#yall better cry happy tears with me

[gibbearish]

kids who werent raised christian being like "lol baptising children is whack if they tried to do that to me i would start doing things to make it look like i was possessed" no you would not. you would bask in the pride and approval coming from the adults around you and you would quietly wait your turn because you were told from birth that sinning sends you to hell and baptism is The Promise that youre dedicating your life to jesus that youve had hyped up for years and watched other people be fawned over as they cry happy tears about it and you do NOT want to fuck up your One Big True Promise To Love Jesus Forever So You Don't Get Tortured For Eternity when you are literally 8 years old. im begging yall to remember its a thousand times easier to see the church's bullshit for what it is when you're not actively in the church. eight year old you is not thinking about trying to fight back against an oppressive religious group indoctrinating children because You Are The Children Being Indoctrinated. stop acting like you would've magically known better if it were you.

[justauthoring]

naturally [4b]

you fit into their little family perfectly - naturally. -> in which yuji wants his mom (a two part snippet)

a/n: yall i just finished omori for the first time and i am an emotional wreck omg also imma try to get a little christmas snippet out for this series (hopefully lol no promises)!

pairing: nanami kento x f!reader, itadori yuji x f!reader (platonic)

“So, what did you want to do tonight, Yuji-kun?”

There’s a brief pause, no more than a second, then; “watch a movie.”

It causes a small laugh to bubble out of your throat. “Watch a movie? That’s all?” His brows furrow at your words, and kneeling to reach his height properly, you offer a smile. “We have the whole apartment to ourselves. We can do anything. Are you sure you only want to watch a movie?”

Yuji pouts, and instantly the smile fades from your lips in concern. “Yuji-kun?”

His little hands twist in front of him, eyes falling to his feet as his cheeks warm, obviously embarrassed. You’re just not sure at what.

Reaching forward, you lightly brush back his pink, unruly hair, pulling it out of his face so you can see him better. Your warm touch is enough to pull his eyes on you, head tilting back up, the apples of his cheeks still a cute, rosy red, as he hesitates.

“You can tell me, Yuji-kun. It’s okay.”

His lips part, and he struggles for a moment to get the words out. The whole situation is so unlike Yuji that you’re not sure what to say or act–the boy was usually boisterous and loud and confident in every little thing that he said or did. He was the type of kid that didn’t often let others bring him down and you’re not quite sure you’ve ever seen him act so shy before.

“Watching… watching movies with you is my favourite thing.”

Oh.

Oh. 

The smile that curls onto your lips is hard to deny, and you feel yourself burst with warmth as his words register in your mind.

Yuji wasn’t a particularly hard kid to get along with. Despite only being five, he was easy to talk to and was nonchalant in a way that he’d usually just go with the flow without a fuss. Like every kid, he had his moments but ninety-nine percent of the time, he was easy-going in a way that made taking care of a kid you had realistically no idea how to take care of quite easy. 

Yuji was all that but you still struggled to wonder what more you could do.

You didn’t want it to just be easy because it was–you wanted to connect with him in some sort of way. A way that, perhaps, a mother naturally does when she has a child. But Yuji wasn’t your child and you’d never had one, so you didn’t have that natural instinct or that natural connection. You had to earn it, and you didn’t mind that at all but you weren’t sure how.

But hearing him say that?

Saying that he had something he loved doing with you? Only you… well it was enough to make you cry.

Moving your hand to cup Yuji’s cheek, you smile brightly at the point, forcing the tears (tears of happiness) that threaten to fall back–you didn’t want to worry the poor boy after all–and nod. “Okay, Yuji-kun,” you hum, “let’s watch a movie.”

And that’s what you do.

You let him pick the first one without a fuss, a light-hearted childrens movie of course, simply happy to just be there. And as you both settle into the couch for the first movie, a plate of Yuji’s favourite food (rice with some noodles) on a tray in front of you both, the two of you sit in comfortable silence, offering some light commentary on the movie to which he does the same. When the first movie is over, you take a brief pause to clean up the dishes and tidy up and of course, Yuji helps you.

Then, as you settle down for the second movie, the movement of Yuji sinking into your side is done without words. He’s silent as he shuffles over to you on the couch, moving your arm so he can rest his head on your shoulder. You watch him with parted lips and wide eyes, until that same beaming smile from before curls onto your lips and you let yourself ease, wrapping your arm around him in return.

You both stay like that for the entire movie.

Half way through the third one, you chance a glance at the clock, seeing how late it is. Nanami said he didn’t mind keeping Yuji up later for the evening if you wanted, given he didn’t have daycare the next day and you’d promised Yuji he could stay up as late as wanted. But Nanami should be home soon and a quick glance down at Yuji tells you he’s getting sleepy even if he tries to deny it.

His head keeps drooping, falling against your side before he quickly picks it up and his eyes look heavy, threatening to fall shut any moment.

With a quiet hum, you pull Yuji’s attention on you; “do you wanna go to bed?”

His eyes fall on you, panicked; “no, wanna finish the movie.”

And despite your better judgement, you nod, agreeing. But, of course, twenty minutes later, he’s fallen asleep against you and you let out a light laugh as you pause the movie once more. You should tuck him into bed if you don’t want him to wake up with a kink in his neck the next morning, so, shifting with effort not to disrupt the small boy, you scoop him into your arms, letting his head rest against your shoulder. He stays asleep because Yuji’s always been a heavy sleeper, and so you make the short walk over to his bedroom, keeping the lights off in favour of not startling him in any way.

You’re gentle as you set him on the bed, pulling the sheets back and then tucking them securely over his small body. You pull his blanket all the way to his chin, tucking the blanket around him to make sure he doesn’t get cold throughout the night.

Once you’re satisfied, you move to leave, before pausing. Your eyes fall on him once more, taking in the peaceful expression on his face as he sleeps away, and think back to the many times you’ve watched Nanami tuck him into bed at night.

Your body moves on its own, hating the thought of Yuji going to bed thinking he isn’t loved, letting your lips press against his forehead gently as you hum out a soft; “goodnight, Yuji…”

And then, as you’re pulling away, you hear, just faintly, Yuji let out a breathless whisper of; “goodnight, mum…”

Your eyes widen, body freezing. Your gaze flickers to him, thinking he must’ve said the words half asleep, probably thinking it was his actual mother tucking him to bed, but as your eyes meet his, you’re surprised to see his eyes, albeit still tired, staring back at you with a small smile on his face.

He reaches out, grabbing your hand with his small one before pushing himself up, enough so that he can press a kiss against your forehead. “I love you,” he mumbles, voice muffled with sleep, before he lets himself fall back, still smiling as his eyes fall shut once more, his chest rising and falling with even breaths.

You stay there, stunned, for a moment more before the distinctive sound of the front door opening catches your attention, snapping you out of your stupor. You chance a quick glance Yuji’s way again, making sure he’s settled comfortably in bed and still asleep, before you’re pushing yourself up completely, slipping out of his room and letting the door shut behind you quietly.

It’s all a blur as you quickly rush to the front kitchen, where Nanami now is, shoes and jacket off, obviously having been searching for you or Yuji. His eyes fall on you with a blink as you come bounding towards him, the gentle greeting on the tip of his tongue pausing when he sees the tears in your eyes.

Instantly, concern floods his gaze.

“Love?” He calls out, panicked, rushing towards you as he glances around, as if in search for what’s wrong, hands falling on your waist as he brushes back your hair. “What happened? Are you okay? Is Yuji–”

But then you’re smiling–a bright, beaming smile that fills your entire face and leaves Nanami breathless.

“Y/N?”

You grasp his hands in your own, tightly; “he called me mom!”

Nanami’s lips part, before his eyes widen, your words processing in his mind. “Yuji?”

You nod, eagerly. “I was tucking him into bed and I know you usually kiss his forehead goodnight, so I did the same not wanting him to feel unloved going to bed. And as I was pulling away, he whispered ‘goodnight, mom’ in return. At first I thought he might’ve been half asleep, not thinking, but then his eyes were open and he leaned forward and pressed a kiss against my own forehead,” you touch the stop with your hands, dazed. “And told me he loved me.”

You realize you’re rambling, your words tampering off towards the end as you turn to meet Nanami’s eyes.

He’s smiling in that soft, gentle way you love, moving to cup your cheeks.

“That’s wonderful, love,” he whispers, “I'm so happy for you.”

[1-800-be-my-baby]

MDNI 18+

part 2 to this ask

i actually hate this so hopefully i did yall some justice 😭

you open your mouth and wrap your plump lips around his fingers. you let out a small moan when his fingers hit the back of your throat. hollowing your cheeks you begin to get lost in the feeling.

rafe quickly retracts his fingers from your mouth, lips connecting with yours before you can whine in protest. the heat that had been pooling in between your legs was returning in full force. grabbing you by the hips rafe pulls you on top of him, seating you on his hard cock. your eyes widen in shock. it’s long and thick, just the thought of it makes you sore.

“rafe-” you lose your train of thought as his lips move to your neck. pressing light kisses on the spot that makes you crumble.

“wait rafe. i don’t- i don’t think it’s gonna fit.” hearing your words he kisses his teeth.

“i’ll fucking make it fit.” before you know it you’re on your back, his fat tip pushing into your sopping cunt. not giving you time to adjust his hips begin to slam into yours. the stretch so painfully delicious you can’t help but let out a loud cry.

he quickly slaps his hand over your mouth. “shut the fuck up. do you want everyone to know how much of a slut you are? desperate for some fucking dick even in your sleep” you aggressively shake your head. “yeah that’s what i fucking thought. so just shut up and take it. i’m gonna remove my hand now, don’t make a sound.”

with the way his tip is hitting every spot inside of you, you can’t help but let out tiny little moans.

“look at you. trying so hard to be quiet for me. such a good girl.”

“jus’ feels so good daddy”

“just needed daddy to take care of you? that it?” you nod your head as tears begin to wet your cheeks. the band in your tummy tightening with every thrust.

“you gonna cum for me pretty girl? gonna make a mess on my cock like you did on my fingers?”

“yes. i’m so close.”

“let go for daddy. it’s okay i got you.” the band finally snaps causing you to gush around his cock.

“fuckk. i’m gonna fill this perfect pussy. you want that?”

“please.” you beg the best you can, being too fucked out to probably respond.

“you’re mine, understand? can’t be sharing this pussy with anyone else.” his thrusts become sloppy before he buries himself to the hilt. you feel his cock twitch before his hot seed fills you up. spilling onto the sheets.

he pulls out and gets up, walking to the bathroom. you can’t help but feel stupid for believing he wouldn’t just throw you aside after getting what he wanted. tears fall down your cheeks but for a different reason this time.

he comes back in the room, stopping in his tracks when he sees you crying. “baby what’s wrong? was i too rough with you?” you shake your head.

“don’t worry about it. it’s my fault. i should’ve known better than to believe you actually care about me.”

“hey, look at me.” you look up at him, lip wobbling, trying your best to not completely lose it. “i just went and got you a towel so i can clean you up. okay? i’m not going anywhere baby. i promise.”

he begins to wipe in between your legs, shushing you when you whimper from the overstimulation.

after he cleans you up he lays back in bed, pulling you against him.

“rafe?”

“hmm?”

“did you mean what you said earlier? about- about me being yours?”

“yeah, i did. you’re mine now, you’re crazy if you think any different.” you hum in acknowledgement, finally allowing yourself to fall into a deep sleep.

rafe looks down at you, watching the way your mouth is slightly parted and how your chest moves up and down with each breath. he smiles to himself before kissing the top of your head. happy that he was finally able to call you his girl.

[thelikesofus]

Buddie Fic Recs

AKA Talented Mutuals Tuesday

Except I spent so long making this list that the timezones changed over BUT I wanted to show my mutuals some love and now that we are going into the hiatus I thought you might all like a list of quality fics to keep you occupied while there is no new Weewoo show. 

I don't know if anyone will actually want to join in on this but if you do the rules are simple:

SHOW YOUR MUTUALS SOME LOVE! Share your favourite fics, (or gifs, edits, literally anything that your very talented mutuals have made), as many or as few as you like but let's share the love around <3

Apologises in advance for the long post btw

@speaknowdiaz I would literally read anything that April writes and would probably sell a limb for the incredible WIPs I know she's still cooking up but here are a couple of my faves:

pining and anticipation (I don't want you like a best friend)

Buck challenges Eddie to try to hit on him after teasing Eddie for not having any ‘game’. This fic is very funny and very soft.

believe in one thing (i won't go away)

This fic hit me straight in the feels. Buck and Eddie go to couples therapy even though they aren't a couple and they work through some stuff.

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@thosetwofirefighters Incredible amazing Nat ily xx

Say It All Out Loud

Eddie comes out to Aunt Pepa after his ‘date’ with Vanessa. I am a little bit biased towards this one because she did write it for me but it's honestly just so good!

How to Cure Boredom: Buckley Edition

The 118 are stuck at the firehouse during a slow shift and Buck entertains them all by mattress-surfing the loft stairs. It’s soft and silly and in the same universe as her other fic Safe in His Arms.

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@loveyourownsmiilee The wonderful amazing Juju not only writes incredible meta and keeps us all fed with Oliver content but Juju also writes wonderful buddie fic. 

When Were You Under Me?

Who doesn’t love a Friends AU. This is Buck and Eddie as Ross and Rachel and it is hilarious and so sweet. 

You should also check out her Buddie Language Meta if you have not read it before <3

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@elvensorceress Jenwyn’s work always astounds me so be sure to check these out:

Color Him Father, Color Him Love

I will scream from the rafters how much I adore this fic and yes it did make me cry (happy tears). It’s a look into Buck’s head after his sperm donor kid is born and he realizes what Christopher (and Eddie) truly mean to him. I know I have recced this before but it deserves all the love. 

Unless You Ask Me To

Eddie dates a man for the first time, and Buck is completely 'Fine'. This is a preemptive rec because it is one chapter away from completion and I have been saving it to binge in one sitting but knowing Jenwyn and her incredible talent I guarantee this will be worth the read. 

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@spotsandsocks If anyone’s work is guaranteed to make me sob like a baby (happy, sad, or tears of laughter) it’s Spotty. 

Everything But (temptation)

This is Spotty’s newest fic and it's just brilliant. Buck is practicing extreme self-control whilst Eddie is being an irresistible menace. 

Could Have, Should Have, Would Have

Buck finally tells Eddie he loves him right before Eddie’s new boyfriend is supposed to meet Christopher. Honestly, all I can say about this fic is that it’s a masterpiece and I screamed many times while reading it. 

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@shortsighted-owl Wonderful amazing Owly (Abbi). I appreciate you so and you make my dash so happy xx

Of foam-moustached kisses, and button combinations

For all your sweet domestic buddie needs this is the fic. Eddie is practicing a video game to get better than Chris and Buck makes fun of his ex-technophobe boyfriend. 

Also THIS EDIT SET to the lyrics of You’re All That I Have by Snow Patrol make me assdffgghjjklkll

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@lilbuddie Okay, this one is just a brag because Minja doesn’t actually have any fics published yet (side eye) but I wanna make sure she is on everyone’s radar for when she does because yall are not ready for the incredible amazing talent that is this girl’s writing!! So go check out the snippets on her Tumblr and badger her until she finishes something plssssss

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@wheelsupin-five Hi! <3

Almost Almost Almost

This adorable of Buck who is always cold and Eddie warms him up I– asfffghhjkklllll

Under Kitchen Light

SO SOFT! Buck wakes up and Eddie isn't there, Buck finds him in the kitchen. 

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@rogerzsteven Simi owns my heart and by that I mean my heart is locked in a cage in Simi’s basement where it is occasionally beaten to a pulp by the most incredibly angsty fics you've ever read.

Cleanse

Buck is extremely nauseous and Eddie takes care of him while I sob over them in a corner.

build me a home underground (free from light and sound)

This fic is so brutal in all the best ways, my heart was in my throat the entire read! Buck gets trapped in a sensory deprivation room while the 118 and Athena race to find him. 

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@ashavahishta another incredibly talented mutual of mine

out of ashes

Is it really a Meegs rec list if I don’t rec this fic honestly it's engraved on my soul. This is a criminal minds/greys inspired fic where Buck is kidnapped and tortured until the 118 can find him. This fic is so so well written and means a million things to me I could never explain but pleaseeeee read it!! 

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@jobairdxx hello lovely xx

Oh, We Pray to Make it Through the Night

Highly recommend this fic, I do love a near-death experience fic! Buck gets injured on a call and Eddie falls asleep holding vigil at his bedside. 

Jules also writes beautiful poetry on Tumblr so go read some of that too <3

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@monsterrae1 MISS RAE! YOU INCREDIBLE THING! <3

love is on its way

I know we’re all a little bit in mourning over the couch theory but it lives on in our hearts and in this fic which has six moments between Buck and Eddie on the Diaz couch (and she’s a wee bit spicy too).

Buck's café (take my heart, just not my order)

Coffee Shop AU. Buck runs the shop where the 118 order all their drinks on shift. I absolutely adore this fic! 

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@alyxmastershipper RYAN!! INCREDIBLY TALENTED MUTUAL THAT YOU ARE!! 

there's always been a rainbow hangin' over your head

If “aasdsdfghhjkl” was a person it was me reading this fic. Eddie comes out to Buck, receives a quirky mug, and gets together with the love of his life. In that order.

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@bekkachaos Wonderful, amazing Bekka xxx

lose yourself in the feeling

I am a sucker for ‘accidental kisses’ and this was just wonderful. Buck is so excited about Maddie and Chim getting engaged that he kisses Eddie when he tells him. 

start me up, open my eyes

Okay, the mild sexual content tag is a lie, nothing has ever been closer to smut without actually being smut than this fic, I have never been so wound up reading a fic. Bekka builds the tension so so well. 

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@sibylsleaves honestly I'm still a little in shock that we're mutuals now so please excuse me while I fangirl over your incredible writing!

with a bird at your door

Eddie starts spending all his time with Buck. Which would be fine if it weren't for the fact that Buck is in love with him. This fic is the perfect mixture of pining, angst, and a happy ending. And yes I think about this fic frequently I love it okay. 

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@mysteriouslyyounggalaxy last but certainly not least (for now). hello lovely xx

(tell the gravedigger) better dig two

Missing scenes from while eddie is trapped in the well followed by the most perfect extended reunion scene. We all know I am a sucker for fics based on the well incident, it’s literally how i started writing for buddie but omg this fic!!!! 

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Remember to share the love around and happy hiatus to you all.

Love, Meegs xxxx

[miyaheestar]

live reaction to the pack wedding audio

KISS SJSGJS DAVID KISS HAIII HAI DAVID 🥺🥺🥺

"i just want a little time with you today, before everything goes crazy" MSHSMHDMSHSM IM GONNA GO INSANE

IM GOING INSANE IM IM GOING IM INSANE IM ACTUALLY DGINGSJSYSISGSKGAJA

"how are you feeling?" NOT GOOD MY BODY TEMPERATURE IS HIGH IM GOING INSANE FYM YOU TOO

"WE MADE IT" WHAT IF I DONT MADE IT WHAF IF I CRY WHAT IF YOU DIE DO NAWT SAY YOU LOVE ME I WILL CRY DAVID SHAW I WILL ACTUALLY CRY SO HARD

"WE'RE GETTING MARRIED TODAY"HE SOUNDS SO FUCKING HAPPY AND SOFT IM ACTUALLY CRYING IM NOT NAWT OKAY IM NOT PLS DONT DO THIS TO ME PLS

"beautiful" i haven't showered and i didn't sleep and it's 7 am in the morning are you blind

"you are. especially first thing in the morning. still all sleepy and cuddly and relaxed. im the luckiest man in the world to get to see it everyday.. for the rest of my life" do you want me to die?

MGSMSGSMSHSM I WANNA CRY SEND HELP SOS SOS SOS SOS SOS SOS SOS SOS SOS SOS SOSBSOSBSOSBSOSJSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOWIS

pls i will actually cry

"you fucking menace" IM YOUR MENACE HAH

KISS

ASHER ASHER ASHER ASHER ASHER ASHER ASHWR ASHWR ASHERA AHEEDHA ASHER AHSER ASHW AAGE

oh he eepy baby 🥺

good morning asher 🥺

"oh my god it's actually today holy shit it's actually happening" HE'S LIKE ME FOR REAL FOR REAL

"when did you wake up" you think i sleep?

WOAHWOAHWOAHWOAH SEXY?? AYO I KNOW I AM SEXY

"IM GONNA BE YOUR HUSBAND" WHAT IF I CRY WHAT IF I CRY WHA IF I ACTUALLY LOSE IT THEN WHST IF I DIE WHAT IF YOU DIE OH GOD DON'T DIE ASHER PLEASE

IM TEARING UP DONT DO THIS TO ME

ASHER I LOVE YOU SO MUCH WHY YOU'RE NOT REAL

"I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BABE" I SAID IT FIRST SO THAT MEANS I LOVE YOU MORE

DAMN RIGHT ASHER DAMN RIGHTTTTT

"about the person who matters to me more than anything else in the whole damn world" STOP STOP THIS OFFICER OFFICER A WEREWOLF TRYNNA SEDUCE ME HE TRYNNA SEDUCE ME SIR I WILL DIE SIR IM BEING SEDUCED

okay scene change

SAM AND ASHER AUGSUAGUAGUAGUAGAUFAUAGAHHUFAHHHH

"mate pairs shouldn't see each other in the morning" DAMN RIGHT SO TRUE HEWL YEAHHH

MILOOOOOO MY BIG.. um SMALL BIG BOY

"grouchy grandpa" HELPPPP "now don't you start." HELLAGSISGSKSG HAHAHAHAHA

"oh my mistake" YOU'RE SO SASSY

... ITS JUST SILENCE HELPP IM CRYING

ERIK PLEASE HAHAHAHAHA YOU'RE SO 😭😭😭

ERIK BODOH LAH KAU NI 😭😭😭😭

HELP PLEASE ENOUGH SILENCE PLS THIS IS WAY TOO FUNNY I'LL THROW UP

IM CRYING

STOP THIS

IT'S TOO LONG STOP THE SILENCE ERIK I WILL EAT YOUR HAIR AND YOU'LL BE BALD

ERIK

LMAO MILO NOT THE WARNING

CHRISSY

"are you trying to look like you got married in wind tunnel" HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HELPPP MILO PLEASE

"im fine.. i-im not" ME TOO ME TOO ME TOO ME TOO ME TOO ME TOO ME TOO

aww grandpa sam 🥺🥺🥺

AWWW DAVID HELPING ASHER

"david, can i ask you something?"

STOP STIP SRSOSO STIP SFOP STOP BITCH STOP I WIWLL CRY

"well i did" DO YOU WABT ME TO KILL EVERYONE THEN MYSELF

im not okag im not ojay im not okay I AM NOT OKAY

i cant do this I'll actually pass out

i cant

im hypervinelantagwtbf

"my dad-" SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP DAVID SHAW SHUT UP

"i picked you because you're the one person i trust more than anyone else. you made me feel safe." I WILL ACTUALLY LOSE IT

I WILL LOSE IT

I WILL NO

I WIGSKSGWK

I AM GONNA CRY

"i was a decent alpha but i wasn't a very good friend" so you want me to kill myself

i am genuinely gonna cry

THEY'RE HUGGING IM GONNA CRYYYYYYY IN GONANNAHSGSISFWKSFISV IM NOT OKAY

"ash euw" I LOVE THAT

MILO DO NAWT HURT MA MAN I WILL EAT YOUR REMAINING HEIGHT

MILO SPEECH

"how much does it pay" BOSGSISGSJGAHAGAGAGAGAHAHAGAHA STAPH

what if i jump

i will jump

i won't

i will

i wont

I WILL SOB I WILL WIBSUSVWKSGSJ STOPAHSGSOGSOSGS

IM GETTING MARRIED YALL

IM IM IM IM

IM GONNA GET MARRIED

it sounds like asher and david getting married LMAO

"um" classic opening

asher if you cry YOU BETTER BE CRYING okay he's gonna cry

what if asher dies after his vows

I WILL BE A WIDOW OH GOD

"i love you" IM GONNA KILL MYSELF AND EAT ERIK'S HAIR

so it's just silence and giggles for babe's speech

got it

it's okay i love asher's giggles

"angel" I WILL JUMP BRO

I WILL

I WILL

I WONT IM SCARED OF HEIGHTS

david please cry

PLEASE CRY

GO FULL ON SOBBING

why guy is not angel's brother

HE'S CRYING YALL CHEERS

CHEERS

and he's laughing too

BUT HE'S CRYING YEAYYYYY

LMAO MILO HAHAHAHAGAHA PLEASEEEE

IT SOUNDS LIKE ASHER AND DAVID KISSING WOAH

... I NEED MORE

ERIK ERIK ERIKSON

[gem-de-lune]

for now is there any talk between SM and seunghan? (for him to come back)

Is Seunghan in talks with SM regarding his return?

The Moon, Knight of Wands, King of Wands.

This is a hesitant yes. I'm very shocked by this- not because it's a yes, but because Seunghan's energy is EXTREMELY different than it was just a few days ago when I did the check-in reading to see how he was feeling.

We have touched on the fact that he had been feeling more hopeful since that reading, but this is like a completely different shift.

Ultimately, the vibe is that there's a lot of being left in the dark and uncertainty. One party is making things happen and taking action right now and it's shockingly Seunghan. I think that SM is very much disengaged from dealing with him at the moment and he is waiting on a proper response, but he is being persistent. SM is being preachy to him but avoiding the actual answer because they just don't have one for him yet (Boo not cool).

When I saw this, I thought to do a quick check-up on how he was feeling.

The Stars

YALL HE IS DOING BETTER FR. He is beaming with motivation right now as if he found a reason to keep on going. The fact that this card is a "plural" stars instead of just star really stood out to me when i pulled it in particular. My eyes lingered on this a bit longer so I think it's an important factor that he has found multiple "stars" to drive him forward right now. So i instantly thought why he felt this way and asked if he had realized the support he had and how he felt about OT7 Briize's support for him.

The Fool, The World

Yall... i see this two ways. He thinks he was literally a fool for thinking he wasn't loved. Its like something slapped him in the face. He is suddenly up and ready for a serious journey knowing he has "the world" on his side.

Right now he is in the best shape yet. Idk what tf happened- maybe he finally hopped on international Tiktok and Twitter- but he legit had a crazy wake up call. To have three Major Arcana pop up when speaking on his current feelings mean these are very strong emotions and intentions. He is really really trying now guys. He is done wallowing and he wants to act now 🥹. I lowkey wanna cry writing this- happy tears because I legit know exactly how he was feeling just mere days prior and he had little to no knowledge of just how many support him....I cry.

Lastly I looked into if SM has any intention of even thinking of letting Seunghan back.

Knight of Chalices, 10 of Wands.

The answer is yes but weary. Due to the boycott I think they have a lot to think about and reevaluate. In my reading from yesterday I spoke on how they were trying to calm us down ising underhanded tactics pretending like they care. However with the Knight of Chalices here, SM are sstll at a point where they can be persuaded to go either way. They are still flexible and nothing is set in stone. So yes, they are still thinking about this.

Therefore: Again- do not give up. Do not back down. Keep fighting. Please do not give up on Seunghan. He is fighting. I also feel really called to let yall know he saw that Riize left spaces for him during their Japan performances. He saw. He sees a lot now* is the message. Please keep going guys. We can do this.

RIIZE IS 7!!

[brainddeadd]

Hate and Conversations

Nico Hischier x Hughes!sister reader

Jack Hughes x sister!reader, Quinn Hughes x sister!reader, Luke Hughes x sister!reader, Trevor Zegras x platonic!reader, Jayden Williamson x ex!reader (OC)

ynhughes: happy birthday trevor, you've been a constant in my life for years and you're stuck with me.

no seriously, thank you, i love you 🩵

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trevorzegras: you're the best friend i could ever ask for. thank you babe 🩵

user: slut

user2: whore

user3: what the fuck

nicoynfan: YN DATING TREVOR ZEGRAS ?!?!?!?!?!?!

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user: i thought she was dating nico ??

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Running through the hallway of Nico's building, I knock on the door harshly, chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. The door swings open to reveal a dishevelled Nico who frowns when he sees me.

"Yn?"

"I'm not dating Trevor," I blurt and his eyes widen before he drags me into the safety of his apartment. "I'm not, I know some of our photos make it look like we are but we're not. We've never.. I've never.. Trev-"

"I believe you." Nico's voice is soft and gentle, hands come up to swipe away the tears that have started to fall from my face. "Even if you did have something in the past, it wouldn't matter. You're.."

"Yours." I supply and his eyes widen again, jaw dropping slightly. "If you want me."

Nico nods almost frantically thumbs brushing over my cheekbones.

"I do," he confirms. "But I'm not asking you out when you've been crying and had a shit day. You deserve better."

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trevorzegras: never thought i'd have to say this, but ynhughes and i are NOT dating. we are friends. best friends.

do we love each other? yes. is it romantic? absolutely not.

(the photo is old, yall did not make her cry, but you did piss me tf off)

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Real Eyes, Fake Lies (Part Nine)

Pairing: soulmate!Lee Jihoon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.2K

Warnings: Hanahaki!au, angst, alcohol consumption, swearing, jihoon has a panic attack, tears, nothing else too drastic this chapter 🙏🏼

Summary: What do you do when you find out the one person that was created by the universe to be yours doesn’t want you back?

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS, DEAR READERS! Omg it’s been so long and I apologize for that! Hopefully this can tie yall over into the new year! 🥰 I hope you all got spoilt over the holiday period and enjoy this new chapter! 🫶🏼 ALSO shoutout to my girl Wei for pretty much cowriting this chapter with me 💜

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“It’s you, isn’t it?”

Jihoon stares at your brother’s soulmate with wide eyes.

“Is what me?”

“Don’t bullshit me, Lee.” Jeonghan frowns, arms crossed tight across his chest. “Y/N. Are you her soulmate or not?”

Jihoon’s heart skips a beat as he pauses.

“What makes you think that?”

Jeonghan notes his avoidance of the question. “It all adds up a little too well. She found her soulmate the day you were supposed to walk her home. She avoids you like the plague unless she has to be near you. She can barely look in your direction but you stare at her like a lost puppy. I see you smiling about her when you think no one is looking. But… you have Ji-ah.” Your soulmate grimaces. “And knowing my Ladybug, which I do, she would never want to separate a couple if she can help it. She’s too selfless for that. She would give her worst enemy the shirt off her back if she thought it would help.” Jeonghan’s eyes look glazed over, tears filling them. “All of the evidence I’ve seen concludes that you’re her soulmate and she is tearing herself apart to keep you happy.”

“How do you know she is hurting?”

“She is drinking.” Jeonghan mutters. “She only ever drinks if she’s really upset about something. This is the only thing I can chalk it up to. Am I correct?”

“No. You’re wrong.” Jihoon lies through his teeth.

“I hope I am.” Jeonghan retorts quickly. “Because what I’ve heard from Soonyoung about you, you’re a great person.” Your soulmate winces as he feels the guilt seep in again. “I know someone wouldn’t willingly do this to someone as sweet as her.”

“You don’t know me.” Jihoon’s voice is small.

“You’re right. I don’t.” He agrees. “Look, I don’t care if you are or if you’re not. All I care about is that girl back there. If you are her soulmate, you need to stop giving her goo-goo eyes while you’re with another girl and giving her false hope. You need to cut the tether. Let the girl heal in her own way because you two being around each other is giving her hope of a relationship that will never happen.”

“You don’t think I’ve tried that?” He hisses. “I have tried to fucking avoid her and let her heal and let her forget about me!” There are tears in his eyes now.

“If I could change how it turned out, I would. I’m her fucking project partner and her best friend is my best friend. This stupid invisible force keeps drawing me to her and I’m hating it.” His words keep spilling out, the tears beginning to fall.

“I feel her cry every fucking night and I can’t do anything about it and help her without hurting someone else! And the worst part is that still despite everything, she hasn’t told anyone because she doesn’t want anything bad to happen to me! I don’t deserve her! I want to stop her suffering and leave her alone but I can’t! What am I supposed to fucking do?!”

Jeonghan sighs and stares at your soulmate in tears before him. “Is it stupid to say follow your heart?”

“Yes.”

He chuckles. “Then I say make your choice and make it quickly. I can’t stand to see that kid go through any more pain than what she has been through, you better be fast.” Jihoon winces as he watches Jeonghan turn around and begin to walk away. “Jihoon-ssi, Consider yourself lucky that it was me that noticed and not her brother. If it was him, you’d be dead where you stand. Do you understand?”

“Yeah.” Jihoon whispers, running his fingers through his hair slowly.

“Good. I hope I don’t have to tell you to stop hurting her again.”

Jihoon stares up at the starry sky as Jeonghan makes his way back to the campsite, tears still falling down his cheeks. His mind is running a mile a minute, his lungs squeezing as he tries to control his breathing.

What the fuck is he going to do?

It takes Jihoon another 20 minutes before he makes his way back to the group, his brain just as jumbled as it was before. He is no closer to a solution than he was before being confronted by Jeonghan, and he is sure he isn’t going to have it by the end of the night. He looks to the picnic table first, looking to see you still wedged between Jisoo and Seungcheol, sipping from your third bottle of soju. Your eyes are glazed over as you lean quietly into Jisoo’s side, a dopey smile on your face as you laugh at Soonyoung. Jisoo’s arm is kept tightly around you, rubbing your arm soothingly as Seungcheol speaks in hushed whispers with his soulmate.

Jeonghan’s words have planted a seed of worry in Jihoon’s brain as he spots Seokmin watch his soulmate with adoring eyes, who is currently fawning over you. He really should figure out what to do with his fucked up situation, but for now, he makes his way to his housemates and his not-soulmate. He plants himself down in the camping chair next to Ji-ah, who doesn’t seem to notice his arrival. Instead, she is staring at her phone with a little smile forming on her face.

“Did your sister send you some dress ideas, babe?” Jihoon asks, the pet name leaving a bad taste in his mouth.

His presence startles Ji-ah, yelping and almost dropping her phone. “Huh?”

“I just asked if that was your sister.”

“O-oh.” She laughed, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Uhh.. yeah, just talking about cake flavor ideas.” She shoves her phone quickly into her pocket before he can see, cheeks flushed. Jihoon simply hums and nods as he leans forward slightly to listen in on Mingyu and Wonwoo’s conversation.

“No~!” Jihoon hears you whining as Seungkwan takes Seungcheol’s spot beside you. “I want it, Boo.” You jutt your bottom lip out as Seungkwan holds the bottle of soju above your head.

“Ah-ah. No.” His voice is firm. “That is bottle number three when you have had no food in you. It’s time to eat.”

“Why?” You sigh dramatically.

“Because you’re going to get alcohol poisoning.” Jisoo tries to encourage you.

“Maybe I want to get blackout drunk.” You huff.

“Maybe,” Seungcheol agrees with you, leaning against Seungkwan’s back as he held the alcohol high above your reach. “But in this family, we drink responsibly. You will get this back when you eat at least one bowl of rice and some meat.”

“Come on, you,” Soonyoung sits atop the table in front of you, holding the chopsticks full of food towards you. “One bite at a time.”

“No.” You grumble, turning your head away from him.

“If you eat, you get the soju back, Goober.” Jisoo encourages beside you, still rubbing at your arm as you look up at him. Your frown is still visible as he smiles down to you, nodding eagerly. After a long sigh, you open your mouth obediently as Soonyoung puts the awaiting food into your mouth.

“There we go!” Seokmin grins and claps happily at you.

“Good girl.” Jisoo praises, and your cheeks turn red as a small smile forms on your lips, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by your soulmate.

Soonyoung wordlessly offers more food to you, which you take eagerly with Jisoo’s praises, but Jihoon can’t help but stare at your blushing cheeks and dazed smile at your brother's friend with each bite. For the upteenth time that night, Jihoon pushes down the uncomfortable feeling that settles in his stomach as he tries to remember Jeonghan’s words to tell him to move on from you.

Within five minutes, almost the whole plate is finished by you, your rosy cheeks puffed up as you look hopefully to Seungkwan. “I did good?”

“Hmm~” he hums appreciatively. ���You sure did.” He grins, patting your head sweetly as he passes the soju to Jisoo.

“Now, you can have this back, but you gotta be good and drink slowly. Okay, Goober?”

“Yes, Shua-‘ppa.” You chirp through your last mouthful of food, and giggle gleefully as he passes the alcohol to you.

Jihoon purposely attempts to keep his back to you to avoid the temptation to keep an eye on you. You’re clearly tipsy at best, and too many nights of handling a drunk, clingy Mingyu have conditioned him to want to try and keep an eye on you to see if you’ll be just as destructive as your friend.

To his surprise though, for the rest of the night you stay by Jisoo’s side, nestled delicately against him. Jisoo doesn’t mind, on the contrary, he has kept up his conversations with the others well as his arm absentmindedly keeps you close, stroking your shoulder as he talks. You stay happily curled up, fiddling with a box of beads and string that Jisoo has brought for the trip, making bracelets as you hum drunkenly to yourself.

“Hyung,” Mingyu is whispering to your brother, standing by the fire near Jihoon’s seat, who can’t help but listen to his housemate speak. “Are you sure you should be letting Y/N-ie drink?”

“She’s not hurting anyone, is she?” Seungcheol deadpans, raising an eyebrow. “Look at her. She’s fine.”

Jihoon follows the line of view with Mingyu, observing you. You’re smiling quietly as you delicately place a purple flower bead onto the small plastic thread, Jisoo leaning down and whispering something in your ear, making you giggle and nudge his side before testing the length of the bracelet around his wrist.

“Aren’t they a little too close?” Wonwoo comments, a frown of concern on his face as your soulmate keeps his eyes on you tying the end of the bracelet around Jisoo’s wrist securely.

“If you’re trying to insinuate my friend would make a move on my sister, you’re wrong.” Seungcheol hums nonchalantly, taking a swig of his beer. “We were all close as kids. This is exactly like how they were.”

“Is Shua single, babe?” Jeonghan asks your brother, loud enough for Jihoon to hear. Jihoon frowns deeply, knowing what he is trying to do.

“I mean, he has a soulmate.” Seungcheol responds, Jeonghan keeping his eyes on Jihoon. “He hasn’t seen them for a long time, but he has one.”

“Interesting.” Is Jeonghan’s only response, sipping his drink as he eyes your soulmate’s obvious grimace.

Your giggles filled the comfortable silence for most of the relaxed evening as you watch Seungkwan nag to Soonyoung, wagging his finger in his face as the older boy starts to imitate him. The night has begun to quiet down now, nearing close to 1am as some of the group have retreated to their tents for the evening, leaving only Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Jisoo, Soonyoung, Seokmin, Seungkwan, Jihoon and yourself left awake. Although, you are clearly losing the battle of consciousness.

You’re currently on your upteenth bracelet of the night, blinking blearily as you place the rainbow beads carefully onto the thread as Jisoo, who now hasn’t left your side almost all evening, joins in as he seems to be making a necklace. Jihoon has been preparing to go back to his tent for a little while now, but he finds himself not able to rest until everyone else has. He stays put in his camping chair as he watches you and your friends wind down for the evening.

“Hey, you.” Seokmin leans over you, making you lean backwards against his front, relishing in his warmth as you hum in content.

“Hi.” You smile sleepily, watching as Seokmin reaches down to tie the bracelet against your wrist.

“Ready for bed, hm?” He smiles down to you as you begin to pout. Before you can speak, though, he laughs. “Come on, Bug, we are going into the city tomorrow to go to the beach. We need to rest so we can have a fun beach day.”

Jihoon can see the gears ticking in your head as you process his words, lip still in a deep frown. It’s cute.

“The bracelets will be here for you tomorrow, y’know.” Jisoo chimes in with a charming smile. “And we are all going to bed now so you won’t miss out.”

“Mm…Kay.” You yawn.

“C’mon.” Soonyoung coos, taking your hand as you rise, reaching up and rubbing at your eye tiredly. He wraps you in a fluffy blanket as he leads you to the large inflatable pool. He glances at Seungcheol and Jeonghan as he passes them, whispering. “Do you have the painkillers for tomorrow?” When they nod, he nods with approval before scooping you up and settling you down on the pillows beside his soulmate who takes you carefully.

“Ready for some stargazing?” Seokmin smiles as you nod silently, already leaning back and looking up at the clear, starry sky as Soonyoung lays down beside you. Your eyes begin to tiredly flutter closed, your head falling and resting against your best friend’s shoulder.

“I thought you said she wasn’t affectionate and cuddly with soulmated people?” Jisoo asked your brother curiously as you snuggle with your friends.

“Normally she isn’t.” Seungcheol hums.

“She’s been drinking, that’s why.” Jeonghan chimes in as he cleans the last of the rubbish on the table.

“Did you end up finding out why?” Your brother asks quietly. “She only ever does when something has really hurt her.”

Jeonghan pauses with a quick glance to Jihoon before shaking his head, a pang of guilt building inside him. “No. She wouldn’t tell me.”

“She will tell you about it when she’s ready, I’m sure.” Jisoo replies sagely with a smile that makes Jihoon almost scoff. He has known you for five minutes.

“Yeah, but…” Seungcheol sighs.

“Hey, no buts.” His soulmate smiles, pecking his lips. “She’s in the safest hands she could be in. And like Joshuji said, she will tell us when she is ready.”

After the others all made their way to their tents for the night, (and after a stupid longing stare at you resting in Soonyoung’s arms) Jihoon heaves a sigh as he steps into his small tent to see Ji-ah sitting straight up on the mattress, looking as if she’d seen a ghost.

“Babe?” The name leaves a bitter taste in his mouth that he chooses to ignore. It causes Ji-ah to jolt, not sensing his presence. “Is everything alright?”

“Jihoon,” she sighs nervously. “Something has happened. I… tomorrow when we go to the city I need to go home.”

“Wait, what?” Jihoon’s eyes widened as he crawled onto the mattress beside his not-soulmate. She tenses. “What’s happened? Do you need me to go with you?”

“No!” She insists quickly, making Jihoon jolt in shock. “I mean… no,” she takes a shaky breath and laughs awkwardly. “No.. it’s fine. I just need to get home as soon as I can.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come?” He reaches for her hand, which she hesitantly takes.

“Yes, I’m sure, babe.” She smiles, although to him it almost seems like a grimace. He pauses for a moment before nodding.

“Okay. I’ll get Jeonghan-ssi to take a detour on the way to the beach tomorrow.”

“Thank you…” she smiled again, a bit more genuine this time as they both moved to lay down to rest, although Jihoon doesn’t think he will be able to sleep any time soon - the memories of Jeonghan’s words and your heartbroken face playing over in his head on loop.

At the ripe time of 8:14am, Jihoon steps out of the tent with Ji-ah’s suitcase in tow, wincing at the bright sunlight shining through the trees on the campsite. He rubs at his eyes tiredly, glancing around at the state of the others.

At the early hour, only a few are awake and making breakfast for the (most likely) hungover others who are still resting. Jeonghan and Seungcheol man the barbecue, Jisoo putting all the food onto plates for everyone once they wake. Jihoon can’t help but frown a little at Jisoo before he glances over to where he knows he shouldn’t look.

Seokmin and Soonyoung are awake, sitting up and talking quietly to each other with a still resting you sleeping against Soonyoung’s chest. Your face is hidden from everybody, buried against the soft fabric of your best friend’s hoodie, protecting you from the brightness of the sun. Soonyoung is patting the back of your head as he speaks intimately with Seokmin, who is scratching your back absentmindedly. Jihoon watches for a moment, nose scrunching up slightly before he turns to make his way to your brother and his soulmate.

“Umm, Jeonghan-hyung,” Jihoon starts nervously. Hyung is fine, right? It’s respectful enough. “Can I please talk to you for a second?”

Jeonghan looks genuinely surprised at your soulmate standing before him, looking dare he says… scared? He’s amused as he watches Jihoon glance at your brother nervously for a split second. Your brother pays him no mind, still tending to the food so it doesn’t burn.

“Sure, give me a second.” He smiles, stepping out from behind the barbecue to the picnic table a few meters away, Jihoon trailing behind awkwardly.

“I’d like to ask a favor.” He can’t look Jeonghan in the face. If he was honest, his chat with him yesterday scared the crap out of him at the thought of your brother’s wrath. “It isn’t much, really…”

“What is it?”

“Ji-ah has had a family emergency come up.” He gestures to her suitcase by their tent. “I just wanted to ask if it was okay if we could pass by the train station on the way to the beach today? I can cover for fuel and-”

“Oh!” Jeonghan lets out an airy laugh. “Is that all?” Jihoon’s shocked at the change in his tone. “I thought you were going to tell me that you were going to do something stupid like ask me how to woo your soulmate.”

Jihoon gasps audibly as he quickly turns to look around to see if anybody overheard Jeonghan’s words.

“It’s fine, Jihoon-ssi.” He smiles. “Half of the guys are planning to go shopping in the city while we go to the beach anyway. No sweat.”

He releases a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Oh.. thank you, hyung.” He nods slowly. As he turns away, he jumps slightly at the feeling of Jeonghan’s hand grabbing his wrist.

“It’s no problem.” His voice is suddenly icy. “But, for future reference, don’t think about asking me about how to win Ladybug’s heart unless you’re 100% serious, you hear me?” A small jolt of fear runs through him as he nods worriedly. And just as quick as he came, Jeonghan’s expression changes back to his happy demeanor. “Perfect! We are on the same page then! Good talk.” He claps him on the back before making his way to the food. “Now have some breakfast before it gets cold.”

The others are uncharacteristically quiet as they all climb onto the bus for the quiet ride into the city due to the copious amount of alcohol consumption from the night before. Seungcheol is amused at the sight of a hungover you climbing onto the bus and planting yourself down on a seat.

You pull a pair of sunglasses over your eyes, leaning your head on the headrest as you immediately attempt to curl up and get comfy. Seokmin sits beside you, smiling at you as you grab his hand, placing it directly on top of your head with an intelligible mumble. Seokmin seems to understand, though, as he carefully pulls what hair he can back, starting to braid it delicately and neatly as Seungkwan chuckles with Mingyu at how adorably clingy you can be when you aren’t worrying so much.

Jihoon is unfortunately in the seats directly behind you both with Ji-ah, a small frown on his face as he tries to not stare at you and your hair. He’s so close he can hear you almost purring with content as you start to drift off once more, his stomach twisting in pain as Jeonghan starts the bus to take off.

“Thank you again for keeping her company, last night, Jisoo.” Jihoon can hear Seungcheol murmur to his friend, who is sitting beside Soonyoung.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” He chirps happily, the alcohol’s after effects clearly not bothering him. “I’ve missed my little Goober.” Jihoon scoffs quietly, glancing out the window to try and ignore the conversation but feels his blood run cold for a moment as Jisoo’s voice grows softer.

“Besides, she needed that last night - to be carefree and have someone be there for her the way someone who loves her can, even if it was just for a night.” Everyone understands what Jisoo is implying, including Jihoon as he spots your brother’s soulmate stare at him for a moment through the rear view mirror. He winces, glancing away from the intense gaze, opting to stare at the scenery that is his first home town for the remainder of the short drive.

“Thank you again for dropping me off here, Jeonghan-Oppa.” Ji-ah smiles politely as she stands by the door of the bus. “You could have dropped me with the others at the mall, I would’ve found my way here.”

“Don’t be silly,” Jeonghan smiles at her, having got out of the bus to stretch his legs for a moment. “It’s no trouble at all. I would have rather known you made it here safely and in one piece. I hope your emergency is able to get sorted out quickly.” He gently pats her arm as she smiles sweetly at him.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you in?” Jihoon asks her quietly, and she shakes her head with a smile.

“I’m keeping you guys enough as it is. Go enjoy the beach, kay?” She smiles. Jihoon nods with a little smile.

“Alright then. Message me when you get back home?” He leans in to peck her lips, only to be surprised when instead of her lips, his own meets her cheek.

“Will do, Hoon. Bye!” Ji-ah is quick to grab her suitcase, dashing towards the entrance to the station, leaving Jihoon dumbfounded at the foot of the bus.

Did she just dodge his kiss?

“Jihoon-ah.” Jeonghan’s voice calls to him. If he noticed anything unusual, he doesn’t comment. “You coming?”

Jihoon blinks out of his daze, nodding quickly before climbing back up into the bus and back into his seat.

Jihoon has always loved the beach. Even though he was, as Soonyoung would call it, a certified hermit, as a child he would always find himself spending his weekends at the beach with his parents if the weather called for it. He takes in a deep breath as he tastes the familiar salty air, a small smile of content on his face as he watches the waves lull lazily against the shore.

Only a small number of the group decided to join Seungcheol and Jeonghan at the beach, including himself, Seokmin, Soonyoung, Wonwoo, Mingyu, Seungkwan, Hansol, Jisoo and yourself. He was more than happy with anyone who decided to join them, with the plan being the whole group meet up for dinner at a hotpot restaurant to celebrate Seungcheol’s actual birthday before taking the party back to the campsite for drinks and games.

Seungcheol, Soonyoung and Mingyu are already in the water as Jihoon sits down on his beach chair under a large communal beach umbrella where he and the others have set up for the day. He watches as Seokmin sits with Seungkwan and Hansol, happily making plans for a large, elaborate sandcastle while Wonwoo and Jisoo sit quietly on their towels, having a quiet discussion together. He glances down at his phone to see if Ji-ah has texted him yet, and sighs quietly when he sees no notifications.

“Are you seriously not thinking about getting into the water today, Ladybug?” Jeonghan’s hums in the distance, drawing closer to Jihoon and their things. “I think the cool water would make your hangover better, wouldn’t it?”

“Nope.” Your voice is dull and monotone, mirroring the way you feel. “There are sharks in that water, I refuse.”

“Sharks wouldn’t come up to where the water meets your hips, pabo.”

“I refuse to take that chance.” You wave him off, Jihoon hearing your voices getting closer. “I like swimming in bodies of water that are condensed and clear enough so I know what I’m getting into.”

“Then why are you wearing the bikini if you don’t plan on getting in?” Jeonghan retorts. Jihoon gulps.

“Because I need the tan.” You bark back, Jeonghan simply chuckling as he tickles your sides, causing you (and Jihoon) to jolt and yelp.

Jihoon knows he shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t.

Against his better judgement, he turns his head towards where your voice is coming from, choking on his own spit as he sees you; hair braided and sunglasses covering your eyes. You’re wearing a pastel blue and white striped bikini, the little galaxies of your collarbone on full display as you make your way to a beach chair near where Wonwoo is situated.

Jihoon is so fucked.

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[elasticbeach]

Please tell me you are writing a part 3 to the breaking up with Shanks and it ends with a fluffy happy family

Part 3/ Breaking up with Shanks but realizing you still have feelings for him

Yall I didn’t even realise that I haven’t posted this 💀 this has been sitting in my drafts for waay too long, anyways thank you all for all the positive feedback, I feel like this part is written better than the first two. Anyways enjoy reading!

Warnings: None

Part 1/Part 2/ Part 3

You were standing in the kitchen while your little girl was having her usual afternoon nap, you were baking muffins just because, everyone loves muffins right? Actually your nerves were driving you crazy with every passing second and baking seemed to ease your nerves a little. Your mind raced with questions. Will there be a knock on your door? Or will the door be smashed entirely? Will he take your baby away from you? Will he even show up? Did he get scared and just decided to dump you entirely? Too many questions plagued your mind and while you stared outside the window deep in thought a knock brought you back to reality. Your head snapped at the sound of gentle knocks and your heart started racing. Slow steps getting you to the door, standing in front of it you were pretty sure your heart would explode as your heartbeat hammered loudly in your ears. Slowly you opened the door just to reveal the old lady next door. At this point this whole situation slowly started driving you mad. You had never experienced paranoia like this and had no idea how to deal with anxiety like that. After the lady left, you went to check on your daughter. She was peacefully sleeping in her crib, kneeling down next to her you brushed a few of her red locks out of her face. She really went after him, huh? you thought. Life still did not feel real, even when your daughter was born. you still felt like that young girl who just wanted some love and adventure. tears formed at the corners of your eyes, you miss him so much, it hurts.

A few days later you were laying on the beach trying to enjoy some sun while your daughter slept under the small tent you put up. Your mind did clear a bit at the ocean breeze and the warm sun tanning your skin. You almost fell asleep yourself, till you heard it "PIRATES!!" someone screamed in panic. You quickly sat up and looked at the horizont, that’s when you saw it, his ship. The ship you spent years on, before settling down. You quickly put a robe over your body and grabbed your daughter, you didnt even bother standing uo or trying to flee. Just pressing her against you and closing your eyes, anticipating the worst. A few minutes passed, you were too afraid to open your eyes. You heard steps approaching and thats when you opened your eyes. "Long time no see, ____" you sighed to embarrassed to even look his way. You heard him coming closer. "Please dont take her from me.." you whispered in a weak voice. You heard him sit down next to you. "I would never." he said in a serious tone and thats when you finally looked at him. His face carried a frown while his eyes showed sadness. He was hurt you could tell, tears formed once again. "Im so sorry..I really am." You said and sobbed. “Shh” He immediately started calming you down while rubbing your shoulder. You sobbed again before sniffing and calming your nerves a little, you looked at Shanks again. “You’re still just as beautiful.” He said with that smile of his, no mischief or lie in his eyes. It was the first thing he decided to say, nothing about the daughter and not how mad or disappointed he is but this. He called you beautiful, making you tear up again. He chuckled “Stop crying, you always make that funny face when you cry.” That made you chuckle a bit making you sniff and carefully hand him his daughter. Without a word he took the little girl looking at her little face. The little girl was inspecting her father for a few seconds before crying and wiggling, scared of the unfamiliar man. “I’m sorry, should’ve called earlier.” You started as he handed you your daughter with a light smile, as you started rocking the infant you continued to speak “ I was just so scared, I didn’t think it was necessary. No, that’s wrong..I was sceptical if you would even care you know? And it was just nerve wracking, because what if you took her from me??” You started sobbing troughout half of your monologue. “Calm down now you two crybabies.” He interrupted you with a smirk. “How come the two most important women of my life are crying because of me?” He chuckled a bit, again loosening the atmosphere again. “I’m sorry” You repeated, sobbing and wiping your tears with your shoulder, still having your daughter in your arms. Her crying stopped by now and she was inspecting Shanks from a distance now. “It’s okay.” Shanks says smiling at his daughter and then at you. “Must’ve been scary going trough all of this alone?” Shanks asks and you nod. You two spend up to three hours talking about casual stuff, him telling you about the adventures you missed. You telling him everything he missed of his daughters life and said daughter warming up to her daddy enjoying his company.

“I’ll walk you to your home.” Shanks said as you started packing. You didn’t even try to protest, because you know you want him to. You want his affection and attention, want him to stay. Forever. “Thanks” You flash him a smile before laying your daughter in her crib and the two of you start walking. And this image of the two of you, it brings you peace. It feels so normal, so natural. You probably look like a normal family walking back from the beach, everything feels so right, if only it had been like that since the first day. Your thoughts are interrupted by his voice. “So how are we handeling this whole situation?” You shrug, really not having a clue how to answer “I’m definitely not taking the two of you onto the ship, that’s way too dangerous. Just stay here, I will visit from time to time. You should call me more often, I want to hear more about your life. Maybe we aren’t lovers anymore, but we should at least keep in touch, we do have a kid together.” He chuckles after the statement, most definitely hiding how he actually feels, you know him too well to not notice. “Yeah, sounds good.” You reply, because you know that it’s over for the two of you. Even if he still loves you how could he possibly still want to be with you, a liar and coward that doesn’t even know what she wants.

Back home you bathe your daughter together and then you rock her asleep. As you slowly close the door to the nursery and walk to the kitchen he’s already waiting at the door. “Well, I think I will get going for now let’s meet tomorrow again, with the crew as well.” He rubs his neck as he speaks “I thought you were staying dor dinner” your voice getting more quiet troughout your statement. “I can stay??” He seems surprised and happily sits down at the dinnig table. You smile a bit and start preparing something small for the two of you. Dinner is nice, you talk a bit here and there but it’s mostly quiet, not an awkward quiet more of a enjoying each other’s company quiet. You would look up a few times, looking at his strong hands as he cuts the meat or how he licks his lips after each bite. You would lie if you said you didn’t miss the way his hands touched you or the way his lips kissed you and licked-. You stopped yourself right there, these times were long gone. You shoud just stop thinking about him in this way, he’s just the father of your daughter, you ex-boyfriend that YOU broke up with. “You alright?” You look up a bit confused. “You haven’t touched the food in like a minute just staring at it.” He looks at you just as confused. “I was just lost in thought, sorry.” You crack a smile and keep eating. You two finish eating in silence and he helps you clean up after.

“Well, see you tomorrow then?” He says as he steps over the door step. “Yeah.” You look up at him. You two look in each others eyes, seeing the desire, the love for each other. He leans down and presses a quick kiss on your cheeck. “Goodnight” He smiles. “Goodnight.” You smile back and close the door, you lean against the closed door and slide it down smiling like a fool.

The next morning you woke up a bit late. Your daughter was crying all night so you didn’t get all that much sleep. Rubbing your face with cold water you hear a knock. Drying your face and walking over to the door you slowly open expecting Shanks. As he looks upon your figure he immediately notices your tired appearance, while you still wear your Pjs. “You alright?” He asks as he steps inside. “Do I look that bad?” You chuckle a bit closing the door behind him. “No, not really. Just a bit..worn out.” The two of you chuckle. You lead Shanks to his daughter that is still asleep in your bed, since she refused to sleep away from you. “Look at her, didn’t let you sleep all night and now she’s snoozing away.” You smile at his statement, seeing how lovingly he looks at his daughter. “I wish I would’ve seen more of her and you..pregnant.” He looks over at you. You two share neutral expressions as you look at each other, both of you unsure how to handle the situation. You look down at the floor and sigh. “Look, I’m really sorry about everything-“ “Don’t, I understand.” He interrupts you. “No, please let me finish. Just listen to me please.” You sigh again and start talking. “I did NOT know of my pregnancy when I left and that wasn’t the reason I left. I just always dreamed of domestic life, but I also always knew that with you it would be impossible. But I don’t know what’s gotten into me when I left I was I don’t know..” You take a short pause to swallow the lump in your throat. “Maybe it were the pregnancy hormones or whatever but I need you to know that. I still love you and never stopped, I thought it was the better thing for me to leave and try to forget you but how could I? You are the love of my life Shanks. I don’t know if you could ever forgive me for taking your daughter from you, but I just need you to know that I love you. I never stopped loving you.” Tears stain your cheeks by the time you are finished and when you sob and look up you see him standing in front of you. The two of you fall into a long embrace. Hugging each other, with you just crying into his shirt. “Now calm down, I never stopped loving you either.” The two of you keep on hugging. He then pushes you away a bit just to capture your lips in a long kiss. You never felt so much joy in your life as his lips touched yours, everything else didn’t seem important anymore and you just forgot about those months of separation in this moment. You two parted for air and looked into each others eyes when suddenly a crying noise from your daughter captures your attention. “I will take care of her in the living room, get some sleep.” He smiled and wiped some of your tears. “I love you Shanks.” “I love you too.”

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[notiddygothgf]

8. Addictive

★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader

★ ❝ He took everything from me. ❞ ❝ Then leave him. ❞

★ c.w.: smut. cigarettes and confessions. (more content warnings and tags)

★ a/n: IM BACKKKK! I'm soooo excited for yall to read this. I loved writing this chapter, and im ngl i broke my own heart writing the end of it. (no spoilers tho). my heart yearns for them to be happy but alas i am the writer and i love torturing you guys (jk... kinda....) keep those comments coming! ily all 

★ w.c: .7.2k

shameless ; chapter index

"JUST RELAX, BABY," he mumbled into your dripping wet cunt. His lips departed from your flesh briefly, but only to roughly scoot your ass closer to his face. Then, completely disregarding your concerns, he quickened the pace of his fingers. His hair was tangled in your fist while the rest hung in strings over his face. 

"Let me take care of you," He groaned, the sound muffled by your trembling thighs. "Gonna make you feel real good, promise."

"Mmmfuck– wait," You gasped. Your body, however, gave a different signal. You yanked his hair, and then trapped his head between your thighs with your legs – broken pleas of his name were the only thing coming from your lips. Your legs spasmed once more before you gushed all over his wrist again, spraying him in the face this time. He eagerly licked you up. 

"You look so perfect with my fingers in you, pretty mama," Aki moaned against your clit, but the sound seemed to be swallowed down every time he sucked on the sensitive bud. "Keep going-- doin' so good."

"M'gh... fuck–" You pleaded, sentences reduced to mere gibberish. "Aki, baby..."

He pulled away from your pussy, letting his fingers work you open, pressing deep into your g-spot like he knew your body better than you knew it yourself. "I got you, baby," He panted, peering up at you with such feverish hunger that it made you squirm. "Feel good?"

Desperately, you stumbled to find the right words. What came out, whatever, was a broken cry of "Mhm".

"You feel so fuckin' -- So good–" It slipped out. Truly, you had never intended to let it slip. Yet, still, when his fingers curled up against a particularly sensitive spot with all of the ease of a harpist plucking at the strings of your core, your lips spilled praise of his name. "Aki, I'm g'nna cum, fuck."

"Do it, baby," His smirk grew in size. He licked some of you off of his lips, and then hummed, "Cum for me."

Instantaneously, somehow, his fingers pressed the right spot – just the right amount of pressure – then it snapped. The coil of your release snapped with all of the power of a freight train, your orgasm slamming into you in a way that had your back arching up off of the bed. Your hips jolted up against his fingers and his tongue, lips chanting his name like a mantra while feeling every last stroke of his long fingers against your walls. You could feel the shock tear through you in waves, tearing trembling gasps from your lungs while you rode it out. "Aki!" you gasped again once the pleasure had cleared long enough for you to think. Not your husband, but him. 

It felt so good to breathe his name, to claim him – even if he wasn't necessarily yours. 

"Fuck," You mewled. 

Aki slipped his digits out of you, peering up at you with messy hair, with frazzled eyes. Then, the devil that he was, he popped two of them into his mouth, collecting the gooey mess you had left behind onto his tongue.

"Aki..." You panted – chest heaving a mile a minute. You couldn't stop now, even if you were sore. You needed him, all of him. You didn't need time to recover; you needed him. "Aki, if you don't fuck me right now, I swear to God, I'm going to explode."

"Yeah?" He laughed quietly, breathlessly. The entire bottom half of his face was shiny, soaked with the slick of your arousal. He wiped it on the back of his hand. "How badly do you want it?"

"Bad enough," You huffed. 

"Wanna ride me, baby?" He grinned. It was odd, hearing such vulgar words come out of such a stoic man's mouth. 

"I thought you would never ask," You giggled. "Get your ass up here, Hayakawa."

You didn't have to tell him twice. You shifted over to make room for him on the couch, and he sat right down next to you like he had been waiting his whole life for you to say those words.

He closed the difference between the two of you, hand tilting your chin up so your faces were aligned. Your lips met in the middle in a searing kiss, filled with all the passion and intensity that had been building between the two of you for so long. You couldn't resist.

Your hands found their way to his shoulders as you climbed into a straddling position over him. You paused briefly before tugging his sweater clean off of his body – over his toned arms, thrown off somewhere in the distance, and fuck, you felt weak at the mere sight of him.

You dove back into the kiss, your lips moving hungrily against one another as if this were the last. Time seemed to stand still. Slowly, you felt yourself get lost in him.

Your bodies pressed up against one another, the heat and urgency of your longing evident in every delicate touch. You could feel the gentle ripple of his muscular torso beneath you as he breathed through the kiss. You knew you shouldn't be indulging in him so shamelessly, but you simply couldn't help it.

You didn't care if it was an illusion. He looked so ethereal beneath you, hair splayed out on the couch cusion around his face like a halo. He was so vulnerable, so perfect. 

He raised a hand up to your face, rubbing his thumb over your cheek, "You're so beautiful."

You felt your resolve crumble as you crashed your lips down on his, mouths melding together for what must have been the hundredth time that night. You moaned softly, moving your hands from his waist to the couch beneath his head as you felt him brace his hands on your hips.

You drew a hand back to slip between your heated bodies, tracing the skin of his chest with a new purpose. He was harder than a boulder beneath you, and you couldn't help but rock back and forth.

"Mmh," he hummed happily, letting you explore his body. "Wish you could see yourself from down here."

"And see my double chin? No thanks," You teased, already reaching for the drawstrings on his gray sweats – which, for the record, left absolutely nothing to the imagination. 

He laid back, letting you tug his sweats down just enough for you to be able to spit into your palm and wrap it around him. It didn't take much to get him wet for you, considering he was practically dripping already by that point.

"I wish I could have you like this every day," He muttered, sliding his hands up your waist while he watched you hover over him. This was moving quickly. Not like you had any objections to that, of course. Clearly, he didn't either. 

You didn't grace him with a response, instead positioning the tip in line with your dripping hole and then sinking down on him. 

He gasped, letting his eyes fall shut. You made a sound somewhere between a moan of pleasure and a moan of pain. Once you bottomed out, the two of you sighed in perfect tandem. It took everything you had to not collapse on him right then and there, and just let him sit inside of you for the rest of the night. Hell, for the rest of your life.

He stretched you out perfectly – like he was made for you.

You lifted your hips and then sank down on him again. You were still wet from the last few hours of your night with Aki, yet the filthy squelching sound your cunt made as it squeezed around him caught even you off guard.

"What happened to behaving?" He tutted, though he let you set the pace, sliding back and forth in a way that had the both of you panting for more. The stretch felt amazing – like you could feel him in your stomach. His eyelids fluttered. 

Fucking back onto his dick, you couldn't fight the strangled noises that seemed to pour out. "You're so fuckin' big," You gasped. It took all of the strength you had not to collapse from the force of your tremble as he braced his feet on the couch. 

Sensing your struggle, he fucked up into you, meeting your thrusts in the middle and sliding in even deeper. 

"Fuck, I feel it in my guts," You giggled.

"Fuckk... I missed you," he moaned – sinful, sultry, tantalizing. When you looked down, his brows were scrunched together, face contorted with concentration. 

You felt something odd inside of you as you peered down at him – your heart felt full. You knew it was dangerous.

"Missed you more–" You panted right back. It was an honest mistake. (You were thinking it, though.) You didn't mean for it to come out.

His eyes widened. "Yeah? I- hah," he breathed. "You missed me?"

You nodded.

"Shit," he groaned, arching his head off the back of the pillow. His lips parted to make way for an uncharacteristically high-pitched whimper. "Say it again, please."

Aki laid his head back against the seat, biting his lip. He released a shuddering breath. 

You slid down further and further each time you bounced, feeling yourself stretching around him like you were made for it, like taking it was your job. And then, right when you had gotten about half way down on it, you looked at his pretty face. His pretty face flushed with pink, eyes squeezed shut. His head thrown back, hair beginning to stick to his forehead, sweat beading at the base of his neck.

And then you took him down to the hilt. 

"Ah, shit," He trembled, fingers digging into the meat of your ass. He was beginning to lose his composure. Fast.

You rose up a bit, and then sank back down on him. He was deep, so deep that you could feel your walls fluttering around him. You picked up the speed a bit, rising and sinking on his dick with newfound purpose. The stretch burned – made your eyes water, tears blurring your already weak vision. 

But, fuck, it hurt so good. 

You shut your eyes.

"Look at me," He said. When you came to, he was already looking at you. Eyes half-lidded and desperate, tongue running across his lower lip. "Say it– Say it again. That you missed me."

Those words alone were enough to make you vocalize your desire for him. Still too shy to ask him for more, you bounced obediently on his dick. Up and down, up and down – until you were panting like a bitch in heat. "M-Missed you."

Aki's hips twitched beneath you, hands tensing on your backside. Then, slowly, he began to meet your thrusts – lifting himself up to meet you halfway.

And somehow, if it were even possible, he slid in deeper. 

"Oh, fuck..." You cried. "Missed you so fuckin' badly."

"Is that why you called me?" He sighed happily, thrusting up a little harder. "Couldn't stay away?"

"Yes," You answered. "Yes– Missed you so– fuck! Fuck me harder."

Aki's lip twitched. "Feels good, doesn't it? I told you I'd take care of you." 

Then, with no further warning, he gripped your hips roughly and slid into you at full force. You gasped, reaching for his shoulders. The couch lurched, and you felt yourself move with it. Every quick drag of his dick against your walls had your body squeezing him for dear life. 

Aki groaned, deep and guttural, slowing his thrusts for a minute to a much slower pace. "Fuck," he gasped. "Fuck, that's good."

The man bit his lip, pulling all the way out again before slamming back in. He repeated this action a few more times, clearly relishing in the way you squirmed and gasped. Or maybe it was the way you looked all fucked out like this, bouncing on his dick like it was your job.

You threw your head back. Aki gasped, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

You drew your eyebrows in, letting him do the work, letting the pleasure consume you. You felt so full. "Aki, fuck," you moaned. 

Then he was picking up the pace again and you felt like a fucking ragdoll ; up and down, up and down.

"Harder!"

"Yeah?" He stammered. He sought out your lips with a newfound urgency, snapping his hips up against your ass almost mercilessly. His quiet grunts and gasps turned into moans against your sore lips. Louder and louder. 

So much for being quiet. Shit, you didn't know who was worse – him and his pornographic little moans or you. You sounded like you were being murdered.

It had never felt this way with your husband. Shit. You had no idea sex could even feel so mind-numbingly good. So addictive.

Then, like some sort of miracle, you felt him hit that spot inside of you -- the one that made your toes curl. As your eyes widened, a desperate moan was torn from your lungs.

There it was. 

"You got a lot of nerve, walking around here like you didn't miss this," He mused. He kept his hips in the same spot, moving at the same pace, the same angle, while letting his fingers explore your chest beneath your sweater – and then further up, applying pressure to the sides of your neck. "In my fucking sweater. Telling me to behave."

You were going to pass out at this rate. Letting yourself be thrown around on his hips, you took his strokes, eyes glazed over with mind-numbing pleasure.

And with every thrust, that familiar knot in your stomach began to grow again. You were – for lack of better words – in another realm. You felt yourself get lost in the sensation. Your surroundings dissipated. At that moment, all you saw was his angelic face below you, eyebrows scrunched together, sweat rolling down his scarred chest, lips parted to make way for those sinful, wonderful noises of his. Every time he moved, his muscles tensed and rippled beneath his skin. 

It was breathtaking. He was breathtaking

In your head, there was no room for your husband. This pussy was his.

His hand gripped your throat – using his thumb to cut off your blood supply for seconds at a time before loosening his grip, letting you gasp for air as the blood came rushing back.

"Don't fucking stop," You cried out for him, "Fuck– don't you dare fucking stop."

"You're taking me so well," He grunted against your neck. His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin. "So good. Like you were made for it."

He reached for your throat again, and you felt your eyes roll back. You felt lightheaded, and dizzy, and it was almost too much. You were getting close.

Sparing him another glance, you quickly realized how much you wished you hadn't done that. Those lust-filled blue eyes of his were burning with a desire so intense you felt yourself grow even more sensitive – full of nothing but adoration for you, like you were spat out from the heavens onto his lap.

Then, without so much as another word, he stood up, throwing your legs around his waist and taking you with him. He walked you over to the arm rest, laying you down so that your head laid atop the couch cushions and your hips were inclined on the armrest. Then, he spread your legs open and guided himself right back into you.

He bottomed out inside of you once more, but it was different this time. At this angle, he had you seeing stars. At this angle, he found your sweet spot with every single thrust. His brutal speed was unrelenting. Eyes unfocused, your nails scratched at the surface of the couch, searching desperately for something to grab onto while he abused your sore pussy, fucking you like his life depended on it.

"Aki, fuck me!" You gasped out, clutching his bicep for dear life. 

He threw your legs over his shoulders. "Don't worry, I got you, baby."

His hips threw you forward onto the couch. A glass tumbled off the coffee table and fell to the floor, shattering loudly as it collided with the ground. 

"Wait– " you managed to get out. "Wait, I think some– ah– somethin' fell!"

Aki didn't so much as check on the table (where your cookies sat on a plate, long since forgotten, just like the horror movie that was well near finished.).

You felt bad for his neighbors, at this point, because your moans had become a lot more similar to screams in lieu of recent events (recent events, of course, being Aki's goal of repossessing your ability to walk tomorrow). This angle was lethal, and it had your vision going spotty.

"Good girl," he hummed. "Good fucking girl."

And there it was again. The overwhelming, uncontrollable urge to give him everything – your body, your heart. You wanted him to claim you. You wanted to belong to him. 

You wanted to be his, and you hated it.

You were so fucking close to the edge, all you could do was scream his name, letting your eyes roll into the back of your head while he fucked you hard and fast – nothing like the way he had fucked you when the two of you had first hooked up.

"This pussy belongs to me, doesn't it?" He smirked, pressing a kiss to your knee. 

Don't give into him.

Have some decorum.

You couldn't take it anymore. The pleasure was far too much to bear. It was making your fucking mind go blank. 

"You're not cumming until I tell you that you can," He practically commanded you.

You bit back a moan, feeling your legs begin to tremble again with the weight of your impending release. You were close, too close to resist the promise of paradise between your legs, in your core. You raked your eyes up his bare, chiseled chest – his pale, glossy skin, watching as his mouth parted to release a few shaky breaths. The muscles in his abdomen tensed up.

Guess I'm not the only one getting close to losing it.

"Can he fuck you better than I can?" He gasped out, landing another smack on your thighs. 

Mentioning your husband while he was blowing your back out was a low blow. Still, though...

"No, baby, no–" you pleaded. "No, he can't, I swear!" You were desperate to finish, crawling towards your release with the last strength you had left. "'S yours! This pussy is yours!"

His.

You had always been his, hadn't you? The little game of cat-and-mouse the two of you had been playing for so long – the hidden motives, the stolen glasses, the hushed whispers... it all led up to this.

"Mine," He purred, deep and buttery-smooth, and the sound of it almost made you cum right then and there. "You getting close, baby?"

Blissfully, you let the pleasure take over you. "Mhm."

"That's why you can't stop comin' back," He added, "Who else is gonna fuck you like me?"

You gasped out, clawing at the couch, "No one!"

The sensation of being filled to the brim was driving you up the wall. 

"That's fuckin' right– Oh, fuck– Cum with me," He gritted out, persisting and chasing after the promise of paradise. 

You hadn't even noticed, but his thumb had begun rubbing circles on your clit – it had been doing that for a while now. 

Being in no position to refuse, you obeyed. For the second time that day, the coil snapped, and your hips jolted rhythmically against him. You felt your walls clench around his dick, a sensation that made him lurch forward and reach his own orgasm, warmth coating your insides.

"Fuck!" You gasped. You felt your legs tremble at the sensation, walls milking him for all he was worth, ankles clawing at his back.

"You're so good for me," He murmured weakly against your lips, rolling into you – slowly – a few more times before stilling completely. He pulled out only a moment later, then he slid you up on the couch, crawling over the armrest until he was hovering over you, pinning you to the cushions.

You kissed him with every bit of strength you had left – which, admittedly, wasn't much. He grabbed you by the jaw, deepening the kiss. And it was in that warm embrace the two of you stayed for a while, sharing a few messy, open-mouthed kisses. It certainly wasn't the first time, but it felt different.

It was different this time. It was so much more than a post-sex makeout session. 

It was everything. Everything you'd been wanting. Everything you'd needed.

He was everything you needed.

So you continued making out with him, holding him, kissing him until your lips felt numb. Until he pried himself away from you – but didn't go too far, pressing his nose up against yours with a weak, satisfied grin.

"That was the best I've ever had," You remarked quietly. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my entire life."

"I can't even think straight right now," He laughed. 

Playfully, you retorted. "Can you ever think straight around me?"

He breathed out a quiet laugh – the sound made your heart squeeze – while leaning in to steal another kiss. "Fuck no," And then another. "But you must enjoy it, because you keep coming back."

"Unfortunately," You sighed. "I'd say that's, like... the only reason I tolerate you."

"What? Because I can fuck you better than anyone else?" He laughed, still a little breathless. "'Don't act like you weren't crying out "I missed you", like, ten minutes ago."

"Maybe I did," You retorted. "You and that big dick of yours."

"If that's what keeps you coming, then I'll keep you cumming," He added. He flopped down next to you. "Does my cooking make up for the week we spent apart?"

"Maybe," you hummed, too blissed out to fully participate in the conversation. 

He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead, murmuring, "I missed you, troublemaker."

You had just enough energy left to mutter the words, "Missed you, too," before passing out on the couch.

You stood in front of a tall mirror in the bedroom, adjusting the straps of a sexy red dress you hadn't worn in years. The fabric hugged your curves, soft against your skin, and you twirled, hoping to feel cute, desirable, like you used to.

But then your husband entered the room, and you knew something was off. He didn't smile, didn't offer the compliment you were silently hoping for. Instead, he stared at you with a strange mix of amusement and disdain.

"Are you really going to wear that?" he asked, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Your heart sank. "Why? What's wrong with it?"

He let out a short, humorless laugh. "You've put on weight. That dress... it's not flattering on you at all."

The words hit you like a slap, and you felt the air rush out of your lungs. You tried to hold onto your composure, to not let the hurt show, but it was impossible. The confidence you had been clinging to crumbled in an instant, leaving you feeling completely exposed.

"Fine," you huffed, your voice shaky as you turned away from him. "I'll go change."

You woke up in an unfamiliar, but surprisingly comfortable bed. The sheets were soft against your skin, a gentle warmth cocooning you, but something about the room felt off, foreign, but not at all disconcerting. The crisp white comforter you were swaddled in carried an aroma – notes of spice, amber, and the faintest hint of smoke – very distinct to someone particular.

Blinking sleep from your eyes, you slowly rolled out of bed, your feet meeting the cool floor. Immediately the warm drip between your thighs reminded you what you had done just a moment earlier. Your panties were on, though. Did Aki... put them back on for you?

How thoughtful.

Quietly, you padded towards the living room, your footsteps barely making a sound. The TV was off, the soft glow of the night outside filtering through the curtains. You noticed the table had been cleaned up, everything put away except for the plate of cookies, which now sat on the kitchen table, untouched.

You paused for a moment, glancing around before your eyes were drawn to the glass doors leading to the porch. Through the glass, you saw Aki standing outside, the faint glow of a cigarette illuminating a sliver of his face in the dim light. He was leaning against the railing, his posture relaxed as he took a slow drag, the smoke curling around him in the cool night air. The faint breeze tousled his silky black hair.

He was so fucking handsome, it wasn't even funny.

For a moment, you just stood there, watching him. There was something peaceful, almost serene, about the way he stood there, clearly lost in his thoughts. Selfishly, you wondered if you were the only person occupying his mind.

You approached the plate of cookies tentatively. Were his roommates home? (Judging by the fact that all of the cookies were still very much intact and, from what Aki had told you, his roommates would never leave a plate of food untouched, you ventured to say no.) You plucked an extra-soft-looking one off of the tray, then tip-toed over to the glass sliding door anyway, pulling it open and slipping onto the balcony.

It was quiet outside. So quiet, in fact, that – save for the quiet noises of the Tokyo streets down below – you could hear the cherry of his cigarette sizzle as he took a slow, relaxed hit of it.

Aki didn't even have to turn around to know it was you. "Hey," he offered.

"Hey," You smiled softly, "What time'sit?"

Bare, cold feet pressed against the ground, you walked up to the railing, leaning against it right next to him.

"Sometime past midnight. Why?" He breathed out, smoke pouring out from between his pretty lips, "Do you wanna go back to your hotel?"

"Not really. It's getting kinda late," You sighed. You folded your arms over the railing, laying your head down atop them, "But I'd hate to overstay my welcome."

"You can stay here as long as you like, whenever you'd like," He hummed. He drummed his fingers against the balcony. "Stay the night. I can take you back tomorrow."

You took a bite out of the cookie. Then another, and another – and then it was gone. "We have that... that meeting tomorrow, don't we?"

"We do," He sighed, as if he, too, had forgotten about his responsibilities. Then, after a pause, he pinched his cigarette between two fingers, pulling you closer to him by your arm. It wasn't until the two of you were pressed chest-to-chest that he was content, wrapping his long, strong arms around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "We'll figure that out later, though. Just stay with me tonight."

He made a compelling argument. You pressed your nose deeper into the fabric of his sweater, inhaling his scent (and maybe motorboating him, just a little). Instead of answering, you wrapped your arms around his waist. For a moment, you could forget about the rest of the world. As long as you were here with him, buried in his arms, his chest, you were safe. 

You wished you could stay like this forever – nose buried in his sweater while he held you close to him. 

One of Aki's hands left your side so that he could take another puff of his cigarette. His chest rose against your cheek as he held it in, fell as he breathed it out. 

His words were a deep vibration against your ear, "Himeno was right. You are bad for me."

"And that thing you're smoking isn't?" You retorted. "Can't be worse than that."

"It can," He answered back calmly. "That's the problem."

You knit your brows together at that, peeking your head up so that you could peer up at him. Wordlessly, you asked him to elaborate.

Aki sighed, shutting his eyes, like it pained him to speak. Then, he uttered, "I don't think we should keep seeing each other after this."

​​Your heart dropped at his words, a cold wave of disbelief washing over you. For a moment, it was as if the air had been sucked out of your lungs, leaving you breathless. But you fought to tough it out, to keep your voice steady, even as a sharp ache settled in your chest.

"What?" you managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper. "Why?"

Aki didn't answer immediately, and the silence between you was heavy, oppressive. His hand that had been resting on your side stilled, and you felt him tense against you. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke, his voice low and strained.

"Because I'm getting attached," he confessed, each word carrying a weight that pressed down on you. "I think I'm falling for you."

Your breath hitched, and you instinctively backed away from him, your arms loosening from around his waist. You needed to see his face to understand what he was really saying. 

"You think or you know?" you asked, more forceful this time, betraying the slightest tremble in your voice.

Aki opened his eyes, meeting your gaze with a mixture of regret and something deeper, something you couldn't quite name. His silence was louder than any words could have been, the truth hanging in the air between you, undeniable and painful.

"I know," he finally admitted, the confession heavy with finality. He looked at you with a softness that made your heart ache even more. 

This is bad.

This is very bad, you thought. In fact, the only thing that made it worse was the fact that you found yourself caught somewhere between happy and devastated that he returned your feelings. What should you do? Should you run away? Run towards him? Say fuck it and pour your heart out?

"Shit," You sighed.

"I know," He nodded slowly, wrapping his lips around the butt of his cigarette and taking a deep breath. "Look, I don't... expect you to return my feelings. I know you've got a life back in Kyoto, and if you wanna pretend this entire conversation never happened, then I'm okay with that," He turned to you, breathing smoke out to the side, into the evening air, "But just... I can't keep pretending I don't want something more than sex from you. It's bad for me."

You couldn't think of anything to say. No, you could think of a thousand things to say, but would it be good enough? 

There was no possible combination of words that could convey your feelings. So, instead, you looked down on the street below – the cars and their dim, red lights, the people passing by – and you said nothing.

"I'm sorry," He offered after a beat.

"Why are you sorry?" You asked, gaze never once straying from the scenery. If you looked at him, you didn't know what would happen. Would everything – all of the feelings you'd been bottling up – come pouring out?

"Because I ruined everything," He uttered. His eyes were terribly sad, downcast like a rainy blue day as he continued to smoke. "This thing we have going on."

You huffed a quiet breath, shaking your head, "I don't know what to say."

After a pause, Aki ashed the end of the cigarette, "You don't have to say anything."

"But, I do," You trailed off, "I have so much to say, and yet, I can just... I don't want to say it."

"Why not?" He implored you.

"Because," You sighed, "If I say it, then it'll be real."

You turned to him, finally, and you wished you hadn't – he was looking at you like you had the entire universe and all of its stars trapped behind your eyes. Like you were everything that mattered to him.

Like you were everything he ever wanted.

"I figured that if I left it alone for a while, then it would go away, but..." Your voice trickled down to a whisper – it was difficult to continue the conversation when he was staring at you so lovingly, "You were right, earlier. I did miss you. More than I should have."

The words were painful as they slipped off of you tongue, invaded the space between your body and his. His eyes were windows into a calm shore, tranquil blue waves licking at the shore – and, gently, they searched your gaze for an answer you simply couldn't provide. The remains of his cigarette smoldered between his finger tips.

Similarly, the agony of your confession came in waves, sending tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

"I was thinking about you every day we were apart, and I felt like the worst fucking person in the entire fucking world because," You choked back what sounded like a sob. Your chest was tight, so tight – it hurt to breathe around him. Finally, you broke, "Every time I looked into my husband's eyes, all I could think about were yours."

It was true. Every single last word of it. 

He stood before you broken, pretty eyes watering. Still, like the champ he was, he kept his composure.

You wished you shared his ability to do that so effortlessly. Chest heaving, you began to cry.

"He's so terrible to me, Aki," You sobbed, rubbing the tears away from your eyes like that would stop them from coming out, "It's my fault I settled down so fucking early, and I was supposed to be a good wife and– and deal with the consequences of the life that I chose." Clawing at your chest – at his sweater – you added, "He wants me to retire when I come back from this trip so I can be his housewife. I don't wanna go, Aki. I don't wanna lose what little freedom I have left."

Aki furrowed his brows, frowning softly as he took a hit of his cig, "You don't want to settle down?"

"With him? I thought I did, years and years ago, but I was dumb and stupid and young and–" You gasped, "I never had someone to intervene and tell me to slow down when I was young, but you– you..."

He looked at you so tenderly, so lovingly, that you had to pause to regain your decorum. 

"I hate that I miss you– that I want you, that I crave you," You choked out – as if the words were ripped from the very depths of your soul, blinking up at him with teary eyes, "I wanna leave it all behind sometimes and just– just– say 'fuck it'and run away with you. I'd give it all up in a heartbeat– all of it, and that scares me, because you could be gone tomorrow and I'd just be–" You sobbed, "A fucking trainwreck!"

You began to cry again, shoulders trembling with the weight of your sobs. Aki tutted softly, wrapping his arms around you once more and holding you tight to his chest. His arms were a large warmth that surrounded you, muffled the sounds of the city streets until his steady heartbeat was all you could hear – the deep timbre of his voice as he spoke so sweetly to you;

"I would never leave. I'll always be there for you."

Then he exhaled, breathing the scent of nicotine into the evening air.

You wished you could believe him. Though he had done nothing to disprove his loyalty to you, you couldn't help the slightest pang of pain you felt when you imagined him leaving you for someone younger, prettier... better.

"He took my youth, Aki," You sniffed. He smelled like home. "He took everything from me. God, I hate him."

Simply, he said, "Then, leave him."

"I can't," You sighed – something between a humorless chuckle and a sob prying itself from your chest, "I feel so trapped. My whole life has revolved around him for so long I–" You wiped your eyes, "I'd have to start all over again."

"Then start over again," He answered simply, again. His hand slid up from the base of your neck to the side of your face, thumb swiping your tears away oh-so gently, "You don't have to cry. We can figure it out together, yeah?"

You wanted to.

You wanted to do that so fucking bad.

Why couldn't you?

You deserved it.

"But I don't know what I feel," You retorted. How could he speak to you like you were anything less than a complete wreck? How could he speak to you like he wanted to sort it out? "I know there's something there between us. I think– I think I've had feelings for you, too, but I didn't want to label it, because that will make it real–"

"You don't have to know what you feel," He offered in response, wrapping his arms around you a little tighter, until the unique combination of notes that made up his scent flooded your nostrils, "Just let yourself feel it. I'm here for you whenever you need me, okay? No need to label it."

"No, that's not fair to you," You shook your head, but wrapped your arms around his lower back anyway, "I can't keep stringing you along when I don't even know where I'm at. You're right – it's not good for you."

Aki raised a brow, slightly humored by your words – as was evident by the teasing lilt in his words, "You just said you had feelings for me. That you'd leave your life with your husband behind to be with me. That everytime you look into his eyes, you wish they were mine instead. That sounds pretty clear to me."

You exhaled sharply, exasperated, "But, I don't know what–"

"You don't have to know what it means," He answered before you could even ask the question, "All you have to know is that they're there. We don't have to put a name on anything, right now – or make any big decisions just yet."

"Then what?" You swallowed. Your throat was dry. "What should we do now?"

"Enjoy the ride," Was his response. "However long it lasts. Tomorrow isn't promised, anyway, right?"

"I can't even promise you tomorrow," You replied. "My entire life is a mess right now."

"Are you busy tomorrow?" He asked, stepping back. His lips wrapped around the cigarette. Tentatively, he pulled another hit from it.

"No. Why?"

Aki shrugged, breathing smoke out into the air, "Then we'll take it one day at a time. No need to cry, okay?"

He was so kind to you – his gentle words were so starkly different to your husband's much harsher ones. Your heart thrummed wildly in your chest. Your lungs were moving way faster than they reasonably should have been moving.

So, after a few minutes – when the tears had subsided and it was nothing but you and him pressed up against one another on his silent balcony – you pointed at his cigarette (what little was left of it, anyway), commenting, "I kinda wanna try another one. Is that crazy?"

Aki laughed at that, instinctively reaching up to his lips with the cigarette to take a puff, "Nah, but why bother? You're gonna hack it up again."

"So?" You asked. "I haven't craved a cigarette in years before you came along."

"I'm a bad influence on you, aren't I?" He mused quietly. His hand ghosted over your neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake, gripping your chin and gently tilting your gaze up to meet his eyes. "I have a better idea."

You raised a brow at his antics. Wordlessly, he took a long, lazy drag or his cigarette. His thumb tugged down on your lower lip, begging for entry – which you provided obediently. 

He was the image of sin, pretty blues half-lidded and trained on the place where his calloused thumb met your lip. He brought your face closer to his slowly, like he was trying to gauge your feelings before he made his move. 

Then – when his mouth brushed delicately against yours – he tugged your lip open in tandem with his own, breathing the smoke into your mouth.

You breathed it in – you didn't choke on it this time, but, rather, welcomed it. You welcomed the stream of smoke that flowed from his mouth into yours. Eyelids fluttering shut, you held it in, breathing it out just as slowly as it had entered you.

Aki's gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips. Then – though you weren't entirely sure who had moved first – he closed the gap and sealed his lips to yours.

It was slow, this time, a hot, open-mouthed kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and you clutched at his shoulders. It was sloppy and it left you feeling lightheaded, high off of the taste of him. 

With a quiet moan, your lips slipped against his, tangling your fingers in his hair, gripping the fabric of his sweater.

He pulled away slowly (probably sensing that this would escalate just as quickly as the last kiss had, and that you were still feeling a little sore), keeping his long fingers cupped around your cheek, toying mindlessly with the hairs at the side of your face.

You hummed contentedly, "I'm not sure what's more addictive; you or those cigarettes."

Aki's lips curled into a devilish little smirk, taking one last drag of his cigarette. "Put me in your mouth and you'll find out."

Right now, I'd like nothing more than that, You thought, but chose not to voice those thoughts.

Instead, you laughed, placing your hands on his strong shoulders and giving him a playful shove. It was all so painfully domestic – enough to make you forget about the rest of the world, your husband, your life in Kyoto.

Then, you stepped behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, burying your head in between his shoulder blades. You took a deep whiff of his detergent (or cologne?), and thought, I could easily get used to this.

Like this, I could easily fall in love with him.

That thought was intimidating enough as it was. But, then, as he placed his hand over your hands where they were clasped around the front of his torso – and sighed peacefully – you found yourself thinking:

I never want this to end.

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~TAXI DRIVER~ (Smut)

Happy holidays yall! Here's Smutanta to make your horny wishes come true. Hope you enjoy it.

Pairing:Larissa Weems x Reader

Warnings:of course. Mention of cheating, explicit sex, oral, fingering, thighs riding.

Gender: Smut with plot.

Summary:Your wife was cheating on you and your life was miserable, you never thought you would find what you needed when at 3 in the morning a blonde stopped your taxi to take her home.

(If anyone who speaks Spanish knows what song I got this idea from, I love you)

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Another night, another long and tedious night driving your car, just a few trips in the whole day, you had barely made a few bucks. You always imagined that your life would be different, a better job, a well-formed family and a healthy, stable relationship with a faithful wife. But no, instead you were driving your taxi, at 2:40 at night, your wife was surely with someone else in a bar, with her back against a wall or against a person. In your glove compartment where papers from lawyers processing your divorce, wanting to get away from you the little you had earned in your life, wanting to take everything away from you to give it to her, to your wife, using your 'emotional neglect' as an excuse to justify the times she had cheated on you. Your hands clenched the steering wheel angrily, your knuckles turned white and you started clenching your jaw, you had so much tension in your body, you just needed a moment of peace, laughter and quiet, a moment to clear your head with someone, with a friend or something, you would if it weren't for your friends siding with her when you told them she had cheated on you, saying that it was to be expected because she was too much for you and that you hadn't taken care of her as you should.

So deep in thought were you that you barely noticed the woman waving you to stop your car, if it weren't for the fact that she was a tall, flashy woman, you might not have seen her.

She was a tall, pale and beautiful blonde, wearing a rather short sequined dress with a neckline in the back that reached very close to glory it self. The woman got into your car sighing angrily as she settled into the back seat, a black tear with mascara rolling down her cheek, at the same time the rearview mirror invited you to look at her calves, although you could and saw a little more than that.

It was 3 o'clock at night while you were zigzagging through the streets of the town following her instructions, her voice was deep and intoxicating, she told you that her name was Larissa while crossing her legs and taking out of her bag a strange cigarette, one of those that make you laugh, you offered her fire in a hurry while your hand trembled a little. You usually didn't let people smoke in your car, but you couldn't say no to that woman, especially as you watched as her lips delicately wrapped around the cigarette and her long fingers held it firmly as she took a good puff.

After taking a bit of courage, you decided to start a conversation with the intimidating woman

-"May I ask why are you crying?" - you whispered looking at her in the rearview mirror

-"Because of an idiot guy, who thinks that because he is rich he can come and cheat on me with another woman"-She spat with hatred in her voice and you laughed at the familiarity of the situation

-"Don't be sad because of that, count with my help if you're looking for revenge"-You answered and she smiled at you, even her smile was perfect, her red and seductive lips giving you a perfect smile. What were you trying to do? What does a taxi driver do trying to heal a wound? What does a taxi driver do in front of a woman like her? What does a taxi driver do when they dream of sleeping with their passenger? You started to wonder, it seems like you were deep in your thoughts for a long time, because she started talking again

-"I saw him hugging and kissing a younger girl, he was all over her and she was all over him and his wallet" -she continued telling you as you watched her intensely in the mirror. You should be thankful that the streets were quite empty, because otherwise you would have already bumped into someone because of how little attention you were paying to the street, very intoxicated watching the blonde speak. She would smile at you in the mirror and sit on her side giving you a great view of her long legs, you were dumbed down with the mirror a little foggy-"Turn in the corner, we'll go to my house, after a couple of tequilas we'll see what happens about your revenge offer"- she said in a seductive voice and without thinking for a second, you did as she asked.

Her house was immense, it stood out among the buildings of the city, its great gates gave way to an earthly paradise. Upon entering, a large carpet and a beautiful fireplace caught your eye, the house was comfortably warm, very welcome after having been all night in the cold of winter.

The blonde removed her expensive coat very gracefully and hung it in the closet at the entrance, carefully she stood behind you removing your jacket from your shoulders. A shiver ran through your body as you felt her hands on your body, you had been very distracted looking at the house that you hadn't noticed when she approached.

With one of her long fingers, she ran along the contour of your jaw and then walked into the dining room, making you follow her without saying a word. You looked like a street dog that would unconditionally follow anyone who gave her affection, it was as if she had a magnetic field of her own and you couldn't help but feel the attraction and follow her wherever she was. The blonde prepared two delicate glasses of an expensive whiskey with some ice and handed you one smiling and then went to sit on the couch in front of the fireplace. No doubt the woman was surprised when instead of sitting next to her, you sat on the carpet on your legs, right in front of her, at her feet. She caressed your cheek again, pleased by your actions, her gaze was intense and penetrating, while all you could do was watch her with puppy dog eyes, overwhelmed to hear your own heartbeat in your ears.

The woman emptied her glass in one gulp, a couple of drops escaped from the side of her mouth and fell down the neckline of her dress, carefully you leaned on your knees to be at her level and licked the path that the liquor had made, a mixture of liquor and the intoxicating aroma of her mixed on your taste buds, when you reached the valley of her breasts, you gave her a little bite, earning a choked moan from her. Larissa took your hair in her hand and pulled it a little making you look into her eyes, burning you again with her intense gaze

-"Strip, now"-She commanded you with her voice thicker than moments before, her eyes were also darker than the first time you saw her. You started to take off your clothes quickly, but she grunted in disapproval-"Slow, put on a show for me sweetheart"-She smiled seeing the surprise in your eyes, without a doubt she was taking the reins of the moment and that pleased her. Slowly you removed your shoes, continued with your blouse, undoing the buttons one by one without taking your eyes off her. When you dropped the garment to the floor, her gaze focused on your chest and abdomen, Licking her lips, she ordered you to take off your pants, which you did as well. When you where in your underwear alone, she made you kneel again at her feet on the soft carpet. Under your intense gaze, she wrinkled her dress at her waist ,smiling as you sighed at the sight of her legs-"Go ahead Doll... Eat"

When she gave you permission, you got closer to her and stood between her legs smiling and kissing her knee and thighs, grabbed one of her long legs and put it on your shoulder making her keep them apart, you gave small bites to her thighs, followed by your tongue and soft kisses. The blonde moved restlessly under your kisses, even more so when your kisses climbed closer to where she needed you most. The scent of her skin was intoxicating and addictive, you could spend hours kissing her soft, flawless skin. Her legs were so white that they almost looked transparent, some veins standing out on her velvety skin, a void canvas that needed more decoration . You couldn't help your impulses and made her a hickey that stood out a lot on her thighs, very close to her crotch. The blonde let out a little scream and pulled your hair again, making you look at her

-"Behave... Ask permission next time or you won't like what will happen next..."-Her teeth were clenched almost as much as her grip on your hair, after a few seconds she let go of you and you took her underwear with your teeth, taking it off little by little, she helped you by lifting her hips so you could remove it completely. A thread of her desire stretched from her crotch to her underwear making you salivate. When you took them off completely, you were left admiring how wet she was, no doubt you were doing something right that she liked very much. You took a second to admire her features, her chest rising with need and desire, agitated and restless, her nipples standing pressed against the fabric of her dress, the veins on her neck stood out against her skin as they did on her thighs, her hair a little messy compared to how combed it had been as soon as you met her. When she connected her gaze with yours, you gave a long lick starting from her entrance to her clit, her head immediately tilted back letting out a deep moan, moan that built up desire between your legs too. Gently you began to make your tongue dance on her clitoris, and then went down to her entrance and back up to repeat the process, the blonde's legs were shaking, specially the one on your shoulder. When you gave a strong suction against her button, the woman raised her hips against your mouth to get closer to you, taking advantage, you put your hands on her ass, squeezing her buttocks and sticking her closer to you, devouring her with more desire and less restriction and control. Her moans became louder and erratic, as did your movements against her.

-"That's it, that's right doll, don't stop... Faster"-She murmured between moans and grunts, your tongue found her entrance and very easily settled inside her, while your nose pressed against her clit. You couldn't breathe much between her legs, but at that moment your survival wasn't as essential as it was to see her come undone on your face. The blonde's hands found your head making you stick impossibly closer to her. In desperation you moved your tongue faster, with less and less air in your lungs but more force in your tongue and movements. Larissa began to spasm over your face, in a particular pressure with your nose against her button, the blonde let out a loud moan coming over your face, soaking your chin and neck. She had such a rich taste that it was addictive, and although her body was still shaking against you and sensitive, you couldn't stop your movements, not even when your lungs were screaming for air and you were feeling a little dizzy, you wanted to stay there cleaning her with your tongue. But apparently it was a lot for the woman who had been begging you to stop, but with your head pressed between her thighs you weren't listening. It wasn't until, with the leg that was on your shoulder, she pushed you backwards, causing you to fall back sitting on the carpet. You finally took a breath of air that you desperately needed, a little dazed from the shortness of breath and from being glued to her for so long, you looked at the woman who still had her legs spread in front of you. Larissa was looking at you gawking too, not only had you given her an incredible orgasm, but seeing you in your underwear, with your chin and chest stained with her juices and your dazed face looking at her, made her feel desperate too.

-"Come here"-she said still out of breath and helped you up from the carpet, making you sit on one of her thighs. She gently caressed your jaw and started kissing there, making you feel restless, the blonde gave small bites on your jaw and lips, but without kissing you, a soft moan left her lips when she tested herself on your mouth-"You did a good job, you look beautiful with my juices all over you" - she whispered over you and finally kissed you. A kiss that started slowly, but when she began to bite your lip you began to lose the little control you had, a moan came out of your mouth and she took the opportunity to stick her tongue in you, while one of her hands caressed your waist and slowly went up to caress one of your breasts. Without noticing you started moving your hips on her leg, which made her laugh as she saw and felt how desperate you were for her, even though you had your underwear, you were soaking her leg. With incredible speed and dexterity, the blonde took advantage when you raised your hips, to put her hand underneath your core. With one of her fingers she ran your underwear to the side, making the most pronounced part of her palm press against your most sensitive part, while her fingers brushed against your entrance, torturing you but not putting them in

-"You're soaking wet and I've barely kissed you, do you find so much pleasure licking my pussy?"-She whispered over your lips and you nodded, but she gripped your jaw tightly making you look into her eyes and you gasped for her strength-"Talk, use your big girl words"-She said in a raspy voice

-"Yes... Eating you out makes me fucking wet, I could live licking your pussy and making you moan my name all my life"-you whimper against her lips and tried to kiss her again but she didn't let you

-"Very good baby, but I don't remember moaning your name..."-She smiled arrogantly

-"There's still time" - You responded arrogantly, but your smile turned to a moan when she stuck two fingers into you and kissed you passionately. Desperately you began to move your hips over her hand, especially brushing your crotch against her palm and moaning over her lips. The blonde pinched your nipples and twisted her fingers inside you-"Please, faster, almost there..." - You answered

-"Beg.. Say my name..."-she whispered and bite your neck. A tear escaped your eye and you moved desperately over her hand, but she withdrew it from between your leg

-"No... No please, don't be mean..."-You opened your eyes looking at her desperately

-"This it's me being nice... I say... Beg and say my name"-She bit your shoulder marking it

-"Please Larissa... Please make me cum"-you begged and she smiled, sticking her fingers back into you and massaging your clit with her thumb, the blonde watched as you desperately moved your hips on her, letting out moans and nonsense, begging her to let you climax

-"Fuck, you turn me on so much with the noises you make, I bet it's been a long time since someone have stretched you like this, that beautiful tight pussy taking my fingers so well"-Larissa bit your neck and one of your breasts, still massaging your clit and moving her fingers inside you. A choked moan left your lips as you began to spasm, finally reaching what you had longed for, wetting the blonde's hand and thigh with your juices. She continued with her movements a little longer, making your orgasm last a little more. Exhausted, you dropped your head on her chest, breathing heavily. She carefully pulled her fingers out of you and licked them letting out a happy moan-"You taste so well... Are you all right sweetheart?" - she asked, and you nodded with your eyes closed.

After a few minutes,the two of you were lying on the couch, you delicately drew meaningless shapes on her chest and abdomen, going over the moles and freckles that where there with your fingertips, while she looked at you curiously. After everything you had done, you now looked much more relaxed and calm and so did she

-"What are you thinking?" - she whispered, looking at you curiously

-"That you didn't deserve any of that, of what happened to you... You're not alone in this, I suffer too, although I know it's not exactly the same... My wife and my schedule have opened a gap in my life and she cheated on me too. It's funny how we suffer on both sides of the social classes, no matter how much money we have or how different our lives are, we were both cheated... You suffer here in your mansion and I suffer in my humble apartment"-You responded by speaking without thinking or holding back much. The blonde stood up carefully while you watched her still sitting on the couch

-"Come with me, I want him to know I'm not alone, I want him to know what we did tonight" - she replied, stretching out her hand to help you stood up, thing that you did. After getting dressed again, she pulled her hair into a ponytail and you drove to the bar she had told you to, where this men was, the man who had dared to cheat on such a beautiful woman.

As the two of you entered the bar, her hand rested on your waist possessively guiding you through the crowd. When you saw her husband, he was hugging a woman, woman you instantly recognized. You laughed thinking about it, whether destiny was big or that city was very small, when you realized that the woman he was hugging was your wife.

Who would have thought that from that night on, her boyfriend and you wife, play to cheat on you two seeing each other in the same bar, while the tall blonde always stops your taxi at 3am in the same spot every night.

[thelov3lybookworm]

Mine? (Part 6)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Summary: Panic filled tears and comforting embraces

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Word Count: 1420

A/n: hehe hope yall have fun. i didnt post this part earlier because i was waiting for someone to comment and ask me to post this part lol so when i got an ask about it yesterday i was like. mm yeah im posting this today.

(the next part is almost done so... if someone comments i might just pot it on monday 🤭)

anyways, enjoy!🤭😏

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It had been mere hours since Y/n had arrived home. It was close to midnight when Y/n put Adelaide in her crib before making herself a cup of chamomile tea.

Y/n knew sleep was nowhere near her eyes because of the way her mind kept going back to Grayson and his words.

Did he really mean that? And if he did, was she making a mistake not believing him?

Did the fact that he hurt her matter more than her daughter’s happiness?

Y/n knew these thoughts were going to keep her up at night. She was not going to get even a wink of sleep, hence the chamomile tea. She’d found that out of all the things that were good for sleep, chamomile worked the best for her.

Little did she know that not even chamomile would help her tonight.

Just as she had finished rinsing her cup and placing it on the rack to dry, the loud jingling of one of Adelaide’s toys startled Y/n. She whipped around, her eyes searching around to see if something had fallen off by a wind she did not feel.

But no, this certain sound was from a toy that usually Adelaide held while sleeping, a little stick with bells attached to the end. And it came from the bedroom.

Did Adelaide wake up?

Y/n knew i was normal, but as she made her way to the bedroom where Adelade slept, she tried to push her loudly beating heart back in her chest. Alas, it seemed to be stuck in her throat.

Pushing the door open as her body continued growing colder, Y/n stepped up to Adelaide’s crib.

And what she saw had tears of panic dripping down her chin.

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Grayson’s pov.

Grayson decided to get to the lounge and rest for a while, since he had more than enough time to spare. He wasn’t really hungry, so he walked over to one of the very inviting looking individual sofas and settled down, tugging his bag next to him.

He’d had nothing else to do, so he had decided that passing time at the airport would be better than staring at the ceiling of his hotel bedroom, wondering about Y/n and his daughter. The urge to go look at her one last time was too unbearable, and he knew if he stayed there for even a minute longer, he would give in.

His daughter.

A part of him still could not believe he was a father. It was so surreal. He had grown up with two younger brothers, and even thinking about it now, he could not comprehend how fast time passed. It felt like yesterday he had been holding a newborn Xander and today, Xander held Grayson’s daughter.

It was like a dream. A dream that felt too good to be true but you wanted to continue watching it nonetheless.

Expelling a breath, Grayson leaned back, his gaze drawing to the fluorescent lights that lightened the entire place. It was barely a moment after he laid down, still getting comfortable, when his phone rang.

He pulled it out of his pant’s pocket, nonchalantly staring at the screen. But then he did a double take.

Y/n.

He picked up quickly, his heart rate picking up when the crying from the other end stopped him from speaking. He remained paralyzed for a moment, then he called out his friend’s name.

"Gray-" hic "Grayson, I- I don’t-"

"Y/n? What happened?"

"Adelaide- she was turning blue when I came to check up on her, like- like she couldn’t breathe, and now-" she stopped, gasping, "she won’t stop crying. I didn’t know who to call I’m sorry-"

"I’m coming."

The shocked, questioning faces of the officials were priceless as Grayson demanded to be let out of the airport.

One particularly haughty officer had him telling them that his daughter was not well and he needed to go and so hurry the fuck up-

He drove like never before as soon as he had left the airport, deciding to shoot a text to Zabrowski as he had been the one to arrange for his car. It seemed like he was going to need the car for longer than expected.

He could not think about anything but reaching Y/n and his daughter on time. He was so focused on getting to them that he decided to just run up the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator.

Grayson panted as he banged on the door to her home, feeling like it was impossible to take in a breath without his lungs burning up. But he didn’t have to wait too long as the tear streaked face of Y/n came into view and she handed him a screaming Adelaide without a word.

She moved away to let him in, sniffling. Her eyes were red, her skin flushed as she stared helplessly.

"I don’t know what to do I-"

Grayson shushed her. "It’s okay, I’m here now." He thought for a moment, then- "Sit down, Y/n."

She shook her head, a new wave of tears rising in her eyes. "I can’t."

Grayson stared at her for a moment, then nodded, turning his focus back to the crying babe in his hands. He needed to be calm because babies, Grayson had noticed, were very sensitive to negative emotions. He had seen his brothers laugh even when they had hurt themselves just because others were.

It took an hour, but eventually, Adelaide settled down, nuzzling her head into Grayson’s chest and staring up at him with big, watery eyes. Eyes that were his own.

He offered her a small smile, cooing. "There you go. You scared mama. You scared me too. But don’t tell your uncles that, they will bully me, okay?"

Grayson watched as one side of her lips ticked up in a sleepy smile, and then she drifted off, her breathing evening out.

The whole time, Y/n refused to sit and relax, constantly running into the kitchen, then the bedroom, trying to see if anything could calm Adelaide down. Bringing out her milk, then her blanket, then her toys. She kept moving, as if she slowed down for a moment, she would lose her mind.

Grayson knew the feeling well, not being able to stop moving because then he would feel helpless, but he understood how much worse this situation felt like to Y/n.

She was a mother, and not all mothers were like his own. They cared, they loved, and when they did, they did it with their whole soul.

When Grayson decided that Adelaide was really asleep, he set her back into her crib, then turned to Y/n. She stood at the entrance of the bedroom, her figure hunched, timid. Her eyes refused to move from the sleeping figure of her daughter.

She looked like she’d seen a ghost, or something much worse. In this case, her daughter’s discomfort. Her oversized sweater covered her palms as she raised them to wipe at her eyes futilely, sniffling. Her legging clad legs carried her closer to Grayson, and she stared down at the crib before meeting his eyes.

"Thank you-"

Before she could say more, he gently placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled her into his chest.

She remained still for a moment. And then all hell broke loose as she put her arms around him and clutched at him, her fingers tight around the fabric of his shirt in her fist as if she would drown if she let go.

They stood there, her sobbing into his chest and him whispering words of comfort.

Eventually, she sagged in his arms, still whimpering from time to time as he picked her up and carried her to her bed. When he moved back, her hand shot out, tears still pooled in her eyes.

"Please, stay."

He nodded, clasping the hand at his collar and kissing the inside of her wrist.

"I am going nowhere, sweetheart. I will sit outside. Rest for now."

She shook her head stubbornly, pouting. "Stay here." at the uncertainty that was clearly visible to her, she patted the space next to her. "I won’t mind, Gray."

Finally, he obeyed and climbed in after discarding his jacket, leaving him in his white button up shirt and grey pants.

As Y/n’s eyes fluttered, Grayson reached out to card his fingers through her hair.

"Sleep. We’ll discuss this in the morning."

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

One False Move

Series Masterlist

Warnings: dark elements, some sexiness in this.

Note: this is what yall asked for, remember that.

Please leave me some feedback either in a reblog or an ask! Likes are always appreciated as well. You know I love yall and hell yeah, you love Professor Steve.

Jake ignores every text and every call. When you pull up his Insta, you find yourself blocked. The last revelation crushes you, sending you into a tailspin and your bed. You burrow under the comforter and cry yourself to a restless sleep.

When you wake up, the sun is still down. It's not even four in the morning. You've never felt like this. So hollow and heavy at once. You drag yourself out of bed and make yourself drink a cup of instant coffee that makes your stomach rot.

You sit at the kitchen table in your empty dorm and hold your head. It's all a mistake, just lies. Professor Rogers knew what he was doing and it worked so well. Why didn't Jensen believe you? He knows better, he should've listened.

Your despair turns to anger and frustration. You don't know why you wasted your time. You get up and rinse out your mug before shuffling back to bed. Well, at least you have groceries for the break. You can make what you bought last a while. You're going to have to.

You lay down and try to fall back asleep. You drift in and out but feel worse as the window pales to a dim grey. The winter morning chills you and keeps you nestled under the blankets. It's only the urgent need that draws you out to the bathroom.

You're more away as you return to your room and grab your phone, stomach wobbly with anxious hope. No replies from Jensen, but a message from a private number.

'He's not worth it.'

You know who it is. He can hide his number but you know he's taunting you. What does he want? He's already ruined everything.

You ignore him and put your phone down. You think of putting a video on your laptop but that just makes you miss Jake even more. He should be here waking up with you. Last night should've been the best night of your life.

Maybe...

You get dressed before you let the thought break through clearly. It's desperate and stupid but you're not going to give up. You zip up your coat and shove your feet into your boots, pulling a toque onto your head. You grab your keys and phone and leave your lonely dorm behind.

The pavement is trimmed with frost and in some places, patches of ice crack under your treads. You keep your hands in your pockets as you chatter, walking with purpose along the curving paths. You stop in front of Jensen's building and look up. He's not going to answer your messages and you can't get in on your own, so you'll have to get creative.

You grab a pebble and count the windows. You're pretty sure it's that one. You huck the stone and it pings off the frame. From your side, it sounds pretty loud. You wait, nothing. You do it again. Several times before the window above opens.

Shit, you were close.

Jensen pokes his head out and lets out a huff that clouds in front of him, "go away--"

"Jake, please, just listen. You know I wouldn't... I wouldn't do that. Not with him."

"Pfft, come on, I'm not an idiot."

"Ugh, what did I ever do to make you believe I would--"

"I don't know. Late office meetings, sending me texts about staying late then calling it off, sounds like cold feet to me."

You lean your head back and whine, "he did that, okay? He took my phone--"

"Convenient story."

"Jake!" You holler, "why can't you see I'm telling the truth? I... you were going to be my first."

He just stares, quiet. You feel yourself wilt. He shakes his head and pulls back, disappearing behind the frame and slamming the pane down. There's your answer.

You turn slowly on your heel. Your eyes well and you quickly flick away your tears. Happy Holidays, indeed.

📚

You're in no rush to get back to your dorm, even with cold nipping at your cheeks. You don't care. You have nothing to look forward too. You waited weeks for your break, to spend time with your boyfriend alone, and now you have nothing.

Typical. Just your luck. Even the wafting aromas of the cafe can't tempt you in as you pass. You carry on, keeping your head down outside the English building, and tramp along in a glum fog. Your feet carry you without a thought, the path etched into your mind and muscles. You look up at the familiar brick facade and fish out your keys.

It's frighteningly still and quiet outside. Most of campus is home and happy, but here you are. You pull out the keyring and scan your fob on the censor. The door beeps and you open it, puttering inside reluctantly.

Suddenly you feel the door open wider and you're shoved forward. You trip as someone skirts in behind you and pulls the heavy barrier shut with a clang. You throw your arms out and steady yourself, turning to face the unceremonious intruder.

"Hey, sweetheart, what's got you down?" Steve asks as he stands tall, hooking his thumbs in his pockets.

"What the hell? Get out? What are you doing--"

"Shhhh," he puts his finger to his lips, "listen."

You blink and hush, listening to the empty hall. What? It's quiet. There's... no one there. The epiphany strains your face as he smirks.

"That's right, sweetie, just you and me," he takes a step closer and you back up. "Sounds like a merry Christmas to me."

"No..." you exhale as you retreat along with his advance, "get away--"

"You can't spend the holidays alone," he says with dripping sympathy, "what kind of man-- boy would abandon you like that?"

"Stop," you hold a hand up, "Steve, you're scaring me."

"Well, baby," his cheek dimples, "you've hurt me so I think I get to return that favour."

He lunges and you stumble backwards, hitting the wall and rolling out of his way. You turn and race down the hallway, pumping your arms wildly. You surpass the elevator and yank open the door to the stairwell. You hear him behind you. He's close.

You grab the railing and swing yourself around, kicking over each step frantically as you struggle not to fall on your face. You're dizzy as you turn up the next flight and the next. Your lungs burn as you feel yourself slowing. You hear him, footsteps echoing up towards you.

You burst onto your floor and fumble with your keys desperately. You can't get a steady grip as you search for the key to your door. Finally, you slide it into the slot as the stairwell door clicks. You hurry inside but as you go to shut the door, it stops short of the frame.

You squeak as Steve gives the door a jolt and flings you back easily. You cry out as he enters and blocks you into the narrow hall that adjoins the rooms. You raise an arm, shielding yourself as your knees shake.

"Please, Steve," you beg as he shuts the door behind him.

"Oh, you don't have to say please, sweetie, I'll give you exactly what you need," he grabs your arm and pulls you close, "I told you, the minute you think you're alone, I'll be there."

[avatarl0v3r]

Loose || Part one

Warning: Angst, cussing (?),

Pairing: Loak x fem!reader

yes yall ik its short and very rushed, im tryna get back into the feel of things because i havent written in awhile but i promise the next two will be better

if you ever start to wonder

why all the rain and all the thunder follows her around

you better cut that girl loose.

you wandered around the outskirts of the village lost in thought. throughout these past few months neteyam has been being more distant, ruder almost, but you never understood why he never told you anything anymore and when you'd ask, he'd getting annoyed and brush you off. you tried thinking of ways to help make him feel better but he's responses only made you feel worse than before.

most the time everything's fine.

"neteyam whats wrong?" you asked him softly as his back was turned to you "nothing, cant you just drop it i mean shit if im not telling you its for a reason." he said aggressively to you causing you to tear up and attempt to blink away the tears in a lousy attempt to stop them from pooling down your blue skin.

but as soon as she starts to whine

if you have no patience.

neteyam looked at you and rolled his eyes "why are you crying, you act like a child always crying for no reason." but it was for a reason, sure you could hold your own ground and hunt any animal and scare anyone but as soon as someone raised their voice at you even on accident, someone would turn the faucet in your eyes and they just pooled.

lo'ak watched this all from afar with a ach in his chest. lo'ak has been in love with you for years and even though he knew neteyam wasn't good for you, he could tell you were happy, and he wouldn't want to do anything to ruin your happiness even if it costed him his own. but seeing the way his brother had been treating you made him angry.

you better cut that girl loose.

"why are you treating her like shit, she doesn't deserve it?!" loak practically screamed at his brother one night in their families hut "if your gonna treat her like shit just break it off"

what are you, a coward?

"it's not my fault she's a cry baby and can't take criticism. im doing her a favor loak."

who are you helping?

"if you wanna do her a favor stop treating her like shit and break it the fuck off neteyam."

you got the power.

then do it yourself, king.

"what's me breaking it off gonna do for her then loak??"

and do it for her.

you better cut that girl loose.

"oh i dont know maybe!, stop making her feel like she owes you something, like she NEEDS to give you something," loak sighed in his hands shaking his head at his brother "either you treat her right or another man will."

a few days later they got the news they would be leaving the village to keep the people safe, the news shattered you whole being and in all honesty it shattered neteyam also, sure he was a dick to you the past weeks but what loak said got to him and made him have a reality check so when he told you he was leaving with tears in his eyes you just held him.

set her free

let her be

leave her be.

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[colesluvr]

REQ: Heyy :]I don't know if you still accept requests, but maybe could you write a GN!reader × Lloyd? Like Lloyd had been busy lately and it's the readers birthday but he forgets? I leave your imagination the rest of it, but please let it end in Fluff cause one more Lloyd angst oneshot from ANYTHING and i will break LMAOOO

Birthday Surpise: Lloyd Garmadon x GN Reader

HII TYSM FOR THIS REQUEST, THIS WAS ACTUALLY RLY FUN TO WRITE! I HOPE YALL ENJOY <3

TO ALL MY OTHER ANONS WHO REQ'D: i have not forgotten about the rest of you, yall are coming up next 🫶

keys:

B/D : birthday day (monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday, sunday)

"Lloyd?" You called out to yourboyfriend who was training out by the courtyard. He seemed foucsed because he never noticed your presence. He aims the tip of his sword to the neck of the dummy he was currently training with. 

You stood on the side of the courtyard, slowly moving around to face Lloyd from a distance. 

"Lloyd?" You once again called, and this time your eyes caught a glimpse of a energy blast zoom it's way toward you. You reflexed fast and dodged it, the blast hitting the wall leaving a burnt mark. 

"Y/N?"

Lloyd called out, running up to you as you stood up, rubbing your arm. "Are you crazy?" 

"Sorry," Lloyd awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, "I-I didn't think anyone would be up this hour." He was right. The time was 7am. Everyone else is probably still asleep, or awake up in their rooms doing whatever. 

"Sure, but you could've done much worse then make a burnt mark on the wall." 

Lloyd aplogized once again, checked for wounds, and went back to the middle of the courtyard to countine training.

"Lloyd?"

"Hm?" He replied, landing a hit on the dummy.

"Well," You began, "I was thinking about something."

He nod, telling you keep talking. You stepped down on the rocky path and made your way toward him as you spoke, "I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me today! Y'know, because it's nice and early and your already awake?" 

Lloyd paused to look at you, "I'm sure, but not for long. I've been sloopy durning training sessions with the others. Trying to get better, but I'm sure we can get an hour in together. 

"Just one hour?"

Will that be enough time? 

"I mean, yeah, why not. I'm sorry babe,but I really gotta focus today." 

You took a miunte to think, "Lloyd, do you know what today is?" 

Lloyd slammed the dummy to the floor, it bouncing back up in less then 2 seconds and paused to think, "Uhm. B/D?" 

You waited to see if he'll continue, but he didn't.

"Yes, but what's special about this day?"

"Y/N, what are you talking about? It's a normal B/D. Look, I'm pretty busy right now, how about we plan tomorrow? I'll take you to your favorite-"

"Forget it." You waved off the ninja, making you way back inside in the Monestary. Lloyd raised an eyebrow, but shugged off your sudden outburts.

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Inside the Monestary, you felt tears begin to build up in your eyes. How could he forget your birthday? Is is Ninja business more importabnt then you?  You walked down the hall, trying to cover our mouth to prevent you from sobbing out loud. 

Why are you even crying? Its not our fault he forgot, he should be the one feeling your pain. 

Sudden;y, you bumped into a figue the walked out of a room. In a panic you wiped your eyes as you made eye contact with the person.

"Zane." You chuckled, "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." 

"It's quite alright, Y/N. What are you doing up so early?" Zane asked, looking at you. He noticed your eyelids were red but didn't say anything about it until you replied to his question. 

"Oh, I-I just said hi to Lloyd, I-I'm heading back to my room."

Before he could say anythin you push by him but pause, "Zane, do you know what today is?" 

"Well, of course I do. Happy birthday, Y/N."

You smiled softly, thanking him and returning to your room. He watched as you entered your rooom beside Nya's and Kai's. 

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It was now later in the morning, around 9AM. Lloyd came back from outside and he was done training for a couple of hours. At least 1 or 2 he told himself.

As he entered the kitchen, he ran into Zane who was finishing up breakfast. "Good morning, Lloyd. Have you finished training?" 

Lloyd smieles as he sits at the table, "Yeah. I am." Lloyd soon looked around the room. With the corner of his eye he spots ballons and banners in a supply closet. He tilted his head to the side, "We still have these? I thought we put them away after Nya's birthday last month?" He said as he took a sip of water that Zane placed down for him. 

"Well, we did put them away, but I took them back out for Y/N's birthday today-" 

The sound of Lloyd spitting water out of his mouth caused Zane to jump slighty, obviously not expecting it. "WHAT?" He basically shouted, wiping his chin. "It's for Y/N's birthday today, I asked Cole to assit me in putting up the banners and Nya and Jay offered to get them presents from all of us. Kai will be in charge blowing up balloons."

Zane spoke, looking over to Lloyd to see panic all over his face. "Lloyd," he started slowly, placing down his cloth and cup he was drying, "You do remember it's Y/N's birthday? Correct?" 

Lloyd stared at the table in thought. What the fuck? he asked himseld over and over, How the hell could I forget my own partners birthday?!

"I mean- I-I was distracted by all my ninja training, I-I didn't think-"

Zane gave a sworrowful look as he shook his head. Lloyd grumbled as he slammed his head to the table. 

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"Oh. Sorry Y/N, I didn;t know you were-" Cole had accdeintly walked in on you in the bathroom, and as he was aplogizing you were quick to move from the mirror nad wipe your eyes. You and him made eye contact and as you prayed he's close the door, he instead opened it slowly, noticing your puffy eyes.

"Y/N? Are you okay? Are you crying? 

You shook your head fast, too fast, causing your head to hurt and tears to spill more. "N-No." Your voice cracked as you wiped the tears from your eyes.

Cole didn't know what to do, not until you choked out his name and the tears were more visiable. "Cole..." He immediatly wrapped his arms around you as you cried into his shoulder. 

"Oh god, ssh. ssh. It's alright, hey, hey, hey!" He smiles as he sups your ace togethet to get a better look at your face. Your tear stained face caused a frown to form on his face, "Awh, Y/N." He hugged you once and rubbed your back in comfort.

"How-How could he forget?" You spoke. 

You and Cole have moved into the hall and back into your room. He got you issues, your stuffed animal, your blanket, anything to make you feel more safe and happy. He rubbed your shoulder as he sat beside you, 

"Who forgot?"

"Lloyd!" Your voice squeaked as you coughed out a cry. "How-How could he forget my birthd-day?" You squezzed your stuffed animal as Cole paused to think.

Suddenly, he started to chuckle and you snapped your head at him, More tears started to form, and Cole quickly noticed. "Omg, Y/N." Cole handed you a tissue, but still wiped your tears for you. "I thought you meant he forgot something like an aniverrsity, or a graduation."

You cocked your eyebrow at Cole, "Y/N. A lot of people forget birthdays! I do sometimes. Lemme'tell you, when I forgot Jay's birthday he was crying his eyes out. I felt bad, but he didn't take any offence of it."

"But- BUT YOU AND JAY WEREN'T DATING!"

"True, but he forgave me because it was only a one time thing. Tell me, when was the last time Lloyd ever  forgot your birthday. Or Kai's birthday? Or even Darreths?!" You looked at him as you were deep in thought.

He was right. 

Lloyd never forgot your birthday and even if he would, he would ask someone, no? 

You shrugged your shoulders, rubbing the arm of your stuffed toy. Cole smiled, "See. Now, don't let one person who forgot your birthday ruin your entire day. Hae fun, you only turn (A/N) once!" He joked, shaking your arm to egt you to laugh, which much to your liking, did.

"You only turn any age once, dummy." 

You and Cole laugh, not hearing the sudden door knock until the door creaked open. You both snap your heads to find Lloyd peeking his head in. Your stomach dropped for a minute, but you remained calm. 

"Uh, Y/N. Could I talk to you?"

Cole looked back at you and smiled, you look back at him and slowly smiled back as he stood up after rubbing the top of your hair. He walked by Lloyd anc gave him a pat on the shoulder and a smile. 

You placed your legs on your bed to sit criss cross on the mattress. As you didn, Lloyd entered with his hands behind his back.  He sat where Cole was perviously before he left. 

"Y/N. I-I just wanted to say, I'm sorry. I forgot your birthday and that was a dumb move of me. I'm your boyfriend, and I've already forgotten your birthday, I felt so bad when I remembered. This morning, when you asked me if we wanted to hang out, I was a jerk and set you off for tomorrow. So-So I want to make it up to you, if you'd let me." 

You saw him reach into a bag he placed on the bed as he sat down, he took out a small box and handed it to you. You look at him, you could tell he was on edge. So you took the box, taking a moment to open it and when it did you were met with pieces of papers. You took one out and read it."

"Coupon #7 : Movie Night." 

You look up at him confused, "I-I don't have any money on me, so I decided t go old-school and make you something, Basically, I made you (A/N) coupons, cause that's how old you are now, and which ever one you pick every hour we will do." 

He took the paper from you, "Example, You got Coupon #7" Movie Night. Meaning tonight we'll watch a moive, you're pick but I do have those rented movies we got at Doomsday."

You paused, "I know. I know, It's not the best present, but I felt really bad that I forgot your birthday and I wish you could for-" Before you could let Lloyd finish, you jumped into his arms, tossing him backwards on the bed.

His back hits your blanket and you laid on top of him. 

You laughed into his shoulder before showing him your smile with small tears in your eyes. "Thank you." You squeaked, hugging him again, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. Your the best, I love you so much, Thank you, this was such a cute idea!" 

Lloyd.EXE has stopped working. 

"You're-you're not mad, or-or upset."

"Of course I was, but I realized it's you." You kissed his cheek, "I know you wouldn't forget my birthday because I know you'll remember sooner or later." 

Lloyd's lips formed into a smile as you kissed his lips and pulled away. You took the box and closed it, shaking it. 

"Now, what will the amazing Lloyd Garmadon do with the awesome Y/N L/N today!"