#you don't know what ya had till it's gone ...

[freshllamapeace]

Till the sun burns out

Remmick x reader

I posted the snippet earlier this week this is the finished product!

Warning - Dead dove do not eat, Gore, Noncon/smut, this is a rough read so you have been warned, probably not my best written smut if I'm honest

Stupid, pathetic, maybe even… desperate. The words described you well enough, wouldn’t you say? A lonely girl with nothing better to do than throw her life away. You do this because you think you're special, you think you're destined for greatness, You think one day you're gonna wake up and be the main character but you aren't. I mean how could you when you’re not even the main character of your own story. You aren't special, you aren’t destined for greatness. The only thing you're truly destined for is to die in this forest. Body broken and mangled while he loomed over you. 

It was clear you were going to die here. No way you get out of this, worst yet you could see the white walls of the house where you grew up in, the soft porch light admitting a warm welcoming glow. If you could have run a few more feet you'd be home safe. But you were just shy of that and he revelled in that. Walking circles around you like a wolf who had just cornered his prey. You hadn't even known what you'd done wrong. What made you deserving of this treatment but it didn’t matter, not anymore. 

Your leg was broken, the bone splintered in half, a jagged end poking out through the skin where your knee was meant to be. Blood leaking down the wound onto the forest floor. Your left arm was gone, ripped apart. The only evidence of it ever being there being the blood and tendons that leaked out of your bicep. The pain was unbearable, indescribable it ached everywhere. You could do nothing but cry and scream. Even your stomach suffered some blows, a large laceration planted diagonally through your chest, your internal organs threatening to spill out. The palm of your right hand was degloved, a sea of red covering the skin that was once there, tendons and muscle clearly on display for you to see. If you’d looked long enough you’d even be able to see the muscles moving, slow and concise. 

Grabbing you by your hair you were lifted from the ground and pressed into the cruel bark of a tree. A screech moved past your lips as broken body parts started to move and bend. “I told you, didn't I? That we’d make sweet sweet music together.” He pressed his mouth against your ear, hot breath assaulting your skin. “I ain’t say how but you were so eager… I ain’t wanna spoil the surprise for ya.” Using his body to keep you stationed against the tree Remmick started to fiddle with his belt. Taking his time to remove it, his eyes stayed stationed on you. Red like an amber sea and teeth glistening in the moonlight, it had been ages since Remmick had played with his food to this degree. Kissing your neck, Remmick allowed his pants to fall to his ankles, his cock in hand. 

“Please, you don't have to do this.” You cried, the cherry colored fluids dripping from your lips onto his chest. Remmick smiled, a smile he often did. It was mocking, cruel and yet the smile looked almost kind… almost. “I know little dove. ” Remmick wasted no time lining himself with your cunt. Pressing his body further onto you, you heard the sound of something stabbing into fresh. It was your bone piercing into his stomach. “Fuck.” He moaned. “You get me all hot and bothered looking like this.” Your gored body turning him on. He was disgusting, a freak of nature. Slamming himself inside you, Remmick gave you no time to prepare before setting the tempo, thrusting at a rough and savage pace. Remmick paid no attention to the bone that pierced his flesh with every thrust. Blood leaking down the wound he had created. Moving his hand down your body Remmick started to play with your clit. The rough circular motions pressed into your skin. You were in pain, your body was aching, the wounds burned and yet your body still reacted to the orgasm forced onto you by him. Your nails digging into his shoulder as you held onto him . You were trembling beneath him, breathing heavy, eyes half lidded. The blood loss was going to catch up with you, soon rather than later. “Fuck.” He groaned, his breathing uneven and his thrust getting impossibly quicker. “Don’t die yet darlin’ I'm almost there.” He whispered in your ear. “There ain’t no God above but if there was he made you just for me.” Soon his thrust started to stutter and slow, his nails began to dig into your skin creating new wounds on your broken body. A groan leaves his lips as he releases all his love and affection into you, the white liquid carrying a red tint to it. Not quite ready to pull himself out of you Remmick thrusted a couple more times making sure that you were filled with every last drop of his cum. 

“I'm going to break you over and over again.” Far too tired and dying from the blood loss the words didn’t register in your mind as anything other than gibberish. But what did register was the sharp pain you felt in your neck and the way he licked at the wound lapping up the blood. When he was done he allowed your body to crumple in on itself, you dropped to the floor. The world went black.

[spikesbunny]

hello!!! i love your work :3

could i maybe request an aventurine x fem!reader?? where shes just gone dumb from how hard shes fucked.......

- 🎲 (i dunno if you have a dice anon 😓...)

+ an: hello!!! i don't have a 🎲anon, so it's your title now!! welcome to the party mwah <33 also i love seeing an aventurine fan (he's totally the type to fuck a chick dumb 😈)

minors DNI!!

"c'mon doll, no need to be shy" aventurine coos, nudging your thighs open for him. "i know how needy this pussy is. you've been so good for me already, why not continue on?"

the blonde sat in front of you, prying your shaky thighs open. he'd just made you cum twice, once on his fingers and another on his face, but he was no where near done. in fact, aventurine seemed like he wasn't close to running out of stamina. how could he, when his doll looked so pretty after he pulled an orgasm from her?

"c'mon, i promise i'll be good. won't be too rough on ya." he smirks. he was a dirty liar, you both knew aventurine had a habit of fucking you till you couldn't stand, till his name was the only thing in your brain.

yet, he looked so pretty when he sat between your legs, ruining you, or when he was just too lazy to properly fuck you, and made you ride him instead.

it was something about his eyes.

you couldn't deny him. aventurine knew your body too well. you open your trembling thighs, letting him settle back between them. "see, wasn't too hard, was it, sweetheart?"

his voice was sinful as he brings two fingers to your drenched folds, your clit puffy from overstimulation. his digits spread you open, a shit-eating grin crossing his lips as he looks down at you. "damn, she's hungry, isn't she?"

aventurine disposes of his pants and boxers, wasting no time crawling back over you. his hands bring your knees up towards your chest, spreading you open for him. "fuck, can't wait to be inside ya... look so good, all spread out like this."

he rubs his tip between your folds, collecting slick on his pre-cum leaking head. he groans as he bumps your clit, taking in the way your body shudders.

you whine, begging for him to finally sink in. you couldn't help but need it, he had folded you so perfectly, and you knew he would fuck you so well. aventurine seems to get the message, slowly sinking in.

it was torture!! he was taking his time, intending to dissolve you into a whiny mess - which he tended to do, effortlessly. his dick was reshaping your walls, it was always such a stretch to take him, no matter how many times he fucked you.

"see, such a good girl. i knew you could take me all." he purrs into your ear, leaning down to smirk in your face. he thrust into you, tip hitting that spongey spot already. he knew your body like the back of his hand, could analyze it like any game he played.

aventurine knew what would make you cum for him. he drills his hips into you, ignoring your pleads to 'slow down'. lewd sounds spill from his dick pounding into your cunt, your slick coating his base and balls.

"look so pretty under me, ya know that?" he slips a free hands down to toy with your clit ruthlessly. there was no rhythm to his madness, just however he felt would get you - and him - off.

he keeps your legs pinned to your chest with his other hand, practically drilling into you. aventurine could tell you were slowly loosing it - your head had tilted to the side, drool slipping past your plush lips. whines of his name and 'more' were all that fell from your lips.

he really hit the jackpot with you. who knew he'd find such a compliant fucktoy girlfriend?

"you're close, aintcha baby? i can feel your pussy flutterin' round me, she's telling me you wanna cum. go on, cum for me." his words were like fuel to the fire in your core, the mix of his head consistently abusing your g-spot and his messy fingers on your clit sending you spiraling.

it doesn't take much longer, your orgasm crashing down with a sob of his name, nails digging into his back. "fuck, so perfect like this." he pants, thrust growing sloppy as he fucks you through your release. you whine his name, overstimulation taking over.

"c'mon, lemme finish, yea baby? then you can be done. you can take my cum, right?" he coos. you were too gone to even think about arguing, nodding your head.

"good" he smirks, giving you a few last rolls, before his hips stutter, filling your walls with his cum. aventurine pants above you, smirking as he wipes away drool from your chin. "only i could fuck you this good, right baby?"

he was right. only he could ever wreck you like this.

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[andysbubba]

needy

summary | the two times ari needs you, and that one time you needed him.

pairing | ari levinson x reader

warnings | just a tiny bit of angst, an emotionally constipated ari levinson, something about unrequited love and finally a bestfriends to lovers trope!

A/N | hi, i’m haney and i’ve been gone from this app for a long time and i missed writing so here’s a little story that has been ageing in my drafts that i finally finished! hope u enjoy this read! ❤️

—————

ONE

The first time: when he was drunk

"Don't go." He starts, his voice already sounding so vulnerable that you know you'd give him anything he'd ask for. "Please."

You stop in your steps, the hand on the doorknob dropping down to your side and you turn around to face him. You helped him get into bed after a long night out, and you were planning to leave or maybe just crash on his couch since its already late and you're too lazy to get back home.

"Don't have to stay the whole night if you don't want to. Just keep me company till I sleep."

"Okay, grumpy." You traced back your steps, and you tug your jacket off, leaving it on his nightstand before you climb up his bed and settle in right beside him.

His eyes stayed on you the whole time and he shifts closer to your side.

"How ya feelin', grump?"

"I'm tired." He snuggles up into your side and throws an arm around your stomach. "How are you always so warm and soft?" he questioned, like the question had been haunting him.

You hum at his question and raise your hand up to his head and run your fingers through his hair. "How are you always so cuddly when you're drunk?"

He mumbles out something you couldn't really understand and he turns his head to nuzzle into the fabric of your shirt.

You nod mindlessly, paying no attention to what he’s trying to say and ran your fingers through his hair, watching him drift off — heavy limbs, steady breath, muttered nonsense.

---

When you're up the next morning, the spot beside you was already empty. You had no doubt Ari was nursing a shitty hangover from all the drinks he had yesterday. He called you pretty late last night with his words all slurry and draggy. So naturally as his friend, you went to the bar to pick him up and bring him home.

He was grumbling in the kitchen, trudging around with heavy footsteps. As you entered the kitchen, he nods at you in acknowledgement. Too hungover for good mornings.

“How was your date yesterday, twinkie?” he asked, casual, but not really.

You told him it was nice. And he’s cute.

Ari nodded, silent.

He didn’t ask anything else, just rubbed his temple and reached out for the Advil.

You let it go. Pretended not to notice the tight set of his jaw. The way he couldn’t quite look at you.

He didn’t say it, but you knew.

He hated it.

————

TWO

The second time: when his mom was in the hospital

"Hey, it's okay. It's okay, bear. I've got you." Ari crashed straight into your arms the moment he spots you striding into the waiting room. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, and his arms tightened around you. His body shakes as tiny, soft sobs leaves his lips and it sounds muffled as he cries into your neck. "I've got you, babe. Just take deep breaths for me, okay?"

He collapsed into your arms like something inside him had snapped. You held him tight, fingers in his hair, whispering that it was okay — even when you weren’t sure it was.

She was in surgery. Something routine, your colleagues had said. But fear doesn’t listen to facts when it’s someone you love on the table.

So you took him up to your office, let him drink your last Capri Sun and eat the Mars bar you’d been saving.

“Apple juice? Really?” he grumbled, straw between his teeth.

“Stop acting like my nephew and maybe I’ll get you a beer next time.”

He didn’t laugh. But he leaned into you. Head on your shoulder. Arms curled close.

You kept scratching at his scalp, trying to quiet the shaking in his chest.

“I want to be there when she wakes up,” he said quietly.

“You will be. I promise. I told them to call me if anything comes up."

———

When you brought him to the recovery room, his mom lit up.

"Y/n, sweetheart!"

You smiled, embracing her with the same warmth she greeted you with.

“Mrs Levinson!”

The permanent frown on his face eased, softened into something you didn’t see often — a smile. Small, but real. His shoulders dropped, a visible exhale of all the fear he’d carried since the phone call.

“She’s really okay?” he asked, his voice cracking even as he tried to hold himself together.

You nodded from your spot at the foot of the bed, watching the way he reached for her hand like he still didn’t believe it.

“She’s more than okay, bear.”

Mrs. Levinson gave him a tired but loving smile, her thumb brushing his knuckles. “Told you I wasn’t going anywhere yet. Can’t get rid of me that easy.”

Ari laughed — breathy and weak. And you could see it in his eyes, just for a flicker of the little boy he used to be, still afraid of losing the people he loves.

You stepped back a little, giving them their space, heart pulling in your chest.

Because you’d never seen Ari cry before that morning. Not like that. Not that kind of broken.

But he let you hold him.

He called you.

He let himself fall apart in your arms — the same arms he once called just “warm and soft,” like that was all they were.

But now?

Now he knew what they meant.

Now you knew what they meant.

It wasn’t just the comfort.

It was safety.

It was home.

————

A while later, you both stepped out of the hospital room, and Ari was quiet. Too quiet.

The halls buzzed with fluorescent light and the low murmur of hospital life, but he walked beside you like he couldn’t feel any of it. His hand brushed yours once. Didn’t take it. Just… brushed it. Like a thought half-formed.

You stopped just outside the vending machines.

“You okay?”

He didn’t answer right away. Just stared at the linoleum floor.

Then:

“You didn’t have to show up today.”

You blinked. “Of course I did.”

“I know but…” He swallowed. His voice went hoarse. “You had a date. With Barber. You could’ve ignored the call.”

“I never would.”

He finally looked at you. And God, the ache in his eyes — it could flatten cities.

“I don’t know what we are,” he said, low. “I don’t even know what I can be to you.”

Your breath caught.

A pause. He shifts his weight, stares at the floor like it did something wrong.

“You always do,” he says, like it’s a problem. “Show up. Stay. Even when I don’t say anything. Even when I’m… not exactly good company.”

You don’t say anything, just wait. Because you know him. You know.

Then, quieter:

“I keep thinkin’ one day you’ll stop.”

You blink.

He finally looks at you — and the look in his eyes wrecks you.

“I wouldn’t blame you.”

—————

THREE

The one time you needed ari

You’d been holding it all in for weeks — the weight of pretending everything was fine, juggling your job, Ari’s complicated family situation, and your own swirling mess of feelings.

The late nights at the hospital, watching Ari pacing the halls, biting his lip every time he got a call from his mother’s doctors.

The phone calls you got from Ari, voice tight and rough, asking about your day, but really needing to hear a calm voice to steady his own nerves.

And then there was Dr. Andy Barber — the “date” you told Ari about just to keep things simple, to keep him at arm’s length. But every time you saw Andy, you felt a pang — a reminder that Ari was watching, waiting, and the tension between you was growing unbearable.

That day at the hospital, you were exhausted, emotionally raw from being the “strong one” for everyone — for Ari, for his mother, even for yourself. When the surgery was over, the relief should have settled in.

But instead, when you stepped outside and saw Ari — looking smaller somehow, his usual grumpy armor cracked — all the fear, all the loneliness you’d stuffed down came crashing out.

You weren’t just tired of the hospital, the stress, the waiting.

You were tired of pretending you could do it all alone.

And Ari… he was the only person who ever saw through it. You didn’t mean to cry.

You’d planned to smile, say goodbye, maybe even tell him to call you later. But your body betrayed you the moment you saw him waiting outside the hospital — leaning against his car, arms crossed, that same tired scowl on his face. The one he always wore when he didn’t know how to say “I’m worried about you.”

“Ari,” you tried to say, but your voice cracked right through the middle.

He looked up.

And that’s all it took.

The tightness in your chest collapsed, and everything you’d held in — all the stress, the exhaustion, the pretending — came pouring out in one stupid, gasping breath.

“I can’t—” you started, before your hand flew to your mouth, trying to stop the sob that clawed up your throat.

Ari was at your side before you could hide it. No words, no hesitation. Just two arms wrapping around you, strong and steady and home.

“Hey,” he whispered, pulling you into him like it was instinct. “Hey, I got you.”

You shook your head against his chest, gripping the front of his jacket like you were drowning.

“I’m so tired, bear.” Your voice was hoarse, barely there. “Everything’s been so much. I didn’t even know how bad it was till I saw you.”

He held you tighter. One hand cradling the back of your head, the other firm around your waist, grounding you like no one else could.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured into your hair. “Not right now. Just let it out, yeah?”

You broke again, face buried in his chest. Ugly sobs, hot tears. And he didn’t flinch. Didn’t let go.

Didn’t run.

You weren’t sure how long you stood there, crying into the man who used to sleep on you like a pillow after too many beers. The man who once hated hospitals and late-night phone calls. The man who, for all his quiet, grumpy, impossible ways — always showed up when it counted.

Now, he was the one holding you together.

And it wasn’t until the crying started to slow that you realized he’d been whispering something over and over into your hair, like a prayer he was afraid to say out loud.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

————

He drove you home in silence. One hand on the wheel, the other twitching like it wanted to reach for yours but didn’t dare.

You’d fallen quiet again. Your head leaning against the window. The light of passing streetlamps drawing soft shadows across your face. You looked… wrung out. Tired in a way he couldn’t fix with dumb jokes or aspirin. Not this time.

And Ari hated it. Hated that he couldn’t find the words to make it better. Hated how he wanted to turn the car around and punch the world until it stopped hurting you.

But most of all, he hated the voice in his head that whispered, you’re part of the reason she’s hurting.

Because you were tired. Of carrying everything for everyone. Of being the one people leaned on, cried to, slept against when the nights got too heavy. Including him. Especially him.

He hadn’t thought about what that cost you.

Not until he saw you fall apart in front of him.

And now—now all he could think about was how selfish he’d been. All those nights he called you, drunk and miserable. All those mornings he let you clean up his mess without asking if you were okay.

God, you were always there. And what did he ever give you in return?

His silence. His gruffness. His shoulder on bad days, maybe, but never his whole heart. Because he kept that locked up, buried under excuses like timing and she deserves better.

And now he was afraid he’d waited too long.

When he pulled into your driveway, you didn’t move right away. Just sat there for a moment, blinking slowly.

“Thanks for the ride,” you said softly.

He nodded, swallowing down the hundred things he wanted to say but couldn’t. “You gonna be okay?”

You nodded too quickly. “Yeah. Just need sleep.”

Another silence. The air between you filled with everything unsaid.

You reached for the door handle. And his hand twitched again—like it wanted to stop you.

But all he said was, “Let me know if you need anything.”

You paused. Glanced back at him. And for a second, something in your eyes flickered. Like maybe you were waiting for him to say something more.

But he didn’t.

So you nodded again. “Goodnight, bear.”

The door shut quietly behind you.

And Ari just sat there, both hands gripping the wheel like he was trying not to fall apart himself.

Because he should’ve said something. Anything.

But he didn’t.

And now he had no idea if you’d come to him the next time you broke.

No idea if he’d blown his only chance to be more than the guy you held up when he was down.

———

He didn’t go home. Drove right past his place and ended up in the parking lot of a 24-hour diner he wasn’t hungry enough to eat at.

The engine ticked as it cooled, the heat from the vents slowly fading while his thoughts did the exact opposite—boiling over.

He replayed the whole thing in his head on loop. The way your voice cracked. The way your shoulders trembled as you finally let yourself fall apart. The way you leaned on him, and he—he just froze.

Useless.

And then you apologized. Like it was some burden, the way your heart had broken in his hands.

He scrubbed a hand over his face, sighed into the dark.

Goddamn it.

He always thought he’d be ready. That when it happened—when you finally needed someone, him, the way he always needed you—he’d know what to do. He’d hold you like you hold him. He’d say the right thing. Be the right thing.

But he wasn’t.

He just sat there like some emotionally constipated idiot, whispering “hey, hey, I got you,” like that was enough to patch over whatever it was you were unraveling from.

Maybe it was work. Family. Life.

Or maybe it was him.

The thought turned his stomach.

What if it was him? What if all these years of letting you hold him, letting you be his escape, letting himself need you… what if that chipped away at you little by little?

What if this whole time you’d been slowly breaking, and he didn’t notice until it finally shattered in front of him?

He rested his forehead against the steering wheel.

“You idiot,” he muttered to himself. “You selfish, blind…”

The sound of his own voice made his throat tighten. He sat back again, scrubbing at his eyes. His chest ached. Like something there was unspooling—tight and raw and dangerous.

This was bad.

Worse than when he got drunk and said too much. Worse than when Ma was in the hospital and he couldn’t breathe without hearing your voice.

This was the kind of bad that felt like regret growing claws.

Because tonight, you’d cried. And for the first time, he realized he might not be enough. That he might lose you before he ever figured out how to tell you—

No. He wasn’t even going there. Not tonight.

He threw the car into gear and drove off, the night air colder than he remembered.

———

Ari woke up early the next day.

He’d been parked out front for the last 20 minutes.

Not knocking.

Not texting.

Just… sitting. Gripping the to-go tray with both hands like it might give him the words he couldn’t seem to find.

Two coffees. One black. One with that ridiculous caramel drizzle you pretend not to like but always steal sips of anyway. A croissant. A banana muffin. Options. Because he wasn’t sure what kind of day this was going to be, and God forbid he show up empty-handed.

He should’ve left.

But he couldn’t.

You needed him last night.

And now all he could think was: did he mess it up?

He didn’t want to push. Didn’t want to make it about him. But something in him had cracked wide open when he held you—felt you shaking, vulnerable, not saying much at all.

You’d always made space for him.

And now that you’d let him see you, really see you—he realized he’d do anything to be what you needed. Even if he didn’t know how to say that yet.

He finally got out of the car.

Knocked once.

Waited.

You opened the door in a hoodie three sizes too big—probably his—and eyes that looked like they’d barely slept.

Neither of you spoke at first.

Then he lifted the tray slightly.

“Brought options,” he said gruffly.

You stared at it. Then up at him. Then back down.

And then you stepped aside.

“Yeah. Okay.”

————

The coffee was lukewarm by the time either of you said anything.

You leaned against the counter. He hovered awkwardly by the fridge. Like the space between you had grown too wide overnight.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

His head snapped up.

“For what?” he asked, too fast. Too sharp.

“For last night.”

He looked stricken. Like you’d punched him.

“Don’t. Don’t apologize for that.”

Your throat tightened.

“I didn’t mean to—”

“To what?” he cut in. “Be human?”

You flinched at the weight of it, at how harsh it sounded.

He ran a hand down his face. Took a breath. Tried again, softer.

“You were always there for me. Always. And I never—I never knew how to say thank you without messing it up.”

You watched him. Something crumbling quietly behind his eyes.

“I don’t want you to feel like you can’t come to me,” he said. “I want you to know you can. Even if I don’t say the right thing. Even if I just… sit there and hold you.”

Your hands curled around the coffee cup.

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “You did.”

That silence stretched again. Heavy. But this time it felt warmer.

You didn’t fill it. Neither did he.

And maybe that was the point.

Because something had shifted.

You’d cried. He’d stayed.

He brought you coffee. You let him in.

It wasn’t everything.

But it was something.

You turned away to rinse your mug, pretending the sudden sting in your eyes was just from lack of sleep.

Behind you, Ari shifted. You could feel it — the weight of him, the way he hovered like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how. Like every word was pressing against his teeth, begging to be let out.

And then—

“Fuck,” he muttered.

You turned.

He wasn’t looking at you. Just stood there, jaw clenched, hands braced on the kitchen counter like he needed something to hold him up.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he said, quiet but shaking.

Your brows pulled together. “Do what?”

“This,” he said again, louder. “Pretending it’s fine. Pretending I don’t care when you walk away at night. When you laugh at something I say and then look away like you didn’t mean to.”

His voice cracked, just a little.

“I’ve been trying to wait. Give you space. Give myself time to get it together. But last night—”

He looked up at you then, and you wished he hadn’t. Because his eyes were raw. Wrecked.

“Watching you fall apart like that—do you even know what that did to me?”

You opened your mouth. Closed it.

“I wanted to fix it,” he said, voice thick. “I wanted to take every shitty part of your life and rip it apart with my bare hands. And then I realized I was part of the problem.”

“You’re not—”

“I am,” he snapped. Then softened. “I’ve been leaning on you like you’d never fall. And you did. And I just stood there holding you like it made up for everything I didn’t say.”

The silence between you wasn’t warm now.

It burned.

“I don’t want to be the guy you call when everyone else lets you down,” he whispered. “I want to be the guy who’s there before that. Who gets to love you out loud, not just in the dark.”

Your breath caught.

And maybe that was the last thread. Because he took a step forward, chest rising like it hurt to breathe.

“I’ve been falling for you for longer than I want to admit,” he said. “And I’ve been fucking terrified that if I said it out loud, I’d ruin it. That I’d lose you.”

Another breath.

“But I think not saying it might’ve broken me anyway.”

You didn’t speak.

You couldn’t.

Because your heart was pounding so loud it drowned everything else out.

And Ari — strong, stoic, impossible Ari — just stood there in your kitchen, confessing every truth he’d buried like it was the only thing he had left.

No defenses.

No more waiting.

Just everything you didn’t know you’d been waiting to hear.

You stared at him.

And he stared back — chest heaving, eyes wild, like the words had cost him something he might not get back. Like he’d thrown his heart down at your feet and wasn’t sure if you’d pick it up or step over it.

The silence between you was deafening.

Not empty — no, it was too full. It hummed with all the things you couldn’t say. All the versions of him you’d carried in your chest for months. All the nights you stayed up wondering what it would mean if he ever looked at you like this.

And now he had.

And you didn’t know what to do with it.

Ari’s fingers flexed at his sides, like he was holding himself back from reaching for you.

“I’m not asking for anything,” he said, quieter now. “I just… I needed you to know. Before I ruin it by staying silent too long.”

You swallowed hard.

Because that was the thing — he hadn’t ruined it. Not by loving you. Not by breaking open in the middle of your kitchen. But he didn’t know that. He was bracing for it. For the fallout. Like love was a grenade and he’d just pulled the pin.

“I can leave,” he added, voice thin, already stepping back. “If it’s too much. If I made it weird.”

“No.”

You said it without thinking. Too fast, too loud.

His eyes snapped to yours.

And your next breath came out broken. Because it hit you all at once — he really thought he’d ruined it. That loving you out loud might mean losing you.

“No,” you said again, softer this time. “Don’t you dare leave.”

A pause.

Then — “I’m scared.”

The words left your mouth before you could pull them back. Quiet. Honest. Small.

Ari blinked, like he hadn’t expected that.

“I’m so scared, Ari,” you said, voice shaking. “Because this — you, me — it’s not something I can take lightly. And if I let it be real…”

You trailed off. Couldn’t finish.

But Ari stepped closer again, slow, like he didn’t want to spook you.

“I know,” he murmured. “I’m scared too.”

Another breath.

“But I’d rather be scared with you than brave without you.”

And that — that’s when it cracked wide open again. Not with sobs. Not with shouting.

Just with the quiet understanding that everything was different now.

And it had been for a long time.

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END.

A/N | uhm…….. whaaaaaattttttt??? my heart is burning.

[the-froschamethyst4]

"Did you just move in"

𖤐Pairing: König x F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, language, neighbors to lovers, badly translated German, kissing/making out, elevator sex, drunk sex, P in V, eating out, hand job, teasing, age gap (26-35), height difference, Nurse! Reader,

𖤐Summary: König hasn't met his new neighbor

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5:00AM

König woke up on time like everyday, not once has he been late onto getting to work. König grabbed his mask letting out a yawn, hiking his bag over his shoulder and shutting the door to his apartment and locking the door.

He hits the elevator down button, letting out yet another yawn as he waits for the elevator. He hears the bing and walks into the elevator.

"Wait!" A voice calls and with instinct König puts his hand out and the doors open. "Thank you," a woman comes in.

"No problem...I'm sorry are you new? Did you just move in, I don't think I've seen you around before?"

"Oh yeah, I moved in a few weeks ago, I'm in 304."

"304? I-I had a friend in 304, did he move out?"

"I-I'm not sure, I just saw a leasing and picked this apartment...I've been here for 3 weeks now, are you new?"

"No, no, I've been here for 3 years now, I travel for work."

"Travel," she looks him up and down. "You don't...seem like you travel."

"Yeah, I guess I look a bit ridiculous at the moment. I'm in the military."

"Oh well, thank you for your service." She giggles. "I'm Y/n."

"King, my friends call me King."

"A nickname? I'm guessing, I won't learn your real name will I?"

"I could have you call me by my callsign."

"Which is?"

"König."

"Well, König, I hope you stay safe out there."

"Thanks," he smiles at her. "If you don't mind me asking, what do you do?"

"Oh, I'm a Nurse." She holds up her badge to a local hospital. Before König could say anything the doors open and they stepped out, and headed to the garage park together.

"So, guess I'll be seeing you around?" König asked.

"Yep, see ya' around neighbor," she says, getting into her car.

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A Week Later

König was just coming home from a week long mission, he hated every minute of it, and is glad to be back home, to get into his bed, sleep and relax till the next time he has to work.

As he gets to his door, he sees a little box by his door, he was confused, his mind to even went to, could this be a bomb?

He picks it up and examines it, there was note that was placed under the box.

'Hi Neighbor, hope you're okay? I haven't seen you in a while, I waited for you at the elevator a few days ago, but never saw you, so I thought maybe you had already left, and I knocked on your door a few times, and you never answered, I hope I didn't do anything wrong? Anyways, I made some homemade goodies for you to enjoy, I hope you like them' PS: Don't worry about the box, I have more

König smiles and opens his door and walks into his apartment. He wonders if she is home, but he doesn't remember seeing her car in her parking spot.

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He was so unhealthy, he sat on his couch, legs spread and the box sitting on his lap as he leaned back and he was on his 5th brownie.

"Holy fuck these are good," he says under his breath. The cookies were soft and chewy, the brownies were just the same and were so rich. König hasn't has sweets in such a long time. He went on a harsh diet restricting sweets from his diet, he couldn't help but enjoy these sweets.

Maybe it's just him not having them in such a long time, but misses the sweetness, the sugar that made him happy as a child, he missed it.

As he held up a cookie there was a knock on his door, he looks at the door and gets up with the cookie hanging from his mouth as he looked throw the peep hole on his door.

Her

He unlocks the door and takes the cookie from his mouth.

"Oh hi," she says with a smile.

"Hi."

"I just saw the box gone and I wanted to make sure you got them," she sees the cookie. "I guess you did."

"Yeah, these are great, by the way." He tells her. "Soft and rich."

"Thanks, I know a few baking tricks and most of them are homemade."

"They're great..." it kind of became awkward now, Y/n rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet as König taps his finger on the door.

"Umm~ just came to check on you and if you got the sweets."

"Yes, thanks again, Y/n."

"Of course, anytime."

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A Few Days Later

König was in the elevator going to the apartment complexes gym, he was looking down at his phone, as the elevator doors open, he hears talking not really thinking about the talking-well not in till he hears a familiar voice.

The same voice he thinks about almost daily.

"Sir, I don't have any money," she says, König comes around the corner, Y/n has her bag over her shoulder, her jacket seemed a little messed up, and she looked like she was coming back from work.

She sees König, the light in her eyes had came back when she rushes to König. She hides behind König. The guy kept following her, but stopped when he saw König.

"Woah-" the dude says.

"Is there a problem?" König asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"N-No, not at all."

"Who let you in here anyways? The parking garage is gated. Did you sit and wait till it opened?" The guy is silent. "So, I'm right...so, I'm gonna call the police-"

"No, no, I'll leave, I'll leave." The guy did just that, he pushed the gate and walked out. Getting into the parking garage was hard you needed a passcode or a keycard, but getting out was easy.

"You okay?" König asked.

"Yeah," Y/n says.

"What did he want?"

"Money. That was scary."

"I bet...I was just going to the gym, do you want me to walk you home?"

"No, it's okay, thank you, King."

"Of course, be safe."

"I will."

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Next Day (9:00PM)

Y/n was in her apartment getting ready for a girl's night with her friends, she hasn't been out in a long time, because of work and her schedule being so busy she barely had any sort of free time, today was just that day.

She puts her heels on and grabbed her purse, she locks her apartment and heads to the elevator hitting the down button. She looks down at her phone making sure she had the right address of the club.

The doors open and she was about to step in.

"Woah, we going to a party?"

"König." She smiles. "I'm just going to hang out with my friends."

"Do you have a DD?"

"No, I was gonna take an UBER," she says. He steps out of the elevator the do close but that's okay, her friends can wait, she's talking with her hot neighbor right now.

"Here." He puts his hand out, and she gives him her phone. He puts his number in her phone. "Don't call an UBER, call me, and I'll come and get you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'll always come and get you, if you call."

"Okay." She smiles.

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Getting to the club, Y/n walked in and her friends immediately bombarded her on what took her so long? She just gave a response of.

"The uber got lost." She says with a smile.

Y/n had a Vodka Cranberry and she watched her friends dance or talk to some guys.

She stood by herself when a guy came up to her.

"Hi," he says.

"Hello." She says back.

"You look lonely."

"No, I'm okay. I'm not...really into clubs."

"Then why are you here?" He asked.

"Because I'm bored and I want to get out of my apartment."

"What do you do for work?"

"I'm a nurse or more specifically, I'm a CNS." She says.

"Oh yeah, what do you do?"

"I diagnose, prescribe, and treat patients."

"How much do you make?"

"Why does that matter?"

"Because I can't be with a girl who makes more then me."

"Bye," Y/n walks away from the insecure man child. She rolled her eyes when meeting with her friends on the dancefloor.

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11:50PM

König just hopes Y/n is safe, it's close to midnight, and he hasn't heard anything from her yet. He taps his chin as he was watching TV. As he was thinking his phone dinged, he looks over seeing it was Y/n texting him.

'Hi...could you come and get me now' she then send the address where she was. König without missing a beat grabs a hoodie and tied his boots and grabbed his keys and headed out to go get his cute neighbor.

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König gets to the club where he sees Y/n sitting on the curb kicking the rocks.

"Y/n!"

"King~!" She coos. She had her heels in her hands as she walks up to him a bit stumbly.

"Y/n, you should put your heels on, the ground is dirty."

"My feet hurt," she whines to him.

"I understand but keep them on at least." She just pouts at him.

"You're mean."

"No, I'm not, I'm just making sure you're safe."

"I am safe, because I'm with you."

"You're sweet, come on," he says, helping her to his truck.

"King," she moans.

"I'm here," he says as he pulls out of his parking spot.

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Y/n had looked out the window and then back at König who was very focused on the road. One hand on the wheel and the other free resting on the arm rest and he'd occasionally bring his knuckle to his mouth.

"King, would you be mad if I made more money then you?" She coos.

"Huh?"

"Some...asshole, came up to me a...at the par and said 'I can't be with someone who make more money than me'," she mocks a males voice and he noticed she messed on saying bar, but he thought it was cute.

"No, I wouldn't care as long as you support me, I'll support you, and you are finically stable, I don't see anything wrong with that." He says.

"So, would you date me even if I did make more money?"

"Yeah...I would..." he says.

She looks up at him, biting her bottom lip, she moves the seatbelt and leans forward kissing König's cheek.

"Good," she says.

"What was that for?"

"Because I like you, King, you'd never believe the whole n-night I was thinking about you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," she leans back in the seat and lifts the bottom of her dress being a tease, but König placed his hand out to stop her from exposing herself.

"Woah, hang on there," he says.

"What? You wouldn't fuck me?"

"Scheiße (shit) of course...of course I would, but not right now, okay, I'm driving."

"Then can we do it when we get to the apartment?"

"...Yeah...Yeah we can," he says, looking down at her.

Getting to the apartment complex, Y/n didn't have her heels on because she doesn't want to listen, and König was behind her making sure she wouldn't fall in the nearby bushes.

"King, can we fuck now?" She whines, König came up to her holding her up and shushing her.

"Shhh, not so loud, Y/n." She just giggles.

"You're so shy."

"And you're bold, I've never heard you be this way."

"What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing. Come on let's get to the elevator now." He says, moving her inside and hitting the up button.

The doors open and König moved Y/n into the elevator. He hits their floor button and just waited as the elevator took it's time going up. König was in the corner and Y/n was leaning against his side to keep herself up, König leaned on the rails to almost keep himself up.

Her hand starts gliding under his black shirt, feeling his abs and looking up at him with a teasing look in her eyes.

"Not here."

"Why not? We're in the apartment complex."

"There is a camera."

"Let them watch," she stood on her tippy toes bring him down to kiss her lips.

König deepens the kiss, and he pushes her against the elevator wall, and hits the stop button.

"Is this what you really want?" He asked.

"Yes," she says.

"Okay," König picks her up, her heels dropped out of her hands, and her legs wrap around his waist and her arms around his neck. König had messed with his belt and pulled his semi harden dick from his boxers, he pumps himself a few times as he kept kissing Y/n, her moans were soft, she moves her left hand and moves it to his dick, helping him out.

Pumping a bit faster, and she runs her thumb over his tip feeling the pre-cum on her thumb.

"Fuck," he moans.

His hand went to her thighs again as he just allows her to pump him, she moves her panties to the side and pushes his tip inside of her.

"Fuck," they both moan.

König first did some lazy thrusts just to let Y/n get use to his size, she moans and he started to pick up the pace just a bit. Her head goes back hitting the elevator wall, moans filled the small confined space.

König could help but smirk at her, just a few weeks ago, he never knew that he had a new neighbor and now here he is, fucking balls deep inside of her.

He leans forward kissing her temple and then her lips, he moves her from the wall to her now using the hand rails to keep her up as he is hitting from behind. His hands held her waist as he watches her put her head back again and moan left her mouth.

König starts picking up the pace it become sloppy, and he was close to coming. Giving a few more thrusts into Y/n, she ended up coming on his dick, he pulls out just in time as he spills cum from his tip onto her lower back.

König pulls her up and kissed her temple.

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3:00AM

König felt his head pound, he holds his forehead and rolls over on his side, he thought he was facing his window only to see Y/n. He slightly remembers what happened, he was really tired last night and just remembers picking Y/n up from the club, and then...sex...in the elevator. But he doesn't remember anything after that.

He doesn't move, he just stares at her, she was so cute when she was asleep, he lifts the covers and sees that she was in one of his t-shirts and he was only in boxers.

He sits up now.

"Are you leaving me?" She asked.

"I was just gonna make some coffee...you want some?"

"No thanks," she says, sitting up and getting up with him. "Thank you for coming to get my last night."

"It's no problem," he says. "Like I said, when you call I'll be there for you."

"You're too nice to me."

"Well, you're nice to me back, it's called repaying a favor."

"I had a...a good time last night."

"I did too..."

"Well...will that effect us in the future as neighbors?" She asked.

"No, it won't."

"No?"

"Why would it?"

"Because it'll be awkward?"

"No, it won't, I promise," he says, he walks to her, he cups her face and kisses her lips.

[multi-stays]

Caught white red-handed

Paring: Dom!Werewolf!Chan x Subby!Werewolf!GN!Reader

Genre:Smut18+/*MDNI*

Inspo Quote: “The sirens keep on screaming, that's a warning”

Note: I know he's a vampire in the MV buttttt I like writing about werewolves. LMK if you want vampire Chan in the future.

Edit: I know the Reader has a vagina but once you read it you'll see why I put GN

💜✨Warnings below the cut✨💜

Warnings: Dead dove: do not eat, abuse, bleeding, bruising, cussing, being called a Whore, Darling, and Little Girl, oral sex M!receiving, non-consensual sex, masturbation, use of a vibrator, knotting, Chan yelling, Chan’s monster cawk

All day long you felt it, the aching and stinging of your body telling you that your boyfriend was in a rut.

You needed so badly to relieve yourself, all day long throughout the daily tasks your vagina did nothing but leak through multiple pairs of underwear, til finally you couldn't take it anymore.

Chan was at work and you knew it was against the rules to pleasure yourself without Daddy’s permission but your mind was fuzzed and you couldn't stop yourself, even if you wanted to.

You sat at the edge of your bed, vibrator in hand, and slipped it into your soaked hole. A sigh of relief escaped your lips when the dildo hit your g-spot, so badly you yearned to be fucked by Chan's werewolf dick, the big veins that ran down the side of it, his knot that held all his cum inside you, just the thought made you wet on the spot.

Every ounce of your body was reacting to the lingering scent of Chan that was left in your shared bedroom. He left early in the morning and had been gone all day, only leaving behind the scent of his rut, which is probably why he left without saying goodbye.

Only a few minutes had passed and your orgasm was near, you grabbed Chan’s pillow and stuck it under your head, breathing in his musky scent. Your vagina pulsated with each vibration from the dildo, only a few seconds and you'd be spewing all over the bed just at the thought of him.

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You didn't hear the lock on the front door click open, didn't hear the car coming up the driveway, didn't smell his scent till he was right in front of you, staring at you with the most neutral expression you've ever seen and it scared you.

Perhaps the strong scent of your pleasure masked his musky smell and you were bound to be caught eventually. Either way, he did catch you and it was now plainly said on his face what he was gonna do with you.

Quickly you halted your movements, watching him as he casually walked over to the hamper, placing his coat inside. He then proceeded to undo his tie, the satin fabric making a snapping noise as he pulled it from his neck and gripped it tight.

“I'm really s-” he didn't let you finish, his two bony fingers pressed against your lips as he grabbed your wrists, tying the tie tightly around them.

“Get up!” he finally said, knowingly yelling it straight into your sensitive ears, causing them to ring and you to collapse on the bed.

“Fine then, you don't wanna listen ya stupid Whore,” he grabbed the tie and dragged you from the edge of the bed up to the headboard, tying you to the bottom rung so you'd have no room to move.

“I see you decided to break the rules, and you know what happens when little girls break the rules, don't you?” he said cocking his head to the side as he stripped his pants off, revealing his fluffy tail underneath.

“Yes I know Daddy and I'm sorry, your rut made me do it and I couldn't help myself” you pleaded out hoping he would have mercy on you but it was too late.

“You've been bad and Daddy doesn't want to hear you.”

The next thing you knew Chan was untying the tie from the bed and repositioning you so your face was right in front of his clothed cock, huge and pulsating in his underwear.

You bent down instinctually and started licking at Chan’s head through the thin fabric, his small grumbles scaring you with each kiss.

“Just like that Darling, you're making Daddy's cock feel good,” he said thrusting his pelvis into your face, the sweet-tasting spot of precum finding your lips as you made out with his penis.

With each passionate kiss to his twitching length, Chan slowly started to unravel. His growls got louder and his penis leaked more, making a sticky mess on your face.

You rubbed your face along the mess that accompanied his length. Tears, spit, and cum making a trail on the grey fabric as you rubbed your scent on him.

Before you could think you were being hoisted in the air by your tail and watching as Chan pulled down his underwear, freeing his hardened penis and forcing your mouth down on his length.

You sucked as much as you could, his penis was so enlarged you could hardly do anything but hold still and be used like a pocket pussy. Before long the harsh thrusting stretched the sides of your mouth open, causing them to split open and bleed a trail down to his balls where it dripped off his pubic hair. The guttural moans that escaped his throat as he pulled you off went down your spine, his now pink precum dripping out of your mouth as you tried to catch your breath.

“Tongue,” he said squishing your cheeks together, deliberately getting some of your blood on his hand. You let your tongue fall out of your mouth and he lowered you down, sliding you from his balls to the head of his penis, jerking himself off with your face.

You could feel his knot start to form, making you happy your punishment wouldn't last all night long like it normally would. His breathing was unsteady and he was pushing you down on his cock again, rough thrusts into your bruised and bloody lips as he abused you, inching his penis down your throat and into what felt like your stomach.

How you were holding on without gagging was beyond you, his werewolf penis was almost as long as your torso and as thick as your arm, if not more. But there you were, with his penis stuffed down your throat, nose sticking to his wet pubes that grew just above it.

His knot got stuck just behind your teeth as he cummed in your throat, him forcing it down with the small hammering thrusts of his penis.

“Don’t fucking waste a drop or you're gonna pay Whore!” he said, his raspy voice tickling your ear as you gulped his cum down, the flow seeming like it would never end.

You felt like you were in the air forever, all the blood had rushed to your head causing you to pass out, his smirky voice being the last thing you heard before you were completely unconscious. “Such a messy Whore ain't ya Darling, passing out on Daddy’s cock, was it too much for ya?”

When you woke up your voice was gone, you tried your best to mutter a single word but the pain was too much.

Chan sounded like he was in the bathroom, showering all the sex off himself so his members wouldn't smell it and tease like they always did.

You planned on waiting up for him but your body betrayed you, eyes falling shut as you breathed in Chan’s scent one last time, lingering on the pillow he put under your head.

[bodhiscurls]

the look of love. ( bodhi durran ) pt. 1

the day your brother liam died, a part of you died with him. you couldn't bare to look at the people you used to call family and that included letting go of bodhi durran. except now they're all back asking for your help to find a rune your late brother and mother may have known that could be the key to repairing the wards. its all business and after this you'll head back to the life of loneliness you live except that even after all this time, bodhi durran still looks at you with the look of love. (takes place after the battle of resson- may not be 100% factual or making sense soz love ya xoxo)

main pairing: bodhi durran x mairi reader (liam's older sister), xaden riorson x violet sorrengail

themes: angst, mentions of death, grieving, swearing

soft knuckles wrap against the door in gentle taps and then a groan- a shove you guess and the same tattering rocks the wooden door harder, more urgently.

the lack of sleep threatens to hang your eyelids close and you're tempted for a moment to just roll back under the covers and let the worries find you in the morning light. however, it's audibly apparent that the knocking will not stop.

a stomp of your bare feet fizzles anger into the earth and you fight the snarl edging at the corner of your mouth.

"what," you hiss and rip the door open, standing face to face with the same riders you used to call family. until, well, protecting one of them tore your own real brother from you. that day on the battlefield, something had died along with him. love from the mairi bloodline had been locked away deep into your soul, guarded by soldiers of grief and wrath that moulded your new armour of loneliness.

"good to know you're still a bundle of sunshine when you wake," a deep voice rumbles from the back.

"oh fuck you tavis," you fight off the sleep with an eye roll and steel a stony glare to his brown eyes that recoil instantly. good to know you still had that effect on him, a small devious smile threatens to play on your lips.

"what do you want?" your voice lowers an octave and the air shifts around you. gone were the days you'd smile with these riders, dine with them, train with laughter till your muscles tired sore. gone were the days you felt anything but disdain for them.

they say people grieve in different ways yet it felt that when they all had moved on and forewards, it was only you that felt the screams in the still of the night, the deep blue of his eyes that softened with every last breath he took. that he died for the people he loved - the same fate as your mother took.

you carried that grief constantly in every minute and every breath you took. how could you laugh and carry on knowing he was meant to exist in the same moment as you if it weren't for the pair of idiots standing at the front of your door. forgiveness was something they'd asked for repeatedly and yet, it didn't feel right. they didn't feel deserving of anything from you, not when they had taken everything from you.

"can we come in?" the traitor's voice is gentle, so soft it almost wasn't there. except it was- like the stark silver that contrasted against the darkness of hair tied into a pretty little braid as always.

"you can certainly try," you take a step back, fighting the empty laughter when her head pulls back in whiplash at the warded door. "don't be so fucking ridiculous," you scoff. "you both have some nerve coming here," and you shift your stony glare onto the man beside violent sorrengail.

"believe me, wingleader mairi," he softens, "yn," he tries again and by the furrow in your brows its clearly the wrong appraoch "i wouldn't be here disrupting our peace if i didn't deem in necessary."

"peace," you spit, "i wouldn't mistake a forced recognition of a power position in need of mutual respect as peace wingleader riorson and neither should any of you," you go to turn (or rather slam) the door at the cadets interrupting your night when her voice calls out again.

"wait! please," she begs, "please." she tries again and you almost remember what it was like before liam's death- who you were before it all unraveled and the you before would have dropped everything for the girl infront of you. though now, you would not make the same mistake your younger brother fatefully had.

"you're out past curfew cadet," and she is met with the dark oak on the other side in finality.

you settle and rest your back against the door, breaths shallow and slow as you pace yourself. you haven't had to confront any of them in a long time and you forgot how ugly the loneliness could make you turn.

stormy one, you feel your dragon vaelith's silky tone sooth the worries folded in your mind. one more awaits at the door.

you know who it is already. the softness carried in his deathly stance is often missed by many. however, years of being his soulmate meant you had memorised every fibre etched into his being.

you open the door gently before his knuckles could meet the wood again with the first soft tap.

"hey," he whispers, slowly lowering his hand and meeting your somber gaze. you nod tightly in return, biting your lip down as you struggle to find the right words.

"hey," you settle for. the strain is evident in your voice and its clear that in holding a simple conversation with no malice and no spite. god, why was it so hard to not be a bitch.

as if testing the struggling waters, he reaches out. not a touch to your arm or a soft embrace but a steady hand holding the door open as if he was worried you'd let it slip and close it on him forever.

"look," he starts nervously, "i don't mean to crowd your space like this, i know things are different now-" your heart stops because you know he really means to say that you are different now. you've caused this imbalance, this awkwardness, this liam sized hole you'd never be able to fill.

"but what xaden said earlier," and at the mention of the wingleader who posed the protection order of your brother, sentencing him to death you still and bodhi immediately detects the shift, moving closer to you on instinct. "we wouldn't be here if we didn't desperately need your help on this."

"and what more could you possibly need from me?" your voice threatens with a crack and bodhi's heart lurches in two. liam's death had hardened you in ways that you hadn't imagined; given you an edge to rival xaden riorson's as you climbed to the ranks of wingleader within no time. you didn't let yourself stop and breathe his life; that would only slow you down. instead his death existed as a weighted blanket that covered you in the nights you spent alone wishing it had been you taken instead, wishing if only you had been as quicker and stronger as you are now that you couldve gotten to him in time.

quickly the blame of your brothers death shifted to xaden to violet to you, and there was nothing you could do to make this easier.

"please," he whispers. he takes a lock of your blonde hair and wraps it around his fingers before tucking it behind your ear. "if there's any part of you willing to move on from the past then meet me in the garden. i'll be waiting for fifteen minutes," he murmurs softly. "there's no way we could do this without you."

he disappears into the corridor, his form in tandem with the creeping shadows and you turn to face the clock. each tick haunted you and if only you could just close your eyes and dream a little longer of home. of blue eyes and carefree laughter, of tyrrish walls and your younger sister sloane.

sloane, you breathe.

it would be a lie if you didn't admit that in the midst of wallowing in your own grief you momentarily forgot about your baby sister- who like you would be mourning alone. you didn't have liam but you swore you would die protecting her- the same mistake could not occur again.

stupid sloane, you breathe again fourteen minutes later as you step foot onto the soft willows of grass ready to speak to the boy who once held your heart and promised you eternity.

. . .

i think it's the right move, vaelith lulls your mind into serenity. she's always been a mother hen, comforting you and not letting you face the darkness alone. but if you would like me to, i would scorch the earth where each of them stand and banish them into an eternity of misery.

a soft snort escapes your lips and you wave her off, tempting, you whisper back along the bond. though, i think tonight is a night where i'll just have to be brave enough to face them before i decide to do anything rash.

you've always been brave, it's why i chose you, she chastises and your warm regard is cut short when you recognise the three figures immediately.

"she's not coming," you recognise the deep timbers of xaden riorson's voice first.

"she will," his cousin returns with a confident finality and the conversation immediately stops when they spot you in line of sight.

bodhi speaks first hesitantly as garrick offers a smile of truce. "hey," he starts up an echo of earlier nerves. it makes you soften realising youre not the only one on unfamiliar territory.

"hey," you nod at garrick in greeting too, purposefully ignoring the wingleader at the end.

"you came," bodhi takes a step closer to you.

"you called," your brows furrowing in confusion. "what is so important you need my help?" and the three of them stare at each other.

"when liam passed," bodhi swallows. "there were some journals he kept about runes. knowledge your mother would have passed."

" i see," you stare upwards into his soft chocolate eyes. you will yourself to stay as still as possible, grateful for the height he has on you that way the tears would not be able to escape your glistening eyes.

"only you would be able to decipher the meaning of it and locate the missing protection rune," he finishes. but you don't focus on the last sentence. you focus on the fact that liam having journals was not uncommon knowledge to you, you kept a few of them in secret after having to clear out his room months ago. journals from your mother? that was not what you were expecting.

"and where are these journals?" you ask with a deathly stillness.

"i have them," xaden riorson finally speaks up. "and you may see them if you wish."

"if i wish," you seethe immediately, fire bursting within your veins. "that is mairi property and i will fucking kill you if you do not return them to my bloodline." a casual shrug of defiance from xaden is all it takes before you're lunging for him, hand and dagger wrapped around his throat.

as if expecting you, xaden lets his shadows wrap around you in turn and lifts you away from him and into the air. your dagger clatters to the ground and you hear a stern "no" errupt from bodhi.

"xaden, if you don't put your fucking shadows away then i will," his voice is menacingly quiet that xaden raises a brow at his cousin.

you use the element of surprise whilst the two cousins are engaged in a silent combat and use your signet of harvesting to grow vines from the ground and wrap around the elder riorsons throat. its caught him off guard for sure and a smirk settles its way onto your lips as his shadows scramble and you fall to the ground with a satisfactory thud. he wheezes and the tan of his golden kissed skin borders a terrible blue before your vines vanish entirely.

fucking bodhi, you grumble. you turn to him, arms crossed unimpressed with his countering. "you never let me have any fucking fun," you mumble but his gaze does not waver from his cousin.

"she is not to be touched," he swears and its eerie how with no words he is able to get his point across within seconds. xaden touches at his throat and nods, taking a step closer to you.

except bodhi is quicker and stands in the middle of you two- a year ago you would have never imagined being nemeses with one of your best friends yet fate has a funny way of showing its cards.

"please," he whispers and its so desperate- so unlike him. begging was beneath xaden riorson, surely.

"violet thinks that the runs are the key to strengthening the wards and liam may have been able to locate one of them," he looks up to meet your eyes. "please, i'm begging you to help us."

"she shouldn't be expecting anything more from him- she already took his life," you shove a finger at his chest, except it doesnt meet xaden but stabs at bodhi in the middle instead. if it hurts him in any way, hes as stoic as a brick and refuses to show it.

"you keep punishing us and if that's what it takes for you to grieve then fine," he grits his teeth. "i am asking you nicely before it becomes an order."

" you're talking to a wingleader fuckass," you almost spit in his face. "there is no order."

"as duke to the tyrrish throne, i order you to do your part in protecting your people," his voice is stern as it is low, as if he could be any louder it would be all of your lives on the line.

you stumble over your words, heart skipping its usual steady rhythm and something in you stirrs. an order from the tyrrish throne, an order you cannot refuse. you're stunned into silence, a gentle fuck slipping onto your mind.

"liam died with honour, the least you could do is try to live with some," xaden bitterly commands and you meet his eyes.

"living with honour is not granting you two the mercy of death," you heave through shaky breaths. "if this is to be done, it is done on my terms," the silence of the bagsiath air swallows the four of you whole. "but i want it to be a known fact, my help is not because of any of you or that treacherous bitch," and xaden's brow arches in retaliation, ready to strike again but bodhi places a hand across his chest, willing you the silence to finish. "it is for liam and whatever i find, it is up to me on how we proceed."

"this is violet's plan," xaden emphasises, stubborness radiating from him.

"those are my terms," you don't grant him the grace of meeting his eyes but settle on the man in the middle of you two. "accept or deny whatever the fuck you want, it's not me who needs any of you."

bodhi tenses at the last sentence but somberly nods. he shares a look with his cousin and best friend before settling on you again for a lot longer than the moment needed.

"we accept your terms."

"all of them?"

"all of them," he swears and you bid him a nod farewell before you disappear back to your safe haven of loneliness where the memories of your younger brother and sister carry you whole.

note: idk how many parts this will be im thinking maybe four ?????? but lowk was inspired by that clip from monkey man where kid and sita are both bloodied and she hands him something and just for a second their hands almost touch and THE YEARNING!!! the yearning my god anyways hope u enjoy 💘

[thexsilentxwordsmith]

Simon Ghost Riley x F!Reader

Getting so worked up during a celebration for Price's birthday that Simon has to take you in the bathroom of the bar you are both at just so you'll calm down

"Just couldn't fuckin' wait till we got back, yeah baby?" Simon growls in your ear with his warm breath, lips close to the side of your head as you both stand cramped inside that tiny bathroom stall as he desperately works your cunt with his fingers. "My fuckin' needy little kitten, shit you're just grinding away on my thick fuckin' fingers, aren't ya? Needed it that bad?"

It wasn't your fault honestly, he knew what the liquor did to your libido and yet he let you have shot after shot to keep pace with the boys...I mean it was a celebration after all, but still.

If he didn't want to be knuckles deep between your petals he should have pulled the reigns long ago...and yet maybe this was what he wanted in the first place. It wasn't like he was dismissing your discrete advances all night, even taking you by the hand to the dingy bar bathroom himself.

Price's birthday wasn't always able to be celebrated, work did have to come first unfortunately, but it just so happened that everything fell into place this year and so the entire group gathered in the local bar to let go and have fun.

And here you were with Simon having you own extra bit of fun, though this one wasn't for sharing...

Using your bandana that you had worn in your hair tonight as makeshift cuffs, Simon had your hands tied behind your head so that you wouldn't be tempted to stop the work his fingers were currently doing down below to get you off.

It had to be quick and distractions wouldn't help.

"Sorry, baby," you whimpered, mouth agape as heavy breaths exited your lips. "Just fucking need you so bad sometimes I can't see straight. And you are just looking so good tonight...was having trouble not just riding you at the table."

Oh he was absolutely gonna give you hell for it, but there was no doubt that he loved every fucking second of just how needy you could get for him. Just hearing that lilting whine in your voice, begging and pleading with him to take you in any way, shape, or form he could sent him up the goddamn wall.

"They probably all know what we're doin' in here, ya know that sweetheart," he said, thick accent making your skin tingle and your clit throb. "They're probably chucklin' under their breaths about how we weren't slick at all, breakin' away from the group like that. I bet they're whisperin' about how you're fuckin' just takin' it all, whatever I give ya."

You shook your head, eyes closed as he slipped another large finger into your already soaked panties and up into your core. "Don't care," you breathed, "even if they call me a whore, they better put your name in front of it and I won't deny it."

The plan was just to get you off quick so that you could finish out the night with the gang and then take you back later to his to do you proper, but fuck the way his cock was straining against the fabric of his jeans that wasn't gonna be enough.

"F-fuck baby, why do you always feel so fucking good?" you again whimpered quietly, so far gone between the booze and your lovers fingers that sanity had left you completely.

You were just so fucking wet, looking so goddamn voluptuous with all those juicy curves, saying all the right things to make him fall apart. As much as he tried to stay sane, it wasn't working, so change of plans...otherwise he was gonna be a fucking mess and that just wouldn't do.

That's how it always went, didn't it? He should've known he could keep himself out of you; not even if he tried.

"Ya want me inside ya?" Simon asked hurriedly out of the blue, as if he didn't already know the answer, and instantly your eyes shot open as your heart nearly burst from your chest.

"God, yes," you answered without hesitation. "Please Simon, fill me to the brim..."

A quick scramble to undo his pants, buckle jingling and denim rubbing against itself as he shimmied the damned things down enough to release himself, his cock already hard and pulsating, needing to enter you now.

Using the toilet paper dispenser as a makeshift ledge, Simon picked you up and set you on it with a prayer that it would stay bolted to the stall wall long enough the he could get you both off before it broke. He hated that any part of you had to touch anything in here, who the fuck knew how clean it was, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Your thighs instantly locked around his hips as you waited for him to align the head of his cock with your entrance. "Gotta make this quick" he groaned, the head of his member slipping itself through your petals.

And there it was, the initial thrust that always split you open as you took every inch inside until he ran out of inches to give. Christ, how fucking amazing it was to be so full of him; that fucking girth was more than enough.

"G-god-d-damn," he choked out, his hands digging harshly into your hips as he clung on for dear life, trying to not cum so fast. "Your gonna be the fuckin' death of me sweetheart."

You were already soaked and he had no trouble slamming into you over and over again, his pace quick and intense as at any moment someone could come walking through the door and hear you two going at it like a couple of teenagers, screwing wherever the mood struck.

Over and over his cock thrust into your core, the wet sounds of skin slapping against one another music to his ears that only fueled his passions further. You were a dream, a fucking vision of lustful beauty, and the way you felt only matched.

What was he supposed to do, not be obsessed? Fuck that, you were the best goddamn thing to happen to the manky bastard and it made him absolutely crazy about you.

Shit the pressure felt divine as the angle of his penetration made certain to engage your sensitive clit as well. Mix that with the tingling in your limbs from the alcohol and you were already dancing dangerously close to the edge of your orgasm.

"Yes, y-yes," you repeated in increasing volume, breasts bouncing up and down against his chest as he pounded into you.

"That's it sweetheart," he praised, "come on. Let go for me baby."

The wall of the stall shaking, the creak of the paper dispenser beneath you, the relentless place of Simon's hips snapping against yours was all to much.

"Cum with me," you begged.

"I'm already there luv," he replied quickly, "just let go. Come on pretty girl, come on."

In and out, in and out of your tight cunt a few more times, his abs clenching as Simon's own orgasm popped off and you were gone, crying out as your body shook from the release of pressure like a least in the wind.

Shit you saw fucking stars with that one.

As you both rode out the end of your pleasure together, that's when you heard the door open and a pair of heavy booted footsteps cross the floor. Simon's large palm cupped over the entirety of your mouth to stifle the last of your orgasmic moans, his cock still buried within you as whoever it was went about their business, taking a piss as was evident by the sound.

The urinal flushed after a few moments, followed by footsteps to the sink. A quick wash and the both of you thought the coast would soon be clear and you'd be able to finish up and head out.

"Be sure and come back to join us when your done, yeah?" the voice of your captain sounded through the tiny room; you'd been caught red handed. "Would hate to see you two leave early...again."

Well fuck, guess the cat was out of the bag now. Simon chuckled as he leaned in and gave you a kiss as the door to the bathroom shut, leaving you two alone in silence again.

"Oops," Simon whispered against your lips before he planted another heavy, greedy kiss to them, "too bad I'm not sorry."

[heartfullofleeches]

Maybe a better idea..... Farmer Flemish giant rabbit Yan catches Foxboy reader, but gives reader the choice that if he becomes the yans malewife he can live.

(That was the plan to some extent in the long run, but the chase is fun, no? Regardless, here's a blurb of the two lovebirds)

Male Flemish Rabbit Yan + Foxboy Reader

Warnings: Imprisonment, kidnapping. Reader's pronouns are not mentioned, but they are thought of as male. The term Wife is used.

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That bastard....

"Let me out! Let. Me. Out!"

Rearing your legs as far back as the tight space would grant, your knees bump into your chest as you kick out. Metal grates dig at your arms with every slight turn and jostle of your body. Dirt and moulted feathers mat your fur, yet there isn't any poultry in sight for you to feast and console yourself upon.

Damn it... You knew it was too good to be true. That farmer was a fool, but a watchful and cautious one at that. He'd never leave the door to his pens open unless he was sick or injured. Maybe part of you had prayed that he was. Wrong as it may be to wish ill on someone making a living for himself, you were just trying to survive too.

"Let me out.... please.." Your voice wavers as the pains of hunger and stress exhaust what little strength you have left. Your balled fists slap pathetically against the metal cages as tears well in your eyes, daring to spill. You won't let them. You won't let him win.

"I said...GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

The gravel outside your wooden prison shifts.

"In due time, Love. We've got a deal to make first."

Dread consumes the emptiness in your stomach, pinning your limbs to the dirt covered floor as he at sinks to his knees. Your knees curl into your chest once more, body and mind subconsciously making yourself smaller as his larger figure draws into view - blocking your sight of the forest beyond his land. Your home. You don't even realize your crying till his fingers brush the wetness from your cheek. You have half a mind to bite them off as they get stuck between the grates.

You snarl- "If you wanted me gone you could've asked..."

The farmer presses a strong hand to his mouth, suppressing a laugh. "If I wanted ya gone, I would'a taken the sheriff's generous offer of a shotgun the last time I had him over. You know how he is about outsiders."

The bite in your stare remains - still, your legs quiver at the mention. "You aren't going to turn me over to him, are you?

He can't. The farmer is lenient towards your crimes, but that man.. That rabbit... He'll have you hanging from the town hall by nightfall.

"Please... I'll...I'll do anything...I'll work off my debt day and night, I-"

"Sweetheart...." The farmer rest a hand on the steel wall of the coop, gently petting its bars as he would your fuzzy little head once you agreed to be his. "It's okay. Nobody's gonna hurt you or make you do any hard labor."

"Then-" Your cracked tongue wets your splitting lips. "What do you want from me?"

The farmer cranes his head, meeting you eye to eye. The bags beneath his eyes seemed heavier than usual. How long had been out here waiting for you to return?"

"Cute little fox like yourself shouldn't be out here scrounging around for scraps or the occasional unattended hen. You should have a roof over your head, a comfy bed, all the food you could ever want."

What's he going on about? Another trap?... "If I'm not going to work for it... How does this deal benefit you?"

"I want you to be my wife."

"Wha?!- Ouch!-" Your head shoots up, ramming into the low hanging support beams. "Are you crazy?"

The farmer lets a chuckle slip. "Heh, I'd have to have lost my mind not falling for ya. Think about it this way, Sweetheart. You come home with me and I fill that belly of yours full of food. Or I call up the sheriff and he fills it with lead. Your choice."

Your howling stomach betrays any fight you have remaining. You don't have many options in this scenario. Push come to shove, you could possibly make your escape in the dead of night when he least expects it - taking as many of his hens as your arms could carry.

"Okay... I'll.. be your wife."

"Smart fox." The farmer stands - rounding the corner to the front of the henhouse. He lifts the wooden board that had fallen into place as you crawling inside hours ago. Your legs are too cramped and spent from all that kicking to fight him as he pulls you out by your tail and into his well built arms. The farmer presses his nose to your face, nuzzling your cheek as he walks off towards his home - carrying you bridal style.

"Welcome home, Hun."

[aboutchriss]

Bed bugs

Pairing: Idol! Chan x fem! reader

Genre: smut, fluff, maybe crack idk

Warnings: slight choking (just a hand on the neck, nothing more) (f! receiving), dry humping, oral sex (m! receiving), make-out session, cuddles, mention of Chan's room.

Author notes: when I first started writing "Physiotherapy and Coconut Oil" back at the beginning of October, I was convinced to write it as fluff, mainly because I can't write smut; after a couple of weeks, I left it in my drafts, and leave it there till the first two weeks of December, I was under heavy medication bc I had a painful surgery on my foot, and the only thing that helped to go through insomnia caused by the pain was writing that story, I wrote and wrote day and night, and it helped so so much, that's why I was shocked when @ardef38 asked for a pt 2, so here you go love, I hope you like it.

(Kinda proof read, it’s 1:40 am as I’m ’reading’ this so, be patient I’ll correct any mistakes later)

Fun fact: I do really ride motorcycles since I was 17 (and yes I may be reckless).

Word count: +4k (I got carried away I’m sorry)

Thank you so much, I really, really appreciate all the feedback, I love you all.🩷

Sincerely Glo

As always, requests are open!

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I'm so insecure about my English. As I said, it's not my first language, and I'm always scared to make mistakes or stuff like that. So, if you find mistakes, please let me know. I'll be thankful, and my English will improve!

-✉️

Part one is here

"Stop moving. I'm trying to sleep."

he mumbles on your back

"I can't, I'm sorry."

You mumble

"Why? What is happening, baby?"

he asks, hugging you tighter

"Uhm, I'm sorry my insomnia is bothering me, I-i don't know why."

"What can I do for you? A cup of tea? cuddles?"

he asks

"I don't know either, honestly, usually I stay in bed and stare at the ceiling."

"It's a common thing?"

he whispers, almost like he doesn't want to be heard by someone

"What? That I can't sleep? Oh yeah, definitely.”

you say, turning yourself towards him

"Mh"

"You should be tired, you know that? after a full day of work and after what we did."

he says

"I know, Channie, but my brain can't shut down."

"I have an idea."

he says, hugging you tighter, your head on his chest with his hand between your hair

"What?"

you ask, looking at him

"Shhhh, just close your eyes and relax, okay?"

"Mh, okay. I doubt that whatever you're about to do, you'll make me fall asleep."

"Shshhh"

close your eyes

go to sleep

know my love is all around

dream in peace

when you wake

you will know I'm still with you

He repeats the verse over and over until you don't hear him anymore.

You know that you fall asleep because of his voice and the lullaby that he was singing, and the way he was stroking your hair gently, but mostly because he's warm; one time, someone said that he's like the feeling of walking in a warm room after spending the whole day out in the cold. It's true he really is like that domestic feeling.

"Good morning, ray of sunshine. How did you sleep?"

he asks you when you walk into your kitchen

"Oh, good morning. I thought you were already gone and good. I don't know which magic you've put in your cuddles and voice, but I haven’t slept like this in months."

you say

"Gone? No, I had to make you breakfast since I've slept over and used your bathroom to shower. I also used your body wash. Now I know why you smell so good."

he says while working on something at the stove

"That's why the bottle is half empty."

you giggle, hugging him from behind

"I'm sorry. I'll rebuy it for you."

he says

"Ya, it's okay, you don't have to. you smell like me now,"

"Yep, and trust me, I love it."

he says

"Yeah?"

"Mhmm"

"Aaah, you're warm, Channie it's freezing today even if it's mid-summer."

you say, hugging him from behind

"It has rained all night, we didn't notice because we were...umh...busy."

he says, turning towards you

"Busy...yeah...Chan, oh my god, it was...did I do these?"

you ask, touching his neck and chest

"No, no, it was a bed bug."

"Ehi -you slap his chest- I-god, I'm sorry."

"Yeah, me too. we got carried away, didn't we?"

he says, touching your neck and making you shiver

"Definitely, but I'm going to be honest I don't mind it and I don’t regret it.”

you say, smiling and kissing him on his naked chest

"Chan...-you say, sniffing around- something is burning."

"NO THE PANCAKES!"

he quickly turns towards the stove, swearing and mumbling against the burnt cakes

"Fuck, i-i wanted to make you breakfast."

he pouts, looking at the burnt pancakes

"It's okay, Channie -you giggle- thing like this happens when you're distracted."

"So you're saying that is your fault?"

he asks, looking at you, one of his dimples popping out

"Yeah, definitely."

you laugh

"Okay, put something on. I'll buy you breakfast."

"No."

you say

"Yes."

he says

"No."

"Yes."

"I said no."

"And I said yes."

"Channie, you don't have to"

"But I want to"

he says

"But-ugh, what if people see us around."

you say

"You're part of the staff, and we can go to the JYP cafeteria, the one inside the building."

"Mh, okay, but with one condition."

"Which one?"

he asks

a smirk appears on your face

"I don't like that smile."

he says

"I'll take you to the building with my motorcycle."

"You-you can ride?"

he asks

"yeah, I thought you liked it when I did it on your-"

"Shsh, don't-shut up, okay, okay."

he says, covering your mouth with one of his hands

"You're not reckless, aren't you?"

he asks with a worried tone

"Me? Reckless? absolutely not."

you smile

"That smile...I don't trust you."

"Not my business, Channie."

10 minutes later, you are in the elevator, and funny to say, but both of you choose a black hoodie (mostly because you have to cover your hickeys and not to catch a cold since the air is fresher)

"You copied my outfit."

you say, looking at him

"Do it look like I'm wearing Doc Martens and leggings?"

he asks, looking at you

"No, even if you would look good in leggings, but your outfit is total black, just like mine."

"I always dress like this."

“I aLwAyS dReSs LiKe ThIs”

You mock him

“It’s true, my whole wardrobe is black.”

"Yeah, but you still copied my outfit."

you smile, walking outside the elevator, Chan being by your side

"Jagiya.."

he says

"Mh?"

you say, not paying attention to the feeling that you felt in your stomach after that nickname

"I'm scared."

he says, looking at his feet

"About..?"

you say opening your garage door

"I've never been on a motorcycle."

he says shyly

"It's okay, Channie. There is a first time for everything. I'm going to explain everything, okay?"

"You-fuck, you can drive this thing?"

he asks

"Yeah, she's my baby."

"Baby? it's huge, how can you manage to drive this?"

you shrug your shoulders, looking at him

"I just do it, just trust me okay?"

"I do trust you."

he says

"Yeah?"

you ask, looking at him, and he simply nods

"Okay, big boy, put this on."

you say, giving him one of your motorcycle jackets

"I hope it fits; one of my friends gifted it to me, but she took three sizes bigger than mine, and I couldn't return it."

"It's a little bit tight on my shoulders."

he says, closing the zip

"It fits perfectly; you have protections, so it has to be tight."

you say, zipping your protective jacket

"It's weird. I'm not used to tight things."

he says, putting his backpack on his shoulders again

"Now, move, I have to take the motorcycle out of the garage. Can you grab the two helmets there? and when you're out, close the door, please."

you say, pointing at a wood cabinet. You press the clutch and move backward with the motorcycle; when the bike is in the correct position, you press down the stand.

"Okay, give me these."

you say, taking the helmets from his hands

"I'm going to put the helmets on you, okay, and I'll explain everything."

you say, putting the helmet on him. You do the same with yours

"Does it feel loose?"

you ask

"No, it's perfect."

you can see him smiling even if half of his face is covered

"And now -you press the inter-phone button- can you hear me?"

"Oh yeah, it's like you're inside my head."

he giggles

you turn on your bike, leaving her roar

"Damn, it's loud."

he giggles

"Okay, so -you say, straddling the motorcycle pushing the stand up with your foot- use that thing to get on and sit here."

you say, patting on the small sitting place for him

"Are you sure you can-?"

he asks

"Yes, trust me, Chan, I've been riding since I was 17."

you smile at him

he sits behind you, getting more comfortable once the bike is stable

"See? You won't fall; both of my feet are on the ground."

"Keep your feet there when we're on the road, don't put them on the ground at a red light or a stop sign. You have to put your arms around me tight or on the tank, especially when I brake; you'll feel it, so don't worry. When we take a turn, you have to follow me with your body. You're basically my shadow, or even better, my backpack, so follow every movement I make, okay?"

you say

"Yep"

"Now, arms around me."

you say, waiting for his arms

"Hold on tight."

you say before pressing the clutch with your left and putting the first gear with your left foot

"Here we goooo."

you say

"Oh my god, we're moving, ahah wow."

"Hold on tight, Channie."

you say, patting on his hands

"That's-wow, oh my god."

"You want me to go faster?"

you say once you're on the road

"Fuck yes"

he says

and you do as he said. You accelerate and shift gear; the sun has been out for hours, so the road is dry now.

"How does it feel?"

you ask him

"It's like, I don't know how to explain it."

"Freedom?"

you suggest

"Yeah, yes, that's the right word."

he says

"That's why you do it? I mean, that's why you drive?"

you hear his voice through the inter-phone, and you simply nod.

"Can you go faster? I wanna feel free."

he says

"Of course."

you giggle, and you shift once again the gear, the two of you speeding in the streets of Seoul, zig-zagging between the buses, cars, and taxis

"Oh my gooood, too fast, too fast"

he almost screams

"Ahahah, just hold onto me, and you'll be fine, Channie. Trust me."

the grip of his arms around your waist getting tighter

"You're crazy."

he says

"I know"

"And reckless, and oh my god, I want to do this every day."

he says

"I know -you laugh- should I pick you up tomorrow?"

"Oh, I—I'm not that brave. God, you have a big pair of balls to drive a thing like this. I could never."

"Oh, you could, and you would look so hot in one of these, with a compression shirt on-ush what a vision."

you say

"Are you fantasizing about me?"

he asks

"I mean, yeah, you as a biker? damn, Christopher, I would be on my knees."

you say, teasing him

"You were on your knees for me yesterday, and definitely, I'm not a biker."

he says, teasing you back

"I- you- uh- I hate you."

you say

"Yeah, yeah, it was clear with all the 'oh, ah' that you were whimpering against my ear last night."

he says, placing one of his hands on your thighs

"Oh-you-shut up"

you say, glad that he can't see the color of your cheeks

"Here we are person that I absolutely hate, and it's banned from my house."

you say braking and turning off the motorcycle once you're in the proper park

"Oh c'mon, I was joking -he says, taking off his helmet- I'll never mention cute whimpers again."

he pouts

"Shhh, are you crazy talking about this here?"

"Right, 'm sorry, where do I put this?"

he asks, lifting his helmet

"Oh, just bring it with you."

you say

"So...umh, breakfast?"

he asks, breaking the silence between the two of you

"Yeah, breakfast."

you sigh, looking at him, his hair messed up because of the helmet

"Ladies first"

he says, opening the front door of the building for you

"Oh, what a gentleman."

you say, walking toward the elevator, bowing to the person who just stepped out of the elevator

"Yeah, gentleman."

he mumbles, pressing the number three, and once the elevator doors closed, you talk

"What you're mumbling about?"

you look at him

"Nothing"

"Chan, c'mon, you can't do this after what we did."

"I'm -he sighs- I let you go first to look at your ass in those stupid leggings, so I'm not a gentleman."

he crosses his arms

"Oh, well, I'll make sure to put them more often."

you say, shrugging your shoulders

"You're not mad?"

he asks

"that you look at my ass when you can? No. You literally saw me naked, so that's nothing of this -you point at your whole body- that you haven't seen."

"Mh, good to know."

he smirks, and once the lift doors open, he goes

"Ladies first, of course."

he winks at you and you can do nothing but laugh at him.

after a couple of minutes of indecision, his indecision actually, he brings to the table two tall cups of cappuccino and a piece of cake for him

"You sure that you don't want a bite?"

he asks, offering you a piece of pie

"Hundred percent Chan"

you smile at him

"Do you have to work today?"

he asks

"Uhm... no, I don't think so, actually. I'm here just for breakfast—you giggle—why?"

"I have to meet with Han and Binnie for some fixes on a new song and do the usual Sunday live, so...would you mind coming with me?"

"I- you- you want me in your studio?"

"Yes"

"The one where no one is allowed?"

"Mhmm"

he nods, sipping on his cappuccino

"The one where the darker aura Christopher works?"

"Yes, that one."

"Mh, okay, if you... don't mind having me there."

you shrug your shoulders

"I don't mind it. You have a relaxing effect on me."

he says

"Interesting"

you say, sipping on your coffee

"The boys are already there. Should we go?"

"I follow you, mister dark aura."

"Oh, shut up."

he says, looking at you

"Hello everyone"

he says, entering in the studio

"Hi Hyung"

the bandmates say at the same time

"Oh, y/n? Hi, what are you doing here?"

"I-uh, I saw him in the middle of the street, he was like an abandoned puppy."

"Hey"

he says, sitting down in his working chair

"So I offered him a ride on my motorbike, and to pay me back, he offered me breakfast."

you laugh nervously

"You ride a motorcycle?"

changbin asks

"Yes? why does everybody find this weird."

you say

"I don't know, you don't look like someone who rides a motorcycle."

Binnie says

"But I am."

you laugh, sitting on the couch in the studio

The three men start working on the new song. You're not paying too much attention because

1. you're too distracted by the way Chan gets so severe when he's at work, so bossy but at the same time gentle with his members

2. you're working too, on your phone, but you're working, planning all the appointments with the members and the artists of JYP

"Oh, looks like someone had fun last night."

you hear Han's voice, and you're head snaps toward his direction so fast that you hear a crack in your neck

"Yeah, you weren't home last night. Where were you last night, Chan?"

Changbin says

then you notice that Chan took off his hoodie, revealing all the hickeys and bite marks on his neck

"What?"

he asks, looking at them

"Your neck Chan, what the fuck? What did you do?"

Han asks

"Uh, bed bugs."

he says, typing and clicking on his computer, not paying too much attention to them

"Yeah, a big one."

Han says

"One with human teeth"

Changbin laughs

"Oh shut up, the two of you."

Chan says, his cheeks turning pink

"Who is she?"

asks the two gossipy men

"No one, it was a bed bug."

he says once again

"Do you know anything about this?"

Changbin asks, and both of them turn toward you

"Uh, bed bugs are big these days."

you shrug your shoulders

"Mh, yeah."

they look at each other with a smirk

after a couple of minutes, they stopped asking about his marks and focused again on their work, recording some chorus, laughing when someone went out of tune, and listening over and over again at the song till it was perfect

"Aaaaand we're done."

Chan says, stretching up his arms in the air and clapping at the work of 3racha

"Aaaagh, I'm hungry."

Changbin says

"Me too."

Han says

"Hyung, y/n wanna join us for lunch?"

"Oh no, I must go now, maybe next time."

you smile at them

"I have to do the live so."

chan says

"Oh, okay."

they say

"Bye Hyung, Y/N see you on Tuesday."

Han says

"Bye guys, see you."

you smile

"Hyung, see you at the dorm and make sure to eat, or you get nervous, little bed bug…See you on Tuesday."

Binnie says, smiling at you and closing the door behind his back

"HOW THE FUCK DID HE?"

you say, covering your face with your hands

"He's not stupid."

Chan says

"But don't worry, they won't spill anything to anyone, that's for sure."

he gets up from his chair, locks the door of the studio, and walks toward you

"Ugh, are you sure?"

you ask, your voice muffled by your hands

"Yes, I trust them with my whole life. They're nosy, I know, but we have a rule: what happens or what we say in the studio stays in the studio."

He says, sitting next to you.

"Are you sure? I- I loved hat we did, and I love our bond, but I don't want to lose my job, Chan, I've worked so hard to be here, and I don't want to ruin everything because I had sex with you."

you say, looking at him

"Ouch"

he says

"No, no, I don't want you to think that I'm using you because I'm not okay? I loved our friendship way before what happened last night."

"I get what you're saying, y/n, don't worry, it's just that you're...I don't know…after what we did, I don't know what are we? friends? Best friends? friends with benefits?"

he looks at you

"Friends with..."

"Benefits, you know, two friends that have sex occasionally but remain friends."

"Yeah, Chan, I know what friends with benefits are."

"So?"

"What?"

you ask

"Friends with benefits? it will be our dirty little secret."

he says

"Mh, friends with benefits"

you nod

"Let's start this thing from now, yeah?"

he says, pulling your face towards him

"Yes, fuck yes."

you say, breaking the distance between the two of you, kissing his plumped lips again

"The door is locked, and we have about thirty minutes."

he says between the kisses

"Ugh, not enough time."

you say, pulling back from him

"We can go back to my place after the live, yeah?"

he nods, kissing your lips again, more roughly this time. You shift your position, straddling him, your legs on the side of his thighs

"It's not-that simple to- touch you with these stupid- mhpf yoga pants."

he says, kissing your lips

"You said that you loved them."

you say

"Yeah, and now I hate them; I can't touch you properly, which frustrates me."

He says, pulling you closer to him. You can feel his bulge against your clit

"It's okay, we don't need to take our pants off."

you say, smiling at him

"What- why? c'mon, I wanna see that pretty pussy of yours."

he says, frustrated, leaving his head against the headrest of the couch

"Mh, not now."

you say, starting to grind on his hard bulge

"Oh shit, what- do it again, please,"

he says, placing his hands on your hips, guiding you back and forth against him. You kiss gently his neck, trying not to bite him or suck his soft skin because his neck is already a mess.

"You- god"

he tries to say, one of his hands traveling around your body, grabbing one of your breasts under the hoodie

"Uh? you're not wearing a bra?"

he says

"Nope, free the nipples, Christopher."

You laugh while looking at him, poor guy, he looks desperate

"Fuck, full access all this time? Why didn’t you tell me? God, y/n, you're going to drive me crazy."

he says, kissing your lips. You laugh in his lips and keep grinding on his hard cock

"Please take your hoodie off, I want- at least I want to see your boobs."

"Uhm, so needy, aren't you?"

you ask, and he simply nods

you take off your hoodie, shivering, not because you're cold, no it's way too hot in the room, but because of the way that he looks at you; it looks like he wants you to eat you alive, literally. He licks his lips, looking at your boobs at then looking at your face, his eyes jumping between your two twins and your eyes

"What?"

you ask, looking at him, moving a clump of hair from his face

"I want to suck them."

he simply says

"Then do it. Don't be shy, Christopher."

"Oh, don't call me like that."

he says, looking at you, his eyes darkened

"I know that you like it, just admitted."

you whisper to his ear

"Mphf, if you don't stop grinding on me, I'll cum in my pants."

he says

"And? there's no shame in cumming in your pants, I love to see you so desp-shit"

you say, trying to find any other word to say, but your brain is short-circuiting, his tongue is moving around one of your breasts, sucking on the nipple, while with one hand, he pays attention to the other one

"I wanna live here."

he says, sucking and biting your nipple

"Mhpf, in the studio?"

you tease him even if you know what he meant

"Mh -he breaks off the contact between his mouth and your breast- between your boobs, I want to live here, they're-fuck, they're like a warm marshmallows."

you laugh

"I'm dead serious, y/n"

he looks at you so seriously that you have to cover your mouth not to laugh. You kiss his lips, making him smile

"You're going to be late, so let me do something for you, yeah?"

you say, shifting position and getting on your knees in front of him

"Oh fuck"

he says, pulling his pants down, revealing his hard dick

"You're going to drive me crazy, you know that?"

he says, caressing your face

"That's the point, Christopher."

you say, kissing one of his naked thighs

"Please, jagiya, please."

he says in a desperate tone. That nickname again, heavy like a rock on your chest, just friends with benefits, correct?

So you do what a good friend would do, you take his boner with your hands, stroking him up and down a couple of times, licking the tip, focusing on that particular sensitive part, making him whimper.

You take all of him in your mouth, breathing through your nose; you look up at him, his head on the headrest, his eyes closed, enjoying every moment, one of his hands in your hair, scratching your scalp gently.

You keep working with your mouth and tongue, adding once again your dominant hand, just because you can't take all of him in your mouth.

"Jagi...fuck."

"Uh, language, please."

you say, taking him out of your mouth without stopping working with your hand.

"How am I supposed not to say bad words when you're on your knees sucking me off?"

he asks, looking down at you

"You're dramatic."

you say, retaking him in your mouth, you know that he's about to cum because he's throbbing in your mouth

"Baby, i'm-i'm about to."

he can't even finish the sentence that a load of fluid goes into your mouth, you swallow it all the way.

You clean the corner of your mouth with your fingers and stay on your knees, looking up at him with a stupid smile on your face.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

He says, pulling his pants up

“I’m not looking at you in any particular way.”

“Yes, you are, come here.”

He says, patting the place next to him

“Thank you”

He says when you sit next to him

“You don’t have to thank me, Channie.”

“I have to, I told you that you have a relaxing effect on me. And I’m talking generally, not when we...do other stuff, you know, even when we do them, but..."

“I get what you’re saying, Channie.”

You giggle

“Aagh, come here.”

He says, placing a hand on your neck and pulling towards him

“No, wait, I’ve just…”

“I don’t care, y/n, just kiss me, please.”

You sigh, and you kiss his lips, it’s a quick kiss, almost as if you did it every day

“You’re going to be late.”

You say, touching his forehead with yours

“I know, but I have to do it, it’s a safe space for me, and stays.”

“I know”

You say, pecking his lips once again

“I’m in my studio, I wait for you there, okay?”

You say, putting your hoodie on

“Mh, okay, thank you y/n, really.”

He says, kissing your cheek

“That’s what a good friend would do.”

You smile at him

“Yeah, good friend.”

He echos you

“Bye, bed bug.”

He says when you unlock the door

“Bye, Channie -you giggle at the nickname- don’t forget to put your hoodie on.”

“I won’t, thank you.”

He says, smiling, dimples on full display

Good friends, right?

A friend that has marked you all over your body

A friend you would go to live with just to have breakfast ready every morning

A friend that makes you feel butterflies,

A friend that fucks you till your brain short-circuit

A friend who makes you fall asleep while singing and cuddling

Maybe he’s more than “A friend”

A/N: me after writing this 🏃🏻‍♀️💨

Tag list: @paboswriting (because of the mention of biker Chan, we have an obsession about him)

[schemmentisimpasours]

Chapter 2: Choosing Mr. Robinson

Summary: Melissa has to deal with the fact that you walked away because of her.

TW: Mentions of some religious guilt

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(How did y'all turn a one-shot into a 4/5 part series? I don't mind but damn.)

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Determined to figure out what happened Melissa cornered Barb in her classroom while she was picking up to leave for the day, “Why she leave Abbott?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Barb said reaching for her purse.

“I heard yous talking about me yesterday,” Melissa said crossing her arms, “I'm a big girl just tell me what happened. Was it cause of me?”

Melissa thought she was prepared for the answer but when a curt yes came from her work wife she could feel her heart snapping into two. She should have opened that damn door. Should have told you how she felt but instead she had gone to him. Why had she gone to him? 

“Can you get out of the door and let me go home please? It has been a hard day,” Barbara said tears welling in her eyes again.

“Listen I know yous was close. She was like a daughter to ya. I just want to explain,” Melissa begged as her voice cracked on her last word, “Please.”

Barb sat on top of her desk and nodded at Melissa to start. She was too good of a person to not let her best friend explain herself. She could see how much it was tearing the red head apart.

“We were at the conference and I… I was so sick of looking at Y/N and wondering what if. What if just this once I did something that scared me. If I let myself feel these emotions I was suppressing. Let myself be loved” Melissa said her voice quavering, “So I kissed her. Right at the bar so maybe I could explain to myself when it didn't work it was because we had been drinking.”

Barbara tsked but Melissa continued, “I wasn't drunk. Not even close. I bought a drink sure but I didn't take a sip. I took her to my room and we had sex. She went to leave when we were done and I couldn't… i couldn't let her go. So she stayed. That next morning I watched her wake up and rationalized to myself that it would just be for the weekend and when we came back my little appetite for her would be Satisfied.”

“That sunday morning as she laid asleep in my arms I told her I loved her. She didn't hear me. I'm sure of it. But the admission scared the fuck out of me I ran out the room and never looked back,” Melissa said tears falling down her face but she made no effortt to wipe them away, “I grew up my whole life think I would go to hell for being gay.. that I was wrong.I looked down at the woman I loved and felt dirty.”

“Now wait a damn minute, that isn't true sweetheart. God loves all his children. There is nothing wrong with being gay, lesbian, transgender, nonbinary, anything,” Barbara soothed reaching out for Melissa.

This only made Melissa cried more as she hugged her friend, “Never thought yous say that stuff.”

Barbara’s tone got serious, “I may be religious but that doesn't mean I have to be a monster. People who don't believe in love and expression of individuality are scum of the earth. But sweetheart you really hurt Y/N with everything you did. Even if I told you where she was I don't know if you can fix this. You chose Captain Robinson.”

“What a choice that was he yelled at me for my black eye. Saying I should have waited for the police. That I shouldn't be carrrying around my bat. Like I need a man in my life to fix everything,” She said angrily, “I'm so stupid Barb.”

“Well you have never been one to take a man’s advice. So I don't think you should take his,” Barb soothed, “Now what are you going to do about this mess you got yourself in?

“I don't know,” Melissa responded crying again, “I don't have the slightest clue.”

Her work wife reached for hand and held it till Melissa had calmed again, “I believe in you dear. You will do what is right.”

As Barb finally left and Melissa was left picking up her classroom she didn't even know what the right thing was anymore. All the overthinking had a migraine forming and she sorted through her desk to find medicine when she found a purple sticky note. 

When Melissa had been given to classrooms for one year you had left her notes every morning in random spots giving her small inspirational quotes to help her through. Always with a purple sticky note and you never once revealed where you had put them. Melissa could have sworn she found them all and honestly had been a little sad when you had stopped writing them out for her. That had been shortly after she had ignored your time together at the conference so she added it to her list of failures as she read your words.

Melissa, I'm scared as hell to want you as much as I do. But I am here, wanting you anyways. And I know people are temporary but I hope every night that this will be permanent.

Wet circles formed on the small note as Melissa cried over it. The love of her life had wanted her as much as she had. Had begged her to stay. And Melissa had let them slip away. Pushed them towards the door. 

It was through these tears that Melissa had her idea. She was gonna show up. Anyway she could until she could prove that she wouldn't leave.. and right now the only way to do that was to send a text. Every day till she could find you. 

Before she could regret her decision she sent the first one: You could never be temporary in my life. I am sorry that I have hurt you. I will spend my life trying to make up for my mistake.

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[wileys-russo]

Loved the Grace fic. Wondering if you could maybe do one where she has a secret girlfriend that doesn’t play football. And the team are trying to set her up not realizing that she has a girlfriend and then at one of her matches grace runs up to reader and that’s how the team finds out.

Something like that x

you never asked II g.clinton

"gracie just one date mate! you'll love her." millie slung an arm over the younger girls shoulder who rolled her eyes and shrugged her off. "just one?" grace squinted as the sun rose a little higher and the two arrived to the pitch for training.

"yes! just one." millie assured as the midfielder sighed. "alright, fine." grace shrugged as millies face lit up. "really?" the defender beamed.

"no ya idiot, i'll tell you the same thing i tell everyone. i don't need help findin a girlfriend!" grace rolled her eyes, saved by the whistle blowing signally training was about to start.

that didn't stop a barrage of the girls all trying to sweet talk her into meeting their 'friend' that grace would 'get on with like a house on fire' because she 'had soo much in common with them its like fate'.

she'd heard it all for weeks now, dismissing every little attempt with a firm shake of her head, abandoning conversation after conversation as suddenly they'd go from something she was engaged in to a topic she ran from.

thankfully some of the older girls stuck up for her and tried to shoo away the main culprits like millie, ella and maya who were constantly trying to set her up or ship her off with a new stranger every second day or so.

little did they all know, grace didn't need to be set up with anyone or accept any sort of dating help because she had you.

you looked up from your laptop at the familiar secret knock on your front door, snapping it shut with a grin and racing over. knocking the same pattern back you heard the girls laugh on the other side of the door before you swung it open.

"well hello gorgeous." grace beamed, launching herself at you in a hug as you let out a laugh, your feet lifting off the ground as the footballer spun you around.

"longest four and a half days ever." grace groaned, collapsing into you as she placed you back down and you shared a tight hug. "i'll be sure to pass that onto my boss, no more business trips because my girlfriend can't handle me being away." you teased, craning your head up to kiss her cheek.

"what! ya been away nearly five days and thats all i get babe?" grace scoffed in disbelief as you ventured back into the living room. "i'm sure you kissed your phone screen enough on facetime to make up for it baby." you grinned, having called her at least twice a day every day you were gone.

"yeah but me phone doesn't kiss back!" grace snatched your laptop out of hand, placing it down on the coffee table and flopping on top of you. "alright clinton, lay one on me then!" you sighed as if accepting a poor business deal as your girlfriend shook her head.

but deciding against a smart comment back like she normally would the taller girl wasted not another second, pressing her lips against yours as you exhaled softly into her mouth, the corner of which curled into a smile.

"missed you so much babe." grace mumbled into the kiss, one hand moving to the back of your neck as your tongues fought one another to take control. eventually you relinquished, your girlfriend taking advantage and exploring your mouth like it was the very first time.

"okay okay! no jumping me the first five minutes you're here." you pulled back with a grin as her hand crept up your top, squeezing at your chest.

"alright...i'll wait till its been ten minutes then like a gentlewoman would babe."

~

"grace come on man! one date, you're always so stubborn. you think the worst of every girl we offer before you even meet them! just give us a chance to set you up with someone." ella groaned, dropping down beside the brunette who rolled her eyes, focused on lacing up her boots.

"answer hasn't changed tooney."

"gracie man please let me wingwoman ya!" ella begged, clasping her hands together as grace wordlessly shot her a firm look and shook her head.

"ella for god sakes leave the poor girl alone! youse are always harrassin her." thankfully mary swooped in to the rescue, ushering the mancunian away despite her protests.

you watched on in the stands of old trafford with grace's sister and a couple of your friends, a proud smile slapped to your face and unable to be wiped away despite the teasing from them all. sending your girlfriend a message at half time affirming just how well she'd played you tucked your phone back away as your girlfriend again waved as she entered back onto the pitch.

the little waves and cheeky grins sent your way weren't anything new however that didn't mean any of graces team mates had actually caught on, neither of you were particularly large fans of overtly public displays of affection either.

grace's time to really shine came in the second half when she bagged an assist and a goal, of course finding you in the crowd with a pearly white grin and another eager wave making you laugh and wiggle your fingers back at her.

the devils winning three to nil as the final whistle blew and the crowd erupted into cheers, your heart could burst with pride as you chatted with your friends and her sister, catching grace's eye mid lap who gestured for you to come down.

"lover girl has sent her summons!" your friends teased pinching at your cheeks as you rolled your eyes and swatted their hands away, all four of you making your way down to the barriers.

you hung back allowing the younger fans to all meet their idols, smiling at the excited squeals and cheers from them as your girlfriend and her team all made their rounds signing, high fiving and posing for pictures.

eventually you caught grace's eye again, lips curling into a smile as hers turned downward into a slight pout at how far away you still were. the crowd thinning a little you made your way to the front of the barrier, grace hugging her sister and friends.

"hi superstar." you smiled as it was finally your turn, melting into her embrace. "sweaty superstar." you teased as her skin stuck to yours, flinching away as she pinched your side for the jab.

"goal scorin superstar babe." grace grinned smugly as you hummed, her hands still firmly on your hips. "can the goal scorer get a kiss?" your girlfriend murmured, cocky smile dropping for a moment as her eyes searched yours for any sign of hesitation of discomfort.

but you didn't give her a chance to find any as you nodded, leaning in and pressing your lips to hers sweetly, hands cupping her face as you pulled away and let out a small laugh at the way her cheeks flushed rosy pink.

"blusher." you teased, kissing her cheek as she scoffed. "just from all the runnin round, don't flatter yourself!" grace rolled her eyes playfully,hugging you tightly from behind as you turned to lean against the barrier, her chin resting on your shoulder as she chatted away to her sister and friends.

"yeah i'll make sure she gets home safe." grace promised as your friends bid their farewell, her sister picked up by her own friends as you waved them all off, most of the crowd having dispersed.

"you really played so great gracie, i'm so proud of you." you smiled sincerely turning back around to face her, pecking her lips a few times with a smile.

"we've got an audience." you murmured, catching their wandering eyes over her shoulder. "fancy a tour of the change rooms?" grace grinned, wiggling her eyebrows and grabbing your waist hoisting you up and over the barrier.

"don't let the scare ya, bunch of big teddy bears the lot of em." grace promised, arm falling over your shoulder as she lead you toward the small group of girls looking on curiously, shrinking a little under their gaze.

"afternoon girls." grace smiled, squeezing you reassuringly. "whose this then gracie?" mary grinned with a raised eyebrow. "me girlfriend." grace smiled, kissing your cheek and introducing you properly.

"girlfriend!" one of the shorter girls jaw dropped, all four of them looking quite stunned as you pushed yourself a little tighter into grace's side as her arm dropped and her hand rested protectively on the small of your back.

"but-but-all the dates!" the same girl stammered out, another one rolling her eyes and smacking her. "dates?" you asked with a small frown, glancing up at your girlfriend.

"these three idiots have been trying to set us up on a blind date for weeks now. told ya i didn't need any helping finding a girlfriend!" grace chuckled, introducing the four girls in front of you.

"why the hell didn't ya just tell us!" ella, the same girl from earlier, shot the tall girl beside you a glare as grace grinned and gently pushed you to start walking with her.

"cause ya never asked tooney!" your girlfriend called over her shoulder, pulling you tighter into her side and ignoring the protests shouted behind her.

"you're a menace clinton, you couldn't just tell them?" you shook your head with a smile as she lead you off the pitch and down the tunnel.

"but baby, where's the fun in that?"

[skippingstonez]

Nothing big, but just a little late treat for Valentine's Day!

An Early Suprise

(Twilight x Reader)

Someone was shaking your shoulders, calling out your name quietly as you slowly woke up. Your eyes, still heavy with sleep, slowly cracked open, blinking a few times till you could keep them open long enough for your vision to focus properly.The room was still dark but you could just barely make out Twilight’s form knelt down beside you. He was already dressed in his typical attire, sword and shield strapped to his back like he was getting ready to head out. His hand brushed away the hair that stuck to your face, a warm, almost apologetic smile as you leaned up on your elbows. 

“Rancher? Wha..what time is it?” Everyone that you could see was still asleep. Including your bed mate Hyrule, who was currently flat on their back with an arm tossed over his face. 

“Early. But come on, there's something I wanna show ya!” He grabbed your hand, helping you to your feet without disturbing Hyrule. The wood floors of the Inn creaked under your weight, making you both anxiously look to see if anyone had woken up. With the all clear, Twilight leaned down and grabbed your boots while you threw your tunic on, leaving your bag and sword by the small side table. Twilight grabbed your hand, quietly leading you out of the open room and away from your other sleeping companions. 

The salty breeze pricked at your skin, freshly exposed to the open sea air. The shores of Lurelin village were quiet, the rolling waves hitting against the shore while the torches crackled with the dying flames of their once bright fires. Just like you had predicted, the sun was still nowhere to be seen. Leaving only the moon and the stars to dot across the sky, reflecting like diamonds in the oceans still waters.

Twilight handed you your boots, leaving you to put them on while he jogged over to where Epona was sleeping behind the boat-like building of the Inn WIld had secured for the night. 

“Going somewhere?” You asked curiously, already wiping away the sand from your feet before slipping on your boots. Watching curiously as he secured the saddle onto the horse, and guided her over by the reigns.

“Only if you’ll come along darlin’” He reached out his hand, silently offering it to you. 

“Wait seriously? All my stuff is inside!”

“It's fine, I got my stuff just in case.” He assured you. You looked back at the Inn, contemplating going to at least grab your sword. You also wondered if you should tell someone or atleast leave some sort of note- 

“Don't worry,” Twilight interrupted, sliding his hand in yours. “I already cleared it with the Old Man, they ain't gonna think twice ‘bout us bein gone.”

You sighed,  “Alright alright fine. But seriously where are we even going?”

Twilight couldn't hide the smile on his face as he handed you his sword and shield, hopping up onto Epona. He let himself get settled before he reached down and helped you up behind him. “You’ll see”

“Seriously wolf boy?” You deadpanned, but lightly held onto him as he guided Epona away from the Inn. “You're kidnapping me at the ass crack of dawn and not even gonna let me know where we're going?”

“Pretty sure it ain't kidnappin if ya come willin’ly” 

Once through the little archway of the village he gave the reins a small snap. Epona picked up speed, trotting along the trail you had come through just yesterday, leaving the quaint oceanside village far behind you.

“Fine, I suppose you win that one. But can you at least tell me how far away this thing is?”

“Wild said ‘bout an hour.”

“So more like two?”

Twilight laughed, the force of which you could feel as you pressed into his back. You smirked to yourself, letting yourself rest your head against his back. Arms coming to wrap around his waist. He softly placed one of his hands over yours, his thumb caressing the skin between your thumb and index finger.

“Most likely, though this is his era so maybe he can better judge distances here.”

You merely hummed a response, clinging to him a bit tighter as a yawn worked its way out of you. Twilight releases your hand, giving your thigh a small pat. “I can let ya know when we're there if yer tired.”

You nodded, feeling your eyes getting heavy again as your head rocked in time with Epona's steady pace. Twilight's warmth wrapping around you as you buried your arms under the soft pelt you were using as a makeshift pillow.

___________

You had t realized you nodded off until Twilight, for the second time that morning, was shaking your shoulder. Waking up this time around came much more easily since the world was a bit lighter, the signs of the sun just beginning to poke its head out over the horizon, and the air began to feel warmer. Though the warmth might be more attributed to the black pel draped over your shoulders. You huddled into it, letting Twilight help you down from Epona.

You surveyed the area while Twilight unloaded a bag from the saddle. The path you were on was steep, the trail's edge dropping off only a foot or two away from you. You were on some sort of mountain, or at the very least a really big hill given how high up you were. 

“It should be just up here,” Twilight called out from where he was climbing over a rocky ledge. You quickly made your way over, grabbing his arm as he hauled you up.

It was the flowers that caught your attention first. The array of blue petals, broken up with handfuls of white or yellow as they bordered around the pond in the center of the grassy plateau, expanding out till there was more flowers than there was grass. You stepped closer, stepping through a few before kneeling down, cupping a small blue colored flower in your palm to admire the delicate plants. Twilight came up beside you. Admiration in his eyes as he looked not at the flowers and the beautifully clear water of the pond, but at you.

You could feel your cheeks heating under his gaze, bashfully turning your head away to avoid him noticing as you pulled his pelt tighter around you. You tried playing it off by continuing to look around at the environment.

“Twi this is beautiful!”

“I thought you might like it. Wild says the locals call it Lover's Pond since it's in the shape of a heart.”

You shot to your feet, taking a few steps back to try and see it for yourself. And holy Hylia he was right, the curve of the pond's edges were perfectly reminiscent of a heart.

“Oh my gosh it is! I hadn't even noticed that!”

Twilight laughed, waving you over to where he walked towards the mountain's edge. “C”mere”

You skipped your way over, letting him take your hand once more. The two of you sat down, letting your feet hang off the edge slightly as you looked out over the small seaside village. The sun beginning to make its appearance above the oceans waves to shoo away any lingering shadows of night.

You let yourself lean against his shoulder, hand coming to rest on his knee.

“Soo..” you dragged out, trying to suppress a giggle at how his cheeks instantly turned pink at your touch. “Are you going to tell me why exactly you wanted to take me up to a place called ‘Lovers Pond’?”

Twilight audible gulped, rubbing at his neck nervously. “Well...” he started, clearing his throat for good measure. “The locals said that this is where people go to find true love.” He explained, letting some of his own weight rest on you. “Though if I'm being honest, I think I found it the moment I met ya.”

It was your turn to blush. The heat spreading all the way to your ears as you sat a bit straighter. “Yeah?”

Twilight nodded, his arm sliding behind you so it rested lightly on your opposite hip, pressing you closer to him. 

Blue eyes focused on yours, flicking down to your lips and back up so quickly you had almost missed it. You slowly cupped his face, reaching up to kiss the corner of his mouth. “This was really sweet of you Link... But gods would it ruin it if I said ‘took you long enough’?” You both chuckled, keeping your face close to his. 

“Guess I was just waitin for a good opportunity. Better to wait and do this sorta thing right the first time after all!”

“And here I thought Sky was the sappy one”

He grabbed your chin, filling your head up towards him. “This was worth the wait…” he whispered, leaning in close till his lips hovered just above yours. “May I?”

You nodded, closing the distance till your lips were on his. It was soft and loving and everything you had hoped kissing him would be. The calluses on his fingers brushed against your skin, dragging your chin down till he could slip his tongue inside your mouth. It lapped over yours, pushing it aside to explore further into your mouth.

You let out a short moan as his hand released your chin, sliding around your neck to cup the base of your skull. His fingers curled in your hair, tugging slightly to get you to gasp but not enough to hurt, letting his tongue slide out with a final peck to your lips. 

You both pulled away, faces redder than one of Wild’s bokoblins but just as out of breath as one. Hands fell into your laps, fingers interlocking as Twilight’s bright smile filled your vision. 

“Think the others are gonna be mad if we're not back when they wake up?”

“I thought you said you’d already approved this with them!”

“.....”

“So you did kidnap me.”

“Like I said, it ain't kidnapping when you came willin’ly!”

“But the others have no clue where we are, do they?”

He pouted. Fucking Farore the man was pouting at you like a puppy. You hit his shoulders, unable to keep the laughter from your voice. “Twi aren't you the one always telling Hyrule and WIld to tell us where they are heading off to!?”

“Okay, okay I'm sorry. To be fair though I'm pretty sure they aren’t going to be that worried considering we aren't exactly known for getting lost or stuck in random caves.”

You rolled your eyes, kissing his cheek before getting to your feet. “Come on Rancher,”

He pouted more but stood up, grabbing your waist to pull you to him. “Are you suuuure I can't convince ya to stay a bit longer? Please?”

That should not have made you melt as quickly as it should have, but here you were, being reduced to a puddle with a simple please. You got up on the tips of your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I supposed a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt. But whatever would you suggest we do with all that time to ourselves?” You mockingly asked, already staring at his lips. 

Twilight smirked, “Oh I’ve got a few ideas darlin’.”

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

i showed my sister the equestria girls movies last week because i needed a win and these were her thoughts:

equestria girls:

"sunset, you've gotta wait till your goons are gone before code-switching"

"sunset knows she's a horse so being with flash is kinda weird"

"don't like snips and snails"

"pan rainbow dash?" (i asked if she had any thoughts on their human designs and that was it, idk what to tell ya)

"why are the people colored in this reality?"

"why is rarity british?" (overall thought about the whole franchise)

"when did we fucking ask him? nobody asked him to join" (about flash playing guitar during the cafeteria song)

^but yeah she didn't really vibe with flash but she found the "one no would've been fine" line funny

"laughter" "no, it's insanity"

"i didn't know there was another way" "i don't give a fuck"

rainbow rocks:

"why is the moon, cheese?"

"i like the names. in case you weren't sure this was about music" (said during the opening credits when it showed the dazzlings)

"to be fair, you did ruin everything" (towards sunset)

"somebody needs to slap rainbow"

she really wanted to protect fluttershy, i could tell

she also wasn't necessarily loving flash x twilight during the first movie but definitely wasn't after he made twilight cry so-

friendship games:

"great, a murder board"

"why are you keeping tabs [on chs]? maybe you should focus on your other students" (towards cinch)

"what do you think i should do?" "you should keel over and die"

"sugarcoat, just stab me in the heart, why don't you"

"she looks like she belongs in spongebob, derogatory" (about cinch)

"twilight is doing disney knees"

"cinch is a bitch, cinch is a bitch. cinch is a winch, cinch is a winch" (said in a sing-songy way)

"why's this bitch singin'?" (again about cinch)

"we want what we deserve" "who said you deserve it, you fucking bitch?"

can you tell she hates cinch??

also made a couple jokes about how cadence and luna seemed like girlfriends in all of their scenes together (which was actually really valid)

legend of everfree:

"what do y'all do?" (towards celestial and luna)

"[the opening credits sequence] is gonna be at the bottom because it's giving me home by phillip phillips"

"and this is my brother, timber spruce" "TERRY?" (as in terry from tdp, which is where i got the cargo shorts thing from, so let's all thank my sister)

seemed to not be the biggest fan of sci-twi x timber ("just timber!")

"do we have watches!? cause they've mentioned time twice" "the sun dial" "but it's gonna be dark, she said it doesn't work at night!" (funny conversation that doesn't work in hindsight because they apparently had their phones with them the whole time)

"i don't know why but i'm getting trans from rainbow, cause everyone else is drawn with boobs and she's not. in that shot at least"

"if i see a man coming out of the woods, i think he's just buried a body"

"that's a disgusting design i'm sorry" (about gloriosa's villain look)

"sorry i thought he was going to kill his sister, he saw the ax and i thought he was just gonna- this is a children's movie. just for a split second"

part 2 magical movie night thoughts

[grim333z]

PART 1.

{no apocalypse au}  carl x f!Reader 

summary : carl is one of them super annoying "name 3 songs kids" (thank you Koko I robbed your idea)

warnings: none!

"Cool shirt." You hear, eyes meeting the boy stood, fingers tightly wrapped around one strap of his backpack.

"Uh, thanks", ends up tumbling out of your mouth, having never been approached by this kid before, sure you'd seen him around. Hell this was the kid who's dad was shot a few years back, something like that in such a small news spreads like wild-fire. 

"So, what's your favourite song by them?" He says, reaching up too fiddle with his lip, his black finger-nail running across the pale skin. 

You take a moment to gather what shirt you were actually wearing, having momentarily blanked from the stranger approaching you, "probably, like in bloom or something" comes uttering out, your eyebrows twisting as you look up at him, why does this kid care. "Why, you listen to them?" 

Head tilted, still fidgeting with his lip. His eyes look at you nervous with a sense of curiosity, like he's gathering something. 

"oh, yeah. My band is learning some of their stuff, so if you, like them you might, want to maybe? come to my gig this weekend. Like only if you want too." his hand had dropped and is now running over his ringed middle finger on the hand he'd previously had shovelled into his pocket ."we kinda suck..."

"So you came over here to plug your sucky band?" You run your tongue over your front teeth, looking at him almost, judgementally. not realising until he's uttering "Never mind, its fine" and starting to walk off. Shit.

 "No, no sorry. that was mean, I'll come, just give me your number, text me the details. Its almost class." 

he perks up slightly at this, rushing to write his number down on some random piece of homework he most definitely needed...

Its not until the familiar buzzing of your phone till you realised what you'd actually agreed to.

"hey" sits in a little blue box, from an unknown contact. You quickly type a response, the curiosity about this boy lingered and grew through out the day. "hi, who is this?" stays sat in the text bar, just waiting to be sent. Then it sits in another little grey box a tiny blue tick sat beside it. is this a bad idea, probably, who even is this kid? 

"its carl, you remember me..?" Carl... then it hits, this guy never introduced himself. 

"you came up to a stranger to plug your shitty band." you type out, staring at it for a moment. Was that too mean, the sent button gets pressed anyway.

"uh, yep. that's me" 

a smile creeps up onto your face, fuck.

"soooooooo... the details, I don't even know i can go to this thing." 

"ah, shit. yeah. 7pm on Saturday, at the Alexandria."

Great. A shitty basement club.

"noted. i think i can go... see ya then..?"

You type, accidentally seeming almost too eager.

The next couple days are spent accidentally day dreaming about this fucker, finding yourself thinking about him in class only realising where the past twenty minuets have actually gone when the black board magically became full of algebra that more than likely didn't find its way into your brain. Or finding him working his way into your dreams, waking up and thinking what the fuck. 

Though when Saturday rolls around and you're stood at the back of a dingy underground club surrounded by sweaty old men who are clinging to the long hair they had back in the eighties and middle age woman who reek of cigarette smoke and still dress like Cher, that you begin to regret the decision. Fingers wrapped tightly around a cold coke, the side of the glass sticky from where the bar tender had had spilt it. The slight stench of piss as you'd found yourself closest to the men's bathroom. 

The stage is empty aside for the dim blue lights and a drum kit with "The whisperers" painted on the head of the bass drum, though they didn't seem the band too do much whispering. You flick through every app on your phone, checking his texts every minuet or so, the last online time doesn't change. 

The small gaggle of teenage boys find their way to the stage,  most of them adorning an instrument. He stands their arms adorned with spiked leather cuffs, ringed fingers bracing themselves on the neck of his black flying v, the strap hanging loosely around his shoulder, hair flopping in his face, swept to the side.

Eventually they start playing, the stupid fuck lied, they don't suck, well. he doesn't. All you can focus on is the movement of his fingers on the fret board, the way they slide from top to bottom as he solos, and the way he rocks gently along too the beat. He doesn't sing like how he sounds, his singing voice gravelly and full of emotion, whereas you'd never have guessed he could even have a hint of emotion in his voice in a normal conversation.

The door across the room opens, a cop walking in holding his hat against his chest, when no one panics you clock who this is, his father, the cop who got shot way back. He stands back against the wall, a gentle smile across his dimly lit face, fuck, who wouldn't be proud of his kid, especially this one. 

The show ends before you even realise they'd started,  You bee-line too the door, unsure if you even wanted him to know you came, was this a stupid idea. I mean going to something some random kid wanted you to come to, surely he didn't recognise you in the crowd, You're dropping your glass off at the bar, when a pair of hands land on your shoulders,

"what the-" turning around mid yell, making eye contact, "holy fuck, I'm so sorry, I didn't-"

"You came" its him, the stink of deodorant and sweat seeps from him, his guitar hanging loosely by his hip, fingers wrapped around the handle. And he's absolutely beaming, his voice is higher than it should be and he's got some wonky side smile plastered across his face. 

"yeah? Why wouldn't I, you invited me."

Carl does that thing again, a chipped black thumb nail nervously running over his lip.

"You do that a lot.." you say, accidentally thinking out-loud. Carl looks at you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. His thumb slowing to a stop on his lips, arm falling limp at his side.

"Do what..?"

After that night, it ended up being a lot of going too his gigs, nodding at him in hallways, and texting.

The tv has nothing interesting on, all the homework on the table is screaming to be done but being ignored; You're laying slumped against the bed, legs dangling off the edge. When that all familiar buzz from the phone announces itself from the bedside table.

"hey." its Carl, the text floating in a little blue bubble, "hey Carl. Another gig coming up?" It had become routine, Carl would only really text when he wanted you to come to his gig, a part of you thought that's all you'd ever be, his gig ho, a familiar face amongst the crowd of strangers, someone to focus on to overcome nerves, you'd assumed that's why he spent nearly every gig staring at you from the corner you usually claimed. 

"erm, no", Carl responds, the tiny dotted bubble appearing, then disappearing, then appearing again till finally...

"you wanna hang out, like not at a gig? maybe" You can almost imagine Carl on the other side of the screen loose band tee hanging off his skinny frame, thin arm resting on his knee as his painted black thumb nail runs across his thumb. He was a big fan of maybe, perhaps to make it less shitty when something didn't work out the way he intended, he was awkward like that.

"yeah, sure where were you thinking?" You rush back, dragging yourself from the stupid daydream about him. He was really infesting your brain, like a virus.  

"maybe my place, if that works for you..?" The response is a no brainer "yes, when."

"tomorrow. i'll wait for you by the gate..."

(Ooh boy I could so see a part 2 for this one)

[stinkysam]

Lucifer Morningstar - No redemption for me.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “May I req Lucifer x Crowley!(from Good Omens) Reader? 👀👀” - anon

Reader : you/yours

Lucifer was the first to fall. You were second.

But despite sharing the same destiny, you and Lucifer were never really that close. It's only when he was invited at the Hazbin Hotel that he saw you, helping his daughter.

Now, it's true he never really heard about you after your fall so he had no reason to worry.

All he knew is that you worked for hell and would spend a majority of your time on earth to tempt the humans into a life of sin as he was told. So he wondered what you were doing here. It's with caution that he shook your hand.

“Hello.” You flashed him a toothy smile as you shook his hand, your eyes hidden behind your shades. “‘Tis been a while.” You said, continuing on smiling.

“Golly, yeah. Ahah.” He let go of your hand to move his hat a bit. “What have you been up to ?”

“Oh,” You grimaced. “This and that.” You put your hands in your pockets. “More this than that, actually.”

A bit confused by your words, Lucifer stared at you.

“And ‘this’... is ?”

“The hotel !” You exclaimed, putting your hands in the air before placing them back in your pockets.

“I thought you worked for hell ? You know, tempting humans…”

“Oh, yeah… yeah… As much as I can, I guess.” You said more quietly, as if thinking. “Yep… And you, King of Hell ?” You turned to him, smiling once more.

“Oh, uh, I still have words with heaven from time to time.”

“So you're still working with them.”

“For… as much as I can.”

“Same as me !” You exclaimed, chuckling lightly, making Lucifer laugh as well.

“So…” He started, looking away.

“Mh ?” You hummed, raising an eyebrow, your shades sliding slightly down your nose, exposing your yellow irises.

“For someone in charge of the temptations you're doing a rather nice thing.”

“What nice thing ?” You looked at him confused, your face turning serious as you pushed your glasses back up.

“The hotel !” He exclaimed, imitating you with his hands in the hair before lowering them.

“Oh, this isn't ‘nice’ !” You grimaced. “I'm not nice, I don't do nice !”

“Then what is it ? Helping my daughter with her redemption hotel ?” It was his turn to raise an eyebrow, leaning closer.

You grimaced, frowning.

“Why are you helping my daughter, then ? Thinking about redemption and going back up ?”

“Oh, nooo. Me ? An angel again ? No. I'm better off in hell… Kinda.”

“Then why do it ?”

“Bored, mostly. Mainly. Primarily ?”

“And also because deep down you're nice.”

You hissed with a grimace, feeling cornered.

“I see you're a bit of a bastard.” You said, making Lucifer laugh.

“I better get going. Charlie is going to give me a tour of the hotel. Wanna come ?”

“Nah. I already saw it.” You waved him off as you looked toward the bar to get a drink. “Well. See ya.” And with that you were gone. Leaving Lucifer with Charlie and Alastor.

He saw you again during the fight with Adam. You had suggested that everyone should leave the hotel to hide somewhere safe and far away from here but Charlie had refused. Running away was not an option.

So here you were, fighting with Charlie and your mutual friends as you kept yelling swear words and menaces at anyone that would dare attack you or your friends. Then, Lucifer came and quickly ended the fight with Adam, sending the exorcists back to heaven without the first man.

You helped rebuild the hotel, without singing or dancing with the others simply because that song wasn't your jam.

“So, you stayed. To fight.” Lucifer said, walking with you inside the new hotel.

“Well, of course I did, I wasn't… I wasn't gonna let them fight on their own !” You defended yourself, already knowing where it was going.

“It's nice of you.”

“It's not nice. Stop it. I'm not nice.”

Lucifer shrugged as he smiled. He stayed at the hotel till everyone was inside and as peace slowly settled over you all it was time for him to leave.

“Will I ever see you again ?” He asked, hope in his tone.

“Oh, yeah.” You nodded, confidently with a grin.

That's how you two started to be in touch with each other. Each time he would visit the hotel, he would spend time with you. Although you didn't talk much about your time as an angel, Lucifer did.

He liked to talk about your creations, how you helped put the stars in place. He felt strongly about your fall and let you know about it. But you just waved him off. You were glad to not work with heaven anymore with their stricts rules and no questions allowed. They don't even have a suggestion box !

Not that you were better off with hell, but at least you couldn't fall further and they let you do most of the things you wanted to do.

[nhoirr]

𝕱𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖆𝖑𝖑

— 𝔖𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℌ𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰

drabbles. “GOJO HOURS."

“LOVESICK LOVER — !” : When he's away from you.

GOJO SATORU is not a patient man, especially when he's kept long time away from you.

'I miss you,' 13:42

your phone dings with a message you've been anticipating all this while, all this afternoon you spent fidgeting in place; waiting for something, or well—someone.

'i'll come home soon.' 13:43

the message rings out from a sender that was no other than your lover—GOJO SATORU, who seems to have been impatient at work; he's been gone for less than an hour, though you couldn't blame him when you felt the same.

'I want to be with you." 13:43 — not even two seconds later, your phone gets bombarded with messages.

Often it would be like this when he's gone, busy with exorcising curses.. hours to days of no contact, to sudden barrages of messages come in endless downpour; you couldn't even begin to count how many times he'd say — 'I want to come home.' every time, and every moment he has.

its silly, how he makes the butterflies burst in your stomach. You wonder how he feels so near when he's so far—perhaps distance really does make the heart grow fonder.

'Hey, don't leave me on read!' 13:45

At his reminder, you can't help but imagine him saying this. Bickering about your imprudence to dare leave him on read, you quickly tap away at your phone.

—'take care of yourself,' wouldn't be much too cliche to say right..? should you be adding anything more? it felt like your message was too short, maybe you should throw in a—'ill wait for you.' too, in there.

.. okay maybe too much—you internally cringe at your own words, attempting to delete the message.

Though unfortunately, your finger slips to press send a bit too hastily, not even given a chance to delete the message when he's seen it in a heartbeat; you could only close your eyes and pray he wouldn't tease it out of you all day, he wouldn't let you live this down.

at long last—your phone dings and you couldn't help the curiosity, peeking reluctantly at what he had to say.

'I don't think I can wait.' 13:50

but you could guess he probably won't be able to come home tonight; he probably has a lot to finish, he wont be home anytime soon..

so.. that makes you wonder, during this time of night—just when you were about to close your eyes..

"who.." Theres sudden motion, noise of shuffling before the sheets slowly dip and you sink into the softness of the bed. Although your eye lips felt heavy, you peel open your eyes—the blurred figure of a man answers with his voice, "Are you asleep yet?" he—the familiar voice of a man you've been waiting for all day, whispers in your ear.

He hovers above you, leaning over so much that the bed creaks, "Don't sleep on me, sweetheart." he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, another one to your neck—till he littered your body, every inch of your skin his lips could find; his lips latches on to you, as if a leech.

and one last time, he presses a long kiss to the side of your lips—as if asking for you to wake up through your groggy state of mind.

"keep your pretty eyes open for me, will ya?"

through your hazy vision, you could make out that charming smile of his that you've engraved into your mind—the image of a man you love so dearly, your heart treasures so.

and you know he loves you too—just as much.

your phone dings with his last text you never got to read before he came home—

'I love you.' 24:59

your impatient lover probably couldn't wait another day to come home, not when you were waiting for him—not when he'd miss your welcome greeting, not when he still hadn't kissed you goodnight.

and god, that was all he could always think of when you're not in his moment of sight.

'I'm coming home.' 00:09

how unfortunate, that the moment you wake in the morning after, you would never get the chance to read this message.

©NHOIRR — DO NOT COPY, TRANSLATE NOR PLAGIARIZE ANY OF MY WORKS!

[📨] — Yes I'm working on the series, but i've been thinking about this scenario for a while.. I had to get it out of my head somehow.

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