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[anathemaspeaks]

pas de deux

character(s): toji fushiguro synopsis: [ˌpɑː də ˈdəː] a dance for two people, typically a man and a woman. word count: 1k warning(s): none (so much fluff i promise it's worth the read) a/n: i'm SO down bad for him HELP

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toji was not a romantic. the very idea made him scoff. the thought of getting soaked in the rain to meet someone was just absurd. what idiot would voluntarily fall sick for something as irrelevant as that. it baffled him, truly.

…

until he found himself standing at your door at four in the morning.

drenched to the bone, a strong arm raised to knock at your door. it took three tries, and you finally opened the door, hair tousled, eyes wide, and mouth agape.

you immediately ushered him inside, fretting over him. you gave him one of your largest hoodies (which still clung to his frame like a compression shirt), and a pair of loose shorts. you turned up the heater and gave him a blanket, forcing him to relax while you handed him a cup of hot coffee.

"toji, what are you doing here? aren't you supposed to be asleep?" you inquired, worry etched onto your beautiful face and surprise evident in your voice.

"ya ain't getting rid of me that easy, doll" he replied while smirking, clearly trying to underplay his current state. he was still shivering from the cold, his wet hair clinging to his forehead.

you sat next to him on the sofa, moving closer and snaking your arms around his muscular torso, your warmth seeping into his cold body. you leaned in, placing a soft kiss on his jaw before snuggling closer, nestling into his broad chest.

he couldn't say he wasn't loving the attention, but that wasn't what he came here for.

you both were texting when you'd confessed that you weren't getting any sleep, and you were really stressed out as of late. you also revealed that the last time you had a comfortable sleep was with toji.

that was a whole week ago.

after that, he said he was going to sleep, ending the conversation with a 'goodnight doll, love ya.' you smiled at your phone before closing the message app, opting to scroll through instagram to keep your restless mind occupied - sleep was out of the question.

but of course toji was worried about his girl.

the concern gnawed at him. he couldn't stand the thought of you so helpless and distressed.

of course he couldn't - especially now that he knew he could help. he would rather die than see you in any kind of pain. and that's how he found himself soaked in the pouring rain, with only one goal in mind: to help you.

and now here he was, in your home, his strong arms finally wrapped around you.

"baby, i'm not complaining, but how come you're here?" you spoke, voice muffled because your face was squished against his body.

"y'said you only got sleep 'round me" he stated, as if it was the most obvious thing ever. your heart lurched at his words. he ran for ten minutes through a rainstorm...all for your sleep?

"toji, i-…thank you" you choked, getting emotional. the night did that to you sometimes. but you just loved him so much. toji sensed it and let out a chuckle, the sound reverberating in your chest.

you could listen to that dumb laugh forever.

"you're getting soft, old man" you teased, a playful smile on your face. you didn't have that much of an age gap, but you never passed up the chance to bring it up.

he tutted. "y'want me to stay or not, brat?"

you giggled at his tone, burrowing deeper in the comfort of his presence, letting out a content sigh. from over his shoulder, you could see the sky clearing up, the rain slowly stopping. you saw it getting lighter, soft, golden rays striking toji's dangerously gorgeous face.

you looked at his lips, a content smile gracing his features, scar only emphasizing his already perfect looks. you trailed up to his eyes, warm, and filled with so much love and devotion it took your breath away. you could drown in them.

he couldn't stop staring at you, not when you looked this angelic. it was like the sunlight formed a literal halo over you - he was convinced you couldn't be real.

he looked into your eyes. the gears in your head were turning - he could see it.

"toji..."

"yeah, pretty girl?" he smiled, one that was so radiant it could put even the most magnificent sunrise to shame. your breath caught in your throat. he was so pretty.

...

"dance with me" you sighed, already pushing yourself up.

"it's 5 a.m., babe" he chuckled softly at your antics. you were always up to something.

"and? dance with me!" you demanded, taking both of his large hands into your own, trying to pull him up (and failing, miserably).

but he could never resist you. he wouldn't. you were his world. all you had to was ask, and toji would do it in a heartbeat. so he got up, buff arms enveloping you into his warmth once more.

"mmph- toji, needa play the music!" you said, voice obscured by his chest.

"we don't need music to dance, doll"

and so you stayed in his arms, his body gently rocking yours, moving to a beat only the both of you could hear. occasionally, he'd twirl you around, dipping you down to kiss you right after, just so he could hear your sweet laughs.

you don't know how long both of you danced for. you don't remember it, but you fell asleep in that very position - in his arms, while standing. you didn't even realize how exhausted you were.

you woke up in the comfort of your bed, still trapped in his arms, light snores escaping him. he must've carried you here. he was definitely going to fall sick, but honestly? he couldn't bring himself to care.

he might catch a cold, but in that moment, all that mattered was the gentle rise and fall of your chest, and the content smile gracing your gorgeous features.

toji was not a romantic. but for you, he would get soaked in the rain a million times. for you, he would do anything to put a smile on your stunning face. for you, he would do anything.

i love him i love him i love him i love him

[xtrashmammalstefx]

All Shook Up! (An Austin Butler x Reader SMUT!)

WARNING: SMUT, LANGUAGE, minors dni

Notes: SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKA! I know I've been gone for a while but in all fairness this summer just sucked balls and I'm just now getting back in the proper headspace to write/post. Idk what I'll write next but I promise there will be more stories coming. Anywhore I'll shut up now. Enjoy!!

PS: This is technically a sequel to Chaos Monster & Her English Gent but I think it can be read on its own. Okay shutting up for real now.

Sometimes my heart can be the stupidest piece of shit ever. It’s been weeks since that day in Callum’s dressing room, and only days since filming wrapped for the season. Callum’s been blowing up my phone constantly and Austin was now home for the time being until he had to go film his next project.

The day my heart fucked me over was one of those miraculous days when both Austin and I had the day off. Austin was spending it reading a new script, while I was just doing my best to relax.

Hello darling.

I chuckled and answered back.

Hey.

Bored already?

No.

I’m just missing my special girl is all.

I rolled my eyes just as the next text came through.

Send me a pic?

Doesn’t necessarily have to be sexual.

I just wanna see your pretty face.

“What you laughin’ at Priscilla?” Austin asked distracting me from my phone. He was in the arm chair looking at me; his script laying on his lap.

“Nothin. Just your boy being a fucking idiot,” I semi-lied. Austin still didn’t know about Callum and me...and if I was being honest I wasn’t too sure about Callum and me either. I’ve been accused of being too hasty with other things before and a part of me feared I was being to hasty with this too. Needing immediate distraction I raised my phone (camera on) and aimed it at Austin. “Smile baby.”

Austin looked up from his script and smiled without questioning it. I took the photo and sent it to Callum. “Do I even want to know what you’re doin’ over there babe?”

“Callum asked for a pic, but as you can see I currently look like shit,” I motioned at my messy bun (didn’t exactly feel like brushing out my hair that day), make-upless face, and bespectacled eyes.

“Darlin’ I hate to break it to you but never since I have known you have you looked like shit,” Austin said. Just then another message came through.

Sexy but you know that’s not what

I meant.

“Why does he want a pic anyway?” Austin asked.

I shrugged. “I think he just misses our stupid faces.

“Mm… I think it might be more than that sweetheart,” Austin said tossing his script onto the coffee table. “I saw the way he kept lookin’ at you on set. He looked at you like you were the finest piece of meat this side of the Atlantic. Which ain’t totally off base if I say so myself.” I scoffed at the idea but Austin continued to look serious. “You’re the most beautiful girl I know. It’s a shame that you don’t see it because I see it very clearly.”

I sighed and tossed my phone onto the coffee table before getting up and darting towards Austin. I sat down on his lap and cuddled into him. Austin chuckled deeply and wrapped his arms around me. Austin always gives the best hugs. “We really need to have more days like this.”

“Like what?” Austin asked resting his cheek on my head.

“Like this. Just you and me...like we’re the only ones in the world. Like nothing else matters as long as we’re both here, together, for forever…” It was then I felt Austin’s lips pressed themselves on my forehead.

“You’re already my whole world Y/N,” he muttered.

“And you’re mine,” I whispered pressing my lips against his cheek. It was something I had done many times throughout our friendship but this time… it felt different. This time he trembled at my touch. “You okay?”

He nodded. “Just all shook up I guess.”

“You fuckin’ dork,” I laughed before he was suddenly pulling me in. His lips enveloped mine sending a tingle up my spine. I know I should’ve pulled away...told him about Callum and hoped for the best but… I don’t know. For some reason I just… I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop.

But I guess something else wanted it to end.

Ding dong.

Austin pulled back and sighed. “That would be our UberEats.” He carried me back to the sofa and sat me down before going to answer the door. Normally Austin would gladly cook for us but we both agreed that on that day we were feeling exceptionally lazy.

We didn’t really say anything as we had our Thai dinner. Just snuck glances at each other every now and then. At one point I think it became a little too much for him to handle for he swiped the box of Mango Sticky Rice I had started to dig in to. “Give it back.”

“Hell nah, not until you get talkin’.” Austin said continuing to hold the rice hostage.

“I am talking,” I said. “Give. It. Back.”

“Or. What? Sugar.” He smirked pushing my final button. I dropped my chopsticks and pounced on him.

“Fucking give me the rice!” I snapped at him trying to reach for my rice which he now held above his head.

“Not until we talk about what happened earlier,” he said.

“God dammit Austin, it wasn’t rocket science, it should be obvious why we―.”

“Stop…”

“What? I thought you wanted me to…”

“No, I mean stop grindin’ on me,” he said making me realize that as I had been trying to get my rice back, I was simultaneous rubbing myself on his clothed crotch causing him to stiffen.

“Okay, needless to say that is your fault,” I said freezing on top of him.

“How the hell is that my fault?” he asked. “I didn’t ask you to grind on me.”

“No, but you stole my rice,” I pointed out before carefully standing up. “So… what now?”

“I don’t know. I mean, I know I want this, but I can’t decide for you,” he said before slowly standing up. “So until you know for sure if what you felt was as real as what I’ve been feelin’ every day since we met, I’m gonna have to handle this with a cold shower.”

He left the kitchen soon after leaving me be for a few minutes. I was suddenly not hungry for rice or anything on the table so after a moment I stood up and started towards my room needing to just collapse for a bit.

As I approached the door though, Austin left his room wearing nothing but a towel around his hips. “Oh, uh, sorry, I forgot my new body wash in the shopping bag.” He continued towards the bathroom and left his body wash on the counter before turning back to face me. “Is-uh-there something you wanna talk about?” He asked noticing my transfixed stare. He’d been spending his off time these last few months and his current off day to do a little extra working out for his new role and damn did it show. His abs were more defined, and his ass more perked and firm. “Y/N? You okay darlin’?”

“Uh-um-yeah,” I said. “I’m fine….I’m…” He approached me and placed his hand on my shoulder.

“You sure?” I was suddenly filled with a different, much stronger, hunger. It had me practically screaming inside while outside it only had me placing my hand on his chest. “Y/N?” I reached up and connected my lips with his. His body froze at my touch for only a moment before he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me back. He pressed me against the nearby wall and let his lips fall to my neck. As he kissed and suck on my flesh I reached down and yanked at his towel, making it fall to his feet. I wrapped my hand around his length and gasped at the feeling of his size. He wasn’t too long but girthy as holy fuck. I tugged on him gently earning a growl like sound in return. I chuckled.

“You really are all shook up aren’t you Elvis?”

“Oh fuck yeah I am Priscilla,” he said before placing his hands on my legs and picking me up. “Fuck yeah I am.” I wrapped my legs around him and let him carry me to my bed.

He laid us down and reached to pull off my shirt. He peppered kisses all over my body as he rid me of my lazy-day clothes. Once my panties were gone he placed my legs on his shoulders and brought his lips to my core. I moaned louder than I ever had, earning a chuckle from Austin before he continued to suck and lick me until I was nice and slick. “I wasn’t there yet you jerk,” I groaned as he climbed back up.

“Relax darlin’, I’m just getting started,” He smirked before reaching down and giving himself a tug before placing himself at my entrance. Just the feeling of it there made my body tremble. “Like it?” I nodded. “Want it inside you?” I nodded again. “Okay then…” He thrust his lips sliding the tip inside me.

“Holy fucking shit!” I hissed.

“So tight sugar,” he groaned pushing in further. Tears filled my eyes as he continued to stretch me. “I ain’t hurtin’ ya too bad am I?” I shook my head. “Good, I’ll try not to but feel free to hit me if I do.”

“Just fuck me already Aus,” I muttered. He leaned down and kissed me deeply before bottoming out and pulling back again. He kept his pace slow and gentle while I grew use to him. I pecked his lips and held him so our bodies were pressed together. As he continued moving inside me I snaked my hand down his back and squeezed his ass. I was right, it was pretty damn firm.

“God you drive wild,” Austin chuckled.

“How wild?” I asked.

“Want me to answer or would you rather I just―.” He thrust into me harder. “Show you.” He started moving his hips faster making my back arch.

“Oh fuck!” I screamed as he continued to thrust into me like his life depended on it. After a while he kissed me again and brought his lips to my ear.

“You wanna ride me?” I nodded eagerly. He wrapped his arms around me and flipped us over so that I was on top. I moved my hips rough and fast. It was like my whole being was just feral for him. “Holy shit you’re so fucking good at that.” Austin moaned thrusting up into me as I continued to ride him. As he did he brought his fingers to my clit and started rubbing me. That’s when the pressure began to build up inside me. “You gonna cum sugar?” I groaned and nodded. “That’s alright just come right on me. There you go baby.”

My whole body froze as a shiver ran down my spine. I was damn near screaming as I tightened around him, damn near squeezing the life out of his cock. I had just started coming down from my high, still partially blinded by the mind-blowing orgasm, when Austin wrapped his arms around me again and flipped us so I was on the bed once again.

“God you’re so fucking tight around me,” he groaned as he continued to thrust into me, only a little sloppier this time. “Gah fuck I’m gonna cum!” He moaned more and more as he started getting close. “Wuh-Where do you want it?”

“In...Inside...Inside me.” I said still breathless.

“You- You sure about that sugar?” He asked growing more and more spastic.

“Yes, god yes… fuck a baby into me Aus…” No sooner had I said that that I felt him twitch inside me. A rainbow of curses left his mouth as his body shuttered to a stop. He collapsed on top of me and gave me a final kiss on my now swollen lips.

“I fucking love you Y/N,” he said. “I love you more than words can say.”

I ran my fingers through his curls. “I love you too, Aus.”

He smiled and reached down to pull himself out of me. I hissed a bit when he did feeling a bit of a sting. “Sorry sugar.”

“It’s alright,” I assured him. He moved to lay down beside me and when he did I snuggled up to him. I fell asleep listening to the sound of his heart.

[kyokutsu-sama]

omg, this was a random thought that popped into my head😭william with an s/o, who during her period, gets the WORST anger issues? im talking she gets annoyed if someone breathes wrong😭how would he react to her random sobbing and extreme clinginess during all that? thank you!!!

A/n: Hi!!! When I read the request I just find it funny cause this is so me when I'm on my period😭🤭 I hope you like it.

I really felt sorry for William after writing this one😭

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As we all know, William is a very kind and very patient man. It's almost impossible to get this man out of his peaceful state (unless it's something really bad). He begins to notice that for a few days now, she has been acting strangely towards him and everyone in the room. She who used to be as respected as the captain and so nice to everyone, was now shouting at everyone and without any patience. William already suspected that she was going through that typical monthly phase where she just wanted everyone to disappear but at the same time would cry if that happened. He decided not to confront her with that, out of fear, since she was looking like a wild animal on the loose. He couldn't help but stare at her when she was acting like that, towards someone from Golden Dawn. He even tried to get closer to her to interfere but when he saw her looking at him with that dark look, he hesitated. "WHAT'S WRONG WILLIAM? WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME? DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL ME?!" She shouted at him The captain just stood there, with wide eyes and an expression like "Honey... I was just passing by... I didn't do anything wrong🥲" It was then that some of the members reported situations like this to him. "Captain, with all due respect but she's going crazy! Everyone in the division is shaking because of the way she's yelling at everyone and looking like she's going to kill someone!!"Klaus said, completely terrified, to the captain who assured him that he would solve everything She spent the whole day walking here and there, hurriedly, while doing her duties within the division, keeping an ill-tempered look on her face, which made the members of the division afraid to approach her, since even breathing seemed like a problem for her. That attitudes, created small murmurs among the members in the corridors of the HQ, wondering what could have made her like that. At the end of the day, she used to go to William to see each other, as they rarely saw each other during the day because of work, but that day it was he who went to see her, especially after she shouted at him and avoided him when he tried to interfere when he saw her scolding another member when he dropped some papers on the floor that were for the captain. William slowly opened the bedroom door, peeking inside and saw her sitting on the bed, with her knees to her chest and crying. A scene that broke his heart. William approached and she quickly threw herself at him, hugging him tightly and he held her, caressing her back with his hands, while she sobbed. He sat with her on his lap, listening to her lament for being so mean to him and others. "I'm sorry for yelling at you William, I'm really an idiot, I'm horrible and I don't deserve you..." She sobbed, clutching the fabric of his uniform "Don't say those things, my love. You're important and I really like you and so does everyone here, do you hear? I love you so much." He whispered, wiping her tears while she was still there, clinging to him and apologizing He always stayed by her side while she calmed down, he couldn't help but smile when she gave him a load of kisses and hugs. He thought she was cute even when she was mad, although the sudden change in mood was still leaving him a little confused. "William, will you forgive me?" She asked for the thousandth time "Yes, I forgive you," He sighed. "I know this time of the month makes you more sensitive and ...a little angrier but it's normal and I'm always here, whenever you need me, okay?" He moved her hair away from her face, kissing her forehead "Oh Will, you're so cute I think I'm going to cry again..." She said in a tearful voice and he chuckled "You don't need to cry anymore. I'm always here." He gave her a peck and hugged her This man is a sweetheart❤️

[ideas-live-forever]

Different Dates With Ken!

This is my first time writing in a while, so forgive me if I’m rusty! Been obsessed with the Barbie movie, so here’s some Stereotypical Ken x Reader headcanonssss

please feel free to send ken prompts/asks i am so bored!!

(also, i wrote this in like an hour so there’s probably some typos and ken is probably ooc or something i’m sorry 😭)

You and Ken had been dating for a month now, the two of you in the human world

dinner dates

He doesn’t really have a concept of indoor voices, so he kind of talks at a normal volume.

which would be fine, except you’re in a formal restaurant where everyone is basically whispering.

If you gently point it out, though, he’ll go extra quiet and only talk in a whisper for the rest of the dinner.

He’s just paranoid that he’s embarrassing you or something.

When the bill comes, he definitely tries to pay it (assuming he has money).

If you get to the bill first, he gets really pouty, though he’ll forget he was ever upset if you give him a kiss.

“Y/nnnn, let me pay. It’s the least I can do," Ken begs, pulling out the puppy-dog eyes.

"No," you respond. "You try to pay for everything. Let me treat you once in a while."

It takes a great deal of self-control, but you can't stay away from his eyes long enough to pay for dinner. After you hand the check back to the waiter, you glance back at a now-sulking Ken. He looks almost sad.

With an affectionate eye roll and a smile, you lean across the table and press a small kiss onto his lips. Immediately, he melts into it. And when you pull back, he’s all smiles before he remembers that he’s supposed to be mad at you.

If he gets to it first, he pays, and he smiles at you triumphantly, clearly proud of himself.

After dinner, he insists on walking you home because he doesn’t own a car.

At your door, he thanks you for taking him out and kind of stands there awkwardly.

You have to lean in and initiate the goodbye kiss, but he more than enjoys it.

Study dates/coffee shop dates

Ken didn’t go to college, or school at all, really, so he didn’t quite understand the concept of the date you were currently bringing him to.

However, he sat patiently in the coffee shop while you got your stuff together and opened your laptop, just smiling at you like an idiot.

He takes the time to admire you in your element.

When you ask him what coffee he wants so you can get it for him, he cocks his head in confusion.

"There are, like, different kinds?" he asks innocently, glancing between you and the sigh with different options he had previously failed to notice.

You have to stifle a giggle at his reaction.

"Yeah, there’s a bunch. Come on, I'll recommend you some."

Ken tried a latte.

He didn’t like it.

However, he sipped on it periodically, mirroring your actions as you looked through your work.

He had brought some books on Horses to look over while you were doing your thing, but he couldn’t really focus on reading while you were right there.

He placed some random sticky notes on the pages absentmindedly as he watched you with wonder in his blue eyes.

If you get frustrated at all, He’s quick to ask what’s bothering you and decides that he’s going to help you study. Whether that involved holding your extra papers or helping you with flashcards,

When you wrap up, you notice how little of his latte he has drank.

When you ask about it, he quickly downs the whole thing, plastering a fake smile on top of his look of disgust.

movie dates

This one was Ken's idea.

There's a movie theater in Barbieland, so he knew the basic premise of a movie date.

Although it took a while for him to figure out how to buy the tickets because in Barbieland they were free,

She definitely picked The Little Mermaid.

It seemed like a safe option to him, considering that everything else was either sad-looking or a horror movie, and he can’t really handle either of those.

The plan was to meet at the theater, so he waited outside for you to get there.

When you did, you two went inside and ordered a large popcorn, but Ken let out a little gasp of excitement at the other snacks on sale.

He ends up buying a pretzel, a bag of chips, and a bag of cookies.

All of which he insists on sharing with you.

When you finally go into the theater, he gets a confused look on his face.

He’s never seen movie ads before, so he assumes they're part of the movie.

"I thought this was about a mermaid."

After explaining it to him, he nods vigorously and blushes a bit in embarrassment.

When the movie finally starts, he smiles really big and turns to look at you.

Ken gets HEAVILY invested in the movie.

He definitely cries during Part of Your World, and he’s horrible at hiding it. That results in him clinging to your arm and the people next to him giving him weird looks.

When it’s over, he has a look of faraway wonder in his eyes.

As you two walk out of the theater, he can’t stop gushing about how cute Ariel and Eric were. And how he wanted to watch the original animated movie. And how you two should have matched Little Mermaid Halloween Costumes

Before you leave to go home, Ken gives you a bone-crushing hug and a thank you for spending your afternoon with him.

Which leads you to kiss him.

Which makes him unable to stop blushing as you say your goodbyes for the night.

[ronearoundblindly]

Zones and Photography for Fools Rush In! Steve. Preferably pre-nomad 😆

I read every update of yours as soon as I get the notification. Keep up the good work. You are amazing <333333

From this dirty ask game but okay, wait, I hope I'm understanding this correctly.

Fools Rush In!Steve is post-canon--he's a version of Steve that came back after replacing the Stones from Endgame,--so technically, he already went through his actual Nomad years. I'm gonna have to assume you me pre-Dignity of His Choice (since that's when he kinda looks like Nomad or Ari Levinson whoops again) which is fine because after all of Dignity's angst, I'm sure people are afraid of where that leaves us--terrible of me to leave y'all hanging so long, sorry. OH CRAP! Welp. This is gonna have some spoilers sorta kinda for the honeymoon fic in the works...Yes, Ro, but when will we ever get that f***ing thing???

So. Right. Here we go! Sorry, but MINORS DNI for these still.

woahhhhh omg he glows so pretty 🫠🤤

Z - Zones

Oh boy, oh boy!

Is it hot in here??? Just me? Sure. That checks out.

Steve has diminished sensitivity after the serum. It makes him stronger to feel less pain, but it's slightly more difficult in nearly ever other aspect of life. He feeds his tactile experience with the acuity of his enhanced senses. Ever heard the expression 'eating with your eyes?' Like that.

The sight of you, the smell of you, what you sound like, how you taste, these are all things he can absorb to fill in the gaps of his touch.

Now, the caveat? He's not a fucking idiot. He can tell if you are kissing, biting, scratching, or gripping him. He knows these are things you do for your enjoyment as well, so that fuels his entertainment during sex. After a whole lot of wallowing over how disconnected he felt without sensitivity, he understands this actually brings you two closer together because pleasure and intimacy is truly a shared experience.

Uh. Also. His neck. No judgment but he can hear and smell you very well if you pay attention to his neck. That's pretty great. He likes that.

P - Photography

Honestly, I just want to burst out laughing even imagining Steve taking a dick pic much less sending it 🤣 If he did do something like that, it would be an accident, and that boi would rush into some lab and insist there was a super secret mission to completely delete the contents of your phone before you opened it. I feel like he'd be lucky if he didn't just smash the phone itself out of panic. Seriously, I'M IN TEARS. Just no, hard no on the sending nudes.

I also think he'd be super worried about privacy if you sent them. The idea is sound, and it's not like he wouldn't enjoy them. Steve doesn't trust technology that much though, so not digital. Analog. Old school is the way to go. Which bring us to this cheeky bastard on his honeymoon with Keeps.

Enjoy this excerpt I've sat on for a year!

“What’s that?” “Your wedding present,” Steve beams. He fakes a frown at your following ‘we weren’t doing presents’ look. “Not big ones. They’re just for fun.” He picks up another Canon film camera, a hefty black and silver thing from his hard-sided suitcase, and hands it to you. “Thought they’d be nice for the trip.” You weigh it in your hands and eye the Polaroid then switch with Steve. “That’s more of an artsy-fartsy Sketch thing,” you say, stepping around him with your new toy, rushing to grab toasty sweatpants from your own bag. As you bend over to pull out the garment though, you hear a mechanical click and whip around. Steve still faces away from you, but his head is slightly turned and he softly whistles, so of course, you lift your camera and snap a picture of his ass, too. He wrinkles his nose, looking over his shoulder with an unhidden smile. You shake out the photo card provocatively while he suits up for the fireside in a sweater and jeans. He glances at the developed shot and, seeming satisfied, plants one more kiss on your forehead. He hums as he holds up his picture of you entering the tent, thumb tracing the line of your hip exposed like it was on the glossy magazine pages after your bear debacle. “Yes, out there distracting all the wild animals,” you joke. “It’s working,” he mutters. “Hungry, Misses Rogers?”

Also, lest we forget, Steve has an incredible memory. He does not need footage to remember exactly what it looks like when his cock is slowly dragging in and out of you, or how your ass jiggles as he ::cough:: enthusiastically fucks makes love to you ::cough::

Thank you for asking!

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[sassylegshayne]

marry me, idiot. - chapter five

holy shit this chapter is nuts and kinda long but we have a lot to get through so I'm sorry?? idek what I'm apologizing for but whatever lmfao 🫶💓 enjoy!! mwah xx 3.1k words!!

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Everyone noticed it the next day. You and Spencer worked beside each other in complete silence. Josh felt on edge as he sat at his desk across from the two of you, the lack of chatter in the background of his editing was very weird.

You decided to give Spencer space, he would tell you how he felt whenever he was ready to. You respected his boundaries, and he respected yours, and that was the problem.

Kiana wanted to tear her hair out by the end of the week because the two of you still hadn't fucking talked about everything. She's been stuck listening to both of you complain about just how much you miss each other and couldn't bring herself to do anything about it.

Jackie's hopeless romantic heart couldn't take it, she's was right under Kiana for your number two supporter. Jackie and Kiana had planned a brainstorming lunch in Friday, determined to help you two get together.

The hope was that you two would admit your feelings, fall even more in love, and live happily ever after, but if you're just friends again, it'll do.

Jackie had presented an idea that made the woman across from her squeal in excitement. Kiana quickly set up a reservation as Jackie planned out just how she'd word her texts to you.

As soon as you had arrived home and parked, a message rang through your phone, the notification causing you to panic momentarily, your silence so suddenly interrupted for the first time in a while.

You didn't expect to be this lonely without Spencer. You had expected something, but you didn't think it would be this bad. You hadn't realized just how much time you spent with him until you were without it.

"hey, Ki's been super busy and I really wanna throw her a surprise b-day dinner at Buca's tn at seven if you can make it!"

Kiana and Jackie sat in their respective apartments, chewing their nails in anticipation for responses as Spencer received the same message as you.

The girls' facetime call felt silent as Jackie watched the both of you begin typing simultaneously, an eye roll well deserved before you both agreed, causing the women to cheer in excitement.

You rubbed your face, groaning as you agreed. Spence and you could put things aside for Kiana, it wouldn't be fair to her if your declined just because Spencer would be there.

Of course he would be there. It'd almost be weirder if he wasn't there. Honestly, if he didn't show up a piece of your group would be missing.

You took a deep breath before heading inside and getting yourself ready, pushing thoughts of Spencer to the side. Kiana was your priority tonight.

You'd been so wrapped up in all of this mess that your best friends birthday had slipped your mind, usually it was your forte to plan the gatherings, but it completely slipped your mind.

Ki's birthday was three days away, but Monday's are always packed for everyone, so dinner tonight, and you would bring her a cake and do a whole thing at work. Plenty of time to plan.

Spencer adjusted his grip on the steering wheel once more as he pulled into the last empty parking spot, letting his forehead rest against the wheel as soon as he shifted into park. His palms had been sweaty and shaky since he'd texted back Jackie earlier.

His nerves were set on high alert as soon as he'd finished reading. He has to be there for Kiana, no matter what was going on between the two of you.

He'd almost reached out and asked your for a truce on the night, but he's not even sure what he'd be calling a truce for. Both of you having long forgotten why you weren't speaking, but both of you were too nervous to break it.

It seemed like the universe wanted to give you a little nudge when you look up from your phone, your eyes meeting Spencer's across from you.

A smile splays across his lips and quickly disappears, replaced with a tight-lipped smile as he offers you a curt wave, getting out of his car quickly.

Your grip on the door handle tightens as you exit your own vehicle, trying your best to bite your tongue, afraid of what you might say.

Your former best friend.. former? Current? Who fucking knows anymore?

Spencer falls in stride silently beside you, your head tilted toward the ground, eyes watching as your feet fall into a rhythm, steps synchronized. It was hard to separate yourself from someone when they become that intertwined into your life.

Your hands brush ever so slightly as you approach the host stand, a small smile across your lips.

"Hi, we have a reservation under Jackie Uweh." Spencer offers, his smile matches yours as he fidgets with his hands, mindlessly picking at his cuticles with his hands stuffed into his pockets.

He didn't know what to do in this situation. His hands are normally on your hips, or his fingers intertwined with yours, so the air between the two of you sat awkwardly, uncharted territory for the both of you.

You're quickly led to the table, your brows furrowed in confusion as the hostess grabs two menus, throwing your look over your shoulder at Spencer out of habit as he mirrors your look. The two of you sit with quiet thank you's as the menus are placed before you, the table clearly not big enough for anyone but the pair of you.

Realization sets in as you adjust yourself in the booth a bit more than necessary, your heart racing as you avoid Spencer's eyes as long as you could.

But eventually, you find yourself looking up from the menu, your eyes finding his glowing blue eyes already gazing upon you, drinking in every detail.

Spencer thought he might tell you everything he's ever wanted to, until your waiter gives a bubbly introduction, noting the recent engagement between the two of you.

Your cheeks burn as you bashfully thank her, your fingers fidgeting with the simple band on your finger, a habit you'd recently noticed. Yot quick to order, throwing on the appetizer you and Spence normally split as well, a smile tugging at his lips.

You settle your hands into your lap, smiling brightly as Spencer chews his lip, his voice barely audible.

"Hey."

"Hi." You smile, a weight lifting from your shoulders as you slump into the seat, sighing in relief. Spencer laughs a bit, fiddling with the napkin in his hands as he finds himself relaxing. Your laughter mixing with his like music to his ears.

He missed this so much, every part of it. He missed his lips pressed lightly to your skin, the softness of your skin as you brushed hair out of his eyes, the blush on your cheeks each time he looked at you.

Spencer knew he couldn't make it through this dinner without teling you everything, now he just had to accept that.

It was time to throw everything he had at you, no longer concerned with holding back if he was going to confess. So he shook himself a bit before reaching across the table, taking your hands into his.

Your eyes trailed from your hands, up Spencer's arms, detailing every tattoo you wished you could trace until you meet his eyes. You were glad to be seated, worried your legs would buckle under your weight right now.

You were always flustered by Spencer, but this was on a whole new level. Butterflies danced about your stomach as your heart raced, you felt like you could pass out from sheer excitement as you squeeze his hands gently.

"I can't go without you for that long again, that sucked ass." You laughed softly, smiling as Spencer nodded in agreement.

"I never realized how little talk to anyone else, my phone hasn't died at work once, either." You grinned, ducking your head down in embarrassment. You had a bad habit of sending Spencer tons of stuff while seated next to him, rapidly draining his battery.

"I don't want it any other way, Y/N, don't worry." He was quick to soothe you, knowing that you might mistake his admiration for anger. He thought it was the cutest shit ever.

"Spencer, I don't wanna go another day without talking so can you please tell me what was wrong the other day?" You bargained, brows furrowed as you tilted your head at him.

Spencer stiffened, his hands leaving yours as your drinks and appetizer arrived, the relatively slow night allowing for quick service.

You smile as you slide a small plate in front of Spencer. Your waitress is quickly behind, happily taking your entree orders before disappearing back into the kitchen.

The moment was lost as you two grabbed bites of spicy shrimp and fried calamari, but the tension remained clear. Your hands brushed a few times as you made small talk, unaware of when the next interruption should come.

"Okay," Spencer began, noting your waiter preparing to take the order of a large party, taking his opportunity when he could. "Listen, I'm sorry didn't tell you sooner, I want you to know that I really regret that."

You nodded slowly, encouraging him to continue as you sipped your wate, unsure as to where this could lead.

"You're my best friend' Spencer grinned, sighing softly as you reddened once more, his heart racing as he wiped his palms on his pants. "You know that. You mean the absolute world to me, Y/N. You're the person I really do wanna spend the rest of my life with."

"Tve spent years by your side now and wouldn't trade it for the world. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." He took a deep breath, smiling softly as his heart pounded in his chest.

Being in love with you has been the easiest thing in his life, it just feels so right, so perfect. Now all he could do was hope that you felt the same.

"I'm in love with you, Y/N." Spence spoke, biting his lip, eagerly awaiting your response. He felt like rything in his life had brought him to this point, even with the gentle push, or shove, from his friends.

You open you mouth to speak, your eyes wide and mind still reeling as your best friend sat before you. This wasn't a day you'd ever expected to see, and Spencer seemed so calm about it.

"It's all cool if you don't feel the same, I promise, dude." Spence spoke right as you were about to begin, causing you to chuckle nervously.

Spencer felt like there was a spear in his heart as you laughed, he was prepared for rejection but that was brutal.

You lean across the small booth, placing your hands lightly on Spencer's cheeks as your lips meet his.

The kiss is short and sweet, but the years of sparks were there. Everything you had ever wanted and more.

You're caught off guard by quick movements behind Spencer. A server rounds the corner, your own following behind with a soft smile.

Please don't walk this way... fuck.

You settle back down, smiling softly as Spencer meets your eyes with a dopey grin, slumped back into his seat. You kick his foot gently beneath the table, laughing as your waiter approached.

Spencer's mind was left in shambles, as was his heart. You didn't say it back, but you kissed him. You fucking kissed him. He had never been more confused and thrilled in his life.

As you open your mouth to speak, a plate is set before you, a smile whine leaving you as your face falls. You didn't want to wait, you wanted to say it back, but doing so over a view of your server's arms wasn't the right time.

The both of you were polite yet curt as you assured the server that you two would be okay, no refills, no cheese, thank you so much, oh my gosh will she ever leave?

Spencer was honestly still very surprised with the set up from Kiana and Jackie; pulling one over on the both of you deserved recognition. Granted, you were both extremely focused on each other, the outside world in a fog.

"You talk too much but I'm in love with you, too, Spencer." You grinned, the words tumbling from you as soon as your privacy had returned, your heart racing as you stared at him.

Spencer froze like a deer in headlights as he looked up to you, fork and knife resting upon his lasagna, prepared to take a bite. He was quick to set down his utensils, shufling a bit in his seat as he coughed a bit.

This was the best case scenario that he still didn't see coming. Spencer had assumed for so long that you loved him, just not in the same way. It was throwing him off to even think that you could.

"You do?" Your brows furrowed, laughing softly as Spencer questioned you.

"Yes, I do. I love you so much, dude." He grinned as you spoke, his eyes sparkling. "I love everything about you and have for a really, really long time."

Spencer nods, the grin unable to leave him as he takes his time to process everything. You've loved him for a long time, so what are the odds that you two fell in love around the same time?

If he could go back in time and kick his own ass, he would. There's no telling where you'd be right now, if only he'd told you sooner.

You felt like you could run for days with all of the excitement and nervousness coursing through your body. Everything was tingly as your hand met Spencer's, fingers intertwining as your heart raced.

"Okay:" Spencer chuckled, nodding as he finally spoke, unsure of where to go from here.

"Yeah," You nod back, laughing as you began to eat. "I'm happy."

The awkwardness was something new. Everything between the two of you before had been natural and felt fine, but there was a new, different air of tension hanging between the two of you.

The dinner continued on with lots of giggling and blushing, your small touches that had gone previously dismissed where now front and center in your mind.

Spencer was touching you every chance he got; his hand holding yours, brushing your hair out of your face, his knees endlessly bumping into yours beneath the table.

It felt like the first time all over again, Spencer knew he's set himself up to fall in love with you all over again. Everything felt different, everything felt new.

"So," You began as you dug your spoon into your shared chocolate cake, mentally comparing it to Josh's. "Do we tell everyone or do we keep this a secret?"

A grin immediately spread across Spencer's face and you could practically see the lightbulb going off above his head.

"Let's keep it a secret until the wedding." You set your fork down, slowly nodding as you finished your bite.

"Well, that certainly is an idea, Spence." You chuckled, covering your mouth. Definitely doesn't hold a flame to Josh's.

"I actually think that could be fun, but if we fold, we fold, okay?" You placed your elbow on the tabletop, pinky poised as you stared down your... boyfriend? Undecided.

Spencer nodded eagerly, grinning as he wrapped his pinky with yours. "We can be friends, at least, right?"

"Yes, obviously we can go back to normal but I guess.. yanno, couple stuff can stay in private." You laughed as you spoke, your cheeks burning brightly as your eyes darted everywhere. You quickly dug for another bite as a way to keep yourself quiet.

It was a strange territory for both of you. Neither of you had ever expected to be here, especially with the circumstances surrounding it, so navigating it was difficult.

"Okay, so we are a couple." Spencer stated, though it sounded more like a question. He took his turn at blushing as you nodded eagerly, a grin across your face.

"Yeah, we're pretending to be engaged, actually engaged, and secretly dating. I think it's pretty simple." You laughed, as Spencer nodded.

"I'm sorry, that's on me." He held his hands up in defense as you two dug back into the cake.

The office seemed to have a strange air when you arrived the next morning. Saturday's were normally pretty empty, most shoots wrapped earlier in the week, and videos prepped well ahead of the weekends.

The usual small group of cast and crews were there; Josh sat at his desk, headphones in as he edited an upcoming video for the Games' channel featuring Shayne and Spencer.

You smiled as you settled into your seat, your eyes glancing to the clock. It was second nature for you to be early. It was far less stressful than being late.

Spencer, on the other hand, strolled in fifteen minutes late, two coffees in hand as he sat beside you. You finished editing the audio of a particularly loud scream of Shayne's, thankful for the excuse to remove your headphones.

You sighed, setting them aside as you smiled at your boyfriend. Your best friend. Spencer. Holy shit, your best friend is your boyfriend, holy fuck.

It was obviously going to take you quite a while to get over all of the butterflies, if you ever do. Finally getting what you've yearned for for so long was definitely weird, but you could get used to it.

He grinned at you, leaning in as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, setting your cup before you.

"Hi, love" You smiled, taking a sip as Spencer chuckled softly. As you turned to him, you caught sight of Jackie strolling very, very slowly past the open office door.

Jackie waved, grinning brightly. The two of you reluctantly wave back, you tried your best to hide your giggles.

You shot her a playful glare as she froze for a moment. Spencer turned to look over his shoulder, a disappointed look across his face.

She raised her brows, offering two thumbs up. You finaly broke, laughing as you nodded your head, mirroring her pose. You glance to Spencer to find him shaking his head with a furrowed brow.

You shove his shoulder softly, laughing as he turns back to you, a grin across his face.

"I think she got the message."

[mollymauk-teafleak]

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My very first 911 fic! And it includes everything I took away from my binge watch of the show: Eddie Diaz adores Evan Buckley. Eddie Diaz overthinks everything he's ever done. Eddie Diaz is, at heart, a complete and total idiot. So here's a proposal gone (kind of ) wrong!

Huge thanks to my wonderful gf @hangsters for beta reading the fic and for getting me into this show in the first place!

Please reblog and comment over on Ao3!

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Any firefighter who’d been around for more than five minutes knew the call out bell had a mind of its own. Each one had a vindictive streak, a nasty habit of ringing out when it was most inconvenient, when the last thing anyone wanted to do was drop everything and start scrambling into their gear. It was the same in every firehouse across the whole damn planet.

But Eddie Diaz firmly believed the bell in the 118 was a particularly spiteful little bitch. 

He hadn’t had the time to collect any data on it (and, if he was honest, he didn’t want the bell to know he was on to it) but if he did run the numbers, Eddie knew what the tally would look like. It rang when they’d just sat down to dinner, when the smells of whatever amazing pasta dish Cap had cooked for them were filling the kitchen and making mouths water. It rang when Eddie had just gotten into the shower and, against all the odds, the water was exactly the right temperature. It rang when he’d just picked up a winning hand during one of Hen’s poker games. It rang when he and Buck had finally found a comfortable way to squeeze the two of them on a one person bunk because sleeping apart from each other was unthinkable. It rang when they’d just walked through the door, exhausted and sweaty from the last call. 

And it rang when Eddie had just walked in after his lunch break, when he had something very, very important in his pocket.

“Motherfucker…” he groaned as the shrill, demanding voice rang out, before he’d even had the chance to stuff his jacket in his locker.

“Tier three curse word. That’s a full five in the swear jar,” Buck bounced up behind him, snagging his bag out of the same locker, blatantly ignoring the ‘Diaz’ nameplate. 

And demonstrating neatly why Eddie couldn’t hide his very important item in there. 

He kept any trace of that frustration off his face, easy when the sight of Buck made him smile reflexively, easy as breathing, “Or you could just not tell Christopher I cursed?”

“And lie to your child? That’s what you want?” Buck gave him that winning smile, the one with a higher wattage than most floodlights, “Where’d you sneak off to all lunch, baby, you missed Cap’s famous macaroni? Well, you would have if I didn’t hide some in the fridge for you.” 

“And that’s why I love you,” Eddie spoke while his body moved independently, the two of them getting into their turnout gear side by side, a paired dance they’d done so many times it didn’t need conscious thought.

“See, I was wondering about that,” Buck laughed, stealing a quick kiss before darting to the engine, “Race you!”

Eddie gave him a head start, as much as it bruised his ego. He eyed the locker, eyes darting around before sighing and admitting defeat. He could figure something out later, the very important item would have to stay in his shirt pocket for this job.

He was just glad it buttoned closed.

—-

It had been a hell of a shift. That bell had been the first of many, it seemed a lot of people in Los Angeles were having a busy day and, as a result, the 118 did too. 

But Eddie didn’t mind so much. Now his long days didn’t end with a few stolen hours with Chris that never felt like enough, sitting and hearing about all the things he should have been there to see before his son would go to bed, Eddie left in silence his brain was only too eager to fill. He’d never been able to relax when things were quiet. It was strange, he went and risked his life all day long at the firehouse but it was coming home to that emptiness, the sound of his heartbeat in his own ears, the long hours of nothing, that used to terrify him.

But his life was very different now. Hell, he was different now, as Buck would quickly point out, never letting Eddie forget his hard won progress. 

This long day ended with dinner, the lasagne Buck made still tasting pretty damn good even after a few days in the freezer since the last time they’d had the spare hours to cook. Chris told them about his day, Buck told him about theirs, his stories full of large gestures and bad jokes that got the kid laughing all the same. They walked Captain around the block together, enjoying the golden glow of the sunset and the heat shimmering off the sidewalk, Buck’s fingers laced loosely through Eddie’s like he needed to know he was close. Eddie knew how he felt. 

Chris disappearing up to his room for an hour of video games before bed was new. It used to be Eddie wrestling a squirming Chris and all his leftover energy into some pajamas, then storybooks to soothe him, Eddie doing the voices as best he could, Chris small enough to fit on his lap and help turn the pages. Now it was Eddie sitting on his son’s bed while Chris got ready by himself, the two of them talking through the open doorway about small things that could turn into big things if they needed to. The feeling was the same though, that gentle, safe rhythm of their easy conversation, the feeling of unwinding and letting go. 

And Chris still let Eddie pull the covers up to his chin and kiss him lightly on the forehead. Eddie hoped that would never change.

“Night, kid,” he murmured, giving his curls a last ruffle, “Sweet dreams.” 

He really hoped they would be, hoped hard enough it was almost praying. They weren’t guaranteed for Chris, for either of them really. 

“Did you get it dad? The one we picked out?” Chris stage whispered, like Buck might hear them from all the way in the living room. His grin was a mile wide, so big it was hard to remember there were no Buckley genes in the kid. 

“I did,” Eddie whispered back, giving him a conspiratorial wink, “It looks even better in real life.”

Chris squirmed like his body couldn’t contain all his excitement, “Only ten more days!”

“See, how can you remember that down to the minute but you forget your English homework was due yesterday?” Eddie chuckled, bedsprings creaking as he got up, finger hovering on the light switch, “Now get yourself some sleep.”

“Love you dad,” Chris somehow managed to pack his excitement away for the next day, nesting down in his blankets. 

Eddie took one last moment to just look at him, safe and warm and knowing how loved he was before flicking the switch, blanketing him in darkness. 

“I love you too, Christopher.” 

He left his son with that, hoping it would be all the light he needed. 

Eddie had an odd sense of deja vu walking towards the living room, he wondered how many times he’d been greeted by the tinny music and unrealistic gun sounds of that particular video game. Except it was usually his teenage son playing, rather than his boyfriend.

“Getting in some extra practice so you don’t get your ass handed to you so hard next time?” Eddie hummed, collapsing bonelessly onto the couch, letting the day catch up with him a little. Captain decided to help with that, jumping up onto the couch he definitely wasn’t supposed to be on, sprawling across Eddie and squishing him into the cushions with 75 pounds of Golden Retriever.

Buck didn’t turn around, his eyes were glued to the screen, his thumbs ratling on the joysticks as he sat cross legged on the rug. He had an adorable habit of making it look as though whatever he was doing in that moment was the most important thing he’d ever done and, right now, he was playing that game like his life depended on it. 

“Could I get away with saying it’s more fun for Christopher to have a skillful opponent?” he asked, grimacing as his health bar drained another third. 

“Nope,” Eddie snorted, ruffling Cap’s fur and earning himself a lick up the side of his face, “You know he likes destroying you.”

“And this way it’ll be more satisfying for him…shit!” Buck dodged to the left like that would save his little pixelated character but no such look, a fuzzy explosion swallowed the last of his hit points, “I mean…shoot.”

“Nice try,” Eddie smirked, “Dollar in the swear jar.”

He sat back until his spine hit the couch, tipping his head back against Eddie’s stomach, relaxing at Eddie’s fingers immediately running through his curls, “Fine…that was a hell of a shift, huh? Never thought I’d say this but that vacation can’t come soon enough.” 

Eddie was glad Buck’s eyes were closed enough to miss the conspiratorial edge to his smile, “Just ten days. Then it’s just you, me, a cabin and a sky full of stars. No emergency for miles around…hopefully. No goddam bell at least.”

Buck smiled, bemused, even a little disbelieving, “The old me would be climbing the walls in ten seconds.”

“Whereas the new you will last a whole two minutes?” Eddie idly curled a blonde lock around his ring finger. 

“Nah,” Buck turned his head to look at him, blue eyes adoring but utterly focused, certain now, like Eddie was the thing everything else in the universe revolved around, “New me can’t wait. Things really are different now, I guess.” 

“They really are,” Eddie hoped Buck could see the same look reflected in his own eyes, that they were being more honest than his heart had ever been allowed to be. 

Buck leaned close and kissed him, a kiss that promised more, a lot more, but not just yet. 

“I should go get the laundry started,” he pulled himself up into his feet, stretching out in a way that pulled the hem of his shirt up, showing a stomach dusted with golden hair. 

Eddie wanted to pull him back down, kiss him harder, turn not yet into right now. But things really had changed and they now had a whole family’s chores to cram into the few hours between getting off shift and slamming into the brick wall of complete exhaustion. 

“I’ll give you a hand?” he started to pull himself up, making Cap whine unhappily. 

“No way,” Buck put a strong hand on his shoulder and pressed him back down, leaving Eddie pinned helplessly under the two of them, “You did the dishes all by yourself, you can leave this to me.”

Eddie at least pretended to put up a fight, “You sure? No one pays any attention to that chore chart really, Chris sure as hell doesn’t.”

But Buck just shook his head, pressing a kiss to his forehead before leaving him to be smothered in Golden Retriever fur, “Well, I for one have respect for your chore chart. Cap, don’t let him get up!”

Eddie chuckled, stroking their dog’s silky ears, stage whispering to him, “I’m not gonna, I promise…”

With Cap’s tail beating a soothing, happy rhythm against his leg and the realization that this was maybe the first quiet he’d had all day, he was in serious danger of slipping into a dad nap. At least until his phone, forgotten on the coffee table trilled loudly, cheerily upsetting his quiet to tell him he had a text. He indulged in a scowl as he groped for it, squinting at the slightly too bright screen. 

A message from the Captain, not the furry one who was now snoring on Eddie’s chest, having eagerly grasped the chance for a nap that his dad lost. The human one who always texted in full, perfect sentences with complete punctuation like Eddie would go through it with a red pen after.

Don’t panic but slight snag in the operation. Didn’t find anything in my locker. Hoping/praying you didn’t drop it off? Awaiting next instructions.

Like most soldiers or firefighters or people who’d been both, Eddie had the ability to snap from half asleep to up and running with a heartbeat, they worked on a switch, not a dial like normal human beings. He jerked upright, eyes wide and white with panic, Cap sliding off him with a shocked harrumph. 

Of course Bobby had kept to the plan. Of course he’d checked his locker on his way out of the firehouse, putting his hand right into the left pocket of his fleece, exactly where they’d agreed Eddie would leave the package. He couldn’t hide it in his own locker, Buck treated that thing like it had ‘Buckley’ above the door. But the captain’s locker was a much safer bet. 

The plan had been simple. Come back after buying it during lunch, knowing Buck wouldn’t ask to follow when Cap’s macaroni was on the menu. Don’t put it in his locker but slide it into Bobby’s, left conveniently unlocked for him, some time in between shifts, hopefully while everyone was still eating. Bobby would collect it at the end of the day, keep it safe at his and Athena’s for the next ten days. A simple drop off, rookie level operation. The kind Bobby Nash could do in his sleep. 

And the kind Eddie had completely and utterly fucked up. 

He’d never had a chance to put the package in Bobby’s locker, they’d just rolled right from one call out to the next with no break in between, the bell hadn't shut up for long enough. And in the chaos of it all, the rhythm of their jobs where it was adrenaline or nothing, he’d forgotten entirely. 

Which meant that the very special, very secret package he’d taken such pains to hide from Buck wasn’t in Bobby’s house or his locker, it wasn’t any of the safe places it was supposed to be. It was still in the breast pocket of his work shirt. 

The same shirt that was now in the laundry basket Buck was sifting through. 

“Oh motherfucker,” Eddie groaned. He’d put the money in the jar later. 

For now threw himself over the back of the couch, sprinting back through the kitchen towards the laundry room, narrowly avoiding at least seven different calls to 911 that would at least have provided a distraction. 

“You know what, baby, you’ve had such a long day, I really think you should let me do that and-”

Eddie’s frantic, rambling attempt to sound normal was cut short when he rounded the corner and instantly knew he was too late. Buck stood in the middle of the small space, face frozen in a look of shock that would be almost comical in most other circumstances. 

Eddie would take pretty much any one where Buck wasn’t holding a velvet ring box in his hand, open to show his own goddamn engagement ring. 

Eddie felt his stomach drop and shatter on the floor, slumping against the doorway, “Goddamn it…Buck, I’m sorry…”

For a second it didn’t seem like Buck had even heard him, like the words hadn't punctured his still, silent bubble of complete surprise. But eventually he shook his head, jaw working some words free, voice weak like the wind had been knocked out of him. 

“Why…why are you sorry?”

Eddie took a breath, his hand tangling in his hair like it always seemed to when he was stressed, “Because it wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be perfect, I was going to say all the right things and make it…make it the moment you deserved.”

Buck swallowed hard, “The vacation you planned. The cabin…”

Eddie winced, “Yeah. I was going to take you out into the mountains where you can see the stars and do it all traditional and shit. We had it all planned, everyone was going out of their way to help me but now I’ve completely messed it up and I’m really, really sorry.”

He almost flinched when Buck walked towards him, almost. Like he was still the teenager he’d once been, desperately trying to hold his family together, knowing that the smallest slip of his white knuckled grip would lead to raised voices, disappointment, disaster. 

But things were different now and the only thing Buck brought him was a smile as bright and warm as the sun. He took Eddie’s hand, gently pressing the ring box into his hand. 

“I didn’t see this. We didn’t have this conversation. I don’t know a damn thing.”

Eddie blinked, not understanding, “Uh…yes you do?”

The laughter that Buck had been fighting since he found the ring burst out of him and, like a kind of magic, an irresistible call and response, it had Eddie suddenly grinning too. The clouds moved away and now it wasn’t a disaster, it was a joke, just another one of the many stumbles they’d had in the too long road to where they were now. Suddenly Eddie could see them telling this story over and over, to their friends who would tease them and never let Eddie live it down, to his abuela who would shake her head fondly and proclaim it was clearly meant to be, to Chris and whoever else might come after him.

It didn’t need to be perfect, the two of them laughing in their laundry room until their sides ached and they were left holding each other up. It already was. 

“Oh god, I’ve proposed to people twice now and I think I’ve actually gotten worse at it?” Eddie wiped his eyes, breathless. 

Buck snorted in disbelief, arms wrapped around Eddie’s waist now like he needed to be as close as possible to him, “You think this is worse than blurting it out after a girl tells you she’s pregnant?” 

Eddie grimaced, “At least it was a surprise that time?”

Buck shook his head, looking down at the ring again where it shone in its bed of navy velvet, waiting politely to be noticed. Eddie had agonized for ages over what Buck might want to see in his hand when he went down on one knee, spending hours on websites, touring every jewelers in Los Angeles with Chris in tow, who was apparently just content to watch his dad’s madness unfold. 

And of course it was Chris who’d gently pointed out that he’d seen the right one in the very first place he’d looked, the little independent shop down on the promenade that made all their own pieces in house. Which was why the 118 had been called down there in the first place, after a little mishap with a handheld angle grinder. The owner may have been a little clumsy but she made some gorgeous stuff, one in particular had caught Eddie’s eye. A simple white gold band, filigree all around it that he could just picture Buck stroking his thumb over in that way he fidgeted with everything. 

So it was that ring Buck looked down at, looking a little regretful as he shut the box and closed Eddie’s fingers over it, like he didn’t want to be saying goodbye but knew it wouldn’t be for long. 

“So let’s say I didn’t see it,” Buck smiled up at Eddie, so wide his eyes crinkled at the edges, “You can do it however you want, whatever your plan is. Ask me under the stars or ask me right here, I’ll say the same thing.”

Eddie felt the tears that had been threatening finally break and run down his cheeks but he didn’t mind, he knew they weren’t anything to be ashamed of now, “I know. You can save it, I know.”

Buck laughed and pulled him down into a fierce kiss, a kiss that was as much a promise as any ring, one hand over Eddie’s heart and the other tangling in his hair, a reminder that he would always be there to hold him in one piece. That he wasn’t the only one holding on when it seemed like things might unravel, Buck was there with him. Maybe it was messy, maybe it wasn't what they planned but it was perfect all the same. 

“Have this then,” Buck murmured, resting his forehead on Eddie’s, “I love you. I love you so, so much, Eddie.”

“I love you too,” Eddie thought about every time he would get to say those words, wondering if they’d add up to enough, if they’d ever come close to the deep, almost overwhelming feeling inside him. 

But he would have the chance to try and, right now, that felt like the greatest gift in the world. 

Eddie hadn’t asked yet and Buck hadn’t answered but in that moment, as they held each other and laughed at themselves, Eddie could see the rest of their lives laid out in front of them. The proposal, both of them crying before Eddie would even get the words out. A small wedding in the Nash backyard, all of their friends and family and friends that had become their family there with them. Buck adopting Chris, the two of them going to his plays and parent teacher nights and graduations side by side. Maybe even another little one, someone with Buck’s curls and Buck’s smile and his big heart. 

Eddie saw the tears ahead as well, the near misses, the hospital waiting rooms, the moments when they would lose each other in the smoke and dark and chaos. And maybe the time would come when they wouldn’t be able to find each other again. He couldn’t see the ending to their story, there were too many to count, too many that were painful to even think about. 

But Eddie knew it would be worth it. 

And for all the moments they had in their future, Eddie knew most would be interrupted by that goddamn firebell. 

But at least when that bell rang, Eddie knew he’d be going with Buck. 

[4townie]

Road to 4☆TOWN

part 31 | part 32 | part 33 | part 34 | part 35 | part 36 | part 37 | part 38

Warning: Strong language

Robaire read over the half finished lyrics to the song he’d been working on, finding himself completely stumped. His pity party was interrupted by the doorbell. Robaire rushed to the door. “Jan—” He frowned. “Oh. Hey, Aaron.”

“Hey.” Z leaned on the doorframe. “I know it’s been a while since we’ve spoken, but T tells me you’re really into that girl from the hotel.”

“I mean, if you ever picked up a magazine, he wouldn’t have to tell you.” Robaire rolled his eyes. “But yeah. I am. What of it?”

Aaron held up his Polaroid camera. “I’ve got photos to show you.” He stepped inside. “Your girl…she’s got long legs, pineapple hair, wears lots of mini skirts. Amirite?”

“Uh, yeah.” Robaire looked at him in confusion. “How do you remember all that? You only saw her once.”

“I cross referenced with one of those magazines I never pick up.” Aaron raised an eyebrow. “She looked familiar when I saw her. I wasn’t sure at first, but now I am.”

“Sure of what? When did you see her?” Robaire asked.

“Olivia’s staying with us while my parents are in Aruba. She insisted we take her and Tae to the park to feed the ducks.” Aaron handed him the Polaroids. “That’s when I spotted her.”

Robaire shifted through the pictures. He could clearly see Janelle smiling and holding hands with some other guy, but he couldn’t believe his eyes. “She’s still seeing him…?” He felt a pang in his chest. “I thought…I thought he broke her heart. I thought I was the one healing her.”

“Hate to be the bearer of bad news.” Aaron shrugged. “We tried to tell you she was bad for you, man. Everyone could see it but you.”

“That’s not really helping.” Robaire shot him a glare. “I just…” he sighed and plopped onto the couch. “I thought I had a good thing going here. But this whole time I really was just a sucker. I was always her second choice.”

Aaron’s eyes shifted awkwardly. “Isn’t Jesse the one you usually go to with these problems?”

“UGH, what am I supposed to tell Jesse?” Robaire groaned. “I was being such a jerk to him but he was right all along. And my parents…” He faceplanted into a couch pillow. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to face anyone. I just feel like a total fool. How could she play me like this?”

Aaron looked between Robaire and the door, debating whether or not he should just leave him to his feelings. He sighed and sat on the floor beside him. “Listen, I get it. You must’ve been excited to have a life outside of 4☆TOWN. You just wanted us all to be happy and support you.” He shook his head. “I know it sucks a lot, but it’s not your fault.”

“It’s definitely my fault.” Robaire said quietly. “It was spelled out for me so many times but I chose to ignore it.” He stared at the photos. “Last time we spoke, we got into an argument. She told me she couldn’t be with another liar and yet…she’s the one lying to me. And here I was writing her a love song, trying to figure out how to make it up to her and she just—…” He scoffed and tossed the photos aside. “I’m such an idiot.”

“Well, I’m not gonna tell you this isn’t stupid cuz that’d be a lie.” Aaron admitted.

“Wow, thanks.” Robaire rolled his eyes. “I’m pouring my heart out to you and you tell me I’m stupid.”

“You didn’t let me finish.” Aaron narrowed his eyes. “I was going to say that even though you were being dumb, you can’t victim blame. She was manipulative and she played with your feelings and she knew exactly what she was doing. That’s a pretty fucked up thing to do to someone.” He looked over at Robaire, who was busy staring at a picture of Janelle sadly. Aaron sighed and got up. “You can stay here and feel sorry for yourself. And you can forgive her and look past it if you want. But the Robaire I know, the same jackass that stood up to our manager to protect Jesse, wouldn’t let someone like this win a fight. He’s too strong for that.” He shrugged before letting himself out.

Robaire shook his head when he was alone again. “I wish I knew where that guy was right now.”

[demonicbaby666]

I Want You

One shot | Criminal Minds Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!Reader

Genre: Smut with a little fluff

Words: 4.2k+

Warnings: NSFW, sex toy/ strap-on, praise, oral (r! receiving) and top!JJ.

Summary: After Will tells JJ he wants to become a family again, she has to make a decision as to whether to go back to him after he cheated, or continue what she has already started with y/n. 

a/n: So as promised this is from my ongoing fic, in context with the storyline it makes more sense. If you want to check it out it’s on my ao3 and wattpad, it's not great in all honestly (I know self-promotion skills are amazing). But it’s a fun enough read!

After three days of radio silence y/n was starting to feel nauseous, Emily had let her know they landed that afternoon, though she’s heard nothing from JJ and waiting for a call or a text was agonizing. She felt pathetic frantically leaping at her phone every time the screen lit up in hopes it was JJ. She wondered whether she was with Henry, still talking to the team, finishing paperwork, or with Will… 

Her lunch suddenly didn’t sit right in her tummy, moving around and threatening to rise up into her throat. Thoughts of JJ and Will together raced through her head, and no matter how loud she played her movie they refused to be drowned out. All the thoughts weighed heavy on her heart and the weight of an anchor pulled the organ to sink to the pit of her stomach. She withered under the sheer power and magnitude of her own brain, collapsing further into the couch and bringing her knees up to hold herself. 

Eventually a knock at her door broke her out of her trance and she hesitantly arose to approach the front door. Looking through the peephole she saw blonde tresses cascading over slender shoulder and her heart skipped a beat. Without hesitation she unlocked and opened the door, inviting JJ in. 

“Hey.” She said with a small smile, bending down to take off her shoes and then pulling off her coat. 

“Hi.” Y/n exhales, feeling as though she was letting out a breath she had been holding in for days. Though the relief was quickly eaten up and replaced with anxiety, realising the conversation they were about to have. Already lost in thought she felt soft fingers lace themselves between her own and JJ began guiding her to the longue. 

They both sat down, hand in hand, which y/n was grateful for. The warm feel of the blonde’s fingers in hers was somewhat calming her nerves, she could never deny any intimate contact with JJ always made her feel safe and excited her all at once. 

Arctic blue eyes locked onto hers and she felt her breath catch in her throat, anticipation weighing heavy on her chest. JJ’s eyes darting all over y/n’s face and the walls closed in on her, she felt as though she was drowning waiting for the silence to be broken. 

“I know what I want,” JJ whispered. If the two hadn’t been so close in proximity she wouldn’t have heard it, “It’s you. I want you y/n, I want us.” JJ finally breathed out pressing her forehead against the younger woman’s. 

Relief washed over her whole body, and for the first time in days she felt herself fully relax, every muscle in her body eased up and the release she felt was euphoric. JJ wanted her, not Will, her. She wanted them. A large cheek to cheek smile appeared on her face and she couldn’t contain her emotions as she felt her whole-body buzz. She was too absorbed in rejoicing that y/n didn’t realise she hadn’t said anything in quite a while and was just smiling like an idiot. 

“I’m going to take that huge grin as an indication you’re happy with this outcome?” JJ bantered, sporting a grin of her own.

Y/n tried to open her mouth, but no words came, the way she was feeling was indescribable. Coming up empty, she did the only thing she knew could convey all the emotions that were swirling around within her. She placed her free hand on the back of JJ’s neck pulling her lips forward to meet her own. Their lips came crashing tenderly together, and y/n poured all the love and happiness she felt into that one kiss, trying to express every thought racing through her mind. 

“I want you too JJ.” She mumbled into the kiss, before slowly breaking their lips apart. The older woman’s face was lit up like a firework show and she stared in awe as her lips tingled from the passionate kiss they had just shared. JJ moved forward to reconnect their lips. When y/n moved her head back a little, she furrowed her eyebrows and a confused look washed over her face. 

“What about Will and being a family?” she questioned using all her self-restraint to hold herself from kissing the blonde. Answers were needed. She wished what JJ had said was enough to quiet all her burning questions, alas it was not. 

A small sigh escaped JJ’s lips as she shuffled a little on the couch, placing her free hand on y/n’s waist. “He’s my past and whilst the idea of being a family again sounded comforting, I realised that’s all it was, an idea. When I think about a family now, it’s with you.” Her eyes widened realising what she had just confessed and scrambled to rectify it, “I’m not saying I want kids right now or anything or marriage. I just mean I see Henry, you and I when I think about the future. I see you playing soccer with him, I see all of us cuddling on the couch together, I see us having dinner, I see us talking about cases and when I think about who I want to wake up next to every morning, it’s you.” 

Y/n could see JJ’s mind wondering off thinking about the future, hearing the different tangents she began going off on. It was endearing but most of all, it was reassuring and warmed her whole chest. Butterflies were felt in her stomach thinking about the future JJ painted out and her cheeks were flushed, in fact her whole body was. Her vision became blurred and that’s when she realised, she was crying. Hands came to her face and thumbs gently stroked her cheeks, wiping tears away. 

“Is the thought of being with me really that bad?” JJ laughed, tears of her own now sprouting from her eyes. 

Y/n jokingly slapped her bicep chuckling at the comment. “It’s quite the opposite, now if you wouldn’t mind, I think you should kiss your girlfriend.” 

“Girlfriend?” JJ asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Sorry, too fast?” Y/n countered; her shoulders sunk a little from disappointment. She struggled to maintain eye contact, but the hands on her cheeks held her firm. Blue eyes softened and drew closer. 

“No, it’s perfect.” She said before leaning in and tenderly kissing y/n’s soft lips.

Their lips danced against one another, and the pace of the kiss picked up, becoming needy and wanting, the changed intentions between them apparent. JJ hungerly swiped her tongue along y/n’s bottom lip and she obligingly opened her mouth, moaning ever so slightly into the kiss. 

She flung a leg over JJ’s lap, now straddling her, both knees sinking into the couch. With the new position the kiss only deepened. Quickly it grew more and more fiery with their tongues entwining with each other. A hand tugged at the young woman’s top, silently asking for permission to remove the article of clothing, and it was readily given. The shirt was tossed to the floor and the blonde connected her lips to y/n’s newly exposed skin. JJ took the tender flesh between her teeth, earning herself a small whimper. It was likely to leave a mark but with heat traveling down to y/n’s core she couldn’t care less. 

JJ’s lips trailed down to y/n’s chest, whilst y/n worked on pulling JJ’s top off, interrupting the blonde’s descent. The younger of the two women pushed her back, quickly finding her feet when she stood up off of JJ, and a playful smirk adorned her lips. She bent forward, crouching down to tug at the older woman’s jeans and pull them down her slender legs. Instead of reoccupying JJ’s waist, y/n stayed stood up looking down at her girlfriend. JJ sat with her legs slightly parted, to the untrained eye she seemed calm and composed, but to, she could see right through the bravado. Looking closely she saw JJ’s chest was rising at a faster pace than normal, her palms were brushing against the sofa in a not so obvious attempt to wipe away the sheen that was caused by her nervousness, no not nervousness, excitement. 

“Are you going to just stare or come sit back down?” JJ said with a mischievous smile dancing across her lips, her right eyebrow shot up, curiously clearly peaking. 

Y/n slowly pulled her trousers down, making sure to sway her hips to no rhythm in particular until finally the material pooled at her ankles, and she stepped out. She could see JJ was enjoying herself as blue eyes never strayed from her, unapologetically roaming over every piece of exposed skin on display. When they stopped at the y/n’s cleavage her tongue came out to wet her plump lips. The look in her eyes was bordering on predatory, blue iris’s almost disappearing as her pupils eclipsed; the lust darkened her eyes and y/n’s arousal pooled thinking of all the things JJ would soon be doing to her. 

“Come here, right now.” JJ practically growled; if the verbal command wasn’t enough, her hands moved from the couch to tap on her lap, erasing any misconceptions of what was to come, or more specially, who. 

When y/n finally perched herself back on JJ’s lap, the blonde wasted no time, one hand quickly moved to y/n’s back, unclasping her bra, the straps fell down y/n’s shoulders and were pulled down her arms, leaving her chest fully on view. JJ moved forward to take a hardened nipple into her mouth and began laving and sucking, using one of her free hands to fondle y/n’s other mound, she squeezed it tenderly, and resting the other on y/n’s upper thigh.

The young woman latched onto blonde locks, arching her back slightly as pleasure washed over her body, goosebumps made home along the surface of her skin and a small moan freely escaped her lips. Instinctively her hips began grinding on JJ, the want, no, the need coming from between her legs was overwhelming and demanded attention. 

Knowing exactly what she needed JJ slid her hand further up between her legs and carefully moved the small piece of fabric to the side. Two fingers swept through her wet folds and y/n’s hips bucked in response, groaning when the fingers ran over her clit. Meanwhile JJ’s mouth slid to envelop the neglected nipple, tongue darting out and drawing circles around the formally soft tip.

JJ’s lips came back up to y/n’s, swallowing her small moans as she moved her fingers in a slow circular pattern over her clit. Pleasure exploded and rippled through her body, hips steadily moved back and forth, silently begging for more stimulation. JJ quickly understood and was more than happy to oblige. With ease, she slid two digits into y/n’s lubricated cunt. 

“Wait,” y/n breathed out. 

The blonde immediately stopped and pulled away from the kiss, looking at y/n with furrowed brows, “Did I hurt you?” worry filled eyes darted and searched y/n’s for any signs of discomfort. 

“No,” she said shyly, “I-I just want to try something.” 

JJ’s eyebrows shot up, clearly intrigued, her hands fell to y/n ass and she started pecking lightly at her neck. 

“Mmm, and what’s that?” She said, her words slightly muffled by the skin pressed against her lips. 

“It’s in th-the bedroom.” It was hard getting the words out with JJ now sucking on her pulse point. She was apprehensive seen as JJ probably wouldn’t know what she was talking about, what with the vague details she was giving her, but she didn’t exactly know how to phrase what she wanted JJ to do to her, or rather, it been far too obnoxious to say out loud. 

The blonde pulled away from y/n’s neck, making a popping sound as she released the newly bruised skin. Leaning back into the sofa and letting her hands run up and down y/n’s thighs, she looked up at the younger woman with devilish smirk and raised eyebrow, “Well maybe we should head in there?” 

It was hard to tell whether JJ knew what y/n wanted, but if she did, she didn’t make it obvious. 

JJ’s words barely registered in y/n’s head, she was far too distracted by the blonde’s defined torso. She took a finger to the toned stomach and ran it up and down the indented line that framed JJ’s taut abs. Completely mesmerised, gnawing down on her lip, y/n missed the hungry look forming on JJ’s face.

In one swift movement her legs were wrapped around JJ waist and hands gripped onto the younger woman’s firm ass cheeks. JJ stood up and carried her into the bedroom, her smirk never once faltering. 

Once the door was pushed open, y/n lowered herself off JJ, slowly unwrapping her legs and letting them fall so that her feet could meet once more with the cold floorboards. Their lips brushed against each other delicately before the blonde opened mouth to speak.

“Where is it?” JJ whispered, her lips tickling y/n’s. 

“Bedside table. Second draw.” 

JJ walked across the room, making her way over to the bedside table she opened the draw, y/n closely following behind. When JJ pulled the draw open her eyes fell on the strapless strap on, face unreadable to y/n due to the unfortunate position she was standing in. The younger woman apprehensively placed a hand on JJ’s bare waist, “Do you want to?” she asked nervously. 

When JJ turned around it was clear from the expression on her face that the answer was yes. JJ’s hands moved to firmly gripped y/n’s hips, and she was roughly pulled her in. Blonde hair tickled y/n’s neck as JJ brought her lips to y/n’s ears. 

“Now are you going to be a good girl and lie back on the bed?” She husked in a new tone y/n had yet to have the honour of hearing. Good girl echoed though her mind and shivers ran down her spine.

This being only the second time the two had been intimate, things seemed to be moving at a rapid pace, but y/n didn’t mind and, it seemed, nor did JJ. Both too eager to explore each other’s bodies and desires to worry about the nitty gritty details of what they were silently signing up for. 

Y/n lay down on the bed as she was told, spreading her legs slightly apart. She felt the stickiness in her panties, and it only grew when her eyes settled on JJ. The blonde took out the lube from the draw and pumped it on the shorter end of the strap, her hand clasped around the thick rod and started moving up and down. 

JJ took the liberty of taking off her underwear and she climbed on top of y/n, still holding the lubricated toy, she brought it to the younger woman’s lips, parting them. Her lips fell open and JJ pushed the top of the toy in, the image of y/n causing her to groan. The young woman felt the toy slip further into her mouth, accommodatingly she opened wider to take in the full girth of it and set to wetting it with her tongue. 

Pulling it back out of the y/n’s mouth, JJ lowered it to herself, the tip of the wearers end ran through her wet sex before reaching her entrance. Y/n brought her head up to place kisses on JJ’s neck as she plunged to toy into herself, letting out a low moan. 

Y/n moved her hands around JJ’s back to unclasp her bra and pull it off. The only item of clothing left between the two of them was the soaking wet piece of material that was around y/n’s waist. JJ lowered her head to the younger woman’s body, planting kisses along her jaw and neck until she reached her breasts. She sucked one nipple at a time before continuing her descent and reaching lacy material, eagerly tucking it down y/n’s legs she discarded the scrap on material somewhere in the room. 

“You’re so wet.” JJ seductively teased, bringing her tongue down to taste the younger woman. Two sets of moans rang through the room when JJ’s tongue prodded into y/n’s tight entrance. “So ready for me.”

JJ made her way back up y/n’s body and placed her hands on either side of her head to evenly hold her weight. Y/n could feel the end of the toy brushing against her thighs, excitement flushed through her body and pooled between her legs. She shifted and brought her knees up so that the heels of her feet were comfortably resting on the bed. JJ lowered herself and angled her hips between y/n’s legs, the strap now pushing right against her entrance, her lips were captured in a messy kiss that with all tongues and teeth, partially distracting her from being penetrated. 

Slowly the strap slipped a third of the way into y/n causing her to suck on JJ’s swollen lower lip and her hands flew to the blonde’s back, pulling her body closer. It glided back out to the tip, then halfway back in, back out and then all the way in. The movements were measured and slow as JJ began to find a rhythm that suited both women. 

Y/n reached a hand down between their two bodies and pressed the button on the strap, biting down hard and digging her nails into JJ’s back as the vibrations pulsed in her pussy. She kept her hand between their clad bodies, moving two fingers to massage JJ’s clit. Their lips no longer moved against one another, both women too focused on bringing the other pleasure and not getting lost in their own, ragged warm breathes instead were felt on their lips. 

The toy was pumping in and out faster now, each time hitting y/n in the perfect spot, waves of pleasure washed over her as the room filled with the smell of sex. JJ shifted her weight to her elbows, pushing in deeper and brought her head down to y/n’s neck. Their sweaty bodies were now even closer, skin gliding against skin, pert nipples lightly brushing against each other. Fire coursed through y/n’s veins and her whole body was set alight. 

JJ started to roll her hips; the thrusts now mercilessly harder but still controlled, the sound of y/n’s wet sex echoed off the bedroom walls and was accompanied by timid pants and whimpers. 

“Yes, just like that,” she shakily breathed out, “please don’t stop JJ.” 

A guttural moan rippled from her throat when JJ bite down hard on her neck. Pleasure and pain entangled into one as JJ soothingly brushed her tongue along the wounded skin. It was becoming increasingly hard to keep her fingers trained on the blonde’s clit, her stomach muscles were tensing, and she felt herself coming undone with each and every thrust. What were once small moans had grown into screams of gratification.  

“Not yet baby.” JJ commanded.

Her walls tightened around the vibrating false cock, and her back started to arch, nails digging deeper into the soft skin of JJ’s back. She tried focusing on her fingers, moving them faster and faster over JJ’s clit, desperately trying not to cum. 

“I’m close, oh fuck, I’m close.” JJ panted, sloppily pounding harder into y/n, her legs now beginning to shake. “Cum for me baby.”

With one final thrust y/n’s hips bucked and she let out a loud groan, finally allowing herself to orgasm in unison with JJ. With her pruned shaking hand y/n moved to turn off the vibrations that were stimulating both women and JJ slowly slipped out before collapsing next to her. 

“Fuck.” Y/n breathed out after a few moments of silence.

JJ turned to face the younger woman; a shit eating grin plastered on her face.

“I know.” She looked y/n up and down, biting down on her lip, “Turn around. Back towards me.” 

Y/n tilted her head, shooting JJ a look of confusion, but did as she was told. 

She felt JJ’s hands on her thigh, separating her legs, then she heard the sound of the strap vibrating again, accompanied with a small hum. Without warning JJ placed the vibrating cock to y/n’s clit and her head flew back to rest on JJ’s shoulder, a small mewl left her lips. The hard rod moved backwards and forwards, the tip dangerously nearing her entrance each time.

“Do you want me inside you again?” JJ husked, her voice dripping with desire. 

Y/n moaned softly, her body quickly responding to the new sensations firing through her, she pushed her ass against JJ’s crotch, “Yes.” 

“Such a good girl.” 

One hand came down and helped angle the toy in, whilst the other held y/n’s hip firmly. The pair soon found their rhythm and pace, this time neither held back as moans and profanities filled the whole apartment. Neighbours be damned when they were both in a state of euphoria, revelling in the intimate moment they were sharing and realising how badly they’d truly wanted each other. 

Far quicker than before, they both reached their peaks and there was no need for either to hold off when they both came together. JJ turned off the strap and pulled it out of the both of them, the toy was coated with their glistening fluids only tempting JJ to look at the space between y/n’s legs. Discovering the sheen sleek of cum dripping out of y/n, it seemed JJ was realising she hadn’t had enough. 

JJ quickly turned y/n on her back and looked her once over, taking in how beautiful she was post orgasm. Her legs were shaking, and she was still trying to catch her breath as she registered the look on the blonde’s face. 

“Jayje, I don’t know if I can go again.” Y/n said through ragged breathing. 

JJ climbed back on top and kissed her lips so delicately the younger woman thought she would melt away into the bed. It was a tender and loving kiss, so very different from the one they had shared mere moments ago and y/n knew JJ was showing her that she didn’t just want her, she needed her. Needed to feel her, to taste her, to have her, and it suddenly became so easy to concede. 

“I don’t ever want to stop with you.” JJ whispered against y/n’s lips. She pulled her head back and earnest blue eyes locked straight onto y/n’s, searching them for something the younger woman couldn’t quite put her fingers on. Instead, she offered JJ reassurance by lacing her hand through blonde locks and lightly pulling her down so their lips could meet once again. 

The kiss was just as it was before, soft, tentative and delicate. There was no sense of urgency and y/n was glad for it, her body still recovering from the power of her second orgasm. Slowly JJ ran the tip of her tongue between y/n’s lips, when she was granted access, she entered and slowly enveloped y/n’s tongue. The two slid against each other and worked in tandem, swirling and dancing around, y/n couldn’t help but hum at the comfort it brought her. 

Retracting her tongue JJ continues to kiss y/n tenderly before moving down and lightly pecking her cheek, then her chin, kissing along her jawline and eventually stopping at her neck to freely place kisses over the whole surface. She moved down slowly, still kissing along the younger woman’s body but stopped at her abdomen. Their eyes locked, a silent confirmation was exchanged with small smiles and JJ lowered her lips back down, placing a soft peck on each hipbone.

Once she got comfortable between y/n’s legs, kisses were lovingly placed on her inner thighs, the younger woman’s stomach was flipping and churning. JJ moved upwards to rest her lips lightly over y/n’s clit, gently running her tongue over the small bud she moaned at the taste. 

Y/n lifted her head onto a pillow, watching JJ take her clit into her mouth and suckle it. Her whole body instantly tensed, pleasure exploded through her, and she knew there was no chance she’d be able to last long. The expert mouth moved between sucking, teething and licking, stimulating her over and over again. 

“Yes, yes, ye-,” she shouted out, tittering on the edge of her orgasm. Her hips continuously ground against JJ’s mouth, with each brush of JJ’s feather light tongue the grip on the bedsheets tightened and more stars filled her vision. 

It was one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced, losing control, her whole body spasmed. A silent cry left her shaking lips, the mattress dipping under head, the sheer power of her release left her all but paralysed and her legs dropped down. 

Y/n was now beyond exhausted, and she felt herself melting into the wet sheets around her, her whole body unable to stop trembling. She didn’t even notice when JJ resurfaced and pulled her into her arms. Turning into the embrace, she laced her hands around JJ’s waist and focussed on controlling her breathing. Fingers ran through her messy hair and lightly massaged her scalp, soothing and coaxing her whole body into finally relaxing. 

JJ placed a kiss to y/n’s temple and closed her eyes, fingers still running through locks of mangled hair. The two got lost in the moment, warmth radiated between their bodies, skin pressed on skin, it was sheer and utter peace, it was home. Eyes drifted shut and the events of the evening took their toll when sleep claimed them. 

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[siriuslychessi]

02 Sandcastles

The lake was quiet in the morning, everyone would be either studying for exams or at the Great Hall for breakfast, yet Marlene loved that part of the morning outside, where the chill turned warmer, the sun bathed every corner of the grounds and she had time alone with her thoughts. 

And thoughts she had plenty. 

The wizarding world was at war, even if she wasn’t sure how it led there, and what had happened for wizards to turn so vicious on muggles, people that only did their own things and were not aware of their existence. And then how that hate had permeated through the magical society, tainting most of the relationships you might have, or considered having.

What had come of the world that hate was the answer and not anything else. 

She supposed that if she was younger she wouldn’t be thinking so much about this, her younger self knew there was some injustice, but the older she grew the more she worried, the more she understood how much she really cared. And it frightened her. 

Her alone time did not last very long as she felt someone sit next to her. 

No need to turn as she smelled the strong cologne of no other than Sirius Black. 

They sat there, looking at the lake, the little waves crashing at the shore. She could almost taste her last summer vacation before her seventh year, the last holiday before becoming an adult, having to make decisions that would impact her life and the life of the people she loved. 

“You read The Prophet?” His voice sounded distant at first, then it became clearer as she stopped focusing on her buzzing thoughts but on the presence near her. 

“Yeah,” she said quietly, not daring to look at him, she knew she would have too many emotions to face him right now. 

“Told you not to do that before breakfast, it always ruins your appetite,” he admitted, moving to stand and dusting off the sand from his trousers, his hand extended to her. 

“You are not my dad.” Marlene rolled her eyes, looking at his hand, “I don’t want to go back just yet.” she said truthfully.

“Who said anything about going back.” she could hear the smirk in his voice. “Come on, trust McKinnon, have I ever steered you wrong?”

Marlene chuckled, “I still remember a terrible James birthday where I ended up covered in goo.” 

“Pfff, merely once.” Sirius smiled at her, the sun behind him, the atmosphere changing with each minute they spoke. “Come on, Mars, I need a princess for my castle, won’t you join me?” he teased. 

“Castle?” she frowned, he mentioned they wouldn’t be going back. 

“Oh yes, very important castle.” He replied, “Technically we have to build it first, but I’m sure it’ll be a nice kingdom once we finish it.” 

“What do you mean build–” she didn’t have time to finish asking the questions while Sirius motioned to the sand around them, “You want us to build a sand castle?” she asked, amused. 

“The biggest there is, Bob loves them.”

“Bob?” 

“Yes, I mean he can’t come to shore, the big fellow, but I think he does love the castles we make, he always splash about when we build them.” Sirius pointed to the lake, and the cogs in Marlene’s brain finally moved in the right direction. 

“You named the Giant Squid Bob?” Marlene was genuinely laughing now. “You are mental.”

“Certifiable.” Sirius joked, “It was James’ idea, after Lily told him she would rather date the Giant Squid than date him, he needed a name for his nemesis. We were even more idiotic last year.” he admitted.

Marlene was laughing uncontrollably at how dumb it all sounded, but it sounded just like them. And by Morgana, she loved them just like that.

“What do you say, princess, would you help me build a castle?”

Marlene had seen him fake smile his way out of detentions, with other people trying to appear charming, even with herself when he tried to be dismissive, but this time around the smile on Sirius face was genuine, and it warmed her heart and whole body. 

“Let’s make Bob proud.” she smiled back, taking Sirius hand, feeling how her heart leaped once their hands touched, but decided that for today she would only think of sandcastles and nothing more. She could dissect her feelings for a certain black haired boy in the comfort of her room with the advice of her friends.

[gleefullypolin]

Dating Lady Whistledown by GleefullyPolin

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57046732/chapters/145081255

Summary: Eloise always thought that her idiot brother was merely a distraction for their shared friend Penelope, always in her ear and never allowing her a moment to venture out on her own. But when Penelope begins online dating and finally meets a man who starts to slowly win her heart, was fate truly at play all along?

Chapter 5: Best Friends and Idiots

“They stood there pretending to be just friends when all the while everyone in the room could plainly see the were only existing for each other.” Emma Blake

Colin paced the living room for what felt like hours, Pen was Lady Whistledown. His Pen. His Lady Whistledown. How did this happen? He opened his phone and read through all the messages they had sent each other the last few months. How did he not see her? The little things she would say that were so Pen.

His cheeks warmed as he read through the more intimate things they had shared. How was he supposed to look at her now knowing how much he had wanted her, needed her. God the things he had done to himself talking to her. He ran his hands through his hair with a groan. The carnal things he had imagined doing to her. The sheer amount dirty thoughts he had in a day he wouldn’t even begin to be able to explain.

He had a sudden realization that he was sleeping on the couch where they had been having most of their supposed “dates” and suddenly it had him wanting to tear his sweatpants off so that he could relieve himself immediately and soundly from simply imagining her touching herself to his words here. Penelope, touching herself because of him. God it was enough to make a man insane.

But he couldn’t just barge into her room now and suddenly announce it to her. Hey Pen, it’s me, Lonely Traveler, care to have a wank?

And now he’d been ghosting her for a week. A whole week he’d made her feel like shit. Hell, even he’d offered to beat the shit out of her wanker boyfriend. What a funny story this was going to be, offering to toss the shit out of himself. God he really was an idiot.

He needed to end this entire thing, right now. Tell her the truth. Right? I mean he had to. Fuck. He opened his phone and found their last messages. How does one admit to accidentally starting a relationship with your best friend?

LonelyTraveler: So funny story, it’s me Colin.

LonelyTraveler: Hey, Guess what! We know each other. It’s your best friend, Colin. So, like that whole jerking off to each other, we can laugh about that right?

LonelyTraveler: So Pen, don’t be mad, I swear I had no idea it was you when I imagined blowing my wad on your amazing beautiful tits but God can we do that in real life, you have the most amazing boobs!.

LonelyTraveler: I don’t know how to tell you it’s me, but I’m totally in love with you.

Colin threw his phone to the floor and groaned loudly. This was stupid. It was Pen. His best friend in the entire world. He just needed to be honest with her. He sat up again and picked up his phone.

~*~

Pen woke up and stretched her arms over her head, staring at the ceiling. Yesterday had been a wonderful day. It was the first time in a long time that she had felt like Colin had truly come home again. She rolled over and smiled at the giant black and yellow bee sitting next to her in the bed, the stuffed prize Colin had won for her last night after playing the bottle game more times than even he was willing to admit to until he finally won the prize. She wrapped her arms around it and squeezed before sitting up in bed to see that the sun had already come up. She could hardly believe she had slept in.

She reached over to check the time on her phone and frowned when she saw the notification on her phone. Her heart sank when she realized he had finally messaged her. She wasn’t sure why he was messaging her now or why she was so nervous about it. She knew that reading it meant she would finally know why he had been silent for so long. But she also knew that reading it would make whatever was written there real. Maybe she wasn’t ready to know.

She clicked into it and saw the long message and gulped. Long messages were never good, were they?

LonelyTraveler: Hey! So, I think I owe you an apology. No, I know I owe you one. I’ve been silent and that’s been unfair to you, so I apologize for that. My reasoning will not feel kind either, but I’ve been visiting someone who means a great deal to me, more than I realized. I feel it only fair to you to admit that I’m in love with this person. I think I always have been, but I’ve been a fool to realize it. You must know that when I started talking to you, I was at my lowest I’ve ever been and talking to you pulled me out of a darkness I was sure was going to sweep me under. I will always love you for moments that are dear to me. And one day, hopefully soon, you will see that those are moments to be cherished forever. Please do not think of this as goodbye, but as a new beginning, a chance to open yourself up to future endeavors. You sell yourself short too often, dearest, and you are treasure to be won. Do not forget that. 

Pen felt the tears before she realized she had released them. She always knew it would have to end, didn’t she? She guessed it was best that it happened now. What was she supposed to say to him? She didn’t want to be rude or say something unkind in return. He was honest to her, and she could tell that it had taken a great deal for him to say these words to her. But she couldn’t lie and say his words did not hurt her feelings.

Yet she also felt her own guilt at how she was harboring her feelings toward Colin the last few days without Lonely Traveler’s constant words in front of her.

LadyWhistledown: Hello. I must say I cannot tolerate a lie, nor will I spare you a truth. Your words did cause me tears this morning. I appreciate your honesty in these words, and I am glad you were able to work out your feelings. While you are sharing truth’s I must share one with you. I understand what it is like to harbor feelings for another, and I fear that that I have withheld my own during our time together. Though hopefully unlike yours, I have had these feelings of love in secret for many years and they are not returned. I have been in love with my best friend since I can remember. It is an awful burden to carry alone so I do not recommend hiding these feelings for long, so if you have not already declared these feelings for your love, I beg of you to do so assuredly, fervently, loudly. I thank you again for your kindness, and I wish for you again, the best happiness you can find.

She wiped her eyes and pulled herself from her bed, determined to start her day regardless of how much her heart ached.

Walking into the kitchen she found Eloise singing softly as she washed the dishes from the night before. “Morning, you seem happy.” She announced to her friend, trying to hide her own disappointments.

“Morning Pen, did my brother keep you up so late last night you forgot to rise with the sun.” She teased and then worry creased her brows. “Have you been crying, whatever is the matter? Did Colin do this?”

“Goodness, no. Is he here?” She looked around the quiet flat with the folded bedsheets on the couch.

“He went for pastries, he’s never not hungry.” She laughed. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”

“He broke up with me.” She replied with a soft sigh.

“Who did?”

“Lonely Traveler. Who else would break up with me!” She exclaimed.

“Oh. Right. Him.” She crossed her arms. “And um, what did he say, exactly.”

“He’s in love with someone else apparently.”

“Is he now.” She smiled suddenly. “I guess the Lord does work in mysterious ways.”

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing.” She shook her head quickly. “So, what did you say to him?”

“What could I say? I was honest, I told him I understood how he felt.” She shrugged.

“Because you are in love with someone else too?” She queried.

“What?”

“You said you understood how he felt, and he said he’s in love with someone else so that could only mean that you are in love with someone else to understand that feeling obviously.”

Well Damn her friend for being so attentive in the morning. “Oh, erm...” She picked up her phone and started browsing to get away from the conversation. “I just mean that...” she saw the message in the channel and clicked it. He didn’t usually post in the other channels, but his name was in there.

“Pen, who are you...”

“Not right now, El.” She waved her friend off as she pulled up the message.

LonelyTraveler: Hey everyone, I just wanted to let everyone know that I’ll be leaving this Discord. It’s been a life altering experience to find this place. Honestly, I never thought I would meet anyone here but then I ended up talking to the most amazing woman I could have ever meet. It’s hard to believe that spending all this time pouring my heart and soul out to someone who’s name I never knew and face I never saw would actually just lead me back to the one person who has owned my heart this whole time. So, thanks again for letting me put down anchor here for a bit, but my home is calling me. Signing off, Colin Bridgerton.

The phone fell from her hands and clattered to the floor.

“Pen are you alright?” Eloise’s voice was muffled as her ears echoed against the beating of her heart. “Pen?”

The door to the flat opened and Colin walked in, a box of pastries in his hand. The moment their eyes met, he smiled. “Hey.” He said softly.

She couldn’t breathe. She was sure her heart had stopped. Because he was standing there in her doorway with that smile on his face and that look in his eyes that said more than even words could convey and because somehow it said everything. She knew that every word on that screen was him, that every thought and emotion the last few months, every want and desire breathed into existence from a Lonely Traveler was standing there in front of her and she wanted nothing more than to kiss him. And so, she did.

She crossed the room, dropped the box of pastries to the table beside him, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down against her mouth until their lips met. Nothing in that moment existed except for them. Pen and Colin. Lady Whistledown and Lonely Traveler.

It was everything she had dreamt of and more.

It was glorious.

“Pen...”

“Just kiss me.” She breathed against his mouth as she felt him smile against her.

“About bloody time. Idiots.” Eloise sang somewhere behind them.

~*~

6 Months Later

“Wow, I can’t believe this is real. It’s so beautiful.”

The sun was setting in the distance, but Colin could only stare at the woman leaning against the balcony, her hair blowing in the breeze. The strap of her silk nightgown was slipping off her shoulder and he pressed his mouth against the soft skin where the strap should have laid. “You’re beautiful.”

“You’re missing the view.” She laughed.

“I prefer this view.” His mouth was nipping its way under her ear, breathing in the scent of lilacs and lavender from her shower earlier that evening.

“Colin, you are impossible, we are supposed to be watching the sunset.” She purred, her nails scraping through his hair at the nape of his neck.

“I said I would share the sunset with you, I didn’t say what I would be doing while I shared it with you, Pen.” He laughed but crossed in front of her, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaving a hot trail of kisses across her chest.

“Mmm, your sister is right, you are very distracting.” She giggled and he groaned.

“Please never mentioned my sister when I’m trying to get you in bed.”

“Is that what we’re doing here?” She smirked. “I was thinking maybe…” She glanced at the table behind them. “I think I remember our first time online you were sitting over…”

His eyebrow rose…”Oh Lady Whistledown wants...” He lifted her quickly and twirled her around as he settled into the chair and pulled her into his lap. “Is this what my naughty minx desires?” She looked down at him and his eyes glazed over. God she was beautiful. He had no idea how he had gotten so lucky.

“I love you, Colin.” He pushed the hair off her shoulders and brought her mouth to his.

“I love you, Pen.” He breathed against her mouth. And when she sank down on him, and their bodies were joined, the moan against his ear as they came undone because his most favorite Pen sound that he was happy to hear for the rest of his life.

[sarahjswift]

Emails I Can't Send-Rowaelin Fanfic

This is actually one of my favorite things I've ever written. It's based off of the song emails i can't send by Sabrina Carpenter. That whole album is so underrated - go listen to it! If you want, listen to the song while reading. The song is so so heartbreaking and I just had to write about it. :)

(I know I haven't posted in a while, so I thought this would be perfect because I love it so much. I wrote it back in August <33)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Language, some suggestive language

Tag List: @backtobl4ck, @aelinchocolatelover, @renxzs, @blue-bird17, @luell1q

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The song had come from everything and nothing at the same time. She’d written it on a crumpled piece of paper, droplets of her tears weakening the page, at three in the morning. All of her hurt and pain and fear from that night put into a couple scrawling paragraphs. 

Now, standing backstage in the wings, Aelin took a deep breath. The crew buzzed around her, Lysandra last-minute checking her makeup, hair and outfit before she went onstage. “Are you going to be okay?” her friend asked, emerald eyes filled with concern. “I know it’s an emotional song for you to sing live, and…you know, Rowan’s out there…”

Aelin winced as the sound of her ex-boyfriend’s name sliced through her heart. It was a pain she was used but not invulnerable to. “I’ll be fine,” she said, more to herself than anything. Nevermind Rowan was seated somewhere in the audience with the rest of his band, and soon he’d be about to hear a breakup song about him…no, never mind that. 

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Rowan was trying very hard not to think about what was coming next, about how the woman he loved with everything he had was about to be feet away from him. He’d never heard the song she was singing, very purposefully - whenever it came on the radio, which was every day, he’d cranked down the volume quickly. 

Rowan took a gulp of champagne and tried to think of other things. He and his band, The Cadre, had given a decent performance, performing their song K. It was a crowd-pleaser, one of their first hits about Gavriel’s wife, Krystal. He sat at the table with the band - his brothers, really - their partners, and Maeve, the band manager. 

Over the speakers, the host boomed; “Please put your hands together for Aelin Galathynius!”

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Aelin took a deep breath and stepped out onto the stage, immediately hit with the white-hot spotlight. She stood in front of the standing microphone and smiled as the audience cheered.

“Thank you,” she said, her own voice echoing back at her through the earpiece. “And thanks to all the fans who got me here, performing at the Grammys. This is my new single, emails I can’t send.”

She tuned out the clapping and focused on the instrumentals leaking into her left ear. Nodding to Aedion, her cousin on piano, she took a deep breath. 

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“It’s times like these, wish I had a time machine so I could see what you did October 13th,” she sang. “At 10:15, were you really asleep or were you lying to me and the family?”

Rowan’s stomach emptied out. October 13th, the night of Aelin’s album release party and one of their biggest fights. The night he’d lied, saying he was with Lorcan when he’d been over at Lyria’s, comforting her while she cried. Comforting Lyria over the record label rejection, when he should’ve been with Aelin, celebrating with her. 

He gazed up at Aelin, who looked heartbreakingly beautiful in a simple white crop top with princess sleeves and low-rise jeans, that showed off her muscled body in a stupidly perfect way. He couldn’t help but think of how he would peel those clothes off her if he hadn’t been such an idiot…get a grip, man. Creep. 

“There’s no us in us when I’m lacking trust,” Aelin continued, and he forced his mind into the present - even worse. Her expression was reserved as her eyes floated over the audience, looking or not looking for one person. “You wanna discuss, ugh, you disgust me…”

The words sliced through him. You disgust me. 

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Aelin couldn’t tell if she sounded good or not, but she was getting into the mood of the song now. “Don’t make me cuss you out, why’d you let me down? Don’t say sorry now.”

Her voice was rising as she got to the climax of the song, the part she’d truly poured out of the sobs that had wracked her body that night. “And thanks to you I, I can’t love right, I get nice guys and villainize him,” she crooned. “Read their texts like they're having sex right now, scared I’ll find out that it’s true..”

As she sang, she closed her eyes and unlocked the gates she’d built brick by brick over the past five months, the pain and despair from Rowan flowing out her heart and into her voice. “And if I do, then I blame you for every worst that I assume; when I’m 45 someone calls me their wife and he fucks,” at that word, her voice broke in the crooning sort of way that she loves, “our lives in one selfish night.” The lyric, the story, the truth. 

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Rowan was in heaven because the subject of his every desire was standing in front of him singing with the most beautiful voice he’d ever heard, and he was in hell because she was singing a heartbreaking song about him. 

“Don’t think I’ll find forgiveness as fast as mom did,” Aelin said, and that was the moment when her beautiful, beautiful eyes rested on Rowan. Electricity coursed through him as she did, and he held her gaze as if her irises were his last lifeline. The most heartbreaking and despairing expression flickered across her exquisite face and it was all Rowan could do not to leap out of his chair and hold her as she pointed an accusing finger at him and cried; “And God, I love you, but you’re such a dipshit.”

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“Please fucking fix this,” Aelin neared-whispered as the song crested, the instrumentals fading and becoming sadder, more mellow. She blinked away the tears blurring her vision, Rowan’s piercing green eyes sending sparks through her body, “‘Cause you were all I looked up to.” and Lyria placed a possessive hand on her boyfriend’s arm, placing a kiss to his muscled shoulder, “And now I can’t even look at you,” and Aelin looked away and lowered her arm as the roaring of the audience overwhelmed the room. 

[yourimagines]

Recognised part 3

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: sadness

- Summary: part 3

Steven POV

“No I need to go, you can’t have the body Marc.” I was trying to get ready to go on a date with Y/N. ‘Don’t care, I need to talk to her.’ “No you make things even worse, I’m dating her.” I pointed at the mirror where Marc was staring at me. ‘ You make things worse Steven, she will find out at some point.’ “Probably yes, but not now.” I walked away from the mirror and picked up my flowers I got for her. ‘You…. You know what have a good time Steven, enjoy while you can.’ “I will, cheers mate.” I walked out of my apartment, holding the bouquet of flowers in my hands. I walked the whole way to her apartment because I missed the bus. I walked up and knocked on her door. “ I’m coming!” I smiled softly, then the door opened. ‘Wow she looks hot.’ “Wow, you look beautiful.” She blushes, “thank you Steven.” “No problem…. These are for you.” I held the flowers in front of me. “Oh thank you.” She takes them from me. “Come on in, its warmer in here.” I walked in and closed the door behind me, she walked to her kitchen placing the flower in a vase. I took off my jacket and placed it on a chair. “Do you want something to drink?” “Yes please.” “Tea?” “Tea is fine, thank you.” She smiles and made us some tea. “I thought about you this morning.” “About me?” I asked surprised “Yes, I was at the library and saw a book about Egyptology.” She gave me my cup. “And I brought it with me.” She took the book out of her bag. “Here for you, to read it.” I smiled at her. “Thank you, you don’t have to.” She shook her head. “No I wanted to.” I picked up the book and read the back of it. “I don’t know if you already read this one but I thought immediately about you when I saw it.” “No I haven’t read this one, thank you.” I placed the book carefully down and smiled at her. “So I was think to eat some home made pizza while watching a good movie.” I nodded. “Sounds good to me.” “Good, I thought It might be a bit boring.” “No.. it’s not boring, I like it.” “Good, otherwise I had a fridge full of groceries for pizza.”

———— after making the pizza————

We both were sitting on the sofa, just finished our home made pizza. The movie was playing on the tv, we both sat next to each other. ‘ be romantic, wrapped an arm around her dork.’ I started to get nervous, they are watching me, this feels so wrong. I shifted in my seat. She briefly look at me, but was to hooked on the movie. I signed and started to look around. Then I saw a tiny mirror on a shelf, Marc was looking at me. ‘Look at you idiot, you are embarrassing us.’ I rubbed through my eyes, trying to ignore him. ‘Steven, your not made for this, let me do it.’ I shook my head. “Are you okay Steven?” She looks at me. I nodded “yeah I’m fine.” “Okay.” She smiles as she leaned a bit closer to me. ‘Do it now Steven, she wants you to hold her close.’ I looked at her, completely frozen, scared to do anything. ‘Look what your done, scaring him.’ ‘ no he did this by himself.’ ‘You are always bothering him, not nice.’ “Can you please stop talking.” I said while looking at the tiny mirror at the shelf. “I’m not talking at all Steven, are you sure your okay?” She paused the movie and looked good at me. “You look a bit pale Steven.” She placed her hand on my forehead checking my temperature. “I do feel a bit dizzy now.” “Wait, I’ll get you a glass of water.” She stood up and walked away into her kitchen. I immediately looked at Marc in the mirror. “Stop, just stop talking for once.” ‘You are not worth her time Steven, just give in.’ I wanted to say something but she walked in with a glass filled with water. “Here you go.” She handed me the glass. “Thank you, I’m sorry about this.” “No it’s fine, It happens sometimes.” I took a sip. Trying to calm down. “Feeling a bit better?” “Yeah, it helped I think, thank you.” I place the glass in front on the table. “Do you want to watch the movie or…..” “we watch the movie, I want to know the ending of it.” She smiles. “Good, I want to know as well.” She turns around and grabs the remote, she hit the play button and snuggles against me. “This good?” She looks at me. “Yeah I’m fine, you?” She nods and looks back to the tv. I carefully moved my arm a bit around her. She reacts to it with holding my hand. My heart was beating so fast I could not think properly anymore. ‘Your so a virgin Steven.’ I tried to watch the movie but I couldn’t, I watch her during the whole movie, seeing her laugh, making a comment about something, everything what she did I saw it.

“I did not expect that ending.” She said while turning the tv off. “ I know right.” “I mean, they love each other, why did she let him go.” “I don’t know.” “She’s just dumb, I would never do that. I don’t even understand why she done that.” I just nodded. She sat back and looked at me. “I thought I liked this movie but the ending was bad.” “Yeah, the ending was not what I expected.” “Right, I mean if it was you, the guy who I love turns out to have a mental illness, I’m not going to leave you, your still the person who you fell in love with, I don’t understand people like that, when something bad happens people run away from it.” “You love me?” I asked. “Yes of course, why not?” She smiles at me. “Don’t know.” She closes the distance, hovering very close to my face. She gently placed her hands on my face, tracing up and down. “Steven, I really really like you, I’ve had crush on you for I don’t know how long.” I shyly smiled at her. “You do?” “Yes of course silly, why are you so unsure about yourself.” “Don’t know, people tell me those things I guess.” “Well they are wrong.” She softly planted a kiss on the tip of my nose. “I wish you could see what I see.” “What do you see then.” I whispered, scared for her answer. “I see a good person, who’s smart, funny, little bit clumsy but kind and also good looking.” Her hands are resting on my shoulders as she sits on my lap, facing me. “I don’t see myself like that.” I felt sadness consuming my head. “ I know, but you are worth it, I love you, all of you. All the positive things but also the negative ones.” Her hand wipes away a tear that felt onto my cheek. “People done you nasty, but I’m here for you.” “I’m here for you too darling, sorry for this.” She shook her head. “No don’t apologise, not to me.” She wrapped her arms around me, hugging me closely. I carefully wrapped my arms around her waist, returning the hug.

[cupoftaae]

Forever And A Day (KTH x READER) series ♡ college spirit (chapter 7)

Summary: your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. He knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision.

Genre: fwb. Roommates, friends to idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, the whole 9 yards tbh.

Pairing: taehyung x female!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni!!!)

word count- 5k

Chapter warnings- okay so this is probably the chapter with the most warnings, there is a lot of alchohol, lots of swearing, theres themes of relationship abuse, physical abuse, manipulation, blood mention, we see jungkook btw (bc its party time) Taehyungs heart is in the right place but he does something bad. Kaito is a dickhead say it with me. dont read if youre sensitive to domestic abuse themes, this one was rough yall. also apologies for spelling errors.

A/N- So this is the chapter I would label as story changing, everything kind of takes a giant move in an opposite direction from here on out, Its crazy but hope you enjoy!!

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Growing up, you thought that life would just magically align the moment you hit your 20's, you would be married with 2 kids living somewhere that provided everything you needed, and anything you wanted. You can laugh at yourself now for thinking, or even considering, that your early 20's would be any different from your teen years.

Because, with that said, here you were laying in bed with Taehyung as he slept, while your boyfriend was out doing God knows what. Granted, he isnt the best boy to use as an example, but just a few hours ago you almost kissed your best friend. You are a lot of things, but despite the shitty situation, you are not a cheater.

You could have yelled at him, you could have made a big deal about what happened outside, but you didnt.

You told yourself that this was taehyungs night to shine, so you dropped it and did what you both always do, forget it even happened. He is stubborn though, and snuck into your bed right before you fell asleep.

Its not unusual for you both to sleep near one another, but you would think he would get the hint that things needed to simmer down for a few.....guess not.

"youre awake?"

you turned your head to the raspy voice beside you, rubbing your eyes as you hummed. "yeah"

He smiled and stretched, burying his face into the pillow before reluctantly sitting up against the headboard.

"You sleep okay?" you ask

"yeah" tae chuckled, "Sort of have a headache..."

"ah" you reached into your nightstand and grabbed some Tylenol, handing the pills over to him along with your not drunk water bottle from last night.

He smiled graciously and took the medicine, sipping the bottle before clearing his throat. "thanks" the boy yawned. "any plans today?" he looked at you

You pulled down the sheet and sat up as well, groaning at the stubborn sunlight peaking through your curtains. "Um...yeah. shit I forgot....some of my friends are throwing a party and I said I would show up. I dont know why I agreed"

"what?" tae whined "just dont go"

"nah they will be pissed at me, they already called me a prude for working and being home all day after school" you shrug

Tae sunk into the bed, upset that you would be out and about while he stayed in the apartment. "I'll just make an appearance, then make my exit, okay? it wont be like an all night thing, swear" you rambled.

"can I go at least?" he pleaded with big eyes

sighing, you look up at the ceiling. "eh, Im not sure thats....I dont know if its a good idea"

"why not?"

"because you dont know anyone over there except from Chae and Dahyun...who youve only met a few times, and-"

"whos throwing the party?"

"...I dont know? Some kid named Jungkook"

"see? you dont even know whos gonna be there so whats the difference if I go?" he insisted

"Because I definitely will recognize people, we all are on the same campus, you wont know a soul"

"Pleaseeee" he jokingly whined and held onto your arm.

"tae"

"Is kaito going?"

"yes"

"then I will too"

you scoff and pull back, "youre going just because he is?"

He looks at you, "no, I just- whatever im going" he stands up and flairs his arms around dramatically before going into the bathroom to wash up, not giving any room to further the conversation.

you fall back against the pillows and sigh. You never wanted to go, but you thought perhaps you had a chance at having fun, now that chance was at like....0.0002%. You loved tae, but certain people in your life dont, certain people who will be at that party, certain people who told you not to bring him.

-

"Yes mom, i-...yes yes, I already said that" you paced around the kitchen with your cellphone pressed to your ear, attempting to clean off the counters while conversing with your mother who was back in Gwangju.

"Well im just saying, your birthday is next month and I would come to Busan myself but my back is still giving issues, doctor said no travel. Would love to see you and kaito come visit me"

You looked around the kitchen as you listened to your mom speak, eyes catching on taehyung who was eating an english muffin in the living room, writing an email to his mom about how he won the art contest.

"I'll talk to him, we both have crazy schedules right now and the semester isnt over until the end of next month, so-"

"its okay if you cant, im just throwing it out there"

"no no, i'll find a way, ok? I only turn 23 once, and Im sure Kaito will love to meet you too."

Tae took a bite of his food and cocked his head to you, raising his eyebrows as you silently shrugged in response.

"Ok....mhm. I love you too mama, text me, okay? ...bye bye" you sigh and put your phone down.

"early birthday festivities?"

"yeah....Im gonna visit mom in a few weeks and she asked me to bring the..boy" you giggle, making him smile.

"she doesnt wanna see me?"

"I think she just wants to meet my current boyfriend, youll see her on easter" you pat his back and walk into your room.

-

"I think Jungkook is cute" Dahyun spoke up, biting into her donut as she scrolled through social media, showing his photos to Chae.

"eh he is oka- woah, yeah hes hot" she leaned closer into her friends phone as Kaito sighed and handed over their coffees. "thanks bean boy" chae chuckled and sipped her drink.

"If you guys are gonna harass me on my shift you can go" he adjusted his apron before wiping off the counter. "do you seriously plan on waiting until I get off of work? you cant drive yourself to the party?"

"what else do we have to do? and....its raining" dahyun drank her coffee, turning to Kaito. "plus you only have another 30 minuets, hurry up"

Chae laughed and walked over to sit in one of the booths as kaito took a new customers order.

"dahyun cmere"

The girl walked over and sat with her friend, looking down at her phone. "whats that?"

"Its Y/N and taehyung" she snickered, scrolling through the collected photos you took last night on your instagram.

Kaito peered over at his friends, curious upon hearing your name brought up. "Oh, yeah, they had this stupid art thing last night, guess he won or whatever" he dried his hands and handed the customer their drink.

"this doesnt look like a art thing" Dahyun smirked

"what?" he came from behind the counter, walking over to see a video of you, drunk, at some bar with taehyung, eating fries.

"she said she was going home after" he pouted and took the girls phone into his hands

"hey!" chae snatched her phone back

"she lied to me" he scoffs and looks again at the videos. "this was last night? youre sure?"

"it says 18 hours ago, yes"

He scratched his head and silently walked back to his position, not speaking a single word until his shift ended. The girls sharing humorous yet worried glances at eachother.

-

"He isnt picking you up"

"what?" you walk around the lobby of your apartment complex as you struggle to comprehend your friend on the other line.

"He said he cant pick you up, but he would see you at the party" Chae spoke louder.

"why cant he pick me up?, where-, what is he doing?"

"I dont know, but thats what he said, ask him" she responded shortly before getting distracted by someone else and hanging up on accident.

You sigh loudly and walk over to taehyung who was resting on the bench. "so hes not picking me up, big surprise"

"what?" he sat up and faced you

You two had gotten ready quickly around 6pm and waited in the lobby for your boyfriend, who you thought would be picking you up.

"I dont know" you shrug and pinch the bridge of your nose,

"hey its okay, i'll go back upstairs and get my keys...ill drive us" he patted your back as you looked at your feet.

"no its not that, I just....he's been acting so off and different. I sent him a cute message last night and he texted me back all lovey dovey this morning, now hes ignoring me, I cant take his fucking moodswings"

"im sorry" he mumbled, looking around at the busy lobby. "maybe...maybe I shouldnt go, like, do you think hes mad that we hung out last night?" he asked

"I dont know anymore, man" you look back at him, "I think we should just go, im not gonna hide from him...maybe I can get him to talk with me" you sigh and stand to your feet. "Im okay with you coming just really...keep your distance"

"from you?"

"from him"

he nods and stands, "okay, just wait here i'll get my keys"

-

The house party was loud, maybe too loud for an on campus event, especially considering it was only 7pm. You practically felt the music blaring inside of you as you timidly stepped into the crowded house. You were immediately met with the mixed aroma of sweat, alcohol, bath and body works perfume, and incense.

"eugh.." you turn to Taehyung and carefully grabbed his arm, leading him out of the busy room. "Just sit, im gonna go look for Kai an-"

"Y/N!"

you turn your head to be met with an already drunk Chae, bringing you into her sweaty arms.

"oh..hey, uh-"

"you need to come with me, we are doing Karaoke upstairs, and Im winning" she yelled, alcohol evident on her breath as it smacked your face.

"you can win Karaoke?" tae mumbled behind you

"yes, yes you can!!" she pointed at him and grabbed your arm, "lets go bitch"

"wait y/n, dont leave me" tae pouted and grasped your other arm.

"I promise ill be right back, okay?" you offered a slight apologetic smile before being whisked away by your friend upstairs, leaving the boy alone in a room full of unfamiliars.

As you made your way into some cleared out room, your eyes were drawn to the huge Karaoke machine set up. "woah..."

"Yeah woah cmon lets go sing a celine dion song"

"chae hold on, wheres Kaito?"

"who?"

you sighed and looked around before grabbing her shoulders, "my boyfriend, Kaito, I need to talk to him, like now. Tall, black hair, you know.....goes by kaito." you dramatically explained as you watched your best friends eyes widen

"Oh yeah.... he is mad at you" she snickered and was quickly distracted by other people, running away before you could question anything she had just said.

"what the fuck" you exhaled, pushing through everyone to try and find kai.

Meanwhile, Taehyung navigated the party downstairs as he awkwardly made his way to the kitchen. There was no order of cleanliness, there was no organization, and the looks of all the mixed red solo cups scattered throughout the entire room kind of disgusted him. He didnt trust any of it, he lifted up a bottle of what looked like tequila and sniffed it, nope, definitely not tequila.

He gave up on finding something to sip on, leaning against the kitchen island as he peered around the large space that seemed too loud for his liking.

Perhaps this was how you felt last night in the art museum.

" 'scuse me" a voice came up beside the boy, making him quickly turn his head and try to figure out who was talking to him, the dim lighting making it difficult.

"what?"

"youre standing in front of the vodka. excuse me" the man repeated, only then did Taehyung understand and scoot over to the side, allowing access to the alcohol. "sorry" he murmured.

"dont think Ive seen you around" the man joked, smiling as he poured and mixed two different bottles into his cup. "whats your name?"

Taehyung looked down to his feet and quickly decided if he should lie or be honest, figuring that these were all college kids, and well, he was not.

"uh, im taehyung. Kim taehyung" he decided, holding out his hand in a gesture of a handshake.

The man looked down and chuckled, ignoring the greeting and looking up at tae. "yeah? you seem unsure"

"yes, thats my name. sorry, i dont usually do parties and shit"

"i can tell man" he took a sip of his drink, audibly wincing before smiling. "Im Jungkook"

Tae raised his brow in acknowledgment

"wanna drink? you look tense" jungkook patted his shoulder and offered him a sip of his own cup, which taehyung reluctantly drank from.

"eugh, jesus christ, that tastes awful"

"I know, but it will get you fucked up" jungkook shrugged,

"hey jungkook wheres Jin at? he said he wou-" a voice came into the kitchen, stopping abruptly when he stood in front of Tae.

"hey" taehyung swallowed harshly

well. he found kaito.

Kaitos eyes drunkingly looked over his figure, a look of disgust and only disgust is what best could be described as his reaction to him being here.

"ah no way, you guys know eachother?" jungkook looked between the two of them happily,

"sort of..." taehyung chuckled, feeling sweat develop on his neck and back.

"wheres y/n?" he asked, looking at him intensly

"Uh, I genuinely dont know...she went away with chae and-"

"wait, y/n is here?" jungkook interrupted, stepping between them both.

"yeah" they both said at the same time before meeting eachothers eyes again.

"dude.....where is she? shes hot as hell" he whisper yelled, peaking into the next room excitedly.

Taehyung glared at the boy, waiting to see kaitos reaction.

"I know, shes my girlfriend"

"no shit dude!" jungkook slapped kaitos back, now ignoring tae completely. "lucky ass"

"nah man" they both stood a few feet away from tae in the doorway, speaking quietly. "she got the worst personality, stuck up as hell. walks and talks as if she doesnt know the only reason boys talk to her is for her tits" he slurs and bursts out laughing

"damn thats harsh man... even for you"

"whatever, i dont care. you can probably have her next...." he sipped his beer quickly

Taehyung felt the anger course through his chest, he wanted to run up and say something, but frankly, he was scared of Kaito, and you had mentioned something about him when he was drunk. If this was it, yeah, its scary.

He immediately stormed out of the room and pushed through the crowd to search for you, the music now blasting louder than before. He quickly walked up to someone familiar by the stairs

"Dahyun, is Y/N around? is she upstairs?"

"taehyung!" she hugged him, "uh...I think? Chae is probably working her. shes ok im sure" she giggled and dragged him over to a lighter area. "look at my manicure! give me an honest opinion. Jimin said it wasnt work $80 bucks and I should just do them myself now, but I think its cute and-"

she went on and on about something that had nothing to do with him for what seemed like forever. Whos jimin? who cares its just a manicure?

he thought to himself as he smiled and nodded.

"they look good, gotta go" he quickly spoke, politely tapping her shoulder before making a dash upstairs. He checked each door, opening up a bathroom to expose two randoms making out.

"oh! uh, im sorry" he covered his eyes and slammed the door shut, walking to the other hall and entering a loud and packed room. "hey chae..." he walked up to the girl, who was in the middle a very intense just dance session with some other poor girl who fell victim.

"heEyy!!" she slurred and danced over to him

He smiled and caught her as she tripped, helping her up. "whats upppp?"

He laughed and made sure she was able to stand on her own before speaking. "do you know where Y/N is?"

"did you see my dancing?" she randomly questioned

"yes, I saw your dancing chae, very nice, now have you seen y/n?"

she looked around curiously before speaking, "oh, yeah, she went to the bathroom!" she yelled into his face

"great, thanks" he gave a thumbs up as he went back into the hall. well he knew which bathroom you werent in.

He trailed down the hall and walked into a bedroom that seemed to be empty, he gently called out your name.

"I'll be out in a second" you shout back, making him exhale in relief. He shut the door to the bedroom and sat on the bed as he waited for you to exit the restroom.

"oh, tae, hi" you mumbled, walking out to him. "you okay?"

"y/n, we need to talk, like...now" he stood up as you made your way over, standing in front of him.

You saw the concern on his face as he spoke, clearing your throat. "wh-whats wrong? what happened?"

"I ran into Kaito and I think-

the door slowly creaked open, a certain someones head peaking in.

"Oh surprise surprise, youre in here with her" Kaito opened the door and walked over, stumbling over his feet.

You stepped closer to tae, feeling fear seep in as you took in your boyfriends very drunk state.

"get out" he looked at taehyung

"no im no-"

"just get the fuck out" he bit

"Taehyung please its okay just go" your voice choked, eyes tearing up as you led him to the door.

"dont let him do anything" he whispered, as you shut the door in his face, making him take a deep breath as he paced through the busy hall outside.

You slowly turned to the boy, waiting for him to speak.

"so, I know that...maybe this is not the best time or whatever to bring this up, but im ready to just..." he began, pausing after words as his thought process was slowed.

"ready to what?" you fidgeted with your bracelets, keeping by the door in case he tried to touch you again.

"move on with my life" he laughed and looked at you.

"wh..what?"

"y/n lets be honest, you dont give two fucking shits about me anymore, so why are we doing this. you dont care, you never have"

you scoffed, "Kaito you are drunk...stop this please, you have no idea what youre saying! How dare you say I dont care about you when all ive done is worry about where you have been and why you are upset!"

"oh please" he stood up and walked around. "you wouldnt care if I died tomorrow, you would find the next boy toy to move on to."

"stop" you mumble, "im not like that, you are being an awful person to me right now"

he walked over and laughed, "why? because im calling you out? calling you out for being a whore?"

you bit the inside of your cheek to avoid breaking out in tears right then and there. you couldnt even speak, you were too afraid and frankly confused on what even caused this sudden outburst.

"you are the one crying? really? I should be upset, I am upset."

he shook his head as he looked at you, " I dont think theres anything left for us right now, so just leave it at that, yeah?" he mumbled into your face as you shoved you aside, allowing him to open the door.

You were shocked, you planned on coming to fix whatever was going on between you both, all of the stressing, just to for him to get drunk and break up with you in some random bedroom. no.

You carefully grasped his arm before he left, "kai, please dont do this" you whispered, his arm forcefully pulling away from you. "dont"

Kaito stormed through the people out in the hall, making his way down the stairs as your eyes met taehyungs. You avoided stopping to talk with him as you decided to run after Kaito.

You were embarrassed. You tried to convince tae that you were in a happy and loving relationship, the little lie was now unraveling as the night ensued right in front of him and your friends.

"wait, please" you called out, following your boyfriend into the living room where the music blared. you tried your best to weave through as best you could, finally catching up to the boy and attempting to reason with him once more.

"baby please can we just talk?" you ask loudly, facing his back as he stood in the crowd.

"No, dont call me that" he mumbled.

"Y/N!!! whats up!" Jungkook ran out of the kitchen to your side, smiling and hugging you. "nice to formally meet you, are you enjoyin- why are you crying?" he pulled away and took in your appearance

"Im sorry Im just dealing with something" you calmly tried to explain, kaito turning around to the both of you. "dont listen to a word this slut says" he bit, making you swallow harshly.

Jungkook looked taken back, his eyes meeting yours sympathetically. "hey, cmon man, dont....dont say that. youre having another beer?" he asked, genuinely concerned for his friends behavior.

Taehyung pushed through and made his way to the living room, eyes wandering for you. He assumed it was best to just leave now, unaware of what had gone down just a few moments prior. He found you standing next to Kaito and Jungkook, watching from afar as he contemplated going over and taking you away.

"dont touch me" kaito shivered away from your touch, making you sigh. "lets go home to my apartment, we need to talk and get you sober, youve drunk too much" you spoke, looking at jungkook for support.

"yeah cmon, listen to her. its probably whats best." he nodded

Kaito looked down with anger at his feet as you stared at him for a moment, you were hesitant to speak any further, but the boy needed help and never listened. He needed to get sober and then probably never drink again. this....wasnt kaito.

"lets just go please? I'll take care of you sweetheart its okay, I-" your hand gently reached out to hold onto his jaw, carefully caressing it as you tried to get him to pick his head up.

You werent sure what exactly had happened, all you knew is that one second you were reasoning with him, the next, the side of your face was burning in pain.

Kaito had pulled back and struck you to the ground.

before you knew it there was a crowd of people surrounding the incident, Jungkook pulling Kaito away as he spit words out at you, none of which you could hear. The music had faded out of your hearing, and the lights were hazed. Your face burned with shame as you struggled to stand up, eyes watching you with concern and shock.

You felt hands immediately pick you up to your feet, turning to see it was Taehyung. You tried to explain but you didnt even comprehend what was coming out of your mouth.

he looked pale, in more pain than you were. His eyes glanced over you and back at kaito as he felt rage fill throughout him, carefully setting you aside as he approached the other boy and suddenly punched him across the face, the room gasping immediately.

"hey- fuck! stop guys!!!" Jungkook tried to seperate them, but there was no use. Taehyung had kaito by his collar, fist repeatedly punching into his face as he fell to the floor, blood on his skin and clothing.

You stood back, unable to fully understand what the fuck was happening. Once it kicked into your mind, your feet were racing over to him, yanking on the back of his shirt. "stop!!! Taehyung stop!!!!" you screamed, other guests joining in to help stop it as well. Your friends stood in the corner, shocked at what they had just witnessed.

"are you okay, miss?" some random man came up, asking you as you realized how many people had been around, asking you questions, none you even heard or noticed.

Someone finally pulled Taehyung away from kaito, who had passed out against the cold tile, nose and mouth bleeding as you watched in horror.

"What the fuck is WRONG WITH YOU?" you screamed at Taehyung, grabbing onto his shirt and shaking him, tears spilling as he looked down at you.

He didnt respond, he let you flip out as people tried to fix up the unconscious boy on the floor.

"you guys gotta go, fuck, the police were called" Jin ran out and spoke loudly, cueing the group of people to run out the door.

"we need to go" Taehyung spoke flatly, gently grasping your arms as he directed you out the door.

He led you to the car and put you into the back seat before getting into the drivers side. He didnt drive right away, instead he looked down at his bruised fist.

"why...why didnt you say anything to me"

You had curled up into the fetal position, tears falling down your cheeks as you tried to look out the window.

"all this time....all this time he was doing this and you never-" he stopped, leaning his head against the headrest and closing his eyes.

"im sorry" you choke out.

He took a deep breath, trying to collect himself so he could speak, let alone drive.

"we will have to talk, about all of this"

"what if you get in trouble?" you whisper

"I didnt do anything wrong, he fucking hit you. He hit a woman, they all saw it" he spoke louder, voice shaky.

you sniffled, the pain in your face and head suddenly becoming really obvious, making you wince.

"are you okay? shit, lets uh, lets get you to a hospital or something" he started his car

"no...I just need Ice"

"what if you have a concussion?"

you groan, "I dont, taehyung, he hit my cheekbone and jaw" you trace your hand over your face, hissing at the sharp sting.

"Im still gonna take you to a walk in clinic, im not risking it. we will go home and sleep right after, I dont want to hear you argue about anything tonight. Tomorrow morning we need to sit and talk." he sternly spoke, making his way down the street.

You didnt have the energy to fight, you were mad, but you didnt have the energy.

You were upset with Taehyung for making the situation worse, but you were even more mad with Kaito. you felt betrayed, he humiliated you in front of everyone you know. He put his hands on you, after saying he would never do it again, over what? nothing.

-

"there is no signs of concussion, but there will be signifigant bruising and damaged nerves." the doctor read over her chart as you sat in a hospital bed, taehyung by your side. it was late, you missed your bed, you missed Yeontan. You didnt think you would be here, especially for this reason.

"thats..good, better than having something serious" he exhaled

"do you wish to file a report against the person who did this to you?"

Tae opened up his mouth to speak, but you cut in

"no, its already being taken care of, thank you though"

She nodded sadly and walked off, giving you too permission to go home.

you felt over your cheek, now covered with bandages.

"Im so sorry" he whispered, looking at you.

"tae.."

"no, im sorry. im so fucking sorry. I know I shouldnt have done that, but I.....I saw him hit you. I saw him hit you, y/n."

"i know" you mumbled, looking down.

"when I saw it happening, I just couldnt control myself. It was wrong of me, I take blame, but jesus y/n...."

"I know..." you repeated, voice cracking slightly. "tae please I just wanna go home, okay? I dont wanna relive it right now"

He nodded softly, standing to get to your side. "yeah, lets go home." he held your ice pack for you, leading you back to the car.

The sounds of the city surrounding you infiltrated your ears. You really couldve been anywhere in the world tonight, but here you were, in this position.

You knew you shouldnt have gone to the party, you regret it with your whole being, because not only did you suffer, but you dragged Taehyung into it too.

You had yourself to blame. you wanted to cry and scream but all you could do is lay in bed that night once you got home as taehyung gently rubbed your back, reassuring you that it would be okay.

Yeah, about that thing you said earlier, about assuming your twenties would be fantastic and amazing......11 year old you needed a reality check.

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⟡ 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑! ━━ 「 Uryu Ishida. 」

male reader. ʚɞ short (｡o_o｡)""

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ "HEY Uryu! Are we still on for our sleepover date?" You pulled your chair up to sit in front of the black-haired male whose face was stuffed into the book he was reading. "Of course, you’ve been planning this for a while right? I would be an idiot to miss out." He looked away from the book with a small smile graced upon his lips, he watched as your smile brightened and your ears perk up slightly. He knew you’d been excited about this small date you planned for a whole week, he could tell from your rapid speaking and energetic movements that you couldn’t wait to spend time with him again.

"Yes! I can’t wait to make forts, tell scary stories, and eat sweets with you!" You laughed whilst eating your lunch with the same bright smile on your face. As you continued to eat Uryu couldn’t help but admire you, everything about you was so bright till the point where he would have to cover his eyes because of your sunshine-like persona. You were quite sensitive as well, which explained why he treats you like fragile glass and distant himself away from you when he’s upset. He hated seeing you sad, especially if he’s the reason why you’re so down.

"Hmm? Where’s your lunch? If you don’t have any then you can have some of mine!" You spoke after swallowing another piece of your dumpling which made him snap out of his thoughts, Uryu watched as you picked the piece of meat up with your chopsticks and held it towards his mouth. Instead of denying your offer he slowly opened his mouth to taste the delicious-smelling food you cooked, as soon as the food reached his tastebuds Uryu felt a random burst of energy run through his body.

"Was it good?" You removed the chopsticks from between your boyfriend’s lips with a smile, "It was amazing, thank you." He chuckled at your hopeful reaction, you loved cooking for him. Seeing his reactions after he eats your food never fails to make you die from laughter.

"I’m glad you like it! Now here’s some more!"

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ THE sound of your laughter was the only one that could be heard from the Ishida household, the beautiful sound coming from Uryu’s room as the two males sat in the large fort they made. It was almost three in the morning when the couple decided to paint each other's faces, after staying up all night doing random shenanigans. "Stay still baby, I’m almost done!" You mumbled loud enough for him to hear as you sat on his lower abdomen with your lips often grazing against his. The male beneath you hummed softly with his hands positioning themselves on your waist, "Take your time, meine liebe." He closed his eyes just in time to miss your flustered state from the german pet name he gave you.

"Okay, you can sit up now!" You moved off his lap to reach for the mirror to show your boyfriend the multi-colored marking you created on his face, after getting a good look at his face the male couldn’t help but snicker at the countless cats you drew on his face. "It's adorable, I loved the way you drew whiskers." He yawned before kissing your cheek to show his appreciation for you. You loved the way he praised you for the smallest of things, it made you feel like the luckiest guy in the world. The Quincy yawned once more and shifted his position so his head was now laying in your lap.

"You’re so sweet Uryu, I’m so lucky to have you as my boyfriend." You ran your hands through his hair as he drowsily smiled whilst you removed his glasses so you could place a kiss on his closed eyelid and another one on his lips, which he immediately returned. "Goodnight, darling." You shifted yourself into a more relaxed position so your lover could now rest his head on your chest. "Goodnight, liebste." He kissed your lips one final time before drifting off into a deep sleep, with his lover holding him in his arms.

extended ending.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ "THOSE damn kids." Ryūken grumbled to himself as he made his way to his son’s room, the only reason why he didn’t go up to his son’s room and lecture him was that he had his boyfriend over. Now that the night is finally over he can finally talk to Uryu about his behavior, after meeting his destination the man opened the door and his eyes widened at the sight of the fort that took up all the space in his son’s room. "What the hell?" He questioned himself whilst stepping over the multiple candy wrappers, paintbrushes, and books. The man tsk’d under his breath before taking a peak in the fort, "Uryu you—" Ryūken closed his mouth immediately at the sight of the sleeping teens cuddled up with paint on their faces before him. Deciding to have a change of heart he closed the covers back and made his way out of his son’s room.

" Maybe I’ll just talk with him some other time."

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i want to know you. human!neteyam x reader (highschool AU)

i wish cupid existed… (chapter one)

this is the first chapter, i hope it’s a nice read :-)

previous chapter…

a new day brought another chance! it had been a couple days in between your last encounter with the boy. so you got up extra early to put a bit more effort into your appearance. you wanted to present yourself as a nice and organized person, compared to the lazy one you always were. as you were getting ready, you got a notification on your phone.

“neteyyam has followed you on instagram. follow back?”

holy crap! he followed you? you were conflicted on whether or not to message him, but you followed him back and left it at that. after all, you’d be seeing him at school. maybe today would be the day you two would talk!

you finished getting ready and left your home, waving goodbye to your parents. you sat at the bus stop, waiting for it to arrive. as it pulls up and you get on, you see some familiar faces. it was your good friend kiri, and the rest of her siblings, including neteyam…

as kiri excitedly waved you down to come sit with her, you had so many thoughts running through your head. ‘what if he brings up the fact that i didn’t message him?’, ‘i didn’t know they rode this bus route…’, ‘should i have texted him?’ and overall, ‘why didn’t kiri tell me!!’.

you sat down and kiri began excitedly chatting with you about what the day could bring, things like lunch foods, classes, and what you all would do in gym. meanwhile, all you could think about was him. should you try talking to him?

“oh, good morning neteyam and kiri! i didn’t expect to see you guys so early, usually no one rides this bus route.” you said.

he just gave an affirming nod and a small wave, so much for trying to spark a conversation…

you just continued talking with kiri, letting it go and taking your mind off it. soon you arrived at the school, you two happily greeting tsireya and hugging each other.

“i see you and kiri arrived together… was he on the bus as well?” tsireya said as she giggled and poked you in the stomach playfully.

“quit teasing, ‘reya!” kiri laughed, “you know (yn) is hopelessly in love with my idiot older brother…” she said as she swooned dramatically. “guys…” you pouted and frowned at them.

they continued walking and laughing without you as you stood still in the hallway sulking. you were standing there, lost in your thoughts as you felt someone bump into your back. “oh, i’m sorry-!” you began until you turned around to see neteyam. how embarrassing…

“oh, my bad. didn’t see you there.” he said and nodded down at you even though you weren’t much shorter than the boy. “hm.” he grunted and looked confusedly at you. “where’s my sister and your friend? did they leave you behind?” he let out a small chuckle while saying this. “oh…” you giggled uncomfortably, “yeah, i had to stop at my locker, so i told them to go ahead without me.” he nodded approvingly and looked pleased. how could he be happy your dumb (but lovely!) friends left you?

“you know how to open these lockers? could i bother you to teach me at lunch…?” he asked shyly. “um, of course! it’s really simple, i’m sure it won’t even take the whole period!” you said with a kind smile.

“cool, thanks. i’ll see you then?” he said as he began walking away cooly, looking just as unattainable as ever.

you watched him walk away and turn the corner as you went to your locker. ‘could this be a blessing from cupid?!’ you thought. after you finished putting your things up and touching up your appearance, you slammed your locker and frantically went to go find your friends so you could tell them about what would happen at lunch so they wouldn’t potentially embarrass you.

“he what!?” said tsireya, looking shocked as you all were chatting in math class, waiting for class to begin. kiri didn’t sit with you two, so she was standing over your desk, looking dissatisfied.

“no way he’s sitting with us…” she said, frowning. “i live with him, and now i have to eat lunch with him too?” the girl complains.

“what can i say? the heart wants what it wants, kiri!” tsireya remarks and winks at you.

“of course you would say something like that…” kiri grumbles, alluding to the fact that tsireya has a small crush on her other brother, lo’ak. “what is it with you two and my family members?? remind me never to show you pictures of my dad.” you just smiled and laughed with them as you thought about how the rest of the day would be.

soon after, kiri returned to her desk and the teacher began lecturing. so boring… you would much rather daydream about what would happen at lunch today. would it go well? you hoped so. after hours of monotonous, boring classes, lunchtime finally rolled around.

maybe this opportunity would be your guiding light.