#then again he just wants peoples eyes on him that the whole point of this thing

[vladtoly]

Thanos the Match Maker

Nam-gyu x Female!Reader

Requested: Yes

Proofread: No

A/N: Hope this is what you had in mind! I had to re-watch some of his scenes to get a feel for him again, so I hope I did it justice. Thanks for requesting!

You stared at the boxed meal in front of you, eyeing it warily before going back to your bunk. Surely, they wouldn’t poison all of you right? It seemed that their whole play was being ‘fair’ in the games, so poisoning had to be off the table. Even with that thought though, you inspected each piece of food before taking a bite.

While slowly eating, you let your eyes wander the dorms. Everyone was obviously rattled, most not even touching their food. A large group of them stood in front of Player 456 to interrogate him about the last games. Just for his own sake, you wished he had stayed quiet. You understood he was attempting to save everyone, but he was preaching to the wrong audience. None of these people wanted to leave without money, and it was very clear that no sum of it would be enough.

You looked back down at your food. Sighing, you stopped inspecting and just ate. If you died, you died, at least you wouldn’t be hungry.

Footsteps began to approach your bunk, catching your attention. You looked up just in time to see Thanos and his sidekicks in tow, Player 124 opting for leaning on your bunk railing. Your eyes met for a split second, you looking away when he gave a slight smirk.

“How can I help you boys?” You said, attention going back to your meal.

Thanos leaned forward, his elbows on the mattress as he rested his head in his hands to get a better look at you. “Couldn’t help but notice you alone. It’s not very safe in here, you may need a guy to protect you in the next game.”

Letting out a snort, you continued to pick at your food. “Not in the market for a bodyguard, thanks. I don’t need your help.”

“Who said I was talking about me, Senorita?”

Now that caught your attention. This guy didn’t like to be out of the spotlight, so this should be good.

You looked up, meeting his gaze. “And who exactly are you talking about?”

He slid back so he was fully standing, smacking a firm hand on Player 124’s shoulder. He seemed to know just as little about this interaction as you did, if his shell-shocked expression were to mean anything. “My boy here! Nam-gyu can protect you no problem.”

Nam-gyu quickly collected himself, going back to his usual expression as he leaned back onto the bunk railing. He leaned in close, his breath almost touching your face as he spoke. “We don’t know what the next game’s going to be. But what I can tell you now is that I’d make sure you’re safe, baby.”

You raised a slight brow at the pet name but felt your cheeks warm at it at the same time. However, you couldn’t let this guy win that easily. It’s not like he’s been a delight up until this point.

You met his gaze and cocked your head to the side. “Oh really? And how do you plan to keep me safe if we don’t know the game, hm?”

“Well,” he opted to sit on the edge of the bunk, resting his hand on the mattress. His face had moved closer. “I may not know what the game is, but if you stay close, I’ll personally make sure nothing happens to you. We may even have a little fun, who knows?”

Your gaze studied the rest of his face, pores and all. Then it moved to the rest of him, eyeing up if he really could protect you. You realized he was hitting on you, the goal was to get closer to you, which you admit was working.  But you wouldn’t mind some extra help next game if it was needed.

When you were content, you made eye contact again. “Fine. Meet me at my bunk tomorrow morning, before the next round.”

He chuckled, moving his hand off the mattress and onto your thigh. “Or you could come eat with us now, get to know each other better.”

You couldn’t deny how your stomach flipped at the touch. Yet you cleared your throat and slowly moved his hand. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, baby. Maybe I’ll come by in a bit.”

He seemed content with that as his face split into a grin and he finally stood up. When he turned though, he realized Thanos and the other player had already wandered off, probably during your conversation. He scoffed but made a point to nod to you before going in search of them.

You laughed lightly, before looking at your lap, where your half-eaten food still sat open.

Fuck it. Might as well have fun if you might die anyways.

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Squid Game headcannon/blurb requests are OPEN!

[faithsotherhouseofchaos]

Breast reduction surgery||Charles leclerc x fem!reader

Summary— Charles loves your breast so when you decide to tell him that you’re thinking about a reduction surgery he feels like his world is ending.

Word count —589

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon in Charles’ apartment, the kind of day that begged for nothing more than lounging on the couch and ignoring the world. He was half-watching a football match, the sound of commentators filling the space as he absentmindedly scrolled on his phone. Beside him, Y/N was curled up, legs tucked beneath her, scrolling through her phone with a focused look on her face.

Out of nowhere, she sighed, set her phone down, and said casually, “I think I’m finally going to do it.”

Charles looked up, brow furrowing. “Do what?”

She didn’t even glance at him. “Get a breast reduction.”

It took him a moment to process the words. He blinked, sat up straighter, and turned to her with wide eyes. “Hold on. What now?”

Y/N finally looked at him, her expression calm but resolute. “I’ve been thinking about it for years, and I think it’s time. My back can’t take it anymore.”

Charles stared at her like she’d just suggested selling their firstborn child. “Your back? When did this become about your back?”

“Always,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Charles, you know this. I’ve been complaining for ages.”

He leaned back, waving a hand dismissively. “You’ve complained, sure, but I just thought it was, like, normal life complaining. Not surgery-level complaining!”

“Charles,” she said firmly, her tone laced with both patience and warning.

He sat up, his full attention now on her. “You’re seriously thinking about just… getting rid of them? Like, just like that?”

“Yes.”

“But…” He gestured dramatically at her chest. “You can’t just get rid of them! They’re—” He paused, grasping for the right word. “They’re iconic!”

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose, already regretting bringing this up while he was awake. “Charles. I’m in pain all the time. My shoulders have permanent dents from my bra straps, I can’t go running without strapping myself in like a gladiator, and every button-up shirt I own gapes open like it’s crying for help.”

“Okay,” he said, raising a hand to stop her. “But—”

“And bras?” she interrupted. “Do you know how much I spend on bras? A hundred bucks each, minimum. And they’re not even cute. They’re functional. Like, ‘industrial scaffolding’ functional.”

Charles blinked at her, his lips parting like he wanted to argue but couldn’t find the words. Finally, he said weakly, “But… you look great in them.”

“Oh my god.” She threw her hands up, exasperated. “This is not about how I look, Charles. It’s about how I feel. And I feel like I’m carrying around a couple of bowling balls every day of my life.”

He frowned, leaning forward as if he could reason his way out of this. “But what about us?”

“What about us?”

“Our dynamic! The… the whole…” He gestured at her chest again, like it was a key player in their relationship. “You know, vibe.”

“Charles,” she said flatly. “They’re boobs.”

“Not just boobs,” he argued. “They’re your boobs. They’re a part of you. A part of us!”

She stared at him, deadpan. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m serious!” He stood up, pacing in front of the couch now. “Do you know how many people would kill for what you’ve got? And you’re just gonna… throw them away like an old sweater?”

“Okay, first of all, ew. And second of all, you’re being dramatic.”

He stopped pacing to point at her. “I’m not being dramatic. I’m being honest. You’re about to break the hearts of an entire fanbase—”

“Your fanbase,” she corrected, raising an eyebrow.

“Exactly!”

Y/N let out a disbelieving laugh. “Charles, I’ve made up my mind. This isn’t about you, or your ‘fanbase,’ or even how I look. It’s about me being able to live my life without constant pain and discomfort.”

He deflated a little at that, sinking back onto the couch. “But what if you regret it?”

“I won’t.”

“But what if you do?” he pressed. “What if one day you wake up and think, ‘Wow, my life was so much better when Charles was worshiping the temple of—’”

She picked up a throw pillow and smacked him in the face with it. He caught it with a grin, but his eyes were still slightly pleading.

“Charles,” she said, softer now. “I appreciate that you love me exactly as I am. But this isn’t about you.”

He sighed dramatically, flopping backward on the couch. “Fine. But just so you know, I’m going to miss them. Like… a lot.”

“Noted,” she said dryly.

“Maybe I’ll throw a farewell party,” he added. “You know, invite some friends over. We’ll say our goodbyes properly.”

Y/N laughed despite herself, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love me,” he said smugly, pulling her back onto the couch and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“Unfortunately.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment before Y/N got up to grab a glass of water. Charles pulled out his phone and began typing into the search bar: “Can boobs grow back after surgery?”

She glanced back at him from the kitchen, catching the guilty look on his face.

“Charles!”

“What? I’m just… curious!”

“Unbelievable,” she muttered, but there was a smile tugging at her lips, drinking the water and setting the glass down on the counter as she walked back over to Charles.

“Hey!” Charles says as y/n snatches the phone out of Charles's hands her own hands cupped his face “It’ll be okay Charles. It’s not the end of the world baby, you know that right?” You ask.

“Of course I know that but I just love them so much,” Charles says, reaching up to cup her breast feeling the weight of them.

“Can I fuck them?” Charles asked out of nowhere.

“Charles!”

“What can’t blame me for asking” he says smiling holding his hands up defensively.

“You know what I don’t see why not”

[chancloud8]

CHAPTER 2

series masterlist

Pairing: OT8 x reader

Word Count: 4,8k

Tags: bodyguard!ot8, idol!reader, banter

Summary: you're still resisting your new bodyguards and while there seems to be a brat war going on between minho, seungmin and you, you slowly warm up to some of the others. a/n: I nearly deleted the whole chapter and started over like six times while writing this lmao. I hope you like it <3

With Chan and Minho on your heels you storm into Yoona’s office without knocking. Luckily for you she’s not in a meeting nor is she on the phone or she would have probably fired your ass on the spot. Your manager looks up from her computer and frowns at you.

‘Where’s the fire, Nabi?’ 

‘Don’t Nabi me,’ you hiss, balling your fist to stop yourself from angrily pointing at her. You might be angry, but you still respect the woman. 

‘Ah, so you’re that mad at me,’ Yoona sighs, crossing her arms as she leans back in her chair. ‘Go on then, give me your worst.’ 

You grit your teeth and look over your shoulder at your two future bodyguards, pondering if you should really give Yoona a piece of your mind with them present. Chan looks worried, but when you meet Minho’s gaze he just raises his eyebrows at you, fueling your anger. 

‘They are not moving in with me,’ you growl, taking a step forward to create distance between you and the two men. ‘You can’t force this on me.’ 

Yoona stays silent, knowing you well enough that this won’t be all. 

‘You want them to follow me around all day, fine, but I’m not being watched twenty four seven, Yoon. Even Faris isn’t with me at night now, so why should they?’ 

‘Yeah and look what happened, some lunatic tried to break into your house,’ Minho mumbles. 

‘I moved!’ you yell, turning around to glare at him. 

Minho isn’t impressed and once again raises his eyebrows at you. ‘And you think that no one will find out your new address? I’m sorry to break your bubble, Princess, but stalkers are named just that for a reason and you have some real messed up fans.’ 

‘I also bought a new fancy security system,’ you cross your arms, not breaking your eye contact with him. 

‘Even those can fail, Y/N,’ Chan says, stepping forward with his hands raised as if he’s trying to show you he means no harm. ‘If something really happens it still takes a few minutes for someone to reach you.’ 

He has a point, but you’re not going to give up this easily. 

‘I’ll get a guard dog then,’ you shrug, only partly bluffing. 

Minho snorts and shakes his head. ‘You’re impossible you know, you should be grateful.’ 

‘Grateful?’ you laugh humorlessly. ‘Sure buddy, I’m oh so grateful that I’ll lose even more of my privacy.’ 

They really don’t get it, do they? As an idol you already have little to no privacy, your life being led by your manager and the company you signed under while the media and your fans watch your every move. You love the life, your fans and even the hard work you have to put in, but sometimes the sacrifices still hurt. Sometimes you wish you could experience normal life again, like going to the grocery store or the mall without security or people following you around. 

Minho glares at you and opens his mouth to say something else, but Chan steps in front of him. ‘And we understand,’ he says softly, smiling kindly at you. 

‘Well, I don’t,’ Minho grumbles. 

‘We do,’ Chan keeps his eyes on you as he speaks. ‘I know it will be a sacrifice to share your home with us, but Faris and Yoona picked this house for a reason.’ 

You glance at Yoona and she nods. 

‘It might be a big house, but I’ll still know you’re there. I’ll never be home alone. I won’t be able to walk around in my underwear in my own fucking home or dance on the table while eating ice cream straight out of the carton.’ 

‘You still can if you want to,’ Chan grins. ‘But I get your point and I promise you that we’ll try to be as invisible as possible.’ 

‘There must be another way? Can’t you take turns guarding my door or something?’ you try again. 

‘Selfish much,’ Minho says under his breath and this time Chan also glares at him. 

Anger starts to bubble up in your belly again, but before you can even think about yelling some more, Yoona appears next to you. She wraps her arms around you and presses a kiss against your temple.

'Just get over it, darling, this is happening.’ she says. ‘Now go home and enjoy the peace and quiet while you still can. Tomorrow Minho, Felix and Hyunjin will join you for training and by this weekend they will all move in.’ 

You open your mouth to protest some more, but Yoona is already walking back to her desk, letting you know that this conversation is over. You know her well enough to know that no matter what you say or how much you beg, she won’t change her mind on this. When you risk to glance at the men, Minho grins at you and Chan smiles. 

‘Fuck my life,’ you mutter. 

****

You don't talk to any of the men again and just ask Faris to take you home so you can spend the rest of the day mopping in your room filled with unpacked boxes while Faris sits downstairs doing god knows what.

The next day you feel a little better and when you eat your breakfast you text Jisung.

You: Sorry about storming out yesterday.

Jisung:You’re already forgiven (by me at least)

You: Tell Minho to leave his judgement at home

Jisung:How did you know I was with him?

You:Lucky guess. Will you be at the company today?

Jisung:Yes, I'm already on my way. Chan is picking you up.

You frown at your phone and look at Faris who's reading the paper across from you while sipping his tea.

'You’re not coming with me today?' You ask him, pushing away your half eaten bowl of porridge.

Faris looks up with a smile. 'Ji-a has an appointment I'd like to be at, so I asked Chan to be with you until I'm back.'

'Oh, of course,' you give him a small smile in return. 'You should definitely be with Ji-a.'

Faris folds up the paper. 'It will be good for you to spend some time with him, Nabi, just give him a chance.'

'Yeah, okay,' you nod. 'I'll try.'

‘Good,’ Faris smiles. ‘I’m sure you’ll grow to love them.’

‘We’ll see,’ you smile back. ‘Chan and Jisung seem really nice at least.’ 

When the man beams at you, you promise yourself you’ll try to be a bit easier on the whole situation, if only to make Faris happy. 

Chan arrives shortly after you clean up your breakfast and you quickly grab your bag and trusty water bottle, trying very hard not to stare at how good he looks in his dark blue suit. It's a crime really and you already know that one of these days he’s going to catch you staring. 

‘You ready?’ Chan asks.

You nod and wave at Faris. ‘Give Ji-a my love.’ 

‘Will do, Nabi. Try and not piss off too many people today, yeah?’ 

You laugh. ‘Can’t make any promises, but I’ll try.’

Chan chuckles as he holds open the front door for you. ‘Should I warn the others?’ 

You shrug as you follow him to the car, already taking out your phone to text Jisung you’re on your way. He quickly replies with a thumbs up. 

‘Why don’t you sit next to me?’ Chan asks when you reach the car. ‘I’d like to talk a bit if that’s alright.’ 

‘Oh, sure,’ you nod before walking around the car to get to the other side. 

The smell of coffee and sandalwood hits your nose as you get into the passenger seat and you smile in surprise. There’s two to go cups on the dashboard and the sandalwood must either be Chan’s cologne or some sort of car perfume. It smells nice. 

Chan sits down behind the wheel and when you’re buckled up he reaches for one of the coffee cups and hands it to you. ‘Faris said you like cappuccino.’ 

Your mouth forms a surprised ‘oh’ and you happily wrap your fingers around the cup. ‘Thank you,’ you smile genuinely at him. ‘Caffeine is the way to my heart.’ 

Chan chuckles and starts the car. ‘I’ll remember that.’ 

You take a sip of your coffee and close your eyes when the creamy taste of a perfect cappuccino hits your tongue. 

‘Where did you get this?’ you ask Chan, twisting the cup in your hand to look for a logo or anything that will tell you where it’s from. 

‘It’s self made,’ Chan says, his eyes on the road. ‘Do you like it?’ 

Your eyes widen in surprise and you take another sip, nodding happily. ‘You made it? It's delicious.’ 

‘No, I don’t like coffee, but we have a fancy coffee machine at our dorm. The guys are very particular about their coffee and prefer to make their own.’

‘I guess that will be one pro about you moving in,’ you sigh. ‘So who made it then?’ 

‘If I tell you, will you tell them thank you?’ 

You look at Chan with narrowed eyes, taking notice of the grin on his face. 

‘It’s Minho isn’t it?’ 

‘Yes, he’s the coffee king in our dorm.’ 

‘Damnit,’ you mutter. 

Chan laughs and you can’t help but smile. His laugh is adorable and you notice he giggles a lot too. It doesn’t fit his bad boy image, but you like it. 

‘So, will you?’ Chan asks, looking at you. 

‘Thank him? Hmm probably not.’ 

‘Why not?’ 

You snort. ‘He’s a brat.’ 

‘He says the same thing about you,’ Chan smiles. 

‘Of course he does,’ you roll your eyes and take another sip of your coffee. ‘He’s lucky he makes good coffee.’ 

‘He’s also a really good dancer.’ 

‘And you’re not just saying this cause you’re biased?’ 

Chan laughs again and damnit you could get used to that sound. ‘I probably am, but both Minho and Hyunjin danced professionally before they joined the program. Minho has even toured before.’ 

You blink at that piece of information and purse your lips. He must be good if he toured with an idol before, they don’t just hire anybody. 

‘What about Felix?’ you ask, steering the conversation away from Minho. 

‘He mostly danced for fun, but took a preference to martial arts. He’s very flexible and I’ve been told he picks up choreography crazy fast.’ 

All of this makes you very curious to see the three of them in action in a bit and a small part of you secretly hopes that they’re not as good as Chan and Yoona say, because if they are, it gives you one less reason to dislike them and you’re not ready to make friends with either of the men that are rooting up your privacy. 

During the rest of the ride you stay silent, looking out of the window and humming along with the music Chan puts on. He doesn’t push you to talk and you’re grateful for that. Chan seems great and you’re sure that in time you’ll get along splendidly, but for now you simply refuse to make too much of an effort and if that makes you the brat Minho thinks you are, so be it. 

The company building looms up before you and you quickly finish up your coffee as Chan maneuvers the car into the parking garage. As soon as the car stands still, you open the door and jump out, not waiting for Chan. 

‘Y/N!’ Chan calls out after you. ‘Wait up!’ 

You ignore him and press the button for the elevator, tapping your foot as you wait for the doors to open. Luck isn’t on your side and it doesn’t take long before footsteps sound behind you. Gritting your teeth in annoyance, you turn around to face Chan while trying to decide if you should apologize for running or not. 

Your eyes widen when you’re not met with Chan’s face. 

‘I knew you’d be a runner,’ Seungmin says, shaking his head like he’s disappointed to be proven right. 

Before you can argue, Chan appears beside him, frowning and holding your water bottle in his hands. Shit. The look on Chan’s face actually makes you feel guilty for running out on him like that.

‘I’m sorry,’ you say. ‘I–’

‘Are you though?’ Seungmin interrupts you, crossing his arms. 

You glare at him. ‘I am actually, stop being a–’ 

‘A little brat like you?’ a new voice pipes up. ‘That’s impossible.’ 

Minho. Of course. 

You roll your eyes at him and turn to face the elevator again. ‘Please, I just walked to the elevator without Chan, if that makes me a brat, it makes you a bit of a drama queen don’t you think.’ 

A hand grabs your wrist and pulls so you have to turn around. 

‘I don’t,’ Minho glowers at you. ‘We are here for a reason and you better start to accept it soon or one of these days something will actually happen.’ 

‘Min,’ Chan puts his hand on Minho’s shoulder. ‘Let’s all calm down here.’ 

The elevator doors finally open and you pull your wrist out of Minho’s grip and get inside, pushing the button for the second floor. 

‘Yes, calm your ass down, nothing happened,’ you mumble in their direction. ‘I was without Chan for about ten seconds.’ 

‘That’s all it can take,’ Seungmin says, standing beside you. 

Chan gives you a pleading look as if to say ‘please don’t fight this.’ 

You hold up your hands in surrender, but you don’t say anything. The tension in the elevator is thick and you're glad it’s only a short ride up. Minho leaves without saying anything else and you’re already dreading dance training later. 

‘Come on,’ Chan says, gently placing his hand on your back and pushing you in the direction of your studio. ‘I think we need to have a proper talk.’ 

Seungmin follows and you can’t help but throw him an annoyed look over your shoulder. He just rolls his eyes at you and you grit your teeth, looking ahead again. You might try with Chan and Jisung, but Seungmin and Minho could bite your ass. 

‘Here,’ Chan says, handing you your water bottle. ‘You left this when you jumped out in a hurry.’ 

You open your mouth to apologize, but Chan shakes his head and gives you a sad smile. ‘No need to apologize when you don’t really mean it. I’ll earn your trust eventually.’ 

God damnit, why does this man need to have such adorable puppy eyes and cute dimples you want to poke with your finger. 

'Good morning!' Jisung greets you with a grin when you step into his office. He’s behind his desk that’s littered with papers, two cups of coffee and an empty bowl that probably held ramen if you guessed the smell that lingers in the room correctly. ‘How are we feeling today?’ 

‘She already ran away from Channie Hyung,’ Seungmin says as he drops down on the couch. 

You groan in annoyance. ‘I don’t think you can count walking ahead to the elevator as running away, but okay.’ 

‘You still should have waited for me,’ Chan says, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. ‘I don’t care that we’re inside your company, you need to stick close to at least one of us at all times.’ 

‘Okay,’ Jisung claps his hands. ‘I see you’re all feeling fine on this beautiful morning, but I haven’t had enough coffee yet for arguing.’ 

‘Preach,’ you mumble, sharing a grin with your new assistant. 

‘You had two coffees already,’ Chan frowns, eying the two cups on the desk. 

‘One actually, the other one was Minho’s,’ Jisung says and he chuckles when you pull a face at his name. ‘How about we all take a little time to wake up some more. Maybe you guys can get us some more coffee while I talk with Y/N here about some of the rules we came up with?’ 

‘Rules? Jisung, come on, I thought you were on my side here,’ you sigh, pouting at him. ‘I’m not a child, you don’t have to give me rules.’ 

‘Apparently we do,’ Seungmin says. 

‘You’re really getting on my nerves here, buddy,’ you glower at him. ‘If anything it’s behaviour like yours and Minho’s that sets me off, so how about I give you some rules of my own huh?’ 

Seungmin snorts and cocks his head. ‘You have no say in this, missy, you’re not our boss.’ 

Jisung quickly grabs your arm when you’re about to jump forward. 

‘Minnie, get the fuck out of here,’ Jisung says, pointing to the door with a serious look on his face. ‘You’re not helping.’ 

‘Yeah, minnie,’ you grin. ‘Don’t let the door hit you on your way out.’ 

Seungmin just laughs and stands up, holding your gaze. ‘Sure thing, but remember that I’ll be watching you closely, little fly.’ 

‘Seungmin,’ Chan’s voice sounds stern and you grin at him, waving sweetly. 

‘Bye now.’ 

‘You know you’re not helping, right?’ Jisung chuckles, letting go of your arm as Seungmin and Chan disappear into the hallway. 

‘I know, he just brings out the worst in me I guess,’ you admit with a grimace. ‘You might have already gathered this, but I don’t really like to be told what to do and I’m very stubborn.’ 

‘You don’t say,’ Jisung gasps, acting like he’s surprised. 

‘Oh shut up,’ you laugh. ‘You would be too when you’re a famous idol with no real say about basically anything you do. I can’t really act out about it, because I chose to be here and I’m grateful about it too, but sometimes it just gets too much you know. I guess you guys are just an easy target for me to lash out at, at the moment.’ You blink when you realize what you just told him and clear your throat. ‘I didn’t mean to drop that on you, sorry.’ 

‘Don’t be,’ Jisung says, grabbing your hand and giving it a little squeeze. ‘I’m glad you did. I can’t even imagine the pressure you must be under constantly and us coming in after what I think is a pretty scary moment in your life, probably doesn’t help.’ 

‘Not really, but maybe Minho was right and I should be a bit more grateful, at least towards my company, that they care enough about me to hire a shit load of bodyguards.’

‘Maybe,’ Jisung smiles. 

‘If you tell Minho I said that, I will kick your ass,’ you threaten. ‘I’m nowhere near ready to be nice to him.’ 

Jisung laughs and holds up his hands. ‘My lips are sealed, I’m just glad you’ve seemed to accept me at least.’ 

‘You’re very easy to like,’ you shrug. ‘And maybe it helps that you also pose as my assistant, so it feels less like you’re watching my every move.’ 

Jisung hums. ‘Maybe, but I’ll be with you just as much, if not more.’ 

For some reason that thought doesn’t bother you as much and you sigh, leaning against the desk. ‘Well, since I like you right now, let me apologize in advance for when I’m in a mood. Caffeine and food usually helps though.’

‘Good to know, are you ready to go over some of our rules now?’ 

‘What if I say no?’ 

Jisung chuckles. ‘I’ll email them to you, print them out and hang them all over your studio and I’ll keep texting you until you read it anyway.’ 

While you only just met him yesterday, you somehow know he would actually do all that. 

‘Fine, tell me.’ 

‘It’s pretty simple actually. You’re not to go anywhere with at least one of us present, even inside the company.’ 

You make a face, but don’t interrupt as Jisung continues. 

‘If you need to go to the bathroom we won’t go in with you obviously, but other than that you shouldn’t be alone unless it’s in the comfort of your own bedroom of course. If you want to go out, just tell us in advance so we can scout the area if needed and make sure there’s enough security. When you want to go somewhere with Felix, Hyunjin or Minho, someone else still needs to go with you so your fans will know you always have a bodyguard.’

‘I’m sorry, I know I’ve asked this a million times already, but is this really necessary? You talk like I’m a fucking royal in line for the throne.’ 

Jisung shrugs. ‘Until Chan and Yoona feel the threats against you are down and there are no more assaults, yes we do think it’s necessary. I know it seems excessive, but trust me that you’re not the only idol who gained a team of bodyguards.’ 

Somehow that thought hasn’t even crossed your mind. It makes sense though, with the increase of accidents and violence against idols, especially the girl groups and solo artists. It’s insane really and it makes you sad to live in a world where people think it’s okay to act like this. 

‘I didn’t know that. I really need more friends in this idol world,’ you mutter, looking down at your hands. 

Sure you met other idols before and while you get along great with a few, they were all in groups and you always feel like the odd one out when you hang out with them. 

Chan comes back inside then, carrying two coffee cups and a brown bag. ‘I come bearing treats.’ 

You share a look with Jisung. ‘Bribing me with caffeine and food, huh I see how it is,’ you joke, remembering what you told Jisung earlier and loving how Chan’s lips immediately turn up in a smile. 

‘Don’t tell me you’re that easy,’ Jisung laughs next to you, poking your side. 

‘Yah!’ you squeak out. 

Jisung’s eyes sparkle. ‘Are you ticklish?’ 

‘No.’ your eyes widen. ‘You just startled me.’ 

No way are you going to let him know this weakness of yours. Besides, you can get crazy violent when someone won’t stop tickling you. You once kicked your uncle in the face when you couldn’t breathe anymore from laughing. 

‘Mhm, sure,’ Jisung grins, but he doesn’t try again and turns to Chan to grab the coffee. ‘Thanks Hyung.’ 

After your second coffee, Chan comes with you to your studio and you spend the rest of the morning working on your new songs with your headphones on. Occasionally you glance up to look at Chan, but never meet his gaze as he quietly works on his laptop. 

At first it goes well, you’re in a nice flow and happy with the results, but then you get to the song you’ve been struggling with for over a month already. There’s something missing, there must be, but you just can’t put your finger on what it is exactly. 

‘Ugghh,’ you let out a frustrated groan when you listen to it again, letting your head drop to the desk with a loud thud. 

There’s a headache developing behind your eyes and you blindly reach for your water bottle. Your fingertips touch the bottle, but it’s too far away to actually reach it. With another groan you lift your head and stretch your arm a little further. 

‘You doing okay over there?’ Chan asks from his spot on the couch, his voice sounding far away thanks to your headphones. 

‘Peachy,’ you reply, pulling the bottle towards you with a victorious smile. 

You pull your headphones down to hang around your neck, chug some water and then turn your chair to look at Chan properly. He’s already looking at you, a frown on his face and you can basically taste his disapproval. 

‘Don’t even try and lecture me on working this long without breaks and for not having proper light, I know this headache is my own fault,’ you say before he can even open his mouth to scold you like Faris usually would. 

He blinks in surprise, but then he lets out a laugh and nods. 

‘Alright, I won’t say anything, but do you want to tell me what’s troubling you?’ 

It’s your turn to blink at him now. ‘Huh?’ you let out dumbly. 

Chan laughs again and gets up from the couch, putting his laptop aside. He pulls out the second chair at your desk and sits down next to you, his head tipping towards your computer. 

‘You’re obviously struggling with something. Is it lyrics? The beat?’ 

Your first instinct is to snap at him, to tell him to mind his own business, but he’s looking at you so sincerely that you can’t help but sag your shoulders and give in. 

‘I’m not sure actually, that’s the problem,’ you admit, debating if you want to play the song for him or not. Faris did tell you that Chan, Jisung and Changbin used to make music. Fuck it. You’re going crazy if you don’t fix this anytime soon. ‘Would you like to hear it?’ 

The surprise is clear on Chan’s face, but he nods immediately and holds out his hands for your headphones. Nervous butterflies twirl in your stomach and with a deep breath you hand them to him before you can change your mind. He puts them on and gives you an encouraging smile. 

Biting your lip you press play and watch as his eyes widen when the music starts. It's a catchy beat and you can’t help but smile when his head starts to bop up and down. His face doesn’t give anything away and you nervously play with the bracelets around your wrist as you wait for him to finish. 

‘Wow,’ Chan says, putting the headphones down. ‘I knew you were good, but this..’ he shakes his head with a smile. ‘It’s really good Y/N, like really really good.’ 

You feel your cheeks heating up at his praise. ‘Thank you.’ 

‘I think I know what you mean though,’ Chan says and he points at your laptop. ‘May I?’ 

You frown and look between him and your precious laptop that holds all your hard work. 

‘I think it’s a very easy fix with the beat in the bridge,’ Chan smiles. ‘You can do it yourself, I just want to point out where I think it is.’ 

It’s clear to you he knows what he’s talking about and you’re curious to find out which part he means. You slowly push your laptop over to him and get rewarded with a wide grin. For the next hour the two of you work on the bridge, editing and adjusting the melody. Your cheeks hurt from smiling when the song keeps sounding better with every adjustment you make. 

‘You could be a producer,’ you tease, when Chan offers another idea to add to the song. 

A knock on the door causes the two of you to look up and you don’t know why, but you feel like a kid getting caught stealing candy. It’s not like Chan isn’t allowed to help you, but it hits you then what you’re doing and your body tenses anyways. 

‘Hyung? Noona?’ a deep voice calls out that you immediately recognize as Felix. 

‘Come in,’ you yell, quickly saving the progress of your song and closing your laptop. 

The door opens and Felix sticks his head inside, grinning when he sees you and Chan huddled together at your desk. You quickly jump up, causing both men to laugh at the panicked look on your face. 

‘No worries, I won’t tell Yoona or Minho you’re warming up to Channie Hyung,’ Felix smiles. 

‘That’s not it,’ you blush, turning around to grab your bag and water bottle. ‘I’m late for practice aren’t I?’ 

Felix nods. ‘Minho sent me to get you.’ 

You growl at the sound of his name and Chan snickers, standing up as well. ‘I’ll walk with you and get you some food seeing as you haven’t eaten anything since this morning.’ 

‘You don’t have to, I don’t think I can eat much before dancing anyways or I’ll feel sick.’ 

‘I have a banana in my bag if you want,’ Felix offers, rummaging around in his bag and holding up the yellow fruit for you. 

‘Perfect, thank you Felix,’ you smile, accepting the banana. You turn to Chan as you start to peel it. ‘I promise I’ll eat a proper meal after practice. You should have lunch, I’ll be fine with Felix here, right?’ 

You bite off the tip of the banana as you look at Felix and the blonde nods, his eyes flicking to your mouth for a moment before he blushes and looks at Chan. 

‘We’ll be fine Channie,’ he agrees with you. ‘It’s one floor down and Minho and Jin are already there warming up with the others.’ 

‘Alright, just keep an eye on Minho. These two are likely to bite each other's heads off,’ Chan sighs, patting Felix’s shoulder. 

You snort and take another bite of your banana. 

‘I’ll bite something else if he isn’t careful.’

a/n: I wanted to add dance practise to this chapter, but it already got way longer than I planned so next chapter it is ;) I really hope you still like it, even if it might move a little slow -i guess thats slow burn and a multi chaptered fic tho- big smooch to you all <3 taglist: @jaeminie-cricket @jeonginsbaee @staylovesmiley @newbbystay @cashtonsbetch @mariahxrrera @kaleigh-2002 @silencionyx @smileykiddie08 @my-neurodivergent-world @yaorzu-blog @yoongiismylove2018 @staytinyluv @bookswillfindyouaway @queen-thiccness @notastraykid @ateez-atiny380 @estella-novella @furfoxsake22 @hyunjinhoexxx @insomnjen @girl-in-love-with-kpop @vivilovesuu @velvetmoonlght @skz8love @corgilover20 @littlelostdemonofthelight @stephanieeeyang @zulie-and-cats @chanshugsaretherapy @pizzalove5000 @dazzlingjade @milie-com @thequibbie @channiesrightasscheek @strawbrriz @eastjonowhere @stellmeiv @bookishcaptain @flylis @deadpool15 @0325ale @thatgirlangelb @iknow-uknow-leeknow @nchhuhi @shycreationdreamland @readr1221 @beewilko

[befallenstars-archive]

*rubs hands together*

Here we are again, folks! Nyla writing and I am ready to yap about this~

Spoilers and lots of yapping under the cut!

...the way I can actually here him say this though? Word for word it feels like the dialogue is coming from childe himself. Which is genuinely amazing in my eyes bc I'm surprisingly nitpicky about dialogues in fics.

Childe, keep it in your pants. Goddamnit.

Okay, but I do think a small Kaeya hiding behind the reader and clutching on to the hem if their shirt is adorable.

"You find it absurd your mother could travel the whole of Teyvat with nothing but a knapsack slung over her shoulders and a pack of cigarettes but Celestia forbid you decide to do the same."

Mothers...this feels a little too accurate *sighs*

The pack of cigerettes is WILD tho—

Reader, trust Childe. The man has money. I promise you that. If you don't like people spending money on you, it's alright. But the man genuinely has enough money to spoil you a little.

Aweee, at least he's being considerate.

"Staring at your beloved so shamelessly?"

Listen here...

I was genuinely lost in reading as I do when it comes to good fics. Getting invested and all that. Then this guys cuts in with this? Had to suck in a sharp breath and stare at the ceiling before letting out a curse.

HOLD YOUR HORSES—

Okay, snookums did make me giggle. But the following words that left this man's lips had me going "sir??? Calm down???" Starting to feel the reader sleeps with one eye open around this man/lh

"We're not even dating" "Yet"

His insistence and arrogance is oddly charming at this point actually. Wait, we must stay focused.

"Now, there are no more stories."

...damn, I got sobered up real quick.

"They're going to make me a Harbinger."

And we get another bomb dropped mid-way. Yes, I know that he has always been a Harbringer but to bring it up...like right now???

"A Harbinger," you repeat incredulously. "A Harbinger?"

Valid reaction honestly.

Listen, I knew there was going to be slight angst. But when Character A changes in a blink of an eye while Character B is left grasping at straws for what happened and why something so significant has changed— my heart cracks a litlle as I curl up in bed while hugging a plushie.

The ending leaves a bittersweet taste on my mouth. In short, if this were a series I would genuinely be binging it and maybe even have it on my calendar when the author might update.

Actually, the shorter version is that this was so good that I just wanted to read more.

one step closer

cw. f!reader (no pronouns or specified anatomy), pre-canon, pre-relationship, childhood friends, slightly(?) obsessive behaviors, slight angst

pairing. tartaglia x reader

synopsis. your mothers always swore one of their children would marry one day, making them both officially sisters. but for now, they'll take ajax escorting you from mondstadt to sumeru to pursue your education

notes. a christmas present for my good buddy @hash-slinging-slasher-trash. an unexpected comradery was built up between us both this year, so let's have fun in the new year! they recently got into genshin this year and, unsurprisingly, they've been bagged by mr. 11th fatui harbinger himself hehehe

"You didn't have to come all the way here for this."

"And break my promise to my beloved aunt? Perish the thought!" Ajax gasps aghast, clutching his invisible pearls. "Besides, why would I miss a road trip with my future wife? The two of us. Alone." Playful blue eyes glance your way accompanied by an equally playful smile. You give him a pointed look and Ajax raises a hand defensively. The red insignia pinned to his shirt glints in the sunlight at the movement. "I kid, I kid. Just a joke. We can save that stuff later."

"Or never," you reply without missing a beat.

"I draw the line at waiting until after our wedding night."

"You're incorrigible," you groan.

Ajax can only laugh, eyes closed and grin wide. When he's like this, he's like the Ajax you remember from when you were children. The boy who unabashedly declared he'd marry you in one of your earliest memories. Your mothers were only too happy to indulge him, long since having their own jokes about how one day their children would marry and make them officially sisters.

That had been how many years ago now?

Too long ago to recall. You simply know it had been the first time Ajax's family had come to visit your own in Mondstadt. It became a yearly tradition from before either of you were born for your families to visit one another.

According to your mothers, they became friends your mother's first trip to Snezhnaya. You'd been raised on a healthy diet of your mother's travels, your mother telling them to you much like they were old folktales. She told you about the various shades of the thunder sakura of Inazuma. How she spelunked in Natlan with a few friends you can't remember the name of. Even regaled you with dramatic stories of Fontaine's Opera Epiclese where she witnessed trial and opera alike and what she swears was a love story bubbling under the surface between the Hydro Archon and her Iudex.

All of those stories paled in comparison to her most harrowing tale of surviving a month long blizzard that ended with less importantly, your father, and more importantly, your mother's now lifelong friend.

That was all took for their future families to be intertwined and for Ajax to be a present as constant in your as the bards of your homeland.

A summer in Mondstadt here, a winter in Snezhnaya there.

A Ludi Harpastum there, a Krsnik Noc here.

You distinctly remember Kaeya's first Windblume Festival after the Radnvindr's took him in. He was more quiet and would cling to the figures he found most familiar, you included. Ajax hated it. Unfortunately his complaints and intense nature only led to your coddling Kaeya more, scolding the ginger for being insensitive. Presently, Kaeya and Ajax's relationship has improved little.

Ajax has been there for many a life event.

Now here Ajax is, your official escort on the first day of your own journey. It was the only way your mother would relax about your finally leaving the nest. You find it absurd your mother could travel the whole of Teyvat with nothing but a knapsack slung over her shoulders and a pack of cigarettes but Celestia forbid you decide to do the same. It isn't even exactly the same!

At Ajax's insistence, your things were already waiting for you in Sumeru. "My men can take it ahead," he boasted proudly, reminding you of his recent promotion. "It's no problem at all, honest. Save your money!" Your protests were promptly ignored, your mother more than happy to save on the mora she would have had to spend mailing it otherwise.

"Ajax, I'm serious," you remind him for the millionth time as the Dawn Winery slowly but surely grows more and more distant. Even with Diluc and Kaeya's strained relationship, they both insisted on having a celebratory before early in the morning before you left for Liyue. You wanted your quest to be on foot as much as possible before boarding a boat that would take you from Liyue Harbor to Port Ormos. "I don't want you guys in uniform when you move my things in. I don't want to be known as the Fatui girl at the dorms."

"Relax, relax," his words due to little to soothe you. "Seriously," his tone shifts from impish to straight-laced. "I know better than anyone how the Fatui is viewed abroad. I know you worked hard to get into the Akademiya, so I don't want to ruin that for you."

You hold each other's gaze for a moment longer before you sigh in relief. "Thank you." Another beat passes before you say it again, "seriously, thank you. You didn't have to take time off to come all the way to Mondstadt. And it means a lot to Mom too. You being here helped her calm down a lot."

His lips relax into a smile that's small, "of course I'd be here for something like this. It's a big deal! You've wanted to go to the Akademiya since we were kids. Is Erna going to be there or is she still in Fontaine researching water vein flowers or whatever?"

You nod excitedly, "yeah, she said she wants to show me around when I get there. She's gonna meet us at Port Ormos." Another piece of the puzzle in helping your mother acclimate to your studying in another country. "She's only staying for the week though."

Erna, a cousin of yours had gotten in years ago leaving little Springvale behind to see the world beyond the wind-caressed hills you grew up. Busy as she'd become after getting into the Amurta Darshan, when she was able to come home it was her turn to tell you stories about a world you couldn't imagine for yourself.

The fanciful cafes with their majestic fountains, the smell of spices of a place called Treasures street. It's hard to believe you'll finally be seeing it for yourself after so long.

"Think she'll be happy to see me?" Ajax asks suddenly, observing you carefully as you

Your cheeks hurt as your smile becomes something forced. "Well," begin.

Ajax barks out a laugh immediately, "you don't have to lie, I know she's not happy I'm in the Fatui." He sighs as the last of his laughter leaves him, nonchalant and unsurprised. You wonder, not for the first time, what would be enough to make Ajax the young man shocked or hurt. Considering how you heard his enlisting in the Fatui at the young age of 14 had gone, you doubt anyone's reaction to his being an agent can get under his skin. "Not that Auntie is thrilled either. I suppose these are the struggles of those in the pursuit of strength."

You refrain from affirming his suspicions. Your mother isn't thrilled but she refrained from expressing the opinion knowing she had little to stand on when her former husband had been a Fatui agent once upon a time. "If that boy's own father couldn't keep him from enlisting, I doubt anything I say will make him change his mind." The next time you saw your old friend after his enlisting, he surprised you for a visit when work led him to the land of freedom.

For the second time in the past ten minutes, your eyes look at his the red insignia pinned on his shirt. He's a lieutenant now.

He's moved up the ranks faster than you can blink. It's expected, you believe, with how many of his letters recounting his many assignments and achievements he'd sent.

"Staring at your beloved so shamelessly?" Cheeks warm, you push him aside. The movement does little to make him budge and he laughs when you try again. "Sorry, snookums, that's not going to work on me anymore. Don't let my acknowledgment stop you. Stare away! I'm pretty popular, y'know. Someone'll steal me off the market if you're not careful! We should have the wedding the moment we get to Sumeru! Why wait actually, we should turn back now and head to the Church!"

Your eyes roll into the depths of the Abyss, "we're not going back to the City for a wedding. We're not even dating."

"Yet."

"And I wasn't staring at you," you ignore his jest. "I was just looking at your badge. You have a new one every time I see you." A new insignia with a new scar or two or dozen to match. He has a story for each one, remembering every occasion he's earned a battle scar with crystal clear memory.

You remember how he's the same boy whose father would take the both of you ice fishing, telling you stories of heroes. Stories of his own adventures before he settled down to have a family. You never had the patience for fishing but you loved that man's tales.

The hobby has lost its magic since your friend became a soldier for the Cryo Archon. Ice fishing is simply another form in which he trains, reflecting on battles past as he endures the bitter cold. Now there are no more stories.

Ajax gestures at your the chain around your neck where your Anemo vision hangs with pride. "It's a badge of honor, much like the one you have yourself."

It's not quite the same, you want to say. "We're already almost to Liyue," you announce instead, pointing at the small bridge in the distance. "It's hard to believe it's always been so close to the Winery." You remember how it was a test of courage when you were younger. Diluc leading the charge, he dared the rest of you to see who could walk the furthest into Liyue. He'd always been the winner, you, Jean, Kaeya and Barbara unable to match Diluc's bravery.

He's a far cry from the rambunctious troublemaker he used to be.

"One step closer," Ajax notes warmly, accepting your change in topics with ease. "There's a tea shop at the Stone Gate you'll like called Pop's Teas. We should sit there a while, you can see the whole of the Dihua Marsh and the inn we'll be staying at."

That brings a genuine smile to your face, "I look forward to seeing it."

A thinly veiled comfort of silence falls over you both grass and gravel crunch underfoot. Your hands swing between you both and from the corner of your eye, you see blue peering at you. The back of your hand burns and you ignore the feeling swiftly.

It's Ajax, simply Ajax.

Soon enough after you arrive in Sumeru, you'd be going your separate paths again. You studying the stars, him on whatever harrowing assignment he is given. A far, far cry from the children you once were.

"They're going to make me a Harbinger."

The silence shatters much like ice and you blink, blood suddenly as cold as the waters of your friend's home country. "What?"

He says it as casually as one addressing the state of the weather. You halt your steps right at the edge of the bridge that connects the land between Mondstadt and Liyue, staring at Ajax's back. "This isn't ambition talking either," he halts, chuckling as he turns to face you. "It's official. Once I go back to the motherland, there'll be a ceremony and everything. You're the first I've told."

"A Harbinger," you repeat incredulously. "A Harbinger?"

The young man nods, "the youngest in the history of the Fatui." It's said with subdued pride, only a dash of satisfaction. "Of course, this was all part of the plan to conquering this world so it's not that big a deal. I'm just one step closer."

You open your mouth only to close and open it again. Your hands clasp together, fingers fidgeting as you search for the correct words to say. Congratulations? Wow, you really will be wearing another badge the next time I see you. You're really moving up the ranks!

"Not happy for me," it isn't a question as Ajax observes your furrowed brows and hunched shoulders. You lower your head, finding a nearby cryo slime bouncing on the water's edge grounding. "It's alright, you don't have to be. It doesn't change anything between us."

"When is it going to be enough, Ajax?" Your question is quiet. "What happened to you?"

'Ajax went missing for three days this month. He had the entire household in a tizzy, that boy of mine!'

You remember receiving that letter after you recently turned 15 from Ajax's mother.

Ajax has wrote you religiously since he could hold a pen. That was the one month he didn't.

The letters that followed have never quite been the same. He's never been quite the same. His eyes are duller than you remember. His lust for adventure had turned bloodthirsty.

How could someone change so much in three days?

"This has always been me," Ajax tells you without much else of a reaction. "You know me, I've always wanted to go on an adventure."

"An adventure, yes, but never this," you shoot back, fervently. Back then, Ajax happily brandished a wooden sword and would declare he'd be the world's greatest adventurer. He'd join the Adventurer's Guild and make a name for himself, fight a dragon and give you all the mora he gained. "I just," you pinch your sinuses.

The only sounds between you are ones from nature.

The croak of a frog, the gushing of a waterfall.

Ajax breaks the silence, head on as he always has been. "We're still friends, aren't we?"

You look up at the man, looking at you with eyes a mixture of familiar and unknown. You used to be able to read them as easily as breathing. Sometimes you feel as if you still can. That he's still your Ajax, face round with innocence and wonder. Now he is as mysterious as the heavens themselves.

Still you release a breath and nod, "of course we are. You're still Ajax."

A smile spreads across his face again and he looks familiar again. "Yeah," with that sorted holds his hand out for you much like a knight. He always said he'd be yours, you recall as you accept his offer like you're children again. "I'm still me."

[wendichester]

Cute Dean request with a bit of smug Dean

Based on the truth episode loosely, the whole time on the mission Dean’s been trying to get you to admit you’d “hit that” with him in his cocky smug flirtation, so when Dean realises he’s cursed with people telling him the truth, he decides to prove to you both that you want to sleep with him except he gets more than he bargains for when you actually admit feelings and your view on him (the whole “you think so little of yourself but you’re a good guy” spiel) that hits him to his core

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ loose lips,

summary. being cursed isn't always bad, right?

pairing. dean winchester x reader

wordcount. 687.

notes. i just love writing dean throw off guard. suits the hell out of him 😮‍💨

Dean has been insufferable the entire case.

“You’d totally hit this,” he says, leaning against the Impala with that cocky smirk that you both love and loathe.

You roll your eyes for what feels like the hundredth time. “In your dreams, Winchester.”

“Oh, come on,” he teases, striding closer. “You’re not fooling anyone, sweetheart. Just admit it. You think I’m irresistible.”

“Dean, you’re irresistible to waitresses, maybe,” you shoot back, grinning when his smirk falters for half a second.

He’s been relentless since the case started—a strange series of deaths linked to a cursed item that forces people to tell the truth. Dean, being Dean, has been using the situation to dig at everyone’s secrets. But then, you got hit with the curse, and everything that falls from your pretty lips is nothing more, nothing less than the brutal truth.

Back at the motel, the conversation spirals once again. Dean perches himself on the edge of the table, legs spread in that way that commands attention.

“So,” he says, voice dropping into a teasing lilt, “guess now’s your chance to prove yourself.”

You sigh, shooting him a sharp look. “Prove myself about what, exactly?”

“You’re cursed,” he points out, blatantly smug. As you glare at him, he takes it as his cue to continue. “That you’re not dying to jump me,” he says, his grin widening. “Because I’ve got to tell you, sweetheart, all signs point to yes.”

This conversation is about to get a whole lot more dangerous. “Fine, Dean. You want the truth?”

“Let’s test it,” he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Do you think I’m hot?”

You hesitate, your face heating.

“Yes,” you blurt, immediately slapping a hand over your mouth.

Dean’s grin stretches even wider. “Knew it!”

You groan, turning away from him. “This is so unfair.”

“Unfair?” he teases, stepping closer. “Come on, sweetheart, just admit it. You’ve thought about it. Us. Together.”

You clench your jaw, trying to resist, but the words spill out anyway. “Yes, okay? I’ve thought about it.” You cross the room, arms crossed, standing close enough to wipe the smug look off his face. “But not for the reasons you think.”

That gets his attention. The playful glint in his eyes dims, and his smirk falters. “What do you mean?”

“You think it’s just about your stupid good looks or your dumb one-liners?” You take a steadying breath. “Dean, you’re one of the best men I’ve ever known. You’d die for the people you care about. You’re brave, loyal, and selfless, even when you don’t think you’re worth a damn. You think I haven’t noticed?”

Dean blinks, his jaw tightening as he processes your words. The room feels heavy with the weight of your confession.

“And the worst part,” you continue, “is you don’t see it. You don’t even believe you deserve to be loved.”

For a moment, Dean looks completely unguarded, the mask he wears every day slipping just enough for you to see the vulnerability beneath. “You really see me like that?” he asks, his voice quiet, almost unsure.

“I do,” you say simply, the truth settling between you like some sort of fragile truce.

He lets out a soft, humorless chuckle, running a hand over his face. “Well, I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Yeah, well,” you say, offering a small smile, “maybe you should stop fishing for answers if you’re not ready to hear them.”

Dean stands up, stepping closer, his green eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath hitch. “Maybe I needed to hear it,” he murmurs.

You don’t move as he reaches up, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. His touch is surprisingly soft, and when he speaks again, his voice is steady. “You deserve the truth too, you know. You mean more to me than I’ve ever let on.”

Your chest tightens as the honesty in his words hits you. It isn’t cocky, isn’t flirtatious—it’s just Dean, stripped of his usual bravado.

The curse might force the truth out of you, but for once, it doesn’t feel like a burden—it feels like freedom.

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[peachhcs]

macklin giving blarie her first piece of sharks clothes with his name and number ! also mack got this awesome sharks bomber jacket for the draft and i definitely seeing him wanting blarie to wear it because it would look so much better on him

celebrini 71

figure skater x macklin celebrini au (macklin + blaire)

after becoming official, blaire makes her debut in mack’s official sharks jersey as a surprise

wc: 1.7k

i swear you guys are just writing the au at this point i’m just here to add the details :) i combined two requests since they were basically the same thing but i thought this was super cutie

au masterlist

now that they were officially together, it was just a matter of slowly telling everyone else and the fans who mack knew would go crazy when they found out he had a girlfriend. knowing how crazy they got sometimes, he didn't wanna scare blaire with it all, so before the next game, they talked about how ready she was to make their relationship public. 

"we totally don't have to do any of it," mack said making sure the girl understood that he wasn't pressuring her into any of this. she giggled though. 

"i don't know, i kind of want to. plus, so many people where your name and number so i'd just blend in with them. people will think i'm a fan or something," blaire grinned and those words were like music to the boy's ears. he'd been dying to get her into something that told people who's she was. not in a possessive way, but in a way that he wanted to show her off. 

"i guess you're right. are you sure though? i don't wanna push you into this if you aren't ready. people online can be pretty brutal," the brunette admitted because he's seen it before with so many guys and their girlfriends where the fans were just ruthless and saying horrible things—especially to will and samy after they got back together. 

"i'm sure, i promise. i hardly even use instagram or twitter to even see those comments," the girl reassured him, pecking the bridge of his nose. 

"okay, well in that case, my whole closet is yours to choose from," mack jumped up and opened the doors so blaire could see the full layout of all of his sharks merch she could wear to the game. she blushed, her eyes wandering over all of the options. 

"i mean i'd love if you wanted to wear my jersey, but if that's too much too soon you obviously don't have to. i have a bunch of shirts with my name on them—oh, and..i may have gotten you a small something," the hockey player rambled nervously as he jumped back over to his desk. blaire watched curiously as he brought out a two boxes wrapped up in blue wrapping paper. she raised her eyebrow.

"mack, what is this? you don't have to get me things," she quickly complained but the boy shook his head. 

"i know, but i wanted to," he smiled softly. she eyed him before slowly ripping the paper open. the first box she opened was a sharks t-shirt that one would see in the merch store or something, but after flipping it over, macklin's 71 and last name was displayed across the back. the girl quickly grinned.

"i wanted to get you your own," mack explained.

"this is so sweet, mack. i love it. i'll wear it everyday," she brought him into a hug. "good, i'm glad you like it. i had to keep up the tradition you know? of you having all my team shirts," he kissed her cheek and then urged her to open the other slightly bigger box. 

blaire tore into the wrapping paper again and eagerly lifted the lid off the box. her eyes widened when she saw the same sharks' teal in the form of a jacket. she lifted it up to see, admiring the detail that was the san jose sharks across the back and then mack's name and number along the sleeves. 

"woah, this is crazy," blaire mumbled

"i got it from the draft but i thought you'd look better in it than i ever would," he chuckled a bit.

"are you serious? you don't want this??" the dirty blonde admired the jacket in disbelief that her boyfriend didn't wanna keep something like this for his memories. 

"i'm sure. i probably wouldn't really wear it and i want you to have it," he insisted. blaire looked at him, a soft expression coating her features as he brought him into another hug. 

"you're so sweet. thank you," she said and they exchanged warm smiles. 

"of course. i hope i'll see you in one of them tonight," mack grinned, excited to see what outfit blaire would choose. she smirked, "looks like you'll have to wait and see." 

—

blaire was gonna go all out for the game. she layered the new shirt mack just got her with his jersey which she was already planning on wearing before he got her the new shirt and jacket. she did her hair in a half up braid and those teal and white ribbons she wore to every game. she really hoped mack would like her outfit because she'd been planning it since last week when they finally became official. 

the girl pulled up to the rink an hour before puck drop. she got through the front security and headed towards her seat, eyes on the lookout for mack down on the ice. like blaire suspected, she blended right in with the other fans wearing the player's jerseys so everyone would just think she bought mack's jersey herself when in reality it was his actual jersey she was wearing. 

the brunette was busy warming up that he didn't notice her in her usual spot right away. the girl just admired him for the moment and the focus on his face as he ran the puck between his stick. it was something blaire had always admired about him and his dedication. mack never once let up, always ready, always giving it his all. it was why they bonded so quickly way back when they met because she was super dedicated to figure skating. she put her whole life into it, so meeting someone who was just as passionate about his own sport was something blaire really admired. 

finally, the rookie looked up at the stands for his girlfriend. he didn't see her at first because she blended right in with the other fans, so the boy became puzzled when he thought he didn't see her in her usual spot. he looked at the time—20 minutes until the start of the game. if mack knew anything about blaire it was that she hated being late. she always got to places early, so he was confused when he didn't see her. 

mack started growing concerned and was about to ask will when he finally saw her face in the crowd of people. she was looking at her phone, but mack recognized those ribbons from a mile away. his eyes traveled further down her figure and that's when he realized why she blended in so well and he didn't see her at first. 

she was wearing his jersey he gave her the other day. his jersey. the brunette was so shocked that he stopped everything he was doing to stare at her which made it quite obvious to others watching him. 

"mack?" will grew confused when he saw his friend just standing there not moving. the blonde tried following his eye line and that's when he saw blaire sitting up in the stands with a 71 on her back. 

"that's my jersey," the boy mumbled still in disbelief. 

"celly, you're staring," will nudged him before other fans caught onto what he was staring at. 

mack finally broke out of his stare, face completely red when he realized how hard he was staring. he ducked his face so fans didn't see and acted like he was still doing warm ups. blaire finally looked up, oblivious to her boyfriend's staring. she smiled when will offered a tiny wave in her direction. the girl waved back and then she watched him nudge mack. the boy's head slowly lifted and that's when she saw his crazy blush and she knew he had seen her in his jersey. 

mack wasn't sure how he was going to get through this game knowing blaire was up there in his jersey. not some knock off from merch stores, it was his. a jersey he's put on his body and been out on the ice during games. 

the team was called back down the tunnel. mack sent her a quick wink as he skated after will making blaire giggle. 

it was safe to say blaire was mack's good luck charm that night. he got two goals and two assists—his best game yet. the fans were on their feet cheering the rookie on, but the only cheers that mattered to mack belonged to the dirty blonde jumping around with pretty little ribbons tied into her hair staring directly at him. 

he was out of the locker room in record speed once the game finished to where blaire always waited for him in their secret hallway in the back of the arena. he laid his eyes on her as soon as he turned the corner and was practically running to spin her into his arms. blaire giggled when mack immediately lifted her off the ground, spreading a thousand kisses across her face. 

"hey," she giggled at his affection. mack pulled back to really take her in up close, his pupils literally turning to hearts as he made her do a slow spin so he could see the whole jersey on her. 

"wow," he mumbled. 

"i wanted to surprise you," blaire grinned and she felt his fingers gently trace his last name on her upper back and then down to the 71. 

"you look so good," he turned her back around, cupping her face in his hands. 

"so you like it?" 

"like it? i love it," the brunette kissed her, not being able to hold back anymore. she stood on her tiptoes for a better angle, her own hands clutching his wrists. 

"you look beautiful," mack hummed when they pulled back. 

"you're so sweet. brings me back to shattuck days," blaire remembered the old days where mack always gave her the jersey he wasn't wearing that game for her to wear and she wore it proudly every time. tonight was no different. 

"for sure, but this is even better," the rookie leaned in to kiss her again and she quickly reciprocated. it was such a good thing no one came back to this part of the arena ever.

[verstappenf1lecccc]

Gonna need a nando x reader one shot where reader gets insanely jealous maybe she over hears her cousin she doesn’t like very much talking about nando but reader and nando aren’t together at this point I don’t know you make the plot up just want angst and fluff to end again please 🙏

"More Than Enough"

It was another one of those family gatherings where you felt like a pawn in the game of comparison and judgment. You'd known your relatives your whole life, but their words and looks always made you feel small, insignificant—like you never quite measured up to their expectations.

Most of the time, you learned to tune them out. But tonight, with Fernando Alonso present, it was harder than ever to do so.From a young age, your family had made you feel like you were always on the outside.

Your cousin Isabella, with her perfect, airbrushed life, was a constant reminder that you were never good enough in their eyes. She was everything they wanted you to be—outgoing, confident, always polished. And you? Well, you were quieter. You preferred books over parties, simple joys over social status. In your family’s eyes, you were invisible, a wallflower.And then there was Fernando.

He wasn’t a stranger to you. You and Nando had been friends for years, but in the last few months, something between you had changed. There had been stolen glances, moments where his eyes lingered just a little longer than necessary.

He would brush your arm by accident, but the way his touch lingered made your heart flutter. You weren’t sure if he felt the same, but you had started to see him in a new light. It was terrifying. You couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if he knew how much you cared for him.

What if he didn’t feel the same? What if he drifted away, and you lost the one constant thing in your life?Tonight, you had tried your best to avoid the reality of your emotions, burying them deep inside, but it was hard when you kept stealing glances at Nando across the room. His laughter, his infectious smile, the way his eyes seemed to search for yours in the crowd—it was all too much to ignore.

Every time you saw him, it felt like your heart skipped a beat. But you were scared, scared that these feelings would destroy your friendship.The tension between you and your family had always been palpable. Your parents, though not overtly cruel, would always make remarks that cut deep. You were never good enough in their eyes—your grades, your career choices, your social life—it was never up to their standards. And every time you left a family gathering, you felt worse about yourself than when you arrived.But Isabella? She was different.

She was everything your family praised. And when it came to Fernando? She made no secret of the fact that she thought she was the only one worthy of him.You had overheard her before, making passive-aggressive comments about your friendship with Nando. Tonight was no different.

You were in the kitchen, trying to escape the chaos of your family, when you heard Isabella’s voice from the living room.

You froze, your hands stilling as you tried to listen."Did you see Fernando today?" Isabella was saying, her tone too sweet for comfort. "He’s just… gorgeous, isn’t he? So perfect. And I’m sure he could have anyone.

But you know, some people don't even know how to show interest."

Your heart twisted painfully, a pang of jealousy you hadn’t realized was growing inside you suddenly bursting to the surface. You stood still, your body frozen, and listened to her laugh, the sound of it like nails on a chalkboard.

"And," she continued with a casual air, "I bet if I tried, I could take him away from her, don’t you think?"Your chest tightened at her words. Her—she meant you.

She always did.

You felt your hands tremble with frustration and hurt, but you didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she had struck a nerve.

You had to hold it together.You’d never told Fernando how you felt. You never would, not after everything your family had made you believe about yourself. You weren’t worthy of someone like him. Not with someone like Isabella around.

The rest of the evening was a blur. Your family’s loud chatter filled the room, but your mind was elsewhere—on the words that still echoed in your mind and on Fernando, who seemed to be a constant presence, even when he wasn’t right in front of you.

Every time you caught his eye, he would smile softly, and every time your gaze drifted to him, his eyes would linger just a moment too long.

You couldn’t figure it out—was it just friendly affection, or was there something more?Your heart ached, torn between wanting to tell him how you felt and the fear that it would ruin everything.

Finally, you couldn’t stand it anymore. You needed space. You slipped out the back door of the house and into the cool night air, hoping to breathe away the suffocating feeling that seemed to surround you. You stood there, staring out into the darkness, trying to push back the tears that were threatening to spill.

That’s when you heard footsteps behind you."Y/N?"You turned around, startled to see Fernando standing there, his eyes full of concern.

"What’s wrong? You look upset."You tried to smile, but it came out weak

"It’s nothing, Nando. Just… family stuff."

You waved it off, hoping he wouldn’t press further.But Nando wasn’t one to let things go so easily, especially when it came to you. He stepped closer, his hand gently brushing your arm.

"Talk to me," he said softly.

"What’s really going on?"The floodgates opened, and you found yourself spilling everything to him—everything about your family, your cousin, your insecurities.

You told him about how Isabella had always made you feel inferior, how your family’s constant criticism made you feel worthless.

You looked at Nando, expecting him to pull away, to let you go, but instead, he pulled you into his arms.“Y/N," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You are so much more than enough. I don’t care about Isabella, I don’t care about your family. You are perfect just the way you are.”Your heart shattered with relief as you felt the warmth of his embrace, his words washing over you like a balm.

He pulled back, looking into your eyes with so much tenderness that you felt your knees weaken. “Listen to me,” he said firmly. “I’ve always admired you, more than anyone. Don’t ever let anyone make you feel small. Especially her.”

For a moment, you just stood there, stunned, taking in the softness in his eyes. You hadn’t realized how badly you needed to hear those words, how much you needed him to say them.“I… I don’t know what I’d do without you, Nando,” you whispered, your voice trembling.“You’ll never have to find out,” he promised, his hand gently caressing your cheek.

There was a long, charged silence before Nando stepped back, his eyes now filled with a different intensity. “I don’t care if anyone else sees it, Y/N,” he said, his voice low and purposeful.

“But I care about you. I’ve cared about you for a long time. And I want everyone to know it.”

Before you could even process what he meant, he reached for your hand and led you back inside, where the rest of your family was still gathered.

Isabella’s sharp gaze immediately found you both, but she couldn’t have known what was coming.Nando stood in the center of the room, pulling you gently to stand beside him.

All eyes were on you as he turned to face you, his grip on your hand tightening.“I know we’ve been friends for a long time,” he said, his voice clear and unwavering. “But I can’t hide it anymore. Y/N, you mean more to me than anyone else. Will you be mine? Will you be my girlfriend?”

The room fell silent as everyone’s eyes snapped to you, and for a brief moment, you felt like you were in a dream. But then Nando’s lips found yours in a soft, reassuring kiss, and you couldn’t have cared less about what anyone else thought.You kissed him back, your heart pounding with happiness and relief as the weight of everything you had been carrying melted away.When the kiss broke, Nando kept you close, his forehead resting against yours.

“You are more than enough,” he whispered. “Don’t ever forget that.”Isabella, who had been standing in the corner with a shocked expression, opened her mouth to say something, but before she could get a word out, Fernando’s voice cut through the tension.“And as for you,” he said, his tone suddenly cold and firm, “if you ever think you can come between me and the person I care about again, I suggest you think twice. Y/N is my choice. Always.”

Your heart swelled with love, and you knew, in that moment, that you were finally seen. Finally, enough.As the evening continued, you could feel the eyes of your family on you.

But it didn’t matter anymore. Because you were exactly where you belonged—in Fernando’s arms, with his love, and knowing that, finally, you were enough.

[rafesbangs]

𝜗𝜚 bunny!reader has always had a thing for a regular at her bookstore, older!rafe only comes in to see her

c!w; mdni !! older!rafe, dom!rafe, bunny!reader, age-gap (reader is 18+), size kink, rafe gets called 'daddy' a few times, dirty talk, mutual pining obviously, 'unprotected' sex, p in v, creampie, overstimulation (if you squint), cum play, cum eating, oral (f. receiving)

notes; i had such bad writer's block during the making of this so i apologise if this isn't my best work... also its kinda long before the smut but it needed some plot !!

you'd just gotten a job at a new cozy bookstore in town. it was perfect, had rows and rows of every genre of book a person could think of and a lovely little cafe with a cozy area to read in too. you loved working there, and had recently gotten much more comfortable after finally getting the hang of everything.

there were quite a few regulars that would come in for the coffee and a book, lots were mothers with quiet children that would sit down in the children's corner and read, others were just people of all ages that particularly enjoyed sitting in the bookstore for hours.

you were stacking shelves the first time you saw him; tall, gorgeous and smiling slightly under his cute scruffy moustache. he was flicking through the non-fiction books. though he didn't look like someone that read, adorned in workwear and partially grubby clothing, most likely from his blue collar job.

you could tell he was definitely older, around ten years your senior but still so pretty. after that first minor interaction you started seeing him come in a lot more, every other day basically. you'd worked up the courage to say hi to him after a few more times of seeing him and although your face was probably bright red, he smiled wide and started a conversation with you.

after the ice had been broken you would always talk to him when he came into the bookstore, it got to a point where he wasn't even pretending to be interested in the books around him anymore, he obviously had come in there to see you again.

rafe had also started coming in early before work started, he looked so good in his carhartt jacket and big boots, not yet dirty from a days work. he'd make sure you were the one to make his coffee, always mumbling something about you having a secret gift as he grinned, letting his hand linger over yours when he'd take his cup.

the tension between the two of you was palpable, your friends and co-workers would make jokes about how no one needed to read romance books in there anymore, they had a whole story playing out in front of them.

you would always laugh and smile at their comments, smitten over the idea of being with rafe but there was always the lingering thought that it was just friendly flirting. nothing more. he probably had a girlfriend, or a wife or something. he was too old and too gorgeous, why would he actually want anything to do with little old you.

these thoughts had you spiralling significantly on one particular day; what if you were wasting all your time and feelings on this older guy that would never want you? would you ever get over him? would you be alone forever?

you were zoning out - hard - as you slid the last few books of your shift onto the shelf, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw him standing in front of you with a grin.

"sorry, did i give you a fright?" he mumbled, steadying you with his touch, "'thought you'd heard me when i said y'name but there must be s'much goin' on in that head of yours."

you took a breathe and smiled weakly at him, not being able to shake your pessimistic thoughts from seconds before as he stood in front of you, handsome and speaking.

"no, sorry- lots on my mind i guess" you shrugged, fiddling with your fingers. rafe's brow furrowed, he'd seen you stressed and frustrated because of work but never like this, anxious and pensive.

he tilted his head a little, "what's wrong hm?" he softly coaxed, looking deep into your eyes as he reached out and rubbed your arm with his thumb.

you looked up at him through your lashes, "nothing.. nothing really..." you mumbled, chewing your lip a little.

his gaze darkened as he watched you, "something you wanna ask me bunny?"

you shook your head after shuddering at the nickname. a nickname only rafe used with you, it never failed to give you goosebumps down your body and cause your thighs to squeeze together a little, "don't worry.. er, i'm about to close up in a minute - you don't mind walking me to my car do you?"

his pursed lips melted into a smile and he looked up for a second before nodding. you smiled at him before finally putting away the last few things and grabbing the bookstore's keys. rafe followed you out as you left the store and locked the doors from the outside.

"cold tonight hmm" rafe remarked, looking out at the dim parking lot and neighbouring streets as he walked close to you. you hummed in agreement, readjusting the jacket tighter around you.

when you finally reached your car you looked up at him with a longing smile before he tilted his head, grinning at you, "you gonna tell me what you were thinking about earlier?"

you shook your head, nerves chewing at your lip again.

"c'mon, 'm not gonna see you tomorrow, 'ts your day off bunny, can't make me just wonder all this time hm?" he playfully whined, inching his body closer to yours. you were a little stunned by his words.

"you remember my day off's tomorrow?" the nerves were rising in your tummy now, bubbling around and exploding.

he smirked, sliding your hand into his, "course i'd know when the only reason i go into that bookshop isn't there."

"rafe" you gushed, covering your face a little and shaking your head. you couldn't believe your ears, you thought you weren't stupid or anything but here you were, hearing that he wanted you the whole time. "i thought you were just.. i don't know, entertaining the idea of me this whole time..."

his lips parted and brow furrowed as if it was completely incomprehensible that he might've not actually wanted you, "bunny... you must be talking pure shit now because i thought i'd made it obvious i wanted you from the second i'd gotten to know you."

you chewed at your lip, heat pooling in your tummy as he instinctively inched closer to you as he spoke. all you wanted to do now was jump his bones, and you kept glancing down at the bulge in his pants as it became closer and closer to you.

he noticed your wandering eyes and laughed a little, throwing his head back before sliding both hands up your arms carefully, "...so you said you don't have heating huh?"

you nodded, feeling dizzy at the realisation of what he was about to ask you.

he scoffed with a grin, "see, i've got heating at my place that works pretty well, and - bunny, with the way you're looking at me right now, i think we're better off going there."

you smiled, staring up at him through your lashes before nodding and in an instant he'd grabbed your hand, leading you to his truck. the drive was probably fairly quick, but it felt like hours of agony to the both of you as you patiently waited. rafe's hand was possessively gripping your thigh and you felt wetness in your panties thinking about where else his hands would trail to.

it was a blur, stumbling out of his truck and into his house, you barely looked at the place before the two of you, sloppy and all over each other, had made it to his bedroom. your body was on vibrate but he took a second to take his huge jacket and long sleeve shirt off.

you breathed heavily, eyes widening when street light through the window illuminated his toned chest, he was built like a greek god and you nearly moaned at the thought of all that being all over you.

he teasingly peeled your clothes off, article by article, grinning all the way. he could see you twitching and heavily breathing at every movement, it only fuelled him more.

finally you were in nothing but panties and a bra, matching of course, which made rafe's eyes go wild, "jesus, look at you." he breathed, running his hands along the side of your body as you lay under him.

you slid your arms around his neck and tried to pull him in but he grinned at your lack of strength and you frowned playfully, squirming at the lack of action.

"you gonna ask nicely bunny?" his lips were centimetres away from yours, he was really enjoying teasing you now.

"please... please i want you inside me so bad" you whined, pouting and running your hands into his shaggy mullet. he smirked and leaned in, passionately pressing his lips to yours, engulfing you in heat.

your hands pulled at his jeans, ripping down the zipper as you slid a palm across his clothed cock, gasping at his lips over how big you found him to be.

he tugged himself out of his boxers before lowering down to your core, you burned with desire as you watched the greek god looming over you, slowly bully his cock into your weeping hole.

you groaned at the feeling, his cock slowly slipping all the way down, filling you to the hilt. your grip around his neck tightened, along with his hands holding you steady at your hips.

he drilled into you at an unrelenting pace, the sound of his cock diving in and out of your wet pussy causing him to groan gutturally, "uhghh, you like this big cock baby? c'mon, tell me you've been thinking about daddy's cock since you met me hmm"

you eyes were rolling back, the pleasure becoming too much already, "mmmh i think about daddy's cock all the time... oh! fuuuck."

you looked down at your tummy, a clear huge bulge poking everytime rafe drove his dick into you, only making you dizzier. he was just so big.

a creamy line of arousal was thick around the base of rafe's cock, your breath all ragged as he continued to drill into you, toying with your clit to overstimulate you.

you were shaking under him, one hand gripping onto a bicep and the other tugging the sheets beside you. the sheer girth of him was splitting you open, rafe grinned at the yelps escaping your lips with every thrust.

"pussy's swallowing me whole, fuck bunny" he grunted into your lips, launching in for yet another seering kiss while his thrusts became sloppy but deeper. plap-plap-plap filled the room along with your pornographic moans.

"nghh daddy, i'm- oh, g'na cum!" you cried, nails digging into his flesh.

he was panting into your neck, "'know baby, can feel your pussy milking me- fuuuuuck" you felt the rush of your orgasm as rafe's thick white ropes coated your insides. he continued to thrust into you a few more times, watching your pussy swallow all his cum before pulling out.

"such a good bunny, look at that shit.." he mumbled, dragging a finger over your wet whole, playing with and pushing his release back into you. "so wet..."

he dipped his head down, lapping up both your juices that had coated your folds. you twitched from the sensation, still recovering from his cock.

"rafeee- oh god- too sensitive.." you whined, hand laced in his hair. he lifted his head and looked at you with a grin, his moustache gleaming with wetness.

"oh bunny now that i've had you, shit, i'm never letting my little girl go."

[cjlouwho]

I Like the Taste of Vanilla

Start from the beginning on ao3, or read today's entry below.

Day 4: My Heart is Racing in a Weird Way

Tommy wasn't sure what was happening as Buck led him through the bar. Eyes lingered on them as they passed by each table until they reached a door that read Employees Only.

“Evan, what are we doing?” Tommy asked, scooting in closer to his boyfriend as people passed behind him.

“Hang on, you'll see.”

Buck knocked on the door and waited, glancing back at Tommy with a nervous smile.

“Did you get a job here?” Tommy asked. “Babe, are you hurting for money? I can-”

Buck pulled Tommy to his side and patted his chest. “Tommy, relax. Let's just... just wait.”

After waiting a few more seconds, the door opened just a crack. A man wearing far too much glitter, in Tommy's opinion, peered out. “Password.”

Buck grinned. “Paradise.”

The man eyed them both, then opened the door and let them inside, leading them down a hall.

“No touching unless given permission, although looking is highly recommended,” the man began to recite like he was giving a college tour, “use condoms, clean up your mess. No kink shaming. Sharing is caring.” He opened a door at the end of the hallway and moved to the side to let them through. “Have fun, newbies.”

“Ev- Evan, what are-”

“I do have a couple rules,” Buck interrupted, moving so he was directly in front of Tommy. “I really don't want anyone else touching you, and I don't want them touching me either.”

“Well, thank God for that,” Tommy mumbled, barely audible over the music and the moans. He cleared his throat, speaking a bit louder. “I don't want that either.”

Buck nodded. “Okay... Okay, good. I guess, um, we should f- find a spot then, right?”

“Um, oh, sorry,” Tommy moved as far into Buck's space as he could as a man in head to toe leather walked behind him with another man following him on a leash. “I, Evan, I don't know if there's any space here.”

“Sure there is!” Buck replied with a nervous laugh. “We don't take up that much space. Come on.”

They continued through the room, and Tommy couldn't help but feel far too overdressed in his blue jeans and black henley. He was sweaty, a bit panicky, and- “Is that... is his whole arm in there?” He froze, eyes wide at the sight of it.

Buck leaned in close to Tommy's ear. “No kink shaming,” he muttered.

“I'm not shaming, I'm impressed... and having some sympathy pains,” he added with a grimace. “Damn, he's going hard. I hope that man has good health insurance.”

Buck tugged at his arm, moving them along. “What about back here? Not too crowded. We c-”

He was cut off by the sound of a whip cracking nearby, followed by a yelp and a moan.

“Oh, Evan, my-” Tommy brought a hand up to his chest, flinching as the whip struck down again, “my heart is racing in a weird way.”

Alarmed, Buck held onto Tommy's arm, looking around until he found an exit. Making his way through the maze of bodies, Buck led them out of the building.

Tommy took the opportunity to take in a deep breath, the cool evening air hitting his face. “Sorry,” he said, leaning against the brick wall, “I know you wanted to do... whatever in there, it's just- that's not really for me.”

Buck's eyebrows furrowed. “Tommy, I don't care about any of that stuff. I thought it's what you wanted.”

“Hmm? Evan, why would I want that?”

“The movie!” Buck exclaimed, as though that explained everything.

“The movie? What movie?”

Buck groaned. “The movie we saw a couple weeks ago. They had a scene in the back of a seedy bar where all kinds of kinky shit was happening. You popped a boner in the theater!”

“That's because Cheyenne Jackson did full frontal and I'm human!”

Buck put his hands on his hips. “S- So it didn't have anything to do with the, uh, the chains or the, um, the other stuff?”

“God, no,” Tommy replied with a shake of the head. “I mean, sometimes things can be hot in theory, but it doesn't mean I wanna do it. This, however,” he said, pointing back toward the bar, “scared me more than war.”

Buck laughed, rolling his eyes. “I highly doubt that.”

Tommy held his arms open, waving Buck toward him. Without hesitation, Buck wrapped himself up in Tommy's arms. “Okay, maybe it didn't scare me more than war,” Tommy admitted, pressing a kiss to Buck's temple, “but it did leave me with some phantom pains. Did you see how hard that fist was-”

“I saw, I saw,” Buck interrupted with a shiver. “I know I always say I want to feel you the next day, but I'm not sure I'd want you rearranging my organs like that.”

Tommy laughed, tapping at Buck's side until he leaned back enough for them to look at one another. “You spent the last two weeks researching this place, didn't you?”

“It was the only one with five stars,” Buck whined. “And I wanted to go somewhere that I knew no one would just start touching you, or me.”

“I will say that, in the forty-five seconds we were in there, they were all very respectful,” Tommy admitted. “I just don't think I'm the fuck-you-in-a-room-full-of-people type. I also hated how they were all looking at you like they wanted to eat you.”

“Oh, please!” Buck huffed. “They were looking at you like that, not- not me. I was so close to jabbing some eyes out.”

“I disagree. Not about jabbing eyes, but about where the eyes were focused.”

“Agree to disagree.”

They were silent for a moment. Tommy looked off to the side, lips pursed.

“What is it?” Buck asked.

“Can we just talk about the fact that the place cannot be sanitary? I know they say to clean up after yourself, but God, Evan, there's no way-”

“I know, I know,” Buck soothed, running his hand over Tommy's chest. “I thought about that too.”

Tommy eyed Buck briefly before reaching up and cupping his face, pulling him in for a gentle kiss. “Can you do me a favor?” he asked, his thumbs stroking Buck's cheek.

“What?”

“Next time you think there's a kink I wanna try out... ask me.”

“You mean you haven't loved my surprises?” Buck joked.

“Oh, they're great,” Tommy answered sarcastically. “I am afraid the next one might actually kill me though.”

With a smile, Buck took hold of Tommy's hands and pulled him away from the wall. “Ready to go home?”

“Hell yeah. Can we get in bed and do none of the things I just witnessed in there?”

Buck cocked his head to the side. “You mean you don't wanna shove your arm so deep inside me you could pull out my heart?”

Tommy shivered. “Evan,” he whined, “I'd almost forgotten about it.”

“Honey, there are some things the mind will never forget,” Buck replied as they reached the truck. “That was absolutely one of them.”

[pe4cht3a]

okay so i saw ur other oneshot and thought it was SO CUTE, but what abt overly affectionate killua obsessing over reader?????

⋆ ✴︎˚. Spellbound .˚⟡ ⋆

── .✦ a/n: tysm anon !! this idea lives rent free in my mind 😋

killua still vividly remembers the memories of his first encounter with you, it was the final year of high school.

“uh. excuse me, i think… its stuck.” you slowly but eventually pointed out to the dumb-founded albino. the poorly maintained vending machine at your school cafe was acting up again, unsurprisingly.

“bitch ass machine.” killua muttered under his breath, right as he turned to the vending machine and proceeded to start banging on the glass pane of the vending machine, desperately trying to some how trigger his juice to fall down from the impact.

“fuck it. i didn’t want that drink that badly anyways.” killua shrugged off as he stopped beating up the vending machine, discreetly trying to be “non-chalant” in front of such an attractive girl as you. “if it makes you feel any better.. you can have my juice.” you offered as you hurriedly started unzipping your backpack to pull out the juice your friend gave you earlier. “what? no, im good.” killua frantically spat out as he felt his face heat up. “nah, i don’t want it. a friend gave it since she got an extra on accident.” you smiled as you handed the juice to the very obviously flustered boy. “fine then, thanks.” the shy silverette huffed out, accepting your kind gesture. “oh yeah! im new. whats your name?” you almost forgot to ask for the guy’s name, you found him pretty cute so this was a very convenient start for a first interaction.

“killua, killua zoldyck. you?” he motioned his head towards you, as he started opening up the can of juice. “hold up.. is your brother that weird prefect who stares at everyone weirdly? uhhh… illumi zoldyck! almost forgot that weirdo’s name!” you teased as you giggled joyfully. “fuck off, i just pretend that guy isn’t my brother usually.” the albino bashfully declared, clearly embarrassed. killua’s whole body felt as if it was engulfed in flames. come on, you were pretty and so open to conversations with him! most people avoided him a ton due to his elder brother. how could he not feel flustered beside you?

“anyways, the names y/n.” you said as you placed yourself onto a table behind you, crossing your legs. “i see.” killua muttered as he looked down at the floor, barely audible to anyone else except himself.

that was a few years ago, now you both are in college and have a shared apartment in the heart of yorknew city.

sunlight greets your bedroom, as the morning sun peers through the window onto the nearby bed.

you groggily awaken from a deep slumber, rubbing your eyes as your eyes adjusts to the natural light in the room. you attempt to get up from the bed, but someone stops you from doing so. killua’s arm firmly holds onto your waist, as he big spoons you from behind. “not waking me up first?” half asleep as he holds you down. “i’ll wake you up laterrr, continue sleeping kil.” you playfully push his arm off, freeing yourself. you get up from the bed and stretch slightly before proceeding to the bathroom. as you walk across the room, you pass by the propped up picture of you and killua on your nightstand, your dear albino placing a kiss on your cheek as you have your arms around him in the framed memory.

“aughh, gotta start the day..” you sleepily encourage yourself as you step into the shower, turning the shower on. stepping out the shower, you put on a fresh pair of clothes for the day. you start brushing your teeth, eyes closed in the process, trying to savour some more short moments of rest before heading out. that is until, you feel a pair of muscular arms snake around your waist. “kil?” you call out, eyes still closed. “mhm…” the silverette assures as he places his head onto your shoulder, holding you from behind. “hug me later! im getting ready right now.” you open your eyes grumpily, pushing his arms off your waist. “yeah yeah, i know!” the silverette confirms, but less than 3 minutes later… he’s hugging you from behind again as you’re applying your skincare.

“babe, let go now. i have to go pack my purse, and you have to wash up now too!” nagging your boyfriend while he reluctantly lets go of you, pouting in the heart-wrenching process.

“love you! see you later!” you yell into the apartment as you’re rushing out the door. you have plans to meet up with your friends for breakfast at a cafe near campus before classes start. you were a bigger social bug compared to your introverted boyfriend.

the sunset was vibrant and full of life, as you returned back to your shared apartment, after a long day. before you could even succeed in pulling out your keys from your purse, the apartment door flings open. “I MISSED YOUUUU!” killua gushed as he immediately pulled you into a warm and sudden embrace, door still left open. “oh! i missed you too babe.. but let me lock the door first please.” you interrupt sheepishly. “later.” killua brushes off your request as he continues to hug you, as well as peppering kisses all over your forehead and face. you eventually stop protesting and just accepted your sweet fate. killua’s home earlier than expected, guess gon’s too busy for plans.

killua can get real annoying once he becomes clingy, good thing is he normally does not cling to anyone. unfortunately, you are the exception. whatever it is you’re doing, as long as you’re near him, he’ll be begging for your attention and desperately holding onto you, pawing for your love. your sapphire-eyed boyfriend first acted non-chalant and unfazed when you guys first became acquainted, but that was just high school killua trying to impress you, to be fair. in truth, as soon as killua got to know you more, he just couldn’t keep his hands off of you! even back in high school, he would always intertwine his hand with yours while walking, sitting, standing, basically constantly. it was so severe, you would have to purposefully distract him with something that interested him, just so you could get school work done! it was like as if you had killua under some kind of spell.

killua feels happy? kiss y/n. killua feels sad? hug y/n. killua feels angry? fuck y/n hard that night. killua feels scared? asks y/n to hold him. you are just simply everything to him. kil knows he might or might not be slightly too obsessed but you don’t actually mind, so he’s gonna keep being your number one fan!

[swordbisexual]

A Kiss

Rolan Week Day Six

In which a new, exhilarating thing begins. 1.8k words

(cross-posted to AO3)

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He’s dead.

The bastard is dead.

Rolan would have hardly believed it possible only moments before. For all his cruelties - or perhaps because of them - Lorroakan’s power truly was impressive, and it had nearly broken him all over again to face it.

Worse, it nearly broke Shaxibis.

For all her tendency to come to his rescue time and again, Rolan has yet to actually see Shaxibis in a fight. Even at the Reithwin tollhouse he was blinded by confusion, cowering just like the shadow that recoiled from the light she cast to banish the dark. Now, after seeing how over-confident she is on a battleground, even when that ground is a library just as incongruous to battle as a bard, he hopes he never has to see it again.

For all the rest of his days, he’s not going to be able to forget the vision of her striking her sword against her palm to make it shriek. He’ll forever see her round on a fire myrmidon with little more than the shouting song in her throat and the brazenly stupid shield of nothing more than blind heroism to protect her; he’ll see the singed edges of her sleeve still smoking as she scrambled away from the myrmidon’s rebuke, and her quick, sure footing being the only thing to keep her from sliding through a mire of mud and ice that glazed the thick carpeting behind her.

He’d armored himself with a spell, at first. He should have kept the ward up, too. He can feel an ache in his chest that’s almost definitely a bruised rib, and taking in a breath too deep hurts. But when a crackling bolt of lightning came whipping through the air towards Shaxibis, he’d thrown himself towards her, heedless of the swings and blows around him, and with an arm around her waist, he’d enveloped her in the protective spell.

The rest is a blur to him after that. He recalls the aasimar calling down pure, blinding moonlight; the Nightsong, the paladin, the living woman who Lorroakan wanted to imprison, and finally, finally, Rolan gathered up his courage to tell the man where exactly he could shove that Calishite warlock’s wand, starting this whole bloody fight in the first place. He remembers the Nightsong’s cry of fury, and a sickening crack, and now…

The bastard is well and truly dead.

Rolan pushes himself up, first to his knees, sitting back on his heels until his head stops swimming. The library is still a blur of bright light, and his ears still ring, though now with the deafening silence that’s fallen all around. He looks up, blinking away with spots that dance in his vision, and fixes his eyes on a blur of color that stands at the foot of the stairs: red, and white, and violet, bright and wild as the unlikeliest tangle of flowers to spring up out of the harsh roadside dirt.

Lorroakan is dead, and he’s alive. And against all the odds stacked against her utterly senseless valor, careless to the point of sheer stupidity, so stubbornly brave that it makes Rolan’s heart swell fit to burst, Shaxibis is alive.

The knowledge pulls him, steadier by the minute, to his feet. He still takes the time to see to himself: another rip in the sleeve of his robes to be mended, hells take it, and he’s going to have to do more than a little light prestidigitation to get the mud stains out of the hem. The floor around him is in an even worse state of disrepair. He’s kept this library scrubbed and polished and dusted for the better part of the past two tendays, taking his licks from Lorroakan for using magic for some tasks, or for eschewing it in others. He looks past the knot of people in the library’s center to the twisted body at their feet, and he lets out a laugh, short and harsh and godsdamned cathartic.

Trust the bastard to have left him one last mess to clean up.

Shaxibis turns at the sound, relief washing over her face so plainly that Rolan’s heart stutters and lurches forward. His feet almost lurch forward, too, but he grips the railing beside him to keep from stumbling, and all he can manage is to stand and wait, watching her weave through the mess on the floor on legs that look to be just as shaky as his. She’s several meters away, then a few, then one, taking the low set of stairs up to meet him. “Rolan?”

He wants to say her name, wants to berate her for coming up here after he told her to stay away, wants to thank her for bringing the wrath of the Moon herself to do the impossible. There are so many things he wants to say, but all he can let out are the same words that he’s said to himself over and over in these minutes that felt like hours: “He’s dead.”

Shaxibis looks back over her shoulder to the body on the ground, and Rolan looks at the scrape across her cheek and the curve of her jaw and the long, graceful line of her neck, where a few strands of silver-white hair have come loose from the knots below her ears to stick to her sweat-slick skin. “Thank the gods for it,” she says, whipping her face back around to glare up at him with eyes full of fire. “Did you really think we shouldn’t help you?”

Rolan’s grip on the railing tightens. “I thought—”

“Did you?” Her hands are on his chest and then they’re curling into fists in the fabric of his robes. This close he sees that the shine in her eyes isn’t all anger; some of it is tears, stubbornly refusing to spill. “Was this more of your godsdamned pride, Rolan?”

Almost instantly, his relief at seeing her still standing bristles into irritation at how astoundingly thick-skulled she must be. “Pride?” He circles his fingers around her wrists, leans in closer. “Do I look proud right now?”

“You look like that godsdamned fuckwitted ballbag was smacking you around, is what you look like.” Her grip on his robes tightens. Her grimace is wide enough that her teeth are bared, and her cheeks are so hot with anger that they’ve gone fuchsia, and still, still, he has never seen a more infuriatingly beautiful creature in his life. “Elminster’s wrinkled old cheesehole, Rolan, I was ready to beat him to death myself.”

He can’t help it; he lets out another rough bark of laughter, higher and slightly hysterical now. It turns to a wave, a torrent, all the emotion he’s swallowed down for days on end let loose in a tide of sobbing mirth that he knows makes him sound utterly mad. Still, he doesn’t care. He could sound like a cackling gnoll, for all he cares, so long as Shaxibis doesn’t let go of him or try to slide her hands from his grasp.

She doesn’t. In fact, she only pulls him closer. “Rolan,” she repeats, half anger, half worry, all confounding and wonderful and here, nearly pressed up against him and warm to the touch.

Rolan lets go of her wrists in order to grasp her by the face and pull her in for a kiss.

She lets out a small gasp of surprise, but it almost promptly melts into a groan - nearly a growl - as her fists loosen and her hands slide down his chest to skim his sides and wrap around his waist. Pressing closer to him, she parts her mouth to slide the tip of her tongue against the seam of his lips; he welcomes her in, hungrily, tasting the salt-copper tang of the blood that’s trickled down from a cut on her upper lip and the sweetly warm bouquet of her, clear and rich and just as wonderful as he remembers.

He feels her cheeks warm beneath his hands; he strokes his thumbs over her cheekbones and tangles his fingers in the hair at her nape, tugging it loose from the tightly-wound buns and scraping his nails over her scalp. There’s a soft whine in the back of her throat at that, and she slides her tongue a little deeper into his mouth, licking up and drinking him in. There’s a slight pressure at his calf: her tail, slipping round his leg, tightening almost possessively to pull him closer. He responds in kind: loops the tip of his tail down and around, winding with hers, as he sighs - nearly whimpers - when her teeth graze his bottom lip and tug.

Only the sound of someone clearing their throat breaks them apart. Rolan comes up for air, reluctantly, and focuses his gaze over Shaxibis’ shoulder to find the source of the sound.

Astarion leans to the side, rubbing the back of his head as he slides his eyes sideways towards the portal that still glitters on the library’s opposite side. “Should we move the body now, or is that what gets the two of you going?”

Rolan lets go of Shaxibis’ jaw, but he doesn’t let go of her. He rests his hands on her shoulders, unwilling to let her go, though for decorum’s sake he takes one step back, or at least a step as far as her still-tight grip around his middle will allow. “How can I thank you?”

Shaxibis grins up at him, the color still high in her cheeks. “How greedy can I be?”

Heat courses like a bolt down his spine, and he involuntarily tightens the grip his tail has around hers. “I might allow a little.”

She lifts one brow. “Well, new master of Ramazith’s Tower—”

“Oh,” he interrupts, “I do like the sound of that.”

Rolling her eyes, Shaxibis continues. “—we need to break into your vault.”

From the center of the library, Gale makes a strangled noise, and Karlach guffaws as she slaps Astarion on the back. Rolan can’t look at any of them for too long - doesn’t want to, with Shaxibis still in his arms - and so looks right in front of him, at a pair of golden eyes that now sparkle with mischief that’s at once vexing and vivacious. “You are incorrigible.”

Her smile widens. “Is that a yes?”

For her, he may never say no again, but he won’t give her such satisfaction, either. “Fine,” he says, as long-suffering as he can manage. “If I must.”

She leans up on her toes to plant a kiss just to the side of his mouth. “Thank you,” she murmurs. Another kiss, this time laughably prim and chaste against his lips. “Because we would have anyway.”

Rolan laughs again, the first real, relaxed one he’s been able to manage in days. The bastard is dead, and he is alive, and the hells will take him before he lets that go. “Incorrigible,” he repeats, and kisses Shaxibis again, decorum be damned.

[kitty-tea]

Who is in control?

Link to masterlist

See warnings before proceeding because this is extremely dark

Warnings: Bullying, obsessive stalker behavior, angst, extremely dubious consent, hate sex, public sex, characters are of age, name calling, physical violence (please don’t actually get with your abusers in real life this is just fiction)

Do not read if you’re a minor or get triggered by this stuff

Draco Malfoy x reader (smut/18+ only)

Summary: Draco’s main reason for bullying you was because you were a Muggle-born. That wasn’t the only thing he wanted to do to you.

Word count: 3.9k

You felt as if your organs were about to spill out of your body as you caught the eyes of Draco Malfoy and the rest of his Slytherin gang, sauntering around the Great Hall like they owned the school. You were used to dealing with bullies even before you started attending Hogwarts, back at your Muggle school. It was as if the same types of people followed you wherever you went even though Draco was worse than any other bully from your old school. People knew you were shy and socially awkward, and they claimed that that’s the reason you were an easy target, but whenever you tried standing up for yourself, you were labeled as a trouble-maker. It was like you could never win in these situations.

When you came to Hogwarts, you were given a second chance to reinvent yourself with this new life in this new world, but unfortunately, it seemed aspects of your old life followed you here in the form of a platinum-haired boy.

It was no secret that you and Draco Malfoy hated each other’s guts. The whole school knew he loved to bully you, but what you hated even more than Draco himself was the fact that no one ever helped you.

You didn’t understand why it was Draco who specifically picked you out even though there were plenty of other Muggle-born students besides yourself. It was as if he had you reserved for himself while his friends were the ones who picked on the other students.

You looked around the Great Hall, hoping to look for an escape, but it was too late. You felt someone pulling on one of your braided strands of hair.

You let out a frustrated scream as you turned around and again met the eyes of the one person you dreaded seeing daily. You were starting to grow really sick of him. Opposite of your scowl was his malicious smile.

“What do you want?!” You got up from your seat and you shoved your hands against his chest trying to get him away from you, nearly knocking the goblet of pumpkin juice out of his hand.

“Ooh she touched me!” He yelled in mock-hurt, pointing his finger at you. Now all eyes were on you.

No matter how much you tried to go unnoticed and blend in with the crowd, Draco somehow always managed to pick you out, and turn you into a spectacle in a freak show, which you knew your kind was in the Wizarding World to Pure-blood supremacists like him.

“Leave me alone! You pulled on my hair!” You screamed back at him.

“I tripped!” Obviously what he was saying was not true and he was making no sense.

Refusing to engage with him anymore, you ignored the pairs of eyes on you as you grabbed your bag and tried shoving your way past him and his gang.

But before you could take a step past Draco, you felt a cold liquid spilling all over your shirt.

The sound of the other students laughing cut off any connection from your brain to your mouth, making you unable to yell the words that wanted to come out of you. Instead, it was just a loud gasp that echoed through your body.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” Draco’s fake apology interrupted your silent, internal tantrum.

This time, you ignored his taunts that were along the lines of “Mudblood filth” and “dirtier than the floor.” You were finally able to run past the ignorant bystanders, tuning out their whispers and insults, making them all blur in your ears, just like the tears that were starting to invade your vision.

You ran until you found the nearest bathroom. You grabbed a handful of paper towels and wet them under the sink before rubbing them on the horrid stain as furiously as you could. You lost track of how long you’d been scrubbing your shirt for. Your mind was in a flurry, flashing back to all those times Draco had caused you pain and embarrassment.

As soon as your ears picked up the sound of footsteps outside the door, you ran into a random stall as fast as your feet would allow and you locked yourself in. You didn’t want to let more people see you cry.

“Did you do it, Pansy?” A bile made its way up your throat as you knew Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bullstrode (whose voice you recognized,) two of the Slytherin girls in your year were just outside.

“Of course I broke up with him. I’m done with Draco.” Pansy snorted. “I’m so sick of him being obsessed with that stupid Mudblood! I’m always having to hear him talk about that bitch!”

You didn’t need to hear your name to know they were referring to you.

“I know she’s so annoying.” Millicent said.

“Anyways,” Pansy continued. “I can’t wait until we graduate so I don’t have to see her everyday. Or worse case scenario, she doesn’t go back to where she came from, whilst she as well as her kind continue to steal more jobs from us real wizards and witches. I just hope she goes back where she came from. Bloody hell. I don’t know who I hate more now. That Hufflepuff bitch, or Draco for going on about her. It’s obvious he’s had this weird obsession with her for the longest time. That’s why he keeps touching her. I wouldn’t want to touch filth like that.”

Pansy took a deep breath before resuming her rant. “He swears it’s because he hates her so much. Honestly, I see through that bullshit. If he hates her so much, he’d do anything to not have to be in the same room as her. Don’t you think so?” She continued. You imagined that Millicent was nodding along. “Better get to class soon. Before we see that Mudblood.”

You let out a labored exhale as you heard the footsteps departing. Maybe Pansy and the rest of the Slytherins were right about you not deserving to live with the rest of wizardkind. For example, you had the instincts that made you fix your problems the “inferior” Muggle way such as trying to clean your shirt at the sink rather than reaching for your wand first.

You wiped your tears with your sleeve and left to go to the same classroom you were dreading going into.

When class was over, you should’ve known that Draco would be waiting for you outside the door. He wasn’t with his group of friends, and you were the last person to leave. With that realization that you were alone with him, the familiar feeling of dread that had been growing inside of you was about to explode, almost making you break down in another fresh batch of tears.

“What do you want from me?” You sighed, exhausted by his presence.

“I can’t hang out in the halls after classes?” Draco said, fake hurt in his voice. “Why do you always assume everything I do is about you?”

Maybe because you make it all about me? You wanted to throw back at him.

You couldn’t believe he had the audacity to ask that when all he did in your presence was torment you.

“Leave me alone.” Was all you said. Before you could turn your back to him, he grabbed your shoulder, using his strength to jerk you around so that your back was to the wall.

“I didn’t come to Hogwarts to have my time be ruined by Mudbloods like you!” After your bag slipped off your shoulder, you felt his iron grip on both of your wrists. You huffed and whimpered as you tried in vain to fight out of it. He raised your hands above your head and pressed his chest into yours, making all the air escape from your lungs.

“Let go of me! Why do you always pick on me?!” You wanted to kick him, but he already had his body weight against your thighs, immobilizing you.

You let your tears fall freely, not caring anymore about anything other than getting away from him. Through your blurry vision, you could make out that familiar sneer Draco always gave you.

“Because I can.” He answered your question. You internally recoiled as one of his hands came down, the backs of his knuckles caressing your wet cheek. “Crying already?”

“Get off of me!” You protested, your voice becoming weaker as horror set into you at the realization of the heat growing between your legs. “I… h-hate you!” Your voice had now become a full whisper, more of a last ditch attempt at convincing yourself that you were in control of your own body.

That wasn’t the case since Draco had used his superior physical strength to drag you by the wrist until you were both hidden behind the stairwell.

“Draco stop! You’re hurting me! Please!” More tears spilled down your cheeks.

“Shut up.” He finally let go of your wrist and you felt like your arm could breathe again.

That relief that came over you was replaced with something you didn’t wish to understand as Draco’s icy stare washed over your entire body.

You brought your arm to your face, hoping to shield yourself from him, and used the sleeve of your blouse to wipe away more tears.

Before you could wipe your face, Draco had grabbed your wrist again, along with the other one, and moved them to where they previously were, above your head.

With the combination of the darkened gaze you felt over your body and the growing heat between your legs, you were unable to move or speak at this point.

You had never been this close to Draco before this other than those times he’d get on top of you and hit you, but this time, you could actually see something different in the way he looked at you. You had never seen him look at anyone that way before, not even Pansy. You couldn’t put into words how he was looking at you, as in you couldn’t say what he was thinking but rather feel his desire to do something to you that didn’t involve punching you.

He had his full body weight pressed against you between himself and the wall, and you could feel something poking your thigh. Apparently he had realized you felt his erection because he started smirking, then subtly pressing into you more.

You felt so pathetic being under his control like this, or in any way, but this was all new to you, and a dark, hidden part of you had awoken inside.

You didn’t pull away as he inched his face closer and closer to yours. Then, your lips touched.

The kiss was rough, just like his methods of picking on you. He kept fighting to be let in by you until you bit him.

“You fucking bitch! You hurt me!” He screamed as he let go of the kiss, or it was rather you that let him go. Hurt? You couldn’t believe he had the audacity to come at you like that as he was your bully after all.

You only stare back at him as he touched his fingers to his lower lip. With his free hand, he had still kept you in place by gripping onto your waist.

As if he couldn’t have become more unbelievable, he started chuckling under his breath while still massaging the area you bit him. He was standing and bending over so close to you that you felt the soft stands of his hair tickling your forehead and your cheek, making you shiver.

Your heart swelled with pride at seeing him hurt after all this time. You didn’t know you could have ever been capable of getting back at him even after everything he did to you.

As Draco let his laughter die down, he slid his hand up from your waist to grip all the way up your side until he reached your neck. You saw his eyes widening as a small moan escaped you without your consent. You continued squirming, being in disbelief at the warm wetness leaking through your panties.

“You’re such a filthy little bitch aren’t you? I bet your pussy’s all wet too.” It was as if Draco knew exactly what was happening to your own body.

You attempted to clench your thighs together as he squeezed your neck harder and used his other hand to pinch your skin, right next to where the lace trim of your panties was.

The sane part of you wanted to fight him off, but the other part of you, that you didn’t want to acknowledge existed, wanted more of him. In the end, the sane part of you had lost.

You didn’t care anymore if you’d feel disgusted with yourself later. You wanted Draco to keep going. You decided to thrust your hips into his hand to try to make him move until he pulled away.

“I knew it.” He said arrogantly, as if confirming to himself about what he assumed of you earlier.

“Please, Draco.” You moaned as his thumb that that was previously on your neck wiped a stray tear off your face.

“You want this don’t you, Mudblood?” He continued smirking as he pinched the skin on your thigh for a second time, making you shriek.

He cast his gaze lower until his eyes met your black and yellow striped tie, seemingly sneering at the colors. You were still panting and squirming under his fingers as your eyes followed to where they were looking.

You didn’t notice earlier that there was a bench suspiciously, conveniently next to you.

Twirling one of the two strands of your braided hair, Draco chuckled lowly against your ear, making your stomach tighten and your breath hitch.

You didn’t need magic or a verbal command to know what he wanted you to do.

Still gripping onto the same strand of your hair, he backed away from you, giving you room to move, or rather, room for him to use your hair as a leash as he pulled you over to where the bench was.

You caught yourself with your palms just as your back was about to hit the hard stone surface. Like all the other times Draco had beaten you up, he was on top of you except this time, he made no attempt to hide his true intentions for being in this position.

Instead of the punches and scratches you were used to receiving from him, he had started grabbing one of your breasts and continued to knead it. He was still being rough with you, but he was touching you somewhere that was normally associated with pleasure, toying with your feelings of confusion.

You should’ve been disgusted and uncooperative with him, so why were you wrapping your legs around him, you questioned yourself.

“Ow!” Even through the layers of the fabric of your shirt and bra, you could still feel the force he pinched your nipple with. You couldn’t believe that someone else inflicting pain would send a rush of heat between your legs.

“Fucking shit. You like that don’t you?” You didn’t realize you were thrusting your hips upward, until you heard him cuss under his breath.

With your body eager to give into its filthy instincts, you thrust harder, his bulge sliding along the thin, damp cotton gusset of your underwear.

As if a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped on you, you gasped, taking in how flushed you must’ve looked.

You hated everything about this situation. You hated how your own bully was making you feel so good, you hated how the most intimate parts of your body craved him, you hated how you were acting like the same crybaby he always taunted you for being, and more than anything in the world, you hated him.

“Get up!” Draco snarled, pulling you out of your thoughts. You lay frozen where you were, and it wasn’t until he yanked on one of your braids (which came undone thanks to him pulling hard enough to loosen the ribbon) that you fell into his arms, your hands landing on his chest.

“Are you going to be a good little Mudblood this time?” Draco demanded as he gripped your shoulders. If it wasn't for your shirt covering that area, you were sure there would’ve been scratch marks or blood coming out.

Without giving you a chance to answer, he pressed his lips to yours, and this time, you let him in. You didn’t resist, opening your mouth further. He moved his lips against yours, as if he wanted to savor your taste. You had become too intoxicated to what you were giving each other, him sucking on the nectar provided by your mouth and you, on the languid flow of skin on skin.

Like a swimmer coming up to the surface for air, his mouth let go of yours. You shivered and had the instinct to huddle your arms against your chest as his eyes coldly raked over your body.

Your relief was short-lived when Draco pushed you forward, forcing you to fall on the bench and catch yourself on your elbows. You realized your skirt did nothing to cover you, revealing your white panties to him from behind.

You made a noise that sounded like a mixture between sobbing and gasping as you felt his cock pushing against where your body wanted him the most.

“You want more, little bitch?” He whispered. You nodded, digging your nails into the bench so hard you thought you might bleed.

You cried out as he snapped the damp fabric against your pussy.

“Please, please!” You whimpered. You silently hoped he wouldn’t force you to beg for his cock, but knowing him you already predicted he’d do just that.

“Tell me,” It started as a harsh whisper against your ear. “That you’re really a dirty Mudblood slut.”

“I-I’m a dirty Mudblood slut.” You repeated without missing a beat.

“That all you’re ever good for is fucking.”

“Please Draco! All I’m ever good for is fucking!” You knew how idiotic the sentences coming out of you sounded, and it made more tears spill out of you.

It wasn’t long until he pulled down your panties to your knees on the ground. You buried your face in your arms, too ashamed to turn around to see how much he was smirking at your exposed cunt, plush and swollen with your juices coating it.

You felt something wet on your folds, which you assumed was his tongue. Draco continued to lick along your soft folds until he reached your clit.

“Fuck.” You squeaked out as his tongue moved along the bundle of nerves. With every thrust you gave him, the tip of his nose would nudge your entrance, no doubt overloading his sense of smell with your arousal.

“What was that, Mudblood?” Draco tugged at your hair, but you tried to use what little strength you had left to keep your head down, avoiding his eyes.

“Fuck you.” You whispered.

“Go on, then.” As soon as he let go of your hair, his fingers were back inside you, letting the stickiness wrap around them. That wasn’t enough for you. Your body craved more, something bigger that could fill you up.

“Please, Draco.” Your sobs were muffled by your hands over your face. “Please. I want… My cunt wants your cock so fucking bad. All I want-”

“Enough!” He pinched one of your folds, effectively shutting you up. “You don’t get to have my cock just because you want it.”

“I’m sorry!” You repeated those words over and over. “I know! I know only you get what you want. Please take me! Take my cunt!”

“And why would I do that?” It was a rhetorical question.

“Because it’s what you want from me!” He didn’t care about your own pleasure. Why should someone descended from Pureblood royalty bother with a lower life form such as a Mudblood?

Finally, your aching hole was filled with his cock. It was perfect, just the right size to stretch you out, but also be able to squeeze him.

Neither you nor Draco spoke, as the sounds of your skin slapping your wetness against his cock was the only thing heard in the otherwise empty air.

You let him control your body, with his hands gripping your hips as he plummeted into you. The upper half of his body shadowed over yours, ominously trapping you, a reminder of who was in charge, who was superior.

The pleasure started settling through your blood, overcoming what little dignity you had left. It was this that caused the sounds you tried to hold in to burst through your lips. Draco’s hand pressed over your mouth, acting as the patch to the hole.

He wasn’t doing any better with keeping himself quiet. He was much worse.

While he used the strength of his body to act as your cage to squeeze you from the outside, your cunt had become a cage itself for him, having the same effect on his cock.

You were starting to feel it. The tightening inside your stomach grew harder to ignore the more he thrust into you. You didn’t want him to stop. You wanted him to break that tension inside you.

Something inside you had snapped, making you lose control in a way not even Draco could tame. There you were, screaming in the middle of a hidden corridor, getting fucked senselessly by your bully.

Deep within your still spasming body, you felt his cock stiffening then pulsing a few times. Draco reached around your leg and started rubbing your clit, still pulsing and oversensitive from your orgasm. You were unable to stop your entire body from convulsing around him.

As if you couldn’t feel any more stuffed, hot liquid started to coat your walls in multiple bursts. You allowed him to stay inside you and fuck your cunt until he slowed down.

When he had softened inside of you, he circled his arm around your waist and pulled you down so that you were sitting on his lap.

You relaxed into his touch as his fingers brushed through your hair, untangling it from the mess he caused.

An odd, unwelcoming sense of relaxation and comfort came over you in the hands of the person who had hurt you in the past as much as he had pleasured you less than five minutes ago.

Feeling the postponed shame wash over you, you let a tear stream down your cheek. Draco couldn’t see your face, and you preferred it that way.

Grabbing your underwear from its place around your knees, you slide yourself out of him as quickly as you could put the garment on to cover yourself.

From behind you, you heard Draco zipping himself up as well as the buckle of his belt being moved into place. In your peripheral vision, you saw him pick something up off the floor, probably your ribbon before putting it in his pocket.

That sicko can keep it as some trophy. You thought, rolling your eyes.

Draco stepped closer to you, and you wanted to hide your reddened face behind your hair, but he grabbed ahold of it. You were confused and you thought he would hurt you again, but you were frozen in place. His eyes had that effect on you.

He stared at you unnervingly as he started to fix your hair, then tied it off with the ribbon, making it look just as it did this morning.

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A/n: I’m intending for this to be a drama story more than romance/love story since there’s just mostly heavy toxic relationship type of stuff even though they’re not technically a couple in this one shot.

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This just sends me, man. I'm so sick of this.

Well, you said everything that needed to be said @levi-ackerman-ds

People constantly characterize Levi's choice to give Armin the serum as selfish, when it was literally the opposite. It's like the entire surrounding context of that scene just goes completely over their heads. They just flat out ignore it, like it never happened. Like Armin, specifically, wasn't the deciding factor in Levi's choice, when he absolutely, 100%, was. Levi believed in Armin to be the leader humanity needed, and he also knew Erwin was done as a leader. These people never want to acknowledge Erwin's fracturing psyche or overwhelming guilt. Never want to consider the consequences of that on him and his ability to lead, if he'd actually gotten to realize his dream. The comparison between Erwin and Armin is deliberate. The contrast between Erwin's dream having corrupted him and Armin's dream being free of corruption is highlighted specifically to convey why Armin was the right choice for humanity, not Erwin. Levi thinks specifically of the purity in Armin's eyes, the hope of his dream, compared to Erwin's dream, the exhaustion and relief in Erwin's eyes when Levi freed him from it. Why do these people think that deliberate contrast is made in the very panels leading up to Levi's choice? Do they think it's just an accident that Isayama drew those specific panels, in that specific order, and that it has no, actual bearing on how we're meant to interpret that scene? Of course it's meant to be taken into consideration. The continual denial of that is mind blowing to me. We see that deliberate contrast, in that specific moment, because we're meant to understand that Armin is the right choice, because of his purity and ability to let his dream go, while Erwin is the wrong choice, because Erwin's dream had destroyed him, or would have destroyed him, if it had come to fruition, and because he couldn't let it go. The fact it's the moment Erwin, in his delirium, asks his father how he knows humanity doesn't exist beyond the walls, that Levi makes his choice to give Armin the serum, is intentional. Because Levi realizes in that moment that Erwin is still a slave to his dream, and then he thinks of the pure look in Armin's eyes, and realizes the difference between them. That Armin's dream hadn't yet corrupted him. That he still believed in and fought for humanity's future. That he "had the same look in his eyes" as all of Levi's fallen comrades who had died for humanity. That belief in the possibility of a future for humanity. That's the whole point. Armin could do what Erwin was no longer capable of. Erwin was never going to be able to lead again if he had lived, not without becoming a monster. And what path would that have led them down?

Levi understood that, and he understood, because unlike Erwin, Armin wasn't controlled by his dream, he would be able to fill the void left by Erwin and lead humanity toward salvation, not destruction. And again, that plays out in the story. People just don't pay attention. Armin saves humanity, in the end, by being the one to convince Zeke that life is worth living, after all, (something Erwin never would have been able to do) and by negotiating peace between Marley and the Eldian's in the aftermath of the battle. People act like Erwin would have been able to negotiate peace before it ever came to the Rumbling being enacted, which is absurd, because Eren never gave the SC a chance to negotiate peace in the first place. Eren was always going to go through with his plans. It was never about negotiating peace for him. Erwin wouldn't have been able to stop that at all. There's even every chance, given Erwin's extreme guilt, which only would have been exacerbated by the realization of his dream, discovering that he sent all those soldiers to their deaths for nothing but the knowledge that the whole world was their enemy, that Erwin, in his desperation to assuage that guilt by ensuring his soldiers didn't die for nothing, would have gone to extreme and brutal lengths to achieve such. Meaning, as Levi said, he would have had to become a devil. A devil wasn't going to save humanity. A devil was only going to destroy it.

It wasn't selfish of Levi to let Erwin die. He did what was best, both for Erwin and for humanity as a whole.

You’re all right. Mikasa and Levi’s loyalties are different. Mikasa was able to put the world before Eren. Levi thinks Erwin is the greatest hope for humanity yet he still decided to let him rest. Then he clung to the promise he made to Erwin for 4 years. So, Levi put Erwin before the world. Mikasa put the world before Eren. So who’s actually the obsessed one here? Who’s the dog? The selfish one? Certainly not Mikasa yet misogyny dictates so.

What are you talking about? Levi's motivation was for everyone who died in the RtS arc. It was stated in both the anime and manga "for all of you." All of the Scouts who died that day. Not just one person. Did you miss that? Would you like me to hold your hand through it?

It's okay. I missed things first read/watch, too.

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WAIT WAIT WAIT HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE

So normally we only get fullblown, extended and dedicated flashbacks for heroic characters in One Piece, the characters who we're meant to root for. The literal only TRUE exception we've had to this rule was Big Mom's flashback. Even fucking Doflamingo's flashback was tied to Law and Rosinante's

So the fact that we haven't gotten a single fucking GLIMPSE at Crocodile's backstory is?!?

Like sure, we haven't gotten like a Moria flashback, but you know, he literally told us all we needed to know himself, AND we got to see glimpses of him in the Wano flashbacks. Arlong didn't get a flashback of his own, but he did get to cameo in Fisher Tiger's flashback. And Rob Fucking Lucci got a flashback that was 6 whooping panels long

BUT CROCODILE?? Not only do we know almost Fuck All about his story, but also have never gotten as much as a glimpse at it? But his backstory has been HINTED and TEASED at multiple times??

GUYS. FELLAS

Like. I am SURE the "Full Backstories for Heroes Only" rule is going to get broken again, but with Imu and Blackbeard already there just BEGGING to have their beans spilled, can we even be sure Sir Fucking Crocodile is somehow going to become A Villain So Dangerous To The Narrative that he ALSO should also recieve a Full Fucking Backstory?? For his Nefarious Schemes?? AT THIS POINT??

Y'all

I think it's more likely Oda's been saving up Croc's backstory because it might just completely recontextualize his entire character

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this is a good point because the world isn't going to run by itself, what's his plan on handling that?

I don't think he thought that far ahead, the comics didn't mention that part 😔

[nobodybetterlookatme]

How's it going with your coworker??!!

I'm still so fucking soft and that's really all I've got for today lmao