#when this was airing i kept seeing negative comments on it but as soon as i saw im siwan play a soft-spoken feminist again

[xiyade]

Don't know what everyone's problem is. I got to see every 28y/o office worker's 3pm daydream for 12 episodes, the main couple was more than friends less than lovers for the entire run, and a little murder mystery by the end as a treat. AND a cute little dog. What else is there? Perfect execution. Good job everyone

[lilacmingi]

MALEFICENT (DISNEY VILLAINS AU)

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Pairing: Maleficent!Seonghwa x Princess!fem reader

Word count: 6,675

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In a kingdom tucked between rolling foothills and towering mountains was a beautiful princess who lived in a castle. She was the eldest of the King and Queen and was sought after by many men.

One day while out on a walk, she met a boy with horns and large wings that spread out past his shoulders. Though the boy seemed younger than her, his appearance was still intimidating and daunting.

The princess was terrified. She had never seen a creature such as he and cowered away in fear. He insisted he meant no harm, trying his best to assure her he wasn't a threat. He introduced himself so that maybe it would ease the girl's nerves. It took some patience and a bit of convincing until the princess hesitantly and cautiously began to approach the boy.

They somehow ended up talking and the princess soon found out he wasn't such a bad guy after all, in fact, he was pleasant to be around.

After that day, they continued to meet up, going on walks together, admiring nature, and sharing stories. The winged boy had fallen for the princess along the way, despite her being five years older than him. Seeing as he hadn't met many people, the age difference wasn't a problem in his eyes; she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

Time passed and eventually he couldn't take it anymore, couldn't hold back his feelings. He needed to set them free.

One sunny spring day, he led the princess out to a field overlooking the glistening streams winding and twisting throughout the valleys below. He poured his heart out, confessing the strong adoration he held for the princess.

Her bright smile faded as he laid out his heart.

"I'm sorry. I've already fallen for another." She told him.

It felt as if his heart was shattered—more like crushed.

He asked why, begged for a further explanation. The princess returned with a simple response.

"I love him."

That made the boy angry. They spent all that time together and she fell for another man?

"Is there something wrong with me?" He asked sharply.

"I'm sorry. I've only ever seen you as a younger brother. Even so, I don't think I could be with someone such as yourself."

"Such as myself? What's that supposed to mean?"

The princess began stumbling over her words, desperately trying to come up with an explanation.

"That's not what I meant." She tried to say.

The boy was already angry, but that comment sent him over the edge.

He lashed out at the princess, enraged that she didn't return his feelings and even more so that she referred to his appearance in a negative way. As he spit his words of poison, the sky turned gray; his powers unknowingly effecting the weather.

He told the princess he never wanted to see her again and disappeared, deep into the woods never to return.

Six years passed. The boy was now a man; 23 to be exact. Heartbroken and emotionally destroyed, he kept himself hidden in the forest, his home now surrounded by thorns to keep everyone away. He would never let his heart get broken again.

He hadn't seen another human in years so he assumed the wall of sharp spikes worked, until one day.

You meandered down the trails that lined the hillside. Life as royalty is suffocating, especially when you're always getting compared to your older sister. It's physically and emotionally exhausting and sometimes you just need to get away from it all.

You took in a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air; the many scents of nature mixing and mingling together in the most magical way. You trekked up the hill, admiring the beautiful flowers and wild plants that dotted it.

You reached a nice, flat area, sitting down in the lush grass and admiring the view. Scanning the horizon, your eyes landed on the tree line that sat on what everyone calls the boundary line. It was strange to you how the weather was different above the large cluster of trees compared to the rest of the sky. The clouds at the boundary line and beyond were dark and looked ominous. Not only that, but an area that overlooks the valleys was even affected by the dreary and bleak weather. No flowers or plants grew in that spot which you found odd.

You looked down at the tree line once again. There was something that tugged at your chest, drawing your towards it. It was an odd sensation that you hadn't felt before. Without realizing, you stood up, descending down the hill towards the edge of the forest.

You didn't think twice when you stepped over the boundary line and into the lush and mysterious grove.

The atmosphere became colder, darker, and even a bit eerie as you moved deeper into the woods—despite that, you refused to turn back, feeling like you needed to keep going.

You came upon a large wall of thorns that blocked the way. Your brows knit together as you tried to get a peek at what was behind it.

"What are you doing here?" Someone asked.

You let out a short gasp, spinning towards the voice.

Standing a few feet away was a man. His raven hair reached below his cheekbones, black tendrils hanging over his extremely handsome features, pointed ears peeking out from his dark locks. Emerging from the top of his head were two rather large horns, even larger wings on his back.

"Oh. I'm terribly sorry." You apologized.

"You need to leave." He spoke sharply. "You don't belong here."

"My apologies. I didn't think anyone lived here."

"Well, I do."

"What's your name?" You inquired.

"You don't need to know my name."

"But I'd like to."

He clenched his jaw, refusing to answer.

You tilted your head as you looked at the massive pair of wings on the man's back.

"I'm gonna call you Birdie."

"There's no need for that."

"So, you're gonna tell me your name?" You raised a brow.

"No."

"Okay then, Birdie."

He let out a long, drawn-out sigh.

"Seonghwa." He finally answered.

"What was that?"

"I'm not gonna say it again."

"Seonghwa." You repeated. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Y/n."

"I know who you are." He snapped.

"You do? But, I've never met you."

"I already asked you once. Leave."

You took a few steps forward, obeying his wishes only to stop when you got near him.

"Why do you live here? It's so dark and it seems a bit lonely."

"I like it that way."

You didn't respond as you walked away, leaving the strange man in the woods.

Seonghwa stood and watched you leave, wanting to make sure you didn't turn around—you didn't.

"Y/n L/n." He muttered under his breath his face scrunching in distaste.

He was glad you left. He couldn't hardly look at you without thinking of her.

Thoughts of the winged man in the woods filled your mind to the brim even after you returned home. You couldn't just forget about him, your good nature wouldn't let you. You knew something was troubling him. It was very clear that he was in anguish. You felt that tugging in your chest whenever you thought of him. That let you know you needed to go back to the man—and that you did.

Unfortunately, you weren't able to get away from the castle for a couple days thanks to your royal duties. However, today was perfect.

"I'm going out for a walk." You announced.

"Don't go past the boundary line, okay?" Your father called.

"Of course. I'll be sure to steer clear." You lied through your teeth, stepping outside.

The bottom of your shoes hit the grass rapidly as you raced across the field to the boundary line and into the forest.

"Seonghwa?" You called out.

No answer.

Assuming he was at home, you headed to the wall of thorns you were at just a few days prior. His house most likely resided just past the large barrier which you couldn't see past.

"Is anyone home?" You shouted.

Nothing.

"Seonghwa?"

Still no answer.

You let out a sigh and stepped away, going to search the woods. You very well could have just left, but something in you felt like this man needed you.

Leaves crunched beneath the bottom of your shoes as you trekked through the forest, determined to find the winged man.

Said man was out and about, flying above the trees. He loved the way the wind felt brushing past his wings and hair. He felt free and like he didn't have anything to worry about. That feeling, however, was diminished immediately when he saw you walking below.

You heard the sound of wings flapping above you. Lifting your gaze, you saw Seonghwa descending from the sky.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his tone sharp and tinged with annoyance.

"I came to see you."

"You wasted your time. Go away."

"I just want a moment of your time. Please."

Seonghwa's jaw clenched. This was only his second time meeting you in person, but you infuriated him to no end.

Suddenly, vines emerged from the ground, wrapping tightly around your body and constricting your arms. You gasped, your heart jumping in your chest.

"What do you want?" He hissed, bringing his face closer to yours.

"I just feel like you need a friend."

"I don't need anyone." He seethed. "I'm not some charity case, okay? So stop treating me like one."

"That's not it. I just..." You trailed off, unsure of what to say.

"You just what?"

"I can't explain."

"Good." The vines loosened and retracted into the dirt. "I didn't wanna hear it anyway. Now leave and don't come back."

"But—"

"Leave!" His voice boomed.

You cowered slightly, shaken by his sudden outburst.

"Can I just ask you one question?" You asked weakly.

"If it'll make you leave, yes."

"Why are you the way that you are? Did something happen to make you this way?"

Seonghwa's jaw tightened. How could you ask something like that?

"That was two questions." He remarked.

"Someone hurt you in the past." You stated.

His eyes widened just slightly, but he was quick to recover, putting on his usual stony expression.

"I don't know who hurt you, but I'm truly sorry. I'm sure you didn't deserve it."

"I don't want your sympathy." He spat. "You don't know anything about me."

"That may be true, but I know someone hurt you deeply."

Your questions and responses were getting a little too personal for Seonghwa's liking. He wanted you out of his forest immediately.

"Get out of my sight before I burn you to a crisp." He snarled, green flames beginning to emerge from his palm.

You stared at the viridescent blaze before moving away from the winged man. You were afraid you had pushed him too far and you really didn't want to get yourself killed trying to befriend this strange forest-dwelling man, so you decided to give up.

"As you wish." You murmured, turning around and walking away.

The flames dissipated from Seonghwa's palm as he watched you get further and further away, but the more distant you got, the guiltier he felt. Why did he feel guilty?

He rolled his eyes and let out a huff before shooting off towards you. With a few flaps of his wings he was directly in front of you, stopping you in your tracks.

"I have a question for you." He spoke. "How do you know someone hurt me? It could be something else, so why did you say that?"

"Well, normally when someone shuts themselves off from the world and isolates themselves, it's because someone hurt them. When I said that, your eyes twitched. Actually, they widened slightly, but you were so quick to cover it up, it looked like your eyelids twitched."

The expression on Seonghwa's face changed slightly and you could tell he was surprised by your response.

"I'm very perceptive." You explained.

"Evidently so."

"Well, if that's all you needed, I should be going." You took a step forward only for him to stop you.

"Wait."

You turned to face him, watching as he slightly rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh as if he was dreading the words he was about to speak.

"I'm... sorry." He forced out. "I shouldn't have been so harsh with you."

"Thank you. I appreciate that."

"Do you want to come back to my place? I could... make you some tea." The offer was genuine, but he seemed hesitant about it.

"I would love that."

"Very well." He gave a short nod and headed back towards his place.

You followed behind until he came to a stop at the large wall of thorns, waving his hand over the prickly, dead vines. You watched in awe as they separated just enough for the both of you to pass. Behind the thorn barrier sat a quaint little cottage, which you couldn't even see if you were standing outside the wall.

The interior of the cabin was incredibly cozy and had a warm ambiance to it. There were dried flowers in frames on the walls, books lining the shelves, along with little trinkets and tchotchkes littering the shelving.

"Have a seat." Seonghwa gestured to a small table as he proceeded to the kitchen.

You twiddled your thumbs anxiously as Seonghwa prepared tea for the both of you.

You watched from the table as he worked until the hot beverage was finished. He brought over a teapot and two cups, pouring tea into each one. You quietly thanked him and took a small sip.

"Now, why have you come back here?" He inquired bluntly.

So we're getting right down to business. You thought to yourself.

"It's silly." You brushed it off.

"What's silly?"

"The reason why I came back."

"I'd like an answer regardless of how it sounds."

"Very well." You sighed. "I felt a tugging in my chest. I felt like I was being pulled towards you. I don't know why, but I assume I wasn't feeling that way for no reason. Maybe it was my conscience."

Seonghwa's thick brows pulled together in a almost suspicious manner as he eyed you.

To be honest, your answer didn't sound outlandish to him. In fact, you were probably right. Your conscience was telling you to come see him for whatever reason. That he could understand. What he couldn't understand was why it had to be you.

"Right. So, you had this tugging in your chest. Your conscience, inner voice, whatever drawing you here. Now what?"

"I don't know." You shrugged. "I was kind of hoping we could be friends."

Friends? Seonghwa thought.

Why would he want that? Why would you want that?

You took a sip of tea and cleared your throat, feeling a bit awkward due to the silence.

"You have a lovely home." You complimented.

"Thanks."

"So." Your nails tapped lightly against the glass of the teacup. "What sort of creature are you, if you don't mind my asking."

"I'm a dark fairy." He answered.

"Ah. I've heard of them, I've just never seen one before. Your kind must be rare."

"They are."

Well, this conversation is going nowhere. You thought, sighing internally.

Your eyes drifted down to the table, staring at the grain of the wood like it was the most interesting thing in the world. In that moment, it was.

"Sorry." Seonghwa spoke up. "I haven't spoken to another person in a while. I'm not used to having guests."

"It's fine." You brushed it off.

"So, do the king and queen know you're here? I'm sure they wouldn't want the princess hanging out with someone like me."

"How do you know I'm a princess?"

"I told you I know who you are."

"Right." You muttered. "To answer your question, no."

Seonghwa raised a brow. "Really? You're doing this behind their backs?"

"I am."

"Hm." He hummed. "Maybe I underestimated you."

"Maybe you did." You shrugged. "So, are you gonna tell me who hurt you so bad?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"It's not the time." He answered, simply.

The atmosphere became quiet again and you struggled to come up with something to talk about.

"I like the dried flowers you have framed on the walls."

"Thanks. I did that myself."

"You did?"

He nodded.

"You have some near knickknacks on your shelves as well."

"I collected most of them. They're all from different places. Some were even gifted to me by some of the creatures that used to dwell in these woods."

Your eyes sparkled as Seonghwa talked, he hated it. He hated it because it made him feel things. Feelings he hadn't felt in so long.

That's why it was so hard to just push you away. He couldn't help but want to be nice to you.

"The tea is really good." You mentioned.

"Thanks. It's my own tea."

"You make your own tea?" You asked.

"I do. I collect berries and stuff in the woods, dry them out, and make my own tea bags."

You found that extremely endearing for some reason. Perhaps it was because Seonghwa seemed so intimidating and knowing he made his own tea made him seem a bit softer.

You returned home from yet another "walk." That was the excuse you used when you went to spend time with Seonghwa. You felt that you had made lots of progress with him. He no longer seemed distant when you spoke and he had even smiled a few times. Something else that changed was the feelings you developed for the dark fairy. The two of you had only known each other for about three weeks, but it felt like much longer.

You pushed open the doors to the castle and stepped inside only to be met with your mother and father, who looked rather worried.

"Where have you been?" Your dad asked.

"I told you, I went out for a walk."

"You were gone for so long." Your mom mentioned.

"I guess I lost track of time. Sorry."

"Well." Sighed your father. "It can't be helped. Come here. There's someone I want you to meet."

Your parents led you into the common room where you saw a woman and a younger man sitting on the couch.

You vaguely recognized the two, but you knew they were royals from another kingdom.

"Y/n, this is Queen Son and Prince Dongju."

"Hello." You bowed, politely.

"We invited them over because there are things we needed to discuss." You dad explained.

"What kind of things?" You asked.

"The wedding." Dongju's mom mentioned.

"Wedding?" You questioned.

"Oh." His mom placed a hand over her mouth. "She doesn't know yet, does she?"

"Mom, dad, what's going on?"

"Y/n, Dongju is your fiancé." Your dad said.

"Fiancé?!" You exclaimed.

You hadn't meant to raise your voice, but this was news to you.

"Honey, please calm down." Your mom spoke quietly.

"You've never discussed an arranged marriage with me." You spoke more calmly, trying not to let your temper get ahead of you.

"We know." Your dad nodded.

"Then why? You both told me I could be with whoever I wanted."

"You're getting to the age where you should start settling down. We've been waiting for you to find someone, but you haven't."

"So, I took too long?"

"That's not why." Your mom cut in.

"Maybe I just haven't found the right person."

That was a lie. You had found the right person. You knew your parents wouldn't approve of him, though. Especially considering the fact that he lived behind the forbidden boundary line.

"It doesn't matter now. We've chosen Prince Dongju for you to marry." Your dad spoke. "He's a wonderful young man and you two getting married will be good for both kingdoms."

You sighed, knowing you couldn't do anything about it.

"Now, we would like for the two of you to get to know each other. Him and his mother will be staying with us for the next few days so the two of you can get acquainted. That means no more going on walks."

You felt all the blood drain from your face as your father said those last few words.

No more walks.

That means no seeing Seonghwa until the prince and his family leave.

The first day was torture. All you could think about was Seonghwa. You wondered how he was doing and if he wanted to know where you were. Was he waiting for you?

Millions of questions swirled in your head as you sat with Dongju. You were hardly able to keep a conversation going as your mind filled with more thoughts of Seonghwa.

"Oh. I have a twin brother."

You blinked a few times, zoning back into the conversation.

"Hm?"

"I have a twin brother."

"Really?"

"Yeah. He's my fraternal twin. His name is Dongmyeong. He's back home with my father. Someone had to stay behind and run things while mother and I made this trip here."

"Ah." You nodded. "Is it hard to being away from your brother?"

"Not really. We're close, but sometimes I need a break from him." He chuckled.

Meanwhile, the dark fairy sat at home, his fingers tapping against his table.

"Where is she?" He asked, aloud.

He wondered where you were and why you hadn't showed up yet. He quickly decided that you were probably busy and chose to brush it off. Plus, he was still in denial of his feelings for you and forced himself to think that he didn't care for you as deeply as he really did.

You sat in your room, a heavy feeling in your chest. You missed Seonghwa. You hadn't seen him in three days and you wanted nothing more than to go spend time with him.

A tapping on your window caught your attention. You glanced over at the glass doors to your balcony, gasping when you saw Dongju outside. Jumping from your place on the bed, you scrambled over to the doors, stepping out on the balcony.

"Dongju, what are you doing here? Did you climb up here by yourself?"

"I did." He answered, breathlessly. "I wanted to talk to you."

"And you couldn't use my door to do it?"

"I had to speak to you privately. I didn't want anyone to see me."

"What's so important that you had to climb my balcony to tell me?"

"I don't want this marriage either."

Your eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yeah. You're a sweet girl, but I don't feel that way about you."

"I feel exactly the same. You're really nice and I like you, but not in a romantic way."

"I'm glad we're on the same page." He smiled. "I've been wanting to tell you, but every time we get "alone" time, my mom or your parents are nearby. I just felt that I couldn't tell you this knowing they were around."

"I totally understand." You nodded. "So, what should we do about this?"

Seonghwa had become worried at this point. He hadn't seen you in three days. He went back and forth with himself trying to decide if he was going to see your or not. He really wanted to, but he hasn't left the forest ever, especially not after she broke his heart.

Before he could change his mind, he got up and hurried outside, taking to the sky.

He flew directly to the castle, hoping to see you—and he did. Upon his arrival, he spotted you and some guy outside on a balcony. You were chatting with him, looking more than happy as you did so. Seonghwa's chest began to ache as that all-too-familiar feeling of heartbreak crashed over him, except this time it was worse, so much worse.

"Okay. So we talk to our parents tomorrow and tell them we both don't want this marriage." You stated.

"Right." Dongju nodded.

"My parents are very understanding, so I'm sure we can get this sorted out."

"I hope so."

"Thank you for coming to talk to me." You thanked him, leaning in to give him a hug of appreciation, which he kindly returned.

As if things weren't bad already, you leaned in and hugged the guy. Seonghwa's heart felt as if it was being crushed. He wanted to cry, but more than anything, he wanted to do something bad—something horrible. He could feel the heat of his powers rising to the surface of his palms as small, green embers began to emerge from his hands. Then, your eyes met his.

Your brows raised at the sight of him. You hadn't expected to see him outside of the forest, let alone outside your home.

"Seonghwa!" You called out, parting with Dongju.

The prince turned his head to see who you had called out to, gasping when he saw the dark fairy hovering a few feet away.

Seonghwa grimaced at you before turning around and flying back towards his home.

"Seonghwa!" You called out to him again, but he ignored you, too heartbroken to even look at you.

You stared at the spot Seonghwa previously occupied, worry filling you to the brim.

"Who was that?" Asked Dongju.

You sighed, dropping your head. "Someone I've recently become close with. I've been sneaking off to meet him."

"What?"

"Yeah. He lives that way in the forest." You pointed, not lifting your head. "I'm not allowed to go past the tree line, but I have been for weeks."

The air became silent after your confession. You lifted your head to look at Dongju who had a soft expression on his face.

"You love him, don't you?"

Your eyes widened. "What?"

"I can tell." Dongju nodded.

"You're right." You sighed. "I do love him."

"You should tell him that."

"And how do you suggest I do that? I haven't been allowed off the grounds since you showed up. Besides, I don't even think I can. With both your mom and my parents constantly hovering over us, I won't have a chance to leave."

The next day, Dongju did his best to comfort you. You appreciated his efforts, but nothing could cheer you up. You stared at your plate of food, pushing it around with your fork.

"You need to eat your breakfast, Y/n." Dongju spoke, care and concern lacing his voice.

"I'm not hungry."

"You should eat something. Even if you just have a couple bites of toast."

You decided to listen to him, especially since his mother and your parents were watching from the other side of the table. You took a few bites of toast along with one measly bite of eggs which seemed to satisfy Dongju.

"They're getting along so well." Dongju's mom gushed.

After breakfast, your parents and Dongju's mother went out on the terrace to have tea and discuss wedding plans. For the first time since the arrival of the neighboring royals, you and Dongju were alone.

"Hey. Let's go on a walk." The prince suggested.

"I don't know." You murmured.

"C'mon. Some fresh air would do you some good."

You sighed, knowing he was right. "Okay."

The both of you got up and went outside to the terrace.

"King and Queen L/n, mom. Y/n and I are going on a walk together." Dongju mentioned.

"That sounds wonderful. Make sure you take one of the guards with you." Your mom said.

"Yes. It's better to be safe." Dongju's mom added.

"Of course." Dongju nodded.

The both of you made your way out of the castle, stopping momentarily by the guards.

"Princess Y/n and I will be going on a walk. We won't be needing your services today." He told the two guards.

"As you wish, your highness." They nodded.

With that, you and Dongju took off, embarking on your walk.

You weren't paying attention to anything as you trailed behind Dongju. You just followed him, dragging your feet through the grass.

"Where are we going?" You asked.

"It's a surprise."

You sighed, not in the mood for any surprises.

"We're almost there."

"Almost where?"

"It's a secret."

You shook your head, but allowed him to lead you to this secret location. You kept your eyes cast on the ground, watching your feet as you walked.

"Alright. We're here!" Dongju announced, prompting you go lift your head.

You gasped. You were stood in front of the tree line, the clouds looming above the sticklike branches of the trees.

"Why did you bring me here?" You asked Dongju.

"You have to talk to him."

You opened your mouth to say something, but he spoke up.

"You've got time. I'll be waiting right here."

You gave him a soft smile. "Thank you."

Taking a step forward, you passed the boundary line and made your way into the forest, determined to speak to Seonghwa.

You approached the wall of thorns that separated the dark fairy's home from the rest of the forest, hoping to see Seonghwa. You called his name, but he didn't show, leading you to believe he either wasn't home or he was ignoring you.

"Seonghwa." You croaked.

No answer.

"I don't know if you're in there, but I wanted to say I'm sorry. I know what you saw looked really bad, but I promise you, it's not what you think it is." You got no answer in return, but continued anyway. "You're very dear to me, Seonghwa." Your voice became shaky as you spoke. "You deserve the truth and that's what I want to tell you."

Seonghwa, who was on the other side of the wall listening, couldn't take it anymore. When he heard your voice crack, that was it.

Before you could speak another word, the thorns cleared and Seonghwa emerged from the opening, rushing over to you.

"Don't cry." He murmured, wiping your tears.

"Seonghwa." You sobbed.

"Shh." He shushed you, brushing your hair away from your face. "Please don't cry."

"I'm sorry." You whimpered. "I just thought I'd never see you again."

He let out a sigh. "I need to take you somewhere."

You didn't have time to speak as he scooped you up into his arms, causing a small yelp to escape you.

"Hang on tight."

Seonghwa shot into the sky, his large, inky wings flapping powerfully behind him as he carried the both of you over the trees.

You clung tightly to him as you gazed below you. Everything was so pretty from up there in the sky. It almost made you forget about your worries. Almost.

Seonghwa took you to the spot that overlooked the kingdom—the one that was always shaded by ominous clouds. Now, they had cleared, the spot now illuminated by the glow of the sun. He landed softly in the grass, setting you down.

"Let's sit." He motioned.

The two of you took a seat in the grass, admiring the view.

"Seonghwa, I have something to tell you." You spoke up.

"No." He stopped you. "I need to say this first."

You respectfully allowed him to say his piece.

"I think I've fallen for you." He admitted.

"What?"

The confession took you by surprise.

"I hated you at first. You were so persistent in trying to be friends with me and it was annoying, but eventually I started to enjoy your company. I began worrying if you showed up a little late and found myself thinking of you when you weren't around."

You frowned, your heart sinking.

"I'm sorry." You murmured.

"Let me guess. You can't be with a creature like me. Is that it?" He remarked, bitterly.

"No, not at all. It's not that."

"You don't have to lie, Y/n."

"I'm not. Seonghwa, I've fallen for you too, but..." You trailed off. "I'm arranged to be married. I was taking too long to find someone and so my parents are trying to force me to marry a prince from a nearby kingdom. That's who you saw me with last night."

Seonghwa looked relieved and saddened at the same time.

"Then why did you seem so happy. And why did I see you hug him?"

"He came to tell me that he didn't want to get married. He's just as against this as I am, and it made me happy. I hugged him because I was glad he came to tell me that. We actually planned to speak to our parents today, but he brought me here to talk to you."

"He did?"

"Yes. I haven't been allowed to leave because my parents want me and Prince Dongju to 'get to know each other.' but after what happened last night, he encouraged me to confess to you. In fact, he told our parents we were going on a walk and brought me here. I didn't even know this is where he was taking me."

"So he snuck you out just so you could come and explain everything to me?"

You nodded. "And to tell you that I love you."

Seonghwa leaned forward, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. You saw his eyes dart down to your lips as if to silently ask permission to make a move. You answered by moving your face closer to his, your cheeks becoming warm.

Seonghwa lessened the space between your mouths, your eyes closing in response to the kiss. His lips were soft against yours, moving delicately and carefully. Your hands moved to his hair, grabbing onto the long strands at the base of his neck. It was a brief kiss, but it lingered even after Seonghwa pulled away.

"You remember when you asked me who hurt me so badly?" He questioned.

"Yeah."

"Well, that person was your older sister. I was in love with her—well, I thought I was in love with her. I brought her to this very spot and confessed my feelings. She told me she loved someone else and that she only saw me as a little brother. I reacted pretty badly and shut myself off from everyone." He explained.

Everything then began to make sense. When your sister started dating her now husband, you noticed how parts of the land were constantly covered in dark clouds, but you didn't ever think much of it. After that, your parents started telling you not to cross into the forest and that it was forbidden. It also made sense why your sister wanted to move away so quickly after she married. However, you never knew about any of this.

"Do you still have those feelings for her?" You asked, not wanting Seonghwa to be in love with you because of your older sister.

"No." He answered, lacing his fingers with yours. "I said I thought I loved her. I was just a kid. I realize now that I just liked her company and I confused it for love. The person I truly love is you."

Your heart swelled with warmth and adoration.

"I want you to come back to the castle with me."

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Yes. Dongju is waiting down there for me. You can return to the castle with us."

"Okay." Seonghwa nodded.

He flew you back to the tree line where Dongju was waiting. He was surprised to see you come back with Seonghwa, but happy that it seemed the two of you had patched things up.

You then explained the plan you had, telling Dongju that Seonghwa would be coming back to the castle with you both.

Once you made it home, you noticed your parents and Dongju's mom were still outside on the terrace. You instructed Seonghwa to stay inside until you motioned for him to step out. He nodded, allowing you and Dongju to go outside.

"Mom." The prince spoke up as you both approached. "Y/n and I have something to tell you—all of you."

You nodded.

"We don't want to get married."

"What?" Dongju's mom asked.

"It's true. Neither of us want this marriage." You spoke up. "Plus, I'm already in love with someone."

"What?" Your dad asked in disbelief.

"You've never told us." Your mom mentioned.

"I wasn't ready to say anything. Now, I am."

You then moved towards the doors leading to the terrace, motioning for Seonghwa to come outside.

The doors opened and he stepped out, all three parents gasping.

"Y/n, why have you brought this man here?" Your father asked.

"Because I love him."

"Do you know who this is?"

"I do."

"Y/n, this is the man that caused your sister so much sadness."

"He did no such thing." You defended. "He was hurt, that's why he lashed out at her. And as for my sister, she moved on and moved away. She has a husband and a life of her own now."

"Your majesty." Seonghwa spoke up. "I apologize for anything I might have done to make you or your daughter upset. I was 17 and just happy to have found someone who wanted to spend time with me. I confused it for love and when your oldest daughter turned me down, it hurt me and I lashed out. I said some harsh things to her and I'm deeply sorry."

Your father scowled as he looked at Seonghwa, then his gaze turned to you, his face softening.

"Dongju, what do you have to say about this?"

"Like I mentioned earlier, I didn't want to marry Y/n in the first place. I much prefer her be with someone she knows and loves." He answered.

"You don't know this man, Y/n." Your mother spoke up.

"I do. You see, I've been going to meet with him."

Your parents gasped, aghast at this revelation.

"I've gotten to know him over time and truth is, we both love each other."

As you spoke those words, you reached out, lacing your fingers with Seonghwa's. Both your parents saw this gesture.

"Look at them, honey." Your mom spoke quietly. "Do you see how their faces glow? They really do love each other."

Your father seemed to go back and forth with himself for a few moments before nodding his head. "You're right."

You felt a little bit of hope spark within you as your dad approached Seonghwa. You were surprised when your father held his hand out to Seonghwa. The dark fairy took hold, giving your dad's hand a firm shake.

"I accept your apology." Your father stated.

"Thank you, your majesty."

"But, I want you to treat my Y/n right."

"I will, sir. Promise."

"Good."

The plans for the wedding were cancelled and Dongju and his mother went back home. Your parents allowed you to spend time with Seonghwa and the ban on crossing the boundary line was lifted.

The dark clouds that constantly hung over the forest cleared and all the creatures that dwelled there came out of hiding. You didn't even know there were any other creatures besides Seonghwa that lived in the woods.

The two of you sat in the lush grass in the same spot where he confessed to you. The sun shone down on the entire kingdom, cloaking it in warmth. You plucked another flower from the grass, placing it in Seonghwa's dark hair with the others. You had given him a makeshift flower crown, placing the blooms around his head.

"How do I look, darling?" He asked.

"Beautiful."

He grinned, pulling you closer to him.

He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, his finger resting under your chin as he moved his head ever so slightly to the side, deepening the kiss.

When you parted ways, you couldn't help but smile, still overjoyed that the two of you were able to be together.

You were so thankful you chose to step past the boundary line that day, because if you hadn't, you and Seonghwa wouldn't have met each other, and you definitely wouldn't have gotten the happy ending you have now.

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Am I Enough?

I straight up cried writing this and had to backspace almost every time I wrote I instead of you. I went to a wedding this weekend and well, this is kinda how I feel

Pairing: Shinso Hitoshi x fem!reader

Warnings: time skip, angst, comfort, absoutely self indulgent

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You should be happy in this moment. You should be loudly rejoicing with all of your friends and loved ones. It is, after all, a wondrous occasion. Two people have decided to make a commitment to each other and take the ultimate vow. The decorations are exquisite, the color scheme matching the bride and groom’s taste to a T. The dresses and tuxedos are sharp and refined in a way that can only be described as elegant and beautiful. You were dressed up too, flaunting a floor length dress that accentuated all of your best assets. You sat there staring at the soon to be married couple, tearing up and choking on words as they recite their vows. The love shown between the two of them and for them could be felt in the chapel.The bride nervously fumbles through her words as the moment is clearly overwhelming in the best possible way. The officiant announces the newlyweds and the spectators erupt in cheers and applause, yourself included. You watch as they bride, groom, wedding party, and parents of the newlyweds walk down the aisle for their procession. It was a lovely affair, with even lovelier people and music.

The drinks flowed as openly and easily as the reception. The entrance of the wedding party, bride and groom were all done super well. The toasts and speeches were laced with emotion and well wishes of love and success. You smile and laugh when appropriate, clapping along and enjoying the festivities. Your stomach is full of nourishment and contentment as you dance with the night away, almost as if you’re dancing on thin air. There was nary a negative thought in your mind that you could notice (although your brain was running a mile a minute with thoughts but you were too infrosswd with the wonderful feelings to truly notice). You made new friends, caught up with old, it was a ball. You returned to the hotel in the shuttle you arrived in, singing alive gleefully to the music as plans for the night began to unfold.

Many gathered in the lobby of the hotel and the party moved to an executive suite. One of the groomsmen, close friend Shinso Hitoshi, finds you out on the balcony. Your glass has remnants of a hastily made cocktail as you swirl it in your hand. The sliding door shuts behind you, the sound of laughter and music dying down as Shinso rests his forearms on the edge of the balcony with you. “You’ve been oddly quiet,” he comments before taking a swig. “Mind telling me what’s going on? Aren’t you having fun?”

You nod quickly to try and keep any emotions at bay. Why are the thoughts that were kept under wraps now wanting to slip through the seams? You cough out a bit, “of course I’m having fun! Didn’t you see Sero making me a drink?” You take a sip and pucker your face. “A little heavy on the tequila but, s-still good.”

Shinso sighs with a chuckle, “you know that’s not what I mean. Your mind,” he touches your forehead lightly, “is full of thoughts. What’s happening?”

Your breath catches in your throat as your jaw goes slack. Damn him, how is he so good at reading you? Like a dam ready to burst, your eyes gloss over as fresh warm tears cascade down your cheeks. They fall freely as all those thoughts you wanted buried float to the surface. Your lip trembles as you struggle to breathe. Shinso’s face softens as he puts his own drink down and rests his hand on your shoulder. “Hey,” he kindly coos out, “what happened?”

“It’s, it’s not fair.”

Your voice comes out vulnerable and weak, a tremor in it as you speak. You’re starting to regret the open bar at the reception. “Why, just…why?”

Your shoulders start to shake as your emotions overwhelm you. Shinso braces you and holds your shoulders. “Why what? If it’s the drink I’ll tell Sero to cut back-“

“Why aren’t I having this happen to me too? I-I mean, what am I doing wrong? I’ve been nice, I put myself out there,” I shake out of his embrace. “But I’m never worth it! I try to date and I want to be in a relationship but all they want is either just sex or to waste my time! Is it me?” I look toward him exasperated and downtrodden, clenching my fist angrily. “Am I not enough? Am I not worthy of,” I gesture to behind him and around him, “this? I do so much work and improvement on myself mentally a-and in my career and…” you bawl harder as it all comes crashing down on you. “Am I too big? Is my body not ideal? Am I too damaged? Just what is it, Shinso?! Why am I unlovable? Why am I undatable?”

Your voice had gotten louder and louder as your truth came to the forefront. You hadn’t meant to lose control but you were like a rushing river. The dress that hangs on your body feel heavy like rags as you judge your appearance in your mind. You had worked so hard to look your best and not it seems as if it’s not enough.

You hug yourself as you sit in one of the empty chairs on the balcony. Shinso kneels in front of you, gently placing a hand on your knee to keep you steady. “Hey, kitten,” he whispers softly, “look at me.”

You take a deep breath and do as he says. His eyes hold your gaze steadfast and unwavering. Shinso smiles softly as he takes one of your hands. “You’re one of my best friends, you know that? So I’m gonna be honest with you.” He clears his throat before speaking.

“You are amazing. And you deserve better than the way you’ve been treated. I never thought you would even look my way. When Deku told me you’d been invited to the wedding, I was ecstatic. I know we danced only briefly,” he squeezes your hand, “but I have wanted to hold you like that for years.” Your eyes widen at his confession and you relax in the seat.

“I,” you start, “I don’t understand…”

His smile grows and softens as the group inside cheers over something happening inside. “I know we’ve been drinking, but I promise the feelings I have for you are real.

“You are worthy and enough for love, for a relationship, for all of it. You deserve it. And if you let me,” he raises himself up to lean in closer to you, “I’d like to be that person for you.” Shinso bridges the gap between the two of you and presses his lips against yours. He kisses you so softly and gently like you’re a treasure to be taken care of. You breathe heavily when he pulls away as heat rushes to your cheeks. “You are so beautiful, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

A couple more tears fall from your eyes as you smile goofily at him. An incomprehensible laugh leaves your throat as you stare into his eyes. You had thought for so long that you would be alone and were coming to terms with it. But right now, Shinso had just proved you wrong and you were happy for it.

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CHAPTER 1 - I SIT HERE AND SMILE DEAR

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WARPED TOUR 2011 BECCA

My knee bounced up and down as I sat on the leather sofa in the tour bus. We had never had a proper tour bus before. The closest thing we had was Theo’s Dad’s old van that kept breaking down. Nerves shot through my body as I tried to slow my heart-rate and regain my normal breathing.

Warped Tour was by far the biggest tour we had ever done. Sure, we were still supporting other bands, but we weren’t performing in a small, run-down dive bar. This was real. Bring Me The Horizon. Pierce The Veil. Sleeping With Sirens. All Time Low. Motionless In White. Our favourite bands were playing alongside us. We were one of them.

“Quit bouncing your leg Becca, I feel like I’m experiencing a fucking earthquake right now, jeez.” Johnny, our bass player, complained.

The rest of the guys erupted in laughter.

“Calm your tits, Johnny! Leave me alone.” I laughed in reply.

I had never been this nervous for a set before. We only had one album out, Arachnophobia, that had been doing reasonably well, but I was still so nervous. What if we get booed off stage? What if we fuck up the timings? What if I trip and fall flat on my fucking face? Worst-case scenarios flashed through my mind at lightning speed, corrupting whatever positive and confident thought that I still possessed.

“I need some air.” I said to the guys in a small voice.

“You good?” Kevin, our lead guitar player called out to me from his seat at the opposite end of the sofa.

“No. I just need a minute of fresh air.” I tried to reassure him, ultimately failing miserably.

“You sure?” Luke, our rhythm guitar player asked from his bunk.

“Yep. I won’t be long.” I mumbled, just loud enough for them to hear.

I walked around the festival site for a little while. The tents where bands were stood meeting fans and selling merch were absolutely packed. We had been selling merch and meting some fans as well, but nowhere near the scale of any of the bands situated near our tent.

This was our first ever festival. As I said, we were a small band. No one really knew who we were. That could also be said about some of the other bands on this tour as well to be fair. Warped Tour seemed like a brilliant opportunity for new fans to start listening to us when our manager, Nick, pitched it to us. But now it seemed like literal hell on earth. God, what if people left our set?

I tried to push those thoughts down, but nothing worked. As soon as I forced out one doubt, another just popped up in its place. It felt like my mind was the hydra from ancient Greek myth. Equally as venomous and persistent. It was going to be difficult to keep those negative feelings at bay for the rest of the tour. I had always struggled with not feeling good enough, and this tour was just amplifying those ideas. If nobody came to our set, everything would have been for nothing.

My phone started ringing in my pocket after about twenty minutes of my walk. It was Nick. I stared at the screen for a second. Breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth.

“Hey.” I said straight after answering the call.

“Hey yourself! Your set is in five minutes Bex. Get your ass to the stage right fucking now before I either lose my shit or lose my job. Whichever comes first.” Nick yelled down the line over the band who were finishing up their set before ours was due to start. I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Yep I’ll be there in a sec. I lost track of time, sorry.” I replied hurriedly.

“Great. Thanks. See you in a sec then.” Nick finished.

I started running back towards the stage when I bumped into something. It felt like a lamppost or something tall and thin like that. Except there weren’t any lampposts here. I looked up to see a tall, heavily tattooed man with long, black hair looking down at me with a slightly pained smile on his beautiful face.

I didn’t have time for this. I called out a quick sorry as I kept running towards the stage.

By the time I got there, I was doubled over and panting trying to catch my breath. “She’s here!” Luke shouted as I rounded the corner to the side-stage area. I was handed a microphone by Nick

“Good luck you guys. You’ve got this.” Nick encouraged with his arms round mine and Johnny’s shoulders. I took a breath in through my nose and out through my mouth as the rest of the guys walked onto the stage to begin the intro to the first song on our album, Make me Wanna Die, “Give ‘em hell kid.” Nick whispered in my ear with a pat on my back. I closed my eyes for a second then stepped out onto the stage.

The world around me seemed to slow down as I lifted my mic up to my mouth to start the song. My lyrics flew out of my mouth with a natural ease. This wasn’t as hard as I thought. A large crowd had formed at the stage. Not too bad for our first show of the tour. Some people in the crowd were singing along to the song, which filled me with pure joy and unrivalled confidence. I started to move and jump across the stage which excited the crowd even more. By the time we were halfway through our set, the crowd had grown significantly and even began singing even louder to the words that they knew.

I had never experienced such a buzz from the crowd. It felt electric. Looking at the rest of the band, it looked like they felt the same. Wide, beaming smiles were plastered on their faces. I was sure I wore a similar one on my own face. In fact, my face hurt because of the smile that covered my face.

Up until this point, the largest show that we had ever played was to only about eighty people. But now, we were performing to a crowd of about two hundred and fifty. It wasn’t a massive crowd by any means, but it was huge to us. All of our favourite bands started out like this, playing for much smaller crowds. It gave me hope that one day we could be as big as those bands. Someday.

“How is everyone doing?” I shouted into my microphone.

The crowd cheered in response. Holy shit.

“You guys having fun?” I asked.

The crowd cheered in response again. This felt so surreal.

“That’s good. We are too. You guys have been a great crowd.” I began. “This is our first Warped Tour, so thanks for making our first show sop fun because we are having an absolute blast up here.”

The crowd cheered and applauded.

“As you have probably gathered, I’m not exactly brilliant at this whole crowd work thing, but I’m not really used to crowds as fantastic as you guys.” I said with a huge grin on my face.

The crowed roared with cheers and applause.

“So anyway, this song is our last song of the set, and if you don’t mind we would like to play r for you.” I began. “I mean, it’s not like you really have much of a choice, we pre-decided the setlist before we came on stage.”

Laughter erupted around me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tall, skinny guy with long dark hair cascading over his shoulders with tattoos on his arms, at least I thought they were tattoos. I couldn’t tell if it was black paint or tattoos. Either way, they looked good. He was standing backstage with four other guys who were all fitted in similar outfits. They must be the band following us. The man who caught my eye was the tallest of the group. He looked familiar but I couldn’t place it.

“This song was written by one of my favourite bands and are one of the bands who inspired me to pursue music. We hope you have had a great time here watching our set. We have been The Magpies and this is ‘Call Me’ by Blondie.

The intro started and an immense sense of joy coursed through my veins. Since I was a kid, Debbie Harry had been one of my heroes and I was so proud that we got to play one of her songs to a crowd of people.

And that was the moment that I knew we were going to make it.

 “Holy fucking shit guys, you crushed that.” Nick yelled out at us with an impossibly huge grin  plastered on his face. He clapped us each one-by-one as we came off of the stage. “The crowd fucking loved you guys.”

“That was kickass.” Luke exclaimed with a look that I can only describe as pure joy.

“Dude what the fuck just happened.” Johnny exclaimed.

“Fuck that was sick!” Kevin yelled directly into my ear as he swung his arm over my shoulder.

“Damn I’m pumped!” Theo laughed.

“How the fuck did we pull that off?” I laughed along with the rest of the guys.

“Because we are hot shit Bex. Hot fucking shit.” Kevin shouted back at us as he followed Nick away from the stage and towards the bus.

I paused for a moment and watched the guys, my family, walk ahead of me. I never thought anything like this could happen to us. Let alone at such a young age. I was only 18 when we did our first Warped Tour.

“Come on slow coach we want to go hang before the barbeque.” Nick called back at me. I laughed and followed after them

Every year, there was a barbeque on the first day of tour. It was mainly so that everyone in all the bands and crew could meet eachother. Kind of like an icebreaker night I guess. This was going to be the most nervous I had been so far, including the show. Because now, I had no choice but to meet all of those bands who were practically the reason that I made music. Plus, I was pretty confident in saying that meeting Oli Sykes in person might literally kill me.

The fact that we would be meeting our heroes in such a short space of time was seriously starting to make me freak out. How were we worthy of all of this?

We made it to the bus and all sat down to play some Xbox together before the barbeque. Luke had flung himself onto the black, leather L-shaped sofa opposite the door.

“I don’t give a fuck what the rest of you want, I’m playing Call Of Duty.” He said whilst signing into the game and running a hand through his short blonde hair.

“What the fuck man! We play that all the fucking time.” Johnny complained.

“Let me be play too and you can do whatever you want.” Kevin laughed whilst grabbing the second controller and joining Luke in the game.

“Fuck you guys I’m going to have a nap before we have to go.” Theo sighed with a yawn, tying his shoulder length, curly brown hair into a low bun as he walked towards his bunk.

I sat next to Luke and laughed at their childish bickering as they played their game. Johnny sat shouting commands at the two other boys.

“If you want to sit there and yell at us then you should have joined the fucking game asshole.” Kevin laughed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as they had begun to slip down.

“Fuck you, there’s only two controllers dipshit.” Johnny argued back.

I started to block out their arguing as I picked up the book that I had been reading and snuggled further into the corner of the sofa. I had found comfort in books during the very short time that we had been touring. Sure, performing on stage was an escape from real life, for both us and the crowd, but that was still work at the end of the day. Reading, however, had the power to transport you to a different world entirely, a different dimension even if that’s what you wanted to find. It allowed my mind to escape the cage that it was trapped in and explore the endless possibilities that life held. It allowed me to hide from my problems. To escape reality. To run and never stop running, not until I was happy, not until I was free. And that freedom was the greatest feeling in the world.

 Before I knew it, my eyes had started to droop and I drifted off into a peaceful sleep. The best that I would probably have on this tour. My dreams were surprisingly pleasant as I fell deeper into my slumber before a pair of hands grasped my shoulders and began to shake me awake.

“Rebecca…. Beccaa…. Bex…. Beckyyy…..” A deep sing-song voice chanted as he shook my shoulders. My eyes fluttered awake, and leaning over me stood Theo. “There she is.” He said once my eyes had fully opened.

“What?” I mumbled as I rubbed my eyes.

“We have to go in like forty minutes, and we thought you might want to get ready.” He went on.

I stood up and stretched my arms over my head before letting out a yawn and making my way to the bathroom so that I could re-do my makeup and brush the birds nest that had formed in my hair.

I decided not to do anything crazy and to just touch up the makeup that I already had on, which was a more natural look with dark brown eyeshadow lining my upper lash line just a little bit. I tied up the top half of my long, brunette hair into a bun at the back of my head, letting some face-framing pieces hang loosely around my face. I changed into a white tank top with spaghetti straps and some black wide-leg ripped jeans with fishnets underneath. I grabbed an old, red Flash hoodie, that previously belonged to my ex but I liked the hoodie too much to return it, and tied it around my waist just in case it got chillier later in the night.

“Okay I’m ready.” I announced to the guys who were all sat on the sofa arguing over what movie to watch later. Unsurprising as they usually had this argument, then would watch a movie that wasn’t even part of the equation to begin with.

“Great, let’s go.” Nick said as he stood up, rubbing his hands together.

We all nodded in agreement and followed him out of the bus and towards the barbeque. There was an opening in the middle of where the buses were parked in which a large fire pit, surrounded by mismatched deckchairs, had been set up. The barbeque itself was positioned next to a staff bus, that the Warped Tour management team were staying in. They were the ones who essentially ran the tour and wanted to ensure that it went as smoothly as possible.

Straight away, a British accent caught my attention as five guys started approaching us. “Hey! You guys must be the Magpies.” One of the men asked us with a huge grin on his face.

Holy fucking shit. Danny Worsnop from Asking Alexandria was talking to us. THE Danny Worsnop from THE Asking Alexandria was talking to us. Us? We were nobodies here. He fucking knew who we were. Holy fucking shit I must still be dreaming.

“Yep that’s us.” Johnny said with a smile on his face, sticking out his arm to shake Danny’s hand. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to introduce yourselves, we are big fans, Becca especially. But I’m Johnny and I’m the bass player, this dumbass is Theo our drummer, Luke and Kevin here are our guitar players, and this shy bitch is Becca, our singer.” Johnny introduced. We each raised our hands in a wave when Johnny said our names.

“It’s so nice to meet you all. It’s about time a new band joined the lineup.” Ben laughed.

“Well, the Black Veil Brides guys are new here.” Cam said.

“Yeah, obviously, but I mean a band we haven’t met before.” Ben laughed at his bandmate and rolled his eyes at Cam playfully.

“We toured with them last year for a while. They’re great guys.” James said to the rest of us.

“Hey, you should totally meet them later if you’re up for it.” Ben enthusiastically suggested.

“Yeah, totally.” Theo said with a smile. “But let’s eat first, I’m fucking starving.”

“Agreed.” Danny laughed. We all started walking towards the barbeque and Ben fell into step with me. We fell into easy conversation. I could tell immediately that we were going to be good friends.

“So how did your first show go?” Ben asked.

“It went fucking amazingly. We’ve never played to a crowd that big before, and they actually seemed to enjoy our set which was fucking brilliant.” I gushed.

“Yeah, I caught some songs towards the end of your set. You guys fucking crushed it. Andy said he saw the last few songs and thought you guys were pretty cool.” He said.

“Andy?” I asked.

“Yeah. Oh shit you haven’t met him yet. He’s the singer in Black Veil Brides. He’s super cool, I think you’d like him.” Ben explained.

“Cool. It’s weird having this many people on a tour together.” I continued. “It’s only ever really been us supporting another band. Never any more than that.”

“I remember when we started out like that. We thought we’d never make it, but look where we are now.” He laughed. “Once you get used to it, it gets less weird.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” I replied.

Before I even realised it, we had reached the barbeque. People from various different bands and their crew mingled about as they all socialised with eachother. It seemed as though most of the people here already knew eachother from previous tours.

Ben introduced me to his friends on the tour, which was already a shock to be hanging out with Ben fucking Bruce. I tried to push my nerves down as he introduced me to the likes of Vic Fuentes, Kelin Quinn, Oli Sykes, Chris Motionless and Ricky Horror. I surprised myself with how ‘normal’ I managed to act around them. After all, it’s not every day that you meet your favourite musicians. I tried to remind myself that I would be touring with these people, so it wouldn’t be the best idea to fangirl and embarrass myself the first time I met them.

Ben and I grabbed a burger each and sat down on some of the spare deck chairs to eat them.

“Have you just put gherkins in your fucking burger?” I asked Ben in utter disbelief.

“Yep.” He grinned, popping the p. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“Of course I do that’s disgusting! I don’t think we can be friends after this.” I gasped at him in mock offense.

“Wow. You’re one of those?” Ben chuckled.

“One of what?” I laughed at him.

“Someone who doesn’t have taste.” He laughed.

I threw my dirty napkin at him in response.

“EW!” He screamed dramatically, throwing his own napkin right back at me.

I laughed hysterically at him.

“Okay. I’m glad you two are having fun, but I was sitting there, so if you could just move that would be great.” A deep voice tore through the bliss that I was experiencing with Ben.

“Oh fuck off Ronnie, we both know you weren’t sat here.” Ben rolled his eyes.

“Seriously, Bruce? You’re gonna start shit on the first day of tour?” The man, who I assumed was called Ronnie sighed back.

“Just fuck off Ronnie, the no one has to start shit.” Ben said through gritted teeth.

“Seriously man, why do you have to make everything so damn hard all the time!” Ronnie shouted at Ben.

“I’m not the problem here man.” Ben raised his hands in mock surrender.

“Take your pretty friend here, and go suck each other’s faces somewhere else jackass!” Ronnie yelled.

“Woah, woah.” Ben started, raising his voice at Ronnie, “We both know that’s not what was happening here okay. Let’s just move on.”

“Move.” Ronnie said through gritted teeth.

“No.” Ben said with a laugh, as he leaned back in the chair and crossed his legs, relaxing further.

Before I could even register what was happening, Ronnie lunged forward and shoved Ben out of the chair backwards. I jumped up and pushed Ronnie backwards so that he couldn’t lunge towards Ben anymore. Instead, he only stumbled back a few steps before he shoved me backwards too, nocking my beer out of my hand, making it spill all over me. I put my hands below me to try and stop the fall, when I felt a sharp pain in my hand. I lifted my hand up to get a look at it, only to be greeted with a shard of glass poking out the palm of my hand and blood dripping from the wound.

I winced as I slowly tried to pull the broken glass out of my hand, completely oblivious to the fact that Johnny and Luke had ran over and dragged Ronnie away before punching him in the face, knocking him to the floor. The shard of glass wasn’t anything massive, but once it was out of my hand, more blood pooled in the palm of my hand.

From behind me, I felt a pair of arms snake underneath my armpits and begin to pull me up to my feet. Once I was standing again, I turned to see who had lifted me up. I was greeted by a chest clad in a black t-shirt with the Batman logo on. The shirt hung slightly loosely on the skinny frame of the person, who I assumed was a man, who now stood in front of me. I had to crane my neck to see his face, which was obscured by long black locks of hair. I could make out an array of tattoos on his arms that I hadn’t noticed before.

Holy shit. This was the guy that I had literally ran into before my set earlier.

“You okay? That looks deep.” He said, concern plastered all over his face as he took my hand in his much bigger one.

“Y-y-yeah.” I stuttered out, still in shock from what had just happened.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” He led me gently away from where Johnny and Luke were being held back by Asking Alexandria and Ronnie was being dragged away by Jacky Vincent and Ryan Seaman.

The man led me to a tour bus where we met another man, who also had long black hair.

“Hey man, what the fuck?” The new man said with an incredulous look on his face as we got closer to the bus.

“Ronnie is back on his dumbass shit.” The first man, who was still holding my elbow, said in reply.

“Of course he is.” The second man scoffed while going into the tour bus, holding open the door for myself and the first man.

Their tour bus looked pretty much the same as ours did, except there was lots of makeup all over the place and various items that looked like they were made of leather. It was messier than ours too which I liked. It made me feel better about how I left things when I was getting ready.

“This is Jake.” The first man gestured to the second man. “I’m not too sure where the others are though? Probably still at the barbeque. It’s Becca right?”

“Oh, yeah. That’s me.” I said quietly with a weak laugh.

He stared at me for a beat as I looked at him expectantly. It felt like he was looking right into my soul with those blue eyes of his.

“Who are you?” I asked timidly.

“Me?” He pointed at his chest.

I nodded my head. I could tell he wasn’t very good at talking.

“I’m Andy.” He said with a beautiful smile. “Pleasure to meet you.”

[redheadspark]

Can I request September pompt no. 1 drawing circles and patterns on their chest /w fem!reader and Jack Russell?

A/N - I love this for Jack Russell! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Guess

Summary - Jack always knew you were safe.

Warnings - A hint of angst but mostly fluff

“What are you drawing now?”

“You need to guess,”

Jack chuckled as his eyes were closed, a cold cloth was over his eyes as you were dancing your finger along his bare chest, tracing some patterns that were both subtle and yet obvious at the same time as Jack was perched on the couch.  The radio was softly playing in the background while you were tending to Jack, making sure he was well-rested and taking his time healing.  Although he had fast and rapid healing physically, he still had to deal with constant headaches and migraines every once in a while from recent jobs and monster hunting.  This last job was intense on him, so you made it a point to get him off his feet, literally, and get his mind back to a pleasant place.

Which brought you two to this little game that you loved to to play with him: guess the pattern.

Half of it was playful and light, and some of the game did bring some alluring feelings for certain.  But it was all about making Jack comfortable and unwinding from all the stress he had to do for several hours at a time.  It was one of his favorite things to do with you, it made all the stress melt away and all of the tension inside of his body fly out the window.  You knew him long enough to know when he had tension, unresolved anger from a job going wrong, or anything negative you could read both on his face and in the air when he was in the room. 

“Okay, I think I got it….an elephant,” He guessed, a smirk on his lips as you sighed in defeat.  He chuckled, reached out blindly to take your hand in his, and kiss the back of it, “Amor, you need to figure out new things to draw,” 

“Well I don’t want to make it too hard for you,” you commented, Jack’s smile getting big as you reached up to touch the washcloth.  It was no longer cold and chilly, you humming and taking it carefully off of Jack’s eyes, “Let’s get a fresh cloth on you.  How’s your headache?”

“Better,” He replied as you got up, walking over to the kitchen sink and running through another set of cold water in the cloth, “I don’t need another cloth I think,”

“Better to be safe than sorry,” You hummed as you got the cloth cold again.  As you were ringing most of the water out, you heard the couch shift a bit behind you, “Don’t you dare move!”

“Amor..I feel better I promise,” He tried to reason, yet you walked back over with the washcloth, seeing him sprawled out on the couch and watching you with love in his bright eyes.  Head against the armrest with a pillow propped, his button-down shirt open to show his bare chest that still had some bruises and scrapes evident from his recent monster hunting job, and his hair disheveled from you massaging his scalp.

“I’m not taking chances with you,” You explained, kneeling back down next to him and smiling briefly.  Before you could place the newly cold cloth on his face, Jack took your wrist gently in his fingers to pause you.  You both locked eyes, Jack having a twinkle in his eyes that you knew far too well.  He knew that you were worried about his job, how you would stay up at night, and wonder if he would come back in one piece.  No matter how many times he would tell you he knew what he was doing and that there was no need to be worried, you still worried.  You never said it, only showing it in tending to him as soon as he got home and made sure he was physically well.

Jack knew, and he had to say it.

“You take such good care of me, and I don’t think I can be this strong as I am now without you,” He explained, rubbing your wrist with his thumb as you kept your eyes on him,” I know it scares you sometimes when I go out and hunt monsters, and no matter how many times I tell you not to worry, you do—“

“I merely do because I love you,” You gently interrupted him, seeing him close his lips, “I love you far too much to let you suffer, Jack.  I know I’ll always worry, but as long as you come back to me in one piece, then I’ll be okay with it,”

Jack leaned up to kiss you, placing his spare hand on your cheek and keeping you close as you kissed him back.  You knew deep down Jack would always make sure you both were okay when it came to your relationship.  He walked away from massive job offers when he knew the risks were higher and deadlier, knowing deep down it would kill you to see him place his life in danger.  You were his sanctuary and his safe space, constantly in his ever-changing chaotic life.

Jack pulled away and nuzzled his nose with yours as you climbed onto the couch to lay out next to him.  Jack loved having you close, wrapping one arm around your shoulders while he spoke again, “You come first in my life, always.”

“I know,” You hummed back in a breath, then moving to place the washcloth back over his eyes.  Jack laughed, making you giggle as you pecked his nose one more time, “But you’re still out of it and out of commission!  Let’s give this one 20 more minutes and then we can go out to dinner tonight,”

“Deal,” he replied, realizing again on the couch as you were tracing patterns on his chest like before.  The softness of the room and the quietness between the pair of you brought back peace and coziness.  You ever minded the quiet, not when you knew Jack was there with you and safe.  

The End.

September Prompt Sessions

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RIBS : Aemond x Reader x Lucerys

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A/N: This chapter is hella short, I apologize. I’m also trying a slightly new layout.

TW: THIS STORY WILL INCLUDE INCEST, SEXUAL CONTENT, ANGST, ABUSIVE TOPICS, EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION, POST PARTUM.

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The storm hides in her bed, as the warm resonation of the musician's lyre meets the air with the anticipation of the morning's growing debut. 

She lies unknowingly in silence, preparing for the constant assault of noise forced upon her by the bustle of the populated kingdom, Storm's End.

The music is crafted by the musician as a gift; a beautiful example of a human being's selflessness, spreading the flame of joy's candle to the world flowing around them. Those few seconds of organized sound vanquish the dull hum of the everyday, and temporarily free her from those routine patterns of thought she holds, attempting to please her followers. 

I listen as the sound waves through the air. And my brain, sometimes unknowingly, creatively responds to the audible phenomena. The musician's words are one of my few remaining ties that hold creativity afloat in a sea of monotony, resulting from my surrounding industrialization of the darkened stone walls around me. 

I strike a match, holding it to the wick of the candle, watching the wax melt slowly. I had been doing this for days, losing my rooting to the ground. My sense of reality, my ability to tell time had faded. I hadn't seen Lucerys in these times, listening to the music in grief. My musician saw the harshest sides of me, the yearning for the worst of people. He never judged me; he merely played until I provided him with a break.

"Your grace?" A small voice echoed in the doorway. I signal for my musician to stop, which he does, and looks as well in curiosity. It was one of the servant girls, one I hadn't cared to learn more about since she hadn't belonged to me. I wave for her to continue, sitting up from my bed. "Prince Lucerys Velaryon has left with Prince Aemond Targaryen to attend their blood’s wed feast. Prince Lucerys has left me to bring you this, Princess (Y/N)." She scurries over, handing me the yellowed scroll of parchment. I smile softly, looking at her with a grateful expression. 

"It's much appreciated, thank you, love. Now, may you both clear the room?" I say softly, fingertips trailing the parchment resting within my grasp. The two caretakers scramble out of the room as I undo the parchment. His handwriting seemed a tad sloppy, but it was of his character to write in such a way. I loved it about him.

The contents of the letter were various sincere apologies for his actions, assuring he meant nothing negative of it and wishes that I do not take them as such. But just as my heart melts, I see the political matters that follow. He will be gone for a week, readying for his brother's wedding and celebrations over in Winterfell. He assures me he will be back soon, but is unsure if it will take longer than he wishes.

Then, I read the words I will dwell on for the time Lucerys is away. Father has sworn to the side of Rhaenyra Targaryen, which means the Velaryon boy is set to marry one of my blood, or me.

He informs me he feels he should tell his mother of the plans before settling completely. Though he's decided, I shall be his bride, and he will propose such more formally when he can see me face to face.

Part of me is relieved, whilst the other part of me dreads his return. I'm not marrying Aemond, which was positive to the list of negatives. Though I hadn't talked to Lucerys for days on end and suddenly we were to be wed? It didn't feel right, I wasn't ready to marry. 

Quickly, I stood from my bed and changed my dress, rushing out of my chambers and down to where Lucerys was kept, opening the door.

No one.

I rush outside, the rain pouring from the sky and wetting my entire outfit. I rush into the caves, panting loudly as loud grumble echoes. My eyes wander, swallowing hard with heavy breathing. 

"Lucerys?!" I yell out, cupping my hands in an O-shape around my mouth. "Lucerys!" I call out once more, hearing a growling noise. And to my surprise, the man I just craved to see exits the shadows.

"Princess (Y/N)?" He questions, spotting me and rushing over. "What are you doing out here? It's not safe! The storm! I- I can’t have you growing ill." He holds my face with his warm hands, inspecting my soaked figure. I shoved the damp piece of parchment into his chest, looking at him with teary eyes.

"Why hadn't you consoled me, Lucerys?" I choke out, staring into his doe-like eyes. He looks at the paper, then at me.

"Princess, I wanted to. But it all happened so suddenly, and before I knew it I had to leave," he starts, my heart aching at the sound of his voice. "If I'm being true, miss, I wish not to see you wed another man in the days to come. It hurts me in ways I cannot express." His voice becomes quieter; I almost can't hear him over the storm. "Even if you hold no love for me, I would rather you be married to someone you can trust rather than a lying scum." He laughs softly, and I stare at him silently. 

It takes a few moments before I can speak, the silence almost deafening. "You wish that for me? Truly?" I manage to say, watching as he takes my hands into his. 

"I wish to keep you safe and healthy for the rest of our days, Princess," he says softly, my eyes glossing over. "I know you have not much of a say in the matter, but I hope you can grow to bond with me as I have with you." 

I swallowed hard, staring thoughtlessly into his eyes. He looks at me expectantly for a response, which I don't provide. I merely moved in and embraced him, burying my face in his shoulder. He embraces me in return, not minding the icy cold temperature on my skin from the rain. Slowly, he moves from me and holds my hands once more.

"Princess, I have to go," he weakly says, making my heart break. I watch as his dragon lingers behind him, the boy eyeing the beast and walking over to it. "I will write every day. Promise." He places a kiss on my forehead that melts my insides; I look at him and smile graciously as he places himself onto the back of the beast. I walk next to it, eyeing the small-scaled creature, so many questions inside of my head.

"Safe travels, Lucerys. I'll miss you greatly," I call to him, watching his eyes shimmer as he looks at me. 

"I'll miss you every moment we are apart, Princess (Y/N)" he whispers. Then, Lucerys opens his mouth to command his dragon; but before he can I tell him one last thing.

"(Y/N)," I yell, his eyes looking to me one last time. "I do not crave such formalities with you, Lucerys." 

He breaks into a smile, gripping the reins on his dragon harder than before with pure joy. "(Y/N)," he corrects himself laughing under his breath. "May your rests never ail you until we meet again." 

And with that, he shouts “Sōvegon, Arrax!” at the beast and takes off before I can stall him any longer.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Dark Passenger - Chapter Two.

I am absolutely thrilled with how well received this was, so decided to treat you all to another update, because I’m kind like that! :)

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The vibe on Friday night was completely different to when he’d visited The Luna Lounge on a quiet Tuesday, EZ entering the establishment to find it absolutely packed out. He expected no less; the music louder, the air thicker with testosterone, although, he noted, there were quite a few groups of women in attendance, the pounding roar of You Could be Mine by Guns N’ Roses blasting through the club as the girls on stage gyrated to the beat.  

He ordered a beer, thanking the bartender before strolling around, his eyes locking upon Camille, his heart flipping as soon as he saw her invert on the pole and slowly slide down, caressing her neck with her neon blue fishnet gloved hands, her underwear matching, the small crowd before her going wild, bills flung in her direction, as naturally they would be.  

He slowed, pausing for a second, making sure she saw him before he kept right on walking, heading to the end, where Raven danced like an amped up hellion, standing right in front of her. He could see out of the corner of his eye that Camille had noticed, her eyes flitting over to him, wondering why he’d blown her off in favour of another. And boy, it pissed her off.  

Ever since Tuesday, she’d found herself thinking about him, the guy who she’d danced for, and perhaps enjoyed more than she should have. She knew how to have that professional veneer up, even when her clientele was attractive, she had to hold back, not let the lines blur, but as she’d gyrated against him and watched his eyes burn gold as he came, something had been stirred within her, a switch turned on, a flame lit. She was heavily attracted to him, she had to admit.  

There was something there, and she knew it. She knew he knew it, too, yet there he was right in front of Raven, and not her. This did not sit well. Suddenly, Camille questioned whether or not there’d be a connection there at all, for him to return to her workplace and not immediately seek her out. If she had been less mildly irritated by it, she might have cottoned on to the game he was playing with her.  

EZ could tell with each little glance he offered in her direction that she was negatively affected by his tactics, smirking to himself as he turned his attentions back to Raven, smiling widely at her when she leaned down to pick up her money, sliding a ten into the top of her bra. She blew him a little kiss, continuing to gyrate for him, her curtain of silky, black hair swaying as she moved to the beat, EZ thinking how eclectic the DJ was to follow GnR with Rick Ross.  

Camille wasn’t stupid, and by that time she’d sussed his game. Why would he have one eye perpetually on her rather than both focusing on the girl in front of him if he didn’t want to provoke some kind of reaction? She slipped a few times, throwing a dark look in his direction, not appreciating someone playing her like that, but otherwise didn’t react.  

She was a tougher nut to crack than EZ had first anticipated. He wouldn’t budge, though. He was much too used to having women fawning over him, his status as El Presidente meaning that he truly did have the pick of whoever he wanted. Camille was no hanger on, though. She was someone who, although regretful over her decision not to go and enjoy the tall, handsome biker, took a little more effort to bed. Especially in the wake of the behaviour she witnessed that night.  

Before long, she was exiting the stage, going back to change into a little white lace dress, her neon blue underwear showing through, just as she wanted it to, taking a tour of the tables, schmoozing the guests, flirting up a storm in order to secure the lucrative commodity that was the private dance. She secured one with a college kid, the young guy twenty-one if a day, and a little startled looking, knowing she’d have to be gentle with him. She was perceptive enough to know what would work best in way of tease with her clientele.  

For this guy, she perhaps wouldn't grind against him quite as fiercely as she had the big, leather clad dude whose eyes she could feel upon her as she led her customer into the private room, but who was nowhere to be seen when she emerged a while later. She shrugged it off, continuing her tour of the club floor, securing another two dances. It was a profitable night, all thoughts of the dark-haired man who had attempted to play her leaving her mind.  

That was, until he returned the following night, Camille working the floor when she saw him enter the club, giving her a little glance before heading right for the stage, embarking on exactly the same routine again and seeking to show his attention to another. This time, he chose Kellie, a girl whom Camille absolutely couldn’t stand, bitchy gossip that she was. She had few friends within The Luna Lounge, Mai and Tallulah being the sole two girls she got on well with, friends outside of work as well. Sadly, their shift patterns meant they often didn’t work at the same time.  

Tallulah, or Lu for short was on that night, though, Camille replacing her on stage after an unsuccessful tour of the floor for private dances, the girls exchanging a little cheek kiss as they passed.  

“It’s tough out there tonight, babe,” Camille told her friend, Tallulah widening her eyes a little bit.  

“Yeah, they need more alcohol in ‘em, loosen those wallets a little!” She snickered softly with laughter, climbing up to the stage, passing Kellie by and taking a glance at the gorgeous Latino man she was dancing for. He didn’t even look at her. She would bend to him this time, he knew she would, watching her as she began to dance, her eyes flitting over to him every so often, checking to see if he was watching her. Of course, he wasn’t.  

“That’s right, babe. You work for it.” he thought, smirking to himself. He wasn’t about to give it, though, and in his arrogance, he thought Camille’s display was mainly for his benefit. It wasn’t.  

Well, maybe a tiny bit. A girl had money to earn, though. Where the man she desired so heavily was concerned, she was determined not to break, almost as much as he was adamant that he wouldn’t make the first move on her. She would come to him. As it turned out, though, an external force acted upon the latter, spurring him toward her, but not because of anything relating to his attraction to her.  

Keeping his focus on Kellie, he heard the commotion before turning his head, seeing a guy reaching up to make a grab for Camille’s legs, attempting to yank her onto his lap but only succeeding in sending her off her seven-inch heels and onto her butt. He could have left it to the bouncer, but instinct kicked in, EZ crossing the ten-foot gap faster than the security and hauling the man back by his collar.  

“She isn’t yours to fucking grab at, bro! What’s wrong with you?” he yelled at him, the bouncer giving him an appreciative nod before swiftly taking over, hauling the man from his grasp and out of the club. He then turned to Camille. “Are you alright?”  

She winced, trying to arrange herself in a less mortifying position, her right butt cheek feeling both numb and on fire with pain. “Yeah, yeah I guess.”

She was attempting to play it down, he understood that. “Can I do anything?”

“Help me down?” He nodded, reaching under her legs and wrapping an arm around her back, lifting her off the stage. He noticed a distinct lack of care from her fellow dancers, the bouncer jogging back over to make sure she was alright, though.  

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay. Thanks, Samuel,” she reassured him, sighing, not looking forward to the likely huge bruise she’d have to cover in body makeup in order to keep looking pristine while she worked.  

“Cool. I’ll go and tell Martin what happened.” He exchanged another nod with EZ before leaving to head up to the owner, Martin Yorke’s office and inform him of the incident.  

Turning to him, Camille smiled, leaning to kiss his cheek. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.” Wanting to move away from where she was being stared at, she began to limp around to the seating section, kicking her shoes off on the way, EZ following. “I appreciate you for doing so, though.”

He frowned slightly, taking a seat beside her. “You’re welcome. Women shouldn’t be grabbed at like they’re property.”

She shrugged, dropping her chin a little. “I’m used to it.”  

Lowering his head, he caught her eye, frowning. “You shouldn’t have to be, Camille.”

Immediately, she sat up a little straighter. “How do you know my name?”

“I know a lot of things.” He paused for a second, studying her face, feeling himself pulled in by her all over again. “Including that you shouldn’t put up with that bullshit.”

Her eyebrows fluttered a little, Camille touching her tongue against her top lip momentarily. “But yours is okay, right?”  

He felt a little affronted, not expecting her to be the type to call him out on it. Perhaps she wasn’t quite as meek as he’d thought. He recovered well, though. “I didn’t try to yank you off a stage.”

“No,” she began, cocking her head to the side, “but you did expect me to go home with you on Tuesday, and then came back here yesterday with the express purpose of ignoring me in favour of Raven because I refused. And then the same tonight, but with Kellie”  

“Is that bullshit, really?”  

“Some might say so.”

He snorted softly. “All I want to do is take you home and give you a damned good time. Is that really such an inconceivable idea, that two adults who find each other attractive actually admit to that and go and do something about it?”  

Direct, to the point. No dancing around it, as it were. Before she could answer, though, they were joined by her boss.  

“Camille, you okay, hon?” Martin asked, his eyes flitting between her and EZ a couple of times, a small frown denting his forehead.  

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, just sore and a little shaken,” she confessed with a small shrug, Martin nodding. As strip club bosses went, Martin was a pretty good guy. He wasn’t a pervert, he wasn’t unfair, and he absolutely did not tolerate any of his employees being disrespected. The guy who had grabbed her would never be allowed back within The Luna Lounge. It was a small consolation for the fact that if they reported the guy in question for assault, usually nothing was done about it. Martin had been in the game for long enough to know that girls working under the banner of sex worker were not offered much respect from the authorities, if any at all.  

“Take the rest of the night off, go rest and I’ll see you Tuesday. Here, take your fee back, too.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out two fifties, handing them to her. Each girl had to pay a fee to the club of a hundred dollars a night to dance, and a percentage of what they earned from private dances. Stage earnings were not cut into. With that, he left them to it, EZ immediately turning back to face her.  

“So, that admitting?”  

She had to admire his tenacity, laughing softly, shaking her head. With the rest of the night off, and the tension between them doing nothing but mounting deliciously, she considered this the universe giving her the chance for a do over. She’d ended up regretting not going home with him before. Why do so twice?  

He was right. They were adults, they were attracted to one another, so why not do something about it? The chivalrous nature of him coming to her rescue in the wake of her being mauled had, in her mind, cancelled out the bullshit, his need to make her jealous. Besides, him doing that in the first place, was it really bullshit? Or creatively trying to get her attention?  

Either way, her mind was made up. “Do you want to come back to my place?”

The way his face lit up as the smile spread across it, oh! He was so hot. “Yeah, I do.”  

“Give me five minutes to go collect my stuff, and I’ll meet you outside.” Getting up, she was a little easier on her feet, only a slight limp to her otherwise feline glide, EZ standing and heading towards the doors, pulling his cell out as he approached his bike, leaning back against it while making a necessary call.  

“Hey Gus, you alright? Bouncer didn’t rough you up too much, did he?”  

“Nah, just threw me on my ass, bro,” Gus grumbled, lighting a cigarette. “You nearly fucking choked me out when you grabbed my collar, though!”

EZ laughed. “Yeah, sorry about that. Thanks, though. See you around.”  

Gus grinned as he ended the call. He had absolutely no idea why the president of the Santo Padre charter of the Mayans had wanted him to grab onto that specific girl, and he hadn’t asked either. He knew though, as a street hustler, if men in greater seats of power wanted a favour and were prepared to pay well, it was always better to take the cash and keep them happy.  

True, EZ likely could have simply used his own charm to get Camille into bed with him, but he sensed it would take considerably longer than he would have liked, so he cut a few corners. Also, he wasn’t prepared to bend to her either. His ego didn’t allow for it.  

What little good was left within him did feel a tiny slither of regret that she’d ended up hurt, but bruises were minor. And he’d make sure he gave her such a good time, she’d forget all about it. Most, if not all women forgot their troubles when they had him between their legs.  

His attention was diverted away from reading a message from his father when Camille exited the club, looking considerably more casual than he’d expected. Blue skinny jeans, a pair of tan Ugg boots, and a grey t shirt that sloped off of one shoulder. Even dressed down, she was still exquisite, though.  

“My place is fifteen minutes away; the red Mustang is mine. Try to keep up.” Her little eyebrow raise made him snort laughing despite his resolve, turning to look at the car she’d just clicked her key fob in the direction of.  

“Nice ride,” he commented.

“Oh yes. I am.” She was funny, he liked that, once again laughing. “What’s your name, by the way? I feel like I should know that already.”  

“EZ. Short for Ezekiel.”

She nodded, hitching her bag up onto her shoulder a little higher. “I’ll see you back at my place then, EZ.” She leaned in, making like she was going to kiss him, only to move away again, her fingernail trailing his neck. It was an action that had anticipation fizzing through him. Camille knew exactly what she was doing, even though she had no idea the extent of the games he was playing against her in engineering all of this.  

Throwing her bag in the trunk, she got into her car, grumbling a little when her butt stung in pain. Damn that fucking guy, but at least she’d landed on something fleshy, rather than her hip or side. “Oh well. You’re about to have your mind taken off it nicely.” she muttered to herself as she started the engine, four hundred and fifty horses ready and primed to charge beneath the hood, the V8 engine roaring as she pulled out from her place and shot across the parking lot.  

She’d always said that once she earned a decent living, she’d buy herself the car to reflect such. Between her day job, stripping and her Onlyfans modelling page, she earned decently enough to afford something nice, as well as a house in one of the better areas of Santo Padre. She wasn’t made of money, the nature of her work not always reliable and meaning some months were a scrape to make the mortgage and car repayments, but she was comfortable enough.  

Camille had only ever seen stripping as a way to see herself through college, until she’d qualified as a beautician, but having gotten used to the money, she had now set herself another goal which the meagre salary of a beauty therapist wasn’t enough to accomplish. She was saving to be able to open her own salon, hopefully followed by a chain.  

At twenty five, she had hoped to be there already, but previous debts on a home she’d shared with her ex, a home he’d absconded from and left her with a tonne on rent arrears around her neck had somewhat cut into her finances over the past five years, hence even more reason to continue stripping as well as working at a salon during the day. She was often tired, but she had what she needed, financial independence.  

Camille Smith would never again rely on a man for anything, even his share of the rent, hence why as soon as she was financially able, she’d bought the simple, modest home she pulled up to exactly seventeen minutes after leaving The Luna Lounge, a large Harley pulling onto the drive behind her car seconds later.  

She thought she was free of the bad men of her past, but as she walked up the drive, she had no idea how truly dark to the core the one walking behind her was. When his lips began to press kisses against the bare flesh of her shoulder as she opened her front door, darkness was the furthest thing she felt from him.

When he turned her around and brought his mouth to hers, all Camille experienced was fire, kicking the door shut before bouncing up into his strong arms, the inferno between them raging, as they knew it would as soon as they gave in.  

[greenlodgecypher]

Crying Diamonds, 6/6

"One of them made a bad turn.

There's a long hallways on the first floor, with several doorways that close across it; I'd unlocked enough to move around, but hadn't bothered with others. He meant to run right out the front, I think. Well, he got as far as a locked pair of double doors, and I closed the other end of the hallway right on him. None of the doors he could get to would open for him." I grinned, then. Eliot looked a bit shocked. "I locked him in there and then took another way outside. "They had a car parked halfway down the driveway; if the situation had been any less serious, I'd have laughed at how fast they ran. They, yes; the one who got out had picked up another friend by then, too. One of them threw down a rock as they left. They got away, of course." I sipped at my wineglass. "I'm not a runner. I don't know what they expected; they might have thought I had a gun." "After that, then, it was a matter of calling the police and investigating the grounds while I still could. They'd gotten into the basement through one of those angled, flat cellar doors outside. They broke the lock. It was here that they'd found the breaker boxes; that explained the power outage. I thought the basement door in the kitchen was locked; but it turned out that it was only latched, and that from the basement side. They'd been able to open it after all. From there, they'd gotten into the rest of the house. In retrospect, I'd heard them moving around that morning, I think." I sighed. "I need to learn to pay more attention. "I don't know how long they'd been in the house; they'd left the basement door open, but I think one of them had done that on his rapid departure. Snow hadn't accumulated on the steps. It'd have been a beastly cold night to spend ouside, though, for all the sneaking around and whistling they did." "Whistling?" Sayers said. "Ah, yes." I pulled the thing out and held it out to her. The potato-sized ceramic skull was suitably unexpected, and she shivered a bit in surprise. "This is what I'd initially mistaken for a rock. It's a whistle! The originals were excavated at a temple in Mexico City, and there's various uses theorized for them, but no one really knows their proper use. This one is modern, of course. I can't comment on the level of taste in its sculpture; the originals have a specific style of skull design, and this one was made larger and far more theatrical-looking." I passed it around, and when it came back to me, held it up to my lips. "But the sculptor understood their craft when it came to its use as an instrument. Just listen." The resulting scream—for it really did sound like a scream—filled the room. I kept it brief.

"You can see, then, how effective they are if your listener is unprepared. The miscreant I stuck in the hallway had a bagpipe bladder to power his! Supernatural screams, indeed. Little did they know that I have instruments to confirm that sort of thing." "It's hard to prove a negative," Sawyer commented. "Yes, and I wore out their patience before I came to a conclusion, I think," I said. "But at any rate, they tipped their hand too soon. After the officers arrived, it was out of my hands. The trapped burglar was arrested; with his cooperation, it was easy for them to track down his friends, and very soon it was all out to air. I was lucky I'd nabbed one; I don't think the police would ever have found them otherwise." "Surely they'd have looked," Sayers said. I raised my eyebrows at her, and continued. "Wouldn't you know it! My fake banshees were friends of our young nephew here. A few more of those whistles were in his apartment. His escaped friends had gone straight there to catch him up on the news. "They'd been the ones to cause the howling at Mother's business, of course. They'd taken some time to track me down, which is why I had kept the necklace for a few days without incident; but they'd staked out the area and one of them saw me when I was getting groceries. From there, they set about their banshee business at the manor. I shrugged. "The nephew pretended to be outraged, but the evidence was against him. His friends insisted that he'd been involved. In the end, he came clean; he'd concocted the entire story, and his uncle had bought it wholesale. He'd had his uncle 'haunted' before us, you see. The nephew's been charged with all sorts of things. Conspiracy, fraud, I don't know all the details. "His uncle, G, was outraged. At first he didn't want to believe it; but when it was made clear that he'd been had, and he'd given up the necklace for next to nothing, he was livid. It was a scandal, after all, and he'd been taken for a fool. "He even tried to accuse my mother of being part of it somehow. Of devaluing the necklace; telling him the jewels were pastes, or something, just to have someone else to blame. I suppose he bends the truth as much as his nephew liked to. Fortunately Mother keeps good records; it didn't fly, and she was able to square things away to his satisfaction. Mr. G got his jewels back; Mother got her sale price returned to her; that was all fine in the end. "And that's that," I said. “Why go to all the trouble?” Eliot said, clearly amused. “Wasn't the nephew the heir to begin with?" “Fraud, of course,” I said. “The nephew wanted the money now; and possibly to avoid estate taxes. The necklace was not as it was presented to Mother: without box or documentation. In fact, the nephew had those in his possession the entire time. The necklace, safely abandoned by Mr. G, was to be snapped up by a buyer from your mother, at whatever reduced price it could command. I believe one of the banshee-men would have played the part of buyer. Once the necklace was reunited with its box and papers, the conspirators would have been in apparently legitimate possession of a valuable piece, to be auctioned off. The proceeds would be split between them. The net return would have been considerable. “Or, at any rate, such was their plan; the trials are still underway. The nephew's been disinherited, of course.” “It’s a pity your mother didn’t get to keep the diamonds,” Sayers said. I shrugged. “I suppose. They really were hideous.”

[obxsummer]

Revelations // Ghost of You

summary: obx's annual bonfire is here and for the pogues, that means throwing punches and shotgunning some beers. except, this time there's vicious arrows, sarah's back on the cut, and you're dragged back into your own personal hell.

warnings: suicidal thoughts, angst, panic attacks, cursing, the usual

a/n: i love me some angst baby WHOOP WHOOP

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Hushed whispers were hard to avoid while you moved from table to table at the Wreck. Sure, you had grown used to avoiding the negative comments as best as possible, but Ward Cameron was dead and the island was reeling over it. You knew the whole story wasn’t out yet but it was soon to come, that wasn’t hard to miss. School was the same, rushed whispers and odd looks in the hall that had you hiding behind the boys more than ever.

You were doing your best to keep everything together but it was hard to get back on your feet after being torn down for so long. You could tell the Pogues were doing their best to get you and John B back into commission. Kie was pulling you out of bed most days, especially keeping you together at work. JJ held you at night, never questioning your tears. Pope was tiptoeing a little bit, but you appreciated his simple actions like packing lunch for you to take to work, or the sudden upkeep in your favorite snacks. You friends were pulling together when you needed them and for that, you’d be forever grateful.

Pope had been given permission to Denmark’s diary that was recovered which continued to give your group clues as to where to go next. The warm afternoon air danced across the porch as you lounged across the couch with your feet in Kie’s lap. The beer in your hand was empty and you didn’t question where they had suddenly appeared from. 

“This diary proves that both the gold and the Cross of Santo Domingo were on the Royal Merchant,” Pope discovered as he handed the diary over to Kie.

“Why didn’t we find it in the well then?” JJ asked as he flipped his lighter between his fingers before rolling over to face you guys. “I mean, if Denmark was able to get this, like, bedazzled cross off of the merchant to shore, why didn’t he just hide it with the gold?”

“Because it was too big,” You offered as you reached up to grab the lighter from the boy’s fingers to hold in your own. 

Pope nodded in agreement. “He had to hide it someplace else. Right before he was hung, Denmark Tanny said he buried the treasure at the foot of the angel.”

John B, Kie, and Pope delved into more questions that didn’t really have answers. You zoned out, watching the silver metal in your hand move with your wishes, a bright flame flickering now and then as a distraction. JJ must’ve gotten bored with it before he hopped up and interrupted the conversation. “You know what always helps me figure shit out? Smoking beers and drinking weed. The ideas just pour out of me. If we just sit here, and try to figure this out, we’re gonna get nowhere. But if we get creative and go to this bonfire tonight, maybe we’ll get somewhere.”

“Well, I just got disowned by my parents, and I’m an official member of the I-have-nothing-to-lose club.”

“Pope?” The two boys had a mini staring competition before JJ was rushing to explain his idea further. “Look, look. Think about how much you could think if you just gave your brain a rest.”

Pope hesitated for a moment as the trio listened in eager anticipation. “Okay, fine.” Excited bursts followed his statement before all eyes fell on you.

With a groan, you shifted to lay on your side so you could see them. “I don’t know guys.”

Kie tapped your legs anxiously. “Come on, Y/N! It’ll be fun! We can just have a few drinks, chill on the beach. It’ll be a nice, easy evening.”

“Yeah but the Kooks are gonna be there,” You whined as you pouted slightly. “That’s mood killer enough.”

“Come on babe,” JJ pleaded as he stood directly above you, finger poking your nose gently. “You know you want to.”

You kept eye contact with him for a second and truly pondered the option. You knew you wouldn’t be able to tell them no, but as hard as you tried to get yourself out of the rut you were in, it was proving difficult. You knew going into a crowd wouldn’t help that feeling go away, but you also didn’t want to disappoint them.

“Fine, I’ll go.”

--

Your stomach was in knots as you sat on your bed later that evening. Kie had laid out an outfit - some simple jean shorts and a cute top. You stole one of the boys’ flannels from the kitchen chair, knowing the air would get chilly. Plus, not that you would admit it, but it made you feel better about going anyway. Not that they needed to know that.

“There you are.” JJ’s smile was unmissable as you walked onto the screened in porch where he was smoking with Kie. He could tell you were nervous and wanted to do his best to help as much as he could.

“Hi.” You returned the gesture before sitting next to him and snatching a drink from the cooler in front of you. “Where’s JB and Pope?”

“Bullshitting on the Pogue,” Kie explained as she waved towards the water. “I’m really glad you’re coming with us tonight. I think it’ll be a good change for you.”

You nodded, still feeling uncertain but you could feel the weight on you lift slightly. This was supposed to be fun, and if John B could pull himself out of bed to do it, you had no reason not to. You knew it would take a little more than usual but you wanted to be back to normal and leave this funk behind you.

“Come on, let’s go get them.” Kie reached down to grab a few spare drinks before leading the way down the dock towards where the two boys were lounging on the boat. Neither of them glanced up at your footsteps which led you to believe they didn’t even know you were there. 

JJ’s finger slipped into your belt loop to tug you closer in comfort before tossing a beer in the air without warning. “Hot potato, hot potato, hot potato two!”

Both John B and Pope sat up with the intrusive flying cans and attempted to catch their own. “Oh shit!”

“I need another one!”

“Hey!”

“I’ll take that.”

“Alright,” You laughed at their antics before gently throwing an unopened can to your brother. “What are you guys doing down here? Having a good cry?” You pulled yourself up to sit on the wooden railing, kicking your legs lightly as you gave them a teasing smile.

John B flipped you off and shotgunned his drink while Pope scoffed, “Cry?”

“Cry?” Your brother repeated the word again once he finished. “What are you talking about -- we don’t cry.” You rolled your eyes at his dismissive behavior but it was painfully obvious he had been crying not too long ago. 

“You know it’s not your fault, right?” Kie told him.

John B looked away from her and out towards the water. “You think she’ll come around?”

“Yeah, dude,” Kie answered instantly. “She’s one of us.”

Your brother’s frown shifted into a smirk as he messed around with his hair. “Sarah’s a Pogue. She’ll come around. Yep. You know, she’ll come back to me. Right. You know, I was just thinking about it. I’m gonna do a backflip.”

You gave him a weird look as he pointed eagerly towards the water. “You’re lying.”

“I won’t do it?”

“You won’t.”

“You got any money?”

“Hold my beer that you already dropped.”

“I wanna see you do it!”

John B didn’t wait for another comment before flipping off the side of the boat into the water below. Various cheers rang out between you, JJ, Kie, and Pope as he rose back to the surface. You knew John B would bounce back relatively fast after the situation the other day. You were glad he could, but it wasn’t hard to miss the fact that he was putting on a brave face for everyone.

The bonfire was already massive when you guys finally got there. Kooks, Pogues, and a handful of tourons crowded the area and music was rattling your ears the second you hopped out of the van. Your eyes widened in surprise as you let JJ guide you along as he conversed with John B about Sarah.

“In the meantime, shotgun, right now. Just like the old days,” JJ interrupted whatever rant John B was on to lean down and grab three beers from the case on the ground. He handed one to you and dug for a couple more to shove into his pockets for later.

“Hey, derelicts!” The yell came before a somewhat empty cup was being tossed towards you. You winced as a few drops hit your skin and redirected your gaze to where a brunette girl was staring at the three of you intently. You recognized her as Rachel, a girl from your school that literally never spoke to any of you outside of now. 

JJ took one look at your face and knew it was time to move before you let out your aggression on the girl in front of you. “There she is. That’s you. We’re out of here.” JJ pushed the can into John B’s chest before grabbing your hand and guiding you away from the two.

“Fucking hell,” You grumbled once you found a spot up on the concrete wall to sit. The bonfire burned below you where more people were crowded around. You didn’t hesitate to pop a hole in your can and shotgun it back in hopes that it would lessen some of your anxiety.

“Shit, babe. Already pissed?” JJ raised his hands in defense when you gave him a sharp glare. “Sorry, that’s on me.”

You shook your head and leaned against his shoulder, pulling your leg up to your chest. “No, I just… will never get used to people doing shit like that with you two. Couldn’t be me.”

“No,” JJ laughed but you could tell he wasn’t making fun of you. “It’s not you, but you don’t have to worry about that with me anymore.”

You couldn’t tell if you were overthinking but you looked over at him with curious eyes. JJ never scared you, and you were never afraid to show him exactly what you were thinking. “What’s that mean?”

JJ noticed his slip up and quickly downed his drink before facing you. “Look, um. I mean, shit. Come on, Y/N/N. We’ve been straight up flirting for like two weeks now, and let’s be honest. I…I, you’re everything for me, okay? And I’m sorry if that terrifies you but I have to tell you. I know you’re going through it right now and I’m willing to hold off, if-if you’re even interested but-”

“JJ.” You took his hesitation as enough of an answer and placed your hand on his cheek to get him to look at you. His eyes were wide in anticipation, causing a small smile to form on your face. “Shut the fuck up.” In two seconds, you had your lips on his. In four, his hand was on your waist after the shock wore off. After eight, people noticed and broke into noise which finally broke the two of you apart. 

You knew your cheeks were warm with the attention focused on the two of you and dug your face into JJ’s shirt sleeve. He, however, thought it was the funniest thing ever and raised his arms in the air as an expression of a win. 

“What the hell!” Kiara’s voice pulled you back into the limelight as you looked down at her. Her mouth was wide open in a jaw-shattering smile. “About time you two! Holy shit, Pope!” Her hand tugged his shirt sleeve aggressively even though he was already watching. 

You tossed back with a middle finger before ignoring her as she continued to freak out. Your eyes scanned the crowd briefly to see if John B was in sight before you landed on him. He was next to Rachel, the same girl from earlier and to your shock, Sarah Cameron was standing in the conversation. 

Deciding that could wait for later, you finally met JJ’s gaze again to see him staring at you adoringly. “What?” You laughed slightly at his awestruck expression. “Are you gonna say something?”

“Pleasebemygirlfriend.”

With a laugh, you grabbed his hand in yours and nodded. “That’s obvious, J. But I’m not saving you when John B decides to kick your ass.”

“I can take him!” He fired back instantly and puffed his chest out in effect. “I’ve got it. Don’t you worry.”

Shaking your head, you faced back towards the bonfire below you and returned your head to his shoulder. Sounds of arguing had you turning to see Topper now by Sarah’s side, the three of them shouting at each other. Phones began popping up to film and that was enough to send your heart racing. 

You and JJ took off down the stairs in a split second, bumping into Kie and Pope along the way. You skidded to a stop in time to see Kelce shove himself in between Topper and John B, yelling insults as he did. “Whatcha gonna do, John B? Kill me like you killed Sheriff Peterkin? Huh? Do something!”

Your brother flipped around with such veracity that you could’ve missed it in a blink. His fist connected with Kelce’s cheek and knocked him back before Topper was suddenly back in the mix. You stared with wide eyes as JJ and Pope didn’t hesitate to throw themselves into the fury of hands. 

“Move!” Your shout had people turning as you began to push your way towards the altercation with hopes that one of the boys would chill out if you intervened. 

“Bitch!” The returned call had you looking to your left in fury to see Rachel push Sarah to the ground intentionally. 

With a newfound rage, and a misplaced aggression ready to burst, you flew towards her. “Hey Rachel!” She barely looked towards you before your hands landed on her shoulders and shoved her back, watching as she collided with the concrete beneath her. “Don’t fucking touch her!” Glancing down at Sarah, you offered her your hand to help pull her up. “Are you okay?”

The question was left unanswered as Rachel got up with a new attitude. “What the hell? Whose side are you on?” Her leg kicked out against your hip causing you to tumble to the ground. You hissed as your hands scraped against the concrete. 

With a groan, you were right back on your feet. You didn’t hesitate to push yourself into her personal space, eyes glaring intently. “First of all, she’s my friend, so watch who you put your hands on next time. Second of all-” There was a split second between your words before you threw a nasty punch to her cheek. The crowd around you gasped in shock as she stumbled back. “Stay the hell away from my brother.”

Turning sharply, you moved straight back to where the boys were still throwing hands. Your fingers latched onto the collar of Topper’s shirt before you yanked back aggressively. He choked momentarily, hands leaving John B’s throat as he was thrown off balance. He looked up, ready to get into another fight with whoever stopped him before he realized it was you. “Y/N, get out of here before you get hurt.”

“Topper, I spent months locked in the same house as Rafe,” You sneered as you stepped between him and John B. “Don’t fucking tell me what to do, and don’t talk to me about getting hurt.”

With a snide glare, Topper was brushing blood off his cheek and collecting Kelce from Pope and JJ to scramble away. Yelling continued from both sides of the island as they all argued with each other while you busied yourself with collecting John B from the floor. JJ, Kie, and Pope tumbled into the two of you before you all took off towards the van. 

—

The adrenaline was still pumping when you all finally pulled up at the Chateau where the lights lit up the yard.. 

“Well, that was a little unexpected,” JJ commented when he came back from grabbing drinks. You were still in the passenger seat, feet up on the dash as you left the door to hang open with fresh air. John B was crumbled into the back corner of the van, a cold beer can pressed against his already bruising face. Kie was behind you on the bench with her back against the driver’s seat, eyes intently watching your brother. 

“Was it though?” She asked rhetorically as she took a drink from JJ. She looked exhausted, probably still coming down from the rush. 

Pope was in the driver’s seat with his head resting against the steering wheel. Reaching over, you gently grabbed his shoulder to shift him back before your fingers redirected his chin. His left eye was swollen from someone’s hand colliding with it. He gave you a half-assed smile as you handed over a cold beer can for him to put on it. 

“Hey, maybe she’ll come around,” JJ tried to encourage John B as best as possible. His fingers reached into the doorway for you to catch on your own. You wanted to curl up with him on the couch and just go to bed after everything. 

“It’s like everything that happened to us didn’t matter,” John B whispered quietly. You closed your eyes and let out a deep breath, trying to rid yourself of the still presenting shaking from the fight.

Fingers tapped on your thigh for you to open your eyes again. “Who got you all banged up, pretty girl?” JJ brushed a few loose pieces of gravel and dirt from your busted knee and the side of your leg. You hadn’t even noticed the injury in the chaos but the burn was starting to settle in. 

“Oh my God, you guys missed it!” You could practically hear the smile in Kie’s face. “After JJ and Y/N got done making out-”

“Making out?!”

“She rocked the shit out of Rachel! Like ass on the grass and everything,” Kie finished as she looked over to you. You rolled your eyes at her explanation, ignoring your brother’s frantic questions in the background. 

“That’s a bit dramatic…”

“No, no. It was awesome. She was all ‘don’t fucking touch her’ about Sarah and then BOOM ‘stay the hell away from my brother’! Pretty badass if you ask me,” Kie recountered, mocking your voice in quotations. 

JJ’s gaze met yours as you gave him a half-smile, his hand grabbing yours as his thumb ghosted over your bruised knuckles. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” You let him pull you from the van and into the house. Your knees weren’t that bad, but they looked pretty gnarly since you hadn’t had a chance to clean the dried blood and dirt from them. A quick wipe down with a wet towel and they would be fine.

“I hope I didn’t overwhelm you at the party,” JJ spoke quietly as he tried to clean the scrapes as best as possible. 

You were sitting on the counter, leaning against the cabinets with your hands out to support you. “Not at all, J. I think it’s been coming for a while now. We just needed a push.”

“Yeah,” He laughed slightly with his reply. “I meant it all though. I love you.” He stood back up to his full height, tossing the dirty paper towel in the garbage before stepping between your legs to push his arms under yours on the counter. “Meant every bit of it.”

You shifted, hands coming up to rest on his cheeks as his arms moved to wrap around your waist. “I love you too.” The affirmation was met with a strong kiss as he pulled you closer. JJ felt like home in every way possible. Ever since he pulled you out of the Camerons’ house that night, you associated that feeling with him. That rush of comfort, peace, warmth. It was all him. 

“Oh, so this is what Kie meant in the van.” John B’s voice interrupted the moment as you both turned to look at him. “Gross, on my counter too.”

“It’s as much your counter as mine,” You contradicted as you took JJ’s hand to hop off the surface. “But yes, this is what Kie meant in the van. I hope that’s okay.”

John B gave you a wild look at your ask. “Why are you asking me? I don’t give a shit.” You gave him a deadpanned look. “Okay, I do give a shit. Just please don’t end up like me and Sarah, okay? It was hard enough to see you after everything with the Camerons and I can’t do it again.”

“Deal,” You agreed with a smile.

The three of you grabbed more drinks before heading outside to join Pope and Kie by the fire. Plopping in a chair between your brother and JJ, you grabbed a skewer to roast a marshmallow on before leaning for the gooey snack to be warmed up. 

“I’ve had more black eyes in the last month than I’ve ever had,” Pope joked as he cracked open a new drink and took a seat in the bag chair next to JJ. 

The blond boy next to you laughed. “That was building up for years. Rumble in the jungle.” He tried to pull his marshmallow off only to grimace when he burned his finger. Shaking your head at his carelessness, you sat back and pulled your legs up on your seat once you deemed your marshmallow cooked enough. 

“Hey, did you really stick up for Sarah?” John B sat next to you, a flannel now over his t-shirt to keep the chill air off his skin. 

You gave him a side glance and continued making your s’more. “Of course I did. I know you guys are going through it but she’s not a real Kook.”

“Right.” John B didn’t want to admit it, but when you blew up on him on the beach before the cops showed up, he feared your relationship with Sarah was shattered beyond repair. That would’ve been a nightmare for him. Sure it was hard to convince Kie in the beginning to give the Cameron girl a chance, but if you and Sarah hated each other, that was the worst case scenario to John B. “I just want one bite, that looks-”

Too focused on JJ’s battle with his marshmallow, you didn’t have time to defend yourself from your brother completely stealing your perfected s’more. “What are you doing? Bro, stop!” You smacked John B’s shoulder in retaliation as he licked the remainders off his fingers.

Turning to your boyfriend, JJ was quick to move his messy one out of reach. “You’re not having any of mine.” You gaped at him over the fact that he wouldn’t even spare you a bite when yours was just stolen in front of your eyes.

“Dude, come on!”

“Don’t dude me! This is my s’more!”

You made the move to attack the boy next to you until he caved but John B’s hand latched on your flannel and tugged you into your seat. “Hey, hey. Shh, somebody’s here.”

Silence fell across the five of you as you locked eyes with JJ. “If it’s Rafe…” You trailed off, expression dropping to one of full fear that had him climbing out of his seat. “Do you have your gun?”

“Oh, now you want the gun!”

“J!” You hissed as you grabbed his sleeve. “Seriously?”

“Shut up!” John B hushed you as he started to walk towards the source of the noise. “Hey, who’s out there?”

“You Kooks better not try anything!” Kie called out as she stepped over the log she had been sitting on to follow him. JJ grabbed the metal pole off the ground that they had sharpened to poke the fire, leaving you and Pope to bring up the end.

“How y’all doing?” A man stepped around the corner who you recognized as Limbrey’s guard dog from the other day. “Lovely evening we’re having. Look, I uh, I don’t hold a grudge with any of y’all, alright? But this can go hard or this can go easy. You know what I’m here for.” He made a show of patting himself down and spinning so you could see there were no obvious weapons. The five of you stood silently after he had finished his monologue, which was apparently annoying to him. “Let me give you a little demonstration. You see that swing right there?”

Eyes focusing, you realized he was talking about the swing directly in front of you and JJ. Your boyfriend didn’t flinch at the rhetorical question, instead keeping silent as the man continued. “I’ve got the best bow hunters in the Army Rangers with me. Hidden.” 

JJ hummed in supposed belief and placed his hand on the right rope that held the swing up. The dude let out a whistle and there was instantly a sharp noise of an arrow that sliced through the left rope, inches from your arm before it lodged into the tree next to you. Choking on a gasp, you stepped away from the weapon that had become a little too close for comfort. 

“Now, they’re out there. They’ll stick you just as soon as I say so,” The man continued before he turned to approach Pope. You saw JJ shift in front of you, the metal bar in the air to attack before another sharp whistle rang out and landed inches from his shoe. “Ah, ah, ah. We clear?” You frowned as the man reached out to lessen JJ’s defense stance. 

The tension shifted as Pope reached into his pocket where the key had been hiding. He took a second to look at it before closing his fist around it tightly. “This key belongs to my family.”

The guy turned around to face where you, JJ, Kie, and John B stood behind him. He let out a sarcastic laugh. “I’m losing my patience with you, Pope.” He put his fingers in his mouth and prepared to let out another whistle until your friend shifted to hand the object over. The man grasped it quickly before pointing in Pope’s face.

“You did the right thing, kid. Knowing when you don’t have a choice is an underappreciated talent. You be safe.” He turned to leave, not forgetting to make a sarcastic comment at JJ that had you sending him a sharp glare as he disappeared out of view.

When the yard was clear, Pope let out a deep breath. “I am so sick of this shit.” He didn’t wait for anyone’s response before he left you all behind to go hide in the Chateau. You watched him go with a pang of sadness. 

JJ threw the metal pole down in a fit of anger before stomping towards the fire that was still burning steadily. You crossed your arms over your chest in a self-hug as you watched the scene in front of you. This rollercoaster of up and down was never easy, but you just hoped at some point here soon, there would be a win for all of you.

After giving it a minute, you moved forward to crouch in front of JJ. “Hey.” You gently pulled his hands from where they were holding his head so he would look at you. “Wanna go to bed?” Giving a silent nod, he let you pull him up from his seat. You gave John B and Kie a tight lipped smile before walking towards the house. 

Pope had already settled on the pull-out in the light of the TV. You two shuffled quietly across the wooden floor into your room before closing the door as quietly as possible. JJ pulled his shirt off and jumped on the bed as you ducked into the attached bathroom to brush your teeth and change into some comfier clothing. You couldn’t believe how much had happened in such a short time of the night, but you could tell you needed to sleep on it to process.

Having JJ in your bed wasn’t entirely new, and you tried not to think about it too much when you walked back in to see his bare back turned towards you. After flipping the light switch off, you crawled into the open spot to face him with your fingers gliding across his smooth skin. You pressed a small kiss between his shoulder blades before tucking your left arm around his waist and curling into his form.

You could just hope when you woke up in the morning, this would still be real.

--

It was still very much real the next morning when you woke up to the sunlight in your room and JJ’s arm holding you tightly to his chest. It didn’t take long before everyone in the house was up and moving to relax on the porch, various remainders of breakfast food lingering around that you would pick up later. 

JJ had flopped on the couch first, leaving you to crawl on top of him to continue to steal his warmth despite the hoodie you were wearing. He didn’t seem to mind and let you lie on his chest while his hands clasped on the small of your back. Your eyes were heavy while he conversed with the boys, and once Kie placed a blanket over the two of you, you threatened to dive back into slumber at any second. 

The sound of the screen door opening kept you from doing so as JJ called out a greeting. You shifted to see Sarah clambering her way across the wooden deck to stand in front of you. You had to admit, you were surprised to see her on your side of the island so quickly after the bonfire.

“Shouldn’t you be on Figure Eight with your little group of polo players? Or did you break up with Topper?” John B’s attitude was obvious and it made you roll your eyes. 

“He’s just a friend.”

“Just a friend,” John B scoffed at the explanation and barely spared a look at her. “Seems like you got a lot of friends, Sarah Cameron.”

“Yeah, and it seems like you’ve got some of your own too!” She quipped right back. You were glad she was comfortable to still come around regardless of her relationship with your brother.

Knowing he was in a losing argument, John B sat up straight. “Alright, what are you doing here?”

“John Booker!” You groaned at his shitty attitude and flipped him the middle finger so he would shut up. He dismissed you with a returned flip off.

Sarah wasn’t too phased by the negativity and ignored him. “Actually, I’m here for Pope. I think I found the Island Room.”

--

There wasn’t much of an explanation needed before you were all climbing into the van with your destination set on her house. As the group delved into conversation at what they had found so far, you couldn’t bring yourself to add any input. 

Going back to the Camerons’ house meant going back to Rafe and it meant putting yourself back into that headspace that you were still trying to escape. You didn’t know if you were able to do that anymore. The world had been chipping away at the foundation you had built your whole life and you wondered when it would crack under the weight of everything else. 

When John B pulled up to the back patio doors, it took everything in you not to throw up your breakfast. You could practically hear the screams echoing from the windows the second you laid eyes on them. Tugging your jacket closer, you let JJ grab your hand to lead you along, opting to close your eyes in hopes that you could just follow his guidance and not have to relive the memories.

The creeks of the house around you were chilling and you could tell by the surrounding silence that nobody else was home. Letting out a breath, you froze the second the light wasn’t visible anymore and with your luck, JJ’s hand dropped from yours. 

“Woo!” He whistled in astonishment. You stopped cold, someone running into your back as your eyes snapped open to see the old grandfather clock against the wall ahead of you and the all-too-well known door to the left of it. Your friends followed Sarah’s lead into the room across the hall, leaving you to yourself.

“This place still freaks me out,” John B’s comment wasn’t missed and based on the proximity of his voice, you could tell he was the one who had bumped into you. He came to stand in front of you, observing the wallpaper that haunted your nightmares to this day. “You okay?”

He grabbed your elbow, shattering the trance you had placed yourself in unintentionally. Blinking quickly, you tried to keep the tears from falling and recenter yourself, convince your mind that you were safe, but it was hard when everything was so dark and crowded by the memories. Rafe’s voice was echoing in your head, Ward’s angry shouting, and just pain.

“Y/N?” John B placed both hands on your shoulders as he recognized the panic in your face. It took a split second for it to click. If he felt weird being in this house, he couldn’t imagine how you felt. He blinked and suddenly, you were kids again and you were crawling in his bed because of the tropical storm raging outside. Your dad never understood how to support you as well as he did with John B, so the older brother mantle carried a lot of weight between the two of you. 

John B always took care of you when you were kids and when your dad disappeared, the roles swapped and you took the lead. He got careless without the responsibility - careless and he took it out on you, which was the worst part. You didn’t blame him, rarely got mad, and all he did was leave you behind. He let you go through the worst part of your life by yourself and never once did you think he was coming to help you. 

“Hey, hey, hey, shh.” John B cradled your head into his chest as the glass walls you attempted to put up shattered to pieces. The sob you let out was heartwrenching as the two of you slid to the ground. John B pulled you closer as you clenched his shirt in your hands. He could tell you were struggling to breathe through it all and it broke his heart to see you like this. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. I gotcha.”

You knew he was talking to you, you could feel him, but everything was numb. Your ears were ringing, chest heaving but you couldn’t get a single gasp of air in your system. Everything hurt and you knew if you opened your eyes, it would just hurt worse because it was real all over again. 

“You’re okay, you’re okay. I’m sorry,” John B apologized as he held tighter. He knew he failed you and he hadn’t even bothered to apologize. He felt horrible - what kind of big brother leaves you to fend for yourself when you need him most. 

JJ’s form came around the corner, his eyes dropping to the ground when he saw you and John B. The distraught look on his best friend’s face sent him into a fit of concern as he dropped to the ground in front of you. “Hey, Y/N, baby. What’s wrong?” You didn’t even know JJ was there and the fact that you weren’t responding to either of them was even scarier.

“She’s having a panic attack,” John B tried to explain around your cries. The way you were grasping his shirt threatened to rip holes through the fabric and he wished he could do something to help you. Tears of his own slipped down his cheeks. He just felt so horrible knowing you were in this much pain over a situation that he put you in. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I should’ve been there. I should’ve never let this happen.”

JJ didn’t say anything, instead placing a hand on the side of your neck to try and break you out of the dizzy spell. He had only seen you like this once before, when the whole island was searching for John B and you didn’t see an ending in sight. He tried to think back to that night, how they were able to calm you down.

“Shit, shit, um.” JJ was trying to keep himself from panicking as he met John B’s gaze. Both of them were no use if they freaked out at the same time. “You gotta get her to unclench her hands a-and then she’s gotta open her eyes and see where she’s at but-but I don’t know if that’s gonna help her, dude! Clearly it’s where we’re at that’s freaking her out!”

JJ’s voice wavered in and out of your head and you could hear bits and pieces if you tried. A few seconds later, you felt someone tugging your hands from John B’s shirt and fingers intertwined with yours to prevent you from closing your fists again. The white burning pain in your head slowly loosened up and you felt a coolness against your neck. Slowly, the words started making sense and you could hear the boys talking. 

“There you go, we’re right here. It’s okay, it’s okay.”

A gulp of fresh air made its way into your lungs as you finally willed your eyes to open. JJ was kneeling in front of you, hands holding yours tightly. Once he saw you were coming to, he slowly let go to place a hand on your thigh. It took you a moment to recognize what had happened before you closed your eyes for a second to rub them aggressively. 

John B was still behind you, one arm holding you tightly as the other pressed a damp washcloth against your neck. You could feel his hand shaking with the rush of panic you had just caused. Letting your head fall back, your body finally relaxed, overcome with exhaustion. 

“Shit,” You mumbled as you let out a deep breath. “Sorry, that… I didn’t mean for that to happen.” A small drop of water hit your face and you blinked to see John B’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You shifted to sit up so you could refocus your breathing and see him better. You knew you had freaked him out and you felt horrible to think that it was your fault.

“I should’ve been there,” He choked out as the tears became heavier, his hand holding your wrist tightly. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you. And I wasn’t, and that’s my fault. I’ll never make it up to you, I know that, but I want… I want to help, so you’ve gotta let me help. Please.”

Seeing John B so upset over you was a weird feeling. You both were extremely protective over your friends, and of course you looked out for each other. Either way, you weren’t used to people telling you to lean on them, you were always the one they leaned on. And you were fine with that, it was bearable, but in moments like this, you realized how heavy you were on yourself.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered as you leaned against the wall behind you and pulled your knees up to your chest. Tears were light on your cheeks as you glanced around, convincing yourself to keep breathing as you observed the hallway surroundings. “It’s just… being back here makes it all real all over again. I-I didn’t think it would hurt this bad but um...” 

A small hiccup left your throat as you processed another memory. JJ’s hand slid across your shoulder blade to lightly massage your neck, his fingers brushing across your jawline in comfort. You had barely opened up about what specifically happened when you were with the Camerons, but clearly they could guess enough to piece it together. 

“I just see myself, trapped in there again and again, and I didn’t think anyone was coming to help,” You admitted as you tucked your face into your knees. “I was terrified, and I thought you were dead, and I just wanted it all to end. It felt like everyone just forgot I existed. I didn’t even get a chance to say bye. I got out once, and then it was so much worse. And then JJ comes to get me and you’re home and I felt like shit. I come home and you’re all excited and having a good time and it’s like I didn’t even matter.”

It was hard to share how you really felt, especially with the two people who mattered most to you, but you had to be honest. It hurt to come home and see everyone celebrating without you, and it felt even worse that JJ was the only one who bothered to come help you escape. You never held it against them, just glad to be back with your family but you knew if it were any of them, you’d be there front and center trying to do anything you possibly could.

Both boys collided with you at once, wrapping you into suffocatingly tight hugs once you finished your explanation. You clung to them, the three of you crying together in a hallway that had held so much of your lives in the span of a year. You knew things would never be the same, but from here, you could all focus on helping each other heal and move on.

“Okay… did we miss something?” Pope’s voice interrupted your peaceful moment causing the three of you to look up into your friends’ curious eyes. They had all piled out of the room to see your cuddle puddle on the floor. “Do we need to have a group therapy session?”

A teary laugh left your throat as you released John B and JJ from your hold. They were quick to stand up and bring you with them as you all got to your feet. You shook your head and forced a smile while you grabbed JJ’s hand and leaned into John B’s side. 

“Let’s get moving, we can’t let them get ahead.” Kie pulled the attention off you, something you were grateful for as you let them all pass before following along. 

There was an unspoken conclusion to your conversation, something you knew would come up later to be adjusted when you didn’t have ears listening in. As you walked with your hand in JJ’s and John B’s arm around your shoulder, you knew everything would work itself out eventually. In a perfect world, you guys wouldn’t be going on crazy adventures that prolonged your closure, but it’s a Pogue life and it’s always unpredictable. 

--

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[stormgardenscurse]

How about hcs for Jade, Floyd and Lilia with a crush on a reader who’s usually stoned face, but one day they say something really insensitive to the reader (they didn’t realize it was insensitive before it was too late) and then they start to cry

Jade

Is caught by surprise and immediately feels terrible once he realizes that the tears were very real and his fault. How could he of all people slip from his polite demeanor and hurt you? Even if he was in a bad mood, he easily recognises that it was a hasty comment from his end.

Jade knows very well what it’s like to maintain a cool front, which makes him want to reverse the last few minutes so that you wouldn’t have ended up crying. He’s always wanted to see another side of you, but if it's at the cost of something hurtful it’s clearly not worth it.

“I… I truly apologize, it was insensitive of me to say such a thing.” The words taste like sandpaper on his tongue. Jade tries to reach out to you, but stops himself - would you really want him near you immediately after that?

The rest of his apology is through little things, like giving you your favorite snacks and other doting actions (not that he’d willingly call it that). Other times he just stands next to you, like now when he got an umbrella to share with you after you forgot yours, and was walking you back.

Perhaps it was a coward’s way out, but with the rain to help cover up his nerves, Jade apologizes to you one more time where his glimpse of vulnerability is drowned out by the water. Hopefully, witnessing it will help communicate his sincerity to you.

Floyd

It takes him a moment to realize you were upset since you were faced away from him, so he kept talking without knowing. Once he does he tries to comfort you by soothingly patting your head, muttering ‘sorry’s while biting his lip; he didn’t think that would make you cry.

Floyd’s moods can vary quite quickly, but he was also good at sensing other people’s emotions. While he wasn’t able to prevent the insensitive comment, he would be able to keep track of your reactions now that his attention was focused on you.

Floyd even mentions letting you insult him or giving you a chance to swing at him. Later on he refuses to leave you alone until you’re feeling better, offering to go to the lounge or anywhere else he thinks would be familiar to you.

It's caring in his own way, despite his slight reluctance at first because he didn’t know what to do when someone cries. If it was anyone else, he wouldn’t go as far as to make you a drink or other things to cheer you up, you know?

One thing’s for sure though; Floyd wouldn’t want this to happen again. He wants his Shrimpy to be happy and play with him, after all! He’ll even derail conversations with others if it leans towards the topic that made you cry, though the fact that it was for you is so subtle that most might miss it, at a glance

Lilia

Immediately regrets it and tries to comfort you. Lilia’s eyes widen as soon as he recognises his slip-up, dread entering his stomach when a tear runs down your face.

You turn away and try to leave but he catches your wrist with a raw “I’m sorry” falling from his lips before he can think of anything else. The quick reaction calms you down enough to stay, though the things he said still stung. 

Wisdom may come with age but that doesn’t mean he’ll never make a mistake, yet he’ll always regret that it had to be one that made you cry. Lilia promises not to say something like that again - and if he does you can come up with a punishment fitting for him.

Relief floods him when you crack a tiny smile. He mirrors it with an unsure one himself. Usually playful and mysterious, Lilia now faces you with genuine worry without those veils and takes both your hands in his as if he was afraid that otherwise, you would truly leave.

If nothing else, Lilia was always good with telling stories. He’s aware of what silence can do for a negative state of mind, so after he apologizes he tells you one to calm the air. It’s whimsical and thoughtful, ending on a sentimental note while his eyes flick towards yours, offering one last sorry in the form of squeezing your hands gently and placing a kiss on your forehead.

He’ll try to do better, alright?

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[flosbelova]

I’ll Always Protect You

florence pugh x fem!reader

warnings: mention of death threats.

word count: 1.7k

summary: you and florence had been dating for a while. when she posts you on her Instagram, you receive a bunch of hate comments and florence defends you and your relationship.

request from @the-loving-quotes​

Dating Florence Pugh has been one of the greatest decisions you have ever made in your life. You both have managed to keep your relationship lowkey until she randomly posts you on her Instagram. It was a photo of you looking at this mountain view at sunset from the balcony. She captioned it “My happy place.” 

Your heart started to race as soon as you saw a photo of yourself on her Instagram-- and the fact that she tagged you almost made you pass out.

You looked through her comments and let’s just say most of it wasn't what you would have expected. Some were positive-- for example, there were comments that read:

“OH MY GOSH IT CONFIRMED! I'M SO HAPPY”

“I’m so proud of you <3”

“You guys are the absolute cutest!”

Then, there were comments that weren’t so positive. It was a mixture of homophobic comments and comments that said “Florence deserves better.”

Of course, they hurt, but you didn’t mind at first and chose to focus on the more positive comments. 

-

A couple days pass and you also decide to post Florence on your Instagram. As you hit “post,” your phone instantly started buzzing with notifications. Again, the comments were all a mixture of the positives and the negatives. However, you wanted to focus on the positive side and ignored the comments.

-

You posted Florence on your Instagram story, and you received a lot of DM’s. Although you don’t open your DM’s, you decided to check just for the hell of it. As soon as you swiped to your message requests, you instantly regretted swiping. 

“Kill yourself. You don’t deserve Florence.”

Tears started to well up in your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away when you heard Florence come into the living room.

“Dinner’s ready, darling,” she says, holding a wooden spoon.

“Hm? Oh, right. I’ll be there in a sec,” you respond.

“Is everything alright, love?” she walks towards you with a concerned look on her face.

You take a deep breath. “Yes, everything’s fine.” You clench your jaw hoping Florence would drop the subject.

She pouts and looks at you with worry. Florence knows every little detail about you. She knows that nothing is ever “fine,” when it follows with you clenching your jaw. However, Florence doesn’t like to overstep on your boundaries, so she drops the subject and figures she’ll ask you later. 

“Alright, love. C’mon, let's eat. I’ve made your favorite,” she says, giving you a soft smile.

-

You loved Florence’s cooking and you always made sure to compliment her dishes whenever she cooked. However, tonight was quiet. The two of you sat in silence, quietly eating your dinner. 

You were grateful that Florence knew to get off your back whenever you were in a mood. That’s one of the things that you appreciated most about her, her ability to understand your emotions and how you cope with them. 

You knew that she would eventually ask you what happened as you have both communicated that suffering in silence wasn’t healthy.

You finished dinner early and asked yourself to be excused. You headed to bed as soon as you finished your meal. Florence stayed in the kitchen to tidy up and to give you some more space.

-

Laying on your side, you couldn’t help but to grab your phone and scroll through your notifications. As hurt as you were already, you were too stubborn to gain some self-control. As terrible as that message was, your comment section got even worse. Not only was it filled with homophobic comments, but you were also getting sent death threats. You had checked Florence’s account and pressed on your photo. You noticed that she turned off the comments.

You felt the bed behind you dip as an arm wrapped around your torso.

“Hi,” Florence whispers, and she rests her chin on your shoulder.

“Hi,” you weakly respond. You sigh as you turn your phone off and place it on the bedside table. You turn around in Florence’s arm and face her.

Florence gave you a worried smile and she wiped the tears on your face. You were so busy scrolling through the hate comments that you hadn’t noticed that tears were falling from your eyes.

“Oh, my love.” Florence places a gentle kiss on your forehead. She then looks at you with worry in her eyes. Florence couldn’t imagine what was going through your mind.

“I know you saw the comments,” she begins, “I saw them too. As soon as I saw the hate comments, I immediately turned them off.”

You sniffled and took a deep breath. “I got death threats,” you say, your voice breaking.

“What?” Florence says, appalled. Florence could feel her heart race and feel herself be filled with rage.

“That’s it, I’m making a post, this is unbelievable,” Florence says getting up to get her phone.

“No, please, you don’t have to,” you plead, “it’ll only make things worse.”

“No it won’t, Y/n, I promise you,” Florence says, already typing in her notes.

“You can’t promise me something that you have no control over,” you say coldly.

Florence pauses. She looks over at you, takes a deep breath and pouts. She stares at you for a while, studying your face. Florence is the type of person to defend the people she loves and doesn’t care if it will give her a bad rep. You just so happen to be one of the people that Florence loves, and she will do whatever it takes to defend you and her love for you.

“It doesn’t matter, what matters is that someone I love is being sent death threats, so please, let me say something,” she says, reaching for your hand.

“I really don’t deserve you,” you sigh.

“You do Y/n, you deserve every bit of me as much as I deserve every bit of you,” Florence says, caressing your cheek. 

-

A few days passed and Florence posted a video on her Instagram regarding the hate you had been receiving. 

“To my “fans,” who have sent a tremendous amount of hate to my girlfriend, Y/n, kindly unfollow me. I do not need your negativity towards my relationship with her. The hate you throw at her is hate you throw at me. The death threats you throw at her, are also death threats you throw at me. It is not your place to tell me who I should and should not love, nor is it any of your business. I do not appreciate the comments you have thrown at her. She does not deserve it, and nor do I. I am happy with Y/n. She makes me a better person. So please, leave my relationship alone and stop sending my girlfriend death threats. I will not ask again.”

After watching the video, you were in shock. Even if you had talked about it a couple days prior, you still didn’t expect that she would actually post it. Florence kept the comments on and fortunately, it was filled with massive support from other celebrities. You were grateful.

-

Florence had an interview with Jimmy Kimmel this week to discuss her recent and future projects. Of course, her video regarding your relationship was a topic of discussion. You stayed backstage and watched Florence’s interview from her dressing room.

“Okay, I think everyone here has seen the video that you had recently posted regarding your relationship,” Jimmy says.

“Yeah, I hope so,” Florence chuckles nervously.

“So tell me, if you’re comfortable, why you had said what you needed to say?” he asks.

“Did you watch the video?” Florence says sarcastically, earning a couple laughs from the crowd. “Um, I figured that I needed to. I mean my girlfriend was getting sent death threats for no apparent reason and it needed to stop.” This earned Florence a clap from the audience.

“That’s fair. God, the internet is so toxic, isn’t it?” Jimmy complains.

“Yeah,” Florence agreed. “Y/n and I had been dating for a while now and we’d managed to keep it lowkey. I just thought that when I’d finally posted her that I wouldn’t receive such horrid comments. Which is why I felt the need to address this because I hate seeing the people I love get hurt.”

A couple people from the crowd “Awwed”

“So, tell me what it is about Y/n that just makes you so in love with her?” Jimmy asked curiously.

Florence smiled as she thought about the things that she loved most about you. “Her smile was something that caught my eyes right off the bat. She has such a kind smile and I would do everything just to keep her smiling.”

The crowd “Awwed” again.

“Also, Y/n is so loving. She won’t admit it because she likes to be that “tough” person on the outside, but inside she’s a big softie. She gives the best cuddles. I also love how she makes me tea every time I come home from filming.”

“Aww, that must be nice. I think we all need a Y/n in our life, right?” Jimmy says.

The camera pans to the crowd who was cheering and nodding their heads.

“Well, too bad, Y/n is only one person and I’m the lucky girl who has her,” Florence says wittily. 

The crowd laughed and clapped.

“Alright, well it was lovely having you, Florence,” Jimmy says, shaking Florence’s hand. “And that’s all for tonight, we’ll see you tomorrow!”

-

On the ride home, you rested your head on Florence’s shoulders.

“You really had to call me out, didn’t you?” you ask.

“Yeah, maybe just a little,” Florence says, making a gesture.

You chuckle and look at her. “Did I ever tell you that you are the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid my eyes on?”

“Yes, Y/n, you tell me everyday,” she says, grabbing your cheek.

You smile and close the gap between you. Florence melts into the kiss and moves her hand to the back of your head, running her hands through your hair. You pull away to catch some air and Florence rests her forehead against yours.

“I love you, Flo. Thank you for everything.”

“I love you too Y/n. and don’t thank me, you know I’ll always protect you.”

The End

[cherrykindness]

wild tweets |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: as newlyweds, you and harry read thirsty comments for buzzfeed.

warning: it's thirsty tweets, so below there is adult humor 😳

"It's a bright, sunny morning in Los Angeles, and there's nothing I want more than to be on BuzzFeed and read wild tweets alongside my husband."

"Thirsty tweets, babe." Harry corrected, laughing out loud with the producers behind the cameras.

"Thirsty Tweets." You said quickly, putting your hand over your mouth to stifle a giggle. "I'm terrible at that, I'm sorry. Can we start over?"

"Let's take a break for one to two minutes. You've given us a great introduction, Y/N."

You shook your head, smiling shyly before turning to Harry, who was already watching you with that easy smile at the corner of his lips. You liked how his hand remained firmly on yours, making those circular movements with the thumb that always served as a natural medice for your anxiety.

"You look so fucking beautiful."

The pleated dress with flounce sleeves fit you like a glove. You had made peace with the various shades of white since the wedding and knew that Harry liked to see you in that color too.

"Thank you, you're not too bad either, Styles."

You intimately suspected that Harry would always seem far beyond that "not bad" that came out as a euphemism from your mouth. He wore nothing but a pair of bell-bottom pants in a strong shade of blue and a soft vest printed with fluffy little sheep on a striped American collared shirt - in your opinion, no one could look better in farm animal clothing than Harry Styles and Princess Diana with her red "Black Sheep" sweater in the 1980s. In contrast, you knew your husband well enough to know that he was arrogant and knew exactly how hot he looked - you also made your thoughts clear enough when you kept him backstage beyond ten minutes in a rather heated kissing session.

"Are you anxious?" you asked curiously, remaining with downcast eyes fixed on the strokes that remained assiduous on your warm skin. "To read about how the whole internet dreams of fucking my wife?! Of course." Harry joked, leaning over to leave a small one on your cheek. "We agree on that, don't we? Although I'm a little nervous, I'm really interested to know all the crazy things they say about you. Everyone knows you're mine at the end of the day, that's enough."

At the end of the break, you and Harry made a silent agreement that you should be the first to pick up one of the scattered papers in the red pot. There were quite a significant amount of tweets, and as much as you were used to reading rather sordid things about your husband on the Internet, the excitement was there as if you were wading into uncharted territory.

"I would be a good girl all year round if Santa guaranteed me a threesome with Harry and Y/N Styles on Christmas Eve." You laughed, Harry staring at the camera with an expression close to the meme of the surprised Pikachu. "You guys are incredibly nasty, I love it."

"If that was the first one, I'm really worried about the next ones." Harry commented with a little corner smile, picking the next tweet out of the bucket. "I have an entire folder on Pinterest dedicated to Harry Styles' hands, and let me tell you why: those hands are art, and art needs to be recognized."

"What- Guys, you promised you wouldn't post my anonymous tweets here." You quipped with false reproach, laughing at your own stupid joke while everyone else in the studio did the same. "But I can't blame her, honestly." Shaking your shoulders, you opened another piece of paper. "Harry Styles finally confessed that he wrote Watermelon Sugar for Y/N!!!! Are you guys imagining the same thing as me?!!!!!! 🥵🍆💦"

"Exhausted emoji, eggplant emoji, and water emoji?" Harry frowned, staring at the tweet you held up. "I imagine you're in need of a vacation somewhere refreshing and you're craving a fruit that everyone eats like it's really a vegetable."

"That reminded me of that story-" You laughed, hiding your face on the table as Harry continued to offer a poker face to the camera, struggling not to keep up with you laughter. "I'm sorry, lovie, I have to share this with the rest of the world." You stated, wiping a few tears from the corner of your eyes. "Harry always wears those fancy suits to concerts, right?! Right! Turns out he looks really hot in some, like his ass molds perfectly into those tight pants and everything. I was home that night because I wasn't feeling well enough to face the big crowds, but I was still following everything on twitter. It was a concert in London, not so far from where we lived at the time, so it was obvious that he would come home after it was over. I follow some portals that do really fast updates of pictures, videos, etc; everything that happened at Harry's concert was on my timeline in a matter of seconds. When one of these profiles uploaded a picture of him with his back to the camera in a heavily accentuated black and white suit, I quickly sent him the image along with a peach emoji and then wrote "looks good tonight". He didn't reply to me until a few hours later, of course, but I obviously didn't expect a "ready for a Fifth Avenue peach salad for dinner?" and numerous cutlery emojis."

Harry rolled his eyes comically, indulging in laughter as did everyone else who occupied the backstage area.

"I'm against the eroticization of emojis." He said between uncompensated breaths, shaking his head negatively. "Let's go to the next ones, please, I'm already feeling exposed enough here."

"I like your old-fashioned spirit, baby." You assured him with a smile, laying on the sturdy shoulder hidden under the fluffy fabric.

Harry chuckled low, leaving a little kiss on the top of your head before selecting the next paper. The fans would die when that video aired, everyone was sure. You two easily forgot the cameras when you were side by side, and the public display of affection had never been a problem.

"My life mission is to look at someone the way Harry looks at Y/N and be reciprocated the way Y/N looks at Harry, then I could die happy." Harry read. "That was very good and healthy, thank you!" He smiled. "But don't settle for death in that case, please. Just make sure to keep that person around forever."

"Awn, we got so sweet now." You made a pout. "Thank you for sending us something so cute! I really hope you find the right person soon." Sending a kiss to the camera, you moved on to the next tweet. "I wouldn't want to get a golden ticket to visit Willy Wonka's factory, I would like to get a golden ticket to actively participate in Y/N and Harry Styles' Honeymoon.

"That was creative, so I will disregard the fact that you removed my last name from my wife's name." Harry joked.

"I will always be an Y/L/N." You flashed the tongue. "We had a great Honeymoon, but I know you guys already know all about it because there are pictures all over the internet of outings that I don't even remember existed."

"Even though we chose a rather reserved city, many paparazzi still managed to photograph some of our nights there." Harry agreed. "There was one particular day when we opted to have dinner at a restaurant near the beach. Y/N had found it even before the trip, it was pretty laid back and we could spend the evening at karaoke. I don't really remember what happened, but we woke up the next day with a terrible hangover, still wearing the clothes from the dinner and with several headlines saying that I was cheating on my wife in the middle of our Honeymoon with a blue-haired italian girl."

"That wig made me sexy, man." You blinked, laughing as you remembered the situation. "It's a shame the paparazzi only got low quality images, but I swear I looked really amazing that night. Italy, I miss you."

"We're coming to the end and I haven't had to ask production for a glass of water yet, thank you to whoever selected these tweets." Harry raised his thumb to the camera, smiling before turning his gaze back to the small paper he had chosen. "Y/N could literally punch me in the face and I would just bow down and thank them for it." He laughed. "She has heavy hands, so I would rethink that choice."

"It takes strong hands to be a superheroine." You blinked gracefully, referring to your works as a Marvel actress. "I move around a lot during the night, so I'll take this lovely opportunity to say that twitter can dismiss all the malicious theories about Harry always show up with a new bruise all over his body."

"Please stop making indecent assumptions while Y/N is aggressive with me at night only unconsciously, her father has access to social media."

You laughed, clearing your throat before reading the next obscenity aloud.

"I would sell all my possessions to have Y/N sitting on my lap for ten seconds."

"Oh my God." Harry laughed out loud, throwing his head back. "I should have said that in our wedding vows."

You shook your head, laughing low as you set the tweet aside.

"That was pretty funny and cheeky, I approve."

"Okay, looks like we finally got to the last one." Harry announced, waving the paper in the air dramatically before opening it. "Harry could literally crush me with those boots while fuc- I need that glass of water." He said dumbfounded, hiding his face between his hands after throwing the tweet over his shoulder. You laughed out loud next to the organizers, and meanwhile Harry leaned his head on your bust, staring at you still with wide eyes. "Please promise that we will be careful with our future children on the internet."

[becomingbts]

Time heals (sometimes) - 1

Summary: 6 years ago, (Y/N) thought that she was finally taking her life into her hands, leaving behind a toxic and abusive relationship with a man who taught her she’d never be worthy of love. However, it became hard to ignore his words when she met her seven soulmates who rejected her without even giving her a chance to prove herself. It took (Y/N) 3 years to realize that it wouldn’t be her end. She would live on to prove them all wrong; she would become what they all thought she wasn’t: someone worthy of love. And as she stands proudly on the stage, under the  burning spotlights and the applause and  the cries of the delirious crowd, she feels alive. Alive, just like the bond she believed to be broken.

Pairings: Y/N x OT7

GENRE: Soulmate AU!, Idol Y/NAU!, semi social-media AU!, ANGST (mainly), fluff, romance, maybe smut in the series.

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Warnings:  The series is going to be heavy with a lot of personal experiences  mixed into the fiction, so this is going to be kind of therapeutic for me. Please, consider not reading the series if you are not comfortable with: abandonment issues, anxiety, panic attacks, depression, self-harm (not descriptive and only part of MC’s past), suicide thoughts (in the past), toxic behavior, toxic and abusive relationship (in the past), depreciating self-talk and low self-esteem, a lot of curse, physical and mental pain, near death experience situation (in the past), and maybe smut scenes (happy ending though, but it will probably be quite the ride).

NOTE: So hello everyone, welcome to Time Heals (sometimes). Thank you so, so much for the warm welcoming, it has been my first time getting so many asks, I was honestly overjoyed. I still don’t really know what to call this part; is it a teaser? A note? A full chapter? I believe we’ll get some snapshot of memories like this one throughout the series because there is going to be a lot to unpack on both sides. I think it will be a chapter nevertheless because I have to establish some kind of order as to which parts should be read first, and I think this one is extremely important.

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Profiles #2 - here - part 2

Her scream pierced through the air while cries broke in the frenzied arena while a single blond-haired man froze, emptily staring at the stage. It felt like his senses heightened; his skin was shuddering, his eyes were frantically searching for one specific figure while his voice was lost in his throat. The screams resonating in the stadium would have been too loud for his voice to be heard anyway. 

Jimin knew he shouldn’t be there. 

Namjoon had told them more than once that none of them should try to go to one of (Y/N)’s events. It could be dangerous and they could be overwhelmed; anything could happen to them and they would still remain a nobody who fainted in the howling crowd. Would they want to take this risk? No.

So, Jimin would have had to admit that going to her very first concert in Seoul since the pandemic sounded like a very, very, very bad idea. And to be honest, it still didn’t seem to be a bright idea now that he was actually there. 

But he still went because he needed to see her for himself; to see how she was. He had so many things he dreamed about asking her. Are you okay? Are you sleeping well? Did you eat before coming to the arena? Are you nervous? Do you... remember me? 

Maybe he was torturing himself. He kept on watching her lives, following her on all social media, always made sure to leave a sweet comment, and never miss any of her new updates... Maybe he even had a folder of pictures of her on his phone but he’d never admit it to any of his mates. Taehyung would probably take his phone away from him and delete everything and Jimin couldn’t let that happen.

He felt like it was cheating. Don’t take him wrong though. When he thought that, he was not really thinking about the boys. They did collectively agree not to follow her activities as an artist but it was getting harder and harder with how popular she got anyway. Moon was everywhere. In commercials, on the radio, her songs were on the TV… Even if she was known for refusing most of the promotional contracts that were offered to her, her image was still constantly in the media despite her avoidance of it. Ironic, but the media were trying their best to find anything about her, be it positive or negative. One day she was seen on her bike, the next, she was in a coffee shop, and it kept on going on, overstepping on her privacy as if it was just a meaningless word. 

The lockdown had admittedly played a major part in Jimin’s obsession. Being in their apartment meant quickly running out of activities, and his job as a dance teacher was not really filling his free time (a lot of his classes were also canceled). It was also during that time that (Y/N) truly blew up as an independent artist. Advertisement on YouTube started being around her channel and her music, the recommendations he kept on seeing were about also her… Jimin’s resolve honestly broke easily. It was hard not to be curious about his lost soulmate even though he didn’t feel like he had the right to be hurting. 

Anyway, to come back to his main point, if Jimin felt like he was cheating; it was mostly for her. After all, (Y/N) had no means of letting the curiosity get the best of her, to know what they were doing; to simply see or contact them. He had, at first, not really thought about that. Watching her content seemed a very innocent thing to do in his opinion; billions of people were watching her content, why should he prevent himself from doing so? Yet, Jimin could still remember one of her live she did soon after that interview she had given on this damned radio show where she had revealed who her title track ‘TIME’ was about… She had gone live the next day-Jimin had jumped on his phone because of the notification-and one fan had asked her what would she do if she knew that her ‘ex-soulmates’ (and those words left a very sour taste in Jimin’s mind) were watching her. The question had silenced a previously restless Jimin, replacing his initial excitation with dread while a lump formed itself in his throat. He had not even noticed it; he was so focused on her live and her upcoming answer that Jimin had completely missed the sound of a glass breaking in the apartment. Jimin had been home alone, so even if had indeed heard it, he probably wouldn’t have bothered to check what had happened, thinking that the wind knocked it over or something. Jimin had been so absorbed by what he had been watching that he even got surprised a few hours later when Seokjin came home and yelled at him for breaking something when he had been clearly innocent, engrossed in (Y/N)’s live (not that he could tell his soulmates about that part, but yeah). (Y/N)’s live would always be more important than some random glass breaking again in their apartment. Every object was doomed with Namjoon living here anyway.

On her side of the screen though, (Y/N) had seemed taken aback as she had read the question and had gritted her teeth gently. She had seemed to be pondering about her answer even though a lot of people in her chat were telling her to forget about the question if it made her uncomfortable (a lot were even scolding the person who asked). Yet, sighing softly, she had looked up at the screen: 

“I’d appreciate it if you could refrain from asking questions on this topic. It’s not taboo but I’d rather not remember everything that comes with it. However, to answer this-hopefully-last question about it, I’d ask them to turn off my stream and to stop watching any of my content. It would only be fair after all. I’ve been denied access to their lives six years ago, why would they get a free pass into mine now?” She had not smiled nor had she seemed hurt by her own comment, yet Jimin’s heart had shattered in pieces, unable to press the cancel button. 

Her voice had slowly faded into background noise while her words had been stuck in his head. 

I’d ask them to turn off my stream and to stop watching any of my content. 

How could Jimin ever do that? He realized that he truly should. Namjoon would even agree with you, as ironic as it sounded for Jimin. Namjoon had been one of the most adamant ones about rejecting your bond, after all. Jimin was shaking with bitterness while ‘Moon’ continued her stream peacefully with music. Jimin could only try to gulp his anger down as he remembered her crumbling features on that fateful day. 

“You’re not our soulmates. This name on our arms means nothing to us. You are nothing to us if not a hindrance. Leave us alone.” 

If Jimin could go back in time, he’d prevent Taehyung from spatting those words at her. Yet, he couldn’t do anything. Playing the scene over and over in his mind wouldn’t change anything. It wouldn’t change that she probably hated them. It wouldn’t change the song she made about them. 

And worst of all, it wouldn’t change the fact that Jimin had let himself believe that their choice had been for the best, trying to console and reassure himself, even if he had already known that it was wrong. Tears were pooling up in his eyes even if none escaped as he finally caught a glimpse of her on the stage. Suddenly brought back to reality after his subconscious memory trip, Jimin finally connected back to the world, looking around while he was still frozen on his spot. People were still screaming around him and he wondered if he looked like an intruder. Because, after all, wasn’t that what he exactly was? She said it herself that she didn’t wish for them to watch her; so what was he doing here? 

Jimin couldn’t help but stare; she looked ethereal, dressed like a queen in the middle of a sold-out arena. People were screaming her name as she yelled her infamous ‘hi people’. It was an opening sentence that Jimin heard way too many times in her vlogs and suddenly hearing it in real life seemed surreal. 

Jimin could only watch in awe, entranced with her everything. 

Screw the boys and what they would think once he’d be back from her concert. 

He had been the one to find her six years ago anyway. He had been the one to bring her to their home six years ago, hoping for the boys to change their mind once they’d meet her.

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Spider Web – Haruchiyo Sanzu X Reader

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– Trigger Alert: yandere Sanzu Haruchiyo

I have felt for a long time that they are following me. Behind the blackness of the starless night, I feel someone's gaze boring into my back.

It's scary and doesn't allow me to sleep a night without having nightmares... However, I once heard that "sometimes ignorance is a blessing". And I really wanted to believe that quote, so I started pretending not to hear the footsteps behind me, ignoring with all my being the urge to run and run away from whoever was following me.

And that was the worst decision of my life.

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- [Name]! – Yuzuha called me, making me look instinctively to where the brunette was. – Do you want company to go home?

- No need Yu - I opened a smile, but I still felt someone's gaze being directed at me. I didn't want to go home alone... But I was scared. Fear of putting someone in danger because of me. Of putting my best friend in harm's way and under the gun of someone who was probably primarily aimed at harming me.

- He is sure? It's getting late… - She commented, showing a worried face.

– I'm going straight home Yu – I smiled gently, trying to reassure her. – I promise I'll send a message as soon as I arrive! – I completed and and extended my little finger towards the girl – It's a promise.

–Okay… – She said and I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was reluctant to make this decision and that she probably just accepted it because she knew me and knew how stubborn I am when I decide something.

- See you later Yu - I smiled trying to show confidence and she waved at me, still showing an expression of reluctance for my decision.

I started walking towards my house, but I started to hear footsteps behind me, hurried footsteps that almost conveyed a feeling of anxiety. It was strange, the footsteps of the person who always chased me were calm, almost inaudible. He always tried to be discreet, constantly hiding as much of his presence as possible.

– Shit… – I cursed in a whisper. Apparently my stalker was willing to go from just chasing to something bigger... to something that really scared me just thinking about the possible possibilities.

So... I started running. I ran like my life depended on it... And, well, you could say that's exactly what was happening.

- It seems that the little princess noticed my presence - I heard someone say, followed by a scandalous laugh full of malice.

I ran. I ran a lot. But whenever I stopped for a breath of air, I could feel the same eyes that had watched me for months still watching me.

– It's no use running, little princess – The person said, I felt he wasn't far away… How the hell was he still so close? – Or should I say my prey? - The voice kept the tone full of bad intentions. I was scared, I was really scared.

– LEAVE ME IN ALO- – The words I was going to say at that moment simply died on my lips as I spun my body to resume my run.

He was there. My stalker and possible assassin was in front of me.

His hair was pink and he had a scar on both ends of his lips. He could be considered handsome by me if the situation was different, but I was only afraid at that moment.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..." were the words that kept echoing in my mind over and over.

– Ownt, left you speechless little princess? – He said in a mocking tone, this bastard was having fun at my expense!

- What do you want with me? - I gathered my last strength to say that. I felt my legs wobbly from the terror I was feeling. I wanted to run and I wanted to blast all of my negative emotions he had made me feel for months. But I couldn't, the words just got locked in my vocal cords.

– What do I want with you? - The rose asked, making an expression of the most disguised innocence. - I came to get what is mine, in this case, you - He smiled, as if what he had just said was the most obvious of the answers.

– I'M NOT YOURS! – I yelled, in a mixture of panic and contempt for his words. How could anyone be 'his'?

– You will be – He said, completely impartial to my despair. - For better or for worse.

- Why?! – I looked at him, completely terrified.

– Because you make me feel something…something really good – He said, watching me sickly. - They said it was an illness, an obsession perhaps. – He said and then laughed, as if it was the most absurd thing he had just said. – But I think it's something else… I think… I think I love you [Name] – He looked at you and you noticed that his eyes were blue like the deepest of the seas and that his gaze was that of someone crazy, consumed for a rotten feeling and that I was trying to cover up with something as beautiful as the word "love".

– That's not… – You opened your lips to speak, but felt your eyes grow heavy… What was going on?

- Shhhhhh, be quiet my dear - He smiled, sketching a face falsely kind. - I'll take you to my house and, please, call me Haruchiyo - He completed, but you already felt totally lost in the sounds and words spoken around you and, little by little, your vision was being restricted by the grief of your eyelids.

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a day at the beach | l. juyeon

🌊 pairing: juyeon x fem!reader 🌊 word count: 4k 🌊 genre: fluff, a lot of awkward flirting, kind of friends-to-lovers 🌊 tw: none, mention of the ocean and going underwater(?) 🌊 synopsis: you spend a day at the beach with your friends and it leads to something new. 🌊 a/n: my second and last work of the summer collab hosted by the lovely @bangchan-fairy ✿ i had a lot of fun writing it and I hope it'll be enough!

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You had forgotten how tiring it was to spend a day at the beach. Soaking and sweating under the sun, running around in the sand and play at different games in the water that have you tired at the end of the afternoon, but it was a good type of exhaustion. It’s the type of feeling where you could fall asleep at any moment, but you wouldn’t mind keep on playing and laughing either.

Laying on your stomach on your towel, you enjoyed the warm rays of sunshine drying the salty water on your skin. Hair was all over the place as you tried to tie it back to prevent it from going everywhere, but it was to no avail, so you gave up and stood up. Ruffling your hair to get rid of the sand trapped in it, you managed to tie it away from your face and neck, finally sighing in content as you could feel the wind caress the skin in the base of your exposed, sweaty neck.

The majority of your friends was still playing in the water, but you still had Kevin, Chanhee and Jacob resting on their respective towel. The eldest was peacefully holding a book, his free hand mindlessly caressing his stomach as his eyes followed along with the story with entertainment. You smiled at Chanhee when a familiar TikTok song erupted from his portable speaker, the action waking Kevin up as he was right next to him.

A few of your friends gestured you to join them in the water, but they all got negative answers. Hyunjae and Eric almost begged you to come, making big arm movements and yelling a bunch of begs until you finally gave in, earning cheers from your friends. You carefully jogged to the cooler, wet sand after tossing your cap and sunglasses on your towel. You let out a shriek when the water touched your feet, all your muscles contracting as your friends laughed at your shocked state.

“It’s so cold, what the hell!” you yelled as a small wave came and crashed onto your calves, sending goosebumps in your entire body as you expected the ocean to be a bit warmer, but kept going anyway. “Come on, Y/N, you can do it!” Juyeon yelled from where he was, dozens of meters away from the shore. Clutching your jaw, you progressively made your way into the water, smiling when the boys cheered again when you dove underwater. It was fresh, almost cold, but it felt uplifting, and most importantly, fun.

Once you reappeared at the surface, the boys were surrounding you and you laid on your back, feet hitting the water hard to splash them. A water fight broke out, and you sunk underwater to escape for a few seconds all the splashing and screaming from your friends.

It was your turn to scream underwater and resurface as soon as possible when two hands landed on your waist, softly gripping the flesh of your hips. You sharply turned around, only to find Juyeon laughing at your frightened face.

“Please never do that again,” you said half-laughing, half recovering from his malicious joke, some flashbacks of Jaws coming back into your mind for an instant. Pushing his gear down, mask and snorkel dangled around his neck, long black fins in hand, he stood next to you, breathing heavily as droplets of water fell on his face.

“Did you see something cool?” he nodded at your question, showing you the net bag attached to his wrist. He found a few colourful rocks, some trash, a few coins and two shells, one catching your eye.

“This one looks really pretty,” you pointed at the said shell, only to have Juyeon nearing his hand to yours. “Take it,” he mumbled, and you glanced at him, refusing with a gentle smile. “No, no, keep it,” you answered, and it was his turn to shake his head.

As your friend didn’t retract his hand and kept looking at you, you shyly took the shell in your hand and thanked him, gaining a smile from him before he got out of the water. Younghoon suddenly shrieked and whined when he felt some seaweed brushing his ankle, making everyone laugh, including you. Some of the other tourists were looking at your group from the side, not enjoying how loud you were becoming. You quickly noticed and quieted them, vaguely motioning to the elderly couple on the beach that was meaningly watching you.

“Are you already getting out of the water? It has only been a quick minute,” Eric asked as you walked closer to the shore, the waves almost making you lose your balance. “I’m coming right back, I’m just thirsty,” you claimed and ran back to your towel, feet burning under the scorching sand.

“Ah, Y/N! You’re here. The water is beautiful, and I’m trying to persuade the boys to come and snorkelling with me. Do you want to tag along?” “Okay, sure? Who’s coming?” you said, looking at the other boys on the beach as you grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler next to Jacob, who put the lid back on as soon as you were done. “The two of you,” Kevin smirked, his annoying, playful tone made you roll your eyes, Juyeon paying absolutely no mind to his comment. “Fine, let’s go,” you said before seizing the mask and snorkel Juyeon was handing you and you both ran back into the water.

“They’re cute,” Jacob mumbled, hand supporting his head as he went back to reading, the two other boys approving his words.

As you quickly tried to put on everything to catch up with Juyeon, he saw you struggling to put on your fins, so he gently grabbed your ankle to bring it closer to the surface. You quickly held onto his shoulder, your proximity with the young man making the other boys coo and gag. Almost hissing at them, you offered them a death glare while Juyeon simply smiled to himself, not paying attention to a single of their comments as he focused on securely tying your fins around your heels.

“Are we good to go?” he asked, and you signed ‘ok’ with your thumb and index finger before placing your head underwater.

You stayed near Juyeon, making sure to heavily splash your friends as you swam away from the coast. Feeling satisfied as you heard them complain. The water was getting progressively colder, feeling goosebumps rise on your skin, but the view was worth the chills. Your eyes trailed everywhere around you in the sand, in search of any kind of source of life through the translucid water.

Juyeon suddenly pointed at the ground, discerning a hermit crab making his way to a safer place, deeper in the sand. You smiled at the sight of the small creature, following its movements before watching disappear under the sand.

Your eyes widened in your mask when you saw Juyeon dive, bubbles coming out of his snorkel. He rummaged through the sand for a few seconds, before going straight back to the surface. You got your head out of the water, watching your friend blow the water out of his snorkel just like a whale. He held another shell, similar to the one he gave you.

“How do you notice those? I barely even noticed the hermit crab you pointed at,” Juyeon smiled as he spat some salty water out of his mouth, wiping it with the back of his hand.

“I remembered the spot I searched before coming back to you and the boys. I think it’s a good one, there’s a lot of beautiful things to look at,” he explained, and you nodded, waving at the boys on the beach with a smile. “Look, now we’re matching,” he said as he showed you his shell, a happy look on your face. “Keep it in a safe place,” you suggested while giggling, and he nodded, putting it in his bathing suit pocket before diving back to his searches.

For the remaining hours of the afternoon, you snorkelled with your friend, making beautiful discoveries all around the shore, such as another hermit crab. You gently picked it up from the shell and let it float around for a while, observing its behaviour as Juyeon dove even deeper. You had struggled to pick up the hermit crab because the sand looked way closer than it actually was, and the sensation of the salty water filling in your snorkel to the brim wasn’t the best feeling ever. When you reappeared at the surface, you expulsed all the water from the snorkel and stayed still for a while, moving your fins to keep your head above the water level, your body slowly following the waves.

You were amazed by how the ocean flora and fauna was beautifully hidden from the rest of the world. Letting yourself slowly sink deeper, the water pressure tightening around you, water filling your snorkel in big bubbles, but you didn’t pay much attention. Some small fish swam around you, speeding when you reached out a hand in an attempt to grab or touch them. Being underwater felt good and somewhat reassuring, the noises from outside were muffled by the thick layers of water surrounding you. It was as if you were receiving a big, reassuring hug from nature and nothing could actually happen to you.

As your lungs started running out of air, you felt a presence behind you, only to discover Juyeon observing you. Inside his goggles, you could see his worried eyes and furrowed brows, so you hastened to reassure him about your safety by signalling it with your fingers. He motioned you to go back up to the surface, and you followed him, slowly ascending face to face, his eyes never leaving yours as you stayed close to the other.

You let out a big sigh as you took off your snorkelling equipment, feeling suddenly heavy and tired. A hand running on your skin, you gently wet it to get rid of the marks that lingered on your face due to the tightness of the mask, smiling at your friend as he did the same, throwing his head back to replace his hair correctly.

“What were you doing down there? You got me scared, you weren’t moving. I thought something happened to you,” Juyeon asked as you slowly moved into the water and started getting closer to the shore, feeling the water getting progressively warmer. “I’ve always wanted to stay still in the ocean for a moment, and it felt super good,” you explained a bit out of breath as you were swimming, Juyeon touching the ground before you so he started walking, his flexed muscles tiredly moving as the waves pushed you two closer to the shore.

Almost all your friends were gone, only Jacob and Sangyeon waving at you from their spot on their chairs, just like two parents waiting for their kids to be tired and sleepy. You nearly fell over as you struggled to walk on the sand to get back to your friends, who were watching you out of the corner of the eye. Juyeon walked at your pace and rid you of your equipment when you joined your friends.

“Did you have fun together?” Jacob asked with a smile, hair slightly messy and dried because of the salt.

You tiredly nodded as Juyeon explained where you went and what you saw, still standing up with his hands on his hips as he sometimes pointed towards the ocean. Sangyeon smirked as he caught your eyes lingering on Juyeon's healthy body while listening to him, earning an elbow hit from you as you sat next to him, thanking him with a smile as he passed you your towel.

“I didn’t expect this to be this tiring, but it was a nice experience,” you admitted, and your friends laughed, a genuine smile appearing on Juyeon’s face. “You spent almost the entire day in the water, it’s normal to be tired,” Jacob said in his usual reassuring voice, handing you your bottle of water from the cooler. “Where did the other boys go?” Juyeon asked as he looked around, trying to see if they were any closer or hiding. “They left a moment ago, they wanted to freshen up before dinner.”

“Yeah, we ordered pizza for everyone,” Sangyeon explained and you two nodded, your stomach grumbling at the mention of one of your favourite foods. “Don’t worry, we got you your favourite,” Jacob giggled as Juyeon was about to open his mouth, only to make you all laugh and smile at how predictable he was. “Thank you,” you said in unison and Jacob sent you a playful wink, taking off his sunglasses as the sun wasn’t as bright as before. Sangyeon sighed while he started picking up his belongings, Jacob imitating him.

“Are you two coming?” Jacob asked and you looked at Juyeon, who was already looking at you with his eyebrows raised, waiting for your answer. “I just want to go one more time in the water before going back to the hotel if you don’t mind,” you said as you stood up, placing your towel on your chair. “Yeah, me too,” Juyeon said, and you turned around, just catching a glimpse of an understood look between Sangyeon and Jacob, the two boys smirking at each other.

You frowned for a second but paid no mind, ignoring them as you walked back to the waterside. The salty foam came crashing on your feet and ankles as you jogged deeper into the water, diving back in, smiling as you couldn’t get rid of that happiness when you were surrounded by water while swimming. Juyeon followed you not so long after, and you waved at the two boys on the shore as they started walking towards the hotel.

“It was nice diving with you, do you think we could do this more often? I had a lot of fun exploring down there,” you said and Juyeon looked at you, a surprised look painted on his face. “I mean sure, whenever you want, we can always do it again! I know good spots in our town where the water is even more beautiful than here,” he explained and you accepted his proposition with a smile, keeping the conversation going as you two remained still in the water.

Once you were tired of trying to keep your head afloat and felt the conversation slowly dying out of presumable nervousness, you rested on your back, gently waiting for the waves to decrease the distance separating you from the beach.

The sky above your head was gorgeous and infinite, tones going through all the colours of the spectroscope as your eyes didn’t know where to look. The water wrapped around your body and the sight of the sky hanging above your head never felt so comforting, you could stay here for hours if it was possible. You let out a big sigh as you relaxed, sometimes shivering, the water getting colder as the sun was close to disappearing.

Juyeon’s upper body appeared in your field of vision and he grinned, observing you relaxing in the water. His eyes disappeared into crescent moons when your back touched the sandy ground faster than intended, taking the hand he was offering you to stand up. He didn’t let go of your hand and ran towards your chairs for the last time, collapsing and sprawling on them out of exhaustion.

Juyeon let out a groan as he repositioned himself in his camping chair, resting his head against the backrest as his legs were spread open in front of him. His right knee rested against yours, but none of you moved away, the action making Juyeon’s ears flush bright red and stifle a smile while closing his eyes. You liked this accidental contact with him, and you wanted to enjoy it while it lasted. Quickly glancing at your friend, you noticed that his eyes started fluttering, pearls of water falling from his messy strands of hair on the far end of his cheeks, rolling down his jaw to crash in his strong neck. As tempting as it looked, you had to force yourself not to wipe the water off his face with the back of your hand, thinking that your gesture would be a bit out of hand.

Out of nowhere, he sat back up, head moving left to right while looking for something, emitting a surprised sound when he found a dry towel resting on his sports bag.

“Is it yours?” he asked, and you shook your head, only to have him unfolding it and wrap it around your shoulders. You opened your eyes wide, startled by his actions, but didn’t dare to say anything, you just smiled at him. Tightening the towel around your body, it felt nice to feel something dry and somehow warm as your towel was completely soaked due to you going back and forth in the ocean during the entire day.

“Do you need anything?” you asked as he furiously blinked, searching for something again. “Can I just use it?” he said, pointing to the towel he had just given you.

Nodding, you were about to unwrap it from your shoulders, but he was swifter, grasping the far end of the towel and wiped his salty, reddened eyes with it, pushing his chair nearer to yours to be more comfortable while doing so. You didn’t dare to move in order not to inflict him a stray elbow hit, smiling at him once he was done.

“Thanks, I just had some sand in my eyes,” he clumsily said, and you shook your head with a smile. “Don’t worry about it,” you reassured him, and he offered you a warm smile, your heart suddenly quickening at the sight.

You both sighed simultaneously, feeling the tiredness and hunger winning over you. You both felt at peace as the sound of the waves began to lull you, the comfortable atmosphere making you slightly shiver in delight. It was hard for both of you to stay awake after you had been swimming all day, breathing through a snorkel was as exhausting as doing any other physical activity.

Juyeon had spent his entire day in the water, and the other boys told you that he got up at dawn to go for a run before joining you at the beach, so it was natural for him to be this drained.

What you didn't expect was his head rolling onto your shoulder, lips slightly parted as he gave up, his slumber sinking him into the comfortable hold of Morpheus's arms. You tried not to move too much in fear of waking him up, so you just mindlessly stared at the ocean stretching as far as the eye could see, following at some jet-skis cutting through the waves and a lifeboat ordering some bathers to return to the secure area.

Loud voices made you turn your head to the side and smile when you saw your friends arriving, all dressed in proper clothes, their hands full of soda and pizza boxes. You greeted them with a soft wave, showing the first to arrive that Juyeon was sleeping on your shoulder. Sunwoo smirked at you and placed the sodas in the cooler under the closed umbrella, Younghoon laying two large picnic tablecloths on the sand.

Your friends gently snickered at the innocent boy asleep on your shoulder, taking pictures of him to the potential blackmail. You shook your head with a thin smile, not approving so much of their method, but you knew there was nothing mean behind all of this, just fun. Once everyone was settled in and ready to eat and spend the evening together, you decided to wake Juyeon up by squeezing the forearm that was sprawled next to you.

"Ju', the boys are back, we're gonna eat," you whispered in his ear and Kevin cooed at your proximity from his spot on the blanket, sending a threatening gaze to silence him, which didn't have any effect on the Canadian boy.

Juyeon quietly emerged, suddenly straightening up when he felt he was resting on you, looking all lost and confused. Your friends burst into laughter at his behaviour as he apologised profusely, but you assured him that it was completely fine. His breathing had accelerated, and his ears turned bright red as the laughter didn’t seem to die down. Seeing him like that just because he had fallen asleep on you made your heart flutter, and you allowed yourself to giggle along with everyone.

After putting on your beach dress, you sat down between Younghoon and Jacob, the latter moving to the side as Juyeon sat behind you two in silence when there was more space on the other side of the blanket. The older boy silently giggled, stifling a remark with an amused look that you tried to ignore, asking Eric to give you a soda can.

“I'm fucking starving,” you blurted out as you all threw yourself on your pizza, you and Juyeon eating at a pretty disconcerting speed.

Every single one of you was busy talking and laughing about the incident that happened to some of the boys while you were still at the beach, while a special someone was busy staring at you.

“And then, Chanhee stared at the waiter and they were both confused about what just happened,” Eric explained and you all laughed, Younghoon quickly throwing a glance at his friend next to you, who didn’t have a single reaction since you all started eating.

Juyeon watched you out of the corner of his eye and allowed himself to wipe a piece of tomato on your cheek with the tip of his forefinger, making you turn your head towards him with a surprised look. He explained to you by mimicking the gesture he had just made on your cheek on his and you nodded as a silent thank you, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

Half the boys had noticed your little game, constantly looking at each other with understood smirks, but no one dared to say anything and break your little bubble of romance.

"We need to do something for those two, they’re getting mad annoying at playing who’s the most oblivious, they're gonna make me gag," Kevin whispered to Sangyeon, nodding at the two of you. You were too busy glancing at each other and listening to the rest of Eric’s story to hear what they were whispering about. "Just let time do its thing," Sangyeon suggested but received a growl in response, the younger absolutely not convinced.

The entire evening was great, your friends poking fun at Juyeon as the poor boy struggled to keep his eyes open and sit straight due to his exhaustion, shoulders sagged and head falling to the side as he shyly smiled at the teasing. When the sun was long gone and the wind started to pick up, you all decided to go back to the hotel to sleep because you were all exhausted, no matter how hard some were trying to deny it. You helped Younghoon shake the sand off and fold the tablecloths while the others were busy throwing away the leftovers and other rubbish.

All the boys checked that no one had forgotten anything and started walking in direction of the hotel, you bringing up the rear after checking everything back one last time.

Juyeon was drowsily walking and suddenly stopped, waiting for you to catch up with him, letting the other boys take the lead. You shyly smiled at him and kept on walking together, almost tripping over when you felt his hand take yours and hold it tight. He gave you a sweet, tired smile and kept on walking as if what he just did was utterly normal, your hands getting clammy and your heart fastening in your chest for the rest of the walk back to the hotel.

You looked up at him and offered him a sweet smile, to which he answered by squeezing your palm in his and gently move you closer to him. Juyeon felt the same way as you did so he couldn't feel your nervousness, but his behaviour gave you a hint that something will probably change between the two of you, and it was for the best.

[writing-in-april]

Any Iteration

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: Reader is nervous that this new iteration of her won’t be something Spencer will like.

A/N: This is my first fic for my 1250 follower celebration!! If you want another fic with nipple piercings check out my first smut ever- Surprise Pretty Boy. It’s also based on this request that my amazing girlfriend @spencers-dria gave me- also please go send her some love she just tested positive for covid 🥺 Also again thank you all for 1250 followers- I can’t believe this is my 4th follower celebration!! I’m planning to continue to do them every time I hit another milestone (every 250) however- if I hit one while I’m doing my 30 fics in 30 days for April I’m going to find an alternative way to celebrate besides my usual 7 fics in 7 days- let me know what y’all would be open too (maybe a bunch of fic rec lists or maybe a writing contest 🤷‍♀️ idk send me an anon if you have an opinion on what would be the best option!) Thanks for reading and requests are open!

Warnings: 18+, Non specific dom, Nose piercing (F), Nipple Piercings (F), Lots of nipple play, Unprotected sex, Slight bit of cockwarming at the end

Main Masterlist Word Count: 2.1k

Spencer wasn’t one to get angry about anything, disappointment or frustrations were the most extreme negative feelings that he normally felt towards someone that had wronged him. I was dreadfully afraid to see the look of disappointment on Spencer’s face.

We hadn’t been dating for long, only about three months of official dating. We also hadn’t gotten much further than a heated makeout session so he wouldn’t have seen any of the other piercings I had hidden under my shirt.

I had other piercings that weren’t visible to the naked eye that didn’t help quelling the fear that I felt. He had never taken off my shirt before as we had decided to go at a relatively slow pace in our relationship. I wondered in fear if he would also be disappointed with the barbells that were pierced through both of my nipples or- would he like them because they were not as prominent as the ring that was proud on my face.

I had said I’d meet him at his apartment to watch some Dr. Who and eat whatever take out we were feeling like that night. My nerves were lit with worry as I stood in the elevator after he had buzzed me up.

When he opened the door to his apartment to let me in I held my head slightly down as I walked in not wanting to have the conversation about the nose ring while I was in the hallway.

“Do you like it?” The words slipped out immediately when I turned to face him, not even letting him get a good look at me before speaking, my voice meek.

“Like what?” He was still confused, until I pointed to the ring that was pierced through my nose. “Oh- of course I love it!”

“Thanks, Spencer.” I fidgeted with my fingers a little still feeling nervous even though he had said he loved it.

“Why do you look so nervous?”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t like it.” My admission made Spencer frown and silence fell between us for a second while he pondered my words.

“I’d love any iteration of you.” There was no hesitation when he spoke. He always had such a way with words, including when he was ranting and of course his stuttering when he was embarrassed or nervous. His eyes were wide with adoration as if he’d never consider thinking you were anything less than gorgeous.

A rush of boldness came through me, wanting to show him what else I had hidden. My fingers danced along the hem of my shirt, maybe this was moving a bit faster than what we had spoken about earlier. But, I wanted to show him, to either let it lead to something more or to let him know what he was looking forward to when we made that step at a later date.

“Well- if you like this one I have another piercing that you might enjoy…” My voice was still holding a bit of tension, he may have liked the nose ring- but would he like the others?

When I pulled off my top his eyes went wide, his pupils expanding into black pools, he did not stop me. Then when my bra went off finally exposing the barbells that sat under my clothes everyday he was stunned speechless. I withered a bit under his gaze, fearing that my boldness had scared him. “I’m sorry if that was too much.”

He cut me off by speaking quickly, “N-not too much- just ummm- shocked??”

“Do you like them Spencer?” My confidence had returned a bit since he had confirmed that he did in fact, like them, but I still was holding back a bit.

When he gasped out a little ‘yes’ I decided to stop holding back, stepping closer towards him.

“You can touch them Spencer, that’s part of the reason why I got them.” I leaned in to press a soft ghost of a kiss to the shell of his ear making him shudder, I then whispered, “it makes them more- sensitive.”

A groan from deep in Spencer’s chest rose up quickly taking me by slight surprise. His large hands then rose up to finally palm my breasts, his hesitation had been whisked away by my words.

When he was no longer satisfied with palming my boobs he reached up with one hand to pinch my left nipple slightly. The slight sting sent a shock of pleasure down my spine in an instant, my panties dampening further in quick response.

A moment of silence passed, the tension suspended thick and heavy in the air before Spencer spoke, “Did you like that?”

I knew it was a rhetorical question, but I still answered with a slight whimper in my voice, “Yes!”

The confident smirk on his face was something I hadn’t seen much of from Spencer, but I was thoroughly enjoying it. He pinched them both this time- and much harder too. The moan I let out was almost pornographic which spurred Spencer on to continue to pinch them, rolling the buds between his fingers before pulling again.

When he moved forward to wrap his lips around one of my nipples I felt like I had gone to heaven. As he laid kisses all along my chest I couldn’t help but try to grind my hips up into him, however I couldn’t from the position I was in.

I was tired of not being able to touch Spencer in the way I wanted, I wanted to give him some pleasure too. I pulled his mouth off of me momentarily so I could push him down to sit on the couch to be able to straddle him properly. He had whined a bit in protest at first, but when my legs that were now stripped of their clothing slung over his lap his complaint died in his throat.

My core rested right over the prominent bulge in his slacks now. I smirked cheekily a little bit before grinding down onto him.

His lips captured my nipple again, this time the one that had been slightly neglected. This time he also decided to bite his teeth down slightly and nibble a little.

“Harder, please!” I gasped as I continued to rock my hips over his clothed cock. He thankfully obliged me by taking my perked nipple and slightly sawed it back and forth between his teeth. The pleasure that came through me from his actions far outweighed the pain, the moan that came falling from my lips was a sign of that.

A squeak then fell from my lips as I was suddenly lifted up and then set on my back. I guess he had gotten impatient from my teasing.

“You’re needy.” I commented with a smirk. He had been unbuttoning his pants when I spoke, but paused when the words came out of my mouth. He then pinned my hands above my head with one of his own and dipped the other between my folds.

“Who’s really the needy one here?” I definitely liked the little taste I was getting of this side of Spencer, that was firmly evident by the amount of slickness was evident on his fingers when he brought them up to my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his fingers eagerly before he could pull them away bobbing my head as much as I could in my constricted position pinned underneath him.

“Fuck-“ He swore which was another normally uncharacteristic thing for Spencer, it spoke to his own neediness. Though I could not make a remark about it as his fingers were still far down my throat.

When he removed his fingers he also lessened his grip on my hands that had been pinned. I wiggled out of his grip to help him get his slacks out of the way. I didn’t care if I was needy as he had said, I was tired of the teasing and my arousal was so prominent I could feel it dripping down my thighs.

He didn’t need any preparation either, his erection looking almost a little painful. ThoughI was more caught up with observing how beautiful he looked- which wouldn’t normally be the adjective someone would use, but it perfectly described Spencer’s cock.

He filled me slowly, letting me feel every vein and letting himself feel every ridge. After he filled me all the way to the hilt he stopped for a moment, just to relish in the feeling of being impatient. I however was too impatient.

“Please move, Spencerrrr…”

“And you say you’re not the needy one…” He commented with another smirk that was now becoming a staple on his face, I never wanted it to leave. I moved my own hips, squirming underneath him to try to coax him into moving.

When he finally obliged me by snapping his hips quickly up into me I couldn’t help but involuntarily make a desperate moan.

It wasn’t long until he had created a steady rhythm along with me. The pace we had set wasn’t rushed, but was still desperate in a way. His thrusts were deep and quick, but he always paused a minute moment at the end of each thrust to appreciate me fully.

Our hands couldn’t stop exploring each other while he kept up our pace. From the amount of time Spencer was lingering to play with my boobs you’d think he was obsessed, maybe he was just a little. He also made sure to pepper kisses all along my neck, jaw, and face. He even made an effort to kiss the tip of my nose, making everything much more sweet.

I however had decided to rest my hands on his hips and ass, sometimes pushing him forward slightly when I felt our pace faltering slightly. When he started to pick up the pace I could feel my pleasure starting to come to its peak. I was going to fall over the edge soon and fast.

“I’m gonna cum!” I gasped, almost so whispley that it was barely sensical. Spencer was able to still understand my words, pitching his hips to hit at my sweet spot more intensely. Then he moved his dexterous fingers down across my boobs pinching my nipple on last time before he spoke,

“Go ahead, I want you to cum for me.”

My hands wound their way into his hair trying to grasp onto something as my orgasm washed over me in waves of pleasure. Spencer too wasn't too far behind, his own triggered as my walls clamped down tightly around him. We rode out our highs together, our heavy breaths mingling in harmony as we started to come down.

Spencer’s gaze was still heavily fixated on my body as we both caught our breath again. His eyes were glanced down at my naked chest, pupils still wide with wonder as he got to fully take in the sight without being clouded by lust. I couldn’t help but want to tease him a little.

“Hey, my eyes are up here, mister.” I said cheekily, though I could tell that he had definitely missed my joke by the look on his face.

“Sorry!” His little squeak was adorable and he started to move his way off of me with averted eyes until I stopped him.

“Spencer- I was joking.” The smile that was prominent on my face then morphed into a coy look. I moved my hands down to cup my own boobs before continuing while I pinched my nipples like he had done, “You’ve got permission to look anytime you want.”

His shoulders slumped a little as they always did when he was relieved, I was happy to see his own smile back matching mine.

We had no desire to move from our position, at least for a little while until I had to get up to clean myself. But, I was content to bask in bliss with Spencer for a while.

He brought me out of my thoughts by booping the tip of my nose with his pointer finger, my nose scrunching up a little in response. I giggled a little bit, moving my own pointer finger up to boop his own cute little button nose.

“Maybe you’d also look good with a nose ring.” He snorted loudly into my ear, making another fit of giggles erupt from me. At least this time my joke was caught by Spencer.

“Maybe so, but no. I’d like it better on you anyway.” His goofy little smile brought me such joy. In hindsight I should have never worried about Spencer loving my piercings, he’d think I was beautiful no matter what iteration I was. The little kiss he left on my nose was a testament to that.

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