#were in the home stretch tho trust

[i-like-books-and-women]

Okay guys trust I'll have more time for fic writing soon. Marching season ends at the latest November 9th and then it'll be music school audition stuff til valentines day and winter guard will start in like December but those two are much less brain powered required things than marching season.

[almond-tofuuu]

❄️Can't lose you❄️

Zayne x reader

Warnings: mentions of blood and injuries but nothing is detailed, a little (lot) of angst, happy ending tho (kind of)

Word count: 600

Zayne's familiarity with injuries ran deep, forged through years of serving as a doctor and navigating the horrors of a war zone. His resilience, honed over time, stemmed from his ability to maintain composure in the face of chaos, a trait that set him apart as an exceptional surgeon. Yet, as he stood before you, your body drenched in a pool of crimson, his usual calm facade crumbled.

The ER exuded an eerie tranquility that night, a stark departure from its usual bustling pace. Zayne couldn't shake the unease gnawing at him, amplified by your absence. It had become a routine, a cherished moment – your brief visits to his office on your way home, a shared tranquility interrupted only by the relentless summons of emergencies. Initially, he brushed off your delay, perhaps you'd been sent out to deal with a group of wanderers, or maybe you simply missed the train again, it wouldn't be the first time, but as time stretched on, apprehension crept in.

The shrill beep of his pager interrupted his thoughts, summoning him to yet another crisis in the ER. Suppressing his concerns, Zayne hastily navigated the labyrinth of corridors, mentally bracing himself for the unknown ahead. Yet, no amount of preparation could have steeled him for the chilling sight that awaited.

There you lay, motionless upon a stretcher, a crimson tide seeping through your shirt.

Zayne's world ground to a halt.

In that moment, a profound uncertainty gripped him, eclipsing the clarity of his usually sharp mind. Fear and panic coiled around him, suffocating his every thought, rendering him powerless in the face of the unthinkable.

The room pulsed with frantic activity as medical staff swarmed around your motionless form, their urgent voices blending into a disorienting noise. Zayne, usually the epitome of composure in the chaos of the emergency room, found himself frozen, his years of expertise rendered moot in the face of your battered figure. Amidst the chaos, a distant announcement pierced through, signaling the preparation of the operating room, but it was the firm grip on his shoulder that momentarily yanked Zayne from his spiralling thoughts.

Turning, he met Greyson's gaze, a silent understanding passing between them amidst the chaos.

"We're taking her to the OR straight away... You should return to your office. I'll update you as soon as there's any news," Greyson's words were a lifeline in the storm.

Unable to find his voice, Zayne simply nodded, watching in silence as they wheeled you away, his heart heavy with unspoken fears.

Alone in his office, Zayne paced with restless anguish, the image of you haunting his thoughts. He, who had never been one to seek solace in prayer, found himself pleading to unseen forces for your survival. Despite his unwavering trust in Greyson and the medical team, his mind betrayed him with a torrent of doubts.

What if the worst were to happen?

What if your injuries were too severe?

What if he never got the chance to gaze into your beautiful eyes again?

His fingers raked through his disheveled hair, a futile attempt to anchor himself amidst the dark thoughts consuming him, unwilling to confront the unbearable prospect of a world without you.

After what seemed like an eternity, a gentle rap echoed on his office door. Ignoring his own disheveled state, Zayne hurried to greet the visitor, his heart hammering in his chest as he swung the door open to reveal Greyson's fatigued figure. The weariness etched on Greyson's face spoke volumes of the arduous surgery.

"Is she..." Zayne started, his voice faltering as he couldn't bring himself to complete the question.

Greyson's reassuring touch on Zayne's shoulder brought a wave of relief, his gentle gaze offering solace as he delivered the long-awaited news. "She's okay, Zayne. Just breathe... she's alive."

With a shuddering exhale, Zayne released the tension he hadn't realized he'd been holding, his eyes brimming with tears of gratitude as he whispered a heartfelt "thank you" to Greyson.

Gathering his composure, Zayne met Greyson's gaze once more. "Where is she? I need to see her."

Understanding the urgency in Zayne's request, Greyson provided the room number, observing silently as Zayne bolted down the corridor, propelled by a mix of hope and desperation towards you.

Entering your room, Zayne is engulfed by a tempest of emotions. His heart wrenches at the sight of the resilient hunter he holds dear, now lying vulnerable in the hospital bed, yet an overwhelming sense of gratitude washes over him knowing you're still breathing. Drawing closer to your bedside, his eyes meticulously trace the remnants of your ordeal etched onto your skin—every scratch, bruise, and cut a testament to your resilience. Tenderly, one hand reaches out to cradle your cheek while the other gently clasps yours.

"...I thought I lost you..." Zayne's voice quivers with raw emotion, tears finally breaking free as he surrenders to the flood of relief and fear that had been bottled up inside.

Bowing his head, Zayne tenderly plants a lingering kiss on your forehead, his touch conveying both love and resolve. Pulling back slightly, he murmurs softly against your skin, his voice unwavering, brimming with determination.

"I swear, I will never let anything or anyone hurt you again.... You mean too much to me. I-" he pauses, gathering his thoughts. "I should've said it sooner, but I was too afraid... Now I realise that living in a world without you is far more terrifying.... You mean more to me than you could ever know.... Losing you, would be the equivalent to someone ripping my heart out of my chest.... And when you wake up, I'll make sure you know just how much I love you...."

[lucimaaie]

we pt4 ✧.* tlou

pairing - santa barbara!ellie x reader

summary - you and ellie make a promise.

a/n - okay fr my hands hurt i need to take a break but this is the endd (prob) did this need to be stretched out, prolly not but..i did it, lil angst, fluffy tho, wasn't sure how to end it but hope u like it

part 1, part 2, part 3

“texas. that’s still a ways down, isn’t it?” you said, looking down at the annotated map. it was worn out, having been dropped a few times and even dropped in the water but the picture was still clear.

you looked over at ellie at her lack of response. her eyes were laser focused on the road ahead of you, only tearing her eyes away for a second once she heard you call her name. she raised her brows.

"you okay?" you knew the question was one that probably wouldn't be answered honestly, but it was worth asking anyway. she was still shaken up from what happened months ago. being back in the cabin, you barely encountered runners or clickers in the middle of nowhere. she'd started to wonder whether or not it was worth it to drag you from the home you'd already shared together.

"m'fine." ellie scratched her outstretched arm. she'd been driving for hours and you knew she'd barely slept.

"i'd believe that if you weren't zoning out every few seconds." you folded the paper up and tucked it into the console, angling your body to look at her. ellie glanced at you, sensing you were gonna say something. "lemme drive. i know how, a little bit."

"a little bit's not exactly reassuring, peach." she rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times. "just sit back."

"but, you're tired."

"wiiide awake." she stretched the words out like that would reassure you more. her eyes were in fact wide in atttempt to keep herself awake and not swerve off the makeshift dirt road.

"baby." her eyes seemed to soften at the pet name. she let her head hit the head rest, looking at you with a smile. she shook her head as she looked back at the road.

"not gonna let you do it." ellie sung.

"it'd be great! i'd drive, you could take a nap. how's that sound? a nap."

"are you talking to me like i'm a- i'm not a baby."

"but you're-"

"my baby." "my baby" ellie mocked you.

"you're so..i love you."

"i love you too, will you let me drive?"

"you're relentless," ellie eventually pulled over and gave you the reins for a few hours. she didn't go to sleep the first two, still unsure about your driving skills. not that she didn't trust you but learning to drive wasn't exactly a concern amongst people today, so she would get it if you couldn't. but when it was clear you would hold up pretty well, she couldn't resist sleep anymore.

ellie flinched at the sound of a rattling in the car. she looked around to see the car stopped and you in front of the car, checking out something under the hood, probably having no idea what to do. ellie took a moment to breathe, reminding herself that nothing was wrong this time. there hadn't been for months, you were fine.

when she got out of the car, she wore a tired smirk. "you broke it."

"no i didn't." you looked stressed, leaning your hands against the hood as you looked into the mechanics of a vehicle you'd only found days ago. you couldn't even tell what model, these things were practically useless without gas. you bit your lip as you tried for the problem, having no idea how attractive ellie found you like this. "i swear."

"it's alright." ellie wrapped her arms around your waist from behind and kisses your temple and your cheek. "would've ran out of gas anyway. we got it on foot." she rounded the car to grab her backpack and wrap it around her back. she came behind you and moved your arms to put yours on. "unless you wanna rest a while?"

"no, no i took enough naps." you adjusted the straps of your backpack before lacing your fingers with ellie's. "let's go."

you had become grateful of the extra rest being in a car had given you. unfortunately it made it easier to become winded when you'd become used to sitting on your ass.

on the bright side, you were almost to texas. the only scary thing was the uncertainty of being somewhere this new without knowing if you'd find a place like the cabin. and you knew if were anxious, ellie felt worse. "you okay?"

"you keep asking that." ellie as she tried not to look at you, which she loved doing, only not when you were so adamant on getting an answer. she didn't want to tell you she was still scared over what happened months ago. she'd been through worse, but it felt like none of it would compare to losing you. if she lost you, she was done.

"you usually give me some smartass answer. like that one." you jogged down the hill to catch up to her. "like before." you looked at her from the ground.

ellie’s eyes flicked over to you. her eyebrows furrowed as she caught what you meant. this wasn’t before. not when you and her were essentially roommates and she tried to pretend as if she was falling in love with you. no, you were together now. she was trying.

she was pulled out of her thoughts by you tumbling down the grassy hill. “oh my-“ she tried to run down to get catch you but ended up slipping herself.

ellie was in shock as she landed at the end of the hill onto finally flat ground. she was just recovering from the fall, dusting herself off when she heard you laughing. “what?” she asked, completely thrown off guard between what she was already feeling plus the added embarrassment from falling on her ass.

she stared at your carefree expression, allowing herself to let out a laugh of her own. she didn’t exactly find the situation funny, it would be had she not had so much on her mind, but she laughed anyway. she couldn’t help but laugh. after a while, it died down into quietness as you laid in the grass.

ellie looked at your relaxed expression and she was reminded of her fear. “you can’t leave me.” she said quietly. “you can’t leave me o-or do anything stupid to get yourself killed, okay?” she turned to look at you, her eyes pleading.

“ellie.” you scooted closer to her, mirroring her. “i’d never.”

“you swear?” her voice shook with emotions she wanted to push back down. "cause you've scared the fuck out of me before. i hate feeling like that."

“i swear on everything i love.” you pushed her hair behind her ear, your hand cupping her cheek. your eyes were filled with love as you swiped your thumb over her cheekbone. “that includes you y’know.”

“i-i got that.” she chuckled, blinking away tears. she wasn’t a crier but of you made her one to wear her emotions when she hated to.

“you have to swear to me too. no more martyr bullshit. i don’t need you to save me, i need you to be with me.” your words were a harsh reminder that she’d been thinking of what she’d be like if she lost you but not you if you lost her. “swear?”

“i swear.” she leaned up to kiss your nose. “on everything i love, i swear.” she said before laying a soft kiss to your lips, course it didn’t stay that way with both of your emotions on high. ellie pulled away with the need for air. she looked at you with all the affection in your eyes and swollen lips. “let’s get to texas, peach.”

thank you for reading!

[chimielie]

my lover, my life, my shawty, my wife

summary: Ushijima x f!Reader. snapshots of eternal youth.

word count: 1.3k

cw: lighthearted manhandling, longterm established relationship ups (and one down), marriage talk and mention of toshi’s parents’ divorce. it’s basically all fluffy and silly tho

a/n: nobody @ me i wrote literally 99% of this a couple weeks ago and just remembered it was in the drafts today i’m working on the promised fics!!! it will just be A While i’m slow okayyy 💘 anyway enjoy some pure ushijima fluff

“Ushiwaka!!!” You shriek, voice breaking with laughter as you slam your hands against his backside. “Put me down, you—you barbarian! Kidnapper! Plunderer!”

He doesn’t say anything, just jostles you gently so your top half (currently upside-down over his broad shoulder) sways while your legs stay firmly in the grip of his arms. You know it’s as close as he’s going to get to a verbal admonishment, your current position already more than enough of an indication that he is fed up with you acting up in a public setting.

“Fine,” you scrunch up your face, sure that he can envision it just the same as you can see in your mind’s eye the near-invisible traces of amusement on his face. “Ugh, you’re going to make me sick. You are so bossy. I can’t believe you think that you can just pick me up and carry me around and tell me what to do. You don’t even say please, you know that?”

He probably gets the idea that he can just pick you up and carry you around and tell you what to do from the ten years that he's been doing all those things, since high school.

You've never gotten sick from being carried like this, either.

“You are bossy,” he says simply in rebuttal. "You say please but you know I'll do whatever it is you want. Even unreasonable things."

"I'm always reasonable," you say. He pats your butt in a way that isn't supposed to be condescending but is. You smack his in return and enjoy the way his back muscles tense up. "Ooh, you've been training your glutes."

He's been doing it in your home gym. You've always been loud about obvious things like this; he doesn't understand it, especially, but he likes it. At first, that had been much of your relationship. You were loud and obvious about your feelings for the up-and-coming teenage ace, and he didn't understand you, but he liked you.

He considers, and then revises his previous thought. He understands you better now. You talk through even things you and he know well because it helps you to process your thoughts, and you are determined to be shocked and delighted by all small things in the world.

"Hello, Bo-kun!" you wave to his teammate. Bokuto, bless him, attempts to bend over upside down to mimic you.

"Hey, Ushijima-san!" Ushijima is lucky that everyone in the facility knows you and you don't have to clarify to any security guards that you aren't in danger, for real. You take offense to the idea that you couldn't win in a fight against him, anyway.

You had been asserting this particular belief, actually, to the rest of the Japanese men’s volleyball team while they stretched post-practice and friends and family were allowed on court to distract them. Atsumu had been egging you on, urging you to try fighting another of the players since he didn’t trust Wakatoshi not to let you win currently. You had rolled up your shirtsleeves when the ace scooped you up and you had, already protesting, waved goodbye to the blond, a huge grin on your face. He had saluted you as you went.

“We’re not married yet,” you say, bonking your forehead into Wakatoshi as he stops short. “You all don't have to keep saying that. Please, call me—”

"Oh, Waka-kun said," Bokuto starts before being cut off.

“We may as well be," Wakatoshi says, turning to face Bokuto (At least turn sideways so I can see, you complain). "It'll happen eventually, so we can start practicing by calling her my wife now."

"What?!" You say. "Don't say things like that. You sound like you like me. Do you like me? Do you want to be more than friends?"

People have always talked about your relationship in begrudging terms. "Oh, opposites attract, I guess..." spoken in a disbelieving and reluctant tone. He understands. Most high school relationships didn't work out. Most people would get frustrated with him and his communication style. Then most long-distance relationships didn't work out. Most young professional athletes wanted to try new things, new people.

Wakatoshi doesn't understand why he would want to try something new when he had something perfectly fine with you. He had said that to you, once, when you were in Sapporo and he in Koganei. You had gotten very quiet for the rest of the call and then remained quiet for two weeks, sending all of his messages to read and calls to voicemail. It had taken a short flight and a shy, quiet apology to right his wrongs. He had known that he would spend the rest of his life with you, he said, forgetting to blink even as you furiously swiped away tears, a month in when you were fifteen. Barely longer than this terrible time you had stopped even fighting with him, just giving up on him. Why would he try anything else when he had never deviated from this path?

But what if you're just not seeing that there might be something better out there for you, you had said, voice angry but face already forgiving. Worse, what if you do see that someday? You’ll get tired of settling.

He had shaken his head. There isn't something better. Please, continue to be patient with me. Your breath had burst out of you in a single sob, and then you were yanking him toward you, ordering him to kiss you so you'd stop crying in front of all the neighbors.

Considering his parents' marriage, one might have thought that he would have more qualms about the concept than he did. You didn't seem interested in pressuring him there, though, and when asked just reminded him that living together long enough would result in common-law marriage anyway, so he just had to tell you if he ever wanted to stop living together. After several years separated and more reunited, he hadn't yet found any desire to do so. He definitely had strong negative feelings about being away from you for extended periods.

He was very lucky that you had chosen a career path which would allow you to travel essentially anywhere with him, find lucrative work anywhere with him. The home gym had actually been your gift to him, from the bank account you didn't share. It was the most thoughtful and horrifyingly expensive gift he had ever received. He had retaliated by hiring your most favored interior designer to rework your apartment into something both sentimentally familiar and not decorated entirely on the whim of two mid-twenty-year-olds. While they worked, he took you on vacation.

"We have to go," Wakatoshi adjusts you in his hold, nodding to his teammate. You’re quiet for a bit, so he puts you down, steadying you by your waist until your head stops swimming.

“You know we have to talk about these things,” you say, looking steadily at him.

“Yes,” he rumbles, considering his words for a moment. “I’ve been thinking about it more often recently. I still don’t feel strongly about the idea of a wedding, but I want you to be my wife. If you want to be.”

Insecurity sparks in him. You enjoyed your friend’s weddings, but perhaps you didn’t want one of your own, or one to him. Perhaps he had crossed a boundary.

“I don’t know,” you tap your lips with a finger, and a weight lifts off his chest when you smile at him. “I’ll see when you ask me. But I want it to be sometime in the future, somewhere more scenic than your athletic facility, okay? With a ring and a sappy speech.”

He smiles, then, his teeth showing. An explosive and momentous display of emotion.

“I’ll be sure to say please.”

[moonstruck-poet]

Rewrite The Stars

Pairing - Kaz Brekker x reader

Summary - The story of how you two manage to unravel the complexities that concern a relationship based on the song 'Rewrite The Stars'

Hope you'll enjoy it!!!

You know I want you, it's not a secret I try to hide. You know you want me, so don't keep saying our hands are tied.

Kaz Brekker, you muttered under your breath and kicked a small stone with as much strength as you could muster, ignoring the sharp pain that followed.

He really was impossible that one. Tested your patience to such a level that you were almost considering giving up.

Almost.

But you weren't known as the never giving up person for nothing. You would try to make him see sense.

You halted in your path towards the Crow Club to analyse your thoughts which were a hundred percent occupied by that young boy whom everyone called Dirtyhands.

He had you completely charmed, as could be observed since he was the one running rent free through your mind at all times when you weren't risking your life for the same man.

So taking a deep breath and resting your hand on your holster, you entered your home with a poker face and scanned everything to see that all was going on smoothly.

"All good here?" You questioned Rotty and downed a shot of whiskey, scrunching your nose at the bitter after taste.

"Everything under control ma'am, got a lotta good pigeons," he grinned and your lips twitched sideways.

"What's up, Jes?" You asked the gunslinger who was sitting on one of the stools near the bar, twirling his pistol in his hand.

"Nothing, I'm bored. Need some action," he groaned and stretched upwards.

"Of course you do," you laughed softly. "Where are the others?"

"Off doing saints know what".

"Kaz still ain't budging?" He asked suddenly, his tone a little gentler.

"No," you said shortly and clenched your jaw. Suddenly not wanting to thing about him.

Jesper sighed loudly, "He is one of the most idiotic person I know. He doesn't even seem to realise he's missing out on the best thing that's happened to him".

You smiled at that, it was a small one but nevertheless a smile after all.

"If I wasn't so unbelievably enamoured by messy haired guys who are quite a shot at chemistry, I would've gone for you honestly".

"I'm flattered, Fahey".

"But seriously tho, love. What's his reason for denying you, huh?"

"Kaz thinks we're not good together," you answered abruptly.

"Not good together my ass," he rolled his eyes in utter annoyance. "You deserve so much better than him. I don't understand how you even managed to fall for him".

"Falling for him wasn't falling at all, Jes. It was like walking into a house and just knowing that you're home," you whispered.

And there he was, the hindrance to your concentration, the object of your continuous staring, Kaz Brekker.

He took off his hat, revealing his rather well defined featured that seemed to be sculpted with a help of a knife.

Your eyes took his figure in. Those all black clothes with that unmistakable cane was his entire persona that he had built for himself.

Your gaze softened at the sight of his messed up hair, the few strands that had fallen on his pale forehead making your heart skip a tiny beat.

"You really love him don't you?" You snapped from your staring at Jesper's question."I guess I do," you answered, eyes following him as he walked towards you with what you assumed to be another one of those tasks that he always gave you, just because of the amount of trust he had.

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You claim it's not in the cards and fate is pulling you miles away and out of a reach from me. But you're hearing my heart so who can stop me if I decide, it's on my destiny?

"Fucking hell this idiot of a man," you groaned and ran frantically towards the mount of wounded people.

You had indeed raided one of the most well protected safe of the most dangerous person and there were bound to be major consequences.

Your heart dropped after seeing Wylan lying near a building wreckage and you sprinted despite the throbbing pain in your calf and ignoring the blood flowing down one side of your head and torso.

"Hey," you whispered, getting down to your knees and shaking the boy. "Wylan, come on. I need you, come on wake up," phrases fell from your lips absently.

And he did wake up and you felt as though your feet were back again on solid ground. He woke up, immediately clutching his head and looked around, eyes squinting. "Where are the others?" he said hoarsely.

"Everybody is fine, everyone except for Kaz and we're all looking for him," you murmured, the relief fading away for panic to seize control of your weak heart again.

He immediately noticed your tensed posture and really looked at you, succeeding in reading your internal turmoil.

"Up you get," he suddenly said in an authoritative voice. "We're gonna go and find Kaz right now," he got up and held out his arm for you to grasp.

You simply stared before shaking yourself off and following his lead, glad to have someone to listen to instead of following your stupid thoughts all alone.

The fear in both you and Wylan seemed to increase tenfold after witnessing gruesome scenes all around you. But you both swallowed it harshly and kept a determined spirit, him more than you actually.

Because naturally your heart always seemed to lose its stone cold interior upon the mention of a specific someone.

"Saints," Wylan suddenly came to an abrupt halt and his eyes widened as he pointed to the shed of a shop that was almost on the verge on collapsing entirely. And underneath all of that rubble was Kaz.

"Oh god," was all that escaped your lips and you didn't think before running towards him, not even noticing a large chunk of the ceiling falling om your shoulder.

"Kaz," you said, leaning down in front of him. Your throat burned at his terrible state. His hair completely dishevelled, numerous cuts and blood stains littering his body, eyes half closed as he gazed ahead endlessly.

"Kaz!" You said again and Wylan softly patted his shoulder, accidentally touching his bare skin where the shirt was torn and in the process jolting awake the unconscious boy.

"Good gracious," you prayed and stepped back after seeing the anxiety on his face. "Kaz you have to let me, or you're going to die you bastard," you frowned but waited and turned towards Wylan, "Will you go and tell the others that we've found him? They'll be there at our decided headquarters, just inform them quickly please and get Nina as soon as you can," you instructed and he set off instantly.

"I'm sorry," you whispered and clenched your jaw hard before moving closer and putting one hand behind his shoulders, your heart shattering a little at his sharp intake of breath. "I'm so sorry but I have to do this," you said with a rather broken voice and picked him up.

Halfway through the route he let out a loud groan and you almost dropped him but then steadied yourself and halted.

"What's wrong, Kaz?"

His eyes were scrunched up in pain and it was then that you noticed the bullet which was wedged on the side of his chest and you froze at the sight.

"No no no," your muscles seemed rooted to the spot and the only thought runnung through your mind was that he was going to die. Kaz Brekker was going to die.

"Shit," you muttered and hastened your pace, struggling slightly under the weight of his rather heavy body but you did manage to reach the secret meeting place just in time.

"NINA!" You yelled and placed him on the nearest couch. "NINA!"

She was out in a second, all others following close behind and breathing in sharply at the sight of their leader beaten up so badly.

"Th- There's a bullet through his s- side," you said, panting as suddenly there was a lack of oxygen in the air. "There's a bullet Nina! Quick come on you gotta get it out. You have t- to get it out, quick!"

"Wylan," Nina gestured with her eyes and he understood, gently taking you by the shoulders and pulling you away.

"No! What're you doing?! Wylan stop it!"

"He's going to be okay, let me clean up your wounds too".

"I'm fine! But he's not! He needs me okay? I- I can't leave him lying there like that! I can't- I can't-" you broke off and gulped. Your eyes tearing up as you let yourself be pulled away from him.

But tell me, how is one supposed to survive when their lifeline itself is im danger?

You were sitting in one of the rooms all alone, looking out of the window absentmindedly. Wylan had graciously cleaned and bandaged all your injuries amd you didn't even have the heart to say a simple thanks to him.

Inej had dropped by a few minutes ago with a small plate of food and you hadn't bothered to appreciate her with a small nod.

All that rang through your mind was Nina's conversation with Matthias that you had accidentally overheard.

"There were not one but two bullets, Matthias. And they were the poisonous kind, the ones that work on paralysing and slowly killing the body of the victim. He's taken quite a hit that one".

He's taken quite a hit that one...

A lump welled up in your throat as you mulled over every incident when you were on the brink of losing him forever.

Once when you two were fourteen, once when you were sixteen and now at the very tender age of seventeen, Kaz was slipping through your grasp again.

Fate was constantly pulling you apart, making you go as far as possible from each other but it had been enough now, you simply couldn't handle it.

You swallowed down the burning sensation and went quietly towards the room where Kaz was fighting for his life. Your breath got caught upon seeing his rather peaceful face. No furrowed eyebrows, not a crease on his forehead, he seemed very much at ease.

You took a seat next to him, tears on the verge of falling but you blinked then away stubbornly. You weren't one to cry that easily, but control seemed to jump out of the window whenever he was involved.

"Kaz," you whispered as though he would open his eyes that very second and you would be met with dark brown irises that you so loved.

"Here we are again huh," you murmured and heaved a deep sigh. "Its been what 3 times now that we were in this same scenario?"

You kept on making small talks, it beimg useless towards him but actually helping you to get over your emotions.

"You don't understand the way my heart breaks when you get hurt this badly, Brekker," you said softly. "I've tried to tell you so many times but you're one stubborn asshole aren't you?"

You exhaled and your eyes gazed at his beautiful features, from his sharp eyebrows, to long eyelashes and then to his perfect lips.

"You have to wake up, Kaz. You will," you said firmly. "I don't think I can function properly without you," you looked down at your hands.

"Get well soon, love," you whispered the words and despite being unconscious, rhey ringed in Kaz's ears. Love, you had called him. He felt something brush against his forehead, pushing away strands of hair and tickling him a little.

But then the warm feeling was gone and once again he was alone, cold, and empty.

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What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine. Nothing could keep us apart, you'll be the one I was meant to find. It's up to you, and it's up to me, no one could say what we get to be. So why don't we rewrite the stars? And maybe the world could be ours, tonight.

"Saints this is all so ridiculous," Jesper muttered and frowned deeply at the comedic costume that he was supposed to wear. "Couldn't you have gotten something better?"

"You either have the choice to wear it or run around naked, I don't care. All I want is a proper distraction. The choice is yours," Kaz said easily and went back to scrutinising the map placed on the table.

Jesper rolled his eyes but wore the clothes anyways and you snorted making him give you a sharp glare.

"I'll shoot you, I swear," he threatened weakly when you fully cackled. "It's not fair that you get to dress up like a literal princess when I'm here looking equivalent to a clown!"

"I'm afraid you won't make a very pretty princess Jes," Inej smiled as she sharpened her knives with without even looking at them.

"Oh I don't, Inej. He might make a wonderful, lovely girl," Nina piped in and you laughed.

"Enough chatting please," Kaz interrupted your lighthearted teasing making the Heartrender scowl.

"You always have to interrupt the best moments between us don't you?" She glared but the man didn't as much give a shit.

"Wylan you're ready with your explosives? Confident they'll go off exactly when we want them to?" He asked and received a confirming nod.

"We'll leave in about five minutes exactly," he checked his watch and scanned all of the faces staring at his intently. "Off you go then. I want absolutely no detours from anyone, I'm talking especially to you, Jesper," he narrowed his stare to the Zemeni who merely shrugged and grinned.

"Goodluck everybody," he said and they all left for their respective work. "Let's go," he said to you and you got up, instantly feeling uncomfortable in the rather beautiful dress and the heels.

This was new and uncharted territory, something you had never even worn before in your entire life. But you liked it. It didn't match your usual attire at all, but a change at times was welcomed on your part.

You two were invited, or rather you had invited yourselves to the ball that was supposed to take place. It was the perfect opportunity to infiltrate and steal.

"Remember all we have to do is stay for the entire program, we cannot afford any mishaps to happen. No tiny slipups at all or the entire plan goes down the drains," Kaz said as you slowly walked to the venue.

"I know Kaz," you sighed at his nagging. "You can trust me, you know?"

"I know," he said lowly and looked straight up, refusing to make eye contact.

Your eyes flitted to look at his side profile. It was sharp, the streetlights highlighting his carved features and your heart started running at an unbelievable speed.

He had for once ditched his long coat and had instead worn an all black suit with a black tie. And saints did he look amazing. Kaz Brekker seemed to have no idea at just how unsettled and in love you were.

Just as you were about to enter the grand hall, he stopped you and offered his arm. He was also not wearing his gloves, wanting to stay off suspicion as much as possible.

"You sure? We don't have to do this," you said softly but he insisted and you hesitatingly wrapped your fingers around his elbow.

Kaz didn't as such flinch from your touch, which just proved that he did trust you a lot.

"Ah there you are! Mr and Mrs Helvar am I right?" An elderly man beamed at you two and Kaz instantly transformed into a complete stranger in mere seconds.

"Absolutely!" He smiled widely, his lips stretching in an unfamiliar way and you almost cringed at how fake it looked, but that was only because you knew him.

"Alright alright that's enough," you whispered after the host went away to greet someone else. "Please bring back the Kaz I know".

He rolled his eyes and returned to his cool demeanour. You were lounging near the bar, sipping drinks to pass time while also maintaining a strict checking of the area.

"How much longer do we have to stay?" You asked after about an hour.

"The party's only just began. It'll take time I think," he answered and looked around.

"These heels are killing me," you groaned. "I need my shoes back".

He didn't say anything but his jaw had clenched, as it always did when he felt a little helpless and unsure. He glanced at your feet before returning his gaze back to the ballroom.

"Saints he's here again," you said suddenly and he turned to see the same man walking towards you two once again.

"You've been sitting for quite a time now! Come on then let's get you on your feet. Don't keep such a beautiful lady waiting, Mr Helvar," he grinned cheekily, eyes clearly trailing down your body.

"I'll make sure," Kaz answered rather tightly, stepping in between his line of sight and blocking you from his filthy eyes. He looked at you and held out his hand, you stopped for a tiny second before placing your bare palm into his cold one.

He inhaled sharply but at the same time gently pulled you towards the dancefloor, keeping his eyes on the host who seemed to be watching your every move.

"He's just wrote himself a death wish," your fake husband grumbled in annoyance which soon turned into a forced smile after waving at someone.

"Loosen up now, we have to dance," you said and were surprised immensely when his fingers intertwined with yours and his other palm was slowly making its way to be placed on your waist.

He glanced in your eyes and all you offered was a gorgeous smile. That seemed to be all that was required and the tips of his fingers brushed your waist before halting there.

Your free hand was on his shoulder and you two swayed, your bodies closer than ever before. And you thought to youself, you could definitely get used to this.

Not the elegant gown or the grand party, not at all. But these small but significant moments of intimacy with him.

"This is nice," your small whisper broke the silence as you danced, engaged in your own little rhythm. Too occupied with each other to even pay the slightest attention elsewhere.

"It is," he nodded and this time made eye contact without hesitation. The force was so strong and powerful that you couldn't feel anything except for the rapid thumping of your heart.

Everybody else seemed to fade as you two danced the moment away, completely taken by each other as you swayed. And you thought, it wasn't so bad was it.

And Kaz gave you a look which seemed to answer your question, it was as if he had clearly read your mind.

It's not so bad, his eyes reflected and you couldn't stop the small smile which soon fell off after another question had plagued your mind.

'Then why? Why can't we give this a shot? Give us a shot?'

"It's always up to us you know," you murmured suddenly, not bothering to elaborate because you knew he understood it well enough.

"Nobody has a damn say in what the hell we do with our lives. It's always up to you and me," you repeated and smiled tightly.

While he just stared at your face, taking notice of the way your heart was literally shattering in front of him. And all he wanted was to tell you that he loved you too, had been loving you since ages.

But you already knew that, you weren't oblivious for saint's sake. You knew he had fallen as hard for you as you had for him. His problem was that he refused to accept it, for god knows what reason.

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Ahem ahem... do we need a part 2?

Preferably from Mr Brekker's pov? 👀

[haesunflower]

zb1 as your classmates

genre: fluff, comedy

pairing: reader (gn) x all members of zerobaseone

about/tags: what i think zb1 would be like as a classmate

friendship vibes for most, some have romance, members that are classmates with each other are specified (regardless of age), inspired by a tweet i saw here, bullet points plot, lowercase intentional

⠀⠀ kim jiwoong ⠀⠀

everyone has a crush on jiwoong

even kids from other schools have a crush on jiwoong

but he's literally known to be unattainable

he always says that he likes someone else

you guys are so lowkey that no one knows that you two are in a relationship until the end of the school year

literally, the last subject of the last day

the teacher asked him to distribute the final graded tests to everyone in the class

the only reason people find out is bc as he's handing yours to you he accidentally says "congrats on the 99 babe"

you hear everyone in the room go "baBE????"

⠀⠀ zhang hao ⠀⠀

despite his quiet nature, hao is loved by a lot of people (teachers included!)

people trust him and they don't think he's capable of spilling any secrets

your friendship starts when he overhears you gossiping about some dumb relationship drama in the library

and hao interrupts you with a "no no no, THIS is what happened"

from then on you'd spend free period talking shit about people and gossiping about the drama that's currently circulating among the teacher crowd

he texts you sometimes with a "lol i just found something out, i'll tell you at school tom"

and you're always begging him to tell you now

but he insists that he doesn't want a digital footprint of it

you respond by sending him the dancing videos he has all over the internet

"digital footprint my ass, hao"

⠀⠀ sung hanbin ⠀⠀

he wakes you up every time you fall asleep during class

he tries to do it discreetly but because he sits in front and you directly behind him, it's quite obvious what he's trying to do

ends up drawing attention to you anyways

5 out of 10 times the teacher gets mad

hanbin always makes an "oops im so sorry" face

he lends you his notes for the classes you do sleep through tho

starts bringing you coffees from his cafe

from then on you are so so so productive

hanbin jokes that your grades are thanks to him

you agree

⠀⠀ seok matthew ⠀⠀

never brings his own things to school ever

sometimes he shows up with just a water bottle

and you're like?? where are your books? your pen?

every time he needs a pencil or eraser he turns around and asks if he could borrow yours

you have gotten so used to it that you end up preparing two of everything anyways

so whenever the teacher says "pop quiz bring out a sheet of paper", you're already passing him one before he even asks

you always get a ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) from him which is "thank you" in matthew language

⠀⠀ kim taerae ⠀⠀

taerae is always humming in class

or like tapping his pencil against his desk

sometimes both

and it drives you insane

but every time you turn to your left to tell him to stfu

he kinda just smiles at you like ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

so you face front once again and mind your own business

taerae's humming ends up becoming your white noise

sometimes while studying at home, you find yourself missing it

⠀⠀ ricky ⠀⠀

he sits behind you so when he stretches his legs he sometimes accidentally kicks your chair or the things you have on the floor

you always turn around expecting him to ask you a question or smthn

but he just stares back at you in confusion??

one day you were brushing your hair during lunch break and you accidentally left your brush on his table instead of yours

you found him using it the next period before gently placing it back on your desk

he also says stuff like "you look dead today" and hands you a slightly tinted strawberry chapstick

matthew teases the both of you about your "indirect kiss" (chapstick sharing)

ricky tells him to grow up

but he's blushing lol

⠀⠀ kim gyuvin ⠀⠀

the both of you are literally always snickering

gunwook tells you guys to shut up at least 10 times a day

whenever he does that you both end up mocking his "be quiet" face

he drops things often too (calculators, books, his laptop - you name it!) and it makes a loud sound that resonates throughout the room

he also brings way too many snacks, his backpack is like 80% food and 20% school

he passes you notes when he's bored and it's usually dumb prompts like

"if you could turn all the people in this classroom into an animal, what would each person be and why?"

when you don't wanna respond he bribes you with a snack

you laugh at least once a day thanks to gyuvin

⠀⠀ park gunwook ⠀⠀

he's the class president and it's so annoying because he sits right next to you

you literally feel like you're being watched by a hawk 24/7

one time you forgot to do the homework and since there were only 2 minutes left til the bell rings, you think you're in the clear

but you see gunwook about to raise his hand and YOU JUST KNOW he's going to bring it up to the teacher

in an act of desperation you reach for his hand and hold it down chanting "gunwook no pls no pls no pls no pls" in your head

his mind short circuits and he doesn't know why you're holding his hand, but he just stares at it

that effectively distracts him until the bell rang

when class is over you remove your hands from his and go about your day

he's stuck thinking "so, what are we?" in his head

⠀⠀ han yujin ⠀⠀

most peaceful deskmate ever

when he comes back from family trips he always has a souvenir for you

you help each other with homework often too

in fact you're partners with him in just about every project

invites you over to his house to work on said projects together

his mom makes snacks for you guys

one day gyuvin tags along and is like how come there's so much food??? there's never any food when i'm here???

yujin's mom likes you the most, therefore feeds you the most

A/N: i didn't go to a high school with boys so i really don't know what it's like lol

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[talaok]

Good afternoon honey, I was wondering if you could write dark! Joel x plus size reader where the reader is suffering with body image and that night you go out to a club and meet Joel but smut? love the blog🥰

Pairing:Joel Miller x plus size!reader

Warnings: body image problems, negative talk of reader's body and self, smut| dub-con, unprotected p in v sex, a bit of degrading, and dark! Joel

A/n: ok ok ok I've never written a plus-size reader so if this is bad just tell me, honestly, I'll delete it, it's fine (yes I'm really nervous about this, I'm scared it's disrespectful) thank you so much for the ask tho babe💗

The dress looked absolutely horrendous on you. It was too tight and too loose in all the wrong places.

Your curves looked like they were stretching the fabric so much it was gonna tear the moment you took a step, and the makeup on your face now just looked like a pathetic attempt at driving people's attention away from it.

This was a mistake, you sighed, looking at the loser staring back at you from the other side of the mirror.

I should have never agreed to this, It's so fucking stupid.

You mumbled to yourself as you unsuccessfully tried fixing the dress in any way that wouldn't make it look so incredibly ridiculous.

Maybe I can pretend I'm sick or something, 

Maybe I got a really bad headache all the sudden,

Maybe I got fucking infected, I don't know, that would be believable. I can just start making some weird ass noises and I doubt she'd still want to go out with me.

"Hey, you ready?" Kora opened the door, causing all your plans to fall apart with one single action.

"yep" you forced a smile "all ready"

"Great, let's go!"

fuck my life man.

__ __ __

"Are you serious?" you asked, actually kind of mad

"I know, I know, I'm sorry"

"you've just met him" you pointed out, frustration and annoyance lacing your tone.

"I know" she repeated "but-" she sighed, glancing back at the man "he's so hot y/n, I mean-"

you rolled your eyes "Whatever, go have fun, I'm just gonna go home"

"no don't go home, you can have fun without me," she said "Maybe with someone else..." she raised her brows suggestively and you felt one breath away from punching her.

You shot her a look.

Yeah, like anyone would want to "have fun" with me

"what?" she asked, clueless

you stared at her, the same expression in your eyes.

"you know what"

"oh my god," she moaned "again with this thing? Y/n you're hot as fuck, anyone with half a brain cell can see that"

You remained silent.

You hated the pity party of having everyone constantly lie to you about how you looked.

Just tell me the truth. I look like shit.

It's fine, I know it, you know it, the whole world fucking knows it so stop talking to me like I'm a fucking baby and tell me the truth.

I can take it. Trust me, I've been telling it to myself since I was born.

"in fact..." A small smirk tugged at her lips as her eyes focused somewhere behind you " I think somebody definitely noticed" she grinned like an idiot as she stared at someone behind you.

"shut up" you stopped her "You know he's not," you said "He's probably looking at you"

"Oh no" she shook her head, that stupid smile still tugging at her lips "No he's definitely looking at you" She waved at him and you immediately grabbed her hand, forcing it down

"stop! what are you doing!?"

"I'm helping you out" she smirked "You'll thank me later," she said with a wink, turning to walk away but not before chuckling a taunting"Have fun"

Goddamnit

You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks as you sneakily tried to catch a glimpse of whatever Kora was talking about.

She was probably bluffing, you thought as you slowly turned, but just then, you had to think again.

A man was looking at you, no, not looking, staring.

His eyes were pointed at you like a viewfinder in a gun. 

He was sat at a table alone, an empty beer bottle clutched in one hand, and the other one relaxed on his leg.

He looked focused, like a tiger watching a gazelle.

His salt and pepper beard suggested he was older, and so did the lines across his forehead.

But most of all... his eyes were the tell.

His deep brown eyes staring back at yo-

shit

You turned away.

Fuck

I was staring at him,

You clutched your purse to leave, but a voice stopped you in your tracks.

"hi sweetheart"

He sounded exactly how you'd imagined.

You turned to him, your eyes glimmering with shame

"hi" you breathed "Sorry if I bothered you"

He chuckled "A pretty thing like you could never bother me"

he sat down "Besides," he said "I was staring at you first"

You forced a chuckle as an awkward silence fell between you.

"I saw your friend left," he said, sitting down on the stool next to you,

"yeah" You nodded "She does that a lot"

"that's too bad" he cooed "well maybe not entirely" he considered, something switching in his tone.

"What's your name sweetheart?"

"I-I'm y/n"

"y/n" he let your name roll out his mouth with ease "pretty name for a pretty lady" he commented, "I'm Joel"

"nice to meet you" you mumbled, stumbling over your own words.

Was he coming onto you? 

"the pleasure's all mine darling"

He definitely was

But, like... why?

"I'm sorry-do you- do you know my friend?"

He grinned, his white teeth showing "no,"

"she didn't like, tell you to come here or anything?"

A small laugh fled his throat "no sweetheart"

"oh" you breathed "so you came here 'cause..." you trailed off, 

" 'cause you caught my eye from the moment you entered, and when I saw your friend leave you here all alone, I couldn't not offer a bit of company"

You felt a shy smile spill from your lips

" 'got a pretty smile angel" he smirked 

"t-thank you" 

He chuckled again "Why are you so nervous sweetheart?" he asked, his hand traveling to your thigh and stopping all oxygen from getting to your lungs "Is it me? Am I so scary?" his voice got lower as he inched closer "I don't bite y'know?" he joked "not unless you want me to"

A small gasp fled your throat, making him chuckle.

"what is it, angel?"

"I-I'm sorry I'm just not- used to this"

"Now I don't believe that" he murmured "A sweet thing like you?"

"I just-"

"What?"

"nevermind"

"If you want we could go back to my place, and you can tell me all about it with a little more privacy" he suggested, "what do you say?"

Your cheeks were as red as the fire burning in his eyes.

"I-" you stuttered

"I can show you a good time angel"

"I'm sorry" you breathed, leaning away "I'm-I'm sorry I have to go to the bathroom" You stumbled over your own words, clutching your purse and rushing off the stool and through the groups of people in the club.

You didn't even realize you were bumping and hitting every person in your trajectory as all you were focused on was that damn door right in the corner.

Oh my god, what felt like the first actual breath you'd taken in ten full minutes, finally left your mouth as you entered the bathroom.

"oh my god," you mumbled to yourself, walking to the sink to look at your reflection in the mirror.

"what the fuck was that?" you sighed 

Am I dreaming? Is that it?

If that's it this is not funny brain.

I'm so confused,

This is... I mean this is just-

What the fuck is this?

He's hot. Like hot hot and I'm... You looked at yourself, and I'm me.

You took a deep breath, looking around you.

The green stalls were empty, and the music was still blaring from the other side of the door.

You could still picture him, feel him. He was so close to you, and you could feel every molecule of your being dancing as his hand remained on your leg.

God, what the fuck

I don't even know how old he is.

And just then, the door opened.

You turned the faucet on to pretend to be washing your hands, but a voice startled you.

"there you are"

Your eyes snapped open

"T-This is the women's bathroom"

Joel smirked, "you thought you could get away from me that easily?" he asked, taking a step towards you.

"I-" you took a step back, but he followed.

"I was being nice there," he said "complimented you and shit" 

Your back was to a stall and he was right before you.

"and what did you do?" he asked "you ran"

"I didn't mean to, I was j-"

"what, angel?" he mocked "You got shy?"

"well don't you worry" His hand went to your chin, tilting it up "I'll fix that right up" He took another step, imprisoning you "I'll help you out sweetheart, mh?"

Your mouth gaped open to say something, but before you could, his lips were on yours, and his hands on your back were forcing you flush against him.

His tongue moved into your mouth as he quite literally shoved you into the stall behind you, pressing you against the closed door.

"thought you could get away from me?" he growled, kissing your neck as his hands roamed on your body, one of them roughly grabbing your ass "Thought I was just gonna let you go?" he asked, now looking at you.

"oh no angel" he kissed your mouth "I have to have you" he murmured "And I will" He kissed you again, and this time, you found yourself reciprocating.

This was wrong and scary and weird, and still... countless butterflies filled your belly.

"there you go" he praised you "That's a good girl" He moved some hair out of your face " 'knew you wanted this too," he said "knew you'd be good, angel" He smirked before you felt his hands go to your waist.

"turn around for me"

With a little push from him, you did, finding your cheek flush against the door.

"god baby" his hands took in every inch of you, adoration clear in his tone "Wanted to fuck this body of yours since I first saw you" he explained, as he slowly rolled your dress up to your waist until only your panties were left to cover you.

"it's what you wanted too, isn't it," he asked, suddenly grabbing your arms to force them together behind your back "You wanted to be fucked like a little slut didn't you?" he continued as his hand pulled your panties down, the cold hitting your core "didn't you angel?" he urged, his grip tightening as he kissed your neck again.

"I-" You didn't know what to say. you were feeling too many things at once.

"Tell me you want this" he breathed, and you heard his zipper being undone.

"tell me you want this angel," he asked again, his hot breath on the skin of your neck "C'mon, I know you do"

" I do" you admitted, and you felt him smirk.

"that's right" He nodded, positioning himself at your entrance "and you're gonna get it" he promised, pushing himself into you hard.

"fuck" Your moan resembled more of a scream as you tightened your fists on your back

"What angel, can't take it?" he taunted, speeding up " 's too big for you little slut?"

"y-yes" you begged, making him chuckle "I can't take it"

"yes you can" he groaned "You're gonna take it all in this little tight pussy and you're not gonna complain about it, understand?"

"understand?" he asked again, his threatening voice spilling in your ear.

"y-yes I'm sorry"

"good girl" he praised, resuming his violent pace, as a cry fled your mouth and tears filled your eyes.

He smacked your ass and you gasped, but before you could let out a moan, his hand covered your mouth.

The door had opened, and two women had walked in.

"we gotta be quiet, angel" he whispered to your ear

"can you be quiet for me?"

"can you be a good little girl and keep that pretty mouth shut for me?

"mh-mh" you nodded, your breathing made difficult by his hand on your mouth

"atta girl," he said, still fucking you, but much slower, and to your dismay, much deeper.

He was hitting undiscovered spots inside of you, and the mix of the pain from his cock stretching you with the pleasure of each thrust was making it really hard not to moan.

"fuck" he groaned softly in your ear "You've got the tightest little pussy angel," he said "Squeezing me so good" he breathed " like it's made for me"

You whined

"Like you were made to be my little slut" he whispered "and have this little cunt abused by my cock"

Your eyes were wide shut, your orgasm approaching as he kept hitting you so fucking well.

"you coming angel?" he asked and you nodded "We're gonna come together" he purred "I'm gonna fill you up real good" his breathing was ragged "and then you're gonna get out there and dance with my come leaking down your thighs"

"you understand?"

You nodded 

"no cleaning up," he said "I want everyone to know how much of a slut you are" 

The women's voices resumed. Or maybe they never stopped. You had no idea of what was happening beside your impending orgasm.

"fuck" he groaned "Such a good fucking slut" he whispered, his head falling in the crook of your neck, as the door opened again and the women finally got out.

His hand left your mouth

"you coming angel?"

"y-yes"

"then let it all out baby"

[hysteria-things]

hey so im ovulating and gentle sex sounds good rn so like give me a moment

Chris and you have been married for around a week. Due to Chris having commitment issues and trust issues you guys never really did anything intimate, other than cuddle and have long, sloppy make-out sessions. Your honeymoon was going great, you guys settled into a quiet beach house. It was beautiful and quiet with no one around. Chris had been extra touchy these last few days, always rubbing your waist, kissing you, having his hand rest on your hip or ass, touching the inside of your thigh. You knew, maybe to well, it was time, you knew Chris isnt a virgin and is experienced, but you, my dear, are a virgin. You've touched yourself, yeah, a few times, but never really went in there, deep. To say that you were nervous was an understatement. The evening before you guys had dinner in this beautiful fancy restaurant, came home, made out (obviously) then went to bed, A CLASSIC!

Morning rolls around, jeepers, you barely open your eyes, you stretch, the soft, cotton pjs rolling up to your hips, you turn to Chris as you lay on your stomach - teehee, i luv my husband. - you think to yourself, you just wanna play with his hair and kiss all his freckles one by one. You carefully remove a strand of hair off his face, kissing his cheek, you can't help but notice the log in his boxers - they weren't kidding when they said that morning boners are the best. - you felt a little flustered but brushed it off as you didn't wanna stare a little too much and have him catching you, that would be humiliating. You wrap your arms around Chris' neck in hopes to wake him up, the wind from the open window blows on you both, causing him to stir awake, he groans as his eyes flutter open. You stare at him lovingly.

"good mornin'." he says, OH MY GOOOOOOOOOD, that raspy morning voice he has makes you want to claw at his skin.

"Morning." You smile, giving him a peck on the cheek.

"You're so stinkin' cute." He says, pulling you closer so you lay on his chest whilst he's laying down, each one of your legs on opposite sides od his lower waist, your ass a little above his cock. "That's why i love you tho." He giggles, lightly tickling your sides.

You giggle, squirming on him, you accidently rub against his cock, causing him to groan

"ooup- sorry-sorry-" You apologise, chuckling as you look at him.

"it's 'kay, don't worry." He says, he sits up against the headboard with you on his lap, he looks at you lovingly before connecting his lips with yours. Your lips danced together, it was so passionate, so full of love - so gentle. Chris wrapped his arms around your back, edging you closer, you arch your back as an instinct, causing a hum to leave his mouth. He rubs your hips, your back, runs his hands all over you, everywhere, he needs you, oh my lady, so so so bad. He plays with the hem of your shirt.

"Can i take this off?" He asks, as he looks deep into your eyes, you nod, lifting your hands up so he can take your shirt off. He slips your shirt off, and you have no bra on, god, this felt so embarassing and so.... hot at the same time. You flush a pinkish like colour.

"mmmh- so fuckin' beautiful." He says, running his fingers gently over your chest, making sure to be gentle with your tits. You moan, you look away, completely shy now.

He chuckles. " ma, 'ts okay, look at me." He says, cupping your chin as he turns your head back to face him, he smiles. "theeere's my girl. calm down hun, i gotchu." He says, smirking.

"you want this?" He asks, looking into your eyes again, deep - as if he sees your soul.

"i'm sure, chris, fuck - i love you." You reply, pressing a kiss onto his lips as he smiles, kissing you back passionately, one of his hands cupping your tit as the other roams along your back.

"i love you, i'll be gentle - so so gentle. If you need me to stop or if you need a break, tell me to stop and i'll be as still as a board." He says, moving a strand of your hair out the way. " 'kay?" He asks.

"i trust you." You say, biting your lip as his lips tease the soft skin of your tits. Your hands roam behind his head, your fingers running through his soft brown hair.

After 10 minutes of fore-play, chris and you are both currently naked, chris' cock red and wet from the precum and you hovering ontop of it.

"Spit." He says, bringing a hand up to your mouth as you spit into it. He then proceeds to pump his cock a few times with your spit.

"Are you sure your ready?" You ask, knowing how chris can be a little unsure and scared.

" 'm sure, mamas." He says, his eyes full of love.

"I love you." He replies to his words from before.

"i love you too." You reply, swallowing as you feel the tip of his cock entering your tight hole. God, it hurts, it's painful. Chris stops a little, you breathe.

"It hurts?" Chris coo's. " i gotchu, calm down, baby, relax."

A little longer and Chris is buried deep inside you, a few tears rolling down your cheeks.

"There there- you can handle it, such a good girl, hm?" He praises, you nod, your mouth opens but no words spill out.

Chris chuckles, you flush red. "Tell me when to move, 'kay?" You nod.

"go." You say, your breath hitching as you feel every detail od his cock in you.

His pace is slow, the room filled with whimpers and moans, he connects his lips with yours, he keeps hitting that sweet spot all over and over again. Fuck - you came already, you whine, feeling embarassed.

" 'ts okay, pretty girl , come on, let yourself go, let me take care of you." Chris says, his pace quickening.

"mh-mmphm- chri-s!" You moan, your hands clawing into his shoulders.

Chris whines, he places your tit in his mouth while his other hand rubs your back.

"doin' so good for me ma- " he says before getting cut off by a moan, he kisses the tears that are staining your face.

"such a sweet girl, hm?" He praises, groaning as he feels himself getting closer.

You connect your lips with his again, grinding your hips on his hard erection as you moan, feeling him abuse that sweet spot. He grips your hips, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he groans, filling you with his seed.

"Such a good girl, fuck, i love you.." he pants, flipping you over on the bed so you're laying down and he's inbetween you.

i got lazy sorry ooppsieeeee😔😔💔💔❗️❗️

LOVEY DOVEY CHRIS!!! PLEASE SAVE ME LOVEY DOVEY CHRIS!!!

I HEART THIS SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA OMG.

[yukieya]

short lil cute scenario to feed on my delusions 🫠

genre : fluff !! some suggestive stuff in the end,,but nothing bad tho! maybe..

pairing : luca kaneshiro x fem! reader

scenario : you just got home from work, your husband was waiting for you and was really craving for your touch !

you decided to work yourself to death, not literally though but you were almost on the verge of dying.

after working your ass off to give yourself a fresh start tomorrow, you silently celebrate and stretch your arms out in victory.

“ that was a lot of work.. i think i got a backache from that. “

you sighed in relief staring at your well done work and the stack of papers you finished, getting your stuffs and other valuables. You’re finally on your way home, completely forgetting the fact you live with a golden retriever husband.

after parking your car in the garage, you unlocked the door and was greeted with a tight hug by none other than your husband, Luca.

“ i missed you.. “ he mumbled out, nuzzling his face against your collarbone and giving it soft kisses while you on the other end, dropped your items on the floor in shock.

“ a-ah.. you did huh?.. “ you gave him an apologetic smile, caressing his soft blonde locks as he continues giving your collarbone soft kisses and leaving marks on it. “ l-luca..– w-wait, how am i gonna!– “ your sentence was cut off with luca, biting onto your collarbone which made you let out a whimper.

“ just wear a sweater to work tomorrow.. “ he’d whine out in desperation while slowly putting his lips making his way down to your waist, marking you his as you try to prevent your noise.

“ l-luca!– “ you exclaimed that made luca snap out of his trance, looking back at you in confusion as he pouts, “ you took too loong.. “ he whined, making you stand up properly as you giggle at him.

“ soorryy.. i decided to finish some papers to give myself a fresh start tomorrow.. the boss is so annoying and hates my guts. “ you’d scoff by the mention of your boss, crossing your arms.

“ do you want me to kill him– “ ,“ NO- no.. i don’t think so.. not yet. “

luca decided to stay silent and stare at you, mostlyyourwaistandhips as he held you by the waist and give you his pleading eyes “ can you help me with.. you know.. “ he shyly asked, slowly sliding his hand under your skirt and the other is sliding itself under your shirt, cupping your breasts to which you responded with a quiet gasp.

“ you trust me right?.. “

and the other scenario you can come up with your own imagination~

[stonertora]

Hawks with a dragon hybrid s/o

minors dni! NSFW

warnings: creampies, anal, pp in v, bloodkink (ig?), squirting, choking, spit

Fluff:

i feel like his favorite bodypart would be your wings, simply because they are way bigger than his own, at least twice his size

your wings would be made of skin, he loves touching them, they're so soft and warm

he also loves stroking your horns, they’re so colorful and match your tail

speaking of your tail, he loves it when you two cuddle and you wrap your strong tail around his waist or leg, it makes his feel safe, he’s used to make others feel safe, so it was new to him to be the one feeling safe

he just thinks you look so cute but majestic at the same time, he’d treat you like the goddess you are

would definitely show you off to everyone

your eyes have the key to his heart fr, man was totally flabbergasted when he first looked at them, feeling completely lost and devoured to you

he loves watching you eat or laugh, tbh everything you do that shows your fangs, which have a weird influence on him, but in a good way,man’s totally obsessed with them

NSFW:

usually you’re the dominant, at least in your past realationships, he’d be the only one to dom you, for sure

the first times having sex with him were weird to you, being the submissive one was completely new and unknown to you, you definitely needed some time to get used to that

but you learned to completely trust him after some time, but that didn’t mean that you would make it easy for him tho 😏

jokes on him, he absolutely loves it when you ride him and choke him tho. it drives him insane, letting you have control of his breathing, his life at the very moment

he’s also so in love with your lil plump ass, you can’t get away without 2 spankings a day, at least. he mostly likes it covered in his cum

he’s always down to fuck your tight lil asshole tho. Man’s not horny rn? jus turn around and shake your cute lil ass for him, and he’s ready to to

don’t you dare tease this bird man though, he will 100% pin you down the same moment and will happily put a dildo in you pussy, a butt plug in your lil hole and a vibrator on your clit. he won’t fuck you tho. he’ll tie you up to your shared bed and leave you there for hours, and prolly watch tv while he eats sum nuggets he got from kfc later that evening

being a dragon hybrid you also have something similar to his mating season, but it’s more about fucking than love , at least it’s also about spring time. when this time comes, you two always take at least two to three weeks off work

he’s a whore for your wet cunt, he’d always tell you about how ,,it’s just made for me” or how it’s like ,,your cunt is shaped for my cock”, he’s also cumming in you a lot, cause it feels like you’re closer to each other, or maybe just because you look just so pretty, face all red from crying, his big cock fully inside your throbbing pussy, clit all swollen from the circles he rubbed in 10 mins earlier, his cum dripping out of your stretched out hole, ruining the sheets

you’re a whore for his neck kiss sessions, soft lips caressing the flesh of your soft skin, short little moans leaving your throat, just so desperate for him, hoping for him to cover your soft flesh in purple love bites for everyone else to see ❤️

once he bit down you neck a little too hard, making you bleed, he felt so bad and kept apologizing for hurting his princess, but at the same time it made his blood flush to his cock, he was ashamed about it at first, who would like seeing his s/o hurt or even bleed? jokes on you, it’s him, he does. it drives him crazy seeing how the thick red liquid matches with your pale skin, he can’t explain it

let’s not forget about that he has to work a lot, due being the number 2 pro hero of Japan, so when you get home all stressed about work and he’s not able to just fuck you, he’s always more than happy to help you realax. just sit on his face, and don't you worry about your weight, he would die a happy death, if he would suffocate between your thic thighs. he just wants to please his princess

one time he wouldn't stop fingering you, even tho you told him that you actually had to pee. long story short, you couldn't handle another orgasm and started squirting. the sheets getting covered in hot liquid, you were so embarrassed, Keigo on the other side, just unlocked a new kink.

he loves to spit in your mouth, your pussy or on your tits or stomach, but mainly in your mouth or pussy, it’s something that shows how intimate you allow him to be with you, how much you trust him

[wolfish-trickster]

Unknown, Uni, Us

University AU

Choso x female!reader

1/?

Word count: 2.2K

Summary: After entering university and taking down your rose tinted glasses you saw how ugly your highschool friends' personalities really were. You even start to think you'll spend the rest of your university life all alone. Little did you know you caught the eye of a quiet goth guy with a reputation. Will your heart be ever able to trust someone, anyone, again?

Warnings: typos, angst, fluff, slowburn, slow beginings, slightly ooc

Taglist: no one yet

'Aminoacid,' was your first thought of the day. You'd be surprised if it wasn't to be honest. You wasted an entire sunny weekend studying organic chemistry. Not that you had any test or anything. You just knew that sooner or later you would've have to sit down and study it. And since you didn't have any plans you decided to hit the books now.

As usual, you woke up slightly before your alarm clock. You stretched for your phone and turned it off before it can wake anyone up. You were one of the lucky people that were born in the same city as their dream university so you decided to save time and energy and stayed with your parents. Not that you had any other place to stay, really.

After couple of minutes in the bathroom and packing your lunch you had made last night into your bag you put on a warm coat, plugged your ears with earphones and left the house. Streets were dark and mostly lonely. It was december. 5.50 am. You cursed whoever came up with having a class this early. Especially when the sun wasn't even up yet. Even though you would've done anything to be back in your warm bed you still appreciated the atmosphere. Leafless trees with their branches curled and twisted like claws ready to snatch you, slight fog hovering above the empty road, yellow streetlamps softly illuminating everything around dressing the whole scenery into an orange coat.

It wasn't long till you reached the tram taking you straight to the school. As always, it was empty. Meaning you could sit wherever you wanted with no disturbances whatsoever. In fear of sleeping through your stop you blasted the music into full maximum and forced your eyes to look out the window. Everything was so quiet and still. Only this one week and then you have holidays when you can study for your finals all you want. If only it snowed tho.

After mere 30 minutes the tram announced your stop. You hopped off and walked upstairs, along a pavement, more stairs and finally through the main gate. The inside of the school mirrored the outside. Nobody there. Just you.

The entire school consisted of four interconnected buldings with the entrance being in the second one. Your class was in the third one on the third floor. A long way to go in these morning hours. You still had around 8 minutes so you were fine.

However after making it to the correct room the door was locked. Weird, it's usually opened with the professor already waiting and taking attendance. You looked around the hall but it didn't look like anyone else was comming. You checked your phone. The class should start- THREE MINUTES AGO?

You were confused beyond belief. This was your first year here but you knew your professors enough already to know they are never late. Not this one at least. There must be an explanation.

You turned on your phone data and went to check your mail. Sure enough, the professor sent a mail last night saying the class is off. And not only for your group but all groups. You knew of at least two more groups who had this class at the same time as yours, just in a different room.

"Seriously man?" you groaned and slowly made your way downstairs. Going back home would be a waste of time. Staying here and taking a nap on some couch is the only option for right now.

Your only luck was that you will have the so called "chill zone" all to yourself. You took your sweet time walking into the second building again and dropping yourself onto the biggest couch like a sack of potatoes. The sun just started to rise and it already cleaned out some of the morning fog.

You stretched and took off your coat. Now only to figure out what to do in the meantime. Sleeping is out of the question. So is playing on the phone. You can't let your battery die half way through the day again.

The only option currently on your mind is to sketch. You pulled out your chemistry notebook, found an empty page and as you were about to pull oit your beloved mechanical pen you heard footsteps. You froze but then relaxed. What if it's just a professor going to his own class? Or a cleaner doing her job? You have to stop being this paranoid.

However it wasn't a professor or a cleaner. From right around the corner a messy bedhead of a hair along with its owner showed up and sat not too far from you on the couch. Your heartbeat picked up on speed. You knew this guy. Not personally, you've seen him on bunch of your classes since he was a fellow freshman. Rumor was going around that he murdered his own brother. Some say it was an accident, some claim it was intentionally.

Either way, he looked scary enough for you to slowly shuffle to the very corner of the couch. Why was he here? Did he not see the mail as well?

He turned his head to you and you quickly looked away.

"Hi," he said.

"Hello," you greeted back.

Silence. An awkward long silence.

You decided to break it. "You didn't see the email either, did you?"

He shook his head.

"Yeah, me neither."

Another silence. Why did he greet you if he didn't have any intentions of talking with you in the first place. Anyways, you took few deep breaths and decided to not let him bother you. You pulled out your trusty mechanical pencil and started sketching whatever came to your mind.

You were so concentrated on your work you almost didn't hear him.

"Sorry?"

"I asked what are you studying," he repeated.

"Oh, um," tell him the truth or lie? You chose truth. "Actually I'm not studying," i turn around my notebook to show him some doodles among the notes you took during class, "just killing time."

He looked at them and hummed. "They're not so bad."

"Thanks," you answer timidly and continue on. However another of his comment stops you.

"Do you draw often?"

"Not really, just when I'm bored."

You would've loved to continue the conversation but you just didn't know how. Ask him what he does when he's bored? Yeah, that sounds good.

"Do you-"

"Why are-" he said at the same time.

"Oh sorry I-"

"No, it's fine, you can go on. What were you saying?"

"Well," you took a breath in, "I was about to ask you if you have anything you like to do when you're bored."

"Oh," he said and stayed silent for a while. You started to panic. Did you say something wrong?

After a while he replied. "I like to listen to music mainly. But that's about it."

Now this can be turned into a conversation. "Really? What genre? Do you have a favourite band?"

He chuckled. "I'm pretty sure you can guess both of them," he pointed at his hoodie. There was a logo all across the front. BTH. Is that?

"YOU LISTEN TO BRING ME THE HORIZON?" you said louder than intended and quickly covered your mouth. "Sorry," you squeeled a little to high and cringed at yourself.

He waved his hand. "It's fine, no one's here anyways. I'm surprised you know them. No offense but you don't really look like the type to listen to it."

"Yeah, I hear that a lot."

And once again an unwanted awkward silence came back. Thankfully it didn't last long.

"Are you a freshman here as well? I noticed your chemistry notes."

You glanced at your still opened notebook. "Yeah, I am. And so are you."

"Yeah. My name's Choso by the way," he said and extended his hand for you to shake.

You smiled and took it. "Y/N."

His hand was bigger than yours, warmer than yours and he had rough palms. You're not so sure if you wanted to know from what though. Either way, it has been so long since you've experience any kind of touch or intimacy that this skin to skin contact sent shivers down your spine.

To your silent disappointment he let your hand go.

"How did your organic chemistry midterms go?" He asked oit of the blue.

"Uhm, first one 80% and second 69%. Why?"

He nodded. "You're smart then. I barely scored above the minimum required," he chuckled an rubbed the back of his neck. "Do you have any lifehacks to srudying or any advice to help me pass finals?"

"Well," you thought for a while. "Nothing really. Just keep writing the sequences over and over and over again. Learn the patterns. Otherwise it's just memorizing. I won't be much of a help, sorry."

"Nah, it's fine. At least I asked," he lened back on the couch and you felt like the conversation was over. Was it? You don't want it over. Wait, you don't? This is the guy who had murder rumour going around about him. Ah, screw it.

"Wait," you said and flipped through the notebook while Choso turned his torso towards you again, "here. I wrote down all patterns. It's basically a summary of all classes we took up until now. If you want you can take a picture. Maybe it will help you study."

Choso's mouth turned upwards slightly. "Thanks."

He took the notebook from you and took some pictures. It felt nice. As if you two were friends.

Jnfortunately you two didn't talk more. But you felt like neither of you minded. You weren't the one to talk too much anyways, and he didn't look like the chatty type either.

Time passed, the sun got higher and the space around you got more and more crowded.

You checked the clock on your phone. "Well, i better get going. My next class is in a different building," you collected your things and stood up.

As did he. "Yeah, mine too. Mind if i tag along?"

"Nope, not at all."

As expected the journey to the front of the auditorium was quiet. You didn't mind anymore. The main thing was that he was nice to you. You chuckled to yourself. How low did you go to be grateful for people to be polite to you.

"What's made yoj laugh?" He asked.

"Oh, nothing. Just irony of life."

"Care to share?" He asked again with a kind of a flirtatious smile.

You waved your hand. "Maybe later."

He nodded.

You smiled at him. Is this a new friendship you see? Your almost happy mood got suddenly ruined by a familiar figure already waiting infront of your destination. Once she saw you her eyes lit up and walked towards you. "Heeey, long time no see."

You put on a smile. "Yeah, hi. How have you been?"

"Oh just awful, you remember that bitch from class 3C back jn highschool, well she-"

"I don't."

"Well doesn't matter, point is she unfollowed all of us on instagram!"

You stared at her. "So?"

"So? What do you mean so?"

"What i mean is none of us ever talked to her anymore so makes sense she would unfollow."

Your friend folded her arms. "She's still a bitch for that. And if you only saw what kind of tiktoks she's posting. A total NPC behaviour."

Choso cleared his throat. "I guess I'll be going then."

You mentally cursed her for ruining your new blossoming friendship. "No, it's okay. You usually sit alone right? You can sit with me today, if you want. Stella over here usually sits with her group."

"Hey, don't try to get rid of me. All of us can sit together! By the way I'm Stella."

Choso nodded. "Choso."

The professor showed up earlier than usual and unlocked auditorium. Every student started to jam themselves into the front, as if all the seats will get taken. You didn't mind. You took your time and waited till the chaos in the front calmed down. Choso stood beside you.

Suddenly you felt his breath brush your ear. "Who's that Stella girl?"

So he's taken an interest in her now? Stella isn't exactly ugly, a little plump with long dark wavy hair and just enough makeup to enhance her features. If only he knew what kind of a snake she can be.

"She's my highschool classmate."

"Nothing more than that? No friend or anything?"

"Why are you asking?"

Choso shrugged. "You tensed up when she spoke to us."

You quickly turned to look at him, surprise in your eyes.

He put his index finger to his lips. "I won't tell her. She seems like she conciders you a good friend."

You gulped. "Well I wished she didn't," you looked away. You shook your head and hugged yourself as a comfort. "It's a long story."

He didn't say anything. Just put his hand in the middle of your back and pushed you with him towards the entrance door to the auditorium. The class was starting.

[stillfrownyclownlol]

Happy bday to the girlflop/girlboss/girl ever. I wrote some a few days ago while I was at the doctors but I deleted them by accident so you get these instead. (Shout out to the whole four people who saw that post 🤧)

-doesnt see the point in celebrating/making it a big deal, she's only ever celebrated with her parents and *maybe* some relatives, and Ash never really liked going out, so it's just...always been a really small thing for her at home.

-embarrassing for her but she has a mild phobia of balloons because the sound is really painful for her when they pop, so they're forbidden at her birthday parties- (Aiden learned that the hard way-)

-her taste in cake is just chocolate...like not even any frosting or anything...she'll eat like 3-4 slices tho she tends to indulge herself a lot on sweets.

-(hugging my pillow) she likes comic books (kicking my feet in bed) she's not a big reader but she prefers comic books way more! As we all know she is a Spiderman Stan and we love her for that. It started when she was hiding in her parents closet (it was noisy outside) and found some old comics from like the 90s in the back...her parents were so stressed looking for her meanwhile she was just lying on her belly flipping through them, it helped her with the noise from outside :)

-Pizza > burgers. But she just likes cheese pizza with pepperoni thats all- her taste in food is kinda bland akdgksh

-she's actually like, mildly interested in makeup (as in a "Oh that looks nice" kind of way) but the texture feel on her face is so bad and she hates it so she can't have makeup on for like more than an hour because she'll ruin it lmao 🫠 She prefers to watch Taylor do hers. She's fine with Taylor painting her nails, but she starts peeling it as soon as it flakes.

-when she was little she absolutely refused to cut her hair because she despised anybody besides her parents touching it, as she got older she just kinda accepted like "well why would I cut it now". Tyler offering to cut it was a little weird for her, but she likes how he does it so she's fine with it. She trusts Ben to be careful and because she knows braiding it helps him relax, and Aiden...Aiden is...Aiden 😮‍💨

-Bad artist, finds it frustrating to draw. In that sense she admires Ben, Aiden, and Logan's artwork.

-stunningly average student except for athletics. Her grade in PE wasn't that high because she wouldn't team up or show enthusiasm, but it went up after she made friends and started grouping with them. (She did buddy back stretches with Aiden ONCE and he lifted her off her feet and since then she won't do it with him anymore-)

-is not enjoying puberty. She has a lot of joint pain from growing, and a sweating problem- her and Logan talk about deodorants. And her periods are like "sit in the shower and think about life" kind of bad (projecting a little)

-when she was little, before she started ballet, she liked to dance around the house when she was alone.

-Bad at responding to affection and compliments, her brain just kind of. Switches off. She's really pale so you can see her blush easily lol

-cuz its pride month have a queer hc <3. Having a crush makes her feel like she's dying, she hates it a lot (I mean Aidlyn but you can project it onto any ship~), it took her till she was an adult to realize she fell under the demi category (but she's not a big label person)

[coquitokisses]

Trusting Again | chapter 013: nightmares

Word count: 2628

A/n: we’re back to the povs for a brief moment lol also, it’s been a month since last chapter (again, yes) it’s March, Bucky’s bday <3

series masterlist • previous chapter • next chapter

~ C A T ‘ S P O V ~

“I don’t understand, there are some very pretty girls who work at the compound, why didn’t you asked one of them out?” I said to Sam as I stretched my arms over my head

It’s like 7 pm and I came with him to his daily walk. Yes, I walk every morning with Bucky, but I wasn’t doing anything when Sam asked me so I just came with him to keep him some company. And because I was bored.

“Dude, I wasn’t looking to date any of them.” He shrugged “Besides, they’re younger than me.”

“Maybe that’s what you need.”

“No, what I need is to not look for a girl.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re just like Steve.”

“But Steve has only had one girl and it’ll always be that way.” He replied

“Yeah, true.” I smiled a little “That’s kinda cute.”

“It is.” He nodded “You want something like that?”

“Well, not exactly like that, but it would be nice.” I shrugged

“What about Ryder?”

“Did you know he was older than me?” I turned to look at him

“Yeah, five years, right?”

“Yeah, something like that.” I nodded “I don’t think it was gonna last anyways so.”

“What are you talking about? He was totally into you.”

“I was into him too, but I think that eventually we weren’t gonna keep going.”

“But why? You worked together.”

“Because of that exactly.” I replied “I’ve seen other agents and people from work that have dated and it doesn’t end too well.”

“I like Ryder, he’s a nice guy.”

I nodded. “He really is.”

And I wasn’t lying. He’s a very nice guy. And very cute too. But at the end of the day, we were kinda different and I know that it wasn’t gonna last very long because of that. Even tho it was starting to get serious when I left New York. But oh well, nothing I can do now really.

“Let’s go home, I’m getting hungry, dude.” Sam spoke

“Wait! Can we go to that bakery you went the other day?” I said

“Yeah, sure, it’s not too far from the apartment, we can make a quick stop.” He replied “Why?”

“Tomorrow’s Bucky’s birthday!”

“But he said that he didn’t want us to sing him happy birthday.”

“I know, but I just wanna get him at least a muffin or something.” I said “Is it open? Can we go?”

“Yes, it’s still open and of course we can go.” He nodded “You guys are not arguing as much anymore.”

I laughed. “Well we kinda made a peace treaty.. sometimes I wanna hit him with a pan, but yeah, we get along pretty well.”

“That’s good.”

“Or maybe he just pities me because of everything that happened after I let him go in Austria.” I shrugged

Sam just laughed. “Nah, I think he just likes you, that’s all.” He said “He’s a nice guy.”

“Well look at you, saying nice things about him after you were opposed to the idea of saving him.” I tilted my head a little

He rolled his eyes. “Alright! I was wrong, I admit it.”

I just laughed at his response.

We decided to walk back to the apartment, stopping at the bakery first to get the muffins obviously, and once I bought them, we left.

* idk what to write now so let’s just skip this part lmao *

* hours later *

(also, this is written in 3rd person)

2:43 am and Cat just got up from the bed after having one of the most vivid nightmares she’s ever had. She looked out the window taking deep breaths to try and calm herself down and after a few minutes, her breathing went back to normal and her hands were no longer shaking. She looked down to her dark blue colored toenails before taking a deep breath. Every time she has a nightmare she feels like something is going to happen and she hates that feeling. She’s aware that she’s not completely safe and that one day the other shoe will drop.

She shook her head slightly trying to shake away those thoughts and decided to get out of her room. When she was walking towards the kitchen, not much to her surprise, she saw Bucky sitting on the couch with his head rested back. She walked to the living room and sat right next to him. He already knew it was her even though he had his eyes closed.

“Hi.” She said softly

He turned his head to look at her. “Hi.” He replied, his voice a little raspy than usual after being quiet for so long “Trouble sleeping?”

Her lips curved into a little smile because she remembered that she asked him the same thing back when they were still in Denmark. “Yeah.”

“Still having nightmares?” He asked and she just nodded in response

“How about you? What’s keeping you awake?”

“Same thing.” He replied turning his head in the same position it was before Cat got there

She looked at him, brows frowning a little feeling a bit worried because she knew how it felt. “You had a nightmare?”

“I’ve been having them.”

“Been having them?” She questioned “Since when?”

He shrugged. “Since I’ve been myself basically.”

So technically, since 2014.

“So that’s why you can’t sleep.” She said and he nodded “Why didn’t you say something?”

“I thought they would eventually stop.” He looked back at her

“But they haven’t.” She added and he shook his head “What are they about?”

“Like memories.” He let out a sigh “From when I was the winter soldier.”

“Do you.. wanna talk about it?” She asked softly

“Not really.”

“Do you want me to go?”

“No.” He replied and just stared at her for a few seconds “Wanna talk about yours?”

She shrugged. “If you wanna hear it.”

“I’ll always hear you, doll.”

That made her feel really good deep inside. She has been noticing that he’s very attentive and she really likes that.

“Well.. it was about this girl I had to kill.” She replied “My first kill, actually.”

“How old were you?”

“Seven, I think.” She said pulling her legs up to the couch “They made the more agile ones kill the weaker ones.. I was the first to kill one of the weaker ones.”

“You were literally kids.”

“Yeah, well, they didn’t really cared.” She shrugged “They were turning us into weapons basically.”

“You didn’t turn out like that.” He looked at her

“Well, I’ve managed to leave that behind.” She nodded slightly “But I, uh, I’ve done some.. horrible things at such a young age that it shocks me sometimes.”

“But it wasn’t because you wanted to.”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, what if they dug enough to get that side of me out?”

“I refuse to believe that.”

“You don’t know the things I’ve done..”

“You don’t know the things I’ve done either, in fact, I don’t think you know half of them.”

“That’s different.” She shook her head “You weren’t in control.”

“You weren’t either, you were just a kid, they literally manipulated you into thinking that that is what you are.” He said “And after all these years, after all the good things that has happened to you since you got out, it’s still affecting you.”

“You know, Steve asked for my help to find you because I was willing to do what he couldn’t, right?” She told him “He said that he needed me because I was just as ruthless as you were when you were the winter soldier and he said that I was the perfect person to help him because I don’t hesitate, I would’ve done anything to bring you with us, even if I had to kill you.”

“Yet here we are now.” He turned his body a little so he could face her more “You didn’t even made an effort to kill me, on the contrary, you tried to talk to me, that shows that you’re not what they made you.”

“You know? This is how you should talk to yourself.” She rested her head on the backrest of the couch “You’re not what they made you either, James and this is enough proof, stop torturing yourself.”

“This is how you should talk to yourself too.” He replied “Stop torturing yourself, Giselle.”

She couldn’t help but smile a little, not only because he called her by her middle name, which no one ever does, but because she found that it was sweet of him to say that back to her. “Maybe we both should start taking that advice more seriously.” She said

“Yeah, we should.” He nodded

Just a few seconds later, she gasped sitting straight. “Holy shit.”

“What?” Bucky frowned confused

“It’s tomorrow!”

“What’s tomorrow?”

“No, today is tomorrow.” She said getting up from the couch

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s almost 3 am.” She walked to the kitchen “It’s March 10th.”

“Uh, yeah.” He replied although it sounded more like he was questioning it

“It’s your birthday! What the fuck?” She said opening the fridge and taking out one of the muffins she bought yesterday

“Is it?”

“Are you okay? You literally told us yesterday, while we were eating breakfast, that you didn’t want us to sing you happy birthday.”

“Oh that’s right, I did.”

She grabbed the little candle that Sam chose and the lighter before heading back to the living room.

“I don’t know if you like blueberries but I got you a blueberry muffin because, well, it’s the most common.” She sat on the couch again “And we’re not singing happy birthday, but it’s a must that you make a wish so we bought a candle.”

“We?”

“Well Sam chose it.” She put the blue candle in the muffin and then grabbed the lighter to light it up “Make a wish.” She put the muffin in front of him

“You believe in that?”

She pulled the muffin back. “Don’t be so pessimistic on your birthday.”

He laughed. “Alright, I won’t! Sorry.”

She put the muffin in front of him again and just a couple of seconds later he blew out the candle.

“Did you make a wish?”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “I did.”

“Don’t tell me what it was or it won’t come true.”

“Okay, I won’t.” He nodded

“Happy birthday, James” She took out the candle and handed him the muffin “You’re officially 100 years old.”

“I am, that’s crazy.” He took the muffin in his hand “Thank you, doll face.”

“That is the most old fashioned pet name I’ve ever heard.”

“People don’t use doll face anymore?”

“Not really.” She chuckled “Babe it’s more common.”

“We used babe back then too.”

“I think babe it’s just too basic.”

“It kinda is.” He nodded “What’s your favorite pet name?”

“I don’t know if I have one.” She replied “But some pet names in spanish sound pretty fucking cool.”

“Oh right, that’s your first language, I forgot.”

“It is.”

“The accent never went away.”

“I’m glad it didn’t.” She smiled “Natasha says I sound like Sofia Vergara sometimes, which, to be honest, I don’t think I do.” She shrugged

“I don’t know who that is.”

“Right, sorry.” She chuckled “She’s a colombian actress that has an accent too and it’s something that stands out.”

“Well I don’t know how she talks, but you do have an accent.”

“I know I do.”

“But it sounds really cool.”

She couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Well thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He chuckled “You want some?” He showed her the muffin

“It’s okay, there’s another one in the fridge, I bought one for each of us.”

“You sure? You can have half.”

“Do you wanna give me half of the muffin?”

“Honestly yeah, it’s too much sugar and look at the time.”

She started laughing. “You’re such an old man.” She shook her head lightly “Alright, give me half of it then.”

Bucky parted the muffin in half with his hands and then gave one of them to Cat.

“And I like blueberry muffins by the way.” He said “So thank you, again.”

“I’m glad because the other ones didn’t look quite as appetizing as this ones.” She replied

They ate the muffin and actually stayed in the living room for a while just talking. Both of them started to get kinda sleepy, but neither wanted to leave to their room so after a while, they both fell asleep on the couch unintentionally.

The next morning, as usual, Steve was the first to wake up. Once he used the bathroom and brushed his teeth, he made his way to the kitchen to make coffee when he saw his two friends sleeping on the couch. Bucky actually fell asleep in the same position he was last night, Cat was curled up next to him with her head resting on his right arm and Bucky had his arm over her knee.

The scene took Steve a little by surprise, but he still went and grabbed a blanket from Cat’s room to cover them since he saw Cat all curled up like that. He put the blanket over them, careful not to wake them up and then went back to the kitchen, thinking that it was kinda cute to find them like that.

Odd, but cute.

(…)

Three hours later, it was now 9 am and Cat was the first one to wake up. She opened her eyes slowly trying to adapt to the light and remembering that she never went back to her room. She looked around the living room and the kitchen, but neither Sam or Steve were there.

She moved a strand of her hair behind her ear and noticed her head was laying on Bucky’s arm. “Oh god.” She said under her breath pulling away from him but careful and slow enough to not wake him up

But that was in vain since he woke up anyway.

“Sorry.” She apologized

“It’s okay, don’t worry.” He ran his hands over his face until he realized that he was on the couch “Wait, we slept here?” He immediately looked at her

Cat nodded. “We did.”

“Did we really?”

“Yeah.” She nodded again

“And who brought this?” He grabbed the blanket

She shrugged. “I guess Steve, Sam would never cover me or you with a blanket while sleeping.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I fell asleep on your arm, I’m so sorry.” Cat covered her face with one of her hands

“It’s alright, I didn’t even noticed.” He chuckled a little

“How’d you sleep?” She asked

“I slept fine, you?”

“I did too.” She replied “Oh my god, imagine Steve’s face when he saw us here”

He laughed. “Relax, I’m sure he’s not gonna say anything.”

She smiled a little after hearing him laugh. “Well hopefully.” She shrugged “Are you hungry? I’m making us breakfast.”

He nodded in response as he stretched out his arms and legs. “I am kinda hungry.” He replied moving to the side falling onto Cat

“Oh my god!” She let out a squeak “Get off!” She giggled trying to push him away

“I’m so tired!” He said yawning “So so tired!”

She laughed. “You’re heavy, dude!” She used all of her strength to push him off to the floor

“Ah shit! I hit my head.” He grumbled

“Oh my god, you’re crazy.” She said laughing and then threw the blanket on his face

“I’m crazy? You’re crazy! You pushed me off the couch and made me hit my head.”

She just laughed. “You almost crushed me to death!” She replied standing up from the couch

“You’re so dramatic.”

She looked down at him. “You’re dramatic.”

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[sasukimimochi]

me and my friends @yuzanrath and @mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess were casually brainrotting today and we came up with a pretty funny prompt (who knows if I may eventually write it but I do really enjoy it and I don't write enough funny things) For some context, this prompt started as a joke where JC single-handedly invents non-sexual dual cultivation cuz he's so chronically single, but this is a separated idea more focused on wwx haha (no warning cuz no real pregnancies are had, just shenanigans)

TLDR will be at the bottom.

Let's say this is like, 2 years post-canon or more. So the 'juniors' probably aren't all juniors at this point but i'm still gonna call them that.

-wwx gets cursed with some sort of bloating while on a night hunt with the juniors but it doesn't start showing until the next day. wwx teases/jokes with the juniors about various forms of innocent touches/staring and points out he and lwj were holding hands the day previous before he left on his trip and kissed him goodbye and so everyone starts to believe he really IS pregnant from such a little thing. (the juniors are ofc horrified at the prospect of such easily acquired pregnancy AND FOR A MALE, and lsz is secretly excited about the prospect of getting a sib)

-Wen Ning (as part of the night hunting party who is still around rn) is kinda doubtful, but he also ends up believing bc the juniors getting excited (mainly lsz) is infectious. And, wwx really does have abdominal swelling; so, as is the theme here, he ends up believing too despite his doubts.

-lxc is informed via a junior and wwx shows that he is in fact not stuffing his shirt and lxc is stumped, can't defute, so decides it's best to go along with it for now just in case, as to not stress out the potentially pregnant brother-in-law.

-lxc and the juniors are babying him a little bit but wwx finds it funny and enjoyable so keeps it up for now since the curse is something he can easily fix and doesn't really hurt.

-LWJ comes home and at first thinks "wei ying what have u done now" but then sees the swelling is actually attached to his body and falls for it too, cue the doting husband who becomes his shadow. No more spicy food while he's 'expecting', no sex cuz he's too rough, no liquor bc bad for the baby.

-wwx handles this for a couple days, the super healthy food, lack of everything he likes, and a subtle pain in his gut from the swelling getting worse too quickly (skin isn't meant to stretch that fast) before he can't do it anymore and confesses that it was him teasing the kids and kept the joke going too long. (He cures the curse in front of him perhaps and lwj is just devastated but in his lwj way. That or LWJ cures it with something simple like cleansing idk)

-They tell lxc & lqr and lxc looks disappointed bc he likes children but mainly bc lwj is sad too (and of course lqr is celebrating oh thank god it was fake)

-they tell lsz & Wen Ning and that's the final straw, the sad subtle puppy-eye looking disappointment makes wwx drag the three on a journey out of the cloud recesses; They find a little bebe orphan to take in, perhaps they have a goofy journey of offering parenthood to orphaned kids who don't trust/don't want it before they find a local single mother died giving birth or something and they end up having a real connection with the baby, including lsz who gets insta attached, and so its decided one way or another that this is their baby.

-They go back to cloud recesses and the juniors are all like "WHERE DID YOU GO WHILE YOU WERE PREGNANT AND THEN LXC SAID YOU WEREN'T AN- OH" baby reveal. and thus wwx grins and the baby joke continues, says that he just had the baby etc etc and lxc was mistaken they just wanted a private birth or smth blah blah blah

-lsz immediately goes along with it because he is extra happy he has a little brother/sister now and he's feeling mischievous too, and says they need to take the baby to the nursery etc etc and wwx needs to rest (he is a bit tired tho after running around and getting rid of that curse n stuff)

-JC comes storming bc of the rumors bc even in gusu they can't shut their traps and sees baby, deflates but still has grumpy face like wtf happened (probably Jin Ling's fault that he finds out)

-wwx would probably joke a bit then tell him the truth immediately instead of trying to make him believe it too to avoid confrontation but asks for him to keep it secret for the joke, and Jc is like "..." cuz its an opportunity for the two to joke around together again even if he's grumpy™️ about it and so he doesn't dote on wwx but he does play along with the joke in his own way for a bit until maybe jc says something crazy and/or outrageous that couldn't be true to jin ling and he goes to wwx in a panic and so the jig is up but he tells all the juniors with 100% honesty that they did just adopt a baby and that part wasn't a joke but he didn't give birth himself and he was OK and then its just cute baby and junior interactions

bonus that came up later:

-lwj gets drunk and ends up going out again with wwx tailing close behind. they come home with another child, and thus when lwj is sober again he's suddenly a father of two young children. Cue cute timid wide-eyed bunny mode lwj while wwx comforts him (but laughing and teasing him like haha you made me pregnant again what a scandal! one look and I instantly gave birth! lwj you're so insatiable) and lsz not-so-secretly celebrates their suddenly growing family.

-JC is extremely pouty in his JC way about all these nephews he only gets to know about after they're already adopted.

-lxc is feeling quite a bit better getting to baby the babies and help his brother with raising children again, and thankfully with wwx also by lwj's side.

It was too wild a ride not to share 😌💖✨

TLDR; wwx tricks the juniors, the jades, lqr and even jc temporarily into believing he's pregnant as a way to beat the boredom while lwj is out of cloud recesses (and continues until he can't stand the doting/guilt because he succeeds in his joking too well.) wwx and lwj end up actually adopting bc wwx can't stand the disappointed faces.

[shattersstar]

faith.

pairing: cowboy!jason todd x reader

prompt: ain’t no sunshine by bill withers

a/n: 3/3 enjoy y’all <3

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It was dark, the moon only a sliver amongst the endless black of the sky. It was that kind of boundless darkness, almost crushing in its weight save the stars that sparkled and told stories of their own. Jason remembered those myths well, all the different stories about the same clusters, along with ones made up by his once young mind. Once carefree and unclouded by the pain that now lived deep in his bones. The pain that made Jason who he was, a runaway lover with blood staining his hands. But that was a lifetime ago, he had gained some semblance of peace, found in you as your presence alone soothed his fractured soul.

Despite the distance between the two of you, he still felt that call of calm for him. A beacon that hummed a few towns over. You had left the farm, venturing out to gather what you needed before you and Jason ventured into the mountains. He wanted to work chopping trees and you couldn’t be bothered to stay on your grandparents farm any longer. You knew a path easy to travel, to build a secluded life away from the dry stretching plains, and acres of farmland you been bound to far too long.

You wanted quiet and easy work, a log cabin and a big kitchen. And rain, you had wanted storm clouds and rainy days. Jason had left the cold of the east for a reason, but obliged with cooler climates for you. He obliged to tend the farm alongside you and your grandparents while he stayed, and took over your duties when you left. And then he was left in charge of the entire land as your grandparents were called away for the birth of yet another grandchild.

Jason supposed he should have been flattered with the trust from not only you, but your family. They knew of what was to come when you returned, they’d lose two farmhands sure, but the kid they had raised into an adult was now in love and ready to venture into the unknown. And your grandparents had let Jason stay in their own home despite knowing he was whisking you away, and doubled down their trust by leaving their entire home in his care until you or they returned.

It all washed over him as he sat a top his horse amongst the tall grassy fields that stretched along the back of the property before dipping into marshy lands and a noisy creak. He could hear the water babbling along now, with the constant buzzing of cicadas and hum of those nightly creatures that stalked the edge of the lands. The guard dogs were silent, and his worry moved away from himself to you. The winds were picking up, harsher by the minute and he prayed you were asleep safely in a bed with your horse in a stable. He could hear the way the wind whistled through the dryer plains beyond the front of the house, howling along with the coyotes. It made his heart beat unsteadily in his chest—please not tonight—he found himself begging to no one in particular. Jason wasn’t one to worry, he never let himself get carried away with emotions like this, and he knew you were beyond capable, it just made his sweat run cold.

Something about the air tonight was not kind enough for the likes of you, someone so beautiful and warm in a sea of ugly. You were the arms he fell into, covered in blood and regretting the choices that brought this life to you. You were the voice that begged him to stay awake and the hands that tended his wounds with such love to die felt like a sin in and of itself. To cause you that pain, that sorrow and grief would eat swallow him whole—dead or alive. And now you were focused on leaving, yes by choice, but not entirely your own. The pain Jason had ran away from came knocking with a vengeance and while you two had time, someone was bound to recognize the infamous Red Hood; the outlaw, killer, vigilante—you never cared for such titles—so you resolved to leave.

To wash the blood from your door step and burn your ruined clothes while he rested. You devised your entire plan within those unconscious hours, presenting it to him after lying to your grandparents on his behalf and already having their approval to go. Jason had mentioned liking when he worked in lumber before, and now spent hours chopping wood to clear his head. There was a bountiful amount of firewood at this point, your grandma kept trying to tell him to stop, but Jason was never great at listening.

Yet he listened as you explained the closest mountain range, where you two could settle, what you needed and how you would survive a lot more secluded before. And while Jason had spent most of his formative years alone at this point, he had never really lived like this. He had camped in valleys and hidden out in ghost towns, but he would sacrifice more than adjusting to living off the grid for you. You were asking nothing compared to what he was asking you. To runaway with a man who was wanted, to love a man who killed and be with him alone. Jason could never ask that of you, and yet you offered your answer freely. He knew the weight of your decision, knew you didn’t take nor make it lightly, and wished you were here more than anything.

He had finally healed enough to start working again, keeping himself busy day and night while awaiting your return. He was out in the fields checking the damaged fences, making sure nothing got in and with all the barnyard animals secure, he shouldn’t have to worry about anything getting out. He wasn’t sure how long he was out there, lost in thought and worry, but when he glanced back towards the house, a light that hadn’t been there before flickered in one of the back windows.

Upstairs.

His room?

He tried to gauge if it was his room, but urged his horse towards the house nonetheless. Jason’s horse hadn’t even come to a full stop before Jason was hopping off. He lazily strung his reigns over the back porch and didn’t even bother with his boots as he yanked the back screen door open. He made his way through the kitchen and past the dining room. He tried to see if your boots were at the front door, but was only squinting at formless objects in the dark before taking the stairs two and three steps at a time. Jason was practically skipping up them, not entirely sure what he was going to find, but he found himself hopeful despite it all. An intruder was likely, but as he pushed open his own bedroom door, he found you shedding your jacket to the floor in front of his mirror. The door creaked as he nudged it open, you had barely turned around fully before Jason crossed the space.

His chest collided with yours hard enough to knock you off balance, before his arms wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you close. You barely managed to wind your arms around his waist, taking in the scent of wet grass and dirt that was caked into Jason’s clothes. He didn’t even realize his cowboy hat was still on, the weathered black hat tumbling off his head and brushing your shoulder as it fell.

“Hi cowboy.” You hummed into his chest, feeling Jason hold you a little tighter.

“Fuck I’ve missed your voice angel” He mumbled in response, both of you surprise by his candour omission, and yet Jason was unable to stop himself. “You smell so good—God—missed everything about you.”

You laughed lightly at that, you thought you reeked of sweat, riding for too long and hard to get back to Jason. But to him, it was the scent of hot, sun soaked leather and skin, the summer smell where the warmth of the star seemed to radiate from your body. You smelled real and like yourself. It was what Jason needed, to let you envelope his senses and bring that calm you only knew how to provide. It was a wave of reassurance that scared him. He had never found peace in any place or anyone like you. There were a few he cared for, even less he loved, but you were something beyond that entirely. You were contact with the real world that Jason once thought was out of reach. Something intangible suddenly in his arms and Jason couldn’t find anymore words to convey that.

“I’ve missed you t—wait how are you feeling?” You pushed yourself out of Jason’s arms, much to his dismay, taking him in properly for the first time. He let you push his jacket off his shoulders, landing on the ground with a loud thud. You wasted no time untucking his flannel, earning a crooked grin you pointedly ignored. You undid the few done up buttons before letting it join the floor with both your jackets. Jason was only in his pants and a tattered undershirt he had obviously ripped the once long sleeves off of at some point. Your hands smoothed over the once torn skin you could see, your eyes flicking up to his and watching his face as your hands wandered blindly down his clothed torso. Jason knew there was no point in stopping you, it would be quicker to let you assess his injuries instead of trying to explain he was fine only for you to check anyways. He only swallowed when your fingers prodded his side, your attention immediately turning to that spot. The stitches you thought you had administered rather clumsily were raw, and tender, but healing nonetheless.

“You better bandage that back up so—“

“I will.” He relented easily for perhaps the first time ever. Jason would do whatever he needed in order to get you into his arms fastest. All the bruises had vanished, and his split lip was almost fully healed. He looked good—like himself, and it was all you wanted. “I’m good baby. Ain’t nothing wrong no more.” You gave in, hands settling on his abdomen and you let your chin rest on his chest. You looked up at him with a small smile and Jason’s own hands found their way to your hips.

“Nothings wrong? Not a single thing?” You teased, exhaustion creeping into your face.

“Not a single thing I give a shit about.” Jason replied with that same air of teasing. Your eyes fell closed as you laughed, opening again when he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You sleeping in here tonight?”

“My grandparents are gone?”

“Yeah, ‘nother grandkid.”

“I think great grandkid.” Jason stayed quiet at that, regardless of the logistics you were able to spend the night freely with him. While he had approached you for work, Jason hadn’t moved in with the intent of being with you. He was given his own room for that reason, and when your grandparents caught on to what was happening, they were fine with your relationship, but only a married couple shared a bed. You had nearly rolled off the couch when they sat you down to explain that, luckily Jason wasn’t home at the time. Though you know he got some version of this conversation. And while you understood the sentiment, you had spent your childhood learning now to sneak around your grandparents farmhouse, and considering Jason’s past, you weren’t entirely surprised he was great at it too. It allowed you two to spent plenty of nights together, sometimes on the roof or riding in the open plains beyond your front door. Or just in each other’s beds, spending the night silent, but together. Despite that, it was nice to spend a night together without a worry.

“Alright, help me out of these goddamn boots then we can go to bed. I’m worn baby.” You yawned into your shoulder as you spoke.

“Go sit.” Jason nodded towards his bed as you untangled yourselves, you flopped down, laying across the bottom while he slipped off your boots. He took off his own after, turning to his closet while you kicked off your pants and climbed underneath the covers. “I was gonna give you something to wear.”

“Don’t care, c’mere. I’m so tired.” Your voice was strung out, exhausted and pleading. It struck something in him, Jason took pity on you instantly, noting your heavy eyelids and slow breaths. He left his wardrobe like he was beckoned by some unseeable force, summoned to you with his own tired strides.

You let your eyes fall closed as Jason made his way over, his mattress suddenly the most comfortable thing you had ever laid upon. Your attention regained for a second when the sound of his belt clattering to the floor hit your ears—eyes shooting open with a blazing curiosity—but Jason snuffed out the candle you lit on his desk and crossed the space before you could process anything. He didn’t even bother walking around to the other side, just let himself press his knees to either side of your legs, arms resting beside your head as he took you in with natures intended lighting. The sliver of the moon still shone bright enough to make his room aglow in white grey lustre, the crystal sun catcher hanging from his window twinkled like starlight against the walls as it spun. You had given it to him, well put it up in his room and hoped he liked it.

He had, it reminded him of the oceans he had once seen, how the water played with light like nothing else. Both sun and moon transformed by the waves that felt so far off. He take you one day, when your home in the mountains is built and you were both settled. He’d take the money you didn’t know he had and spend a summer on the beach with no one around.

“Easy cowboy, don’t let your mind go runnin’ off on me.” It was like you could hear his thoughts, sense the gears turning and crowding his mind. Jason let his gaze fall back into focus, taking you in underneath him properly this time. The white of your dirty shift seemed to shimmer, the gold chain you always wore sparkled as it rested upon your collarbones in its own snake like formation. But your eyes truly drew him in, lashes sweeping with each sleepy blink, lips upturned into a small smile, all while you looked at him like no other. One of your hands cupped his jaw, fingers pressing softly into him, urging a response out of him.

He pressed his forehead into yours and murmured, “Couldn’t run away from you if I tried darling.”

You breathed out a laugh, your other hand finding the side of his face. “You better not try.” You warned jokingly, Jason’s nose brushing down yours before he placed a kiss on the tip.

“Got it boss.” Jason’s voice fell into the honey shaded tone, deep and sweet, slow and pulling you in. He could see it in the antsy way your eyes flickered from his gaze to his mouth, lips just hovering above yours. And Jason wasn’t trying to tease, or taunt, but wanted to burn this image into his mind. Wanted to remember every detail in perfect clarity till the end of time, he wanted the last thing he saw before his final death to be you, in this moment, underneath him after returning to home with the intent of leaving behind your life for him. It was beyond love, and the celestial bodies that illuminated the space, and the stories forever tied to them. What he felt for you was grander than that, and would transcend all of that. And Jason knew those words would never be able to pass his lips so he gave in, let his mouth meet yours for the first time in weeks.

It wouldn’t be enough, nothing Jason could give would ever be. But it was what you wanted right now, and Jason would spend the rest of his life at your feet, obliging with whatever you desired happily because if he was unable to give you the life you deserved, Jason would give himself to you in his entirety. There was nothing more he could ask of you, nothing more he could want that you hadn’t already given, all Jason could do was hope you’d take everything he had to give.

[ae-neon]

Okay I'm rereading some beginning chapters of acotar and Feyre says Alis and the two other servants look human/high fae. Like humans with pointed ears. Specifically described Alis as a brown haired woman.

It's probably the glamour, but a very interesting take on it.

Also Tamlin "plops" down into his chair as a horse sized beast AND THEN shifts back to high fae form??? 😭 Sarah what are you talking about?

Credit tho, this is probably the best Feyre is written. Smart, observant, thinking - still panicked but not making stupid mistakes. And kinda funny, she thinks Tamlin is wearing the mask in solidarity with Lucien since Lucien probably wants to hide his scar.

Lucien is a bit weird? In retrospect, he knows about the curse, about the sentries going despite Tamlin's reluctance but he's acting like Tamlin traded Andras's life for Feyre's?

Also sjm's manipulative writing. At no point has Tamlin done anything to save Feyre or earn her trust but she mentally starts switching from captor to saviour out of nowhere. It's only chapter 5 or 6. Be serious. She hasn't even been there a day and she's saying the humans were wrong about Prythian.

Alis and the other two servants cut Feyre's hair, why? Also Alis telling Feyre to take Lucien down a peg lol.

Alis says Feyre will be safe at the mercy of their master and just before she left the dining room Feyre saw Lucien bow to Tamlin as well as be talked down from throwing Feyre out. How does she not know he's the High Lord?

Lucien to Tamlin: you have zero rizz, my boy

Also Lucien: "we're not going to bite." Teeth gleaming in a way that suggested otherwise. Cassian stole this man's whole flow 🙄

Not Tamlin saying it's an honour for a human to be served by a High Fae, stfu.

“You look … better than before.”

Was that a compliment? I could have sworn Lucien gave Tamlin an encouraging nod.

“And your hair is … clean.”

HAHAHAHA

(Lucien muttered, “So typically human.”) racism.

Lucien was seriously upset about Andras. That hurts.

Tamlin immediately assures Feyre that he's helped her family with income. It's chapter 7. The tension is sucked out of the situation and Feyre's motivation to leave is nullified by the author. That's kinda bad writing. Narratively it makes sense for Tamlin to use this against her trying to escape tho.

Tamlin has magic ropes? Hands? That can just hold Feyre in place?

Feyre: he's lying. Also Feyre: faeries can't lie.

“Why be so generous?” Lucien gave me a look that suggested he had no idea

They literally just finished making sure she wasn't in love with anyone back home so she could fall for Tamlin easier. So Lucien knows exactly why???

Feyre misses sleeping next to her sisters 🥺

Nesta must be stretching her legs and smiling at the extra room. She was probably content imagining me in the belly of a faerie—probably using the news as a chance to be fussed over by the villagers.

She legitimately doesn't know anything about Nesta.

...maybe the villagers would turn on my family, not wanting to be associated with people tied with Prythian, and run them out of town.

acotar Feyre would punch acomaf Feyre in the mouth

"Your hair is … clean. A pathetic compliment." 😭😭😭

(“What in the bottomless depths of the Cauldron is—”) so you're telling me sjm actually used to use real lore and incorporate it into worldbuilding. Wow. Like this is such a good line and flows so naturally from an upset Alis because of course that is how fae see the world.

I couldn’t bring myself to look at my slightly uptilted eyes. I knew I’d see Nesta or my mother looking back at me.

I’d sometimes wondered if that was why my sister had insulted me about my looks. I was a far cry from ugly, but…

I bore too much of the people we’d hated and loved for Nesta to stand it. For me to stand it, too.

The dynamic between Nesta, Feyre and the ghost of their mother could have been one of the realist, rawest elements of this series...