#and to my mutuals. we're kissing. its true

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Oh holy shit btw ty guys for 500+ followers. I love you. We're holding hands and skipping into the sunset together

[norrisainz33]

debut || gr63

☆ summary: y/n makes her indycar debut and her biggest supporter is there with her

☆ pairing: george russell x driver!reader

☆ fc & warnings: none

☆ a/n: smau mixed with writing

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yourbff: jumping for joy! i can't wait to see you in st pete and i can't wait to cheer for my best friend

ynuser: i can't wait to see you!! ive never been so nervous but never more excited. i can't believe my dreams are coming true

yourbff: i can believe it!! you are my inspiration bestie

ynuser: stop it 😭😭😭😭 i love you

yourbff: i love you endlessly 🤍 see you in a couple of hours

patriciooward: oh putting me to shame i see

ynuser: not possible patty

user1: can't wait to see you this weekend!!

georgerussell63: is it weird if i admit that i downloaded a countdown app to countdown the minutes until we're back together?

ynuser: 😭😫🫶🏻 no ?! you're so cute its sickening

georgerussell63: phew ok good

elbaoward: ive never been more excited for a season opener (don't tell pato)

ynuser: EEEK! you're my favorite person in the whole world. i can't wait for dinner tomorrow

user2: first ever indycar race for me and its bc of u ms girl

arrowmclaren: our girl 🧡

ynuser: 🧡

nolansiegel: us rookies are gonna rock it this season

ynuser: YES WE ARE BESTIE! papaya rookies for the WIN

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a smile spread across your face as george stepped through the golden doors of the restaurant. his hair was wind swept and he wore a perfetly tailored outfit that accentuated all the right areas. in his right hand, he held a bouquet of roses and in his left, a small gift bag. he scanned the room and when his eyes landed on you, they lit up and a butterfly-inducing smile played on his lips. he moved toward you quickly, his voice soft as he greeted you, “my darling.”

“georgie!” you exclaimed taking the flowers from him and allowing him to pull you into a warm embrace. he sighed contentedly and kissed your temple.

“I missed you so much, y/n/n,” he whispered before settling into the chair across from you.

“the feeling’s mutual,” you sighed, taking a sip of your wine as the waiter filled george's glass. “but I’m really glad you were able to make it. honestly, I didn’t think you’d be able to so soon after bahrain.”

“are you kidding?” he grinned. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world! supporting you means more to me than anything, baby.”

the sincerity in his voice nearly brought you to tears. “i love you.”

“i love you more than anything, y/n,” george replied, sliding the gift bag across the table. “open it, gorgeous.”

you rolled your eyes with a smile, pulling a small box out of the blue bag. carefully you opened it to reveal a sleek silver necklace with a ‘g’ pendant. “george…”

“it’s for when I can’t physically be here which will unfortunately be more than i’d like” he said softly, “so this to keep me with you even when i’m not.”

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deuxmoi: we received an anonymous tip about a certain f1 driver out on a date very far from home 🤨

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user1: f1?? what are you doing on deuxmoi

user2: f1gossip any leads on this?

f1gossip: we did get a tip that george was spotted in the tampa airport.. seems we should have taken it more seriously

user3: george???? i was thinking lando bc at least he has a connection to indycar with mclaren.. george has no reason to be there ??

user4: could the mystery woman be y/n? she’s making her indycar debut and it would make so much sense if he was there for her

user3: user4 how would they even know each other though?

user4: user3 y/n is best friends with pato who is the mclaren reserve driver and she went to mexico city when he drove in fp1 so like she could have easily have met him there! she’s been to a couple gps with pato and elba

f1gossip: now this is quite and interesting theory user4. would be a pretty logical explanation for the 20 hour flight he had to have taken

user12: didn’t expect to find my next hyperfixation through deuxmoi but i think i love y/n and now indycar?? she’s so sweet and endearing and chronically online?

user4: welcome! we could always use more y/n/n fans 🫶🏻

yourbff: oh goodness gracious

user33: thought this was supposed to be celebrity gossip.. tf is f1

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ynuser: words can’t describe how good car #7 felt on track during practice these past 2 days. bring on qualifying 🧡

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user1: that’s my goat going 6th fastest in practice let’s go

user4: user3 & f1gossip noticing who is in the likes

f1gossip: mr. russell we see you

user3: he ain’t slick!

arrowmclaren: we 🧡 car #7

ynuser: i 🤍 arrow mclaren

user5: mclaren rookies are my favorite ppl on the grid

yourbff: wow that girl is fast 😍❤️‍🔥

ynuser: the fastest (and only) girl on track thats for sure

quadrant: let’s get it!

user3: what in the world are you doing here

user6: i can't wait to watch you race this sunday!!!

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the clock in your driver's room ticked relentlessly, each click a sharp reminder of the dwindling moments before you had to head out to the track.

"you’ve got this," you whispered focusing on your breath as you worked through calming exercises. you glanced at your phone willing george to hurry up even though you knew he had media obligations that mercedes had insisted on before agreeing to let him come to the st pete.

finally a soft knock at the door echoed with only a few minutes to spare. you rushed to open it and there george was, "thank god you're here," you exclaimed before collapsing back into your chair.

george raised an eyebrow while taking in the sight of you. "sorry it took me so long. you know how those things can be," he said taking a seat beside you on the couch. "come here," he murmured opening his arms.

with a reluctant sigh you stood and joined him on the couch. "you're not even ready yet... what's going on in tht beautiful head of yours?" he asked gently reaching for the hair tie on your wrist. he started to untangle and work on your signature braids—the ones you always wore on race days. It was one of the many thoughtful things he did for you, always paying attention to the little details like learning how to do your hair to making your favorite drinks to keeping track of each months new hyper ixation.

you let out a shaky breath. "i'm just... really nervous," you admitted tugging at the sleeve of your black fireproofs. "i’ve done all the testing, practiced these past few days, but this race... it just…. i don’t know."

"that makes sense, darling," he nodded, his fingers still working through your hair. "but you're ready. whether you believe it or not, you are."

"but what if I’m not? what if I prove all the critics right?" your voice trembled.

"baby," he said softly, lifting your chin to make you look at him. "what have I told you about listening to the critics? there will always be someone with something to say no matter what. whether you go out there and win the championship or not, someone will find a way to criticize. what matters is focusing on what you can control. and you? you can control your actions and your car, and I know you’ve worked harder than anyone I’ve ever seen. you deserve that seat. you deserve this shot. and you're going to make everyone proud."

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you sprinted through the paddock as your heart continued to race from the adrenaline of your debut. you quickly found george with his arms were wide open waiting for you.

"P8!!" he exclaimed voice filled with excitement as you jumped straight into his embrace.

“I did it!! I even finished in the top 10!!” you nearly screamed barely able to contain the thrill of your achievement. a light laugh escaped george as he spun you around with joy.

“you did!! you drove an absolutely incredible race y/n,” george said with pride as he carefully returned you to the ground.

“you really think so?” you asked looking up at the handsome brit in front of you.

“I know so,” he grinned giving your shoulder a playful nudge. “i was analyzing your every move out there and you were nearly flawless. a top 10 finish in your first race? i’m so bloody proud of you.”

you couldn't help but blush, “I honestly didn’t think I could pull it off but like you told me,, i focused on what i could control which was me and the car and the car felt so good today.”

george beamed with pride, “you showed everyone what you’re made of out there. you’ve got a lot of talent y/n/n and you’re only going to get better from here. I think this is just the beginning.”

the warmth of his words made you smile and for the first time since the checkered flag you felt like you could breathe. you had done it. and as you stood there talking to george you realized that the recognition from not only someone you loved but a fellow driver was just as important to you as the race result itself.

“thank you, george. for everything… for never giving up on me and for pushing me to be the best version of myself,” you said sincerely.

“no need to thank me y/n/n! just doing my job! plus you’re the one who is really doing all fhe hard work,” he was smiling again. "now let's go celebrate!”

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ynuser: p8 ain’t too bad of a start. thankful for all of the support from the best fans in the world - you all made this an unforgettable weekend 🧡

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user3: running to tell all my non f1 and indycar friends that y/ngeorge is canon like it’s my own wedding announcement

arrowmclaren: only driver to have run all 100 laps in the top 10!!

ynuser: no way 🤭

georgerussell63: yes way 😉

patriciooward: IMPRESSIVE MI AMIGAAAAA

user8: congratulations on a strong start 💪🏻

yourbff: p8 for the gr8test

ynuser: 😭🤍

user12: I LOVE WHEN WOMEN!!!!!

georgerussell63: blimey you are incredible

ynuser: crikey you are the best

user8: i love them your honor

elbaoward: my goat my goat my goat

patriciooward: ? this isn’t my post

ynuser: elba likes me more patriciooward

elbaoward: it’s true patriciooward

patriciooward: i’m speechless frankly

nolansiegel: oh boy… pls don’t tear my family apart

ynuser: no one can tear us apart noly don’t worry

user9: not even bothering with a soft launch just going straight for it

mercedesamgf1: looks like the flight was well worth it ✈️

georgerussell63: yes it was 😘

user63: ok lover boy…

user10: this is gonna be such an incredible season i can feel it already

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georgerussell63: the best 24 hours trip i’ve ever taken. y/n - i am forever proud of the racer you have become. here’s to an even better rest of the season 😘🧡

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alex_albon: impressive drive y/n!

ynuser: thank you alex 🤍

user63: chat we’ve lost him

mercedesamgf1: our favorite racing couple🤍

georgerussell63: 😍🏆

user98: if he wanted to he would!!! george took a 20 hour flight just to see his girl for 24 hours i mean come on

ynuser: thank you for making the trip. you are sincerely my rock and the best cheerleader in the whole world 🧡

georgerussell63: no need to thank me darling. you deserve the world and nothing less 🤍

user44: vamos y/n!

nolansiegal: i was a pleasure getting to meet you!

georgerussell63: right back at ya mate! keep up the good work

user24: need someone to talk to abt this

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a/n: been working on this one for a little while now - hope you enjoy!! i simply love driver reader! likes and reblogs appreciated 🤍

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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

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[kamospeach]

Hey girl, just read your Eren one shot and I was loving ittt. Could I ask for a one shot of Eren x black female bestfriends who have a flirty relationship but Eren finally makes a move when she gets asked out by someone else? #smutty please ☺️

we might share the same brain cell :P

plot: bestfriend!eren is tired of only being best friends.

content warning: pining, mutual pining, jealous eren, oblivious reader, slut shaming (barely), titty sucking, oral f!recieving, fingering, cowgirl

peachy's yap: wc 4k.ᐟ i've literally thought about this so many times i love best friend eren in every way !

“her? nah she's my best friend."

"girlfriend... i don't have a girlfriend. oh y/n? that's my best friend."

"yeah we live together but we're strictly best friends."

those were just three of the many different statements eren replied to strangers. strangers being people your friends brought the two of you around. your friends themselves couldn't even tell others what you both had going on.

"y/n and eren? well, they're best friends, and uh... they hug a lot."

"yeah they do that often, she always sits on his lap."

"when did he start holding her waist in public? that's new."

"truthfully i've seen them kiss. on the lips!"

all of it was true you and eren did hug a lot even cuddle when it was cold. you sat on his lap proudly in public, especially at the club you wouldn't dare let some stripper twerk on your best friend. he held your waist when you and your friends walked around the mall looking for things to buy.

you did kiss twice though once at a dinner party on accident when you turned to talk to eren and the same when he tried to kiss your cheek. another time when you both were crossfaded in your room you looked over at your best friend. his eyes were low and his pink lips shiny from chapstick and he looked very fuckable.

but even after that your friendship stayed the same and you didn't falter. you were best friends and even promised to be in the next life. and today was just like every other day.

"ren!" you yelled and eren walked to you from your shared kitchen. you laid on the couch wrapped in a blanket watching a scary movie. he stood at the end of the couch looking at you with a raised brow.

"yeah ma," he asked and you pointed at the tv his eyes followed your finger. you could barely hear the tv from where you sat. "what you scared?" he laughed at you and you frowned.

"no i ain't scared!" you defended although you were truthfully scared that wasn't what you wanted. "remember how your fat ass stepped on the remote and it broke yesterday?" you said and he looked around trying to act like he didn't hear you.

"what about it?" he asked still looking at the TV.

"i can't hear it and we haven't got a new remote. so can you turn it up pleaseeee?" you asked and he scoffed turning up the TV and looking at you to see if you were satisfied. you nodded in approval happy now that you could hear the TV. "thank you, hun."

"mhm you're welcome," he mumbled walking over to you and kissing your forehead. things like that were everyday interactions for you and eren. it was friendly and you never thought of it any other way. you watched the movie until eren came into the living room with two plates.

he handed you one and sat directly next to you in the corner of the couch. you lifted the blanket placing it over eren's legs. he grabbed your legs placed them over his lap and looked down at you.

"what movie is this again?" he asked and you scoffed rolling your eyes.

"i don't know it's on a random channel, no remote remember." you playfully remind him to which he scoffs. he promised he would go out today and buy a new remote after work.

since you took today off you sat in your room all day waiting for eren to return. just for eren to come back with two bottles of Don Julio, a family box of Cheez-Its, and a value pack of sour gummy worms. everything but a damn remote.

"you don't gotta remind me every time." he laughed and you shook your head.

"i'll go get it tomorrow." you laugh as a comfortable silence settles between the two as you both enjoy the meal. after you both finished he left to clean the dishes and returned minutes later. he sat down in his previous spot except this time he pulled you in between his legs. you leaned your against his chest looking up at him.

"hm?" he hummed in a questioning tone and for a second you weren't exactly sure what you wanted to say. lost in his green eyes that you swore swirled hypnotizing you into becoming a mute. his fingers rubbed small circles on the bare skin of your thigh. his other hand under your oversized teachers resting on your stomach.

"you work tomorrow?" you asked and he nodded looking at the time seeing it was getting close to his bedtime. he was trying to stay up later so you wouldn't call him an old man but he was exhausted. "can i ride with you?"

"yea, you can." he cleared his throat standing you up and standing up behind you. "finna go to bed," he mumbled stretching as your eyes never left his happy trail until it was hidden by his shirt again.

"can you sleep in my room? i got scared." you now admit to being scared by the low-budget horror film. he obliged as you both went to your room.

the next day was how you expected stressful, tiring, and overall draining. it was going on 3 pm and you only had one client left. you had two appointments and even did three walk-ins you were beat.

you looked across the tattoo shop at your best friend who looked even more exhausted than you. he was finishing up his last client it was his second large back piece of the day along with 3 smaller tattoos.

eren was always the busiest it was his shop and everyone loved his work. although you, connie, annie, and mikasa were good at what you did, it wasn't beating eren's talent by a long shot. you stood up walking over to his station sitting next to him watching him work.

after another 20 minutes, your client arrived, he was a regular client for you. if you were being honest you gave him discounts here and there because he was fine as hell. whenever he called and needed you to squeeze him in you never told him no.

"wassup y/n." he smiled his white teeth nearly blinding you with its reflection of the sun. you returned his smile patting the back of the seat.

"heyyy come take a seat," you said and got started with the process. you were first sitting in silence until he asked about your day. taking the opportunity to rant about your stressful day.

"man if i known that i would've waited until tomorrow or when you ain't have as many people," he said and you shook your head.

"i'll never tell you no, you know that." you send him a bright smile and he returns the gesture.

"i must be your favorite?" he laughed and you nodded slowly still keeping your main focus on his tattoo.

"you might be..." you say and he sends you a smirk. he was getting cocky and you fed into it.

"then let your favorite client take you out?" he looked at you and as much as your body wanted to freeze up from shock. you stayed calm lightly nodding your head. "not for no free tattoos or nothin'. i been liking you for a while and i've known you for three years now and..." you cut him off as he started to ramble.

"i'll go out with you." you laughed trying to lighten the mood. he was obviously a little anxious but you admired him for asking.

"oh ok cool, bet." he nodded to himself and you smiled the whole time you finished his tattoo. you were just happy someone you found attractive thought the same about you.

after that, you both said your goodbyes and you walked over to eren who sat in his chair waiting for you to finish. he grabbed your bag from you and you both made sure everything was good to be locked up. you switched the lights off following eren to his bike.

"what were you and that guy gigglin' bout?" eren asked handing you your helmet and you shrugged.

"nothin', much he asked me out and that was about it," you tell eren and he freezes turning to look at you. you weren't sure why he looked so shocked at that statement so you chuckled.

"what?" you asked getting on the back of the bike and he shook his head. not bothering to say anything to you he just wanted to get home. he sped home going a little faster than you liked your arms wrapping tightly around him.

once you both made it back home eren wasted no time jumping off the bike. he didn't even look back at you and rushed into the apartment. you followed behind him oblivious to his anger.

"what you want for dinner i'll cook," you say and he shrugs his shoulders walking to his room and slamming his door shut. you stood in front of the door in shock, you and eren never stayed mad at each other.

you shook your head going to your room and deciding on taking a shower. you sat your phone on the counter in the kitchen along with your keys and bag. you went and did your regular shower routine before going to cook. when you came out eren was sitting at the island eating food.

"you doordashed?" you asked and he nodded. looking down at your phone and then back at his food. you frowned seeing your phone had lit up meaning you had gotten a notification. you walked over grabbing your phone seeing it was a text from the client who had asked you out.

6:23 pm

it was good to see your pretty face today how does friday at 7 pm sound?

you smiled at the message about to text back until eren snatched your phone. you looked up at him with your eyebrows furrowed in anger. "eat your food." he nodded in the direction of the bag and you squinted your eyes at him.

"fuck we forgot the remote again." you groaned. eren watched your every move you felt him watching. but you ignored it not wanting him to know that you were nervous from his intense gaze. "what's your problem today?" you asked getting it over with.

"you gonna go out with him?" he asked and you turned to look at him like he had lost his mind.

"why would i not?" you say grabbing your food and sitting next to him. he hummed nodding his head almost like you were irritating him. you both ate your food in silence just as you were about to swallow your last bite eren spoke.

"you ever thought about how it'd make me feel?" he asked and you choked on your food not sure what he meant.

"what?" you asked and he sighed looking away from you.

"i'm just sayin' like we best friends and stuff..." you cut him off assuming he thought you both had to sit down and contemplate whether or not you would date this guy or not.

"you expect me to run to you like you're my father and ask if it's okay that i date him?" you said now getting angry that eren was acting this way.

"that's not what i'm getting at bruh. i'm sayin' like one guy comes and asks you on a date and you just said yes?" he said and you squinted your eyes at him.

"you callin' me easy?" you asked grabbing your empty plate and throwing it away. not only were you fed up with his attitude his words hurt you.

"no ma that's not..."

"don't 'ma' me. you sittin' here callin' me easy and getting mad that someone showed interest in me. i've never had a boyfriend because they're always scared of you. let me have this one please." you practically beg eren. and then there it was again. that swirling in his eyes that was saying everything and nothing at all. you began to storm off to your room but eren asked a question that made your stomach churn.

"have you ever... thought about me? in that way?" he asked you and you blinked in shock.

"in what way?" you asked, you needed him to be straight up and tell you what he really wanted to know.

"have you ever thought about dating me and uh... being with me?" he asked and you cleared your throat. you never thought you and your best friend would be having this conversation.

"yes i have... maybe a year ago," you admitted and he grabbed your wrist pulling you back to him.

"when we kissed? in your bed?" he asked and you nodded slowly.

"i thought about you for days, months really. i hid the way i felt, i didn't want you to know," you admitted to him.

"i've always felt that way about you," he admitted and you looked at him your eyes running over his face. his eyes, nose, lips, everything that made you feel the way you did a year ago. "don't go out with him... go out with me."

you didn't know what to say but you knew you wanted to kiss him. it had been a year since you felt those lips against yours and you needed him. you were standing between his legs as he sat on the barstool in your kitchen. his hands gripped the exposed skin of your waist as you both stared at each other

you couldn't wait another minute to press your lips against his. the softness of his lips and the urgency in his movements made it all the more sensual. your hands ran along his shoulders finding their way in his hair. you took out his bun letting his hair fall as you ran your fingers through his hair.

"have you ever thought of me like this?" you asked referring to the intimate moment you were both about to have.

"so so so many times," he said breathlessly lifting you like you weighed nothing. he sat you on the counter gripping your thighs and spreading them apart. he stood between your legs and went back to kissing you. his hands found their way to your ass and massage the flesh. your hands rubbed the back of his neck playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck.

he pushed his tongue in your mouth his tongue roaming around your mouth. the kiss was sloppy spit sloshing and swapping between your mouths. he pulled back as a line of spit followed, both of your chests raising and falling at a fast pace.

he grabbed your jaw pushing your head backward and attacking your neck. you whine at the feeling of his teeth grazing the muscles of your neck. he kissed down your neck and behind your ear, you could hear his rigid breathing. his hands reached under your shirt noticing you don't have a bra on.

"no bra?" he asked smirking and you sighed as he pulled your shirt over your head.

"i just g...got out the shower." you stuttered as he rolled his nipples between his pointer finger and thumb. he pulled at them watching your eyes flutter close at the feeling. he roughly grips your breasts fondling them and looking at you.

"put em' in my mouth," he instructed looking up at you through his lashes. your eyes widened at the thought and he nodded letting you know he was serious. he stuck his tongue out as you grabbed your boob placing it on his tongue.

his mouth latched around your breast sucking and lightly biting at your nipple. his hand grabbed your right boob fondling and playing with your nipple until he switched. he sucked so hard that you felt your need cunt clench around nothing wanting him in you so bad. your hands played in his hair pulling him away from your chest.

"why'd you do that?" he frowned looking up at you. his eyes were 3 shades darker.

"i need you..." you whined and he smirked at your neediness. he lifted you off the counter kiss you as he walked over to the couch placing you on your back.

"can i take off your shorts?" he asked and you nodded. he took off your shorts looking at your skimpy panties that were soaked. your juices creating a wet spot on your pretty pink panties. eren spread your legs his nose nudging the spot sniffing your scent.

eren let out a guttural groan and the smell and pulled off his shirt. his body was nothing new to you but seeing him hover above you with his shirt off made it so much more sensual. he unbuttoned his pants taking them off followed by his boxers. he was huge not as big as you imagined but to be fair you imagined him to be 13 inches.

although he wasn't as long as he was in your wet dreams, 8 1/2 inches was bigger than most. he was bigger than most of the guys you followed on twitter. you reached up grabbing his dick and your hand couldn't even wrap all the way around it. you stroked him slowly and he threw his head back his cock already twitching from the feeling.

"let me taste you," he mumbled and you looked up at him with a smile. you wanted to tease him, he was a naturally dominant man. even one second to be a tease was enough to make you feel superior.

"what was that rennie?" you asked in a seductive tone rubbing your thumb across the slit of his tip playing with the stickiness of his precum.

"i said let me taste you," he said louder this time and you nodded. spreading your legs. eren gripped your panties easily ripping them down the middle. your lips and swollen clit on full display your entrance dripping your wetness. "such a pretty pussy... so wet for me." he hummed leaning down to lick a long stripe down your folds.

he sucked on your clit and now and then teased your entrance with his tongue. he groaned into your pussy while he eat you out your body squirming under the feeling. your legs tried to squeeze together trapping his head between them, the feeling so overwhelming.

eren pushed your legs open letting up from your clit. his thumb swirled over your clit and you moaned loudly from the feeling. without warning he pushed his middle finger in fingering you roughly.

"you like that baby?" he asked with a raised brow and your head was thrown back as you moaned loudly at the feeling. he didn't get an answer from you so he pushed in a second finger. you whined at the pressure of a second finger. "you keep ignoring me i'll add a third." he said deeply and you pushed your limits thinking there was no way he would.

he fingered you vigorously so fast that you could hear your juices sloshing. your cunt tightened around his fingers. loving the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you. since you didn't answer eren did as he said he would add another finger in. you squealed he was stretching you so good and the feeling was overwhelming.

"m'close ren." you moaned feeling that feeling in your stomach.

"tell me how much you love it then i'll let you cum." he said and your voice was giving out from your moaning and screaming. "c'mon ma just three words." he taunted you while he fingered your wet, needy pussy. he ground his hips into the couch getting harder by the minute watching you leak all over the couch just from his fingers.

"i love it ren fuck!" you yelled and he smirked as your body gyrated from the orgasm begging to be released.

"cum for me baby, cum for your best friend rennie." he said as you let go cumming hard, your cream coating his fingers as your body shivered from the pleasure. "gooood girl," he said pulling his cream-coated fingers out of your cunt. he pushed them into your mouth as you sucked and slurped your cream off his fingers.

he pushed them down your throat making you gag on all three of his thick digits. you smiled at him as he leaned down kissing you. his tongue dancing with yours as he tasted you on your tongue. you sat up pushing him down on the couch. he leaned against the back of the couch as you straddled his waist.

"you sure?" he asked and you nodded wanting to show him what you could do. although you never had a boyfriend didn't mean you never had sex. you wanted to show eren what he had been missing.

you planted your feet on the ground lowering yourself onto him. he moaned in your ear and you whimpered at the way his cock stretched you. he was way thicker than those three fingers he used earlier. you lowered yourself fully onto him until your ass met his thighs.

your eyes were closed and your body ground into his, enjoying the feeling. after you adjusted to the size you began to ride him. your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands gripping your waist.

"fuck baby you feel so good, so wet, fuck." he groaned as you fastened your pace bouncing on his cock. you couldn't slow down you couldn't take it slow, not with the way you felt every inch of his cock stroking your insides.

"mmm ren." you moaned leaning your chest against his kissing him biting on his bottom lip. your pace slowed a little until eren moved his grip to your ass helping you ride him. still kissing you roughly while he moved you to keep the same fast pace.

his big hands almost covering most of your ass, he slapped one encouraging you to ride him faster. he watched the way your beautiful brown ass rippled from the force.

"you're doing so good ma. make us cum." he tells you as your knees got tired and he grabbed you. "you tired baby?" he asked whispering in your ear.

"mmm mhm." you whimpered out and he nodded. eren turned around so you both were lying the length of the couch. he planted his feet fucking up into you. "ren!" you yelled feeling him roughly fuck into you. it was extremely loud the sound of your bodies colliding and your yelling out from eren's rough thrust was enough for the two of you to get noise complaints.

"you close baby? i'm close." he rambled loving the feeling of your walls clenching and unclenching around him. "play with your clit." he demanded. you listened not in the mood to defy him. you rubbed your clit vigorously watching eren bite his lips as sweat ran down his forehead. his hair stuck to his forehead and his broad shoulders tensed as he fucked up into you with immense force.

"m'cumming ren." you moaned loudly and he grunted.

"me too cum with me ma." he said as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you whimpered out in pleasure. "fuck i love you shit," he said and your eyes widened as his warm cum filled you up. his dick twitching and pulsing as his seed painted your insides white.

"y... you love me?" you asked still sitting on his cock as your mixed fluids dripped down his dick and his balls. your body automatically grinding into his at the feeling of being full.

"of course i do i've told you that so many times," he said giving you a confused look and you shook your head.

"no that was as friends i mean do you love me like a lover?" you asked and he smiled at your explanation.

"i never meant it as a friend," he said and you pouted at his statement and you nodded in satisfaction.

"then i love you too rennie."

[just-french-me-up]

now u have fully descended into arcane hell (affectionate)…. may i humbly request ur jayvik fic recs queen? 👉👈

oh friend, i'm FLATTERED my descent into madness has not gone unnoticed, I feel so seen :') Though I'm afraid I have nothing much to offer here, cause I've mostly been reading what I feel like are the most widely read ones? So it's probably something new but... hey, you're giving me the opportunity, so I might as well send more love their way:

POST-CANON | Wait, we're alive?

This trope gets its own category, cause it's my ultimate weakness, I will read EVERYTHING that goes under that umbrella

A New Knife by surveycorpsjean 20k | E | One Shot | Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Smut, PTSD Jayce and Viktor try to rebuild a life, hidden from the world, after the events of season 2, while Viktor struggles to come to terms with what he did and who he's become. Very bitterweet at times, but always delicious

In the After by queercatfan 11K | E | One Shot | Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Fluff After the arcane spits them out, Jayce and Viktor find a refuge and try to regain strength and a sense of themselves. And then there's the matter of those feelings they confessed earlier in the astral plane

the line is covered in jellyfish by staroverlord 54k | M | WIP | Slow burn, Angst, Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together It's not all meadows and gentle breeze when the Arcane spits them out. Jayce and Viktor are stranded in a blizzard, and all there is is snow. As they struggle for survival, they also struggle with the state of their relationship, after everything that happened. A story of slowly rebuilding partnership and love, out there in the tundra

nobody here but us chickens by @antisocialfrog and @boomotherfucker 31k | E | Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Domesticity After the war, Jayce and Viktor are sent into exile. Jayce rents a cottage and buys a few chickens. They're chicken farmers now, or at least they try to be. In the midst of all this proximity and feelings they keep having to deal with. Can't resist the cottagecore vibes

Arranged Marriage AU

I'm weak for them, what can I say?

Cup Rune Over by surveycorpsjean 52k | E | King Jayce, Mage Viktor, Fantasy AU When peace is brokered between Piltover and Zaun, it is sealed with marriage. Viktor did not expect to be on the list of possible brides. Nor for his future husband to be so... palatable. A tale of falling in love, cultural differences and finding out that your husband is a nerd

heavy crown by vavavavoom 21k | E | Slow burn, Mutual Pining, Fake Dating of sorts Neither Jayce nor Viktor get to choose their spouse, when it comes to seal the peace between Piltover and Zaun. And Viktor is unreadable, secretive and overall a mystery to Jayce. And he's a great liar. Too good. And it unnerves him. Too much

Canon Compliant of sorts

Differential Burdens in Displacement by RhapsodyInWaves @yallstar 24k | T | Pining, Friendship, Feelings realisation The first time Jayce kisses him, Viktor is caught completely offguard. And then life goes on. As if nothing ever happened. Until Jayce kisses him again. And again. And again

the heart is hard to translate by jasspurr 7.5k | M | Fluff, Mutual Pining, Getting together, Love languages Viktor keeps doing things for Jayce. Many things. A myriad of things. And he can't quite figure out why

Alternate Universes

Coming Home (But Not to You) by queercatfan 119k | E | Modern Setting, College Professors, Friends to Enemies to Friends to Lovers Viktor comes back to Piltover and the Academy with the promise of a job and an office. Both are true. But the office is shared. Jayce Talis occupies half of it, along with enough bad blood, resentment and unconfessed feelings to make the room burst. Honestly what can I say about this fic that hasn't been said already? It feels like a warm hug in the back of my mind. The world is just... So FULL. And it has an even warmer sequel in Someplace New

Long, Long Time by TheTrickyOwl 40K | E | The Last of Us AU, you know the one, the third episode that felt like an entire movie | Domestic Fluff, Falling in Love Jayce falls into one of Viktor's trap. Viktor allows him to stay the night. Jayce never leaves. And they lived happily forever after, my hEART

The Oathbreaker by queercatfan 28.5k | WIP | E | Fantasy AU, Knight Jayce, Healer Viktor When Jayce nearly dies on a mission and breaks his leg, he is sent straight into the medical ward of the Palace in Piltover. That healer from Zaun intrigues him. Fascinates him. And there's more about him than meets the eye.

Love was the Law by ruinthatboy 7k | E | Season 2 Jayce meets season 1 Viktor, Smut, Angst The Anomaly sends Jayce too far back. To a time Viktor has not yet touched the Hexcore. To a time of partnership, affection and unconfessed love. And he can't go without getting a taste of it

I am, at my core, a slow reader, but I may update this list in a few months with more discoveries!

[tttt06]

a yuma smut, he manhandles and is very dom and tease, i see a lot of times when he tries to touch takis nipples and thights, as if its like starts on a family dinner where he cant get his hands off you and you try to be nonchalant about it but can, then at home he teases and yk… HEHEHEHE

I got you, pookie! Also, I see the K request, and I'm coming for you too!

Don't Touch Me

IdolYuma x Blackreader

Request are open! I reply quickly. Masterlist here

Synopsis~ Yuma can't help himself when it comes to teasing, even when you're with family.

Warnings~ Oral (recieving) Edging, nipple play, begging, ‘good girl’, cum play, spitting in mouth, mutual masturbation, overstimulation, squirting, teasing, softdomyuma, aggressive, rough, cockwarming, cumming on reader

Word count~ 3k

More Yuma

You pulled on your jeans as you looked in the mirror. Yuma was hustling around the house, looking for his keys. You twirled in the mirror as you asked, "Yuma baby? Does this make my butt look big?"

Yuma peeked into the bedroom and stared at your ass. He bit his lip with a silly smile. You said, "Stop staring at it."

Suddenly, the impact came down to your ass. Yuma watched it recoil as he said, "Your ass always looks fat."

You rolled your eyes as he walked closer. He roughly wrapped his hands around your waist and swayed, "What are the rules for the family dinner?"

You said, "Leave your shoes on in the house, eat with your hands, don't talk about sports."

He said, "Remind me again about the sports?"

You said, "Uncle Jim gets extremely angry about sports."

Yuma kissed you sweetly. You relaxed as you said, "I'm nervous." Yuma laughed, "Don't be. It's not the first time I've met your family."

You nodded, "Right, but they're embarrassing. Remember when my cousin got drunk from Henny and started drinking the Tabasco?!"

Yuma laughed, "That was super funny. I love how crazy your family is. It lets me know where you get it from."

He pinched your cheek before giving you another kiss. You batted your eyelashes at him as he lovingly stared into your eyes. You said, "Alright, let's go."

You knew Yuma was staring at your ass as you walked out of your apartment. Yuma put on his hoodie and followed you to his tinted car. You hopped in.

The drive was 45 minutes long. Nothing too crazy, just a lot of traffic. In true black fashion, you arrived late. 

You got in. Aunt Wendy hugged you, "My baby! How are you doing?"

She hugged Yuma next, and he laughed in her arms. You looked at Yuma with adoration as your older brother pinched your cheek.

"Hey, idiot." Yuma rejoined me as I threw a punch at my brother, "Fuck face."

My brother teased, "Say that a little louder. I don't think Mom heard you."

You rolled your eyes as you heard Yuma dap up your brother. You brought in the tray of Mac and Cheese and set it on the stove. "Thank you for making the Macaroni. I didn't feel like doing that shit."

You laughed as you hugged her tightly, "Hi, Mom."

She reached for Yuma and hugged him next. "Hey, cutie! How are you two?"

You felt Yuma's hand travel to your lower back as he said, "We're perfect."

Your Mom smiled as you heard your cousin JJ walk in. "HEY!"

He ran over and hugged you tightly. You were his favorite cousin, and he was yours. He lifted you and twirled you around. "Stop!"

He put you down and said, "Alright, where's all the alcohol, Auntie?"

Your Mom huffed, "Boy, you don't need no kind of alcohol after the shit you pulled last cookout."

You laughed, "Alcoholic."

JJ messed up your afro. You huffed as you carefully placed it back. Yuma laughed and kissed your cheek, "I'm gonna go hang out with Uncle Froggy, baby. I'll be back."

Yuma walked away, and you stayed with JJ and your Mom. JJ asked, "Who made the Mac?"

You raised your hand, "I did this month. Mommy didn't feel like it."

JJ cheered, "This ish boutta be a bomb."

You laughed at his filtered language when asked, "Mom, did you make the jerk chicken?"

She pointed toward the oven, and I cheered, "I love you!"

She laughed, "Alright, get the hell out of my kitchen. Ya'll in my way."

JJ and you ran out of the kitchen. Yuma was playing cards with your Uncle Froggy. Your Uncle Tommy left the bathroom. 

Uncle Tommy was from your Mom's side, while Froggy and Jim were from your Dad's side of the family.

Tommy, soft-spoken, said, "Hi, Y/N." He kissed your cheek, and you smiled, "Hi, Uncle Tommy."

He sat next to you on the couch, and JJ said, "Dad, did you already go to the store to get juice?"

He nodded, "Juice and Ice." You nodded, "Soda?" JJ shrugged, "I don't know."

You looked at Yuma as he cheered, "I won!"

Your Uncle Froggy said, "I ain't never seen cheating like this boy! Aye! JIMMY! Get your ass in here, and show this youngin' how it's done!"

JJ said, "Oh, Jesus. Go save Yuma."

You stood up as you grabbed Yuma away from Uncle Froggy, "Stop it! You gon' mess around and get Uncle Jim back in jail."

Uncle Jim looked at you with the 'Are you serious' face. You started laughing as he plucked your forehead. Your Mom said, "You can't take her phone away anymore. She's grown."

You nodded, "Yeah, I'm grown."

Uncle Froggy said, "She's grown when she is 62, and I'm dead. She's still little Cheekies to me."

Cheekies was your nickname in the family. You were notorious for your adorable cheeks.

They stuck with you as an adult, and you have the deepest dimples when you smile. You're still the baby of the family and forever will be.

Yuma said, "I'll help Mom set up the table."

Your Mom said, "Wow, thank you. My own son doesn't even do that."

Jaden, your older brother, stood up quickly. He followed Yuma to the dining room as your Uncle Froggy asked, "He doesn't hit you, right?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, "Uncle Froggy? I'd beat his ass if he did."

Uncle Tommy said politely, "He seems like an even-tempered kid. I like him."

You smiled, "He's silly." Uncle Jim said, "I like that boy. You know, before your Dad went to jail, he was abusive, too. We worry."

You smiled, "I know. Mom wouldn't let that happen to me. Neither would Jaden, JJ, or you guys."

Everyone turned to JJ. He was spread on the couch, taking a nap. You said, "Uncle Tommy, when you found out what Dad was like, what did you do?"

Tommy sighed as everyone laughed. Uncle Froggy said, "He beat his ass to a pulp. It was hilarious."

You smiled, "Watching your own brother get hit was funny?"

Uncle Jim said, "Well, our Mama told us we should never lay a hand on a woman. She said there were always men to protect them. Your Dad deserved that shit."

You slowly nodded. Your Mom called for the food, and everyone got up. You woke JJ up.

You sat beside Yuma while waiting for your Mom to make everyone's plate. 

She placed the plate in front of you, and JJ was already eating the Mac and cheese.

"MM! This shi- I mean ish is fire!" You laughed as you ate from your plate. You felt Yuma's hand on your thigh. You turned to him, thinking he needed something.

You were met with his wiggling eyebrows. You turned around and said, "Mom, the food is good."

She kissed your head before sitting down. "I really appreciate that."

Yuma's hand climbed higher as his thumb traced over your clit, "mm~."

A low hum left your throat, and you disguised it as love for the food. You said, "Uncle Jim, did you make the cheesecake?"

He turned to you, "I did. Excited for it?"

You nodded, "I am."

You felt him unzip your pants, and his finger rubbed against your panties. His fingers got warmer as you felt him closer to you.

You gripped his arm and gave him a look. He only smiled as he pulled away. JJ said, "The drink is good too."

Uncle Tommy said, "Yeah, I made the Piña colada's for you."

You cheered, "You know that's my favorite." Yuma smiled with adoration as you got excited, "I love it."

It wasn't long before you finished the food. 

You stood up to put your dish away, and Yuma followed. Yuma pressed you against the fridge and kissed you hungrily. You pushed him away, "Yuma!"

Both his hands were gripping your ass cheeks. You bit your lip, "Stop! Do that at home!"

He pulled away, giggling. You turned around to put your dish into the dishwasher, and Yuma lightly slapped your ass.

It wasn't as loud and hard as usual. Yuma was restricting himself because he knew how your family got. 

You rolled your eyes as you walked past him to rejoin the family. JJ said, "I gotta go. Reece and James are at the court for practice. I'm tryna join."

He hugged you and grabbed his keys, "I'll see you." He walked out, and your brother Jaden followed, "Hospital documents."

Your brother went into the kitchen for another round of dessert before leaving. Now, it was only you and the uncles. One by one, everyone started leaving. Yuma was glued to you like a sticker. 

He couldn't stop touching you, and when he sat down, you noticed the bulge in his sweats. You threw him a pillow, and he put it on his lap. You were nervous the entire time.

Yuma's the type to string you along to the bathroom and try to fuck you there. The thing is, your uncles are too observant for that.

Your Uncle Jim was furrowing his eyebrows when you returned from the kitchen together.

It was when you were finally getting ready to go. You knew you were in for a long night when Yuma grabbed those keys. 

The evil smirk on his face showed you everything you needed to know.

He hugged everyone goodbye alongside you, and you got in the car.

Yuma got in the driver's seat. You put on your seatbelt, and Yuma tightly gripped your thigh, "I've been holding this in all day, baby."

A long sigh escaped your lungs as Yuma said, "When we get home..."

Yuma isn't the type to make promises. Yuma's an idol and knows it's hard to be there consistently. 

That's why he gets this feral. This horny. He can't spend every day with you like he wants. You're under him every night.

When you got into your apartment, you switched on the light. Yuma followed behind you. You can feel him staring at your ass as you arched over to take your shoes off. Yuma said, "Leave them on."

You looked at him like he was crazy, "Leave my heels on?" He picked you up like it was nothing and led you straight to the bedroom. He smiled, "You looked so good in these."

You let him sink between your legs as he teased, "You have such a big ass, you know? It's hard for me to restrict myself."

You rolled your eyes. Yuma kissed your lips. His tongue slipping past yours in your mouth. It wasn't long before it was getting messy. Spit rolled down your cheek as you tangled your tongues together.

Your hands were in his messy blonde hair as Yuma started grinding into you. You let out a soft hum in his mouth as you sucked on Yuma's tongue.

Your body was on fire. You let your hands travel to Yuma's shoulders as his thrust got aggressive. He was panting against your neck as he teased your clit.

You moaned, "Yuma..." He stopped, noticing the way your grip tightened against him. Ou, he loved when you made that face.

The face when your eyes roll to the top of your head, and your mouth drops open. He knew you were about to climax, but he stopped. Why?

He wanted to make you shake. When you are edged long enough, you start to shake. He thinks it's so hot.

You whined, "Baby."

He laughed at your pout. "I know. But you tortured me all day. It's time for me to do the same."

He pulled off your shirt and played with your tits. He kissed all over your collarbone. You felt his hands travel to his back, and he took off your bra. 

His mouth was on your nipples, and you sucked in a breath. His tongue swirled around your sensitive nipples. Your back arched to get closer to his mouth. Yuma pulled away and looked at you, "You like that, don't you." He had a playful smirk on his face. 

You said, "Yuma! Stop teasing me!"

He laughed as he slid his hand down your thigh. You felt his hand trace your clothed folds.

You moaned at the feeling. Yuma smiled, "Baby. Look at me."

You looked him in those boba eyes. His smile was devious. His ears would always turn red when you two got intimate. It was adorable. It made you see your real boyfriend.

Yuma kissed your pants. "Please, take them off."

He smiled as he shook his head, "Nope." He popped the P to piss you off a little more.

Yuma licked over your covered clit. You whimpered from the small amount of pleasure you were getting.

You could barely feel him, but you felt the heat.

Yuma rubbed his thumb over your clit harshly as he licked at your covered hole. "Fuck. Yuma!"

Yuma didn't respond. He kept going. Your thighs wrapped around his neck, and your heels hit his mid-back.

Your breathing became irregular as you felt yourself about to cum. If you didn't say anything, Yuma wouldn't know, right?

Wrong.

Yuma likes to watch every movement. He's more observant than you think, and he notices your patterns. 

He knows when you arch your back, it's time. He pulled away as you whined. "Please, Yuma! I wanna cum."

Yuma said, "Touch yourself."

You shakily unzipped your pants and pushed them down as your fingers dug into your panties.

You slipped your fingers into your hole with ease. You didn't realize you were so soaked.

Yuma shook his head as he pulled your panties down to see you in action.

Your fingers were getting you off enough. Yuma knew that. He loved that. The way your hips were bucking into your hand for any release. 

He pulled his pants down, and you saw it. He was leaking.

He had already cum. From what? God knows. But his dick was soaked. You whimpered, "Yuma. I need you to touch me."

He mocked, "Oh, you need me to touch you? You should've said that at the family dinner."

He pulled you close by your legs. He started masturbating over your stomach. "Keep touching yourself."

His fist was tight around his dick as he pumped. His pumping was fast as he watched you touch yourself with intensity behind his eyes. "Open your mouth."

You opened your mouth as Yuma came all over you. Your stomach, your fingers, your mouth. You were close to your high, your hole going in and out from pleasure. 

Yuma snatched your hand. He licked the cum from your face, grabbed your cheeks, and spit into your mouth.

You swallowed, "Good girl."

Your breaths were shallow. Yuma kissed down your cum covered stomach. "I can't wait to beat my cum into you."

He swiped over your sensitive slit, and you moaned. "So sensitive, baby."

You were shaking as you begged, "Please, I need to cum. Please."

Yuma laughed lowly as he pressed a kiss to your clit. You moaned again. 

Yuma was deliberately slow with it. He sucked on your clit, dragging his tongue over your hole. You were about to lose it.

Yuma plugged his finger into your hole. Just one. One to keep you satisfied but not cumming.

You cried, "Please, faster."

Yuma ignored your request. He moved slower. His finger hit a spot that made you flinch. He looked up at your face to ensure he didn't hurt you.

Your eyes rolled behind your head with pleasure.

Yuma smiled as he went faster. He wanted to make you cum now. He had to see it.

He sucked harder as he fucked two fingers into you. You were panting and moaning. You chanted his name. "Yes! Yuma! Fuck!"

He aggressively shoved into you as the buildup from everything finally let loose. You were cumming non-stop under him.

He pulled his fingers out to watch it leak out from you. 

Your body was twitching and shaking. Yuma pulled your heels off and slid your skinny jeans down. 

He threw his shirt off. He was ready to enter you.

Though you were still going through your orgasm, he was going to overstimulate you.

You choked when you felt him enter you. He stretched you so good. Your pussy was filled with warmth, and your stomach was filled with butterflies. Your pussy fluttered, and Yuma groaned, "Fuck. Just like that."

Your legs were still shaking as Yuma spread your legs wider. You whimpered as Yuma went in strong.

His thrusts were heavy. Your body sinks deep into the mattress with every one. You were screaming his name into his shoulder. It was an attempt to muffle your sounds because of the neighbor's previous complaints.

Yuma was hard and rough. Your skin slapped against another as the knot in your stomach formed again. "Yuma! Something doesn't..... fuck! I think-"

When a watery consistency sprayed out of you, he paused. You were shaking and jerking against him. Your hands were shaking rapidly against his sturdy body.

Yuma asked, "Did you just squirt?"

He had that playful smile on his face as he looked at you. You whined, "I think so."

Yuma fucked you. His thrust was slower. He wanted to see that happen again. He loved that.

You were a shaking mess, in shambles. You were babbling as Yuma chased his own high. You cried, "Yuma! I'm gonna cum again!"

Yuma moved faster as he started cumming.

You followed suit. 

Yuma beat his cum into you as you whimpered. You felt his cum drip down to your tight asshole.

Yuma put in his last thrust before he let himself relax against you. He turned to his side and pulled you in close. His dick sank back into you as you whimpered.

"Relax, I won't do anything else."

You sighed in satisfaction. Yuma kissed your cheek, "You did great, baby. I will make you squirt again."

You groaned as you caught your breath, "Yuma..."

He laughed, "What? I can't make my baby squirt?"

You rolled your eyes. You moved to face Yuma and sunk his dick back into you. You both let out a sigh from the feeling. Your leg wrapped around his waist as you made out with him.

Yuma said between kisses, "I love you."

His hand squeezing your bare ass. You repeated, "I love you too, baby."

[mylovesstuffs]

FRI(END)S - Kim Taehyung

Genre: Non-idol au, bestfriends to lovers and romance

Pairing: Taehyung × fem!reader

Content: Love, comfort, slightest bit of angst, mutual pining, best friends in love, confession scene, domestic setting, fluff , bestfriend!taehyung, kiss and sweet physical intimacy (non-explicit)

Content Warning: Emotional vulnerability (e.g., fear of rejection, discussing insecurities), mild angst (e.g., tension in the confession scene, fear of losing the friendship), other than these there's no explicit content or heavy themes requiring further warnings

Word count: 2.04k+

A/N: Happiest birthday to our winter bear 🐻 we love you so much! I hope he's doing well in the military. I wonder if Jin and J-Hope will visit Tannies today. Also, I've made Joshua's oneshot for his birthday too so check that out as well.

And you were there on my lonely nights keeping me together, so wouldn't it make sense if I was yours and you could call me your baby? But we say we're just friends...just for now

You were no stranger to this room—the familiar scent of sandalwood mixed with hints of citrus lingered in the air. Taehyung had a thing for candles, and his apartment reflected that in abundance. Still, you hadn’t expected to find yourself here again, tucked under his favorite beige blanket while he strummed absentmindedly humming a tune that had yet to find its lyrics.

Your weekend plans were supposed to include lounging in your sweats, binge-watching some show you’d forgotten the name of. But one text—

“Come over, love.”

—and you were already slipping on your shoes and heading to his place.

It had always been like this with Taehyung. He was your best friend, your partner-in-crime, your favorite constant since 2009, when you first met in your awkward teenage glory. But somewhere along the way, lines had blurred, and your heart had started to ache in ways that best friends’ hearts shouldn’t.

-

“Why are you staring at me like that?” he asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You blinked, realizing your eyes had been fixed on the curve of his lips as he sang softly. He stopped playing and tilted his head, those dark brown eyes searching yours.

“I wasn’t staring,” you said defensively,“Your voice was just…nice.”

His brows raised, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Nice? That’s all I get? Should I be offended?”

“Fine,” you huffed, crossing your arms. “Your voice is stupidly amazing. Happy now?”

He chuckled, a sound that wrapped around you like a warm hug. “Much better.”

The evening rolled on like it always did between you two. Comfortable. Easy. He made you tea while you ranted about your coworkers, calling one of them a "walking HR violation," which made him nearly choke on his laughter. It was moments like these—normal, mundane moments—that always made you question how this wasn’t something more.

When he returned with your tea, he sat beside you, closer than necessary but not close enough to feel like too much. His knee bumped yours, and neither of you moved away. He sipped his tea quietly, but his eyes lingered on you as you spoke. You always had his full attention.

“You know,” he began after a moment, his voice soft yet tinged with something you couldn’t quite place, “you really should stop wasting your energy on them. They don’t deserve you.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s true,” he countered, leaning back against the couch but never breaking his gaze. “You’re too good for people like that. Too good for a lot of things, actually.”

You raised an eyebrow, your lips twitching in amusement. “Careful, Tae. People might think you actually like me or something.”

He didn’t laugh. Instead, his expression softened, his smile faltering just so slightly, and the air between you shifted. “What if I do?”

You blinked, caught off guard by the weight in his tone and not processing what he had just said. “Huh?”

“What if I do?” he repeated, his voice steadier this time but still so tender, “Like you. What if I’ve liked you all along?”

You stared at him, the tea in your hands growing colder by the second as you tried to process his words. “Tae…”

“Why do you always show up when I call?” he followed up to maybe urge you to think, there's no teasing edge to his voice.

“Now, what kind of question is that? You’re my best friend, Tae...Of course, I’m going to show up.”

He set his mug down with a sigh. His fingers fidgeted with the hem of his sweater—a tell you’d learned meant he was nervous and slightly frustrated. “That’s the thing,” he said, his eyes meeting yours. “You’re always here. And I’m always calling you because I—” He stopped, running a hand through his hair as if searching for the right words, “I don’t think I want to just be your best friend anymore.”

You blinked at him, unsure if you’d heard him right again—questioning your hearing ability, “What?”

“You don’t have to say anything,” his hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. The touch was light, fleeting, but it sent a warmth through you that had nothing to do with the tea. “I just… I need you to know. You’ve always been there for me, even when no one else was. And I can’t keep pretending that this—us—feels like just friendship.”

Your breath hitched as his words sank in. You wanted to say something, to tell him you felt the same, but the lump in your throat wouldn’t let you.

“I know it’s scary,” he continued, his hand lingering near your face before he pulled it back, resting it on his knee. “And I know it could change everything. But doesn’t it make sense? After all these years, after everything… doesn’t it make sense for us to be more?”

You want to tell him that it does make sense, it always has but nothing comes out of your mouth.

After you don't say anything at all, he let out a nervous laugh, shaking his head. “Forget I said anything—”

“No,” this time you voiced out interrupting him, now placing your mug down too and leaning closer. “Say it again.”

Shocked, his eyes searched yours, filled with a mixture of fear and hope. “I don’t want to be just friends anymore. I don’t think I’ve wanted that for a long time.”

Then the room fell silent, the weight of his final confession settling like a soft, undeniable truth in the air. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat echoing in the quiet room. His words replayed in your mind, intertwining with memories of the past—every stolen glance, every touch that seemed to hold a deeper meaning, every late-night conversation that left you wondering what if. You thought of those moments when the lines between friendship and something more blurred so effortlessly, leaving you breathless and confused. Now, with his words hanging between you, it all made sense—every laugh, every comfort he offered on your loneliest days, every unspoken feeling tucked into the corners of your shared history. And suddenly, the weight of it wasn’t heavy at all. It felt like coming home.

“Tae,” you whispered, tears stinging your eyes.

“Why are you crying?” he asked softly, concern etched across his face.

“Because I’m an idiot,” you said, letting out a watery laugh. “I’ve felt the same way, but I was too scared to say anything.”

He stared at you, his lips parting slightly as if trying to process your words. Then, in one swift movement, he closed the distance between you, pulling you into a hug so tight it felt like he was trying to hold you together from breaking.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he murmured against your hair, his voice breaking slightly.

“Because I was afraid that my feelings won't be reciprocated, you'll drift away,” you admitted, your hands clutching the back of his sweater. “I didn't want to lose you.”

“You could never lose me,” he said firmly, pulling back just enough to cup your face in his hands. His thumbs brushed away the tears streaming down your cheeks. “Not in this lifetime, love.”

Love.

His gaze flicked to your lips, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. Then, with a soft, “Can I?” he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was everything you hadn’t known you’d been waiting for.

It was warm and gentle, like a promise whispered in the quiet of dawn—a promise that neither of you had spoken aloud, but both had been carrying in your hearts for years. His hands cradled your cheeks with a tenderness that made your chest ache, the pads of his thumbs brushing against your skin to reassure himself that this moment was real. He held you close, but not too tight, as if giving you room to pull away if you wanted. You didn’t pull away. You couldn’t. Instead, you leaned into him, your heart racing yet somehow feeling entirely at peace. Your fingers found their way to his hair, threading through the soft, messy strands. The texture of it under your fingertips, the subtle way he shivered at your touch, sent warmth coursing through you.

You tugged him closer, closing the last fragile inches between you until there was no space left, no room for doubt or hesitation. His lips moved against yours slowly, unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to memorize the shape of you. Every touch felt deliberate, every movement careful, pouring years of unspoken feelings into this one kiss.

It was vulnerable not desperate. His breath mingled with yours, shaky and uneven, but it made you feel grounded, like you belonged right there in his arms. The world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the quiet hum of his presence, the soft brush of his lips, and the steady thrum of your heartbeat that seemed to echo his own.

When he finally pulled back, just an inch, his forehead rested against yours. His breathing was ragged, his gaze still heavy-lidded and vulnerable. But the way he looked at you—made you feel like the most loved person in the world.

“So,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips, “does this mean we’re putting the end in friends?”

You laughed, swatting his arm lightly. “That was terrible.”

“Yeah, but it made you laugh,” he said, grinning.

-

Later that night, after he’d handed you a bouquet of flowers he’d somehow hidden in his kitchen, because of course, the hopeless romantic that he was—you found yourself back on his couch. His arm was draped lazily over your shoulders, pulling you just close enough that you could feel the warmth of his body pressing into yours.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a single lamp casting golden hues across his sharp features. His thumb traced absentminded circles over your shoulder, sending gentle sparks up your spine. You tilted your head to glance at him, and the smile on his lips was crooked, almost shy and then his boxy smile, but his eyes told a different story, a gaze so deep and intent that it left you breathless.

“You’re staring,” you teased softly, though your own eyes lingered far longer than than him.

“Can you blame me?” he murmured, his voice low and warm, tinged with that deep timbre that always seemed to melt you.

You felt your cheeks heat under the weight of his gaze, and before you could respond, he leaned in, his nose brushing against yours in a touch so soft it almost wasn’t there. His free hand moved to your knee, his fingers resting lightly but firmly, like he was testing the waters.

“Taehyung,” you whispered, his name falling from your lips like a secret you weren’t sure you were supposed to say.

He chuckled quietly, the sound rumbling against your skin as he shifted just a little closer. “Hmm?”

“I can hear your heart racing,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, it’s racing,” he admitted, his smile widening just enough to make your stomach flutter. “But so is yours.”

His words hung in the air, a quiet challenge wrapped in sweetness, and without thinking, you leaned into him, resting your head against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, grounding, and as you closed your eyes, his lips pressed a feather-light kiss to your hairline.

“You know,” he began softly, his voice dripping with a teasing undertone, “I think I’m going to keep hiding flowers around the house. Just so I have an excuse to see that look on your face again.”

You laughed, your voice muffled against his shirt, and he tightened his hold on you, “that's ridiculous.”

“Is it? I think you'll love it every time,” he countered, grinning as his hand slid to gently tilt your chin up, his eyes locked on yours. You didn’t deny it. How could you, when being there, wrapped in his arms, felt like the most natural thing in the world?

Friends don't say words that make friends feel like more than just friends, just for now...now I'm over pretending, so let's put the end in friends ~ FRI(END)S

[turn3tifosi]

I. knowing me, knowing you

oscar piastri x childhood best friend!reader

first loves don't last, and break-ups aren't always dramatic fights

series masterlist | main masterlist

It was so lovely. So innocent, so carefree. You were each other's first loves, bound together by a thread that started in childhood and wove through the years. From neighboring houses in the sunny suburbs of Australia to a cramped but cozy apartment in bustling London, you were inseparable.

"We see each other more than we see our families, even when we're back home in Australia," he remarked one evening, his eyes crinkling with that familiar smile as you kissed him goodnight and headed back to your parents'.

True love, you once believed, could conquer anything. But sometimes, true love means letting each other go, knowing deep down that you can't provide what the other truly needs. You knew yourself, and you knew Oscar.

You yearned for stability, the comfort of a partner who would return home every night to share dinner and gossip with you in the kitchen. Oscar, with his career in racing that took him everywhere, could never be that constant presence.

He, on the other hand, craved someone who could stand by him at the tracks, sharing in his triumphs and consoling him in his defeats. You supported him as best you could, but your commitments to university and career aspirations meant you couldn't always be there.

"So, this is it then?" Oscar's voice was tinged with resignation as he sat across from you in the familiar kitchen of your shared apartment. You looked at him, really looked at him, and saw not just the man he'd become, but glimpses of the boy who once picked flowers for you in the playground, the teenager who vowed every win would be dedicated to you. His laughter echoed in your mind, mingling with the tears you'd shed together on difficult nights.

"There's nothing else we can do, Osc." Your voice was calm, almost too calm, a tone that he had come to associate with moments of quiet anger or disappointment. He remembered the fights, rare but intense, like the one where you couldn't make it to his most crucial race. You weren't one to yell, but when your usually bubbly voice turned flat, it spoke volumes.

"I don't blame you for not being able to be there," Oscar began, his voice thick with emotion. "And I hope you don't blame me for needing someone who can." His words hung heavily in the air, a mutual understanding that neither of you could fault the other for their dreams and desires.

"This has been beautiful, hasn't it?" you whispered, the weight of finality settling over your shared space. "Our friendship will always be incomparable." The tears you'd been holding back threatened to spill over, matching the silent tracks that marked Oscar's face.

He reached out, instinctively, his hand seeking yours. "I think I should go, Osc," you said softly, pressing a kiss to his knuckles before pulling away, your heart heavy with the ache of farewell.

As you left the apartment that had been a sanctuary for your shared dreams and memories, you couldn't help but glance back one last time. The space felt emptier now, devoid of the laughter and whispered confidences that had once filled its corners. Yet, amidst the sorrow, you held onto the hope that letting go would someday lead you both to the happiness and fulfillment you sought, even if it meant finding it apart.

Author's note: Part 1 of my ABBA inspired fics!!!!

[kiestrokes]

Day 9: Accismus | NSFW

▸ Idol: Kang Yeosang of ATEEZ x best friend/fiance!Reader/You/Yn ▸ Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. ▸ Genre: another WIP from the graveyard, smut. arranged marriage AU. ▸ Vibe: Yeosang and OC have been friends since thirteen, meeting at a Gala both of their families were attending. Yeosang's grandmother has requested the two of them marry by age twenty-five if neither has found no other suitable partner. ▸ Warnings: mutual pining, original character pov (she is unnamed at this time), some cursing from reader, Yeo is an angel and would never curse.

Sexually Explicit Content: semipublic sex (they're in Yeosang's grandmothers guest house), kissing, biting, sexual intercourse (penis in vagina), missionary and cowgirl positions, no condom, Yeosang does pull out, some mild orgasm control (OC to Yeosang), sexual tension.

🗝️ Note: Has not beta-ed by me or anyone else. THIS IS A WIP! (it is wipmas) It is not complete; this is very much a rough outline/first run through. I wrote this last summer sometime, but lost my steam to finish it pretty quick due to a position change at work.

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

「 25 Hours: Hard, Soft and WIP-mas Masterlist 」

Yeosang finds her sprawled out hiding in the pool house and trails his fingers up her bare leg.

She groans, "Yeo please, I'm overstimulated enough."

He sits down beside her on the daybed to remove the arm from across her eyes, she blinks at him. Quietly noting the lust in his eyes, how his shirt is unbuttoned, the sleeves rolled up and when she makes it back to his face she gasps as he leans down to kiss her for the second time today.

"Yeosang,'' she moans into his mouth, hands diving into his hair.

He groans back, hand cupping her face and pulling her up against his body. She climbs partially into his lap and he moans collecting her to him.

"All day, you've driven me mad with your shy responses to me," he huffs as she tilts his head back to kiss down his Adams apple.

Yeosang moans and fists her dress in desperation to have her full weight on him.

"ME!"

Yeosang wails in frustration when she pins him to the back of the headboard, lifting his hips so she falls into place completely straddling him.

"You have been tormenting me for weeks with all your little touches Yeo!"

He smiles smugly at her, "I know, and you're so cute when you're flustered."

She gapes at him, "Yeo-"

"I don't want to argue, please it has been a long day, come here and let me release both of our tensions."

Yeosang begs, tugging her up his body and straining against her arms to close the distance. She relents and Yeosang's hand dives into her hair devouring her in a kiss. She whimpers and whines and Yeosang can't take the little noises. His hand tightens in her hair to press her harder into his lap.

He moans her name.

She huffs at his blatant display of need, "we're in your grandmother's pool house!"

Yeosang kisses and nibbles across her clavicle, rubbing himself against her like some hormonal teenager.

"She's lying down for a nap, and the curtains are drawn."

She meets Yeosang's eyes, seeing how fucked out he is before his head tilts worriedly.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

She groans, pressing her forehead to his, "Yeo, I want you more than you want me, I want this."

Yeosang dips his head to kiss her again, turning her so she's lying back on the bed, "I don't know if that's necessarily true."

He leans with one knee on the bed as she watches him remove his buttondown.

"I do want you," she counters, as he tosses is shirt onto the coffee table.

"That's not what I was arguing against."

She sits up on her elbows as he unbuckles his pants and drops them to the ground unceremoniously to prove his point.

Leaving him standing in his boxers, erection strongly outlined, "I want you more."

Yeosang swallows hard as she ravages him with her eyes. Once her gaze completes its journey back to his he slips onto the bed between her legs. She welcomes him, hand slipping up his toned biceps, down his back as he slots himself between her legs.

Hiking up her dress to reveal her damp panties he moans uninhibitedly as one of her hands drifts down to finger the outline of his cock. She cants when he drags two fingers down her clothed cunt, tucking into the side of them and moaning at the dampness he finds inside.

"Jagiya-"

"Yeosang-"

"I'm here."

"Hurry."

Yeosang tugs down his boxer briefs kicking them off, before delicately dragging her panties down her legs. She goes to untie the straps of her dress when he grabs her forearm with one hand.

"No leave it on."

So she does, arching an amused brow at this discovery. Yeosang waste no time as he lines himself up, with her flushed and soft and something so naturally feminine underneath him.

Yeosang bites his lip to withhold a moan at the sight. Rubbing himself through her arousal, swirling the tip at the entrance. Reveling in how her breathing deepens from his intimate touch, her breasts threatening to spill over the top of her dress.

That is until she impatiently hooks her calves into the back of his thighs and tugs him forward. They collectively gasp in pleasure as just the swollen head breaks just inside her fluttering pussy. Yeosang lifts his eyes to meet hers as he rolls his hips forward in one stroke, filling her quickly, entirely. She trembles at the stretch, legs spasming around his hips.

Yeosang's eyes lid as he gazes down at her, thrusting deeper, reangling to stretch the sensitive spot at her entrance she'd mentioned one time in a drunken overshare.

"Fuck," she lets out a strangle groan.

Yeosang sets a firm pace, pulling out slowly and thrusting leisurely back in to the hilt, opening her to his girth. Abdomen tense with an exercised restraint as his gaze is trained on their coupling parts; loving how her pussy puckers as he pulls out, clutching to his cock, that glistens in her essence,

"Yeo," she gasps finally breaking the trance.

Yeosang bows over her for a kiss, snapping his hips quickly a few times

"You feel so good, so-so good," he whines, burying his face in her neck when she locks her legs around his back and rubs against him.

They nearly glued together, with the slightest pull out and thrust back in. Yeosang panting into the hollow of her throat as her hips shakily meets his thrusts. He circles his hips once deeply inside causing her to arch into him. So he does it again and again, pulling back to look at her with one hand cupping the nape of her neck, the other fisting the pillow beside her head.

"Yeosang-ahhh," her eyebrows furrow as he continues to repeat the motion.

"Does it feel good?"

Yeosang knows it does he can feel her pussy sucking him in, how it trembles at the at his teasing gyrations. But he wants to hear her, have her vocally confirm that she is enjoying this as much as he is, more than he is.

"Mmmf," she turns her head shyly, and he gasps a shocked laugh.

"No need to get embarrassed now jagi, you're greedily taking me in, don't know if I can ever leave," he grunts as she squeezes him again internally and with her thighs, "gonna come for me?"

"Yes," she whines still not looking at him.

Yeosang moans her name himself, half in pleasure and other in mild frustration, "ahhh, please look at me."

He gently grabs her jaw and she meets his eyes as her body tightens. Yeosang starts snapping his hips again, giving them both a break from the taunting circles. He breathes a surprised laugh when he feels her hands on his ass, nails biting in, her legs fanning open to take him deeper.

"Thats it, enjoy me, enjoy this, ahhh-ah," Yeosang's own hips stutter briefly as he nearly loses it at the sight and feel of her.

How the straps of the dress fall off her shoulder, the swells of her breasts bounce, he presses his forehead to hers.

"Where do I need to come?"

"Where do you want to come?" She whispers strained as he continues to stroke her towards completion.

Yeosang moans and kisses her again. Driving into her as she cries out in his mouth, her insides seize so he rocks harder, swallowing her cries and losing himself until he's panting raggedly against her mouth as she claws at his back.

"Yeosang," she cries, her body arches eyes pinched shut as he frantically thrusts into her tightening cunt.

"Jagiya, so close" he chants, willinging himself to just wait a couple more strokes.

Yeosang can't get over this feeling, how slick she is, how intimately she hugs his cock, how he never even dreamed of having her this way. He tells her these things and she moans in response, quiet little "hngh" and "ahh" sounds that drive Yeosang madder.

Her hands gliding into his hair, grasping it tightly, so suddenly, in a way that makes him cry out in a broken moan. Allowing her to flip him back against the headboard, their bodies never parting as she slots her thighs next to his hips to start riding him.

Yeosang grunts tugging the bows holding the straps of her dress loose and pulling the top down so that her breasts are thrust up by her own clothing, bouncing freely as she rides him hard.

"Jagi," he moans, a look mirroring pain on his face "----" he says again and she feels him stiffen, hands clutching her hugs hard.

"Not yet yeo, 'm so close, just a little more."

Yeosang moans and draws her to him so he can drill his hips upwards, she falls apart finally, going limp in his arms squeezing his cock in pulsations as her orgasm hits. He grits his teeth as her release coats him in a mind altering warmth, enticing out his own.

Yeosangs cries out, barely pulling her hips off his cock and lying her back on the bed before he is spraying release over her exposed thigh

"Aghhh," Yeosang groans, collapsing back against the headboard.

His eyes squeezed shut as fucks his still squirting erection into his loose fist, jaw slack, panting and whining her name.

She watches with unbridled excitement as his cock twitches and squirts. Letting out a giggle at the sight of him so wrecked, and all from her. Yeosang's gaze cuts to her and she laughs harder as his body jerks in response to their eye contact. He sighs hips stilling as he releases one final ejaculation over his now tightened fist. She licks her lips, eyeing his spent dick, he huffs a laugh, face breaking out into a shy smile.

Bashful both from his own horniness and from her current appearance. Dress only covering her stomach, breasts flushed, nipples winking at him, pussy wet with her heavy release, so swollen and puffy, inner thigh marked with his cum, and her face, lips kiss bitten, eyes bright. Yeosang's groin tightens and he needs to get away before he loses his willpower, again.

"Stay here, I'll grab a towel to clean you up."

© COPYRIGHT 2021 - 2024 by kiestrokes  All rights reserved. No portion of this work may be reproduced without written permission from the author. This includes translations. No generative artificial intelligence (AI) was used in the writing of this work. The author expressly prohibits any entity from using this for purposes of training AI technologies to generate text, including without the limitation technologies capable of generating works in the same style or genre as this publication. The author reserves all rights to license uses of this work for generative AI training and development of machine learning language models.

[hanniebanggi]

i love you • j.ww

genre: fluff

not proofread ! this is so rushed, i listened to this song and just decided to write this. it 3 am here btw lol.

stolen stares, stolen glances.

that's what wonwoo and y/n were used to.

or they got used to it.

wonwoo's heart beats so fast as if he is running a thousand miles with every touch of their lips, with every romantic touch, the burning desire for each other.

"won, what are we?"

"what do you mean?"

"you know what i mean." y/n said as they lie down on wonwoo's chest, sitting on a tub full of water and bubbles. both naked and fragile.

"we're friends. you're gyu's sibling. of course we're friends."

y/n sighed as they stood up, leaving the bathtub, covering theirself with a towel and leaving the bathroom.

"really? you're unbelievable."

he wishes. oh, how he wish he could put a name to what the two of you really are.

fuck the bro code.

no.

fuck being a coward.

he loves y/n so much. since he first saw y/n when they moved in front of his home.

he knows he loves y/n. y/n knows that as well. and its just a matter of when he is going to say it.

its been 5 years.

"5 years. five years of sharing kisses, five years of fucking. and dont fucking tell me its all normal because i know its not. im not a kid anymore. say it."

"s-say what?" wonwoo said as he followed y/n.

"be true to youself for once! you've said it to me when you're drunk. why not say it to me now that you're sober?"

tears on the verge of falling, as your hands are clenched on the towel that's covering y/n.

how he hates seeing you cry. but he hates it more when he's the reason of it.

"i-i—"

ten seconds became twenty. thirty. a minute. no words came out after that.

wonwoo stuttered, standing in front of them with head hanging low.

"you know what? nevermind. how long do i have to wait? do i always need to beg for you?"

"im sorry."

y/n hit his chest, all the frustration, and the mutual pining that could've solved with just one word.

"i love you."

.

.

.

y/n said.

"that's all i want to hear from you. but it looks like i'm just wasting my time, no?"

"im sorry. im sorry." wonwoo's voice quivered, as if something pulled his heartstrings and completely broke it.

"and im tired. this is the last time im going to see you for this bullshit. i want you. but not like this! i want your love. i want it all. and i know you wanna give it to me but why can't you?"

only sniffles were heard. and footsteps leaving the house.

wonwoo sat on the bed as y/n left. looking at the piece of jacket that was forgotten.

"i love you. i do. im sorry im such a coward. im sorry. i wanna give you everything. i really do. please... please—"

his voice squeaked as he took the jacket and placed it on his lap.

" —come back."

stolen stares, stolen glances.

that's what wonwoo is used to. or he got used to.

as he clapped along the huge crowd. celebrating your engagement with his brother, chan.

as the crowd's cheer died down. wonwoo reached out for the two.

"congratulations." he said as he hugged the two.

"i love you." wonwoo muttered.

"you finally said it—" chan said after wonwoo removed his embrace.

"— for the first time in my life, i heard my brother say i love you to me,this is crazy.'

"thank you, wonwoo." y/n said.

"no problem." he said with a small smile as he looked at them.

'i love you.'

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - uhhh... so i lied.

genre: angst

[demigod-of-the-agni]

Also remember the mutual rpf me and soup were writing and you're my assistant in that

Its going again and youre being made 10 times more evil too do you want any specific characterisation

Also hi hello love how are you hows life hows your blorbo son

ghost omg hello diva !!!! gibing you kisses mwah mwah. i've been fine and so is blorbo son, how are you??!!!! holy shit yessss i love being even more evil, especially with u !!!!!!! what evil things are we doing boss 🥺🥺

hmm rn my hobby is collecting shells so... could i be like a hoarder? maybe? we do evil things and we're interacting with different people and at the end of the day i've stolen a bunch of little things from people. true to the agni name, i've taken all the offerings

also random animal sounds. cartoonishly making random sounds when you encounter me :333

[hey-august]

A Line from Me to You - Chapter 6

Description: Buggy finds a peculiar book on his ship. Enticed by the words contained on each page, the pirate opens up. Anonymity leads to vulnerability. What else will come from this? (Chapter 1 ... Chapter 5, check out the story tag for all the chapters)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: buggy x afab!reader, this chapter is SFW, a little bit of a fluffy build up before we get back to the spice, no use of y/n, the story within a story is a little longer than usual

A/N: So so sorry for the long delay between chapters!! The next chapter is already in the works and will have more spice. We're looking at 2-3 more chapters to wrap up this story.

Tag list: @lostfirefly @rorywritesjunk @theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

The worries about your reading buddy’s spice tolerance were long gone, replaced by other issues preoccupying your mind and body. You were suffering from common affliction that often flared up in the presence of a romance book.

With every flip of a page, the words buried themselves deeper and deeper in your head, spindly roots that made it ever harder to detangle yourself from fiction. You would look for signs of affection and tender gestures everywhere - any little bump or shove, eye contact that lasted no longer than usual, someone calling your name - anything could send your heart fluttering in its gilded ribcage. 

Based on past experiences, the romance-induced delirium would be temporary. The antidote would be Kas and Jasid fully committing to their mutual love for each other. Unfortunately, they continued to smother their true feelings under the mock relationship that served as another layer of protection on the journey. Despite the hurried kisses, frantic touches, and long moonlit nights spent in bed together, Kas’ thoughts always returned to her future husband.

The couple sat at the small table, accompanied by two cups of coffee that tasted like river water and a flakey pastry. Kas looked off to the side where an older couple had crammed themselves on the same side of their own table. Years of love were etched deeply into their faces, yet their joy overflowed as tinkling laughter danced around the room. Jasid studied Kas’ face. Morning light bouncing off of the river was reflected in her eyes, ebbing and flowing with her emotions. A wistful smile played on her pink lips, fragile and full of longing. The trip had been long and arduous.  While the princess wouldn’t admit it took a toll on her, the soft-spoken figure that climbed into Jasid’s bed at night would whisper confessions in the spaces between falling tears. Laments about the field of flowers she would spend many summer afternoons in, the friends who tried to ease the pain of leaving by offering empty promises about visiting, and worries about her new life and the character she had yet to face. When her whispers fell into silent cries, mourning the lack of familiarity and comfort, Jasid could only hold her close. He never had the words that could ease such pain. Jasid reached out, pulled a flower from the small porcelain vase in the middle of their table, and shortened the long stem with a pinch. He only had to say the princess’ name for her to look at him with those beautiful eyes that soaked into his skin like moonlight. Upon seeing the flower, Kas tilted her head slightly and bit her lip, trying to tamp down a growing grin. Jasid tucked the bloom behind her left ear, hoping she didn’t feel his hand shake when he pushed the hair away from her face. “It’s beautiful, Jassy,” Kas complimented. She admired the flower she couldn’t see anymore by letting her fingertips drift along the petals. After a moment, her expression flickered. “I wonder if my husband will give me flowers like this…” “I’m sure he will, Kas,” Jasid responded. Confidence bolstered the claim, hiding the rotting frame and unsaid words. Jasid would plant Kas a field of flowers she asked him.

Your heart ached with how adorable and bittersweet the moment was. The cure to your malady was so close. If only Kas would admit that she was afraid her betrothed would be nothing like her beloved bodyguard. If only Jasid told Kas that he would love her the way she deserves. Unfortunately, there was still more than a third of the book left and the antidote wasn’t in the following chapter either.

Finally finished with reading your portion of the book, you needed to get ready for the day. You bent the corner of the page and then cringed. Unfolding the corner, you attempted to press out the crease. Rubbing your nail against the mark was no match for years of habit. Shit, it was still very noticeable and obvious. 

For a brief moment, you wondered if more damage would hide the dog-ear. The idea was followed by a twinge of guilt and confusion. Guilt because it would feel like lying to the other reader. Confusion because why would you feel bad about lying to a faceless entity. Then came acceptance - they weren’t just a faceless entity, but a faceless friend. Resigning to the mistake, you scribbled an unnecessarily extravagant apology.

“Dearest reader, I offer my deepest and most sincere regrets for defacing our shared reading material like this. It was a crime of passion and habit, and I assure you that it will not happen again. I humbly ask for your mercy and forgiveness. PS - I really am sorry.”

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Today, you were on shared laundry duty. While each member of the crew was responsible for cleaning their personal clothes, performance outfits, costumes, rags, and textiles in the common areas were maintained through shared chores. You were first tasked with collecting dirt, sweat, and blood soaked clothes from the green room, dressing rooms, and wardrobe cubbies.

Along the way, you came across a vanity with a small bouquet from a show earlier in the week. The flowers had seen better days and were destined for the bin, so you teased out the blossom with the most life left and tucked it behind your ear. Looking in the mirror, you adjusted your hair so the flower was visible. It was small and a little droopier than you expected, but the purple blossom made you happy.

It wasn’t long before the canvas laundry bag was piled high and too difficult to hoist on your back. After another pair of trousers, striped socks, and a billowing dress, you reluctantly dragged and pulled your way to the washroom. You arrived red-faced and more sweaty than glistening. Gratefully, you passed off the hefty load of laundry and reviewed the rest of the cleaning plans. Refreshing the dirty garments would take a few hours, allowing you time to grab a meal and do other busy work before you were due to hang the wash.

You exited the soap filled room and immediately entered someone’s personal space. A quickly improvised dance ended with gloved hands on your shoulders and yours gripping their forearms for more stability.

“Shi- Sorry, Captain. I wasn’t looking where I was going!” The apology bubbled quickly while the heat in your face increased.

“Obviously,” Buggy retorted quickly. “I mean, looks like you’ve been busy.”

The muscles under your hands tensed as he spoke. Cool eyes darted across your face and then looked away. Then back to you and away again.

“You’ve got some shit in your hair,” he mumbled. Taking one hand off your shoulder, he reached up and dragged a bit of fuzz out of the strands that wanted to keep their treasure. Buggy pinched the fluff in front of your face before rubbing his fingers and dropping it. “Hold on, there’s more…”

You stayed silent, unsure what to say as your captain pulled out another piece of lint, a sequin, and a few small downy feathers that had escaped from the more extravagant costumes you collected. It was rare for you to get this close to him and you couldn’t resist the opportunity to steal glances of the person you admired the most. 

This show of rugged softness is what drew you to your captain and always in need of repeat performances. Sure, Buggy would often cuss out and insult his crew, but that was the thorny disguise his care hid behind. Behind his words and actions was someone who inspired his crew to live the lavish lives they craved. Who pushed them to practice past tears so they were as talented and extravagant as he believed them to be. Who took the time to care for his crew, even if it included picking out random debris from their hair.

Buggy’s eyebrows were furrowed and his nostrils flared in concentration. Bright red butterflies swarmed upwards, tickling your stomach, chest, and throat. Looking lower, his lips moved along with the quiet mumbling as he spoke to himself. His face paint looked fresh. It was thick in some areas - you could see the drag from bristled brushes and patches where he applied it with rushed fingertips. He hadn’t shaved and blue prickles of facial hair decorated his chin and…

Your examination was cut off by a hand on your chin. Buggy tilted your face this way and that, up and down, around and around in circles, pretending to look at every angle multiple times until you laughed and swatted him away.

“Wait, wait, wait, I see another!” A floating hand dodged your block.

“Oh no, my flower,” you said, recognizing the limp purple foliage held between Buggy’s thumb and pointer.

Buggy squinted at what he was holding and then looked at you, his aqua eyes swimming with mock concern. “This is trash.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You moved to take the flower, but it was too weak to exchange hands and tore.

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You finished the brief chat with your captain still very red-faced and out of breath, but no longer due to physical exertion. Raking your hair back, you felt the shadow of your captain’s careful ministrations. Every thought that lingered and tiptoed back towards memories would cause a hitch in your throat. You needed fresh air.

The rest of your free time was spent with a light lunch of overly salty soup and extra crusty bread, chugging room temperature water, and checking the weather to make sure rain wasn’t on the way.

In the quiet after eating, you took a moment to string up the laundry line. A snake of string lights still clung to the mast of the ship, still offering brightness during dark nights after the exuberant party from last month. The romantic malady in your mind called out to the butterflies in your stomach, begging them to dance with the memories of the party and sharing drinks with your captain.

The fresh air wasn’t helping anymore and you needed to get back to work. As you headed towards the washroom, you walked past the book’s swap spot and were happy to see the novel must be in someone else’s hands.

The washroom was empty, even the suds had vacated their homes as wet puddles turned into damp spots. Soaking, lathering, washing, and wringing must have gone faster than planned, even including the steps that had to be repeated. Waiting for you in the room were a few piles of damp laundry on the benchtops, which was hastily folded to give the guise of organization.

Also sitting on a bench was something else. Something purple. Tissue paper twisted and manipulated into the shape of a blossom just waking up for the first time.

You grazed the folded petals, thinking of the hands that had enough skill and dexterity to create a delicate flower that wouldn’t wilt. Of the person who wanted to replace the purple flower you were wearing in your hair.

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Dead Doves were Born to be Eaten

YellowJewl

Summary:

Here is chapter 2/2 of the continuation fic to Sleeping with Spiders, I hope you're happy you little nasties. We're back and gorier than ever It's fucked, real fucked. There is murder, smut, violence, if you are not comfortable with these themes, don't worry it's not going to hurt my feelings if you scroll on by, I'll still love you.

Chapter 2

Their ecological role is to be prey,” said some doctor during a nature documentary, you had only turned on for the background noise. “They are born to be eaten, and humans are just one of their predators. Hunting has not caused any decline in the various dove species.” Its true, the bird's populations remain resilient, mostly because of their prolific reproduction methods. They’re basically flying rabbits. Commonly, producing only a pair of eggs for each nest, a mating pair will produce up to five broods of young annually, nesting from March until November. Eggs take just 2 weeks of incubation to hatch.

So in short you don't feel as bad about hunting them as you once did. The guilt that once weighed down your shoulders like a ton of bricks every time you grabbed your rifle for a hunt, that made you suffer through countless, meatless dinner nights with only the vegetables you grew from your amateur garden and instant ramen you had picked up from your bimonthly trip to town, to fill your stomach, had all passed. You were able to rationalize it now. It was okay.

They were born to die and be eaten.

You inhale a breath of crisp air into your lungs, it smells overwhelmingly like the pine trees surrounding you in this moment. As you exhale you take the time to level your rifle and aim while you prepare to shoot.

Since moving up here, so much has changed in these past few months. A part of you was worried that the isolation would get to you, that years of living in the city in your comfy apartment, would have made you too soft for this life. But in truth you loved it. You found your cabin to be cozy and charming. The chirping of birds and the delicate rustle of the leaves caused by the mountain breeze turned out to be quite relaxing while you painted. As far as finding being lonesome went, well…

He did stop by quite often, so you wouldn't say that you were all alone.

You had met him some months ago, right before you had decided to move up here. Your first meeting was… unconventional to say the least. But he had expressed great interest in your artwork and you found his talents to be quite entertaining as well. You wouldn't call it love, in your opinion you were both just a little bit too twisted for such a sentiment, instead a mutual fascination was born the the night the two of you crossed paths. 

Still, who could say that it was merely fascination that led him to your cabin time and time again, only to end up buried between your thighs, bloodied knife in hand and a breathy moan that resembled your name rolling off his tongue. 

You were grateful for him. For he was the one who awakened the real you. There was an ugly truth within you that your parents had shamed into hiding. The part of you that had only ever been let out of her cage when you painted. The girl who loved gore and horror, the girl who created truly horrific and blood curdling pieces, the girl who's toes curled in ecstasy whenever he would plunge a kitchen knife into your abdomen and slowly cut off your air supply as he choked you with only one hand. 

Being with him was like living, breathing art. A verse by one of the greats,  Being touched by him felt like poetry;

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed

And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The man was an insatiable sadistic.

And you were a monster.

You entered the log cabin with ease as the door was left open by its former occupant. The strong scent of iron gave away the presence of blood within your home. 

 Without even giving him a glance you let out an amused laugh. "Bringing your work home with you?" You joked.

"Not my home. Your's ." He responds with a smile.

"Hitchhiker or hunter?" You ask, your voice calm and level. It was casual, the conversation had a certain ease to it, as if you were chatting about what you would cook for dinner as you unloaded the groceries. The thought was so sickeningly domestic. 

You dump the dead bird carcasses on your counter.

"Hitchhiker. Picked him up on way here."

He doesn't turn to look at you as he speaks. From the moment you met him, you found the man before you to be unequivocally beautiful. With his raven black hair that falls just above his shoulders in length and frames his pale face and short stature. He was probably just below five foot if you had to guess. But despite his stature he possessed an almost lethal aura about him and when his sharp grey eyes dart to meet yours, fear itself almost made you turn tail and run when you had first encountered him. Now, his back faces you as he hunches over the young man tied and gagged to one of your dining room chairs. 

You approach Feitan from behind, wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling him affectionately, "that's hot." You tell him, feeling up his chest from over the long robes he's clothed in.

He grunts. "Mmm..." You continue to nuzzle him while you whisper sweet nothings in his ear. 

With razor sharp precision and speed, your lover plunges the knife into the man, you sigh dreamily. The victim screams out in pain, the stab wound wasn't enough to kill him, it was just deep enough to keep the game going.

In a second chair, you hear a whimper and turn to be greeted with the sight of a young woman, she looks thrown about and frightened. The victim's girlfriend you suspect, sobs as Feitan continues with his torture.

"Stop, please stop!" She begs, "I'll do anything. I'll... I'll give you anything you want." Tears stream down her beet red face, leaving stains of mascara running down her cheeks. A pitiful sight indeed but, one you know the man you are draped over would enjoy quite a bit.

 You turn and smile at her, "hush. He likes it when you scream, I don't recommend it unless you want it to be your turn sooner."

Her pupils dilate in terror as she goes silent, heeding your warning. Leaving the two of you continue to torment the now unconscious man, severing a finger every so often to awaken him from his slumber.

"Let me grab a drink. I'll be right back." You tell him too casually as if the two of you were simply sitting on the couch together watching a movie. You rush to the kitchen and reach into the cupboard to grab something you were saving for a while. Clear liquid sloshes around in the bottle as you giddily rush back to the atrocities in the living room.

You throw your head back as you take a swig of alcohol. It burns your throat on the way down, setting your insides on fire, adding to the heat and excitement you are already feeling.

"Do you enjoy it?"

The question catches you off guard but you quickly recover, "I enjoy every moment I spend with you." You say honestly. You assume he's asking about the work he's brought home and not the small bit of drinking you had indulged in. Though, honestly you do enjoy both. Drinking has become a bit more of a habit for you as you moved out here all alone. And more so since Feitan has so graciously included you in his passion projects. The booze just loosens you up is all, not that you have any inhibitions about your actions but, it does help quiet that still small voice inside that constantly reminds you that you are a monster. Not that you would tell any of this to Feitan.

Feitan looks down at you, surprise finds a home upon his brow. A pair of sharp grey eyes regard you for a moment with such intensity before coming to rest in an amused expression. "You enjoy every moment you spend with me?" He says, his voice showing curiosity, "Then why do you spend so little time with me?" He seems to be in a teasing mood today. A good thing for you.

 You swat his arm and laugh, "because you are always away with your little troupe, doin crime or whatever." You go to take another swig but take a second to drink the moment in instead, strands of raven black hair fall into his face as he leans towards you, smirk peeking out just above his bandana. As your laughter dies down, you feel the slight tinge of pink stain your cheeks.

He reaches his hand out and grabs yours, pulling you close, "I am always away with my little troupe, if I was not, we would see more of each other."

"What do you mean?" The pink in your cheeks fade into a bright cherry red. Something wells up inside you as you ask this question. It's excitement. It's knowing that the next words out of his mouth could mean everything. Could change everything. Up until this moment, you knew the deal, it was just sex accompanied by the mutual enjoyment of the slaughter and gore. You were never going to ask for more but now that the thought was placed in your head, you couldn't help but mull it over. Even you want to feel a connection.

He looks like he's about to reply to your inquiry and you impatiently await his words, when suddenly like nails on a chalkboard, the victim's girlfriend interrupts with her sobbing, "please! Please let us go!" It seems as if she couldn't hold her tongue any longer.

Feitan turns to look at her, a faint smirk on his face. He reaches his hand out and gently squeezes her cheeks as she sobs, forcibly making her purse her lips. "If that is what you want, girly." He says, venom dripping off his sweet words.

You glare at the two as the interaction plays out. Why couldn't the woman just keep quiet? Did she just have to be such an attention whore and ruin your moment? Whatever happened to women supporting women? Annoyed, you pick up a severed finger that the man had lost and walk over to the woman. you frustratedly push past Feitan and stuff the appendage in her mouth and sneer. "There that will shut you up" you say.

She begins to sob as Feitan releases her face, but before she can cough up the foreign object in her mouth, you clap your hand over her mouth and begin to squeeze.

 She begins to choke on the finger.

You let out a delighted chuckle as her eyes start to bulge from their sockets. You make a mental note to try to remember every detail of her now nearly blue face as you think about what a lovely portrait her tear stained visage would make.

Feitan draws you out of your concentration as he wraps his arms around you and begins to feel you up his hand dipping up under your shirt, "you are always so creative" he coos. You feel his other hand wandering down into your pants, but before you can react he begins to squeeze your breasts.

"Ah, you have such nice ones. Pretty little slut" He comments, as he pinches a nipple in between his fingers

 "Horny asshole." You spat before engulfing him in a kiss. The two of you collide in a passionate ferver as you continue to explore each other's bodies, until you have just about felt each other up everywhere.

You moan in ecstasy as you see him grab for his knife. You shiver in anticipation as you await for what you consider the best part of the night.

Your arms tighten around his neck as you move to straddle him. Bucking your hips, you begin to ride him back and forth, the both of you moaning as he tightens his grip on the blade in his hand.

Your fingers tangle themselves into his hair as you try to anchor yourself to reality. Panting, you breathe out, "what was that about wanting to be with me more often?"

"Don't remember…saying that." He grunts out as his fingers dig into your ass cheeks, helping you along as you ride him. He tightens his grip and you swear that he must've drawn blood.

You furrow your brows in frustration. And through the utter ecstasy of being impaled upon the man below you, you stutter out your response, "C-come on. Early- oh fuck yes! Ah! Earlier you at least pretended like you like me " you manage to whine out the words. You feel him stall for a moment. As if your words gave him a reason for pause but, the cold steel finds it's home dangerously close to your jugular.

"I like you... a lot." You are like a deer in the headlights as your eyes widen. You study his face, his demeanor, the tiny subtle movements of his blade, any sign that he was feeding you horse shit. But whether you simply cannot read the man or the woman alone, lost in the woods, wants so desperately to find a connection to anything that she manages to delude herself, you are unable to sniff out the lie

"I like the way you scream." as his knife trails across your jawline. He smirks as the knife flows down your curves line running water. You squeeze your eyes shut and grin wickedly as you fall victim to the extacy of the moment. You scream out as his knife plunges into your stomach. Your back arches as you scream, crying out in pain as your blood pours out of you.

You hear him chuckle. "I think you like the way i cut you up."

"Yes! Yes!" You moan.

He laughs as the blood coats you like a warm blanket.

Your vision begins to blur as you breathe out the forbidden words between you two and whisper, "I love you…"

 You when you finally do awake on your cabin's couch, your wounds are bandaged and the two victims are slumped over in a corner, presumably dead. Feitan meanwhile, is no where to be found.

He must have unsurprisingly ran off. Your fault really. You spooked him, like a deer fleeing from a warning shot. Should have known better than to get too close. Sometimes you just forget yourself though, you start to think of him as a mirror to yourself. Another monster thirsty for blood but seeking something more. But he isn't you. 

You roll off the couch as your stomach growls and you clutch your bandages as you stumble towards the kitchenette. The dove you had shot, waiting patiently for you to turn it into a meal. You recall one time when you had tried to cook dove for Feitan once before. He had just sneered at you, snapping "Don't you ever fucking eat normal food?"

You smile at the memory when you finally make your way to the kitchen table and sit down to eat. And proceed with the day like any other.

The world doesn't stop when Feitan leaves on his trips. You wake up, eat, shower, do your chores around the cabin and garden, hunt, check your traps, and find time to paint. 

Speaking of chores, after you dump your dirty dish into the sink, you set out on cleaning up the mess from the day before. As you leave the cabin you toss your gun sling over your back, figuring you might be able to shoot a few doves down in your downtime. Grabbing a wheelbarrow and shovel you push it towards your front door and begin to load up. You make a point to do these sort of chores in the morning, or else the smell starts to become too bad. 

You wheel your load past your garden and closer to the tree line. You grab your shovel and begin to dig. Birdsong serenades you as sweat beads on your forehead as you work. It has been unusually hot this time of year, normally summer would have already began to make way for autumn by this time past years. Which reminds you, you should probably try to down a few bucks before the end of the season this year. You don't want to be all out of food halfway through winter. Some deer could do you some good.

When you finally decide that the hole is deep enough, you drop your shovel and stretch. Cracking your back as you do so and letting out a yawn. After this you might just take a nap, you deserve it after all.

Turning back to the wheel barrow, you're finally ready. You loop your arms up under the corpse's armpits and pull him from the wheel barrow. He's a bit heavy and you nearly tip over as you drag him towards the hole. You curse yourself for letting him leave you with this part of the job time and time again. He's just like a little kid, refusing to put away his toys after playing. At the edge of the small pit you have the body off the edge and hear it drop to the bottom with a final thud.

You stare at the body in the hole. A bit disappointed, if you had to admit. The scene was just so un-picturesque. Of course, with you having to practically push after dragging, his nearly bloated corpse into the pit, didn't leave much room for the most graceful landing. His face is obscured by the soil that it's buried in, his hind quarters curled awkwardly towards the sky. More humiliating for the dead man than it is eye-catching to you. 

Oh well, time to dump the girlfriend in the pit.

Learning from your past mistakes, you grab the handles of the wheelbarrow in hopes that it would be easier to chuck the second body down the hole this way. After pushing it to the very edge of the pit, you are ready to lift the back end up, until you hear a quiet whimper break through the quiet sounds of nature surrounding you.

You stop cold in your tracks. 

She's still alive.

A strangled sob escapes her and your blood runs cold. This is a first. It's not like Feitan to leave any bodies breathing before leaving your cabin. " Help m-" she chokes on her words along with the blood she coughs up. What are you supposed to do? You're in broad daylight out in open, merely yards away from your cabin's garden. And you've never done this alone. She looks so much more frail with the sun reflecting on her pale sunken skin. When her clouded eyes meet yours, you all but keel over yourself. "You have to help me please."

Unable to break eye contact, you shake your head. "I can't." The woman looks almost ethereal, velvet red blood spilling over her violet bruised lips framed by skin so ghostly, it's practically translucent. As soon as you spoke, her brows knit themselves in distress. Her once comatose limbs rise out of the wheelbarrow like the undead breaking free from the earth. You stumble backwards, away from her as climbs out, you hastily grab your rifle from your back. "My boyfriend he-" on doe like legs she stumbles about looking around frantically until her eyes land on the pit. She drops to her knees. "No…"

You take a tentative step towards her, rifle still raised, as if she truly were a deer that you didn't want to scare off. She's crying, staring into the abyss of her late lover's grave. "What do I- he's gone. He's gone. What do I do?" She's in hysterics when she turns to you.

"Did you love him?" You don't know where the question comes from but it spills out of you none the less. You are met with a gaze you are unable to define. "I guess you could say, love someone too, " you tell her as you step closer to her. 

"Please, please help me." She begs once more. "If you- you say love someone so you- please I don't want to die." Weeping and barely comprehensible. You know what she's asking. She wants you to help her escape. She most likely believes that Feitan will return and make sure she shares her boyfriend's final resting place. And of course, she would need your help, there's no way she would be able to make it out of the forest herself, especially injured and lacking in supplies. 

Some might argue that it would be an act of mercy to allow death to take her instead, like a wounded deer needing to be put out of it's misery, instead of dropping her off at the nearest township.

You are also aware that if she were to ever make it out of these woods, the cabin would be compromised. Even if you were to swear, or scare, her to secrecy, there is no way she would not go seeking medical help, they would start asking questions. The most pressing being the whereabouts of her boyfriend. And that could lead to the authorities looking for Feitan. What if all of this lead to him not coming back to the cabin because he no longer saw it as safe anymore.

The barrel of the gun comes to rest in the middle of her forehead.

Realization hits her like a ton of bricks. Her blood and tear stained face contorts as she she shifts violently from the bargaining phase to anger. "No! You can't do this! You- you monster!"

A soft smile lands on your lips, "I know. But even monsters want to feel a connection." 

A blast rings through the forest. Birds flee from their trees and take to the sky. A corpse falls gracefully into its grave. And you are left with the image of the ethereal woman sprawled across their lover, the picture finally completed, made multitudes better as you stare down the hole at the ghastly image. It will make a lovely painting, you note to grab your sketchbook before night fall so you can capture the sight later.

For now, you take the handles of the wheelbarrow and turn it around, heading towards your cabin's modest garden. You can hear the mourning dove's song above you, as the birds have begun to return to the area after the gunshot rang out. 

The guilt that briefly weighed down your shoulders like a ton of bricks when you were first faced with killing the girl had passed now.You were able to rationalize it now. It was okay.

Sometimes, like doves, people were born to die.

[voidselfshipp]

Moonlight Conversations

Cw: angst (hurt/comfort),Michael feeling unworthy of jericos love, Michael gets a lil sadistic describing something,mentions of falling into madness. A small scene of making out at the start (nothing explicit) mentions of body horror

Summary: an improptu date brings out a few things that need to be talked out.

->Only mutuals allowed to reblog.

Jerico grunted as she felt a piercing discomfort on her rib. She grunts--Mike...be careful with those hands

Michael lays atop of her as both cuddle on the sofá,his fluffy his fluffy curly hair falling across his face, he sighs,retracting His hand from her ribs,he sighs mildly annoued--....sorry

She breathes out and runs her digits across his scalp,tangling her fingers tangling on his Orange locks. --Youre going to chop off one of my ribs

--I dont want that, you have such a nice waist-- he whispers,pressing kisses to her jaw. His hands,really carefully,stroke her waist, his skin deathly cold.

Jer shudders-- thanks-- she answers with Pink cheeks.The skin Patterns of his hand are spirals,She can feel it as his thumb strokes soothing circles on her waist.

--I love you,yknow-- his voice is thickly laced with sleep-- even with everything, you still love me

--Of course-- she answers,tone soft and loving-- youre still the Man I fell in love with

--Yknow thats not true-- Michael replied.

--We're not going through this again-- jer replied, firm but not angry. Her hands Lower to cup his jaw and kiss him, he kisses back smiling and giggling.

He sits up a little,pulling her up by the back of the thighs and sitting her on his lap. The avatar of the spiral wraps his arms around his lovers waist, sighing into the kiss.

--okay fine-- he relents,not even out of breath-- ill stop

--Good,finally youve got some common sense-- she teased.

Michael rolls his eyes-- Keep that to yourself,I am not supposed to have common sense

She laughs and kisses him briefly-- Its a nice night,we could go out

--And terrorize some people?-- he asked with child like joy.

-- I- fine. Just the assholes

He rolls his eyes,huffing-- youre no fun

Jerico stands up, patting his arm-- Ill go change, then we can go

Michael sighs, tjrowing his head back on the backrest of the couch. He closes his eyes, feeling something setting on his legs.

Opening one eye,he looks down to a sphinx cat,bright honey eyes looking back at him-- You didnt forget me either,did you Sandy?

Sandy was his cat protector, the feline purrs and leans into his touch as he carefully scratches behind its ear.

--Of course you didnt-- he chuckled as the cat stands on her hind legs,putting her front paws on his chest-- you werent this cuddly before

Michael plays with the cat, giggling and baby talking to her with a big grin. A few minutes go by and jerico comes out of her room, ready to go.

--Dont let me interrupt-- she teased, leaning on the doorframe.

He turns to look,a sassy quip but it dies on his lips as his eyes settle on jerico. She wears short boots with a chestnut Brown colorationx,a high waisted bright teal jeans, and a velvet dark teal croptop with golden Trim.

--cat got your tongue?--She teased

The avatar is quick to recompose,face flushed, Sandy the sphinx cat leaves the room. -- thats not funny

--Sure it isnt....

Ignoring the sarcasm in her voice,he stands up and snaps his fingers. His eyes are frames by some round green glasses,he wears a dark brown turtle neck over a short croptop with desaturated purple and blue spirals over it.

He fixes up the grommet belt that holds his light brown pants, his heeled chesnut colored high heeled boots click against the wooden floor.

--Im good to go--michael announced,putting one of his hands on his pocket.

--Youre missing one thing though-- she comments,pointing at his hands-- gotta look somewhat human

The avatar sighs audibly, his long hands replaced by normal looking ones with long sharp nails, his height resting at 6'4 instead of his usual 7' +.

--Better?--He asked, Rolling his eyes.

--Yes,cmon

Both go out into the damp streets of London, Michael holds jericos hand as they walk down to a nearby restaurant in quiet conversation

The Sky is cloudy,the moon peeks through the cloud cover a little. Cold wind blows past them, and as a few cars speed by, jer has to reach up to fix what strands of curly marigold hair falls on her lovers face.

--Thank you beautiful-- he flirts,grabbing the hand near his face and kissing her palms.

--Of course,handsome

At the restaurant,they both take a Seat on the more...VIP area of the place. Nobody dares say anything, one look from both of them is all It takes.

Its not surprising really,the Ocean knew how to make someone feel lost and confused,and the avatar of the distortion was nothing but that, chaotic uncertainty. Together its no wonder nobody challenged them.

Jerico didnt mind using her..nature on these harmless things, she enjoyed it just a little. Thing that her lover would never let her live down,like ever.

Michael smirks, taking a sip from his wine-- Cmon accept it, scaring people is fun

--Oh shut it

--Nono,we're having this conversation-- he insisted,pointed accusatorily-- you like it, its fun. I saw your face

--i find it funny-- she admitted-- but only with shit like this,I dont enjoy fear

He raised a brow-- sure,sure.

--Respect and fear arent the same

--Fair-- he relented, taking a bite out of his food-- you do get hotter when youre scary though

She snorted-- what you find hot is none of my bussiness

After their dinner, both go to walk among the mildly crowded streets,holding hands. They watch the world go by and talk softly about the people they look at.

--Is it like this always?

--What?

--Eternity I mean- I cant die now-- he answers-- is eternity this calm- this cozy?

-- not always -- she admitted-- you learn to appreciate these moments

He nodds,looking down a little dissapointed-- ah,that was not the answer I was expecting

She squeezes his hand-- but I wasnt alone,and youre not alone either.

--Eternity with you? Now that puts me in a better mood-- he smiles,his spiraling eyes swirling with happiness.

Jer feels her cheeks warm up, she giggled-- I love you too. Im happy youre here

--Even if im not the same guy?

The Antiquarian shrugged with a smile-- youre still you,nothing can change that. Spiral avatar or not, youre still my Michael

His pale cheeks darken with blush--...youre too sweet

--You deserve it-- She replied, walking closer to him.-- youre always sweet to me, I love you

--I love you too-- he bends down to kiss her head and nuzzle her hair.

They make it to a park, they walk the path in silence as theres not Many people around. Above them the night has settled in and wind,cold as Ice, starts to blow but neither seem to mind.

Nocturnal birds coo and sing in harmony, leaves rustle and fall onto the ground,crunching as theyre stepped on.

--Nice night-- she replied, the hand thats holding her lovers swinging its arm back and forth a little.

--nice night-- he agreed-- reminds me of that one date we went on once, at the shores of Whitstable. We had waked down the docks with the shops on them,enjoyed some street food and then we went to sit on the shore. You spent hours telling me about old sea fables...it was fun

Jer feels her heart flutter, she smiles and tugs him closer-- god, that feels so long ago... I didnt think you'd remember

He laughed softly-- I could never forget anything about you, I still remember our first date

--First *first* date?-- she asked with a smirk

--of course! I was supposed to go down to your shop to get a book,you were just coming out to run errands and I ended up tagging along. We went to the fish market for some good tuna for the cats, then we went to Yuzuki's antique shop, the vet for those meds one of the cats was taking...Marrow! He'd gotten a stomach bug for eating from the trash

Jerico listens to him detail everything, chuckling to herself at the fact that he still didnt Belive he hadnt changed much.

--Our second to last stop was a bookstore-- he continued-- then we went for some afternoon tea and Ate dinner at one of those hole in the wall restaurants near the Institute. I ended up coming back to gertrude at like... eleven pm-- he laughed as a memory comes into his head--Oh she was SO PISSED. But I still remember how she was fighting back a smile because of how adorable the whole situation was

He turns to her,seeing her peaceful smile. She turns to him and snorts-- and then you say you have changed

Instantly his face goes bright red he chuckles nervously and he simply mutters a-- Keep that to yourself-- jer nodds playfully and leans on him.

A bit into their walk, they find a bench,sitting there for a moment to admire the empty world around them. Talking softly about how Parks always felt so uncanny when barren.

--Parks can be so disorienting at night, things start to look alike, trees seem bent the wrong way, monuments or fountains dont shine quite right! Ha! The ammount of people that get lost in these things

She chuckles-- hmm,youre giving the sea a run for its money

--Big fan of lost at sea too-- He adds-- so disorienting,sea sickness also doesnt help

Jer nodds-- Many a sailor lost with that

Michael wraps one arm around her waist,pulling her to him. Hes got that sadistic look in his eyes when he gets to talk about the things relating to The Spiral. It makes her heart squeeze with pain

--Yes! Its so fun! You see them walking around,praying to whatever could listen! The madness slowly sets it and-- he stops himself,looking down at her-- I- sorry

She shakes her head-- dont worry

--I know you dont like i-

--Mike-- she says softly-- its fine. You know I dont hold it against you

He looks away-- this is why I tell you ive changed

--Changed or not,I still love you-- she reminded him-- the good,the bad and the gruesome. This is just part of who you are,but its still you

Michael leans his head on hers, slowly stroking her waist-- I dont know why you Keep being around me

--Miike....

--You dont like violence, you dont like suffering or fear. Its all I do

--Not all

--I try to Keep it low key around you-- he admits-- I would like to make you feel like things havent changed

--Babe just because this has changed that doesnt mean you have lost yourself to it

Michael sighs audibly,tired. His eyes still dont meet hers, he stammers for a response but he finds none.

Jeri raises her hand to his face to push away his hair,setting her gaze on his spiraling eyes of shifting color-- I still love you, your changes just worries me but that doesnt mean that ill up and leave, gives me peace that you know when to hold back and when to let go.

She makes a pause,exhaling to calm herself--I'll love you no matter what happens to you, you have to Belive in my actions,but I cant help you with that.

Well,she is right.

Hes not surprised a being that has lived for thousands of years has centuries of wisdom in her.

--I guess...im on my way to Belive that-- he said,feeling her turn his head to her.

--We have nothing but time-- she promised,leaning in for a short but loving kiss.

Thats when they notice a Group of teenagers looking at them funny,not malicious but funny.

Michael exchanged one glance and jer just chuckles and nodds,playing along.

He drops his buman form so fast, and so does she. The Group of teens start running for their lives screaming like a frienzied bashee.

Both laugh at the scene and return to normal, and underneath the soon changing to autum world,he has a realization.

Trees lose their leaves every year, and they arent less loved because of it, when they emerge with New boughs to which rest from the sun, they are just as loved.

And he figures  maybe its the same for him...

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Confessions

Warnings; Eddie has a girlfriend called Jessica. She's into the same things he is, she's perfect for him.

Then there's y/n who is in love with him and thanks to social pressure can't say a word. She's a cheerleader and Jason would destroy her if she admitted her feelings.

Watching Eddie with Jessica was hard though and her feelings were just dying to spill out even though she knows her feelings are unrequited...

Warnings; Angst, not so unrequited feelings, mutual pining. Fluff.

Likes, comments and especially reblogs are most appreciated ❤ I do not give anyone permission to copy my work.

❤💫

Jessica was Eddie's new girlfriend. Y/n observed them from her place at the cheerleader's table heart sinking.

For a while now she had struck up a friendship with Eddie. They had met when she did a deal for some weed for Chrissy and Jason as they were too busy to pick up the goods.

Surprisingly Eddie was not mean or scary like so many of her friends thought. He was kind and sweet with a sarcastic sense of humour and a fierce, protective streak for those he cared for.

Not to mention he was a complete gentleman and never judged her for anything. Being with him was refreshing and from that moment on she fell for him.

At school, she wanted to talk to him, and join him at The Hellfire Table but Jason being a massive prick would make her life hell, Eddie knew that and insisted that they keep their friendship on the down low.

She hated that because she worried he thought she was ashamed of him and that was the furthest thing from the truth.

Truthfully she truly adored Eddie and cherished their friendship.

For a few weeks, she was tempted to tell Eddie how she felt but now it was too late.

Jessica was perfect for Eddie in every way, he had no drama being with her, no need to hide anything. Tears blur in her eyes and she wipes them away pretending its allergies.

Chrissy the only one who knows of her feelings for Eddie and encourages her to say constantly squeezes her hand and it brings her some comfort.

Well as much comfort as a broken heart could receive. It was her fault though she should have confessed her feelings.

❤

Jessica is everywhere with Eddie and they don't get much chance to hang out. Jessica doesn't seem to like her no matter how much y/n tries to be nice to her.

"Why is a cheerleader hanging with us?". She barks to Eddie who frowns.

"We're friends". He tells Jessica though her heart is racing at the way Jessica glares at her.

"Funny friends you two are. Never see you hang in school? Does Eddie not fit into your perfect life huh? Scared what your friends will say? So glad I'm not like that. Also Doesn't she fit into the bullshit conformity that you are so opposed to Eddie?". She directs to Eddie.

It was true, all that she said was true bar one thing she wasn't ashamed of Eddie. There's a tense silence that follows and Eddie is gaping at Jessica.

"I don't give a shit about conforming. So I'm a cheerleader that means I am a bitch? I can only like one type of person? That's such bullshit and I'm not ashamed of Eddie, never have been". She gets up and leaves.

Eddie follows her.

"Princess wait!".

She stops seeing Jessica glaring at her and turns to Eddie.

"I'm sorry Eddie, she's right though not about me being ashamed but what kind of friendship is this if we feel like we have to hide away? I don't want to hide away. I'm sick of hiding".

"Look Jessica doesn't like me so I should stay away for a bit and let things cool off. I don't want to make things awkward for you".

His eyes widen.

"No, you don't have to stay away no". Jessica calls him and he scowls.

"It's for the best Eds. I really don't want to cause friction between you and your girl". She kisses his cheek and hurries away her heart hurting.

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A few days pass and she tries to keep her mood up. She just wants to apologise to Eddie and Jessica- she doesn't want to apologise to her but she did want Eddie in her life so she would grin and bear it.

But when she gets to the Hellfire table Jessica is nowhere in sight. Jason is standing up and shouting over to her about why she's talking to Eddie.

"Eddie. Where's Jessica?". He pats the chair beside him.

"We broke up princess". Okay, now that shocks her.

"Why did you and Jessica break up Eds?". She asks him ignoring Jason's shouts from his table at what she was doing talking to Eddie.

He swallows then looks at her sadly.

"I'm in love with someone else princess, Jessica and I were just a casual fling. I told her that and kept telling her but she wouldn't listen until finally she realised and is with some jock now".

Her heart aches for Eddie but his words play on her mind.

"Wait a minute you're in love with someone, who?". His eyes meet hers and a tiny smile crosses his features.

"You know who". No, she really doesn't and continues to look at him confused. He chuckles.

"Seriously princess? I thought it was obvious. I'm in love with you, have been for a long time but I understand that you don't want me. Don't want to be seen with the town freak right?".

He loves her!? She didn't think he would ever feel the same but all this time he did? Not wasting any more time and to hell what her "friends" think, she leans forward and kisses him.

He hesitates for a brief moment, stunned before kissing her passionately. Soft nips on her lips, hands running down her arms.

They break apart with identical grins on their faces and he pulls her onto his knee and kisses her again causing the boys to groan and tease them good naturally.

"Dude finally". Dustin exclaims and Eddie ruffles his hair and kisses her forehead as she settles on his knee.

Jason stomps over with a few of the cheerleaders and glares at her. Chrissy gives her and Eddie the thumbs up looking pleased for them both.

"What the fuck are you doing?". Jason snaps at her and she stands up regarding him cooly.

"Sitting with the man I love Carver and if you have a problem with it then frankly I don't give a shit". She turns away ending the discussion but he grabs at her arm and she yelps.

"Leave her alone". Chrissy shouts at Jason and pissed at his actions she knees him in the groin.

He lets go of her arm and Eddie pushes her behind him glaring at Jason.

"That little bitch". He fumes and Eddie grows fiercer, more protective.

"I'm giving you two seconds to fuck off Carver. I might not like violence and I might get my ass kicked but you bet I'll knock some of those perfect teeth out while I do fight you".

Jason sneers then storms off with Chrissy fuming at him and the other cheerleaders glaring at her and Eddie.

Y/n reaches up and kisses Eddie's cheek.

"My hero". Pink coats Eddie's cheeks and he looks suddenly shy.

"What about you Princess? Kicking the asshole in the nuts? Totally metal baby. My girl is a badass". She giggles and settles back on his knee glad that her and Eddie are finally together.

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[rubysunnday]

rooftops

A/N: The finale to my part in Olive's (@lxncelot) , writing challenge! This is fic 3 out of 3 (congrats if you made it this far, well done!) Again, prompts are all from Olive's dialogue and song prompt list) : 3) “I’ll miss this — us.” | 17) “Are we friends?”`| 26) “I could be in love with someone like you.” | rooftop kiss — james horner

Fic 1 | Fic 2 | Fic 3

The wind was howling outside the whaling hut. It was so harsh the windows and doors were rattling in their frames, fighting to stay put. But the two occupants inside didn't notice. They were both too cold and uncomfortable and pointedly ignoring the other to do much more than sit by the fire, bundled in furs, wearing someone else's clothes underneath.

Of course, they were both as far apart from each other as physically possible whilst also staying within the warmth of the fire. Matthias was silent. Y/N was silent. Neither said a word.

Matthias leant forward and poked the fire with the poker, nudging the logs around. They sparked and crackled as fresh wood was added, feeding the fire. Matthias glanced over at Y/N, barely visible under the furs. "You need to eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"That does not matter," Matthias said, leaning back. "Because you're so cold it means you don't feel hunger. Your body needs to eat."

"I'm fine. I just want to sleep," Y/N muttered, tightening the furs around her, trying to block him out.

Matthias looked back at the pot that was simmering over the fire. "If you sleep, you'll likely not wake up again."

"Oh, good, that saves you from having to kill me," Y/N said, refusing to look at him.

"If I was going to kill you, I would have done it by now," Matthias replied, rolling his eyes as he spooned the soup into two bowls. "Now, eat," he said, holding the bowl out to her.

Y/N reluctantly reached out a hand from underneath the furs and took the bowl, putting it on the floor in front of her. "And if I don't want to eat?"

"Then you'll succumb to hypothermia and pass out," Matthias said, shrugging. "All Drüskelle learn that mistake in their first few months. Most recover. Some don't. Brum always says that a Drüskelle-"

"If I eat the damn soup, will you shut up?" Y/N snapped, turning to glare at him.

Matthias nodded. He watched Y/N intently as she picked up the bowl and took a small sip of the soup, letting it digest before taking another sip.

"It's good soup," she reluctantly admitted, dipping her spoon back in. "If you've poisoned it, I won't mind dying this way."

"For Saint's sake," Matthias muttered, swearing in Fjerdan under his breath. "I haven't poisoned it! I am eating it too."

Y/N raised her eyebrows but returned to her soup.

Silence fell in the whaling hut again.

"You can have the bed."

Y/N looked over at Matthias as she finished her soup. "Don't be ridiculous, there's room for two of us." Matthias was silent so Y/N looked at him again. "Oh, don't tell me little Matthias is scared of sleeping next to a woman."

"I am not..." He paused, forcing himself to calm down. "I am not scared."

"Good, then we will before sleep in the bed," Y/N said, standing up, setting her half-eaten soup aside.

Matthias reluctantly stood up too. He watched as Y/N clambered onto the bed, wrapping herself up in the furs and getting comfortable.

"Oh for Saint's sake, stop being such a prune and come here," she snapped. "You're the one going on about hypothermia and yet you're over there, freezing."

"I'm fine."

"Oh, look how the tables have turned," she muttered.

Matthias climbed into the other side of the bed and lay down on the very edge - as far away as possible from Y/N.

"Drüskelle," she said, turning her head to look at him. "Do you want to freeze to death? No? Then move closer."

He shuffled closer.

"Closer."

Mattthias shuffled even closer. Y/N could feel his cold skin against her back and shivered slightly.

"There, now neither of us will die in the night and we can go back to hating each other in the morning, happy?"

Matthias grunted, burying himself under the furs. Y/N turned onto her side and pulled the furs up over her shoulder, tucking them around her. She closed her eyes and wriggled down a bit, getting comfortable.

The wind kept on howling.

Matthias awoke suddenly as something jolted him. He sat up, expecting to see Y/N standing over him with a knife, about to cut out his heart. But the room was empty. It took him a moment to realise that someone was crying and that the someone was lying next to him.

He looked down at her and could see the tears falling down her face, the terror clearly written on her face as she relived something. Matthias wasn't sure why, but he felt his heart ache for the girl. He wasn't immune to nightmares - no one was.

Part of him wanted to leave her. A Grisha deserved to live through the terrors they had seen as punishment. But he couldn't believe that this girl - barely younger than him - could be so heartless and brutal. at such a young age, what could she have possibly experienced and seen that would have traumatised her in such a way.

Matthias reached out a hand and put it on her shoulder, shaking her gently. "Roëd," he said, for he didn't know her true name. Neither one had decided to share that information.

Y/N let out a panicked yelled and sat up, almost falling out of the bed. She pushed Matthias' hand away, flinging back all of the furs until she was just in the shirt and pants she'd found in the corner of the hut. Y/N pushed herself up from the bed and bolted from the room and out into the cold, cold night.

Matthias quickly got up and followed after her, not wanting her to get lost in the Fjerdan landscape or end up being attacked because, despite the death threats and the mutual hated, he did care for her. She'd saved him from the shipwreck and, somehow, they were still going.

Y/N fell to her knees in the snow - in the dark - and plunged her hands into the cold, wet snow, needing it to ground her and wake her up from her nightmare. Matthias stood in the doorway, watching warily in the background.

"Sorry," Y/N said quietly, her voice almost being lost in the wind. She sniffled and ducked her head, hiding her face. "I'm sorry."

Matthias approached cautiously. He hovered behind her for a moment before kneeling down behind her, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Don't be sorry for something you can't control."

Y/N chuckled, a shiver wracking through her body. "You surprised that Grisha have nightmares too?" She asked, turning to look at him. "That we're human?"

Matthias was silent. Y/N scoffed quietly, knowing she was right.

Their silent argument ended abruptly when a wolf let out a loud howl, only a few feet away. Both Y/N and Matthias looked up, struggling to see the animal through the dark and blinding snow.

The wolf stalked forward, baring its teeth at Y/N. She didn't move.

"Don't attack it," Matthias said quietly, slowly rising to his feet.

"No offence, Drüskelle, but I'm not going to let a wolf attack me because it's a sacred animal to you," Y/N hissed.

"Just wait," Matthias insisted. "Let him move first. If he attacks first then we know."

"And if he just stands there?"

"Then we wait."

The wolf snarled, taking another step forward. It howled. And then turned around and walked off.

"Get up, slowly," Matthias said, holding a hand out to Y/N.

Y/N reached behind her and took his hand, letting him pull her into his side. Matthias wrapped an arm around her shoulders, trying to warm Y/N up, as they watched the wolf walk off into the night.

"I've never seen a wolf just leave before," Y/N said quietly, shivering under Matthias' arm.

"They're mainly peaceful if not provoked," Matthias replied.

"As are Grisha."

Matthias looked down at her, his eyes finding hers. He looked at her for a moment in silence. Y/N looked up at him. She met his gaze for only a few seconds before she swayed against him, her knees giving out and plunging her back into the snow.

Matthias fell to the snow with her, pulling her into his side and putting an arm under her legs, another around her back, and lifting her up out of the snow. He carried her back inside, sitting her in front of the fire.

He grabbed the furs off the bed and piled them onto her, wrapping them around her shivering form. Y/N didn't protest, her eyes closing involuntarily as she tried to stay focused on the fire.

"Now who's dying of hypothermia," she muttered, her teeth chattering as she gave Matthias a half-hearted smile.

Matthias sat down next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, rubbing her shoulder as he tried to warm her up.

"For a man who hunts Grisha for a living, you are very determined to keep me alive," Y/N said quietly.

Matthias sighed to himself. "It was Grisha who killed my entire family. They set the village on fire and let it burn. My mother, sister and father all died. Because of Grisha."

Y/N was silent. Eventually, she spoke, her eyes focused on the fire. "Not all Grisha are good, Druskelle. Not all Grisha are bad. Like people. The Grisha who murdered your family are the minority. We are not all like that. And we are certainly not witches. We create from elements that already exist in the world."

"Such as?"

Y/N pulled her arm out from under the furs. She looked up at Matthias. "Are we friends?"

Matthias nodded. "We are."

Y/N nodded. She held her hand palm up and then made a scooping motion, her eyes closed. She felt Matthias stiffen as fire appeared in her hand, orange flames dancing around her fingers.

"It's not magic. I simply summon all the combustible gases in the world, for there are thousands, and fire appears." Y/N waved her hand and the fire vanished. She pulled her hand back inside the furs. "That's all it is. Small Science, as we call it. No magic."

Matthias nodded. He didn't seem to be able to speak. He eventually decided on what he wanted to say. "What was your nightmare about? Only if you want to tell me."

Y/N shifted closer to Matthias. "I'm sure you've heard of General Kirigan - or the Darkling."

"I think it'd be impossible to find someone in all of Ravka, Fjerda and beyond who hasn't heard of it."

"It?"

"It was not a man, nor a human. It is simply it."

Y/N smiled to herself. It slowly faded as she returned to her mind. "I was a Grisha under his orders when Sankt Alina first appeared. I was fresh out of school - a young Grisha desperate to prove herself. And he used me like he used hundreds of others. I was trapped under his control until King Nikolai broke us out.

"But the Darkling had done enough by then. Being used by him - controlled by him is something I do not wish to repeat. Sometimes in the night, I think I see him. I know he is long dead and burnt but... I hear his voice in the wind, I see his shadows in the darkness and all I can think about is what he did to me."

Matthias was silent. He knew about the Darkling. Everyone did. But very few knew about what it did to the young Grisha under its command.

"My name is Y/N Y/L/N, by the way," Y/N said quietly. "I feel like since I'm pouring my heart out to you, we should know each other's names."

Matthias smiled. "I'm Matthias Helvar."

Y/N nodded. She dropped her head onto Matthias' shoulder. "Nice to meet you, Matthias."

Matthias sat there, an arm around her shoulders, watching the flames dance away until morning came.

It took them five days to find civilisation. The snowstorm passed after three days and it took them two days of walking - and almost falling off a cliff - to reach safety.

The inn wasn't much - it was full of Fjerdan sailors on their way out or back from long trips out at sea. But it was warm and it was safe - for now.

"I don't know how I feel about stealing," Matthias said as Y/N unlocked the door to their room.

"I didn't steal, I borrowed," Y/N corrected, walking inside.

"Are you going to give it back?"

"Indirectly, yes."

Matthias laughed. Y/N stared at him.

"Saints, Matthias, I didn't know you could laugh!" She exclaimed.

Matthias chuckled as he took his coat off and sat down on the bed, stretching his legs out.

"It appears we have learnt a lot about each other this past week," he said softly, smiling at her.

Y/N approached him and sat down on his right, dropping her head to his shoulder. "You know, I have no idea what Roëd means."

"What?"

"The other night, when I was having a nightmare, you called me Roëd..."

Matthias' smile grew. "It means red in Fjerdan."

"Red? Why red?"

"Well, when we first met -"

"When you kidnapped me, you mean."

Matthias rolled his eyes. "You were wearing a red skirt, like the one you're wearing now. Since I didn't know your name... I thought Roëd was subtle."

Y/N nodded, a smile working its way onto her face. "I like it."

Matthias put his arm around Y/N's shoulders - an action he'd found himself doing numerous times over the past week. He ran his thumb up and down her arm, gently following an imaginary line.

"What will you do now?" Matthias asked quietly.

The question had been praying on his mind for days now. What happens next. He could easily go back to Brum, resume his training, tell his tale. Y/N could easily return to wherever she came from - carry on leaving her life. Nothing would change.

Except something had changed. The world had shifted. Just a bit, but enough to know that there was no going back to the before.

"Find a ship back to Ketterdam," Y/N said softly. Her left hand was entwined with his, her fingers playing with his. "Tell my boss what happened and hope he gives me my job back. What about you?"

"I don't know."

"Have I changed you that much, Druskelle?" Y/N asked, tilting her head up to look at him.

Matthias looked down at her. "Perhaps. What is... Ketterdam like?"

"First of all, excellent pronunciation," Y/N said, looking back down again. "Second of all, it's shit."

"Then why would you want to go back?"

"Because it was the only place to welcome me after I left Ravka. I fitted in seamlessly there. No questions were asked about me or my powers. I got a job and they treat me well. It works for me."

"I cannot imagine what it must be like to be... persecuted everywhere you go."

"Saints, I have changed you!" Y/N said, looking back at him. She smiled. "It's hard. Trusting people is harder. I haven't used my power in years as a result but... I prefer it that way, oddly. I was used and wanted for my power in Ravka. In Ketterdam I am just me. I'm just Y/N."

Matthias stared at the wall for a moment. "I'd like to go somewhere like that. Where it is simply just... you and I. Simply Y/N and Matthias."

"No prejudice."

"No hatred."

"Just us."

Matthias looked back at her and leaned down, capturing Y/N's lips in a kiss before she had a chance to move. He leant back and pressed his forehead to hers.

"I'll miss this," Matthias said quietly, knowing deep down, that it would inevitably end as all good things did. "Us."

Y/N closed her eyes, pressing her lips together. "You know, Matthias, I could be in love with someone like you."

"I know. As could I."

And that was the truth. She could love him and he could love her. Despite the ways they'd been raised. Despite what they'd lived through and experienced at the hands of their people, both of them, Grisha and Druskelle, could and did love each other.

It was the truth and the pain of it. Knowing that their love was never meant to be.

And that it was never destined to last.

[revengeisalwaysanoption]

Ok, skamit prompt (no pressure, only if you like it): something with Nico and Elia, as we're probably going to get a few scenes with them in s5 👀

There's something about him that Elia can't quite understand. He had been wary of this guy at first; he had to be. Gio was trusting Marti's gut - as if anyone could relate on it, when they had seen just a couple of hours before how hard he had fallen for Niccolò - and Luca had been his number one fan ever since he bought brekfast for them in Trevignano.

He tried hard not to be charmed by his enthusiastic creativity, that could rival Luca's in its foolishness, or by him being nearly as good as a listener Giovanni was on his best days.

He failed, and that's okay. Elia can admit, years later, that got a new friend of whatever drama Marti went through between October and December 2018.

One that gladly helps him out on the the newest Contrabbandieri's song, who doesn't even try to comfort Elia with platitudes after he failed the same exam for the fifth time, or to condescendigly remind him that there's nothing wrong in dropping out and take some time to find his true calling. Who gives him umprompted advice on how to make Viola fall at his feet, although it seems that he and Marti ended up with each other by sheer luck given their mutual inability to flirt and Nico's questionable ideas about romantic settings.

He longs to experience that same kind of love. Without turning into a human octopus like they did, hopefully. What's with all that kissing and having to be around each other ninety per cent of the time? It sounds exhausting. Besides, he isn't sure he can be bothered to fight for it. He has given up on Sana quite easily, after making sure that Malik would do right by her and with Viola… It's effortless, in a way it probably shouldn't? She gets on his nerves, with her 'ok, boomer' attitude even though she is like two years younger than him. But she's fun to be around, occasionally.

Sometimes he pictures himself shutting her up with a kiss, but he still can't tell if he's really into her or into the idea of not being the only one who isn't dating amongst his friends.

So he thanks Niccolò for the input, promising that if he were to put his infallible plans into action he would be the first to know, and tells him its time to check on Filo and Marti who are probably feeling a bit neglected by now.

"Don't forget, Elì, that fortune favours the bold." Nico reminds him, as he got up from the ratty old sofa. "Just because it didn't work out with Sana doesn't mean you're doomed to fail with Viola as well."

Whatever. She can be the bold one, he's done wearing his heart on his sleeve only for people to take advantage of it.

"Whatever, man. Stop being so obsessed with my love life; I'm fine!"

So what if he had been a bit sad at Rami's graduation party? He got over it already. He did.