#when I read their response it felt like. when you're going downstairs and you miss the last step

[running-in-the-dark]

had a few really good days, now everything sucks. awesome. 🙃

[ariestrxsh]

⚠️ content warning: ⚠️ smut, teasing, sneaking around, humiliation (but not in a sexy way, more of a general embarrassment), mentions of masturbation, thigh riding, threesome, blowjob, light hairpulling, unprotected sex, edging, multiple orgasms, softdom!matt, needy!chris

📝 author's note: 📝 sorry i made you guys wait so long for this one 💖 this is my favorite series i've written so far, playground love. here you can access parts one, two, three, and four. 💖 enjoy (p.s. i think this is the final part, don't know how to add on to the storyline tbh)

✍️ Summary: ✍️ After Chris sneaks around with you alone behind Matt's back against Matt's wishes, you end up coming clean about it. Matt isn't upset with you, but Chris knew better, and now Matt's gonna make sure his brother knows you belong to him.

playground love part five 💖

The next morning, you woke up a little later than normal, but you desperately needed your beauty rest after the Sturniolo boys had their way with you again.

You also felt a little guilty about the night before. It was the first time you'd had sex with Chris without Matt being there. It's not like you and Matt had necessarily outright said your relationship was monogamous, but the two of you had talked about having babies together, which was much more serious.

But then again, Chris had already fucked you with Matt there, so should you have felt guilty or should you not have? Either way, you knew you had to tell Matt, but it felt shitty to do over text, so you were going to wait to do it face-to-face on Monday.

"Good morning, sweetheart. I miss you," a text came in from Matt. You replied shortly after, trying to push away your shame, "I miss you, too. Good morning."

You walked downstairs, and the scent of maple sausage and pancakes wafted through the air. You loved Sundays. Both your parents typically had the day off, and you'd wake up to breakfast in the morning, and you would usually have a family lake day or go to the movie theater.

Today was a little different, because your dad was still out of town even though he was usually at home, drinking his coffee and reading the news on his phone, complaining about whatever politician and whatever proposition there was to complain about now. It felt strange without him there.

"Hey, honey. You doing alright?" Your mom asked you sympathetically. "Yeah, why?" You shot her a confused look. "I thought I heard you having a nightmare last night. I almost came in and checked on you, but then you quieted down," she told you, scrambling the eggs she was about to throw on the griddle.

Your eyes widened, picking up on what noises she was referring to. "Oh, yeah, I actually didn't get a whole lot of sleep last night. Just tossing and turning. Nightmares, right?" You shrugged, trying to will away your embarrassment.

"And I don't like when you come into my room without knocking," you blurted out, almost immediately regretting the way it came out. Your mom stopped what she doing, looked up at you, and you could tell she was about to start getting defensive, but instead her face softened. "Okay, that's fair," she said after thinking about her response for a few seconds.

"Thank you. I love you. I didn't mean to bark at you," you told her, realizing your anger was coming from your embarrassment, thinking about what would have happened if she'd walked in on you last night.

"It's okay, I understand. You're an adult. A young woman. You deserve your privacy," your mom assured you, smirking and going back to cooking.

"I wasn't masturbating!" You blurted out, worried that she was alluding to that. "I didn't even know you knew what that was," your mom looked up at you in shock. "I don't!" You yelled, stomped up the stairs, and hid in your room.

Perhaps it was less embarrassing for your mom to think you were masturbating rather than having your back blown out by your kind of boyfriend's brother, but utterly morifying either way.

A few minutes later, your mom came up and gently knocked on your door. "I didn't mean to embarrass you, honey. We don't have to talk about it. Just come downstairs and enjoy your breakfast. I know how much you love pancake Sundays," she said through the barrier.

You knew it'd be hard to get past your humiliation, but it was worth it to enjoy breakfast with your mom and catch up on all the crazy things she'd seen in the ER that week.

"Do you wanna come run some errands with me?" Your mom asked after you'd finished your meal. "Sure," you told her. After cleaning up the kitchen together, the two of you got into the car, and you checked your texts again.

"Chris and I both miss your sweet pussy so much. We can't wait to make you cum again," an incoming text from Matt read. "OMG I'm in the car with my mom!!" You responded back. "Good. That makes it even more fun," his next message read. Your eyes widened when you read it, and you immediately started grinning and blushing.

"Who are you talking to, honey? Is it a boy?" Your mom asked, looking over at you with a surprised look on her face. "Why-why would it be a boy?" You stammered defensively. "I've just never seen you smile like that," your mom said.

"Don't worry about it, mom," you told her, rolling your eyes. "You can tell me anything, honey," your mom replied, but you were certain you couldn't tell her about this.

The rest of the time you were running errands, Matt was sending you dirty, filthy texts that you kept having to hide your reaction to. You were so grateful in this moment to be a girl because at least no one could tell by looking at you that you were soaking wet.

After getting a good night's sleep and going through all your classes on Monday, you walked into your favorite class of the day.

When you entered the room, Matt was already turned around in his chair, taking in how beautiful you looked. You blushed when you saw him. You liked having it be a little secret between the two of you that you were sleeping together. You liked that no one else in the class had any idea. It kind of felt like you two were sneaking around, which made it really hot.

But of course, you'd also snuck around with Chris behind Matt's back, and that didn't feel so good, and the guilt hit you all over again when you went to take you seat behind him. He watched your smile fade, and he immediately reached out and stroked your cheek. "What's the matter, baby? You look sad," he whispered, giving you a concerned look.

"Matt, I have to tell you something. Please don't be mad at me," you said, your lip beginning to quiver and tears forming in your eyes. "I could never be upset with you, angel," he consoled you, wiping away your tears before they had a chance to fall.

"Chris came over on Saturday night," you told him. "What?" He narrowed his eyes. "He climbed my tree, and I let him into my house, and we did some things," you whispered, avoiding eye contact with him.

"What things?" He asked, and you could hear the hurt in his voice. "You know.. the stuff we all do together, except we did it alone," you admitted, finally looking him in the eyes.

"He didn't cum in you, did he?" Matt inquired. You shook your head no. "Thank god. It was only okay the first time, because of that Plan B. I don't want him getting you pregnant. Only I can do that," Matt said. There was a bit of possessiveness in his voice. You innocently nodded at him, still crying.

"Hey, I'm not mad, sweetheart. Not at you. I didn't directly tell you I didn't want you doing anything with my brother when I'm not there," he say in a soft voice, still caressing your cheek. "But I'm telling you now. You're mine, princess. I don't want anybody to fuck you when I'm not there," he gave you a serious look. You nodded.

"Chris, on the other hand, already knew better when he snuck into your room. He knows how I feel about you. So, I am pissed at him," Matt's sad expression melded into one of anger as he clenched his jaw.

"I didn't mean to cause issues between you guys," you mumbled quietly, trying to keep your conversation as quiet as possible. "I know, baby. You didn't do anything wrong. I know how good he makes you feel. How were you supposed to say no?" He cooed, squeezing your hand.

"He does make me feel good. But when you and I have sex, it's different. It feels like love," you whispered to him. Matt's expression shifted again into one of pure joy, and he looked at you in silence for a few seconds, just taking in how incredible it was that he found someone like you. He couldn't let you get away.

"Do you wanna be my girlfriend?" He asked, grinning at you. "More than anything," you nodded, and your sad tears turned into happy ones. "Good. You're all mine," he gently kissed the back of your hand.

"Are you and Chris still coming over today?" You wondered, concerned about how this had affected the dynamic. "Yes. We're both still gonna make you feel amazing. But I'm gonna have to teach my brother a lesson for sneaking around with my girl behind my back," Matt gave you a malicious smile.

You didn't know what that meant, but you were a little worried for Chris. Matt was a really sweet man, but you could tell he could be diabolical when he wanted to be.

When last period ended, and the two of you were walking to Matt's car, he leaned over and said to you, "Don't tell Chris that I know." You nodded at Matt.

You were utterly shocked when Chris met you guys at Matt's car, and Matt acted like everything was completely normal. You were almost unnerved by it. "How was your weekend, pretty girl?" Chris asked you, biting his lip and smiling at you as he recalled the special time you'd had together Saturday night. "It was good," you responded, keeping your answer short and vague.

"Your braids are so pretty," Chris said in almost a whimper as he gently fiddled with the blue ribbon tying off your braid. You'd never admit it to Matt, but you wore your hair in braided pigtails on purpose, because you knew how much Chris liked them, and you loved the way he looked at you when he pulled on them.

It wasn't until the three of you were sitting next to each other on your bed, both boys completely naked while you were just in panties and a bra that Matt finally addressed the incident. "So, Chris. Since you like to fuck my girlfriend when I'm not around, you don't get to cum today," Matt turned to his brother and gave him a malicious grin.

"Fuck," Chris sighed loudly, running his hands through his hair in an agitated manner. "And if you cum without permission, then I'll never let you fuck my girlfriend ever again," Matt said through clenched teeth. Chris smugly rolled his eyes.

"So what did you do to her, hmm?" Matt inquired, raising his eyebrows. Chris chuckled. "She rode my thigh, came all over it, and then I fucked her doggy style until she was creaming all over my cock. Made her cum three more times. She loved it," Chris whispered, looking Matt in his eyes and asserting dominance.

"Then, that's what we're going to do in front of you. Only you can't participate, and if I see you even thinking about rubbing one out, you won't get to participate at all today," Matt threatened him.

A slew of mixed emotions flooded your system. The way Matt was acting so possessive over you was so hot, but you hoped Chris could hold out, because you definitely wanted to fuck him again. "Fuck. Fine," Chris sighed.

"Come here, pretty girl," Matt whispered, taking off your bra, your panties, and pulling you onto his leg. He cupped your face with both of his gorgeous hands and looked you in the eyes. "That's it, princess. You're doing so good," he praised you as you started to roll your hips onto him.

There was something so intimate and hot about the way you and Matt lost yourselves in each other's stare while you rode his thigh. His hands gradually moved to your ass, firmly grabbing it and emphasizing your movements.

You whimpered while you pathetically grinded up against Matt. You were so wet, you slipped around on his leg with ease, creating an incredible sensation against your swollen clit. "Please make a mess all over my thigh, angel," Matt whined.

His beautiful blue eyes pierced through you, making you insanely weak. The way Matt looked and sounded made it seem like he was getting off on you getting off, and it brought you closer to the edge to know how much he was enjoying your pleasure.

"Matt, I'm gonna cum," you whimpered, your grinding becoming sloppy and rhythmless while you started to shake. You held onto Matt to steady yourself while he whispered, "Good girl. Make a mess for me." All your muscles tightened and you trembled your whole way through your orgasm.

You'd almost forgotten Chris was there, but his rock hard cock was pretty hard to ignore once Matt bent you over on your bed, and it was standing straight up just a few feet in front of your face. This was just as torturous for you as it was for him. You wanted to have it in your mouth so badly.

Matt lined himself up with your hole and slipped it in, sliding in easily, immediately filling you. Your eyes rolled back as he started to pump in and out of you. Although it wasn't the most intimate position, and you couldn't see Matt's face, you secretly loved how it felt, and at least you got to see Chris' face as he watched in awe, keeping both of his hands at his sides. You glanced down at Chris' swollen, mushroom tip, drooling with precum and twitching at the sight of you getting relentlessly drilled by Matt.

Matt's cock filled you expertly while he talked you through your next orgasm. "That's it, girl. Cum for me, princess. I know you want to. Be a good girl and finish on my cock."

Chris watched intently as Matt drew an orgasm out of you. You convulsed and yelped as your knees weakened, and your eyes rolled back again as a fucked out smile crept across your lips.

Matt loved the way you felt wrapped around his rod, pulsing against him as you came. "Come on, princess. Give me another one," Matt gruffly stated, keeping his thrusts steady and hitting your sweet spot over and over again. "Oh, fuck," you whined. You shut your eyes and nearly collapsed onto the bed as your next climax was torn from you. "Good girl," Matt praised you in between his own moans.

When you opened your eyes, Chris had the neediest look on his face, watching you cum over and over again. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth, his eyebrows were furrowed almost as if he were in pain, and blood was rushing to his cheeks. You could tell by his expression how badly he needed to get off.

"Give me one more, baby. Look at Chris while you cum for me," Matt groaned while he continued pounding into you while his brother pathetically watched, wishing it were him taking you from behind.

You felt another knot in your stomach come undone while you looked into Chris' gorgeous blue eyes. You clenched around Matt, uncontrollably shaking and moaning his name while you finished once more.

You were completely spent. Matt loved the way your pussy felt - wet, tight, and all his. It took everything in Matt to pull out and avoid filling you with his babies, and all he could think about as he came into his hand was how pretty your pink pussy would look dripping with his cum. He threw his head back and let out a long, needy groan while his hand pumped away, until he'd completely drained his cock.

"Go get her some water," Matt ordered Chris, wiping off his hand and his dick with his t-shirt. Chris obediently listened, afraid of pissing Matt off even further.

When Chris returned, he had a glass of water in hand, and his cock stood at attention, as hard as you had ever seen it. You were basically drooling as you watched him walk towards you while you dreamt about putting him in your mouth again.

"You think Chris has been a good boy?" Matt asked you. "Mhmm," you bit your lip and nodded as you looked up at Chris and took the water from him. "Think he deserves some love?" Matt cooed. You nodded a little more eagerly this time. "Get back on all fours, princess," Matt ordered you, and you did.

Matt came back around to take you from behind again, and Chris kneeled on the bed in front of you with his cock in your face. "Now, sweetheart. You get to tell Chris when he can cum, okay? But you gotta make him wait for it," Matt encouraged you as he slipped his cock back into you, and you let out a small squeal as he stretched you back out.

You looked up at Chris, and he started prodding your lips with his throbbing member, and you gently slurped up the pearly drops that emitted from his tip from being teased for so long. He immediately let out a primal sound as you enveloped the rest of his head and started stimulating it with your soft tongue.

The way Matt thrusted into you from behind had you taking Chris into your mouth even further with each stroke. Both boys relished in the way you were jostling back and forth between them, and they loved the sweet sound of you gagging on Chris at one end and your pussy squelching around Matt at the other end. All three of you whimpered, and every time you did, your mouth vibrated around the base of Chris' shaft, and it'd bring his closer to the edge every time.

"Can I cum, pretty girl?" Chris needily whispered, looking down at you. You loved watching Chris look so desperate. You needed it just a bit longer. You shook your head from side-to-side while he was still buried in your mouth. Chris immediately pulled his cock out from behind your lips, gasping and rolling his eyes back into his head. "I have to stop for a second. I'm so close. I can't take it," he whined.

You eyed the way his swollen tip continued leaking and the way it twitched in front of you. You felt so powerful controlling Chris' orgasm. When the feeling passed, Chris sunk himself back into your pretty mouth, and he couldn't keep himself from grasping at your pretty braids. He got a firm grip on each one and started driving his cock further into your throat until he was triggering your gag reflex once again.

"Please let daddy cum," Chris breathlessly begged, his pretty blue eyes locked on yours as his facial expression was saturated in pure desire. You shook your head no once more. You loved teasing him. Chris removed himself from your mouth to keep from finishing too soon, and it made a loud pop as he quickly pulled it out. "Fuck, princess. How come you're being so cruel to me?" Chris asked, gently slapping the tip of his cock onto your tongue before plunging it back in.

Matt's thrusts were becoming incredibly fast and powerful and every time he drove his hips forward, it launched you further onto Chris, taking him deeper and deeper into your mouth. You started getting close, and the way you fervently moaned with your lips wrapped around Chris' cock made it near impossible for him to keep from cumming.

"Pretty girl, please. Please let daddy cum. Can't take it anymore. Need to cum in your pretty little mouth," Chris cried out pathetically, holding onto your braids for dear life. The combination of Matt fucking your brains out and Chris tugging on your hair while he fucked your mouth was sending you over the edge, and you wanted Chris to cum at the same time as you, so you graciously nodded, giving him permission to paint your tongue with his heavenly load.

Chris came into your mouth with incredible force, shooting his seed into the back of your throat while he moaned your name over and over. You felt his warm, sticky mess on your tongue while his dick throbbed against your lips, and the way he came for you created a domino effect.

You followed shortly after, your pussy involuntarily spasming around Matt a final time, finishing all over him.

He watched as your cum covered his cock as he delivered a few last thrusts. He pulled out of you with seconds to spare before nutting into his hand and watching the way his cum slowly dripped down his shaft after being released.

The three of you were completely satisfied, breathless, and unable to think or speak for several seconds after. "Now Chris is going to go wait in the car, and I'm gonna have some alone time with my girlfriend," Matt declared. Chris knew how thin of ice he was on, so he quickly started getting dressed and heading downstairs.

"Matt, please. I can't take anymore. I need a break," you told him. "That's not what I meant, sweetie. I meant let's take a shower together. Just the two of us," Matt said, pulling you into his chest and kissing you on the forehead.

Matt ran the water for you, checking the temperature himself before telling you that you could get in. The whole time the two of you stood under the warm stream of water, he was gently kissing your back and massaging body wash into your skin.

"I love you," he whispered in your ear. You turned around, looking into his beautiful blue eyes that told you he meant it, and as he squeezed you a little bit tighter, you said, "I love you, too."

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[jenomi]

"i don't think i'll come to the campfire tonight" you say leaning against your roommate's doorframe.

"noo why?" your roommate and best friend cries as she sets down her makeup brush to grab your hand.

"i'm just feeling really tired from work and need a night in" you reply swinging your connected hands, "let everyone know that i'll be at the next one."

"alright fine cuz I know how long this week has been for you, but we all know a certain someone is going to be disappointed" your roommate teases.

you could only blush in response. a part of you hoped deep down that haechan would miss you at the campfire tonight, and you wanted to pull yourself together to see him but you know your own limits. you knew you wouldn't be great company tonight.

you met haechan through friends of your roommate. ever since you had moved into this new apartment, you and your roommate had decided to start hosting small get togethers with close friends at the communal outdoor area. this space had games like ping pong and pool and a campfire area. you had met haechan at another friend's party and grew close as you continued to see him at other functions.

you definitely played a role in how close haechan got with you as you would seek him out at parties and want to spend time with him. occasionally, the two of you would step out to get some fresh air and fall into deep, yet comfortable, conversation with each other. you started to grow fond of him and send messages to him with memes that you thought he'd like or message him to join you for some coffee or lunch.

it was only when your roommate called you out that you realized you liked haechan more than a friend. all the times you would bring him up, how you would always look for him in a crowded room at parties, how you're always giggling when texting or calling him. it made you shy to admit it, but it was true. you weren't sure how he felt about you, though. your roommate had tried to tell you multiple times that your feelings were reciprocated but you thought he was hard to read. nonetheless, you were pretty confident that he only saw you as a friend, so you felt discouraged seeing him and pining after him.

so there was a small sense of relief in how you wouldn't have to see him tonight and feel hopeless. what a way to beat you when you're already down.

an hour later, your roommate heads downstairs to meet up with the others and help start the campfire. haechan shows up an hour late as usual, and the first thing he notices is your absence.

"hey y/rm/n, where's y/n?" haechan asks almost immediately.

a smirk spreads across your roommate's face before she replies, "she's upstairs. she's had a long week so she's burnt out."

haechan nods in response. he wanted to see you, but he also didn't want to overstep. he also felt disappointed in himself. how had he miss the signs? he had been texting and calling you all week, and he never noticed that you were tired.

"you should go up and see her. i'm sure she won't mind." your friend says as haechan is deep in thought. "really? are you sure?" haechan asks, a little too eagerly. "yea she was bummed she couldn't make it. she's probably really lonely up there."

haechan doesn't need to ask again. he quietly slips out of the group and heads towards your floor. he nervously rings your doorbell. you groan as you throw off your blankets and get up off the couch. your eyes widen in shock as you open the door to your crush, haechan.

"hyuck?" you say dumbfoundedly "how could you not tell me you’re burnt out?” he demands making his way into your apartment. "okay come on in” you mumble.

as he takes off his jacket, you become hyperaware at the fact that you're in your pajamas, bare-faced, with messy hair. little did you know, haechan loved seeing you like this. naturally beautiful.

“i wish you’d told me you’re tired. i would’ve come earlier to cheer you up and brought your favorite food” “i didn’t want to bother you?” you’re still confused at his reaction and sudden appearance. “why are you nagging me right now?” “you know i only come to these things to see you. imagine my surprise to see you weren’t there”

he only comes to see you?

“what?”

haechan takes a step closer to you. “i care for you y/n. i wish you had told me you weren’t feeling well”

you were shocked at his words. he cares for you? he wants to take care of you?

haechan must see the confusion in your eyes as he adds, “i like you y/n. more than just friends. i think about you all the time and i want to see you even when i’m busy. i want to know everything about you, even the smallest things, and i want to hear about your day and comfort you when it’s hard. i want to take care of you and make sure you never skip a meal. i want to be there for you when you're tired and help you feel better. let me be a shoulder for you to lean on. let me care for you properly.”

your eyes were wet with tears. there was so much sincerity in his voice, you don't remember the last time you let someone take care of you. sure, you had your roommates and friends but you hated bothering them with your troubles. most shocking was the disbelief that you were both on the same page without knowing it.

he pulls you in for a hug. you feel yourself immediately relaxing and leaning into donghyuck's touch and smell.

“i’d like that” you whisper into his shoulder in response to his confession.

he rubs your back in response and places a kiss on your forehead.

together, you move back to the couch and he orders your favorite take out as you tell him about the long week that you’ve had while cuddled into his shoulder. he listens intently while giving you words and touches of reassurance.

you feel a weight lifted off your shoulders sharing your struggles with donghyuck. you felt so incredibly lucky and grateful to have him here and you vowed to yourself in that moment that you would allow him to be a shoulder for you to lean on and to be there for him in his struggles as well.

[snuggerudsz]

NAP TIME AND BABY FEVER l QH43

SUMMARY: Quinn comes home to his wife and children napping, and it leads to a very important talk.

PAIRING: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Hi!! I'm on such a Quinn phase always right now. And dad!Quinn actually owns my heart, so I needed to write some more for him. I don't know why the kids are always sleeping when I write these, but I have more dad!Quinn coming out soon, pinky promise. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. Likes and reblogs are always welcomed. Thank you for reading!!! <3333

The house was silent when Quinn got home. It was peaceful and quiet. That’s never a good sign with children, he thought, worried. If there’s one thing having children taught Quinn Hughes it is that silence is never a good sign. Upon entering the house, he felt immediately unsettled, his eyes darting around, searching for the little ones, who usually came running into his arms, celebrating his return as if he hadn’t left only a few hours ago. 

The defenseman left his equipment bag in the foyer, throwing his keys on the table and hastily taking off his shoes, hurrying up the stairs, looking for a sign of life from his wife and children. Worried, Quinn was skipping steps. He goes into your shared room immediately feeling his heart full. Quinn opened the door to the bedroom quietly and saw his wife, sleeping peacefully in the middle with their two children, Oliver and Aurora, snuggled up against her body. He looked over, a soft smile on his face, mentally wondering how was it possible to live such a good life, surrounded by so much love. Sometimes Quinn still couldn't believe this was his life. Not even his wildest dreams would come close to reality.

He hesitated for a moment, watching the peaceful picture before him. Taking a deep breath, he slowly stepped into the room, carefully made his way over to the bed, and knelt down, carefully brushing a strand of hair from your face. Quinn got up, preparing to turn away and let them rest when you stirred awake, sleepy eyes fluttering open. A bit confused, you quickly took in your surroundings, your gaze finding your husband's. You smiled up at him sleepily and beckoned him closer, doing your best to not wake up the children.

Holding out his hand, Quinn helped you get up without disrupting the two kids. You smiled at him gratefully as he guided the both of you out of the bedroom.

You and Quinn tiptoe downstairs to the kitchen, sitting at the table, drinking some tea. Quinn told you about his day, sharing the stories of the rink, the fun of living out his dreams, and also the hardships of being the captain; you talk about your day at home, telling him about the kids and about how far you've already gotten in the writing of your new book. The two of you stay there, laughing and joking as the afternoon sun casts golden light across the room.

Quinn looked at you with a loving gaze. He could feel a wave of emotion rush through him. Having that sweet moment with you, after seeing you and the children huddled up together had filled him with a longing he couldn't quite explain. He had thought about it before, but never seriously. Now, though, he couldn't help but imagine another kid. Another little one, the perfect mix of the both of you. The thought itself made him smile.

“What do you think about having another baby?” Quinn questioned suddenly, breaking the silence.

“Are you thinking about it?” You answer, looking back at your husband, waiting for his answer.

It’d be an utter lie to say you hadn’t thought about it, truth be told. Both of the kids had friends with baby siblings and you could feel the want for another one deep inside you, missing the baby days. Besides, the sight of Quinn with his teammates' babies always made your mind go blank, full of sinful thoughts. 

“I just,” The defenseman starts, unsurely, “I wouldn't be against having another kid if you're up for it.” He said shyly, almost afraid of your response.

You smiled softly, eyes sparkling in the light of the kitchen. Leaning in, you've kissed him sweetly, voice warm and affectionate, slightly flirty. “I'd love to have another baby with you, Mr. Hughes”

Quinn grinned, eyes full of relief and surprise at his wife's answer. “There’s no one else I’d rather be the mother of my children, Mrs. Hughes,” He answers, the same flirty tone you’d used.

He rises from the table, pulling you with him. He held you close, sharing a few more kisses. They stood in the kitchen, the same kitchen where they had shared so many memories together, holding each other and dreaming about the possibilities that lay ahead of them. They both knew that their family was about to get a little bigger, and they couldn't wait. The room was filled with a different kind of joy, one that was shared between two people who loved each other deeply and were excited for the future.

[mxqdii]

cardigan - m.s

pairings: matt sturniolo x reader

summary: cardigan by taylor swift lyrics as matt and readers relationship (idk how to explain just read it)

warning(s): angst, fluff, some sad stuff.

not proofread

and when i felt like i was an old cardigan, under someones bed. you put me on and said i was your favorite.

i sit in my room muffling my sobs as i hear footsteps coming towards the door.

i hear three light knocks along with matts soft voice

"y/n? are you okay?" he asks and i quickly wipe my tears and clear my throat.

"yeah, yeah i'm fine." i croak out and the door slightly opens, the sight of matt filling my eyes with more tears

he sits down on the bed next to me wiping my tears as they fall

"what happened? talk to me." he says tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"i'm no ones favorite person, i know that sounds stupid i just-" you ramble on before getting interrupted.

"you're my favorite person"

a friend to all, is a friend to none, chase two girls, loose the one.

im sitting at home when i get a text from nick saying to come to a movie with him.

i groan, feeling all comfortable in my spot on the couch when i feel my phone vibrate again.

"come on, ill pay if you drive" the text says.

i agree and get ready, pulling up to the triplets house and opening the unlocked door.

nick comes downstairs and i pause

"oh! i almost forgot, i have to get my sweater back from matt, i left it here last time" i say, walking upstairs to matts room.

i forget to knock and just open the door, seeing what was about to be a kiss between matt and some other girl.

matt jumps at the sight of me and tears fill my eyes

"what the fuck matt??" i yell

"its not what it looks like!" he says and i laugh as the tears roll down my cheek

"ohh okay, enlighten me then." i snap back and he looks down to the floor

"i just- i wanted to be sure.." he mumbles

"what?" i say, fidgeting with my rings.

"i'm just- i'm being a friend okay y/n!? i comfort you when you're upset don't i?" he explains

"okay then, tell me you feel absolutely nothing for her then, tell me i'm the only girl you like" i protest, waiting for his response

he stays silent, looking down, which is all of an answer that i need from him.

"you've just lost me matt, goodbye."

but i knew you, playing hide and seek and giving me your weekends.

i sit at the table amongst my friends, them all engaging in the conversation.

meanwhile, i'm looking at old pictures and videos of me and matt, remembering what we had.

the adrenaline, the laughter, the love.

tears brim my eyes but i push them back, not wanting to burst out crying in the middle of lunch.

i come across a video of me and matt trying not to laugh while hiding from chris and nick.

i smile as a tear falls, remembering our movie nights every weekend, our date to the aquarium, everything.

i don't wanna miss him, but how could i not?

you drew stars around my scars, but now im bleeding.

when things got rough, matt was always there. he was the one telling me it was alright, the one who got me through it all, even if it was silly little things.

"no way! i am not going" i protest and matt laughs

"y/n, you have to." he says, grabbing my hand

ive hated going to the doctor since i was little,

(which matt is very aware of.)

sadly he still wants me to go even though im begging him not to make me

(we both know he'll make me go)

"listen, i know you dont like going, but i'll be there the whole time okay? plus it's this appointment and then one more next month, and thats it."

i sigh in defeat, knowing i can't be upset when he makes it all better.

"fine but you're coming to the next one too." i say and he laughs

"its already in my calender" he says with a smile

i stare at the reminder on my phone about tomorrow's doctors appointment, remembering how matt promised he'd go to it with me.

but that was last month, and things were different then.

i feel tears fall down my face, remembering how much better things were with matt.

i go on messages and click on matts contact, debating on calling him.

i groan, putting my phone back in my pocket, driving to the appointment.

but i knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss, i knew you'd haunt all of my what if's

its been 2 months since everything, and me and matt have been texting a little bit since, thing's aren't the same, they never will be.

it'll never be like how it used to.

"matt! stop!" i say laughing

"get off!" i yell with laughter

if someone were to walk in right now, they'd see two lovestruck teenagers in matts bed.

he's currently tickling me to death and attacking me with kisses.

and even though i'm telling him to stop, in this moment, i feel like i've never been happier.

he stops his actions and his face hovers above mine, his eyes flickering to my lips

i smile, and he kisses me softy.

a kiss filled with love and passion, a kiss i'll never forget.

i knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired

me and nick have been on call for a while and somehow the topic stumbled on to matt and the girl i walked in on him with

"yeah i think matt's tired of her or something, me and chris don't really like her either" he says and my eyes widen

"what do you mean he's tired of her?" i ask

"well, he used to be more excited around her but now the most i see him smiling is when he's texting you"

nick says and my heart flutters

i can't go back to matt, not after what he did.

but i do really miss him, and i know he misses me too.

"you should start talking to him more, i know he really hurt you after what he did but i think he's truly changed, he seems just- i dont know- different." nick rambles on

"i dont know nick... after what he did, if he's really changed, he's gonna have to prove it to me." i say.

i knew you'd come back to me.

"happy birthday to y/n, happy birthday to you!" the party sings and i blow out my candles

i am happy, but i can't help but feel like somethings missing.

all my friends and family are here, everyone i know and love, everyone except matt.

i feel sadness fill my thoughts for a moment but brush it off, i can't be sad right now, not here, not today.

i watch as everyone encourages me to open gifts, agreeing while sitting down around the pile of presants.

i open them, listening to the chatter around me and the rain pouring from outside, opening all but 1.

"who's this one from?" i ask, laughing at the handwriting, but nobody answers.

i look around at everyone as they stay silent, making me look down at the writing again, instantly remembering that only matt writes his T's like that.

i smile, unwrapping the gift.

my eyes widen at the sight, its a necklace i said i wanted last year.

he remembered.

a smile, observing it, when suddenly there’s a knock at the door.

i look around, confused because everyone was already here, but still getting up to open the door.

i widen my eyes at the sight of matt, soaking wet, drenched by the rain.

"listen, i'm sorry, truly y/n. i was so fucked up for leading you on like that and then just throwing it all away, it's you y/n it's always been you. you're the one for me, and i know i messed up but i can't sit at home re-reading our texts and watching our old videos, i want you back- please i- i need you back." he says, voice hoarse from crying, tears streaming down his face.

"i-" i try to find the words to respond, but can't

i step out onto the porch where he was standing, letting the rain drench me as well.

pulling matt in, kissing him.

a kiss that will forevermore top any other kiss.

a kiss filled with need and desire, a desire to just be close to eachother again.

we pull away after what feels like forever, and he places his forhead against mine.

"you're always gonna be my favorite"

[cythena]

HIS ROOMMATE

♡ ⌢ ₊ NOTES: scara x reader, also some childe but mentioned, sexual tension, public sex (library), unprotected sex, breeding, tall flirty scara, also another post encouraged by @iamnotgayiamstraight

how often did scara have to hear you two? yeah it seemed like every night he would be stuck listening to you and his roommate fucking. he questioned why you couldn’t do it at your place every so often or get a room— just whatever kept it out of his ears. you were always so loud and childe didn’t seem to care. he knew it was a shitty ego boost knowing scara could hear everything. the headboard slammed against the wall, you responded to his dirty talk with sentences strung together with mostly moans. it was real, it was hot, and it made him a little jealous.

after your time with childe, you would usually go home but occasionally you would spend the night— in childe’s room. scara wandered downstairs to grab a monster and hop on some game back in his room. he didn’t expect to see the light already on.

“you son of a bitch, i’m fed u-” he started, ready to cuss his roommate out for his insensitivity.

“oh! you’re his roommate?”

his feet froze in his tracks. he fully made it into the kitchen before noticing it was you standing there. two monsters sat on the island in front of you. a black nike tshirt was draped over your naked body, your nipples hard through the shirt. you smiled at him, seemingly forgetting your appearance and relationship. “i’m y/n!”

“i know,” he responded. “what are you doing down here…in my shirt?”

“ajax sent me down to grab drinks- oh and this is what he gave me to wear last time.” you wrapped your fingers around the cold cans. your pretty manicured nails tapped the aluminum. “you're always in your room when i'm here..." you pouted. your eyes flickered up and down.

you noticed his tank top clinging to his chest. his thighs seemed to almost protrude through his sweatpants. he was shorter than his roommate but very well built. childe said scara would occasionally accompany him to the gym, it was present as he stood with his arms crossed over his chest. you found your eyes tracing the shape of his muscles. were his legs the same?

“i kinda wish you left a little more often.”

scara immediately caught on to your intentions. he scoffed and pressed his arms further against his chest. “how bold, that work on childe?” he stepped closer to the counter, his tussled hair bouncing with each step. he learned against the white quartz and cocked his head. “expect it to work on me too?”

“is it?” you rested your head on your palm, ignoring the drinks you were supposed to bring upstairs. your nail drew circles on the counter as your avoided his eyes. you felt them shift from your own to your nail, however with a quick glance you found them still locked onto your face.

“don’t be shy now, or is this a trick? i’d only expect the best of these games from a girl like you.” you looked up with furrowed brows and pouted lips. you bit your tongue—you think. really you couldn’t come up some snarky response. scara only shut his eyes with a small smile.

“you’re meaner than your roommate,” was all you could spit out.

“i am.”

you snatched the cans up. “but you’re less of a tease than he is. very refreshing.” you smirked and left the kitchen. scara ran his fingers through his hair as you walked past him. he smiled to himself as he thought about you like you were long gone, ignoring the man you were returning to.

scara couldn’t stand being in the same house as childe at times. he could live at the library forever. he didn’t even read much, he only had his textbooks out to look busy however he was more interested in his phone. scrolling through various instagram photos.

“thought i might find you here.”

“hm funny, this would be the last place i look for you,” scara laughed to himself before looking up from his phone. you took the seat next to him in the back corner of the library. “you studying or just miss me?”

“guess. childe’s out with zhongli right now and i couldn’t wait to find you. i just wish it was a little more private.”

“your confidence returns. and what would you like privacy for?” he smirked.

“you’re such an ass, scara.”

“i know.” he cupped your chin with his extended hand. in a swift motion your lips were molded against his, slowly following the pace he set. your hands twitched in your lap. suddenly, your chair was kicked from underneath the table and you were pulled onto his lap. in a trance, you placed your hands against his shoulders.

you pulled away as quick as you started. his lips shimmered with your now shared gloss. “scara,” you panted, “we can’t do this here.” scara gave a mock frown. his hands rested on the back of your neck and waist.

“oh come on, afraid of getting caught?” you nodded. “then better stay quiet.” he hooked your panties to the side, dropping you down onto his cock you didn’t even notice he took out while pushing you by the neck. he muffled both of your moans with the kiss. your eyes shut and almost rolled back into your head. your arms tensed and hands squeezed his shoulders.

your hips rocked back and forth on his lap before he lifted you up. you didn’t sit fully on his lap to stay quiet. your head fell backwards as you relaxed. he dragged a hand from your waist to your upper back to hold you up. he stifled a groan of his own. “f-fuckin’ see why he’s so obsessed.” he also threw his head back.

“scara,” you moaned.

“sound so pretty…what a pretty girl.” you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“i can’t, scara i’m gonna-” you whined. he placed an index finger over your lips. he moved his hand now his thumb took its place. he smudged your dark lip liner with a smirk. before you could complain, he pushed his finger past your lips. the pad of his thumb pressed against your tongue.

voices and footsteps shuffled past the bookcase you used for cover. your eyes widened.

he dragged you down. “sorry pretty,” he shushed you, “i won’t let anyone see you. come on, cum for me now.”

it’s like his own sense. at that moment, he sat you down as your cunt spasmed. your thighs squeezed his own. you pulled his head closer to your chest as you came. your fingers were tangled in his purple locks. your cries of his name were much quieter with his thumb blocking the sound. your body seemed to grow hotter by the second. “ok pretty,” he hissed. “fuck, i’m gonna cum too.”

“inside please. it’s easier.” you looked down through your hooded eyes. your thighs quivered as he filled you up with hot cum. his leg lifted from underneath you.

“good job, pretty. i think i should keep you for myself. but you wouldn’t like that? you wanna be shared.”

you didn’t respond—seemingly too exhausted from the orgasm he sent you in within a matter of minutes. “m-more please scara. i need it.”

he chuckled, tucking himself back in and lifting you up. your hands found the desk behind you to hold you up. your trembling legs took a moment to regain some balance. one hand held you as he packed his stuff up. slinging his backpack over his shoulder, he helped you walk out of the library.

“where are we going?” you asked.

“my room, you still want more don’t you?”

“what the fuck! scaramouche?” you looked over your shoulder at childe and zhongli behind you.

scara grinned, relishing in his roommates surprise. “what’s the problem? we already share everything else.”

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Silent Screaming

Pairing: Sangwook x GN!Reader (~ish) | Summary: The end of the world seems to have a way with breaking everyone down. No one is quite sure if that applies to him, but you're thinking it might. Words: 804 | Reading Time: ~3.5 mins Author's Note/*Warnings: This is my first time writing for Sweet Home or Pyeon Sangwook as a character, so please forgive me if the execution is not perfect as I ease into finding my space in this universe. *Warnings: Descriptions of violence, gore, injuries, and death, etc. as related to the themes of Sweet Home.

Green Home, for the first time since the end of the world, seemed quiet. There was a sort of calm in it, realizing that there could be time to catch your breath between screams and fights and bells and monsters. The only problems then, in the closest thing to silence you'd found since all of this started, were the thoughts that were finally allowed to creep in to your head.

You'd seen it first, and most often, with the group downstairs. Any time there seemed to be a moment of rest between everything going wrong, someone would find something to lose their heads about. The shop owner was the worst of them, constantly screaming about what was his and who was worth saving.

At first, the tall stranger hadn't seemed to care what anyone thought. He'd stalk through the room, cigarette hanging from his mouth and shoulders held high, carrying on with whatever business he had deemed important to himself. And then, after you had all seen him kill Yoon-jae with his own hands, it was like something snapped in him.

"Why did you do it?" You asked quietly, breaking the silence in the stockroom as he sits behind the counter. You'd been sitting in silence for a while now, watching dust settle as it fell from cracked ceiling tiles. You'd been surprised he'd let you sit in the same room at all, much less let you open a bottle of soju as you sat in the silence. He had simply looked at you after you spoke, no change in his expression, no sign that he would engage in the conversation at all.

"Why did you try to lock yourself outside of the gate?" You clarify the question, and you almost miss the way his eyes seem to change. His expression softens slightly, and he looks ahead again. The silence is long, and you are almost convinced that maybe you'd never said anything aloud.

"It's to keep the monsters out." his voice is low and rough, as if he hadn't used it in a while. You eyes are on him again in an instant, watching the way his face falls and his eyes fix to his hands.

"The gate?" Your words are met with silence again, forcing them into being rhetorical rather than a call for response.

It felt like a blow, realizing what he meant. You had been struck into a stupor that night, after watching him as he brought the hammer down again and again, seeing his skin stained with red before the man beneath him had stopped fighting. And then, a different kind of silence when you watched him stumble to his feet and drag the man out of the building and into the rain.

He had been shaking, stumbling over each step and struggling to stay upright at all after what they'd been through. And yet, he managed to pull Su-ung and Min-ju's bodies into the lobby of the building before walking back out into the rain, and beginning to pull the gate back down with himself outside.

He thought of himself as a monster. He had tried to lock himself out where he thought he belonged, and the realization makes your skin begin to burn with the need to tell him otherwise. To prove otherwise.

"You're not a monster." You refute what he hasn't said as you stand from the small table, walking toward the counter he sits at.

He keeps his head down, shaking it slightly as he busies his hands, pulling out a cigarette from a half-crushed box. He doesn't move to light it, he simply pulls it up and lets it fall again, then repeats the motion. You fight the urge to touch him, to set your hand on his shoulder as if it would provide some sort of comfort. To hold him as if he wasn't a stranger and you weren't yourself falling apart with every day that passes in this new world.

"Sangwook." Your voice is soft, gentle as it carries a name you're not sure you should say. You weren't even meant to know it, as far as you were aware.

He looks up instantly at the sound, whether out of surprise or anger you're not sure, but the expression on his face feels like another blow to the chest as his eyes meet yours. His eyebrows are pulled together, twitching slightly as he looks up at you with wide, wet eyes, lines of skin cleaned by tears shining slightly in the dim light.

"You are not a monster." You force the words out, knowing that they need to be said louder than whatever it was that was being repeated in his head. You were sure, because you had your own screaming in your head.

"You might be the most human thing here."

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Chapter 1, Part 5: "You Passed"

⚠️ CW: Institutionalized Slavery, Dehumanization, Food Whump, Poisons, Starvation, Degrading Self-Talk, ANGST..... Please let me know if I missed anything.

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The Mutt stayed back a moment, still savoring those two small words. Once he evened himself, he too walked out of the room. He had an hour with no specific orders. The dog already knew what he was going to do with it.

He snuck past the living area, making sure not to be seen by Balor. This wasn’t too much of a task though, Balor was dense, and Dog was quiet.

He had plenty of practice from that time his master accidentally left him on orders of complete silence for almost a year. For almost a year, any time he so much as stepped too hard the bands would tear into him. Ever since then he’s been hyper aware of every sound he made.

Easy as sugar tree bake, he was past. He first went to the kitchens and grabbed mostly fruits and raw vegetables. Those would probably go unnoticed and be the easiest to explain if they didn’t.

Dog didn’t even need to look for Boy. The boy was in the back kitchen washing dishes. The gut-wrenching realization hit him, as a flash of anger had to be tamped down. They put the starved child to work in the kitchen.

The mongrel took hold of Boy’s wrist and led him downstairs, down the marble staircase to the wine cellar.

“Eat,” he urged, shoving the food at him.

“But won’t we………”

Dog cut Boy off, “I’ll take full responsibility, just eat, please.”

“T-thank you.” Boy slid down the wall, too exhausted to argue and scarfed down the meager meal. “You’re not going to have lunch?”

Dog’s stomach churned, food would probably help the poisons, but his master hadn’t said he could. “No, Master needs me back in an hour, I don’t want to feel weighted down,” he replied smoothly.

Boy nibbled at a carrot as the dog felt him analyzing him, “What is it he is always pulling you away for anyway? You have been holed up in that room for hours this morning.”

“You know better than to ask,” the Mutt replied. He changed the subject quickly, “You should come up with a hair style this evening, you could use a haircut.” The others didn’t need to know about the poisons, he especially wanted to protect Boy from the truth. A truth Boy himself narrowly missed. He pushed down the bitter memories of his 10-year-old self with the 3-year-old version of the kid in front of him.

Boy paused for a moment then agreed, “It is getting long, isn’t it?” He played a bit with the short braid the dog hastily put it up in this morning.

Dog nodded, “Mmmhmm, I’ll ask master for some scissors and a razor later. Now eat, and seriously, don’t worry about the consequences, I’ve got it covered.”

“I’m eating, I’m eating,” the boy chuckled a bit.

The sound filled the dog’s chest with warmth. He didn’t fully understand it, but it felt nice. He wanted to always protect that warm sound, since the first day he heard it all those years ago. Dog patted his cheek a bit before putting his mask of void back on to go back upstairs. He wouldn’t want to mess up and act like something other than a tool in front of his master. The thought came forward somewhat more resentful than expected.

The dog reentered the familiar room and was instantly hit with the smell of food. His stomach growled loudly, but he pushed the hunger pain away and sat in his usual seat. His posture was rigid as he slowed his breathing to prevent extra movement, he rested his arms on the metal plates, ready to be restrained, should his master desire it.

He kept his gaze on the floor, analyzing the familiar tiles in front of him. The faded blue green stone caught the afternoon light from the window, making them glimmer a bit. When he looked carefully, he could occasionally see the small fossils of snails and tiny crustaceans long dead. He vaguely wondered, as always, what their life may have been like before they became trapped in stone. ‘Was it happier life than my own?’

The door opened loudly, startling him. The sound snapped the dog’s attention back to the present. His master strode in, placing a table in front of him once again. He inwardly flinched; this meant more poison. ‘Probably’ he thought glumly, answering his own question about the snail.

His master sat a tiny portion of food in front of him. “Eat it.” He said simply.

The mutt complied, slowly, thoughtfully holding it in his mouth. He knew better than to wolf the food down by now, no matter how hungry he might be. A flavor arose from the bit of casserole, a flavor that did not quite belong, proving his instincts correct. It was slightly bitter, maybe a little sour? That could be the cream though. It was barely there against the other flavors of the casserole. There was also a slight musty taste to it, that was the giveaway.

“Lim,” he said measuredly, keeping his tone neutral. Lim was a root, similar to a potato, which made it easy to hide in a dish such as this. “Lim is a slow acting poison. It has to be fed to the victim over days or weeks. By the time it’s noticed there is no way to treat it.”

This went on dish after dish. Some were mixed with several poisons in one dish. The end was in sight when another potato dish was sat in front of him. He tested, he instantly found the Lim, but he continued to hold it in his mouth, careful not to assume that’s the only poison in it. Soon his tongue started going numb, there was another poison.

“Lim and Caecus,” he announced, voice shaking slightly. Poison resistance did not mean he had complete immunity; he was fast reaching his limit.

His mast still said nothing. Nothing…. He deeply wanted was praise…. The poisons hurt, he felt like he swallowed knives and needles…. Yet another dish was sat in front of him, a dessert. Finally, it was almost over….

He bit into sample of cherry bar. It was tart, as expected with cherry, but there was a sourer tone to it. There was an exceptionally sour smell emanating from it as well. “Balla wood berry.”

His master added the dish to the stack on the tray and walked out without saying a word. The dog choked back the sick feeling building inside of him. He knew this was the only food he was going to get today and was desperately trying to keep it down. His master also usually punished him for getting sick after taking poisons, he wanted so bad to be good. He badly wanted his master’s approval; it would make the sick feeling much better.

Finally, his master came back in. The dog clinched his jaw with nerves, barely containing a flinch as he listened to his master’s footsteps cross the room to him. He found himself holding his breath as he walked in the front of him.

“Mutt…” his master passed, as if looking for the words, “You passed. You have correctly identified all of the poisons, even under stress.”

His master sounded pleased, his master has never sounded so pleased… the dog’s eyes began to water involuntarily, getting touched with the ring was just part of the test. He wasn’t bad after all!

“Good boy, I’m proud of you.” His master patted his cheek with a gloved hand, “as a reward I’ll let you go back to your quarters early.”

The mutt began to tear up, he’d never in his life had ever been told someone was proud of him, let alone his master. This was well beyond the praise he had hoped for. He completely forgot about being sick. The emotions welled up inside of him, threatening to overflow. He decided he would ask for the hair cutting supplies later and stood, immediately dropped to his knees in a reverent bow.

“T-thank you Master,” he replied, pushing his voice to be as flat as possible.

His master did not respond, instead the Tallisian turned and walked out of the room, leaving the Mutt alone.

When his master was out of ear shot, he let himself overflow. “This slave, this mutt, he was good!!!!” he yelled as loud as his ruined throat let him. “He made Master PROUD!! PROUD, Master was PROUD!” he sobbed, it was so surreal to hear those words. He just sat on the floor sobbing. Something strange happened, his lips stretched, his face felt weird…. Was this what a smile felt like? He sat on the floor of his master’s office, grinning and sobbing like a fool. He didn’t usually talk in the third person when he was alone, but it just felt right. He was finally a useful tool. He had made his master PROUD.

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Roommates | Chapter 3

Danny x F! Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Alcohol, Arguing, Oral Sex (F receiving), Slut Shaming?

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Next morning you woke with an excruciating hangover. It was 11:43am, you rolled over grabbing the bottle of water chugging it like you were dryer than the dessert. You sat up stretching out, you were still in the dress from last night. You shook your head, getting out of bed grabbing a pair of leggings, and a t-shirt to change into. You couldn’t exactly grasp what all happened last night, you weren’t even sure how you got into your bed.

You changed into clean clothes and made your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth, and fix your hair. You simply braided it after brushing through and detangling the knots. You then proceeded to make your way downstairs finding Josie sitting at the island eating some pancakes as Danny finished making bacon. He was shirtless, and wearing sweatpants. His curls looked messy as if he just woke up not too long ago as well.

“Morning there sleepy head.” Josie giggled, “Danny has been so nice to make us all breakfast.” She smiled, continuing to eat. “Wow, thanks Danny.” You smiled softly walking over to grab a plate and place two pancakes onto your plate with some bacon on the side. “Anytime…” He mumbled under his breath, you rolled your eyes going to sit next to Josie. “So, it’s your last week here… We should do something today. Before you leave.” You nudged Josie, as she turned towards you frowning. “I would love to stay longer… But you get it.” She smiled softly, as you nodded to her response, taking a bit of your food.

“I do. I’ll miss you. You better visit as often as you can, and I’ll do the same.” You giggled softly. “Of course! Now, what exactly should we do today?” She raised her eyebrow, “I don’t even know. I don’t know much about Nashville just yet, I just finally remembered how to get to work.” You laughed embarrassed by the thought. “How about we get a mani/pedi, and figure out the rest then?” Josie smiled at you, finishing up her food. “But I’m going to take a quick shower, and then we can go.” She smiled, putting her dish in the dishwasher, leaving the room.

It was now only you and Danny in the kitchen, he was finishing up cleaning the area. Fixing himself a plate, he sat on the opposite side of the island. You kept quiet, starting to remember last night's events. You watched Danny’s hands then looked up to his face, to catch him staring at you. “Staring problem much?” He smugly asked, “I wasn’t staring.” You bit back. He then rolled his eyes laughing cockily. “Last night was… Interesting.” He took a bite of his food, watching you. “Last night was simply a mistake.” You felt your cheeks get hot.

“A mistake… Didn’t seem like it when you're moaning for me to keep going.” He smirked, you looked at him with seriousness. “Danny, Josie can’t know about anything…” You looked behind you to make sure she wasn’t around. “We’re simply roommates, and that’s until I get my own place…” You finished your plate, putting it in the dishwasher. “Who said Josie needed to know? If anything you’re the one making a deal out of it.” He finished his food coming up behind to put his dishes in the dishwasher.

“Don’t try and act like you like me all of a sudden.” You looked up at him, he towered over you greatly. “Who said I had to like you to fuck around with you?” He smirked walking away. ‘What a fucking dick…’ You thought to yourself.

As you made your way to go upstairs, Josie was coming out of the bathroom. “I just finished, I’m changing, then I’ll be ready to go.” She smiled and went into her room, you nodded making way to your room to change into a better outfit for a day out. You had grabbed your car keys, and crossbody bag meeting Josie in the main entryway.

“Have fun ladies…” Danny said, smiling and giving you a wink. You gave him a silent ‘Fuck You’ and walked out of the house with Josie getting into your car.

The drive over to the nail salon wasn’t long. Once you had entered they had seated you right away, as the place was surprisingly not busy.

“So… Are you liking it here in Nashville?” Josie looked over at you. You smiled taking a seat in the chair after picking your color. “Yeah I am, it’s really nice here. Everyone is super nice…” “Everyone except Danny… Right?” She had a sincere look, “Danny is… A hard ass.” You laughed softly, “But I’m sure we’ll manage.” You looked over at her. “I’ll set his ass straight one way or another.” She laughed softly, “Whether it's me or one of the guys.”

“Are you excited to head home and see your parents?” You giggled as the worker started to scrub your feet after they were soaking for a while. “Yeah, I miss them. And it’s good to see them too for a while before I move. I really wish Danny would visit more often though… Mom misses him more than anything. And dad too.” She sighed, “Sometimes I think he has his head so far up his ass, ya know?” She laughed to herself. “I totally get it, I mean only he can work on himself though… There isn’t much any of us can do.” You shrugged.

“I guess you’re right, well enough about that. Have you met any cute guys while being here?” She smiled brightly. “No… A lot of them seem to be here for the same things…” You shook your head. “A lot of eye candy, but nothing that has caught my interest yet unfortunately. And besides, I like being single right now. I can do whatever I want.” You laughed softly as Josie nodded agreeing. “Yeah, I miss the single life sometimes. But I’m very happy with Adam.” “I’m glad you have him, I hope to have that one day.” You smiled softly, setting the massager setting on the chair.

The both of you just relaxed and enjoyed the relaxation and conversation between the two of you. The basic girl talk and reliving the memories from college.

After finishing up, you both decided to head out to eat. Picking a burger joint, and dining in. You both had seated on a terrace outside, when you had heard your phone ringing.

You looked to see who it was, and it was your manager calling. “Hold on a sec Josie.” You smiled, answering your phone standing up to walk to a quiet area.

“Hello?”

“Ah hello, Y/N. We have some great news for you!”

“What would it be Henry?” You asked nervously.

“We have your first big work trip coming up! I’m not sure if you’re familiar with Greta Van Fleet at all? But you will be heading on tour with them starting next month.” He sounded thrilled on the other end of the line.

You stood there shocked, “Wait I’m sorry, what?” You almost choked on your words.

“We’ve seen your work with us, and thought you were doing an amazing job and wanted to challenge you a bit. So this is your big moment! What do you say?” He chuckled lightly.

“Uh, thank you! This is absolutely incredible, I won’t let you guys down. Thank you for trusting me to do this project.” You smiled happily and nervously.

“We’ll be in contact over the next few days with details and such. So you’re in the loop of how things run for a world tour. We’ll talk soon Y/N!” He sounded chipper.

“Thank you again Henry! Talk soon.” You smiled hanging up and walking back over to Josie sitting down.

Josie smiled looking up at you. “What was that all about?” You smiled at her, “Well the guys are in for a surprise…” You laughed softly. “Tell me!!” You took a deep breath, “I’m going to be going on tour with the guys…”

Josie’s face lit up. “Oh my god! That’s absolutely incredible! We’ll have to tell them.” She smiled at you beaming, you nodded your head. “Wait… Shouldn’t we keep it a surprise?” You thought about the possibility of Danny freaking out over you working for them. He won’t like the idea, considering you get on his nerves by simply being his roommate.

“Oh yeah, good idea!” She giggled softly, and started to talk about what she had planned for next week. “So I was thinking of having a get-together at Danny’s for the guys' hard work. Invite their friends and such, and their crew too. And you can get to know everyone before heading on tour with them!” She smiled excitedly. “And it’s perfect to throw before I leave.” She turned towards you frowning slightly. “Do you think Danny will be alright with the idea?” You were nervous however he would take it.

“He could never say no to his little sister, and besides that dude throws a party at his place any other time.” She laughed softly. “Whatever you say then. Okay! I’m in.” You laughed softly, as you guys continued to talk about the planning for the party as you ordered your food and ate.

➳ ➳ ➳

A week had gone by, it was Saturday. And Josie’s flight left tomorrow afternoon to return home. The week had gone by fast, due to doing some required assignments for your upcoming gig with the guys. And during the week you and Josie pretty much did whatever you could to soak up the fun that you would have left together. Occasionally her and Danny would go out golfing while you worked at home, it was nice to work in a quiet environment. Not like Danny was ever loud, but sometimes he would be playing his drums or playing his records.

You had helped decorate the house a bit with Josie, nothing crazy, you both had just set up some tables to put some snacks on and set up wine, beer and whatever else you could think of. Danny had walked into the party room as you and Josie were finishing setting everything up. “Looks great, girls.” He flashed a smile, he had his hair tied back in a low ponytail wearing a blue snapback hat. He wore it backwards, and his blue bomber jacket, and some black skinny jeans with his white sneakers. The usual Danny fit that you and Josie liked to joke at. But you couldn’t help but stare at him for a bit.

In fact Josie noticed it, “Are you gonna gawk at him the whole night or are you gonna finish grabbing the solo cups before everyone gets here.” She laughed softly, which brought you back to her attention. “I was not gawking at him. In fact, quite the opposite, is that the only outfit he owns.” You laughed softly running into the kitchen to grab the solo cups.

“You were definitely gawking at me there…” You heard Danny come up behind you. You turned on your heels facing him, “I definitely was not…” You felt your cheeks flush. “Whatever you say princess.” He smirked, walking away, “You’re a dick…” You mumbled to yourself. “Heard that!” He yelled as he exited the kitchen, you bit your lip walking back to the party room bringing the cups and setting them on the table.

An hour had passed, and people had started showing up. The crew had shown up pretty much first, and the rest of the guys followed suit after. You had introduced yourself to the guys crew before any of them noticed to try and avoid speculation. You really wanted to keep it hidden that you would be working for them. As much as it bothered you to keep this from them, you just wanted to avoid any conflict with Danny beforehand.

The party seemed to be going well, everyone was talking, drinking and some were even dancing. You went to grab a drink, filling your cup up with vodka and adding pineapple juice. When you were suddenly met with some stranger you hadn’t met before. “Hey.” The curly haired man said, “Hi, I’m sorry we haven’t met yet. I’m Y/N, and you are?” You put your hand out to shake his, he shook your hand introducing himself. “I’m Dave, I’m Danny’s friend.” You felt your heart sink to your ass, “Nice to meet you. I’m actually Josie’s friend, and I’m currently staying with Danny until I get my own place…” You looked down taking a sip of your drink.

“Oh so you’re the roommate he’s been talking about?” He smiled softly, grabbing a beer for himself. What was that supposed to mean? “I’d hope good things…” You smiled nervously and Dave smiled back. “Nothing bad! I’m sorry if I scared you for a second.” You shook your head, “No, I just don’t want to make a bad impression to anyone… I’m still relatively new to this area. And not trying to have a bad rep.” You smiled at him.

Dave shook his head softly, “Trust me, the only way you could ever have a bad reputation here is if you were a complete asshole. You don’t seem to be one, at least in my opinion.” He started laughing softly, and you laughed with him.

But what you didn’t know is that Danny was watching the two of you from afar. Dave and you had talked for a couple of more minutes about how he met Danny and what he does. You’ve come to find out he is in his own band, and that they do little gigs for the time being as they try to get their music out there to be able to do a headliner tour soon.

“That’s absolutely incredible, I’ll definitely have to check your music out.” You smiled softly, and Danny came over to you guys.

“Oh hey Danny” Dave smiled at him. “Hey… so did you know Y/N has a staring problem?” You looked over at Danny. “What do you mean?” Dave asked in response.

“Well, she was staring at me earlier and got pissed off when I called her out on it. Probably because she wants to fuck me and I don’t want to fuck her. So now she’s over here acting like the little slut she is, trying to grasp any guy's attention” He smirked at Dave, that’s when you threw your drink on him. Storming off to your bedroom, shutting your door shut behind you.

Danny comes barging into your room. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Throwing a drink on me?” You scoffed walking up to him, pushing his chest. “Are you kidding me? You deserved it. You talked about me like I was some random girl Daniel. I’m not!” You ran a hand through your hair.

“I know, I did it just to get you wound up.” He smirked, “You know…you owe me.” You looked over at him, “I owe you?”

“Don’t play stupid. You threw vodka into my eyeballs.” You smirked at his response, “So?”

“So?” He mocked your tone, “I think I deserve an apology.” He walked up to you. “I’m not apologizing.” You laughed softly.

“Okay…so you’re not going to apologize?” He was now inches from you. “I just said that” You looked up at him.

“I At least deserve a taste of that pretty pussy.” He then moved his hand to wrap around your throat. “You would like that wouldn’t you? Me tasting you?” You were fighting a whimper, looking down to where his hand was placed.

“Poor thing… Getting all worked up?” He gripped a little tighter on your throat. “You gonna do something about it?” You looked into his eyes, and he smirked at you. “I think I have an idea…” Suddenly his lips were pressed against yours, as he pulled you closer into him.

You couldn’t fight against, but only cave in. For as much as you hated his guts right now, the alcohol in you was telling you otherwise. He slowly backed you into your bed, letting you fall onto your plush comforter as he crawled on top of you, kissing your neck leaving sloppy wet kisses. Letting the cool air hit where he left his trail.

You couldn’t help but let a moan slip out, he shot a look up at you smiling mischievously. “I haven’t even done much, and you’re already falling apart…” He chuckled lightly. “I’m sorry princess, but we can’t do too much tonight… We have a party to tend to.” He hiked your skirt up, ripping off your panties.

He started kissing your inner thighs, running his hands down your body resting them just above your hips. You sat up on your elbows. “Hold up. If you’re going to eat me out, I at least get to ride your face.” He smirked at you, “Well come ride it then.”

Danny moved over to lay on your bed, grabbing your body to pull you over his face. You were hesitant when hovering his face, when suddenly his hands grip onto your thighs pulling you down. Making him pressed directly into your core. He interlocks his one hand that is wrapped around your thigh, as you place your free hand to grip the headboard.

He licks a stripe causing you to tremble under his touch, you grip the headboard for stability. He removes his face for a moment, “Are you always wet like this for me…” He then dives his face back in, kitty like licks across your clit.

“Y-yes…” You whine out for him, starting to roll your hips slowly. You felt him smirk against you, as he continued to swirl circles around your bundle of nerves. You began arching your back and bracing yourself on his chest.

He then moves a little bit further down and the bridge of his nose catches your clit making you slowly move your hips forward trying to create friction. As he starts to move his nose against your clit giving you the friction you wanted, you jolt from the sudden movement.

Danny then grabs your ass pulling you back down, “Don’t move, unless I say so.” He growled at you. You moaned out again, as he smacked your ass giving you the sign to go again. This time you let him continue on what he did before, enjoying this overwhelming feeling.

Danny kept licking your core, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You couldn’t keep your lewd sounds quiet, he made you feel like you were on cloud 9. “Danny… Right t-there…” You cried out, gripping the headboard as you began to ride his face rolling your hips.

He used his tongue to trace circles around your bud, and moved his nose to help you chase your orgasm. You bite your lip suppressing more noises. He pulled away again, “Let them out baby… Let them know who's making you feel this good.” Within an instant he goes back to aggressively eating you out. You throw your head back, pushing his hat off to grab a hold of his curls tugging at them. Causing a groan to rip from him, sending vibrations through your body. Enough to break the barrier.

“Oh fuck…” You cry out, picking up the pace in your hips rolling against his face begging for more friction. He starts pulling your thighs more bringing you closer to him. He flicks his tongue in motions you can’t even describe, you feel your thighs starting to burn, getting tired. You start to tremble above him, nearing your high. He attaches his lips around your bud shooting a look up at your face.

The feeling is euphoric as you feel yourself release onto his mouth. You grip his hair one last final tug as you let your body calm down. Your breathing is heavy as you remove yourself from his face. Standing up on your feet beside your bed, you grab a pair of panties, putting them on and fixing your skirt. “I should’ve let you do that a long time ago…” You blushed looking over at him.

He smirked looking over at you as he was fixing his hair and hat. “Well… I’m always a dick as you put it half the time…” He chuckled lightly. “Well maybe if you started treating me better, you would have a better outcome of all of this.” You looked over at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He scoffed looking back at you. “Daniel, you treat me like an object! You act as if I don’t have feelings.” You felt your cheeks getting hot.

“I don’t treat you like an object! Where the hell did you get that from?” He was yelling now, making you scared. “You act like I’m a nuisance to you. As if I ruined your life by simply living here.” You raised your voice. “It’s not that easy to fucking explain Y/N!” He slammed his hand against the wall making you jump. You felt tears welling up, “I think you should leave the room…” You choked out.

“It’s my fucking house.” He looked over at you. “And I pay rent. Get out of my room!” You screamed at him crying now. “Fine.” He stormed past you, opening and slamming the door behind him.

You laid on your bed, crying to yourself feeling at your most vulnerable state. Why was he this way? What did you ever do to deserve to be treated this way? And now you would be facing him every day by yourself while Josie goes back home…

[trappedinafantasy37]

Let me tell you about my first time meeting Minthara and locking myself into the grove raid

I was having a chat with someone in the comments of my fanfic where I had told them I locked myself into the grove raid on my first run. They got really curious as to how I managed that. But, my response got a bit too long, so I figured I’d kinda do a bit of a writeup and reminisce about my first time playing Baldurs Gate 3 all the way back on Christmas Day and how I raided the grove with Minthara.

And oooo boi, where do I begin! Just a massive string of first time player who doesn’t know how to look, how to listen, or how to read. To start, never found Wyll in the grove (and when I eventually did he was big mad). I have no idea how I missed him. For some reason, my dumb ass also didn’t explore north of Blighted Village. So, I never found Karlach (and when I eventually did she was big mad). I went down to the swamp and Ethel just humiliated me, so I decided to go back until I was level 5 cause she was level 5. I never found Wood Woad so I never learned of the Shadow Druid stuff. I also never found the Underdark or Grymforge until exploring the goblin camp AFTER the raid so the only thing left for me to do was the grove.

Kagha wouldn’t talk to me cause she wanted me to go to Zevlor. I don’t know how I did it, but Zevlor wanted me to kill Kagha and just refused to talk to me when I said I wasn’t gonna kill Kagha. I also never found Mol so never got the quest to steal the idol.

So, all that was left was the goblin camp. Went downstairs to find the bear in the cage, I kinda figured it was Halsin. But, I think I picked the wrong dialogue options with the goblin kids and pissed off the bear. Long story short, bear got dead. All that was left was talking with Minthara and man she scared the absolute fucking shit outta me! When she told me to tell her where the grove was, I was literally too scared to tell her no and gave her the location. Don’t know bout you, but powerful and scary women can convince me to do just about anything! I felt awful, but it felt like it was the only way to progress the grove conflict.

Then I started the raid and saw that I still had the option to turn against her. I was so excited and thought “Yay! I can still save them AND I’ll have an army of tiefling and druids.” WRONG! I had 3 tieflings and only 1 was actually worth a damn and the druids slept through their big day. Minthara swept the floor with my ass, again, and again, and again. I tried that fight for 3 hours and Minthara won the fight every time. Mind you, I was severely under leveled and was doing the raid at level 3.

I may have found Withers, but didn’t know about respecing so Shadowheart was still in her default class of Trickery Domain (WHICH IS GARBAGE), Astarion who was an Arcane Trickster (WHICH IS GARBAGE), and Bae’zel who carried our asses as best as she could. And then there was me, a Rogue Assassin who loses her biggest advantage after round 1.

In typical drow fashion, she quite literally beat me into submission and I just said, “fuck it, I’mma join her.” Easiest fight in the game, didn’t break a sweat. When I talked to her in the inner sanctum, I genuinely felt nauseous to my stomach, but I decided I wasn’t gonna reload and was live with my choices, even if they’re stupid. I told Minthara that what we did was murder and we deserve to hang for it. Then she said “Look at me” and I was hooked. She has had me in her clutches ever since.

I did the goblin party and her and I went to the chapel. I figured I was gonna get a fade to black kinda sex scene. WRONG! It has got to be the most graphic and explicit sex scene I’ve seen in a game second to Cyberpunk. I was literally in shock the whole time. And then, afterwards, I cuddled with her and she wanted to talk about my feelings and I'm all "O.o, you're supposed to be evil?" The game may have been painting her as an evil character, but that moment showed that there was so much depth to her than just being an evil character. A moment most players will never see cause most don't raid the grove. I truly wasn’t expecting to see her again in Moonrise. And when I did, I knew I had to get her outta there no matter what.

Looking back on it now, it’s interesting for me to see how many things had to go wrong in order for me to end up raiding the grove. If I had found Karlach first, it wouldn’t have happened. If I found the Underdark/Grymforge first and leveled up a bit, wouldn’t have happened. If I freed Halsin, I probably would have killed the goblin leaders (including Minthara cause I did not know about the knock out method on my first play through) and the raid wouldn’t have happened. Hell, if I had thought to lower the difficulty to Explorer it wouldn’t have happened! But I didn’t get that big brain idea until the fight with Nere, well after the grove raid.

Minthara left such a massive impression on me because I did raid the grove. It really does make me think of her line “I would have just been another casualty in your crusade against the Absolute and no one would remember me.” If I did things right, that’s exactly who she would have been and probably would have been dead in most of my playthroughs. But, instead, I fucked everything up and she most certainly wasn’t a casualty and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget her. When meeting her in the goblin camp, never could I have imagined relating so much to a character. Out of all the companions, I relate to Minthara the most and Karlach comes a close second.

I don’t always raid the grove, but I will never kill her under any circumstance. Her and Shadowheart are the only two companions who have survived every playthough I’ve done and will survive every future runs cause I just cannot play this game without them. And it’s all because I was a chronic dumbass and raided the grove.

[spidervisuals]

☆ Plane to paris

🎧: What would happen if this plane to paris went down?

part one | part two

pairing: earth 42 Miles x black model female reader

Synopsis: You and Miles had an extremely big fight the day before you leave to paris for fashion week. Unfortunately, you leave before you guys end up making up.

tw: mentions of a plane crash, heavy arguments, slight mentions of dea!h, slight mention of over perfectionism and body dysmorphia.

A/N: this is inspired by nessa barrett's (love her sm hehehehe) "plane to paris" song which has been my ultimate favorite as of recently.

Everyone knew it was on your vision board. It had always been your dream to model but now, you were finally living it. Your jaw completely droped when you checked your emails to find out that you had been selected to model for chanel at Paris fashion week.

"Mama!" You yelled downstairs, "Guess who's going to Paris!?" You squealed as you ran to show your mother the email.

"Honey- what-" your mother covered her mouth with her hands as she spun around in excitement, "first class tickets I assume?"

You laughed as your mums expression changed from excited to slightly concerned.

"Now what is your little model self still awake at 12am in the morning?" She rose an eyebrow

"Uhhh...meditation?" You said trying your best to sound convincing.

She scoffed, "yeah right. Don't stay up to late talking to that boyfriend of yours".

You hugged her as you ran back upstairs and opened up Miles contact.

Mi luver 🖤

12:15am

you: baby wake up

Read. 12.18am

Mi luver 🖤: whatcha doing up at 12am in the morning?

Read. 12:20am

You: FaceTime me right now

Read. 12.25am

"Mi luver 🖤 liked your message"

Miles couldn't even get two words in as you excitedly spilled the news to him.

"I'm so proud of your princessa", Miles yawned whilst giving you a tired smile.

"Soooooo, you're going to help me pack right?"

" Of course. I love the mini fashion shows you give me" he smirks at you whilst you chuckle.

" Sorry baby you can get sleep" you said whilst blowing him kiss.

He smiles at you whilst ending the call.

You were focused on making your catwalk perfect, removing all flaws from your face, hair, body everything. Everytime you looked at yourself, you felt like something needed to change. With your desperate need for perfection, you found yourself lacking in other areas like your school work, mental health and especially your relationship with Miles.

"Honey, you know that this is only for a week right?" Your mother would tell you as you forced her to watch your catwalk for the 30th time.

"Mum just watch this last time", you told her as you rubbed your feet. You had gain blisters all over your feet due to the continuous practice. You didn't care infact good. No pain no gain you'd continously tell yourself.

"Honey it's ok to take breaks", she looked at you concerned, "let me help-"

"Mama it's alright" you told her as you looked at yourself in the full body mirror, "I just need more practice".

"Honey, I gotta go back to work" she said whilst getting off her seat, "Oh and remember to text that boyfriend of yours. Rio's been saying that he's been worried due to your lack of contact" she told you as she walked to the kitchen.

"Shoot" you panicked as you check your phone to see 50 missed calls from Miles and over 70+ messages. You felt like you didn't have time so you sent him a quick responses as an apology

You: sorry love, I've been really busy. Call you soon.

Read. 8:15pm

"Mi luver 🖤 liked your message"

You didn't end up calling him back but instead focused on your catwalk. It had to be perfect. It needed to be.

[kanamori-kamper-moved]

❤️‍🩹 for aztecshipping?

aaaa I love this!! Don’t have any ideas for them in terms of regular Yuma and trey but I have been having more knight trey and prince yuma ideas :333 As always, transfem Trey so she uses the feminine pronoun

enjoy!! (Also there are a few font changes in this so do tell if you need me to reformat anything)

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Yuma sighs longingly. He’s read her letters far too many times. They are always written in flowery, soft cursive and laden with beautifully chosen words straight out of a poem.

When was the last time he saw her? He didn't know. Yuma has forgotten now, but all he knows is that even throughout his business, he deeply misses Trey. He's been swamped in work, far too tired to even write back to her. He felt guilty, eyes moving back-and-forth slowly through the words on the paper.

"I know you've been busy. Just know that if even if you come to be away from me, I'll always be there to protect you, even if in spirit. I long to see you, and to spend time with you. I know you're busy, but I miss when you'd write back to me. But even so, I hope this letter finds you well -Trey, your knight."

Yuma feels guilty, he can't keep ignoring these. He wants to write back, but he's labored, ever so labored.

The piles upon piles of her letters sitting in the corner of his room makes him dizzy. Suddenly, out came a noise; a sigh so soft, suffused with ache.

"Today's sunset was beautiful. It reminds me of you, almost. Even when it came to be nighttime, I did not want to close my curtains just yet. I open the window, and the warm spring air floats in. The pie I left to cool on the downstairs windowsill isn't hot anymore. I hoped you'd come, rushing downstairs to see if you'd taken a piece for yourself, but you hadn't. But it is okay. I wrapped it in parchment, hopefully you'll come over soon, so we can share it before it spoils. I have never more wanted to see you than I do now; just to sit and look at you, at least. But, my eldest brother always taught me that It is shameful to beg. I hope this letter finds you well. -Trey, your knight."

Her words make Yuma's heart skip a beat, he still remembers when they first met. Yuma snuck out of the castle again, opening up his window and running past the guards before they could catch up with him.

He wanted to get dirty, have fun, to run away from all of his responsibilities. Even if he was seen as a disgrace, and exiled without a word, it still would have been worth it. But, there he was, in the middle of a field of berries that he'd become lost in.

It was like Déjà vu. When he was just about 8, he'd gotten lost picking berries with Tori, the girl he'd known since he was in diapers. It was just like this all over again, he didn't know how to navigate himself, and could only pass the time by eating the ripe bushels of blackberries. But, this time, it was like nobody was coming to find him. His dad always told him about the creatures he'd saw during his travels, but Yuma never thought he'd see one himself.

Its claws were digging into his arms, pinning him down as he thrashed and screamed. He thought he was going to die, only to be left as a stray pile of blood and clothes. But the wretched creature screeched, Yuma peering his head over to see a sword stuck in its back.

It's Trey. She's beautiful. Her hair is so short he was sure she at first a man, but he doesn't have time to think about it.

When she's done slaying the beast, she kisses his hand, "Are you alright?", concern fills her pretty, androgynous voice.

No one's done this before, Yuma's blushing and can't even form a coherent sentence. But, he doesn't need to, because Trey puts him back on his feet and escorts him back to the kingdom after treating his wounds.

"I'm fine, I swear!"

"No you're not, just look at how you're bleeding! I'm only doing this in your best interest, your highness."

She's persistent. Trey refuses to leave him alone, insisting a good knight wouldn't leave until they're sure that everything is fine. Yuma can't even sleep that night, he wants to see her again.

There's so much burning in his chest, he rifles through his desk to find a piece of paper to finally write back to her. Sure, he doesn't write in any of those pretty fonts or as flowery, or poetically as her, but he needs too, he HAS TOO.

He has to be honest with her.

"I'm sorry for not getting back to you sooner, it's been a lot lately. But I need to tell you something. It's hard to find the words, I thought of saying that I fell in love with you, but no. Falling is an accident. No, I ran aggressively towards my love for you, and I cannot keep ignoring it. There are so many things I could tell you, but they all just dissolve in my throat. It's dark now, and I'm very tired. I'll love you forever, always. Time is nothing when I'm with you.

-Yuma, your prince."

Yuma gives it to his courier and falls into his bed, he should have done this so log ago, but now it's done.

-

In the morning, he's given a letter. It's from Trey. Did she manage to respond that quickly? She's always been amazing, Yuma shouldn't be surprised.

"I'm glad you told me, and don't be sorry, your personal affairs come before our letters. But, I need to tell you as well, I feel just the same. I cannot continue to water myself down so you don't catch on. You utterly pierce my soul, there's no other way to describe it. No matter what kind of future it will be, I’ll always find you. Come to the cottage, my brothers won't be there. I'll be waiting for you. -Trey, your knight."

And so Yuma does, opening up the window and sneaking out once more. Trey is waiting for him inside, and he runs in her arms. There are no words, the both of them know what they want. He kisses her softly, Treys lips are ever so soft.

"I have some new recipes I'd like to bake with you."

"That would be lovely."

[gonnachasethestars]

Readmored for length, tw for injury, and tw for emotional abuse from family. If there's anything else I need to tag let me know and I will!

Why was climbing up a trellis such a chore? A person would think after all the times the tanuki had done it, things would get easier. But he was still panting, as he climbed through the window in the hallway of the second floor. His little brother came out of his room, likely with the intention of going downstairs to do the final cleanup for the night. It had been Kounosuke's turn, but there were photographs to be taken.

As usual, he'd asked his little brother to lie for him.

"You really should lose weight if you want to climb up mom's trellis." Spoke Yukiharu, who was just getting ready for cleanup.

"I'm not fat. I'm just a liiiiiittle bit chubby." Kounosuke had more important things on his mind right now. "You're not gonna tell them I was gone, are you?"

The smaller tanuki shook his head, as a no. That put a smile on Kounosuke's face, as he hugged the little guy. That was when he went off to his room, to settle down for the night. To look over his photographs. He had a contest to win, and a scholarship to earn. Curious, he looks over what's in his camera, compared to what he had printed.

Nothing really special. The thought came in his mind to give up, but he had to tell himself to stick with something, even if he didn't have a natural talent for it.

He caught a glimpse of himself in his mirror while placing the pictures back on the desk. Well. Plenty of men were into fat guys, right?

Glancing through the magazine, photographs were studied. They were all so... good. Kounosuke felt as though his angles were off, or his shots were boring. Who needed twenty photographs of the same beetle? To be sure he didn't miss the deadline, he checked the date, which he hadn't done before.

...It couldn't be right.

Setting the magazine down, Kounosuke prepares to go to the bathroom to wash his glasses off. Clearly, they were dirty, and causing him to see things the wrong way. But before he could reach it, an ear twitched. He could hear his parents arguing all the way up here. What was it this time?

"Where is he this time? He's supposed to be cleaning down here." His mother always did have a demanding voice.

"How should I know? Let him be a kid." Said his father. "I was the same way at his age."

His mother sighed, and shook her head. "He's going to be living with his little brother all his life if he doesn't learn responsibility! What if he's a lost cause?"

Though Kounosuke was only listening, he could still almost hear his father's anger.

"Like I was?" Said Mr. Kuri. "How can we expect Kounosuke not to be a fuck up like me?"

That was where Kounosuke stopped listening. Everything hurt. What was he supposed to think, when those who claimed to love him unconditionally didn't feel that way at all? Quietly walking back to his room, his arm is to his face. Yeah, he was alone. No one could see him crying his eyes out.

He knew they were right. He was useless. If he stayed here, he'd be sponging off of Yukiharu the rest of his life.

For a short time, he buries his face in a pillow. He didn't want anyone to hear, in spite of his silence, that he couldn't stop crying. He knew his friends thought he was a failure, but he'd never heard that kind of treatment from his parents. Not to this extent. He knew his father cared way more about watching sports than spending time with him. He knew his mother always got on him about watching the shop.

But nothing like this.

No. He refused.

Though the tears continued to pour, he got up, and through blurry vision, began packing a bag. He refused to spend the rest of his life that way. Even if it took him a long time to get back on his feet, he'd prove to them he could do something. Maybe someday he'd write them a letter. If they even cared enough to read it.

He'd be just fine on his own. He could start with something simple. Waiter or dishwasher. Maybe both. He didn't care if he had to work three jobs, he'd find an apartment. He'd get out of this village, and he'd make something of himself. He'd be someone. Not the repair man's fat loser of a son.

Bag packed, it's soon on his back, and he's prepared. Just enough money for a bus ticket to Kazenari, and a train ticket to the next city over. No one would ever think to look for him there, assuming anybody even noticed he was gone. There was no way he could make anyone happy, at least, not as he was now.

Sliding out into the night air, he's finally calmed his breathing. The tanuki begins climbing down the trellis, soon...

S N A P !

Maybe he had put a couple pounds on over the summer. The trellis snapped under his weight. Upon landing, he couldn't even breathe. He'd just fallen, having landed on his right foot on impact. It hurt like hell, and there he was, crying again. Moments pass, until he can finally breathe again. Then, he forces himself to his feet, to discover how it felt to put weight on that foot.

It was like stepping on glass. God damn it.

His little brother must have heard it, the only one nearby, finishing up the end of night shop cleaning. Due to the night, hopefully Yukiharu couldn't see him crying. He didn't want his little brother's last memories of him to be him bawling.

"Promise me you won't tell anyone." Kounosuke said.

His little brother nodded, and Kounosuke pulled him into a hug.

"I love you, lil' bro. I know I don't say it enough but... yeah."

Yukiharu began walking back towards the shop. God it hurt to walk, but he pushed through the pain, and eventually, he even stopped crying. The sadness, and pain turned into a fire. Determination to make something of himself.

To be somebody.

[dybalassunshine]

Written All Over Your Face - Leandro Paredes

Leandro's POV

Something is wrong. I've had this feeling since the morning when I woke up alone in bed. At first, I thought she had gone to the washroom but after 20 minutes passed, I couldn't help but get up and knock at the washroom's door to check if she was alright. No response. I knocked again and again but no one replied. Panicked, I pushed the door hard and it was open. I'm an idiot...

Thank God she's not in there though. I put my shirt on and went downstairs to see if she was there. The kitchen was empty and so was the living room. Then I heard it, a slow hum from the porch. And indeed she was there, sitting on a chair, reading a book and whispering the melody to some song. I tiptoed to her and hugged her from behind.

"You're up early. Any special reason?"

Instead of responding to me, she shrugged my arms off. Yikes.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to read this book in peace."

"No problem. I'll make coffee for us."

"I'm not in the mood right now."

Something is definitely wrong. She loves coffee! Her day doesn't start without having a cup of coffee. I took a long glance at her face and sure enough, she wasn't her usual cheery self. Her face was cold as if there was a snowstorm on the other side of it. She must've sensed I was still there because the look she gave me could wither a forest down. I hurried back to the kitchen to make myself some coffee.

Breakfast felt tasteless. Everything becomes much less enjoyable when she's not there with me. I quickly ate the rest of the waffles and washed the dishes. There's no need to anger her anymore. She's definitely mad about something. But what? I tried to think of anything wrong I had done but nothing came to mind. Maybe she's having issues with her novel? But she shares everything about that with me. She wouldn't cold-shoulder me because of it. Then what is it? Time to find out.

An hour had passed since the coffee thing. I was in my room, changing my clothes. After changing, I went to see if she was still sitting there on the porch but she wasn't there anymore. I heard noises from the kitchen and there she was, making coffee for herself. Oh, she's definitely mad at something I did or said.

"Hey babe, what are you doing?"

"Making coffee."

"Yeah. So, I was thinking since I have a few days off, we should go on a vacation or something."

"I'm busy these days."

"Oh, with the novel? You can write there as well."

"Thanks but I'd rather stay here and complete it."

With that, she left me standing in the doorway and went back to the porch.

sigh

And that was the last thing she said to me. She has been ignoring me ever since. I tried to ask her if she was mad at me but she didn't reply at all. I was losing patience. All I wanted was to talk to her and resolve any issues but she wouldn't even look at me. It was almost 10 PM now and we were sitting at the dinner table, quietly eating.

"Are you mad at me?"

She looked at me, shrugged, and went back to eating.

"Look, I'm trying to understand why you're angry at me. If it's something I've said or done, just tell me. This silent treatment isn't going to resolve anything."

For a moment, there was silence. And then she finally spoke.

"Lea, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel bad. But the truth is I'm upset with you. Last week, I told you my brothers want to come to see me this Sunday and you invited your friends on the same day. My brothers didn't want to impose so they canceled their visit. I miss my family so much. I travel everywhere with you, and I love it, but I do want to see my family sometimes. I had a good chance for a family get-together this weekend but no, you had to invite your friends the same day!"

I took a deep breath. So, that's what this is all about.

"I'm so sorry Sweetheart. I was too excited to see Rodri and Leo again. We hadn't seen each other in months and luckily they were both here in Argentina so I called them over. I didn't realize your brothers were coming the same day. It's completely my fault. I'm so so sorry."

She sighed and got up from the table, with her plate in her hand.

"Look, I understand you didn't do that on purpose but I'm really upset right now and my novel isn't helping either. So, I'll appreciate it if you give me some alone time."

"Of course. Take all the time you need. I'll sleep in the spare room tonight. Just know that I'm sorry. And whenever you're ready, we'll talk."

She walked over and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you, and goodnight."

I hope her anger will subside by tomorrow morning.

It's safe to say I couldn't sleep at all. Not because I'm a man-child who needs his girlfriend to fall asleep but because there was a huge spider on the wall opposite to the bed. It didn't move but my paranoid ass couldn't sleep knowing it was there. I was so terrified, I didn't even leave my bed in the morning. I just sat there, praying it would go away. And it did, scared by the door that opened suddenly. I held my scream at its sudden movement but sighed with relief when it went out the door.

I looked over to see her at the door, confused and holding a tray.

She glanced over her shoulder to see the spider crawling out and then looked back at me, terrified in the bed. Realizing what had happened, she laughed loudly.

"Oh Lea, you big baby! Don't tell me you didn't sleep because of that poor spider!"

"Easy for you to say! That thing was huge!"

She laughed all the way to the bed and slowly put the tray on the side table. There was breakfast and two cups of coffee, which made me smile.

"Good morning. I made breakfast."

Her smile was warm as the sun and I made a mental note to never upset her ever again.

[lokisprettygirl]

The Bodyguard (Loki x Female reader) (Au) (18+)

Read Chapter 15 here// Series Masterlist

Chapter 16

Summary : Loki hurts you in the way you never thought he would, would be be able to earn your trust back after this?

Trigger Warning : 18+ , Rape, abuse, sexual violence, Harsh language, bodyshaming, fatshaming, mention of neglect and abuse, emotional abuse, Unhealthy Eating Patterns, blackmail, starving and under eating, implied smut, mention of drug use, some weird feeding kink I'm (loki is) developing

You slept in his arms but you woke up alone, he must have left the room in the middle of the night. You winced as you put the gym wear on, the marks on your torso hurt but you wanted to get out of this house and spend some Alone time with Loki. You finally noticed the texts he sent you at night after he came back and it made you smile, he cared so much and it felt amazing to be cared for like that. You responded to his text

Once you were ready you knocked on his door, he opened the door and he was all suited up, his shirt was white today instead of black.

"Good morning" you smiled so he nodded as he walked alongside you.

"You don't have to come to my door everyday, you can just go downstairs and I'll escort you out safely" he told you stoically and your brows furrowed but you didn't think much of it.

As you both sat down inside the car and it started moving you turned to him and kissed on his cheek, you wanted to thank him for taking care of you last night.

"Don't do that miss" your eyes teared up as he said that. He seemed distant, he seemed different.

"What happened?" You asked him softly as you caressed his cheek, you didn't want to lose him too. If he was upset with you for something you did, you wanted to fix it as quickly as possible.

"Nothing happened..I just..I need some space, this thing between us is not good for both of us, you're going to get married and I have to hold onto this job, I have someone who is dependent on me and I need money. I can't lose everything all over again" he told you. Even though it killed him to say this to you, he knew it was for the best. He thought about it all night, and he can't watch you get hurt by Steve and then sit back to continue the relationship that he shared with you.

You made it clear that you didn't want him to fight for you and he can't live with the guilt of failing to protect you the way he did last night, he never should have gotten so close to you in the first place.

"Again?" You questioned him and he sighed

"It's none of your concern"

"Loki..if you need money I can.." before you could finish your words he cut you off,

"I don't need your money, I just want to earn my keep, I just want to do my job and get out of here when the time comes, that's it." he said to you so you nodded. You'd never lose me I promise. He said that last night, then what was this?

"Lokki I..am ..so confused..I don't understand" you placed your hand on his and he pulled away quickly.

"I'm sure you do" your eyes teared up and you gulped, it felt as if he was crushing your heart with his bare hands, you expected him to get closer to you after last night. But now you know why he was being that way, the secret that you shared with him must have changed his perception about you, he made those promises in the heat of the moment and then he must have thought it through all night. Or maybe he was scared of losing his job like he said, whatever the reason was you didn't want to burden him with your problems anymore.

"Okay..I'm sorry for everything, you don't have to feel responsible for me..I never wanted that" your voice choked as you spoke but you finished your sentence. He didn't know what he was expecting from you but your answer broke his heart too even though it was entirely his fault, he brought this on himself. Maybe he wanted you to fight with him so he'd get the courage to fight for you too.

"I am sorry too" he told you and you nodded. This was for the best, Steve knew about you two and he knew that Steve would use it at every opportunity to hurt you and when he does you'd take the abuse, you'd ask him to not get involved, you'd protect him, but he can't be the reason you would be beaten up like that.

Rest of the ride you both shared the uncomfortable silence, you just got your heart broken and all you wanted to do was go home and cry your heart out. You pressed the button to pull the partition aside, so you could speak with Adrian

"Please turn the car around, I'm not feeling well"

"Yes mam" you scooted away from him and placed your head down on the window. It took alot of strength for you to not cry in front of him.

He had hurt you badly, he could tell just by the look on your face, but he didn't think he was capable of continuing this anymore. He can't continue to pretend that you getting married in a few weeks won't bother him, he can't watch you get hurt and then not do anything about it.

When you reached the mansion you stepped out of the car, didn't even wait for him to follow you. It was so easy for him to get back to how he was with you, to forget about all the sweet moments you shared with him. Steve was right, you were naive to think that a man could ever care about you.

But if he didn't then why did he treat you the way he did? Why did he take care of you like that only to abandon you again?

You cried and cried until you couldn't cry anymore, the last time you felt this way was when Peter broke up with you and started dating Katlyn. You were in love with him or whatever love felt like at the time, and you definitely fell for Loki, he was everything you needed and wanted in your life but he left just like everyone else did. He never wanted you.

You didn't come out of your room all day, you didn't eat , it was easier to fall back on old habits than form a new one, with no push from loki you didn't even care again. You could take care of yourself, you should have but what was the point? Your life never held a meaning to begin with, you felt lively because of him in the past few weeks, but he had left you to fend for yourself. He didn't even want to be your friend anymore, maybe you never deserved it in the first place.

At night you got up, took the bag of snacks he got for you and stepped out of your room, you knocked on his door as you placed it down on the floor, then you turned around to leave before he could ask you about it. It didn't feel right to keep his gift, he bought it with his own money and you felt awful that he spent his hard earned money on you. He was just your bodyguard, not your friend or anything more.

Loki wasn't any better, it seemed like a good idea to create the distance, he knew it would hurt but he didn't know how bad it would be, you must hate him now, he had lost your trust, he was regretting every decision he had made since he came here, he should have just focused on his job, he never should have gotten so attached to you.

When he heard the knock on the door, he sighed, he thought about it for a minute before he got out of bed and opened the door only to find the bag of snacks he bought for you. His eyes teared up as he picked it up. Why did he hurt you like this? You trusted him.

How did he turn into all those people who hurt you before? Was he really that scared of losing his job? Or it was something else,

"Sameera..we are married, tell him, tell your father that you don't want to stay here, tell him that you were never happy here, tell him and I'm sure he will understand..just tell him" he looked at his wife of six months, he felt numb, he could feel himself losing blood after the beating he just got from her father's men, he eloped her all those months ago, he wanted to take her away from this awful life, he wanted to free her from the boundations she had. But how far they could have gone, he knew he couldn't have left the country, the cops were alerted, his face was everywhere in the city of Cairo.

"Darling please tell him that you love me, tell him that I love you..that we are happy.. together..sir please just listen to her, she'll tell you the truth" he cried as he fell down on his knees, he just needed her to stand up for him. He needed her to protect him this time.

"My daughter.. Falling for a lowlife bodyguard like you? Tell me then my dear daughter, is this man speaking the truth?" Her father chuckled and he looked at his wife, pleading with her silently, wanting to take her back to his home, their home. He knew she had a hard time standing up to her family, her culture didn't allow it, her upbringing made her feel scared but he still had faith in the love they shared .

"He's lying..he kidnapped me, he forced me to run away"

He lost consciousness as the words slipped out of her mouth, they beat him to pulp, then left him to die somewhere, he was lucky someone found him and brought him to the hospital, he was in a coma for a few weeks.

He woke up with a broken heart and he swore to himself that he'd never get himself involved in such a situation again then why did he get so close to you? Why did he fall in love with you?

He picked up the bag and stormed towards your room, he knocked twice and when you didn't open it, he twisted the knob. You sat up on the bed and looked at him, he placed the bag down on the bed and turned around to leave

"Please take it Loki"

"It's food, just keep it"

"I don't want to, you used your money to get that for me and I don't want you to waste your money on me, you're just my bodyguard, this is not part of your job, I don't want to throw it away so just take it" his eyes teared up at the callousness in your voice but he didn't blame you for that. He made you this way.

"I didn't want to hurt you y/n" he spoke as he wiped his tears,

"But you did, you broke me, I thought we were friends, but it's okay..it's okay because I should have known that no man could ever care for me..Steve was right. My dad is right, I don't deserve their care, or yours, I don't deserve any happiness" his heart was breaking into tiny little pieces as you blamed yourself for this. This is not what he wanted but then he should have known that's exactly how you would take it.

"Don't say that please don't say that ..that's not what I wanted"

"Just go loki.. I don't want to be the reason you lose your job or your life, you were right, this will be better for both of us..so just go okay? I'll be fine, I'm always fine at the end. I always get back up after hitting rock bottom so I will continue to stand up for as long as I can, because that's what she would have wanted for me"

He turned around to leave because he couldn't even listen to you anymore, he promised you that he'd never hurt you but he had hurt you the most. He knew you expected them to hurt you so it didn't bother you much but you never expected him to just give up on you like this.

He couldn't even sleep that night, it was hard for him to close his eyes and not see that hurtful look on your face. That's all he saw all night long..

Next morning Rocky, Suzzanah and Steve were going on a business trip to Chicago, for three days, it really came out of nowhere .

"Can I come too?" You asked your dad and he laughed.

"And what will you do there?" He asked you so you shrugged, you just wanted to get out of the mansion.

"You're going to stay here" Suzannah spoke and that didn't surprise you at all

"Loki are your bags packed?" She asked him and he nodded, your eyes widened as you realized that they were taking him along with them.

"Ummm who will protect me then?" As much as you didn't want to talk to him because he didn't want to talk to you, having him around you felt comforting.

"He will" Steve spoke as he walked in the living room with another man in a black suit,

"Erik Stevens, meet y/n, you have to shadow her from now on" Erik , your new bodyguard, gave you a nod as Steve introduced him but you didn't respond. Your eyes teared up as you realized they were taking him away from you. They were taking Loki away.

You looked at him and he had the same painful look in his eyes, why? He should be happier right? That's what he wanted.

It all started with him being appointed as your bodyguard but he wasn't even your bodyguard anymore.

He was nothing and you knew you were finally going to lose all of him.

💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

[noname-friend]

Why do you treat me so cold? Mafia!Yuta x Reader

Summary: You're just an assignment, why would you mean anything to the cold-hearted bodyguard? One more day, father promised it would only be that much longer.

(Trigger warning - guns, death, trauma)

For the past few months, you've been living within the walls of the bustling Ncity. It was all thanks to a deal your father made with NCT's leader, Taeyong. Some threats have come for your father and to ensure your safety, you are to stay with NCT until it all subsides. Taeyong takes the extra step to assign a specific member to stay by your side and let's just say, he wasn't the most enthused about being a 'babysitter'. You'd try to make small talk with him, but he doesn't seem to budge. It's like he's a statue whenever you look and try to read his face. You quickly learned to just give up. He's simply just a pair of eyes watching over your every move.

You received a letter from your father saying in a few days' time, you could come home. You smiled greatly, you missed home, as spectacular Ncity was, it wasn't where you belonged. You turned to Yuta who stood in the door frame, facing out.

"Yuta, I think you'll like this news from my father." You called out, and he turned his head slightly in your direction to show he was listening, "In a few days, I'll be out of your hair and home."

He sighed and nodded. You pouted at the response, but it was still better than when you first got here. When you couldn't even get a glance that was anything less than a killer stare.

You got up and tapped his shoulder, he moved out of the way. You went downstairs to the kitchen, and he followed.

"Are you hungry? I'm going to make some ramen." You turned to him, and he hesitated to answer before saying no. "I'll make you some anyways." You made 2 bowls and somehow when you weren't looking, he finished it quicker than you could blink.

"Do you want more? I could make some more." You offered, a little shocked.

"I'm fine." He paused. "Thanks."

Your face immediately brightened; he's never said that to you. "Of course, I'm a pretty good cook so just let me know if you want to eat."

He nodded.

"Yuta, Y/N." A member you came to know as Mark greeted the both of you. "Y/N, did you hear? Tomorrow there's going to be a lunch and we'll hand you back to your dad."

You quickly looked at Mark and smiled wide, "I didn't know it was so soon. I can't wait to see my family." You trailed off, gazing off imaging your father and mother greeting you back home.

You clean up and turn to Yuta, "Well since tomorrow's a big day, I'll go to sleep now. Goodnight Yuta."

He followed you to your room to double check the windows and lightly bowed as he closed the door. You laid in bed, starring at the ceiling. As comfy as this bed was, as nice as the room seemed, it never felt like yours. You were so happy to go home, you could barely calm your heart enough to go to sleep.

Apparently, you slept like a baby, because you were awoken by a knock at the door. It was Yuta making sure you were awake; you'd slept in a little.

"I'm up! Sorry! I'm- uh picking an outfit for lunch!" You called back, quickly jumping out of bed.

"We'll be leaving in a few hours, don't take too long." Yuta replied and it seemed like he went back downstairs.

You went through your draws, setting a few outfits on your bed. You crossed your arms and hummed. The outfit that called out to you was a white sun dress with brilliantly blue flowers, you paired it with some earrings to match and white flats. You looked in the mirror and fiddled with the necklace your father gave you and spun a little. Mother's favorite color was blue, she'll love this dress.

You walked downstairs to see a few other NCT members standing there in their own suits. They watched you walk over, and you smiled to them all.

"Thank you all for being so nice to me here, I almost feel bad for leaving. I didn't do much for you compared to what you've done for me and my family." You cupped your hands in front of you.

Johnny shook his hand, "Don't get all cheesy on us like that."

"Yeah, you've been a fresh breath of air in a house of kids that don't know how to bathe." Taeil added on, earning complaints from the others.

You laughed with them, and you all began to pill into the cars. In your car, Yuta sat beside you, Johnny drove and Haechan rode in the passenger's side. The drive there was light-hearted, you all joked and talked, even having a mini concert with Haechan. You realized that in a way, they did become like a second family after all this time.

The cars parked outside of a venue, and you could see your parents waiting outside for you. You couldn't wait, you jumped out of the car and began to run towards them. In your excitement you didn't hear the others yelling at you to stop and to come back. The last thing you could make out was Yuta's voice.

"Y/N! WATCH OUT!"

That was it, next thing you know you're on the ground. Yuta shielding your body with his. There was a loud bang. Then another, and another. Until it became a never-ending sound. You looked around terrified. Your parents were no longer standing, they laid on the ground and at first you couldn't process it, you couldn't process anything. You didn't respond. Yuta lifted you up and dragged you back to the safety of the car. There was gunfire all around you. You shook and Yuta kept your head down and covered as he yelled at Johnny to go.

The car drove and drove, the farther you got the harder reality hit you. Your parents... but you were supposed to go home... No this can't be happening. You couldn't help but cry. You cried and screamed, grasping desperately at the necklace. Johnny could only glance back at you and Haechan was trying to communicate with the others. Yuta slowly put his hand on your shoulder. You turned to him and held onto him tightly, burying your face in his chest and holding on desperately onto his jacket, as if he'd be gone next. And he just let you, he let you cry, and scream and he rubbed your back.

"It's going to be okay... don't worry... I'll protect you." He whispered softly to you.

You ended up back in Ncity territory, safely within the walls of the mansion. Yuta picked you up and carried you to your room. He tried to set you down and leave but you tightly held on.

"No! NO! Don't leave! You're going to get hurt! And- and" You pleaded between cries; you were hysterical.

He sat back down and cupped your face, "Y/N, Y/N look at me. Look, I'm right here. It's ok. You're ok. I need to see the situation; I'll be right back. Nothing will hurt you here, not as long as I am. Ok?"

You sniffled and nodded. He offered a smile before walking out. You could make out his voice along with the others that didn't go or made it back quickly.

"What happened?"

"We were ambushed. I'm afraid Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N..."

"That means Y/N might have nowhere to go now."

"Where's the others?"

"Probably still caught up in the fire, don't worry we already sent back up."

"How's Y/N?"

"How do you think after all that?"

"Yuta you should stay by her side for a while longer, until we find out the exacts."

"Already ahead of you."

You hugged your pillow, tightly and continued to cry, silently this time. Your throat hurt, your head was pounding, and it felt like your heart exploded. The sounds of the guns echoed in your ears. You felt like you were spiraling when you felt a weight beside you. You looked over to see Yuta sat beside you. You both sat silently for a while, as you tried to wipe your tears away.

"I- I'm sorry... sorry for holding onto you and-and yelling." You sniffled.

"It's ok, I understand that there's a lot going through your head right now." Yuta sighed, "I'll be the shoulder you can lean on."

You leaned against him, taking great comfort in his presence more than ever. Despite the panic and fear electrifying through your body, his comforting presence seemed to soothe it a little. He continued to rub your back as you tried not to cry anymore.

"My parents..." You squeaked out, your voice cracking. "Where...?"

"I don't know yet. It's unclear right now but you'll be the first to know, don't worry." Yuta replied.

"Yuta... I'm scared. Please don't leave me..." You spoke barely above a whisper at this point.

"I won't, I'll always be by your side." He paused. "If the worst did happen, don't worry about that either. The family's here for you, all of us, I'll be here as long as you need me."

"Thanks... I- I really appreciate it." Your eyes teared up again and you let it go. It felt like your tears burned your face and the adrenaline in your body slowly faded, leaving you exhausted.

Yuta felt you fade off into sleep and he laid you down in bed. He didn't leave though, he sat with his back to you, facing the window as if he would keep watch all night. You reached out and held his hand tightly, to make sure he wouldn't disappear. He squeezed your hand as reassurance. And sure enough, Yuta did stay up watching over you all night.