#that's why the bus was flipped over. they just did a hit and run

[daisymbin]

so? what's it gonna be, princess? - choi seungcheol

warnings: none!!

pairings: choi seungcheol x reader

genre: best friend to lovers (as always... zzzzz)

wc: 1.8k

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‘’cheollie, i think i will be running a little late. it started pouring out of nowhere and i don't have my umbrella with me,’’ seungcheol could practically hear the pout coming from you through the phone, ‘’please help me tell the boys im sorry and that i'll be there as soon as i can.’’ today was yet another friday evening where the boys had planned a group dinner to catch up with everyone which happens once every 2 weeks. 

‘’you're pouting arent you?’’ your best friend teased you through the phone. ‘’no im not..’’ you lie, but unbeknownst to you, seungcheol is sitting in his car; parked just outside your company's lobby waiting for you. he smiles as he watches you furrow your eyebrows and look up at the sky; watching the pouring rain, and he sees your pout growing more evident. ‘’don't you regret turning me down this morning when i offered to drive you after work?’’ he chuckles to himself as he continues to tease you; he fumbles reaching for an umbrella in the backseat, ready to walk towards you. 

‘’maybe a little…but my office is in the complete opposite direction.. i didn’t want to trouble you.’’ you tried justifying. ‘’its been 13 years now that we've been friends, how many times do i have to tell you that you're never a bother or trouble to me? you know i love helping you out and doing things with you. even if its just driving with you by my side.’’ you felt your stomach do a little flip at your best friend's words and you try to shake the feeling away. seungcheol watches as you brace yourself, getting ready to run in the rain to cross the road, most likely to get to the bus stop. ‘’WAIT, STAY THERE!’’ he shouts through the phone and you all but halt your movements all together. ‘’huh? what do you mean?’’ you asked as confusion took over you. ‘’hello?’’ you prod again when he doesnt say anything back. ‘’cheol??’’ this time you remove your phone from your ear to look at the screen, had the call been disconnected?

‘’princess!’’ your head whipped around at the sound of that. you could recognise his voice anywhere and yet, you didnt exactly believe it. what is he doing here? why would he be here? you watch as seungcheol run out of his car holding an umbrella over his head, ‘’what are you doing here? i thought i told you not to come? i could have made it to dinner on my own..’’ you say as you started to feel bad. ‘’in this heavy rain? its gonna take you forever!’’ he chuckles lightly as he reaches his arm out to put over your shoulder, getting you under the umbrella with him. ‘’yeah but still.. its so inconvenient for you.’’ seungcheol watches as your pout slowly returns. all he can think about is how cute and pretty you look, and how soft your lips would feel against his. 

‘’nothing is ever inconvenient when it comes to you. did you forget why my nickname for you is princess in the first place? did you forget the promise i made you when we were kids? i said i'll always treat you like the princess you are, didnt i?’’ he asked as he tugged you closer to him and start walking back to his car. ‘’cheol, of course i remember, but no one ever really holds onto promises they made when they were kids. it was just all fun and games!’’ you laugh as you hit his chest lightly with your fist playfully. seungcheol catches your hand and held it in his for a second before letting go. ‘’i didn't think it was just for fun and games…i meant what i said back then & i still do.’’ his face turned serious before it was quickly replaced by his boyish shy smile that you love so much. he reached down to open the door to the passenger seat, ushering you to get in. 

you watch as he closed the door to the passenger seat and quickly ran over to the driver's seat. ‘’what was that about?’’ you asked as soon as seungcheol settled in this seat. it doesnt go unnoticed by you that half of his body is wet; drenched in rain, clearly from shielding you with the umbrella better and not himself. you heart aches at that a little. ‘’what was what?’’ he questioned back, looking at you with confusion swimming in his brown orbs. you took in a deep breath and let out an audible sigh, ‘’you mean what you said back then and you still do?’’ you laughed before continuing playfully, ‘’aww, does that mean that my cheolie is still in love with me after all these years?’’ you teased jokingly as you think back to when you were both 21, your best friend had drunkenly confessed to you in a game of truth or dare with chan, minghao, soonyoung and joshua that you were in fact his first love when you were both younger. what he failed to mention however is that he was still in love with you at that time. 

‘’cheol, im just joking. dont look at me like that.’’ you say as you shift your eyes towards the road; finding his burning gaze too hard to keep in contact with. ‘’don't look at you like what?’’ his voice came out a lot softer and huskier than he'd like. not that seungcheol was trying anything, but his throat suddenly felt so so dry. was he about to have this conversation with you? ‘’i don't know, you just look so serious. i was just kidding. come on, start the car, or we'll be late.’’ you unintentionally whined, hoping that he will let it go and drop the subject. but seungcheol caught on to your nervousness, he always does. you have your tells when you're nervous and seungcheol knows all of them like the back of his hand. he knows you oh so well. 

feeling a sudden surge of confidence from the fact that he made you nervous, inevitably, your best friend turned cocky. ‘’so what if i am?’’ he asked as he leaned his face against his fist that his biceps were resting on the steering wheel. ‘’what?’’ you asked as you furrowed your eyebrows at him. seungcheol could see the slight irritation dancing in your eyes. he knows you think he's fucking with you again like he always does, except what you didn't know was all his playful flirting? yeah he meant those. but you? you could play along with his playful flirting but joking about feelings and being in love? that crosses the line for you. not funny. at all. 

‘’i said, so what if i am? so what if i am still in love with you after all these years?’’ truthfully, seungcheol felt confident and cocky, but that was before he actually said those words out loud. now? his heart was thumping so hard he thought it might jump right out of his chest, but of course, he didnt show it, he tried his hardest not to at least; always keeping that small but nervous smile on his face. ‘’if this is another one of your stupid jokes, stop it. its not funny. you know i hate when people joke about feelings.’’ your irritation had grown tenfold by now. ‘’start the car cheol, we'll be late.’’ 

‘’but we're already late,’’ he says as he debates in his mind if he should hold your hand. ‘’and besides, don't you think i know you well enough by now to know what not to joke about?’’ he watches as your eyes soften and reaches for your hand. you look down at where you are both linked: your hands, and silence takes over you. ‘’so, should we walk into dinner holding hands and let the boys plan our wedding or are you going to reject me and let this car ride be the most awkward we've ever been around each other?’’ seungcheol all but nervously asks, jokingly of course.

‘’is this really how you ask someone out? that's so corny and cringey. no wonder you've been single all these years!” seungcheol lets out a breath of relief when he hears your sweet laugh and sees a smile finally break out on your face. ‘’is the reason i'm single all these years really because of how corny and cringey i am or is it because of how in love i am with you that i stayed by your side and took care of you the best i knew how to at whatever age it was, that i always looked out for you no matter where we were, be it at a party, in class, in school, at a dinner functions, anything. that i tried my best to never let you feel alone and to know that i always believe in you no matter what negative things that pretty little head of yours tells you when you go to bed at night? and look at you now? look how far you've come.’’

seungcheol held your hand up to his lips and kissed the back of your hand. you felt tears lightly prickle your eyes and you blinked them away, ‘’thank you, cheol..for always being there for me even when i didn’t know i needed you.’’ he now held your hand up to his cheek, still intertwining your fingers. ‘’like today?’’ he asked with a shy smile. ‘’like today..’’ you smiled back. ‘’so what's it gonna be princess? are we picking out a wedding destination or are we sitting in awkward silence?’’ he teased. ‘’why can't you be normal and just ask me to be your girlfriend like everybody else?’’ you ask as you tried tugging your hand away from him but he didn’t let up, it only made his grip on you tighter. ‘’where's the fun in that? and besides, you answering my question will tell me if i have a girlfriend or not.’’ seungcheol already knows your answer to his question, but he still had to ask, he just wanted to hear you say it so bad. 

‘’hmm..,’’ you looked away from him and pretended to think for a second, ‘’you know The Maldives has always been my dream destination for travelling…a wedding there would be pretty don't you think?’’ you turn back to look at your boyfriend with a faux face of being in thought. seungcheol didnt know he could smile so big but in that moment he did, ‘’i think anywhere in the world would make for a pretty wedding destination as long as you're the bride, princess.’’ seungcheol finally lets go of your hand, but only to now cup your face in between his 2 hands.  he kissed you once on your forehead, ‘’you know i love you right?’’ he asked as he looked into your eyes, his usual playful and mischievous brown orbs are now replaced with love, adoration and sincerity. you smile as you answer, ‘’you know i love you too, right?’’ and that was all it took for seungcheol to finally kiss you on the lips. ‘’i think i love you more.’’ he just always has to win, doesn't he?

[beom-pyu]

cologne ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ choi beomgyu

choi beomgyu x fem!reader , tags; lakeside cabin vacation funtime yay , summer , frenemies w beomgyu , annoyed reader , more friends to lovers bc why not! , some enemies to lovers? , jealous!beomgyu , nsfw , reader is in deep denial , silent pining , can't be a beom-pyu fic without fluff at the end!

warnings: smut (minors dni!) , slight frottage , thigh fucking , jealousy , subtle perv beomgyu? very subtle , beomgyu is a little possessive , cursing , needy beomgyu

( inspiration: cologne by beabadoobee!! literally has nothing to do with the song, but the vibe just reminded me of this fic so! :] )

a/n: just something cute and simple since it's almost summer!!! also, THANK YOU ALL FOR 100+ FOLLOWERS!! im oh so grateful for all of you readers and your lovely comments as well as cute tags and reblogs <;3 you guys make my day!!!

wc: 4.1k+

12:01 a.m

you place the last pillow in between your bodies, humming in approval at your makeshift pillow border. you clap your hands once to get beomgyu's attention, the brunette looking up at you with exasperation from the other side of the small bed.

"okay, so the rules are very clear. don't cross this line, don't—"

"don't touch your stuff, and don't talk to you. i know. you've repeated yourself like twelve times," beomgyu finishes your interrupted speech, ending his sentence with a roll of his eyes.

your face contorts into disgust at the boy on the other side of the pillow wall, rolling your eyes back at him. "whatever. don't steal all of the blanket either." 

beomgyu's lip curls up in an equal amount of repulsion, running his annoying fingers through his annoying hair. you abruptly turn your back to him, laying down to pull the sheets up to your chin. 

it’s just your luck to be stuck with beomgyu for your friend group outing. you are now solidified in your belief that flipping a coin was the most idiotic way to pick roommates. 

how did you end up with the single bed and choi beomgyu? this has to be some type of spiritual karma. maybe you should've given up your seat on the bus for that old lady after all.

"don't tell me what to do," he mumbles as he reaches over to turn off the lamp on the bedside table next to him, settling into the covers. you have half the mind to shoot a snarky retort back at him, but you decide to be the bigger person (for once) and just go to sleep. 

this does not mean he wins though.

rule  #1 (don't cross the pillow border) seems to be the easiest rule to follow. you both sleep with your backs to each other, bodies fully separated by the plush cushions you’d stolen from the cabin’s couch. it may be the littlest bit uncomfortable, but you rather wake up with a stiff back than feel beomgyu's annoying foot touch your leg under the sheets.

a shiver racks down your spine simply at the thought.

rule #2 (don't touch your stuff) is a little harder for choi “annoying bitch” beomgyu, much to your dismay. when you get up at 3 a.m. to pee, you notice your charger plugged into beomgyu's annoying phone, your own phone sitting sadly next to it at a whopping 23%. when did he even…?

you inhale deeply to calm yourself.

now, you would’ve… should’ve chucked beomgyu's phone across the room and poured ice down the back of his shirt in retaliation to breaking your rule, but when you look down at his sleeping face, you just can’t bring yourself to do it.

beomgyu's annoyingly pink lips are slightly parted, his annoying hair all messy and flopped over his annoying forehead into his annoying eyes, and his annoying chest rises and falls deeply.

he looks peaceful. cute, even.

...

wait.

what. the. fuck?

you silently gag at yourself, shaking your head before pulling a face at the passing thought. you must really be sleep deprived if you think choi “assface” beomgyu looks cute right now. even after breaking rule #2 (don't touch your stuff)!

you shake your head, shuffling over to unplug his phone, pretending to hit him with the device before you toss it to the foot of the bed. you happily plug yours back in before carrying on with your mission to the bathroom.

by the time morning rolls around, rule #3 (don't talk to you) is beyond broken.

there is no reason, no reason at all, as to why you are awoken to beomgyu's shouts bouncing off the walls of the small cabin room. 

"SPIDER! Y/N, GET UP! THERE'S A FUCKING SPIDER!"

you groan as you try to blink your eyes open to assess the situation, but the blinding sunlight through the sheer curtains of the room burns your corneas, your eyes squeezing shut again.

“just kill it then!” you whine, burying your head back into your pillow in an attempt to tune him out and fall back asleep. you couldn’t have been any dumber though—in a single beat, the warm white blanket over your body is pulled off, the cool morning air attacking your skin immediately. “what’s your fucking problem?!”

“get your ass up and kill it for me!” beomgyu’s annoying voice fills your ears, and that was your final straw, grabbing the pillow from under your head to chuck it in the direction of the noise, successfully hearing a muffled ‘oof’ in the distance. you smile in victory.

“damn, what did i do?” 

instead of hearing beomgyu’s complaints of getting hit, you’re instead met with his loud cackles. you peek an eye open to see soobin standing in the doorway with a pout on his lips and a pillow in his hands. wrong target.

“sorry, soobin! i was trying to hit that loser,” you apologize, sitting up to rub the sleep out of your eyes as you point toward beomgyu’s annoying figure. you see soobin give you a small smile, shaking his head slightly, and beomgyu frowns at the name you called him. serves him right.

after a good 5 minutes of soobin attempting to chase down the spider and get rid of it with beomgyu on his tail recording the entire interaction, you manage to drift off to sleep again, happily spreading your entire body out in the starfish position now that you have the bed all to yourself.

another few hours pass before a hand is shaking you awake.

“5 more minutes,” you grumble, turning onto your side to curl up into the fetal position, blanket still long gone.

“c’mon, y/n! get dressed—we’re going to the lake!” kai announces enthusiastically, shaking you again until you finally open your eyes, feeling a little disappointed at the fact that the voice doesn’t belong to beomgyu.

…

only because you're in the mood to argue! that’s why!

that’s totally why…

3:36 p.m

"soobin!" you shout down the trail, waving a bit as said soobin stops in his tracks, turning around to wait for you to catch up. you jog a bit to meet him, a wide smile crossing his face.

"hey y/n. you coming from the lake?" you guys fall into stride together, nodding mindlessly at his words.

"mhm. i forgot a towel.” you motion to your drenched body, and soobin hums in confirmation.

“i’m heading back too. yeonjun’s rod broke,” soobin informs you, holding up the broken fishing rod with a small, sheepish smile. you laugh a bit at the poor sight, covering your smile behind your hand.

“how did that even happen?”

and from there ensued a step-by-step breakdown of how yeonjun managed to break a pro-grade fishing rod, trailing into a bunch of other crazy stories soobin has to tell as you trek to the cabin. once you get back, your stomach hurts from laughing so much. soobin has his arm slung over your shoulders as he continues to tell the most embarrassing story of his life and you just can’t help it.

"stop laughing at me! everyone saw naruto my underwear," soobin whines, but the smile on his face gives it all away.

“maybe stop wearing jeans that are 2 sizes too small? you’re not in one direction,” you tease as you walk into the cabin, slipping off your flip-flops by the door. you hear soobin half scoff and half laugh at your comment, his hand coming to your waist faintly as to move your body so he can slip past.

you see beomgyu sitting on a stool at the kitchen island, watching you guys with narrowed eyes as he bites into an apple slowly. you feel uncomfortable with his intense gaze on you, suddenly aware of the wet bikini on your body, wrapping your arms around yourself self-consciously.

“you try finding a good pair of jeans when you’re 6’1,” soobin retorts, taking his own shoes off before looking around for the fishing supplies. you puff out a chuckle, heading over to the kitchen, you brush past beomgyu’s figure to dig in the freezer, your back fully turned to him.

“you want a popsicle, soobin?” you call over your shoulder as you pick out a strawberry one for yourself and a cherry one for soobin, already knowing his answer.

“yes, please!” he responds in a silly voice and you smile a bit at the action, turning around to make your way back over to him. your brows furrow at the sudden disappearance of beomgyu’s presence but shrug it away, making your way over to your lanky friend.

“did you want me to walk you back to the lake?” soobin asks from where his head is ducked into a closet, sounds of clanking filling the space as he digs around. you think for a moment as you lick your popsicle.

“no, you go ahead. i’m gonna shower and then help taehyun set up the grill,” you respond, soobin letting out a little noise of triumph as he finally locates the fishing rods, standing back up straight. 

“thank you,” he speaks as you pass him the popsicle, patting your head affectionately. “i’ll see you later!”

“see you!” 

and then he’s swiftly out the door, leaving you alone in the front room of the cabin. you’re reminded of your drenched body when you look down to see the puddle you’ve trailed across the hardwood floor, mentally promising to clean it up before you make your way back to your shared room.

you knock on the door before entering, just in case someone just so happens to be inside changing or something. when you receive no response, you push the door open to see beomgyu on the bed, headphones covering his ears. they don’t seem to be doing the best job though, considering the fact that you can still hear the music blasting through the speakers.

the eardrum damage must explain why he ignored your rules last night. you accidentally let out a cackle at your own inside joke, somehow gaining the attention of beomgyu who looks up at you with startled eyes. he removes his headphones to settle around his neck before the infamous lip curl appears on his face.

"you fucking scared me. why were you creeping like that?" beomgyu shoots towards you, venom in his voice. it doesn’t phase you one bit though, pursing your lips as you shrug your shoulders, licking your slowly melting popsicle as you head over to your bag on the opposite side of the bed.

"i knocked but you didn't hear cause of your loud ass music. not my fault."

you can feel beomgyu's eye roll from behind your head, but instead of receiving a retort back, he remains silent. it’s odd. choi “always has something to say” beomgyu doesn’t have a comeback ready for you? you grab your towel and stand back up to face him, cocking your head. he’s acting weird.

"why are you acting weird?" 

very classy.

beomgyu looks up from his phone screen, squinting his eyes at you. his lips are pressed together tightly, his hair messy, and in his eyes like it had been that night, your mind flashing back to his sleeping appearance.

gross. totally not cute. he’s choi beomgyu—so he’s automatically gross. he has to be.

"i'm not..." beomgyu drags out as if he’s unsure of his own statement. "i'm just tired because someone decided to make us sleep in the worst position known to man."

you give him a small glare before focusing your attention back down on your bag to grab your body wash and loofah. a beat passes as he continues.

"you seem to be having fun with soobin though."

your head lifts back up, giving him an inquisitive stare. 

“what? you can’t stand seeing me actually happy and not trying to rip my hair out like when i’m around you?” you laugh in amusement, flipping your towel over your shoulder to reduce the clutter in your hands. you could’ve missed it—you almost missed it—the way beomgyu’s eyes slightly dull at your words, nibbling on his bottom lip in thought. you try not to think of it though, walking to leave the room.

“anyways, we’re grilling at the lake in like 2 hours so don’t try to say i didn’t tell you!” and that was that as you exit, an uneasy swirling within your gut.

2:23 a.m

you sit on the edge of the bed as you plug in your phone, making sure its in the outlet on your side of the bed this time to avoid any more rule-breaking. you adjust your tank top as you stand to retrieve some more pillows. as much as you hate to admit it, you’re struggling to ignore the way beomgyu has been acting around you all day. 

little touches at the lake, playfully wiping your mouth during dinner, sharing a blanket with you as you all sat around the campfire, his head on your shoulder. maybe he really was just tired today. maybe he was so out of it that he didn’t realize how out of the norm he’s been acting.

it’s not like you hate choi “mr. annoying” beomgyu. that isn’t the case at all! you’d even go as far as to consider him your… friend. he just has a knack for pushing all your wrong buttons, evoking such guttural annoyance out of your body in a way that no one else can. it’s always been that way since the day you first met in high school.

but he’s never been like this, you think as you grab the pillows off of the floor to rebuild your pillow wall. his voice stops your movement, though, your head whipping around to see a freshly showered beomgyu—his hair is all wet and wavy, his skin smooth and golden from the summer sun. the sweatpants he’s wearing hang low on his hips, revealing the waistband of his underwear.

you swallow a bit as your eyes widen at his figure. 

only because you’re not used to seeing him in such a minuscule amount of clothes!

yeah… that’s why.

“can we go without the stupid border? my back still fucking hurts from last night,” beomgyu complains as he makes his way over to the bed, looking a little too good in the warm lighting of the bedside table’s lamp, an orange hue casting over his skin. 

you’re frozen as you watch the way his muscles move as he climbs into the bed, laying on his back with his hands behind his head. his eyes meet yours, a brow raised in question. you blink, snapping yourself out of whatever trance you were in, clearing your throat as you drop the pillows back onto the ground.

“yea, whatever. just—don’t touch me with your gross feet,” you mumble, slipping into the bed yourself. beomgyu laughs a bit at your words, reaching over to turn off the lamp. 

“just my feet, huh? so you wouldn’t care if it were my hands?” he asks, obviously joking—but you feel your stomach swoop slightly at the thought.

no! you’re just tired. it’s been a long day.

“don’t touch me at all, loser. and don’t talk to me either! starting now.” you turn your back to him, a perfect mirror of the night before as you pull the blanket up and over your body. the room is silent other than the slight creaking of the wooden bedframe as beomgyu gets comfortable. 

as much as you want to ignore his presence completely, you simply can’t. he’s too close to your body, so close that you can feel his steady breaths on your shoulder, his body heat radiating onto your exposed skin. you try to squeeze your eyes shut and force yourself to just sleep, but he scoots closer. and closer. and closer—until his chest is fully pressed against your back, a hand coming to rest on your hip.

your heart pounds in your ears as you take in his touch. you should be telling him to get off of you, or push him onto the floor for breaking your rule! but his hand is heavy and hot on your hip, his fingers playing with the hem of your tank top for a second before they dip underneath, splaying his hand out onto your tummy. his touch is hot and searing. your stomach flips at the sensation.

you can feel his dick chub up against your sleeping pants, his hips slowly rutting up against you. you feel heat rush to your core at the simple action, your heart stuttering a bit.

“beomgyu, what are you doing?” you whisper, voice shaky and unstable as you feel him roll his hips onto your ass. 

“please, let me break your rules just this once,” he whispers back, deep voice filling your ears, clouding up your mind. his voice is breathy and low, holding you back against him. “i need—fuck, please, i just—”

his words come out sparse as he rolls his hips against yours again. your mouth is dry, unsure if this is even real. the beomgyu you know wouldn’t even dare to be closer than 2 feet near you, and now here he is, begging in your ear.

“what do you need, beomgyu?” you mumble back, biting your lip as he ruts against you a little faster, a small broken moan leaving his lips at the friction. you’re wet—you can feel yourself dripping into your panties as his fingers press into your skin. 

“you, y/n. i need y—been wanting you all day,” he whines into your ear, his nose nudging against your shoulder. it’s all too intimate, too intense—and you hate the fact that you like the way his breath feels on the back of your neck. “can i fuck your thighs, please? please, i won’t put it in—just your thighs, please.”

you inhale, wanting to weigh out the pros and cons—but you want him just as badly. your head is nodding before you can even think and beomgyu’s lips press against your shoulder, mumbling thank yous as his hands scramble to pull down your pants and underwear in one swift motion, before pulling his dick out. you feel it twitch on your lower back and you press against him, enjoying the way his breathing picks up a little too much.

you lift your leg a bit so he can slide his heavy dick in between your thighs, his shaft nudged up against your wet pussy. you sigh at the weight, beomgyu’s hand pressing flat against your stomach to hold you in place.

“thank you, thank you, thank you,” he whimpers out as he begins thrusting quickly, going dumb at the way your cunt drips onto his length, easing the glide. you tilt your head back a bit and beomgyu’s immediately kissing up the expanse of your neck, nipping at your skin, moaning in your ear. it’s so lewd and dirty and your hand comes down to rub at your clit, moaning quietly at the relief.

beomgyu notices your movement, brushing your hand away to do the work for you, his soft fingers rubbing delicious circles on your bud as his thrusts quicken, your thighs becoming wet with a mixture of your own slick and his precome. you can’t help the quiet moans falling out of your mouth at the feeling, his fingers moving just right over your sensitive clit, the drag of his veiny dick applying the perfect amount of pressure against your entrance. 

“‘m better than soobin. so much better than him. only i can make you feel like this,” he mumbles into your skin, voice high and whiny as he thrusts against you, pressing down on your clit in a way that makes your gut tighten. you can barely process his words—something about soobin?—but you’re too lost in beomgyu’s touch, his hips stuttering against your gushing pussy.

you’re unable to control your noises as your hand grabs onto his wrist, feeling your orgasm rushing upon you quickly. beomgyu’s dick is twitching against your folds and the combination of his breathy moans and stimulation on your swollen bud is too much. your body tenses up as you cum, pleasure washing over you in waves as you whimper in beomgyu’s arms.

“that’s it, baby. cum on my cock—fuck, just like that,” beomgyu talks you through your orgasm, fingers only slowing on your clit as he cums himself. you can feel the stripes of burning cum shoot onto your thighs, his thrusts faltering as he whines, mouth hot against your skin. you lay there catching your breath, head spinning as you gradually come back to reality, beomgyu’s hand still pressed against your rising and falling stomach.

his forehead rests on your shoulder, breathing heavily for a bit before you feel delicate kisses on your skin, trailing up your neck. you lean into his touch, letting those butterflies swarm your stomach again at the little action. 

you don’t want to speak first—you don’t know what to say. after all these years of fighting with beomgyu over the pettiest things, all the tension has led up to this point. you aren’t sure how to feel… but you think you kind of like it.

and maybe you kind of like choi “annoying loser” beomgyu as well.

you feel beomgyu slide out from in between your legs, moving over to the other side of the bed in silence. you feel a little disappointed at the disappearance of his touch.

“i’m gonna go get a towel, okay?” beomgyu speaks softly as he moves to stand, pulling his pants back up. his face is flushed and the tips of his ears are bright red, a shy smile on his face. 

“okay,” you respond quietly with a small smile of your own, acknowledging the way your stomach flips at the sight of him. what the hell are you going to do now?

it doesn’t take long for beomgyu to return with a wet rag, climbing over the sheets to clean you up. his brows are furrowed as he focuses on his task, and you cover your face in embarrassment at the closeness of it all—with his body in between your legs, gently wiping up the mess he made. you pull your hands away as his movements stop, helping you get dressed again. 

his gaze on you is heavy and you try not to meet his eyes, face hot and flustered as the entire situation fully dawns on you. he’s having none of it though, hovering over your body to turn your head so your gaze locks onto his eyes, his blown-out pupils a little too sparkly, making your heart flutter a little too much.

“are you okay?” he asks quietly—gently as if his voice was only made for you to hear. you nod in response. you want to shrink under his inquisitive stare, but there’s nowhere to run as you’re fully caged in by his body. 

you see the way his eyes flutter down to your lips for a quick second before they’re glued onto your eyes again. “please don’t tell me you regret that because i don’t. not at all.”

he sounds desperate, pitiful almost, and you reach up to brush the strands of hair out of his face with a small smile. because you don’t regret it either.

“remember that no talking to me rule?” you start, seeing the way beomgyu’s lips pout in disappointment, unsure of where you’re going with this. “how about you kiss me instead?”

beomgyu doesn’t give you a second to breathe before his lips crash onto yours roughly, as if he’s been waiting for this moment for years.

and oh fuck... maybe he has.

you sigh into the kiss, reaching to the back of his neck to bring him closer to you, his body lowering onto yours. his lips are incredibly soft, his weight comforting on top of your body. his hand comes to hold your cheek gently, thumb swiping over your skin. it’s everything and more—it’s something you didn’t even know you had been waiting for.

when he pulls away from you, it’s slow and gentle. beomgyu leans down to press a few more quick kisses onto your lips, a tiny smile settling onto his face as he rolls over to the other side of the bed, pulling you into his arms. you melt into his embrace, resting your head against his chest as you wrap your arms around his torso.

“i swear to god though, gyu. your feet better not touch me,” you mumble into his chest, feeling his body rumble with laughter.

“rules are made to be broken, baby,” beomgyu speaks before his still-very-annoying foot touches yours under the sheets. you squeal in shock at his cold skin, but laughter quickly overtakes any annoyance that was bound to wind up in you.

you’ll let it slide. just this once.

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[littlelamy]

good morning/afternoon/evening!

i just wanted to ask if you could write a rafe fic based on "bad idea right?" by olivia rodrigo

so basically, reader and rafe are exes (duh) and one day, reader "accidentally" unblocks him. just as she was abt to block him again, a message pops up asking for her to come over hehe. so obviously, she decides to go. but suddenly, its like god was against her going bcs her car wont work, the bus is running late and it even started to rain! but she does arrive at rafes house and basically they get back together again lmao

if you decided to do this, tysm!! i love love love ur writing and i think you are insanely talented. again, tysm and goodbye!

a/n: thank you so much for sending a request!🤍🐑

you really shouldn’t be doing this. like, seriously, this is the worst idea in the history of bad ideas. but here you are, staring at your phone screen, heart racing because you just “accidentally” unblocked your ex, rafe cameron.

it wasn’t even intentional. okay, maybe a little. you were mindlessly scrolling through instagram when you saw his name on an old dm, and your thumb slipped. you thought about blocking him again right away, but then a message popped up. “come over?”

you stare at the text, feeling your pulse quicken. what the hell are you thinking? you blocked rafe for a reason — or a hundred reasons, actually. he was toxic, arrogant, and he had this way of pulling you in, even when you knew better. and now here he is, luring you back with just two little words.

bad idea, right? you should just stay home, curl up on the couch, and forget this ever happened. but of course, you don’t. instead, you grab your jacket and keys, tossing your phone in your bag like you're trying to outrun your better judgment.

when you get to your car, it won’t start. of course. perfect. as if God is trying to save you from your own stupidity. you slam the steering wheel, muttering a few choice words. fine. no problem. you’ll just take the bus.

but the bus is late. like, really late. you check the time every five minutes, cursing under your breath. why can’t you just forget about rafe? why can’t you stay away from him like a normal person with self-control?

the sky opens up as if God isn’t done with you yet, and it starts to pour. just your luck. you stand there, soaked to the bone, waiting for a bus that feels like it’s never coming. every rational part of you is screaming to turn around and go home, but your feet stay glued to the spot.

eventually, the uber you placed comes, and by the time you arrive at rafe’s house, you’re drenched and shivering. his place looks exactly the same — massive, expensive, and too quiet for comfort. you stand at the door for a second, debating if you should knock or just turn around. but before you can make up your mind, the door swings open.

“look who decided to show up,” rafe says, leaning against the doorframe with that stupid grin of his. he looks annoyingly good, as usual, in a way that makes your stomach flip.

“shut up,” you mutter, stepping inside before you can change your mind. “this was a bad idea.”

“maybe,” he replies, his voice low and teasing. “but you’re here, aren’t you?”

you glare at him, peeling off your wet jacket and dropping it on the floor. he’s standing way too close, and you can feel the tension between you, thick and heavy. the same tension that always pulls you back, no matter how many times you tell yourself you’re done with him.

“why did you text me?” you ask, crossing your arms like that’ll somehow protect you from the mess you’re about to get yourself into.

“because i knew you’d come,” he says simply, stepping closer. “you always do.”

his words hit harder than they should have, because he’s right. you hate that he’s right. you should have stayed home. you should have walked away the moment you saw his message, but now that you’re here, you don’t want to leave.

“maybe i shouldn’t have,” you whisper, even though you both know that’s a lie.

rafe’s eyes darken, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of wet hair behind your ear. “but you did.”

you hate how easy it is for him to break down your walls, to make you forget why you ever ended things in the first place. his fingers brush your cheek, and you lean into his touch, feeling that familiar pull. it isn’t just lust. it’s something deeper, something dangerous.

before you can stop yourself, you kiss him. hard. like you need him to remind you why this is such a terrible idea, but all he does is kiss you back, pulling you closer until you can feel his heartbeat against yours.

his hands are everywhere—in your hair, on your back, gripping your waist like he never wants to let go. it’s like you haven’t spent months apart, like nothing has changed between you. and in that moment, maybe it hasn’t.

you pull back, breathless, staring up at him with wide eyes. “this is a bad idea, rafe.”

he smirks, his lips brushing against yours as he whispers, “maybe. but when has that ever stopped us?”

you don’t have an answer, because he’s right. it never has.

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Yujiro x y/n

Strange reincarnation 

This is my first ever story so don’t bash me k? 🤭

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It was like any other typical day of school. You show up, get to wherever your class is, go to lunch, go home and do it all over again the next day. You know, the good old rinse and repeat. But somehow today was different and you couldn't figure out why. You felt something... it didn't feel sinister but it didn't feel all that good either.  To put it simply, something didn't feel right. When you told your friends about this, they looked at you and around the classroom.  Rodney and Crystal questioned what you meant while the other two, Hope and Jonah laughed. " y/n what the heck are you going on about now?" Jonah asked still laughing at the feeling you told them about. " I'm not sure I just.. feel like something is about to happen"

"What?-" you cut Jonah off  " I'm being serious here, I really have this weird feeling! ". Just then you hear a loud smack in the front of the classroom. " This is not chat time this is work time! " (it was always work time..) " get back to work or I'll switch all of your seats! " we all sighed "yes ma'am.." we all reluctantly get back to work.

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After school

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(Finally it's time to go home) you get on the bus (Maybe they were right...I'm worrying for nothing) you take out your phone to find something to do, you decide to continue watching your favorite, Baki the grappler. Of course your favorite character was Yujiro Hanma, the black Air Force energy fighter himself. You couldn't help but like him, actually at times you didn't know why you liked the guy maybe it was because of that savage behavior he had at times and that desire to find his match ( someone who can match him in a fight of course) was hmm I don't know, attractive! Plus he was kinda a mood- *skrut!*

" What the hell! " the bus was out of control, crashing into one car after another. All you and the other passengers can do is scream as the bus flips over and over again, crashing into things left and right. Finally the flipping and the tumbling stopped. You cry out in pain, you have been wounded. A broken leg, it looks like you were stabbed by some glass and your head... you groaned..your pretty sure you hit your head in the wreckage. You try to pick yourself up and get out of this bus but unfortunately life had other plans for you. A train horn can be heard coming towards you " fuck.." ( I guess this is how I die ) yeah, this was the end for you. There was no getting yourself out of this one, especially since she could hardly even walk, nor crawl. The train crash's into the beaten up bus, sending the bus flying into the air. Everything fades to black. At first it was peaceful and quiet, but you started hearing gunfire and yelling going in and out. And those sounds just got even louder until- BOOM!! You jolt up, was that an explosion!? You looked all around you in utter shock and confusion, how are you alive? And how did you even end up here? You look over your whole body finding that you had no injuries to speak of. But how? You could've sworn you were badly hurt. You look around your surroundings again you were definitely not in a hospital. It was too loud for that. And the place looks like it had been neglected. Cobwebs and dust everywhere yuck. This place was unfamiliar to you. " cannon ball! " *BOOM!!* (and outside sounded like a war zone.) Were you seriously in the middle of a war? This has got to be a joke! You get to your feet and wander around the building you found yourself in. ( maybe I could find a way out? Or maybe even ask for directions to the nearest hospital? ) after wondering around you see light down a long hallway. " Finally! " you run towards the light, you finally found a way out of this creepy building you found yourself in. ( First things first I need to find help! ) you were finally outside you were overjoyed, but immediately that feeling faded into pure shock and fear. "AHHH PLEASE SPARE ME!!" "LET HIM GO YOU MONSTER!!" The soldier pleading for his life was being held by the neck of a man with red hair. The guy didn't really seem to care about his pleading, didn't even seem phased by it really. The other soldier who demanded the redheaded man to let his comrade go, was just standing there. He had a gun, why didn't he just shoot him? Surely that would've been easier than watching his comrades neck be broken? The man didn't even have a weapon how hard could have it been to just shoot him right then and there. " LET HIM GO OR ILL SHOOT!" The cowardly soldier, holds up his gun with shaky hands " I SAID LET HIM GO NOW!!" The redheaded man laughed in response, cracking his captives neck right in front of them. You gasped and hid behind a large rock while the two soldiers facing the ruthless man, stare at him in utter shock. ( Wow) you thought ( that was ruthless ) The two soldiers started shooting at the redheaded man, but the bullets couldn't even touch him. He ducked and weaved every single bullet, until finally getting a hold of them and breaking their necks like he had done the first. You watched in awe as you saw this unfold, not only could this man kill 3 trained and fully armed soldiers, He did it without a weapon!

He was monstrously amazing!- if that makes sense. But something seemed familiar about this guy. Was it his red hair? His muscles? his demeanor? Or the way he fights? Something tells you it was all of those things. But now that I mention it, he kinda does look like Yujiro-

You jolt back from peeking your head around the huge rock you hid behind. That man- no.. Yujiro had looked right in your direction, did he see you? If he did see you, you might be in danger. You sat there, hidden behind the boulder for a few seconds until deciding to take a peek again. Yujiro was gone. A sigh of relief escapes you.

And so, without confirming Yujiro had truly left, you leave your hiding place ( like an idiot ). And well what do ya know, he was right there- well he was actually behind you. You probably should have seen it coming, but it was to late to regret that now.

Yujiro had two of his fingers in your mouth while he had his free arm hold you against him, he had you in his grasp. "So.. you were the one hiding behind that pebble" his voice sent chills down your spine, but why was this situation kinda...hot? Call me crazy but I can already see the sparks between us. Wait- no that is a little crazy, but can you blame me? This is Yujiro we're talking about! He's literally the whole package- if you ignore the red flags and hazard signs, of course. And- wait I need to get my head back in the game! Like hello y/n you are currently in danger here don't just day dream! Your day dreaming was cut short due to Yujiro opening his mouth to speak once more

" I could just rip you apart right here and now "

You know what- a normal person would probably be begging for their life by now, but your delusional ass couldn't help but have your mind in the gutter.. ( I wonder if this is how people get sent to horny jail? )

Just then a group of soldiers came out of nowhere. " There he is!! " without Yujiro saying another word he threw you away and rushed at the soldiers head on, bashing one soldier's head in after another. " Ahhhh!! " the screams bloodcurdling. You wondered if you should use this opportunity to escape, but you didn't due to your simp urge to stay under the red head.

" AHH DAMN THIS BASTARD!! " The panicked soldier suddenly pulls out, what you could only assume is a grenade, and throws it at Yujiro — at full force. But of course, Yujiro was unfazed. He swiftly got out of the grenades reach and began to rip the poor soldier apart. It doesn't take him long to uhh- 'erase' the remaining soldiers, and then finally turn his attention back to you, locking eyes in the process.

Yujiro stares at you for a moment before he starts talking " I thought you would have ran off by now, you do know that was your chance right? " you give him a slightly embarrassed giggle, " well yeah I knew that but- uh I... hmmm wanna help you (?) "

Yujiro (understandably) was confused at your response, and don't mistake, you were too. You both looked at each other awkwardly as you both tried to make sense of your very own words.

But luckily the universe decided to save you from the embarrassing situation. more soldiers were coming in your direction, and Yujiro as predicted, went head first into the battle, and this time you used that little distraction to make your escape.

You don't know how far you've gone but you do know that you should be far enough away from Yujiro. You decide to wonder around a bit and see if you could find a village or a safe tent to take refuge at, and also find out how to get out of this battle zone. And after a few hours you managed to find a village. The people here had had looks of despair and fear on their faces, and you couldn't blame them. Some villages, while you were looking around for shelter, were devastated, and who knows when this village would be next.

But you quickly get back to the task at hand, you need to find shelter for the night. Walking around the maze like village for a few hours, you manage to find a homeless shelter and get a place to stay for the night and oh- "finally!"

You were over joyed by the presence of a bathtub, you couldn't remember the last time you took a bath or a shower every since you found your self out in a battle field. You quickly make yourself a hot bath and wash yourself, humming with happiness. Finally finishing up you dry your hair and body then looked at yourself in the mirror that hung over the bathroom sink. "!!" It was your face, your face had not changed at all. For some reason you thought you’d look a bit different than before. But I guess I should appreciate this. THIS is much more better than waking up in someone else's body.

You finish drying yourself and quickly put on some night clothes that you were given by the shelter workers. You slip into bed and drift off to sleep...

[byeoltoyuki]

✧ Memories of us ✧ 1st Kiss

↳ Pairing: Jisung x Reader

❧ Genre : romance / smut /fluff / 1st love to strangers to lovers

❧ Summary: Sometimes memories are just that. Memories.

A series of drabbles about you and Jisung, about your love and your heartbreak and a second chance.

❧ A/N: It's finally out! Likes and reblogs are appreciated. Comments are too, I promise I don't bite (most of the time) ♥

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Maybe staying so late just to finish your project wasn’t the best idea.

No, working on the project with Jisung was definitely a good thing and not only because you almost finished it. And the fact that it was with him was definitely the best part of this project; you got to spend hours with your crush, cracking jokes with him, staring (no so subtly) at him from time to time. No, it was definitely the good part. The bad part? Maybe you should have checked the weather before choosing the right place to work on this project. If you had checked the weather, you would have known that a place closer to your house would have been better. Or maybe you would have brought your umbrella with you. But you did none of that. And maybe it had everything to do with your little crush. 

Rain was pouring outside as you stood with Jisung at the library entrance. You stared helplessly at the puddles. There was no way you could survive this kind of rain; your shoes would be ruined, so would be your bag and probably your clothes too. 

“I don’t have my umbrella.” You whined. Should you call your mom, you wondered for a short moment but quickly disregarded the thought. No, you would rather suffer the rain and the ruin of your shoes than face your mom’s harsh words. 

Jisung outstretched his hand and watched as rain wet his hand. Yes, the two of you were doomed but he didn’t seem as bothered as you. “Oh well. The bus stop isn’t that far. We can run.” 

You stared at him as if he had grown a second head. “Bad idea. It might be close but it’s enough for us to get soaked and sick.” 

Jisung smiled sheepishly in response and fully turned to face you, grabbing your shoulders, he looked too excited for your liking. “Come on, Y/N! It’s just water!” 

Maybe you were a cat in another life and that’s why you hated the idea of running under the rain and getting wet. But one look at Jisung, and your will crumbled. How could one resist such a pretty and bright smile? His smile alone warmed your heart and everything seemed so much brighter. 

“We can’t wait for the rain to stop,” Jisung started giving you very good reasons why you should run. “It can be hours before it calms down and it’s already late. I don’t want to worry my parents.” 

But you knew his parents. They wouldn’t worry too much knowing their son’s antics. But you accepted his excuse because it applied to you. You had to get home if you wanted to avoid another fight that would leave you drained of all energy for the next three working days. 

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “Fine. I hate to admit but you’re right.” 

“I know.” Jisung chuckled, “I’m always right.” 

You rolled your eyes at that and slapped his arm playfully for good measure. Jisung’s laugh only got louder and warmer and your heart flipped in response. God, you didn’t know how longer you can survive. 

Jisung’s hands slowly slid from your shoulders to your side - your heart leapt in your throat at the gesture. Yep, you were going to die and the rain was only half the cause. But then, Jisung grabbed your hand, gave it a gentle, comforting squeeze before slowly pulling you towards your doom. Did you complain? No. Not even when the first cold drops of rain hit your skin. Not even when you shivered from the cold. Because Jisung was holding your hand, tightly, never letting go and it was enough to warm your soul. 

“Not that bad, is it?” He chuckled and glanced over his shoulder to have a look at you. 

His smiles were contagious; you couldn’t stop your lips from stretching into a similar wide smile.  

“I’m not gonna say it.” You warned him. Your own ego stopped you from saying that he was right, it wasn’t so bad. 

Jisung shook his head and tsked feigning offense, nevertheless he squeezed your hand a little stronger and pulled you towards the bus stop. 

By the time you reached the bus stop, the two of you were completely soaked. Hair sticking to your face, your clothes a wet mess and you didn’t dare to look at your bag, hoping that it was only wet from outside and that your things were safe. You looked at Jisung who wasn’t in a better state than you but somehow still managed to look adorable. Life was so unfair. But in the middle of your misery, the two of you couldn’t hold back the fit of giggles. 

“Okay, so maybe it wasn’t my brightest idea.” He finally admitted it. 

It wasn’t but you didn’t care that much anymore. Before you could realize what you were doing, your hand reached for his face. Gently you brushed few strands of hair that were sticking to his face and hiding his eyes. Were you mesmerized? Absolutely. You didn’t think your crush on him could get any bigger, but now that you were standing so close to him, feeling his warmth, you weren’t so sure anymore. 

The moment you tried to pull away your hand, he grabbed your wrist and held it while his eyes kept darting back and forth between your eyes and lips. At this point, your heart was roaring, ready to explode. Whatever he was planning, it made your head dizzy, unable to focus on anything else. You wanted to kiss him. So badly. One small step and you could taste him. Just one. What did you have to lose anyway? If you got it all wrong, you could blame the rain and the cold that had clouded your brain. 

Before you could change your mind, you took the final step and pressed your lips against his. It was quick and hesitant but enough for Jisung to snap back to reality. You pulled back, apologies on the tip of your tongue but he was faster. Jisung pulled you fully against his body, one hand still holding your wrist, the other holding your face. He wasn’t hesitant, not like you. He pressed his lips against yours. It was gentle and sweet at first, yet it quickly turned into something more. Your head turned completely blank, the only thing that remained and that truly mattered was the feel of his warm, wet body against yours. The feel of his lips against yours. His taste. You were slowly but completely losing yourself, into the kiss, into him and it didn’t matter. It felt perfect and more. You had imagined kissing Jisung a thousand times and yet the reality was so much better. 

You didn’t know how long you stayed like this, or who was the first to break the kiss. All you knew was that this kiss left you warm and fuzzy and wishing it could last forever. 

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Imagine when Lilia comes to the boiling isles, it's cause she's running from a bus supposed to correct her while Marinette and Adrien are trying to get her on there

(Vee will still pose as Luz, Camilia's finance are stable again but she's deeply troubled by Lilia's self-centered personality

The battle against Shadowmoth had been long and hard.

But, at the end, good triumphed over evil.

Gabriel Agreste was arrested with his accomplices Nathalie Sancoeur, Chloé Bourgeois, and Lila Rossi. The latter was why Ladybug and Chat Noir found themselves in the police station with Gina Rossi, an Italian diplomat, and Alya. (Ladybug wasn’t sure how the latter got in here (based on her face, neither did she) but she was willing to let Alya get a look.)

“Based on her records, this seems…” Roger hissed through his teeth as he flipped through the file. “Not a surprise.” he finally settled on.

Gina looked ready to faint. “This isn’t new behavior?”

Roger looked up from the file with a raised brow. “Ma’am, did you not look at the record of the girl you were adopting?” Ladybug opened her mouth, only barely managing to get ahold of herself to clap her hands over Chat and Alya’s mouths before the questions could come out. She had no idea Lila had even been adopted. Poor Mrs. Rossi looked ready to faint already. “According to her file, starting at a young age, Lila has shown a history of lying.”

“That can’t- I didn’t-” Gina snatched the file and started scanning it, her face slowly getting more and more pale. “...this can’t…” Ladybug released her partner and her best friend’s mouths so they could step closer and peek over. Alya whistled.

Lila’s file was long.

The first recorded incident was when Lila was five. She accused a daycare worker of giving her food she was allergic to. The new manager had fired the poor girl on the spot, not even giving her a chance to explain until Lila’s bio mom, one Ms. Camila Noceda, had come to pick the twins up from daycare.

“Lila doesn’t have allergies.”

The daycare worker, as it turned out, had said no to Lila taking a doll from Luz. She had been restated with much higher pay soon after. The Nocedas had given her money for the lost wages.

The second had been aimed at a family friend of the Nocedas. Six-year-old Lila, with a new black eye, had accused the boy of hitting her at a party. The entire family had been outraged until they learned the boy wasn’t there…by him returning from his part time job. As it turned out, Lila had just tripped.

The pattern continued. Lila would lie, only to have her lie revealed. As time continued, the lies grew bigger and closer together. Soon, Lila was lying all the time. In the notes that Gina flipped through, Ladybug made a note.

Most of the lies were revealed by Lila’s twin, Luz, or the girl’s bio parents. Distance began to appear. The last incident happened…

Her blood ran cold.

There had been an accident on a family boating trip. Luz Noceda had fallen overboard while apparently not wearing her life vest. Lila had never been solidly accused, but it was noted that she was the last one to see Luz alive. The little girl’s body had never been found.

Now, Marinette knew Lila was bad. Who got a kick out of lying to people? But she was starting to learn, more and more, how evil she was.

Luz had been like her. A weird girl who still spoke the truth and disrupted Lila’s lies. Unlike her, she had been listened to. And for that, Lila had possibly killed her.

(For a second, she felt smug. Adrien could take the high road and shove it.)

“We actually called Camila Noceda in to ask her questions,” Roger said, wreaking the silence. “She’s on her way in now.”

“Does she need someone to pick her up?” Chat Noir asked.

Roger shook his head. “You misunderstand. She’s walking into the building now.”

The door opened. “Right this way, madame,” an officer said in English. “Camila Noceda is here, sir.”

Camila Noceda was a woman with dark bags under her eyes and a soft frown. She wore a yellow sweater that seemed to have been hastily pulled over a medical uniform. She was a pretty older woman with grey starting to soften the dark curls in her hair. Ladybug couldn’t see any resemblance to Lila from just one look.

“What did she do?”

Roger blinked. “What?”

“Lila. What did she do this time?” Chat and Alya both winced at the harshness. Camila sighed and rubbed her eyes. “Sorry. It’s a surprise to get a call about your biological daughter so late in the evening.”

“It’s nothing to be offended about, madame,” Ladybug couldn’t help but take a step forward and grip Camila’s hand. Exhaustion lined the poor woman’s voice, and this whole experience, based on the last incident, must’ve been making her flashback. “I’m sorry to have to drag you in like this. We just have some questions about Lila Rossi’s lying habit.”

A warm smile bloomed to life. “Thank you, sweetheart,” Camila reached up and patted her cheek. Maternal warmth seemed to seep off her now. Ladybug couldn’t help but lean into the warm touch, suddenly reminded of her own mother. “I’m happy to answer any questions, but what did Lila do?”

Oh boy. Ladybug glanced around. Roger, Chat, and Alya didn’t meet her eyes. It seemed like-

“It was my fault.” Gina stood up straight, shoulders clenched. “I’m Gina Rossi, Lila’s m…” She paused and shook her head. “Lila’s adoptive mother. I think we spoke on the phone when I adopted her.”

Camila nodded. “We did. You were so excited to welcome Lila into your family.” Her smile turned sadder. “I hated giving up on Lila, but I couldn’t…” She sighed. “I couldn’t give her the help she needed.”

Gina nodded. “Neither could I,” she whispered. Camila cocked her head. “I didn’t look at her file closely. I didn’t read about all the incidents, the lying, everything. I let her manipulate me.” Gina reached up and rubbed her forehead. “She helped a terrorist attack Paris because I enabled her.”

Camila’s eyes went wide. “She did what?!”

“She also skipped over a year of school!” Gina’s voice choked into a sob. “She’s getting me in trouble with the embassy because she made up stories about traveling everywhere, she’s getting into legal trouble, and she almost ruined one poor girl’s life!”

Camila clearly flinched. “She did?”

“Yes!” Alya stepped forward. “My best friend, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Ladybug blinked. “I…I also helped enable her. Without knowing! But I still helped her.” She presented the phone to Camila, who looked ready to faint. “I’m really sorry, Mrs. Noceda.”

Camila took the phone, allowing Ladybug to see that Alya had pulled up the Ladyblog. Specifically, on the video of Volpina helping Shadowmoth.

The woman was eerily quiet, staring at the screen. Her eyes were wide as the video first played. They narrowed as the video replayed a second time. A third time.

“...I…I can’t believe this.” Camila passed the phone back to Alya. Her hands were shaking, as though she was ready to throw the phone. “No. You know what? I can believe Lila would do that.”

Roger stepped forward. “Your answers will help us make sure, madame.”

“Ask away,” Camila said, taking a deep breath in and letting it out. “And then I want to talk to her. Luz has some questions of her own.” 

The door opened, revealing a girl. She was pretty, with golden hairclips pushing back hair to reveal golden eyes.

“Where’s my sister?”

[sensei-venus]

(Unedited) (Don't feel like tagging anything for this just yet) ( @gemini-sensei )

Having some deep thoughts about Werewolf!Omega!Reader who came from a rough family.

They didn’t really care about her leaving her to her own devices. They lived out in the woods and for most of Readers life all she did was stay inside or play in the woods, but she wasn’t allowed to go out at night. She was never told why but was constantly snapped at to not ask questions. There where multiple strangers or people she would call “aunt or uncle” that would come by her house but they where not her actual kin. Something she once again never tried to ask about.

As time goes by and she gets older her family starts to slowly disappear. Aunts and uncles no longer visit as much, her really family starts to vanish as well. Things take a turn when one of her older siblings doesn’t come home one night late into the spring.

She crys for days after she realizes something extremely bad has happened, they are not coming back. She here’s her partners talking and her mother crying.

“He/she is dead….I know it.”

“Everyone is, it’s only us now..”

The following month after her 18th birthday she comes home to find almost her whole room packed up. The rest of the house is fine, nothing else is touched nothing out of place by even a inch.

But no one is home.

She looks around and even calls out for her parents and siblings only to her only her own voice a ehco around the walls. Running outside she finds no sign of anyone so she goes back into the house. She quietly goes into her parents room, the room for the most part is extremely the same but the draws are open and empty and the closets bare. Her eyes search the room for any kind of clue as to what is going on. Finally her eyes land on a small piece of paper that sits on her parents bed. With a flick of the wrist she picks the paper up and flips the folded up paper open. In the simple hand writing of her father.

“Your room is packed with what you need. Take what you can and leave before it is too late. We already lost one child and the others we can not stay to see you die as well. You cannot stay here or you will be just as dead as we would if we stayed, we are giving you a head start to get out. We can only tell you the best option since you are young, go to CA, it is your best chance to find others. We regret not telling you the truth but we can at least give you advice to stay alive. Good luck-“

It was a cryptic message that sent chills though her whole body. Her whole family had just up and left their home and told her to get out. That she was in danger and needed to leave all on her own. A sicking feeling came over her whole body as she moved about the house. She grabbed what she could of her things from her room, a few things from around the house. While moving things around she found a wad of cash in a drawer and took it. It was enough to get her on a bus to California and possibly enough for food a rent.

Within the hour she was long gone from her childhood home in the woods.

On a bus to a whole different state all alone to start a new life.

Life in california was rough at first for the young women. She was in a total different state with no family or friends. But as the weeks and months pass she finally starts to settle in to her new home. She finds a nice little apartment in a nice town, she is able to find a good job with nice hours. For once in her life she feels seen and heard as she meets new people. Gaining new friends at work and around town with her free time.

For about two years that was what she did with her life and it was going great. Every day she grew to live the new town she was in and the thought of her old life was slowly fading. She missed her home, her parents and even her siblings but she knew it was best that she leave. She didn’t regret getting out when she did. There was nothing for her back home and she understood that.

It wasn’t until her twentieth birthday was about to hit when things started to change once again in her life.

Reader felt lucky to have met such nice people when first moving to california. After getting a place to live she was able to find work at a local hospital. It wasn’t anything fancy but she was able to get a job in the records department and then she was moved to the physical therapy department. That’s when she met Miguel, a nice physical therapist in training. He just so happened to be looking for a patient file for a new client that was coming in for treatment. Reader of course noticed and helped him find it before he got to lost in all of the paperwork and folders.

He was extremely embarrassed about not being able to find such a easy document. Reader brushed it off and told him that it was fine and that if he ever needed help finding anything in the records department to just come and find her. She knew the place like the back of her hand by now. That sparked a great friendship between the two. They got lunch breaks together and even hung out after work a lot. He also introduced her to a few of his other friends too.

“You know I did karate in highschool.”

It was a random comment he made one day as they where sitting in the hospital cafeteria during a lunch break.

Reader perked up as she picked at her food.

“Oh really? Physical therapist guy did a dangerous sport like karate? Um.”

“Yeah…remember when I told you about my back? Karate may have played a key in that. But it’s in the past.”

“Soooo why are you bring it up now?”

“Well I kinda wanted to know if you wanted to come with me and some of the others to go hang out at one of the lessons. My sensei still teaches and one of my friends is teaching along side him these days. Everyone wanted to go hang out but I didn’t know if you where into that kinda stuff.”

Reader thought about it for a long minute before saying “Iv never been to a karate class before it sounds interesting. Just don’t expect me to know any of your crazy karate stuff I guess.” She laughs as she shoves some of her lunch into her mouth. Miguel grins back at her.

“Don't worry I wasn't expecting you to. It's just for fun trust me, you're going to have a great time.”

The following week Reader gets the address from Miguel on where the dojo was. She pulls up to the nice little place, it's beautiful and quaint. She is just in time to pass a little group of kids walking out of the gate. They laugh and y'all at one another clearly happy about the lesson they just came from. Reader can't help but smile as she passes them, looking back to watch them all load up ain't a small van and take off. Her mind is brought back when she hears loud laughter from behind a large gate from where the kids originally came out from.

Walking up to the gate she opens it and peers around the corner to find Miguel and a blond man talking. She also takes notice of the fact that Demetri and Robby are there as well. Both are off to the side talking about something. She meet Demetri and Robby when they showed up to the hospital to collect their friend after work to go to a local bar. They all have hung out quite a few times since then.

“Reader you made it! I was scared you might have gotten lost on the way here or something.”

“Yeah sorry I'm still trying to figure out this area but your directions were fine, found the place on my first try so no harm done. Hope I wasn't keeping you guys waiting.” she says a little bit embarrassed. This was a new part of town she had yet to be to so finding her way around was still a little tricky. Luckily she was able to find her way with Miguel’s good directions.

Miguel patted her on the should before turning to the blond guy again. He was much older than them and she could only guess that this was Miguel’s sensei he had briefly talked about before.

“Reader this is Johnny Lawrence, my sensei and Robby’s dad.” he mention to the older man who is just smirking at them. Looking at him until close she could see the slight resemblance to Robby. His nose and brows and just a hint of his eyes reminded her of the dirty blond. She smiled and shook his outstretched hand, his grip was firm in hers. He let go a second later. Robby groans as he's mentioned. Johnny rolls his eyes before walking off back towards the dojo where another man comes walking out. He's a bit shorter than Johnny, tan with dark hair.

“And that is Daniel LaRusso! My other sensei.” the other man gives her a smiles before shaking hands with her. His hold is firm but just a tad bit gentler then Johnny's.

“Can we start this thing all ready I'm getting tired of waiting. I don't care if we just finished a class I want to get back to training already!” a voice came from inside the dojo. Reader looks over the means shoulders to try and get a look at who was yelling. The door to the dojo slammed open and a guy strolled out not long after.

He was taller than her by a few good inches, skin pale with only a kiss of sun to it. He was in a gi like the other men but he had the top open hanging loose. His hair was too long but it had a nice length to it, gelled up in a neat mohawk. Reader felt her face grow warm has she took a little to long to rip her eyes away from his open shirt. He had a nice set of muscles that made her all kinds of hot. Quickly she looked away and focused on the others.

Miguel laughed saying “Dont worry about him that's just Hawk.” she raised a brow at him “His real names Eli but we call him Hawk. It's his thing.” she rolled her eyes and gave a small chuckle. His name was definitely something.

(I admit that I cut this off extremely early. I have more to this idea but I didn't know if anyone was actually going to like it because I started it when I was going through writer's block and I feel like it was a bit bland. Might continue if anybody actually likes it. )

[wonderland-smile-stories]

~ Chapter 3 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

My stomach flipped when I came running into the main entrance. 

There in front of me was everyone. 

Eun-yu, Ji-su, the kids, they were all there. 

The only wrong thing was that their hands were tight tighter behind their backs. 

They hadn't noticed me at all. They were all to focus on what was going on outside. Staying in the back so that nobody would notice me I began to make my way outside. 

What the hell are they even doing here?! 

Why are they even tied up? 

Were there more of those gangsters out there and did they come back for revenge? The moment I got a good look at what was going on outside my eyes widened. There pinned between a wall and a car was Miss Im. 

How is that...? 

She was human. 

I remember Hyun-su telling me that she had turned into a fetus in a womb, but she didn't look like that now! 

"This thing was a monster because I said so and that's the end of it." 

My eyes went to the man dressed in a soldier uniform. He was standing on the hood of the car pouring what I thought was gasoline on her. 

That fucker is trying to kill her. 

Now that I think about it he probably tied the others up as well. The other soldier that was with him was trying to stop him, saying that Miss Im was human. 

There is no way I'm going to let him kill her. Just when I was about to jump out a root of the lotus root monster penetrated through the soldier's head. For once I was thankful for that monster to come back. 

The thankfulness quickly went away when I saw the residents coming out. 

Luckily, Yeong-su was there and told the other soldier to be quiet. Everything seemed to be fine and they began to move away. I was keeping a close look at the lotus monster, making sure he wouldn't hear the others. 

They were almost away from them when a buzzing sound came from the skin. My eyes widened when I saw a drone flying towards them. 

Fack, that is too much noise. 

The monster focused on the drone and swapped it out of the sky. 

Unfortunately, it landed right in the middle of the residents. 

Without waiting any second I jumped from my hiding spot and ran towards them. When I was at the car I jumped up and slid over the hood landing just in time in front of them when the monster shot his arm out to hit the residents. 

I held my hand out just in time to stop the root from reaching me. 

I heard gasps from behind me but I was too focused on the monster to think about that now. I let out a small groan before pulling my arm back pulling the arm from its body. It let out a scream, before trying to reach me again, but before it could someone shot it from behind me. 

Quickly I turned around and saw that the other soldier had shot it in the head. 

"Mi-na." 

My eyes went to the others when I heard Ji-su say my name.

 This wasn't the time or place for this. 

"Go!" I yelled before pushing the soldier behind them. 

I looked back at the lotus root monster to make sure that it would stay down for a while when I heard another scream coming from behind me. 

To my surprise, the eyeball monster Hyun-su and I encountered the first day had survived as well. It was wrapping itself around the soldier. It also had two eyes now instead of one. Is this something like the Hydra in Greek mythology?

 You cut one off and two grow back right after? 

Taking a broken-off iron rod from the ground I quickly ran to the soldier and stabbed one of the heads in the eye. 

That one let go, but the other held a tight grip on him. I was about to help him but heard a crashing sound coming from behind me. 

When I turned around I saw that the lotus root monster had crashed into the bus where everyone had run to. 

"Go help them!" I turned around and saw the soldier struggling against the monster, but he held up a good fight. 

Nodding my head I quickly turned around and began to run towards them. I took a rock from the ground and threw it as hard as I could against the monster's good ear. 

"Hey! Over here!" It fell from the car window and looked at me. 

I began to run towards it and when I saw that it was ready to attack me, I glided down on my side against the ground hitting his ankles with full force. He fell hard against some spike rocks. This has to keep him down for a bit. 

Turning back my attention to the soldier I watch as he cuts down the other eyeball. Quickly I began to run towards him when I saw that the other eyeball had recovered from when I stabbed him. 

When I was running towards the soldier I saw him standing up and looked behind me. I had no idea why, but he picked up a rock. When I almost reach him he throws it before grabbing my arm, pulling me against him. I had just enough time to see it hit the lotus monster who had managed to stand back up and see that his arm had almost reached me. 

I quickly looked at the soldier before looking at the bus that was driving further. 

Grabbing the soldier's arm I dragged him with me towards it. The eyeball monster saw us coming and was ready to attack us, but I quickly dodged it by jumping over it. I heard the lotus monster attack us again, but it missed us by a few centimeters hitting the bus instead. 

With a full sprint, I reach the bus and jump inside followed by the soldier. 

I looked outside the open door and saw that the lotus monster had attached himself to the bus. The bus jerked to the side and I saw it get impaled by a forklift. 

If that won't hold him back from following us I don't know what else will. 

Taking a deep breath I went inside letting them close the door behind me. 

Thank God that is over. 

"Mi-na."

Previous Chapter ~ Next Chapter

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[caus34concern]

since i already talked about the small details in more than survive bway, i did the same for two river because i am. insane

"Ugh, God, I wish I had the skill / To just be fine and cool and chill"

on the bus scene, rich sort of taunts jeremy and christine kinda pauses to watch the two. based on her body language, she kind of seems like she's going "oh what's going on there?" and even a slight bit worried. also brooke and chloe um.... that's not a handshake but i guess we'll call it that for now. chloe and jenna are messaging (we can probably assume each other), jake is on the phone, christine is reading, michael is also on his phone, brooke has her head rested, and rich doesn't seem to be doing anything of note except, like, eating. i think. i'm pretty sure he took a bite out of something.

"And I use them as my tools / To stay alive"

when the bus, presumably, comes to a stop, since it's so sudden, they kind of like fall forward. jake almost drops his phone and brooke seems to have messed up her makeup or something. jake throws up his hands in a "what the hell" kinda way and brooke has a hand over her face.

once the "c-c-c'mon, c-c-c-c'mon, go, go" part happens, brooke starts frantically wiping her face, michael loses signal (you can kinda see him have his phone up as if searching for signal), rich's exit is sort of another taunt at jeremy by jumping close to him, which startles jeremy and also christine (who was in front of rich). while jenna walks away, she gives christine a wave to which she doesn't wave back and instead actually sort of retreats and backs away from. also rich sort of taunts jenna (why is he a menace), and jenna gives him a hit to the side. christine witnesses this, and at this point, i'm assuming christine has some sort of fear or something similar towards rich because she backs away every time she sees him. rich also suddenly comes back into the spotlight just to punch jeremy in the balls. from this point on, chloe and brooke are seen pretty much side by side and they sort of mirror each other's choreography.

after the "don't touch me, tall-ass" interaction, rich pushes jeremy towards the school notice board (i think that's what it's called), and mr reyes tells him to move aside because he's putting something up. and while rich and jake are talking, you can kinda see brooke and chloe listening in to their conversation and when jake says "it's a good thing i rock at pool" it pisses chloe off, and she runs in the direction of where they went while brooke tries to follow behind her and sort of calm her down. while jenna's walking, rich kinda touches her ass and runs off. mr reyes notices this and chases after him.

"And that's not what I need right now / End scene"

mr reyes has rich pinched by the ear (probably for what he did earlier) and when he lets go of him, rich flips him off. jake, on his phone, also walks past and when chloe notices him, she immediately goes to follow him. brooke also seems to wave at jenna but jenna doesn't notice her causing her to be like "oh ok whatever."

"No time to wallow / No, instead, just clear your brain and move ahead"

when the class scene starts, brooke and chloe are talking as always, jake makes a sexual gesture with his hands (👉👌), and rich also kind of does the same, directing it towards michael to annoy him, which makes mr reyes tell him off (again).

when rich says the "gayyyy" part, mr reyes gives him a stern look and seems to be telling him off for the third time.

"Why can't someone just help me out? / And teach me how to thrive"

chloe waves to jenna and jeremy waves back mistakening her to be waving at him. also brooke is kinda trying to tell chloe something with her hands, but i cannot figure out what that something is. christine sorta sees the two communicating though. the same thing happens with rich, jeremy assumes that rich is going to him but he actually goes over to jake. and when jeremy sees michael, he waves over to him, but michael doesn't notice, leaving jeremy hanging.

once everyone else starts saying the "go, go, go" part, jeremy sort of looks around in confusion, not seeming to understand what's happening which makes him give a more awkward jump compared to the others.

[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts #310

Vanoss Crew Dialogue Prompts & Sentence Starters: [ 8 ]

VANOSSGAMING

Yeah, we gotta get out of here.

That would be one badass way to go.

Nevermind, you're not needed.

Hello, ghost person? What's your favorite color?

I wasn't scared at all, by the way, guys.

I'm obviously going to die first.

Jeez, relax, we're like four feet away.

Fuck, where's the lighter?

I spent three hundred dollars and we still don't get everything we need?

What the fuck was that, he broke the ouiji board.

He's haunting our utility bills.

I'm so alone and scared.

It doesn't look too dangerous.

I'm falling through the sky.

Wait, really, is that what you’re eating right now?

No, I’m fucking serious, dude.

My thing’s not working anymore.

There’s like an identical whale flying past my screen right now.

I tried to light it, it didn’t work.

I need admin rights.

TERRORISER

You're gonna flip, bitch.

Hey, get in the vehicle!

Okay, let's get the metal detectors.

Oh, I lived.

Oh my God, this actually worked really well.

Shut up about the elevator.

He's gonna fucking hate this.

We're gonna blow this up, right?

This is like a perfect welcoming gift, what a home.

The first thing you do is throw me under a fucking bus, how fucking dare you, you little fuck.

BASICALLYIDOWRK

He pushed me off! 

I didn't fall, he pushed me off!

I got hit, I'm dead.

I didn't know that was an option.

Alright, backing out.

No hesitation.

You're crushing it right now.

Alright, I'm in, I'm in.

He grabbed me and killed me.

What just killed me?

COURAGEJD

I need you to look internally or something, and figure out where we can improve.

I trusted you this whole time, I knew you had it.

No you're not, right?

I just cheated.

Why is he doing jumping jacks in the middle of the run?

I'm right behind you, baby, I'm right behind you, daddy.

Telling you right now, that'd be so crazy.

See you guys in hell!

We're gonna lose, we're gonna be out.

I'm so far behind, bro.

SMII7Y

I saved myself.

He might be coming back.

We don’t need the drone right now.

How did you not die?

That's more like it.

Oh my bad, I thought you were going to kill me.

Shall we wait?

Bro, that’s nice as hell.

Nice driving you fucking idiot.

This was not worth it.

BLARG

Hello, hunter time.

I've been chasing this guy for five business days.

Get away from me, chair!

They look like a handsome couple.

Yeah, but I don't know how to use it.

Bitch, I shot it, don't worry.

So, what's the game plan right now?

Do you know how good I am at dying?

Watch this, I'm already dead.

Alright, I'm done my chores.

H2ODELIRIOUS

Get your bats out, we ain't playing games this time.

Stop fighting over the baby!

I'm leaving you guys.

We're fighting for that last slice of pizza right there.

We definitely need money, we’re low on cash.

What did he say? I didn’t hear him.

I shouldn’t piss them off.

 I’m not good at maths, even easy maths, especially when I’m being put on the spot.

Ah, he killed me!

What’d you hit me with?

DEADSQUIRREL

I can never hit you!

Well, that's a lie.

It is what it is, sometimes.

Are you okay, are you down?

I never said we were smart.

I don't have good guns for this, I just realized that.

That grenade launcher would be beautiful right now.

I'm where we're supposed to be.

I'm out of ammo.

He's screaming his ass off.

[simiansmoke]

@citizensofeggton cont.

"Careful now, those are big boy words," Twee said, more than ready to square up. "Says the one who most likely isn't on anyone's inheritance list." The fennec found it a bit odd the ape would bring that up, though guessed she'll just retort with the same subject. She was a bit surprised he tried to disperse the crowd, though didn't work very well for him. "Doubt anyone is gonna clear the way just cause you stomp around." She then found herself being picked up by her ears.

Lucky for her some of her protection charms kicked in so she didn't feel anything. Normally Twee wouldn't let anyone lay a hand on her, though she was on the ape's home turf so might as well let him get his shots in. The fennec was a bit surprised being flung through the air, though it was whatever.

Twee would turn her body around to face down, seeing the ape shoving his way through the ground. "Yo, monkey boy," the fennec said to get his attention, only to flip back wards so her back was facing him, though she could still look down at him. She then let out a fake yawn still not taking him very seriously.

"I'm big boy enough. Could fit like eighty of you little shits up there." But then he'd be a bus, and DK's life ambition does not include toting small animals around for profit. He also did a bit too much in the ways of boozin' and schmoozin' so it was for the best he was not anyone's Uber lest he fall off the dock and drown everyone.

Speaking of being a temporary bus though...he makes sure to hit every bump he sees along his path and jostles his shoulders around some too so it's not a comfortable ride. Why would he give someone he intends to beat up a comfortable ride? Ugh! Maybe he'd simmer down before he got there and change his mind. But with how the other was heckling him, that was unlikely. "Oh yeah, deeeeeefinitely not on any inheritance list whatsoever." He snorts, steering sharply from dock to dock on his way to the grove. "The only pleasure in life I look forward to is standing still in traffic and blocking the way."

As he turned another corner, a 'heads up' causes him to...well - bring his head up to watch as Funky, board and all come crashing down from a cliff height. The board catches the wind a bit and the other Kong manages the device well, flipping it quickly through his feet to keep partially air borne until he could land with it on the dock in front of DK.

"Sup, DK. Looks like you got a tick, dude." Funky mentions casually as he would bringing up the weather as his guarded gaze shines and flashes reflected sunbeams at the strange little creature clung to his cuz's back.

"Yeeeah, tell me something I don't know." DK grumbles, sorta forgetting he was supposed to be a bus and stood slowly on his feet to cross his arms.

"Well, OK. You're pretty rad."

"Awh-really?!"

DK fought the urge to laugh, and instead clapped a hand to his cheek as if to gush over the compliment even though it's one of their favorite running jokes.

"...Later." And with that Funky kicked off the dock and landed in the water on his board, swimming away.

"...I feel like I'm forgetting something." The cheek clap turned into a chin rub as he tried dialing back to just what the hell he was doing before getting his day funked up.

[casspurrjoybell-25]

Cold as Ice - Chapter 53 - Part 2

*Warning - Adult Content*

Wren Ridley

It took a few minutes for my car to warm up and for the windshield to defrost.

I wished I had started it up beforehand because now I was so anxious to get back to Landon that my patience was thin.

Once I could see out the windshield, I started back toward my dorm to get changed and brush my teeth.

James was still asleep when I got there, so I was uninterrupted and quickly in and out.

I pulled on the hockey sweatshirt Landon had given me for Christmas before leaving the room.

When I got back in the car, I let Olivia know I was on my way and started toward home.

Mom was instantly at the door when I pulled into the driveway.

She looked at me with worry, placing a hand on my back and guiding me toward the couch.

"Honey, you look exhausted," she said, sitting us both down.

"I'm fine," I assured her, though she didn't look convinced.

"Are you?" she asked, raising her eyebrows in disbelief.

"How's Landon?"

"He has a minor concussion but he'll be okay."

"Thank goodness it's not more serious," she said.

"Listen, your father and I are extremely concerned about Olivia. We cannot in good conscience send her back home."

"What did she say?"

"She told us about her mother starving her and locking her in her room for hours so she couldn't eat," Mom said, her voice low.

"She told us about her father abusing Landon, hitting him, screaming at him, making him run so much until he threw up."

My blood ran ice cold hearing that.

Of course, I knew that his father had been abusive toward him.

He had told me those things bu-t hearing them again, especially after what his father had just done to him made me so angry.

"She's not going back there," I said, letting out a deep breath.

"I have to talk to Landon about the Hanson''s. They're the family that took him in after he left his parents. They'll help."

Three sets of footsteps came scurrying down the stairs and into the living room a moment later.

Olivia immediately threw herself down on the couch next to me and wrapped her arms around me, resting her head on my shoulder.

"Wren," she exclaimed. I slowly moved my arm to go around her and patted her on the back, unsure of what else to do.

"Is Landon really okay?" she asked, looking at me with wide eyes.

"He's alright," I assured her.

"He just needs to rest."

"Can we go see him now?"

"Why don't you eat some breakfast before you go, Olivia?" Mom suggested.

"Leo's making pancakes in the kitchen."

Olivia smiled and stood up from the couch.

"Sounds yummy," she said, walking past me to give my mom a hug.

"Thanks, Vanessa."

Olivia left the living room to meet Fawn, Ava and Dad in the kitchen.

"You look like you need to eat too," Mom said to me after a moment.

"And get some caffeine in you."

"Yeah, I probably should."

The two of us stood up from the couch and went into the kitchen with the others.

My brother, Colt was sitting alone at the kitchen table, headphones in as he watched something on his phone with his plate in front of him.

He looked at me and nodded but that was all the greeting I got.

The three girls sat at the kitchen island, Fawn in the middle of Olivia and Ava.

"You look like you've been hit by a truck," Fawn said to me.

"Rude," Dad commented as he flipped a pancake on the stove.

I sat down across from Fawn, placing my head in my hand.

Mom came over and placed a coffee in front of me, already having made it how I liked it.

Olivia and Ava giggled beside my sister.

"I take it you three are getting along just fine?" I asked, my eyes sweeping over the three of them.

Olivia seemed to fit right in with Fawn and Ava.

The three of them sat close, whispering to each other and giggling.

Olivia seemed at ease despite the stress she was under last night.

It was like the three of them had been friends for years rather than just one night.

"I'm a very good sleepover host, of course we're getting along," Fawn replied, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Your family is actually really cool," Olivia added.

"And Ava, of course."

Dad finished cooking breakfast and gave us each a plate with pancakes on it.

I devoured my plate in a minute, the three girls across from me looking at me like I was some sort of beast.

"You just inhaled that," Ava said with a laugh.

Dad turned away from the counter with his own plate, then looked down at my now empty one.

I shook my head, standing from my seat.

I took the plate and rinsed it off before putting it in the dishwasher.

Then I went to the bathroom and tried to make myself look less like I had been hit by a truck.

The coffee and the food helped a little but I still looked pale and had bags under my eyes.

I splashed cold water on my face and put some through my hair to tame it.

That was about all I could do.

By the time I was done in the bathroom, Olivia was done with breakfast and ready to go.

Fawn had given her some clothes to borrow and she had a bag of her clothes from last night in her hand.

"Ready to go?" she asked with a hopeful smile.

"Yeah, let me just say bye to my parents," I told her.

We each said our goodbyes.

My mother pulled me into a tight hug.

"Drive safe, honey," she said in my ear.

"And be strong. I know you're under a lot of stress right now,but we're here to help."

With that, we left the house.

Olivia threw her clothes in the backseat before getting into the passenger seat.

Her leg with shaking before we even left the driveway.

I decided not to comment on it.

"Thanks for taking me there last night," Olivia said as I started backing out.

"It was nice hanging out with Fawn and Ava and not having to worry about anything I said getting back to my parents."

"Your friends tell your parents what you say?"

"Their parents do," she clarified.

"And Jimmy does apparently."

I nodded.

"And your parents are, like, the best," Olivia continued.

"Yeah, they are," I agreed, tapping my hand on the steering wheel.

"I'm really glad you're with my brother," she said softly, which caused my stomach to twist in pain for a moment.

"We're not..." Olivia put her hand up to stop me.

"You don't have to try to come up with some excuse," she said.

"I knew you two were together, without either of you saying it. You're not good at being subtle."

There was really nothing I could say to that, so I said nothing.

[mrmonster459]

The Bluebird

Location: Deadcrow, a small town in California

Time: 1854

I’ll never forget the day she walked into the saloon.

A Native American woman walked in, with a bow dropped over one shoulder and a quiver full of arrows propped over the other. She took a seat at the bar, and said “Whiskey, dry.”

The bartender laughed and said “Little lady, you sure you…”

“Yes, I am.” She said, and the bartender then poured her a drink.

I normally just tried to bus tables and ignore the patrons (the men in that saloon weren’t kind if they thought you were eavesdropping), but even I couldn’t help but stare at the woman ordering a drink in a place that would almost surely chew her up and spit her out.

“While I’ve got your attention, I’m looking for a man named Laurence Cole. I heard he frequents this saloon, is that true?” She asked.

“Yes, I do.” Laurence Cole said as got up from the table where he and his friends were playing poker. Laurence Cole was one of the leaders of the militia that essentially ran the town of Deadcrow, on behalf of the company who owned the rights to pretty much the entire gold mine our town’s economy thrived on; he was a man you didn’t wanna anger, unless your idea of a nice Sunday afternoon was being whipped in front of the entire town.

“What’s your name?” Laurence asked as he stood next to her.

“Sialea-lea.” She answered, much to the surprise of pretty much everyone who heard.

"What was that? See a leah leah?" One of Cole's cohorts asked.

After seeing the confusion on their faces, she said “But you can call me Bluebird, if that’s easier for you to pronounce.”

“Alright, Bluebird, can I help you?” Laurence asked.

She then drew a knife and stabbed him in the gut before kicking him backwards.

Three other men stood up from a table and began to draw their weapons. Bluebird quickly drew an arrow and shot one right in the neck. She then jumped over the bar to take cover. The two militiamen fired at the bar, hoping they’d land a lucky shot and kill her.

They did not.

After they used up all their shots, one of them said “She’s gotta be dead, right?”

Bluebird then emerged from the bar, with an arrow fully drawn. She fired at one of them, hitting him right in the chest. The other one rushed to reload, but she then put an arrow right in his eye.

Everyone else in the saloon was rushing to get out, including Cole, who was able to make it to his horse.

Bluebird ran outside and shouted “DAMN!” as she tried firing at him, but it was no use. He was already too far away for her to land a shot. After he rode off, she went back inside to finish her drink. I knew I should've been running away, but I couldn't help but talk to her. She was something our town had never had before; a glimmer of hope.

“You know he’s not leaving for good, right?” I asked. “He’s definitely coming back with more militiamen.”

“Good.” Bluebird replied as took another sip of her whiskey. "Saves me the trouble of having to track him down again."

She caught me glaring at her, and said “What’s your name?”

“Eleanor.” I answered.

“Well, Eleanor, I don’t much enjoy drinking alone; care to join me?” She asked.

I couldn’t say no, I had to know why she was on a warpath against the local militia. I took a seat beside her and said “What are you doing here?”

“It’s a long story.” She replied.

“We have time.” I said.

____

She spent over an hour telling me her full story. For the sake of time, I’ll give you the abridged version.

“I grew up in a Navajo village, back in New Mexico.” She began. “My dad was a war chief, who taught me archery and knife fighting from an early age. He wanted me to be tough enough to survive out in the desert.”

“One day, a group of militiamen came into our village. They wanted to buy the land our village sat on. They said it had copper, and that they could flip the land and sell it to a mining company.”

“We turned them down. The land was important to us, we had no interest in selling. The next day, I went out elk hunting, and came back to find that my entire village had been killed. The militia swallowed up and sold the land for pennies, and then they moved on to find the next opportunity.”

____

“Guess where they moved on to?” Bluebird asked before finishing her drink.

“I, I’m so sorry.” I said.

“Save your pity.” She said. “I didn’t come here for tears, I came here to get revenge. Laurence Cole is the reason my tribe is gone, and I am not leaving this town until he’s dead.”

I heard horses riding up to the saloon.

“Well, that sounds like your chance.” I said.

_____

There were eleven men standing outside the saloon, all armed. One of them was Laurence Cole; he had a bandage that was covering his stab wound, but other than that, he looked fine.

“BLUEBIRD, YOU’D BETTER COME OUT NOW!” He shouted. “Come out with your hands in the air, and we’ll just hang you and get it over with. But if we have to go in there and find you, we’ll do a whole lot worse.”

“Don’t listen to him.” I advised. “He’ll torture you no matter you do.”

Bluebird sat there and did nothing. “Kid, I’d advise you to either run, hide, or start loading a gun, because shit’s about to get bloody.”

I did both the second and third thing options. I grabbed a revolver off one of the fallen militiamen, and his box of ammo too. But then, I went to hide in the bar’s supply closet. I could still see everything through the slit, but the militiamen wouldn’t notice me unless they were looking (which they wouldn’t, not with an expert archer firing at them).

Moments later, two militiamen entered the saloon. They both received arrows to the face in rapid succession. Another two came in, both attempting to shoot Bluebird with repeating rifles, but Bluebird moved too quickly for them to hit.

She closed the distance, and stabbed one of them in the neck while kicking the other’s leg out. Before he could get up, she slashed his throat open.

The rest of them opened fire from the windows. Bluebird had no choice but to take cover, and the remaining militiamen began to storm the place. Worse, Bluebird was almost out of arrows, she only had one more left.

“WHERE IS SHE?” A militiamen asked before getting hit with an arrow in the side of the neck. But that was it; there were still five of them left, and Bluebird was out of arrows.

I then realized it was now or never; I summoned all the courage I had, opened the door, and unloaded at the militiamen. This was my first time firing a gun, so I only landed two of the six shots; but that didn’t matter, because Bluebird then rushed at the surviving men, isolated one of them, and sliced his neck open. She then took his rifle, and fired it at one of his comrades. Another militiamen turned his gun towards her, but she kicked the gun away before he fired; the shot ended up hitting the wall, and she then stabbed him in the chest.

There was one more of them, and he was too far away for her to grab but I had already loaded one another shot. I rushed closer to get to point blank, and moments before he was gonna fire at Bluebird, I nailed him right in the back of the head.

We both breathed an unfortunate sigh of relief, thinking we were safe. Then, a bullet sailed in from the window and hit Bluebird in the leg. Laurence Cole emerged, holding a smoking gun in his hand.

I aimed at him, but he was quicker on the draw. He fired a shot that hit the wall just six inches or so away from my head. “I missed on purpose, I won’t again. Drop the gun or my next shot will bore a hole in your forehead.”

I dropped my revolver and put my hands in the air.

“That’s better.” He said. “You, I’m gonna give you the benefit of the doubt and call this a panic response. I’ll let you off after, I don’t know, three or four dozen lashes.”

“But you.” He said as he looked down at Bluebird, who was practically helpless down on the ground. “I am gonna make you regret even being born.”

The moment he turned, I dove down, grabbed the gun, fired a shot, and then ran towards the bar to take cover. Of course, I missed, but that was okay; I gave Bluebird just the opportunity she needed to crawl closer, and stab him in the thigh. After he fell over, she then stabbed him in the chest.

_____

We took her to the town doctor. Thankfully, the bullet just grazed her leg; if it had just landed an inch to the left, her leg would have had to be amputated. But all she needed was a few bandages.

“What do you think this town will do without the militia?” Bluebird asked me.

“Probably breathe a sigh of relief.” I said. “Only reason we tolerated those assholes was because the company would’ve fired all the miners if they staged any kind of revolt. Now that that's' been done for them, maybe they can run this place themselves; might even go on strike, demand they finally get good wages.”

“I hope they do.” Bluebird said. “Well, I have no reason to stay here anymore, so I’m headed off. I don’t know where I’ll go or what I’ll do now that I got my revenge, but I’m getting out of Deadcrow, that's for sure. Wanna join, Eleanor?”

“You know, I think I do.”

[thrilloffirstlove]

Get sent to the 50s sitcom dimension, loser

[offbrandhange]

Wedding Day ! | 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

Fluff & NSFW headcanons on your wedding day/night with some of the AOT boys!

! Slight NSFW !

Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of sex, pregnancy. Fem ! reader.

Majority of this is fluff, but there are mentions of !BEEP! sooo yeah.

Characters: Armin, Eren, Erwin, Jean, Levi

a/n: I have to take my SAT tomorrow, please wish your girl good luck for those sweet, sweet good grades....

𝕬𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓 𝕬𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖙 ~

Helps you plan the wedding and possibly loves it even more than you do. He’s a sucker for quality time. 

Armin would prefer a small or medium-sized wedding. If you want a large wedding though, there’s no way he’s holding you back from having it. 

100% a beach wedding. No doubt.

The venue is BEAUTIFUL. Spent countless nights researching and visiting places to make sure you got the best.

Eren is chosen as the best man, although Armin feels guilty for having to pick only one out of all his friends.

On the day of the wedding, Armin is a panicking mess. Eren and Jean literally have to give him a pep talk before he goes to stand at the alter.

Practiced deep breathing techniques before the wedding. Unfortunately, they aren’t working.

When you finally walk down the isle, Armin starts crying softly. Eren put his hand on his shoulder to comfort him......which just made him sob harder. He cried multiple times during the wedding.

Your wedding rings are the set his grandfather and grandmother shared :’)

Specifically told the bartender not to serve Connie and Sasha more than 3 drinks. He doesn’t trust them making their own alcohol-related decisions at his wedding.

Armin isn’t a dancer but....he practiced how to slow dance just for you.

Shy at first when it comes to the more fast-paced dancing, but Jean coaxes him into it, and he ends up having a lot of fun.

The speeches are so nice!!! But mostly because Armin asked Mikasa to read them over before hand to make sure they were okay.

After the wedding ends and everyone has left, you and Armin sit and watch the waves at night.

NSFW below !

The beach was reserved...meaning it is now completely deserted. I am now politely reminding you, Armin is not a saint. Honeymoon sex on the beach, anybody?

The sex is slow and sweet; he takes his time with you and kisses you all over. It’s 100% the definition of, “making love.”

If you’re down for a kid right now, Armin’s down for a kid right now. He WILL try for a baby with you if it’s what you want.

After you made a mess of yourselves in the sand...Armin would probably let you sleep for a little bit as he watched the waves. He doesn’t want it to end yet.

When he’s finally content, he would carry you back to the hotel, trying not to wake you.

Super considerate dusting the sand off you, and then tucking you in bed. He’s totally cuddling you to sleep, too.

𝕰𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝕵𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖗 ~

Pretty much gives you full control of the wedding planning; he only has a few requests.

Eren would be the type of dude to invite friends, friends of friends, and friends of friends of friends. Your wedding is gonna be packed.

Has no idea what kind of wedding he prefers.

Please, god, don’t let him pick the venue. He will go to the first one, look around, and go, “Yeah, this is pretty nice.” That’s how you’ll end up getting married at an AirBNB with a nice backyard hidden behind the local Walmart.

Doesn’t know if he should make Armin or Zeke the best man, so he flips a coin to decide. It landed on Armin, and from that day on, Zeke was super salty.

Tries to convince you to try on the wedding dress/suit the day before. He can’t sleep that night because he’s so keyed up thinking about how pretty you’ll look.

On the day of the wedding, he’s super fucking ecstatic and practically bouncing all over the place.

Eren would get kind of impatient when waiting at the isle, to the point it would annoy the groomsmen. Jean came so close to saying something but was thankfully stopped by Armin.

When you finally walk down the isle, he’s BEAMING. He tears up a little bit out of happiness, but nothing too extreme.

Armin had to help him pick out the wedding rings otherwise you would’ve ended up with one of those plastic spider rings you win at Chuck e. Cheese’s.

Eren gets so fucking drunk you’re worried you might have to carry him back to the room by the end of the night.

Jean literally nit-picks everything Eren does the whole night....which almost ends up resulting in a drunken bar fight...at your wedding. It ends up fine, though, because Levi and Mikasa step in as bodyguards.

You SWEAR Mikasa is giving you dirty looks. Likewise, Eren SWEARS he’s getting dirty looks from Levi.

He does alright slow-dancing, but is so tipsy and distracted by how attractive you are to him, he’s kinda just....trying his best.

Absolutely OBLITERATES the dance floor when the fast-paced songs come on...

WILD assortment of speeches. Mikasa is crying, Armin’s reading a poem, Floch’s trying to get you to join his cult, Zeke is crying......and Eren is sitting there like, “Is this almost over.” You’d think it was America’s got talent, or something.

When the wedding ends, he 100% drags you to your favorite fast-food restaurant. Still in your wedding attire. Seriously, this dude is crazy, but he’s fun.

NSFW below !

When you get back to the hotel, he lets you eat your food--and then he fucks the shit out of you.

Way, way, way more rough than usual; super passionate sex. Multiple rounds, too. You don’t even KNOW how he has this much stamina by the end of the night.

Not even TRYING to get you pregnant, but his dumbass probably accidentally would.

Good luck trying to walk tomorrow!!!

When he’s finally tired, he is GONE. Like, you could scream bloody-murder and he still wouldn’t wake up.

𝕰𝖗𝖜𝖎𝖓 𝕾𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖍 ~

You can TRY and take that wedding planner from Erwin--the only way he’d give it to you is if you pried it from his cold, dead hand(s).

Tells people he’s married MONTHS before the wedding.

Everyone.....and I mean EVERYONE.....knows you’re getting married. he will walk up to strangers and brag about you.

Erwin invites everyone he sees. Elderly woman crossing the street? Invited. Barista at the coffee shop? Invited. Guy on the bus who offered him a seat? Invited.

All those people attend the wedding, too. Why? Everyone knows and loves Erwin. So when your wedding is literally PACKED with people you have never seen before--you’re only slightly surprised.

You know those reality shows where they have HUGE, expensive weddings? Your wedding would put theirs to shame. Erwin goes ALL OUT.

The venue? A literal castle. How did he manage to book and afford a castle? Don’t question it.

Your wedding dress doesn’t have a budget. Seriously, your wedding is crazy expensive--and straight out of a fairy tale.

You’re pretty sure Levi made himself the best man--and Erwin was fine with it.

Is super excited on the day of the wedding. He knows it’s going to be perfect; he got his eyebrows done just for the occasion.

When you walk down that isle his smile is SO BRIGHT. he is SHINING.

Yeah, those wedding rings? Imported from Italy, plastered with giant, real, diamonds. You will never be able to say Erwin doesn’t spoil you.

Pretty chill wedding, nothing’s too rowdy and everyone’s still having a good time.

Whispers sweet nothings and tells you how happy he is the whole night. He can’t go five minutes without saying, “I love you.”

Just TRY to get him to stop holding your hand; he won’t.

Erwin is so good at slow-dancing??? And he’s so careful with you, too. 100% the one in the lead, but he’s spinning and dipping you so sweetly. Not to mention the way he’s looking at you...

He’s a serious guy a lot of the time, but I honest to god believe in the sweetest way possible, you would genuinely have a really fun time fast-pace dancing with him. You would both be laughing at each other’s moves.

Majority of the speeches are super nice. Hange tried to get Levi to say something, brought him up to the stage and....he starred at the crowd for a couple awkward seconds, then walked off. He conveyed his message through his eyes, I guess?

The wedding is so long you weren’t sure it was ever going to end...

Hotel? Nah he booked that castle, that’s where you’re spending the night...

NSFW below !

You’re fucking in the king bed tonight baby, literally.

Pays attention to your needs/wants the WHOLE NIGHT. Seriously, he’s a soft dom, and makes sure you’re more than satisfied.

Tons of body worship?? He’s so sweet and careful with you.

Erwin secretly really, really wants to give you his babies and start a family with you on the honeymoon. If you’re willing, he will make sure he gets you pregnant; you’re getting no sleep.

After you’re done, he will run you two a bath and clean you off. He adds in a little bonus massage, too.

When you get in bed, he pets your head, cuddling you until you fall asleep. You could’ve sworn you saw him smiling before you drifted off to sleep.

𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝕶𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖎𝖓 ~

Jean would definitely help you plan the wedding--he values romance a lot, so having the perfect wedding for him and you, is important. He also doesn’t want to put all the weight on you.

Brags to his friends that he’s getting married--they all get tired of hearing about it.

Normal sized wedding--not too many, but not small, either. Lots of family and friends.

The venue is at a barn. Yes, he picked a barn. it’s a nice venue, too; the only problem is that he’s not going to be able to escape those horse jokes.

Marco is chosen as the best man--and when Connie hears about it, he sulks for a few days. He gets over it eventually, though.

He’s kind of nervous the day of--but Marco reassures him and teaches his some deep-breathing techniques.

Keeps his cool until he goes to stand at the alter--and then he’s in full-blown panic mode. “What if I can’t make her happy?” “What if she runs away with Eren?” meanwhile, Eren is standing right there with the other groomsmen, like “wtf?”

When you walk down the isle--he’s super overwhelmed. He feels a huge sense of relief you didn’t ditch him and run away, but also metaphorically hit by a semi-truck of emotions since he realized he’s ACTUALLY getting married. There’s a little bit of happy crying.

His mom picked out your wedding rings; you only find out when she brags about it--and Jean yells at her for telling you.

His wedding gift to you is a giant portrait he drew of you--and on the back, there’s a message in French. He won’t tell you what it says, but you’re pretty sure it’s an oath to love and protect you ‘till the day he dies.

He does pretty well slow-dancing. His mom also mentions he begged her to practice with him so he didn’t mess up.

He’s a little worried about making himself look like a fool dancing in front of you--but for you, he does it anyways; You both laugh your asses off and have a lot of fun.

The speeches make Jean look like he wants to drop dead from embarrassment. He’s not sure what’s worse--Connie and Sasha doing karaoke, Eren making horse jokes, or his mom telling all of his embarrassing baby stories.

After everyone leaves, Jean takes you to look at the animals before you leave, too.

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 As for honeymoon sex; you better not make a horse joke, otherwise you’re getting laid in that fucking barn. Maybe. He threatens that, but you know he wouldn’t want to have sex there on your wedding night. He’s 100% down for another time, though.

A mix of rough and sweet at the same time--he does the right things at the right times.

Is a lot more passionate and soft than usual--very careful with your body, and makes sure to really take everything in; He wants to remember the night for as long as he lives.

Immaculate aftercare; and on top of that, he lets you fall asleep in his arms, occasionally kissing your forehead.

Bonus: he sings you to sleep.

𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎 𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓 ~

Lets you plan the wedding, but looks it over and makes sure there’s nothing too crazy happening. He, somehow, is worried you’re going to plan a circus or something else ridiculous to show up.

No one knows you’re getting married until the envelopes are mailed to family and friends. In fact, some people didn’t even know you were together.

Pretty small wedding, it’s mostly people who are very close to you two. It has a very homey-feel.

The venue HAS to be indoors. Levi thinks an outdoor wedding is unsanitary--so you end up getting married in a banquet hall.

Erwin is 1000% the best man. You don’t even have to ask, you already know it’s going to be Erwin.

Is literally shaking and sweating his ass off he’s so nervous the day of the wedding--if anyone asks, though, he swears he is fine. Has no idea it’s completely obvious he’s on the verge of absolutely freaking out.

Erwin and Hange try to get him to relax--but he continues to deny that he is in fact, NOT calm.

When you walk down the isle and he makes eye contact with you--his brain short-circuits. His mind literally stops working and is constantly repeating, “p...p...pre....pretty..” the whole damn time.

Mentally saves the image of you in your dress/suit to use as his motivation to always come home to you.

Tries to remain expressionless, but is literally tomato-red and on the verge of crying; he never thought he’d be able to find happiness--it feels like everything is finally going to be okay. Erwin is smiling like a proud dad, and Hange is trying to suppress their amazement that the dude’s showing emotion.

Your wedding rings are fairly plain--but on the inside of the bands, both of your names are etched.

He won’t read the vows out loud, he simply hands you a letter and tells you to read it another time.

When the time comes to kiss--Levi literally hides behind you and shyly pulls you in. The view the audience gets is your back--and they aren’t sure whether to clap or not.

Your wedding gift to him was a giant assortment of different teas--and he genuinely seemed really excited to try them. He didn’t realize it, but when he mentioned tasting them, he said, “with you” at the end.

Has no idea how to slow dance. Erwin tried to help him, but it didn’t do much, so you teach him on the spot. Your first dance, he concentrates really hard on not messing up, eyebrows furrowed and all.

Doesn’t know how to dance fast-pace either, in fact, he’s pretty confused. You have to grab the man and force him out of his comfort zone, spinning him and all. Hange and the Survey Corp members are laughing their ass off at his bewildered face.

The speeches went pretty well--except for when Hange didn’t stop talking; Levi threatened to force them off the stage, and you don’t think he was joking.

The wedding was fairly short--but only because Levi rushed everyone home; he just wanted to drag you off and keep you to himself for the rest of the day.

After the wedding, he takes you to a spot nearby to watch the sunset. He has a soft smile, and you can tell he’s genuinely happy.

You take HIM back to the hotel--he would’ve been fine staying there just a little longer, in the peace of it all.

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You’re literally taking his virginity. He saved himself for marriage; he wanted to make sure he gave himself to the right person.

Very nervous--and kind of insecure, too. He isn’t sure what you’ll think of him, and he’s worried about you seeing his scars. He STILL isn’t completely convinced you really want him.

Lots of body worship and reassuring him; he melts at your touch.

Once he gets comfortable and into it, he repeats “I love you” a lot.

He doesn’t last very long...but keeps going until you get off, too. He’s still a little confused by everything, so you have to teach him.

He’s half asleep after cumming--but still insists the two of you need to get in the shower.

Was too tired to stand, so you took a bath together instead. He falls asleep, leaning on you, when you massage his head.

You end up being unable to wake him up--the man is dead tired from not only sleep deprivation, the long day, but also his first time.

You can’t get him out of the bathtub, either--he’s too bulky to lift. You expected him to be much lighter due to his height, but his muscle makes him a lot more heavy.

Hange and Erwin have to be called to haul his ass--naked--out of the tub and into the bed. Hange is of no help since they’re laughing so hard--and Erwin is helping, but trying so hard not to break face and laugh too.

After they leave, you cover him up and cuddle into his frame; you could swear you heard a quiet, “thank you.”

[gaepris0n]

"Such a slut." - Lily Evans

So here's another smut for my fanfiction. @partlystiles wanted me to do it so I did it.

Warnings: Degradation, thigh riding, tit sucking.

Fanfic name: Ligne De L'Amour

Author: _Bibicyle_

(Can be found on wattpad)

"Who the hell invited Diggory?" Sirius scoffed downing his drink from beside Remus.

Remus shrugged.

"The beauxbatons transfer did." Lily shrugged with a small smile.

"She's quite pretty isn't she?" Lily asked Remus and Sirius with a smile.

"Oh? Melora?" Sirius asked with a pursed lips.

"Is that her name? I still haven't talked to her." Lily replied with a shrug.

"Yeah she's a Hufflepuff?" Remus asked with a clenched jaw, jealousy taking over slightly.

"Yeah, she is." Lily smiled.

"Yeah, she's super........uhm....nice." Sirius replied back, thinking back, as if a memory had shown up.

His cheeks tinting slightly.

"You alright Sirius? You look a little lost in the head..." Lily asked, concern melting on her features.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just this partys a bit boring." Sirius shrugged with a grin.

***

Melora shuffled through the crowds of the party, a bright smile on her face as she finally found Marlene.

Gryffindor had won against Ravenclaw and Marlene had invited her to the party.

"Hello Sugartitz." Melora giggled throwing her arm around Marlene's shoulder and taking the blondes cup.

Downing the rest of it with a grin.

Marlene rolled her eyes with a smirk.

"Someone's already tipsy." Marlene laughed looking at Melora.

"Had to do some pregame drinking." Melora shrugged with a small smile.

"Marlene, Can we talk." Melora looked over to where the voice came from, to see Dorcas Meadowes.

Marlene looked at Melora for a second and Melora smirked taking her arm off Marlene's shoulder and walking away.

"I'll see ya later Marls." Melora smirked.

"Anyone wanna join never have I ever!?" Yelled a voice, a crowd going in a circle.

Melora smirked walking over and dropping down beside Remus.

At first she hadn't noticed him but she did as she felt someone whisper in her ear.

"Lovely to see you again, princess." Melora's breath caught as she turned to look at Remus.

A blush spreading across her face as she looked at him.

"Lupin." She replied with a clear of her throat as she turned back to the circle.

"Why so formal princess?" Remus quirked a brow, his mouth still hovering over her ear.

Reminding Melora of the week prior in the broom closet.

"I'm not." She replied with a flustered look on her face, as she looked at him.

"I heard you invited Diggory, why's that?" Remus asked with a clenched jaw, Melora finally noticing the anger in his eyes.

She opened her mouth to speak but James cut her off.

"Alright everyone, pay attention!" James Potter yelled with a smirk.

"Who'd like to start off?" James asked, Amos Diggory raised a hand with a smirk and James nodded for him to start it.

"Never have I ever played a drinking game before." Amos smirked, everyone in the circle taking a sip from their drinks.

As the game progressed more people joined and others left, although it seemed Melora was one of the only ones still only tipsy.

Marlene had raised a brow at Melora on multiple occasions when the girl hadn't taken a sip from her drink.

Melora shrugged, looking down with a faint blush.

"Never have I ever sucked dick in the school." Marlene smirked, not taking a sip from her drink looking directly at Melora challengingly.

Melora narrowed her eyes at Marlene but took a sip anyways.

All four Marauders took sips from their drinks, along with a few other boys.

All the girls besides Marlene taking sips from their cups as well.

Lily's eyes practically bulged out of her head when she looked at James.

"Alright, this is for the ladies. Never have I ever done anything sexual with the same sex." Amos smirked, leaning back in his seat.

Melora watched as a few girls took sips from their drinks.

Melora felt eyes burning into her, so she turned her eyes running over the form of a red haired green eyed girl who stared right back.

A small smirk going on the girl's lips as Melora made eye contact with her.

Melora gave a small smile, her mind wandering as she watched the girl take a slow sip of her drink.

Taking her drink off her lips and wiping away the small line of whisky that dribbled down her chin.

Melora looked away, her eyes widening slightly as a faint blush went on her cheeks.

Melora wondering how long she had been staring.

Wondering if the girl had noticed but when she looked back she knew the girl had noticed seeing as her eyes were still set on Melora.

A bright smirk on the red heads lips as she set her cup down.

The red head nodded her head towards the stairs.

Melora looked behind her confused thinking someone was behind her but no one was and when she looked back she saw the red head already up and away from the group.

A smirk on her lips as she waited by the stairs.

Looking directly at Melora.

Melora stood up walking where the red head had disappeared to.

As Melora walked up the stairs she saw the fiery red hair disappear behind a door, Melora immediately catching up to it and opening it.

As she stepped in she was suddenly pressed against a wall, lips pressed harshly against hers.

Melora froze for a second but then kissed back.

The red head pulled away with wide eyes.

“Sorry! You-You’re so pretty! I couldn-” “My names Melora, what's yours?” Melora cut her off with a smirk as her chest heaved slightly.

The girls flustered expression melted away as she realised Melora was fine with it.

“Lily Evans.” She smiled, putting a hand out.

Melora quirked a brow, grabbing the red heads hand but not shaking it, instead shoving it to the red heads side.

Instead letting her other hand go to the red headed chin. Pulling her into a kiss.

The redhead kissed back right away, both girls fighting for dominance until Melora had started backing them up.

Their lips still finally breaking apart as Lily fell back onto the bed with a gasp.

“Never done this before.” Melora chuckled darkly as she pulled her dress of her head.

Melora had worn neither a bra nor panties, something she always did.

Her best friend Leo had dared her once to do it, and now she did it at every party just for the fun of it.

Lily's mouth hanging open as she stared up at Melora.

“Well it sure seems like you have.” Lily replied, her eyes darkening as they moved up Melora’s form.

“What's wrong Petal? Jealous I can figure it out?” Melora retorted leaning down so both hands were on either side of Lily.

Lily smirked suddenly pulling Melora down and flipping her over, so Lily was now sat on Melora’s lap.

Melora letting out a shaky laugh as Lily did so.

Her hands on Melora’s stomach as her dress lifted up to just above her hips.

“No. I’m not jealous.” Lily whispered, her hand running up Melora’s side as Melora’s breath quickened.

“In fact, I think I’m the opposite, seeing as I have you right where I want you.” Lily pressed her lips to Melora’s again. Softer this time.

Melora’s mouth opened as she felt Lily’s hand squeezing her tit, giving Lily enough time to stick her tongue in Melora’s mouth.

Melora letting out a muffled moan as Lily’s fingers pinched her nipple, the other hand resting on the side of the girls head.

Melora’s hands rubbed Lily’s thighs, squeezing every few seconds.

Lily seemed to like that seeing as her hips rolled forward everytime Melora had done it.

Melora’s left hand let go of Lily’s thigh, instead moving up her back slightly until she got until a clump of Lily’s hair.

Pulling her hair back so the girl let out a moan, her bruised and puffy lips leaving Melora’s.

Melora moved so she was now sitting up and Lily’s legs were on either side of the naked girls hips.

“What are we going to do now?” Melora whispered with a smirk as her hand tightened around Lily’s hair, while the other traced over Lily’s bottom lip.

“So pretty like this, aren't you? Such a slut too.” Melora smirked, moving hand to hit Lily’s cheek.

Not hard enough to leave a mark but hard enough to leave a sting for a few seconds.

Lily let out a breathy moan as she bucked her hips forward onto Melora’s hips.

Melroa letting out a dark chuckle as both hands went to Lily’s hips, holding her down roughly.

“You sure you wanna do this Petal?” Melora asked as one hand moved toward the end of her dress.

Lily nodded rapidly.

“I need you to say it.” Melora replied.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” Melora quirked a brow with a grin.

“Yes I want to do this.” Lily breathed out, Melora not wasting anytime.

Her hands pulling Lily’s red dress over her head and connecting her lips to the expanse of Lily’s freckled throat.

Lily tilted her head back as her hands went to wrap around Melora’s neck and hair.

Melora pulled away with a breathless laugh.

“Want you to ride my thigh.” Melora smiled looking at Lily who shivered under Melora’s gaze.

“Bu-but I wanted to show you…..how it feels for a girl to eat you.” Lily breathed out shakily.

“I don’t need that right now. I really need this though.” Melora smiled softly as her hands massaged the sides of Lily’s hips, squeezing ever so slightly.

Lily nodded, moving her body so it all rested on one of Melora’s thighs.

Lily's clothed cunt pressed against Melora’s thigh.

Lily started rolling her hips, slow at first.

Melora’s hands helping the girl's movements.

But soon Melora got bored of how slow Lily was being, instead unclipping Lily’s bra and immediately attaching her lips to Lily’s hard nipple, her other hand squeezing Lily’s other tit.

Lily's breath caught in her throat as Melora bit hard enough for a sting to be left.

Lily’s left hand going to Melora’s clit while her other hand went to Melora’s shoulders.

Melora let out a surprised gasp as Lily’s fingers rubbed circles around the bundle.

Melora’s mouth let go of Lily’s tit, instead going to bite Lily’s shoulder, her eyes closing with a breathy moan.

Lily rubbed faster as her body rolled more against Melora’s.

Her wetness rubbing all over Melora’s thigh.

Melora moaned louder as Lily whimpered in Melora’s lips.

“Gonna cum melora.” Lily whimpered out as she moved faster against Melora’s thigh.

Melora’s head lifted from Lily’s shoulder to look at the girl.

Lips bruised, red hair tousled around her shoulders, a red hue covering her cheeks along with a thin layer of sweat all over the girl.

“Let it out then.” Melora replied with a smirk as she dragged a single digit over Lily’s clit.

Pulling it out as Lily moaned louder, shoving her own finger in her mouth she sucked it clean, keeping eye contact as Lily rode out her orgasm.

Her orgasm wasn’t far behind.

Her breath was getting tighter as Lily’s hand hadn’t moved off her.

No, it had gotten rougher more than anything.

Somehow the redhead that was mumbling incoherently above her was still able to give Melora pleasure.

Melora’s breath caught as her eyes rolled back, along with her head.

Lily’s right hand squeezed at Melora’s tit as Melora’s orgasm took over.

The waves of pleasure increasing as Lily pressed harder.

Melora grinded against Lily’s finger until she finally fell back onto the bed with a breathy giggle, Lily doing the same.