#this boi shoots through my heart everytime

[restricted-on-13th]

Finally contributed to this fandom (even though I'm super late and honestly, just came back for nostalgia then got sucked like a vacuum back to the fandom)

Anyways, have a ghost boi! 👻

[tinycoffeeroom]

more than enough | lando norris

face claim: none ♡

request: here !

requested: Hi lovely, I loved just friends!! Since reading, all I’ve been able to thinking about is bestfriend/roomate Lando. Maybe you’re not able to join him for race weekend and he hasn’t heard from you, like at all. When he returns, he thinks you’re not home until he hears the sobs and realises something is really wrong. Maybe you’ve broken up with your boyfriend and Lando is standing on the other side of your locked bedroom door, absolutely in love with you and hurting because you’re hurting 🫠

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📍 Miami

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landonorris WE FUCKING DID IT!!!!! P1 in Miami!!!!! you bitches can't call me lando nowins anymore!!!

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fan you can tell lando runs his own social media... ↳ mclaren it is our biggest burden

oscarpiastri well done mate! well deserved! ♥️ landonorris ↳ landonorris you next osc!!!

maxverstappen1 i said i'd have to collect my wins before you start coming for them, congrats winner! ♥️ landonorris

mclaren our papaya boy, you will always be loved (heart) ♥️ landonorris

fan WHERE IS Y/N?????? ↳ fan lando said in an interview that she couldn't come this week!!!! i'm sure she texted / called him

fan i know y/ns screaming and crying at the fact she couldn't be there this week

fan no lando / y/n hugging photo :((((( i miss my best friends

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f1gossip Lando Norris' roommate and best friend Y/N L/N was caught in a heated argument with her recently debuted beau outside a restaurant in Monaco. The person who sent the photo in was too far away to hear the argument, but said Y/N seemed despondent to the situation, watching her boyfriend walk away before paying the bill and leaving quietly. Soon after, waiter's came to each outside table and told them Y/N sent her apologies for the commotion.

fan y/n :(((( was he the reason she couldn't go to Miami????

fan i'm gonna dox him ↳ fan i mean... i'm not gonna stop you

fan i have a knife.

fan i hope he's an ex boyfriend now wtf???

fan do you guys remember the pics of her and lando talking at padel and her bf was shooting DAGGERS at lando??? yeah somethings going on there ↳ fan we hate insecure men

fan lando i know u have money and connections i need this man to disappear

It wasn’t unusual for you to go radio silent after a race you weren’t able to attend, especially one on the other side of the world. Lando was used to a simple “congrats on P4!<3333” or wherever he had placed that time, and then you would be off to the land of dreams as he went about his day, shuffling between meetings and the media paddock. 

Today was different however. Lando had actually won. He’d won his first ever race and his best friend and roommate was virtually nowhere to be seen. He couldn’t help but feel a little angry at you, you knew how much P1 meant to him, the hours he had spent moping around the little apartment the two of you shared after a bad race and the rants he would go on when he placed P2 but was inches from that ever so elusive win, slipping just through his fingertips. 

He fired off one last text to you before sliding the phone back into the waistband of his fireproofs so he had his hands free to accept celebratory fist bumps and handshakes from every garage along the paddock. 

The lack of communication from you slowly slipped his mind after he had interview after interview, the kind and excited words of the journalists filling him with pride as they recall just how far ahead of Max he had been. Sure, his mood soured everytime someone mentioned that he got lucky with the safety car but his mother always told him that luck was something to utilise, not something to rely on. 

When he was finally free of the media’s hands, he checked his phone again. No messages from you which made him sigh, but one from Max. Opening their text thread, he’d dropped Lando a location pin for a well known bar in Miami along with the sentence “9pm, be there or be square, race winner”. 

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To be quite honest, Lando doesn’t remember much of the party. Hell, he doesn’t even remember getting there, Zak having plied him with glass after glass of champagne during their debrief. He’s pretty sure Oscar had been the one to zip his fly up when they met outside their hotel rooms before the party, hands moving up to recentre his shirt so only a slightly scandalous amount of chest showed. 

Sitting on the private jet, again courtesy of Max, he thumbed through the last text thread between the two of you. You’d seemed fine, mentioning that you were going out for a meal with your boyfriend before the race started, and then… nothing. Complete and total radio silence. 

Maybe you were still with your boyfriend, too wrapped up in that jackass to notice the 17 messages Lando had left you since last night. 

God, he hated that guy. Ever since the day you had introduced him to Lando, he’d had a bad feeling. The guy was too touchy, arm wrapped securely and possessively around your waist like Lando was some kind of threat. 

And maybe he was. 

If he’d just manned up and told you the truth, that he’d loved you since the moment the two of you met one sunny day when he was still an F2 driver and you were the sister of one of his rivals, then maybe it would be his arm draped around you. 

Instead he had smiled, rolled over and showed his stomach like a runt at the bottom of the food chain, and watched from afar as the guy whisked you away under a mottled sunset. 

He felt a nudge at his side, eyes meeting Max’s curious ones. “Still no reply?”

He sighed, shaking his head as he pocketed his phone once again. “Maybe she’s busy…”

The excuse sounds weak even to his own ears, and when Max simply hums unbelievingly, he sighs again, mind torn in half at the elation of his win and the sadness of your ignoration. 

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Sliding the key into the door, he listened ahead for any sign of life. The sound of dishes clinking in the sink, or your playlist of noughties hits that he always pretended to hate but would secretly sing along to when you weren’t looking. 

The silence that blankets him is unnerving. Too reminiscent of when he’d moved here alone and had all but begged you to join him, promising a rent free and easy going life. 

Checking the kitchen, he sees it’s exactly as he left it last week. The living room is barely lived in, the odd throw misplaced from the back of the sofa. His game room door is still shut, as is both his and your bedrooms. 

As he walks through to drop his suitcase off in his room, dreading the amount of washing that will fall out of it when he gets the energy to open, he hears a noise. From your bedroom, specifically. 

Checking his watch, he sees its 2 in the afternoon. Normally, you would be up and out by now, dragging Lando to whatever new fad you had seen on tiktok, or to the padel courts where he would inevitably lose to you. 

Leaning so his ear presses against the door, he can make out the shuffling of sheets. Maybe you had decided to do some laundry whilst you waited for him to get back. But then, the sound of sniffling joins. 

He freezes on the spot, ear still pressed haphazardly to the wooden door. The sniffles get louder and louder, soon joined behind an unmistakable sob. He can feel his heart drop to the floor, his stomach joining it on its tumultuous way down. 

You were crying. And he had no idea why. 

Pulling away from the door, his hand hovers the knob. Should he knock first? Should he just leave you to it? Normally, when you were sad, you would sneak into whichever room he was in, either reaching a hand out to lay against his back or sitting close enough so your thighs touch. He knew you needed to feel some part of him in order to ground yourself, and he always obliged. Oftentimes, the two of you would end up cuddled on the couch, some soppy chick flick on the tv as you gave into the warmth surrounding you, eyes closing as you rested your head against his shoulder. Despite how much it hurt to see you sad, he couldn’t deny these quiet moments were his favourite part of any day. 

Another sob breaks out, the sound so cruel and visceral, it was as if it had been yanked from your very soul. He forgoes knocking, hand twisting the knob harshly. He tries to push it open, only to be met by a force pushing back against him. 

You’d locked the door. 

In the 4 years of living together, neither of you had ever once locked your bedroom doors, knowing the other would knock before entering but still feeling comfortable enough to forgo privacy so the rooms could be open to the other whenever. 

“Y/N?” He calls out hesitantly, as one would approach an injured bird. 

The sobs become muffled, more shuffling of sheets before you call back to him, voice weak and torn along the edges. “Lando?”

He normally loved when you said his name, but the whine that accompanies it today leaves a sour taste in his mouth. He knows he should ask what’s wrong but he doesn’t know where to begin. He’s never not known why you’re sad, the two of you an open book shared between friends. 

He starts the only way he knows how. “Did you watch the race?”

More shuffling of sheets and when you respond, your voice is closer. “I’m sorry Lan, I didn’t get a chance to.” A moment of silence passes between the two of you. “How did you do?”

He wants to be angry. He really does. The one time you don't watch a race and he only goes and bloody wins it. “I won.”

“What?” Your voice wobbles, wondering if you were imagining what he had just said. 

“I won, Y/N. My first P1. 7 seconds ahead of Max.”

He waits for your response, probably some form of congratulations spoken through wood given your current mood. What he wasn’t expecting was for you to unlock and slam open the door, the both of you wincing as it bangs against the wall. “Say that again.”

He takes you in for a moment. Bloodshot eyes rimmed with violet, tears still making their way down flushed cheeks. You’re wrapped in your duvet, only your head visible as the duvet covers what is probably bedhead and your favourite set of pyjamas - flannel trousers and a t-shirt of Lando’s you had stolen at some point. 

Shrugging his shoulders, he smiles warily at you. “I won.”

Throwing yourself at him, he takes a moment to steady the two of you, arms wrapping around the mass of duvets surrounding you. He can feel you crying again, tears soaking the collar of his shirt. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Lan. I should have watched, I mean you won and I wasn’t even there to watch. I’m sorry, please forgive me.” You choke through the words, fingers digging roughly into Lando’s back. 

He winces at the feeling of your nails digging into his skin through the shirt, squeezing you even closer to him. “Don’t be sorry. Something obviously happened.” He uses the mound of duvet to pull you away, eyes flickering over your face. You look heartbroken in more ways than one. “What happened, sweet girl?”

Your lips quiver at the nickname, a hand poking through the duvet to reveal your phone. After 3 tries of using face ID, you huff, angrily putting in your passcode before turning the screen to Lando. 

He scans the screen. It’s an instagram post by some F1 gossip page. He recognised the user as one who often tried to paint him as some womaniser, taking any regular interaction with a woman as a sign he was sleeping with them. 

This post, however, is different. He sees you first, mouth in a tense line as you stare blankly at your boyfriend. Then he sees the caption. 

The anger returns, festering and dark, this time directed to your dickhead of a boyfriend. “What did he do?”

You sigh, locking the screen and pulling your hand back into the duvet cocoon. “I said I wanted to go home because your race was about to start. He got angry and accused me of being in love with you. I pointed out that I was literally on a date with him. He called me every name under the sun, told me we were over and then stormed off. I’m sorry, Lan, this isn’t good publicity for you.”

He scoffed, eyebrows raising skyward. “I dont give a fuck about the publicity, I care about you. How dare he speak to you like that?” He can tell the angers bleeding into his tone but he’s about 2 seconds away from finding out where that prick lives and beating him over the head with a padel racket. “Are you ok? Do you want to put on a chick flick? Order a takeaway? Go to a rage room and plaster his face across every breakable thing?” Moving closer, he rests his hand against your jaw, nudging it between your tear stained skin and the soft duvet. “Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.”

Sighing, you nuzzle against his hand. “None of that, Lan. I just want to cry and forget what happened last night.”

Swallowing his pride, he nods. “Do you want me to talk to him? I can tell him we’re not in love with each other. Just best friends.” The ending comes out a little bitterly, but he hopes you’re too distracted to notice. 

You smile up at him affectionately. The simple curve is enough to make his heart flutter from where it had picked itself off the floor and wormed its way back into his chest. 

Reaching up to lay your hand over his, lacing your fingers between his, you sandwich it between the warmth he so craved. “I just want to be with you. You make everything better.”

He reflects your smile, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone. You wanted him, just him, and for now that was more than enough. 

[thefearedashantis]

Use Your Words

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter isn’t listening

Warning: None

'Do you still love me?'

The question clangs painfully against the back of your clenched teeth when Peter mumbles ‘mhmm?’ for the fifth time throughout your story. The sudden urge to question his affections almost unbearable as you stand off to the side of his desk, still sweaty and in your outside shoes having been in a rush to tell him about your day. Heart leaping with joy over the compliment you’d received from a classmate in your poetry workshop.

“And then he bent me over and fucked me on the profs desk while everyone watched”

“Mhmm”

At least Ned and MJ were listening where they lounged about the room, albeit rosy in the cheeks. They encourage you to continue as if any of this could be remotely true.

“In fact, he asked me when we’d be able to make sweet love again.”

“Mhmm”

“Figured I could pencil a date in for next week seeing as I’ll probably be single by then”

“Yeah? That’s great junebug.”

Peter has not once lifted his gaze away from his laptop. The light of the screen reflecting off his glasses, casting a soft blue haze over his features.

Your two friends sensing the oncoming argument scuttle off silently to the kitchen with the excuse of wanting snacks.

“Petey?”

“Yes my love?”

“You know, if you want to break up all you have to do is say so.”

“Mhmm.”

You’re halfway to the door when his brows pinch inward. Shaking his head quickly, Peter struggles to rewind the conversation in between a slew of agonizingly complicated equations. His brain chugging along much slower than he’d like, than he's used to.

“Wait what?”

“I think I'll head home for the day, see you later," you mumble. You had some lectures to catch up with anyway.

He finally breaks away from the device, lowering the lid slightly “Wait bug what did you say?"

“Nothing.”

“No, you said something. Repeat it for me"

“I shouldn’t have to repeat it. You should have heard it the first time.” You spit over your shoulder, reaching for the doorknob.

Peters up, trailing behind you on long legs “Now hold on a minute, that's not fair.”

“And I wouldn’t be so bothered if this was a once in a while thing, but it's becoming an everytime thing! I come back after a good day or even a bad one, and I try telling you about it, and you sit there more focused on the performance of listening than actually listening." And what a performance it was. Leaning in, nodding with the occasional smile or eye contact or frown or gasp or laugh. All without actually having heard a word you said.

You listened to any and everything he had to share with enthusiasm and even questions to follow.

“That’s not true! I was listening.”

You cross your arms over your chest with a sceptical tic in your jaw “Ok, then what did my classmate say about my poetry?”

Peter stops in his tracks “um”

“quickly.”

“He said it was lovely?” You had used the word lovely in your story, but the questioning pitch of his voice has you fleeing all the same. He didn't know for sure if that was what you said.

Your fingers have just wrapped around the cool metal of the knob when all of a sudden your wrist is pinned to the door by a sticky white substance. A beat of silence resonates through the room before you're whirling on your boyfriend with twice as much annoyance as before.

“You did not just web me!” You yell

“Everything's happening too fast!” Peter wails, arm still extended from trapping you, pupils wide.

“Well allow me to excuse myself while the boy genius catches up,” you say, going for your keys. You'd use them to saw your way free, no matter how long it took. But as soon as you wiggle them free from your pocket, another web shoots out and sticks your free arm to the other side of the door. The keys clank uselessly to the ground. “Stop doing that!”

“Stop trying to leave!”

“If I don’t go now ill be late for my date with someone who actually cares about what I have to say!”

“I do care about what you have to say!" The wet rasp of his confession immediately extinguishs your anger. With a predatory focus, you hone in on the abrupt glossy sheen of his eyes, the rosy tint creeping up his neck. The way he starts to shift his weight from foot to foot, rubbing his plams against the abrasive material of his jeans. His lips tremble, pale with the force of his trying to keep them still. "I-" He chokes. Stops. Gaze snapping up to the ceiling before running to you. Working his jaw back and forth as if the words are fighting him, refusing to be spoken, "I've just been really fumbling with the whole juggling school and spidermanning lately.”

The sentence seems to zap what little energy he has. He stumbles in what you assume to be relief, to sit down on his bed. Removing his glasses, he tosses them without care, pressing his knuckles into his eyes and scrubbing at them cruely “…’m tired”

You watch in silence as Peter closes in on himself. He uses his hands to muffle his sniffles, but in doing so, allows a few salty drops to escape and slip along the slope of his nose. Falling from the tip, a row of tiny dark splots begins to form on his shirt. His tears only drip faster as the minutes tick by. His chest stuttering erratically with the task of inhaling and exhaling.

It makes you feel shitty but you don't try to comfort him.

You remain still and quiet as to not disturb the moment in fear that if Peter remembers you're there, he'll attempt to compose himself when all he really needs is to let it out.

When he's cried himself dry, you probe lightly “are you eyes hurting you again?”

He doesn't raise his head. You're faced with knots and tangles of brown “mhmm.”

“words please parker.”

“So much” he gasps, seemingly renewed with sorrow.

This is the boy, you realize, the one Aunt May has told you about amongst the shadows and hush of night. When you sleep over on weekends and wake up longing for a cold glass of water, slipping from bed a little while before dawn only to find her already up, never having actually gone to bed.

The boy who tries to shield his gentle soul behind humour and smarts. Who often takes on much more than he can handle to satisfy others, and is content to crush himself beneath the weight of responsibility if only to let one more person rest easy that day. The one who yearns to please above all else.

Peter often suffers from aches and pains, comes with the territory, but his facial discomfort has been a persistent problem of late. A deep soreness in his cheekbones, temples, behind his eyes, that no pain killer seemed to relieve.

“temple massage?”

“Please?”

With a final sniffle, Peters back on his feet. Swaying over, he makes quick work of freeing you. Pressing shy kisses of apology to your wrists.

No longer having it in you to be upset, you swat him back towards the bed, getting comfortable in your usual postions. Your back propped up on the pillows, Peter sprawled across your lap, face plastered against your tummy. His arms loop around your thighs, fingers playing with the stiching on your pants.

Retrieving the oil and comb from his sidetable, you set to work untangling his hair before you get to the real job of massaging his scalp and temples. A repetitive activity that allows you both time to think about what you've been truly wanting to say.

“You make me feel so invisible sometimes." You start. Peters' hair is soft despite being so uncared for. You comb back his bangs, cupping his face gently and shifting it to look up at you "like it doesn’t matter if I’m here or not. I know you're a busy person, and i accept and love that part of you. But all i ask is five minutes where we act like I'm not some annoyance.”

Insecurity was something you'd fought tooth and nail to rid yourself of over the course of your relationship. Not only a genius but a superhero , being interested in a mere arts major certainly took a toll on the psyche. Sometimes, you caught yourself slipping back into not so nice thoughts and behaviours.

A flash of hurt strikes across Peters face. When he speaks, warmth puffs under the hem of your shirt “I’m sorry. I'm not doing it on purpose. I love having you around and hearing about your day. It's the most relaxing part of my own."

“That’s why you need to tell me when you’re feeling overwhelmed so I can support you in the way you need. I never want you to feel like that.” Like there's nobody in his corner paying attention to his needs.

You accept the apology and continue with your work of destressing your boyfriend. His eyes fall shut after a time and you think he's fallen asleep, familiar with post cry exhaustion when,

“He said you write with patience, giving every word the chance to be what it wants to be” Peter whispers.

“Now, was that before or after he stuck his tongue down my throat?”

“Bug” he groans, springing up. He playfully shoves you back with an exaggerated scowl. You roll to your side, giggling at your own antics. Peter closes in. Slotting a thigh between your legs to lay his body against yours, smothering you with his elevated temperature.

“Trick question! It wasn’t his tongue he stuck down my throat.”

Another howl of disgust rips free from Peter “I hate you!”

“liar!”

Divider: @sister-lucifer

[riki-riks-chick]

Edging Jungwon till he cries?

Milk ┃Y.JW

sub!jungwon x dom!reader

yn punishes jungwon for touching himself

cw: handjobs, orgasm denial/delay, edging, kissing, mommy kink, yn calls jw kitten, cum eating, crying, over stimulating, dacryphillia, cock rings.

wdct: 530

i rlly didn't know how to make a full fic out of this so it's rlly short. sorry 😔

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Third Person POV~

"M-Mommy please... I've been so good.. Let me cum.." Jungwon is pent beneath you, you're straddling his thighs and his wrists are tied to the headboard with your favorite blue silk ties. You've probably been here for only fifteen minutes now, and Jungwon's already a whining mess, squirming and begging beneath you.

"Oh, but kitten we're just getting started." You laughed seductively, making Jungwon shiver. You trail the coffin shaped length of your nail down his length, running over the baby blue cock ring that's sitting prettily against his rosy flesh.

You're fully clothed, having just come straight home from work, pantsuit now slightly wrinkled from the position you're sitting in. You found Jungwon playing with himself and you decided to punish him just for fun.

Now he was begging to cum, and you weren't planning on letting him any time soon.

You wrapped your hand around his length, stroking him with a slightly fast pace, the melodic sounds of your silver bracelets clinking echoing with every flick of your wrist.

He squirmed beneath you, wanting to move his legs but being unable to with your weight on top of him. His cock is dripping precum, and the rosy red color of his tip reflects his need to cum.

Everytime he gets even remotely close, you stop, and it's unbearable. "Mommy... Please.. I wanna cum.." He's near tears and it turns you on even more. The way he's pulling against the silk ties, the way his cock is twitching against the air, and the way his hair falls into his eyes. It's all so hot.

"Jungwon... Baby, your begging is useless.. Bad boys get punished don't they?.." He nods at your question, though he's still sniffling. It's clear he's in shambles.

You continue tugging at his aching erection and he moans loud, writhing beneath you. "Mmm.. fuck.." He whines, bucking his hips into your hand as you pull away yet again, ripping him from yet another orgasm.

He cries this time, fat streams of tears rolling down his cheeks as he sobs, his cock twitching pitifully. "Please... I can't take it anymore.. It hurts.. Let me cum, please.." He's now pleading and your heart is hurting watching him cry.

"Oh, my precious kitten... You're so pitiful, baby.." You smile, leaning down to kiss him as he kisses back eagerly, whimpering against your lips.

"You wanna cum that bad? Hm?" You ask as he nods. "Yes, please mommy.. Wanna cum so bad."

You smile at his earnest, wiping his tears as you take his length into your hold once more, fisting his tip as you rub it mercilessly, watching him buck against you.

"I-I'm gonna c-cum..." He sobs, moaning loudly as you stroke him faster, watching his load shoot from his blushed tip, landing either on your hand or his abdomen. "Good boy.. So much cum, kitten..."

You pull your hand away, dragging your fingers through his cum before sliding them into his mouth. He moans around your digits, sucking them clean.

"Perfect.. Good kittens always finish their milk.."

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im not into mommy/daddy kinks but i felt like this might be fitting idk. hope this was okay.

[sugarygetoo]

divine.

-> pairing: nanami x fem! reader

-> summary: the moment you walk down the aisle, nanami realizes just how deeply in love he is with you.

-> cw/ tw:  nothing (suprisingly lmao).

-> wc: 430 (dang, i fell off T-T)

-> song inspo: die with a smile - lady gaga, bruno mars.

-> an. suprise! it's yena! yes, i'm alive, yes i wrote this, yes, this sucks. i suck at writing fluff, but what are you expecting from someone who's 20 and still never even held hands with a boy romantically (please help me, i want to stop being single PLEASE)💀😭

starting a new masterlist for certain fics that were inspired by certain songs, so make sure to keep an eye out for what is basically my way of giving out song recs lmao

apologies about not writing more often, i'm just much more of reader then i am a writer so I've just been reading a crap ton, so I'm sorry!!!

forgive me, i'll write more angst i promise 🙏

main masterlist. | yena's playlist.

✎ xoxo, yena.

“i, i just woke up from a dream. where you and i had to say goodbye. and i don’t know what it all means. but since i survived, i realized wherever you go , that’s where i’ll follow.”

there were no words to describe the feelings that nanami feels in his body right now. 

you are so, so beautiful. 

as he watches you walk down the aisle towards him, he feels as if everything around him has disappeared, all he could see was you. from the way your hair was done to how you look divine in that pristine dress as if it were made solely for you. 

his heart is beating so fast that he’s sure he might not even make it through the rest of the event. his hands are shaking from nervousness and wet from sweat. every step you took felt like cupid’s arrow shooting him in the heart over and over again, and everytime time he made eye contact with you felt like lightning shooting through his entire body.

you were everything that he’s ever wanted and more.

“nobody’s promised tomorrow.”

by the time you arrive right in front of him, nanami is sure he’s no longer breathing. you looked like the epitome of an angel and he couldn’t believe he was gifted the opportunity to stand in front of you and declare his love for you. 

holding his hand out for you to take, he couldn’t help but tighten his hold on your hand. the heat radiating of from it reminds him that this was real.

that this was all, very, very real.

he was getting married. to you.

“so i’m gonna love you like it’s the last night, like it’s the last night.”

he felt like crying. 

being able to hold onto you like this and stare into those eyes of yours that he loves so much. he’s sure his heart is beating loud enough for everyone in the hall to hear, but he couldn’t care less. 

not when you stare at him as if he was the most precious person in the entire universe. not when you wrap your warm, comforting hands around his. not when the biggest, sweetest smile blossoms on your face as your eyes slowly turn red.

nothing else mattered. 

nothing, other then you.

“if the world was ending, i wanna be next to you. if the party was over, and our time on earth was through. i wanna hold you, just for a while.  and die with a smile. if the world was ending, i wanna be next, to you.”

@ sugarygetoo, all rights reserved.

[writingoddess1125]

Hockey AU Buggy

Hockey Buggy x GNReader

Fluffy Fluff Romance

Well Damn I come back with a writers block so bad not even a shotgun to the ass could blow it out! Anywho watched some TV and got this idea! Enjoy 💕

• Ah the Big Top Hockey Team- The best of the worse in Hockey.

• The Famed Center Clown Star of the Rink- Buggy.

• The Nickname coming from both his personality and the bright red nose he got from rosacea/cold

• Buggy is a notorious asshole to everyone- His long blue hair often poking out his helmet like little tuffs- often making him look ridiculous.

• He chews on his bright red mouth guard constantly and it looks like a permanent red smile shifting over his face when he sits out or is waiting.

• He and his team are lazy- but dirty players. Being the first to break out in fights and first to fuck up a play.

• Wouldn't be the first time Buggy punches someone in the back of the head and gets sat out for retaliation

• Missing a Tooth after a bad scuffle with the Red Hair Team a few years back so wears a clip in tooth to cover it.

• You were the journalist for the Hockey division- new and having to sit at almost every game in your area. This being no different as you sit with your laptop on your lap typing everything down. Not noticing you caught a certain centers eye-

• Buggy slows down right infront of you- Looking you up and down as he gave a wicked grin-

• "Ay! Haven't seen you here before gorgeous" Buggy chimes in, making you raise a brow at the man.

• "You're in a active game?-" You point out, gesturing to his team and the opposing team behind him currently fighting on the Rink while the poor ref tries to break it up.

• "They can wait- Your phone number however cant" He said with a grin- You laughing at his antics and shake your head.

• "Well, Seems like you're gonna have to wait- Cause you ain't getting it" You wink- Seeing his face freeze in both shock and interest at yohr rejection.

• Oh it Was On!

• Everytime you were at a game, so was Buggy. Either playing or not he would show up and shoot his shot at you.

• Each time you'd reject him. Some days he took it like a champ and others he would throw a bitch fit.

• However he didn't quit- even after a solid year he hadn't stopped. While you rejected him romantically it didn't mean you hadn't become good friends with him and his team.

• "I swear to God I'd be so good to you" He said, leaned against the wall. Dressed in his gear as his game was starting up soon. You smirk at this, not used to a more Eros form of remark.

• "Oh? Switching up the flirting Clown Boy?" You mused. However looking in his eyes you don't see lust like all the times before- No this was different.

• "I'd rub your feet good, Cook you dinner- make you fruit covered in chocolate. Just let me shoot my shot (Y/N) I promise"

• You stare at him surprised- A feeling of warmth hitting your face. "G-Go play. Your game is soon"

• He nods accepting what he felt was another rejection as he headed off to the rink.. Your heart seemingly skipping some beats.

• "I need your quote from the last game" You say, Seated in a Cafe so you could interview Buggy. However he was being difficult and turned facing away from you in the chair. "Which would be easier if you turned to face me"

• "Don't know about that- If I face you I may blow a hole through the table-" He deadpanned which made your eyes roll.

• "Well try-"

• "Alright but you look like that so don't be surprised if I look like I wanna be underneath you" He said with a smile, turning in his seat to take you in fully. A bright smile on his face-

• "Wow-" He said like he was blown away by you. "Quote- Now" You emphasize not wanting to fall into his new attempt at you.

• "I'll Honor you to the day I die- I Swear.. And you can quote that" He said with a bright smile, Winking at you and staring with only love in his eye.

• This continued for a week- And in truth your resolve was starting to break. It wasn't just flirting anymore but true interest in you and desire.

• It was getting harder and harder to reject him.. Maybe you liked his red nose, his blue hair or the way he giggled.

• However it wasn't till the first game of the new season that things changed. He had come to you with roses this time and his jersey.

• This was the most that people had ever showed up for a Big Top Game and it showed by how clean the team seemed for once. Including Buggy-

• His hair in a ponytail as he held the items out to you, stopping the flow of his team going on the Rink just for this.

• "Buggy what are you-" He cut you off with a desperate look in his eyes.

• "One chance- Give me a Moment and I swear, I'll make it last a lifetime"

• You stare at him, smiling as held put the jersey to you and flowers to you. A grin on his face as you shake your head with a chuckle, taking the gifts from him.

• His face lit up like you'd given him a million dollars and a blow job.

• "You get one moment- Make it count"

• That night you'd seen he had actually tried- putting out the best plays you'd ever seen and winning the game that night for the first time.

• The whole time he was staring at you as well

• Seemed all he really needed was that chance-

[rayassecretlife]

Here with me

Pairing: Aged up!19 year old Neteyam x fem!omaticaya reader

PART 2

In which: You are a healer and Neteyam fights the battle against the sky people without his father knowing, comes back wounded, and earns not only a lecture from him, but from you.

Warning(s): Swearing, Kissing, mentions of getting hurt, blood, Neteyam being an idiot

If you got payed everytime you woke up to Neteyam gone, you’d be filthy rich by now. You knew he had duties to fulfill, and his father ordered him around a lot, but it still hurt knowing he cared that little for you. Your hammock felt empty without your mate, not even being able to go back to sleep without him.

Now, you were walking into Mo’at’s pod, her eyes not noticing you at first as she mixed the herbal mix in her hands. “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Y/N” you entered the doorway and she looked up, giving you a small smile before waving you over to her.

“You are worried, yes?” She asks as you sit next to her, earning a nod of your head. You weren’t so much worried about Neteyam, but the people above that were currently trying to attack the forest once again.

Neteyam wasn’t aloud to fight in the battle, seeing as Jake feared something horrible might happen to him and Lo’ak. Neytiri always ended up dragging Neteyam by the ear back into your shared pod, lecturing him right in front of you. Even at 19, his mother still scared him.

Man, did neytiri scare everyone.

“The sky people… do you think we will win again?” She sighs, placing the herbal mix onto the small table in front of you. She turned to you, taking your hands in hers.

“Do not worry, Sweet girl. It’ll all be okay” she could sense your fear from just sitting next to you, but she had fear as well. Fear that Jake wouldn’t be successful again or worse, they’d lose their home again.

“Have you seen Neteyam? He left without telling me this morning and I… I get the feeling that something is wrong” this didn’t feel like the usually him leaving to go hunt, it felt like he had left to do something much, much bigger. Your mates intuition was never wrong, and that’s what worried you the most, because if you felt he was hurt, he could very much be hurt.

“What do you mean, child? Neteyam and Lo’ak went riding just hours ago” you sighed at her words and nodded your head, running a hand through your long hair. “You know, you are the perfect girl for my grandson” your heart skipped a beat once she speaks, watching her sweet smile reassure your worried feeling. “You look out for him, a very good healer too” you laugh as she rubs your back, pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Learned from the best” she shook her head with a laugh, standing to her feet. “When do you think they will be back?”

“Probably sunset, you know how they ar-“

“Your supposed to be spotters! Spot them and call it in—from a distance!” Both you and Mo’at’s ears perked at the sound of Jake’s raised voice, looking at each other once you put the pieces together.

You rushed out of the pod as you listened to your mate’s father completely yell at the boys and the more you approached, the more visible things were starting to become.

“Jesus I let you two genius’s fly a mission and you disobey direct orders!” He continues to yell, Neteyam’s head held down to his feet the entire time.

“What the hell is going-” Your voice faded as your eyes caught glimpse of the many cuts and bruises along your mates body, your eyes widening as you grab hold of his arm to examine his wounds. “I don’t understand… Mo’at said you went riding”

“These two knuckleheads tried to be their own fucking hero and tried to fight the sky people” Jake informs you and your eyes shoot death stares into Neteyam’s. The sky people? Does he not understand he could’ve died?

“I take full responsibility, sir-“

“Yeah, You do” Jake shook his head, “this is ridiculous! You are going to get your brother killed” he glared at Lo’ak and then at you, letting out a heavy sigh. “Y/N, would you please go help Mo’at with the wounded”

“My mate is wounded” you glare at his father, your fingers tracing over the many cuts along his back.

“Ma’Jake, your son is actually bleeding” Neytiri tilted her head, her eyes growing soft at his look. Neteyam shook his head at her words, pulling his arm from your grasp.

“I’m fine, it’s fine” You swear you could have punched him in that moment. Fine? This was anything, but fine.

“Go get patched up. You are dismissed” Neteyam gives one last look to Lo’ak before walking away from his family but you followed close behind. Your anger increased while you watched the boy walk faster in front of you, avoiding your contact.

“Neteyam” The two of you enter your pod but he keeps walking, ignoring your every call to his name. Your body fills with rage as you walk to him, grabbing his arm forcefully to turn him towards you. “Fucking look at me!”

His eyes meet yours and your now able to see the cuts on his face, your eyes softening as your hands practically flew to his face. “It is fine, Y/N-“

“Say that again and I swear to Eywa I will kill you” he sighs at your raised voice and sits down, he already knew the drill. His head low while he still looked at you, watching you grab the healing kit that sat on the other side of your pod. “Your a fucking Skxawng”

You sat behind your mate, draining the water from the soaked cloth in your hand before running it along his wounds. How could he be this stupid? This irresponsible?

“I am sorry, Syulang” (flower) you didn’t respond to him, continuing to clean his wounds as you felt your heart crumble once again. This was just one of the many heart attacks he had given you since you mated and sometimes, you think maybe he thought it was funny.

He hissed as you clean his wounds further, trying his hardest to get you to speak to him. He was desperate. He knew how you were after he worried you, but when he was hurt? Oh Eywa, it was so much worse.

You patched the boys back wounds before moving to sit in front of him, pulling his head piece up to reveal a trail of blood running down his face.

“Ma’Tìyawn, please” (my love) you bit down onto your bottom lip harder then you could have imagined, wiping the blood from his face with the newly fresh cloth. You wanted to yell, you wanted to scream so terribly because if you didn’t, you would cry.

His hand cupped your face as he watched your eyes begin to water, his own softening at your expression. He hurt you, and that was the only thing he truly cared about.

“Stop touching me, Neteyam” you push his hand away from you, his ears falling low at your disappointed voice. He felt terrible for putting you through this again, making you feel like he was your responsibility.



“Please, Y/N. I’m sorry” he begged, not daring to touch you again but practically suffocating you with his voice. “I should have told you I-“

“You should have told me? You should have fucking told me, Neteyam?” You mugged the boy, you had never been so angry with him yet so glad he was here, safe with you. “What if that was me? What if I left and came back bleeding?”

“You have to understand who my family is, Y/N. My father is Toruk Makto, I can’t just sit around and wait for him to give me orders. I have to fight, it’s in my blood”

“Why didn’t you tell me, Neteyam” it was more forward then a question. You stared into the boys eyes as your own filled with tears, his face softening at you.

“At first it was just scouting, but then Lo’ak wanted to help and when I tried to tell him off, he went anyway” he reasons, taking your shaking hands in his. “I had to go after him, Y/N. He’s my little brother”

You hated that you couldn’t be mad at him, but he scared you, and he knew that. You knew he couldn’t control Lo’ak and man, you were going to beat his ass when you see him later.

“How did you get these” he sighs at your question, thinking about lying for a second until you glared at him—already knowing his thoughts.

“I got hit and was stuck under rubble, my dad found me and pulled me out before it got bad” You scoffed and shook your head, continuing to clean the wounds on his face. He had many more covering his chest and some on his legs, but you couldn’t bare to look at his bleeding face any longer. “But I’m okay. That’s all that matters, right?”

You took a deep breath as you felt your eyes water ten times worse, and you gripped the cloth in your hand, draining the blood into the bucket next to you. You hated when he saw you like this, but this only made him love you so much more. The way you cared for him never seemed to actually register in his mind until you cried, and he felt like shit for doing that to you.

“Please don’t cry, pretty girl” His hands laid against your waist, fingertips gliding against your skin. Oh how much he hated himself right now. He wanted to scream at himself, at the world, and most importantly, Lo’ak. He had to remember it wasn’t just him getting hurt now—you were his mate, with him for life, and if he was hurt, so were you.

“I’m so done with this, Neteyam” you choked out, closing your eyes as you felt a tear fall. There were too many close calls, you didn’t know how much more you could take. He cupped your face in his large hands, his thumb wiping the tears from your cheeks. “The thought of losing you fucking terrifies me”

His eyes soften at your words and he pulls you in close, wrapping his arms around you as you did the same, now straddling his lap. Your fear of losing him was times infinity, worried he’d end up like everyone else and leave you. You couldn’t bare that feeling, not again.

It felt like history had been repeating itself. When you and neteyam were 17 and you got into an argument over your safety—the day you admitted you loved each other. That might have been the only time you’d ever seen him cry, so worried that you would get hurt.

“You won’t lose me, Ma’Tìyawn. I promise” Neteyam mumbled softly, pulling away from you the smallest bit. His vibrant yellows staring into yours as the wind blowing your hair loosely behind your ears.

Man, this felt like deja vu.

It wasn't until he pulled you closer and pressed his soft lips against your own, leaving you with the wandering idea of you staying mad at him. You found yourself yearning for the feeling, moving into the now very passionate kiss and your hands starting to make their way to his face. 

His arm swiftly snaked around your waist and he pulled you into his lap, making you gasp against his lips. Your mouth moved fervently against his, feeling and hearing the way he groaned beneath you only made you lose your mind. Something about the moment—something about him, it was pure bliss. Nothing else mattered in that moment.

But by just one clear of the throat, everything had broken, and you found yourself scrambling to get off your mates lap, turning to whoever had interrupted your passionate moment.

“Mom is asking for you back at the pod” Lo’ak scratches his head before leaving, clearly uncomfortable with what he had just saw. Neteyam couldn’t help but burst into laughter, immediately causing you to hit his chest.

“Shut it, you fucking Skxawng!” You stood to your feet as he continued to laugh, crossing your arms at your mate.

“Come on, you just forgave me” he walked to you but you didn’t budge, watching him tilt his head to the side so his braids shook everywhere.

“I never said I forgave you” And with one small smirk, he had you up in the air over his shoulder—holding you tight against him, ignoring your protest as you hit his back laughing uncontrollably. “Neteyam!”

The two of you laughed as he dropped you onto your shared hammock, leaning down to press a small kiss to your lips. “It doesn’t have to be this difficult, you know”

He felt bad for leaving you once again but he would be back, and you wouldn’t forget what he had planned for you once he returned. You kissed his jaw and twisted his hair between your fingers, watching his ears lower as his eyes shut. “Your making it really hard to leave, Syulang”

You hummed, pulling his face away from yours to look at. He was practically begging with his eyes, and you could feel the heat rise between your legs. This wasn’t good—but man, did it feel so right.

“I know you will be back, Sevin ‘evengan. Go see what your mom needs” (pretty boy) you gave him a small smile and watched him huff in response, leaving the pod with the roll of his eyes.

You couldn’t help but smile at the tingling feeling against your lips, laying your head against the netting under you as you sighed. Neteyam was an idiot at times, and sure as hell scared the shit out of you every time he went out, but you loved that boy with everything in you—and you couldn’t thank anyone but Eywa for bringing him to you.

He was here with you, until the end of time.

I wanted to do a Angst part and a smut part for people who aren’t comfortable reading smut lol soooooo here’s part 2 (SMUT)

[rowdyhughesy]

Beside you - Jamie Drysdale

“ you feel like home, and everywhere I’ve never been. All at once “

- butterflies rising

Word count: 1K

She’d fallen in love with Jamie Drysdale the summer of her junior year of high school. He was pale skin, freckles dusted on the apples of his cheeks, dark hair and piercing blue eyes.

It was a blur of hours spent in his backyard. Talking about what they hoped senior year would bring. Laugher and big smiles as the two rode their bikes down the streets of Torontos suburbs.

“What do you wanna be when you grow up?” Jamie’s voice had sliced through the comfortable silence like a knife. The darkness consuming the four walls of his bedroom as they lay under the blankets on his bed. Legs tangled together and one of her hands running through the strands of hair on his head. Jamie laying on top of her, the side of his face pressed against her chest listening to the rhythmic beating of her heart.

“I think I’d like to be a teacher. Kindergarten. What about you? I know you wanna be a hockey player but what if?” Jamie hums in thought.

“If I can’t play hockey I’d be a coach. Teach little kids how to play, watch them grow to love the game like I do.” The girl smiles at that, an image playing in her head of Jamie teaching young boys and girls how to skate. How to shoot the puck on net and grow their confidence step by step.

What nobody tells you when you fall in love at the age of 16 is that with love, with love comes your first heartbreak.

When we both fall asleep, underneath the same sky

To the beat of our hearts at the same time

So close but so far away

Can you hear me?

Tossing and turning on her bed her mind goes back to the freckled boy. She wished he could hear her thoughts wherever he is right now.

The very same freckled boy was laying in his bed, a newly familiar bedroom in Pennsylvania. Thinking of the girl back home in Toronto and how he left his heart back there with her.

“I wish you could hear me right now Y/N.”

My heart wants to come home

I wish I was, I wish I was

Beside you

She watches the NHL draft when she knows it’s his year. Tears pricking at her eyes when his name gets called. Fingers itching to send a text. Tell him how proud she’s feeling in this moment but she doesn’t. A small voice in her head telling her he’s forgotten all about her. That the two kids that fell in love is just a distant memory now.

Heart aching, longing to be back to that summer. To be with the person who still two years later holds every tiny piece of her heart in his hands.

A heart and soul that wants to come home. Home being Jamie’s arms and the way he smiled everytime they locked eyes. The comfort of his presence when he walked into a room. Pulling people in without even trying, like a siren song to sailors in the ocean. Captivating.

There is no home like the one next to Jamie and god if she doesn’t want to go back home when she sees him on the tv. Even more beautiful now than when she last saw him:

Another day, and I'm somewhere new

I made a promise that I'll come home soon

Bring me back, bring me back to you

They say if you love something you let it go, if it’s meant to be it will find it’s way back to you.

It’s something she’s been telling herself since she said goodbye to Jamie. That they’ll find their way back somehow.

It’s been almost three years and they’re both still wandering around, having missed the right turns to find their ways back. She moved out of Toronto the summer she graduated from high school, leaving no way for Jamie to find her when he came back.

He’s been aimlessly searching for the girl since.

Seeing her face in every person he crosses on the street. His promise of that he’d come back looming over his head like a rain cloud.

There are pieces of us both

Under every city light

And the shining as we fade into the night

Their first kiss had happened during one of their walks late at night. Jamie’s hand had brushed against hers, a blush rising on both of their cheeks at the small sparks that ran from the tip of their fingers to their chests.

Jamie deciding that he wanted to be brave had grasped her cold hand. Thumb rubbing the girls knuckles as he stopped walking.

Standing still under the glow of a street lamp Jamie looked down at her. The boys blue eyes looking darker than usual from the darkened sky and overhead light.

Taking a deep breath he utters the words he’s been wanting to say since he first met her a month ago. “Can I kiss you?”

Standing on her toes she slots her lips against Jamies. Everything around them fading away as they stand there for ages. Kissing, hands sprawled across their cheeks and teeth knocking together from smiling so hard.

She knew then she was going to fall in love with Jamie and he knew the same. That this first kiss sealed the deal of their love.

Some loves happen so you know what love is supposed to feel like, they’re not meant to last but that doesn’t make it hurt any less when it ends. When it ends it still hurts just as much as.

It hurts because you believed it was meant to last. That this other person is the one made specifically for you and when they leave this gaping hole inside you grows and grows where they’re supposed to be.

So she lays there in her bedroom, mind and body restless like it has been since Jamie left. Yearning for him to bring back the pieces of her she left with him and that he’ll finally be back beside her once again.

I miss you Jamie whispered into the air before her eyelids grows too heavy and she falls into a heavy sleep, dreaming of pale skin and blue eyes.

[redlegumes]

Things I need to see in Stranger Things Season 5

I saw someone else's post and disagreed so hard, had to make my own 😅

- Eddie alive in some capacity and a saving him arc

- Erica being allowed to be/feel vulnerable (maybe in a sibling heart to heart, she's so strong all the time!)

- Addressing trauma for literally anyone and everyone

- Single, thriving Nancy

- A triumphant return to life for Hopper (who does not go back to being a police officer, 'cause acab)

- The Harringtons: some details, anything really

- Will having untainted fun times with friends other than Mike (like everytime we catch that boy getting a break it's always chained to bad tinglies)

- More ladies relationship/friendship moments that don't have a 'thinking bout boys undercurrent,' i.e. Max helping El feel good in her clothes, Nancy and Max shooting, Karen Wheeler supporting her daughter through sexist bullshit, Joyce loving El, etc

- Most unlikely wish: Everyone being mostly on the same page. Like I want the walkies to be in use. Sure break into teams, but let's have everyone trying to check in, let's have the teams actually aware of the other groups intended goals. I just need the heist movie level cohesion

-Coward gay ending of Steve and Eddie packing up the car to move out of Hawkins (to whatever city Robin is going to college in?) as 'roommates.' Bonus points if it has a road trip vibe ('neither of us has ever seen the ocean')

-Kids going to college epilogue, or a 'where they are now' esque thing

[howyouloveyourdragon]

ᴊᴇꜱꜱɪᴇ (ᴊᴀᴄᴇ)'ꜱ ɢɪʀʟ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪɪ

modern au jessie's girl masterlist

warnings: none that i know of but let me know if there are :) pronouns: she/her summary: someone wins the competition but with every winner there's a loser. word-count: 1,643  A/N: this part focuses less on aemond this time but i hope you all still enjoy it, i've been neglecting the other boys too much and thank you to everybody who has been voting in the polls, they have been very helpful <3

Aegon struggles to pretend the words don't hit him as Helaena reprimands him. It's times like this that he remembers they all came from the same sharp mother. So he protects his facade and tightens the muscles of his face and shoves past Daeron to the dance floor. There's only ever one person who makes him feel better after a scolding. He huffs as he dismisses the people congratulating him on the performance and the girls who pretend to be interested in him only to soak up attention though he supposes he does the same. Eventually his gaze pans across the bar and he finds you giggling with two of your friends. He sighs in relief. Oh fuck you have that cute little smile again. He thinks and instantly starts toward you. Your friend notices him and says something in your ear, the next band has come onstage and their set is so loud it's practically making his ears bleed. His heart almost stops when you spin around and light up at the sight of him. You squeal and throw your arms around him. Aegon chuckles and twirls you both. You laugh lightly and he already softens, forgetting Helaena's earful. "You were great!" You shout at him and his grin turns to beaming. "Thanks." he returns and glances over at you. "I know I told you already but you look fucking great." His compliment sends your eyes to roll and shove him playfully. "Keep that up and you'll lose your gaggle of admirers." Your tease catches him off guard and he barks out an anxious laugh. "You wouldn't want them to think I was your girlfriend." The scrunch of your nose makes his shoulders tense though he knows you are joking, the words almost shiver through his ears. He nods and thankfully you become too occupied by the music again to pay too much attention.

He itches to talk to you again but his pale eyes connect with those of his sister and a flash of guilt shoots through him. Aegon clears his throat. "Have you talked with Aemond yet?" He asks you, you strain to hear him over the music. Your eyes light up and you grasp his hands in sudden remembrance. "No but please tell him I'm looking for him if you see him cause oh my god that song!" You exclaim, his heart twinges again. Aegon doesn't know whether it's in attraction or pain. He selfishly shrugs even though he knows perfectly well where his brother is. "Course." He lies fluently. "Would..." His words have to be forced from between his teeth. He's never nervous when he's with you, why is he so fucking nervous? It feels like there's a god damn golf ball in his throat. He chickens out. Like Usual, he sighs. "I'm gonna get a drink." You nod and give him a quick hug before he slips away cursing himself. Aegon's figure reaches the bar and sighs, settling himself on a stool. He mutters and waves at the man behind the bar who starts promptly pouring him a glass. Aegon groans when his youngest brother's familiar presence drops on the stool beside him. "You're an idiot." Daeron announces with an amused expression. "Like everytime you do something stupid I'm like 'thank god, he can't top this' and then you do something like this and I'm like 'oh yeah, he can'." Daeron develops a curl in his lip and his brother knows it's ironically to make him feel better by joking about their unfortunate situation but all it does is irritate him. Aegon rolls his eyes and then glares. "The more you talk the more I think I'm in hell. Do you ever stop talking?" He snaps. "You might deserve to be after tonight." Daeron remarks. Aegon gives him a swat on his arm childishly and drowns once more in the drink before him.

There's an odd pause but neither feels uncomfortable. "He will forgive you, you know." Daeron eventually says and Aegon sighs. "I don't think he will." He murmurs, eyes tracking you in the crowd. Daeron bites his lip. "He will." "And how do you know that?" "He's Aemond." "Exactly, when has he ever forgiven anyone?" "He always forgives you." Aegon scoffs at the very idea. "No he doesn't, not really. He only pretends to for mum's sake and besides...I've never, well–" Aegon grumbles before words fail him. He feels that horrible feeling of his throat closing up again. "I've never done anything to do with her before. He's different about that kind of thing. Different about her. Hell, I didn't even know he had feelings before they met." Daeron snorts and then shifts in discomfort and finally looks over at you too. "So are you." He comments and nudges him gently. "Different around her. We know how you feel about her, we all know how you feel about her. Subtlety has never been your place, stupid." Aegon grits his teeth and tenses his shoulders. "Shut up." "Hm, I don't think I will." Aegon fakes a gag. "Don't hum that's Aemond's thing."

You laugh as your friend twirls you around. "Stop, I'm gonna throw up." You beam. As Jacaerys walks toward you, his grin broadens at your glow. He sneaks up behind you and drops his hands to settle on your waist. You shriek in surprise and jump before craning your neck to see him. You soften and smile. He kisses your temple and tugs your back flush to his chest. Your friend rolls their eyes and wrinkles their nose. "You're so gross." She whines. You shrug and can't beat the smile off your face. "You were amazing out there tonight." You beam up at him. His heart stutters and a blush builds on his cheeks. "Yeah?" He asks, grinning dopily. You nod. "I'm glad you think so." He leans over to kiss your cheek this time. Aegon watches and swallows around the lump in his throat. This time he looks at Daeron and shakes his head. Your hands reach up to entangle your fingers awkwardly in Jace's hair. His eyelids flutter closed and he murmurs softly. "Probably wouldn't have done it if you didn't push me to." You lean your head back on his shoulder, his arms climbing to enlace your fingers together and bring them down around you both. "Baela doesn't take no for an answer usually." You prod him with your nose. He snorts. "Just take the compliment." Jace argues but his words are still gentle, his fingers still soft. You shrug, smile growing.

Unfortunately your moment gets cut short by the announcer and both your heads snap to look at the stage, clenching each other's hands in anticipation. "The winner..." He mumbles, unblinking as he stares at the announcer. "And so, the winner of 2023 King's Gate Best Bands competition is...The Blacks!" The audience releases loud cheers and Jace gasps, holding tight around you. He beams and kisses your cheek as Cregan slaps a hand on his back, cheering as well. As the band starts to ascend the stage, Jace tugs your hand to join them even when you protest weakly, smiling as he insists. Back at the bar Aegon hardens his gaze and draws a sharp bitter smile. The hot pink light reflects against the shine of your hair and he tries not to let his eyes linger on the mark on your neck just barely visible. Jace snakes an arm around your waist and squeezes as his bandmates celebrate around you. Eventually he is handed the mic. "I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who voted tonight and an extra special thank you to Y/n who of course is the reason for our number." He looks at you with a glow warm enough to melt the sun. You can almost hear the throb of his heart through the fabric of his shirt. "You mean more to me than you'll ever know." Jace breathes, surrendering the microphone to Baela who clears her throat while he leans in to kiss your temple. A chorus of 'aw's and hollers spread through the venue and Aegon rolls his eyes before slamming his glass into Daeron's chest, not caring as it splashes over the both of them. He stands and much like their other brother, storms from the scene.

As you descend the stage again, Jacaerys doesn't stray his arm from around you. Instead, he clears his throat as the bar begins to empty. "Addam and Alyn are holding some get-together, I was–well, I was wondering if maybe you'd–" Baela interrupts him, wrapping her arms around your neck and grinning mischievously. "He wants you to go with us. Him specifically." With that she winks and lets Helaena tug her away, both of them giggling. He sighs but starts to smile as he looks up at you through his curly locks. This is possibly the only time you have ever seen him look bashful of all things. "Not how I wanted to ask you." Jace chuckles and stands in front of you, linking your hands together with entwined fingers. You curl your lip into your mouth in an attempt to bite back a smirk. "Oh yeah?" You ask, raising a teasing brow. You break away your hands so they can slip up his arms, his breath growing more shallow as you wrap them around his neck. You tilt your head in the most playful way you can manage despite your racing heartbeat. "Then try again." Jacaerys breaks into a smile and takes a step forward, bringing your already close bodies even nearer. "Will you go to the afterparty with me?" He asks, staring into your eyes and growing gentle in your embrace. You nod softly and lean until your noses rub against one another. "Yes."

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[nishiriks]

‼️THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THIS SMAU AND THE TWO SPINOFFS (happy death day and dont shoot me)‼️

this smau is very dark so i HIGHLY suggest reading through the warnings. the spinoffs are slightly lighter themed however can still be triggering so AGAIN just to reiterate—READ THE WARNINGS!!

Sweet Like Candy

IM SORRY BUT THE WAY FELIX WAS DESCRIBED IN SLC WAS SO DISTURBING?? i genuinley felt so scared everytime i would read a scene with him 😭😭 BUT IN A GOOD WAY IF THAT MAKES SENSE!! no but guys he was so unsettling it was crazy 💀 had me pissing myself over this. bro i fr cried over jisung and felix cs wtf. felix did NOT have to die like that man,, then the open casket thing like do you want me to shoot myself?? cs girlie the gun is LOCKED AND LOADED. — all jokes aside the plot is very interesting and is something tou can easily get sucked into. it takes you through a rollercoaster of emotions but is defo worth it!!

Happy Death Day

now i will admit i was STILL terrified of felix but even so i chose to read this which added to the whole anxiousness of the plot for me!! —the description of of him in sweet like candy,, having lifeless eyes and him cornering us and being able to slip away without being noticed very much scared me!!— this one left me so anxious bcs i thought felix was gonna die 😭 when i saw jisung saying he better make it out alive. OUUUUUUU. i was about to start bawling💀 chan lowk pissed me off sometimes but i cld occasionally see his point ig. nana and gaon have my whole heart though 🥹🥹 MY BABIES!! AFHSHSHSG soojin or wtv her name was can go fuck herself bcs quite frankly she was embarrasing. i loved channies relationship and trust with/in felix tho!! that was so cute “lee yongbok, if i knew that week was the last time i’d see you, i would’ve thrown a party”

“if hiding is the best thing for him right now, then i respect that”

OH MY POOR HEART 🥹 — this whole triology was so well written i felt like i was going insane if i put it down for more than an hour at a time so i had to read all three in one sitting

Don’t Shoot Me

ok now this one is either your fav of the triology or your least fav — no inbetween. see personally it was my fav!! im a sucker for a good fluff and this was exactly what i needed to end the binge reading of angst, violence, death and more angst that i was going through!! as much as i loved the darkness of the story i will ALWAYS be a fluff girl at heart 🫶🫶

not to say the other two werent good!! but damn did they fuck up my brain. slc has left a LASTING imprint on me. LONG LASTING. at that. dont shoot me had the least interesting plot emotionally but with a series like this—it worked perfectly. it also was interesting enough that tou could read it as a stand-alone even without all the emotional plot. it was focused on jisung healing and becoming better which was so sweet,, i also loved to see that side of things where jisung has no idea why he is the way he is,, but is also aware that he ISNT normal and that something sets him and his ability to understand emotions aside from everyone else. it was so cute to see that girls gc although i did notice nayeon was missing!! -mayb she js didnt say anything at the time who knows 🤷🏾‍♀️-

my fav moment was defo the last chap where all the boys meet. it was so refreshing to see!! (jisung and hyune being bffs was mind boggling btw) plus,, chan defending hdd y/n was something i was NOT expecting!! and seeing hyunjin defend slc y/n made me laugh bcs i cldnt stop thinking about how they used to HATE each others guts 😭 jeongin was honestly such a cutie i love him sm! OH AND I LOVED WHEN JISUNG SAID “i know for a fact all i feel for guys is love” AWW YOU PREVIOUSLY-INSANE-BUT-RECOVERING LITTLE GUY!! cmere lemme kiss you!

anyways thats all from me,, all im saying is GET TO READING TS CS ITS GOOD!!

🍭 SWEET LIKE CANDY | hwang hyunjin smau

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader | enemies to lovers / strangers to lovers

genre: angst, mature, social media au, university au, anonymous au, a tiny bit of fluff and crack in between

warnings: contains vulgarity, extreme cussing, degradation, use of death as an insult, not a sweet fic, sexual/explicit themes but no detailed smut, sabotaging and blackmailing, extreme academic competetiveness, y/n and hyunjin both talk shit about each other’s college majors, mentions of drugs, illegal drug use, excessive partying, irresponsible drinking, drunk driving, criminal(??) acts, insults are h e a v y, bodyshaming (yk what, all kinds of shaming). syndicate undertones. death.

synopsis: long time rival hwang hyunjin has been the bane of your existence for as long as you can remember. thank god your secret anon textmate always has your back— sweet, caring, and good with words. definitely not like hwang at all.

a/n: y’know it was hard trying to come up with this “anonymous app” thing idea without naming names (bc i don’t wanna do that and also idk, i’m dumb) but basically the website/app that candy and y/n (her anon name is chocolate) is like a mix of deviantart and tumblr-ish. the idea started with it being kinda like omegle but then i ended up switching it up.

[FINISHED] DIRECTORY: (pink = written chapters)

ACT I— THE PLAYGROUND

prologue ~ 001 ~ 002 ~ 003 ~ 004 ~ 005 ~ 006 ~ 007 ~ 008 ~ 009 ~ 010 ~ 011 ~ 012 ~ 013 ~ 014 ~ 015 ~ 016 ~ 017 ~ 018 ~ 019 ~ 020 ~ 021 ~ 022 ~ 023 ~ 024 ~ 025 ~ 026 ~ 027 ~ 028 ~ 029 ~ 030

ACT II— THE WARZONE

031 ~ 032 ~ 033 ~ 034 ~ 035 ~ 036 ~ 037 ~ 038 ~ 039 ~ 040 ~ 041 ~ 042 ~ 043 ~ 044 ~ 045

ACT III— THE END

046 ~ 047 ~ 048 ~ 049 ~ 050 ~ 051 ~ 052 ~ 053 ~ 054 ~ 055 ~ 056 057 ~ 058 ~ 059 ~ 060 ~ 061 ~ 062 ~ 063 ~ 064 ~ 065 ~ 066 ~ 067 ~ 068 ~ 069 ~ 070

BONUSES

01 ~ 02 ~ 03

LOST HOOKS. SPIN-OFF/SEQUEL: HAPPY DEATH DAY (the story of lee felix) SECOND SPIN-OFF: DON'T SHOOT ME (the story of han jisung)

(mm/dd/year)

started: 10-11-2021

completed: 01-09-2022

mastertag: @geniejunn @leagreenly @90s-belladonna @fuzzylard @loveliebri @chimmybaek7 @todorokiskitten @lilacdreams-00 @starrylino @trials--error @ninjaleeknow

networks: @ficscafe

any feedback is greatly appreciated :,))))

[lostinbirbilling]

Prove it to me

KIM NAMJOON FANFICTION

Hey everyone! You can call me aoki!

I've always wanted to write something and this is my attempt. Bringing love to us, plus sized people 💜

(This piece is aged maybe a year now. I'm no longer reading fanfictions for the fan aspect of it but rather for the fiction aspect of it. It just so happens that I know what kinda guy they're talking about so imagination becomes easier)

FemDr.Reader!

HusbandIdolJoonie!

"Making up to me doesn't mean we get intimate Joonie. I miss you. So damn much that it hurts. Yes, I need you to hold me. Say you love me as you softly kiss me. But I need to know where we went wrong. Have I lost you Joonie? Are we still together?"

Your voice cracks as you think of all those nights you stayed up talking to each other about how your day went by. Back in your dating phase till your early pregnancy. Somehow slowly it kept fading. Today he doesn't even ask you about your son as you give him his morning coffee. The only drink or food for that matter he has at home. You still wonder why he sleeps at home when he could stay at work? He neither sleeps next to you nor next to your son. Ofcourse he comes late and since your boy is a light sleeper like his dad, he doesn't want to disturb his sleep by stirring next to him. You figured he didn't want to sleep next to you cause you have very stimulating days at work. That he knows, if he hears you say it over the phone to your mom. But when you found him sleeping in his home studio even at weekends, you decided to sleep next to your son. Your only source of love. Because work is becoming difficult and there's no sight of your lover at home.

You tried through the years. You know how big they've gotten since debut and your proud of him, just like he is proud of you for completing your research paper while carrying his child and becoming a cardiosurgeon today. At least, you hope he is proud.

You didn't believe at first when your mom said you'll lose yourself when you start a family. You've seen your mom always put her kids and your dad before herself. She says her family was worth it. Every person has to put others first at some point of time. Most often it happens with women. It just so happened that when you fell in love with him you just became forgetful of a life without him.

Your heart breaks a little knowing he doesn't try even when he sees you do so. No more family dinners at his place. No more surprises as you don't pick each other from your workplaces. No sight of Joonie's travel bag at home. Why would it be? He's so busy shooting all the time. Touring and holding concerts. Giving sneak peaks into his life to his beloved fans, you included.

However, you are excluded. Your relationship, your wedding are kept private and your child, a secret. Ofcourse you're aware it's for your safety he does that. Paparazzi has never once managed to leak a picture or produce a rumor thanks to him.

But now that the members are becoming open about their personal lives, you are wondering if he'd ever say your name. Every time you hear your colleagues call you Dr. Kim your eyes shine. Everytime someone refers to you as Mrs.Kim your heart beats faster. As you find your little baby learn to say his name as Kim Jung Su your smile grows wider. So much so that your double chin lifts up.

"Ofcourse I love you sweetie" He says caressing your puffy cheeks and moving your hair out of the way in the process. His voice, a mere whisper, amidst all the noises in your head.

"Prove it to me Joonie. I want words. I want reasons. I have questions."

[nnight-dances]

FOOLISH LOVE

pairings: xiao x f!reader

plot: y/n is a simp for xiao and loves him with her whole heart but will never let him know because she is convinced he is never going to return those feelings so she continues to stab herself in the heart by hanging out with him and falling more and more in love, full of happiness and sadness that he isn’t hers. spoiler: he is hers.

genre: angst, but also fluff

A/N: oh my god this is a repost of the first fic i ever wrote... um yea this is an interesting writing style.. but i kinda like the innocence so i'm just going to keep it!! we'll see how it goes.

--

“hey, i got this for you,” you were a little out of breath from the climb to the highest floor of the wangshu inn. you’d think days after days of trudging up and down the stairs would have you used to the burn in your calves but here you were sighing heavily as you place the warm bowl of almond tofu in xiao’s hands.

he shoots you a look halfway between concern and disdain, “you’re late.”

you scoff, plopping down on the rock beside the railing where xiao was settled, “you’re welcome.”

this was a routine for the two of you — every wednesday evening (because according to xiao “wednesday is when the sun is the wArMeST”) you would usurp smiley’s place in his kitchen and whip up almond tofu for a certain ungrateful adeptus and while he ate the dish (with a small smile that he always denied when you brought it up), you would narrate the happenings in your life as an employee of the wangsheng funeral parlour.

“the boy had this entire ‘good riddance’ attitude the whole time he was making negotiations but zhongli and i just knew he was trying to act strong,” you pause for half-giggle, “and guess what? as soon as he thought he was alone in hu tao’s office, he basically broke down.”

“that sounds revolting,” xiao places the now empty wooden bowl between the two of you, “why bother putting up such elaborate facades of strength if they’re so fragile?”

silently, you run your fingers through your hair, wondering if xiao was hearing what he was saying. it sounded too much like he was trying to provoke you.

you look away, choosing to ignore whatever the strangely pointed look on his face meant, and offer an unearnest hum.

“well, how about you?” you fiddle with xiao’s chopsticks, a little restless, “what adepti business have you been upto?”

a beat passes as xiao shifts, throwing his legs over the edge and swinging them. the uncharacteristically childish movement made you smile; you find that the more time you spend around xiao, the more you realise just how young he was.

“nothing of interest,” you roll your eyes at his curt reply.

“alright, i know you hate talking about your very confidential duties,” you’ve tried for weeks to get him to say something about what he does while you’re away and the best you ever received was an unsatisfying tale about a little girl interrupting xiao’s solitude in the mountains. and yes, you are aware that xiao just isn’t built to share things easily, or at all, but it doesn’t help the slight sting you feel everytime he declines.

well, at this point, it must be apparent: you are helplessly in love with the man with the softest teal undertones and the hardest walls to break, the adeptus who refuses to meddle with human world and thus, refuses all of your love. you know he does not think of you any more than a mortal and yet, every wednesday you ignore the warning in hu tao’s farewell and find yourself mesmerized by the enigmatic diamond on his forehead and the red around his eyes.

simply put, you are an idiot.

--

“honestly, i never imagined you to be so dramatic, y/n.”

hu tao is ridiculous. everything about her is far from the world of common sense and it reaches beyond the comprehension of any sane human being. perhaps, that is why zhongli is able to get along with her so well.

you gape at her, “i don’t understand — you’re asking me to consummate with a man i don’t even know and i’m the one you’re accusing?!”

“oh, for the last time, all you have to do is take him around liyue! and after you’ve dined on the finest dishes — which i’ve ensured xiangling will be responsible for — you will lead him to his chambers at wangshu inn!”

you raise an eyebrow, “and?”

the next words are whispered, “and maybe accompany him for the night...”

“HU TAO!”

the girl clap her hands together in plea and you feel a sense of dread creeping up your neck. there’s no way out of this, is there?

“is everything all right?”

“ZHONGLI!”

the tall man enters hu tao’s office, probably hearing the racket the pair of you have been creating, with an alertness, ready to face whatever monster was haunting you.

you raise a finger at hu tao who had her head in her hands, afraid zhongli would take your side. (which, surprise, he did.)

“zhongli! help me! hu tao is taking advantage of my maiden nature to ship me off with some gnarly man who will be sure to have the worst of intentions!”

the panic on zhongli’s face morphs into a frown of confusion as he protectively steps in front of you, “is this true, hu tao?”

hu tao sighs from her place, “no, of course not! i am y/n’s friend, her employer — what makes you think i would want to give her away to an unknown man? but the problem is that my family has sent what they call a ‘marriageable’ man and want me to keep him company on his trip to liyue.”

“he is from snezhnaya, yes?”

“correct, but the trouble is that i despise my family’s choice in partners, especially partners that you can’t easily get rid of. i wish not to be involved with him in any way.”

you step next to zhongli, “so you want me to suffer? you would rather see me writhe in—”

“all right, ladies, calm down,” you huff as you sit back down in the chair across from hu tao, “i see the entire matter now. i understand.”

“so? are you going to allow her to do this injustice to me, zhongli?”

years of working with zhongli had granted you quite the soft spot in his books and you knew just how to utilize his kind nature when times required.

“no, i agree with y/n. it would be a purely vile thing to leave her with this man in your stead,” hu tao visibly wilts and you feel a tiny bit bad, “however, we mustn’t allow hu tao to go off on her own either, for that would be irresponsible of us.”

“oh?” hu tao’s interest and your dread spike back up as zhongli scratches his chin for a moment before outlining his plan to get out of this tight spot.

“you want us both to go? do we look like a bunch of concubines to you, zh—”

“no! that is not what i mean! i suggest that y/n goes with hu tao and this man with… a date of her own.”

“so… like a double date?”

hu tao lights up, “yes!! yes!! that sounds marvelous. this way she can finally get out of her infatuation with that gloomy adeptus—”

you glare at hu tao, your hands lighting up with your electro vision threateningly.

“the question remains, who will take with you?” hu tao’s question is sickeningly full of innuendo and you want to distance yourself as far from it as you can.

you jump up to your feet, “zhongli!” you hook an arm around his elbow, having to stand on your toes in the slightest from the gap in your heights.

zhongli appears conflicted at your declaration, coughing awkwardly, “f-forgive me, y/n, i view you much more like a sister.”

you gasp when you realise what he means, “no! no! what- no! oh my archons, i have absolutely no feelings for you, that would be criminal. i meant that you should pose as my date.”

“why him?! i am exhausted of seeing the same two people all the time!”

“oh, come now. why not? after all, zhongli will be able to put the man down in a second if he dares to make an unrequited move.”

zhongli clears his throat, recovering from his misunderstanding, “oh, i suppose that is an intelligent proposal…”

“i know! great,” you nudge zhongli, throwing a wink at hu tao, “let’s get ready for the double date then!”

--

there is a skip in your step as you rush up the stairs toward xiao as fast as you could without spilling the contents of the bowl in your hands.

you were excited!!! xiao would be so amused!! you managed to turn a situation of possible suffering into one of appropriate tolerance!!

you almost trip as xiao comes into sight.

but you slow down when you realise he’s not alone.

oh! ganyu!!

the two of them seem to be engrossed in conversation and xiao looks... calm. nothing like how he usually appears when he meets people. in general, he has a weirdly distressed look that you would proudly notice softening whenever you were with him

it was one of your achievements in life, you felt, one of the only hopes that made you cling onto the dream that perhaps, you would be loved back. but you feel nothing but disappointment when xiao seems to easily chat (!!) with ganyu.

you shouldn’t be surprised really.. she was an adeptus after all. what gave you the idea that xiao would prefer to be with you, an ordinary human, when he had fellow adpeti like ganyu who could understand him in ways you couldn’t ever dream to parallel?

the excitement you felt moments ago is now far from your reach even as you try to smile back at ganyu when she notices you, waving at you happily. xiao tilts his head to look at you, nodding in acknowledgement.

you almost want to turn back and leave, as you feel your ears redden from something like humiliation.

“y/n!” ganyu beckons you toward the two of them and you reluctantly move closer. “hello, ganyu. i haven’t seen you for a while.”

“ah, i apologize. ningguang has been keeping us quite busy off late,” ganyu scratches her neck, “oh! which reminds me i have to collect some iron chunks for her! i will see you later, then.”

“goodbye,” you mutter as she flies off the railing, leaving you alone with xiao. it is now you notice that xiao has something in his hands.

“ganyu cooked a special variation of almond tofu for my trial,” the bowl is ingrained with golden details, much bigger and more elegant than the one you clutch in your hands.

“sounds interesting,” you hold up the bowl in your hands awkwardly, “i suppose i can take this one back then.”

xiao frowns, “why would you do that? it’s not as if i have a limit for how many bowls i can eat.” he takes the dish from your hands and waits for you to take your seat on the rock.

but you remain standing, taking support against the railings, “you should.”

you don’t fill the silence that ensues with your ramblings and instead listen to the wind as it picks up. xiao doesn’t take notice of this until he’s finished eating and clears his throat to bring attention to himself — his way of asking you to speak.

“we didn’t work much at the parlour today.”

“oh? is it because of hu tao’s incompetence or perhaps, zhongli wanted to recount one of his endless encounters?”

despite everything, you crack a smile at xiao’s comments. this was your weakness — a curse really. it would take everything in you and you would still be incapable of resenting xiao.

“no, we had to solve the case of hu tao’s marriage, one she wants to avoid so badly that she would have me sleep with a completely unknown man.”

xiao coughs in surprise, “what?!”

you are not naive enough to read much into the hostility in xiao’s eyes, “luckily enough, zhongli came up with a plan that would preserve everyone’s dignity.”

briefly, you explain the plot to corner hu tao and her potential husband with your and zhongli’s disguise as a couple.

“why would you go to such lengths to avoid a mere man? you could just take him out when he appears.”

“xiao, you do know that no matter his character, he is a guest of liyue.”

“if he is willing to force a lady into marriage, then he hardly is. and killing him would profit your business. a much better solution.”

you examine xiao to decipher whether he is being serious or not. he never does joke about hurting people but his eyes have a dangerous glint as if he means every word he says.

“i wish you would take these matters more seriously,” you look at the scenery one last time before springing away from the ledge. “anyway, i should leave. zhongli wants to meet before the date. see you, xiao.”

you leave swiftly, knowing if you stayed any longer, you’d find yourself convinced by whatever xiao had to say. you wouldn’t let yourself be swayed by your hopes anymore.

but this is what you miss when you turn your back to him: the clenching of xiao’s jaw because he doesn’t deem it possible take you any more seriously.

--

“ahhh, this is too much, zhongli!!”

“it is but some mere jewelry. i am sure if we were to crystallise your knowledge into gold, it would outshine these pieces brilliantly.”

you cringe at his words, “please, zhongli, save the flattery for later and help me put this on.” you hand him the delicate string of pearls he produced minutes ago (“i would never allow any lover of mine roam around bare-necked”). you admire the bracelet with the matching pearl in its center, smiling (“what’s with the bracelet, then?” “it comes in a set. you must look complete or it would be an insult to my affection.”)

“i mean it nonetheless,” zhongli fingers are warm against your neck as he slides the necklace snugly against your neck, clicking the ends closed. you praised yourself for opting to wear the wide-necked dress today which allowed the pearls to stand out against your skin while complementing the white with its smooth lilac.

for a minute, you let your imagination wander, replacing zhongli with a shorter man who would no doubt be commenting about his disdain for trifles such as accessories.

“it looks wonderful, y/n,” zhongli smiles at you, eyes filled with friendly appreciation and you feel a little empty even as he slides an arm around your waist, wondering when you would be looked at with something more intense than camaraderie.

the night progresses better than you expect. the man, whose name is lee, turns out to be less of a dignity-snatching gremlin and more of a light-hearted merchant who was tricked by tao family’s influence into coming all the way to liyue.

zhongli and you don’t need to pretend to be in love, but for the sake of meticulousness, he pats your head in the middle of his monologues as reaffirmation anyway.

hu tao has made a little effort to dress up, her staple hat nowhere to be seen and her pigtails traded for open hair that bellows around her fiercely. you smile at her as the two of you trail after the two men who are too occupied in their chatter to notice you straggling, “not so bad, is it?’’ hu tao shrugs but doesn’t deny it.

the three of you show lee to wangshu inn when it’s late enough, hu tao even offering some of her time in the morning to see him off at the harbour. when lee has left for his chambers (much to everyone’s relief, he made it clear that he had no intentions of forcing hu tao to spend the night with him. you kept a finger on your hidden polearm anyway), zhongli offers to watch the moon for some time.

“the moon is always quite remarkable from here, isn’t it?” you nod as hu tao sets off with an exclamation of “i’m getting us milk!” and sigh in relief. this night could have ended much, much worse.

“oh!” you remember the cold weight around your neck, “i’ve to return your jewelry.” you reach for the clasp, meaning to remove it but a hand on yours stills you.

“no, you should wear it for now. return it to me at the parlour later,” you giggle at zhongli.

“oh? i thought you said i’m like a sister to you, zhongli?” you tease him with a smile.

“of course, i meant that. however, it would be a pity to leave it in my pocket idle when it looks so fascinating in the moonlight.”

“archons, i wonder how you’ve stayed single for so many long decades, it’s creepy when you talk to me like that.”

zhongli chuckles and opens his mouth to retort but stops halfway, jerking his head to look at something behind you, expression alert for a moment and then familiar.

“what is it?” you look over your shoulder and find hu tao returning to you.

“nothing, i thought i saw someone familiar for a second.”

“i treat you to dinner and this is how you thank me? by pretending like i’m a stranger?” you laugh as hu tao launches at zhongli with the tray of milk in her hands, your heart shedding some of its pain unknowingly.

--

xiao doesn’t easily taking liking to things, but he does draw upon a list of his favourites, a list of items that make him feel something akin to happiness.

in the List, one of the higher positions was occupied by moonlit nights; nights where the moon was unapologetically enormous, filled to its brims, flooding and invading.

but today he finds himself resenting the moonlight, for you look so tempting under its touch, temptingly out of his reach.

now, xiao didn’t mean to follow you after you left him miserable and guilty of something he didn’t do. he couldn’t help it: his curiosity got the better of him when you mentioned zhongli.

and everything went downhill fast when he caught sight of zhongli figure bent against you, tying a necklace around your neck that seemed too precious to be a mere prop in the plans you spoke of.

xiao hated it, all of it. the way you easily touched zhongli, who leaned into your touches; the way he towered over you protectively; and the way your delicate features were only emboldened in the lilac dress you adorned.

just as quickly as he came, xiao left, his mood worse than ever before. he’d seen enough.

he returned with the intention of sparing the burn in his heart no more heed but there came the tinkling of your laughter from within the inn, and once again, xiao finds himself perched behind a pillar watching you from a distance, something he was doing more often than he liked.

and there you are, giggling against zhongli’s shoulder, sparking something feral within xiao.

he remembers your carefree giggles from a long time ago, when you just met him. why was it that they, your smiles and your brushes against him, had grown more and more sparse in time?

--

“xiao?” you frown when you don’t find xiao by your usual spot, placing the hot bowl on the rock to look for him.

maybe he was in his chamber?

you head deeper into the inn, stopping outside the chamber that xiao had mentioned in passing and knock thrice, lightly, almost afraid that he was inside. “xiao?”

you hear a few thuds from inside the room, before the door creaks open, giving way to xiao, who looks… unusual.

there is nothing off about his clothes, everything perfectly — eerily so — in place, but his expression gives him away. you are used to his disgruntled demeanour but today his eyes held something darker.

“hey, are you okay?”

xiao didn’t expect you to show up at his door (albeit he did hope dearly that you would, just so he could feel something), but he scoffs when he sees you, against his will. you look at him in slight shock and xiao wonders why you should find his rudeness out of place.

“what is it?”

you continue to pin him with that gaze of yours, disbelieving, “y-you didn’t show up on the terrace… it’s wednesday.”

“i see. i must have lost track of time.”

“you’ve never done that before.”

“well, you’ve never shown up empty-handed like this so i suppose we’re even, no?”

xiao can sense that you’re trying to control yourself as you pause. then, “xiao, seriously, what happened?”

“i am serious, nothing happened. if you’re looking to be entertained, maybe you should seek zhongli out, i’m sure he can help you out.”

“what?” you throw your hands in ridicule, “please, would you stop attacking me for a moment and tell me why you’ve holed yourself up like this?”

“and what makes you think i have any compulsion to inform you of my thoughts?”

xiao doesn’t know what he’s doing but he wants to hear you say something, anything that can hurt him. he wants to be rejected, to be pushed away. a bad habit he can’t seem to put away, especially when you persist so strongly.

you sigh, “okay, since you’re clearly not in the headspace to hold a proper conversation, i’m going to leave. i’ll see you tomorrow if you’re feeling better then.”

just as you spin to leave, xiao feels himself mumble, “coward.”

you stop in your tracks, “what did you say?” when you turn around, xiao can see a flicker of optimism, hope that you misheard him.

“i called you a coward. you pretend to be strong and tell me you’re my friend, that no matter what, you’re capable of creating a relationship with me, even if i’m just a bitter, forgotten adeptus. but the second it gets hard, you run.” he laughs mirthlessly, feeling his heart bleed when a tear falls onto your cheek, “leave, you’re as selfish as they go.”

the world stills when the last words fall of his tongue — the words all lies, meant to be weapons, meant to injure. and by the crestfallen expression you pin him with, he’s sure it’s worked.

but instead of leaving like he asks you to, like he expects you to, he swears your feet dig deeper into the wood of the inn.

“you have no idea, xiao, do you? selfish, you say? do you think i cook almond tofu for you every single week, after an entire day’s of work because i have something in it for me? is it your pleasurable company i come here for, or your willingness to open up for me, even after all these days, these years. do you think i like it? no, i hate it. every single day i spend near you, it hurts. do you know what else is on wednesdays? the parlour’s weekly outing. i miss it for you, xiao, i give up time with people who would actually talk to me. and in the beginning, i was glad to have someone who listened so well. until i realised i don’t actually have you.”

you’re breaking down slowly, tears falling faster by the second, “and you know what? all of this would have been fine. but… i feel so much for you, xiao,” your voice is thin and desperate, your hands clawing at your leg. xiao’s throat is dry as you continue, “i— these feelings i have for you make it all the more painful to be near you. they’re so heavy and so overbearing and it just hurts so much because— because i know— i know you.”

xiao wants to ask what you mean — what feeling? what do you mean you know him? what about him? a shiver creeps up his shoulder but before his words are formed, you’re gone and suddenly, he is overwhelmed by the smell of almond tofu.

and this is what he realises: all this time he thought it was his love for almond tofu that made wednesdays so special, but no, it was your scent that he was looking forward to.

--

the night was cold and harsh

or maybe you just weren’t wearing enough layers to keep it away.

but either way, your cheeks felt especially cold as if they had been sunburnt. you did cry a lot, after all.

after managing to keep it together for the past week, you finally felt yourself sobbing when you unconsciously had made your way to wangshu inn. it was wednesday.

running as fast as your legs would take you, you thanked the archons that your house wasn’t too far.

now, about three hours later, you finally come out to the silent porch of your little cottage. you love watching qingce village in the night because besides the occasional anemo slime, it was serene and you could lie down in the privacy of your porch, watching the stars.

and like the countless other times you did this before, your hand reaches out to rest beside you, yearning for touch, to hear anything besides your own breathing.

“ah, fuck,” another tear trails down your face. you expected to feel numb by now but the realisation you had after your breakdown with xiao remained the same: you’re lonely. you didn’t expect to be lonely. you were friends with the loveliest of people, and your job was of many joys, once you ignored the initial suffering of death.

but either way, you couldn’t change the fact that it had been two long years since you’d felt a man’s touch, all thanks to your stubborn infatuation for xiao.

you found it hard to think about anyone else even when touching yourself at night but now, knowing you were no longer anywhere close to having a chance to be granted your desire for him, your mind wanders to the many offers from men you ignored.

one such proposal was prominent in your mind. kaeya was his name, you think. you suppose you could travel to monstadt. it wasn’t that late. before you can steel your conviction to move, you hear a rustling behind you.

soft footfalls followed by an even softer whisper of “y/n?” and you feel your breath pick up, the voice triggering pain and affection all at once.

you stay still, clutching the blanket around you tighter as you feel the figure approach you.

“xiao,” you acknowledge him as he enters your vision, fighting your instinct to shut yourself up in your room.

xiao looks relieved and he’s a little breathless, “y/n. you’re here.”

“i am.”

“i— i was worried when you didn’t come. it’s not like you to miss two of our meetings.”

you know he’s making you curious on purpose, making you overlook your fight, but you cave in, “two meetings?”

xiao lips lift in a smile when you take the bait, “yes. you said you were willing to talk on thursday when i wasn’t acting so... foolishly.”

“your words, not mine,” you refuse to offer him a smile, simply looking at him. he’s uneasy today, squirming but honest, eyes cast away and hands fidgety.

when silence falls, you don’t fill it even when he clears his throat and after two long minutes of looking at each other, he finally speaks first.

“about what you said that day... the— the feelings?”

the question rings clearly in his voice and you bite the inside of your cheeks, “i meant it. whether or not either of us likes it, i love you, xiao.”

you aren’t sure why you feel this confident — perhaps the surety of your last rejection affirms you or the bitterness powers you instead — but you say it clearly. clearly enough that you know that xiao’s ears turn red not from the cold, but from your words.

“i’m sorry for everything i said to you last week, but i meant it. i can’t promise everything will be the same but i need some time… away to gather my thoughts and take care of these feelings.”

“you don’t have to.”

you breathe a chuckle, “i have to try, xiao, not only for your sake but also mine.”

“no, there’s no need… there is nothing wrong with your feelings for me.”

this is when you finally raise your eyes to look at xiao and are stunned into a half-mouthed gasp at the sheer passion he offered up in his gaze. it was not different from the array of intense glares he would often arrest you with but this specific one was… disarming in the most un-xiao-like way. it was charming, gentle. vulnerable.

as if this isn’t enough to convince you that either xiao is testing some mystic adepti art on you or that you’re stuck inside some sickeningly realistic dream, xiao pads closer to you and falls to his knees, deliberate and meaningful.

“xiao? what—”

“the words i said to you that day were void of any truth. i couldn’t for a second muster the ludicrous thought that you’re selfish or cowardly. i… i am accustomed to seeing people leave, willingly or not, and without considering how you felt, i wanted to see the same happening to us.”

you are reeling from this entire situation — xiao is closer to you than he’s ever been in years and he’s speaking… a lot. like entire sentences!!!

“i am a fool. but i care about you… and not only platonically. these feelings you speak of — they seem to have settled in my chest as well.”

his breathing is heavy when he finishes and you find yourself getting breathless as well as you drop the blanket from around you.

“b-but,” you swallow against your dry throat, “but i’m mortal… i’m so weak. why—?” you seem to be unable to finish your question when xiao’s fingers hover over your palm in your lap.

distantly you realise that you’re both facing each other, knees folded and expression mirroring a look equal parts misery and adoration.

his index finger brushes your knuckles, “may i?”

you nod, allowing your colder hand to slip into his. a rush of blood bursts into your cheeks when his other hand follows, enveloping your hand.

“your mortality is not a sign of weakness. for eons, i’ve been daunted and seduced by solitude, because with the serenity follows darkness in the form of my past.”

“stupid karmic debt,” you don’t stop the bitter remark form slipping, genuinely annoyed at the unfair punishment xiao suffers.

his thumb rolls into circles on the back of your hand, “but i’ve been feel myself getting better, as if i were getting healed. and do you know what i think? you. you’ve been making me lighter, somehow making me feel something i never imagined myself capable of.”

you’re speechless and hot from the weight of his words, squeezing his hand in reply.

“i adore you, y/n. and i wish to heal you, too. the heaviness of your feelings—”

“is no longer,” you smile, hesitantly placing your free hand over his stacked ones, “if you return these feelings even in the smallest way, i am happy to embrace them at last.”

xiao is silent and then, he embraces you: a promise.

“thank you.”

everything doesn’t go back to normal. and you’re glad.

you still meet with xiao every week — now on saturdays, because no matter how many times you tell xiao you would rather feel the wind next to him, he insists you go out for drinks with hu tao and zhongli.

he sits by the table in smiley’s kitchen now and watches you when you make almond tofu — two portions this time. and when you’ve finished eating, you shift closer to xiao, knees touching and hands brushing so softly that the touch is more of a tickle, and watch as the sun disappears, dimming the world around you till you can feel nothing but xiao’s breathing, lulling you into a blissful sleep.

[deckandcodaylight]

Everytime he played hard to get or stood his ground trying not to turn into a needy little slut for any man that acted dominant with him, Reggie could feel his heart beating into his chest much faster than usual. It was a tough thing to pretend not being interested when all he wanted to do was just to get on his knees and offer himself up, but he enjoyed the thrill of it all. He loved playing around, trying to annoy men and make them fuck him harder once they finally got what they wanted, thinking they were punishing him for his behavior when this was all he wanted. As Parker slid his thumb into Reggie's mouth, the boy briefly lost all his fighting spirit, closing his lips around it and letting it rest inside his mouth, even going to tease it with his tongue. He smirked as he pulled it out, "If you can even shoot into my mouth, Anderson." But there it was, that bratty attitude, coming back already.

A frustrated gasp left him as he was manhandled so easily, he should've expected it really. He always was too skinny and too easy to lift. He shivered feeling Parker's hand on his bare back, a groan following as the man's hand grabbed and squeeze over his ass, through the fabrics of his shorts, the only pair of clothing he was wearing. "I know I am. Are you up for it, though?" He teased back, turning his head to try and get a look at Parker, but all he could do when he felt the hand slap down on his cheek was close his eyes and moan with pleasure as the sting hit across his covered flesh.

Reggie grinned as he felt his shorts being tugged down, slowly but surely revealing that he was not wearing underwear as the hint of his crack came into Parker's view.

"All that and so much more, pretty boy." Parker had something of a weakness for twinks, and those he could get a good power thrill off- so perhaps it wasn't any wander he was already peering down at Reggie with lust darkening his eyes. There's an upturn of his smirk as those lips wrap around his thumb and he feels those teeth grazing against that digit, he certainly didn't seem to be annoyed at such a sight if the way his cheek sucked in was anything to go by.. "Heh. Cute." Parker slid that thumb into that warm mouth a few more inches, just to watch those pouty lips slid around it. "Hm, careful or I might get addicted to that sight. See my come dripping down that chin of yours." He mused as he slid that tongue from the others lips with a wet, erotic pop. But the other had given him permission to play, so he moved closer. His hand smoothing down Reggie's chest before pushing him flat onto his back on the nearest surface. Before his hands moved to instead to grab the others hips and flipped him over, so he could admit that pretty ass and the way the other arched his back with a smirk. A hand moving to trace down that spine before teasing over the curve of Reggie's ass and giving it a squeeze.

"Well fuck- you aren't you fucking divine..." A hand coming down hard to spank the others ass before his fingers started hooking into whatever clothing the other was wearing to start tugging it down over the curve of the others ass. He wanted the other naked already.

[gayandfairycore]

I was wondering if you could do a Ethan Morgan x Male Reader the reader uses he/it pronouns.

So basically everyone in the friend group know the reader likes Ethan besides Rory because he's a little slow, anyways Y/N finally confesses to Ethan, and Ethan can either reject or accept Y/N. I also feel like Y/N would be jealous of Sarah because his crush(Ethan) likes her and wants to be more like her.

This can be fluff/angst or full on fluff, is that alright?

Warnings: blood, gore, kidnapping, hospitals.

A/n thank you so much for your request! I’m so sorry it’s taken so long! I was a bit nervous to write the he/it pronouns and I’ve been lacking a lot of motivation! But This is my first mbsav fic! Apologies if any character seem ooc! I decided to add to your request a bit so it was easier for me to write! But I hope you enjoy it all the same! <3

Ethan Morgan was a loveable guy, he was cautious, nerdy, kind, loyal, he cared about his friends with his whole heart.

Sarah fox was one of those friends- a friend he was head over heels for, or so he thought.

Ethan was an amazing person, who’d take a bullet for the ones he loved. So you weren’t sure why Sarah never looked at him the same way, but despite her dejectiveness around Ethan’s proposals he was determined to win her affections.

But everytime he did, something happened, weather it be benny an unfortunate circumstance, or whatever magical creature they had pissed off become a cockblock for Ethan’s advances, or just Sarah’s blatant avoidance of him.

You and Benny could both tell it was taking a hold of him, he questioned if it was him that Sarah didn’t like. As if it was his fault for the fact that Sarah never loved him more then a friend or a brother.

It wasn’t his fault she never loved him, she couldn’t, not when she saw the subtle looks you’d shoot his way, or the sad going in your eye everytime Ethan had tried to ask her out.

Ethan often thought he was doing something wrong, at the guys nights you, Benny and Ethan had ever friday where you’d talk about your favourite tv shows, whatever magic Benny had learnt, video games, and crushes. One surefire conversational topic was Ethan and Sarah’s non existent relationship.

Every Friday you had to work up the courage to go, sit, and listen to Ethan rave on about how amazing Sarah was. It was like he was blind to your jealousy.

Anyone could see you sitting in your pjs in silence watching Ethan through glassy eyes as he talks about her.

Her.

That was the difference between you and Sarah, she was a girl, a wonderful amazing girl, who was brave, and strong. And who protected everyone whenever she could. She was a valiant friend, and a loyal companion.

Sarah fox was a smart girl, she was not oblivious to your affections for Ethan, anyone could see you were head over heels, for the boy. You’d have to be blind, deaf, and stupid to miss it! Well blind, deaf, or Rory keaner. That is.

One particular boys night Ethan had continued to rave on, and on about Sarah. Coming up with bizarre interactions and ways to ask her out, it was like it all became too much, you had to deal with this at school, at home, it was like everywhere you look Sarah had plagued it. It was like she was haunting you, she was all you could’ve ever been, it was like you needed to be Sarah for Ethan to notice you.

So you snapped.

Standing up from his carpeted floor, and telling him

“God she’s never going to date you Ethan! she’s told you a thousand times how you aren’t her type!” Your voice raising in Octave with each word. Arms flailing wildly.

it became all too much, seeing Ethan’s hurt expression, he had look as if you just stabbed him in the back with a burning hot rod and twisted. And then left him with the aftermath it hurt because even then he couldn’t see you.

He only paid attention to Sarah.

Ethan had felt betrayed, he had trusted his two best friends to help him bag his crush, and yet one of them was telling him how pathetic his crush on Sarah was, and how she’d never love him. He didn’t hide his expression of betrayal, subtle anger burning bright in his eyes.

Before he could respond, you had already dashed out of his room, and down the stairs clumsily slipping your shoes on. moving past a shocked and concerned Sarah And making a wild dash out the door and towards your street, Sarah After hearing the commotion upstairs had felt concerned that You boys had maybe summoned another magical creature, that happens usually twice a week…

Only for her to enter their room and find Benny lecturing Ethan over how all he seems to talk about nowadays is Sarah. And how unfair it was to his other friends.

Ethan just felt confusion after bennys lecture, because none of his friends had told him why it had affected y/n as much as it had.

It usually encouraged Ethan to talk to him about his crush.

“But Benny why is y/n so upset?? It’s just Sarah, it’s what we usually talk about!” He exclaimed an exhasporated chuckle escaping his chest

Sarah’s figure emerging from the door, an unreadable expression on her face, perhaps one of slight disappointment.

“Ethan you may be a seer but you really can’t see what’s right in front of you…” sarah spoke, a bitter chuckle falling from her lips.

Ethan could see Benny cringing from the corner of the room, as he clapped his hands

“Sooo let’s get back to video games! Yes?” Benny exclaimed, trying to swallow the air of tension that lingered. A bad feeling settling in his chest.

Of course Benny was concerned about its wareabouts having assumed he had just jogged home, to de-stress and calm down from having to deal with Ethan’s obliviousness.

Around midnight of the sleepover, a mop of blonde hair had appeared in Ethan’s bedroom window knocking twice.

“Hi guys!” Rory exclaimed excitedly his fangs peaking out by his lips, giving him a snagged tooth.

“Had you guys seen y/n? it’s parents told me he wasn’t home! So where is he? It wanted to talk to me about something!” The blonde teen asked looking around expectantly, a goofy smile gracing his face, Ethan wasn’t paying much attention to the teen until he had mentioned y/n hadn’t been home.

And it dawned on the friends that they let their best friend wander home alone in the dark, unattended, and distraught and had yet to check up on him. Because ‘it’ll be fine’

It was all a blur to Ethan, Benny remembered seeing Ethan stand up faster then he’s ever seen his friend do before, if you blinked you could have missed it.

as soon as Rory had mentioned he hadn’t made it home. A panic settling into Ethan’s chest, Ethans booming voice commanded the room, barking out orders to his friends. He had a bad feeling.

Benny was up with haste grabbing his spell book and his satchel bag, bringing up Sarah’s number on his cell.

Sarah had wanted the rest of her night to go quietly only for her to be called be back to Ethan’s. Bennys frantic voice had called her in grainy waves pleading her to get erica and meet them at the school. Speeding off to gather Erica, something stirred in her that felt uneasy she had been being watched by something in the shadows.

All began to make their way to the painfully quiet highschool, the ambiance of a school at midnight had set the vibe for a bad night, the creep factor set a chill in the hearts of the group.

The doors to the school opened as is beckoning them in.

Benny coming up with a sarcastic quip about how cliche it was to fight in their school at midnight something they had found themselves doing frequently.

All were on edge at the time, they had no clue what they were going to encounter, the open door was the first red flag.

When light laughter filled the corridor, fear flourished in their hearts.

“Jesse” Sarah barked out, anger apparent in her tone. She knew who was watching her from the shadows now-who was watching y/n- “Hand over y/n” she spoke a deadly malice echoing from her lips

Jesses condescending look of pity over took his pale face “y/n oh well he really was a fun to torture. He refused to give up any information, I usually don’t like harming my food but oh he has a way to annoy you doesn’t it!” Jesse exclaimed disappointment and annoyance was apparent with him

the gym the group had spent so much of their waking hours in at school didn’t feel like the usual sweaty volleyball court. the dust coated rubber floor smell filled their nostrils. A metallic taste in the air, as if on cue Sarah, and Erica had hissed, fangs jumping out, at the smell of blood. -y/ns blood-

“What have you done to him Jesse” Erica barked prepared to tear him to shreads if he toyed with them any longer.

“Fine” he sighed, dragging the ‘e’ out, distaste on his tongue.

A few other vamps filled the room, carrying a bloodied figure of y/n.

On the edge of passing out, their s/c feet dragged across the floor, arms wrapped around the necks of two vamps weakly.

“Guess I wasn’t strong enough to fight em off” he rasped out, teeth coated with blood, dried and fresh cuts littered its skin. “Sorry eef” he sighed head tolling around weakly, a bloodied smile painted its features.

Ethan’s blood boiled. Sarah could’ve almost cried she never thought the kind kid she had befriended would’ve been in such terrible shape because of her (albeit indirectly but the guilt swarmed in her heart. And the hearts of all of the friends)

Rory had wished he wasn’t so slow, and he wished he truely realised how dire this situation was, erica wished she didn’t take so long to help her friends, Sarah wished she had stopped y/n from running out that door.

Ethan had wished he had grabbed its wrist mid outburst and held him close to his chest, Benny wished he went after them, or even called instead of brushing it off.

Y/ns blue pj shirt had began to darken with its blood.

“I must say they got a few good hits in” Jesse muttered caressing a cutt on his cheek. “Yknow we were thinking we might just turn him, but then we realised why turn him and just dump his body. When we could do it INFRONT of the ones it loves.” Jesse smile stretching so wide Ethan could have sworn his cheeks may split with his bitter smile.

“Don’t you dare!” Exclaimed Benny his voice echoing, as his eyes lit up muttering a spell in Latin and shooting it at a few vamps in the room, his hand outstretched a deadly look in his eye this was a new side to his best friend Ethan had never seen before.

“ you’ve gotten stronger young warlock” Jesse tuttted “but even still, I’m stronger.” He muttered with a shrug of his shoulders

Jesses frame began to tug on bennys invisible restraints Ethan stood helplessly in the chaos, Benny had been holding back three vamps using most of his power to incapacitate Jesse leaving Erica and Sarah to deal with the rest.

In the midst of the chaos the vampires had dumped y/ns body onto the floor of the gym, the dusty air tasted so strongly of metallic blood it almost made ethan puke. Y/n looked up at him, through tired hooded eyes, outstretching a blood covered hand towards the brunette, boy.

“Ethan” it rasped “if-if I don’t make it-“ he started before Ethan abruptly cut him off “save your strength You’ll get out of this and then you can tell me.” He pleaded it was aimed at y/n but they both knew it was just to give the brunette hope they’d all live.

“Ethan” y/n pleaded “I’m not going to make it out of this. So I-“ a sharp inhale cutting him off as coughs wrack it’s frail body, blood creeping up his throat. It swallowed hard choking it down. A pool of blood had began to form under its form “I wanted to confess to you before I die, that I thi-think, you are wonderful. And I wish I could have done this differently but I like you. A lot ” He exclaimed a smile etching itself onto its face, blood staining his teeth. And spilling out of his mouth.

Y/ns confession almost enough to shock Ethan out of where he was, it’s eyes had closed but laboured breaths escaped y/ns lips. The only thing assuring Ethan it was still alive.

He still had time.

Jumping up off of his knees the sticky blood of his soon to be liver coated his pj pants as he cried out to Rory to ‘get you to a hospital’ and that he’d deal with Jesse.

Rory’s concerned features didn’t leave much to the imagination, the blonde may be slow but he knew they’d have less chance of winning without Rory. But the blonde gave in, lifting your body into his lanky arms and speeding off in the direction of the hospital.

“You can’t die on us now, y/n” Rory’s concerned voice was what was keeping you holding on. That and Ethan’s brown eyes, reminding you of the woods you, Benny and Ethan had spent most of your childhoods.

Back at the school bennys spell had long since been broken, leaving him a little slower and weaker trying to dodge Jesses lunges as he taunted him.

Sarah and Erica had finished with their targets leaving the four of the ragtag group standing in the school gym covered in blood, exhausted and the two boys in their pjs. bodies and blood littered all around them, they vowed to make Jesse pay for hurting their friend.

Ethan didn’t yet have the chance to mull over the fact his best friend since forever had been in love with him it made him ecstatic it became apparently clear that all the visions of happy moments in his future he was sure he’d spend with Sarah actually had the h/c boy in it. It wasn’t Sarah that blurry figure was y/n.

He was determined for those moments to come to fruition. Everyone lunged towards Jesse at once, an unspoken anger had put them all on the same page. Benny screaming a spell with all his might praying it was the right one. His grandma had shown him spells of protection and revenge. Dangerous ones.

Ethan wasn’t usually fond on revenge but Jesse had almost killed the man he had grown to love. -They had all grown to love-

They wouldn’t stand for it, bennys spell let out a mix of vastly different colours, encircling the vampire. It was a gorgeous display but by the ear piercing screams echoed by Jesse assured the group what he was experiencing was less than a pretty light show, bennys eyes glasses over by a purple hue

. Benny was controlling what happened to Jesse, when the first scream broke out Benny had latched his hand onto Ethan’s pulling him into the same haze Benny was in, Ethan’s eyes glassed over in a purple hue showing the pair every gruelling torture that inflicted itself onto the vampire. The girls had also laid their hands on Benny through the spell.

The screams were drawing them all in such pretty colours to cause such a terrible torture. It was revenge for everything Jesse had inflicted onto the group. The haze had felt like mere minutes but when the colours had finally faded and bennys tired body leaned against Erica’s figure slumped in triumph Ethan’s watch read 3:13 am.

carnage was the only things in the wake of the assault, They had stopped this man from causing more pain to anyone else.

Benny had succeededly gotten justice for

Sarahs turning, and in the same he had succeeded in getting Rory, and Erica justice.the group had finally put a rest to everything they had dealt with with Jesse.

When the haze finally settled the girls had offered to clean up the gym,

Letting Benny and Ethan make their way towards the hospital. When the pair had burst through the er doors, no one batt an eye, confusion over took the pairs faces as the wandered towards the vending machine near the supple cupboard.

Benny sussing out what food they had popping the coin in, but before he could punch in ‘d3’ a pale hand had pulled the boys into the supple cupboard.

Their screams muffled by Rory’s hands, his goofy smile stretched wide, fangs out.

“Hi guys!” He exclaimed for the second time that night

“For god sake, Rory!” Ethan had shouted, exhaustion clear on his features

“It’s clear I’ve missed something” Rory replied his grin dying down. But before he could continue bennys dejected voice cried out

“You couldn’t have given me another moment? I was just about to get a bag of chips!” He stomped his feet as if he was having a tantrum dragging both hands out infront of himself

“You can think of your stomach later, cmon” the blonde replied leading them to y/ns hospital bed

y/n hooked up to drips, stitches had been sewed into their skin, wrapped in pale white bandages. It had been a few hours since they had been brought to the hospital. Y/n had already been in their surgery.

Benny had decided to cloak them in order to not get kicked out of its room,y/n was still unconscious and fresh out of surgery.

Ethan’s hands had grasped his lovers in a tight embrace. Willing them to be okay, and recover faster. rory sat in the corner of the sterile room. Head in his hands, his friends dried blood still caked onto his hands.

Whilst Benny had stood straight against the door to the private bathroom, resting his head against the doorframe and sighing

“I can’t believe we actually won” an exhausted smile graced bennys features

Laughs escaping the friends lips, they had finally defeated Jesse. And everyone lived!

It was over. But still a sense of loss over took the friends. Loss for their friends who have been harmed, loss of past selves, loss of innocence. They had killed people, they had murdered someone and they knew they’d never forget the look of the gym.

They were glad Rory hadn’t seen the state of the gym. If he had they knew their goofy friend would not be so goofy.

Benny had suggested that the group use the private shower that was in your hospital room to get rid of the crimson substance that was stained onto their pale skin.

Rory was first to shower, climbing into hospital scrubs the boys had found in the supply closet.

Ethan had refused to shower his grip of your hand had never faulted. Ever since they had gotten to the room.

Two loud knocks rang out. The group let out a shrill shriek at the sound. The paranoia still encapsulated their hearts.

When they had finally gathered enough courage to look up, they were graced with the smug faces of Sarah and Erica. Holding up changes of clothes for each boy. Before Benny could thing he yelled out

“WERE ON THE FIFTH FLOOR, WHAT THE FUCK” his eyes bulging from his head, no matter how long they had known the vamps he’s never get over their ability to fly.

Rory was the one to pull open the window and let them in

“How is it?” Sarah asked eyebrows strewn in concern, eager eyes drawing on Ethan’s back.

“Better.” He had replied without turning as much to spare a glance with the new comers.

Hearing the commotion of the group it was enough to wake you from your slumber.

The blackness of your eyelids, casted dark doubts that you lived. They felt heavier then they ever had felt before, the only thing that had reminded you you were alive was the painful dull aching all around your body.

A deeper inhale felt easier now, there was no blood in your throat, you couldn’t taste the sickly metallic flavour of your own blood anymore. It felt better, less like you would suffocate.

It felt normal you couldn’t taste anything but the cold air of the hospital, your throat felt like sandpaper.

a gentle squeeze gripped your hand. Ethan’s muffled voice had whispered silent pleas for you to awaken only loud enough for you to hear. Ever since he had arrived not for a moment had he stopped.

As his grip tightened on your hand, the weight of the day had finally fallen tears spilling over his brown eyes.

The cold tears accumulated on your s/c hand, crackinb your eyes open, forcing your brain to will your vocal cords to choke out a scratchy

“E-ethan” your voice sounded clear rather then congested by your blood.

With this everyone’s heads had swung towards you, relieved chuckles echoed around the room, you were really lying in front of them. Alive.

Not a vampire, or any other creature, you were completely human. And alright.

A chorus of relieved words escaped the group

“Oh y/n, thank god” and “You’re okay!”’s had been muttered along with a “Hey chump” from Erica

A smile graced your face at your friends, as you beckoned them into a hug, Benny pulling out his camera phone and taking a photo of you all.

After a bit longer of the comforting embrace, and a fresh glass of water.

Ethan and you had been staring at eachother, your time had run out you both were forced to talk about it.

Benny had begun beckoning the group out of the room for some alone time, opting for standing in the all white hallway, and eavesdropping.

Back in the hospital room the sun had begun to rise out side of the window coming over the trees, Ethan began

“Soo uhm- you have a crush on me?”

“Yes, I uh- I do! Do you? Yknow feel the same?” You questioned, awkwardness overtaking the pair.

“I do. y’know I always thought it was Sarah who I’d end up with. But it wasn’t until I lost you did everything come to me at once, all the times we’ve spent together. Alone -or with Benny- those were-“ he sighed a conflicted look on his face he was apprehensive to speak so much about himself

“It’s okay, take your time. We’ve got all year” you quipped, Ethan faux an outraged gasp his hand falling to his chest. In mock appal, grabbing a stuffed ‘get well soon bear’ Rory had picked from the gift shop when the boys were still at the school.

Ethan had hit you lightly on the shoulder by the blue bear, a laugh escaping you both, what you both failed to notice was Rory snapping a blurry pic of Ethan and yourself hitting eachother with the bear.

After a fit of laughter, a comfortable silence overcame the pair. Y/n glanced down at Ethan’s Plump lips, Y/n often thought how it would feel to be kissed by Ethan, never did he think it’d ever happen.

Ethan began to lean in, as their Lips intertwined the kiss a silent promise to protect eachother.The kiss felt like fireworks dancing an the tongues of the two.

Ethan’s hand had been brought up to caress y/n cheek and as the kiss began to deepen

They were interrupted by a squealing Sarah and Benny from the door. A content looking Rory, and a smirking Erica, what called attention to the eavesdroppers was when Rory had pressed his body weight into the hospital door enough to bump the handle. And in one foul swoop the four eavesdroppers had tumbled to the linoleum floor in a heap. Their possession scattering the floor.

Bennys chip bag had been spilt on the sterile floor, and his phone had landed next to the uncomfortable hospital bed.

white light spilling into the hallway, the two lovers pulling back from their embrace.

“Benny!” Ethan sighed out

“Wha-what are you blaming me for?! It was Rory who pushed Sarah who opened the door.” He exclaimed

Sarah and Erica glancing at eachother, a smug smirk on Erica’s face. On Sarah it had look like she’d just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“don’t think that because you’re vampires doesn’t mean you can go bursting into hospital rooms and ruining kisses! Without punishment young ladies.” Ethan had began to bark out

reaching down and obtaining bennys phone, and clicking a photo of the group, Benny lying on the floor, a bashful smile on his face, Rory’s cringing expression, as he rubs his arms in pain, Erica and Sarah locking eyes, and getting lectured by a pointing ethan

Going on about how you should never eavesdrop, Only for Benny to point out several times when him and Ethan had eavesdropped on others.

A warm laugh escaping from you at the interactions

No gifs are mine! All credits their rightful owners!

[luvrlixie]

KILLING ME SOFTLY

【REQUESTED】 - OKAY OKAY SJDBJSISH I WAS GONNA REQUEST A SKZ SEEING YOU IN THEIR CLOTHES OR SOMETHING BUT THEN I STARTED THINKING ABOUT BINNIE SEEING YOU IN SHORT SHORTS AND HIS SHIRT WHICH IS LIKE HUGE ON YOU (ALSO THIS MAN IS DEF A THIGH GUY) AND MY MAN GOES F E R A L. SO. YOU LET HIM RIDE YOUR THIGH <33333

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tags: changbin x gn! reader, soft dom reader, thigh riding/dry humping, very soft, exhibitionism????????? idk they aren't alone in the dorm but no one walks in. not a lot of smut sorry y'all </3 mostly just sappy emotions.. but still nsfw... lit rally wrote at 4am and don't feel like editing lmaoo

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"seriously binnie! if you're gonna spend so much money on clothes, you should at least wear them. you have so many cute sweaters and the fact that they're collecting dust in the back of your closet is a crime."

changbin sat up and peered over the back of the couch as you entered the room. he was ready to shoot back a snarky comment but his words died on his tongue as soon as he saw you.

you stopped by the studio to visit him earlier, where he and the rest of 3racha were working on a track for the next album. you hadn't planned on staying long since you knew your boyfriend would be busy. but about 20 minutes after showing up chan was ushering everyone else out of the room, claiming that he had everything he needed from the other boys for now and that they both deserved a night off. any worries you or changbin might have had about chan overworking himself were immediately replaced by the realization that the two of you would finally have some time alone.

and that brought you to where you were now. standing in front of a blushing boy, wearing shorts and a long shirt of his that completely hid said shorts. you had decided to change after your boyfriend proposed that you spend the night. (at the time he was excited for movies and cuddles, but now it was an offer that he was starting to regret as he could already feel himself growing hard). the shirt you wore was one that changbin never put on due to it's size, he didn't think the whole oversized clothes style was really his thing.

but holy fuck it was yours.

"you uh- you look good."

changbin swallowed and you squinted. he was always a sucker for you wearing his clothes, but it was still odd for him to be turning so red just from seeing you in an shirt of his. luckily it didn't take long for you to notice the way his eyes wouldn't meet yours since they were focused on a different part of your body. you couldn't help but let out a little giggle. seeing you in his clothes might make him weak, but his biggest weakness was your thighs. he'd never exactly talked about your thighs in particular, but it was something that you had picked up on as your relationship progressed. you couldn't help but notice how changbin was always making sure to leave little marks on the inside of your thighs, and would jump at the chance to lay between them when he got sleepy, and how he would often pull out just in time to paint your thighs with his cum.

"like what you see?" you asked playfully as you took a few steps forward so you were standing in front of him.

"like what i- fuck yes... you're gonna be the death of me y/n."

you hummed in amusement, loving the affected you had on your boyfriend, and tangled a hand in his hair so you could guide him forward and let him press kisses on your thighs.

"mm seriously, on my gravestone it's gonna say your name after cause of death" changbin breathed out as he happily trailed his lips over your skin.

"that makes it sound like I murdered you, I'm not a fan of that"

you stood there for a few more minutes. finally moving away once you sensed that changbin was growing impatient. although you loved making your boyfriend beg, now was not that time for that. even though you moved to sit down next to him, changbin whined when you stepped away. knowing you, the poor boy was worried that you were gonna make him suffer through the whole movie with a boner. however, you had much different plans in mind for tonight.

with a smile, you slid a hand between his legs. "such a pretty noise, that little whine. wanna make it again for me?"

changbin's mouth went dry, he opened it to say something but nothing would come out. how were you always able to make him speechless? he did want to make that noise for you again. he wanted you to coo over how cute he sounded, but not here. not in the living room with minho still tucked away in his room, and with hyunjin and seungmin who were expected back at any minute.

"please, please let's go to my room. I need you."

you shook your head and started palming at chnagbin's crotch through his sweatpants, making his body go slack. "shh baby it's okay, calm down. I was just gonna let you grind against my thigh, let you get off like that. we'll be fully clothed so if anyone walks in it'll be pretty easy to play it off as cuddling or a makeout session."

that seemed to be all the reassurance that changbin needed. the way you were touching him paired with your soft voice was making his head spin. all he was focused on now was making you happy and chasing his orgasm. not even a second went by until he was moving onto your lap so he was facing you and straddling one of your legs.

"there you go! good boy."

you helped him settle into a comfortable position and pulled him close so his chest was pressed against yours and his face was buried in your neck. as changbin started to move his hips, you continued whispering words of encouragement and gentle praises since you could feel how tense he had gotten. changbin hadn't exactly done this before. and although the whole thing seemed rather self explanatory and he had gotten off by rutting against a pillow multiple times, he felt a bit self conscious with you watching his every move.

"It's okay bunny, there's no right or wrong way to do this. just whatever feels good." you whispered soothingly into his ear, catching the nervous look in his eyes and the way his movements kept faltering.

it was silly of him to be nervous, he realized. the safest he had ever felt was with you, and over the course of your relationship you had both tried out plenty of new things together (both in and out of the bedroom). thigh riding? this was nothing, you had certainly seen him in much more embarassing situations. so changbin nodded and finally started settling into a steady pace, trusting your words entirely.

every drag of his cock elicited a soft ah sound from the dark haired boy. luckily, you didn't have to worry about him being too loud. he was vocal and made plenty of noise, but always quiet whimpers and soft choruses of "oh"s. you could get him to be loud if you wanted to, you knew how. for now the tiny noises he was making was more than enough to satisfy you as you played with his hair and peppered his forehead with kisses. "there you go bun, bet it feels so good huh?" as you spoke you pressed your leg upwards, applying extra pressure to the whimpering boy's cock. the gasp he let out made your eyes widen in entertainment and you repeated the action, taking pleasure in how he squirmed everytime. "keep going little slut, don't slow down. doesn't my bunny wanna make a pretty mess for me?"

"m-more'" changbin panted.

normally you'd chastise him for not saying please. but right now you honestly couldn't care less. you just wanted your boyfriend to feel loved. wanted him to be as proud of himself as you are of him. so you smiled and pressed your leg up again, hands gripping onto his hips so that you can help guide his movements. "that song you were working on when I visited sounded so good. I know you've been working so hard on it. you're so talented baby, so amazing." changbin let out a sort of strangled noise and tightened his arms around you, pulling himself as close to you as he could get. the absence of words didn't bother you. sometimes changbin babbled on and on while you ruined him, telling you how good he felt and how much he loved you. while other times he just clings onto you, settling on a variety of whines to communicate. both were good.

as the familiar tightness grew in changbin's body, he focused on following the push and pull of your arms. if it wasn't for you guiding him he would have entirely lost his rhythm. knowing that your boyfriend was getting close, you started bouncing your leg and kneading his ass with one hand.

"changbin.. binnie, hey. c'mon let me see your face" you softly prodded, waiting for him to pull back. when he did, your heart squeezed in your chest.

he was so beautiful.

his lips were parted and his bottom lip was glossy and red from biting down on it too hard. his hair was sticking out in a few places, and his eyes were so full of pleasure. you could tell from the glassy look that changbin wasn't entirely present, his thoughts were elsewhere.

"m'gonna..." changbin slurred, hips twitching and back arching. you caught on immediately and softly grabbed his chin to make sure he didn't hide his face again, you always loved to see his face screw up as he comes. this time was no different.

"good boy, good boy let it all out for me"

you helped him ride out his orgasm and leaned forward to kiss him. not even caring that the kiss was messy and mostly just teeth since changbin was panting far too heavily to give you a proper kiss. when changbin's orgasm had finished washing through his body, you let him crash back into your chest. as you waited for him to catch his breath you rubbed his back and buried your face in his hair, giving him time to compose himself before talking.

"I love you binnie"

"..love you too y/n ... but seriously you're way too hot ... gonna die from sexiness overload"