting go of you and taking a few steps back. He took in the sight of you, his eyes going wide for a split second then softening again. Your knees dirtied from the soil of the garden, a loose short sleeved t-shirt hung loosely from your shoulders, and the slightest remnants of sweat from the heat laid across your skin. Your hair put up very messily, and bits of your clothes and skin covered in dirty hand prints as well as smears from your gloves, forgetting they were on your delicate hands.

You chuckled nervously and tucked a few stray strands of hair behind your ear as he stared at you admiringly. This wasn't uncommon for him to do every now and then, he'd just look at you with a silly little smile and loving eyes. You didn't mind it though, it made you feel special. He snapped back to reality after a moment, a dusting of pink creeping upon his face,

"Oh, well, I think this calls for a celebration don't you think? When you're finished with your garden you're more than welcome to come by my place if you'd like. We can have some supper and a drink or two," he said not looking you in the eye, his face growing a darker shade of pink. Nodding in response with a soft smile,

"I'd really like that Onceler, " you said quietly looking at him with a genuine smile. He returned the smile and gave you a quick hug,

"Alrighty I'll see you in a bit" he said before making his way home, practically bolting to get started on some more Thneeds. You chuckled slightly to yourself, finding his persistence and interest in this endeavor so sweet. You smiled to yourself once more before resuming your previous activities, settling into the soft soil and planting your seedlings.

After you finished with your garden, you went into your cottage to wash up before going to the Onceler's home. As you walked to the sink, you heard a harsh crashing coming from the forest and some of the animals screeching in fear. You ran outside to see a set of freshly dug up tire tracks not far from your home headed to the Oncelers. You rushed down the path to his home, an unsettling feeling forming in the pit of your stomach as you saw his home come into view. You saw a run down camper van parked haphazardly in front of his home and there were a fair amount of people crowded out in the front. You saw Onceler talking with them, a pained smile on his face as you approached him. When he saw you he smiled and approaching you,

"Hey," he said hugging you tightly before letting go. You looked at him, to the few people gathered in front of his house, then back at him confused.

"Uh hey," you said quietly, looking at the people behind him with an unsure expression. He looked at you confused for a moment before realizing what you were doing. He guided you over to the group of people, you hesitated, but did your best to hide it as he introduced you to them.

"This is Y/N, she's my neighbor and a dear friend of mine," he said kindly as he placed a hand in your shoulder. You gave them a curt wave and a half smile. Although they didn't seem impressed with you whatsoever. The women with glasses have a you a condescending sneer while speaking,

"I see, is she always covered in dirt or is that just today's attire?" They all snickered at her remark. You didn't realize you were still in your work clothes when your rushed there. A blush crept on to your face as you looked down in embarrassment. The Onceler caught on to your embarrassed state quickly rebutted,

"Y/N has been tending to get garden recently and I invited her up here after she finished. She just didn't have time to change is all. But anyways Y/N, this is my family," he said with false confidence. He gestured to the woman with glasses and poofy blonde hair,

"This is my mother, Isabella." She gave you the fakest smile you'd ever seen, clearly unimpressed with what she saw in you. He then gestured to the taller more robust woman in purple and the short man in the suit,

"Aunt Grizelda and Uncle Ubb," both of them seemed more or less indifferent towards you. And the finally to the two twins, who were both going you devilish grins,

"And my brothers Brett and Chett." You moved slightly closer to the Onceler, feeling a bit uncomfortable in your current situation with these people he called family. He told you about how they treated him, so you weren't exactly thrilled to be in their presence. Wondering why they decided to reappear in the Oncelers life you asked,

"What brings you all the way out here?"

Isabella seemed to be a bit taken back and slightly offended by the question. Snidely responding with,

"We came to see our little Oncie, after hearing about his success with his invention we thought we owed him a little visit." You 'hmmed' at her response, knowing that was only half true. She walked up to you and the Onceler, completely ignoring you when she said,

"Oncie dear, it's been so long since we've seen each other. We'd all love to stay for a while and catch up with you. Maybe talk a little bit about your amazing invention," she said pulling him away from you. He looked back towards you as she rambled, seeing the disappointment in your face as you turned to go back home. He loosened away from his mother's grip as he reassured her he'd be back,

"Hey hey," he said softly as he caught up with you. He stood in front of you, placing his hands on your shoulders gently, trying to get you to look at him. You looked up at him, giving him a falsified smile,

"It's ok Once, they're your family. Go spend some time with them. We'll have that celebratory drink some other time." He looked at you with a somber expression,

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah Once, I'm sure," you said as you took his hands off your shoulders gently and gave them a slight pat. You nodded before giving you a quick hug,

"Soon, I promise." He let go of you and headed back towards his home, waving you goodbye. You waved back, not realizing how drastically everything was about to changes between you two.

...

A month or so passed, and his family's camper van still nestled in it's spot from when it first arrived. From what you could tell the Onceler had turned it and his home into a shop for making as well as distributing Thneeds. Not that it was the main issue in the forefront of your mind, no, it was something else entirely.

The few times you went to visit, his mother was always interjecting herself into your conversations and taking control as quickly as she could. Often making the excuse that her Oncie was incredibly busy, or that he had other things to attend to that were more important. Frankly you were getting just about fed up with her always keeping the Onceler away, forcing him to make more Thneeds, and making you feel inadequate comparatively to her and his family. How you're shyness was a weakness and that you'd need to grow a backbone if you were ever going to make it in the world. And how your lifestyle wasn't as preferable to high class living like theirs, if you'd call it that. Knit picking the little things about you she didn't like, how you dressed, the way you styled your hair, how you carried yourself and what you took interest in. Which in turn made you keep some distance between you and the Onceler, or more than you would've cared for anyways. You just felt that his mother had complete control over the entire situation.

Nothing about you was appealing to her. She thought that since the Onceler had became as successful as he was, he deserved better. Even though before his success she didn't care what happened to him, he was just a disappointment to their family.

It was to the point where you didn't know if you could keep it together. To not scream at her for the way she was acting, but you needed to stay calm and collected for the Onceler, it wouldn't be fair to him if you lost it on his insufferable mother.

You took a deep breath as you finished getting ready to go have those celebratory drinks with the Onceler. He was able to get away from his work and his family and invite to his place for supper and drinks to which you happily agreed. You put on a cute floral dress the hugged your form in all the right places, but left enough to the imagination for someones wandering eyes. You finished with some light makeup, a spritz of honey like perfume, and grabbed your basket with some freshly picked berries and wine.

The walk was short and sweet as you tried keep your thoughts focused on what you were looking forward to that evening. Just a nice, calm, quiet dinner and a couple drinks with your friend. That's what you were hoping for anyways if you were lucky. You walked up the steps, your heart beating rapidly as you approached the door and knocked lightly, hoping not to catch his families attention. The door opened almost as quickly as you knocked, the Onceler in the other side, looking a bit disheveled as he motioned you inside. You stepped inside hastily as he closed the door behind him. You looked to the table, two platefuls of pancakes topped off with butter, two empty glasses waiting to filled with the wine you brought, and a candelabra centerpiece. You smiled as you set the berries and wine on the table before turning to him,

"You did a good job Once," she said as she walked over to give him a hug. He smiled back, he looked tiredly at her as he hugged her back lightly.

"Thank you," he let go and pulled out the chair for her. She sat down and he pushed her in closer to the table and sat adjacent from her, looking at her with admiration in his eyes,

"You look lovely," he said quietly as he popped open the wine you brought and poured both your glasses half full.

"Thank you Once,"you said as you took your glass in hand, looking down and lightly swishing at the rosy pink liquid. You looked up at him and rose your glass to him,

"To you and your Thneeds Once." He clinked his glass gently against yours, drinking down the sweet burn. The two of you ate your super and caught back up, not that there's was anything new on your end of things, just tending to your garden. But it was a different situation for the Onceler. His business was absolutely booming, he was making and selling more Thneeds than he ever imagined. Money was flowing in abundantly and he loved it. Eveything that was happening to him was exactly what he wanted, its what he dreamed of when he first moved into the forest. But he wanted more,he wanted to bigger and bigger his productions, his distribution, and expand everything. You smiled forcefully, you were happy for him truly, but there was something about his plans that didn't sit right with you. It all felt wrong.

As you continued your conversation with him you heard the door slam open and his mother flamboyantly made her presence known. You groaned internally as she shouted,

"Oncie dear, Brett and Chett," she stopped mid sentence when she saw you, eyeing you down with an unimpressed grin.

"Oh goodness, I hope I'm not interrupting anything important," she said sarcastically as she walked over to the Onceler. You looked at him with a look he'd never seen before, bitterness.

"Well actually mother we were-" She refused to let him finish as she pulled his chair out and pulled him up trying to push him out the door,

"I'm sure it's not as important as talking about your business endeavors dearie. I'm sure you're little friend here doesn't mind, right?" She asked snidely raising her brows maliciously. You sighed in frustration as you stood up from the table and brushed your dress down,

"I guess not." You took a few steps away from the table and began to gather your things when she made the nastiest comment you'd ever heard her say about you,

"That's what I thought, you're a lot smarter than I figured you to be. Knowing that my Oncie has more important things to do than run around with a silly little girl. And if I may dearie, next time maybe wear something a little less revealing next time you come around here. If I didn't know any better I'd think you were trying to seduce my precious Oncie." She snickered in a sour tone.

That statement did it in for you. You had it with that woman and her antics. After taking so much disrespect from her for almost a month, you couldn't stand it anymore.

You were done.

You and the Onceler had stared at her in disbelief, you turned your attention her and snapped,

"How dare you? How are you say something so awful and disrespectful to a woman you don't know? In your entire time of staying here all you've done is pick me apart, nothing about me is good enough for you," you paused. Her face dropped, apauled by your statement. She was about to speak, but your cut her off as you resumed your vent.

"But that's not even the worst of it, the fact that you've been keeping the Onceler under your thumb and away from the people who actually care about him is absolutely awful. You didn't give a shit about him until he became successful with his Thneeds, only then did you run running to his aid. While I have been here with him since day one, I've been the one who's had to comfort him when he had a bad day. I'm the one who told him not to give up and that his efforts would pay off. And I'm the one who's supported him through everything he's been through, and I'm not just talking about his business endeavors," you took a deep breath, feeling the anger truly bubbling over and spilling out infront of the Onceler and his mother before you took a dangerous leap and said,

"You are a bad mother Isabella. And frankly you should be ashamed of yourself." You said as you gathered your basket and stormed out the door. Leaving an astonished Onceler and his fuming mother behind.

...

The walk home that evening was a brutal one. Angrily stomping down the path and slamming the door behind you as soon as you got home. You washed your face and put on a comfy T-shirt and shorts, wanting to just spend the rest of the evening being as comfortable as possible. Letting the events sink in, you realized how terrible you must have looked in front of the Onceler while you ripped apart his mother. You sighed, trying to figure out how you were going to face him after all that happened earlier that evening.

Sitting in your chair you had a cup of chamomile tea in hand as you read peacefully, trying to clear your head before you head a gentle knock at your door. You got up and approached the door slowly, looking out the window see a familiar face.

"What are you doing here Once," you asked through the door. Not that you were bothered by his company, you just felt now probably wasn't the best time for a visit considering the circumstances.

"Can I come in?" He asked kindly. You opened the door with a tired sigh, motioning him inside and out of the darkness.

He sat at the small kitchen table as you brewed up a pot of tea, placing the mug in front of him as you sat adjacent, the soft light from a table side lamp was the only source illuminating the room. You both sat in silence for a little while, listening to the tick tock of the clock and sipped your tea respectively. You cleared your throat and broke the silence as you asked,

"Why are you here Onceler?" His expression dropped when he heard the usage of his full name. The only time you used it was when you were upset or serious, which meant this situation didn't look good in his eyes. He set his mug down and rested his elbows on the table as he looked at you,

"I want to apologize to you for this evening," he paused before he continued. You perked up when he apologized and listened intently as he continued,

"What happened at my home should never have happened. It should've just been you and me enjoying a meal and a celebratory drink, not my mother interrupting and insulting you as she did. And I'm so truly sorry I never noticed how awful she's been to you, if I had known sooner I would've intervened. But now that I know, I've taken care of the problem, I had a very stern talk with her and she wont be bothering you anymore, I promise Y/N," he said with heartfelt eyes. You looked at him a bit dumbfounded, not expecting to have this conversation after such a horrendous evening, but you weren't complaining in the slightest. You smiled at him as you sipped your tea,

"You don't know how much I appreciate that Once, but you didn't have to do that. I could've defended myself just fine." He cut in abruptly,

"No I wanted to, the way she spoke to you wasn't ok at all. And if I'm being honest I felt obligated to defend you," he said as he anxiously placef his hand behind his head, a dusting of pink littered his cheeks as he continued.

"What she said about you really irked me, calling you a silly little girl and how you dressed inappropriately, I couldn't stand it." You looked at him confused, not sure why he was so upset and angry over his mother's words. Sure what she said was terrible, but it shouldn't have been enough to get him as fired up as he was.

"It made you that upset?" You asked as you finished your tea and stood up to collect the mugs you used, putting them in the sink to wash later.

"Of course it did, you're my best friend Y/N and I care about you...a lot" he said as he stood and opened his arms to you. You approached him and hugged him softly, feeling his arms wrap around you tenderly. You smiled and your heart began to race,

"I'm so happy to have you Once. You always make everything so much better for me and I can't even begin to tell you how much I appreciate it," you said as you tightened your arms around him. He brought his hand to your head and rested it there,

"I'm happy to have you Y/N. You make everything feel like a dream sometimes," he said softly as he pulled away and looked into your eyes. His face a deep crimson and his pupils wide and full as he looked at you, slowly leaning forward. You blushed as the space between you got smaller and smaller, making you're heart race as you placed your hands on his polyester vest,

"What are you doing Once?"

"I..I," he stammered as his eyes darted to the side, breaking contact with yours as he tried to find an explanation for his actions.

"Once?" Your voice was sweet and caring, and whatever else was in that tone of yours broke him down.

"There's something I should tell you," he started looking away in embarrassment before he continued once more.

"I've liked you for a really long time now, and I just never really knew how to tell you. I didn't want to ruin our friendship and make things awkward between us, so I just kept it to myself. But after tonight I realized how much you mean to me, and I don't wanna hide it anymore. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

You smiled as your face turned a bright red, now realizing that the man you had feelings for all this time felt the same way you did. Your hand wandered to his cheek and rested there, him leaning into your touch.

"I understand what you're saying very well Once," you grinned as you looked deeper into his icy blue orbs. Your heart raced against your breastplate harshly as his hand reached for your waist.

"You feel the same way?" He asked in a whisper. You nodded as you pulled him into a tight embrace. Feeling his hands cautiously wrap around your waist as he hugged back. Your hands lightly ran down his back, causing him to shiver involuntarily. You were about to pull back when he firmly held you in place, it wasn't aggressive, but enough to let you know he wanted you to stay there. His hot breath on your sensitive neck caused you to shiver slightly as you tried to steady your breathing. He took note of your body's reactions and he moved to face you,

"Is everything ok Y/N? You're shaking," he said in concern as he looked at you with a caring gaze. You nodded in response,

"I'm alright Once. Just," your face grew hot in embarrassment as you tired to find the right words to explain what was happening. You took a deep, jagged breath as you whispered,

"The way you were breathing against my neck, it felt nice." He gave you a devilish smile as he lowered his head back to your neck and let out a deep exhale. Your hands gripped at his back as you held in the need to moan, that was until he planted a soft kiss on your now ultra sensitive skin. You let out a low groan in response to his actions, feeling your self control dwindle as his kisses become more passionate against your neck. You gave out needy whimpers as you felt his nether regions begin to stiff against you thigh. Your hands roamed down as he began to playfully nip at your neck, causing you to moan out loudly.

"Once," you whimpered against his ear. He chuckled against your wet skin,

"So sensitive," he teased as he began to move his hands delicately up your shirt, testing the waters. Your hands moved down his back and maneuvered towards the front dangerously close to his now throbbing member, looking at him for permission. She nodded as he began to push the collar of your shirt down and kissed down your collarbone. Your hand gently brushed against his bulge, he shivered at your touch, groaning lustfully into your neck.

"Y/N," he gave a breathy grunt as your fingers skillfully ran along his shaft and rubbed his tip through his trousers. He was crumbling fast, as were you. Both stumbling over one another, your hand palming and rubbing vigorously as his kisses becoming more needy. You brought your hands up to his back as whispered in his ear,

"Let's take this to my room."

You didn't need to tell him twice, he practically carried you to your room and shut the door quietly behind him before approaching you slowly. He brought his hand to your face as he looked you in the eyes,

"I love you so much," he whispered as he brought his lips to your plush ones. Feeling his hands wander to your arms and gripped them gently as he lips moved down your jaw. You felt him pepper your jaw and neck in soft kisses before letting out a shuddered breath against your skin once more. You shook against him as his hands cautiously began to run up your shirt. You pulled away and lifted your arms, allowing him to take your shirt off, leaving your upper half bare for him. He pushed you lightly back on to the bed as he lips made contact with your collarbone. Causing you to shake and shiver under him as his hands pulled off your shorts and grasped at your thighs,

"Once," you moaned out softly as his lips traced the skin of your breast.

"Is this ok?" He let out a shaky whisper against the flushed skin. You nodded as you guided one of his hands that rested on your thighs to the heat between your legs. He looked up at you in surprise for a moment as you pressed his hand against your plush, slick folds. He let out a guttural moan from his throat as his expression of surprise turned to one of pure desire. He latched his lips on to your hardened buds, while his fingers gently pressed against your clit. You let out a squeal as he worked his fingers against your burning heat, placing a hand in his ebony locks to find some sort of grounding.

"I can hear your heartbeat Y/N," he said softly in between kisses and light nips at your skin. He began to trail his kisses down you stomach as his fingers gently pushed a long, slick covered digit into you. You shuddered at the fulfillment in your heat as he began to slowly pump his fingers in and out of you. It was almost cruel and how slow he was going, arching your back and slightly bucking you hips against his hand trying to create juts a little more friction.

His lips now hovered right above your clit, giving an exasperated sigh before licking a fat stripe between your folds and attacking your clit eagerly as he added another digit into your sopping pussy. You let out an loud, pleasurable moan as he continued to work his fingers against your wet walks and his tounge sucking on your clit tenderly. Your hands wandered down into his hair once more, keeping him firmly between your legs. You let out desperate, pleading moans as he continued his slow pace,

"Once, faster please," you begged in gentle, breathy burst as you felt the coil in your course slowly building up. He hummed against your pussy as he kept his steady pace, his face and hand lightly covered in your slick. Your fingers gripped and pulled lightly as his locks, needing more friction as the coil continued to build. And though he wanted to drag it out, he knew better than to overly tease you.

The pace of his limber fingers slowly picked up and his tounge swiped swiftly across your small bundle of nerves. He added a third finger, stretching you gently as his fingers pace steadily grew faster and faster. You pleas and moans filled to room, as well as the sound of your squelching heat against the Oncelers fingers. His free hand spread your thigh as far as it could go, trying to reveal as much of yourself to tim as possible, seeing you in all your wet, messy glory. You arched your back as far as it could go and threw your head back onto the pillow as you felt yourself losing control. Unfiltered moans spilling out of your mouth as you pressed his face in between your legs as much as you could without hurting him, wanting him to finish what he started. He hummed against you clit as his pace began to become erratic, wanting to speed up too fast, but knowing that if he'd slow down you'd be very displeased.

Your legs began to shake as your orgasm approached,

"Once, I, fuck," you mewled out. Cumming on his fingers and in his mouth as he gave an approving grunt. He lapped up your fluids thoroughly before stepping back and off the bed, stripping down in front of you. You looked up and down his form in admiration, seeing his lean torso and slightly toned arms made your heart beat faster in anticipation. Your eyes wandered down to his clear bulge in his boxers as he pulled them down swiftly letting his cock spring free.

It was fair in length, decent girth, a few veins scattered along the shaft, and a tip leaking ungodly amounts of precum. You looked up at him, seeing his face a deep red and avoiding eye contact with you, looking slightly ashamed of himself.

"Hey," you spoke sweetly and softly to him as you watched him hesitantly walk to your side of the bed, but not crawling in it.

"What's the matter Once?" You asked as he sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at you with a shamed experience,

"It's just, I don't have much experience," he said as he rubbed to back of his neck. You gave him a remorseful smile and gestured him to come crawl in the bed next to you. He nodded as he made his way to you, his weight sinking into the mattress as he laid his head on your chest,

"It's ok Once, you don't have to feel ashamed for not having much experience. I'm here with you now because I want to be. And if it makes you feel better, I don't have much either, so we'll help each other along the way, ok?" You whispered to him and gave him a light kiss on his forehead head. He looked at you with the most loving look you'd ever seen in a man as his lips crashed on to yours passionately. He crawled on to of you cautiously as or not hurt you and spread your legs, feeling his patience depleting with each passing second. He pulled his lips away from yours and adjusted his throbbing member at your entrance, looking at you innocently for permission, you nodded your head with haste,

"Please Once," desire dripping off your tounge as he sheathed himself slowly inside of your wet folds. A loud, high pitched groan erupted from his throat once he was fully inside of you,

"Fuck," he cursed out in a breathy moan, his hands gripped your thighs tightly, trying to keep himself from being overly rough with you. You moaned out his name, letting your hands roam up his back and nails digging into his pale skin as he began to softly thrust his hips against yours. His thrusts were soft and gentle at first, his hands resting on your face as he looked into your eyes with need,

"You're so beautiful," he praised, placing a soft kiss in your forehead as his pace was slow and steady. He wanted to savor it, every movement, every expression you made, every sound, all of it. He never had any like this before in his life and never wanted to lose it.

You bucked your hips up slightly, wanting him to pick the pace as you moaned gently,

"Once, more, please," you begged slightly. He took note of your plea and thrusted faster and a bit more rough than before, causing you to let out a surprised yelp. He stopped for a moment and looked at you with worry,

"I'm not hurting you am I?" He asked in a breathy whisper. You shook your head as you pulled him in and against your chest,

"Not at all, I liked it," you whispered back. That was all he needed to hear from you. He nodded before he thrusted into you harshly, causing you to arch your back in pleasure. He chuckled to himself as he began to snap his hips against yours, thrusting his cock roughly in out of your dripping pussy. You let out desperate yelps and moans as he gripped your shoulders, your nails dragging against the skin of his back as he seemed to hit all the right spots.

"God you look so good like this, you're so beautiful Y/N," he moaned out, almost in a whimpering manner. You clenched around him in response as his gripped loosened on your shoulders and moved down to your hips. Gripping you tightly once again as his lips made contact with your neck, kissing and nipping gently as his moans began to turn into needy whimpers.

Your hands roam from his now scratched up back to his face, looking at him with loving eyes and taking in the sight of him above you. His face red, eyes completely drowned in lust and desire, and a light layer a of sweat across his brow. His grip became more harsh as he looked into your eyes,

"So, pretty," he stuttered as he pulled you up into a sitting position in his lap and he continued to thrust into you, slamming your hips down against his. The new angle allowed him to penetrate deeper into you, causing you to throw back your head in ecstacy, your release slowly approaching one again. Your moans and yelps became louder and more frequent as he thrusted up into you. He took note of how close you were and wrapped his arms around you, placing his hands on your back and gripping them gently,

"You close sweet girl," he cooed in a breathy whisper. You nodded as you squeezed you eyes shut and hugged him tightly. He kissed your head sweetly, his pace steady as you felt your release wash over you abruptly.

You gave him a long, pleasure filled moan as you squeezed your entire being around him, holding onto to him like your life depended on it. His pace slowly began to speed up and his moans and whimpers became more desperate,

"I love you so much, you're so perfect Y/N, fuck," he yelled against your neck, causing you to shiver in his arms. His soft grip on your back soon turned into his nails gently digging into your soft skin as his thrusts were harder than they'd been that night. He could feel he was close, his breath heavy, grip harsh and needy, as the sounds he made we absolutely unholy to say the least. You brought your lips to his ear as you let a out breathy moan,

"Please cum inside of me Once, please." That was enough for him. As soon as the words feel off your tounge, his body tensed up and shook as his cock twitched inside of you, letting himself fill you with his hot seed. He mewled out praises of you, how much he loved you and how good you were for him as he rode out his high.

You felt him soften inside of you before pulling yourself off of him, laying down next to him as he continued to catch his breath. He looked at you with soft eyes as he ran his slender fingers through your hair as he whispered,

"You have no idea how long I wanted to do that," eh chuckled as he kissed your cheek tenderly.

"Oh believe me, I know."

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thewidowsledger · 1 year

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Secrets Behind Our Dreams

Chapter 5: Secrets Out | 2.5k

Summary: You are a club dancer; a stripper. Natasha is a respected notorious mob boss. What would happen if your paths happened to cross one night? The only thing you knew about each other was your dreams, and neither of you knew what the other was.

Pairing: Mob Boss Natasha Romanoff x Stripper Female Reader

Tags | Warnings: 18+, violence

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You discreetly made your way through the private entrance, a pathway reserved only for the workers of the club. But sometimes this would also be the exit of those big patrons of the club, except that sometimes they would leave with the girls you work with.

You took your earphones off your ears as you slid the door, and made your way to your personal area. You glanced at yourself through your small vanity mirror and checked the whole area curious as to why you're the only one here.

This evening seems to be different. Usually you would arrive here with a lot of girls already fixing each other, complimenting each other, talking about the clients they had the other night. It disgusts you actually that they would always compliment each other but would talk shit as soon as the other turned around or how they would fuck each other's boyfriends or girlfriends behind each other's back.

You are new here, you perform and the other nights you're a cocktail server. You've been working here at Valkyrie's club for a month now. But still the other girls don't talk to you, they won't even notice you when you come in. They would just notice you when you get a big tip from some guest. But everytime that happens they would always give you a piercing look that could literally kill. One time you had a big tip, you didn't know that the other girls knew, but they do; they know everything. They told everything to Penelope and she came up to you and threatened you to know your place. You know damn well that they just wanted a fight out of you, so you didn't give them the satisfaction of getting what they wanted. You could literally see how pissed Penelope was when you didn't shoot her any words, you didn't even glance at her.

Penelope, she is the most booked and prized worker of the club. Everybody likes her, except you of course. She possesses a natural air of confidence and seductiveness. However, beneath her polished facade, there lurked a simmering resentment and jealousy towards those who dared to steal even a sliver of her spotlight. That's what she calls it, stealing. She doesn't like it when someone gets more attention and…more money, tips. In her quest to maintain her reign as the center of attention, her sharp tongue would sometimes lash out, disguised as sarcasm or biting remarks, leaving no doubt that she despised any girl who dared to steal the limelight she believed was exclusively hers. And you actually don't get why the other girls would act like she's like a famous Hollywood star. They would always try to befriend her while Penelope is being a bitch to them.

There are also some rumors circling around that she has connections with some mobsters and she could literally order to kill anyone if she wanted, and you knew better than to get in her way.

You took your phone out of your windbreaker's jacket and checked the message Valkyrie sent you a few hours ago: Hey are you free? I want you in tonight, I know you don't do private shows so your pay will be coming from me as always so you don't have to get around to get some tips, but you can still do that if you want to you know? Anyway, the show starts at 10, don't be late.

You instinctively looked at the clock of the room, it was already 9:26 in the evening.

"Okay, almost half an hour. Let's do this." You muttered to yourself.

You opened your spotify and played the Black Swan playlist you downloaded, putting it on speaker. You went to your usual routine, you took your make-up kit out of your navy blue Jansport backpack.

You started tiptoeing with your pink slides to the song 'A Room of Her Own' by Clint Mansell, one of the songs in the playlist. Your arms gracefully extended like wings while you're holding your mascara, caressing the air around you, your feet barely touched the ground as you leapt and spun.

You were startled when you heard the door open harshly. And speaking of the devil, Penelope emerged from behind.

"Why are you here?"

"I-uhh, I-Valkyrie called me in. She said that I'm…in… tonight." You stuttered, lost in your words. You immediately put your music to stop, the sound of awkwardness replacing the room.

Penelope looked at you from head to toe with disappointment and annoyance in her face.

"Oh for the love of Goddess of Death, Valky," she muttered to herself but you heard it.

"You get your shit done and come with me." Penelope strictly commanded as she pointed her index finger to you before making her way out.

"What? Wh-no I'm not…I don't do private shows I just–"

"Yeah, dance?" Penelope turned around and let out a loud mocking laugh, she took a step towards you and once again glared at you from head to toe, "I wonder why they called you the Dancing Queen, or should I say…Dancing Freak?" she laughed again but louder this time enunciating the 'Dancing Freak' mockingly.

"If Valkyrie didn't message you then you don't have to be here, if you got one from her then this is the place where you needed to be," Penelope closed the distance between the both of you, "And you got one so you do what I say."

You just nodded. As soon as she turned her back at you, you rolled your eyes on her.

"You do what I say," you mockingly repeated, "What are you? My mom?" You huffed at her. But quickly stood straight as soon as she started talking again.

"There are exclusive patrons tonight, the club is reserved only for them," Penelope looked at you again, "And I don't have time to instruct shit to you because I am getting a good fuck tonight while you on the other hand will just dance at your little stage." She smirked at you and let out a few chuckles.

But the thing is you had no problem with that, you don't do private shows because you know how things end up after it. During a private show, the client and the dancer would be in a private room for lap dance. And there is a rule of no touching the girls but for some reasons most of your co-workers ends up getting fucked. The worst case you encountered was when a girl you work with was dragged out of the club for having an affair with someone's wife. The bouncers didn't even do their jobs and you knew that the husband paid them not to interrupt. It's still money after all. And you couldn't get into those, you don't plan on getting to those.

"Your song will be dropped in 15." Penelope rolled her eyes on you as she made her way out, she sharply glanced at you over her shoulders, "What's your name?"

"Y/N, I'm–"

"Y/N, know your place. Got that?"

"Yeah..." You responded immediately, because you feel like there is a sniper aiming towards you right now, and once she snapped. You're dead, dead as hell.

You felt like a cold bucket of water was washed over you when she said those, but you brushed away her threats. You know your place, you always do.

As soon as she was out of your sight, you took your windbreaker and jogging pants out of your body. Revealing the black lingerie behind it.

"So what if you're going to get a good fuck tonight? My vibrator for sure does a lot better than whoever will fuck you..." You huffed.

As you took your bag, your old pointe shoe that has a lot of stitches in it caught your attention, and you smiled at the sight of it. You grabbed the box of your 5 inch spool heel out beside it, as soon as you wore it you quickly criss-crossed each lace and tied it at the back of your calves.

You took the garment you're going to wear, it is a red short dress, the fabric is silk; smooth against your skin. Comfortable enough, you think. It embraced your figure with a tailored fit, revealing your cleavage. Its sleek silhouette highlighted your slender waist.

You stood and walked towards the mirror, you let out a deep sigh, "Something's missing." You panicked and started to search for your pocket knife, you always bring it with you in case of emergency. You actually don't know how to use it, but you know that you'll surely know how to in a mere second something bad happens.

You stared at your eyes that reflected on it.

"Perfect, let's get this over with baby."

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You walked through the halls of the club, the loud banging sound getting nearer and nearer. For a few seconds, the loud banging sound was replaced with a different music, your song. Love is a Bitch by Two Feet

You don't actually practice when it comes to this, you just go and do your thing with whatever song comes on. You let out a deep sigh, and checked the knife placed on your leg, behind your exposed lingerie before stepping at the back of the stage.

"You got this Y/N. You got this. Get your shit done and go home."

You entered at the mid-part of the song, as soon as you stepped on the stage, a surge of nervous energy coursed through your veins. But you're used to it, you just need to get the song to consume you.

The dimly lit room came alive with the sound of whistles, shouts, and groans of pleasure. The gaze of patrons fixed upon you, their eyes were hungry for you as you moved like a fluid on the stage.

The room seemed to be different, the guests, the patron were all wearing a suit, very formal you think. But you shook away your thoughts and just minded your own business. You dance with the song. The lights perfectly illuminated your every move. You walked towards the pole and grinded your ass behind it. Your heart pounded in your chest, becoming intertwined with the pulsating beats of the music.

I'm tryin'

I'm tryin' not to forget my words

'Cause when I'm around you, I tend not to changin' my mind

The whistles and shouts once again erupted from the audiences. The attention was indeed validating, but a part of you couldn't help but feel a slight disgust at the objectifying reactions. You hated it, but you reminded yourself that this is what you signed for.

You caressed the pole and started to circle around it. You glanced around the room and saw Penelope with a group of patrons. And there is someone looking towards you, it's a familiar figure actually. You watched as they laughed but the this person just kept their eyes on you.

You know that look, you only know one person who gazes like that. You can't be wrong, your eyes filled with horror as you realized...

Shatana, was it Shatana? No, no, no, fuck...

"My name's Natasha! What's yours!"

My name's Y/N...what...in the hell I am answering her this late? How would she hear my stupid thoughts you stupid, Y/N!

You're killing yourself in your mind as everything dawned to you. She was the woman you met few weeks ago, the woman who saved you. And you didn't give her your name when she asked you, great. Now you just wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible, you're close to considering jolting towards the door.

You were actually impressed to yourself, doing your job hot as always, but you were killing yourself in your mind at the same time.

You removed your eyes towards her direction, but Penelope's action made you grip the pole harder as she made her way towards Natasha, she sat beside her, you could clearly see how she played with her collar, unbuttoning her suit. At this point you just wanted to let the floor eat you.

But Natasha never looked away from you, she watched you like a hawk watching its prey.

So...Penelope's getting fucked by her...tonight? Wow...what? What wow? No…I'm not—

Fuck Y/N know your place, you know your place...

Penelope was reserved by Natasha tonight, the thought made something twist in your stomach.

You took a boldness out of you, you feel that your song is going to end. So you allowed yourself to surrender completely to the music, igniting a fire inside you. You groped your breasts and caressed your neck while grinding your ass to the pole with a pleasurable expression showing in your face. You looked over to Natasha and smirked seductively, you swear you saw her clench her jaw.

And you saw how she quickly stood in frustration when the lights of the platform you were in went off together with your song.

The groans of disappointment of the patrons filled the air as everything went down, they were demanding for more.

You exited from the dark stage with a satisfied smirk, you brushed off the blush forming in your cheeks—and the thoughts of Penelope getting railed by her instead of…

"Hey, someone wants you there." The bouncer called your attention.

"No, I'm just here to perform. I-I don't do...you know private shows." You quickly explained as you started feeling anxious.

He walked over to the entrance and held the door for you, "We have rules, you call us out when something happens."

"I don't have much of a choice do I?" You smiled awkwardly to the bouncer as you walk to the door.

The thoughts of Penelope's threat came over your mind.

"You know your place, Y/N. Don't get in her way, don't get in anybody's way." You muttered as you reminded yourself.

"Yo, chica!" A man sitting in one of the leather couches signaled you over.

You cringe at the nickname he gave you and looked up at him, his area was a little secluded, 2nd floor balcony of the club, "Okay...maybe this is my place." You muttered to yourself as you quickly walk your way to the man sitting alone.

Right now you just wanted everything to end and go home.

When you're finally in front of him, he quickly grabbed your hand and kissed it, he looked up at you seductively. His mouth released some smoke, you couldn't help but cough. You felt something wrong, your body starting to get cold. You glanced over the bouncer who had been standing beside the stage but he wasn't there anymore. The man never released his grip on your hand. You tried checking over Natasha's area where you saw her earlier, but she wasn't there.

Oh, maybe she's giving Penelope a good fuck now.

"Why don't you sit, chica?" The man called you, he brushed his thumbs over your knuckles. As you faced him you were once again welcomed by the smoke coming out of his mouth. You coughed harshly this time.

You startled when you heard a couple of incoming steps, you saw a figure walking towards your place.

It was Natasha...

As soon as she made it in front of you, she faced the man. In a blink of an eye she took the cigarette out of the his mouth and squeezed it to the ground.

"What the fuck? Who do you think you are?!" The man that was holding you lost his grip on you as he stood and shouted over Natasha's face.

Natasha looked at you with concern, and she just held your hand. But as soon as you both started to walk away the man grabbed her shoulder and aimed a punch straight to her jaw.

You backed away from the commotion.

The man grabbed something behind his pants, you could see how sharp it was. It was a detailed-engraved knife as if it was personalized.

Natasha clenched her jaw and smirked at the sight of his knife, but it only fueled the anger of the man. Without a second the man slowly walked towards Natasha and caressed the knife in her cheeks.

"You're feisty, I would be lying if I said I don't like it," He huffed straight to her face, his eyes darkened, "But I want that girl more so try not to be jealous." He pointed at you using the knife.

You were trembling, scared of what might happen. You just wanted to run away. But Natasha…what is she doing? Is she crazy?

You watched as the man threatened her with the knife. You reflexively took a step back when Natasha grabbed the hand of the man and snapped it, he wailed in pain. You swear, despite the loud banging sound of the club you heard how his bones snapped. Natasha took the knife and examined it before putting it in her pocket. She kicked the right leg of the man making him kneel in front of her, you were stunned in horror when she gripped the man's hair and started punching his face over and over and over. As soon as she's satisfied, a loud thud was heard when she released her hold on the man. He was now unconscious, his whole face bleeding, lying on the ground. Natasha shook her right hand two times, you could clearly see some blood splattering away, but you didn't know if it was from the man's face or she had bruises while doing it.

She took a handful of cash in her pocket. She turned and flashed the wad of money to you.

"Can I get a private show?"

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justyanle · 2 years

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Can you pls do part to for Spider and reader? I literally can't wait till I read the next chapter!!!!!

Home in the War. [2]

(Spider x F!Reader)

Spider couldn't be more than joyed to finally be with the girl of his life and dreams, though, what you did during a certain festival made him fall deeper down the infinite rabbit hole of your love.

Home in the War. | CH 1

Content Warning: Fluff, Spider is happy finally, Spider x f!Reader

The heart to heart you had just faced with Spider was still laced in your mind, it was hazy - you were feeling fuzzy, dumb even, due to the mutual feelings that were expressed through words exchanged - or even because of a little kiss.

Eclipses, months, have passed ever since that night of endearment that happened with your dear Spider. Since then, the two of you had been walking around the village of the Omaticaya hand in hand, ready to announce to the dozens of your Na'vi friends your new, blooming, and fresh undying love.

They knew that your human bond was closer and stronger than the friendships and relationships of others, they didn't fail to recognize the romantic longing gazes and cheeky smiles you two reciprocated even before you were dating.

By now, they were already growing onto your relationship. Being happy and congratulated, they couldn't help but acknowledge that you seemed like you were hiding something from your beloved Spider.

Them being concerned friends for Spider's relationship, they told their small and dear human friend about their growing suspicion of you, usually starting off with a cautious "Yo, Spider? I know it's not my place to say something but I think your girl's being pretty private from you." to make sure his buttons weren't being pushed at the mention of your gloried name to him and of course, it backfired.

The sun has his moon and of course, the moon has her sun - everybody knew that, and that the moon was ready to give her everything for her sun.

He would always be struggling to keep up with the Sully children despite his strong build whenever they were wandering the woods. He was quick, but not quick enough for the standards of Na'vi, and that was exactly what you were going to fix.

Six years ago, you have begged the rest of the in-closed scientists to add an extra avatar link hidden away in the lab, far away from were the rest of the links were.

It took a lot of persuasion to finally convince the smartasses to add another one, though, they were confused and questioned "Who is this for? We don't have any other person to build an avatar for."

"Oh but we do."

The six years of the developing avatar body had passed like a breezy wind. Your reserved stay in the lab for years was going into pure love and genuineness.

There have been many avatars created since then, ranging from tall and short that were going to be attending at a festival tonight.

The Erox'lam was a festival of celebrating to Eywa your thanks for the people you dear - families laughing and reciprocating warm kisses, handicraft presents to give to your loved ones as a way of showing your endearment, food shared throughout the clan donated by different families to portray the support for the rest of the clan, and last but not least, the festival is a way of showing harmony through the toughest times the clan was facing together as one, it was lovely.

That afternoon, you have been scavenging the needed materials for the Erox'lam festival alongside with Spider.

The clan of Omaticaya already has it's adorable children laughing around and playing, their fellow young friends sharing a heartwarming giggle.

Spider could only watch from afar, fiddling with the leaf in his hand that will contribute as a plate for the feast later tonight. His mouth unconsciously started having it's own accord, moving to let out a noise, "Do you ever wonder what it's like to be like married or something?" a lovestruck tone.

The breath entering your throat hitched and practically got stuck, "I mean - uh- yeah, no doubt. The idea of a marriage in Omaticaya way is sweet," a heat circulating in your red forming cheeks due to the question and casualty, "their culture is beautiful.."

Spider could only snap his head towards your reply, not expecting a genuine answer to his trailed off question.

"Hey, when this whole war is over-" Spider started although being cut off by the current Olo'eyktan and once human, Jake.

"Hey [Y/N], Spider! You gotta start preparing for the festival later, it takes a long time to look like a barbie doll, y'know!"

Toruk Makto's children only appeared a few moments later and strutted to the spot where you and Spider were previously just squatting on.

Before you knew it, Tuk and Kiri already got ahold of you, babbling your ears off endlessly about the upcoming festival and weaved clothing pieces that were soon to be on you.

Looking back at the brothers that had your boyfriend occupied, going the opposite direction, you could only give a sweet toothy sympathetic smile, a grin pasting on his face at the sight of you.

"[Y/N]! You're going to look like a princess!" Tuk cheered, happy at the thought of you all dressed up like all of the other beautiful women amongst the clan.

"Ehh, I'm not sure Tuk, I'm probably just gonna be wearing my usual outfits again, I don't want to draw attention by looking different than I usually do." you whined back, obviously now wanting to be the spotlight of this important festival.

"C'mon, [Y/N]! This festival rarely happens, it's about love! Why don't you want to try and dress up sometimes? Let's go!" Kiri encouraged, rushing to a hut where there were women working on their woven tops and bottoms.

"Here, me and my mother have been working on this top for you." the older girl placed an elegant white beaded top in your hand, a pattern of it being decorated with green vines and a window that would show cleavage.

"But, I thought your mom didn't like me, Kiri?"

"She's warmed up to you because you make us happy, [Y/N]!" Tuk reassured, answering your question directed to Kiri instead, an adoring grin on her face.

"Thank you, guys, this is big help for looking beautiful."

"Oh, and! This is your bottom." The five-fingered teen handed a long white silky fabric into your hands, the silk covering your behind and flowed elegantly at the middle of your front. It's waistband is covered in different hues of father's dangling off of the fabric and around your thighs.

"Oh my.. Guys this is too much to ask for. I can't imagine how long this took." you thanked, inspecting the beauty of the crafted clothing of yours prepared for the festival.

"Just put it on already! I wanna see you shine!" Tuk cheered you on, jumping from excitement at seeing your beautiful figure in a new appearance.

Once you had changed, their jaw practically lost all the muscle holding it up, falling at the new sight of you. Your curves were prominent as the top complimented your chest perfectly, the flowy loincloth sat on the curves of your hips, the silky material following the movement of your body and hips gracefully.

"Holy shit, [Y/N]!" Kiri swore, eyes big and face visibly in shock, having a grip on you and twirling your exposed body.

"You're so pretty, ahh!" Tuk practically fangirling at the sight of your new transformation.

They could only squeal as you laugh at their reaction, pure amusement on your face.

The moment had died down when an unnoticed Neytiri was observing her children, standing outside the entry of the hut.

"O-Oh, Mother! I did not expect to see you so soon, I thought you were helping the elders prepare." Kiri shyly stated, quite intimidated at the sight of her mother seeing her play around with the species her mom hated the most.

"Ah, you and Tuk can be helping your grandmother right now, Ma Kiri." Neytiri notes to her eldest daughter.

"Ah, yes, the feast." she remembers as she walks out of the hut followed by Tuk, them giving you quite a look that yelled 'goodluck!' before leaving.

Neytiri and you are now just alone in the spacious place that stored the clothing of the women in the Sully family.

As you were just about to excuse yourself, Neytiri sighs, her eyes flickering to yours before ushering you to sit beneath the flooring.

Obeying, your body that ranged small compared to hers was sat as she took her own seat behind you, your back facing the Na'vi woman's body.

"Ma child, I know that you are aware of my hatred for sky people," she started, her four fingers combing through your soft textured hair.

"but I have observed that you are a girl of your peace. You make my children happy." she continued, feeling light tugs on your hair due to the braid she was skillfully forming.

"You are a good influence on my kids, [Y/N], your boyfriend though.. tell the impulsive boy that he is reckless."

You giggled, the tone of the Omaticayan woman was stern and strict that was laced with sarcasm. She tried to stifle a chuckle that was close to erupt.

"All I am saying is, Ma child, continue being you towards my kids."

You nodded, keeping an important mental note to make her happy and satisfied with you, knowing her despise for sky people so this was a rare opportunity.

As she pulled away from your now braided hair, it resembles the queue of a Na'vi, the rest of your silky locks only following that loose braid.

"Thank you, I do not know how to make up for this, your work is much better than the style I was about to give myself." you complimented, a grateful and thankful smile placed on your lips.

"Don't be ridiculous Ma child, it's my way of gratitude for being good on my children."

She left the hut with a light feeling on her chest, finally relieved to tell you that she did not have a sour feeling for you.

Strutting to the lab, "Hi, Norm! Is the link stabilized to be used for later?" you asked, preparing the gift for someone.

The scientist's ears perked at the noise of his daughter figure making sure this gift that was planned for years was okay. He nodded and gave a toothy beam followed by a teasing "Also, kid, you look great! Sure that little boy of yours is gonna be head over heels in love with you again."

"Stop, he's gonna be completely fine. It's just me in other clothes, Norm." replying with a sarcastically tired sigh.

Looking over at the blue body that laid on the bed from the other room where a window was placed to see, his features were exactly like the boy you had grown to fall for over and over again.

The eyes that were already twinkling, the nose similar to a feline's nose, lips still as plump and soft like the last time you kissed him that night, you hoped he would do it again.

Giving one last prideful glance at the body, smiling.

You had fixed up your appearance before navigating for where the Sully sisters could be spotted.

A'last, your search for the Sully sisters had ended as you joined the two girls who were now dressed differently from earlier.

"Tuk, Kiri! Hey!" you greet the tall Na'vis, twinkles of toothiness shared on each one of your faces.

Chatting along, the horn has finally made its announcement of its beginning, rushing towards the crowd that circled the light of heat.

The festival was now starting, the dozens of Na'vi surrounding a fire to light up the nights of Pandora.

A sacred prayer was being led by Tsahik Mo'at, a prayer for endearment, care, and tranquility for the clan.

As the rest of the clan was chanting along Mo'at's voice, the energy of Eywa currently spreading across the air of Omaticaya.

Eyes closed, chanting the feeling of completion amongst the Omaticaya, it was grace and beauty.

Ending the call of Mother, your eyes finally opened to a scenery to behold.

Him.

It's almost like he has the ability to make the concept of time stop in his hands every time.

The feelings of red blooming in you, red cheeks, red ears, and red roses, the flower of love.

His irises were only two but could tell thousands, each eye only told the story of you in his mind. Just you.

The view you are facing now has his body cleaned from the blue paste applied to imitate the stripes of a Na'vi, dreads now tied in a way it complimented and proudly display his face, the usual loincloth he wore now being replaced by a white texture that imitated yours.

Oh my Eywa.

Rushing over to him, not even bothered to give attention to the tenths of Omaticaya boys looking at your beautiful figure, and of course, Spider was one of them.

He looked as awestruck as you were on your sudden transformations.

"I am so lucky to genuinely call you mine, [Y/N]." he admired, giving your body a twirl, the silkiness of the loincloth hanging low from your hips trailing the motion of your movement.

"I could say exactly the same for you, Spider."

Thus, the beat of Erox'lam finally started. He could only lace your oh so delicate fingers with his as he pulled you onto a spot.

"Oh no, no, no. Spider I don't dance, you knew that ever since we were young." you protested, trying to oppose the forceful pull Spider was doing.

"Please? Give me this one chance, [Y/N]." he begged, eventually letting out a sigh of defeat and now interlacing your delicate hands against his veiny and calloused ones from the physical activities he performed in the nature of Pandora.

Both of your bodies were now moving delicately but still stern, following the upbeat rhythm of the clan's music that is adored and danced to by many.

Almost like it felt like that night all over again, not only being engulfed in the endless love from Spider but the love of the clan emitting all around.

"It was not just a coincidence when I asked if you thought of marriage, [Y/N]. I know our night is young and new but my feelings have been waiting for thousands."

You didn't know that Spider could be as poetic as this, coming from such a reckless and unserious boy was rare - this is how you knew all of this was genuine, genuine passion. Genuine love.

"This clan is our family, Spider - but my home is still you."

It's like tsahelyu is made without a queue, such a spiritual bond of desire and passion done with the spirit in your eyes.

Pulling away from the boy holding you dear to him, "Spider, there is something I have been wanting to show you for years, come." trying to lead him away from the crowd of tall Na'vi riding their bodies to the wave of music.

He could only nod, a strong arm snaking around your exposed waist, a shiver running down your spine at the contact of his skin on yours.

As he saw that you were heading to the lab, he was puzzled. "[Y/N], why are we here? Everybody else is at the fire." he questioned, unsuspecting of the reason.

"You'll know." you replied, typing into the door of the room - the one that seemed like one that Spider could never enter in.

"But, you told me to never enter? Why are we here?" the poor boy asked again, more than lost at the event tuning out right before his eyes.

At last, the door opened to behold the glory of a-

Link?

No, no, he knew a link wouldn't be there without the body of an avatar. Could this be what he was possibly thinking? He surely was losing his mind wasn't he?

"Oe kaltxí si nga nìltsan Erox'lam, ma Spider." (I greet you well Erox'lam, my Spider.)

His eyes searched for the body, scanning further into the brightly lit lab and -

There it was. There he was.

A version of his already toned body into a blue and tall one, the face replicating his, the body that were now collaborated with cat-like features. Bigger and rounder eyes, a nose sculpted flat, yet it was definitely him.

The hair of the body that was not even close to similar to Spider's current hair was long, smooth like silk soaring through winds or rather, water.

"But [Y/N], it takes years for an avatar body to develop, does this mean-" he started but immediately getting his sentence interrupted by the lines of "Yes, Spider.. I have asked the scientists to make you one ever since we were 10,"

"I was young, but I knew my heart well."

Tears were practically building up into his doll-like eyes, the one you fell for every single time. Sure, he was partially crying because of the fact he finally received the gift he desired for years, but he knew you were more special, the one he desired the most.

"I will love you until the whole reality collapses, [Y/N]." he sniffled, a deeply sentimental emotion settling into his chest. He knew it. It would be you all along.

"Ah! My Spider, don't cry.." you rushed to his taller figure, your hands were now placed on both sides of his cheeks, wiping away the crystals graceful trickling down his face.

He could only smile, he couldn't believe it. "Let's get you into the link." you insisted, guiding his body into the capsule.

As he laid, he could only watch you delicately, your effortlessly breathtaking view was like a drug for him.

Pushing him down, his head rose, observing you. It was now only sinking into his chest that he had an avatar, the thrill traveling all around his body, a toothy smile was now on display.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shi-"

"Shut up, Spider." you laughed and pushed his head down, pulling down the following metal that would encase his body.

"Think blank, Spider. It would be easier to transfer your mind into the brain of the avatar and bring it consciousness." reminding him, a tone that would engrave in his head.

"How could I think blank when all I could think of is you?" he flirted, obviously not taking a new step of his life seriously.

"Spider!" smiling at your boyfriend's immature and flirty antics.

What you did next was not expecting for him, a quick peck with a red hue on your cheeks.

"Bye, darling!" you farewelled, now putting on a lab coat, heading over to where avatar Spider now laid, his eyes were sensitive to the bright light, squinting as he tries to cover them.

Holding a clipboard and pen in your hand, "Spider, can you try to move your fingers for me?" you requested, readying your notes for the upcoming behaviour of his.

Like requested, he brought his now blue and large hands up to his face, thick and veiny fingers now displayed in front of his features.

You nodded, taking down notes and going into the next procedure, "Okay, you're doing good, next I want you to wiggle your toes and try bending your knees."

Your words basically went through one ear and left the other, he was still admiring his hand, that was now unconsciously moving onto your face that scaled smaller compared to his now big hands. He could only pat your head gently and cup your cheek, thumb grazing over your features, his face portraying an emotion of admiration.

Baffled as you speak "Spider, what the hell are you doing?", questioning his sudden action that did not follow your directions.

"You're beautiful."

"Spider.."

"As a human or as an Avatar, [Y/N], my love for you will still be bigger than what my heart can hold."

a/n: SOSOSOSOksoaoso AHHHHHHHHHHHHH I FINALLY FINISHED THIS AFTER THIS ASK HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG LIKE GENUINELY SO LONG, I WANTED TO PUT AVATAR!SPIDER ON THE DESCRIPTION BUT IT WOULD RUIN THE SUPRISE 😭

it took so long to do this because i was thinking of how to do a plot for home in the war for the LONGEST time, i hope this was good enough lmfao my reqs open my babes i hope this blog doesnt flop bruh

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possibilistfanfiction · 1 year

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world cup goals! footy au? Literally anything though, thank youuuuuu

[shoutout to katie mccabe & also everyone's suits. love this wc]

it took four years too long, but finally — finally — you get to watch ava in a world cup. you're, of course, the face of the nation, the captain, all the hopes of a repeat resting on your shoulders. this time, it feels light; it feels like a gift, to have people believe in you — to have people think you deserve their faith. you know, without a doubt, that you will play the best football you possibly can. when you answer ava's facetime just before she gets on the bus — so she can show you how she's opted to wear the team suit, perfectly tailored, a deep navy, without a shirt underneath it, mismatched earrings and an opal drop chain you'd gotten her a few months ago, because you saw it and knew she would love it — and she smiles, you know that you already have the faith of the most important person in the world.

when you watch from the conference room your team has reserved, your opening match not for two days still, but it counts as film studies, really, all things considered — lilith rolls her eyes but is currently curled up on the couch next to you in an oversized hoodie that smells suspiciously like camila's perfume — it fills your chest so immensely you don't know how you keep breathing for a moment. ava jumps the line with a grin, her socks slipping low and one side of her shorts already pulled up and tucked into her compression shorts, and you think you might burst.

the commentators mention her missed world cup last cycle, but they don't have much time to dwell on it because, only a few minutes in, ava brushes hair out of her face and lifts her hand, taking the first corner of the game. lilith rolls her eyes before it even happen, and joy — amusing, overwhelming happiness — fills you when ava hits a perfect olympico, one of her favorite set pieces to goof around with on the training ground. she's laughing, when her team runs over, when she turns to the fans screaming her name, when she holds up her hands in the shape of a heart to the camera.

'god, she's so insufferable,' lilith grumbles.

'are you grumpy because you haven't scored an olympico?'

'we haven't even played yet, beatrice.'

you shrug, reveling in ava's bright play all up and down the left side after the restart, the way she tracks back and holds the ball patiently, the exuberance and fearlessness of some of her overlapping runs. 'worried you won't win the golden boot this time around?'

'just about as worried as you are that you won't win the golden ball.'

ava whiffs — badly — on a cross and just accepts her teammates' good natured teasing, a playful shove to the shoulder as they gather themselves defensively before the goal kick. you wait a beat and then lilith giggles, literally giggles, and you can't help the laughter either.

'i am begging the football gods to show me a replay of that,' she says, already on twitter to see if anyone posted about it.

ava plays the rest of her pre-planned sixty minutes with the same fervor — cheerful, creative, fun. she nets another goal and lends an assist before she's subbed out, gets in two nutmegs, which you know she secretly enjoyed the most. she is a formidable opponent, and you've learned, by now, it's because of how she plays: light, everywhere.

she facetimes you after her presser, just as you're settling into bed. she looks so soft in a team-issued crew neck and tired, content eyes, her hair still damp from her post-game shower.

'did you enjoy that first goal?'

'well, that's one way to kick off your world cup tenure.'

she grins. 'you thought it was sexy.'

'unfortunately, i think just about everything you do is sexy.'

ava pouts. 'come on, bea. an olympico? in my first world cup match ever? please admit you loved it.'

'lilith hated it.'

ava barks a laugh, grins with teeth.

'and, of course, darling. i loved it. i love watching you play.'

she softens, immediately. you've gotten spoiled, getting to play club with her for so many years — there are few nights spent apart, and those are mostly because of national team camps or, a few rare occasions, when one of you has an overnight stay in the hospital following a procedure. you wish you could fall asleep with her now, you wish you could help calm her buzzing energy and that she could keep you warm.

as it is, though, you just lie down and listen to her talk about the ins and outs of the defensive formation they had to break down, the pivot sixes they're going to play against the next team in their group — 'to practice, honestly, for when we play you, which i shouldn't be telling you but whatever, you're so smart anyway. good luck to us.' — and how her lats have been so tight after training but felt better during pt tonight.

'hey,' she says, about to get off the bus, 'i'm going to let you go. you keep closing your eyes for longer and longer. you should get some sleep.'

you hum, fight to keep your eyes open just a little longer. 'i love watching you play.'

her mouth quirks up. 'jogo bonito, right?'

you want to kiss her; you will, just as soon as you can. 'jogo bonito, yes.'

'goodnight, bea.'

'make sure you take your pain meds before bed, and —'

'i know, babe,' she says, soft and gentle. 'i got it. thank you for reminding me.'

'always.'

'i love you,' she says.

'i love you too.'

'i'm gonna dream of you in your suit tonight.' ava laughs, waves, and hangs up.

you toss and turn a few minutes before you admit defeat and google ava silva world cup suit and stare at pictures online for a few minutes, and then put your phone aside on the charging pad and, with quite the image in your mind, fall fast asleep.

#wn #wn fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #footy au #this is just a gratuitous imagining of the two of them in wc suits tbqh which i figured yall wouldnt mind lol #thinking about the netherland's suits.... china's prada suits?? god. what a gift lol

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celestialdragoncookie · 1 month

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i said yandere three brothers X y/n

Dark dragon

Demonos cacao

Dark cacao

Yandere Three Brothers x Female Reader:

Hello everyone my name is Y/N cookie or once was Y/N L/N, I was born Korea and twenty-five years old. I am full time employee of the Devisastars Company one of the major leading companies of Korea and founder of cookie run kingdom, I will tell the tale of three psychos chasing after my precious dough life.

Flashback ( Several months ago):

I am a human was once, got hit in an accident trying to save a young childs life in return for the humble deed, it was repaid in the form of reincarnation yup rebirth second life baby. I was spawned literally spawned like a zombie in apocalypse games, anyway I was reborn as a maid in Dark cacao kingdom also known as the kingdom of emos and edgy cookies where the king of emos himself rule this place but he is not alone in functioning the place, he literally have two freaking brothers I mean brothers. The company programmed and created dark cacao cookie as a lone cookie with no parents nor any siblings here in twist of fate brought two brothers, oh well. The eldest is a freaking giant dragon cookie I mean literally a dragon oh man he is the tallest among cookies, he is very scary looking emmm very handsome too.

He goes by Dark Dragon Cacao cookie, is quite reserved type of individual always keep it to himself rarely talks use mostly handsigns. He is an Archduke just like his younger brother Demonos cacao cookie whom is also Archduke, his personality well what do I say is like cold blooded, hates guys tolerates females and execute femboys. He is literally the definition of a devil in sheep's clothing, I mean he is half blooded demon of hell like his father Yorichi. The most shocking truth I found that Dark dragon feasts on cookies at night when he is in hunger state also shocking revelation is Demonos Cacao Cookie and Dark dragon Cacao Cookie are hob cookies meaning they are part human and part cookies except their brother Dark cacao cookie who is a simple cookie.

During those hellfull days of being a maid, I have to several jobs that requires lot of force horse power and patience, it feels like doing several part time to meet your end needs. Escaping hours were very slow and steady, it took a lot stress and muscular cramps my dough felt it will crack any moment now , during those days I also tried to encourage them and gave them some of my time but they were just brushed me like I wasn't even existed in the first place especially that jerk of a Duke Demonos Cacao Cookie often teased and bully me but that didn't slowed me down as I was a stubborn mule. I tried tried never giving up, finally after whole ass months I managed to let them opened their icey cold hearts little did she know that opened the steel wall results in awakening the monsters and beast inside them.

One particular day, my position of the royal familys private maid shifted to warriors maid due to a certain snake. The snake with a sly smirk said that his majesties ordered me to shift your position to tend the needs of the warriors, as he eyed your charming body. You snorted in disgust, of course you were a rare female hob cookie yourself many tend to court out of sprite but politely turned them down. Affogato cookie cupped your cheeks forcefully kissed you, as you growled in disgust tried to shove him away but the make cookie was stronger then you tightened his grip before his hands could go further suddenly a large claw grasped on his shoulder tightened on it. With a painful groan look behind and paled from seeing the preceptor it was Dark cacao cookies younger brother Archduke Demonos Cacao Cookie. With his arms crossed his magenta eyes glared him, with behidding sign Affogato cookie paled and ran away with tail between his legs. You signed in relief and thanked him as Demonos Cacao Cookie brushed off with a slight smile before disappearing into the shadows.

As you tending the needs of the injured warriors, suddenly your presence was requested by the king himself this revaluation puzzled you because Dark cacao cookie only summons you in fire situation. As your presence appears in dungeons, looked around for his majestys presence but couldn't feel a single ounce of his aura suddenly you were grabbed through the waists from behind and shove to a nearby wall and wince in pain and shocked to reveal it was the king himself Dark cacao cookie as his purple tulip eyes looked at you with different light no it was not light more like void of darkness as it was inking to drown you into its depths. Dark cacao cookie licked his lips before kissing your neck and biting it to form a hickey, you tried to reason with him but in vain his reply shocked you to core.

" Now that we are alone, I will intended to make you mine once and for all. Your figure your touch and smile hunted me in my dreams, so much like a drug that addicted me to see and to claim you as mine. I will make you submit to me both body and soul".

Before he could do anything you kneed him in the family jewels as he groans in pain letting you go, this ticket allowed you to escape from the dungeons. During sprinting, you bumped into someone and saw it was Demonos Cacao Cookie.

His magenta eyes bore at your very own soule questioned your sprinting to which you answered him truthfully. Hearing this his eyes darkeened, took you off guard kissed you with intense passion and possession, you tried to fight it off but he was too strong. After long session of kissing, he let go for air his look gave you shivers he said with the same tone that Dark cacao cookie said earlier.

" You are mine and mine alone, my sweet princess can't believe got you before remember dear demons are selfish creatures, they wouldn't share what's thiers".

You punched him in face, by passing him in the process ran out of the castle towards to run away from the three brothers but your question where the hell is third brother, before your hopes in freedom could be tasted, felt a contract of hard flesh on your nape falling unconscious on the snowy ground, before your eyelids could closed heard something as the abyss covered you with it's blanket of sleep.

" I am sorry my mate, but you aren't going anywhere".

Current situation:

Now you woke up, chained to the bed like some sort of exotic animal but shocked you that in night goon suit. The suit reveals your body in beautiful way, blushing to yourself tried to struggle but the chains tightened even more. Suddenly a click of doornobe could be heard and came them your personal kidnappers the three psychos. Demonos cacao cookie sat besides your right as dark cacao cookie sat to your left as dark dragon sat behind you, forcefully let sat on his lap as he buried his face into your hair.

Demonos cacao cookie cupped your cheeks and cooed with affection " Wow my dear you are even more beautiful upon closer, all mine to take and play".

As he licked your cheek playfully which made you cringe, as dark cacao cookie rubbed his thumb on your bottom lip shivering to himself began to mumbles like a delusional madman. Dark dragon cacao cookie inhales your scent and growls in satisfaction as his eastern dragon waggs in delight.

" My dear beautiful mate, you smell like field of flowers, honey and tranquility. Your scent is so addictive like a drug, your mine to claim protect and play. Remember dragons are greedy creatures".

As the three came closer to your shivering fearful body, as tears roll down your cheeks crying to yourself because you didn't want to do anything to these monsters of a cookies. Heck you didn't want to carry Thier children, as throughout the night roar of dragon and demon could be heard mixing with the shrill scream of innocent making a horrible melody.

Shhhh, hush my dearest love you wouldn't get away from us.

#yandere crk #crk fanart #crk oc art #dark cacao cookie #Demonos cacao cookie #Dark dragon cacao cookie #Yandere Three Brothers

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meion · 5 months

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i need to bitch about my HOA or im going to freakig lose it

this isn't even what prompted this post, but last week we were informed each unit is being charged $10k for roof repairs, due in full July 1st... I now understand special assessment fees are necessary sometimes, but they are offering NO payment plan options which feels insane. The response given by the HOA on that was "umm sorry u can call the city to see if they have any financial aid options" -_-

Also back in december they admitted to losing 300k in reserve funds cause a board member let their account go inactive lol

im over the shock of that by now ig, but whats REALLY pissing me off requires some background sorry this is long

i posted about this some in the past, but since I moved here I've had repeated issues with a neighbor parking in my spot. I would say it's a bit more egregious than normal, cause i need a wheelchair (stored in garage) to get around outside of my home, so i'm literally trapped if his car is there. Several times I've not been able to leave for errands when I need, or I return home and i can't get my wheelchair back in

here's an old diagram i made to visualize it better:

it took a bit to find out who the owner of the car was, but this guy has been FULLY informed of how this impacts me, multiple times by written note and in person. Doesn't give a shit, he just stops for a little bit then starts doing it again. HOA won't do anything because they take too long to respond and the car is gone by then. This has been happening on-and-off for over 3 years

A few months ago I just started putting a traffic cone in my spot, and that surprisingly stopped him. i can finally stop worrying about it n_n

so anyway last night i got a violation notice for 'improperly stored belongings'. they sent me a little picture of the cone in my driveway. i went fucking ballistic lol its so hard to get me that mad. i hope they eat shit. ok i have to write a civil email to them now contesting the violation

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Some additional bizarre fucking details about the parking situation i can't make sense of:

The car that parks there regularly changes, maybe every few months? This leads me to be like... oh i'm not 100% its him this time, maybe it's not fair to tow them? (it is him every time)

A police officer came once, they didn't help ofc lol but they ran the plates and told me the car was registered to a senior woman? (neighbor is like a 30 something dude)

Since I put the cone in, my gf has observed this guy parking in other neighbor's spots and also BACKING OUT OF A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT NEIGHBOR'S GARAGE (how???)

Not related to parking, but the neighbor frequently has people come to his door at weird hours (3-4 am) and knock HARD for like 10 minutes straight. i gotta assume hes dealing drugs or something. i don't care but the knocking is annoying if im in the front room lol

#im mad. im pissed.#given those additional details i feel like there is something weird going on aside from him being a huge piece of shit

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skzhocomments · 1 year

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Careless Mistakes - Lee Know Oneshot Fanfic

Pairing: Minho (Lee Know of Stray Kids) x Violet (OC - story written in 2nd person)

Genre: angst, romance, very explicit smut, angry sex, enemies to lovers

Word Count: ~7.6k

Warnings: extremely sexually graphic, anal, the traffic light system, swearing, slight bullying, angst, crying, character is poor and starving herself, mention of eating disorder, probably others.

This is just a story that doesn’t describe Minho or any other SKZ members’ true characters in any way. It’s just a product of my imagination and should be treated as such.

This story is also on Wattpad: click here and AO3: click here

A/N: As any other writer out there, I would appreciate reblogs and your comments on this story. Please let me know if you enjoyed it, and most importantly, have fun!

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Summary:

Your whole life has been uprooted after your dad unexpectedly passed away two months ago, leaving behind your younger sister you decided to care and provide for no matter what. To be able to give her the same lifestyle she was used to, you had to take up another job. Minho had no way of knowing that. For him, you were just an annoying stylist that kept messing everything up, making careless mistakes. You got tired of his antics, hearing him swear at you over and over again, so you proposed the most logical illogical thing: fucking it out. After all, angry sex is the best way to cool off.

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"I swear to God, I'm gonna fucking kill her!" Minho shouted annoyed as soon as he got backstage, trying to tug his shirt back into the damn belt.

"Come on, man, don't be like that." Jisung tried to comfort him, putting his hand on his shoulder. "Just get over it."

"No! I told everyone countless of times I'm uncomfortable with my abdomen showing, what can't she fucking get? I swear, it's either intentional, or she's bad as fuck at her job and should be fired."

"Don't be so harsh on her, I'm sure she's doing her best. She's just new. She's been with us for what, 8 months?"

"She's doing her best, my ass. First, she gave me that tight ass necklace I had to rip off mid-dance because it was literally strangling me. Then she gave me those annoying boots with the impossible zipper, and I had to focus for half the performance to not continue barefoot. Then, the freaking sunglasses! Doesn't she know what choreographies we have? Unless she literally glues them on, they are bound to fly off my head! But that's nothing. Today she fucking topped it! If this is her best, then she should get the fuck out of this place, she's clearly not meant for it." He ripped off the earpiece, angrily.

"I understand you're annoyed, and I get you, but-" Jisung started, before getting interrupted again.

"Is Violet still here?" He asked a staff member, who pointed him towards the girl. He didn't hesitate to march over.

"Yo." He said shortly, annoyance in his tone.

"Hello, Minho. Great performance!" You smiled, complimenting him. "You danced really well and looked amazing on stage, as always. You're a great performer. You too, Jisung." You smiled at the boy following Minho sheepishly as well.

The antipathy Minho has been harbouring towards you for the past few weeks was unknown to you, so you didn't have any reason to believe that what he was going to say would actually be meant to hurt you. You just smiled as he started spitting venom at you.

"Yea, not thanks to you. What the fuck is wrong with you? Can't you read one simple instruction?"

Of course, he had no way of knowing that you've been having a really harsh time lately, that you indeed couldn't focus on your job that well considering everything that happened, that your whole life has been uprooted after your dad unexpectedly passed away two months ago and that you've been running on 4 hours of sleep as you took care of your younger sister and got a second job to be able to offer her the same lifestyle she lived until now.

He couldn't have known.

"I'm sorry?" You replied, tilting your head, confusion written all over your face.

Minho chuckled mockingly. "You're sorry? Did you even get what you did wrong, or should I spell it out for you?"

"Uhm... please. If there is anything I did that upset you that much-" you hated how your voice quivered, but you hated him a little bit more for acting like this towards you. "The necklace this time wasn't tight... and I didn't give you any more boots with zippers, so..."

You watched over at Jisung who was moving his hands around pointing to his blouse frantically. "Was... was it the shirt?" You questioned, remembering that you read one time that one of the members absolutely hated having his abs exposed. You were sure it was Changbin, but you really couldn't remember. The past few weeks were extremely hazy.

"Bingo! Your head is not totally empty! Well done!" He exclaimed, clapping mockingly.

"Uhm... Okay, I will note that down again and-"

"How come I have to tell you what's wrong after every single performance? Are you that incapable of reading the previous stylist's notes, or noticing for yourself?"

"You're right. I'm sorry." You replied, feeling your eyes sting. Everything was getting to be too much. Plus, it's not like you messed up all the time. Sure, he could dislike an accessory every now and then, but you had to dress him basically everyday. He seemed to forget that 6 days out of 7, nothing was wrong with his outfit.

"Sorry this, sorry that. Instead of apologising you'd better do your job right, or even better, quit while you're at it."

Before you got the chance to say anything else, he turned around and left.

You tried your hardest to keep your composure. You couldn't cry yet, when the room was still buzzing with people.

"Don't mind him too much, he's just been stressed." Jisung started, but you just shook your head and smiled.

"That's okay. He's right. I will do better."

"He's kind of an asshole, isn't he?" Jisung whispered, making both of you chuckle. "Thanks for today. I really liked my outfit."

"Thank you, Jisung." You smiled.

"I'll get going, see you later?"

"Sure." You smiled, feeling a bit better. Jisung did have a way of turning any battleground into a children's park, apparently.

"Violet, girl! Wanna get lunch? We have almost 2 hours until the next shooting starts." One of your coworkers approached you cheerfully. "The other girls are also coming, so I was just thinking we could all eat together. There's a sushi place not far from here and it's delicious!"

Lunch.

Right.

When was the last time I ate? You wondered.

"Oh, sushi sounds great!" You chuckled in a friendly manner. "I have to get something sorted out first, though, so you can go first. I'll join you all if I manage to finish in time." You smiled at your coworker, who nodded.

"That's too bad! Well, we're keeping you a seat, so feel free to come whenever you're done!"

"Of course."

Being alone in the empty room, you started rummaging through similar black shirts you could give Minho to change in.

Sure, he was right, but he didn't need to be such a jerk about it. You thought, reminding yourself of the unpleasant encounter. It felt so horrible having him shout at you and looking at you with so much hate.

You were in the wrong, sure. You knew you made a few careless mistakes. But he could've treated you a bit better, like you were a human being, not a punching machine for his verbal abuse.

Finally on your own, you let yourself sit down on the sofa in the corner of the room and cry, letting the tears fall down freely on your cheeks as you kept your head rolled back on the small cushions.

Suddenly, the door opened with force, and you jumped up in surprise, noticing Changbin walk in. You wiped your face as much as you could in the few seconds it took him to spot you, and you smiled at him.

"Sorry, just left my phone here. Didn't you go to lunch yet?" He asked, looking at you. If he noticed you've been crying, he didn't mention it.

"Oh, I just have to finish this quickly, then I'll eat something." You lied once again. You didn't need food, what you needed right now was to cut costs wherever possible to be able to afford your little sister's ballet classes.

You wished she didn't have such expensive passions, but as the oldest, it was your responsibility to take care of her and her interests when there wasn't anyone else to do it. Poor kid had it rough enough already. When your dad remarried and had a daughter with his new wife, she died giving birth to her, so she never even knew a mother figure.

You felt bad, so despite there being a 15-year age-gap between you and her, you tried to be there as much as possible.

"Oh, I see. Found it!" He exclaimed, grabbing his phone from the table.

"Have a nice lunch!" You exclaimed and waved at him, starting to sort through Lee Know's shirts again. You were so dizzy, it was getting hard to focus, but still, you somehow managed to stay awake and find more comfortable items that would fit him in the big pile of clothes brought by their sponsors, and then you sat back down on the sofa and took a small nap.

"Done?" Felix laughed as Changbin returned to the table, victoriously showing off his recovered phone.

"Yes! I left it on the table. It's good that no one took it." He chuckled.

"Yea, no one would've noticed someone taking a phone that's not theirs, since that room is always full, right?" Hyunjin asked as he took a small bite of the sliced vegetables.

"Oh, it was quite empty this time, though." Changbin said with his mouth full. "Besides Violet."

"Yea? Why was she still there? I thought the team went to lunch at the sushi place. Didn't she go with them?" Chan asked, curious.

"I know it's not okay to comment on people's bodies or anything, but didn't you guys notice that she's lost a lot of weight and looks rather... frail?" Felix asked the group of boys, knowing full well how drained of energy he was when he used to starve himself.

"She almost passed out last week during shooting." Seungmin said matter-of-factly, making everyone look up at him. "What? Is there something on my face?" He wiped his cheeks.

"What do you mean she passed out?" Minho asked, watching Seungmin closely.

"I said almost. She was in the hallway when I went to the bathroom, and I just saw her lean on a wall, and her knees gave in for a bit, so she fell."

"And?!" Jisung asked, mouth open.

"She said she was just very tired and brushed me off, and since I had to come back to do that 8-man shoot, I didn't really stay and chat." Seungmin shrugged and munched on the rice bowl in front of him.

"I'm a bit worried for her..." Felix said, looking down.

"She did look a bit dejected... but I'm sure she'll be fine, right?" Changbin touched Felix' shoulder, as always admiring how empathetic he was towards others.

"Yea, I will... talk to her!" Felix decided, resolve in his voice.

"So, what did you think about..."

The boys continued talking for a while about the shooting, their new music video and the upcoming busy schedule.

"Anyways, I'm done eating, so I'm gonna head upstairs and rest for a bit until y'all come." Minho stood up after a while, and started leisurely making his way back to the dressing room, set on laying down on the sofa and closing his eyes for a few minutes.

When he put his hand on the handle, he heard your voice through the door, and despite knowing that he shouldn't, he stayed there and eavesdropped. You seemed to be talking on the phone, not too loud, but loud enough for him to hear.

"Oh my God, that's amazing! I'm so happy for you, Mimi!"

You seemed excited.

"That's so great to hear! We have to celebrate this! I'll change my schedule to be free on Saturday, so let's eat some cake, what do you say?"

What would be so worth celebrating? And what schedule? As far as Minho knew, there wasn't anything planned for this weekend.

"Of course chocolate, what else, Mimi? Oh, I know, let's buy some meat and we can have a barbecue as well! We didn't have one in a while, did we?"

Barbecue AND a cake? Sounds like fun.

"Two new dresses? For the show?" You asked.

Minho raised a brow. He wasn't supposed to listen to other people's conversation. Should he just enter the room?

"300$ per dress?!" You exclaimed in horror. "Wow!"

He pressed the handle and opened the door, but you didn't notice him getting in, because you were crouched on the floor, as if you were in pain.

"No, Mimi, of course we're going to buy them. I'll figure it out, so don't you worry about anything! Look, my break is almost over, so I have to go. I will get home earlier today, at about 12 AM, but don't wait for me, and go to sleep instead, yea?"

Minho approached you slowly. What were you even going to do until 12 AM? And how is that early?

"You're such a strong girl! Love you too!" You said and ended the call, sighing. Your stomach was hurting, which made it difficult to stand up, and you were so dizzy. How were you going to work the next 10 hours?

"Violet?" Minho asked you, making you stand up way too quickly in horror. The dizziness got to your head, and you felt yourself almost fainting, your knees giving in. Before you fell, Minho caught you and he looked at you almost worried.

You knew better than to think he actually gave two shits about you. Your earlier conversation told you as much, anyway.

"Sorry, I didn't notice you come in." You said and moved away from his grasp.

"How was lunch?" He asked you.

"Good. Since you're here earlier, I found these clothes that you could-"

"What did you eat?"

"Huh?" You asked perplexed. Why did he care?

"What did you have for lunch?"

"Why?"

"Just curious." He shrugged.

"Rice and some vegetables." You lied with a smile. "What about you?"

"Where?"

"What?"

"Where did you eat?" I didn't see you downstairs.

"Oh, I brought food from home." You replied, not missing a beat. It was getting so easy to blurt out this kind of lies.

"What are you celebrating this weekend?"

"Is this some sort of interrogatory?" You laughed. "Nothing that concerns you. Can you try those clothes now?"

"... Sure." Minho replied, grabbing the shirt and the new pants you gave him, heading towards the changing room.

Just then, your other coworkers entered the room.

"Violet! You didn't join us after all!"

"Sadly." You laughed. "I had to find some new clothes."

"Did you eat anything?"

"I did, I brought something from home. Thanks for always taking care of me." You smiled.

"By the way, your sister's recital should be one of these days, right?"

"Oh wow, you remembered!" You chuckled, noticing that Minho still hasn't left the room. You shooed him away, but he seemed to ignore you, and started participating in the conversation.

"What kind of recital?" He showed you a shit-eating grin, happy that he was going to hear what he wanted to hear, after all.

"Oh, her sister is a little ballet prodigy!" One of your coworkers complimented. "She's sooo talented! Best of luck to her!"

"Oh, it was actually today, and she just called me earlier telling me she got the main role!" You smiled, boasting. You were very proud of your little sister for accomplishing this, after your dad's accident. His death was harder on her than it was on you, but she was taking it like a champion.

"No way! She's gonna be Cinderella?! Congrats!" She hugged you.

"Wow, Cinderella!" Minho exclaimed as well. "That's so cute! I wanna see her too, when is her show?"

"I don't know, Minho, I just found out 15 minutes ago that she got the role. Will you go change?" You smiled fakely.

"But Violet, isn't it super expensive?" Your coworker frowned. "Keeping her in classes, and I bet her costumes are going to cost you a lot..."

"Oh, indeed."

"You got a second job, right?" Your coworker further inquired, and you started feeling uncomfortable.

"Yea, I did."

"Poor girl. First you lose your dad, then you have to work this hard at such a young age... Let us know if we can help with anything, hm?" Your coworkers smiled as if they were pitying you, and you hated this. You didn't notice Minho's gaze, nor did you care to look. You indulged in the pleasantries of your coworkers. It wasn't like they were actually going to help you in any way, so you didn't understand why they were pretending to want to be helpful.

Minho eventually left to change without saying anything else, and all the boys soon returned to the dressing room.

"Violet, can I have a word with you?" Felix approached you with a small smile, and both of you headed to the hallway.

"What's up?" You smiled back, noticing that he was fidgeting, looking perturbed.

"I don't want to... bother you with my questions, but..."

"Hey." You put your hand on his left shoulder. It's not like you were friends, but he must've had a reason to ask you to talk privately. "It's okay, you can ask me anything."

"I... uhm... used to do this really bad thing where I wouldn't eat for days trying to lose weight, and..."

"Oh." Now it made sense why Minho asked what you ate today. They talked about you.

"I'm sorry, I know it's not my place to say anything, but I just wanted to let you know that you are already beautiful as you are, and you don't need to lose any weight, but if you want to, you should do it in a healthy way... Changbin-hyung even offered to go to the gym together, if you want..."

"Lix." You smiled. "It's nothing like that."

"Don't lie to me." He looked at you sadly. "I know you haven't been eating. I've seen how tired you are, and I was the same way..."

You felt bad, because Felix clearly went through something and used to have an eating disorder, so this conversation was probably really difficult for him.

"No, you're right. I haven't been eating, but it has nothing to do with losing weight." You furrowed your brows, sadness taking over your expression.

"Then?"

"I just... uhm. This is awkward." You chuckled, not noticing Minho coming out of the changing room on the hallway. "Rent, and my sister's ballet classes are really expensive, and now she will need two dresses for her show, so... I'm cutting costs wherever I can. I'm doing fine with eating once every few days, so don't worry about it." You smiled sadly, noticing Felix's gaze drop.

"You don't have..." he started, just when Minho talked a few metres away from you.

"What are you guys doing?" He grinned. "Violet, these clothes feel way better, I wouldn't have had a screaming fit if you found these first!" Minho chuckled loudly. He didn't want to make it obvious that he's heard your talk with Felix.

"Oh, that's good to hear. Shall we head back, then?" You smiled, and opened the door to the dressing room.

~two days later~

No fucking way. Minho thought, fighting every urge to roll his eyes after his bracelet fell off and he had to toss it out of the way on the stage. How come all the other members you dressed didn't have any problems with their clothes or accessories?

Once again, he returned to the dressing room fuming, complaining loudly to Jisung about you.

"Yo, Violet!" He shouted, seeing you relax on the couch.

"Minho, great performance as always!" You smiled, in a fake manner this time.

"Shut up, can you take this off?" He gave you his left arm, and you looked confused at his wrist.

"Take what off? Where is the bracelet?" You furrowed your brows.

"On the fucking stage. After it fucking fell." He replied, annoyed.

"No way!" You exclaimed, waiting for another meltdown like last time.

Fuck, you didn't have energy for this.

Thankfully, Chan approached Minho to talk to him about something.

"He's taking it out too much on you." One of your coworkers commented, making you nod.

"Right?!" You pouted, making her laugh.

"Maybe he has a crush on you." Another coworker said, clearly joking.

"Yea, in what universe?" You joined her laughing. "He's just an angry asshole."

"But Violet, you know what they say, sometimes the best way to let off steam is to have angry sex."

"Oh my god!" You slapped her arm playfully. "Don't say shit like that! What if he hears?" You looked anxiously at Minho, who, despite not being too far, seemed caught up in a conversation with Chan.

Thank God he didn't hear this. It would've been embarrassing as hell.

"If he hears, he might take you up on the offer." She laughed, making you roll your eyes.

"Anyways," your other coworker stopped the madness. "Let's go eat. Are you coming, Violet?"

"Oh, no. I want to rest for a bit before the next job, so I'm gonna stay here and sleep."

"Want us to buy you something, then?"

"No, thank you, I have some food in my backpack, so don't worry!"

You saw Minho turn away to look at you briefly, before he exited the room.

Soon, all your coworkers left as well, so you were left in peace. You've been waiting for lunch break to start and for everyone to leave the room for about two hours now, so you can finally sleep for a bit on the couch.

It's been getting harder and harder to stay awake, since you had really low energy levels after not having eaten more than an apple for 4 days now.

"Violet." A voice woke you up, and you opened your eyes, confused by your surroundings.

Oh, this is the dressing room. You realised, pressing your hand on your forehead. Your whole head was hurting.

"You're finally awake. I've been trying to wake you for the past 10 minutes." Minho chuckled.

"Why are you here?" You asked, your voice groggy. "Is it already 2?"

"No, it's barely 12:30. I was in the mood for some peace and quiet, so I thought I'd get lunch here. I bought too much. Wanna eat together?"

"Hm?" You were now fully awake, and smelling the food made your stomach hurt even worse. You were so hungry.

"Come, let's eat." He dragged a table closer to the sofa and started opening up a few containers with fresh food from the cafeteria.

It smelled great.

Minho gave you some chopsticks and a spoon and placed a bottle of water in front of you.

"This is really good." You smiled, tasting the chicken soup. After examining all the contents on the table, you realised that he only brought foods good for the stomach: chicken soup, fish, rice, apricots.

"I'm glad you like it."

"You... heard me and Felix the other day, didn't you?" You asked, avoiding his gaze.

"Mhm." He hummed. "I did."

"Thank you... but you didn't have to."

"Yea, I know. Not for my dummy stylist who messes up my look everytime and annoys the shit out of me, anyway." He shrugged.

"Yah, don't be like that!" You frowned.

"It's the truth though." He shrugged again, before bursting out into laughing. He really seemed to enjoy messing with you.

"When is Cinderella's ballet show?" He asked, looking at the food, as if embarrassed.

"What?" You asked, being taken aback by the sudden change of topic.

"Your sister's-"

"In 3 months."

"You're not gonna miss it if you're coming with us to the US, right?" He asked you, concerned. "You're coming, right?" He quickly added, as if scared to hear a negative response.

"Of course I'm coming." You chuckled. There was no way in hell you would miss an opportunity to travel through the major cities in the US with all expenses paid, while you got three times your salary. "And no, the show is exactly one week after we return, so I won't miss anything."

"That's great. Can I come see her too?"

"Wh-what?" You choked on your food, grabbing the bottle on the table and taking a big gulp of water.

"I'm curious, and I haven't seen a ballet in ages."

"They're all children, Minho. They won't be professionals like you guys." You chuckled.

"It doesn't matter. Get me a ticket?"

"Pfft." You laughed again. "Okay. Sure."

"Let me pay for her dresses." He blurted out, quietly, and you weren't sure you heard him right. Surely he wasn't suggesting giving you money.

"What?" You smiled, not knowing what to think.

"They are pretty expensive for you, but they don't mean anything to me, and I'd like to buy them."

"Uhm. Why?"

"Just because."

"Because of what?" You questioned further, looking at him in confusion.

"Because I want to. What do you want me to say?" He asked, annoyed.

"I don't... no." You denied his request, turning away to the food. Minho didn't insist further.

Once you finished eating everything, you felt more energised than ever, so you thanked Minho genuinely and felt ready to conquer the world. Perhaps it wasn't going to be such a shitty day after all.

After that day, every time you would have a common schedule with Stray Kids, Minho would either get lunch with you, or force you into coming with him to the cafeteria and buying you lunch.

You got used to his presence and his witty remarks, but he still annoyed to shit out of you with his dislike for various garments or accessories you would give him.

Tonight was the third show in the US, and all of you were in the large venue, preparing the Kids backstage.

The concert was amazing, but as soon as Minho returned, annoyance was once again plastered all over his face. You were not in the main room, so he went to find you, and you were resting in a quiet place – the stairs of the hallway for the Staff. No one bothered to come here during the concert.

"Violet!" He groaned.

"What is it this time?" You rolled your eyes, annoyed. Why did he keep disturbing your quiet time after each concert?

"My cap fell off, and my earpiece got stuck in the fucking earring you gave me!" He shouted at you, and you stood up, facing him.

You had enough.

You went right in front of him, your chests almost touching, while you looked into his fiery eyes.

"You know what, Minho? You're whining so fucking much, I should be the one to say that you annoy the shit out of me."

"Oh yea?" He said, as if threatening you. "If you did your job right..."

"Look, no one else ever has any complains, so what is it with you? 'My ring is too big!'; 'The hair clip is scratching my head!'; 'My pants are too tight!'. Grow the fuck up!"

He seemed taken aback for a second, before smirking at you. You never showed this much resistance before, and he kinda liked it, although he preferred... more obedient girls.

He was sure you're gonna be the obedient type, though.

"You're truly the worst stylist I've ever seen." He challenged you, still sporting the dumb smirk.

"You know what, Minho? Maybe my coworker is right."

"About what?" Minho tilted his head.

You must be crazy.

But he was so close to you, and his perfume mixed with his natural scent after sweating on the stage was intoxicating. He was too close.

Violet, stop. You tried telling yourself, but when did you ever listen?

"We should fuck it out." You said plainly, glancing straight into his eyes.

"I'm not sure you want that, Violet. I'm not sure you can handle me taking all my anger out on you like that."

"Try me." You said again, confidence lacing your tone, as he pressed his body on yours and pinned you up against the wall, kissing you hungrily.

Your kiss was heated, and you wanted nothing more than to fuck him right there, but it was too risky. Any staff member could come in the hallway and see you.

"What is your room number?" Minho stepped away from you, lust visible in his eyes.

"42. Are you coming tonight?"

"No, baby." He chuckled. "I'm going to send you a present, and you're going to come to mine at exactly 11:30 PM, wearing it. Number's 143. Yea?" His hand was on your neck, fingers brushing your skin gently, as his eyes expectedly looked at you.

"Mhm." You nodded, already feeling excitement pool down in your stomach.

"Good girl." He kissed you again, before turning around and leaving you there all flustered. He just knew you were going to be the obedient type.

No way.

When you heard a small knock on your door at 10 PM, you weren't sure what to expect. Opening it, you saw one of the room service ladies holding two luxury black bags.

"Miss Violet? I have a delivery for you." She handed you the shopping bags hastily, then left.

The first bag contained a small box with a pair of Louboutin red bottom black high heels. You weren't sure how you were going to walk on them, but they were pretty, and considering the brand, expensive as heck.

Maybe you could sell them after tonight to pay for your sister's dresses, after all. You still haven't figured that one out yet. Perhaps you should've taken Minho up on the offer two months ago and let him buy them, since he was going to shower you with such gifts anyway.

You curiously opened the second bag and pulled out a lacy see-through black underwear set, and the sluttiest tight black dress one could find. Wearing it on your body, you took the time to admire yourself in the mirror. It was a strapless neckline, the dress being tight around the waist and supported by your hips, after which the dress would split on both sides of your thighs, dropping lower only about a palm's length.

You certainly never wore such a slutty dress, and the lacy three-piece underwear set – specifically the garters of the set – were totally visible under it.

You only had to go up a few floors, but would it be even remotely appropriate to wear something like this outside the room?

Fucking Minho. You cursed, thinking of what a shit eating smirk he must've had ordering these clothes. You didn't even want to think of tomorrow's walk of shame.

When the clock showed 11:25, you grabbed a black trench coat which you were glad to have brought with you to the US, unaware of the weather, and hugged it tightly around your body, not wanting to risk being seen like the 21st century biggest slut.

You made your way towards the elevator and pressed the 14th floor, then found the third room in the hallway, 143, and knocked.

Minho opened it eagerly, but frowned at the sight of you.

"What's with that?" he pointed to your trench coat, making you snicker.

"You didn't want me to walk through the whole hotel dressed like this, right?" You opened it up, showing him that you indeed wore what he bought for you. It was maybe the boldest thing you've done, but you were too far gone and way too horny to care anymore.

Minho was an ass, but he was attractive, and he had a good side to him as well, noting that he took care of your meals for the past two months. Why not have sex with him too while you're at it?

He stepped aside to let you walk in, and as soon as he closed the door, the trench coat flew off your body, and your back was glued to the door, as he started kissing you eagerly.

A few seconds in, you understood why he picked a strapless dress. Minho started kissing your jawline, then moved on to your exposed neck, sucking and biting your skin harshly. You moaned in pleasure, not giving a shit about how much he was marking you. You liked it.

Your tits were the next to become completely exposed, as he almost tore the dress taking it lower. He didn't even admire the lacy black underwear, he just took it off hastily, and you wondered why he bought it in the first place.

He kissed your chest down to your boobs and bit the sensitive skin on them, making you groan in pain. When you put your hands in his hair to signal him to slow down, he just grabbed them and slammed them tightly against the door, so you couldn't move.

Despite your small whines, he continued sucking on your right breast, his hand having fun with your left boob, fingers massaging and pinching your nipple.

Minho moved his hands on your hips, his mouth still attached to your right breast, as his fingers found the rim of your lacy panties. He took them off swiftly, disconnecting your bodies as he sat down on his knees in front of you.

He looked beautiful.

Without saying anything, he spun you around and spread your thighs apart, connecting his mouth to your pussy.

"Fuck." You moaned, feeling his tongue drawing stripes along your core and separating your folds as he was forcing the entry.

After a while, he moved his tongue up, and started eating out your butthole. You let out a gasp in surprise, as you truly weren't expecting that, and you felt embarrassed. You never did any butt play with anyone else, and you felt insecure, so you tried to turn around, but Minho had other plans, as he gripped your thighs tightly and slapped your left butt cheek powerfully, making you groan in pain once more. His fingers and the hit were sure to leave bruises tomorrow.

When he sensed that you wouldn't move anymore, his right hand moved from your thigh to your clit, and he started massaging it just as his tongue entered your hole.

You didn't know your ass could feel so good, and his fingers working on your clit at the same time brought a powerful orgasm out of you, your knees almost giving in.

You were already a mess, but the night was just beginning.

"Violet, let me tell you how we're gonna work tonight." He started, but you already barely heard him, still trying to recover and to keep your legs from shaking and giving in. Minho also seemed to notice, as he stood up and pressed his body on yours.

You felt his bulge against your ass, and you wondered how good his dick was going to feel deep inside of you.

"We're going to use the traffic light system. Are you familiar with that?" He whispered in your ear, and you shook your head.

"No, I don't think so."

"There are three colours. Green means 'I love it, you can keep going'. Yellow means 'I am a bit uncomfortable. Slow down, but keep going'. And red means 'Stop. I can't take it anymore'. If you use red, we're done. You can trust me to stop. Okay?"

"Yea. Got it." You nodded, feeling his hot breath on your neck.

"Promise me you're going to use red if it gets to be too much. Don't force yourself to please me."

"... I promise." You replied, and you were grateful he was so insistent in making you feel good, not just chasing his own pleasure as most men you had sex with until now would.

Minho didn't let you have any other time to recover from the orgasm. As soon as he heard the magic words promising him you're going to respect your own boundaries, he turned you once more with your back against the door, as he kissed away the hurried gasps that were still coming out of your mouth.

He gripped your dress tightly and took it off you, then grabbed your wrist and took you in front of the bed, grabbing your hair to make you kneel down in front of him.

You watched expectedly as he unbuckled his belt, taking out his dick. Once again, knowing exactly what he wanted, he didn't miss a beat in forcefully sliding his whole length down your throat.

You choked on it, but he didn't care, he just kept guiding your head to suck him off and used your mouth like a fleshlight.

You started tearing up involuntarily and felt your saliva coming out of your mouth and getting everywhere on you and on the floor each time he would take his dick out to let you breathe for air.

You were so wet, you desperately wanted to be touched again, even if you just came less than 5 minutes ago, so you moved your right hand to your clit and started playing with it. As soon as Minho noticed, he pushed his dick as far as it could go in your throat, and chuckled lowly.

"You're so selfish you wanna get off again?" He laughed at you mockingly, taking his member out again and grabbing your chin, raising your head up to look at him. His eyes were dark and full of lust.

He yanked you from the floor and threw you on the bed, starting to take off his clothes.

"Off." He pointed to your garters, the only piece of clothing left on your body, and you obediently followed his orders, remaining naked on the bed while you waited for him to come to you.

You noticed a scar on his abdomen, and you wondered if that was the reason why he was so mad when you gave him a shirt that went too far up, but he didn't leave you much time to think, as he made his way over you and pressed his body on yours, kissing your mouth while he slid in you with ease.

"You fit me so well." He complimented you, moving his mouth to your neck and leaving love bites everywhere he touched, but after a few more thrusts, he pulled out of you and made you turn around with your ass in the air, and he started fucking you doggystyle.

"Fucking hell." You moaned, as you felt his powerful thrusts. Was it dancer's stamina?

Minho spat on your asshole and started spreading his saliva around with his thumb, massaging the entrance. You felt exposed, but couldn't complain as he put his thumb inside, starting to stretch your walls.

"Colour?" He asked, slowing down his movements momentarily.

"Fuck, green." You moaned again, just wanting him to start moving again. His finger in your ass felt good, something that truly took you by surprise, as you never envisioned yourself putting anything up there.

Soon enough, Minho swapped the thumb with two of his fingers, moving them in and out of you as his dick grazed your G spot every time he moved his hips. The stretch was getting a bit uncomfortable, but you soon felt another orgasm creeping in, and started gasping for air as you let go of that knot in your stomach.

"Good girl." Minho whispered, taking his fingers out of you and pressing his thighs on the back of yours, pushing you down on the bed. He seemed to know your knees wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

He moved in and out of your pussy a bit slower while you recovered from your orgasm, and with a last thrust, he took his dick out and rested on top of you for a moment, kissing your shoulders and back, leaving marks everywhere.

When your breathing slowed down after a few seconds, he repositioned himself, this time at your other entrance. His dick started pressing into your ass, and you felt a painful sting that made you close your eyes tightly.

"Minho, it hurts." You whined, feeling him push in.

"I know, baby, can you take it?" He asked you lowly.

"It's... my first time... there." You whined again, feeling hot tears staining your cheeks.

He was hovering above you, and with his tip inside, he brought his face closer to you and whispered.

"Colour?"

"Ugh." You groaned in pain. "Y-yellow."

Hearing you, Minho started pushing into you deeper and bit your right shoulder strongly, making you cry out in pain. The distraction worked, however, as your brain didn't seem to register which was more painful. You sobbed, but he comforted you, whispering sweet words.

"It hurts!" You cried out.

"Shh. I know, I know it does. You can take it, baby. I know you can."

He moved his hands on your inner thighs and spread your legs apart, allowing him better access.

"Oh God." You sobbed, feeling him bottom out into you.

He stayed still for a few moments before thrusting his hips back and forth, and you found that with each thrust, the feeling inside your ass was getting less and less unpleasant.

Minho brought his fingers and your clit and rubbed it quickly, as he was mercilessly fucking your asshole.

Being under him like this, with his dick in your ass and his fingers all over your pussy, you blacked out and let yourself experience a third orgasm that night, that was so powerful, you started squirting, something you've never done before. It was so good, it made you see stars. Your ass clenched around his dick, making Minho groan in pleasure.

"Such a slut for me." He grunted. "Do you like getting your ass fucked? Coming on my dick like that?"

You only whined in response, your mind no longer able to form any coherent words.

He continued fucking into you powerfully, before his own orgasm took over, and he cummed inside your ass and filled you up.

Minho plopped down next to you, putting your right leg on his hip as his fingers played with your ass, taking his cum out of it.

He spread it all over your pussy, and got it inside with his fingers as well, as he started fingering you. You rested your head on his shoulders, letting him have his way with your body, and you came for the fourth time that night, whining strongly.

Your body could no longer take it. Instead of letting you go through your orgasm slowly, Minho kept fucking you with his fingers, until you hugged his body tightly, putting your left hand steadily on his back and whispering a small "Red".

Minho stopped immediately, hugging you back.

"You did so well." He praised you. "I loved it so much, Violet."

You didn't have any energy left to reply to him, your body feeling weaker than ever.

You felt his weight disappear from next to you and a big blanket covering your body.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower then run a bath for you. You should also pee, to prevent any UTIs, okay?"

You still didn't hear him, but missed his presence next to you.

You don't know when he picked you up, but you started to become a bit more conscious as he helped you sit on the toilet, and he left the bathroom so you can have your privacy.

You started peeing, feeling both your holes burning up.

Then, you stood up, your legs shaking under your weight, and hopped into the bathtub, letting it fill with you inside of it.

Minho knocked on the bathroom's door after a while.

"Violet, can I come in?" He asked gently, and you replied with a small "Yes", your voice hoarse.

Minho came inside and made his way closer to the bathtub, gently caressing your face.

"Can I wash you?" He asked, and you nodded.

He let the water start draining as he took shower gel into his hands and started spreading it on your arms and body. He washed his hands off the soap and brought his right one down, brushing his fingers on your swollen private parts.

You winced in pain and placed your hand on his, wanting to stop him from touching you any further.

"I'm not going to do anything, Violet. Don't worry. I just want to wash my release off you." He said gently, and you just nodded, trusting him and letting him take care of you.

When he was done washing you, he grabbed a big, white towel and wrapped it around you, as he took you in his arms and put you back on the bed. You took the towel off, wanting to be more comfortable, when you noticed the new sheets.

"Oh, the bed was a mess, so I called reception to have them come and change them." Minho clarified with a smile after seeing your confused expression, making sure you were comfortable under the covers and laying down next to you. He was thoughtful, and you were glad he did that, as the bed was filled to the rim with your release and his.

You closed your eyes and fell asleep quickly, as Minho brushed his hand through your hair gently.

Minho woke up the next morning to a bang on his door. He quickly put on some pants and a shirt as he noticed you still sleeping soundly.

Opening the door, he saw Jisung.

"Man, you're going to miss breakfast if you don't hurry up!" He scolded his elder.

"That's okay. I'll order something later." Minho quickly brushed him off, wanting to do nothing more than to come back to bed next to you.

"Anyways, I think I left my Switch here, so I came to get it." He brushed past Minho, not understanding why he was pulling his arm to try and get him out of the room.

And then he saw you sleeping in his bed, naked under the sheets, and he went as red as a tomato. He literally ran out of the room.

"Oh my God, what the hell!"

"Quiet down or you're gonna wake her, idiot." Minho face palmed, finding it amusing how flustered Jisung became.

"What did you do to her?! She's all bruised up!" He exclaimed quietly.

"Nothing she didn't like, don't worry." Minho chuckled again. "Anyways, I'm gonna miss breakfast, and your Switch is not in my room, it's in Hyunjin's."

"Oh. Then-"

"Bye!" Minho waved before closing the door right in his friend's face, then returned to bed to see you still asleep. He was glad the commotion didn't wake you, as you seemed to really need to rest.

One hour or so later, you finally woke up, seeing Minho watching you stretch your limbs.

"Morning." He smiled.

"Hey." You replied, your voice even more hoarse than last night. He did a number on you, no joke.

"Slept well?"

"Mhm, I did."

"I'm glad, Violet. After last night, I'm no longer mad at you." He chuckled.

"Was that your hate fuck?" You smiled lazily, still trying to fully wake up.

"It was. Did you like it?"

"I did, but I don't think I can walk anywhere today..."

Your whole body hurt, and you were glad you had a day off before having to head to a new city for tomorrow's concert.

"Good that it's a free day."

"Mhm. Indeed."

"Do you want to see my love fuck next time?" Minho asked you, and you searched his eyes for any mockery. You were glad to see that you couldnt't find any.

"I do."

"Good. Let's go on a proper date, too." He said gently, petting your head lovingly.

"Okay." You smiled and grabbed his hand, kissing it. "Minho?"

"Yes, Violet?"

"Can you buy those dresses after all?"

"For your sister? Of course, love."

"I got you a ticket as well." You smiled at his choice of nickname, feeling your heart swell up with a new feeling.

"Thank you. I can't wait to go together." Minho replied, coming to kiss your lips.

~THE END~

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engbergsinfinland · 2 months

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A Flight Over the Water -- and Our Arrival to Tampere

Wednesday and Thursday are really quite a blur, people! We didn't have a terribly rushed Wednesday morning and left Alia's at about 10:10 to go to the airport rental car location to rent a minivan (Chrysler Pacifica -- wow, what a spacious and convenient vehicle!) to drive to Chicago to get our 9:30 p.m. flight to Helsinki. We'd decided we were going to take a leisurely route and make some stops on the way. Our first one was in Kalamazoo! I had never been in Kalamazoo, as far as I remember.

We ate lunch at the City Center Market and then we walked around and there appeared to be a big event just about to happen in a main park: a BBQ festival or cook-off? We went back to the car after our stroll and continued to wend our way to O'Hare. There was another stop to come, though: Indiana Dunes National Park! This was a bit of an unplanned stop, though we had discussed maybe finding a way for Eric and the kids to get in a Great Lake. And in fact, they did! It may have been "peak sun," very hot and humid, and very sandy and buggy, but they had a nice thirty-minute experience in Lake Michigan. Alex and I "patiently" waited for them and, while it was not ideal for the environment, I did sit in the air-conditioned car with our doggy while the others swam. It was just too, too hot, and there was no shade at the beach.

And then, off we went, and all but me and Alex were somewhat sandy and wet. But the plan was that they'd change into dry clothes before our flight but Rowan ended up taking off his swimsuit and taking in the scenic views of the Gary, Indiana, area in his birthday suit. We did soon stop at a gas station, clean and dry clothes were provided, and the nudist in the second row was clothed

We hit Chicagoland traffic and that was no real surprise. We returned the Pacifica to Thrifty without any ado at all and then made our way to the check-in counter for Finnair.

At this point, drama ensued . . .

I had contacted Finnair by phone about Alex the doggy's travel a month ago, but the ticket counter agent had no record of this call and the email I received from Finnair after that call to remark on a conversation topic we'd discussed was not enough to indicate that he was a part of our reservation. So, I came to understand that there was an online form I was required to fill out, and even though I had all of the hard copies of everything that was associated with that form, that was no good, because of these electronic, bureaucratic requirements that are everywhere these days! And the fact that I'd called and spoken to an agent meant nothing at all. I sound like such an old person!

The ticket counter manager really was trying to do everything she could to help us, but she was dealing with three major problems. We bonded with another woman, a grandma, who was trying to send her two grandchildren back to Finland. Even though they had come to the U.S. alone, Finnair was telling them that even though one was 15, they could not fly unaccompanied back home. Our golden ticket was that the ticket counter manager said she would directly talk to the crew when they arrived (she literally stopped them as they walked through the automatic sliding doors) to see if they would override both of these policies. They ended up doing this, but there was an hour and a half of stress and tears while we waited. Then, we had to rush to the gate, but we still had some wiggle room and ended up boarding with no trouble. The rest of the trip over to Helsinki was quite uneventful. It basically warrants no additional remarks since the stress associated with Alex's travel was so much that it eclipsed everything else.

Once we arrived at Helsinki airport, we collected all of our assorted and very heavy bags and made our way through customs and onto the bus, which, over 2 hours, took us north to Tampere. We walked over to our apartment with my colleague who is an administrator at Tampere University, Kristiina, and met the letting agent. He let us in and we got an overview of the place (but not the sauna ...yet!) and learned some details and then we said goodbye to him (Jan) and Kristiina (my colleague) and we will check back in with them on Monday. A few things had been damaged in the flat by the group of *six* young ladies who'd been living in the flat before us. Those glitches and damaged and extra things will be taken care of soon. Then, we went to the grocery store (Lidl) and had a lovely and relaxing dinner at home while watching some Olympic gymnastics. It was a long few days.

I will write again soon about our first full day in our flat and our experiences out and about in Tampere. But it's relief to have made it, even though we already miss our friends and family in Albuquerque.

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lucymarion · 5 months

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i love you and i (wont) wait

i went swimming with my friends kagabi at like 7pm to 4am. it was nice, tubigan was... small. i have this perception ng tubigan na malaki kasi the last time I was there i was still small. pagbalik ko kahapon i was shocked na maliit lang pala hahahaha

the real reason im writing this is because of sherlock. i think im suffering from another friendship break up. i think we're outgrowing each other. and it sucks so bad kasi i go through my fyp on tiktok and i see his reposts and it reminds me of the sherlock i loved. his humor was still there and all the things i adored pero it's like getting overshadowed by something else i cant digest. and i feel so bad right now because i just took him off of my close friends list.

turns out i was lying here

i arrived sa tubigan ng mga 6pm to reserve a cottage tapos by 7pm nasa loob na ko. i was messaging all of them to come na and I was patiently waiting tapos he messaged sa gc na he was going to be late. ok lang hanggang 4am naman kami dun. come 7:30 apat na kami dun meron paring 5 expected guests na kulang. ok sure. dumating na yung tatlo. i messaged sa gc na if susunod kayo then diretso nalang sa cottage edi swimming na kami. after ilang minutes balik kami cottage to check if papunta na sila. no replies. i messaged yung isang guest if pupunta mo ba sila ni sherlock he said hindi daw siya tutuloy, inupdate niya din daw si sherlock abt that. i was pissed kasi ???? 1) bakit hindi manlang naginform si sherlock about dun 2) the fee for the cottage was split for 9 people. pero ok lang kasi like this person so i wished him well nalang. moments later sherlock informed the gc that he was drunk and he wouldn't be joining anytime soon. it was weird as fuck dahil una he literally said sa gc na he cancelled plans for this swimming and pangalawa kumpleto kami. pero ok sige. i really dont want to ruin my vibe kasi i was really having a great time so sige. until mga madaling araw we were talking na sa may gilid ng pool and we were discussing shit about sherlock and it turns most of us felt weird na about him about how he changed and about how he treats and views his friends. i really felt sick to my stomach and my throat was closing up kasi winsiwjjsjsn this wasnt the friend i had in dati??? hindi ito yung kausap ko sa gmeet years ago????? hindi din to yung naging kaibigan ko nung grade 7.

grabe how time can drastically change a person. i dont even know that person anymore. i looked through his socmed accounts and i was shocked to realized na nothing's really connecting us anymore. i could just sever everything now. unfriend him soft block him on ig and twitter. take him off my dumps and my close friend lists. i could block him on tiktok. i could restrict him on Facebook and messenger and never contact him again. i could pick the galas i would participate to and never see him again. i could do it. it wouldn't matter anymore kasi we're not friends anymore. i dont want to be friends with him anymore.

anybody could be reading this and think ay nalate lang sa gala f.o. na GIRL hindi this has been accumulating for months na and this is probably my last straw. ayoko na umasa na maybe in this gala i would see the friend i know again. na maybe if i talk more sa gc the boy i loved in the gmeets the gc did in 2021 would resurface. na maybe he'd add me on that fucking frens highlight sa ig niya which was a huge blow to me btw kasi i was there dati pero ngayon for no reason wala na ako (just checked while typing this wala talaga ako ANYWHERE.) waiting is futile. hes not here anymore

rest in peace to us bj (he doesnt even want to be called like this anymore LOLOLOLOLOL) 2017-2024

it was nice to be ur friend. i love you forever

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siphyr · 1 year

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Okay sooooo, turns out my two year anniversary of starting an ao3 account is today. I don't actually remember when the anniversary for my first fic is (cause I took that one down LMAO) so this is my chosen birthday, I think it's rather fitting~

Anyway, a few months ago I became more aware of how much I've cumulatively accomplished in terms of writing, and it was a weird feeling, because I'm very much aware of my weaknesses, and all of the points I got lazy in my work, and all of the times I haven't been able to pull something off, but what I have actually done still feels like so overwhelmingly much.

When I look back to who I was when I started, I was like the light that comes through a frosted window, the light that shines over Tommy's hospital bed in Never Let Me Go, and though I haven't really looked back to the things I posted during that time, everything I remember of them feels like a reflection of that fact. There was this hesistancy, reservation, fear to feel literally anything, because the pain that would have come with that, with the isolation I was still trapped in, would have been too much to bear.

In a certain sense, I'm free of that now, I consider myself a far fuller person and things are better now, but those rusted barbed hideous shackles I have no adult agency to escape from still entrap me. Even if I'm freer and fuller now, I'm not remotely free to write whatever I want, because I'm so overwhelmed by the things I can't escape from.

All of this is to say, although it's a rather damp note to end on, I hope I'll be free by my next birthday, and I'll be able to write something free like that existence when that time comes.

If you're reading this, bide your time, and hold out hope.

-soft-snowfall

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taleweaver-ramblings · 2 years

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My innate desire to not be seen as a jerk

vs.

Yes I just asked you to repeat yourself but I often have trouble understanding what's said to me over the phone and you have a strong accent that I'm not familiar with and I genuinely still do not understand what you are asking me so I am going to have to ask you AGAIN.

#all I watched was to know if I could check in to the hotel before 4 STORMS #and also if the hotel has a fridge #because I like me some cold water #it was not supposed to be that complicated!!!!#and yet!#I am internally screaming #and then the person on the other end went on a whole tangent about other people on the reservation?#and I'm just like #yes. there is another person. she is coming with me. we are driving together. we are checking in together.#and she's like no no no the other person #and I'm like #no. I took that person off the reservation LITERAL MONTHS AGO.#she is not part of this conversation #will you please just ANSWER my QUESTION.#so storming frustrating #I know she was just doing her job and probably also doing her best #but still #*screaming*#taleweaver speaks #taleweaver rants

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bonesofapoet · 2 years

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my dear, how sweet we could be

[roy harper x you ]

author’s note: he literally has my whole entire heart rn like i cannot believe it took me so long to Get It?? zero regrets, never turning back, etc, etc. still trying to find my voice within his character tho, so hopefully this isn’t too Off as a first go :) and beautiful header from this post by @donnastroya

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It was gentle, being with Roy.

He may be all unyielding hero and crystal clear sarcasm deflection, but he was also made of soft touches and sweet kisses that found a home in your heart and melted the hardened bones that intertwined seamlessly with your glowing soul.

Some nights may be spent wrist deep in bloody gauze with fingertips navigating tweezers through valleys of torn flesh to discover a bullet, X Marks The Spot and, babe your shoulder is not supposed to be a treasure trove of gold plated bullets, y’know that, right?

I tried to tell the other guy the same thing, y’know? To show my deep gratitude for becoming his personal - ow, darling’ - pincushion, he’ll be finding arrowhead fragments for months.

But the others. . .those coveted nights where it was just the two of you against the world in your quiet, cozy apartment? The atmosphere would sing hymns of peaceful waters safely navigated while you were wrapped relentlessly around one another. Candles danced lazy shadows against your walls of secrecy, illuminating the shadows in this home you had created slowly, carefully, painstakingly - together.

His gear was tucked away safe and sound in another room, beloved arrows scattered mid-build on the coffee table nearby. Your own work was hidden far away for the night, in the small kitchen nook you reserved for such endeavors. Sirens sounded beyond windows shut tight against the raging downpour, with wind blowing sheets of rain aggressively into the glass. Night had fallen quicker and louder, thanks to the storm arriving unannounced on the horizon.

They grew louder, the sirens chasing the thunder, as they came closer and closer to your neighborhood, your apartment building, your crowned hero-vigilante, snuggled up tight against your chest. Your legs were tangled mercilessly on your sofa, completely lost and found under the soft blanket draped carelessly across Roy’s waist and both pairs of feet. Your lips slipped on a smile, and you couldn’t help but tease.

“Sure you don’t wanna get that? Sounds like a calling card.”

“Nah,” he says, hugging your arms closer, tighter. You mirror him, always, squeezing where they lay looped around his waist. He shifts in your arms, flops his head lazily against your shoulder. You feel him smile, breath warm when he huffs a laugh against your neck. “I’m right where I need to be.”

It’s mumbled into your skin, chapped lips singing his point home when he presses a gentle kiss to your neck, your shoulder, your jaw. It’s a sigh that leaves your lips next, all contentment on the brink of bubbling laughter that fills the silence of serenity, then - inevitably - nudges it into the empty spaces of this relationship - fragile, sometimes - that you and Roy had crafted by mistake.

It was almost as if Eros himself had descended from his place on Mount Olympus to mark you as the next impression upon the Muses, all those months ago. An unlikely love story worthy of a melancholy song. You snorted at the thought and ducked your head into Roy’s shoulder, hoping to muffle the laughter that irony pulled from your chest. A low, rolling thunder covered the sound, but it did not hide the way your body shook against the man laying on top of you.

“Ohhh,” he drags out. “I get it. It’s all fun and games until we start getting serious -” the word is accented by a surprise squeeze to your side, and the sharp crest of the sirens turning onto your street. They muted your yelp at the unexpected jab. “ - and sappy, huh?”

You hummed, tongue poised and ready to tease him back in kind. The act of pulling away from the man draped across your lap was required, but. Instead of meeting his eyes, your gaze was pulled to the closest window - and, oh.

Lightning flashed to illuminate rain streaked window panes. The blurry glow of silhouette street lamps drove home the surprising streaks of nostalgia, of comfort, of home - and you realized they were now associated with arrows, with crime-fighting, and. . .with Roy Harper. It trickled down through your veins, this newfound awareness. It decided to tug on your heart, just then, and the sudden sharp inhale had both you and Roy creating space between you that was not necessarily welcome.

“No, “ you met his eyes, all soft green and walking a careful line - yet they lit with a spark nonetheless, when you smiled something kind, something sweet, when he began to separate himself from your arms. “No, no, no - stay right where you are.” your hands slid back to rest on his shoulders, tensing ever so slightly at the shift in your demeanor.

The solidity of these lightbulb moments weren’t always conveniently timed - nor were the reactionary aspects - but god.

“It’s just that - it’s kinda - funny, isn’t it? We never expected to find ourselves like this, but - we are, and it’s - it’s nice, y’know?” The tone you spoke with softens, and it melts like the tension you feel disappear from Roy’s shoulders. “It just kinda hit me, I guess. That, and I thought of an Eros pun.”

Slowly, Roy leans back to settle against your chest once again. It’s hidden from you, the small smile growing upon his lips at the mention of your joke, and - well. You had never failed to make him smile.

“Care to share with the class what’s so funny this time?”

“Just a classic tale about how the archer god of love has very clearly shot you, another archer, with a nifty trick arrow of his own. Ironic, isn’t it?”

He feels your head tip forward to rest against his neck, shadowed red hair tickling your nose all the while. Your breath is warm and steady against his skin, and Roy reaches up to pull your hands from his shoulders, wrapping your arms snug around him one more time. His touch is gentle, and so is his soundless laugh. He relaxes gradually, into you - the one stoking the fire in his chest, the one inspiring him to embrace how simple things could be - if only, if only, if only.

“Can’t say I’m complainin’, sweets.” he says, sentiment dripping lukewarm from his words. Your fingers cling to his shirt. “So you’re saying you like the sappy,” he says. That slight build of tension dies under the lightness of his voice - chased away by the weight of his calloused fingers slipping themselves between yours to hold.

Your answering laugh is quiet in his ear, the soft kiss to his shoulder is sweet. And right now, that’s all he needs. All he wants, really, at least for the night.

“Yeah, Roy. I like the sappy. And the serious.”

“Good,” he says, playing with your fingers. You feel them rise, cradled carefully between his own before they’re pressed to his lips. His kiss lingers, and you can’t help but bury your face in his neck at your own attempt to quell the sheer adoration blooming through your whole being. “Because I have way more where that came from.”

He feels your smile ignite against his skin, leans further into you when he returns your hands to his waist and you hold him tighter.

“I hope so,” your turn now, to mumble into him. “That mean you’re sure you're not going anywhere? Because I can still hear those sirens -”

You couldn’t, actually. They faded into the pounding rain and roaring thunder only moments ago.

“Are we gonna ignore movie night to see who the reigning Champion of Sarcasm is? ‘Cause if we are, I’m gonna need to go polish my crown -”

“I mean. We could do both.”

He hums. Starts to get up. “I think I hear my phone ringing -”

“Harper.” He doesn't get very far - you don’t let him. Within a heartbeat, Roy is, unceremoniously, pulled back into your chest with an oof. Smiles, laughter, matching in every way - they light up the room with the tabletop candles very clearly losing the quiet battle of luminance. “You’re right where you need to be, remember?”

It was gentle, being with Roy.

He may be all unyielding hero and crystal clear sarcasm deflection, but he was also all golden hearts and tender intensity. He steps carefully and quietly following your lead, always, one step, two steps, three steps ahead of you regardless. He was the halo of the sun gifted sparingly, the glow of radiance that dispels shrouded shadows within minutes, seconds, breaths. He gave grace freely, and you whispered it right back to him on nights spent under the bright moon, stars, the heavy weight h.of the lives you lead as if it could all come crashing down within a minute, a second, a breath.

And it could, you supposed. You wondered if Roy almost expected it to, sometimes. Maybe he was right. Maybe he wasn’t. All that mattered to you was the here, the now, the man curled up fearlessly against you, with arms wrapped around you too, now, and this was how you always hoped it would be. The two of you standing on your own two feet, yet tangled together against the whole entire world, until your very last breath.

#roy harper #roy harper imagine #roy harper drabble #roy harper x you #roy harper x reader #dc imagne #kas writes

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neekoo · 2 years

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i only want to be with you , hiyori tomoe

♡ — note ; sorry i’m ngl i don’t rlly like this.. this is kidn of bad and dramatic… a bit ooc i think :3 and sorry if there’s mistakes btw i was half asleep when i wrote this

warnings ; fluff to slight angst(?) if u squint, fake relationship

you remember the first time when hiyori asked you for a favour, a favour you never expected.

it’s been days, weeks, months ever since you started to “date” hiyori

but why you? was a burning question that never got answered. you weren’t the most beloved neither were you notorious, you and hiyori were polar opposites. he is bright, fun, warm as if he was a sun. in contrast you were quiet, reserved, kept to yourself.

ever since you needed to keep up with the act of dating hiyori has been hell and also amusing, “hell” being that hiyori almost always brings you to shopping sprees. hours and hours of walking all over the mall felt like years and years of aimlessly going in circles, even worse you have to carry his many bags of purchased items that could be stuffed with every single item in each and every store. at that point your legs were literally killing you, all you could think about was until you got home to finally rest.

“fake dating hiyori is quite burdensome…” you thought to yourself, you were almost at your limit when hiyori told you,

“let’s go to oneeee more store! i promise there will be something amazing just for you!”

you heaved out a sigh, you felt like a parent following your child as he explores every crook and crevice of the mall. if you looked more closely you swore you could see a bright sun and clouds floating above hiyori’s head while you had dull rainy clouds, funnily enough almost matching the impressions of both of you. you continued to sulk as you followed hiyori’s lead, going inside a small shop filled with tiny charms, jewellery and keychains. you were in your own world as hiyori suddenly came up to you holding two keychains, one black cat and one white cat. he started to gently shake it as light bell sounds started to chime from the bell collars both keychains had.

“let’s get these, they’re matching” he brightly told you while grinning ear to ear.

it was the very first times your feelings started to blossom, he was cute in a sense. despite being all gloomy minutes ago. you nodded at him, the more you imaged his grin getting engraved in your mind, the more you start to curl your lips slighty, his grin being contagious.

after purchasing the keychains, it was the end of the day already. the sun was setting slowly and before you were going to pass hiyori all his bags he took the keychains and showed it to you.

“which one do you want?” he asked.

you took a few seconds hesitating and randomly picking one, which just so happens to be the black cat. you saw hiyori eyes light up a little, like how a birthday candle would start flickering with tiny flames, then blowing off. he suddenly took the millions of shopping bags from you and before he made his departure,

“i wanted you to choose the black one” he cheekily said as turned to face you, meters away from you before he scurried away. you took a few seconds to process,

“what was that?” you said to yourself, in astonishment.

you started to hold in a chuckle, you cannot help but start to laugh more. maybe being with hiyori was not so bad.

when you got back home and showered and changed. keeping and organising everything, you saw the keychain. you held onto it, remembering the small but significant interaction you had, it stuck to you because it made your day, it felt special, you felt hiyori did not just choose it out of the blue and it was carefully and personally picked. you found yourself smiling at the keychain and stopped out of embarrassment, remembering that it’s just fake dating, maybe you should not let yourself dive in too deep. you quickly attached the keychain to your school bag and went to bed straight away. you didn’t need to think about something that brought you a wave of emotions instantly.

but even when you were trying to distract and block out your thoughts, you could not stop thinking about him just because a short sentence he said and a keychain he gave.

the next day when you were walking to school alone, enjoying the peace and quiet until you heard footsteps running behind you, much to your dismay (or pleasure) hiyori caught up to you, greeting you and trying to make small talk with you. you noticed the keychain he bought yesterday, attached to his bag, around the same place as you attached it too. you started to feel warm but ignored it and reminding yourself “it’s not real”.

“why are you suddenly all so clingy now, aren’t we faking our relationship?” you asked trying to sound firm but you made it sound more timid.

“aw why are you suddenly so cold now? don’t think i never noticed how your eyes widened when i showed you the keychains!”

you didn’t even notice you reacted so evidently when hiyori showed you the keychains, how observant isn’t he?

you ignored his response and mumbled under your breath “you’re funny”

although you never expected this to happen, you started to enjoy being around hiyori and allowed yourself to get closer to him. but you made sure to keep reminding yourself that you guys are fake dating not in a relationship, the most that will happen is being close friends you thought, just to help shield away from actually letting your feelings feed into your daydreams.

“why did you want me to choose the black cat for our keychains?” you suddenly asked hiyori when you were hanging out with him in a cafe.

he stopped for a second and then looked at you “because you remind me of a black cat (name).” he cheerfully said patting your head. you started to feel bashful and looked away as he kept going on and on about his claim, making you feel even more embarrassed.

which was one of the many reason you started to fall harder and harder for him. you liked his company, it felt comforting.

it’s been months since you both have been keeping up the fake relationship, you felt like both of your relationships were flourishing until something happened.

hiyori asked you to meet him at an area, a quiet street, the environment was serene, trees decorated with white jasmine flowers, rose bushes around you were present, it made it more pleasant, no one was around, only you and hiyori.

you saw him waiting near one of the trees and you ran up to him, curious to what was going to happen.

he started to speak, he looked more glum than happy which concerned you a bit. “i’ve been needing to tell you this but i haven’t found the right time, but i think now is the right timing.”

you hold your breath as you predicted what was going to happen.

“since we’ve been holding a fake relationship for months…”

you exactly knew it was about this relationship going on, you cannot help but feel a little heartbroken, you were overthinking things.

“i have to leave the city, for a few reasons regarding to my family”

there was a long silence before he continued,

“we’ve spent a lot of time together and you’re really fun to be around but i think we should end the relationship, i don’t know if you want it to be an actual relationship which i want but i’m not sure if you feel the same,” he started to babble and all you picked up was “end the relationship” and “want an actual relationship”. you stay rooted to the ground eyes widening in surprise and he continued to speak, suddenly stopping and then saying “i’m sorry for giving trouble by asking to fake relationships, you can leave if you want. i know you probably don’t like me” both of you were standing in front of each other, seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours when you were with hiyori, you were still in your train of thoughts he was starting walk away consumed by his own sadness.

the sun started to set as the sky oddly turned to a pinkish red hue, the colour tinted onto hiyori. it was then you were snapped back to reality and before he was out your reach you held onto the sleeve of his shirt, bringing you closer to him

“but i only want to be with you…”

you stared down at your feet starting to feel more timid as you softly whisper.

#꒰ 🐾 ﹒ chalice ˎˊ˗#hiyori tomoe x reader #enstars x reader #ensemble stars #hiyori tomoe #HELP KMAGINE HIYORI RUNNING AWAY WITH A TON OF SHOPPING BAGS #i need to eat hiyori #i have to sotp making stories inspired by song titles

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celestialrry · 3 years

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stood up

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hello everyone!!!! I've been awol for literally weeks because i had absolutely NO motivation to write but i finally finished this piece ˊᗜˋ so YAY. ALSOO thank you for following me, liking, and reblogging my pieces (it encourages me somuchsothankyouireallyappreciateit-- and remember reblogging really helps us writers :))) ) here’s a hug for all ur patience and feel free to send me asks or requests i love talking to you guys! ε(♡'-')з

summary: Harry keeps standing Y/N up. (request from @ballerinrry! thank u love)

warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol and sex, angsty but with a happy ending cause for some reason i can never let them end on a bad note

Y/N was excited.

It had been a while since Harry had asked her to go on a date, it was always the other way around recently. She couldn’t blame him though, Y/N knew just how busy Harry always was, and it wasn’t like he was purposefully not asking her to go do things, he just had a lot on his plate.

That’s what she kept telling herself anyways.

It’s what she told herself when it had been 2 weeks since they had even eaten a meal together, and given the fact that just a few months ago Harry had come back to London for a while, that was rare. So, Y/N asked him to grab lunch on a Saturday while they were lying in bed together, and when he agreed, but failed to show up, leaving Y/N sitting at the cafe, her lips morphed into a frown and her eyes not focusing on the phone in front of her, she told herself he was simply booked up with meetings and studio time and such.

Thats what he told her when he got into bed that night to apologize for accidentally standing her up. She forgave him, of course, and suggested they could just get dinner the next week. He agreed, even walked around to his calander her to show her he was marking the date off in his calendar with a heart, her first initial, and 7:00 PM etched into the little box with red sharpie.

So, the week passed with quick kisses of good mornings and good nights, and while Harry was gone Y/N had on a black dress she had been excited to wear for a while now, with those little mini silver heels and a coat strung over her shoulders as she sat on her couch waiting for Harry to swing by to pick her up. She shot him a text that simply asked “You otw? xx”

He was not.

It took about 30 minutes of waiting on their couch to realize he was standing her up, again. And it took until the next morning for Harry to see her text (his phone had been on do not disturb while he was at the studio and he ended up spending the night at Sarah and Mitch’s after a few beers), and for the guilt to seep through his veins.

He apologized, again. And Y/N forgave him, again.

Only until it got to the point where Y/N no longer remembered the amount of times Harry had stood her up, for being at the studio, or sleeping after a meeting, or simply just not paying attention to his phone, she knew there was a problem.

Harry was fully aware of the problem too. He knew that this was no way to ever treat a partner, and if someone was doing this to him, he’d dump them— well, he’s never been one to end a relationship unless it was necessary, so that’s an exaggeration, but it’s the principle of the thing.

Which is why when he got home one day around 11 PM, gave her a kiss to the forehead after she sat up in their bed to give him a hug, and a soft “Can we talk?” escaped her lips, he knew he had to fix this. So he asked her if they could talk over dinner the next night, he just wanted to sleep but also wanted to fix things with his girl, asking her if she was free of course, before telling her he’s gonna make a reservation at that nice restaurant the two of them used to go to quite often, because “it’s been a while since I’ve taken my favorite girl out”.

A grin broke out on her face because he had asked her! And if Harry was planning it, there’s no way he’d cancel or stand her up.

So yeah, Y/N was excited.

She woke up that morning with a smile on her face, and something akin to a what she thinks a rainbow would feel like running through her veins. It had only been a few months since she’d last been on a date with her boyfriend of almost 2 years and a half in person, and she was going to make the most of it. Because after this date, things would change. They’d spend more time together again and it would be like this little bump (that neither had acknowledged) never happened.

Y/N did, well, everything to prepare. Took a long shower, shaved, put on that coconut lotion Harry likes— he tended to dig his face in her neck when he smelled it while holding her—, brushed her teeth more than 3 times, dug in her closet to find that one patterned soft purple dress she bought ages ago but never had a change to wear it, until now, put on those really cute heels Harry said he liked once (“Looks like something you’d wear on a runway pet, I love ‘em.”), and even styled her hair differently than normal.

He had told her he would swing by at 8 on the dot after the studio, and soon enough, it was 8, with no sign from the man who made the promise himself. Y/N thought maybe there was traffic, he was just running late, texted him a quick, “Can’t wait to see you!! xxx” and put her phone on the coffee table, waiting on their couch.

8 turned to 9, 9 turned to 10, 10 turned to 11, and soon it was midnight. Y/N doesn’t think she’d ever felt more empty than how she felt then, walking to their shared room of a year, slipping off her heels and tossing them towards the closet, as well as pulling her dress over herself and letting it fall to the floor behind her, grabbing that one t-shirt she always wears when she needs comfort (which just happened to an extra 2018 Live on Tour shirt Harry had laying around that she snatched just 3 months into them dating), and flopping into bed.

She couldn’t fall asleep, and instead spent her time curled up in their bedsheets, a steady flow of tears making their way down her blush covered cheeks.

。:°ஐ

Harry usually didn’t make mistakes.

Sure, he had his moments, grabbing the wrong coffee off the counter when his name was called at the cafe, forgetting to text Jeff that he actually couldn’t make it to a meeting that was scheduled in a few hours. Just little things, things that didn’t matter that much, and could always be fixed. He didn’t usually make mistakes that weren’t easy to fix. He just wasn’t that kind of guy.

Until, he was.

Harry loved Y/N. He loved having her around, loved spending time with her, loved loving on her, loved kissing her, loved touching her, loved the way she went about almost everything. He was so in love with her, that hurting her was out of the question. He never wanted to be the one to make her cry, make her bottom lip quiver before the tears rushed out like he’d seen many times before, due to movies, his songs (which as sadistic as it sounds was an ego builder to have someone so close to him so affected by the music he wrote), her school work, or even her friends that weren’t being so nice.

In fact, he was so in love with her, even being so afraid of commitment (it took him over a year of them dating to ask her to move in), all he wanted to do was blurt out those 4 dreaded words. “Will you marry me?” It was a bond for life, and he was terrified of that, but with Y/N all he wanted to do was spend the rest of his living days with her.

When Harry had come back from being in L.A. for so long and finally being in the same city as his girlfriend back at their home, all they did was spend time together. Every time he saw Y/N all he wanted to do was say those 4 words that he hadn’t even fully come to terms with himself. It was dangerous, and Harry’s self control when it came to Y/N was lacking, so he simply did was every normal person would do in his situation.

He stood her up.

Many more times than he could count, and of course he felt like the shittiest person in the world— shittiest boyfriend in the world—but at least now she can’t possibly be under the impression that he wanted to marry her, which is what he wanted. Or thought he wanted, until Sarah called him up one day after he had stood Y/N up for dinner the night before and told him off. Told Harry just how fucking terrible he made Y/N feel, how unwanted she thought she was, how she felt like they were loosing their relationship, and Harry didn’t know what to do with himself. (Of course Y/N had sobbed to Sarah about it over the phone while she was drunk off the wine she opened 40 minutes after Harry said he would be there, so she really didn’t even remember the conversation).

And later that day Harry had come home, heard her wavering voice asking if they could talk, and decided in his head he would tell her how he felt, how sorry he was, and how he wanted to be with her forever and love her forever if she allowed him. He had a few expectations for their dinner, that Y/N would probably tell him how he’s made her feel, and Harry would apologize, tell her why he did it, explain he thought it was no excuse, then tell her he plans on marrying her (obviously not proposing just yet, but finally bringing up the conversation they had never had even though they were in a serious committed relationship) and they’d go back home, have the most amazing sex ever, and forget about the whole thing.

What Harry didn’t expect was to get a call from Jeff around 5 asking him to come to the studio to fix few vocals, then end up nailing down 2 songs in one night, go to a bar with the band to celebrate, get drunk, then pass out at Mitch and Sarahs flat.

But that’s what happened, according to Mitch, who woke Harry up the very next morning.

“Good morning man, wakey wakey,” Mitch’s teasing tone echoed through Harry’s (what felt like full of vodka) brain as he groaned and squinted his eyes. “Why are you waking me up at this hour in the morning?” Harry asked drearily, sighing and simultaneously regretting last night as a whole because the last thing he wanted to do while hungover was be up before at least 9 AM.

“We’ve gotta go to meet with Jeff about tour in like a hour, H” Mitch stated .

At Mitch’s words Harry sat up on their couch, eyes wide in fear. “Wait mate, I thought tha’ meeting was on Wednesday.”

“It is Wednesday H, god how drunk did we let you get last night…” Mitch said, beginning to recount some of Harry’s antics the night before. Harry however, couldn’t hear a thing with the blood pumping through his ears. If today was Wednesday, that meant yesterday was Tuesday, and he went and got trashed at a bar with his friends Tuesday night when— when he was supposed to be on a date with Y/N, when he was supposed to confess his intentions, when he was supposed to apologize for standing her up over and over, yet instead he went and did it again.

Now this, this was a mistake.

“…H. H. Harry? Are you there?” Mitch’s voice came back into focus and Harry shook his head. “I- fuck, I was supposed to take Y/N out last night.” Harry said, his voice trembling.

‘I’m sure she’ll forgive you, it’s just one night.” Mitch tried to make Harry feel better. He knew Y/N was a very forgiving person, she would get over this in no time.

“No, she won’t. I-I’ve stood her up for the past month and a half, Mitch.”

At these words, Mitch stands straight up making pained eye contact with Sarah in the kitchen who was overhearing most of this conversation with her eyes wide. She had no idea it was this bad. “Month and a half? I thought it was just that one time a few weeks ago, Harry what the hell is wrong with you?” Harry simply shook his head and didn’t reply. He had absolutely no idea how to make it up to her. “I-fuck, I don’t know Mitch!” Harry raised his voice. “I need to see her and apologize, now.” Harry said, standing up and rushing over to the front door and slipping on his shoes.

“This meeting is mandatory Harry, as much as I want you to see her too, she’d probably still asleep, and I don’t think this can be solved in under an hour.” Mitch said calmly, already knowing Harry was close to walking out his door. Harry stayed silent for a moment, weighing the options. Either go apologize to his girlfriend, or prioritize himself over her again.

“We can do it another day, I’m sorry, but I have to go see her, tell Jeff I feel sick.” And he walked out without another word.

。:°ஐ

The morning after Harry stood Y/N up again was brutal.

She stayed up all night, replaying moments with Harry in her head, analyzing if he wanted to be there with her, wondering if maybe he felt like he had to stay with her out of pity. It was torture, and the pain seemed to turn into numbness as time went by, and eventually the sun came up, and she stayed in bed, her motivation lost.

A loud crash and “Fuck!” woke her up, swollen eyes fluttering open to the invasive noise. Y/N furrowed her brows, her mind connecting everything that happened yesterday and unfortunately reminding her of the unbearable pain she went through the night before. A groan escaped her lips as she sat up and flung her legs out of her bed sheets that had been flung off the bed in the middle of the night. She began grumbling to herself as she made her way downstairs, ready to tell Harry off for making so much noise.

Her mouth stopped moving, and instead remained in limbo as her eyes met Harry’s. His mouth opened to speak, but his words were caught in his throat as he saw the state she was in. It was when her mouth pressed into a line that he could begin talking. “Y/N, baby, please I know you don’t wanna see me or talk t’me right now but I’m so fuckin’ sorry, love. So so sorry, it was an accident, I went t’ the studio to fix a few things then got hung up on the songs and by the time we went to celebrate I completely lost track of time, and I was too drunk to drive home so I crashed at Mitch’s.”

Her mouth fell open at his words. Everything was happening too fast. Hearing that he stood her up to drink at a fucking bar to celebrate himself, then coming home and accidentally knocking over a glass in their kitchen (which she put together was the crash earlier after seeing the shards of broken glass on the floor) frustrated her to no end. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him any longer, and Harry had stopped talking after realizing what he just admitted to her. Without another glance, instead of looking at Y/N’s tear stained face, all he saw was her back, walking up the stairs to their room.

“Fuck,” He said to himself before following her up the pink stairs. “Y/N, love wait-please, I’m so sorry, I just need to talk to you, I need to explain myself, please.” He begged as she shut their bedroom door in his face, his voice turning into a desperate whine at the end.

。:°ஐ

It’s been 3 days since then, and she hasn’t spoken to him. He would leave in the mornings, kissing her forehead and mumbling an “I love you” and telling her exactly what time he’d be home, before leaving and coming back on time to find an empty plate in the sink and her lying in their bed, whether it be reading, scrolling on her phone, or typing on her laptop. He would apologize many times, reaching his hand out for hers and she would simply situate herself in their bed and lay down, back turned to him.

Harry just couldn’t take it anymore.

It was when she had finally let him kiss her forehead goodnight that he decided to take his chance. “Y/N.” He spoke softly, with no response or anything to indicate she heard him. “Baby, can we please talk- or I’ll talk and you listen, I just- I really need to say some things.”

She was still faced away from him when he leaned against their headboard and he decided to keep going.

“I- um. I’m sure you know how sorry I am, but I really am- sorry I mean. Not just for tonight but for every other time I’ve stood you up. I’m so sorry for not showing you how much you matter to me, and how much the things you do matter to me.”

It was then that she slowly sat up next to him and looked at him, eyes begging him to continue. He blushed at her intense eye-contact that he had barely gotten over the past few days and took a breath, opting to look at his hands fidgeting in his lap.

“We’ve been together for 2 and almost a half years, which is the longest relationship I’ve been in, and it’s no excuse to treat you this way, but I had just been thinking about how things progress even further than now,�� He coughs. “Which is marriage, and when I finally came home, all I wanted to do was ask you to marry me- I don’t- m’not proposing right now, I just- I got really scared because wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone is crazy to me,

I’ve never thought that way about anyone else until you, I didn’t even really want to get married before you, and I started to distance myself before I ended up telling you this, but obviously that blew up in my face.” He chuckled a bit, locking eyes with her unreadable ones for a moment and lifting a hand to run through his hair. “What I’m trying to say, is that I love you, so so much, and I plan on marrying you— obviously if you want to too, of course— and I’m so sorry for trying to make you think that I didn’t care about you anymore or love you any less, because it’s the complete opposite of that.”

His eyes were watery now, as he started down at his interlocked fingers, and his eyes widened when her hand was gently placed over his own. “Harry,” Y/N began. “Look at me, please.”

His head lifted to see her facing him, her brows knitted and a small smile on her face. “I forgive you, okay? I could tell you were kind of scared of commitment when we first started dating, and I wish I could say your reason for standing me up is surprising but it’s not.” They both chuckled a bit at this. “I- I’m still upset at you, I need you to know that, because 2 months of thinking the love of your life is avoiding you doesn’t feel all too great, so you suck for that,” she said, planting a quick kiss to his cheek which quickly turned pink. “But Harry, even if you asked me to marry you a year ago I would have said yes. I love you, so much, and I plan on spending the rest of my life with you as well. I’m sorry for giving you the silent treatment, it was… unnecessary and immature. So, thank you for apologizing. I love you.” She confessed again.

“S’okay, I deserved it, and I love you too. Maybe even more. So um, we’re okay?” Harry asked, a hopeful smile on his face.

She nodded with a smile and pulled him into a much needed hug and pulled away only for him to bring her into an even more needed kiss. “If you ever try to pull that shit again, I’m breaking up with you.” She laughed and he tackled her into the sheets hiding his face in her neck.

“Duly noted, love. Duly noted.”

#harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #Harry Styles #harry styles angst #im pretty proud of this one #if I do say so myself #harry styles fanfiction #its kinda short tho sorry

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