#so know I’m ripping off all my nails wiping off my makeup and kind of putting myself back in a child’s place el oh el

[starlooove]

It’s so weird to automatically understand the psychological reason behind what ur doing

[forthehpfanboys]

Intact

Pair: George Weasley x Reader; he/him.

Summary: Life goes to hell when your mother, who happens to be Bellatrix LeStrange AND a Death Eater, finds out you joined the Order of the Phoenix with your boyfriend. 

Warnings: Swearing, child abuse?, I guess it's more like assault? Dark, probably graphic?? 

Notes: 100/10 on this one. Honestly it was fun to write-

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You knew the moment you stepped into the house she knew and it wasn’t a good thing. The house was borderline destroyed from the glass shattered on the floor from the ‘family portrait’ on the floor to the burn marks across walls. Your shoes crunched as you walked across the remains of the crystal chandler that's been in the house for generations. You entered the living room and was immediately struck with a spell that had your black slamming into the wall. 

"You rat! You sniveling, useless, pathetic little rodent!” Her hoarse voice revealed how long she’d been screaming. She kicked the coffee table in the center of the room off to the side. “I should've known!" your mother screamed, her wand tightening in her hand. Her arm stayed stretched out, showing her lack of hesitance and empathy toward you. "You were always so ungrateful! So unbelievably selfish!" You held your head in your hands. A headache was throbbing beside your temples- you must've really hit your head on the wall- and her screaming was not helping it out at all. Her yells echoed in the house, almost shaking the shattered windows of the living room.

"What are you going on about?" you asked, finally raising your head to look at her. Her makeup was messy, her hair was an actual rats nest and her eyes were darker than you've ever seen. She looked insane, more so than usual.

"Don't act like you don't know! You betrayed the Dark Lord for that.. That boy!" Bellatrix screeched out, making long steps across the shard covered carpet to corner you. "Honestly! A Weasley, (Y/n)! A blimey, no good for nothing blood traitor! I raised you better than that!"

You stared at her with wide eyes. She knew. Oh, of course she knew who you were sneaking out almost every night to see! She probably found out herself or maybe Draco tattled, that coward. It didn’t matter how she knew, she knew you were with a Weasley, sneaking out almost every night to see him, the other Weasleys and the Order. 

"Raised me? I'm sorry, raised me?!" You genuinely had to laugh at that. "You can not take credit for how I came out! You didn't raise me!  No, no even close! You dropped me off at the Malfoys like a stray dog.” You didn’t even flinch when she jabbed her wand right under your chin, a sneer growing on her features. 

You tried to ignore how much it hurt to be ditched by your own mother, forced to swivel and basically praise the Malfoys for taking in someone like you. You were nothing compared to Draco. Everyone wanted a compliant son like Draco, but no, you had to be different, see your mother for how she really was. You could remember when she showed up one random day after graduating your 4th year, claiming she loved you, missed you, how times got too tough to have a baby boy around the house. The thought now made you sick. She didn’t care about you for fourteen years, but suddenly she does. Since then, life has been hell. Except around George. 

“I should’ve left you on the streets.” Her voice was barely a whisper as she grabbed your shoulder. Her unusually sharp nails seemed to phase right through your shirt. “I should’ve drowned you in a river, I should’ve given you to the Dark Lord himself.” Her nails dug deeper into your skin, puncturing it, leading to small droplets of red to seep into the cotton of your shirt. Your pain must’ve made itself known because she smirked and tossed her head back in loud laughter that made your temples throb again. “I should’ve killed you myself.” She pulled away from you, stepping back a few paces before turning swiftly to face you once again. She did a curtsy, not taking her eyes off you. 

“Clearly, there’s a lot we both should’ve done.” Your voice cracked as you pulled out your own wand from your pocket, holding it tightly. You stepped forward a few spaces and bowed, understanding what she wanted. She wanted you to suffer. She casted a spell before you could even blink, her laugh echoed in the house again.

“Crucio!” 

Your body slammed against the wall a second time, except this time, it felt like your heart was actually going to stop. It felt like every nerve was being ripped in half one by one, like you were being burned alive but drowning in an icy river at the same time. You physically couldn’t stop the scream of pure agony that ripped from your throat. 

You crashed to the floor as your muscles tensed up. The spell lifted before another scream could fly from your lips, giving your now aching muscles a break. You curled into a tight  ball, your knees to your chest, as your.. ‘Mother’ let out yet another cackling laugh. Honestly, you weren’t sure she ever stopped.

“What’s wrong, (Y/n)? Too much for you? Maybe I should just call you Weasley. You’re just as pathetic and dimwitted as they are.” She giggled, bouncing on her feet, before doing a spin. “Oh, I do love your scream though.” 

You were trying to blink through the tears and ignore the way your gut was twisting itself up. You officially envied anyone who said crap about Longbottom's parents- they didn’t deserve this. Through the tears, your eyes landed on your wand, just in arms reach. With a shaky, weak hand, you reached for it, an equally shaky breath leaving your lips when your fingertips grazed across the wood. It was so close. that was, until a heal came to rest into the back of your hand.

“Oh, I’m sorry, my insane rambling is too boring for you, is it?” Bellatrix spat out. She lowered herself onto one knee, putting testing her weight against the bones in your skin. You sucked in a breath, your eyes squinting shut. While she was down there, she decided to go on a tangent on how her life was so difficult, how she couldn’t have her love with her, whoever the fuck that was, and how she was a good mother. 

“You’re such a bitch.” You whispered out. While the witch was so worried about your hand and spitting all over your face with her sob story, you’d managed to grab your wand. You threw a punch, right to her crooked grin. The punch wasn’t your strongest, but it gave you enough leeway to wiggle your hand free and aim your wand at her, casting stupefy to throw her back. Before she could do anything else, you booked it out the door, running as fast as you could. You didn’t look behind you when she started screaming again.

“Ingrate! Go run off to those pathetic blood-traitors! You deserve to be with your own kind! A bunch of filthy low-lives!” 

You rounded the corner and apparated to where you knew they would be, where you’d be safe. With a crisp pop, you were in front of the door of none other than Sirius’ Black’s home. You didn’t bother knocking, you didn’t need too. You stumbled into the house, effectively cutting off everyone’s casual conversation in the living room. You ignored Molly’s gentle calls and Remus trying to see if you were ok. You just sprinted up the stairs, calling for your boyfriend. 

You didn’t even realize you were crying until your body collided with George’s, his arm wrapping tightly around your waist while the other went straight to your hair. He rocked your back and forth, his voice whispering everything was going to be ok in your ear. You didn’t even notice the crowd forming behind you.

“Cupcake, I’m going to need you to tell me what happened, ok?” He gently pulled you from his chest, his hands cupping your wet cheeks to wipe away your tears.

“She knows. Someone told her- or- or she followed us but she knows and-” You took in a shaky breath, being gently dragged back into a hug by the ginger. You couldn’t see it, but George, while never usually one to jump to violence, was close to throwing hands.

“LeStrange?” He asked, wanting clarification over who the ‘she’ actually was. When you nodded into his chest, his arms tightened around you. “Ok,’ he whispered, “ok, how about we go assess the damage, hmm?” He guided you down the hall, ignoring the questions about what happened, and taking you straight to the clean bathroom. 

George shut the door once you were sitting on the edge of the bathtub. He wasn’t quite sure if he was more heartbroken over the fact that you were shaking, struggling to breath and bouncing your leg rapidly or pissed that she dared to lay a hand on you. He knelt in front of you, a sad smile across his lips as he rubbed your knees. “What did she do, love?” 

You told him about the wrecked house, the yelling, the headache, the tiny scabs on your shoulder and how she fucking stood on your hand. You left out the curse, worried he’d actually go over there himself and hex the daylights out of her. No one would admit it but any Weasley could easily go from lovable dorks to murderous slayers in 3.4 seconds if provoked correctly. 

“Can I see your shoulder? I want to make sure it won’t get infected with whatever she carries.” His fingers gently pulled at the hem of your shirt, his eyes staring into yours as he waited for your approval. You suddenly found it hard to speak. He wasn’t gentle all the time, but when he was, it always stole your breath. 

When you finally nodded and raised your arms, he slipped your shirt over your head. The fabric slipped from his grasp as he stared at your bare chest, shoulders and arms. You could see every emotion flickering past his irises- worry, sadness, anger. 

“What?” You followed his gaze. Along your chest, stomach and shoulders, a bright red pattern of welts had formed. How you didn’t notice, you weren’t sure, but now that you were looking at them, they started throbbing. The marks seemed to mimic lightning bolts, but rounder, breaking apart and covering your body, but they all started at one spot. An angry lopsided organic shape stood out below your right peck, just on your rib cage- that was where the spell hit. The marks didn’t stop at your shoulders, or your neck. They traveled down to your very fingertips and a few made themselves known just along your jaw and across your cheek.

“(Y/n),” His use of your first name unnerved you, “what aren’t you telling me?” George’s hand reached out to gently touch where the bitch’s spell hit you while his eyes flicked up to yours. You stayed quiet, your chest shaking as you took in another nervous breath. You licked your lips, thinking over your next words carefully.

“She may have used the Cruciatus Curse on me.” You looked down at your hands, fiddling with your fingers. You heard him take a sharp breath. He whispered a quick ‘can you give me a moment?’ before walking out of the bathroom. You heard his heavy footsteps travel down the hall before a door slammed open, rattling the mirror hanging on the bathroom wall. 

“Freddie, I’m going to fucking lose it!” George’s voice carried easily through the hallway, causing you to jump. “No, I will not calm down! Shut up and listen!” The younger twin never spoke to his brother like that. “The crucio curse, Fred! The fucking, the, you know! For- I swear-” The door to the shared room slammed shut, the rattling mirror doing it’s thing again as you sat awkwardly in the bathroom alone. George kept going on and on about stuff you could no longer make out, but you could assume they were death threats sworn to come true.

After about 2 minutes, George came back, Fred trailing right behind him, a baggy Irish themed quidditch shirt and a pair of red sweatpants in his arms. George set the clothes down while Fred looked at the marks. 

“Bloody hell.” Fred sat down next to you. “Do they still hurt?” He let out a sigh of relief when you shook your head no. “Thank Merlin for that.” 

While Fred was chatting away, George had knelt in front of you again, his hand on the ball joint of your shoulder, his wand in his other hand. He whispered a quick healing curse on the five scabs before handing you the Irish t-shirt. 

“You ok?” George asked once the shirt was on. His hands had come back to your knees at some point and you weren’t quite sure when, but you appreciated the familiar warmth. 

“I don’t know. “ Your eyes were cast downward at the marks across your forearms and wrist, your eyebrows furrowed in frustration. “I… Don’t you think they’re.. Meeeh?” You raised your arms a little, referring to the scars. 

“Really?” The red-head trouble makers asked in unison, causing you to turn between them a few times. 

“What?” 

“Sunshine.” George spoke up from the floor, his hands twiddling together as he got your attention. He smiled a little when your eyes looked down into his. “Remember Umbridge?”

“Of course I do. I was there- I left with you guys-”

“Hush, I’m trying to be inspirational.” His words cause you to grin and snort. “Well, then you must remember the quill.” He brought his hand into your view, showing what he thought was oh so important he told you to hush. The scars from the quill were still there, only faded, but still extra pale against his normal tone. “You could hardly see ours anymore, love.”

You reached out for his hand hesitating, but in the end, you were running your fingers across the skin, noting the change in textures. You turned to Fred, who flashed you the same grin and held his hand up, revealing the same scars. 

“Right..” You smiled, turning back to the twin you called yours. “They fade but-”

“-let you tell stories that strengthen you.” The twins finished, a wider smile on both of their faces. Fred stood up, ruffling your hair before heading out of the bathroom. George stood up after handing you the sweats. 

“I’ll let you get dressed here, cupcake. Come on back to the room whenever you're ready.” George planted a kiss to your cheek before planting one swift one to your lips and heading out of the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind him.

“What would Molly say?” You asked, changing your pants and confirming the scars did run down to your ankles.

“After what you went through? She wouldn’t have the heart to make you stay anywhere else.” George called through the door before walking down the hallway to his room. You splashed some cold water on your face, hoping to wash away some of the trauma today would leave behind. 

Once your face was dry, you walked from the bathroom, to the shared room with the twins. You didn’t bother knocking once again, knowing you were more welcomed here than anywhere else. You plopped yourself on the bed, besides your boyfriend and snuggled into his side. Sure today would leave scars, mental and physical, but as George’s arms wrapped around you, you realized he was all you would need to stay intact in the end. 

And yeah, George did keep his promise for revenge in the end.

[infinitegalahad]

Uhmmm hey I hope you had a nice day! I saw the reqs are open so I was wondering if you'd write yandere prompt 19 with Speirs? 🥺👉👈

TYRANT FOR A WAR PIG

Summary: When Speirs had made a promise to you he'd do anything for you; he not only meant it, but proved it-with blood on his hands. Prompt: "Killing for you is my favorite hobby."

Word-Count: 5.4k

Warnings: PLEASE READ! Sexual assault (not done by Speirs; but the rest is), blood, guns, manipulation, stockholm syndrome, stalker like behavior, violence, forced-ish marriage, oh and some suggestive parts (with consent bc consent is sexy) BUT this is VERY DARK. BE WARNED. 

Notes: Hello anon-I had an okay day! I got a little carried away with this prompt. You asked for crazy and here is our murder daddy-with a tint of angst *knocks over the whole bottle*. Anyways, this was beyond fun to write. Now it's time to write my modern euro paper and drool about everybody's favorite war criminal. Enjoy! ❣️

Taglist: @tvserie-s-world @easy-company-tradition @liebgotttme @50svibes @ricksmorty @pennyllanne

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With the sounds of muffled, pained grunts and the gurgling of blood in the room right next to year, you were finding it hard to focus on the ongoing game of Go Fish. You slugged in the uncomfortable chair as you looked down at your legs-your once neat red dress covered in dirt and all ruffled all, your neatly done makeup all smeared with a red mark on your cheek, and your thighs turning yellow-new bruises beginning to form.

Whenever you’d heard a noise, you’d shut your eyes and flinch. Right in there was not only your assaulter but a killer. He was a drunk replacement and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whoever this drunk replacement was, he had one thing on his mind-you. He held your arms down as you kicked and screamed, attempting to rip your dress open. You kicked, fought, spit, and did whatever you could to get the fiend off of you. He responded back and left you with purple and red marks all over your body and face. Chuck had been driving by and attempted to break the situation up, but was met with a shot to the head. You didn’t remember much of the events after that besides the screams and blood.

Talbert threw his cards down in frustration and buried his hands in his face. Luz, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, held back a frustrated sigh.

You looked up, and you could see Luz's face of frustration rotate into pity. There was a small cut right under your eye. The blood was dry, and you didn’t even care to wipe it.

“Come on, let’s just play cards. That sound good?” Luz bargained, holding up the cards. He was desperately trying to lighten up the mood and distract the two of you, a man who might lose his best friend and a woman who was sexually assaulted, away from the commotion in the other room.

Talbert was being stubborn and stood up to catch a breather. Luz let him go and turned his gaze back to you. You had a poker face on-a minute away from bursting into tears. Your arms were shaky and your eyes warm and watery as you grasped onto the ends of your torn dress at the commotion coming from the other room. It played out in your head-easy company, surrounding your bloodied and beat abuser, taunting him.

“Y/n,” Luz gently called. He stood right behind you, holding out a cigarette back.

You looked up and wiped your eyes. “M’fine.”

“Yeah, and I’m back in Rhode Island,” Luz held out a hand, “There’s a bedroom upstairs. I’ll make sure you are as snug as a bug.”

You accepted Luz’s kind offer and took his hand. He helped you up and led you up the dark stairs to one of the bedrooms. It was a small quarter with a floral wall print, pristine sheets, and slanted walls.

“There’s a shower and some fresh clothes. I mean, if you wanna be a paratrooper at least.” Luz stated, adding some of his humor. You faked a subtle smile and thanked him before he headed out, leaving the door creaked open.

Tears began to stream down your eyes. You fell back and buried your face into a pillow. You felt disgusted with yourself. You felt dirty, untouched, a total whore. It wasn’t your fault-but that didn’t mean you still couldn’t carry the guilt on your shoulders. As much as you fought back, you still came out traumatized, scared, alone. The screams, the blood, it was all too much. You just wished it would go all just go away.

As you found yourself unable to shed more tears, the loud sound of a door slamming open caught your attention with booming footsteps. You slowly rose from the pillow and rubbed your eyes, hopping off of the bed to peek through the crack. Talbert and Floyd before stood up to walk over to the incoming figure-Ronald Speirs.

Your heart dropped as your nails dug into the door. The infamous captain who gave out free cigarettes as a “last meal” to German POWs, the infamous captain who ran through Foy like the madman he was, the infamous captain nicknamed “sparky” and “killer, the infamous captain who was nice to nobody-except you.

You were terrified of him; yet intrigued. He certainly wasn’t afraid of the enemy and didn’t mind shooting at them. It seemed that nothing scared him, and everybody accepted that. He was a killer, and you were simply a soldier who hated seeing blood. And yet, somehow in the grand scheme of things-Sparky had an obsession with you.

The two of you were so different and yet he followed you around like a lost puppy. Maybe it was because you were the only woman and he felt obliged to look after you, but you never knew and simply played along in fear of becoming like a German POW. You were assigned to follow him around. You got used to him and noticed how he was a magpie and psychopath. He showed you kindness and wasn’t as harsh to you as other members of easy company, and was insanely attractive, but that didn’t make him any less intimidating. Over time, you found it less scary to take a cigarette from him or be close to him.

You saw Speirs walk in with a blank face, but anger burning in his eyes.

“Where is he?”

Talbert stood up and walked towards him, “How’s Chuck?”

“I said-Where is he.” Speirs reiterated, sounding more annoyed.

“How is he doing?”

“Where is he!” Speris boomed as he shoved past Talbert and into the room. His scream made you jump, goosebumps appearing fresh over your body.

You were too far to hear the conversation, but you could hear Speirs’s low voice and the drunken replacement choking on his own blood. Once things had died down, your shoulders had loosened as you let out a sigh.

A gunshot rang through the room, causing you to jolt upwards. The sounds of a body thumping to the ground came from downstairs-and you knew what room it was coming from. Your heart sunk into your stomach as you came to realize what had just occurred.

The first night in Austria had sparked again in your mind. You and Speirs both sat on the Balcony, overlooking the beautiful Austrian lake and mountains that shimmered in the moonlight. There was a peaceful silence between you as Speris stood right next to you; dangerously close with his arm and legs breezing against your own arms and thighs. He made you look at him and he made a promise to you at the time that baffled you completely-but now had made sense.

“I would do anything for you,” He confidently stated, resting his hands on your shoulders. His thumb caressed the bare skin and went lower onto your back.

You raised an eyebrow at the sudden remark. Speirs’s dark eyes were burning into your soul. Feeling obliged you respond, you spat on what was on your mind.

“What do you mean?” Your voice shakes, along with your body. Was this it? What had you done wrong? It was better to accept that you were dead now.

Speris tightened his grasp onto you and pulled you close, “I would. I want you to know that, y/n. Understand?” He gently growled. Your bodies were close-and tight. You gulped and nodded your head. Once he loosened, you wiggled out of his arms and headed back into the ballroom with the rest of the drunken Easy company. You looked back once to see Speris standing there, a shadow covering half of his face as he looked at you-his features soft with an obsessed look in his eyes-like the way a hunter looks at its prey.

When Speirs had made a promise to you that he’d do anything for you-he not only meant it but proved it-with blood on his hands.

You could hear a silence followed by Speirs, asking Luz or Talbert where you were. With goosebumps overtaking your body, you stood up and backed towards the bed, gently sitting on it as you looked down at your shaking, bruised legs.

Oh, God-whatever mess you were in, you were certainly going to be stuck in it-especially with Ronald Speirs, who lived up to his childish nickname of “The Killer.”

The door slammed up and you jerked your head up to see “The Killer” in all of his glory. His hair had been ruffled and messed into its gorgeous glory, his shirt was two buttons loose and showed off the dark hair on his chest- His sheer appearance sent goosebumps all over your body. Once he entered the form, his gaze averted tight to you-unable to move with a fixed gaze.

“You’re here,” He said with a sigh of relief. Turning to close the door, he began to talk. “I was worried about you.”

You didn’t respond. Once the door clicked close, he threw his cap and gun to the bedside and sat right next to you. His fingers tenderly titled your head in his direction. You didn’t want to look at Speirs-and simply see what wrong he had done. You knew he was insane, but this-it was another step, especially since it was a personal matter. You attempted to yank your head away, but his grasp became firm.

Speirs’s thumb’s caressed the side of your cheek. “You’re hurt,” Speirs acknowledged. He seemed disappointed-you were left in a room all by yourself with no ice, bandages, nothing. He scooted closer to you, “Y/n. Answer me.” He pulled you closer to him, his voice in a low and dark growl. You grabbed his grist and shoved him off as you nearly fell off the bed, but caught yourself, and backed up against the wall.

“You killed him. Put a gun to his head and shot him-” You spat as bits of saliva came from your mouth. Your finger touched your chin to reveal a warm, red liquid. Looking down at Speirs’s hands, they were covered in them. It only made you feel more enraged than you already were. “-Murdered him in cold blood. You monster. How could you do that? Just shoot them and...” You buried your face in your hands as a sob escaped your mouth. It felt like someone was standing on your chest; the pain, the guilt, everything- it was unbearable.

Speirs knew that if he wanted, he could have held you down. But he didn’t want to do that, especially to you, his guardian angel. You had already been hurt tonight, and he didn’t want to add onto that by accidentally bruising you. He was well aware of his infamous reputation and power over others-everybody was scared of him, all accept you.

The two of you were opposites; one was a war criminal, the other someone who felt guilty for killing even if it was justified. You made Speirs believe that there was an ounce of good left in his world. You were the most beautiful woman Speirs that laid eyes on; your pretty pink lips, your soft (y/s/c) skin, your flowery scent, your long and soft locks, you must have been a fallen angel, lost in a wicked war. He was obsessed with you, and it became harder to hide his obsession with you-especially in Austria. He stole jewelry, expensive dresses, perfumes-anything to make you smile. Seeing your face brighten at the gifts made Speirs’s lip’s uncomfortable as a smile would form on his lips-which was uncommon. You were always beautiful, but in Austria-you were truly no longer an angel in disguise. You had blossomed and spread your wings.

Speirs rose from the bed and looked perplexed; like a lost puppy. He was saddened by your sudden jerk away, seeing the raw emotion and hypersensitivity that you displayed. Furrowing his eyebrows, he titled his head.

“Do you think a man like him deserved to walk around? Do you know what else he could have done, y/n? Would you want to see more dead soldiers and battered women?” Speirs coldly denounced, “Just another useless body of oxygen. And as for a monster,” He took slow steps for you, a low growl, “I’m no monster compared to him. Be careful with your words. Do I make myself clear?”

Like a stubborn and misconceiving child, you looked away and squinted your eyes, holding back your forming tears. Speirs was insane, but he had a point-the replacement had to be stopped, but it meant taking a human life. The blood was all over Speirs’s hands, and he had no issue with it. You, even though you had been hurt, did. And it frustrated you.

Speirs walked right up to you and slammed his fist into the wall. You jumped away at the loud noise and he exploded at you. “Do I make myself clear, damint!” He bared teeth, his face flushed red. You could feel his heavy breaths right on you, just a foot away. Fidgeting and sweating, you were scared. You backed away into another wall, your hair falling in front of your face. Your legs were shaking as you tried to hold something for comfort. But once you couldn;t find them, the tears had finally overcome. Big tears ran down your cheeks as you let out a sob, falling down as you buried your face in your hands. Your world was finally dark-and all you wanted to be was ok and not scared, confused, alone-all those horrible feelings that you were currently stuck with.

Speirs saw that his fit wasn’t helping the situation. He saw that you were hurting, and he wanted to pull out a wand and make it all disappear, he wanted to see you smile again, but he didn’t know how to do that and it made him not only mad at the world but himself. It broke his stone-cold here to see you on the floor, sobbing your eyes out, a complete mess.

Speirs walked over and bent down your level. You hadn’t even noticed, lost in your loud sobs. He gently put his arms around you and brought you close to his chest. You had looked up from your darkness to see Ronald with a sympathetic look in his eyes. Instead of pushing him away and calling him a monster, you fell right into the monster’s grasp. The beauty falling for the beast. Falling in his chest, Speirs gently sighed as he secured you in his protective grasp, letting you sob into his chest as he stroked your [y/h/c] [y/h/t], comforting you.

Speirs's grasp was comforting to you. Unlike the replacement, his touch was loving and kind, not forced and harsh. He kissed your hair and stroked it, whispering soft reassuring words as you cried into his chest.

“Shhh,” He cooed into your hair, his fingers getting entangled in your long, silky locks. “You’re here with me, Mo ghràdh. I promise you that nobody will ever hurt you again-ever.”

Once your tears had faded, you leaned in his chest and looked up at him. A faint smile appeared on his cheeks as he caressed your cheek, his other hands playing with your hair, which smelt of the flowery perfume that he had stolen for you. The aroma drove him madder than he already was.

“Do you realize how beautiful you are?” He stated as he wiped away spare tears. You tried to look down in embarrassment, but he held your chin. “You truly are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Too kind and good for this world.”

“Thank you…” That is all you could mutter. You felt comforted and secure in Speirs’s hug. “I’m not innocent.”

Speirs bite a smile back, “You say that, but you are. This world is a terrible place, and they don’t deserve an angel like you. Too good, too kind, too pretty for this war.” His words were becoming possessive as he grabbed your head and held it to his shoulder, his fingers once again stroking your hair until it reached the middle of your lower back. “Have you heard of Hades and Persephone?”

You were confused at the analogy but nodded. “Hades, the lord of the underworld and Persephone is his wife, no?”

“Yes. Hades was alone in the underworld and saw Persephone on the surface, picking flowers. He was so in love with her that he took her down to the underworld. She was unhappy at first but grew to love him. She made him a better person,” Speirs told as he averted his gaze down to you. Once you realized the analogy, you felt your heart drop. Speirs had an interest in history and would blurt it out when he pleased. But now that it had affected you, and you didn’t know how to take it.

“Ron…” You said, speechless. Was this his confession?

“Y/n, my pretty little angel, I love you,” Speirs confessed with his pupils enlarged and cheeks red, his hand resting on your lower back as he pulled you close to his face, “From the first day I saw you, I knew I was in love. You’re too good for me, but just like I said, Persephone made Hades a better person.”  His hand ran down your neck and noticed a fresh bruise, placing a kiss right onto it. “Isn’t it obvious?” His nose buried into your soft skin, “You smell nice. You’re wearing the perfume I gave you.”

“...you left that there?” You questioned. The dresses, the jewelry, everything had been left for you in your room-it was all from him?

“Of course, angel.” Speirs planted a kiss on your neck, “Remember the promise I had made to you?” He left a trail of kisses on his neck, leaving marks all over your pretty neck to make sure the world knew that you were his angel.

“Anything…” You held back a moan as he dug hands into his messy hair. His hands wrapped around your waist as they picked you up, taking you to the loveseat. He placed you down as he leaned on top of you, passionately kissing you. He loved to see you so flustered and red, caught in his grasp.

You looked down at him with your red face and stuttered, “That man…the one who hurt me...you…”

“Killing for you is my favorite hobby,” He stated with pride, “And I’d do it again for you, until the end of time. Nobody hurts you, ever.”

Your eyes widened with horror as your hands fell down into your lap. Speirs had shot him, for you. It was his way of expressing his sick and twisted obsession, or his “love” for you. He grabbed your hands and held them close to his chest.

“Say it,” He demanded.

“Say what?”

“Say you love me.”

You shook your head as Speirs’s face became dark once again. The kind and loving Speirs was forming into the possessive and aggressive one that had killed for you.

“Fine. You need time, I understand,” Speirs sighed and stood up, leaving on alone on the loveseat. Running a hand through his messy hair, he grabbed his hat and threw it back on. “You are to stay in this room and not leave for any reason”.

You rose through the chair, baffled. “What?”

“You heard me the first time. You will not leave this room under any circumstance.” He reiterated.

You shook your head and walked right past him, “You’re not my mother.”

Speirs grabbed your wrist and twisted you around to face him, a hand on your lower back.

“But you are mine. You listen to me, angel.”

Just as you were about to break away, a faked cough interrupted your intimate session. Both of you turned to see Eugene Roe, the quiet medic, standing at the doorway with widened eyes. He had seen most of everything that had occurred.

Speirs looked at him with annoyance, “Yes?”

Eugene looked at you with his big sad eyes before turning to Speirs, clearing this throat. “ We think ‘there's a docta’ in ‘da town ‘overah that can ‘help Grant. Rather go sooner 'than later.”

Speris sighs and nods. “Fair,” He let go of your hands and began to walk towards the door to leave, only to see Eugene look over at you. Eugene witnessed something he was not supposed to see occur, and now he was worried for you. You looked back at him, your eyes pleading for him to go, but he stood there and looked at you.

Speirs had noticed the strange behavior and tapped Eugene on the shoulder as he looked back at you. “Eugene, did you see y/n when she first arrived?”

Eugene looked over at Speris with a glance and nodded, “Yesir’. Why ask?”

“Because from the looks of it, she’s got cuts and bruises all over her body, and yet she doesn’t have a single bandage or ice pack.” Speris noticed with a disappointed look. “What do you have to say to that?”

“Sir, I had no idea-“ Eugene put his hands up, “I was dealing’ with a dying’ man while you were guilt tripping’ ���day poor ‘girl ‘inta ‘luvin yah.”

Speirs towered over Eugene and was about to bark at him, but you interviend.

“Please, just go save Chuck’s life. That’s all I ask you to do,” You pleased with the men, “Ron, do it for me. Please..” Eugene looked at you as his eyes screamed for you to say no, but you exhaled and looked at him. “I love you…”

Speirs didn’t hesitate and pulled your head into his, leaving a quick peck on your forehead. “Oh, Angel...don’t worry your pretty little head. I’ll be back soon. In the meantime, you take care of yourself. Okay?”

You nodded and watched Eugene and Speirs leave the room. Eugene looked back, but Speirs grabbed his shoulders and forced him to walk on. You closed the room and leaned against it, letting out a sigh as you buried your hands on your face, wiping your red eyes.

You should have known this whole time that Speirs was in love with you-it was as clear as day. The gifts, the looks, everything-it was all for you. Now you were trapped in his gaze, unable to leave it. He had left marks all over your neck just to mark you as his and only his. The outfit you wore and the perfume were especially from him. He truly was in love with you, and you had claimed you were as well.

You wanted to love Speirs since he comforted you in your worst moments, but he was obsessed with you and would do anything to have you as only his.

But it didn’t matter. Just like Persephone had eaten the pomegranate seeds to tie herself to Hades, you had said those three fatal words that tied you to Speirs. There was no escaping or leaving. You were Speirs’s guardian angel, bound to him. His and his only.

———

May 8th not only marked Victory in Europe, but it was also the date that Speirs had proposed to you in front of the company. You accepted, even though you hesitated to do so. In the crowd of drunken men, your eyes met with Roe’s worried ones. What you had wished was a rumor about Speirs shooting the drunk replacement wasn’t true-but it all was. The man refused to talk in front of you since you were his fiance, but that didn’t mean that their whispers weren’t loud enough for you to hear.

Speirs saw no time to wait to get back to the states and wanted to get married right in Austria. You simply stood there and smiled, just following along. The two of you had gone from technician to lientaunt, friends, lovers, and eventually, fiances in the span of five years, and yet even though he was your betrothed-you were still scared of him. You knew he’d never hurt you, but to think of the blood that stained his hands-all of the lives he took regardless if they were good or bad-it always made you think what he was capable of.

But you could tell that Speirs knew about the rumors and the fear he spread around. He could’ve been serious or could've done conversation actions simply for shock factor. With you, he wanted to spend every second with you, whether that be stealing new jewelry for you or drinking your days away in the Austrian sun. With you slung in his lap, he’d talk to you about the life he had planned for the two of you; a nice house in Massachusetts, a dog or two, maybe children, and some travel to Europe.

Sure, he knew that he was moving fast in your sudden relationship, but Speirs loved you more than anything in the world, and he made it clear. You truly did love him, but you found it hard too since he was a killer. He had no issue with violence and death. Maybe the war had made him numb, but down the road, it would affect him down the line-and so with you. How would you tell your family that your future husband was not only possessive of you and kept you always by his side, but that he was a war criminal? A killer-and prideful.

Your wedding was intimate and set by the lake. Everyone was dressed in their new uniforms, showered, and looking cut. You wore a white dress that had “magically” appeared in your bedroom-you knew it was Ron, but you chose not to ruin the surprise. He would, in his words, “borrow” outfits and bring them to you along with matching jewelry, shoes, and whatever accessory he could find for you. He refused to let you deny it and you simply wore the outfits.

Just like he had promised you a thousand nights ago, in his speech as he held your hands under the moonlight, he promised that he would do anything for you. Blood flashed upon your eyes and it made you look away. Once he had said his vows, it was your turn. Looking down, you could feel a sweat overcome you. In the busy crowd, Roe’s eyes met with yours. He always looked down, and became good at hiding it, but his eyes screamed “it’s not too late”. Ron squeezed your hands, impatient for those simple words that would bind you and him until your dying days.

You were conflicted-you loved Ron, yet you were scared of him. What he was capable of doing and his obsessive love for you.

Letting out a sigh, you looked up at Ron and put on a smile to shield the nerves that ran down your body. “I do.”

And it was settled-you were a married woman. Ron pulled you close and placed a kiss on your lips, tender, but his tongue fought for entry. The company simply clapped and cheered for you. The two of you walked down the aisle, hand in hand to the reception.

Once the crowd had passed you, it was just Ronald and you, in the dark hallway. You looked to the side, thinking about your decision. Was it right, or were you walking into a death trap?

“Y/n,” Speirs said your name in a sweet voice. You looked over and put on a smile not to worry him. He took a minute to examine your features, the makeup you had put on, and the jewelry that he had stolen-just for you-his wife.

“Is Doc bothering you at all?” He questioned as he slowed down his walking to a full halt. “He kept looking at you.”

You felt your heart drop a little as you let out a nervous chuckle, shaking your head. “Not at all. He’s just a friend.”

Speirs looked annoyed with a dark look in his eyes, “He should keep his nose out of our business.”

“Ron,” You insisted. The last thing the two of you needed was another person missing or dead and more rumors to follow along. “You’re jumping to conclusions.”

“Then stay away from him. He’s bad news.” Ron stated, his arm pulling you close to his shoulder. Your eyes widened as you bit your lip. Eugene had done nothing wrong and was a case of the wrong place, the wrong time. He had tried to talk to you, but you distanced yourself. It was for his safety, not yours. Holding back a sigh, you looked at your husband and nodded.

“I will.” You lowly promised.

Ron’s gloomy expression twisted into a smile as he patted your head, placing a kiss on your forehead. “That’s a good girl,” His hand stroked the top of your head as he looked down at you in admiration, “I don’t mean to be so harsh-you know I’m just looking out for you.”

You fought the urge to use his logic against him, but you bite your tongue to loosen the tension. “I know you are, and I appreciate you making me feel safe. Thank you, love.” You caressed your knuckles against his sharp cheekbone. “Can we move past this now and celebrate?”

With no words spoken, you and Ron headed to the balcony to celebrate with your friends. It was full of alcohol and food. You and the company sat at a long table and drank, sang, and cried your hearts out. Ron and you had decided to leave early and headed back to your room. You wished you had stayed behind and had said hello to your friends, but Ron had dragged you out. He wanted the ceremony to be as small as possible, and it was time for you and him to have alone time. Ron was well aware of the situation that had happened recently. Seeing you walk down the aisle, all cleaned up and pretty for him, made him go mad. He made sure to be gentle with you, asking every minute if whatever he was doing was ok. He wanted to make sure that you were enjoying the experience. It was hard to be gentle with you, but he wanted to learn how to.

Your clothes had been thrown all over the floor along with the sheets. You laid near the headboard as Speirs held your hips, gently thrusting into you. Your moans and cries of his name and “Liteuant” made his cock throb. Despite everything he had done, in that moment, you loved him.

Blast, you were stunning, even in the dim lights of their bedchambers. Sweat glistened on your smooth skin, and your already-growing breasts that he had paid great attention to were still reddened, rising and falling with each heavy breath. Her hair was spread out in curls on the pillow, and your smile could warm a thousand worlds. And inside her lay would lay life that Ron would help create.

Ron didn’t balk down from his feelings. This was y/n, his wife. And in this moment, despite the confusion and fear, he was glad to be with her.

“Then they would be jealous,” he told her, thrusting back and forth. “Jealous that I have you while others cannot, jealous that we created something special that they could only ever dream about. Y/n, I love you. I love our baby. I love our family.”

Suddenly, you let out a little grunt, and Ron felt that tiny jolt in her.

In reality, you had froze. He had climaxed in your and fell down right next to you, pulling you into a sloppy and wet kiss as you held onto your hair, your nails digging in. He was jealous and passionate for you and only you. Ron wanted to make the world know that you were his wife by all means, which meant hovering over you like an overprotective mother with their child.

You were a free sprint who was known for your independence and stubbornness. That part of you wanted to rebel against Speirs’s tight grasp of you.

And yet, you had already chosen your fate. You were in love with a tyrant, a criminal, a killer. You had made a promise to him that you could no longer look back on and change, and Ron knew that. He wanted to keep you, his little wife, at his side at all costs.

[santigarcia]

Electric Plug 🔌

Human Touch Part Seven

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six

word count: 4.5k

rating: M for smut, dirty talk, slight mentions of violence and cheating (pls don’t read unless ur 18+!)

summary: You go see Nathan after his accident, and an old flame rekindles. 

a/n: thank you all so much for reading this series! let me know what yall think! thank you to @punkpascal​ and @sergeantkane​​ as always!!

You call the hospital, pleading with them to give you information if he’s ok. But all you hear is a loud click. This is the only time that Nathan’s fame bothers you. It makes you sick to think that people want to know if he’s ok for their gossip mags. You feel guilt, and that gnawing raw feeling deep in your gut that only he gave you.

For the next few weeks, you keep tabs on him. Your wedding is in less than a month, and you’ve spent more time stalking the internet for info on your ex than you have with your own wedding. But all the work is being done for you. Jack seems to be more involved in it than you.

All you can think about is Nathan. You suppose that’s a bad thing, right before your wedding. But you want to know he’s alright. He could have died thinking you hate him. And while you did for some time, you don’t anymore. If you’re being totally honest you kind of hated him even when you were together. He drove you insane sometimes, but you miss that.

As soon as you get the word Nathan has been sent home, you call your cousin up.

“Aren’t you getting married in a week?”

Yes, yes you are. But you need to see him. You tell her that you need to get a way for just a day or two, that the stress of the wedding is too much. She agrees to let you come up, and you plan to fly back to the states together.

It’s been so long since you got lost and showed up soaking wet at Nathan’s door. This time, you dress for the occasion. Your best little black dress. Sleek heels. You do your hair, makeup, and wear the perfume that used to drive him wild. You’re not entirely sure why you do this, but deep down you know. You just won’t admit it. You want him to admit he fucked up. You want him to want you back.

So, when you knock on his door, you yourself feel a little thrill. But the nerves hit. You haven’t spoken to him in at least two years, and neither of you got closure from the situation. You’re about to reopen a wound that’s barely healed.

Or maybe not – he’s not answering the door.

You start to bang on it, you know he’s home. The lights are on.

“Nathan! Open up!”

When the door finally opens, you’re greeted with Nathan, his face one of surprise, but it quickly turns to a scowl.

”I know I am the last person you want to see right now but-“

“What? What do you want?” he cuts you off. You think of all the things you want to tell him. To ask him. You want to apologize; you want him to apologize. You want to know if he’s ok. But that’s not what comes out.

“Ok I know things ended badly, but I'm getting married next week and-“ you grab him and kiss him deeply. Your tongue delves into his mouth, and he quickly deepens the kiss himself. “I need you.” You tell him, you’re breathless.

“You’re gonna regret this, baby,” he grabs your ass and pulls you to him, and somehow manages to close the door behind you both.

“Make me regret it,” you moan into him. Damn, you’ve missed this. This is the raw passion you’ve been missing. His strong arms hold you tight and he backs you into a wall. His hands are on your dress, already quick to hike it up over your hips.

With the quirk of a brow, he looks at you when he sees you’re without underwear. Ok, maybe this is what you wanted.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you, baby.” He sucks on your neck as he wraps your legs around his waist. His teeth almost hurt, but it’s a good pain, you wouldn’t trade it for anything. “You shouldn’t even be near here. Near me.”

“Please, I’m begging you,” you whine. You didn’t mean to sound this desperate but now that his hands and mouth are on you it just comes out. You claw at his shirt, wanting him to take it off. You need his skin on yours. He pulls back to tug it off, and in the process, he rips your dress open. This frees your bare chest, and he grabs your tits with a fiery aggression. He squeezes them and bites on your shoulder.

His chest is heaving, and the truth spills out.

“I missed you so fuckin’ much, you know that? No one takes my cock quite as well as you do.”

You hate that he’s right, and it only makes you wetter for him.

“No one gives it like you do,” you tell him, moaning trying to get him to push himself inside. You’re desperate, aching.

“Damn right.” He lightly smacks your clit, and you cry out. “I’m the only one who fucks this pussy right.”

“Please!” you buck your hips trying to urge him on. “I need you!”

He finally gives you what you want and thrusts into you hard. He fills you so well, and you choke out a gasp. He’s so proud of himself, he can’t let this moment slip by.

“Oh, you always take me so well kitten,” he grunts shifting his position and hitting you deeper. “This is my pussy, isn’t it? You love it when I fuck this tight pussy? Say it.”

“Nathan!” you dig your nails into his back, and he buries his face into your neck.

“Say it.”

“I love it when you fuck this tight pussy!” you scream as he rubs his thumb over your clit. He’s giving it hard, but you need it. You need all of him. And he fuckin’ knows it.

“Yeah, I can tell how much you love it,” he growls. “You love having my big cock inside you, don’t you? I bet your little fuck toy fiancé can’t fill you nearly as well as I do, does he?”

“No,” you gasp, “only you. I belong to you.”

“Good girl, fuck!” his head falls on your shoulder, he rubs your clit harder to match his heavy thrusts. “I want you to come for me and show me just how good you can be. Okay kitten?”

You whine and claw at him, “I’m so close, please! Let me come!”

“Do it. Come all over my fucking cock.”

With the sound of his voice and the press of his thumb, you find your release. It’s white hot and intense, and your lower back cramps from the intensity of your squeezing around him. You gasp for air and grunt while he still pushes into you. He’s chasing his high and you want him to hit it.

“FUCK! Fuck, can I come inside you?” his voice is full of need, he’s not above begging to fill you up.

“Do it,” you say back to him. “I want all of you.” And that’s the truth.

“Fuck, fuck. That’s it. Oohhh. Oh shit, you take my cum so well,” he chuckles and kisses your cheek. Your bodies still but your chests heave together.

“He doesn't - not like this.” In fact, he’s never given you such pleasure. It’s only ever about him.

“Poor baby, you’ve been neglected, haven’t you?” He smirks kissing you again. “Your thin dick fiancé can’t take care of you properly, hmm?”

“Nathan you wouldn't believe, he- he just doesn't- You know exactly what to do to get me soaked,” you sigh and flutter around him when he pulls out.

“I know you. More than just sexually.”

You nod, he truly does.

“Fuck we made a mess,” he grins and sets you down on the floor. Your knees tremble and your dress is torn around your waist. Nathan’s slick is sliding down your thighs. “Come on,” he hands you his shirt off the floor, and he pulls your torn-to-shreds dress off your body.

You follow him down the familiar maze of his home into your bedroom. You sit down on the bed and he disappears into the bathroom. He returns with a rag to clean you up, and when he’s finished, he lays down beside you. He curls up close to you and kisses your neck before he gets settled.

It’s quiet for a while. You just hold each other in silence. It’s nice. A still moment with him is what you’ve been missing.

He breaks the silence with a sigh, then comes the question you’ve been waiting for.

”Do… do you love him?”

Tears well up in your eyes, and you feel your chest tighten. Nathan’s calm, but you know he’s dying for an answer.

“I- I don't know anymore. I started dating him after we broke up because well, he wasn't you. And now that's- that's the problem. He's safe.  But he’s boring. And he only cares about himself.”

It’s as if you’re just now realizing what you’ve known all along.

“Don’t marry him.” It’s not a plea, it’s not a demand. It’s a casual statement. But when he buries his face in your neck that tells you how he really feels. “I know we didn’t part on the best of terms, but… fuck, I’ve missed you.”

“Really? I- I mean I know we just angry fucked – But I thought you would never wanna see me again. Especially after what I did to you. We both did stupid things.”

“Baby I missed you the whole time. Didn’t you know? I was angry and scared because I was in love with you and it just seemed better to let you go then to end up hurting you.” He sighs pulling you in closer, his lips press softly into your skin. “But then cuz I was an asshole I hurt you and pushed you out.”

“I know, I think I always knew.”

“And he’s cheating on you anyways.”

“What?”

“Oh shit, that’s right. You never saw the texts. I told you everything.”

You sit up and look down at him laying in the bed. He’s so gorgeous, it’s as if you’ve forgotten. You’re still that girl with a crush on him.

“I ignored the texts cuz I was mad at you over the AI. He’s really cheating on me?”

“I know,” he smiles sadly. “I’m onto new tech now though. Smart Home Devices. But yeah, shit baby, I’m sorry I had to be the one to tell you. I stalked him online,” he clears his throat. “You know-“

“Cuz you were jealous,” you giggle and lean down to kiss the grey spot on his head.

“Ok, yeah fuck it I was. I wanted to see who I lost you to. But then it was pretty obvious he was cheating, and I tried to let you know, but you never answered.”

“I’m sorry about that, by the way. For not answering.”

“I’m sorry I did all that behind your back.”

“It’s just- if I had been here,” you start to sniffle. You look down at the scar on his chest, and it makes your heart pound. “What if something had happened, and I never got to tell you…” you wipe your tears on your sleeve. “Are you okay?” You reach out and touch the scar on his chest. His skin chills from your touch, but he’s still, he lets you touch him.

“I’m not okay without you. But yeah, I’m fine. Couple scars.”

“And what did you mean earlier? When you said you were in love with me? Was? Does this mean you aren't in love with me anymore? What am I even doing here? I don't know what to do anymore. Everyone has been making decisions for me. No one cares about what I want.”

“Hey, easy kitten.” That familiar nickname. “No, I… I’m still in love with you.” He sits up to cup your face, forcing you to look at him. “I want you to choose. if you want to stay… I want to be better for you. But I want you to make the choice yourself.”

“Nathan, I- the fact that you want me to choose is making me want to stay.”

“Then stay,” he strokes your cheek with his thumb. “But only if it’s what you think is best for you.”

“You're what's best for me, no one has cared for me like you do. And no one gets under my skin like you do either,” you lean up to kiss his lips. “Listen to me right now Nathan. If I do this, if I call off that wedding, you have to promise me right now some changes will be made around here. For both of us.”

“I promise. I swear. Name it and it’s done.”

“I'm not telling you to stop drinking, but go easy ok? You scare me sometimes when you overdo it.”

“Done. Truth be told, if I have you, I won’t really need to drink. Being with you… it quiets my mind. What else?”

“I wanna be the only one. If you need to, I don't know, fuck one of the AI’s for some science thing that's fine, just tell me about it and don’t lie to me. But if it's for you to blow off steam? Come get me. Ok?”

“You’re the only pussy I want, I promise. And I’m done with them. Could never get them wet and warm like you,” he winks and pulls you into his arms. “You’re all I need.”

“And last thing….I need you to help me think of a way to tell my family and my fiancé this whole thing is off,” you wince at the thought. Either way you’re breaking it off with Jack because he’s cheating but bringing Nathan back after having just slept with him means you cheated too. “Because I technically cheated on him with you,” you say aloud.

“Nah, kitten. You decided it was over with him the moment you came out here. Fuck having cold feet, you were done.”

“You’re right,” you sigh, you couldn’t admit it to yourself, but he sees right through you. He always has.

“I know,” he grins.

“Ugh you ass,” you shove his chest.

“Ow, my scar!” he flops back dramatically on the bed. You play along and kiss all over his face.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”

“I’m not. What if you had gotten hurt? I’d never forgive myself. I was already a damn mess after you left.”

You can’t curl into him any closer, but it doesn’t stop you from trying. His warmth is so comforting. The smell of his soap on his skin. The expensive beard oil. You’ve missed rubbing that into his beard. Everything about being close to him reminds you that this is right, this is what you want. He is who you want.

“What about the wedding? It’s next week,” you sigh. The thought fills you with dread having to cancel everything.

“What if you went through with it? And then I come in and crash the wedding,” he chuckles. “Always wanted to crash a wedding.”

“Wait, that’s not a bad idea,” you giggle.

“We can do anything you want, baby. Hell, I’ll crash your wedding and be your groom if you want.”

“Did you- did you just say what I thought you said?” you sit up to look at him, you want to read the expression on his face. His eyes are serious, but there’s a slight smile on his lips, he nibbles on his lip.

“If you wanted. I know we’ve never talked about that, but… I’d like to. I wouldn’t mind getting hitched,” he shrugs, but you know he means it.

“I thought you didn’t believe in marriage,” you feel tears welling up in your eyes. This changes everything.

“People assume that,” he chuckles sitting up, his hands rub your thighs. “I’m not opposed. And if it would make you happy, then why the hell not?”

“I want that more than anything!” you lean forward to kiss him, and he leans back pulling you with him. His thumb strokes your back while you kiss his cheeks and lips.

“Then let’s get married. I wanna make you Mrs. Bateman,” he hums kissing you and he squeezes your hip.

“You’re gonna hate Jack,” you laugh realizing they’ll have to meet at some point.

“He’ll hate me when he realizes I’m stealing his fiancé.”

“I can’t believe I was going to marry him. I felt like I had to. I was mad at you, and I thought that would be my way to get back at you by saying yes, even though I felt pressured. I don't know what made me come back here to you, but I'll spend the rest of my life glad I did.”

“You came back because I’m irresistible,” he gives you a playful look. “I’m glad you came. I’m so glad you’re back. I want you to make your own decisions, so… I really hope you don’t feel like you have to marry me.”

“No, I want to. I want to marry you. I want you in my life. You respect me enough to make my own decisions. And you know where my g-spot is.”

He snorts out a laugh, “Ahhh, yes, my primary function as your future husband. Honestly wouldn’t mind if you just used me like a glorified sex toy. That’d probably be hot.”

You smile and kiss him again. You can’t seem to stop, and you don’t want to. He wraps his arms around you and your legs tangle between the sheets. He pushes into you slowly, your bodies mold together and it’s everything you could want.

“I can’t wait to crash your wedding,” he muses. You laugh imaging the chaos.

“You can’t wait to make a scene, can you?”

“Kitten, I am the scene.”

“What am I getting myself into?” you laugh.

You fall asleep in his arms that night and leaving his warmth the next morning is one of the hardest things you do.

“It’s just a few more days kitten,” he reassures you. And you know that but having him and then leaving is worse than you could have imagined.

Now you have to go back and pretend you’re excited to marry Jack. The excitement part is easy, you are excited about getting married, just not to Jack. You almost feel guilty, living this lie. But then you remember Jack has been cheating on you this entire time.

You went back and read the texts Nathan sent you on your flight home. Some of them broke your heart. Some of them were genuinely funny and he was trying to make you laugh. Anger burned in you when you found the texts about Jack. It was plain as day and you felt stupid, you’d missed it. You know all these women and it makes so much sense. There’d be nights when he was gone and had no excuse to be out of the house.

You don’t blame Nathan for fucking one of his AI’s. He was stressed and overwhelmed with love for you he panicked. Sure, it was a dick move, and he wasn’t thinking straight. But he knew it was wrong and apologized for it. Over and over. He’d tell you later that after you left, he couldn’t get off like he could when he was with you. The AI fucking was over, and after one almost killed him, he gave it up.

But Jack is flat out cheating on you and has been lying about it for years. He had the nerve to propose to you while he had women on the side. You feel so stupid.

You’re out of it during the rehearsal dinner. You pay attention to nothing during the actual rehearsal. Nathan is going to be there tomorrow and break it all up. You feel those butterflies thinking about him coming to save you.

He’s nervous. He’s barely talked to you, but you know why. This is a big change for him, but one he’s ready to embrace. He’s not one to back down from a challenge.

You wake up the day of your wedding with a text from Nathan. All it says is “good morning.”

If there was any doubt he wouldn’t show up, this blew them all away. He’ll be there.

You just don’t know when.

It changes everything. When you put on your dress, all your bridesmaids and family comment on how you’re glowing and radiant. You got this dress with Nathan in mind, you can’t wait for him to see you in it.

There’s a tremble in your step as you’re escorted down the aisle. No one knows the secret you’re hiding.

It’s at this moment you start to get anxious. You don’t know when he’ll interrupt. What if he backs out and you have to leave Jack in the middle of the ceremony?

Jack takes your hands; your heartbeat is rapid and sweat is on your palms. This isn’t the man you want, and it’s taking all of your willpower to not turn and look for Nathan.

The minister opens his mouth to speak when you hear a loud “STOP.”

Everyone else turns with shock to see Nathan at the end of the aisle, but you- you’re beaming, and tears fall down your cheeks.

His expression is soft, his eyes look like they’re about to spill over with tears. You’ve never seen him look so handsome. His beard is trimmed, he’s in tight grey slacks and a crisp white dress shirt. The sleeves are rolled up on his forearms, and you want to eat him alive he looks so good.

You waste no time running down the aisle to him. His arms open ready to catch you in a hug when you leap for him. He chuckles when your bodies touch- the air knocked out of him.

“Hey gorgeous,” he kisses your cheek. “You ready?” he asks stroking your cheek softly.

You nod and he takes your hand.

“Don’t look back.”

You take his hand; he squeezes it tight and you walk out front where a sleek black car is waiting for you. It takes you into town to the justice of the peace. The two of you thought this was simpler – and more appropriate than crashing a wedding and taking it over for your own. And as much as Nathan likes to make a scene, a smaller ceremony is more his speed.

“You look beautiful,” he tells you as you walk inside. He can’t take his eyes off you.

“Just don’t rip this one in half,” you snort out a laugh taking his arm.

“Baby, I’ll buy you a new one,” he pretends to pout.

When you reach the office, you gasp to see a handful of your immediate family standing there waiting for you.

“How did you-“ you gape looking around at them all.

“Called your family ahead of time,” Nathan shrugs. “Consider it one of my many wedding gifts to you baby.”

You marry him there in that little office. His warm hands cup your cheeks when he pulls you in for a kiss. He cries. It’s exactly the kind of wedding you pictured with him. No mess. No fuss.

But you take full advantage of the reception. Everyone else is there and is happy to welcome you. You’re glad for it because you finally get some good quality pictures of you and Nathan together.

He indulges you in all the little wedding reception traditions. He feeds you a bite of cake, and maybe kisses you a little too dirty for that crowd, but you can’t be bothered to care.

The best surprise of the night is when he pulls you on the dancefloor. His arms wrapped tight around you as you sway together.

“Where do you want to go on our honeymoon?” he asks you. “Anywhere you want to go. Name it.”

“Anywhere there’s a bed,” you giggle. You lay your head on his shoulder and breathe deeply. This is where you’re meant to be.

Your dance ends when the DJ starts to play a funky disco song. And it’s all Nathan can do not to start dancing right away. You burst out laughing and let him go. He dances all around you while tears of laughter stream down your face. A little crowd has gathered around watching him and he doesn’t even see them, only you.

He takes a bow when that song ends, and you can’t remember the last time you’ve laughed that hard.

The moment turns when a very drunk Jack walks in.

“Oh no,” you grab Nathan’s arm. He pushes you behind him when Jack makes his way towards the two of you. His speech is slurred, and his hair is a mess.

“So, this is who you left me for?” he looks Nathan up and down. Nathan’s jaw is ticked in anger, but he doesn’t want to waste his time on him.

“You were cheating on me, anyway, why do you care?” you shake your head. You’re still so angry at him.

“So? Didn’t you say he was too?” he jabbed a finger onto Nathan’s chest. He brushed him off and breathed out his nose like an angry bull ready to charge.

“It was a mistake dude, and I regret it every fuckin’ day.”

“Did she tell you? She called me Nathan in bed? How I had to live with the reminder of you?”

“Oh, so cheating makes it better?” Nathan’s blood pressure was beginning to rise.

“Well, I needed to get pussy from somewhere, since she wasn’t putting out-“ Jack could barely finish his sentence before Nathan’s fist collided with his nose – breaking it.

Jack leaned back holding his bloody nose as Nathan grabbed him by his shirt collar.

“Don’t you ever insult my wife like that again.”

Jack wanted to swing back and attempted. But Nathan caught his fist, and punched Jack in the stomach. Shame more than anything else sent Jack on his way.

Nathan turned to you to apologize for making a scene, but you’ve never been so attracted to him as you have in this moment. Your new husband just defended your honor.

“Take me home,” you wrap your arms around him.

“You wanna join the-mile-high club? Or can we go fuck in your childhood bedroom since your house isn’t far from here? Do you have any posters of me on your wall?”

You shake your head with a laugh and playfully smack his arm. You pull away from him and greet a family member, and Nathan chases after you.

“That’s not an answer. Babe! Do you have one?”

“Would it make a difference if I said yes?” you grin turning back to him. You loop your hands around his neck, and he puts his hands on your hips.

“Fuck. Fuck, it would make a huge fuckin’ difference. Can we spend the honeymoon in your room?”

“So, you can look at a poster of yourself while you have sex with your new wife?” your smile gets bigger and bigger.

“Fuck. What picture is it?”

“Nathan!”

“Just kidding,” he smiles kissing your lips. “I booked us a nice hotel for our first night.”

“No posters in there,” you giggle.

“I’ll buy one,” he kisses you deeper. “Do you really have one of me in your room-“

He’ll find out soon enough, but you’re not going to tell him that you don’t just have one – but two.

 xx

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[nyxdelanuit]

Lay All Your Love On Me (Suga x Reader)

Happy (late) birthday Suga!!

WARNINGS~ NSFW content ahead. Yandere themes, breeding kink if you squint, dubcon

You’ve been warned~

You should have taken the hint a few months ago when Suga approached you after a long night of celebrating a promotion for one of the former Karasuno players to lay a precious kiss to your lips. He waited until you closed your door behind you to leave that night, smirking at the color flooding your cheeks. But the next day, he was back to the calm, kind Suga you had always known. The rest of his friends seemed to take a step back from you, but not Suga.

 You had been sad, of course, they were your friends too, but Suga made sure to make up for their lack of attention. It had all been going right, you were getting closer to Suga, and you were considering confessing to him. Until he saw someone confess to your first. That stupid party started all of this, an annual get-together for all of the people that you graduated with. You didn't even remember his name, but Suga had acted coldly towards you for the rest of the night.

You had one too many drinks, you knew you did. It was the only solace you could find. You tried to teeter home on your own, only to slump against Suga the moment he wrapped his arm against your waist. You were so relieved he was by your side again, you didn't realize how he stared down at you.

 Now you found yourself in Suga’s house, entirely alone with him. His hands, soft and warm, gently cleaned the makeup from your face, took the shoes from your feet as if you were royalty. The kiss he placed to your knee would have normally sent pleasant shivers down your spine, but the emotion in his eyes gave you pause. Suga’s house always felt like home, why did it now seem so cold?

 The room spun as you were sprawled over his bed, Suga’s lithe body caging you in. The liquor swum in your head, making it hard to see straight.

 “You look so precious like this, I’ve dreamt a thousand dreams about having you under me like this.” Suga placed delicate kisses over your throat. He paused over your pulse, savoring the way it quickened under his touch. “All I’ve wanted is for you to love me, yet you don’t look my way. So now I have to show you how good we are together.” Words caught in your throat, you desperately wanted to protest, tell Suga all you had felt about him, but fear froze you in his hold.

 You cursed yourself for trying to dress up, Suga's hand easily sliding up your thigh unhindered. Suga took advantage of your hesitance, drawing your dress off your hips and over your head before you could even struggle. Laid out in only a lacy matching set, you attempted to cover yourself. The cold in the room was biting, and you couldn't hold back the shiver. Suga's eyes drank you in, knowing you couldn't cover all the bare skin he exposed. His hands turned greedy as he sat back on his knees, grasping at anything you couldn't hide. He threw his shirt to the corner of the room, allowing you a look at his bare chest you could have only dreamed of before. You acquiesced to his touch, sheltering only your breasts under your hold. The glee practically shone in Suga's eyes, raking over your exposed stomach as his hands trailed up your thighs. It was painfully easy for Suga to part your legs, the plush of your thighs succumbing to Suga's toned arms. You writhed as Suga's eyes locked onto your clothed core, a single finger coming to graze the darkening patch.

 "You're such a pretty little slut for me, aren't you?" Suga cooed, a ghost of his familiar tone. "We haven't even started, and you're getting so wet for me." His tongue darted out to wet his lip, meeting your stare. He surged forward, wrenching your arms from your chest to pin them to his soft sheets. You went to protest, but were quickly silenced by Suga's lips on yours. His hips rutted against yours, the button of his jeans catching on the thin material. He ripped himself away from your lips, releasing a wrist to unbutton his jeans and shimmy them off.

 With your hand free, you went to push at his chest. The feel of his warm skin finally under your touch made you falter, something that Suga noticed once his attention was back on you. He rolled his hip slowly against your core, pulling a gasp from you. “Does my needy little slut want this?” He whispered in your ear, letting you ground yourself with your hand on his chest. He trailed pecks and nips from below your ear to the valley of your breasts. His hands worked quickly to tuck the delicate bra under your breasts, wasting no time in wrapping his lips around a nipple. The feeling of his tongue circling the sensitive bud caused you to buck against his length, pulling a groan from his throat.

"You're being so good for me, baby." The vibration of his voice against your skin only sent you writhing more. "I can't hold back if you keep doing that." With a soft pinch to your neglected nipple, he traced down your stomach, wedging his hand between the two of you. Your panties were quickly moved to the side in favor of Suga slowly dipping two fingers into your heat. His thumb quickly swiped through your leaking essence, using that to soften the drag as he ground it against your clit. Moans bubbled up from your chest as he stretched you open, slow enough that it wasn't painful, but the pressure remained. He was becoming impatient, but the way his gaze fell to you so adoringly told you he'd wait as long as you needed.

 You keened for his touch, momentarily forgetting how you'd gotten into this position. The hand that tried to find purchase on his chest dove into his hair, pulling his face to yours. Suga released your captive hand as you brought him in for a kiss, startled that you had begun to reciprocate. It severed the last hold he had on his patience, quickly shucking his boxers and tearing a hole in your panties. As you were lost in the feeling of Suga's lips against yours, he pulled his fingers from you. His tongue traced the seam of your lips, and you opened gratefully, losing yourself in the taste of the man you had wanted for so long. While you were distracted, he slid through your slick a few times before plunging into your tight cunt.

 You screamed soundlessly as he filled you, placing apologetic kisses in the dip of your throat. “It’s okay, my sweet baby. I’m sorry it hurts, let me make it up to you. I’m going to make you feel so good.” One hand tangled in your hair, rubbing soothing circles on the base of your neck while the other wrapped around your hip. Teasing little thrusts dulled the ache, bringing you closer to pleasure as he whispered amends into your skin. You no longer resist the urge to wrap your arms around his shoulders, digging nails into his back.

 “You look so sweet with tears in your eyes,” he mutters, wiping away the moisture lining your lashes, “don’t worry, I’ll make you love me.” Suga starts to lose himself to your embrace, sheathing himself fully to savor the heat wrapping around his cock. He grinds himself along your walls, dragging your clit along his sparse silvery hair. You cant your hips into his, angling so he strokes along your sweetest spots. “Such a good little slut for me. Tell me no one else will see you like this. Tell me that I’m the only one who gets to see such a messy face on my baby.” The grip on your hip turns bruising before he lightens his touch, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb.

 You nod, but he doesn’t seem satisfied, with a harsh thrust, he repeats, “Tell me, baby. Tell me I’m the only one.”

 "You're the only one, Suga." Suga starts a slow pace, teasing you with a taste of what he could give you.

 “Koushi, baby, call me Koushi. Tell me I’m the only one who gets to use your sweet pussy like this.” He all but whines, pleading with you.

 “Koushi’s the only one!” You squeal as he increases his thrusts, making sure to grind against your clit with every dip of his hips.

 “The only one what, baby?”

 "The only one that gets to use my pussy! Please, Koushi, please move faster." You weren't sure how the roles got flipped, but Suga had you wrapped around his finger. Anything he wanted, you wanted to give.

 “Tell me you love me.” He groans, eyes desperately glued to yours.

 "I love you, Koushi." The sincere tone your voice carries breaks him, and he can no longer tease you.

 “I love you, I love you, I love you.” The phrase falls from his lips as he bucks desperately into your cunt, throwing a leg over his hip to rut deeper into you. The ghosts of tears line his lashes, a token of his guilt gnawing in his stomach as he chases his release in you. You take pity on him, the love you held for him not as tarnished as you knew it should be, kissing away the jewels that fall from his wide eyes.

 His fingers are desperate, rubbing hurried circles into your clit. “Please come for me baby, please show me that I love you right.” The words wind around your stomach, bringing a new intensity of heat to your veins. You start to meet him thrust for thrust, his words falling apart to incomprehensible babble the closer he gets.

 With a last murmured ‘I love you’ echoing in your ear, you fall apart on his length. The feeling of your juices trailing down his length mixed with the absolute bliss of you tightening around his dick sends him reeling, faltering in his passions as he reaches his peak. He floods you with his release, prolonging the time he stays within you, worried about what you’ll be like once he retreats.

 Still, he can't help but care for you. It's in his nature. He kisses every mark he left on your body once he pulls from your heat, watching enraptured as the evidence of your coupling falls and cools against your thighs. You feel boneless, barely able to move, and so you allow him this. Allow him to slide out of the room unquestioned to return with warm cloths to clean his spend from your thighs with feather-light touches.

 He speaks poems into your hair as you start to drift to sleep. That’s what they sound like to you. Dreams of the two of you in some idyllic future, happily married and carrying his children. Promises to keep you close and kept, to make you happy and his. You’re not sure if you quite believe them yet, but maybe the morning will bring some clarity.

[asian-hero]

You are literally the best at writing angst, your fics make me feel some typa way. Can I request a todoroki shoto fic where him and reader are dating and he’s a prohero and she’s a doctor. And shoto is absent a lot bc of work and s/o gets sad bc she feels the relationship is 1sided. They fight bc shoto prioritizes hero-ing, & rder is like “but I save lives too”. They get “close” to splitting, but they makeup somehow. Thank you!!!!!!!

A/N: You think you can get away with breaking my heart just because you complimented me on my writing? 😤 (but in all seriousness, thank you for the compliment!)

You guys know you can request fluffy shit too, right?

Summary: You knew that you and Shouto came from different worlds, and while both of your jobs helped to save people, that didn’t mean that the two of you necessarily saw eye to eye on certain things. One of the things that the two of you never seemed to agree on was your relationship, and you were starting to feel that the two of you would never agree when it came to that.

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You knew from the start that dating a pro hero wasn’t going to be easy. One day you could wake up next to the love of your life, and then five hours later, you find out that they died while watching the evening news. Or, one day you could find yourself being abducted by villains as a pawn to lure your hero lover into rescuing you, and either become scarred from the trauma of being kidnapped, or be the reason why your partner had fallen. Along with this, the hours for a pro were sporadic and unpredictable, which made it even harder to keep up a healthy relationship. So, it was safe to say that most heroes didn’t usually get into relationships with civilians, and, as a doctor, who had to deal with said heroes, you promised yourself to never get involved with one of them. If not for your physical health, then for your mental health.

Oh, how naive you were.

Somehow, whether it be due to some force in the universe that wanted to prove you wrong, or your own lack of willpower, you not only caught the attention of a certain elemental hero, but he had also caught yours as well. At first, you blamed your flustered state on the fact that he seemed to be one of your most, regular, patients. You tried to fool yourself that you were just simply worried for his health. After all, it wasn’t healthy to be visiting a hospital almost every other week. A few weeks of trying to convince yourself, and you suddenly were faced with the horrendous idea that you may have actually been worried about him because you cared about him, more than you were supposed to. It didn’t help that he was so handsome and sweet. In all honesty, it was truly a marvel that you managed to keep it together for as long as you had.

While you tried to keep your feelings tucked away deep inside of your heart, Shouto seemed to have other plans. On the days that he wasn’t in your hospital, bothering you with some large gash from a villain, or some serious bruises and broken bones from attempting to catch a falling building, he would still make his presence known through vases of flowers addressed specifically to you, as thanks for patching him up. Soon, arrangements of flowers were no longer delivered by the mailman, but instead by Shouto himself. He’d make sure to catch you on your break, or whenever you weren’t busy, just so he could strike up a conversation with you. It was both the most sweet and baffling thing that someone has done for you. Fairly soon after his common visits, the hospital became like his second home, where everyone knew why he was there, and the glamour of having a famous pro hero in their work environment was no longer exciting. 

So, no one could really blame you when you started dating him a few months later. 

Loving Shouto was one of the easiest things that you’ve ever done. Being in love with him came naturally to you, as if it were another part of your body. He was always so kind and caring, and while he did have his moments where his inexperience in terms of relationships truly showed, he always strived to be the best boyfriend that he could be. You knew that Shouto was the one who you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, to grow old with. In fact, about a year into your relationship, Shouto had suggested that the two of you move in together, under the guise that you would both be saving a lot of money when it came to water and electricity, since the two of you practically lived together anyways. Not that you needed a reason to move in with him.

However, life wasn’t always that easy, and relationships don’t always turn out the way you thought they would.

After two years of dating Todoroki Shouto, you knew that the two of you would fall into some form of routine. The “honeymoon” phase wasn’t going to last forever, and you were perfectly fine with that. You still loved him dearly, and even though you both didn’t express it nearly as much as you used to, the feelings were still there, at least, on your side of the relationship.

While the two of you began to fall into your normalcy, with you growing comfortable with each other’s company, you found yourself realizing just how absent Shouto was. It started when he’d cancel your little dinner dates at home, saying that you shouldn’t wait up for him, since he’ll be home late. Of course, you gave him the benefit of the doubt, because you knew that his schedule wasn’t always the best, so you never complained to him. Soon, though, instead of missing dinner, Shouto was missing the entire day. It wasn’t very often that you had the day off, so when you did, he promised that he’d be home as well, so the two of you could make up lost time. But, when the time came, you woke up alone in your shared bed, a short note on your bedside table being your only indication that he’d left the house, and that he wouldn’t be home until late at night. Eventually, your shared apartment started to feel as though you were the only one living in it, and the only way that you knew Shouto was still living there was because the leftovers you’d put in the fridge for him would be gone the next morning.

At first, you tried really hard to be understanding. You knew that he couldn’t always be there with you, as he had a job to do. Any annoyance that you held toward him would be instantly replaced by guilt, since you knew that he was busy. However, as the days turned into months, your patience began to grown thin, and you were starting to question whether or not he even loved you anymore. If he did, he certainly never showed it, nor did he seem to feel the need to tell you that he loved you. In all honesty, you couldn’t remember the last time he told you he loved you, or the last time you ever felt loved. At this point, you were just wondering if he even cared if you were around, or if you were just someone who he knew would always be there.

Though you had managed to keep your feelings away from him for a while, it didn’t take long for your heart to no longer be able to carry your sorrows, and soon enough, you found yourself sitting on your couch at one in the morning, balling your eyes out as you waited for Shouto to come home.

Luckily for you, you didn’t need to wait much longer, as you could hear the soft click of the lock, and in a matter of seconds, you found yourself staring down the love of your life, who seemed shocked at the fact that you were still awake.

“(Y/N)?” He called out, concern filling his voice, “Why are you still awake?”

Wiping your eyes, you took in a deep breath, preparing yourself for what was to come. “We need to talk,”

Though it was a bit hard to see, with only the light from the kitchen illuminating your apartment, you could make out the tired expression on Shouto’s face. With a soft sigh, he moved toward you, patting your head.

“Can we talk about this in the morning?”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms across your chest. “Will you even be here in the morning?”

Hearing the edge to your voice seemed to catch his attention, as he tilted his head, clearly confused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You shrugged your shoulders, standing up from the couch in order to meet his eyes. “It’s a simple question, Shouto. You’re not even here when I wake up, so how are we supposed to talk?”

He furrowed his brow, not quite understanding what you were getting at. When he didn’t respond, you let out an obnoxious sigh, all of the anger you’ve been bottling up for the past few months finally rearing its ugly head.

“You know, at first I was fine with you cancelling for dinner. I did my best to understand that you’re a hero, and you have an important job to do,” Your eyes bore into him, almost as if you thought you could convey all of your hurt and anger by just your stare, “But, when you start to become less of a ‘roommate’ and more of a cryptid, that’s where I draw the line.”

“What are you talking about?” You could hear the defensive edge in his voice, and it did nothing to stop the fire from raging in your stomach.

“Do you even remember the last time that the two of us were together? The last time we did something that was remotely romantic? I certainly can’t!” You knew that you were unloading a lot of feelings onto him, but you couldn’t care less at this point.

“Well I’m sorry that I can’t be here all the time, but it’s not like I can just stop what I’m doing just to come home and chat,”

You wanted to rip your hair out. “I’m not asking you to do that!”

“Then what do you want?” He asked, his tone becoming as sharp as a knife, “Do you want me to quit my job? To stop being a hero? I’m not going to stop just because you feel upset. There are actual lives on the line.”

“Do you think that I don’t understand that?” You snapped, your nails digging into the palms of your hands.

“I save lives too, you know! Every single day I go to work and do my best to help out those who need me the most, but you don’t see me neglecting this relationship,”

He scoffed, his lips quirking downwards. “Just because you don’t see the work I put in doesn’t mean that it isn’t there. You knew what my life was like when we started dating, I don’t know why this is surprising,”

“I know what I got myself into! I just wish that I would matter just a fraction as much as your job,”

“You want me to prioritize you over my duty to the people?”

“That’s not what I’m saying! I just want to feel like I’m important to you,” You could feel your shoulders deflating, “Why is that so hard to understand?”

The two of you could have fought the entire night and have gone in circles. Instead, Shouto merely took in a deep breath, closing his eyes. “Can we just talk about this in the morning? It’s late, and I can’t think about this right now.”

All of the fight that was in you had suddenly dissipated, and all you were left with was this hollow feeling in your chest. Shaking your head, you brushed past him, heading towards the guest room.

“Don’t worry. There’s nothing to talk about anymore,” You didn’t even bother turning towards him, “Just, do whatever you want.”

With that, you shut the door behind you, locking it and then throwing yourself onto the bed, praying that you’d get at least a couple hours of sleep before your shift.

Unfortunately for you, you ended up getting about two hours of sleep before waking up at six in the morning. Wordlessly, you got ready for work, not bothering to check if Shouto was still home, though, you wouldn’t be surprised if he’d just taken off right after you left.

Once you had arrived at the hospital, you were instantly greeted by the concerned stares from your coworkers, with some even voicing that you didn’t look so good. Not wanting to worry anyone, you told them that you were fine, and that you just didn’t get that much sleep last night. It wasn’t a complete lie, and it got them off of your case, so, you figured that you got away with it.

You honestly couldn’t remember what happened during the rest of the day. Bits and pieces would come to you, like when you had to do a routine check-up for one of your favorite patients, or when you took a thirty minute nap during your lunch. Other than that, you truly could not remember what you did. In fact, if your receptionist didn’t tell you that it was nearly eight in the evening, you were sure that you would’ve stayed the night by accident.

As you left your shift and hurried onto the next train to take you home, you couldn’t help but replay the conversation you had with Shouto. You weren’t quite sure where your relationship stood. Neither of you had made the effort to contact the other, and although it had only been one day, you couldn’t help but feel anxious. While of course, you were glad that you told him how you felt, and that you wished he could be more present as a partner, you felt bad about how you went about telling him. There were better ways of telling him that you felt as though he didn’t care anymore, and snapping at him was probably one of the worst ways to go about it. So, as you continued your journey home, you figured that you’d apologize for snapping at him like you did, but you were in no way going to apologize for how you felt, or for telling him that you didn’t feel like a priority for him.

Once the train had reached its destination, and you had finally made it to your front door, you were just about ready to collapse onto the couch. Maybe get in a quick nap before eating dinner, or maybe you’d just head straight towards your bed and get a full eight hours of sleep. However, once the door swung open, rather than being greeted by the deafening silence that you had grown accustomed to, you could hear the soft hum of the radio being played, along with the quiet sizzling of something being cooked. Closing the door gently, you took off your shoes and jacket, quietly making your way towards the kitchen. As you peered from the doorway, you watched in awe as Shouto stood over the oven, watching almost warily at whatever he was making. It was obvious that he had no idea what he was doing, and, judging by how messy your kitchen looked, it was clear to you that this wasn’t his first attempt. Glancing over at the dining table, you noticed the pair of bowls and cups that were set, as if he were setting the table for two.

Deciding that you were tired of just standing there, you cleared your throat, making your presence known.

He jumped a bit, whipping his head towards the source of the noise, before letting out a sound of relief. Quickly turning off the stove, he faced himself towards you, and you could tell that he felt awkward.

“What are you making?” You asked, trying to break the tension in the room.

“Fried rice,” He started, rubbing the back of his neck, “I thought I could make dinner, it seemed simple enough,”

You hummed, slowly making your way over to him, trying to gauge his reaction. When he didn’t move away, you stepped closer, peering into the pan to look at what he made. While it was slightly overcooked, you appreciated the effort. Motioning toward the table, you spoke, “Go grab the bowls,”

After a few more beats of silence, the two of you found yourselves sitting in front of each other, staring awkwardly at your bowls of fried rice, unsure of what to say. While you really did want to apologize, you weren’t sure of how to approach the topic. You were worried that, if you brought up last night, it’d just end up with the two of you fighting again.

It seemed as thought Shouto had the same idea as you, as he finally spoke up, “I think we should talk about last night,”

Putting down your spoon, you nodded. Glancing up, you noticed the nervous expression on his face, and though you were about to talk about something serious, you couldn’t help but find comfort in the fact that he was just as nervous as you.

“Before we start,” You began, placing your hands in front of yourself, “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry that I got so angry last night. I was bottling up all of my emotions, and instead of just telling you, I let them get the best of me, and I exploded when I didn’t mean to,”

He frowned, moving to take one of your hands in his own, “I’m sorry that I tried to brush off your feelings and got defensive. I was tired and ready to go to sleep, so when you said you wanted to talk, I just snapped.”

You squeezed his hand, offering him a small smile. He returned it almost immediately, holding onto your hand as if you were his anchor. Rubbing his thumb against your knuckles, he gave you a reassuring look.

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t listening last night, but I am now,” He pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand, “Tell me what’s going on,”

You felt a pang of anxiety rushing through you, but you pushed through. Even though you felt awful saying it, the two of you didn’t fight just for the fun of it.

“I know that being a hero means the world to you, and I’m so proud of what you do. You constantly put yourself in harms way in order to protect those who can’t save themselves, and I admire that,”

He nodded his head, ushering you to continue, “But?”

“But,” You said, trying to choose your words carefully, “I feel like you put so much of yourself into your work that there’s not enough of you left when it comes to our relationship.”

You smiled sadly at him. “I’m not saying that I should be your number one priority, I know that would be too selfish. I’d just like to be in the top five, you know?”

The frown on his face made you rethink your words. Mirroring his features, you squeezed his hand. It took him a minute to respond, letting your words sink in. Once he found his voice, he spoke, “You shouldn’t feel like you have to settle for the top five,”

He got out of his seat, pushing it closer to you before sitting down once more. This time, he took both of your hands in his, resting his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry for ever making you feel like you weren’t important to me,”

You shook your head, your nose gently bumping against his. “I know you’re busy,”

“Never too busy when it comes to you,”

You found yourself breaking out into a small grin, laughing a bit. Seeing your relaxed figure, Shouto found himself laughing with you, disconnecting his hands from yours in order to place them on your waist, pulling you closer. As you found yourself practically straddling him, you couldn’t help but run a hand through his hair, pressing a light kiss to his forehead. He seemed to relish in your touch, as he leaned closer to you as you pulled away, causing you to let out another stream of giggles.

While the two of you still had to figure out how to manage your schedules, you were finally filled with a sense of comfort and love, one that you hadn’t felt in a long time. 

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[📰] P1Harmony May Be New to K-Pop, But They're Beauty Experts

By Devon Abelman

"Pots-and-pans music" is what Keeho, the leader of P1Harmony, lovingly calls the K-pop group's songs. They're loud, explosive, and essentially caffeine mainlined through your eardrums — all in the best way possible, of course.

"Because our music is so strong, we try to portray that in our hair and makeup as well," Keeho continues. "For me, my hair is all slicked back for our new song, 'Scared,' and our makeup is a lot darker than [for our debut single,] 'Siren.'"

In fact, Jongseob, P1Harmony's youngest member, adds their strikingly different hair colors, like Theo's whimsical light pink, Intak's sleek jet black, and Keeho's enigmatic navy blue, balance each other out and express the range of emotions portrayed in their lyrics and melodies.

But this is just a basic overview of P1Harmony and the intense aesthetic they've been building for the past six months since debuting in October 2020. In advance of the release of their new EP, Disharmony: Break Out, today, April 20, I sat down with the rookie K-pop group via Zoom to get a deeper look at each member, their individual relationships to beauty, and how they are choosing to present themselves now that they are on the world's stage.

Keeho

When I ask Keeho which P1Harmony song fits his personality best, he replies, "You can't really fit me in a box like that. There are various characters I can be." The 19-year-old from Canada even wears many hats throughout our interview. Not only is Keeho the group's official leader, but he's also their unofficial translator, color commentator, and storyteller — he truly has an aside or anecdote to share about everything.

The first tale Keeho tells dates back to second grade, when he begged his mom to let him get blonde streaks in his hair. "I was that kid in class," he remarks.

Then, Keeho delves into how his family introduced him to the wonders of beauty growing up. His mom, in particular, made him "do a five-, six-step skin-care routine," he recalls. Every morning before school, he'd splash his face with warm water ("must be warm water, so you open up the pores") and wash up with cleansing foam. Then, he'd rinse it off with cold water ("so you close them").  Although this isn't scientifically true, I'm glad this worked for him.

When layering on his serums and creams, "the first one you need to do is the most liquidy one and the last one you need to do is the one that is not liquidy at all," Keeho recalls his mom instructing him — a fact I confirm for him. Also, she'd tell him to never rub his skin-care products on, only pat.  

Last but not least, Keeho would (and still does) reach for sunscreen — "always sunscreen," he emphasizes. "My mom said, 'If you don't put it on, you're going to age like a raisin.'"

Keeho's older sister, on the other hand, brought him into the world of makeup by employing him as her guinea pig for testing out new looks. "I would let my sister put makeup on me all the time," Keeho says, mentioning Halloween as a common occasion for her artistry. They even playfully filmed YouTube beauty tutorials and challenges together.

One aspect of beauty Keeho has yet to try is a manicure, but he's ready to dive into that realm. "I think it would be fun," he says. A$AP Rocky's eye nail art that he showed off front row at Prada back in October 2019 is Keeho's major inspiration.

Intak

Another unofficial title Keeho has taken on within P1Harmony is hairstylist. Intak, the group's 17-year-old charismatic rapper and star dancer, credits him for his hair-care routine. "I learned how to use hair serum to volumize my hair when I go out," Intak says. Keeho goes on to explain that they both have incredibly dry hair, so he recommended his favorite moisturizing products to Intak and told him to rake them through his hair while it's still wet and only slightly towel-dried. Intak was so pleased with the result that he went out and bought the same products that day.

Although he has kept his hair black throughout his career so far, Intak is quick to share he's very experimental with beauty. For performances in the past, he's adorned his eyes with bloody scratch-like liner and ultra-sooty smoky eyes. Plus, you're about to see some cheek art on him and dramatically flushed cheeks.

Unlike Keeho, Intak didn't get into skin care until after debuting. "I've started visiting the dermatologist frequently," he says. "They gave me a set [of products] that includes [everything I need]." His favorite is a mask infused with avocado and peppermint, like the Tonymoly I'm Real Avocado Mask Sheet or Skinfood's Pear Mint Food Mask, which quenches his dehydrated skin.

Jiung

Spoken like a true Libra, Jiung is the first to mention he enjoys expressing himself through beauty and fashion. "[They are] really important things," the 19-year-old explains in English. "I always try to learn how to express myself that way. So the more I know, the more I can do."

However, when I ask Jiung what kinds of looks he feels the most confident in, he laughs before taking time to think about it. (In the meantime, Keeho shares he knows what he, personally, is least confident in: T-shirts, due to his long arms.) "This is hard," Jiung groans. I must say his short honey-blonde hair — a look he's always been curious about trying — is definitely bringing out a particularly magnetic side of him, as seen in the P-side track video for "If You Call Me."

When he was younger, Jiung dabbled in all different kinds of haircuts, colors, and perms, he lists off. The latter of which he looks forward to trying out again now as a K-pop star.

When the members were just trainees, Keeho helps Jiung recount a time when he wanted to fill in his eyebrows. "He did not how to do it at all," Keeho says. "He got a Sharpie and started coloring in his eyebrows. It was devastating, to say the least, for the people who had to see it."

"It was art," Jiung interjects. Now, he proudly declares he has a proper brow powder.

Theo

Theo, P1Harmony's straightforward vocalist, is admittedly a sneakerhead. He strictly wears Jordans, according to Keeho's translation. Air Jordan 1s are Theo's favorite style, but he can't pick a color that he's the biggest fan of. He can tell you what he feels least confident in, though: shorts and short-sleeved shirts. So if you barely see Theo in summery clothes, now you know why. (However, he doesn't offer up an exact explanation.)

Since elementary school, the now-19-year-old has permed and colored his hair every shade of ROYGBIV, including red, gray, and even blue for one summer break — all thanks to his mom, who is a hairstylist. This is a revelation even many of the other members weren't privy to, much to the chagrin of Keeho. "It's annoying me right now because his hair is healthy," he remarks. "My hair looks like a broom."

Knowing his hair is healthy comes as a shock to me, though, as Theo has gone from white-blonde to rosy-pink over the past six months. (Let's be real, that's a transformation few people's hair can handle.) He's also been able to grow out hair; it falls past his eyebrows and is starting to graze his shoulders in the back.

Honestly, Theo is ready for it to be short again, he shares. "I like my long hair, but I don't like it being in my face," he asserts. "I can't really maintain it. I bleached it so much that it flips in all different directions."

Soul

Before our interview officially started, the members and I exchanged weird facts about ourselves to get to know each other better beyond our beauty routines. Keeho revealed his left eyebrow has been twitching lately, and he needs to cuddle a body pillow to fall asleep. Intak has a freckle on his finger that his grandma often mistakes for dirt and tries to wipe off. Jiung had pet geckos, scorpions, and tarantulas growing up. Jongseob loves mint chocolate. Theo can't burp, and Soul enjoys petting insects.

But that's not the weirdest thing about him or any of the members. The strangest thing about the boys is that "Soul doesn't do anything at all [for his skin-care routine], and his skin is actually pretty good," Keeho says. (You can scroll through Soul's selfies on P1Harmony's Twitter to confirm this, but spoiler: His complexion is immaculate.)

Soul, 16, goes on to explain that his skin is incredibly dry and sensitive, so much so that even cleansing makes his face turn red and any bit of friction causes bumps to form. Needless to say, he's scared to put anything on his face. "I just do cleansing foam and leave it at that," Soul admits. Makeup isn't off the table, though. Soul is no stranger to subtle washes of pink shadow on his lids and fake eyebrow piercings made out of silver studs.

Although Soul is seemingly one of the shyest members and keeps to himself for most of the interview, he's an intense rockstar at heart. He favors P1Harmony's more aggressive, hard-hitting songs, like their new title song, "Scared."

Raise your hand if you'd like to see Soul with thick, black kohl or graphic blue liner and long, raven hair, perhaps paired with a studded leather jacket over a ripped-up T-shirt. OK, great; I'm not the only one. For now, we'll have to appreciate his bob-length ashy-blonde hair.

Jongseob

Other than his nuggets of knowledge about the way P1Harmony reflects their music in their hair and makeup, Jongseob mostly listens throughout the interview. Luckily, the 15-year-old rapper/songwriter did pipe up to share his skin-care routine.

First, Jongseob double-cleanses to remove his makeup, starting with cleansing oil and following up with a foam cleanser. Serum is slathered on next, then moisturizer. When his skin is feeling especially dry, Jongseob layers a gel cream on top as a sleeping mask — a tactic I'd never considered before. Typically, I reach for them in reverse order.

Jongseob's hair has also been through the wringer since P1Harmony's debut. Last October, he colored his hair lilac and gradually went darker shades of purple until it was an electric violet hue. Most recently, though, his dye job has been a fiery orange. Next, Jongseob says he wants to try gray with an ash tone.

And this is just the beginning of P1Harmony's journey through the mystical world of K-pop beauty. This time next year, they're sure to have experimented with even bolder, brighter, and more eccentric looks. For now, you can check out a teaser for their brand-new music video for "Scared" of their latest EP, Disharmony: Break Out, below.

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ONE TIME BOY [SPACE] FRIEND

👠Pairing: Jimin x fem! reader 👠Genre: makeover au, best friends to lovers au, gender bender au, beauty contest au 👠Warnings: light smut, semi-public oral (f and m receiving), mirror kink, cameo crazy girl hungry to be miss universe lol 👠Summary: Rejected by your long-time crush using the excuse of not being girly enough your best friend offers you his shoulder to cry on, his eyes land on the daily newspaper advertising the local beauty contest and he gets an excellent idea.  

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”Man, I’m impressed you got an A in Mrs Hoster’s class. It’s notorious that she’s a real bitch with gradings.” I hear the rustling of papers and an oddly familiar laugh overpowering the previous noise the corridor is empty despite those two and me apparently. I stop in my tracks not intently but hiding behind the corner, they have no idea I’m here it’s a blind spot but hearing his voice getting stronger they need to be walking this way.

Mrs Hoster? I’m in her class too. I peek around the corner to see to whom this voice belongs to it’s badly familiar.

”Y/N helped me write the essay so it was an easy job.”

I turned around just in time to avoid getting caught. I closed my eyes for a split second the cold white wall helped me to steady the beating of my heart. It’s Han and his friend I recall his name is something Wu? I’m not sure I don’t interact with Han’s friends he’s the one who always hangs around my friends.

”Did you slept together?” Wu asks and my face turns red immediately. How vulgar not that I’m surprised just caught off guard. Han laughs again.

”No, I’m not interested in girls like her. She’s like a boy.” Looking down on my clothes the baggy shirt and ripped jeans my hair is long at least. I know I’m not the most stylish girl on campus but calling me a boy was a bit harsh considering I wrote everything in that essay of his the only thing he did is writing down the title but I’m not going around school telling my best friend he’s stupid.

”I know, I can’t believe she’s roommates with Jimin maybe he thinks she’s another dude or something too.” The audacity.

”Don’t mention him he keeps his guards on whenever he sees me with her it’s annoying. I’m lucky she’s wiped because knowing that guy his humanitarian soul already told her she’s used and I need my grades. The only thing she’s usable for is homework.” The annoyance is evident in his voice I don’t need to look to imagine how he pinches his nose between two of his fingers while talking.

My teeth clashed together with anger. Calling me a boy is one thing but pulling the honey string before my nose is something only a jerk would do. Yes, he’s handsome I admit that and I hoped for something to go forward between us and how foolish I was to think that. He wanted to think we stand a chance it was his plan all along and he used me. Jimin warned me. He told me this will happen.

"Are you seriously going to stop being Han's little puppy?" The question stirs me awake I feel like someone under a spell after what I witnessed I became awfully quiet around my friend and she noticed the change in my behaviour immediately. We arranged this meet up before I overheard the conversation with Han in fact I was on my way to her when it’s happened my mood was pretty good. I can’t tell the same half an hour later.

I stop mid-bite and aim my sauce-covered index finger to poke her nose but she dodged it before I could ruin her makeup. I abandon the plan and instead I use a napkin to clean my hands I look down on my plate which is still full of comfort food I thought that if I drown myself in junk food it would lift my mood but I couldn't be any more wrong about this.

Rori almost doesn't catch the sound of my tired sigh because of the Mcdonalds’ heavily crowded space by the time lunchtime rolled around the corner it's a miracle that we were able to find a tiny table with two seats inside.

"I wasn't his puppy." I spit the words out gnashing my teeth. Not very ladylike but bloody hell that I would care since I’m a boy I may act like one. "Also it was just a silly crush not that it will ever be more. It's time to move on. I'm too old to have this stupid high school like interest." Yes, I’m a grown-ass woman studying at a University.

"Uh-huh." Rori rolls her eyes suspicious about my sudden change of heart if I'm going to, be honest, there is nothing more that could go wrong on this day I tripped in front of at least 10 people when I was going to the toilet just before I was going to tell my friend how I was humiliated by my crush of 2 years. A very good day if you ask me.

"Jimin knows about this?" I look her dead in the eye conveying the message without words knowing where this conversation going I abandon my food entirely I nibble on my straw drinking my medium-sized coke occasionally. "So he doesn't." She states it sarcastically with her light green gel polished nails annoyingly drumming on the surface of the table.

"It's none of his business anyway." I drink the last drops of the coke before tossing the empty cup on the tray nearly knocking the fries out of their container.

"Why the sour face Y/N. He would be upset if he heard that. Aren't you guys are like besties and stuff?"

Now is not the time to be jealous.

"He's not a cry baby Rori. And we are best friends without the 'besties and stuff'. I thought you liked him." She nods in confirmation stealing one of my fries chewing them in a manner that makes people disgusted.

”We are besties and stuff.” I tell her with a grin and she finally smiles too. We’re like two peas in a pot the memory is still vivid when I first bumped into her quite literally. I was panicking since I didn’t know the route to my first class and on top of that I overslept on my first day she was no better.

”But back to the topic, girl, I’m on your side Han is a five-star shit head. I’m glad you finally realised that.” She’s right like always.

”The resident fuckface, huh?” I sent her a lopsided smile and she raised her hand to give me a thumbs up. Her favourite game is to give people alternative names. Han’s called the resident bad boy around here, she has an alternative option that I begin to like more and more.

”That’s the spirit. Want a ride? It’s going to rain soon.” Rori uses the napkins to clean our mess on the table. There’s no need for sherlock to see why we are still single. We eat like a pig starved for days. Looking out the window her words seem to be accurate the clouds covered the sun and the temperature decreased.

”Nah. I’m just going to be like the protagonist in your favourite rom-com and walk home in the pouring rain sadness devouring my soul while I drench like a homeless.”

Rori rolled her eyes at my dramatic response. ”That was awfully specific.” I shrug, getting up to dispose of the leftovers into a nearby bin.

 With my eyes glued to the screen I pop another sickeningly sweet caramel popcorn into my mouth I surrounded myself with fuzzy blankets enjoying the late afternoon with binge-watching my all-time favourite series. Warming my cold feet under the comforter I remind myself not to forget to turn down the heater around the time Jimin comes home.

My hair is wetly clinging to my back soaking the headrest of the sofa I take a glance outside it’s still raining hard. As soon as I got home I changed my clothes but let my hair dry itself without making any effort it doesn't matter if I get sick or not. This way maybe I can avoid Han for a few days at least. Walking in the rain like a kicked puppy was not something I anticipated while waking up this morning but I guess I have to work with what I have.

After I was beyond the sadness the anger came, remembering all the times when he asked me to help with his essays or research projects and like a fool, I went out of my way to do that. It's for the better honestly if I observe the situation from a different perspective he was just using me and it's time for me to get over this silly crush of mine. I don’t even know what was I thinking.

Knowing what’s best is one thing but I'm still hurting I was pinning after him for over two years we share the same classes and we run in the same circles of friends. How can I possibly avoid him when I have to see him every day and skipping classes is not an option? It’s ridiculous and I’m not five anymore to solve my problems cowardly.

The only thing went right this day that Jimin is caught up with his classes so he won't be coming home until late. He sent me a text earlier that his professor wanted to keep that lesson which was cancelled last week so he won't be home as usual.

I didn't want him to see me like this so I embraced all of my pent up frustration and let everything out so I can act as if nothing happened when it’s time to face him. I can imagine how pissed off Jimin would be if he knew I didn't take a shower after arriving home in my soaked clothes and instead I rummaged through our apartment to seize up every gift and memory regarding him to throw it out. The passerby’s probably thought I’m some kind of a crazy chick throwing out my boyfriend's stuff from the 8th floor into the rain as a form of revenge and maybe they’re not so wrong considering that I just yelled through the window and told everyone to fuck off. He’s not my boyfriend but it felt good enough not to care.

I don't want to tell Jimin what I overheard since he always told me Han is a jerk and I shouldn't have wasted my time on useless scumbags like him. The plot twist is that he was right but I don't need to hear that I stopped denying that I knew that deep down but too stubborn to admit it.

I wanted my high school crush to notice me and have my silly happy ending. But in fact, this is not a Disney movie and I’m not a princess with a destinated prince charming. Knowing Jimin’s kind heart he would never rub salt into my open wound he would rather sit with me and watch sappy romcoms saying those sweet nothings like I'll find someone who deserves all of my attention and stuff like that. He would never say ‘I told you so’ in a mocking tone spicing it up with an eye roll like Rori did not long ago.

"Gilmore girls? Uh-huh, I smell something fishy here missy." Surprised to hear my roommate I glance away from the tv giving his form an attentive look. Jimin shakes the droplets out of his hair placing his umbrella next to the pile of shoes by the door after he got rid of his boots the keys metal clinking heard as he dropped them into the bowl on the counter. He stops in his tracks taking in with his eyes my torn up appearance.

"Why is your hair wet? You didn’t walk home in the rain, did you?" He hastily takes off his jacket and throws it on the couch sitting down next to me.

I was so distracted by my own thoughts that I didn't hear when the front door opened. I shrugged, indicating that it's no biggie I glance away from him and stare at the tv watching as the romantic scene unfolds on the screen. Fucking perfect even my favourite show is making fun of me.

"Did you forgot to bring your umbrella again? I told you this morning that it'll rain sweetheart." Distracted by the sweet words of worry I let his comforting heat envelop me as our sides pressed up together on the couch. To an outsider, it would seem like he lectures me on my goldfish memory but I see it in his eyes how worried he looks the soft glint in them always tells me how much he cares about me. Jimin envelopes me in a hug stroking my arm up and down in vertical movements attempting to warm me up.

"I'm fine." I tell him I bury my nose into the juncture of his neck the cold touch awakes goosebumps along his skin he shivers but pulls me closer to his warm body. It’s nice being here with him I would go that far saying that I could almost forget why I was in a bad mood before.

"You're freezing cold Y/N." So warm I could sleep like this even though I turned up the heater the cold seeped into my skin I was struggling to keep myself warm maybe it was a mistake that I didn't head for the showers after arriving home. But throwing his stuff out felt so good knowing myself I would do that again, call me impulsive.

"Sorry." I murmur it into his skin he chuckles as he circles my waist with his arms to push our chests flat against each other his warm palms stroking my back the warmth trickles through the thin t-shirt I'm wearing. So this is how it feels like to have your personal heater suddenly I’m jealous of his previous girlfriends.

Not that I was ever not. Jimin is like a living equivalent of a beautiful enigma. Handsome like he was sculpted by the gods itself paired up with a very sweet and honest heart he is a jackpot well hit. And then there’s me not particularly pretty or nice and he still calls me his little angel or nowadays he seems to call me in all sort of sweet names, princess, shortcake, baby name it all he said it.

"Will you tell me why are you upset, baby?" Here we are with the nicknames again I wonder if he noticed it or he does it subconsciously. Of course, he knows something is up with me he reads me so well that it's kinda scary sometimes. Am I an open book to him or is he this generous and caring?

I always envied his caring personality in campus everyone likes Jimin he acts like an angel he listens well and gives good advice he encouraged me when I was planning to leave my studies and drop out on my second year. We are roommates since my first year here he is a year above me and through friend’s advice, we moved in together.

At first, I was resisting intimidated by the thought that he is a senior and I was just a newbie but he never stopped trying even though that I didn't show any reaction at first he kept talking to me and showering me with tiny gifts like cute notebooks and one bite foods he did most of the housework too since he claimed that being new to all of this I should focus on my studies until I got the hang of everything telling me that he was very stressed in his first year so he understands my struggles. I often think about if he is true or not that he is not just existing in my delusional head because he’s an amazing friend and an even more amazing roommate. It feels unreal that I have him.

"It's stupid." I hide my face I try to enjoy the rhythmic sound of his chest heaving lulling me to sleep. I don’t want to burden him with my rant.

"Nothing is stupid for me in the regards of you." The soft words make me keen he aligns our faces so he can meet my eye I scowl at the lost contact and he smiles seeing it. I'm sure he is aware of the reactions he extorts out of me.

"Do you want a punch?" I poke his forehead using my index finger trying to get rid of that charming smile but it just grows wider. My plan always backfires.

"Always so violent." He grabs my finger scraping it lightly with his teeth playfully seeing the horrified look on my face he smirks after attaching my soul back to my body I pull my finger out of his mouth yelling and smearing the excess saliva onto his shirt in disgust.

"Ugh! What is wrong with you?" I yell moving to the far side of the sofa looking at my finger in disbelief. He stands up clearly entertained by my reaction but he turns back before entering my room.

"Where's your blowdryer? You'll get sick if you leave your hair like this." Folding my legs under me I lock eyes with his waiting ones.

"In my drawer." I tell him and he gives me a confirming nod in return.

He comes back after a couple of minutes he has my drier in his left hand motioning for me to face away from him on the sofa so he could get access to my hair. I get comfortable as he plugs in the electric part while delicate fingers comb through my locks untangling the knots before turning the device on.

"I wish you would take better care of yourself Y/N. What would you do if I weren't here?" I lean into his gentle touch loving the way he rubs my scalp it feels like a massage not like how I usually blow dry my hair.

Now that I know what it's like I want him to dry my hair every day. But that's how Jimin works he always makes sure I'm alright he puts extra care into his motions silently helping me unwind. He’s like this with everyone and I’m aware of that but manages to make me feel special every time I guess it’s a special skill he has.

I scoot a little closer to Jimin’s body while walking which didn't go unnoticed by either on Han’s or Jimin’s side but it’s not enough to halter Han's wide smile as he greets me. As usual, he ignores Jimin and the feeling is mutual nothing out of the ordinary. I greet him back but lacking the enthusiasm which used to lace my tone. Now it’s something out of the ordinary.

"Hey Y/N, so when are we going to do that project I talked to you about? I'm free after classes today how about we meet up at our usual spot in the campus cafe?" Jimin was going to excuse himself from the situation as he did every time before but this time I hold him in place by his long sleeves I gritted my teeth holding back my witty comeback alongside the punch I want oh so badly to deliver, but what would I get out of it? He'll just jump to the next girl with better grades to help his ungrateful ass and I'm sure he won't give a flying damn about me or my feelings.

"Actually I have plans later with Jimin." I tell him holding onto Jimin's shirt for emphasis. He's lost for words for a second I never told him no before but he composed himself quickly offering a smile but this time a little tight-lipped.

"Oh, I see. Then how about tomorrow?" I let out an annoyed huff. Just who does he think he is?

"Listen to me very well resident fuckface because I'm going to tell you this once." The threat apparent in my voice he automatically steps back not used to the tone I deliver while I step forward. In the corner of my eye, I catch Jimin’s silhouette keeping his laughter inside because of the name Rori got him. It felt good to finally say it to his face.

"I heard you. Was it funny to use me? You're saying that I'm ugly and ungirly for you to date but happily let me do your homework since it's the only thing I'm useful for. Yes, I had a crush on you and yes I knew you were using me but it was a bit too much even for me to hear you laugh with your friend saying that you are not interested in fucking a boy." By the time I was done talking Jimin's protective hand found mine but I was too furious to appreciate the gesture to its full potential.

"What? I .. I didn't mean .. that Y/N I was just fooling around. Don't be a baby about it." Hearing the response angered Jimin he stepped protectively in front of me and grabbed him by the collar. I was afraid that he's going to hit him but I wasn't worried about Han. I was worried about Jimin he's too nice to hit someone.

"It's ok Jimin. Let's just go." I place my palm on his shoulder I felt calmer since I let out all my pent up anger he looks back seeing my worried expression he lets Han's shirt go.

He must mistake my worry since he strides to the building where his morning classes are held with a sour face. I go after his retreating form ignoring the yells from Han he is not important at the moment.

We planned an early morning coffee together what a shame we had to collide with Han on the way now we don't have time to grab it but I don't want Jimin to think I was protecting Han because that's not the truth. Jimin was always more important than him and he should know that. What would be even nicer than that to not voice it out and still being understood. Where is his mind-reading power when I need it?

"Jimin!" I yell his name I caught his arm as he was about to enter the building I dragged him to the side not wanting to make a scene out of the situation or block the entry.

"Can you listen to me for a second." I plead in a calm voice he looks at me with an unreadable expression on his face. He's not angry nor happy he looks completely neutral which is scarier to see than him acting all angry.

"I didn't want to meddle with your business Y/N because it's not something I have the right to do but I can't watch it anymore that you let this pathetic crush of yours destroy you. He was toying with you the whole time and you didn't care. Are you stupid or something? And even now you are worried about him. He deserved a punch but I guess since it's ok with you.."

"Stop." I warn him. He acknowledges the hurt in my eyes but it's too late. He regrets how rude he was I can see it in the way he shamefully hangs his head low.

"I wasn't worried about him! I was worried about you! Even though he deserved that punch I didn't want you to be the bad guy at the end." I tell him the reason. Knowing Han’s spineless nature he would have spread rumours about Jimin being aggressive or even worse.

"Baby." He starts but I shake my head not letting him comfort me with his touch. He's going to be late anyway. He needs to go to class his teacher is strict on punctuality.

"Don't baby me. Is that what you really think of me? A fool?" Onlookers started to form in the vicinity the only thing missing was the popcorn in their hands. Why everyone here lives for the drama?

I know I wasn't always reasonable but Jimin should know best that it was a crush and I never had a real relationship to compare it to and I was, yes, foolishly preserving the false hope that someday maybe we could be something.

But it happens to all of us, no? I just wanted what everyone else has someone to call and introduce as my boyfriend.

I'm lonely. But hearing it from him from all the people I know Jimin was the one I was comfortable with talking about this since I knew he wouldn't make fun of me.

"I'm just concerned about you. Please Y/N don't look at me like that." He wrapped his fingers around my palm stroking the flesh with his thumb hoping to get back to my right side. He has a habit of being touchy in reprehensible situations.

"Let's talk about this later. You'll be late for class." I take a glance at my wristwatch taking it as an opportunity to shake his touch off.

"I don't want you to leave angry." He catches my wrist before I could walk away. We rarely fight so Hoseok is stunned into silence when he sees us in this position.

"Hi Hobi." I greet him before taking my leave this time Jimin doesn't stop me.

"I appreciate the attempts Jimin but you know it's not edible right?" I look up with hopeful eyes that I don't need to take a pity bite. He's very sweet but he definitely doesn't get the skills in terms of cooking and I would like to live a happy and long life.

"I know. I'm sorry. I just didn't know how else to ask for your forgiveness. We never fight and I didn't know what to do."

I take this chance to really look at him. He has my apron tied around his waist with bold letters the words 'kiss the cook' labelling the front I remember I got this for my birthday last year from him he's kinda cute in it I admit that. He fidgets in his spot in front of me taking my silence as a bad sign but I'm not someone who holds grudges for long and Jimin is one of the few people I can't even do that with even if I tried. He's just too nice.

"I know you were just looking out for me. I know you didn't mean it because I know you." I tell him offering a smile along the way so he won't overthink it and in hopes of we can get rid of this plate of trash he dares to call food.

"You're very important to me you know right?" He murmurs the words into my hair he hugs me tight and I hug him back stroking his back reassuringly. The angle is not the most comfortable one considering that I’m still in a sitting position so I had to twist my torso to hug him back and he’s taller too.

"Of course I know Jiminie." I beam.

"You never call me Jiminie unless you want me to feel better. You should be angry with me and flipping the dining table on my face." The way he pouted while talking made the situation funnier.

I laugh at the image.

"I know I'm a bit violent sometimes, but you don't think I would really shove the dining table into your face right?" I gently push him back to see his eyes I'm actually concerned if he knows that or not.

"I know." He nods giggling at how concerned my face looks.

"Good. Now that we talked about this, clean this mess up so I can cook something that can be consumed." I shoo him to start cleaning.

”Have you ever entertained the idea of reaching out for the military to get this listed on the biohazard weaponry?” I playfully ask and he gives me a glare. It was worth it.

He pecks my cheek before he begins loading the burnt food inside the bin. "What would I do without you?"

I hope it’s not an actual heart I see in his eyes because maybe I have to consider flipping that dining table.

"You would be still relying on the emergency food your mother sends you." I reply with the same playfulness he momentarily stopped every movement to look back at me, surprised that I know about his little secret.

"Who told you that? It was Hoseok, wasn't it?" He manages to look at me with narrowed eyes.

"It's fine. You do a lot of stuff for me so cooking for you is really nothing. And I love how you eat like a pig it means you really love it." The narrowness dissolves into a big grin and dilated pupils.

"The girls I dated didn't phrase it like that." He chuckles.

"What did they didn't like about that? You are so adorable when your cheeks are full of food. I mean I was going crazy about your munching noises but I'm used to it now." I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly I remember how at first I wasn't able to sit at the same table as him I always disliked the sound of munching but now I don't even notice it sometimes.

"I know what Han said hurt you Y/N. But you know it's not true right?" He asks in a more serious tone the previous light atmosphere went gloomy so fast.

"Which one? That no one would want to fuck a tomboy like me? Or that I'm only good for making others homework?" I say it jokingly but he was buying none of my bullshit. He knows I'm still pretty upset about it.

"Neither of those." I'm flattered how severely he stated it at least one of us are confident in me.

"How would you know that? I didn't do either of those for you." I roll my eyes anyway I'm not that easy to convince. Self-love and rainbows and shit are not something I'm currently feeling. Saying nice things is what flows through Jimin’s veins more than blood. He is that nice.

"You are beautiful Y/N and I have an idea of how we are going to get back at Han." The lunatic laugh he does scares me but I curiously ask what he meant by that.

"What's that?" I ask straining my neck to see the advertisement. I shouldn't have done that. The article on the front page alarms me with bold letters. Under the words a girl with very white teeth on display putting the toothpaste commercials to shame. The catchy slogan seeping out of her mouth ’try out your beauty here and don’t forget the most important thing is not winning but also to gain experience’ What a full of crap saying. Only the ones who don’t win say shit like that.

My skin pales as soon as I see the way Jimin eyes me.

"The hell to the fuck no. A beauty contest? Are you insane? I'm not going to do that." Only for my words to fell on deaf ears.

"Is this really necessary Jimin?" My voice is full of uncertainty. I don’t remember the last time I went to see a hairdresser maybe when I was back in my hometown. And if I remember correctly it was for my high school graduation. Time flies fast.

"Yes, it is babe. You're going to look the best I'm sure you'll rank first place and make your ex-crush poop his pants." I roll my eyes but I can't help the laughing noises escaping my sealed lips. The assistant shows me the seat that I take with a shy following ’thank you’. I’m suddenly feeling nervous about this.

"At this point, I would rather do this because of you. I want to make you proud of me." I avoid his eyes I feel bashful enough that I dared to say it out loud for him to hear.

"But sweetheart I'm already proud of you." His palms rested on the back of my chair we were still waiting for the hairdresser to start her magic on me. We lock eyes through the mirror in front of me due to the eye contact Jimin’s eyes turn darker with a feeling I can’t truly decipher I haven’t seen him acting like this. I open my mouth to question his stare when the assistant’s high voice interrupts me.

"How long have you been guys dating? You're such a lovely couple." I catch Jimin’s widening smile he’s watching me not rushing to correct the girl like I do.

"Oh. We are not dating! Just friends." I tell the truth blushing.

"My pardon, I thought..."

"Anyone would be lucky to have such a cute girlfriend." Jimin cuts the girl’s apology making me focus on him again. Why is he like that? It’s not normally how he is. No, he’s just being nice again, right, that’s the reason.

"I don't know about that." I shyly comment. Don’t know what else to say.

Only then I can finally breathe when the lady arrives Jimin takes his place further away sitting down on one of the chairs in a row before the wall at the other side, scrolling through his phone since the professional said it will take some time to finish.

”Do you have something in mind?” I think for a while before shaking my head I haven’t thought about that honestly. It was Jimin’s idea in the first place.

”Um, curling it? Cutting the dead ends?” I offer and the lady nods with a friendly smile she starts working soon.

After the hair salon, we went shopping for a dress. He did all the reading while he applied for me and made a list of things we needed to get done before the Pageant. The first was to get my hair fixed the second one is to find a dress for the ending ceremony.

I struggle to bound the backside of the dress but to no avail, I can't reach the zipper on my own.

"Jimin?" I call his name rather uncertainly but it's the better option since I don't want the guy shop assistant with the rude attitude to touch me plus I trust Jimin. It's just a dress he saw me dressed up before so I don't know why I can't calm down the stupid pounding of my heart. It’s probably because of the way he stared at me through the mirror I tell this to myself.  

"Yes princess, do you need help?" Now is not the time to think about inappropriate thoughts it’s Jimin we are talking about. A friend. I clear my throat before speaking hoping that the words will come out steady.

"Actually yes. I can't get this dress up can you come in and help me?"

I hold the front of the dress not to reveal too much skin this dress is so tight that I needed to get rid of my bra since my body won't fit in the front of the dress otherwise, I'm pretty sure the line of my panty shows as well but it felt too much to remove.

"You look beautiful." The praise made my heart melt his eyes shimmered in adoration as he found my gaze through the mirror he maintained eye contact while he reached for the zipper of the dress he touched the upper part of my ass accidentally my cheeks flushed in pink he rested his other hand on my shoulder keeping the dress together. What’s with him and mirrors? He seems to act differently when one’s around.

"Thanks." I whisper bashfully the tiny booth suddenly feels too hot not sure if it's from embarrassment or from something else I cannot put my finger on. He steps back admiring the dress and how I look in it with the help of his hand still resting on my shoulder he turns me to face him he looks up and down memorising my body seeing his gaze I feel exposed even though I know I'm wearing clothes. Partially.

"Hmm. So pretty." He slides his fingers down the length of my arm with gentle motions stopping at my elbow pushing my body flush against him my back collides with the booth's thin wall with a soft thud as I tried to gain back some distance.

The sweet cologne hits my nose with his eyes hooded he looks down mere centimetres away from my lips. He licks his telling me without words that he wants to kiss me looking between my lips and eyes for confirmation but he is soon done waiting.

I was about to protest when he leaned in which results in that our teeth clash but it doesn't deter him from kissing me harder connecting our lips together firmer with the pad of his finger Jimin caresses my jawline guiding my face to follow his lead. I can feel the soft press of his warm tongue asking for permission when the shopping assistant calls for us.

"Everything is alright?" He asks I'm sure he has his own ideas what's happening in here. We pant into each other's mouths we separated as soon as the assistant's voice reached our ears but Jimin didn't step back as I thought he would.

"Yes. The zipper was stuck but it's fine now." Jimin tells the guy and he seems to let that stay at that not intruding further. Jimin's cheek appears to be as pink as mine which makes me a little less nervous.

 "I don't want to do this." I protest what feels like the 100th time this day.

We are currently sitting in the library and looking up topics for me fashin magazines littered in the tiny table and for almost 30 minutes since we got here Jimin's knee painfully touching my thighs under the table but I'm too afraid to voice it out.

Am I a bad person? Moving on this fast and pinning after my best friend like an affection starved bitch. Han was a jerk but Jimin is very nice which makes it ten times worse.

After our shared kiss in the changing booth, Jimin seems too normal. Am I the only one affected by it? I’m at the conclusion that it wasn’t even real and my head just played tricks with me cruelly. What frustrates me more is that I haven’t got a full taste and it’s affecting me nonetheless.

”Hmm.” He hums distracted not paying attention to my whining. He turns a page his face lit up as he positions the magazine to let me see its content. There’s a tall girl in a nice dress and each side there’s an article about manners. I almost roll my eye at that. Manners and I are not very familiar with each other.

”What about it? I thought I just have to say I want world peace and cry a little but you actually think about the topic I have to talk about?”

I remember him saying that in one of the rounds I have to talk about a chosen topic for ten to fifteen minutes. He’s more serious about this than I thought at first. Why do I find his determination cute and hot at the same time? Something is clearly wrong with me.

”World peace? It’s not Miss Congeniality Y/N.” He puts the article down laughing with his head thrown back but soon composes himself when the librarian warns us to be quiet or we have to leave.

”Yes, Jimin be quiet.” I retort however my smile vanishes when he leans closer his hand flat against my thigh.

”Did you say something?” His breath fanning my face he keeps his voice down this time. I don’t dare to look down his hand is awfully close to where I don’t want it to be and especially not in a library.

It’s like a switch is turned off and on in him at the most unexpected moments.

"You're being touchy again. Are you going to glare at every single male until we are done?" The corridor is busy with people and Jimin refuses to leave my side opting for helping me find the sitting room.

I wasn’t feeling nervous when I woke up this morning but getting closer and closer for the competition to end the nerves making my stomach flip in an uncomfortable way was getting stronger with every second.

"I'm just making sure you are safe, sweetheart men are wolves you know." He secures his jumper to cover my front. This bikini wasn't even that revealing for fuck's sake. Although he’s unnecessary protectiveness was enough to channel my focus into something else.

"You are a man." I state the obvious looking deadly into his eyes articulating the word ’man’ for emphasis.

I'm kind of done with his overprotective behaviour. He kissed me and now he thinks he is some kind of older brother for me. I honestly don't know what to think. And the way he teased me in the library. There’s no way he wasn’t aware of his hands on my body.

"But I'm allowed to look at you they're not." The little whiny edge in his voice doesn’t melt me this time he’s being childish. It sits on the tip of my tongue to say what makes you think that you have my permission, but I refrain from doing so.

"Jimin it's like the same when we are at the beach it's just a bikini and they will see it eventually when I go on stage." I decided to use another approach instead.

"I'm suddenly not sure about this. How about we get out of here?" The hand holding the jumper up strengthens on my body.

"Calm down. You made me do this so we're going to do this." I say it like there’s no room for discussion.

Two people were eager to make their existence visible while we were bantering I can’t say I was dying to see Han and his new puppet. Han wasn’t even aware it’s me next to Jimin I guess a little dress change and makeup do wonders.

"What a pleasant surprise to see you here?" I can’t say the same. Despite the thought, I remain silent but thinking again I straighten my back and call her out on her words. She’s a year above us I remember this girl because she’s always noisy in class. She retakes one of our classes that’s why my year knows her in the first place.

"Are you asking or stating it?" I roll my eyes Han's hand curves around the girl's waist holding her close.

Really her? He must be fucking her because there’s no way she can write his essays for him.

"Y/N?" Han's unsure voice makes me satisfied. Call me now ungirly you prick if you dare. But I can’t relish in the feeling because her highness speaks again.

"I meant it's nice that you are here since there will be a winner and we always need a loser." I’m not going to mention how unreal this girl looks. Her hair is blonde but it’s the doll-like artificial kind of blonde. It’s stereotypical but her voice is making me cringe it’s like she swallowed a toy duck the kind which whistles when it’s clenched.

"Hold your fake tits Y/N's going to win." I never heard Jimin using explicit words before I'm shocked beyond belief. Han’s eyes linger on the way Jimin holds me close, it looks like he knows something I don’t.

"5 minutes!" Hearing the yelling of the staff it's our cue to leave.

"What was that?" I'm struggling to hold back my laughter. We finally arrive in front of the door where a huge sign says the sitting room.

"She insulted you. I'm not going to watch this chick looking down on you." It’s just now that he releases his hold letting the jumper fall.

"And I'm thankful. The only validation I need is from you Jimin. Do you really think I look ok?" I’m nervous it’s totally out of my league to be here. The thoughts about those two leaving my brain easily.

"Look ok? You look gorgeous. Keep that in mind that after this day no matter what happens you'll remain the winner in my eyes." He massages my shoulders his fingers dig into my flesh in a calming manner.

"That means you’re going be proud even if I'm last?" He shakes his head in disbelief he has more faith in me than I have in myself.

"Don't say that. Have a little faith in you darling."

I smile as soon as I saw Jimin's figure lingering by the door our eyes met in the reflection of the mirror I put my flowers down on top of the dressing table reaching for him to receive a congratulation hug. I can’t say I'm disappointed that I'm not finished in the first place but I'm kind of happy because I ranked third place which is quite the achievement on my part and it all thanks to Jimin.

Grabbing my hips when he gets close enough he crashes our mouths together in a hot kiss moving his lips skilfully against mine with unconcealed eagerness like he waited years to do that. He steps closer traping my body between his body and the dressing table angling my head to slip his tongue into my mouth. He’s not as gentle as before.

"Jimin." I pant. "But I didn't get first place." I reason but he shuts me up with another kiss on my abused lips he gets my lower lip between his teeth basking in my reactions I let my eyes flutter open seeing his face this close he looks like an angel the only thing giving him away is that his eyes hid not so innocent thoughts.

"I told you. You're a winner in my eyes. Do you want your reward sweetness?" He kisses my earlobe after releasing my lip whispering into it before he moves down to pepper the exposed skin on my neck with wet open-mouthed pecks.

"Jimin, we are in public. Someone might see us." I try not to give in so easily but it was hard controlling my needs since the sexual tension grew tenfold after our little kiss inside the changing booth and the library. Shit, his mouth feels good on my heated skin.

"They're celebrating the winner no one will search for us for a while. How about we hold our little celebration as we wait?" The suggestion makes my eyes roll back into the back of my skull my legs shake in anticipation and he grins seeing my lust-filled expression.

"You're unbelievable. Do you want to fuck me in a dressing room while anyone could see us? Is that a kink of yours?" My head clears a little as he backs away looking at his reflection behind us in the mirror.

"I'm not going to fuck you here baby." His eyes focus on me again caressing the skin on my waist the gesture is lovely but I can't help feeling disappointed hearing his words. Of course, he wouldn't want to fuck me what was I thinking. We are talking about Jimin he could have everyone, of course, it's not me who he wants.

"Oh." I cannot help but let out a disappointed yelp he must sense my anxiety since he continues.

"This is just the foreplay don't be disappointed cheesecake. I'm planning on worshipping your body and we have no time for that here. I'm willing to wait to fuck you till we get home until then I just need a quick taste." He plays with the band of my underwear showing his intentions he undoes just the right side of the bow keeping the material in place revealing a part of my skin there.

"Bold of you to assume I'm going to let you." Hearing my mocking voice he places his palm against my heat making me moan out with how precisely he moves his fingers. It was embarrassingly easy to make me shut up and he loves it.

"Did you say something? I didn't hear you." He never falters his ministrations his index finger slips under the fabric feeling the wetness that gathered there he moans into my ear after he places a quick kiss to the underside of my collarbone.

"I said hurry the fuck up." I take hold of his biceps the slow-motion his one finger provides soon feels not enough to satisfy me.

"Since it's your prize I'm not going to tease you this time." He slowly drops down to his knees seeing him in front of me is enough to moan out and he cannot stop the light chuckle leaving his lips the lips he’s going to wrap around my heat.

"I was waiting to get you out of those the moment I saw you in them." He plays with the other side of the bow which is still in place. Once it’s undone he shoves the material into his pockets. I realise that I don’t know much about him at all in the field of sex. We never talked about it but I knew he’s not a virgin.

"Hmm, that's why you were covering me the whole time? It was not because of the boys, was it? You covered me so I won't give you a boner while we wait for the staff's call." He chooses this exact moment to lick a long drawn out stripe up my folds sucking on my clit in a teasing manner. He hooks a hand under my leg to position it and lift it onto his shoulder for better access. My long-nailed fingers pull on his hair.

"You figured me all out, baby. Now less talking and more moaning." Ending his statement he dives in my legs shake due to the pleasure he sure does know his ways around a women body. I wonder how many partners he had but I need only one finger to slip inside to forget every thought I had. I whine at the stretch not because it’s uncomfortable but because it’s not enough I’m so wet that I could take him right then and there.

”Please, Jimin. Please.” At this point, I’m not even sure what I’m begging for but luckily Jimin knows exactly what I need. The neediness not only evident in my voice and soft mewls but in my body as well in restless shaking it makes Jimin smile against me he caresses the inner side of my thigh his tongue on my clit draws eight shapes his fingers slow but reaching deep it’s obvious he’s trying to extend my sweet torture.

At first, only using one finger then it’s quickly turned into two scissoring it occasionally making me ready for his cock the thought of him being inside of me automatically makes me clench around his fingers. The way he emits little sounds of appreciation while going down on me is a huge turn on. I doubt he feels better than me right now but sure does it seems like he enjoys it a lot more normally guys do.

”J-Jimin.” I stutter his name his tongue and fingers starting to feel too much for me to handle I fidget as much as I can while Jimin’s hands holding me in place I can’t hide away from the feeling and he doesn’t stop.

He speeds up his movements not listening to my silent pleas to stop the way he licks up every drop and welcoming the new waves of wetness makes my head spin. ”I’m going to cum.” I warn him I grab the side of the table I need something to hold on tight to ground myself against the intense feeling of my fast approaching orgasm. ”Ah J-Jimin.” He hums with his mouth wrapped around my sensitive bud I close my eyes so hard that I start to see red dots in my vision. He doesn’t stop even though I reached my high with shaky fingers I can finally pull his head the sight I see when he looks up to take in my fucked out face almost makes me push through another orgasm itself.

Jimin uses the back of his hand to wipe off the leftover wetness gathered around his mouth and chin it was glistening in the sun provided light. As he gets up from the crouching position he slowly lets my leg touch the ground again he starts doing calming smooth circles on my hipbone delivering light kisses on my lip waiting for me to get back to my senses.

He gives me the sweetest smile I have ever seen on him. Almost makes me forget how he was between my legs a few minutes prior.

"B-baby what are you doing?" I could hear the ragged breath he sucked in through his nose it takes time to get on my knees since they’re kinda shaky I grabbed his hipbone to steady myself on the ground looking up at his face with a proud smile.

I caressed the soft flesh under his shirt I could feel the muscles contracting under my light touches. I look in front of me to study the outline of his dick he’s hard and he’s hard because of me.

"It's not fair of me to take and not give back the favour don't you think?" I palm him through the rough material of his jeans he moans significantly loud it earns a huge grin on my part and an embarrassed smile on his. Cute.

"This day is all about you. I'm going to show you how proud I am because of you." Despite his words, his opposition was weak he let me palm him he wasn’t able to keep his eyes open when I applied more pressure. I love the way he’s so responsive to my every touch and the high pitched tone he moans in the back of his throat. The whiny edge of it encourages me to do better because I certainly want to hear more of those.

"By letting me blow you. Pants down." I raise one of my brows waiting for him to remove his pants for me. His eyes reopen when he doesn’t feel my hand on his body he looks down where I’m sitting on my legs knees bent he sucks in a shaky breath, pupils dilated and he finally nods he clears his throat to sound more collected.

"Shit. Fine."

"In any other situation, I would love to hear how vocal you are Jiminie but right now you need to keep quiet for me. Can you do that? Hmm?" I tease him I take a good look at his member his grith is quite impressive he’s thicker than it seemed when it was inside his boxers. Before I could change my mind or make Jimin embarrassed because of my staring I wrapped my fingers around him there are a few inches I cannot reach and It shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does.

"This feels so g-good." I collect the precum to help me move up and down his shaft, after a louder whiny moan on Jimin’s part I decide to hold him firmer he throws his head back both of his hands grabbing the table’s edge he’s holding back not to thrust up into my hand the pulsing vein visible as he bares his neck.

"A-ah please slow down, i-it's too much." Reciprocating the favour I lick at the tip while speeding up my jerking motions the double pleasure forces a loud whimper to escape his parted lips.

A knock interrupted our moment Jimin's body goes rigid afraid that we'll be caught. I withdraw my ministrations letting his shaft leave my mouth with a wet pop. Despite the risky situation, I can see it on him it requires a lot of self-control on his part not to thrust back into my mouth.

"Yes?" I answer going back to deliver a kittenish lick to his tip not letting the newly released precum go to waste Jimin stutters biting his lip hard not to whine out. My voice sounded worn out but the staff member didn’t pay attention to it.

"The closing ceremony will start soon." So she’s here to inform me.

"When?" I ask between licks I found the throbbing vein at the underside of his cock following the line up from the base to tip a low grunt leaves Jimin's lips I automatically gaze at the door but thanks to the noises of the people outside of the door the sound is lost within these four walls.

"15 minutes."

I hum against his dick in acknowledgement the vibration shoots another pleasurable wave up his spine immediately Jimin's fingers strengthen in my hair. "I'll be there." I pull away for a second to offer my answer to the assistant. She leaves after that.

"Let's bet Jiminie. Do you think I can make you cum within 15 minutes?" His eye flutter shut groaning when I apply pressure again using my hand to pump his full length this time it's easier due to the spit from the previous help of my mouth.

I use the heel of my palm to smear down the newly formed precum leaking from his tip he's extremely sensitive to my every touch I continue licking the tip circling my mouth around the head of his cock the pretty high pitched moans getting significantly louder but I let him he's close anyway.

"Y-you don't have to s-swallow it."

"Shit. You swallowed." I liked the way his eyes darkened by the discovery the salty taste won't be my favourite flavour but it was alright also this way it left less of a mess.

I need to be presentable soon. My jaw hurts because of the long use but it worth it seeing Jimin's fucked out state he looks even prettier with a sheen of sweat coating his spotless skin. It makes me proud knowing he’s like this because of me.

"Are you alright?" I comb my fingers through his messed up hair his fringe sticking to his forehead looking me up and down behind his long locks framing his eyesight with bedroom eyes slightly closed still trying to get down from his high.

"More than okay, baby. More than okay."

Circling his hands around my waist he pulls me closer until our bodies fully pressed together he rubs his nose into my pulse point kissing it I feel the faint pressure of his teeth that I grab the back of his head to pull it away. He whines because of the denied access but lets me pull him back.

”I can’t have a hickey Jimin, I don’t want everyone here to know what we did in this dressing room.” I reason but he seemed to like the idea, I hit his chest with a serious expression at that his wide smile starting to piss me off.

”Fine, fine. I’m surprised you still have the energy to be this violent. Jeez, woman.” Jimin wets his lips with his tongue his face shows satisfaction and cockiness. I wonder how many girls were able to see this side of him.

”We have limited time Jimin. I need to get that dress on.” I decide to ignore the smirk and move I don’t have much time before I need to get back out there and this dress is so tight to get on and now I’m sweaty too. ”I need help.”

”I would rather get you out of it though.” I turn my back to him so he can get the zipper up.

”Of course you would.” I roll my eyes following the sarcastic sentence.

[zoe-oneesama]

Serving up some LOOKS! I love Mylene's Ivan sweatshirt! Would you be willing to talk about what sort of style elements you use for each character? (If you already have and I haven't found it, please ignore the question, that's on me)

I mostly did this for Mendeleiev’s class back when Punch was starting Leave for Mendeleiev, and I did a small run down for how the Main 5 fashion will change in Scarlet Lady, but not Bustier’s class sooooo:

Marinette -[I’m copy/pasting from an earlier ask]- When she likes a color, she sticks with it. She has a versatile wardrobe, but pink must always be present. She has the hardest to nail style because she experiments all the time, but no matter what she doesn’t feel comfortable unless she has an outer layer. Summer, Winter, Shorts, Pants, she needs to the comfort of a jacket - for Tikki to hide in when her purse isn’t appropriate.

Adrien -[Also C/P]- Basic B*tch. He thinks he’s fancier than he is. Oh sure, his clothes are well tailored to him and fit well, but they’re basic as hell. Gabriel isn’t as “innovative” as he thinks he is. Most of his clothes have the Gabriel logo and he sticks to the brand…because Adrien has no fashion sense whatsoever. Oh, he knows in theory what works and can put an outfit together, but he doesn’t want to. If it were up to him, he’d wear tshirts with physics puns and cat themed jackets. But alas, when one is an icon…

Alya -[C/P]- Mom Vibes. Fashion is not her priority. She knows enough to do good for her figure, but otherwise can’t really be bothered. Flannels and jeans in varying heights and a snappy tshirt are all she needs. But she is drawn to things that remind her at least of superheroes or superpowers. Her ridiculous high tops with the spiky tongue? She thinks it makes her look fast. She’s also the one who’s going to embarrass Marinette by wearing trendy but “garbage” fashion: fanny packs, Jellies, ugs with sweatpants. Dammit Alya, you’re a beautiful human being, do you mind NOT dressing like a hobo on vacation?! (Secretly her favorite outfits are from Martinique, but she saves them for special occasions).

Nino -[C/P]- Precious trash goblin. Wash your shirts and the neckline won’t be so worn out! He likes graphic tees with his favorite bands and DJs logos on them (he’s partial to ones without the name of the band or DJ so he can find other fans) and prefers things to be loose. He’s also drawn to colors and he’s super chill when his “garbage” girlfriend rolls up to a date looking like she’s going to an amusement part with her four kids, because it means she can’t dump on him for not looking “put together” (she would never!). He’ll try to dress up every now and then for a fancier date or when Adrien manages to snag him a spot at an event with him, but it’s pretty clear he’s uncomfortable without his hat and headphones. He has a few Moroccan outfits that he brings out in the Summer.

Chloe - Expensive Fashion Forward Chic. She made a staple out of shaming anyone else who dared to wear her favorite color yellow over the years. She was extremely smug about being the first in her grade to experiment with makeup that she never bothered to get good at it. Her clothes are expensive with just a smidge of impractical - only someone with cash to burn would constantly wear white pants! She’s also the kind of person to put off dressing for the cold as long as she can- if she puts on all these jackets and layers, how will these peasants see my brand name clothes underneath?! A lot of her fashion decisions are based on long forgotten advice from her mother - gold over silver jewelry, always have something on your head, brand or nothing. She’ll only abandon a well worn trend if her mother directly contradicts it.

Sabrina - Nerdy, geeky, almost like she’s wearing a uniform. She’s preparing to be Chloe’s assistant best friend for life so she has to look the part. She’s long abandoned any hope of shining next to Chloe, so being flashy and showy is out of the question. Luckily, Chloe isn’t drawn to patterns, so that’s a field of fashion that Sabrina can claim for her own. Doesn’t matter where it is, something she’s wearing needs to have a pattern. Leggings are her favorite accessory and she’s taken to collecting Chat Noir merch (though it’s less out of admiration for the hero himself and more for her “role” with Chloe. It reminds her of the rare times when Chloe acts like they’re friends.)

Mylene - Bohemian, and a touch artsy. Peace is important to her and her vibe reflects that. She’s not super up for showing a lot of skin, but neither are a lot of girls in her class. She leans towards a muted color palette so that her hair doesn’t clash, though she usually tries to match one piece of clothing to some color in her hair. Her accessories are a bit childish and kitchy, like her monster head bead, and she has a huge collection of hair accessories, like bandannas and headbands. She has a lot of different passions with various levels of seriousness, so she’ll come to Marinette for advice on how to use her wardrobe to fit the level of professionalism she wants.

Alix - Sporty but on the lazier side. Fashion is such an anti priority. She’s the one Marinette will go to for her more out there ideas because she has no recoil to pants made of buckles or shapeless over shirts, but that’s as far as it goes. Her clothes are made to be weather resistant and easy to slip on (and so that her dad won’t be pissed if she wipes out and rips something). If it were up to her, she’d just shop out of thrift stores and pick out all the color blocked 80s windbreakers, but when your whole squad is held together by a fashion designer, you can only get away with so much. Her nicest clothes are made by Marinette for her professional races and competitions and her favorites have nods to Egypt mythology and history.

Ivan - Punk but like…beginners guide to punk. Let’s be honest, when you’re built like a brick house, shopping is hard - or at least not that much fun. Ditto when you’re a dude that just…doesn’t particularly care. Ivan has a bunch of cargo pants because they fit, they’re grungy, and they’re practical. SO MANY POCKETS!!! Beyond that, like Nino, he prefers to wear band shirts of his favorite groups. His hiking boots are the nicest things he owns and he has a few bracelets that he only brings out when he’s “dressing up”. The most colorful thing he owns is a hoodie/pants set from the Cartoon Monster Show that Mylene’s hair bead is modeled after.

Kim - Sporty and Serious. Sweatpants and running shoes. That’s the make of his wardrobe. After all, you need to be able to challenge anyone to a race at ANY TIME!! Dressing up for him means putting on a pair of jeans, and he’s pretty much always under dressed but also completely oblivious to the fact. Red is his favorite color and he’s partial to that one brand of sports wear that’s on his hoodie-shirt and sweatband. If something is waterproof (and therefore, sweatproof) he’ll give it a try AS LONG AS IT’S REEEEED!!!

Max - Geek Fashion. Max dresses like he’s already 65 years old, and with his best friend being Kim? He might be. He has invested in some good walking shoes because when your bestie is running off at any and every moment, you gotta do SOMETHING to keep up. His pants are higher up than most guys and his shirts are always tucked in. He prefers sweaters over sweatshirts and cardigans to jackets. We are comfortable in this house, not trendy!

Juleka - Electro Goth. Black is the main attraction, but she likes that punch of something neon - purple, green, even blue (Rose can tell she’s feeling romantic when she puts on some pink). She’s tall and likes clothes that accentuate that and she’s a fan of the details - shoulder cuts, lace inserts, epaulets. And despite covering half her face, she’s really into makeup (and she’s way better than Chloe). Does she have colored contacts? She’ll never tell.

Rose - Decora Kei is probably the best shortcut to describing her look, followed by Kawaii Fashion. Doesn’t matter if she burns to look at, she IS the embodiment of soft and cute! Obviously pink is her favorite color, bu she also likes pairing it with some other bright colors. Rainbows. Are. EVERYTHING. And she’s a sucker for bunnies and strawberries and angel wings ^^! How else is she supposed to have an amazing day if she’s not decked out in sunshine?!

Nathaniel - Basic but like Colorful Basic. He definitely hopped the skinny jeans phase and will continue to do so until he finally grows a bit. He holds onto clothes pretty long because there’s only so many times you can buy new shirts after getting paint and charcoal on them before you just stop caring. He aims for durability instead of fashionable, but also collects clothes with the logo from the show he likes. (And no one knows about his secret Ladybug merch collection that he only wears around his house).

Lila - Gyaru was the search term I used. She’s one of the few with a not super saturated color palette, sticking to dark neutrals. She’s drawn to patterns, like polka dots and zebra prints, and tries to balance it with neutral colors. Plus anything that makes her seem “exotic” and foreign and more interesting, she’ll wear (as long as it’s stylish enough for her.) She cleverly toes the line between fashionable and trashy, showing just enough skin or using a just flashy enough pattern. Every piece she wears she’s crafted a whole story around how she got it, like her bracelets being a gift from street kids in Belize or her earrings being a prize she won when impressing an East Asian Prince. 

[justniaaa]

Unravel Me (4)

Gif by: @blackisblackisblack​

Rating 18+NSFW

Work Count: 3.4k

Pairing: Christopher “Rio” Martinez xblack!oc

Warning: Swearing, mentions of a gun

A/N: Hey my loves! I’ve missed you guys so much, so sorry for the late update. I’m not going to lie and say it wont happen again because it most likely will but I wasn’t expecting to be gone for so long. Anxiety/ Depression is a fucking bitch bro and like I said before even if my posting isn’t constant, I always want to make sure to give you guys content. Thanks for you for rocking with me and Enjoy chapter 4! Happy reading and please dont forget to like, comment and reblog <3

Summary: Toni forms an unsuspecting friendship with Christopher that turns into something more. As her feelings towards him continue to grow she starts to  unravel the secrets that surround him and in return, he unravels her completely.

Chapter 4: Let the games begin

After the eventful night between Toni and Chris, it was like the days went by rather quickly and before she knew it, Friday was here and Toni’s nerves were coming along for the ride. When she came home that night and told her girls about what transpired with her and the mysterious business mogul they gave out beaming smiles and all three of them jumped around, excited that Toni was going out on a date. And of course, don’t even get her started on Aaliyah, the woman was more than elated, and every chance she got she made sure to bother Toni about her new “boyfriend.”

Toni was walking in from work at Print Monthly and let out a yawn. Working two jobs, and writing a new article was slowly catching up with her, but with enough caffeine, she thinks she could make it through. She took off her heels and placed her keys on the entrance table trying to stifle yet another yawn, that was on its way out of her mouth. As she went further into the apartment she didn’t hear any movement from either of the girl’s rooms so she figured she was home alone. Toni went into her room not caring to turn on the light since she had a small night light in the corner and shut the door. She dropped her purse on the floor and took off her clothes, only leaving on her bra and panties. Toni sighed and shuffled to her bed, face planting into it as she wrapped her sherpa throw around her body. Since the AC was fixed the day before her place was nice and cool and all she wanted to do was take a small nap.

But before she could float away to unconsciousness her door was rushed open and the light flicked on, “Oh no bitch, get up!”

Toni groaned hearing Rocky’s voice and covered her face with the blanket, wishing for  a couple of minutes of sleep, “Antonia Kelis Thompson, up now!”

The blanket was ripped away from Toni, and she put her face into the pillow, “Just five minutes,” she groaned.  

“No, get up! Sage made you a smoothie to help with your energy before she left for the grocery store and you need to drink it so we can get you together for tonight.”

Toni turned her head and looked at Rocky, she was standing next to her bed with her eyebrow raised and a hand on her hip and the other was outstretched with said green smoothie in her grasp.

“It’s only six Rocky, we meet up at nine.”

True to his word, Chris hit her up and they set up a time and place to meet up, the place being an escape room to which Toni was particularly thrilled about. She had always wanted to go to one and she vaguely remembered mentioning it to him on one of their morning talks at the cafe. After they arranged their night out they continued texting each other throughout the day and it felt good to have that feeling of giddiness whenever she heard her phone ding and it possibly being him.

Toni huffed and sat up, sitting cross-legged on her bed and took the drink from Rocky’s hand. Taking a few sips she scrunched up her face from the taste but soldiered on when she saw the look Racquel gave her. When she finally finished the last bits of the smoothie, she put the glass on her nightstand and turned back to her friend.  

“All finished, what’s next on the list warden?”

Racquel rolled her eyes, “So damn dramatic, go take a shower and I’ll dive into that mess  you call a closet to find you something to wear.”

Toni stretched her limbs as she stood up from the bed while Rocky shooed her to the bathroom grabbing her towel from the back of the door in the process.

“And don’t forget to shave bitch!” Rocky yelled out.

“I shaved my legs yesterday, why the hell am I going to do them again?” Toni said poking her head out from the doorway, her confusion was evident.

“I’m not talking about your legs, girl,” Raquel said, winking. Toni didn’t plan on sleeping with Chris tonight but with how crazy the attraction was between them anything was possible. So with understanding and gratitude, Toni simply nodded and backed into the bathroom, closing the door and getting to work.

After the long half-hour of exfoliation, shaving, and showering, Toni came out of the bathroom feeling fresh and squeaky clean and walked into the sight of her bed strewn with clothes. She took in the sight of her best friends arguing with a piece of clothing in their hands about which outfit would work best. She chose to ignore them knowing that whatever they picked would be applicable and tightened the towel on her form, going to her vanity to do her makeup and hair. The girls interrupted her a few times showing her what they chose and Sage helped Toni curl her hair in the back. Music and bouts of laughter were heard throughout the home and the minutes ticked by getting closer to when Toni was deemed to leave. She was just putting on her light blue jeans when her phone went off, interrupting the song that was playing on her Bluetooth. Rocky and Sage continued talking about whether she should wear heels or sneakers, and Toni finished buttoning her pants walking over to her device. The name Chris was on her screen, and before the voicemail picked up she answered.

“Hello,” she said.

“There she is, thought you weren’t gonna answer,” Chris’s smooth voice came through the phone, making Toni’s stomach flutter with butterflies. She could vaguely hear noises of machinery in the background but she didn’t think anything of it because as quickly as the noise came it was gone, like he went into a separate room.

“I mean I didn’t have to pick up, especially since you're interrupting me getting ready for my date,” Toni sat down on the bench at the end of her bed.

“Oh, word? Who’s the lucky man?”

Toni looked down at her nails, “Some guy I met a couple of weeks ago, he ain’t all that but I decided to have mercy and give him a chance.”

Chris laughed into the receiver, “I bet he’s hype as fuck to take your pretty ass out.”

Toni shrugged like he could see her, “I mean, I am kind of great.”  

“That you are Antonia, that you are.”

Toni covered her mouth with her fingers, trying to control the megawatt smile that was threatening to break out. They knew each other barely a month and already the way Chris made Toni feel was slightly alarming. “Is everything okay though, because if you need to change the time or something that’s fine.”

“Nah we good, just wanted to check up on you. And make sure I wasn’t gonna do an escape room by myself.”

“No worries, I’ll be there,” Toni said grinning.

“Aiight, so I’ll see you soon yeah?”

“Yes, sir nine o’clock.”

Chris chuckled, “Aight mama, later.”

Toni hung up and put her phone back on the charger, “I’m guessing from all the flirting we just heard, that was him,” Sage asked.

She shook her head, “Yeah, he was calling to make sure we were still on tonight.” Toni went and looked at the shoe options they picked out, thankful that her friends lended out a helping hand.  

“We think the all-white Nike’s would look great with your outfit. Plus it will give your feet a break from the heels and you can run around as you play the game with your boyfriend,” Rocky smirked when Toni gave her a dirty look at her use of the “B” word.

“I agree,” she told them. After bending down to put her sneakers on, Toni stood up and examined her outfit in the mirror, liking how it looked. The white bodysuit accentuated her curves and the light blue jeans and sneakers really brought everything together, making her feel comfortable but be cute at the same time. Toni sprayed her perfume and got her crossbody bag and phone, listening to her friends give her a pep talk as she walked to the front door.

“We put some wipes in your bag and some mints as well just in case your breath gets hot,” Sage said, following behind Toni.

“Oh yes and some pepper spray if he decides to get handsy,” Raquel continued, bringing up the rear, “You never know he can turn into an asshole when the clock strikes twelve.”

Sage gave Rocky a glare and nudged her, “I doubt it will come to that, Racquel but it is always good to be safe.”

“Yes, it is,” Rocky grumbled, rubbing her sore side. Sage may be small but her elbow had some power behind it.

Toni turned to them when they reached the door, “Thanks guys for all the help.”

“We got your back girl, you know that.”

“And have fun tonight please, you deserve it and it will do you good to get some dick. It might help you stop being so damn uptight.”

“Sage!” Toni gasped, hitting the girl’s arm while Rocky stood next to her nodding in agreeance.

“I can’t stand you guys.” Toni picked up the keys she left on the small table by the door and opened her arms, “Alright give me some loving.”

They all came in for a group hug, just like they always did back in college, “Love you hoes,” Toni murmured.

“We love you too,” Sage and Rocky said together.

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Pulling into the parking lot Toni texted Chris letting him know she had arrived and while she waited on his reply she stared down at her phone and went through her social media. Suddenly a knock on her window made her jolt in the seat and look up with a hand to her chest. She let out a breath when she saw it was Chris at her window, his eyebrow raised and his mouth curved into a smirk.

“Geez Chris, you scared the shit out of me,” Toni exclaimed through the closed window.

She reached next to her, to get her purse and took her keys out of the ignition, placing them and her phone into her bag. She unlocked the door and he opened it for her, a smile still residing on his lips, “My bad ma, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Toni side-eyed him as she got out, “Liar, you know damn well it’s too dark for your ass to be playing games.”

“Oh shit, don’t tell me big bad Antonia is scared of the dark.” Chris closed her car door behind her and Toni hit her key fob locking the vehicle. They began walking through the sparsely lit up parking lot, heading towards the building that had MadeYa Look Escape Room in bright lights at the front.

“Listen, frightening things live in the night, so don’t shame me.”

Chris chuckled as they walked side by side, his hands behind his back, “Nah, no shaming here baby. I used to be the same way, years ago.”

Toni felt a jolt at this new nickname, she hadn’t been called baby from the opposite sex in years and it made her feel warm inside to be hearing it from him. Toni decided to play it cool and not show how much the term of endearment affected her, but she secretly promised herself she would gush about it later in the privacy of her home.

“What made you stop being scared?” Toni asked as they finally reached the entrance.

She went to open the door but his ring covered hand was suddenly on top of hers, making her palm sweat on the cool metal of the handle, “When I became the scary thing to the monsters.”

Toni noticed the sudden shift between them as she gazed into his dark brown orbs. You would think after a statement like that she would be afraid but she felt perfectly fine, safe even. She didn’t know what to think about that, so she intended to not think about it at all.

“I forgot to tell you earlier but you look beautiful,” Chris said, his eyes not leaving hers, he was close enough that he could hear her breath stutter but didn’t comment. Toni bit her lip and pushed a piece of hair behind her ear.

“You got your nose pierced,” she said, surprised. Toni saw the faint glint of the piercing from the glare of the lights and even though she never dated a guy with one it was different and it fit him perfectly.

Chris took note of the change of subject but he nodded anyway and ran his tongue across his bottom lip, making it shine, “You like it?”  

“It’s cute,” She said with faux disinterest. Just like last time, with the close proximity they were in Toni could smell his cologne that was dark and subtle. They would kiss if she stood on her tiptoes.

“You ready for me to whoop your ass in this game?” Chris teased, and just like that the spell was broken and the light-hearted flirting came back into play.

Toni scoffed, grateful for the break from the tension “Please, the question is are you ready?”

With her hands still encompassed in his, they both opened the door and went to the front desk to pay and get instructions. The brunette clerk who they later learned was named Debbie was none the wiser to the something that transpired moments before, as she explained rules and questioned which room they wanted to play. While the middle-aged woman was talking, he had his hand rested on the small of Toni’s back and tried as she might she couldn’t focus on anything else but the heat of his palm. Luckily, another couple came in after them and they were able to play against the pair in the zombie apocalypse escape room. Before the game started Toni and Chris set up a bet for whoever solved the most clues even though they were on the same team. Toni ran her hand through her loose curls to put her hair up in a ponytail waiting for the countdown and noticed Chris’s outfit, “You don’t think you’ll get hot running around in your jacket?”

As per usual Chris was clad in all black but he had on a jean jacket over a black shirt this time rather than a regular button-up.  

“I’m straight,” Chris said nonchalantly. Before she could interrogate him further, Debbie’s voice came onto the intercom letting them know she was starting the countdown. Quickly, ten seconds turned to one, and the game began.

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The couple walked out of the room breathless and delighted with how well the game turned out. They beat the newlyweds by a landslide with one minute to spare, and unfortunately to Chris’s exasperation, Toni solved most of the clues and now she had full reign over tonight.

“Congrats guys!” The clerk complimented as she handed them two free t-shirts for winning and even offered to snap a picture of them to put on their winner board. Chris declined grumbling about how he hated taking pictures but of course, when Toni gave him puppy dog eyes and reminded him she was the captain of tonight he grudgingly relented. Only on the grounds of them taking the photo on their personal phones and that Toni promised not to rag on him the rest of the date.  

Toni gave the woman her phone already opened to the camera app and they both took their place in front of the winner’s board. She didn’t know where to position herself, not wanting to be too much in Chris’s personal space if he wasn’t comfortable with it, but he made the decision for her when he put his arm on her shoulders and brought her in close, making Toni’s palms sweat. She quickly decided to wrap her arms around his waist praying he couldn’t feel her heart practically beat out her chest when she leaned against his side. They both looked at the camera with big smiles earning an “Awww you two are adorable!” from Debbie.

As Toni went to pull away, she brushed against something solid and what felt oddly like steel under his jacket. Stepping back Toni pondered over the fact that the object that she touched was most likely a gun and that was probably the reason why he didn’t want to take off his jacket before the game.

“Here you go hun,” Debbie said, passing Toni her phone.  

Toni graciously thanked her while she took the device and tried to school her features. She knew people had guns, even her father had some locked away at his house but something about him hiding it made her stomach roll.

They went out into the cool night and Toni walked next to Chris quietly still thinking, “So where to boss, since you running shit now.”  

A beat passed and she could see Chris in her peripheral take a look at her, wondering why she wasn’t responding.

“You good mama?” He inquired.

 She was acting like such a dumb ass, it wasn’t like he was her boyfriend he didn’t have to necessarily tell her why he had a gun and she was fine when he told her the monsters were afraid of him. So why did the gun affect her so much?

Toni looked over at him seeing his brows knitted in worry and decided to push the issue aside for a second. “Yep, but the real question is are you good after that ass whooping I gave you? Mr. I’m gonna win just watch.”

Chris groaned, “I thought you promised you wasn’t gonna flame me.”

“Obviously I lied, I just wanted you to stop whining and take the damn picture.”

“Nah, I just think you wanted a pic so you could look at it and fantasize about me all the time.”

Toni snickered and pushed him, “Please, don’t flatter yourself.”  

They were still talking when they finally reached her car. Toni leaned against her door, she could see his Range a couple of spaces from hers. “So what now Antonia?”

He asked while he stood in front of her, his hands in his pockets.

“Not sick of me yet?” Toni wondered, tilting her head.

“Never that darlin’.’”

Toni cleared her throat feeling her cheeks burn, damn him, he knew exactly what the hell he was doing. Not wanting to put it off any longer she made the choice to just ask him about the gun, not wanting to proceed with the night without being in the know.  “Can I...ugh this is probably so stupid but can I ask you a question first before we leave here?”

He straightened when he heard the way she stuttered like she was worried about questioning him, “Go ahead.”

Toni crossed her arms, “You can tell me it's none of my business and honestly it’s not that big of a deal but is there a reason why you didn’t want to tell me you were carrying a gun? I felt it while we were taking the picture.”

She was expecting him to get upset about her interrogation  but his posture went lax, seeming happy that that was what she wanted to ask.

“I didn’t say anything ‘cause I wasn’t sure if it was gonna freak you out. I use it for protection only and I should have told you instead of assuming.”  

Toni sighed and rubbed her forehead, “No, I apologize it just took me by surprise is all. I knew someone that carried and it always seemed like he used it more to showcase how much of a dick he was rather than use it as a safety precaution.”

“Hey,” Chris raised Toni’s chin, making her focus on him. “Don’t ever be scared to ask me somethin’.  Even if I don’t like the question, imma always try and give you as much of the truth that I can, aight?”

“Okay,” Toni said.

“Okay,” Chris dropped his hand and grabbed Toni’s holding it in his grasp, still looking at her, “So we gonna chill in this parking lot all night or we gonna go to the next spot?”

Toni lightly squeezed his hand with a mischievous glint in her eye, “I know the perfect place.”

“Aiight then,” Chris walked to the passenger side of her car waiting, “Let’s go.”

“You’re not gonna drive your car?” Toni wrinkled her nose, puzzled whilst unlocking the car.

Chris opened the door and simply said, “Nope I trust you,” before getting into the vehicle leaving Toni speechless.

Toni let out a harsh breath and whispered “This man is too fine,” getting into the car as well. It seemed like their night had only begun.

Tag list: @aria725 @kikilovesdankmemes​ @briannab1234​

[diagnosed-by-doyle]

His Desire

Pairing: le Comte de Saint Germain x Reader

Genre: smut

Kinks: marking, body worship, oral sex (both ways), self-denial, rough sex, choking

Word Count: 2043

A/N: I know it’s early, but happy Valentine’s Day! I’m not sure if I’ll have anything else ready before Friday, so consider this my Valentine’s post. Also, a big thanks to @ikemencrossedmyth for giving me some lovely ideas for this and future fics!

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A knock on my door pulled my attention away from the vanity mirror. “Just a minute!” I quickly removed the remainder of my makeup and hurried to the door. When I opened it, le Comte de Saint Germain, my lover of several months, was waiting on the other side. I grinned at the delightful surprise. “Have you finished the planning?”

He nodded. “Everything is ready for the event. Have you already eaten dinner?”

“I would’ve waited for you if I knew you’d be getting done tonight.”

“That isn’t why I asked.” He stepped into the room then closed and locked the door behind him. “I’ve missed you, ma chérie.” He began to pepper kisses all over my face.

“We just saw each other this morning,” I giggled.

“Yes, but you were only there to deliver the mail. Now,” he backed me up against the wall, “I have time to love you properly.”

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The implication behind his words made me bite my lip in anticipation of what was to come. “Then you won’t mind if I do this.” I wrapped my hand around the knot of his tie and yanked him down toward me. I crashed my lips onto his and pushed my tongue into his mouth.

“Mmmm…” Le Comte moaned in approval as he made his tongue dance with mine. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head with one hand. With his free hand, he began to work on the buttons of my blouse. 

“Ahhh…” The noise slipped past my lips as he moved down to my neck. I could feel his fangs nipping and grazing me as he sucked at my skin.

After a few minutes of this torturous, yet sweet activity, he pulled back and smiled apologetically. “I don’t think you’ll be able to cover those up.”

“It’s okay,” I breathed.

“Hm. Let me make it up to you.” Using the wall as leverage, he wrapped my legs around his waist then turned around and sat me on the edge of the bed. After he tossed aside my blouse and corset, he sank to his knees and removed my shoes. Le comte hooked his fingers around my skirt and panties and started to tug. I raised my hips so that he could get them off of me with ease.

He licked his lips hungrily as he looked me over. “You’re always so beautiful, ____.” He pushed his fingers into the top of the thigh-high stocking on my right leg. He took his time pulling it down, and he followed the fabric with his lips, leaving soft, slow kisses down my leg all the way to my foot. He did the same thing with my other leg before spreading my knees apart to give himself more room. The vampire brought himself closer and pulled apart my folds, allowing cold air to touch my womanhood. Not wasting another second, he began to flick his tongue against my most sensitive spot.

“Mh!” I combed my fingers through his thick, soft hair and watched as he continued to work my body in a way that only he could do.

Using the flat of his tongue, he licked up from my entrance to my bundle of nerves. When he finally dipped his tongue into my heat and started to suck, he used his thumb to stimulate my clit.

I threw my head back and relished how amazing he was making me feel. Soon, he had me throbbing from an incredible orgasm that had me clenching the bed sheets.

After wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand, le Comte stood and began to strip himself of his clothing. I quickly hopped off the bed and began helping him. Two sets of hands were faster than one, after all.

Once my love was free of his clothes, I had him sit in the arm chair in the corner of the room. He was confused at first, but he understood as soon as I dropped to my knees in front of him.

“Ah, I see. As long as you’re enjoying yourself, ma bien-aimée.*” He stroked my hair affectionately while I started to pump his already hard member.

I made sure my tongue was nice and wet before I started licking up and down his length. Once I had his member completely wet, I took him into my mouth and slowly bobbed my head and sucked as I worked to pleasure him with my mouth.

I must have been doing a good job. I felt him twitch in my mouth when I looked up at him through my lashes. He started raising his hips up off the chair to push himself deeper into my mouth.

When he finally couldn’t take it anymore, he grabbed a fist full of my hair at the back of my head and pulled me off of his red, throbbing length. He’d been very, very close to coming. If he had let me go any longer, he would have.

He leaned forward and wiped my spit off of my bottom lip with his thumb as I gasped for breath. “You look so naughty right now.” He took a deep breath to try to calm the ache he was feeling deep inside himself. “But I don’t want to finish right now, not before I’ve taken you.”

The pureblood picked me up and walked over to the bed before laying me on the bed and climbing on top of me.

Le Comte’s golden irises were glazed over with lust as he placed his warm palm against my cheek. “Tell me if I get too rough, chérie. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I placed my hand over his and leaned into his touch in an effort to reassure him. “You won’t. You never do.”

He took my hand in his and brought it to his lips, placing one delicate kiss on my knuckles. “I haven’t been able to see you very much these past few days. I won’t be able to hold anything back, I’m afraid.” His gaze promised that our night would be filled with overwhelming ecstasy. It sent a shiver of excitement down my spine.

I placed my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down toward me so that I could whisper to him seductively. “Do your worst.”

If our clothes weren’t already discarded and forgotten on the floor, I’m certain he would have ripped mine off of my body. Just as I planned, those three little words set him off. Le Comte pushed my thighs apart then eased himself into me, but that would be the only mercy he’d grant. 

Once I gave him the go-ahead, he began to thrust his hips at a slow, steady pace. “Tell me, ____. Does it feel good?”

My mouth opened to respond, but he plunged himself into me with a particularly hard thrust. Instead of words, all that came out was a breathy moan.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’” He chuckled and moved my legs so that my ankles were over his shoulders then leaned down for a better angle.

Soon, his hips were snapping against me relentlessly, making the sounds of our labored breathing, the wetness of my arousal around his member, and skin slapping against skin fill the room. 

“____…!”

Hearing my name on his lips, his voice strained from the sheer amount of pleasure he was feeling--it made me want even more of him.

“Comte! Please--! I need more!”

Le Comte’s irises glowed for a fraction of a second as a low growl formed at the back of his throat. His arm shot forward, and he wrapped his long, slender fingers around my neck. Keeping absolute eye contact with me, he applied a minimal amount of pressure to the sides of my neck.

“Mmm! Yeees!” My shouts of pleasure were probably loud enough for all the residents to hear. But I didn’t care, not right now while I was in the throes of pleasure, courtesy of the most handsome noble in all of Europe. God, he knew every detail of my body and how to make me tick.

“Good girl. Let me hear your beautiful voice.” Le Comte removed his hand from my neck and instead used it to palm my breasts, which were bouncing from the impact of his hips against my core.

Though my mind was hazy, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. The light of the full moon was dimly illuminating the room. It showed that the pureblood’s wonderfully toned body had become shiny with sweat, and his hair had become damp.

“Mngh!” I felt my core tighten when he began to rub furiously at the small bundle of nerves between my thighs. 

“Haaaaah...You’re making this...very difficult for me, ma chérie.

“I can’t--Ah! I can’t help it! I’m almost…!”

“I know.” He moved his lips next to my ear. Feeling his hot panting breaths against my skin only moved me closer to my climax. His voice low and husky, he spoke, “Come for me, ____.”

“Ahh! Fuck!” It wasn’t instantaneous, but it was damn close. His words threw me over the edge, and my whole body began to spasm from the sheer force of my orgasm as I raked my nails down his back.

Le Comte grunted loudly as he struggled to hold on. A slew of French curses that I couldn’t keep up with poured from his mouth as he reached up with his free hand to grip the top of the headboard above me. The muscles in his arm tensed, and he gave a few final thrusts before I could feel his seed begin to fill me. “____!”

At that moment, the headboard began to crack from the force le Comte was exerting. If he noticed, he didn’t pay it any mind. I heard the wood split in two at the same time that the pureblood threw himself over me, making my vision go dark.

Once my eyes adjusted to the sudden change in lighting, I saw that one of the rods that made up the canopy had fallen on top of him. I gazed at him with concern as we both struggled to catch our breath.

“You’re not hurt, are you?” he finally spoke.

“You’re asking me?” I reached up to hold his face in my hands. “What about you?”

He gave me a reassuring smile. “This is nothing.” He took my hands in his and kissed my palms before pulling out of me and sitting back, causing the wood to fall off of him. He raised his eyes to look at the damage. “I’ll have to replace that. Would you be against sleeping with me until I can get your bed fixed? If so, you’re more than welcome to make use of one of the spare rooms.”

I sat up and kissed the tip of his nose. “What kind of question is that? You know I don’t mind sleeping with you.”

“I have to make sure.” He chuckled and placed a chaste kiss on top of my head. “I’ll meet you at la therme, mon amour.” He took my chin in his fingers and looked at me with adoration. “And when we’re done relaxing, I’ll get you some tea and massage you with some medicinal cream. I don’t want you to be so sore in the morning.”

“You don’t have to do all that for me.” I was so touched by how sweet he was being, but he really didn’t have to go to such measures.

“I want to. Let me spoil you, ____. You deserve it.” His eyes trailed down to my neck. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

I shook my head. “No, I enjoyed it.

He looked into my eyes seriously, trying to decide if I was saying that just to try to please him. Finally, he pulled me into his warm embrace. “I don’t know what I’d do if I ever hurt you.” After a moment, he pulled back and got off the bed to pull on his trousers. Once they were secure around his hips, he came back over to the bed and gave me one more passionate kiss. “Try not to keep me waiting too long. Je t'aime.**”

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*  ma bien-aimée = my beloved

**  Je t'aime. = I love you.

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Title: Makeup Relationship(s): Matsuda Yasuke/Enoshima Junko Rating: Mature Summary: Enoshima tries out some of her makeup on Matsuda. Naturally, he hates this. Trigger Warnings: Childhood trauma, mockery of trauma, Emasculation (not in the physical way), Ball crushing, 

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“Keep your ass still! If you keep wriggling like that I’ll stab your eye out!”

In a show of defiance, Matsuda squirmed again, pulling his face further away from the wand. “At this point that would be preferable.”

Enoshima responded by grabbing hold of his chin firmly, pressing those awful red claws into the soft flesh of his cheeks. She mounted herself into his lap, pressing her knee close to the boy’s crotch as she brought the mascara wand back to his face.

It would be an interesting scene to have walked in on. Numerous palettes and types of makeup strewn across the bed, having been pulled from Enoshima's makeup box in a frenzy. The box had also been abandoned on the floor in a fit of triump when she had finally found what she was looking for.

How she roped him into this? Matsuda didn't know. He had been stretched out on the bed, casually reading manga, Enoshima touching up her nails beside him. Next thing he knew she was crawling over him, telling him to sit still and let her try her mascara out on him.

Matsuda yelped, unable to pull himself away from the near painful pressure near his groin. “Oi oi oi, that fucking hurts ugly!”

“Shut up and take it like a man!” Unable to contain the giggle that spilled from her lips, Enoshima gently wiped the wand against his eyelashes. “You’re gonna look so pretty once I’m done with you!”

There was another groan from Matsuda as he relaxed his body in submission. Enoshima was most elated by this response, and focused all her efforts on painting the inky black liquid onto the boy’s eyelashes. Not having to restrain him certainly made the process much easier, even with Matsuda’s grumbling and pouting.

The brush ran smoothly over his long lashes, making them look even longer and darker than usual. Enoshima had envied his eyelashes since they were kids, constantly commenting on how “A nerdy boy like you doesn’t deserve them”. The memory was incredibly vivid in Matsuda's mind. She had been so close to his face, and how embarrassed he was because of it. Puberty had been a terribly awkward time for him, and Enoshima sure hadn't helped with how comfortable she was with touching him.

“Stop blinking! It's almost like you don’t want to look like a pretty girl!”

The shrill voice pulled Matsuda from his pleasant little memories. He blinked a few times as he focused his vision, much to Enoshima’s frustration. Upon focusing, the first thing he noticed was exactly how close her breasts were to his face. He gasped, tearing his face from Enoshima’s grasp to look away.

He could feel the warmth rising in his cheeks as he very adamantly tried to not let his eyes follow back down the path towards her boobs.

What the fuck am I doing? If I act like this she’ll just tease me again.

“Were you looking at my boobs, Yasuke?! You little fucking pervert!” There was a drastic switch, Enoshima’s aggressive and rude personality being swapped out for doe eyes and a pathetic face. “I’m being so kind as to do your makeup, and you repay me by looking at my boobs.”

“I’m not looking at your tits!” Matsuda hissed, Squeezing his eyes shut tightly and shaking his head. “It wouldn’t even matter if I was because they’re small, and I’m not into little girl tits.”

“Ha! Look at you! You’re in denial! You sure didn’t think that when you were fourteen.” A loud cackle escaped Enoshima as he leant closer, reestablishing her hold on Matsuda’s face. She pulled his face to look at her, coming nose to nose with those piercing blue eyes. A soft gasp slipped through Matsuda’s lips as his hands grabbed Enoshima’s thigh, squeezing tightly in a desperate attempt to get her to shift some of her weight back. Instead, she doubled down, pressing her knee further into his crotch.

“Y-You’re crushing my--”

“Admit it, Matsuda Yasuke. You were looking at my boobs. Admit you think they’re sexy.” “They’re not sexy. J-Just get off you stupid bitch!”

Enoshima paused for a moment, all emotion dropping right off her face in a sudden episode of seriousness. “I’ll tell all of Hope’s Peak that you’re gay.”

The fact she pretended like it was something so damn serious just made Matsuda even more angry. “You and I both know that wouldn’t mean shit!”

Unwilling to admit defeat, Enoshima pressed her knee in harder. “You know how easy it would be to get you thrown out of this school.”

“That hurts so fucking bad Jesus Christ." Screwing his face up in pain, Matsuda cried out. "Are you trying to sterilise me?!”

Enoshima's held no sympathy for him, beginning to cackle like a witch as she tossed the mascara aside. She leant onto her hands, forcing all of her weight onto Matsuda’s crotch, finding herself delighted with the resounding yelp.

That yelp descended into a high pitched screech, with Matsuda grabbing her arm tightly enough that he burned little red crescents into the pale skin.

“P-Please…” He choked, lowering his head so that Enoshima couldn’t see his face.

Still giggling away to herself, Enoshima leant back a little, the position allowing her to grab ahold of Matsuda’s chin again. “What?! Are you fuckin’ crying?!”

Matsuda bit his lip, squeezing his eyes shut in hopes of hiding the fact they were watering from her analysing gaze. However, that completely fell apart when she kneed him hard again, and Matsuda couldn't help himself with the sudden burning in his eyes, throat, and groin.

It felt like his guts were being ripped out more and more with each passing second, the pain and pressure searing through him. There was no stopping the tear that leaked from the corner of his eye, gliding down his burning cheeks.

“You are crying!” Practically squealing with delight, Enoshima dug her bright-red claws into his skin again, causing more tears to spill from Matsuda’s eyes as he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. “Oh that’s so precious, I haven’t seen you cry in forever!”

“J-Just stop. Get off.” Matsuda croaked, wrenching his face from her grasp so that he could turn his face away. “You said you wouldn’t laugh.”

Enoshima couldn't hold back the cackle that slipped past her lips. “Yeah, when we were kids.”

As soon as she said that, Matsuda completely descended into loud sobs that made him shake and twitch.

“Jesus, are you seriously that worked up over it?" She could hardly contain her confusion as he brought his hands to his face, wiping at stray tears. "Just because I squashed your puny little balls?”

Crawling off Matsuda's lap, Enoshima observed closely with a wide grin stretched over her face. She knew exactly why he was this upset, why it was tearing him up inside. His tears kept streaming down his face, smudging the mascara and leaving dark streaks down his cheeks, which only worsened when he attempted to wipe them away.

“Get out of my house.” Matsuda choked out, barely able to keep his voice from wavering.

“Woah woah woah! You’re just going to throw out a pretty girl like me just because you pissed your pants?” Enoshima giggled, putting a hand over her mouth in a shocked gesture before leaning in close to Matsuda’s ear. “Does it bring you despair that I’m no longer a child who’s willing to be pushed around by your shitty attitude?”

Matsuda shunted her off, not looking back as he slid off the bed and made a beeline for the bathroom, leaving Enoshima to roll over and gaze lovingly as he left

The door slammed loudly behind him, leaving Matsuda in a dead silent room, gasping and sobbing as he leant back against the wooden frame. He was so unbearably humiliated, sure. But even more than that, he was scared.

Scared of the monster Enoshima Junko was becoming.

"Well, I know where I'm not wanted! I also know when to call it quits and give up, unlike some people! " Enoshima yelled out to him in a singsong voice. "I'll see you tomorrow, Yasuke-chan!"

Matsuda grabbed his shirt, feeling his chest ache and airway tighten up. This wasn't right. This wasn't okay.

What kind of person was Junko becoming? Every year she became more and more sadistic, hungry for chaos and entertainment, fed up with Matsuda trying to lead her down a better path.

Being a model whilst she was still in high school, it was hard enough on the average psyche. But it didn't feel as though Enoshima were the victim of the media, of society. No, she was the prey. Climbing her way up the ladder, gaining more and more power and influence daily.

He had to stop this. He had to fix her. With his invitation to Hope's Peak, he could obtain the funding to research further into why this was happening to her, how to put a stop to it. And maybe he could find a way to cure his mother's disease, finally.

His breathing had calmed from ragged gasps into deep, shaky breaths. Matsuda let go of his shirt, making his way to the sink with shaking hands. He leaned onto it, glancing up at his reflection in the mirror

Those dark streaks down his cheeks made him look like a girl who had been dumped on her special day.

He grit his teeth tightly, turning the tap on hard before beginning to wash the marks off his face, rinse the burning from his eyes.

No matter what cruel things she did, he would not give up on Junko.

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The Good Christian

Veronica always considered herself a good Christian girl. She gave to the poor, helped with the church activities and led a very pious life.

The church noticed too. They held her up as an example for everyone to attain to. That was why when Veronica’s crucifix necklace broke the congregation banded together to get her a new one.

They wanted it to be a special one so they saved for weeks. Once they had enough money they sent Jud the recovering alcoholic to purchase the necklace from the city.

Unfortunately giving Jud the opportunity and money he relapsed and spent most of the money drinking. Waking up with a killer hangover he took what little he had left and purchased a crucifix from a nearby pawn shop.

The pawn shop didn’t exactly have a traditional crucifix but one that was upside down. Jud bought it anyway knowing he could adjust it so no one would know.

The congregation handed the new necklace to Veronica after the Sunday sermon and she was overcome with emotion.

“Oh my, thank you so much, I don’t deserve the kindness you give me.” She said welling up with tears. She excused herself to clean herself up in the bathroom.

Once she had wiped the tears from her face she looked upon the cross with pride. She was happy that the community had been so thoughtful.

“After all I do do more than anyone else around here so it’s only fair they got me this.” She said with a sudden feeling of superiority while holding the crucifix. She stroked it lovingly, coveting it.

“I should really wait and try it on in front of them but why should I? Why should I do anything for them or for anyone? Wait what am I saying?” She said suddenly catching herself but the more she touched the cross the more the selfish thoughts entered her head. The more the jewellery called out to her begging to be worn.

“No I’m speaking sense for once. The only person I should care about is me. I’m the only one that matters.” She said slipping the crucifix around her neck. Almost instantly she felt a burning sensation sweep across her body, not painful but pleasurable.

“Oh fuck me I don’t know what’s happening but I love it!” Veronica moaned. Changes erupted across her body as the crucifix burned white hot slowly removing the purity in the good Christian.

Her breasts ballooned up causing her white shirt to rip. In response she tore it off altogether.

“Oh fuck yes! Give me big mouth watering tits! I want men to drool over them.” She yelled as her boobs became two perfectly formed mounds.

She shook her hair out of the childish pigtails they were in and it instantly straightened and became shiny and smooth.

Makeup covered her face giving her the perfect alpha bitch look while her nails grew to a point and painted themselves pink.

“Mmmm these will look perfect scratching the back of a handsome hunk.” She moaned imagining the sight.

Next her stomach retracted in and became toned and strong while her waist remained the same giving her an enviable hour glass figure.

“Yessss! The perfect body for the perfect woman! No one will be my equal! No wait what am I saying? This is wrong! It’s the crucifix! I have to take it off.” She said wrapping her hand around the metal cross. Just as she was about to tear it off she caught herself in the bathroom mirror.

As she held the crucifix voices seemed to speak to her in her mind offering her power beyond her wildest dreams. They encouraged her to try some right then and there. She knew this would be her last chance to save her soul but she couldn’t resist the call of the darkness.

She waved a hand over her body and black fire surrounded her body. However it didn’t burn her, it instead created some clothes out of thin air and wrapped her body in it. Tight black latex pants enveloped her legs and a thin white top tried to contain her now big breasts. The entire act made Veronica cackle in evil glee as her soul turned black.

“Ok I give into this marvellous dark magic, after all its made me into a stone cold hottie. Fuck I feel so horny! I could go out and find some random stud to plow me but why would I when I have a congregation ready to be corrupted.” She said taking one last loving look at herself before strolling out to her flock. 

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False Positive [Chapter 4]

Rating: M Words: 2161 Pairing: Kristanna Summary: When things don’t go according to plan and Anna finds herself alone and pregnant, she looks to her sister’s best friend, Kristoff, and almost makes a huge mistake.

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Notes: woof. This one fought me. Thanks to @karis-the-fangirl, @kristanna, and @frozenwritingcorner for being Angels Sent From Above and listening to me cry about this chapter for days gjdsgnksjg. I think it turned out all right though. Maybe. Anyway.

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The sun was shining brightly in her eyes, and Anna was just a little more than pissed off. There was a reason she bought those light blocking curtains, and what a waste of money they were. Her eyes opened blearily as she took in her surroundings. This… was not her room. Right.

Strong arms were still wrapped around her, but she had turned over in her sleep and buried her face into his neck, his chin resting on the top of her cheek. Anna took a deep breath, enjoying the musky scent that was so very deeply Kristoff before failing to hold back a yawn. 

He stirred above her and, in his half sleepy daze, nuzzled his nose against her face as his arms tightened to pull her closer. 

“G’morning,” she murmured, smiling against his skin. 

But as soon as he was fully alert, he was pulling away from her, cheeks red and body tense. “Ah…” he let go of her, and Anna blinked rapidly at the loss of warmth. “Sorry.” He sat up fully, running his hair between his fingers as he looked anywhere but at her.

“...It’s okay.” Anna bit her lip before rolling onto her back and staring at the ceiling. “Felt nice.”

Kristoff laughed, his shoulders surging forward. If he was being honest, he was just glad they were both still fully dressed. There were more than one occurrences of him waking up with her pressed flush against him and having to adjust himself in more ways than he was willing to admit. Thank god she was a heavy sleeper.

It wasn’t like him to do things like that. To throw caution to the wind, and risk making things with someone important to him complicated. In fact, he liked things to be as simple as possible. Which is why he hooked up with strange girls who were visiting from out of town and he knew he’d never see again. The number of them had lessened as he got older, but he was safe and they were simple and the idea of being vulnerable enough to be in a relationship with someone had him completely terrified.

No one knew him that well. If everything went according to his plan, no one but Sven ever would.

But when Anna, who he’d maybe had many, many dreams about since the sweet young age of fifteen - mostly innocent, mostly about chaste kisses and hand holding and getting a cat together, but had maybe occasionally gone to a filthier place once or twice when they were out of high school - showed up looking like that and batting her eyelashes at someone who wasn’t him, he may have totally lost it. 

He risked a glance back at her, scrolling through her phone and still absentmindedly running a hand over the stuffie, and pressed his lips together firmly. He didn’t think he had feelings for her - not romantic ones, anyway - so he knew sleeping with her would have just made things far too complicated. And if he did ever cross that line… 

Maybe he wanted it to mean something.

Besides, he knew her too well. Knew she’d be crawling back to Hans the second he gave her an opening. And then she’d be broken again, because guys like Hans take the best people they can find and beat them senseless until they don’t know any life but the one where they’re dependent on him.

Kristoff sighed and laid back down, placing his head on her stomach. He felt his heart clench as she moved her fingers to his hair and ran them through, gently untangling any knots she came across. “Sorry,” he mumbled, reaching up to pat her knee before dropping his hand onto his own stomach. 

“For what?” Her head was clearly far away, and Kristoff tried his best to not feel hurt. 

“Last night.”

“Don’t be. It was probably for the best.”

He glanced up at her as she dropped her phone down to her chest to smile at him. 

“All right.”

She patted his head a couple times before returning her attention to her phone. Kristoff was comfortable and didn’t want to move, but he also kind of wanted her attention.

“What are you looking at?”

Anna’s nails were scratching his scalp, a comfort amongst the tension he felt.

“Just instagram. Look how cute this family is!” She handed him her phone and he couldn’t help but smile. They were cute. He nodded and hummed an agreement before handing back the phone. Anna seemed to hesitate for a moment before speaking slowly. “Do you want to be a dad?”

Kristoff’s throat dried up. “A dad?” He squeaked out, trying to cough and ease the tightness. He thought someday he’d like a family, but he thought maybe he should find a person he trusted enough to have a family with first. “I mean… yeah? Eventually?” Why was she asking this in the first place?

“Would you…” her voice was low and slow, as if she was trying her best to think about what she was going to say. “Ever date someone who already had a kid?” 

His heart was beating faster and he could feel his forehead breaking out into a light sweat. This conversation was going very much into Complicated Territory, and he let out a little laugh. “I mean, sure. If I liked them enough.”

“...Okay.”

He almost let out a sigh of relief as the conversation seemed to be ending, but Anna’s hand had completely stilled in his hair and she wasn’t one to just let a conversation end without a resolution. “Why?” He started, turning his head to look at her, planning on cracking some joke before he noticed the tears welling up in her eyes. 

“Whoa, whoa,” he started, sitting up and moving up the bed. “What’s wrong?”

She sniffled and wiped at her eyes, some leftover makeup smearing across her cheek. “I’m…” 

Oh god.

“So I’m pregnant. And I just…”

Oh no.

“I’m scared no one’s ever going to -“

Kristoff’s face had gone completely pale, and Anna stopped mid sentence to squint at him through her teary vision. “Are you okay? It’s not like it’s yours.”

He forced out a laugh and ran a hand down his face. “Right, of course. It’s… Hans’?”

“Of course it is!” Her eyebrows lowered in offense, as if he thought she was just sleeping with anyone who looked at her. Well, she supposed that could be a fair assumption after... “Thanks for the faith in me.”

His hands shot up in mock surrender, and he shrugged. “Look, sorry. Just after last night…” 

Anna had pulled the troll stuffie closer to her chest again, propping her chin up on top of its’ head. “... I wasn’t going to go home with that guy, okay? I wasn’t going to go home with just anyone. Why do you think I came to your bar?”

His breath quickened and his eyes locked onto her flushed face. She risked one glance up at him and the red in her cheeks deepened. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

A heavy silence fell between them. Kristoff could see how upset she was, and he tried to push down his shock as he moved to sit next to her and wrap one arm around her shoulders. “Okay…” There was a long beat where neither of them really knew what to say. So she was pregnant, and Hans broke up with her … Something quickly occurred to him. “Does Hans know?”

Anna nodded and his frown deepened. 

“Is that why…”

“Yeah.”

“Ouch.”

Kristoff hugged her a little closer, pressing his cheek to her head. He knew Hans was a terrible guy, but to leave your pregnant girlfriend? That’s beyond scummy. Especially since they had been together for years at this point. What a classy guy. Damn. 

“Have you told Elsa?”

“God, no,” Anna laughed, sniffing and wiping at her face. “She’ll kick me out.”

“No she…” Kristoff paused and cringed a little before nodding against her hair. “Okay, she does hate him. But she loves you more.”

A scoff escaped Anna’s throat and she tried to look up at him. “Sure.”

They both knew Elsa could be a bit fickle and more than a little bit selfish at times, but she always meant well, and always tried her best to make sure her sister was well taken care of. But that didn’t necessarily mean she wouldn’t get angry enough to do something drastic. It wasn’t like it hadn’t happened before.

“So…” he shrugged, squeezing her arm. “What’s the plan?”

“Well my original plan turned out to be… the worst. So.” Anna sighed, biting her lower lip. “I guess it’s time to come up with something new.”

Kristoff let out a chuckle, shaking her shoulder. “Wait, original plan? What was that? Not get pregnant? Or find someone who wasn’t a total scumbag?”

Anna’s whole body tensed under his arm as a very forced and uncomfortable laugh ripped from her throat. “Yeah, hah, I should have done that, right? Maybe I should have slept with you instead.”

She sounded weird, as if she were hiding something, or possibly revealing a half-truth. Kristoff slowly removed his arm from her shoulders and turned to look at her head on. That was when he finally noticed the shame written all over her face. She wouldn’t have…

 “Did you… Were you trying to… with me? Is that why you came last night? Were you trying to...” His eyebrows furrowed, unsure of what exactly he was feeling. She wouldn’t have tried to trick him, would she? Anna wasn’t like that. Anna… not Anna.

Her jaw dropped, words stuck in her throat. “No, I… no. Listen.” She fisted her hands in the sheets before tears started brimming her eyelashes, but it seemed she was determined not to let them fall. 

Fuck.

“I just thought maybe if… if it was you… or at least everyone thought it was you…”

Kristoff pressed shaking fingers into his forehead, sliding just a little further away from her. “Oh, god. Anna, come on…” 

“Listen, please,” she was sitting up higher, shifting to her knees and wrapping her hands around his wrists. “Please don’t be mad. It was a dumb idea that I wasn’t going to go through with, and just…”

He pulled his hands away from hers and shook his head, as if he was trying to pretend this conversation wasn’t happening.

“I thought Elsa wouldn’t hate me if she thought it was yours and, and listen, please,” she was trying so desperately to make him just look at her, to just see how sorry she was. All he could see was red. “I can’t do this alone.” Tears were falling freely now. “I can’t, I can’t.”

Not Anna. He couldn’t believe this. He wouldn’t… 

“You gotta go, okay?” He was standing now, moving down the hall. Anna scrambled after him, legs tangling in the blankets as she reached out for him, desperate for him to give her just a moment to explain. He stopped and turned on her quickly, holding up his hands to stop her from touching him. “Please go.”

“Kristoff, please.” She had finally escaped the bed, fingers tugging on her hair as she always did when she was nervous or upset. “I was even thinking maybe we could do this together. We could just pretend — Kristoff just listen, please—“

“You could have just talked to me, Anna!”

He had never raised his voice at her before. Not once. And even though this was more stern talking than actual yelling, Anna felt herself wince. She shrunk back, nodding. “I know.”

“What if I hadn’t stopped it? What if we had hooked up last night. Would you be telling me that I knocked you up in a couple weeks?” 

“No, god, I know it’s dumb now… I wouldn’t—“

“Are you sure?”

She felt a surge of confidence and took another step towards him. “Yes.”

Kristoff’s jaw clenched, unsure if he really believed her, and he pulled his jacket off of the hook before kicking her shoes out of the way. “Go home.”

“Please don’t make me.” Her voice was small but certain, and Kristoff felt just a tiny bit of his anger lessen. “I want to talk about this. I want to fix this. And I can’t face Elsa yet. I can’t. She’s going to be so mad…”

Pressing the heels of his palm into his eyes, Kristoff groaned. “Fine.” He cracked his neck with frustration and took a few steps forward. “I’m going to take Sven on a very long walk. We’ll talk about it when I get back.”

Anna stared at him with disbelief before sighing with relief and letting the smallest of smiles touch her lips. “Thank you.” She was practically crying again.

“Okay.”

Kristoff continued down the hall, grabbing his shoes and Sven’s harness before whistling at the pup and closing the door a little harder than necessary behind him.

[nctwd127]

Arranged Marriage.

Chapter Sixteen. 

Word Count: 3107

Lucas and I took a small nap together after the conversation we had. It felt good sleeping with someone again, being wrapped in the warmth was more than words could describe. But I think it mostly had to do with the fact that it was Lucas.

Waking up to him playing with my hair and smiling down at me, made me blush and shy away from him. He chuckled and pulled me closer to him, “You’re so beautiful.”

“Stop, don’t say that. You’re going to make me blush.” I whined into his chest. I could hear his heartbeat speed up at the sound of my laugh, I felt relived because mine did the same.

“Good, you look even more beautiful when you blush.”

I laughed and pushed away from him to get off the bed, “You’re so cheesy.” I teased.

We were in kitchen and I was sitting near the island watching him cook or at least attempt too. But it was going terrible, the alarms have gone off at least two times now.

“I don’t think you’re doing that right Lucas. You sure you don’t want my help?” I offered coming up behind him to see what he was doing. I couldn’t help but laugh at his burnt eggs.

“No just give me a second, I know it got this.” He insisted with a chuckle rumbling in his chest. I laughed and just hugged him from behind, trying to rest my chin on his shoulder.

I pulled away from him when suddenly the front the door was thrown open and then slammed shut. This couldn’t be good. Yuta wasn’t supposed to be home for another three hours. Why was he here so early?

Lucas turned off the stove and his body tensed, anger radiating off his whole being. He hid me behind his back and balled up his first and was ready to lunge at Yuta when he appeared at the door way.

Just by looking at Yuta, it was clear that he was just as infuriated. His eyes were dark and I know he only saw red right now. The both of them stood there throwing daggers at each other with their eyes.

“Why the fuck is he in my house and alone with you?” Yuta sneered balling up his own fist. Yuta had finally had enough. He was tired of me not listening to him and breaking every rule he threatened me with.

“I can be wherever I want to. Especially here because she’s living with someone as pathetic as you.” Lucas shot back.

Yuta’s laugh came out more malicious than I ever heard it be and that scared me. Lucas took a step forward and so did Yuta. This was too much for me. I could feel the anxiety creeping up on me. It was starting out slow.

“I told you to stay away from her, not once but twice. The third time I take action.”

Yuta suddenly lunged at Lucas, throwing a punch right on his jaw. Lucas was taken aback for a second before he composed himself and threw a hit back. The both of them were on the floor, throwing hits left and right.

“STOP!” I yelled. “Yuta, Lucas, stop!” I shouted louder. They rolled around the floor, blood covering their fist and faces. One moment Lucas was on top, the next Yuta was. They were making a mess of red on the floor.

“Yuta! Please stop.” I begged him trying to pull at his arms to get him off Lucas, who was laying under him. He threw his arm back aggressively the moment I pulled his arm and elbowed me in the face.

The blow was hard and sent me back, hitting my back on the corner of the island. I cried in pain, holding my nose when I hit the floor. A sharp pain spread through my whole back and it was hard to breathe for a moment.

Lucas threw a punch at Yuta hard enough to knock him off him, “You fucking hit her!” He shouted at him, coming to where I was on the floor.

Yuta ignored the way Lucas was hovering over me and tried to reach for me but Lucas stopped his hand from touching me, “Don’t you fucking dare touch her again. Especially not in my presences.” Lucas warned him, throwing his hand away from me.

“Can you get up?” Lucas asked me, wiping away my tears. I nodded no, scared to speak right now. Lucas picked me up bridal style and took me to my room. Somewhere in the process of me being lifted, Yuta left, like always.

Up in my room, Lucas laid me down on my bed where I winced at the pain my back felt. He went to my bathroom and got a wet cloth to wipe my face clean from my blood. My nose wasn’t broken but man did that elbow to my face hurt.

“Are you okay?” I asked reaching for his face. He winced when I touched his cheek where a bruise was starting to settle. Even in his pain, he still smiled at me.

He finished cleaning my face and placed the dirty cloth to the side, “I’m fine, don’t worry about me. How are you? Does your back hurt a lot?” He asked sitting next to me.

“Just a little, I feel a sharp pain right now but that’s because the corner hit my spine directly.” I explained to him, looking at his face.

“Can you bring me a clean wet cloth please?”

Lucas nodded and went to get a new one from my bathroom. Soon enough he came out with a new one and handed it to me, taking his place next to me again.

I sat up and reached for his face to clean his the same way he had for me moments before. I smiled at him, “Thank you for defending me. I just wished it hadn’t happened.”

“I know but I just couldn’t stop myself. I saw him and everything you said to me earlier just made my blood boil. I lost it, I’m sorry.” He apologized.

Lucas was willing to go above and beyond for me and I was so grateful for that, he made my heart full and feel at peace. I didn’t want to think that there was something between us I had to worry about but now I was scared that maybe I did.

“Don’t apologize please. I should be the one apologizing to you. For this, I’m so sorry.” I started to ramble feeling sad that this happened to him because of me.

He cupped my face and pulled it to him so our foreheads could be resting against each other, “I told you this morning and I’ll tell you again. There is nothing you have to be sorry about. I’m here with you through thick and thin.” He assured me.

“There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you (Y/N) and I mean that wholeheartedly.”

We held the position we were in for a long time, it felt like time had stopped and it was just us. Nothing and no one else mattered. It was just Lucas and I. Our eyes were scanning each other’s like there was something that needed to be said.

“Are you sure you don’t want to sleep over at my place tonight?” Lucas asked for like the millionth time as he got ready to leave my home. It was almost midnight and since Yuta wasn’t home, he felt a little scared that something could happen to me.

I pulled him into a hug at the front door, “Lucas, I’m going to fine. I promise. Please, don’t worry. If he isn’t home by now then he won’t come back till at least tomorrow or the following day.” I assured him knowing Yuta’s pattern by now.

“Fine but if anything just call me. Please.” He insisted not wanting to let me go. I laughed and nodded okay. He let me go and stepped outside into the night. I stood at the door, watching him get into this car and drive away.

My back wasn’t hurting as much anymore but there was a huge ugly bruise where the corner hit me. And my nose was okay too and thankfully didn’t bruise. That was gift from god because I didn’t want to have to make up lies on what happened to me.

The kitchen was still a mess and because I wasn’t tired, I decided to clean it now rather than later. The dried blood was starting to lightly stain the floor and I didn’t want that kind of reminder in this house.

Not that it would make it any easier to live in. The walls were already tainted way before today. They became tainted the moment Yuta and I stepped foot into this place. Nothing about this place made it easy to live.

Nothing would ever change that, it would just get worse and worse.

~ Three weeks later ~

My hair was curled and flowing down my shoulders, a crown with the veil attached to it at the top of my head. The dress was snug against my figure. The lace sleeves covering my arms. My shoulders exposed from the off the shoulder wedding dress I was wearing.

The train of the dress behind me, making me look as elegant as I ever have. The middle of my dress covered in small jewels that glistened in the light. My eye make-up was done in hues of brown to make my eyes pop just a bit. And my lips were painted a dark red to tie it all together.

My nails were painted blue with blue gems adorning some, to be my something blue. Because I would have been damned if I had made any real effort to find something of value. And lastly the stupid engagement ring was still on my finger, ready to be joined by the second ring.  

I stood in the room, looking at myself in the mirror. Hating everything I saw. I wanted to rip the stupid dress off me and throw the bouquet of flowers far away from me. I wanted to wash my face clean of all the makeup on it. And dye my hair back to its purple color instead the light brown they forced me to wear.

Knock! Knock!

“Go away! I don’t want to see anyone!” I shouted, I wanted to be left alone until I had no other choice but to leave this damned room. I wanted no one to see me like this till I had no other option.

The door cracked open and Lucas’s head popped in. He smiled at me and came in, followed by Hendery and Ten.

“Well damn, don’t you guys look stunning as hell.” I teased.

The boys were dressed in all black tuxes with their hairs gelled back exposing their foreheads. The material of the blazers adapting to their muscles so well, it looked like it was hugging their bodies perfectly. They wore no ties and had the first two buttons undone, exposing a tiny bit of their chests.  

“If this wasn’t my wedding and you guys weren’t my friends, I would have done everything to bone you all.” I joked admiring how amazing they looked right now.

The room filled with their laughs, “If you weren’t our friend, I’m sure we would have tried to take you from the groom.” Hendery played along with my joke.

“But really, you look amazing (Y/N). And I’m not just saying that.” Lucas chimed in. Hendery and Ten looked at him and narrowed their eyes playfully.

His compliment made me blush and I thanked him shyly.

“How are you feeling?” Ten asked, the atmosphere got really dark and sad after his question. Everyone in the room had frowns and broken hearts laying in their chest.

I wanted to cry but my make-up would run so I couldn’t, instead I just gave a weak smile.

Someone knocked on the door and Hendery went to answer it. They gave him some kind of order and then left. He turned and by the look on his face, I knew that it was time.

Instead of having girls for my bridesmaids, I asked the boys to be at my side during this moment. I didn’t have female friends anyway and I wasn’t going to ask some random’s to be there.

The three of them huddled around me and gave me a group hug, with silent promises filling the air that everything was going to be okay. They were at my side though this and they would always be no matter what. Now and forever.

Hendery and Ten went out to join whatever mess was happening so they could take their places. Lucas was to join them too but he wanted to have a moment with me before I was to walk down the aisle.

I kept staring at myself in the mirror because I couldn’t believe that this was happening. I was getting married to Yuta. My heart felt so heavy in my chest and there was so many tears I wanted to shed, but had to hold in.

There was nothing more I could have done to stop this. I got on my knees in front of our parents and begged them with tears streaming down my face to please not do this. To please let this end right here and not continue any further.

But they didn’t care, they looked me in the face with my teary eyes and told me that this was going to happen and that there was no way of changing what was already set in stone.

The company was more important than what I felt. The future of the people I loved were on the line still. But today that would end because here is where I said, ‘I do.’

Yuta didn’t come home for the first week after the accident with Lucas. At first I was worried but then he texted me for the first time in forever and told me he was staying with Sicheng for a bit. I didn’t ask questions and just said okay.

I didn’t care where he was, at least he was safe.

After he came home the second week, things were weird and awkward whenever we were in the same room for too long. He eventually found me in the library and gave me the best half ass apology he could have given me for elbowing me in the face.

Things were somewhat decent between us after that. Occasionally we would be in the library at the same time with no words being spoken, just the sound of pages being flipped.

Every night for the past week, I’m sure he’s heard me cry about today. He knew about the visits with our parents and he did nothing to stop this.

“You really do look beautiful.” Lucas complimented me again, walking up behind me. Our eyes met through the mirror and we smiled at each other. He placed his hands on my waist and turned me to face him.

He pressed his forehead against mine, “Man, if I could kidnap you right now. I would in a heartbeat.”

My hands went up to his neck and held him, this was a common thing for us now. In the last three weeks we’ve grown a lot closer, he spent days in and days out with me. He set up little ‘dates’ for us like the first time. Each one more memorable than the last.

The conversation of our feelings lingered in the air for a long time, until now.

Until right now in this very moment.

“I need you to know before you walk down that damned aisle that I like you and so fucking much. Probably since the first day I met you. And I need to do this now.”

There was no more hesitation like before when we stood this close to each other. Our eyes closed and for the first time, our lips met. The softness of his lips against mine, made me want to melt away in his arms forever.

We pulled away for air and shared a moment of silence, the look in eyes was enough to tell me that I wasn’t the only one who felt the fireworks go off.

The fireworks went off in my heart. The warmth that took over my body and the feelings that I never thought I would feel again erupted in the depths of my soul.

“I like you too Lucas.”

A knock on the door made us jolt away from each other and make a distance between us. My dad came in and looked at us. He narrowed his eyes at Lucas as if he was suspicious about something.

“Shouldn’t you be outside already?” My dad questioned him.

“I was just leaving actually. (Y/N), I’ll see you outside.” He gave me one last tight hug, “I wish it was me instead.” He whispered in my ear and left.

The door closed and I turned away from my dad to fix myself in the mirror. A disgusting amount of hate came up looking at myself like this.

“You look so beautiful my dear.” My dad complimented me but I didn’t say anything in return. I didn’t even look at him. I wanted nothing to do with this man right now. He was practically selling me away for the sake of the fucking company.

The music started to play and that was my cue.

We walked outside and linked arms. We walked to the end of the aisle and I looked at everyone who stood there right now. I didn’t recognize a single soul, maybe just the people from work.

I held onto the bouquet for dear life as we walked down the aisle to Yuta. He stood there shining in his beautiful glory, wearing his black and white suit. He changed the color of his hair to sliver to match my dress. It was gelled back also exposing his forehead.

Yuta shed crocodile tears and sported a killer smile as he watched me walk down to him. My eyes met with the boys and that was a mistake. I could see the pain in theirs just like they could see mine.

Taking a deep breath, I blinked away the tears that burned my eyes when we reached Yuta. He came down and my dad unlinked our arms and placed my hand in Yuta’s.

“Take good care of her Yuta.”

“I will like my life depends on it Mr.(L/N).”

Masterlist

[gogoseabrook]

- “Everytime people see us messing around they think you’re bullying me because you look hard af. And now they think those hickeys you gave me are bruises…” zeddison AU

And as promised, here we go :)

Punk vs Pastel Prompts

The locker slam in her ear had her flinching.

“Addy-”

She closed her own much quieter. “I’m telling you, it’s not like that.” She said, keeping her voice low. “Please, okay, I’m asking you-”

“I know, but…” She grabbed her hand. Her eyes flickered up, finding her best friend holding on so tight her nails were beginning to mark. “I’m scared, Addy. I’ve seen them. And him.” She scowled. “He’s not good news.”

“Okay,” Addison pulled her hand free, crossing her arms. “Stop right there.” She held up her hand as Bree moved forwards. “No, okay? No. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And I trust him. That should be enough for you.” She turned, rubbing at her wrist on her way out of the locker room. “I thought at least you’d understand.”

“I’ve seen them!” Bree exploded, Addison stopping and turning as her friend stood there. Bree hopped from foot to foot, wilting in the silence and wringing her hands. “I...I know Addy.”

“Know...what?” Addison’s feet wouldn’t move.

She couldn’t.  She couldn’t.

“I know what he’s doing to you. You don’t have to defend him.” Addison was rooted to the spot as Bree walked back over, pushing her hair back. “You don’t have to be scared anymore.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her voice was barely there, lost in her breath.

“It’s...I’m not stupid.” Bree was looking at her. Looking at her hard. She didn’t know what she saw there. “The way he’s crowding you all the time. Grabbing at you even when you push at him.” She’d never seen Bree scowl that way. “He’s always trying to- to force you into doing stuff, and I know you don’t like that kind of thing.”

“Bree…”

“Those guys are all the same. Leather jackets and bad attitudes. But…” Bree held her hands. “You don’t need to stay with him. Bully or- or worse, you don’t need him. You are so much better than that.”

“But...wh…” Addison shook from head to toe, still trapped by her friend’s stare. “I don’t...I don’t know what you- what are you saying?”

Bree sighed, gripping Addison’s hands so tight a white outline began to press into her skin. It was only practice that kept her from flinching. She nodded towards her collar. “Those bruises aren’t...makeup can’t hide it. Not all the time. I’ve seen what he’s done.” Bree looked down at her shoes, scuffing one on the floor. “I know all about it. They’re- they’re all over you.”

“Bree…” All she could do was laugh. Even when Bree jolted away, the hysterics bubbled out. Endless giggles and the occasional snort filled the empty locker room, Addison’s face flushed pink by the time she was finished. “Bree, they aren’t bruises.” She said, wiping away a tear.

“Huh? B-But-!” Bree stammered, eyes wide. “What? No! But, then- huh?”

“Well,” her cheeks darkened further. “They’re not...those kinds of bruises.” Bree’s face was blank confusion, Addison’s face turning from pink to red when her eyes widened. “He’d never hurt me, Bree. I know him.” She ducked, flashes crossing behind her eyelids. “He’s...he’s good to me. Really good to me.” Too good, honestly.

Silence bounced through the room, Bree swallowing and fanning her face from by one of the lockers. She fidgeted with a dial. “You’re sure? Like, sure sure?” Bree glanced over. Addison nodded, refusing to look away. Everything tightened throughout her, the ice and steel weaving prisons around her heart and trapping her breath and-

“Okay.” Bree was hugging her tight, and it took a second to hug back, the world blurring to sharpness around her before they tightened their embrace. “I’m sorry I got so...I just- you know… and I worry because you’re my best friend and he’s so different and I don’t want your heart to get ripped out or worse and if you got hurt I’d never forgive myself and-”

Addison tightened her arms, ignoring the burn at the back of her eyes. “I know. I love you too.”

The knock on the locker door pulled them apart. Addison spun on her heel, the pounding of her heart only worsening as Zed poked his head through, hand firmly over his eyes. “Is it safe to come in?”

Sharing a smile with her friend, Addison hurried over to draw his hand down, kissing his cheek as they stood together. “It’s safe.” She promised. Zed blinked, dark eyes warm as he pulled her closer, nuzzling their noses.

“I missed you.” He whispered.

“I missed you.” The words stamped onto her heart. But watching him light up- so unashamed and open, it made her want to cry just a little- and cuddle her close, kisses dusted down her throat, she knew she’d never regret that fact. All she could do was press in tight, safe in his arms, the leather of his jacket pleasantly cool against her skin.

“You know,” She’d forgotten Bree was there until her voice jolted them apart. “I just remembered I have an assignment due for Mr. Vega I need to get done, so I’m gonna bail.” She paused, and turned on her heel. “And don’t worry, I’ll bring by some extra foundation for you tomorrow.” She giggled, Addison burying herself in Zed’s chest before the door clanged shut across the way.

“Do I wanna know?” Addison groaned and tugged on her collar. “What does...oh.” Even pressed into his shirt, she could feel his smirk. “Ooops.” His grin pressed into her neck. “Guess I’ll need to be more careful about where I hide them.” He nipped at her jaw, bringing a giggle out. “Sorry, beautiful.”

“No you’re not.” She looped her arms around his neck, playing with the dyed green hair that had first caught her eye. “I don’t want you to be.”

The way he looked at her, it made her feel so alive. His arm was loose around her middle, hand cupping her face to bring her up for a gentle kiss. 

Again, she couldn’t understand Bree; Zed was perfect. He’d never hurt her. Since the day they’d met, he was the only one she knew she could rely on. Without a doubt.

“Ready to get out of here?” He mumbled, letting her nod and sharing a quick peck as they finally abandoned the locker room. “Curfew still 10?”

“Always.”

He sighed. “You sure you can’t do anything about it?” He squeezed her hip, holding her to his side.

Jolts sparked down her side even while she shook her head. “I already tried it, remember?” Just another regret for the pile. “Didn’t go so well.”

“Worst week of my life.” He mumbled. “I hated that you were grounded like that.”

The black eye would have given it away.

“At least we have tonight.” Addison leaned in, breathing in the smell of leather and apple that clung to him. “All to ourselves. Safe and sound.” She felt her smile grow to match his as he snatched her hand, leading her through the halls with a whoop and a grin.

Everything feels okay with you.

“Hey,” he pulled her to a stop outside his car, and her smile faded at the way he watched her. “What’s up?”

“Huh?”

“You’re distracted.”

“Just...thinking.” She stretched up and pecked his lips. “About you, mostly.”

Please let it go.

He kept looking.

“It’s fine, I just…” she trailed off. “Bree got the wrong idea. About us.” She bit her lip. “I was just thinking how lucky I am to have you.”

Everything froze, then he started to smile, and her world righted itself again.“I think you’ll find I’m the lucky one,” he purred, nuzzling their noses together before cradling her face, breath ghosting over her face. “You’re sure you’re okay though?” He brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. “You seem a little…” he paused, frowning. “Worried.”

Don’t make me lie to you anymore.

“I’ll be fine.” She held his hand, letting him feel the truth of her words. “Better now that you’re here.”

I’m sorry. You’d never forgive yourself if I told you.

Under her shirt, unseen bruises all throbbed in unison, and the clock ticked down again.