#praying for sunset and some relief

[strangefable]

i hate the heat almost as much as it hates me

[rebelfell]

A li’l more self-indulgent bestfriend!eddie fluff…

reader w/ boobies, cont’d from here

“Do you, um…do you think you got a good enough look?”

Ringing. There’s a ringing in Eddie’s ears and he’s pretty damn certain his jaw is on the floor. And he is going to need about a million q-tips stat before he believes he actually heard those words come out of your mouth in that exact order.

Did he die? Is this a dream? A coma? Did he get trapped in the Matrix? If so, which color pill does he take to stay in it forever?

“Eddie? You okay?”

Your face fell the longer he took to respond, shrinking into yourself as worry washed over you.

Thinking you must have misread things, thinking he was just being nice, thinking you’ve just ruined everything by throwing yourself at the best friend you’ve ever had…

YES, YOU IDIOT! SAY FUCKING “YES” SAY SOMETHING YOU’VE BEEN QUIET FOR WAY TOO LONG SHE’S GONNA THINK YOU’RE—

“Sorry,” he chuckles. “Pretty sure I hallucinated. Uhh…any chance you can repeat that?”

“Eddie…”

He can almost hear you scoff and see your eyes roll before it happens. You glance around, looking for where you tossed your bag when you got here, but Eddie reaches out and wraps his hand around your wrist. His thumb rubs over the delicate skin on the inside of it, praying he’s not imagining it that he can feel your pulse quickening underneath the calloused pad.

“Sweetheart, you just offered me the single greatest honor and privilege of my life,” he says. “Forgive me for wanting some extra reassurance. Seriously…how is that even a question?”

Relief floods Eddie’s brain as your lips slowly spread into a smile prettier than every sunset he’s ever seen before combined. His heart is pounding in his chest, all his other organs shuddering with the force, as your hands carefully pull from his grasp and drop to the hem of your shirt.

The pounding stops. His breathing stops.

Everything stops as you lift it off fully this time, letting it fall to the floor beside your feet. It lands in a heap and Eddie is struck with the urge to fold a piece of clothing for maybe the first time ever in his life. Because if you ask him, that thing should be in the Smithsonian behind a bulletproof glass barrier—the shirt you removed in his presence.

If that’s not historically significant, what is?

Except Eddie can’t even think about that any more, because now your arms are raising again and your hands are reaching behind your back to unhook the clasps of your bra.

Forget the Matrix. This is heaven.

He stares at you raptly, not even trying to hide the fact that his eyes are about to jump right out of his skull. Black lace falls to the floor and Eddie is tempted to join it, more than ready to sink to his knees for you and do whatever you say for the rest of his life. Only he can’t form the words to tell you that because all he can think about is how your bare fucking boobs are out in his room.

You are topless and literally a foot away from his bed and—god fucking damn it why didn’t he change his sheets?!

“Can I, um…”

His eyes dart between you and them, his mouth still agape. His hands flex at his side, his fingers trembling with the need to grip their softness, to mold and squish them in his palms, to roll your nipples between his thumb and index until he hears the sweet, sweet sound of your moans—

“Please,” you whisper.

Okay, yep. Definitely heaven.Only in heaven would you be the one pleading for Eddie to touch you.

“Fuck, they’re so pretty,” he sighs, almost mournfully, his eyes rounding as his hands came up to cup them gently. “How do you walk around with ‘em all day? I’d never get anything done if…”

He trails off, a flush coloring his cheeks, bashful smile making his dimples deepen.

“If, what?” you prompted.

“If they were mine.”

His eyes lifted to meet your gaze, deep brown irises brimming with heat. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and his hands stretch, his fingers spreading wider and squeezing tighter.

“They’re all yours, Eddie,” you tell him with a small smile. “Do whatever you like.”

He doesn’t need any further instruction.

A breathy laugh flutters in your chest as he buries his face in between them. Eagerly, as if he was trying to suffocate himself. Shit, maybe he is. He’d happily die right now with your warm flesh on his face, the scent of you in his nose, and his breath rippling down the middle of your sternum.

He kisses and kisses and kisses them, like he’s the pope and you’re the tarmac. And then he’s shaking his head back and forth, moaning and humming and groaning while you erupt giggles—downright giddy with all his attention on you.

It almost makes you feel…proud of your boobs.

Because there were ones out there that were bigger than yours; ones that were smaller than yours; ones more evenly sized or shapely that better filled out dresses or low-cut tops.

But none of those boobs were the ones currently reducing Eddie Munson to a puddle before your very eyes. That’s just yours.

And they are perfect.

Eddie jumps when he feels you pull away, his head popping up, his bangs mussed and sticking out to reveal his vast forehead and his panicked eyes. Shit, what did he do? Did he bite you? He could have sworn he only thought about doing that, but maybe—

You step backwards, smiling as you walk him to the bed and guide him down with you to lay on the mattress. He slides up next to you, his body finding a home against every dip and curve of yours. He looks at your face, brows raising in a silent question until you give him a nod.

“Can’t believe this is really happening,” he moans, burying his face back where it belongs. “I’ve wanted this so long, you have no idea...”

“How…how long?” you gasp, breathless as he kisses all over them, his tongue swiping over your nipples. “Eddie, how long have you felt like this?”

“Fucking forever,” he groans into your skin and the vibrations make waves across your chest. “Can’t remember the last time I went to bed and didn’t think about this…about you.”

And you know you should be melting. You know you should be flattered by what he’s saying and to be over the moon that the boy you’ve been in love with your whole goddamn life actually wants you too—but all you feel right now is rage.

“OW! What the—”

Eddie yelped as you reached over and pinched the skin on his stomach as hard as you could. He pulled away, staring down at your hand and the bright red spot it just made on his pale skin.

“You idiot!” you snapped. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Wh��what?”

“I’ve been going out with losers for years trying to get over you.”

Eddie blinked back at you, his mouth falling open so he looked a bit like a carp with stage fright. His head started to shake back and forth, wiry curls rustling as he stammered out an answer.

“I…I thought…”

His head dropped, shoulders slumping as he thought of all the men he’d ever seen you with. Cool guys. Normal clothes. Normal interests.

No freaks.

“The guys you were picking were nothing like me. I…I figured I wasn’t your type.”

His big, round eyes flashed back up to yours and soundly vaporized all the anger that overtook you. Because it was true. You always avoided guys that reminded you of him. Always went for the dishes the polar opposite of the one you craved.

Because eating frozen yogurt only ever made you want ice cream more.

“You should have said something, Eddie,” you whisper. Half scolding, half an apology.

“You should have said something,” he countered.

But Eddie nodded, leaning in close to bump your head with his. It made you both smile, yours and his cheeks both pushing up as they touched. And then it wasn’t just your cheeks touching.

His lips met yours with a gentle brush. Almost accidental, but not quite. Delicate and light like the start of a snowfall. It made your stomach swoop and your neck stretch, chasing the feeling. His eyes scanned your face, searching for any sign of hesitation before he dove back in.

There was none.

“Now, if you don’t mind…” he smirked as he crawled on top of you, scooting down until his face was level with your chest, “I’m getting back to the greatest moment of my life. That okay?”

thank you for reading, love you mean it 😘

[jolyfics]

This is my first time requesting something uggghh I'm nervous.

Anyways, I think it would be so cute if your wrote how the jojos would confess to their crushes!

i love the way you write so ik you'll do them justice

𝙞 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪

𝘫𝘰𝘫𝘰𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: how the jojos confess

notes: THIS TOOK SO LONG MY HAND FELL ASLEEP 😭😭 but really i hope you enjoy it!! i swear i wasn’t being that lazy over easter break

jonathan joestar

i feel like jonathan is the most romantic out of all the jojos

he’d definitely bring you some place nice

like a tree on a hill during sunset

he’d also make it a picnic

after you two talk for a good bit is when he’d speak up

if you agree to his confession he’d let out a sigh of relief, as well as a big grin

6pm, he told you to meet you by the tree where you usually hang out, you adored that tree, it was rural. once you arrived you noticed he was there before you, sitting underneath the tree with a cute little picnic basket beside him. you sat down to his left, he took out some sandwiches you assumed he made and the two of you began eating, quickly falling into your usual banter.

after awhile, he cleared his throat, causing you to look up at him with confusion. “i.. have something i wish to tell you.” he spoke up, he sounded nervous, you had never heard him sound like that before. you perked up, signalling for him to continue. “i have feelings for you, (name). and i hope you’d accept them” you could feel your cheeks heat up, which caused his to do the same.

you nodded, “i do, jojo!” he grinned, a sigh escaping him as relief washed over his entire body. he placed his hand atop of yours, as you both gave eachother an adoring look

joseph joestar

joseph’s a smartass

it definitely starts with him teasing you

then when you ask him why he likes teasing you specifically is when he shuts up

he admits it quite casually

like its nothing

leaving you quite flustered

“c’mon, cutie! give me a smile!” he smirked, he adored the way your eyebrows looked as they furrowed when he spoke. he loved the way your face turned the slightest shade of red and how you tried to hide how he actually got a reaction out of you. he loved it all. “shut up, jojo!” you scoffed, trying to hide the blush that crept up onto your face

“why do you always tease me? why not suzie q?!” you spoke up, you weren’t angry, just genuinely confused. did he like seeing you so angry? he then playfully rolled his eyes. “because i love seeing that look on your face! i mean, who wouldn’t? you’re gorgeous yknow?” you scoffed once more before crossing your arms

“it’s because i love you, (name)! and i know you can’t resist me” he grinned, his usual stupid grin. you looked back over at him. it seemed he was waiting for you to say something to him, instead you placed a small kiss on his cheek. that seemed to finally shut him up

jotaro kujo

it honestly depends on which jotaro

part 3 jotaro isn’t the kinda guy to confess his feelings to you

he’d just hope and pray you had that confidence to speak up first

if you don’t though, and the feeling is getting too much for him to handle he’d trap you in a hotel room and force you to listen to him

very rare to hear more than a few words with him, let alone hear what he FEELS

you sat on the hotel bed, reading a cheap magazine you found in one of the drawers in the bedside table. you were sharing a room with jotaro, you only really shared with him or kakyoin, since you three were the only teenagers with the group. jotaro had just gotten back from being in the bathroom, he sat on the bed to your right.

“(name).” he spoke, his voice soft, yet still with the usual firmness that usually has a grasp over him. you looked over to him, closing the magazine over and placing it beside you on the bed. “yes, jotaro?” he paused, the air seemed different. not the usual feeling you had while rooming with him.

“you’re.. not awful.” his voice was now that of a mumble, as he used the brim of his hat to cover his face. at first you were confused, until it hit you, he was trying to tell you how he felt about you. he just couldn’t get the right words out of his mouth

josuke higashikata (4)

josukes confession is probably the most fun out of them all.

i feel like he’d take you somewhere fun like bowling

you’d be kicking his ass at it

and once you finished up your game and we’re walking home

thats when he’d tell you

and if its cold he might even lend you his coat

you shivered as the two of you walked home after a long day of bowling. you two played about 4 rounds, you won 3/4 of those games, which you were quite proud of. you felt something heavy land across your shoulders, you looked down. josukes coat? you then turned your gaze to him, he seemed to be looking in the opposite direction of you

“thanks, josuke” you spoke up, getting rid of the silence between you too. he hummed, kicking a rock as he walked. “hey, uhh” he paused before speaking up once more. “i gotta tell you something, and don’t get angry at me for saying this!” you chuckled at that, you couldn’t get angry at him

“i.. think i might like you. thats a lie. i know i like you” you pulled his coat closer around you as you grinned, this day seemed to be getting better and better..

giorno giovanna

giorno definitely took you to a fancy restaurant

he is the don, he has that kind of money

he’d probably buy you something fancy too.

he’d just say it outright, like it was something he said everyday

you two sat across from eachother at the fancy restaurant, both of you in your fanciest attire. you two stared at a menu, deciding what to get before the waiter arrived, notebook and pen in hand. once you ordered, and the waiter was gone, giorno looked over at you. he pulled out a tiny box placing it on the table and sliding it over to you

“giorno, no” “i insist, (name)” he interrupted. you sighed, picking up the box and opening it. a necklace lay inside, laced with what you could only assume were real diamonds. you looked up to him in shock. “giorno, i can’t take this..” he shook his head

“you must, you’re the only person i’d want to spend this kind of money on, so please. let me buy you things from now on” he gave a small, meaningful smile towards you, which only made you smile. you took the necklace out of the box, placing it around your neck. “you look stunning, mí amore”

jolyne cujoh

okay. we all know how lesbians are

she’d definitely confess buy playing a song for you, then saying that it reminds her of you

you two would just be in her bedroom

and she’d suggest listening to music

then she’d play the song and say it reminds her of you two

you two sat on jolynes bed, you’d been friends for years, so long in fact, you two had began to develop feelings for eachother. even though everyone around the two of you knew, you two didn’t. “hey.. let’s listen to some music!” jolyne suggested, you nodded. that could be fun, you always enjoyed her music

she grinned, standing up from the bed and heading towards her cd collection. she picked one up, then placed it into the cd player. it took a few seconds for the song to boot up but once it began she then hurried back over to sit beside you in her bed. “what song is it?” you asked, she only grinned at you. “you’ll see”

as the song began to play, it seemed like something jolyne never would’ve usually listened to. you began to recognise the song as time went on, ‘this kiss, by faith hill’ as you began to wonder why she picked this song, she spoke up. “this song, reminds me of us..” her face was slightly red as she spoke

Johnny Joestar

johnny and you were put on a ranch

yous were just together tending to your horses

it was silent, peaceful

that’s when johnny would admit to having feelings for you

it definitely took him awhile to do that

he’s not the most open when it comes to how he feels

you fed your horse, johnny stood beside you, doing the exact same to slow dancer, his horse. it was comfortable, you two enjoyed eachothers company and the silence between you wasn’t awkward in the slightest, at least for you anyways.

johnny was busy thinking about you, he wanted to tell you how he felt, he knew he owed it to you to be honest, but it was just scary. he was afraid of rejection from you. even though he knew deep, deep down that you most likely liked him too

“hey.. (name)?” he finally spoke up, he felt as if his heart was in his throat. you turned to look at him, giving him a hum to continue. “i just wanted to say that i.. like ya, i have for awhile now. i just.. wanted ya to know” he looked away, embarrassed

josuke higashikata (8)

josuke just blurts it out

like its NOTHING

he doesn’t get social cues tbh

it leaves you shocked

like really shocked

you two were probably just sitting in a part when he just says it

you sat on the park bench with josuke, you both had gotten an ice cream, it was a very warm day in morioh, so ice cream was the only solution the two of you had. as you both sat, enjoying your ice cream, you looked over to josuke, who seemed to be enjoying his delicious sweet treat

“isn’t this nice, josuke?” you spoke up, he only nodded enthusiastically, continuing to lick the cone. you chuckled at him, giving him a smile. which seemed to make him stop eating? he stared at you, in an almost creepy way. you’d be creeped out if you didn’t know him

“i’m in love with you” he says, before going back to his ice cream. you stared at him, in shock. “what?” you gave him a confused look, where you dreaming? hallucinating even? did he really just say that to you?

[ariestrxsh]

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⚠️ content warning: ⚠️ smut, praise, light punishment, spanking, public teasing, religious kink, sexualization of religious imagery, blasphemy, masturbation, fingering, dom!matt, possessive!matt

📝 author's note: 📝 this is part two, and you can access part one here. if you are religious, first of all, why are you reading this? secondly, please don't interact with this post! it will offend you. for those of you who couldn't get enough and asked for a part two, thanks for giving me a reason to write another part, you little freaks, bc i'm honestly in love with this version of matt. 💖

✍️ Summary: ✍️ Matt has convinced you that the only way for you to stay a good, pure Christian girl is to come to him for your sexual urges rather than anyone else. When you approach him for help again, he teaches you a little trick to keep you satisfied until the next time he sees you.

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coming down part two

"Matt, I'm getting that urge again," I told him, biting my lip and looking down at my feet as we stood underneath the same oak tree as last week. It was Wednesday, and we agreed that would be our meeting spot every week before service. "Meet me at my car after the sermon," Matt responded, tilting my chin up towards him with a long, slender finger. "You're such a good girl for coming to me. I know just how to satisfy your urges."

The whole time the preacher had the stage, I couldn't focus on what he was saying. My head buzzed with thoughts of Matt, the feeling of my hands in his hair while he ate me out, the sounds he made when he filled me, the way his voice got really low and raspy when he called me princess.

I held my Bible over my crossed legs and pressed my thighs together over and over as discreetly as I could to feel something, anything. And I prayed to God that no one would notice. Every once in a while, my eye would catch Matt's from across the room, and we'd share a quick but lustful look. I could tell we were both struggling to pay attention to the lesson.

Once service ended, I skipped off towards Matt's car. The air outside was warm, but there was a light breeze, and the sunset looked like cotton candy.

Matt beat me to the parking lot, and when we saw each other, he was leaning up against the hood of his car, biting his lip and smiling at me. He held the door open for me and extended his hand out for me to grab it, and when I did, he kissed the back of my hand. "You look so pretty in that polka dot dress," he said to me, making me blush. What a gentleman.

Matt got into the driver's seat, and before turning on the car, he glanced over at me. "Were you squeezing your thighs together in church on purpose?" He asked, his eyes narrowing and a smile forming on his lips. "I couldn't help it. I feel all wet and tingly down there," I said, embarrassed. "I didn't think anyone would notice."

"That was very naughty of you, princess, but don't worry. I don't think anyone did. I only noticed because I couldn't keep my eyes off you," Matt responded, tracing circles on my thigh with his fingertips. I breathed out a sigh of relief.

"You know, you can't be having naughty thoughts about me in church, pretty girl. I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson," Matt told me. "A lesson? What kind?" I asked, a mixture of fear and excitement in my voice. "You're gonna have to sit tight and find out," Matt said, turning the key in the ignition.

I'd never been to Matt's house, but I assumed that's where we were going. He looked over at me every few minutes as he drove, and at stop lights, he'd lean over and kiss me.

Once we pulled up to his house, he parked in the driveway and told me, "Nick and Chris are stopping for food on their way home, so we have some time, but not much.

I found myself in Matt's bedroom. He was clean and neat, and the lighting in his room was soft and not too bright. "Come here, angel. I have to give you a little punishment for getting all hot and bothered during the service," he smirked at me. My heart started to pound, and I swallowed hard. I didn't want to be punished. But I knew it was in my best interest to listen to him. "This is gonna hurt me more than it's gonna hurt you," he said sternly.

"Bend over," he ordered me, and he bent me over his knee and lifted up my dress, exposing my bottom. "Were you trying to tease me, princess? In the middle of church?" Matt cooed, rubbing gentle circles on my bottom. "No, I wasn't. I didn't mean for anyone to see," I whined.

"Do you have any idea how hard you made my cock?" Matt asked, talking through his teeth and I felt a loud slap! on my ass. I cried out in shock. "Take your punishment, princess," he smacked it again.

I wasn't sure what was wrong with me, but I liked it. Why did I like being punished if it was supposed to be a bad thing?

"What were you thinking about anyway, huh? Was it my cock? Or my tongue?" Matt whispered as his hand came down one more time, leaving another red hand mark. "Both," I admitted. "Next time you misbehave like that, it's five spankings," he warned me.

"I'm sorry, Matt. I didn't mean to," I looked down in shame once he was done. "I forgive you, princess. We all make mistakes, but our actions have consequences. Next, let's get you out of those pretty panties, and why don't you come sit on my lap," Matt replied. I did as he said, slid out of my lacey undergarments, and I sat on his lap with his right knee between my legs.

"Oh, sweetheart. Look at how wet you are. Is that from me punishing you? You liked it, didn't you? He cooed, spreading it open and peering down at my glistening pussy. Matt started teasing my slit with his fingers. I bit my lip, our eyes met, and I nodded at him. "Good girl. You took your punishment so well," he slipped a finger into my pussy and started pumping in and out gently.

I inhaled sharply, and I looked at him wide-eyed. I thought I had already experienced everything with Matt, but no one had ever put their fingers there, and it felt incredible.

"How's that feel?" He asked. "Like heaven," I answered, leaning back into him and rolling my eyes towards the back of my head. As I laid back into him, I could feel something poking me in his pants, and it just kept getting bigger and harder. He put in a second finger. "Oh, Matt," I whimpered, smiling at him. He watched my facial expressions intently while he played around with the pace at which he was moving his fingers in and out of me. I felt myself getting wetter by the second.

"Do you ever play with yourself, princess?" Matt inquired while a pool of wetness formed on Matt's leg from what he was doing to me. "I mean, I've tried, but I've never successfully finished," I nervously bit my lip while I stifled a whimper. "Show me how you do it, baby," he whispered.

With his fingers still inside of me, I started running the pads of my fingers over my folds, and it felt alright, but not as mind-blowing as when Matt played with me. "Do you remember that little spot right here?" Matt said, brushing over my clit with his thumb. "That's the sweet spot, princess. Start rubbing yourself there," Matt told me. He was such a good teacher.

It immediately started feeling even better when I took his advice and started touching that special spot. "Now play around with the technique. I think you like slow circles, but with a lot of pressure," he whispered. I did as he said, and boy, was he right. "Oh my goodness. That's amazing," I gasped. "Mmm. Good girl. You learn so fast," Matt whispered into my ear.

"That's how you masturbate, princess. But just because I showed you doesn't mean you can go doing it at church," Matt teased me. "You should only do this when you're by yourself or with me, and you should only ever think about me when you do it, okay?" He looked into my eyes to make sure I understood. "Yes, Matt," I nodded. "And just because I showed you this, doesn't mean you shouldn't still come to me when you need to be taken care of," he smiled at me, "just a little trick for when you're desparate."

He started finger fucking me a little faster, and I felt myself on the brink of another explosion happening. I continued to rub my clit in a circular motion like Matt had showed me. "Just relax into it, princess. Take slow, deep breaths," Matt whispered into my neck as I came undone around his digits.

I did as he told me, and I swear, purposely slowing down my breath added a whole new dimension to the rhythmic current of pleasure that overtook me. Time seemed to stop for just a moment, and I got lost in the sensual gratification I'd been mentally chasing since the last time Matt had me unraveling under his touch.

I came down from my orgasm like a feather floating to the ground, and a warm buzz lingered over my body for several minutes after I came. "Do you wanna know what you taste like?" Matt asked me, and I made an unsure face at him, but he held his fingers up to my lips, and I gently sucked on them. "Hmm. Tastes kinda weird," I told him. Matt licked his fingers clean while he looked at me, "I think you taste so sweet, princess."

Once we were finished, Matt helped me back into my panties. Then he changed his pants and gently teased me about the wet spot I made on his knee. "You were such a good girl for me today," he smirked. "Don't you want me to take care of you?" I asked, batting my eyelashes at him. "Of course I do, sweetheart, but I've gotta get you home and go pick up my brothers. What really matters is that we get you off. We can take care of me next week," he sweetly responded. "Matt, I can't wait until next Wednesday. I need you sooner than that," I whined desperately.

"Meet me under the oak tree on Sunday after church, princess," he brushed his thumb against my cheek while he looked at me with his blue eyes full of lust and hunger. "Let's get you home safe and sound, angel."

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(I kept the taglist short because I'm not sure if everyone who asked to be on my taglist wants to read this blasphemy, lol)

part three posted here 💖

[nina-ya]

Happy Birthday- Sanji Edition

A/N: This was written for the lovely @uminozerol for her very special day!! Happy birthday my love <3 Pairing: Sanji x Reader CW: None WC: 1454

Sanji rose early on the morning of your birthday, driven by the desire to craft a perfect day for you. His plan was set: to surprise you with breakfast in bed, followed by a stroll along the beach, a gorgeous picnic featuring a delicately prepared mushroom risotto paired with an expensive bottle of red wine, all culminating in watching the breathtaking sunset together and sharing some delightful desserts. The grand finale of your special day was a handcrafted necklace adorned with a stunning topaz, a precious gem carefully fashioned by artisans on the island just for you. It was intended to be a perfect day, a gesture of affection meant to make your birthday unforgettable.

However, fate had other ideas. Just as Sanji finished preparing your breakfast in bed, some of the other crew members entered the kitchen, led by Luffy whose eyes immediately zeroed in on the spread meant exclusively for you. In the blink of an eye, Luffy devoured the breakfast, leaving Sanji visibly shocked and disheartened by the unexpected turn of events. Moreover, your unplanned arrival in the kitchen meant there was no chance for Sanji to quickly prepare another surprise. Determined not to let the morning lose its sparkle, he proceeded to carefully prepare a fresh breakfast, serving it to you with enthusiasm, a radiant smile adorning his face as he warmly greeted you with a cheerful, "Happy birthday." 

As the day unfolded, Sanji clung to the hope that the unexpected morning mishap could be salvaged. "It's okay," he reassured himself, determined to carry out the remainder of his plans. He threw himself into the kitchen, preparing the white mushroom risotto that was a part of the day's intended feast. He also took the time to bake a batch of vanilla cupcakes, accompanied by some smooth vanilla frosting, knowing full well that they were your absolute favorite.

To maintain the element of surprise, Sanji had orchestrated a diversion, sending Nami and Robin with you to explore the island and take you shopping. While you were away, he set the mushroom risotto to cook.

A burst of chaos erupted. A group of pirates attempted to invade the Thousand Sunny, forcing Sanji and the rest of the crew to respond swiftly and protect the ship. They defeated the intruders with little difficulty, but the time they spent dealing with the pirates allowed a thick cloud of smoke to billow from the kitchen, signaling the unfortunate demise of the risotto.

Sanji's irritation was palpable as he surveyed the scene, shaking his head in disbelief, feeling that the day couldn't possibly get any worse. Sanji frantically ransacked his brain, searching for any way to save the day. His thoughts fell on the dessert, the precious cupcakes that he had so carefully baked and topped with vanilla frosting – a beacon of hope among the challenges he had faced. He was determined to make the best of the situation.

Opening the fridge with a sense of urgency, he reached for the cupcakes to complete the last piece of the puzzle, breathing a sigh of relief at the prospect of redeeming the day. But as he gazed inside, the heart-wrenching sight that met his eyes left him in disarray. The cupcake tray lay in shambles, its contents devoured or strewn about the fridge. Bits and pieces of cupcake mingled with the remnants of vanilla frosting, an explosive mess. 

The scene left him in an absolute state of distress, a mix of desperation and rage surging through him. In a frantic panic to salvage what remained, Sanji sifted through the wreckage of cupcakes and frosting, hoping and praying for a glimmer of hope. To his relief, he managed to retrieve a single uneaten cupcake from the scene.

He rushed to create a fresh batch of frosting, working quickly to decorate the lone cupcake with as much care as he could muster. Time was of the essence as he put the final touches on his makeshift dessert before you returned to the Thousand Sunny, his commitment to making your birthday special unshaken despite the day's unexpected setbacks.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the night sky with its final hues and casting shimmering stars, you finally returned to the Thousand Sunny. Nami and Robin, who knew Sanji's surprise plans for your birthday, had directed you to meet him in the kitchen for your special birthday dinner. Filled with anticipation, you hurriedly made your way to the kitchen, your mind racing with thoughts of the foods Sanji might have prepared to celebrate your special day.

With anticipation, you swung open the door, your eyes brimming with excitement. However, the sight that greeted you was unexpected. A single candle cast a soft, gentle glow, bathing the kitchen in a warm luminescence. In the faint light, you could just make out Sanji, who held a single cupcake, his nervousness obvious.

He approached you, nervously carrying the cupcake, his voice trembling as he began to explain. "I, uh, had this whole plan to make the perfect day for you. I was going to start with breakfast in bed, and then, well, we should have been on the beach by now for dinner, but, you see, everything got ruined," he stammered, his nerves taking over.

A tender smile graced your lips as you observed the cupcake and the flickering candle. With a gentle exhale, you leaned forward and closed your eyes, extinguishing the candle's flame with your breath. The darkness momentarily silenced Sanji's rambling, enveloping the two of you in a quiet moment.

He resumed his explanation with a touch of regret, "I'm really sorry that I couldn't do more for you—"

But before he could finish, you silenced him, leaning in and enveloping him in a sweet, tender kiss. Breaking the kiss, you offered your soft and heartfelt response, "Sanji, this is absolutely perfect." 

Sanji, if visible in the dark, would be seen blushing profusely, a deep crimson hue painting his face. He stood there, frozen, almost as if the kiss had rendered him momentarily speechless. However, your soft laughter broke through the quiet air. He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself, and cautiously diverted the conversation, “Uh, so, what did you wish for?”

In response, you playfully teased, “That's for me to know and for you to find out,” a smile evident in your voice.

Sanji laughed softly, the tension dissolving, “Yeah, forgot the whole ‘keep your wish a secret’ thing.” He suggested wine, and upon your agreement, he navigated the darkened kitchen to retrieve a bottle of red wine and glasses. Leading you to the deck of the Thousand Sunny, he settled by your side. Pouring wine into glasses, he presented one to you. You both indulged in your birthday cupcake, savoring every bite of the sweet delight, washing it down with the wine. 

As the night deepened, the ambiance aboard the Thousand Sunny grew more peaceful. The night sky above was decorated with shimmering stars. Wrapped in the serene embrace of the night, you and Sanji continued to enjoy each other's company, sipping wine, laughter reverberating across the deck, leading to a comforting and intimate scene, the passage of time marked by the emptying wine bottle.

As you both sat on the deck, the necklace, a masterpiece of intricate craftsmanship, lay cradled in his hand, its radiant topaz gem gleaming in the sunlight. Sanji leaned closer, his voice tender and filled with affection, as he said, "I have a little something for you," He then gently placed the necklace around your neck, letting the cool touch of the gem grace your skin. It sparkled brightly, a reflection of the joy and admiration in his eyes as he fastened the clasp. 

You couldn't help but gasp in surprise as Sanji presented the topaz necklace. Its elegance was striking, and you were taken aback by the thoughtful gesture. The gem sparkled against the warmth of the moonlight, and as he delicately secured the clasp around your neck, you felt the smooth, cool touch of the gem against your skin. Overwhelmed by the beauty of the necklace and touched by his heartfelt gesture, you turned to him with a beaming smile, expressing your gratitude. "Sanji, it's stunning," you said, touched by the thoughtful gift. "Thank you so much. It's perfect."

Lying side by side, gazing up at the star-studded sky, the gentle ocean breeze whispered secrets of the sea as the ship bobbed steadily. As sleep began to claim the night, you nestled into a comfortable position, resting your head on Sanji's chest. He planted a soft, tender kiss on your forehead. "Happy birthday," he whispered, his voice barely audible amidst the night's calm, before succumbing to sleep beside you.

[anadiasmount]

miami night's - christian pulisic x reader.

a sum of the story! : growing up to your parent's expectations, you were told what to do, how you were going to live your life. what happens when one night you break the rules for a man you just met?

warning this contains smut... so if you're a minor step away. it's my first time writing smut and genuinely something like this so please be kind! I'd also appreciate some feedback. enjoy! ❣❣

WC: 5.4K (18+ content)

Masterlist

Miami. Miami held a special place in you. You had been going there since childhood, all the way to now during your senior year in Uni. You enjoyed taking long walks by the shore, picking up small shells that you've gradually collected over the years, and taking pictures of the blue water and the to-die-for sunsets. It is where you've had a near-death experience by almost drowning, but also special memories like going for boat rides and surfing.

You had stayed in the States for your first two years of Uni studying to become a fine architect like your dad. It wasn't up to you, you had to follow his footsteps or you'd be a dishonor to the family. Your family went decades upon decades as architects, building and making some fine homes, buildings, and businesses. You didn't want to do that though, you wished and prayed that one day they’d realize how hard the pressure was to live up to the last name.

You had two older brothers, they have their families and are known quite around for making their work be known, but you, you weren't near their level. Mostly because part of you loved to make things harder for them. You just wanted to go out and live life how you dreamed. Due to your family’s name and reputation, you became such an introverted person. No matter how hard you tried to be “different”, they wouldn't find it professional of you.

You wanted the late-night drives with friends, travel around the globe, the skiing trip in Aspen, read books on a cold night as you felt the heat of a bonfire, and become a different person than the one they set you to be. You wanted freedom.

You had your group of friends that stuck with you since day one, two are engaged and going to start law school in the fall, your other girlfriend was going to begin her years in medical school in December, and one was going to become a professional dancer, and you well a said to be an architect. You wanted to become a journalist and have the world know of your passion to write a novel one day. No one knew of this, of course just your friends, if your family knew they freak.

During your third year of Uni, it took some convincing but you made the move to study abroad in the UK. Promising that you went for school, and school only. You loved it, the experiences of going out, looking at the different historical monuments, and taking holidays to Germany and Spain. You were living the life of the party, you could get used to that, but the States held a special place in your heart.

While in school in London, you made the decision to design and build out your dream home by the beach in Miami, a plan and idea only you knew. A house that you could visit and escape reality from. The dream home where you could wake up to smell the ocean breeze, tie up the beachy waves in your hair, and walk to shore to write your novel. It's what you had set to finish before working with your dad’s firm. A home one day you may take your kids to, for them to enjoy their time off. You invested and it was built secretly to your name, no one knew besides you. Receiving the keys shortly after arriving back.

Graduation was a true and humbling experience. But the feeling of relief of not having to take finals, go out with your dad on the weekends, and overall stay at your small dorm of yours was so soothing. You had promised your mom you’d stay the summer with her in their house in Miami. Before moving out to an apartment in Downtown Miami. It was the first couple weeks in which you realized you hated living with them. You were constantly asked what you were doing, where you were going, and why you were being so lazy instead of helping out. You never argued back, but your mom was always there to hold and hug you while you silently friend.

“Y/n? Your dad wants you in his study,” you heard your older brother Ryan say, knowing on your bedroom door. You rolled your eyes, and stood up, quickly throwing on an oversized t-shirt. You roamed through the kitchen to find a bottle of water, quickly taking a sip before knocking on the door of your dad’s study. “Come in.”

You stood by the door, crossing your arms behind you, waiting for him to speak. “Sit. I’d like to discuss something with you.” You knew that meant trouble, trouble for you, but a marvelous plan for him. You’d get used to the disappointment over time, but it never did get easier. You walked over and sat on the leather chair that faced him over his desk. Your dad's glasses hung low on his nose, looking at your choice of outfit. “Could’ve made yourself more presentable. It's almost one pm.”

“Dad!” you groaned, quickly becoming irritated, but he just shrugs it off. “I was discussing with Ryan, and Luke about our opening party for the new hotel in Downtown. Your mother will be assisting you, but you're in charge of decorating, and planning out the event. I just forwarded the invite list. Please don’t waste any time and get to work quickly. I hate being disappointed,” he urged.

Your jaw clenched, eyes wanting to pop out of their sockets. “You have a week, and I mean when I say I don’t want to be disappointed.” you wanted to refuse, to tell him to find someone else, that you're tired of working for him, but instead you brushed back the angry tears and nodded, standing up to walk out. “Anything else I should know?” you quietly said, afraid of your voice breaking.

“You're dismissed.”

You sighed and walked over to your mom’s office, where she gave you a sympathizing smile when opening the door. “I'm sorry sweetie. I just found out today as well. Let’s just help each other out. Maybe you can invite your friends over to help us too. I already did the catering, you can start off by making the invitations and forwarding them over to Luke so he can send them out.” And so you do.

Over the next few days, your mom grows worried when you're just sitting there quietly, not making any conversation or noticing her at all. You look unhappy. You are unhappy. But you knew if you told her, she’d rat you off to your dad, and that's the last thing you needed. She’d take notice of how shy and fragile you look. But you continued to work to make your dad satisfied. “Are you okay Y/n?” your mom asked, but you shrugged it off, “I'm fine. Let's quickly finish here, yeah?”

She did just that. After finishing decorating the tables by securing the silk fabric, placing the glasses, plates, and utensils, and positioning name cards on every table, you went to the mall and picked out a gown for the evening, having a self-care day after the week you had. You treated yourself well, happy with your purchases before heading off home for the day that was held for you tomorrow.

Your black gown was staring at you after you finished your hair and makeup. A smokey eye look and false lashes made you look sexy. You felt sexy and empowering. You went over and picked up the silk material before sliding it over your body. The dress hugged your curves, and the heels elongated your legs giving you the model look. Your family waited for you, your heels clicking against the floor as you placed your gold watch on, a gift from your friends. “You look beautiful Y/n!” your mom gasped, kissing your cheek before guiding you to the car.

You greeted the different guests, hugging old friends of your parents, helping them find their assigned seating, and assuring food would be out quickly. Putting them first over you. You were chatting with your friends, discussing going out after the event tonight, which was needed. You wanted to have drinks and wake up with the most raging hangover.

You shut your eyes annoyed when you heard your dad call you over, “Y/n! Come here for a second sweetie.” He only called you sweetie when it was a client he was interested in having, wanting them to believe in the perfect family title. You excused yourself from your friends, feeling their eyes as you walked over to your family. “Yes Dad?” you asked respectfully, shaking the hands of a blonde woman, and her husband, and then finally a young man close to your age.

You could've sworn you felt butterflies as you stared at his brown eyes. He was attractive, making you feel insecure and intimate with his gaze. “I’m Christian, a pleasure to finally meet you,” instead of shaking your hand, he placed a small kiss on the back of your hands, making your cheeks burn crimson. You smiled at him, shifting your weight from one leg to another, “Likewise Christian, I’m Y/n.”

You stood there quietly hearing your family talk about how they started their business, how they built the new place, and your dad’s career mostly, but what got you intrigued is when he mentioned your name. Christian voice was filled with curiosity, wanting to hear you speak again, “Your dad mentioned you recently graduated. Will you work with him, or what are your plans?”

You looked over to your dad who held almost a frustrated face, your brothers sending you a “don't fuck this up for us” look. “I just graduated! I will be working with him after the summer ends. We have some definite plans of wanting to design and convert something together. I just want to enjoy a bit of time for myself before reality kicks in,” you joked, making them laugh. “Enjoy it, sweetie, because once you become an adult there is no going back,” Christian’s mom said.

You noticed new people were arriving, so you took the time to excuse yourself from the fierce setting. You locked eyes with Chrisitan one more time, feeling goosebumps as you observed his freckled skin and curly hair, god he was sexy. Especially with the suit he was wearing. “If you'd excuse me, I’m going to greet some people that came in. Make sure they settle in okay.”

You didn't look back, just making sure one of your dad's old clients was taken care of. After sharing a few laughs and conversations with your friends you went to take a quick breather outside. You didn’t tell anyone, just wanting some space and peace. You hated these types of events, acting like the perfect daughter to please them. You were shy and reserved, only speaking when the attention was advertised to you. It's what you were taught.

“You okay?” you let out a small gasp, turning over to see Christian again. This time his coat was off, his white button-up undone from the top, and his sleeves giving you a first-hand look at his tattoos. You swallowed and became nervous all over again. “I'm okay. Just needed some time before going back in there,” you said, offering a reassuring smile. He chuckled and joined you, standing dangerously close to you.

“In that case, I'll join you. Events like this aren't my cup of tea,” you gave him a small laugh, “Believe me, I'm on the same page.”

“You look beautiful. Nearly tripped when I saw you…” Christian admitted, watching how your eyes slightly widen at his words, the small blush creeping against your cheeks despite wearing blush already. “Thank you, Christian,” you were speechless, should you say he looked handsome?

“Back there I asked you if you were planning to work with your dad. But I sensed a small hesitation. So I’ll ask you again, what are your plans? Not his, but yours…” you let out a nervous chuckle. Christian read your cards right, and he wanted to know more about you, what you liked and disliked. He wanted to spend the evening with you, break the rules and let you loose.

Was this a test your dad had sent him to you? Or was he genuinely interested in you? You’ve had your share of men wanting to know about you, spend a night with you. You’ve had sex once, never had a boyfriend, who would be interested in you? Why was he interested in you? You overthinking thoughts crossed.

“I want to become a writer. Write my novel, and travel to see the world. I had the chance to go abroad last year, and I miss it. Got to visit places I dreamed of going to as a kid. I don’t want to work with my dad. Or his firm at all. I want to make a name for myself, not the one they’re trying to produce,” you confessed, watching as his hand interlocked with your shaky one. His thumb delicately brushed against your knuckles, assuring you he was right there. How could this handsome, well sexy, stranger make you feel this way? Hot and bothered?

“Tell me more about you Y/n. I want to hear all of it.”

And so you did. You told him about your dream to become an author, explaining how Miami was home to you for so long. You told him about your group of friends, sharing jokes that made him let out deep chuckles, you even went on to tell him about the house you built not too long ago. He told you about his career, his life here in the States, and how he admires his family and friends over anything. Not once spilling out a single lie. You trusted him, as much as he trusted you.

“Take me there, I’d love to see the house. Let's get out of here and continue the night together,” he whispered, nodding his head back to the party inside, “It’s not that easy. They’ll be mad if I do…” you say, turning away from him. Reality set in. Realizing how just as long you’d been out here for. But no one came looking for you. “Can I be honest with you?” Christian said you averted your eyes back to him, his hand brushed against your cheek, tucking a curl behind your ear, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

“I haven’t had this much fun in so long. I needed to have this night, like this. I confide in you, and I want to be near you. You intrigue me a lot Y/n… I just hope you feel the same way, or else I just made a fool out of myself,” he revealed. You let out a shaky breath, feeling his forehead rest against yours. Despite meeting just a couple of hours before, you felt a sense of comfort and safety in his arms. “Wait for me outside. I'll be there in ten minutes okay?” you whispered against his lips, you tested the waters and kissed the corner of his mouth before standing up.

He watched with dark and intrigued eyes as you returned to the party. You made up a lie about not feeling well to your parents. Feeling like you were going to throw up and wanting rest. Of course, your dad caught on but he was with friends, so there was nothing he could say. You told your friends, wanting someone to at least know where you’d be, and they couldn't help but tease you, ushering on to go get your “man”. “Don’t worry about us! Go and enjoy yourself Y/n! Don’t look back.”

Your heels clicked against the concrete, hearing Christian footsteps following you up the stairs of your beach home. “This is it,” you unlocked the door and faced yourself with a family feeling of home. You watched how he silently stared at your home, the long and tall ceilings, the many windows on the wall, the antique furniture, the picture frame of your favorite memories, and the bookshelf near the TV mount. “You designed all this?” he couldn’t help but ask.

He stared at you, watching you nod, and walk over to the kitchen where his jaw drops open, “Holy shit. This is so beautiful Y/n,” you silently patted yourself on the back proudly. He was the first few people that came in here. The only people coming here first were your friends and the construction crew. “You're one of the few people that have seen this place. Not even my family knows about this.”

“I feel honored. Truly, this is amazing work love.” The word love made you almost fold. The way it rolled off his tongue to you. It had you wanting to hear more because you knew he was capable of doing so. “Do you want a drink? I have some beers and other beverages?” you offered, he nodded and settled with a Corona, you having the same. You showed him different parts of the house but upstairs was still unknown to him. You were sitting outside just having meaningful and deep conversations. He told you more of him, even admitting some of the things he said he didn’t tell anyone. You were falling for this man already? Is this what it felt like to like someone? The feeling of security with him didn't leave you, but now there was an elephant in the room that was being discussed. “How did you handle relationships like that? You know, with having a dad like that?”

“I've never been in love. I’ve never had a boyfriend,” you sadly smiled. “I've spent my whole life just living up to their expectations. Having a boyfriend to them was a sign that you were ready to settle down and began your family. Which I’m not prepared for. There is still so much I want to encounter, and having that commitment right now scares me…” you confessed. “This is all new to me Chris… I never bring people here, let alone have talks like I have with you… I have trust issues…” you continued.

Despite sitting outside on the steps that faced the beach, he moved closer to you, grabbing your chin gently facing towards him. “We might've just met. But this feels so, so, so right. Being here with you. If you’d let me I’d prove to you how much you’re worth. Because the woman I see in front of me is beautiful, a pure soul, with talent, and smart. You already have set with what you want to do with your life, and you should. A little love never hurts anyone, and I want to earn your trust,” Christian hummed at the end, now grabbing your cheek, and wiping a small tear that let out.

“I trust you, Christian,” was all you said before crashing your lips against his. His hand now rests on the back of your head, while yours is placed flat on his chest. You kissed him fervently, his soft lips molding against yours. He tasted sweet despite having some beers, and when your tongues began to fight for dominance, he let out a soft groan that made you want to clench your thighs together. “So sweet Y/n…” he whispered.

The sexual tension grew, now feeling as his big hands went behind you to unzip your dress, he kissed along your jaw, leaving a wet trail that made you throw your head back in pleasure. Chrisitan continued kissing down to your bare collarbone, biting the skin and leaving a small mark behind. “You feel perfect against me,” his voice deep. He gripped your waist and felt your clothed nipples as you kissed him back passionately. His hands traveled close to your ass, where he gripped it gently which made you let out a small moan against his mouth. “God the way you sound,” Christian groaned before diving back and kissing you.

You wanted more, you needed more. His touch and taste were addicting. “Christian…” you panted, your small hands making their way up to grab his face. You swallowed before interlocking eyes with him. “Yes, baby? Tell me what you need…” he replied, one of his hands delicately drawing shapes on your spine. “I want you to kiss me…” you say.

He listens. Tasting your cherry-coated lips, his tongue finding its way back inside your mouth, hearing as you whimper as he devoured you. “What else…” Instead of replying you took off his shirt, watching over the small moles that decorated against his skin. You looked up as you kissed over them, watching him throw his head back. You place a small trail of kisses up to his throat where you see him gulp deeply, awaiting your next move. Your thumbs brushed against his nipples, “God your hands are like silk, Y/n. Already can't get enough,” you smiled innocently before unbuckling his belt. You felt his cock harden against his black Calvin Klein boxers. “Now we're even…” you refer to being only in your black lacy bra and thong.

He picked you up, your arms wrapping around his upper shoulders as you let out a small giggle. He placed you on your bed, watching you with hungry eyes at your almost naked figure, Christian felt lucky. “You have such a beautiful body. One I’m going to take my time to kiss and mark on. Will you let me do that? Hm?” he asked you while dipping his head into the crook of your neck, feeling as you let out a breath. All you could do was nod, but he wasn't taking silence as an answer. “I have to hear you say it. I won't touch you unless I hear you say it.”

“Touch me, Christian. Kiss me. Mark me. Just do something please,” you begged. Christian nodded and went between your legs, feeling your legs wrapped around his, your clothed pussy brushing against his clothed cock. His hands went behind you to unclasp your bra, where he slowly kissed around your shoulder, before diving his mouth to your nipple. You let out a shaky moan, feeling his tongue flatly pressed against the sensitive nub before flicking it and sucking with his teeth and lips. His hand comes up to play with your other breast, giving the same undivided attention.

He looked at you, having you under his mercy. He kissed along your ribcage before licking his way down to your navel. Your attention quickly returned to him. You sat up on your elbows, awaiting his next moves, now feeling nervous and shy. “Don’t… whatever is racing through your head isn't true…” he kissed your hip bone. “No one has ever done it… What you're about to do…” you admitted.

“Then I’ll be the first. I need to taste you, baby. I can feel you dripping… I'll be gentle,” Christian reassured you, kissing your lips again, before diving back in between your legs. You felt his stubble kiss along your inner thighs, teasing you, you moaned when his face came close to your heated area. “Kiss me..” you let out a breath, just wanting to feel his tongue against you. “Kiss you where baby? Here?” he went back to kiss your thighs, where you groaned. You shook your head, growing tired of his teasing. “Here, baby…” you pointed at your clothed pussy.

You felt his shoulder flex against the back of your things, watching how he placed your thong to the side before kissing your clit gently. Your lips trembled, biting your bottom lip as you felt place his tongue against you. He pulled you closer and began to eat you out. You moaned, grabbing and tugging his curls, wanting to pull on something as you felt his warm tongue against you. Your back arched as he began to gently flick the bundle of nerves, feeling wetter as you felt him groan. “You're so incredibly sweet, I need more…” he said.

He gave your clit so much attention, that your back arched once again when you felt him place his tongue inside you, his brown eyes watching you as you do so, your nipples completely erect. “Chris… You feel so good… how are you so good at this?” you wailed, your fingers circling your nipple to enhance the pleasure even more. “That’s it baby… play with your nipple and watch me eat this pussy…” he dove back in, feeling your thighs close around him. He spread your legs and began to dig his head deeper into you. You felt the sudden intrusion of his two long and thick fingers inside you, “Fuck. Oh god… Keep going, don’t stop,” you moaned.

“I want you to come for me. I want to watch you come around my fingers, Y/n. Can you do that?” you nodded quickly, feeling his tongue begin flicking your clit again. He pumped and worked his fingers inside you quicker now, feeling how tight you were. “So tight baby, I wonder how my cock will feel inside you…”

He continued the same momentum, bringing you to your high where you cry out his name. He continues to suck and pump his fingers inside you after cumming, beginning to feel a bit overstimulated… “Chris… I want you to fuck me now…” He stops what he’s doing, stands up, and kisses you. The taste of yourself is present, your hands remove his boxers watching his cock spring out. Your eyes widen at his size, feeling smaller than before. “Look so innocent baby. Are you sure you want me to fuck you?” he asks. “Yes. Please fuck me,” you beg.

He smirks and lays you back down, fully removing his boxers, he looks down at your wet cunt, your cum seeping through, he groans and picks up some of your wetness before pumping his dick with it, using it as lube. The sight had you going over and playing with yourself, your fingers drawing small circles to relieve the agony. He removes your fingers, licking over them before resting your hands with one hand above your head.

Both of you watch his cock seep inside you. You let out a small breath… before looking at Christian's face that has pleasure over. His brows pulled together, biting his lip. “So tight and so wet Y/n…” he moans, “Can I keep going?”

“Keep going?” you look back down and notice only half of his cock was in, he smirks before looking at your innocent face all over again. You nod and give him consent, and he slowly begins to drill deep inside you. Your walls clench around him, where he sizzles in almost pain, he notices you frown concerned, “I’m okay baby, just feels so good. I knew your pussy would feel this good around me… Taking me like a good girl you are” Christian praises you.

“You can move…” you say and he lets go of your wrists, watching as your small palms rest against his strong biceps, which you dig your nails into. He begins to slowly thrust out and then go back in, the sight of his abs clenching has you moaning. He finds a correct wave of pleasure for both of you, quickly finding the spot inside you that makes you turn your head to the side and cry out in pleasure. “Eyes on me baby… I need to see your face while I make you come…”

“You're so big, Christian… I can feel you right here…” You place your palm against your abdomen, where he moans in pleasure. “That deep baby?”

You moan out as he picks up his pace, feeling his long and thick cock guided against your wet walls. He leans down and kisses you, wanting to taste your sweet lips. “So perfect baby, doing so good for me…”

“Are you going to come for me Y/n? Gonna come on this cock,” you moan out a yes, kissing his stubbled jaw that tickles you. He grabs your hips, watching as your hands tug on the white sheets below you. He feels in heaven, your warm walls swallowing his cock just like he imagined, the noises you let out reassuring him it wasn’t a dream and it was real. His thrusts were more quicker but still gentle like he had said, your eyes shut, “I'm going to cum Christian… I need to. You're making me feel so fucking good…”

You're at the rim of the glass at how close you were to cumming but you whined when he warned you to wait for him, “Wait for me… I'm almost there baby… Want to cum with you…” You leaned up and kissed him, letting his weight drop against you, your sweaty bodies now closer than ever. The small beads of sweat gilded against his freckled skin, his curls messed up at the way you tugged at them. He stared at your plump and swollen lips, picturing how they would look around his cock.

Chrisitan leaned his head down to your ear, thrusting harder inside you that had you moaning loud, “Cum for me love… Cum all over for me….” He felt you clench against him, his orgasm running with yours. You could've sworn you felt his warm ropes of cum inside you, as his thrust began to falter. He kissed you, smiling when you smiled against his lips, “You okay?”

You hummed muttering out, “Im okay… Feeling tired though…”

“Don’t fall asleep on me now… I have to care for you. Make sure you're nice and clean before we go to bed…” Christian said. He let you know he was going to pull out, and you suddenly felt empty. He picked you up and pulled you into the steamy hot shower, where he washed your hair and body. You return the favor, the loofa gliding against his skin, you drawing small shapes on his tattoos, and him watching you with the biggest grin on his face.

You decide to sleep naked… Not having many clothes here just yet. You told him to sleep in the guest room together, feeling lazy and tired to change the sheets. He held you close, your head on his chest, feeling his nails rake against your arm. But during the night, he somehow ended up on top of you. His curls are messy against your shoulder, and his tattooed arm is around your waist. You felt at home again.

You stir quietly, still feeling the weight on top of you. You don’t know how you manage but you get up and use the restroom. Drawing your hair up in a messy bun and washing your face and teeth. You put on a bra and underwear, going back into the room where Chrisitan continues to sleep. You grab his shirt from last night and button a few buttons. It’s early, maybe six in the morning? But you stare at the man who you now want to spend the rest of your life with.

You kiss his forehead, knowing he can’t hear you but you whisper, “I'm going to make up some breakfast… Come join me when you wake up…” You quietly hop down the stairs into the kitchen you designed from scratch. You make some coffee and rest on the small island that faced the windows outside to the beach. Watching the first lights of morning awakening, you feel his hands wrap around you… “I saw you washed my clothes, and I had wondered where my shirt went…”

He kisses you and says good morning… he pours a cup of coffee and nudges you to go outside to watch the sunrise together. “Give me a second, just going to grab my phone,” he kisses your forehead and walks outside. You pick up your purse and grab your phone. You carry your mug in your left hand while you unlock the phone with your right, only to be met with a message from your father. Your heart sinks, and the feeling of being uncovered overcomes you. Christian notices and asks if you're okay, seeing as you become pale. He looks at the message in your hand, his eyes widening just a bit.

From Dad:

I hope you have a good explanation as to why you’re not home and “resting”, Y/n. You lied to me and your mom. When the fuck were you going to tell me about this home you built here? Why was I not aware of this plan?

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Fire's Your Friend ~ — Billy Burn x GN!Reader

Description: You meet your boyfriend Billy after weeks of radio silence. Luckily, he's still the bastard you know and love.

# No Request

# A.N: I wrote this before I watched the film and it's been rotting in my notes LOL!!! enjoy

Media: Burn [ 2019 ]

Character: Billy Burn

Tags: Events Take After Burn, Established Relationship, Slightly Suggestive? If You Squint, Flirting, Fluff, Kissing, Sweet Talk + Reader is !GN.

Warnings: Mentions of Blood/Injury, Smoking

TOS. Billy Burn Master List {TBW}

The sunset was red in the clouds and cold, ill air was sinking into the emptying lot, while a few silent pedestrians roamed to watch the light flee, it was still lonley in your eyes. 

Billy's lighter was busy in your hands, as you found mindless entertainment in flicking the steel trap and running your fingertips in it's maze-like design. Though, toying with a relic from a phantom wasn't widowing away your impatience.

You cupped your face reluncantly due to the ice trailing on your cheeks as nighttime brimmed into the silent square. The wild, warm colors from buzzing advertisements and wasping vehicles flickering like holiday lights on a street a few yards away (which were walled with barbed wire) hadn't even distracted you, since your cocky companion was fresh in your mind. 

You set the lighter ablaze, eyes fixed on the fire. It reminded you of your life, reminded you of the outside, reminded you of Billy. He was so dangerous, yet you found yourself on his porch every night enjoying his company. Though, you hadn't entirely gotten used to his trips. He'd pack nothing but a few dollars for gas, a firearm and some fake ID from God knows where. You prayed he'd come back in one piece, hopefully not with mobs on his tail. 

"Don't you know it's dangerous to put fire so close to your face?" A voice said with a wry chuckle. "Or, is it nothing you've felt before?" Billy, with a great sigh, sat next to you. He looked breathless, as if he had ran a marathon, twice. Relief filled your bones and you felt weak already, "Billy." 

Then, your eyes flickered wildly. 

He turned his head, revealing his scarlet soaked side glittering under the moonlight. 

"Oh, my God. Is that blood? Billy—" Your concern was icy. Billy immediately tensed and shook his head, 

"It's nothing. It doesn't hurt, it's just . . . there." He assured with a sloppy attempt to grap your shoulder. "It's been a while." 

You knew he had a short fuse, and he looked tired enough. You bit back another pester, "Yeah, it has." 

Billy's warm grasp shock your fingertips as he gently took his lighter back, purposely caressing your hand just to tease. To your annoyment (and his amusement), it had worked and you felt your face warm. Billy sighed and eyed a pack of cigarettes slipping out your pocket. He then shook his lighter in front of you, "Mind giving me a smoke?" 

You laughed softly. "Really? You want me to do it for you—again?" Billy groaned playfully, throwing his head back lightly with a low giggle. He then teased, "It's been a long night. And I'm just so tired, you can give me some hospitality, can't you?" Billy added. "I know you're soft for me." 

"Careful now." You ruffled his hair affectionately, "I'm just lighting a cigarette." You set the cigarette between his curved lips and you lightly pushed him upwards, nails trailing down blue jacket. He chuckled again, gaze softening. "Don't leave me waiting."

"You've left me waiting for a week." You remarked with a waving the lighter in circles. "I can go as slow as I want to, but I won't—at least not tonight anyway." and you began sparking flashes of firelight on the edge of the coffin nail. 

He held back another chuckle behind the smoke, already melting into your touch and leaning more foward than he needed to. Smoke filled the air, and after a long inhale, you pulled the cigarette back and let him flood his pent out exhaustion with the most fragile exhale you've ever heard in your life. You flared as he brought himself dangerously close, "I missed that. Smoking didn't feel worth it without you when I was away, I couldn't bring myself to do it." 

"Were you feeling sendamental or do you not know how to light a cig anymore?" You quizzed. His cheeks flushed with another cocky smile. You ran your fingers across his red face, which had earned a massive flinch. Your pressure eased and you reeled your fingertips down to his chin.

Billy sighed, speaking between the smoke as his eyes domesticated into something soft. "You know, fire isn't so bad. Hot, dangerous, pretty." 

"Are you seriously talking about yourself?" You couldn't help but giggle, tucking his slick locks between his ears as you melted into his gaze. 

"Am I wrong?" He teased and you felt his fingertips lightly trace across your cheek. Billy signaled you to take the cigarette back, and he blew a cloud into your face with a devious chuckle. You coughed, "Dick." 

He rubbed his neck, "Sorry, I couldn't resist. It's funny seeing your face get all sour like that." and he planted a sweet kiss on your forehead — delicate and short as it was, it still made you feel all fuzzy. Billy noticed, "I'm sorry I've been so absent. There's been so much on my ass and . . . God, I'm sorry." 

"Look, look it's okay." You hushed. "I'm just glad you came back in one piece," Then, you mumbled, "But, you seriously need to tell me what happened to you." 

He said slowly, "Gas station." 

"A gas station? Is that—all you're going to tell me." 

"If you light me another, I'll give you three more words for context." He offered. And you didn't even think about resisting.

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Broken Belts

Summary: Of course, the one day you decide to take it out for a spin, your classic car decides the repairs you were avoiding need immediate maintenance. Leading to you needing to head to a garage to fix them.

Oneshot

Fluff, Strangers to Dating, Fast burn?

Possible Warning?: Referring to a car as ‘Baby’.

Word Count: 4,956

‘Old-School’ Mechanic! Younghoon X Reader

[Long a/n w/info to go: If you’re changing your serpentine belt when it’s past due as you will do here, pls change the pulleys too- but rn you will not do that :) Very simplified car terminology: crankshaft: rotates pistons which runs the engine, alternator: keeps the battery charged, power steering: helps you turn easily, idler: keeps the engine running while it’s ‘sitting’, and water pump runs water throughout the system. Serpentine belt: The belt that keeps all the pulleys (that are attached to above terms) in time with each other, can be one or multiple. In this fic there will be two: A power steering serpentine belt & an air conditioning belt. Lastly, the two cars featured are a: ‘70 Boss 302 Mustang and a ‘71 Maverick. Lastly but not least; a special thanks to @jinkoh for helping inspire another Younghoon fic.].

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You knew better. You swore you knew better, but even with the loud squealing of the serpentine belt, you still kept driving it. Because, of course, it wouldn’t break before you had time to change it. After all, it was just the first few days of summer. You wanted to enjoy the weekend with your Boss 302 Mustang, whether or not it was screaming. You’d replace them during the week when you had the time, but this was the first weekend, so it’d be fine. Your air conditioning had been malfunctioning recently, but in your mind, it was because the car was fifty-some years old. You just rolled the windows down and enjoyed the weather. Maybe, if it was a newer car, the computer would be screaming at you now to see a specialist. But that was the pleasure of older cars. You never had to deal with extra lights telling you the exact mileage when to do things. You could do it at your leisure, and like the serpentine belt, you’d fix it at your leisure.

So, with that thought in mind, at the turn of the green light, you slammed on the gas, the car roaring as you sped down the route ten miles over the speed limit. Your car needed to feel the breeze, even if it meant a ticket. You laugh as you continue down the sunset strip. It feels good to be behind the wheel after two seasons of waiting. You make it through two more green lights before hitting another red light. You pout and wait for it to turn green as you notice you're the only one waiting at the intersection. When the light changes, you get on it again, flying through the intersection. 

You start turning your wheel to follow the curve when you hear a ‘snap’ sound over your radio. Your eyes widen as you lose power steering. Maybe it was good that your daily driver told you when to change things. “No, no, you promised me a nice weekend. Come on, baby.” You gulp as the wheel gets harder to turn. You make it past the curve, throwing your four-ways on, and a hundred feet after it, manage to pull it over onto the side of the road. You check it’s clear before popping the hood, getting out of the car, and shutting the door. You slip your fingers between the grill and opening and move the latch to the side, lifting up the hood, praying it isn’t one of the belts. You raise it until you can put the prop inside the slot. You let the hood rest on it before looking over the engine before locking eyes with the two-belt pulley system. It was the reason why you were avoiding repairing it this weekend. It was rotten to deal with one, but two? That's nightmare fuel. You look at the air conditioning belt and see it’s intact even though it’s dry-rotted. You sigh in relief before checking the power steering belt and watch as it falls off and onto the ground. You look up to the sky before shaking your head, “Well… I definitely can’t make it home, but I can get it to a garage at least.” 

You get on your knees and grab the fallen belt. You check it over to see the clean snap and dry rot. And shake your head again, “There goes my nice weekend.” With a sigh, “I know, I know it’s my fault. I should have fixed you the second I heard your squealing. But I’ll fix you now, baby. It’s okay.” You look for the dimension numbers as you listen to the soft breeze. You hum as you type them on your phone as someone zooms past you reminding you you're still stuck on the road in the middle of nowhere. You lift the hood off the prop, locking it in place. You lower the hood down gently and let it drop the rest of the way. It clicks in place, and you get back inside your car. 

You look up the nearest garages, looking for one with spaces to rent and a mechanic experienced in older automobiles. And luckily, the closest happens to be Younghoon’s Garage, an automotive repair shop. You read further to see he specializes in classic car maintenance and dabbles in the newer stuff. And that he allows for people to rent out garage spaces to work on their car. You sigh in relief. It was going to be okay. You didn’t have to deal with an inexperienced mechanic telling you how to work on your car. Nor did you have to worry about letting someone work on your baby, either. 

You call up the garage and hear the voice of a person around your age answer, “Younghoon’s garage; what can I help you with?” You gulp your nervousness back; it's probably just the mechanic’s son taking the call. “Uh, I need to rent a garage today.” He hums on the other line, “Okay~ I have three available. Feel free to bring your car down any time today before six, or I won’t be able to let you in.” You thank him and tell him you’re two miles away and you’ll be there soon. “Okay, I’ll be waiting!” You hang up and place the belt on the floor. You turn your car over, pressing in the clutch, scolding your car, “Now, don’t give me any more troubles until we get to the shop, baby.” You shift it down to first, release the handbrake, and give it some gas before checking to see it’s clear. You grit your teeth as you turn the wheel to get it on the road before heading to the garage. 

You couldn’t be happier to see the old-fashioned neon sign saying, “Younghoon’s Garage.” You groan as you turn the wheel, putting everything into it just to make it turn left. As you pull in, you see someone leaning against the entryway of a garage door. His hair is slightly in his eyes as he looks down at the ground. He looks up as you get closer, and you see him for the first time. You’ve never seen someone make a gray denim overshirt and white tee look so good. You huff out a breath as he waves you in, walking to the back of the garage. He guides you onto the lift, and if you weren’t struggling behind the wheel, you would have been stunned by his pretty smile. When he motions for you to stop, you tiredly put it into park, putting the handbrake down before turning it off. You shake your hands, getting the feeling back in them after gripping the wheel tightly to maneuver it. 

You open your door and get out to see him waiting for you. He greets you with a warm smile, and you smile back as you shut the door behind you, “Hi, I’m (Y/n).” And he smiles, “Nice to meet you, I’m Younghoon.” You stop your jaw from dropping and tell him it’s nice to meet him, too. You didn’t expect him to be the owner. He looks at your car, “Your belt was squealing.” You sigh, “I know…” He shrugs as he laughs, “Don’t worry, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Did the power steering belt snap? It looked like you were struggling to turn it.” You nod, and he pats your shoulder, “I’m glad you got here safe then.” You sigh, “Me too.” He smiles and tells you, “Anyways, the garage is all yours to use! If you need parts or anything. Feel free to see my office.” He points to the door that leads out of the garage. He gives you one last smile before leaving, and you smile back.

You roll down the garage door, not wanting to deal with the slight breeze blowing inside while you’re working. You prop the hood up and head to the toolboxes, looking for the sockets and wrenches. You take the socket wrench with you and test the sockets against the bolt until you find the right size. And with ease, you loosen the idler pulley. You ratchet it back into place after removing the belt. You read the dimensions and write it down on your phone before heading to Younghoon's office. You open the door and find he’s nowhere to be found. You look down at the counter, trying to figure out what to do. When you see a ripped sheet of notebook paper, “(Y/n), if you need me, I’m in the garage two doors down!” You smile, not expecting his penmanship to be so pretty. You walk out the front door and hear the loud sounds of an air ratchet. You follow them to the garage he told you he’d be in. And see him pulling a back tire off of a Maverick. You take the sight in momentarily before reminding yourself that you’re here to work on your vehicle, not admire the shop owner. You come up to him, and before you can say anything, he rolls the tire up against the wall and sees you first. “Hey, (Y/n)! Whatcha ya need?” You smile, “My belts, but I can wait for you to finish this up.” He shakes his head, wipes his hands off on a white towel, and gets off the roller, “No need! I have another hour to replace the brakes on this Maverick.” You laugh and shrug, “If you say so.” 

He leads you back to the shop, and that’s when you catch the smell of his cologne for the first time. You shake your head; of course, he smells good too. He holds the door open for you and lets you in. He runs his hand through his hair as he asks, “What sizes?” You tell him, and he nods, “I’ll go get them from the back.” You watch him disappear behind the shelving units. He peeks his head out for a second, and you resist smiling about how cute he is as he asks, “Anything else?” You shake your head and tell him, “No, I’m good.” He comes the rest of the way out, and you have to remind your heart that even if looks cute, he’s just doing his job. You thank him as he gently puts them in your hands. He heads out the front door while you head back out the side door to your garage.

After setting the new ones down, you take and toss the old ones into the rubber disposable bin. You find a clean rag and wet it with soap and water to clean off the pulleys. One dirty rag later, everything is cleaned and ready for its new belts. You head to your glovebox and pull out the modified diagram you made when you last replaced the belts. You mutter to yourself, “Next time, I’m getting a serpentine kit, so I only have to fix one belt.” You sigh as you look over your notes before slipping the new power steering belt out of its packaging. You fold and put it away, having already memorized the modified diagram. You slip it underneath the crankshaft pulley, before pulling the belt up to the alternator pulley, and slipping it over it. The easy part is over. You slide it underneath the water pump before moving the belt to where the power steering pulley is to wind it around. You work the belt up to the pulley, and it starts giving you a hard time. It takes two tries before you can muster all of your strength in your hands to force it up and over. You let out a breath of relief and take a break for water, sitting on the shop chair, knowing that the worst belt was over.

You take your time before heading back to the engine. The last step would be easy. All you had to do was get this over and out of this garage, and you’d be set for the next forty to seventy thousand miles if you’d play your cards right. You sigh as you pull the big belt out of its packaging and play with it, debating if your car was worth the trouble. You shake your head, deciding to do it, checking your diagram one last time before slipping the belt under the crankshaft pulley. After several minutes of struggling, you finally get the belt over the idler pulley. You grumble at it before attempting to push it over the a/c pulley. You try several more times but continue to come up short, just getting it to skim the top of it, not being able to push it over. You decide to let it go, thinking it’ll rest on the idler, and you watch as it slips right off both and onto the ground. 

Having enough, you yell at it, “You gotta be kidding me!” You get down on your knees and pull it off the floor as you hear the office door fly open. You look to see Younghoon rushing out, “I heard you yell! Are you okay!?” You glare at the belt, “I’m okay… just mad at an inanimate object.” He chuckles, “You had me worried there.” After a moment, he gently asks, “Can I help?” You give him a look, “Wouldn’t that cost more…” He shakes his head with a laugh as he tells you, “You’ve already spent three hours here. I’ve got my money's worth.” You chuckle, “I guess so. And only if you want to.” He smiles and comes around to the front beside you, “Which belt are you working on?” You pull your diagram out showing him, “The air conditioning belt.” He nods, looking over it as he memorizes it, “Okay, let’s do it together.” 

He rolls his gray sleeves up before holding his hand out for the belt. You hand it over, and he has you switch sides. He reaches his arm down and slips it under the crankshaft pulley. When he lifts his head, he compliments you, “You did well on the other belt!” You thank him, and he lets you pull it over the idler, and with a struggle, you push it over. His arm brushes yours as he reaches for the belt, “You hold it tight on the idler, and I’ll try to push it over the AC, okay?” You nod and clasp your hand over it so it doesn’t move off of the pulley. And with a grunt, he shoves it over, and your jaw drops before you go, “I loosened it up for you.” He looks over at you, and he winks, “Sure.” You look away to hide your fluster making a show of picking up your socket wrench. And he asks, “What size do you have so we can make this job go quicker?” You tell him, and he walks away as you start tightening down the bolts. He leans down beside you, putting his arm inside to tighten the crankshaft pulley. As you bump his side, you look over at him and give him an awkward smile, and he laughs as he does the same. You both continue bumping into each other until it’s all set in place, exchanging little smiles each time. 

Once it’s all seated in place and perfect, he goes, “Start ‘er up!” You grin, and he backs up from the front as you hop inside and turn it over, giving it some gas until it roars. You pop out, and he goes, “Well, it hasn’t come flying off yet. So I think we did a good job.” You smile, “I think so too!” You both get closer, looking over the engine, watching the two belts spin around the pulleys. You step back, and he raises his hand up, you smile as you give him a high five, and he smiles back. You head back inside your car and turn it off. When you pop back out, he asks, “What do you say to takeout?” You blink at him, “Huh?” He tells you, “You’ve been here for almost three and a half hours and haven’t eaten. And I’m quite hungry for dinner. So, what do you say to takeout?” You shake your head, “You don’t have to-” He shakes his head back at you, “No, you’ve worked your ass off to get this thing here, and then you had to struggle with these belts. So what would you like?” You smile, “Something delicious.” He nods, “I know just the place. You get everything cleaned up, and I’ll order, okay?” You nod, “Sounds good.” 

He heads to his office while you put all the tools you’ve borrowed away into their proper places. Throwing the dirty rag into a bucket for rags before heading back to your car and lifting the hood up off the prop, setting that down first before you shut the hood. You head to his office to see him bringing a chair in for you to sit on and hold your hands out, “Got anywhere to wash my hands?” He nods, “Yeah,” he moves from behind his desk and shows you to it. “Feel free to use it how you like.” You nod and give him a small, “Thanks!” You make your way back just as he’s placing the bags of food down. He hears you walking towards him and goes, “Just in time~” You smile and walk over as you figure out whose box is which. 

As you eat, you think about what to say to him. When it hits you, you tell him, “You know, I thought you were an old man.” He tilts his head at you as he leans back, “Why’s that?” You laugh, “You pretty much work only on classic cars. And when you answered, I thought I was talking to the owner's son or something.” He runs his hand through his hair as his lips press together, “Oh, I hope it was a pleasant surprise.” You laugh, “Yeah, it was nice.” He smiles, and after a pause, he says, “You know, we’re a little odd?” You ask, “Why’s that?” And he tells you, “We both like working on old cars.” You shake your head, “I guess we are a little odd.” You both giggle, and he claps his hands together, which makes you laugh even harder. Finding it endearing, the words, “So cute,” slip out before you can stop them. Your eyes go wide, and you quickly look down, digging into your food, acting as if your food made you say it. You don’t see his ears turn red, but you feel his stare on you as you eat, yet he doesn’t say anything. So you figure he just brushed it off. After a few moments of silence, he says, “You know I’ve never worked on a Boss until today.” You gasp, finally looking up at him, “What about ridden in one?” He shakes his head, “Never. Only ever seen them at car shows.” You smile as you tell him, “I guess we’ll have to change that. What do you say we take my car for a test drive after this?” He grins, “I’d like that.” You eat another bite, and he asks, “What do you say to ice cream?” You smile, “I’d like that. It'll be my treat for helping me.” He smiles, “Okay, and I’ll guide you to it while you show me what your baby can do~” You grin, “Okay!” 

When you’ve both finished eating, you clean up your trash and toss it in the can. He clicks the button for the garage and leads you out, “I’ll have to shut from inside, but I’ll guide you off, okay?” You nod and head to your car. Hopping in, you turn it over, checking the door is fully up before you start easing the car off the lift, looking over to the side to see him motioning you. You gulp as you hear your back tires hit the ramp, and he smiles at you, encouraging you to keep going. You get your car off the lift and onto the pavement outside and watch as the garage door shuts in front of you. He comes out of the shop with his keys in hand, and you pop the door open for him, “Hi.” He smiles, “Hi.” You watch as he sinks into the seat, his knees practically to his chest. And you both laugh before you say, “You can put the seat back.” He scoots the chair and leans it back. And with a sigh, he says, “That's a lot more comfortable.” You shake your head, still laughing, “I bet.” Making sure his seatbelt is on, you ask, “Ready?” He smirks, “Born ready.” 

You reverse until you can spin it around and drive onto the main route. Instead of hearing the squealing, you hear the gentle roar of your motor. And he tells you, “It already sounds better.” You smile at him as you shift into first gear, “It does.” You smoothly transition from second to third gear as you get up to speed. He relaxes in the seat as he watches you drive, and you feel excitement as you race down the road. You pat the wheel, “That’s it, baby~” Out of the corner of your eye, you see him smiling at you, “What?” He shrugs his shoulders, “Nothing.” You ask, “You sure?” He smiles, “You just look good behind the wheel.” You blush, “Is that so?” He hums, “Yeah.” He doesn’t say anything else, and you both listen to the radio, unsure of what else to say. 

You shift it into fourth as the speed limit finally reaches seventy. And he lets out a little cheer, and you grin over at him, and he asks, “How fast can it go?” You smirk, “Wanna find out?” He nods excitedly, and you check behind you to see an empty street. You look at him with a smirk before slamming down on the gas and taking off. You watch as you fly up to eighty, quickly hitting ninety. You grin as you push a hundred, “It can go faster if you’re up for it?” As you take a glimpse at him, you see his sparkling eyes, “Hell yeah!” Your grip on the wheel gets tighter as you watch the road more intensely, and just as you hit 110, you see headlights coming towards you. You ease up on the gas as you pout, “We could have hit a hundred and thirty…” Your speed quickly drops, and he says, “Well if it’s any consultation-” You look over at him as your gauge drops back down to a safe seventy, “Hmm?” He grins, putting his hand over your other hand that’s now resting on the shifter, and links his fingers through yours, “That was the coolest experience I’ve had in months!” You giggle at him, “I’m glad you enjoyed it~” He smiles as he tells you, “And we’re about an intersection from the ice cream place.” You grin, “That’s even better news!” You slow down further as you get through the intersection. You notice his hand still over yours and squeeze his fingers as you shift down. He tells you to turn left as you shift into second. With one hand, you spin the wheel left and pull into the ice cream stand. You pull in, put into park, and look at his hand. He gasps as he quickly removes it from yours, and you resist your pout until he says, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was-” You shake your head, “I liked it.” 

You get out of the car and offer him your hand, and he smiles as he links his hand in yours. You order your ice creams and pay for them before heading to the pickup line. You both talk quietly as you wait in front of the window. The person behind the window asks, “One cone and one sundae?” You both nod and take yours and some napkins before walking away, “Where do you want to sit?” He looks at the tree close to the car, “Underneath the tree?” You smile, “Sounds good to me.” You sit side by side underneath the tree while the sun slowly starts setting in the sky, and you ask, “So, what do you like to do for fun?” He smiles, “Watch movies and play video games.” You nod as you eat another bite of ice cream, and he asks, “What about you?” You smile as you tell him before asking, “Got any pets?” His eyes twinkle as he tells you about Bori and shows you photos of her. You grin, “She’s so cute!” He smiles, “The cutest.” 

You two continue talking until you finish your ice cream. You get up together and throw away your trash. “Since you’ve never worked on one or rode in one before. Have you driven one?” He shakes his head no, and you ask, “Do you want to?” He blinks, “Seriously?” You hum before you ask, “You’ve driven a manual before, right?” He nods, and you smile as you hold your keys out to him, “I trust you.” He takes them in his hands, “You sure?” You agree as you head to the passenger side, “It’s not often I get to sit over here.” He looks at you over the roof, “Well, today’s your lucky day then.” You grimace before you say, “Overall, yeah.” He laughs, “Maybe not entirely. But how about right now?” You smirk, “It's better cause you're here.” He laughs as he sits down and shakes his head at you. He has to push the seat back again as you adjust your seat to have a straighter back. You both shut your doors and put on your seatbelts before he looks over at you and turns it over, giving it a little gas before it roars to life. 

He lets up on the handbrake and engages the clutch, letting it slide into first. You watch him as he sticks his tongue out while he pulls out of the parking spot to concentrate. You giggle as you look at him, and he looks over at you and winks. You shake your head, and he pulls onto the road and shifts into second, quickly changing into third, then fourth as he gets it up to seventy. When he’s comfortable driving, no longer concentrating, you bump his hand that’s resting above the shifter. He grins over at you and takes your hand in his, interlocking your fingers. 

You look at your joined hands and wonder how today went from rotten to wonderful. But as you trail your eyes up to his, “It was because of you.” He gives you an odd look, “Huh?” And you smile, “You made my day go from rotten to wonderful.” He squeezes your fingers, “My day was boring before you showed up.” You laugh, “Is that because I gave you something to do?” He shakes his head, “No. It’s not often someone as pretty as you walks into my shop.” You pout, “How often is not often?” He smiles, “Well, considering I’ve only seen you once? Once.” You roll your eyes, “Smooth,” but grin as you watch the streetlights fly past you. 

You let his hand go so he can shift down when you see the shop in the distance. And before your hand can completely part from his, his pinky catches yours. You giggle as he shifts with your hand still partially in his. He slows down and parks in front of the garage you were in before. When you have to get out of the car, it’s his turn to pout as he shuts off your car. “What?” You ask as you shut the door behind you, “I still want to hold your hand.” You laugh as you hold your hand out for him to take again, “Okay.” He takes your hand in his and leads you to the shop door. He unlocks it and turns the light on before walking to his desk and sitting on his shop chair. 

He asks you to sit down in yours, and you do, before you ask, “So, how much do I owe you?” He looks back at you, “I don’t feel like it’s right to charge you after we just went on a date…” You roll your eyes, “Before that, I was just a regular customer.” He shakes his head, “Regular customers are old gearheads…” You laugh, “So does that make me special, or do you invite them to eat dinner with you too?” His face twists up in disgust as you cackle, “Ew…” You ask again, “Anyways, what’s the total?” He sighs, “$80…” You roll your eyes, “The real total…” He shakes his head, “I only charge $27 an hour.” “Really? Even for the parts?” He shakes his head, “I can’t charge you for them when I helped you.” You give him a confused look, “But you only helped me with one…” He shrugs, “And?” You blink at him, “Why?” He grins, “Because you’re cute.” You shake your head at him, “I don’t know how you stay in business.” He smirks, “Probably because you never came in before.” You blush, and with your free hand, you fish out your card and shove it into the card reader. “What if I want to charge you something?” He blinks at you, “What do you mean?” You grin as you ask, “A date with me on Friday?” He gives you a small smile, “I would go on a date with you for free…” You shrug, “Okay, so free of charge, what do you say to date with me on Friday?” He grins, “I’d love to.”

[ask-zooted-lizzy]

I might not know who you are or if we'll ever get to know each other, but please listen to me.

What ever happens, where ever we are, do not quit like this on everyone. We enjoy what you do, you make us smile and you might have helped people through some hard times without even knowing it. Take your time, but please don't give up, don't get rid of yourself, we are rooting for you.

And I am saying this now, what ever happens, please don't hesitate to reach out...at all.

Threre over a 100 reasons to stay alive:

1. to make your parents proud

2. to conquer your fears

3. to see your family again

4. to see your favourite artist live

5. to listen to music again

6. to experience a new culture

7. to make new friends

8. to inspire

9. to have your own children

10. to adopt your own pet

11. to make yourself proud

12. to meet your idols

13. to laugh until you cry

14. to feel tears of happiness

15. to eat your favorite food

16. to see your siblings grow

17. to pass school

18. to get tattoo

19. to smile until your cheeks hurt

20. to meet your internet friends

21. to find someone who loves you like you deserve

22. to eat ice cream on a hot day

23. to drink hot chocolate on a cold day

24. to see untouched snow in the morning

25. to see a sunset that sets the sky on fire

26. to see stars light up the sky

27. to read a book that changes your life

28. to see the flowers in the spring

29. to see the leaves change from green to brown

30. to travel abroad

31. to learn a new language

32. to learn to draw

33. to tell others your story in the hopes of helping them

34. Puppy kisses.

35. Baby kisses (the open mouthed kind when they smack their lips on your cheek).

36. Swear words and the release you feel when you say them.

37. Trampolines.

38. Ice cream.

39. Stargazing.

40. Cloud watching.

41. Taking a shower and then sleeping in clean sheets.

42. Receiving thoughtful gifts.

43. “I saw this and thought of you."

44. The feeling you get when someone you love says, “I love you."

45. The relief you feel after crying.

46. Sunshine.

47. The feeling you get when someone is listening to you/giving you their full attention.

48. Your future wedding.

49. Your favorite candy bar.

50. New clothes.

51. Witty puns.

52. Really good bread.

53. Holding your child in your arms for the first time.

54. Completing a milestone (aka going to college, graduating college, getting married, getting your dream job.)

55. The kind of dreams where you wake up and can’t stop smiling.

56. The smell before and after it rains

57. The sound of rain against a rooftop.

58. The feeling you get when you’re dancing.

59. The person (or people) that mean the most to you. Stay alive for them.

60. Trying out new recipes.

61. The feeling you get when your favorite song comes on the radio.

62. The rush you get when you step onto a stage.

63. You have to share your voice and talents and knowledge with the world because they are so valuable.

64.Breakfast in bed.

65. Getting a middle seat in the movie theater.

66. Breakfast for dinner (because it’s so much better at night than in the morning).

67. Pray (if you are religious)

68. Forgiveness.

69. Water balloon fights.

70. New books by your favorite authors.

71. Fireflies.

72. Birthdays.

73. Realizing that someone loves you.

74. Spending the day with someone you

75. Opportunity to create meaningful and lasting relationships.

76. Potential to learn, grow, and evolve as a person.

77. Joy and happiness in the little things.

78. The power to inspire others.

79. The ability to create art, music, and other forms of self-expression.

80. To explore different cultures, traditions, and ways of life.

81. To make a positive impact on the environment and help protect the planet.

82. Experience the joys of parenthood and raise a family.

83. Learn new things and develop new skills.

84. Create a legacy that will outlive you.

85. Being wrapped up in a warm bed.

86. Cuddles

87. Holding hands.

88. The kind of hugs when you can feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders. The kind of hug where your breath syncs with the other person’s, and you feel like the only two people in the world.

89. Singing off key with your best friends.

90. Road trips.

91. Spontaneous adventures.

92. The feeling of sand beneath your toes.

93. The feeling when the first ocean wave rolls up and envelops your toes and ankles and knees.

94. Thunderstorms.

95. Your first (or hundredth) trip to Disneyland.

96. The taste of your favorite food.

97. The child-like feeling you get on Christmas morning.

98. The day when everything finally goes your way.

99. Compliments and praise.

100. to look on this moment in 10 years time and realize you did it.

And there could be more...

Stay with us...ok?

I have the gun loaded, but I feel like I should just put it away. Thank you.

[nikitaxlee]

Golden hour/ Felix Lee x Reader NSFW Part 1/3 'Home'

NOTES:When writing this I imagined the reader living in a house similar to the picture. If it's not your vibe, totally get it, imagine something else, I just really liked the architecture in this photo. VERY IMPORTANT: There is cheating in this story. I do not condone cheating,I do not think it's right whatsoever. I included it in this story because I felt it was necessary to the plot. WARNINGS: SMUT, ANGST, KINKY SHIT,

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The sun kissed your face as you cooked. The breeze wove through your hair from the open windows. You hadn't felt this good in awhile. Being an architect took a toll on you with the constant late nights being put into creating the designs, to simply just not having time for yourself anymore. It was nice being able to finally be at peace with your work. You had several partners these days who helped you so now you could take time off whenever and actually get a good night's sleep.

As you were lost in thought stirring the marinara sauce for your pizza you were making, you heard a knock on your door. It startled you and almost made you spill your sauce. You walked to the door to open it.

Shit, seriously right now? I swear if it's the neighbors agai-

"Oh, hey felix." You said surprised he even had the time to be here.

Felix and you had broken up on good terms at least. The relationship died after a year as he was an Idol and you were an architect meaning you both had zero time for each other. You decided to part ways a year ago and you hadn't seen him since.

"U-um, Hello Y/N, Chan gave me your address, sorry for barging in on you, I just wanted to see how you were doing."

"O-oh yes of course, come on in." You were stuttering like an idiot but you couldn't help it. It was Felix. Sweet old Felix. The one person who felt like home to you. The person you would come home to just to walk in and be bombarded with hugs and kisses. The boy who took all of your firsts. The boy who told you to become an architect knowing that it might affect the relationship but was willing to sacrifice that for your dreams. You loved him. You love him.

"Would you like to stay for dinner? The sunset is exceptionally beautiful around this time of night." You asked.

"Oh, I couldn't possibly intrude on your life especially after not seeing you for a year. I just popped in to say hello and see how you were doing." "Felix, I insist." He looked at you with warm eyes and nodded.

You excitedly gave him a tour of your house and especially your plants. You told him about the inspiration for the house and the layout of everything. When you both made it back to the kitchen the sun was hitting the kitchen perfectly so it created a golden glow.

Golden hour.

You both chatted over some wine and pizza. You caught up and talked about idol life and the rest of the boys who you were pretty close with still.

"So, Y/N, have you been seeing anyone?" You nearly choked on your wine when you heard him ask. What would you say? No felix I've only been with 3 men after you because you were the only person I needed.

"Um.. Well only a couple and that was after drunken nights at the bar and club."

He looked at you with something you couldn't read. A look of hopefulness?

"What about you?" You questioned silently praying he was single.

"Yeah, haven't been with someone since you." he smiled. You let out a breath of relief you didn't know you were holding in. As you guys finished up conversation. You realized it was getting late. "Felix, are you ok to drive home? You can stay the night if you wish." Hoping he would say yes.

Felix had a look of sadness, "I'm fine to drive, I wish I could stay but my.. um.. mom is staying with me at my house and I don't want to leave her alone. Maybe some other time though?" You nodded

"You're welcome over anytime."

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AT FELIX'S HOUSE

Felix walked into his gloomy apartment. It was a very nice apartment but it just didn't feel like home. I wasn't as warm and cozy as yours.

It didn't have you

"Hey babe, welcome home." Kim said as she hugged him.

Kim was his girlfriend of 2 months. She weaned herself into his life and eventually forced herself into his apartment.

"Hey Kim." He said as he reluctantly kissed her.

She laughed before wiping her face of all emotion "Where the fuck were you."

"Kim, baby, I told you, I was hanging out with Chan and just having guy time." he laughed anxiously.

"Oh, ok. You better not be cheating on me." She switched to her sweet tone "I got dinner for us. Just chinese. I know how much you like Chow Mein!" she said

Felix smiled at her kind gesture. Felix actually hated Chow Mein. It was actually Kim's favorite. But of course Kim dictated his life.

"And then after dinner I have dessert for you." She smirked as she bit her lip. Felix internally cringed. It was like being with you for a couple hours had completely reprogrammed him.

He wanted to go home

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[gorbalsvampire]

𝖃𝕴𝕴𝕴 𝕿𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝕱𝖊𝖚𝖉𝖆𝖑 𝕭𝖔𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖆

𝔄𝔠𝔱 ℑℑ, 𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔢 𝔦𝔳

Our story was not set to continue. Then it was. Then it wasn't again. It's been a rough week and half my roof has been rebuilt and I have had one interview out of one hundred applications and aaaagh.

Nevertheless, we stay silly. This was a blinder of a session.

CW: this session featured numerous arachnids, violence against women, and violence against ghouls.

At first, I thought I only had Alzbeta and Theodericus tonight, so we started with a Memoriam. I wanted to go back to Alzbeta's Embrace; I wanted her to know/remember/discover a little more about her sire, and his involvement in the mysteries of Kupala, and potentially to interrogate the Cobweb a little and ask it what the hell is going on?

Six opted to really push this one and attempt all three questions. The Memoriam roll was a pass, but barely, and faced with six Willpower damage or Stains to take, Six took the devil's bargain - no damage, but an immediate drop in Humanity as Alzbeta relived the moment she was trying to forget.

So here's Alzbeta, trying to induce a religious ecstasy; starving herself, aggravating her Beast, naked before the altar and crawling with spiders, praying and praying as she tries to remember. And then there's Alzbeta, as she was a decade ago, after sunset on All Souls' Day, exhausted from three days of commemorative prayer and comforting words, under a hunter's moon and with a killer migraine. Was this really how it happened? Regardless, she heard some kerfuffle in the street, punctuated by horrid, unsteady laughter, and went to investigate. A Carmelite friar, apparently in the process of being forcibly removed from the convent and its environs, being butted by the butts of halberds and - is Sister Berta there? Was Berta with the order then? Is it her speaking, or Archbishop Geza... was there something about Geza, something she needed to remember? Something about habits rent open, a man's hands, bearing down on a pale body before the altar, and blood... Is this really how it happens? In any case, she took the friar under her care - the man had clearly been on the road for weeks, and he was burbling and chortling horribly, averting his face from the stained glass windows. Yet when he spoke to Alzbeta - when she asked him questions - he was immediately lucid. Compellingly so. Even as the spikes and sparks of migraine flared in her mind, Frater Octavio told her what he had seen in Carpathia, what dwelled beneath the world with the mountains as its spine, what spread itself everywhere its children walked, what had reached one long tendril even as far as Prague... its threshold onto the world. He had to warn the world. He had fled. West. Always into the West. He had to warn the world. They bonded, over their torments, and Octavio, for his sins and hers, knowing it was not yet time and he still had work to do... he offered her relief. Relief from the agony of suffering alone. Alzbeta felt her blood rush out, and the world rush in. No Malkavian is alone. All Malkavians know all Malkavians. The Blood flows from fracture to fracture. Malkavians are not insane. Malkavians are simply trying to live with each other, in the knowledge that their thoughts are not all their own. In that moment, she says, she truly found God. This is how it happened.

What a moment. Heartstoppingly good RP from Six. Matched my energy wonderfully. I got very carried away doing Octavio's laugh - Malkavians always do this to me, I have to be really careful about playing them, I get immersed.

Anyway. I'd been planning to explore Theodericus' feeding grounds at last, but another player had now arrived, and I was able to proceed with what had been the plan for last week, when I also knew I wouldn't have Marsillius and needed a short plotline for the other three. I want everyone there for Vysehrad.

Mariam needed justice for the theft of rabbi Zachary's silverware - from his house while his dead body was still warm for G-d's sake! Infuriating. Unable to trace Serena, who was off with her Prince doing Court Business, she rallied Alzbeta and Theodericus, because a Ventrue can solve Ventrue problems and this ghoul's master is an alleged Ventrue, and because Christians let nuns get away with everything, apparently. Mariam was also very hungry, and regretting not eating the thief Jacob when she killed him...

Our trio proceeded to the King's Arms, the new-fangled "inn" at the top of the Lesser Quarter by the River. There, alas, they were intercepted by the alewife's master brewer: Ardan, the Warlock, the unctuous Tremere who so admires Alzbeta.

He made it creepy. Very, extremely creepy. There was some back and forth of social conflict 'twixt him and Theodericus as the young Ventrue attempted to pull rank (Willpower becoming somewhat exhausted on both fronts), and Ardan insisted that while he had to be a gracious host they had to be gracious guests. They were at an impasse, until Alzbeta stepped in and informed him that one, what she had to say was for Count Orsi and Count Orsi alone, and two, she would pray for Ardan that he be rid of these lustful ambitions, for they would never be fulfilled.

Defeated, the Warlock confessed that he had coveted Alzbeta a lot longer than she thought. He had a mind to Embrace her, seeing in her a potential and beautiful apprentice and companion, but he was refused permission - and then some mooncalf of a Malkavian had done the deed first! Unpermitted! Unsanctioned! Unrepentant!

Ardan retreated, not happy about being humiliated on his own ground, and he has now declared nemesis against Theodericus as well (two dot Adversary for him and Mariam).

Up two flights of stairs, which took Ardan's aging ghoul Unonna some time to climb, the coterie was introduced to Katya. She did passingly resemble Serena - dark hair, slender figure, good cheekbones - although Serena doesn't generally dress with so much bodice. Her master, Count Orsi, was a strange one; the velvet and mink of nobility in his dress, but the hands and countenance of a man no stranger to hard graft. A hooked ring upon his thumb, and a sovereign seal Theodericus recognised: this man was a Nymphus of the Mithraic Cult, and Theodericus outranked him.

This was a series of Messy Criticals. Mariam picked up the Hunger compulsion in the first round of social conflict with Katya, accusing her of the receipt of goods stolen from the Jews - before Orsi had even been introduced to everyone! Rude! Theodericus had pushed his Willpower to breaking point and was now running with a Dominance compulsion, not about to back down now that there was a Ventrue of whom he was unequivocally the boss, and he insisted that the story was true.

Orsi surprised everyone by believing this. He had received a gift of some fine antique silverware from his dear Katya, the pride of his collection; he had not known it was stolen. His honour had been brought into question? She had made an enemy of the Nosferatu in Josefov? She had not told him the truth about these goods? She had had discourse with thieves while he was at court? Punishment for Katya! Punishment for wicked ghoul who makes trouble for her master!

Weeping, shaking, Katya opened her mouth as she was bidden, and the hook sank deep, but oh no - the smell of blood in the air pushed Mariam to the very edge of Hunger frenzy, and her audible growl suggested something more... apposite to Orsi. He shoved Katya into Mariam's arms, and did not bother to remove the hooked ring from her tongue; with blood welling up in her throat, the choking girl was too much temptation for Mariam to resist, and she drank.

Mariam would have killed her, had Theodericus not been there to intervene - to seize her by the scruff of the neck and plead moderation. Death, he said, was too much for her. A hiss, and a snarl, and an acceptance, and Katya was dropped. Still dying from blood loss - but not bleeding her last into Mariam's now-acquiescent Beast.

Orsi returned the stolen silver, and bade them leave. He intended to Embrace Katya - to ensure she lived, that she might learn, and live unspeaking, that she might not lie. Alzbeta gave extreme unction (stop that sniggering at the back), and the coterie departed.

Safely away from the King's Arms, Mariam paused a moment. Took Theodericus' hands in hers. Thanked him, for being her restraint, and for his help; and Alzbeta, for hers. They're good people.

[oblivious-memorials]

…

The world wasn’t quite not existing, but it was weak. Falling apart, destroying every bit of land and memory ever made. It wouldn’t last, and they- weren’t going to make it. There was no way out.

The creator struggled to keep the world in grasps, trying to fix what was too late. They didn’t want to let go.

But they couldn’t succeed in holding the world together. It’s too weak. Too broken, unable to be fixed.

The last thing they were about to do was give up, but it wasn’t the end.

If the world couldn’t be saved, then they’d let it go. They’d let it fall.

But at least, they can save the people.

They can save the ones who deserve more.

—

Haven wasn’t sure what the hell happened. Watching the world fade to black, only to wake up in a field of flowers.

Were they dead?

What…. Was happening?

—

[Redacted] woke…. Woke up?

It hurt, everything hurt- but, the view was pretty. A sunset, soon the stars would be out.

They couldn’t remember much, or well, anything. What…. Was there name again?

They weren’t sure.

But, this felt nice. Maybe, maybe they should ignore the pain.

Everything looked pretty anyways, it’s not like… they forgot anyone.

Right?

—

Cas opened their eyes in a panic, looking around at the view around them with confusion.

They knew these clouded skies from anywhere, Heaven.

A place they were banished, and thrown out of. A place they swore to never go back to, a place-

That….. now welcomes them back.

This wasn’t right. This couldn’t be true, we’re they dreaming?

What even happened-

How are they-

Are they alive?

—

Lunar looked around in spite. Hoping, praying- to a god they don’t believe in- that please. Please…

Their eyes froze on the form slightly away from them, but close enough-

“Aspen!”

Lunar quickly ran over in desperation. Checking on them quickly, sighing in relief as they find a pulse.

Alive.

Aspen suddenly shifts, waking up- confused.

“Am I…. Dead”

They ask, probably a little out of it still.

“No silly, something or someone portaled us out.”

They turn over to Lunar, processing for a moment-

“Sis!”

Lunar chuckles in response, before looking around-

“Where… are we?”

—

The world, reduced to nothing.

By fate, not all souls lost.

Across worlds of other, left to find a new life.

Some remembered, some forgotten. But still, alive.

Fate entwined together, a pathway to each other- to hopes of a new beginning. To a continuation of an old story.

A creator, lost to time. Just as the world before was. They saved others, but failed to save themselves.

Perhaps one day, they may be found again.

[k4zushi]

100 reasons to live.

to finish your goals

to conquer your fears

to see your family again

to see your Favorite artist live

to listen to music again

to experience a new culture

to make new friends

to inspire

to have your own children

to adopt your own pet

to make yourself proud

to meet your idols

to spend time with friends

to laugh until you cry

to feel tears of happiness

to eat your favorite food

to see your siblings grow

to pass school

to get tattoo

to smile until your cheeks hurt

to meet your internet friends

to find someone who loves you like you deserve

to eat ice cream on a hot day

to drink hot chocolate on a cold day

to see untouched snow in the morning

to see a sunset that sets the sky on fire

to see stars light up the sky

to read a book that changes your life

to see the flowers in the spring

to see the leaves change from green to brown

to travel abroad

to learn a new language

to learn to draw

to tell others your story in the hopes of helping them

Puppy kisses.

Baby kisses (the open mouthed kind when they smack their lips on your cheek).

Swear words and the release you feel when you say them.

Trampolines.

Ice cream.

Stargazing.

Cloud watching.

Taking a shower and then sleeping in clean sheets.

Receiving thoughtful gifts.

“I saw this and thought of you."

The feeling you get when someone you love says, “I love you."

The relief you feel after crying.

Sunshine.

The feeling you get when someone is listening to you/giving you their full attention.

Your future wedding.

Your favorite candy bar.

New clothes.

Witty puns.

Really good bread.

Holding your child in your arms for the first time.

Completing a milestone (aka going to college, graduating college, getting married, getting your dream job.)

The kind of dreams where you wake up and can’t stop smiling.

The smell before and after it rains

The sound of rain against a rooftop.

The feeling you get when you’re dancing.

The person (or people) that mean the most to you. Stay alive for them.

Trying out new recipes.

The feeling you get when your favorite song comes on the radio.

The rush you get when you step onto a stage.

You have to share your voice and talents and knowledge with the world because they are so valuable. 64.Breakfast in bed.

Getting a middle seat in the movie theater.

Breakfast for dinner (because it’s so much better at night than in the morning).

Pray (if you are religious)

Forgiveness.

Water balloon fights.

New books by your favorite authors.

Fireflies.

Birthdays.

Realizing that someone loves you.

Spending the day with someone like you.

Opportunity to create meaningful and lasting relationships.

Potential to learn, grow, and evolve as a person.

Joy and happiness in the little things.

The power to inspire others.

The ability to create art, music, and other forms of self-expression.

To explore different cultures, traditions, and ways of life.

Help protect the planet.

Experience the joys of parenthood and raise a family.

Learn new things and develop new skills.

Create a legacy that will outlive you.

Being wrapped up in a warm bed.

Cuddles

Holding hands.

The kind of hugs when you can feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders.

Singing off key with your best friends.

Road trips.

Spontaneous adventures.

The feeling of sand beneath your toes.

The feeling when the first ocean wave rolls up and envelops your toes and ankles and knees.

Thunderstorms.

Your first (or hundredth) trip to Disneyland.

The taste of your favorite food.

The child-like feeling you get on Christmas morning.

The day when everything finally goes your way.

Compliments and praise.

to look on this moment in 10 years time and realize you did it.

this was for everyone, i mean it, anyone who sees this, bc ily, i rlly do, and i hope you don’t even think about doing harsh things to yourself. take a break, drink some tea, have a hot bath, spend time with friends, just.. relax.

ilove this sm bc i just realized i haven’t been stargazing yet which rlly sucks bc it’s on my imaginary bucket list

[shebeafancyflapjack]

A Slip Through Worlds (Part 3)

(Silver finds a friend in this strange land...she hopes. Set partly in @idiotwithanipad 's Gore Au, ft her oc Gore Amy)

-

Weird. That sounded like Silver's laugh, but different. Slightly less...unhinged?

Amy stared around her for a sign of her Witchling friend. It had been a couple hours since sunset, the moon hung in its fullest phase above, so her friend should be up and about. It had just taken the usual hour for Amy to convince her paranoid dad that it was safe for her to leave the house. And then another hour to try to convince her dad's bloodsoaked body to let her leave alone. Eventually, it had settled for escorting her to the treeline, and then she had to pry his fingers off her hood one by one before she was truly free.

It was probably still pacing out there, prepared to stay close all night until sunrise. Aka, her curfew. It suited Amy fine, having always been a night owl, even as a living.

But Silver usually came to meet her every month, giggling and skipping into view like a brain damaged Pinkie Pie. Not tonight.

Amy had wandered in, clapping to make her presence known.

Where are you, crazy witch bitch?

"Oh am I fucking glad to see you!" Finally.

Amy followed the voice and looked...up?

In the claw-like cage of tree branches, seemingly trapped, was Silver. How the fuck did she manage to get herself stuck in there?

"Oh shit..." the teenager's eyes, which seemed far more focused and brighter than usual, widened when they fell upon Amy's face; "Ames? Is that really you? W-what happened to you?!"

What happened to her?! Was the witch on drugs? Again?!

She murmured her frustration, as there was no way to write or tap, and they didn't bother with sign language, or...

Wait. Was Silver actually looking at her? Like she could...see?

"Amy? Why can't you speak?" She asked.

Did she have amnesia or something? Why was the afterlife just one creepy soap opera?

Amy furrowed her brow and opened her lips, briefly, to allow a short gush of yellow liquid to spill out and onto the ground.

"Woah! Is that...Monster?"

Bingo! Amy put up two rather sarcastic thumbs and nodded. Of course it was fucking Monster.

So Silver had regained her sight but lost her memory? But she still knew who Amy was?

The girl in the cage spoke to herself; "Of course. You stays how you dies. Burned, electrocuted and mauled...Except here it's taken to the extreme..."

What the fuck was she talking about? She was used to her friend talking nonsense but this seemed even more random than her usual hippie gibberish. Which was saying a lot.

Amy hummed, loud as she could, and pointed to her own eyes and then to Silver's.

How did she get her sight back?

"I...I'm sorry, I don't understand..."

Fucksake. Amy tried clicking with her mouth, praying that her friend still remembered morse code.

"...I...I think I hear you. 'How can I see?' Am I not supposed to? The other...Mary was shocked I could see too." She replied, apparently lacking the compulsion to giggle between every sentence too.

She seemed almost...lucid?

Amy clicked some more. U R BLIND. BRAIN ANUR...FUCK. NOT SPELLING THAT.

"Aneurism? It...made me blind here?"

Amy nodded. What did she mean by 'here'?

Y U IN CAGE? WHERE UR MUM?

"Oh...right. Okay, uhh...This is gonna sound insane but bear with me." The witchling began; "I'm not the Silver you know. I'm not...from this world. I dunno how or why but I woke up and nothing here is like what it is in my world! I'm not blind, you weren't mute, Robin the caveman wasn't a mad ape creature...for the most part, and Mary was not some psycho fire witch!"

Amy tried to blink her bulging eyes at that quickfire dump of information. Crap.

The other girl sighed and poked her nose through the gap in the branches.

"I don't expect you to believe me-."

Amy began clicking; I BELIEVE U.

Silver looked ready to melt with relief.

"You...you do?!"

YES. NOT MOST CRAZY THING HERE.

"Oh, really? Wow."

Of course there would be a universe where the afterlife wasn't halfway as insane as the one she happened to wind up in. Of fucking course.

"Can you...Can you try to get me out?" The girl asked, hopeful. "Mary...the witch...she trapped me in here. She thinks I stole her Silver and swapped myself or something."

Amy looked the ancient tree with its sturdy black bark up and down. The witch, Silver's mum, controlled this forest. It served her will. If she'd enchanted the tree to serve as a prison, then there wasn't much she could do.

Except, maybe...She removed her collar and began stabbing the spikes into the bark.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

Amy clicked as she stabbed. The tree winced beneath her blows.

IMPROV.

"Oh, no, please don't hurt the tree!"

Amy paused.

WHAT?

"Don't hurt the tree! It's not its fault!"

Liquid sloshed out of Amy's mouth again as she failed to hold back a laugh. Jesus fucking Christ.

"What? What's funny?"

Amy shook her head, wiping the damp from her mouth.

It was just such a Silver thing to say.

-

The witch of the woods hovered back across the fields and into the trees, meeting her ally hulking towards her, answering her summons earlier.

"Hath the imposter made its confession?" She asked her oldest companion.

The creature shook its hairy head and grunted.

Mary sighed; "Very well. It gives me no choice but to torture the truth from its pretty little lips."

As she started to move, her ally reached out and dared to wrap his paw around her arm.

He uttered a noise of deep concern.

The witch shuddered. For the first time in centuries, she shuddered as if suddenly able to feel what it meant to be cold again.

Allowing herself this brief moment of vulnerability, she lowered herself to sit upon a log.

"I searched every way, this and that, ups and the downs, all overs did I look and check under each n' every stone for my little'en." She told the old soul at her side. "I even closed my eyeses and travelled as far in my heads to where I found the Changeling in the dream world. I called for her again but she be nowheres to be seens..."

Her skeletal fingers curled over the remains of her charred apron. In her mind's eye, she saw Silver's head asleep on her lap as Mary stroked her leaf-addled hair and sang her lullabies.

And now there was nothing but a void on her lap and in her arms where her daughter should be.

If only she had tear ducts to be able to cry...

"I cannots endure it again, dear ally." She grieved, voice more raspy than usual; "I did lose her once already...I will nots suffer that loss agains...I won'ts!"

Ally grunted, softly, bringing one paw up to rest on her knee and then nuzzling his mane against her arm. Despite of how often her darling girl irritated him with her laughter and clinginess, he shared her pain and her fears of having lost their sweet child for good.

He remembered how dull and bleak, how empty, these woods had been. Just two bitter and vengeful souls joined together, wanting to be left alone. Then she came, like the first cresent moon to appear on a dark night, turning the haunted woods into an enchanted forest with her fantastic imagination and constant joy.

How could they ever go back to existence without her? It was unthinkable.

The very idea made Mary's fire burn hotter than before. She would set everything in the world aflame if it meant getting her little girl back.

If she had to start with the imp who dared to wear her face...

Ally grunted again and began to gesture with his paws.

"What's this? She spoke your true name?"

He nodded.

"Crafty little demon sprite. Must be getting into our heads. Must keep ourselves vigalent. Mustn't fall victims to her devilry." The witch hissed, rising to her ethereal feet.

The caveman huffed again and made a motion like rocking a baby or small child.

"Do nots let that soft heart of yours be fooled, ally. She be no mere girl, remembers? We will has no guilt to bear in what we makes her suffer, in orders to save our Silver."

Her friend ducked his head, looking uncertain, but refusing to speak up against his Mistress.

Oh Silver. Sweet Little'en. Mary lamented, her heart aching.

Poor child must be ever so scared and miserable, lost and alone in a strange place, without her mother's arms to comfort her.

-

"Hahahaha! You are just the sweetest little thing! Yes you are, yes you are."

The Pagan giggled as she held the tiny wolf cub in front of her.

Robin guided her fingers to hold her a little more gently. It really was as if the teen was meeting his cub for the first time.

"She's ever so wriggly! Aren't you, little squirmer? Hehehehe."

"Yes. She like that sometimes." Robin thought it best to carefully take the pup back then; "C'mon, Kya. You know Auntie Silver, yes?" He whispered.

The cub mewled, finally settling once back in her "dad's" hands. Strange. It was one thing for Silver not to remember Kya, among everything else she's forgotten, but Silver was one of the few other ghosts who Kya seemed to recognise instinctively and be comfortable with. Not today, it seemed, but perhaps Silver's manic energy was simply too much for her.

They sat together beside the lake, the golf course out of use during the early hours. The only livings on it were the greenskeepers on night shift. Robin watched Silver's reaction when Dani, her one sided crush, walked by. She didn't seem to notice, but then without her sight, how could she? Stupid Robin.

"She just lives in your pocket then? Hehehe." Silver asked.

"Yes." He said as he slipped the cub carefully back inside his furs; "Easy to forget she there. Always sleep. Nearly more than Moonah Girl."

"Hehehe, how did you know I sleep a lot? Don't think I mentioned that."

"Uhh...your mum tell me."

"Right. Ugh, where is she? She sometimes leaves me to go do important work to keep us safe but it feels like aaaages!" She huffed, hugging her knees to her chest.

"Sure she won't be long." Robin said, guiltily.

"Wouldn't mind so much if Amy weren't sick and Kitty wasn't tired. Then I'd at least have someone to play with, hehehe, till Mummy comes back."

Robin shifted closer to her; "Can play with me if want?"

"You sure? My other fluffy friend always gets grumpy when I try to get him to play. Hehehe. Though he does like Buckeroo."

"What that?"

"It's where I jump on his back and he has to try to throw me off without using his hands. Hehehe, like a bull! See, you try!"

Robin jolted, a little winded, as Silver quickly got up and threw herself onto his back. Even for a skinny little thing, she weighed enough to nearly knock him onto his face.

The girl continued to laugh, tightening her arms around his neck.

"Come on, Robin! Buck me off! Bet you can't!"

"Oh me think I can, Moonah Girl!"

Did she think she was the first person to play this game with him? He had a winning record against thirty children. No way was he going to lose that championship after ten thousand years.

With one hand over his chest, securing Kya in his inside pocket, he began to thrash and jerk and twirl as violently as possible. Silver howled with laughter against his ear, her grip impressively tight around him.

It took almost three minutes until her arms began to loosen, before he began to tire.

One forceful buck and she was flying off of him and landing on her back in the grass.

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha!"

"You okay?" He asked, out of breath, panting over her. He offered a hand to pull her up.

Once back on her feet, she was bouncing and tugging at his furs.

"Again! Again!"

"Wha-? You sure?" He frowned.

"Yes, I know I can win next time, hehehe. You're much easier to hold onto than my other fluffy friend. He acts so hard like he wants to get rid of me, hehehehe."

Right...

This time, Robin removed Kya and let her rest somewhere safe and comfy on a moss covered rock. Then he turned back, catching his breath.

"You on, Moonah Girl. Let's play."

-

Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab.

"Amy."

Stab. Stab. Stab.

"Amy! I don't think it's gonna work!" Silver shouted from her cage. It had been nearly half an hour; "The tree isn't budging. I'm beginning to think you just like stabbing stuff."

Her friend clicked. MAYBE.

"Amy Bone!" That spine-chilling voice cut across the woods; "What is thou doing here? Return to your father, at once!"

Silver stiffened inside her cage as Not Mary materialised in a whirlwind of smoke and embers. Not too far behind skulked Nobin, grizzling with each step, though not seeming as hostile to Amy as he was to her.

The mute girl stopped stabbing the tree and her collar apparated back onto her neck.

"Please tell me thou was not trying to free the monster, ye little fool! Don't you realise what it be?!" Nary's eyes glowed orange.

"Don't hurt her! Please! She didn't do anything wrong!" Silver pleaded.

It hadn't even been 'her' Amy and the girl had still tried to help free her.

The witch looked up, seeming surprised; "I be aware of that, Imposter. No doubt you did bewitch the girl to think you were her dear companion and not some fae beast in disguise."

Amy was far braver than Silver, daring to tug at the frayed remains Nary's dress, demanding her attention.

Moaning and gesticulating her hands, she seemed to communicate easier to the witch than in her morse code. Silver made a mental note to try to learn sign, if she ever made it home.

Nary groaned; "You cannots be serious, young Amy. If I allowed such a thing and any harm befell thee, your da woulds never forgive me."

The teen signed some more, frowning with that determined look. Silver was impressed. It even had the power to wear down a terrifying wraith of fire.

Not Mary turned and looked up, jaw clenched.

"You is fortunate, pretty beast. My daughter's companion has asked that I show thee mercy and gives thee a chance to explain thyself. I will allow the two of you to converse and we shall see how much honesty be in that heart, should you have one."

Silver felt overwhelmed with relief. She met Amy's bleeding eyes (which still made her shudder) and mouthed thank you after thank you.

Nary raised her hand up, flames igniting at her fingertips.

"However...try to work any of thy wicked magic upon her or harm a single hair on her head, and I shall burn thy form to a crisp. And then I will toss it to the headless body of her father - that is where the worst of thy torment will begin!" She threatened, savagely.

Silver gulped, sweat glistening on her forehead; "G-gotcha."

[empyreanemissary]

22/6/24

Stretching out again, allowing the vascular system of my heart to expand back into all the spaces I... already am. The Sky is my body, always has been, but finally my consciousness expands and unfurls again, stretching out alongside where the unincarnated selves already are as if I were winding my hands into theirs within tight fitting gloves. I am not becoming, just waking up. I get it.

It always feels so relieving to do expand into myself, I never realise the mass amounts of tension along my energy and body and consciousness and... all parts of me until I do this and finally feel the relief of expanding outside foetal positions. Limbs stretch, the heart doesn't have to beat as hard to dig blood around sharp, constricted corners.

I begin to see things again in the mass basket star web of my body. First place: water, burning orange sunset ahead, some kind of swamp pond with reeds, a place where the natural flow of water is its stagnation. It's calling to me to mend a "slash" in the sky there, which is to say the balance of the place and the cohesion that is its nature is saying hey, sky, you're broken here, please mend. I do, I know how it works. It's great to see it again, the hands on view of how nature itself forms pseudo-consciousnesses or more so how it sustains itself at a sleepy, near-dreaming level, highly intelligent, by no means lesser in the way that human consciousness and dog consciousness differ in how they see the world without being better or worse than the other. Dog consciousness benefits dog existence, nature consciousnesses... well. certainly benefit nature existences, especially the need to be more collective and hive-esque. Highly distinct, individualised consciousnesses don't often benefit an area which is by design a mass amount of bodies and individual eyes to see the world. Yes, they can take on human-esque consciousnesses to communicate, but I think the more natural dreaming-esque state is... beautiful. Anyway.

Other places reaching out: Several have clumps of dirt nests, more severe "breaks" caused by mass constriction and suffocation of the atmosphere itself which cause the Sky to condense into rain, into mud, into dirt, into packed dry dirt... Mass transformation of natural Sky state into Earth state. They're complex parcels that need to be digested in ways I don't expect given they've left the usual workings of the Sky to become condensed ground. Well. I intuitively know, I've been attempting to massage them out. Constriction needs slow but consistent easing out into more free states, ice becomes water becomes air becomes Sky. It will take time, and needs the introduction of water... The next step them becomes access to water, which is to say I need access to my hoards of energy to satiate and reinvigorate changes in these places to get them back to a free-flowing state.

I'm trying to go slowly getting back into this this life, but in the distance on wind-chimes I hear endless prayers not necessarily from humans, and not necessarily in the form people would expect when I say prayers. Chatter of fae-esque weavers mending the gaps in the local nature calling to the Sky and attempting to stitch with it, fish staring up at it above the water praying with each inward breath (calling oxygen to them)... There's a huge spectrum too between prayer (calling) and simply existing with it. I see snakes working with it bringing it into the ground, which is a sort of prayer, I see the fronts and swirlings of atoms and Mental-particles invoking the Sky in their sky presence, their bodies weaving mine...

There's a lot more too beyond that, I'm beginning/restarting with the easy and working my way into the more abstract and less easily connected with, but... It's so nice to feel like I'm not in a cramped casket having to hold my knees to my chest because there's no room to stretch out. Here, my body is accounted for because... this is my body.

[shroudandsands]

Prompt #24, Extra Credit: Tenebrous

He stared up at the faded sky. Rain fell like darklit glitter as old fluorescent light bleached out the darkened clouds. Sunset was 22 minutes ago. The woman who pulled him out of the wreck- Sif, she’d told him- was off to the side and staring into her phone screen. She’d been staring at it for 43 minutes. Her expression kept getting worse.

He turned his attention back to the streets. Regular nightlife was resuscitated by the falling of the sun but... not out here. Not like this. It was distant. The motel they’d holed up in was closer to the city, sure, but it was still on the outskirts. Just a comfortable distance from being able to haul ass out into the badlands. Just far enough if you’re spooked. Nomad habits. He was fairly sure of that. Frankly it was what astounded him the most. She could have hauled ass sixteen different ways at 100 mph away from him and yet... He looked over at her again. His optics clicked in his head- an annoyance he had quickly gotten used to- as he looked at her screen. Ripperdocs. SelfMed. Searching for everything wrong with him. She’d even tried to get someone to look him over. Not that it mattered much. He didn’t think there was much worth finding. Much worth knowing. Some part of him felt that deep into his core. Maybe even into his circuits. Maybe in the rubber bands that were currently in his arms. But it still confounded him every second that passed.

Something in the back of Dug’s head buzzed as he turned slightly. He frowned and pressed the spot with his palm; a meaningless gesture that he knew wouldn’t quiet it. A short circuit? A failed part? Some transmitter that was calling home? Whatever it was? He couldn’t tell. He didn’t care. For some reason it felt freeing not to. For some reason it felt freeing to let it go. To stare up at the skyline and just feel... Relief. He wished he knew why THAT was his first reaction.

Still. Between the circuits in his head and the rubber bands in his arms, the pain in his head and the fog in his memories, the black space that existed before he woke up in that junkyard with nothing but a seething hatred for that skyline... Sif sat down beside him, deflated, after her search proved more frustrating than fruitful. She limply held her phone as she settled in. “Nothin’?” “Nothin’.” She seemed more frustrated than despaired. Angry. At herself? Him? Useless net diagnosis sites? He did see the cyberpsychosis note. It was fairly believable. But he laughed- the short, light kind when you push yourself up to standing. “C’mon. I think... I’m rememberin’ a place. Don’t even gotta go int’ the city proper.” He jabbed a thumb down a street that ran parallel to the edge. “Migh’ be crazy. Bu’ someone oughta be there tha’ can do some lookin’. If we’re wantin’ tha’ kind of work done anyhow.”

She stared up at him like he was crazy. No specific examples of crazy. Just... crazy. He was getting used to that look. He grinned. They hopped into her truck and prayed for the best.