#too tired to write tonight so have a sneak peek!!

[archangeldyke-all]

are you working on any requests now? could you give us a list or a little peak? 👀

ooooh a sneak peek!!! what a good idea i love this!

i'll say this because i don't wanna give TOO much away: @lushh-s3vik4s most recent work has DEFINITELY inspired one of the next requests teeheehee 🍑

the bouncer sevika story i did for @idyllicbby yesterday is VERY popular and i've had many requests to go back to that story and pick up where we left off *wink wink*

there's a few little fucker (and twins) asks i'm dying to get to-- some fluffy; some smutty; and divorced sevika and reader will be making a comeback!!

i just got an ask for some elaboration on sevika and silco's friendship which i am SO excited to tackle-- i think their dynamic is one of the most interesting parts of the show i could write a whole scene-analysis of the scene where sevika kills finn and how it perfectly captures the slightly fearful, incredibly mutually respectful relationship they have with one another-- i'm just so excited to write about them being aloof idiots together

and last but most certainly not least! it's been almost a month since i wrote for ceo sevika, so i think it's about time i rectify that ;)

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Cause it’s you

a/n what the hell is it with Kazzle Dazzle that always makes me write a full ass story inside of a simple little blurb… chokehold.

request: kaz brekker x reader one bed trope on a heist 🙏🙏

warning: blood, injuries, touch aversion, one bed.

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Kaz was tired. Bone deep tired. That kind of tired that made you drag your legs through the pavement. His cane was taking most of his weight tonight, and truthfully, Kaz was ready for the day to end. And end as soon as possible. “So… Who’s going in to buy the rooms?” Jesper let out a painful breath. His ribs had to be black and blue by now. He did cover for most of the team during the job, and the way he was leaning on Wylan clearly showed that the adrenaline was wearing off.

“I would, but if I moved even the slightest, they would see blood all over my dress," Nina’s sugary, venomous voice shouted as she glared at Kaz, clearly still annoyed that her perfect dress, not to mention that Kaz bought the said dress, was ruined because of the job gone slightly wrong. Inej didn’t even move from her shadows. She and Kaz had a falling out while the pack trotted through the damp streets, and neither wanted to let go of their grudges.

“I’ve got it, guys," you said softly, catching everyone’s attention. “We all need a hot bath and a good night's sleep." You rested your hand on Nina’s shoulder as you peeked out of the alley. “Flirt your way through it," Jesper whispered. “Get us extra perks, please." The rest of the team snickered quietly.

You were about to respond when Kaz’s cane blocked your way. “No one is flirting, and you’re not going alone." His voice was way sharper than he usually used when he was talking to you. “I can handle myself, boss," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “Yeah, but a lady alone in the shithole like this... Would be too suspicious," Kaz breathed, stepping out and looking back at you.

A couple of hours later, you were finally drying your hands after patching everyone up. Girls had jumped into sharing a room and had walked you out while wiggling eyebrows that you greeted with a middle finger. Wylan was, of course, sharing with Jasper, who had been complaining about the single beds ever since he stepped foot into the room, so you had helped Wylan push them against one another.

It’s not like you hadn’t shared rooms with Kaz. You two grew up together in the slums. You were the one to pull him out of the water when he finally floated to the shore. He had his ever-going addenda of pushing you away ever since, but you had always stuck around. You had always tried to be his voice of reason. "Shit," you muttered once you flicked the light on. “No, no, no," you breathed out, rushing forward. This had to be a joke. What were the odds of getting three rooms and one of them having a double bed? Maybe you could pull them apart; maybe there were two. You yanked the duvet covers off. Fingers searching for a split in the mattress.

“What did that poor bed do to you?" A voice from behind you startled you, making you lose your footing and go face-first into the covers. “Great now, street grime is all over the sheets," he grumbled. “Well, if you weren’t sneaking behind my back, this wouldn’t have happened," you huffed, climbing off the plush sheets. “It’s my room," Kaz breathed out. Your gaze found him as you narrowed your eyes, “Our room, you mean?”.

He held your gaze. Strong. Unmoving. “I’ll take the chair," he muttered under his breath, stepping deeper into the room and starting to undo his jacket. “Like hell you will, your legs will be killing you tomorrow," you huffed, bending to undo your shoes. “And your shoulder won’t?”, Kaz huffed. “Speaking of which," his movements halted as he turned to face you. “Stand up and undo your shirt," he motioned with his hand. You raised an eyebrow at him. “Kaz Brekker, you’re trying to get me naked?”, you teased. Kaz simply tilted his head to the side, his face emotionless. Before he stepped closer, “You have two choices," he said quietly. “Enlighten me," you muttered under your breath. “You take it off willingly, or I will cut it off your body." You could feel his breath on your skin, making a shiver run down your back. “It’s nothing," you breathed. “Prove it," he dared you.

You held his gaze in silence. You knew that it was probably more than bad. You could barely lift your hand, and your shoulder blade was throbbing. It was almost funny how not the fact that you had to strip in front of him made you anxious but the fact that he would see you weak. You hated being vulnerable. When you finally clawed out of the street, you had sworn to never be vulnerable again. And Kaz hated weak investments. He didn’t do deals that weren’t beneficial to him. And now you...

You felt the cold metal tip of his cane slip between the two buttons right in between your breasts. "Hey," you jerked back, turning away from him. “Show me that fucking shoulder, YN," Kaz practically growled. “Or, I’ll...”. But he didn’t get to finish as your hands clumsily moved to undo the handful of buttons until you were practically panting from the panic cursing through your veins. Turning back to him, you yanked the dirty fabric from your body. "Happy," you hissed.

Kaz clenched his jaw. He didn’t even allow himself to blink as he looked at the crusted, angrily red cut and a handful of bruises littering your skin. He forced himself to put them all into his memory. Because this was all his doing. All his games had gotten you hurt. “Wipe those fucking tears off your cheeks," he huffed harshly. Too harshly, and he hated himself for it. But he couldn’t. Physically couldn’t watch you cry. It felt as if someone was carving out his chest. Your shaky hands clumsily wiped the damp patches beneath your eyes.

“You got out. We both did," Kaz muttered because he knew the demons that were clouding your brain now. He had met them too. You nodded. Wrapping your hands around your torso, it only just now hit him that you were standing in front of him topless. Kaz turned around so quickly that he nearly gave himself a whiplash before muttering, “Go, take a bath.”.

Your fingers were crinkling from the time you had spent laying in that hot water. You had hurried off the moment Kaz dismissed you. You knew he would never take advantage of you. And that bodies in general made him uncomfortable, but the way he had turned away from you. As if you were the most ugly creature that he had seen. Now your only salvation was that he might just be asleep by the time you stepped out of the bathroom.

Kaz, however, was far from sleeping. He had lost count of how many times he had walked up to the bathroom door to listen that you were still rustling around. He had lost his jacket and gloves. His hair was messy from all the pulling he has done. The slow turning of the key made him look up. Your hair was done up and still damp. Feet bare. You looked so small, like this. And that deep desire to keep you safe shifted gears without him even realizing it.

“You’re not asleep," you muttered, barely meeting his eyes. “It looks like I’m not," Kaz said quietly. There was no one else whom Kaz trusted the way he trusted you, yet here you two were as if you hadn’t spent the majority of your lives together. “Did you fix your shoulder?” Kaz asked, clearly stalling. You nodded, and he followed suit. “Then get into bed," "Kaz," you huffed. “I didn’t ask," he said, narrowing his eyes at you. You wanted to fight him, but you simply didn’t have enough energy to do so, “And you?”.

You saw something glistening in his eyes for a heartbeat before he swallowed, “I..." and let out a labored breath. “You can also lay down," you muttered. “I will keep to my side; we can put pillows in between." There was a note of hopefulness in your voice. One that held Kaz in a chokehold. “Lay down, woman," he said through gritted teeth. But you caught it. There was that part of him that he hid. So you wasted no time, doing right as he said.

He watched your every move. Watched your frame disappear between the sheets. Only then did Kaz step closer, his breathing hitching in his chest. The tide was rising. threatening to swallow him whole. “Kaz...”, and here it was with that same velvety voice. One that always pulled him right out. Chasing away all of his fears. He blinked a couple of times only to meet your beautiful eyes looking right at him.

“Close your eyes," he breathed, making you frown. “I didn’t know that you getting into bed was such a big secret," you teased. Kaz felt the corners of his lips turning upwards. "Smartass," he whispered under his breath as he swung his legs over the mattress. And for some reason, this didn’t feel too bad. It didn’t seem all that scary now that he was in bed. With you. You. It was because of you. Kaz turned his head to the side, watching you watch him. And for the first time, he let himself look. Not only look, actually see you. And fuck if you weren’t the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

“You’re okay?”, you muttered, your fingers slowly moving toward the center of the bed. Kaz watched them getting closer, but he didn’t feel like stopping you. “When am I not okay when I’m with you?" A light gasp left your lips at his words, your lips disappearing between your teeth. “Don’t do that," he grumbled, his fingers only lifting and grazing yours, and you instantly pulled them away. Not wanting to cross his boundaries. "Sorry," you shook your head. “Not your fingers," Kaz protested. “Your lip," he pointed out, making you frown. “What about it?” You brushed your fingers over it, trying to see if you had bitten too hard and drawn blood. “Because if you’ll continue to do it, I’ll...", Kaz swallowed. “I might lose my restraint in holding back." And then he reached out, his shaky fingers brushing over your plump lips. It took all the self-control you had to not whimper at the touch. Savoring the way his fingers felt, you only let your eyes close for a second, and then there was nothing. As if you had imagined it. You had barely caught Kaz practically jumping out of bed. Reaching for his jacket and cane. "Kaz," you breathed, pushing the covers off your body. But your plea was met with a slam of the door.

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Late Meetings (Vox x Reader)

CW: Dub con, Somnophilia, Weirdly fluffy- Rated: Adult Summary: Vox comes home from a meeting that ran late to find himself entranced by the beauty of your sleeping form, lit by nothing but the dim glow of his screen. *Technically a sequel to Home but not required reading*

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Vox’s shoulders sagged as he walked through the too brightly lit hallway. It was always lit to the extreme, no matter the time of day, chasing away any shadows enemies could hide within. The result was a cold sterility that couldn’t be banished no matter the warm pinks and purples that made up Vee tower’s distinctive decor. 

Without looking at a clock, there was no way for anyone to know it was nearly one past midnight. Vox didn’t need to look at his watch to know that. His software kept perfect time, regardless of if he wanted to lose track of the minutes or hours. The result was his aggravation growing as the meeting ran longer by the hour. 

Deep dread quickly replaced that aggravation. It was supposed to be an early night. He had promised you he would be home before it was too late. You had planned a special dinner, a night in with wine and music and once again, his inability to say no to his work ruined things. 

He didn’t know why you put up with him. You deserved so much more than a man married to his company. 

Vox placed his hand against the plate, letting his clawed handprint scan and grant him entry to the modest apartment. Every time he tried to upgrade you, you turned him down. Though you and Vox had been dating for almost a year now, you refused to hold his status above others. 

You insisted on working, spending your hours behind your VoxTek issued laptop and spending your nights in the VoxTek employee apartment issued to you. He had tried to waive your rent at least, but the first month the payment didn’t withdraw from your account, you had walked the cash right up to his office and put it on his desk. 

Unlike the hallway, the apartment was shrouded in a deep darkness. Every light was off, except for the small light above the kitchen island. As he closed the door behind him, Vox dimmed the screen that made up his face. You had made plenty of adjustments while learning to live and love a man whose face was essentially an all in one computer screen, but you drew the line at the bright blue light blinding you in the darkness. 

Fear jolted through him as he picked up the note sitting on the counter. It was baseless; he knew even before he read the words, but that did nothing to stop the dread from rooting in his heart for those few seconds. You always left him a note when he was expected but didn’t make it before bed. 

As expected, you had put up his plate for him, hoped he would have good news from the meeting, and wished him goodnight. He was tired, more than anything. There wasn’t another thought spared to the food sitting in the fridge. 

What Vox wanted was to wrap his arms around you, nestle you against his side as he caught what few hours of sleep he could. He flipped off the light, using the dim blue light of his screen to see his way through the hall. While he walked, he pulled the tie from around his neck, letting it fall to the ground. 

He toed his shoes off as he approached the door, left cracked open. Clawed fingers worked the buttons down his shirt free. He was thankful he skipped the vest tonight, leaving him with fewer layers to shed as he drew closer to the bed. 

He stood for a moment, wearing nothing but his boxers and look in your sleeping form. One day, he would be brave enough to ask you what you had done that got you sentenced to an afterlife in hell. Until then, he would enjoy the delusion that you had done nothing to deserve the punishment. 

He slipped into the bed after letting his boxers fall to the ground. There were sweatpants in the dresser, but he was too tired to bother with them tonight. All he wanted was to hold you. 

Clawed fingertips caressed your arm, urging you to cuddle closer to him. You were so pretty, turning into him as soon as you felt the weight of his body in the bed with you. Though you were not a moth demon, Vox thought your sleeping form was drawn to the dim light of his screen in much a similar way. 

Vox settled onto his side, propping his torso up on an elbow as he watched you sleep. Fingers caressed up your thighs, taking in the feeling of you. He could spend decades with you and not grow tired of the feeling of your soft skin under his hands.

Higher and higher, his hand caressed absently, running under the silky fabric of her nightgown. Everything about you was so soft to the touch. Before he realized it, his hand was ghosting over the curve of your hips. 

He was suddenly aware of the fact that you had nothing on under the nightgown. It was more than just the dinner you had planned for your evening with him he missed out on. 

You sighed in your sleep, shifting slightly onto your back. Vox hadn’t intended to allow his hand to wander, but your shift of position had his hand grazing over your pubic mound. If his fingers were there, he may as well feel a little more of what he missed out on… right? What harm was there in that?

Vox ran his fingers along your slit, parting your folds and running a cold claw over the delicate nub of nerves nested just within the head of the folds. It took only a few strokes to have your legs falling apart and your breath coming in soft pants. Slick gathered at your opening as he worked through your folds again and again. 

“Vox,” you breathed his name in your sleep, eyes fluttering behind closed eyelids. 

A grin spread across his screen as he listened to her call out his name. Even in your sleep, you were so loyal to him. It was he that you dreamed of, even after he ruined your date night in with his meeting. 

He loved you more than he dared to tell anyone, including you. Sure, he had said it, but those three little words paled to communicate the depth of the feeling. 

You shifted again, legs spreading more as your hips rocked. It wasn’t his intention, but he found his long claw tipped finger slipping into your opening. Wet heat encased his finger, drawing it deeper and deeper. 

It had been his intention to only admire you and now he was knuckles deep into your wet cunt. You stroked you from the inside out, listening to the most relaxing song. Under the blankets, his cock twitched, standing hard and firm as it demanded attention. 

He had to shift, sitting up so he could wrap his other hand around his shaft, pumping his fist along his length. Need won out over respect for you as Vox pulled his fingers from his sensitive length.

He pulled the blankets up off your body and slotted himself between your spread legs. You accommodated his positioning easily, though you were clearly still asleep. Vox ran the head of his cock through your slick folds as he folded himself over you. 

He sighed as he sank slowly into you, letting your wet heat swallow him inch by inch. Each roll of his hips was lazy, not seeking anything more than the warmth and comfort of being within the woman he loved. Holding himself over your sleeping form, he watched as your lips parted, breathy moans filling the room lit only by his screen. 

“Fuck,” Vox whispered as he sank into you again, “fuck, I love you.” 

Your leg ran up the outside of his as your eyebrows scrunched together. He could feel you fluttering around his cock as he continued to slowly work into you. Your back arched as his cock ran along that spongy place inside of you that made you gasp his name just like you did now in your sleep. 

“Love you so much, dollface.” Vox whispered as your hand lazily ran up his arm, sleep and wakefulness battling. “Don’t fuckin deserve you. You’re so fuckin good to me. Fuck.” 

Your arms wrapped around his torso as you nuzzled into his chest, coming more and more awake as your orgasm built. He could feel how close you were, core flittering stronger. 

“Welcome home,” you whispered, voice breathy as you blinked sleepy eyes up at the too bright screen of the man you loved. 

Welcome home. That thought had his balls tightening, orgasm sneaking up on him. He was home, he realized. It didn’t matter where he was; he was home when he was buried within you. You were home. 

You came with a soft moan and quivering muscles. The waves of contractions through your core pulled his orgasm from him, seed spiling into your core with more force than his thrusts. His neck struggled to support his heavy screen, letting it fall to rest against your forehead. 

In the morning, he’d be annoyed at the oily smear from your skin, but at the moment it was just another way to be close to you. Reaching down, he held your hip in place as he rolled to the side, taking your body with him. 

“I’m sorry for waking you,” he whispered as you nestled into his chest. Your core fluttered with the aftershocks of your orgasm around his softening cock. 

“I love you too,” you whispered into his chest, sleep quickly reclaiming you. 

You may not have agreed to move into the penthouse. You may not indulge in the luxurious life your boyfriend could give you, would give you in a heartbeat. Your apartment was small, with comfortable furniture that was worn down with use, but coming home to it and the woman inside was the best part of Vox’s days. 

[stargirlfics]

sneak peek!

The Gentleman Chapter 7: This Heart of Mine

Hey lovely people! I am still working on a big chunk of this chapter but wanted to give y’all a little peek at some of it because why not and I have sooo missed writing for this series so it’s been neat to dive back into it 🫶🏾 hope you’ll enjoy this next one, it’s one of my favorite chapters so far!

Alfred lay awake, a soft but worried concentration set on his face as he watched you sleep curled next to him in the haven of your bed.

Flashes of Scarecrow cross his mind, then of losing you in the street and having to leave you alone at The Tower, the anxiety as he searched for Bruce, it all crept in with the quiet of night.

You looked like an angel wrapped in his sweater so he focused on how glad he was you were finally asleep, the exhaustion of the day’s events had caught up now and he only hoped the release he’d given you tonight helped ease the sting of danger and chaos that occurred not even twelve hours ago. 

He knew it was wishful thinking, barely able to sleep himself, heart wrenched when he dozed off some time later and startled awake to find you out of bed, only guided by the soft glow of your bathroom lights that illuminated where you sat crying and curled in on yourself at the edge of the tub. 

Immediately he was at your side, hushing your apologies for the state he’d found you in, hoping the way he gently took your wrists in his hands would bring warmth or relief, anything at all to quell what he could only imagine you were feeling. 

Oh, my darling. 

It hurt to see you distraught.

The panic in your features made him feel sick but he kept the dread from showing as best he could, not wishing for you to see how quickly it was hardening into rage as he cradled your sobbing form against his chest and reassured you that you were okay, because he was here and the night terror still lingering behind your eyes wasn’t real. 

“You’re alright, just keep taking breaths with me, yeah? You’re at home, it’s safe here and I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

The last few words slide off his lips in a quiet promise, one made with a clenched jaw and an icy conviction going straight down to his bones just as steady as the snow falling outside, the kind he hadn’t felt since those early days caring for Bruce on his own.  

Alfred didn’t let his mind drift too far into that territory yet knowing he needed to think, to come up with a plan. 

Christ, there was far too much ground to cover with so little information still, a ripple of stress threatened to cloud his mind but he needed to focus on you right now. 

It hadn’t taken very long to realize he needed to make sure you were okay in order to be okay himself, to calm down and think properly. 

Helping you get back in bed and snuggled in his arms again had worked to soothe some tension despite the pit in his stomach as he watched you blink away tears while your fingers curled around his and it isn’t lost on him that you had sought his comfort. 

“I’m almost scared to sleep again, what if I have another bad dream?” Your voice is tired, weary and it sends another pang through his heart.

“If you do I’ll be right here to shoo it away but you do need rest, lovely. How about I tell you a story to help you sleep?” He’s pleased when your eyes perk up at the suggestion, you have told him before that he could tell the best stories. 

Maybe he’d go for an old favorite, the one about finding what he thought to be old treasure on a trip he took to the English coast, a place he wants to show you one day if he could get you both through this madness safely. 

But even as he began to speak and you tucked your face into his shoulder he knew there was no other option for him now, it wasn’t an if but an outright certainty that he would do whatever was necessary to keep you from harm.

There may or may not be lots of emotions in this chapter so 🥹🤭 I’m really excited! This was only about 600 words or so of a sneak peek but I hope that’s okay because there’s a lottt more coming and I hope to be finished with this chapter completely by next month, so thanks for all the love and patience as I work on it. It’s really appreciated and I feel more excitement and anticipation than nerves or fear about delivering on chapters going forward even if I do take my time 💕 Thank you all!

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[lovegalor333]

fresh start

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content warnings: paiges nasty ass ex

Lily

Paige had begged me to stay over at her place last night and even tried guilt tripping me by saying that she'd wake up alone on birthday. "You won't be alone P, your roommates will be there." I reminded her before she reluctantly let me go back to my apartment.

It was 6AM on Paiges birthday and even though I was half asleep, I was buckled into my car with a trunk full of balloons and banners and Paiges gift safely in the passenger seat.

I text Azzi under her instruction to let her know I was outside once I reached their apartment. She must have been on her phone because she opened the door no more than ten seconds later.

"Morning Lils." She greets me, looking unfairly fresh faced at this time of the morning.

"Morning." I groan, hugging Azzi to the best of my ability with a handful of balloons and multiple bags in my hand.

I enter the apartment and hand Azzi the bag of decorations and balloons that have been stored in my apartment all week and she immediately begins hanging banners.

KK strolls into the living room moments later looking just as tired as me, "Morning KK." I laugh and I just get a grunt in response as she makes her way to the refrigerator, grabbing an energy drink.

"Where is the birthday girl then?" I ask wondering if Paige was awake yet, she was notoriously not a morning person so I doubted it.

"Channeling her inner sleeping beauty of course." Azzi replies as she sprinkles confetti over the table.

"Something I should be doing." KK mutters from the place curled up on the couch.

"No, you're helping me - french toast time!" Azzi chirps as she skips to the kitchen and I'm amazed at her energy this early in the day.

I leave the girls and make my way to Paiges bedroom, her door is closed so I slowly open it and step into her dim room.

I place her gift down before sitting on the edge of the bed. Paige is fast asleep, eyes shut with a slight frown on her face, hair splayed across her pillow, chest rising and falling peacefully. I almost feel bad waking her.

I run my hand down her face and along her jaw, she doesn't even stir.

"Paige..." I whisper softly as I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.

The soft frown on her face deepens and her eyes flutter open.

"Good morning, birthday girl." I smile down at her.

"Morning." She replies, her voice low and husky.

"Not a good morning? It's your birthday." I say softly before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips. She catches me off guard, wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling me down on top of her.

"Paige!" I squeal and I place a hand at either side of her head to steady myself.

"Now it's a good morning." She smirks up at me and I blush immediately, between her morning voice, messy hair and lack of clothes Paige didn't have to try hard to make me flustered.

"How about you skip classes and I skip workouts and we stay here but you take this off?" Paige says, her hands fiddling with the hem of my sweater before sneaking under and trailing up my back, her fingers grazing my skin as her hand moved up and down.

I lower myself so I'm no longer propped up but so my body is flush with Paiges, head on her chest, "I would love that," I say taking in her scent, knowing exactly what moisturiser she used last night, "but you have a season starting in a few weeks and I have assignments to write."

Paige huffs from beneath me, deep down she knows I'm right so she won't argue but I placate her anyway.

"Besides, we get to be together the entire weekend, starting tonight." I smile, leaning up once again, getting a good view of Paiges face. Despite the room being so dark, her blue eyes were as piercing as ever.

"And I got you something." I say leaning down to where I had placed her gift.

I push myself up off Paige so she can sit up too and I hand her the gift bag that had tissue paper stuffed in the top to stop her from peeking in and seeing what the present was.

"Lily, I hope you didn't spend a lot of money of this." She says looking at me seriously.

"Oh shush Paige, if I did, it's because you're worth it. Now open it." I say.

I watch as Paige removes each layer of tissue paper before reaching her hand in the bag. She pulls out her card first, tucked away in a soft lilac envelope, her name written in cursive on the front, a small heart replacing the dot on the i.

Paige doesn't read the card out loud but I remember exactly what I wrote.

Dear Paige,

Happy 22nd Birthday!

I hope your next year of life brings you everything you've ever dreamed of and more.

Words cannot explain how thankful I am to have you. I left Boston extremely broken and lonely and I was scared I would stay like that but meeting you has been the best thing that has ever happened to me.

I look forward to spending more time with you, making more memories and watching you fulfill your dreams.

I love you, happy birthday.

Your Lily x

Paige looks up at me from her card, eyes rimmed with tears, "Hey, no crying on your birthday." I warn.

"I love you, Lily." She says blinking to clear the tears.

"I love you too." I reply and I reach my own hand into the gift bag and pull out a small, neatly wrapped box.

"I hope you like it." I say as I present it to Paige.

She takes the box from me and pulls the ribbon to untie it before opening the box revealing a sliver chain, with a mini carabiner on it that held three charms.

"A five, a cross and an L. It's perfect Lily, I love it. Thank you so much." She says bundling me into a hug and we almost topple over.

"Put it on for me?" She asks handing me the necklace and I take it, standing up and going behind her looping the necklace around her neck before clasping it together.

My hands linger on her bare shoulders, "There, all done."

"Hey, stop kissing and come out here, breakfast is ready." KK barges in the room, the energy drink has definitely kicked in.

"We weren't even kissing." Paige defends as we follow KK into the living room where there is a perfectly presented table, clad with confetti, flowers and balloons, not to mention the pile of french toast and fresh fruit.

"Did you have fun last night?" I ask Paige as I hand her a mug of hot coffee and she nods while taking a sip.

"So much fun, just having everyone I love around one table makes me feel so blessed." She says and I sit facing her on her bed with my own mug of coffee in my hands.

The team, Paiges family and I all went for dinner last night to celebrate Paiges birthday and then we moved on to a karaoke bar. We kept things pretty lowkey and completely sober knowing that we had the party tonight.

"I'll have to go home soon P, I need to shower and get ready for tonight." I tell her. I had ended up coming home with Paige last night and staying at her apartment but it was already midday and we'd only just gotten out of bed.

"Time for an episode of Greys?" She asks fluttering her lashes and how can I say no to that so I scoot over to Paige as she turns on her TV.

Paige

"Y'all one more tiktok before we leave!" KK pleads, propping up her phone on the counter.

"Uh uh!" Azzi argues grabbing KKs phone on her way to the door, "The Ubers are here, lets go." She says and we all obey, not wanting to get on the wrong side of Azzi Fudd.

No one was a designated driver tonight because we would all be drinking so we piled into multiple Ubers to take us to Huskies.

"Lily meeting us there?" Nika asks me as we make our way to the bar.

"Yeah, she's coming with her roommates." I tell her.

It doesn't take us long to get to Huskies and Azzi insists on leading me inside with one hand on my arm guiding me and the other covering my eyes.

After walking a few steps with my life in Azzis hands she counts down,

"Three...two...one...open!" and she removes her hand from my eyes and I'm met with a room full my friends, teammates and people I know from campus. Party poppers are let off and everyone cheers before the music kicks in and the bass takes over.

Before I know it, I'm being handed a shot and then another shot and then another. Tonight is going to be messy.

"Hi gorgeous." I hear a soft voice say as two arms wrap around my waist from behind.

Lily.

"Hi pretty girl." I reply turning around and coming face to face with my girlfriend. "You're really living up to that nickname, look at you." I say as I take in her appearance.

She has her hair pulled back into a half up half down style, her makeup is natural as always but still accentuates her features perfectly and shes wearing a black mini skirt with a white shirt and black heels.

She blushes at my compliment and dips her head, "Don't be shy with me." I say lifting her head so I'm looking into her eyes again.

"I can't help it." She says a small smile on her lips.

"You look amazing." I say, my hand stroking her jaw.

"So do you." She replies as she fiddles with the necklace she bought me around my neck.

"SHOTS!" We're interrupted by Ice with two shots in her hands and she hands one each to Lily and me. We take them and clink them together before knocking them back, looking at each other with the same grimace at the sharp taste of alcohol.

As the night goes on, things get less and less clear. I keep looking around for Lily and I spot her easily each time, at first she was dancing with Kelsey then with Kayla at the bar and now she's sat talking with Nika.

"Here, drink up birthday girl." Aubrey says handing me a red cup and I wave my hand, "Not right now, I need a moment." I say feeling drunker by the second.

I manoeuvre my way through the crowd of people towards Lily and Nika, "Mind if I steal her for a second?" I say to Nika and she nods, "All yours."

I take Lilys hand and lead us to the exit, "Are you OK, P?" Lily asks once we're outside in the crisp October air.

"I'm good, just wanted you alone for a minute."

"What for?"

"For this." I say taking her face in my hands and pressing my lips to hers. I feel her giggle and then lean into the kiss and I move us back so that Lily is against the wall, our mouths move together perfectly and her hands tangle in my hair and I swear I could leave this party here and now.

After a while Lily and I realise we can't spend the whole night outside making out so we compose ourselves and go back inside and as soon as we do I immediately wish we didn't.

I stop dead in my tracks at the sight in front of me, it takes a few seconds for Lily to realise, "What?" She asks looking at me concerned, I must be as pale as a ghost.

I don't say anything but she follows my eyeline to where Azzi is stood hands on her hips, a deep frown on her face as she shouts at the girl in front of her.

I can't believe this is happening.

"Who is that?" Lily asks but I'm frozen in my spot.

It doesn't take long for all eyes to be on Lily and me and I instinctively pull her closer to me, my arm hooking around her waist.

"Paigey, your friend is trying to kick me out." The girl says approaching us and I flinch at the voice I haven't heard in years and I feel Lily stiffen beside me.

"I'm not trying, I am kicking you out. Goodbye." Azzi says following behind and forcing the girl past Lily and me but she reaches out and grabs my arm stopping herself.

I find my voice but it comes out quiet, "Get off me, Marianna." But she doesn't let go, "It's your birthday, don't be like this." She continues.

"She said let go!" Lilys voice is loud and stern and she prizes Marianna hand off my arm and I watch as Mariannas face contorts into a scowl.

"Who are you? Her bodyguard?" She spits and I look at Lily who's also scowling and I step in front of her protectively, "She's my girlfriend," I say, "And you need to leave, now."

Marianna laughs and I know her well enough to know she didn't find anything funny.

"Girlfriend? Last time I checked you didn't do commitment."

"And the last time I checked, you didn't know who I was, so what's changed?" I ask but I don't really care for the answer.

"I've grown up Paige, we both have. I just want to speak to you about everything." Marianna says and now I'm the one laughing, "That's never going to happen."

"Oh now you've got your little slut-" Marianna is cut off by a drink being thrown directly in her face and for a second I thought I could have done it but I never even had a drink in my hand.

"You just crossed the line, you've got to go." Kelsey interjects, empty cup in her hand as Marianna shouts about her hair and outfit being ruined. Kelseys hands me the cup and I take it and watch and she pushes Marianna with two hands towards the exit.

"Well, someome had to do it." Kayla says and I turn around to Lily, "Are you OK?" I ask putting my arm over her shoulder and she nods, "Yes - are you?" And I nod back, "As long as you are."

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Lily

I woke up to the incessant pinging of notifications. I felt around the bed, my eyes still closed until I came into contact with my phone, I pried my eyes open, squinting at the bright light, No New Notifications.

Beside me Paige stirred, also looking for her phone in the bundle of sheets. She finds it and quickly silences her notifications before closing her eyes again.

"Who is it?" I asked now propped up on my elbow.

Paige shrugs sleepily, "I don't know. Just ignore it, let's go back to sleep." She says pulling me down to lay beside her. I don't argue but I also don't go back to sleep, I stay snuggled into Paige until I feel her breathing even out telling me she's fallen back to sleep.

I carefully slip my body out of Paige's grasp and tiptoe my way out of her bedroom. Once I'm awake, it's hard for me to get back to sleep so I usually give in and start my day.

"Morning Lily." I'm greeted by Nika as I enter the living room, she's curled up on the couch with her hood up and sunglasses on.

"Morning Niks," I smile, "Feeling last night's festivities?" I laugh.

"Uh huh." She nods laying her head back to rest on the back of the couch.

"I'll make coffee." I offer, stepping into the kitchen and starting to prepare the drinks.

I've spent so much time in this apartment, I can navigate it as though it's my own so I know where everything is, it doesn't take me long to make Nika and me an iced coffee each.

"You're an angel." She says as I hand her her glass.

"How do you feel after last night? I cannot believe Marianna showed up." Nika says inbetween sips.

"I feel fine," I say honestly, "I just hope Paige feels the same, I know she was really hurt by what happened between them."

Nika nods, "Yeah it was not a good time for Paige. I honestly thought Marianna had transferred out of UConn, that's how long it's been since any of us have seen her." She explains.

"Really? I wonder what made her show her face last night, do you think she wants Paige back?" I ask only now realising that this could be an issue.

The way that Paige spoke about her made it sound serious and if she was Paige's first love and there was a lot of history, what would stop those feelings arising again now that Marianna is back on the scene?

"Even if she did, Paige doesn't want her back. I saw the way she defended you last night and made it clear you were her girlfriend. Marianna is in the past, you and Paige are right now."

I think back to last night when Paige protectively stepped in front of me, shielding me from her vicious ex and realised Nika was right, Marianna was the past.

"You're right, I'm just overthinking." I say as Ice and Azzi emerge from their bedrooms looking just like Nika with their hoods up.

Azzi flops beside Nika and takes her glass of iced coffee out of her hand and takes a sip for herself, "Ugh, I need like three of these." She groans.

"I'll make you one, you too Ice." I say to the girls and get up from my place on the couch.

Paige

I felt Lily get out of bed and listened as she spoke to Nika, I couldn't make out exactly what was being said but I knew they'd be talking for a while so I grabbed my phone and scrolled through the numerous notifications that had woken us up.

They were all iMessages from a number I didn't have saved but I knew exactly who it was.

i knew you'd understand

thank you

i'll come round in the morning and we can talk

What?

I click on the notification to open the full message thread and I want to scream.

What have I done?

Like some sort of sick game, another text comes through and I lock my phone and quickly make my way into the living room.

Lily is sat with my friends on the couch talking and drinking coffee. Despite having barely slept, she still looks beautiful, she's wearing one of my t-shirt and my pyjama bottoms and her hair messily frames her face.

"Good morning." She says noticing me stood in the room and she smiles big and wide and my heart sinks a bit.

"What time are you leaving?" I ask and I regret the abruptness almost immediately but she needs to leave and sooner rather than later.

"I don't know." She says and the smile slowly fades from her face, "Now?" She asks lowly, standing up.

"Yeah, OK." I agree and she walks past me into my bedroom and I hear her gathering her stuff.

Without looking, I already know I have multiple sets of eyes glaring at me.

"Just don't." I say looking up at Ice, Azzi and Nika all scowling at me.

"Um...bye, I guess." Lily says awkwardly beside me.

"Yeah, bye." I say pulling her into a quick side hug before she hurries out of the apartment, not saying anything to the girls.

"Paige, what the fuck?" Azzi is the first one to speak.

"Rude much?" Next is Ice.

"What the hell is your problem?" And lastly Nika.

"Guys please, not now." I say joining them on the couch putting my head in my heads.

"Um...yes, now. You're girlfriend just left on the brink of tears." Azzi says.

"I'll deal with Lily later but Marianna is on her way and I couldn't have Lily here when she showed up."

"What?!" All three girls exclaim in unison.

"She text me last night about talking and I must have drunkenly replied and agreed to talk to her, I don't even remember doing it! And she just text me to say she's on the way." I blurt, suddenly feeling very hungover.

"Paige, you should have been honest with Lily." Azzi says and as always, she's right.

"I panicked." I say running my hair through my hair in frustration.

"Call her right now." My best friend says and as I stand from the couch to go and get my phone there's a knock at the door.

"It might be Caroline, she said she was coming over too." Azzi says as I look at her.

Only one way to find out.

I take cautious steps to the front door and open it slowly.

“Hi Paigey."

"Hi." I reply monotonously and actually look at Marianna properly for the first time. She looks different, her shoulder length hair is grown out and scattered with blonde highlights now and she's definitely had some degree of lip filler since I last saw her.

She walks into the apartment and sees my roommates, "Am I at risk of getting another drink thrown at me?" She asks sarcastically.

"Well that depends." Azzi says before throwing her hands up in defence, "We'll leave you to it." And the girls all get up and retreat to their bedrooms.

"Thanks for agreeing to talk." Marianna says making herself comfortable, sitting on the couch where Lily was just minutes ago.

"Um yeah, I mean I don't actually remember agreeing-"

"I'm sorry Paigey, for everything I did back then. I was confused and young and didn't know what I was feeling or what I wanted. I should have never treated you like that." She says and I feel winded by the words that have come too little too late.

"You were confused? Imagine how I felt." I say back still stood by the door.

"I know and I said I'm sorry. I want to make up with you, go back to how we were."

"I don't think that will happen."

"We haven't even tried." She says now standing up and walking over to me.

"Marianna-"

"Paigey, come on. Do you remember what you said to me all those years ago?" I stay silent because I said a lot of things, she was the first girl I ever loved.

"You said it was me and it would always be me. Does that not stand for anything?" Her hands are on my arms now almost as if she's begging.

"Whatever it stood for became irrelevant when you forgot who I was."

"I could never forget you, how could I?" She moves her hand up to my face and before I have time to process what's going on her lips are on mine.

I push her away with maybe too much force because she topples back before regaining her balance.

"What the fuck! I have a girlfriend, what are you doing?" I spit, wiping my mouth where hers just was.

"I just thought...you agreed to see me Paigey..."

"You thought wrong. I was drunk when I replied to your text and quit calling me Paigey. In fact, you need to leave." I say sternly, turning to open the door.

"Don't do this, I miss you." She pleads.

"I don't miss you. I've moved on and I love Lily." I tell her and her face drops in realisation that I'm being serious.

"Leave. Now." I demand and she scurries past me without a final look and I slam the door behind her and let out a frustrated groan.

Azzi appears in the living room and I just look at her blankly and she knows me well enough to be able to read my expressions, "What happened?"

I everything explain to Azzi and wait for her response.

"Yeah, you need to tell Lily. Like right now." She says and I nod, she's right. The sooner I tell Lily and explain what happened and how it happened, the better.

I get my phone from my bedroom and open up mine and Lilys messages, "What do I even say?" I look to my best friend for advice.

"The truth Paige. Lily will understand."

With my phone still clutched in my hand, I throw my arms up in frustration, "How did I tell my girlfriend I kissed my ex?" I huff.

Swoosh.

I freeze and look down at my phone.

Lily

Paiges weird behaviour had me on edge and going through every single possibility in my mind.

I tried to calm myself by saying she was just hungover and grouchy but that didn't even sound right, Paige never acted like that.

I was layed in my bed, trying my best to go to sleep, a nap would make me feel better and then I would speak to Paige.

A notification on my phone made me open my eyes, it was a voicenote from Paige. I click on it and press play.

"How do I tell my girlfriend I kissed my ex?"

My stomach dropped immediately and I felt as though I was going to be sick there and then.

Paige kissed Marianna?

When?

I drop my phone losing all strength to hold it and my eyes blur as they fill with tears.

Deep down I knew this was too good to be true. I knew I wasn't enough for Paige and it was only a matter of time before she realised that.

I'm sobbing now, to the point of not being able to breathe.

How could I be so niave?

My ringtone plays out over my sobs and Paiges contact flashes on my phone screen, I let it ring out.

Paige calls me another four times before I decide to turn my phone off.

I force myself out of my bed and wipe the tears from my face even though they're still spilling. I grab my car keys and leave the apartment, I knew if Paige couldn't reach me, she'd come here and I don't want to see her.

I climb in my car and begin driving with no destination in mind.

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Paige

Waiting for Lily to get home was physically painful. Her phone was off so no calls were going through and she didn't tell her roommates where she was going, all we knew was that she had taken her car.

The thought of Lily driving around confused and probably crying hurt so much and I hated that I had caused that.

"Try not to worry, Paige." Hannah tries to comfort me as I pace their living room. Hannah had been the one to open the door for me when I came frantically looking for Lily, a few hours ago now.

I try not to snap at her but that doesn't exactly work, "How can I not? Anything could have happened and none of us would know." My mind goes to places that I don't want it to but I'm trying to be realistic. I know Lily and the way her brain works so of course I'm worried.

"Hey, you never know, Kelsey may have found her and they could be on their way home right now."

“I told Kelsey to message me if she found her." I lift up my phone, "And nothing."

As if she heard us talking about her, Kelsey walks through the front door, "No luck. I went to all the places she knows and drove around campus, twice." She huffs sitting next to Hannah on the couch as I continue to pace around the room.

"You're making me motion sick Paige, please sit down." Kelsey says.

"I can't. I can't rest until I know Lily's safe." I snap and Kelsey raises her brows as if to say who are you talking to like that?.

"Not to point out the obvious but we would know where Lily was if it wasn't for you." She snaps back.

"You think I don't know that Kelsey? And you think I don't hate myself for it?" I'm shouting now and although this isn't going to make Lily come home any quicker shouting at someone is making me feel slightly better.

"You should have thought about that before kissing your ex!" Kelsey shouts back.

"It wasn't like that. She kissed me and as soon as she did, I pushed her off." I defend myself.

"OK y'all, we are not getting anywhere by shouting at each other. Paige just sit down and Kelsey, hush." Hannah orders both of us and we obey.

I'm not sat down for long before I start pacing again, I can't sit still and just do nothing.

"I'm going to look for her." I announce picking up my keys and phone from the table.

"Where?" Kelsey asks knowing she's exhausted all the place Lily knows in the area.

"I don't know but I'll drive around all night if I have to."

"No one will be driving around all night." A voice says from behind me.

"Lily." I turn around and I'm met with an extremely puffy eyed, red cheeked girl standing in the doorway.

"You need to leave." She says looking at me blankly.

"I want to explain. Please let me explain." I plead as Lily walks into her apartment and straight past me towards her room.

I follow her, "First of all, that voicenote was a mistake-"

"Oh, so if you never accidentally sent that I'd be none the wiser and everyone would think I'm an idiot who's girlfriend kisses their ex!"

"No Lily, I was going to tell you. I was about to text you to come over and I must have accidentally pressed the voicenote button and I was asking Azzi what to say and it just caught the worst part of the conversation." I ramble out.

"Paige, nothing changes the fact that you kissed your ex." She says with a gulp and she looks like she's about to cry again.

"I promise you, I didn't kiss her. She kissed me and I pushed her off straight away and told her to get out."

"Get out of where?"

"My apartment."

"Oh my God. Was it this morning? You practically kicked me out because she was coming over?"

I stay silent because now that Lily is saying it out loud, it sounds bad and I don't want to admit that I did that.

"Paige! Was it this morning? Is that why you wanted me to leave?" She repeats herself.

I nod, "Yes but it wasn't planned. Well, it was..but I don't remember planning it. She must have text me last night while I was drunk and I agreed to talk to her and she text again this morning saying she was on her way and I panicked. I fucked up, I know that Lily."

"I just can't believe you've done this Paige. I trusted you and I feel so stupid right now." Lily says and any anger in her voice has been replaced by sadness.

"You're not stupid Lily. I'm stupid. I'm stupid for not telling you straight away, I'm stupid for even allowing this to happen."

"Yeah. Yeah, you are. But it's already happened now. You already didn't tell me the truth, she already kissed you, that can't be taken back."

"I'm sorry Lily, I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. Please forgive me, this shit will never happen again, I promise you."

"Don't make promises like that. You don't know what's going to happen in the future."

"I do and I know I'll never hurt you again for as long as I live. You mean everything to me Lily, you're my girlfriend, I love you. I love you so much."

"I can't do this right now Paige. I'm confused. You hurt me but I love you too, I love you a lot. I always lead with my heart rather than my head but maybe that's not for the best because here I am crying," She sobs out, "I came here for a fresh start but this is just...painful."

"Please don't cry." I say softly wanting nothing more than to hold her but as I take steps closer, Lily moves back.

"Do you want me to laugh?" She says, her words dripping in sarcasm.

"You know that's not what I mean. Come here." I say opening my arms and she hesitates but eventually walks over to me and I wrap her in an embrace.

"I'm sorry baby. I really am." I press a kiss to her head as her face is buried in my chest.

I feel her breathe in deeply and exhale, "You need to leave Paige." And she slips out of my grasp refusing to make eye contact.

"Lily, please."

"I'm tired and I have a headache." She says turning from me.

"If you need space, I'll give you space." I say, "But we're not over Lily. I love you too much to lose you."

She stays turned away from me and I wait for a response but it doesn't come so I reluctantly leave.

I walk through the living room and Lilys roommates must be in their bedrooms because it's empty so I let myself out of the apartment.

I'm grateful that I walked here because I need the fresh air, the thought of losing Lily because of my stupidity is suffocating.

I spend the walk home going over everything I said and did in the past twenty four hours wishing I could turn back time.

Nika, Ice and KK are in the living room when I enter my apartment but I just walk straight past them and go in my bedroom and flop onto my bed.

"How did it go?" Nikas voice is cautious as she enters my room.

"Not good." I mummble and I can't stop the tears that roll down my cheeks.

Lily

Asking Paige to leave was hands down one of the most difficult things I've done but I had to do it.

I believed her when she said she was sorry and I believed her when she said she didn't kiss Marianna but that didn't stop it hurting. It didn't stop the feeling of betrayal. It also didn't change the fact that Paige didn't tell me truth from the beginning.

I wouldn't have cared about a stupid drunk text. I also wouldn't have cared about Paige seeing Marianna to talk about things, she deserves closure. I cared about everything happening behind my back. It made me feel stupid. The same type of stupid I felt all those months ago when my relationship was outed and I thought my ex-girlfriend would stay by my side and she never did.

For the first time since moving to Connecticut, I didn't want to be here. I wanted to be in Boston with my best friend so that's why I didn't think twice before packing a bag.

I tell Kelsey, Hannah and Madison that I'm going home for a few days. I need space and I need to think about everything away from campus, away from Paige.

"Promise you'll come back." Kelsey says as I get into my car, my roommates had walked me downstairs to see me off.

"Of course I'll be back." I smile genuinely at the girls that I've grown so close to.

"Drive safe Lils." Hannah says as I buckle myself in.

"We love you." Madison blows a kiss as I start my car.

"I love you guys." I wave goodbye to my roommates and begin the long drive back home.

I connect my phone to the aux and Paiges playlist starts playing automatically and I can't bring myself to change it and when the tears start to pour, I can't bring myself to stop that either.

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[writingsteph]

OSI Snippet Sneak Peek

Okay, this last scene of the "short snippet" (lol) has truly gotten away from me. I'm just writing away, letting my brain do it's thing. Here's a sneak peek (not fully edited):

Sam opted to stay in her dad’s office, avoiding her peers in the gym, and distracted herself with her phone while Lucas coached the boys Varsity team. She texted Jack and Tamara and they even planned their next hangout for the weekend. The solidified plans eased some of the fomo she had being away from her best friends. It was during their texting session that Sam received her second message of the day from Brooke.

“Millie dropped Barry and your blanket off at Lucas’ house. They should be in your room. Love you peanut. Hope today went well.”

Jesus Christ Brooke. You sent MILLIE?! But then Sam shuffled in her spot on her dad’s chair at the realization that Millie was already well aware of her comfort items and Brooke knew it too. 

There had been a few times that Millie walked into Brooke’s house only to notice Sam clutching them both while watching tv. Or the one time that Millie had been on a Skype call with Brooke who was sat in her kitchen, and the girl who had just woken up from a nap walked through in the background, her bear hanging in one hand. Millie swore the girl’s thumb was also set in her mouth. To Millie, the more often than not sarcastic and sassy Samantha was such a precious sight when she decided to let down her defenses. The observant assistant realized that Brooke had created a safe space in her home for the troubled child to do just that. For Sam to be the kid she never had the opportunity to be.

That’s why Brooke asked her. Millie already knows you’re such a baby. Sam’s intrusive thought was disrupted by another kind voice who had assured her in the past. Mama’s. 

There's no age limit on what brings us comfort, baby. If your blanket and bear help you feel safe and secure, then that's all that matters. 

Brooke knew you would want them. Even now, she is still being nice to you. 

Remorse sat heavy in her stomach. But another more sick feeling sat heavier. Disgust. With herself. She didn’t deserve her parents. The girl sent her mother a quick text after that, eyes watery, though she couldn’t bring herself to express much, aside from simple gratitude. You don’t deserve their kindness.

Okay. Thank you.

“Champ, have you called your mom yet?” Lucas asked, buckling his seat belt, looking at the pensive child in front of him. Her spirits had lowered. It amazed Lucas how attune a person could be to another. How attune he could be to a child he'd known for so little time. She's yours.

Sam looked away, grabbing at the hem of her shirt. 

“Samantha.” Lucas leveled her with a look, knowing her daughter's nervous tells well,“I thought I told you to call her.”

“I texted her.” Sam grumbled her whine, so much was racing through her head she wasn’t sure what to focus on or do. 

Lucas turned the key in the ignition before turning back around to her tired looking little girl. She needs a nap. She’ll probably go straight to her room and sleep until dinner.  “That’s not the same and you know it. I’ll have you call her later tonight”

“Lucas, what?” Sam exclaimed. She wasn’t ready yet. She was feeling too much to try to confront Brooke about anything. “Come on!” 

“None of that Sam." He hated being firm about this now, but Sam had been choosing avoidance lately and he felt it was time to put his foot down, "You two need to talk.”

Sam huffed and leaned her head against the window while her dad pulled out of the school. You need their comfort. You need Brooke. You motherfucking child! You don’t deserve it. You don’t deserve it! Another thought interrupted, in the form of Haley’s voice. They love you unconditionally.

Thoughts?

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 11

"Time's up. The last one of each row, pick the tests and bring them."

"Finally," a deep sigh let my lungs as I finished writing the last answer to the last test, soon after, Yaoyorozu picked up my test and gave them all to Aizawa.

"Well, as you all know, past tomorrow (Friday) would be the practical test, don't fail it." My head rested on my desk when Aizawa got inside his sleeping bag.

"I'm so tired~" I whined to myself and I heard a 'tsk' behind me. "What?" I turned to look at Bakugou.

"Did you forget I was the one who got beat up six times yesterday?" He whispered harshly at me, and the memories of the pictures Mitsuki took made me blush and turn around quickly.

"You're right, sorry."

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At lunchtime, I heard the ginger-haired girl from 1B say something about fighting robots in the practical exam... that wasn't good for me, shit.

"Tsk... just my luck," I said to myself, and I noticed Bakugou looking at me from the corner of his eyes.

"Heh, good luck passing the exam, (L/n)." I scoffed at him and pushed him playfully.

"Shut up, asshole," I giggled and kept eating my lunch. My mind was racing, how could I pass the exam? I won't be going to the training camp!

Lunch was over, and it was time to go back to class.

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Once again, Bakugou dragged me to his house to fight. I was getting tired of this, but at the same time, I looked forward to it, and also my body started to get used to Bakugou's habits when he attacks, even if he changes them when I master how to defend myself or avoid it.

But this time was different, he changed his clothes, and gave me some too but sat down on his bed.

"Sit," at his words, my body moved on its own and sat down beside him. "I'm going to train you."

Blink... blink... blink blink.

"What?" That was the only thing I said. He groaned and turned on his tv.

"Turn it off." My (e/c) eyes were looking back and forth at him and the tv, I was about to stand up to just grab the control but he pushed me down to sit on his bed again. We made eye contact. "With your quirk, dumb fuck."

"But I can't stop machines... they don't have muscles, Bakugou!" I exclaimed at him while pointing at the tv. Spongebob was on it.

I wanna watch it.

"I don't care, you're gonna do it, you won't fail that fucking exam, you hear me? We all are going to go to that camp shit, now, turn it off." I sighed at his stubbornness, but I looked at the screen.

My mind tried to imagine the machine's metal components as a human body and thought of what would its "heart" be, but even if I attempted to, it just wouldn't turn off.

I sighed. "I can't." Bakugou stood up and extended his hand at me, "What?"

"Give me your phone," I was about to do so, but my mind flashed with a memory.

My wallpaper!

"Ah uh wait!" I stood up and ran to his bathroom, pressing my body against the door and frantically looked for a normal picture to set as wallpaper.

It ended up being a scenery of my favorite season, (summer/spring/autumn/winter). I released a relieved sigh... I've been sighing so much lately.

Slowly I opened the door and sneak a peek, "Shit!" Bakugou was right outside the door and scared the crap out of me. "Don't do that, Katsuki~" in my scared state I didn't realize I had called him by his name while I whined like a child. I walked out and handed him my phone.

"I-idiot..." Bakugou stuttered slightly... and didn't yell at me. I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at him, his entire face was red.

"Do you have a fever? Are you okay? You need to lay down?" Frantically, my hands touched his face and neck feeling his temperature, and the red color on his face only darkened. "Bakugou, you need to rest, I'm gonna call Mitsuki I'm sure she'll-"

"I'm fine, dumbass!" He pushed me and I, thankfully, fell on his bed. Stunned I stared at him and how he was typing something on my phone.

After some minutes, the text ringtone went off and he smirked.

"You're staying here tonight." He threw my phone at me, and I barely grabbed it before it would fall and break.

But wait... I'm gonna stay here...?

I went to the messages and read the conversation Bakugou had with my mother.

;Hi ma'am, I'm Bakugou, (M/n)'s friend, I wanted to ask if he could stay here for tonight?

Mom;

Oh yes dear, (M/n) had told us about you. He can stay over, I don't mind.

Oh mom, why did you have to tell him that~? Now he won't stop bugging me.

"So..." Bakugou sat beside me and poked my side. "You talk about me to your family~?" I sighed and placed my phone on his nightstand.

"I told them about how annoying and angry you are," he growled and pushed me off his bed, which made me laugh.

So cute...

//////

"Guys, dinner is ready." Mitsuki knocked on the door and I felt relief, I'll have a break!

I stood up from Bakugou's bed and walked to the door, open it, and stepped out and towards the stairs to go down and to the dining room.

"We aren't finished, idiot," Bakugou said following me and my body slouched, a depressing aura surrounding me.

"Why?" I asked nobody in particular, not waiting for an answer, and entered the dining. Immediately, my eyes shined. "Food~" I sat down and Bakugou sat on my left, Mitsuki and Masaru brought the drinks and sat across from us.

"Thanks for the food."

//////

"No~ leave me alone~" I whined as Bakugou was pulling my arm to make me sit on his bed.

"You won't sleep until you make it, turn it off, now." He held me up to slightly and repeatedly slap my cheek to prevent me from falling asleep.

"Katsuki, stop it, I want to sleep~" he growls and makes me face him.

"You'll sleep on the floor then," with that, he pushed me off his bed and I grunted while turning for a bit, then huffed and closed my eyes.

"Fine, I'll stay down here." I could hear Bakugou yelling some cursing words and some disrespectful nicknames, but my mind was so goddamn tired, that I processed his anger as a lullaby, and I fell asleep in mere seconds.

[skywalking-through-life]

hello friend hope you're doing well. waiting so excitedly for the next chapter in conduct not unbecoming <3 can you give a sneak peak would make my day!!!!!

Hi there dear friend, it's always so lovely to hear from you! And this is a great idea! I don't know why it's never occurred to me, but I'd be so happy to give you (and anyone else interested!) a sneak peek! I have about 4k words written of the next chapter and am still steadily writing, but life has been utterly kicking my ass the past two weeks or so (work has been rough, I have a major interview next week to prep for, sick family, etc), so I haven't been as fast as I hoped to be. But I have a vacation coming up, and I hope to do lots of writing on the plane/on the beach! 💙

Though in the meantime, here's a fun (not angsty, lol) little snippet of chapter 3! ☺️

"Percy Jackson had seen a lot of remarkable things in his somehow both too-short and too-long life, but one sight that never failed to briefly stop his heart was his girlfriend in his bed, curled up and lazy after a long week.

The shade of the lamp that sat on his nightstand was askew, but it still filled the room with its warm glow, making the cramped, cluttered space feel a lot more soft and inviting than usual. No other lights were on, and the absence of the quiet music that Annabeth often played when she was reading or studying meant that she was probably done with school for the night.

As he took in the lack of books on his bed and the looseness of her relaxed, sleepy sprawl, he became even more convinced - and relieved - that that was the case. He really didn't want to have to compete with an interior design textbook for her affection tonight. 

She was curled up on her side on top of his rumpled comforter, facing the door like she'd been waiting for him for a while. Her school uniform had long been discarded, and now the hem of her sleep shorts just barely peeked out from under the oversized t-shirt she was wearing. His weary muscles twitched and tightened as his eyes traced their way up her long, bare legs, before eventually settling on her face. Judging by the slow smile that spread across it as she met his interested gaze, they were both admiring the view that the other presented.

Percy grinned sheepishly in return, not because he was particularly ashamed that he'd been caught appreciating the glory that was her in her pajamas, but because he was always a little self-conscious to be checked out himself. It wasn't like he had forgone a shirt to make himself eye candy for his girlfriend, but now that it was happening, well, he wasn't going to deprive her by covering up.

"There you are. I was wondering if I was going to need to mount a rescue mission," she said with a tiny grin, propping herself up on one elbow.

He rolled his eyes and leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest."I don't know why you're always so surprised that a son of a sea god likes long showers," he retorted, amused in spite of his tired muscles and even more tired brain.

She rolled hers right back at him. "There's long showers, and then there's your showers," she said with a snort, before crooking a finger at him. "But now that I know you haven't taken an unplanned trip down the drain, get your ass over here."

"Are you really trying to boss me around in my own bedroom?" Percy muttered, giving her a look as he pushed off the doorframe and pulled the door closed behind him. But despite his sharp look, he didn't even pretend like he wasn't going to obey her - he always did…as long as she was giving an order that he liked.

Her smile became a smirk. "Do you really have a problem with it?" She said sweetly, scooting over to give him the space to flop down next to her.

"You already know the answer to that," He said with a grin, dumping his towel on his desk chair as he crossed the few feet that separated the door from the bed.

He collapsed face down next to her, face hitting the cool pillow. His arms snaked around it as he burrowed deeper into the downy softness, and as he breathed in, he caught a whiff of the lemony scent of her shampoo on the fabric. She'd been laying on his pillow.

Her quiet giggle was sort of hard to hear around his arms and said pillow, but he felt her shift her weight toward him and her hand briefly card through his damp hair. "Roll over, Perce," she ordered.

The commanding tone of that request made it sound like she wanted something else from him, but as far as he was concerned, he'd already followed instructions.

"Why?" He mumbled into the pillow."You wanted my ass, not my face." And because he was maybe just shy of delirious, he wiggled it in her direction.

The laugh that burst out of her was a lot louder than her quiet giggles had been, and she immediately clapped her hands over her mouth, stifling herself before she could wake Percy's parents.

Percy grinned into the pillow. Two things could be true: he wasn't entirely himself right now, and there was almost nothing in the world that he liked better than making Annabeth laugh."

Hope you enjoyed the sneak peek! More to come, dear one. 💙

[chosovixen]

Hi idk if you feel comfortable writing this but could you write like an eddie x reader where he's older like 31 and reader is 23 or 24. She just moved in to the neighborhood and her husband sucks he's older like mid 40s and completely ignores her. He only married her for her looks. But her and eddie become fast friends and she starts having an affair with him. Then one day her husband finds out and tries to fight eddie and stuff. You can make the ending fluffy like reader left her husband for eddie.

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Usually, you’d be having a nice conversation while sipping on some cheap wine you bought at the market with your husband, but tonight, like the past few nights this week, you indulged in another cold meal by yourself. You wanted to make things work; you even waited, hoping that the mashed potatoes wouldn’t taste like ice this time, but he disappointed once again. 

After gulping down the last bit of wine, you placed your dishes in the sink, giving them a quick wash before grabbing the plastic wrap off the top of the cupboards. You carefully wrapped his plate and stored it in the fridge for him to find, then made your way to your shared bedroom, taking in the emptiness and stillness of the atmosphere—sluggishly dragging yourself into the bathroom, you couldn’t help but stare at yourself in the mirror. The more you looked, the more you couldn’t understand. Was there something you were doing wrong? You thought. You believed you were doing everything right, from dressing and looking presentable to cooking for a man who clearly didn’t appreciate it. Nonetheless, you rinsed your mouth out as well as the thought of being a terrible housewife out and jumped into bed—pulling the cool sheets over yourself. Drifting off to sleep, you could hear the downstairs front door open but being as comfortable as you were, you didn’t get up to check who it was.

•---» 

You woke to the smell of coffee brewing—jolting up, you frantically looked at the time. Shit, 7:40. Practically screaming at yourself, you threw some slippers on and rushed down to the kitchen. The smell of coffee grew stronger as you watched your husband pour a bit of half & half into his cup, the floorboard creaked, and he whipped his head around to watch as you tried sneaking your way in.

��Was wondering when you’d wake.”

“Yeah, sorry, I overslept,” you admitted.

“I can tell. You were tired?” he asked while making his way over to the table.

“A bit.” 

“Well, you know I leave for work around eight. The last thing I should be worrying about is making coffee. I even had to pack my own lunch. I shouldn’t have to, but” he chuckled. “Here we are.”

“You sure were capable, huh?” you whispered under your breath.

“What?”

“I said I’m sorry, sweetie.” you gritted your teeth. The one time you forgot to pack his lunch, he cried about it but never once has he complimented or appreciated your efforts in making a hot meal for him that he couldn’t care enough to show up to.

“We need more bread, oh and those little chocolate cakes I like.” he reminded, as he flipped to the next page of his newspaper. 

“I’ll stop by the grocer today.”

“I’d hope so,” he said, and for a moment, as you gripped the plate in your hand, you wondered what it would be like to experience some peace, some tranquility without the constant nagging. “And stop by Family Video to pick up a good movie, too. Not those crappy horror films,” he added.

“Sure thing, honey.”

And with that, he finished the rest of his coffee, placed and quick peek on your cheek, and swiftly headed out the door, making his way to work.

•---» 

You sighed as you peered through the aisles—skimming through the scarce selections of movies you’d think your husband would like, but nothing fitted his aesthetic. Just as you were about to give up, ready to take whatever lecture he had ready for you when you got home, a movie was placed in front of your face. You stared at it as it hovered there for a moment, then trialing your eyes to the source, you relaxed. A curly-headed man with an unlit cigarette sticking out of his mouth dangled the movie in front of you, motioning for you to take it.

“Dirty Dancing? Really?” you scoffed.

“You look the type.” the man stated.

“And what type is that?” you questioned, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You know,” he gave you a slight shrug. “The typical hopeless romantic, who can predict every cliche in the movie because you’ve seen almost every single one just like it.”

“I look typical to you?”

“That’s not what I meant.” he quickly backtracked, pulling the movie away from you.

“Yeah, sure you didn’t.” you fixed your bag on your shoulder as you made your way to another aisle to find better luck.

“I swear didn’t. It just came out wrong,” he promised. You hummed, stopping in the horror aisle—slightly browsing the names. They all looked great, but you couldn’t get any, not after what your husband requested.

“So I guess you really aren’t typical.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “Not that; that was my initial thought of you.”

“Yeah?” you questioned, fingers grazing the covers softly. “What were you thinking when you first saw me.”

He choked a bit as he chewed his lip. “Well, I'm not really sure. I just tried to play it safe.”

“Safe? You tried to play it safe by handing me one of the most basic movies ever?” you wanted so much as to laugh in his face, but he was trying. At what? You weren’t sure. “What do you take me for, Mr…?”

“Munson, Eddie Munson, and I take you for nothing but charming.”

“Charming?” you knitted your brows together.

“Yeah, now that I know you have a thing for horror, I have no choice but to be impressed. Not a lot of women like horror. It’s too ‘gory,’ they say.” he rolled his eyes slightly.

“Well, I love horror. It’s one of my favorite genres,” you told, all the while as you inched your way closer to him, forcing him back onto the shelf. 

“So why not get a horror film? Why go to the crappy romance section?”

And you paused, blinking slightly.

“Cause my husband hates it.” 

Now Eddie was the one raising an eyebrow at you. “Husband?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh,” a hint of disappointment lacing his voice. “Sounds like a drag.” You chuckled, and he couldn’t contain his smile.

“A bit of a drag indeed,” you agreed.

“Well, take this,” he handed you Dirty Dancing, and you hesitated. “If he likes it, you owe me a movie date.” 

You reluctantly took the movie as he pulled out a piece of paper and pen to jot down his digits, then slipping it into your jeans pocket, he leaned in and whispered. “And if he hates it, you owe me a movie date.”

•---» 

Pots and pans sizzled as you hurried to cook everything in time for your husband's arrival—excited to finally spend some quality time with him for what seemed like the longest. But as the hours went by, the food got cold, and your patience ran thin. You didn’t think as you began to scrape the food into the trash bin; frustration took over as tears trickled down your face, and furiously throwing plates into the sink, you cursed under your breath. He promised he’d be on time after demanding a better movie; you’d think he’d at least try and be here but here you were once again, taking the bait like a fool. 

The phone rang, which added to your irritation—as you made your way to the phone, you took a deep breath and then unhooked the phone, pulling it to your ear. 

“Hello.”

“Hey honey, I’m stuck at the office, so I won’t be home till...I don’t know, but I’ll call you later.”

You were composed and collected as you listened closely. Wanting to rip the phone off the hook and scream, you instead opted for a more reasonable approach.

“Sure, I’ll see you later.”

“Thanks for understanding. Love you, hon-”

The line cut as you quickly slammed it back on the hook. 

•---» 

The rest of the night was quiet as you lay in bed sipping your cheap red wine. You pondered on the thought of going out and seeing what the town had to offer, but with your state of mind, it wasn't an option. Just as you were about to go to bed, the phone rang, and you groaned while making your way downstairs. The ring vibrated your core making you groan louder as you shuffled your way to the line. 

“Yes, honey?” you answered upon picking the phone up.

“Honey? Didn’t know we already had pet names for each other,” the voice on the other line amused.

“Oh shit, Eddie, hey. How are you?” you chuckled as you sleepily rubbed your face.

“I’m good. How’d your husband like that boring old movie?” 

“I wouldn’t know.”

“Huh?”

“He’s still at work, Eddie.”

“It’s 11:37. There’s no way he’s at work right now,” Eddie concluded, and you couldn’t help but agree—you were so tired of the nonsense that you didn’t care to react. “How about we move that movie date up to tonight?” You listened. “I’ll bring my all-time favorite horror films, and you make the popcorn. Sounds good?” 

“You want to watch them at my place?” you asked.

“Well yeah.” there was a slight pause, and the line went quiet. “Oh, come on, I’m not some creepy stalker who wants to know where you live so that I could potentially kill you.”

“Eddie, what the hell! I wasn’t thinking that at all.”

“What?”

“I was just wondering what my husband would say if he saw you here. I wasn’t thinking about you killing me in my own home. Geez, what’s wrong with you.” you laughed. Your laugh was music to his ears, not his typical headbanger but a warm spring feel instead, like a Kate Bush song Max had snuck into a mixtape she made him. It made his head lay in armistice, like the way ones head would go hazy as they lay on the soft grass staring at the fluffy clouds trying to make out the possible shapes. 

“Eddie, you there? Are you really thinking about killing me?”

“Huh, no, I was just, um,” he cleared his throat. “Sorry, I was just looking for the perfect movie.” 

“Okay. If you say so.” you chuckled lightly, and he felt his heart skip. His hands were sweaty as he gripped the phone tightly; he wanted to say something but hummed in response. 

After giving him the address to your home, you hung up the phone, put some drinks out, and made some popcorn while you waited.

•---» 

The air was chill as you waited on your porch steps. Then emerged a figure at your front gate.

“Couldn’t wait to see me?”

“No, just making sure that if you were to kill me, you wouldn’t end up stealing any of my stuff.” you joked, and Eddie opened the gate, making his way to you.

“You do know that I could still kill you and then break into your home—stealing anything my little metal heart desired.” 

Your eyes widen in surprise. “Spoken like a true psycho.” Eddie shrugged, brushing past you to stand in front of your door, and you followed behind him. Placing a hand on his back, you moved to open the unlocked door, and you could feel him flinch a little.

“Don’t be scared now, Eds.” a new nickname for someone you’ve just met, and he doesn’t even know yours. 

You two made your way inside—taking off your shoes and shuffling down the hall to find yourselves in the living room. 

“I’ve got to say this is a really nice home,” Eddie stated.

“Well, when you marry a lawyer, you get nice things, I suppose,” you said while popping open a coke for you both. You handed him the drink and then showed him where the VCR was. He thanked you and blew on the tape before putting it in.

“What’s the movie?” 

“You’ll see.” he looked back, giving you a dearly smile, and you shook your head—chuckling softly to yourself.

The movie played for a bit, but you couldn’t really focus on it. Maybe you were tired, maybe it wasn’t that gory for your liken, or maybe it was the way Eddie sat on the couch, legs spread wide as he had one hand in the bowl of popcorn and the other rested on his lap—just inches away from the zipper of his jeans. You bit your lip—watching his hand graze his legs for no particular reason, but it didn’t matter cause you weren’t complaining. You thought about how it would feel to have his big hands caressing you all over—maybe even one hand reaching down to play with your puffy clit through your cotton panties, like you hoped someone would, but it was all in your head. There was nothing you could do except press your legs together, trying to get some friction going. Eddie noticed and couldn’t help but smirk to himself. He felt that you weren’t getting what you needed, but he didn’t think you’d get so horny for a rusty dude like him while watching a horror film. He found it almost amusing, really. 

“If you keep rubbing your legs together so hard, you might start a fire.” you froze and hid yourself behind your coke bottle to diminish some of the embarrassment you were feeling.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“No, it's fine.” he insisted. There was a split second where he looked at the movie and then back at you before asking. “Did give me your address hoping we’d fuck or…?” 

“No! Not at all. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m really sorry.” you urged. He looked you up and down before standing up to tower over you. He pulled you up into a kiss, which was sloppy but passionate. He pulled away, and you trailed after him trying to feel his soft lips on yours again. A dark chuckle erupted from his throat as he pushed you back onto the couch—quickly dropped to his knees, spread your legs, and began slowly undoing the strings to your pajama bottoms. 

“I know a bitch in heat when I see one.” and with that, your shorts were gone. He rubbed your thighs painfully softly, almost like a hover, and you yearned for his touch. Then, just as you were about to reach out to grab his hands, he hooked his arms under your legs, pulling them slightly above his head—letting your legs drape over his muscular shoulders. You let out a shuttered sigh—eyes fluttering as you felt his warm breath tickle your clothed clit. 

“Please,” you whined.

“Please? Please, what, baby?” he cooed.

“Edd-” you gasped when he licked your slick over your panties. The feeling was skimpy but just enough for you to go crazy. You could feel him smile as he peppered your pussy with kisses.

“I’m gonna take care of you, okay baby? Give you everything you need, I promise.” he moaned against you, and you could hear the clinking of his belt—it made your cunt clench around absolutely nothing. He pulled your panties to the side, sliding the fabric under your bum so that it’d stay in place. He placed another kiss on your clit, and this time, you moaned aloud—feeling his soft, plump lips tickle your sex. 

He took a finger and slid it up and down your entrance, spreading your juices all over. Then pressing his tongue against it, you shuddered. Eddie pulled away for a moment, making you whine at the lack of pleasure. You wanted to protest, but when you looked down at him, he had his lips pursed, and you watched as he spat directly on your clit—quickly licking it up before anything dropped, and you couldn’t help but moan out a ‘fuck.’

You spread your legs wider for him to cover more surface, and he chuckled deeply, vibrating on your core. “Greedy slut.”

Your toes curled as the tip of his tongue swirled against your clit—sucking harshly every once in a while, your breath began to hitch, and your chest started to waver up and down as you felt your climax steadily creeping up on you.

“Just like that, Eddie, fuck, I’m gonna come.” 

He reached up to grab your tit—squeezing it roughy while continuing to suck, slurp and lick at your throbbing clit. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chanted as your orgasm ripped through you. Eddie pulled away, rubbing at your folds before slipping a finger in with ease. Your body turned, and you tried pushing him away as you were sensitive and unprepared for another orgasm. 

“Eddie, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can, baby. Spread those pretty legs for me.” 

And you did—spreading them wide as he pulled his fingers from you. He stood up again, making you feel small and exposed. Eddie sighed as he pulled his jeans and boxers down slightly, letting them rest on his hips as he held his aching cock in his large hands. Then taking his place between your legs again, he slid the tip up and down your folds—hitting your bud each time. The motion alone could get you off, but you needed more of him. 

“Shit,” he hissed, and you looked up at him lustfully. “I was going to say I don’t have a condom, but how you’re looking at me makes me want to go in raw.”

“Please, Eddie, breed my greedy little cunt. I want nothing but to be filled with your seed,” you begged.

“Now, how would your husband react to you saying such filthy things to another man?” he chuckled—bringing his face close to yours, he placed a gentle kiss on your lips, and you hungrily kissed him back.

In the midst of such a heated kiss, Eddie slowly slipped himself into your warm wet core, earning a pleasured gasp as you pulled away from his lips, but he quickly latched his lips to yours again, muffling your outburst. 

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight.” he groaned.

Your back arched, and your jaw went slack as he pushed more of himself into you—you moaned uncontrollably at the fairly new feeling. No one, not even yourself, could make you feel like this. It was like ecstasy, though you’ve never had any. How your eyes rolled back and legs spread wider to feel more of him was all so new, he knew you needed this, and you knew you wanted this, but you both didn’t know how good it would feel.

As Eddie finally bottoms out, he bends down to place another short but sweet kiss on your lips—your foreheads touch- and he stares deeply into your eyes; nothing mattered that moment, not even the movie faintly playing in the background; all he cared about was you. The way you looked at him, soft features illuminating each time the tv flashed brightly. He couldn’t get enough of you, Eddie knew it was wrong to be fucking someone else's wife, but he couldn’t help it. You deserved much better—though he didn’t look the part, he such as hell could act it. 

“I want to give you everything,” he said while caressing your cheek.

“Yeah? Then empty your balls into me right now.” And with that, he began slowly rocking his hips into you—gradually picking up the pace with each moan that escaped your throat. Eddie firmly placed his hand around your neck—squeezing lightly, and you quivered, feeling the cold metal of his rings touch your skin. The sound of your juices squelching made Eddie's cock throb violently, and he felt like he’d come any minute—he roughly pounded into you, balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.

“Fuck, oh fuck, right there, Eddie, please.” he pounded into a spot that you’d never know about without meeting him. He listened and continued hitting that spot, feeling his climax creeping up on him. A knot began forming in the pit of your stomach, and Eddie could tell—smirking like a cocky little bastard, he reached down, pressing his thumb against your clit. You tried moving his hand, telling him that it was too much, but he didn’t listen and instead rubbed quick circles on it—speeding up your orgasm. 

“Eddie, I’m gonna come.”

“Yeah? You gonna come.” he mocked. “Fuck,” he hissed, feeling your wall tighten around him. His thrust became slow and sloppy. Using whatever energy he had left, he pulled your legs onto his waist, making you wrap them tightly around him—driving himself deeper inside you. “I’m going to come deep inside this fucking pussy and make it mine; you hear me?”

“Yes, yes, I hear you, please Eddie, come inside me.”

He groaned lowly as his hips snapped against yours—warm liquid spilled inside you, tainting your gummy wall and making your core pulsate and your legs shook. Finally you were able to let go, coming all over his dick. You two stayed glued to each other for a moment—trying to catch your breath. Eddie looked down at your chest, rising and falling, then peered up at you. Your eyes were heavy but grew wide, feeling the veins of his dick tickle your walls as he dragged himself out of you. He chuckled—resting his forehead on yours.

“You deserve better.”

“Than what?” you tilted your head to the side, unsure what he could mean.

“I’m no expert, but if he doesn’t like horror movies. He’s probably a shitty husband. Besides, no pleased wife begs another man to breed them.” you both shared a laugh. “But seriously, I don’t have much to offer, but I have enough for us to be comfortable. ”

You stared at him. He was breathtaking, ultimately everything you could ask for in a man—caring, funny, and a great lover. You wanted so bad to take his offer, but something was holding you back, stopping you from just letting him sweep you off your feet and flee from this wretched place.

“You’re young, and you could have anyone you want. Even if it isn’t me, don’t waste your life wondering what it could’ve been like to have something good.”

There it was. A glimpse of the future, a mere speck of light shone on what was to come later. With what little time you’ve spent together, he’d already given so much and shown so much—you never wanted to let that bit of happiness you experienced to wither, so you pulled him in close, pressing your lips on his as your teeth tugged at his bottom lip. He groaned, and you got to taste a hint of blood—quickly swiping your tongue across his bottom lip, you pressed yourself harder into him to deepen the kiss, and when you pulled away, Eddie scanned your face waiting for an audible answer. 

“I want you, Eddie. God, I want you.” you huffed out, and he laughed, placing another kiss on your tender lips. The moment was sweet, but the sound of keys jingled on the other side of the wall, and you both froze upon hearing the screen door open and then shut. 

Fuck!

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Irmo x reader

Kinktober 2022: Bondage

A/N: I never thought that I'd be writing for the Valar given how much I'm iffy about them in the Silm, but for Lorien, I'd make all the exceptions.

Warnings: fembod, bondage, pet names (reader gets called little one), a hint at size difference, mentions of oral sex (m receiving)

Word Count: 2.2k

Synopsis: Tying up your lover for the first time takes a wrong turn, or maybe a right turn.

“Are you sure about this little one?” there was concernment in his voice but underneath, it was laced with danger, a silent warning to thread carefully with your choice of action.

“Uh-huh, I’m sure. I want to do this,” you replied with the brightest sparkle in your eyes as you were completely unaware of the dangerous trap you were setting yourself up for. You hadn’t the slightest idea just how deadly your famed lover was capable of being. All his honey-dripping smiles and alluring praises were only just a sneak peek of what he was planning for the main course of his meal later, but you were too wrapped up in the innocence of taking the lead to understand.

Gazing at your lover, his hands were bounded together as your smaller ones delicately attempted to wrap ropes around his wrist and fasten them to the headboard. Irmo still remembered the exciting aura radiating as you came bounding into his halls holding the ropes behind your back and bore the sweetest smile ever before proposing the question.

‘Can I tie you up?’

It was not the question you should ever ask him. He had warned you countless times to tread carefully when dealing with matters of intimacy, because he knew when he was in a headspace, it was impossible to get him out. He could never control himself around you properly. Always fucking you like there was no tomorrow. However, he just wasn't sure on how to approach the situation without scaring you, hence, your reason for constantly creating them to rile him up. You did love the times when he'd let loose and be free but Irmo would always apologize about being overly rough. You could tell that he secretly wanted to break ties and ravish you with little to no sense of control and without any remorse, a guilty pleasure.

Looking at you with daring eyes, Irmo arched a brow when he found you taking overly long with making a solid knot to fasten his wrist to the headboard. Not wanting to openly express his displeasure, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and sigh disappointedly as he shifted his body at your leisurely pacing. Were you serious about this? At the rate you were moving, he'd become bones.

“Why are you taking so long little one?” he questioned impatiently, and it made a smirk grow across your face.

“Why does it matter, I thought you didn’t want to do this because I should thread carefully?” you mocked him which was the worst mistake you could ever make.

Silently grinning and choking up a scoff, he hung his head and shook it while blinking away the anger in his eyes, you were too focused on making the last knot to notice the change in his expression. Big on having many intimate moments with you, and when he did, it was mostly gentle and tender. Though, when you did attempt to push him over the edge with your antagonizing teasings, all he’d just do was sit back, relax and plan when to strike unexpectedly. He was capable of being a sneaky devil masked underneath the perfect divine façade. Unfortunately, patience wasn't on his side tonight because he wasn't letting it slip. He was growing tired of these games you’d always play, completely forgetting the power he held literally in the palm of his hands when it came to your pleasure.

Waiting for you to crawl back down, you perched yourself onto his waist, sitting in only a thin see-through nightgown lacking underwear, just how Irmo preferred. While you were wrapped up like a present, your lover was stripped completely and laid himself bare on his bed, open for your taking. His stomach was a taunt and lean with a chiselled chest and not overly meaty biceps to match his physique. His silver hair fell around his body, encasing him in a silver glow making him appear as a gift in your eyes. And his cock was wet with spit and precum from all the previous warm-ups you gave him earlier in an attempt to get him prepared for later. It slapped against your ass, smearing its precum across your skin and staining it.

Reaching behind you for his cock, a hiss resonated from his throat when your dainty fingers gripped him firmly and gave a few pumps before running him through your folds. You could feel the anticipation as he slightly trembled. His body shivered in wait as he felt you teasing yourself by rubbing his tip around your entrance and sinking down on his tip and sliding off. With each passing minute as you continued to do so, he was tugging on the restraints. Any minute a crack would be heard.

“Quit teasing and just put it in little one,” he growled and you couldn’t believe it, he was desperate for attention.

Snapping your eyes over to him, you couldn’t help but roll them before commenting on his attitude, “So bossy.”

Leaning your body over his and looking directly into his eyes, you noticed the swirling storm raging as you sunk yourself slowly onto his cock. His nostrils were flared and his breathing ragged. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple as he bit his lips from the welcoming tightness and warmth of your cunt. Not being able to keep it in, Irmo threw his head into the pillows and moaned into the bedroom’s air. He was panting and thought for a moment that he was about to die surrounded by your heat.

“Take your time little one, you know it's a tight fit, easy on my cock – ”

“Will you be quiet?” You snapped at him as you were only halfway down his cock. He was always nudging against your cervix and if you were to sink the rest of the way, you’d rip yourself in half. It always amazed you how he was able to make himself fit.

Widening his eyes at your attitude, his head was flung into the pillow to release a burst of devilish laughter that haunted your soul. You were playing with fire. Glancing at you through hooded eyes, Lorien continued to observe through slithered eyes as you attempted to sink your body the rest of the way and only pausing to tremble because you couldn't fit him. Waiting patiently for you to pause at the right moment and take deep breaths, he thrust his hips forward and pushing himself completely in. You fell onto his chest with nailed gripping his shoulders as his hips pumped themselves into your cunt pushing the rest of himself the rest of the way in. He couldn't help but chuckle at your pathetic moans, begging and pleading for more and to go harder, but he wasn’t ready to give in yet.

With ease as his hips drove into yours, he broke free of his bonds with the whisper of a word and brought his arms to wrap around your waist. They were quick to slide off your child-bearing hips and grip your ass as his speed increased. His enormous hands squeezed the plump flesh to his delight and gave light spanks to it. You on the other hand were crying out to him to have mercy and give you want you wanted as he thrust his cock at an angle that grazed near your soft spot but never touched it. He was confused about where all the attitude from earlier had gone.

His cock easily slid in and out your cunt from the excessive moulding off your body during your first few times. He made sure that your body would only contort under his will and remember his cock upon first entry. Still to this day, it was a torturous experience. The way his cock would struggle to squeeze past your muscles while being suffocated to death, Irmo enjoyed the feeling of knowing you would always be too small to take him. The power it gave him made him just a tad bit cocky, but it was a privilege to have you struggle to take his cock. The stretch would send you into a frenzy.

Tumbling in and out of pleasure, Irmo was controlling every sensation your body experiencing at that moment, his way of showing you that he would forever have power over you. Your body was just floating out in the sea of ecstasy, not your usual drowning and you wished to experience that grasp of pleasure if only he would just graze your soft spot. The laughter going in one ear and coming out the next and the grip his hands held on you – figuratively and literally – felt overwhelming. It made your body cave into his desires and will. Everything you were going to do was all under his command, his control, his power that he dangled over your head as if he was toying with a cat.

His hips were always sinful, and it was no different from how they rolled against yours. Calculative and precise with just a hint of venom loving the way you clawed at his chest and breathed heavily as though you were losing your breath. One thrust and your body would lurch forward and up his chest. The hands on your body ran sensationally over your skin, making you squeal and squirm with enhanced pleasure. As much as you wanted to deny his touch, your own body betrayed you and arched into his hands, trembling under every glide of his delicate fingers. All you could do was bury your face in the crook of his neck and whimper.

“My sweet, sweet little one. Look at me, that’s it. Now, here’s how things are going to go from now on,” he paused to suck in a deep breath as he felt your walls clenching around him before continuing, “...you can either let me have my way with you and we can pretend this never happened or…I can fuck you like you desire but never let you cum. Choose.”

Whimpering and crying out his name, he was enamoured by the way it rolled off your tongue; he always was. All the pleasurable sighs you gifted him about how good he was making you feel were praises to boost his already prideful capabilities. He knew he was a God in the area of pleasuring you and your little attitude tonight tempted him to use that title to strip you bare. Manoeuvring his hips to sink his cock as deep as possible into your heat, the grip on your ass held you firmly as his thrusts slowed to a snail’s pace making the multitude of veins on his cock kiss every inch of your heat as it moved in and out, coating itself in the most perfect ring of cream at the base.

“I-Irmo please, I want to cum, please…” you whined.

That was all your lover required to roll you two over, so you laid under and him on top with your hands bounded in his above your head. His larger body covered yours and pressed you into the bed, placing just a fraction of his weight so you couldn't run. His hips never ceased their pounding and shook your entire skeleton. Your bones were rattling from the intensity of his thrusts and all you could do was lie there and take them. Irmo took the opportunity to bring his lips down to yours for a quick distracting kiss as his hands inched yours further up the bed to interlace the ropes around your wrists. He was skilful and witty with his movements; not once did you suspect your lover fastening your hands to the bedhead until he pulled away with a dangerous glint in his eye from the kiss. It was then you realized the trap you had set yourself up in right from the very start. Irmo would have never allowed you to get away with tying him up so easily unless some payback was written in stone.

“I warned you to thread carefully, but you never learn,” violet eyes gleamed into your fearful ones, a dark cynical chuckle escaped his throat as you struggled against the bonds. Tugging and knowing that it was useless because they were ropes specially made by the Vala, you released a whine because this was not how you imagined him having his way with you for your earlier stunt. A completely different scenario resonated in mind.

You were too stunt to speak.

“What is the matter little one? Why so scared? You gave me free rein to have my way so we could forget about your little,” dragging his hands down to grip your cheeks and squish them together, he shook your head, “attitude. So, sit back and relax, you haven't anywhere to go.”

Your response fell short because the next round of thrusts made your back bow off the bed as the air was knocked out of your chest. He purposefully rested his body against yours, pinning you into the mattress so you had no choice but to stay there and take what he gave while lacing your skin in blissful love bites. He was truly a passionate lover, the best you had ever experienced and the only one you had encountered. Everything he delivered was a sensory overload that had your head spin and brain melted. From the brushing of his chest against your nipples to the wicked thrust of his cock past your tight cunt to the breath-taking kisses he gave.

“We’re not even through one round, but let’s see how many more you can last for tonight.”

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Kinktober 🏷: @rain-on-my-umbrella @something-about-twilight @hoshinokurasa

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You are Home

A/N: I did not want to say anything , this isn’t much just a small thing that crossed my mind when I wasn’t feeling very nice and just wanted a hug. Lately I haven’t been in a good place mentally and I thought writing would help it dosen’t seem like it  has been working. Anywho I’ll stopmy ranting now and let’s get to this mediocre peice of writing.

Warning: Fluff, English is not my first language.

Feedback is more than welcome even if it something really small I would love nothing more than some internet driends rn. 😅🙃

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Sleepless nights spent waiting for him, wasn’t a new thing for Y/n she was well aware of her husband’s antics and was well adjusted, at least that’s what she believed, but the neighbors would tell a different story, the screaming matches that either turned into nights of passionate fucking or ended with slamming of the door of the infamous Shelby Residence was heard by all. But she was naïve enough to believe that tonight would be any different, nevertheless she waited like she always did.

That night Tommy Shelby sneaked into his own house like a thief, carefully avoiding all the creaking wood, trying not to wake up his beautifully wrathful wife. He noiselessly shut the bedroom door behind him, still being quite as a cat, he started undressing himself,

“You are home”, the sudden voice startled him.

Unlike every night, tonight he felt the need to defend himself, “I am sorry, there was a problem at Charlie’s-”

She cut him off before he could spin yarns around her “Shhhhh don't, just come to bed please”

“I don’t want to fight” she added, pulling the blankets to her chin, and turning her back towards him, he stripped down to his boxer and climbed in, he settled behind her pulling her in his chest.

“I am sorry I ruined your birthday” He murmured quietly, kissing the back of her head

“Mhmm… me too” She turned in his arms and mumbled while gazing at him, there wasn’t any anger or disappointment in her eyes, only pure adoration.

“What?” He asked pulling back a little, trying to read her mind, he did that often with people, tried to read them and anticipate their moves before they could strike him, but it never worked with his lovely wife, she was a creature of mystery to him.

“Nothing” She nuzzled in his chest, trying to be impossibly close to him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I am memorizing what you look like next to me, in our bed, after all it's such a rare sight” There it is he thought, a subtle jab at his obviously unforgivable behaviour.

“Thought you didn't want to fight” He chuckled nervously,

“I don’t”

“By the time I wake up you'll be long gone, so let me just savour this moment….lock up that tired but handsome smile in my memory box” She said without any hint of contempt.

“Tired eh?” He flipped her, and softly tickled her till she was thrashing and begging him to stop,

“I also said handsome” She said against his lips, as he hovered over her determined to give his missus a much deserved birthday gift.

 The gentle morning sun peeking through the window, woke Tommy up from his peaceful slumber, he squinted his eyes and looked to his side to find his wife, and admire her before he left for the meeting with the Lees by the docks. But he saw that she had pulled the sheets over her head and was desperately avoiding the sun, Y/n was never a morning person, she absolutely hated waking up early which was never a problem because who would dare to question Mrs Shelby even if she walked in at 11 or 12 in the betting shop after all her husband was the boss and she was his boss.

He ducked under the sheets, which did not shield her completely and he could see all her raw beauty, her swollen lips curled in the most adorable frown, her slightly furrowed eyebrows and her naked body against his, all made him realize what a fucking idiot he was, and he wanted nothing more than to, never leave her side, never have her wake up alone ever again, he wanted to achieve the impossible for her.

“Good morning love” He said while kissing her forehead,

“5 more minutes”, she mumbled curling up against him, then abruptly withdrew herself from him and looked at him with pure disbelief,

“You are here” She touched his face, to check if he was real.

“Mhmm” He hummed affirmatively, “I am, and I am going to be here a lot more often, maybe to the point where you'll get sick of me and kick me out”

“Promise?” She asked with the biggest smile on her face, and that moment he knew he will give her anything she asked for, and more.

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𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Sneak peek of my Elizabeth Olsen! X Original Character AU story coming on Wattpad. Maybe if you guys like it I’ll post the rest on here too!❤️

Summary: Addison Raye is tired of all the stereotypes surrounding how she should act/look like a lesbian. Her troubles at home made it hard for her to go out and socialize with certain crowds to find out what kind of woman she was. Until she came along. Until Elizabeth Olsen became interested in her. The dark brooding persona of her next door neighbour. Elizabeth was private and intimidating. It was a challenge for Addy. Addy wants to push every button she can get ahold of, but what if Addy pushes one too many of Lizzie’s buttons getting herself in a difficult situation.

Warnings: (The warnings are for the entire story not for this part/chapter) deep bdsm, bondage, language, domestic violence, alcoholism, strap use, electrostimulation, gagging, dom/sub relationship, humiliation, impact play, masochism, urophilia, voyeurism, facesitting, kidnapping.

**This part's warnings are language, light voyeurism and masturbation** really light at first lol 🫣😏

Word Count: 3,499

The rain was light tonight, the clock was saying 1:00 am but it felt like 5:00 pm. I had no clue why. I was overpowered with tremendous energy tonight. Cleaning the entire house, and organized my bedroom and the dry foods in the cabinet. Now, I was sweeping the kitchen and getting ready to mop. No matter the situation, I always have to listen to music. You can not see me doing anything without listening to music. My earphones are attached to me.

I was waiting for my mom. She was out with her friends again. Another party for the sixth time this week. Let's say she's an extrovert. In layman's terms, she's a drinker. For the 20 years, I've known her since that's all she was. She doesn't drink at home often, however. She said it's because she's not an alcoholic, though if you're partying every night getting blackout drunk. It means you are an alcoholic Sarah.

"Mary is the girl that I wanna kiss, She's got big red eyes and big red lips, She's got big sharp teeth and big fat hips."

I heard my voice and my song echoed throughout the hollow house. As I was crouched down pushing the dirt into the pan. I liked girls. I've never told anyone that until now. I wasn't that type of girl you know? I was on the cheer team, I almost became valedictorian if it wasn't for my average score on my math SAT, and I got a scholarship to NYU in the fall. I'm a writing major. I want to become a writer. Create my own realities and people. Choosing their fate. Getting lost in another world that is far different from my own. Anywhere is perfect than here.

"Honey, sugar plum! I'm home!!" My mother stumbled into the doorframe almost hitting the floor without the help of her other drunken disorderly friends carrying her to the couch. "We had so much fucking fun tonight! I danced on a table, Addy! Can you believe it!!" She slurred swaying her head in all sorts of directions. "Oh? Well, you're going to sleep good tonight then." I had to be careful about what I said around her. She was a very moody drunk. One minute she's squeezing my cheeks saying how adorable I am, to all of our good china pierced into the wall behind me trying to hit me.

I walked over to the couch, prompting a pillow underneath her head. Her friends were a rowdy bunch, screaming obscenities. Still clasping onto their drinks they swiped from the bar. "Your momma didn't tell you either she lap danced a server boy!" My mom's coworker exclaimed showing me what my mom did to that poor boy to her other friend. Gyrating her ass against her other coworker who I was getting the impression she didn't mind by the way she giggled to herself. They all continuously cackled to themselves reminiscing about their night. Making me never want to drink with them. Ever.

"Stop scaring the poor girl ladies. I think we overstayed our welcome." My mom's best friend and our neighbour Elizabeth shut the door behind her. She was quite a sight to see. Her short wavy hair was blonde now, it made her olive skin sparkle. She didn't have any kids like the rest. Her figure was slim yet had amazing light curves. Elizabeth's torso shape was a soft hourglass, hugging the velour red pantsuit around her lovely body. It didn't help her plunging neckline came above her belly button exposing her flawless diamond skin. The dark merlot belt around her hips was at the end of her neckline carving out her waist. Her exposed cleavage was noticeable but still held an element of class. Not like these other chicks around her, who'd whip out their tits if you asked. The only thing taking your eyes from venturing any lower was her dainty diamond necklace with a single red diamond on the end of the chain.

Her black platform heels were hidden underneath the long pantsuit peering out every graceful step she took. We were almost the same height. Though, she just had to be an inch taller than me. Her soft rose lips were painted with a dusty rose gloss. Her eyeshadow was a shade lighter than her pantsuit, it surrounded her entire eyelid smoking it all out in one coherent shade. The smoky effect made her green eyes pop even more. Especially more so since her gaze was directed at me. Oh shit! Look away!

"Well, well. You look like you were a very busy body huh Addy?" She stood in front of me tall. Her posture was amazing, and mine was somewhat getting better. Her expression was almost playful looking down at me. I felt embarrassed standing in front of Elizabeth in the ratty clothes I always wear to clean.

"Oh yes..um..I-I always stay up and wait for mom. I make sure she always gets home safe." I was stumbling over my tongue. Elizabeth was the only one to make me act this way. Like a force over me. "She should be so proud to have such a thoughtful daughter like yourself." Her hand extended out to me grazing my bicep. Her palm was warm. It warmed your entire body, being touched by her soft skin. Once her hand drifted away from you it felt as though she was still there. You could say I have a crush on Elizabeth Olsen. I've known her since I was 15 when she moved in next door. She and my mom were friends in college, they met before she had me of course. Though, they have driven apart because of different career paths. My mom worked as a paralegal for our hometown company of lawyers. As Elizabeth made it big, becoming a CEO of a major network company in Manhattan. Our small town was right outside New York.

"Thank you very much, Ms. Olsen. That means a lot to me." My fingers fumbled trying to remain calm while holding the dry mop head. My cheeks felt hot trying to stay calm to maintain eye contact with her. Her eyes closed beginning a deep laugh. Her soft unblemished hand touched her collarbone resting her fingertips gently on the bone.

"Not a lot will make you blush huh? And call me Lizzie. I think you're old enough now to do that." Elizabeth stepped another inch closer to me. Not drawing any attention to herself in our surroundings. She smelt like booze-filled cherries. A sweet musk. A contradiction I know but, she truly did. She smelt masculine and feminine.

I giggled quietly covering my mouth to hide my wavy teeth. Back when I was young, mom couldn't afford to fix my overcrowding. So now I'm burdened with the fact I'll never have straight, pearly-white teeth like Lizzie. My teeth were clean, yes, but we're human. Sometimes my ADHD made me forgetful.

"I'm not blushing Lizzie! Just had a lot of things going on. It's very warm in here." I pressed the back of my hand against my forehead, pretending to wipe the sweat off my brow noticing I was sweaty. My body pivoted around noticing the bucket in the sink was overfilled with soapy water. My senses completely forgot the task I was finishing when they initially came in. I almost blew up, I went to scurry over to the soap mess cursing under my breath. Which I do too much lately. Elizabeth laughed again following after me. Her shoulder connected to mine, becoming deaf with the sound of her heels against the floor. She turned off the faucet extending a dish towel to me.

"Sweet girl, I've known you since you were 15 years old. I can tell when I have you wrapped around my little finger." Lizzie's breath was hot on my ear. Her perfume was intoxicating, mixed with the liquor she drank lingering from her mouth. My mom and her friends didn't know about our disappearance from the living room. Frankly, if I was rebellious, my mother wouldn't have noticed me gone anyway. But unfortunately, I was never that type. I wish I was. I wish I was a little more dangerous. It just doesn't look fun from this side. The side of always holding my mom's hair in the toilet bowl. Or the side of pacing back and forth looking out the windows for her in the middle of the night. No daughter, no. No child should be an adult to their parent.

"Haha, you think you're funny huh?" My ratty shirt was too big for me. It was my dad's, I leaned on the kitchen sink letting the collar of the shirt fall to my shoulder. That enticed Lizzie. Her eyebrows perked up. Eyes looked down to my fuzzy socks and back up to my exposed shoulder.

"I'd like to think so, but you know Miss Addy. You're a hell of a lot funnier than me. So, tell me. Are you excited to go to university in the fall?" She rolled her velour sleeves up grabbing hold of the other side of the mop bucket and helping you dump some water out.

"Yes, I'm quite excited to start uni! Yet nervous, but hey, I guess everyone is when starting something new." You grabbed hold of the bucket throwing it to the ground, plunging the mop letting it soak. You didn't want to start cleaning while everyone was still here. Even though it would've been a good excuse for them to get the hell out. You noticed Lizzie stood stationary at the sink gripping the countertop with a tight grasp. She pushed her chest out leaning over the island while keeping her posture and head up straight.

"I wouldn't blame you, Addy. I too was quite nervous about starting university. That was until I met your mother and other people I've been friends with for a long time. You'll love it! You get to make so many new friends. Are any of your friends tagging along with you to NYU?" Her finger dragged along the granite countertop making a small squeak sound. "No, not really, after my junior year they all kinda dropped like flies. So I'm sorta going alone." That wasn't the real reason. The real reason all of my friends stopped hanging out with me was because they knew my secret. They knew I wasn't straight. Lizzie's brows furrowed softly tilting her head. "All alone? Not fully miss Addy. You're never alone." Lizzie made her way in front of me searching for my hand that rested against my thigh. Without breaking eye contact she found my pinky clutching on with her warm fingers. "I'm always here if you need me. You know where to find me, Addy Raye." Her other hand pointed out to the window above the oven, at her place.

"Thank you, Ms. Olsen." My chest felt heavy with every breath I took, the weight was becoming more apparent. My stomach was hollow, with a sensation of something moving around playing a game of pinball up to my ribs. Are these butterflies? Am I getting butterflies for Elizabeth? Really? Wow, she's right. I am wrapped on her finger. Like a stupid puppy.

Her hand dragged down my pinky tracing her thumb down to my nail letting go. She giggled under her breath shielding her mouth was her hand. Her laugh was perfect even. Her laughs were higher than her natural low vocal tone as her chest perked out simultaneously. "Anytime cutie-pie. Again, call me Lizzie. I don't think you need to be formal with me any longer." Lizzie whipped her short champagne hair away from her cheek showing off her unpierced ear. I have a lot of piercings. I got them after high school. I thought it would be a new freedom. Lizzie was the first person to show them off. My mother didn't care, it was my money. I had one on either side of my nose and my septum, I had 8 in each ear. 8 rings going up from my lobe and my belly button. Plus 2 secret piercings Lizzie or my mom doesn't know about. God, I wish I can show Lizzie where.

"Oh..right! I'm sorry. It's hard to break that habit." My hand landed on my head running my hand through my black pixie cut. It was still new because where they took the razor it felt like peach fuzz still. "It's okay. I'll let it go, this time. Next time. Not so much." She smirked taking a few steps away from me heading for the living room. "Ladies come on it's 2 am. We better get all of you home. We all have overstayed our welcome. Goodnight Sarah!" She grasped her purse from the table beside the door herding all the disorderly women out of our house. Before stepping out she turned her back once more locking her pale green eyes with mine. "Goodnight Miss Addy."

"Goodnight Lizzie!" I uncontrollably waved like an idiot. Or so I felt like one. Her figure turned dark walking out shutting the door behind her. The hollow feeling came back but it wasn't a good feeling this time. Something left with her. I want it back. I want her back in here with me. Just her and I. No one else.

I gawked over onto the couch where my mom was a drunk messy covered in sweat and runny makeup. Her fake lashes her not where they were supposed to be as she passed out into a deep sleep. Oh well, I'm leaving you there. I dried the soaked mophead beginning to mop the front door to the living room and finishing off in the kitchen. I made my way to the island in the middle of the kitchen where the sink resided, it caught me off guard. The smell. Boozey cherries again. It was Lizzie. "Fuck Addy-..." I sighed exhaling out. I couldn't get enough of her. She was so sweet hell, she was so hot. It was a classic trope. The dyke is in love with her next-door neighbour. It's a cliche.

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I was done cleaning for the night. Finally. It was 3 am now, which meant both me and mother will be sleeping in. As usual, but, it was summer break and I don't start my new job until Thursday. I stripped out of my gross cleaning clothes into a white tank top with no pants. My room was weirdly built. The ceiling goes into an angle on one side not giving me much wall space. The only way my bed sat coherently was beside the window horizontally. It stood on a bed frame but I had no headboard. Beside my bed, lay the numerous amounts of books stacked beside the wall. It would have been too big for the room. My room was covered in tapestries and leaves. Cute little fairy lights strung up around my ceiling never turned off. I slept with them on. I always had a candle or sensy going to hide the smell of mom smoking cigarettes in the rest of the house. I wanted to make my room my safe space. It was my safe space. My phone connected to my tiny speaker on the windowsill, I didn't have any curtains. No one can see me on the second level. My window was off too, it wasn't high up. It was low, my mattress was right below the border of the window itself. I didn't care, the only person who can probably see me was Elizabeth. Her bathroom window was positioned the same as my window. All her lights were off. I couldn't tell if it was the light from my room or the moonlight, all I could see is the pearl white of her freestanding bathtub. I couldn't get Lizzie out of my head. The way she acted, the way she walked. Moving so confidently. Her body was immaculate. I wish I was alone with Lizzie; just one night. I'd love to push her red pantsuit off her shoulders to touch her bare skin. I bet she's warm. Just her and I wrapped in each other, her perfume filling the room. I laid myself into my bed with my sheets shifting around my kneecaps. I couldn't stop thinking about the things I do to her. What I would let Elizabeth do to me. I'd let her do anything to me.

I didn't realize my hand had sunk under my pink panties gently circling my clit. I was becoming wet fast. The fabric of my panties was sticking to my core creating a spot on the cotton. The hollow feeling in my stomach was rushing out of my body. My middle finger dove deeper running through my folds vertically. I touched myself regularly though, tonight. This is the first time I've touched myself thinking about Elizabeth. I'd usually watch porn to get myself off. But tonight I didn't need any help. It felt different too. It didn't feel rushed or wrong. It was soft and strong. My sensitivity was boosted to 100. My breathing was erratic, I couldn't handle my breathing. I tried to stay quiet though it was not that easy once I stuck my finger into my center. I shut my eyes lifting my head back. I rode my finger. Imagine it isn't my finger, it's hers. It's Lizzies. Her voice rang throughout my mind.

"Miss Addy..."

"All alone?.."

"I can tell when I have you wrapped around my little finger..."

"Awe fuck!-..." My jaw clenched sucking air through my teeth. A deep moan let out of my lungs. My mind was racing. My thumb lay on my clit with my middle finger still inside me. It twitched uncontrollably. My thumb had a mind of its own. In my dim room, I picture Lizzie on top of me, letting me ride her fingers. Her smile was wide, her laugh was how she always laughed. Her messy blonde hair hovered above me around her face. Her skin was glowing. Thinking about her was way better than watching porn. Far better. The wind blew in from the window. My head turned to the right watching the trees across the street blow friskily. My eyes went to Lizzie's bathroom again before they returned to staring at the tapestries on my ceiling. I sensed I was cumming. It felt like I was on a cliff ready to fall off. I remained thinking about Lizzie, now, thinking about her head between my thighs. My butt shifted prompting myself sitting up. My elbow held me up behind my back. "Aw...Lizzie..." I softly moaned out thinking someone was in the room. Even though no one was there. I wish there was. I wish Lizzie was touching me. Making me cum. She'd probably do better than me. The thought of her soft skin made me go over the edge. I came rather hard. I've never came without help. It felt amazing that I didn't need my phone to do everything for me. I slipped my finger out of my rubbing my folds riding my high out.

I saw something move in Lizzie's bathroom. I thought maybe it was a curtain or toilet paper moving from the wind.

Wait..wait..what? My dream came true. Scared me, but it came true. Someone is watching.

In the dark of the bathroom, Elizabeth sat sitting hunched over on the ledge of the bathtub. Her elbows rested on her thighs. Her one hand was holding her jaw, her other hand was in front of her mouth. Her thumb glided on her bottom lip. I couldn't tell if it was Lizzie for sure. I guessed just by the fact that no one else lives with her. I could tell also in the shadow was the outline of her short hair. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! How long was she watching me? Did she hear me say her name? Fuck! What do I do?

My body froze. My eyes were still locked on her. I quickly flipped over onto my side pretending to fall asleep. I tried to discreetly pull my blankets up above my shoulders. "Just go to sleep. It's not real. That wasn't her. It was just a shadow." I whispered trying to calm myself down. It didn't help. I was tried, but I was startled at the same time. I was drifting off to sleep clearing out my mind of the thought that Lizzie was watching me touching myself. It was quiet, the only sound I heard was the rain starting to fall and my soft music playing quitely. I heard rustling thinking maybe it was mom getting up going to bed.

My brain was just about the shut off until I heard a quiet laugh behind me. With the sound of the window being shut.

Shit!

[hannahhasnofriends]

two people one bed | dream

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summary: famous bed sharing trope!

pairing: dream x reader

warnings: swearing, fluff :)

word count: 1.7k

a/n: this fic was weird to write bc i normally write that the character calls him clay but with the setting it didn't seem right lmao – also psa, i have very little knowledge about constellations but i thought it was cute so i left it in lol

many members from the dsmp decided to take a road trip together (yes they clowned on dream the whole time)

it was a week long trip and it was finally the last day! you'd went cross country, stopping at a few different airbnbs along the way

and at this point, you were kind of over it😐don't get me wrong, it'd been an amazing trip, but you'd had little to no alone time in a week and you were just relieved to be going home after this

until you saw the last house, where someone had to share a bed.... and you and dream had just happened to pull out the two shortest straws…

‘Damn it.’ You mentally rolled your eyes, of course you’d end up the one to share a bed on the last day. You’d been driving all day and considering it was only one night, you had no mental energy to argue over sharing. Dream didn’t even seem phased at the fact, honestly you almost felt bad about how annoyed you were with everyone with how nice he’d been about it all. But he was always like this, he was always kind to you.

That was until you rolled over for the hundredth time that night. The space between the pillow wall you'd built and the edge of the bed was seeming to get smaller and smaller as the night went on. Even though the air was thick in the room, your feet were cold from Dream hogging the blanket and the bed would shake every few minutes from his constant movement. You could tell he was awake even though he was staying silent, and you tried your hardest not to let out an annoyed huff.

Finally, he shifted to peer over the pillow wall. In the dark you could still make out his green eyes and fluffy hair.

"You awake?" He whispered. You groaned internally, literally why does this man want to have a conversation now?

"No."

"Oh come on now, you can't say that and be asleep. I cant't sleep. We should do something." He shifted again so his forearms were leaning against the wall, basically destroying it.

"We are doing something. It's called trying to sleep so we can wake up at a good hour and go home." You sighed, screwing your eyes shut.

"It's only like 1 in the morning, we have plenty of time to sleep. Come on.. please, it'll be fun." Whatever, fine, maybe he'll actually calm the fuck down after this.

"Fine. What the hell can we even do right now." You opened your eyes up again, staring at the ceiling.

"We can go for a drive?" You can hear the smile in his voice. This man's love for driving was absurd.

"Uh how about no? We've literally been in the car all day and I'd rather not go back until we have to." You finally turned to face him, he wore a lopsided grin and a crooked pajama shirt. Cute.

"Fine, fine. How about we just go for a walk, yeah?" You grumbled, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and grabbing the hoodie you left on the floor. No way in hell were you changing for this, it was bad enough you were even indulging in it.

“Alright,” He grinned in your direction, slipping a pair of shoes on. “We can walk to that clearing with the little pond we saw on our way here, it's not far."

"That's fine but can we please not be out forever? I'm serious about getting sleep." You recalled the place he was talking about, it was pretty over there. Plus, you were pretty sure you could see the stars tonight.

Dream hummed, "Yeah, yeah grumpy. Let's go and be quiet, I don't want to wake anyone."

"Didn't seem to mind waking me up." You rolled your eyes, the audacity.

"Not my fault you got stuck sharing with me." He elbowed your side lightly.

You decided to keep quiet after that, slipping out of the airbnb. It wasn't cold, but there was enough chill to make goosebumps rise on your skin.

The walk there was silent, both of you just taking in the scenery. Your mind was replaying all your favorite moments from the past week, sure you were tired and ready to sleep in your own bed, but you were grateful for the people around you and how happy you'd been the past 6 days. Dream had invited you to come along almost last minute compared to everyone else. He had messaged you one night and told you he was paying for everything and would be happy if you came, and who could say no to that?

"What? What is it?" Dream had his eyes on you as you came to a stop, reaching your destination. "What's with the smile, I thought you were grumpy."

"Shut up. I'm just thinking about the past week. I had a really good time, I'm really glad I came, thank you for inviting me." You rolled your eyes, but the smile stayed put.

Dream hummed, "Me too. Honestly I thought you were gonna say no when I asked you." He chuckled as his arm raised to the back of neck, scratching slightly.

"Really? What makes you say that?" Your nose scrunched slightly, you guys had always had a good relationship, you always enjoyed hanging out with him.

"I don't know! I guess I thought you wouldn't want to spend that much time with me." He was smiling, but you could tell he was being serious.

You frowned, "I'd never say no to something like this. I know I'm 'grumpy' or whatever but I seriously like spending time with you, all of you."

"Thanks, I like spending time with you too." He turned to face you, but you tilted your head up, getting a good look at the stars. Your heart softened at his words, he really was a good man.

There was a moment of silence before you spoke up again, "Do you know any constellations?"

"Uh, I can find Leo probably." His head tilted up to match yours and you snorted.

"Of course you can." You smiled and shook your head, typical Leos.

"Oh, there it is, here look." His finger pointed up at the sky, your eyes following where it led.

"There?" You asked, raising your own finger. Dream shifted behind you, close enough to feel his breath on your neck. He hooked his hand on yours and moved your finger up slightly, "Here." He murmured. His skin was soft against yours, you felt his heartbeat on your back and you could smell his aroma.

Neither of you moved, you could feel him turn his head to look at you. Your cheeks heated and you slowly lowered both your hands. You tilted your head to meet his eyes, your noses were barely touching. The beating in your chest grew faster and your mind whirled as you saw him lean in, just so slightly.

You pulled away and turned around quickly, "We should get back." You cleared your throat. Your palms were still sweating, but for a second your thoughts went blank.

"Um, yeah sure." He shoved his hands in his pockets and started his way back to the airbnb. You stood there for a moment before following after him.

What the actual fuck just happened. You were going to kiss him? Or was he going to kiss you? None of that even matters since you'd just rejected him. You cursed yourself as you kept trudging on.

This whole thing was a hot mess, it wasn't like you didn't like him, it was just you'd never thought about it before. Sure, you'd flirt with him in call or make dumb suggestive jokes, but you'd always assure yourself there was nothing underlying there. They were just jokes.

But now you couldn't stop thinking about it, his soft skin against yours, his heartbeat, the way his eyes looked so intensely into your own. Your brain kept repeating it over and over again, it made you sick.

By the time you reached the airbnb again, you began to hate how you yearned to be touched by him again. That, ok fine, you did want him to kiss you but you chickened out. He didn't help by holding the door open for you when sneaking back inside. You mumbled a thanks, not daring to look at him. You could still feel him behind you as you tiptoed back to your room, which you just conveniently forgot you had to share.

You got situated as fast as you could, climbing back into the bed, holding your breath as you went. You waited to feel the dip in the bed signally him coming to lay next to you. When it didn't come, you peeked at his side, he stood there gathering a pillow and his phone before turning to leave. Your heartbeat sped up again.

"Clay," You sat up before you could stop yourself. "Wait, can- can you stay. Please." Your voice wobbled, but the moments back at the clearing kept playing again and you couldn't just sit there anymore.

He turned around shifting his feet, "Yeah, yeah sure." His eyes seemed to soften at the expression on your face.

Your hand swiped at the pillow wall, this time completely dismantling it and you lied back down. You felt the weight shift as he settled next to you, your breath was still shaky. He lied down facing you, eyes searching your face.

"Hi." You whisper, nerves come rushing back now that he's here again.

"Hi." He chuckles and smiles softly. His eyes are still searching your face, he looks uncertain.

"I– Well I–"

"Listen, don't worry about it. I was dumb I don't even know what I was thinking. We can just forget it." He interrupts you, his eyes darting down and cheeks flushing.

"That's not what I was gonna say." You faltered. He stares quizzically, silently asking you to continue. "Well I-I first wanted to apologize, I was a dick back there. And um.."

The words taper off, lost. You feel his gaze bore into your face, he tentatively raised his arm from inside the covers, hooking your chin with a finger.

"It's ok." He whispers affirmatively. The consequences are instant, your nerves slow and you can only focus on how close he is. His eyes find yours, and he no longer seems uncertain. "Can I kiss you?"

You can only nod, so sure of your decision.

And he does.

[uglypastels]

Hogwarts idea

Can you make a fic about how Tom sneakes out at night to spend the nights in the readers room (common room/bedroom) he’s a gryffindor and she’s a ravenclaw

Maybe they have a deal with the house teacher of one of the houses. Maybe he tries to hide in her bed as so not to wake the others. Maybe they fall asleep in the common room and have a minor panic when they wake up and it’s morning. Maybe they accidentally switch clothes or one of them steal the others clothes so they walk around with the wrong colors.

love love love love this!!! and I'm sorry it took me so long, I've been in a bit of a writing slump, but this is the best request to get me out of it! thank you <3 and hope you like it. (this got a bit out of hand and I might have changed the ending a lil bit but I hope its good heh)

(gender neutral!reader, I think? at least that's what I went for but if I accidentally missed something just let me know and I'll edit, I'm dumb)

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Being in your seventh year at Hogwarts, with exams just around the corner, was taking up almost every waking minute of your days. Adding the fact that you had your Head Student duties, and Tom had his Quidditch house team to take care of, meaning that you barely ever had time for each other. The only solution, in your young and smitten minds, was that some rules needed to be broken- just a little bit.

It took Tom some time to convince you since you were supposed to be setting the right example for the younger students, but eventually, one gloomy Friday morning, he finally got to you.

"C'mon, love, it will be fun," he had his arm draped around you as you tried to enjoy your breakfast, the looks of your fellow housemates never going unnoticed. There had never been a rule against students eating meals at different tables, and yet, seeing the captain of the Gryffindor team spending all his mornings and evenings at the Ravenclaw table was a strange sight. He preferred your table, he had said one day when you asked, it was quieter. That you could not disagree with. The Gryffindors were always rowdy.

"I don't know Tommy, what if we get in trouble?" you bit the inside of your cheek, as you always did when you got nervous. Tom responded by pulling you in tighter and kissing your cheek, then said:

"That's half the fun of it, darling." His words rushed an array of feelings through you. A part of you started to feel flustered, while the other wanted to shove his face in the large bowl of porridge that stood on the table.

"Please," he looked at you with his usual sad puppy-eyed look. "I feel like never get to see you, y/n. So I'll come over tonight, you can let me into the Rave tower, we'll hang out a bit and then I'll leave- like nothing ever happened. What do you think?"

"I don't know, Tommy-" You tried to keep a straight face, but it was hard to say no to a gorgeous face like his. after a few short moments of silence, you finally agreed, "fine. Be there at 10. Do not be late, Holland."

"I wouldn't dare to waste a second away from you." He kissed you, grabbed a slice of toast (from your plate, of course), and got up.

"Wait, where are you going?" You asked, confused, since breakfast wouldn't end for another 20 minutes.

"I'm kind of late for early detention with McGonagall," he chuckled before running off, toast between his teeth. You just rolled your eyes and finished your meal in peace.

You never really thought that your classes were boring, but that day, every minute seemed to go by at a quarter of its speed. It was as if someone had put a time-stopping hex on you if that even was a thing. You couldn't wait to finish your studies in the library (the scheduled hours at the library was necessary since there was still so much to get through before the NEWTs), so you could make your way back to the Great Hall for dinner. Once there, you immediately were on the lookout for the head of dark brown curls. You stood in the doorway, letting people pass you, but no luck; Tom was nowhere to be seen.

Internally, you already started cursing. It would be just your luck that he'd get attention again for the rest of the night. Why did you have to fall for the troublemaker-

"Aaah!" you shrieked as suddenly your feet were lifted from the ground. Arms wrapped around your middle, and you were spinning around. You wanted to scream more, but you heard the familiar laugh, and it immediately put you at ease.

"Put me down," you laughed. Tom complied without pretence. But his hands remained at your sides as you turned to face him. And then, eagerly, his lips met yours in a chaste kiss.

It was, of course, silly to think that you could have this moment just for yourself, in a hall filled with hundreds of students. Only a few seconds into your kiss, you could hear wolf-whistles around you. Someone, who sounded very much like Tom's friend and team co-captain Harrison, called out from afar: "Get it, Holland!" Tom was quick to put up two fingers in his direction, not paying attention to anyone. But the mood was ruined, and you pulled apart.

"Missed you today," he said softly.

"Missed you, too." You replied. His fingers slipped between yours, and like that, hand in hand, you were already making your way to the Ravenclaw table, but, unfortunately, Tom was stopped when someone tugged at the back of his robes.

"Oi, you dickhead-" but he laughed it off when he saw it was Ben, another friend and member of the Gryffindor team.

"Sorry 'bout that," Ben apologised, "but we're supposed to be holding a team meeting, remember?" He pointed over at the Gryffindor table, and, indeed, the rest of the team was huddled together at the edge of the table. Harrison had gotten up when he saw you and Tom looking, returning the gesture of the two fingers held up in the V-shape.

"Shit, I forgot." Tom brushed his fingers through his hair. He looked at you, eyes already full of regret, and you could tell he was ready to apologise, but you stopped him before he even opened his mouth.

"Don't worry, we'll talk later, yeah." You kissed him on the cheek, "remember, 10."

And miraculously, Tom did remember. As the clock in the Ravenclaw common room struck 10, you heard the faint knock at the other side of the entrance. Of course, Tom knew where and how to access the Ravenclaw tower, but the riddles that the eagle doorknocker asked were at times a bit too hard, bless him.

You pushed the door open, and there he stood. His robes were exchanged for sweatpants and a hoodie. A blue one, you noticed, not that that would help him fit in with the crowd in the common room. Tom had been team captain for the past three years, and his team had not failed to win the cup once since he had even joined the team, to begin with. Everyone in school knew him and adored him. Not even the rest of your house managed to be mad at him (though the Ravenclaw team definitely held a bit of a grudge after a few bad losses over the years).

He stepped inside, and you quickly lead him around the common room up the stairs of the dormitories.

You had heard that years ago, the stairs had a spell on them that stopped the male students from even attempting to step up to the other dormitories. Now, however, this "rule" has been dropped, ever since several students expressed their concerns for the double standards between the male and female student body, as well as the discomfort it might set up for the queer students.

Personally, you thought it would be even better if every student could have their own room, since sharing a space with four other people could get a bit crowded at times and you liked your privacy, but it was understandable that in an ancient building like Hogwarts renovations were not always an option.

Luck struck once more when you opened the door to your dormitory, and it was empty. All of your friends were still out, most likely staring at their books, in the hopes of getting struck with a moment of brilliance that could help them pass their exams. You closed the door, and Tom made himself comfortable in your bed.

It felt like the entire day had already been wasted, not to mention dinner, so you hurried down to your bed, pulling down the curtains of the four-poster, just to get that little bit of privacy you longed for at the end long day. But, of course, it was nothing unusual or suspicious since you often closed your curtains when you were too tired to chat with your roommates.

It was dark with the curtains closed, but Tom was quick to pull out his wand and murmured "lumos" the tip immediately illuminated in soft blue light. The glow was just enough for you to see his face, the goofy grin taking over his features.

"What are you laughing at?" you asked, whispering in case someone would walk in.

"Nothing," he shrugged, "just happy to be here with you."

"You're daft," you laughed.

"Yeah, about you," and with that, he kissed you. The light at the end of his want went out as he dropped between you. His lips were soft and sweet, the pudding that had been served with dinner still lingering on him. He must have stolen a few cookies from the table when it had finished, you thought, to eat later. He often did that.

You stayed like that, cuddling, stealing kisses from one another, for hours, probably. You were never quite sure because eventually, you both drifted off into a slumber. You could have probably slept like that, wrapped in his arms, forever, if it wasn't the bright light peeking through your curtains that was hitting you right in the face. And the whispers. You could hear people talking.

"I swear, they're just the cutest." It was your friend talking.

"But do they really need to do it here?" A second voice said, also familiar to you. "I mean, how many rules do you think they're breaking?"

"Oh shut!" you heard pillows being thrown. Or at least assumed that was what was happening around you. You couldn't be bothered to open your eyes, instead deciding to focus on Tom and his calm breathing. Your head was close to his chest, so you felt it rise with each inhale he took, and you could hear his heartbeat.

It was Saturday, meaning no classes. You had studied every day for the past few weeks, definitely deserving a little break for the day. If you remembered correctly, Tom wouldn't have training until the late afternoon and you could always skip breakfast. If you got hungry before tea, you could always sneak into the kitchens. After all, the two of you had already broken so many rules, what would be the harm in one more.

Ignoring the further whispers of your friends, you snuggled closer to Tom, feeling his arm wrapping tighter around you. Both of you shuffled around a bit, trying to find back the comfort from the night, and quickly you fell back to sleep.

The End

[l-r-christian]

heyyy can u do a klaus mikaelson imagine where the reader comes out with the album ‘sour’ instead of olivia rodrigo and its based off of an ex not klaus and klaus throws a party and she sings the songs ‘deja vu’, ‘jealousy, jealousy’ and ‘brutal’ for a sneak peak of the album and it’s basically pure fluff

Ahhhhhh writing for my wolfie boy again ☺. I apologize if this is a little bad as I was trying to find a good way to write this and look up the artist as I haven't heard these songs before.

Pairing: Niklaus Mikaelson x F!Singer!Reader, Past!Damon Salvatore x F!Reader

Warnings: fluff, Damon being Damon

Music was Y/N's pride and joy, having done cover songs putting them up on a YouTube channel and she was every popular gaining a huge audience. She started to make her first album right around when she found out that Damon had been seeing Elena behind her back which hurt her deeply and since then she hadn't talked to her so call best friend. Y/N's fans had been angry at Damon saying how dare he hurt such a cinnamon bun and saying how Elena was a terrible best friend.

"Love, I have something to ask of you."

"What is it Nik?" Y/N asked looking up from lyrics she was working on for her album. Klaus sat next to her.

"I am throwing a party and was hoping you could sing for my guests?" Klaus asked her as she stopped looking at him. Y/N knew that most likely Damon would be there along with the rest of her friend group.

"I'll love to Nik."

Y/N was a bit nervous and had asked Kol to record her for her channel as the songs she picked was sneak peaks of what she was working on. Y/N was announced to go on stage and heard the clapping seeing every that was going to prom had came to the party.

"How is everyone tonight?" Y/N greeted getting cheers as Damon stared at her and Klaus found Y/N just gorgeous as she wore the dress he got her.

"I here to sing for you all. Three sneak peeks at some songs I wrote." Y/N said getting loud cheers making her smile.

"The first is called 'Déjà Vu' so enjoy." Y/N said beginning to play people began to move to the music.

"Car rides to Malibu, strawberry ice cream. One spoon for two and trading jackets. Laughing 'bout how small it looks on you." Y/N sang as she played her guitar.

"Watching reruns of Glee, being annoying singing in harmony. I bet she's bragging to all her friends, saying you're so unique, him. So when you gonna tell her? That we did that too? She thinks it's special. But it's all reused that was our place, I found it first. I made the jokes you tell her when she's with you. Do you get déjà vu? Ah, hmm." Y/N sang and got cheers while Elena looked to Damon wondering if it was true.

"Alright everyone I'm sure alot of can relate to the next one here's 'Brutal'." Y/N said with a grin feeling more comfortable on stage.

"I want it to be,like, messy. I'm so insecure, I think that I'll die before I drink. And I'm so caught up in the news of who likes me and who hates me." Y/N sang as Klaus frown hating the idea that Y/N felt that way.

"And I'm so tired that I might quit my job, start a new life and they'd all be so disappointed. 'Cause who am I, if not exploited? And I'm so sick of 17. If someone tells me one more time "Enjoy your youth." I'm gonna cry."

"And I wish I'd done this before. And I wish people liked me more. All I did was try my best, this the kind of thanks I get? Unrelentlessly upset. They say these are the golden years but I wish I could disappear. Ego crush is so severe.... God, it's brutal out here." Y/N sang as she looked out at the dancing crowd then saw how Klaus watched her. The crowd cheered as the song ended and Y/N was now in her element as Damon frowned wishing he knew this about his ex.

"Here is for those girls who felt like me. This next one is called 'Jealousy Jealousy.'"

"I kinda wanna throw my phone across the room. 'Cause all I see are girls too good to be true. With paper-white teeth and prefect bodies....Wish I didn't care. I know that beauty is not my lack."

"But it feels like that weight is on my back. And I can't let it go. Co-comparison is killin' me slowly. I think, I think too much 'bout kids who don't know me. I'm so sick of myself. I'd rather be, rather be anyone anyone else. But jealousy, jealousy. Started followin' me. Started followin' me." Y/N finished as everyone cheered loudly and clapping as she waved leaving the stage as the band took over.

"Y/N." Damon said as the singer turned seeing her ex the first time in months as she had buried herself in her music.

"Salvatore." Y/N said not caring about the hurt that flashed in his eyes as in her mind Damon had no right to be hurt.

"We should talk."

"Sorry but I'm busy."

"With what?" Damon questioned stepping forward as in a blur Klaus was next to Y/N with an arm around her waist.

"Joining me for a drink." Klaus said leaving Damon no more to talk as he lead the young woman away.

"You didn't have to do that."

"But I did love." Klaus tells her as she found herself in his studio and she stepped away looking at his paintings. Y/N stopped at one of her making her blink as he step next to her.

"You shouldn't feel l like you aren't good enough Y/N. "

"And why would you say that?" Y/N asked smiling looking at him as Klaus looked at her cupping her cheek. Y/N had a suspicion that Klaus had a thing for her since he would bend over backwards for her.

"Because I'm in love with you. You are the most amazing woman I have ever met." Klaus tells her making Y/N's heart skip a beat as he leaned closer.

"I am in love with you too. As I can't believe I fell for my best friend." Y/N said softly cupping his face as Klaus crashed his lips against hers. Y/N kissed back pressing closer to Klaus making him growl while in a blur she found her self in Klaus's bed. Y/N giggled leaning back against Klaus's bare chest as she showed him how to play the guitar. Y/N was glad she said yes to singing for Klaus's party as she would have never gotten her happily ever after with someone who really loved her.

[blzzrdstryr]

Reveries of changes

Yandere!Childe x Fatui!gn!reader

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CW: Dissociation, mentions of rape, violence, unhealthy relationship, abuse of power.

Sometimes you find yourself asking what ifs. What if the Event never happened and you never received the vision? What if Ajax never developed his obsession with you? What if you treated him a little bit warmer? Would he be more tolerable? There are thousands of possible scenarios buzzing in your head, sometimes diverging just by words left unsaid or an outstretched hand being shaked. You know it’s a futile thing, thinking about the future and the present that you will never have, but you can’t stop, thoughts spiraling further and further.

This morning starts with the similar what if. What if I agreed to start again? The brief conversation from yesterday is still on your mind - you dread it’s another of the turning points in your relationship, just like the rejected handshake or the hospitalized recruit were. A moment after which there’ll be changes, changes that you won’t have time to prepare for. Speaking from the experience alone, Childe, like the rotten bastard he is, will act even worse from now on. It all started from teen Ajax following you and offering his friendship at every turn and somehow ended in him personally asking Tsaritsa to assign you to him, reducing you from a highly respectable Fatui agent skilled both in stealth and subterfuge to a glorified escort and a secretary.

One day he’ll just get tired from all of this and will forcefully bend me over in some dark murky corner, you darkly conclude, the remnants of the sleep leaving your body entirely at the grim thought. Or maybe he will break his promise not to cheat and will order me to do it.

Unwilling to think about the Ninth Wave of your unwanted relationships, you quickly stand up from the bed and start preparing for the day. Dressing and freshening up from the sleep you still mentally return to the darker place, cautious of what Tartaglia will pull out this time. Finally, you exit the door fully ready and lock the room, hiding the key under the clothes after, and make way to the fourth floor of the bank.

Here lies Childe’s working space and personal quarters , and if the former can be easily seen and entered just by walking up the stairs, the latter is hidden from view by the wall and massive door. There is a wide work desk and two armchairs placed too close for your comfort. You peek into the interior window, only to find it veiled by a thick curtain from the other side, so you decide to broaden the space between the chairs.

Satisfied with distance now, you sit at your place, taking a sheet out of the pile of documents, mostly consisting of reports of credits approved and money returned, unusually mundane yet highly classified information. Aside from accompanying Childe when he needs to beat and threaten the debts out of deadbeats, you also have to track the transactions the bank makes, a routine job consuming most of your daytime.

At the sixth or seventh fiscal account, you hear door opening and mentally brace for Ajax’s presence. Harbinger doesn’t smile, looking serious instead. You hope it has nothing to do with you, as it’s too early in the day for you to already deal with his usual mess.

“[First]”, you look up, staring at the bizarrely humorless Ajax looming over your sitting form. He clears his throat, as if he feels awkward right now, “Are you sure you won’t have one of your episodes?”

Your mind blanks for a second and then there’s a mix of shame and anger flooding your being and making you see red. Over the last months you spent working with him, he was the sole trigger of your affliction and now there are considerable gaps in your memory, in which you have absolutely no clue what happened to you. You had an inkling that Childe is aware that you are not always completely here, but a slap in the face with such casual mention is enough to render you wordless for a good minute.

“I... It happens only under certain circumstances”, you find your voice wavering and his face darkens, as he quickly catches unsaid ‘because of you’. Fortunately, he decides not to press it.

“There’s a problem at hands, one that needs your skills". These words make you do a double take - Ajax doesn't look like he's lying, speech lacking usual grandiose and bravado, yet you still can't believe he lets you return to your former work. You make a quick guess.

“Qixing?”

“Qixing” he nods,"their spies must have learned something about the sigils. It's a minor issue now, but if Tianquan or Yuheng will learn about it…"

"A diplomatic disaster and a permanent loss of Geo Archon's gnosis" you continue for him, “Fatui would be banned or seriously limited in Liyue and most of trade routes will be cut off, Ningguang can easily press sanctions against most of Snezhnayan import”. You frown at the thought, no matter what Fatui would do in such situations there's too much to lose and almost nothing to gain, even if you start destroying the investigation and replication of sigils right now, it will be a waste of possible weapons against Rex Lapis.

Then, there's one painless exit from the complicated mess: destruction of all meager material evidence and clues they somehow scraped together. Despite finally having a glimpse of a freedom, you don’t feel any excitement, but doubt instead - just a year ago, such operation would be another routine task for you, but now, having wasted months because of Childe's possessiveness, you can't help but feel incompetent.

You contemplate, glancing at him: on one hand, Tartaglia can easily send any other agents, but on the other hand, none of said agents possess a vision, a vision that you specifically molded to be a perfect tool for stealth and assassinations. He tilts his head, a hand impatiently drumming against the desk, waiting for your answer - you can infer his inner monologue - Tartaglia, just like you, is torn between his loyalty to Tsaritsa and his own feelings on the matter and this is what finally cements your decision.

You can almost see how much he itches to forbid you from taking the mission, but stops himself out of his sense of duty to Snezhnaya, and this knowledge fills you with darker type of satisfaction to the very brim: You lean back, pretending to still ponder over his words, enjoying the view of apprehensive Childe for once.

“I think, I can’t...” you start, your voice deliberately small and hesitant, watching how Ajax smiles again, convinced that you no longer have any confidence in your abilities, “let Snezhnaya be compromised in any way”.

He doesn’t let any of the anger and frustration show on his face, yet the drumming ceases, leaving you two in the silence, save for the sounds of the street coming out of the window.

You know you’re poking at the sleeping tiger, letting a childish impulses to guide your words, but the opportunity to upset Harbinger are much harder to come by these days: he took away your job, your delusion and your freedom, the least he can do to compensate is suffer in return.

“Alright”, he finally says and fails to hold back disappointed sigh “agent [Last]. Your delusion is in Ekaterina’s possession, just as the rest of the equipment. You will start tonight, information is in the upper left drawer. You have no right to fail, if you do I will write a complaint to Tsaritsa against you and personally oversee that you will be discharged”.

It’s a gambling game then, and terribly unfair at that - even if you win it won’t set you free or relocate under someone easier to handle and Tartaglia loses virtually nothing by allowing you to roam out of his sight for one night only, and by failing you will literally had your life into Childe’s eager hands.

You won’t let the bastard triumph.

***

After getting your gear and delusion back, you spend the rest of the day reading the data and mentally preparing for what is about to come. The qixing base you're to infiltrate is located awfully near the current place of sigil research, as if Ningguang or whoever planted it here already suspected Fatui from the start. The base itself is disguised as an ancient Liyuen ruin with a couple of deactivated ruin hunters placed nearby to scare off the adventurers who no doubt will try to explore it.

You are almost panting when you finally reach it - turns out that despite being easily visible from afar, the base is surrounded by the tall and steep cliffs from all sides, with the only passage bound to be guarded. Invoking to the power of your vision, you effortlessly become invisible to the eye, enter the building and almost rush back the same second - there’s a millelith passing nearby in whom you almost bumped in.

Heart racing you enter the building again, walking on half bent legs to minimize the sounds, and avoid milleliths on your way. They feel a sudden rush of frosty air, but seeing no one nearby, just write it off as a sudden midnight chill. You continue to make your way, peeking into each room, forcing yourself to remain in this form longer and longer, body aching and freezing from the overuse. Finally you see it - a stack of documents placed on the bamboo table near the oil lamp in a conveniently empty room.

Your hand is already extended to push the lamp and fake an accidental fire, when you decide to investigate the papers - it’s better to learn what qixing already knows. Your eyes quickly peruse a liyuen script, characters upon other characters - a report about suspicious activities, a detailed intelligence of Northland’s spendings and thankfully, not a word of sigils, except the note stating that Fatuis are buying a considerable amount of paper and ink.

Having memorized each of the documents, you throw the lamp now, a flame quickly spreading to the documents and soon consuming a whole table. Someone in the corridor screams about fire, four milleliths rushing in the room and you use this distraction to sneak out. Having escaped the borders of the faux ruin you quickly run, still maintaining invisibility, and only when you reach the cliffs again do you allow yourself to rest.

After climbing over the rocks, the rest of the trail is spent between jogging and walking, frost from the vision still residing inside. Bitter chill slows down your movements and you can’t help, but shiver from time to time, arms and legs aching and burning from it. You eye the pyro delusion and consider using it - unlike a cryo vision that you sculpted for secrecy and agility, the delusion is more battle-focused, able to produce quick bursts of fire in the rare occasions you get into a brawl.

Suddenly, a ball of flames explodes near you - a whopperflower bursts out of the ground, sensing you in proximity. You dodge another fireball, instinctively flinching at the sudden flash of light and send an ice blade it's way. It slightly grazes the creature's skin, yet a mimetic plant rushes back under the ground as you summon another icicle and swiftly stab it in the "head" the second it emerges again.

The plant dies in convulsion, it’s reddish walls contracting around the blade, a fast stream of boiling hot energy nectar shooting from the wound the moment you pull away the weapon. You curse, as some of the liquid hits you on the leg, burning a part of your pants and scorching the flesh underneath. Hissing and gritting teeth, you use your vision again, now to soothe a throbbing pain.

Well, at least I am not freezing anymore.

You return at the first rays of dawn, dull pain still lingering in the lower body, pulsating and echoing every step. Slightly drowsy Nadia at the entrance nods at you, her gaze at your wound obvious even with a mask on, and you nod back, a wordless exchange providing a slight reprieve, before you have to deal with Childe again.

“Hard day?”, she asks right before you enter, a pale shadow of concern in her voice. You frown, confused by the sudden disquiet.

“Something happened?”

“Uhm”, a small pause, “the boss. He was restless tonight, very restless”.

Ah, shit.

“Well, that is unpleasant” you deadpan, any remaining desire to go inside the bank vanishing the same second: “Thank you anyways” and then you step in.

Harbinger waits right there in an absolutely empty lobby - it seems that Ekaterina’s shift hasn't started yet. He’s leaning on the wall, head turning to you as you enter and immediately noticing the state of your leg. His expression grows darker, when you thought he would lighten up at your perceived failure instead.

"Who did this to you?" he asks, hints of steel appearing in his voice. You lift your eyebrows - no teasing, starters or bravado. Maybe he's so impatient to hear about your failure that he forgot to keep up the act?

You swat away his question, deciding to report on your mission instead - documents were destroyed by a set up accident, none of the qixing and milleliths saw you; he doesn’t seem to listen though, eyes still glued to the burn and then he repeats his question, voice taking the dangerous tone.

“No one, no one did it. It was an accident on the way back”, he isn’t convinced judging by the way he grabs your arm, his monstrous strength evident in the steel trap grip. “Damn” you cuss, trying to free your hand - if Tartaglia learns that you let the whopperflower of all things injure you, he won’t let you live it down and will weaponise it, to point out your so-called incompetence over and over again.

“Let me go” you tug harder, a vision coming back to life from the distress. You pull away your wrist from him again and again and then you hear it first and feel it second - a small cracking sound and a sharp pain, shooting up your arm - you broke a bone. It’s too sudden for you to realize what happened or even properly sense the shock of ache.

He lets go of you in the same second, eyes looking blankly at the injured hand. His lips thin and he exhales, in a long and strangely controlled manner - seeing Childe act and look so emotionless is sure bizarre. He hauls you up bridal carry style, ripping out a low hiss of pain as his clothes rub against the burn, and directs himself to the stairs. You're too busy gritting your teeth and trying not to cry in front of Childe to notice him climbing past the third floor and only when he opens the door to his room with a kick do you finally snap back to reality.

Despite working for him for months now, you enter his quarters for the first time. It's a spacious place, with a wide bed and writing desk located near the window. There are different weapons decorating the walls - swords, claymores, spears - all with the traces of use, and a small pile of trinkets and children's toys on the desk, placed right near the started letter, some of them already half wrapped - must be a gift for someone, then.

He sets you down on the bed and turns to the wall, taking a dagger from its place and some small container. A part of you gets scared all of the sudden - you remember your morning thoughts and all those instances when his eyes focused on your body for far too long to be innocent or comfortable. Is this it? Did he get so fed up with you that he decided to drop any pretense and abandon the cat-and-mouse game you two seemed to have?

Ignoring the pain in both limbs you jolt for the exit - there’s no meaning in fighting him, yet you can still flee, lock in your room and then plan what to do. “Stop it” he says, a warning clear in his voice, and to your frustration it’s enough to glue you in place. You look at him, heart booming in your chest, barely suppressing a flinch at every step he’s taking. He leads you back to the bed, as you feel the world warping around you again and the worst part is that you can’t stop it - It’s unfair, I can’t leave, not yet, I will hate myself for the rest of my life if it happens.

He kneels down, blade slicing through the pants as you forget how to breath. His figure deforms, a dark blue sea leaking out of the dead fish eyes and you see great leviathans lurking underneath the surface. Childe is the ocean, in a sense that he contains horrors beyond the human imagination. He is the great sleeping kraken that will swallow the world and you are his first victim.

His hand takes something out of the container and you expect it to burn and to hurt you, but instead there’s a muffled soothing feeling that comes, an unintentional “ah” coming out of your mouth. He doesn’t force himself and patches you up on the contrary.

You come back to yourself little by little, when he almost finishes with ministrations, leg and wrist looking like two casts. It feels bizarre to come back to your body halfway, to see Ajax kneeling in front of you, head hung low and it’s even weirder to hear his voice, hurt and utterly defeated: “So that’s what you think of me”.

He helps you come back to your room, as you still feel dazed. You pinch yourself a couple of times, still unable to believe that any of these happenings are real, they are.

A turning point, you conclude, there’s no way anything will stay the same after this.

You both dread and anticipate the changes.