#she tried her hardest to BRING PEOPLE BACK TO LIFE like bitch can you do that? I didn't think so

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I don't trust people who shit on Alphys

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Let It Be Me

Summary: Choi San is many things. The most talented man you have ever seen. Be it on the dance floor or in front of a mic during a gig. He was the kindest person, always holding the door for the people behind him, helping the elderly carry things, even paying for strangers randomly. He got along famously with your parents and even better with your grandparents. He was charming like that, capturing the attention of anyone and everyone who even looked his way. He’s the love of your life, you’re sure of it but he’s also your best friend. Pairing: Boy Band AU!Choi San x F!Reader Words: 5.6k Genre: Angst/Smut

You’ve heard of a thing called platonic soulmates but it’s taken you years and years of watching Choi San grow to realize you weren’t. Well, you hoped you weren’t. Everything about him made your body erupt into a fire.

San looked at everything with adoration, finding all the good in life, including you. It was a double-edged sword, really. It made you feel special… important. But you could barely concentrate when his eyes were on you.

It didn’t help that he was gifted in pretty much everything; it made you nervous beyond belief. He’s pretty much perfect and as much as you wanted to be with him, you knew the odds of him liking you back were slim to none.

You’ve come to terms with it for the most part. It hurt to see him flirt with girls in front of you, hurt even worse when he started dating this awful girl named Areum. She didn’t give a fuck about him, actually. She barely responded to his calls and texts, going as far as blocking him one time. They fought nonstop. Every time you two hung out, San had a new dilemma to talk about. For some reason, San wouldn’t break up with her.

You had asked him after a night of you two getting drunk together, after another night of listening to his relationship problems. He laughed dryly, taking another sip of his beer, “I love her so much.”

Apparently, it was his “slow-motion” moment. He and his band had been wrapping up the night with their last song, soaking up every second they could have. Halfway through the song, San had noticed Areum in the front row. You were there too so you noticed the look on his face. A look you had never seen him make before. It basically tore your heart out when he told you that he couldn’t get “that beautiful girl” out of his head. She ended up becoming a dedicated face in the crowd so San asked her out.

You would’ve thought they were soulmates from the way they looked in the beginning. Lord only knows how they got to this point. How you got to this point, with San crying in your lap.

It was 10:00 pm when someone started banging on your door. You were enjoying a cup of coffee but you almost had a heart attack at that moment. You opened the door with shaking hands, hoping that whatever killer was on the side wasn’t actually a killer. Instead, you saw your best friend, with swollen red eyes, sniffling.

“Oh my god, San! You scared— what’s wrong?” You immediately dragged him in, locking the door behind you. He sniffled again as he slumped into your couch. You took a seat next to him and took his hand in yours. “Was it another fight?” You knew it wasn’t. In all the fights you had heard, San never cried.

“She was cheating on me… this whole time.” He hiccuped as he talked.

“That bitch.” You said under your breath. You held onto his hand a little tighter, trying to contain your anger.

“I went to her house tonight because she wasn’t responding to me again. I wanted to talk it out with her but she opened her front door in her underwear with some motherfucker sitting on her couch!” Although you had many words to say with Areum, you were speechless in front of San. What were you supposed to say? All you could do was scoot back on the couch and guide San's head onto a pillow in your lap.

“It’s gonna be okay.” You ran your fingers through his hair, “You can cry for as long as you want.”

And cry he did.

____

The next morning was hard. You woke up on your couch sitting up-right with a terrible case of stiff-neck. That’s not the only reason it was hard. No, it was worse seeing San still laying on your lap. He was wide-awake, dark eye bags contrasting against his face. His eyes stared deep into the ceiling.

“What’re you thinking about, Sannie?” You started to run your fingers through his hair again and watched as his eyes fluttered shut, his body instantly relaxing.

His eyes opened again, “Why didn’t she love me?” You couldn’t respond, not that he let you. “I knew we weren’t perfect, knew she wasn’t perfect… but we always made it through the end of the day. I can’t believe she would do this to me.”

“It’s her loss.” You finally said. “You don’t need her anyway. It was her decision to cheat and you had nothing to do with it.”

San didn’t say anything after that, just continued to stare at your ceiling.

___

The first few weeks were the hardest for sure. San had spent most of them at your place, barely leaving even for band practice. When he did practice with the guys he would leave early, only strumming a few chords on his guitar before deciding that it reminded him too much of Areum.

“He’s been really out of it.” Yunho, the bassist commented one time. San hadn’t even played that day. He just sat in the corner for an hour. You stayed behind for a few minutes and told San to wait in the car. You wanted to catch up with the other band members.

“Can you blame him? That bitch was… well, a bitch.” Wooyoung shot back, setting his drum sticks down.

“How has he been holding up?” Hongjoong asked.

You scoffed, “Have you seen the man? I don’t even think San’s there anymore! God, if I see her, it’s on sight!”

You did your best to help him through those weeks. You had been through a few hard breakups in the past so you understood that the early stages were the worst. You even used up all of your sick time to stay home with him. You had never seen him this gloomy. At one point, he went through five pints of ice cream in three days.

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It took three months for San to be even remotely okay. He started going to practice more and this time, he actually played. You couldn't say you were surprised. San loved playing with the band and you knew it was probably the only thing that would bring him out of his funk.

"You look good, man!" Hongjoong slapped his hand on San's back playfully and for the first time in months, San had his usual dimpled smile.

"I feel good." He replied, setting down his guitar and taking a seat next to you on the beat-up couch. "It's thanks to you, y/n"

Your eyes widened. "Me?"

He nodded. "You stayed up with me, didn't go to work, even made me breakfast when you knew I didn't have the energy to get off your couch."

You couldn't lie; your heart was racing. All you could do was stare back into his eyes with a goofy smile painted on your face. San put his hand on your thigh, skinship being normal between you two, especially within these past months.

Your friendship remained just that, a friendship, for the next month. You were okay with this, though. At least you had a small sliver of hope now that he was single. That tiny bit of hope that he'd love you back was able to tide you over.

Until one night.

San had come over for your weekly movie nights, an event you had been doing since high school but stopped doing because his ex got jealous easily. You tried calming your nerves as you sat next to each other, his arm wrapped around you.

You were so close you could smell his cologne. It was intoxicating. Maybe it was the fact that he was newly single now, filling up your thoughts even more recently, but his entire presence was overwhelming tonight.

“You alright, beautiful?” Since San was single now, his usual playful flirty side was coming out again. Just like everything else about him, you had a love-hate relationship with it. It doesn't mean anything. You had to remind yourself. He talked like this with everyone, especially when he wanted to get a rise out of his bandmates.

You gulped when you looked up at him. How could a man have this effect on you? You would think that after years of unrequited love, you'd be able to at least contain yourself. “Yeah.”

San gave you a dimpled smile, shifting his gaze to a piece of your hair, moving it behind your ear. Your mouth parts, probably to say something but you can't be too sure right now. If someone walked in, they would think you guys are about to kiss. Maybe you are... you want to kiss him.

With your heart pounding in your ears, you slowly lean forward, keeping your eyes on his lips. They look too good not to look at but you're also scared of seeing the look in his eyes, the potential disgust that might be taking over at the thought of your lips touching his.

Everything is moving in slow motion. From your hand caressing his cheek to the moment your lips make contact. He's stiff against you and you can only imagine that it's because he's uncomfortable. You start to pull away, dreading the awkward conversation you're about to have but San is quick. His hand grips your thigh and he's kissing you back with fervor.

Your head is spinning, Is this really happening? These sparks you're feeling all over your body, does he feel the same way? You push away any thoughts you're having, trying to focus on keeping up with San. You needed to enjoy this moment. Without realizing it, you swing your leg and straddle San's lap. He groans underneath you but before you can question it, he's giving you a reassuring squeeze on your waist.

You don't want to take the initiative of going further, but man, your hands are burning to touch his bare skin. Your hands, instead, rest on his shoulders, gripping and releasing every few seconds. As if he was reading your mind, San's hands move to the hem of your shirt and for the first time, you break the kiss.

The second your shirt passes your head, San's moving to kiss your neck, occasionally sucking to leave hickies that are sure to last a whole week. You're breathless, taking this as a sign to take off San's shirt. Your hands are all over each other, San's going from your cheek to unbuttoning your jeans, your fingers feeling his abs contract under your touch.

It feels like a flash. San suddenly laying you down on your bed, both of your clothes littered behind you on the floor, his lips still on your neck. It's only when he's about to insert himself does he stop and look at you with dark eyes. He doesn't give you enough time to question it, pushing himself inside you. You both gasp at the feeling.

"Fuck, you're so tight!" He grips your hip with one hand, the other holding the headboard like his life depends on it. He feels like he'll burst any second.

You're right there with him though, the mere feelings of this moment making you sensitive. "You're just big. Holy shit!"

It takes him a second, taking a moment to give both of you a moment to adjust before he moves inside you. You can't contain the sounds coming out of you as he hits all the right spots with ease. You couldn't have pegged San to have this big of a dick, yet here he was.

Before you can realize it, your hands are finding purchase on his back and your nails are sinking into his skin. He hisses above you but his thrusts get harsher and the moaning in your ear doesn't get any quieter.

"You feel so good... so warm and tight for me." He's practically whimpering into your neck. You try to keep your cool, trying not to cum so fast but he's hitting that spot inside you with ease.

Your nails dig into him deeper, "S-san," You stutter out. "Close... so close."

"I know... but you gotta wait for me. Can you do that?" His thrusts get faster and deeper, you don't even comprehend his words properly.

"Can you do that for me, pretty girl? Be a good girl for me?" He's using both hands to clench onto the headboard now, the force making it harder to not cum. You just nod and wrap your legs around his waist. San is drilling into you with so much force and he's hoping that the bed isn't going to break. After a few more thrusts, he starts to get sloppy, and your vision's crossing.

"Alright, beautiful. Cum for me." He grunts out, trying not to cum at the feeling of you clenching around him. You finally let the waves of pleasure course through you, seeing stars. If you were lucid, you most definitely would have been embarrassed by the noises coming out of your mouth and your pussy.

With a loud sigh, San pulls out of you and releases onto your stomach. Almost immediately, he’s up and cleaning you, you’re body’s too tired to do anything but lay there. You’re surprised, because instead of leaving, San lays next to you, even going as far as pulling you close to him.

You have so much on your mind but you're too tired now.

____

This goes on for weeks. Sometimes you would hang out. Sometimes do other things. Everything happened so fast. The friendship that you held so dear had become a muddled mess of lust and confusion. You obviously still had feelings for San but you had no idea where he stood.

You'd never even talked about the first time you guys had sex. When you woke up he was gone and when you saw each other again, he acted like nothing had happened. You didn't want to be that clingy girl who expected a relationship so you never brought it up. Now you're in this endless cycle of sleeping with each other and never addressing the elephant in the room.

What didn't help was how San was acting differently. He was much more touchy with you, always having to touch you in some way whenever you were together. His hand on your thigh, holding your hand, arm around your shoulder, he did it all. Before the incident, you would have considered him touchy but that's nothing compared to him now.

Your hangouts started to become more elaborate as well. You guys were actually going out to movies instead of watching Netflix at your house. Small coffee shop hangouts started becoming intimate dinners. It was like you guys were dating. These dates gave you hope that he would eventually open up and ask you out properly but you didn't want to force it out of him. So, you just decided to go with whatever he wanted.

"Let's go ice-skating." The handsome man suggested his left-hand steering and his right hand on your thigh.

"You know I can't ice-skate." You deadpan, getting distracted by your fingers playing with his.

He glances at you with a honey-sweet smile before bringing his eyes back to the road. "I can teach you, ya know."

"Please, you just want to see me fall so you can laugh at me."

"That too."

San taught you how to ice-skate for maybe ten minutes. After that, he decided that it would be best to let you learn through trial and error.

"San, I'm literally gonna fall on my face!" You cried, your legs shaking as you attempted to walk on the ice.

"You're doing great. Just try skating to me." He held out his hand for you. Every time you got even remotely close to him, however, he would slowly start backing up. You were struggling around the rink but he made sure to sprinkle in encouragements so you wouldn't be too mad at him.

Just when you thought you were doing good, you got too cocky and propelled yourself towards San, wanting so desperately to close that gap. Your feet weren't pointed straight enough causing your left skate to hit your right, tripping you onto the ice.

"Holy shit, y/n! Are you alright?" San appears in front of you with seconds. Helping you up with ease. Your knees ache and you could feel the bruise forming on your hip.

“Did you not see me eat shit?” You bark out, now gripping his arm for dead life.

“I did but it’s always polite to ask.” You slap his arm playfully as he guides you off the ice and onto the benches. “Are you actually okay?”

You shook your head and pouted like a child. San chuckled to himself, seeing right through you. Instead of saying anything, he pecked your lips innocently and took a seat next to you. It was the first time he’s kissed you in public which only confused you further. Is he doing this on purpose? You really had to ask him.

You’re too lost in your thoughts to see San staring at you. It’s not until he’s moving a piece of hair out of your face that you’re snapped out of your thoughts. You jolt slightly and hum at him in response. He just shakes his head and returns his gaze to the people skating.

It was your turn to stare at him, to memorize his features for the nth time. He’s just as beautiful as he was two seconds ago and the butterflies are still strong. You open your mouth to question him about your relationship, finally building up the courage just when…—

“San? Is that you?” You freeze. Her, you think. That manipulative bitch.

“Areum?” San stands as if he’s been caught doing something bad like a child. She offers him a warm smile, completely disregarding you as always. You feel like you did during the concert. His eyes are no longer on you… but trained on her. You feel that distance he created on the ice growing bigger and bigger.

“What’re you doing here?” The man asks, still shocked to see her.

“Ah, I was just walking around.” The nerve of this girl to act like she didn’t do anything wrong. “What’re you doing here?” Her eyes land on you but she quickly looks back at him.

You stand this time. “We’re…” Don’t say it. Don’t be petty. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. “On a date.” You entwine your arm with San’s.

Areum’s lip twitches in annoyance. “Oh?” She quirks a brow and glances at San. “Is this true?”

San freaks out without thinking and shakes his arm from yours. “No!— I mean like a friendly date, sure. We’re just hanging out like old times.”

There’s your answer.

His ex smiles with victory at your defeated state. “Well, we should catch up, San. I know we ended things on a bad note but I think we should talk.”

The car ride home was awfully silent. Usually, they were filled with laughter and off-key singing but tonight, you gave San short answers in his poor attempt to talk. When you entered your apartment, you told him you were going to bed early and that he should lock up when he leaves.

Instead, you feel his warm body climb into your bed and hold you at 12 am. As always, you didn’t tell him to leave. Because, as always, you couldn’t say no to Choi San.

____

You wake up and San's not next to you but there is a text.

San : Sorry I didn't want to wake you but I left to go to practice. It'll probably end late today so if you feel up to it, come hang out. :)

Should you? Maybe it's just better if you pretend like nothing happened. Obviously, that's what he's doing. Besides, it’s not like his bandmates gave you false hope just to reject you in front of their ex. You end up going to the practice, a huge lump in your throat. If you brought up the situation, you're sure that whatever you guys had would be over the second you said anything.

Jongho, the lead singer, greets you with a smile and a nod in your direction as he warms up.

"y/n!" Wooyoung calls out, getting off of his drum stool and engulfing you in a hug.

You giggle on command, loving his enthusiasm. “Wooyoung, why do you always act like we haven’t seen each other for years!”

He smiles and whispers, “Don’t tell the guys I told you, but you’re like… our muse!”

You roll your eyes and pull away from his chest just to look at him, “I think you’re the only one crazy enough to even consider that.”

Wooyoung lets you go completely and returns to his drum set, you follow suit. “Maybe but you’ve been our number one supporter since day one! Plus you’re beautiful and beauty inspires art, does it not?”

Laughter erupts from you again at his cheesiness and your feel an arm wrap around your shoulder. You didn’t have to look to know who it was, the signature cologne giving him away.

“What’s so funny?” San’s smiling but you can tell there’s something different in his tone.

“Just exposing how important y/n is to the band.” Wooyoung sends you a playful wink, your cheeks burning slightly. San forces a laugh, something you don’t notice, before sitting you down on the couch.

After practice was over, you waited outside of the room for San so you could go back to your place. That wasn't the original plan but San insisted. The chilly air made you wrap your arms around yourself, internally scolding yourself over not bringing a jacket.

Wooyoung was the first to come out, fishing his lighter out of his pocket. He wasn't the only cigarette smoker in the group but he was definitely the one that smoked the most. He grinned at the sight of you, resting his hand in his pocket instead.

"Why're you waiting out here? It's cold as hell."

"Yeah... But I didn't want to get in your guys' way." You rubbed your hands up and down your arms trying to create heat. Wooyoung took off his jacket and wrapped it around you without hesitation. "A true gentleman." You remarked.

He put his hand on his chest, his face contorting to look hurt. "I've always been a gentleman. Even when I'm freezing my ass off."

Your eyes widened, ready to give the jacket back. "Woah there, missy. I gave it to you for a reason. We don't want our muse to die of hypothermia." The joke makes you laugh lightly. "You waiting on San?"

You nod, staring at the ground and rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. “It’s been a lot of waiting recently.” You accidentally confess.

“Uh oh.” He leans against the wall. "I noticed something was different."

"What do you mean?" You hear your heartbeat through your ears and you find it hard to breathe all of a sudden.

"You guys are a lot closer... You guys are best friends, sure, but the air's been different between you two. He still doesn't notice how you look at him."

You scoff, "That obvious, huh?"

"To everyone but him, it seems. Can I be honest?" Wooyoung rolls to face you. You nod, now looking at him. "Unless you tell him how you feel, you'll be doing nothing but waiting on him."

"But our friendship-"

"If you're about to tell me that it's enough for you, so help me God, y/n, I will kick your ass." You laugh for the first time since the conversation started. You understand what you have to do. You guys have already crossed so many boundaries and clearly, he feels something for you, right?

The door to the practice room swings open and this time it's Yeosang and San. San's bright smile seems to falter as his eyes instantly land on the jacket that's wrapped around you. His eyes shift between you and the drummer then he strides to you, grabbing your wrist.

"Let's go?" You don't have time to answer. San's practically ripping the jacket off of you and throwing it at Wooyoung who barely catches it. This time, you don't miss the change in his tone. He replaces Wooyoung's jacket with his hoodie, not saying a word as he puts it on you.

Just like the night before, the tension in the car is thick but unlike last night, it's you who's trying to spark a conversation. San's knuckles are turning white as he drives and it's starting to worry you. You've never seen San this upset before and you're still trying to place the reasoning. Was it jealousy?

You pull up to the house, expecting him to follow you like he always does but he doesn't. Instead, he leaves the engine running and his eyes on the street. For some reason, this sets you off. This man had the audacity to pull away from you, act like you were just a friend in front of the ex that cheated on him, but gets jealous over you casually talking to another guy?

You scoff and unbuckle your seatbelt, stepped out of the car, and slammed the door shut. San was feeling extra temperamental tonight. He couldn't understand why he felt like this either. Maybe he was looking for a fight. He turned off the engine and followed you inside. Before you could close and lock the door, he stepped into your house.

"What is your problem?" You asked venomously.

"What is your problem?"

"I didn't have any problem until you decided to get all confusing!" You dropped your tote bag on the floor, turning to face him fully.

"I'm confusing? Are kidding me?" He huffs out, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Actually, I'm not. You've been driving me nuts since we started hooking up. I'm over it!" His lip twitches into a sarcastic smile. "What the fuck was that with your ex? You completely pushed me aside. She treated you like shit, remember? She cheated, she lied, and she manipulated you. Do you want to get back to-"

"You're not my girlfriend, y/n!" He cut you off. "God, it's like you don't know your place." Tears pricked your eyes but you felt more angry than sad. Angry, you've never felt this way with San before. You're experiencing a lot of firsts tonight. San immediately realizes what he said, how hurt you were. He took a step closer to you but you put up your hands, putting up your boundaries for the first time.

"No, you're right. It's not like you hold my hand wherever we go or put your hands on my waist in public. You don't smile at me sweetly during dates. We're not completely vulnerable with each other, telling each other things we'd never breathe to others. It's not like we fuck almost every day! Do friends do what we do? Please, enlighten me. What's my place?"

"I'm sorry, y/n. I shouldn't have-" You're full-on bawling now, sucking in breaths where you can.

"I can't believe I've loved you for so long. I've torn my heart out for you and you just... you just throw it back at me like it's nothing!" His mouth opens but nothing comes out, instead he wraps his arms around you. You react once you feel him, trying to fight him off but he's stronger, trying to calm you down by hugging you.

You're screaming, all the feelings you've held inside bursting out of you, "Why can't you let me in?" You start to pound on your chest even though you know you shouldn't. You don't even notice that he's crying too. "Why can't it be me for once? Let it be me!"

"I'm sorry," He coos. You couldn't hold yourself up anymore, your feelings making it hard to focus. San catches you though, guiding you to sit on the floor.

San does his best to understand what you're saying through your sobs. He wants to understand what he's feeling. He thought he was doing this to get over Areum but why was he doing all the other things? He could've just stuck to the bare minimum but he didn't. Better question, how had he not noticed your feelings?

San was so caught in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed you had cried yourself to sleep. He was holding your head to his chest and he sighed, finally relaxing a bit. He couldn't really relax though, his mind still processing what you had said. He carried you bridal style to your room and thanking God that you had exhausted yourself.

San tucked you in and, after some hard debating, decided to lay in bed with you. He made sure that he wasn't touching you even though he knew he was going to leave before you woke up. He sighed to himself.

Even as you slept you were beautiful and he beat himself up for only now noticing how exhausted you looked. The man never understood why he was so willing and ready to sleep with you. He could acknowledge that there was steaming sexual tension but he never thought it would get this far. Nevertheless, you guys were in this situation; the very foggy area between friends and more.

Is this how you felt, absolutely terrified? You guys certainly couldn't go back to being friends after everything that's happened between you two. San's body started to shake as he silently cried. He couldn't even comprehend how much pain he's put you through these last few months.

____

You're not surprised to find your bed empty the next day; you wouldn't be surprised if San had sent you a message ending your friendship and promptly blocking you. You stare at your ceiling with tears already prickling your eyes. You weren't going to check your phone for texts. You just went to work.

The day went by fast, your boss giving you plenty of work to distract yourself. You were doing just fine until you pulled up to your apartment to find Wooyoung waiting to knock on your door.

"Wooyoung?" The man turned around, almost like a deer in headlights.

"Oh- Hey!" He quickly put his hands in his jean pockets. You walked to your door silently, unlocking the front door and inviting him in.

“What can I help you with?” You try to be casual even though all you’re thinking about is San and how you know Wooyoung’s here to soothe whatever problem you guys are having.

“I’m gonna cut to the chase. Talk to San. It’s only been a day of you two fighting and all of us are tired of him sulking.”

“What are you even talking about?”

“He came into practice looking all down and he didn’t talk to any of us. He just went through practice barely saying ten words throughout the whole thing.”

"How do you know this has something to do with me?"

“… Do I look blind to you? Everyone knows something’s going on between you two.” Wooyoung sighs and runs his hands through his hair. “Look, I don’t know what happened but I’m sure it was probably his fault. I’m not saying you should forgive him right away but just talk to him. Please?”

——

So now, here you are, outside his door. You took in a deep breath before knocking hard on his door. You couldn’t muster the courage to ask if he was home but there was no practice so you hoped for the best.

The door unlocked within a few minutes. “y/n?”

“H-Hi,” You stuttered out, feeling the weight on your shoulders get heavier. “Can I come in?”

San gestures you inside and you take a seat on his couch. There’s an awkward silence when he joins you and you can’t recall any other time it’s been like this. It was so easy to talk to San before but now you can’t even form a sentence.

“So—“

“What’d—“

You said at the same time.

“You first.” San breathed.

“I just figured we had a lot to talk about.”

"Right..." He brushed off his legs with a sigh.

"I like you, San- actually, I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for so long and we slept together and it got messy. We've never talked about what we were after that night. You just made me a rebound and I turned the other way..."

His eyes burnt into your face and you were too scared to meet them. "I'm sorry. I never meant to put you in that kind of situation. I shouldn't have been so selfish. I didn't think about the way you were feeling."

San's warm hand grabs yours. "I'm so sorry that it's taken me so long to see how you feel about me. I'm so sorry I said that you didn't know where your place was. Your place..." He takes a big deep breath, making you look at him, "Your place is right next to me. I lost you for one day and in that one day, I've realized what you really mean to me. I'm in love with you, y/n."

He places his hand on your cheek, wiping away a tear you didn't even notice. You're falling apart at his touch but you were so happy that he felt the same way and- Oh my god! Choi San was in love with you!

"You just said you were in love with me." You breathed, a smile breaking out on your lips.

"I did, didn't I?" He chuckles, closing the distance between your faces. Your breath hitches. "Are you going to give me a chance to love you for real this time?"

Your heart is going to burst and you don't really give it much thought.

"Yes."

[innepttia]

(Part one can be found here) AMAZING MAEVE ARTWORK BY @bomerpascal what a delight he was to work with! I think he captured Maeve perfectly and I’ll be crying about this for the rest of my life.

Y’all ready for part two of

Maeve Shepard

I really put my all my heart into these next 50 questions. (Thank you for the prompts @spookyvalentine​ )

TW: mentions of alcohol abuse

1. Where would your Shepard go back to play tourist? Are they going alone, or bringing someone(s)?

Maeve honestly doesn’t care, she just wants to go to any desert planet and drag Thane along with her. When I say this woman loves this silly lizard, I mean it’s twuuuueeee luuuvvvvv.

2. Your Shepard is making a sandwich. What’s going in it?

She’d be making a breakfast burrito with some chorizo and hot sauce and adobo eggs, let's be real.

3. What’s Shepard’s love language? What love languages do they respond best to?

Physical touch. Especially with Thane, it helps to keep her grounded. A good tether to reality.

Garrus figures this out eventually too and touches her shoulders and hands and fringe a lot. She doesn’t make him stop.

4. What were Shepard’s opinions of Cerberus before waking up on their table?

🚨Terrorists🚨Terrorists🚨Terrorists🚨Terrorists🚨

5. Is your Shepard politically active? Do they stay on top of galactic comings and going’s

No way, she had enough of that with her parents in the military. She’s way over it.

6. What would they be doing, if Shepard never joined the alliance?

She would be a chef. She loves to cook but never gets the chance to. Too busy saving the galaxy and all that.

7. What’s Shepard’s favorite way to let loose?

Both Maeve and I: *nervous laughter* “Let loose”? We don’t know her.

8. Does your Shepard like to be alone? Are they prone to isolate?

No. Contrary to almost everything pointing in the direction of severe depression in ME2 and ME3, being around people makes her brain stop thinking so loudly. She usually tries to hang out with at least one person on board at all times.

9. What does Shepard like to wear when they’re out of the armor?

In ME1 she was super stuffy and had all the Alliance SOPs drilled into her head so she would wear the Commander’s uniform, but after she died…

She started to wear what she really enjoyed, which is, AND I AM NOT JOKING, the whole Ellen Ripley outfit from Alien. Engineer jumpsuit, top rolled down and tied at her waist with a white top underneath and her hair up.

In ME3 when she has some dignitaries on board, the jumpsuit is buttoned up, but she WILL be comfortable! Except when they have official meetings in the conference room… then FINE, she’ll wear her uniform.

10. What does TIM think of Shepard at the start of me2? And at the end?

“This fucking bitch.”

“This fucking sexy bitch.”

11. What does Shepard think of TIM?

Hot daddy vibes (shut up). I have been informed I am the resident TIM fucker in our discord so… all related TIM questions are all very thirsty.

12. Who is Shepard’s favorite non-companion character?

Joker, for reasons I will explain further down the list.

13. What kind of roommate would Shepard be?

A great one! She’s lived on ships her whole life! The drinking could become a problem, so it depends on when in her life you catch her… but for the most part she’d be a great roomie.

14. It’s takeout potluck night with the gang! What’s Shepard ordering, and from where?

Maeve would probably just order a giant container of mashed potatoes and grumpily place it in the middle of the table because she wanted to cook something instead but was too busy.

(I gotta be honest, my husband and I don’t do a lot of take out so this was somehow the hardest question I’ve had to answer so far. So my tiny brain said PO-TAY-TOES.)

15. If Shepard could have an extremely dangerous and illegal pet, what would it be?

Really my kneejerk reaction was to say “none”, but in the interest of being more creative… A snow leopard. She wants to pet the ears and smoosh the face.

16.. What does Aria think of Shepard?

Hot daddy vibes (shut up).

17. Does your Shepard seek counseling/have a therapist?

No. While she knows she’s Definitely Not Fine, she doesn’t want help.

When she’s locked up though, the Alliance assigns her a court mandated therapist. It does not go well.

18. Obligatory gang beach episode! What’s Shepard doing?

She’s trying so hard to get Thane to take off all his clothes. No shame, girl, no shame. But also drinking a pina colada and reading a book and taking sneaky candid pictures of the gang.

19. What was Shepard’s first interaction with an alien?

Oohhhh what a good question. With being in the military, her first interaction with an alien was a turian and she said, “oh damn that is a sharp alien” to herself and that was about the extent of it.

20. List five songs your Shepard is currently listening to

Y E S!!!!! I hoped this would be here. I’m going to do a +1(+1) because I can never just do the required amount. So we doing the 5 +1(+1)trope but with songs 😂

Madness by Ruelle (this is the song that would be playing if she snapped and murdered someone… while not on the military’s dime) “Feel the fury closing in, all resistance wearing thing, nowhere to run from all this havoc.”

.44 by Tejon Street Corner Thieves “My mama told me that god ain’t happy, that I ain’t worthy of the love of the lord. I said, mama I don’t mind, mama I don’t need it. Cos I’m meeting the preacher man at the local liquor store.”

Cocaine and Abel by Amigo the Devil “I was born impatient and I was born unkind, but I refuse to believe I have to be the same person I was born when I die.”

Bath Salts by Highly Suspect “I feel like death is coming soon and, oh all I wanna do is fucking sleep.”

Witches’ Wrath by The Bridge City Sinners “I kick and scream but there’s no life left in these lungs.”

+1 Empty Crown by YAS “My body’s missing pieces, can’t pull it all back together, I wish I could remember.”

(+1) I’m Tired by Labrith & Zendaya “Now the tide is rolling in, I don’t wanna win, Let it take me, I’ll be on my way, How long can I stay in a place that can’t contain me?”

21. What companion quest did shepard enjoy the most? What was the most difficult one for them to do?

Most enjoy, Kasumi.

Most difficult, Zaeed.

Funny how it’s the two of them isn’t it? Kasumi was fun because Maeve was so excited to do a heist. Zaeed’s was most difficult because she brought Thane along and the two of them had so much beef the entire time and honestly Zaeed was being so fucking annoying.

22. Any guilty pleasures?

Yes, Thane. *evil laughter*

Okay but in all seriousness, playing the piano. She’s a natural at it, with only minimal practice, but she never has time to play so it never comes up. When there’s that piano in Anderson’s apartment, she gets so excited to play it, but alas, the world decides to end before she can.

*Guilty pleasure because any pleasure she feels during those last months are laced with guilt.

23. What does Shepard think of Conrad Verner? How do they handle him?

Uhhhh okay tbh I don’t remember this person lmfao so I assume Maeve also doesn’t remember him.

24. How does Shepard handle house arrest? How do they fill their time?

Badly. So, so badly. She’s not only going through DTs, but she’s mad. Like furious. Not at Vega, who she begrudgingly befriends, but at all of them. All the people she saved three times over now (ME1, ME2, Arrival DLC) and they had the nerve to lock her up for war crimes. (Her logic is not sound at this point in her life.)

25. How does Shepard react to meeting Javik, a real life prothean?

She said, “holy fucking shit, Liara are you seeing this?!” As Liara is standing next to her with her mouth hanging open and Javik is about to explode them both with his biotics. Garrus is the only one that can snap the two of them out of their stupefaction.

26. What is Shepard’s relationship with Joker?

*rubs hands together in anticipation* Hope you’re ready for a long reply.

Maeve never romanced anyone in ME1. She was holding out hopes for Joker. They had a work wife/work husband vibe going on. She’d always be in the cockpit talking to him and flirting and they’d banter and he could always make her laugh. But, she had “no fraternization” from the military so drilled into her skull that they never took it any further.

Then, she died.

And Joker mourned her, mourned a love they could now never have, and for two years he tried his best to get over her. But, it’s Commander Shepard. Who can get over her?

Then, ME2, they’re reunited and it’s big emotional. But that same night Joker went up to her cabin and had to set the record straight. He grieved her, he loved her, but he had moved on. Maeve accepted this, not wanting to push it any further or overstep any boundaries.

“In another life, without military ranks, we would have been good together,” Joker said with a small smile, sounding all the world like he regretted every word coming out of his mouth. Maeve had to drag her eyes from him to stare at the empty fish tank so he wouldn’t see her tears.

“I understand,” she replied softly.

They kept their flirting up, the two of them toeing the line between impropriety, but once more neither of them taking the leap.

Then Thane literally dropped into her life and EDI kicked down all the doors of reality for Joker.

Towards the end of ME3, Joker is fully prepared to mourn her again, and maybe - maybe - there’s a soft kiss pressed to her armored glove as she passes by his chair, quiet words passed between them; all the squadmates looking away from this private moment before she disembarks to blow up the fucking Reapers.

27. What does your Shepard take pictures of?

Her crewmates.

Joker sitting in the pilot's chair, looking over his shoulder at her, genuine smile on his face like he’s happy to see her. (ME1)

Garrus and Tali fighting over some dextro food rations in the mess hall. (ME1)

Kaidan and Ashley on the Citadel, chatting easily with each other. (ME1)

Maeve and Wrex trying to arm wrestle (Liara took the picture). (ME1)

Joker, sitting in the same pilot’s chair, arguing with EDI as a blue orb. (ME2)

Samara and Kasumi, sitting in front of the big observation window, talking to each other. (ME2)

Dr. Chakwas patching Maeve’s leg up with a hovering Miranda. (ME2)

A lot of (tasteful!!!) pictures of Thane in Maeve’s cabin. The most looked at ones are the ones where she managed to catch him smiling or laughing. (ME2)

A straight up selfie of poker night with the engineers, Garrus, Jack, Jacob, Zaeed, and Tali all trying to squeeze into the background. (ME2)

Mordin and Legion standing awkwardly, looking like they were trying to have a staring contest. (ME2)

Maeve hanging from Grunt’s arm as he waves her around wildly. Maeve is nothing but a blur in this picture and Grunt is laughing and presumably shouting “battle master” (Garrus took the picture, a talon can be seen in the corner of the picture where he accidentally covered part of the lens). (ME2)

Someone took a picture of Maeve drinking a very full glass of white wine with a cigarette in her hand (she does not smoke but she always tries things at least once), looking super stressed with her hair haphazardly pulled back (like the Mads Mikkelsen meme - I will be getting this one commissioned eventually so I’ll link once I get that done). (ME2)

Joker and EDI on the Citadel, Joker’s arm around her waist as they stare out at the scenery. (ME3)

A very special photo of Thane, on some desert planet, smiling up at the sun like a flower in bloom. (ME3)

Javik at his table in his quarters. (ME3)

Liara and Garrus on the battlefield, both concentrated on the enemies while Maeve is there taking pictures of them. (ME3)

Vega and Cortez in the shuttle bay, laughing about something. (ME3)

Of course the group photo at Anderson’s apartment. (ME3)

Tali, on her homeworld with the whole future ahead of her. (ME3)

A picture of a vase of white flowers in Life Support. (ME3)

*all of these, no, not all the (tasteful!!!!) photos of Thane (but most of them lmao), are released to the crew after her death and they all have a good cry

28. Who is your voicecast for Shepard? Is it Jennifer Hale/Mark Meer? Do they have an accent?

Straight up Jennnifer Hale. No changes - it’s perfection.

29. What is the perfect day for Shepard?

Suns Out, Buns Out (~500 words)

30. What did Shepard think of the thorian? How did they feel about killing it? What did they decide for Shiala?

ME1 Maeve was creeped out by the thorian (although ME3 Maeve would make a joke about how it could be potentially good inspiration for tentacle porn) and she wanted to save Shiala.

When she saw Shiala in ME2 she probably would have fallen for her and her new lovely shade of green if she hadn’t met a different green alien only moments later.

31. How did Shepard feel, seeing Legion wearing their old armor? Does that change?

Maeve thinks this is cool af. She kind of did that Leonardo DiCaprio gif of him pointing at the TV when she saw it and then went to interrogate Legion about how he got it and why.

32. Any vices?

🍺🍷🥃🍸🍹🍶🍑

(The last one should really be the Thane peach.)

33. Is Shepard free with affection, or more reserved?

Free with it. She really is emotionally constipated (as stated in the previous 50 questions) but she will tell her crew if they do a good job and how proud of them she is. She’ll hold Thane’s hand in public, she’ll clasp a squadmate on the shoulder, she’ll hug someone if they look like they need it.

If someone asks her how she’s feeling though?

“I’m fine,” Maeve replied, as she said every single time she’s asked. “Thanks for asking though.”

34. Are there any people out there that betrayed Shepard? How do they handle it?

Yeah there are plenty, but Maeve is a busy lady and she eventually just kind of shrugs and says “fuck it”.

35. Is your Shepard a biter? (Interpret this as you will)

Wow the whole time I thought this said “bitter” and I was like, I mean I guess she’s bitter but who wouldn’t be after the things she’s been put through- oohhhh this said BITER.

No, she’s not. She’s not a super fan of people that aren’t her found family being up close and personal in her face. And honestly, Thane has scales, so… no (but she might get a little nibbly around the frills).

36. What is their relationship with Wrex?

In good standing! Just buddies, friends, pals that would do anything for each other including die for each other.

37. Does Shepard have any friendships that surprise the rest of the crew?

Mess Sergeant Gardner. She just wants to cook, man!! So sometimes she goes down to the Mess Hall and just watches him with rapt attention and critiquing the way he holds his knife (which drives him crazy).

In ME3, she’s friends with a geth who she has private correspondence with via email. It is notably not Legion, but this geth just kinda slid into her DMs, ya know. Turns out they both love the Murderbot Diaries series, which should maybe raise some red flags for her that this geth likes that particular series but she thinks it’s hilarious instead.

38. If Shepard is dropped into the middle of the wilderness for a week, how do they handle it?

PROBABLY NOT WELL. If you dropped this woman into the middle of space on a broken down ship slowly losing power to its life support, she’d do better than in the middle of the wilderness. How find food? How find water? No electronics to fix? RIP Maeve.

39. Does Shepard have a will? What do they want done with their body after they’ve passed?

Yeah, she has a “DO NOT BRING BACK FROM THE DEAD A SECOND TIME GOD DAMN IT” type of will. Viking death please. Place her body in a boat, push it out to sea, and set that shit on fire. That way she’s really really really REALLY gone.

40. How does your Shepard react, when Liara tells them she’s the one that handed their body over to Cerberus?

Liara tells her and Maeve doesn’t say a word. Just opens up her Omni-tool, beginning to type something out. It’s awkward and silent between the two of them, but Liara is determined to wait this out. Maybe five minutes into this horrid standoff, Maeve sends a file to Liara and lowers her arm with her Omni-tool. She stares neutrally at Liara until the asari opens her messages and reads the email she got from Shepard.

It’s the will she just made that says, “Do not do this shit again I swear to god do NOT bring me back from the dead A SECOND TIME.”

Then they both move on. Maeve is very aware that every second is precious so she doesn’t spend a lot of time mad at her found family.

41. They’ve been caught in the rain! How does Shepard react?

Like a soggy wet blanket. You’d think for someone who never grew up experiencing rain, she’d like it more but instead, Maeve thinks it’s gross to just be… moist.

42. How does Shepard handle the reporters? What are they like in an interview

Since she grew up in the Alliance, she handles reporters with professional passive aggression. No punching off reporters here, she answers the question in monotone, standing at parade rest, with dead eyes, and moves on with her life.

43. What was the clone’s fate? Do you think Shepard and their clone could coexist?

The clone does not make it. Actually, Shepard wonders what screws are loose in TIM’s head to make a clone of her because she is such a disaster by ME3. She is suuuuper sus about if TIM has a relationship with the clone or not (I HAD to somehow fit timshep in there, okay, I have a problem) because of some choice phrases the clone tried to taunt her with.

44. What’s the perfect date to sweep Shepard off their feet?

Well… this is currently getting published in my indoctrination AU so I’m not sure I want to ruin it…

But there’s a lot of laughter and smiles.

I’ll update with a link here when I get around to posting that fic.

45. How many unread emails are in their inbox?

None. She reads them all and cherishes them all even if she doesn’t respond (though she responds to most of them).

46. What does your Shepard get competitive over?

Video games. Back when she had hobbies besides war crimes, she played online video games. (Referenced in the first 50 questions)

47. What museum is your Shepard going to? natural history, science, art… the zoo, aquarium?

Art! She didn’t get a whole lot of art growing up on spaceships. Seeing paintings of ships at sea, or sunsets is amazing to her.

48. What kind of a sleeper is Shepard? Sprawl out, hog the covers, octopus…. How many hours do they normally sleep?

Sleep? What’s sleep? Lmao well if she isn’t sleeping in some random place on the Normandy and she’s up with Thane in the cabin, she’s a big time cuddler. So I’d think she’d be curled up around Thane in some sort of fashion.

She’d rather fall asleep at the CIC on the galaxy map searching for resources than alone in her bed.

49. Do they have any morning or evening rituals?

Brush teeth ✅

Shower ✅

Brush hair (if she remembers)

The end 🙃

She read somewhere that if there’s only one thing you have the wherewithal to take care of it should be your teeth because those are expensive to fix.

50. What scents in particular draw Shepard in?

Okay I’m so lame when I say this but I’m obsessed with this idea so here we go.

Pre ME2 death: cloves, cinnamon, mulled spices. They remind her of her parents boiling the spices over a stovetop on whatever ship they were on during Christmas. It was really the only tradition they had (they didn’t do gifts because they didn’t have a lot of possessions with how much they jumped from ship to ship; only what could fit in a single standard issue Alliance duffel bag).

Post ME2 death: the ocean, the salty breeze that blows across the sea, the way rain smells when it pours over angry waves (she tries to put an Ocean Breeze febreze scent in her cabin only to stink up the whole thing so badly she couldn’t sleep in it for a month ((she slept in the co-pilot's chair in the cockpit that month with Joker just side eyeing her the entire time)) (((this was before she was in a relationship with Thane so she was really like, why the FUCK do I want to smell the ocean all the time))) ).

I really HC that Kalahira had a hand in bringing Shepard back from the dead.

Kalahira is like, to bring one life back to save the galaxy seems a fair trade

And Maeve is like, no the fuck it’s not

+1 what, to your Shepard, is a good death

You know, an independent journalist asked Maeve this once, while she was still working for Cerberus, almost immediately after she woke up barely stitched back together. It’s the only time she’s ever snapped at a report. You know what she said?

“Shut the fuck up about death already. She’s a bitch and won’t leave me alone.”

(The real answer is that she doesn’t know, by ME3 she just wants to go back to being dead and it doesn’t really matter how.)

[wonwoosthetic]

hi!! hope you’re feeling good

so… I know thy you kinda wrote a little bit about this, but can you do something like focusing on how the member took care and comforted minnie, for a few days, after her break up with hanbin?

*It’s ok if you don’t want to since we have the reaction of some of them, I’m just curious about the other, specially coups

Hiii, hope you’re doing good yourself and of course I can and here it is :) Thank you for requesting it!!! ♥️ And thanks for being interested in this series!!🤗🙊

The Aftermath Was Even More Painful || Minnie

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Requests, asks, and taglist are open! :)

Warnings: none specifically

I sometimes used Korean honorifics in this chapter as I find them quite fitting from time to time. If anyone doesn't like that or has a problem with me using them, please let me know, I don't want it to come across disrespectfully :)

There might come a part two to this or even like a part one, depending on whether or not you guys want it :) this now plays a few days after their break up but if you want I could also write about the day right after the break up. It's kind of hard to fit all thirteen of them in one chapter without it being 10k words long...😅

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It was around lunchtime when S.Coups got out of his room, walked into the living room and found Woozi and Mingyu lying on the floor, watching TV.

"What do you want for lunch? What should we order?" He asked his members as he adjusted the beanie he was wearing.

Woozi shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know, don't really care. Order what you're craving."

"Maybe we should ask Minnie what she wants" Mingyu proposed, mentioning the girl neither of them had seen outside of her room within the last three days.

"Have you been able to talk to her?" The leader wondered, sitting down next to the other two men. Mingyu shook his head,

"Nope", and he sighed, "but we could ask her, she has to start talking eventually."

"Has anyone talked to her?" The leader was more than just worried about the girl of the group. The last few days had been harder than he had expected. She didn't get out of the room she was sharing with Joshua unless she had to use the bathroom. The food the boys had been bringing her was left untouched on the floor or on her desk. Every time she even just tried to eat something, it would quickly come back up her throat, making her throw up unwillingly - this or she simply didn't have an appetite. Trying to talk to her also ended rather disappointingly for most of the members. The girl wasn't able to focus on anything else but on the thoughts that kept on running through her mind: what is he doing right now? Is he ok? How is he dealing with all the negative attention that he's getting? Did he already move out of the iKon dorm? So many questions and no one there to answer them. Not only did she not contact Hanbin, but she had also decided to cut her ties with the rest of the members, leaving them, especially Bobby, whom she had known longer than Hanbin, in a lot of worries.

She was heartbroken. No. Even more than that. Minnie felt like one of the biggest sources of her happiness had left her - reading the articles and comments on the internet didn't help either, but she couldn't help it, she had to know what this cruel world had to say about her boyfr-... ex-boyfriend. Most of the comments under the picture she had posted on Instagram were positive and supportive but her eyes and brain could only focus on the hateful ones - calling Minnie a bitch for leaving her boyfriend in the probably hardest time of his life, calling Hanbin a stupid teenager who deserves the punishment that he might receive, saying that Minnie should leave Seventeen, to not drag her members into the shit that she and her ex-boyfriend are in, even though she had nothing to do with his drug alligations. But people don't care about that some of them just simply want to ruin your career and make you feel miserable... and she was slowly letting them win.

Minnie was and had been able to hear her members talk about her throughout the days but she didn't have the energy to call them out for it, so whenever she could, she would listen, like right now.

"Joshua and Wonwoo are the only ones who were for longer than just five minutes in her room", Woozi answered his leader's question.

"And Joshua only because he sleeps in that room", Mingyu pointed out, turning his head upwards to look at the older member, "But I think Myungho also talked to her for quite a bit." To which Woozi nodded,

"Yeah, true. He said that he was reading her old Chinese fairytales that he thought she would like...", he stopped for a second, making the other two look at him, "but most of them end with a happy ending for a couple so he stopped." They nodded, understanding the uncomfortable situation that Minghao had probably been in.

"And Wonwoo? Did he say wh-" speaking of the devil, the mentioned man just walked in, making S.Coups stop talking to the two on the floor as he turned his attention to the tall one standing in the middle of the room, carrying a plastic bag in his hand. "Wonwoo, you've been talking to Minnie?"

"Yeah, why?" he spoke in a quiet voice, knowing that she might be listening again like she had told him she had been doing sometimes.

"She's not talking to a lot of us, Hyung", the 97 Liner of the room said.

The leader was relieved that at least someone was able to break down the brick wall she had been setting up, but it didn't stop him from worrying about her furthermore, "How did you make her talk?"

To which Wonwoo shrugged his shoulders, "I didn't", all of the members turned towards him in confusion, "We don't talk much. I just kinda sit there, and we read. After a while, she sometimes will say something, but it's not a lot."

Seungcheol nodded, "Alright, alright. At least someone's getting to her", suddenly he remembered something, making him grab his head in frustration, "Ah fuck!", everyone's heads turned towards him with worried looks on their faces, "What? What?!" Mingyu worried.

"Today the company is releasing the official statement of him leaving."

"Do you know what they'll write in it?" Wonwoo wanted to know.

"Probably", the older one sighed, "That it was mutual, and for the best for the group or something."

Mingyu jumped up from his position on the floor, "Ya! Are you serious?! They won't even state the real reasons?!"

"They can't because all of Hanbin's allegations are still only allegations! Nothing's been confirmed or denied yet. And YG won't say anything because they don't feel responsible for him anymore..."

"All a bunch of assholes", Mingyu licked his lips in disbelief. Companies can and are cruel.

Wonwoo gulped before speaking up, "I'm gonna-", and pointed to the door, which would lead to the grieving girl, "I'm gonna go."

The leader nodded, "Yeah, you go, and we'll order food. Maybe you can make her eat something."

As soon as Minnie heard the name of her ex-lover leave S.Coups' lips, her throat dried up, and her eyes began to water once again, the same way they had been for a few days. The girl forgot, and getting reminded wasn't a good thing at the moment.

The slight knock on the door didn't make her turn around or try to calm down her tears as she already knew who'd be coming in, and he had been seeing her cry for the past few days anyway.

"Hi", the deep but soft voice spoke as he entered the room, immediately closing the door behind him. He walked over to her bed and sat down on the edge, her back was turned towards him. Out of the plastic bag he had been carrying, Wonwoo took out three books he bought, remembering her talk about wanting to read them a few weeks ago.

"I got you these", he took a quick look at them before placing them in front of her legs so she could see them too, "I think you mentioned them", he didn't think, he knew, "And the guys are ordering some food, maybe you'll want some too." The end of his sentence made the girl shake her head as he had already expected to happen - Wonwoo didn't try to convince her to eat something, not wanting to put her under more pressure than she was left to deal with.

Almost like in routine, he stood back up to walk over to Joshua's bed, lied down and took out the book he had been keeping in his member's nightstand as he had been spending more time in this room as of lately.

Minnie and Wonwoo were just existing next to each other. This was what was happening whenever he decided to enter the room within the last three days - and neither of them minded. The girl was more than thankful for him and his ability to just sit or lay there in silence - he didn't push her to talk, eat or drink, so she was able to enjoy his company. Although she must admit, she does miss Minghao. Because even though his stories on the first day of her heartbreak only made her cry, even more, she misses his presence. She had been missing all of her members' presence, but she didn't know how to confront them about it. On the first day already, each of them tried to talk to her, to which she pushed each of them away with snarky remarks or simply not answering... which she now regrets.

Wonwoo sat there, reading his book in silence, only hearing his own breathing and Minnie's cries - he wanted to hug her, he wanted to hold her tightly until no more tears were leaving her eyes. Nothing stopped him from doing this other than himself. In his mind, it was smarter to just let her be instead of confining her into the tight space of a hug - even though it was exactly what she wanted. Minnie was currently unable to express what she was feeling and what she needed and was instead hoping someone would know what to do, but all of her members were new to this kind of situation and didn't know what to do.

"They're releasing the statement today?" Minnie suddenly asked, shocked by the roughness and quietness of her own voice. The boy on the other bed looked up and put the book aside, "Yeah..." She nodded and turned herself over to look at the older man who was already staring at her with worried eyes. Good two minutes were kept silent as the two of them only starred at each other before the girl spoke up again, "Thank you", she swallowed, "Thank you for being here."

And she meant it. She truly meant it. Where some of the other members rather left her alone to not disturb her, which she wasn't angry at because she knew they were unsure about the whole situation, Wonwoo had been keeping her company since day one of her heartbreak. Both members had always been able to sit next to each other in silence and enjoy the other person's presence and right now, God knows, she needed it.

"It's okay", the boy smiled kindly, standing up to walk over and sit back down on her bed, "You know, the others are really worried... they just", he tried finding the right words, "They just don't want to hurt you more, so they chose to give you some space."

"I know", Minnie sniffled, "I'm not mad at them, I'm very thankful. For all of you... but...", tears started welling up in her eyes again, "I don't know what to do", and then they escaped from her eyes.

Wonwoo got nervous as soon as he saw the girl cry in front of him. It broke his heart but he didn't know how to make them stop. His hand went to her cheek to wipe away the salty water, "You rarely drank anything these past few days, how do you still have enough water in your body to cry?" He tried joking, hoping it will ease the situation - which it did. For the first time in three days, Minnie smiled. It wasn't the big wide smile he was used to seeing, but it was something, even if it was just a small chuckle. The man could feel his heart warm at the sight, knowing that he had made her feel better with his statement and it made him smile as well.

Maybe it wasn't the right time, but he had to know: "Would you maybe talk to Coups? He's been so scared, I mean, we have all been, but you know how he is... but he was way too scared to come in."

Minnie nodded quietly, suddenly feeling bad for what she made her leader feel. He stood up quickly, but not before patting her leg softly, and left the room to get the other man they were talking about.

He found him in the kitchen "Hyung?" The man turned around from the food he was taking out of the plastic bags, "Go in", Wonwoo nodded his head towards the room he had just come out of, "She wants to talk to you." The leader's eyebrow's rose, looking at the younger one in wonder as he only nodded with a kind smile. Seungcheol quickly prepared two plates of food before walking towards the door that had been separating him and the younger girl for the past few days. After knocking, he opened it slowly, poking his head in first. He was happy to see that the blinds were open, letting some light in since he expected her to lay in complete darkness - he made a mental note to thank Joshua for this later.

The girl raised her head to look at who had just entered her room, the sight making her cry immediately, "I'm sorry."

S.Coups quickly put the plates down on her desk and ran over to the bed she was lying in. Not thinking about his actions too much, he wrapped his arms around Minnie, who sat up straight after he had walked in. With comforting circles drawing on her back with his hands, Cheol tried to calm down the cries that were escaping her throat as he felt a wet patch forming on his shoulders. The girl felt truly sorry for causing such concern, she could only imagine what it must be like seeing a person suddenly as broken down as she had been. They spent a good ten minutes in this position, the leader running his hands up and down her back, patting her head every now and then, whispering encouraging words, as she kept on apologizing.

"You have to stop saying sorry", S.Coups spoke up first after the silence, "this is not your fault, and you shouldn't feel like it is."

"But I'm sorry for making you worry, for not eating much or drinking or talking to you guys-", a loud sob escaped from her throat before she could finish her sentence, making the man lean back to hold her face and look at her.

"It's okay, Minnie. I mean, of course, I was worried, but I'm happy to see and hear that you at least talked to someone", he straightened down her hair, "I know, a broken heart must hurt, but you have to know that this is not the end of your love life", he kindly looked at her.

"Then why does it feel like it though?" her eyes were glassy and big.

"Because you loved and suddenly lost him", he sadly had to remind her, "He was a very important part of your life for quite a long time, so him not being there all of a sudden hurts, of course. But you're not even in your mid-twenties yet. You're going to find new people you'll fall in and out of love with. Sometimes it will hurt more, sometimes it will hurt less."

She nodded understandingly at the wise words falling from the lips of her leader.

"But with every heartbreak, you're only getting closer to finding the love of your life", he quoted one of Minnie's comfort TV shows, 'Wizards of Waverly Place', making her chuckle. Similar to Wonwoo, it brought a smile to his face as he felt the girl leaning on his shoulder, being able to feel her laugh.

"I really thought he would be it", she admitted, "I thought my love story was going to end with him..."

"I know", he sighed sadly, "Who knows... maybe things will change." To which she nodded.

"What is the company gonna say today?" She wanted to know as she only knew about the rough draft of the statement.

"I don’t know about the official statement, but probably something along the lines of cutting ties with him and what no and how sorry they are for the fans for the sudden message."

Minnie nodded with a smile turn upside down, thinking about how the company Hanbin brought so much money was just going to let him down like that. She thought about her next statement for a short while before deciding not to keep secrets, "He told me everything."

"What do you mean?" S.Coups wanted to know. The girl's head left his shoulder and she sat straight up to look at him,

"Everything about the allegations. The truth...", she looked down at her hands, "He said, he did it. Not the LSD but he did buy and use weed", she looked up again, "but it was way before we met and there's nothing bad about it, I don't understand. He was under so much pressure and needed something to escape, I-", a hand patted her knee, shutting up her ranting.

"I know, I know", Seungcheol said, "But you know... a lot of people think differently about this", he swallowed, "I'm sorry, by the way. For not coming in sooner. I was so scared to hurt you more and after Myungho told us how much you cried when he read those stories to you, I knew that I couldn't see you like this."

The young girl smiled at him with kind and teary eyes, "It's okay, Coups. I know that you're always there for me." She breathed out loud, "Wow, it feels good to talk again", making both of them smile, Seungcheol patting her hair, "We're always there for you."

"Hoshi was the most scared I've ever seen him", she started telling him, "I've never seen him genuinely scared, but I think he was terrified of me."

"He told us that you not speaking freaked him out and he didn't know what to do so he just sat there."

"Dokyeom and Seungkwan got their sisters on the phone", her story made the leader laugh, "What?", "Yeah, they sat there on Joshua's bed and called their sisters.", "Why?", "They were like: What should I do? Do you want to talk to her? While I was right next to them...", she smiled at the memory from two days ago.

After talking for a short while, Seungcheol stood up and held out his hand for her to take, "You wanna go eat with the others?" She smiled fondly at the man in front of her, "Yep", and took his hand. Each of them took their plate from her desk and exited the room, coming to sight with the rest of their roommates sitting on the floor surrounding the table in front of the TV. Joshua, Wonwoo, Mingyu, Woozi, and DK's heads immediately turned at the sound of the door opening, greeting them with wide smiles.

"She has escaped the cave!" DK shouted, running over to the girl to hug her tightly. Minnie just smiled and hugged him back. There were a lot of emotions going through her body at that moment but she was mostly just happy to be with her members again. Dokyeom took her plate and brought it over to the table, placing it down next to Mingyu's so she could sit there. Right after sitting down, her fellow 97 Liner patted her back in a comforting way, "You're doing well", he assured her as he put an arm around her shoulder, squeezing her, which resulted in her smiling again.

The dormmates ate while keeping up small talk with the TV running in the background - Minnie was mostly listening to the guys talk, smiling to herself as she thought about how lucky she was to have men like them in her life, that no matter how bad in a mood she was, they would never let her down, but be there for her when she needs it and giver her space when she asks for it. She knew that in a few weeks she'd be alright again... or at least better. It hurt and it will hurt for a while, but with her members by her side, she'd be able to overcome the heartache she was still experiencing and possibly find true love again - a love that may have been closer to her than she would have ever known.

Just as everyone was slowly finishing the meals on their plates, Minnie's was still mostly full, but the members knew better than to push her to eat more, they were just happy that she ate something, the front door of their dorm opened, with loud voices filling the flat.

"Where is she?", Jeonghan shouted through the apartment, coming into the living room. The sound of his voice surprised her as she didn't know that as soon as she left her room, messages were sent in their group chat, letting the others know that she was in the living room. As soon as his eyes landed on the small girl sitting on the floor, he ran over to her, crashing down beside her and pulling her into a tight hug. "I missed you my child!" he squeezed her tightly, making her gasp out,

"Please... I need to... breath", but rather than listening to her, the other members joined their older brother, which resulted in them falling to the floor, Jeonghan being their foundation and Minnie on top of him, and the rest fitting themselves on top of her and around her, trying to hold her somehow.

The rest of the week, she didn't leave the apartment much besides going on walks with Jun, and once even with Vernon. But the tour was starting soon and she had to eventually go back to her 'normal' life as an idol - with not only her members but also Carats supporting her as she came to realise during their Ode To You Tour.

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[walkerwords]

“To Feel Better” Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader

IMAGE CREDIT: AMC

Request from Anonymous: for your requests i saw a prompt where it was person A finding excuses to hold person B's hand such as my hands are cold will you warm them for me I think that would be cute with Daryl. 

Word Count: 1859

Warning: Swearing

Song I Wrote To: “Cardigan” by Taylor Swift

Note: I love fluff requests yall! This one is set during the time our survivors are looking for shelter after the fall of the farm!

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When the farm fell, nobody knew what they were doing. 

Herschel and Rick were doing their best to keep some sort of order within the group, but they could only do so much once the cold set in and the food became more scarce. Then after losing some people during the invasion of Walkers and Shane’s attempt at a coup, pieces felt as if they were being broken off.

Andrea had been someone who you trusted wholeheartedly. You had been with her and her sister, Amy, since the beginning. Andrea had protected you both, but in the end it had been Amy who befell the fate of the new world. Her death still followed you around and you knew that it had haunted her sister for a while as well. If anything, it had made Andrea harder and more resilient. Still, she kept her eyes on you and you knew that if it came down to it, you would protect her with everything you had. That remained true until you saw her go down on the farm and never saw her reemerge from the horde as Daryl pulled you on to the back of his bike and took off down the dirt path. 

Now it was only a matter of time before someone else was lost. With the larger herds moving North all the time, the group had to keep moving and there wasn’t any time to rest for more than a couple of days. With Lori being pregnant, it was definitely causing more issues. You were exhausted, Shane was dead, Rick was keeping something a secret, and Carl was growing up before your eyes. It was too much, too fast. 

Winter was coming and going, the weather never staying the same in the South. You had been used to that your entire life, but without constant shelter or warm meals, every time the temperature dropped even a fraction, stress levels skyrocketed within the group and it was starting to get to you. Daryl, someone you had grown closer to since the farm, had tried to keep your spirits up the best he could, but there was only so much he could do. 

It was late one night when you found yourself alone on watch. Rick and Maggie had found a house that was far enough from the road with working locks and insulated enough to offer warmth. Nobody dared light a fire in case the Living decided to poke around, but it was better than sleeping in another field with one eye open. 

You were rubbing a stray bullet between your fingers as you saw on a bench just in front of the house when Daryl approached, the gun that housed said bullet was in your other hand. “I got watch,” he said, taking a seat next to you. 

“I’m fine,” you said, keeping your eyes on the dark wall of trees before you. 

“Ya need sleep,” he argued, but you remained still.

“I said, I’m fine,” you repeated. 

“Ya, that’s what ya always say,” he said. It was silent then as he sat next to you. Daryl knew when not to push you and this was definitely one of those times. If there was one person who could sit in complete silence and say more with just their body language it was you and Daryl appreciated that after hours of constant noise from the rest of the group. 

It was after a while that Daryl finally realized what you kept playing with in your hand. He recognized it as a gun that was once shoved in his face when he had first arrived at the quarry with Merle. “That Walsh’s gun?” he asked, nodding his head toward the pistol. You nodded, turning over the weapon in your hand. He wasn’t sure where you had found it, but he could tell that you had cleaned it up. “You thinkin’ about him?” 

“I don’t know what happened,” you finally said. “He was so strong…”

“Even the most level-headed people can get corrupted by this world,” Daryl said and you thought it was one of the most profound things he had ever said. Then again, you figured that Daryl was incredibly bright and he just didn’t let people see that side of him. 

“I thought he’d be one of the last people standing,” you admitted. 

“Didn’t realize you were that close,” Daryl said with a frown. 

“He saved my life,” you said with a shrug, remembering back to all the times Shane had pulled a Walker off of you when you were distracted. “He always looked out for Amy, too. Look, he wasn’t a great man, I know that, but I owed him enough. I was hoping he’d make it at least a few more years.”

“I get that,” Daryl said with a sigh, running a hand through his messy hair. You had noticed that it was getting longer, especially on the sides. 

“Sorry,” you said, “I know you hated him.” 

“I didn’t trust him,” Daryl clarified. 

“Fair enough.” 

You sat back into silence then. Your ears were scanning for the familiar groans of the Dead or the subtle footprints of the Living, but so far, nothing had approached the newest nest for the group. You were definitely missing the RV on the more treacherous nights.

Daryl was quiet before he looked over at you. You could see his face out of the corner of your eye, but you tried your hardest to ignore him. You knew Daryl had been looking out for you for a while. Or rather he had been watching you and you knew he was worried, but you couldn’t bring yourself to take any extra steps towards him. No matter how much you wanted it. 

“You know,” you began, breaking the silence, “I wanted to study old bones and all that.” 

“So, an anthropologist?” Daryl said. You looked over at him with shock on your face and he clocked it immediately. “What, I watched the History Channel,” he defended, causing you to laugh. 

“Yeah, Daryl, just like that,” you said. “I wanted to know how humanity began, but I’m only seeing what we’ve become,” you said as you stared at a Walker corpse that Maggie had downed a few hours before. 

Your hand began to twitch then, a nervous habit you had developed as a teenager. It always exposed everything that you were too afraid to say. There was something about the way your body always knew what was wrong before your mind did. You figured it was something to do with the survival instincts that had kicked in the night they dropped fire on Atlanta and other major cities. 

Daryl noticed your hand instantly. “You’re doing it again,” he said quietly. 

“Nervous habit,” you said, clenching your fist, trying to quiet your nerves. “It used to drive my mom crazy.”

“You don’t talk about her anymore,” Daryl noticed. Turning to look at him, you furrowed your brow. “It’s just, ya used to talk about her at the quarry with Amy and Andrea a lot,” he said with a shrug. 

“Guess I haven’t been in the mood to be sentimental lately,” you said. 

“I get that,” he said as he continued to watch the slight tremor in your palms. “My mom died before all this,” he said  and you were surprised to hear him say anything about his family. Besides Merle, Daryl never mentioned anything about his past. At least, not to you. 

“I’m sorry,” you said. 

“I’m just glad ya know, that she didn’t have to see all this shit,” he said and you knew what he was talking about. In an odd way, anyone who had died before the outbreak lucked out. Nobody deserved to see the new horrors of the world and nobody deserved to be fighting tooth and nail just to survive. Lifting your head to the sky, you watched as a single star shot across the darkness before it disappeared again in the plethora of stars and scattered moonlight. 

“Odd, isn’t it?” you asked. 

“What?” 

“That because the world is dark, we finally see the stars. Living in cities always hid them,” you said with a sigh. 

“Yeah,” Daryl said, following your gaze. 

“ ‘Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars’,” you quoted with ease.

“Tolkien, huh?” Daryl said, recognizing the words. 

“Look at you,” you teased and Daryl rolled his eyes. 

“I read,” Daryl defended and you raised your hands in surrender. The movement then sparked something in Daryl as he caught your hand in his and held it gently. Your hands stilled from the warmth and firm grip of the archer’s hands. You were sitting in silence as he began to rub his thumbs along the nerves and muscles in your hands. 

Daryl was silent as he caressed your hand, taking his time to soothe your anxieties away. “You are gonna be okay,” he whispered, his focus on his task. 

“How do you know?” you whispered back. 

“Because ya ain’t one to let this world beat ya,” Daryl said simply. You took a minute for that to sink in and you knew that he was right. If anything, you were not going to give up so that the dying world took you with it. You knew that death was inevitable, but you also knew that you had come too far already to start to give up now. “Do you know the story of the man who fought off three bears and lived?” Daryl asked suddenly. 

Looking over at him, you raised your brows. “What?” Daryl nodded. 

“Yeah, the crazy son of a bitch jumped into a bear enclosure at a zoo to test if he could survive the worst possible thing,” he said. “Fought them all off with his hands and a tree branch. Nobody thought a person could do that and he did. Only came out of there with a broken hand.” 

“Is there a moral to this story?” you asked. Daryl turned your hand over in his, tracing the lines on your palm. 

“Don’t try to fight bears unless you’re high on pretty hardcore shit because he had to have been, right?” Daryl said easily and you couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of your chest. Daryl gave you a smile then and you realized what he was doing. 

“Was that story even true?” you asked. 

“Nah,” Daryl said. “Does it matter, though?” 

“Not at all,” you whispered, wrapping your other hand around the joined ones between you. Moving closer to him, you leaned into him, feeling his body heat. “Thanks.” 

Daryl gently lifted your hand to his face and pressed a kiss to the back of it in a very rare act of tenderness. His lips lingered on your skin for just a second before relaxing further into you.

“Anytime,” he murmured as you sank into comfortable silence and watched for the enemy that was sure enough to break through your newfound bubble of peace. However, you knew that when that happened, the man by your side would be the one to jump into the fray and wrestle with a few bears of his own. 

TAGS: @thanossexual​ @felicisimor​ @moonstuffsteve​ @lucillethings​ @stark-dreams​ 

[professorspork]

superhell fic prompt: RB+J reunite with Yang

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4]

Let no one ever doubt that Yang can be a champion whiner when she wants to be.

She was on her best behavior before, listening intently as Weiss caught her up on just how badly the fight with Cinder went, and brainstorming up next steps (get to the Tree; send up a flare with Ember Celica because if there were Grimm they needed to worry about, they would have run into some by now; wait). Only there wasn’t much to talk about after that that wasn’t wildly depressing, and they’d fallen into an uneasy silence-- Yang watching Weiss hunch tighter and tighter in on herself with every step.

So she’d filled the quiet: complaining about how they’d be there by now if only she still had Bumblebee; bitching about how unfair it is that they can’t seem to get their Semblances to work; grumbling over how she has no idea how long they’ve been walking because the light never seems to change here. And Weiss snaps back, of course, but Yang can tell the annoyance is feigned-- the more irritated Weiss’s answers are, the more relaxed her body language becomes. Normalcy’s thin on the ground, here; Yang will provide it anywhere she can.

Except-- 

-- except also something on the ground here, it seems-- 

-- is Gambol Shroud.

“Oh,” Yang breathes, in a tone of voice she’s not entirely sure she’s ever produced before. Weiss runs ahead and drops to her knees, but hesitates when she goes to scoop up the weapon-- her hand hovering over it, shaking.

“I-- sorry. It’s not my-- you should--”

“You should give it back to her,” Yang says, keeping her distance and a soft smile on her face.

Weiss looks up at her with wide eyes. “But you--” 

“--didn’t have to see her fall. You did. And you-- you did really good, Weiss. You should give it back to her.” It seems a small concession to make, in the grand scheme of things. She’s going to have plenty of Blake, and soon. She knows it-- she’s sure of that down to her bones, now. So what is there to be possessive of? She waits until Weiss nods, and slips the katana through one of her scabbard loops. It’s not exactly meant to be carried that way, but whatever. It looks pretty badass. “C’mon,” she says, helping Weiss to her feet. “We’re close. I can feel it.”

Weiss roasts her mercilessly when it’s a good age and a half of walking before they even hit the tree’s roots (“Oh, are we close, Yang? Can you feel it?”), but they don’t come across any other surprises. When the roots start to twist and rise above them, Yang clambers up to a decent plateau and sets off two charges-- shooting them high into the air and watching them explode like fireworks. Yang smirks, tucking her arms behind her head as she prepares to settle in and wait--

-- and promptly slips and falls out of the tree when a trio of familiar voices happily cry “Yang?!” only seconds after the flare’s report.

(It’s not her fault, okay? She wasn’t expecting them to be this close, or together; wasn’t expecting Jaune to be down here at all; it’s whatever--)

By the time she’s picked herself up and dusted herself off, Ruby, Jaune and Blake have come into view, just across the clearing. 

“Ruby!” Weiss cries, sprinting towards them, and that’s-- she’s Yang’s sister, she should get dibs on first hug, what gives, only then Weiss actually throws a thumbs up behind her as she runs and that’s just-- that’s just rude, honestly, as if--

“Yang,” Blake says, close enough to touch, and when did that happen?

“Blake, I--”

She has no idea how that sentence was supposed to end. Luckily, Blake relieves her of the burden, busying her mouth and bringing her thoughts to a grinding halt by pulling her into a swift, determined kiss. Yang’s struck so dumb by the shock of it that for a moment she forgets to kiss back-- hands hanging limply at her sides as she tries to process the intent pressure of Blake’s lips against hers; the swell of body heat where they’re pressed together, chest to chest; the tender way Blake cradles her jaw, all fingertips, the way you touch something precious and fragile. Every muscle in Yang’s body relaxes in an instant-- at last, finally, thank you-- and a needy, wanting noise tears itself from her throat, entirely without her volition.

It’s possible she goes a bit overboard when she finally gets control of her limbs again, wrapping her arms around Blake’s sides and dipping her into the kind of kiss she’s only seen on the covers of Blake’s novels, but it’s hard to care about how it looks-- not when Blake’s laughing into her mouth, and Ruby’s wolf-whistling (Yang releases her hold on Blake for that, briefly, only because she has to prioritize flipping Ruby the bird) and has she mentioned that she’s kissing Blake Belladonna? 

She’s kissing Blake Belladonna.

She might never stop kissing Blake Belladonna.

Or, okay, maybe she will; her back kind of hurts holding this weird position so long. But when she pulls Blake back to standing, she suddenly registers wetness on her own cheeks, and she wouldn’t be surprised she’s crying only she’s-- she’s really pretty sure she’s not, so that means--

“Don’t cry,” she whispers, reaching up to brush the tears from Blake’s lashes. “If you cry I’m gonna cry, and--”

“I love you,” Blake breathes, and the words lay Yang out faster than any punch, knocking the wind right out of her lungs. The look on Blake’s face is beatific-- elated and adoring and thrilled. Like she’s proud of herself for being brave enough to say it; like she wasn’t sure she was going to know how. Only then the tears well up again; her voice hitches as she stutters: “I promised; I couldn’t get to you in time, you can’t-- I’ll follow you anywhere, I promised, I swear it, but you have to let me, I thought I lost you--”

This time it’s Yang’s turn to quiet Blake with a kiss, and she lets herself savor it. She clocks every sensation, every touch, every sigh, every brush of their lips. This isn’t about utility, or merely silencing Blake’s fears. It’s reassurance, and devotion, and a promise all its own: we’re okay. We can have this, now.

When she pulls back, she takes a deep breath, determined to find words that will mean as much as Blake’s just did, to make it clear just how much she feels--

-- only it’s a little hard to concentrate over how loudly Weiss is crying, a few yards away where Ruby and Jaune have her sandwiched between them.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to-- I just-- you did promise, all of you, you said you’d never leave my side and I was-- I was alone, I was the only one left, and I--”

Yang takes Blake’s hand, gratified when she gets an understanding squeeze and a nod in return-- to be continued. Whatever confessions of love Yang’s got scratching at the walls of her insides, they can wait a little longer; right now, they need to be with their team.

Together, they join the group huddle, saying nothing as collectively they abandon any attempts at soothing words and instead finally let themselves fall apart. Ruby all but crawls into Yang’s lap, and a thread of tension deep within Yang finally, finally relaxes, knowing that her sister is safe. Jaune cries loudest and hardest of all, and Yang buries a hand in his hair, wishing she could make it better. She knows what it feels like, to stab down and feel the life leave someone’s body, but that was-- she’d hated Adam. To have to do it to an ally, a friend, to have that responsibility on you, for someone you love--

--kill me, and I can make sure the power goes to you--

-- she shakes off the stubborn image of Raven’s scarlet eyes filling her vision and focuses on the people in her arms.

“Not to be super morbid, but maybe...” She pauses and chews on her words, wanting to make sure she says what she means to. “We might be a little past promises, now. All of us. I don’t know where we go from here, and the choices are only going to get harder. But-- we’ve always found our way back to each other before. Even here, and-- and I don’t even really know where here is. So maybe we can just... trust that. See where it takes us.”

She doesn’t realize she’s closed her eyes in a wince, unsure of how she’ll be received, until she cautiously squints them open again and sees half her universe staring back at her with nothing but love.

“I think that sounds good,” Blake says, 

but her eyes say so much more. 

[liddolwhynot2000]

Moments Levi shared with his beloved baby daughter- Kutchel

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aka Levi giving all his 💕Uwu's💕 to his baby girl

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Dadaaa

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It's Levi's day off, and even though he tries his hardest not to look it, he's eager to run back home. He's determined to not waste a second of being off duty.

He's missed his family- you and your calming presence. The stability that he falls into at merely being in the same vicinity as you, is difficult to resist-even for a man like Levi.

Your gentleness somehow meshes well with your child's rowdiness, always laughing and wreaking havoc in the house. He wants to hold his baby brat, even if she'll try to pull his hair out for it.

So he hurries back home, but of course, he has to get past your little guard first. Standing with his cloak still in his arms, Levi craned his neck down to stare at the tiny creature sitting on the floor, blocking his path to his beloved wife. Said creature, wearing a blue dress, is his adorable one year old daughter.

The baby doesn't bother to spare him a glance, too busy babbling as she plays with her blocks. Levi's fine with it, it took him a while but he's learned to accept that babies don't care about, well, anything.

He ponders lifting her up and cradling her in his arms for a cuddle. But, considering the ferociousness with which his daughter is bashing two blocks together, he decides that he values his ability to hear.

Kneeling down, he sets his cloak on the floor and sits in front of her, waiting to be noticed. Kutchel looks at him, her big black eyes innocently blinking at him. She shoves a block into her mouth and gurgles, recognising him.

"Do I have your approval to go to your mom now?"

"Ba da guuu"

"Is that a yes or a no?"

More random babbling. Tiny hands busy themselves with trying to crawl away, so Levi pats her on the head and gets up to go to his wife. He doesn't notice his baby pausing mid crawl to pout at him, wanting him to stick close.

He also doesn't see her little face cutely scrunch up, thinking of ways to stop him and bring one of her favourite humans back to her.

''Daadaaa."

Levi freezes, his heart immediately melting. He can't stop himself from turning back to his child, not when she calls out for him like that.

He cradles her in his arms, unaware that you're watching from the kitchen door, committing the sight to memory.

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Conversations

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You've been with Levi for so long now-so much of your life has been spent with this wonderful man and you have no regrets whatsoever.

You do, however, have secrets. Not serious ones, but pure ones. Small, precious memories you've kept to yourself. They're you're little secrets- events that you look back on with fondness.

Events Levi doesn't know you saw happen.

You remember, when you were exhausted from giving birth, how lovingly Levi talked to your newborn daughter.

'Hey brat, you better keep it down now. Your mom just fell asleep- don't yawn. You're already not listening to me-'

He thought you were asleep. If it weren't for your stitches, you would have giggled and alerted him to the fact that you were listening.

You remember all those times you were never woken up by Kutchel crying-because Levi would wake up before you.

'Go to sleep.'

'oooooh'

'I said; Go. To. Sleep. Don't smile at me-- hey stop laughing-'

You caught on to it very randomly, and the memory warmed your heart to this day.

Levi often had silly little conversations with baby Kutchel, when he thought you weren't in hearing range.

'Yes this is the right way-no what do you mean I can't fold shirts like this-you're pouting you obviously don't agree.'

'Kid- I don't know why you like Eren so much-but this works because he can be an unpaid babysitter-no? Fine, I guess I can pay him a little. Okay fine, I'll pay him more then a little.'

'Do you like this dress? Me neither. How about this one-these socks are awful why the hell do you have these-'

'Yes tea is better then coffee. Coffee is for soulless creatures like Mikasa-Hey, don't cry dammit, why do you have to like the brat that glares at me so much huh? You tiny traitor.'

'So I'm taking you to that military ball tommorow-and I expect you to cry enough that I have an excuse to leave. You cry, I leave and then you get as much milk as you want. We good? Good. Don't tell your mother.'

'You threw up on that military police soldier-I'm proud of you brat. Now, let's aim for throwing up on Erwin. Or at least trying to rip his eyebrows out. I feel like the rumour of them being fake might be true.'

'I know you can't talk much, but make a vow to me that you will, never, ever say yes to anything your Aunt Hange asks of you. Trust me, it's for you own good.'

'Kutchel- stop that-I will pay you to stay still. Here, here's all the money I have, which isn't much. Take it and stay still- why the hell are you still wiggling, you need to put your socks on dammit-'

And so much more. It warmed your heart to think of how beautifully he had bonded with her from the start. And you can only be glad you get to see their entire journey together.

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Cloak

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Levi is a man who values cleanliness above all things-he's made sure his house is so clean that all the rooms are sparkling. Despite having a baby in the house, who had recently learned how to walk and subsequently wreak havoc everywhere she wants to, he still tries his hardest to stick to those standards.

So that's why, here he is, pathetically trying to wash clothes, with a clingy toddler who has made it her life's mission to ruin his life. How is she doing this, one would ask. Well, making sure that he can't even put the damn clothes in the basket was one.

'Kutchel-no-stop it, give that back.'

Levi's a little ashamed of himself, just his hands moving to grab his swords are usually enough to strike fear into the heart of his enemies. Yet, here they are, incapable of winning a tug of war with his one year old brat.

He's really, really glad that Hanji can't see him right now.

He manages to get the shirt out of Kutchel's strong grip, causing her to pout and flail her arms with a whine. Levi refuses to give in and snatches the next piece of clothing before she can. He gives her a stern look.

'No.'

With that, he dumps it in the basket. Kutchel doesn't appreciate it, sitting down and pouting at him cutely. It doesn't last long, because she busies herself with the clothes again. At least she isn't snatching them from his hands this time, and only picking on the clean pile.

He gets up to get some more detergent, smiling to himself at the sound of happy gurgles. Once he comes back, he catches sight of Kutchel, and nearly drops all the powder.

His child is exactly where he had left her, except she's now wearing his Survey Corps cloak. Her black hair, much like his own, is messy and the hood is too big for her tiny head. She looks up at him, and smiles in the face of his horror. On one hand, it's pretty damn cute. On the other hand-

'Oh hell no-'

He starts to take the cloak off of her, ignoring her cries of indignation. His child won't have anything to do with the Survey Corps. Ever.

Too bad 15 year old Kutchel Ackerman had every intention of stealing his title from him- but that's a story for another time.

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Clapping

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Levi has self control. Plenty of it, actually. One could easily argue that, after Erwin, he's one of the most composed individuals in the military.

He's dealt with all sorts of people-rude, snobbish, arrogant bastards who think they stand a chance against him. His expression never waivers, even as he insults them to the point their ancestors are crying in the graves.

But what's happening right now, it makes him lose his precious self control. His face, so used to being that of an expressionless grumpy old man, is scrunched up in anger. Levi does not like what's happening.

Not one bit.

Levi can deal with people trash talking him, he never falters despite all the accurate short jokes. He can deal with people bashing Erwin without flinching-because even he's wanted to kill the man once and can't really blame others for wanting to do so as well.

However, what Levi can't deal with in a calm and rational manner, is -

'The fuck did you just say?'

'I said, your daughter is just a dumb brat.'

Yeah, this Military Police Senior Officer is dying today. Levi hopes Erwin is ready to deal with an irate Nile

'Shut the fuck up-I'm the only one who gets to call her a dumb brat.'

The Officer moves to speak again but Levi silences him with a soul burning glare. Levi turns to his brat. Kutchel is sitting on the carpet, wearing a tiny, cute red dress you had bought for her on sale. She's surrounded by numerous toys, gifted by his comrades.

'Kutchel-'

The baby pauses in her play time, which is chewing a stuffed bear, and turns to look at her papa. The officer looks confused.

'If you're happy and you know it clap your hands.'

There's a pause in the room. The officer looks surprised, although he thinks Levi just proved his point. Kutchel looks to be only a few months old and Levi has just monotonously stated a sentence that is usually sung. There was no way the brat would actuall-

Kutchel squealed in delight, pressing her hands together slowly. Once she notices her papas approval, she starts clapping happily.

Levi smirks, while the officer sweat drops.

'See that, bitch? No' dumb brat' does that at 9 months old.'

Of course, Levi still had to beat the guy up a little after that. No one picks on his baby but him.

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Sorry

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'Eat it.'

Levi pushed the spoon towards Kutchel, who refused to open her mouth.

He had seated her on the table, ditching the highchair. A bib was secured around her neck, and the brat was clearly hungry.

Except since she had eaten three bites, she refused to eat more. Levi was slowly getting more and more frustrated.

'What's your problem? I know you're hungry.'

Kutchel stared at him sadly, and his irritation thawed at the sight. His child was usually pretty well behaved when it came to food. She usually liked eating fruits and vegetables, but for some reason, kept rejecting her baby food.

Levi frowned, before deciding to taste it himself. Maybe if he ate one in front of her, she would want to eat it too-

Levi paused.

He slowly ate, resisting the urge to throw up. He grimaced and awkwardly avoided eye contact with Kutchel, feeling sheepish all of a sudden.

There was judgement in her eyes- something he couldn't blame her for.

The hell sort of crap had they been feeing her? It tasted awful. No wonder she wouldn't eat it.

Sighing, Levi shoved the bowl full of food-that-must-not-be-named away. He lifted Kutchel into his arms.

His brat pouted slightly, her small arms wrapping around his neck. Poor kid was hungry, as evidenced by her discontent expression.

Levi smiled at her lightly, tucking her head into he crook of his neck.

'Sorry Kutchel-let's go to the bakery and get some pastries. And when we get back, I'll even mix some chocolate in your milk. Just don't tell your mother okay.'

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A/N: Heyooo. Just randomly thought of Levi being a dad and this came to mind. These are actually only some of the moments I thought of, I have plenty more in mind. Maybe I'll write those out too. Hope y'all enjoyed this! ❇️

[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

The Perfect Night | Charlie Gillespie

Requested by anon: Can you please write a fanfic with Charlie Gillespie x reader where you're taking him with you as a plus one to your high school reunion because you don't have anyone to go with but then they realise they really like each other

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Female!Reader

Warnings: a few curse words like bitch, fluff 

Words: 2,622

High school wasn’t your favorite. All the bullies and the stress to fit in. Everyone laughing at you because you were the nerd with all the stories piled up on your computer and the fantasy of a child in your head. You’d thought you left all of that behind. But then came the reunion. You’ve only graduated five years ago from high school and only last year from college. Though you had an amazing job as screenwriter and some really great friends, you didn’t have a date to bring to that reunion, and you knew all those people would pick on you for old time’s sake because you didn’t have a date. “Hey, you okay? You seem stressed,” Charlie’s voice shakes you awake from your anxious thoughts about the reunion. You look up at him and offer him a nervous smile. Charlie Gillespie is your co-worker, and along with the rest of the Julie and The Phantoms team, one of your newest friends. Yes, you were on the writing team for Julie and The Phantoms, and you had just finished a table read for season 2. “Yeah, I just—there’s this high school reunion tonight and I really don’t want to go.” “Not a fan of high school?” he asks as he falls into step with you, the two of you walking out of the building. “Not at all…” he gives you a curious look, “Eh, they used to bully me because I was a writer and spent my time writing books instead of going out to parties or spending time with friends,” you give him the synopsis. Charlie doesn’t need to know about the nights you spend crying in your room or going to your therapist. You were close, just not that close. Besides, you’d rather forget about your past. “And now you’re a part of the writers’ team on a popular Netflix show?” he tries with a smile, but you just give him an unimpressed look. “Come on, Y/N! This is an opportunity to show them what you made of yourself! Brag a bit about how amazing a job you have!” You shrug, still not convinced. “I just don’t want to face them alone…” you mumble, staring at your moving feet when suddenly a thought pops into your head and you stop in your tracks, looking up at him. “Do you want to be my plus one?” He halts too, raising his eyebrows at you. “Nope, you’re right, that’s stupid!” You start walking again, Charlie following your example. “No. No, it’s not stupid. I just didn’t think you’d ask me?” “You’re one of my best friends here, Charlie. It’s just logical.” He smiles at that. He really has become your best friend since meeting him a couple months ago. “Okay! So, am I playing your boyfriend? Husband? Just a best friend?” You furrow your eyebrows at him, glaring at him questionably. “We could make something fun out of this, Y/N!” He’s almost bouncing off the walls with excitement. That’s the Charlie you know and love. “Okay… Uhm, let’s pretend you’re my boyfriend. I bet they wouldn’t expect the antisocial nerd to have a boyfriend.” The giggle that comes out of his mouth is too adorable to handle. “How did we meet?” he asks, making sure you got the story straight. “Uhm, here?” you suggest. He rolls his eyes at the obvious answer but goes with it. “Okay! Uhm, let’s – let’s say I fell for you when you bossily told me how I should say a line in the dialogue you wrote?” You nod your head slowly. That sounds kind of cute. “What was our first date?” “Uhm, I don’t know? Movie and dinner?” He scrunches his nose, shaking his head. “No, girl… Charlie Gillespie doesn’t do basic dates!” You chuckle at this, stopping in the hallway of the building to check out. “You like hiking, right?” You nod your head, signing your name on the paper at the front desk. “I took you on a hike on the Eagle Bluffs trail in Vancouver and we had a romantic picnic on the mountain with a gorgeous view over the Cabin Lake.” You nearly melt away at the thought of him taking you on a date like that. “That’s a cute date,” you tell him, impressed, and trying not to show what it’s really doing to you. “And I kissed you on that mountain top.” He raises an eyebrow as an amused smirk pulls at his lips. “No one at my school would ever think I’d be the one to take that step.” “And our first ‘I love you’s were accidental slip ups at work!” He sounds way too excited and he’s getting way too into this. “Like, I’d accidentally completely mess up the punch-line of the joke you wrote, and you’d get annoyed and angry, and then I accidentally said “Okay, sorry, thank you, I love you”.” You giggle at his ideas as the both of you exit the building together. “Anything else we need to discuss?” you ask, grabbing your car key. “Don’t think so…” he trails off, really mulling it over. “Oh! Is there a dress code?” “Yes! It’s formal,” you reply, hoping that wouldn’t be too much of trouble so last minute. He thinks about it for a moment, going through his own wardrobe in his mind. “What are you wearing?” he questions. “Not sure, a red dress, I think…” “You think?” “Yeah, I might change my mind if I don’t like it.” He nods his head understandingly. “What time does it start?” “Seven. It’s about fifteen minutes from my place.” “I’ll pick you up at twenty minutes before then,” he suggests. You nod your head in agreement, then say your goodbyes and go your separate ways. That night, Charlie’s eyes widen when you open the door in your red, tight-fitting bodycon dress with spaghetti straps. He’s not used to seeing you out of your comfy mom-jeans and T-shirts or sweaters. “Uh… Okay… First of all,” he gestures to your body, “Wow!” You laugh at him, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks. “Second of all… WOW!” “It’s not too much?” you ask, shyly. “No! No! Not at all! I’m very glad I get to play the boyfriend of a goddess like you.” “Oh, shut it, Charlie!” you slap his chest playfully before grabbing your clutch and leaving your apartment. “You look pretty wow yourself, by the way,” you say, approving of the suit he’s wearing. He bashfully smiles as you exit the building. He opens every door for you, like a true gentleman. You’re pretty sure no one has ever done that for you before. You always thought it would be so cliché, but it’s actually really nice. “Hey, how far are we going to go with PDA?” he asks when he gets in behind the wheel. “You know, holding hands and stuff…” You blush a little at the thought alone. Being single for so long almost made you forget that was a part of it too. “Uhm… Just improvise,” you shrug. “You’re the actor after all.” You go over the story again with Charlie, making sure neither of you will forget and give everything away. “You ready?” he asks as you’re standing in front of your high school. Terrible memories flood back inside your mind, sending shivers down your spine. As if on automatic, you grab Charlie’s bicep for support – both moral and physical. “Let’s do this.” The two of you walk inside the school and find the gym where they’re holding the five-year reunion. The music’s blasting, lights are flickering, and people are mingling, reminiscing over their high school memories. You already spot a few people you know, but much rather not talk to. “If you ever feel overwhelmed and want to leave, just tell me, and we’re out of here,” he whispers in your ear. You can’t help but smile at his words. A true gentleman.   “Thanks, Charlie,” you whisper back. He takes you straight to the bar where he gets you your favorite beverage. “How’d you know?” you ask when he hands it over. “You always order a G&T at the crew parties,” he tells you nonchalantly. “How attentive of you,” you compliment with an endeared smile plastered on your face. This man keeps surprising you with the smallest thing, and it’s the cutest thing you’d ever witnessed. It gives you the feeling of being seen and appreciated and respected. For the first time in your life. “Oh my God! Y/N!” you hear the shrill voice of Ella, one of your classmates from back in the day. One of the biggest bullies from your senior year. “You look amazing! How are you doing?!” she grabs the hand your not holding your drink with and presses a kiss to your cheek. “Hi, Ella…” you greet, putting the fakest smile you can muster on your face. “I’m good! How are you?” Charlie watches you to find any sign of uncomfortableness. “I’m good! You know, recently engaged.” She shows you her hand, which is decorated with the shiniest, biggest diamond ring you’d ever seen. “Oh, wow!” you glance at Charlie, “Look, babe, she’s engaged!” If he’s surprised by the sudden pet name, he doesn’t show it. “Congratulations, Bella!” You know he’s butchering that name on purpose, and you have to try your hardest to stifle a laugh. “You have a boyfriend?” Ella asks, clearly bitter over either him butchering her name or you, having such an attractive boyfriend. “There’s nothing on Facebook about that?” she chuckles awkwardly. Charlie wraps a protective arm around your waist, pulling you closer towards him. “Uhm… Yeah… We’re keeping it lowkey, you know?” you reply as convincingly as possible. “He’s an actor, so…” you trail off, hoping that would impress her. Ella’s demeanor changes all of a sudden. She goes from total bitch to flirty bitch. “Really?” She twirls a strand of hair around her finger. “Y/N?” Another voice chimes in, this one belongs to Addison, Ella’s bestie. “Hey, Addie…” you greet, clutching your glass really hard. Charlie can feel you tensing up beside him and starts rubbing circles on your hip. “Y/N has an actor boyfriend,” Ella informs her. Addison’s eyes widen as they dart from you to Charlie and back. “How’d you meet?” Addison questions, intrigued by this entire story. The two of you glance at each other, trying to determine who’s going to tell the story. “At work, actually,” you start. “I’m on the writers team of the show he plays in.” “Yeah! She bossily told me how to deliver the line she wrote, and I’ve been in love with her ever since.” He looks down at you with the most endeared smile on his face that makes you melt like ice cream in the sun. “Aw! That’s adorable!” Addison clutches her heart as if it’s about to burst out of her chest. “When did you fall in love with him, Y/N?” You glance at Charlie for some assistance or some inspiration. “When he suggested that instead of a boring movie and dinner date, we’d go hiking together. I just knew he was the one for me at that moment.” You’re not going to lie, Charlie taking you on a hiking date would totally make you fall in love with him. Ella’s and Addison’s noses scrunch up in disgust. “Also…” she adds, then leans in closer to the girls to whisper, “His arms! The boy has guns, I tell you!” The two girls gasp, scanning Charlie entirely from head-to-toe. He snickers, then pulls you closer again. “You did not fall in love with me for my arms,” he tells you, shaking his head with an amused look on his face. You look up at him, eyebrow raised. “I do see you every day with those muscle tees, babe. You really think I wouldn’t swoon for that?” You couldn’t lie. Charlie’s arms were killer. But obviously not the only thing that made him attractive. “If you don’t mind, ladies. I’m going to take my lady for some food,” he nods towards the other side of the gym where food is stalled out into a banquet. Addison and Ella bid their goodbyes, and the two of you make your way to the catering. “I hate them with a passion,” you grumble as you take a plate to fill with canapes. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as fake as them, and I’m an actor.” You giggle at his comment and reach for the mini-pizzas at the same time he does, your hands touch, making both of you freeze. “Sorry,” you both mumble, pulling away, flustered. “Hey, Y/N!” A voice you really didn’t want to hear sounds from behind me. “Kill me now,” you mumble, earning a worried look from Charlie. “Ex-boyfriend.” Charlie takes your plate from you and places it onto the table, leaving you a little confused. “Do you trust me?” he asks, hushed. “Yeah, wh—?” before you can finish your question, Charlie presses his lips to yours, pushing you gently against the wall behind you. You’re startled, at first, but then melt into the kiss as your stomach starts to do flips and turns. You didn’t realize until now that this is what you’ve wanted all along. You always wondered why your eyes always automatically darted to his lips. Now you know why. “Ooh! Get it, Y/N!” you hear your ex’s best friend shout. Nothing about high school has changed. Except now Charlie’s here. He pulls away and stares at you for a moment, equally as overwhelmed as you. “You want to get out of here?” he whispers. You simply nod your head, running your tongue across your bottom lip as though the taste of his lips is still there. Charlie grabs your hand and pulls you to the door of the gym. As you pass your ex and his friends, you offer them a wave of your slender fingers. For the first time in years, you feel powerful in this gym, like you can conquer the world. Charlie takes you into the hallway, and pushes you against the wall of lockers, kissing you again. You can’t help the smile tugging at your lips as your hands tug at his suit jacket. “I wanted to do that for so long,” he whispers when he pulls away for a second, pressing his forehead against yours and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “What do you mean?” you ask, keeping your voice down too. “You really think I made all of that up in there?” he chuckles. “I really did fall for you when you told me off about delivering that line wrong.” Your mouth drops open before your lips turn up into a surprised smile. “It was incredibly hot.” “And I do swoon every time I see you, by the way,” you admit for the first time to yourself. “And I would really love that first date you imagined for us.” “Good,” he replies, “Because I was going to ask you to go this weekend.” Your eyes widen, and Charlie notices a sparkle in them that he’s never seen before. “Thank you for tonight, Charlie,” you whisper, pushing a strand of hair from his forehead. He has that Patrick Swayze hair he had a couple of times in Season 1 of Julie and The Phantoms, the hairstyle you find way too attractive. “No, thank you.” He smiles down at you before connecting his lips to yours again in a deep, passionate kiss. Tonight, you not only conquered your dreadful past, but you also found the love of your life in your best friend. And you couldn’t possibly ask for more. This was a perfect night.

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[sibsteria]

valentines [spn cast and characters]

summary: how much do they care for it? what do they do?

warning: fluff, smut-ish, my frazzled single brain

Cast:

Misha Collins:

• he won't admit that he kinda loves it

• he'd definitely cooks

• but always gets distracted

• by you

• if you have kids, they are away that night

• the traditional dinner doesn't last long before you're both attached by the lips

• whatever alcohol is being consumed has a cute romantic twist

• you're up all night

• so many hugs

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Richard Speight Jr:

• he kind of cares for it

• like, a sweet gesture is as far as it goes

• a gift and a movie

• but also

• he so buys heart printed boxers to make you laugh

• and you do, you laugh so hard

• like, everything is so serious and going smoothly

• and his pants are off and just-

• absolute hilarity

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Sebastian Roche:

• it's more of a 'if you do, he does' situation

• you'd bake together

• even though he's awful at it

• everything comes out half decent and edible

• he just wants a chill day

• hardly any movement and you don't leave the house

• I repeat

• don't

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Rob Benedict:

• fucking cringy bitch, he likes it enough to make you blush all day

• writes a small song about you both

• obviously on an acoustic

• he recreates your first date because he's that guy

• meaningful gifts rather than expensive ones

• the affection king

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Mark Pellegrino:

• he doesn't care for it but will do anything to make you smile

• rolls his eyes at the cringy sexual jokes you aim at him

• but then he makes up for it by bringing them to life at the end of the evening

• y'all just kind of act like it's a normal day

• with more affection

• mostly from Frankie

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Alexander Calvert:

• thinks he has to impress you, so he tries

• definitely a flowers guy

• the kind to steal kisses at any given moment

• a romantic at heart, but he hides it well

• that evening though-

• the hottest sex you've had in your life

• he wears the necklace

• it's a cold opposite to the heat of the moment

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Felicia Day:

• when I say valentines, you say romance

• she's the queen of making you feel loved

• she can't pull herself off  away from you

• wine and her romantic spotify playlist

• you wear her t-shirt and nothing else, all day

• the sex? absolutely spectacular

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Mark Sheppard:

• he cares for it more than he'd like to

• but not enough to give you the satisfaction of a romantic dinner

• did someone say takeout? mark sheppard did

• you don't even care, just not being alone on valentine's is enough (yes I'm looking at you)

• bed ridden and pyjamas

• sweet hugs that last forever

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Ruth Connell:

• you try your hardest to refuse all the romance

• in no way is she going to let that happen

• chocolates, flowers, candles, dinner, music

• she doesn't waste time

• big softy

---

Characters:

Castiel:

• has no clue why there's heart shaped confections and objects everywhere

• asks Sam and Dean what's going on

• if you two aren't dating he will absolutely ask you to be his Valentine in a traditional way

• valentine's alcohol bottle? check

• sweet card? check

• innuendoes that make you choke on your spit? bingo

• if you are dating already he'll give you a bouquet of chocolate roses

• you'll get him a custom tie with everything he loves on

• pb&j, bees, dean

• he has no idea what is going on, but wants in

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Gabriel:

• to be frank, he doesn't give a shit, but loves you so-

• he will wear the moustache with or without your protests

• try every line in the book to bed you

• chocolate ! covered ! everything !

• -and that's just for him

• turns your room into a valentine's dungeon, hearts, banners, flowers (so many), everything is pink and red and- ugh

• you hate it but kind of love it

• and you love him for doing this without asking

• he will talk you into some food play with like, chocolate and whipped cream and shit

• you get it in your bellybutton and slap his head away before he can get it, wiping it off yourself

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Chuck:

• wants nothing to do with the 'holiday'

• you reassure him it's fine and that you don't care

• but your thoughts say different

• so he caves and writes you a poem

• it's the most beautiful thing you have ever heard

• man has a way with words

• and you have your way with him

• the one ability he can't give himself is the love he feels for you

• he hardly says it, but he doesn't have to

• because you know

• from the way he looks at you, treats you, talks to you

• it's so obvious

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Jack Kline:

• much like Cas, a discussion between him and the Winchester's gives him the knowledge he needs

• omg sweet baby is obsessed with Valentine's day

• he keeps handing you things, one after another throughout the day

• not everything is store bought

• 'I made this for you!' you fucking melt 'I saw it online and- I thought of you, I wanted to make it so I could make you happy'

• but you don't need things to make you happy

• he makes you happy

• and when he hears your thoughts say that he just-

• he almost cries, he hugs you tighter than anyone ever could

• 'you make me the happiest'

• he's just a big bundle of cuteness

---

Lucifer:

• just, no

• neither of you care

• you torment all the couples on dates, making things go wrong

• making them spill things on themselves

• the waiters 'slip' with their food

• a little more sinister ones like- making it look like their s/o is cheating

• and if you don't like that, he will stop

• deep down, it kind of is a date

• two people who love each other to the ends of earth, doing something that makes them happy

• he takes a break from rough fucking to make you feel adored

• even though you always feel adored

• because Lucifer himself, is taking up his time with you

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Balthazar:

• he asks you if you want to do anything and you say no

• he's so confused and sceptical

• he's lowkey kind of hurt that you don't want to spend romantic time with him, lowkey

• oh, if only he knew your plan

• you ask him if he wants to watch a movie

• he hops at the opportunity to do something with you and goes all out

• expensive wine, snacks, flowers, so many snacks

• he lets you pick

• he looks at you like your his world

• and then Titanic starts

• his soft grin drops and he rolls his eyes

• 'really?' 'really.'

• he doesn't really care though, he has you

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Crowley:

• tells everyone to fuck off so he can have time with you, completely alone

• he just wants to be loved, and so you do that exactly

• you muster up all your romantic stops, and bam-

• you pester your angel friend to help set up décor and snap up some things

• he has no idea until he actually sees it for himself

• he wants to cry, but uses everything in himself not to

• no one has ever done anything like this for him

• he know your special, and he knows he can't let you go

• that night, if you don't already have it, he offers you immortality

• to be with him forever

• you'd be the queen of hell for eternity

• you instantly say yes with no hesitation

• he is taken back by your acceptance

• but in a heart melting way

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Charlie Bradbury:

• she loves it when she has you to spend it with

• you send each other valentines card memes throughout the day

• fancy takeout with candles and music

• bathing together because intimacy

• you but new lingerie

• so does she

• 'love that colour on you' you make her blush so much

• she likes to think she hold the reigns in the relationship

• she is so wrong

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Rowena MacLeod:

• like, no

• she'll kiss you like her life depends on it but

• not much goes on

• you might treat each other to a stamina spell so you can really stay up all night

[doortotomorrow]

Wives of Arkadia : A Spacekru Sisters AU / Shopping Spree : As a private investigator, Echo’s ability to track people is second to none, always managing to clock her target and bring them into the court house to stand trial, but even with her keen sense it was almost impossible to keep tabs on the ever elusive Emori Murphy these days. Finding a day to just chill or do something fun together in both their schedules was like trying to find a contact lens in a pool, but finally, they landed on a blank Friday on the calendar. Emori, wanting to spoil her, took Echo into Polis on a trip to the mall after getting off at work, splurging on things for Echo and Raven’s upcoming honeymoon in Rome. 

At first, Echo was decidedly against Emori opening up her wallet for her sake, but Emori completely insisted, reassuring her sister it would barely put a dent in her debit card. Echo relented, giving Emori free reign as they passed through shop after shop, buying whatever their hearts desired until they tired and needed to recuperate in the food court. 

“It always throws me off whenever I see you in your power suit, Emori. You look damn near unrecognizable,” Echo looks over her shoulder at Emori, stocking up on bottled water, and earns a laugh from Emori in the process when she sees Echo wearing her new accessories fresh out of the bag with the tags still on.

“Well, I gotta look the part, y’know. Half the battle is in the presentation,” Emori explains, tearing a chicken tender in half, dipping it into her favourite spicy chipotle sauce and pops it into her mouth, savoring the immediate heat and the subsequent afterburn on her tongue. 

“What’s got you so busy these days because Raven and I barely see you. After our wedding, you just dropped off the grid.”

“My firm’s helping an up and coming tech company that’s trying to compete with Franko’s Infinity Corporation, meaning I’m having to log in a lot of hours at the office. There’s big money involved and it’s putting so much pressure on my team, but we’re resilient and know when to strike the hardest. I’m not gonna let Becca intimidate us whatsoever,” Emori takes a sip of her Sprite, displaying an air of confidence that was truly enviable. 

“Speaking of big money, how’s life living with the elite in Sanctum Hills? I still can’t believe I know someone who lives there,” Echo plants herself across from Emori, settling back into her spot.

“It’s a sort of monkey’s paw kinda situation. Yeah, John and I are living in luxury with a near limitless amount of cash, but at the same time, it’s so competitive and petty over there. There’s this one heinous bitch named Josie who won’t stop ogling and flirting with my husband at the monthly potlucks she insists everyone take part in. She keeps using keywords like ‘upgrading’ around him, implying he should get a divorce, and it makes my skin crawl. Honestly, it makes me miss the days when we used to live in the roughest parts of Polis. At least when you lived there people were upfront about hating your guts. However, the price for admission is more than worth it and I can’t complain too much because I have a big fuckin’ mansion with a big fuckin’ pool and a big fuckin’ yacht.”

“Now THERE’S the bad bitch I met in college! You earned that castle of yours!” Echo throws her her back laughing, making the fries in her hand bounce from side to side, and Emori breaks out into a full on grin. 

“I am so tempted to smuggle myself into your suitcase when you leave because I’m in desperate need of a vacation after this project is done and dusted. All that’s left is the final preparations and we can submit it...so close and yet so far,” Emori vents away to a responsive Echo, allowing her sister the chance to say her piece.

Time passes by, and eventually Emori drives Echo back to her and Raven’s place, saying a quick hello to Raven before heading back home. 

“How was the shopping trip? Emori spoil you rotten as usual?” Raven presses a quick kiss on Echo’s lips and helps her bring in her bags into their house, Echo wrapping her arm around Raven’s waist as they enter.

“I tried telling her not to, but she doubled down, so I couldn’t say no. Emori’s super cute that way.”

The moment they finish packing all of Echo’s new things away, Raven and Echo settle onto their couch, continuing talking about this, that, and so many other things, although constantly circling back to their honeymoon.

“So, think we’re all prepared for Rome now, Mrs. Reyes?” Raven asks, kissing the back of Echo’s hand, peering up into her warm, honey brown eyes, getting soothed by the sound of her wife’s heartbeat. 

“You should be asking if Rome is ready for us.”

[cherryyharryy]

request: (only if you'd like to continue it or maybe in a different universe) bf!h realizing he likes the mc more than friends, while they're talking one day at her work and he can't registered what she's saying because he's thinking about her, I know you said fluff wasn't your forte but I really love your way of describing situations

I ADORED Grammy best friend Harry! It was my request, I'm so happy you wrote it!

Thank you for requesting this! I’m starting to like these two haha

Continuation from this blurb.

WC: 1.3K

“Will that be all?” You tuck your pad and pencil into your apron as soon as a family of three nods, scurrying to the back to place their orders.

Your pants cling to your legs from the pitcher of tea spilt on you an hour ago. It’s not the first time you’ve had a beverage as part of your outfit, but today is not the day. Two waitresses never showed up and no one tips well, ever. One of the cooks keeps crying and no one’s asked him why, and soon it’ll be you trying to help pick up the pieces of his life. The manager doesn’t like the way you set drinks down. A woman tried to bring her dog in because it’s her birthday. There’s a baby, somewhere, screaming, and you are never going to have kids. Ever. Not that kids are an option with how pathetic people tip.

You check the time and give yourself three minutes of salvation, throwing the bathroom door open and hiking your leg up under the hand dryer. It burns, and for a second you worry your jeans will catch fire, but surely that would be too much, even for a day like today.

“What the hell are you doing?”

You drop your leg and spin around, smoothing out your apron. “I’m just trying to dry off a bit. This guy knocked an entire pitcher—

“I don’t care if he poured soup all over your head. This is not your break. Get back out there.”

You can feel the resentment Savannah has for her entire existence oozing off of her as you rush past, holding your breath until your ears are filled with all things work. 

She’s just mad she would never be able to get her leg up that high.

“Table nine.” 

You take the command and glide through your routine: snatching a menu off the cart and waltzing through the restaurant like you own the place, smiling at people like you care, wetting your lips to recite whatever the fucking special is today.

“Good evening, I’m—”

“Exhausted?”

All the tension you’ve been storing up for the night deflates. “What are you doing here?’

“Well hello to you too.” Harry fiddles with his rings, but it’s nothing to admire. You are at work. “Long day?”

Fuck Savannah. Fuck sticky pants. Fuck the fucking tips.

You slide into the booth across from Harry, back towards the corner. “Never ending.”

“Thought I’d drop by.” He shrugs and slips the menu from your hand.

“Has no one said anything to you?”

“Look,” he nods out to the floor, “sea of gray.”

He’s right, most of the customers are pushing eighty tonight, more concerned with getting home by seven than the celebrity drumming his rings on the table in the back.

“What happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“You look like you’re about to cry.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes you do.”

You bite your lip, because not crying at work is unspoken rule number one. Do. Not. Cry.

“Today’s just been shit. I hate everyone, I might get fired for the fucking wobbly glasses we use, Savannah’s a bitch and the cook is allowed to cry all he wants because no one even sees him. I don’t even know his name.” You take in a breath. He didn’t ask for all the details but you’ve got to release some steam or else you won’t make it to the end of your shift without exploding. “And then my jeans are gross and a kid laughed at me because he thought I peed my pants. But it’s tea! And then there was this dog and then this morning I almost missed the bus and this night will never end. And then I get to wake up and do this all over tomorrow. I’m so sick of everything!”

He’s silent, and you wait for his stupid advice that only a rich person can offer, but the sentiment will hold you over until your shift ends.

“Are you listening?”

“Hm? What?”

You suck in a breath, counting to ten, ignoring the utter stupidity of your best friend. 

“Sorry, was just thinking.”

“Clearly. Thanks for stopping by.” You go to stand, but he moves faster and grabs your arm.

“No, don't go. M’sorry. I was just…”

“What?”

“I—I don’t know.” His face heats up, a heavy shade of red growing up his neck and onto his face, ears like tomatoes. “I just missed you.”

“I’m right here.”

“But I haven’t seen you...in like a week. A whole week.”

“Do you want your boa back?”

“Fuck, no y/n,” he shakes his head and looks away, toying with his lip, “I want to spend more time with you. I want you to...I just want you!” He scrunches down after his outburst, lowering his voice to a whisper, “Not much. Just your complete, undivided attention, twenty-four seven.”

You stare at him, no longer aware of your wet jeans or the pain in your neck. “Wait, like, like…”

“Yes. Like that. Like, you should tell Savannah or whoever that you’re sick so we can leave.” His eyes widen. “I mean only if you want to!”

“Just leave?”

“With me. Yes. Really, you should just quit. You're a sucky employee, I mean look at you, sitting here talking to me. And this place is shit. Why do you think I never come here?”

“Hey!”

“You hate this job.”

“I don’t have a choice now do I?”

“You could work for me?”

“Doing what?”

“I don’t know, I’ll pay you for something.”

“Oh yeah, that’s not sketchy sounding at all.” You roll your eyes, reminding yourself to not indulge in his weird fantasy. 

“What about going back to school?”

“Your lack of awareness, of how all of the regular people live, is no longer funny.”

“I can pay—”

“If you offer to pay for one more thing I’m going right back to work.”

“Shit, y/n, I hate seeing you work yourself to death. Never getting to see you because you’re always working.”

“I do believe you’re the one that has the globetrotting job? At least I pick up the phone within a reasonable amount of time!”

“Okay, here we go about the phone again for fuck’s sake,” Harry rolls his eyes, pushing against the table so he’s slouched in the corner, “excuse me for being busy.”

“Well don’t pick on me for not being available.”

He huffs, tapping the wooden table, cinching his mouth to the corner of his face. “You know what this is?” When you shake your head, he leans forward and licks his lips. “We’re just fighting because subconsciously, we think flirting would be weird.”

“We’ve had sex.”

“That’s different.”

“So...this is us...flirting?”

“Basically.”

“Insulting each other?”

“Pretty much.”

“You like that?”

“I’m still here, aren’t I? Go ahead, call me a name. Go on.”

You huff, trying your hardest not to smile, but it’s no use. “You’re acting like a complete psycho right now.”

“Great! See? That was hot.”

“Harry you’re insane.”

“Stop, darling, we’re in public.”

“Y/n?” At the sound of Savannah’s voice, you scramble out of the booth. “Are you asking to be fired? Get back to work.”

“I was just taking an order.”

Savannah rolls her eyes. “Looked like it.” 

Once she walks away you turn back to Harry. “You’re getting me in trouble!”

“That’s all you babe.” He picks the menu up and scans his eyes over it. “Can I have spaghetti?”

“Are you serious right now?”

“I’ll stay until your shift’s over.” He sounds like he’s pleading, or like he’s doing you a favor.

You reach for the menu, but he tugs it back towards himself, bringing you along with it to kiss your forehead. 

“Harry.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Harry…”

“I want my boa back.”

[londonrih]

Can you write what happened with jonah but tim is hen and Lucy is chimney

Thank you !

{Okay, here goes nothing}

Jonah stood next to Lucy, who was lying on the dark wooden table, she was connected to all sorts of machines, a defibrillator included. She was unconscious but the Holter monitor was beeping continuously.

He sneered as he looked over Lucy's body, as his arm rested against the defibrillator.

"Jonah," Tim said shakily, "You don't have to do this. Your beef is with me, so please...let Lucy go."

Jonah's blue eyes widened as he nodded, "Okay, I'll let her go."

Tim thought that Jonah would just give up from "Let Lucy go," but sadly, he wanted to make it even more complicated for both Tim and Lucy. Jonah wanted Tim to watch Lucy suffer.

He grabbed a needle from his pocket, who knows what it was filled with.

"What're you doing?" He asked, "I asked you to let her go."

Jonah connected the needle to the wires that were injected into Lucy, he looked at Tim one last time before pressing down on the thumb rest.

"No, don't do that!" Tim called out, trying to break loose from the chair he was handcuffed to, "Jonah, please!"

The machines started to go off as Lucy flatlined, tears filled in his eyes as he saw her on that very table.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Jonah chuckled, "I thought you meant like 'let go' let go. Let's bring her back, shall we?"

That son of a bitch knew exactly what Tim meant, but of course, Jonah wanted to play 'God', Jonah wants to be the center of attention and he loves being the hero, all because of his weak ass chest compressions that he did when he was only in the 6th grade. He let ego get into his brain, he didn't want to become a medic for the right reasons, to save people, no, he only did it just to make himself feel good.

Tim tried his hardest to break out of the chair, he wanted to rip Jonah to shreds as soon as he found a way out, as soon as he found a way to save Lucy just in time.

Jonah whipped out paddles and placed them right on Lucy's chest, he glanced at Tim with one more smile. He saw the fire, that Tim had in his eyes, but he just wanted to enjoy them both suffering one last time.

"Bring her back, dammit!"

"Okay, okay!" Jonah said, "Patience, Tim."

After trying, Jonah wasn't able to bring Lucy back, "I've got nothing, sorry!"

"Jonah, I'm not playing with you, bring her back dammit!" He yelled as tears fell from his eyes.

"Calm down, Tim. There's always a second chance."

He placed the paddle on Lucy's chest again, and this time, he successfully brought her back. He placed two fingers on Lucy's neck, "Looks like we have a pulse!"

Jonah pushed Lucy's legs to the side, making room for himself on the table, "Well, that was fun!"

"Get the hell out of my face."

He chuckled, "Woah! Someone's mad. This was me simply proving to you, and to miss Chen over here that I'm a hero!"

"But you're not a hero, Jonah!" Tim protested, "Maybe once when you were eleven, but you're an adult now. The press doesn't care about you anymore. They report on real heroes, people who actually care about people, people who don't murder their patients just to bring them back to life and show off. You're not a hero...You're a murderer."

Jonah slowly stood from the table, "I'm not! I'm not a murderer! Take it back."

Lucy's hand slipped from the strap that pinned her again on the table. She disconnected the wire that monitors her heart rate.

"If you're such a hero.... then why isn't Lucy breathing, huh?" Tim asked, trying to speak over the machine that was currently going off.

Jonah rushed away from Tim and over to Lucy. He didn't even notice Lucy's hand that was on the paddle. She pressed the paddle against Jonah's chest, sending a shock throughout his body, making him collapse onto the hardwood floor.

Lucy unstrapped herself from the table, and she disconnected the wires. She tried to sit up by grabbing the Medline that was next to her to pull herself up.

"Take it easy, Luce," Tim whispered as he sadly had to watch her struggle.

She grunted as she rolled over on the table, making her end up on the floor.

"Are you okay?" Tim asked as he watched her crawl to him.

"I've been...way better." She said, taking the handcuffs off his wrists.

They both inhaled and exhaled deeply, Tim grabbed Lucy's arms to help her sit up. "Good idea with the defibrillator, you saved us, Luce"

"I'd say it was a team effort," She looked up into his eyes with a small smile, as she tried to catch her breath.

Finally, when they made it outside, Lucy was on a stretcher, with Tim right by her side.

"Lucy, I'm so sorry that you had to go through this with me. I just wanted to catch Jonah. I didn't want him harming anyone else, and I fucked up, and he harmed you, instead of me."

Her fingers interlocked with his, "Tim, I need you to be a little closer to me so that you can listen to me clearly."

He leaned closer to her, Lucy started to open her mouth, but instead, she kissed him on the cheek, "Don't beat yourself up about this, Tim. You wanted to do the right thing, and Jonah somehow found out, but he's behind bars now. He won't be able to harm a single human being ever again. I know how much you care about me, and how overprotective you are of me but -- I can assure you, Tim, I can handle myself just fine."

[merci-bitch]

My Sweet Little One part II

Rose The Hat x fem!reader

Warning(s): swearing, slight abuse, PDA? 

Words: 2,5k

A/N: It has been quite a while. Hasn’t it? Haha. Well there might be a part 3 to this. It’s not as long as the first part which is 8k, and I have no idea how to make links so sadly I can’t link it here. ;/ . Hopefully there will more stories coming soon!

I made Y/N mine, alright. And everyone knew it, for sure. The next night she laid in my bed, I made her scream my name until her vocal chords were raw and made sweat crack across her place physiognomy.

No one could have her body the way I do, specially that loathsome rube. But he doesn't matter now.' I told myself. Though I wanted to make him pay. Rip his heart out and eat it on a silver platter after making him after making him suffer. Who the hell does he think he is? Laying his hands on my Y/n. They might both be steamy but he should see me. Oh yes, I am a cathedral compared to his small amount of steam.

"Rosie?" Y/n's voice pulled me out of my self induced trance. "Yes love?" I hummed. "You were zoning off again. Is something the matter?" I loved hearing the sweetness in her voice. It was like music to my ears.

"No darling, I'm quite alright." I smiled and placed my lips against hers and gave her a soft kiss. 'If only she knew though.' I thought to myself but shoved that aside for the moment. I could feel her soft hands gently caressing my bare skin and moved closer to her. Normally I preferred being the big spoon but on this moment, I didn't quite mind. She was home now and has been for quite a few weeks but still, I missed her.

"You're sure?" I nodded and ran my hands through Y/n's hair. "You're so pretty. You know that right?" She nodded and I smirked. "There is no one quite like you." Y/n's cheeks flushed cherry red and I chuckled. "No shame, darling. I only speak the truth."

"I know." She gave me a small smile that made me swell up inside. "Have you thought about my offer?" Y/n let out a sigh and I sat up. "I have but-"

"But what?" I tried my hardest not to sound angry. "When you stabbed me before, you told me it was for steam?" I nodded cordially. "Is that...what you guys eat?"

"Does it matter?" I expected to have her argue with me a little bit but surprisingly she didn't. Which I was thankful for. I took Y/n's hands gently in my own and kissed them. "Look, I know it's hard for you to wrap your head around but their pain is our gain. Don't you want to have a life with me? Unconditional bliss?"

She looked down as she slowly sat up and started fumbling with her hands. I wanted to say things, but I didn't want her to run away again. I didn't want to lose her again. She was mine, and only mine.

—— You don't know what it's like, not knowing who you are. To have lived in the shadows and to have travelled this far. Now I've seen a flashes of fire and echos of screams. But I still have faith, faith that someday my memories will come back.

In my dreams, it's all real. And my heart has so much to reveal. And my dreams seems to say, 'don't be afraid to go on, don't give up hope, come what may.' I know it will all come back! One day!

In my dreams shadows call. There's a light at the end a hall. Then my dreams fade away, but I know it will all come back one day. I just remember, rain against the windows. Sheets upon a bed. Terrifying nurses whispering overhead.

It was all strange. Rose, everyone. They say I was found on the side of the road. It had recently rained. In the darkness and cold with the wind in the trees. A girl with no name, and no memories but these above. I don't know a thing before that. Traveling the back roads, sleeping in the wood. I was always taking what I needed, working when I could. Keeping up my courage, foolish as it seems.

In my dreams I've always dreamed of a city. I dream of a city beyond all compare. Is it Paris? Paris... A beautiful river, a bridge by a scare and I hear a simple voice whisper, 'I'll meet you right there in Paris.' Paris.

Dancing bears, painted wings. Things I almost remember, and a song someone sings. It's almost December. Once upon a December. Someone holds me safe and warm. Horses prance through a silver storm. Figures dancing gracefully and across my memory.

Far away, long ago. Glowing dim as an ember and things my heart used to know and things it yearns to remember. And a song someone used to sing.

Heart don't fail me now and courage don't desert me. Don't turn back now that we're here. People have always said, life is full of choices and they aren't wrong but they never mentioned fear. Or how the world can seem so vast. On a simple journey to the past.

Somewhere down this road. I know someone true is waiting. Years of dreams just can't be wrong! Someone's arms will open wide and I'll be safe and wanted. Finally a place where I belong. Well, starting now I'm learning fast! On my journey to my past.

Home, love and family. There has to be a time where I had them too. I wouldn't be complete until I find you. But always one step at a time. One hope, then another. Who knows where this road may go? I wanna go back to who I was. On to find my future. There are things my heart still needs to know. Yes! Let this be some kind of sign and let this road be mine. Let it lead me to my past, and bring me home. At last!

—

"So, when the fuck was you gonna tell me."

"Hm? Tell you what my dear."

"Cut the sweet act Rose."

"What's wrong with you? Did they tease you again? You want tea?"

"Oh fuck you."

"Watch it."

"Watch it?! You have some fucking nerve Rose."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. The fuck did you think was gonna happen?"

"Seriously, what do you mean Y/N."

"Did you think I was gonna forget your words? Think I was gonna forget how useless and worthless you called me?"

"Y/N, I-"

"Shut it. I know exactly what you said, I'm not stupid or will I ever fall for some cover up you're calling this. I was happy without you!"

"You would never survive without me!"

"I did perfectly well for 10 fucking years Rose!"

"You call that happy?! With that Danny? You call that happy Y/N?"

"He loved me! He took care of me! More then you'd ever done, he took me for what I was. He picked up the pieces you broke."

"You better watch it. I don't mind killing you myself."

"See, this is exactly where you and I are different. I spend years not fitting in but thinking it was fine. Cause you were 'there' and cuddled me. Did you ever really love me? Cause you're blaming me for everything here, when it actually was you who fucked it up."

"I fucked it up?! You were the one who was so fucking ungrateful!"

"Ungrateful?! I have a fucking soul!"

"No, you don't! Cause you fucking sold it to the devil. You're not human. We turned you Y/N!"

"Excuse me what?"

"What?"

"No, don't change subject. What did you say?"

"Nothing."

"Did you fucking turn me without me saying you could?! Rose what the fuck!"

"What, you're mine. Just had to claim you. You'll be fine."

"Fine?! I don't wanna feed of dead kids Rosie!"

"They're actually quite delicious."

"You're fucking sick."

"Didn't stop you from fucking me."

"I didn't really have a choice."

"I didn't fucking rape you."

"Nah, it felt like it."

"You screamed my name out of pleasure."

"How come you were so sure of that?"

"I saw it, I saw your mind."

"What if that was just for play?"

"Oh, fuck you."

"I'd kill you if you tried."

"Oh, sweetheart. I'd like to see you try."

"Come at me."

"You can't be serious."

"Come kill me Rose."

"No."

"Coward."

"You're a bitch. A fucking bitch."

"Yet you put up with me for years. Took me back in when I was vulnerable. Loved me, well. Kind of. You held me close to you. Favorited me. So technically, I was your bitch."

"Exactly. You're my bitch."

"I was, not anymore."

"You'll always be my bitch. You're so weak for me, nothing will change that."

"Rose-"

"Begging already? Hm. Get on your knees."

"What?"

"Now!"

"Never."

"Get on your fucking knees before I make you."

"Make me then."

"You're playing with fire Y/N. I fucking hate you."

"Yeah, yeah. We've all heard that. How about something new?"

Before I knew it, her hand was wrapped around my throat. Holding me up in the air. Not a single piece of happiness or softness in her eyes. It was just dark. Her whole face was filled with anger. The veins in her throat showed as she strained. Her jaw clenched. Her hand squeezing harder around my throat. More and more air was ripped from my throat.

"You'll learn your fucking place. You disgraceful little piece of shit."

Her fingernails started to dig into the skin of my neck and my vision started to blacken out. Clawing at her hand. Choking on whatever air that was left in my lungs.

"R-Rosie-"

"Hm? Can't really hear you, my dear."

Her hand tightened even more and I felt my limbs go lump. Everything going dark.

-

"I don't know Abra. She's been gone for so long. She was missing when I came back from the bathroom at the cinema. You haven't seen anything?"

"No, I've been trying. It's like Rose is cutting her off from us."

"I just hope she's alright. She doesn't deserve all this."

"I know, but we'll find her."

—

"Sweetheart? Hey, wake up."

I felt someone slap my cheek. Groaning in pain, moving my head away. Slowly opening my eyes.

"Rose?"

"Yes, I'm right here."

"What happened?"

"My dear child, you passed out. You had a nightmare from sleeping and got up and started crying. Then you just dropped."

"Really? I don't remember."

"Oh, don't worry. I've got you."

Rose put her arms around me and pulled the covers over us, giving my forehead a kiss. I couldn't put my thought to it. Was that really what happened? I shook my head and snuggles close to Rose. Breathing in her scent. Relaxing. Smiling softly and looking up at her.

"What? What are you smiling about."

"Nothing."

"Come on, I can see there's something."

"I just -"

"Yes?"

"I love you, Rosie."

"I love you too Y/N."

—

"Rose? Is this really how it has to go?"

"Yes, my dear. Now come on. Stab her."

"I-I don't know, it's just a child."

"What have I told you before?"

"I-, their pain, our gain."

"That's it. Now come, feed your family."

Rose's hands were on my waist, her nose brushing against the back of my neck. I slowly raised the knife in the air. Feeling a sort of deja vu. Had I done this before? I couldn't have. Despite the child's cries, pleas and begging Rose was right. Their pain was our gain. I had to do this to feed the family. The true knot was my family.

Muttering a soft 'sorry' before stabbing the child. Stabbing it over and over again. Hearing both Rose's and Crow's laughter behind me. I felt angry for some reason, the child in front of me was the beat for my anger. The piece to take out all the unknown anger. Again and again. Until there was nothing left. Dropping the knife, shaking.

"You did so great, look at all that steam! Well last for weeks! If not even months. Good girl."

Rose gave me a wet kiss and stroked my cheek.

"Rosie?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Have I done this before?"

"What? Stabbing a child?"

"Yeah, I got like a deja vu."

"Well, haven't we all wished to kill children?"

Her carefree laughter filled the air. It didn't make any sense, but it had to.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Don't be so sad now, poppet. You did well."

"It just feels weird. I was a child too once."

"We all were. But now we are adults, we are the true knot. We live as more powerful then pathetic rubes. You said so yourself."

"I did?"

"Right you did."

"Oh, I can't remember much."

Rose stroked my cheek again and pulled me against her. Rubbing my back and watched the moonlight with me. It was silent. Was it nice? Was it confusing? Was it awkward?

"I just, this doesn't feel right."

"What do you mean?"

"It's like I've been walking, but with my face turned to the sun. This weight on my shoulders. And I feel as if I need to run. I do what I can to please you and the others, I just feel like an outsider."

"This is your home, can't you hear freedom calling? Calling you to stay. Don't you feel it in your bones? You belong here."

"In the morning before the sun starts shining, we gotta start moving again, can I drive with you?"

"Always."

—

"So I'm gonna stand up, and take my people with me. Together we are going to our brand new home. Far across the river. Do you hear freedom calling? Calling you to answer their prayer."

"That's what you got?"

"Yes, it was all I could find out."

"It's not really helpful."

"I know, I don't know what's going on. Before it was so easy to track her."

—

"I go to prepare a place for you."

Rose watched you sleep. She knew it wouldn't be long until your memories would come back. Her and Crow had been talking about what to do with you. She didn't want to kill you. She did love you, but if she had to she would kill you. You were steamy but she didn't know if it was that good. She had only tasted it once, but it was only little bit.

It had tasted like flowers. For some reason each time Rose would think about it. She would feel this, this heavy feeling in her chest. She didn't know what it was. It couldn't be guilt, could it? No. Of course not. Rose The Hat never had guilt. She was a strong a confident woman. Powerful. The queen bitch of castle hell.

Rose O'Hara knew guilt, knee pain and specially weakness. Rose The Hat could never dream of getting on her knees for anyone.

If she had to kill the one thing she loved. She fucking would.

[glitxhwayventeen]

We Might Be Dead By Tomorrow

Minghao: Chapter 2 (Mr. Brightside)

Characters: Minghao x female reader

Genre/Warnings: multi-member au (different scenarios), werewolf au, fantasy, smut, unprotected sex, mentions of voyeurism, mentions of exhibitionism, public sex, nudity ish, marking, mating, creampie, dirty talk, angst, fluff, blood and gore mentions (I’m not really good at being descriptive busy still, it’s there in this chapter and if you’re not up for it, please don’t reader), runaways, domestic violence, death mentions, violence. Any others will be put as warnings when future chapters are thought up/written.

Author’s Note: I recommend listening to Mr. Brightside by The Killers. It sets a good mood for this chapter I think.

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

Bold= Dialogue Italics= Thoughts

🥀 & 💋 & ☁️

We Might Be Dead By Tomorrow Master List

Chapter 2: Mr. Brightside

The pack decided that once morning came, they’d send out a group to investigate the screams you had heard last night. Low and behold, after breakfast was finished and everything was cleaned up, Seungcheol, Wonwoo, Jun, Mingyu, and you went out to see if you could find any remnants or answers on what had happened last night. Of course, Minghao fought for you to remain at the house and have him go in your place as he didn’t want you around any danger, but you insisted on going out with the others instead. You were the only one who really had any knowledge of or experience with Sirens. It just made the most sense. So he reluctantly agreed that it would be best for you to go, after some heavy convincing from his Alphas.

As you all sat out on your adventure, Mingyu was the one that lead the charge. He had the most reliable sense of smell compared to the rest of you and, as a single man, he would have a better chance at tracking the Sirens whereabouts than you would. After what seemed like hours of false leads and suspicious activity, you all finally stumbled upon something worth while.

“Ew. What is that?” Jun questioned aloud while covering his nose to try and mask the scent of death that met his nostrils as you approached the scene.

“I think the question is: WHO is that?” A disgusted Seungcheol stated, nearly vomiting from the sight in front of him.

You couldn’t blame either of them for their reactions. The picture in front of you was enough to churn even the hardest of criminals stomachs. On the forest floor, there was a dead body, though you couldn’t really even classify it as that anymore. It was a mess of blood, bone, meat, and skin that trailed on for about five feet around its center. Bits and pieces had gotten caught on the rocks and trees around. It’s smell was putrified as it had been sitting out in the middle of the night. It was so unrecognizable, the only reason you all figured out it was human was because of the scent. Animals and humans had different auras around their essence. Animals had more rustic scents to them while humans smelt more … fresh in nature to wolves. And whoever this was smelt more fresh than your average animal.

“Yep. This was definitely done by an angry sire boys.” you let out casually as you knelt down to examine the victim more in depth, holding your breath as much as you could so you didn’t have to inhale the scent of death anymore than you absolutely had to.

“How the fuck did some poor person end up as a piñata on the forest floor?” Wonwoo asked, still in quite a bit of shock at seeing a human so messed up. Wolves could get vicious, and they had all seen a lot of carnage in their time, but this took the fucking prize for most traumatizing corpse they had ever dealt with.

“Sirens use men to get pregnant. They know within minutes if it worked. And this mess here tells me this guy didn’t… satisfy her needs. So she killed him” you declared, bringing yourself to stand back up in an upright position, dusting your hands off once you were standing.

The boys were all honestly shocked that you remained so cool during the whole commotion. The thought of what happened even made Wonwoo wince, but not you. They were a bit taken back by your ability to deal with such a thing and not want to draw back in disgust.

“So he didn’t get her pregnant. Big whoop. For most girls, that’s the dream. Why does the bitch care so much about it?” Seungcheol responded to your last remark, attempting to bring back his usual cool exterior while crossing his arms over his chest.

“Sirens are like wolves in that department. Any wolf with a mate will tell you just how hard it is not to mate them to have kids. It’s a primal urge. Even humans feel it, just not as strong. But with Sirens, their goal is to continue spreading themselves around the world to wreak havoc.” You explained, using your knowledge of them to your advantage so you could tell the boys more about the dangerous creature you were dealing with.

“And when a human can’t give the siren a baby to continue it’s work, they eat the human they used to procreate. The result’s… pretty brutal as you can see” you added, gesturing to the mess around you.

“So this is for sure the work of one of those things? A siren?” Mingyu asked, clearly wanting to know whether or not he would be in danger as he was one of the few boys in the pack who always had to have sex, regardless of who it was with.

“Yeah. I’m pretty positive. Which means everyone needs a curfew now.” You huffed out, pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance at the thought of being stuck in the house all day again.

“Hey (Y/N), you said that these siren things really only go after single men yeah?” Jun inquired while dropping to his knees next to the pile of flesh beside him.

“Yeah. Single men are the easiest targets as they’re the ones most susceptible to their song. Most sirens, not all, but most used to be scorned women when they were mortals. They don’t usually want to put that fate on another woman, so they just find horny single guys. Why?” You responded to Jun’s question.

“Well…” he said as he picked something up off the ground and brought himself to his feet again, “I think this… pretty much proves that this thing doesn’t care if the dude’s taken or not.” He continued as he held something out for the rest of you to see.

It looked like the remains of a human hand. But there was a gold band wrapped around one of the fingers. Shit.

“That’s- that’s really REALLY not good.” You gulped as you took the hand from Jun and examined it yourself, praying that his first hypothesis was wrong.

“Why? It just means that she’s not picky, right?” Seungcheol let out a dry chuckle at his own shitty joke.

“No. It means that she was probably born a siren. If she’s able to seduce a man in love, she’s worse than a conjured siren. It means She’s half human. So she can walk around during the day looking like a normal human.” You shuddered out, worry now spreading throughout your whole body for everyone around you. This was bad. This was really REALLY bad.

-

“Hey baby!” Minghao exclaimed as he came and kissed your head, meeting you guys right outside the house just as you returned home.

“How’d it go? Find anything out?” He spoke as he quickly engulfed you in a hug, having been waiting by the door for your return the entire time you were gone.

Once he had caught up with you and had you in his arms, you suddenly burst into tears. You buried your face in his chest and sobbed uncontrollably, worrying Minghao a great deal. He looked to his brothers for answers as to what your sudden outburst could’ve been about but, all of them were just as shocked, they had all thought that you were fine after everything that had happened. So they saw no reason to panic as your coolness earlier showed them they could handle what was coming. But clearly, your currently state meant that something was very wrong and, regardless of how curious they were on what it could be, they knew you well enough to know that you just needed to be alone with your mate when you were like this. They knew he’d get to the bottom of it and come to them if it was anything important or concerning. Everyone bowed their heads towards Minghao and then quickly made their way toward the house.

You didn’t mean to start crying. You tried your best to hold it in. But you were absolutely fucking petrified on what could happen with the siren running around. You weren’t a protective Alpha like Seungcheol, you weren’t as level headed as Wonwoo, you weren’t as innocently curious as Jun, and you weren’t as optimistic as Mingyu. Seeing everything that happened to that married man and knowing everything that the siren could still do to the people you loved hurt you on deeper level that even you didn’t understand.

You held a solid face in front of the others earlier as you didn’t want them to see your pain or feel scared themselves. But Minghao always made you feel safe and loved and knew how to comfort you and he took all your bad thoughts away. So when you saw your mate’s face, you just lost it. You needed him. You didn’t care that the others saw, you could explain it all away to them later. You just needed your mate to hold you and tell you that everything was gonna be alright, even if it wasn’t.

“Baby, what’s wrong? What happened?” Minghao asked as he picked up your depressed form and walked with you into the forest, far enough away so that the pack couldn’t hear you.

“Hao- I- I’m so worried. The siren- she- she destroyed a man. He was just a puddle when she was done with him. We wouldn’t have even been able to see that he was human if we weren’t wolves.” You sniffled as you clung to his shirt for dear life.

“What if she- what if she does it to one of you? She- she can do it whenever she wants. She can hurt anyone anytime she wants. She can walk around during the day- she’s half human. She- she can hurt anyone. She can hurt you. I- I cant lose you Minghao. I- I just can’t” you choked into his chest as he sat down with you on his arms on the forest floor with his back against a tree.

“Baby, it’ll be okay. I won’t let her hurt the pack. You don’t need to worry about me. I’m all yours. Siren be damned.” He spoke softly as he kissed the top of your head.

“There- there was so much blood Hao” you whined as you looked up to his angelic face, watery eyes causing tears to stream down your face.

He subtly wiped the water off of your cheeks and held your chin with his index finger and thumb.

“I know. I’m sorry you had to see that my love. But it’s over now. I’ve got you.” He shushed you with a small kiss to the top of your nose.

“He was married. He was in love with someone and she- she still got him. I- I don’t want her to take you too” you whimpered out, he brought his hand up and cupped your face gently, stroking your salted cheek to help sooth your pain.

“She won’t take me baby. You’re the only girl I could ever want. You’re the only girl for me” he smiled at you, the adoration in his eyes evident. But you were still unconvinced.

“But… how- how do you know that?” You whispered as you look down at your hands, trying to focus on something else so your tears wouldn’t start up again.

“Because my love” he said, pushing some stray hairs that had fallen in front of your face behind your ear, “No one in this world could EVER give me what you can”

“And what’s that?” You mumbled. He quickly pushed your face up to look at him and connected your chapped lips to his plump ones.

His lips were beyond the softest thing that you had ever felt. You had kissed him before, but this was different, it was like he was trying to express everything he felt for you through one kiss. It was powerful and passionate. You responded immediately, grabbing the nape of his neck and pulling him deeper into the kiss.

He slid his tongue over your bottom lip, asking for access, which you swiftly gave him. Your tongues started fighting for dominance and, although both put up a good fight, it was Minghao who came out on top, as usual.

The kiss quickly escalated, ending with him lying you down on the ground and placing himself between your legs. His lips started traveling down your neck, leaving bright purple patches on your skin, before he stopped at your breasts.

He gave you a devilish smirk moments before he ripped the tank top that you were wearing in two. You gasped, using your arms to help cover your semi-exposed chest as a blush rose to your cheeks.

“Relax baby. It’s just me and you here. And I…” he said in a deep, almost inhuman voice while unhooking your bra, “want you just like this.”

Before you could react, he attached his lips to one of your perky nipples, rolling the other between his two fingers and groaning. The vibration sent shivers down your spine, making you lose touch with reality for a second. When you regained your senses, you grabbed his face and brought it up to yours to gain his attention.

“But we’re in the woods. You tore my shirt off. And I cant just be naked on the forest floor while you pound into me. My back’ll get all torn up. And what if someone comes and sees us fucking. What’s then?” you pouted at him before you pecked his rose petals lips.

His bottom lip protruded out before an idea struck him. He pulled his shirt off of his toned body and slid it on yours. It was obviously much bigger on your petite frame than it was on his, it came down to your mid thighs.

“There, now you’ll be protected from the ground and any gazing eyes and we’ll both get what we want” he smirked before he started unbuckling his belt.

You had to admit, after the day you had, you REALLY needed him. And the thought of him taking you right there out in the open had you wet within seconds.

You bit your lip in anticipation as he finally managed to pull his hardened member out of his constricting jeans. You never got sick of this part, wtching his dick smack back up to his stomach after being restrained for so long always made you giddy.

He grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times, smearing his pre-cum down the base to help lubricate himself. He pushed himself back down to kiss your lips one more time before he glided himself in your entrance, leaving you momentarily stunned.

You had had sex with him a few times before, but Fuck, you’d never get used to his length. He fit inside you like a glove, hitting all the right places with the perfect amount of pressure. Like he was made to fuck you stupid. You loved it.

He paused for a moment after bottoming out, wanting to give you a few seconds to adjust. You groaned out and, even though you were still feeling a dull pain from the sudden stretch, you lifted your hips to meet his, indicating that you wanted him to continue. He quickly got the hint and slowly started pulling himself back from your heat before he thrusted in at full force, making you wail out his name.

“Fuck. It hurt so good. Please go faster Hao. Please!” You moaned in a pleading voice while grabbing at his biceps and scrapping your nails down them.

“Whatever you say baby” he smiled to himself as he picked up his pace, placing his hands on the sides of your head for leverage. You let out a Yelp and a gasp before throwing your hand over your mouth so you wouldn’t get any louder, not wanting anyone to find you in such a compromising position.

He felt your walls tighten around him and he couldn’t help the growl that emitted from his chest. He lifted your leg and put it on his shoulder. Hitting deeper into you causing you to lose your breath.

He tilted his head down to look at you. Fuck. He loved how you clung to him while he pounded you. He loved the dirty little moans that passed your innocent lips as he pushed into you deeper. He loved how quickly you would get wet at the thought of him fucking you. But most importantly, he loved how your pure little face scrunched itself up in pleasure whenever he hit the right spot.

“God, you take me so well. It’s like your little cunt was made for me. So tight and warm. Who do you belong to baby huh?” He grunted out, gritting his teeth as he moved to kiss your neck, enhancing your pleasure by sucking at your sweet spot under your ear.

“I’m yours. I belong to you. Only you. Please, don’t stop. I’m so close” you whined, dragging your nails down his biceps so hard that it no doubt must have broken part of his skin.

Just as he hooked your other leg to his waist to add to your ecstasy, you heard a twig snap nearby. Minghao immediately darted his head up to look around, though he didn’t stop his pace.

“W-what is it?” You question, trying to form words even though you were close to your orgasm. Your walls starting to flutter around his dick, earning a groan from him.

“It’s just a dear baby. Don’t worry. Nobody can see me ruining you. Not that I would mind the boys seeing me take you like this” he said while thrusting as deep into you as he could. Your walls started to clamp down on him at the thought. He laughed slightly.

“Maybe then they’d finally get the hint that you’re mine. Maybe then they’d stop thinking about fucking you. Everyone would know you’re mine. Everyone would know this pussy is all mine.” he bit his lip before he grabbed your hair with one of his hands, jerking your head to look him directly in the eyes.

You were so close, you felt like screaming. And, almost as if he could read your mind, he stopped you by lightly squeezing your neck with his dominant hand. The lack of oxygen felt incredible and your eyes began to roll to the back of your head. Minghao was quick to take notice of your sudden increase of pleasure and decided to tease you.

“Do you like that baby? Do you want me to show everyone who owns you? Is that what gets you off? Or do you like the idea of them fucking you huh? Which is it?” He sneered out and tightened his grip on your neck a little more.

“Answer me baby. You know I don’t like being kept waiting” he stated, continuing to fuck into your heat like it was his sole purpose in life.

“Fuck- both. Both! Part of me wa-wants them to take turns fucking me. Part of me want-wants you to force them to watch you rail me. Both.” You scream out at his sudden roughness, knowing full well the ideas both make him hard too.

“What a naughty girl you are. Wanting to be their little slut and wanting to be claimed by me in front them. I should go fuck you in the living room right now to show them this cunt is mine. But…” he started in a sexy tone that seemed to be only half joking, his fangs elongated as he got closer to his release, “I think making you cum and marking you right out here in the open will do. For now”

He smirked as he took the hand that was wrapped around your thought and started to rub your clit, finally tipping you over the edge, making you see stars. He bit down on your neck and made your release ripple out in the most jaw dropping orgasm you’d ever had.

Soon after, Minghao came inside you, his hot cum painting your walls in the most delicious way possible. He pulled his teeth from your neck and ran his tongue over the wound to have it close up. He found your panties and shorts and slid them on your exhausted body before he laid down beside you.

“You’re- you’re not mad are you?” You wondered aloud in a small voice.

“Mad? Why would I be mad? You just let me mate and mark you out in the open. What could I possibly be mad at?” He chuckled out as he moved you to his chest.

“Because of what I said before I came…” you trailed off, drawing small invisible shapes on Minghao’s chest.

“No baby. I’m not mad. I think it’s kinda hot actually. But we can talk about that another time. The only thing that matters to me right now is that you’re okay. Are you feeling any better?” He asked, concern laced his tone as he rubbed your back with his large hand.

“I’m okay. It helped comfort me. I just hope that the siren doesn’t try and take you away from me.” You responded earnestly, snuggling further into his torso.

“Don’t worry. She won’t. I’m all yours” Minghao declared confidently.

“But… how can you be so sure? I know we love each other, but the siren can take anyone she wants.” You added, nervousness surrounding your tone.

“Relax baby. She won’t get me. It’s never gonna happen because I love you too much.” He stated positively before kissing the top of your head.

“When did you become Mr. Brightside?” You smiled up at him with playfulness glistening in your eyes.

“One of us has to be my love” he laughed out, “Now rest up for a minute. We’ll have to go back inside soon or they’ll send a search party. That is… unless you want them to know we fucked out here” he let out questionably with a mischievous grin.

“Hmm… Relaxing for a minute it is.” You say shyly as you nuzzle into his chest. God you loved him.

Another Author’s Note: Okay so smut chapters take a lot longer for me to write so so only wrote this one. But technically Mingyu’s went up after midnight so I actually wrote two today. Which isn’t awful… but I want to write more. I’ve just been sick. But I swear tomorrow I’ll read these two chapters for errors and as soon as I get better I’ll start writing more!

(Updated 8/22)

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

This is a request from @dashhoney25

Erik and his boo, London, make up for lost time. 😈

Warnings: LOTS of Smut, Rough sex, dirty talk. This shit...had me wet AF.

There are four levels of assassins: the novices, dilettantes, journeymen, and lastly masters. The masters, men with military or paramilitary backgrounds who travel to their contracts have few local ties that law enforcement can use. They excel at their craft, and operate quietly and without incident. In theory, the whispered meetings will be held in secret, the job will be executed with precision and grace, and no one will witness the escape. As a class one type assassin, Erik Killmonger was genetically enhanced in order to perform physical tasks much more efficiently than an average peak-human. To keep his skills in balance, Erik Killmonger practices his combat, shooting, assassination, and stealth skills whenever he is not on an assignment. He has over his life become a myth in the underworld due to his skills. Many doubt Erik Killmonger’s existence because of his skills in completing impossible assignments to the point that the FBI and CIA denies his existence…

Erik Killmonger spawned on a beach in Miami from his F470 Combat Rubber Raiding Craft at approximately 9:30 PM. He’s wearing a Roka wetsuit that provides luxurious comfort and no restrictions. The ocean waters emit a bright blue glow as the waves crashed and the tide came in because of tiny organisms called Lingulodinium polyedrum. With him, Erik Killmonger has on a pair of thermal imaging goggles resting on top of his tapered locs. Frontwards, Erik Killmonger spots two armed guards pacing in front of the architect-designed luxury beach home. Erik Killmonger tugged on the goggles, bringing them down over his onyx eyes. Both of them are carrying a GLOCK 19 and wearing crisp black suits and polished black dress shoes. One beefy man and the other looking about his weight and height. Good. 

Erik Killmonger has mastered the art of stealth, being able to terminate multiple enemies in the same area one at a time and sneak up on almost anybody and quietly neutralize them. Erik Killmonger also has an expert level understanding of the use of disguises in order to access unauthorized areas of a location. He needed the disguise of one of the guards to get inside of the home so he could grab what he needed for his Nightcall mission. Keeping low, his body hidden by the Lyme grass that sprouted from the beach, Erik Killmonger spots a pool on the left side. Moving quickly,  He walks inside the pool room and finds a tool box sitting on a surfboard table. Walking back out, he went around to the left side of the house until he saw the garage. Erik Killmonger uses the screwdriver that he picked out of the tool box to short-circuit the signal box, which will allow him to open up the garage door for access. He rounded a corner and parkour rolled, finding a good hiding spot. 

“Man, this is a bust...what exactly are we guarding?” The beefy guard with a Glasgow smile and a clean shaven head says before taking a quick puff from his cigarette. He spoke with an Australian accent from what Erik Killmonger could pick up while hiding behind a cherry-red sports car. 

“All I know is I’m getting paid,” The other guard that sounded like a Florida native says before turning to grab the cigarette from his partner's hand. He runs a hand through his jet black hair that reminded Erik of how greasers used to wear it back in the 50s. Blowing smoke towards the sky, he chokes up a bit. 

“Are these M-Marlboro golds?” He says between coughs and slight wheezes. 

“Yep, the only kind I smoke...looks like you can’t handle it though,” The beefy guard laughs tumultuously. 

“I’m more of a codeine guy,” The greaser says before handing the cigarette back to the other guard, “I prefer my prescription drugs.”

“That shit will have you on the floor, man.” 

Erik checked the time on his G-Shock Casio Camouflage watch. He didn’t bring a lot of tech with him since this job is supposed to be silent, quick, and precise. He couldn’t leave any traces of himself behind. For Erik, these types of jobs were always the hardest for him, that’s why he took another week to survey the area with his Dragon X12 U11 Drone late at night before accepting the Nightcall mission. The two guards kept talking nonsense, wasting a breath with every word when Erik Killmonger could be in the luxury beach home. He only had thirty minutes left. Since taking out both of them will bring too much attention, he decided to take them down one by one. 

“Hey...what was that?” The greaser says mid laugh. He shared a look with his partner before they both went stony-faced. He pulls out his GLOCK 19, checking the magazine for rounds before turning towards the garage, “I’ll be back, you know we aren’t really supposed to leave this post. If Alma asks, tell her I’m checking for a noise.” 

“Gotcha, just hurry back, you know that bitch will have something to say,” the beefy guard reminds him. 

With his gun pointed straight ahead with a two-handed grip and unwavering eyes, the greaser walks slowly past the cherry-red sports car, Erik Killmonger’s body no longer there. Making a left turn, heading towards the pool room, the greaser aims his gun left, right, behind, and in front of him. It was dark and anyone could be hiding behind the many shelves filled with storage bins and other miscellaneous items. Erik watched the greaser walk far enough into the pool room before stepping out from behind a cluttered storage cabinet. 

Erik Killmonger got really close behind the greaser without being detected, grabbing him around his throat by putting him in a choke hold, the crease of his arm between his bulging bicep, tricep, and flexor, squeezing with ease before he went limp in his arms. He dropped him, getting down on his knees to remove his suit and get dressed. Once he was fully clothed and looking like the other armed guards, Erik Killmonger places the GLOCK 19 in the suit jacket pocket before taking a calm yet treacherous stroll out to the other guard. 

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London’s eyelids fluttered open with a hassle around 3:18 AM, just five hours before she had to be to work. London is a Cyber Security Analyst for CSOC, a five-star rated computer security company in New York City, New York. The high and wide windows within the bedroom of her Penthouse gave her a nighttime view of the Midtown Manhattan skyline and at its feet is the whole geometry of Central Park. The high end silk bedding duvet cover set in black has perfect temperature-regulating properties that would usually help her sleep but with the absence of her man there was little to no chance for her to drift off again. London scoots over towards the edge of the left side of the upholstered platform bed in black to effectively turn on the side lamp. After rubbing her tired eyes, London grabs her phone to see if she had any missed calls or texts from him. Sure enough, the busy man himself sent her a text almost two hours ago. 

Erik: I just boarded my private jet, I’ll see you when you wake up baby girl. I’ll be right next to you. 

London and Erik have been exclusive for a little over a year. They met because Erik was a longtime client of CSOC and London would personally work for him whenever he needed it. She picked up on his flirtatious cues and the way his eyes blazed every time he looked at her. It was her round, sparkling topaz eyes with sweeping lashes; glowing honey skin; high cheekbones every time she smiled; glossy full lips; bouncy blunt cut copper hair; and trim frame with a plump backside. London didn’t expect anything to happen between them since Erik could be a bit emotionally closed off but he had a deep, and in the beginning, unexpressed admiration for London. He very rarely showed a liking towards anyone around him but for some reason, London changed that. Beneath his bad boy persona is a charming, mysterious, and intellectual man. London fell in love with him before she found out what he did for a living. Erik is an Assassin. Killing people as an occupation of course terror struck her in the beginning but she couldn’t leave him alone no matter how much her conscience tried to sway her. 

The beginning of their relationship...let’s just say it was nothing short of wild. Erik used to take London on big trips to places like Dubai, Japan, Colombia, and Saudi Arabia whenever he had work. That changed when Erik almost had a near death experience when trying to escape from a mission. He ended up hospitalized in a secret facility for trained killers like himself somewhere in Arizona. London made up for his lack of being there by working more hours which led her to a position as a Lead Cyber Security Analyst. Her pockets swelled even though she didn’t necessarily need the money since Erik could afford to take care of both of them. London grew tired from working long and hard hours and whenever she would come home to find Erik there she wouldn’t feel up to doing anything sexually. He was always on the move and she was always at work back in NYC. A strain between them both began to form. 

Erik didn’t fuss much about it, knowing how demanding his job is but whenever London felt a certain way about their situation he would let her vent to him, rubbing his baby girl’s back, kissing her gently, whispering reassurance to her; that things are going to get better; that she should leave her job and stay home. As easy as all of that sounded, London couldn’t bring herself to leave all that she worked so hard for behind her. To top it all off, London is a strong, independent woman who has done almost everything herself before Erik walked into her life. Yeah, he’s her daddy, but sitting at home waiting on his FaceTime call, his text, or to even simply hear his voice wasn’t enough. Also, she had to keep in mind that the future isn’t promised for the both of them. If things didn’t work out, London would be on her own again. The lack of sexual attention was indeed driving London crazy. Taking baths alone turned into London using her waterproof rabbit vibe or the faucet to make her cum. Other times she would mount her suction cup dildo that is an exact mold of Erik’s dick on the edge of the tub to ride. If she couldn’t have daddy’s long, thick, veiny black dick, then the toy would just have to make up for that when he’s not around. 

London snatched the silk duvet from her body before walking to the master bathroom. With the lights on, London turned to stare at her reflection through the backlit vanity mirror. London gently touched one of the taps twice, the warm water flowing out and into the single copper basin of the bathroom sink. Cupping her hands, the white iced out diamond Cuban link 10k yellow gold bracelet on her right wrist twinkling beneath the lights, London watches with drowsy eyes as the water fills in her hands. A few times, London rinses her face with the warm water to calm herself down so she can go back to sleep peacefully without tossing and turning. Lifting her face from the sink basin, eyes closed because of the water dripping from her face, London blindly grabs a folded black cotton facial towel with gold trimming. She dabs her face, taking in the clean and soft fresh linen smell. 

“Why are you up so late?”

London blanched, when Erik startled her with his large hands grabbing at her waist from the back. To this day, London still wasn’t used to Erik’s stealth. His feet are like feathers hitting the floor. London is wearing a black Sheer Marabou Romper that has a cinched waist, fluffy feathery trim, and thin straps. One thing Erik loves to see her in any chance he got was lingerie or nothing at all. Looking up into the vanity, London took in Erik’s appearance. He’s wearing his usual all black from head to toe; black cable knit long sleeve top that clung to his hulking frame and black drop crotch destroyed jeans. The layered diamond tennis chains around his neck matched the bracelet on London’s wrist and the Rolex on his left wrist with its diamond bezel didn’t go unnoticed either. 

“I couldn’t sleep, it’s been that way for the past few weeks,” London rubs his strong hands with thick fingers around her waist, “How was this job?”

“Unnecessary, but I have another two million in my bank account so I can’t complain,” Erik’s thick lips circled London’s exposed neck, “You can’t sleep because of me, huh?”

“I’m used to you being next to me, yes, but I know you’re so busy,” London turns to face Erik. His hair from the dim lights of the bathroom looked almost raven, dreads messily resting against his forehead. London’s hands reach out to stroke his tapered waistline. She could feel all of the tiny raised scars beneath her manicured nails the more she lightly scratched him. 

“I’ve been getting calls for jobs left and right. Nothing else matters when I’m with you...I miss my baby,” Erik’s hand makes its way to London’s copper hair, slicking back the pressed out strands from her face before placing some behind her ears, “Haven’t been giving you the attention you need, and then you’re wearing my favorite too, probably waiting for me to come home and properly take it off of you.” 

“Properly taking my clothes off for you is ripping them to pieces,” London giggles before lifting to her tiptoes to kiss Erik’s thick, moist lips, “Why don’t you take a shower so we can lay in bed, I want you to wrap your arms around me,” London rubs Erik’s biceps. 

“Aight, ma, let me take a quick shower and I’ll meet you in bed,” Erik traced the pout of London’s bottom lip before giving her another kiss with a little bit of tongue. 

London walked back to the bedroom, pulling the silk duvet back and climbing back into bed. She propped herself up on her side to watch Erik undress. The standing shower system they have was London’s favorite. It has a square shower head with LED, remote-controlled LED, a detachable hand shower if you wanted to use it, and a thermostatic touch panel mixer with a digital display. The Rainfall mode made London experience the pleasure of a warm summer rain in her own bathroom. Her body was so tired but she couldn’t stop staring at him as he stripped out of each piece of clothing. Erik’s sinewy physique is so defined and well-built, so much so that you can even tell through his clothing. The raised marks on his torso, arms, and back caused her pierced nipples to grow taut as if she could feel his body rubbing against hers. 

Stepping into the shower, Erik puts it on Rainfall mode before standing directly under the square shower head. As the water sprouted from the shower head it trickled over Erik’s body making lazy patterns. He grabs for his favorite peppermint and eucalyptus body wash with a soap sponge to clean himself. He must have known that London was watching him because his ridiculously big dick was swaying back and forth with each movement of his body. London hasn’t had that big black dick in her for at least a few weeks now. When she first saw that fat dick in person she was sure she wouldn’t be able to take it. All that dick you’ll end up with no walls, tangled intestines, and half a stomach. She paid close attention to the way Erik grabbed his dick at the base, bringing it up against his lower abdomen to wash his balls. That heavy nut sack on him had her drooling. It had to have been almost 5 AM now. She was going to be extremely tired at work. 

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London arrived to work thirty minutes late with her daily homemade green smoothie in hand. She’s wearing a charcoal grey pencil skirt with a silk black top and black So Kate pumps on her feet. Her copper hair is swept to the side and bouncing with each step she took. When London woke up Erik wasn’t on his side of the bed. After freshening up and getting dressed, London went looking for him and found him in his weapons room unloading a few rounds to test out the new artillery. She didn’t want to disturb him too much so she gave him a quick kiss before leaving him alone until she made it back home. London walks past the rounded glass top receptionist desk before pushing open the commercial double glass doors to her work area. 

Having her own office means peace and quiet now. London gave some of her coworkers tight lipped smiles before entering her work space, allowing the frosted glass door to close behind her. 888 Seventh Avenue provided magnificent views of Central Park and the Manhattan skyline. London takes a seat at her modern black wood executive desk with a Mac desktop computer and other office supplies. She has two meetings to attend and one will be starting within the next hour. London checks her work email for any important information from clients while sipping her green smoothie. Time trickled by slowly and London hadn’t noticed that Erik had called her a few times. After receiving a reminder about the meeting via company email, London checks her phone. Erik sent her a voice message which was rather unlike him. London listens despite her confusion. 

“Hey what’s up, baby, how are you doing? I didn’t get a chance to really talk to you this morning since the new artillery came in, but...I’m sitting here just thinking about you and baby... I just want to see your face. Can you send me a picture or a video of yourself? I miss that pretty face….” he paused for a second, “I’m not gonna lie, ma...I’m feeling some type of way because I’m sitting here just thinking about you...thinking about tasting you...thinking about the other night when you watched me take a shower before you fell asleep…” Erik exhaled, “I miss that wet pussy, baby...I know that shit was wet last night...like goddamn...I know you’re panties had to be soaked, shit.” 

London was seated on the edge of her seat while her free hand gripped the handle of her seat. She couldn’t believe he was saying this to her in her voicemail. She instantly needed her man. 

“I’m saying...I’m not complaining at all because I love that wet ass pussy on my face and in my fucking mouth...grinding that pussy across my lips and my beard...Still tasting your pussy juices on my mustache...I wanna suck on that clit...that shit make you so goddamn wet, girl...spread them fat pussy lips and slowly guide my tongue up and down...up and down...fuck,” Erik hisses, “I miss that pussy gripping my fingers...you like that shit don’t you? Daddy’s fingers in your tight little pussy? Goddamn...fuck that I want you to take a picture of how wet your pussy is right now...yeah, I know that’s a little naughty but I know you’re my nasty little girl so you’ll do that shit anyway, right? I’ll spank that ass if you don’t send me a fucking pic, girl...I’ll spank that ass just how I do when I’m busting that pussy open from the back…”

London closed her eyes, praying to god that she would go through the rest of her day after this voicemail. She’s definitely wet alright; fucking soaked. If London pulled her panties to the side right now it would probably reveal a sticky, slimy mess. He had to be beating that fat ass dick right now. 

“Man...now you got me wanting to fuck the shit out of you, London...put my hands on your hips and start off nice and slow in that pussy...shit, we both know that pussy good...puss will have me busting a fat nut so fast...hell nah, girl…” Erik’s voice lowered over the phone to a whisper that ran down London’s spine and straight to her clit, “I just want you to know how good that pussy tastes and feels baby...pussy so fucking good...I love when you say don’t stop daddy, you know daddy ain’t stopping for nothing. Daddy got something long and thick for your ass…and I want that fat pussy in my mouth…”

The voicemail had ended two minutes ago but London was so frozen with shock that she couldn’t move enough to close her mouth. She finally removed the phone from her ear before checking to see that no one was watching. They couldn’t anyway because of the frosted glass doors but London wanted to be absolutely certain. Scooting back in her black Sterling Leather Executive Chair, London gathers the bottom of her skirt, bringing it up and around her waist. London brings her left hand down between her legs to pull the crotch of her panties to the side. She scoots to the edge of the chair so her pussy is sitting nice a plump for a perfect picture. Grabbing her cell phone, London activates her camera from her lock screen, turning it to selfie mode before aiming it as best as she could to achieve a good angle so he can see everything. London takes a few pictures, one with her lips sitting nice and fat and the other with her lips spread so that he can see how hard and poked out her clit is and how much of her creamy wetness spilled from her pussy. 

“There you go daddy,” London says before sending it off to Erik. She wasn’t happy at all that she had to leave for her meeting. London brings all the necessary material for the meeting before exiting her office for the conference room. When she entered the conference room, everyone was already in their usual spots so London quickly found hers near the front right across from the manager of CSOC, Linda Yeager. 

“Goodmorning, London, do you have the contingency plans packet for the meeting today?” 

London’s eyes swept over Linda’s appearance. Linda has her long strawberry blonde hair pulled back into a low ponytail and a navy blue women’s suit on with a white blouse underneath. Her veneer smile is wide and similar to that of a horse and her thin lips are painted red to bring out the heavy makeup look she went for today. 

“Yes,” London opens her portfolio, handing Linda the packet that she created yesterday, “I made sure that everyone received a new one before today.” 

“Excellent,” Linda stands from her seat before making her way to a podium situated in front of the conference room, “Okay...Good Morning everyone! I know today is going to be yet another stress-filled one but we all know this is a necessity,” Linda pulls out a laser pointer, aiming it at the presentation behind her, “Today we will be discussing contingency plans that the company will implement in case of a successful attack. Since cyber attackers are constantly using new tools and strategies, cyber security analysts, such as yourself, need to stay informed about the weapons out there to mount a strong defense.”

Linda went on and on for about an hour before everyone was dismissed to assist with clients to keep intruders, attackers or hackers out of networks in order to protect digital files and information systems against unauthorized access. London made it back to her office with a bottle of Fiji water, taking her seat again. Before she started any type of work, London grabs her phone from her desk drawer because she knew Erik had a response for what she sent him. Sure enough, he left her yet another voicemail. London prepared herself for a lustful ear full. 

“Baby...fuck...I just wanna eat that pussy up...I might have to come see you for lunch today...Goddamn...mmmhhh...you know eating pussy is my shit, right? Ima tear that creamy pussy up, girl...make love to that pussy with my fucking tongue...put that whole pussy in my mouth...mmmh…damn, I wish I could eat that...Look at the lips on this pretty motherfucker.. gawd dayum! I’d slurp the hell out of them lips...call me back...call me the fuck back, London.” 

London calls Erik back with no hesitation. She could feel her heartbeat in her throat almost with the amount of anticipation running through her veins. 

“London...can daddy come eat that suckable pussy for lunch?” That was his greeting as soon as he picked up. 

“In my car? baby, you know it’s an open lot...people will see,” London says with a sultry voice. 

“London... I’m tryna eat that pussy… you gon’ make me wait?” 

“I can try to get home sooner...that way, you can eat my pussy all day if you want to.” London’s tongue dragged across her upper lip, “it’s been a while, I know you miss this pretty pussy.” 

“Yeah?” Erik says, “All day baby?”

“Uh-huh, all day...any way you like…”

“That’s a mouth full of pussy ima need a lot of time to eat that shit up,” Erik chuckles, “I guess that will be dinner then, swallow all that pussy juice and slurp up that clit, yeah?” 

London ran her pink and white ombré acrylics through her copper hair. She could feel her clit poking against the crotch of her panties and her pierced nipples stiffen behind her silk top. She wanted Erik to suck on her nipples so damn bad that she thrust her chest forward like his wet mouth was wide open and waiting. London is a B cup so she could easily go without a bra. She wished she would have now because her nipples are rubbing against the silk of her shirt. They are so damn hard. 

“Ima be face first in that ass as soon as you walk through the door, London.” 

“I know, baby,” London spoke softly while using a single finger to circle her taut left pierced nipple. 

“Yes, sit that fat pussy on my face.” 

“Daddy, I gotta go,” London’s voice didn’t match her words. 

“Aight...just Gon’ leave me drooling all over myself until you get home, huh?” 

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

London knew Erik had to be fiending since they haven’t had sex in over two weeks. He would have another job lined up soon and from his words and the harsh, uneven sound of his voice, that told London everything she needed to know. Erik needed her. Part of it made London feel guilty because there were times when he would simply watch her masturbate in the tub. He would sit on the toilet after coming home from a job, his body just as tired. London would be in the jacuzzi whirlpool tub, her waterproof rabbit vibe going to town on her clit beneath the water. She didn’t mind him watching her, he didn’t even complain about her pleasuring herself instead of letting him do it. No, Erik would simply sit there with this sexy, devilish grin on his face, his eyes all low and seductive while they peered through the soapy water to take a look at how she worked that vibrator over her clit. 

That’s it baby..make that pussy cum

Mhm, good girl...you making that fat kitty cum, baby?

Then, there were the times he walked in on her riding her dildo in the shower with it mounted to the wall. These times she hadn’t expected him to be home so soon. His sudden appearance would make her feel timid to finish but Erik would insist that she continue because he really wanted to watch her. He would stand outside of the shower, his eyes focused on the way the dildo that’s an exact mold of his dick would slide in and out of her creamy pussy. The look on her face is so beautiful while she fucked herself. She just looks so helpless and useless with each stroke. Water mixed with her creamy mess would drizzle down her inner thighs with each stroke and it made his dick chub up real fast but he didn’t intervene. He knew he wasn’t around often to take care of his baby girl, she deserved to play in her pussy. 

You’re opening that pussy up beautifully, baby

Definitely A Greedy Pussy Indeed. I Love It. 

His words made her cum in an instant. 

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[ Greetings Killmonger…..]

Erik heard the alert from his personal work computer all the way from the bathroom. He walked into his master bedroom with water still trickling from his body and a towel wrapped around his hips. His office was just in the other room where his laptop was located. He walked up to the laptop, tapped a series of keys and his Oracle message popped up in green letters with a black background that reminded him of the Matrix. 

“Oracle,” Erik spoke lazily before taking a seat at his desk, “another mission?”

 [Yes...do you accept the mission? ]

“...yes,” He says while stroking his goatee, “Lay out the details.” 

[ Russia’s ambassador to Turkey named Andrey G. Karlov is supposed to be attending an art exhibit two weeks from now on Monday in Ankara, the capital of Turkey. Your assignment is to get to him and kill him before he reaches the art exhibit. We can’t have any witnesses. This job will require special gear and technology. We will provide a black Ducati sports bike and you have a suite booked at the JW Marriott Hotel Ankara. If the mission is successful, 3.5 million will be wired to your offshore bank account in Belize. ]

“Sounds legit...send me all the information I need on Karlov along with my hotel and I’ll be ready.” 

[ Excellent. Happy killing Mr. Killmonger….]

His laptop screen blacked out which meant that whatever information that was previously mentioned would be deleted without a trace. Erik has two weeks to prepare for his next job. He trained all day to keep up with his skills. It’s never a good look to take too much relaxation time. Standing from his desk chair, Erik makes his way into his master bedroom to rub his body down with cocoa butter body oil and slip on a pair of lounge pants. The body oil softened and conditioned his body perfectly. He slipped on a pair of black joggers and walked to the bathroom to finish his facial routine. Erik believes in taking care of himself, in a balanced diet, and in a rigorous exercise routine. Erik applies an herb mint facial masque which he leaves on for ten minutes while he prepares the rest of his facial routine. After rinsing the mask, Erik applies a moisturizer, some under-eye balm to help alleviate the dark circles forming, then finally, he sets it with a protective lotion. 

Back within his bedroom, staring out at Midtown through one of his wide, ceiling to floor windows, Erik realizes that London couldn’t make it home earlier like she promised. After their call ended, Erik decided to train so he could clear his head. He did his usual routine that involves jackknife crunches, crucifix push-ups, single leg burpees, jumping lunges, and other workouts. Then, Erik trained a little in combat; your fighting skills can always be improved. To end it, Erik let off a few rounds from his new Smith & Wesson pistol with a crimson trace sight. Erik walks down the modern stairs that ended within a corridor. He made his way towards the kitchen, turning on the lights and opening the fridge. Grabbing a box of leftover egg foo young, he places it within the microwave for 2 minutes. The front entrance to the penthouse opened and from the surveillance cameras in the kitchen Erik can see London removing her pumps before walking barefoot further into the penthouse. 

“Hey, baby,” her silvery voice soothed his ears, “I’m sorry I didn’t make it home earlier, today was yet another busy day...what are you heating in the microwave?” 

“It’s okay, I figured you were tied up,” Erik opens the microwave, grabbing the hot takeout container filled with shrimp egg foo young smothered in extra gravy, “Some Chinese I never ate yesterday, you wanna share?” 

“Yes,” London places her black Louis Vuitton tote bag on the galaxy storm granite countertop of their kitchen island before taking a seat on one of the stools. She finger combed her blunt cut bouncy copper hair away from her face while Erik grabbed two forks for them and after that two water bottles. He sat across from her before passing her a fork. London hissed from how hot the food was against her tongue before blowing it rapidly.

“Mmm...I haven’t had egg foo young in so long,” she licked her fork before going for more. 

“How was work?” Erik asks between chewing his food.

“It was alright, I’m exhausted,” London rubs her neck with her free hand, “How was your day?”

“Productive, did some training most of the time. I got an alert from my Oracle for a new job.” 

“...oh, yeah?” London swallows her food, hoping that her eyes didn’t read disappointment, “I figured it would be happening soon. When is it?”

“Within the next two weeks. It’s a big job so I gotta do some research over the next few days…” Erik reaches across the counter to rub London’s chin, “Hey...it’s two weeks from now. You got me for two weeks before I go away.”

London played with a piece of egg with her fork, “I know...I just get really lonely when you’re not with me, daddy.” 

“You sure about that? Still using the dildo I bought you?” Erik gave London a lopsided grin. 

“I am...but there’s nothing like daddy’s dick,” London laughs, before yawning, “I didn’t get any sleep last night.” 

“If you weren’t watching me take a shower and rub down with my body oil you would have,” Erik teased. 

“It’s your damn fault, you’re so sexy,” London strokes a single vein on Erik’s left hand with her pink and white ombré acrylic nail. 

“You know what I want, right?” Erik drags his tongue across the corner of the inside of his mouth to catch some food, causing a single dimple to form in his other cheek.

“Yes, let me shower first and I’m all yours,” London takes one final piece of egg foo young before grabbing her tote bag, walking around the kitchen counter to kiss Erik’s lips before walking away. Erik finished off the food before trashing it. He drank his water before tossing the bottle in recycling. Upstairs now, London is already out of the shower, her naked body seen walking into her walk-in closet to find something to sleep in. Erik brushes his teeth before joining her in the walk-in closet. London is wearing a sheer babydoll with berry-red trimming. 

“I got you something,” Erik says while walking up behind her. He picked it up in Miami for her. Reaching inside one of London’s many drawers, he pulls out a Cartier box. Erik presses his crotch against London’s curvy backside while leaning over her shoulder. London watches him open the box to reveal a stunning 18k white gold necklace with 264 brilliant cut diamonds. London’s topaz eyes locked with Erik’s onyx ones. They twinkled and it made him smile. He grabs the necklace, opening the clasp before placing it around her neck. London touches it with her delicate fingers. Erik’s thick lips lightly kiss the baby-soft skin of her cheek. 

“You look good in diamonds, girl,” He whispers to her before kissing along her neck, “icy just like your daddy.” 

“Thank you, daddy,” London fought for oxygen when Erik’s hands began to lift the bottom of her baby doll up. 

“Come sit on daddy’s face,” His nose was in her hair smelling the strands. Erik strolled back to the bedroom, laying back on the bed. London follows him, crawling onto the bed between his wide legs before climbing onto his lap to straddle him reverse cowgirl. Erik lifts the bottom of the baby doll completely up and around her waist to reveal her dangling fat pussy from behind. He takes his thumb to rub her protruding clit and labia that sat stunningly between her fat pussy lips. Lifting his thumb away, a slimy string of her fluids connected with it. Erik sucks it off before grabbing London by her thighs, roughly scooting her back towards him so that her pussy hovered over his lips. 

“Mmm, I miss this fat pussy,” Erik brings his lips to her pussy. He starts off by placing soft, lingering kisses that caused her to let out little gasps. Erik continues kissing her outer lips until her hips start oscillating back and forth. 

“Calm down, girl, daddy got you,” Erik spreads her pussy lips to reveal her cotton candy pink center, “had me wishing I could eat this pussy all day and I finally got it in my face,” Erik’s tongue poked out and he delivered stiff licks around her protruding clit. Erik could see her pussy contract with each lick and a single stream of slippery lubrication drip down to her labia. Erik dragged his thick bottom lip up to catch the fluid before sucking her labia into his mouth. His eyes closed one at a time after he got a taste of what he hadn’t tasted in two weeks. That sweet puss. 

“Yes, daddy,” London’s toes curled, “Fuck, baybeee.” 

Her drippy pussy was evidence that it missed his tongue among other things. 

“Sweet, tasty, pussy...sit on my face, London...THAT'S it…yeah, baby,” he groans, “Yummy pussy,” He sounded out longingly with a deep, alluring voice.

Erik loved spreading London’s lips with his tongue and tasting the warm sweet juices from her pussy. He loves when she puts her pussy on his face and rides his tongue. The loud smacking sounds from his slurping and licking mixed with London’s quickening breaths were sounds unheard of in two weeks. The way she was dripping in his mouth she was ready for his big black dick but all Erik wanted to do was eat. Both holes honestly. Erik wets a finger with his spit before sticking it in London’s tight, virgin booty hole. He was gonna get in that tight ass one day but for now he simply pushed his thick finger inside. It was so tight that it sucked his finger in. 

“Oooh, shit,” Erik says while watching his finger stroke London’s booty hole, “That ass is tighter than a motherfucker...you gon’ let me get in that ass?”

“I don’t know, daddy...fuck,” London looks back at Erik while he finger fucked her booty hole, “Damn, daddy, oh, my God…”

“I said, you gon’ let me get in that ass with this fat fucking dick?”

“Daddy it’s too big-

“If you’re used to this you’ll be used to my dick in no time, baby...taking that shit beautifully,” He wraps his lips around her clit and starts sucking. 

“Oh my God, daddy, that’s my spot,” London started speaking in tongues, “Yes, baby, suck on my pussy…”

Erik brings a finger from his other hand to slip inside of London’s pussy. The soft, fleshy ridges of her walls massaged his finger. He found her G spot and started massaging it with the pad of his finger. Erik started loudly sucking on London’s pussy and licking it sloppy with a lot of spit in between. Each time he licked London could feel his tongue print still lingering. 

“I’m gonna cum,” London says when she could feel her entire body spasm, “Daddy I’m cumming.” 

Erik continued sucking her clit, fingering her creamy pussy, and fingering her tight ass. He was working the hell out of her pussy that London almost collapsed. 

“You’re making my pussy cum,” Her voice grew louder, “Oh my God!!!!!” London started throwing her ass back, fucking Erik’s fingers before she started leaking all over his face. Her milky white orgasm covered his facial hair and lips. 

“Yes, daddy,” London became overstimulated and lifted her body from Erik’s. She fell back on the bed beside him, stroking her hair from her sweaty face. 

“I’m not finished...you said I could have it all I want, right?” Erik spreads London’s thighs before leaning over her body with a hankering desire. His tongue wiggles all over her pussy with exhilarating speed that strokes her clit in the right spot. London’s hips began to lift off of the bed but Erik held her in place. After licking it a few more times he went right back to slurping her up but this time he did it with fervor. Each suck came with a deep grunt. He was enjoying the hell out of her pussy on his mouth. He had London screaming his name. Erik was telling her through every suck and lick that this was his pussy and that she better cum in his fucking mouth. 

“Unnffttt!!!!!” London moaned out repeatedly. She yanked Erik’s tapered dreads, “eat this fucking pussy,” London rolled her hips, driving her pussy in Erik’s mouth, “yesssss ima cum in your mouth so fucking hard keep doing that.” 

Erik started sucking on London’s clit while swiveling his head back and forth. He was loving that pussy. 

“Suck on my pussy...suck on my pussy...sucking on my pussy…” London’s mouth unhinges, “Oh, yes, right there, ooooohh, DON'T stop...Yep...right there, daddy, uh-huh...uh-huh...uh-huh...FUCK YES...you’re making your pussy cum...FUCK!”

London fisted Erik’s hair as she climaxed in his mouth. 

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The next day, London awoke to the sound of her alarm at 7:00 AM. She turned it off, sitting up in bed. Blinking her tired eyes, London rubbed her inner thighs together, feeling her pussy juices gathering in a puddle. She’s still wet from the repeated head she received from Erik last night. He ate her pussy three times before she fell asleep next to him then he woke her up at 2:00 AM with her clit in his mouth again. Spreading her thighs, London could see that her clit is still stiff and her inner folds are still engorged with arousal. The bed shifted behind her and London turned to find Erik stretching his built arms above his head. He blinked at her with low eyes before giving her a lazy smile.

“Good morning, baby,” Erik spoke before yawning, “You’re leaving me again, Princess?” 

“Duty calls,” London stood from the bed giving Erik a tantalizing view of her slim-thick frame. She leaned over the bed to kiss Erik nice and gentle, “I’ll miss you.” 

“Stay home,” Erik looked up at her through his long lashes, “We got some making up to do, girl...I ain’t have that puss in two weeks...we got some making up to do.” 

“I know, I know,” London was pulled down into the bed with Erik, “Daddy-

“Hush, Princess,” Erik’s hand made its way between her thighs, “That fat puss is still wet.” 

“Umph,” London shielded her face in Erik’s neck. 

“Nah, look at what I’m doing...London,” Erik yanked her hair, forcing her to focus on him, “LOOK.” 

Her eyes widened at his barbaric tone. The rough edge made her shiver. London’s eyes watched as Erik used two fingers to rub her clit side to side. 

“Mhm, I got that puss,” He bites her jaw, causing her to squeal, “Damn, that clit stiff...you going to work and leaving daddy home to take care of this fat ass dick by himself? Hmm?”

“Erik,” She could feel herself leaking all over his hand, “Daddy stop...I gotta go to work...fuck,” Erik pushed three fingers inside of her, “Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.” 

“Princess, I plan on hitting this pussy from every angle imaginable,” Erik whispered to her before giving her sloppy kisses on her neck, “cum on my fingers, girl, you know you want to.” 

“Umph, Yes-

“I see you girl…FUCK,” Erik aggressively bites his bottom lip while he watched London cream his fingers, “Thats a good pussy, baby...such a good girl,” Erik’s fingers slip out to smack her pussy. London jumps from his lap while squeezing her thighs tight. 

“I’m gonna go take a sh-shower,” London lets out an unsteady breath while watching Erik suck her juices from his fingers. 

“Go ahead, Princess, I’ll see you in there.” 

London grabs her silk bonnet and shower cap before walking into the master bathroom. With her out of the room now, Erik grabs his cell to call London’s job. On the third ring, the receptionist picks up. 

“Thanks for calling, CSOC, this is Taylor Bianchi, how can I direct you?” 

“Hi, can I speak to Linda Yeager, please? This is Erik Stevens, a long time client of CSOC.” His eyes fall on London lathering up her soap sponge with her body wash. 

“Okay, I’ll transfer your call.”

The line clicks over and there is a brief pause before Erik could hear the phone being picked up and Linda clearing her throat. 

“Erik! How are you? Is everything alright?” 

“Yeah, everything is fine...I’m calling about London...listen, I’m requesting that she has a few days off. She’s exhausted and London needs to rest her mind and her body. With her being Lead Analyst now it’s taken a heavy load on her.”

“I understand,” Linda sighs, “I wish she would have told me she needs time off, it’s never a problem. Of course, London can take however long she needs.” 

“Thank you, Linda, I’ll let her know her vacation starts today.” Erik hangs up his cell before tossing the silk duvet back. He takes off his black joggers before walking naked to the bathroom. London has just finished washing herself a second time and now she is rinsing off. Erik opens the glass shower door, stepping inside the steamy shower, “Finished without me?” 

“Sorry, baby, I have to go to work, I’m already gonna be late.”

“Nah,” Erik closes the shower door, “I called your job, you won’t be going to work for the rest of the week.” 

“Huh?” London says with a perplexed expression.

“I requested for you to be off. Linda said it was okay.” 

“Babe…” London blushes, “You did that for me?”

“You know I got you, Princess. We can use all this time to fuck as much as we want...and I’m gonna fuck you good,” Erik approaches her with a gait that had her week in the knees.

“Okay...it’s been a minute…” London was backed into a corner, “All I’ve known is my vibe and dildo…”

“Aww, I know,” Erik takes his thumbs to twirl her pierced nipples, “That’s why I gotta remind you how daddy does it...dig that pussy out.” 

Erik snatches London’s bonnet and shower cap from her head before picking her up, walking with her until their bodies are beneath the squared shower head. Erik’s long dick began to thicken up beneath her pussy. He stuck his tongue down her throat, kissing her roughly while gripping her ass. London braced herself by wrapping her arms around Erik’s shoulders. From her lips, Erik’s kisses were on her neck now right along with his teeth leaving marks. He was so hungry for her, not even a grizzly bear could stop him from getting all of London. 

“You want daddy to fuck you in this shower?” Erik sucked on her bottom lip. 

“Please, daddy, can you fuck me in the shower?”

“You know how to ask daddy for what you want...good girl,” Erik used a little force to push London’s back against the shower wall. She sucked in a sharp breath, before raising a single brow at him. He was being rough with her. 

“Being rough with me, daddy?” She questioned sweetly because she knew that drove him crazy, “It’s okay…I know you need this pussy.” 

“You’re fucking right,” Erik growled before his mouth made its way to her erect pierced nipples, “This pussy hasn’t stained my dick in two fucking weeks...that’s way too long for me, girl...you know daddy gotta have this pussy any fucking chance I get,” With one hand, Erik places it around London’s neck, “those eyes are so sexy, baby...you better look at me just like that when I fuck this pussy,” Erik grinds his dick up against London’s pussy, “and when I cum on that pretty face.” 

“Anything, daddy, just fuck me,” London tried grabbing his dick but Erik’s hand around her neck grew tighter.

“Is that how you ask for this fucking dick? Try again,” Erik spoke through clenched teeth. 

“Can daddy fuck my little pussy, please?” London asked with a pout of her lips. 

Erik smiles devilishly, “Yeah...daddy can fuck that little Princess pussy.” 

With short, heated gasps, London watched Erik grab hold of his dick with the hand that was around her neck, rubbing it back and forth over her clit. It didn’t matter how much water covered their bodies from head to toe, London’s pussy is still drenched with her slickness. Erik strokes his dick against London’s entrance before pushing in just the tip, purposely stopping so he could watch the helpless expression on her face. 

“Yeah,” he spoke smugly, “And that’s just the tip, baby,” Erik pushes in some more with just his hips, “Damn...clenching up already? You know how this dick can be,” Erik continues without stopping this time before licking away a single tear from her face, “you know daddy gets in there, ma...this shit ain’t new.” 

“Damn,” London hisses, “You got my pussy opened up, daddy.”

“And you got my dick tickling your cervix,” Erik pulls all the way to his wide tip before pushing back inside deeply, “Like how I pull it all the way out? Huh?”

London could only nod her head.

“I asked you a fucking question, Princess,” Erik does it again. His thick, long, curved dick pushed back inside. London’s pussy is so warm and wet that it made his ass cheeks clench. 

“What the fuck did I say?” He barked out.

“If I like the way you pull it all the way out,” London’s lower lip trembled between moans. 

“Pull what out?” He asked her with narrow eyes.

“This big ass dick,” London’s head extended back, “This shit is hitting the bottom of my pussy.”

“Mhm,” Erik angles London’s hips with both of his strong hands, “That’s what the fuck I’m talking about,” He picks up speed, London’s hips loudly smacking against his, “This what you kept from me?” 

“Yes!!” London’s eyes never left his, “God...you’re stretching me.”

Their tongues flicked wildly before Erik pressed his forehead against hers. He was still watching her, his hands moving her hips in a circle while he stroked her pussy long dick style. 

“Unfff, if you keep doing that- daddy, shit,” London pouts, “Daddy it’s deep.” 

Erik wasn’t listening, he was too busy moving her hips in a multitude of angels just so his dick could reach every single part of her pussy from her walls, to her cervix, to her G spot, and then her A spot. Warm, liquid leaked from her pussy and it made Erik smile handsomely at her. 

“I got this fat pussy squirting,” Erik starts banging London’s pussy out harder, “Ima make you do that shit again...UH-HUH…nut on this fucking dick.” 

With a silent scream and her feet nudging against Erik’s back from his forceful thrusts, London gave him exactly what he wanted. Erik’s dick left her pussy and he put her down. London has to brace the wall because her knees are wobbling.

“Get down on your knees and clean this daddy dick off.” 

London was on her knees, grabbing Erik’s balls with one hand while wrapping her plump lips around the tip of his dick with just the power of her jaw muscles. 

“You better suck it good too or I’ma tear that throat up,” Erik bites his bottom lip down at London. He runs his fingers through her loose curly strands, “feeding my pretty baby some dick...see? You needed that, right?”

“Mhm,” London hums whole slurping on Erik’s dick. She had to work extra hard since his dick hadn’t been in her mouth for two weeks. She worked her jaws overtime and her head moved in a circular motion. 

“You’re such a good girl,” Erik licks his lips before leaning over, spitting on his dick. He watched London lick and suck his saliva into her mouth. 

“You sucking this dick, girl, mm,” Erik shakes his head, “You want me to unload down your throat?”

London responded with puppy dog eyes and a harder suck. Erik thrusts his hips forward suddenly, causing London to gag. She removed her mouth from his dick to take a breath but Erik grabs a fist full of her wet hair, making her look at him, “Did I tell you to stop?! You know this dick is long, girl,” Erik slapped his dick against her cheek, “Open your fucking mouth, Princess.”

London opens wide and Erik didn’t waste anytime getting back inside. His head went back while he uses London’s mouth like a pussy and started fucking her throat. London’s nails clawed his thighs. 

“Told you I had something for little ass girls like you who keep running from dick...don’t stop eating that dick up, Princess.” 

“Mmm...mmmhmm,” London blinked away her growing tears, striving to finish until his cum was down her throat. 

“I need it nice and sloppy like this. Make a mess like the good girl you are. You look so sexy when you get nasty,” Erik says between London’s sucking, “Yes baby...mmmh...fuuuckkk...make it nasty, baby, that’s it,” Erik’s face fixed into a mug, “Ughhhhhh fuuuckkkkkk, don’t ever stop sucking baby girl, make daddy bust a nut...ughhhhhhh…yes, empty me...mmmm...here it comes baby... getting the job done just drain your daddy and you never have to worry about anything...FUCK YES,” Erik’s entire body spasmed out of control. He gripped the back of London’s head before erupting deep down her throat. London welcomes her gift graciously with a flickering tongue. It was a lot of cum, definitely overdue. 

“Good girl,” Erik says between ragged gasps. 

___________________

After their shower, London and Erik had a nice breakfast that Erik prepared. Veggie omelette, turkey sausage, and a side of shrimp with cheesy grits. London did a bit of yoga, something she hadn’t done in a long while. Erik cleaned up before joining London in their personal gym for a morning workout. Erik couldn’t keep his eyes off of London stretching her body. After taking yet another long shower, London and Erik lounged around well into the early afternoon in complete nudity. Erik was supposed to start his research for his new mission but that wasn’t going to happen with the way London’s nude body was calling him. They were sitting in the living room, laid back on their luxury leather sectional sofa, music playing from the installed surround sound system. 

London couldn’t keep her eyes off of Erik’s dick sitting heavy between his toned thighs. Unable to control the urge to slurp his thick pipe into her mouth, London leans over Erik’s lap, grabbing his dick in her hand, slapping it against her tongue, and then all in one motion, his dick was back in her mouth. London arched her back, her ass sitting high in the air now for Erik to reach over and slap whenever he felt like it. She massaged his nut sack while swallowing her man’s fat dick. He loved to see her with a mouth full of his meat. All he could do was simply shake his head at her. Before he needed to remind her, London’s topaz eyes connected with his and that’s when his dick swelled to cum inspiring proportions in her throat and unloaded a fat nut that she worked for. 

“There you go,” Erik studied the way his balls tightened, “Got my nuts tight, girl, get up here.” 

London climbed into Erik’s lap, squatting over him while bracing herself on the back of the couch. 

“Nah, fuck that, grab daddy’s dick and put it in that sweet little pussy so I can fuck the shit out of you.” 

London reaches between her legs, grabs Erik’s dick, and lines it up with her snug entrance. She gyrated her hips over him before lowering herself onto his third leg. 

“Mmmm,” She locked eyes with him, “Big-ass-dick.” She tells him, even though he already knew that. 

“Tight-ass-pussy,” Erik’s thick lips practically swallowed London's, the more he devoured her with his kisses. His saliva laden tongue battled for dominance in her mouth the more he kissed. London was like putty in his arms. London didn’t see it coming when Erik’s hips elevated from the couch to fuck her. His balls slapped her on the ass with each heavy, gut-filling stroke. Her thighs shook and her toes were beginning to sweat from the hot leather. 

“Oh, shit,” Her lower abdomen clenched, “It’s deep…”

“Move your hands,” Erik ordered when London’s hands came down to press against his thighs to try and slow him up, “Move your fucking hands, London.”

“Daddy, nooooo,” She whimpered.

“Shut that shit up,” He wrenched her hands away from his thighs, “grip my shoulders...that’s it, girl,” Erik went back to fucking the shit out of her wet pussy, “I got this pussy gushing all over me and you want me to stop? You better take this big black dick...all I wanna hear is you moaning and saying how much you love daddy’s big dick, nothing else,” Erik tore his eyes away for a second so he could watch her cream his dick, “I’m beating this pussy up...shut that crying up, London.” 

“Yessssss,” London chokes up, “Daddy, pleaseeee-

“Please? Please what?” Erik wrapped his arms around London’s body, holding her in place so he could work her pussy some more, “Please what? Huh?!”

“YES!!” London buried her face in the crook of Erik’s neck. She could feel a warm sensation overpower her body and then she froze. Erik’s dick was covered in her cream all the way down to his balls. 

“Just making a mess on me, huh?” Erik sucks on London’s neck, “Daddy likes that shit...come here,” Erik lifts her from his lap. He stood up with his dick dripping cum, turning London over and arching her back. 

“Mm-mm, keep that arch,” Erik strokes his messy pipe, “Push them shoulders down...good girl,” Erik slaps London’s clit a few times before he enters her with a long exhale, “Good fucking pussy...pass me my phone.” Erik barked out. London grabs Erik’s phone from her left before passing it to Erik, “You remember how we used to do it?” Erik opens up his camera, aiming it at London’s ass, “Bring that ass up, London, I’m not gonna tell you again.”

London was holding off on purpose because she knew how deep he can get in this position. 

“How is daddy supposed to beat this pussy the fuck up if you don’t listen?” Erik pumped London’s pussy full of his fat dick with just his hips while holding the phone steady so he can capture it perfectly, “Wait until you see this shit, ummmmm, baby...widen your legs London,” Erik pushes himself in all the way, causing London to cry out, “It’s okay, Princess, here,” He did it again, “beat this pussy up…look at me.”

London looks back at Erik through her messy hair. She wished she hadn’t. Just one look at him had her squirting on his dick.

“You make that shit look so damn good...I’m spreading that pussy, baby?” 

“Uh-huh-

“What else is daddy doing?” Erik smiles.

“Making my pussy feel good,” London smiles back before her face frowned with ecstasy. 

“That’s the face I like to see...you got my dick pulsating in this pussy...got this good dick up in you all you can do is cum...I like that...too big, baby?” 

She couldn’t respond but HELL YEAH. His dick damn near pushed her stomach out of her mouth in this position. 

“Daddy…” London said so low. 

“What?!” Erik asked while hammering London’s pussy. He angled the phone so that the length of his defined body could be in view while he stroked her. London’s cheeks clapped loudly and her moans damn near blew out the speakers of his phone, “this is mine and ima remind you any and everywhere,” London gripped his dick with her walls, “yeahhhhh, make daddy bust a nut!!!”

“Fuck me!!” London grabbed the back of the couch, “beat it up, daddy!!”

“Fuck,” Erik had to drop the phone. He was about to cream all in London’s sweet, tight pussy, “Look at this arch, girl, damn...you want me to really get in this puss.” 

Erik’s mouth unhinges and his eyelids flutter. He gave London two deep, long, and filling thrusts before cumming deep inside of her. Erik slapped her ass hard a few times before pulling his dick from her pussy. 

“Come suck this big dick up,” Erik said between heavy breathing. London was on her knees in a flash, grabbing Erik’s dick up in her hand before licking their mess off. Erik twirled London’s pierced nipple with one hand. He was thickening up again and all he wanted to do was bury himself back inside her tight, creamy pussy some more. 

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[pterodactylterrace]

Guys Like You Chapter 6

Title: Guys Like You

Chapter: 6

Chapter Summary: More of a filler chapter, not much Henry, I’m sorry.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, pregnancy, poor self image, bad coping mechanisms, low self esteem.

{Prologue} {Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3} {Chapter 4} {Chapter 5}

"I already told you, Faye! I don't want anything to do with this!"

"So because I want to keep my babies, you're leaving me? Is that what you're trying to tell me, David?"

"Yes! Shit, I knew you were dumb, but seriously!"

"Excuse me?"

"Are you deaf too, whore? How do you even know I'm the one that knocked you up? You've slept with just about every guy in town!"

"Get the fuck out."

"Don't come crying to me later! You're nothing without me! No one is ever going to want you. Especially once you have kids. Who the hell wants used goods? Have fun living a life of regret!"

Faye jerked awake, her head spinning as she tried to catch her bearings. Did David really leave her just like that? Sure he wasn't the greatest, but he had never lashed out like that before. At least not where anyone else could witness it.

No. David's gone. He has been gone for almost four years now. New life. Starting over. It's all in the past now.

Have to get the baby up before the sitter comes. Work is coming up soon. Life goes on.

"Briar, what are you doing on the floor?" Faye chuckled, crouching down next to her daughter, curled up on her pillow by her bed.

"I'm a puppy." Briar yawned in explanation, holding her arms up to be lifted, promptly licking her mother's cheek as soon as she was up.

"Briar, we talked about licking people."

"I'm not Briar, I'm puppy."

"Ok then, puppy, no licking people. Now what do you want for breakfast?"

"Puppy food."

"Cereal it is."

Feed the toddler, quick shower, get dressed, throw her hair up away from her face, wait for the baby sitter, hugs and kisses goodbye, then off to work. The usual routine she had settled herself into.

Feed the baby, because she's hungry and she comes first.

Shower, because she probably has some sort of mystery goo on her from the toddler.

Get dressed, avoid the mirror.  No one wants to be reminded of how much they've changed. The softness she wasn't used to around her lower stomach, hips and thighs. Her breasts no longer as perky as they used to be. The stretchmarks competing with her tattoo's for attention.

Then, the hardest part of the day. "Ok, Briar, Mrs. Anderson is here. Mommy has to go to work. I love you."

"I love you too, Mommy." Briar responded, hugging her mother tight and kissing her cheek before she was sat back down.

"Have a nice day, Miss Warren."

"I hope she's not too much to handle."

"Never is."

Some days, Faye likes to pretend she's ok. Like she has a handle on things. Like she knows what she's doing and not just blindly stumbling through her life while trying to do right by her daughter.

Other days, she would absently push her sleeves up and her eye would catch on the black lines decorating her forearm, just below her elbow. Some days she's reminded that life is a bitch, and you can't always get what you want. On those days she tried to stay out of her own head, though that rarely worked.

She could slap on a smile with the best of them, but she could never force it to reach her eyes. Her face always remained an open book, free for anyone to read. The past creeps up on you. There's nothing you can do to stop it some days. On a bad day, the ghosts of the past will haunt your mind, echoing the worst days of your life into the void of your shattered heart.

"No one is ever going to want you!"

"You're nothing without me!"

"Who wants used goods?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Warren. There was nothing we could do."

Over and over on a seemingly never ending loop, reminding her of the darkest times in her life.

Why would anyone want her? She's not the same hot twenty six year old she used to be. She was soft. She was saggy. She would never be as attractive as she used to be. Anyone in their right mind would turn around and run once they realized how much she had let herself go.

Days like today were best spent keeping people at a distance. Tell them some story about being tired. Avoid anyone that is going to call her out on her obvious lie. Therein lies the problem with dying your hair obnoxious colors. Among a sea of blonde and brunette, powder blue tends to stick out and make it almost impossible to vanish.

Lie your way out of it. Survive another day. Tomorrow might not be better, but at least it won't be the same.

"Mommy, you're back!" The sweetest sound she could hear all day.

"I always come back, my little love." Faye assured, kissing her daughter's head.

Need to care for the baby. She comes first. She deserves the world. Play time. Dinner time. Bath time. Story time. Bed time. The same after work routine she had established months ago when she decided to drop everything and run.

Her daughter thought the world of her. She would do anything to see her smile. She would wear the stupid costume. She would pretend to be a horsey. She would let her daughter use her as a jungle gym. She would make the same dinner again for the third night in a row for her.  So what if she soaked the bathroom floor during bath time? She was a mermaid, and she wanted to show off her tail. Story time, always an adventure with her imaginative little girl. What world would they find themselves in today? Dinosaurs? Princesses? Mythology? A rhyming book?

Ah, yes of course. Her current favorite, the book about the dinosaur cleaning his room. She was a girl obsessed with dinosaurs at the moment.

"Mommy, where's my Papa?" Briar asked, staring intently down at the page depicting a mother and father watching the dinosaur throw away paper scraps.

"Don't worry about him, sweetheart. He wasn't a nice man." Faye explained, resting her cheek on her daughter's head.

"Can I have a new Papa?"

"Maybe someday, sweetheart."

"Can Spider-man be my new Papa?"

"Why do you want Spider-man to be your new Papa?"

"He's my boyfriend!"

"That's not how it works, silly. If he's your boyfriend, he can't also be by boyfriend! Pick another hero!"

"Batman!"

"Well, he is rich." Faye mused, Briar giggling happily. "Now it's time for bed, my love."

"Ok, Mommy. I love you!"

"I love you too, Briar." Faye whispered, kissing her forehead. The nightlight was switched on and the door was left cracked open, just in case. Now for her seldom used free time.

Should she sketch some more? Finish that painting she started forever ago? Ever since she started a "real" job, her art had fallen by the wayside. She was too drained to do much after work and caring of her daughter.

Maybe some drawing will lift her spirits and keep the nightmares at bay tonight. But what to draw? Not in the mood for still life. Brain too fried for something straight from her imagination. Her usual model was sleeping, and her last few self portraits had been a serious blow to her ego. She just drew what she saw in the mirror. Then, when she was finished, she decided she should have worn more clothing before she drew herself. What was supposed to boost her confidence and empower her as a woman instead left her wondering when exactly she developed that roll when sitting in that position.

"Fuck it. I'm drawing a moose." Faye grumbled to herself, turning the page from her self portrait to a blank sheet. Half an hour later when she was trying to remember what a moose's antlers looked like, she finally picked up her phone. Seven unread messages? That seems like a lot. When was the last time she looked at her phone? Oh yeah, when she got home, five hours ago.

All from one person. So she wasn't ignoring everyone at least. Seven messages, all from Henry. Shit. That's not good.

Are you ok?

You seemed off on set today

You didn't even talk to me

Did you at least make it home alright?

Can you send me a sign of life?

I'm sorry if I upset you or something. Can you please talk to me? I'm genuinely worried.

Please?

Well, fuck. Here she was playing unicorn apocalypse with her daughter, and this poor guy was worrying himself to death.

Sorry, I was drawing a moose

Perfect way of saying "I wasn't ignoring you" while also avoiding his persistent questions about her wellbeing. The good old 'drawing a moose' excuse. Works every time.

I think your moose aged me by ten years. Are you ok?

Just had a bad day

Anything I can do to help?

Squeeze me until I stop struggling and my spine snaps

That's called 'murder' Miss Warren

I knew there was a name for it

Is there anything I can do for you that involves less prison?

Nah, if you're not going to take me out, then I'm not interested

I'm not going to take you out by murder. I will take you out on a date.

Faye froze, staring at her phone. He was just playing around, like he always did. No way he was serious. Henry liked to flirt, and she wasn't about to throw herself at him over a joke. She had more dignity than that. So how does she respond? She can't just ignore him, and taking forever to respond is going to give the impression that she was freaking out over what he said.

She was completely freaking out over what he had said, but he didn't need to know that. Was he just looking to get laid or something? Probably. He had gotten pretty close the last time he had been over. There's a difference between dating and screwing, though. He was probably just looking for someone to fuck while waiting for a woman worth his time to come along. Faye was broken out of her thoughts by her phone going off again, alerting her to a new message. Didn't he know she was busy having an existential crisis?

If you're free on Sunday you can come over and show me that moose your working on

*you're

Smart ass

Sunday?

I'll have to see if Mrs. Anderson can watch Briar

Bring her along. She keeps asking me about Kal

Pretty on brand for her

Sunday?

Sunday.

Sunday. What to wear on Sunday? He was probably looking for a little something something for his time, so something slutty? She got rid of all her slutty clothes after she had Briar in a fit of self hatred toward her new mom bod, so that was out. Besides, he wouldn't have invited Briar over too if he was looking to get laid.

So what does one wear on a casual 'date' these days? She had until Sunday to figure that out.

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