#the lost girls x reader

[ria-coolgirl]

Nice work @kurt-nightcrawler

How to know if the lost girls have a crush on you

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐩! 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: mentions of drug use and language

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: I know requests aren’t open jddndjdj but I enjoy writing for the lost girls so enjoy!!

Darcy

Darcy is a sucker for romance

She’s a bit shy and awkward, despite her semi-scary looking demeanor 

(She’s 6’0 and has resting bitch face)

Darcy isn’t going to be super obvious or up-front about her feelings at first though

It will be the cliche “we’ve been friends for 10 years and everyone knows we like each other except us” 

Darcy will always have a hand on you. She wants to feel your presence 

subtle touches, little “pinky holding” or her playing with strands of your hair

Her poking any freckles you have when she first discovers them

You’re one of the few people she let’s mess with her hair. Which is a telling sign

“Your hair looks nice Darce” “thanks, (Y/N) did it” “oh worm? 👀” 

She loves having you run your hands through her hair, it soothes her

Sometimes, if you can’t make it to the cave— bad weather, car trouble, etc.— shell come over and you guys watch a movie together

Darcy’s got an extensive tape collection of rom-coms, so she’ll pop one into the tv and snuggle under covers with you

She’s probably going to ask to borrow your clothes if she’s “really cold” since she exclusively wears sports bras and her leather jacket

Also she likes that your sweaters and sweatshirts smell like you 

But you’ll definitely have to have been friends for awhile before she even CONSIDERS telling you how she feels

“I live forever. I have to be sure about my feelings and what if I get rejected?” “Anyone who rejects you is stupid. Almost stupid as Michelle—“ “HEY!” 

But overtime she’ll try to make things more obvious— to the point where Pauline and Marcella are teasing you both and then she kind of HAS to come clean

But you find it sweet! 

And a bit shocking, someone as powerful and strong and amazing and gorgeous as her, has feelings for YOU??? damn okay babe 

Keep reading

[slasherscream]

Crazy Ass Girls Gang ft. what type of yandere are they

warnings: yandere behavior - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Tiffany Valentine / clingy, obsessive, manipulative 

You'd better be damn sure you want to be with Tiffany before you ever bring up dating her because there is no escape once you've embarked on the exciting journey of being her romantic partner.

But if we're being honest you never really had a choice. You think you met organically? Became close by fate? No, Tiffany saw you and wanted you and decided to have you.

It was love at first sight on her part.

You'll be friends for a few months as she weaves the inescapable web around you. Best friends, actually. You'll tell her absolutely everything about yourself. Learn everything about her in turn. It's pure bliss to have a friend like Tiffany. Supportive, charming, affectionate.

You can tell she loves you more than anything. Loves you more than anyone else has ever loved you before, and she isn't afraid to show it.

You probably already had a partner when you met Tiffany. She was heartbroken when you first told her. The heartbreak didn't last long. Why cry over spilled milk? She wants to take it slow with you anyways, make sure that this time every aspect of the life you build together will be perfect.

She's come in too heavy before. You can't rush perfection, her mother always told her. For you, the lesson is finally worth learning.

Everything can be a tool. In the right hands. And Tiffany's hands? Why, they're incredibly skilled. She uses your soon-to-be-ex as a diving board for your upcoming relationship with her. Even if you'd been perfectly content with the relationship until you met Tiffany, suddenly everything is awful.

Tiffany points out every mistreatment. Every cancelled date. Every strange tone they used when talking to you. Every shitty, unoriginal gift. Every moment they weren't enthusiastic enough about good news you had to share.

It gets to the point where you can't even look at them half the time. You'll end dates with your partner early just to go spend more time with Tiffany: "What do you think they meant when they said that, Tiff?" / "I think they forgot who they were talking to, sweetheart! They're lucky I wasn't around or I would've cut out their tongue."

Tiffany has you so wrapped around her finger she's not even the one who suggests the break up. She was still going to wait a month or two before she began to truly push.

But when you show up at her doorstep in the middle of the night, holding flowers and her favorite takeout, rambling about how you've been so blind and it's always been Her...

Well, she has to smile as she pulls you in, savoring the last first kiss your lips will ever gift another soul.

She almost forgot how good she is at getting what she wants.

Jordan Li / protective, obsessive, lucid

You're so sweet. It was the first thought Jordan remembers having about you. The beginning of the end. They haven't been able to stop thinking about you since that one fatal moment.

Jordan has plenty of other things to think about. Things that should outclass you in importance easily. Their ranking, Brink's careful mentoring, their grades. They tell themselves that it all still matters more than you but they know they're lying to themselves.

It scares them a little, how much they actually think about you. Not a minute can go by without their thoughts drifting to you.

Did you eat today? / Your next class is in ten minutes, let me walk you, I've got the time. / You were running out of your favorite perfume. Got you a new bottle. / You look upset. Did someone fucking say something to you?

They can't help the way they hover around you during every spare moment they can find.

Jordan knows your schedule by heart to maximize the amount of time you can spend together. It's a balancing act they have to play with their brain for the simplest of tasks: you can spend the rest of the day with Y/N but you have to finish grading these essays first.

They can't function properly when they go too long without you. They swing on their sparring partners too hard. Stare at the clock during lectures instead of listening. They rip textbooks and snap pens by holding them too tight.

Sometimes they have to give up and call you. If they can't go and see you for whatever reason the sound of your voice makes it better. Hearing you talk, the sound of you breathing, laughing. It helps. Calms the buzz beneath Jordan's skin. They dial your contact, glaring into space as they wait for you to pick up. As soon as you do their body relaxes.

They recognize that their behavior isn't normal. Always needing to know where you are, who you're with. Feeling sick when they don't know.

You're like a drug for Jordan. They know you're an addiction, the way you've crawled under their skin. No high on earth compares, and Jordan has fucking compared them all. They pull you into their lap, as close as they can get you and it's never enough. Nothing is ever enough.

"Please don't fucking go anywhere, yeah?" Jordan will mumble into the skin of your neck. Their grip on you is too tight, face twisted at the desperation they feel. It's not pillow talk. They're begging. Genuinely. They'd do anything to keep you this close, always.

"Of course not, Jordie." You coo back. They close their eyes and pretend the words are enough. Nothing ever is.

Nancy Downs / delusional, possessive, obsessive

As soon as Nancy wants you there's no other option for you besides her. You can either choose to go along with it or you can fight it.

Fighting against her is like fighting against the tide, though. You can tread water for awhile. Keep your head afloat, sure. But eventually you'll get tired. Nature wins. Besides, fighting against Nancy becomes unpleasant fast. Being hers is so much nicer. She's gentler that way, kinder.

You're allowed to have friends, she doesn't isolate you completely.

It's just your old friends sucked. They didn't appreciate you. Didn't look out for you. Selfish users just like everyone else. Moths are always drawn to the light, and she'll kill every moth that strays a little too close to you, before it ever gets a chance to singe itself on your warmth. It's a mercy, really. Living a life in the darkness and having one brief moment in the sun is miserable. Nancy should know. It almost drives her crazy when you're not around. If you ever left she'd want to be put out of her misery too.

Her coven, though? They're perfect. Her coven is a family. And you were the last missing piece of it.

Anything about your old life, the life before her, can be viewed as a threat at a moment's notice. Family. Friends. Memories you speak of a little too fondly. Even a hobby could do it. She wants your focus to be her. It's only fair, her only focus is you.

Even when she's not around. Even when you're completely alone you swear you can feel her eyes on you. Her magic drifting against your skin as if she was sitting right beside you.

Nancy's intensity can be scary but she makes anyone else's love seem dull in comparison.

Who else could love you like she does? Who else would die for you? Nancy wouldn't even have to think about it first. All she asks in return is for you to do the same. Live for her. Dedicate every breathe in your lungs to her.

It's not so hard, she'll lead by example.

Jennifer Check / manipulative, possessive, clingy

She couldn't give a shit about anyone else but you. Somehow you managed to sneak your way into her heart and she can't let go of you. Won't let go of you. You're the only thing that's keeping that small, soft, human part of her alive. You dragged that bit of her back from the grave she put it in, actually. So it wouldn't be fair for you to try and leave, after you made her weak again. Human again.

Her world revolves around you. Her priorities are her next meal and you. Of course she gets pissed off if you don't reciprocate her energy. Look at her, how could you ever put anything above her?

Jennifer wants you to be everything to each other, though she won't say it out loud. It shows in her actions.

You belong to her. Every version of yourself that exists in the world should belong to her. The version of you that you are when you're someone's best friend. When you're someone's partner. It's all hers. She won't let anyone else take root in your life in a role that she can fill. She'll do a better job anyways.

The enormity of her ego and the way she clings might seem at odds. She thinks she's a God walking amongst fucking cattle. But she sticks to you like a second skin. A hand always at your waist. Her lips always chasing yours, whining when you don't give in fast enough, when you don't melt like she does. Her grip iron clad when you hold hands. If you pull away too soon from a hug, from a kiss, she bites, she holds on with claws.

She coos at the marks she leaves on your skin and kisses all the scratches and bruises she leaves better. / "I'm sorry baby, you know I hate letting you go."

Carrie White / idolizer, protective, selfless

Not in her wildest dreams did Carrie think anyone could be as kind as you. People are cruel. Their first instinct is to cause hurt before they'll ever reach out a hand to help, to shield, to love.

But you're not like that at all. You're something ripped straight from a fairy-tale. The rare ones that her Mother let her read, that weren't hiding devil worship between their poetic words.

You're so patient with her. So gentle. You treat her like glass. You hold her close, and kiss her soft, and cup her face in your hands that are always so warm.

You say you love her in a breathless way, every time. Like even expressing how much you care makes you dizzy. As if she overwhelms you. She feels dizzy herself as she hangs on your every honeyed word. Clings to you every time you reach out your hands to hold her.

Carrie doesn't know if she believes in God nowadays, but if she did you'd be an angel sent straight from heaven. A gift, maybe, to make up for all the years of torment she endured from everyone she'd ever known.

She'd think you were some kind of God yourself, if you had any sort of abilities like her. But you don't. You walk around doing what's right, being good down to the marrow of your very bones just because it's who you are. You greet the world with your fists raised and you're only human, and it scares Carrie so much.

You're the last decent person alive and you'll throw yourself onto any pyre you see if it means doing what's right. Carrie loves that about you. It terrifies her.

So Carrie throws herself into the ring with you. Your sweet, gentle Carrie who you're always trying to protect. But Carrie doesn't need your protection. She's not the helpless little girl she used to be. She won't let anything hurt either of you, from now on. For the rest of your lives you'll be safe, happy. Together. Carrie would burn the world to ash if it meant not a scratch would befall you.

"You're an angel, Y/N. The most wonderful angel God ever made."

Ginger Fitzgerald / possessive, impulsive, protective,

Sometimes Ginger wishes everyone else in the world would disappear, besides the two of you. They're a hindrance.

She feels insane when she watches you. She feels her claws come out and makes herself bleed as she fights against the instinct to rip out every tongue that speaks to you, and every pair of eyes that's ever looked into yours.

She shivers when you claim her. The only time she enjoys being around other people now is when you're introducing her: "This is Ginger, my girlfriend." "This is Ginger, my partner." "This is Ginger, my best friend." "This is Ginger, my everything."

She loves being yours. Relishes in the way you say the word mine. She wants to lick the words from your mouth, the weight of your total ownership over her sweet and poisonous.

She wonders if you get the same pleasure from belonging to her. She wants you to. She wants to carve her name into your skin with her claws and have you moan at the first sharp sting of the letter G.

It's primal, the way she wants you. Beyond anything humans have words for. She leaves her scent on your skin and wants to growl when you wash it away with artificial soaps and perfumes. She sucks bruises into every inch of you that anyone else could see.

She wants you to do the same. Wants to roll onto her back and expose her neck, and have you bite so hard you draw blood.

Ginger's wanting comes with teeth. What she is demands she sinks her teeth into things, that she draws blood. Even when she loves you. Because she loves you, maybe. She needs to leave a mark on you. She needs to always be there. She needs the same from you.

Needs you to leave scars on her that she can touch when you're not around. Proof that you were there. Proof that you're coming back. You don't carve your name into things and then abandon them. When you own things you keep them.

When you're gone the world goes dim and cold. She couldn't survive in a world without you. She wouldn't even attempt it. What would be the fucking point?

"We're a pair. We belong to each other. Always, yeah?"

[chloe-skywalker]

One & Only - Peter Pan

Peter Pan x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,781

Requested:Can I request a Peter Pan OUAT imagine? Reader has been the only girl on the island for a while and is very cold to her the moment she sees her. She goes ballistic in the middle of the camp when she sees Pan kiss Wendy on the beach or something. A few of the lost boys try to calm Y/N down before she hucks a drinking glass at a tree and yells, "THAT STUPID FUCKING BLONDE BITCH!!" And runs to her treehouse. Felix knows about her feelings for Pan but swore he'd never tell anyone. When Pan gets back he can hear Y/N crying in her treehouse and goes "Which one of you did it?!" Not realizing that it was him because he didn't know she was anywhere on the beach. - @anon

Authors Note: Thank you for requesting! I did change some things minorly but not much. I enjoyed writing for Once Upon A Time again. Especially for Peter Pan.

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“Y/n” Felix greeted as the y/h/c-ed girl walked over to him.

“Felix.” Y/n smiled, greeting back the tall boy. Y/n nodds towards the new boys. “How are they doing?”

“Not bad for newbies.” Felix shrugged his shoulders. Y/n and Felix were just 2 of the ones that helped train, but not always.

“Maybe we’ll have to toughen the training.” Y/n scanned the group of new lost boys.

“I believe you're right.” Felix agreed as he noticed a few mistakes the boys were making that he was sure she did as well.

“Have you seen Pan?” Y/n asked, looking around and not seeing the boy in green anywhere.

Felix shakes his head with squinted eyes. “Not since earlier. Have you tried his thinking tree?”

Y/n shook her head ‘no’ and let out a frustrated sigh. “Yeah, he wasn’t there.”

Felix nudged her before saying. “He’ll come around sooner or later.”

Felix knew Y/n has had feelings for Peter for a long time. But he’d never say anything unless they were alone, because even though some of the lost boys were pretty sure Y/n and Peter had mutual feelings for eachother it wasn’t their place to say.

“Yeah.” Y/n nodded looking around making sure there wasn’t anything for her to do before telling Felix. “I’m gonna go down to the beach, I’ll be back later.”

Felix nodded watching her as she left knowing that the beach was her thinking place. Before turning his attention back on the boys.

So Y/n went walking her normal route down to the beach. When she got to where the trees end right before the beach Y/n stopped. She saw Peter standing there on the beach, but he wasn’t alone. He was with Wendy Darling. A girl that the shadow brought but she wasn’t lost, she didn’t belong on Neverland.

But what really shocked her was what happened next. Peter pulled Wendy into a heated kiss. Y/n instantly reached up to cover her mouth, out of shock and to keep her gasp from being heard. Y/n had to turn around and she ran back to camp not wanting to watch it any longer. As she ran back to camp Y/n could feel tears welling up but she wouldn’t let them fall. Not yet.

Once she got back to camp she picked up and threw a drinking glass that was nearby against a tree. Watching it shatter. The lost boys noticed her distress, so two of the older ones, Felix and Devin went over to Y/n. Being two that are very close to the lost girl.

“Hey. hey Y/n.” Felix reached out to her laying a hand on her shoulder guiding her to the edge of camp so no one could eavesdrop. “Hey, what happened?” he asked with worried eyes.

Y/n shook her head not wanting to look at them and possibly break in front of them.

“Y/n please. Tell us what happened?” Devan pleaded, not liking to see her this way. Like she was gonna either murder someone or break down crying.

Y/n could barely even glance at them. So Felix tried again.

“Y/n/n.” Felix called her name again and this time get’s her attention. Once Y/n finally looked at him he asked her. “What happened?”

“I went down to the beach, and I saw him kissing that little Darling bitch!” Y/n told them with a low angry voice. But Felix and Devan could tell she was more hurt than angry.

“He what?” Devan asked with raised brows in shock, looking towards Felix. The two thought Peter liked Y/n.

“He was kissing that bitch.” she repeated herself, this time though her words sink into her own mind and Y/n can’t help it when a tear falls.

The boys look at her with sympathy.

“Why don’t you go get some rest.” Felix wrapped his arm around her shoulders pulling her into his side. Trying his best to provide her with comfort. 

“Yeah” Y/n sighed defeated, before heading back to her own treehouse. The boys watched her walk off sadly.

Hours later Peter showed back up at camp after leaving Wendy back in her cage. He looked around and saw someone was missing.

“Where’s Y/n?” Pan asked after looking around the camp and he did not see her.

“Her treehouse.” Devan spoke up after silence was all Pan was met with. Obviously no one wanted to be the one to tell him about the day's events and only two knew the reason.

Once Peter nodded and left off to go see his lost girl Felix scoffed, pissed off.

“I wouldn’t have even gave him that much.” Felix grumbled pissed off at how his leader hurt his friend.

As Peter Pan got closer to Y/n’s very own treehouse he heard her crying. It made him stop in his tracks, and the longer he heard her cry the more enraged Pan got. So he headed back to the campsite.

“Which one of you did it?” Pan growled with anger in his eyes looking at every single lost boy.

“Did what?” Devan questioned why they were suddenly getting a look that could kill.

“Who made Y/n cry?” Peter elaborated with narrowed eyes.

“It wasn’t any of us.” Felix scoffed with his back facing Peter.

“What?” He raised a brow at his second in command.

Felix turned to face Pan with his own set of narrowed eyes. “It wasn’t any of us that made our lost girl cry. You did.”

Pan furrowed his brow in confusion. “I did?”

Felix wanted to speak his mind but also knew now wasn’t the time. “Have you forgotten that Neverland only has one lost girl?”

“Of course I haven’t.” Peter gave him an observed look. How could he possibly forget that.

“Well you could’ve fooled all of us, with how much time you’ve been spending with Wendy. You know the girl that doesn’t belong here!” Felix stood up to give Pan a piece of his mind, not all but a piece. He was pissed that Peter had been neglecting their lost girl in favor of a girl that shouldn’t even be on Neverland.

The two stood there for a few minutes as Felix watched Peter realize his mistakes and left to go console his lost girl. Felix sat down again and muttered under his breath. “I’d grovel if I were you.” Felix’s anger wasn’t going away anytime soon. Even if Y/n forgave him.

Once Peter reached the treehouse he could hear that Y/n’s sobs had died down so he approached the door.

“Y/n.” Peter called out after knocking. “Can I come in?”

There was a silent sound of a mumbled ‘yeah’ once he heard that Peter entered.

“Why are you asking? Isn’t it your island, you can do what you want?” Y/n said with a roll of her eyes from where she sat on her bed.

“It’s called respecting your privacy.” Pan says as he leaned to the side to see her face and he noted the tear stains on her cheeks.

“That's a new one.” She scoffed. Normally he just entered when he pleased.

“Please.” Peter said it in hopes of getting her to look at him.

“What do you want?” Y/n said, finally turning her head to look at Peter.

“I want to apologize.” Peter could now see clearly the tear tracks on her cheeks and her eyes were also red from crying.

“For what?” Her voice almost sounded like a whimper to Peter’s ears.

“For ignoring you and being to busy to give you my attention as of late. I’m sorry for neglecting you.” Peter aplogized as he moved into the space further and sat next to her.

“That's nice and apology expected.” Y/n gave him a small smile and a nod.

Peter smiled, letting out a relieved breath. “Good. I hated hearing you cry.”

“That’s not why I was crying.” Y/n looked back down at her hands in her lap, when she noticed he was looking at her confused Y/n let out an awkward laugh. “Don’t get me wrong it was part of it but not what set it off.”

Now he was concerned again. What hurt his lost girl? “What made you cry? What set it off?”

“Do you still love me?” Y/n asked meekly, honestly scared of his answer. Yes they told each other they love each other but they never put a label on what they were.

“Of course! You’re mine. You're my lost girl, my Y/n. Why would you ask that?” How could she think he didn’t love her anymore? How could she think he’d stop?

“If you feel that way then why were you kissing Wendy?” Y/n looked at him with wide teary eyes.

“What?” Pan furrowed his brow, caught off guard.

“I saw you. On the beach.” She mumbled looking back down to her lap once again. Y/n felt embarrassed at catching him and telling him about it.

“Love, it’s not like that. It’s the farest thing from love between me and Wendy.” Peter moved to kneel in front of her grabbing her hands in his tilting her chin up to look at him after a moment.

“Pirates were not far off the coast, my guess trying to spy. They're always looking for a weakness. I can’t have them try to hurt you.” Peter moved his hand from under her chin to cup her cheek before he continued to explain. “I wanted them to think I care about Wendy. If they try something I’d rather they think she’s the one with a place in my heart not you. Wendy’s expendable. You're not.”

“You’ve just been spending all your time with her since she got here.” She didn’t want to seem needy but she went from having Peter all to herself all the time to not even seeing him every couple days, sometimes not even talking.

“I need her and her brothers to do my bidding. That's all.” Peter tell’s her, brushing her hair back and scooted closer. “I’m sorry that I’ve neglected you. I promise that’ll change from this moment forward.”

“I hope so.” Y/n gave him a sad but hopefully smile.

“Hey, Peter Pan never fails.” Peter stated as he got up off the floor and sits back on her bed and lifted Y/n up and onto his lap.

“I hope it continues to stay that way.” Y/n smiled nuzzling into him extremely tired from crying and the emotional stress.

Taglist: @padawancat97

[starlight-incarnate]

House of Feänor as Aesthetics:

Fëanor  —  loud voice, commanding presence, analytical, natural leader, piercing eyes, foggy hillsides, black boots, tipping their head back to breathe the air, mirrored lakes and everything below the surface, tearing leaves from trees, blunt sarcasm, long dark hair, deep sleeper, rotting tree stumps, black leather jacket, songs that makes you want to create a storm, rebellious, ambition, unstoppable passion, fast trains, polaroids, empty castles.

Maedhros — walking silently, stronger due to all the stuff meant to kill them, ignoring their mental health issues, fiery red hair, crumbling marble, oversized hoodies, raw voice, lingering touches, faint music in the distance, calming down from a panic attack, long heavy cloaks, cold hands, disillusioned with the world, insomnia, unhealthy habits, sighs made visible by cold night air, strong hugs, never sleeps, loud music, freckles, dark under-eyes.

Maglor — hypnotising smiles, a broken mind, melancholy, driving through mountains and the woods, iced coffee, the faint feeling of raindrops on your cheeks, ripped jeans, tight hugs, whispered compliments, deep conversations, late night texts, nimble hands, thin blades, white lilies, vertigo, unkept journals, lightning and thunder, rhythms so raw the heartbreak is showing, shattered glass, walking alone on a cold night, silver necklaces, regret.

Celegorm — bright eyes, climbing rock formations, cold-hearted, hard breathing after running, wood cabins, gladiator arenas, wicked smiles, twisted branches, wild hair, growing more and more dangerous, night drives, adrenaline rushes, bruises, bloody cloaks, running from society, breathless laughing, that animalistic unpredictability, silver and leather bracelets, strong coffee after a sleepless night, city lights from a high rise, addiction, barking dogs, hurricanes.

Caranthir — ironic smirks, bitten nails painted black, lightning in summer, empty threats, sunglasses hiding dead eyes, thick chain jewellery, temperamental, goes to car races just to watch the crashes, deep glares, tongue/lip piercings, midnight walks, lightbulbs burning out, diamonds, crushed ice, a glint of cat eyes in the dark, gold coins in storm drains, cold hands, storm clouds rolling in, theatres, suppressed emotions, wrought iron gates, motorcycles. 

Curufin — cherries and Diet Coke, white marble, a studio apartment on the 67th floor, tattoos, neon lights, sweetened coffee, smudged makeup, too-loud music, cursive notes written in red ink, veiny forearms, sharp canines, fresh snowfall, high rise buildings, white light, sheer robes with nothing underneath, fog, stained glass windows, colourful hair, slow heartbeats, long-forgotten love, cold mountaintops, eternal silence.

Amrod — burnished copper, feverish eyes, hues of orange and gold, stars and spades, brewing tea, freckles, hardwood floors, poisonous flowers, listens to Hozier, messy hair, fake circle glasses, bullet point notes on a restaurant napkin, comfortable silence, broken wings on insects, old hungers, the whispering of trees, kicking stones on deserted paths, forgotten places, origami stars, old overgrown stone castles, morning mist, horse riding.

Amras  —  misplaced keys, wandering aimlessly, selectively mute, deep lakes hiding secrets, pine trees, restless nights, misunderstood, reliving the same day over and over again, graphic tees, dead moths, visual mind, muffled screams into a pillow, listens to asmr, doc martens, profanity, burned cigarettes, zoning out often, heart fluttering nervously, confusing satellites for stars, comic filled bookshelves, radios, old jeeps, glowing keyboards.

Celebrimbor — ravens, white-hot metal, the darkest shade of black, glittering skin, low waist pants, stars falling, the heat lingering in the evening, petals falling off dead flowers, trusting the wrong people, blue veins, cobblestone paths, linoleum tiles, bruises/scars easily, the heat lingering in the evening, cities awake late, card games, overanalysing everything, shiny fabrics, the slamming of a shot glass, the sting of betrayal.

[stephstars08]

Always Running Away

Peter Pan x Reader

Warning: Adult Language, Mention of Reader’s Mother’s Death, Reader being Abused by Her Father, Mention of Mental and Physical Abuse, Mention of Alcoholism, Anxiety, Angst (Fluff at the End), and Possible Grammar Errors. (Let Me Know if I Forgot Any!!)

Summary: Y/N is the first and only lost girl on Neverland. All the boys think Y/N is only allowed to stay because of the abuse she gets from her father but there is another reason why Peter lets her stay on the island and that reason is why he always runs away from her.

Word Count: 1,501

Author’s Note: FINALLY I HAVE RELEASED A STORY! My first Peter Pan story is finally here, so sorry for the wait! I just recently started getting back into OUAT so that’s why I wanted to write for Peter Pan and I’m getting so many ideas for him so I hope you all enjoy!

Y/N is the first and only lost girl on Neverland. How she got to Neverland she doesn’t know since she just woke up on the island but why she was taken there she does know.

Y/N is a sixteen year old girl but she didn’t have your typical teenage girl life. Her mother died when she was just eight years old. Her mother died by drowning after saving her from drowning.

She took her mother’s death hard but no one took it harder than her father. He started to drink heavily which made him emotional and physically abuse Y/N. He would yell at her by telling her that it’s her fault that he mother is dead and that she’s nothing but a fucking mistake. He’s even told her that it should’ve been her that died instead of her mother.

There would be some nights that her father would get to mad at her that he would slap her so hard it would knock her down onto the floor or knock her into the wall or another piece of furniture breaking it. Then that would make him even more angry and say that it was her fault she broke something. No matter what Y/N did, it wasn’t good enough for her father.

When Y/N woke up on Neverland she was immediately found by a boy named Felix. Of course, Felix knew that Y/N was brought by the shadow. Before Felix could take her to Peter he had already showed up. Peter immediately noticed the bruises on Y/N’s arms and a big bruise on her cheek. After introducing each other Y/N told them everything that she knew. Peter asked about her bruises and she told him. Peter knew that he couldn’t just send her back to her abusive father. She’s been through enough and if he sends her back who knows if what would happen. He could end up killing her.

Peter let her stay and let her become the first lost girl. Everyone and Y/N thought that her background was the only reason why Peter let her stay on the island but Peter had another reason.

********************

Y/N had just came back to camp after her daily morning walk she goes on. She saw Peter and Felix talking so she decided to walk over to them. “Hey guys!” Y/N said to the boys with a kind smile. “Hey Y/N.” Felix said back. “I got to go.” Peter said and walked away from them.

“Okay, why the fuck does he keep doing that!” Y/N said quickly becoming frustrated. Y/N has a good and close relationship with all the boys including Peter but recently every time she approaches him, he walks away from her. “I don’t know.” Felix shrugged. He does know why Peter keeps avoiding her but he knows he’s not the one to tell her.

“Did I do something wrong?” Y/N asked him with sadness in her eyes. “Listen Y/N, this is between you and Pan.” Felix told her. “You’re going to have to go talk to him.” Felix added which earned him a nod from her since she knew he was right.

********************

As the day went on Y/N thought about what she was going to say to Peter. She always gets nervous when she goes to talk to Peter by herself. Y/N knows that she’s starting to develop feelings for Peter which does scare her. She knows how private Peter is. She knows how he closes off certain feelings. Maybe that’s why Peter keeps running away from her. Maybe he knows that she’s growing feelings for him.

Once Y/N knew what she was going to say to Peter she made her way to Peter’s cabin. When she got to Peter’s cabin door she could feel her nerves start to pace and her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. She really wanted to just run away but she knew she couldn’t so she took a deep and calming breath. Once she felt a little calmer she knocked on the door and waited. She was hoping he was in there.

When the door swung open there stood a surprised Peter. He doesn’t ever expect anyone to come to his cabin. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” Peter asked her. “I need to talk to you.” Y/N told him. “I’m busy.” Peter told her. He went to close the door but Y/N quickly stopped it with her hand. “Please Pan! It’s important.” Y/N told him in pleading tone. Peter let out a heavy sigh. He walked out of his cabin and shut the door.

“What do you need to talk to me about?” Peter asked her. “Do you hate me?” Y/N asked him which took him by surprise. She figured she would just get straight to the point. “Do I hate you? What kind of question is that?” Peter asked her with confusion in his voice. “Just please answer the question.” Y/N told him with a heavy sigh. She’s been having that question floating around her mind for what feels like forever. “No, of course I don’t hate you.” Peter answered her while shaking his head.

“Then why do you avoid me or walk away every time I approach you?” Y/N asked him with frustration in her voice. “It’s like you keep running away from me.” She added. “It’s complicated.” Peter told her looking away from her. “What? What do you mean by it’s complicated?” Y/N asked looking at him with confusion in her eyes. Peter just stayed silent since he didn’t know what to say.

“Do you want me to leave?” Y/N asked him which made him quickly look back at her. “Of course not!” Peter told her in a reassuring tone. “Then what is it? Did I do something wrong to make you run away from me?” Y/N said as her eyes started to fill with tears. Peter let out a sigh. Seeing the tears form in her eyes made him realize that he can’t keep in his secret anymore.

“I’m falling in love with you.” Peter confessed which took Y/N by surprise. “You have feelings for me?” Y/N asked in complete shock. Peter just gave her a nod. “I have feelings for you, too.” Y/N confessed to him. “You shouldn’t.” Peter told her. “What do you mean?” Y/N asked him. “Because I’m a fucking mess, Y/N.” Peter told her with a mixture of anger and frustration in his voice.

“I don’t know how to love. I just know how to cause pain to people. I hurt every person that gets close to me.” Peter told her which made her heart ache. “I can show you how to love.” Y/N told him. She went to put her hand onto his cheek but he took a step back from her.

“No.” Peter started. “You can’t. No one can.” Peter told her. He turned away from her and walked away leaving her all by herself.

********************

As days went by Y/N was now the one running away from Peter. Peter feels awful for what he said and every time he goes to apologize she walks away from him.

The lost boys were hanging out together around the camp fire. Peter was sitting by the campfire on a log. He looked over at Y/N who was sitting on a log all by herself away from everyone. Peter stood up and walked over to her.

“Y/N, can I talk to you?” Peter asked her. “No.” Y/N answered without looking at him. She just stared down at the ground. “Please Y/N, it’s really important.” Peter said to her in pleading tone. When Y/N looked up at him she saw the pleading look in his green eyes. Y/N let out a heavy sigh in defeat. “Fine.” Y/N told him standing up from her seat on the log.

Y/N followed Peter in the woods so they were alone. “I want to take you up on your offer.” Peter told her which made Y/N’s heart skip a beat. “You do?” Y/N asked him in a soft tone. “My whole goal was to not hurt you but I obviously fucked that up by ignoring you.” Peter told her. Peter took both of her hands into his and gave them a light squeeze. “I want to be with you. I want you to teach me how to love.” Peter told her as his green eyes stared into her Y/E/C eyes. “Are you sure?” Y/N asked him. She doesn’t want to pressure him into doing something he’s not comfortable with. “Does this answer your question?” Peter started.

Before Y/N could say anything Peter connected his lips with hers. Y/N immediately melted into the kiss. She’s dreamed of this moment for so long that she couldn’t believe that it was actually happening. When they released from the kiss they had to catch their breaths.

“Pan-“ Y/N started to say but he cut her off. “Please, call me Peter.” Peter told her and reconnected his lips with hers.

[s1ater]

cherry pie.

pairings. louis partridge x fem!reader

summary. reader never would have thought about getting high until she seems to have lost all her morals in one night with a boy she had never met before.

warnings. swearing, underage drinking and smoking

ricky rocks. YALL PLEASEEE bare with me. you can probably tell this is an older story because of the format, but just disregard the first half, i know it’s the lower end of my writing. it kinda gets better 😬 (edit: this story is so mid, i’m just trying to clear my drafts)

the room danced with colors, so many colors and shades you seemed to have never seen before. unfamiliar with their cause and purpose, unsure why you couldn’t touch them; it frightened you with the way they moved around, the way they twirled around your head like little ballerinas.

you swallowed, dropping your head back against the grungy brown couch sat in the corner of one of the back rooms of connor’s house, a boy you found yourself calling on day after day for the past two months for fun, and by fun you meant sex.

but tonight, you hadn’t seen the boy for what you could count as hours. there were other things on his mind rather than a high off their ass you. other pretty girls with less clothing on their bodies and longer hair that was paid more attention to than your own.

you couldn’t care less at that point in time as you felt so deep in a haze, nothing could pull your attention. nothing, until the seat next to you sunk in from the pressure of bodyweight and another high body, seeing the same things you were seeing, feeling the same things you were feeling. 

he just had it more under control. 

“you going to stare at the ceiling all day, love?”

you rolled your head to meet the eyes of a crazed blonde with matching brown eyes. delight swirled in his irises while he looked at you with also dazed eyes, almost ceased shut from swelling of the high. you looked amazed right back at him despite sober you would have been disturbed, never seeing a person so out of their mind.

“who are you?” you stared at him, shocked. 

“your new boyfriend,” he wiggled his eyebrows, jumping and readjusting himself up against you, his arm now slinging up and over you shoulders. a new kind of energy swelling through his chest, “i say we go on a date.”

he stared in front of him focused full hearty, as if visualizing something at that moment. you squinted, looking to where he was looking as if trying to see what he was seeing, but not enough weed could put you on his level. 

“i say, we leave right now, get some pie, maybe some coke. whatever you like sweetheart, i’ll give it to ya.” “I think your sweetheart wants some space, jake,” your eyes looked from the boy who sat next to you, jake, to the boy who now stood before the two of you, an unimpressed look on his face. his arm reached out to jake, practically yanking him from your side. “alright pal, let’s go for a walk.”

you watched jake stumble into him, “but louis, she’s pretty.”

louis glanced back over his shoulder as he begun to pull jake away from the couch and toward the door, now really coming to your attention. his eyes raked you up and down before smirking a little bit, nodding to himself, “sure man, she is.” 

he begun to walk away with jake wrapped around his shoulder before you got up fast almost tripping over your feet, not wanting them to go, “wait, i want a pie.” 

he looked back at you and your disoriented self. your shoulders were slung low, making you smaller than you actually were. your hair was all staticky, hanging above your head like a crown, and your eyes; dilated and filled with innocence.

he smirked, looking you up one more time before nodding you over, cuing you to follow after him, his arm still holding jake to his toes.

the boy’s car was blue. louis’ car was blue. it was one of those old, nice, restored cars that must have been worth thousands. the interior had light brown leather seating that made noise every time you shifted and readjusted yourself due to the old springs lying beneath. it made you giggle as you sat next to him in the front seat, jake lying in the back due to him not being just high, but rather cross faded. louis had apparently found him completely plastered out of his mind once he had first arrived at the party, leading him to hand jake a blunt to finalize his out-this-world experience. it wasn’t smart, but it kept louis entertained to say the least.

louis had glanced at you multiple times as he drove through the silent streets. he seemed eager or maybe even a little irritated as he watched you bounce around, lacking the ability to sit still as your eyes darted everywhere, from street lights to stop signs to anything that’d fully occupied your vision.

“have you ever been high before?” he asked, stopped at a stop light with red lights shading upon both your faces.

“nope,” your eyes wandered across the ceiling of his car. you ran your fingers along the soft carpeted interior—strange, but very stimulating and soft—making you feel all fuzzy inside of satisfaction. “louis, i love you car.”

he chuckles lowly, directing his eyes back to the road, “a lot of people do,” his lips were turned upwards into a slight smirk. it made the fuzzy feeling in your stomach turn warm as there was something very satisfying about just the way he looked. “we’re here.”

your eyes flick to the front of you where your visions bursts with neon lights beaming from the large “diner” sign pinned against the small vintage looking building. you're quick to slip out of the car to the euphoric sight.

“y/n!"

you stopped in your tracks at the sound of your name, glancing over your shoulder where your eyes immediately find a group of boys congregating together with one single boy appointed to attention to you. 

louis. 

"hold on. give me a minute, guys," you watch louis from five feet away, brush his friends off despite the yearning looks of amusement on all of their faces, looking between the both of you. he’s far from bothered or just doesn’t notice; brushing them off before meeting you to where you stood.

it was a wednesday after school. the sweet sound of louis’ voice and sight of his captivating face was the last thing you thought you’d come across. it must’ve been a mutual feeling with the way he looked you up and down, all winded looking. 

"you're a hard person to find."

"you've been looking for me?"

"of course," he has a cigarette in his mouth.

"I almost didn't think you were real."

"of course i'm real, sweetheart," he grins harder at you. "that fucked up, were you?"

you snort. if not being able to remember half of what took place that night counted for being fucked up, you took the trophy.

"well, alright. i'll take that as you had a pretty good night."

"one of the best."

“good,” he grins, “that’s a rare occasion for girls like you.”

“girls like me?” you scoff, arching a brow. his sentence could easily be something taken for offence, but the lighthearted tone to his voice only proved he was looking to mess with you. 

“yes,” he laughs with you. “usually drinking is the only thing you’d catch a teenage girl doing for non-sober purposes.” 

you nod, agreeing, because he wasn’t wrong, “i’ve had a fair amount of experience with alcohol and let me just say, i’ll be steering clear of that for a while.” 

“ah,” he tips forward on his feet in amusement. “i could’ve guessed you’re a wild one with your liquor, y/l/n. make some questionable choices.” 

you feel your face heat up in thought, “i won’t say you’re wrong.” 

louis lets out a small huff of laughter, before pausing all movement. he stares at you for a moment with narrow brows, as if trying his best to read you, “you ever wanna smoke with me, just let me know, alright?” he patted your back before suddenly walking past and away from you. your back was to him now but you could hear pat pat pat of his feet in the grass.

you frown, your eyes finding the cracks of the sidewalk as you think of how brief and unusual that was. you feel a large hole in your chest of unfulfillment. 

“louis, wait,” you shifted around rather quickly as a reality hit you, but you didn’t make any moves to chase after him. he turned as well as if waiting for it. “you uh, you didn’t tell connor i was with you guys, did you?”

yikes.

that’s not what he wanted to hear. 

louis pinched the bud of his cigarette, nodding to himself, thinking contently to his answer before exhaling, a thick cloud of white swirling out into the air before your eyes. you feel dazed, still high from the days before, filled with such naïve joy and lost thoughts of things you couldn’t remember now.

he threw his cigarette on the ground, eyes meeting yours again, only they were hard now and filled with no light heartedness like all times before. and his voice wasn’t soft or full of amusement either but dry as he stared you dead in the eyes, “why, he your boyfriend?”

your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, your eyes not meeting his for a while until after you thought about your answer. and it was an easy answer, no, but it was never something you’d ever consider a question. 

“no, no he’s not.”

“you sure about that?”

“not my type,” you smile slightly, examining louis’ pale cheekbones and facial features, the cold of the weather turning his complexion slowly red. your eyes drag to reach his red chapped lips.

him, he was your type. 

“enough of your type for you to fuck him,” he gave you a pointed look as if he had caught you in the act of something, and almost immediately your cheeks burned, like you were caught for something you knew you shouldn’t have been doing. 

you didn't understand why or how he knew. louis was someone you didn't know at all and what you and connor did was something you didn't tell anyone.

"you're surprised?"

"yes."

"why do you care what he knows, let alone fuck him?" he doesn't say anything more on how he knows like you hoped he would. "if he's not your type?"

you bite into your bottom lip, wincing because you didn't know the answer to it, "I don't."

"but you do," he slightly smiles but it's only out of annoyance as his voice catches up to cut you off on your lie. "I think you do, y/n. and you just don't want him to know we kissed."

"your mouth tastes like cherry."

"so does yours."

fuck.

"no, louis..." you wince, immediately regretting stopping him. "that's not what I meant. he doesn't mean anything to me."

he scoffs, "funny."

he doesn't believe you. not even close.

"you know he has label on you."

"a what?" you frown immediately, taking a step forward out of instinct.

“i’m a fool to think you’d ever stop liking him,” he holds his face, running his fingers along the sharp lines of his jawbone as he thinks about his idiotic hope that’d you so fastly fall for him as you did with connor. “foolish to think you’d drop him over one night.”

you’re even more confused now, “it was one night, louis.”

“you act like there isn’t the possibility that i’ve known you even before that night, y/n,” he has a smile that comes on his face but it isn’t something genuine. it’s annoyed. “your jerkoff of a boyfriend isn’t as secretive about you as you think.”

“he’s not my boyfriend.”

he scoffs, “you keep saying that.”

“because it’s true.”

“do you know what he says about you?”

“obviously not, louis,” four steps forward, four steps closer. “you keep speaking of ‘labels’ and whatever, but why don’t you just say it. what does he say about me that is so crazy?”

he didn’t expect the sudden brief and assertiveness you pull with your movement and words. it knocks him into a slight revelation as all he can do is stare at you and breathing, memorizing this side of you. 

“did he say i was a whore?” that was the only possible thing that you could think of at that moment that could be so bad. “he tell you i was a slut?”

it’s silent. you watch him think and the way he unintentionally avoids your hard stare with the thought process.

“ask him yourself.”

**

“has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes.”

you feel your face burn upon the comment. everything in your body felt as if was about to burst upon the simple company of louis. even though it had to of been hours since connor’s house, and the diner, and even dropping jake off at his own home, you still felt out of your mind in the best way possible. all of your sense were still high, but your vision was fuzzy and you felt lag in your movement.

how were you still high?

“you have,” you felt yourself giggle, to which he smiles with a tip of his head, watching you.

“cute,” his fingers rubbed against his mouth in thought before reaching to you. you felt yourself inhale sharply at his sudden movement and hold your breath once they reached their destination; raking through your hair. “how does he do that to you?”

“what?”

“nothing,” he shook his head, still twisting his fingers through soft strands of your hair. you feel yourself relax, watching him and the way he seemed so focused on just you. “you’re just very pretty, y/n.”

you feel your eyes slightly widen, but his face doesn’t shift at all. he’s calm, while you feel your entire body burst once more into heat. you’re itching to move, you can’t just sit still in that burning warmth beneath his stare. you feel yourself move, leaning forward on your knees so your lips meet louis’.

louis smiles against the pressure of your lips against his--he almost forgets to kiss you back because of it. 

almost. 

his hands rack up and down the front of your body, lightly pressing into the hold he had around your rib cage, as if willing to crush you beneath his grasp as long as that meant you wouldn’t leave. this contact isn’t enough even for you. you want to feel him all over and the heavy hands holding your body isn’t enough. 

you’re on his lap now, one of your hands holding the top of his shoulder while the other claps his cheek. louis feels as if his own body is about to burst beneath you... this is all he has wanted, for a while, and now that he’s got it, he feels it’ll destroy him. you’re ignorant to his feelings, but you feel just as feverish with your heart thump-thumping within your chest, as if speaking to his. 

“your mouth tastes like cherry,” your chest is heaving up and down as you pull away, your wide stare boring into his own eyes with something of delirium. 

he’s smiling wide, tipping his head back against his seat to see your face better, “so does yours.” 

now you smile, “i like you louis.”

he almost groans, rolling his head side to side at the sound of those precious words, “you’re killing me,” he pulls the sentence straight out of his mouth like it was sarcastic, but he meant it, “say it again,” he wanted it. 

“i like you,” you repeat, this time his hand is on your cheek. “please kiss me.” 

oh, jeez. 

he stares, breathless, “okay.” 

***

it was a week after your fallout with louis and you couldn’t think about anything other than that. you felt a sudden emptiness and need for something that you barely even had; louis. 

every little micro interaction you had with him ran through your mind like a record, over and over till you felt you were going to throw yourself off a cliff. and it wasn’t just the connor comment--which was something you really, really couldn’t stop thinking about--but the seemingly quick liking he had taken to you. 

it had caught you off guard, but the more you thought about it, the more curious you became as to the whole thing; which was what led you here; connor’s house, on a friday night where he was once again throwing. 

“what have you been saying about me?” you stood in front of him, connor, your vision narrowed as you stared at him, examining him as if his whole existence was strange. 

“what?” his confusion was genuine as this question was rather abrupt and you made no attempt to make introductions. 

“you know louis partridge?” 

connor looks between you and the people he currently stood with, confusion still reeking his features, “yes..?”

“what have you been telling him about me?”

“you want to talk about this somewhere else?” 

“i want a straight answer,” you feel his hand wrap around your bicep, pulling you away from his crowd without an answer from you. 

“which i can give you if you weren’t so vague... why are you talking to partridge?” 

“you got a problem?”

the two of you are stopped in front of a boy; jake. 

“no, man, i think we’re good,” connor pays him no mind, side stepping him fast with you still in grip, continuing to interrogate you. you ignore connor, watching jake the whole way you’re being pulled while he watches you. you feel as if the boy isn’t real, like he was someone you had made up when you were high, but there he was, staring just as shocked, but equally skeptical as you were pulled further and further from him. 

“are you listening to me, y/n?”

“what?” 

“i asked you what you were on about?” you’re now in an empty corner, secluded away from the rest of the party. “haven’t seen you in days and you’re on a tangent about a boy you barely know, what’s going on?”

you finally focus on him, barely processing the words he was putting in your ears, but you didn’t have to in order to hear the fake sympathy and concern. 

“how do you know louis?”

he shurgs, “see him every time i throw. gotta get to know my usuals.” 

“yeah, and how well have you gotten to know him?”

he shakes his head, feeling attacked, “why?”

“because i think it’s my right to know what you’ve been saying about me to him and whoever else,” the seal of your calmness breaks as you extend an arm out, ready to scold him for anything he was about to say. 

his expression drops in return, knowing any attempt to make you calm and make the situation subtle was out of his hands. connor knew you well enough to know you were too far into your frustration to calm you down. 

“what’re you talking about?”

but that didn’t mean he had to comply. 

“your new choice in men is obviously not working out for you. even they know i’m the best you’ll ever have.” 

“what?” your head drops forward, taken aback at the sudden escalation connor had taken to his approach in words. “what the fuck are you on about?” 

he smirks, pushing the red solo cup he had up to his lips, glancing around before looking back down to you, “why else do you think he lied to you about whatever it is you’re asking?”

“i can’t believe this,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, “pull yourself out of that goddamn lie before you make yourself look even more like a fool. what have you been saying about me?”

“i find it best you don’t lie about this one, mate. you have an audience of witnesses,” there’s a hand on your back and a voice intervening. 

the two of you focus to louis who suddenly stands behind you, daring connor to push it. the boy looks confounded looking between you, louis, and the crowd of boys behind him. he doesn’t know what to do within the corner he had backed himself into. 

“whatever, this is my own fucking party. i don’t need to do shit,” he shoves past all of you. you all watch him storm away, not looking back, leaving you all to yourselves in the dust. 

“let’s talk,” louis says immediately the moment you look up to him, nodding off in a random direction. 

you slowly nod, following him. 

“i didn’t think you’d actually ask him.” 

a laugh gets caught in the back of your throat, shaking your head at the ignorance as he opens the passenger door to his car for you, “yeah?”

“yeah,” he slides into his own side of the car. “but then again, what would i know about you?”

“a lot, apparently. more than i would guess,” you lean your head against the palm of your hand, staring at him carefully. “you gonna tell me what he said now?”

louis looks hesitant, not even looking at you anymore as he thinks on how to answer. he doesn’t want to answer, it’s that simple, but he owes it to you to give you something sense he was the one who told you in the first place. 

“when i met connor, he talked about you a lot. a lot for someone i barely saw. it was like every party he had something new to say or nothing new at all. as long as it was you he was talking about,” he smiles to himself, thinking of all the bragging and praising he had put into you, all for connor to just... “you were like a prize to him, y/n--until you weren’t. he called you easy, but you were his. he said he could walk you like a dog because he was the only guy you thought of.” 

you feel rage and annoyance fume in the base of your chest as he speaks. he can see it form in your eyes, take over any look of calmness or subtlety from before. you make a move to push yourself back and out the door but louis is quick to grab your arm, pulling you right back to him, only closer. 

“hold on there, cowgirl,” your almost in his lap. “you’re better than that.”

“am i?” you’re squirming, almost pulling from the grasp his grasp if it weren’t for how warm he made you feel.

“yeah,” he’s smiling at you. “why waste any more of your time with him anyways when you could just be here with me?”

you couldn’t help but fall victim to the pulling sensation on your lips to smile at him. you feel that fuzzy feeling creep up into your stomach at his stare like the first time you were both alone in his car and suddenly all your anger at connor melts away.

“only if you offer me cherry pie.”

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[dreamwithlost]

UMA ÚLTIMA VEZ

Karina x Fem!Reader

Gênero: Sáfico, smut, leve fluff e angst

W.C: 3K (Sim, estava inspirada)

Avisos: Eventual smut, fingering, oral (Não sei colocar avisos, perdão)

ᏪNotas: Tenho 3 pontos a levantar aqui: 1- Isso não era para ser um smut, mas as coisas foram indo KKKKKK... Daí eu me senti confortável o suficiente para escrever meu PRIMEIRO smut (?), então, aí está!. 2- Estou lendo muito romance de época ultimamente, então acho que por isso, apesar de ser uma história atual, minha escrita ficou um pouco pendida para essa coisa mais frufruzenta, todavia eu gostei! Espero que gostem também ♡. 3- Vambora.

Naquele dia, as discussões triviais sobre as maiores dores que uma pessoa poderia sentir na vida pareciam ainda mais insignificantes. Era curioso como raramente se mencionavam sofrimentos que não fossem físicos nesses debates. Contudo, naquela tarde, ao segurar o convite de casamento dourado de Yu JiMin, ou melhor, Karina — Como gostava de ser chamada — com mãos trêmulas, você percebeu que, pelo menos para você, não haveria dor maior do que perder o amor de sua vida.

Sem conseguir pensar com clareza, você cancelou todos os compromissos, fez uma mala às pressas e entrou no carro, dirigindo por cinco horas ininterruptas até a casa da Yu.

Seus pensamentos começaram a se organizar apenas quando os olhos amendoados dela apareceram ao atender a porta.

— Karina — Um sussurro escapou de seus lábios enquanto observava a nova tonalidade nas madeixas da mais velha. O tom de loiro platinado parecia se encaixar perfeitamente com a sua beleza etérea.

— Você? O que... — Karina questionou, olhando ao redor como se estivesse sendo seguida. — O que está fazendo aqui? — Finalmente conseguiu completar, mas uma resposta tardou a sair de você.

O que... O que estava fazendo ali?

A loira tomou seu braço, puxando-a para dentro da residência. Você permaneceu onde foi deixada, estática na porta agora fechada, observando os passos ansiosos de sua... amiga? Tudo que conseguiu fazer foi levantar o convite de casamento que havia carregado durante todo o trajeto em sua mão.

— Você vai se casar? — A pergunta saiu mais como um suspiro.

— Oh — Karina exclamou, interrompendo sua movimentação ansiosa e finalmente fixando o olhar em você — Sim, irei me casar com Kyung.

Você sentiu seu coração apertar ainda mais com aquela afirmação, embora já esperasse por ela. Conhecia o rapaz em questão, esbelto, alegre, e sucessor de uma grande empresa na área da beleza, assim como ela.

— E por que me enviou o convite?

— Porque não queria fazer isso sem que você soubesse, parecia errado — Ela respondeu com uma indiferença desproporcional ao peso daqueles sentimentos, desviando o olhar e caminhando para a cozinha como se nada estivesse acontecendo.

— Você não pensou o quanto isso me machucaria?

Um riso breve, tingido de deboche, escapou da loira enquanto você a seguiu até o cômodo ao lado.

— Por que te machucaria? — Questionou, concentrada no copo de água que servia a si mesma.

Era verdade... Havia essa circunstância que, em meio ao turbilhão de sentimentos, você havia temporariamente esquecido.

Vocês haviam vivido um romance secreto por algum tempo, após se conhecerem na empresa onde trabalhavam. Karina, a filha do dono e herdeira de uma das mais renomadas marcas de cosméticos da Coreia do Sul, e você, embora gerente, uma mera funcionária em comparação. Não foi a primeira vez que você se interessou por uma mulher, mas foi a primeira vez que algo além do desejo floresceu em seu peito ao beijar aquela tradicional e ingênua garota. Não recordava exatamente como tudo começou, mas lembrava-se de um medo e ardor crescente em seus olhares a cada vez que se cruzavam. Tornaram-se um casal excepcional, daqueles que todos sonham em ser um dia. Ela lhe ensinou o que era ser verdadeiramente amada, e você, o que era ser livre.

No entanto, no fundo, ambas sabiam que aquilo jamais poderia durar. Quando Karina sugeriu que lutassem pelo seu amor, anunciando-o ao mundo, você não foi capaz de destruir a vida brilhante da garota dessa maneira. Foi a primeira a verbalizar aquela verdade cruel, o elefante no meio da sala. As palavras duras que proferiu ainda ressoavam em sua mente, a forma como afirmou não amá-la do modo que ela esperava — embora, na verdade, sentisse até mais do que ela poderia imaginar —, as lágrimas escorrendo por sua pele macia, o sorriso amarelado que a deu, desejando-lhe o mais perfeito e belo futuro.

Afinal, o que poderia oferecer a ela? Uma vida mediana, cercada de sensacionalismos que sairiam nas manchetes, e o olhar reprovador de sua família?

Você imaginou que conseguiria viver longe dela, deixar que seguisse o fluxo natural de seu destino, ser feliz com algum homem à sua altura, que pudesse tratá-la bem e amá-la ao menos metade do que você a amava, dar a dignidade que ela merecia. Mas ao receber aquele convite, você percebeu que não conseguiria.

Não conseguia perdê-la assim, deixando seu coração partido, com aquele ódio falsificado.

— Me machucaria porque eu te amo mais do que amei qualquer outra pessoa em toda a minha vida, Karina — Você confessou, dando um passo em direção à loira, sentindo uma lágrima solitária escorrer de seu olho ao finalmente poder dizer aquilo. E observou as íris trêmulas e marejadas da mais baixa lhe fitando mais uma vez.

Você se aproximou mais um pouco, estava apenas alguns passos de distância, quase capaz de tocá-la, quando a loira recuou, se afastando e lhe fazendo parar ali mesmo, próxima à pia, percebendo o medo ou desconforto. Sentiu um déjà-vu como da primeira vez que ousou se aproximar da empresária.

— E por que está me dizendo isso agora? — Karina questionou, seu rosto avermelhado tentando impedir que as lágrimas escorressem. Ela nunca havia sido boa nisso, mas lhe surpreendeu ver que havia melhorado, e agora era apenas você que se desmantelava em lágrimas. — Por que não disse isso quando eu gritei aos quatro cantos do mundo que lhe amava?! — Ela exclamou, batendo uma das mãos sobre a bancada de madeira do recinto.

— Eu não queria acabar com a sua vida — Você argumentou em meio às lágrimas. — Achei que conseguiria ficar longe de você — seus pés insistiram em dar um novo passo em sua direção. — Que poderia viver sabendo que provavelmente me odiava.

— Então por que decidiu atrapalhar tudo agora? Por que está me maltratando dessa forma? É você que não pensou em como isso me machucaria — A primeira lágrima escorreu por sua pele acetinada, apesar de sua voz ter voltado à calmaria que aparentemente havia adquirido.

Você respirou fundo, absorvendo as palavras da garota. Afinal, ela estava certa, você sempre foi boa nisso, tomar as piores decisões possíveis.

Por que diabos você estava ali?

— Você tem razão — Murmurou, planejando cada sílaba que saía de seus lábios com uma clareza dolorosa, tomando consciência de suas ações na mesma velocidade em que falava.

Era quase como se a justificativa que proferisse para a mais velha fosse também a resposta para o apagão que a levou até ali. Apesar do trajeto longo, era como se tudo fosse uma nuvem de fumaça, e sua alma tivesse retornado à Terra apenas quando aqueles olhos brilhantes do anjo daquela casa lhe tocaram.

— Eu só não podia deixar que você subisse ao altar sem saber a verdade, sem saber que te amo — Você finalmente entendeu o que desejava, e pela primeira vez, não se arrependeu. — Não podia te entregar a outra pessoa assim, sem que soubesse que daria minha vida por ti, que — Você fez uma pausa, se aproximando da bancada — Que você pode se casar com o homem que for, mas serei eu, a mulher que mais te amará em toda a sua existência. — Vocês estavam cara a cara agora. — E que serei a pessoa que mais terá medo, no mundo todo, de te perder.

— Você nunca me perderia — Karina ousou sussurrar, se permitindo participar daquela sessão de confissões como se um peso tivesse sido tirado de seu peito. — Eu sempre serei sua, mesmo quando você, sem querer, acabou com a minha vida naquela noite em que terminou comigo — A loira umedeceu os lábios. — Mas eu… eu não posso mais... Tenho...

— Eu sei — Você a interrompeu, colocando uma de suas mãos sobre a dela, repousada na madeira escura. Você já sabia o que ela diria. — Eu não vim para pedir que abandone tudo por mim mais uma vez — Você acariciou as costas de sua mão, concedendo o desejo daqueles dedos finos, entrelaçando-os com os seus.

— O que você veio fazer aqui então? — Ela questionou, apreensiva.

— Te pedir para ser apenas nós duas, uma última vez.

Era isso, o desespero, o arrependimento e o amor inconfessável que ainda a consumiam levaram você a tomar aquela decisão impulsiva, a viagem que parecia interminável, guiada apenas pela esperança de uma última chance, uma última palavra, uma última noite.

Karina olhou para você, seus olhos revelando um misto de dor e desejo. Por um instante, o tempo pareceu congelar, e vocês estavam de volta àquele primeiro beijo roubado na sala de reuniões, às risadas cúmplices e aos sussurros apaixonados. Ela hesitou, mas então, suavemente, assentiu.

— Uma última vez — Murmurou, deixando-se envolver pelo sentimento que nunca havia realmente desaparecido.

Naquele momento, nada mais importava. Você sabia que, independentemente do que o futuro reservasse, aquela tarde seria eternamente gravada em sua memória, uma chama ardente que jamais se extinguiria.

Vocês tinham muito a compartilhar, tantas histórias não contadas, pequenos segredos triviais que a ausência e a distância haviam cultivado. Contudo, nenhuma palavra foi proferida antes que seus lábios se encontrassem em um beijo arrebatador. Seus olhares se cruzaram, e o mundo ao redor desapareceu, envolto em um manto de desejo e paixão, como se nada mais importasse além daquele instante.

Karina entrelaçou os braços ao redor de seu pescoço, e suas mãos se perderam nas madeixas longas e sedosas dela. O beijo, inicialmente impetuoso, se transformou em uma dança lenta e hipnotizante, suas línguas se encontrando com a intensidade de ímãs que não podiam se separar. Seus corpos, aquecidos pelo fervor daquele momento, se moviam lentamente em direção ao quarto, guiados pelo desejo incontrolável.

A respiração tornou-se um suspiro entrecortado quando seus lábios finalmente se afastaram. Ambas se deitaram na cama, seu corpo sobre o dela, explorando cada contorno com dedos ávidos, apertando os seios suavemente antes de descer pela cintura e quadris. O cropped rendado de Karina, que revelava seu umbigo, foi deslizado para cima por sua mão, e retirado com uma lentidão deliberada, cada movimento uma promessa silenciosa de prazer.

Você traçou uma trilha de beijos de seu pescoço até os seios desnudos, ouvindo os suaves arfares da Yu, que puxava seu cabelo, os olhos cerrados em êxtase. Por um breve momento, você interrompeu os beijos e ergueu o rosto para contemplá-la, os olhos encontrando-se em uma troca silenciosa de desejo e necessidade.

— Não devíamos ter começado conversando? — Você perguntou com um sorriso ladino.

— Depois a gente conversa — Karina murmurou, sentando-se ligeiramente e deslizando as mãos até sua camisa, incentivando-a a tirá-la também. — Primeiro, eu preciso de você.

Com um leve tremor de antecipação, você removeu sua camisa, sentindo o ar frio contra sua pele quente, e lentamente também retirou o sutiã preto. Karina observava cada movimento seu com olhos intensos, cada gesto alimentando a crescente tensão entre vocês. Ela se ergueu lentamente, os olhos fixos nos seus, ambas ajoelhadas sobre os lençóis, e semelhante a sua ação anterior, começou a traçar uma linha de beijos pelo seu peito, descendo devagar, como se estivesse memorizando cada centímetro de sua pele.

Os dedos dela exploravam seu corpo com uma delicadeza que contrastava com a intensidade do momento. Seus lábios desenhavam um caminho de fogo que queimava de desejo. Quando ela finalmente alcançou sua cintura, o mundo pareceu parar.

Com um movimento suave, Karina deslizou suas mãos até a borda da sua calça, desfazendo o botão com uma habilidade que fazia seu coração acelerar ainda mais. Você suspirou quando se deitou, e sentiu o tecido deslizar por suas pernas, observando a loira também retirar seus trajes de baixo; logo estavam ambas despidas, envoltas apenas pela luz suave que iluminava o quarto.

Você voltou a subir na mulher, seus dedos brincando, desenhando uma linha pelo corpo dela, da clavícula até os quadris, antes de se inclinar e retomar o caminho de beijos, explorando cada curva com devoção. O som suave dos suspiros de Karina enchia o quarto, uma música que alimentava seu desejo.

Ela puxou você para mais perto, suas mãos deslizando por suas costas, os corpos se moldando um ao outro com uma maestria que parecia quase surreal. O calor crescente entre vocês era insuportável, uma chama que ameaçava consumir ambas, mas nenhuma de vocês queria que aquilo terminasse. Os beijos se tornaram mais profundos, mais urgentes, enquanto suas mãos exploravam cada centímetro de pele com uma fome insaciável. E assim, naquele quarto iluminado pela luz suave do sol poente, duas almas se encontraram e se fundiram, em um encontro que transcendeu o tempo e a realidade.

Com cada movimento, cada toque, a atmosfera ao redor de vocês se carregava de uma eletricidade palpável. Seus lábios ansioso, logo deixaram um rastro ardente pela pele dela, descendo lentamente até alcançar o ponto onde seus corpos se encontravam em um íntimo entrelace.

Você suspirou contra a pele de Karina, sentindo o calor irradiar dela, o desejo palpável em cada respiração entrecortada. Seus dedos começaram a deslizar suavemente pelas coxas dela, sentindo a maciez e a firmeza enquanto se aproximavam cada vez mais de seu destino. Os olhos de Karina estavam semicerrados, a expectativa brilhando neles enquanto ela mordia levemente o lábio inferior.

Com delicadeza, seus dedos deslizaram para dentro da intimidade dela, encontrando-a já molhada de desejo, enquanto seus lábios brincavam suavemente com seu clitóris. Karina arqueou as costas levemente, soltando um gemido baixo que fez seu coração acelerar ainda mais. Você começou a mover seus dedos com uma lentidão provocadora, explorando-a com a precisão de quem conhecia cada ponto sensível, cada lugar que a fazia tremer de prazer.

O ritmo começou a aumentar gradualmente, cada movimento provocando uma reação visceral de Karina. Seus gemidos se tornaram mais altos, mais clementes, enquanto ela se movia ao encontro de seus dedos, buscando mais daquela sensação inebriante. Seus lábios se moveram para os seios dela, beijando e chupando os mamilos com uma intensidade que arrancava novos gemidos de suas cordas vocais.

Com a mão livre, você segurou a dela, entrelaçando seus dedos enquanto a outra se movia mais rápido, pressionando e acariciando com uma precisão que fazia Karina tremer de prazer e angustia sensual por não poder levar uma de suas palmas até a brincadeira mais abaixo. O som da respiração pesada dela e o clamar do seu nome em um sussurro desesperado encheram o quarto, criando uma sinfonia de desejo e entrega. Seus olhos se encontraram mais uma vez, e você viu a rendição completa neles, o desejo puro e bruto que a consumia. Seus dedos se moviam com uma destreza crescente, cada toque, cada pressão meticulosamente calculada para levar Karina mais perto do abismo.

Você acertou o ritmo de sua mão, sentindo o corpo de Karina se arquear em resposta, seu próprio desejo crescendo ao presenciar o dela. Seus dedos se moviam com destreza, cada toque, cada pressão, meticulosamente calculada para levar Karina ao ápice.

E então, com um último e profundo movimento, Karina agarrou-se ao colchão, um gemido alto escapando de seus lábios enquanto o prazer a dominava completamente. Seus olhos se fecharam, e por um momento, o tempo pareceu parar, capturando aquele instante de êxtase puro, uma memória que ficaria gravada em ambas para sempre.

Ainda ofegante e com o corpo tremendo das ondas de prazer que a consumiram, Karina abriu os olhos lentamente, encontrando os seus. Seus lábios ainda estavam entreabertos, um sorriso satisfeito surgindo enquanto ela reunia forças para mover-se. Com um gesto gentil, ela empurrou você para deitar ao seu lado, os corpos ainda entrelaçados no calor daquele momento.

A loira suspirou, ainda sentindo os resquícios de seu primeiro clímax do dia pulsarem por seu corpo. Ela se virou para você, seus olhos brilhando com uma combinação de exaustão e desejo renovado. Com uma expressão determinada e sedutora, Karina começou a explorar seu corpo com as mãos, seus dedos ainda trêmulos de prazer, mas firmes em sua intenção.

Eles deslizaram suavemente pelo seu abdômen, traçando linhas invisíveis, enquanto ela se aproximava mais. A respiração da Yu ainda estava pesada, os olhos semicerrados, mas sua determinação era clara. Ela começou a acariciar sua pele com toques leves, quase provocadores, antes de descer lentamente até sua intimidade.

Você sentiu um arrepio percorrer sua espinha quando os dedos de Karina encontraram seu ponto mais sensível, começando a se mover com uma lentidão deliberada. Seus dedos exploravam com precisão, cada movimento calculado para provocar uma reação intensa. A mistura do toque suave e da firmeza em seus gestos fazia seu corpo reagir imediatamente, um gemido suave escapando de seus lábios.

— Ainda quer conversar primeiro? A gente pode — A mais velha sussurrou maldosamente em seu ouvido, todavia você a cortou, afobada, antes mesmo que terminasse.

— Tem muitas formas de se conversar né — Brincou, deslizando uma de suas mãos até a dela em seu intimo, lhe incentivando a não parar.

Karina riu de forma gostosa com aquela resposta, e ainda recuperando-se de seu próprio êxtase, parecia determinada a devolver a intensidade que havia recebido. Seus dedos se moviam com mais confiança, aumentando gradualmente o ritmo, enquanto ela observava cada uma de suas reações. O prazer crescia em ondas, levando você mais perto do clímax.

Ela se inclinou para beijar você, seus lábios encontrando os seus em um beijo profundo e apaixonado, enquanto seus dedos continuavam a trabalhar com destreza. O som de suas respirações pesadas e os gemidos de prazer preenchiam qualquer mal entendido que um dia puderam ter, uma sinfonia de desejo e entrega mútua.

Karina sussurrou palavras de encorajamento em seu ouvido, seus dedos movendo-se com uma intensidade crescente, guiando você habilmente em direção a um orgasmo. Cada movimento era uma promessa silenciosa de prazer, cada toque uma declaração de seu desejo por você.

Finalmente, o clímax chegou como um golpe avassalador, seus corpos se arquearam em uníssono enquanto você se entregava completamente ao momento. Seus gemidos se misturaram, criando uma melodia de prazer compartilhado que parecia ecoar infinitamente no quarto.

Era como se a certeza daquela ultima vez juntas, além da tristeza que poderia lhe embargar, fazia com que qualquer outro sentimento fosse ainda mais intenso. Sem precisar de palavras, vocês sabiam que aquele dia seria eternamente lembrado, um momento de conexão profunda e apego incontrolável.

Você não precisava mais temer, pois Karina se lembraria eternamente de seu amor e seu toque, assim como você se lembraria dela.

— Talvez quando formos velhinhas… — Você sussurrou, totalmente embargada pelo prazer que ainda sentia pulsando por seu corpo.

— Como em Evelyn Hugo? — A loira questionou, sendo agora ela a ficar por cima de ti, brincando com seu corpo desnudo.

— Sim, mas com um final menos dramático — Afirmou, puxando-a para mais um beijo.

[marvelobsessed134]

Living dead girl

This is part of my spooky summer series! You can find the masterlist on the pinned post on my profile!

For the record, the reader is like a yassified zombie with a few blemishes lol. Think Ghoulia Yelps.

Parings: Paul x Zombie!Reader

Warnings: smut, fingering (f receiving), non verbal consent/communication, reader can’t talk, reader is dirty like actually she has dirt on her and shit

Paul wandered throughout the woods for no reason at all. He just wanted to be away from the boys for a while. Living with them all the time and being almost confined to the boardwalk of Santa Carla can get old. Suddenly he heard a noise.

The blonde’s head turned to see a human like figure by a tree. He decided to get a closer look. You were nothing like he’d ever seen before.

Greenish skin, wounds all over, green hair. You looked undead. “Uh, hi. Sorry for disturbing you. I’m Paul.” He said.

You examined the man, he seemed harmless so you limped your way towards him. Paul noticed you were like a zombie. Except zombies aren’t this beautiful and human looking…right?

Looking at him, you felt something you haven’t felt in a long time since you died…arousal. He had long blonde hair, beautiful eyes, and a gorgeous physique.

Suddenly your hand reached out and caressed his leather jacket. Paul watched your movements carefully, in case he had to defend himself. But he could tell you were probably not going to cause any harm.

“What’s your name?” He asked. You tried to speak but remembered that your vocal cords are basically dead and only a grunty sound came out.

“You can’t talk?” He asked and you shook your head.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” He asked and you nodded.

“You’re very beautiful.”

You wish you could blush, but you can’t since there’s literally like no blood in you.

“Are you a zombie?” Paul asked and you nodded once again before threading his fingers through your hair. Obviously it was quite dirty just like the rest of your body but he didn’t care. He found it quite erotic.

Suddenly you gripped his shoulders to hoist yourself up as you pressed your lips to his. Paul was shocked for a moment before kissing you back, feeling the chapped texture of your lips. But again, he didn’t care. He found you so erotic. Sexy. Exotic.

His hands wandered your body and tore away your already ripped up dress he laid you down on the ground and fondled your breasts, tweaking your hard nipples. You moaned, feeling so overwhelmed by this feeling you haven’t had in so long. Years. Ever since 1969 when you got bitten by a zombie and passed away on your way to Woodstock. But now, you feel a little more human again.

The blondes’ hands trailed down your body to your pussy that was soaked with slick. He rubbed your clit with his index finger making you jerk up, then he entered your hole, thrusting his finger in and out while his thumb creeped up to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

You were a moaning mess as he did this, digging your nails inside the moist dirt ground. “Holy fuck this pussy is so good.” The vampire groaned as he continued to stimulate you till you clenched around his fingers with a loud cry as you came.

He didn’t waste anytime licking your cum off his fingers.

“Hey, I have a place with my friends. I can help you get cleaned up and stuff…you won’t have to be alone anymore.” Paul suggested. Your eyes widened. The offer was very kind but you were afraid that it might be some kind of trap. You decided to take the risk and you nodded your head yes.

Paul stood up and scooped you up in his arms bridal style and carried you off to the boys’ cave.

[fanaticmorelikefantastic]

Welcome Home : Hobie x fem!reader

This is my first fic for @the-kr8tor 's Octobie event! I'm really super excited and I hope you like it :D

Synopsis: Everything sucks and then you get cat distribution systemed to Hobie.

Tags: Hobie/reader, Hobie/fem!reader, Reader is from another country, I just assumed she was american, American reader, Supposed to be in the 70's?, Just pretend it's an au if anything sounds funny about it, Hurt/comfort, wee bit of angst, crying in the rain, etc.

Note: I tried my best to write it as a hurt comfort, but I'm not sure if it turned out that way. First snippet of a series of oneshots about an American immigrant reader and Hobie! das it :)

It was a dark, but not very stormy night. London, always a gloomy one, this city was. Not that I’m any better. Through a series of events, I found myself in this here alleyway, looking for answers. Riddle me this; how does one find a man, who is a spider, who is a man? You call me, that’s how. The dame came into my office, just wanted to know who her saviour was, she said. Told me she would hand over a handsome sum of cash if I could find him. Money makes the world go round, after all. Course I agreed, I was tight-strapped this month and something had to pay that rent.

The first step to knowing about the wanted is to know about the wanter. In this case, that would be me. In reality, there was no damsel bursting into a private eye’s office, there wasn’t even a large wad of cash. Just a girl, a masked hero, and a handwritten thank-you note. 

London was nowhere near the pearly and refined city it was advertised to be, especially not in this soot stained, half muddied alleyway. As for why I was found in said alleyway, several days ago, I had gotten into some trouble with some sort of crooked cop, but before anything extraordinarily unsavory could happen, I was saved in one fell swoop by a man in some strange costume. I believe that living out of hotels was taking a toll on my mental state, and living at all was taking a toll on my wallet. So, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to find who he was and thank him. A simple thank-you, that’s all, and maybe I would ask him if he was hiring.

My search took me from one end of the city to another, and eventually into this alleyway. They called him ‘Spider-Man’ or ‘Spider-Punk.’ Strange names, but I’m not too sure what I expected of a man who runs around dressed like such. At some point in my thread of conversations and inquiries, I was led to Camden, then to this very alley. Supposedly, he shows up here often, but apparently not today. That’s fine. It’s okay. I had only started my search because I had nothing better to do; I was just taking a break by doing this. Against my will, this spot made me start to think of… everything. My moving here, my lack of a job, my lack of a  house, that awful place that I had left behind, my dwindling visa, it all seemed like too much; it all was too much. I leaned on a dusty hvac machine, back heavy with worries, listening to the quiet shrills and screams of some not-so-far away concert. The music had deep, billowing bass and a powerful guitar. It was like no other music I had heard before, and it called to me somewhat. Unfortunately, the rotten worms in my head were louder than the music right now. Barely overshadowed by the crackling of my thoughts was a low rumble curling in the clouds above. I sighed when I heard a clap of thunder. The  muffled concert in the distance began to stop playing its heavy and low tones when the mouselike droplets evolved into a storm. I hated the rain. Not all rain, just this rain; this rain that marked the demise of my journey; this rain that reminded me I was only ever stupid and naive; this rain that told me to give up, pack my bags, and go back home; that I should have never left my country in the first place; that was the rain that I despised with all my heart. This wretched rain had gotten on my face. Yes, surely, it was the rain that was ruining the makeup I worked so hard on this morning. It was ripping up that stupid letter of mine and causing me to dig my face into my hands. All of this was blamed on the rain, who was innocent of all save for soaking my hair. 

I stayed like that for a while, next to the smoother gray wall, huddled over, soaked in mostly my own misery. My own waterfalls made the rain feel like a light shower. If nowhere else, I felt allowed in this alley. That I could cry and sob and be angry and scared and cold and nobody would care because they don’t expect to see sane people in an alleyway to begin with. I most certainly do not. The tears and rain that coated my palms made them almost suction to my face, but in the midst of my dolor, I heard a voice from somewhere beside or near me.

“What’s wrong lovie?” My head dragged up from my hands after the sound of a limoncello voice hung itself in the air. After a lousy wipe of my eyes, I was able to properly see the man who cared enough about a stranger’s tears to stop and ask what they cried for. That dingy street lamp flickered its light around him like a halo. It took me a moment to register the man, his dewy chocolate skin and glossy hazelnut eyes. His face was studded with silver stars, and despite his sharp expression, he held a certain softness about him. He held a bright red umbrella, funny, he didn’t look like the type. He was a tall man for certain, craning over so he could cover me. His presence made everything stop for a moment, a still, small, and quiet recognition fell on these two strangers in this back alley of London.

“Who are you calling lovie?” My voice was like a crisp, wobbling paper. I stood up to speak with him, but by the time I was at my full height, my waterworks were, once again, in full swing. He panicked a little, holding his free hand out in the way one would to try and calm a dog you’ve never seen before.

“Woa, woa, what's the matter with you? ‘s  everything alright?” I’m not quite sure what made me do it, maybe I’ve lost my mind since coming to this place, but I stood there and sobbed out everything that happened to me during my time in London. Words, and feelings, and thoughts and actions kept spilling, tumbling, out of my mouth like bricks collapsing through the bottom of a broken forklift. That whole time, he listened, actually, truly listened to the ramblings of a stranger who he’d just met in some shady back alley while it was raining. Once again, I held the feeling that everything about him glowed. 

“Well, have you got any place to stay tonight?” He spoke very softly to me.  

“If I did, I wouldn’t be hanging around here, would I?” I shivered like a wet rat, parts of my hair stuck to the nape of my neck. He laughs through his nose before shrugging off his studded black leather jacket and placing it around my shoulders. The lining was warm. 

“Well, let’s get you washed up. You look a bloody mess.”  He gave my shoulders a light tap.

“Am I bleeding?” I tapped my face a little, checking for anything warm. He gave me a funny look in response.

“Th’ name’s Hobie by the way. Hobie Brown.” I did my best to wipe my face off before telling him my name. I reached out my hand, and he gave it a quick shake.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

I followed him around the streets like a lost puppy, clutching the coat he gave me like it was a lifeline and occasionally looking at his silent face. The pavement we passed on was glossed over with the continuing rain. We passed building after building, some separated, some connected, and others so close they might as well be. I was certainly very close to someone who could, within reason, be mistaken for a building. If I ever began to wander too close to the edge of the umbrella, a steady and gentle hand would kindly guide me back to my spot beside him. We made our way to a canal style river thing in the middle of the city. He pointed my gaze toward a houseboat floating and rolling on the water. It looked like somewhere a retired pirate would live. 

The interior was surprisingly cozy despite its somewhat bare furnishings. Various knicknacks and things nestled themselves in unassuming spots around the place. The moment I set foot in the door, I felt right at home.

“Leave your shoes at the door, ’ll take that too.” Hobie. Hobie waited for me to unlatch my shoes and stand straight before taking his coat from my shoulders. I never noticed him put the umbrella away, but it’s gone, and his shoes are neatly set to the side on a not-so-neat towel. I don’t know what to say as I watch him take my shoes and line them right next to his, so I stand in the doorway and watch him wander out of view then right back in with some dry and clean clothes. He hands them to me with both hands, so that’s the exact way I receive them as I try to unclog my throat for words to flow through. I look back up at his face. He’s waiting so patiently for me to find my words, with that same sternly soft expression.

“Thank you.” The words came out a little too quiet, so I said it again. 

“You’ve been nothing but kind to me, even though we just met and I-” My voice broke again when I started tearing up. 

“Oh no, no, come on, love. You on’t have to cry.” Quickly, He thumbed away my budding tears, his palms warm on my face.

“I know, but I’m just- I’m so grateful, you know?” He did. He knew. I could see it in his shining gray eyes that he knew. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have waited for me to stop my crying. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have wiped away every stray tear himself. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have been so quick to open his home to me. If he didn’t, he would have never lent me that coat of his. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have handed me these clothes that I’m holding.

Once I got myself together, I was directed to the bathroom. Surprisingly, (according to him), there was warm water to shower with, and I did so happily. When I stepped into the living room I felt like I had on brand new skin. Hobie had the stove on and open while he stirred some milk into a second cup of tea. He turned around before I could even properly enter the kitchenette, as though he already knew that I was there. 

“Feelin’ better yet?” He handed me the cup he was holding with a smile, a deep and pretty blue. I held it and relished in the warmth of the cup from both his hands and the tea. 

“Wasn’t sure if you liked sugar, so I didn’t add any.” I wanted to cry again. He was overwhelming in all the best ways possible, but I had already put him through enough of my tears tonight, so I sucked them back in.

“I don’t” I smiled at him before taking a sip of what could very well be the best tea of my life. 

“If ‘s not uncomfortable, you could stay ‘ere till you get your own base of operation.” He was leaning on the counter, index tracing the edge of his own cup while speaking. Instead of this tea, I wish I could drink the color of his eyes as they’re looking at me. I'm suddenly smiling a lot right now.

"I will, if you'll have me."

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

I had to do some outfit studies for art and went with Maternity Fashion Of The 80s! Featuring Chrysta during her late trimesters into pregnancy with some of her boys. 🥺🤭

[bookworm-with-coffee]

Stay. . .

(Vex x Reader)

Plot; Thrust into a sudden date with no time to prepare, your fate may come to rest in the hands of one irresistible Mesmer— who may just like you more than he lets on...

Pairings; Vex x Reader (Romantic)

Warnings; fluff, jealousy, mature themes, coarse language

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The racing thrums of your heart beat against your ribs painfully, lungs and legs burning amidst your desperate sprint through the busy streets.

"Watch it!", passers-by hissed as you brushed past. Others onlooked in confusion or panic over what may be chasing you.

However, all went unnoticed by you as your rushed journey lead you on to the ourskirts of town and to the broken apartment-shack of your best friends, Bo and Kenzi.

The latter had been ignoring your calls all morning and there was little time left before you were expected to be on a date with a Fae you'd crossed paths with only a few weeks ago in the Dal Riata.

'Shoot your shot', was Kenzi's eager encouragement, insisting that you needed to get into the battlefield of love.

And now that you were drowning in those waters she'd told you to swim in, your best friend had metaphorically disappeared off of the face of the Earth.

Thanks, Kenzi.

Shuffling through your pockets, you desperately searched for the spare housekey the girls had given you, for the case of an emergency— should one arise. Like now.

You fumbled and fussed, hissing when the key slipped from your clumsy fingers and clattered to the floor. "Fuck!".

The rickety door finally fell open once you'd managed to jam the key into the lock, wasting no time in forcing yourself into their shared and humble abode.

"Kenzi?", your shout was breathless, knees wobbling and thigh muscles spasming from your lack of stretching before this harsh journey.

Their living space was strangely abandoned, your aching feet leading you to the stairwell that lead up to Bo's room and their bathroom, going no further out of a want to be polite.

"Kenzi?!", you tried again, starting to fume with the prospect of her sudden abandonment of you. "Kenzi!".

Sighing through your gritted teeth, your eyes lulled in a short roll before closing in exhaustion and exasperation. Your head came to a soft rest against the doorframe of the stairwell, hardly anticipating to suddenly have your head lifted and smacked to the plaster without any control of your own. Not in a hard or harsh manner, but enough to make you wince and draw your attention to the culprit.

The living space wasn't quite as abandoned as you'd first thought.

Slowly, your unimpressed glare met the mischeivous twinkle of Vex's darker hues, the Mesmer seemingly proud of himself in his observation of you from the couch.

With his pink satin sleep mask sitting pretty on those thick raven locks, his head tilted, "Could you be any more obnoxious??".

"Nice to see you too, Vex", you huffed indignantly, rubbing at the reddening mark on your forehead. "I didn't know you were taking lessons on irony".

"Self-improvement, actually", he corrected you with his grin growing. "Something you should look into, sometime".

Despite the frustration boiling over within you, there was something so contagious about the Mesmer's caustic sarcasm and wit that always had your own smile flourishing, even now.

Vex was neither friend nor foe, but had slowly drifted closer to the former in the last months.

Abandoning his Dark Fae faction had been far from easy on him. The Mesmer lacked friends on both the Light and Dark sides of Fae, despite his actions in helping both factions and the humans against a threat that could've destroyed the fabric of reality itself.

Vex's actions previous to his betrayal of the Dark were beyond heinous and you didn't need to ponder his undoubtedly heavy conscience over the lives he'd broken and ended. He was beyond remorseful, even if no proper apology had yet been spoken.

In some ways, you'd felt drawn to the Mesmer, having faced a similar lack of belonging for most of your own life. If solitude had taught you anything, it was that anyone with a good heart deserves a second chance— that no one with grace in their hearts deserves to be alone.

There was always a strange gentleness about Vex whenever he spoke with you, finding his charisma addictive and his humour ensnaring. Wordlessly, you'd found enjoyment in his playful digs, ample able to keep up with them and bounce off of them with your own.

In recent months, you'd perhaps come to trust the Mesmer more than you'd ever admit.

"You've missed Kenzi by about—", Vex glanced to his wrist. "Half an hour".

"Any chance you knew where the girls were headed?".

"Beats me", the Mesmer shrugged. "It's not like I was invited. They just upped and left".

Leaving you alone. Your heart sank for him, even if it was for a moment.

"What's got your knickers in a twist anyhow?", his question startled you from your thoughts.

Sighing once more, you sat adjacent to him on the barstools in the kitchen. "A date. And no time to prepare or think—". You grumbled, "I never should have listened to Kenzi—".

A soft and mellow chuckle drew your gaze, unsurprised that the Mesmer was finding amusement at your expense, but there was something strangely reassuring in his glance as he finally addressed the issue at hand.

"You're worried over a date??". Your silence was answer enough. "Sorry to rain on your parade, Love, but you do realise that you have it all going for you?".

You blinked.

"That outfit may be in need of a vast improvement", he continued with a pointed look. "But, it's nothing to stress yourself over".

Shaking his head in exasperation, Vex made a move to return to whatever slumber he'd been having before your untimely interruption. "Now, if you'll excuse me—".

"Vex, wait!", your voice halted him, irking him to raise the pink fabric from over his eyes once more.

"Can't you take a bloody hint?", he whined, instantly softening to the desperate pleading in your hopeful gaze.

It was obvious you needed his help and that you weren't going to give him peace anytime soon.

Following a few moments of inner conflict, Vex finally relented with a huff, "When's this date then?".

"In a few hours".

"Tell you what", he started. "I get you all dolled up nice and proper for this date, but— ". He stressed the last word with a raised finger, stifling your building excitement. "— in return, I only ask for a mani, pedi and facial, at your own discretion".

"Cut the pedi and we have a deal", your arms folded, Vex feigning indecision with a pout.

"The pedi is cut. But, I want the full treatment and that lovely colour you're wearing", the Mesmer gestured to the shade of (f/c) on your nails.

"Deal", your grin was instantly mirrored by his. "So, where do we start?".

"I thought you'd never ask".

Vex began his work in the upstairs bathroom with steaming lavender suds in a hot bath. Whilst you took a long and much-needed soak in the soothing waters he'd kindly run for you, the Mesmer got to work on your outfit.

You hardly thought it was appropriate for him to be rummaging through Bo's extensive wardrobe whilst she wasn't home, but Vex had insisted that he 'practically lived here' and had already stolen and altered some of the poor Succubus' clothes for his own wear.

After leaving the floral warmth of the bath, you wrapped a towel around yourself, using the soft flannel material as a shield for your bodice.

In hearing you leave the tub, the Mesmer had eagerly sauntered from Bo's room with two outfits in hand, both stunning you into an unnatural form of silence. It left you to wonder what other things the Succubus wore and how she did so in the first place.

The horrified nature of your gaze left Vex to second guess his chosen options. "Too slutty??".

"If that's the word you want to use for—", your finger waved across the scant amount of fabric in his hands, "— that? ".

"Gotta leave something for the imagination, I 'spose", he sighed, eyeing one of the hangers with a sense of longing whilst placing it away.

"Does she have nothing else?".

Plucking an old cable-knit sweater from the ancient wardrobe, Vex judged the style with apprehension before offering it to you. "It smells like soap and the disappointment of no sex, but it's better than eau de neighbourhood stripper".

"Brilliant", the soft material was eagerly snatched, irking an eyeroll from your counterpart as his search continued.

"Finally", Vex pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans, the garment decoratively torn, yet suiting for the oversized sweater in your arms. "You should be right with that and a pair of belted boots. I'll see if Kenz has any lying about—".

The Mesmer seemed to almost enjoy being dedicated to your cause, the softest of smiles gracing your features as he raced around on your behalf. And for reasons that illuded you, you felt a sense of relief and gladness with Vex's presence, grateful that it was him looking after you, rather than your own best friend, Kenzi.

Feelings that heightened as your time in the Mesmer's care continued.

Endearingly, he had jested your outfit of choice, sniggering, "I'll be driving you to the bloody nursing home. Grandma phoned. She wants her style back".

"The 2000's called", you retorted with your own laughter. "To let you know that joke is as outdated as those leather pants you're wearing".

Incredulously, his mouth had fallen open in a faux sense of betrayal before collapsing into a fit of giggles.

Snacks and hair products soon littered the living room space, the Mesmer proud of both the mess and his 'artwork' once he'd finished styling your 'illustrious' locks.

"How lucky I am to be carrying this old thing", he all too excitedly whipped out his little ebony brush-bag from his pocket, wholeheartedly psyched to begin your make-up.

"Come here", Vex coaxed you gently, unable to mask his growing smile nor the fond nature of his glance as he invited you to shuffle closer to him on the old sofa.

The tips of his fingers delicately cradled your jawline and chin with a practiced care, darker hues monitoring your expression whilst he slowly applied the various layers with a tenderness you'd never previously observed from him.

Shades and depth soon became apparent in your skin, every movement and tickle of his brush feathersoft against your flesh.

The Mesmer sweetly whispered his actions beneath his breath, uttering his expert advice to you on how to apply blush on to the cheekbones and how less make-up is always more.

"Kenz was right", you marveled, gathering his attention some way through. His brows rose, beckoning you to continue. "Your make-up skills are the stuff of legend".

"Well", his lashes fluttered in a small bout of shyness, a humbled chuckle slipping from him. "I'm hardly done yet. Just wait til' you see me with mascara. That's my real trade secret".

Never had you bonded with Vex on such a level before, your usual and brief interactions with him in the Dal Riata paling in comparison to the in-depth conversation offered by your time alone together.

"Like I told Kenz. Just ever so softly wiggle up,—", he flecked the minuscule brush with a slight tremor to his wrist. "— shaking like a vibrator".

Knowing you had to remain still for him, you attempted to restrain your laughter at his hushed commentary, failing miserably as your cheeks curved in the wake of your smile.

Giggles bubbled their way up your throat by force, stumping the Mesmer to a complete stop. There was a thoughtful tilt to his head and a subconscious caress over your jawline from his calloused thumb as he watched your eyes light up.

The thought of a romantic relationship with you, among other things had undoubtedly crossed his mind once or twice in passing, knowing with some regret that you would never pick him. Who in their right mind would?

At one point, you had been enemies— at the recieving end of his controlling powers. Frozen on the spot as he'd nearly made you gauge out your own eye. Vex had never been more relieved now to have been stopped by your friends.

Nevertheless, you'd made it clear he was forgiven, for whatever foolish reason. Taken what should have been a killing blow meant for him only months ago, that shattered your arm and fractured a few ribs. After everything he did, you'd still defended his life, almost at the cost of your own.

"Vex, watch out!", he recalled your shout, feeling the hard shove of your palm pummelling him to the floor.

Whipping around from the shock, the Mesmer turned to see you clatter to the ground with an agonised cry, nursing the arm you'd tried to use to defend yourself against a crowbar.

There was immediate action from Vex. Enraged by your shared enemies, he used his powers to end them by the means of their own hands in a bloodied massacre reflective of his anger.

Crawling to your side, Vex assessed the damage of your already swelling arm as it started turning a ghastly hue of red and purple. "You saved me", he gasped out, hardly believing that fact himself.

"Of course I did, idiot", you'd growled, clutching at your limb with the excruciating throbbing rippling through every inch of your upper left-hand bones and muscles.

"Who's the bigger idiot?", he'd asked, attempting a smile that was followed by strained laughter on your part.

It made him realise that you saw something worth saving, even if the others never spared a thought for him.

Thereafter, your friend Dyson had been wary of Vex's presence in your life— rightly so, and advised you to stay away from the Mesmer, as he'd cost you far too much already.

"What's the history between you both anyway?", you'd asked the Shifter in nonchalance.

Within earshot of him, Vex heard Dyson give you the entire run-down of what a monster truly was. And it was very Vex-shaped.

And despite it all, you'd stayed.

"You're so beautiful", his soft murmur drew your thoughts into a flurry, spoken with an affection so uncharacteristic of the male before you.

The air in your lungs was gone, followed by your ability to speak. 'So are you', you wanted to reply, your throat taut with hesitation if only to avoid sounding cliché or ingenuine. Yet, every word would have been the truth.

With your current proximity, it had offered you the opportunity to admire the Mesmer for the first time up-close. Aware of every gentle detail of his expression, his flawless Fae complexion, the depth of emotions in those darker hues and the seemingly rueful quirk of his lips whilst he continued in applying your mascara.

"Whoever you're going with is going to be lucky to have you", he spoke, restraining his disappointment from burdening the tone of his voice. "You're going to knock their bloody socks off", Vex's grin brightened in an attempt to reassure you, a twinge of envy biting through his heart for the one you had chosen.

"Thanks to you", your words of gratitude humbled him again, the Mesmer only wishing he'd had more time in your company.

You felt a similar and estranged sadness of your own with your glance to the clock hanging high on the kitchen wall. You should have been happy to be leaving in full preparation for your date. Excited to have a good time with the Fae you'd been gushing over in the last week, instead finding yourself already mourning the thought of Vex's absence to go on what may be some mediocre date.

Vex was eccentric, confident and carefree. Unafraid of being himself, yet with a sense of insecurity and loathing towards any part of himself that had once fuelled his indifference and cruelty. Bearing a gentle soul that spoke to yours in the kindest of ways, encouraging you to come out of your shell and be more comfortable in your skin. To be yourself and be happy.

Everyone needs a Vex, you thought with some regret. Bitter that the others could not see him like this, save for Kenzi.

And with the events of the afternoon— the snacks and make-up, the talking and the laughing, the relaxed and lighthearted atmosphere— it felt like you'd already been on some sort of amazing date that was coming to a bittersweet or tragic end.

Vex snapped his mascara back into his make-up pouch, admiring his work with an impressed once-over from those glittering hues.

"You best be off then", he told you, nodding towards the clock and reaching for the unfinished bottle of spirits you'd both been sharing earlier. "And I'll be patiently awaiting that mani and facial. After you fill me in on the goss from your night out, of course".

Winking, the Mesmer took a swig from the bottle, nearly losing his mouthful through his nose at your joking quip, "That wasn't part of the deal".

"You can't expect me to do your make-up for you and not at least be told about the kiss!", Vex insisted, feigning offence. "I'm expecting bare minimum". Raising a stern finger at you, you both shared in what now felt like a natural smile, unrestrained and kindred. "Now, off with you".

Still sharing some proximity, you used it as an opportunity to lean forwards and catch the Mesmer's cheek in a swift and brief kiss that was much-deserved on his part. "Thank you".

The Mesmer's fingertips instantly flew up to the flesh that still tingled with the echoes of your touch, uttering out something akin to a soft squeak, "What was that for??".

"For helping me", your reply made his lashes flutter. "For being my friend".

Every word was well-meant and left Vex stunned into silence. It was the first inch of respect or appreciation he'd been gifted in the longest time.

He watched as you nodded to him, a signal that you were making a move to leave and felt a surge of confidence that made him lurch forwards instinctively.

All of it faded just as instantly once the Mesmer's fingers were gently tangled around your wrist. "Wait, Love—".

Thinking something was amiss, your brows creased, "What's wrong??".

Stay, he wanted to plead, knowing he truly had no right to ask it of you. That it would be another act of selfishness he could loathe himself for.

You saw a sense of longing cloud those darker eyes, his mouth parting to talk, but no sound willing to escape.

Vex watched the swipe of your thumb, sweet and reassuring over his paler knuckles, every last ounce of his restraint draining from him when at last he mustered the courage to meet your gaze.

"Oh, sod it all", he relented in a breath, crossing the rest of the space between you and drawing your body against his in one careful movement.

The Mesmer's lips instantly found yours with the precise ducking of his head, the contact tender, inviting and desperate all at once.

Adrenaline claimed your ability to think with every dizzying movement of his mouth into yours, the tastes of spiced liquor lingering on his supple and warm skin.

Any insecurities that were rising within him were silenced with the twining of your fingertips into the fabric of his jacket, anchoring him to you as if to fortify any previous indecision you'd had.

Whilst this erased none of his wrongdoings, perhaps this was a step forwards from your previous differences and towards something better for you both?

"Maybe— Maybe I'd like it if you stayed", Vex mumbled against the parted seam of your lips.

"Is that so?", your teasing drawl irked a sheepish smile from the Mesmer. "I was getting the impression you didn't like me".

"Impressions aren't everything, Love. 'Like' would be an understatement".

An urgent buzz resonated from your pocket, your eyes growing wide with the realisation that your original date was still scheduled for the next half-hour.

"Shit—", your exclamation made Vex giggle as you reached for your flip-phone.

It was a message. From your date.

Your heart stopped as the screen lit up with the message,

'Hope you enjoyed your date with Vex!! I'll be bringing home Bo and pizza laters. Lemme know if you'll be home. Use protection, kids! Kisses!! Xx - Kenz 😎'.

"That—", your mouth fell open incredulously. "That bitch! How did she—".

"Can't say I'm surprised", the Mesmer sighed in faux disappointment. "Those are some sloppy texts right there. It's a wonder you fancied this fella at all— Ouch!". He winced when you flicked his ear.

"You're one to talk", you laughed.

"I'm just saying, I don't mess around when it comes to texts. Just say what you bloody mean and be on with it. No need to be primitive".

"Or Kenzi", your addition irked a chuckle from Vex, his darker eyes growing softer as they continued to observe you.

"I 'spose if she hadn't paid the fella to lead you on before faking these texts herself, we might not have ended up here", he reasoned.

"So, what now?", your brows rose. "We staying for pizza??".

The Mesmer's larger hand found your own before he eagerly pulled you along towards the front door with a shake of his head,

"I didn't waste this whole afternoon doing your make-up to spend the evening with Succubuns and her fanclub". Snatching a set of housekeys from the side table, he offered you a wink, "Let's go make this town unsafe! The night is ours!".

"Dal Riata?".

"Dal Riata".

The End. . .

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[wifetomegatron]

i'm tired of studying, so here is a poorly written love letter essay on my infatuation with lonely women, birds in cages and transformers.

i have always had this fascination with the psychological ruminations on self-hood & identity. often, the stories closest to my heart have wealthy, waifish, women at the heart of their narratives. not always because they're relatable, but because from their point of view, the narrator is trying to hide something from the audience. to conceal the chaos and conflict that surrounds us with an illusion of peace —tethering on the edge of rose coloured glasses. alienated in this little bubble, a golden cage is still a cage.

and sometimes, to some people, the loneliest place on earth is a big house with windows high enough to reach the ceiling. because they echo back the depth of our aloneness. 

now, how does this relate to transformers? well, i have always been the kind of girl to combine two interests in one. and so i am aching to write about frivolous, indulgent women drowning in denial, forced to confront the isolation gnawing their hearts open like a sick, open wound. all because they get thrown into absurd situations where they cross paths with war-tired titans so detached from the idea of ever returning to a life before chaos.

one suffocates in peace while the other chokes on impossible dreams. 

i want a naive, prestigious, overly idealistic, investigative prosecutor from earth aboard the lost light, sent to keep an eye on megatron only to end up falling for him. because the moment she spends time alone with him: she gets a metaphorical slap across the face about her privilege and has to confront the sheltered, ignorant set of lenses she's been viewing the world through. whereas through her, the former warlord learns to tear down his walls brick by brick, starting with all the skepticism and temper. and the icing on the cake is that they learn from each other. there is a hole inside her chest, and he tells her he carries one too.

i want tarn to suffer a sudden lightheadedness from having walked into a bar on the shores of hedonia to spot a human woman singing behind the cloud of smoke and shadow. pearls and silver, glinting under the light like a forbidden present. her beauty comes from how lonely she looks with her eyes closed and mouth open, mic between her delicate fingers. tempting. alluring. it was like looking in the mirror. and the djd leader never learned to love anything else.

i want rung ( who in this hypothetical au is not primus for plot reasons ) to sit across a liaison who revels in the idea of sleeping alone in a big alloy ship because it takes her mind away from her empty childhood: where silk sheets and feathered pillows feel colder and harsher than any metal. the hug he gave her at the end of the session was the first time she was held and it didn't feel like he was there to hold her together. 

i want swerve to compliment her when she's tipsy and borderline drunk by the table of his bar and for her to hide her face and cry because she finally feels beautiful — truly, sincerely, beautiful. that out here, surrounded by an alien crew who couldn't care less about how she presents herself, pretty words suddenly don't feel transactional anymore.

i want this terrified and secluded bird inside of me to finally find a home within the arms of tall, metal mechs. mechs who are familiar with the vast, empty stretch of space. and is not terrified of lonely women and their quiet, self-destructive vices. and maybe that's why i love self-inserts so much, and writing on this blog breathes life into me — the nightingale in a cage meets a spaceman tired of fighting, and maybe only together can they find some sense of freedom. 

[dreamwithlost]

...KIM MINJI É MEU GRANDE AMOR

Jiu x Fem!Reader

Gênero: Friends to lovers, sáficozinho lindo, agnst

W.C: 4K (VALE A PENA EU JURO)

ᏪNotas: Ultimamente tá sendo difícil escrever KKKKK (ovo ir de camisa de saudade eterna) masss eu lembrei dessa aqui que escrevi a um tempo atrás para o spirit, e como AMO ela, resolvi que seria uma boa hora para traze-la para cá também!!! Espero muito que gostem, e uma boa leitura meus amores ♡

Ps: Obrigada Evelyn Hugo que me deu inspiração para essa história ♡

Ps²: Escutem dreamcatcher.

Você sempre hesitava em tomar seu cappuccino toda vez que a garçonete o depositava sobre sua mesa, seus dedos deslizavam pela alça de cerâmica, girando a pequena xícara branca, o barulho do atrito sobre o pires da peça ocultado pelo falatório animado de Nabi a sua frente. Você permaneceu focada na conversa com a amiga, um sorriso sincero estampando seu rosto vez ou outra, por mais que estivesse exausta dos ensaios da coreografia de mais cedo.

— Daí eu reencontrei ele! — Nabi contava animada sobre o garoto qual reencontrou na estação de trem, a jovem fez uma careta após bebericar seu café ainda extremamente quente, o seu oposto.

Talvez você sempre hesitasse demais, e Nabi, de menos.

— Eu não acredito — Você riu levando uma das mãos até a boca, se afastando de seu cappuccino — Parece cena de filme — Apesar da fama de suas músicas, era sempre a vida agitada de sua amiga e empresária que lhe animava, saciando qualquer desejo de histórias românticas que pudesse vir a ter.

Talvez você fosse ótima em ouvir histórias de amor, e Nabi, de vivê-las.

— E você? — Murmurou Nabi, apoiando os cotovelos sobre a mesa, seus cabelos loiros balançando em sentido da brisa fresca que entrava na cafeteria favorita da dupla, singela, discreta, rústica, tudo que precisavam em meio a agitação da rotina — Nada para me contar? Eu sei, eu sei — Interveio antes que pudesse dizer qualquer coisa — Você é uma artista, não pode ter relações amorosas no momento, precisa focar na carreira solo e blá-blá-blá — Ela se afastou novamente — Mas não acha que isso pode ser por conta do Taewoo, hm? Ficou com o coração partido sem o seu grande amor — Nabi sussurrou em lamentos, fantasiando a trágica história de sua amiga e seu primeiro namorado.

Que, na verdade, não havia nada de tão trágico assim.

Que, na verdade, nem ao menos era o seu grande amor.

Finalmente levantou sua xícara, sentindo o gosto forte e adocicado da bebida escura descer por sua garganta, você já havia escutado dizer que as pessoas podiam começar a diminuir os níveis de açúcar no café conforme os anos avançavam, mas igual a ti, qual cada vez mais doce desejava a bebida, era novidade para muitos. Você observou o desenho bagunçado na superfície do cappuccino por algum tempo, raciocinando o discurso proferido pela amiga a sua frente, suas mãos não tremiam e seus lábios ainda estavam úmidos, mas mesmo assim sentiu a necessidade de colocar a xícara novamente sobre um local seguro.

Você não era apenas hesitante quanto acabar ou não com trabalhos feitos em bebidas, mas também sobre seus sentimentos. A "solista" esperava que os ignorando pudesse mantê-los escondidos, intactos, como o desenho florido no café, mas, no fundo sabia que o líquido uma hora esfriaria, mesmo que demorasse, uma hora se tornaria inconsumível, estragado, e alguém precisaria fazer algo.

Uma hora seus sentimentos transbordariam, e você precisaria fazer algo.

Você tinha medo deles já terem transbordado há muito tempo, e não ter sido capaz nem ao menos de reserva-los em outro recipiente.

— Nabi — Chamou delicadamente.

Não era a primeira vez que a amiga de longa data tentava entrar naquele assunto, e também não era a primeira vez que se sentia incomodada com aquilo, na verdade, talvez aquela ferida fosse cutucada tão profundamente que já havia até mesmo deixado de ser um incômodo e tivesse se tornado alguma outra coisa. Toda vez que Nabi tentava adentrar o seu passado, você se sentia mais e mais frustrada pelas escolhas que tomou em sua vida, não arrependida, afinal, foram suas decisões que lhe fizeram ter o grande nome qual tinha hoje em dia, mas de fato, frustrada.

Você podia ter tentado um pouco mais, podia ter procurado outros meios, podia ter falado alguma outra coisa.

Podia ter falado algo.

O café ainda estava mais quente do que deveria quando você deu o segundo gole, uma novidade para acompanhar a nova motivação que a cada dia que passava crescia mais sobre o peito, como o nível de açúcar em suas bebidas amargas. Seu peito subiu e desceu em um suspiro profundo, apesar de não estar de fato nervosa com a situação, e se inclinou para a frente, suas madeixas tentando se soltar de trás de sua orelha, atraída pela mesma brisa qual tocou Nabi minutos atrás.

— Taewoo não é meu grande amor.

Taewoo era sem dúvidas o seu primeiro amor, mas não o maior deles, e diferente do que imaginaria que sentiria ao confessar aquilo para alguém, seu peito foi atingido com uma sensação extremamente leve com o início da revelação.

— Então quem é? — Nabi questionou surpresa, também se inclinando para a frente, como quem estivesse assistindo o maior filme de suspense de todos os tempos — Quem foi seu grande amor?

Talvez o sorriso mais bonito que você já tenha dado, e irá dar em toda sua vida, tivesse surgido naquele momento.

Pela primeira vez gostou do medo que cresceu em sua barriga, e desejou até mesmo gritar aquela informação.

— Kim MinJi — Respondeu sem enrolação, desejando tirar o atraso de anos qual já havia tido — Kim MinJi foi meu grande amor.

Fora impossível que as lembranças, tão bem guardadas no fundo, de seu cérebro, invadissem sua mente naquele momento.

O chão gélido de metal da escadaria sem dúvidas não era o local mais confortável o qual poderia ter escolhido para se sentar, considerando que o seu dormitório ficava literalmente um lance de escadas acima. Já era tarde, as luzes do prédio haviam sido apagadas como de costume, pela pequena janela atrás de si, na plataforma de curva da escada, apenas um pequeno vislumbre da luz da lua iluminava suas mãos. Você observou o líquido amarelado na garrafa de vidro que carregava, sua cabeça encostada de maneira desconfortável do corrimão metálico ao seu lado, a dança descompassada que a bebida fazia contida em suas amarras transparentes prendendo toda sua atenção. Você sentia que sempre soube o que queria fazer com a sua vida, determinada no sonho de se tornar uma cantora de sucesso, assim como as diversas idols que, por qualquer tela a qual ela tivesse a disponibilidade de utilizar, acabavam com seus dias nublados, dando um rumo para o destino incerto da jovem solitária, sabia que não precisava de mais nada a não ser o conforto que a conquista poderia lhe trazer, apesar de vez ou outra dar espaço para algum outro sentimento lhe dominar. Entretanto, naquele momento, quando a coisa mais bela que conseguiu enxergar foi o reluzir da noite diante o vidro espesso em suas mãos, já não teve mais tanta certeza daquilo.

Sabia mesmo o que queria fazer com a sua vida?

— Ei — Uma voz ecoou pelo vazio da entrada, os passos aproximando-se lentamente, sutis, quase como se tivessem medo de poder ser ouvidos, apesar da dona daquela ação sem dúvidas não possuir tal medo.

— MinJi — Você respondeu brincando com a sonoridade do nome em sua boca.

— O que você está fazendo? — A morena questionou, sentando-se ao seu lado, que permanecia com sua cabeça repousada no corrimão, suas madeixas vez ou outra balançavam pelos leves movimentos feitos.

— Eu estou na fossa — Explicou simplista, finalmente arrumando sua postura, suas pernas levemente separadas, a mão que ainda segurava a cerveja suspensa entre elas — Acho que é isso que se faz quando se termina.

Ela não havia certeza se queria fazer aquilo.

— Você e o Taewoo terminaram? — MinJi questionou, levando uma das mãos até a boca, em uma resposta exagerada.

Você apenas balançou sua cabeça positivamente em resposta.

— Por quê? — A jovem indagou novamente.

Por que você estava confusa.

— Porque não posso namorar agora, se quiser crescer nessa empresa — A resposta pareceu perfeitamente correta ao sair pelos seus lábios dentristecidos, apesar de, no fundo, um aperto no peito continuar lhe incomodando, como se desejasse buscar o real motivo daquilo.

Sua carreira seria o único motivo?

Você sempre soube tudo que queria, mas agora, sentia como se não soubesse mais nada.

Nem sabia se estava realmente triste por terminar.

— Oh — A jovem exclamou, não achando melhores palavras para dizer. Você viu de soslaio quando seus olhos desceram até a garrafa em suas mãos — Olha, eu não acho que encher a cara vai resolver alguma coisa, além de que se te pegarem...

— Eu não bebo — Você retrucou novamente, fazendo com que agora uma feição confusa fosse posta em sua direção.

Ousou, após todo aquele tempo de diálogo, olhar para a amiga de longa data preocupada ao seu lado, apesar de uma ação simplista, sentiu como se tivesse levado anos até o momento que seus olhos cruzaram-se com os dela, sentiu seu coração bater mais forte uma única vez, quase deixando escapar o restante de sua fala para um lugar longe demais para que pudesse alcançar novamente.

— Não tem álcool — Explicou levantando a cerveja em mãos — Eu não bebo nada alcoólico — Aquela expressão de confusão insistiu em permanecer sobre a jovem ao seu lado — É sério! — Confirmou novamente — Experimenta — Pediu estendendo a garrafa de vidro para a amiga, que apenas começou a rir com a ação.

— Eu acredito em você — Confessou em meio a um riso, baixo, delicado, mas, ao mesmo tempo, tão cheio de vida que até mesmo as paredes quiseram se aproximar para desfrutar melhor daquilo — Você sabe que não precisa me provar nada.

Você não sabia fazer aquilo, a vida inteira teve que provar algo para as pessoas.

Mas realmente, nunca precisou provar nada para MinJi.

Logo a mais alta cessou seu riso, olhando gentilmente para a garota apática ao lado, ela inclinou seu corpo levemente para frente, pegando a garrafa de suas mãos. O silêncio adentrou o ambiente lentamente, sendo depositado em um pedido da noite escura e densa que cercava os dormitórios, totalmente acatado apenas no momento em que os dedos de MinJi esbarraram sutilmente nos seus, disparando um arrepio que, apesar de não poder ler mentes, soube que havia afetado ambas. Vocês não sabiam dizer em que ponto aquilo havia começado, talvez sempre houvesse sido difícil dizer o que acontecia entre as duas, entre aquela sensação tão confortável e íntima que lhes carregava, chegando a ser assustadora.

A questão era que tanto você quanto MinJi eram ótimas em ignorar certas coisas.

— Vem, vamos subir — Chamou MinJi, levantando-se em um pulo, seu rosto marcado pelo sorriso amigável que normalmente trazia consigo — Já está tarde — Informou, estendendo sua mão.

Você não aceitou aquele ato gentil, ignorando a mão a sua frente quando se levantou com a ajuda da firmeza do corrimão, seu toque ecoou pelo objeto metálico, e o som do líquido escorrendo pela garrafa de vidro foi audível pela última vez segundos depois, quando a garota ignorada lhe tomou de suas mãos e deu o último gole que restava.

— Não entendo o sentido de tomar cerveja sendo que nem o álcool tem — Comentou, seu pé alcançando o primeiro degrau, acompanhando o seu — Ela só fica amarga.

— É só para ter um foco — Confessou, distraída pelos degraus abaixo de si, você sempre teve medo de tropeçar naquela escadaria.

Você sempre teve medo de cair.

— Então... — MinJi começou, sua voz abaixando uma oitava conforme se aproximavam dos quartos — Como foi, sabe, o papo entre você e o Taewoo?

— Foi tranquilo — Respondeu, sentindo pela primeira vez cem por cento de verdade em sua fala — A gente tá de boa.

Taewoo continuaria ocupando um espaço sobre seu peito, aquilo era verídico, o garoto havia sido seu primeiro amor, e acima disso tudo, um amigo qual pode contar. Talvez por isso não estivesse tão entristecida pelo fato de terem se separado.

— Entendi — Murmurou MinJi.

Seus pés finalmente alcançaram o andar superior, o qual após uma pequena curva, logo revelou um longo corredor branco, suas paredes em um tom gélido, apesar das luzes apagadas. As portas metálicas como o corrimão, pintadas no mesmo tom claro do resto do ambiente, fechadas, silenciadas pelo cansaço das demais trainees do local.

O resto da curta caminhada não lhes causou mais nenhum diálogo, confortadas pelo sossego do momento enquanto se dirigiam em direção a seus aposentos. O seu quarto ficava quase ao final do corredor, sendo ultrapassado apenas por de sua amiga, que se encontrava na última porta.

— Ah! — Um grito imprevisível foi solto por MinJi quando chegaram em seu destino.

O som rápido não parecia ter feito grande efeito no local, apesar da mais baixa ter dado um pulo tão involuntário quanto o ato. Fora o tilintar do vidro se chocando com o chão que pareceu ressoar por mais tempo, adentrando os ouvidos das duas de maneira incômoda.

Você se abaixou agilmente, sentindo sua visão ficar turva por alguns segundos com a ação, coisa a qual ignorou, buscando apenas parar a estridência da garrafa, ato o qual MinJi também teve a ideia, descendo seu corpo sincronizadamente com a amiga, suas mãos tocaram-se sobre o material gélido, o choque de mais cedo multiplicando-se em uma quantidade impossível de se contar.

— O que foi? — Você questionou, preocupada demais com a garota a sua frente para notar qualquer outra coisa.

— Barata — Foi tudo o que ela respondeu.

— Barata? — Perguntou novamente, olhando rapidamente para trás de si, em busca do tal inseto em meio a escuridão.

— Sim! — Choramingou, relembrando a cena de segundos atrás, quase como se pudesse senti-lá — Ela entrou no quarto do lado.

— Eu sabia que esse lugar não era um dos mais luxuosos — Comentou, agora levando seu olhar até a porta mostrada por MinJi — Bem, acho que uma das garotas daqui vai ter uma surpresa quando acordar.

Foi impossível para você evitar que um riso soprado escapasse de seus lábios ao imaginar a cena, coisa a qual desencadeou na amiga ao lado uma nova sequência de risos, contagiando todo o seu corpo que se controlava para segurar a risada também. Você voltou a encarar a jovem a sua frente, seu corpo finalmente recobrando os sentidos, apreciando a macieis de seu toque sobre sua mão, que permanecia imóvel acima do objeto vazio, um toque tão suave que parecia até mesmo estar sendo tocada pelas nuvens, apesar de ser apenas ao observar o rosto de MinJi que realmente se sentisse estar ao alcance de alguma delas, seus olhos levemente fechados devido ao grande sorriso posto em seus lábios, seus cabelos longos balançando vez ou outra pela forma como seu corpo tremia pela risada descontrolada, talvez se você pudesse escolher qualquer lugar existente na fase da terra para morar, escolhesse morar exatamente naquela expressão da jovem, tão alegre quanto se não possuísse nenhum problema em sua vida.

O corpo de MinJi pareceu sofrer do mesmo choque de sentidos que o seu, segundos depois, o sorriso tão hipnotizante lentamente sumindo de seu rosto, seus olhos voltando a se abrir, mostrando suas íris acastanhadas, a imensidão do tom de café forte recebendo um brilho distante, apesar de sua face agora possuir uma feição seria, focada na garota a sua frente.

Ela chamou por você, sua voz doce, arrastada, o nome escapando de seus lábios como uma das melhores melodias que já havia escutado, impossível de se encontrar alguém que pudesse pronuncia-lo tão perfeitamente.

— Sim? — Você murmurou em reflexo, sua voz quase não conseguindo sair de suas cordas vocais.

— Tem outro jeito de achar outra coisa para pensar — MinJi informou em um sussurro, citando a conversa que tiveram minutos atrás.

Fora impossível impedir que seu corpo se inclinasse para frente após aquele comentário, seus olhos tão fixos nos da morena agora intercalando entre ele e seus lábios avermelhados, a sombra da noite não sendo o suficiente para impedir que pudesse decorar cada pequeno detalhe.

Talvez houvesse uma coisa a qual tivesse certeza que queria no momento.

Você queria muito ela.

— Me mostra então — Pediu no mesmo tom anasalado que a garota, sua respiração misturando-se lentamente com a dela, a medida que também inclinou-se para frente.

Não houve muito tempo para se pensar após aquela abertura, MinJi apenas tratou de romper os poucos centímetros que as separavam, nem ao menos questionando o fato de estarem do lado de fora dos dormitórios, aquilo não importava, nada era capaz de ser importante o suficiente para superar o desejo que foi cessado quando seus lábios se tocaram. Você retirou sua mão de cima da garrafa, arrastando-a até o pescoço da garota, ela sentiu o corpo dela se arrepiar quando a deslizou dali até seu rosto, acariciando sua bochecha, garantindo de maneira sutil que não iria se afastar. Uma das mãos de MinJi também quiseram ter aquela certeza, agarrando-se a sua nuca, brincando com seus cabelos levemente emaranhados. Os joelhos de ambas repousavam sobre o chão gélido do corredor, mas quando o seu corpo avançou um pouco mais para frente, o contato foi ainda mais forte, entregando-se ao beijo lento e demorado.

Os lábios de MinJi eram macios, sedosos, como se sua boca estivesse tocando uma pétala de rosa recém colhida, talvez a garota fosse realmente como a flor, qual você tinha medo de se ferir nos espinhos, mas estava hipnotizada demais em sua beleza para negar o encontro.

MinJi era bela por dentro e por fora, enquanto você talvez fosse um mero cravo que crescia escondido no canteiro florido.

Você inclinou sua cabeça, a mão da garota repousando próxima a sua orelha, lhe chamando para mais perto, lhe implorando para se aproximar mais, apesar da física não permitir tal ação. Era difícil desvendar o sabor de seus lábios, uma mistura que brincava como as diversas cores as quais uma flor poderia ter, quando suas bocas se afastaram suavemente, recuperando o ar que nem ao menos parecia importar no momento, você precisou, após alguns segundos lhe provar novamente, suas línguas em uma dança coreografada como as sementes que voavam com o vento, procurando um novo lugar para florescer. Também sentiu algo florescer dentro de si quando encontrou o sabor de morango perdido entre tantos outros, era isso, não eram cerejas, tutti-frutti, hortelã, seus lábios tinham um gosto suave de morango, não daqueles do mercado, mas os colhidos na hora nas plantações, um sabor refrescante, viciante. O perfume adocicado de MinJi entrou por suas narinas quando também elevou seu corpo, o toque da garota agora passando por sua cintura, sua mão apertando levemente a região, lhe prendendo junto a si. Mais uma vez, sentiu medo de se machucar com os espinhos quando seu corpo arrepiou-se com o toque.

Você nunca havia beijado uma garota antes, e não era naquele momento que chegaria naquela conclusão, mas logo teria tempo para descrever tal ato. Era diferente do toque dos homens os quais já se envolveu, apesar de considerar ambos bons, o toque feminino, o toque de MinJi, lhe deixava nas nuvens, suas mãos eram tão macias em seu corpo, seu chamado, apesar de firme, era gentil, frágil, quase como se tivesse medo de machucar alguma de suas pétalas, seu beijo se encaixava perfeitamente no dela.

Apesar da demora daquela ação, daquelas carícias, quando se separaram, você encarou a amiga como se não tivesse tido tempo suficiente, quase como se aqueles minutos tivessem tido a velocidade de apenas alguns segundos, a duração curta demais para percorrer todo aquele novo jardim.

Apesar da rapidez daquela ação, daquelas carícias, em uma velocidade mais lenta o seu cérebro finalmente processou tudo que havia acontecido, o seu olhar sobre a garota a sua frente, de tão entregue perante a rosa se tornou surpreso, assustado, percebendo os espinhos quais havia se enfiado.

Você havia acabado de beijar uma garota, havia acabado de beijar a garota qual estava lhe deixando tão confusa ultimamente, e diferente do que queria que acontecesse, havia gostado.

Estava amarrada pelas voltas que aquele caule dava em torno de si. Estava em um belíssimo apuro, sem precedentes do que viria para o futuro.

Quando você pareceu recobrar a consciência, com seu corpo voltando a sentir o ambiente a seu redor, seu cérebro retornando lentamente ao presente, como quem acabava de descer de um voo, a expressão cômica de Nabi foi a primeira coisa a lhe trazer verdadeiramente para o presente, seus lábios boquiabertos, as sobrancelhas levemente erguidas, os olhos arregalados, em um grande exagero. Sabia que Nabi não a julgaria, sabia que, apesar da mulher amar qualificar qualquer coisa a sua frente, quando se tratava de seus sentimentos, ela jamais faria aquilo.

Nabi apenas garantia que você jamais guardasse para si coisas que a machucassem, e considerando o brilho nos olhos os quais a morena tinha após se lembrar de seu grande amor, estava óbvio que MinJi não era uma delas.

Na verdade, talvez fosse você que machucasse MinJi.

— Eu não acredito — Nabi exclamou após algum tempo, suas mãos agora sobre a mesa a sua frente, pressionadas sobre o material, como se estivesse prestes a embarcar em uma aventura de uma montanha-russa — E então? O que aconteceu? — Questionou afobada — Pelo que eu saiba, você e a “Jiu”, em uma época, sempre eram vistas juntas, como melhores amigas, mas já faz — A garota ponderou um pouco — Uns quatro anos? Que estão afastadas — As palavras saiam rapidamente de sua boca, repassando em sua mente toda a história da amiga, como se dizer aqueles murmúrios fosse mera penalidade pela agilidade de seus pensamentos — O que aconteceu?

Você não teve coragem de amá-la.

Você apenas tinha coragem para ser egoísta.

— Eu não tive coragem de amar ela — Suas cordas vocais pronunciaram pela primeira vez, talvez em sua vida toda, a verdade oculta em sua mente.

— E agora?

— Agora eu tenho — Informou, seus olhos deslizando lentamente para o celular a sua frente. Ela desbloqueou a tela do dispositivo, buscando sua lista telefônica, a qual rapidamente encontrou o número de MinJi ainda guardado da mesma maneira, o coração flutuando a sua frente, como se nunca tivesse tido forças o suficiente para retira-lo, apesar de não saber nem ao menos se ela ainda utilizava tal contato.

— Então o que vai fazer? — Nabi questionou novamente, sua fala ansiosa, diante, do que considerou, a maior obra literária que já viu em sua vida.

Nabi adorava dramas em um romance, enquanto você detestava o gênero, de qualquer forma.

— Eu não sei — Confessou, uma surpresa para as duas garotas solitárias na grande cafeteria, você sempre sabia o que fazer.

Mas nunca soube o que fazer quando se tratava de MinJi.

— Ter coragem não é o suficiente às vezes — Você prosseguiu — Amar — Uma risada sem humor saiu soprada pelos seus lábios — Amar sem dúvidas não é o suficiente — Seus olhos se estristeceram, ainda fixos nos dígitos do contato em seu celular — Eu apenas baguncei a vida dela Nabi, e depois dei o fora.

Você não havia certeza se conseguiria completar aquela frase.

— Às vezes, o melhor que podemos fazer é ficar longe. MinJi está melhor longe de mim.

MinJi estava melhor sem você.

— M-mas — Nabi gaguejou, preocupada, e talvez até mesmo levemente indignada — Amor e coragem são o primeiro passo de muita coisa, não acha? — Questionou — Quer dizer, eles não são tudo, é verdade, mas te fazem... Tentar — Incentivou a amiga — Então, o que você vai fazer?

Você não conseguiria lhe responder aquilo agora.

— Bem — Murmurou, sorrindo para a loira a sua frente, seus olhos finalmente desprendendo-se da tela do celular, um sorriso gentil surgindo em seus lábios, apesar da tristeza que carregava consigo — Vou terminar de tomar o meu café — Completou, fazendo a amiga jogar seu corpo, antes tão atento, quase deitado sobre a mesa, para trás, repousando novamente para sobre o encosto da cadeira.

Agora o seu cappuccino já estava frio demais.

[retrointhenow]

Broken Barrier : Peter Pan X Reader

Author's Notes: This is a story based off one of my recent tiktoks. My tiktok is retrointhenow, the same as my tunblr here! I have tried shifting before and have yet to be successful. I don't have tips for shifting. I'm also not interested in making a part two for this so please don't ask.

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"Come on." I groaned staring at my ceiling. It's been about a week since my last shift to Neverland. Things went exactly as I wanted them, I set my timeline as a nice calm period. I had everything I wanted. The boys were nice, the mermaids haven't tried to drown me yet, and life was good. Recently I've had trouble shifting back, time moved slowly in Neverland compared to my actual reality, but I think Peter is starting to catch on.

There was a two month break between shifts and Peter heavily questioned where I was. Thankfully I was able to blame the met,aids but I couldn't use that excuse again. Sometime I forget that the language dialect is different that what I'm use to so I'll slip up when I'm talking. I think that's part of what gives me away. At least I wrote down in my scripts that my clothing was different.

Finally I was able to relax and dream of Neverland. It's hard to describe how I get there. But it's like someone turns on a light and then I'm there.

The island was hot and humid today. I analyzed the terrain surrounding me and noticed that I wasn't to far from dead man's peak. A long hike back to base camp. Without a doubt Peter knew I have arrived. He knew everything that happened on his island.

"Y/n ? That you?" I heard someone call. I walked toward the voice and Devin ran around a tree.

"Oh hey Dev! Beautiful day today isn't it ?" I smiled and joined him on his duties. Devin was my best friend, without me writing that in. He was the first to greet me and actually welcome me to the island.

The boys were a little skeptical about a girl arriving in Neverland. Of course Wendy was there, but Peter only kept her as collateral for the Darling boys. Peter had no agenda for me though.

"Don't tell him I said this. But I think Pan has been worried about you." Devin picked some berries.

"How so ?" I worked at another bush. Of course I wanted Peter to like me, but I decided to let it happen naturally. It's my own desired reality where I could control anything but I wanted something to feel real. Besides, I want to know how he would really feel about me.

"He's been running around the island searching for you. He's had quite the bad attitude as well." He frowned and stood up. "If I didn't know better, I'd say Pan cares about you." I passed my bowl to him and rolled my eyes.

"I would like to think so, but Peter has quite the attitude without me being present. Besides, we was probably doing his island perimeter checks." My heart swelled with joy at the though. Could he actually like me ? No, no he's too busy. But Devin wouldn't lie to me. Then again he is a boy. Best not to get my hopes up.

Together Devin and I made to long trek back to the camp. We talked about what happened since I left last. Fortunately he was easy to gaslight and confuse about my whereabouts. I just took pieces of what he said and included them into 'my' story about where I was. From what I gathered Felix has been running the camp as Pan hasn't been around recently. Could that be because of me ? No, I'm stretching to read between the lines.

"Hey Y/n, long time no see huh?" Felix greeted me. I felt myself flush with worry.

"Not such a long time. I'm never too far away." I tried to play it off. It's hard to live two realities simultaneously. Sometimes I mix up my realities and say the wrong thing. One time I was talking to my real world friends about Felix, forgetting that he doesn't truly exist.

We all hung around camp for a while, tidying up and finishing up the daily chores Pan had set for the day. Pan had yet to make his grand appearance since I've shown up.

"Rumor had it, Y/n, that Pan is avoiding you." Jack, one of the older boys, nudged me.

"Huh? What do you mean avoiding me ?" I picked my head up from the fire and looked at the lost boy.

"I don't know, but no one has seen you for a good two days. Since then he's had this twisted look on his face. Kinda perplexed." He threw sticks into the fire.

You know the saying " speak of the devil and he shall appear"? I tend to think that's true, cause right after Jack said that Pan waltzed in. Everyone went silent, only the crackling of the bonfire could be heard, Aline with the island creatures too.

"Carry on." Pan said. Slowly the noise picked back up. He walked to his tent. The boys started dancing as the sound of the Pan pipe started. Peter played a slow and mesmerizing rendition of the iconic 3 note Peter Pan melody.

"You should go talk to him." Felix sat next to me. I peeled my eyes open as I started to fall asleep.

"About what ?" Pan continued to play soothing songs. He knows how much I love listening to him play.

"Come on. I'm not stupid. I know you like him, and I believe with a best friends intuition that he likes you to." He gave me a comforting smile.

"It would never work anyway." I shrugged.

"You never know. He fronts whoever he's near you. Tries to act tough. But behind closed huts, he thinks about you." Felix stood up and brought me with him. "If things don't work out you can alway, according to Pan "go back to your world". " I felt my body stiffen. No way. I mean, yes Pan somehow knows everything, but he can't know about my world. Or that I even exist outside of Neverland. Might have to make a note about that when I wake up.

I drug myself to Pan's hut and nervously opened the tarp.

"Need some company?" I poked my head in.

"I think you're gonna come in anyway." He sat his flute down and walked to his desk.

"Observant I see." I fully stepped into his room. I had seen his hut before but never fully pictured it. He had a small bed and a decent desk cluttered with papers. He whisked his arm over the desk and the parchment disappeared, most likely to his desk in the Thinking Tree. The thinking tree is his actual home, he only stays in the camp hut for temporary reasons.

"Is there something I can help you with ?" He sighed and turned towards me. Looking directly at me for the first time today. His Forrest green eyes searched my being. I made my way around the hut before sitting on the twin sized bed.

"You haven't spoken to me today." I crossed my legs and cleaned the dirt from under my fingernails. I heard the creaking of his wooden desk from him sitting on it.

"Where do you go ? When you leave here ?"

"I don't-"

"Bullshit." He stopped me. "I know everything Y/n. You often forget that." I folded my hands together and chewed on my lip.

"Something's are unknowable. Even unexplainable." I held my breath and hoped he wouldn't be able to figure anything out. He cracked a smile, he got me. I know magic can pass through the fairytale realms, even to a place where magic certainly doesn't exist ?

"I know you're not really here. In Neverland. You go somewhere else when you disappear for days at a time. Especially that time you left for two weeks. I feel it." He hopped off the desk and walked towards me.

"I'm right here. Sitting in front of you. You're looking right at me." I challenged him. If I learned one thing, it was how to battle with Pan, verbal and physical. I felt my face heat up, my tell.

"I might be looking at you Y/n, but I'm not seeing you. You have this thousand yard stare and sometimes it's like you're not even here." Thousand yard stare ? I just get lost in my own mind sometimes. Unfortunately I fell weak to Peter Pan, no matter what. I could hang with Peter and his games just long enough but I always fell short just before the finish line. Always fumbling the bag.

"You always knew too much for your own good." I smiled sadly. Would I break his heart if I told him he wasn't real in my life ? Even though I had been visiting Neverland for months it felt like years. I felt like I had a second family, I had real fun being with the boys, living in a land of magic was indeed enchanting.

"I know that if we lived in the same reality that maybe we could be together like you want." He stroked my hair and lifted my head to look at him. I tried my hardest to not look at him. He knew, and it broke my heart instead. "Look at me Y/n." I slowly dragged my eyes to look at him, tears filled my waterline.

"Do you think that could actually happen ? Us being together if I was truly here ?" My voice faltered with each word. It feels wrong to ask that. Knowing it's not real to me. I have a real life, not this made up fabricated dream world.

He had moved his index finger from under my chin to my cheek to cup it. He gently stroked his thumb across the area, catching a stray tear. "I think friends don't look at each other the way we do unless we wanted something more." His voice was soft and soothing.

I leaned into his touch and closed my eyes. Everything felt so real. "It could never work. It wouldn't be real. For either of us." His other hand held mine.

"For what it's worth. It feels real when we're together."

So was it wrong for us to lead each other on like that ? Pretending what we had was real ? Maybe so, but neither of us had been happier than in the moments we spent together.

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But eventually I went back to my reality and left Peter in his. I still get visions in my dream of him, but that's all they are. I haven't even tried to shift in months. But we knew this would happen at some point. You can't postpone the inevitable. Now it's time to move on. Move on from something that never truly happened.

Peter's POV

"She's not coming back. Is she?" Felix stood next to me, staring at her empty hut.

"No. But she'll never forget us. We're always going to be a part of her." Felix nodded and walked off to join the other boys. I'll find where she came from, I'll search for her and bring her back.

Until then I'll watch her hut. Waiting for her to walk out, waiting for her to come home.

[latteunwoo]

darl+ing - knight in shining armor (semi-written)

SYNOPSIS: "friends see my feed and worry, do you, babe?" it's been a little over a year since you and dino broke up. although you seem to have clearly moved on already, dino on the other hand is still hung up on you. during the first few months after your breakup, dino has said that he was already over you however recently it seems like his true feelings are showing.

*WARNINGS: violence, mention of blood, character has a panic attack, foul language, dino protecting his girl FR

[y/n's pov]

"Stay right here, okay? I'm just going to get you some water," Minghao said as I nodded and leaned against the wall behind me.

As I was scrolling through my phone while waiting for Hao, I felt the air next to me grow warmer. I looked up to see one of the players Neo Tech standing in front of me.

"Um, hi?" I said more as a question than a statement.

"You wanna dance?" the boy asked as I could already smell the alcohol on him.

"No, I think I'm good," I said as I tried to walk away but he grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall, "L-let go of me."

"I don't take 'no' for an answer, sweatheart."

"I said, let go of-" Before I could finish my sentence the boy was ripped off of me and pushed hard against the wall next to me.

Once I could comprehend what was happening, I looked over to see Dino with his fists pulling the boy's collar as he had him against the wall. "She told you to let go."

The boy laughed, "Well, well, well, looks like Prince Charming is here to save the day. Or is he? We're on your turf, which means you can't hit me or else you're off the team."

Dino's jaw clenched harder, "Wanna bet?"

The boy laughed as he pushed Dino off of him, "You won't."

Before any more words could be exchanged and I could process what was happening next, the two boys were throwing punches at each other.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Stop it!" Seungcheol yelled as him and Mingyu pulled the two boys apart, "You're on my grounds. You have some fucking nerve to lay a hand on her like that. Let's go, you're out of here."

As Seungcheol dragged the boy out, Mingyu held Dino back as he tried to have another go at the boy. Once they were out of sight and my body & brain had proccessed what happened, I instantly fell to the ground.

"Y/N!" I heard Dino say as he pryed himself out of Mingyu's grip and ran towards me, "Hey, are you okay?"

I couldn't even put a proper sentence together, my hands were shaking really badly, my head was spinning, and it started to feel like I couldn't breathe.

"C'mon, let's get you out of here first," he said as he quickly carried me bridal style outside where there were less people around us.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry," I managed to say as Dino sat me down on the curb and the tears started rolling down my face.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay. Just breathe," he said as I felt his hands cup my face softly, "Just look at me and breathe. Can you do that for me?"

I softly nodded as I looked up at him and inhaled and exhaled along with him.

"There we go. Good girl," he said as he smiled and I just kept looking at him.

I've been so busy trying to hate and avoid him that I had forgotten how calming those eyes always were. Dino knows just as much as Joshua how bad my panic attacks can get and how to calm me down, but somehow Dino was always better at it.

"Hey, don't cry anymore, it's okay," Dino said as he used his thumbs to softly wipe my tears away that I didn't realize were falling down my cheeks.

As I snapped out of it, I noticed the blood dripping down his face from a cut on his forehead, "You're hurt..." I shakily reached my hand up to the cut on his forehead.

Before I could get a closer look, he stopped my wrist, "I-I'm fine. Don't worry about me. All that matters is that you're okay."

"Dino, you're hurt... because of me."

"Y/N, I promised you when we were in kindergarten that I will always be there to protect you. I know I broke that promise once but I'm not going to break it again. I'd literally do anything for you."

"Dino-"

"Shh, it's okay. You don't have to say anything. Let's just get you home."

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[fandomhcs]

dating bo dennis would include:

so sex is a thing. a thing that happens just….so much. bo is a succubus, there is an inherent sexuality there that she can’t ignore. she can, contrary to popular belief, get into a relationship with someone where there is no sex at all. it would be a struggle for her, especially if you aren’t fully okay with her feeding off of other people. but bo’s heart is five times the size of her and so if she falls in love with you? her heart is yours, pal. she will love you to the fullest. 

but, yeah, sex. in bed, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, on the floor, in the Dal, everywhere you’re willing. it is never boring with bo, either. even when the two of you aren’t experimenting with some wild new toy, bo is a giving, passionate lover. she’ll hyper focus on your enjoyment, giving you the time of your life before ever letting you return the favor. she won’t complain when you do, however. she likes being taken care of just as much as she enjoys taking care of you. its no fun if she’s always in charge, or you are. the give and the take, the surprise, the chaos is what she loves.

being with bo is like dating a wildfire. warm and inviting, but headstrong and occasionally destructive. she is a fighter, she loves doing what she does and she needs someone who can handle the job she has. but for everytime you have to patch up hole in the wall from her tossing this weeks big bad through it, there are times where the two of you get to curl up on the couch and toss popcorn at the tv when romcoms get dumb.

she is a sucker for a fun time, fair dates and amusement parks and paintball, even. hell, if you’re willing she’ll even love to spar with you. with bo things are never boring. sure, the two of you have plenty of chill, quiet moments, but the fun never really ends. especially if kenzi is in town. 

her favorite dates are the dates where she gets to let loose with you, and see you let loose. to toss away the responsibilities of the day and have a blast. to her, you are never more beautiful than with that sparkle in your eye, that wide smile on your face. she can’t get enough of it.

her place always full of warm, fun colors and pop music/ expect lots of impromptu dance parties and duets in the kitchen while making dinner. expect flour handprints on your ass and cookie dough on the ceiling while trying to bake because you tossed a chocolate chip at her and retaliation is a must. expect warm kisses, tasting of chocolate chip cookies and her. giggles lost to her lips against yours, both of you unable to stop smiling for hours after. pizza and movie nights, game nights with the whole gang ending in way too much booze and somebody getting tackled, random road trips to your favorite secret spots.

she both loves and hates feeding off of you. loves it when its in the midst of passion and love making, in the warmth of her bed or yours. somewhere safe. but she hates it when there’s blood dripping down her chest and bruises marring her skin, because the draw of your chi is sometimes too much. she feels too much for you, loves you too much, needs you too much. it feels dangerous, how much she cares for you. but you trust her so completely that she can’t help but lean into that. your faith in her is never wavering, and it is the single thing that keeps her going on her bad days.

whenever her heart breaks, when she hates herself and what she’s done, you’re her rock. her reason to shuck off the death and stigma of being a succubus and instead focus on being bo. just bo dennis. you remind her that yes, she is a succubus and that’s nothing to be ashamed of. but in that scary, world ending power of hers there is the ability to save the world instead of hurting it. she is a hero, no matter how she feels of her bad days. no matter how bad things get, you help her keep fighting to save people. to help the little guy. to have hope and to love as hard as she can.

she is a river of compliments and support. she’ll never, not for a single second, let you forget how much she loves you. your heart, your body, your mind. you fascinate her, you inspire her and she’ll never let you hear the end of it. all self doubt is met with her gentle smile, her hands running through your hair and her arms wrapping around you.

fights do happen occasionally. she’s stubborn and impulsive. plus most likely she can’t exclusively feed off of you which can be a problem sometimes. but usually she’s willing to compromise and work things out with you. there isn’t much that will scare her away, and she never wants to let an argument ruin what you two have built. and if you are willing to meet her in the middle and talk things out with her when you feel bad about something, there’s really not gonna be too many big fights.

all and all being with bo is just fun, as playful and energetic as it is passionate and romantic. she’s a great girlfriend. 10/10