#sorry for the later reply work was hell and i had to stop myself from word vomiting about the dark past thing

[geometricalien]

Akashi is the #1 A-list actor who's currently on the rise. With many audiences adoring him & plenty of critics praising his performances in every award-winning film he starred in, he's basically set for life in Hollywood. But when a scandal breaks out involving him having an affair with a married person, his career is threatened to tank down. His only choice to save himself is to stage a (fake) romance & release a statement to the press to dispute said scandal.

Furihata is a former child star who now works as a regular office worker. Having been exposed to the dark side of the entertainment industry when he was 12, he's more than happy to live a normal life & stay away from the spotlight permanently.

But after meeting with Akashi when Furihata was at the wrong place & at the wrong time, he has no choice but to step on the center of the stage & face the cameras again for one last take...

When I first read this I was so excited- you said the magic word- actor AU plus fake dating! Actors fake dating <3 !! And then I thought more about this and what dark side of the film industry this could mean. And it really could be any number of things like seeing a close work colleague give into drugs and alcohol, developing an eating disorder, or even sexual assault by executives or what not... and that's deserves extra thought.

Whichever dark side Furihata would've seen is really up to personal taste, whichever you feel most comfortable writing because each of them will require extensive care. Presuming this would be from Furihata's pov, this event was such a big life changer that it will always be at the back of his mind, influencing his life. I would never fully address it until a pivotal intimate moment between him and Akashi. Personally I'd go with the last one because it's A) the only one I could actually write and B) makes narrative sense with Furihata's character- after the event being unable to perform infront of said executive and unable to stop his nerves dropping out of the production and the spot light is just the next logical step. And it could be a legal action pursued later on by Akashi's legal team.

Second thing my brain is latching on to- AKASHI IS SOMEONE'S MISTER!? I needed time to conceptualize that. He's been in my head as demisexual for years that I needed to rewire my brain a bit jdksaflj Like, whomist even would it be??? Obviously someone else from the industry and probably someone he worked with somewhat recently but- who? It could be just a faceless character but since this is a character that launches them into this act I would rather have it be an OC than that but if it could be a character from the series (or any other sports anime) who would it be?

God this is hard, gotta consider who would be sleazy enough to cheat and/or who would have a compelling dynamic with Akashi.

From knb I'm leaning to Mayuzumi (but he doesn't even seem to like Akashi, but that smex though) or Nijimura- who would bring in more drama later on because I feel like he and Akashi could've had a solid relationship and genuinely liked each other.

From other sports anime... hmm... maybe Semi or Konoha from hq? Those are smooth cool hot guys who are reliable, kinda in the same vein as Nijimura.

Any way god yes please, im obsessed with this already! I'm feeling like Furihata starred in a major horror film in his youth like the kid from sixth sense.

idk why but im getting major- "oh hi, we ran into each other at the same convience store at 2 am." maybe Furi asked for a picture, Akashi said yes. Akashi exits first and is bombarded by a couple of paparazzi both asking about the images of him leaving XXX's house earlier tonight. Akashi quickly realizing "shit, that's why his publicist had been calling him." And behind him Furihata comes out of the store and before he can edge away from the cameras Akashi grabs his hand and gives him these fucking adoring eyes. "Are you ready, dear?" and just the mental projection of please go along with this. And of course, Furihata is a smart observant cookie. He heard the commotion outside, he knows the pressure from press and fans, and he sympathizes, however its just a little too late for this out of job actor. Akashi leans forward and presses a kiss to his cheek and whispers "play along" as he pulls back. And Akashi turns to the paparazzi saying something like, "My Kouki is a huge fan of XXX and he asked me to get his autograph before we wrapped up the film but I forgot. I couldn't return to him without it and that's why I had to make a visit so late." but more eloquently jfdklsajf

NOW Furihata has to deal with an A lister kissing his cheek and knowing his FIRST name- and not react in total shock. But he can't entirely hide his reaction so he leans into it. He turns into Akashi's body, hiding himself from the cameras but his red ears are clearly visible. He makes sure his shaky voice is just loud enough for the photographers to hear, "Y-you know I don't like cameras..."

Matched in volume, Akashi whispers back, "Of course. Excuse us. We must get going." He leads him back to the unmarked black car on the street a little down. And as they walk away Furihata makes sure to once again say in a natural voice that they can hear, "You didn't have to mention how much a superfan I am of XXX. It's so embarrassing."

All the while these two paparazzi are taking pictures until the car is out of sight and turn to each other like- "that guy looks familiar right? What did Akashi say his name was? Kouki?"

and boom- Furihata is once again entangled in the industry and more importantly in one Akashi motherfucking Seijuurou

[gay-dorito-dust]

hi hiii its my first time ever asking anyone idk how this works ( ;｀Д´)

i rlly love your writing, i often find myself staying up late reading through your blogs!! funny bcs u were the one who got me into jason todd (ФωФ)

anyways!!! i was hoping you could pls pls pls pls plssssss write smth about Jason Todd who has a lover thats a sleep-deprived uni student having a hell week and jason is like "bitch put google docs down and get some sleep, ur ass has been awake for 48 hours" all worried and wanting them to rest and reader is like "correction, 50 hours."

i hope it makes sense (´ 3｀)

tyyyyy!!! woopee woopee

Sorry this took so long to get to anon, I hope you liked it either way. And don’t stay up too late reading fics but I truly appreciate you reading my stuff, I’m glad you like them 🦦🐿️

A week.

An entire week Jason had noticed you have been forcing yourself to stay up at the dead of night, glued to your laptop all the while chugging energy drinks and cups of coffee as though they were going out of style, and for what? An assignment that determined your future at uni should you not get straight marks.

Jason thought it ridiculous that you made yourself sleep deprived over this but he knew that if he didn’t do anything about it, then you’ll continue this habit until you were well out of university, struggling to come to terms that you had well and truly burnt yourself out before you could properly start living.

So when Jason couldn’t fell you next to him in bed one night, like you promised him you would, and groaned as he got himself out of bed before making his way towards the kitchen where he’d knew you’d be.

‘What time do you call this?’ Jason asked when he saw you in your usual spot at the kitchen counter, hunched over your laptop with a thin blanket frapped over your shoulders and a can of energy drink on one side of the laptop and a cup of coffee on the other side. He hated what this stupid university has made you do just in order to get good grades, it was harmful, damaging and it would inevitably lead to health complications later on in life; If he could Jason would more then gladly march down there and threaten the professors to stop shoving a boatload of work onto their students, but firstly he has to get you away from that damn laptop and learn how to take a fucking break.

‘Mid-afternoon?’ You asked, not looking up from the bright screen of your laptop, where the words scrawled across it in an incoherent mess for your overworked brain to comprehend.

‘It’s actually 3:30 in the morning.’ Jason replied unamused as he crossed his arms over his chest and you winced when you saw that he was indeed right about it being three thirty in the morning. ‘Don’t you think it’s time that you shut the laptop off and get some sleep?’

‘But I-‘

‘Actually sleep.’ Jason cuts you off as you slumped back into your chair, unable to come up with a decent enough response to defend yourself with because deep down you knew Jason was right, you’ve hadn’t had a decent sleep in a long while and it was definitely taking it’s toll with how lightheaded you’ve become as of late.

You sighed and ran your hands down your face. ‘Jason I can’t, I’ve got-‘

‘An assignment to complete for tomorrow I know.’ Jason cuts you off again as he crossed the room to put his hand over the top of your coffee cup upon noticing that you were intending to take another drink from it. ‘But I look at you and can tell you can barely keep your eyes open for more than five minutes.’ He adds and upon your silence, he puts the cup aside as far as he could before doing the same with the half empty energy drink, and then finally shutting the laptop close despite your weak protests for him not to.

‘No, Jason my assignment, I need to finish it.’ You told him with slow, sluggish movements as you tried to pry his hand off of your laptop, all the while biting back a yawn. ‘Just give me five more minutes please and I’ll come to bed, promise.’

Jason had enough of this habit of sleepless nights, it ends now, the professors will have to understand and extend the due date for your sake as he remembered how often you had harped on about how important this assignment was for your overall grade; However Jason didn’t take neglecting your bodily needs lightly and would prioritise that over anything else,you could hate him all you wanted but he was only looking out for you and your wellbeing.

‘Sorry chipmunk but I can’t watch you do this to yourself for any longer than I already have.’ Was all Jason said as he then lifted you out of your chair suddenly causing you to yelp in surprise and cling onto him for dear life, now being more awake then you ever have been five minutes ago, as he then proceeded to carry you back towards the bedroom before unceremoniously dropping you onto the bed.

‘Jason, I seriously needed to get that assignment-‘

‘We are going to sleep, end of discussion.’ Jason said with finality as he crawled under the covers and quickly held you against his chest as tightly as he could, rubbing his hands up and down your back soothingly. ‘I know how important this assignment was for you sweetheart but I’d much rather have you well rested, clear minded and healthy than to ever to have you pass out in my arms from exhaustion. I want my baby happy and healthy and you are neither of those things right now.’ Jason whispers into your ear, kissing the side of your head a couple of times before resting his forehead against yours so that he was looking into your weary half lidded eyes.

‘Look at you, you can barely keep your eyes open.’ He spoke with worry laced in his words.

‘You’re really warm and comfy jay birdie.’ You murmured, feeling the need for sleep grow ever stronger the longer you stayed in his arms as it fogged your mind.

‘I know, so please we can talk to the professor in the morning and sort something out, but until then no more late nights understand?’ Jason said firmly as he held you a little tighter, he just wanted you to get a decent nights sleep and be looked after properly but all these late nights weren’t cutting it and were making your situation worse, how were you meant to get anything done when you were half out of it due to overworking and lack of a sleep schedule? Were the professors at your university thinking they were teaching robots instead of humans with breaking limits?

‘Okay I understand, I love you.’ You replied sleepily as you burrowed your head into his neck, falling asleep in record time as Jason stayed awake a little longer as to make sure you were properly asleep before following suit, watching over you in the dream realm as he did the waking one.

[butlervibesonly]

heyyy girl, was wondering if you could please write a fic where austin and reader are married and reader maybe has to get surgery (any type) and its just all fluffy? tysm!

𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙 | Austin Butler

• Summary : Y/n and Austin Butler are Hollywood's beloved married couple. As they work on the movie together, there is a filming during which Y/n accidentally brakes her leg and is rushed to hospital.

• Pairing : Austin Butler x actress reader

• Warnings : hospital mentioned, surgery (not directly just mentions), broken leg etc.

• Note : Heeey anonymous reader! Thank you so much for this requests, I hope it's gonna be fluffy just as you wish!! And I also hope you don't mind I made the reader actress, it just suits me with the situation! ☺️ (PS. I found the gif on Tumblr, not sure where, but credits goes to owner! 🤍)

The day had started like any other on set, filled with the activity of the crew members adjusting lights, actors repeating their lines, and director shouting cues. You and Austin were working on a pivotal scene together, your chemistry lighting up the room — no wonders Hollywood loves both of you.

But one wrong step during a stunt had turned everything upside down. You're laying on a hospital bed, your leg in a temporary cast as the sharp ache pulsed with every slight movement Austin sits beside you, his hand gripping yours tightly, his eyes filled with worry he isn’t bothering to hide. Which you, of course, find so cute.

"I’m so sorry," you whispered, disappointed . "I ruined the scene, ruined the schedule—"

"Hey, stop that," he cuts in softly but firmly, squeezing your hand. "You didn’t ruin anything. Accidents happen, and none of this is your fault, okay?." Austin's free hand reached up to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face. "The only thing I care about right now is you."

You smile to his words. He always been protective, but seeing you in pain was something he clearly wasn’t prepared for. A nurse comes to your hospital room, bringing x-ray of your leg. "Mrs. Butler, according to the results of your x-ray, the fracture will need to be fixed in surgery."

You sigh because you knew this would be necessary. Austin squeezes your hand even more, raising his eyebrows. "But you don't have to worry about anything, it won't be a complex procedure, you'll be fine," the nurse smiles warmly.

Austin leans closer, his hand never leaving yours. "I’ll be right there with you through all of it. From the moment you go in until you wake up.” You smile and notice the nurse is also smiling. "Sorry to interrupt you, I just—” she says, her cheeks turns pinky rose.

"I'm a big fan of both of you and seeing you like this melts my heart. You truly have such a beautiful relationship together..." Austin smiles and so do you. "That's so sweet from, thank you." he says, sounding relieved a little.

As the nurse leaves you, you suddenly member all the work that you guys left behind. “You’re supposed to be filming,” you say weakly. "I love my job, but to hell with the movie now,” he replies, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. “There’s only one thing that matters, and that’s you, remember? The movie can wait. You can’t.”

The door opens again, and a doctor stepping in to let you know the surgery would begin soon. Austin stands up holding your hand as they prepare to wheel you to the operating room.

“I’m proud of you,” he says quietly, bending down to press another kiss to your temple. “You’re the strongest woman I know. And when this is all over, I’ll carry you around the set myself if I have to.”

You laugh softly, the tension breaking slightly. “You’re gonna regret saying that when I take you up on it.”

“Never,” Austin says, his eyes shining with. “I love you, and we’re going to get through this together."

As they wheel you away, his hand stays in yours until the very last moment, his gaze locked on you as if willing all his strength and love into you. And as the doors swings close behind you, you know you've never been more certain of his devotion.

"Mr. Butler, you can wait in the waiting room if needed." the same nurse tells him. He nods, smiling warmly at her. Austin sits down on the couch, and waits till he knows you're okay.

Later...

As you open your eyes, blinking few times, before realizing where you are, you feel a warm hand taking yours. Suddenly you recognize the view — and the hand holding you. "Wakey, wakey," a familiar voice says.

You turn your head, finding Austin. He smiles at you. "How are you feeling, love?" he asks. Even tho you look like the most tired person alive as a result of anesthesia, he looks at you as if you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. And surely to him you are.

"Like someone ran me over, otherwise fine." you joke, making him laugh. Austin looks much more calm now. "You're so brave," he kisses your cheek, brushing his fingers through your hair. "I was here the whole time, waiting for you."

You look at the window, seeing it's dark outside already. "W-what? How about the filming?"

"I texted the director that I will be with you. He understood and said we should take our time." he explains. You just smile and squeeze his hand. "You're incredible, Butler," you laugh softly. "What time is it anyways?"

"Something after 9 pm?" Austin asks, not sure what the exact time is. The only thing he knows is that he would do anything for you to be okay, and will be by your side as much as needed.

"I love you, Mr. Butler." you say, holding his hand tightly.

"Love ya, my Mrs. Butler."

[loganwritesprobably]

Chronic Pain

Content/Warnings: Crocodile/GN!Reader, pre-slash, Reader has chronic pain, Reader is a Buggy pirate

Notes: This is very self indulgent but hopefully people will enjoy

It was hard sometimes, life as a pirate. Even now that you were grounded, on land 90% of the time at Karai Bari, it was hard. The difference between being at sea and being on land was minimal when it came to you, you even still slept in a hammock.

You were a Buggy pirate at heart and you always would be, but since Crocodile had arrived you'd grown increasingly close. He'd decided you were the "least incompetent" amongst the crew and so when he needed a task to be completed that either couldn't be done by Daz or he'd be "wasted" on it, he sought you out to complete it instead. You didn't mind so much. Manual labour work had always been hard for you and while Buggy understood you did feel useless, and often that meant you overworked yourself and caused yourself more harm than necessary. Work for Crocodile was rarely of that nature.

Delivering letters, collecting the paper from the news coo, reading paperwork and contracts for him, confirming kills of marines, posting new bounties - they were less straining. But, some days there was nothing he needed you for, and so you'd default back to your Captain's side and do what he needed.

Yesterday had been like that. You'd found the crew working hard, asked where you needed, and you simply joined them. First was moving a new shipment from the docks to the big top, then was transporting some of the new shipment to different areas of the island, then erecting a new tent, then moving old and broken materials to another part of the island for disposal. It'd been a lot of heavy lifting and walking, which was awful for your joints, but you'd gotten on with the work despite the discomfort.

Today, you were in awful pain. You'd managed to make it to breakfast with a grimace on your face and a small limp, and the crew had been worried. You'd intended to ignore it, until Cabaji snitched on you to Buggy, who sent you back to bed to rest. He'd scolded you, but he'd done it gently and with concern. He struggled with pain too, and yet he never seemed to stop, so you'd called him a hypocrite under your breath before retreating to your hammock to take a nap. You'd been tired anyway.

You were woken again not even an hour later by Crocodile himself, who had apparently been looking for you to get some work done for him. Daz Bones was elsewhere, and so he'd had to find you personally.

"Sir?" You asked, rubbing a hand over your face with a yawn. You enjoyed the short few moments of bliss before your pain kicked in again.

"Why are you still sleeping?" He asked harshly, and you sat up slowly, brows furrowed as you concentrated on not falling while trying to ignore your pain.

"Sorry sir. Captain Buggy sent me back to bed this morning to rest, but I can be ready in ten minutes if I'm needed." You replied, ready to do whatever was needed. You liked Crocodile a lot, more than you probably should, you were only too happy to assist him.

"Why the hell would he do that?" Crocodile questioned with a sneer, looking you up and down as if scanning for injuries.

"I have chronic pain, sir. I overworked myself yesterday and woke this morning in more pain than usual. But, I'm prepared to work if you need me." You wanted to be honest, because you didn't doubt that Crocodile would be able to identify a lie immediately, but you also didn't want to lose his favour. Those quiet afternoons you spent together both doing paperwork had a special place in your heart. Crocodile regarded you for a long moment, considering his next steps. All you could do was sit and not wither under his gaze.

"I understand the feeling," he said after a moment, words clipped as if he didn't really want to be talking about it, "don't push yourself so hard. I'll speak with Buggy about having you work with me full time, doing less strenuous things." Crocodile nodded once he was done, mostly to himself, pleased with the course of action.

"Whatever you'd like, sir. I'm happy to help." You replied, and you were in fact only took happy to do what he'd suggested. You could see the way Crocodile chewed the inside of his cheek with uncertainty for a moment, a side effect of not having a cigar in his mouth, and then he shook his head and returned to himself.

"Yes, well. Rest today, captain's orders, I'll see you bright and early tomorrow." And then he turned and left before you could respond or argue.

You had a lot of mornings with Crocodile in your future, it would appear.

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[beastofburdenxo]

Consider It Done

Tommy kidnaps his biggest enemy's daughter as payback. But, things aren't always what they seem.

Allusions of violence, mention of abuse, no smut.

You woke up in what looked like a dreary basement. Your throat was dry, and your head felt funny. All you remember is just walking down the street and having a wet rag being shoved over your face from behind. Assuming that it was chloroform, because you were knocked out immediately after that.

You hear a door being opened and someone walking down the stairs. For some reason, you dash into a dark corner, thinking that it was going to save you. An oil lamp is turned on, illuminating the space and the man before you. "There you are love, glad to see you up and alert." A cigarette is lit. "Would you like a smoke?" You ignore the question altogether and respond with one of your own. "Who are you? Where am I?"

"My name is Thomas shelby Love, but you can call me Tommy. I hate meeting like this. It's nothing personal, really, just business. Your father owes me money and isn't taking me seriously, so I did what I had to do."

Your eyes bug out at this information. Of course, your asshole father has made another enemy. And the feared Tommy shelby, the devil of small heath, at that. "And you think taking me will loosen him up? He'd rather die than give up anything of his. To him, people are replaceable, money not so much. I'm sorry that you put in so much work to get me, but honestly, he's probably glad I'm out of his hair."

"Is that right? What a shame that is." Tommy draws off his cigarette. "Such a pretty thing, kidnapped and taken to the devil's mansion, thrown in a basement never to be seen again. Surely he loves you more than that, dear."

"The man killed all of my pets when I refused to marry one of his gross friends. He has burned my clothes before, locked me out of the house. Trust me, Tommy, he doesn't care. He has never liked me and I don't know why."

"You are like a wild horse that can't be broken, and your father can't stand it. You won't bend to his will like most and from where I'm standing, it's like you are his enemy and not his daughter. I'd take it as a compliment. If he liked you, that would mean that you two are similar. I have no desire to harm you, I'll behave if you do. Give it a couple of days, and if he doesn't budge, you are free to go. I'll even give you money for a ticket anywhere you want to go."

You think for a moment. "So you don't want to hurt me? You'd rather help me out?"

Tommy nods, "I see a lot of myself in you. In fact, you promise to be good, I'll let you out of here and into the house. Take it as a mini vacation, time to think. If your father does pay up, you'll still get that ticket out if you'd like. Regardless of what he does or doesn't do, it won't affect you."

You reach for a cigarette, and Tommy obliges. "I can't just leave my mom alone with his ass. He's mean to her too, Tommy. He needs to pay for his sins sooner rather than later."

Tommy chuckles, "You'd make one hell of a peaky blinder. Fiesty and headstrong. Are you looking for a new job, perhaps?"

"Tommy, I'm serious," you reply, "I'd say my mom would give anything for him to be gone. If you took care if it, you'd get your money and then some. It would have to be discreet of course."

"Kidnap victim asking her kidnapper to put a hit out on her own father? That's a new one for me, love. It does sound tempting, I will say. Never had much use for an abusive wife beater."

You stand up with a new sense of purpose. "Either you do it, or when I get out, l will do it myself!"

Tommy comes towards you like he's going to grab you, but he stops himself from touching you. "No, I can't have that. There's no need for an innocent to have blood on her hands. If you aren't successful, he will kill you, love. He won't think twice about it."

Tommy finally reaches out and gently stokes your face, "I don't want the fire to go out of your pretty eyes. Killing a man does that to a person, and you don't deserve that. If you want it done, consider it done. Consider yourself a partner in this and not a helpless victim. My only wish is that once this is all over, I can see you again. With permission, this time, of course. Let me do things the right way. Dinner?"

"Kidnapper asking his victim to dinner once she is released? That's a new one for me Tommy."

You take the cigarette from his mouth, since yours is long gone, and take a drag as if to think about it.

"Consider it done."

[byechristopher]

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I hate you, too [pt.2].

– CHRIS STURNIOLO SMUT & ANGST.

PART ONE.

Author's note: HI, I finally wrote it. I originally made a poll but, the answer was pretty clear so, here it is. It was requested, by the way! I'll reply to the message because I forgot to put it here, thanks for the request, dear. Side note, I was listening to Never Lose Me – Flo Mili (during the smut part, obvi). Do not copy/steal my work. :)

Warnings: filthy smut, super super long, didn't proofread, rough smut, car sex, angst. That's pretty much it. Minors dni. Thank you.

It's been a week since the party I attended, the one where I encountered him.

My mind has been consumed by reflections on that night, so much that I haven't been able to do anything else other than that, except for work. While I assume he might not have dwelled on it, I can't help but wonder if he thinks about me – about the way we touched, the way I looked at him when he prepared to leave. When I didn't want him to leave.

I shake my head, realizing I can't continue this self-inflicted struggle. Accepting the ongoing intimacy with my ex was challenging enough, let alone having feelings that linger inside me, still to this day. I almost gave in that day, when I saw something in his eyes, something that said he still cared about me – mending my dress, that sweet kiss, his declaration of hatred, a reminder of our past. That we once hated each other and that's why we weren't together anymore. Or so we thought.

Deciding that just sitting here, mopping around and feeling sorry for myself isn't going to help at all, I get up determined to go outside and have some fun. No house parties, no hosts, no Chris, no nothing.

My friends are already up for it (and I love them for it), because it only takes ten minutes for them to come over so we can get all dolled up together. It's a few minutes past midnight and we're finally ready (okay, we did have a few pre-drinks then and there), so we immediately call a cab. We reach our destination just a few minutes later and after greeting the girl that was at the entrance of the club, she lets us in and we get lost in the crowd.

You know how it goes; flashing lights everywhere, people kissing and drinking, almost pitch black all around. Looks like clubs aren't that different from house parties after all. A group of friends offers to buy us drinks, and who are we to say no (there's no way we're dancing with any of them, but it's fine) – we're already having the time of our lives, we're drinking, we look amazing, everything seems possible.

Except for the impossible.

Because there's no fucking way Chris happens to be in this same club; I completely lose the ground beneath my feet. I want to turn my back to him, I really do. But at the same time I want him to see me again. I want to see him again.

My friends notice where I'm looking and they know better than to say anything – so they just leave me be. Chris notices me as well and everything stops. Not again. I hope he doesn't come here but deep down I'm praying he does.

"Never had a bitch like me in your life.."

What is it with me, Chris and songs that we both used to like (and have sex while listening to them)? He's looking at me, and I can feel his intense gaze once again. As he drinks something, for a moment, I wish I could see this sight up close, look how his tongue touches the glass. Fucking hell.

Me and my girlfriends sway to the music, letting every beat ignite a playful dance between us. As we keep each other close, the music wraps around us, and for a moment I forget about him. Lost in the rhythm, we surrender to the dance, singing along.

He's here. Well fuck.

He grabs me by the waist and pulls me closer to him – I can't help but roll my eyes, turning around to look into his blue ones, holding my own drink close to me.

"How dare you interrupt my dance?" I yell in his ear so he can hear and he smiles.

"I stayed to watch you for a bit before I approached and interrupted your dance. You were just too irresistible, damn." as usual, he has a big smirk on his face and I just want to slap it off his face.

His arm stays on my waist and I can't find the strength to push it away – his hand roams around my naked back thanks to my dress, not that I'm complaining. He leans in to wrap his lips around my straw, tasting my drink while looking at me.

"Tastes much better with that lipstick you're wearing.." he teases and licks his lips, "..bet you love it even more when it's around my dick." his gaze darkens and my legs shake a little.

"What a shame you'll never see it on you ever again." I give him a sarcastic smile and push him gently with one hand.

"You sure about that?" his lips are touching my ear and again, I hate myself for letting him have such an effect on me.

"Yes. I don't like sharing my lipsticks." I raise a challenging eyebrow, indirectly asking him if he's been fucking anyone else besides me – because if that's the case, I feel like I will completely lose myself.

"Mhmm.. you're already thinking about other girls sucking my dick?" he tilts his head with an innocent-like look on his face, "..jealous about it?" his thumb rubs my bottom lip and his smile returns.

My blood is boiling to say the least, but I know him way better than to show that. So instead, I smile, "I don't have time to think about your dick, baby. Someone else makes sure I don't." take that.

No one. Absolutely no one can make me stop thinking about him in general but I had to say something. Otherwise I might just start crying.

Something shifts in his eyes and I internally high-five myself for achieving to make him jealous once again. He leaves. What? He literally just lets me go and goes back to where his friend group is, turns his back on me and everything. Well, shit.

I'm more than jealous but I want him way more than our egoistic bullshit; I'm shameless, I want him.

I move swiftly through the crowd, desperately trying to find him before i change my mind – and I do find him. He doesn't really expect to see me there but he does and he smiles. I quickly wrap my fingers around his wrist this time, dragging him with me like he did in that house party the previous week. Safely, I lead us out of the club, making sure to not answer any of his questions.

Once he realises that I'm not speaking to him until we reach the car, he stops talking and simply follows me. We finally get into the car and I start the engine.

"Do you realise how crazy that was?" he finally says, he really didn't expect me to just do that.

"I thought you liked crazy." I smirk this time and he huffs, licking his lips and leaning back against the passenger seat, making himself comfortable.

Once I make sure we're somewhere where no one will be able to see us, I immediately stop the car, lock it and I practically jump on him, straddling his thighs. His hands immediately grab my hips, his mouth hungry, searching for my lips and his eyes even hungrier.

"You drive me fucking crazy." he almost growls as he quickly rides up my dress, exposing the rest of my thighs and panties.

I undo his shirt with shaky fingers, leaving it on but making sure I have access to his naked body. I almost attack his skin with hungry kisses and love bites as he keeps himself occupied with my butt, kneading and smacking the skin every now and then.

I wrap my lips around his nipple and now my lipstick is long gone – his moans fill the car, fogging up the windows as I continue sucking on his sensitive nipple. He pushes my panties to the side from behind, his finger traveling from my ass to my pussy, rubbing the entrance and collecting all of the juices. I can't help but moan against his skin. With his free hand, he grabs a fistful of my hair, tugging at it to make my head fall back – with my neck now exposed, he finds the opportunity to attack it with his kisses and bites. In the meantime, I unbuckle his belt, moaning every time his teeth sink into my sensitive skin.

His finger keeps teasing my wet entrance, but his other hand finally lets go of my hair and I immediately lean in to kiss his lips hungrily. As I sit up as much as I can, I push his pants down with a bit of his help, doing the same with his boxers as I start rubbing his cock.

"You must be very loyal to that other guy, hm?" he chuckles and wraps his hand around my throat.

"Your other girlfriends haven't been able to satisfy you, it seems. You're about to cum already..." I click my tongue, completely avoiding what he said to me, "..either that, or you're still obsessed with me.." I whisper, grinding down on his dick as he keeps grabbing me by the throat, "do you think they'd like that?"

He chuckles, moaning as soon as he feels the warmth and the wetness of my pussy, "do you think your little bitch will like it when he sees the marks I left for him?" he whispers, tightening the grip around my throat.

I groan, realising my neck must be all bruised up already. This fucking asshole.

Grabbing his dick again, I lower myself down on it as we both moan in unison – he immediately hugs me, his warm fingers digging into the skin of my back as I start to finally move.

"Fucking hell.." he whispers, his face buried in my neck as his hands cup my ass cheeks, guiding me up and down on his cock.

"Fuck.. Chris.." I moan loudly, one hand around him and the other one pressing against the car window, leaving a mark behind.

"Baby.. like that.." he mutters and I can feel myself clenching around him as soon as he calls me that.

He takes my breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently and kissing them with every chance he gets. I can feel him throbbing and I know it is almost time.

He immediately licks his fingers and presses them on my clit, making me stop my movements and tremble, my eyes roll to the back of my head.

"Don't stop. Keep going." he orders and I do exactly that. My burning thighs don't make it easy, especially in his goddamn car, but I don't care. As soon as I start moving up and down his dick again, his fingers start moving.

"Chris.. Chris, please.." I moan, gasping every time he picks up the pace. My breasts bounce with every movement, both of my hands now are on his shoulders supporting myself as I feel myself getting closer and closer.

"I wanna feel it, cum on me." he moans and his touch on my clit becomes as gentle as it can, and that's when I lose it. Once I come down from my high, he pulls out and cums all over my belly, almost shouting my name as he squeezes his eyes shut and grips my hips so hard that I'm sure it'll leave bruises behind.

It takes a while for me to start breathing normal again – and at the same time, I was afraid of what was going to happen when all of this stopped. But for now, I am trying to live in the moment as much as I can; he holds me in his arms tightly, I can feel his heartbeat and his breath tickling my hair, and I can swear I feel his fingertips caressing my back, drawing invisible circles on the skin.

I almost want to cry as he holds me close, I am so overwhelmed with emotions I didn't know I still had in me, that my hands start shaking.

"There's no one else. Only you." I whisper against his shoulder, my cheek pressed against it.

He takes a moment to respond, but he eventually does, "no other lipsticks for me either. Only yours." he whispers back.

This is what happens all the time ever since we parted ways – I call him, we have sex. He sees me outside, we have sex. We are ruthless, merciless, ready to tear each other apart without thinking of the consequences. So when we're finished, and all the hatred and lust is gone, what's left is two vulnerable, broken hearts and a love for each other that once existed.

I don't know how to react at his words. I feel relieved but I also feel angry, I feel hurt. Everything all at once.

"Come on." he says and makes me lean back against the dashboard. He grabs some baby wipes he keeps in his car and starts cleaning up my belly, my thighs, everywhere. He cleans himself up as well and throws them away in the little bin inside the car. He fixes my panties and my dress as well (as much as he can).

He tries to make me get up, but I stay in place. He looks at me but I don't move an inch, "can I ask you something?" I muster up the courage to ask.

"What is it?" he sighs, he knows something heavy is coming.

"Why are you so cold all the time?" he furrows his eyebrows at my question, and he looks like he is about to say a million reasons why what I just asked was stupid, "..so cold, playing it cool all the time, as if nothing happened." I say and I almost regret it.

"Are you fucking serious? What did you expect? You broke up with me, yet you still wanna have sex with me. Do you want me to be all lovey-dovey with you?" he narrows his eyes and I bite the inside of my cheek.

He's correct – what did I really expect? I vividly recall the day I ended our relationship; he was devastated, it was like something shifted within us since then. I was devastated, too. But the decision to break up felt necessary and inevitable. Our hectic schedules kept us apart for days on end. And being the jealous toxic assholes that we both are, this never ended well; it drove me nuts, I had to end it. However, ending the relationship doesn't mean my love for him ceased; on the contrary, I'll never stop loving him. And as for the sex.. well, it's pretty self-explanatory; he's the only one who knows what I like and what I don't. His touch is the only thing I knew for years. And that was the only way I could be close to him. I might've regretted that decision. Might've.

"No. But I would at least expect you to be respectful towards me, we were together for so long." I look down at my trembling fingers, there's pain in my voice.

"Yeah, well, do you know what else would be respectful? You, owning up to the decision you fucking made for the both of us." he's staring into my eyes, "when you break up with someone, especially when you've been with them for a long ass time, you don't go back to them. No matter what the situation is. That's what's respectful. But can you handle that?"

I don't know what to say. And I hate the fact that he's right – I know I fucked up.

"I don't think I can handle that, no." I say truthfully, my voice feels small and now I feel small too, in front of him.

"Yeah, well, that's your fucking problem now." he leans back against the passenger seat and clears his throat.

"Why do you come back?" I whisper, fearing the answer.

"You said it yourself that day. It's the only way to have you at the moment. And I'm taking it." now there's pain in his voice, "but do you realise how toxic that is? That's draining us way more than our schedule did." he runs his fingers through his hair and looks out of the window.

"So what are we supposed to do?" I ask. I feel so dumb.

"As I said. Own up to your decision. I never wanted to break up with you, which is why I never did. You should be the one who stops any contact between us. Not me. If I could, I would, trust me on this one." there's an emptiness in his eyes that I can not quite comprehend what it means. It doesn't let me see through him like I usually do.

"Chris.. damn it, I can't." I whisper, tears fill up my eyes but he's not having any of it.

"No, fuck off. You're fucking selfish." he's getting angry now, the vein in his neck is popping out, hands turning into fists and his knuckles turning white.

Fuck. It seems like everything I say is wrong. I want to just scream and cry and run away.

"I am not selfish, Chris. I am stupid.." I can't stop the tears that fill up my eyes, "..I never wanted to end things with you, I promise. I thought that.. that was the only way for us to calm the fuck down.. we were jealous, and crazy, and toxic." I let my hands fall on his lap.

"And what we're doing now is not toxic? How do you think I feel coming back to you after you broke up with me, just so we can fuck and tell each other we hate each other?" his jaw is clenched and his eyes are turning lighter. He's about to cry.

"I am sorry, Chris. I cannot imagine that, no.. I just.. I made a mistake.. and I am deeply sorry. I am paying for it as well.. this whole time, I really thought you just didn't care.. otherwise I would've made a move way sooner." I explain as much as I can, I am fully crying now.

He's holding back as much as he can – he collects me in his arms for yet another comforting hug when he notices I practically can't breathe, "first of all, breathe for me, okay? I need you to be calm so we can solve this." he rubs my back soothingly and my heart almost jumps out of my chest, because that's exactly who I fell in love with. That's the Chris I knew.

He does make me calm down way faster than I thought. I wipe away my tears and collect a single tear that left his eye as well.

"I love you. I always will." I whisper, cupping his cheeks.

"You know I love you too." his voice is very low, "I cannot stop loving you."

"Do you want to try again?" I whisper timidly, "I will try my best to make you trust me again." I say and I mean it.

"Pretty girl.." he mumbles, grabbing my chin gently, caressing it, "..you better try your hardest, hm?" he whispers and I nod like a little kid, "I promise to make more time for us, we deserve it. You deserve it."

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[deadlyashesart]

Alastor's disappearance (Part 1)

Part 1 of a fanfiction I'm writing! There's not enough Rosie angst in this world so I have to do it myself. I've never written fanfiction before, by the way. Don't hurt me if it's bad LOL. I wanted to post this on AO3 but realized I didn't have an AO3 account and they said it might take me till April to get one and I don't wanna wait...

Based on a post I made yesterday.

Part 2

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It had been five months since Rosie had last seen her dear friend, Alastor. This wasn’t too out of the ordinary coming from the Radio Demon, but something deep in Rosie’s gut told her something was gravely wrong. Despite this, she had a colony filled with cannibals to feed, and couldn’t waste her time worrying about something as simple as a ‘gut feeling’.

Rosie sat at the front desk of Franklin and Rosie’s Emporium. It was a beautiful day—at least as beautiful as it got in Hell—and the emporium was packed. Rosie was aiding a customer, unaware her business partner was standing right behind her.

Franklin leaned in close. “Rosie, I believe you should step aside with me for a moment,” she whispered.

Rosie paused, turning her head slightly before bringing her attention back to the customer on the other side of the counter. “Mrs. Odette, I’m so sorry, but I must cut our consultation short. I insist you take my card and come back soon!” she said politely, handing the fellow cannibal her business card before waving a hand, gesturing for her to leave.

Rosie followed Franklin away from the crowd, every so often glancing back at the long line that waited for her return. “What is it, my dear? I’m quite busy.”

“It’s about Alastor. He’s gone missing,” Franklin answered abruptly. She spoke quietly as if exchanging top-secret information.

Rosie laughed, waving her hand dismissively. “Oh darling, don’t be so ridiculous!”

“I’m not! Everyone’s talking about it. He hasn’t been seen anywhere, and his radio show hasn’t been updated in weeks! You, of all people, should know how much he loves that show, he wouldn’t miss a day, at least without telling anyone!” Franklin went silent, and a thought crept into her head. “Oh, I wonder if he’s been killed..!”

Rosie’s eyebrows furrowed in worry. After a moment of thought, she spoke, “I’m sure he’s fine, darling.”

“I see… Very well then, I just wanted to let you know. I’m aware you two are very good friends.”

“Yes, and I’m certain he’s quite alright. He’s most likely just taking a break from the radio scene!” Rosie replied, knowing deep down that even she didn’t believe a word she was saying. “Besides, if he was killed, the murderer would’ve made a big show about taking down the mighty Radio Demon, would they not? As far as I know, that hasn’t happened yet!”

Franklin nodded softly. “You’re right, you’re right… If that had happened, we’d have something a lot worse to worry about.”

“Correct. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to attend to.” Rosie curtsied as a gesture of farewell before returning to the front desk of the emporium.

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Later that night, Rosie tossed and turned in her bed, unable to sleep. She couldn’t stop worrying about Alastor, just the thought of him brought an ache in her chest. After a while of fighting with her internal dialogue back and forth, she groaned in defeat. She sat up and reached for the small radio that was on her bedside table, a gift from Alastor to show his appreciation towards her. Her hands fiddled with the dials as she turned the frequency to Alastor’s radio show; There was nothing but static.

Rosie sighed, unsure why she thought that would work. He didn’t even broadcast this late at night. She was desperate. All she wanted to hear was her dear friend’s voice, so she could know he was alright, know if he was hurt, know if he was alive. She silently cursed Franklin’s name, frustrated with her putting the thought of Alastor’s death in her mind.

Rosie didn’t get any sleep that night. Or the next night, or the next.

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A few weeks passed, and she didn't get better. Franklin walked up to Rosie, handing her a cup of fresh coffee. “You look like hell, darling. Have you been getting any sleep?”

Rosie sat down on the couch, exhausted from her terrible sleep schedule. She took a huge sip of coffee, but that didn’t do much. “I’m fine, Franklin… I just… Would you mind taking the morning shift today?” She brought a hand to her head, feeling slightly lightheaded.

“Okay, I can do that! But you’re obviously not fine, dear. The bags under your eyes have gotten worse, this isn’t like you!”

Rosie’s eyes drifted toward the radio that was placed on the coffee table in front of her, and Franklin immediately connected the dots. “Oh, my dear, is this about Alastor’s disappearance?”

Rosie did not respond. Franklin sighed. She sat down next to her and slowly pulled her into a hug, and she could feel Rosie shiver as a lump caught in her throat.

“I don’t know where he could’ve gone… Maybe he is dead, Franklin,” Rosie mumbled, burying her face in her friend’s shoulder. “I don’t want to cry, I don't want to worry. He’d probably laugh if I did, but… Fuck, I miss him.”

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[slytherin-princess-x]

Slytherinmas day 7 – Mattheo riddle — more than friends?

A/n: sorry for missing 3 days, things have been pretty hectic

Warnings: kissing, swearing, grinding

MATTHEO’S POV:

There’s nothing I hate more than y/n…..okay fine, I hate the way she makes me feel. Her laugh, her hair, her perfume. Anything about this girl sends my brain into overtime, even the mention of something she likes gets me going to the point I have to walk away just to go find her. I’d drop anything for her even if she just wanted a drink. Hell I’d pour it for her. Fuck, what is she doing to me? I run my hands through my hair washing the sweat from it in the locker room, slytherin vs ravenclaw. It was an easy win honestly but I wasn’t in the right headspace for the match, whenever I looked up from the game she was there….in my jersey, watching me like no one else was playing. Obviously I’d send her a wink whenever I scored it was basically some sort of tradition we had, it was just a stupid joke to her but I meant every bit of romance behind it. I turn off the shower, I didn’t even realise everyone left, it was just me. Alone with my thoughts, that’s never good.

Y/N’S POV:

Slytherin vs ravenclaw. I love watching quidditch, especially when my house is playing and I get to wear matt’s jersey and have flirty winks sent at me whenever he scores,but, I know it’s only a joke to him. Merlin how much I wished we weren’t just friends. I’d do anything for that boy, even when someone mentions something he likes or his name in a conversation I can’t stop myself from wondering how he’s doing or sending him a quick text asking to maybe meet up later. Fuck, what is he doing to me? I’m in far too deep, he’ll only ever see me as a friend. I wait outside the locker room leaning on the wall messing around on my phone when the door swings open to a slightly wet haired Mattheo in joggers and a white T-shirt with his towel around his neck. I push myself off the wall leaning up to hug him; his hands settled on my waist moving lower then suddenly back up to my hips again

“Hey Matt, you played really well today”

“Thanks princess” he huffed onto the top of my head. I pulled away and noticed he looked really tense. I had often joked about needing a 'team masseuse', I felt a surge of brave determination. Why not actually give him a massage?

“You look like you could use a little TLC” I hum going to pick his gym bag off the ground for him

“You’re offering?” he replied, raising an eyebrow, making my heart race a little faster. He took his bag from me slinging it over his shoulder effortlessly.

MATTHEO’S POV:

I’m not really sure why I thought agreeing to a massage from the girl I fancy (my best friend) was a good idea but here I am, in her dorm with my shirt off lying on my stomach on her bed. She suddenly positioned herself on my back, careful to avoid my wings of muscle. Softly, she began to knead the tension from my shoulders. A low moan slipped from my lips. The warmth of her hands on my body sent a rush of thrill through me. I could feel the tightness in my muscles slowly relaxing under her gentle touch, and I became increasingly aware of how close we were, her knees pressing into either side of me.

As she worked, I sensed a subtle change in the atmosphere. My breathing deepened, and I could feel the warmth radiating from her body. Her bedding beneath us was cool, contrasting sharply with the heat building in my joggers. Merlin I can’t do this anymore, she rocked on my lower back as she repositioned herself to reach a new spot on my shoulder and I swear to salazar I heard a groan slip from her lips.

NO ONES POV:

Then, there comes a point when the intimacy of the moment shifts. He feels a rush of heat coursing through him, and before he can entertain the thought of restraint, he flips you over, reversing your positions in a heartbeat.Suddenly, he's leaning over you, breath mingling with yours, the intensity in his dark eyes revealing the deeper feelings that have lingered beneath the surface. Your hearts race as Mattheo leans down and captures your lips in a hungry kiss, igniting a fire that’s long been brewing between you two.As their lips meet, it's soft at first, a tentative exploration, but quickly morphs into something far more passionate. He deepens the kiss, tilting his head slightly to gain better access, his hands finding your waist and pulling you closer. The world around you fades; all that matters is the electricity crackling between your bodies.Your fingers tangle in his dark hair, urging him closer, and with a subtle shift of your hips, you feel the undeniable effect you have on him. The kiss turns fervent, driven by the need that had built up over time. His lips move against yours with urgency, parting slightly to catch your breath, only to rush back together, as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away.You can feel the heat radiating from him, his body pressed against yours in an intoxicating meld. Mattheo pulls back just a moment, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation, but instead finds your trust and enthusiasm reflected there. That single glimmer encourages him; he dives back in, kisses growing deeper, more desperate, as if trying to absorb the moment, the thrill of connection. In a sultry rhythm, Mattheo starts grinding against you, his movements slow and deliberate. He teases, building the tension as you feel the weight of him pressing down, sending waves of exhilaration coursing through your body. Your hands wander, exploring the sharp lines of his jaw and the tousled locks of his hair, pulling him closer as you lose yourself in the moment.You can’t help but arch your back, craving more as a soft gasp escapes your lips. Mattheo locks eyes with you, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he feels the heat between you intensify. He leans down, brushing his lips against your neck, whispering sweet nothings about how he wants to be more than friends that send shivers down your spine.

[crystal-sn0w]

into spring 🪷

**18+ !!!!!

**chapter three

**lord please forgive me for my sins, this one is a bit longer tehe

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"Seokjin... I-..." You wanted to have a good explanation for him as to why you'd just been caught making out with someone you barely knew in the corridor of a bar on his birthday - but nothing would come out. You didn't have one. None of this made any particular sense to you.

"Let's go. I want to talk". He replied curtly at you. You'd never seen him like this. His jaw clenched and he worked hard not to avert his eyes from you. A few seconds later he turned and walked back down the corridor, taking long strides to fetch both of your jackets.

"I-... yes, of course... I'm coming". Shame, regret and guilt all started to bubble up inside of you. Your stomach lurched. What the hell had you done? You turned to follow Seokjin. Tears pricked against your eyes. As you made the first move away, Yoongi grabbed your hand to stop you.

"Y/N... are you really going to leave? Who even is that guy?" his voice was soft, but still laced a tinge of jealousy.

"I have to. He's my best friend. I shouldn't have done this. I don't know what I was thinking".

The tears welled even more and finally spilled from your lashes onto your cheeks. The situation had sobered you momentarily. Disgusted in yourself, you just wanted to leave and make it up to Seokjin. Guilt twisted your stomach into knots, creating a violent wave of anxiety that lapped against your throat. "I'm sorry Yoongi. I have to go".

He refused to let go of your hand. "Please..." you whimpered, "I have to fix this". You forced yourself to meet his eyes, and as you did he reached up to gently wipe the tears from your cheek.

"I want to see you again..." He slipped a business card into your palm and closed your fingers around it. "Please..." his eye contact unwavering.

You couldn't think of any words to say, but nodded and left. You hurried down the corridor to find Seokjin settling the tab at the bar, holding your jacket in his arm. He let out a brief sigh when he saw you approaching, handed you your jacket and strode out of the bar to the sidewalk.

"I can explain". The words practically burst out of you as you let the bar door slam behind you. "Well... no, I can't actually... I don't understand it myself Nini. Maybe it's because I'm drunk, or maybe I'm just a whore... I don't know... I'm sorry". This was not your finest apology. You rolled your eyes at yourself with frustration and sighed.

"You're not a whore Y/N... but this isn't like you. Who was that guy? Do you not realise why I asked you out tonight?" Seokjin replied, tension thick in his voice. He ran his hand through his hair and paced along the pavement.

"Well... because it's your birthday... and you wanted to go to that restaurant... and..."

"My god Y/N... are you really that oblivious? Isn't it obvious that I have been falling for you?!" His voice louder now.

"I..." You stumbled. You didn't know what to say.

"Why can't you answer me? Did you really not know?"

"I-... I'd considered that, maybe... but I shut it down. I didn't think it would be a possibility... I mean, look at me... and look at you. And you never made a move, never once made me think that I was anything more than a friend to you... We've been out for dinner before, we've drank together, we've been to karaoke, cooking, coffee... there's been so many chances for you to tell me. But you said nothing... you did nothing. I-..... Seokjin, I'm so confused".

Your head was spinning. The cold winter air, the wine, Seokjin's confession, the passionate moment with Yoongi... everything started to hit you.

"I think I'm going to throw up". You mumbled.

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You wake the next day still dizzy. Nausea continuing to lap at your throat. You lay for a while, thinking about the night before. You thought about Seokjin's confession. Yes, you’d been entertaining the idea in your head most of the week, encouraged by the wine induced giddiness of the previous Girls' Night. But after seeing Yoongi again, you couldn't deny it. You didn't feel the intensity for Seokjin that you ought to... especially if you were going to risk your friendship.

'This doesn't make sense' you thought to yourself. 'I feel so happy in his company, he knows me so well, he's been so supportive... he's beautiful... but why don't I feel it'.

Your mind flashed back to Yoongi. The man you knew nothing about. The moment you shared in the bar replayed in your mind. His hands in your hair. His breath hot on yours. Your heart immediately started to flutter, your skin prickled with goosebumps whilst your cheeks bloomed pink. You felt a familiar ache emanating from between your thighs. 'This. Doesn't. Make. Sense' you groaned, covering your face with your hands.

You reached for your phone to send a text to the group chat. You needed your girls to help you figure this out.

As you were typing out your message, your phone buzzed. A notification from Seokjin. "Can you open the door? I'm outside".

You slipped out of bed and padded barefoot across the floor to open the door to your apartment, still in your sleepwear. Head down, you silently motioned for Seokjin to come in. As soon as you closed the door and turned to face him, he wrapped you in his arms. Hungover, ashamed and so worried you'd lost your friend, the feeling of being enclosed in his warm embrace brought you to tears.

"Hey.... come on now. There's no need for waterworks, I already had to deal with you kissing someone else and then nearly throwing up on me last night" He chuckled, his chin resting atop your head.

"Don't you hate me? I feel like the biggest ass" You sniffed.

Seokjin grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back, bending forward so he was eye level with you. "Y/N... I could never hate you... you did act like an ass, I'll give you that. Not your finest moment". He smiled at you, then made his way to your sofa.

"I thought inviting you out for dinner was a bit of hint... about my feelings... but clearly not" He sighed as he sat down, his long thigh crossing over the other. He seemed a lot less shy around you today.

"So. Tell me who that guy was. I'd like to know who I'm up against... if I even have a chance. You still haven’t answered me”.

You crossed over the room to sit next to him, tail still between your legs. You hugged your knees to your chest and took a deep breath.

"I met him at my studio... where I do ceramics. He was there one day, and we met briefly... I... don't know much about him yet". You felt strange telling him this, considering his straightforward admittance of his feelings about you.

"I seriously didn't expect this Nini... I don't really know what to say... but I am sorry for doing that last night."

"Can you tell me you've never thought about me in that way? After all the time we have spent together..."

You sat for a moment... considering what to say. There would always be a glimmer of hope in you that your best friend could become more. But you couldn't deny that Yoongi had an effect on you that you hadn't experienced before.

You braved yourself to look Seokjin in the eyes.

"Nini... I have thought about it. I think it's only natural that I did. But..." You noticed his smile fade slightly. You swallowed down the guilt and risk of regret for what you were about to do. "But... I just don't want to risk our friendship. You've really been there for me the past few months... and what if it didn't work out? I'm sorry... I just don't think I feel the same way".

You sat for a few moments in silence. Your eyes searched his face to try and get a sense of what he was thinking.

At last, he sighed and reached out to take your hand. In one swift move, you were back being crushed in his arms. His broad shoulders allowing his arms to wrap fully around you and press you to his chest. His face nuzzled into your hair as he sighed again before letting you go.

"I understand. I had to give it a shot... right?" He nodded, as though just to reassure himself. He smiled gently at you, his eyes shining slightly. “Now how about a coffee to make up for stamping on my heart?” He teased.

“Seokjin, that’s not funny!” You whined but were grateful at his lightheartedness and attempts to move past the awkwardness of the situation.

After your coffees, Seokjin left your apartment, promising that you that he would be fine, for you to not worry and a reassurance that he would always be there for you. You didn't understand how he could be so forgiving, and as you pushed the door closed you hoped you hadn't made the wrong choice.

You spent the remainder of the day relaying the entire sequence of events to Sophie and Sam over FaceTime. They demanded every single detail and squealed like never before when you told them about Yoongi.

That night you dreamt about him again. Visions of his hands on your skin. His mouth leaving dainty bruises in a line under your breast and along your ribs. His tongue eliciting pure ecstasy below your waist. His lips, his hands, his tongue, his lips, his...

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You gave it a few days before retrieving the business card from the pocket of your leather trousers.

At first you weren't sure if you were actually going to pursue it. The spark you continued to feel for him was alien to you. Your only explanation was biology. Pheromones. It had to be. The doubting voice in your head tried hard to convince you that if you reached out, it would end in a one night stand and you’d feel humiliated and used. He oozed a confidence of someone who picked up girls regularly, having flings and then disappearing. What if you’d given up a chance of a committed, caring relationship with someone as sensitive as Seokjin only to be left high and dry?

But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop thinking about him. Each memory of him was laced with the intoxicating scent of him. He'd told you he'd been thinking of you too. You daydreamed about the way his eyes drank you in once you’d gotten closer. The tender first kiss he’d planted on your lips. His voice, soft and pleading. Both times you’d touched, electricity had fizzed under your skin. Whether you were just so touch-starved, or you actually believed that there was more to Yoongi than met the eye, you finally gave in and asked to meet.

Within seconds of sending the text, he replied. You'd tried hard to organise a day-time date on Saturday but he'd managed to push it later and later, blaming his schedule. You were set to meet at 9pm in a restaurant downtown.

The sensible side of you scolded you in advance, about not getting drunk and being led by your hormones before getting to know at least one piece of information about this man. If he turned out to be someone who seemed bad for you, you’d be able to fake an excuse and leave.

The next three days went by at an excruciatingly slow pace. Your shifts felt like they lasted hours longer than usual, and each night your brain tortured you with fantasies.

When Saturday arrived your body was buzzing with nerves and anticipation. You dressed carefully, choosing a tight black roll neck top that you could tuck into the same leather trousers you wore last week. You figured it was a safe bet, it made you look chic whilst being covered up, aware that Yoongi's eyes had lingered on your chest last week. Noticing the rogue piece of lace from your bra that peeked out of the low cut shirt you wore. You wanted him to be attracted to you, but you also wanted him to know that you weren't just in this for a physical connection. You wanted something real. You perfected your make up with a thin cat eye and a pale plum lipstick before heading to the restaurant.

Yoongi was already seated waiting for you. He’d ordered a bottle of red wine, his slender fingers twiddling with the stem of the wine glass on the table. You stood for a moment observing him before you approached. It was no surprise that yet again he took your breath away. His hair was neater this time. He wore a white shirt tucked into black dress pants. A silver hoop hung from each ear lobe. His lips, perfectly pink set in a slight pout as he daydreamed.

You took a deep breath to steady yourself. Focusing on your mission of trying to actually get to know him, and not be steered away by the sexual tension that rapidly filled the room each time you met.

"You're here" he looked up as you walked towards the table. His lips curled into a small smirk.

"I'm here..."

"How did everything go the other night? The guy you were with looked pretty angry... though I guess I would be too if the girl I was on a date with was hooking up with some other guy down the hall" he let out a laugh.

"It's sorted. I, er, I didn't realise it was a date... at the time. We're close friends, but uh, yeah he wasn't too pleased" You shifted in your seat, slightly uncomfortable at the forwardness of the conversation. You broke your promise to yourself almost immediately by reaching out to have a sip of wine to calm your nerves.

He leaned forwards to clink his glass with your own, matching the confident persona of your previous meetings.

"I presume the fact you're here with me, means you turned him down?" He raised an eyebrow at you before taking a sip of his wine. His tongue swiping across his lips to remove the residue.

"I wanted to actually get to know you... a little more, before anything happened... again"

The intensity of his stare was getting to you. You'd never been this upfront before, and typically your dates were with shyer boys where the flirting was weaved subtly into conversation.

"Well, seeing as we are in the middle of a restaurant, I'd say this is a safe place to get to know me more without the risk of me kissing you again... as long as we both stay at the table".

Another sip of wine. He was really testing you.

You cleared your throat. Your cheeks grew hotter. The wine and Yoongi's bravado were getting to you. You cursed yourself for being so easily intoxicated.

"Okay. This is what I want to know. What do you do for work? Why were you at the arts college that day and never since? Why did you follow me to the bathroom at the bar last week?"

Yoongi nodded and let out a small laugh, continuing to sip at his drink as you reeled off your mini interview questions.

"Sure. Work can tell you a lot about someone I guess... I'm a musician, but I tend to do a little more producing and mentoring these days. I've always liked the idea of being someone who could guide others, and be there for them to encourage them to chase their dreams. I didn't get a lot of that when I was younger."

His voice softened slightly as he spoke. You started to wonder if the initial arrogance was who he really was...

"I was at the college because I was interested in branching out and learning a new skill... I like to keep busy... and I like to make things, it clears my head. I hadn't been back there because it was a one-off class. Though, I'd debated going back to try and find you..."

You swallowed. Taking in the information, trying to dissect what it meant about him... you recognised there were so many similarities. How was this possible? There was so much in what he was saying that sounded like you. It caught you off guard.

Frustratingly, even with the seriousness of how he was answering your interrogation, your eyes couldn't help but stare at his lips as he spoke. How he pouted, flicked his tongue and bit his lip between sentences. You hated yourself for how needy you were for him. You were getting what you wanted... information - yet the entire time you were imagining being fucked by him.

"...and I followed you that night because... like I said, I'd been thinking about you since that day we met in your studio..."

His voice became slower and softer now. He took longer pause, clearly thinking how to word it...

"I'm sure you think I am probably just saying whatever it is that I think you want to hear... whatever I think will work to let me take you home but, I'm not. I know you feel that spark between us too. I mean if you didn't, then it would have been strange to kiss me back that night, and for you to be here now... I meant it when I said there was something about you, Y/N. I want to know more too".

The change in Yoongi's tone snapped you out of your fantasy somewhat. Though the familiar doubting thoughts reappeared, the same ones that have creeped in any time a man has admitted an interest in you. By some miracle, this man found you attractive... but also thought you were worth knowing more... how could you possibly believe him? What if he realised you were boring if you let him in? What if he found your glass-half-empty view of the world tiresome and contrary? By letting him in, you'd be leaving yourself open to the possibility of heartbreak.

He waited patiently for your response. His fingers running along his bottom lip. His warm, deep eyes intently searching your face.

Your mind ran through the endless pep talks from your friends over the last few months. To stop doubting. To take a chance at happiness when you see one. To see everything as a possibility of something good, instead of something that would bring pain.

You drained the last of the wine from your glass and met Yoongi's eyes.

"Good answers" you smirked.

"Thank you for letting me know more. I'm not someone who trusts easily, and I... really didn't want to regret what I did last week for it to end up being nothing".

"Even if tonight hadn't gone to plan, I don't think I could bring myself to regret making a move last week..." he murmured, his tongue flicking once again behind his perfectly straight teeth. He reached across the table and took your hand in his.

"You can take your time letting me in to the deeper parts of you, if that's what you'd like" he continued... his thumb grazing against your skin, sending tiny sparks of electricity shooting up your arm into your chest. You couldn't help but wonder if he had also noticed the double entendre of his words.

"I think I'm willing to let you in"

You tried hard to suppress the smirk that was fighting against your lips. The wine was helping your boldness, but still not enough to prevent you from cringing at yourself.

The night progressed with you starting to share small pieces of yourself with Yoongi. You told him about working in the book shop, and about why you took up ceramics, but you decided to hold back the deeper truth about giving up on your dream - for now anyway. The conversation flicked between deeper moments of connection, talking about your mutual interest in psychology and music - but the more you drank, the conversation became more light hearted, flirty and teasing. His eyes became heavier, drinking you in and his tongue made more appearances between his lips. It drove you crazy.

It had been a while since you'd slept with anyone, so the past few weeks had felt like the most drawn out form of foreplay you'd ever experienced. Actually managing to sit down and talk with Yoongi tonight filled your anticipation to the brim. Overflowing with desire, and realising he might actually be perfect for you, you silently prayed for a signal from him that he might try and take you home with him tonight.

As though he could read your mind, he signalled for the check. His fingers had interlocked with yours during the course of the night and he gently pulled you to lean closer to him across the table.

"How about a night cap?"

You swallowed and nodded. Eyes locked on his. Your body reacted immediately, your breathing more heavy. Your clenched your thighs together momentarily, trying to subdue the pulsing heat forming there. Your body yearned for his touch.

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You'd feigned interest in going to a whiskey bar for your final drink of the night, not wanting to appear too willing to jump straight into bed with him. However, in the back of the taxi, Yoongi's hand had rested on your thigh. His large palm gripped your leg, his fingers slowly kneading the sensitive skin inches from your aching core.

Your breath hitched and your mouth opened slightly to allow more air in. The fabric of your underwear grew damper by the second. Yoongi noticed you squirm slightly in your seat. His eyes flicked to your face and caught you biting down on your lip trying to gain some self control. He leaned forward and gave the driver new directions, all the while his hand creeped slightly higher up your leg.

Once at his apartment, he led you to the front door and unlocked it, entering first and closing the door once you were inside.

"I hope you don't mind the change of plans?" He murmured. His eyes seemed darker than usual as he titled his head at you, smirking slightly.

"Not at all" You gulped. Your chest heaving with desire. "Now... can you stop looking at me and fucking do something?" Your patience was at its end.

Before you could fully finish, Yoongi closed the space between you, hands immediately in your hair as his lips smashed into yours.

The kiss was urgent, messy and deeply intoxicating. His tongue broke your lips and searched for your own. His hands trailed down your neck, onto your shoulders and down towards your waist. Soft moans, thick with lust escaped your lips. He grabbed the waistband of your trousers and started walking you backwards towards the sofa.

"Can I show you what I've been thinking about..." he whispered between kisses, voice like velvet.

"Please".

His eyes lit up at your neediness. His hands swiftly removed your shirt, pulling it over your head. Moving your hair out your eyes, you caught him eyeing your breasts hungrily. His fingers played with the delicate strap of your bra. Tongue prodding at his cheek as he noticed your nipples showing behind the lace.

Drunk on him and the way he appeared to appreciate your body, your hands reached behind your back to undo the clasp. Lace fell to the ground as you kicked off your shoes. As you looked down you noticed the bulge in his pants had grown, straining against the fabric.

"Do I have to ask again?" You whispered, trying to gain his attention back from your tits.

"Nuh-uh" he grunted. His hands made quick work of undoing your trousers, he guided you to lie on the sofa before pulling your trousers and panties down simultaneously. You were thankful for the liquid confidence as you now realised you were lay completely naked, exposed to him whilst he kneeled fully dressed in front of you.

He moved to lean over you, kissing you deeply once before slowly moving down your body. His hands roamed down your chest, brushing over your nipples and squeezing at your breasts. His mouth littered your body with kisses, varying in intensity. His teeth grazed at your skin, as he sucked and bit at the tender skin of your breasts. Tiny whimpers continued to escape your lips, your skin prickling under his touch. He continued to work his way down towards your core. His hands gripped your thighs and pushed them upwards, opening you up to him even more. He peppered your lower stomach with kisses, teasing you to the point of insanity.

"Yoongi. Please."

Your voice brimmed with desperation. You couldn't hold it together much longer. Your hands reached down and wove themselves into the strands of his jet black hair. You pushed his hair back so you could see his face, just briefly. He looked up at you, eyes fixated as he finally placed his mouth to your sweet spot.

His tongue lapped slowly along your warmth, before gradually gaining speed. You gasped with delight, melting into him and allowing yourself to ride his tongue towards your high. Your eyes closed, and your back arched whilst he payed close attention to your clit. You shuddered, moaning his name as your dream had manifested into reality. He placed one of your legs on the back of the sofa to keep you open for him as he worked. Bringing his free hand down, he slipped two fingers inside you. A small whimper burst out of you as the additional pressure pushed you closer and closer towards ecstasy.

"Cum for me" he moaned, increasing the speed and intensity of his movements. Commanding you in every way. Tongue and fingers working in perfect sync. Your juices dripping down his hand and onto the leather sofa.

Your body vibrated and trembled as you reached your high. Back arching more as your resolve shattered into a million fragments. His name fell from your lips in a chant as you rode the wave of your orgasm, his lips still sucking and kissing your core, drinking you in.

When he finally drew back, his lips were curled into a smirk. Pleased with his work, he leaned forward and placed his thumb onto your bottom lip, holding your mouth slightly open.

"I think that was something along the lines of what I've been thinking of the past few weeks, hm?" His voice practically a purr.

He pushed his thumb into your mouth as your kiss bitten lips wrapped around it. You sucked slowly on his thumb, flicking your tongue slightly indicating you were willing to return the favour. You held his gaze steady despite your body still shivering in the aftermath of what he had just done to you.

Your hands reached up to undo his shirt, and as you tore at the buttons, he undid his trousers and slid them down, finally matching your nakedness. You pushed the white shirt away from his shoulders, exposing his deceptively built back. The muscles of his arms accented by the low lighting in the apartment.

You sat yourself up on the sofa, helping Yoongi to undress fully in between hungry kisses to his lips, neck and chest. You pushed him back and began to make your own way down his body. Tenderly placing kisses down his abdomen onto his hips and waistline. Your lips hovering over the line of hair that led down from his navel.

You took him in your hand, already rock hard for you. Your thumb circled on the tip, spreading the wetness that had gathered there before lowering your mouth onto him. His cock twitched as it made contact with the warmth of your tongue. You worked him slowly, looking up at him siren-eyed whilst your hand and mouth teased his length.

Deep moans broke free from his lips, his hand placed gently on the back of your head, guiding himself to hit the back of your throat. Your tongue swirled on him, savouring his taste.

After a few moments more, he stopped you.

"If you carry on like that, I'm gonna cum and I really don't want to wait until later to enjoy you more" he panted.

He reached down and pulled you back towards him, kissing you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue. He guided you both to stand up, all the while still kissing you. His teeth pulling at your bottom lip, hands on the small of your back. You allow yourself to be directed towards his bedroom.

Before you reach the bed, he turned you to face away from him. You felt his cock pressed against your ass. He collected your hair in his hand and moved it to one side, before placing his tongue and lips onto the side of your neck. He moved you forward and leant you over the bed, his hands guiding your hips in line with himself. He leaves you there briefly whilst he grabbed a condom from the bedside drawer and rolled it down his length.

"You ready?" he asked as he leaned over to place a small kiss in between the dimples of your lower back. You make a noise of approval and he started to inch himself inside of you. You gasp and moan at the feeling of him finally being inside. Your arms reach forward on the bed, stretching yourself out, opening up to him more.

You gripped the sheets to steady yourself, taking small fists of fabric as he started to move more vigorously inside. His hands were placed firmly on your hips, guiding your body on his cock in a sweetly intoxicating rhythm. The apartment was silent other than the sound of your breathing, perfectly in sync, heavy and littered with moans of pleasure.

"I want you to cum" You managed to utter, turning your head to the side, in between gasps and thrusts.

Yoongi's eyebrows were knitted together, sweat forming on his forehead and neck. He was biting at his lip as he pounded into you. You were close to reaching your high a second time, and wanted to experience it together. At your command, he threw his head back and pushed harder into you until he reached his climax.

You collapse in a heap on the bed after riding your joint orgasm, panting and shivering - allowing the trembles of pleasure to slowly come to an end. Yoongi lay slightly on top of you, still inside. Gingerly, he removed his length from your warmth and removed the condom whilst kissing the back of your neck.

You shuffled to lie on your back and met his gaze. Your swollen lips and eyes heavy with contentment, Yoongi leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your mouth before wrapping you in the bedsheets. You both murmur to each other for a few moments before dropping off to sleep.

Waking up in his bed was something you had hoped would happen when you left for the date last night, but hadn't felt guaranteed. You felt Yoongi shuffle closer to you as he sensed you waking up. You lay with your back to him, still naked and half wrapped in the white bed sheets. On the table next to you lay a glass of water and a peeled tangerine.

"Good morning" He purred, delicately placing warm kisses across the constellations of moles on your back.

A smile played at the edges of your lips.

"Good morning, darling". The pet name added on as a slight tease.

You turned to face him and were greeted with a big, gummy smile. A small laugh escaped you before lurching forward to kiss him. Your hands wrapped around his neck as you pulled him closer.

"What?!" He giggled, confusion crossing his face as you pecked at him with kisses.

Your eyes glistened as you looked at his face. His hair was fluffy, eyes still bleary with sleep and the gummy smile still lingered on his mouth.

"There's just something about you" You breathed.

[countrymusiclover]

41 - We're World's Apart

Part 42

The Last Velaryon

Tag list @rise-my-angel @cdragons @kmc1989 @starkleila @1not-today-satan1 @rheanyraaaa

Two months later

“Would you shut up that dang infants crying. I can’t concentrate!” Walder yelled at me while he was getting dressed and I laid in his bed naked underneath the covers.

Staring up at the cold ceiling I couldn’t bear to look at the elderly man. I could feel him in my body even though he had just finished having his way with me like he has since I had given birth. “Yes, my Lord husband.” I whimpered, sitting upright with the pillows behind me.

“I’ll be back later tonight.” Lord Frey coughed, opening the door and leaving the room. That was the moment I forced myself out of the bed no matter how much it physically hurt me.

Tossing away the furs I rolled out of the bed thinking that I could stand up but my knees gave out and I fell down onto the stone floor. The baby that was laying in the crib in the corner of the room. “Ssshh baby. Momma is here.” Throwing my nightgown on, I winced when the fabric touched my legs. Picking up the baby girl in my arms all I could see was a mini Robb. I had named her one of the names that we had talked about even though Walder Frey made me declare she was a bastard and not a Stark. “It’s alright, Cadenza.”

Someone knocked on the chamber door making me cross the room and answer the door. “I do not want visitors, Violet.” I grumbled under my breath holding my baby closer to my chest.

“I’m sorry, my lady. But Lord Walder has ordered me to help you bathe before he returns from his meetings.” Violet, one of my ladies, entered the room beginning to pour in some hot water and grab a towel waiting for me to come over to her. Sitting my baby daughter back down in the crib going over to the girl and dropping my night gown to the cold floor.

Keeping my back facing her I heard a gasp escape from her lips. “What’s wrong, Violet?’

“Forgive me, my lady. But are you aware of these marks on your body?”

I simply replied. “I am.”

“Oh” She paused, biting her lip before speaking again. “Would you like me to inform Lord Walder that someone is doing this to you?”

Shaking my head I blinked away some tears, wishing that Robb would come rescue me. “Don’t tell his lordship. He's - he's the one that's been doing this to me.”

“By the gods.” Violet gasped, bringing a hand to her mouth when I glanced over my shoulder at her. “Why would you allow Lord Frey to rape you - defile your body so harshly this way.”

Climbing into the bath with her aid I shifted so I was looking at her directly before we stopped our conversation. “I let him because it's to protect my family, House Stark. He may call my daughter a bastard but she is really the true born daughter of Robb Stark. No matter how much Walder Frey may break me, i will not let him hurt the people I love. Now if you would, please help me with my bath.” Violet parted her lips, picking up a bar of soup and getting some on her heels before working it into my messy white hair not saying another word.

“You are a lot braver than most women who are forced to marry men like our lord, my lady.”

She poured some water over my hair resicing out the product that she had put into moments ago. “Call me Haelesa.”

“Excuse me?” She questioned, not sure that she heard me correctly.

Meeting her gaze I gave her a weak smile. “I'd like you to call me by my name, Haelesa. Not my lady. My name is Haelesa.”

“Why am I given such an honor?” Violet made a face.

Placing my hand over her free one I released a long breath I was holding in. “If I'm going to survive this cruel fate for the rest of my life. I want to have someone to talk through all this stuff with. Unless you'd rather I not put my burden on your shoulders.”

“I wouldn't want to go through this alone either.” Violet squeezed my hand in hers. “I'll help you, Haelesa.”

“Thank you, Violet.” Nodding my head I could only imagine the type of hell my husband was in back on the other side of the Twins Crossing. Regardless of how much we missed each other the word didn't appear to want us to be together.

Chezney’s pov

Entering the tent I found Tyrion in a long discussion with our newfound King in the North. Crossing the room the thick air in the room could likely be cut with a knife if you attempted to do so. Everyone knew that the young wolf was now lost in which quest to follow next. The original goal was to free his father who was now dead. Then his motivation changed to freeing the North from the rule of the South.

Unfortunately now though he was torn between his desire to save his lady wife, my best friend from Lord Frey or keep pushing on and rescue her after we took King's Landing. “How is everything going?” I questioned my lover who was sitting in the corner with a glass of wine eyeing our wolf king.

Robb had his back facing them with his hands pressing harshly on the table. “I've lost her - I lost her, Chezney.” He muttered to me where I stepped around the table so I could see his face. His once bright blue eyes were now dark as night and there were bags from lack of sleep underneath them. He certainly wasn't looking like his old self.

“She made the choice to sacrifice herself so that we could live. We couldn't have stopped her if we wanted to, you know that.”

He shook his head grumbling under his breath. “I should have seen it coming. The Lannister did. Why couldn't I have seen Walder wanting to murder us all.” He pointed his index finger at Tyrion who was still sitting behind him.

“Take no offense to my words, your grace. But I have been playing this game longer than you have. It was harder for you to see something like that coming straight for you.”

Slumping my shoulders I tilted my head back for a moment in deep thought. “Robb, what do you want us to do next? Are we continuing our fight to King's Landing or going back North?”

“We’re not doing either of those things.”

Tyrion and I turned our heads in his direction taken back by what he had just told us out into the air. “What?”

“When I gathered my lords together we had a mission, a purpose. Now we’re like a band of bickering children.” Robb ran his fingers through his messy curls, intensely looking at me and the dwarf who was now his adviser. “I know they can see that I am not the man or King I was before my wife gave her life over to Walder Frey. We can’t face the Lannisters until we get her back.”

“Why can’t we go back North to get an army set up. We still have the small Velaryon army riding with us and I’m sure we can convince House Tully to follow your mission.” Tyrion spoke up, sitting his empty wine cup down while I sat down in a chair I had pulled up beside him.

Robb responded back with a stern tone. “I refuse to ride North until I know the Northern houses are free from South rule. When we ride home I want to ensure that my men never have to leave their homes and their families ever again.”

“She had the baby. My daughter had her baby!” The tent flap got thrown open revealing Lord Velaryon to the three. In his hands he held a scroll that he handed over to the wolf king.

Robb gently took the paper in his hands recognizing the handwriting that could only be from his wife. “Dear father, I asked one of Walder Frey’s handmaidens to write up a letter for me and pose it as it was to her own father. Walder Frey has forbidden me to send letters out to anyone. But I had to tell you and my loving husband that I gave birth to a baby girl. She may be named a bastard but she is yours. She and I will always be yours, now and always Robb.”

“Robb, are you alright?” Softly asking my friend I couldn’t help but weakly smile at the thought of a mini Haelesa and Robb running around a castle.

He wiped away some tears gently clutching the letter in his freehand. “I have a daughter. She - we have a little girl.”

“We’re getting my daughter and now my granddaughter back right, my king?” Lord Velaryon asked the younger man standing in front of him, while Tyrion and I got to our feet and waited for our Northern king to give us our next orders.

Robb stood up straighter and Grey Wind got up off the ground standing by his owner. “We’re going to get my family back, remove Cersei from power and never let the North be ruled by anyone but ourselves.” Robb’s features hardened looking at all of us, from then on we wouldn’t back down from a fight until our whole family was home.

[migosis]

One story, six prompts (erik killmonger x reader short)

i came out of retirement and challenged myself using prompts from @eye-raq's post here.

Synopsis: Erik is getting serious with a girl who is scared to love him b/c of past trauma. What happens when he breaks her trust?

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You were in the kitchen preparing a snack before you sat down to watch television. The distraction of being entertained by drama that wasn’t yours was exactly what you needed this evening. Even though this was your second time watching Insecure, you still couldn’t decide if you were Team Issa or Team Molly. Your phone chimed, notifying you there was motion detected on your front door step and moments later you heard a few knocks. You scoffed once you saw the footage of Erik waiting impatiently, checking to see if there was a key under a planter nearby. You barely cracked the door open before walking back in the house towards the kitchen. You heard him smack his lips, but you were genuinely unconcerned in the moment about his frustration. He was hot on your tail following you into the kitchen where you faced away from him and continued cutting your pineapple.

“I don’t like being hung up on, that’s some grimy shit.” He declared.

“Unfortunately for you Erik, I dont really give a fuck about what you like right now. I told you I wanted space so I’m not sure why you’re here.”

“Y/n, that was 4 days ago. I'm tired of this, all you do is shut down. It would be one thing if you actually moved on, but you're still mad about the same shit four days later. Like where does that leave me?"

"I don't know." You said nonchalantly. 

"See this what the fuck I be talking about. Is this a relationship or not?"

"Erik, I don't know what you want from me.”

"I want you to stop fucking running and talk to me so we can get past this. I want more than this, I’m tired of playing games."

"I don't want to get past it. I just want to be heard. And clearly you couldn't do that so I hung up."

"Babe, I heard you. I told you I was sorry and I even understood where you was coming from. I told you how I could’ve handled it better, but why am I the only one that has to be accountable? You went thru my phone and found something you shouldn't have been looking for in the first place. Why you can't admit that? Why you can't admit that you didn't trust me in the first place?"

"Erik, stop. I really don't wanna do this." Here you were trying to stave off the immense emotion you felt in that moment. You could place it, but your chest was tight, palms hot, and you used the back of your hand to stave off tears that threatened to fall. 

Erik's chest ached when he heard your voice crack. He hated to see you cry, and even more for him to be at the source of it. He was truly apprehensive in trying to soothe you. He knew you were asking for space, but who else was going to do the work of soothing you and earning your trust back. In a group chat, his friends commented on y/n’s “standoff-ish” demeanor and implying that she was insecure in her looks and suggested that he could do better. Y/n’s heart sank when Erik did not defend her, but only replied insisting they mind their business and making several jokes about their failed relationships. 

He stepped closer from behind. He placed his hand over yours gently, prying the knife out of her and sitting it down.

"Listen y/n, this love shit is scary as hell but I'm willing to accept it. Are you?"

Love? You questioned internally, had he meant to say that. It felt unreal, but not unreal enough for you to deny it. When you thought about how Erik treated you, you could tell he loved you. And even though you had labeled the relationship you and him had kindled everything else under the sun it was only in this moment you realized what you two had cultivated was love. 

Even despite this realization, some wounded part in you needed to push back. "Erik, I don't think you know what you're saying." You shook your head. You could feel his hands around your waist now, making you tense up. But when he rested his head on your shoulder, you began to breathe again. If you could so casually let him in, it also meant that letting him go wouldn’t be so easy. You needed to make a fight, construct walls, not allow yourself to get used to his love because the love you were used to was unstable, unreliable, and unsafe. In reality Erik had been the opposite of all of those things to you, so this was the moment you understood the problem all along was not that you needed to let him in like he’d been pleading for. You needed to let you out. This solitary confinement was making your love for Erik complicated. It was making his love for you hard, while it could be so easy. His love truly swept you up and held you tight. It was hard to breathe his air, but with all of these realizations flooding your mind, you know you could not keep suffocating yourself with burdens of the past or concerns of the future.

His lips found your neck and he promptly turned you around to face him. Gently, he brushed away the tears that spilled down your cheeks.

"You know how I feel about you, it's already apparent. Please don’t cry baby."

He kissed you again and your hand grabbed onto the front of his shirt holding him there. You pulled him deeper into your mouth. Tasting him again felt amazing and the way his hands grazed your hips made you want him in other ways. You hummed into his mouth out of pure impulse. When you pulled away, you turned leaning over the counter and pressed your backside into him. You grinded against him, tempting him to palm your ass. His hand continued up your back, grabbing you up against his chest by your ponytail. She quickly went to untie the elastic on her pajama shorts and pull them down but Erik's hand stopped her. 

"Wait."

"What?" She questioned as he stepped back from her painstakingly slow.

"Erik c’mooon." She whined at him. Once she actually looked back at him, she could see the pensive look he had on his face which made her fill with concern.

"Sex isn't going to make this go away.”

"I know that, Erik." She nearly rolled her eyes, but she was trying her best to be earnest.

"I want you to talk to someone baby.”

Off rip, you were immediately embarrassed at the thought of him telling you that you needed some type of help. 

“I’m not ready for that yet.”

“Well you’re not talking to me and I’m trying to stay together, so am I worthy enough to change your mind?”

“Can you be flexible? How about we talk to someone?”

“Couples therapy? I never thought I’d need that corny ass shit.” He muttered the last part quietly. “But I love you and I know you do too, so you’re really gonna have to convince me otherwise.”

It was hard to bring yourself to say those words so you simply stated. "I do." He smirked and lifted you on the counter. He looked you over and told you how much he missed you. He kissed you, his tongue delving into your mouth. You held his scruffy jaw, beckoning him closer to you. You barely flinched when his hand crept around your neck, and finally found home grasping your chest.

"I thought you said no sex." You said breathlessly.

"That was before, now I'm about to make love to you."

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Delirium

(snz content, big sads, suggestive themes)

Vox was sitting at home on the couch, sighing as he eyed the clock hitting just 10 pm. It wasn't like Val to be later than him when it came to work. He wondered what could've taken the moth so long to be doing so. Hearing the door open he perks up and glances over with a big smile.

"Hey there you are babe, I was starting to wo-", he stops mid sentence and raises an eyebrow, getting a closer look at the moth's appearance.

Val had one of the most exhausted looks on his face, slightly flushed with a bit of red on it. Val pulled himself together and gave a smirk, waving at him as he chuckled. "Miss me amorcito~? Dont worry, I'm here and I couldn't be more queer~" he says as he walks over to the couch and sits by Vox, his arm immediately rubbing the tv demon's chest.

"Val- are you okay? You seem kinda off there. And where the hell where you?! I was getting worried sick!"

"Awwww did Papi miss me~ I missed Papi too~ Why don't we....have a little fun here~?" Val suggested as he has hus hand run along over Vox's crotch and grins. Vox couldn't help but blush and look at him with a cocky smirk.

"Well, I suppose that could be one way to make it up to me here~ Go ahead then baby, Papi is waiting~"

Val didn't hesitate as he starts taking Vox's shirt off for him. "Hell yeah....I was thinking that we could start with the first round here...in the bedroom we get the nice ropes room the kitchen and...and...", Val stopped in his sentence and sat up, itching at his face.

Vox raised an eyebrow at his lover and blinks. "Val, you good there?" Val simply gave a nod as he tried to respond.

"Yeah- fine- ju-just need to-", he fans his face a bit before turning away from Vox. "Heh-HEH'Chuuuu! Hit'CHUUU!", he gives a sniff as he groans and rubs his nose. "Ugh sorry about that-"

"Bless you", Vox replies as he finally notices the irritation on Val's nose, indicating he had having troubles all day. "Val, are you sure you're okay? You're not looking too hot there hon..."

The porn overlord shook his head and immediately got into a series position on top. "Oh PLEASE I'm just fine here Voxie- I'm always gonna be hot for you here~" he leans in close to Vox's neck and starts nibbling on it gently, Vox melting into the pleasure, and whispers. "I'm gonna make sure you're left screaming for me to-tonight-"

Val feels his nose itching again as his breath hitched. "Fucking- hold thst thought-" He says as he quickly pulls away and brings his elbow up just in time. "HEH'shUU! HIT'Skuuuu!"

"Bless you- Val baby..." Vox reaches up and gently takes his cheeks, cupping them in his hands and eyes widening to feel how warm they were before feeling his forehead. "Jesus christ Val! You're burning up! That's a fever over 101, easily. I'm surprised you could walk straight-", he gives a slight sigh as Val chuckles.

"I used to be an actor baby, I can pull myself together when I need to~" he says in slightly flirtatious tone, his voice going more onto the side of delirium as his fever took over more. Vox shook his head unamused. "Val, baby. You should've told me you were sick. Now here, you stay right there, I'm gonna get you something more comfortable to wear okay?" Val looked away and simply nodded as Vox got up and went to the bedroom, changing into a quick tank top and shark pajama bottoms and grabbing Val his silk pajamas, walking back to the living room.

"Here we go, I gotcha your comfy pair of-" he stops when he hears sniffling and raises an eyebrow. "Jesus- sounds like your nose is all stuffed up. Don't worry I'll have Kitty bring some-" his eyes widened as he looked towards the couch.

The poor moth demon had curled up on the corner of the couch, wings around him like a blanket as he bit his lip, crying silent tears while sniffling. Immediately the TV overlord sat by him and gently put his arms around his shoulders. "Baby baby hey...what's the matter? Why are you crying...? Does something hurt?"

Val shook his head as his hugged his knees and hid his face. "N-No...well yes but...that's not..."

Vox looked at him worried as he hushed him softly and stroked his fluff gently. "Ssshh baby it's okay, talk to me. What's wrong...?" Val then looked up at him, tears streaming down his cheeks and face still red from rhe fever. "I-I'm sorry....I just wanted to be sexy for you. I know you're growing bored of me. I know it. Just admit it!!!!"

Vox's eyes widened as he stared at Val in shock as he shook his head and gently cupped his cheeks. "Val baby no no no, that's not true at all. Why would you think that...?"

Val sniffles loudly as he starts to sob. "B-Because you're always watching HIM, Alastor, on those damn cameras!!!! You hardly watch me anymore, am I just not good enough?!" He shouts as he pulls out of Vox's grip, Vox attempting to open his mouth to speak the moth demon interrupts. "N-No shut up! I know it's teh....true..."

His breath hitches as he fans his face a bit. "F-Fuck...EK'SHIEEEEEW! ECHieeeEW! Ugh..." He sniffles again feeling his nose run. Vox gives him a soft look at reaches out again, gently stroking his cheek, feeling Val's tempature rise again. "Bless you, sweetheart I know you're upset but you're fever is rising and we gotta getcha a tissue okay? Here, change into those and I'll get you some tissues and a blanket, okay...?"

Val looks away and gives a compliant sniffle, nodding as he gets up and starts changing, Vox quickly going to grab the moth what he needed, he comes back rather quickly, relieved to see Val had changed like he needed to.

Sitting besides him he wraps Val in the blanket anr strokes his head. "Val....I love you baby, and I'm sorry if I've been making you feel neglected. I promise you'll always be more important to me than anything...", he reassures as he grabs a couple tissues and hands them to his husband. "Here, blow your nose okay?"

Val simply nods as he sniffles, taking the tissues and giving a deep blow from his nose to empty his sinuses. "You'll watch me on the cameras...? Promise...?" He asks as he rubs his teary eyes, Vox taking over as he cups his cheeks and dries them with his thumbs.

"Baby...I already do. Wanna see?" He gives a smirk as he points at the tv, revealing footage from the last couple days, watching Val work in all of his glory. "You know- I probably should've taken the hint when you walked off camera every single time you itched your nose-"

Val watches in shock and gives a chuckle. "I didn't wanna have you see me sick. It's not very sexy after all." He smirks as he snuggles closer, running a hand over Vox's crotch. "Papiiiiiii, are you sure you don't wanna have fun? It's not too late~" Val gives a laugh that would've sounded drunk without the knowledge of his fever.

Blushing hard Vox gently takes hold of his lover's shoulders and shakes his head. "Baby- I love you, but you are waaaaay out of it. I wouldn't suggest it okay?"

Val whines loudly. "But I wanna fuuuuck and be sexyyyyyy. It's not fair!" He puffs cheeks looking at him. "How can other people look so sexy with a cold! And then there's....there's...me. Heh...heh..." Feeling the sneeze come on he shakes his head and groans.

"Fucking...h-hate this- heh- HIP'shuuuu! Ip'SHIEEEEW!" the sick moth's hands scan the area for a tissue, Vox quickly pressing one into his palm that he holds to his nose. "ACHIIEEEEW!!! ESHIIIIIEWWW!!! ET'CHIIEEEEEW!!!! Ugh..." Vox couldn't help but feel the need to laugh at Val's adorable behavior.

"Oh baby- bless you. Salud- I think that's how you say it. Fuck I suck at Spanish." Val looked away blushing a bit as he wipes his nose with the soaked tissue and whines. "See? Not sexy at all." Vox shook his head and grabbed him a couple fresh ones handing then over. "Please. You could never NOT be sexy to me. Or adorable or beautiful, or anything really. That much I can promise you." When he sees Val rejecting his offer he gently pulls his face into his direction and gives the soft smile.

"My beautiful princess, I'm always gonna love you ya know." Val blushed even more as he stares at the light of Vox's screen, giving the tv demon a chance to gently wipe his nose with a tissue.

"There we go, now let's lay down, okay?" He says softly as he pulls Val closer, pulling the blanket over the two of the as he let's the moth rest his head on his chest. The moth slowly closes his eyes.

"Mmm....Voxie..."

"Yes baby?"

"I love you....so..." suddenly Val buries his face into Vox's chest. "....EK'shieeeeu! Mm....excuse me..." Vox blinks as he hears the squeaky sneeze into his shirt and sighs giving a chuckle. "Bless you....silly boy"

[otissbluebearshirt]

Closing Time - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ] 18+

Summary: Leaving your phone at Molly’s leads to a surprising turn of events

Word Count: 2129

Warnings: female!reader, strong language, smut -[ dirty talk, roughness, hair pulling, teasing, dominating behaviour ]

A/N: I’m not very experienced with writing smut so I’m sorry if this sucks! also sorry if it’s long i sometimes can’t stop myself when it comes to details

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You didn’t want to have to return to Molly’s after you left, not when you knew it was Otis’s turn to close up. You two had never really gotten along since you joined fifty-one, you always seemed to know just how to push each other's buttons which usually led to someone getting pissed and storming off.

It’s not like you joined fifty-one looking to get yourself an enemy, it just happened that one day the two of you got into a rather heated argument, about something that you couldn’t even remember now, and from that day forth, whenever you both found yourselves alone together, it never usually went as smooth as you might have hoped.

You would never say it out loud but sometimes, when things got so heated between the two of you, it kind of turned you on. Let’s face it, Otis was an attractive guy and you always did have a thing for moustaches but when he got so passionate, so angry that you thought his jaw might snap in half, you couldn’t deny that you secretly wanted him to bend you over the table and focus all that rage on something a lot more pleasurable than arguing.

And it was for that reason that you weren’t overly excited about going back to Molly’s after closing, especially after the dream you’d had about Otis last night… One that may have been a little bit not safe for work. But you had no choice, you’d left your phone in the bar somewhere and it’s not like you could wait until tomorrow night to get it back. So you just had to suck it up and deal with it.

It would take five minutes tops to find your phone, you could manage to be around him for that long with doing something you’d regret later. Maybe… You weren’t exactly known for doing what you were supposed to as most of the time you went completely off course. A bit like tonight. Only tonight… You went way, way off course.

“We’re closed.” Otis’s voice sent a chill down your spine as you stepped into the warmth of Molly’s, your eyes taking a second to adjust to the lights that still twinkled brightly across the ceiling. The door shut behind you as Otis turned, his face falling when he saw it was you and you could have swore you saw him roll his eyes. “Oh, it’s just you.”

“And how lovely it is to see you too, Otis.” You replied sarcastically, rolling your own eyes before you began to scan each surface of the bar for the phone you now hated as it made you have to come and see him again so soon.

“What do you want, Y/N?” Otis sighed, throwing his rag atop the bar as he folded his arms across his chest.

“Relax, I just left my phone here… I’ll be out of your hair in no time.” You told him, your tone as annoyed as he seemed to look as he watched you search for your phone. You couldn’t help but glimpse at him out of the corner of your eye, watching as his own gaze trailed up your bare legs and traced the curve of waist before landing on your chest, where it lingered for a lot longer than you’d have expected, his tongue running subtly over his bottom lip before his eyes finally landed on yours.

You raised your eyebrow, your hand landing on your hip as you cocked your head a little, finding amusement in the way he seemed to flush with embarrassment having been caught staring at you. Hell, he’d practically undressed you with his eyes and by the way his jeans strained a little over the cock you’d so frequently thought about, it appeared as though he liked what he’d imagined.

No matter how much he wanted to deny that he hadn’t been staring at you, Otis knew he’d been caught and there was no way he’d get himself out of this one.

“Like what you see?” You teased, biting gently at your lip as he scoffed softly to himself, his gaze shifting as he turned his head away from you, unable to see the way your attention moved downwards as you undressed him with your eyes. And just like Otis, you very much liked what you saw.

“You wish, Y/N.” He breathed out, shaking his head at your brazen attitude before he grabbed his rag and continued to wipe down the bar top, ignoring the feeling he currently felt below his belt.

“Oh, baby.” You chuckled, his shoulders stiffening of the mere tone of your velvety smooth voice mixed with that of a pet name. You tiptoed closer to him, your body pressing firmly against his back before you leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Screw you, Y/N.” He spat out, turning against you and pushing you lightly away from him. His nostrils flared clearly at the way you laughed, your fingers running through your hair before you trailed them down your neck and across your chest.

You wouldn’t deny that you enjoyed teasing him, especially when it got a rise like this from him. One that showed if you kept it up then he’d have no choice but to punish you for it.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” You teased, leaning your elbows back against the table behind you as you purposely pushed your chest a little further out. Your little game seemed to work as the second you did so, Otis’s eyes shot down to the low cut top which clung tightly to your body, emphasising your curves in all the right ways.

Otis gulped rather harshly, his heart hammering furiously beneath his chest over the way you were acting. The flirting, the teasing. The way you so clearly wanted him to stare at your chest, which with one as hot as yours, how could he not? He’d always had a slight underlining crush on you, despite how often you seemed to be at each other's throats. And if you kept this up, then he could not be held liable for what happened next.

“Tell me, Brian...” You said flirtatiously, his name rolling off your tongue in a way that had him sweating beneath his shirt. You pushed off the table, ending up so close to him he could feel your breath puff out across his lips as you spoke. “How many times have you thought about fucking me?”

That was it. That had done it. The darkness you saw flash across his eyes as he threw his rag aside lit a fire inside you, one that extended all the way down to between your legs. An equally hot fire ignited within Otis as his arm slinked around your waist pulling you firmly against his body, certain parts of which you could feel more clearly than others as they twitched at your touch.

“Too damn many.” He breathed out before his lips crashed against yours in a way that was not at all gentle. In fact, it was a lot rougher than you would have thought he had in him as he all but devoured you. As he tasted every single flavour present on your tongue with his own.

His free hand worked its way up the curve of your spine, spreading goosebumps across your entire body. His fingers began to thread through your hair, gripping it with enough strength that it balanced between pain and pleasure, making you hum softly into his mouth, something you could tell he liked as it only made him that more vigorous in kissing you.

Another quiet hum escaped your lips as Otis spun you both around, pushing you up against the bar that he’d thought about fucking on you plenty of times. His knee parted your legs, settling gently between them as you lowered yourself down a little, desperate to feel a little friction against your pussy which had never throbbed harder.

Your lungs soon began to beg for air and as much as you wanted to keep going, you knew you had to pull back before you suffocated. You leaned your forehead against his, taking deep, ragged breaths to try and get some oxygen back into your burning lungs. Only, Otis didn’t seem too pleased that you had stopped, or that you’d decided to use his forehead to lean against as the second your sweaty skin touched his, he pulled your head back by your hair.

“You know…” He exhaled, clearly as out of breath as you were but trying to hide it a little more. He brought his other hand up, trailing his knuckle down the front of your throat which he could feel move beneath his touch as you swallowed. “…You’ve been a real pain in my ass ever since you joined fifty-one.”

“Oh yeah?” You replied, voice a little strained as he yanked, semi-gently at your hair, making you grind against his knee from how turned on you were getting. You never expected him to be as in control as he was appearing but it’s safe to say that you’d never found him more attractive than you did right now. “Why don’t you punish me for it?”

Letting go of your hair with enough force that he threw your head back with it, Otis grabbed you by the waist, flipping you round and pinning you to the bar. Your hands came to rest upon the newly cleaned surface as he pressed the entire length of his body against you, allowing you to feel just how hard he was for you.

You could feel the groan that rattled up his chest as you pushed out your ass, moaning softly at the mere firmness of him against you. His fingers brushed your hair aside as he began to place fiery kisses along the back of your neck, his fingers trailing down over your hips until they reached the hem of your skirt, which he pulled up with so much strength you were surprised he didn’t rip it.

“You want me to punish you?” He whispered into your ear, his teeth sinking gently into the lobe which had you swear under your breath. His hand slid around your throat, forcing your head back against his shoulder after you failed to answer him. “I said… Do you want me to punish you?”

“I want you to punish me…” You panted, barely able to think let alone speak over just how badly you wanted him. “Want you to punish me real good, baby.” You added, satisfying him enough that he let go of your neck and placed a soft kiss where his fingers had dug a little hard into your flesh.

He began to slowly trail his tongue up over your skin, edging closer to your ear, where he placed what you could only have described as a loving kiss below before he whispered into it.

“If I go too far… Just tell me and I’ll stop.” You nodded your head, barely even speaking the word ‘okay’ as you were struggling to breath over how hot you felt right now. But it was enough of a response that allowed him to keep going and when his palm slid over your clothed pussy, fingertips teasing the throbbing nub beneath your panties, it’s safe to say you almost fell to your knees.

As you steadied yourself against the bar, surprised you had come already from the mere dominating side Otis seemed to have, you relished in the feeling of his fingers on your skin as they gripped the waistband of your panties. His knuckles brushed along your outer legs as he dragged the soaked material down, surprised to see just how wet you were because of him.

He almost couldn’t wait to feel you around his fingers. Around his cock. To feel how you felt when you so tightly clenched around him as he brought you to the very height of your pleasure. And it appeared as though you couldn’t wait either as he was fairly certain he’d just heard what sounded like a beg coming from your lips.

“What was that, sweetheart? I didn’t quite catch that.” He said smugly, making you bite your tongue over the idea of having to beg him to fuck you. But at this point you were all but desperate and you couldn’t give two fucks about your reputation.

“Please… Please fuck me, Brian.” You whined out throwing your head back against his shoulder as his arms wrapped around your front, his hands working their way up your t-shirt to slowly caress the hardened buds of your breasts.

“Well, I suppose… Since you asked so nicely.”

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[sweetmage]

WIP Wednesday!!

I wanted to write something angst with Vik and V, so how about them having a fight in the sun ending? 🥲

The boys are fighting!!! 😬

[Tw for arguing and both of them barely restraining themselves from fist fighting each other😅]

He left the tube where it was, knowing it was only a matter of moments before Vik forced some food on him. As expected, Vik went and got a bottle of formula from the fridge, drew it up in the last syringe, and looked at V expectantly. "You know the routine."

"Can't I wait until later?" V complained.

"No, you can't. C'mon."

"Just let me do it," he said, all but snatching the syringe away from Vik and fumbling to set it up.

"Easy, easy..." Vik soothed, reaching out to help steady the shaking hands.

"Just leave it," V said, pulling away. He was beyond tired of this. "Can take care of myself."

"I've yet to see that be true," Vik replied, voice low. "V, let me help."

"You're not helping!" V shouted, surprising even himself. "Not some fucking charity case!"

"Who said you were? No one's treating you that way."

"Really? Then what do you call this? Feeding me, drugging me. Whats next, wiping my ass? Think this is a good time?"

"V, no. It's not a good time. But it'd be a helluva lot better if you stopped with the whole lone wolf shit and let someone help you."

"Don't wanna be your fuckin' patient in my own goddamn house. Walk in here, don't even ask how I'm doing, just start asking all your doctor questions, giving out meds. It's not what I wanted when I said you could come over."

"Take care of yourself better then!" Vik shot back. "Coulda had all this done and over with by now, but no, you gotta make every little thing into a fight. Don't want me taking care of you? Fine. Do it yourself and I won't have to. It's that simple."

"Sorry for wanting my input to act like my fucking input," V muttered.

"You think I ask all those questions for shits n' giggles?" Vik said. "Because lemme tell you, you're about the most stubborn patient I've ever had to work with. Anyone else I'd have referred out. So when I ask if your throat's working, I'm not just making smalltalk. I care about you, idiot. That so hard to get your skull around?"

If he'd meant that to to be reassuring or heartwarming it was neither. "Great. I'm so fucked up not even my ripperdoc can stand to work with me."

"When the hell did I say that?" Vik demanded, throwing up his hands in frustration. "Don't put your made up bullshit on me."

"Didn't need to say it. Heard you loud 'n clear."

"And that's how you wanna twist my words?" Vik sighed. "Fine, V. I've done all I need to. You wanna sulk and feel sorry for yourself and push everyone away, knock yourself out. You know my number if you need me."

He wasn't sure where all this anger had suddenly appeared from but it was there, bubbling hot in his chest, making him clench his hands so tightly they shook. Without thought he launched the still full syringe at Vik, narrowly missing the back of his head and hitting the wall behind him.

When Vik turned, he'd never seen that expression on him before—a mixture of hurt, confusion, and a furiously burning rage. Biting the inside of his lip and drawing a shaky breath through his teeth he raised a shaking hand like he planned to say something, do something, but some semblance of sanity must have stopped him and he just turned again with a shake of his head.

"Just stay the fuck away from me. Done with this crap," V spat.

"Gladly. Don't bother to call until you can act your age." Jamming his finger into the elevator button he added, in a voice more scathing than it had ever been, "For a fucking legend of the streets, you really don't know shit, kid."

"Go to hell!"

"The hell d'you think I'm in, genius?" Vik snarled, whipping around to glare him down, that same barely-restrained rage bound up in his tight jaw and clenched fists. At last, the elevator door dinged and opened. Vik slammed the door button, disappearing into the dark of the descending carriage.

"Fucking asshole!" V shouted at the door.

[manestjerne]

Let me save you pt. IV

Juice Ortiz x female

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: toxic relationship, abuse, blood, injuries, mentions of crimes, angst

A/N: Maybe it’s a little too much, but I really felt like it, promise the other parts will be more calm and fluffy, still hope you enjoy🥰

It’s been a few days now, and not much has changed. He still wasn’t talking to me about things he should, but I knew it was only a matter of time. But at least we talked a lot, about everything except the important things, but it’s okay. If he wasn’t here we were texting and it made me feel more safe.

I got up late, enjoying my day off, when I got an unexpected call. It was from St. Thomas, one of the hospitals I applied to. They wanted me to come for an interview and I could actually go there the same day, since I wasn’t at work, so I took a quick shower, did my makeup and put a jacket on to cover the tattoos on my arms. At least for the interview. I really wanted to get this job and the phone call was promising. I sat in my car, feeling like I wasn’t there for ages. Sound of the engine starting warmed my heart a little. I was still stressed, but nothing bad can happen, the worst thing is them not hiring me, but that’s not the end of the world. Driving 30 miles and obeying all the rules was pretty boring, so I decided to step on the gas harder. I knew well why I stopped doing that, but still, it can’t get any worse now, can it?

The lady interviewing me was much nicer than I expected and at the end she said I can get started next week. After that she was talking about some papers I’ll need to sign, but I couldn’t focus on that. The only thing in my head was who should I call first. My shitty boss, telling him I won’t stand behind his shitty bar ever again, or Juice. That one won’t be so easy, me moving from Lodi might make our situation worse. Leaving the room and going down the hall I was staring at my phone, wondering what should I tell him first. New job, moving out? I stared at my phone and stopped rapidly before tripping over some man. He stopped too, so I looked at him. Pretty tall, black beard and hair with silver accents, two long scars by his mouth, imitating a wide smile. But that was not what I was looking at, his cutte was hella familiar.

- Holy shit - I said before thinking of anything else

- Hi - he laughed - can I help you?

- Uh-huh. I have a quick question.

- Go on then - his smile was warm

- Is “Redwood Original” the name of your charter? - I pointed at his patch, which I saw way too many times, but on a different guy

- Ya. Why? - I liked his accent

- And what are you doing here?

- What do you mean by “here”? - his laugh was a bit comforting looking at the weirdness of the situation - The hospital?

- No, what are you doing in Charming?

- Well, darlin’ I live here.

- You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!

- I’m actually not, but can you tell me what’s wrong?

- Nothing’s wrong. Could you tell Juice I said hi?

- Juice? - I heard confusion in his voice

- Yeah… - he kinda put me off guard

- Oh no, don’t get me wrong. We just didn’t know he had a lady.

- We’re just friends, nothing serious - I said nervously and he smirked

- Hey, Chibs! - I heard a man yelling from the other side of the hall - No time for chicks now, we have to go.

- Shit, sorry. So what’s your name again?

- Y/n - I realised I didn’t introduce myself - thanks Chibs.

- Anything - he said walking away

Problem solved. I dialled my bosses number when I heard Chibs saying

- Ay, Tiggy. You knew Juice got himself a girl?

- No shit, finally - the other man replied with a laugh

That’s gonna be fun.

My ride back home was way quicker than it should, but I didn’t care, still happy about my new job. I sat at the balcony with my laptop and started to look through the houses for sale in Charming, after a few minutes I heard a motorcycle pulling up. A moment later I heard a familiar knock on my door, so ran there to unlock it. Juice came in without even asking.

- The hell were you doing in Charming? - I flinched at him throwing his hands in the air and saying it a bit louder than necessary

- I got a new job…. - I replied taking a step back

He must’ve seen my reaction and realised it’s because of him, staring at the floor now.

- But why didn’t you tell me you applied to St. Thomas?

- You never asked what places I applied to. Are you mad? - I decided to get more defensive and set my boundaries - I don’t get what your problem is, you never even told me where you live, so what’s this about? Scared your friends are going to meet me now? Don’t worry, it’s already too late and I still never wanted to-

- Hey - he cut me off with a laugh - What are you talking about? That’s great news.

The relief was surely visible on my face because he shortened the distance between us again.

- So you’re not mad I’m moving?

- Mad? - his laugh melted my heart - Why the hell would I be mad? It will be even easier to hit up on you when you’ll be closer. Just watch out for Tig, he might me a little extra sometimes.

My phone started buzzing but I completely ignored it.

- Why would I ever see him again? Y’all live together in a cute little house or you spend so much time at the hospital? - he didn’t say anything about that, just laughed

- You’re not going to answer?

I took the phone out of my pocket and declined the call from Mark.

- Absolutely not.

We decided to order some food and just hang out for a while. Spending time with him was something else, I felt more safe and comfortable than ever, even tho I knew him for only about a month. Although this time was different, Mark tried to call me two times and I declined. He hasn’t reach out for a few days now so it was my chance to finish it, but I couldn’t pick up when Juice was around. He will probably call again. Definitely. I tried to enjoy spending time with Juice but it was hard to focus. For the first time I was relieved when he said he’s got to go. When I closed the door behind him and sat on the couch I looked at the unread messages. “You moved to Lodi? Why didn’t you tell me?” Holy fuck. How can he know that. I stared at the messages when he called, answered immediately.

- Jesus Christ Mark. Can you finally leave me alone? We broke up months ago.

- Not really - he sounded offended - you broke up with me.

- Exactly - I just smiled at how ridiculous was what he just said - and it means we’re not together anymore

- But can we at least talk about it? For the last few months you acted like you forgot about me.

- Maybe because I did - I was confident, trying to let him know it’s really over - that’s what people do after a breakup. Fucking forget about each other, you should do that too.

- Don’t swear princess - he sounded so calm, started to freak me out

- I’m not you damn princess, what the fuck is wrong with you Mark?

- I just want to talk, you live in Lodi, right? - I felt my body tense at his words

- Well, I’m moving soon, but that’s not your business.

- But you’re still in town? I want to talk to you personally. I’ll be there in 5.

This has to be a joke. He can’t come here, he can’t know where I am.

- You’re freaking me out Mark - I said and hung up

I didn’t know what to do and lately when this happened I just texted Juice. But what am I going to tell him now? Hey, can you come save me, I think my crazy ex got my address somehow and is on his way to kill me or sth. He probably isn’t even going to come here. He surely just meant Lodi. I’ll be there in 5. I’ll be in Lodi in 5. Yup, that’s it. I opened the conversation with Juice.

Hey, I know you just left, but could you come by? I want to talk, but don’t worry, you haven’t done anything bad this time:)

I looked at the message. He won’t freak out, nothing’s happening. It sounds cool. I praised myself in my head for not overreacting when I heard knocking on the door. But it wasn’t my favourite knocking. It was more harsh, aggressive.

- Y/n, please, I just want to talk - his voice was nice, welcoming

I walked to the door slowly, thinking what could happen.

- Please, you know I won’t hurt you. Let’s just finish it.

At this point I had no choice. Slowly bringing my hand up I unlocked the door, at the same moment he slammed it open. I felt warm blood dripping from my nose. Meeting with the cool surface of the wall behind me was comforting, trying to get my thoughts together I just stood there for what felt like hours. He grabbed my hand and brought me to sit on the sofa with him.

- Oh baby, look what you made me do - he said while getting a tissue and wiping my nose and mouth, but I slammed his hand away

- What I made you do? Get out of my house and leave me alone - I yelled, but got silent as he slapped me

I wished I told Juice the truth, or at lest called him to actually come here.

- Shh, let me talk - I just nodded - look, we could start again, what do you think?

- I don’t think I’m ready for a new relationship, not with you.

- Not with me? - he put his hand on my throat and started squeezing - okay, but we don’t have to do it now, huh? - I felt my eyes watering - I can give you some time, just don’t treat me like air.

- Mark, you’re hurting me - I whispered underneath my breath

- Oh right - he pulled his hand back - sorry, love.

My phone started buzzing on the table, I tried to get it but just felt a hard punch on my ribs causing me to wrap my hands around my body.

- Who’s Juice? - he asked

- Just a friend, we work together - I forced a smile to calm him down

- Just a friend? - another punch - just a friend? - he yelled punching me again

- Yes - I said confidently

- Then why would you try to answer so fast? - another punch

I have to change my strategy before I cough my lungs out.

- I just wanted to mute, so no one will bother us.

- Oh, I’m sorry baby, you know I’m nervous sometimes.

- I know, it’s all right - I smiled, blood filling my mouth again

- So can we start again? You know I’m not like this. I have a hotel here, I’m staying for a while.

- That sounds good, but I need some rest now. You can call me tomorrow, how about that? We’ll figure something out.

He pulled me in and kissed my forehead. I felt tingling in my fingers, realising he was holding my wrists so tight I felt blood leaving my hands.

- I missed you. Glad you’re okay, I was afraid you’ll push me away again. I should go now - I felt the pressure around my wrists loosen - I’m so grateful I found you.

- How did you know where I live? - I asked before realising it will only make him stay longer

- Emily told me she talked to you before you moved.

Oh sure, fucking slut.

- I’ll go now, please don’t make me do things like that again. We’ll talk different tomorrow.

- Okay, see you then - I forced a smile and waited for him to leave so I can close the door

I sat on the couch and tried to settle my breath. While putting my fingers to my pulsing temple I felt it’s also wet and sticky. And how the fuck did that happen? I looked at my fingers covered in blood and just wished he’d really leave me alone today. I walked up to the sink to wash my hands and face, looked at the mirror. Bruises covering my neck and wrists, tried to take off my shirt to look at my ribs but couldn’t put my hands high enough so I just sat on the couch glad that it’s over and I’m all right. I remembered the times when he suddenly started being aggressive towards me and after that acted like nothing happened. That’s why I left him, that’s one of the reasons why I left LA. Focusing on what just happend I forgot about texting Juice, but when I heard knocking on my door my heart dropped.

- Y/n. Open the door please!

His scream made me shiver but I walked to the door opening it slowly. He bursted in and walked past me.

- Please don’t do that again, you can’t text me such shit and then just not answer my messages and calls, I was-

He got silent immediately when he looked at my face. Wandering around with his eyes he saw the tissues covered in blood on the coffee table.

- What the hell happened here?

I couldn’t answer, just fell into his arms feeling tears dripping on my cheeks. He gently walked me to the couch and sat close enough to wrap his hands around me in a comforting hug. He didn’t say anything, just hold me close stroking my arm lightly, waiting for me to calm down. When I started breathing normally I pulled back and looked him in the eyes, but immediately turned my head away when I felt my eyes watering again.

- Can you tell me what happened now?

- You want to hear the whole story or just todays one?

- Do we have time for the longer one? - he smiled gently encouraging me to speak

I told him everything about Mark. Starting at how we met during a race, our stormy relationship, his sudden change of attitude and finally about the breakup he couldn’t accept. Then I started about what happened today, but felt like I forgot half of it.

- So at least I was right about the toxic ex - he tried to sound funny but I heard his voice shaking - Why didn’t you tell me? Jesus, I should know, all the missed calls and messages, you flinched when I raised my voice. I should ask you about it, it’s obvious you won’t tell me.

- God, stop. Are you blaming yourself?

- Maybe a little. You should go with me, we have a doctor at the clubhouse, she should see this.

- I don’t need a doctor Juice.

He put his hand on my side which made me bring my knees up and hold them close to my chest.

- This looks like you need to see a doctor. Your nose is also not looking good.

- I don’t think it’s broken.

- Maybe it’s not, but Tara will do something about it. Let me help you, please - he sounded desperate at this point

- Okay, I’ll go.

- Then go and pack, I’ll help you but first I have to call Jax.

- Pack?

- You don’t think you’re staying here, do you?

I knew I couldn’t stay here but I was planning on getting a hotel room near Charming before I could find a house.

- I’m not homeless, I don’t need a shelter.

He just smiled at me and called Jax, I got up slowly and went to my bedroom to get the most important stuff. Juice joined me a few minutes later.

- Tara finishes her shift in about an hour, then she can come and see you, we’ll wait for her - I rolled my eyes - unless you want to go to a hospital?

- And what will I tell them?

- That you were attacked by a clowder of cats?

When we packed all the things I might need in the next few days I realised I’m still covered in blood in some places, it dried up making me feel pretty uncomfortable.

- I think I need to take a shower before we go - I said stroking my hair

- Really? - he put his face in his hands in an act of disbelief

- Really. I won’t go anywhere like that.

- As you wish princess, I’ll wait.

- Yeah, great. Can you help me with my shirt?

- You can’t put your hands up and still tried to refuse seeing a doctor?

- I just. I don’t want to go to your clubhouse okay, definitely not looking like that.

- We’re used to it, don’t worry.

- Used to bringing beat up hoes by another members? - I didn’t actually know why I reacted like that

I was really grateful Juice wanted to help me, I guess it was just my reaction about being so stressed lately. I automatically regretted saying that, waiting for him to take up the argument, but instead he came closer and lightly grabbed my hands.

- Y/n - he started softly - you’re not a hoe, nobody thinks you are. You shouldn’t think about yourself like that either. I know you’re stressed, but you know I just want to help.

- I know, I’m sorry…

- Don’t be sorry, just let me do what’s best for you now.

When I took a shower Juice helped me with my bags and we were ready to go. He stopped at the door and turned to me.

- Can we take your car? I’m not sure bike is a good option for our trip - he smiled

- Sure - I tossed him the keys - but you drive.

We walked out and I leaded him to my car, before he put the bags in the trunk he stopped and looked at it for a moment.

- A fucking challenger? You really were playing Fast and Furious back there.

I just laughed and got in the passenger sit, realising I’ve never sat here.

- I never let anyone drive it, it’s like my child, so you better be careful - I sent him a warning smile - you should feel honoured.

- Well, I am. Don’t worry, I won’t be speeding.

- Oh don’t be ridiculous, that’s what this car was made for. Just don’t hit any pedestrians or worse, a curb - I sent him a death stare and he just laughed before turning on the engine

- Wow - his smile was beautiful, especially when he was sitting here

I started getting more nervous as we entered Charming. Handling one biker was enough for me and meeting an entire charter sounded even worse. I met one, basically two of them and they seem nice, but I don’t think that’s really how they are. We pulled up in the parking lot around midnight. Juice helped me get my bag and we headed to the clubhouse. Silently I wished it’ll be empty since it was that late, but I was wrong. Maybe it wasn’t crowded, but when we entered, the hot smell of alcohol and cigarettes hit me as if I walked to a crowded bar in a big city. Everybody got quiet and all eyes were on me. Chibs stood up and walked to me, patting my shoulder lightly.

- Hello sweetie. I believe you looked better last time I saw you.

- Oh thanks, nice to see you too, now shove off - I said before thinking about it

At least I didn’t say fuck off.

- I knew you were a good one when I first met you - he laughed and went back to the couch

I looked around and saw that they’re not staring at me now, when I walked through the room everyone greeted me, like they actually were friendly. Juice told me to sit next to Chibs since I already knew him and he went to get Jax.

- Oh hello - said the man with curly hair I saw at the hospital - I’m Tig.

- I remembered that - I smiled lightly - I’m y/n.

- Well, so you’re Juice’s girl, huh?

- Okay, I don’t know what he told you, but we’re just friends - I was pretty annoyed by hearing it again, not knowing what Juice was saying about me

- Actually he told us nothing about you. We tried asking him but he only said that you’re from Lodi, nothing more. But now - his blue eyes wandered around my face and body, tracing all the visible bruises - what happened?

- Just a few scratches, Juice insisted that I should see a doctor so here I am, waiting for Tara.

- But who did it?

- Thanks for your worries Tig, but that’s not important.

- I’ll get you a beer, huh? - he smiled and walked up to the bar

Actually a beer is a good idea.

- Listen - I turned to Chibs immediately when I heard his voice - I know you’re not comfortable here and you don’t want to talk about it, but we need to know who did that. You’re a friend to a club now, we’ll help you.

- Juice helped me already - I shrugged my shoulders

- So you’re sure that this person won’t find you here?

- Uh, well - but I never finished

Juice came in with Jax and gave me a hand to help me get up.

- Jesus Christ… - Jax gently wrapped his hands around me as a welcome - Are you allright? Tara will be here soon, she’ll take care of you.

- I’m sorry Jax, I didn’t want to come here in her free time. I’m really grateful she’ll come.

- That’s not a problem.

- Now - Juice looked more serious then ever - can you give me your phone?

- My phone? Why do you need it?

- I need to make sure he won’t bother you again, your phone can help me find him. And don’t say you don’t want me to do that, I’ll find him either way, we can’t risk him coming back.

I didn’t know what to say, I never thought this could happen. Juice bringing me here should keep me safe.

- I’ll come with you - said a long haired man sitting at the table besides us, he greeted me with the warmest smile saying his name’s Bobby

- I’ll go too - said Chibs standing up slowly

- Count me in - Jax nodded looking at me

- If you have so many volunteers - Tig came back with our beers - I’ll stay here, keep an eye on the girls.

- Okay, so we’re all set - Jax smiled at me again - Tara will be here any minute, then we can go.

I sat on the couch, glued to Juice’s side when they were talking about some random shit, I couldn’t focus on the conversation thinking about what was going to happen. When all of them got in an argument about Tig’s hair I felt Juice’s eyes landing on me. Bringing my head up I looked at him and he put his hand on my cheek sending me a warming smile.

- Are you going to kill him? - I asked seriously, keeping my eyes on his

- We’ll do what’s necessary - he kissed my forehead

- Don’t do this - I shyly tried to push him away

- And why is that? - I looked around the room - I told you they don’t give a fuck.

And they actually didn’t. No one was even looking at us. I took a sip of my beer realising it’s almost empty.

- Another one? - Juice asked and I just nodded

When he left I looked around the room again, how can they all be so calm? My eyes stopped at a woman coming through the door. She also saw me, gave me a welcoming smile and came up to me.

- And you must be y/n. I’m Tara, nice to meet you. Let’s go clean you up.

She leaded me to a smaller room and closed the door. I looked around at the wooden table and chairs around it. Tara encouraged me to sit down and opened her bag, starting to clean the cuts on my face.

- I’m sorry you had to come here, I really wanted to do this myself but Juice got stubborn.

- Don’t worry, I help the club when I can, wanna tell me what happened?

I couldn’t say anything because the door opened and Jax came in saying that they’re ready to go. He gave Tara a kiss and told her to take care of me, after that he was gone and we stayed alone again.

- So? - she continued - it doesn’t look like a little fight with a friend.

She seemed so peaceful that I decided to shorten the story for her. She looked at me from time to time but never interrupted. When I finished she stopped for a moment and looked me in the eyes.

- I know what you’re going through, trust me. The guys will take care of him and you’ll be safe, it’ll be okay. Let them do what they have to, before it’s too late.

I didn’t know what to say, just kept looking at the door not wanting to catch her sight again.

- Good news, your nose is not broken, but it may bleed from time to time. And about your wrists-

- Oh, probably nothing happened, I’ve actually had problems with my wrists for a few years now.

- Yeah, I can see that, you should think about a surgery. None of your ribs are broken too, but it looks bad, so I’ll come again and see what’s going on in a few days. For now you’re okay - she smiled while packing her bag - I’m really sorry, wanted to stay with you but our babysitter called and I need to go home.

- Oh sure, you should be home right after you finished work. Thank you again for all you did for me, I really appreciate that.

She smiled and opened the door for me. I instantly came to sit with Tig since he was the only one here I “knew”.

- You look better now, hope you also feel that way - he handed me a beer

- Do you drink here all day long or is today any special?

- There are no limits about drinking here, don’t worry.

He was actually nice and pretty funny. All of them were, maybe it’s not going to be as bad as I thought. We talked for about 40 minutes before they came back and I actually enjoyed our conversation. I felt pretty safe here. That’s weird. When boys came through the door I felt shivers on my body. Knives and guns at their belts, bruises and scratches everywhere, they just looked scary.

- It’s all done, you don’t have to worry about him anymore - Jax said with a smile - but I think you should stay here, at least ‘till tomorrow.

- He’s right, come on - Juice got my bag and gave me his hand

I followed him through the hall and entered his room. It was much cleaner than I thought and kinda cozy. If you can say a room at a clubhouse is cozy. I went through my bag to find a T-shirt and matching shorts to sleep in. Juice helped me with a shirt and put my bag back on the floor.

- I’m going to take a shower now, you can change here. The covers are clean, don’t worry - he laughed as he closed the bathroom door behind him

I changed my jeans to shorts and crawled under the covers. The bed was much more comfortable that it looked, but maybe it was just because I was really tired. I tried not to drift away waiting for Juice to come back. When he finally opened the door quietly and made sure I’m not asleep he sat down next to me and grabbed my hand.

- You’re safe here y/n, everything will be fine. Aren’t you hungry?

- I don’t know.

- How can you don’t know? - he laughed softly

- I mean, I probably won’t eat anything, you know.

- Are you sure? I can get you something.

- I’m good - I felt my eyes closing

- Okay, so goodnight - I felt him getting up and opened my eyes again

- Are you not going to stay with me? - he froze

- Do you want me to stay?

- Well… - he raised his eyebrow - yeah, okay. I want you to stay.

He said nothing and laid down next to me, but still keeping some distance, so I decided to shorten it. Rested my head on his arm and smiled when he kissed my forehead again. That felt nice, I love feeling his body next to mine. He gently traced all my face features with his fingers, not leaving any detail, while I slowly fell asleep feeling his hot breath in my hair.

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Shit

Part 13 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

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Y/N POV

I smile down at my phone after just sending a text to the twins, letting them know I made it home. I don't even remember the ride back. My mind was too preoccupied thinking about Liz and the things I wanted to say to her. But yet here I am standing with my back to the closed front door.

I take a look at the state my studio apartment is in. "Shit." To my disappointment, it hasn't been magically cleaned and organized, so with another day off, I think it's time to do something useful for myself and clean this place up.

I place the tote bag I had on my shoulder onto my couch before kicking off my new Birkenstocks and making my way into my bathroom. I rummage through my medicine cabinet before finding the ibuprofen bottle. I dump three in my hand and turn on the sink. I throw the pills into my mouth and cup a handful of water, lifting it to my mouth before I swallow it, letting that NY tap water work its way down my throat.

My head isn't killing me like before, but this will still help. I turn off the sink and walk into my bedroom. I yank off the jeans MK gave me and my underwear, adding them to my wash pile before slipping on a pair of basketball shorts and cozy socks.

I make my way back into the living room area, load up my Cleaning on a Sunday morning vibe playlist, set my phone down on my cheap wooden coffee table, and get to work.

_

Just over an hour later, I am sweating as if I had just run a marathon. I smile to myself. I have the wash going, the living room cleaned, and the bedroom spotless, except for the piles of stuff that shouldn't be moved because I know exactly what's in there and how I like it. The bathroom still needs work, but eh.

I grab my phone and stop the playlist to look at my messages. I got a message back from Ash but not MK in the twins and mine group chat appropriately named Y/N & Twins. Ash came up with it until we pick something else.

In addition to Ash's message, I got a message from Max, so instead of replying, I just decided to shoot her a call. Why not? I got time. After a few rings, she answers.

Max: What up Bitch!

Y/N: Sup! Just got done cleaning my place.

M: Ew. You're cleaning instead of spending time with the Olsen twins? If Mary-Kate had texted me that you'd leave her and be cleaning today I would've made sure your ass came into work.

Y: Well, too late. And yes, I cleaned. I got home and realized what a shit show it was. Plus, if it's not clean, how in the hell will we watch the MCU?

I get no response a part of me is worried the call dropped.

Y: Max?

M: Are you serious?

Y/N: About?

M: Watching the rest of the MCU because I don't want you to get attached and then have Liz-

Y: No. No, it's okay. Plus, I think I'm going to try and talk to her.

I hear a sharp intake of breath over the phone.

M: Fuck, dude, really?

I pause.

Y: Yeah... Anyways! What do you say movie tonight? My place. Captain...

Damn, what's the character's name? 

M: Marvel! Captain Marvel! Yes, James and I will be there arroooouuunnndd 6:30/7. Maybe do a double feature tonight?

I nod.

M: Y/N?

Y: Oh yeah, sorry. Sounds good.

M: Yes! Time to prove to my little bitch of a brother how badass she is. Okay, see you tonight Y/N!

Just like that, the call ends. So now I'm left sitting by myself alone in my living room. I look around my studio apartment. Before living here, I had a place with Naomi; before that, it was my place at college.

I get a little sad as I look around the space. I realize it's because I spent a long time with someone who never let me be fully me. I see that now as I look at the empty spots on my shelves and tables. I take note.

I know I have a lot of things back home with my mom that I wouldn't mind having back into my life, but that means calling my mom, and let's not forget last time she spoke, she wanted our next call to be about my future and all that business. Because God forbid, I don't go back to school and decide that I want to work at a coffee shop.

So in the meantime, I open my Amazon app and purchase a few small things to add to my space. I think about getting a plant, but that's never worked out well in the past. You know how people have green thumbs? Call me Grey Thumbs. Plus, I wouldn't even know what to get.

God, I'm such a bad lesbian.

A smile comes across my face because I know exactly who could help me.

I open up my text conversation with Liz. My eyes gaze over the last words she sent to me. "Wow." She tried last night. After a minute of thought, I jokingly type the message:

"Got any plant rec?"

I laugh to myself about how stupid this is. I hover over the send button before backspacing and deleting the message. And before I can contemplate what else to do or say, I catch a whiff of something. I breathe in through my nose again. "What the hell is that?"

My eyes get a bit bigger as I look down at myself. I open my shirt and take a sniff. "Oh my God!" A night out, a wet dream, and one clean apartment later makes you this freaking stinky.

I quickly run to my washing machine and chuck in the clothes I have on before sprinting my naked ass to the bathroom in an effort to get rid of my smell.

Liz POV

After my call with MK, I didn't hear from her until Ash texted our shared group chat named Thing 1, Thing 2 & Lizard.

Ash: Hey sis MK just got back from helping Y/N downstairs Ash: 😏

MK: Ewww Ash! MK: Anyways! She's free from our clutches now

Thank you both! I'm somewhat busy atm so I'll call you guys when I do it

Ash: 💕

It being calling Y/N.

And I lied to the girls. I'm not busy today. Today is my final day to relax before I go back to filming for the next couple of weeks. And so far, all I've done is stress myself out, be on my secret social media accounts, and order room service breakfast which wasn't the best, but oh well.

It's now around 4pm London time, and I have yet to hear from Y/N, meaning if she is going to call, it will probably be late tonight. I huff and roll onto my back. At the edge of the bed is the half-eaten tray of food. My face looks disgusted, but my stomach speaks up. I think my stomach needs more food. Better food!

For the first time today, I get out of bed and plan to stay out of it for more than 5 minutes. I place my hair into a makeshift bun as I waltz myself into the bathroom. I look myself up and down before washing my face. Yes, I do it every night, but I feel gross, which will help wake me up from my afternoon tiredness. In addition to that, I quickly run the ZIP Beauty Device over my face. Once finished, I promptly examine myself. I smile at a job well done.

I make my way into the main room and throw my suitcase open in search of my comfy clothes section. After a rifle through it, I find it! One my favorite sweaters ever! My navy NYU sweater. I take off the clothes I've spent all day in, in favor of my NYU sweater and a pair of form-fitting sweatpants. I make sure I have everything phone, sunglasses, wallet, hotel key, and a black hat before slipping on my black birks, heading out the door.

Within minutes I'm down and walking around the streets of London. Thankfully no paparazzi seem to know that I'm back in the country or if they do, I don't see them.

I do love the city, but I enjoy the small towns more. That's why Robbie and I got the house in Richmond. I'd love to walk around and familiarize myself with the area whenever I had free time. I've also done that here before. Like in 2014, when we were shooting for Age of Ultron, I loved it.

I've been in my own little world for a while. I didn't even realize that my stomach had taken me to a place I hadn't thought of in years. It's this bistro called Padella; it's not the crème da la crème, but the pasta they serve is something that wooed me over from day one. And the little tarts they have - perfect.

The second I enter the, it's like I'm back to 2014, Lizzie. I'm led to the same table I use to get. I give the waitress the same order I use to give. I look around at the few people here at the same time as me. I look at each individual person and think of the reasons they're here. Ya, know people watching, coming up with stories for each of them.

I laugh at the silly scenario I just came up with for the older man with the red beanie in the corner. As I compose myself, I feel something I haven't felt since the last day alone I had with Y/N. Bliss. Happiness. Those feelings I want to share.

Y/N POV

After my long and hot shower, I got dressed like usual. Opting for a more casual fit. Black slim track pants and an oversized pocket tee. Now I find myself staring at my text messages between Sam and I. Just like I have been for the last couple of minutes.

Sam 🫐 Today 8:48 AM

Hey Y/N! So I just got a text from Max. You might not be coming in today?? Is this because of last night? Once again, I'm sorry, like really fucking sorry. Whenever you see this, please text me back.

Sam 🫐 Today 2:16 PM

Hey Are you free?

I close out of my phone. I'm a little nervous about trying to meet with Sam. How they acted, last night was not cool. Yes, I know how MK was, but at the same time, I literally just met and worked with Sam. For her to assume we'd become anything more right off the bat is a little worrying.

I laugh to myself. Maybe I'm the hottest bitch around and never realized it.

My phone buzzes in my hand. It's Sam.

Sam 🫐 Today 2:16 PM

Hey Are you free?

Yes I'm on my way home now. You okay?

Yeah I was wondering if you wanted to meet up and talk?

Sure. Where would you like to meet up?

I think about that. There's a little diner near me. I was like a regular after Naomi. They have these tarts that I used to consume like it was my job.

Is here good? (address attached)

Yeah. Give me like a good half hour. See ya there!

I exit my text messages. I want to stay friends with Sam, but I don't want her around if she is going to be a problem. That sounds mean, but we know how people can be. Plus, she knows about my connection with the Olsens. We didn't try and hide it, but still, I need to make sure Sam doesn't try and blow everything out of proportion.

I look down at my phone again. I click on the clock app. I move my finger over the world clock adding in the location, London, England.

"Damn," I mutter to myself. I don't know how many hours I thought England was ahead, but 5 seems fitting. So for Liz, it's 7:17pm. Meaning, if I want to call her, it will have to be sooner than I want. I roll my eyes and throw my head back. I let out a big yawn. I didn't know I had hiding. I close my eyes and succumb to a nap I didn't know I wanted.

Liz POV

The walk back to the hotel from Padella was more eventful than the walk to Padella. After leaving the spot, I decided to spend stop by a new wine bar. It's quiet on the inside, and it's clear this place is designed for an older crowd. I remove my sunglasses and hat.

The lady behind the counter gave me a monologue about the array of wines they carry and how different each one was. I appreciated hearing it, and I like the amount of care she has, but all I want is a glass of red.

I let the woman choose an excellent wine for me and thank her once it's in my hand. This place has rows and rows of books free for anyone to use. I find a book that's probably been taught in every English class know to man. The Great Gatsby. It's a classic, so I pick it up and place myself in a cozy corner.

_

A few chapters and an empty glass later, I feel a pair of eyes on me. I'm used to it, but today I haven't had to experience it yet, so I close the book and search for whoever is looking at me.

It doesn't take long because they're still staring. It's a younger woman. Early twenties, black hair, tight ponytail. She reminds me a lot of a certain Age of Ultron character. They're cute, but she's no Y/N.

The woman smiles at me as I assess them. I offer a friendly nod and wave that she mistakes for an invitation to join me at my table. I frown slightly as the woman becomes closer and closer. Luckily they don't see it as much as I like my personal time. I'd hate for a fan to feel unwelcome and disrespected. Yes, it's weird, but that's just being famous.

The woman walks up to my table, clearly anxious. "Hi, I hope it's okay, but could I get a picture?" She holds her phone and asks in that English accent we know so well.

I don't want a picture taken of me right now. But she's being kind. I stay seated and give the younger woman a gentle smile. "No. I'm sorry." I watch the girl's body deflate. "But if you'd like to join me, we can talk for a minute, and I can sign something for you." The girl immediately gets a smile and sits down across from me. "Oh my gosh! Really? Thank you!"

I hold my hand out to her. "Lizzie." The girl laughs. "I know." She takes my hand and shakes it. "Y/N."

You gotta be sitting me.

I lean toward her and pretend I didn't catch the name. "Sorry?" "Y/N." Our hands part. Yep, that's her name. What are the odds? "I feel like I should ask what brings you to London?" Other Y/N jumps right into it.

"You know how it goes." I look around. "Kevin's snipers are always watching." I offer a little chuckle. Thankfully Y/N gets the reference and laughs too. "Well, I have to say I loved you in WandaVision you're a shoo-in for an Emmy!"

I beg to differ. "No one does a Marvel job and thinks that you're going to get nominated for something." "You never know!" Other Y/N is starting to break out of her shell, and it's to know I can make fans feel that well.

The silence is starting to cloud us. "Is there anything I can sign for you?" I ask, trying to move this along. I watch as the girl across from me starts searching her bag. It looks like she might come up empty, so I look down at the book she brought over with her. Little Women. I love this book and what Florence did in the most recent movie adaptation made me so proud.

I slide it over to me and open the cover. It has a little excerpt in it from her mother. Before I have a chance to read it, the girl stops me. "Oh yeah, you can sign that!" I smile over at the girl as she hands me a Sharpie. I flip over to the title page of the book and sign it: Lizzie O. ❤️

I close the book and give her back her Sharpie. She holds the book up to her chest and smiles at me. "Thank you so much!" She's beyond giddy! "No problem. Just don't sell it or anything." I say the last bit in my Sokovian accent, causing the younger woman to be unable to speak. Instead, she nods her head as I start packing up my things. I return Gatsby back to where I found him and wave bye to Y/N as I walk out of the wine bar.

_

As I walk into my hotel, I look at my phone; it's now almost 8pm, and I still have nothing from Y/N. So I guess it's up to me.

Y/N POV

I don't know what is vibrating my boobs right now, but if it doesn't stop, I swear it's catching these hands. I peel one eye open and see it's my phone. I grab it and see I'm getting a phone call.

"Hello?" I say while yawning.

Sam: Finally! I thought you were setting me up!

Y/N: Sam?

Sam: Yeah?

Y: What time is it?

I groggily ask. Oh, shit, wait!

Y: What time is it!!

I pull my phone away from my face. Fuck I was supposed to meet Sam fifteen minutes ago!

Y: Shit! Sam, sorry I passed out! I promise I'm coming right now. Don't leave!

Before I give Sam a chance to speak up, I end the call and grab everything I need before heading out. Sunglasses, hat, wallet, keys, and my phone.

I run out the door before running back in, realizing I never put my shoes on. I come back in and slip on my red vans. I take one last look around my place before once again leaving.

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I haven't run this fast since track in high school. I burst into the little shop and instantly see Sam. She's sitting at the counter in front of all the tarts and pies they sell.

I give her a wave as I catch my breath. Sam looks me up and down. "Dude, did you run here?" I nod, reaching out for what I assume is Sam's water. Sam opens her mouth but doesn't say anything. I chug and chug the water until it's gone. "Sorry. But yes! I didn't mean to be late. Thanks for the water. I'll get you a new one." I let out as fast as I could as I felt the water land in my stomach.

"That was here and when I got here." Sam points to the empty water glass. My face becomes flushed with disgust, and my mouth dry. "Wha-" "I'm just fucking with you. Come sit down!" Sam pats the stool next to her. I can tell by Sam's reaction that a look of relief came over me. "Sorry, I just had to get you for being late." I sit down and look at her. "Valid."

A man walks up to us and asks for our order. Since I'm tired, I order water, black coffee, and a lemon tart. I turn to Sam, looking over the menu on the wall that hasn't changed in over 70 years. Well, the prices have. Sam orders a coke and a piece of apple pie. The man gives a warm grunt and walks away.

I look over to Sam. "Once again, sorry about being late." She nods her head. "It's okay." The elephant in the room has made itself known as silence surrounds us.

"So uh-"

"Sam I-"

We both start but stop and end up laughing at our miscommunication. Sam raises her hand to go first. "Y/N. I just want to apologize for how I acted last night." She quickly paused and purses her lips before continuing.

"It's just that the day you came into work and looked me in the eyes. You looked at me how I wish everyone looked at me. I just felt this instant connection to you, and trust me, I know that sounds super weird and stalkery, but it's true. As the day went on, you and I worked as one. We clicked!"

I go to stop Sam, but I don't. Because I know the exact feeling, she is talking about.

"And then once I saw that dirty blonde with her arm wrapped around you, I got so jealous and mad at myself. But then when-" Sam stops and looks at people around us before turning back to me. "When I figured out the blonde was Mary-Kate-" Sam whispers when she says MK's name.

"That's when it all clicked. That's when I figured out why you looked so familiar. I've seen the articles!" Sam puts her head into her hands before pulling it back to face me. To make sure, I look into her blue eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for being so fucking rude to you. All you did was be nice; I took that to mean something else. That's unfair to you, to Max, to the Olsens. I'm just so incredibly sorry! And don't worry, I won't ever tell anyone you know them or anything."

Sam finally finished, and she looks so fragile. It's like the stress of the conversation was keeping her up. I stand up and hug her from behind. I only let go when she squeezes my hand. I sit back down on the stool next to me. "I forgive you, Sam. Trust me. I know what it's like. So it's okay." I don't go into details or let my forgiveness go on any longer. Sam smiles. "Friends?" I chuckle because, yes, "friends."

We smile at each other just as our food and drinks arrive. After a bite of one another's treats, we start to learn more about one another to become better friends.

_

"Text me when you get home, so I know you're safe!" I yell out to Sam as she gets farther and farther away. "You too!" Her and I wave before focusing on our own routes home.

After two blocks, I pull out my phone and decide to let the twins know that I spoke to Sam. Not surprisingly, Ash responds instantly.

Y/N & Twins 4:02 PM

Spoke to Sam Everything's cool now She says sorry to you MK as well she felt awful

Ash: Awww well I'm happy you two figured it out

I wait for a text from MK, but it doesn't come. She hasn't talked in this chat all day. Maybe she's busy? Oh well, I won't sweat it. I go on about my walk back home.

Liz POV

It's now after 9, and with my call time being in twelve hours, I need to be in bed now! I've already done my nightly routine, but all that's left is for me to go to bed, put my head on my pillow and sleep, but that last step is the tricky part.

I can't drift off and sleep without thinking about Y/N. I let out a frustrating noise as I reach for my phone. I look at the blank screen. No calls. No texts. No emails. Nothing from Y/N.

"Screw it." I let out before reaching her name in my contacts. I click on it and hit the call button.

Y/N POV

I make it back to my apartment in one piece and let Sam know I'm safe. I start getting a few things ready for tonight's movie fest. Nothing major just extra pillows and blankets I have stored in my closet since it's going to be Max, James, and I tonight.

I flip on my tv since I have time to kill. I go to the Netflix app to put on New Girl when a movie thumbnail catches my eye. I furrow my brows and walk closer to my tv screen. "Liz?"

Netflix doesn't let me get a better look. Instead, it does the auto-play thing that I hate and starts playing this movie called Wind River. I know I have time before Max and James get here, so I decide to let the movie play.

I can feel myself getting pulled into this movie only five minutes in. However, I feel my phone buzz next to me, breaking me out. I pause the movie, answering my phone and expecting Max.

Y/N: What up whore?

There's a long pause before I hear Max's breath come through my phone.

Y: Max?

Liz: Y/N?

I pull my phone back from my face because that's not Max. My eyes go wide, and my face goes red, realizing what I've done.

I open my mouth, but nothing is happening.

Oh my God, I can't breathe!

Speak!!!

Y: Liz!? I- Oh- I'm so sorry I-

Before I can continue, her angelic voice cuts me off.

Liz: Y/N I-

Part 14