#when i make eyes contact with him i feel the reality collapse

[saltiestbread]

SANS FUCKING UNDERTALE???!!!??

[caramelkoo]

before we shatter — jjk [two]

genre : established relationship, idol!jungkook

word count : 5.1k

summary : dating an idol is fun, they said. having a family with one is fun, they said. Until you're falling face forward because of your reality. A reality where Jungkook dreams of a future and a reality where your own future is collapsed.

chapter warnings : ANGST, eventual fluff, mentions death of a loved one, mentions of Alzheimer's disease, strong language, mature, cheating (not by the main characters), jungkook will piss you off but he's deserving of love too :((, slight making out but nothing else. i think that's it, please mention if i missed anything.

a/n : OH MY GOD IT TOOK ME FOREVER !!!! here it is my pookies <333 i hope this will heal the past trauma that part one caused yall omfg. i love you so much and send an ask if you want to. You're so so cherished.

Jungkook’s fingers press on the digital lock before it beeps, indicating the door has been unlocked. 

“Babe, I’m home” 

He expects his girlfriend, Nicole to say anything in response but, on the contrary, all he gets is pure silence. Not a single person breathing the same air as him inside the house. His eyebrows crease in utter confusion and he wonders if he she went outside in order to run any errands.

Nicole is a fashion designer who he met when she was appointed to design his concert outfits for the group’s previous world tour. At first, there were some stolen glances, eye contacts, and innocent touches but when he found himself looking for her in the room full of people, it had to be more than that. 

At the risk of sounding like a nervous wreck with zero experience with women, Jungkook had walked back and forth approximately 46 times before he took up the hatchet to ask her on a date, to which she’d smirked and whispered a yes in response.

Listen, Jungkook is a confident man. Add a confident yet adorably shy woman beside him and you have got yourself the perfect mix of charisma and charm. Not to say that he was not totally enthralled by her. He genuinely wanted to get to know her better and that’s not only because she was confident, of course. 

Ordinarily, he’d find her on the couch going through her designs or making herself the 50th cup of coffee. It all really depends, but tonight the eerie silence surrounding him makes his stomach hurt. A nagging feeling arises in his chest and he hopes everything is okay. 

He releases a breath and walks further in towards the bedroom. Who knows, she got tired of working all day and went in there to take a nap. 

Much to his disappointment, just as his hands grip the doorknob, a moan comes from the other side of the wall and he freezes. 

“You’re so good to mommy, aren’t you?” 

He can’t mistake the voice even if he tries to. He hears it all day, every night by his side. 

Nicole has complemented him in every spectrum of their relationship. She’d been equally successful, equally fun and adventurous, and matched every desire and aspirations of his.

Tow bodies, one soul if you will.

Turns out, she lagged behind on the spectrum of honesty. 

Knowing he can’t be just standing there and not find out who she’s been fucking behind his back, he twists the knob and pushes the door open. The moan which earlier caused his heart to momentarily stop now turning into a full blown scream. 

“What the fuck?” 

You might prefer to think that Jungkook was the one to exclaim that, but no. Sitting on the bed with wide eyes and no clothes is his manager, Tae moo. Next to him is Nicole, trying to cover herself up with the help of the duvet as if she’d not spent the majority of nights sleeping beside Jungkook in the very same state after he’d made love to her. 

“Jungkook, baby. I can explain” 

His jaw goes tight, voice turning shaky. “Get out of my house.” 

Fierce eyes are pointed at the manager the whole time and he doesn’t even bother to look at Nicole. As if someone had set his non-existent pants on fire,Tae moo hurries and plucks whatever fabric he can from the floor and rushes outside. 

When Jungkook finally glances at Nicole, she’s got the same look on her face which she does when she wants something from him but can’t get herself to form the words. Desperate and pleading. 

He pinches the bridge of his nose, tone acidic when he asks, “Why are you still here?” 

“What?” 

“Why? Did he fuck the common sense out of you?” 

She blanches at his words, clearly not expecting him to talk like that. “Please don’t talk to me like that. I told you I can explain.”

Jungkook can’t help but let out a chuckle infused with bitterness and disbelief, “What could possibly justify you fucking my manager, Nicole. Were you lonely? Did I not give you enough love and attention? Was my dick not enough for you that you just had to jump on another one?” 

Every word that comes out of his mouth has an intention of hurting the woman in front of him. Standing there when Jungkook tries to figure out any possible cause of this betrayal, he registers something.

While Jungkook was thriving because of the fact that he has a woman who supports him and keeps him on his toes, holds him when the world gets mean to him, the said woman was using him to feed her ego. He had been indispensable for her to gain the popularity that was left for her. The truth that he'd been a ladder all along for her in order to climb till success hits him like a torrent and an ache throbs through his chest. 

“Why would you need another designer when I’m here?”

“Jungkook c’mon, all my friends are gonna be there. Don’t be a spoilsport.” 

“Do they not let you post your girlfriends on your official instagram profile?” 

Everything falls into place like a missing piece of puzzle fitting into space. Additionally, Nicole had not even gotten close with any of Jungkook’s friends’ girlfriends and he’d decided not to dwell on the fact for his own peace.

Arguably, some people just don’t click and that’s fine. Except, those people don’t denounce other women behind their back. Her adulterated personality was oozing out of her and he managed to miss it. 

“I don’t know, babe. Her dress was too revealing. Take it from a fashion designer when I tell you she was not fit for that dress” 

“Isn’t she too touchy with her boyfriend in public? I mean I understand you’re in love but jeez” 

It is often said that when you’re in love, you’re unable to see your lover’s flaws because you get blinded. Blinded by their beauty, their charm, and their affection towards you. Safe to say, Jungkook can relate. 

“Get out”

‘Please just liste-”

His pitch goes higher. “RIGHT.NOW” 

Subsequently, he had been off the market for two whole years. Unfortunately, though, he couldn’t escape the endless amount of impolite and not to mention personal questions about his relationship during the interviews. 

“Jungkook, you were seen coming out of several restaurants and clubs with a woman a few years back, but we’ve not seen her for a while now. Is there something you’d like your fans to know?”  

“The ladies out there are having a field day because it seems our favourite superstar, Jeon Jungkook is single again” 

“Is there any chance of us getting to see the mysterious woman again?” 

Fucking exhausting. 

Then, one fine day, he met you.

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Maybe, the trust issues made home inside of him after he found his ex-girlfriend naked and sweaty on his bed with his manager. Maybe, you can blame it on the fact that he had still not gotten over the agony caused by his past relationship.

It’s almost like the words that come out of his mouth throw him two years back to the very same room where he tasted the vile taste of betrayal. 

“Tell me, honey. Is it the important thing you wanted to talk about but held back just to get a good fuck out of me?” 

The sentence is so absurd and disgusting that you can’t stop your hands from connecting with his face with a hard force. His face turns sideways as his skin stings because of the slap.

“Watch your tone with me, Jeon Jungkook.” The words are barely a whisper as you gulp, flying into a rage and hoping he eats his own words. 

You’re half naked, your hair's a damn mess and you probably have a swollen face with boogers in your eyes, but at this moment, you have to stand up for yourself without caring about any of that. You can’t be the person to take first hand beating of something you haven’t even thought of doing.

When he looks back at you, you wish someone was holding you because your legs feel weak. The look of betrayal and anger is long gone and now the only thing that exists behind those big doe eyes is hurt. A pain which makes you want to disintegrate. 

“Baby, I didn’t mean-”

“You know what, _____? I would have seen this coming. I was a fucking fool to even wish for a normal bond with someone without some shit happening to us.” 

You watch him storm out the door, slamming it so hard it rattles on its hinges after throwing the blue file on the bed. Your feet remain frozen to the wooden floor and you hope he comes running back in, says he’s sorry and he wants to talk it out. 

“Some shit”. He just called the whole situation shit.

A terrible labyrinth of anger, guilt and grief traps you as you find yourself wishing that a tight hug could fix the scattered pieces and mould your relationship back into one beautiful piece.

The words on the report stare back at you as they somehow feel more painful now that your boyfriend is aware of them. He knows he’s got into something he hasn’t signed up for and the thought that before you could even explain everything to him, before you could even tell him that you would rather die but hide anything let alone information as huge as this, he’d walked out. 

Placing the file on the nightstand, you go through your usual morning routine. Take a shower, change into fresh clothes and take your supplements.

Everything is blurry to you, the feeling of loss lingering deep in your chest, slightly aware of the fact that physically, Jungkook is nearby, mentally? You’re not so sure.

Despite your better judgement, you walk towards the kitchen with the motive of making your breakfast and you find Jungkook looking for something under the couch with two suitcases standing in front of the door. Was he gonna leave without letting you know? When did he even pack?

You take a deep breath and release, knowing exactly what he is looking for, “Are you looking for your glasses?” 

He straightens back up and holds your gaze. There’s a bit of delay before his answer reaches your ears. “Yeah um, I can’t seem to find them anywhere” 

A minuscule smile forms on your face, “They’re inside the bedside drawer. I kept them there cause you know, you tend to lose them” 

He doesn’t share the humor as you feel a pang in your chest intensifying. It’s suddenly so quiet that you can hear your as well as his breathing. And it’s uneven. Has your home always been this quiet? 

You clear your throat, eyes finding the suitcases behind him, “Heading somewhere?” 

He does the same and looks back at you. “Yeah uh, you remember Jimin calling me yesterday when we-,” he pauses, “Well, I have to go overseas to promote the album and get done with some other formalities” 

You flash him an understanding smile, feeling utterly shattered inside and not sure if you should ask him as to why he didn't bother to let you know or just let it slide. The question is right at the tip of your tongue but thinking better of it, you gulp it back down. 

“Of course. How long will you be gone?” 

He slides his hands inside his front pockets and sighs, “Probably a week. You can’t be precise when it comes to promotions.” 

“Alright,” you halt, “Uh.. do you want me to get the glasses for yo-” 

“No, I've got it.” He says as he excuses himself. When he comes back, the glasses are resting on his nose making him look even more beautiful than he already is in your eyes. 

A faint memory of you wiping his glasses for him with your slip dress comes to the surface and you hide a smile.

You watch him round the kitchen counter and pick up his jacket. As he grips the suitcases with both of his hands, the gleaming bracelet catches your attention. 

What are the odds of him preparing to live without it on his wrist? What are the odds of him preparing to live without you? 

You’re not surprised when he begins walking out the front door without saying a word. But you know you have to. You have to let him know that you don’t have any intention of giving up on him. 

With your palms turning clammy, you speak and prepare yourself for whatever comes back as a response, “Wait” 

His feet come to a stop, but him not bothering to turn around does nothing to ease your ache if not adds to it.

Swallowing, you continue, “Whe-when you come back, I want to talk it out. I want you to know that you mean too much to me for me to hide such a major information from you and one that has to do with both of us at that. Yes, I held back for a while but that’s just because I wanted to forget,” the damn tears are threatening to fall yet again, “I wanted to feel for the last time what it's like to be in your arms, your warmth before I break your heart and mine in the process,” Your fastening heartbeat causes you to grip your cardigan in a tight fist, 

“Can I at least get a hug?” 

His shoulders visibly go tensed as he admits over his shoulders, “I’m afraid if I so much as look at you for more than a second, I will break.” 

With that the front door opens and closes, leaving you with nothing but warm tears. You try your fucking hardest not to take his statement as face value but god you want to curl up and die. Although, you know none of this is your fault. If only you could see what the future holds, everything could have been much more bearable. 

You’re scared you’ll lose everything— him, your happiness, your future together. 

You’re scared you’ll burn.

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For as long as he can remember, Jungkook’s childhood had been filled with vivid memories of his parents’ kisses, them being madly in love with each other, dancing in the kitchen, planning picnic dates and thousands of giggles. He had been blessed with a mother who loved his father more than Jungkook has ever seen someone loving the other person, and his father reciprocated the love tenfold. 

Along with the love he also had another emotion wrapped around his heart in a tight grip. Fear. Fear that all of that would dissipate. You know, how sometimes when you’re too happy, there’s just a fucking voice inside of you screaming, “It won’t last long”? 

That’s exactly what he used to feel. The root of the fear was a mystery to him and he even tried to forget about it, thinking it might be just a pipe dream.

Except, it was not. 

And then one day, like a bolt from the blue, Jungkook’s dad was gone.

He still remembers the day very clearly when he saw his dad’s body being carried away on a stretcher, heavy and cold. Meanwhile, he just stood there with fat tears streaming down his cheeks, his mom arms stopping him from running behind his father.

Then, if that was not enough to break him, he lost his mom. Not physically but mentally when her mental state started to deteriorate over the next few years. Before he knew it, his mother totally forgot about his identity as well as his father’s. Apparently, that left a scar far too deep.

What’s it like to forget the ones you love?

Even though Jungkook had made peace with the fact that his mother will never return the same way he’d known her for, a small part of him still hopes. After all, what’s so wrong in hoping? 

His feet drag him down the long hallway filled with wooden brown doors until he stops and stands before one. He clears his throat as he watches the woman just lie there and stare into nothing in particular. 

When he gains her attention, a smile breaks out from her lips, “There you are. I knew you would come, Jimin.” 

Jungkook runs a palm over his chest, a futile effort to soothe the ache.

“It’s Jungkook, mom. Your son” 

“My son? How do you know my son?” The vivaciousness long gone from his mom’s voice.

He swallows and gets further inside the room. He doesn’t try to push it because he knows for a fact that even if she recognizes him today, if tomorrow he comes back he’ll be either Jimin or Namjoon or some random man he’s never heard of. 

“How are you doing?” 

His mom sighs, a pout on her lips as she looks down, “Still the same. I asked the nurse for a cup of tea hours back but she seems to have forgotten about it. That witch.” 

He chuckles, sitting himself on the stool. “I’m sure she’s bringing it in for you.” 

Her eyes move over to the window and settle on the maple tree outside. Just watching it. Jungkook ponders if she remembers chasing him under the maple tree when he was a child. It’s his favorite memory.

“A kind woman stopped by a few days back. God knows what her name was but she had this.. sad look in her eyes, as if someone had snatched something away from her and she’s broken over it. I wonder if people look at me and feel the same amount of sympathy that I did towards her that day. I’m not a fool, I know I’m sick. I could be dead by tomorrow for all you know,” she releases a small sigh as Jungkook waits for her to continue. 

Except she doesn’t and in that moment, Jungkook just…. knows. 

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Jungkook’s eyes have not left the silver bracelet on his wrist for a while now, brushing it with his fingers lightly as if that would help him rectify his mistakes. He wants to slap himself whenever he remembers the look on your face when those cursed words left him. You looked so broken, so tired.

The woman his mother mentioned is you, it’s so obvious. Something about the way she told him about you made him want to swallow a fistful of iron nails. Fuck even that would hurt less. For a second he saw himself at her place and that made his insides twist in such a way that he didn’t understand. 

What if one day he just wakes up and doesn’t remember you? What if it all just disappears? Her memories, your smile, your sweet giggles, your moans, your touch. 

The thought itself makes him want to rip something into pieces not to mention rip his own heart into pieces. 

Jungkook can hardly walk through the veil of darkness which fills the hall. He holds his phone screen up for light, calling out for you.

“Honey, you home?” 

No response. With his heart in his throat he starts moving towards the bedroom. Gripping the doorknob, he twists it as the door clicks open. Before he can start panicking because of the empty room with nothing but his own stuff scattered around, a cough reaches his ears. 

His brows crease into a frown, confused. “_____, I’m starting to worry.” 

Another cough follows, making his breath pick up its pace. Following the sound, he finds himself standing outside the guest room’s door. Wasting no time he pushes the door open as he watches you on the bed covered in layers of blanket with sweat all over your forehead.

He rushes to you in a quick second, heart beating fast. “Hey, hey baby,” voice coming out as gently as possible, “You okay? Why are you here?” 

Your eyes land on his face as you sniff. “This is what happens when you eat your weight in a bucket full of ice cream on a Sunday night.” 

Jungkook’s expression flashes with relief, grateful that it’s nothing more than an unfortunate cold. 

“You should leave.”

He blinks, “What?” 

“You're more contagious to the cold than anyone I know, baby. Go. I’ll be fine” 

To be honest, he could give zero fucks about catching a cold right now. He holds your gaze for a long moment before standing up. 

A quick look of hurt passes through your eyes, but you recover just as quickly. 

“If you think I’m gonna leave you here in this state then you underestimate my love for you, honey. I don’t know if you remember, but you wanted us to talk once I come back and I want you to get better and get talking, alright? God knows how I managed to have survived two weeks without you by my side, but now that I’m here, you’re going nowhere out of my sight.” 

“Jungkoo-”

He interrupts, “As for those reports, I don’t give a fuck. I don’t care if we can’t have kids normally as most people do,” he runs his hands through his black locks, messing them up as he continues,

“In every sense of the word, I just want you. I want you right here with me, holding my hand and making me the happiest motherfucker ever. We’ll try something else. We’ll adopt, we’ll go with IVF, we’ll-” 

“Jungkook” 

“Yeah?” 

“Breathe, baby” 

So he does as he fills his chest with air, taking a moment to relax. Reaching over, you take his hands in your soft and warm ones, caressing his knuckle tattoo.

“Do I have the permission to be selfish just for one more time?” 

He offers you a weak smile, “You were never selfish to begin with, my love.” 

Your hands pull him towards you until he’s lying down by your side. He wraps his arms around you, holding you so close you’re almost one.  

Jungkook presses a kiss on your clammy forehead followed by one on the tip of your nose, “You okay?” 

“I am now” you whisper, letting your head drop weakly forward to pepper kisses across his hoodie clad chest. 

“I’m gonna speak now and I want you to listen, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

Your fingers clutch his hoodie in a small fist as you begin, “I lied about babysitting Coco and I’m sorry about that since I know we promised to never lie to each other, but I had a reason for that. I was at the hospital when you called. I knew you would be at the studio and I didn’t want to put you through that when you’re working,” 

You look up at him, eyes full of love and affection, “When I was young, my mom showed me an orange butterfly which I immediately fell in love with. I played with it for hours before I went back inside the house. I let it go, wishing it would visit me again. I had to let that butterfly go, Jungkook. Because I knew I couldn’t keep holding onto it. I was gonna do the same with you that night. I had it all planned out, I was gonna let you know about my infertility and then I was going to ask you for a breakup. Thankfully, I didn’t. Do you know why?”

Resigned, Jungkook shakes his head as a teardrop falls. 

“Because some things and some people are worth staying for. You’re worth staying for. I was stupid enough to think that I would survive without you, that I would be able to weather the storm without you by my side.” 

You’re sobbing now, sniffing as your fingers wipe Jungkook’s tears away. 

He cups your cheek, his fingers brushing featherlight on your skin as the most tantalizing caress. “You don’t have to. I’ll never leave you, baby. You’re it for me. I can’t breathe without you, _____. Do I want a family one day? Of course, Do I want it without you in it? Over my dead body. You’re my present and I very much have the intention of making you my future too. With all due respect, but something as trivial as that report is not gonna stop me from doing that.” 

A heavy moment of silence hangs in the air as he just stares at the love of his life, he didn’t even realize when the power came back, illuminating the whole guest room.

You are the first one to say, “I love you.” 

“I love you the most.” he declares as his lips brush with yours with immense gentleness and love. 

“Jungkook?” 

“Yeah honey?” 

“What do you think about calling our daughter, Ji woo? If we ever have one?” your voice comes out muffled because of the way you’re snuggled against his chest. 

His lips stretch into the biggest grin ever, chest filling with pride because the woman who he loves the most in his life asked to name the girl he’d love the most in his life after a woman who loves him the most in her life. Even if she doesn’t know it. 

“I’d love that.” 

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Few years later 

“What-” you gasp as your body goes tense for a quick second before relaxing against Jungkook’s chest. His arms circling around your waist, making you feel cozy and at home. 

“You really need to stop scaring me like this.” 

“Why? I can’t hug my wife now? I know you secretly like back hugs.” 

Wife. The word still holds the same love and power as it did the first time he asked “Will you be my wife and make me the happiest man in the world, honey?” 

You let your head fall back against his chest and look up at him, “You know what? I do.” 

“I know you like the back of my hand, wifey.” he says, leaning down to drop a light kiss on your forehead. 

“I love it when you call me that, but right now you’re distracting me.” Your hands start running over his forearms, caressing. It’s like a habit for you. You need to touch him whenever you can, feel him close to you as much as possible. He’s always so warm and soft, it makes you all fuzzy on the inside. 

His mouth nibbles on your ear, making you shudder. “I don’t think so. Besides I barely get to have you for myself these days.” 

You sigh and just let yourself relax in his hold. The past few days have been hectic to say the least and nothing can heal you better than being in your husband’s arms. “How was practice, baby?”

Jungkook has been working on a new album resulting in him spending most of his time in the studio. You miss him, of course, it’s only normal, but you’re also beyond proud. He took a momentous break from his work the same year you guys were facing issues and he didn’t so much as leave your side, promising to always stick around. Through thick and thin as he said in the wedding vows. 

He ignores your question and sucks on your neck, making you groan. 

“Jungkook” His lips find yours and he steals a kiss, hands pushing under your sundress as he caresses the back of your thigh. Goosebumps break out all over your body and you curse at the fact that he still holds so much power over you. Your legs go weak and your clutch onto his shoulder for support. 

As he lets your lips go with a loud pop, you open your eyes and look at him. 

“What are the chances of me getting lucky tonight?” he asks, hands still under your dress, now grazing your ass. 

“It-”

Before you could answer him, the sound of tiny footsteps running towards you both reached you. And there she is, your prettiest five year old letting out the biggest shriek after she sees her daddy all but falling down from enthusiasm.

“Da!” her feet pick up the pace as she runs towards him with arms wide open. 

You detangle yourself from your husband’s hold and he takes a step back.

He crouches down and catches your little girl, Ji woo, in his arms. Groaning as she crashes into him. “Ooff” 

“Da, I missed you. You’re coming to the picnic with us, right? Mommy says you are.” 

You watch him laugh and peck her chubby cheek. “Of course, sunshine. Nice daddies never miss picnics with their daughters, do they?” 

As they talk like their goofy selves, you just take a moment and watch. By the grace of all things good, you’ve had the chance to visit almost everywhere in the world, but this right here is the best view. After musing about it, you and Jungkook decided to go with IVF and you’ve not regretted it ever since. Hands down the best decision of your life. 

Waking up and seeing your husband with your daughter sprawled on his chest as she lets out tiny little snores, watching her fall in love with the same eyes as you did, going on family dates, going to his concerts wearing the same outfits and whatnot. It’s more than enough for you to thank your lucky stars that you stayed. 

“Mommy, daddy says he’ll not steal my strawberry this time.” 

You offer her a gentle smile. “Daddy is a little liar, baby” 

She lets out the cutest gasp ever, cupping Jungkook’s face with her tiny hands. His face is so big in her hands it’s almost chucklesome.

“Is that right, daddy?” 

He playfully narrows his eyes at you as you stick your tongue out. “Mommy’s just jealous because you love daddy more. Now, what do you think of making those bracelets together?”

Ji woo’s face lights up like the fourth of July and she starts squirming like a little butterfly in his arms, flapping her arms. She’s been asking for her own bracelet after seeing the silver one on Jungkook’s wrist for years now. He suggested custom making one and she got so excited one would think he got her a pet dog or something. Although, he’s considering that too. Nothing surprising there.

When it comes to Ji woo, Jungkook is a loser in love. You’ve never seen him looking at another girl the same way he looks at his daughter. Besides you, of course. It’s innocent, pure and all things perfect. 

Before they both leave, she gives you a kiss on the cheek, covering her eyes when your husband pecks your lips.

Your eyes find the butterfly tattoo on your wrist, sometimes seeing it in your daughter. Excited, lively and someone who makes you want to wish it never disappears, the only difference?

Jungkook’s not afraid that everyone will let him go and you’re not uneasy about how you will have no reason to not let go. 

You’re healed.

He’s healed. 

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[sanarsi]

Paid internship

professor!Reed Richards x student!f!Reader

Summary: You don't have enough money to pay for your internship. Prof. Richards finds another way for you to pay him back. Warnings: +18, MDNI, rough sex, student!Reader and professor!Reed so AGE GAP (but not specified), unprotected PIV, cheating (yeah he’s married), no orgasm (what a jerk), sex for work situationship, insults Wordcount: 1,7k An: The Fantastic Four: First Steps is already behind us so LET’S GO SLUTS Music I worked with: Toxic - Britney Spears

Masterlist

Getting an internship under Professor Richards himself was a dream come true.

As his assistant, you could learn more than in any school. This job gave you opportunities. Future prospects.

So you tried, working your ass off. And Reed was happy about it. So you quickly became his personal assistant. You had access to almost everything. You were someone important.

But luck eventually had to run out on you. In the worst possible way. No money to pay off your internship.

No money to pay off your dreams.

It was like a knife in the back.

You felt like a wreck standing in the professor's office.

"You don't have money to pay for the next six months?" he asked again to make sure he understood your sloppy jumble of words. You clenched your hands tighter behind your back and nodded. It took a lot of energy to maintain eye contact with him. His gaze bored a hole in you as he remained silent, thinking about your words.

"I'm really sorry, Professor..." you began, feeling even worse as he sighed heavily and looked away. He silenced you with a gesture of his hand, so you immediately fell silent. Your stomach was eager to throw up today's breakfast.

“Yeah, well…” he began, looking back at you. You could see the decision in his eyes.

You could barely stop the tears from welling up in your eyes.

“You were one of the best assistants I’ve ever had.” He smiled fondly. You pressed your lips together tightly and nodded, unable to say any words. The lump in your throat barely allowed you to breathe. “Your access card won’t work on Monday morning.”

Those were the last words he said to you.

You spent the rest of the day thinking about it. Everything you did almost ended in an accident because you couldn't focus on anything. Your last day was the worst. You couldn't even swallow water, let alone eat dinner.

You wondered how you could have acquired so much cash so quickly. No weekend job would have given you even half of what you needed.

You could have sold yourself a few times in a brothel, but… no. That was out of the question.

So you had nothing left. You felt like your whole life had collapsed.

That's why you were the last one to stay in the lab. You didn't want to accept reality.

If you went out through that door, you'd never come back.

That thought was enough for you to organize papers until late at night. Out of curiosity, you even looked into some of the files. But when you finally found something interesting, the main door opened with a bang.

You jumped in place, turning in that direction and your gaze immediately crossed with that of Professor Richards. He stopped mid-step, looking at you with an absent gaze.

"I didn't think anyone else would be here at this hour," he spoke first and looked at the documents in your hands. You blinked a few times, trying to gather your thoughts.

"Um, yeah, I stayed to clean up a bit," you explained, pointing to a few boxes lying on the ground. Reed raised an eyebrow, looking at the mess that was bigger than the order that reigned around you.

"I can see you really care about this internship," he said, returning his gaze to your lost eyes. You smiled nervously and an uncontrolled snort escaped your lips.

"Yeah..." you nodded with a crooked smile. You immediately cleared your throat and straightened up more. "I mean, yes, I care. A lot," you repeated professionally.

He was silent for a moment, looking at you carefully. His gaze, as usual, pierced your soul through and through. Sometimes you were afraid that maybe he could read minds. But then he would definitely fire you.

Considering how many naughty thoughts you had about this married man-

"How much?" he interrupted your thoughts. You hesitated, frowning at this strange question.

"What-"

"How much do you care about keeping this internship?" he repeated and began to slowly close the distance between you. You swallowed hard, tightening your grip on the documents.

"A lot," you answered confidently. And you really were able to do almost anything to keep this job.

Reed stopped in front of you, not breaking eye contact with you even as he took the documents from your hand. He glanced at the name of the folder and a smirk appeared on his lips.

"You're lucky I need you," he said to himself before throwing the papers on the counter behind you. His gaze landed on you again and you felt like he was fighting a battle within himself. Your breathing quickened a bit as he stared at you like that in silence.

You opened your mouth to say something but he was first.

"Those documents are top secret, you know that?" A wave of cold shivers ran through your body. You opened your eyes wider, glancing at the boxes on the ground.

"I- I didn't know. Shit- I'm sorry," you began to stutter, trying to explain yourself. You bent down, wanting to start collecting all the folders you had managed to take out, but his sharp command stopped you.

"Leave it."

You immediately straightened up like a string. You had always been so damn obedient to him. Now he understood what a curse it was for him.

"You're lucky today," he announced and you didn't even know how to react.

His argument with his wife gave you a one in a million chance today.

For you, it was a lottery ticket and for him, a guilty conscience for the next while. But now he was too angry to think about what would happen when he got home.

"Professor?" you spoke gently, seeing the thoughts on his face. That was enough for him to wake up and quickly cover the distance between you. You inhaled loudly before his hand tangled in your hair and his lips crushed yours.

You stepped back from the force of his pressure until his body pinned you to the counter. His kisses were strong, not giving you the chance to fight him. Not that you tried to fight him.

His hands slid down your body, gripping your breasts tightly. You moaned into his mouth as he briefly gave them his attention. Your heart was beating so hard in your chest that you could barely hear how hard he was breathing.

His fingers easily unbuttoned your pants and in one movement he pulled them down to your knees. You caught a deep breath when he pulled away from you for a moment to pull your panties down. You moaned at the cold wind hitting your heated skin before his lips attacked yours again. His tongue forced you into submission with each kiss.

Suddenly his fingers were on your pussy, testing how wet you were. You moaned into his mouth as he ran his fingers over your wet slit, spreading the moisture along her entire length.

A quiet growl left his throat as he turned you around with one movement and pushed you onto the counter. You laid down on the cold table, bent over for him like a slut. Another growl filled the room before you heard him lower his pants. You burned between your thighs as you realized what was about to happen. Shit.

"Your wife-"

"Not a fucking word," he growled, silencing you. And after a moment, you felt the tip sliding over, lubricating himself before he entered you in one movement.

You screamed as his hips crashed hard against yours. A long groan escaped his throat at the feeling of your tight wet cunt wrapped around him. You could barely catch your breath feeling the pain and pleasure at the same time. But he didn't give you time to think.

His hands gripped your hips tightly as he began to thrust into you. You moaned loudly with each hard movement he made. His hips slammed loudly against yours and his cock hit deep inside you. He growled and sped up his movements, making your moans sound like squeals.

“Fucking bitch, can’t appreciate what she has,” he began, panting. “And you would jump off a bridge if I asked you to.”

With each word he thrust harder, thrusting into you so deep you didn’t know where the pain ended and the pleasure began. He leaned closer, slowing his movements a bit so you could finally catch your breath.

"You would, right?" he whispered against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes,” you cried, feeling your pussy clench around his hard cock. A smirk formed on his lips.

“I can see,” he said with a haughty smirk before he straightened up again and began thrusting into you.

Fast and hard.

Caring only for his own pleasure.

You felt tears in your eyes as his sharp movements began to bring your orgasm closer. You breathed shallowly, feeling your legs begin to tremble.

"Fucking slut," he growled, digging his fingers painfully into your hips. You cried louder, feeling your pulse begin to throb and a moment separates you from a painful orgasm. But then he suddenly pulled out of you.

You moaned pitifully, feeling the desired wave of fulfillment begin to disappear. Reed focused on making a few hand movements on his cock before he came on your ass with a loud growl.

For a moment there was silence, interrupted only by your heavy breaths. You were barely able to move when he already adjusted his pants and ran his fingers through his hair, looking impeccable again. He cleared his throat, adjusting the collar of his shirt and looked at what was left of you.

"See you on Monday," he said professionally as usual and moved towards the exit. After a moment, all you heard was the slam of the door as he left you alone.

Used, dirty and unfulfilled.

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

synopsis: you missed your boyfriend Caelus a little too much while he was gone for a mission that you make up for the missed time in the astral express bathroom

tags: dom!reader, sub!Caelus, blowjob, bathroom sex, penetration, creampie, vulgar, explicit

wrd cnt: 0.7k

a/n: this was a request!! i never thought id write for caelus LMFAO but i get it

You've been waiting on the Astral Express for weeks, eagerly anticipating the return of Caelus. Of course, it was fun having sleepovers with March and talking more closely with Himeko but you missed your boyfriend. Early this morning you heard the express door open, the sound of steam and a visible light making your head almost snap in way it whipped back to check. When he finally steps off the ship, you can't help but rush into his arms, feeling his strong, warm figure engulfing you. But as you pull back, you can see the exhaustion in his eyes, and you know that he needs rest.

Despite this, you can't shake the desire that's been building up inside of you. It's been weeks since you've been able to be intimate, and you're starting to feel restless. As you make your way to your next meeting, you see him come out of his room after a long nap and make eye contact with him.

You get a really bad idea too.

As he smiles toward you getting closer, he lets out a small yelp as you grab his sleeve and pull him into bathroom, locking the door shut behind you.

'What are you doing?' Caelus asks, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips behind his curious eyes.

'I need you,' you reply, your voice husky with desire. 'Now.'

You push him up against the wall, your hands roaming over his chest and abs. He groans as you undo his belt, your fingers quickly working to free his cock.

It's already hard, and you can't help but palm over it, wanting to savor the feel of it against your hand.

'Fuck, y/n-' Caelus breathes, his head falling back against the wall. 'You're so eager.’ He chuckles.

'Shut up!' you retort, sinking to your knees.

You take him deep into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock. He tastes so good, and you can't get enough. You suck and lick, your hands stroking his shaft as you take him deeper and deeper. He's panting and groaning above you, his hands buried in your hair as he fucks your mouth.

'God, yes,' he growls. 'missed you so much.'

You can feel him getting closer with his erratic movements, the way his stomach sucks in as his breathe is shallow and wanting, but you're not ready for this to end yet. You pull back, standing up and stripping off your clothes. You're not wearing any underwear, and Caelus' eyes widen as he takes in the sight of you, completely bare and ready for him.

'You're so fucking hot,' he says, his voice rough.

You push him back onto the cover of the toilet seat, climbing onto his lap and sinking down onto his cock. You both moan as you bottom out, feeling him fill you up in the most delicious way. You start to ride him, your hips rolling and grinding as you fuck him.

'Yes, yes, yes,' he chants, his voice getting raspier snd more worn out.

Caelus' hands are on your hips, helping you move as he thrusts up into you. He's hitting all the right spots, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. You're so close, and you know that you're not going to be able to hold on much longer.

'Come for me, baby,' Caelus growls, his eyes locked onto yours. ‘Please.’

You do, crying out as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. Caelus follows soon after, his cock twitching inside of you as he fills you up with his release. You collapse onto his chest, both of you panting and trying to catch your breath.

As you pull back and start to get dressed, you know that you're going to be late for your meeting, but you don't care.

For a moment, you can do nothing but cling to each other, your bodies trembling as the aftershocks of your orgasms wash over you. But all too soon, reality comes crashing back down.

'We need to get to that meeting,' you say, your voice still husky with desire.

Caelus nods, his breathing still ragged. 'Yeah, we do.'

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

[maladaptiveobsession]

yandere valentino x reader x angel dust

contains: reader w/unspecified genitals, gn reader, nsfw themes, noncon/dubcon, dehumanization, degradation, heavy abuse (brief mentions of physical violence, manipulation, sexual exploitation), dacryphilia, overstimulation

word count: 2,160

It’s not unusual for sinners to throw themselves at Valentino’s feet, but it is the first time the red skies of hell have thrown one directly onto him. The impact sends you both to the ground, collapsing in a startled heap.

He scrambles to throw you off, having every intention to rip you to scraps. Upon lifting your head, he suddenly has grander schemes in mind. His towering figure and lascivious grin send shivers down your spine.

“My, what lovely specimen do we have here? How kind of heaven to send a beauty like yourself directly to me.” His flirtations send blood rushing to your head, making your face grow warmer. You shyly break eye contact, swiveling your head to get a look around. Where is this place?

Valentino must notice your growing confusion and distress, interrupting your thoughts with a low chuckle.

“Welcome to hell, dollface.” Oh, you must be dead. You never thought you were perfect, but you never could’ve imagined you’d go to hell! Where did you go wrong? Suddenly thrust into hell with murderers, rapists, and monsters alike, you wondered if you could die twice.

“Don’t look so down, baby; you’re in luck! There’s no better demon you could’ve crashed into.” He goes on to introduce himself as a powerful overlord with a well-known and successful business.

“I’m feeling awfully generous right now. Why don’t you come work for me? I know just where to put you! You’ll fit right in! I’m sure my patrons will love you too.” He pauses to let you digest the information. “As my employee, you’d be provided housing. I could easily protect you from the creeps and losers on this side of hell. I’ll even forgive you for dirtying my coat! Sounds like a steal, right?”

He takes a long drag from a cigar that you're not sure where came from, then whips out a contract and pen.

“So, how about it, baby?”

Stranded in an unfamiliar place, you easily accept his kindness. As you take hold of the pen, something about his grin makes you uneasy.

If only you read the fine print. So began your life of torment.

What Valentino neglected to mention was that the “successful business” he ran was a porn studio. You spent hours doing photoshoots, films, and shows. Like Valentino suggested, you became his star attraction—the shy and delicate pornstar all of hell’s degenerates thirsted for. Yet they would never get a taste. Valentino didn’t share his personal toys. 

Inexplicably, he couldn’t get enough of you. He wanted to own you the moment he saw your pretty face, drawn to the light in your eyes.

Even with your skin bruised by his fingers and your throat sore from careless treatment, you still desired his rough affection. You didn’t mind that he left you battered each night or his harsh comments when you couldn’t keep up with his demands.

You could even forgive him for cruelly allowing his customers to take advantage of you and fuck you back into submission.

“I said I could protect you; I never said I would. Perhaps you’ll think twice before disobeying in the future.”

You would do anything if it meant receiving his violent devotion.

Being the personal toy of an egomaniacal moth could never be easy, but at least you weren’t alone. You had befriended none other than Valentino’s former favored pornstar, Angel Dust. Despite your differences in character, your shared experiences created a bond neither of you could find anywhere else. Misery always finds company.

Angel felt conflicted upon meeting you. That bastard had finally found a new toy to replace him! His joy only lasted until he heard your voice, so soft and sweet.

Valentino would break you.

Angel dreamed of the day Valentino would grow bored of him and find a new toy to play with. Now that that dream was a reality, he couldn’t push down the guilt. Shouldn’t he feel happy?

There was nothing Angel could do to protect you, but he could give you advice on how to protect yourself.

“Just do what he says. The consequences aren’t worth going against his word.”

He hadn’t planned on getting so close to you; he had tried to scare you off with cruelties, but you never minded. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t shake you. He tried to keep his distance and went out of his way to avoid you. You must have taken the hint and stopped bothering him like he’d wanted.

He didn’t owe you anything, so why did your absence make him feel worse? Why did he feel like something was missing?

Angel found his answers not long after.

He'd followed the muffled sound of choked sobs to your studio, pausing outside the cracked door. Against his better judgment, he peeked inside.

He’s met with the sight of you huddled in your vanity seat, knees raised to your chest, and your face buried in your arms.

“Doll?”

You raise your head at the sound of Angel’s voice, rushing to wipe away tears. You greet him with the best smile you can manage.

How miserable you must look to him, with smudged mascara and puffy eyes.

“I’m sorry for bothering you so often, Angie.” With how hoarse your voice is, he suspects you’ve been crying for a while. “I didn’t mean to overstep. I just felt so alone, you know?”

He does. He knows better than anyone.

It suddenly occurs to him how much of an asshole he’s been. You didn’t deserve the shit he’s been giving you.

He'd put up walls ever since he signed away his freedom; he couldn’t trust anybody. He thought nobody could understand what kind of shit he’s been through, but then you came along. You do understand because you’re going through it.

You’re all each other has.

“Don’t cry for the bastard. He doesn’t deserve your tears.” You look like you’re about to apologize again, but he continues. “Listen, I’m sorry for being such a douchebag lately. You didn’t do nothing wrong. We’ve only got each other in this shithole.”

You smile brightly, unsure what caused the sudden change in attitude, but happy nonetheless. “Right, together, we’re not alone.”

So began your unlikely friendship.

Unfortunately, Valentino wasn’t nearly as enthused. His obsession grew to new heights when you befriended Angel Dust. This manifested itself in the form of longer studio hours and even rougher sex.

Seeing you get along on set made his blood boil. The final straw was the stupid grin you sent Angel’s way. How dare you flirt with that slut! How dare he grin back!

You both clearly needed to be reminded of your status. Since you liked each other so much, he would be happy to give his blessings. Why, he’d personally see to your union.

Later that evening, you found yourself back on set, blindfolded and gagged. The cold nipped at your bare skin. Valentino kept the studios cold to keep your nipples perked. The handcuffs keeping your hands pinned to the bed post provided little comfort.

The sound of the film crew setting up around you sent heat to your sex. You couldn’t swallow the feeling of disgust residing in your throat; how could you enjoy this? Even amongst the buzz of conversations, you could easily pick out the click of Valentino’s healed boots. You wait for the familiar call to begin filming, yet you do not find it.

It’s only when a pair of hands, strangely familiar, find their way to your chest that you realize the set began. The whole situation strikes you as strange, but what could you do anyhow? Nothing would change the outcome. In the end, all you’d receive for your curiosity would be a nasty bruise.

So you brush off your worries and focus on the sensation of soft hands groping at your chest, teasing your nipples. You can’t help but lean into their gentle touches; the familiarity comforting.

The way they glide across your skin—as if searching—you wonder if they’re blindfolded too. Shivers run across your spine as they spread your legs, the cool air kissing your core. The bed shifts as your film partner settles between your thighs, their hands never leaving you.

Fingers prod at your entrance, sinking in easily. Your head spins at the sudden intrusion. As they finger and stretch your hole, you struggle to maintain composure. Each motion was intentional and practiced. You could feel the slick gather below you in a thick puddle. Somehow, they knew how to work you just right.

Droplets of pre-cum smeared against your skin as their cock brushed up against your thigh.

Unable to wait any longer, you tried lifting your hips away from their fingers. You wanted more; you wanted to be filled.

Your desire clouded any creeping shame or embarrassment. You never wanted this; why shouldn’t you enjoy the pleasure being given?

The hand lingering on your hip stills you with surprising strength; another set of hands you didn’t know they had pushes your thighs up to your chest. Desire clouds your thoughts, never once questioning the owner of said hands.

They guide their cock to your entrance, driving it in without warning—the sudden stretch takes your breath away. Though easier to accommodate than Valentino’s, you still find yourself pushed past your limits.

Little time is given to adjust; their pace is rough but controlled. Waves of pleasure burn through you. 

Your moans and pleas are swallowed up by the gag. Tears of pleasure and pain gather in your eyes, darkening the fabric of your blindfold. It hurts so good; the intensity building in your core threatens to snap. A particularly rough thrust sends powerful shockwaves throughout your body.

They shudder against you, their pace stuttering for only a brief moment. They were too busy changing their own bliss. You writhe against your binds as the heat within tightens once more, all too soon. Your pleas for clemency are muffled.

Valentino watches with great interest, languidly stroking his own length as you're brought back to the edge of pleasure. You were so sensitive and expressive.

His favorite slut being forced to use his personal toy wasn’t a sight he thought he’d enjoy. He’d initially been reluctant, only convinced by the masses demanding your collaboration.

Now he couldn’t wait for the reveal—to see the despair of fucking your only friend. Commanding his toys to fuck like dolls was fun; maybe he’d do it again some time.

He watched closely as Angel’s hips stuttered, pace becoming erratic, and fingers pressing deep into your thighs. The heat of his climax sends you over the edge. With your ears ringing and your heart pounding, you feel dizzy. Darkness swallows up your vision.

Valentino makes note of your limpness, suddenly struck by an idea. He strides over to Angel, leaning down to whisper in his ear.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice you flirting with my toy?” He didn’t miss the way Angel tenses. “Well, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Wasting no time, he wrenched the blindfold off.

Angel’s reaction is more than he’d hoped for. Horror and disgust flash in his eyes as he scrambles to pull out of you. He tumbled off the bed in his urgency and crumpled at Val’s feet in despair.

Angel can feel his stomach in his throat, panis rising.

“Aw, did you not like my gift?” Valentino mocks him, relishing in the pitiful display. “Well, too bad. Pick yourself up and get ready to do it again.”

For a moment, Angel is unresponsive. He has to do that all over again? He has to violate you? He can’t do that to you; it would break you.

Buzzing under the thick layer of disgust creeps darker desires: to touch and tease your skin, to sink into your warmth. To do it all over again.

He doesn't notice the way his dick responds, but Valentino certainly does. How unexpected!

“Holy shit, are you hard again? Does the thought of raping your friend turn you on that much? I wonder what your friend will think?” He can taste your fear and anguish already. “Let’s not waste any time, then.”

Angel's fear is palpable and thick. He doesn’t want to lose you. When you open your eyes, the little sanctuary you've built together will never be the same.

You should feel something, but you can only feel empty as your only friend splits you open against both of your wills. Averting his eyes, he rocks into you. Valentino’s voice hardly registers at all. 

“Don’t act so shy, Angelcakes. Go on, fuck them with your eyes like you usually do. If I don’t see some eye contact, there will be consequences for your dearest friend.”

With your eyes connected, you can’t pretend anymore. This is happening. This is real. 

You only have each other, but together you created a nightmare you can’t escape. At least you’re not alone—closer than you’ve ever been.

[moonlitdesertdreams]

Thankful

A/N: Everyone wanted more soft Astarion, so how's traumatized instead? Tags: Astarion Ancunin, Astarion, BG3 Astarion, BG3 Imagines, Astarion x OC, Astarion x Tav, Astarion x Reader WARNINGS: Canon-typical blood, mentions of grieving/loss. ACT III/ 'THE PALE ELF' QUEST SPOILERS Summary: You comfort Astarion and talk about emotions after the events at Szarr Palace.

Word count: 2.1k+ (GIF credit to @silverformymonsters)

Leaving Szarr Palace is both a weight off your shoulders and the biggest burden you’ve carried since this adventure started. Cazador is dead, and Astarion is free as last. No master, and no more being used as a means to an end.

 But it’s never that simple, is it?

Shadowheart and Lae’zel, mercifully, take Astarion’s second wave of heart-wrenching wails, after all the spawn were set free, as their cue to leave. You give him space as he cries and wait until it’s only a soft whimper to approach. He’s on his knees at that point, Cazador’s bloody body inches from his. The daggers still sticks out of the vampire lord’s chest, begging to be used once again. 

You come to a stop behind Astarion’s left shoulder and let your fingers barely brush his skin. For once he feels warm, filled with anger, denial, fear and vulnerability. When he doesn’t brush you off, you press more firmly, moving to the front of his body. Astarion’s hands creep up to your hips and use them as leverage to stagger to his feet. It isn’t until he’s upright that he makes eye contact and breaks your heart into two. 

Blood runs in macabre trails down his skin and clothes, puddling on the floors around him and his fallen master. His eyes, normally alight with mischief and mirth, are downcast, swollen and dripping with tears. The pain is apparent, tied together with confusion and grief for the end of an era, even if it was depraved and lonesome. 

“... I should be happy.” He whispers, pinching his eyes shut. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Oh, Astarion.” You murmur, reaching to envelop him in your arms. 

Your vampire crumbles, arms wrapping tight around you to the point you’re fairly certain you’re not getting enough oxygen. Astarion clings to your clothes, to any concrete fragment of reality that can ground him from what he’s been through. His face buries itself into the crook of your neck, hiding the tears from your prying eyes. One hand comes up to cup the back of his head and strokes his blood-stained curls. 

“I-I… I feel numb. Empty.”

Keeping him close is the only thought in your mind. It’s not the time to delve into the implications of grieving an abuser. You decide it’s best to get back to your lodgings above the Elfsong Tavern to let him have privacy instead of being surrounded by the exact place causing him so much pain. 

And a long journey it is. Past the Gur leader Ulma waiting at the dais, and through the bustling streets of Baldur’ Gate.

Astarion barely makes it into the washroom before he collapses, and you just do your best to keep him on his feet. 

“Here, here. Sit down and I’ll draw you a bath, yeah?”

Astarion drops on the floor where you’re lowering him. You think he nods, but don’t stay long enough to confirm it. The other members of your rag tag team are dotted about the lounge area when you walk in and beeline straight towards Astarion’s chest of clothing. 

Karlach is the only one brave enough to approach you, tapping long talons nervously against her leg. 

“Well? How’s he doin’?” 

“As well as can be expected…” You sigh and sit on his bed, fresh clothes in one hand. “It’s a complicated situation. He hated Cazador, but the man was also some of the only constant interaction Astarion had in damn near two centuries.”

“Sometimes I fell empty, not having orders and all. Not having something constant that tells you where to go and what to do.” Karlach rubs her arms and shrugs. “Then I remember freedom and how much that means. I’m done being bound to some wretched leader. But there’s still a spot that feels empty. It’s healing, but it takes time. Hells, mine’s gotten better just having all of you around.”

Her words kick your brain into gear. “Yeah, that makes sense. Thanks, Karlach.”

Much to your surprise, Astarion’s already in a warm bath upon your return. You close the door behind you and slide the lock over, ensuring privacy for you both. The vampire’s eyelids only lift slightly when you drop his clothes onto the fireplace hearth and drag a wooden chair close. 

“That was fast.” You observe and nod towards the water. 

“Mhm. I caught Gale on his way up from supper. He waved his fingers around and made it work.”

You’re thankful for Gale’s presence and quiet affinity for the vampire, as it would’ve taken you twice as long manually. 

“You don’t have to sit here, you know. I’ll be alright.” Astarion says quietly. 

“Is that you nicely asking me to leave?”

His answer comes quickly. “No. I just don’t want to be a burden.”

The words are like a shot through the heart. “You could never burden me. No matter what.”

Astarion opens his eyes then. “Not even with a century of fucked up emotions? Trauma, as I’m sure you’re thinking?”

Ah, he needs the direct approach. You begin undressing, tossing your belongings in a messy pile on the floor. 

“Fuck off and move over.”

Astarion stares at you and blinks comically before sliding over. 

Once naked, you climb into the still-steaming water. There’s not an over-abundance of room in the tub, but enough that you can both put your backs against opposite sides and face each other. His long legs stretch to either side of your bum while yours remain crossed beneath. With both of you inside, the water easily rises above your chest, licking gently at sensitive collarbones instead.

“Talk.”

He sulks, but you can see the redness in his eyes and the swelling beneath. “And what should I talk about? How I’m not feeling as free as I should despite killing my slave-driver? I don’t need a psychic to tell me something is wrong with me.”

Astarion’s anger is familiar and raw, defending the vulnerable emotions swirling like a whirlpool in his gut. You don’t flich at its bite, nor retreat from its bark. It only rolls off your shoulders, dripping like rain right back into the bathwater. 

“Yes, exactly that. You’re allowed to be upset. To be sad. Cazador and his necromancied skeleton guard were the only constants in your life for a long time. And now they’re gone. You’re allowed to grieve that loss. Even if it feels wrong.”

He draws in a breath, water rippling around his bare chest. “It feels atrocious. After everything he’s done - I’ve done- killing him should be a relief. Joyous, even. And instead I feel like this.”

You reach a hand onto the table to grab soap. Its smell is a pleasant break from blood and gore, and you start towards Astarion with it in hand. 

“You’re still in shock. Everything we saw and did in that dungeon, all those people you knew. It’s natural to be sad and feel guilty.” You lather up your hands and bring them up to his neck, starting a slow and cautious massage. “Releasing them into the Underdark was the best chance they had to survive… and the best way to redeem the sins forced upon you.”

He leans into your hands as they rub the soap into his chest and shoulders. “I suppose it was.”

“Turn.” You tell him softly. He complies, drawing his legs to sit cross legged and face away from you. 

Knowing it might be easier to hear your sentimental words while facing away, you lean into his ear. “No matter what, I’m proud of you. You’re a hundred times the man Cazador ever was.”

Astarion heaves a breath at your words, scarred back rising into your hands as you continue to spread the lather across his skin. You pretend the horrific rune isn’t there, doing your best to prevent another angry outburst His shoulders hitch when you start scrubbing at his hair and gently cupping water to wet his curls. 

“I think I’m glad it’s over. I just….” He’s at a loss for words and flounders. One hand waves aimlessly in the air. 

“Need time?” You supply, gliding your hands across his trapezius. 

One of his strikes upwards like lightning, grabbing onto yours and squeezing. “Yeah. Time.”

You use a small cup from the tray to rinse his snowy curls without getting soap in his eyes. He hums at the warm water rolling down his scalp, and spins to face you as soon as you’re finished. 

“Tav?”

You’re leaning to grab the soap when you pause to look at him. “Astarion?”

“Will you come to bed with me tonight?” Astarion stops and corrects himself. “Just to keep me company.”

“Of course I will.” 

Much to your surprise, Astarion pushes himself through the water until you’re chest-to-chest. The liquid swirls and sloshes, splashing onto the floor and no doubt dripping onto a table at the tavern below. He draws your close, arms winding around your waist and pulling you into his lap. 

You smile and wrap your legs around his middle, ignoring the discomfort due to limited space. Astarion’s head finds its place on your shoulder, nose brushing against the delicate side of your neck. His cool skin is a reprieve against the steamy bathroom. You nuzzle his damp curls and rub his back softly. 

“I’m glad you didn’t stick to your original plan when we slept together that first night.” You hum, “You’ve become quite important to me on this journey.” 

“How could I have? You’re too perfect.” Astarion’s breath sends goosebumps shooting in all directions from the joint of your shoulder. The feeling is similar to that of his bite, but less intense. 

It hits you that he’s probably famished, not having fed on you the night before and being partially drained by Cazador’s profane ritual. Not to mention the amount of strain that’s been put on him both emotionally and physically in the last few hours.

You brush your hair away from your neck. “You need to feed,”

Astarion lifts his head. “That wasn’t what I was-”

“I know. But you’ve been through a lot.” You insist, rolling your head to the side. “Humor me.”

“I suppose I could be tempted.” Astarion’s eyes darken, and he shift back in towards your neck

His cool breath washes over your skin, and combined with the water it’s so chilly that it’s almost numb while he prepares to sink his teeth in. You feel his nose brush your skin, seeking out the delicate vein carrying the liquid he needs so desperately. He marks his target with a gentle kiss, and one hand holds your hip as he bites down. 

Ice shoots through your veins, spreading slowly from collarbones to belly button, and eventually your toes as he drinks. The freezing quickly turns to ecstasy, shooting arousal into every corner of your body though you know it's not the time. Your hand knots in Astarion’s hair, unconsciously encouraging him to keep going. Somewhere in your brain, you realize this is how people fall so easily to vampires. With a blissful numb that rivals the best Opium and a feather-light sensation overtaking all your limbs, what wouldn’t someone fall for?

But luckily, your vampire would never let you fall.

Astarion’s fangs pull away from your skin but his mouth remains on your neck, lapping at the weeping blood until it stops. You’re woozy for sure, and allow yourself a few moments to be dead weight in his embrace. 

“I apologize, darling. I got carried away.”

You shake your head and press a kiss to his chin. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“Are you going to be able to navigate back to bed?” He asks, tipping his chin towards the shared space. “While you understand me, I’m not sure the others will be so friendly about my choice of dinner.”

“I’m willing to pay the barkeep for the private room across the hall for tonight.” 

And you do, without thought. Anything that provides Astarion with comfort is worth the price for you. So you both trek across the hallway, leaving the bathroom mess for morning. Exhaustion has completely taken over after Astarion’s bite, and you take a moment to wrestle with the sheets until you’re able to climb under them.

“Comfortable, darling?” Astarion asks as he lays down. 

“Delightful.” You reply, “Now get some rest.”

Astarion does as you say, but keeps you within arms reach at all times. He might be having trouble with his feelings towards Cazador and the missed opportunity for power, but he’s thankful. 

Thankful for his choice, and thankful for you.

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The theory

Warnings: smut, age gap (Herbert is like inm his 40's reader is in her 20's), teacher and TA/student type relationship, reader has dirty thoughts

An: more Herbert stuff ig.... enjoy!

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You always thought he was hot. In like your dad's nerdy friend kida way......but that didn’t stop you from getting yourself off thinking about what his cock looked like. You would imagine it so many times. Imagining how big it would be. How good it would feel inside of you. It wasn’t until last week when you had finally seen it that your dreams became reality.

It all happened one night after class. You were working on homework in Dr. West’s office while he finished grading papers. After finishing up his work he came over and sat next to you on his desk chair. “I need to ask you something,” he said

“Yeah? What is it?” you asked as you looked up at him. He was wearing a white dress shirt, black tie, and slacks. His brown eyes seemed to pierce through you as he addressed you .

“Would you like to help me out with some research?” he asked.

“What kind of research?” you asked curiously.

“Well, I need someone to test my latest theory.”

“Okay? What does that mean exactly?” you asked.

“Basically I need someone to help me see if my theory is correct.” he explained.

“So what does this testing involve?” you asked nervously.

He leaned forward and put his hand on your knee, “Well, there will be some physical contact involved.” he said as he rubbed your thigh.

You swallowed hard and nodded, “Okay.” you replied.

He smiled and stood up, “Great! Would you like to start now?” he asked as he took his jacket off.

You bit your lip and nodded as he turned around and locked the door behind him. He walked back over to you and sat down on his desk chair again. “So what exactly is this theory Dr. West?” you asked batting your eyes at the scientist.

He grinned and shrugged, “Oh well, we’ll get to that later. Right now I want to make sure you are comfortable.” he said as he undid his belt buckle.

“Comfortable?” you asked raising an eyebrow.

He laughed and stood up again, “Yes. I want to make sure that you are okay with everything before we proceed.” he said as his hand went up your skirt, and he ran his thumb up and down your inner thigh getting higher and higher

“Oh my god,” you gasped as he reached the edge of your panties.

"Do you still want to participate in this theory?" You practically moaned out a yes

He chuckled and pulled them aside, exposing your pussy to him. He bent down and licked his tongue along your slit causing you to shiver. “Mmmm, delicious,” he whispered against your flesh as he sucked on your clit making you moan softly. He continued to lick and suck on your clit until you were dripping wet and begging for more.

“Please,” you panted, “Fuck me.”

Dr. West smirked and stood up, “Not yet. First, I want to make sure that you can handle what I have planned for you.” he said as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down revealing his hard cock.

“Holy shit,” you gasped as you stared at it in awe. It was longer than any cock you had ever seen before.

“Do you like what you see darling?” he asked smirking.

“oh, yeah,” you moan

He chuckled and shook his head. as he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him. He then pushed his cock inside of you causing both of you to moan loudly.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “This feels so good.”

“Oh my god, yes,” you whimpered as he began thrusting into you faster and harder.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, “You’re so tight darling.”

“Please don’t stop,” you begged.

“I won’t,” he promised.

He kept thrusting into you harder and deeper until you couldn’t take anymore and came all over his cock. He felt your walls tighten around him causing him to cum too.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned as he filled you up completely.

You collapsed onto the floor panting heavily trying to catch your breath.

“Are you okay darling?” he asked concernedly.

You nodded and tried to speak but all that came out was a soft moan.

“Good. My Theory was proven correct”

"And what's the theory?"

"That you had sexual feelings towards me" he gave you a smirk.

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|Part 2|Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader [?]

Warning; I struggled with this one so- I apologize in advance! I was thinking between Vendetta!Leon or Death Island!Leon, so either one is fine. 3.2k words.

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With ragged and rapid breaths, (M/n) collapsed inside the lift hoping the wooden roof of it would work as some sort of barrier, but even without it, (M/n) had already given up on making it out the island alive. He hates that he wasn't able to keep his promise, but at least... He knew he would remain a part of Leon's life, even with him gone.

He sighed, hearing the explosions going off everywhere, watching pieces of the mountains fall to the bottom of the ocean, and feeling the heat of the fire despite not being extremely close to any.

(M/n) stayed conscious for as long as he could, observing how his body was consumed by those black veins, and he sighed again, a long, drawn-out sigh as he thought of Leon. His eyes, his hair, his smile, his laugh, his voice... His lips.

His sight started getting blurry and his eyes stung with tears at the image of Leon in his mind, making him close his eyes, feeling those warm teardrops falling down his face.

"Goodbye, Leon..." Now that he said it, the knot in his throat got tighter, and he just let the tears freely make their way down, his body shaking with every sob that left him, his fists closing as he took in his reality, his final moments before everything turned black.

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Hours later, a few rescue helicopters find their way to the island, barely anything of it left standing above the waterline, collapsed on itself.

These people had been assigned there just to make sure the evidence had been destroyed, and that's where the land team comes in. All of them are walking around wearing suits and masks as a way to prevent any kind of direct contact with la plaga or any other virus that could linger in the air, they take careful steps where the ground feels more solid and stable, moving away pieces of rubble from the buildings that blocked their paths, kicking some small rocks that they found bothersome.

The more they walked in, the more things were found. Including bodies. Many of them actually, and most of them were unidentified corpses, with signs of bullet holes in their rotting bodies, leading them to assume this was Agent Kennedy's doing.

There were finding most of the buildings destroyed, the floor that hold them up had caved in and now they were submerged, and they were unable to go anywhere inside them, with the top of the mountain collapsed and chunks of it burying them further. They were about to leave when there was nothing useful and everything seemed to be gone, when one of the men that had wandered off on his own recognized one of the bodies.

"Captain! I found something!" He called through their radio, and the captain stopped before any other men could head over.

"What did you find, kid?" The man asked with severity, he was tired and wanted to leave, so he wasn't in the best mood to deal with any kind of "funny business".

"I found Lieutenant Colonel (L/n)!" He hurried to explain, kneeling and pressing his fingers on the male's pulse. It was there. "He's still alive!" He exclaimed before his superior told them what everyone already knew.

(M/n) was dead. He died saving Agent Kennedy, they were informed of that... But also ordered to bring his body in case they found him. Be able to give him and proper burial and say their final goodbye to the men that helped rescue the President's daughter, they weren't expecting that he would survive such an explosion.

But the moment they ran to where he was found, they understood why. Four foreign claw-like appendages had spurted out of his back, the flesh pulsing and twitching, black veins throbbing all over (M/n)'s skin.

For a moment they were scared of getting closer to him, but the way the claws were struggling to get him out and failing made the youngest of them run toward him, holding onto the slimy claw and pulling, groaning at the strength he had to use to move him barely an inch.

"Come on...! Come on!" He yelled whilst getting a better stance, "I won't...! Abandon you here, Lieutenant...!" The kid's will shook other soldiers that had served under (M/n)'s command or had the pleasure to meet the man, and they ran to help him.

They carried (M/n) on their way to the helicopter, meeting with the medic unit as they brought out a stretcher so they could carry him easier into the chopper and back to safety. But they couldn't help but think about what would actually happen to him when others see the appendages that grew on his back...

He would be safe, but he won't be treated like a human anymore. Only like a test subject. Like they've seen had happened to other infected soldiers.

The whole team got back onboard, and the medics hurried to stabilize (M/n) enough for him to receive a more adequate treatment.

Their captain turns on his radio to inform them of the situation, they had explored the remains of the island, made sure evidence was destroyed, and how they had found Lieutenant Colonel... Alive. But barely, explaining how (M/n) was in critical condition, holding a thin thread as he fought to stay alive, but left out the changes that occurred to his body. He didn't want to deal with that for now.

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Rushing through the halls of their base, they took (M/n) to the hospital room they had, equipped with anything (M/n) could need to make sure he stays alive.

While the doctors rushed around to get everything they needed when a man in a suit walked in. He looked at (M/n)'s body laying on the hospital bed, the claws coming out from within him catching his attention.

"Take him to the laboratory for testing once you make sure he's alive," he said, his voice not wavering even for a moment and the doctors looked at each other before nodding at the orders they received.

Everyone watched as he left, in complete silence they observed him walk out, but they still had stuff to do and a life to save.

A few of them had discussed the removal of the claws on his back, but before that, they had to do a full body scan of him to be able to see if the surgical removal was possible. And it didn't seem like they could.

All four of them were working as an extension of his spinal cord, and the parasite was still moving inside him, very slightly, twitching around and curling on itself, it appeared... To be dying.

For now, they just made sure (M/n) survived, only to later be used as a test subject.

It didn't sit right with either of them, but they had orders.

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When (M/n) finally woke up, he was surrounded by machines, locked in a completely white room that didn't have anything other than a metal door and a one-way mirror. He wasn't stupid, he knew where he was or had an idea of the facility he was being kept in.

He had never liked being on the other side of the mirror, observing an infected patient, a friend, or even a family member, and now he was the subject.

That was something he always feared, but it didn't make him as scared as the thought of losing Leon... Speaking of...

Where could he be?

The people in the monitoring room got a reading of (M/n)'s heart picking up, signaling he was awake, and soon, one of them rushed to his room, followed by armed guards, clipboard in their hands, ready to write anything that (M/n) could tell them or they could notice about him.

But it was useless.

Despite the physical changes he had gone through and being awake, he never responded, still as a rock, completely unresponsive to anything external from his own mind. He was lost. Whether it was temporary or permanent, they didn't know, the only they could do was wait for a signal of human behavior.

And just like that, years flew by, but it's not like (M/n) knew how long it's been since he woke up. He never responded to any questions or external stimulation used to get a reaction, he never moved aside from the automatic body movement like breathing and blinking. (M/n) didn't even sleep either, the first week they had monitored when he woke after six months he had spent the whole week awake, so it resulted in them giving him sleeping medicine through his IV.

He somehow ate, but no one was sure why or how, but one of the appendages had a mouth far behind the claw, and they weren't sure if it was moving on its own controlled by la plaga, or if (M/n) was doing that.

But the truth is, (M/n) didn't know either, he had moments where he was somehow conscious and then he was gone for long periods of time. Many had wondered why this happened, and someone had decided on checking the state of the parasite.

It was dead. Everyone knew that, but (M/n) should be somehow aware of his surroundings, nothing they had tried worked to "wake him up".

They discovered that, not only had the parasite died inside him, but while they had been waiting for it to shrink or shrivel up, it had expanded, and it managed to fuse itself with (M/n)'s spine and skull, as if it was still trying to control (M/n) during its last moment, and even after it died it refused to let go of its host. Removing it was impossible before and it was even worse now.

Many had given up on helping him, but someone was interested in his case and wanted to help an old friend back to life.

While scientists and doctors tried their best, (M/n) has short periods of lucidity he just sees flashes here and there, people going in an out of the room, talking and yelling, the feeling of foreign substances being injected into his blood, but he's not entirely sure what's happening, and when he starts to panic at not being able to understand what's occurring to him, his mind takes him to Leon and he's calm again. He's sure he has never thought of him more than he has done for as long as he stayed there.

He just wants to see him, or at least know that he's okay. That he's still alive.

Even if there was nothing he could do in this room where he was monitored 24/7 with specialized equipment to treat and investigate his case. One of the rarest cases of infection.

And of course, one of his close friends had found out about his current situation.

Rebecca had stumbled into this laboratory room he was kept in after six years of his "death" and for years she has tried doing everything she could, and even if a cure wouldn't fix the damage to his nerve system it could someone give him his consciousness and motor control back.

Of course, her superiors had other motives and those were getting more information about las plagas, despite what Leon had told them and what Tricell had done to it. But when ten years had passed since the day (M/n) was found, the hope she had vanished. And she couldn't keep the secret from Leon either.

Every time Rebecca sees (M/n)'s state, she remembers all the times Leon had talked about him, always with a sad look in his eyes, and yet, they were full of love for him.

She had done everything everyone had already tried a handful of times, holding more determination than others to help him, because it would only hurt Leon more to see him like that, but after being a test subject to many scientists and doctors for a decade, if a treatment or a cure hadn't been found by now, the chances of finding one later were even lesser than she previously thought.

So deciding this was something Leon had to know after years of keeping it a secret, Rebecca stood outside of the facility, waiting patiently for the roaring of Leon's bike, and after twenty minutes of anxious waiting, there it was. Leon arrived in his red Ducati and got off, showing a small smile toward the brunette who tried to smile back but couldn't, and Leon realized.

With a frown on his brow, he walked up to her and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Is everything alright?" She took a deep breath and looked up, staring into Leon's blue eyes, full of concern for her.

"You remember why I called you here, right?" Feeling more confused, Leon nodded, watching her sigh and turn around, "Follow me."

Well, Leon was certainly weirded out by this, she wanted to show him something... What could be so important to cause this behavior in her? Although he'll rather not come to conclusions on his own.

Walking around a laboratory facility always had him on edge, especially when he was aware of the things that were in it, but being with Rebecca made him feel more at ease about the place he was currently walking into. He followed Rebecca down many halls and down the elevator, where he tried to come up with something to say, but the tension made him unable to, so he kept quiet, taking steps behind her as she approached a door labeled "R.Chambers" so clearly it was her office.

All the equipment he saw there made him question what it was for, but some X-rays on the board caught his attention. Front and side view of someone's torso, specifically their spine. A weird fusion of a parasite on the spine and skull of the patient, and placed on a nearby table was a picture that showed the person's back, the claw appendages they had brought grotesque memories of Spain, of Saddler, of Ashley, of Luis and... Of (M/n).

"Is this what you wanted to show me?" He turned toward Rebecca, who glanced over her shoulder as she input the code on the automatic secured door.

"Not exactly..." The door opened, but there wasn't a light on that could make anything visible inside it, and from where he was, Leon could only see the heart monitor attached to whoever was in that room, "The day you and Ashley escaped the island, a rescue and research team arrived at what was left of it, to... Make sure there was no lingering evidence of la plaga," Leon remained quiet, but his frown got deeper, the gears in his brain moving frantically as he processed every word Rebecca was saying, "Everyone had their orders-"

"What are you trying to say, Becca?" He said in a rather harsh voice, and she reached her hand to the panel, where she could control the lights in the room.

"The rescue team found a survivor among the remains of the island," she pushed the green button at the bottom of the panel, and the lights started turning on one by one, as if making fun of him, "They found (M/n) alive."

That was all he needed to hear to run toward the opened door, stopping in place when he witness what had become of (M/n). He was connected to all sorts of machines, his heartbeat slow and steady, his body completely immovable. He didn't look alive at all. But the claws coming from his back that were slowly moving against the restraints around them told him that he actually was alive.

"After all these years..." Rebecca placed her hand on Leon's shoulder, like he had done before entering the facility, and her eyes glanced from (M/n) to Leon over and over again.

"He has remained unresponsive for the past ten years, and I took his case fours years ago, trying to find a way to bring him back to normal but... Nothing worked," Leon decided to not comment on the fact that she knew (M/n) was alive for so long, but he couldn't blame her for not telling him, only recently they had gone back to being in contact, "I've been informed that... He will be disconnected from the life support that keeps him alive for now, so I-... I had to let you see him one more time."

Rebecca felt a knot in her throat as she watched the tears falling down Leon's face, and she blinked her own tears away.

"I will leave you with him for a while..."

Rebecca walked out and the door closed behind her, she sat down on her desk and watched for a moment as Leon slowly approached (M/n), before looking away and she tried to distract herself.

Leon stood next to (M/n)'s bed, unsure of what he should do, but there was only one thing he wanted to do at that moment. Hug him. He wanted to hug him and cry in his arms, like the old times when he was still a rookie in the academy, where he met (M/n) and fell in love with him.

"(M/n)..." He whispered and leaned down to wrap his arms around him, and his ears picked up the sound of his heart monitor going crazy, the claws on his back wriggling erratically. Both Leon and Rebecca worried for a moment, but Rebecca saw something that had never happened before.

(M/n) moved his head back, blinking a few times and looking around the room he was in, before he felt the familiar feeling of Leon's warmth, leaning against him and sighing in contentment.

"Hey, Leon..." This was the first time he had spoken since he was practically brought back to life, and Rebecca almost couldn't believe it. She tried to think of a logical explanation, there had to be a reason as to why now, so suddenly, he was able to act as if a decade hasn't gone by to him.

But maybe... He just needed some sort of closure, knowing that Leon was okay. The loud and rapid beeping of his heart monitor reminded her of all those days when (M/n)'s heart rate would suddenly go crazy, and yet he wasn't reacting at all, it was almost fairytale-like to think that all he needed was Leon.

But not to (M/n), who was only able to think about him and miss him, everything had been like a dream to him, as if he was in a constant loop, trapped in his mind, as if... La plaga had done this to him.

But he couldn't think of that right now, not when he felt Leon's hot tears wetting his neck and shoulder, his body trembling as his sobs echoed in the room. (M/n)'s arms slowly lift up, wrapping around Leon's waist, stroking his back to reassure him that he was there.

That he was still alive.

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meeting Toji // female reader wc 3400 chapters m.list -> next

wrote this last winter, it was chilly. i was sick.

nb: I placed Toji in his 40s. feel free to imagine whatever age you're comfortable with

You’re feeling totally wiped out, it’s the end of another long year and you really need a break. You have a few more jobs to do before you can start your holiday, but you’re so exhausted you’re not sure if you can get through them. Your morning has been spent recovering from another late night at work, now traipsing around the shops attempting to find some flu medicine.

Your eyes are blurry as you’re walking around, feeling so weak. Your legs tremble and the edges of your vision starts to cloud over and turn black. Clinging onto the nearest shelf your knees buckle and you fall. Black swathes cover your eyes like curtains, reality fades away as you feel yourself collapsing.

This may be more than a simple flu.

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The next sensation you feel is stinging pain in your head. You slowly open your eyes and blink, taking in the light as your pupils contract.

“Ugh…” you mutter, your head is killing. You’re obviously in a hospital bed, but next to you is an unfamiliar person.

He looks up seeing you’re awake.

“You fainted,” he states flatly, looking at your dazed expression.

Well, that much seems fairly obvious. You turn to face him slowly. “And you are?” You ask cautiously, your voice cracking as you’ve just woken up.

“Your hero,” he extends a hand to shake yours as you sit up.

“I just found you passed out in the shop back there…” he continues, “I took you to the hospital. I’m Toji.” His big hand squeezes you tight. As your gaze trails up his arm to his face you’re greeted by striking green eyes, dark spiky hair and a slight smile with a red scar on the edge of his lips.

“Oh,” you’re a bit lost for words as you look up at him, “well, um, thank you...” you manage, looking down from his intense gaze.

“Don’t mention it,” he replies, releasing your hand, standing up, “well, I should get going now you’re up. I’ll tell the doctors to check on you.”

He turns towards the door, ready to leave. “Wait!” You squeak before he exits. He turns to face you again, locking eyes with yours.

“Please can I pay you back? If it weren’t for you I’d be in trouble… there are all sorts of creeps out there,” your voice is shaky as you ask him.

“How do you know I’m not one?” He questions with a teasing laugh.

“Because you brought me here! You didn’t have to do that,” you look down again, mumbling a little, “and now I owe you. So please, let me have your last name, or your number?” You ask, hoping that you can at least find him again to repay his kindness.

“It’s no big deal. I’m sure plenty of people would do the same thing,” he lies through his teeth, “but I’ll give you my number in case you need my services again,” he smirks as you pass him your phone. You text him your number and thank him again, managing a weak smile as he leaves you to the doctors.

You can’t believe somebody actually picked you up and took you to the hospital, let alone someone like him. He looked so intimidating and serious, but when he spoke his voice was soothing and alluring. You knew you really wanted to see him again.

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You’re discharged from the hospital fairly quickly and you rest up for a few days in your apartment. You forget about your work and just try to relax, feeling better in time for the weekend, which is the start of your time off anyway. Now you’ve pretty much recovered, you really want to contact the mysterious man who looked after you so kindly.

You decide to call him, choosing the most direct route and hoping to hear his voice again.

“Hello, it’s y/n, from the hospital,” you explain as Toji answers.

“Oh hey, girl who passed out in the shop,” you hear his teasing tone through the phone.

“Yes,” you sigh, feeling embarrassed, “just... please tell me what I can do to repay you,” you know your voice sounds whiny over the phone, making you cringe.

“Hmm,” Toji thinks about what he can get away with, “how about you cook for me, at your place?” He asks bluntly.

You pause for a few moments as you’re a little taken aback. “Um- uh, ok. If that’s what you want?” You ask tentatively, thinking about his possible motives for coming over. He can hear your embarrassment over the phone.

“Look, I just want dinner. I don’t like crowded restaurants, that’s all,” he explains. “Oh, yes! Ok!” you feel your cheeks going red, feeling dumb for assuming he wanted something else, “yes, I, I’m not an amazing cook but I can try my best,” you stutter out. He agrees and you wrap up your call. You text him your address and decide what to cook.

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Toji said he'd arrive at 7pm after work, so you've got everything ready, allowing enough time to get changed into something a bit more presentable than a baggy jumper and fluffy socks.

You slip into a dress, applying a little mascara and lip gloss, tidying up your hair. You study your reflection, thinking you look pretty good, but this is the kind of outfit you’d usually wear for a date. The dress hugs your figure nicely and frills out at the bottom. You sigh and think, too much? But it’s too late, as you hear a knock at the door.

Toji looms over you, seemingly filling the entire doorway with his large figure. Your gaze travels up his body, over his well fitting shirt, his arms and torso.

The size difference between you is ridiculous as you feel like a child standing in front of him. You try to stop gawking as you smile up at your guest and greet him.

He looks down, unashamedly checking you out in your cute dress.

“You look…” his eyes linger over your waist, “much better now.”

The corner of his lip twitches into a little smirk as his eyes snap up to your pretty face again.

“I, I feel much better, thank you, please come in,” you manage, turning to hide your blush.

You enjoy your meal together and chat about work and whereabouts he lives in the neighbourhood. He seems pretty reserved but Toji explains that he’s a bodyguard for some political official during the day, sometimes picking up freelance work if it pays well.

Now you’re sitting up close to him, after hearing about his life, you realise Toji's probably a fair bit older than you. You think he might be around 38.

You both settle in the living room section of your open plan apartment, pulling up a coffee table to your big sofa. Toji reclines and relaxes as you get some dessert for yourself– he’s finally full after eating what would’ve been a week’s worth of food for you.

You find some dessert then turn back to sit on the sofa, seeing him standing up and stretching, his shirt lifting as he reaches his arms up above his head. Your eyes hover over his figure for a second, quickly returning your attention to your ice cream.

“I should probably get out of your way, it’s kinda late,” Toji sighs as he finishes stretching. You didn’t realise it's already 10:30, but it's Friday, and Toji seems really nice.

“Would you like to stay… for a drink?” you ask tentatively.

“You want me to stay?” His eyebrow arches as you push the ice cream around your bowl.

You nod, “if you want to…”

“I’ll stay, but not for a drink,” you get comfy on the sofa together and enjoy your ice cream.

“So, you know a little about me now, is there anything you’re curious about?” Toji asks, turning to you. You take another mouthful of your strawberry ice cream and look up at your handsome guest. Your eyes travel over his muscular arms, up his neck, over the scar on his lip, settling on his emerald eyes. 

“How old are you?” You finally ask.

“How old do you think I am?”

You hesitate for a second. You actually think he’s 38, so you decide to go a little lower in order to avoid any offence.

“36?” You ask.

“Honestly?” He knows you’re lying.

“38.” You state more confidently.

“45.” Toji replies with a toothy smile. Your eyebrows fly up as you let out a laugh that quickly dies down when you realise he isn't kidding.

“45?” You can only repeat, searching your mind for something smart to say, only to end up looking pretty dumbfounded.

“And how old are you?” He asks in return, curiosity getting the better of him. You repeat your little game, Toji near enough guessing your true age.

“Um, so is there anything you’d like to know about me?” You ask back.

“Hmm…” he tilts his head, “how many people have you slept with?”

You almost choke on your ice cream. You end up swallowing it as you laugh at his question. “You really want to know that?” You finally ask.

He nods, “mm, please do tell. I’m curious.”

“Why don’t you guess that, too? See how close you can get,” you suggest, wanting to know what he thinks.

Toji tries to dodge around the question for a while, not wanting to answer. Although he seems fairly blunt and straight talking, he doesn't come across as rude. So you give him a little clue, helping him guess just a few shy of the actual number.

“And you?” You return his inquisitive question.

“What do you think?” Of course, let’s guess again.

“Well, you’re older than me…” you trail off, gazing over his handsome features, “and much more attractive…” you sigh, thinking aloud.

“Excuse me?” He asks with a smile, wanting you to repeat yourself.

“You, you’re better looking than me. That’s just a fact,” you say again as you look up at him, trying not to get embarrassed.

“You think I'm attractive?” He asks with a grin, making you lose your cool and look down. Toji leans over, tilting your chin up with a finger and thumb. You just nod your head, your eyes avoiding his intense gaze.

“Maybe I haven't lost my touch...” he mutters, releasing your chin, “but you’re much more attractive than an old geezer like me,” he shrugs, complimenting you so casually.

Your eyes dare to meet his as you continue, “Ok, so you’re attractive, and a smooth talker,” you count on your fingers, “oh, and you’re some kind of hero,” your list gets longer.

“So…?” He asks as you attempt some quick calculations in your head.

“Um… I really don’t know!” You whine. You hazard a few guesses that all seem way off the mark as he just laughs and rolls his eyes.

“Not even close, doll,” he pauses, hesitation crossing his features, “to be honest, I don’t have an exact number, probably triple figures. But I'm not sure…” his voice dips lower as his eyes lose contact with yours.

“wow” you can't help but let out a little whisper.

“I know. When I was younger... I made a habit of sleeping with someone new whenever I could,” he sighs.

“Mm, were you trying to get over someone?” You ask quietly. He just nods and looks up at you with a rueful smile.

“Yeah, exactly that. But, it didn’t really work, so I stopped… and just got on with my life,” he sighs more contentedly now.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to pry,” you apologise as he shakes his head.

“I brought it up, right?” he shrugs.

You finish your interesting conversation and ice cream, starting to tidy up a little.

“I really should get going, I have to work so early in the morning,” you hear Toji groan as you're washing up.

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry!” You didn't realise he was busy tomorrow. “No problem, how about we continue this another time?” He asks.

You agree, feeling a little disappointed as Toji leaves your apartment, but you understand he’s busy and his job must be tiring. He says goodnight and you thank him again for his help the other week as he waves and walks down the hallway.

⋆⁺ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆★

As the weeks progress, Toji and you seem to be getting closer, meeting up for drinks, he asks you for coffee the following weekend, then you invite him for dinner again the next Friday. You learn that Toji has a 25 year old son, which boggles your mind a little, who lives on the outskirts of the city.

He sees him fairly often but he explains they’re not that close. You’re very curious about the son he talks about as he’s around the same age as you. You presume the woman he mentioned before is his mother, and you don’t want to seem too nosy.

Along with his family background, you start to see different sides of Toji– how he is with strangers is downright off-putting, coming across arrogant and intimidating.

But behind his brazen and nonchalant exterior, you discover that he can be polite when he wants, seemingly pushing his ego down to show respect for others.

He doesn't seem to acknowledge it, but you swear you've never met anyone so hardworking. His profession in security takes a certain level of commitment, but Toji seems like he's on the clock 24/7, being vigilant and assertive everywhere you go.

You learn that he can be snappy and standoffish at times, mainly with strangers or whoever's unfortunate enough to be on the other end of the phone when his patience has worn thin.

But, no matter what mood he's in, you're never on the receiving end of any ill tempered outbursts. He seems so calm when he's talking with you, his body relaxing with your slight touch, his eyes softening as they linger over your pretty features.

You really innocently hope you’re the only girl he’s seeing right now. From his track record, you’d assumed otherwise. But, from his explanation you really hope that that phase is in the past for him. You carry on hoping, anyway.

⋆⁺ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆★

After spending another evening at your apartment, Toji has to leave once again. This time when he gets to the door he hesitates, turning to look down into your eyes. He reaches a large hand out to you as you stand close to him near the door. His hand seems to cover your entire shoulder as he pulls you into him gently. Toji wants a hug? You think to yourself.

You excitedly wrap your arms around his waist and squeeze him tight, but you feel him pushing you away again. Oh, damn it, you think. He didn’t want that?? 

“C’mere, doll,” he murmurs as he snakes his hands down to your waist. He lifts you and hoists you up with his hips, making you wrap your legs around him for support. Your hands reach up around his shoulders that you can now reach and Toji wraps his arms around you, squeezing tightly.

“Mm, that’s better,” he mumbles into your neck, your head right next to his.

“‘m too short,” you murmur back, feeling sorry that you couldn’t reach around his shoulders properly without help. Well, you don’t feel too sorry now you’re in this position.

“Mm, no,” he turns his head to you, “you’re the perfect size f’ me,” his lips lift into a little smirk, your noses touching.

“Toji…”

“Mm?” his voice sounds much deeper now you're up close.

He kisses you passionately and gently slips his tongue into your mouth. You eagerly kiss him back and slide your tongues together as he holds you in his arms. You pull away and he sucks your lip, not wanting to stop.

“Can I kiss you?”

He just smiles and leans in, closing the gap between your lips.

“I thought you’d never ask, doll,” he sighs and kisses you again, then sets you back on your feet, “I really do have to go, though…”

You have a slightly pouty expression as you look up at him, his black hair hanging down over his face as he leans over.

“How about you come to my place next week?” he asks.

Huh, you realise you haven’t been to Toji’s yet. “Oh, ok. Sure.”

He leans right down and kisses you again, saying goodnight. He knows he’s left you eager for more as he walks down the hallway, waving goodbye.

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hey!!!

so I had this dream last night. basically Val's daughter is in high school and the school has to go on lockdown because someone died in class. in my dream they had a seizure but you don't have to explicitly state the cause of death if that makes you uncomfortable, I completely understand that. anyway, after that, Val gets a call from her daughter and she's sobbing saying someone died in her class. that's where my dream ended, I just need answers, like how he'd react. thank you!!!!!

Hi friend,

This is one of those stories I hesitated for a while on. Lockdowns are a terrifying reality, and one of my worst fears is being in Valentino’s position. That being said, I didn’t want to let that fear hold me back from writing.

Take a peek below and I hope it's the answer you crave!

<3 Mandy

My memories of the event were hazy. 

Watching my classmate fall to the ground. Being shoved alongside my peers out of my sixth period English class. Dodging the rush of the principal, the school nurse and a host of other adults. 

Practice lockdown, practice lockdown.

The words on the loudspeaker blared alongside sirens. I covered my ears and closed my eyes as I tried to fight against the worst of the thoughts. In the darkness, my VoxTech watch sat silent against my wrist, wired to shut off as soon as a lockdown was announced. 

My first day of preschool, my Uncle Vox had snapped a simplified VoxTech watch onto my wrist with explicit instructions that if I needed help, the only thing I had to do was press their picture on the watchface and they would come. Two days later, we sat down as a family and redefined what the word “help” meant and when it was appropriate to call them. Apparently, my teacher making me write my name wasn’t a good enough reason to call Uncle Vox in the middle of the work day. 

Now in highschool, the technology evolved but the core protection of the device remained the same. With the fiercely terrifying hellscape we lived in, my Uncle Vox made sure that my watch would do nothing but protect me. Wrapped in the darkness of the classroom, the seconds ticked by. Without my watch, I lost all sense of time, panic growing as each second painstakingly passed. As soon as the all clear was announced, we were pushed out of the building. I pulled out my phone and joined in the chorus of classmates phoning their parents. Not far away, an ambulance sat and I watched in horror as a stretcher draped in a white sheet vanished into the awaiting back.

“Bebita? Is everything okay?” My fathers voice on the other end. “Princessa. Where are you?”

“Daddy, I think she died,” I choked out. “Something really bad happened, I…”

“I’ll be right there. Stay on the phone with me, mi amore,” he told me calmly. “Uncle Vox will be there in a moment and Daddy is on his way.” 

I knew my Uncle Vox could travel using technology, and for the first time in my life I was grateful for his sudden appearance. I felt myself collapse in his arms and the next thing I knew, he was guiding me towards my fathers limo. My Dad stepped outside and my Uncle Vox handed me over to him. 

“Bebita, princessa, shush. It’s okay, Papi is here, come on now, let's go home,” he said softly. “Come now.” 

In the limo, wrapped in his arms, all the tears I fought to hold in silence during the lockdown flooded out. Sadness for my friend, trauma for being trapped for hours in silence and without any way to contact the outside world. I could feel my body begin to shake and my father wrapped his red jacket around me and tucked my head into him. “Daddy’s got you, baby.” 

“Uncle Vox, I can’t lose my watch,” I choked out finally. “I can’t, there was no way to tell time, no way to contact you, I couldn’t…I can’t be trapped like this again!”

“Okay, okay baby, we’ll figure it out, just take a deep breath, calm down,” My Uncle Vox said gently. “I promise you I’ll fix it. And I promise you’ll never be disconnected from us again.”

[onefourone]

gaz x gn!reader drabble (no warnings)

also im sorry for not posting for a while, i havent been doing too great 🥲 but i hope yall like it + sorry for any mistakes

having been with kyle (or gaz, as he's referred to by his friends) for years now, you've come to appreciate every single way he expresses his love and affection for you.

the way he looks at you. kyle has always had this gaze that made your breath stutter in your chest. but you feel safe. you feel protected under his watchful eye. not a single thing goes unnoticed as long as he's there to see it. sometimes even when he isn't. he maps out every part of your body and soul with his eyes, committing every inch of you to his memory. he loves making eye contact with you whenever it's possible, just so you can see the extent of his devotion.

the way he touches you. gaz is a military man. his hands have caused so much death in his service, which is something you hate thinking about (and so does he). those same hands come home to you and cradle you like you're the most precious jewel on the planet. his hands dig into the knots on your back. they rub lotion onto your skin after a shower. they rub your stomach when it's upset. they care for you.

the way he cooks for you. it's not an uncommon sight, seeing gaz in the kitchen. he loves to cook for you more than anything. he loves to bust out his mother's old recipes to make for you. he's always keeping you fed. nothing makes him happier than the seeing the thankful smile on your face before eating what he prepared. while he would never turn down a cooked meal from you if you wanted to make it, he never wants you to feel like you're forced to make anything if you don't want you. he wants you to relax and eat good food like the royalty that you are.

the way he speaks to you. kyle's voice was a big part of why you fell for him in the first place. it's silky smooth, and so relaxing to listen to. you often ask him to read to you or tell you a random story just so you can sleep. you could hear him speak forever and never get tired of it. you constantly run out of space on your phone because you save every single voicemail and voice message he leaves you, just so you can hear his beautiful voice when you're feeling anxious.

the way he's loyal to you. you know that loyalty is supposed to be a given in any relationship. but kyle is loyal in a way you've never experienced before with previous partners. he actually advocates for you. family putting you down? he tells them off and reminds you of your worth. "friends" treating you badly? he tells them to fuck off and let's you know they don't deserve you. you've never had anyone put you first like this before and it's such a refreshing feeling with him. if you ever feel like it's too much, he will never push it. but you know he always has your back regardless.

the way he comes back to you. it's no secret that you hate kyle's work. you hate that he constantly had to leave. you hate barely being able to contact him while he's gone. you hate stewing in your anxiety for weeks, not knowing if you'd ever get to see him again. but he always comes back. he says as much whenever he can. there's no "if" or "maybe" with him. he says he will come back to you, and he always does.

the way he spoils you. kyle makes a decent amount of money from his work. decent enough that he constantly begs you to quit your shitty office job. you refuse on account of needing a way to busy your mind while he's gone. to compromise, he buys you gifts constantly. it never works to try and pretend you have nothing you're interested in. he is extremely perceptive and pays attention to everything you say and do. you'll constantly find yourself on the receiving end of all your favorite things.

the way he marries you. when you bring up the idea of getting married, he practically collapses onto his knees in relief. he's so incredibly happy that you want that with him, because he can't see a reality where he isn't yours for all of eternity. when he eventually proposes to you under the stars in your favorite park, you can just tell he is going to make you the happiest person in the world. when you get back home, he reveals (the most sheepish you've ever seen him) that he actually bought the ring ages ago, but he was afraid he'd been moving too fast. he couldn't help but laugh at the adorable look of shock you had.

the way he cherishes you forever. the married life with kyle was really not that different. he still treats you like he just fell in love with you, even years later. he finally took you to meet his team, after years of brief greetings while you video called kyle. you felt indebted to this group of people for keeping the love of your life alive (though, his captain was quick to let you know that kyle does the same for the rest of them often). you smile when his other teammate, soap, tells you about how kyle never shuts up about you ever. he even carries a picture of you on him at all times for good luck. you try your best (and fail) not to cry.

[phoenixfangirl]

I wish there was a WTTT discord 😭

but anyway Here is a Short Texas/Cali Hypnosis show Aftermath fic.

Texas jolted as he came back to reality. He looked around at his fellow states he came with and just saw some of their mouths a gape while Florida was snickering and messing with his phone. He suddenly didn't feel as confident as he did when he first volunteered for this nonsense, as he called.

"Sir, you can go sit with your friends again." The hypnotist smirked snapping Texas out of his musings.

Texas just nodded and slowly stood to his feet before walking off the stage. Walking down he went to sit next to Tennessee, But he just kept laughing which caused him to keep falling into both seats. He rolled his eyes and took a seat next to Kentucky who was trying not to make eye contact.

He turned to him and asked. "What in sam's hell could i have said to cause this level of chaos?"

Kentucky finally looked at him and winced. "... well he made you act like a cowboy."

Texas snorted before he interrupted. "Thats it, you'd think with how y'all are acting I started stripping."

Kentucky shook his head. " That wasn't all, he then had you announce your biggest secret. Which almost gave Virginia a heart attack cause he thought you were about to announce you were Texas to all the humans....But imagine out surprise when you basically gave the biggest most cheesiest love confession about how much you love your Poppy."

Texas kept turning paler and paler as Kentucky went on. He put his head in his hands and groaned.

"Why the hell did I let Y'all convince me to do this? at least I didn't say his actual name."

Kentucky just laughed. "Who is poppy anyway? Florida apparently knows because he started laughing right away. Most of us were just shocked you could be so .. open about your love for a man."

"None of your business, also y'all are ones to judge considering your screwing Nevada and Utah on the daily, Virginia is married to Mass and dating Pen, and Tennessee is sleeping with Missouri." Texas said in a huff before turning his head away.

Kentucky shook his head and grabbed Texas's shoulder and turned him back.

"You sure as hell know thats not what I meant.. You've just never been very open about your preferences, honestly it's like you've been living like a monk for the last 100 years." Kentucky explained with a eyebrow raised

Texas was about to respond before Florida bounced over smirking.

"So, is your love for "Poppy" really stronger than your stance on gun control?" Florida said in a mocking tone.

Texas groaned even louder before he glared. "Florida, Imma take one of my pistols and shove it up your *** if you don't knock it off. I'm really not in the mood."

Florida pouted. "Oh come on it was a serious question... Poppy wanted to know if you were serious? "

Texas sat straight up at that comment.

"And tell me, How in the **** would Poppy know about was i supposedly said Florida." Texas said glaring dangerously at Florida.

Unphased Florida smirked. "Because I face timed him the entire time you were up there... I didn't know that shade of red existed until he turned it during your little confession."

Texas immediately stood up panicked. Kentucky was trying to get him to sit and relax to no avail. He just glared at Florida before giving a gruff goodbye to the group. He teleported to back to the ranch house near Austin that most didn't know about.

Texas walked up to his porch. He collapsed down on his swinging bench. The tears started to flow before he covered his eyes willing them to stop.

"This is so ******* stupid, imma idiot" Texas said to himself frustrated. 

"I mean sometimes you are, but this time it wasn't really your fault Bonnie." California said as he popped in and took a seat next to Texas handing him a old looking handkerchief

Texas snorted before taking it and wiping his face. He then let his head fall back against the back of the swing.

"I shoulda known you wouldn't let this go, how'd you figure I'd be at the Austin ranch Poppy? " Texas said with a sad wistful smile. 

"You'd be right about me not just letting this go, but to answer your question.. this house has the best view of the stars. Any time you're upset you always just go outside and just look at them for comfort. I know you." California said while looking up at the stars then back at Texas's face with a knowing smile.

"I don't really know what to say to that Cal, or this who situation in general." Texas said unnaturally quiet.

"Then don't said anything Tex, you already gave one of the most beautiful  confessions I've ever heard. Listen everything the last 150 years has been crazy, but I've never loved anyone like i loved you and I'm tired pretending like I don't. So if you game for it why don't we just sit here for a bit, then go inside and sleep on it. Then we can wake up and you can tease me for just drinking coffee, and I can pretend to argue like I'm not just gonna steal the extra bacon you grabbed on purpose off your plate. does that sound good Bonnie? " California pleads as he takes hold of Texas's hands. Texas and Californias eyes were both equally teary-eyed now. 

Texas looks over at California hopefully. "I reckon that sounds like a good plan Poppy"

They both smile and just look out at the stars.

outtake next morning.

Texas: ( chasing Cal around for his phone) come on Cal gimmie your phone, I wanna delete it

Cal: Neverrr imma replay it at our wedding... its sweet Hun

Texas: ( Grabbing him into his arms) Not that darlin ..the part where I'm riding the chair like a horse it's embarrassing.

Cal: Mmm I'll delete it if .....you wanna ride something a bit more fun instead ( Cal winks as he breaks free and runs up the stairs)

Texas: ( left a frozen blushing mess) Oi get back here darn it I wanna make sure you deleted it, you can't say **** like that and run away you tease.

[dsireland86]

There is Beauty in the Pain Chapter 2 18+ below the cut

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Sophie: The night air wasn't freezing, but I was so glad I decided to wear my hoodie. Compared to inside of the venue where I'd just come from, the outside L.A. air was cool enough to make me pull my hood over my head and shove my hands deep into my pockets. Honestly, I wasn't sure if it was the temperature or excitement that was making my body shiver.

The concert was incredible and just what I needed to escape the hell of my reality. My therapist suggested I start doing more normal things to get my mind back into thinking I wasn't living through trauma anymore, and when I mentioned the concert, she said I should jump on the opportunity. But trying to teach yourself how not to respond at certain times or to certain things or certain situations was easier said than done; especially when you were sometimes living in a state of constant fear.

The fact that I used to be with a man who became my entire world faster than I expected was the reason for what I was going through now. He was my first of many things and I fell head over heels in love with him; his stunning blue eyes, dirty blond hair, tall muscular body and sweet personality was like having my own Prince Charming. But once we grew comfortable with each other and he knew he had complete control of me, his sadistic and hedonistic nature was quick to come out, trapping me in a violent love affair that of course ended in violence. That was many months ago and here I was still trying to put my life back together after he'd ripped it apart. But I was doing better than I thought and the Bad Omens concert was proof that things were changing in my life for the better. I was healing and their music was part of the process that made me feel more like myself every day. Tonight, though, was the icing on the cake. Tonight I was flying high on confidence and butterfly feelings that was the reason for the smile still plastered to my face. And it was all thanks to Noah and his very obvious flirting. 

He made eye contact with me half way during the show. As the lead singer of the band, I first wrote it off as part of the job for stage presence. I caught him looking periodically throughout the night, smiling when he noticed me staring back, and I couldn’t push away the feeling that something was going on between us. I later learned I was right when Noah came down off the stage and mingled with the fans. He touched their hands and even gave a few quick side hugs, but stopped the moment he got to me. I froze when his fingers touched my cheek, the feeling of his cold fingers sliding down my skin taking my breath away and making my legs weak.Thank God I was holding on to the steel barrier or I just might have collapsed. 

Noah and I had a moment; a beautiful, amazing, moment that I would never forget. I don't know what came over me, but as he turned to leave, I quickly grabbed his wrist, sliding my hand into his before he had the chance to return to the stage. He looked back at me, the surprise in his dark chocolate eyes making my heart skip a few beats, I didn’t know a guy could be so adorable and fucking hot as hell at the same time and it gave me the wrong feelings in the wrong places, making me clench my thighs tight together. Before I let go of him, he kissed my hand, focusing on my knuckles. Noah’s lips were wet and the kiss was soft and very innocent, but the way his eyes fluttered closed then opened, twinkling as that same disarming smile I’d seen many times before in photos crept over his over his face, I could tell he was maybe feeling the same way I was; ecstatic. 

I threw my hand over my mouth to keep myself from screaming. Later at the end of the show he found me again. His long arm stretched out to me, reaching for me as far as he could. I gave him my hand, feeling like time had stopped for a moment. It was a magical experience that I would never, ever forget. Noah motioned something as he was walking away, but because of the people bumping into me and walking between us, I couldn't understand what he was trying to say. I left soon after.

I wished I could have had the opportunity to tell Noah and his bandmates what their music did for me; how it healed me and helped with my recovery. But, I didn't and that was okay. The sweet, personal moments I did have with Noah would stay in my heart and head forever, like a tattoo, encouraging me to keep going no matter how hard life got.

The two and a half years of abuse that  sometimes disguised itself as love had eaten away a lot of my self-confidence, leaving me a shell of my former self. But they say that things happen for a reason, and I suppose they were right. What happened to me was the foundation for my personal growth and even though it broke me to the point I didn't believe I would or even could recover, I did. Once I was out of the woods and gave the past a brief look, I no longer stayed there, but began the journey of identifying the new me

The wind blew, dragging me from my thoughts, and I shivered. I picked up my pace and walked a little faster, thankful my apartment building wasn’t far from the venue. In minutes, the tall six story building greeted me like an old friend. I went inside, grateful for the immediate warmth. I took the stairs to the third floor where my apartment was because I had a weird fear of elevators, of all things, and stepped out into the familiar hall that would lead me to my front door. It was quiet in the hall, but not so much that I couldn't hear the faint sound of a tv or the sounds of the outside world below and I yawned when I looked at the time on my phone. It was way past my bedtime. Pulling my keys out from my pocket, I grabbed the doorknob, turning it out of habit and found it was already unlocked.

Sudden dread filled my chest, causing it to tighten beneath my skin. I placed my hand over it, feeling my pounding heartbeat, and tried to calm the thoughts that were suddenly speeding through my head. Staying out in the hallway wasn’t an option and I didn’t want to waste the Police’s time in case it turned out to be nothing, so I was left with only one other option and that was to enter my apartment and face whatever was waiting on the other side. With nine-one-one on speed-dial, I slowly opened the door, greeted only by darkness at first, but as my eyes adjusted I saw the small light coming from the kitchen that I always left on. Feeling around on the wall for the switch, I flipped it up and the living room filled with a soft white glow that illuminated everything in it. I sighed, releasing the breath that I’d been holding, as my shoulders drooped and my body relaxed. Everything was okay. No danger. After closing the  front door and locking it, I headed toward my bedroom to take a shower when my bedroom door flew open and I screamed. Perry’s tall, massive figure, dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt, loomed over, stirring up a heap of emotions inside me. My hand flew to my mouth as the other gripped my chest, and for a second I thought I was going to pass out from fright.

"Sophie," Perry said, his smile so big and beautiful. "God, I missed you baby." I took a step back. My eyes were wide with fear and I knew he noticed. He stared at me, eyes narrowing as he watched for my next move, but all I could do was stand there, speechless. He took a few steps toward me but I didn’t move, and then wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest and holding me close. I found it difficult to catch my breath as the tightness in my chest wouldn’t let up, making me feel suddenly very dizzy. Perry’s scent, so rich, so intoxicating, flooded my senses and brought back memories of the night he left me broken with the proof of his rage all over my body. I began to cry, thinking of how badly he’d hurt me and what happened the following day and how he didn’t answer my calls or any of my texts and I felt abandoned, betrayed and neglected. He’d simply got on an airplane and disappeared from sight. Perry gently caressed my hair, whispering to me how much he missed me and was sorry he left like he did, but I didn't want to hear any of it. My cries turned into sobs, and I felt the panic attack coming but I didn't fight it. Instead, I allowed it to submerge me into its darkness as Perry’s strong arms tightened around me, holding me through it.

I must have blacked out for a moment because the next thing I remembered, I was laying on my couch with a pillow under my head and a blanket over me. Looking around I saw Perry sitting in the chair opposite of me, hands gripping the arms rests and his head laid against the back of the chair.

"What are you doing here Perry?" I asked, sitting up and wiping my face with the sleeves of my hoodie. His head shot up. Our eyes met, and it disarmed me when I saw how his were filled with worry, but honestly that wasn’t anything new. Perry could be a very good actor at times.  "What do you mean?” His blue eyes were confused. "I mean what are you doing here? And how did you get in?” I pulled the blanket back and flung my legs over, placing them on the floor. “You left me months ago without a word since.”

He frowned "Right, about that," he answered, peering up at me through his eyelashes. "I," he leaned forward and reached for my hand, but I moved away. He glared at me, and I noticed his jaw tighten. My body went rigid. "I still have a key." he confessed, pulling the silver item from his pocket and laying it down on the end table beside him. "Sophie, I was under so much stress at the time those things happened between us that day. I know they were horrible things, I know I hurt you and I'm sorry I did them. I came back to tell you so, hoping you'll forgive me. I came back to tell you I love you and I still want you.”

He was lying, just like all the times before. Perry was good at manipulating me and knew how to use it against me to get what he wanted. At one time, he was my weakness and I believed everything he said to me; the good and the bad. Early on in our relationship, I began to feel like all the things that went wrong were my fault; that I was to blame for all the ill-fated misfortunes that happened to Perry. He made me believe they were and I spent so much time doing whatever he wanted to make it up to him. 

"Sophie?" I looked at him, fighting back tears."Well?" "Well, what? What do you want me to say, Perry? Let’s just pick up where we left off and pretend that you didn’t do anything to me? Pretend that you didn't walk out on me, leaving me so fucked up and hurting right over there on my own living room in complete and utter misery? You put me in the hospital for god's sake! You broke me and you expect me to say that all is okay and forgiven; let’s work things out, pick up where we left off just so you can feel better about yourself? I can't do that; I won't do that and just because you say you love me doesn't mean it’s true and that I feel loved by you.”

The familiar shadows of anger crept across Perry’s face. He straightened his back, rising to his full height, and my legs began to shake. My heart was beating so fast and I was terrified but I did my best to not let it show. "Come here," he said, beckoning me over with his finger. I didn’t move."Sophie, I said come here. Now!” The rise in his tone sent me scrambling over to him because of conditioned obedience. I brace myself for what I was sure would happen next. 

"You couldn't wait to disobey me could you? Couldn't wait to push!” He snatched a handful of my hair and yanked my head back until I was looking right at him. "I came back to you, Sophie. I came back to this pathetic shit you call your life to tell you that I was sorry and that I missed you; I missed us. But all you can do is mouth off and refuse me your forgiveness. You’re just as much of a bitch as I remember.” Crying out, I flinched, instantly attacking Perry’s hands with my own. Finally, he released me, pushing me away. I rubbed my head, grimacing over the pain my head now felt. Perry ran his hands through his hair and down his face, pacing around in an attempt to calm himself down. No matter how hard I tried, the tears from my eyes fell, making my nose run as I stood, huddled into myself scared to even look his way."All I want is your forgiveness, baby. That’s it. Everything else, I know we can work out. Please.” I glanced over at him. Perry stared at me, his expression now softened and blue eyes pleading with me to do what he asked. "I fucking love you, baby. I just want to love you." 

He came over to me and I flinched when he grabbed my arm and moved in close. His body rubbed up against mine, the sexual tension rapidly spreading between both of us. I hated Perry, and despised what he’d just done to me, yet no matter what he did, my body always responded to his sexual advances. Maybe it was because he was responsible for taking my virginity and I didn’t have anyone else to compare him to or because he knew my body like the back of his hand and what to do to get the right responses out of me. He was hard for me already, leading me back against the wall and pinning me against it as he slipped his tongue in my mouth and kissed me like a starving mad man. It was passionate, aggressive, and I wanted it despite everything.    

 "I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry," he moaned into my neck while his hands traced my sides up and down. “Being without you was slowly killing me and I'm just,” pulling away to look at me. He took my face between his large hands, rubbing my cheeks with his thumbs and pecking my lips. “I fucked up so bad,Sophie.” I nodded, sniffling back tears. He buried his face back into my neck and left more wet kisses on my skin. I was responding to him in a way I knew wasn’t healthy or safe and I had to stop. "Perry, stop," I said, pushing on his chest to get him off me. He lifted his head again staring deeply into my eyes and for a moment I saw a glimpse of the man I was once in love with. My hand found the side of his face and I slowly traced his jawline and chin, forgetting that I was never supposed to touch his face unless he said I could. He snatched my hand away so fast, squeezing it until the pain sliced through me. I took a deep breath, clenching my teeth together. "I told you to never touch me unless I say you can," he said sternly. I swallowed, peering up at him. “I’m sorry,” I squeeked. 

Releasing my hand, Perry backed away from me, giving me room to move, and wandered over to the kitchen, taking two glasses out of the cabinet."Do you know why I never called or wrote, Sophie?” My head was still reeling from what just happened between us, that his question didn’t even register at first. I followed him into the kitchen, watching as he filled the glasses with my only bottle of red wine. “I don’t know Perry, why didn’t you?’ He handed me a glass, which I took, but didn’t drink. “I was ashamed, that’s why. I didn’t know how to face you after what I did.” I wanted to believe him, god knows I did, but the voice inside my head was screaming at me not to. He took the glass from my hand and sat it back down, sliding his hands around my face and pulling me in for another heated kiss. I was breathless when we parted. Perry grinned, tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear and tapping the end of my nose. It was a cute gesture that normally would have made me smile, but not this time. I was through being broken by him.

"You’re never going to make any of the past right, Perry.” “Then let’s start over; fresh and new.” I shook my head and took a step back. “No, I don’t want to. It's over, Perry; for good. What happened between us is in the past and what's done is done. I don’t want a life anymore.” I watched the last of the kindness leave his eyes as the evil that drove him to hurt me seeped in. I gasped the moment he swept the wine glass off the counter, sending them crashing to the kitchen floor. The sound of glass breaking and shattering on the tile was so loud as the crimson color of the wine spread like blood. Perry’s hand wrapped around my neck and was pressing so hard against my throat, choking me. I gasped for air, clawing at his hands and dragging my nails down his arms. He yelled out, seething through his teeth. “You fucking bitch,” he screamed, hitting me for the first time across my face and sending waves of tremendous pain through me that only worsened when he began to shake me like a rag doll. My back slammed against the wall sending pictures crashing to the floor as his hand came down again and slapped me so hard it was enough to make my lips begin to bleed. “Since you don’t want to play the way I want you to play, I’m going to show you what happens to bad girls who don’t obey,” throwing a punch to my gut. I groaned loudly, sliding down the wall no longer able to stand from the pain I was now in. My body was in shock and I couldn’t stop it from shaking. 

“Beg for me to stop, and maybe I will,” Perry fumed, breathing heavily. I shook my head, crying uncontrollably. “I said beg, whore! That’s what you are! I bet you’ve slept with every man who’s crossed your path since I’ve been gone.” I continued shaking my head, moaning and mumbling “no”. He reached down and pulled me to my feet, hitting me again before slamming me against the wall. "I fucking love you, Sophie. All I've ever wanted was for you to love me in return.” “But I did love you, Perry," I screamed out through my pain. Tears streamed down my cheeks, mixing with the blood and dripping onto the floor. "I was so in love with you, but you were too wrapped up in yourself to see. And then you started hurting me and all the love I had for you began to fade. You have no idea how much I loved you,” I stammered, looking him deep into his eyes. There was so much confusion and hurt written all over his face, but before any of it could reach his heart, he jabbed his fist into my side and grabbed me by the hair, leading me to the living and throwing me to the floor, just like he did the night he left me. I was terrified of what was coming next. 

Crawling my way to the sofa, Perry grabbed my legs and pulled me back, slapping me a few more times before straddling me. “I want your pussy baby. I want what’s mine!” I started swinging at him, trying to hit him anywhere, but couldn’t. Once he got a hold on my hands, he pinned them on each side of my head, but I wouldn’t stop squirming and thrashing around as hard as I could. “Get off me, Perry,” I screamed at the top of my lungs, praying any of my neighbors would hear. Perry grunted as he tried to keep me still. We continued to struggle and wrestle for a few moments and I was getting tired, but I couldn’t allow Perry to get the upper hand on me. If he did, I knew I’d end up in the hospital again or worse; dead. Releasing one of my hands so he could undo the button on my jeans, it seized the chance to take back my life by slamming my fist into the side of Perry’s face. Screaming in rage, he let go and sat back, holding his face in pain. He yelled, but I didn’t give him any chance to do anything more to me as I slid my leg out from under him and slammed it into between his chest and stomach. “Fuck you, Perry,” I screamed, watching as he fell back into my tv stand, knocking everything off, including the tv. I scrambled to my feet, and grabbing my phone that I had left on the chair by the front door, I quickly undid the locks and ran out of my apartment, never looking back.

CHAPTER 3 PT.1

[oldiesstationlover11607]

HELLOOO BFF!!!🤗🤗 i hope you are doing well!!!

i was plotting in my spare time & thought of this concept (it’s based off of check yes juliet by we the kings)

where the reader has really strict parents, and they don’t want her dating anyone until she’s like 40. reader ends up meeting tyler and falling in love with him and they do their best to keep their relationship a secret. tyler sneaking through her window, y/n lying saying she’s in these different clubs for school when in reality she’s with tyler. bunch of sweet stuff. tyler invites y/n to a party she’s performing at so obviously, she sneaks out and goes. however… she gets caught. and you can end it anyway you want 🙏🙏

THANK U TWINN

Sneak Out - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Warnings: None really maybe some angst?

Word Count: 1940

A/N: Not a lot of dialogue in this one but it's cute nonetheless :) can't wait to see ur next request!!

I tapped my pencil against the edge of my notebook, barely paying attention to the lesson. The classroom felt warm and humid, and the clock seemed to move impossibly slow. Only fifteen more minutes until I could finally leave, and the thought of freedom was all that kept me from standing up and walking out. But tonight, freedom didn’t mean going home and collapsing on my bed like every other exhausted high schooler. No, tonight meant something different entirely—something I had to keep hidden from my parents.

Debate club was my excuse. My parents were strict, way stricter than any of my friends' parents. To them, dating was off-limits. They always said that I shouldn’t have time to think about boys until long after college and my life was in motion. “Focus on your studies,” they’d say. “Boys can wait.” And I did focus on my studies, for the most part. I was a good student, and I stayed out of trouble. But I was also a teenager. And keeping boys at arm’s length wasn’t so simple after I met Tyler.

I met Tyler at a small local concert downtown. I’d done it on a whim, needing to get out of the small bedroom I was confined to after school hours. So, I took to social media looking for something to do–anything to do. It was a weeknight, and I told my parents I was going to study late at the library. In reality, I was being pulled into a world I hadn’t even known existed—one with dimly lit stages, worn-out couches, and the intoxicating thrill of live music. I was nervous at first, surrounded by strangers who looked older and far cooler than I’d ever feel. But all of that faded the moment Tyler stepped onto the stage. His voice was something else. It wasn’t just the raw talent that got to me, but the way his words hit me—deep, like they’d been plucked from my own heart. He was a senior at our school—a basketball player I think—someone I’d never really spoken to before. 

That night, after his set, he walked up to me. He was casual, relaxed, his hair a little messy. I was flustered, barely able to make eye contact. 

“Y/N? What’re you doing here?” He flashed me a warm smile.

“I–uh… music?” I managed to get out before a flush of red flashed across my face. 

“Music huh?” he laughed, folding his arms across his chest. I nodded, unsure of what else to say. We walked over to the back of the room where there was a little more air before talking about the show and school. He was so easy to talk to. By the end of the night, I had his number saved in my phone and we planned to meet up again. My heart had been racing ever since.

Of course, my parents would’ve freaked out if they knew I’d even been at the gig. So, keeping Tyler a secret? That was an absolute necessity.

The bell rang, finally jolting me out of my thoughts. I shoved my books into my bag and slipped out of class, already rehearsing my alibi for the night. I told my parents debate club had run late and that I’d be staying at school to work on a project. They didn’t question it too much. Debate was one of the clubs they actually approved of—academic, leadership-building, safe.

I glanced at my phone as I stepped into the parking lot, my heart doing a little flip when I saw Tyler’s name flash on the screen.

Tyler: Can’t wait to see you tonight. I’ll be at the usual spot

I smiled to myself and quickly texted back.

Me: Me too.

The “usual spot” had become our secret code for my bedroom window. Tyler would climb the tree outside my room and slip in through the window, the thrill of sneaking him in always making my heart pound in my chest. It was dangerous, exciting, and completely against everything I was supposed to be doing. But being with him—those stolen moments in the middle of the night—felt worth every risk.

Later that night, after dinner, I went through my usual routine of pretending to study in my room. I kept my door slightly ajar, just in case my parents decided to peek in. My heart raced as I heard the TV downstairs, my parents settling in for their usual evening routine. It was now or never.

I got up and quietly pushed my window open, the cool night air brushing against my skin. I could hear the faint sound of the crickets outside, the world peaceful and still. And then, like clockwork, I saw him.

Tyler’s silhouette appeared below my window, he moved with the confidence of someone who had done this a hundred times before. A minute later, he was standing in my room, his familiar scent of pine and cologne filling the air. He smiled at me, his eyes softening as he pulled me into his arms.

“Hey,” I whispered, tilting my head up to meet his gaze.

“Hey, you,” he murmured, his voice low. He leaned down and kissed me, gently at first, his lips soft against mine. I melted into him, all the tension from the day slipping away in that moment. Being with him felt easy, natural, like this was exactly where I was meant to be.

We sat down on my bed, our legs tangled as we leaned against the pillows. His arm wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me close. “So, I’ve got something for you,” he said, pulling a small folded piece of paper from his jacket pocket.

I looked at him curiously as I unfolded the paper. It was an invitation—small, handwritten, and intimate. I scanned the words quickly: Private show. Saturday night. Tyler Joseph.

My eyes widened. “You’re performing?”

He nodded, a grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, it’s a small gig. Just a few friends and local artists. I’ve been working on some new stuff, and I want you to be there. Front row.”

My heart swelled. I’d never seen Tyler perform a full set before, let alone by himself. He’d told me about his music, shared bits and pieces of his songwriting, but this? This was huge. But as soon as the excitement hit, reality came crashing down.

“Tyler, I don’t know if I can. My parents…”

He sighed, his thumb tracing gentle circles on my shoulder. “I know. But we’ve made this work so far, right? You’ve been sneaking out for weeks. This won’t be any different. We’ll be careful.”

I wanted to say yes. I wanted to be there for him, to support him. But the thought of getting caught made my stomach twist in knots. Still, looking into his eyes, seeing how much this meant to him, I couldn’t say no.

“Okay,” I whispered, nodding. “I’ll find a way.”

Saturday night rolled around, and I’d never felt so anxious. I told my parents I was going to a late-night study group to prepare for finals. They were strict, but they trusted me enough when it came to school. I left the house with a knot in my stomach, knowing this was the riskiest thing I’d ever done.

The venue was small and cozy, strung with fairy lights that cast a warm glow over the crowd. Tyler was already there, setting up his equipment on the tiny stage. When he saw me walk in, his face lit up, and that familiar flutter stirred in my chest.

“You made it,” he said, pulling me into a hug.

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” I whispered back, feeling the excitement buzz in the air.

Tyler’s set was incredible. I stood in the front, my heart pounding with pride as I watched him pour his soul into every song. He was magnetic, his voice filling the room and pulling everyone in. It was surreal, seeing him up there, knowing that this was his dream, his passion. 

When he finished, the crowd erupted in applause, and Tyler jumped off the stage, wrapping me in his arms.

“That was amazing,” I breathed, still buzzing with excitement.

“You think so?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.

“I know so.”

But before I could say more, I heard it. The unmistakable voice of my mother cutting through the crowd like a knife.

“Y/N?”

I froze, my heart plummeting to the floor. My blood turned to ice as I slowly turned around. There, standing at the entrance, were my parents. My mom’s face was a mix of shock and anger, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. My dad stood beside her, his jaw clenched, eyes dark.

Oh God. How did they even know I was here?

My mind scrambled for an explanation, but nothing came out. My mom’s voice cut through the silence again, this time sharper. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I—” My throat closed up. I glanced at Tyler, his hand tightening around mine, but I could see the panic in his eyes, too. We were caught.

“I can explain,” I started, my voice trembling. But my dad’s expression was cold, unreadable.

“We’re going home,” my mom said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Now.”

I felt my heart sink. I turned to Tyler, my eyes filling with tears. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered.

“It’s okay,” he whispered back, his voice soft but steady. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “I’ll wait for you. We’ll figure this out.”

But as I followed my parents out of the venue, their disappointment hanging in the air like a storm cloud, I couldn’t shake the dread that settled deep in my chest. The consequences of tonight were just beginning. And I had no idea how we’d get through this.

The car ride home was silent. My mom’s eyes were glued to the road, her knuckles white as she gripped the steering wheel. My dad sat stiffly in the passenger seat, staring out the window, his jaw clenched tight. The tension in the car was suffocating, and every second felt like it dragged on forever.

Finally, when we pulled into the driveway, my dad turned to me. His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. “We’ll talk about this in the morning.”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I could feel the weight of their disappointment pressing down on me, and the guilt was almost unbearable. I wanted to explain, to tell them about Tyler—how he wasn’t just some random boy, how he was different. But I knew they wouldn’t listen. Not now.

I trudged up to my room, feeling like the walls were closing in around me. The excitement from the night had vanished, replaced by a heavy, sinking feeling in my chest. I sat down on my bed, staring at the window where Tyler had slipped in so many nights before.

I pulled out my phone, my fingers trembling as I typed out a message.

Me: I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I’ll figure something out. I promise.

I hit send, staring at the screen, waiting for his reply. A minute later, my phone buzzed.

Tyler: It’s okay. We’ll figure it out together. I’m not going anywhere.

I sighed, a small sliver of relief washing over me. Even in the mess of everything, Tyler was still there. Still waiting. And as I lay down, staring at the ceiling, I held onto that.

No matter what happened, we’d find a way. We had to.

//

REQUESTS OPEN

[imsofuckinggayforwomen]

Hello :) please could I request a fic of giyu tomioka x hashira reader where they share their first kiss together accidentally and he walks away in shock from it and she thinks she’s done something wrong. He later approaches her and tells her he thinks it’s better that they stay friends, even though he secretly loves her and wants to protect her 💙💙

this is such a good idea but I’m making a happy ending bc I hate angst

Also just so y’all know I’m prolly not gonna write a whole fic unless it’s an event or something cuz I’m always busy but I’ll make sure yall get ur cute drabbles dw

Warnings: nothing just fluff cuz giyuu deserves fluff

How could I love on you? | Tomioka Giyuu

You’ve always been right by his side, proving to him that you truly cared. When he felt he had no one, you always appeared out of the dark. It’s like you really enjoyed being around him. He found it hard to believe that anyone could deal with his presence. But you, you liked being around him?

You certainly proved your feelings for him, catching him off guard by the touch of your lips. The two of you had only been stargazing when you brought your face closer to his.

He felt a fire light inside of him, warming his body and widening his eyes. It felt like eternity he had waited for this exact moment, the soft skin of your lips gracing his own. Almost a second after the initial contact, you had pulled away. He must have seemed shocked, or disgusted or something. You quickly began to scramble away, seeming ashamed by the act you just committed.

Tomioka was quick to basically tackle you to the ground, encasing you in the warmth of his arms. You both collapsed with a thud, his hold effectively shielding you.

“Why are you leaving?” He whispered, gripping you tighter.

Tears threatened to fall from your eyes. “I’m sorry” you muttered into the ground, fist balled up in the grass. Giyuu raised a brow, slowly lifting himself off of you.

You stayed face down in the ground, rethinking every decision up to this point. How could you have been so careless? So stupid? So driven by emotion? You felt stupid, you looked stupid, and you thought stupid. Your inner insults ran laps around your mind. That was until a strong pair of arms lifted you from your dirt sniffing position, placing you into a familiar lap.

Tomioka laid your head to rest on him, combing his fingers through your hair. His eyes seemed, awake. Not far off and distant like usual.

“Why apologize?” He asked, pupils staring into yours.

“I should’ve-“ You stammered, trying to avoid eye contact. “I should’ve asked.”

He shrugged, still running his fingers through your hair. “Yes, a heads up would’ve been preferred” he replied.

“But I did not dislike it..” he added, watching your eyes widen. “However, due to the current state of my work, I highly doubt we can pursue this right now.”

It was true, Giyu had a job to do. It wasn’t easy being a hashira, it would be even harder to balance work life and love life. Each mission he would disappear for days or weeks on end, never knowing if he would return alive. Your eyes soften a bit, content with his feelings but struggling with the reality.

“I promise” he suddenly spoke, his calm demeanor never faltering. “After this all ends, I will properly love you. Until that happens, I will protect you with my life.”

His words melted into your senses like butter, tingles prickling up your spine and stopping at your racing heart. You fought back the tears again, happy and sad tears. One day, he will come home to you. He seems sure of it, so you believe him. There’s nothing else to do but believe after all.

This was short and sweet, dawg needed a good-ish ending fr.

[cheolhub]

okay hear me out bc this may make no sense

kinda service top!hoshi who’s a slut for your pussy n can’t control himself when he’s inside of you, but also tries to act all cocky n dominating even though his hips are stuttering n he’s whimpering like a desperate whore🧎🏻‍♀️

SERVICE TOP!HOSHI

note. FUCK OKAY OKAY. ITS RLLY SHORT BUT—

soonyoung is crazy about pussy— yours specifically. he thinks he could die happy eating you out or fucking you lifeless, but he loves to act like he doesn’t. he loves to act like you don’t hold any power over him when in reality you do. you know soonyoung is a little slut for you.

but soonyoung doesn’t think so. he truly believes he’s your dom, so to prove it, he makes a bet with you. a bet to prove he’s not a slut. winner gets bragging rights.

now he’s ramming into you, hips meeting yours with every thrust and he’s babbling now. “you like that, baby? you like how good i’m fucking you?” he ask, cockiness laced in his voice.

if you were in a better state, you would’ve scoffed at the arrogance, but you’re close. too close to care about it.

so you’re moaning, squeezing around him like a vice. “yeah, love it s’much, soonie.” you breathily admit. “do i feel good?” you knowingly ask.

and of-fucking-course you feel good. you feel fucking amazing. soonyoung has been close to cumming since he pushed himself inside of you. you’re so tight and warm and it makes his head spin. and you look so pretty under him with a flushed face and your tits bouncing with every snap of his hips.

he’s fumbling over his words. “f-fuck, so good— feel so fuckin’ good.” he moans and you clench around him again, eliciting a whimper to erupt in his throat. “baby, don’t do that.” his lilting voice says.

“can’t help it, you’re just fucking me so good.” you parrot his words from before breathlessly, a small smirk appearing on your lips. you clench again, soft moans tumbling past your lips. “gonna cum for me, baby? i wan’ it— want you to cum inside ‘n fill me up.”

you know he’d do anything to make you feel good so there’s no surprise when his strokes become sloppy—inconsistent and sporadic while he’s crying out your name and string of curses. and then you feel it. all of it. he’s cumming inside of you just as you’d asked.

and, fuck, does he look pretty. the sight of his pleasured face and his release filling you to the brim triggers your own orgasm and has you crying out for him the same way.

you’re both coming down, panting and whimpering. when he collapses next to you silently, you smirk and turn your head to look at him.

“you’re such a slut for me.” you giggle softly. “you totally lost that bet.”

“did not.” he sulks, evading eye contact by staring at the ceiling.

“you definitely fucking did when you blew a load after i called you, ‘baby,’ baby.”

“okay, whatever, i’m the slut.” he concedes, turning his head to look at you. “but i have a much higher stamina, baby, so maybe if i fuck you enough, you’ll just turn into the slut.”

“i’d love to see you try.” you really would.

“okay then,” he grunts, moving to hover over your body again. “challenge accepted.”

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