#*crowd murmering*

[sad-girl-hours23]

[yutarot]

SHES THE MAN [l.hc smau]

FINAL: 29 - you already do. wc: 1.4k

college esports fair — 7:29pm

somehow, ten had convinced you to watch the main stage tournament.

“ten, please, can we just watch 5 minutes and go. i really don’t want to bump into haechan right now, on valorant it was bareable but i wouldn’t even know what to say if i saw him in person…” you rant off to your bestfriend, stood next to you.

infront of you, ten and the crowd, was a stage with empty spaces for 12 contestants lined along the back, tbu’s esports coach, johnny suh, stood at the front with a microphone.

as johnny was beginning to explain the rules of game, ten whispers to you.

“sure. but it’ll be fine! trust me.”

you give him a suspicious glance but decide to go along with it anyways, finally tuning into the coaches speech after he had got the microphone to stop buffering.

“there will be two teams, team 1 and team 2.”

“creative.” you whisper to ten, who laughs.

johnny glances at you, somehow having heard you, before clearing his throat to continue. the people around you laugh.

“each team will be chosen by 2 of the college leagues finest captains. drumroll please?”

you roll your eyes before lazily drumming your palms against tens arm.

“ow!” ten yelps, but you only laugh as he brushes you off.

but your laughter is soon cut short as the two faces you wish would no longer exist, step out onto stage.

from the left, eric sohn.

and from the right,

haechan.

“you’ve got to be fucking kidding.” you murmer, but tens smirking. why is he smirking??

“boys, please choose the 5 players you would like to contribute in your team, taking turns. a coin flip will decide first choice.”

your heart is pounding and you have no clue why.

eric yells heads, leaving haechan to be stuck with tails.

“tails, tails, tails, please, tails.” you hear ten chant from beside you, but you dont ask why, you make a mental note to ask him later. not that you’ll have to, of course. little did you know it’d all become evident, very soon.

johnny flips the coin. “and its heads!”

ten swears to himself and you want to question him as to why he cares so much, but there’s a pair of eyes looking right at you that pull you straight out of your thoughts.

or should you say, two pairs of eyes.

“ten, we have to leave. i have a bad feeling about this.”

but ten only laughs in reply.

as either teams first 4 contestants get decided and called onto stage, you’re still begging ten for you to leave but he ignores you.

johnny calls out to eric to decide his final team member. “do you care to choose your last player, eric?”

he’s looking directly at you and you hate it.

you need to get out of there.

“yes i do. i know exactly who i’d like to pick.”

his attention turns to haechan. and for some reason, haechan looks angry. it’s like there’s some secret between eric, haechan and for some reason ten, that you don’t know about.

you find out why, the second the next four words leave eric’s lips.

“i want yn zhong.”

you feel eyes turn to you. ten beside you, clenching his jaw in anger.

“what?” you whisper. you want to say no, you want to call out and disagree. but haechan beats you to it.

“not happening.” haechan says. eric laughs in spite.

johnny picks up his mic. “do we have a disagreement here, haechan lee?”

haechan turns from eric to face johnny before finally letting his eyes fall to yours.

“i want her.”

you know he means he wants you on the team, but you can’t help but wonder if there’s a double meaning in his words.

he’s supposed to hate you, he’s supposed to despise what you did to him, all that you lied about.

but he wants you?

“then i guess that leaves us with only one option. the chosen persons decision. yn? choose. team 1 or team 2?”

your heart is racing. johnny is making you choose between your ex boyfriend and haechan. so as you walk up to the stage, you spent those 6 seconds deciding exactly what team you want to join.

as you walk straight over to him, he smiles. haechan smiles.

— 9:48pm.

you won. you did it. you finally beat eric.

you could nearly drown in the look on his face as he stormed off that stage the moment you had wiped out his entire team.

but finally, after all that had happened. you got your revenge.

not as chenle, not as anyone else. but as you.

and my god did it feel amazing.

to celebrate, you had jumped up, throwing your arms around the nearest person to you.

but it’s only now that you’re realising who that person is.

slowly, he breaks the hug to look at you.

“look…yn…”

“should we take a walk? i don’t really wanna argue in front of all these people.” you interrupt.

“argue…?” haechan asks under his breath. but your already off the stage, waving bye to ten as you walk towards the empty, turned off carousel. leaving haechan no choice but to rush after you.

wow, that game must have lasted alot longer than you thought.

sitting on one of the faux carriage seats, haechan takes a seat next to you.

“you still hate me, don’t you?” haechan starts.

you look up at him. “what?”

“you know, i kicked you off the team. got mad at you for no reason then just refused to hear you out.”

you’re silent. but he continues.

“you know, i didn’t believe it at first. you pretending to be your brother, but it all makes perfect sense to me now.”

“what do you mean?”

“you helping me with somi, finishing my homework for me when i forgot deadlines, logging into my accounts to finish levels. you were just being a good friend, and i blew it off over jealousy.”

you wanted to cry. you never thought you’d feel so much guilt, but now he’s laying it all before you as his fault…you don’t think you can stand lying to him about anything, any longer.

“im not mad at you haechan.”

his attention on you peaks at this. you pause before continuing.

“in all honesty, i thought you hated me for, well, you know, lying to you about who i was.”

your suddenly very aware about how small this bench is, and how dark it is around you. but he’s right next to you. and that’s something you’ve unknowingly been wishing for, for weeks.

“really?” haechan asks, and your surprised at his confusion. “you thought i was mad at that?”

and now it’s your turn to be confused.

if he didn’t hate you, and you didn’t hate him. what was all this for? why had you been avoiding eachother ever since he kicked chenle out? why had you blatantly ignored every chance there was to see him, if neither of you hated eachother?

unless.

you both liked eachother instead.

“yn, im not mad at you for lying to me.”

your breath stops at his words. he carries on.

“im mad at myself for not realising you were here, directly infront of me, this entire. fucking. time.”

it takes a moment for you to register his words, so you stay silent as you let him continue.

“so give me a chance to know you. the person who stayed up with me all night, the person who fixed my busted cheek. i wanna know you.”

you smile.

because there’s something inbetween all this that he’s forgetting. something that makes all of this a whole lot easier.

“you already do.”

his eyes never cease to leave yours as his hand grazes your chin. and slowly, under the light of the stars and the distant rumble of voices and game music behind you, he kisses you.

and it’s perfect.

through all you’ve been through together, finally you don’t have to hide. this moment is everything you’ve ever wanted.

more than beating eric, more than making the team, more than jaemins limited edition pokémon cards.

this.

for, from this moment on, being with haechan means one thing and one thing only.

you’ll never have to pretend again.

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NOTES: and that’s it! thank you so much for following along w this story, i really appreciate every single like, reply and reblog you guys leave, it means the world to me that people enjoy what i put out! i really struggled with this ending and i sooo desperately wanted to give it a bad ending but @chenlesfavorite may have made me change my mind so you can thank her for saving that😓😓 again tysm for following along!!! i hope you all enjoyed reading and i look forward to starting my jaehyun smau tonight!! 🫶🫶

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[qcatter]

a Dream

part two for nightmare @keferon

Prowl Drifted

Prowl awoke in a small white room.

He floated in the center.

The water tasted of salt, clean and wrong.

The current drifted him into a wall. He startled and clicked. The room was no longer small. It was oval and flat on two sides. There was a floating platform in the center and a bridge connecting it to the shore. The air was a fifth of the room. There was sand on the bottom. A large mat floated nearby, a big rubber ball with a handle. A single fish was cowering under it. On the other side was a glass window that was longer than he was but only just. It had Two hundred and eighteen rivets. 

Prowl swam from one end to the other with ten waves of his tail. He coasted through the curve did it again in eight. Once his third lap ended the screaming begain.  Humans crowded and filled the window. Small ones jumping and shrieking higher than the one he had mauled. There was another window above the water, just as many humans where there. Prowl pushed and pulled the mat over to the bridge and dove. Lauching himself dead center on it he wiggled until he was hidden under the bridge and sank one set of claws into the mat and the other into the framework of the bridge.  

Shaking and drawing in panicked breaths Prowl didn't dare move. Slowly the screams and cries and howls moved away, but only just.  They did not stop, nor did they get quieter, but they could not see them. 

 Prowl wasn't sure how long he layed there, gently quivering. The light did not brighten or dim as time past. The cries of humans and their pups came and went, but never quite stopped. Until finally. A sound chimed, and all the sounds slowly quieted and stopped, save for one that sang from a speaker on the ceiling. The voice would murmer and chatter and exclaim things with gusto before a new voice and a new song began. 

Prowl peered out from under the bridge. There were no longer any humans at the window. Sliding back into the water confirmed the same for the one under neath. The fish fled from him. Prowl tracked it as he went to investigate the ball. It was large enough that it had enough buoyancy to lift him, and hooking his arms thro the handle left him float and drift on his back comfortly like an otter. Not that Prowl would ever feel safe enough to sleep with his belly exposed like that, but oh! The fish just hid behind his hammock on the far side by the back shore. Swimming up for a close inspection showed that while far closer to the door than he would like, it was at a proper hight to sleep in still.  Hauling himself up and over the edge to explore the dryland he huffed. The door was locked, but Prowl could just about wedge a claw underneath. He had to stop himself from trying to dig.  Farther investigation, of what little there was, showed that he wasn't paying attention at all. 

The other left side of the bridge without his hammock was sloped and painted with a thick slicker paint and that he had spent a lot of effort making a fool of himself struggling to pull himself up a wall when he could have... well galumped like a seal up the slope and all the way across the room like slightly more of a fool.   Seeing how the hammock was on the wall, it likely wasn't supost to be climbed up.   There were a couple balls in varying sizes and a few rings large enough for him to swim through. He had not liked those.  The sand pit however. It was soft and warmer the deeper he dug, not more than a few inches down he scraped rock, but the rock was hot to the touch.  The vent near by blowing hot air over it made it nearly blissful even without sunlight shining down.  New favored nap spot acquired, Prowl returned to the water to acquire that fish. 

It was just as caught and trapped as he was, but unfortunately for it, it was trapped in here with *him*.  Chasing it around for the thrill of being able to do so for the first time in nearly a moon, Prowl slowly started to drift. Just as he passed by it, frozen where it thought it was hidden he twisted and struck out, hooking his fingers through its gills.  Cleaning down to the bones and savoring the freshest fish he's had, even if it did still taste off, he paused.  Something had clicked. 

"Hello?hello? Are you whereare you? Hello?" Whistled out under the sounds of the ceiling speaker. A few more locator clicks followed with a distrested warbling whine before calling out again, "Hello where are I am? you here?"

Diving down to the window where the sounds were louder Prowl froze.  Beyond the window was a pathway and on the other side was another window.  Staring back at him like an odd mirror was another orca mer. Who gave an excited whistle pop upon seeing Prowl swim up to his own barrier. Grinning gleefully and cheerfully showing off far more teeth than needed in a smile he twirled as Prowl came closer.

Prowl pressed a hand against the glass, politely difting sideways enough to facing but not pointed straight at the other mer.

"Hello, I am Prowl."

"Prowl hello! Hi!" Who proceed to wiggle himself into a near bowed position as his frount sank lower than his tail. Prowl looked in horror at what he had missed from this new mer constantly moving, constantly grinning, the bent dorsal and tail fins, just how thin and narrow his tail was, to the weird thing on his head. Prowl frowned. 

"What are you wearing?"

The mer had gone to press both his hands to the glass and was looked to be ready to press his entire body up against it any second, tilted his head and pointed at it. 

"Yes, what is that?" 

Pulling it off his horns the mer held it out. It still was some... black lumpy thing.  Then he swam up to the surface window. He held it up into the air and grinned even wider before he squished it between both hands. Water poured from it like a sponge. 

"Is (beanie)!" Slapping it back into the water before putting it on. "Good for you. Keep head wet, good. You here now! They new friend soon and i waited and waited."

"...what?"

"New mer! Wait and wait Long-long no mer. Where here me landwalkers say new mer, new friend didn'tseeyou. You here now!"

This was starting to be the strangest conversation Prowl had ever had with another mer, sure some orca pods had dialects so different as to be entirely different languages, but not like this. Stilted and clipped and words singing into each other like he heard it maybe once.  Prowl gave out a string of rapid fire clicky ticks that Bluestreak preferred only to get rapid clicky nonsense back.  Prowl frowned before trying again.

"What's your pod song? Who are you?"

Prowl got a flicker of a frown in response before the mer's face soften as he drifted flat and swayed back and forth in the water, crooning out a melody that warbled and *buzzed* with lifts and falls smoothly blending into each other as to nearly not notice when the notes changed.  Not one Prowl knew, but more than that, he looked over the other mer.  The bent fins, the thinness, the faint molting along his belly were its been rubbed thin over and over till it scarred, to the worn dull and blunted claws at the ends of his oddly thickly padded hands.

"How long have you been here?" Prowl asked softly as if someone might overhear the two of them singing thro the walls.

The smile fully broke as he looked away and muttered out.

"-don't know. I don't know." 

For a long moment the two of them hung there, in silence, with only the gentle stabilizing moment keeping them in place, the other mer twisted spirals and back strokes to counterbalance his dorsal. Then suddenly like a switch was flipped he exclaimed.

"Wait stay, don't go *stay*. Warchoutforlandwalkers. Gonna catch you. I go you come here I come! Don't go!! Wait" he waved his hand in a rapid and strange way before pressing his hands and face fully to the glass, flashing a another grin with too many teeth and  barreling out with an excited song and whistle.

"I-what- wait where are you going? come back?!" But the other mer was already out of Prowls sight. He looked back into his new prison. "Where would I even go to?" Prowl swam back to the upper window, he hooked his claws on the edge and pulled himself up enough to get a clear view of the other's cell.  It was empty except for a few toys bobbing in the water. And a small Fluffy toy orca sitting on the center platform. 

"Where did you go?" There certainly wernt that many places to hide in here. Prowl wasn't exactly hidden under the bridge with half his tail sticking out like a pup playing hide and seek. But it was all just too much at the time. But where could the mer have gone. Was he even real? The fish Prowl were eatting had enough drugs in them that he no longer knew where he was, how long he'd been trapped for, or even what time of year it might been. Who knows what was in that mix that might make him hallucinate. 

Notes of human noise and song quietly filled the air in the silence.

 Was any of this real? Had he even left the small white room with the bright lights and the stains of his own blood. Was any of that even real? Had managing to take only one of his seizure meds in time stop him from snapping his own spine, given him some sort of stroke instead?

The speaker in the ceiling crooned on. A new song played.

The door buzzed. Prowl snapped around to face it.  He was not going to let this go on any longer. These humans would learn just why Prowl's kind were feared even amongst other mers.

The door buzzed. He bared his teeth. Prowl may not be well adapted to land, but he didn't need to be in the water to use his tail to launch smaller mammals fifty feet in the air. 

The door buzzed and clicked.

It rattled and shoved open partway. The other mer was hanging off the handle before letting go and dropping flat down, his weight slaming the door and bouncing it off the wall. He smirked and began to rapidly bounce and slide his way across the shore like it was slick with ice. Calling out in a weird human warble.

"(They keep changing the pin codes but good old Bob just does four numbers in a circle around the numpad. Terrible I tell yah someone's gonna walk in and steal a manta ray from the touch tank and it won't be me this time. Hey are you OK man? You look like you've seen a shark?)"

Prowl floated frozen. He opened his mouth to say something only to close it. He hadn't finished processing what just happened let alone how to respond to it. What was he supost to say first? What wasn't he going to be questioning here!? He tried again.

"I-you. You're here?" Well that's a start.

The mer paused on the platform, eyeing the way Prowl floated ridged back and flippers shaking, before flopping down onto his elbows with his tail curved around in a half circle to plop his head on his hands.

"HI, I'm here."

"You got out, *you're out* how did you escape? Why are you still here? Why haven't you *left*" none of this made any sense! Prowl must have lost his mind ages ago.

"Can go out, no go where. I go out, go here and here, but all still here. I go out, but go *where?* I escape but where water? Water here, so I stay here."

Prowl paused, that did make sense in a way.  They could be miles away from the sea or any water of all. They could even be far far onto land or even burrowed and buried underneath it to the point that draging themselves out of here would lead them to their death without any threat to them but the shear lack of habitat. Prowl stopped.

"Are you real?"

The mer looked at him, tilted his head and seemed to think about that.

"Am I *real?*"

"Are you?"

"Are you real?"

"*YES*"

He mouthed it to himself a few times, like a puzzle piece he knew fit together if he could turn it the right way. Suddenly he reached forward. Slapping his hand down in frount of him he yanked and flung himself into the water at Prowl.  Prowl jerked back and back tailed for space only to end up halfway to being on his back with a face full of mer.  Hands outstretched and wrapped around the other mers hips to prevent them from being belly to belly their tails brushing as Prowl was forced to keep them buoyant. The mer that swam out of Prowl's worst living nightmare, who'd been living through it longer than Prowl could imagine. Who's existence took everything a mer was and twisted it into a warped being where everything about him was *wrong*. Slowly and carefully reach out, unheedng the claws digging into his flesh. Gently cupping his warm leather hands around Prowl's face, as if his dull claws where even a possible threat or capable of harm. As if *Prowl*  was some soft fragile thing to have come out of a dream long given up on and was everything wished for come true and could be broken as easily as breathing too deep and waking up.

"(Yeah), Prowl, I'm *real*."

[crimsonnsstuff]

i’m so obsessed with mean dom namgyu . i keep thinking about working at his club before the games but i’m no good at it . so i’m pulled into his office , bent over his desk being thought how to give proper service AHHHHH

You were at the club, dancing, a cup in your hand. You were wearing black cheetah print fishnets, a dark purple dress, and black boots. The club was packed and music was blasting.

You feel a hand on your hip and you turn around to see Namgyu. He was the owner of the club. You knew him because he was one of your brothers close friends. “Hey there, pretty.” He mutters. You could smell the booze on his breath.

“Hiya!” You answer back. “What do you say we go into my office, huh?” He says. You smirks and nod, he grabs your cup out of your hand and sets it on the nearest table.

He grabs your wrist and guided you to his office, pushing past the crowd of drunken people. Once he gets to his office he pushes you inside and locks the door behind him. You can hear the now muffled music. “Hey, I liked that song too”

His office smelled of cologne and cigarettes. There was an ashtray on the desk beside the stack of papers, you knew his ass knew nothing about out paper work. He takes out a cigarette and lights it, putting it between his lips.

He walks closer to you and grabs your ass. “Jump.” He commands. You jump and he catches you in his arms. He sets you into his desk and he smiles up at you, hands running up and down your thighs.

He hikes your dress up and kicks your legs apart. He looks at your pussy through the fishnets. He smirks and picks you up, spins you around, and bends you over the desk. He impatiently pulls your stockings down. He hiked your dress up. He rips your panties to get to your pussy.

“Hey! These are my favorite panties!” You squeal, cutting yourself off with a yelp as he slaps your ass. “Shut up, slut. I’ll buy you a new pair.” He says, running a finger up your slit and you whimper.

He rubs your clit roughly. He pulls his fingers back and slaps your ass, making you yelp. He puts one hand on your hips. You hear his belt unbuckling and his pants dropping to the floor.

"Tell me you want this," he demanded, his voice rough with need. "I want this," you breathed out, your hands gripping the sides of his desk. He rubs his cock along your pussy, making you try and push yourself back onto him. “Don’t move, slut.”

With a swift motion, he entered you, the sudden fullness making you cry out, the sound swallowed by another kiss. The rhythm he set was relentless, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. His name became a mantra on your lips, the only word you could form amidst the pleasure.

He reaches around and wraps his hand around your throat, pulling you back so your back is pressed against his chest. You let out a scream and he throws his other hand over your mouth, continuing to thrust into you roughly.

You felt like you were being torn apart, his thick cock in your tight pussy. He groans as he feels you drip around him. “You’re soaking my dick, whore.” He growls in your ear, making you whine into his hand.

“I-I’m gonna cum!” You whine, but it comes out muffled. “Don’t you dare. If you cum I swear to god I’m gonna fucking kill you.” He murmers. You try to hold it in, legs shaking wildly, and pussy convulsing around him.

“Cum, slut.” He growls. You didn’t have to be told twice, squirting on his cock while your legs shake. He chuckles and cums in you with a grunt. He slams you back down so you’re bent over the desk again. He pulls out and watches as his cum and your cum leaks out of you like a fountain.

“Such a good little cumdump.”

A few days later you hear a knock on the door. It was early in the morning. You walk down the stairs, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You stop at the door. “Who is it?” There’s not response.

You groan and open the door but you don’t see anybody. You look down and see a small pink box. You raise an eyebrow. You bend over and pick it up. You shut the door behind you and walk into the kitchen, setting the pink box down.

You slowly open it. You smirk as you see what is inside. It was a pair of panties. They were light pink and they had lace. The lace was a slightly hotter and brighter pink. There was a note.

I like you in pink ;)

You smirk to yourself and run upstairs to try them on.

[th3lovely1]

That's My Girl

♡♡♡♡♡

Emily Engstler x Reader

- You're at Emily's game, and someone tries to hit on you

- Emily pushes someone and almost starts a fight

- Reader has a little y/n moment

- I don't know a lot about basketball (by a lot, I mean nothing)

♡♡♡♡♡

Your cheeks were red from the heat in the room, and your mouth was tired from all the shouting. You clap your claps and cheer your girlfriend on as she scores a 3-pointer. "Hell yeah, Emily!".

She looks at you and points before making a heart sign, winking at you. You smile to yourself at the gesture and watch her jog to her team. On her way, an oppent shoulder checks her, and you can see them tell her something, looking you.

You notice the anger that appears in Emily's eyes before she pushes the woman. Your brows furrow as you fight the urge to walk over to them. She's about to yell at her, but one of her teammates comes to stop her. They say something to her that makes her turn around to look at you. You give her a smile in hopes that it'll help with what just happened. Thankfully, you can see her calm down as she smiles back.

You notice the opponent player still looking at you, and you give them a dirty look. What did they want? You roll your eyes and ignore it to put your focus back on the game. As the game goes on, you notice the same player looking at you, but all was forgotten when Emily won the game. Confetti flew everywhere, and most of the crowd cheered as some groaned and started to walk away.

You cheered as loud as you could for her before getting up to congratulate her. A hand stops you, though, and you look up to see the same player. "Hey, pretty thing, I'm Hayley," a nasty smirk was on her face as she obviously checked you out. You gave her no time as you told her, "I have a girlfriend," and continued on your way.

This time, she grabs your arm and pulls you to her. Emily, wondering where you are, notices this, and marches to you. You yank your arm away from Hayley. "Get off me!".

"What the fuck did I tell you?!". Emily shoves her, almost sending her to the ground. Hayley gives a roguish smile, putting her hands up in moke surrender. "Hey, man. A girl gotta enjoy herself.". You could tell that she was only doing this to mess with Emily. You try to pull Emily away from the quarrel. "Love, let's just go. She's not worth it.".

Emily gets closer to the woman. The two become face to face, making the argument more heated. Emily's fist tightened as she's ready to make the first punch. "That's my girl!". You hurriedly get better the two before anything can happen. "Emily!" you call, hoping to get her attention. Hoping for no fight to happen.

Her eyes soften when she looks down at you. "Let's go," you quietly demand. She glares at Hayley one last time but grabs your hand and walks away with you. She brings you to the locker room so she can get changed from game clothes. Anger and jealousy still fuming from her.

"Are you okay?" you hesitantly ask as you watch her. She shakes her head and scoffs. "I should be asking you that.". "I'm fine, Em," you reassure. "I was asking about you.". Emily sighs and looks at you. "I just hated seeing her do all that.". "Fucking bitch" she murmers.

You softly laugh, "Yeah, she is, but she's nothing compared to you.". You walk to her and put your arms around her neck. "Damn right, she isn't," she says, leaning in for a kiss. Your lips meet hers. Her hands rub against you and move to your ass, softly grabbing it before moving to your back.

"I love you and only you, Em" you tell her, messing with the hair at the nape of her neck. "I love you too, ma," she kisses your head before resting hers against it, "and only you.".

♡♡♡♡♡

I'm sorry for it being so short and rushed🥲. I started it a while back and didn't know/remember how to finish it💀

[quintinh43]

One Hundred Kisses

"You lick your lips a lot when you're on camera," you say, watching Quinn's latest post-practice interview.

"Is that why you always insist on watching my interviews? To stare at my lips?" He asks with a smirk, watching you from the corner of his eye as he chops veggies for tonight's dinner.

You look at him with the most serious face you can muster. "Quinn, the only part of you I look at is your lips. You think I know what the rest of your face looks like?"

"Your loss," Quinn shrugs.

"Cocky bastard," you mutter, with a smile.

"You love me," he grins

"You're lucky I do," you say, leaning over the counter to peck him on the lips.

You rest your chin in your hands, taking a break from watching his interview to watch him in present. Standing across from you, making dinner.

He looks at peace. There's a soft look of concentration on his face. The sleeves of his hoodie are pushed upto his elbows, and the muscles in his forearms ripple as he dices vegetables. He's been growing out his hair. The tips curl around his ears, brushing the sides of his jaw, where there's a good amount of stubble growing and you absolutely loved it.

He hasn't shaved since you told you loved the beard, and every morning, when you get to trace his jaw and the short strands of hair prick at your fingers you fall more and more in love with him.

His tongue swipes across his bottom lip, a he pulls it between his teeth before his mouth settles back into a line of concentration. The grin that splits your face is massive, and you can't help but reach over the counter and peck him on the lips.

He smiles, chasing your lips and pulling you in for a deeper kiss. "What was that for?" He asks with a smirk, eyebrows raised.

You slip off the barstool and pad over to him so you don't have to lean over the counter awkwardly. He puts the knife down, and dries his hands on the dish towel. You cup his face gently, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones as you admire him. His hands settle on your hips, like it's their rightful place and he squeezes gently.

"I hate that you're so sexy," you pout, bumping your forehead against his chin, "it's so distracting,"

Quinn chuckles deeply, and it makes something pleasant roll in your belly.

"I always wanna kiss you, everytime your stupid tongue, licks your stupid bottom lip, in every stupid interview," you grumble, poking his chest pointedly between words.

Quinn backs you against the countertop, caging you between his arms. "So kiss me then," he murmers, voice dripping with honeyed sweetness as he crowds into your space.

For as long as you've been dating Quinn, he still manages to make you blush with ease. Weather, it's with his saccharine words, or subtle smirk or teasing kisses. Your cheeks flush as his nose skims along your cheek.

"What are you waiting for, sweets?" He hums teasingly, fingers trailing under your shirt, pressing into the warm skin of your waist. "You gonna kiss me or what?" He juts his bottom lip out in a stupid smirk, and your mouth goes dry with want.

You surge forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and capturing his lips with yours. He kisses you deeply, lovingly and with purpose, as if you are his only source of air, and you might disappear if he lets you go. He nips at your bottom lip, and you hiss. His tongue is slipping past the seam of your lips, licking into the delicious heat of your mouth.

Quinn hoists you onto the countertop, and you wrap your legs around him, pulling him flush against you. You pull away, pressing kisses across his entire face. " 'm gonna kiss you for every damn time you lick your stupid lips in one of those stupid interviews," you mumble, kissing him between words.

Quinn is laughing, as your lips smack against his skin repeatedly. Across his forehead, his eyelids, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, the corners of his mouth, along his jaw, you slow down, pressing one final kiss to his lips, and burying your face against the crook of his neck.

"That was a lot of kisses, baby," he hums, rubbing your back soothingly.

"Yeah, well, you lick your lips a lot," you shrug, with a grin as Quinn goes back to chopping vegetables. He goes through the motions of making dinner while you lounge on the counter top, and help wash dishes as he puts them in the sink.

Every time Quinn licks his lip, you make sure to lean over and give him a kiss. "I definitely dont lick my lips that much," Quinn says, brow raised with amusement after you kiss him for the umpteenth time.

"Yes you do!" You protest

"Babe, if you want to kiss me all you have to do is ask," he smirks cockily.

You bonk your forehead against his, and he pouts, rubbing the nonexistent wound on his forehead. You can't resist pulling his bottom lip between your teeth teasingly.

Quinn makes a low noise in the back of his throat, the spatula clatters to the floor, and he is yanking you to the edge of the counter, crowding between your legs and kissing you hard. You yelp as he nips sharply at your lip.

"You're a menace, you know that?" He says with smirk.

"So are you," you counter, leaning in to kiss him again.

"Dinners gonna burn," Quinn grunts against your lips. He makes no move to pull away.

You giggle, shaking your head and give him one more kiss, so the two of you can finally eat dinner.

[wileys-russo]

Mary earps, “wow I’m surprised your ego isn’t as big as this room!” on England camp

m.earps II ego

"is this really a good idea?" you questioned again with uncertainty, watching the girls all pairing off as the jeering and stabs already begun.

"we gotta let them get all their energy out darlin, or else they run amock all night." millie reminded, messing up your hair as you pushed her away with a huff.

"you two engagin in these juvenile shenanigans?" beth tutted as she popped up on your other side, millies heavily tattooed arm draping across your shoulder as you leaned into her, admittedly having missed having her around quite a bit when she had so much time off from her injury.

"not a chance." you chuckled, the three of you sitting down on one of the workout benches in the gym, workouts done for the day but a large majority of the girls all up for the challenge of a coaster flip tournament.

"what? not even for the missus?" beth teased jabbing at your side as you let out a bark of sarcastic laughter. "oh no she made sure to let me down nice and easy that i'd be best off sitting this one out for uh...what was it mills?" you glanced to the blonde who snickered.

"i believe mary said you had some hand eye coordination challenges which would uh, hinder your ability to compete. and the morally right thing to do to avoid a humiliating loss would be to sit this one out." millie recounted as beth chuckled and leaned her head on your shoulder.

"ahh thats our mary." "she makes everything a competition, you know she's started timing how long it takes me to get ready for bed?"

"nasty nasty girl." millie tutted as you grinned, watching on in mild amusement as grace and ella stood up behind the bar throwing their arms about as they explained the rules.

"course these two donuts are the mc's." beth chuckled as you hummed. "yeah cause they know they'd be rubbish at the actual game." you agreed with a smile.

slowly pairs would be knocked out going head to head, you sending each one a sweet smile of reassurance as they filed out of the gym, some grumbling in annoyance and others seemingly relieved to get out of the small and somewhat crowded stuffy room.

eventually it was down to the final two, alessia and mary up against millie and maya.

"is it bad if i hope she loses? she's going to be insufferable if she wins." you murmered to millie, beth having tossed in the towel and wandered off with leah once her and alex were eliminated in round one.

"the record to beat here is seventeen...can they do it girls!?" grace yelled now stood on top of the bar. "get on with it gracie we're hungry!" millie yelled from beside you sending you into a round of laughter.

"come on!" alessia protested as maya requested a quick strategy planning break, the two pairs breaking off momentarily as ella and grace began to argue over what music was appropriate for the occasion.

"sod this, i'm off kid." millie tugged on your hair pulling it out of its ponytail and racing off before you could retaliate. "you're a big stupid toddler bright!" you yelled after her, huffing as you ducked your head and scraped it up into a bun not bothered to slick it back again.

"victory kiss for the winner?" mary sauntered over with a wiggle of her eyebrows once you had finished, raising an eyebrow as her arms fell either side of you and she leaned in with a charming grin.

"you've not won yet smart ass." you honked her nose with an amused smile as she appeared unfazed. "confidence my girl, thats the key. dream, believe, achieve and i will always be the best in any room." mary winked, puckering her lips expectantly as you fake gagged.

"wow i'm surprised your ego isn't as big as this room. maybe thats why its so stuffy? mary help your confidence is suffocating me!" you pretended to choke, clasping at her shirt with shallow breaths.

"mary!" you laughed mid kiss as she surged forward capturing your lips with her own, ignoring the mocking and wolf whistles from the younger girls behind her.

"what? darling i was just providing aid by giving you mouth to mouth, a very selfless act of me honestly." your girlfriend winked, pecking your lips a few more times as she was demanded to return, your middle finger flipped in the direction of grace and ella's teasings.

"right get on with it then!" you waved for them to hurry, cutting off ella who sent you an annoyed glare as you interrupted her pump up speech, grace quickly stepping in and waving for both pairs to take their turns.

you tuned out momentarily, growing bored of the game as you scrolled through your phone, hearing their squabbling but paying it no mind, only looking back up hearing a familiar groan.

"mary!" you called after your girlfriend, hurrying to your feet as she stormed out of the gym clearly not taking the loss well as millie and maya jumped around celebrating.

you frowned in confusion as you stepped out of the gym not to find a single clue to where the goalkeeper had wandered off to, sticking your head in the cafeteria and frown deepening not spotting her there either.

a few more spaces searched and you were close to giving up, the brunette not in any of the recovery rooms, the rec space, the gardens, games room or the lobby, nobody else any help as they hadn't seen her either.

with one last place in mind you stepped into the elevator, ignoring the grumbling in your stomach and the smell of lunch wafting toward you.

grabbing out the spare key card to her room you swiped it in the door, throwing your hands up as once again that was also empty, trying to call her and your confusion growing as you spotted her phone on the bed but no mary to go with it.

now giving up you returned back downstairs in hopes she would be there too, wolfing down food as you sat squished between alex and millie, only half listening to keira as your eyes remained locked on the doorway.

the moment you'd finished you abruptly stood catching alex off guard who nearly fell off the chair with how quickly you zoomed away, dumping your tray and dishes and heading back upstairs.

over an hour now since you worked out you could feel the sweat dried on your skin and were longing for a hot shower, sending mary a few messages, eyebrows furrowing when they all remained on delivered.

though as you swiped your own key card and stepped inside you softened, catching a familiar looking lump curled up in the middle of your bed under the covers, your girlfriends comfort movie playing on your netflix account on the tv on the wall.

"you better not be under there with your gym clothes still on." you warned, moving to sit on top of her and yanking down the covers revealing a very pouty looking mary staring up at you.

"no i showered." your girlfriend mumbled sure enough dressed in different clothes as you peeked around to your bathroom to see the floor was indeed wet. "hey! would i lie?" you squeaked as her finger sharply pinched your thigh.

"yes you would." you confirmed with a nod and a small smile as she huffed and tugged the cover out of your hands once again burying herself beneath them. "have you been hiding in here the entire time? i was running around like a mad woman trying to find you!" you poked at her feeling her squirm slightly beneath you.

"yeah i have. and where were you then? i needed cuddles woman!" the covers were chucked off her head again as she pushed back slightly to lean on her elbows as you lifted your hips to let her slide her body up more.

"i was busy looking for you! and then eating lunch-" there was an offended gasp that had you rolling your eyes. "-because i couldn't find you and i thought you'd show up." you finished sincerely, mary shaking her head with a scowl.

"choosing food over comforting the love of your life? who are you." mary sighed in disappointment as you rolled your eyes again at her dramatics. "sorry my hand eye coordination challenges prevented me coming to your rescue." you crossed your arms over your chest as marys lips curled up into a somewhat guilty smile.

"have i told you today just how beautiful you are?" you squealed as your back hit the mattress, mary hovering over you with the usual charming smile plastered back on her face.

"no actually you've been too busy insulting me." you reminded as her smile grew. "well how about i make it up to you then." your girlfriend ducked her head, recoiling in shock as her lips made contact with your hand.

"excuse me?" "sorry babe, i don't kiss losers." you pouted mockingly, patting her chest and shuffling backwards out of her grip before rolling off the bed.

"a loser!" mary cried out sitting up bolt right in bed, hand snagging the back of your top. "mary i need to shower!" you groaned as she pulled you back down on the bed.

"i was mocked and humiliated and upset and sad and my own girlfriend calls me a loser and won't kiss me? why do i keep you around again?" mary questioned, arms locked in an iron grip around your waist.

"i'm very nice to look at." you winked, resting your head on her shoulder with a smile. "ahh, yep thats it. just purely around as relief for the old eyes." your girlfriend nodded her agreement, lips ghosting your own.

"old is right." you teased, pushing your head up and finally kissing her, swallowing the retort back which died on her tongue, reaching one hand up to tangle in her hair and pull the two of you even closer together, pulling away with a familiar glint in your eyes that had mary's swollen lips curling into a smirk.

"fancy a second shower earps?"

[brainddeadd]

Comfort when you get hurt

Nico Hischier x fem!reader

Luke & Jack Hughes x platonic!reader

Warnings: minor injury, blood, fluff, use of Y/n and Y/n/n

Schatz: treasure/sweetheart

Purely self indulgent fic cause I just sliced my knuckle down to the bone while cooking 😕

"Shit!" Your voice carries through the apartment, catching the attention of the 2 Hughes brothers sitting on your couch while Nico is outside on the phone.

Jack scrambles to find you as Luke clambers over the couch to get to Nico outside.

"Neeks!" Luke's voice was slightly higher pitcher pitch than normal. "Somethings wrong with Y/n/n."

Nico doesn't bother saying goodbye before he hands up, his feet carrying him through his apartment and into the kitchen where you're standing still, Jack lifting up the tissues pressed to your hand to peer at the wound.

"Hi baby," you smile at him, and he can't help but smile back before he's crowding into your space. Jack steps aside to let Nico take over, sliding over to Luke in the doorway, both of them watching their captain fret over you.

"What happened, Schatz?" Nico's voice is soft and touch gentle as he lifts you to sit on the counter.

"I was cleaning the knife, and I don't know, I just.. missed, and it caught my knuckle." Your voice is sheepish, shrugging slightly as he cleans the cut. Nodding, he pulls out a bandaid, pressing it to your skin gently and placing a soft kiss over the top of it.

"Does it hurt?" Shaking your head, he nods and helps you down from the counter, hands on your shoulders as he directs you in the direction of the couch. "Sit, I'll make us lunch."

"We've got it covered, cap." Jack shakes his phone in front of him, open to the website of your favourite restaurant. "Got ya favourite, squirt."

Nico thanks them, settling into the couch next to you as the boys lounge around on the other chairs, reruns of your favourite show playing on the TV until the Hughes brothers leave well into the evening.

"Thanks for taking care of her," Luke murmers on his way out. "You're good for her."

[ohwowimlonley]

poly!marauders x drunk!reader at a party and reader needy but they don’t want to help reader because they don’t want to do anything when reader basically unconscious of what’s happening because reader is drunk. So they try to explain to reader that they will gladly take care of them after they get better and go to bed. Thank you!

Small psa to all the people that have requested recently - im trying to get through all of them but some i want to write longer fics for and some im keeping in my inbox for blurbs! <3

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You reach out for them blindly, fingers groping at dead air as you murmer their names. You’re strapped into the back passenger seat of James’ car on the way home from girls night. It’s safe to say that even three hours with Lily and Marlene drinking wine and gossiping about your boys had caused the three of you to go through maybe five bottles of wine between the three of you. Lily had called the boys to pick you up when it got too late, leading to them all but carrying you out to the car while you try to grab at them.

“Siri,” you muster up your sweetest voice, but it’s tinged with a slur and you can’t quite pinpoint where he is when you open your eyes to gaze at him. He makes a small sound from next to you, and his fingers finally brush yours, “you’re so pretty, d’you know that?”

“Oh yeah?” You can hear the grin in his voice, along with the other boys chuckles from the front seats. You squeeze his fingers and follow the line of his arm until you get to his jeans.

“Mhm,” you nod, clenching your fingers around his thigh and fumbling your way towards his crotch, “I tell the girls all about it, like how good you make me feel,”

“Alright, enough,” Remus calls from the passenger seat, leaning back to grip your arm and remove it from Sirius’ crotch. He shushes your whines at the loss lf contact, and fends you off as you lean forward and try to wrap your arm around his chest, “sit back, love, you know that’s not safe in a moving car,”

“But daddy,” you keen, tugging against your seatbelt and pouting around at your boyfriends as they gently keep you from touching them. As your last resort, you turn to James, “Jamsie, you’ll make me feel good, won’t you?”

“I’m sorry, sweetness,” he makes the briefest glimpse of eye contact with you as his head whips back to look through the rear window to check his clearance as he reverses into your driveway.

You don’t exactly remember the next five minutes of your life, it’s mostly a flurry of opening doors and light switches flicking before you’re sat squarely on your shared bed by Remus. The others aren’t far behind him, shutting the door behind them and busying themselves with clinking a glass of water onto the bedside table and finding pyjamas out for the four of you.

Your eyes brighten as James begins removing your dress, and you surge forward and plant a firm kiss on his plush lips. He indulges you for a brief moment before pulling away and tugging your clothes off, only to replace it with one of his tshirts.

“Jamesie,” you whine, wide eyes filling with tears as he moves away from you to begin changing himself, “why won’t you fuck me?”

“Oh, sweetness,” Remus turns in his spot as a tear dribbles down your cheek. He pulls the boys over to you and all of a sudden you’re crowded by your boyfriends.

“Baby,” Sirius takes your hand and crouches down to your level, “you know we love you, and we love makin’ you feel good, but you’ve had way too much to drink tonight,”

“No I haven’t,” you insist.

“Yes you have,” Remus does the same thing as your curly-haired boyfriend, bringing your fist up to smooth a kiss there, “how much wine did you drink with Lily and Marls? You know red is your weakness,”

“But- but that doesn’t mean anything, you can still fuck me,” you grip their hands tighter, nodding at your own words.

“No, baby, not when you’ve been drinking,” James, as always, has the most gentle voice of the three of them, “you’re not in your right mind when you’re drinking, right? You might say yes to something you might regret,”

“But we’ve had sex loads,” you complain, “and I’ve never regretted it before!”

“That’s not the point, sweetness,” Remus interjects, “look, why don’t we go to bed, and when we wake up, I promise we’ll make it up to you, okay?”

“But-“

“No buts,” Sirius extends back to his full height and presses a kiss to your forehead, “go to bed now, okay?”

“And drink some water before you fall asleep,” James reminds you, reaching over and handing you the glass as you resign yourself to silence, pouting to yourself.

“Will you at least kiss me?” Immidietly, you’re overwhelmed with kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle drunkenly at their affection.

[atinyslittleworld]

Just One Night

mingi x f!reader

Summary: Mingi and Y/N's flirty banter at a party leads to an unexpected, passionate night together.

Genre: romance

Warnings: sexual intercourse

Y/N had always found Mingi fascinating. There was something about his magnetic presence that drew her in and over time, they'd developed a playful, flirty rapport. They often found themselves exchanging teasing glances and banter whenever they crossed paths at various events. Tonight was no different.

The party was in full swing, music thumping through the speakers and people dancing, laughing and enjoying the night. Y/N spotted Mingi across the room, his tall frame making him easy to find in the crowd. He was talking to a group of friends, his infectious laughter carrying over the noise. She couldn't help but smile at the sight.

Their eyes met nd Mingis face lit upwith a grin. He excused himself from the group and made his way over to her, his eyes never leaving hers. "Hey ther," he greeted, his voice warm nd teasing. "Enjoying the party?"

"Much better now that you're here," Y/N replied, her tone equally playful. "You always know how to make an entrance."

Mingi chuckled, leaning in alittle closer. "And you always know how to brighten up a room."

They stood like that for a while, closer enough that Y/N could feel the heat radiating of him, the scent of his cologne mingling with the smell of alchohol and perfume in the air. Their banter continued, each playful exchange bringing them closer together. As the night went on the party around them seemed to fade into the background, their focus solely on each other.

"Want to get some air?" Mingi suggested after a particularly intense momen of eye contact.

Y/N nodded, feling her heart race. "Yeah, let's go."

He took her hand, leading her through the throngs of people and up the stairs to a quieter part of the house. They found an empty room, it's door slightly ajar. Mingi pushed it open, letting Y/N enter first before closing the door behind them.

The room was dimly lit with a large bed taking up mos of the space. Y/N felt a rush of nerves and excitement as Mingi approached her, his eyes dark an intent. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked softly, his voice filled with a mix of desire and concern.

Y/N nodded, her breath hitching. "I've never been more sure."

With that Mingi closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss. Y/N melted into him, her hands finding their way to his shoulders, then his hair pulling him closer. The kiss deepened becoming more urgent, their bodies pressed tightly together.

Mingi's hands roamed her back, his touch firm and sure. He pulled away just enough to look into her eyes, his own filled with a mixture of lust and tenderness, "You're incredible," he murmered, his voice husky.

Y/N smiles, her heart pounding in her chest. "So are you."

They moved towards the bed, shedding clothes and inhibitions as they went. The world outside ceased to exist leaving only the two of them, lost in each other. Mingi's touch was electrifying, every caress and kiss igniting a fire within Y/N that she had never felt before.

As they tumbled onto the bed, their movements became a dance of passion and desire. Mingi's hands and lips explored her body, drawing soft moans and gasps from Y/N. She responded in kind, her hands mapping out the planes of his muscles, her lips trailing along his skin.

Their connection was intense, almost overwhelming. It was as if they had been waiting for this moment and now that it was here they couldn't get enough of each other. The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

When they finally reached their climax, it was like an explosion of sensation, leaving them both breathless and spent. They lay tangled together on the bed, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Mingi brushed a kiss against Y/N's forehead pulling her closer.

"That was amazing." he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Y/N nodded, feeling deep sense of contentment. "It really was."

They lay in silence for a while, simply enjoying the closeness and warmth of each other. Eventually, Mingi spoke again, his tone thoughtful, "I know this started as just a bit of fun, but... I think there's something more here."

Y/N looked up at him, her heart swelling with hope. "I think so too,"

Mingi smiled, his eyes softening. "Let's see where this takes us."

[imnoonejustapiramide]

Chapter four

Upon a Chance | A Sensei wolf (Cobra Kai) x OC (older, European exchange student from Miyagi-Do that has a past she's trying to run from)

Previous chapter

Entering a nearby local pub, they, with surprise, were met with quite an inviting atmosphere, where it wasn't crowded for one, the lights casted a low glow and slow music played in the background.

They ambled over towards the darkly polished wooden bar counter. Lena then turned an amused brow at the towering man beside her when the barman came over.

"Well Wolf, what will it be," She murmered at him, which he in answer shook his head at in quiet amusement, all the while he let out a low grumble, which made her quirk her lips, and her eyes spark with interest at the atttactive sound.

Which wasn't the only attractive thing about the man, but Lena shook her head at the thought then.

He turned his head to the awaiting barman and in fluent Catalan ordered a scotch, which the barman simply nodded to, before he turned to her.

"The same as him," She simply says, which made the man beside her look upon her in interest now as well,

"And you speak Catalan as well, aren't you full of surprises." he murmered in appreciation, which she shook her head at with a grin.

"Likewise, although, I'm a bit rusty in it." She tells him, all the while she turns her attention to the barman, who is serving their drinks in front of them.

Taking a hold of their glasses, they then clink them against each other in a toast.

"So, what brings you to Barcelona?" Wolf then asks after taking a sip of his glass, while he watches her do the same.

Lena raises her eyes towards him then,

"Just visiting, you?" she tells him, which he quirks his lips at- at the guardedness of her answer, at the challenge of it all, of letting her open up to him, that is.

"The same." He then answers with a teasing edge, before he continues.

"Where did you learn to fight like that?" He then asks her, changing the subject to an easier one, but also because he was truly curious.

For she was good, great even.

"From my mother, who learned it from her brothers and so on- it is expected to know how to defend oneself in our family. And you?" She then lets out, before she awaits his answer in interest.

"Self-taught you can say, before I came under the tutelage of a sensei who fine-tuned my skills. " He opened, before he then continued to explain his journey to her, without truly letting out things that are better left unsaid, for he didn't want her to fly away just yet, not when he finds himself already enamoured with her.

The conversation then flowed naturally, and endlessly from there, with laughter mixed within and their voices dropping lower the longer they spoke, and leaned towards each other.

Their gazes held heat within them when one looked upon the other, unnoticed by by no one, but themselves. All the while everything around them blurred in the background.

Lena then felt a buzz go off in her pocket, which broke the spell between them.

Glancing at her phone, she then sighed, especially when she looked at the time. For it was really late.

Looking up at Wolf, who without even knowing the answer- seemed to understand.

"You're leaving," He then remarked, his tone neutral, while he locked his eyes on hers.

Wanting it not to end, even though he wouldn't openly say it.

"I do, I'm sorry." She told him, without anything more to it, for she did only promise him a drink, and while she liked - this, she wasn't the type to go 'home' with strangers.

Even when she felt an undeniable spark between them, and it didn't help that the man was rather handsome.

Pulling the barman over for the check she then quickly tapped her card on the reader without giving Wolf the chance to intervene, the soft answering beep signified her victory, which she then smugly grinned at.

"I'm a woman of my word, I did say that the drink was on me, " She simply explained to her companion, which he only huffs at.

"Yes, but you didn't have to," He remarked, amused but also exasperated.

She then stood up, but quirked her brow in surprise when she watched him do the same.

"You don't have to," She tells him, which he shakes his head at with a scoff, before he gazes intently at her.

"I want to." He simply says, before he moves his hand towards the door,

"Shall we?"

Lena only nodded, before they both walked towards the door, with Wolf gentlemanly holding the door once more open for her, which she thanks him for.

She then stretches her limbs outside in the crisp night air, with the distant hum of the city being the only sound around.

"I had a surprisingly good time," She then admits, her voice now more quiet, which he smiles at with a nod.

"So did I," He replied, his voice low, while his gaze was heavy with unspoken words.

"I'm going to go now-" She then announces before she slowly turns to go, but he then quickly, yet softly holds onto her hand, which took her by surprise.

His hold on her was firm, she looks to their joined hands then, before she slowly lifted her gaze to his burning one.

"Will I see you again?" He then asks her in a whisper, with an unguarded emotion, for he didn't want this to end.

Not yet at least.

Lena then studies him for a moment before a soft smile then forms on her lips.

"If fate allows it," She tells him with mischief, which he parts his lips at, before it stretches into a smile of his own. A quiet challenge simmered in the depths of his gaze, before they darkened and smoldered.

And hers softened in response then, and despite not wanting to do anything with the man, as she had wanted at first- she couldn't help but be drawn in by him.

The tension was palable then, and then he kissed her.

It was quick, searing and yet- surprisingly soft, and it lasted an eternity to them, when it in fact had been only for a moment. Warmth spread through their chests, making their hearts beat as one, and by the time their lips parted, with their breaths mingled, and lingering, for both were reluctant for it to end.

But she had to end it, for nothing good could come from this- and neither did she deserve to have anything good, for that sort of happiness wasn't meant for the likes of her.

And with a lingering gaze, she then stepped away, and finally walked away.

And Feng only watched as she dissapeared into the night, like a dream he had just woken up from, but the tingling feeling from his lips, and his racing pulse was proof enough that it hadn't been one.

My poor girl 🥲

And boy, I didn't know that I was going to do this so soon- but they KISSED OMG

Were you as surprised as I was?! If so, let me know! And what did you think of it, and the story overall? Pls tell me, don't be a silent reader, it doesn't matter if its short or small, I'd love to know what you think and it also gives me a boost to continue writing ya know )) <3

NEXT CHAPTER

[deathbxnny]

Would love to entertain your Arcane obsession, unfortunately I've yet to watch the show myself :/

We're basically 5-Star chefs, with how hard we're cooking these 6-course meals 😩🤌. But anyhow, as we talked about, we're gonna need a bit of build up before we get to that. Could make for a good bittersweet or downer ending depending on how you look at it. Arlecchino's fear of abandonment and attempts to avoid that loss are ultimately what cause it, and "Mother's" best choice in their relationship being to ultimately end it being one of the healthiest choices she's made.

Until then however, I got hit with an idea literally just before I went to bed that should suffice in the meantime 😙

(Takes place after

Lyney and Lynette are throwing one of their big magic shows in Fontaine, and because they know she loves their performances (and they probably want her to be able to relax, so that they don't have another one of... those experiences...) decide to invite "Mother" and a bunch of the Hearth kids to attend. Now here's where the twist comes in.

Towards the end up the show, Lyney calls for a volunteer, and the spotlight lands on "Mother" with him having obviously planned this from the start. Now, I personally don't think "Mother" would have stage fright, but she'd definitely have that kind of anxiety that a lot of people who don't often go up on stage generally have. Now for the trick itself? Not quite sure... I'll leave that creative liberty up to you to decide on 👈👈😎

X Anon

The Queen of Hearts. | Arlecchino x Fem!Wife!Reader

Please go to my Genshin Masterlist for the other parts of this series! (I can't link the parts here for some reason.)

I honestly had SO much fun writing this, so I hope you'll like it too, X Anon! And yeahhh... the end of this series will probably be miserable, but we love the pain atp. Also... I added a little twist of my own at the end that I hope you'll enjoy!<3

Content: Angst(?), magic shows, reader doesn't get tortured for our amusement for once... unless?, established romantic relationship with Arlecchino, sfw

Reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns here!

((Not proofread))

When you were a little girl, you were selected by Curcabena herself to take part in a play for the whole house and the rest of the motherland to see. You were hesitant even then to stand on stage, speak loudly enough for everyone to hear you, and then act out a scene that felt eerily familiar to your situation now as a grown woman.

A damsel in distress hidden away by the evil dragon lord that Peruere played the part of, albeit with much less enthusiasm.

You remembered looking down at her form as she fought against the knight that was Clervie, and you couldn't help but think, "I never want to do this ever again." And so you avoided being the center of attention ever since, if not just to escape the amused eyes of the audience that delighted in your plight.

Years later, however, you find yourself breaking this promise, as Lyney excitedly hand picks you for the final act of his magic show. And who were you to ever deny your child's wish?

Stepping on the wooden panels of the grand stage, you find yourself reliving a moment from the past, even if it was just a faded memory. If you focused enough under the blinding lights and blurry forms of the massive crowd before you, you could hear Clervie deliver her dramatic speech to the damsel in distress once she finally beat the dragon. But alas, all you could hear were the curious murmers of the crowd, whilst your son smiled widely at you, happy that you agreed to this. It wasn't a secret that you'd rather stay in the shadows of your house than parade yourself in front of people and therefore this moment was certainly a special one.

"Thank you for volunteering, pretty lady! I promise you will not regret this once the final trick of tonight's show is over!" You chuckled at his attempt to make you two seem like strangers, the slight compliment earning giggles from the other children in the crowd. You were all invited by Lyney and his two siblings for a nice evening in the grand theater for a show, considering your deep love and appreciation for it. And despite your slight nervousness at these unexpected turn of events, you still found yourself looking forward to what the young man had in store.

Pulling a deck of cards out of his hat in a very flashy manner, he gave the audience a sly grin. "This trick will look simple to most, as it involves me guessing her desired card out of this deck... however, there will be a slight twist, of course." Shuffling the cards with skillful grandeur, he walked around your still form, eyes glinting in the lights that began to dim around you. "I will be blindfolded. The cards are for her to choose and put in any order she wants to. After that, I will guess the exact cards she chose, and if I fail even one, I will be at risk to dowsed in water... which would be quite the shame for my brand new suit!"

Ah, so he wanted to end his show in a silly way? It was fitting for the young children that attended and immideatly were on board with the idea by the way they cheered. It may not have been the most impressive trick, but at least they were amused, and that was enough for you to go along with it. If anything, you may get a little laugh out of it yourself.

Whilst Lynette blindfolded her brother and Freminet held out the cards for you to pick, your eyes every so often glided back to the audience in search of your wife who was supposed to attend. You wondered if she was held up by work as usual or if she was just running uncharacteristically late... but you doubted it was either of the two. Deep down, you knew she was watching from the darkness somewhere, never the type to enjoy the attention that her presence got her naturally. And you'd find it noble if it wasn't starting to unnerve you lately.

"Now, young lady, please pick five cards of your choosing and turn them around once you've put them in your wanted order. Once that's done, we will begin." You nod at Lyney's words with a hum before picking out the cards.

2 of spades.

5 of clubs.

4 of clubs.

8 of diamonds.

And finally, the Queen of hearts.

Turning them around, you face the blindfolded Lyney and give his sister a confirming nod. "Very well! I will guess each card as you turn it around. Please confirm every time if I was right or wrong." And so it began. You flipped the first one over. "2 of spades." "Correct." Your hand glided to the next one as the crowd awed in surprise. "5 of clubs." "Correct." You'd definitely have to ask him how this trick worked afterward. You wondered if the nervous Freminet in front of you was perhaps a part of it. "4 of clubs. Ah, maybe I haven't shuffled well enough!" "Correct to both." Giggles rang out, and Lyney chuckled behind you. "8 of diamonds." "Correct." The final one was up next. You were honestly glad to get off this stage soon... until something went wrong. Something that shouldn't have been able to happen under any logical reasoning.

"And finally... The Queen of Hearts!" Everyone held their breathes, especially you. "... Wrong. It's the king of hearts." How was this possible? There was no way for the cards to have been switched whilst you were looking at them. And judging by the look on Freminet's face, this was definitely not planned. "W-what?-" Lyney's confused question was cut off by him being dowsed in buckets of cold water that were hanging up in the stage beforehand. His body shuddered as he near ripped off his blindfold and stared at the card you were holding. He was wrong. Even though there shouldn't have been a way for him to be wrong. Just what was going on? He shared looks with his siblings and you, extremely glad the audience thought it was a part of the show and began applauding with hysterical laughs. He will find the strength to feel humiliated and embarrassed later on.

"What the... I thought you..." "I don't know what's going on either!" Lynette whispered back in a hurry before nudging him to keep up the act. Forcing a smile on his face, he let out a laugh and spread out his arms in defeat. "Ah, even a magician has his shortcomings... but alas, I'm glad you find amusement in my plight!" He called out, and you could only share that sentiment grimly when your eyes finally spied the woman you were looking for this entire time.

There she was, leaning against a wall in the back of the theater. And in her hand, she idly spun a card you could only theorize was the one you had chosen beforehand. Your eyes met, her gaze being so unreadable it frustrated and confused you alike. What was the point of that? Why did she essentially humiliate her own son in front of the entire nation like this? The card of the king crumpled in your iron grip as your mouth pressed into a thin line.

Arlecchino, meanwhile, just held your look before pushing herself off the wall and disappearing into the shadows, your silent anger drowned out by the cheers of the crowd and the ringing in your ears.

The evil dragon lord had struck again, but there was no knight to save you this time.

[the-storm-chaser]

Continued from Here

Her eyes widened as the stranger ordered them another round, unable to get her words out in time to say no. Her hand clenched into a fist, leather creaking as a she murmered a disgruntled 'thanks'.

What was it with strangers buying rounds for people they didn't know? It annoyed her that she couldn't return the gesture...but was she expected to?

'It wasn't my place to ask. Sure, there are some who would have looked into it...perhaps even steal it-' There was evident disgust at the thought, pulling the new tankard toward her. '-But that's not my place to know...as long as it weren't breaking the law, thats all I really care about. The work isn't exactly lucrative as is...I'm not paid enough to risk the rest of my life in a cell. There's others who would do so, but their rates are considerably more.-' She failed to mention that they were also some of the shadiest bastards going, but that could be infered by the tone.

She took a sip, immediately noting the difference between the two beverages. Smoother. Far more pleasant.

....So it was a matter of coin...bastards!

Her eyes narrowed as his tone changed, revealing his true intent. Of course there was something else...the drink made sense. She watched as he showcased his abilities, understanding why he had come to her specifically.

So he was a mage...but not an established one? That would definitely spell trouble if he were targeted for any reason. It didn't help that he was so flamboyant...stood out a little from the crowd for sure.

'...How far are we talking?' As the question was asked, she reached down towards her bag, rummaging for a few moments before pulling out a weathered journal, with several papers wedged inside. Maps of several varieties....but there would have been one with where the Dragonborn needed to go.

@akrahan

[doubledown]

Yall already know the drill no MLM fetish people as for minors go while I'd prefer you not to interact I cant control what you do

So this is abit of a specific fic for a certain someone ( you know who you are pooks 💕 )

The reader is Latino with a brown complextion feel free to imagine them in whatever shade you want

The reader will be male and masc terms will be used for them

Some Spanish will be in this used in this fic but a translation with be provided so dont worry about havin to go to google translate

This will most likely be around 2 or 3 parts depending on my motivation

ALSO I HAVE NOT WATCHED THE MOVIE so uh if its not like canon him I'm sorry 🧍‍♀️

Degration, Hook up, Hand job, Public Sex, Cheating, S_lf h_rm ( not described implied tho ), HEAVY Voice Kink

HEAVY on criticism. Trying out a new writing style since I noticed that the one I currently due really doesn't stimulate my brain enough which leads to writer's block. SO YEAH LMFAO HAVE FUN ( P.S THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITEEE AND IT IS KINDA LONG SO SEAT BACKK AND ENJOYYYYYYY )🧍‍♀️

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Your mama says I'm a fool

And yeah, maybe that's true 'cause I can't

stop thinkin' 'bout you

I'm tryin'

I'm tryin' not to forget my words

'Cause when I'm around you, I tend to keep

changin' my mind

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Miguel murmered as the smell of heavy whiskey and cheap liquor crowded around him. He wasn't a drinker at all. He hadn't even thought about it. Well.....not until today. Everything was just going to shit. So he figured he drown himself in something other then self destruction and exhaustion. At least this would kill his worries for awhile after all what's the point of multiverse travel if you couldn't do somewhere where you were unknown? A place you could simply escape without anybody finding you or judging you for your actions. Nobody to put a strong and dominate front for. Just simply unknown and out of touch. " What's on your mind to drink tonight? " The bartender asked abit of a friendly smile on his face. Miguel honestly didn't know what to choose so he just said the first brand of liquor that came to mind. " Just a few shots of fireball.." He said resting his arms on the bar. " Alright hot shot your drinks will be ready in abit. " The bartender said quickly soon off to go take other orders while simultaneously making drinks. He couldn't say he wasn't impressed in all honesty but he had seen it done by failedly by parker. He always tended to try things that really didn't suit him. The bartender looked up and Miguel heart almost sunk in his chest when he spoke. " Buyin a drink or did ya miss me y/n? " The bartender asked leaning over the bar giving a peck on the lips to you.

He couldn't look. He wouldn't look. Yet the gentle rumble in your voice was something that always had a hold on him. " Why not both? " You teased catching onto your lover's lip in your teeth before letting go with a smirk. " You know what I like cariño. " [ darling/dear ] Cariño. Cariño Cariño Cariño Cariño...Even after years away from each other the word still made him his heart burn. Just the way your accent just drove him mad was something that he couldn't even begin to explain. Yet he knew it wasn't his place to feel that way nor right. You two were seperated now. But he wished that things had gone very differently.

" Miguel......Surprised to see you here. " You said your tone neutral but he could feel the hiss of anger in your eyes. You two broke up on a rather...messy note. Things were just too much and miguel wasn't excatly helping with being fuckin spider man and shit. You didn't- No. You couldn't do it. You weren't gonna live in fear that somebody may one day hurt you because they may have followed him home or some shit. So you suggested he retire from doing the whole superhero thing. And he didn't at all take it well. The two of you argued about it for days which turned into weeks. Things were said and one thing led to the other and soon you two weren't even remotely related anymore. He choose people he didn't even know over you. And it stung like hell. But you moved on and forward. And to see him in such a low state....it....it messed with you abit. It brought back some things that you really wished you had buried lower..

" Y/N. It's nice to see you again. " He said with a small smile. You had always been rather...eye pleasing to put it appropriately. Everything just fit so perfectly on you. Every feature on your face to every hair on you head was completely and utterly put together so...Intoxicatingly. And your voice....fuck your voice.... " Ah Im guessin you guys have past? " The voice of your lover pulled him away before his thoughts had a chance to tip off. " Yeah. He's an old friend. " You said simply without bothering to look at the other man. You already you tired from work and really didnt want want to deal with your partner gettin all pissy that your ex is here. " Just a shot of jack daniels Mí Corazón. " you purred. [ My heart ] You knew what your voice did to Miguel. You know what you could gain from him just with a few soft I love yous or just simply saying his name the way he liked. He was a slut for words. Literally. And you had no sympthay for him left in you to care. After all it seemed more like a personal problem then anything. Sucks to suck.

You sat down next to Miguel resting you arms on the bar slightly leaning just enough for that slight arch in your back to show. It was wrong you knew that. Quietly seducing your ex while your partner was right in front of you. But after all you had to return the favor. Finding those texts from all those different guys. You wondered how many times he had fucked some guy while on shift. More importantly how many of them were here now. Miguel was weak when it came to you. He always had been. And the way he shifted in his seat when ever you spoke or the way he seemed so dazzedly focused on your features only proved that he still was a little whore for you. But you weren't gonna simply just give him what he wanted. No. That be too merciful. He needed to beg. Like bitch in heat. He needed to beg like fucking him was a need. Like he couldn't survive without you stuffing him full of what he knew craved.

Miguel cleared his throat and diverted his eyes to his drink as the bartender brough back his drink. " I didn't know you were into liquor. " You said with abit of a curious tone. When did he start drinking?? He always had hated the smell of alcohol at least you thought he did. He used to get onto you about drinking all the time goin on and on about how it could mess up your liver and such. Yet here he was puttin his feelings into a cup. Crazy how things change. " And I thought you didn't fall under stress. " He muttered taking drinking it down in a quick motion. He gagged slightly before swallowing a rather displeasing look on his face. " What? The bite too much for you amor? " [ Love ] You snarked a teasing smile on your face. " No. It's just stronger then what I'm used to. " He mumbled clearly embarrassed by his own reaction. The wound between you too was still fairly fresh. Even more unattended then you both thought. The dismissed jab from Miguel only just proved it.

You swished your drink around not even really wantin it in all honesty. It just felt all surreal and awkward having him around. It just didn't feel natural anymore. And you hated it so fuckin much. Your thoughts were brought out by your rather oblivious boyfriend giving you a kiss on the forehead. " Hey sorry to interrupt you in your space but I gotta head out for a bit. A friend from work needs help movin some furniture. " He said with a smile. " Don't worry about the bar ken is already gettin ready for his shift. " He continued giving you a finally peck before leaving. So that's how he did it. He made a lame ass excuse and left before he could be asked questions. Huh. It was the only thought that came into your mind. At this point feelin guilty was out of the picture entirely. After all if he could go have fun why couldn't you.

You leaned up slightly your left hand grazing the other's thigh as he stiffened. He looked at you confusedly and you simply looked at him for permission. You had always been abit of a fan for open things. It obviously took him a minute to realize what you wanted to do and the clear surprise look on his face almost made you laugh. Yet odd enough he moved his seat abit closer to you despite it. " Hm. Seems like somebody missed old times. " You hummed to yourself teasing his cock through his jeans. He shifted in his seat as he rested his hand on his forehead trying his hardest not to thrust up for attention. You slowly but carefully unzipped his jeans and the entire time the poor man was figiting in his seat. " Desperate much? " You murmed loosely as you teased the head of his swollen cock.

He huffed sharply as he shifted his weight toward your as you wrapped your pretty hands around his cock and pumped it at a rather fast pace. A small whimper came from his throat as you stroked him precum dripping as your pace became relentless. He put his head down on the bar ledge his one hand covering his mouth trying so hard to quiet his soft rambles of pleasure. He twitched and pulsed as what seemed like hours to him as his responses simply got harder and harder to hide. At this point he was pratically mind numb with pleasure and being a whiny mess of a man. Yet you weren't done with your pretty boy just yet. Things were simply getting started.

[mehwmidklpe]

EARLY GRADUATION

I don't like this but it's based on this video (I'll also be making the version where Malachi graduates and you're not a senior yet)

𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐃 has it advantages.

It also has it disadvantages.

You're the smartes person your school has ever known.

They've been trying to get you to skip some grades to be in higher classes. You've gotten the chance to graduate early multiple times. You've even got letters and mails from different high universities who want you at their school.

You've always declined.

Always.

Expect for now.

You stayed for your friends.

For your boyfriend.

But lately you've been seeing the advantages of being entirely done with your studies earlier.

Plus your parents wanted you to.

Which is why your graduation day is today.

Of course you were nervous.

Between all the older people.

Without your friends.

Your family didn't show.

Scared of what baby picture and grown picture they'd project on the big screen.

A speech? Ew.

But your friends were supportive.

Some cried a bit, of course they did, you wouldn't be going to the same school anymore next year.

You'd be too busy at a very high university while you didn't even try to study cause you already knew everything.

They were proud of you, they were happy for you, they wanted to make the best of the summer with you while they still could.

But then there was your boyfriend.

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍

Same age as you. Still not a senior cause he, in fact, was not super ultra smart like you. (yes, he's not 18 yet in this fic!)

He was... so so happy for you. More proud than anyone. But he can't lie, he was also sad. You're leaving. Leaving him.

So now, as you were handed your diploma and people cheered for you, Malachi just watched.

You, on the other hand, were proud of watch you achieved. You made your way trough the crowd of graduates when you heard a broken voice.

"Y/n."

Indeed broken, sad.

You looked at him.

Malachi, your boyfriend who stayed behind. He walked up to you, you walked up to him, you met each other halfway and the tightest, most comforting hug ever.

"You–you were great out there." The boy praised you.

"Thank you." You murmered.

You fell silent.

Then,

"I'm gonna miss you so much." 

Your hand found his hair, stroking it to soothe him. "I'll miss you too. So much. But I'll be there, okay?"

He nods. "Okay."

When you finally pull away from the hug, he smacks your head (in a harmless way!).

"You stupid smartass." Yet he smiled. You smiled back.

"You're just jealous cause I got more brain than you."

And you two stood there. Two smiling idiots who were gonna miss each other like hell. 

All because you had such a good brain.

But your dumbass loved that about you anyway.

"Nice Dominic Fike hat." Malachi pointed out, making you blush, cause yes, you had decorated the hat with Dominic Fike aesthetic pcitures.

Then he spoke again.

"I hate that you're leaving." The latino admitted.

Your gaze flickered away. "I'm not–leaving."

"You're leaving for college." The boy reminded you. "Yeah but... You have me the whole summer. And I'll visit between the holidays. And I'll come to your tour when you're near me. I promise."

Malachi smiled, sad, but loving. "You better." "I will."

And he kissed you then. Kissed you like he meant it, kissed you like he missed you already.

Because he did. Because he didn't want to let go, cause in 2 months you'd be gone. 

So he was gonna make those two months the best two months of your lives.

[justice4billy]

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas

Chapter Twenty

Note; sorry for the lack of updates, I've been celebrating my birthday and I've been on holiday. Not many more chapters to go now thanks to all who are reading and liking.

A few days later....

"Come on man, we haven't even celebrated your winnings yet" Tommy urged swigging another beer whilst leaning against Billy's counter.

Because it didn't feel like a win Billy thought, shaking his head. "I don't feel up to it" he replied swigging his beer.

Tommy shook his head. "This is not the Billy I know dude, come on your a millionaire now, chick's are gonna be all over you" he declared.

"That's the problem" Billy grumbled.

"Come on man, we go to one club and if you hate it we go home" Tommy bargained with a grin.

Billy sighed. "You aren't gonna shut up are you?" He asked.

Tommy shook his head. "Not even for a second" he replied with a grin.

"Fine" Billy grumbled defeated.

He was already dreading this.

........................................................................

The bar was crowded. The pair had to push their way past sweaty bodies to even get to the bar, Billy knew he would hate this but he needed Tommy off his back. The last thing he wanted him to know was that he was thinking about Hannah, and that he had been for a while.

Tommy let out a whistle. "Hey girls" he purred as Billy rolled his eyes, already dreading the interaction.

"Hi" they chirped.

Billy looked round to see two girls standing beside Tommy. If he blinked, he could swear they were almost twins. One blonde and one brunette, hair in tight curls and dresses that were far too short.

"I'm Tommy and this is Billy" Tommy introduced putting his arm around Billy's neck.

"Hey" Billy grunted unenthusiastic.

The blonde eyed him. "Hey" she winked. Billy hid a grimace.

"My boy here is a millionaire" Tommy boasted.

"Really?" The blonde asked coming to Billy's side. "How about you get me a drink handsome?" She purred.

"What do you want?" Billy asked robotic. He hated all the fakeness.

"Martini please" she stated. Billy nodded ordering himself a beer and paying for the drinks. "The names Stacey" she introduced.

"Billy" he nodded taking a sip of his beer.

"What brings you here Billy?" She asked.

Billy shrugged. "I'm only here because my friend bugged me" he stated.

"Ouch" Stacey replied before smirking. "Aren't you glad you came out?" She asked putting her hand on his arm.

Billy snorted, shaking his head. "Not really" he answered truthfully.

Stacey halted, her eyes flashing to his hand. "You're married?" She asked with a hint of judgement.

"Divorcing" Billy stated bitterly swigging his beer.

"Let me guess, you still love her?" She asked.

Billy paused. "I don't know" he answerd not wanting to explain the situation. "I guess I just miss her" he admitted quietly.

"Then you need to get her back" Stacey suggested.

"Don't think she wants me" Billy replied sipping his beer.

Stacey patted his arm. "Well if I was you id-" she started.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in" a voice stated.

Billy furrowed his brows, turning around to see Heather glaring at him. A case full of empty glasses in her hand. "You work here?" He asked.

Heather rolled her eyes. "Like you care" she spat. "See you already moved on" she stated.

"Oh no, I'm actually telling him how to win his ex back" Stacey piped up excitedly.

Heather scoffed. "Like she'd want you back after what you did" she accused.

"What did I do? Huh?" Billy asked.

Heather sneered. "Two words, Jason Carver" she replied.

Billy furrowed his brows. "Jason Carver?" He murmered before widening his eyes realisation crashing down. "Oh shit, no its not what it looks like" he rushed out.

"I'm gonna go and leave you two to talk" Stacey replied walking away.

"Yeah sure" Heather replied.

"Look, I was pissed off to start with she just got under my skin, it was a stupid petty act. But I told him to leave her alone" Billy rushed out explaining.

"She was really hurt" Heather huffed.

Billy ran a hand down his face. "I need to talk to her, do you know where she's gone?" He rushed out.

Heather shrugged. "She wouldn't tell me, just said she needed a quiet place" she stated.

Billy paused, digging in the back of his Jean pocket. He grabbed the picture and shoved it at Heather. "Recognise this place?" He asked.

Heather furrowed her brows. "Not sure maybe Thornton State beach" she shrugged.

Billy nodded. "I gotta go" he stated.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Tommy asked. "Oh hey sweet thing" he purred at Heather.

"Literally, die" Heather scoffed.

"Come on, you weren't saying that last week when I had my tongue down your throat" he flirted.

Heather blushed. " I warned you not to bring that up!" She shouted.

Tommy smirked. "I can show you again" he winked.

"Dude, you and her?" Billy asked.

Tommy waved him off. "Long story, where have you been?" He asked.

Billy swallowed. "I gotta go" he stated.

"Where?" Tommy asked.

"Thornton state beach" he called back.

"You're giving up one million dollars man!" Tommy shouted.

Billy waved at him dismissive. He was going to get his wife back, for good.