#something’s coming so out of breath i just keep spinning and i dance myself to death

[longcoldwar]

the raven boys - chapter 24

choreomania - florence + the machine

[soulofapatrick]

Let me help you - Rhysand x female reader 

Summary: Your period hits and Rhysand is there to help 

Words: 3.8K

Warnings; periods; pain

Y/N's POV

The moment I wake, the pain hits me like a tidal wave. It’s not the usual ache that comes with a period—no, this feels like my body is being torn apart from the inside. A low, guttural groan slips past my lips, my arms instinctively wrapping around my middle as the cramps twist and tighten like a vice. Sharp, unforgiving. It feels like I’m being ripped in two, like something is clawing its way through my flesh. 

“Gods,” I rasp, barely able to get the word out as another wave of pain surges, more violent than the last. It’s as if someone has taken a blade and is dragging it through my insides, slicing me open from the core. My skin is slick with cold sweat, each breath shallow and ragged as I curse whatever deity is responsible for this torture. Feyre and Morrigan warned me, but this… this is something else.

No one told me it would be like this.

I try to move, to do anything other than lie here helplessly, but the agony drags me under again, my muscles seizing so tightly I can hardly think. I force myself to sit up, gasping at the sensation of everything twisting in my gut. The room spins, the dizziness overwhelming. My vision darkens at the edges, and I have to grip the bedpost just to keep from passing out.

I try to breathe through the pain—deep breaths, in and out—but every inhale feels like it’s being cut short by the sharpness, the claws tearing into me from the inside. I can feel my pulse hammering in my ears, drowning out everything but the relentless throb. My whole body feels wrong, like it’s unraveling, bleeding me dry.

I need to get up. I need to clean myself up. I can feel the sticky warmth of blood pooling between my thighs, seeping through my nightgown, spreading like ink across the sheets. I have to get to the bathroom, grab a fresh pad, do anything to stop this mess. I manage to swing my legs over the side of the bed, but as soon as my feet hit the floor, the pain spikes again. A strangled cry escapes me, and I clutch my stomach, hunched over.

The world spins, black spots dancing in my vision. My legs feel like they’re made of water, trembling uncontrollably beneath me. I take a step—just one—and the ground rushes up to meet me. My knees hit the floor with a sickening thud, but I barely feel it through the haze of pain. I can’t move, can’t breathe. My body is paralysed by the sheer force of it.

Blood drips down my legs, a steady trickle that feels endless. Too much. Too much blood. It’s warm, sticky, and I know there’s more than there should be. It’s soaking through my nightgown, through the carpet beneath me, and the humiliation stings, but I’m too weak to do anything about it. My mind is too clouded with pain to even care.

Another cramp hits—harder this time. The pain shoots through me like lightning, and I gasp, doubling over as my muscles lock in agony. It feels like I’m dying. Gods, it really feels like I’m dying. Like something is clawing its way through my womb, ripping me apart from the inside out. My body feels like a battlefield, each pulse of pain a fresh wound.

And then, through the storm of agony, I feel him.

A gentle touch at the edges of my mind—Rhysand. His presence, usually so comforting, now feels too close, too intimate. His mental claws brush against my shields, tender and concerned. He’s looking for me, probably wondering why I didn’t show up for breakfast. I can feel his worry like a pressure against my thoughts, his claws scraping lightly as he tries to find a way in.

Are you alright? His voice, gentle yet insistent, echoes in my mind.

But I can’t let him in. Not now. Not like this. I’m covered in blood, curled on the floor like a wounded animal, and the idea of him seeing me this vulnerable is unbearable. So I slam my shields shut, cutting him off. Go away, I think, my mind a tangled mess of pain and shame. I can’t let him see me like this.

The pain flares again, and I curl tighter into myself, my arms wrapping around my middle in a vain attempt to hold myself together. My body trembles with each new wave of agony, and the blood… there’s so much blood. I can feel it running down my legs, sticky and warm, pooling beneath me, soaking into the plush carpet. I can’t stop it. I can’t even move.

I press my forehead to the cold floor, trying to focus on the coolness, anything to distract from the hell raging inside me. The cramps come in relentless waves, each one worse than the last, sharp and deep like knives being twisted into my flesh. I dig my nails into the carpet, trying to ground myself, but nothing helps. It’s unbearable. I’m suffocating under the weight of it, drowning in the pain, the embarrassment, the blood.

All I can do is lie here, curled up on the floor, hoping for it to end, knowing I have no choice but to endure it.

I wake to the sharp sound of the door slamming shut, jolting me out of the haze of pain and darkness. My mind is slow to catch up, my body even slower. Everything hurts, but the agony in my abdomen is the worst of it—sharp and brutal, cutting through the fog like a jagged blade. It feels like I’m being torn in two. I can barely move. My limbs are heavy, leaden, and when I try to sit up, the world spins around me.

Then I hear him.

"Shit," Rhysand’s voice is frantic, breathless, and close—too close. "What in the name of the Mother—" His words stop short as his footsteps close the distance between us, and before I can blink, he’s kneeling beside me. "Gods, there’s so much blood."

I try to respond, to tell him it’s fine, that I’m fine, but the words stick in my throat. I feel his fingers gently brush the hair off my clammy forehead, and even though I know I look a mess, a soft, involuntary whimper escapes me. Despite the situation, despite the pain, there’s a strange comfort in his touch—familiar, safe. I hate myself for needing him like this, for craving the warmth of his presence. He’s not mine, not really. We’re just… whatever we are.

But right now, I don’t care. Right now, I need him.

I manage to crack my eyes open, just enough to see the way his usually cool composure is cracking, his violet eyes wide with panic. "Why didn’t you say anything?" His voice is raw, full of frustration and worry, his hands hovering helplessly over me, unsure of what to do. He’s always so collected, always in control. Seeing him like this—flustered, panicking—it does something to me, something that tugs at my chest, despite the pain.

I don’t have the strength to speak. But I feel him again, the soft, familiar claws of his mind brushing against mine, asking for entrance. He’s trying to get through, trying to understand what’s happening. I almost shut him out again, the embarrassment of my situation too overwhelming. I don’t want him to see me like this—weak, vulnerable, covered in blood. But I can’t. I’m too tired, too shattered. I let him in, completely, giving him access to everything I’ve been trying to hide.

The moment he’s inside my mind, his panic shifts, morphing into concern, deep and sincere. His mental presence wraps around me like a warm blanket, his voice now a soft whisper in my thoughts. Tell me how to help you, darling. Please.

I feel the faintest shiver roll through me at the sound of his voice in my head, at the way he calls me darling. It’s always been just a word—nothing special—but now, with him, it feels like so much more. Even through the haze of pain, that flutter of warmth blooms in my chest, spreading through me. I wish I could answer him, but I can’t. The pain is all-encompassing, every thought, every breath consumed by it.

Without waiting for an answer, Rhysand moves. He scoops me into his arms with an ease that surprises me, as if I weigh nothing at all. I don’t even protest, too weak to do anything but lean into him, my head resting against his chest. His scent is everywhere now—night and mist, the faintest hint of salt and something purely him. It’s intoxicating, overwhelming my senses, and for a moment, just a brief moment, it distracts me from the pain.

The next thing I know, the world shifts around us as he winnows. The familiar sensation of weightlessness washes over me, and I squeeze my eyes shut against the sudden rush of air. When I open them again, we’re in his bedroom—no, his ensuite. It’s massive, opulent, and the smell of him lingers even stronger here. Everything, from the polished stone to the elegant fixtures, screams Rhysand. And all I can do is breathe him in.

He gently sets me down on the toilet, his touch lingering for just a moment before he moves toward the large, clawfoot bathtub. I can hear the water rushing, the soft hum of the pipes filling the space. He tests the temperature carefully, his brow furrowed in concentration. Even in my dazed state, I can’t help but watch him. He’s so beautiful, even like this, even with worry etched into every line of his face.

I let out a shaky breath, the pain ebbing and flowing like a tide, and I can’t help the thoughts that begin to swirl in my mind. He cares. He really cares. The realisation crashes into me like a wave. He could have sent someone else to help. He could have stayed distant, detached, like he usually is. But he didn’t. He came for me. He’s here, and he’s doing this for me.

I don’t realise I’m letting those thoughts slip through, letting him hear them. I don’t realise it until I feel him pause, his back still turned to me as he stands at the tub, his hands hovering over the water. For a moment, the only sound is the steady rush of water filling the bath. But then, I feel him. His mind brushes against mine again, gentle, but more intimate now, more knowing.

Of course I care. His voice in my thoughts is so soft, so tender, it sends a shiver through me. I’ve always cared.

My heart stutters in my chest, a fresh wave of heat flushing through my body, and I barely have the strength to register it. I didn’t mean for him to hear that. But I’m too tired, too broken to put up any walls. The pain is still sharp, but now… now it’s mingled with something else, something that feels like hope.

He turns around, his violet eyes meeting mine, and there’s something different in his gaze now. Something softer. He crosses the room with slow, measured steps, kneeling in front of me again, his hands gently cupping my knees. His touch is light, almost hesitant, but there’s a warmth to it that makes my chest tighten.

"Sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice low, a note of affection I’ve never heard from him before. "You’re going to be okay. I’m going to take care of you."

I don’t know why, but when he says sweetheart, it’s like something inside me melts. Despite the pain, despite the agony still tearing through me, I feel a tiny flicker of something warm, something safe. I want to protest, to tell him he doesn’t have to, that I can handle it on my own. But I can’t. I’m too tired, too weak. All I can do is nod, my breath hitching in my throat as he rises to his feet again, moving back toward the bath.

The water has reached the perfect height, steam curling up into the air, and Rhysand shuts off the faucet with a quick flick of his wrist. He watches the water for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts, before turning back to me. His expression is so gentle, so filled with concern, that it nearly brings me to tears.

Rhysand kneels beside me, his violet eyes soft yet steady, his brow furrowed in concern as he gently asks, “Are you okay with me helping you out of these?” His gaze flickers down to my blood-soaked clothes, and the weight of the question settles in the air between us. His voice is calm, but there’s something tender in it, something that almost undoes me. The way he says it—so careful, so respectful, as if I have the strength to refuse.

I give a small, barely-there nod, my body too weak to speak, and without hesitation, his hands move with an almost reverent gentleness. He never looks at me too long, his gaze never lingers anywhere intimate. Instead, his focus remains on my face, watching for any sign of discomfort. His fingers work swiftly, unbuttoning my ruined clothes, his touch featherlight as he peels the blood-stained fabric away from my aching body.

Even though my skin feels raw and every movement sends a fresh wave of pain through me, I feel… safe. Safe in his hands, in the way he handles me as if I’m something precious, something fragile. As he helps me stand, guiding me toward the tub, I lean heavily on him, my legs trembling beneath me. Each step is agony, but with him beside me, his arms steady around my waist, I make it.

He guides me to the edge of the bathtub, his hands still on me, firm but gentle, before he helps me lift one foot, then the other, into the steaming water. The heat wraps around me instantly, dulling the sharpest edges of the pain, and I let out a soft, broken sigh of relief as I sink deeper into the warmth. Rhysand’s hands never leave me, steadying me as I lower myself fully into the bath, the water rising around me in soft waves, soaking my bruised, aching skin.

For the first time, the relentless ache eases, if only just a little. The hot water cocoons me, and I let my eyes flutter shut, my body finally releasing a small fraction of the tension it’s been holding. I let my eyes close again, sinking deeper into the water, my body heavy but finally able to rest, even if just for a moment. And then, I feel it—a soft, warm press of lips against my forehead. My heart flutters, and before I can stop myself, a quiet whimper of need escapes me.

“Stay here, love,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my skin as he pulls back. “I’ll be right back.”

As soon as he slips away, I feel the absence of him acutely. The pain returns in full force, but it’s more than just the physical ache. My mind drifts to Rhysand, to the way he looks at me, the way he’s always cared for me. I’ve known for a long time now that my feelings for him are far deeper than they should be. It started with admiration, respect for the way he leads our people, but it grew into something else. Something I’ve never allowed myself to fully admit.

Azriel knows, of course. He’s always been able to read me better than anyone else. But I’ve kept it hidden from Rhys. Buried it deep under layers of friendship and duty because the thought of losing him if he didn’t feel the same—it’s unbearable. And yet, now, with him here, caring for me like this, it’s impossible to ignore.

What feels like mere moments later—the soft warmth of the water wrapping around me like a gentle hug—I hear the bathroom door creak open. My eyes flutter open, and there stands Rhysand, a vision of calm amidst my chaos. In his hands, he carries fresh clothes, the fabric crisp and inviting. My heart lifts at the sight of him, the concern etched on his face only deepening my feelings for him.

He kneels beside the tub, his eyes never lingering anywhere too intimate, always respecting my boundaries. “Let’s get you out of there, love,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. With practiced gentleness, he helps me rise from the water, his hands warm against my skin. As he steadies me, I feel a rush of gratitude for his care, for the way he makes me feel safe.

Once I’m on my feet, he moves with fluidity, quickly drying my body with a soft towel. I can feel the warmth of his breath against my skin as he helps me step into a fresh pair of panties. I glance down to see a period linen already tucked inside, a thoughtful detail that makes my heart swell. He continues to guide me into an oversized shirt, one that I instantly recognise as his. It drapes over me, soft and comforting, filling me with warmth and an inexplicable sense of belonging.

“Let’s get you comfy,” he says, scooping me up once more, his arms strong and reassuring around me. I nestle into his chest, breathing in the scent of him—night air, cedar, and something uniquely Rhysand. He carries me effortlessly into his room, laying me down gently on his bed. The moment I sink into the sheets, I’m enveloped by his scent; it’s like being wrapped in a warm embrace, familiar and perfect.

The duvet is plush, enveloping me like a cloud, and I can’t help but smile as Rhys fusses around me. He adjusts the blankets, ensuring I’m tucked in snugly, his brow furrowed in concentration. “How’s that?” he asks, his voice tender, eyes searching mine for reassurance.

“It’s perfect,” I reply, a soft smile spreading across my lips.

He then hands me a small vial filled with a shimmering liquid. “Madja concocted this to help with your pain,” he explains, his eyes locked onto mine, waiting for me to take it. I can feel the warmth of his presence like a protective shield, and I lift the vial to my lips, drinking it down as he watches intently.

“Good,” he murmurs, his tone filled with encouragement. He doesn’t move an inch until I’ve finished every last drop, his gaze unwavering, filled with a mix of concern and affection.

As I set the empty vial down on the bedside table, a wave of fatigue washes over me. Rhys shifts, preparing to leave and let me rest. But before he can, I reach out, grabbing his arm. “Stay,” I whisper, the plea escaping my lips before I can think twice.

He pauses, surprise flashing across his features, but then a soft smile breaks through. “Of course, love,” he replies, warmth flooding my chest at his willingness to remain by my side. With a snap of his fingers, he’s clad in nothing but a pair of black boxers that seem to shimmer like the night sky, the stars sparkling across the fabric.

I can’t help but let out a surprised giggle, the sound light and airy, breaking the tension in the room. Rhysand looks at me with an amused grin, his deep laughter filling the space. “What’s so funny?” he teases, his eyes dancing with mischief.

“You look ridiculous,” I reply playfully, a smile still tugging at my lips.

He laughs, a rich sound that makes my heart flutter. “I’d say it’s better than being overdressed,” he quips back, sliding into bed beside me.

As he settles in beside me, the warmth radiating from his body feels like a balm against the lingering pain. The air thickens with an unspoken connection, something that has always simmered just beneath the surface of our friendship. It’s as if the mate bond is finally clicking into place, binding us together in a way that feels both exhilarating and terrifying. Yet neither of us acknowledges it, choosing instead to revel in the comfort of each other’s presence, knowing we’ve always been this close.

I can feel his heartbeat against my back, a steady rhythm that lulls me into a sense of safety. Rhysand shifts, his fingers brushing against my arm, sending gentle shivers down my spine. It’s a simple gesture, but it ignites something deep within me, a longing that has been hidden for too long.

“Are you feeling any better?” he asks softly, his voice low and soothing. I nod, trying to find my words, but the moment feels too perfect for anything but silence as I turn my head to see him. He studies me, those fathomless eyes searching mine for the truth.

And then he leans in, his breath warm against my lips. My heart races as he closes the distance, kissing me softly, sweetly. It’s a tender press of warmth and promise, a moment that makes the world around us fade away. His lips are soft, coaxing me into a blissful calm, and I respond instinctively, leaning into him, deepening the kiss.

When he pulls back, our eyes lock, and I see something flicker in his gaze—something that hints at all the words unspoken between us. “Get some rest,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to break the magic of the moment.

He tucks me against him, his body a perfect shield from the world. With each gentle stroke of his fingers through my hair, I can feel the tension and pain easing away. It’s as if he’s weaving a spell of comfort, one that wraps around me like a warm cocoon.

My eyelids grow heavy, and I let out a contented sigh, surrendering to the warmth and security of his embrace. “You’re safe, sweetheart,” he whispers, and those words resonate within me, echoing through my very soul.

Slowly, I feel myself drifting, the edges of my consciousness softening. Rhysand continues to stroke my hair, his touch a lullaby that pulls me deeper into sleep. I let out a soft hum, my body relaxing completely against him.

As I slip into a dreamless slumber, I can’t help but think that this moment—his presence, the warmth of his body against mine—is where I belong. And for the first time in a long while, I feel truly at peace.

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One of your boys

Heyy guyss, let me know if you get the song I used as inspiration for this (tease)reader x (needy)Lando and if you want to read more stories here's my masterlist :)

Lando’s POV

Everybody loves you, babe. You're funny, nice—so sweet it hurts. That’s all I can think about as I stand here in the VIP section, watching you from across the club. You're in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by your friends, laughing and moving like you're in your own world. God, I wish I was the only one who could see you like this. I bet nobody could love you the way I can.

I take another sip of my drink, my eyes locked on you. I can't stop staring. Then I hear Carlos beside me, breaking through my thoughts.

“You should talk to her, mate. If you wait too long, someone else will.”

Carlos's words hit hard. He’s right. If I keep standing here, hoping for something to happen, it’ll be too late. She could slip right through my fingers.

I put my glass down, the ice clinking as I set it on the table. This is it. No more waiting. I’m done watching you from afar. Tonight, I’m going to take my shot.

The music pulses through the floor, the bass thumping in your chest as you dance with your friends. The night feels like a blur of lights and movement, but even through the haze, you can feel it—Lando's eyes on you. It’s been like this all night, that intense gaze of his burning into your back.

But before you can turn to meet it, those eyes are replaced by a pair of familiar hands on your waist, pulling you closer as you keep moving to the rhythm.

“Haven’t you had enough of watching, Lan? Decided you wanted a taste?” you tease, still swaying to the music. You don’t need to see his face to know he’s smiling, but you can feel the way his grip tightens on your waist, holding you against him.

“Everybody wants you, baby," he murmurs against your ear, his voice low. "But I bet nobody wants you as bad as I do.” With that, he spins you around to face him, his eyes locked on yours, dark and full of something more than just desire.

You raise a brow, pulling him in closer as you drag your fingers up his chest. “And how are you gonna plead your case?” you ask, your lips grazing his neck as you speak, feeling his body tense under your touch.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he breathes out, his hands tightening on your hips. “Say what you want, and I’ll keep it a secret. Or call me whenever you need me—I can be like one of your boys if you ever get desperate.”

You smile against his skin, enjoying the way he reacts to every teasing touch. But as the game between you two comes to an end, you finally pull back just enough to look into his eyes, your lips brushing his.

“And what if I want you to be my only boy, Lan?” you whisper, your breath mixing with his before closing the space between you, your lips finally crashing into his.

The moment her lips touch mine, everything else fades away. It's like the world goes silent, and the only thing I can hear is the rush of my heartbeat in my ears. She tastes just as sweet as she looks—like Malibu, sugary and smooth, with a bit of a kick that leaves me craving more. My hands slide up her back, pulling her even closer, and for a second, I feel like I could stay in this moment forever.

I kiss her back with everything I’ve got, like I’ve been waiting for this—hell, I have been waiting for this. Every stolen glance, every moment I caught myself staring at her when I shouldn’t have—it all led to this. And now that I finally have her in my arms, it feels even better than I imagined.

But just as quickly as it started, she pulls back, leaving me breathless and wanting more. I blink, trying to steady myself, still reeling from the taste of her on my lips. Then she smirks, that playful glint in her eyes that drives me crazy.

"Give me your phone," she says, holding her hand out.

I fumble for my phone, still dazed from the kiss, and hand it over without a second thought. She taps a few things on the screen before handing it back, her number saved, and next to it—my boy.

She looks up at me, eyes sparkling. "There. You're officially my boy now."

Before I can even process what’s happening, she gives me one last look, that smirk still tugging at her lips, and turns to leave. I just stand there, watching her walk away, my phone in hand, her number glowing on the screen like it’s a damn trophy.

I'm frozen in place, my mind spinning. Did that just happen? Did we just happen? My heart’s still racing, my lips still tingling, and all I can think is how I got so lucky tonight.

She’s mine now. She's got the key to my heart and I don't mind.

[cosmiclily]

.ᐟ chapter three: i should probably keep it all to myself

wc: 1.4k

cw: drinking, slightest angst (?)

The next night came too fast, and I found myself standing in front of the mirror, second-guessing every choice I had made in the past hour. My black jeans and dark green top felt too casual, yet anything else in my closet felt like trying too hard. I had redone my eyeliner three times, and even now, I was tempted to just wipe it all off.

“Are you ready yet?” Vi’s voice rang out from the living room, impatient and teasing. “Jinx has texted me at least 6 times in the last 30 minutes.”

I took a deep breath and grabbed my purse before walking out to meet her. She was leaning against the counter, scrolling on her phone, her outfit a perfect mix of effortless and striking—a cropped black tank top that showed off her abs and tight jeans that fit her like second skin.

She looked up as I entered, her eyes sweeping over me briefly. “You look good” she said with a casual smile that somehow made my chest tighten.

“Thanks,” I muttered, tugging at the hem of my shirt. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Vi grinned, grabbing her jacket and keys. “Oh, come on, it’ll be fun. Jinx and Ekko are already there, you’ll survive.”

The walk to the party was short, but every step felt like it took me further from my comfort zone. The sound of music thumping grew louder as we approached the house, lights flashing through the windows. My stomach churned with nerves, but I forced myself to take another deep breath.

Vi pushed the door open, and we were immediately hit by the heat and noise. People were packed into the living room, dancing, drinking, and shouting over the music. It smelled like alcohol, sweat, and cheap cologne.

“This way,” Vi said, grabbing my hand and pulling me through the crowd. Her touch was warm, grounding, even as the chaos around us threatened to overwhelm me.

We found Jinx and Ekko near the kitchen, each with a red cup in hand. Jinx, with her vibrant blue hair and mischievous grin, waved us over enthusiastically. Ekko leaned against the counter, his usual calm demeanor a sharp contrast to Jinx’s energy.

“Look who finally made it!” Jinx shouted over the music, raising her cup in mock celebration. “I didn’t think you’d actually show.”

“Neither did I” I admitted, glancing around nervously.

Vi handed me a cup of something that smelled faintly like fruit punch but much stronger. “Here, drink this. It’ll help you relax.”

I took the cup hesitantly, chugging it down, the alcohol burned as it went down, but I forced myself to swallow.

“See?” Vi said, grinning as she leaned close. “Not so bad, right?”

Her proximity made it hard to think, and I focused on the cup in my hand to distract myself. “We’ll see.”

The night passed in a blur of loud music and laughter. Jinx dragged me to the dance floor at one point, spinning me around and making exaggerated moves until I couldn’t stop laughing. Ekko joined in, his steady presence making the chaos feel a little more manageable.

But no matter where I was in the room, my eyes kept finding Vi. She moved through the crowd like she belonged there, confident and magnetic, drawing people to her effortlessly. At one point, she caught me watching and shot me a wink that sent my heart racing.

I told myself it didn’t mean anything. It was just Vi being Vi—teasing, playful, completely unaware of the effect she had on me.

As the night wore on, I found myself on the back porch, away from the noise and the crowd. The cool air was a relief, and I leaned against the railing, looking at the intoxicated people.

“You okay?” Vi’s voice came from behind me, and I turned to see her stepping outside, a concerned look on her face.

“Yeah,” I said quickly. “Just needed some air.”

She joined me at the railing, her shoulder brushing against mine. “I know this isn’t really your thing,” she said softly. “Thanks for coming anyway.”

I glanced at her, surprised by the sincerity in her voice. “You didn’t give me much of a choice.”

Vi laughed, the sound low and warm. “True. But still, it means a lot.”

For a moment, we stood in silence, the thrum of music the only sound. I wanted to say something, anything, to tell her how much she meant to me, how much I wished things could be different.

Instead, I just said, “I’m glad I came.”

Vi turned to look at me, her blue eyes catching the moonlight. “Me too,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The world seemed to pause, the space between us charged with something I couldn’t name. My heart pounded as I searched her face, wondering if she felt it too—or if it was just another moment I’d have to bury deep inside.

“Come on,” she said suddenly, breaking the spell. “Let’s get back inside before Jinx starts a riot.”

I nodded, following her back into the chaos.

As I entered the room again, Jinx wasted no time grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the center of the makeshift dance floor.

“Did you finally kiss her?” she whisper-shouted, her blue hair swaying as she moved to the beat. Her grin was as mischievous as ever.

“What?” I chuckled nervously, nearly stumbling as she spun me around. “What do you mean by ‘finally kiss’? We’re just friends. You know that.”

Jinx gave me a look so sarcastic it could have spoken for her. “Y/N, I’ve known you my entire life. I know you like her. It’s not exactly a well-kept secret. Honestly, I think the only person who doesn’t know is Vi.”

My stomach dropped, and I felt my face heat up. “Have I been that obvious?” I muttered, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

Jinx shrugged, still dancing as if she hadn’t just casually dropped a bomb on my lap and dipped. “Yeah, pretty much. It’s written all over your face every time you look at her.”

Before I could come up with a response—or figure out how to dig myself out of this hole—Ekko appeared, trying to hold three drinks at the same time. He raised an eyebrow at Jinx, then glanced at me with a knowing smirk.

“Assuming we’re talking about your very obvious crush on Vi?” he said, handing me a cup. “Yeah, it’s not exactly subtle.”

I groaned, hiding my face in my free hand. “Am I seriously that transparent?”

“Yup,” Jinx said, popping the "p" as she threw an arm around my shoulder. “But hey, maybe tonight’s the night! You could confess or, I don’t know, finally make a move before she hooks up with someone else.”

That made my stomach twist painfully. “She’s not hooking up with anyone,” I muttered defensively, though even I wasn’t sure if it was wishful thinking or denial.

Jinx raised an eyebrow at me, her smile tilting toward pity. “Y/N, it’s Vi. You know how she is. If you don’t say something soon, someone else will.”

Ekko gave her a warning look. “Jinx, maybe ease up a little?”

“What? I’m just saying what she needs to hear!” She turned back to me. “Seriously, Y/N. You’ve liked her forever. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I don’t know,” I snapped, more harshly than I intended. “Maybe she doesn’t feel the same way, and I ruin our friendship. You ever think about that?”

Jinx and Ekko both went quiet for a moment, the weight of my words hanging between us.

“She’s your best friend,” Ekko said softly. “That doesn’t mean you have to keep quiet forever. If it’s eating you up inside, maybe it’s worth the risk.”

I took a shaky sip of my drink, letting the alcohol burn its way down. I didn’t know what to say. They were right, of course. But knowing that didn’t make it any easier.

Before I could reply, Jinx leaned in close, her grin returning. “Well, just think about it. But for now…” She grabbed my arm and spun me again. “Dance like nobody’s watching, because Vi definitely isn’t right now.”

I glanced around, realizing Vi really was nowhere to be found. That sinking feeling returned, but I forced myself to focus on Jinx, on the music, on anything but the gnawing uncertainty in my chest.

But no matter how much I tried to lose myself in the moment, I couldn’t shake the question in my mind: Where had she gone?

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notes: ended with a cliffhanger lol, anyway probably gonna post track four tomorrow, thank you so much for reading this, would really like some feedback 💕

[runningupthatvecna]

i saw this post of eddie recently and it gave me so many (majorly self-indulgent) ideas which is why i couldn't stop myself with this and– nghhh rrrrr

eddie x plussize!fem!reader

warnings/tags: 18+ only! smut, oral (m receiving), plus size!reader and the issues that might come with growing up without male validation, established but relatively new relationship, softdom!eddie, unprotected piv (reader takes birth control but it's not mentioned), pet names (baby, sweetheart, darling), heavy dirty talk, eddie is down baaaad for reader, fluff at the end, inexperienced!reader if you squint, no mentions of y/n, no plot, just loads of filth basically oops don't look at me i got slightly carried away

Greedy and needy hands run down his torso, over the denim of his vest, they sneak underneath his worn out hellfire shirt, soft fingertips dancing over the heated skin of his waist, soft expanse of his belly, the back of an index slowly feeling its way south.

You don't know where your confidence is coming from, maybe it's transpiring into your own skin from the way your man's breath is a burning hot sensation on your neck, unmistakable consequence of your actions, the feeling of his heaving chest against your own.

A promise that he's right here because he wants to be. He really, really does.

His eyes are closed, brows furrowed and his lips are parted, making way for a symphony of sweet sounds he's about to make for your ears to hear, entirely focusing on you and you and you only, and whatever it is that you're about to do to him.

You, who's got his head spinning every time you're around. You, who's the only thing Eddie can think about ever since he worked up the courage to approach you at Steve Harrington's last party. You're the epitome of his wildest dreams, someone he still couldn't believe he deserved.

But god, you think, does he deserve you.

He lets out the sweetest moan-ish sigh when your index curls into the waistband of his boxers, both of your hearts blooming with anticipation, and your plush hip presses against the hardness that has started forming ever since you – totally on accident – brushed the back of your hand against his thigh as you had walked past him in the hallway of his uncle's trailer.

He's been half hard since then, eyeing your every move from the couch in the living room, darkened doe scanning over every curve and dip and valley and hill of your landscape as you were getting yourselves drinks.

Lips attached to his neck now, you're reveling in how reactive, vocal and pliant he's becoming under your touch as a desperate grunt escapes him at the feeling of you doing things.

"Shit, baby, need you so bad", he pants as you finally cup the evident excitement through the denim of his black jeans.

With a smile you look up from sucking a bruise into his the side of his neck, just to find his half-lidded dark brown eyes, incredibly lustful gaze set on you.

It flusters you to no end, having this effect on him. It's not something you're used to at all, it's a foreign concept, even strange if you're honest, but you're letting it happen. Accept it, slowly, because deep down, you really want to have that effect on him.

You're starved after all.

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Your pink lips finally close around his even pinker tip, the mix of your saliva and his precum running down your chin in tears.

All Eddie can see, can focus on, is you on your knees in front of him, with the sincerest intention to make him feel good. Yeah, he's been dreaming of this, of seeing you like this, of feeling you like this for a generous amount of time.

You've already taken your time transforming the skin over his hips into a field of gradients from light red to deep purple, and with every pop of your lips leaving him, he'd whimpered your name under his breath, eyes fluttered close, lips parted, his beautiful face pulled into an expression for the books.

You suck on the tip for a few moments, causing his hand to fly into your hair trying to keep you where he needs you most. One of yours is resting on his thigh, while the other comes up to cup his balls.

"Fuck, baby, s-so good", he murmurs as he quickly opens his eyes and his other hand comes down to cup yours over his heavy hang.

He wants to teach you, let you know, show you exactly how he likes it, since it's your first time sucking him off. It's endearing you think, and incredibly sweet. He wants you to learn him, and not in a demanding way, but more with a desperate and gentle undertone. Eddie's palm on the back of your hand is a welcome burning sensation to you, his kind understanding for your inexperience blooms between your two body parts, causing the same heat to rush all the way into your cheeks at his sweetness.

He wants to feel the wetness of your mouth around his length, taking him in as far as physics allow you, he wants to feel your throat constricting around him as he makes you swallow everything he has to offer.

You're lost for words, and not only because you're physically unable to form any sentence with how his cock is stuffing your eager mouth, but also because seeing him experience so much pleasure from doing this with you is something you'd never expected.

And suddenly, he grabs your chin and pulls you up to your feet.

"Gonna cum if you keep doing that, baby", he clarifies with a chuckle, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips as he cups your ass, "gonna let me take care of you too?"

Eddie's leaning down to look at you from under his bangs, hopeful doe eyes and this fucking dimpled smile making you melt to your core.

It sends a shiver through your system, hearing someone prioritize you, hearing someone care about you and your needs enough to go this far with you.

Your mouth cracks into a smile.

"Make me feel good, then."

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Eddie trails the softness of his plushy lips over your shoulder up up up, brushes a strand of hair away with his nose rubbing along the skin. He needs to make room, room because he knows that he is going to need to sink his teeth into the nape of your neck soon, the junction that's already bruised, marked in soft shades of red from earlier.

You hear the deep groan from behind you as you feel his tip softly touch your outer labia, carefully breaching its way between as he grabs his hard cock and slowly rubs down and then up again, catching your preciously hidden clit deliciously on its way, forcing a whimper out of your lungs.

You're burning for this man – it must be that you think, because you're indeed letting him feel you – hell, even see you like this, a vulnerable state you thought you would never let anyone see you in. Until Eddie came along, proving to you over and over again that he was worth letting your guard down. That he was going to be just what you needed. His gentlest, warmest, softest – for you.

The sound of him slowly pushing into your sopping warmth is so sinful, stretching you open on his pulsing cock and causing you to gasp at the feeling of getting filled.

Eddie himself is furrowing his brows, parting his lips and closing his eyes, his warm breath tickling down your neck from behind. The feeling of having your thick cunt wrapped around him entirely again is driving him mad to no end.

It only takes a few slow thrusts for a creamy ring to form at his base already, the schlicky sound and Eddie's low groans and your own moans the only thing your ears are able to take in.

"Oh god, babybabybaby, s-so fucking tight, mhhhhh", he babbles out under whimpers of his own, fingers gripping and digging into the supple flesh of your hips to pull you back onto his soaked cock repeatedly.

"Only for you Eddie", you manage to get out, shortly followed by more whimpers and louder squelching as he gently picks up speed. Your back arches as Eddie presses his plump rosy lips to your neck,

"Yeah baby? You're this wet– fuck, just– fuuuuck .. –just for me?"

"Mhh-hm", you hum in agreement over the slapping sounds of his hips against your ass before your jaw falls open and your back arches even further as Eddie wraps his arms around you just for one hand of his to find your tits, pinching and rolling one of your nipples between his ringed fingers, while the other wanders south to help you along.

It's all so much, almost too much, and it's sending you straight towards your desired destination.

"S'good, feels s-so good baby, mhh yes", slips past your lips, one of your hands goes up to tangle itself in Eddie's mess of a curly mane, the other has already found his sticky palm that he eagerly buried between your thighs, repeating his own gesture of showing you.

"Yeah? Been dreaming of this pretty cunt for the whole week darling", Eddie paused as you let out another whimper at his admission, "god, you're so f-fucking hot", he mouthes at your shoulder, admiring how truly fucked out and needy you are for him.

Goosebumps spread over your arms, your legs, even your back at his words, his sultry praise laying bare on every inch of your sweaty skin.

He'd probably been fisting his hardness to the thought of your sopping heat every morning and every night of the last days in which you didn't have the chance of seeing each other, and the thought of him thinking of you, especially in this context, is more than enough to help bringing you closer.

His thrusts become sloppier, a sign he's nearing his own sticky-sweet release, amplified and sped up by the flow of his name coming over your lips.

"Mhh, wanna cum Eddie, please– oh fuck, please."

"Oh shit, yeah baby, yes – god yes, soak this cock for me like the good girl that you are."

He bites into your shoulder to hold back, he's so damn close but he wouldn't dare to come before you, his own desire and the determination to make you feel good making his fingers that are still rubbing your sensitive bud continue at the same exact speed all while his cock is being buried deep inside you over and over again, hitting every place you need him to touch.

And there you are, flashes of white appear beneath your eyelids as he continues to pound into your creamy hole, the grunts and groans escaping him enough to push you over the edge. You're surprised at yourself – though you had plenty of experience doing it solo – about your own capabilities of cumming this hard.

Your head falls back on Eddie's shoulder, you feel your pussy clench and flutter around him as he finally lets go with a grunt of your name surrounded by "fuck, baby"'s and soft whimpers, stuffing you full of his cum.

A laugh rumbles through his chest as you're both coming down, his hand on your clit finds your own, guiding it upwards and placing it on your belly along with his other arm that had been a great help in holding you steady against him just moments ago.

Wrapped up in him, you're fighting the familiar urge to leave his grasp and hide back underneath your clothes, which at the same time sounds absurd to you since you'd just let him rail you silly, it's real nonetheless.

Stirring you out of it, Eddie's hot tongue comes out to lick a broad stripe up the side of your neck, relishing in the taste of you, "now that was something else baby, holy shit", he then nuzzles against your cheek as he presses you closer into his body.

Still panting from your blissful high, you swallow and nod against his face, breath hot on your cheek.

The next thing he says melts you.

"You're so soft, I fucking love you, sweetheart", a warm hand comes up to your other cheek, turning your face towards his gently, the dark brown ocean in his eyes finding yours and you're mere milliseconds away from getting lost in it.

He bumps his nose against yours, a gesture so sickeningly sweet it makes your heart nearly burst, showing him with a wide smile and a soft "I love you too", before his lips land back on yours, and you welcome his tongue with pleasure.

You feel his thumb brush back and forth over the heated skin of your plush cheek, a low moan transpiring from his lungs into your own.

Without breaking away, Eddie draws his hips back just to slowly give you one more gentle thrust. Your fucked raw cunt clenches around him yet again, still sensitive, and you start to realise he's already hard again just from kissing you. And, maybe also, feeling your mixed cum drip down both of your thighs.

Eddie bottoms out once more, mumbling one more thing against your lips, as his grip on your cheek and belly tightens, not intending to let you go any time soon,

"the lonely days are over, sweetness."

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[harpersdragons]

New Fic! (again)

It's Fine if We Know We Won't Change

Words: 2,033

Description: Jason realizes just how rough it was for Tim when he was training to be Robin

not canon-compliant, idk enough about canon for it to be.

Jason spins, dodging the incoming strike. He ducks under and slashes with the wooden sword. Tim blocks, ducking low and trying to sweep Jason’s leg.

“C’mon, pretender, that all you got?” Jason taunts, jumping over Tim’s leg.

They trade blows for a long time, dancing back and forth with each other. Eventually, Jason disarms Tim and tosses the bo staff across the cave. Tim jumps out of the way of his next strike, setting his jaw and considering Jason’s stance. Jason lets him take his time, tossing his sword in the same direction as Tim’s staff. In a real battle, Tim would need to be prepared to be unarmed and facing a weapon, but this isn’t a real fight. Besides, not many criminals on the streets are fighting with swords.

Tim smirks as he launches himself at Jason again. Jason dodges again, knocking Tim’s arm out of the way, then spinning around and sweeping his legs. He locks Tim into an arm bar.

Tim groans and thrashes his legs, trying to loosen the tension on his arm and shoulder, but Jason’s grip is iron. One leg is keeping Tim’s body pinned to the floor, the other bracing his arm as Jason bends it back. His thigh digs into Tim’s bicep, Tim’s breath is coming in short pants.

“You gonna yield anytime soon?” Jason questions, increasing the tension. The rule is generally to keep increasing tension until they tap out, but he might have to call it soon if Tim doesn’t tap out himself.

Tim just groans in response and struggles more. His upper body twists, and a sickening snap sounds through the cave. Tim yelps, and Jason releases him immediately, scrambling back. Tim rolls over, cradling the injured arm against his torso.

“The fuck? Why didn’t you yield?”

“I knew how to get out, I just needed a few more minutes.” Tim pants, pushing himself up slowly.

“Jesus christ, tap out if you need to. This isn’t a real fight.”

“If it was, I could have died. I need to know how to get out of that.”

“Yes, but this is training. We’re going on patrol in a bit, this wasn’t meant to be that serious.” Jason stares in shock as Tim walks to the back wall. “Where are you going? The medbay’s the other way. We need to call Alfred.”

“Calm down, will you? I can set it myself, it’s just a dislocated shoulder.” Tim doesn’t look at him, sets his back against the wall and bunches up his shirt, then tucks the end into his mouth. He grabs the wrist of his injured shoulder and guides it out in front of him.

Jason jumps into motion before he can do anything else. He gently stops Tim from popping his own shoulder back into place, and guides Tim back to the medbay.

“Sit.” He points at the cot, then moves around and gathers lidocaine, syringes, and a sling.

“You don’t need to do all that. If you insist on helping, give me something to bite down on and do it. I don’t want to go on patrol with a numb shoulder.”

That stops Jason in his tracks. “You’re not patrolling tonight.” He doesn’t glance at TIm, he just goes back to gathering his supplies. “Either I’m doing this, or Alfred or Bruce is. Your choice.” He sets the supplies on the cot next to Tim and then gently starts feeling around his shoulder. Tim’s scoff turns into a groan and he grits his teeth.

“Please, Bruce isn’t going to take care of my injuries. I doubt he’d let Alfred do it, either. So get it over with, or I’m going back to doing it myself. And I am patrolling tonight, so no local.”

Jason stares at him, taking in the way he’s braced for it, jaw set and staring straight ahead at the wall in across from them. He sighs, “Look, if you really don’t want the local, I won’t do it without your consent. But if your only reason for not wanting it is because you have some deluded idea about going on patrol an hour after dislocating your shoulder, I can promise you Bruce isn’t letting you out of this house tonight.”

Tim finally looks at him, an exasperated look on his face. “Bruce has never once stopped from going on patrol after being injured. Just get this over with before it swells too much.”

Jason huffs, then presses the call button on the cot. “The fuck you mean Bruce never stopped you from going on patrol injured?”

“Exactly what it sounds like. I’d get injured in sparring, we’d go patrol that same night. I’ve never been benched for an injury.”

The way he says it, so deadpan, like it’s expected and normal for Bruce to not go full mother hen when one of them is injured.

“How is that even possible? You’ve seen how he gets when one of us is injured.” Jason takes a step back, so he and Tim can be face to face for this.

“That’s different.” Tim shrugs, then winces when it reminds him of his shoulder. “You’re his kids. I’m just some random kid who forced his way in.”

“Tim—” The word sounds punched out of Bruce. “What? You really think that?”

Jason glances over, to see Bruce entering the med bay with Alfred right behind him.

Tim scoffs, pushing himself off the cot. “It’s always been true, hasn’t it?” He stalks past them, going back to the wall. Bruce gently grabs his good arm to stop him from leaving.

“It seems I’ve messed up with you. Let me start fixing it?” Bruce stares down at Tim, waiting while Tim considers it.

“Don’t worry, B, I’ll be fine by patrol. Just gotta deal with this.” Tim tries to pull out of Bruce’s grip.

“That’s not what I asked. I’m not worried about patrol, I’m worried about why you think I want you to patrol after being injured. Go sit down, and please let Alfred or I take care of you this time.”

“I don’t need the help! I’ve been patching myself up since I started this vigilante business, I’m fine!”

Jason frowns, if he or Dick refused medical help like this, or even Damian, Bruce would force them into the medbay and keep them there until someone else has seen to their injuries. Jason used to hate it, but he’s come to realize it’s one way how Bruce shows he cares. But Bruce doesn’t push. He doesn’t scoop Tim up and place him on the cot. He just…waits. He waits while Tim glares up at him, body stiff and unyielding. He waits as the younger man considers what he’s saying, considers his options, and then ultimately decides to go back to the cot.

Bruce follows, making sure TIm is comfortable where he’s sitting as Alfred checks Tim’s shoulder.

“Jason?” Bruce calls over his shoulder. “What happened.” It’s not a question, not even a statement. It’s an order.

Jason winces, Bruce is already pissed and he doesn’t even know what happened yet. Jason doubts that’s going to get better when he finds out Jason’s part in this.

“We were sparring, he didn’t tap out.”

“Why didn’t you stop before this happened?” Bruce’s voice is barely more than a growl, more reminiscent of Batman’s voice than Bruce’s.

“How was I supposed to know he was that close to being hurt! He didn’t tap out!”

“Use your intuition. We don’t take sparring that far.”

“Clearly you did, if the kid has that much of an aversion to tapping out. Where do you think he learned it?”

Bruce turns, getting in Jason’s space. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I think I have a pretty good idea.” Jason crosses his arms, drawing himself up to his full height. Bruce is slightly taller, but they have pretty much the same build.

“Guys, stop.” Tim calls out. Bruce visibly deflates immediately, stepping back to Tim’s side.

“Why the fuck does Tim think he can’t tap out?” Jason scoffs.

“Knock it off, Jason, it’s not a big deal.” Tim winces as Alfred finally guides his shoulder back into place.

“Bullshit!” Jason snaps, “Sparring isn’t that serious. Injuries are supposed to be bruises! Not fuckin’ dislocated shoulders!”

“Drop it! You don’t know what it was like after you died! I had to fight every second to prove I deserved to be here. Bruce didn’t want me, if I missed a patrol, someone could die. I was weighing someone’s life against my own injuries every goddamn night. If I tapped out, I was admitting defeat. I didn’t tap out. I learned to escape, or suffer the consequences.” Tim is glaring now, he’s hopped off the cot and stalked close to Jason. “You think when I was searching for Bruce I was allowed to ‘tap out’ of a fight? You think I had someone patch up my injuries? It’s great, that Bruce cares enough about you guys to be worried about you, or keep you from making your injuries worse. But you don’t get it. Bruce changed. You had him before. You have him now, when he’s slightly more well adjusted. When he’s trying. I had him when he was broken. When I had to stop him from drowning himself in alcohol, or crossing a line he can’t come back from.”

Jason stares, speechless, at his little brother. Tim doesn’t talk much about what’s going on in his head, or what he’s been through. And honestly, Jason didn’t think Bruce was that affected when he died. He knows now that Bruce loves him, and it’s been a long ass road to get here, but he didn’t think Bruce had gotten to that point after he’d died.

Bruce looks heartbroken, and he steps forward, reaching for Tim, but Tim sidesteps and turns to leave.

“Tim, wait—” Bruce calls.

“It’s fine, B, you don’t have to worry about me.”

Before Tim can take another step, Bruce grabs his good arm again. “Tim, can we talk before you leave, please?”

“Why bother? I know where I stand, Bruce. I’m not your son, I never have been. Don’t sweat it.” Tim doesn’t even seem bothered by the words coming out of his mouth. Like it’s just common sense.

“No, see, that’s why we have to talk. You are my son.” Bruce speaks in a rush, as if he’s trying to get all the words out before Tim leaves. Maybe he is, maybe if Tim leaves after this, he won’t come back. “I didn’t see you that way at first, I’m not going to lie to either of us by saying that. It took me an embarrassingly long time to realize it. But you are my son, Tim, and I will do everything in my power to help you see that.”

“Why now?” Tim’s voice is rough, his head tilted downwards, as if to hide how close to tears he is.

“Because I only just realized you didn’t see it. I was stupid to believe you’d just know how I felt. That’s on me, son, and I’m so incredibly sorry.”

Tim sobs, and Bruce tugs him into a hug.

“I know it won’t change overnight. I know there will be good days and bad. But please, give me a chance to fix this.”

Tim grips at Bruce’s shirt, nodding slightly against his chest. Jason winces as he sees Tim’s injured arm pinned awkwardly, that has to hurt.

“I’m gonna—” Jason points at the door and starts to head out, before Bruce grabs him.

“We’re going to talk about you not realizing how much pressure you were putting on his arm.” Bruce narrows his eyes over Jason’s head.

“Yeah, yeah. Hug your kid, B, I’m gonna go patrol.” He tugs his arm out of Bruce’s grasp, and makes his way quickly to his gear.

He can hear murmuring in the med bay, probably Bruce and Tim talking more, but that’s not his problem now. They’ll work it out. It won’t be easy, but they will.

After all, if Bruce could convince Jason to come back home, that he loved him, that he is , then he can convince Tim.

[loveshotzz]

A/N:I was really struggling to write anything I liked tonight, so I sat in my backyard and opened up a blank word doc. Here’s the 535 words that came out, and of course it’s AIRWIY!steve. It’s pure fluff, and can be read as a stand alone. Just fire pit cuddling with your hot old man.

older!steve x fem!reader

The autumn air is crip on your skin, even breaching the thick fabric of your socks, chilling you down to your toes. An amber hue mixing ginger licks in the flames that threaten to go over the steel top of the fire pit. Warmth radiating from the crackling wood that battles against the cold you can start to see in your breath.

Steve throws in the last of the bag of wood you bought from the store on your way home from dinner. Rolling his eyes with a grin in the car at your complaints of the lack of fall activities you’ve participated in and how it was almost the middle of October. Still, he pulls into the parking lot of the local market just the same when he sees the giant sign that says five dollars a bundle.

The fire pit was new, never been used, a spontaneous purchase you made together on your first trip to Home Depot as new homeowners. Love sick and giggling, and he just couldn’t stop kissing you, keeping you tucked against him in the space between his chest and the shopping cart the whole time.

The flames dance across his face, highlighting the salt and pepper scruff that lines his sharp jaw, hazel eyes glowing in the warm light. He smiles at you when he catches you staring, closing the trap door before wiping his hands on his Levi’s making his way back over.

“We got maybe another hour out here honey, soak it up.” Twigs crack under his tan smoking slippers with a matching pair of socks like yours on his feet. The last of the leaves on your big tree begging to come spinning down in the low breeze.

“Thank you handsome,” you lift the throw blanket you dragged out with you despite his protests with a thankful grin that makes his cheeks redden from something other than the cold.

He feels like the sun when he takes up the space next to you, one long arm wrapping around your shoulders to pull you to his side. His warmth makes your skin tingle, snaking yourself around his middle you press your cold cheek to the wool of his jacket to soak up more. He smells like the bonfire, and when you inhale deeply you can still catch the notes of pine and cedar that seem to never go away. The red wine from dinner still lingers sweet on his breath, fanning across the top of your head followed by the softest press of his lips.

His fingers find yours under the fleece, and they’re warm just like the rest of him. He doesn’t hesitate to intertwine, a small smile just for him when he feels the cool metal of your engagement ring against his skin.

“You’re so cold, pretty girl. I told you to bring a warmer sweater.” His voice drips with smoked honey, the tip of his nose nudging against your temple.

You crane your neck to meet his eyes, the crows feet that line the edges look deeper in the flickering light. The pad of his thumb adds pressure to your palm, relaxing your muscles before bringing your fingers to his lips. He kisses the tips of them with the utmost care, doing it a second time for good measure making you giggle something sweet.

“Guess I’ll have to warm you up myself.”

Who needs a sweater when you have Steve?

[valentine-cafe]

:grin: guess who's here

can I please get a headcanon or drabble with pasquale where he is coming back from work or a race or something and walks in to the reader touching herself? He gets all smug and asks "were you just touching yourself?" fem!reader preferably but gender neutral is fine too!! thanks pookies <33

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your boyfriend comes home after a long day and finds you trying to tend to yourself. what kind of boyfriend would he be if he doesn't give you a hand? and tease you for it too. 

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Sprawled out on the bed, hair covering the sheets of your boyfriend’s bed. Pussy full of your own fingers desperately set to chase a high you’re sure will be difficult to get to when he’s not around.

It didn’t matter how many times you called out his name, not did it matter no matter the effort you put in to imagine him above you. His large dick filling you up to the brim and keeping your lady down there satisfied.

So you were in your own world. So much so, you failed to hear the unlocking of a door downstairs and the familiar voice of your boyfriend greeting people, before trudging his way upstairs to his room.

You came for the first time in the past 15 minutes you’ve tried to do so. . .

Just at the same time your boyfriend happened to open up the door and watch you throw your head back and whimper out his name.

A chuckle deep enough to shake your core took a lap around the room. And had it been been between your legs. Praising and kissing away at the puffy, desperate wet folds. You would have surely been knocked into a state of fucked out already knowing the skill of his tongue.

“Principessa.” He hums in greeting, slowly ridding his hands of the pair of dark gloves, closing the door with the weight of his body and locking it with ease by the simple flick of his head to the side.

Like a slow dance, his feet carry him towards the nearest drawer to put haphazardly throw his coat onto. “You touching yourself?”

Adrenaline rushes through you, giving you the hard whack of reality when you realize who just arrived in the bedrom.

You sit up quick, fingers still buried in your throbbing pussy, while you take your time to process.

“Pasqu—”

“Oh but you look so pretty too.” With a tut, he interrupts you. His hand finds itself by the long mirror next to him. Flipping it over so that you are met by the reflection of yourself and his silhouette taking over the reflection.

The cold weather outside lingers still on his touch and face. With red tinting soft, light olive face, that stretches when he gives you a smug grin.

“You weren’t around to help me. So I decided to help myself.”

“How’d that go?” You wanna punch him, and kiss him all at the same time. The shit-eating grin was what you fell for along with his chaotic and poetic personality after all.

The bastard has the right to steal a gasp from you. When hands settle down on your waist and creep below your shirt. Lips silence the protest you were about to throw at him. Covering yours like a blanket and soothing your eyes shut.

Nimble fingers wrap around the hand that had three fingers buried deep inside of your velvety walls. Urging a small pop to follow as you now feel so empty.

“Pasquale—” You murmur out in slight frustration, eyebrows knitted, while you hitch your breath. “If you’re gonna come intervene at least fuck me properly.”

What an invitation you’re giving him. How could he ever deny that?

Shivers rush up and down your spin when the feel of his index and middle run up your slit, before flicking against your clit. And when they’ve teased you enough and pulled enough whines out of you, they bury themselves inside of your folds.

“You want me to give you something good huh?” Wetting his lips, ruby hues flicker down towards your parted legs, observing the way your arousal squelches against his fingers quietly. Before they slowly enter you.

“Good, pretty whores beg for it baby.”

The familiar words have you gushing fountains, and your lungs inhaling sharply. Instinctively, the soft pair of hips below his left hand chases the feel of the fingers that pump and hook away at the nerves inside of you.

“Pasquale— please, I’ve been waiting for hours.” Despite your words, all that leaves him is a small hum. Not good enough for him, huh? The doe eyes usually do the trick, though it seems this time not.

“You’ve been at work and racing all d-ay.” You sigh out, velvet walls clamping down against his lukewarm fingers. With hooded eyes and your head tilted upwards and slightly to the side. You give him a look of sincerity.

“Why can’t you just let yourself lose on me tesoro?”

It’s like a cord inside of him snapped, his brows furrowing and his lungs taking in the same, sharp inhale you did just a moment ago. Before his lips are attacking the expanse of your neck, and his hand is gripping and squeezing away at any plush skin it can grip onto.

“I know. . . Lay back.” The groan is followed suit by your happy and eager response of almost throwing yourself back. He takes no time to pry your legs open the second you’re down.

Every part of your abdomen and pelvic area flutters, at the feel of his mouth connecting with the folds between your thighs. You taste so good you could make him pussydrunk in the matter of seconds if it wasn’t because he at least wanted to give some precision before getting sloppy.

Shaky hands run up and down your sides, below your shirt and then up to cup at your breasts. Thumbs swirling around your pebbled nipples to bring your back to arch. Your hips jerking upwards.

His tongue laps away at your soaking cunt. As devilish as the man can be, if heaven was something he sought. You’d truly be the definition of it.

The pink muscle does unspeakable things to you whenever he’s got your walls clamping down on it before they flutter and he draws yet another orgasm out of you. Calloused thumb rubbing slow and sensual circles against your clit.

Sometimes stroking upwards to press down on your clitoral hood and rub it up and down just like that.

“M- mgnh— fuck- fuckfuckfuck— ! Pasquale!!” Each pretty gasp that he manages to pull from you pulls another slew of cum out of his throbbing dick. Staining his pants, while he busies himself with smearing all of your juices out on his lips. Panting hard for another one of your pretty orgasms.

“Fuck. . . taste so good— Dammene un'altra, tesoro” ( give me another one, darling )

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[epiphanytear]

Color Vibe

Something’s coming

So out of breath

I just keep spinning

And I dance myself to death

[tiredfox64]

Hi how was your day? Or night I just want to ask if you still take request 😅 if you don't then you can ignore me and if you still take then I have an idea for you 😆 after I read your hijab reader I immediately fall in love with your writing 😍 the way you write makes me feel like I'm the one in the story and I really really really really LOVE IT!!!!! and today I just came back from the hospital because of the breathing problems and stuff I had to stay for a week in hospital 🥲 I swear staying in hospital drive me crazy 😭 no privacy and syringe needles and medicines are scary! So... Maybe maybe... Can you write something makes me feel a little better?

(Please 🥺)

So the idea lin kuei bros and Earthrealm champions with the reader ... Can you make it female reader? Like the reader loves to dance in her room when she's alone and wearing the boys over sized clothes? And yeah like her boobies juggles bom bom yk yk 😇 Yeah like dancing like crazy or beautifully or anything you want with any song but I think international love from Pitbull will be better and it's okay if you want to change the song you know 😆 and the boys would be walking in her room while she was dancing alone crazy and enjoy herself to ask something or wanted something with her and they like ".......damn!" You know, you can do the reason anything you want you can make the reader not notice them or she did is really up to you ❤

And thank you if you did this for me 🥺 you might don't believe that but I love doing it enjoying myself alone in my room wearing big shirt and dancing like crazy to let out all stress and enjoying myself 😂 and sometimes my mother would caught me and I'm be really embarrassed 😂 even though I'm Muslim I still have a rocking star spirit you know I can't live my life without songs and music 😆 even though my life is s*itty but I'll always find a way to forget it and enjoy my life ❤

The same about you lovely I wish that you do just like me enjoying your life every day also make sure to take care of yourself drink water and sleep well don't be like me believe me staying in hospital isn't fun 🥲

And thank you again you can ignore it if you don't like it I won't be mad 😊 I understand that writing a stuff not easy Thank you ❤🌹

(Damn I talk like grandma 😂)

Swing Your Feet

Prior notes: I hope you are doing better! Hospitals really suck. I used to scream when they tried to use needles. Hopefully my writing can make you feel a little better.

Pairing: Lin Kuei Bros & Earthrealm Champions x Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: Can you handle the beat?

There’s a sneaky weasel that has been stealing some clothes from some important people. Important people that are in the Lin Kuei and who are Earthrealm’s champions. Would you by any chance know where they could have gone?

Of course you do, you’re the weasel. A weasel who is blaring music in her room, spinning wildly like a tornado of rhythm. The boys on the other floor are forced to hear your music blaring while they play a game of Uno. You sure do have a mix of interesting music.

Johnny decided a nice way to get close with everyone was to play a nice game of Uno. Uno is never nice what was he thinking.

He invited the brothers to come to the Wu Shi academy to play as well. Tomas was the only one willing to play so Kuai Liang had to drag Bi-Han over. Oh hell, Kuai Liang decided to play as well. Not Bi-Han. Bi-Han and Uno don’t go together.

Round after round it was getting even more unhinged. Lots of yelling and accusations of cheating. You never heard it. You were too occupied with the blaring music and move your feet to match the beat.

“Ah dang it, Tomas! How do you keep beating us.” Johnny complained.

Tomas had this smug grin on his face. He was just lucky tonight. Or he was cheating. We’ll never know.

Johnny was done. Game over. He was about to pull down his sunglasses since he didn’t need to prevent anyone from cheating, only to feel that his sunglasses were gone. Not again. He looked around him and could not find his sunglasses.

“Come on! How did this happen again?” He yelled in annoyance.

“Another piece of our clothes has gone missing again.” Kung Lao said in defeat.

“Wait, your clothes have been stolen as well?” Kuai Liang asked.

Everyone looked at him in shock. So they too have been missing clothes at random. Not just accessories but full on outfits.

Kung Lao’s hoodie, Raiden’s shirts, button-ups from Johnny and Kenshi, and uniforms from Kuai Liang, Tomas, and Bi-Han. This is not a coincidence. This is suspicious. The only person who hasn’t gotten their clothes stolen is you.

“Alright,” Johnny slapped his hand against the table, “Start placing bets on what might be going on. Kenshi, go!”

“I think it’s you since you stole Sento and still won’t give it back.” He responded passive aggressively.

“Alright I’m not taking you seriously. Raiden, what do you think it is?”

“Uhh…a rat.”

“A rat is stealing our clothes?” Johnny questioned.

“A big rat. The kind that you told us about that challenge people in New York and Chicago.” A good guess Raiden, but no New York rat is gonna bother stealing clothes. They steal pizza and wallets.

“I think it’s someone with invisibility powers.” Kung Lao jumped in.

“That’s seems more reasonable. What else are we thinking?”

“Maybe it is the one who is blaring music in her room.” Bi-Han spoke up.

“What makes you think it’s her.” Kuai Liang asked.

“Because I watched her come out quickly and take his sunglasses before running back to her room.”

These fools were so focused on their game of Uno that they never noticed you coming out and sliding Johnny’s glasses right off his head. Bi-Han was the only one who caught you since he wasn’t playing. He didn’t care enough that you were taking them, he doesn’t even wanna be here.

Bi-Han and Johnny were left bickering about how he never said a thing while everyone else was contemplating about confronting you. You had no ill intent that’s for sure. It’s just nice wearing their clothes. It’s a girl thing.

“She’ll have to give our clothes back eventually. We don’t know what she is doing with them anyways.” Tomas chimed in.

That settles it. They decided to confront you on your actions. What you were doing with their clothes is a mystery to them. Maybe if they know what you are doing with them they will let you keep it.

They make their way to your room. The closer they get the louder the music is. Some of them could even feel the vibrations below their feet and in their hearts. The music you were playing all night was all over the place. Yet you still managed to move your hips and stomp your feet. You were groovin and movin. Some of them approved of the music, some were unsure of this was their type. Whatever floats your boat.

Johnny first tried knocking on your door, no answer. He knocked harder, no answer again. He sighed before trying the handle. You left your door unlocked by accident. He started opening to door.

“Hey, so quick question. Would you by any chance know where—OH!”

All their eyes fell upon you. There you were, jumping around on your bed with Johnny’s button-up shirt. The sleeves were long enough to cover your hands, making the excess material wave around as you moved. Your chest pressed against tightly against his chest. The buttons were putting up a fight as they tried to keep your chest from bursting out. They were jiggling as you pranced around. You had not a single clue that the boys were staring at you. The music was just too loud you never even heard Johnny speak.

It’s probably better that you don’t know. You know what they say: dance like no one’s watching.

The boys just stared in awe, even Bi-Han. If the shirt wasn’t a big clue or even that you are wearing Johnny’s glasses, all their clothes were scattered around your room. Every shirt, belt, and accessories that you scavenged was all over the place. You might have had a little fashion show before deciding to dance in Johnny’s clothes.

I won’t tell.

Your movements were enchanting them. Movements that were fluid and matched the rhythm well. Have you ever thought about being a background dancer? You would do well.

You must do this all the time considering you weren’t slipping up. You weren’t bumping into any furniture or tripping over your own feet. It’s natural to you. You’re having fun. And so are the boys I guarantee.

“Damn-“ Johnny was about to say more but all of them quickly covered his mouth.

They didn’t want you to know they were watching. You were in your natural state they must let you be. The music was about to end soon meaning you might finally realize they are there. No, no, they can’t have that. They slowly crept out of your room before closing the door quietly. It was as if they were never there.

There was a silence between them all. They have this information, what will they do with it? Nothing. They won’t change a thing. So what if you steal their clothes. You seemed to be putting it to good use.

“Tomas,” Bi-Han broke the silence, “do you wish to return for another round of that ridiculous card game? Perhaps next week.”

Tomas immediately nodded his head and so did Kuai Liang. They will be using Uno as their excuse for why they are coming around so often.

“I suggest we make it a weekly thing.“ Raiden knows you do this every week.

“I bet she will wear my hoodie next.” Kung Lao said with a goofy smile on his face.

“I see we are betting again. Fine, we’ll make this a weekly game night with some betting.” Kenshi was in for it.

“And then a show at the end.” Johnny was rubbing his hands like a malicious fly just thinking about it.

So it was settled. It’s like when men start digging holes at beaches it’s a mutual agreement no matter what. The brothers left peacefully while the champions got ready for bed.

And you had no idea that they had caught you red handed. And you won’t for a while.

I certainly won’t snitch for either side. You’ll know when you’ll know. But when you do, keep dancing. It’s the best thing to do in life.

After notes: I know you said one song but there were many options I could have used so I put them all in. Think of it as the music playing and changing as you continue to dance. They were also what I was listening to so don’t mind. I hope you can enjoy and yes I will try to take care of myself. I try my best to enjoy life and on days like this it can feel pretty easy. I hope you have a wonderful life. Adiós!

[b1ravenclaw]

HORNY HIGH 

The wind blowing my hair made me feel so euphoric, I opened the window and placed my head outside to feel more of the night air.

 “Darling, be careful” my boyfriend warned me. I only rolled my eyes as he tried to grab my arm. 

“Oh let her have fun Rafe, there are no more cars out” my other boyfriend argues, I can feel Rafe’s annoyance but he keeps driving. There is only us on the streets, not one car or walking being. The music blasting from the speakers just adds to my fuel, I love nights like this, and they know it. 

“I think I’m in love” I say to the open night.

“We sure hope you are” 

“Ugh, I’m not talking about you” I say inching my body so I am sitting, half my body outside of the car. “I meant this” I open my arms to the sky, I can’t help it, it is so beautiful, and the wind is making me high.

“Y/n, get back inside the car. Now.”

“Oh come on, don’t be a bore now Topper” I wink at Rafe, “of course i’m in love with you guys as well, I just meant, I’m in love with this feeling right now. Aren’t you?”

“How much did she smoke?” 

“Enough” I let Rafe’s hand find mine and allow him to pull me back to my seat, I know he likes it, me handing him the control. I pout anyways, wherever far I can go annoying him.

Laughing as they both let out a relieved breath, Rafe speeds through the streets and soon we get to Kelce’s house. 

The music was loud, and we were late as usual. Drunk people screaming and dancing, some crying, others hid on the corners to steal a kiss or two.

“Hey! You guys are late” Kelce yells at us, running to greet us, he spins me around as I kiss him.

“Kelcee” I hold onto his arm, he is more drunk than I am high “Rafe and Top were being mean to me”

“Oh, were they?” he questions, a protective arm around me. “That’s not very nice of them, is it?” 

“We weren’t being mean” Topper says “we were making sure she didn’t fall off the car” I pout even more, Kelce laughs and takes me with him to where people were dancing. Kelce’s hands glued to my hips the whole time, going up to my neck and down again, I don’t know how long we danced. Just when the liquor started to make him sleepy, people were already leaving. I texted Topper to help me with him, knowing Rafe would only bother us. 

My high kept me floating, and horny. And I couldn’t help kissing him, as Topper tucked Kelce in, his strong hands taking a good hold of Kelce’ strong form.

We wished him good night and sat on the couch near his bedroom window. I quickly sat on Topper’s lap

“Hey, someone’s touchy” I hummed in response, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.

“I suppose” I continued tracing kisses over his face along his neck

“Very, very touchy” I hummed in agreement “hasn’t Kelce given you enough attention today?”

“He’s barely touched me” I whispered

“From what I could see he rather touched you a lot”

“Are you jealous?”

“Not as much as I should be” he gave me a kiss on the cheek “how about” a kiss on the other “you tell me” this time a kiss on the chin “why he barely touched you?”

“Well, he only kissed me once” I pouted

“Oh my darling, if all you wanted was to kiss you could just ask” He pecked my pouted lips once, twice, three times. Then he dragged his tongue over my lower lip, and kissed me torturously slowly, his soft tongue against mine, one hand on my jaw the other holding my waist thigh. I grabbed his arms, and tried to rock against him, but that's when he stopped me. 

“Huh, I tough you wanted a kiss” I turned my face to the window, feeling it blushing already

“Well I couldn’t finish, you cut me off”

“Oh I’m sorry,” he leaned back “what else would you like?”

“Well-”

“Oh you guys are here, good” Rafe’s voice interrupted me from the doorway “oh, what do we have here?”

“Oh y/n was just about to tell me something, wanna hear?” I widened my eyes to him, but he only pinched my thigh “now darling don’t be shy, tell Rafe what you were gonna tell me” I stared at them both, Rafe was sitting beside Topper now. I took the opportunity to place myself hovering one of each other tight. 

“Well, I” their eyes were all on me, lust written on them “I want to be touched”

“We are touching you right now darling, got to be more specific”

“Ahg, you are both so annoying” at that Topper pinched me again. “Oi, ok” i tucked my hair behind my ear, what did I want? “I want you to finger me”

“Which one of us?” Rafe asks loudly 

“Topper” his face falls ever so slightly “but would you touch me, here?” I say grabbing my own chest, he smiles at me, and Topper doesn’t wast time getting my panty of.

“Rafe, I think we need to get her a bit more wet first” he says while caressing my entrance

“No problem brother” Rafes hands almost rips my top apart, his fingers careful on my nipples slowly getting them harder. The goosebumps his touch caused made me shiver, his nasty smile never left his face. While Topper kissed my neck Rafe took it upon himself to take m y right nipple on his mouth, his tongue doing wonders to my body, my core squeezed in response, and I couldn’t help but move my hips. Topper tsked and held my hips still.

“Let us do the work darling” I nodded as his hand slowly trailed down my body, coming to a stop on my heat. His fingers rubbed me up and down, my arousal coating his fingers as he started pumping in and out of me.

“Right there” I said when Topper pressed my clit. I felt a hand on my chin, and as I opened my eyes Rafe was smiling right at me

“Is he making you feel good, princess?”

“Mhm”

“Do you think he can handle you alone?” 

Topper scoffed at Rafe’s words, picking up his pace and I moaned in response.

“Mm, no?”

“What?”

“That’s my good girl” Rafe took the opportunity to place me between them, facing him. 

“Topper work just as you’ve been, I’m just gonna give a little help”

Topper’s finger never stopped, Rafe touched me all over, started on my breasts giving each one a lot of attention. They were very sensitive, and if Topper stopped I didn’t doubt I could come only with Rafe’s stimulation. As I felt the wave of pleasure get higher and higher I came with a scream, whispers of “good girl” and praises fell on my ears but I could only pay attention to their hands still on me. When I caught my breath back, I kneeled before them. “Let me help you both now” They wasted no time in getting their trousers off, both of them were really hard. I took both of them on hand and squeezed a bit, motioning up and down. It wasn't long before both of them started moaning. When I took Rafe in my mouth I could hear a whimper leave Topper’s lips, so I gave each of them my divided attention. Balancing between each of them. Topper took a hold of my hair and was almost face fucking me, his moans and my gags filled the room, and before I could think of Rafe he said.

“Ohh, that’s it baby, take all of his cock like we know you can” that only made me more eager, my throat seemed to agree with me and I took him even further down. I knew he was close, and when he came with a low grunt I swallowed all of his release. Smiling up at him, “Fuck baby, can I cum on you mouth too?” I complied to Rafe’s request, but instead of taking a hum inside my mouth he jerked near my tongue, so when he came he could see me swallowing the white liquid.

I sat down between them on the couch and watched as Kelce stirred in bed. 

“Well, that was quite the show” I blushed as he winked at us, “now, will you come join me”

We made our way to his bed, and slept all together, Kelce spooning me from behind.

[sturniolosangel]

step on me- matt sturniolo

masterlist

warnings: heartbreak, insecure thoughts, crying, panic attack, use of drugs/alcohol, kissing, a little bit of “smut” ig, arguing, cursing, use of y/n. not proof read! this is for my soft girls.

summary: reader is in love with matt but would never tell him. when matt kisses another girl will she snap?

anytime i’ve every tried to make a move on matt or give him hints his mind is on another topic. i don’t want to step my boundaries when he’s working on himself. my mental health would make his worse and i would never want to do that to him.

so i kept my distance but lately he’s been flirting with me making little comments about what i had on. i was getting ready for a meeting an he just had to say “wow you look amazing do a spin for me” smiling at him i of course twirled around as my heels clinked the floor. he pulled me in by my waist just looking at me licking his lips.

“matt i have to go i’ll see you when i get back” i said pulling him into a hug. i walked out the door repeating in my mind.

you can’t y/n.

you would ruin him.

just forget about it.

he’d never like someone like you.

now here i am getting ready for a party that he’s going to repeating those same words. i apply my makeup covering my dark circles from the sleepless nights i’ve had. i finished my makeup putting on lipgloss as i walk to closet choosing what to wear.

do i go casual with just a black dress? my eyes wondered around my closet grabbing a black lacy top, a leather skirt, some tights, and a black jacket. i slipped my clothes on looking at myself. all i see is person who isn’t me. why am i trying to impress him?

i sigh as i unlock my phone scrolling through tiktok and instagram. i get a call from nick that they were there to pick me up. my stomach dropped forgetting matt was driving me. i took a deep breath in saying back into the phone that i’ll be right out.

i put my boots on as i walked outside my house and locking the door behind me. i was met with nicks smile as i got in the back seat. “hey guys what’s up” i spoke softly as i put my seatbelt on. “nothing much just been chilling all day” chris answered as i nod my head. “i’m just got super tired i don’t know why” i groan. matt looked back to me in the mirror as he said “you alright” i gave him a smile nodding my head once again. “okay let’s go!” nick said tapping matt’s arm.

the whole car ride was filled with jamming out to song after song. i knew a few but some of them i didn’t know that i was for sure going to be adding to my playlist. i tried to ignore the stare i was getting everything we were at a red light. whether it was through the mirror or him turning his head to talk to one of his brothers but i just couldn’t keep my eyes off him. i never can.

as we arrived to the party there was already people doing every drug in the book. matt found somewhere to park once again looking at me for far to long. my thoughts were cut off as nick told me to come on as he opened my door. i groaned as i hopped out.

i was hit with the smell of weed as i walked through the door. i smiled to myself as i said bye to the boys an i made my way to the liquor. i started making myself a vodka and sprite swaying my hips a little to the music in the background.

i sipped my cup thinking i had to get my mind off matt. i found a fine ass man leaning against the wall as i down my drink an walk over to him. “wanna dance” i questioned. “sure baby” he answered as i grabbed his hand and brought him to where everyone was dancing at.

my back was now against his chest my hand reaching behind me for his neck as i moved my hips against him. his hands on my hips wrapping around my waist. i moan as he runs his hands up my torso to my boobs. he slightly laughs as he puts his head in my shoulder kissing as i tilt my head to the side.

i look to the side as i am met with those pretty blue eyes i was avoiding all night. his look is something i’ve never seen before, jealousy shaming me from his eyes to mine. the man i was dancing with now had became someone i needed to get away from.

as the song ended i pull away from him as i spoke “it was amazing dancing with you but i have to go find my friends” i walked away groaning. once again making another drink putting more alcohol than i need. why am i freaking out like i just cheated? i’m not even with him.

i grab the whole bottle of tito’s sipping it as i walk outback. i sit down on a chair pulling out a cigarette lighting it with the lighter from my pocket. “you look like you’re going through a tough time” i look up to see who it was. “chris why do you always have to care so much?” i spoke taking a hit from my cigarette.

“because i can tell you’ve made some bad decisions tonight since you have a whole bottle of alcohol and you’re smoking” he sighed sitting to me. i knew when he started conversations like this i would have to tell him what’s wrong. “well first i was dancing on a dude who i don’t even like. second your brother never wants to make up his mind an it’s driving me crazy.” i said throwing the end of my cig on the ground smashing it with my shoe.

he wrapped his arms around me hugging me. “i’m sorry i know how he gets y/n.” he spoke softly as i smiled. his eyes wondered as he gasped covering my eyes with his hand. “i don’t want you to die from drinking so much so please don’t look.” he stated. “chris what the fuck are you talking about let me see” i ripped his hand of my eyes looking where his eyes were.

“oh my god i think im gonna throw up” i said as i tried to move but i couldn’t eyes glued on to matt kiss some girl. one hand on her waist and the other on her face kissing her with passion. i felt my stomach turn as i shook my head grabbing the bottle and trying to get away asap. “y/n wait!” chris yelled after me as he got up. thoughts wouldn’t stop running through my head.

why did i dance with that guy.

is that why matt kissed her?

was he jealous?

y/n he would never like you that’s why he kissed another girl.

my breath going in and not coming out as i put a hand on chest trying to calm myself down as tears ran down my face. how could i be so stupid? i was now against a wall in a hallway of a house i don’t know throwing my head back panicking because i couldn’t breath. until i felt a pair of arms wrap around me. “it’s okay. please breath y/n. just breath” chris said.

i fell to floor him catching me. “chris i can’t.” i spoke softly crying against him. “can’t what? talk to me it’s just us.” he said rubbing my back. “i can’t live knowing i’m in love with matt, i’m so sorry because i know that’s your brother and you’re supposed to be there for him.” i whispered pulling away an sitting against the wall.

he slides to me making sure i’m okay. “why does he have to walk all over me?” i question putting my face in my palms. “maybe because he’s an idiot” he quietly laughs. “go find him. talk to him. set him straight” he encouraged me. “thank you chris i don’t know what i would do without you” i say giving him a hug and getting up.

i walked into every room, every corner, every hallway, but no matt. until he was right behind me calling my name. i froze, i wanted to talk to him but now i don’t think i want a answer to any of my questions. i turned around as i was face to face with the man who’s messing with my head.

“we need to talk” we both spoke to each other. i nodded grabbing his hand bringing him to a empty room. “chris said you wanted to talk to me” he said sitting on the bed infront of us. “why do you act like this?” i asked bluntly. “like what y/n.” he answered with confusing.

“like you want to kiss me one moment then you want to kiss another girl the other. god how could i be so stupid.” i say raising my voice. matt didn’t said anything just looked down. “i hate to say this but you’ve taken control of my mind matt! you’re spinning inside my head every second i breath. i have to distract myself with boys who will never compare to you!” i spoke pushing my finger into his chest.

“y/n please..” i cut him off speaking again.

“you have ahold of my heart an you can squeeze every drop of blood out of it but please don’t tell me you don’t feel anything between us!” my voice getting louder. “y/n!” he yelled. i stepped back from him.

“god you don’t get it do you? you’re the only girl i want. that girl meant nothing to me! just seeing you with someone who isn’t me mad me jealous.” he spoke pulling me in between his legs. “jealous?” i questioned looking down at him. “yes. just seeing another guy look at you makes me angry and i am so sorry that i kissed her i promise i don’t want her.” he said rubbing the back of my thighs.

“i’m sorry too matt. i should have never danced with that guy when all i wanted was you.” i sighed grabbing his chin so his eyes meet mine. “i love you okay don’t you forget it” he almost whispered to me. “i love you more than life itself matt.” i whisper back putting his face in my hand.

“can you kiss me?” he asked looking up at me with almost doe eyes. i nodded my head leaning down connecting our lips. he pulled my legs so i was sitting on his lap not breaking the kiss.

matt sturniolo was going to ruin me.

a/n: arm guys this was so bad but i hoped you enjoyed! my next 3 fics will be requested matt smuts so get your horny asses ready!

as always i🤍u.

[rebelwrites]

Eight: Highs And Lows

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

Till the wheels fall off Masterlist

Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

WARNINGS: this is such an emotional chapter, heavy themes of dementia

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Stepping out onto the small wooden stage, I felt the bile rise in my throat as I looked out across the bar seeing everyone’s eyes were on me. I was about to show the world my vulnerabilities, my insecurities and a part of me that I had lost. In a way this was me trying to find myself once again, I had spent far too long trying to be a superhero when in reality I was just plain old Nova.

Wrapping my fingers around the neck of my guitar, I let out a shaky breath trying to remember how free I felt when I sang.

You can do this!

Letting my eyes flutter closed I let the backing track wash over me, feeling the beat take over my soul as I started strumming the strings on my guitar, “So he's gone and left you all alone, think the better of your years were spent with him. The little girl who used to dance, on fire and brimstone, is all but dead,” my voice was shaky to start with but I quickly found my rhythm as the music took over my body.

“Where's the girl I knew that held a lighter up to the radio. She'd do anything she wants, because she can. We were seventeen and wild and we were jumpin' on the Devil's bed, I didn't raise you like that,” finally opening my eyes, I looked over to Pops’ booth, seeing the tears form in his eyes tugged at my heart. “I taught you lessons about freedom strapped to the bucket of a four five five. I lit your hair on fire racing ten mile flats. Where American heavy metal thrives. Oh we were waitin' and wishin' on pink slips and kisses at the end of the line. When you rat-a-tat tatted on the glass, and you screamed on high I'm alive.”

It only seemed right that this was the first song I openly sang, John Teller was the man I called my father, the man that taught me right from wrong, the man that took me in when my dead beat biological parents chose drugs over me. This was the song he always used to sing to me when I was having a bad day, it always reminded me who I was.

“You can say that cat is long gone, I bet you look real hard you can find that girl within. She's probably waitin' in the wings, for you to come along, let her out again. You need a quarter mile, a bunch of horses and some gasoline,” I was putting my all into this song, in a way this was my way of speaking to myself, reminding myself that I needed to be myself. Not hiding behind this superhero image I had made myself into in order to keep my head above water. It was time that I was true to myself, it was the only way I was going to be able to move forward.

My gaze locked with Charles, there was something about the way he was looking at me that nearly made my resolve crumble into pieces. Tears threatened to spill over my lash line as I belted out the song. “I taught you lessons about freedom strapped to the bucket of a four five five. I lit your hair on fire, racing ten mile flats. Where American heavy metal thrives. Oh we were waitin' and wishin', on pink slips and kisses at the end of the line. When you rat-a-tat tatted on the glass and you screamed, I'm alive.”

For the first time in a while I felt free, the worries about showing the world my vulnerable side quickly dissolved as the music wrapped around me like a soothing blanket, as if it was protecting me from the outside world. I knew the final part of the song was coming up, I refused to break eye contact with Charles, I just hoped that he understood what I was trying to express to him through the song, especially with the last line.

“I'm alive. You wanna meet a girl I used to know, let's take a drive.”

Spinning around I let out a shaky breath, carefully placing the guitar back in the stand before turning back to face everyone in the room. Jax was wolf whistling, Pops was crying and everyone else was clapping. Nothing could take the smile off my face right now I was in my element as I jumped off the stage making way over to the corner my family were huddled in.

The moment I got within touching distance Jax pulled me into his arms, pressing a kiss against the top of my head, “that gave me fucking chills, Squirt,” he hummed, squeezing me tight. Wiggling out of his grasp I took Pops’ hands in mine, the proud watery smile that was on his face told me everything.

“I’ve missed your singing,” he whispered, squeezing my hand, “seeing you up on that stage took me back to when you used to put on your own concerts in the living room, singing into your hairbrush.”

Oh god he was going to spill off of my embarrassing moments in front of the guy I was currently crushing hard on. I needed to be sitting down for this, Jax being the ass he was, had taken the space next to Pops meaning the only spot left for me was next to Charles. Right now I wanted the world to swallow me whole, especially when Jax jumped in on the action as well, he loved any chance he could to tease me.

“Oh yeah, you used to make us sit through a whole damn performance, home made tour t-shirts included,” Jax smirked. I could see where this was going, he had a mischievous look in his eyes as he spoke, “you even made him set up the camcorder to make it an official tour, even though it only ever happened in the living room.”

“Now that I would love to see,” Charles chuckled, nudging my shoulder as I sat back in the same spot as earlier.

“I think Pops still has the VHS,” Jax winked, causing me to flip him the bird.

“Don’t you fucking dare Jackson Teller,” I growled through gritted teeth, “if that video ever manages to make it to the surface I will personally take a sledgehammer to your Harley and your dirt bike.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he said, narrowing his eyes at me.

“Try me, asswipe!” I shrugged, downing a glass of amber liquid but I nearly ended up spraying Jax with whiskey from across the table as I felt Charles try to slyly move his arm around me. It was the classic fake yawn trick but even so the action caused my heart rate to double.

“You okay?” Jax asked, cocking his brow, I could tell he noticed Charles’ movement by the smirk on his face.

“Wrong hole,” I breathed, reaching for a napkin to wipe my face. My head was spinning and not from the alcohol or performing, this was the most contact I had with Charles since he arrived in town and I was starting to freak out, especially when he scooted over in the booth, his leg pressing against mine. In my head I told myself that it was only to allow Elenor to sit in between him and Pierre.

For the next few hours we ate, drank and laughed. Everything felt natural, the more time I spent with Charles and Pierre it felt like we had been friends for years, the conversation never dried up, there were never any awkward moments even when Elenor spilt her drink all over Charles’ hoodie.

He made out that it didn’t matter when Elenor started to freak out, her bottle lip was wobbling, her bright blue eyes were shield by tears that threatened to fall. Charles ignored his wet hoodie to console Elenor. Watching him wrap his arms around her, running his hand over the back of her head trying to get her to calm down warmed my heart, he was so good with her. Once he was happy she was okay, he attempted to take the wet garment off without making anyone move. As he pulled his arms over his head, his t-shirt rode up giving me the perfect view of his toned stomach.

The sight made my heart skip a beat, I needed to distract myself, I could feel my skin heat up, to the point I knew my cheeks were bright red. Pulling my gaze away from his abs I tried to find anything else to look at but in turn I ended up catching Pierre’s eye, smirking at me knowingly. The moment Charles’ hoodie hit the table I grabbed it mumbling into the air, “let me take care of this,” before I scurried out to the back where we kept the industrial tumble dryer. This thing always amazed me, it dried items super quick meaning I had an excuse to not be at the table whilst I waited for his hoodie to dry.

Stepping out of the back door I placed a cigarette between my lips, the sound of the birds in the trees gave me something other than my racing heart to focus on. The sun was starting to set which provided a welcome breeze, but it wasn’t enough. I was so close to grabbing a pack of frozen peas out of the freezer to try to cool my face down.

My mind was spinning with everything that had happened this evening. I was relieved that Pops loved the performance, I couldn’t lie it did feel good to get back up on the stage. My thoughts drifted back to Charles, I swear the connection between us was getting stronger by the second even though we hadn’t spoken that much. There was just something about him that set my entire world on fire.

It was like our souls had been entwined in a previous lifetime.

I stayed outside until I had got my nerves under control, even if it meant I smoked two cigarettes back to back, dropping the butt into the bucket by the door. I pushed myself off the wall, taking a deep breath, exhaling loudly before heading back inside to check on the progress on the dryer.

Once I had rejoined the table I dropped Charles’ sweater in front of him, the confused look on his face made me giggle, “we have a commercial dryer, don’t worry I ain’t a hoodie thief,” I shrugged. My words caused a large smile to appear on his face as I sat back down next to him. This time he didn’t try to be sly about his movements, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

“Thank you,” he whispered, letting his fingers run over the back of my hand like he was drawing something.

“I wasn’t gonna let you sit in wet clothes all night,” I smiled, boldly resting my hand on his knee, “I ain’t cruel.”

It was like it was only me and him in the room, these small touches made me realize how much I missed the intimacy of being with someone. It was like someone had put us in a protective bubble allowing us to openly flirt with each other. That was until Pierre coughed bringing us back down to the real world.

“You two need to get a room,” he smirked, pouring himself another glass of whiskey.

“What does that mean, Auntie Nova?” Elenor asked, looking up from her coloring book.

“Nothing, baby,” I giggled, before narrowing my eyes at Pierre causing him to hold his hands up in defense.

“You need to watch this one Charles, she’s feisty,” Pierre hummed with a large smile on his face.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the look on Pops’ face had changed, he had gone from smiling to throwing daggers across the table at me and Charles. The knot in my stomach made itself known once again, I knew the expression on Pop’s face all too well.

“You just have to flirt with everyone don’t you Gemma,” he spat, slamming his palm onto the table causing me to flinch at the sudden movement. “You can’t be fucking faithful if you tried!”

Tears pricked my eyes, normally I could deal with his episodes but this one cut deep, it felt personal. The fact he thought I was Gemma made me want to throw up, I was nothing like her, never have been and never will be but for some reason in his head right now that's who he saw me as. I had never moved so fast in my life, pushing Charles’ arm off me, moving so I was crouched in front of Pops

“Pops, it’s me,” I whispered, placing my hand on his arm, “it’s Nova.”

“Get off me,” he shouted, pushing me backwards causing me to fall on my ass.

A single tear rolled down my cheek as I looked up at Charles and Pierre. “Can one of you get her out of here please, she doesn’t need to see this. I have a feeling it won’t be pretty.”

Both boys quickly moved out of the booth, Pierre taking Elenor's hand guiding her out of the firing zone, she didn’t need to see her Poppy like this. Charles was now standing in front of me, offering his hand for me to take, he had an apologetic smile on his face as he helped me off the floor.

“You never could keep your hands to yourself could you!” Pops growled at me, pushing himself to his feet so he could square up to me, “whenever there was someone new in town you would be all over them like a rash, not caring about me.”

I couldn’t stop the tears from rolling freely down my cheeks, I knew his words weren’t aimed at me but they still hurt. Especially knowing that he thought I was his ex-wife.

“Pops, Gemma is dead!” I said, trying not to lose my temper, reminding myself that he wasn't himself right now.

He hadn’t had an outburst this bad in a while, seeing the man I looked up too lose all control like this completely broke me. There was nothing anyone could do, we just needed to ride it out but I knew the way he was looking at me right now was going to be burned into my soul.

My heart was in pieces, the man standing in front of me wasn’t one I recognised. Roughly wiping my cheeks with the back of my hand I tried to stop the tears from falling but nothing was working. The whole bar had fallen silent at Pops’ outburst, I needed to get out of the room, right now it felt like the walls were starting to close in on me trying to squeeze the life out of my body.

“Sunshine, you okay?” Charles asked, placing his hand on my lower back. His touch provided some calmness to the whirlwind of a situation.

“I need to be alone right now,” I sniffled, knowing my make up was well and truly fucked right now. Shrugging Charles’ hand off me, I let out a shaky breath as I tried to move through the bar but it was just my luck that everyone was standing between me and the door blocking my escape.

“Can everyone fucking move out of my way!” I growled, not caring how harsh I sounded.

“Nova,” Jax called out to me, he knew that he shouldn’t follow me, although when I saw a packet of cigarettes flying through the air I weakly smiled at him, catching the smokes with ease, before slipping through the main doors of the bar.

The moment I finally got outside the summer breeze hit my face, my world had just been tipped upside down in the space of five minutes. Feeling the wall take the weight of my body, I didn’t try to hold myself up instead I slumped to the floor pulling my knees to my chest as the sobs took over my body.

Any happiness I felt had now been washed away by Pop’s reaction. I never would have predicted he would act the way he did, seeing me with someone. This was how my life went, one moment I was on top of the world, feeling invincible to feeling the lowest I had felt in a while within a matter of minutes.

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[mistfallenmemes]

𝙿𝙸𝙲𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙽

"State the obvious."

"I didn't get my perfect fantasy."

"I realized you loved yourself more than you could ever love me."

"So go and tell your friends that I'm obsessive and crazy.

"By the way, I hate that stupid old pickup truck."

"You're a redneck heartbreak."

"You're a redneck heartbreak who's really bad at lying."

"Watch me strike a match on all my wasted time."

"As far as I'm concerned you're just another picture to burn."

"There's no time for tears."

"I'm just sitting here planning my revenge."

"There's nothing stopping me from going out with all of your best friends."

"My daddy's gonna show you how sorry you'll be."

"If you're missing me you better keep it to yourself."

"Coming back around here would be bad for your health."

𝙵𝙸𝙵𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙽

"You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors."

"Say hi to your friends you ain't seen in a while."

"Try and stay out of everybody's way."

"You're gonna be here for the next four years in this town."

"You know I haven't seen you around before."

"When you're 15 and somebody tells you they love you, you're gonna believe it."

"Feeling like there's nothing to figure out."

"Count to ten, take it in."

"This is life before you know who you're gonna be."

"Soon enough you're best friends."

"We'll be out of here as soon as we can."

"He's got a car."

"You're feeling like you're flying."

"Your mama's waiting up."

"You're thinking he's the one."

"And (you're) dancing around your room when the night ends."

"Your first kiss makes your head spin round."

"In your life you'll do things greater than dating the boy on the football team."

"But I didn't know it at fifteen."

"When all you wanted was to be wanted."

"Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now."

"Back then I swore I was gonna marry him one day."

"I realized some bigger dreams of mine."

"And we both cried."

"Don't forget to look before you fall."

"I've found time can heal most anything."

"You might just find who you're supposed to be."

"Take a deep breath, girl."

𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙺𝚂 𝙵𝙻𝚈

"The way you move is like a full on rainstorm

"The way you move is like a full on rainstorm, and I'm a house of cards."

"You're the kind of reckless that shoudl send me running."

"You're the kind of reckless that should send me running, but I kinda know that I won't get far."

"You stood there in front of me just close enough to touch."

"My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea."

"You touch me once and it's really something."

"You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be."

"I'm on my guard for the rest of the world but with you, I know it's no good."

"I could wait patiently."

"I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild."

"Just keep on keeping your eyes on me."

"It's just wrong enough to make it feel right."

"Lead me up the staircase."

"Won't you whisper soft and slow."

"I'm captivated by you, baby."

"Drop everything now."

"Meet me in the pouring rain."

"Kiss me on the sidewalk."

"Take away the pain."

"Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around."

"'Cause I see sparks fly, whenever you smile."

𝚁𝙴𝙳

"Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street."

"Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you're already flying through the free fall."

"(It's) like the colors in autumn, so bright, just before they lose it all."

"Losing him was blue, like I'd never known."

"Missing him was dark gray, all alone."

"Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met."

"Loving him was red."

"Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you."

"Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song."

"Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer."

"Regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong."

"Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes."

"(I) tell myself it's time now gotta let go."

"But moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my head."

"And that's why he's spinning 'round in my head."

"(It) comes back to me, burning red."

"His love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street."

𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙺 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝙲𝙴

"Nice to meet you, where you been?"

"I could show you incredible things."

"Saw you there and I thought 'Oh, my God, look at that face.'

"You look like my next mistake."

"Love's a game, wanna play?"

"I can read you like a magazine."

"Ain't it funny? Rumors fly."

"And I know you heard about me."

"So hey, let's be friends."

"I'm dying to see how this one ends."

"Grab your passport and my hand."

"I can make the bad guys good for a weekend."

"So it's gonna be forever or it's gonna go down in flames."

"You can tell me when it's over if the high was worth the pain."

"They'll tell you I'm insane."

"'Cause you know I love the players and (you) love the game."

"'Cause we're young, and we're reckless."

"We'll take this way too far."

"It'll leave you breathless or with a nasty scar."

"You're the King, baby, I'm your Queen."

"(I'll) find out what you want, be that girl for a month."

"I can make all the tables turn

"(I'll) keep you second guessing like 'Oh, my God, who is she?'"

"I get drunk on jealousy, but you'll come back each time you leave."

"'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream."

"Boys only want love if it's torture."

"Don't say I didn't, say I didn't warn ya."

"'Cause you know I love the players."

"But I've got a blank space, baby, and I'll write your name."

𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴

"I wanna be your endgame."

"I wanna be your first string."

"I wanna be your A-Team."

"You and me, we got big reputations."

"I got some big enemies."

"You and me, we'd be a big conversation."

"You like the bad ones too."

"I don't wanna touch you."

"I don't wanna be just another ex-love you don't wanna see."

"I don't wanna miss you like the other girls do."

"I don't wanna hurt you."

"I know what they all say."

"I got issues and chips on both of my shoulders."

"The truth is, it's easier to ignore it, believe me."

"Even when we'd argue, we'd not do it for long

"I've made mistakes, and made some choices that's hard to deny."

"After the storm, something was born on the Fourth of July."

"With four words on the tip of my tongue."

"We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't."

"I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em."

"(My) reputation precedes me, they told you I'm crazy."

"I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me."

"I can't let you go, your handprint's on my soul."

"It's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold."

"You've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks."

"So here's the truth from my red lips."

𝙲𝚁𝚄𝙴𝙻 𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙴𝚁

"Fever dream high in the quiet of the night, you know that I caught it."

"Shiny toy with a price, you know that I bought it."

Killing me slow, out the window

"I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below."

"Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes."

"What doesn't kill me makes me want you more."

"And it's new, the shape of your body."

"It's blue, the feeling I've got."

"It's cool, that's what I tell 'em."

"No rules in breakable heaven."

"It's a cruel summer with you."

"You say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times."

"We're not trying."

"So cut the headlights."

"I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone."

"And if I bleed, you'll be the last to know."

"He looks up grinning like a devil."

"I'm drunk in the back of the car."

"And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar."

"Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true."

"I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you."

"And I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate."

"And I screamed for whatever it's worth 'I love you'."

"Ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"

𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙶𝙰𝙽

"When you are young, they assume you know nothing."

"But I knew you; dancin' in your Levi's, drunk under a streetlight."

"I knew you; hand under my sweatshirt. Baby, kiss it better."

"And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed... you put me on and said I was your favorite."

"A friend to all is a friend to none."

"Chase two girls, lose the one."

"But I knew you; playing hide-and-seek and giving me your weekends."

"I knew you; your heartbeat on the High Line once in 20 lifetimes."

"To kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed."

"You drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleedin'."

"'Cause I knew you; steppin' on the last train, marked me like a bloodstain."

"I knew you; tried to change the ending, Peter losing Wendy."

"I knew you; leavin' like a father, running like water."

"But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss."

"I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs."

"I knew everything when I was young."

"I knew I'd curse you for the longest time."

"I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired."

"... and I knew you'd come back to me."

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙼𝙿𝙰𝙶𝙽𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙼𝚂

"(You) booked the night train for a reason, so you could sit there in this hurt."

"Bustling crowds or silent sleepers, (you're) not sure which is worse."

"Because I dropped your hand while dancing, left you out there standing crestfallen on the landing."

"Your mom's ring in your pocket, my picture in your wallet."

"Your heart was glass, I dropped it."

"You told your family for a reason, you couldn't keep it in."

"Your sister splashed out on the bottle, now no one's celebrating."

"Your hometown skeptics called it 'champagne problems'."

"You had a speech, you're speechless."

"Love slipped beyond your reaches."

"I couldn't give a reason."

"Your Midas touch on the Chevy door, November flush and your flannel cure."

"This dorm was once a madhouse"

"I made a joke, well, it's made for me."

"How evergreen, our group of friends."

"Don't think we'll say that word again."

"And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls that we once walked through."

"One for the money, two for the show."

"I never was ready, so I watch you go."

"Sometimes you just don't know the answer 'til someone's on their knees and asks you."

"She would've made such a lovely bride what a shame she's fucked in the head." "But you'll find the real thing instead; she'll patch up your tapestry that I shred."

"You won't remember all my champagne problems."

𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙽

"When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf 'cause we lost track of time again."

"Laughing with my feet in your lap like you were my closest friend."

"How'd we end up on the floor anyway?"

"Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how."

"I see you every day now."

"And I chose you."

"The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me and how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet."

"The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones, the lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon."

"When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy."

"How the hell did we lose sight of us again?

"Ain't that the way shit always ends?."

"You were standin' hollow-eyed in the hallway."

"Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us."

"I feel you no matter what."

"And I lost you."

"And I wake with your memory over me."

"That's a real fucking legacy."

"And I wake with your memory over me; that's a real fucking legacy to leave."

"It was maroon."

[adiraargent]

I Like the Way Your Hand Fits in Mine

Hanma Shuji x Reader warnings: Angst, death

It was a crisp autumn afternoon when Shuji Hanma and I found ourselves strolling through the park, hand in hand. The golden hues of the falling leaves danced around us, painting the world in shades of amber and russet. I liked the way his hand felt around mine, his calloused and cold skin felt so comforting to me... the way his hand covered mine made me feel so safe.

But amidst the beauty of nature's spectacle, there was an undeniable tension hanging between us, a silent question that lingered in the air like a heavy fog.

We had been dancing around our feelings for what felt like an eternity, tiptoeing along the fragile line between friendship and something more. And as we walked side by side, I couldn't help but steal glances at the man who had stolen my heart, wondering if he felt the same way I did.

And then, as if sensing the turmoil raging within me, Shuji came to a sudden stop, his gaze fixed on something in the distance. Following his line of sight, I felt my heart skip a beat as I saw the most breathtaking sunset I had ever witnessed, a fiery tapestry of reds and oranges that stretched across the horizon like a canvas painted by the gods themselves.

"It's beautiful," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.

Shuji turned to me then, his eyes sparkling with an intensity that took my breath away. And in that moment, as the last rays of sunlight bathed us in their warm embrace, he reached out and took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers in a silent promise of forever.

"I like the way your hand fits in mine," he said softly, his voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of the fading day.

And in that simple gesture, I felt a wave of emotion crash over me, threatening to drown me in a sea of longing and desire. For in Shuji's touch, I found solace and strength, a beacon of hope in a world that often seemed so dark and unforgiving.

But amidst the warmth of his touch, there was a quiet sadness that lingered beneath the surface, a reminder of the obstacles that lay ahead of us. For Shuji was a man torn between duty and desire, his loyalty to the Tokyo Manji Gang a constant source of tension between us.

Yet, despite the challenges that lay ahead, I couldn't bring myself to let go. His love was a lifeline in a sea of uncertainty, a guiding light that led me through the darkest of nights. And so, with a silent prayer on my lips, I squeezed his hand tightly, silently vowing to stand by his side no matter what.

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, our love blossomed like the flowers in spring, each moment spent together a precious gift to be cherished and savored. And yet, beneath the surface of our idyllic romance, there was a sense of foreboding that hung in the air like a heavy shroud, a silent reminder of the dangers that lurked just beyond the horizon.

And then, one fateful day, tragedy struck.

I remember the moment as though it were yesterday, the sound of tires screeching, the sickening crunch of metal on metal, the deafening silence that followed. And as I rushed to Shuji's side, my heart pounding in my chest, I felt a sense of dread wash over me like a tidal wave, threatening to pull me under.

I felt the world stop spinning as I fell down to the ground next to him, my heart was hammering in my chest, beating against my ribs in an attempt to get out, my lungs screaming as I felt my body imploding. I couldn't breath... I took his hand in mine, squeezing it tightly as though it were the only thing keeping me anchored to this world, I whispered those three words that had come to define our relationship.

"I love you, Shuji," I said softly, my voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of the fading day.

And in that moment, as the last rays of sunlight bathed us in their warm embrace, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, knowing that even in death, our love would endure. For in Shuji's touch, I had found a love that transcended time and space, a love that would guide me through the darkest of nights and lead me safely into the arms of eternity.

As I held Shuji's hand tightly, the weight of the moment crashed down upon me with unbearable force. The words he spoke, "I like the way your hand fits in mine," echoed in my mind, a poignant reminder of the depth of our connection. But even as I clung to his hand, desperate to hold onto the fleeting moment, I knew that our time together was slipping away like sand through an hourglass.

The sirens wailed in the distance, a haunting melody that underscored the tragedy unfolding before us. Paramedics rushed to Shuji's side, their urgent movements a stark contrast to the stillness of the park. Panic clawed at my chest as I watched them work tirelessly to save him, each passing second stretching into eternity.

And then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over. The paramedics exchanged solemn glances, their expressions conveying a truth that I was unwilling to accept. Shuji was gone, leaving nothing but a void in his wake.

I knelt there beside him, my hand still clasped tightly in his, as tears streamed down my face unchecked. The world around me blurred into nothingness, leaving only the echo of my shattered heart reverberating through the emptiness.

"I like the way your hand fits in mine," his words echoed in my mind, a cruel reminder of the love we had shared and the future we would never get to see.

In the days that followed, I wandered through life in a haze of grief and disbelief. Everywhere I looked, I saw reminders of Shuji – in the sunset that painted the sky in hues of orange and red, in the laughter of children playing in the park, in the empty space beside me where he used to stand.

But amidst the pain and sorrow, there was a glimmer of hope that refused to be extinguished. For in Shuji's touch, I had found a love that transcended even death itself, a love that would guide me through the darkest of nights and lead me safely into the arms of eternity.

And so, with Shuji's memory as my guiding light, I vowed to live each day with purpose and passion, cherishing every moment, every touch, every whispered word as though it were my last. For in the end, it was not the length of our lives that mattered, but the depth of the love we shared, a love that would endure long after we were gone.

"I like the way your hand fits in mine," I whispered into the silence of the night, my voice trembling with emotion. "And even though you're gone, I'll carry that love with me always."

And as the tears fell like rain, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, knowing that somewhere out there, Shuji was watching over me, his hand forever entwined with mine in a love that would never fade.

Written by @adiraargent

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[may-bee-its-just-me]

✨Trauma dump sesh;

but make it classy because effort was put into the wordage and I cant count how many takes i did for the recording

"I’ve a naturally hyper personality; I dance while I work, sing while I clean and I try to brighten everyone’s day. I get asked why I am the way I am. “Oh it must be the coffee, that’s why she’s so quirky again after her lunch break”. Truth is, I push myself to my limits daily and crash by the afternoon. Any spare physical energy is immediately used up; taken advantage of. I’m a one woman circus act walking the line of energetic and productive, over a hundred ft. drop into despair, with nothing but the safety net that is God’s grace to protect me. I go through swings like nobody’s business, taking the highs as they come; Until I swing too high and fall out the back of my seat. In rough waters, I take every moment above water breathing heaps of fresh air up until the millisecond the next wave engulfs me; Breathing salt water with it. I’m Icarus, taking my temporary wings for a joyride; Flying too close to the sun. Sometimes this worries people. They ask if I’m okay, seeing me hunched over the kitchen table praying for another ounce of strength. They want to help but, seeing as how it’s daily, I tell them “same ol’” and let them move on with their day. And, when they ask me why I haven't seen a doctor after a year, I haven’t much to say. I can’t explain it, I don’t have the energy and they won’t understand.  People look at me like I’m crazy. My knee jerk reaction is to deny. I’m not crazy, I’m just struggling, I’m trying really hard, I’m. Not. Crazy. But the truth is, who wouldn’t be? No one understands how hard it is to live every single day in pain, until they experience it themselves. To have every motion of your hand matter. To have every action, reaction, tone of voice matter. To be ever conscious of every maneuver your body makes -  trying to limit mistakes and dropping things but still go fast enough to keep up with your job. To be hyper-aware of every micro-adjustment to your posture; In hopes that one of them makes the pain lessen and allow your mind to focus on something else for a moment. And, when needing to lift heavier objects, be careful not to lift too long or to speed-walk with them too fast, lest you cause your arms to flare up again. And, when the flare up inevitably happens, how much of the muscle spasm in your shaking hands do you allow others to see in hopes of being cut a break, but not enough that it makes your work sloppy? What do you do when your mind is fuzzy, and the room is spinning - Your heart is beating harder and you’re losing your balance - Your ear keeps ringing intermittently, and your chest feels heavy - You think you’re going to pass out, but your body isn't ready - and you don’t want to, but your heart rate still unsteady - you’re catching yourself from falling, and you’re just trying to get through the work day - So you’re stuck in limbo, between conscious and fainted - Until eventually it tapers off and you begin to question; Am I somehow faking it? Did it ever even happen in the first place? You make mention of everything hurting, all the time, just for older family and coworkers to joke about “becoming an adult - Not understanding just how deep that cuts, or what they’re really joking about. . I’m exhausted. I’m broken. I’m weak. I’m frustrated. I’m burnt out. I’m beat. I want to rest, but even after a long day of hard work and minimal issues - The pain creeps up when I lay my head down for sleep. I don’t want to be a miserable person, I don’t want to be consumed by my struggle. I want to keep hold of faith for healing, stay hopeful for better days. I want to spread joy. So I break my body to keep up in the day, deal with the consequences by night, and repeat in the morning. I’ve a hyper personality, tied down by my body. A personified contradiction, walking a tightrope, swinging forward and back, halfway underwater, too close to the sun."

~ Bee, 11/20/2024 [Wannabee poet and rich person]