#once again it was made on a phone so please excuse any problems with and gifs!!!!

[therealplaguedoctor]

Incantato?

Kimi antonelli x fem!reader

Summary/prolong (idek anymore)- Where kimi was so star struck that he could only talk in Italian...you know Italian.

Warnings/content- fem reader, 2nd person (you/your), tried to not use y/n used maybe once or twice, lmk if I missed anything

Non serious warnings: the time line might be a little fucked but uhhh idc, reader isn't described as any nationality but is hinted at being American (not explicitly mentioned), author is a dumbass and pretends she knows shit(she doesnt), American spelling, I never spell check, Idk what a kilometer is,

A/n- sooo I've been wanting to write a kimi A. fic FOREVERRRR as hes definitely one of if not my favorite driver, so ye! Also thanks again to anon for giving me the fic name and giving me the context it is used in I'm also apologizing for my Google translated Italian.... and another side note Ik I didn't use 'incantato' in it's technically correct context it still wanted to do my original dialog so oops?

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You've known ollie for a long time. So long in fact you can't even remember when. You've two whenever you've been together had been inseparable which made it all the harder when you couldn't see eachother due to his Karting but alas your friend ship survived and you two, not having talked in person for a very long time, are still really good friends.

"Please come on we haven't seen eachother in forever it would be nice to hang out!" Ollie partially begged on the phone. He was trying to get you to come to the Great Britain Grand Prix more commonly referred to as Silverstone.

"I don't know Ollie..." You said I mean with travel expenses you really didn't want to..

"Pleaseeeee? I'll cover all the travel" he said trying his hardest to get you to agree

Welp there goes your only excuse "fine.." you said giving in

"Thank you you're the best" you could hear the smile in his voice as he talked. The conversation continued touching random topics before you declared it to late and said your good byes.

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You finally touched down in the UK. You grabbed your bags and made your way to the exit. Ollie while wanting to pick you up from the airport was pulled into a meeting to go over his times so he was super apologetic. You of course told him it was fine and that you can just get an Uber to your hotel. That of course is what you did.

Arriving at your hotel you checked in and threw all your stuffs in your room. Jet lagged from the flight you decide just to take a shower and head to bed as it was late anyways due to flight delays.

You peeled the airport clothes off of you throwing them on the bathroom floor before stepping into the warm water falling from the shower head. The hotel actually had decent water pressure.

Stepping out of the shower you wrapped yourself in the towel smoothly applying your hair products. You pat your hair dry opting to let it air dry the rest of the way. You quickly got dressed in some comfortable pj's. Sitting in the hotel chair as you grabbed your phone to text Ollie,

You: just letting you know I'm in the hotel and gonna head to bed

Ollie: okay

Ollie: ill pick you up tomorrow

Ollie: sorry again about not bing able to pick you up :(((

You: Ollie it's fine!!!

You: you were busy it's okay!!!

Ollie: okay

Ollie: I still feel bad :((

You: don't.

You: problem solved

Ollie: :D

You: good night Ollie

Ollie: night!

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Your alarm blared again in your ear. Annoyed you shut it off glancing at the time. Begrudgingly you got up and slowly got dressed and got ready looking in the mirror you fixed your hair. As you finished your phone rang, picking it up you looked at the caller ID: Ollie, you answered

"Hey what's up?" You asked

"Hey goodmorning" he said "I'm pulling up to your hotel now if your ready?"

You grabbed your bag and stuffed your wallet in it "yeah I'm ready I'm heading down now" you said "just got finished"

"Alright see you soon" he said happily as he hung up.

You shut the door to your hotel room behind you it clicking shut and checked to make sure it's locked. Satisfied you went over and took the hotel down.

Exiting the elevator you immediately spotted the tall brit.

"Ollie!" You called

He looked your direction looking for the voice. Almost instantly spotting you a smile spread crossed his face. "Ahh there you are" he said.

"Hey ollie" you smiled walking up to him

"Hey" he said "let's go before we get swarmed" he said with his poor disguise: sunglasses

"You mean you get swarmed" you said as you made your way to the exit "Mr hot shot formula one driver" you joked

He chuckled "well how does it feel to be the best friend of the hotshot f1 driver" He asked pretending to be an interviewer.

You smiled letting out a small laugh as he opened the door to the car

"Ever so the gentleman Mr bear" you smiled

"If my mom found out I didn't behave like this she would kill me" Ollie joked before he got in the car shutting the door and starting it up "I swear youre her favorite child" he joked

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Arriving at the paddock you both got out of the car smoothing out our clothes after shutting the door Ollie handed you a pass.

"There you are" he smiled "it's a ferrari pass cause you know me being reserve and all" he said "I wish you would come to one of my prema races though" he pouted

"Firstly: thanks" you said "and secondly you know my classes over lap with your races plus I wouldn't be able to properly hang out with you if it was an actual race weekend"

"Okay good point" he smiled as you both made your way to the entrance, "oh I know you know but there gonna be a bunch of cameras just ignore them and there'll be a bunch of fans so I'm gonna stop and sign some things"

You nodded as he scanned his pass letting him inside you quickly did the same.

Ollie quickly went to the side taking some pictures with fans and signing some items you stood off to the side waiting for him to finish as he waved good bye to the fans he walked towards the wall of camerasbefore following the path and flow of people, you were quick to follow him.

"Hey man slow down I'm not as tall as you" you complained

"Sorry mate" he chuckled "i just want to introduce you to my friend he's probably in the Mercedes hospitality..." Ollie trailed off as he looked around. As he looked around he took off in a direction. At his sudden take off you followed him quickly weaving through the people.

Finally you caught up to him, he was talking to another guy, a cute guy, dressed in Mercedes gear with curly Brown hair.

"Ah there you are" Ollie smiled wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "Kimi this is my friend, y/n I've told you about her" Ollie smiled looking over at Kimi.

He stood there almost speechless for a moment before shaking his you could only assume to organize his thoughts, he then turned partially to ollie talking in a hushed tone that you could still hear "Ollie, non mi avevi detto che era bellissima, (Ollie you didn't tell me she was beautiful)"

Ollie chuckled, he picked up on a bit of Italian he wasn't to keen on speaking but he knew what was being said, "dude chill she's like a sister"

"Lo so, lo so, ma sono solo...(I know I know but I'm just...)" he trailed off as he looked up at you, you wouldn't describe it as staring more like enamored

"..incantato? (..enchanted?)" You asked as you watched kimi's face heat up he became so red in just a few seconds

"Io uhhh- umm scusa- cioè dovrei scusarmi- Uhh non voglio sembrare inquietante- (I uhhh- umm sorry- I mean i should apologize- Uhh I don't want to come off as creepy-)" Kimi stumbled over word after word trying to apologize to you.

You just smiled "non preoccuparti, penso che sia stato carino, proprio come te (don't worry I think it was cute, just like you)"

Smooth real smooth.

His face became somehow every more red. Ollie spoke up "I feel like I'm interrupting something..." he said looking between you two

"No don't worry Ollie not interrupting anything" you smiled "right Kimi?" You asked the Italian who is still trying to gather his thoughts

"Oh sí, non interrompo nulla...(oh yeah, not interrupting anything...)" kimi said

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You were just sitting in a semi secluded area in the paddock. Ollie had disappeared long ago probably chatting with kimi. Or that's what you thought before the Italian appeared in front of you.

"Hey um Maverick" he said shyly avoiding eye contact at seemingly all costs.

"What's up kimi?" You asked

"I just wanted to apologize for earlier, I didn't know you knew Italian and that's not an excuse I just shouldn't have said that and-" kimi started rambling

"Kimi" you said snapping him out of his own thoughts

He finally looked at you "yeah..?" He asked

"Have a seat" you said motioning to the seat across from you. He obliged sitting down quietly.

"I wanna say again-" kimi started again

"Kimi" you cut him off "it's fine" you smiled "I never said I was uncomfortable with it in fact I said that it was cute" his face started to heat up again

"I uhh umm" he cleared his throat embarrassed and blushing

"So wanna go for a date?" You asked nonchalantly

Kimi nearly falls out of his chair "I uh what!?" He asked

"Oh sorry did I read the room wrong-" you started

"No no, no!" He said quickly trying to recompose himself "I meant, yes i would love to go on a date with you" he smiled

"Great give me your phone" you said, he quickly handed it over you punched in your number creating the contact and handing it back to him.

"Okay there you are" you smiled as you got up "well it was great meeting you kimi but I do have to go give me a call or text me so we can schedule our date" you smiled before leaving.

Kimi was kinda stunned, frozen he didn't know what to do or say. Before he heard a familiar voice behind him:

"Oh she's gonna eat you alive" Ollie teased

Kimi almost jumped out of his skin "FUC- wha- how long have you been standing there?!" He asked

"Long enough." Ollie chuckled "yeah you probably won't last the date with her" he joked making kimi huff in annoyance, Ollie just smiled before resting a hand on kimis shoulder leaning to his ear "but if you hurt her I will not hesitate to shunt you into the wall next race."

"Noted...." kimi nodded

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A/N- So I have an idea for a part 2 (I've already started writing it) but idk if I'll finish it or post it but if you want to see it lmk!! But this fic has been in the works for a while and it kinda skipped ahead of 3 other fics which one of them is for a driver I've probably have writen too much for (Logan sargeant) but are we surprised? No the answer is no. But yeah so potential part 2 coming but it'll be more funny also side note i don't like this rn I might want to redo it later or I'll read it later and be like oh this was actually good or smthing idk anyways have a good day :)

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𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕

✿𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Jungkook x Reader

✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚:  The one where everytime you get dumped you pretend that you never met the guy before to mess with their heads. To the point that if you run into them somewhere you reintroduce yourself and act like you’ve never seen each other before.

Enters fuckboy Jungkook who disappears after your night together, not knowing how much he was about to regret that choice.

✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:  Romance, Humor, Fluff, Angst, College AU

✿ 𝑨/𝑵: I’m truly sorry for this sad excuse of an update.

(Fanfic masterlist)

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°•. ✿ .•°

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 - 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲, 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

(<<< part one)

“I can’t believe you’re doing this again” Jane’s voice rang through the phone as you walked down the streets towards your desired coffee spot.

You also couldn’t believe you were doing that again. You tried your best to live your life with no regrets, but men made it very hard.

“Have you seen him since he fled the crime scene?”

“Stop calling it a crime scene” you snapped.

“Well, have you?”

Your silence was enough of an answer. No, you had not seen or heard from Jungkook since he ran away from your bedroom in the dead of night, leaving behind only the smell of cologne and, funnily enough, a single sock. When you woke up that day to an empty bed, sheets crumbled and a mattress indented on the side where he had slept, all you could muster was a tired sigh of disappointment. 

And to be completely honest, you were disappointed with yourself, not Jungkook. You expected nothing less than a quick escape of him. But you should’ve known better than to hope for anything. Despite everything, you were still an idealist at heart and you thought that maybe just this once…

You shook your head obstinately. You had learned early on that no good would come from moping around for men who would never once feel any regret for their thoughtless actions and if your pain were to be always one sided, then it was better not to feel any at all. Not to dwell on it, move on, learn from it and be better. Or be worse, sometimes, as self-improvement was not always your goal.

Sometimes, you chose to listen to the tiny revengeful angel on your shoulder - who kind of sounded like Taylor Swift - that screamed for violence and vindication.

As your failed relationships started to pile up, you did reach a point where you had to wonder if you were the problem, as it was the canonical event of all 20 something women. But observation, therapy, critical thinking and hereditary pettiness brought you to the decision that it was not, in fact, your fault. At least not all of it. 

With that in mind, you left only the smallest of time slots in your booked and busy schedule to ponder and grieve over the fickle nature of boys’ interests. You had better, more important things to do, such as mindlessly scroll through Minecraft/AITA videos and save pilates routines that you were never gonna do. 

Still, in an experience intrinsically feminine, you allowed yourself a little treat to cope with the slight burn of despondency in the back of your mind. 

And so you directed yourself to the bougie coffee house near campus, hoping to drown your sorrows with an aggressively sweet and overly caffeinated drink. 

“You should slash his tires”

“Jane, please, we have talked about this.”

“You should totally slash his fucking tires!"

"Saying it louder is not gonna make me agree with you! Jane…"

Suddenly your eyes found Jungkook's across the room filled to the brim with depressed, financially irresponsible students, making you pause and hold back the urge to curl your lips in distaste. It bothered you that even with scared eyes as big as saucers and hunched shoulders to appear smaller, Jungkook still managed to look good. 

But you knew better than to let him know how much his presence and pretty face annoyed you. Boys like Jungkook only cared about having an impact on people’s life, very rarely caring if it was good or bad. He wanted a reaction out of you and you learned better than to give those away so carelessly.

So you frowned and looked away, the words practiced on your lips as you said “Some guy is staring at me.”

Jane laughed loudly on the phone “You’re a psycho, you know that?”

“I don’t know who it is, Jane, some dude” you stole a quick glance at him, finding vengeful glee at his shocked expression.

“Send me a pic of his reaction, I’m posting it on TikTok.”

You continued playing your part, ignoring your sister’s interruptions as you usually did “Of course I’m carrying a taser, Jane, I’m not an animal…”

“I’ll give you 5 bucks to tase him.”

“You know what, this coffee is not even worth the visual harassment, God I hate men…”

You walked out of the coffee house, hand empty but with a fulfilled sick sense of accomplishment as you stepped out into the street with a shit-eating grin.

“I hope you know what you’re doing” Jane said and you could hear the smile in her voice. Out of your two sisters, Jane was never the one to tell you to not do something, preferring to let you make your own mistakes.

And boy, did you. 

You left your big, beautiful, tattooed mistake behind you, ready to move on to something less prone to disappointment, such as fictional men and your Stardew Valley husband “Dont worry” you told your sister “I don’t.”.

—

“What are you doing?” Jungkook asked, left eye twitching slightly at your unbothered expression.

After your confusing exit from the coffee shop and a good amount of jabs from his friends, Jungkook had to hunt you down across campus, finding you sitting under a tree with a book in your hands, looking way too peaceful for someone who just had humiliated him.

You looked down at your book with an arched eyebrow “Kegels, clearly. Why?”

“No, I mean…” Jungkook’s frustration was rising by the second, the vein on his neck jumping out “Why are you acting like you don’t know me?”

You frowned.

 “Do I know you?” you asked, face doubtful.

“We have classes together?”

You blinked, impassive.

“We went on a date?”

A head shake.

“We slept together!”

“Nope, can’t say it rings any bells.”

That’s it. Jungkook was actually convinced you were clinically insane. 

“How can you not remember?”

“How can I remember something that never happened?”

“But it did! You’re crazy! I chased you for weeks!”

You smiled, a trap.

“So, you're, like, in love with me?” you ask, tone condescending. 

Jungkook scoffed and you weren’t sure if it was at the idea of love or loving you. “No, of course not.”

“So in this dream scenario of yours, we had sex but we weren’t together?”

“Trust me, this” he gestured between the two of you “is no dream scenario.”

“Well, aren’t you a charmer” you crossed your arms in front you, defensive “Let me get this straight. You, allegedly, chased me for weeks, but don’t really like me. Then, we had casual, out-of-relationship sex and then what? You banged my head against the headboard so hard I completely forgot about it? Your story is full of holes, my dude.”

You had to fight back the urge to smirk, energy spiking from feeding off of Jungkook’s stupefied confusion.

Nail in the coffin, you shrugged, turning your eyes back to your book “Maybe you weren’t that memorable and my mind deleted you like a childhood trauma.”

A slight left eye spasm was all the reaction you got at first, evolving to the pursing of pouty lips and the clenching of fists.

“You are insane” he said at last after seconds of turning clogs in his barely filled mind.

“Finally you said something true.”

Jungkook was equally bewildered and furious. He didn’t know what your deal was or what you were getting out of this, but your refusal to admit you had sex pissed him off deeply considering how much time and effort he put into getting you together.

“Also, I have to ask” you continued, clearly not done with your pursuit of driving him up the wall “what was your goal with this conversation? Chasing me for weeks to then sleep with me and then come here and tell me you’re not actually interested in me, but being upset when I don’t remember something that didn’t happen… What’s the point?”

Jungkook paused. Truly, he didn’t have much of an end goal in mind, actions fueled only by a bruised ego and a childish, borderline pathological need to prove himself.

When he didn’t answer, you stood up and gathered your things, keeping your head down to hide your poorly concealed satisfaction “I’ll let you ponder on that” you said “Don’t worry about reaching out with an answer, though.”

Finally, you looked up at him, face masked with faux awkwardness. “Anyway. Nice to meet you, I guess? No, actually, not really, this was weird as shit. You seem to have some things to figure out. Get help and take care, my dude.”

And so you left, leaving behind only a cloud of your bergamot perfume and a perplexed Jungkook blinking owlishly. 

There was a sudden influx of thoughts rushing through his usually much less busy mind, the general tone of confusion ringing amongst humiliation and frustration.

When Jungkook first set his greedy eyes on you, he had an inkling that you’d be a handful and in the beginning, you truly were. You took pleasure in making everything much more difficult for him, running from his presence like the plague and approaching the whole subject of him like one would the subject of warts - reluctantly and with caution.

And if he were honest, he wasn’t too sure on why he insisted, but one would be surprised at how far Jungkook would escalate things out of spite and resentment.

It was that same sick combination of flavors that drove him insane for weeks, moving him to pester you until you gave him a chance. And he took it, lord, did he take it.

That night, he made every possible effort to please you, cloaked in his best, non-ranch stained clothes and best non-arrogant behavior.

And when morning came and he opened up his eyes before you did, tired out from the epitome of his bestest behavior, there was a moment of quiet as he watched you eyelids flutter delicately, soft arm draped lightly over his waist.

The night before had been… Fun, he thought, even before you had reached your bedroom. You were weird and used a bunch of words he didn’t know, but you also made him laugh and listened to him babbling about his interest without once looking bored, even going as far as asking questions about his farfetched MCU theories.

And despite your many (too many to count, insurmountable really) differences, you had… Chemistry, one could call it. Thick chemistry, palpable tension, pushing you towards each other despite your previous attempts to go the other way.

But no amount of chemistry could break Jungkook’s routine as inertia pushed him out of your bed, practiced steps light as feathers as he escaped your apartment with one last look to your sleeping form and somehow one less sock on his feet.

And as he left, there was an undiagnosed pounding in his heart he tried to chalk off as the result of his Dorito and monster drink based diet, but his eyes kept flashing back to where you rested even when he was miles away.

He tried to make sense of your persistent presence in the back of his mind. You were cool, he’d give you that. Hot too. But it didn’t matter how your body fit his like they were manufactured together or how your passive aggressive way of flirting (or insulting, he had a hard time telling them apart with you) never failed to steal a snort from his lips. And yeah, it was kind of nice when you called him cute everytime he didn’t understand something you said. It brought a blush to his cheeks and wild butterflies to his stomach, because… Well, no one had ever called him cute after middle school. Hot? Yes. Sexy? Once a week. Biggest dick ever? Yes, both meanings.

But not cute. And deep down, under layers of aggressively oversized shirts and muscles… Jungkook kind of liked being cute.

Jungkook shook that thought away. Despite all that, you were a point he had to make.

And he did! Point proven and undisputed, up until you looked at him like he was a silly little kid throwing a tantrum (which he kind of was) and questioned him and his sanity,

But Jungkook was obstinate and, even more, the sorest of losers. He had proven himself once and would again! He was a man on a mission, he decided, watching you walk away from him while mouthing the words “I’ll pray for you!”. And the mission was to either send you into a psychiatric hospital or get you back into his bed.

And if the butterflies in his stomach fluttered excitedly at that second prospect, he didn’t allow himself to ponder on it for a single second.

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All in | Chapter 3

pairing: Lee Felix x f!reader (mafia au)

summary: You didn't know what you were getting yourself into when you started dating Yang Jungwon, notorious mafia boss. Your life gets flipped upside down when you're found beaten and bloody by SKZ, the rival mafia group, and you're quickly integrated into their lives. What will happen when you try to leave your old life behind and start anew?

chapter summary: you escape and face the consequences of your actions

warnings: please see series masterlist for all warnings

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It’s cold outside, you think, and you wish you had brought a little more thought to your choice in outfit because the shirt you’re wearing does little to protect your skin from the harsh wind. You regret not finding something a little thicker, something with longer sleeves perhaps when you had raided the wardrobe earlier. You were searching for comfort, not practicality, and now that decision was coming to bite you in the ass. 

Your body carries you through the wooded area surrounding the house, brambles scratching at your arms and drawing blood. You thank your body for pumping out adrenaline once again, protecting you from feeling too much pain. You’re not sure if you’ve ever run this hard or this fast in your entire life, the burning in your lungs evident that maybe you should have focused a bit more on staying in shape. Your shoes were definitely not made for running and you add it to the list of things to curse yourself for later. 

The pavement under your feet is different from the mushy grass surrounding the SKZ base and you find yourself trying not to connect your feet as hard to the ground to make up for it, lest the burning in your legs slow you down. Wait… pavement? You slow, coming to a stop to allow yourself a moment to view your surroundings and catch your breath. 

You notice you're in the city, albeit a deserted part of it that you don't recognize. Looking left and right, you decide to go in the direction of the faded city lights. At every car that passes you hold your breath and try to sink into the bushes, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible just in case Chan is in one of the vehicles. 

Salvation comes to you in the form of a gas station, seemingly devoid of any life. As you near close, you let out a sigh of relief when you see the blinking ‘open’ sign. One person mans the register, a man in his mid-30s that doesn’t seem to pay you any mind. He smells like cigarettes and whiskey but even so you can’t find it in you to be displeased. 

“Excuse me, sir,” you say, saccharine sweet. “Do you have a phone I could borrow?” The first thing you would like to do is give your sister a phone call, to let her know you’re on the way.

“You have to buy something first,” he replies instantly, not even bothering to look up from his newspaper. 

You freeze. “But… I don't have any money.” It's the truth. God knows where your phone and wallet are; you haven’t had either since you started dating Jungwon and became dependent on him for everything. 

“That's not my problem,” he says. You take a deep breath to ground yourself, inhaling the aroma of hot dogs and nacho cheese. A slushie machine whirls behind you, reds and blues that could be impossibly easy to get lost in. 

“Listen sir, I've had a rough couple of days, and I don't know where I am, and I would really appreciate it if–” 

“No, you listen, brat,” he spits the word out, finally slamming his paper down and shooting you a nasty glare. “I don't give a damn who you are, either buy something or get the Hell out of my store before I call the cops.” 

You feel inclined to listen and book it out of here but you realistically don’t have many other options. You ignore the tears threatening to spill from your lash line. If he won’t let you use the phone, the least you could do is try to figure out where you are. 

“Um… okay, how far is Second Street from here?” 

“Least three miles.” 

“Three miles? Okay. What about downtown?” 

“Still at least an hour walk.” 

“Shit, okay. Have a nice night, sir,” you say, but you don’t mean it and he doesn't deserve it. You walk out of the store nonetheless, walking on the abandoned sidewalk in the direction of the city. Your body aches and you’re not sure how far you’ve walked when you hear voices in front of you. 

There’s three men. One of them sways back and forth as he walks, obviously inebriated. Fuck. You keep your eyes glued to the sidewalk and your pace quickens, hoping that a lack of engagement will increase your luck. Maybe, just maybe for once in your life you’ll get a free pass here. Of course that doesn’t happen. 

“Hey, pretty thang. What's a girl like you doing all by yourself this late at night?” The man nudges his friend, the noticeably drunker one. 

“I don't want any trouble,” you mumble, pushing forward. 

A large unwelcoming hand reaches out to grab your wrist and you shout out in pain. Broken. Despite the ice and bandage wrapped around your appendage, your wrist is still broken. 

“What wash that? I think she said she wantshta show ush a good time!” He slurs, and anxiety settles in the pit of your stomach. You’re starting to get really tired of the feeling. 

“Let me go, please!” Your other hand gripped the offender’s, placing it over his tight grasp. 

You're shoved to the ground, knees scraping against the sidewalk. Your breath is caught in your throat, and the scene is all too familiar. 

“Come on bunny, don't you want to play?” A hand grips around your throat, and you feel like prey. How they managed to find the parts of you that were weak and vulnerable, you had no clue. Men like this just had a knack for being awful like that. A hand snakes in your hair and grabs tight, and you’re reminded of just days ago being in this exact situation. 

“Look, she’s crying!” one of them coos. You let out a loud sob and think, God, I’m going to die here. How you always have a knack for making wrong decisions, you’ll never know. 

“Let her go.” Your eyes shoot open when you hear a familiar deep voice. Instead of being filled with fear at finally being caught, you can’t help but to feel relieved. 

“Felix!” you cry out. You try to crane your head to look at him but the man’s grip on your hair is too tight. 

“Let her go? Why? We were having a good time!” One of them laughs and you feel his grip on you tighten. You whimper in pain. “Do you wanna join in?” 

Felix doesn’t say anything, but you hear a soft, mechanical clicking sound. It’s too silent and you’re afraid that you know the reason why. Your eyes stay closed but you’re free, suddenly. As you begin to fall you brace to hit the concrete but you’re surprised when you don’t. A warm and steady arm wraps around your middle and you relax into Felix as the men scamper away. 

“He's fucking crazy, man. The bitch isn't worth it.” And like that, they are gone. You allow yourself to glance down at Felix and the gun he is holding, but you aren't intimidated anymore. He has gotten rid of the real threat. 

“Are you hurt?” He asks, not looking at you. You swallow, hating to be the target of his disappointment. The gun is put away and forgotten about and you slump out his grasp and onto the concrete. You shake your head at him, trying to indicate that you are okay, you’re not seriously hurt, but you can tell he doesn’t believe you. Instead he ushers you into a car that you hadn’t even noticed had appeared, obviously too caught up in the situation at hand. He opens the door for you and you climb in, noticing that he sits in the passenger seat, not the driver’s. You furrow your brow until you recognize Hyunjin in the driver’s seat, tapping furiously on the wheel. On your left you recognize the broad frame as Changbin, who seems to be more distressed than anyone else in the car. You hope for silence, but once again, you can never be so lucky. 

“How do you always manage to get yourself into such trouble?” Hyunjin laughs. He irritates you to no end, always so sure of himself and full of it. “First Jungwon, us, and now these thugs? Do you have a knack for finding trouble or does trouble find you?” You notice Felix tense, and you decide staying in silence is probably better to not irritate the men further. You look out the window instead as the car speeds off. 

Hyunjin continues, “Normally Chan would want us to blindfold you if we were taking you back to our place, but he told us not to bother this time. He seems incessant that there’s no reason to.” Does he ever shut up? “Expect for him to be pissed. He knew you were going to leave, though.” 

Now that was enough to break your silence. 

“He knew?” you ask, incredulous. 

“Of course. It was a test, after all. To see where your loyalties lie, if he threatens you and tells you not to escape, you’re much more likely to leave right after because you think you can get away with it.” Shit. Now you feel dumb. But instead of letting on, you scoff and turn your head back to the window, finding the view much more interesting. You’re shivering still from the cold despite the heat pumping through the air vents. Felix wordlessly takes off his coat and hands it to you, and while you want to be proud and reject the offer you can’t help but want for this chill in your bones to go away. His jacket is warm and you can smell the trace of his cologne, floral, like jasmine yet earthy.  

You couldn’t have been in the car for more than ten minutes, and you curse yourself, realizing that you really didn’t get as far as you thought. 

Then, you approach a long driveway, adorned with a large iron gate that would intimidate anyone that made it to this part of the city, encased in grime and rust that’s indicative of its age. The car drives down the winding roads with familiarity which puts you at ease and keeps you from feeling nauseous, which you feel grateful for. When you arrive at the front of the house, you are finally given the opportunity to take a look at where you have been staying, as previous circumstances hadn’t allowed you to do so. 

The exterior of the house is a little dreary, the age of the cracked brick and marble noticeable. Even in the dark you could tell everything else is well-taken care of, well-trimmed shrubbery and flower beds surprising you. You don’t get as much time to look around as you would like, though you do notice the sheer size of the house as you follow the men up the gravel pathway. Large front doors open up and you’re guided inside. 

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You and Felix walk in silence to your room. You’re almost ashamed to meet his eye. 

“How did you know where to find me?” you finally ask. 

“I came to bring you this,” he says, gesturing to what he had been holding. A hard brace for your wrist. “When I came to your room and you weren’t there, I panicked. You couldn’t have gotten far, but we jumped in the car right away.” 

“But… What about what Hyunjin said?” You ask. Meanwhile he starts to unwrap the bandage on your wrist, revealing the very swollen and purple affected area. You wince slightly. 

“About it being a test? I wouldn’t be surprised, you’re probably in deep shit with Chris.” He says. You notice that he uses a nickname when referring to the man but you don’t say anything. He pulls out a first aid kit and starts to sanitize the surface of your skin and it stings more than you’d like to admit. Still, he does so delicately, making sure his fingers don’t press onto your injury too harshly. “I didn’t think you would leave,” he admits. “It was really stupid, you do realize that, right? I was just… really hoping you would be smarter than that.” 

You scoff. “Stupid, got it. I’m sorry that I didn’t want to stay trapped with the mafia, but I saw my opportunity. I have a life out there I want to get back to! I can’t stay here for the rest of my life.” 

“That may be true, but you won’t have a life to get back to if you’re killed the moment you leave,” he points out. “I’m not trying to be malicious, but you have a huge target on your back. Even if it’s not Jungwon who comes for you, you’re affiliated with ENHA. People who are not as kind as we are will see you as a way to get to him and they’ll kill you in cold blood.” He delicately places the new brace onto your wrist, strapping it shut tight. You try not to think about how his touch lingers on your skin, that you can still feel where he touched you and how it makes your face heat up. Instead you try to flex your wrist to test the brace, finding that it provides enough support for you not to move it too intensely. Felix hums in approval. 

“Come with me,” he says. He takes you to the bathroom and gestures for you to sit on the toilet lid. You do, looking up at him inquisitively. You see that he has brought the first aid kit with him and he’s keen on tending to your other injuries. 

“I just don’t understand,” you say, breaking the silence. He takes an antiseptic wipe and starts to wipe away scratches on your head. “Just… Why do you care if I live or die?” 

“That’s a tough one,” he says. You can’t tell if he’s joking. “I guess you can say I don’t like Yang Jungwon. Our feud with them has lasted for several years and he’s just a nuisance. He kills people in cold blood and is remorseless. I’m sure you’ve seen it first hand just how manipulative he can be, and we really just want to make sure that he doesn’t do anything to undermine us. That being said, you’re a benefit to SKZ. I know you might not see it yet, but you might be the ticket we need to finally one-up them. If you’re dead then we’re back to an even playing field.” 

“What about the infiltration? Don’t you have plans with Lee Know?” you ask. 

“Oh, Minho? He’s a very skilled person, he excels at this kind of thing. We’ve been wanting to do something like this for a while and we finally have an opportunity to do so. I hear that they’re planning to start up an underground drug-ring, something that would put us both in the public eye more than we want. Minho is going to try to find out what he can about it and then we can proceed.” 

Felix bends down, kneeling before you. Your breath hitches before you can think about it; it’s not fitting for someone who looks so majestic to be below you, you think. 

He starts to clean the scrapes on your knees. They’re bloody and raw from your fall and you’re only now starting to feel the aftereffects from it. You’re grateful that he’s taking the time to tend to your injuries, scanning your entire body from head to toe until he’s content. “You’re too good for all of this,” he finally says. “Someone like you should have never gotten involved in our lifestyle. You have so much potential, I can just see it. How did you even get stuck in this life?” The question is so intimate that it takes you a moment to process that he asked it. 

“I didn’t know who he was when I started dating him,” you admit. “Like you said, he’s manipulative. He’s mastered the art of deception. When I met him, he was charming and sweet, you know? It feels dumb to say, but by the time he admitted to me he was part of the mafia, I was head over heels in love with him. By the time I realized that the Jungwon I knew was just a facade it was too late, he caused me to completely rely on him for everything. I lost everything, Felix.” He nods in understanding, looking up at you before he stiffens. 

“Your neck… Did he do that, too?” he asks. There’s no judgment in his voice. You realize that the makeup you applied so diligently before must have completely rubbed off by now. You sigh. 

“Yeah. The night Chan found me, Jungwon and I got into a fight. It was my fault, but he threatened me, and it got physical, and…” 

“I don’t know what happened, but I severely doubt it could have been your fault,” he says. You decide not to divulge the details of your argumentThis is the first time you have admitted the situation out loud, and you feel very vulnerable. For some reason, you really want to tell Felix, despite the tears threatening to spill from your lashes. 

“He knocked me unconscious outside of the club, and when I woke up, I was here.” He finishes bandaging up your injuries and he stands, stretching his back and popping his joints. There’s blood on his white dress shirt. Your blood, though you don’t remember how it got there. 

“When you left tonight, where were you planning to go? You weren’t going–” 

“Not back to him, God no. Um… I have a sister, I was just trying to get in touch.” He seems content with your answer. You wonder if he’s just going to relay all of that information back to Chan. You feel like a weight has been lifted off of your chest, though, so you can’t really bring yourself to care. 

“I don’t know how long you’re going to be here. But for now, this is the safest place for you. So, try not to do anything else that’s stupid.” He turns to the door to leave, but you find yourself calling out. 

“Felix?” He halts and his eyes meet yours as you call his name. “Thank you.” There’s a lot of meaning to convey with just two words, but you hope you get your point across; thank you, for saving my life, for talking with me, for treating my wounds. He seems to understand. He graces you with a small smile before leaving 

You take a minute to breathe and look at yourself in the mirror. You are definitely not the same person you were two days ago. You smile at the reflection of yourself that has been beaten and bruised, and you hardly recognize her. You open the door to retreat to your bedroom for the night, but are shocked by what you see. 

For the second time in one night, Bang Christopher Chan sits on your bed, waiting expectantly. 

“We need to talk,” he says. 

He looks pissed. His glare sends shivers straight up your spine, and it takes everything for you to not break down and cry on the spot. It makes you feel guilty for everything that happened tonight, but you have to shake that thought. You were justified, you need to stand strong. You sit on the bed next to him without him gesturing for you to do so, as it feels like what he wants. You aren’t stupid enough to disobey him again. 

You look him in the eye. 

“I’d like to think I’m a kind person,” he says. “I don’t ask much of you–”

“I’m sorry,” you interrupt. 

“Speak when spoken to. I won’t tell you again.” He clears his throat. “I don’t ask much of you. In fact, I gave you just two, simple, commands that you couldn’t be bothered to follow. Do not contact Yang Jungwon, and do not leave. What did you do?” He looks at you but you stay silent. “Answer.” 

“I left.” 

“That’s right. You must be pretty stupid, Y/N. Stupid enough to somehow end up here, and even more stupid to disobey me. I knew you were going to try to push your luck,” he says. “Explain yourself.” 

“I…” you gulp. You decide honesty is the best way to go about this. “I got scared. I know you told me not to leave and I didn’t listen, and I truly apologize but I remembered how trapped I felt when I was with Jungwon, and, well… the prospect of staying here for the rest of my life really really scared me.  I wanted to see my sister and tell her I’m alright. My phone is gone, and she probably thinks I’m dead. I envisioned a world where I  never got to see her again and make things right, and I thought this would be my only chance.” 

He sits in silence for a moment, contemplating. “This will be the last time I extend such kindness to you,” he says slowly. “From here on, I want your complete loyalty to me and the rest of SKZ.I will ensure your safety from ENHA and any potential threat. For now, that’s all you need. If you try to undermine me one more time, I will make sure you never see your sister again. Take that any way you want.” He stands. 

“Hyunjin said that this was a test,” you say cautiously. “Are you going to punish me?” 

“I thought I made myself very clear that there would be consequences to your actions,” he says. “I will go lightly on you, just this time. I’m being very nice, just so you are aware: I am not usually known by others as a kind person.” He sighs. “Pick a number between one and ten.” 

“Um… five?” you say, trying to play it safe and pick a number that’s not too high and not too low. His hands slide down to his waistband, unbuckling his belt and taking it out of the loops. 

“Lift your shirt up and turn around.” 

You do, with shaky hands, turn around and lift your shirt up so just your back is revealed to Chan. You don’t protest, worrying that that could somehow make things worse. 

You steady your breath and brace for impact. 

Thwack. 

One time, Chan’s leather belt comes down and hits the skin of your back hard. It’s obvious he has no intention of holding back and it stings; you bite down on your bottom lip to suppress your cries. 

Thwack. 

The second time, just as hard. 

Five times Chan hits you hard with your belt and you can’t hold back your tears any longer, though you do stay strong in the decision to not let him see them. After the fifth hit, you stand and pull down your shirt. 

“Rest up,” he tells you. “Tomorrow you’ll meet everyone else.” 

It’s stupid of you to think about, but you practically disregarded the fact that there are other members you have not met yet. You’re not entirely looking forward to it, though you don’t say so.  

“Does everyone know?” you ask him just as he’s about to leave. “Does everyone know that I’m associated with Jungwon?” 

“Everyone knows,” he confirms. “I trust my group implicitly. I felt no need to hide it from them, though at this point I don’t think it’s something to be ashamed of.” You nod your head at the information, lost in thought. 

Then Chan leaves and you’re finally alone. When you lie down in bed you finally take note of how your body feels after all this time. Every muscle aches and you can’t lay down on your back and once again you ignore the incessant throbbing in your skull. When you lay down in the bed to sleep, it’s on the comfiest, most luxurious mattress that you’ve ever laid on. You stare at the wall until you drift off with a dreamless yet peaceful sleep.

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[ripleylove]

Say something.

requested by @nekosounds saying: Hoi!!! Is it okay if I request some hurt comfort? Judgement Day forget about a date they were supposed to go on with Reader because they've been so caught up with work and accidentally been ignoring them lately. But then they make it up to them? Please and thank you friend!

pairing: poly!the judgment day x fem reader.

genre: hurt/comfort,angst,fluff.

summary: being ignored by your four partners for sure wasn't great,but the last thing that made your bottled emotions free was the fact that they decided to ditch the date you have been planning since many weeks,and this really made you feel furious.

A/N: twice just get it 🤷🏻‍♀️ also got a lil too personal with this one

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With WrestleMania quickly approaching,your partners started to get really busy,but that didn't justify their awful actions.

Especially,that for sure didn't excuse the fact that your text were left on delivered and your calls often got sent in the voicemail for 2 weeks.

You didn't know if they were alive or dead,where they were and how they were,because they were "busy".

The only way you got to see them with was social networks, like Instagram or Twitter,where usually Rhea posted a story or two with your partners. All while still ignoring you,of course.

All of this started a week before the start of April,with them going on the road for the big event,WrestleMania,promising to always talk to you.

Yeah,they even promised.

And you believed it. Obviously.

But the last thing that made you lose it,was when you all had a post-WrestleMania dinner at an Italian restaurant that you had been excitedly planning since the beginning of March,and your partners knew how important it was to you.

Hell,you've been waiting for that moment for 1 month,it was obvious that you wanted to make it special. Especially after the tiring weeks of preparing for the big event,and you wanted them to feel more relaxed and serene.

Wearing a flowy and classy lilac dress,and pulling off a perfect nude lip shade,you headed to the famous italian restaurant named: "Luna Rossa".

The outside of the building was dominated by nature,tall and old trees emanating a paradise-like sensation,making the atmosphere really cozy,just how you liked it.

The sound of your high heels echoed through the corridor leading to the reception, your aura radiating confidence and goddess vibes.

"Hello,welcome to Luna Rossa. How can I help you?" The kind lady with brown eyes and red lipstick behind the reception asked.

"Hi,I have a reservation under the name Y/N Y/L/N for five people." You answered,and the last smiled widely.

"Oh,yes! Wait,let me accompany you to the table." She offered,and asked another employee to take care of the reception,leading the way to the crowded dining room,that was booming with chatter and laughs.

"Thank you so much!" You gratefully thanked her,and she brightly smiled at you,going away.

It was 8:30 p.m.,and your partners were supposed to come at 8:40 pm,so you didn't really mind the wait.

You didn't know if you wanted to address or not the problem of them ignoring you during the dinner,and you opted for opening up to them once you were home,in a more private space.

As the time of the arrival of Rhea, Dominik,Finn and Damian inched closer,you were really happy.

Not seeing them for 2 weeks,or even more,took a toll on you and your life.

The loneliness of the once ever so noisy and joyous home filled with Dominik's laugh,and the fact that all of them didn't bother to utter a word to you didn't make them being away any better.

Opening again your phone,you send a text on the groupchat you all had.

You:

Hey,guys! I'm at the restaurant waiting. Where are u all?

delivered at 8:45 p.m.

The fact that they didn't come home even before the dinner was making you feel kind of defeated,but you didn't want to push them,since you knew their job always kept them busy, but you were confident this time,you knew (and hoped) that they would show up.

As the clock strikes 9:00 pm,you were starting to lose hope.

"Please,tell me you're going to come here,say something."

And said hope (as well as your already fragile heart) was crushed when you saw Dominik's instagram story.

It was a picture of him and Rhea laying in bed,the one in your shared house,Dominik's head laying on her chest,both of them smiling happily.

Okay,damn.

So that means they came back home and didn't tell you anything?

And,more worse,they just stood up on you and your date?

Taking your purse with you,you stood up from the empty table with teary eyes.

Going back to the reception, you see the girl from before again,her warm smile welcoming (or,well,bidding farewell) to you; but that smile didn't last long.

In fact,it dropped almost comically.

"Oh my goodness! Are you okay? Wait let me just-" She stopped talking while calling another guy,asking him (again) to watch over while she left for a bit.

"No,no. No need to leave work,I'm okay. Don't worry." You told her, but she didn't really look convinced.

She reluctantly left you alone,her left eyebrow raised,but not without giving you her number.

She was definitely going to be a great company.

With one last wave to Trisha,how she wanted to be called,you left the restaurant with a heavy heart.

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In the quiet of the night,the only sound you could hear is the jiggle of your keys,while opening the shared house door.

Expecting to see the usual darkness,you were surprised to see the lights on.

So they really came home. And knowing that,made you feel the rage rising in your heart.

Slamming the door shut,you walked with loud steps in the living room.

There you saw the four of them sprawled on the couch,cuddling each other.

On some other day you'd coo at the cuteness of this familiar and cozy scenario,but you couldn't bring yourself to feel these sensations in your heart.

Instead,you felt betrayed,hurt,and heartbroken but,at the same time,you felt angry,pathetic and fuming.

You stood there with tears in your eyes,and Damian was the first to turn around,facing you.

His face turned pale,and he stood up,alarming the others.

"So? Anything to say in your defense before I start talking?" You mockingly asked,watching each of them looking like thieves that got caught.

"Y/N,what did we do? Why are you so mad?" Dominik asked,and you were this close to just slap him right on his cheek.

"What did you do? What did you do? You have the courage to ask me this?" Your four partners were too stunned to speak,as you bursted out all your emotions that you bottled inside your heart.

"So,let me make a little list of what you did,my dear Dominik. First,you promised me that you wouldn't ignore me during the WrestleMania weeks, promise that obviously you didn't keep; Second,I've been left on delivered and had my calls go to voicemail for 2 and almost 3 whole weeks!" You counted on your fingers all the wrongdoings of your lovers,watching their faces lose color from the realization.

"And you wanna hear about the cherry on top?"

"My dear and lovely partners stood up on me on my most waited date,that I was cherishing and attending since a lot of time,since we rarely get to be together." You ironically talked,but you still weren't finished.

"And,last but not least,I discover that my partners came home after 3 weeks of no contact through a fucking instagram story!" You shouted,and Rhea's eyes widened.

"Is that enough for you,little Dominik? Or do you want to know more? 'Cause I've got a lot to say about this whole shit!" Dominik shook his head,while Finn decided to talk.

"Listen,Y/N-"

"Oh,you want me to listen? Listen to what? Your stupid excuses? Wait,let me guess. You wanted to say that you all have been busy,that you didn't have time and that you were thinking about too much things to fucking remember one date?" You interrupted him,and he was speechless,just like the others,and he stayed silent.

"That's what I thought." You rolled your eyes, "Tonight I'm taking the guest bedroom,I want to be alone. Got it?"

"We promise." Damian answered,and you snorted.

"This time make sure to actually keep it."

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This is one of two endings: angst ending (this one) and the comfort ending (coming soon); read any ending you want! thanks to @nekosounds,this idea was developed, and I'd like to thank her a lot!!

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[zaineviu]

❛𝘊𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦, 𝘊𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦, 𝘊𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦❜ - L.F (SKZ)

Synopsis. It's funny how a cup of coffee turns into cupid.

pairings. felix x reader.

content. sfw!, fem!reader, reader is a little clumsy, felix is too cute.

wc. 1,229

a/n. Very soft for our soft hearts.

You didn't think you were involved in a problem.

Not today.

No tomorrow.

No today in the morning.

You were always involved in some problem, whether at work, at home, with your friends, family, even in everyday places like a coffee shop.

The hazel eyes of the man who looked at you as if you owed him something made you feel uncomfortable and pressured to act on something that was really your fault.

You didn't know how to fix the situation you found yourself in due to your involuntary carelessness of dropping your coffee so close to him that the poor man, to prevent it from falling to the floor, got in the way, burning one of his hands with the boiling coffee.

But once again, you really didn’t think you were in any trouble.

But you were kind, too kind for the taste of your loved ones, so you didn’t hesitate to offer him help right away.

Although technically it was your fault.

Bad way to want to help.

“Oh! I’m sorry, damn, things like this always happen to me. I’m so sorry!”

You approached without asking permission, taking a large portion of the nearby napkin holder to dry the man's hand, who only looked at you expectantly.

Making a fool of yourself only took you three seconds before the boy let out a laugh so loud that you shuddered because of how noisy it was.

“Don’t worry, it’s okay,” he confessed, taking your hand with his other hand to stop your movements.

“No, it’s not okay, did you get burned?” you asked quickly, looking at him with moist eyes without being able to avoid it, you didn’t expect your morning to move forward in this humiliating way.

You had decided to leave your house early to go get a coffee before leaving for work, since your boss had practically threatened you with overtime the day before, this being your excuse to squeeze coffee all day.

You didn't think you would bump into this man who just smiled at you while holding your hand, you couldn't notice how cute he was..

Too many freckles.

“I’m fine,” he replied. “Don’t worry, it’s just coffee.”

You couldn't accept it, that thing was hot.

You couldn't even take a sip because it was so hot.

"Could you please have my number if any burns arise? I can cover any injuries with my insurance," you pleaded once again, not letting go despite the mocking look.

Felix let out a soft laugh, that kind of laugh that seemed to fill the air with warmth, as if the coffee incident had no importance at all. “Are you sure you’re not exaggerating a little?” he asked in a serene voice, tilting his head slightly to look at you better. His eyes, dark and bright, reflected a hint of fun while his lips still held a smile.

It looked like a sun if you looked at it from afar.

“I’m not,” you insisted, without being intimidated by the charm that this stranger who smiled at you gave off, as if that was the only thing he knew how to do. “If I let you go like this and you end up with a red hand like a tomato, I won’t forgive myself.” You crossed your arms in an attempt to show firmness, although your heart, racing for no apparent reason, did you no favour.

It was a strange way of hiding your nervousness.

Would it seem ridiculous to confess that you were already in love?

Probably yes.

Felix looked at you for one more second, he seemed to evaluate your stubbornness, before letting out a sigh. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I give up,” he said with that carefree smile, taking his phone out of his pocket. “If that makes you calm, give me your number. But I promise that if my hand explodes in flames, I will write to you first.”

You couldn’t help but let out a short laugh, surprised by how lightly he said it. “You shouldn’t joke about that,” you replied as he held his phone out to you. The device felt warm in your hand, and the screen reflected your nervous face more than you were willing to admit.

You wrote your number carefully, trying not to make mistakes, although the pressure of his curious eyes on you did not make it easier. When you returned his phone, you couldn’t help the little smile that escaped your lips. “If I write to you, it’s just to make sure your hand is okay,” you said, trying to hide how silly you felt.

It didn’t seem serious, his hand was red but he didn’t think there was anything further, otherwise he would be crying.

Felix put his cell phone in his pocket with a quick gesture, looking sideways at his hand as if he were examining it again. “Well, it seems that I’m whole... for now,” he commented, stretching his fingers as if he wanted to convince you that everything was fine.

The silence that followed was comfortable, surprisingly pleasant after the chaos of the last minutes. It was he who broke it, leaning a little towards you. “By the way, I’m Felix,” he said suddenly, his voice soft and genuine. “I think we’ve already skipped the formalities between so much flying coffee.”

“It’s true,” you replied, suddenly feeling aware of how ridiculous everything had been. “I’m Y/N.”

Felix approached with a smile that seemed to illuminate everything around him. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. Even if it was with a cup of coffee like cupid.” His joke made you laugh, a more genuine laugh than you had released in weeks.

Add yourself with a touch of confidence. “Next time I’ll invite... and I’ll try not to spill anything.”

Felix raised his eyebrows, feigning surprise. "Next time? Are you already planning another meeting? Well, I guess you should be more careful if I see you again, or I'll end up with a ruined shirt this time."

“It wasn’t on purpose!” You exclaimed, frowning still worried about the previous event, but Felix only laughed louder.

"I know, I know," he finally said, with a gentle gesture that made you blush softly. "Though, to be honest, it wasn't that bad. Thanks to this disaster, I met someone interesting."

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, but you manage to hide it with a smile.

You looked over your shoulder at the wall clock, mentally cursing the time.

Your boss was going to kill you if you didn’t arrive in twenty minutes.

“I should go, my boss will get very angry with me if I don’t arrive on time, and I already have many delays behind me,” you blurted out, as if only at that moment you remembered the reality.

You ignored the fact that you didn’t have your cup of coffee in your hand.

You’d have to come back later for a new one.

Felix looked at you with a funny expression, as if he was amused by your urgency. “I don’t want to be the cause of your dismissal, so run before it’s too late,” he joked, but his eyes were still fixed on yours.

They were too beautiful to ignore.

“See you, Y/N,” he said with a farewell gesture that, for some reason, you felt would not be the last.

You nodded quickly, trying to recompose your posture.

“See you later, Felix.”

He gave you one last look, as warm as his whole being, and began to move away slowly just like you.

Without wasting any more time, you turned around and began to walk hastily towards the exit, feeling your heartbeat even stronger than they should be.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

Even though you didn't have coffee, you got something more unexpected: a conversation, a smile... and a name that, unintentionally, was already starting to repeat itself in your mind.

Felix.

[jaylver]

BACK TO DECEMBER — P.JS

synopsis: finding closure by meeting your ex somehow only brought you back to the night in december where you broke his heart. it was then you realised how much you wished to go back and fix everything, but you can’t. 

pairings: non-idol!jay x afab!reader

genre: angst, exes (to friends?), pining, slight rekindling

warning(s): none

wc: 1.3k

a/n: happy december! it's going to be a depressive december where i write angsty christmas related stuff AHAHA. hope you'd enjoy this one! apologies in advance for any mistakes since i wrote this in one shot lawl. as always, please leave a feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated! muah xx

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December. 

The blinding white snow and festive season all around that should’ve given you comfort only haunted you. The cold air didn’t compare to the feeling of how your heart felt as you stood outside the cafe. A scarf wrapped around your neck wasn’t enough to stop you from shaking a little, not knowing if it was the nerves or the cold.

The sound of the bell clinking signalled your appearance in the cafe. Warmth spread through you at once, the cheery atmosphere inside was the contrary to the chilliness outside, and it somehow made you feel a little more relieved. However, not completely relieved when you stepped closer to the table where he sat., eventually standing in front of him, watching him slowly looking up from his phone.

“Jong Seong,”

Your past lover stared back at you, the look on his face was indescribable. He seemed as if he had seen a ghost, most likely the ghost of his past. He was still the same, almost unchanging excluding the slight difference in hairstyle. It was the same as seeing him on your last night together. 

“Y/N, hey,” he visibly swallowed, the grip on his phone also tightening. 

You sat on the chair opposite him, noticing a cup of coffee already ordered and placed in front of you. Jay might’ve realised the look of confusion on your face, offering an explanation. “I ordered a latte for you. It’s your go-to order anyway,”

“Oh,” You paused. He remembered your order. After those times, he still kept them in mind. How could he? “Thank you, I’ll pay you—”

“It’s on me, don’t worry,” The same words he would say every time he bought you coffee, the exact actions where he waved his hands and shook his head. They were all identical.

“Alright. Thank you, again,” you managed a small smile, suddenly wishing you hadn’t asked him to meet you in the first place. “I’m so glad you made time to see me,”

“It’s no problem. I’m back to visit my family anyway, I’ll be free,” the fact that he had moved away and gotten another job in a different city right after your break up would always pinch your heart. He had never said anything about leaving, so why did he? Was it because of you?

You nodded briefly, excusing the nightmarish thoughts from your mind. “So, how’s life? Tell me,”

“I’ve been good, busier than ever,”

“Finally settled in?”

“Quite. Not all there yet,” he winced a little, shrugging his shoulders. “You?”

“Not much. Everything’s almost like before,”

‘Before’ was enough for Jay to get the hint. Just the word alone was able to speak more than it should have, causing a sense of solemn settling in the cold evening air. 

You cleared your throat, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “How’s your family? I haven't seen them in a while,”

“They’re great! Mum and dad are both healthy, they’re the same as ever,”

There it was. The same hint of the past.

The conversation soon rolled into a certain dullness, awkwardness present and apparent. Small talks about work and the weather, you could tell his guard was up, and you knew why. It was because the last time he saw you was still burned in the back of your mind, the time when everything came crashing down.

Once the coffee was drained from your cup, you knew it was most likely time to part ways. You’ve said what you said, you saw his face, unknowingly getting closure in the process. But was it longing that pulled at your heartstrings when you locked eyes with him? His saccharine eyes brought back memories and comfort, the feeling close to home. 

The snow was falling outside when you and him exited the cafe. It was time to part ways, once again. You had your hand wrapped around yourself, and Jay had his hands tucked in the pockets of his coat. The sight of it reminded you of the countless winters you’ve had together, standing at the exact spot, by the entrance of the cafe where you shared your favourite hot coffees at. 

“I’m sorry,”

Confusion turned into hurt, Jay came to term about the meaning behind your sudden burst of an apology. It seemed that he hadn’t let go of it either. There you were, swallowing your pride, facing the man you loved.

“I’m sorry for that night,” the night where you left his roses to wilt and eventually did the same to him as well. 

It was a mistake to have treated him like that, but how could you blame yourself? You were selfish, you had to be, you had to do all it takes to achieve your dreams and breaking the heart of the man you loved was what it took. 

You hated December. If you had the chance, you would go back to the time somewhere in December a few years back to rewrite your mistakes, because it turns out freedom was nothing but missing him. Stupid you were, wishing you’d realised what you had when he was yours. 

Jay heaved a sigh, the air condensing into a mist. “Thank you. I’m sorry too.”

That’s when you knew if you could, you’d go back to December all the time, turn it around and make it alright.

You were haunted, plagued by him. 

Agreeing to an early Christmas party invite shouldn’t have been a regret until you saw his face appearing there, realising that you two shared mutual friends too. In the end, you’d always be connected some way or another, it was inevitable considering having history together.

You wished you were lying when you said you haven’t been sleeping well ever since seeing him that day in the cafe. Staying up and playing back the moment of yourself leaving, the piercing feeling of regret keeping you awake. 

You recalled the start of the year when his birthday rolled around and you cursed yourself for remembering, just like how you remembered everything else about him. His birthday passed, and you didn’t call. For the first time, you weren’t the first to wish him ‘happy birthday’.

It was then you thought about summer, all the beautiful times. You could picture everything perfectly, every second spent together and the littlest details of them all. One that stuck out most was you watching him laughing from the passenger side, the same time where you realised you had fallen in love completely and undeniably. 

That was until the cold came and the dark days when fear crept into your mind. He had given you all his love, but all you did was give him a ‘goodbye’.

Now, as you stared at him from afar, not missing the sparks shining in his irises and the curves of his lips, you finally grasped the unceremonious fact that you missed him, utterly and shamefully so. 

You missed his tan skin, his sweet smile, the way he has always been so good and so right to you. It all brought you back to that September night, when he held you in his arms, letting you cry into his shirt. It was the first time he ever saw you cry, and you allowed yourself to be fully transparent with him.

It was wishful thinking, probably mindless dreaming, having him in your thoughts and missing him, but you let yourself feel after a long time. You’d go back in time to change it, yet, alas you couldn’t.

You swore, if you and him loved again, you’d love him right. But now, if the key to his heart had changed, you’d understand.

His gaze travelled over to you, unintentionally locking with your eyes. Longing and sadness clung onto the connection between the both of you, but all you could do was nothing. 

Take me back to December.

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[chaifootsteps]

once again begging HB fandom to please, please rewatch season 1, especially murder family & loo loo land

I saw a post claiming that Stolas made the full moon deal for Blitz's benefit, because asking for compensation with the only thing Blitz has shown interest in (sex) was apparently nicer on Stolas' part than just like... asking Blitz to rent the book from him with money or something

and I'm just like what??? this kind of take can only come from a headcanon because there's nothing in the show to support it apart from Stolas' own self-delusion (which doesn't excuse him given all the evidence to the contrary he should have noticed).

After their one night stand Blitz never shows an interest in having sex with Stolas. At the point they were at in murder family Stolas had no reason to assume Blitz still wanted sex from him, there isn't much more Blitz could have done to make it clear he wasn't interested!

Blitz ghosts him after their one night stand (by Stolas' admission on the phone call in full moon, it's 'never a good time', suggesting Blitz dodges Stolas' calls constantly and Stolas never gets a hint), tries multiple times to get him off the phone/get to the point in murder family & spends basically all his lines with Stolas in Loo Loo Land shutting it down whenever Stolas tries to flirt/make a move on him (one of which results in Stolas interrupting him mid-protest to condescend to him by saying he's 'cute when he's serious', ignoring totally the thing Blitz just told him not to do)

even later in the series when Blitz is supposedly developing feelings for Stolas and (according to stol/tz logic, not mine) enjoying being forced to sleep with Stolas he still sends him text replies of one or two word answers. it doesn't help that this interest Blitz supposedly shows is never onscreen. Even the two scenes that are the best 'evidence' of why Stolas would get mixed signals are still a reach - Blitz doesn't exactly seem super enthusiastic about sleeping with Stolas in The Circus and he's disinterested and annoyed by Stolas the whole time during their "date" (Stolas' phrase, not Blitz's) in Ozzies. when it comes to being expected to sleep with Stolas at the end of the latter episode he turns it down flat and Stolas' texts show he still doesn't get what the problem is.

Stolas' level of self delusion is his own problem. Not Blitz's. If he couldn't notice that Blitz isn't smiling in a single photo on his own then there's no reason to make Blitz responsible for not screaming in Stolas' ear to get through to him because it clearly wouldn't have worked. Stolas did not want to hear it. Going by what I suspect their convo in full moon will be like, he still doesn't and probably won't take in any criticisms Blitz is allowed to make (and goodness knows the show loves to make characters criticize Stolas in the flimsiest way possible so he can easily talk around them or rebut them)

Also saw the take repeated yet again (as many others have) that Blitz "never once explicitly tells Stolas no".

Besides the fact it's blatantly wrong & just a rewrite of what actually happened in the show - he says no in Ozzie's, he repeatedly tells Stolas to knock it off and voices his discomfort several times in Loo Loo Land - it's frankly disturbing to see this repeated so often.

Like part of the entire problem is that Stolas has put Blitz in a situation where he cannot say no. That is why this is sexual extortion: Blitz needs the book to keep his business running so Stolas has forced him into treating him with kid gloves to avoid making him angry and bankrupting his company (and putting his employees and daughter out onto the street if he can't pay them) as a result.

Even if Blitz was far less vocal about telling Stolas off when he annoys him, that wouldn't make the full moon deal or Stolas' rationalization of it OK. The fact that he does say no multiple times and indicates how he doesn't want Stolas coming onto him outside of their deal (again, the panic button for Stolas in his office & the way he has to go out of his way to clarify to Stolas that he had better not try and come onto him in the theme park - only to be interrupted and demeaned - suggests Stolas' understanding of boundaries is poor and that Blitz does not nor should not feel safe around him) should indicate well enough that Blitz is not interest in sex with Stolas and would have cut him out of his life in early s1 if he'd had the choice. But he didn't and it's disturbing to see the fandom apply revisionist history to suggest that isn't the case.

And what's worse is it's obvious Vivzie agrees with them, or wants to make it seem like she does because she can't be bothered to write actual character development for Stolas to make him a love interest that wouldn't be a total horror show for Blitz to be with. Instead Stolas achieving the bare minimum of saying Blitz's name right (and being nice to him on the phone offscreen) is enough, apparently

I remember you or someone else made a compilation of Blitz saying no or pushing back on Stolas as a video. It feels like we're at a 'don't make me tap the sign' type of point where that series of clips should just be the reply to anyone still pushing this claim.

That was indeed me, and here it is. Also, thank you for this ask, because every word is 100% correct.

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

Under the mask

Kinktober day 2

Paring: fem!reader x Ghostface!amab!Nat

Warnings: SMUT, DUB!CON, Dom!Nat, Sub!Reader, implied murder, blow job, unprotected sex, riding, Daddy kink (I’m sorry), stalker behavior, clit play, slight dumbification

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional!

Masterlist- kinktober

A ghost made it was through your hometown. Hiding in the shadows to wait patiently for its next victim. The community in your city was terrified to say the least. The police was useless having no idea who the gruesome could be. The only clue which they did have that the killer must be a male. No woman could be this sadistic they thought, they suspect. Oh how wrong they were. Why the cops interviewed some innocent man Natasha made her way through the cold city. This years October was especially cold leaving anyone outside to freeze especially at this hour. However Natasha was burning in desire. Desire for you. She was watching you for a week now, her body was longing for your youth and sexuality. You were different than her other victims she didn’t want to kill you. Not yet. She wanted you to be hers. There was only one problem; your boyfriend.

You were alone tonight like so often you tried to call Peter to see if he was home but he didn’t pick up making you suspect that he was out with friends . Peter, your boyfriend, rather went out to have a drink with his friends and some chick named Gamora. To be honest you suspected him cheating on you. He’d smile at his phone all the time came home late at night smelling like cheap perfume. You didn’t leave him either, to big was your fear of ending up alone. You made your way into your apartment building up the stairs facing the door. You press the door handle down to notice that the door was unlocked. You looked at the handle confused not knowing how the door could be unlocked when you checked it twice the this morning. You tried to clam your nerves by thinking it must’ve been your boyfriend and not the killer. What would be the chances?

Once you were in your apartment you called out for Peter. No response. You felt a shivers down your spine something was off you weren’t alone here. Your instincts set in and you rushed to the door. Your hand was nearly touching the handle as you felt to arms grab you roughly. The persons bloody knife on your neck pressing the sharp steal against the soft flesh of your throat. “What I nice catch eh?” She pressed you hard against her. “It’s a shame you had to put up with such an excuse for a boyfriend but I took care of that sweetheart” Her touch felt strangely comforting better than Peters could ever have felt. “We are going to have a lot of fun tonight”

The woman with the mask found herself with you on your couch again. The white screaming mask and black clothes hiding her identity from you. You were afraid of her but also aroused at the sight of her bulge. “I’ve you are a good girl I’ll leave you unharmed bunny.” Her voice was sweet like honey pulling me in to her. “Yes of course Daddy” Your knees hit the hard ground as you watched Natasha unbuckle her belt moving her hips away from the cushion to pull down her pants and boxers freeing her thick length. She was big to say the least the biggest you had had yet. “You’re so big daddy” you said in an awe wrapping your hands around her erected penis. “I know bunny but could girls can take it” Your plump lips wrap around her deep red tip your tongue circling it making the woman with the ghost mask throw her head back groaning. You swallowed a few more inches bobbing you head up and done.

You pull away again licking up the sides of her cock spreading the saliva up her thick shaft making her crazy. You lick her balls and the woman above you was in heaven and you. You enjoyed it more than you should. “Do you like that daddy” you ask in an innocent tone your tongue on her shaft again. Nat moaned nodding how how badly you wanted to see her

face twist in pleasure maybe later you thought. You wrapped around her again put this time she had decided that you were way to confident. She place her hands on your head holding it in place as she roughly fucks up your throat making you gag and whimper. The sounds you made were running vibration down her veiny shaft as she grew even more desperate. Her groans turned into whimpers as she emptied herself into your throat. Hot cum shot down into your stomach as you swallowed everything she gave you.

Roughly she pulled you up making you sit on her lap avoiding her still hard member. “Good girl“ she whispered in your ear pulling you up and forward your entrance right above her tip. Slowly she pulled you down making you cry at the feeling of the stretch. You pushed your face into her neck as she filled you up to the brim. She moved your hips back and forth making you cry as you rode her your legs shivering. You clenched down hard as your arousal dripped down your thighs. You babbled some unrecognizable words at he feeling for her finding your sweet spot “Fuck you little slut too cock dump to talk” her hands found your clit. She pulled the hood back rubbing tight circles. “Do you like your clit getting played with” she groaned into your ear. “Fuck I’m gonna-” Natasha interrupted you “cum cum with me” you clenched down hard as you both had your releases her painting your velvet walls white. You collapsed on top of her.

“Ready for round two?”

:)

I do not own these characters all rights go to Marvel

[cmyk-anaglyph-honeycomb]

Helluva Boss S2E9 blind blogging

[did the minimum about of editing and half of it was done while I was at work, so please excuse any grammar mistakes.]

(Mostly relating to the last episode)

Again, Stolas refuses to just talk. He was walking away and teleported Blitzo out of the building but now, after ignoring texts, he gets pissy cuz Blitzo wants to talk. 100% of this is because Stolas doesn't want a conversation. Blitzo misunderstands his intentions and jumps to conclusions, but when at least 3 opportunities to talk are given, Stolas shuts down.

Also where was this desire for a real relationship months ago after Blitzo admitted that he didn’t see their relationship as anything other than Stolas wanting to sleep with him. THAT is when they should've had an honest talk not mouths of avoiding each other.

(Okay now this ep)

God they made Blitzo so obnoxious to prove a point.

Veronika is a famous popstar, wtf does she care enough to throw an anti-Blitzo party? They have barely interacted in the show, never once in this season, why is she suddenly so pissed at him? How does she know Stolas is an ex, that happened recently.

If Stolas is that ‘done’ with Blitzo why doesn’t he just teleport him off the property again?

"Im UnCoMfOrTaBlE wITh HoW yOuRe SpEaCkInG tO mE nOw" fuck off. You had no problem going on a rant about all the dirty shit you wanted to do to him while he was being fucking gun down but now that shits uncomfortable. 

Stolas said whatever he wanted to Blitzo whenever he wanted and the second he doesn't feel like it, talking like that is breaking a huge boundary. Jump off a bridge.

Where did he get the impression that Blitzo and Striker were friends? Besides the games he never saw them around each other. Gives of the ‘these kids are near each other so they must be best friends’ energy. Like, no, they just met.

"You knew someone was trying to assassinate me?" 🥺 Yeah your wife was screaming about it two feet from your face. If it wasn’t important then, it isn’t important now.

I'll give Stolas the Striker thing and immediately take it away cuz it wasn’t like Stolas sounded afraid or even concerned during the phone call. How tf was Blitzo supposed to know royals could get hurt? Striker only had one angel weapon as far as IMP knew.

"Why would I allow everyone to see how much I like you? How I’ve tried to try so fucking hard to show I like you, to support you."

Fucking when? Where? Name literally one time. That shit at the harvest moon festival doesn't count because if Stolas actually cared he would've paid attention to how uncomfortable Blitzo was with him shouting pet names directly into the microphone. He’d know that him and Striker aren’t friends. Blitzo using the book was an arrangement for sex that Stolas offered. That is not support.

The one and only time their relationship was called out by others Stolas hid his face. Anything after has been in private and not where anyone, not even Blitzo was a witness. Ozzie is the only other person Stolas has openly confessed his feelings for. And he's with his own imp, so of course he isn't going to make a big deal about it.

“That was still the gayest thing I’ve heard all day!” Ignoring the actual line, why is he going feral? Wtf is this scene for? It's so out of place for what’s going on. This is something Loona would do.

“I don’t own you dick.” He’s right tho. Stolas tried to change the relationship without giving Blitzo a heads up or even communicating properly and then got butthurt when he didn’t get the answer he wanted and that was before Blitzo went off on him. And that’s after months of avoiding each other. This talk about changing their arrangement should’ve happen after Ozzie’s. Or at least hinted in Seeing Stars.

Why is the murder family wife getting an apology like she didn't try to kill IMP too ?Why does Blitzo know where she lives. DHORKS shouldn’t get apologies either, kinda ruins the point of Blitzo doing this ‘my name is Earl joke’ if he's apologizing to these people he had the right to hurt. I wonder if Moxxie got an apology.

The party has no music, making it the funniest scene in the series.

I knew they were going to make Veronika the bad one but good lord what is this. Are she and Stella drinking the same crazy juice? That made her Lute levels of crazy. 

You're telling me that ALL these people are Blitzo's exes? That insufferable ass? Is he supposed to drop dead gorgeous and the crew didn't tell us?? cuz no way this annoying man can pull that many people.

How did Blitzo get that far into the party and no one, all of which are there because of how much they hate him, didn't notice? Did he sleep with that many people or just date them? Why are any of these people wasting their time like this? Blitzo isn't important, he doesn't do anything. He is another asshole in hell, a place filled with assholes. Wtf is Blitzo's shitty behavior so out of place?

Oh look another situation where Stolas being in a relationship with an imp is not given any levels of importance or notice. 

So Tex is just mouthing the words right, cuz no way his voice is just blending in like that. Why is he here? 

Did they recast Stolas's singing actor? This song is bland. The singing is okay, but the music might as well not be there.

He's whining about still wanting Blitzo but refuses to speak with him or attempting to get him to have a serious conversation. He has no idea what Blitzo wants and has never asked once.

Stolas is drunk now? He only had a few drinks. In the circus he downed an entire bottle and was fine. Now a few drinks of spiked punch and he's wasted?

They throw this party every year!? You are shitting me. Why? He has signs posted everywhere. His crew is three other people, just kill him if he's that big of a problem. 

The creators cannot convince me that all these people care more about Blitzo than the oppressive society they live in, a member of which Stolas is.

Stolas's drunk rant kinda reveals that he wants to be loved and less that he wants to be in a loving relationship with Blitzo specifically. Interesting.

Seconds later Stolas is flustered by some random guy just asking to dance. Interesting.

How does Verosika know about the apology tour? He walked out on her when she said I love you, okay that's bad, but after spending so much of the episode making her look like a crazy ex, it gives off the impression that he dodged a bullet. At the very least Blitzo is actually in the wrong and it isn't some misunderstanding like with Fizz.

Glad they addressed that Blitzo being bad at relationships is a weird thing to focus on but it isn't explained. Unless he is extremely abusive, many people should not care about him / still be angry. These people live in an environment where they can be murdered at any time and almost no one would care / do anything to help. Compared to all that, a shitty boyfriend is kinda nothing.

I’m glad Verosika wasn’t completely shat on during this episode, especially in the last bit. We probably won’t be seeing her again but at least she got to leave with grace. 

I like the ending song.

Final thoughts. This episode worked overtime to make Blitzo the bad guy. It pulled maybe 100 people out of nowhere to justify Stolas’s anger and for what? The way he was so quick to hook up with another guy, shows he doesn’t care about Blitzo, he cares about the idea of a good relationship. That’s fine on its own, but the first part of this episode and the end of the last was about Stolas making his shattered pipe dream Blitzo’s problem.

Out of all the episodes that do not have a B plot why is it this one?

[ellebakers]

☆ Let me be your man (+18)

Chad meeks martin x reader

Summary : friends with benefits but with jealousy.

Warnings : language, mention of sex, mention of blood and death, angst but happy ending.

A year ago, your life was hell. Indeed, ghostface came back to terrorize the town, he assaulted your friend Tara, then he killed your boyfriend Wes, he stabbed you and watched you bleed to death on the cold garage floor of your best friend Amber. And in the end, the person who made you suffer was none other than your best friend.

After this traumatic events, everything happened very quickly. The hospital stay, the statement to the police. The journalists who were waiting for you in front of your house to speak to you, the funeral and finally the nightmares.

Every night you had the same nightmare. The garage, Ghostface, the knife, the pain, the blood, and it started all over again, like this guy was fucking Freddy Krueger.

The only thing that gave you any security was your friends, Sam, Tara, Mindy and Chad.

Especially Chad. One night while you were sleeping at his house, you told him about your nightmares and he told you about his. It felt good to talk to someone who understood you.

It was after this discussion that you found yourself riding him while he held your hips and whispered sweet promises to you.

After having sex three times that night, you fell asleep with each other, and for the first time in months, you had no nightmares. And you assumed that he hadn't had any either since the next evening he was texting you to reiterate your antics.

What was supposed to be a one-night stand turned into a ritual.

And this ritual continued even after moving to New York.

The only small problem was that you were starting to fall in love, but he didn't seem to want it.

———☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ♡ ☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ———

"Come on Y/n, please come with me, we're going to have a lot of fun." Tara begs you

You took one last look at your last conversation with Chad, and your anger was rising so you groaned and threw your phone on the bed.

"OK why not."

Tara was jumping with joy, then she went to your closet and pulled out a very short red dress with a slit on the thigh and a neckline

"Here, put this on. We're going to a fraternity, there will be lots of hot guys."

At first you weren't sure, but it was better to go out with your friend than to stay here waiting for an answer from chad who would never come and hear Quinn having sex with a complete stranger.

So you got up and took the dress then left to put it on.

———☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ♡ ☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ———

No sooner had you arrived at the party than you were already regretting it, the living room was full of drunk people jostling each other, and the music was breaking your ears. You hated that. In your defense, the last party you went to, you ended up on the floor bleeding to death.

"Y/n ? I didn't think you would come." You turn and see Mindy, beer in hand and looking a bit embarrassed, like she's afraid you'll see something.

You frowned and opened your mouth to answer but Tara cut you off. "I convinced her." She said, looking proud of herself, "well, excuse me, but I'll get myself a drink." Then she left.

There was a bit of an awkward silence between you and Mindy, your friend couldn't even look you in the eye. You took the bottle from her hands and drank a sip, once swallowed you said to her "go ahead and spit it out." She growled but obeyed "Well, Anika didn't want me to tell you about it, but you are one of my closest friends and I love you very much so I have to tell you." She paused and took a deep breath before continuing, "Chad is here with another girl."

That's it, you had just been stabbed again, but it hurt even more. You took a sip of the beer and shrugged. "We're just friends, he does what he wants."

Mindy rolled her eyes "Y/n please don't bullshit me. Maybe it works with others, but with me. I know there's something between you, not only do I I've already heard you fucking but in addition, the way you look at each other, it's eye-popping."

"Yeah well it looks like your brother doesn't see it that way."

She chuckled, "My brother is a jerk."

You smiled sadly at her "I'll get another beer."

She nodded and watched you go to the kitchen.

Like the living room, the kitchen was full of drunk people, some were throwing up, some were kissing and some were sleeping on the tables, you managed to sneak up to the fridge, that's when you heard it, a bitch voice, "Chad, you're so funny." You turned your gaze in the direction of the voice, and there he was, sitting with a blonde on his lap.

You wanted to go there and yell at him, but there's no point in making a scene. You had argued in the morning about what you were, because you were tired of getting the wrong ideas. He didn't want to admit you were a couple but he couldn't stand it when you talked to other guys. But seeing this blonde, her arms wrapped around his neck, it was very clear that he only saw you as a hookup.

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath and turned to get out of here as quickly as possible, but as you left you bumped into a boy who dropped his bottle of beer on the floor, the sound of the glass breaking caught everyone's attention, including Chad.

"Damn, I'm really sorry." You tell him as you bend down to pick up the pieces of glass.

The boy chuckled lightly, "Never mind, that beer wasn't good anyway."

His comment made you laugh slightly, you raised your head to look at him and you recognized your classmate in film history. Jack.

"Oh it's you! It reassures me, I know you won't sue me." He shook his head with a smile and leaned over to help you pick it up.

"Be careful, don't plant a glass in your hands. It would be a shame, you couldn't write the lessons afterwards."

You replied with a sarcastic laugh "Very funny."

Once the pieces were carefully picked up and the floor cleaned with a sponge, you leaned on the counter with Jack and you started talking.

"So," he began, "I heard that Mr. Cameron and Mrs. Winston were caught red-handed playing Fifty Shades in the bookstore."

You gasped "No fucking way, you’re kidding ?!"

He crossed his arms over his chest, laughing "Nah I promise you, it even seems that he had tied Mrs. Winston with the chains and everything."

You closed your eyes and wrinkled your nose "I have the image in my head." He laughed and walked over to pour himself a drink. As you continued to chat, you felt eyes burn the back of your head, you didn't have to turn around to know who it was. It was Chad.

Jack had noticed it too, he leaned over and whispered in your ear "It seems your boyfriend is jealous."

You shook your head, "He's not my boyfriend."

He raised his eyebrows "You should tell him then."

You frowned slightly and whispered "The thing is that I love him, but obviously it's not reciprocal."

Jack faced you, he grabbed your face with his hands and said softly "I'll make him react if it's okay with you."

You nodded and Jack slowly brought his face to yours while looking Chad in the eye. Before his lips even touched your cheek, a chair noise was heard and someone stuck behind you.

Your classmate pushed over and winked at you, "Oh Y/n you saw, it's Chad."

You turned around and came face to face with a more than pissed off Chad, he was clenching his jaw while looking at Jack.

Then he turned his eyes to you "Can we talk?"

You frowned looking for the blonde "I don't know, I think your friend who was on your lap must be waiting for you and I wouldn't want her to wait for you then-"

Chad gave you a look that meant You're serious there..

He cleared his throat and took your hand. "It's important."

You looked annoyed and nodded, but before following him you turned to Jack and kissed him on the cheek "Thank you for everything." He smiled at you and nodded.

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The little kiss on Jack's cheek had Chad pissed off, you could tell by the way his face was closed, but if he was pissed off then so are you and ready to talk once and for all.

Chad didn't let go and he took you to the second floor to find a room to talk.

Once the room was found, he let you in first, then he followed you and locked the door, as soon as the lock had been closed he started "What the fuck was that?"

"What the fuck was what Chad ?"

He put his hands on his hips, clearly annoyed "You know very well what I'm talking about."

"Nah, I don't see what you want to talk about. Besides, I'm surprised you're talking since all the fucking day you haven't said a single word to me."

He groaned and ran his hands over his face. "That's another discussion. I want to talk about you and that guy."

You shrugged and crossed your arms over your chest "I don't see why you want to talk about it. You and I are not a couple, we only fuck so I don't have to answer to you. And this guy has a first name, his name is Jack and you know it very well."

He wanted to say something but he couldn't.

You laughed "You see that's why I'm fed up. As soon as I talk about a couple, you shut up. You avoid talking about it and you ignore me all the fucking day, It makes me sick and when I find you you're sitting with a bitch on your knees, and you dare to give me a fit because I'm talking with a classmate."

He looked away and didn't answer.

"Do you have anything to answer?"

He remained silent.

You groaned and the tears welled up "I understood that I'm just a hookup. A girl that you fuck when you feel like it and when you're not better off. I understood very well that you don't care about me, fuck i'm not sure if i count for you as friends but the fucking problem is that i love you you see, you're the only person i feel with, well, since Wes." Chad finally looks at you at the mention of his friend "I trust very few people, you know that. And the more you and I saw each other, the more I fell in love, but I'm tired of being in pain, tired of inflicting this on myself, I deserve better then Listen to me carefully, from tonight, you and me, our arrangement is over. That way you can fuck whoever you want and I can finally move on."

He burst out and started yelling at you crying "You want me to tell you how I feel, you really fucking want to know. I've been in love with you since our first day of high school but Wes hooked up with you. so I gave up. Then I met Liv and I loved her, I suffered losing her. And you come on after all that, we sleep together and for me it was like my first time, I I wasn't just fucking with you because I was in love with you And I blame myself because I feel like I'm betraying Liv and Wes, but I also know that if I let you go or if he something happens I won't get over it You're not just a hookup for me, you're what I think about, morning, noon, evening, you drive me crazy Y/n, I'm coming not to detach myself from you. And when you talk about a couple I freak out every time and that's why I avoid you, because I'm a coward."

You started crying hearing it and Chad started crying even more. You approached him and took his face between your hands "You are a lot of things Chad, including a jerk, but you are not a coward." He laughed softly and rested his forehead against yours.

"I love you so much if you only knew." He tells you "But I'm so afraid of losing you."

"Chad it's not by loving me that you're going to lose me. It's by playing dumb like you do that you're going to lose me."

He hugged you and kissed you "No no, don't leave, please stay with me." He continued to kiss you while backing you up to the bed where he gently laid you down without detaching himself from your lips "I love you Y/n"

"I love you too, I'm not going anywhere."

"You promise me ?"

"I promis you."

He smiled against your lips and placed a last kiss before lying down next to you.

He hugged you tight and you stayed like that until the end of the night.

[kekeplsloveme]

Attention

Pairing: fem!reader x Eren

Summary: Eren can't keep his hands off of his roommate's girlfriend.

Warnings: NSFW, MINORS DNI, modern!AU, cheating, slight gaslighting from Eren, sexual content, no penetration.

A/N: I don't support cheating or any of the things I wrote about here and please please be careful and make good choices. We read and write these things for fun, doesn't mean we ever think about doing it. Part 2?

''Do you really have to go now?'' your voice was weak, a tactic used on purpose along with a quivering bottom lip. Your boyfriend looked down at you from next to the door, his jacket in hand.

''You know I do,'' Armin answered you, watching as you folded your arms overs your chest in a weak attempt at a protest. ''Baby, come on," he pleaded with you, making his way back to the same couch you were making out no longer than two minutes ago. ''I won't be long.''

You didn't change your attitude, still upset that his decision to go to the lab was more important than spending time with you after he was too busy to come over all week. ''You're always at that lab,'' you said in the same weak voice, but this time it wasn't as a tactic to get him to stay, rather as a sign of defeat.

''You know it's important for my grade,'' he tried to wrap his arms around you again, but was met with the same rejection as the first time. Armin stood up straight with a sign, walking back towards the door again. ''I'll be back as soon as I can, alright?''

You ignored him again, your eyes fixated on the TV in front of you, despite it not even being on. You knew Armin was a busy man before you started dating him. Your friend Sasha was good friends with him and you hung out with them a couple of times before starting to date, but in the last couple of weeks it was so much worse.

He always came up with weak excuses: it's important for his grade, he just needs this one last night to finish his assignment, he needs to meet up with his friends for that one last task for their group project. Always something. You knew it was dumb, but a part of you thought he was avoiding you on purpose, which was a thought you couldn't wrap your head around. He asked you out, he asked you to be his girlfriend, he even got you flowers and little gifts every time you went out on a date, so the idea that he was avoiding you was just another anxiety induced thought. Something to upset you even more, something that wasn't real - but your feelings were.

You sighed, reaching out for your phone from the wooden coffee table in front of the couch. To think you even decided to sleep over at his house in hopes of having some... Fun with your boyfriend. You knew of one way to make him feel bad for abandoning you, which was to abandon him as well. You needed him out of your hair tonight, which meant a long bubble bath and a wine night with your roommate was going to be more fun than waiting for hours in here.

Before you could walk towards his bedroom to pick up the few things you brought with you, you heard a knock at the door. You contemplated once to open it, thinking it's not your problem tonight, but when the knocking persisted, you walked towards the door. ''Eren?" You asked in a whisper to yourself and opened the door. ''I thought you had a key,'' you said to him, stepping out of the way to let him enter the apartment.

''I did, until Sasha wanted them to throw a surprise party for Armin's birthday.'' Eren answered you as he walked inside, watching you close and lock the door. ''You're here alone?''

''About to leave, actually,'' you informed him, arms crossed over your chest. He looked amused, a smile crossing his face, which you rolled your eyes at. ''What's funny?'' you snapped at him, which made him even more amused by the situation.

''Funny you say that,'' he started, placing his hand on your shoulder. ''I ran into your boyfriend walking up here and warned me you might wanna leave,'' he guided you back to the couch. You didn't fight back, you knew just how persistent Eren could be and he wasn't going to give up until you did what he wanted. ''He asked me to be very nice to you and convince you to stay.''

You rolled your eyes again. Of course he would get his annoying roommate to convince you to stay. You sat down on the couch, same spot you always sat in. You waited as Eren told you remain seated and not sneak out before he could come back.

You felt dumb. First you were abandoned by your boyfriend and now you had to spend you evening with his roommate. They were so different from each other, Armin was very apologetic and timid, while Eren couldn't be asked to care if he hurt your feelings with his jokes or that he was late to everything. You didn't take Eren as the type to sleep around, but you did happen to talk to some girls that did sleep with him and the things you heard... Did make you feel flustered the enxt time you saw him. This was another thing that differed him from Armin.

From your understanding, Eren wasn't shy to do anything, while Armin needed a lot of courage and reassurance to try something different. It could get frustrating at time, especially in the odd days where you needed him to take control and make you feel good without you having to remind you that he wasn't hurting you. It wasn't the worst trait to have, you liked how careful and gentle he was with you, but telling him you're not a fragile flower could get very annoying.

''Good, you didn't leave,'' Eren came back from the kitchen with two glasses of red wine and the bottle those came from. ''Thought you might need something to calm down.'' He handed you the glass, which you gladly accepted.

''Red wine messes me up the most,'' you replied to him, a certain joy that now your attention was in another place other that Armin.

''Yeah, I know, '' he replied, taking a seat next to you on the couch. ''Red wine just get you a different kind of drunk,'' he pointed out, taking a sip from his glass.

You nodded your head and took a sip as well, the alcohol making you scrunch your nose. It burned your throat, but that's how you knew it was good. Or so you thought. Truth was, you didn't know much about alcohol, but the rule of thumb was that if it burned, it was good.

The couch wasn't very big, it was quite on the smaller side, which made it easy for the two of you to be close. You were sat with your legs folded underneath you, a fluffy blanket covering your bare thigs. You were only wearing one of Armin's t-shirts and a pair of sleeping shorts, which translated to slutty shorts that didn't leave much to the imagination and clothes that could be taken off easily.

''I'm sorry he didn't wanna spend the night with you,'' Eren said after a couple of minutes of silence as you both enjoyed the wine he poured you. He poured himself another glass and did the same for you, even though your glass wasn't empty. ''For the record,'' he continued as he placed the bottle back on the coffee table and handed you the glass, ''I wouldn't have left.''

You took the glass from him, but couldn't break the eye contact he started. You couldn't tell what was making you blush more, the wine or him. You broke the eye contact when you heard your phone buzz with a notification. ''Shut up,'' you said in a whisper towards your phone, turning the screen around and faking it on the table. The text you got was from Armin, but you really didn't care what he had to say right now.

You looked back at Eren, now leaning back on the couch. You took a moment to appreciate him, not something you did often. He was wearing a black turtle neck that went up half of his neck, the same colour as his hair. You could tell it was tied up nicely a few hours ago and fell apart in the meantime, but you'd be a liar if you didn't admit to yourself that this messy look suited him, it was attractive.

''Don't even wanna answer his texts?'' Eren asked you, swirling the wine in his glass.

You shook your head, placing the now half empty glass on the coffee table. ''He always does this,'' you said, folding your arms over your chest. ''Always leaves me on my own.''

''You just want some company, don't you?'' Eren turned his head lazily to look at you. You nodded your head slowly. It stung to admit, but he was right. ''Were you expecting something out of tonight?''

You looked at him like he was crazy. Did he really not know the answer or did he just want you to say it? Either way, it felt humiliating to say it out loud. ''I guess...'' you answered him, too embarrassed to say more.

''You guess what?'' It was obvious he was playing dumb, you could tell by the way he was looking at you. He was amused by your embarrassment, but you were tipsy enough to ignore it. You were deprived of this company he was talking about, enough to have these conversations with your boyfriend's roommate.

''I guess I was expecting something,'' you replied, a frustrated wave washing over you. ''I mean can you blame me? I barely see him and when I do, he chooses the lab over me!''

''Yeah, you're upset. He just can't satisfy you,'' Eren pushed his luck, watching you expression as he waited for you to answer. You were about to agree with him before you caught yourself. Eren smiled at that, he was starting to strike some chords. ''I mean, it's okay to admit,'' he placed his glass on the table and turned his body towards yours. ''I'm not here to judge.'' It was hard to detect his condensing tone, which meant that you were right where he wanted you to be.

''No,'' you replied to him, which sounded just as forced as it was as a thought. Eren laughed at that. ''No, really,'' you insisted, not knowing if you were trying to convince him or you.

''It's okay, princess,'' he said, sliding his hand under the blanket you were under. ''I know what girls like you need,'' he slid his hand over your knee.

You looked over where his hand was under the blanket, then up at him. It was an unspoken conversation, him asking if he could and you letting him. ''What do girls like me need?'' You definitely were exactly where he needed you to be. Willing to listen to him, willing for him to touch you, willing to let him gaslight you into what he wanted you to be.

''You need someone to give you attention,'' he said, with each words moving his hand higher up your thigh. ''Is Armin not doing it enough?''

You looked at the dent underneath the blanket as his hand was rubbing the inside of your thigh. ''You know,'' you whispered at him.

''I want to hear it come out of that pretty mouth of yours. Say you want my attention, princess.''

You froze, the realisation that this was wrong sinking in. Your knees went weak with this overwhelming feeling of both regret at the thigs you were talking about to your boyfriends roommate and at the idea that you had to stop Eren, which was the last thing you wanted right now.

''This isn't cheating,'' he reassured you, not stoping his hand at all. ''I'm not gonna fuck you, if that's what you're worried about.'' You took in a deep breath, letting him talk as you listened. ''Armin asked me to convince you to stay,'' he took the blanket off of you and threw it on the ground. ''This is just me convincing you.'' Eren moved his hand to your waist, pulling you closer to him. ''We don't need to fuck to get you to relax,'' he cupped your cheek with his palm. ''We can make pass time together, have some fun. Doesn't mean you're cheating.'' He brushed your cheek with his thumb gently, moving it towards your lips, parting them. ''I can help you release some stress,'' he pushed his thumb past your lips and you welcomed it in. You wrapped your lips around it and sucked on it, moving your tongue around it. ''Yeah, see?'' he whispered to you. ''See you can be a good girl?'' You nodded your head. ''Is this cheating princess?'' You shook your head. ''See? Nothing wrong with it,'' he pulled you on his lap by your waist, placing you on top of his thigh.

''Eren, I don't know,'' you said to him, still scared of being so close and intimate to him.

''I'm not gonna touch you, princess, not unless you want me to,'' he said as his hands were rubbing your hips down to your thighs and back up. ''I am just a friend taking care of his friend,'' he reassured you. ''If we don't fuck, it can't be cheating.'' You could tell he was getting excited by what you were doing by the way he was getting more desperate. ''If it makes you feel better, we don't even have to kiss,'' he continued to convince you, gripping at your waist.

''It's not wrong?'' you almost whispered to him and Eren shook his head. You took in a deep breath. ''Okay.''

''Okay what?'' He asked you, his fingers gripping your waits, waiting for you to say the same words he's been waiting for. ''You want me to make you feel good?''

You nodded your head in approval. ''I want you to make me feel good, Eren.''

''That's my girl,'' he leaned back on the couch, slowly moving your hips back and forth of his thigh. ''Just like that, princess,'' he instructed you, helping you set a pace. ''See how good it feels? You're just riding my thigh, nothing wrong with that.''

You place your hands on his shoulder, the friction of the movement and his dirty words making you feel so much better than you thought. All the regret or fear you felt to this point just flew out the window and was replaced by cloudy thoughts, the only coherent thing in your head right now was Eren. His face, his hands, his voice. ''Eren,'' you sighed his name, stopping yourself from making any noises.

''Keep saying my name,'' he was gripping your waist hard, almost to the point where it hurt, but his desperation and self control to not go to far was just turning you on even more. ''Let me hear all of you,'' he threw his head back before he would pull you in and kiss you.

You kept following his pace on his thigh, getting more and more desperate as the minutes went by. Seeing his head back like that, his neck on display for you. You couldn't help yourself. You leaned back and placed your lips on his neck.

''No self control, huh?'' he moved one of his hands in your hair. Not to guide or pull you back, more like to hand on to it, gripping it in his fingers. It hurt you, but the pain turned into pleasure before you knew it.

You ran your fingers through his hair as well, kissing and licking his neck. The restraints were hot, you've never been this turned on before in your life. The fact that there were a limited amount of things you could do, a limited amount of things you could touch, it made this encounter between the two of you just so much more attractive. ''Eren, please,'' you whined into his ear, holing on to his shoulders like it was going to save your life.

''You're gonna kill me, princess,'' he grabbed your hips and placed you on top of his hard cock and took his hands off of you. ''Make yourself cum, baby,'' he instructed you, spreading his arms over the couch.

''Yes, sir,'' you pulled down the part of the shirt that was covering his neck, licking the spot close to his collarbone before you sucked on it.

''Fuck,'' he moaned into your ear, the feeling of you rubbing yourself on top of him and you marking him as yours for the night sent shivers down your spine. He sounded so lost in the moment, just like you were. You couldn't lie and say Armin never made you cum, but you already knew that Eren was going to make you cum so much harder without doing anything.

You moved your fingers inside your shorts, stopping yourself from grinding on him. ''I need to cum, Eren,'' you whined, you were frustrated and he knew it; he knew you needed to cum and he was the only one that could do it for you.

''Go ahead, baby,'' he wrapped his arm around your back, holding you in place. ''Rub your clit until you cum for me, yeah?'' You nodded your head, prompting him to keep talking to you. ''You're so fucking dirty, baby, getting off on your boyfriend's roommate, literally.'' He was looking into your eyes, you were afraid to look away, afraid that if you did, everything would stop. ''He can't make you feel as good as me,'' he continued, his eyes staring at your lips for a moment before looking back. ''If only he knew what a little slut he's dating.'' You threw your head back, frustration washing over you.

''I can't,'' you said to noone, almost crying from the overwhelming pleasure, but unable to get you over the edge. ''Please, Ere,'' you whines, tears forming in your eyes. ''Please, I need you,'' you bit your lips, embarrassment taking over you, but the need to get over the edge was stronger.

''I got you, princess,'' Eren didn't waste another send and pushed your hand out of your shorts. ''God, you're so wet and needy for me,'' he almost moaned when he touched you and saw just how soaked you were for him.

''Just for you, Eren,'' you repeated, which pleased him a lot. You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling so intimate and close to him. It was comforting, it felt like you were so small next to him and he was keeping you so close to his body, like he was trying to protect you. You've never felt someone touch you with so much passion before, need you so bad like he was. The thought of Armin completely left your mind and the only thing you wanted to know right now was how good Eren felt inside you. How badly you wanted him to fuck you and own you right now.

His fingers were over your clit in seconds, rubbing it in a circular motion with two fingers. ''Such a good girl,'' he was panting and holding you pressed against his chest. You felt how he pushed two of his fingers inside of you, but you were too far gone to stop him, not that you wanted to anyway. ''You're so tight baby, wanna have you wrapped around me so bad,'' he said to you in a breath. You felt his fingers curl inside of you, sending butterflies to your stomach.

''Eren, I'm so close, please,'' you were desperately pleading with his, scared that he will leave you in this spot if you didn't please him.

''Later, when Armin is gonna fuck you, '' he said to you, setting a fast pace as he was fingering you, his thumb rubbing your clit when he got the chance, ''you'll be thinking of me.'' You placed your hand on his dick, rubbing it through his trousers and felt how his muscles tightened. ''You're mine, got it?'' You nodded your head, unable to form any words, overwhelmed by the pleasure Eren was putting you through.

''Eren,'' you moaned his name loudly, your hand still rubbing his dick. You were so close, so so so close and he was so hungry for you, so desperate and so needy for you.

''Do it, baby,'' he instructed you, his fingers hitting all the spots you couldn't. ''Cum all over my fingers.''

That's all you needed to hear before Eren pushed you over that edge you struggled so much with. You felt your mind go blank and your knees go weak. Your thighs were shaking, pleasure washing all over your body in wave after wave, sending your mind into a state of euphoria. A pleasure no one was ever able to make you feel. It was addicting, something you'll crave for as long as you're alive. You'll crave him for as long as you're alive.

Once your body calmed down from the pleasure you were in, you looked up at him. The way he was looking at you now was different. He had a look of hunger, like you were the pray and he was the predator. He needed you as much as you needed him. ''Feeling better, angel?'' Eren asked you, brushing the strands of hair that fell on your face. He was gentle, a loving gesture that sent different kind of butterflies to your stomach.

''Thank you,'' you said to him with a smile. He kissed your forehead and held you close into a hug.

***

You woke up to the sound of Armin's alarm. It was an annoying cheery, foresty alarm that always made you more angry than glad to hear it. You hated it and will never get used to it. When you turned around, the bed was empty. It wasn't uncommon for Armin to be awake before you, he was more of a morning person that you'll ever be.

Before you left the room, you got dressed in the same clothes you wore the night before. As you opened the door, you could hear Armin's voice in the kitchen. There was a moment of hesitation before you walked in, knowing it was either going to be extremely awkward or a struggle to not jump on Eren.

''Good morning baby,'' Armin came to your side and gave you a hug. Eren was sat at the table, his eyes snapping on you the moment you walked through the door.

''Good morning,'' you answered him, but you and Eren were making eye contact. You didn't answer to Armin, you had no desire to talk to him.

You took a seat at the table on the chair next to Eren. Last night when Armin came home, you let him fuck you, but you were loud. Really loud. You let him believe he was just so good last night, but the truth was that you wanted Eren to hear you. He looked to be pretty pleased when you walked in, so you knew that what you did didn't upset him.

''You know, I heard you last night,'' Eren said as he was looking at his breakfast. Armin looked at him as if he was talking to him, but you knew that was directed to you.

''That must have been so awkward,'' Armin answered. You could see how embarrassed he was from Eren's remark. Eren was amused by Armin's shyness, he always enjoyed embarrassing his friend.

''Was it that good?'' Eren looked at you as you were laughing silently.

''Stop, it's not a big deal, okay?'' Armin answered him.

You didn't know what you were gonna do about this situation, but there was no going back now.

[newtthetranswriter]

Finding the truth

Paring: Yuji Itadori x gn! Reader

Summary: Being Yuji’s best friend before he goes to Jujutsu tech and him hiding the truth from you leads to a miny argument and sharing feelings.

Warnings: Yuji is kinda mean and stupid, Sukana trying to bite reader.

Word count: 3768

A/n:Just some angst to comfort I wrote for Yuji. enjoy and remember in everything I write all characters are aged up to college age. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

I have been friends with Yuji for a while, but I haven’t seen him in five months. You see, Yuji transferred to a school in Tokyo shortly after his grandfather passed away. I completely understand it, getting away from a place that was once full of happy memories can really help with the grieving process. The only thing is he’s been going there for half a year and I have yet to meet any of his friends, I haven’t even visited him at school. We talk over text and call all the time, but everytime I suggest I come visit he changes the subject. It feels like he’s hiding something. And I know you must be thinking, “oh you just like him” but that’s not it he’s like a brother to me and having not seen him in so long hurts.

That’s why today I've decided I’m going to surprise him. I just got to Tokyo, the only problem is I have no clue where the school is or what the name is. I have no idea how to find my friend without telling him I’m here and making him come find me. I spent about an hour pondering what to do. If I don't know the name of the school, or the location, there is no way to find it. I guess the only option is to call him. I grabbed my phone and called the pink haired idiot.

“Hey Yuji, I need to ask a favor.” I said as he answered the phone.

“Sure Y/n, what’s up?” Yuji asked. I could make out the sounds of people talking on the other line before Yuji snapped at them to be quiet.

I couldn’t help but laugh at that, “ Oh, well, I kinda need you to come pick me up from the train station.”

There was a pause before he responded. “Umm, why are you at the train station? I thought you agreed that you wouldn’t come visit.” It was obvious he didn’t want me there, and it hurt a bit. He’s one of my best friends who I haven’t seen in months and he just doesn't want to see me. 

“Well, I thought I’d surprise you with a visit cause last time we talked you seemed stressed. I just wanted to hang out with my best friend and meet the friends I’ve heard so much about.” I responded feeling like this was a stupid idea, and that I’m losing my best friend. “ but if you really don’t want to see me, I’ll just go home and you won’t hear from me again.”

“Y/n, that’s not what I meant, there's just been a lot going on recently and I don’t have time right now.” He said giving the same excuse he’s given every time I offered to visit. “Please understand that, just go h-”

“ Hi, I’m Nobara Kugisaki, one of Yuji’s friends here, don’t listen to him. We will be there in twenty minutes. Can’t wait to meet you.” A girl said, having taken the phone from my friend, as i heard Yuji telling her to give him back his phone.

“Ok, see you soon I guess?” I responded as the line went dead.

P.O.V change to Yuji’s dumbass

“Why would you do that Kugisaki? They don’t know anything about Jujutsu Tech, they think I just left because my grandpa died.” Yuji said to his friend as she just smirked at him before grabbing his and Megumi’s arms and pulling them off the school grounds towards Tokyo.

“ Well, It’s shocking to know you have friends outside of school, and so I need to find out what is wrong with them. It’s hard to believe someone would willingly travel to see you.” Nobara said, rolling her eyes finally letting the boys go.

Megumi just looked at the two confused as to what was going on and why he was being dragged along. “ Why was I dragged into this? I don’t care.”

Nobara just turned her head slightly and said “Well, someone has to be able to keep this idiot in check so he doesn’t send his friend home after they made the journey here to see him. And you can do that with one of your shikigami or just hold his mouth shut.” She shrugged at the last bit before facing the path in front.

“Fushiguro, please tell Kugisaki that this is dumb, we can’t bring a non sorcerer to Jujutsu tech. It’s dangerous.” Yuji said, trying to convince his friend to agree with him.

The ten shadows user just rolled his eyes and kept walking not caring for their stupid bickering. But he could say he was intrigued that someone would want to be friends with the brainless idiot. The walk to the train station consisted of more of the same, after about half an hour they arrived.

P.O.V change back to Y/n

I had been waiting for Yuji and his friend to come get me for the train station, hoping to get some answers as to why he’s been hiding stuff from me and being rude. I really hope it wasn’t something I did. I broke out of my thoughts scanning the crowd once again for my pink haired friend. After looking for a moment I spotted the familiar two toned hair, with a brunette and a guy whose hair looks like a sea urchin. I stood up and made my way towards them.

“So Itadori, where’s this friend that you don’t want us meeting?” The brunette said, looking around.

I smiled slightly as I got closer. “That would be me, I’m Y/n Y/l/n, It’s nice to meet you.” I introduced myself glad to be meeting Yuji’s friends even if he didn’t want me here.

The girl looked at me and smiled. “I’m Nobara Kugisaki, and the one who looks like he’d rather be anywhere else is Megumi Fushiguro. It’s lovely to meet you. I’m sorry Itadori was rude over the phone, it seems he’s an idiot.” 

I just chuckled at her comment, waved at Megumi and then turned to Yuji. I could see him shy away from my cold glare knowing that I’m upset and rightfully so. “Yuji Itadori, you are an ass. I just wanted to surprise you and you act like it’s a personal attack. Is it wrong to want to see my best friend after almost half a year?” I snapped at him. 

He looked almost scared, while his friends just looked shocked that i’d call him out in public. “Why don’t we go back to Jujutsu tech and you guys can talk this out in private and not in the middle of a train station.” Megumi offered, sensing this was probably going to turn into a scene if it was handled quickly.

“Fine, lead the way but I’m not talking with him, until he apologizes and explains everything.” I motioned for someone to lead me to my friend's school.

The walk to Jujutsu tech took about thirty minutes but it felt so much longer because it was spent in silence. It seemed like Megumi and Nobara didn’t want to get into mine and Yuji’s fight, while Yuji hasn’t said anything since I spoke to him on the phone before they came to get me. It was pissing me off, he basically told me to get lost, and now won’t face the fact that he’s been a shit friend for the past almost six months.

Arriving at the school I was shocked, “This is a school, it looks more like an ancient temple.” I continued staring at the “school”. I failed to notice a tall man wearing a blindfold walking toward us.

“Hey, who’s the new kid?” I jumped as I finally noticed the white haired giant. His face was pointed in my direction so I assumed he was looking at me. I’m really confused, who is this guy and why is the school in an old temple.

Megumi stepped in front of me and addressed the man. “ Gojo, This is Y/n, they are one of Itadori’s friends from before he joined Jujutsu tech. They came here to see him as he has apparently been avoiding them since he came here." He explained who I was and why I was here. It was honestly the most I had heard him speak since I met him thirty minutes ago. It was kind of shocking as he seemed like the type to stay quiet.

“Yeah, and Itadori tried to make them go home, after they spent time and money just to come visit him. What an ass am I right?” Nobara said, nudging me in the side.

The man I now know as Gojo turned towards Yuji. “Why would you do that, it's awfully nice of them to come all this way to visit you. And Y/n welcome feel free to ask any questions you may have, Yuji will be happy to answer them and give you a tour of the school. Anyway, Kugisaki and Megumi, you're coming with me, you have a mission. Have fun you two.” He said the last bit with a smirk and dragged the other two away without giving anyone a chance to protest.

I just looked at Yuji as he stood there in shock before turning to me and finally speaking. “I’m sorry I was being a jerk. If you follow me I'll show you around." I just watched as he turned and walked away. It took me a moment to realize what was going on before following after him.

We walked in almost complete silence as he showed me around the school. He showed me the dorms and classrooms, only talking when saying what a place was. When we headed back outside, I finally said something having grown tired of the awkward silence. “So Yuji, what is really going on? That guy with a blindfold said your friends had a mission, what did he mean? And why have you been keeping this from me?” I was ready to get some answers.

“It’s a lot to explain, let’s go sit down and I’ll do my best to explain.” He answered, guiding me to an open field. We both sat down and I waited for him to start explaining everything to me. “You see, this place is called Jujutsu tech. It is one of two schools here in Japan for learning Jujutsu sorcery.  Jujutsu sorcery is what we use to exercise cursed spirits using cursed energy.” Now I’m really confused what the fuck is cursed energy, as much as I wanted to say that I kept quiet letting him continue. “Cursed energy is basically negative energy powered by negative emotions, Sorcerers learn how to harness this energy to destroy cursed spirits. Cursed spirits are made from the cursed energy that leaks out of non sorcerers because they don’t know how to control it.” He explained curses and cursed energy.

“Ok but why are you going to this school, how did you get roped into all of this?” I wondered how he got here.

He paused for a second, almost like he was debating how to tell me something. “You see, the night my grandpa died, I met Fushiguro. He told me that I had picked up a cursed object and it was crucial that I gave it to him because it was extremely dangerous. Only problem was I didn’t have it, I had given it to a classmate in the occult club. When he heard that he made me show him to the school where they were trying to open the object. By the time we got there it was overrun by cursed spirits also trying to get the object. I tried to help out but I almost got Fushiguro killed. In order to save him I had eaten the object because he had previously said it would boost the strength of a cursed spirit if it ate it, and figured it would work on me. It kind of worked but instead of just boosting my strength I became the vessel of an ancient cursed spirit known as Sukana and now I'm here at Jujutsu tech. They’re using me to find all twenty of his fingers which are cursed objects and when we find all of them, they’ll make me eat them and then kill me to get rid of Sukana for good.” He said leaving me speechless.

How was I supposed to respond to my best friend telling me he was being fed fingers just to be killed down the line? It made no sense. “They’re just going to kill you, can’t they destroy this Sukana without killing you? How is that fair, you’re helping them just to die?” I asked, upset at the idea.

“It’s okay, Y/n. I’ve accepted it. I'm going to help save as many people as possible before that happens. It’s for the best, without Sukana then he can’t come back and hurt anyone ever again.” He said, confident in his choice but still looking sad.

I was completely stunned, he was okay with this? He was fine with sacrificing himself for ‘the greater good’. How am I supposed to accept this? “So you just weren’t going to tell me? You were just going to let these people kill you and make me think you just gave up on our friendship. I can’t believe you, I thought you were better than that.” I said trying to figure out if he was going to keep this from me till the end.

He turned away avoiding eye contact. What he said next was so quiet I could barely make it out, but it still shook me to my core. “I don’t want to lose you.” I looked at him wide eyed. How could he think he would lose me?

“You would never lose me. Sure I’m upset that you didn’t tell me and were apparently going to keep it from me until you died, but you won’t lose me. Yuji you’re my best friend, when you told me to get back on the train and go home it nearly broke me. I thought I had lost you. I can’t go through that again, I can’t imagine my life without you in it. I may not be able to fight these curses or whatever but I can still be your friend.” I told him. It really did hurt that he hid this from me, I’m supposed to be his best friend and it hurt to think he didn’t trust me enough to tell me what was really going on. 

He finally turned to truly face me and I could see the worry in his eyes. “I know that Y/n, you are my best friend as well. I just don’t want something to happen to you. It’s dangerous being a Jujutsu Sorcerer, I did want someone or something to use you against me. There are bad people who use Jujutsu to hurt others and I can’t imagine what would happen if someone hurt you.” He said, voicing his worries. “ I care too much about you for you to be dragged into this life. That’s why I didn’t tell you, I thought that even if you hated me for it at least you would be safe. I can live with the thought of you hating me as long as you are safe, but if you got hurt or worse because of me I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.” I just sat silent as I watched him think for a moment, completely amazed by how much he was opening up about it. 

There was a brief pause as he thought and I took everything in, he said something I never would have expected. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I like you, as more than a best friend. And the thought of you getting hurt by a curse or a curse user scares me so much. It’s fine if you don’t feel the same, but you asked me why and I just had to tell you. If you decide that this is all too much and want to leave that’s fine. You said I would never lose you but I wouldn’t blame you if all this changed your mind.” I froze, he just said he liked me like me, and kept all this from me because he thought it would be easier to push me away than watch me get hurt.

It left me speechless. I sat for a second thinking of a response. Sure I like him, he’s my best friend but hearing his confession and everything he’s going through has made me realize something. I love Yuji Itadori. He is so kind and caring that he tried to push me away to save me from monsters that are invisible to most of the world. He put me at arms length to try and protect me from a secret world below my own. He was willing to sacrifice his own feelings not only to save me but to save countless lives. Yuji is truly an incredible person.

Coming to terms with my realization, I launched myself towards him, wrapping my arms around his chest and barring my head in the crook of his neck.“I like you too, Yuji. I’m not changing my mind, you can’t get rid of me that easily. Like I said I may not be able to see these curses but I’m here for you, whether as best friend, significant other, or just someone to talk to when it all gets to be too much. Just remember that okay.” I said not lifting my head from his neck. I felt him wrap his arms around me and lean his head against mine.

We sat there for a few minutes just enjoying each other's embrace. I had almost fallen asleep in his arms when I felt what felt like someone opening their mouth against the side of my head where Yuji was leaning against me. It was strange, not just because Yuji wouldn’t try to bite me, but because he hadn't turned his head and his cheek was resting in my hair. As I was about to lift my own head to see what was going on, I felt sharp teeth scraping against my scalp and pulling my hair. I yelped and launched away from Yuji looking at him confused, being completely startled to see a mouth had formed on his cheek as well as the strange mark under his eye had split open to reveal a small red eye. Yuji was also startled by me jumping and when he noticed the mouth on the side of his face he slapped his hand over it.

“What the hell Sukana? That’s not okay. Don’t bite people, especially Y/n.” He said, I assumed talking to the curse who inhabited his body.

I looked at him for a second before finding the words to express how I was feeling. “Why is there a mouth on the side of your face and why the fuck did it bite me?” I was completely confused by what just happened.

He paused for a second keeping his hand over where the mouth had formed. “That is Sukana, the curse that is currently living in me. He’s an ass and likes to just pop up randomly by forming a mouth on my face or hands. I’m sorry he bit you, if I could hit him I would.” He explained what just happened. “Are you okay though, he didn’t hurt you did he?” He asked with concern written over the part of his face not covered by his hand.

I nodded at him, about to say that I was fine before another mouth opened in the back of his hand and began speaking. “They're fine, they jumped out of the way before I could do anything. And don’t call me an ass, you brat.” The mouth said in a deep voice that gave me goosebumps. Yuji responded by slapping his other hand over the mouth and looking at me embarrassed by the second soul living in his body.

“Again I’m sorry about him, are you sure you’re okay?” he asked again.

I smiled at him. “I’m fine Yuji, he didn’t hurt me, gave me a fright more than anything. And I may not completely understand but I bet it’s difficult dealing with another mind living in you and fighting for control.” I said, trying to reassure him that everything was fine. 

He responded with a small nod. “It’s good that you’re ok. I’ll try to get him to stop being an ass. But you’re also right in the fact it’s hard to deal with him, it’s like having a fly that won’t stop buzzing near your ear.” he said with a light chuckle. I responded with the same light laugh.

“Hey Yuji, It’s getting late, we should really think about calling it a night.” I noticed that the sun had set and stars lit up the sky. He also looked to the stars for a second, also registering it was rather late.

He turned back towards me and started to stand up before saying, “You’re right, You can stay in my room tonight. It’s too late to make you take the train back home, you can also take the bed. I'm fine sleeping on the floor.” He reached his hand out and helped me stand up before we headed back to the dorms.

I was going to fight it but decided against it, he’s too nice to let me sleep on the floor and is way too awkward to even think about sharing the bed. I just accepted my fate and lied down on his bed as he placed a pillow and blanket on the floor. “Thank you for letting me stay the night. We may have talked everything out earlier but I still expect you to make it up to me somehow, after all you did hide from me for six months.” I said making eye contact with him as he sat down on the floor.

He just smiled before responding. “I already have a plan. Just get some sleep because we are spending the whole day together tomorrow and I will do anything you want.” he lied down before saying a quick “Good night” and rolling over to get some sleep.

I whispered a “Sweet dreams” in response before falling asleep thinking of what I can make him do tomorrow to make up for his stupidity.

[baronessblixen]

I'm doing the 24 Days of X-Mas Files Challenge that msrafterdark posted!

Day two: Mulder plays Santa

Summary: Mulder offers to play Santa for Bill Jr.'s son. What could possibly go wrong? (wc: 1,827)

Tagging @today-in-fic

Santa Mulder Is Coming To Town

He tries not to, but it’s difficult not to watch Scully talking on the phone. They’re at work, but she excused herself, saying she needed to take this. So far she’s bitten her bottom lip, sighed twice, and rubbed her eyes. Whoever is on the phone with her, is testing her patience. He should know; usually, he’s the one causing these reactions.

A part of him is amused, but the other is worried. For once, he’s not the root of her problems. But someone – or something – is making her upset. And a few days before Christmas, too. For once, he wants her to spend a Christmas without any kind of hiccup. He’s tried to make last year special by taking her to a haunted house. That almost backfired on him. This year all he’s doing is dropping her off at her mother’s. No cases or ghosts for her. His only Christmas wish is that Scully gets to spend a few peaceful days with her family.

“Is everything all right?” he asks her once she hangs up the phone and joins him again.

“It’s just my family,” she says, taking a new set of latex gloves to put on. Mulder’s eyes are still on her, waiting for her to explain. He won’t pressure her for details, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t curious. “Well, it’s Bill.”

“Ah, my favorite Scully. What did he do this time?”

“He and Tara decided to hire someone to play Santa for my nephew Matthew this year. And the guy canceled on them last minute and now they can’t find anyone else so close to Christmas.”

“I can do it.” The words are out before he has a chance to think about it.

“Mulder, I can’t ask you to do that.”

“I’m offering,” he says. “Let me do this, Scully. Or do you want to explain to your nephew why Santa decided not to visit him this year?”

“Mulder, he’s two. I doubt he cares. You really don’t have to-”

“I want to,” he says, taking one of her hands into his. “Please.”

“Under one condition,” she says and he nods, trusting her implicitly. “We’re not telling Bill until the whole thing is over.”

Mulder grins and says, “deal.”

There’s not much time, but Mulder does his research. Scully assures him that there’s a Santa costume at her mother’s house that he can use. No need to worry about that. He asks Scully a million questions about Matthew on their way over to Mrs. Scully’s house. She’s the only other person who knows about this scheme. Even through the phone, Mulder could hear the other Scully woman smile when her daughter told her. At least that’s one more person on his side. It all depends on how Matthew will react to him. If he’s at all like his father, this could turn into a disaster.

Mrs. Scully is already waiting for them when they arrive. She quickly hugs each of them before she ushers them inside.

“I sent Bill and Tara on an errand. Matthew is taking a nap. You need to hide, Fox.” He’s never seen Mrs. Scully so much in her element. She’s pushing him towards the basement. A place he’s all too familiar with. It makes him smile.

“The basement is the safest option,” she says. “Oh no, I think I heard their car. Dana, show Fox where everything is. I put the Santa suit down there. See you later.” Maggie winks at them and Mulder finds himself chuckling as Scully takes him down to the basement.

“I’m sorry,” Scully says as she switches on a light. “They want this to be perfect for Matthew. It’s not too late to change your mind.”

“Scully, I’m in your mother’s basement. It’s too late to change my mind. And anyway, I don’t want to. I offered to do this, remember?” She nods and worries her lip again. If she keeps going like this, she’ll bruise it. He touches her shoulder, hoping to distract her from whatever is troubling her. It works.

“I haven’t thanked you properly.”

“You have,” he says, inspecting the Santa costume and pushing a finger into the belly made out of jelly.

“No, I haven’t.” She grabs his shirt and he turns to her, a questioning look on his face. He can’t read her, her expression a mystery. One he’s curious about. For a moment, she just stares at him, as if trying to find the right words or find her courage. He bites his tongue, determined to wait for her. He sees the moment she makes her decision, whatever it ends up being.

“Thank you, Mulder,” she says, her voice quiet and hoarse. Then she does what he hadn’t dared hope. She gets on tiptoes, her hands on his chest, and kisses him softly on the mouth. His eyes flutter shut and even as she lets go, he doesn’t want to open them again. He wants to bask in this moment and keep it forever.

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” Scully jokes, prompting him to crack open one eye. She’s wringing her hands, so he takes one into his.

“I should thank you,” he says. “For letting me spend the day with you. For letting me be here.”

“Mulder, you’re doing us a favor.”

“Dana, are you down there?” A voice asks from upstairs and they both startle.

“I better get up there,” Scully says, as reluctant to leave as he is to let her go.

“One more for good luck?” He shouldn’t press his luck but she smiles at him and presses another quick kiss to his lips before she runs back upstairs. Now all he can do is wait.

And wait he does. Scully texts him every few minutes, updating him on what’s going on upstairs, and warning him that his big moment is coming on. He gets ready and puts on the suit, wishing Scully were still here to help him. The beard goes on last and there’s no mirror, so he can only hope he’s disguised himself well enough.

His heart is racing as he makes his way up the stairs. He can hear chattering and what is clearly a very excited child. He has to do this right. Matthew probably won’t remember this in the years to come, but his parents will. His grandmother will. And his aunt. He takes one last deep breath before he cracks open the door.

“Are you excited to see Santa?” The gentleness in Scully’s voice makes Mulder melt momentarily. The kiss they shared runs through his mind, but he has to push that thought away. He can ruminate on that later.

“Santa!” Matthew exclaims and Mulder decides that this is his moment.

“Ho, ho, ho.” He steps forward and there’s little Matthew, crawling out of Scully’s arms and walking toward him on his small toddler legs. He stumbles once and almost falls, but Mulder catches the boy who stares at him with wide, curious eyes and an open mouth.

“Santa,” he whispers in awe.

“Hello, Matthew.”

“It me! It me!” he says excitedly, turning to his parents, who are clinging to each other with matching faces full of love for their little boy.

“Were you a good boy last year?” Mulder asks and Matthew nods his head enthusiastically.

“Pesants,” Matthew says. “Pwease?”

“Matthew,” Bill chastises and Mulder is careful not to look directly at the man, afraid he might recognize him after all.

“I have presents for you, Matthew. You asked me for a big bag of building blocks, is that right?” Again, Matthew nods, peeking at the bag Mulder brought with him. There are several presents in here, but Scully pointed out the one Matthew is to be given now. He takes it out and hands it to the small boy, whose eyes are shining.

“Do you need help, sweetie? Let your daddy help you,” Tara says and Mulder shoots a glance at Scully. But when Bill comes over, he only has eyes for his son. Bill is gentle with Matthew as he helps him tear the wrapping paper. The boy squeals when he sees the colorful building blocks and demands to play with them.

“What do we say, Matthew?” Bill says, pointing at Mulder, who is still hoping that the other man doesn’t look more closely.

“Tank you, Santa!” Matthew turns to him and throws his arms around him. His beard gets out of place and he quickly rights it, hoping no one saw it.

“We have cookies for you… Santa,” Scully says. “Say goodbye to Santa, Matthew.”

“Bye.” The boy is no longer interested in Santa now that he has the toy he’s been waiting for. The adults chuckle and Mulder feels their eyes on him. He bows and waves before he runs a hand over Matthew’s soft hair.

“I’ll show you the, um, cookies.” Scully follows him out of the living room. Once they’re in the kitchen, he rips the beard off, grinning at her.

“How was I?”

Scully doesn’t answer him and just puts her arms around him as well as she can with his protruding jelly belly between them.

“Thank you, Mulder.”

“You already said that,” he reminds her, trying not to think of the kiss they shared earlier.

“You were amazing.”

“Keep talking.”

“I’d rather not.” And her mouth is back on his. He’s so surprised that he gasps into her mouth before he reciprocates. He forgets where they are and doesn’t really care either way. He’s kissing Scully. And she’s kissing him as if there’s no tomorrow. This is the best Christmas he’s had in years. Or maybe it’s the best Christmas he’s ever had.

“What the hell is happening here?” Bill’s boasting voice makes them jump apart. “Why were you kissing Santa, Dana? Who is he?”

“No one you know,” Scully says, trying to shield Mulder and he’d laugh if Bill’s eyes weren’t narrowed at him.

“What are you doing here?” he growls.

“Bill.” They all turn to Mrs. Scully, who appears behind her son. “Think about your son and how happy he was to see Santa. Fox did that, didn’t he?”

“But he’s leaving now,” Bill says, his eyes darting between his sister and Mulder. “Right? Santa can’t stay.”

“I’m leaving.”

“Actually,” Mrs. Scully says. “It’s up to Dana. She gets to decide. Now come on, Bill. You go play with your son. You don’t want him to come looking for you here and find Santa, do you?” Bill grumbles but does as he’s told. Mrs. Scully grins at them and Mulder gives her an appreciative nod.

“I love your mother, Scully.”

“I want you to stay,” she says quickly, turning to him. “If you want.”

“What do you think?” He leans down and kisses her again, softly this time. “I need to change out of this costume.”

“Do you need my help?” Scully smiles at him and he doesn’t know how he got so lucky.

“Always."

[loungeact-143]

Let Me Help You

Description: Y/n had been depressed and didn't clean her room for a while, She kept it from chan. Chan found out about Y/n's state of her depression, and helped Y/n clean her room.

Part 2

It had been the same cycle for about 2 months, Y/n was laying down on her bed, eating food that she door dashed and mindlessly scrolling through her phone. Hoping to find any sort of motivation, it never worked. She just ended up falling asleep, even with the pile of clothes taking up most of her bed. Chan had payed Y/n's rent up for the next few months, so she didn't have to worry about showering to go to work. The sight of her junk filled room with old food, the smell of her body and expired drinks, she just laid there every night.

When Chan would call, she would just tell him that she was fine, being too embarrassed to let him see the state that she was actually in. Chan would have no problem sending her money, so that she could order food, she felt so lazy. She was laying in her bed, once again. Chan called Y/n when she was eating microwaved mac and cheese, she picked up, wanting to make the conversation quick.

"Oh um...hey chan, how was your day?"

"My day was fine, love. I just came back from the studio. What about your day?"

Y/n had to catch her tears at his simple question, a simple question that was impossible for her to answer. She got herself together and responded, voice cracking.

"I'm fine, I've just been chilling *sniffles*"

Chan already knew that Y/n was lying, she had been saying the same thing every time he asked Y/n about her day. She also always made excuses when Chan wanted to come over her place. He was determined to find out why Y/n was being so vague with him.

"Ok Y/n, that's good. I'm gonna call you tomorrow, goodnight love."

"G- goodnight Channie"

Chan was on his way to Y/n's apartment when he hung up the phone. He had to see that Y/n was okay for his own peace of mind.

20 minutes later....

Y/n was still laying on her bed, not aware that Chan was walking to her door. She jumped when she heard a knock on the door. She hesitated, not knowing who it could be. Chan knocked again.

"Baby, it's me, open the door please?"

Y/n just stood there, not knowing what to do. She slowly got off her bed, pushing her clothes off the bed. She tried to quickly tidy up, but then she realized that her mess was too much to attempt hiding. "I know you're in there baby, I want to see you." Chan said, knocking on the door again.

"I'm coming, Chan" Y/n said, her voice barely making a sound.

She walked towards the door, dreading her reality that Chan was about to see. She opened the door and looked down, playing with her fingers, she felt ashamed being in his presence. Chan's heart broke when he saw Y/n hiding.

To be continued…

[martinys-world]

the girl (7)

chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6)

I made a post before this on. talking about the discord server that i have made. Since no one seen it or cared enough. I going to talk about it here. I was thinking my character was over powered in this chapter. so I made a post and was saying how I posted chapter 7 there and wanted some feedback. I posted on July 15th. a good 5 days before this one. So I left the chapter the way it is.

So if you want to join the discord comment: the robot you like. I will send you the link for the story

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I went back to my bag and began to dig. After I found my Nokia 1011 phone, a car door open sound filled the car. 

“Good hold this.”

 I handed him my phone and continued digging. When I felt the plastic case. I yank it out. so, I can grab the leopard glass and a security bandage with the four diamonds likes symbol. The same diamond as my pencil case.   I was beginning to put on the glasses

“Sliver what you are doing.” 

“don’t worry about it.”

“Why you are complaining, she looks good.”

“I will tell you this since it won’t go against Kris promise. when you see the things, I seen. You learn how to make your paths easier. I can't tell you anymore than that.”

I saw a yellow beam when, we were beginning to drive. it must have been that energy surge. Arcee was talking about.  Grabbing my phone from Noah.

“Noah please hold this,” I traded Noah the phone for the badge after I toss my bag in the back.  

“I must make a phone call. Mirage, please take control so I can concentrate.”

I quickly dial a number that I know by heart. The ringers didn’t even go to the second ring when he picked up. 

“YOU BETTER EXPLAIN WHATS GOING ON!!!”

I pulled the phone away from my ear when he began to screaming.  mirage was laughing for some reason and begin to say drama and sing song like voice. 

“k plea- “

“NO EXCUSES. WE ARE RECIVCEING A MASSIVE ENERGY NEAR YOUR LOCATION. I KNOW FOR FACT THAT YOU HAVE A HAND IN THIS.  SO, YOU BETTER START TALKING.”

I heard another one of mirages smart ass remarks. It was the ‘uh oh someone is in trouble.’

“K I don’t know what’s going myself.” I lied. 

“I know your lying.”

“Dam it!” I said in frustration. “I will explain the best I can later. We got at least 15 minutes until I arrive and cause mayhem.”

“Not until I get at least something.” k can be very stubborn when it comes to someone he cares about. There only one sentence I know that can make just go along with whatever I say. 

“I am trying to help a family get home.”

“Wait like human home or us home.”

“Us. this is there only way right now.”

“Wait until I get there.”

“There is no time. I need you on that computer that’s 2 ft to your left.” I heard him growl, but he I hear a chair roll. 

“Fine. I want a story when its safe.”

“I promise. I need you. get to Ac and Sc files and find anyone that would still be there.”

Are ten minutes from arriving the campus 

“You mean the ones still on campus?”

“You got it. get T. and V. to help. I need you to make them leave.”

“All right got all 900 people. Starting to send messages. Hey t and v get to your computers and start typing. Boss says so.”

I heard some shuffling in the back. 

“Good, have them say there loved one is in hospital or Their place is on fire. if you need to get someone to pull the fire alarm. Get someone to pull the fire alarm.  Anything to get them to leave. Hell, if need used the symbol on anyone who there I don’t care just get them gone.”

“Okay. the messages are starting to send, is there anything else?”

“Is Jason v. Armstrong. working at all tonight?”

“You are right, he should be at the security booth.” 

“Call him and get him to let-

I looked at the badge Noah was holding

“Sarah J. Kelly though.”

I leaned back in the driver seat. acting like I was driving once again.

“Okay I will call him after.  it won’t be any problem.”

We were down to 5 minutes

“Do you want me to see Cam to hack the security cameras.”

“Good call. Give it an hour before they come back up.”

I hear more shuffling in the back. 

“T. said that he can't get a hold of Elena Wallace. She will be in the college. The same place that energy spike is at.” 

“Alright If I see, I will do what I can. Keep trying to reach her.”

“k I hear talking in the background. speak to me.” 

“Got it I will call after.”

“You better women or so help me, I will drag you back by the skin of my teeth if I must.  You will have stuck her until we are old grey.”

“I know you will. Friends forever.”

“We never surrender.”

I hang up and tosses the phone next to my bag. 

“You, young lady is amazing.” Said mirage. 

“Sliver what was that?”

“My way in making sure no one gets hurt friends.”

No other questions were asked. We began to pull up to the security booth and as soon as I showed him the badge. He didn’t look twice. He opened the gate and began to pack up around his desk. we just roll in like we own the place. Once he stopped in a random parking spot. I jump out began walking to the doors. 

“Sliver wait.” He was a good few steps behind me. I pushed the door open and began going up.”

“Sliver, wait I want to talk.” Noah grabs my hand. pulling me to a stop. “Please at least explain how you did all that.”

“I can't tell you that. if I do, you will be drag into something that is far too dangerous even for me. I promised your brother I will keep you safe and keeping my mouth shut is a must, then so be it.”

“Then why help them.”

“I will tell you what, I told Optimus. I know what it’s like trying to get home.”

I began to run up the stair. Just trying to outrun him so he doesn’t go farther down the rabbit hole Like Alice did with the white rabbit. I am trying to my promise. I will not drag you into the life I have. once I saw the door. I busted it open without a second thought. 

 When I was in the same daydream land again. 

I was in a middle of a forest. the same forest that Apeling was in. the same surface of grass and tree like statues around me. 

“how did I get here?”

Really how did I go from opening a door inside a building on earth to a planet I only saw once. I heard movement to my right. when looking at the sound there was a dull orange blob coming at me. the closer it came the more it began to take shape.  It was a Cheetah, but not the ones on earth. This one was larger than the ones on earth. They had more of an orange coat, then its classic yellow. Also, Its eyes where a very bright green. Aren’t cheetahs supposed to have yellow eyes? 

 what really caught my attention was where he was heading. Right for me. I went into fetal position. I don’t know why I did that, but I did. I was never flattening like a pancake. I felt a chill in my spine.  The feeling I had with Apeling. I became a full human when I saw the cat was becoming a wobbly blob again. 

 I felt a breeze pass me; a grey rhino was following the cat.its seems like no one is noticing me.i might not be able to get hurt in this dream like land. Wait, am I a ghost. My thoughts where interrupt when the sound of rustling trees filled my ears. I look up and saw Apeling, but it wasn’t really Apeling. The ape looked a lot smaller and more childish. Then a bird was following closely behind the primate. The birdie looked like a raven but completely metal and with a beautiful tint of blue. 

A “I can do this.” Sound was coming from where the other animals where coming form

Was coming behind me. a very dark navy-blue blob was coming closer and closer. She had an outline of a wolf. The navy coat had a dot of yellow dots, mad her fur look like a night sky, with little stars at night. there was a fire is in her eyes. Nothing was going to stop her. the more she said the line the faster she was becoming. the walking night sky was passing each animal one by one. the more living beings she passed the more confident she gotten.  Before anyone knows it, she was in second place. The dog and cat were neck to neck.  Both determine to not let the other pass.

“Come on Midnight. You can't pass me. so, stop while you can.

“I not giving up that easily.” The finished line was feet in front their face was nearby. 

While the cheetah kept trying to decrease the dog confidence. Mr. Kitty Cat didn’t notice the little pebble in the path.  didn’t notice a little pebble. With him focusing on the wolf. His paw stumble on It. the stumble gave the wolf a better chance to jump ahead. Giving midnight the win.  She was holding the stick in her mouth.  Once she dropped it.

“Who the fastest now?”

“I let you win.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” While the canine was rubbing the win in the cheetah face. The others came through. Rhino was 3rd.  bird was 4th and the ape was 5th.

“See sis, I told you can do it.” said the rhino.

“You were right Rhinox. I had to just believe in myself.” 

“I let her win.” Said the cheetah. 

“Keep telling yourself that.” said the bird. 

“As much as this was fun, me and Star have to go.” said the ape. 

While both party wave goodbye to each other. I stayed with the other 3. 

“I did let her win; I just didn’t want to see her cry.”

“I appreciate your concern for my sister, but everyone say you stumble.”

“I didn’t stumble.” said the frustrated cheetah.  When no one was going to believe his lies. he spit out ‘I going to hang with rattrap.’ Then began to run again.    

When the last two left saw the orange furball was far enough. The bird saw her opportunity.

“Rhinox, can I ask you are personal question?” 

“Go ahead Air-razor.”

“How do you feel about their feelings for your sister?”

“it’s complicated. As a big brother, they both don’t deserve her. she can do so much better than those two. But as their friend I have seen them grow over the years. They aren’t full mature, but they are better then Tigerhawk and Inferno. I learned I can't choose who she likes but if she is happy. That all that matters.”

After he finished his sentence. Everything was twisted. It twisted into a new scene. I was back with Midnight and the little ape.”

“So, what do you think Apeling wants to tell us.” midnight asked

“Something about a key.”

“Why would we need to know?”

“I don’t know.  we might want to know everything we can right now before we become leaders.”

“You mean you will be.”

“We both have the chance.”

“No, you are Optimus Primal. You are the best person to lead. You lead all the group actives.” 

“you are right about that, but you are the one that has all the ideas. I do apprentice the confidence boost, but don’t put yourself down.”

“I’m ju- “

Before they could continue their conversation. They walk into a cave. Where the real Apeling was standing. He was staring over the land. Kind of like Simba and Mufasa in lion king. When Mufasa says ‘everything that touches the light is your’ scene. 

“Hello young ones.”

“Hello.”  The little ones say. 

“Today lesson is going to be special one.”

“Is it about the key?”  ask Optimus.

“You are right. the key also comes with a legend. That precedes the dawn of our civilization. there is a vile god so large and so powerful, he has to consumed entire planets for fuel. That god is name Unicron.”

“isn’t that myth. We don’t need to worry about this god.” Said the Primal.

“It Could be a myth, but we aren’t for sure. It could be real for all we know.” said the wolf. 

“Star is right.  if he is real, he will be after this.” Apeling gotten up and walked inside the cave. Around a pedestal with a floating diamond thing. “If Unicron gets his hands on transwarp key. there is no way to stop him. “ 

“What is a trans-swap key?”

“Transwarp key. have been among our kind for generations. it allows us to go from universe to another.” 

“So, if Unicron gets a hold of the key. he could open a portal. To eat other worlds?” Ask Optimus.

“Yes. There will be nothing in his way.” 

“But isn’t there a way.”

“What do you mean.”

“In the records before the great war. They were saying something about a sister.”

“You mean brother and yes. Him and his twin brother (Primus) would fight for centuries. Unicron himself wanted to consume the universe. Getting rid of the good. So, there is nothing left but a void of torment.  Primus had other ideas; he saw that there was good in freedom. He fought his brother time and time again. trying to keep the balance to the two sides. The legend says that Primus defeated Unicron each time. he was toss in a void to never be seen again. Said Apeling.

“Shouldn’t Primus have this instead of us.”

“That is a mystery that could not be solve.” 

“Why is that?” Primal finally spoke up.

“We lost contact with Cybertron eons ago. with time information gets lost. Data pads get lost or destroy. without proof, all we know is that Primus and Unicron are myth.”

“That’s why they are myths? Ask Midnight . 

“Yes. That is why if there even is a chance that Unicron is real. We need to guard the key from him and whoever is under his command.” Said Apeling. 

“We promise to protect the key with our lives.” Said Both or the younger Maximal.

That when the vision started to change back to the museum room. rubbing my eyes trying to get eye site back. I was facing the window that lead outside for some reason.  I heard chatter in the back. a girl voice said something about stealing museum property. I couldn’t fully make out the conversation.  Once my vision was clear and I can see everthign like before. I saw three bots. The other 2 where unknown but when my eyes landed on the centered being. was Scrouge. Same one form Apeling vision. Nothing about seeing him said safe. I saw his hand turn into a canon, that’s when I knew we were in trouble.  Seeing that it was powering up and aiming at us I turn. 

“Elena and Noah get down.”

[crybabycinna]

No Kitty

Sugar mama Lin Beifong x sugar baby reader

Summary: someone isn’t a fan of Miyuki

As I was cleaning the house the phone rang and I went to answer. “Hello.” I said. “Hey! It’s me Su I was wondering if you guys wanted to come visit again.” Su said. “Oh we would love to! When do you want us to come by?” I asked. “How about next next week?” Su asked. “Hmm that sounds good to me but I’ll ask Lin.” I said. “Ok just get back to me when you can, I can’t wait to see you all.” Su said. “Of course.” I said. We hung up then I went back to cleaning. When I finished I washed my hands then started making lunch for Lin. Once I was done making lunch I packed it up then went to make myself look pretty.

I know I don’t need to do this but I want to. I like to dress up and get pretty. It's my favorite thing to do and it makes me happy. I wore a short white floral corset dress and then put my hair in a half up ponytail. I grabbed a pink ribbon and wrapped it around Miyuki. She had a cute bow and now we match. “Come on baby, we gotta go see daddy.” I said with a smirk on my face. I grabbed my bag then left with Miyuki. “You look very lovely, Miyuki, that ribbon suits you very well.” I told her as we walked to Lin.

Miyuki meowed. “You’re welcome.” I said. She meowed again. “Oh thank you sweetie. Daddy is gonna think we look good.” I said. We made it to the job and I opened the door for Miyuki and she ran up towards Lin’s office. “Excuse me miss but you can’t bring your cat in here.” An officer said. “Huh.” I said. “There’s no animals allowed so please leave with your furball.” He said. “Furball?” I asked and Miyuki hissed at the man. “Yes your furball Ma’am now leave.” He said. The anger in me was boiling because how dare he call my baby a furball!

“For one do not call her a furball. She has a name and I've also brought her in here before and there was no problem.” I said. “Everything ok?” Mako asked as he quickly came over to me. “He called Miyuki a furball and said I can’t have her here.” I said. “It’s ok, the cat can be here.” Mako said. “Says who? She has no clearance for that furball.” He said. “Call my cat a furball one more time.” I said. “No no no. Go upstairs.” Mako said and tried to push me towards the stairs. “You know what ok.” I said.

I was about to be a baby and tell Lin! “She’s not allowed to go up there.” The officer said. I rolled my eyes and went up the stairs and opened Lin’s door. I didn't even care to knock. As soon as I opened the door I put on a pouty face. “Linny.” I said. “What’s wrong?” Lin said and looked up at me. “She can’t go up there with that furball.” The officer snapped. Lin came out of her office and looked down at the officer. “What is going on?” Lin asked. Mako just looked at the officer. “That girl is trying to bring this furball into the building.” The officer said and pointed at me then at Miyuki.

Miyuki hissed at him again. “Miyuki come here.” I said. Before Miyuki could make it up the stairs the officer tried to grab her. “Don’t you dare grab that cat! She is fine to bring her cat here. If there was any problem you should have called me down instead of causing this scene.” Lin said to him. I picked up Miyuki and I petted her. “I apologize chief.” He said. “The next time you talk to my girlfriend that way I’ll have your badge.” Lin said then turned around to walk into her office and like the child I am I stuck out my tongue and Miyuki hissed at the man again.

We walked into the office then closed the door. “You ok?” Lin asked. I nodded. “We’re fine.” I said. Lin kissed my head. “You two look very cute.” Lin said. “Thank you.” I said. Miyuki meowed. “You’re welcome.” Lin said and petted Miyuki. “I told you daddy would think we would look nice.” I said. “Am I her mother or father?” Lin asked. I shrugged. “I differentiate between the two.” I said. Lin shook her head. “Anyways we brought you food and our pretty faces.” I said.