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sugrhigh · 4 months ago

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BOY NEXT DOOR 11 - ( c.s )

part ten

summary- you and your roommates live beside a bunch of senior hockey players, one of them being the infamous team captain chris sturniolo. he’s effortlessly flirty and undeniably attractive, but he’s also a pain in your ass. you find that you have to fight between lust and hatred as you finally get to know the boy next door, whether you want to or not.

warnings- swearing, starts fluffy (borderline cringe but get over it) and then smurtyyy baby ITS THE FINALE so enjoy

a/n: wow, a chapter coming to a close. you may get an epilogue…you may not…only time will tell. thank you to anyone who has supported me in general and especially on this specific series!! i had such a fun time with this concept and appreciate yall sticking it out with me fr <3

you’re really regretting your promise to chris now. it’s a day later and there’s less than an hour until the game, which is heightening your nerves like nothing else. you smooth your shaky hands over your sweatshirt, continually glancing over at your bed.

his jersey rests there, crisp and clean. it smells like him too; you picked up on the familiar scent when you were holding it in your hands earlier.

he left it in your mailbox, shooting you a vague text before heading up to the arena. though he didn’t tell you what he put in there in his message, you already knew. and you’ve been wrestling with how you want to play this ever since.

you got so comfortable wearing his stuff, especially to games, that it kind of feels weird not to. but you have a feeling that a lot more people know about what happened than you initially expected, which scares the shit out of you.

you suppose you have to get a little uncomfortable, though. it’s been so long since you’ve felt this way, since someone’s excited you, or even hurt you like this.

and it fucking sucked to be so disappointed. but you never ever thought you would bear witness to chris sturniolo saying his first real i love you, especially to you. it was maybe the one thing he could’ve done to convince you, because it was just so unexpected.

you already knew you loved him, so getting that confirmation from him first was huge.

you blow out a breath, still so antsy as you twist around, watching your reflection with a fierce intensity. nothing you’ve tried feels right, and it’s beyond frustrating.

just put it on. what’s the harm?

you’re tearing your hoodie off a moment later, tossing it to the floor as you reach for his jersey. it slips over your head perfectly, wrapping you in subtle hints of his cologne as you adjust it on your shoulders.

you can’t help but smile slightly as you glance in the mirror; if you ignore reality enough, it almost seems like you’re the same person you were a month ago; a blissfully ignorant girl supporting the boy she cared about.

cares about, your brain autocorrects you.

you never really stopped. you wouldn’t have gone over to his house yesterday in the first place if you truly had.

“hey, are you almost—” ramona stops dead in her tracks when she looks up from her feet, seeing you standing in the number 3.

you’re immediately ashamed, for whatever reason, like she caught you doing something wrong. part of it does feel wrong, and you’re about to say so. but then she smiles, like really smiles, and clasps her hands together happily. “finally!”

the reaction shocks you, to say the least, and you know it’s written all over your face. you shake your head a little, trying to find some way to ask her what she possibly means by that.

mona rolls her eyes at you playfully. “what, you thought i wouldn’t support you?”

you shrug, mouth still parted in surprise. you’re kind of smiling though; you’re happy she feels this way, you just weren’t necessarily expecting it.

plus, you didn’t actually tell them how you felt when you gave them the rundown last night after the bars, so neither of them could’ve known what you were experiencing. for the most part you were acting like it was strictly business or something, which couldn’t be further from the truth.

“i don’t know what i thought, to be honest.” you finally say, shifting around on your feet uncomfortably.

“why didn’t you tell me?”

you sigh and mess with your hair a bit. “because it’s not, like, official or anything, and i’m still not even sure i want to wear this to the game. i was just putting it on, i guess.”

she nods, and you’re waiting for her to say more, but she doesn’t. ramona just walks over, pulling you into her arms without another word.

you’re once again stunned, but in a pleasantly unanticipated way. you’re beyond tired of crying, but these tears are different. they’re happy, because you can feel your heart mending, and mona knows that too.

“you took the time, and i think you’re ready to forgive, angel. i can see it every time i look at you, that you’re still thinking of him, and that’s okay. he’s clearly been a fucking wreck, and i honestly believe he loves you because he would never utter those words if he didn’t.” she laughs into your hair slightly, and you can hear the emotion in her voice.

despite everything, you let out a breathy chuckle too. “you’re amazing, you know that? i really lucked the hell out with you.”

she pulls away, still smiling despite her shining eyes. you dab at your own, trying your best not to ruin the makeup you had so carefully applied half an hour earlier.

“i love you forever. cass and i just want to see you happy and i think being with him is what you want. so if it really is, you should wear it.” ramona gives the jersey a little tug.

you know you’re going to now, and you decide you don’t care what anyone else thinks about it. it’s between you and him, and if the people you trust most support you, then nothing else matters.

“i…i will. and thanks, really. you always help clear my head.” you nudge her a little with a grin.

“of course,” she wraps a hand around your arm so she can start pulling you toward the door, “now hurry up, because we’re on the verge of being late and cass is waiting!”

being away from the rink this long makes the lights somehow feel a hundred times brighter. they’re beating down on you as you and your roommates make your way to your seats, the same ones that you’d become accustomed to ever since that first game.

it’s been a while since you’ve felt quite this many eyes on you, and it’s insanely unsettling. you focus on navigating the steps below you, because you know if you don’t you’ll fall and make yourself look even worse.

it’s at least loud, considering they’ve got all the music going for warm ups. you’re glad you can’t hear the crowd of students whispering about how pathetic you are, or how stupid you’re acting.

maybe it’s true, but you’re beyond that now. you’re willing to get hurt again, even though you hope with all of your heart that the day never comes, because you’ll regret it forever if you don’t try.

people make mistakes. but they only get one chance to make it up in your book, and this is chris’s chance.

so you square your shoulders and try to wear the jersey with pride as you guys finally arrive in the front row, even though it’s difficult to act confident.

fake it till you make it, or whatever they say.

your eyes find him skating around almost immediately, like they’re just naturally drawn in his direction. you suppose that it shouldn’t be surprising, at least not after watching so many games.

the way he moves is different; he’s smooth, always one step ahead, like he’s playing an entirely different game. it’s easy to spot, because he’s somehow the most fluid and the most aggressive on the ice.

you watch as chris skates back to the blue line, circling their half of the rink while they all take practice shots. that’s when he looks over at your section, and you can see the relief wash over his face when he spots you.

he nods, and you can see a devilish smile forming on his face as he snaps the puck into the net once again. it makes you uneasy when the rest of the team starts to glance at you as well, only to look toward one another after like some sort of signal.

you try to shake it, pretend like your gut is completely wrong, and for a couple minutes you can. they stretch and do more drills and everything seems normal, or as normal as it can be right now.

until they all slow down, gathering around the bench one by one to create a warped huddle. the opposing team is skating off of the ice now with five minutes left of warmups, and you’ve never been more on edge. mona and cass aren’t paying enough attention, so when you look at them in alarm, they’re purely concerned.

“what? why does your face look like that?” cassidy questions.

before you can even begin to explain the weird feeling that’s settled in your bones, the entire BU team breaks as the lights shut off. you can hear the confused murmuring of the fans over the music, which is fading out slowly now.

each of them line up, getting into position as if they’ve practiced a hundred times, forming a pyramid shape in the middle of the ice. chris stands alone in the front, and there’s a microphone in his hand, and—oh god, fuck.

seconds later the spotlight flares over to shine on him, and even though you know there’s no way he can actually see with it directly in his eyes, it still feels like he’s looking right at you.

you watch him gulp nervously, and you’re just as terrified of whatever is coming next.

“uh—hi everyone. i’m your captain, chris, and i wanted to thank each and everyone one of you for coming out tonight.” he starts off, trying to brush away his fear.

though the crowd is still obviously confused, they’re applauding regardless due to their special recognition. on the other hand remain completely still, trying to avoid panicking so publicly.

“what the fuck is he doing?” mona whisper shouts in your direction, and all you can do is shrug even though you know where he’s going with this.

somehow, you can just feel it in your gut.

“seriously, you guys are beyond amazing. you’re the reason playing here is so incredible,” chris smiles charmingly as the noise dies down, pausing dramatically for a moment before continuing, “but i’m actually standing out here tonight like an idiot because there’s somebody in this crowd that i need to apologize to.”

your stomach falls to your feet, and you can’t do anything besides stare out across the rink at him. he’s looking your way again, brilliant blue gaze still able to pick up on exactly where you are, and you feel a shock course through your veins.

“i did wrong by her, and i’ve been kicking myself every day since. she’s the most radiant and passionate person in every room, and she’s also the only reason i’m even here in this arena today. the truth is that i love her, which is why i think it’s time to turn the tables and embarrass myself a little bit to prove that. plus you guys get a heck of a show in the process.” he jokes, earning some apprehensive chuckles in response.

chris clears his throat, trying not to let his voice crack. despite what you think, he actually can see you through the brightness, which makes his heart leap to his throat. “so to the girl of my dreams, i’m sorry. and i hope this shows you that i meant it when i said i’d never stop fighting.”

every single part of you is screaming in a way you can’t explain; you’re completely entranced, but in the same way that people can’t look away from a car crash.

the audience chatters as the lights go out again, but it doesn’t take long before ain't too proud to beg starts playing to cut them off. you recognize it immediately, and now you can’t help but crack a smile.

this was the song you listened to most when you’d drive around in his car, singing along together with the heat blasting on your way to nowhere in particular. you can’t hear it anymore without thinking about him.

the stadium ignites in a dreamy red glow, and each member of the team begins skating in slow circles, kicking their feet out lightly to the rhythm. chris remains up front, gliding around as if he’s walking on clouds.

he tries not to look at you too much, because this moment is about putting himself on display, but his attention darts to you every couple of seconds. you’re clearly stunned, but he sees the small grin on your lips, and that lights the fire he needs to go all out.

“i know you wanna leave me, but i refuse to let you go,” chris begins, voice surprisingly strong as he glides around, “if i have to beg n’plead for your sympathy, i don’t mind ‘cause you mean that much to me.”

you can hear people starting to sing along, and you amaze yourself by joining in for the chorus as well. cassidy and ramona sway beside you, both shaking you lightly as they try to contain their shrieks of delight.

“ain’t too proud to beg, and you know it, please don’t leave me girl.” he belts out, unable to contain his happiness when he sees your reaction.

his team continues to dance on the rest of the ice, leaving the middle for him as they goof off, each adding their own personal flair to the simple choreography. you laugh when you see connor and ben doing the robot at each other, simply because they look so damn stupid.

“ain’t too proud to plead, baby baby, please don’t leave me girl.” chris holds the mic between both palms, shaking his hands in prayer as he skates backwards suavely.

the beat swells as the jazz blares through the speakers, and they all line up across the center of the ice. there are tears in your eyes as chris joins them, arms all linked over each others shoulders as they begin a rockette kick line.

despite how insanely unsafe it probably is to do on skates, they’re all killing it. the whole stadium is roaring now; laughter, cheers, chanting along, you name it. you’re amazed, eyes flashing along with the glowing atmosphere.

having him serenade you with this song, in front of all of these people, is something you never thought possible.

there’s an exhilarated expression on his face, still completely focused on you as he sings his heart out, and it makes you completely weak. his defined features are as striking as ever, cheeks flushed slightly from the adrenaline of it all.

he’s the same handsome boy you thought you knew, and yet here he is, surprising you again.

you’re bouncing around as the song nears the end, only for chris to come skating forward from the others so he can slide on his knees across the rink, headed your way. it’s so dramatic and so fucking silly that you’ve got a stitch in your side from laughing.

for a moment you just look at each other, separated only by the plexiglass wall, and everything else in your mind quiets. you no longer hear the anxious thoughts, or the crowd, or even your friends screaming beside you.

chris’s chest heaves as he finally relaxes, lowering his outstretched arms so that he can shrug bashfully, as if he’s asking you what you think.

you shrug back, but you’re beaming so hard that your true feelings are on display regardless. you can see his matching teary eyes, and truly for the very first time, neither of you care about anyone else.

he’s fucking whipped, and he’ll tell everyone in the world without a second thought. you’re certain of that now, and so is he.

finally, chris pushes himself up and holds the mic back to his mouth, one arm out as he waves to the sea of people. “thank you everyone! get loud tonight, and as always go terriers!”

they all skate off the ice, and you see his friends embracing him in excitement as they head back to the locker room. chris takes one final look over his shoulder, and you give him a wave of encouragement.

he disappears and your attention finally turns to your friends, their mouths still hanging open from the rather electrifying show.

“i can’t believe…i mean he just…” cassidy tries to form a sentence, but ends up pressing a hand to her lips instead.

“that kid is so fucking in love with you, wow.” ramona giggles to herself.

you’re about to object, but you know she’s right. and after that display, there’s certainly no point in arguing about it, because then you’d just be giving some shitty explanation.

before you can even start babbling, your phone vibrates in your pocket and you freeze again. you know who it is, but your heart is pounding against your ribcage as you check anyways.

chris

we’ll talk after?

it's the first text from him in weeks that you’re going to respond to, the first of many you suppose. that makes you smile as you type out an answer.

y/n

only if you win :)

and he does. he does win. in fact, chris went out there and played probably the best game of his entire career.

a hat trick, which he’s never done in his life, all for you.

the team is electric, and he knows the party will be coming back to his place as they all rage in the locker room after the game. it was incredible, and this moment with them is great, but the only person he wants to see is you.

so he slips into the hallway, already dialing your number as the door finally swings shut to contain some of the noise.

you pick up on the first ring.

“i won.” chris states immediately, and he can hear the grin in his own voice.

“you did.” you respond.

it’s a lame attempt at being coy, and you both know it. he leans his shoulder up against the wall, shaking his head even though you can’t see it.

“three goals was pretty impressive, huh? probably worth talking to me over, at least in my opinion.” chris teases, and your laugh gives him butterflies.

you glance over at your friends, who try to look busy as you all wait for the bus, though it’s very clear that they’re trying to eavesdrop. “i can’t disagree there, captain.”

he snorts before he can help it. “so does that mean you’re coming over?”

it seems like an eternity before you answer, even though it’s maybe five seconds total. “yeah, i’ll see you at home.”

when chris confronts the locker room once more he tries to part ways with everyone graciously, but they can see through him. he can’t get out of there quick enough, and yet everyone is just as excited to watch him leave.

none of them have ever seen him like this. he’s never seen himself like this, and despite being horrified of that in the past, there’s nothing holding him back anymore.

he tries not to get too antsy on the drive home, and you’re buzzing equally as much as you chat with your friends.

chris keeps working himself up even thinking about being close to you, about actually getting to belong to you. he’s missed having you in his hands, in the most innocent and sinful ways possible.

he beats you back by a few minutes, so he hangs around in the front yard like a dog, kicking at the dirt to try and distract himself.

by the time you come walking down the street, laughing along with cassidy and ramona, he feels like his heart is going haywire. your face coming into focus under the street light only makes it worse, because you look so damn perfect.

when you catch sight of him your expression transforms immediately; you’re somehow more visibly timid, but he can also tell that you’re dying to speak.

“‘sup chris?” cassidy nods, arms crossed over her chest as she turns with ramona toward their house.

“pleasure to see you ladies again.” he charms, giving a little two finger salute.

they both giggle and wave him off, whispering amongst themselves as they leave the two of you alone. its just like his first time ever laying eyes on you, because he’s equally as entranced as he was three years ago.

“hey.” he takes a couple steps forward, hands still in his pockets.

you can tell he’s actually a bit reserved, which surprises you. chris has always been good at reading you, at calling you out, and it’s hard to believe that he can’t pick up on the fact that you’re so far beyond gone.

“hi there.” you smile and get a little closer, and he almost falls to his knees.

a few more paces forward and you’d be face to face, so close that his nose would probably brush against yours. so he moves, one foot at a time, just to give you the opportunity to say no.

but you don’t, and you know that you never will, so you ask him the one question on your mind. “do you really want to talk?”

chris blushes for what seems like the millionth time, shaking his head slowly.

“what do you think?”

he’s towering over you a bit now, stopped only a couple inches away to keep some semblance of space. you don’t want it, and he doesn’t either, so you reel him flush against you by the waistband of his sweats.

“i think you should tell me you love me one more time.” you tease, drinking in the intoxicating smell of that goddamn dior.

chris leans in the rest of the way so his mouth is hovering over yours, even though it’s suffocating to do so. “i love you. i’ll say it as many times as ya like, princess.”

your stomach is flipping. you can’t help it anymore.

so you kiss him. you wrap your arm around his torso and you pull him as close as possible and you just fucking kiss him.

he’s already melting into you, hand tangling in your hair instinctively to tug. it’s sloppy, heated, everything you’ve been holding back for weeks. tasting your signature chapstick is enough to get him all bothered, to the point where it’s embarrassing.

it’s the start of something new, all while you’re standing in the same fucking driveway where this really began.

you pull away completely breathless, though you don’t wait to slip your hand into his. chris stumbles slightly over his feet as you pull him along, a little taken aback by the change in pace.

“what, can’t keep up?” you joke as you ascend the porch with him in tow.

he finds his balance quickly, though, hot on your heels now. his palm comes down to slap your ass playfully as you’re headed through the front door and you shriek out a laugh.

“i do just fine, thank you very much.”

he’s quick to reattach himself to you, so quick in fact that you’re barely able to close the door behind you.

it’s honestly hard to even get up to his room because of how much he’s all over you; kissing your neck from behind, running his hands over waist, dragging his fingers up and down every part of your body.

chris has missed you for too long to let any second go to waste. you’re giggling in between tiny little breaths of pleasure, attempting to hold them back some, but he wants to hear more.

you carelessly stagger into his room and he kicks the door shut behind him before breaking away. chris finally takes a moment to pause so that he can turn you around and admire you.

“you know what you do to me in that jersey, seeing you out there wearing my name.” chris growls, sliding his hands underneath the synthetic material to grip your warm skin.

you push your hips to him harder, smirking when you feel his hard-on press against your lower stomach. “mhmm, you gonna do anything about it before everyone gets back?”

his hands travel higher at this, skimming up the sides of your body as it bunches up around your chest. you get the message, so you lift your arms to help him take it off only for him to toss it to the floor a second later.

“fuck ‘em…i wanna take my time with you.” chris brushes your hair over your shoulder gently.

you try not to shiver. the anticipation is killing you as he cups the side of your neck, forcing you to retreat slowly until your legs meet his bed. his chest rises and falls heavily while he looks at you, familiarizing himself with every detail again.

you take the next step and sink down, laying your back against the mattress. your hair is like a halo around you, and chris shakes his head slightly.

his knee comes in between your legs to make room for himself, and you’re turned on just watching him devour you with his eyes.

“y’look like a fuckin’ angel.” he sighs, planting his arms by your shoulders so he can hover above you now.

you tilt your head, daring him to capture your lips again. “you gonna treat me like one?”

“long as you act like one.” he taunts back.

without a second thought you fasten your legs around his waist, pulling him right against your core so you can really feel. those tight little yoga pants don’t hide your warmth, and chris lets out an involuntary groan.

“fine, have it your way.”

he shifts his weight so he can wrap one hand around your throat, and the pressure is so enjoyable that you place your own palm over his to let him know it.

your other one travels to the back of his head, gripping his roots as his mouth connects with your neck harshly.

he’s leaving his mark again, not caring how childish it is to be putting hickies in this spot specifically. chris wants everyone to see them, to know that it’s real this time, and you’re his.

you selfishly don’t care either. neither of you have said the words yet, but you’re together, and it excites you that everyone will be able to look at the proof.

he lingers in every spot, working his way to your collarbone as he rocks against you. you’re a whining mess, his hard bulge rubbing against your center perfectly, and it only gets worse when the fingers around your neck move to squeeze your tits.

the fact that your bra is unlined makes it even more arousing, the lace brushing against your hardened nipple as he pinches one between his pointer and middle.

“missed you so much.” he grumbles, his hot breath fanning across your skin while he drags his lips down further, sliding his body through your legs, “you were driving me insane.”

the kisses he presses against your stomach makes you tense slightly from the sheer amount of butterflies. chris gets closer and closer to the top of your pants, lowering his body far enough to kneel at the side of his bed.

he finally abandons his position briefly so he can look up at you through his lashes. you’ve never seen a prettier goddamn sight.

“tell me you need me, baby.” he challenges, and you’re dying to have him touching you again in any way.

“i need you, chris. so bad, please.” you beg, squirming slightly to try to get closer.

but he keeps you where you are, slowly pulling the silky material down your hips, mouth trailing along every part of you as he goes. you gasp at the sensation, only unhooking your ankles for a second to allow him to fully tug them off.

he doesn’t hesitate before he clutches the outside of both of your legs and tugs you toward his face, keeping them planted around his shoulders as his elbows dig into the mattress.

“that’s what i thought.” chris smirks, leaving more tantalizing kisses up the middle of your thighs.

your breath hitches the closer he gets, his stubble scraping your skin slightly as he ventures on. your fingers tangle in his roots when his lips finally trace along the seam of your panties, which are already humiliatingly damp.

one of his hands reaches further over your hips to shove them to the side, and feeling his fingers brush you even slightly makes you shudder just a bit.

“fucking do something.” you’re the one pleading now, though not as publicly.

chris’s laugh fans across your wetness, and goosebumps crawl their way up your skin.

“been waiting for those words.”

finally, he presses his lips against your core and you mutter a soft incoherent curse. his tongue slips out to glide across the delicate skin, for just long enough that your back arches off of the comforter.

he groans and you feel it vibrating right through you. chris has been craving you for so long, and he wasn’t sure he’d ever be in this position again.

he’s already completely pussy-drunk, because his plan was to draw it out, really make you tick. but he can’t hold back; he got a taste and now he’s eating like it’s his last time, nose bumping your sensitive bud as he teases your entrance.

“shit—chris!” you cry out, gripping his hair harder in your knuckles.

he murmurs again in appreciation, because he’s always loved the feeling, and you quiver slightly from the sensation. it’s too much all at once and yet it’s never enough.

your legs instinctively tighten around his head as he works his tongue up and down fully, making sure he hits every tender spot over and over. it’s magic, however he does it.

you can feel the climax brewing in your stomach as your toes curl slightly, and chris notices your body beginning to shake more frequently.

it was gentle at first, but he’s since picked up the pace, forcing you to grind down on his face as he clutches your around his head. his fingers slide over a bit more, applying pressure to your bundle of nerves in consistent circles.

“oh fuck, gonna make me cum baby.” you barely manage to get it out between moans.

hearing you call him baby only spurs him on, his own erection begging to be freed as continues to work your cunt.

the combined pressure has you whimpering in satisfaction, head thrown back which you know is effectively messing up your hair. your eyes are screwed shut now, lips parted because you can’t seem to stop making noise.

“that’s it, sweetheart. you love my mouth so much, huh?” he pauses only for a second to goad, fingers still deliberately switching paces to draw out the ecstasy.

but then he buries his face again, flicking over your clit at the fastest speed of the night. it’s probably the most intense he’s ever been and you gasp, your breath catching in your throat before a loud whine escapes.

the stimulation is finally too much and you can’t hold back, muscles constricting as you reach your high.

chris doesn’t stop for the entire ride down, though his tongue does grow lazier as you finish for the first time of the night. he doesn’t want to let go of you, finally breaking his contact with your core only to press his wet lips against the inside of your thighs once again.

“jesus christ.” you pant, finally releasing his fluffy hair from your grip.

he chuckles slightly, peppering kisses across your legs until he’s content. “m’not done with you yet. strip.”

even though you’re still hazy from the first round, you’re surprisingly quick to follow direction. you arch your back more and unhook your frilly bra, chucking it somewhere behind you.

chris finally stands back up from his spot on the floor, and you make quick work pushing your underwear down your hips and kicking them off as he watches.

“look who’s finally listening.” he jokes with a grin.

you roll your eyes, and then a new impulse takes over; you want him to know who he belongs to now. so you sit up with him in between your legs, which surprises him enough that he’s still for a moment.

you take the opportunity to mess with the hem of his tee, slowly sliding your palms underneath and up his stomach.

“i showed you mine.” you hint, ghosting your lips over his now-exposed torso.

this time chris is the one obeying, pulling his shirt the rest of the way for you. his dick is right up against your chest, clearly straining through his sweats at this point.

you let your hands wander back down his body, nails skimming along his happy trail until you reach the top of his pants. he’s quick, yanking them down with his boxers and shoving both further away on his floor.

“really wanna ride you.” you whisper, palming him just enough.

he groans at the gentleness of your touch; he’s extra sensitive now that he’s completely exposed. precum is already leaking from his tip, so you swipe your thumb across it and his hips buck a bit in response.

you slide the slick across his shaft, pumping slowly because it’s your turn to provoke him.

“i’d literally do anything you asked.” chris can hear how weak his voice is as he caresses your hair, and he’s genuinely concerned that his eyes have permanently become hearts.

you look up at him, craning slightly to rest your cheek in his palm, and he swears he could cum right then until you pull your hand away.

“lay down.” your voice is low, sultry, and he’s hypnotized.

all he can do is move on your command, shifting past you to sprawl out across his bed, erection slapping against his waist. he barely has time to settle on his pillows before you’re crawling his direction, tossing a leg over his lap so that you can straddle him.

chris hisses out a prayer, hands going to your hips as your wetness comes in contact with his. you’re hovering, enticing him even more as you lightly slide against his base.

“quit—aahhh—teasing me.” he hums, grinding his own erection up against you harder to try and help himself out.

“can’t handle it?” you smirk, even though the truth is that neither of you can bear the torment of taking it slow.

“you’re a lot to handle.”

you know he’s messing around, but your palms press against his shoulders nonetheless so you can lift yourself a bit higher, which makes him whine in protest at the loss of contact.

you shake your head slightly, a patronizing grin finding finding its way to your face. “better get used to it, pretty boy.”

then one hand wraps around his pulsating cock, pressing his swollen head against your lips before you sink down onto it in its entirety. chris whimpers out a muddled sentence, and tight swears fumble out of your own throat as he stretches you out.

chris is overwhelmed by the rush of having you wrapped around him. you haven’t even started moving; you’re just letting him take it in, the same way that you are as he floods your senses.

“so goddamn perfect for me, fill me up so good.” you praise, finally starting to rock your hips at a grating speed.

the compliment gets to his head, and he didn’t think it was possible for you to turn him on more than you already do. he’s rutting into you seconds later, matching your pace instinctively just like you knew he would. you’ve never been bare with him like this, and you lean into the thrill as much as possible.

the passionate tempo helps ease you into his size, though you’ll admit you’ve missed the delicious sensation of having to break yourself in.

chris chokes on his breath, his fingers digging into your sides hard enough now to leave a bruise. “holy shit.”

his words spur you on and you start to really bounce, skin slapping skin as you both try to contain the sounds of pure bliss falling past your lips.

you spread your legs even wider, which allows you to feel every bulging inch of him pounding into you. your nails rake down his abdomen, leaving little lines of red in their wake.

he can’t get enough of the way you fold around him, and it finally crosses his mind that there’s nothing protecting you.

“condom.” chris grits through his teeth, not slowing his momentum despite what he just said.

“buy me a plan b after, need you raw.” you reply quickly, voice pinched as your chest heaves.

you’ve never been careless like this, and it definitely won’t happen again. but right now, having nothing standing between the two of you is all you’re craving. he’s relishing it, truly being skin to skin.

his hands travel to clutch the curve of your ass, helping slam you down so he can hit the right spot, and even now it’s still not close enough. he adores you too much; it’ll never be enough, because he’s always going to want more.

he’s gasping at this point, trying to keep his eyes open just so he can watch you in all your glory. it’s dim in his room and you’re perfectly backlit, tits bouncing as your hair flits around your face.

you’re the most gorgeous thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

every stroke feels better than the last, and your stomach flips each time he drives himself into that sensitive area. you’re clenching hard now, tugging on his cock rhythmically to the point where he’s twitching inside.

“oh-h my god, fuckin love you. my pretty girl.” chris groans, addicted to the excitement of saying it out loud.

that familiar fire burns in your gut, somehow more fierce than the first. you’re tensing again, trying not to get too careless with your pace as your whimpers grow in intensity.

“m’close—i can’t…” you stutter, brain jumbled with incoherent thoughts.

he props his own legs up slightly, using the last bit of his strength to buck into you. he draws out every last second, because he’d live right here forever if he could.

“give it to me, princess, don’t hold back.” chris prompts breathlessly, his vision blurring as his climax rapidly approaches.

your hips connect sloppily a few more times and it crashes over the both of you at once. the room echos with pants and moans of gratification, a thin layer of sweat painting your skin as you come down from your second orgasm of the night.

you feel him release too, painting your walls in a divine warmth that you’re not used to. you’re so strung out that even the tiniest bits of friction you’re still receiving have you gnawing on the inside of your cheek to control yourself.

finally both of your movements slow to a stop, letting the moment settle for a moment as you catch your breath.

you’re closer that you were before, practically chest to chest with him aside from your hands, so you tilt your forehead to his and give him a gentle peck.

“i’m obsessed.” he mumbles against your mouth before you pull away.

you smile, slowly shifting off of him so you can force yourself into the crook of his arm instead. “you’re just figuring that out now?”

“i always knew, trust me.” chris banters, wrapping his bicep around you to pull you tighter against his side.

you sigh as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head. “so this is real? we’re actually together?”

“if you’ll have me, but i’m yours either way.”

he’s so open, so quick to admit how he actually feels, and it’s everything you’ve been waiting for.

“good, because i’m kind of in love with you and i’ve never been a sharer.”

he chuckles at this, and it already feels so natural. everything has fallen into place, and you're just glad you’re not wasting any more time not experiencing this.

“but you’re not fully forgiven until you buy me that plan b, seriously.” you poke his side playfully and this time you both laugh.

“i think i can make that happen.” chris responds sarcastically, unable to fight the permanent smile that seems to be taking over his features.

every part of him is so content, and it’s the most alive he’s ever been. you bring him to life.

he’s not sure he’ll ever understand how he got lucky enough to fight his way back into your world, but he’ll never take it for granted.

it’s always been you, the bewitching girl next door.

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whatifitis · 2 months ago

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♡ I watched it begin again - LN 4 ♡

Summary: You've moved on and found happiness... when Lando reappears and tells you something you truly never expected to hear, but something you had also wished for for so long.

Author's Note: this is the much awaited part 2 to 'i wish you would've stay'. i wanna say a quick thank you to those who read part 1 and shared your thoughts on it, it really made me feel so special 😭 this part would not have been written without yall <3

WC: 2415

CW: fluff, maybe a very little amount of angst? pettiness, if you squint there's a sort of thrupple, or whatever the 4 count of that word is, hinting, overuse of song references

“Okay, I think it’s done.”

“Yay! I can finally see this masterpiece you’ve created.” you smiled.

“Eh, masterpiece is a bit of a reach. But I definitely tried my hardest to capture your beautiful soul.”

“Ohhh, shush you. Flattering me so much.”

“It’s so you don’t hate me after you see this monstrosity.”

“Okay, enough yapping. Show me.”

You watched as he took a deep breath and turned the sketchbook towards you.

“Oh. My. God.” you try to stifle your laugh.

“Why are you laughing?” Gabe chuckled.

“I’m not laughing. It’s beautiful. Oh my- Where were you when it was time for senior photos?”

“No. Fuck off. That’s rude.” you watched as Gabe tossed a pillow at you and tried to refrain from laughing as hard as you are.

You were laughing so hard it was getting hard to breathe and tears were rolling down your face. Being with Gabe always felt so high school in a way. There was no pressure or drama within this place. It was just love.

You and Gabe have been dating for a little over a year and it’s been the greatest time of your life. When the two of you met, you really weren’t looking for anything. You were focused on work and getting your life in line when he happened.

Since he’s come into your life, it’s like everythings brighter. And while that may sound cliche, it’s true. He makes everything feel miniscule, like as long as he’s there at the end of the day, everything will be okay.

He was something new as well. For so long, you had spent your time around boys and their expensive cars like range rovers and Aston Martins, but Gabe is just Gabe. He’s a real person who enjoys the same things that you do and he truly loves you for you. And he loves spending time with you. On your first date, he wasn’t ready for the date to be over, so he asked you to walk around Kohl’s with him. And still, to this day, he asks if you want to walk around Kohl’s together, just for a few more moments with you.

He was the king of your heart.

“Oh shit, I gotta get going. I have that meeting with Matt tomorrow about working on that album.” Gabe said as he stood up from the couch and stretched, “Can we meet for lunch? I don’t think I can wait all day to see you again.” pulling you closer to him, softly gripping your waist.

“Definitely, I might be a bit late cause I need to talk to Marjorie about letting me in on that case.”

“Amazing.” he said as he pressed his lips to yours, feeling your soft lips on his and pouring himself into you.

The two of you pull apart and you walk him to the door of your apartment.

“See you tomorrow, my love.”

“Call me when you get home, please.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Gabe jokes, “At home, I’ve got to greet the most demanding and most precious person in my life. She deserves all my attention.”

“Olive is a cat and she is far from precious.”

“You’re just jealous she prefers lying on me rather than you.”

“We’re girls! There’s a girl code and she’s not sticking to it.”

“I’ll see if I can talk some sense into her then. For the love of my life.” Gabe says, pecking your lips one final time before walking off.

“Save some time for me.” you called out.

“All my time is yours, my darling.”

He turns the corner and once he’s out of sight, you step back into your apartment and close the door. You turn your back to press against the door and you couldn’t help the giddy smile that spread across your face. Even after all this time, he still makes your heart skip.

You started to get ready for bed and had just settled into your bedsheets when your phone started playing your ringtone for Gabe, ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ by Rick Astley. You don’t remember exactly how it became one of your songs, but it somehow made its way there. You’d even joked with him how if the two of you ever broke up, you hoped that Rick Rolling would become a thing again so that he would be tormented with the thought of you.

You picked up the phone to hear some shuffling on the other line. “Hello?” you call out.

“Hey, sorry. I was just taking off my jacket. I made it home.”

“Amazing. How’s home?”

“It’s okay. Would be better if you were here with me.”

“You just spent all day with me. Are you not sick of me?” you half-joked.

“I could never be sick of you. You’re my favorite thing the universe gifted us on earth.”

“Stop. You’re gonna make me cry.”

“I’m sorry, my love. I don’t like making you cry, unless it’s from laughter. Ya know, you’re really pretty when you laugh.”

“Only when I laugh?” you poke.

“Nuh uh. You’re always pretty. So pretty that it almost kills me. But I really like it when you laugh. Especially when I’m the one making you laugh.”

“I like it when you make me laugh too.” you are practically melting at this man's words. He always has you wrapped around his finger and you think he knows. But little do you know, that’s how he feels about you.

You turn to look at the clock by your bedside and sigh. Even after having him all day, somehow you just want him more.

“I gotta go to sleep now, my angel. If I sleep now, I can get at least 7 hours of sleep.” you huff.

“You should really sleep earlier so you can actually sleep well. We both know you’re not sleeping 7 hours with your sleeping habits.”

“Yeahhhh. Whatever. I’ll see you tomorrow, darling.”

“I’ll be waiting, love.”

The silence sounds after the beep. Was this what true love felt like? Is this how it feels to be loved? How long has it been since someone made you feel like this? For a while, you thought the plane was going down. But someway, somehow, Gabe turned it right around. He would literally break his back to make you break a smile. For the first time ever, you were falling in love with someone who was falling in love with you.

The next morning, after some strenuous phone calls and exhausting meetings, you excitedly made your way to the restaurant you were meeting Gabe at. You were running a bit early so you decided to take the scenic route to the restaurant, knowing Gabe wouldn’t be there for another 20 minutes.

You were enjoying the afternoon sun and the fresh air that came with it when you heard something from behind, “Y/n?”

Why does this person sound familiar? He sounds like… like someone but you can’t quite place your finger on it.

“Y/n, is that you?”

When you turn to see who it is, you’re met with them. Those eyes, the eyes you used to dream of. But now they look different, they look so dull and tired. His frame looks lighter and his smile looks torn.

“Lando?”

“Wow, you look, I mean you look beautiful. You haven’t changed a bit since the last time I saw you.” he says, giving you a soft, shy smile.

“Yeah. It’s been quite some time.” “Sorry. Uh, how have you been?”

“I’ve been good. Really good, actually. How about you? How’s Hannah?”

“I’ve been okay and ehm, Hannah and I broke up last year.”

“Oh no. I’m sorry to hear. But I’m sure you’ll find someone. There’s plenty of fish in the sea, as they say.”

“Yeah. I’ve actually been thinking about you recently. Like, a lot.” he softly huffs.

“Oh.”

“I’ve been meaning to reach out but I wasn’t sure how. I’m actually glad I ran into you now.”

“Lando, I think you-”

“No, please. Let me explain myself, please.”

You stood there for a beat, not knowing that to say. You couldn’t get a single word out. Why? It was just Lando.

He watches your face, trying to study it and read what you’re thinking, but he can’t, “I have a lot to get off my chest. I won’t take long. Please.”

“Okay.”

With a deep inhale, Lando begins “I fucked up. Big time. I never should have, essentially, ghosted you. All you ever did was love me and care for me. But I just went off and dated another girl cause I didn’t realize it at the time. Y/n, if we’re being honest, I’m still in love with you. And it took a long time for me to realize. Everything is nothing without you. I’m nothing without you. I miss you so much and I regret ever letting you go. Can we start fresh, please? I won’t let you go this time. I’ll hold you closer than I ever did before.”

“I can’t. You hurt me a lot. It took me so long to realize I was going to be okay without you. It took me a long time to realize that it wasn’t my fault for you leaving. That I am good enough and capable of being loved. I’m happy now. I found someone that I love and who loves me. Like, truly loves me. He made me realize that nothing was wrong with me.”

“Oh. I didn’t know you were seeing someone. But, does he really make you happy? Happier than I ever made you?” there are tears brimming his eyes.

“Yeah, he does. I don’t get it, Lando. I was happy for you when you met Hannah, why can’t you be happy for me?”

“Because I know you still feel something for me. And I truly believe that the universe brought us here today for a reason. Our story isn’t over, y/n.”

“It is over. You can say we’ll be together someday, but things have changed. We’re not the same people we were before and I found my person.”

“So why can’t I stop feeling this way?” he says, a tear slipping down his face. “Because you’re human.” you say, reaching your hand to cup the side of his face, but you don’t. You stop yourself before your fingertips can feel his skin beneath yours because it isn’t fair to him.

“Do you regret me?” he asks through a wavering voice.

“No, I don’t regret you. You were one of the most beautiful chapters of my life and you taught me a lot. You know, I used to look for you in a sea of people, knowing you weren’t there. It’s kinda stupid cause we never really existed but-” “We did exist. Just not in the way we should’ve. The way we could’ve if I wasn’t a massive fuck up.”

“You’re not a fuck up. Listen, there was happiness because of you and there was happiness after you. That’s just the way life goes. So there will be happiness after this.’’

“I don’t want there to be an after you. I’m trying my best. I pray that you’ll come back to me one day. And if you do, I’ll give up my hopes and dreams in F1 cause I’ll have my biggest dream of all. You.”

“You can’t change things by loving someone harder. I used to wish you would’ve stayed. But this isn’t a fairytale where you’re my knight in shining armor. I found someone who actually treats me well. And the cost of trying isn’t greater than the reward of having me, to him. He actually loves me and wants to be with me. I used to be so naive and I would get so lost in your eyes, I didn’t realize that being in love wasn’t fighting to have the upper hand.”

He’s near sobbing when he tells you, “I want to believe I haven’t lost you.”

“I’ll always be here for you. But I can’t be with you. It’s too late, Lando. My heart doesn’t soften to your name anymore.”

“Do you think there’s even a slight possibility that you could fall in love with me again?”

You look at him. This was the boy you once loved. The one you would’ve done anything for, even after everything he’d done. You used to wait for him to love you again. But now all you see is the boy who broke your heart and left you bereft and reeling.

“No. I hope you find love, Lando. I really do. But it won’t be me. Not anymore.”

With that, you turn your back to him and walk away. It might’ve been harsh, but you couldn’t stand there any longer. The result wouldn't be different if you’d stayed longer and comforted him. You’re happy with Gabe and he has never given you a reason to doubt him. You’d been hurt enough by Lando. But every little moment led you right to where you should be.

When you finally arrived at the restaurant, Gabe was already there. When he sees you, it’s like he saw you for the first time. There was a sparkle in his eyes and the toothiest grin spread across his face.

He stands to greet you with a kiss that could heal every wound that might have reopened today. He pulls a chair out for you and takes his seat right at your side.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hi. I’m sorry I’m late. It’s a long story and I can tell you all about it later. Right now I just want it to be us. Let the world fade away for a bit.”

“Sounds like a plan then. I already ordered your Coke with a lime. It should be on its way.” Gabe says as he plants a thousand soft kisses on your hand. He’s been doing it a lot lately, now that you think about it.

“You’ve been kissing my hand a lot recently. Why?” you ask out of curiosity.

“Because whenever I kiss your hand, you hold my face.”

Gabe is a daydream and you’re the one he’s walking to. You think he’s the one thing you got right.

You hear your phone ping on the table. You quickly open it to mute it for your lunch date but the text on the screen catches your eye.

Oscah: So should Lily and I meet you guys at your place or ours? 😉

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romana-after-dark · 4 months ago

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Dirty Old Man

Dark!Old Man!Logan x fem!reader

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Summary: Logan is your driver, and one day he gets tired of keeping his hands to himself. Logan's POV.

Warnings: NON CON! DDDNE!!!!! Alcohol consumption, breeding kink but reader is on birth control. slapping. big, girthy, throbbing, rock hard age gap. crying, dirty talk. Absolutely wild slut shaming and misogyny in Logan's head. Seriously yall he's bad here. Theres nothing redeeming about him.

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He’d been watching you for longer than you realized.

Logan was used to taking odd jobs, having just enough to get by and when he tires of one place or another, he quits and finds somewhere else. But this right here? Yeah, he was sticking around for a bit.

You were a stupid little thing, silly and bubble head with a great pair of tits and a niave view of the world. He was your driver, taking you all around the streets of New York, anywhere from fancy gala’s to Sex and the City style luncheons -wait no it’s called brunch-, Sex and the City style brunches, to sleepovers with friends. Every time you hoped in the pretentious car, you slid in the back with a hello, and hopped out with a goodbye and a thank you. Today was no different.

A little crisp out for such a small dress, don’t you think?

Fall was coming, even if it grew later and later every year for the leaves to turn yellow and the wind to cool around you. Still, it never stopped dumb girls like you from dressing in the skimpiest little things, just tempting nasty old men like him, testing, teasing, until there was a consequence. You really needed to learn a lesson, didn’t you? One by one, Logan dropped off your slutty little friends, all dressed in an aray of orange and red and black and all the fall colors that were fashionable for bimbo’s like them to pay attention to. This wasn’t all your friend he’d driven to the club, some of them probably went off to get railed by some horny college student who just had to compliment them once or twice and they were sliding their underwear to the side.

You weren’t like them. You were wearing white, as pure as the day you were born, your sweet little head too filled up with thoughts of sunshine and flowers to be someone who’d let a man touch you like that. That’s why Logan wasn’t going to be ‘let’, he was going to take.

Drunk like your father every evening trying to drown out your nagging mother, you babbled on about the evening to him after your last friend left, filling him in on all the innocent fun you had at the club. You weren’t like the others, you didn’t grind on men or kiss your friends for attention or snort coke, you were happy with a several drinks and a good time.

“Back home, bub?” He asks you, looking through the rearview mirror.

“Yes, please, Mr. Smith.” You replied with his alias. He wanted to make you scream Logan, Logan, Logan. A pause. “Where are we?”

Logan had pulled into an empty alley, smirking at the knit of your eyebrows in confusion. “Gotta check the back tire, bub. Seems off.”

You were too drunk and stupid to question him. Naive girl, so trusting. He went to the back right tire, near wear you sat, and bent over pretending to look, knowing you well enough to know you’d open the door and peek out.

“Wha- *hiccup* what is it, Mr. Smiff?”

He chuckles at you slurring his faux name.

“You can just call me Logan, kid, I told yuh that.” Logan stands, bracing his arm over the car frame, leaning over you. “Everything, I’m afraid.”

You blink up at him in confusion. “Everything?”

“Yeah baby, looks like we’re gonna have to kill some time.” He makes his move, pushing you onto the leather seats and shoving you down. For a moment, you don’t struggle, just a yelp of surprise but Logan can see the realization of what's happening dawn in your eyes. Then, you slap him.

“Big mistake, kid.” Two slaps, one after the other in quick succession, are delivered to your sweet face, letting you know that however you fight, you’ll be punished. “Won’t help yuh to fight, sweetcheeks, only gonna make it worse.” He watches the tears well up in your eyes, your pretty lip quivering, but you don’t fight. You give in. He chuckles. “Well that was easy.”

Logan spreads your legs, grinding his clothed erection over your white underwear, making you whimper. “P-please don’t… I’m sorry, I-I I don’t-”

“Shhhhh, princess…” Logan wipes a tear from your face, nuzzling his beard against your neck. “Just be good for me, this will all be over soon, okay? But be that sweet girl I know you are.”

A dizzy, tired ‘okay’ and Logan leaned back to undo his pants where his crisp white shirt was tucked in. As expected, you simply stayed laid back and didn’t fight or try to get away. Such a good girl. “Take your panties off for me.”

You shake your head. “Don’t make me…”

All he had to do was narrow his eyes at you and you were scrambling to do as he said, making you complicite.

“See? I knew you wanted this.”

Sliding into you was heaven, feeling you clench around him in fear, the tension of your body manifesting in squeezing him cock even as you got wet around him. He was your first, he knew that. Inside himself, he knew that, even if you hadn’t said. Because of course you hadn’t? Who would share that with her driver?

“Fuck princess, look at you…” Logan grunted as he began to thrust, watching your tits in that braless dress bounce. “Taking this old man cock so good, aren’t’cha? Yeah, just look at you…” He grabbed your hair harshly, yanking you up so you were bent over. You scream in pain, but quickly quiet yourself with little sobs instead as he forces you to watch him violating you, entering and withdrawing and entering again until he lets go, letting you flop back once more.

Logan’s cock slams inside you, and Logan bets you can feel him inside you, feel him prodigy at your womb, ready to be bred like a good girl like your deserves.

“Are you on birth control?”

“Y-yes” You cry, covering your face in embarrassment. Are you lying? No, no he can see the little rod in your arm. He grab your tender flesh, and you cry out briefly again as he feels the stupid fucking implant in you, thumbing over it as he growls in frustration. He wanted to get you knocked up, make sure you were the stupid girl who got herself pregnant after he ditched town, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

He gropes your tits through the dress, slapping at the side to make you yelp before moving on downward. You were awfully wet for someone who was crying.

��Poor girl… is the mean old man taking your virginity? I know, I know, I’m the worst.” He swirls a finger over your slicked up clit, making your body jolt. “Fuck, such a sensative girl around you. Been years since I fucked someone so sweet and innocent, you’re -fuuuuuck, princess- you’re every dirty old man’s dream, you know that?”

He felt your cunt tighten at that, and he barks a laugh. “Ha! Don’t think I didn’t feel that, sweet cheeks. That make you hot? You like knowing old creeps think of our naked body while fisting their cocks?”

You cover your face. “No!”

“Princess, don’t fucking lie to me. Come on.” Logan touched your body, knowing he could bring you pleasure, wanting to feel your first orgasm gushing on his cock. “Give it to me, come on this old man cock, be the dirty whore I know you wanna be.”

Your cry into your hands as your body betrays you, orgasming hard enough it pulled his own climax out of him. Even though he knew you wouldn’t get pregnant, Logan loved knowing that he was pumping load after load of his hot seed into your virgin pussy, knowing it would leak out of your for days. Morning after morning you wake up to his cum sliding out of your, reminding you that you’re nothing but a dirty old man's whore.

The whole ride to your penthouse, you laid in the back of the car, never moving from where he left you. When Logan pulled up to the building, he put his arm on the other backrest, looking down at you. “You tell anyone about this,” He let his claws fly out of his fisted hand. You could only flinch, your eyes drooping heavily. “I’ll end you, and whoever you tell. Got it?” Logan waits until you nod. “Good. Now get the fuck out of my car.”

Later…

You lay in bed, staring at your phone though the tears in your eyes. A shower couldn’t wash off the feeling of him in and on you, so you just gave up, stumbling into bed with your most comfortable clothes.

Your screen showed a message your forgot to respond to before getting drunk.

Remy Boo <3: Bon soir, cher. Text me when you’re home so I know you’re safe.

You couldn’t tell him. Logan said he’d kill you and whoever you told… but if you didn’t respond, Remy would pull up to the penthouse and check on you. You did give him a key, and you owed him a response. He was your boyfriend, after all.

You: I’m home!!!! Had a great night with the girls. Im tired. Ttyl.

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milksnake-tea · 6 months ago

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hey all !! normally i wouldn't engage in something like this on my blog, but considering that it's happening to a friend of mine, i felt i had an obligation to speak out. sorry for clogging up the tags/interrupting your scrolling 😭

tldr: @/hxveneru has stolen the works of my good friend @lowkeyren not once, but twice and is deleting any comments calling them out.

edit: they've changed their user to @/yneri; if you've blocked them already, this doesn't really matter bc they're still blocked :) reminder to not engage with them, they're just looking for attention. block and ignore!

i know. fun stuff. proof is under the cut.

please note that i'm doing this of my own accord, and the only involvement ren has had in this post is me asking for permission to post it since, well, it's an issue mainly affecting her.

also i should say beforehand but. don't ??? send them death threats please 😭 we are better than that. i'm mainly making this to spread awareness about the issue :)

reblogs are appreciated to spread awareness.

first stolen work is ren's oneshot "drunk words, sober thoughts!" for aventurine here.

as you can see, it was posted on June 15th, a little over two months before hxveneru posted their own oneshot.

for reference. hxveneru is a new blog and all of their posts are in the month of september, proven here via their archive.

and here's the two oneshots side by side, with ren's on the left and the stolen one on the right.

notice how the oneshots are exactly word-for-word except for the title and synopsis? even the author's note is exactly the same. obviously i can't fit the whole thing here, but this should be enough.

honestly it's. i have to laugh at the audacity to just copy and paste like hello???

and here's the second work that was copied, with hxveneru's "diff scenarios w hsr men" taking from drabbles from two of ren's works.

these are the two fics that were stolen from, with their dates attached. both are posted far before september. links are here and here if you want to double check..

now let's look at the drabbles that were - once again, copy and pasted. first is blade's, again with ren on the left and the stolen one on the right (ren's is circled bc they didn't take the hcs part).

and here is the sunday drabble that was stolen.

so far, those are the only works posted on their blog. i was also informed that they had apparently stolen from @/exuvianen's post here but deleted it, but since said post is deleted, we don't have evidence for that so take it with a grain of salt.

but yeah! just wanted to let yall know out there, especially since the plagiarized works have already gained some traction and have 100+ notes on them. i've talked about them vaguely on my blog before, so if this sounds familiar, yeah this is them.

plagiarism is shitty, i shouldn't have to say that. it is not that hard to just write your own stuff. i know validation and publicity make you feel good, but stealing someone else's hard work is not the way to go. writers already have enough to deal with. just don't do it. what's the point of getting validation if it's not even your work?

again, don't send death threats, please. that's a bit far, and they likely won't even do anything since the plagiarizer has already been called out before and this was their response.

not a single ounce of remorse or shame. people have gotten way too comfortable on here.

also "who the hell is ren anyway" bestie you blocked her 😭😭 and ignored her ask to you. that's why ren can't dm her to sort it out privately btw, in case you were wondering.

anyways! that's all i have to say, thanks for sticking around this long and have a great rest of your day. hxveneru if you see this. hi ig ?? id say smth to you but i doubt you'd take it seriously so i won't <3

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chweverni · 1 year ago

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HOW I THINK _ bonedo 'n their love languages ! (pt.2)

pairing; ot6!bonedo x fem!reader synopsis; how would your adorable boyfriend(s) express their love for you? word count; 614 author's note; pt.2 is here!! wooo what are yall's thoughts on a taesan fic involving love potions? i got the idea a while back but idk if the commitment is there lmfaoo

read pt.1 here !

KIM DONG HYUN - physical touch/gift giving & receiving !

ESFJs are.. interesting. when they're in love, every little thing their partners do, affect the way they judge their relationship. here, leehan would definitely be the one who's into physical affection a lot. for him, a day without your hugs and kisses, or cuddles right after waking up, is enough for him to jump into conclusions that maybe your day was bad, or that you had a nightmare. he'd do everything, in his favors to make your day better. leaving you in bed, with a forehead kiss, and going out of his way to bring you breakfast in bed is something i definitely think he'll do a lot! the type to be totally into pda because he desperately needs people to know that he has the most prettiest, cutest, sexiest, smartest and loving girlfriend on this entire planet!

think of gifts such as flowers, hand-made cards, CDs or cassettes, rings, things he made in art classes such as little pots, drawings, tickets to concerts or amusement parks, because he loves to spoil his babe a lot and would swim across oceans just to get you the things you like. and this would totally go both ways, too. you would exchange gifts whenever there's a special day you both would like to cherish together.

he'll probably get you hot water bags, chocolates, snacks and warm blankets when you're on your period and would check up on you frequently to make sure you're doing fine. he would give back rubs whenever you're having cramps, while you sleep helplessly on your bed.

"i made you this during pottery classes.. see the flowers here? they're real! i glazed them afterwards.", he'll say proudly, with his adorable eye smile.

you'd kiss him immediately right there and then, which he would return in a heartbeat.

KIM WOONHAK - quality time/physical affection !

another ENFP, who has an unhealthy obsession of being with and around you 24/7 because he just loves you a lot, he can't help it okay? for him, one second without you feels like eternity. you two spend every second together, being literally attached at the hip. the type to send you messages like, "i wish you lived next to me, so that whenever i wake up, i could just stick some notes in my window, wishing you good morning, hoping you'd see them.", knowing that you'd have to literally run out of your house to reach school on time if that happened. he's the one who yaps a lot in the relationship, while all you can do is either listen with full interest, or feed into his interests by asking him more. and if you do both, he'll probably be planning a future with you, far away from the main lands, because he wants you to himself.

the type to give you surprise hugs whenever you're fully focused on something, like reading a book, to see you flinch. he'll probably be into the concept of cheek touching, as a form of greeting you. be prepared for random kisses on your cheek, nose, forehead, lips, hands and knuckles through out the day, because poor baby just cannot get enough! think of teddy bear hugs, and him resting his chin on your shoulder.

he's totally the type to fall asleep in the bus/train ride home after school, leaning to your body or shoulder, while one of your earbuds is still playing faint music, to help him sleep.

"can you come over, baby? pretty please? i promise this is the last time i'm asking you this! i miss you.", even though it probably will continue to happen every single day.

that's it! i hope i did them justice as usual <3

thanks for checking in on my blog, love you, bye!

all creds to chweverni only on tumblr !

#boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor x reader #boynextdoor #leehan fluff #leehan imagines #leehan boynextdoor #leehan x reader #woonhak imagines #woonhak x reader #boynextdoor woonhak #woonhak fluff #these two <3333

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daegustae · 2 years ago

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champagne problems | jeon jungkook

pairing ; groom!jungkook x wedding planner!reader.

genre ; smut, angst | one-shot

summary ; the story we won’t tell is my greatest fantasy

word count ; 4.1k

chapter warnings ; infidelity, smut (18+), oral (f. receiving), bigdick!jungkook, multiple s3x positions, explicit language, creampie, unprotected s3x (yall know better), slight cockwarming, mentions of illness | plot twist at the end dont k!ll me pls

a/n ; this was inspired by champagne problems obv AND the apartment we won’t share by niki jhsdjds IDK I WAS JUST LISTENING TO IT AND THEN BAM HERE COMES THIS AU . this is not edited.

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“Nothing?” Hobi shakes his head no, pouting as he watches the screen in front of him waiting for a miracle to happen. You look at the letters written on your wall Garam Event Management Studios. It was your dream to have a business like this. An organizer for different types of events. At first, your business was doing exceptional, always fully-booked, never having a free day but better than you’re experiencing right now. Dry and dull. You even had to let go of some of your employees considering that you won’t be able to pay them due to this crisis.

“We won’t last a month” you sigh your head in frustration, thinking about what went wrong in your business. You can’t help but be in denial, this crisis started when your father purposely embarrassed you at that one dinner party, claiming that your business will eventually close down so people shouldn’t bother to get your services. His reason? Because you refused to work at his company where you’ll be the next CEO. To be fair, you were tired of being ordered around and being an office slave.

But humiliating you that night was uncalled for. Especially everything that happened before that confrontation.

“We just have to boost our ads, we used to be in-demand.” used to.

“I’m sorry Hobi, this was because of me.” he frowns, looking at your slump figure on the couch.

“You have nothing to be sorry for” you look at him giving him a pout, suppressing the tears that are threatening to come out.

“Thank you for sticking with me” he nods standing up from his table as he makes his way to you giving you the tightest hug. You are honestly thankful of Hobi, he’s your best friend and out of all people he was the first one to support you with your business, even dropping his corporate job to join you as a full time event coordinator.

“We’ll be fine, it's winter season, who wants a wedding during winter?” you laugh giving him a smack on his head before a ding sound comes out of his computer. You both pull out of the hug looking at each other with wide eyes, scrambling on the couch to stand up and read the letters on his screen.

“We got an appointment” you both scream jumping in excitement.

“We got this” you nod, doing your celebratory handshake before dashing to your own table, ready to contact the services you will need. Hobi focuses on the person who’s making an appointment.

Hobi sighs, you look at him puzzled, reading his face who’s hard to determine at this very moment. You look at him raising your eyebrows as your smile fades. “We got an appointment but it’s your choice if you want it or not.”

“Of course I want it! We can’t choose our customers, we're in a crisis.” you say matter of factly.

“Even if it’s your ex’s wedding?” he says slowly, waiting for your reaction.

“Of course, this is business, nothing personal.” you clear your throat, biting your tongue and proceeding to scroll through your desktop.

“Are you sure? Because I’m pretty sure there will be more cus-”

“Hobi, it’s fine. Plus this is good for our business, we’ll get exposure and such.” you give him a reassuring smile. It’s not time to be selfish. It’s been 9 months since that dinner party, you’re pretty sure everyone has moved on from it already, and yet you still remember the atmosphere that day.

“It’s his fiance that booked the appointment, by the way.” fiance you shouldn’t feel bitter hearing that, but somehow there’s a small part of you that aches for the future you planned, aches for him. “She said she chose us because she was a guest to this wedding once, and fell in love with us” Hobi chuckles “And the wedding’s in three days” he adds

“What?” that’s a small amount of time to prepare.

“And she can’t find anyone else to do it because it’s too little time” you sigh you either accept this or you’ll close down this business.

“We have to make this work Hobi, this is our last shot.” you say truthfully he nods looking at you with concern.

“Let's do this yeah?”

“Stop fiddling with your pants Hobi” you scold giving him a scowl as you watch him straighten up on his seat. You’re currently in your studio, waiting for your clients to discuss what they want for the wedding.

“I can’t help it, it’s been too long since we last saw him” you nod agreeing, smacking his hands that continue to fiddle with everything he touches.

“Are you the ex?” you whisper-yell wincing as you feel your head throbbing. Hobi looks at you with concern before you shrug him off.

“Funny” you laugh as he rolls his eyes, freezing as the door inside your office opens. Revealing a beautiful woman, and a familiar figure following him. Way too familiar.

“Our couple! Future Mrs. Jeon?” Hobi greets her and nods, giving you both a genuine smile. You stand up from your seat, reaching out to shake her hand in which she excitedly accepts before extending your hand to the man beside her.

“Jungkook” you greet

“y/n” he reaches out for your hand, his warmth engulfing your whole body.

“You know each other?” she gushes

“She was a friend” Jungkook says a friend you nod in agreement. Sitting on the chair and preparing the papers you will need.

“That’s good then! You both can talk about the wedding for tomorrow no? I have to prepare for my dress-fitting and such.” You look at Hobi asking for help in which he understands, changing the subject.

“Let’s talk about that later, okay so here’s the initial plan we prepared for you both based on what we talked about yesterday . You can choose which you prefer, and you can also change anything, just tell us and we’ll continue from there.” they both nod, you can’t help but feel the burning glaze of Jungkook, you look at him, your eyes meeting each other as Hobi proceeds to explain everything.

It’s been so long since you last saw him, nothing changed. He still has the same doe eyes, lip ring, and that mole on his neck. Nothing changed except his heart. You look away, nodding at whatever Hobi’s saying, this is gonna be a long day.

“Well we’ll see you on your wedding day?” You tell Hana she nods giving you her bright smile, no wonder he fell in love with her. Her smile is contagious and she seems really kind. You’re happy for both of them.

“Yes! I’m trusting everything to you, for the rest of the plans you can meet up with my husband. I’m really sorry I won’t be there”

“Of course, and no it’s fine. Just rest before your wedding day”

“I’ll see you guys soon” she says excitedly giving you and Hobi a hug, Jungkook waving his hands to the both of you as they walk outside.

You sigh in relief, closing your eyes as you lean your head on the table. Feeling yourself getting drowsy.

“You okay?”

“Mmm just nauseous”

“I still think you need to tell him the reason you know” you look up at Hobi, frowning at him.

“Doesn’t matter anymore, his wedding is in two days” You stand up kneeling in front of Hobi who has his head low.

“Still it’s unfair” you shake your head laughing lightly, he looks like a child right now

“Some things are better left unsaid, I’m okay really. And I chose this path, remember?” you can’t help but feel your heart swells, it’s good to know that someone still cares about you.

“I have to talk to our techs, and be on the reception to check the updated stuff tomorrow” you bite your lip, that means it’s just going to be you and Jungkook tomorrow. “Will you be okay alone?”

“Of course! Just business, nothing personal". Clapping your hands feels like you're convincing yourself more than hobi, ruffling Hobi’s hair as you stand up checking the needed items for the wedding so you can present it to Jungkook tomorrow.

“And we have this voice message thing booth, where your guests can leave their wishes through this analog phone which is perfect for your wedding theme.” You’re currently at your office as you explain to Jungkook, he listens to you intently, watching in awe as you present him with all the details for his wedding.

“That’s beautiful, you’re good at this” you chuckle with his compliment shaking your head as you list a few things on the paper.

“Thank you, you convinced me to do it” you smile at the memory, you’ve always wanted a job like this, designing and organizing things. At first you were hesitant about it, but when you told Jungkook what you really wanted, he was there to support and encourage you all the way. He even helped you in naming your studio, suggesting Garam which means river. And with a river, you can’t touch the same water twice, it keeps flowing, reminding us that life is fleeting and we should value every second of it. Which by the way is connected with your job, helping every client to remember and enjoy their special day that will pass by eventually.

“I’m glad you still continue” he states as you look at him in the eyes nodding. “I’m sorry”

“For what” you stand up, compiling all the papers as Jungkook watches you leave your seat.

“My fiance is a huge fan of yours, she really wanted you to be our coordinator” you stop at your tracks looking at Jungkook as you shrug.

“I’m thankful for that Kook, nothing to be sorry for” his heart skips a beat, the nickname you gave him to him before feels like a knife jabbing through his chest. He shouldn’t feel this way.

“I waited for you, you know” you take a deep breath, watching Jungkook make his way to where you are standing.

“I’m sorry” you tell him sincerely “I’m just glad you found what you deserve” he nods taking a step forward, reaching out as he puts his hands on your hips. Leaning your forehead to his.

“What are you doing?” you know this is wrong, but you didn’t fight back, feeling the familiar warmth pulse through your whole body. “We shouldn't” you whisper to his lips.

“We shouldn’t” he repeats before he’s pulling away from you. You watch him clear his throat nodding his head as he makes his way to the door. You didn’t dare to look at him turning your back away from him waiting for the sound of your door opening and closing.

You gasp as you feel your body getting spinned. Before you know it, Jungkook’s lips are on yours. Kissing each other like there’s no tomorrow, pulling away to catch your breath only to put your lips on his again. His lips taste like poison, it burns you. Your hands wander each other’s bodies, exploring and holding each other like there’s no tomorrow. Because there isn’t.

You find yourself on fours on the couch with Jungkook, moaning as you feel him lick your pussy, eating you out with no mercy. “F-fuck”

“Are you still on the pill?” he asks from behind you, you nod watching his dick slap his stomach. “Good”

You feel his length enter inside you, both of you moaning in unison as he penetrates your walls. You clench your jaw at the foreign feeling. It’s been so long since he’s been inside you, you forgot how big and long he is.

“So tight princess, relax” he soothes you by kissing your neck to your shoulders. Tracing your spine as you arch your back. He starts thrusting inside, holding on to your hips for leverage. He feels your walls tighten, as he hits the spot he has always known.

“P-please” you have no idea what you’re begging for, but Jungkook knows you. He pounds inside you leaning his body on yours as you feel his weight on your back, only adding to the pleasure.

“You close?” you cry in pleasure, Jungkook lifts your body as he sits up without pulling out of you, making you put all your weight on his chest.

“Spread your legs” you do as he says, spreading your legs as he continues to thrusts inside you, this position sending you into a frenzy. You can’t help but look down, watching your pussy swallow him deliciously. He growls as you bounce, meeting his hips to get you there.

“I’m cumming” your legs shake as Jungkook repeatedly hits your spot. Putting all your weight on him this time as he massages your breast with his left hand, the other rubbing your pussy. You feel his breath on your shoulder, tilting your head on the side to chase his lips. Your pussy clenches as you feel your orgasm, breathing heavily with Jungkook’s cock still inside you.

“Good girl” he praises, he lays your body on the couch, watching you in your pleasure state, before he’s spreading your legs again. Lining up his length to show you deep he’s gonna be inside you. He spread your remains on his dick, rubbing it before slapping his dick on your sensitive pussy.

You wince making him chuckle. “Take all of me yeah?”

He inserts his throbbing length inside you once again, but this time slower. And intimate. Watching your face turns into pleasure as he brushes the hair on your face with his fingers. He takes his time this time, thrusting inside you slowly, but harder.

You look at his face, rubbing your thumb on his eyebrow as it furrows. You don’t say anything to each other, just feeling each other’s warmth. He kisses your lips delicately, holding your body close to his. You put your arms on his shoulder to his back, nails scratching softly that will be there until tomorrow.

“Almost there” he whispers, you can’t help but bite his shoulder feeling yourself release again. He kisses your forehead, his thrust becoming erratic until he’s cumming inside you. You both quiver with pleasure.He didn’t pull out after that, laying on your body instead. His head on your shoulder as you both breathe heavily.

You gently run your fingers to his hair, you feel him sighs in contentment as you feel your tears flow on your cheek feeling the coldness of his ring on your skin. Even if Jungkook notices your tears, he doesn't say anything, only holding you tighter. You stay just like that, holding and feeling the warmth of each other. Because maybe you both know that this will be the last time you’ll see each other. You both know the consequences and you’ll both suffer from it. Greatly.

You both know this is goodbye.

It isn’t long before you're both putting your clothes back on, without words. Before you’re clearing your throat. Shame and guilt both eating you alive already.

“Let’s pretend this didn’t happen”

“Like how you pretended I didn’t propose to you that night?” he says sarcastically, you can feel the bitterness of his words. You stand frozen. Not knowing what to say. Getting a flashback of that night.

“Can you at least tell me the reason? I deserve that”

“It was for all of this, you know that.” the lie sits like a venom on your tongue

“Do you really expect me to believe that?” you’re now both facing each other. His eyes meet your glistening ones.

“I’m not telling you to accept that, but that’s the truth, nothing else.”

“You could’ve just told me you wanted this career so bad, I wouldn’t have made you choose. I would have supported you.” you can feel the pain lacing his voice, and you can’t help but let your tears run down your cheeks.

“I know” you sob, Jungkook wants to hold you, but he stops himself from doing so. 9 months and you’re both still a mess. Maybe this was the closure you needed, but not the closure he wanted. He thinks about all the things you could’ve been if you only told him the truth. He can’t help but be offended, you really thought he won’t support you with what you wanted? All those years together and yet you thought so little of him.

“I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You already did” he pauses, shaking his head, chuckling as he finds himself crying as well “The moment you started thinking I would stop you from chasing your dreams” he adds im sorry im sorry. You know no words will ever heal him from the pain you’ve caused. So you shut your mouth watching him leave before stopping to his tracks. Looking back at you one last time.

“Do you regret it? Leaving me?” he asks genuinely. Jungkook needs to hear it from you, so he can move on and stop living with the what if’s. He needs to hear it so he can wake up tomorrow without doubts about his future.

“No” you say without hesitating, staring at his eyes so you can deliver your point.

“Okay” he nods, shutting the door behind him as you fall down on your knees. Clutching your chest as you feel it aches.

“I’m sorry” the doctor looks at you with pity. You nod not knowing how to react.

“How long do I have?”

“12 months based on the size of tumor in your brain” you look at his eyes, hoping that he would be lying and this is a joke. But his eyes have no hint as such. “There’s a treatment but it’s not guaranteed you will live.” so it’s either you die slowly with the treatment or still die without it, except you’ll live shorter. Which is worse?

You chuckle weakly, so many thoughts running in your mind, how could this be? Why does it have to be you? What will happen to those who you will leave behind?

Jungkook. If you tell him your illness, he would stay and be there for you. But you can’t let him witness you die slowly and suffer for the rest of his life. It will be too selfish for you to deny him the bright future he deserves. You can’t scar him and leave a painful permanent mark.

You’d rather him hate you than suffer loving you.

That night you and Jungkook were invited to a dinner party, and you were planning on breaking up with him for whatever reason you come up with. The guilt eating you alive as he intertwined his finger with yours. Constantly kissing your temples.

That same night, he was on his knees, asking for your hand around your family, friends and colleagues. You dreamt of this day, and you would have said yes if it weren’t for the news you received that morning. You remember the atmosphere that night, it was heavy. Too heavy that you feel like falling down to your knees. But most of all, you remember the confusion and pain written on Jungkook’s face that night, watching you shake your head and run away from the scene.

That very night, your father talks about the business you were starting. Slandering it so the attention won’t be with the failed proposal but your failure as his daughter who refused to take over the company. Your father did all that to save himself from embarrassment. That very night, you lost the remaining care your father had for you.

That night, you lost your bestfriend, your anchor, the love of your life.

That night, your world crumbled down into pieces.

You look around your office, tracing pictures of past events you had on the wall. You started this career because you wanted it, and you had Jungkook’s support. You still continue to do it because it gives you the comfort to plan for other’s future that you won’t have and experience in this lifetime.

“Don’t be nervous, just enjoy this moment.” you tell Hana, patting her on the shoulder as she nods. She’s the most beautiful bride you’ve ever met. The kindest too. She engulfs you into a hug and squeezes your body.

“Thank you for everything.” you can’t help but feel guilty, she trusted you. And you fucked his fiance the day before your wedding. And you know karma has bitten you in the ass once you're 6 ft underground.

“I’m sorry” you whisper sincerely, rubbing her back. As if she would know what you did. she gasps, pulling away from the hug before she’s pinching your sides.

“Everything is beautiful, what are you sorry for.” she giggles. Your conversation has died down when the door opens revealing Hobi in a suit.

“Ladies, we’re about to start” he announces, the bridesmaids stand up, shuffling to their feet as they get out of the room to prepare. “y/n, check on our groom one last time please” you gulp doing as he says. Hobi doesn’t know what happened between you and Jungkook yesterday, and you don’t want him to know. Not today, at least.

“Let me fix that for you” you tell from the doorway, watching Jungkook jump in surprise as he tries to fix his tie.

“Please” you give each other a small smile, so many words left unsaid. And that’s for the better.

“I love her y/n.” He says suddenly, you stop fixing his tie for a moment, good before continuing your actions.

“I know, don’t worry I won’t tell. We’ll pretend it never happened.” you pat his shoulder, distancing from him.

“I really love her, she’s helped me get back up after everything. I will tell her about what happened last night, someday. I don’t want to lose her, I can’t.” you nod understandingly, knowing he’s telling the truth because he used to talk about you like that before.

“I’m happy for you Jungkook” you tell him honestly, this is what you’ve always wanted. At first, you thought you would feel jealousy and pain when you accepted this event. But now, you only feel happiness for the both of them, not even a small part of you feels bitter about this. Just genuine joy and pure contentment knowing Jungkook’s in good hands.

“Thank you.” You both sniff, laughing as you witness each other be a mess. Crying of joy this time.

“Jungkook you’re ruining your makeup”

“Stop making me cry then.”

“I will.”

- The huge doors open, revealing Jungkook waiting at the altar and for a moment you had a glance of the future that you could have had. You wait for the bride to get to the end of the hall before making your way to Hobi who’s busy ordering the staff.

“Hey”

“Hey, you look pale.”

“I’m sick, remember” you say matter-of-factly. Hobi only scowls at you. “Think you can handle everything else here?”

“Of course, is there something wrong?”

“Just tired” he observes your face, before nodding in understandment. Lately, you’ve been experiencing the symptoms, at first it was gradual but you feel it progress every day. One symptom at time, then all of it sometimes.

“You need help? I can drive you home” you smack his arm scolding him.

“They need an expert to stay here. Thank you Hobi” you both share your handshakes, giggling as you wave goodbye. Making one last stop before leaving, you find yourself in front of the voicemail booth. Picking up the phone with the label groom.

“Hey Kook, um, it’s me y/n” You take a deep breath, suddenly feeling awkward talking on the phone with no one on the other line.

“I just wanna say I’m happy that you found love because you’re a wonderful being, and you deserve nothing but happiness and more. I know you will be a great husband, and a loving father because I learned how to love unconditionally from you and I will always be grateful for that. You asked me before if I regret leaving you. Honestly, I don’t don’t regret any of it. I guess the only regret I have is making you wait longer when you could have had all of this sooner. Thank you for everything and I hope you can forgive me someday.”

Here’s to the future

#jjk angst #bts fanfic #jungkook au #jungkook fic #jungkook smut #jjk smut #Smut #jungkook x oc #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x reader #jjk x reader #bts #bts imagines #jjk imagines #jungkook angst #jungkook scenarios

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callme-darling · 11 months ago

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all these ppl in ur asks talking abt Pierre has me tweaking thinking about a continuation of ur rival!pierre fic where he picks a fight w u in front of everyone then goes on to worship u when yall r alone 😵‍💫😵‍💫

the cow prince & the dairy queen (pt.2)

word count: 2.8k

warnings: rivals with benefits dynamic, pierre is a bit of a prick, smut, little plot, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, car sex, mentions of alcohol, pls let me know if i missed anything

a/n: this isn’t really a finished piece, but pls accept these pierre chavanges crumbs🙏🏻 (side note: this is lowkey FILTHY)

you can find pt.1 here

it had been a few weeks since yours and pierre’s fling in the pasture. a part of you was content to leave it as that—a one time act of lust; nothing more, nothing less. you both seemingly went back to your respective work; tending to your own farms with little more than an occasional nod or glare in the others direction depending on the day.

you would have been happy to never speak of it, let alone think of it. it seems, however, your happiness is irrelevant when it comes to circumstance.

fabrice was hosting a small, informal get together for the community. well technically another of his friends put it all together, fabrice simply agreed to host it at his house. and just about everyone in town was invited; including, of course, pierre chavanges.

initially, you were going to decline the invitation, but it was rare to see anyone else these days, and rarer still to be able to talk to them for more than a fleeting passing-by. so you agreed and gave fabrice a kind thanks before hanging up the phone. and now you stand in his yard, mentally kicking yourself to be so naive to think this was a good idea.

all was well for the first half hour or so. you made amiable conversation with some people you knew, some you didn’t, and the plastic cup in your hand was a comforting weight of liquid courage. yes, all was well—until you heard a loud chorus of cheers come from near the house. instantly, you smile fell when you saw whose presence was the cause for the ruckus.

you secretly had hoped he would decline the invitation, much like you almost had. but, also like yourself, he must have felt a keen obligation to his friends to at least make an appearance.

and almost immediately, your eyes met. his eyes narrowed in on you, like a predator singling out the weakest of the herd. you finish your drink and slide into a thicker part of the crowd, hoping to get the pair of lingering eyes off of you.

for nearly an hour you succeeded in avoiding one another. but then, as the party gradually began to taper off and more people began to head for their respective homes, you were drug into fabrice’s kitchen for a ‘final round’ before officially calling it a night.

and to everyone’s surprise, and your dismay, pierre had managed to stick it out too.

everyone was in boisterous conversation while you studied the contents of the cup in your hand, the earthy beer a little musty to your tastes.

“say, y/n-“ you’re pulled from your thoughts by one of the guys, “you’ve been awfully quiet tonight. don’t tell me we’re boring you.”

you force a small laugh at the jest, your eyes briefly glancing around the small room, unsurprised to find pierre looking straight at you. “no, no,” you shake your head, reclining your hips against the counter. “just been a long day.”

“the queen probably finds our conversations below herself.” the guys laugh heartily at pierre’s cheap jab. you just roll your eyes, you and pierre are easily the most sober in the room, so you excuse the others. but your glare finds pierre’s easily.

his tall friend picks up on the animosity quickly despite his inebriation, his eyes glimmering with drunken glee as he points, “ooh c’mon guys. let’s not fight, you’re both equally insufferable when you get like this.”

“i’m perfectly fine. i’m afraid it’s your friend who can’t get off his high horse.”

pierre doesn’t break eye contact as he tilts his head slightly, “she’s right. we should be nice to her majesty. we all know she’s had a rough season, after all.”

“the hell is that supposed to mean, chavanges?” your grip tightens around your cup enough to make the thin material crackle.

everyone else seems to catch the tension in the atmosphere shift from friendly pestering to something more hostile. everyone but pierre, whose lips ever so slightly twitch into a shit eating grin.

“what do you think it sounds like?”

you hold his hard stare for a long moment. ‘it’s not worth it’ you decide. you turn slightly to pour the remnants of your drink into the sink. “it sounds like it’s time for me to excuse myself.”

the boys make sounds of disapproval, some of them throwing their arms up at pierre in a silent complaint of ‘what the hell man?’, but pierre only kept his steely eyes on you, an air of indisputable satisfaction behind his expression.

you’re walking along the dirt road that’ll take you home when a set of yellow headlights illuminate your shadow. you shuffle to the side of the path, nearly standing in the shallow ditch when the vehicle slows to a stop just behind you.

“get in, princess.”

you roll your eyes when the distinct tone of pierre’s voice hits your ears. you ignore him and begin walking in the direction of your house again. a strong gust of wind wips past you. instinctively, your arms wrap around your midsection as you grumble under your breath.

pierre merely inches his truck forward, it’s muddied wheels creeping alongside you. “c’mon, get in the truck. it’s freezing.”

you grit your teeth. “i’d rather take my chances freezing then, thanks”

he chuckles and the sound nearly has you seeing red. “go the fuck home, chavanges.”

it didn’t matter how cold you were, or how nice a ride in the warm truck cab sounded. you were not so desperate to grant him the gratification of doing you a favor, no matter how minuscule.

“christ y/n,” he practically growled in nothing short of annoyance, “get in the fucking truck.”

you stop walking, a huff of warm breath dissipating into the cold air. you stand against the cold wind for a moment longer, feeling his eyes rake over you from behind. then with a resigned sigh, you wordlessly stalk to the passenger side of the truck and pull open the door.

neither of you say a word as you slip into the seat, but you can feel his eyes boring a hole in the side of your head.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you finally say.

you catch the way his tongue prods the inside of his cheek before he starts driving along the quickly darkening road.

“you’re really pissed?” he asks after a long stretch of silence.

you’re looking out the window, forehead resting against the cool glass. “you’re really an asshole?”

“come on now, don’t be like that.”

you chuckle at the audacity of this man, though it comes out more like a scoff. “i take it back. you’re a piece of shit.”

“mm, that’s not what it sounded like when you were moaning my name,” he says flatly. “though, it has been a bit so maybe my memory is getting foggy.” and the pointed look he gave you left you with no need to discern what meaning lurked under the surface.

you held your breath as you leveled his gaze. the tension in the cab was oppressive. it took a good moment for you to realize he had parked his truck in one of the pull-offs. your mouth suddenly felt dry.

“tell me, princess,” you hated how your stomach fluttered at the way he said the nickname you hated so much, “does it make you angry when i do that?”

“you’re going to have to be more specific,” you breathe out. “you do a lot of things that piss me off.” you mentally curse when you catch yourself glimpsing to his lips.

he grins. “do you hate when i call you out, give you a hard time? does it make your blood boil?” he doesn’t give you a chance to answer before he’s leaning closer, his eyes sharp as they scan your face. “and does it make you angrier knowing that the guy who gets you so riled up is the same guy you let fuck you in a field a couple weeks ago?”

you swallow, jaw clenching as you turn to look out your window again. then in a moment of stupid courage, likely fueled by the traces of alcohol still running in your veins, you ask the first question that flashed in your mind.

“is this your way of saying once wasn’t enough for you?”

“yes.”

his reply was quick and void of any hints of deception. your lips parted when his answer shocked your system, instantaneously leaving you at a loss for words.

he gauged your reaction, eyes searching yours. when you say nothing, he sighs, though it’s more blasé than irritated. “you know, you’re real annoying when you go quiet like that. for all the complaining and whining you do, i know you have something in that little head of yours you want to say.” he reaches across the console of the truck to gently grab your chin. “yes or no?”

you didn’t need any further context to know what he was asking. you chew on the inside of your lip, chin titled ever so slightly by his thumb, and nod once.

“that won’t do.” he clicks his tongue and murmurs lowly, “use your words, princess.”

you lean in close, eyes steady on his as you whisper, “you can fuck me, chavanges, but i won’t beg.”

his eyes glinted with an unsaid challenge. the thumb holding your chin brushed over your bottom lip, the featherlight touch submerging your stomach in water. “we’ll see about that.”

when he pressed his lips to yours, you swear your senses completely shut everything else out. his movements were slow, languid, as his lips moved in time with yours. his tongue gently nudged past your lips.

even now, you can tell there’s been a shift since the time in the pasture. pierre was much more deliberate and subdued.

you could feel yourself leaning more into his touch, the top half of your body nearly laying on the center console. his rough hand found your jaw and pulled you even closer with a muffled groan.

you straddled his lap in the cramped truck, your ass threatening to bump against the horn until two hands pulled your hips securely on top of his. “fuck, you’re pretty like this.” the combination of his throaty compliment and his fingers digging into your hips had your breath hitching.

eyes half lidded, you peer down at him. your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you keep your face hovering over his. “what would you do if i just up and left? just got out of this truck of yours and left you here like this.”

pierre have you a cheeky grin, unadulterated confidence gleaming in his eyes. “we both know you wouldn’t.” he leaned close so his lips tickled your ear, “i fuck you too good for you to even consider it.”

“then you better not disappoint, chavanges.”

his grin only grew, grip on your hips moving to cup your ass. “don’t you worry, princess. just let me take care of ya.”

“oh? is the prince feeling chivalrous?”

a hand on your neck has your eyes fluttering as he whispers against your warm skin, “i suggest you be nice.” then his lips were on your throat, tongue teasing the sensitive flesh while his teeth nipped little red marks across your chest.

you fingers are in his hair as he undoubtedly leaves marks that won’t fade for a couple days over your skin. you’ll be irritated tomorrow, but for now you allow yourself to enjoy the feeling of his fleeting touch.

his large hands gave your ass another squeeze, grinding you against his jean-covered, half hard cock. you always hated how your body betrayed you, the way you can feel your pussy practically soaking through your panties and onto his lap.

pierre groans underneath you, his fingers pulling your shirt over your head, his other hand unclasping your bra with a fumbling grasp that only added to the heat of the truck. his lips abandon your neck in favor of your tits. his eyes watched you as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling the sensitive nub under his tongue. his palm groped at your other breast, fingers teasingly pulling at your skin as you whine.

his mouth pulls off you with a minute wet ‘pop’. he grinned up at you, eyes no doubt studying the growing blush on your cheeks. “y’know, you sound prettier like this than when you’re bitchin’.”

you tugged his hair, a warning.

he ignores it. “fuck.. i can’t wait anymore.” it’s embarrassing, how your pussy clenched around nothing at his words. your chest shone with the warmth of his spit as his breath fans across your skin. you shudder as his fingernails skim up your arm and down the front of your collarbone. “gotta feel that little pussy of yours, been too long.”

the transition to you shimmying your worn jeans down your legs was anything but graceful, but pierre didn’t seem to mind as his own hips raised to deftly push his own pants to his thighs. the windows were already beginning to fog over with a sheen of warmth. you both took a moment, chests softly heaving in unison before pierre’s hands rubbed along your ribs and waist, wordlessly soothing the nerves crawling over your skin.

he brought his face closer to yours again, his nose nudging the column of your neck before inhaling. “been thinking about this since that day.”

you’d sooner take yourself out to pasture than admit you’d been the same. you could practically feel his sick twitch beneath the thin material of his boxers, the heat emanating from his body making your mind hazy. you whine despite yourself, pussy clenching around nothing when his finger traces over the elastic band of your panties.

“pierre, don’t tease.” it’s meant to be a warning, but it comes out breathier than needier than you anticipated.

his touch becomes more assertive, borderline experimental, as his thumb dips to the front of your crotch, easily ghosting over your clit while his eyes watch you with a glimmer of piqued enthusiasm. “are you in a rush?”

his warm breath paired with the tentative touches makes your eyes flutter. “i wanna take my time with you, this time.” finally, his long fingers tug the slick material covering your heat to the side. the calloused pads of his fingers tease your wet folds. you flush with a bright heat when the only sound in the truck is the audible wet clicking coming from pierre shamelessly playing with your soaked pussy.

your head falls to pierre’s shoulder, eyes squeezed shut as your hips twitch to meet his hand. there’s no doubt your bottom lip is gonna be bruised with how you’re biting into it, but it does little to stop the pathetic sounds from reaching his ears.

“fuck..” his low groan sends sparks down your spine. “you’re so fucking wet, i love it…”

as if to emphasize his words, he slips two long fingers into your dripping hole. your hands clutch onto his shoulders, nails pricking through his shirt but god- you were both so pent up at this point, any humiliation only added to the desperation.

pierre’s lips pressed a wet kiss onto your shoulder. the feeling of his fingers slowly dragging in and out of your cunt doubled with the material of your soft panties catching your clit with each shift of his palm, you were made pliant in a matter of minutes.

“god… missed this,” pierre stifles a groan when you clench around his fingers embarrassingly tight, “so much.”

a hand on your throat drags your face to his and his mouth is on you before you fully register his fingers leaving your heat. you’re holding back a whine when he finally frees his dick, blushed an angry red and leaking pre, from his boxers. your eyes are fixated on his cock and it only strokes his ego.

pierre’s breath warms the shell of your ear as he whispers, “you can deny it until you’re blue in the face, but i know you’ve been thinking about how i fuck you everyday since the field.”

you drag your gaze to meet his and even in the darkness of the truck cab, you can see the hunger in his eyes.

his thumb smears the precum from his tip down his shaft as he gives his cock a pump before you lift your hips. your head falls back slightly as you sink down onto his length. you both breathe softly when you finally bottom out, and it takes everything in you not to start bouncing on his lap.

instead, you bite back a small moan and give the man beneath you a heady glare, “you better not fall for me, chavanges.”

he returns it with a toothy grin, mouth already coming to hover over yours. “i definitely won’t fall for you. i just love to hate you.”

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ask-jamtheimp · 2 months ago

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Day 14 of Regressuary

Theme: Dress Up

Charachters: Berry and Rosie and @theogclownboy Roxie

Fandom: Helluva/Hazbin the Helluvaverse

Summary: Rosie has a talk with the girls on their frustrations with eachother and once they make up they decide to play dress up!

Authors Note: I feel much better now so im able to actually put colors on the dialouge and make it easier to read! Thank you for yalls patience! Also this is a continuation from Day 13! So please read that if you haven't already. Hope you enjoy and please like and reblog to help support me!

It had been minutes of sulking between the two tots before Rosie finally stepped in, she first gave Roxie the now sewn up teddy bear and patted her head before calling over Berry to speak with the two of them. She knelt down before gently speaking. "Now, now girls. Its not very polite to fight and be all grumpy now is it? I understand that you both may wanna play somethin' different but lets just find something we both like and play okay? And lets also share as well. Like big girls." Rosie said as she placed one of her hands on the two girls shoulders. Both girls poutily nodded as she stood up and crossed her arms. "Now, now, I'm sure you both know your manners. What do you say to each other?" Berry started off first, she hated being mad so much! And she genuinely wanted Roxie to like her as well. "I-im sorry for takin your teddy from you Roxie. And for callin you mean too...can we be friends again?" She asked as she held out a hand to shake hers. Roxie on the other hand was pretty stubborn as she simply turned her back to her. "No! I didn't do anythin' wrong! She started it!" She told to Rosie who wasn't very happy. "Roxie! It doesn't matta' who started what! It just matters that you both apologize to eachother and not be rude! Berry is genuinley sorry for what she did and you said some stuff to her too that you also need to apologize for!" Roxie stomped her hoof still refusing to face Berry. "No! I don't wanna!" Rosie crossed her arms and in a warning voice said "Roxie..." Roxie knew that voice and almost imediatley sighed and faced Berry before mumbling. "m' sorry or whatever..." And shook her hand sloppily. Rosie supposed that it was a start and allowed the two to work it out between them. "Good! Now you girls please play along nicely while I get your lunches together." "Yes, Ms. Rosie!" Berry said happily while Roxie didn't respond.

It had been a while of silence as Berry sat across from Roxie who still refused to talk or even look at her. Berry was beginning to feel awkward as she got up from her spot on the rug and instead started to go through a nearby chest that had a whole bunch of outfits in it! When Roxie finally saw Berry she got up, putting the teddy bear on the rug and ran over to snatch a princess wand out of berry's hand. "THATS MINE!' she said with a hiss, Berry seemed surprised at first before giggling. "H-hey! What's so funny?" Roxie asked with a stomp. "Your funny! You hiss a lot like a kitty! Ooh wait I have an idea!" Berry said as she rummaged around in the chest and bought out a pair of kitty ears before putting them on Roxies head. "I'm not a kitty! And I don't wanna be a kitty!" She said as she threw the ears off her head. Berry giggled and put on a witch hat in the box before picking up a wand and putting on an evil witch voice. "Oh but you will be a kitty! For I am the evil kitty witch and you shall be apart of my precious kitty collection!" Roxie smiled slightly, then started to giggle. Berry's tail began to wag when she heard it. "No! you won't make me into a kitty! I won't let you evil witch! Because im a..." Roxie rummaged through the pile of clothes to pull out a wizards hat. "Because im a cool wizard! And im here to stop you!" She said as she pointed a stick at Berry. "Well then wizard, try your might but you shall not defeat meeee!" Berry said as she laughed. The two girls began to chase eachother making dramatic sound effects as well as pretending they were having the most awesome magic battle to ever exist. As Rosie stopped by the room to check on them, she saw the two playing and smiled. "Oh, what the power of dress up can do!".

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matty-bear · 1 year ago

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V. House Tour [N.S]

Type: Chapter five of The Influencer series

Pairing: Nick Sturniolo x Male!OC

Warnings: SFW, fluffy

Summary: Nick gets a house tour from Finn and finally gets the chance to properly judge his bedroom. (get your mind out of the gutter this is FLUFF)

Notes: I know I promised that this chapter would be really fluffy but I got too caught up in the descriptions of the house and didn’t wanna give y’all a long as chapter to read😖 Also sorry if this is really boring... I pinkie promise that there will be tooth-rotting fluff next chapter! And maybe some romantic stuff will find happen between Nick and Finn 😸 (yall deserve a silly lil spoiler)

Text color guide! Blue: Finn, Purple: Nick

WC: 4066 (went overboard on the descriptions 😣)

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Nick lets out an exasperated sigh as he hits the download button on his editing application. He managed to polish up the video with three minutes left to spare. The male makes sure that the downloading bar in the middle of his screen moves before he gets up from his chair. A tired yawn escapes his lips as he stretches his arms above his head. His arms fall back down to his sides, his mind momentarily going black before he quickly grabs his phone off his desk. He unlocks the device and opens up his messages with Finn, a stupid smile immediately spreading across his lips as he types him a message.

Nick: I’m done editing :D

The male didn’t even have time to shut his phone off before his phone dinged, signifying that Finn already texted him back.

Finn: You coming??? :0

Nick: Yeah I’m coming . I’ll text you when i get to your place

Finn: Kk ^^

Nick clicks his mouse on a random spot on his screen to make sure his laptop doesn’t time out and turn off before he walks over to his nightstand. He sets his phone on his changer and makes a beeline for his wardrobe. The male knew he wasn’t going to be out in public with Finn, however he still wanted to look at least a little decent. So. Nick shuffled through the countless numbers of hoodies he has, the tip of his tongue sticking out in slight focus.

He finally settles on a black hoodie with a few stars on the back of it and slips it on over his head. He looks down at his gray sweatpants and all-black platform shoes and debates on whether or not he should change them. A small hum escapes Nick's lips before he shrugs and leaves his closet. He walks straight into his bathroom to freshen up a little and stares at himself in the mirror. He looks his reflection up and down a few times before he ruffles his hair and exits the bathroom. The male quickly walks over to his desk and tilts the screen of his laptop back to get a better view of his screen.

“Thank god.” Nick mumbles when his eyes read over the ‘download completed’ notification. He clicks on the small x in the corner of his editing application to close out of it before he opens up chrome. After searching for YouTube, the male logs out of his personal account to log into their group account and upload the video. He stares at the loading bar and swiftly shuts his laptop shut when the words ‘successfully uploaded video’ appear on his screen. The male tucks his laptop into a small compartment in his desk before he walks back towards his nightstand. He grabs his phone off the charger and opens the drawer to grab his headphones.

As he slips them around his neck, he walks out his bedroom and shuts the door behind him. The moment he begins to walk downstairs, loud shouting runs through his ears. Intrigued, the male rushes down the remaining few steps and walks to where the sound was coming from. His legs take him to the living room and his eyes land on Matt and Chris who are looking intently at the television mounted on the wall in front of them.

“What are y’all watching?” Nick asks as he steps closer to the television to get a peek at the movie playing.

“Kid wanted to watch Taken because Liam Neeson is in it.” Chris replies, pointing his thumb towards Matt who’s a few seats away from him. The latter doesn’t verbally respond and instead nods his head softly, his gaze still being fixed onto the television. Chris looks over at Matt, a small chuckle escaping his lips before his gaze falls on Nick. “Where are you going?”

At Chris’ question, Matt finally rips his focus away from the television to look at Nick. “Finn’s?” The male asks, smiling slightly when the red-head nods his head.

“You’re going to Finn’s?” Chris questions, a single eyebrow raising. “How far does he live? Don’t you need a ride or something?”

“Nah, he lives like ten minutes away. I’ll live if I walk there and god knows I need the cardio.” Nick replies as he turns to walk towards the staircase leading to the front door.

“Alright, be careful.” Nick quickly whips his head around to face Chris who’s still looking at him.

“Okay.. I’ll see you guys later.” Matt and Chris wave goodbye to Nick as the male descends the steps. The moment he gets off the last step, he reaches for the door knob and opens the door, the warm night air hitting his face immediately. Nick lets out a soft exhale and locks the door behind him before heading to the sidewalk. As he slowly begins to walk down the long path ahead of him, the red-haired male takes his phone out of his pocket and raises it to his face.

Once unlocking the device, he immediately pulls up the messages between him and Finn and begins to scroll up, his eyes searching for a specific message. When the male’s eyes land on an address link that Finn sent him, he clicks on it and waits for the directions to load onto his screen. He momentarily glances ahead of him to ensure that he won’t stumble into anything or anyone before he looks back down at his phone.

He takes a moment to scan the directions given to him and nods to himself before he allows the hand that’s holding his phone to fall to his side. The male focuses his attention to the quiet neighborhood around him, his gaze shifting around to everything in his vision. Nick has never taken the time to take a walk around the neighborhood; let alone walk to a guy's house, so this was a new experience for him.

It’s been a couple minutes of Nick walking now and the male has started to get paranoid, more specifically when he hears a dog barking behind a fence or the sound of rustling in a bush. So to cure this newly found anxiousness, he decides to take the headphones that are wrapped around his neck and set them on his head, being careful not to get one of his earrings caught on the cushions. Once the headphones are comfortably set on his head and ears, the red-head raises his phone and opens up Spotify. He clicks on his go-to playlist and hits play, the voice of Melanie Martinez instantly calming him.

A relieved and content sigh escapes Nick’s lips as he puts his phone away and looks straight ahead again. For the remainder of the walk, Nick softly hummed along to the songs playing in his headphones and kept an eye on his surroundings. About ten minutes into his walk, the red-head realized that he entered the wealthier part of the neighborhood. His pace slowed as he eyed the countless numbers of tall, multistoried houses with multiple cars parked in circular driveways. As he continues to eye the large neighborhood, he halts when he hears a voice cut through his music.

“You have arrived at your destination.” A robotic, feminine voice states. Nick looks down at his phone to double check his destination before he stands face to face with an all modernized two-story house in front of him.

“Holy fuck.” Nick whispers under his breath as he walks past the Tesla in the driveway to get to the door. He stops a few steps away from the door and pulls his phone up to his face again. He closes out of Spotify and goes to his messages, his thumb immediately tapping on Finn’s contact. The chat pulls up before his eyes and the male quickly types up a message to alert Finn of his arrival.

Nick: I’m at your door 🫶

As Nick slips his headphones off his head and sets them around his neck, the muffled sound of hurried footsteps runs through his ears. The steps slowly come to a halt and the red-haired male steps back a little when he hears numerous clicking sounds emitting from behind the door. Next thing he knows, the door opens and reveals a smiley Finn who’s wearing a slightly cropped band tee that stops short of the gray sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips and circular glasses that sit on the bridge of his nose.

“Nick!” Finn exclaims with a large smile. “Come in, come in!” The male steps aside to allow Nick inside. The male’s jaw immediately drops his shock as he takes in the large, open house in front of him. His gaze shifts from up to the ceiling which holds a large chandelier to the large duo staircase leading to the upstairs. Finn, after noticing that Nick hasn’t said a word yet, shuffles closer to the male after locking the door.

“Would you like a house tour?” Finn questions, a small giggle escaping him when the red-head looks over at him with the same shocked expression.

“Yes PLEASE.” Nick replies.

“Alright, I’ll start over here then. Also sorry if the lights are super blinding, I’ll turn them off here in a minute.” Finn gently takes Nick’s wrist to guide him to an area to the right. Nick’s eyes widen the moment the male takes hold of his wrist and looks down at their hands, his face immediately flushing. “So here’s the living room. Nothing too fancy, just the basics that you can find in any other living room.”

The large living room contained a creamed colored L-Shaped couch a few inches away from the curtains covering the large rectangular windows that peek into the backyard. Across from the large couch was a matching two seater. Both sofas were decorated with dark blue throw pillows on every other seat along with matching blankets draped on a few cushions. A dark wooden table was set on top of a large square rug that filled a large portion of the room.

Atop the table was a small rectangular tray with plants and coasters. Underneath it was a long basket containing a few extra blankets and pillows. In front of the sofas was a large black brick fireplace with a gold gate covering it. A television was mounted on the wall a few inches above it. On both sides of the fireplace were two large white bookshelves which blended in perfectly with the pearly white walls that reached up to the ceiling. The long shelves held books, plants, and other small trinkets for decoration. A few candles were set around the room as well, the small circular lights in the ceiling adding more light to the spacious room.

“This is a really nice living room holy shit.” Nick compliments.

“Thanks.” Finn smiles, his thumb subconsciously caressing the back of the red-heads hand. “Over here is the kitchen.” Finn keeps his light grip on Nick’s wrist as he guides him to the equally large kitchen. This room was mainly filled with black cupboards and white countertops. There was a large island in the middle of the room accompanied with tall stools in front of two stoves.

A few steps away from the stoves was the oven, fridge and a large pantry behind two glass doors. The countertops were spotless and held a few plants and more candles here and there for a bit of decoration. Long lights that hung from the ceiling dangled over the island, providing the room with just enough light.

Finn looks over at Nick after a few moments and waits for the male to nod before he takes him down the hallway and to the dining room. The said room simply held a large circular table with chairs around it. A wall full of windows was in the back of the room, allowing the moonlight to shine in. Empty plates and a single candle were the only things on the table, keeping it very simplistic.

“Do you have curtains for those windows?” Nick asks, his gaze shifting over to Finn.

“Yeah, but they’re automatic and on a timer. They’ll be down here in a few minutes.” Finn explains, gaining a small nod from Nick. The older guides the red-head further down the hall and points to a closed door. “Bathroom.” The male states as he passes the said room and continues walking to an open room that looks similar to the living room minus the coffee table, fireplace, and television.

“This is just a room I come to where I want to look outside. Very boring, nothing too special.” Nick nods again as he looks out the large windows covering the walls to look at the miniature garden in the backyard.

“Still nice though.” Nick says, gaining a small smile from Finn.

“That’s it for the first floor.” Finn starts, making a small u-turn to return back to the entrance. “Now for the second floor!” Finn guides Nick up one of the staircases, being careful not to go up too quickly in case the male trips over a step. He guides the red-head down the hallway decorated with a few paintings and long tables with plants, candles, and small trinkets before he pulls him into the nearest room. “Here’s the guest bedroom. There’s a connected bathroom inside but I didn't decorate this room much since it’s for guests and people have different preferences.”

The mentioned room held a queen sized bed with a black bed frame in the middle. Simple cream colored pillows rested against one another on the headboard and a dark blue blanket was draped neatly over the mattress. A small bench was at the foot of the bed and two nightstands with black lamps were on both sides of the bed. There was a long, black dresser pressed up against the left wall with a few candles and miniature plants on top of it. On the same wall were a few long rectangular windows that reached all the way up to the ceiling. On the wall across from the bed, a television was mounted on the wall and two simplistic paintings were on both sides of the appliance. And just like Finn said, a door on the right wall lead to the bathroom.

“I need you to decorate our place because holy shit.” Nick mumbles, his statement earning a small laugh from Finn.

“Hey, it took me a while to decorate this place. And it was very expensive.” Finn defends as he guides Nick out of the bedroom.

“Oh, I can imagine.” Nick follows close behind Finn as he guides him to another room down the hall.

“This is my favorite room.” Finn says as he opens the door and pulls the red-head inside. “I guess you could call it the music room but it’s mainly where I hold all my vinyls and whatnot.”

The ‘music room’ was a decently sized room that was full with shelves and posters. This room was much darker in comparison to the other rooms with dark gray walls and two small windows looking out to the street. On the left side of the room, there were countless numbers of CDs from various bands and singers stacked on large, black bookshelves. A small table that was pushed up against the wall held a single, large, blue CD player. The other side of the room contained more shelves and cases full of vinyls. Some vinyls were out of their sleeves and put on stands for display while the rest were organized by artists. Similar to the left side of the room, there was another table that held a dark blue vinyl player and two speakers.

Tucked away in the corner of the room were two electric guitars plugged into speakers. One was a dark blue and the other was dark red with a few stickers decorating it. Decorating the walls were numerous posters of different artists, some posters were in black frames while others were just taped to the wall. To ensure that the room wasn’t that dark, white LED lights wrapped around the crevices of the walls, creating just enough light for the room.

“Oh my god I fucking love this room.” Nick gushes, his eyes skimming over the countless numbers of CDs. “You’re a music fan, huh?”

“Major. I literally can't live without it.” Finn replies with a smile. “You can play anything you want at any time. Just tell me when you want to and I’ll help you out.”

“REALLY?” Nick’s jaw drops as he looks back over at the taller.

“Really.”

“Alright but if you don’t have a single Melanie Martinez CD or vinyl I will be very upset.”

“Nick, I literally have every single thing she’s released. I’ve been a fan of hers since day one.”

“WHAT?” Finn lets out a small laugh when he looks over at Nick and sees his shocked expression.

“Just wait until you see my room. Speaking of which, I’ll bring you there now since the rest of the rooms aren’t very important.” Finn gently taps the back of Nick’s hand with his thumb as he guides him out of the music room and down the hall.

“Wait, what are the other rooms?” Nicks asks, his gaze staying fixed onto his and Finn’s hands in front of him.

“Just the laundry room and bathroom.” Finn replies with a small shrug. Nicks nods his head and allows the male to guide him to the final room down the hall. His eyes shift down to the blue light seeping out from underneath the door, a curious expression spreading across his face as he looks up at Finn. The latter locks eyes with the red-head for a moment before he breaks eye contact to open the door and drags the male inside.

Finn’s bedroom, similar to the music room, held a much darker demeanor in comparison to the rest of the house. The walls were painted a light gray and were decorated with tons of posters and a few vinyls. None of the posters were in frames and were simply stuck to the wall with double sided tape and pins. Most of these posters were of Melanie Martinez while the others were of other bands, artists, and even Spider-Man.

Blue LED lights framed the corners of the entire room, which explained the blue light coming from under the door. The lights weren’t bright and not dark either, they were the perfect shade and just bright enough so you could see all the decor.

Speaking of which, a large clear case on the left side of the room housed numerous action figures and comic books. Some figures were still in their box while others were in different dynamic poses. On the side of this case was another book shelf neatly organized with Finn’s favorite CDs and vinyls, as well as two players and small speakers. On the other side of the room was a large desk with three monitors, a large mouse pad, keyboard, and KEWS figures displayed on shelves that held a few electronics and games.

A blue gaming chair was positioned directly in front of all the monitors, a white cat paw pillow was positioned against the back of it. Underneath the large desk was a blue miniature fridge which probably held a few drinks and snacks. Next to the desk was a wall with multiple shelves that was packed with stuffed animals. The smaller ones were on these shelves and the bigger ones were underneath them on the floor. In the middle of the room, a king sized mattress was set on a black bed frame.

Dark blue pillows were stacked against the headboard and a matching blanket was neatly folded and set near the foot of the bed. Above the headboard was a black projector that hung from the ceiling. Black nightstands were on both sides of the bed and atop of them were simple lamps with small Hello Kitty and Friends figures at the bases of them. Underneath the bed was a large circular rug in the shape of a vinyl and pull out drawers that held a few small figures that didn’t make it on the display case.

Nick’s jaw drops the second he steps inside Finn’s bedroom, his head slowly turning around to admire all the things inside. “Finn.” Nick states.

“What’s up?” Finn replies, his gaze shifting down at the red-head who’s still looking around his room in awe.

“Remember when I assumed that you have a badass room?”

“I remember you saying that very vividly, yes.”

“Well I have been proven correct. Your room is so fucking cool.” Finn giggles softly and mumbles a small thank you to the red-head who looks over at him with a smile. “I have two questions though.”

“Ask away.”

“Are you a nerd?” Finn, flustered at Nick’s question, shoots the red-head a shocked expression. “I'm teasing you, no need to get all flustered.” Nick raises hand to ruffle Finn’s hair, a teasing smile clear on his lips. “I’m asking because you have a shit ton of action figures and comic books. More specifically of Spider-Man.”

Finn’s face flushes when Nick cards his hand through his hair a single time before removing his hand. His mind sputters for a moment, completely flustered before he finally responds.

“I just really fuck with Spider-Man. I fuck with a few other characters too but mainly him.” Finn replies simply, stumbling over his words slightly as he locks eyes with Nick. The second that sentence escapes Finn’s lips, the red-head shoots him a suspicious look, a single eyebrow raising as he bites back a laugh.

“Nick… not like that.” The latter covers his mouth with his palm as he giggles. Finn rolls his eyes, a chuckle escaping his lips before Nick regains his composure and looks up at him. “What’s your other question?”

“Oh! Do you have any of Melanie’s perfumes? You know, since you said you have all of her stuff.”

“Yeah! I have the Portals Parfum and the Cry Baby perfume. They’re both with the rest of my colognes in my bathroom.” As Finn points towards the door behind him, Nick looks up at him with a shocked expression.

“You’re fucking with me.” Nick states, “You do not have the Cry Baby perfume.” Finn lets out a small sigh and guides Nick to his bathroom. “Oh shit, your bathroom looks just like mine.”

“Really?”

Nick hums softly in response. “Minus the blue and mini figs.” Finn nods his head and lets go of Nick’s wrist to open his mirror. He shifts through the bottles of colognes until his fingertips brush over a specific bottle. He grabs it and hands a baby bottle to Nick, who’s jaw drops as he delicately handles the said bottle as if it were the most valuable thing in the world.

“Have you used it at all?” Nick asks as he reads the label on the bottle.

“Maybe once or twice but that was when I first got it. I haven’t used it since.” Finn replies, watching with a smile as the red-head carefully spins the bottle around in his hands.

“Dude I want this perfume so bad I can’t believe you bought it. Was it hard to buy or was it relatively easy?”

“It was relatively easy. I mean I had to fight for it nonetheless but she’s home.” As Nick nods his head, he hands the perfume bottle back to Finn to allow him to put it back on his shelf.

“So.” Finn starts, his body turning to look at the red-head. “You have a curfew or something?”

Nick sends the taller a glare the second the question escapes his lips. “Really? A curfew? What do I look like to you? A fucking 12 year old with strict parents?”

A small laugh slips out of Finn’s lips. “I’m kidding!”

“Mh-mm.” Finn covers his mouth to try to suppress his giggles as Nick continues to side eye him.

“Anyways, do you wanna bake some cookies or what?”

Nick’s face immediately lights up as he turns his body to be face to face with the taller. “Yes please!” Finn chuckles and takes Nick’s wrist and begins to pull him out of the bathroom.

“Come on then. Let’s get to baking so we can have a movie marathon.”

#sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo fanfic #matt x reader #chris x reader #nick sturniolo fluff #nick x reader #nick sturniolo imagine #nick sturniolo x reader

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daineic-art · 1 year ago

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-taps mic- Is this thing on?

Okay uh

Hi everyone!

It’s been a… long time since I’ve been actually active, hasn’t it? Well- I have a few explanations if you’d like to sit down and hear them.

To make a really long story short, I fell out of love with SSO. The game was not fun for me anymore and I found no joy in it due to multiple reasons. My own general drama moments, there were multiple things the company did, different things I got into, etc.

The biggest thing (now don't laugh I know how stupid this sounds in relation to Star Stable) was trauma. Yes, trauma. When you've been groomed using a game you've loved since you were 9 years old… you kind of stop playing that game. I resented this game for literal years due to trauma and SSO didn't help themselves by making some dumb decisions. But I was also a kid with trauma I didn't know how to handle. I can't even pinpoint exactly when everything happened, but I know it was around my mid-teens, and has been years since. I have done a lot of soul-searching and development since then because, wow, people can change! Some developments include; I started going to college, didn't like it, and I dropped out. I quit my very awful retail job and got something more akin to my field of study. Then finally, probably the most important one, I got out of an abusive relationship that I got into due to desperation. I'm in a new one with someone I genuinely care about and, frankly, want to spend the rest of my life with. It's insane how one person can open up your eyes so much and help you truly heal and change.

And because of that… I want to say sorry to those I might have hurt when I was still young and hurting. I know trauma isn't always an excuse but when it's all you know and you don't know how to control those feelings you are extremely volatile. I'm sorry to the friends I pushed away, I understand why you left. I'm sorry to the friends who stuck around and had to help me but I am also thankful for you. I'm also thankful to my audience who probably has 0 clue what I'm even talking about! I'm also sorry to those who had to witness my crippling hyper-fixation on You-Know-Who. I promise I'm over that LOL (while I still might draw That Specific Man, I am no longer mentally ill about him)

But why am I talking about this? Why all this deep conversation over a game where you ride around on a horse? Because I want to set my own record straight for myself and I want to start with a clean slate. This might involve a blog name change, maybe even a blog cleanse. But it starts here, with this post. And I'm really hoping this is the start to something better. I won't be posting right away as I want to get my own lore in order but I figured putting something into the world announcing my return (or that at least I've dropped my malice for the game) would be a good start.

I hope yall stick around! Lots of love from Sam 🦌🌿💚

#sso #star stable #star stable online

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numbuh-72 · 9 months ago

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Artist's Message/Update

Hey everyone! Artsy_Lexi here!

Hope everyone has been doing all right and staying safe out there!

I have some stuff I would like to say in regards to Numbuh 72's blog and the plans for what's to come in the future, so buckle up and grab a can of soda!

First off, I wanna thank the people who've been around to support me and my work ever since I returned to Tumblr under Numbuh 72, you guys are all amazing and I've been having a blast starting to know some of you guys, through my fellow mutuals~. I will say, ideas continue to develop in my head for stuff to draw and interact with you guys and have some fun with our characters!

With that in mind, I'm already almost to 25 followers on here! I do plan on doing a small celebration for this milestone that's already about to be achieved, so once I hit it, stick around for a DTIYS art challenge and be on the lookout for a new hashtag that I will put for my oc, Gianna Chavez!

Aside from that though, allow me to give yall an update for what I plan to do to...better organize this blog;

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So I have a lot of ideas for this blog that's been running around my head for ages now and I've been struggling on what idea to do first; This would include

Alternate Universes (FNF, Roblox, Little Brother, etc.)

Finishing up OC Ref sheets, well, updated versions of them-

RP Doodles for RPs that I'm doing as we speak

LOG Data (I've been typing away for days on some of these to catch up on the stuff-)

Creating my own Headcanon for Sector V and other canon characters (Basically a universe for Gianna-)

And so much more!!!!

Don't worry though, I'm gonna be taking as much time as needed to be able to properly organize all of these awesome ideas, though I think for the meantime, I'm gonna try and focus on Gianna's main storyline that involves her improvement on the Treatment Program and how she will successfully get out of it!

Most of her adventures she will have, I plan to maybe do them via roleplays or from doing asks with all my moots and at one point, involve them in the main storyline for Gianna! (That is of course, I get consent for those that see this~)

So the LOG Data you see, those are actual reflections from roleplays that I have completed or in progress that I think are considered worthy for Gianna to report, for this is part of her program to see if she has been improving or not during the course.

I might even at one point ask for help now and then from my friends to gib ideas and of course properly credit them since they are all amazing~

As far as how I will tell the story on here, I have some ideas of doing Arcs with chapters, following with illustrations now and then, or maybe attempt to do a comic series. Who knows, we shall see~

I'm hoping though to try and get more asks in her inbox since sadly it's been empty for the most part and I was hoping people were curious to know her more while I work on some stuff on the side.

Don't worry though! Everything's all good! I'm just pushing a gentle reminder that the Asks are open for Gianna and the ocs listed that are open for questions~ <3

Now inspired by the lovely @kandykatz's way of their organizing their master posts, I might go for that way of organizing my stuff properly, or might do some twists, who knows, still gotta figure that out-

I...think that's all I have for now in what's the plan for this blog, if anything comes to mind I will edit this post or maybe do a part 2.

Thanks guys for taking the time to read! I hope to continue cooking up in the kitchen with yall and have some fun here~

#artists on tumblr #artist #small artist #codename kids next door #codename knd #kids next door #knd #oc #knd oc #codenamekidsnextdoor #codenameknd #artistsoninstagram #send asks #ask me anything

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hawkewatching · 2 years ago

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Dark Sun (Arthur Harrow x Reader)

Chapter 1: The Fate of the Blind (6,872 words)

Summary:

"Now, a chance has presented itself to you. Perhaps your last chance. The question is, are you going to stay and take it, or are you going to run away again?”

Arthur Harrow is impossible. In a desperate time where you need help, he has promised to provide that. You know it’s all too good to be true, but what choice do you have? Drawn in by curiosity, desperation, and perhaps something deeper, what will happen when you finally understand him? Do you really want to know what lurks in his unreadable mind?

Rated Mature for dark themes and some strong language.

Tags: No warnings needed (for now) but this an extremely self-indulgent writeup on an extremely unhealthy relationship. Oh, and so much slow-burning angst. Apologies I only seem to I write pretentious character studies haha. I'm bad at tagging check the AO3 tags uh-

A/N: Hi hello! I've been writing this fic on AO3 for over a year, (14 chapters atm) and it's still ongoing because I'm really slow at this. I will be posting chapters maybe like every week or so here until I catch up to where it's currently at. Or you could just spoil yourself and read ahead. Your choice. Just wanted to have it here because yall clearly want it haha and who would I be to deny some good people some (maybe) good fanfic? The only other thing I wanna say real quick is that I wrote this chapter in about May 2022 so my writing was less good than it is now. I've chosen not to go back and update it because I hate revisiting these things and also it's a nice time capsule for me. So it gets better than this, I promise. ANYWAY I'll just let you read it now thanks :)

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You’ve made a huge mistake.

Your mind was racing with a thousand self-deprecating thoughts, each cursing you more than the last.

How could you be so stupid? “Avoid the weird cult.” They said. “They may seem nice but it’s a goddamn CULT.” They said.

No matter how often your brain told you to run, your legs were fixed firmly in place. You couldn’t tell if it was defiance or stupidity holding you down. Or perhaps you were just intrigued. The world had a habit of not being around in an hour of need, you learned that from experience.

Nowadays, people didn’t really help each other. Sure, there were people saving the world all the time, but no one was coming to save you. Amazingly, these people seemed to look out for one another, or at least that’s what they advertised. An interesting contradiction from a group calling themselves “the disciples of Ammit”.

You still didn’t know what an “Ammit” was. You speculated that you’d held off doing your research on purpose so that you could go into tonight blind.

Why would you go into this blind, idiot?

You’d fallen for their marketing hook, line and sinker, because you longed for some sense of community, and they’d promised that. They’d promised a purpose too, and while you were interested in that aspect, you couldn’t help but feel that it was probably something nefarious.

You would not allow yourself to forget that this was, quite literally, a cult.

Tonight was simply a trail run. Anyone was welcome to the “ceremony”, but you could tell from the calmness of all of the attendees, you estimated thirty of them, that they were familiar with this event. You resolved at that moment to not stick out. If things didn’t work out, which was seeming more likely by the minute, you would leave at the end and no one would ever be wiser.

That’s it. No one ever has to know about this. Just survive whatever this is and go home, never to think about this again. This really was a mistake.

The people around you engaged in quiet conversation, too focused on each other to notice you trying to compose yourself. They had gathered around some elevated steps, almost like a stage. You wondered what kind of performance this would be.

You took a sharp breath, and in that moment you felt the atmosphere shift. The sound of conversation suddenly began to fade, and you could almost feel a new presence in the area without even having to glance in the direction of a new sound, one that had been entirely absent until now.

The sound could only be described as crunching, but even before you could identify its specifics you could tell that whatever was crunching was something that was not supposed to be crunching. When you finally turned, a delayed reaction emulating what everyone around you had also done, but with far less confusion, you saw the source.

An older man, with wispy brown hair with grey streaks and just touched his shoulders, dressed in a manner that could only be described as plain, a light coat wrapped around a red outfit, moving slightly in the breeze. The strange sound went straight through you, emanating with every step of his sandals. In that moment you realised what exactly this noise was as it became louder on approach: glass. Only a small part of you felt repulsed by that, the rest was distracted. With him drawing closer also added a softer, but equally unsettling tapping of a strange-shaped cane.

With the way that complete silence had fallen over all those in attendance, this was who they had been waiting for: The leader.

First impression: The vibes are BAD. They are very, VERY BAD.

You wanted to have a “first impressions are often wrong” mindset and remain optimistic but in the face of all of this it was difficult. You were brought here by desperation after all, and that was a feeling that didn’t simply vanish at the first sign of trouble, as much as you wanted it to.

As much as you hated yourself to admit it, you hadn’t seen anything remotely like this before. Morbid curiosity tied you down, eyes fixed on the leader as you watched him climb the stairs with a level of awkwardness befitting his walking situation. He wore an expression of benevolence, something that you didn’t quite seem to believe fitted him, and as he glanced back at the crowd out of the corner of his eye, you could have sworn you saw a flash of the truth. The smile was caring, but there was something else behind the eyes. Or perhaps nothing at all.

But you didn’t entirely trust your judgement. It could have been an outsider’s perspective catching what the people on the inside were so blind to, sure, or you were blinded by mistrust. You hated not being able to figure this out. You tried to watch him, trying to be completely sure of what you had just seen, but as he turned around to face his audience, your reading was different once again. If he was hiding something, it was gone now. His air of strange sincerity threw you for a loop.

Without having to speak a single word, he had already lowered your guard.

You watched him with some caution, dreading whatever was about to come out of his mouth, but his first words further puzzled you. They came out quieter than you thought they would.

“Isn’t this a wonderful evening?” His lips curled upwards, affirming you of the question’s genuine, but definitely rhetorical nature. “However, I get the sense that something is out of place.” He paused for a moment, stopping mid-breath as he scanned the crowd. You felt his eyes cross over your face for half a second. Perhaps his words were deliberately chosen, and he’d already set his sights on you, but you couldn’t possibly discern that. The man was unreadable. In that brief moment, he had held you in place. There was no escaping this now, at least not until it was over.

“We have to work towards fixing that.” He continued, and you felt yourself being pierced by his gaze as his eyes swept the crowd again. Your mind begged for that not to happen again, your nervousness unable to take another hit. “Who would like to go first?”

“Me first, Harrow. I need an answer.” A voice from the crowd called out, and a young man took a few steps forward.

Harrow smiled, his face was warm and understanding, but his eyes flashed with amusement. The two contradictions left you to further wallow in confusion. “It’s Arthur, please. Remain patient, through Ammit all things are revealed.” His voice grew quieter as the man approached, and he managed to form a pleasant smile.

It was deathly silent as Harrow began to roll up his sleeve, not even having to glance as his unblinking eyes locked with the man. What was slowly revealed to you was a tattoo that took a little while to identify as strange scales. You could tell that something bizzare was about to happen, as if the man on the receiving end beginning to sweat on such a cold evening wasn’t a good enough indication.

Something in the air shifted. In your distraction you didn’t even notice how Harrow was now gripping his man’s wrists, and in-between their hands was that cane, now swinging in the most unnatural manner. The confusion was overwhelming, so much so that you didn’t even try to rationalise it. There was no rational explanation for how a tattoo could move like that. The way it rocked felt uncomfortably too real for your liking, and you found your eyes trying to dart somewhere else, as if they would do anything to get away from it.

“I judge you in Ammit’s name, with but a fraction of her power.” The unfamiliarity of his words failed to help you rationalise the situation.

You are very much in over your head right now.

Much like the one being judged, you felt yourself paralysed with dread. You had already made up your mind: whatever was going on here was not for you. You wondered what would happen if they knew there was a doubter in their midst. There was something ominous about the idea of failing any test that was given here.

However much time had actually passed was probably about ten times shorter than you felt. The unfamiliar actions stopped, and some peace was restored in your mind. You watch as Harrow beamed. “This is the face of a good man.” His grip immediately loosening, tapping the man on the shoulder encouragingly. Whatever the hell any of that had meant, it was a positive outcome, and just about everyone seemed overjoyed.

The “good man” gave a bright smile, before returning to a group of people within the crowd who bustled excitedly. You didn’t get what was going on here at all, but it was thoroughly weird. You had questions that you didn’t really want to know the answers to.

For what felt like an eternity, the night continued on like this. Every result was the same, and while you gradually became more accustomed to what you were seeing, by the end of it you were starting to wonder what would happen if someone who wasn’t so good was on the receiving end of a magical tattoo. But you sure as hell weren’t brave enough to consider even testing that.

Harrow had turned to his audience, gracing them with another glance that you felt in your soul for only a moment. Every time he looked your way you felt fear, and didn’t quite understand why. “Perhaps I misjudged this evening after all.” As he spoke, that gentle smile back on his face, he stroked the top of his cane. “I’m sure this devotion on display tonight would greatly please Ammit. I wish you all a good night.”

You didn’t understand his next words, the language of them definitely being foreign to you, but the crowd repeated them with a murmur. You caught the word “Ammit” within it.

So whatever it was, it probably wasn’t great.

You tried to blend in, but that had all happened so fast. Still, it didn’t appear that the people had noticed anything, or anyone, out of place. Despite the promises that people on the outside were free to visit, this place felt uncomfortably inclusive. You wondered how anyone even joined this thing at all.

As conversation began to return to the audience, you finally plucked up the courage to look behind you, eyeing your exit strategy. It was a little bit darker than when you had first gotten here, so you needed a moment to re-acquaint yourself with the already unfamiliar environment.

You hadn’t looked away for long, perhaps no longer than half a minute, but when you turned back the leader was already gone. Faster than you thought he’d be. It was unclear where exactly he had gone and that made you nervous for some reason that you couldn’t quite understand.

You figured this was as good of a time as any to take your leave, deciding to take a hard pass on the weird cult like you should have done from the beginning. Strengthened by this resolve, you took a few steps forward on your way out.

“Excuse me.”

You already recognised the voice even before you looked behind you. If you had given yourself time to think about things before turning on instinct, you wouldn’t have done it at all.

Standing only a few paces behind you was Harrow, armed with the same smile from before. It seemed like he never really left. Desperate to avoid direct eye contact, your gaze flashed for a moment to the way he handled that cane in both hands, with a lightness you didn’t really expect. From this distance you could now discern why it looked so strange, tipped with two crocodile heads.

If that’s not freaky, nothing is.

It took him a while to get to whatever it was that he wanted to say, and spurred on by the awkward silence, you finally picked up the courage to look his way, only to see his own gaze cutting straight through you. Immediately, your stomach dropped. What it was in his eyes that you couldn’t identify before became clear to you in that moment, they were deeply, disturbingly analytical. The realisation overcame you that this whole time, he’d been watching you. You already knew what he was going to say.

“I’ve never seen you here before.” The way he spoke didn’t sound like a threat, but more of a casual observation. The way he took a step closer, and the prominent crunch that followed his foot touching the ground did well to put you more on edge, though. The sound cut right through you in the way that it probably did to his feet.

“Y-Yeah, first time.” You stammered, despite expecting this kind of conversation to happen, any plan you had for what to say had completely disappeared in his presence. “This was a test run. Just a taster.”

He nodded his head in acknowledgement, head angled upwards as he seemed to scan you from above, a light breeze catching his hair. Something about that moment presented him as truly intimidating, but the seriousness on his face drops quickly. “Understandable. It would be unwise to just jump into something like this without all of the information.”

That was not what you had expected to hear. You had expected someone like this to be begging for a new addition to the cult, not a take that seemed, dare you say it, reasoned. Reason was not something you had imagined seeing here, especially not coming from the ringleader.

He observed your silence, seeming to take satisfaction in making you think. “What are your thoughts?” He asks slowly. He was patient with what must have been a burning question.

You were afraid to say no, at least directly. The conflicting information you had received about this man had in no way informed you of what to do. “I’m not sure, really. I’ll have to sleep on it.” You tried to sound as sincere as possible, and felt that you did good enough to convince yourself. Whether you convinced him or not was another, unknown story.

His head tilted in response, and in the exhale that followed you saw a shift in him. You suddenly felt as if he had sensed your insecurity and uncertainty, and with that came the horrible feeling that your words hadn’t worked at all.

“Could I possibly have one chance to change your mind?” His face had what could only be described as a half-smile. You could have sworn you caught a glimpse of something else in his eyes for a moment, like a shark smelling blood in the water.

He just knows I’ve already made up my mind.

That felt like a challenge. Why would he ask such a thing unless he had complete and total confidence he could sway you into utter insanity? He was willing to commit himself to a battle of wits that he already knew he was losing. You almost respected it, but the rational part of your mind was begging you to not go that far.

You sighed, giving in to the way he looked now at you. Eyes wide, pleading. Not what you’d expected to see and they made you feel a way you didn’t expect either. He had shifted gears so quickly that it made you doubt everything you’d seen before. You spoke out of pity. “One chance.”

He doesn’t celebrate. The smile he gives is too small to even show his teeth. There is something sincerely grateful about him.

He takes the last few steps needed until he’s right next to you. “Come with me.” He requests, thinly veiling the command with some nonchalance. He walks past you but his head remains turned, watching you with patience, waiting for you to oblige him.

There was no choice left now. You started to leave the scattered crowd behind, walking with deliberate slowness to follow a suspicious stranger into a dark, unknown street. Stories like this never ended well.

He waited until you caught up to him before starting to speak, directing you ahead. “Be honest. Why did you come here tonight?” Once again, his words were innocuous, but he looked at you with a seriousness that demanded nothing but the truth.

Something about him, perhaps the small smile he chose to give you anyway, put you at enough ease to not crack under the pressure. “Honestly? Morbid curiosity.”

He gave an amused scoff. “You could do just about anything out of morbid curiosity. But why come here, specifically?” His questioning felt a little more intense this time. You knew that your words had not satisfied him.

You gave no response, afraid to once again say something that wasn’t what he was looking for. Whatever that was. You didn’t know how far he would go. Harrow was watching you with utmost patience, something that only pressured you further.

“Allow me to take a guess, and forgive me if I’m incorrect.” He took a deep breath which almost seemed to steal the air around you, your throat frozen in nervous anticipation of whatever he would say next.

“You are deeply lonely. You have friends and family but they don’t fill the void in your heart like they’re supposed to. You don’t feel like you belong anywhere, no matter how hard you try, and in your desperation you’ve turned to the one place that your mind is absolutely screaming at you to not go to. You’re here because you’re out of options, and you’re out of options because every time an answer presents itself you run away from it because you are afraid. That’s what you intend to do after tonight.”

Fuck.

Those observations had all spilled out in one large chunk. He might have prepared you by acting like it was only a stab in the dark but his words indicated zero doubt in his own judgement. You don’t know how he knew, but he just knew.

He didn’t wait for you to say anything. You suspected he also knew this was how you’d react, so he continued. “People are at their darkest when they have no options left. I wouldn’t wish that upon you. Now, a chance has presented itself to you. Perhaps your last chance.” He leaned in a little bit, his words going directly into your ear. “The question is, are you going to stay and take it, or are you going to run away again?”

He didn’t need to give you the extra emphasis, you knew exactly what he wanted. The sound of every step he took interrupted your thoughts, and that frustrated you further. At this point, it was unbearable. Your shock began to turn into offence. “Why do you care so much about what happens to me?”

The words that you had spat at him seemed to have no effect. “So I’m on the right track?” He commented, once again, his smile was only small. His humble act was one you saw right through, but his unwavering commitment to it made you wonder why he bothered to keep up that pretence. “I care because I believe that good people deserve good things.”

As much as you hated to admit it, that sounded genuine. You grumbled, refusing to accept the implied compliment. “How do you know I’m good?”

“It’s something you can just sense in people.” There was no hesitation in his reply.

“You might have to test me on that.” For a moment, you became more aware of your surroundings, and your ears fixated on the sound of his crunching steps. You wished you could ignore it, and tried to listen to his voice instead. You never thought you’d prefer that sound.

“I might, in time.” Harrow chuckled, and your heart dropped for a moment, afraid he might actually try that. “I don’t force that on people, though. Please, sit.” As you breathed a silent sigh of relief, he directed an arm toward a bench under a streetlight, located right next to a bunch of apartments. The heart of his domain. The belly of the beast.

You had no choice but to comply, but you felt yourself being genuinely drawn in by what were likely hollow promises. You couldn’t tell for sure, because there was nothing about this unreadable man that you felt like you knew about him. The only thing about him that seemed certain was that there was definitely glass in his shoes, and that in itself was not a welcoming sign.

But you saw an opportunity to better understand the situation, and feeling backed into a corner, you decided to take it. “Let’s say, hypothetically, that I was to stay. What would happen?” You asked, trying your best to sound truly uninterested, despite the wording of the question betraying you.

There was a warmness to his smile, but his unblinking, watchful eyes cancels out the former’s effect. Once again, you found yourself gravitating towards his voice in an attempt to distract yourself. You knew you were giving him what you wanted, because now you were actually listening. “You’d have a new roof over your head and plenty of like-minded people to meet. But you’d still have the parts of your life that you want to keep. You’re still free to see the people that don’t satisfy you, I understand they can be hard to let go. You can live your life as if nothing has changed, if that’s what you want.” You’d expected him to be at least a little demanding, as he had been earlier, but he was totally relaxed, applying no pressure. As a result of that, his next words stuck out like a sore thumb: “All I’d ask in return is for your devotion to Ammit.”

The absurdity of that statement made you laugh. While you weren’t focused on Harrow at all in that moment, out of the corner of your eye you saw his mouth twitch, but that moment was gone in an instant, and just like that you again doubted what you had seen. Regardless, it prompted you to take a breath and compose yourself a little. “That is a very, very large ask.”

Given what you saw from him, you expected a bad reaction, but he tilted his head a little, almost looking down at you as if eyeing you up. You shuffled in your seat as you watched him do this, his unknown reasons for this making you even more nervous. When you saw a smile appear on his face, you felt your worries being alleviated on the spot.

“That’s a normal response to that part. So many are reluctant to hear that out, but you’d be surprised how many people see their mistake.” He didn’t seem offended at all. You couldn’t even sense some other emotion hiding within him this time.

Everything about this man felt deliberate. For the first time, him being completely unreadable scared you to death. You thought back to all of the times where you thought you understood him for a moment, wondering if perhaps, this was all simply what he wanted you to see.

One thing was especially clear: you should not have given this man a chance at all.

But- and you hated yourself for thinking this- something about him was fascinating. A walking contradiction that somehow seemed to know everything. A little too much, probably. The centre of his own bizarre universe that, by all accounts, sounded beyond your comprehension. The more pieces of the puzzle you were given, the more you felt compelled to solve it, no matter how deep into the unknown he was going to drag you.

And besides, you knew he wasn’t wrong. You did need something in your life to change, and no matter what came of this, it would be a change. You knew you were letting him win, and you’d been playing right into his hands from the moment he spoke to you, anyway. Perhaps it was too late to escape all of this even if you wanted that. He’d barely had to do anything at all to achieve that outcome.

Did he know this would happen?

The way Harrow watched you was as if he was reading your thoughts. You had taken a little too long to respond. When you made eye contact with him, you gave him a glare, as if warning him to stay out of your head. The threat didn’t seem to faze him at all, either that or he didn’t notice. He must have noticed.

In humiliation, you chose to be standoffish. You couldn’t look at him again. “You ask people to derail their lives to worship a god?” You grumbled, you knew you were not asking the most productive question when it came to getting the answers you wanted, but you were too mad to care.

“You don’t even have to eat, sleep and breathe in her name. Only genuine belief in her and real care for her cause. That is all we require.” You had the feeling that his answer was very much tried and tested. He had known exactly how to respond, but that was probably a side effect of the unwelcoming nature of the idea of a strange cult.

It all sounded so absurd to you. Too absurd to possibly be real, despite all the evidence to the contrary that you had witnessed. However, you decided to try and take it seriously. “How do you know if someone really believes?”

“You don’t. It’s something you just sense in people.” He seemed to take satisfaction in the repeated phrase.

You couldn't help but doubt his ability to ‘sense’ that kind of thing, but that was not something you had any interest in testing. “I don’t think I could commit to that. It’s all too much.” You commented with brutal honesty.

“That’s a shame.” Harrow clicked his tongue, and as he continued, he sounded almost like a parent reprimanding their child. You deeply disapproved of that comparison, enough so to look him in the eyes, but the calm energy he exuded removed any motivation to dispute him in the moment. “You really are struggling. Run away if you think that will help, although I have to say from experience that it does not.” He tilted his head suddenly, as if eagerly awaiting whatever you’d say next.

“Experience?” You asked, the sudden inquisitiveness of your question utterly giving away your desire for information.

That piqued your interest. Of course a guy like him had his trauma. That part made far too much sense. You wanted to know how someone could go from being in the real world to being in… whatever this world was. His very presence seemed to warp reality into something unfamiliar, where the rules were a complete mystery.

But from the way he’d worded it, and you were unsure if that was intentional, it almost made it sound like he’d experienced something similar. You’d taken some comfort in knowing that the two of you couldn’t have been further apart but that barrier seemed to be shattered in an instant. You wished for someone to understand, but perhaps your wish should have been more specific. You awaited his next words with bated breath.

He seemed to look at you instead of through you. With a sigh, he spoke quietly as if imparting some great secret. “There was a time where I was afraid to make any more commitments because I was so afraid of making another mistake.”

Why did it have to be him that understood?

You felt both extreme ends of emotions at once at this revelation, and once again unable to look him in the eye despite his best effort, you found yourself staring into the night, watching the windows of the buildings, seeming some life inside. “I know that feeling.” Your words trailed off, unfocused.

He took a deep breath for a moment, appearing to pinpoint your distraction. “I can’t imagine any mistake of yours being on the level of my own.” After that, he leaned inwards, enough that you could faintly feel his hot breath. “But we are all controlled by our own anxieties at some point in our lives. I overcame mine by finding a new purpose. Perhaps that is your solution too.”

“Perhaps.” You replied, still distant, taking a moment too long to latch on to his comments about his past. If you had put more thought into your answer, you probably would have prodded him for information, but something told you that he didn’t seem keen on giving specifics.

“However you choose to do it, you need to take a leap of faith at some point.” He spoke as if he were speaking facts, not merely giving advice. The conviction toyed with your mind, still reeling from the possibility that he might actually understand you.

You faced him again, taking a moment to recover upon finding that he was closer than expected. That had made you jump a little, and he’d observed that too with a smile. Unsure of what to say, you hoped and waited for him to continue. Whatever his advice was, you wanted to hear it. If that was down to curiosity or desperation was something you hadn’t yet decided.

“It worked for me. For a long time I…” Harrow’s words trailed off as, for the first time, he didn’t look at you. Instead he stared down at the hands that held the cane between his legs, watching his fingers caress over its heads. He scoffed before continuing. “I didn’t have one foot in reality. My past tried its best to break me. But I got out of it alive, and I see clearly now. I have a goal, the means to achieve it and people who understand. I never had those before, and the feeling now?” He let out a drawn-out sigh, and it was his turn to also be fixated by the night, smiling bigger than usual at nothing in particular. “It’s liberating.”

Still, no specifics. You had spotted his promises of a way to get better, but you also spotted the irony in his words. It would have been easy to get distracted again, but you weren’t passing up on the opportunity to get what you wanted twice. You raised an eyebrow, starting to find the confidence you needed. “What is that goal, anyway?”

He looked back at you, and you caught a triumphant glint in his eye. “The eradication of evil.” The way that he was in that moment, the combination of him staring, unblinking, his hair beginning to fall over his face and armed with a slightly larger smile than usual, all worked to unsettle you. You hadn’t seen him like this before. Passionate. Weirdly passionate.

Once again, his head tilted, and while his expression didn’t change, it seemed to indicate some confusion. You hadn’t quite given him what he wanted. “Not as sinister as you expected, no?” He grinned, his attempt at some kind of joke threw you off, as if it was something he wasn’t meant to do. However, you found it oddly endearing, even in the awkward moment.

That wasn’t what you thought he’d say, but you knew fully well that you couldn't trust his word. Or at least, you shouldn’t, but you had kept on indulging him. In your scepticism, you refused to let him win. “It still sounds slightly sinister.” You joked, despite knowing that there was no chance he'd find it funny. The more you dwelled on that, the more you believed that sincerely. There had to be a catch. There always was.

He shook his head. “No, it’s not.” The smile was still present, completely unflappable. He moved in a bit closer to emphasise his next words, which you were prepared for this time. “Like I said before, good people deserve good things, simple as that.”

“I’m sure you’re one of those good people.” You replied, not even trying to hide your sarcasm.

For the first time, you sensed that your words had actually stumped him. That felt like a personal achievement. He shuffled awkwardly, and you noticed him hold on tighter to that cane, once again his glance drifted towards it. He took the moment in his stride though, forcing a smile. “That’s a little more complicated. I don’t really know about that.”

You wonder how that made any sense, trying to hide your own confusion. That would require more thought that you couldn’t put in at this moment. He was keeping you occupied enough as is.

Harrow seemed to know this too and gave you no time to process that, immediately resuming his words. “What I do know is that heaven on earth can be realised, and I’d like to achieve that.” This was an extreme casual air to those words that felt contradictory. He made it all sound so simple.

“And this is how?” You questioned quietly, your confidence fading. He was throwing too much at you too fast, and you didn’t understand any of it. Once again, the feeling of being in way over your head returned.

His face dropped. In an instant, he’d returned to how he was before. The passion wasn’t gone, but hidden only inside those eyes. Now, he only looked at you with disappointment. You expected him to change course and try something else. “No tree may ascend to the light of heaven if it doesn’t descend to the darkness of hell.” He recited with a sigh, but you weren’t sure what exactly he was referencing. ”Unfortunately, that’s how it is.”

The eradication of evil… with evil. Of course, it all sounded like insanity. Despite how well he’d taken your arguments, you felt that this was one subject you shouldn’t dare challenge him on.

“Is that…” You were at a loss for words, unsure of how to proceed. “Really right?” You couldn’t get out much, and regretted that you weren’t more precise almost immediately.

Despite everything, he was patient. He blinked slowly, and the way that his gaze drifted past you seemed to suggest that was greatly contemplating his next words. “Honestly,” he took a deep breath, making you suspect that he really did mean that word, ”some nights, I just don’t sleep. It’s at those late hours sometimes when my sins catch up to me and it all becomes a bit too much. I pass that time cursing those that put me here and myself, and that’s not too productive, but what keeps me going is the knowledge that everything will be set right, eventually.” The whole story seemed to amuse him, smiling to himself.

There were too many questions, and he seemed to only be giving one vague answer at a time. For a moment, you hated him for that. He knew what he was doing. You felt that he was probably stringing you along on purpose, but you just couldn’t help yourself. You had to keep asking.

“And how would that happen?” You questioned, watching him intently. As he spoke of these things, he seemed to not quite be there. Just bringing up these topics appeared to turn the gears in his mind to a distracting degree.

He scoffed. “It’s not actually up to me. I’m simply speeding up the process.” Finally, he looked at you again, this time truly unreadable and with no expression to discern. “This is a world of gods and monsters and we are but pieces in a game.” He tapped his foot, a sound that you didn’t actually hear, but you did catch the accompanying glass, which distracted your thoughts for a moment.

You didn’t quite know what to say immediately, wanting to challenge him but not quite knowing how. “So what, you’re running all of this entirely on faith?”

Harrow’s eyes narrowed, perhaps that question striking offence in him. “And that surprises you?” His response had great disapproval more than anything else. You knew he wanted you to feel bad. “You’re really not understanding what this is, are you?”

A religious cult.

“I get it.” You insisted, feeling suddenly defensive. “I just-”

You getting worked up seemed to immediately calm him down. “It’s just that you’ve never experienced anything like this before. Being afraid of what’s unknown is perfectly natural.” The way that Harrow explained that to you felt a bit too patronising for your taste. You knew this already. He must have known that you knew this.

You were sick of him trying to read you, and equally sick of him actually succeeding. “Why do all of this, anyway?” You asked exasperatedly. “Why focus on me? Am I important or do you do this to everyone who strolls in here?” You looked at him with desperation, needing him to finally give you a straight answer.

Now you really need something off of him. You’ve fallen right into his trap.

He finally pushed his hair off of his face, allowing you to look fully upon it. You began to realise that there was nothing you could do that would faze him as he gave a tiny smile. “That’s something I haven’t quite figured out myself. There’s something about you that tells me it would be a waste to let you go.” He sounded sincere. Somehow more than usual.

That answer stopped every thought running through your mind. You began to remember everything else he’d said. This wasn’t about evil and gods and some incomprehensible goals. This was about trying to do better. This was about finding anyone who would understand. Somehow, that was him. These thoughts overwhelmed you. “Really?” You inquired, trying to hide this struggle.

You imagined that he saw right through it. His words were slow, his smile was warm, and his whole demeanour was genuine. You realised you’d never actually caught him in a lie for certain, deciding against a tiny corner of your brain screaming otherwise to trust him for a moment. “Now is the time to stop being afraid. I implore you to stay with us. You don’t have to be alone any more. People will look after you.” He took in a deep breath, as if unsure whether to proceed, and he smiled to himself before doing so, watery eyes locked with you. “I will look after you. I will help you if you help yourself.” There was a great certainty to his words, and it was exactly what you needed to hear. All doubt faded from your mind.

His hand graced your back, his touch startling you as you jumped a tiny bit. You weren’t sure why, because you didn’t particularly mind. The brief moment of contact felt surprisingly warm. You felt yourself lean into his touch on instinct, allowing him to stay.

You didn’t know if it was his words or his actions that disarmed you, but your emotions flooded out all at once. You felt your eyes watering in the overwhelming moment. “I want to be better.” You choked out your words.

His smile grew bigger, as if encouraging you. “That chance is here. You don’t know when it will come again.” His words had a deep certainty to them, and he leaned in closer, his voice coming out almost in a whisper. “Are you going to let it slip through your fingers?” That question had total finality to it, as if he knew exactly how you’d answer.

“I don’t want that.” You responded with a shaky breath, overcome by everything.

“Good.” Harrow stood up with surprising quickness, especially because you were once again subjected to that unsettling sound of glass. You only imagined the pain that must have come from that, but concluded that there was no way he really felt it. Despite what he said, he sounded relieved more than anything, not pleased or proud, and he continued like that. “In that case, please come with me.”

He held out a hand for you to take, and you didn’t even have to think. You accepted the warmth, drawn to it, needing it.

Most of this insane cult stuff didn’t matter. You weren’t completely won over, but you had been on what did matter. Unbelievably, this hadn’t been a mistake. All you had wanted was support and understanding, and the world truly was beyond saving if you’d found that answer here of all places.

You followed, eyes wide, deadly curious. A small part of your mind felt like a fish on a line, hopelessly caught. He had done the impossible: completely changed your mind, and he knew from the moment his eyes first laid upon you that he could do this. That thought unleashed terror in you, but you felt yourself supress it almost as fast as it came because for the most part, you didn’t care.

What have I done?

No, stop it. This is going to be fine. You’re going to get better. You’ll be happy now.

#arthur harrow #arthur harrow x reader #moon knight #ethan hawke #i've never posted anything like this on here before please go easy on me

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