#I didn't realize how much I'm actually up to right now till I thought about it

[roses-and-nightingales]

I was tagged by: @crowleydiaz - thanks mony!!! ^ v^)

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Favourite colour: turquoise!! blue greens in general my beloved u vu)

Last song: Writing on the Wall by Will Stetson

Last movie: Across the Spiderverse

Currently watching: Frieren, Spy x Family, Loki

Other stuff I watched this year: Good Omens, Horimiya, Bocchi the Rock, Demon Slayer, Only Murders in the Building

Shows I dropped this year/didn't finish: started the new season of Jujutsu Kaisen and Ancient Magus Bride but got distracted lmao, planning to get back to them!! also Zom 100 and Ranking of Kings

Currently reading: Good Omens, The Song of Achilles, This is How You Lose the Time War

Currently listening to: Hozier, Pinocchio-P, Genshin Soundtrack among lots of other things hehe

Currently working on: got like 5 WIPs I'm chipping away at plus also learning how to drive and studying for the CompTIA A+ and NET+ certification exams!! there's never enough time and I'm so eepy...

Current obsession: Good Omens has commandeered the single brain cell but they can have it, it's okay ❤

I'm tagging (only if you want to): @caffernnn, @ahobbitincamelot, @xiulric, @crownsyn, @a-lilli

[mrsrdlw]

The “first date”

summary: After figuring out you liked each other, you and Eddie started dating. Your first interaction wasn’t the way he planned, so he decided to take you out on a proper date.

warnings: MDNI 18+; virgin!reader; fluff; some nerdy references (star wars troop); oral!fem!receiving; shitty writing- sorry about that.

author’s note: Hey guys, i saw how much everyone enjoyed Eddie’s Valentine story so i decided to make a second part. It took me longer then i thought to post this, but my classes at college just started so i’m still adjusting my schedule.

After what happened, you spent the rest of the morning talking in bed. You couldn't believe you actually got the courage to make a move on him. Even if it was to offer a little help with his "issue". And this was one of the many things that surprised you today. The fact that Eddie liked you back was insane. In your mind, Eddie only saw you as a girl friend. A girl he could talk about everything and nothing. Of course sometimes you caught him looking at you in was different way, but you didn't want to get delusional.

And for Eddie, he was meaning to make a move on you since he realized he was head over heels for you. But he honestly thought you would say it was way too weird to be with him this way. In a romantic way. But what is best then dating your best friend. The only thing that changed was the intimacy of things. So that's why he'd never said anything. Till this day.

"How come both of us liked each other but never did anything?" Eddie asked with one arm under his head and the other wrapped around your waist. You were laying on his chest, listening to his heart beating. You don't know how to feel about this yet. Forty minutes ago, you were still "just friends". And now you're all over each other.

"I guess i was just so scared to lose my best friend that I stayed quiet. It was better to have you in that way than not having you at all." You were being honest with yourself and with him, trying to figure it out why have you kept these feelings as a secret.

"Well i'm glad you released your horny devil today" That made you laugh and he joined you. "But to be honest, it's not how i imagined."

"What do you mean?" You got up on your elbows to see his face, a little scared from his confession. Didn't he just said that he liked it?

"I actually imagined that i would have the guts to ask you out and take you in a very nice date. Very romantic. And then, after the normal stuff normal people do, i could actually try to kiss you. But i guess we're not normal." With your eyes locked, he caressed your cheek.

"Yeah, here we start being naughty!" You said in a playful tone with a wicked grin that only made him laugh. You always loved his smile.

"I guess because we took things a little too fast, this is still kind of... unbelievable for me. Do you feel it too?" You asked, concerned you're the only one feeling this.

"Yeah. Kind of. It feels like it's a dream, right?" He asked and you nodded. "But i'm sure this is going to be as normal as last night was. It's just a matter of time. Also, just in case you didn’t realize it yet, you're my girlfriend now lady, you're stuck with me."

"Oh no! What am i gonna do?" You got out of his chest dramatically and he grabbed you again making you laugh

"Really sweetheart, i don't want you to think you'll have to act differently or anything like that. I don't want you to. I like you the way you are. All goofy and funny and sweet ." He said looking at your lips

"Look at you, all over me, aren't ya?" You said as if you weren't feeling the same

"Yeah, you got me."

After that day, you've been dating, and you couldn't be happier. You waited the whole week for saturday, which was the day of your first official date. That's how Eddie called it. Of course, he didn't want to forget what happened in that morning. But he wanted you to feel extra special. Not just some random girl.

So, he decided to take you to the drive in. This events normally happened at summer, but it was just what he wanted. Something simple, but romantic, where you two could spend time together, watching movies and maybe make out in the middle of it. It was a part of your routine together, watching movies. So, in his head, this would make you both very comfortable with the whole situation of the 'first date'.

He parked his van in front of your house right on time. He pressed the doorbell and there you were. With a cute sweater and a skirt. He loved when you wore skirts. It made your legs look so tempting.

"What do you think? Fancy enough for you mister?" You said looking down at your clothes.

"Oh my lady, you look very fancy. Come on, give me a twirl." You did it and, dramatic in his own way, he put his hand on his chest "You look amazing, sweetheart."

"Thank you, Eds" He always loved when you called him like that. Now, it was even more special.

He drove you both to the location. Even though there was a lot of cars in front of you, you had a great view of the screen. It was only ten minutes before the movie started, so he went to buy you some snacks and drinks to survive through the night. It was a marathon of star wars. The three movies. "A New Hope", "The Empire Strikes Back" and "Return of the Jedi".

The sun was starting to set when he came back. His curls in the golden light just made him look more like an angel to you.

"Here you go. I'm pretty sure we can survive with this, but if you want more, just tell me, a'right?" He insisted on buying the food, not letting you pay for anything

"That's perfect, thanks!"

Through the first movie, you didn't say a word, trying to understand everything in the movie. You always found it very confusing. Alright, maybe you were containing yourself to not put your hand on his thigh or your head on his shoulder.

Eddie also stayed in silence, too anxious to do something and fuck up the night. It was not his thing, getting anxious about girls. It was actually something he was confident. But with you, was a whole different story. He wanted to be closer to you. He was trying to find a way to get you to stay closer to him without being desperate. So he started putting one hand in your thigh. Your warm skin contrasted with his cold hand. He didn't missed the way your eyes went wide the second he touched you.

They gave a break of ten minutes to start the second movie. Now it was dark outside.

"Are you sure you don't want anything else? There is a big line there but i can go, if you want." He still had his hand on your tight.

"Yes, there is enough here." You assured him. You could see he was nervous. He’d made the first move… you could only follow his lead. "I'm just wondering here. This is a date, right?"

"Yes..."

"Don't you think this big space between us is useless? You can get closer Eddie." You said leaving his cheeks with the cutest shade of red

"I'm sorry, i didn't wanted to be too desperate" He said putting his arm around your shoulder and, without thinking too much, you placed your head on his shoulder. Eddie was in heaven. He had the girl of his dreams right by his side.

In the middle of the second movie you were still in the same position. You decided to move but, with the sudden shift, you exchanged looks. For the first time of the night, you were inches away from his lips. You couldn't help but want to kiss him so bad. Feeling the same as you, Eddie placed his hand on your cheek and brought you closer until your lips met. His lips were soft. His scent invaded your nose.

Your kiss changed from passionate to desperate very quickly. Your hands got greedy, wanting to touch him everywhere you could. In need to breathe, you separate. Panting in each other's mouth, Eddie hold your face with his both hands.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, i think we can't stay this close. I can't hold myself." He said making you smile.

"I don't think we're going to be able to pay attention on the movie anymore." Giggling, you hold his hands. "What if i said that i don't want you to control yourself?"

He separated a bit more so he could look inside your eyes. His eyes were wide open, shocked.

"I know you wanted to be a gentleman and all, but i've been thinking about this for the whole week. And remember that little horny devil? He's greedy now. More than ever." You said pressing your tights together. You weren't lying. Since he said he was going to take you on a date, you've been expecting for all the things that could happen. And you wanted to.

He was speechless. It was cute.

"I know, maybe i'm being too excited about everything. But i want it and i thought that if i had to wait for you to make a move, we would do it on the seventh date or something" He giggled at that. You were right, he thought. He wanted that too. But he would never force you to do something he knows that you didn't have much experience and you could be a little insecure. He wanted you to feel safe. He finally said something.

"Are you sure? I told you, remember? We don't have to do anything you don't want to. Especially when we're in this kind of ‘first date’ situation where we feel like we have to do stuff." You kissed him again. All you wanted was him.

"I'm sure. You said yourself remember. We’re not like the normal couples."

"Really? You know, we're in a public place ma'am. You little perv." He said making you both laugh

"So... What are your moves, huh? Gonna do it here with my clothes on or you're going to take me to the back?" You pulled his shirt to you and kissed him again.

He took your hand and pulled you to the back of the van. There was some pillows and blankets on the back.

"You were planning to do this?" You asked getting closer to him again

"I was going to take you to stargaze, actually. But you turned me on now. We'll do it later, kay?" And he kissed you.

Your kiss, like before, was hot. Craving for each other's touch. You couldn’t help but smile at the situation. Two horny teenagers in the back of a van making out like your life depends on it. Your hands travel through his chest down to his lower belly, pulling his shirt up.

"I honestly don't believe you when you say to me you're a virgin" You giggle to his reaction but stoped immediately. With his shirt off, his bare torso was in front of you. The black ink contrasting with the pale skin. You could keep looking at him shirtless for hours. But you wanted something else.

He changed your positions and looked in your eyes one more time, asking for your permission. You give it to him not thinking twice. So he takes your sweater and skirt off, leaving you only with your underwear. Thank god i piked matching ones today, you think to yourself. He kept looking to the white cotton set you chose.

“They’re pretty cute” He said earning a slap from you. “Sorry. I meant it, though.”

Smiling at him, you pulled him closer again by his necklace hanging above you only to stop inches from his lips.

“Why don’t you take ‘em off and see how cute i am without any clothes?” You said proud of yourself for being this bold. His reaction was priceless.

His hands were caressing you carefully, every move with love and affection. With you naked in front of him, his instinct was to drown himself in your neck, your chest, belly. Kissing all over your skin, making you squirm. You could feel his body heat hovering over you. Too overwhelmed by his actions, you try to take his pants off. You needed him.

“Easy there. I think we have plenty of time sweetheart.” He said taking your hands in his. He only laughed at the way you pouted. “I want to make you feel good. So why don’t you lay here and relax?” He dropped your hands, not before kissing them, and went down on your body. “It’s the only thing i could do after what you did for me last week. You were so good.” His warm breath hovered your mound and you twitched.

Not wasting any more time, he licked your clit and you gasped. You’ve never got head before. This was a new different thing for you. But oh, how you loved it. You’ve only felt some kind of pleasure there by your own fingers. But the way Eddie’s tongue kept moving and twisting around, it was a new addiction to your list. Your hands were attached to the blanket under you. You were trying so hard to not let any sound slip from your lips.

“Does it feel good?” He changed his tongue for his fingers and smiled to see you struggling to keep quiet. Not able to speak, you only nodded. Deciding to push things a little bit, he thrust his tongue inside you and you couldn’t hold the moan that came from your throat. Eddie lost his mind. He grew his movements faster than before, wanting to hear that again. He was glad that you only let them out now, or he would’ve cum in his pants by then.

Everything was so good. His tongue and fingers on your pussy and his free hand pressing your hip down so you kept quiet in place. His burning gaze on you, his hair tickling your thighs. His hot breath coming out of his nose and hitting your mound. You couldn’t take it anymore. You stopped him and pulled him up. He was confused until you kissed him. You could feel your taste on his tongue and how his chin was wet by your own slick.

“I-I need you inside me” You said gasping for air. Eddie felt his cock twitch in his boxers. Your voice was hoarse by pleasure.

He took off his jeans and boxers, almost falling down. You giggled at his tongue poking out while he searched through his wallet for a condom. “I hope this is not in there for five years. You know, condoms can expire” You joke trying to act casual seeing his dick again.

“Ha ha, very funny missy.” His voice full of sarcasm only made you laugh. He was crawling his way up to you when you both heard it. Dart Vader’s imperial march was playing. Probably the last movie had just started. You cracked, laughing hard at the situation. You even forgot where you were.

“Who are we kidding, of course in our first time having sex, Dart Vader is going to be marching towards us. It’s your fault” He said playfully

“My fault?! Why?” You asked amused

“Because you’re goofy. There’s no other reason.” You looked inside his eyes. Both of you still smiling. You just had to squeeze his arm so he knew he could move. And that’s what he did.

Slowly, his ran his tip against your wet folds and thrusted inside you. You closed your eyes, feeling his length stretching you open. It burned, making tears swell up in your eyes. Once he bottomed out, you both moaned. Giving you a few seconds to get accustomed to this new feeling, he caressed your waist, grounding you back to him.

He started to thrust slowly into you. It felt like your lungs were out of air. With each thrust of his hips, that started to get a rhythm. The muscles of his arms were flexed, his necklace was swinging, and the hands that before were caressing you, were now holding your hips for goddamn life.

“Holy fuck, you’re so tight” His eyes closed for a second, trying to hold his load a little longer. You watched every move of his. He looked amazing. It didn’t take much time for his dick to reach that spot you struggled to find. It drove you crazy. You arched your back and that made Eddie go faster. You were biting your lip but it wasn’t working anymore. If there was anyone around the van, they would probably hear your moans.

Eddie was also a mess. He wanted to freeze this moment in his mind forever. You looked perfect to him. The sounds you were making, his eyes were rolling back. Your boobs were bouncing up and down with each thrust of his. He looked down where your bodies met and saw the bulge in your lower belly, he didn’t know how long he would take.

“You’re doing so good sweetheart” He pressed kisses on your neck. You weren’t able to talk, but you pulled his hair bringing him closer to you, if that was possible. He groaned feeling you clench around him. He could feel how close you were. Once again, he massaged your clit bringing you to the edge. “Come on princess, cum for me. Just let it go” and with that, you were gone.

“Fuck Eddie” Was the only thing you said.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie

You could only think of him. Your nails scratched his back, your feet pressing on his but so he could go even deeper. Your orgasm washed all over you. With you clenching impossibly tighter around him, Eddie was also gone, cumming hard, biting on your shoulder to control his grutal moans.

When your breathing went back to normal with time, he came out of you taking off his condom and laying by your side.

“You think the van bounced too much?” He said breaking the silence. You laughed at his silliness.

“No. Otherwise people would have come here to ruin everything.” You look at him but he was already looking at you. “They might’ve heard us, though.”

“Nah, they’re nerdy people. They’re probably fantasizing about princess Leia now.” As if if wasn’t a nerd too. “You want to get out of here and go stargazing” He said putting a lock of hair behind your ear.

“That was the plan, wasn’t it?” You pecked him on the lips and got up to put your clothes back on.

And that’s how you wrap up the night. He drove you both to a place where you could see the stars. You kept talking and eating the rest of your candy from the movie. Your first date couldn’t be more perfect than that

[kurogane2512]

omg femchief!reader x chameleon!!! imagine chameleon sending dirty thoughts and praises in your mind as your working. It becomes unbearable to the point you’d start touching yourself in your office..

“Chief~ i need you so bad right now..~”

As she says this you can slightly hear faint moans…

“Mmh~ Just thinking about you makes me wet~!”

You start to get flustered and now you can’t focus on your work.

OMGGJSMSND THIS GIVING ME BUTTERFLIES BRO LMAOAOAKENFJFJF

This is giving phone sex vibes but somehow even better?!?😩😩

Fem!reader

You were drowned in paperwork since morning, so much so that Nightingale had to come in herself and shake you a little to get you out of your working trance whenever she had to say something. Your focus was impeccable sometimes and since you had a lot of pending work to complete before weekend, you were determined to not be distracted.

Fortunately, not many Sinners disturbed you either. Everyone was surprisingly kind enough to leave you and take care of their own problems, unless it got out of hand of course. But how could Chameleon not decide to toy with you during all this? You first heard a whisper, so close to you ear as if a feather brushed past so you paid no need. Then you suddenly heard a faint call of your name, "Chief....~". It was so loud in your head that you broke your focus and had to look around to see if someone was calling you but your office was empty.

Strange, you thought. Were you hearing things due to stress? Maybe a coffee would be good now. You finally put down your pen and rang up Nightingale's office number to ask for a coffee when suddenly the same voice resounded in your head again.

"Aah~ Chief....!"

You retracted your hand from the telephone and held your head. You knew that voice well.

"C-Chameleon?"

"Oh, Chief~ Come here and do me, I need you so bad mhm~"

You were not mistaken. It was definitely Chameleon and she was.... moaning? Was she actually moaning in your head?

"Aaah! Chief! R-Right there~ Yes.... oh you are so good at this!~"

She was pleasuring herself thinking of you. But was she actually doing it or simply playing with your head?

"Ahn~ Fuck me, Chief! Yes....I'm cumming~"

Your face was red up till your ears. Her sultry moans and whimpers kept ringing in your head, making you turned on as well. You didn't realize when your hand roamed down your pants to unbuckle the belt and slip inside your underwear. You circled your clit while pinching your nipples through your shirt, leaning back on the chair and softly moaning. How could she turn you on with her voice alone? No, it wasn't just her voice. Somehow, you could vividly picture having sex with her in your head, doing exactly the things she moaned out about.

You could see her on top of you, clothes discarded as she straddled your lap and your hands played with her breasts. You could see how she held on to you as she rode your fingers, throwing her head back in ecstasy every time you hit the right spot. You could see how you pinned her on the bed and proceeded to pound into her deep and hard, making her see stars as she cried out her release. You imagined all of that as you fingered yourself and released as well, resting on the table as you breathed out and came to your senses.

You were astonished. She was too much. You quickly fixed yourself and cleaned up before walking to Chameleon’s cell to talk with her. She was leisurely sitting on the bed and watching some movie, all innocent and unaware of what she just did in your head. Oh, but you knew she was well aware. You knew that she knew why you were here, why your face was all red and your breath haphazard.

"How may I help you, Chief?~" She asked with a smirk as she stood up and watched you come inside, oh she was so excited for what was to happen.

[organizationhimself]

i actually can't believe I'm only just now understanding the sick burn of the WINNER stick in the year of our lord 2024.

i always assumed roxas gave this to axel based on some kind of childish logic i didn't really understand. you know, like he's giving up something important while he's running away from home, or he's rejecting the whole ritual of the ice cream thing and making it a fuck you, axel, hope you feel like you won something. (idk, i played kingdom hearts before all my baby brains fell out so i didn't really question these things.)

but here's the thing, and it's unique to the game (the manga has a different take). roxas finds that WINNER stick towards the beginning of the game, when axel's not around to explain it. so he just kinda forgets to mention, and as a result has this thing that axel is totally unaware he has for months and months.

it's not till much later that axel thinks to mention, oh hey, if you find WINNER written on one of your ice cream sticks, that's good or something, and the kiddos are like why?? and axel goes good question i don't got a fuckin clue, I've never found one, but you must win something cool right??

FRIENDS. i need you to understand something about this man's ice cream consumption.

we know FOR A FACT that axel has been eating an average of one (1) sea salt ice cream bar for nearly an entire year. bbs proves there is an outstanding chance that he has been eating it for multiple years before that, yes alone, yes still sitting on the clock tower (or equivalent), pathetic wet cat of a man, you might not like it but this is what peak performance looks like. so even if we're more generous than I'm inclined to be and say that between twilight town's discovery, castle oblivion, skipping days because of interpersonal drama or missions running late, etc., axel has only had 1-2 ice creams per day for about eight out of twelve months, friends that is AT LEAST 240 fucking ice creams in a row?? comrades HE HAS TO BE GOING TO THE SAME STORE SOMETIMES. we're not even talking about roxas, who is there on the clock tower EVERY DAY, rain or shine, ice cream in hand, and has never found a second winner stick. who decided this ratio of winners to losers, willy wonka?? what the fuck is this marketing campaign?? no wonder axel doesn't know what you win when these things are rarer than ethers in kh1 and roxas should be mailing that thing to a museum. how does axel even know the WINNER sticks exist?? I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS.

anyway, the point I'm getting to is that there's this other seemingly valuable thing that axel can't explain the purpose or use case of to roxas and xion's satisfaction. and it's also something roxas has had for months without axel's (or tbh his own) knowledge, never once realizing the significance of it.

that thing is of course, hearts.

so when roxas leaves that stick behind, yeah he's probably saying "i don't need your friendship anymore." yeah he's probably saying "screw this, screw you, i quit."

but he's also saying "here's this thing you wanted that has value i don't understand, and i know you don't get it either. pursuing things like this is obviously more important to you than we are, or you wouldn't still be here in the organization's stronghold to find this. i didn't need to have this thing to make those days with you guys worthwhile, but since you're still looking for one, here it is. i hope it was worth it."

like jesus kid. here i thought he was supposed to be the fire guy.

[kristlewrites]

“Shoot! Take a Panorama”

CW: semi-public sex, degradation (slut, whore, bitch), oral (m!receiving), slut-shaming, nickname (mamas), dacryphilia, rough sex, but dw aftercare at the end!

PAIRING: TattooArtist!Law x Blk!FemReader

WC: 1.9k

🫧🗯️: Thank you so so much for all the support on my lastest fics, it means alot to me!🫶🏽 uh ive never gotten a tattoo yet, so if the tattoo experience isnt accurate... oh well! I had to watch a video to get as best as i could ijbol. Also way off topic but has anyone watched bottoms, like its probably one of my fave movie releases this year.

MINORS DNI

(Cheese!)

Hand in hand you and Perona skipped down the cold sidewalk. It was just a little past midnight and both you and Perona were all jittery with excitement. While you guys were at Peronas apartment, she had this insane idea that you guys should have matching tattoos. "It'll be so cute!” She squeals, holding up her phone showing some ideas. Searching through pinterest you guys had finally come to an agreement on the design, matching stars in hot pink ink right on your waist. You guys spend about thirty minutes looking for a parlor that's open this late.

“Ohh it's gonna be impossible” Perona sulks, throwing her phone across her bed. Laying down in defeat

“No, look! I found one and look they take walk-ins too!” You exclaimed you show her, her mood quickly changes while she springs up from the bed and starts jumping

“Well let's go!” She shrieks, opening for her closet revealing all different shades of pink and black clothing pieces. She put on a cute two piece outfit and you were ready to go!

You guys approach a small store, built with red brick decorated with neon lights flickering ‘Open 24/7’. Deserted parking lot, with only two cars assuming that they both belong to the employees.

“Is this the right place?” Perona questions. 

“Umm, It should be” you reply with a little uncertainty in your voice “It should be fine though”

In sync you guys make your way towards the glass doors, met with a cold breeze sending yall into a shiver.

“Hey what can I do for y'all?” A woman's voice vibrated through the room, capturing your attention. “My name is Bonney”

“We wanted to get matching tattoos.” answered Perona, her arms tangled around yours squeezing them.

“Awh, that's so cute. Give me a minute, I have to tidy up the studio.” Bonney existed the counter and headed into a room towards the left

“Ahhh! I'm so excited” Perona shrills, making her way towards some chairs lined up against the brick wall.

“I know right!” You respond admiring all the beautiful artworks lined up against the wall varying with color and realism. ‘The people here must be really good’ you thought to yourself, sitting next to perona.

Bonney comes out of the room waving to Perona letting her know it's time. “Wish me luck y/n” Perona whispers, clearly nervous but also excited at the same time.

“Law should be ready for you anytime soon” Bonney reassured you, closing the door behind her.

Now that you were alone, you finally realized the severity of the situation. You didn't think about the consequences till now, and how irresponsible it may seem that this was decided just on impulse. But not just that but what about the actual process? Your pain tolerance was below average.

“You can come in now.” you hear a rough voice from across the store. Reluctantly you grab your purse and get up from your seat making your way slowly into the room.

 Hesitantly Knocking on the door, “Hello” 

The door opens wide to reveal a tall melanated man littered with tattoos from head to toe.

“Show me your design” He asks, not even giving you attention. Pulling out your phone, you show him the design. He pats onto the chair gesturing for you to sit down. You lay down onto the chair facing towards the ceiling while he fishes for his tools. “Where do you want it?” He asks, still searching for his tools.

“Right here” You lower your shorts and point down towards your waist. 

He moves his chair towards his desk and quickly starts sketching out the design, “Is this alright?” he asks, displaying his outline, you nod at his impressive work. You flinch at the coolness of the alcohol. Which he wipes down the area of your stomach making sure that it is nice and prepped. He sets down his stencil sketch on the region where you want the tattoo to be, tearing it off gently leaving the ink on your skin.

A few seconds later you hear the intimidating buzzing noise of the machine coming closer. “Let me know when you're ready” Law asks, wiping down the tip of the needle. You nod nervously. ‘Its now or never’ you think to yourself. 

You squirm from the contact of the needle converging on your skin, you tense up a little from the pain but with time the pain becomes much more tolerable. It takes no time at all, you finish as quick as you started. He pats down the area of the tattoo with care then gets up “Don't make any sudden movements, I'm gonna grab a bandage real quick” he declares standing up leaving the room. 

You reach for your purse, digging for your wallet. But it wasn't there!!? ‘Ohmyfuckinggod; you thought to yourself immediately you sat up “Shit!” you whisper shout from the pain of the freshly inked tattoo. No way you left your wallet at personas apartment are you kidding how does that even happen. You were sure that it was in your purse when you left.

You hear Laws footsteps come closer and lay back down, you're so fucked.He comes in setting down the bandage and running through the aftercare steps. You are not even paying attention, worried about how you'll be able to even leave. “Did you get that?” he asks

“Um, yea.”

“So cash or card?”

“Well about that…I kinda sorta left my wallet at home.”you say  “Do you guys take apple pay?”

“No.” he says bluntly

“Well h-how about I cash app you?” 

“I'm not allowed to receive tips”

“Pleaseee” you were pleading for you life

He shakes his head no

“Well, how am I supposed to pay you?” you say whining a little bit.

A devilish smirk sneaks up across his face “I have an idea.”

Next thing you know, your knees are on the cold hard tile,tears streaming down your face, nose running, and your mouth is stuffed with laws long filthy dick. He viciously grabs your braids pulling you back, “Do it correctly whore” he seethes

“I-its t-too much” You say sniffling 

“I don't want to hear it bitch, you will take it all.” He says while slapping his slimy cock on your face then pushes you back onto his dick causing your eyes to roll back. You continue to suck on his dick, twirling your tongue around the tip. Using your hand to make up for the rest of his cock twisting it round and round. You look up to him with your big brown eyes pleading. And my oh my is he enjoying the view, your crystal teardrops flowing down your beautiful face, you breasts spilling out of your tank top, it's like a masterpiece to him.

He thrusts his dick more into your mouth causing you to choke, “You dirty lying bitch, saying you can't take it all, well look at you taking me in so well” he snickers. Seizing your head he pushes you back and forth, your mouth rocking against his cock, “you need to go faster, I'm getting bored up here” law says. Mindlessly you obey, rocking vigorously on his cock, gagging you go faster and faster taking him whole. He pulls your head once again and jerks your head in a smooth rhythm, your tongue rotating in a fluent pattern on his penis sending him into a state of unconsciousness. Without warning you feel his warm gooey cum shoot down your throat. You open your mouth, rejecting the feeling “Nuh uh don't even think about, swallow it all.” nodding eagerly you gulp it down, shivering from the weird sensation traveling down your esophagus. “Open wide” Law orders, obediently you do just that.

“Ah” You open your mouth wagging your tongue, he sticks his thumb inspecting your mouth.Your face was a wreck, saliva and drool smeared all across your face, nose running, stained trails of your tears.

“Good girl, now get on the chair and get on all fours for me”

Without a second to think, you remove your clothes leaving them on the floor, you jump onto the chair raising your plump ass in the air. (If yall are confused it like those chairs that can retract down like this)

“You filthy slut, your pussy is leaking like a goddamn faucet are you not ashamed?” Law whispers into your making you even wetter. Even when you had just met him, you were already so attracted to him. His deep rough voice, his tall figure, slim long fingers, and his tattoos crawling in every corner of his body. It was hard to keep your composure when he drew the tattoo on you, and now seeing him underneath his clothes was enough to send you over the edge. You have to admit this was definitely not how you imagined this night would go – poor Perona is probably already done with hers waiting for you in the lobby– but you can't say you're mad about it. 

Grazing his fingers across your already slimy clit pacing it back and forth teasing at your entrance. He slowly slips his lanky fingers into you, moving it slowly and steady taking in your warm embrace. Going in out into your melty cunt, preparing for his aching dick itching to enter you. Releasing his fingers a smooth ‘pop!’ sound pronouncing itself. Effortlessly he pulls on a condom, gears it straight towards your hole. Gradually, he inserts himself into you returning into that warm enclosure.

“Mmph” your eyes roll back at the fulfilling sensation of his cock into you, pulsing your cunt begging for more. You arch your back a little bit yearning for his whole dick.

“You're such a greedy bitch, arching your back like a greedy little slut. You want me so bad don't you?”

“Mhm” you mutter

“Nuh-uh use your words lil mama or else I won't be able to help you”

“I want it! Pleaseee”

“Good girl” law says in a rewarding tone then grabs your hips violently thrusting into you relentlessly showing no signs of slowing down. You reach the ends of the chair, trying to keep yourself supported from his endless stamina. “Im gonna fuck you so good, your pussy wont forget my dick.”Law grunts as he hits your g-spot repeatedly, it sends you over the edge, drooling spilling from your mouth, eyes rolled back beyond, brain turned to mush. You can't even speak, being an incoherent mess. 

“L-law, i-m gonna c-cumm” you mumble out disorderly a trail of spit spilling onto the chair.

“C'mon bitch, come on me like the dirty slut that you are” Law muttered. “Agh” ,without a second to waste your orgasm comes flowing through your body. You shudder at the sensation of it crashing down. Panting hard, Law continues until he himself releases into the condom.

You wake up with your whole body in shambles, ‘what the fuckkk’ you mutter to yourself. Trying to lift yourself up you feel a great surge of pain in your back. You look around the unfamiliar scenery to realize you're not in your bed, or not even Peronas?!?!? Panning your eyes down to the chair that you were sleeping in, the memories come back to you like a flood. “What the fuckkk” you say even louder, understanding the severity of the situation. Law enters the room with a towel. You stare at him in disbelief, you cannot believe what you have done.

“Don't worry about your friend, I sent her home already” Law winks

You raise your arm towards your forehead, hiding in shame of what you have done. You can hear Law chuckling in the background and you just wanna drown yourself.

[natriae]

if ur still taking requests and/or when back from hiatus, gojo smut. his gf has always been secretly jealous of her reader “bestie” and has always sabotaged her in little ways, not to her knowledge. after gojo finds out he’s been getting cheated on, he decides to get it on with the reader who he always liked instead and tells her the truth of her “bestie”

I really hope this is what you were looking for ♡

warnings: your bsf is a bitch, oral (fem receiving), lmk if i missed smth

"I'm gonna go head to the bathroom," you tell the small table as you get up to head to the restroom. A few days ago Riko, your best friend, had messaged you suggesting a double date with your current boyfriend. Since you had only been going out with Kei for a few months you thought it be a good test of his character to see him interact with your best friend.

Once Kei gave you the go-head to begin planning you began giving him the run down of your whole relationship with Riko. From you two meeting in highschool till now. Her competitiveness and swift actions to how she's always wanted a family. To say you were excited would be an understatement. Riko was always there when things went wrong. You were her right-hand man. However you didn't realize how little you knew about her boyfriend till Kei had asked about him. You knew his name was Gojo and that he was strong but not much else. You'd only met him a handful of times and even then Riko had kept him at a distance.

Walking away from the table Gojo lets Riko and Kei know that he's gonna go grab another drink from the bar. Standing not to far away he can still hear the conversation at the table behind him. With in seconds of him walking away Riko quickly changes the topic from a vacation her a Gojo went on to a crush you had in college.

"then she- omg" Riko can't hold in her laughter as she begins the story, "sorry, Y/N was just so desperate she literally like stalked this guy, and when she asked him out she tripped and hit her head on this like pole thing-" She burst out laughing again causing Kei to laugh with her. As Gojo stands at the bar waiting for his drink to be made his eyebrows srunched together hearing his girlfriend bad mouth her friend right in front of her new boyfriend.

By no means was this anything new, but Gojo had assumed Riko would see how much you really liked this guy. It was obvious you actually saw a future with him. But hey, if it's really meant to be he would stay, right?

"Also has y/n told you about her stomach problems?," Riko asked. Gojo didn't need to turn around to know that she was leaning in like it was a secret, yet held no sense to quiet down. Kei must have shook his head because she continued, "oh, you don't...she's probably embarrassed, but you should know she had like really bad stomach issues. She honestly might be puking right now," Riko lets out a little giggle at that, "It's so nasty. Well I bet she didn't tell you about her trust issues...she gets so jealous and clingy- oh here she comes," Riko finishes, plastering a fake smile.

Gojo turns around to see the once excited man now with an uncomfortable look on his face. Shit. He walks back to the table and sees your innocent face smiling. If only you knew. He watches as you reach your hand out to Kei only for him to withdrawal and look away from you. The pain he watched flash through your eyes he hopes to never see again. Turning to his right Riko still has her smirk on her face and drops it when you look at her. She shrugs her shoulders and pouts her lips at Kei's antics. Letting you know she doesn't know whats going on.

"I think it's best I go," Kei says, not even looking at you.

"is everything alright," You ask still throughly confused at his change in behavior.

"yeah, yeah..um, bye," at that he gives a curt wave and quickly exits the establishment. Gojo watches as your eyes begin to water at the sight and Riko quickly moves to "comfort" you.

"I really liked him," you whispered to no one in particular. Riko lets out small 'I know's as she pats your back. Gojo had seen Riko act like this once or twice, but he never really thought she did this on purpose. How could he date someone so cold.

That night while Riko was in the shower Gojo felt her phone buzz on her nightstand. 2 texts. One from you and one from an unsaved number. Checking to see if the bathroom door was fully shut he quickly opens Riko's phone to read the texts.

Y/N: He said he never wants to see me again :,(

××x-xxxx-xxxx: I booked us a hotel for this weekend ;)

×××-××××-××××: Wear the lingerie I like

Scrolling through the texts he sees photos and sexts sent between her and this mystery man, but he doesn't feel hurt. All he can think is how badly Riko fumbled. This dude's dick isn't even that big. Call him egotistical but he's the best anyone can get. Getting up Gojo walks to the bathroom door and cracks it open.

"Riko,"

"yeah," she calls back.

"when your done pack up your things and move out," He doesn't let her respond nor does he show any kind of pain in his voice. He shuts the door and begins his way to your place. Why was he with her anyway. He wasn't able to be his loud self around her.

Opening your door to see Gojo standing alone was a surpise to say the least. Why is he here and were is Riko. He takes off his sunglasses and his eyes flash you a look of sadness. As if he's reading your mind he says, "I broke up with Riko and there's a lot you should know,"

~~~~

"w-why would she do that?" you questioned after hearing everything Gojo has said. She ruined every good experience you had just for fun. "and why would she cheat on you?" Gojo watches as your eyebrows scrunched up in irritation and confusion. To him you looked like a cute little bunny, and he'd be lying if he claimed that he's never had a wet dream about you. Looking back he's cum more times at the thought of you then his own girlfriend.

Reaching over Gojo's thumb rubs between your eyebrows allowing your face to relax. Leaning in, he knows it's not the right time but who cares, he tells you, "you wanna know someone who never fell for Riko's bites at you," He watches as your eyes begin to water at the thought that your whole friendship was a lie.

"who?" you meekly ask staring into his enchanting eyes.

"me," he responds with a small smirk. His hand had moved down your face to start caressing your cheek, and his smirk holds something a little bit darker as he moves in to kiss you. His lips are soft as he kisses your top lip, then pulling away and kissing your bottom. You've known Gojo gets whatever he wants and now you understand why it's so easy for him. You swore your brain shut off as he kissed you. His free hand moved to your waist and attempts to pull you into his lap. Without thinking you straddle his muscular thighs still kiss him passionately. You feel Gojo's large hands make their way under your shirt and to the clip of your bra. You gasp as you feel him unclip the hook and eyes from one another.

Gazing up at you he quietly says, "there's something I've been craving for some time now, but it was kinda hard to satisfy my hunger".

"why?" you questioned, pulling back and srunching your eyebrows waiting for his response. Not realizing that the face your making has the blood flowing stright to his penis.

"What I was hungry for wasn't on the menu, but now it is," he smiles before he's flipping you onto your back. All you can see is white hair but you can feel his kisses trail from your face down to your neck, then over you clothes, and finally to the button of your jeans. He gives you a look that speaks 'can i?' before continuing. Nodding your head you lean your head back on the pillows and stare at the ceiling.

There's no way this is happening. Gojo, the Gojo Satoru is taking your pants off right now. Feeling the first tug you close your eyes hoping that this isn't a dream. The sound of your pants hitting the floor. His long hands spreading your legs a part. The feeling of his lips kissing up your thighs. It's all far to real to be a dream.

That first lick, the zap that ran up your body, your stomach sucking in at the shock. God, all it took was one lick for him to have your toes curling. No wonder he says he's the most powerful

[elderberries-and-honey]

Lawrence continued to wake long before the house began to stir, when the moon and sun hung simultaneously, vying for dominance in the sky. That was, if he managed to sleep at all.

He had moments in-between his darkened moods, mostly during the precious few moments that he actually got to spend with his family, that the clouds in his mind parted but for the most part, he remained unhappy. His wife noticed his exhaustion of course, worrying silently much of the time, trying to remind him to slow down every once in awhile. However they both understood it simply wasn't within in their means for Lawrence to not have to work so damn hard.

That didn't keep Winifred from trying to brighten up his days whenever they got lucky and their children remaining asleep a few extra hours in the morning. And that morning in particular, it seemed they had been blessed with good fortune.

"Good morning," She whispered, her voice velvety and almost melodic, a tone she saved only for her husband, while her digits began dancing along the woolen fabric of his trousers.

Lawrence tried to slow his thoughts, to stop thinking about his seemingly never ending to-do list.

He thought of the drunk he'd had to kick out the night before, the pesticide that wasn't working to remove the bugs, the chickens that needed more feed, and the soil that needed tilling. Around and around the thoughts circled, unable to slow them long enough to concentrate on the warmth of his wife's delicate hand slowly beginning to move downwards.

As she slipped her hand into his trousers, Lawrence's heart began to race. Her gentle hands were more than welcome, and her supple lips kissing his chest through his shirt would have normally been all it took to bring him closer to that euphoric place he so often craved to be at with her.

It wasn't that he didn't want to go there, truly, he did! But it seemed nothing was happening, his body simply not responding to the movements of Winifred's softened hands inside his slacks. He laid back, staring at the ceiling while his mind didn't allow him any grace, even at an intimate moment such as this, and continued to fire at a rapid pace.

Once Winifred realized what was happening, or what wasn't happening rather, she withdrew her hand immediately. "Is everything alright?" She asked sheepishly.

Lawrence sighed, closing his eyes as he settled back into the pillows, a masculine attempt to mask his embarrassment, he simply nodded in response.

This had never happened in their three years of marriage, and she hardly knew what to think, only that she felt guilty for not realizing sooner that he hadn't been in the mood. "I'm sorry, Lawrence, I wouldn't have if I'd known that you didn't want to." She clarified.

"It isn't that I don't to, I just can't right now...I suppose I'm still rather tired." That was the understatement of the century. He was far past tired, beyond exhausted even and this was proof that his body couldn't keep going like this for much longer.

Nonetheless, with Lawrence continuing to put on a courageous face day after day, Winifred could not have realized how much he was suffering inside. Consequently, she started coming up with an explanation for his rejection the way she knew best - by blaming herself.

Since her second pregnancy, she had put on more weight, and while she tried her best to view it as an act of love rather than something superficial, she had become quite self conscious about her slightly pudgy tummy and stretch marks. "Is it, is it me?" She asked out loud. Once the question left her lips though, she couldn't even look in her husband's direction anymore, dreading to hear the answer.

Having nearly gone mute with humiliation, Lawrence hid his face in his hand, trying to keep Winifred from noticing the way his cheeks now flushed.

Eventually, Lawrence rose from their bed with a heavy sigh. He wanted to reassure her, explain that it wasn't her fault in the least, that she was the most stunning woman he'd ever seen. But he couldn't find the right words, and so instead of saying much of anything at all, he mumbled a vague apology and headed towards the door to go find his work gloves and begin another day.

Winifred couldn't keep from feeling embarrassed, her chest rising and falling with the threat of tears until they eventually spilled over. However, the sound of her baby crying in the next room kept her from disappearing into the feeling. She simply wiped her eyes, ready to put on a happy face for her children and try to pretend this hadn't happened.

That very same afternoon, Millie and Winifred had been out shopping already at the markets when Winifred suggested they go into the secondhand store nearby. Nearly everyone they knew bought their fabrics from there, and it was much cleaner than the others in town, with hardly any stale odor or dust lingering in the air.

"What do you think of this?" Winifred asked, trying to choose between the white and pink spools of linen fabric.

"For who? Beth?" Millie asked, raising an eyebrow.

Winifred shook her head in response, dropping the fabric. "No! It's for me. My blouses are snug these days, and my skirts even tighter in the waist." She paused, turning to look at Millie's face who was still gazing at the linen. "I've been thinking maybe I need to add a little color into my wardrobe and try to be...a little more sophisticated?"

Millie furrowed her eyebrows, scrunching up her face. It was a gorgeous fabric, and it would make a striking gown for whoever decided to purchase it, but it still wasn't very 'Winifred'.

There were things that had changed about her best friend in the years that passed between them not speaking, but Millie was reasonably confident that her fondness for rich, dark colors hadn't. Or at least, she hoped not. It was one of the things that made Winifred who she was and Millie adored her allure to all things moody and macabre.

Millie and Winifred had been friends for so long that they could recall when they both wore ribbons and pigtails in their hair, since before they'd realized that someday boys were meant to cease their teasing and you were supposed to kiss them. It was a remarkable thing to keep a friendship for that many years and they both treasured it equally. Even more remarkable still, Millie could easily tell when she had something on her mind.

After a series of questions, Winifred finally told Millie what happened that morning, mortified by it all over again.

Millie responded with 'oh my', 'oh, honey' and 'you poor thing' throughout the entirety of the story. Still feeling rather troubled about it, Winifred found herself tearing up again during the retelling, but she knew that she could trust Millie.

After listening, Millie offered what she could of advice, finishing her thoughts on the matter by saying, "I've never seen anyone look at a person the way he looks at you. You move Heaven and Earth for that man, Winnie, I can promise you that."

As Millie had done for her so many times throughout their childhood, Winifred found herself feeling a bit better near the end of their conversation. She didn't know what she was going to do when Millie returned to London, but she couldn't worry herself with that thought today too.

She pulled Millie in for a hug, thanking her for the comfort, holding her for a long while before they interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. When they pulled away, they noticed the shopkeeper was looming over them.

"I wasn't try to eavesdrop on you ladies, but I couldn't help overhearing your predicament." She bit her lip nervously before continuing. "I have a garment I think might be of interest to you...will you wait a moment longer so I can retrieve it from upstairs?" She asked.

After exchanging a single glance, they both turned back to her, giving an enthusiastic 'yes!' at the same time.

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[kaziwi]

hiiiii can you write like a college au where you’re like struggling in a class and ace or zoro offers to tutor you but in reality they don’t know what they are doing and only did it to get close to you

thankssssss <33333333333333333

Hii!! This request was SO CUTE!! I did write a lot though so sorry about that!!

I hope you enjoy!

Fake Tutoring You

Character(s): Zoro, Ace

WC: 1,183

Zoro

You groaned as you looked down at your latest biology test. In big red marker pen the letter F was written on the corner of your paper. You were failing biology.....like really REALLY failing. You were screwed if you didn't pass this semester, but you just didn't understand anything. You had no idea what to do, until the guy next to you spoke up.

He said his name was Zoro. You had sat next to him all year long, but didn't really talk much. He was always really quiet and you didn't want to bother him. He said that he noticed your grades hadn't been the best lately, which had you flustered while you covered the F on your paper.

He reassured you that it was fine, and offered to tutor you. This was perfect!!! You thanked him so many times and gave him your number and said that you guys could figure out a time and date later. You left class happier than you arrived, excited for your first tutoring session.

Zoro was screwed. He didn't tell you this, but he also happened to be failing biology. Well...not failing....but it wasn't much better than your grades. Every day he thanked Chopper for tutoring him before tests because without him he would be in the same position as you right now. He had a crush on you, but had no clue on how to ask for your number. When Nami suggested this method, he had thought it would be flawless. Now he realized that he actually had to tutor you. Stupid witch. She probably did this just to embarrass him.

As soon as you were out of sight Zoro pulled out his phone and rushed to call Chopper.

"Hey Chopper, you think we can have another tutoring session tonight??"

"Didn't you just have a test a few days ago??? You have another??"

"Um....well....basically..." Zoro explained his current situation to Chopper, and tried to ignore the snickering from Usopp and Luffy in the background.

"Sorry Zoro, I can't tonight, but if you want I can email you a few online text books you can read through to prepare!!"

"Yeah...thanks Chopper" Zoro hung up and held his head down low. He knew he was screwed, but maybe, just maybe he could help you a little. He got a text from you later that day asking if 2pm tomorrow was okay. Zoro said sure, eager to see you, but this meant he had little time to prepare. He opened all the links Chopper sent him, pulled out his bio notes, and drank more coffee than he ever had before. He was going to be a biology MASTER by 2 pm tomorrow.

It was now 2pm and Zoro was RUNNING to the library to meet you. Maybe staying up till 5 am preparing wasn't the best idea....

You were waiting at a table, constantly checking your phone. It was 2:15 and he still wasn't here. You planned to wait another 5 minutes before leaving, till you saw a sweaty Zoro run up to your table.

"Sorry I'm late, I overslept," He panted out. Honestly he looked like shit, his clothes all sweaty and his hair was a mess, but it was a little cute...

"It's 2 pm....do you usually sleep this late??"

"Haha..sometimes..."

Zoro sat down and pulled out some notes and a textbook. This was his big moment, the moment he's been preparing for. You would be wowed by his biology skills and then ask him out...haha....

About 10 minutes into tutoring, you turned to him and asked, "You don't know what you're doing...do you.." It was pretty obvious, every question you asked he stuttered or had no clue how to answer. You felt bad and thought that maybe he was just nervous, but after awhile even you could tell he didn't know anything.

Zoro realized it was pointless denying it, so he confessed. He was worried you would be upset at him, but after he explained everything you just laughed.

"If you wanted my number all you had to do was ask," you said between laughs. Zoro was flustered at first, but soon joined you in laughing about the situation. You promised him to not consider this your first date and he promised to introduce you to his really smart friend Chopper that could tutor you.

Ace

The letter F covered your computer screen. At this point you didn't even want to check your grades anymore after seeing your recent scores. You were failing Calculus, like really bad. You had no clue how you were gonna get your grades up. While wallowing in your own self pity, someone tapped your shoulder.

You turned around to see Ace, the guy who sat behind you. He had a cheeky grin on his face while commenting that he couldn't help but see your test scores, and offered a solution.

You had never expected him to be good at Calculus, as he was always goofing off, but after he kept insisting he could help, you caved and set up a time and date to meet.

Ace did a silent cheer as he left class. You and him were going on a date. Well...technically it was an unofficial date where he would "tutor" you, but that didn't matter. He was so excited that he forgot that he was ALSO failing Calc!! Yay!!

He immediately called Sabo and told him about his accomplishment.

"Are you really that stupid Ace," Sabo said in a stern voice over the phone.

"WHAT it was a good idea!!"

"Ok...but what about tomorrow when they expects you to tutor them and you can't...don't you think they'll get mad."

Shoot. Ace didn't think about that one.

"SABO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HELP MEEEE," Ace cried into the phone. Sabo reluctantly agreed and they stayed up until 2 am prepping Ace to tutor you.

Now a VERY tired Ace walked to a near by café, hyping himself up for his "date." He walked in and looked around till he spotted you sitting at a table in the corner of the café. God you looked beautiful.

Ace walked up and greeted you, pulling out the notes him and Sabo made last night. He was ready, HE COULD DO THIS, and then maybe...maybe after you could go on a real date.....

Lets just say things did not go according to Ace's plan. You slowly realized that he was talking nonsense and had no clue what he was doing. Even after prepping with Sabo all night Ace still couldn't answer your questions.

"Look, I just did this so we could spend time together. I wanted to ask you out, but I wasn't sure how to. Then when I saw your grades...I had this spur of the moment idea and-"

"Ace it's fine," you cut him off, "Really its ok, I get it, how about we forget the math and consider this our first date?"

Ace was more than happy to do that...and he promised he would introduce you to his much smarter brother, Sabo, to help you get your grades up.

[pandorasprongs]

INTERLUDE | are we still friends?

'it's nice to have a friend' fic masterlist + playlist | previous chapter

PAIRING: jamie tartt x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

SUMMARY: after months of ghosting, reader finally gets to talk to jamie again at the end of her second year.

WARNINGS: language

A/N: so we're going back in time to when reader's in uni and early in jamie's man city career :) hope u all enjoy! (also i know frats aren't a thing in the uk but i didn't find that out till after i published the prologue rip) i'd also suggest listening to 'are we still friends?' by tyler the creator for this chapter too just for the vibes — also!! thank you so much for 200 followers it's insane so many of you enjoy my fics :))

Age 19

"And that's it for this semester! Congrats everyone!" Your professor greets the room as the last person finishes their presentation. The room cheers, — albeit weakly given that most of the students there were coming down from their finals week caffeine addiction, — and everyone soon starts filing out.

You pass by your professor on the way out with Liv and hand her the trinket that the two of you planned on giving out to all of the professors you've had this semester. Some out of gratitude, some to make them feel guilty for the low marks they've given. This certain professor, a lady in her mid-40s who has been in the STEM area of research for years, had designated the two of you her favorites.

"Thank you so much, ladies. It was such a pleasure having the two of you in my class." You both give her a warm smile before heading into the hall. 

When you make it outside of the building, Liv lets out a cathartic scream of relief. "It's finally done!" You laugh at your friend's reaction. You were glad too, but not enough to yell in public.

As you headed back to your student hall, you pulled out your phone. It had become routine to message Jamie every time you were heading back to Manchester, which you were the next week when your parents picked you up.

Hey Jamie! How've you been? How's Man City? Saw the match with Cardiff, you did great.

You press send before adding on, If you're still here, maybe you want to meet up before you go back? I'm heading back to Manchester next week too if you want to meet up then instead. 

You send that too and type out I miss you, but after glancing at the rest of your unread messages, you delete it and sigh in defeat.

You don't even know why you're still trying. You haven't spoken to Jamie in months. No, it's almost been a year. The last time you did was when you went home for the summer holiday after your first year of uni, but even then, Jamie seemed distant and cold. He left the lunch early too after he got a call from his manager, much to your dismay. Even before that, his messages to you were getting less and less frequent till he finally stopped replying a few months into your second year.

Maybe it stung more knowing it was around the time you left that you realized how really felt about him. It wasn't just platonic love anymore; you might've actually been in love with your best friend then. But those feelings have since disappeared, at the same rate that Jamie disappeared from your life.

So now you were in a pub, supposedly celebrating the end of your second year in uni, but you couldn't stop staring at your phone, waiting for a reply. You've been re-reading your message to him and staring at that delivered in the corner until you finally broke out of the trance thanks to one of your friends calling out to you.

"Oi! You're not even tipsy. Are you playing or not?" Tina asks and you shut your phone before shifting your focus to the conversation. Right, you're playing Never Have I Ever.

"Shit, sorry," you apologize before lifting your hand. "I am now. What's the last one?"

"It was never have I ever slept with a footballer," Liv explains quickly, but the entire group had this knowing look on their faces that told you everything they thought of you.

Maybe it was fueled by the anger directed at said footballer or the fact that you knew they all thought you were a prude for not having hooked up with anyone the whole time in uni, — as far as they knew, — but you give them a knowing look that caused everyone's expressions to shift.

"No fucking way, you have?" Sam asks and you take a shot as confirmation.

"Technically yes," you explain but decide to hide which player it was. Because if they knew it was one of the up-and-comings of the Premier League, you'd never hear the end of it. Plus, one of them was bound to snitch to a newspaper for sure. "Back when I was 17 and before I left for uni, I slept with someone who ended up getting scouted." You neglect to mention that someone was your best friend, who agreed to be your first time because you were sure you'd make a bad decision the moment you stepped foot in a uni.

If they knew where you were from, they would've figured it out instantly. But you didn't have a Mancunian accent and none of them had ever bothered to ask where you were from over these two years — except Liv, who was no longer paying attention to the whole game and just scrolling on her phone, — so you were basically in the clear.

They moved on from your grand revelation quickly and continued with the game. At the end of it, you were probably the most sober out of all of them, so you ordered a Cosmopolitan. Maybe alcohol led to bad decisions, but at least it kept you off your phone.

You continued to talk with your friends till Tina gasped. You all turn to her to ask what happened when she exclaims, pretty loudly, "Looks like all of us have a chance at checking 'hooking up with a footballer' off our lists tonight." She giggles before leaning back into her seat.

You join the rest of them to look at what Tina had just seen and realize that not one, but two teams' worth of players had just walked into the pub. From Cardiff City and... Man City.

You already feel your heartbeat quickening and your eyes instantly start looking for Jamie in the crowd. The thoughts of 'he has to be here,' and 'he can't be here,' battle it out in your head, but when your eyes finally land on your former best friend, you don't know if the butterflies in your stomach are a good thing or not.

"Well, fuck it." You hear one of the girls you're with say as she downs another shot and gets up from the table. Some of the others join her in the group, but you're still frozen from nerves. Best way to heat up? More cocktails.

You watch with the other girls from a distance as the braver ones take their chances with the footballers on the other side of the bar. But for most of it, you can't take your eyes off Jamie. 

He looks really different, like bad different. He's loud and boisterous, but not in the way he was before. You watch how he talks to his teammates and you can almost see how his overconfidence masks the level of insecurity he has with much older players. Or maybe you're overthinking it. You haven't seen him in a while.

When your friends get back to the table along with some new drinks and stories, you try and listen intently. But you really couldn't stop looking behind them.

You don't think Jamie's felt your eyes on him, so you weren't worried he'd turn and see you staring. But if he did, you wondered how he'd react. Would he go wide-eyed and stare back or just look away as if he didn't just spot his best friend of a decade at a pub? You were about to find out.

After downing one of the drinks in front of you, — you weren't even sure if you were the one who ordered that one, to be honest — you excuse yourself from the table. When they saw where you were walking over to, they decided to start cheering. It did help your nerves, even though you were approaching them for different reasons.

"Jamie!" You get his attention and the moment his eyes land on yours, shock fills his face. You almost scoff at that. He goes to the place where you're studying and assumes that he wouldn't run into you?

You didn't even plan out what you were going to say, so instead you sarcastically greet, "Nice to see you here. In Cardiff. Where I go to uni."

Jamie doesn't say anything and just continues to stare at you. His cocky facade almost slips too, till one of the other Man City players rests his arms on Jamie's shoulders and he suddenly tenses. You've seen him before, probably in one of those tabloid articles, judging from his overall demeanor. He seemed like the type to get into those scandals.

"Ah fuck, I thought we got rid of you lot already. Don't you have enough drinks from your friends over there?" George, you finally remembered his name, states and you're taken aback. He must've seen you coming from that direction.

"No, I'm not here for that." You answer bluntly before turning back to Jamie, starting to get annoyed. "Are you seriously not going to say anything?" 

The Jamie you knew would be the first to defend you, even if it was just over someone knocking into you in the halls or stealing your pens. But it wasn't that you were after, honestly. You just wanted him to say something, anything at all.

"You know her, Tartt?" George scoffs and looks at Jamie. When Jamie continues to stay silent and just looks down at his feet, he chuckles and nudges the younger footballer. "A past hook-up, huh? Judging by your reaction. No need to be embarrassed, Jamie," he glances back at you and tries to whisper, "She's quite fit. Well, by your standards."

You roll your eyes, the anger starting to bubble. Now, Jamie had to say something right? But seeing no reaction, you correct him yourself. "Look, I'm not one of his bitter exes. I'm his..." You actually don't how to end that sentence.

George takes advantage of your pause and by now, some of the footballers around them had turned their attention to the scene. "Look woman, I don't care who you are to him, but take. the. fucking. hint."

You still don't remove your eyes from him. "Jamie," you whisper, almost pleading at that point.

Jamie looks up and seeing the multiple eyes on him at the moment, he finally speaks up, "You want an autograph or something? We're trying to enjoy our night, so I'll sign a napkin for you and you can be on your way."

The coldness in his response causes you to stumble and you take a step back. What did he just say to you? You try and search his face for any sign of remorse or guilt. Something that says, 'Please don't hate me, I didn’t mean it.' Nothing.

The sounds of the other footballers laughing don’t help either; it only contributes to the rising feeling of heat and embarrassment in you. You can feel the tears starting to form. There's no reason for you to break down in front of all of them, so you answer quickly, "Right. No need. Sorry for disturbing your night." 

You turn around quickly, but not without hearing George ask Jamie who you were. For a second, you almost thought he'd give him the truth.

"Dunno, probably some fan I met before." That breaks the dam and the first few tears drop to your cheeks. A crying girl isn't an irregular sight at a bar, but you really didn't feel like staying in the same place as Jamie anymore.

You approach the table to grab your things when you notice that most of your friends had already scattered across the pub. The only one left there was Liv, — who was the designated driver for tonight despite your university being a 5-minute walk away — who notices your tear-stained face and is quick to rush over to you. "What's wrong? What happened?"

You shake your head. "Don't worry. I just want to head back." Liv hadn't even known you for two years, but she knew that you weren't one to talk about your feelings. Instead, she nodded and offered to help you out of the pub, but you shook your head once again. You had a relatively high limit and partner it with what just happened with Jamie, you were practically sober. You grabbed your clutch and coat before rushing out of the place, furiously wiping the teams from your face.

Fuck Jamie Tartt. Fuck those Man City losers. Fuck everyone involved in turning your best friend into whoever that was. The boy you once knew was gone. Fully and completely gone. You had to accept that.

But even then, you thought you'd hear the door open behind you. You thought it would be Jamie. You thought he'd chase after you. You thought he'd pull you into a hug. You thought he'd apologize for what he did and for everything. You thought he'd cradle your face as he did so. You thought he'd plant a tender kiss on your lips as an apology too. You thought he'd re-enter your life as if nothing had changed.

But he did none of that. 

And you went home alone.

—

"(Y/N)? It's Liv, again!" You hear from the other side of your door, but make no attempt to move from your position in your bed. It was just too comfortable, perfect for wallowing in when you've officially ended the longest friendship you've ever had. Liv continues, "I'm heading home soon, but I asked Donna if she could keep bringing food for you to your door till you head home."

You were touched by the gesture but knew you weren't going to touch any of those bags till late at night when the hall was completely deserted. Till then, you'd be sleeping. Your parents had delayed picking you up till the last day and you've never been more glad about that.

"See you next semester! Love you!" were Liv's parting words and once you heard her footsteps recede, you fell back to sleep.

In all honestly, you've lost track of time at that point. Yeah, it was pathetic sitting in your room as if you were mourning the death of a loved one, but it's not like anyone cared. Well, Liv did, which is why she started bringing you food when she realized you weren't leaving your room, but she was heading home to London. Your parents had no idea what happened and you intended to keep it that way. The rest of your friends were off with their own lives, not even giving you a second thought. Jamie sure as hell didn't care what happened to you. He made that clear.

So for the rest of your time left in the hall, you just stayed in your room. Like a hermit. Jamie would've found it funny, you thought once, till it caused you to burst into tears once again. The more you tried to forget Jamie, the more you thought of him, which was the worst loop you could be in.

He's even in your dreams. One of them felt so real because you were in your exact position in reality when your phone rang. You saw his name as the caller, but 'dream you' just pressed decline. Even deleted the missed call notification. Good for her.

Then, you wake up to a missed call and a text from your mom. On route to Cardiff! Can't wait to see you, sweetie. 

Ah, fuck. Had that much time really passed? You jumped out of your bed and start fixing up. Technically, you had 3 and a half hours to do so, but counting showering, cleaning up your suitcases from your dusty closet, and shoving almost a years worth of items into said suitcases, then you were in a bind and never prayed for traffic more in your life.

And from the sheer fear of your parents giving you a sermon in front of the entire building, you almost forgot about your former state of wallowing in self-pity. Then you were faced with taking down the decorations on your wall. 

There was a mix of everything from school banners, even flyers, and pictures you'd taken with your friends and parents. You started with those first until the only ones left were the ones related to Jamie. You had pictures with him from multiple stages of your life. There was one from the first football match of his you ever attended and one from your graduation, too. 

You had kept the note he made you when you were 16 and you joined your first individual debate tournament. ‘Fucking smash it!’ was scrawled in his handwriting on a post-it note, which you've hung on your wall since your first year of uni. 

Even the rings he used to buy you for your birthday till his mom told him to find something new. You slowly pulled them from your desk drawer and realized there were only four. One missing. They were old anyway. You end up shrugging it off and placing them into your suitcase.

When you started inserting the rest of the items into an envelope, you continue to look at that picture with Jamie from when you were seven. Suddenly overcome by an emotion — rage, pity, nostalgia, you're not really sure, — you crumple it with your two hands and hold it like that for a few seconds. 

You finally let go and see the two distorted faces, you're suddenly overcome by feelings of guilt. 7-year-old Jamie didn't do anything wrong; what was the point of taking your frustrations on a picture of him? Maybe you can throw darts at a printed photo of the current Jamie when you get home instead.

You flatten the picture as best you can before putting it back into the pile in the envelope. You finish packing your desk and place all the items into one of your suitcases. You look around the room, satisfied. Sure, your sheets weren't made yet, but you were going to leave the place anyway and you needed to shower. It was 40 minutes till your parents would knock on your door, — as seen in the picture they sent of the GPS — so it was more than enough for you to get ready.

Time passed by quickly and soon, your dad was helping bring your bags down to the car while your mom talked about how much weight you've lost while you were away, like they always did. 

"Oh! Jamie, he had a game against Cardiff last week, right?" Your dad remembers as he starts the car. You almost freeze at the name, but turn to look out the window to avoid your parents catching whatever expression you had on your face. You were too tired to mask it properly.

"Yes, he was amazing!" Your mom exclaimed before asking. "Georgie said she told him to meet up with you here. Did he?"

"No," you answered quickly. You never lied to your parents, which is probably why they accepted your response so easily. You don't look back at them and continue to look at the passing trees. "Must've been busy."

A/N: yeah... and there you go! here's what happened that night in the pub and hopefully it makes me much more clear why reader still holds something against jamie! we're going back to the present day timeline for the next one so stay tuned!

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PLS MAKE A PART TWO FOR “when the first love returns” i genuinely loved it sm and cried a bit ngl… part two should be so fluffy and jake possibly proposing 🤔🤔

When the First Love Returns Pt. 2- Sim Jaeyun

Summary: Jake grovels after you almost took a break with him after his ex tried to break you guys up. He realizes just how afraid he is to lose you so moves up the date for his proposal plan

Genre: fluff fluff fluff

Warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, jake is so guilty omg, grovels a LOT, proposal. mention of reader not being Korean (?)

Author’s Note: the amount of people asking for a pt 2 to something i wasn't even confident posting in the first place made me so happy😭 hope this is what y'all wanted!

NOTICE: (the names used for side characters are fake names, with the exception of the enhypen members. the fake names don't represent any real life characters.)

(gif not mine!)

(moodboard is mine, pics off Pinterest)

Today was Minji's last day in Korea. Jake begged you to go to the airport with them but you really had a lot of work to get done, so you said goodbye to her in your apartment and sent her off with Jake.

On the way to the airport they didn't talk too much but they did have one last conversation before she went into the gate.

"Thank you for everything Jake," Minji started. "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable the other day."

Jake sighed. "Minji.. you're a good friend and I don't want this to ruin our whole group. But please, don't think we can ever be anything more than friends.. we dated for a year in high school and that was that. I love Y/N, a lot."

Minji nodded. "Yeah yeah, it was wrong of me to try and win you back.. I understand that now. Cynthia yelled at me a lot yesterday."

Jake let out a hearty laugh. "Yeah, she's had Y/N's back this whole time.. thanks for being so understanding Minji. Again you're a good friend of mine; let's keep it that way."

"Agreed. You're proposing this December in Australia right?"

"Actually... I'm proposing next week."

Minji's eyes widened with excitement. "What, no way! What happened, why the sudden change?!"

Jake rubbed the back of his neck feeling embarrassed. "I.. haven't been the best to her recently.. actually the night you were at your grandma's.. she wanted us to take a break."

Minji gasped. "Jake.. I'm so sorry."

He shook his head. "It's okay. We talked it through, I begged her not to do this, and she agreed. So I've just been, I don't know, scared? That night really shocked me so much.. I don't think I can wait till December. I'm moving all the plans around to next week."

"Jake that'a awesome! You got the hotel and flight tickets and all?"

"Yeah yeah, everything was booked yesterday."

Just then the last announcement for Minji's flight was made. She gave one last goodbye to Jake and headed to the gate as he made his way back to his car.

Jake had never felt so guilty like he did the past two days. It was eating him up; the fact that he gave another woman more attention than he gave you; the woman that you were uncomfortable with him being around. Every time he thought about it he winced and thanked God that you didn't leave him.

You had forgiven him; Jake loved you and you never once doubted that. But he didn't care– he'd make it up to you in the best way possible.

After leaving the airport he went to the ENHYPEN dorm to tell the news about him moving up his proposal plans and assigning them their roles. He then went to the company to talk to them about his decision. They already knew you Jake was proposing in December and were fine with it, but now Jake had to tell them the slight change in plans so they could have the statement ready by next week.

Once all of that was taken care of Jake headed back to the apartment and started cleaning. It wasn't messy; how could it be? You were so good at taking care of the house, taking care of him, taking care of your relationship when he'd mess it up..

Jake sighed as he walked into the empty house. You were just at work, he knew it of course. But he couldn't imagine how distraught he'd be if every single day he came home to an empty house, knowing you would never return.

Jake started by cleaning up the guest room and guest bathroom Minji had used; putting new sheets, changing the trash, wiping down the furniture. He then went on to clean the rest of the bathrooms in the house, then tidying up the kitchen and master bedroom. Once those were taken care of he took a 10 minute break to order food, and continued on cleaning the dining room and living room.

You were exhausted, having a hard day at work yourself. You trudged up to the front door and fumbled with your keys before the door swung open revealing a very happy yet tired Jake.

"Hi baby, you're home!" he exclaimed.

You giggled and pecked his lips as you walked into the house. "Hi my love, how was your day today?" As soon as you walked further into the house you immediately realized it was sparkling; everything was sparkling. You turned to Jake in shock who was standing there expectantly. "Jake.. did you clean the house while I was gone?"

He eagerly nodded. "Did I do a good job? Actually you can't judge just from seeing this.. I cleaned the guest bedroom, our room, the bathrooms and kitchen too!"

Your eyes were still widened in shock and you slowly wrapped your arms around Jake's neck. "Baby, I appreciate it but why'd you do all of that? I would've come home and done it anyways."

He wrapped his arms around you. "It's not fair that you have to do all of it," Jake pouted. "I live here too, this is my house too. I should take on some of the household responsibilities."

"You do honey! You have your own chores and I have mine."

Jake shook his head. "I just take the trash out and pay the bills once a month Y/N. You clean and cook almost everyday.. I come home every single day and appreciate it but I don't think I say it enough so I'm sorry. I genuinely appreciate everything you do, and after doing what you do for a day, I'm fucking exhausted."

You laughed as you pulled him into a hug. "Aww, thank you Jake. Really, I appreciate this a lot."

"Of course baby.. by the way, is it too late for you to put in some vacation days for next week?"

You raised an eyebrow at him. "What are you plotting now Sim Jaeyun?"

"Nah nah nothing.. I was thinking you and I could spend a couple days in the Maldives?"

"Maldives!? Jake, are you serious!?" you squealed.

Jake smiled, relieved you were this happy. The Maldives was a dream destination for you; you had always talked about going there so why not get proposed to there?

"It's a day long flight," Jake explained. "We need two days for the flights, we'll spend 4 days there. What do you think?"

You squealed again and tightly hugged Jake, jumping into his arms. "Thank you thank you thank you!! You're the best boyfriend ever. When do we leave?"

"Friday."

You were so excited for the trip that Friday felt like it was in forever, but finally you were in the Maldives. The first night you guys slept almost immediately after getting there because you were so drained but the next day you guys were up bright and early, enjoying all that the Maldives have to offer.

Today was the last full day in the Maldives, and the two of you were enjoying some down time in your private hotel room pool. Jake glanced to check on you and saw you at the edge of the pool, furrowing your eyebrows while staring at your phone. He swam up to you and grabbed his beverage. "What's wrong baby?"

"My parents," you responded. "They're not responding! I know I have good service so I don't know why they're not answering."

Despite you not looking at Jake, he still looked away from you. He couldn't lie to you, and he knew that if he mad eye contact with you, he'd spoil everything about the proposal. "M-maybe they're just busy."

You shook your head as you tried dialing them again. "No.. it's like just past evening in my country right now, they're definitely home."

Jake knew he had to distract you before you somehow caught on. He just had to hide all of this from you for another couple hours; as tonight was the proposal.

From the minute he woke up this morning he felt like throwing up. Every single second he felt like regurgitating. You wouldn't say no right? Nah nah, you love him.. right?!

"Baby," he called out as he grabbed your phone gently from you. "It's okay, we'll check on your parents later. Maybe they tuned in early? Our parents aren't getting any younger you know."

You hummed. "Yeah yeah you're right... I'll call them first thing tomorrow morning."

Oh you definitely will.

Jake pulled you back into the middle of the pool and you guys spent more time in the pool until you felt your skin pruning. After you had come out of the shower you saw a couple of wrapped gifts laying on the bed. You looked to your boyfriend with a confused look and he just returned a smug smile.

"Open them," Jake commanded. "It's for our date tonight."

You headed to the bed and one by one opened the boxes. The first one had a beautiful pair of pencil heels covered in golden and silver sparkles. Next was a black leather handbag and the one after it had a diamond crystal heart necklace. The last box you opened had your jaw drop slack open. The dress in the box perfectly matched the shoes; it was pretty short in the front but the tulle in the back went all the way down to the floor and without wearing it, you could tell it would snatch your waist in such an alluring way. It was off the shoulder with a straight neckline and the short bit of sleeves there were drooped down to your elbows.

You caressed the sequins on the dress before turning to your boyfriend and jumping to hug him, not caring you were in just a robe. "Jake, I'm gonna cry! You're the best and this whole look is amazing! Thank you so so SO much!"

He rubbed your back as he held back a huge grin. "Anything for the love of my life." He kissed your forehead before letting you go. "Get dressed, I'm almost ready. We should head to the restaurant in an hour."

Jake had booked a reservation for the two of you at "The Cloud"; an Italian-Chinese sit down restaurant that had numerous 5-star reviews for not only the food but the fancy and romantic ambiance as well.

You two enjoyed your extremely romantic dinner; the food was tremendously good and you two just couldn't stop laughing and looking at each other with the utmost love you could hold in your eyes.

After the dinner Jake suggested a walk on the beach and you happily agreed, not wanting the night to end. You were walking hand in hand, you barefoot with your shoes in Jake's empty hands.

"Jake," you called out breaking the comforting silence.

"Yeah baby?"

You looked to him and kissed his cheek softly. "Thank you.. for everything. The last 4 days have felt so magical I just.. I can't even describe it. I really appreciate everything you've done for me, everything you've made me feel."

Jake's eyes softened as he looked at you, returning the kiss on the cheek. "Again, anything and everything for you baby. I'm just glad we're finally getting quality time alone."

You hummed. "Minji and you are good right? I didn't intend to break up a friendship."

Jake snapped his head towards you and gave you crazed look. "Baby, what are you talking about? You did nothing wrong! If my friendship with Minji would've ended it would've been because of her trying to break us up. You went through so much the last couple weeks and held everything in.. I'm so proud of you but I can't help but feel guilty because of it."

You took your free hand and caressed Jake's forearm with it. "Stop feeling guilty; you've done more than enough to make it up," you giggled.

Jake hesitated a little before biting his lip. "Well, does that mean you don't want the last surprise?"

You groaned. "Jake there's more? You've already done so much what could possibly–"

"Shh," he brought a finger up to your lip. "Let me do the talking right now." You both stopped walking and Jake let go of your hand. He placed your shoes on the sand and stood in front of you. "You trust me right Y/N?"

You vigorously nodded. "Of course Jake! With my whole life."

He gently kissed your lips before reaching into his pocket for a blue velvet box and got down on one knee making you gasp.

"Jake! I–"

"Baby," he whined. "I said let me do the talking." He waited for your nod to continue and did so with a sigh. "Okay look, truth be told I had a completely different speech prepared for this because.. actually I was planning to propose this December when we planned to go to Australia. I had this whole yacht lunch date planned and then an orchestra band and an after party.. but then the last couple weeks happened. And when you suggested we take a break, I.. I felt like my entire world collapsed."

Jake had tears threatening to fall out of his eyes as he looked up at you with so much love. "You are my entire world.. I couldn't ever imagine a life without you, and I don't think I could wait 3-4 more months to propose. This moment right here, this calm after the storm, it feels right. I want nothing more than to be with you forever. I– I can't promise that I'll always be a good husband even though I know you'll always be a good wife, and I'll apologize for that every single day that I'm alive, but I'm always going to do my very best to keep you happy. Nothing matters to me more than your happiness. Let me be the only man to make you happy forever Y/N. Please.. will you marry me?"

You didn't trust your voice as you could feel the sobs closing up your throat so you nodded, extending your left hand for Jake to slip the ring on; it fit perfectly.

He finally let the tears slip and came up from his position to hug you tight and you let him, wrapping your own arms around his form as you two sobbed. Jake kissed your head repeatedly. "Thank you baby, thank you for making me the happiest I've ever been."

You pulled back a little for the hug and kissed some of his tears away before kissing his plump lips. "I– I love you so much Jake I– thank you for everything."

Jake kissed you once again, murmuring an 'I love you too' as you two finished crying. He grabbed your shoes again and put his hand out to grab your now bejeweled one. "Shall we head back to our room, my fiancee?"

You couldn't help but break out into a smile at the new name. "Of course fiance... God I wish my mom was picking up my calls so I could tell her we're engaged..."

Jake laughed. "Your mom won't be picking up any calls for abouttt.. another 45 minutes," he reported checking his wristwatch.

You cocked your head at him. "Why? Is she not home?"

"She's on a plane.. to Korea.. your whole family is.. for the celebration party of our engagement. My parents are there by now too I think; Heeseung Hyung should've picked them up by now."

Your eyes widened. "What? You flew my parents out?!"

Jake eagerly nodded. "Yup! That's why we're heading back to Korea so early tomorrow morning; we have an engagement party tomorrow night with both of our families and closest friends. I got the guys to decorate it. They'll do fine right?"

You shook your head in disbelief at how this man could continuously sweep you off your feet. "Sim Jaeyun the man you are.. how many more times are you gonna woo me in this lifetime hmm?"

"Oh you have no idea baby."

[nicosraf]

Hi Rafa!

Back again in your inbox and I have what’s probably a silly question but I am nothing but silly and goofy so I’ll ask anyway

I was thinking about yk the verious depictions of lucifer (as every sane and normal person does) and it got me wondering onwhat made you decide to characterise Lucifer the way you did, mainly because usually in modern media he’s very much seen as a anti-hero and mostly he’s seen as a good (-ish) guy that didn’t do too much wrong, the rebellion is usually very much written off as something akin to teenage rebellion and God is just seen as a disappointed parent that had no other choice but teach a lesson to his kids (and well that is of course because gods forbid someone sees God as anything less than the perfect father but I digress), for example the Lucifer series does this and in part too hazbin hotel.

And idk it was refreshing to see your read of Lucifer, he starts good and very much kidlike and then his wonder and love become corrupt I’d say, I struggle to call him evil because well for one I have what could be considered too much sympathy for him and I understand him, he was set up to fail in a lot of ways. So I guess I just wonder what made you say “no I’m going to keep the “bad” and “evil” that is in him”

(I am aware that the answer is probably just well he’s like that in most classical depictions but idk I want to hear you ramble about Luci and his development because that’s always interesting and I love it ajdhsh)

Sorry for the confused ramble anyway lots of love from Italy <3

-J :)

Hello! This is a dangerous question!! I have many many essays I'd love to write about the depiction of Lucifer in media and about what eventually led me to making Lucifer like that. It's also fresh in my mind right now because I saw that Lucifer Hazbin Hotel episode recently. (I actually don't have a ton of thoughts on Hazbin Lucifer. He is very cute, but Hazbin isn't trying to be theological I think; it's just having fun with the mythology.)

I would say that societal depictions of Lucifer always mirror a lot of the way that society has come to understand not the devil, but God, parent-child relationships, authority, tradition, and so on. Some people think Paradise Lost was the first to make Lucifer a hero, but it's actually very clear that Milton wanted his flaws to outweigh the good things, to make Satan ultimately a bad person, and to justify God's actions to us.

Like 200 years later, William Blake started saying that Paradise Lost was pro-Lucifer, though by accident: "Milton was of the Devil's party without knowing it." But Blake lives in a very different time, during the French and American revolutions and the industrial revolution. Old traditions and empire are getting shaken up, the story of Lucifer looks a lot more heroic.

I won't get too much into how Satanic panic affected things (or even the rise of anti-theist communist regimes!), though I think the Satanic panic of the 90s really exacerbated Lucifer's connection to teenage rebellion. (Also, I'm focusing on the US because of how much their media is exported and influences other countries).

But so then we got the modern Lucifer I used to see quite a bit — suave, night club owning, slutty, probably referenced bisexual, manipulator of women. I always thought this development was kind of strange. It's almost like what Blake did to Milton's Lucifer; we didn't change how the people before us thought of him, we just decided that the Lucifer we're supposed to hate is actually super cool.

But I was not super compelled by this Lucifer. And I reference these lines a lot, but the idea of Satan in Western Christianity came from several passages from the Bible, one of which is Ezekiel 28, and I was really struck with line 14: “You were blameless in your ways from the day you were created till wickedness was found in you," as well as the multiple times the chapter stresses that the cherub of Eden fell because of his corrupting beauty above all.

I realized I never really saw "blameless" Lucifer, innocent Lucifer. In a lot of interpretations, he's just sort of born wrong or always a little Evil. But the lines say that he was innocent once, and I got really caught up in that. I thought of God watching Lucifer be beautiful and innocent in all that time (like a voyeur).

It felt like the next step in Lucifer's development to take the child-parent relationship between him and God and make it ugly. (Though sticking with the dichotomy of good vs evil didn't really work for me. Lucifer isn't good but he's not evil either, and the weird love and hate mixture is what brings him closer to how God is, too (to me)).

We live in a day and age where all authority is being critiqued, where we don't laugh at teenage rebellion as much. I mean, if you watch any recent Disney movie, you'll see parents learning from their children to stop the cycle of generational abuse. And, of course, with Lucifer becoming so associated with queerness (Lil Nas' MONTERO for example), the framing that he's just a metaphor for a teen rebel who will one day realize his dad was right... falls apart. Lots of teens kicked out of their house for being gay are grown up now and making shows/movies/etc.,. And I think it's always better not to shy away from trauma victims being imperfect and, occasionally, cruel.

So. yeah! I've always been surprised that Lucifer as an imperfect victim of parental abuse, running away, taking some of his sibling with him, isn't more common in general.

[sunnyie-eve]

11 | The Kiss

Series: Significant

Paring: Colby Brock x Original female character

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.4k

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Since they had to wait a few minutes for an open table, they took a seat in the waiting area. Colby could see Darwin looking at them so he puts his arm around Penelope's shoulder as she was going through her phone.

"So you guys are doing a shoot together?" Colby tries to start a conversation.

"We did yesterday that's it at the moment." Darwin tells him still eyeing the two as they were called to for their table.

Sitting down Colby sits next to Penelope in the booth while Darwin sits across from them. The three chitchat about small things and Colby could tell Darwin was trying to make a move on Penelope, and she was slightly uncomfortable just because she was fidgeting with her hands. He takes one of her hands into his under the table.

"Oh, sadly in a couple of weeks we leave for New Zealand so I don't think she can make it." Colby speaks up while Darwin tries to get Penelope to join him on a shoot in New York.

"We? I thought you and the guys were just going?" She looks at him confused.

"We were going to surprise you a week before but I thought I'd let you know now before you go making plans."

"You're pulling my leg, right?" She turns her body to face him.

"No, I'm not. Look at our group chat." He gives her his phone to read through the four guys.

"Colby! I'm actually going with y'all?! I love you guys so much!" She wraps her arms around him happily.

"It was your bubba Corey's idea." He lets her know, "And of course, Sam and I were for it and Elton even said he was good with it."

"Again, I love you four so much. Thank you so much."

She hugs him and then kisses his cheek so he pulls her back placing his lips on hers. She was dumbstruck he actually kissed her, "Now, move I gotta use the bathroom before our food comes." He gets up for her to leave.

Penelope was in the bathroom staring into the mirror feeling her stupid feelings for him get stronger while Colby felt the same thing looking at the table.

"You guys are together now?" Darwin glares at Colby.

"Yeah, it's a little secret from everyone." Colby tells him.

"So I had a right to be worried about you with Penelope when we dated." Darwin chuckles.

"Not really. I didn't realize I had feelings for her till our trip and she decided to give it a try." Colby makes up the beginning of the story to him.

"Yeah, I don't believe that shit for a second. No, fucking way. I bet you put words into her head to break up with me in the first place so you could have her. My leftovers." Darwin laughs pissing Colby off. Especially that last sentence.

"God, I still want to punch you back but I'm not that type of person." Colby grabs Penelope's stuff and asks the waitress if they could get a new table for the two of them because of how Darwin was being.

When Penelope comes back out she sees Colby at a new booth and takes a seat at it with him. "What happened?" She looks over to see Darwin sitting alone.

"He hasn't changed and he said I have his leftovers just like Tyson did years ago." Colby balls his fists up.

"I told you it would piss him off and think shit happens before."

"And I told you it proves he doesn't want to be just friends with you nor is he actually sorry for what he did." Colby points out he was right too.

"You're right..." She sighs.

"Come here." He motions for her to sit next to him so she does so he holds her in his arms. "You know right now we're being one of those couples that sit on the same side of the booth together when alone." Colby laughs causing her to laugh as well.

"Ugh, we're that couple."

"He's still staring at us. I would say let's leave but I want my food." Colby rests his head on her.

"I agree with you." She gets out of his arms as the food arrives.

The entire time they ate they could see Darwin looking over at them while he ate alone. They hated that when they were ready to leave he was getting up as well eyeing them.

"Why can't he just walk to his car? He's watching us walk to yours." They stop in front of Colby's car.

"I'll make him walk off."

Before she could ask what he meant he pulled her in by her cheeks placing his lips on hers again. He couldn't help but make the most of it not getting enough of her lips against him. Penelope wanted to moan at the feeling of his fingers gripping her cheek and the other one that rested on her hip. She let a tiny whimper out that made her super embarrassed, and the sound made Colby feel some type of way when he pulled back gently tugging on her button lip with his teeth.

Penelope saw Darwin was gone then a car sped out of the parking lot, "Okay, we can go home now." She gets in the car and they were silent the whole way home.

As soon as they got home they went to their rooms confused and embarrassed about the kids. Both didn't want things to be awkward now but they both wanted that to happen again secretly.

"Hey, hey! Sam told me about the lunch thing." Katrina walks into Penelope's room with a smile.

"Colby kissed me twice but the second one..." Penelope gives her a look.

"Second one what? Spill!" She rushes over to her bed.

"It was amazing." Penelope hides her face in her pillow causing Kat to squeal. "Turns out Darwin is still a dick." She adds.

"Okay, but the kiss... Tell me more." Kat shakes her.

"I'm embarrassed and hate myself." She removes the pillow.

At the same time, the girls talk Sam goes to check on Colby walking in circles in his room, "You okay?"

"No, I'm not okay. To piss and get rid of Darwin, who is still a dick by the way, I kissed Penelope... twice but the second one really is fucking with me."

"How so?" Sam watches him.

"It was amazing and I want to do it again. I want more but I can't. She's my best friend. She's my childhood best friend, Sam." Colby walks towards him grabbing Sam's shirt.

"Calm down, buddy."

"I can't. What if shit is weird now? The whole way home we didn't speak to each other." He goes back to pacing around.

"Just go talk to her. You both can just settle things."

"How do you talk to somebody you want to attack for more?" Colby finally realizes what's he saying. "Oh, I fucked up! You were right, I do deep down have feelings for Penelope. What do I do? I can't lose her as a friend. I wouldn't know what to do."

"Colby, relax. Just talk go talk to her. See how she responds and you'll know what to do. Trust me, you'll be fine." Sam walks him out of the room to Penelope's.

Katrina sees Colby walk in so she leaves the room smiling with Sam as they go to his room. "Thank you for today. I forgot to tell you." Penelope speaks first.

"No problem, that's what best friends do." He chuckles.

"We're good, right? I'm only asking because on the way home we didn't speak." She eyes him nervously.

"Of course we are. Why wouldn't we? Because of the kiss?" He sits down.

"Well, like I said we didn't talk on the way home after it so."

"Yeah, we're good. And I'm sorry if I went too far kissing you to piss him off." Colby apologizes.

"It's okay. I haven't kissed anyone since I broke up with him so I was just taken back." She giggles, "You've gotten better since we were really little." She plays with him to lighten up the mood.

"I hope so because I'm a man now." He makes her laugh hard.

"You're a man now? Just because your age doesn't end in teen anymore doesn't make you a man." She laughs more so he tosses a pillow at her.

"Rude!" She starts to attack him and they play around.

[thesimpsbasement]

Found this forgotten in my notes app so here you go riddle fans [praying this actually works cuz it was not letting me post for the life of me]

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•Fandom:Twisted Wonderland

•Character:Riddle Rosehearts

•Author: Mod Betty

•Warnings/tags: hurt/comfort,reverse comfort, talk of abuse,reader has mommy issues,descriptions of a panic attack

•Reader is gender neutral

•Word count: 730 words

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The hallway was deathly silent…or at least for Riddle it was.He silenced all the cheerful smiles and chatter of his classmates as his mind was in turmoil. He didn't let it show or at least he tried but it was evident something was wrong and most people could guess why Riddle had such a sudden change in demeanor. His usual serious eyes,filled with determination are now dull,lifeless as if the light has been stripped from them.His body was slouched,lacking the confident posture of a queen. He didn't hear Trey or Cater's words of concern as he marched toward his room.The tension was heavy and unbearable. Once inside his room,he collapsed on the bed,the dread he's been feeling all day too heavy,leaving him unable to keep himself upright. His vision quickly blurs as tears form.With shaky hands he manages to dial your number.

“Oh hey Riddle,what's up?” Hearing your voice already did a lot to calm him down but it wasn't enough, he needed you,he needed to feel you,to see you,to know you're there. “____” he stuttered,fat tears rolling down his cheeks as he's unable to keep the facade. “Riddle!? What's going on? What happened?” You bombard him with questions but you realize you could easily overwhelm him so you halt with the questions. “P-please come to m-my..room” you could tell his breathing was uneven,his voice trembling as he sniffled.” On my way,just stay on the line till I get there” you say as you immediately rush out the door ,not caring that you're not in the most appropriate attire for a visit but it's nothing too bad so you'll be fine, your at home attire isn't your main concern as you bolt towards the Mirror Chambers.

It didn't take long for you to reach his room,with a soft knock you announced your arrival before opening the door and closing it behind you. Seeing Riddle huddled up on his bed,hair a mess,eyes red and puffy as tears still roll down his plush cheeks,his body shaking as his breathing hasn't gotten any calmer.You immediately rush to him,scooping him up in your arms,placing his head on your chest so he can hear your heartbeat.It always seemed to calm him down.The housewarden grips your shirt tightly as he sobs into your chest but you don't care about the tears and snot. “Shh Riddle…I'm here..I'm here” you cool,petting his hair softly. “Breathe with me alright, like we always do”. You guide him through many breathing exercises, it takes some time but eventually his breathing is back to normal.

Riddle's tears also die down.He doesn't look up at you yet,opting to lay on your chest,listening to your heartbeat once more. With a hoarse voice he spills out all his troubles. “I'm going to have to go back to mother” oh right…winter break is tomorrow. “I don't want to go back” he says,in a more quiet voice as he curls into you. “I know…I know” you pet his hair,something he'd grown to love on such moments. “I know she wants the best for me and for me to have a good future but it's just too much” Riddle confessed.He trusted you to vent about his mother, how he resents her much to his guilt. “But I still feel bad for having such thoughts” he mumbled, playing with the fabric of your shirt. “ I know but you shouldn't be,you have a right to be upset” you comfort him,knowing exactly what he's feeling. “I know but..she is still my mother..she still feeds me and takes care of my basic needs” he says,the guilt still eating at him. “Because they are basic needs,she has to do them whether she likes it or not,it isn't something you owe her for” you press a kiss on his forehead. “She shouldn't have treated you the way she did,I know what you're feeling and you shouldn't forgive her if you don't want to,you shouldn't feel shame just because she is your mother”. Riddle simply closes his eyes,gripping onto you.

“Will…will you answer me if I call?” He asks,almost desperately. “Of course, whenever you need me,I'll be there”.

[haru-chi]

Okay, let's talk about the recent Natuyuu chapter for a little bit ... and something that just moved me to tears ><

let's ignore that the appearance they teased was for the cats and not what I wanted and wished for which's fine I'm fine I knew it was impossible .. yet hoped nonetheless

the chapter was really cute indeed, but I was shocked that the Reiko's pic was gonna be addressed right after the reveal !!! that took me by surprise yet a very happy one to confirm what I was saying back then ...

but before that, the way Natsume started to realize and know for sure that that might've been Reiko by remembering his father was too much for me ...

this chapter was such a good demonstration of how much our little sunshine has grown so much emotionally ... I was tearing up seeing him trying very hard to remember that blurry memory of his father taking him to an amusement park T^T

the boy who forced the memories out of his system so as not be broken down by it .. the same boy who refused to see the only parents' picture he had so that he won't be hurt or cry when he sees them ... who always pretending to be fine talking about his real family .. who ran away from any mention of them that he just purged any faint memory he once had till the point he really forgot everything related to them despite how this act of itself was hurting him deeply ...

this same boy right now is doing his best to remember his own father .. to remember a said precious memory .. he was trying really hard something the past Natsume would never do .. but sadly, all he managed was those blurry images .. he no longer remembers his father's face .. yet he wasn't broken down or sad .. he was actually happy as if he holds something dear to him .. that even if it's blurry, even if he no longer remembers it much ... the fact that it exists no matter how faint it was was enough for him .. he does have such a happy memory inside of him afterall .. he was content by this alone .. not pain or sadness but happy to know it was there ..

I can't say it well enough how much he has grown up now ...

and when by the end he did remember this faint memory very clearly .. he didn't cry or was sad (I sure was tho) No, he was very happy as if he was above the clouds dreaming something nice ... even Madara comment that he was weirdly happy and daydreaming ...

this was just ... how to say it ... it just moved me to tears with happiness ..

and his father ... his father was such a kind loving father which just break my heart even further .... Natsume didn't cry but I cried in his place ... even tho I was also happy and proud of him so much ..

Now to Reiko ...

I really was happy how Midorikawa-sensei proved my point when I said that Natsume lacks the ability to recognize a happy Reiko because he just never seen her like that, so even when that picture was indeed Reiko Natsume's mind was like "a girl that looked like Reiko" ... I won't dig deeper for this since I already did for a bit in a different post.

"if that picture was indeed Reiko, is the reason I didn't recognize her because that was an expression I have never seen before ?? I think that smile perhaps was ...."

the way Midorikawa-sensei let Natsume realize that through his father's memory was clever yet cruel to me .. while also proving that that smile was indeed toward someone she loved (her husband) .. a kind of smile that you show to someone dear to you like the loving smile Natsume's father showed to him in that memory ...

now was the artist her husband ?? or was it a 3rd party who knows both of them, so they only captured the moment ?? in the first place why was her picture in an exorcist auction ?? I guess that the next question that Natsume needs to address now that he confirmed she was indeed Reiko :)

slowly but surely, the grandfather reveal is upon us and I'm here for it and all the pain he will bring with Reiko's full story :)

PS : a funny thought that occurred to me when Natsume was thinking " what kind of person will buy that picture I wonder?" and my mind went "who knows, maybe he will be Yorishima as plot twist" as if that shut-in exorcist will go to auctions or even leave his house for that matter xDD

[enhaheeseung]

Club pt. 2 l. Heeseung

Pairing: heeseung x fem reader!

Warning: smut, unprotected sex, masturbation, cursing, alcohol consumption, belly shots, hand job, spitting kink kind of, jealous hee

Still undecided about what I’m gonna do with this blog but for now I hope you all enjoy my newest fic this better have 1k likes when I wake up…jk :)

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The next morning Heeseung sat on his bed, counting down the minutes to eight. Even though it was only eleven in the morning, he couldn't stop thinking about you.

About last night

About your touch on his skin

About how he wanted to get to know you better

His little mind was in a whirlpool of thoughts about you.

His patience quickly dissipated. Only one minute had passed, but it felt like a whole hour.

He needed a distraction till eight o clock when he'd be able to see you again.

And what's a better distraction than his roommates? He didn't bother to knock before jumping on Jake's bed. He shook his friend awake with no remorse whatsoever.

The first words he spoke caused Jake to smirk rather than punch the living daylights out of him for waking him up so early. "Are we going to the club tonight?" Heeseung asks with a pink tint rising to his ears as he plays with the tiny hairs on his nape.

"It's eleven in the morning, and you're talking about going to the club?" Jake sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"I- never mind," heeseung pouted. Now that he was actually having the conversation, he realized how ridiculous he sounded.

"Was it that good that you already have to go back for more?" Jakes teased.

Heeseung widens his eyes as they darted across the room, looking everywhere except jakes eyes.

He didn't have an answer to that, or rather he didn't want to answer that.

"Calm down," jake chuckles at heeseungs scared expression. "I'm just happy that after all this time, you finally got some"

Heeseung was basically red by this point, searching for anything that could change the topic "are we going or not?" He whined.

"Yes, but not at eleven in the morning" Jake plops back down, covering himself with his blanket.

heeseung smiled excitedly as he went back to his room.

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Heeseung's demeanor was the exact opposite of what it was in the morning when he saw you awfully close to his other friend, jay, the popular one of his small circle.

It didn't take long for heeseung to overflow with jealousy, envy, and anger.

As much as he tried to suppress all those emotions, he just couldn't. As much as he knew he had no right to feel any of those things, it still didn't stop him from clenching his fist when jay wrapped his arm around your waist.

At that point, he had seen enough. He laughs at himself pathetically for thinking you were ever even interested in him, to begin with. He sits up, getting ready to leave before he can make any further moves. Jake was blocking his way.

"And where do you think you're going? We literally just got here."

"I don't care. I just want to go home."

"Okay, what the fuck is this? You were all excited to come here, and now you want to go home? Make it make sense."

Heeseung was completely silent. He didn't hear a word Jake had said to him. He looked over jakes shoulder, and the sight he saw made him want to throw up. Jay still had his arm around your waist as he whispered something in your ear.

"Earth to heeseung," Jake waves his hand back and forth until he notices where heeseung was looking. Jake turns to look in the same direction. Now everything made sense.

Heeseung scoffs at the scene. This was the first time he ever showed any signs of anger. Jake was surprised to see that side of him.

"Are you going to let him take your girl away?" Jake asks to challenge heeseung, trying to break him out of his shell.

"She's not my girl, and she looks like she's having the time of her life. Why would I break that up?" He says angrily.

You, in fact, were not having the time of your life. This man whose name you learned to be jay was literally suffocating you.

You initially approached him to thank him for setting you up with heeseung last night, but you soon realized you snagged the wrong friend. He seemed like a nice, fun guy, but your eyes were focused elsewhere as soon as heeseung walked in. It was like time had stopped. He was absolutely stunning. You had to wonder how he could look so perfect with a plain black t-shirt and blue jeans, but somehow he still managed to look like he was wearing a million-dollar suit.

You were on your way to see heeseung, but your plans quickly changed when trying to give a simple thank you to his friend turned into being trapped in his arms. While he talked about God only knows, Every word was practically incoherent.

When you tried to remove his hand from your waist, he stumbled forward. Without thought, you held his waist to stand him up straight.

"Looks like someone has had one too many," you say, sitting him down at a nearby table.

Now with that obstacle out of the way, you headed to heeseung's usual table to see him and his other friend, that frequently came to the club together.

They looked to be having an intense conversation that you didn't want to interrupt.

As you tried to slowly back away, Jake turned to look at you. "Oh hi, heeseung was just telling me about you" Jake nudged heeseungs arm so he could play along.

It was obvious to anyone that wasn't what the conversation was about, but you didn't make that known, so you played along with them.

"Really? I'm flattered, and you are?"

"I'm jake. Nice to meet you" you shook his hand with a smile.

"Y/n nice to meet you too" heeseung definitely knew he was being irrational, but the fact you had talked to both his friends and still hadn't uttered a word his way irked him to no end.

Finally, you were going to say hi to him, but he was looking off in the distance, not paying you any attention.

Jake found a way to escape the very awkward, tension-filled situation.

"I'm gonna get a drink while you both catch up" just like that, you two were finally alone.

"Hey," you say timidly.

He put his hands in his pockets, still not looking at you. "Hi," he replies, uninterested.

"I was hoping to see you tonight." You confess.

He scoffs. "I just bet."

To say you were confused by his reply would be an understatement.

"Am I missing something?" In your mind, you and him had hit it off well so far.

"Nothing at all" you had enough of his shitty attitude towards you, and if he wasn't going to say anything more than two words, you weren't going to waste your time on him.

You sighed and walked away from him, feeling somewhat hurt by the way he was treating you.

Things were a lot different. In his mind, the audacity you had to even come up like you weren't just all over jay seconds ago was absolutely laughable.

You watched as he was about to leave and chased after him.

"Wait! You call to him.

He turns around upon hearing your voice. Not bothering to stop and answer you, he made it all the way to his car with you following a few steps behind him.

"I said wait" you pushed his back against the door of his car.

He flinched slightly, a small whine leaving his lips while he stared at you in shock.

"Why are you ignoring me?" you at least wanted an explanation as to why he was treating you like you didn't matter.

"I could ask you the same thing," he says with evident irritation in his voice.

"What are you talking about?"

"I came to see you tonight, and before I can even say hi, you’re throwing yourself on my friend."

"First of all, he was drunk, and when I tried to push him away, he stumbled, and I caught him. That's it"

"That still doesn't explain why you were talking to him, to begin with," he said while raising his voice.

"You could have just asked me why. You didn't have to brush me off."

His tone softened, "I'm sorry, okay, I'm just used to everyone picking my friends over me. I like you a lot, and seeing you with other guys made me jealous and upset." he told you the truth no matter how dumb he might have sounded.

You wanted to kiss him for being so adorable and punch him for being so ignorant to the whole situation.

You cup his cheeks in your palms. "I've only had my eyes on you since you first came in" you leaned into his body.

You could feel him tense up when you wrapped your arms around his waist. His breath quickened, and he was positive you could feel the rapid beating of his heart.

With both your faces inches apart, he completely froze up.

Your eyes travel to his lips, that were too beautiful and soft looking for you not to capture in a sweet kiss.

When he didn't reciprocate your kiss, you removed your hands from his waist, creating distance between the both of you.

He was too nervous to react.

When your lips weren't on his, he instantly regretted not kissing you back, but it was hard to properly function with you so close.

He was sure he had ruined his chances. He was surprised you hadn't already walked away from him by now. That's what everyone else would have done.

He probably shouldn't have had that thought cause the second he did. You were turning in the opposite direction of him.

A once in a lifetime opportunity, and he fucked it up cause he was too nervous. He felt so pathetic while he watched to go back into the club, leaving him completely alone.

He leaned against his car for a few seconds pondering on what he could have done differently.

There were too many things to count on his fingers.

He sighs, unlocking his door. Before he could get inside, You interrupted his departure from the club yet again.

"Leaving without me?" You say playfully, waving a bottle of Hennessy.

Your voice made him jump out of fear dropping his keys in the process.

"I-I wasn't. I was just about to" his eyes scanned the parking lot for a feasible excuse, but he couldn't find one.

"About to?" You ask, encouraging him to finish.

"Leave," he whispered with his eyes locked on the ground.

You pouted, "I thought we were going to have some fun," you feigned sadness in your tone as you traced your finger all the way down his chest, stopping at his belt buckle and tugging on it, causing him to stumble forward.

"I just thought" you cut off his sentence by palming the front of his jeans, making him gasp.

"I thought I told you not to think" you use a bit more pressure on the area, already feeling him start to harden. You watched his face intently. He looked so cute with his clenched jaw and furrowed eyebrows trying his hardest not to make any sounds, all while leaning into your touch.

You needed him, and you needed him now. You removed your hands from him completely, he leaned against his car, trying to catch his breath.

You bend down to grab his keys "passenger seat now" is all you have to say for him to scramble to the other side of the vehicle.

"My place or yours" your hand was occupied with the belt on his jeans while you awaited his answer.

"Y-yours," he balls his fists tightly while you back out of the driveway, still fumbling with his belt that had started to annoy you.

You hum lowly when you finally get it undone and again. Another obstacle was in your way.

He almost instantly noticed your frustration and quickly helped you undo his button, even going as far as to pull down his zipper for you.

"Good boy," you praised him as a small whine left his lips when your cold hand met his semi-hard cock.

"Oh my god," he grips your wrist tightly, throwing his head back in pleasure.

You laugh slightly at his expressiveness, slowly rubbing him up and down.

Your movement was restricted from the waistband of his underwear. He lifts his hips to pull his pants and underwear down.

His eagerness was making it really hard for you to stay focused. You wanted to pull over off to the side of the road and have your way with him right then and there.

You were so lost in thought that the movement of your hand completely stopped. You only noticed when he bucked his hips up and started to writhe in his seat.

Your attention was immediately back on him. Now that his clothing was out of the way, you had easy access to everything. You brush your fingertips along his balls all the way up his shaft, stroking his cock slowly.

"Fuck” he mutters but quickly covers his mouth. He instinctively thrusts up into your hand.

"Stay still," you say sternly, but he didn't listen. You glanced to your side, ready to chastise him, but you couldn't even be mad. The way he looked using your hand to get off was just way too satisfying.

Finally, you reached your destination, parking crookedly in the driveway.

"Baby, can you do something for me?" He nodded his head while he continued using your hand for his pleasure. You halted your movement pressing his thigh into the seat.

"I know it feels good, but there's only so much I can do in this small space. How about we go inside, yeah?" you kissed his lips momentarily while he readjusted his pants.

"Yeah," he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, leaning against the headrest as much as he tried to prepare his rapid beating heart for what was to come next. He found it impossible.

Your knock on his car window whisked away his thoughts as he opened the door.

You dragged him to your steps, unlocking the door and leading him to your bedroom.

He stood in front of you awkwardly with his pants still half undone. You push him on the bed softly. "Let's play a game" you straddle his lap, resting your palms on his hard chest.

"A game?" He questions. Making you nod your head.

"For each piece of clothing we remove, we're gonna take a shot, okay?"

"Okay," he immediately agrees with a cute smile on his lips.

You start by taking his shirt off, "one," you twist the cap off the bottle, pouring him a shot.

He drinks it right away, wincing from the strong taste. A small chuckle escapes him "now you" he pulls your shirt over your head.

His eyes flutter to the back of his head from seeing your bare chest. He didn't expect you to be braless. He lifts his hands to touch you but quickly lets them fall back to his sides.

You take his hands and place them on your breasts. He ghosts his fingertips over your chest, just barely getting a feel of you.

You took your shot straight from the bottle.

He watched you in amazement at your tolerance for the strong alcohol. "It's already your turn again," you giggle from the warm feeling that began to course throughout your body.

Unfortunately for him, he was still in his socks and shoes "do the shoes count?" He asked curiously with an innocent look in his eye. He wanted to follow the rules so bad, but it was getting harder and harder by the minute.

Normally you would have said yes, but his expression was enough for you to give in "no, baby, the shoes don't count."

"Yes!" He says excitedly.

"But you have to take two shots in a row" you couldn't let him off that easily and besides, he still needed to loosen up more.

When you reached for the bottle to pour him a shot, he took it from your hands, drinking straight from the bottle just like you did. He held eye contact with you the whole time, sending a chill down your spine. You gripped his shoulders, grinding down on him softly.

He set the bottle aside, taking you by surprise when he held your hips, guiding you to grind hard on his jean-covered cock.

He could tell the shots were having an effect on him. He would have never made such a bold move if he had been sober.

"Slow down, baby. We still have six more layers to go" you stand up, removing your skirt to give him a full view of your lower half.

He stood up along with you pouring you your third shot "drink up," he gripped your ass firmly, bringing the small glass to your lips. His breath got caught in his throat as he watched you lick the remainder of the liquid off your bottom lip.

"I guess it's my turn again" by now, the shots had definitely started to kick in his voice was at least three octaves deeper his touch wasn't as gentle, and he was the one to initiate the kiss this time.

Once he pulled away from your reddened lips, he removed his jeans, and all of a sudden, you couldn't focus on anything but the sizable print inside his boxers and the small wet patch on the front.

His body formed goosebumps all over when you stared at him. He felt so exposed, but there was something about you staring at him with so much desire that made his cock twitch.

He slowly brought his hand to his crotch area. Stroking himself through his underwear, he tilted his head back. His eyes were tightly shut as his forehead creased from the pleasuring sensation.

"Good boy"

"Y/n," He moaned your name with a shaky breath. Not even a minute had gone by, yet he was completely solid in the confines of his boxers that stretched even further to accommodate what was underneath them.

After a while, you physically couldn't take anymore. You were sure your panties were soaked, and the throbbing between your legs couldn't be ignored any longer, and from the looks of it, he wasn’t much better off.

Four more shots in, and now you were both naked, eyes looking everywhere except each other's. His size almost had you drooling. You were dying to have his cock inside your mouth again, but that would have to wait for another time.

His eyes scanned over your gorgeous body, taking in each and every inch of it "you're so beautiful," he whispered, placing his hands on your hips.

"So are you" you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him in for a gentle peck "lay back for me" he laid his back on the bed, waiting for you to do whatever you wanted to him.

You climb on top of him, his tip brushing softly against your entrance, causing a moan to fall from his adorable pouty lips and yours as well.

You raise his arms above his head, trailing your fingers down to his biceps and eventually to his sweaty chest. You stuck your tongue out, swirling it around his hard nipples while he squirmed under you.

"Y/n f-feels so good."

"I can tell, baby boy" your tongue traveled all the way to his abdomen, teasing him just above the area that needed your attention the most.

"Please," he mutters weakly in an attempt for you to stop teasing him.

"Shh, patience, baby," you tell him. Grabbing the alcohol from the nightstand, You poured some of the liquid into his belly button, swirling your tongue inside gently before drinking the substance from his navel.

"Ah, ahh," he moans breathily back, arching off the bed as you licked every last drop from his belly button. "Please do that again," he begs, lifting his hips off the mattress practically humping the air.

"With pleasure," you repeated your actions loving the sinful whimpers that came from him.

You straddle his waist again, grinding on his dick, not even caring about how loud you were moaning.

Each time you rubbed your arousal covered pussy on his throbbing cock, you could see it glisten from your wetness and his precum.

You used your free hand to guide his tip at your entrance, sinking down on his length, giving you both the relief that you so desperately needed.

He couldn't tell if it was the shots that made him dizzy or how tightly your cunt had gripped his cock, but he knew one thing for sure was that it felt like heaven and when you bounced up and down on his thick cock he saw stars.

You touched his bottom lip with your thumb "open" you could barely even finish the word, and his mouth was already wide open. His eagerness for your each and every command would be the death of you.

Taking one final shot, you swirled your tongue around, marveling at the rich taste. You leaned down to open your mouth, transferring the shot into his mouth. He sat upward, swallowing his sixth shot of the night. You attached your lips to his kissing him roughly.

"Such a good boy," you bit down on his bottom lip, sticking your tongue inside his mouth, tasting the remnants of alcohol on his tongue.

You take hold of his hands, pinning them to the bed. He whines into the kiss, trying to keep up with you but ultimately failing. The overwhelming pleasure was too much. His mouth feel wide open, allowing you to suck on his tongue as his saliva spilled from the corners of his lips.

He was a complete mess, body covered in sweat, hair ruffled, and his abdomen covered in your arousal.

The stretch that his cock provided was absolute heaven each time you rocked back and forth. Your clit rubbed against his pelvic area, stimulating you perfectly.

All he could do was lay there and take everything that you were giving him while whimpering nonstop from how good you rode his dick.

You used your other hand to massage his nipple, adding even more pleasure for him, so much pleasure that he couldn't hold back any longer even if he wanted to.

His whimpers and cries of your name turned into high pitched moans that increased when you sped up the movement of your hips, riding his dick faster.

His body jerked violently as his back arched off the bed. You sucked on his tongue harshly as his cock throbbed inside you.

He coated your walls with his hot releases filling you up to the brim.

He thrusts his hips into you wildly, sending you over the edge "fuck” you cry out in pleasure, clenching his cock incredibly tight as you hit the strongest orgasm you've ever had.

You laced your fingers with his riding him through both of your orgasms. Your pussy squeezed out every single last drop of his cum, driving him into overstimulation.

He let out cry-like moans with his eyes tightly shut while squeezing your hands. "T-too much," he says, panting against your lips.

"Sorry, baby," you pecked his forehead, resting your head on his chest with him still buried deep inside you, but neither of you would rather have it any other way.

Long beats of silence float around in the room as he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you as close to him as possible.

"I love you," he whispers in your ear out of nowhere. You laughed at him unintentionally, but you found him to be so adorable.

You weren't aware but you laughing at him shattered his tender heart. W-why are you laughing?"

"Cause baby, it's impossible to love someone you don't even know" you brushed his hair away from his forehead, revealing his furrowed brows and a dead serious look on his face.

"I do, though," he fought back.

"You do?" You ask, curiosity laced in your tone. He nodded his head cutely with the same eagernesses he had shown all night. "Prove it then," you challenged him.

"I will," he replies, determined to make you his. "I'll be the best boyfriend to you ever. I swear it, please just give me a chance" out of the two nights you've known him, this was the most confident you've ever seen him and arguably the most confident he's ever been. Deep down, he knew he'd do anything it took to have you and if that meant coming out of his shy awkward shell, then so be it.

"A chance won't hurt" you pinched his cheek, smiling at him. You weren't even entirely sure how you felt. You knew you liked him, but love was a very strong word and a word you weren't quite ready to profess.

On top of everything else, you were sure he didn't mean it.

"Thank you. I promise you won't regret it" he holds you tighter as a way to affirm his confession.

"Get some sleep. You have a lot to prove" you kiss his cheek lovingly.

"Goodnight, y/n," he says with a soft voice.

"Goodnight, baby boy" he smiles at the nickname in the dim-lit room. He began to feel his eyes close, and soon after, he drifted off to sleep.

You watched him sleep, holding in your laugh at the cute little snores he let out. You ran your fingers through his hair, placing one last kiss on his lips before falling asleep in his warm embrace.

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Common Ground (Part 2)

With a weird revelation. Vaggie figures why the hell not, see how much they have in common and answer some questions that made her curious. ------ Lucius: So.. What'd we do now since you and I are up here and you're intending to stick around till I come inside. Vaggie: Questions, if you don't mind answering them. Lucius: Don't judge if you don't like what you hear though. Vaggie: Fair, why do you think I don't like you. Lucius: My first interactions definitely don't help. Vaggie: You we're looking out for Charlie, can't blame you for that. Lucius: That and experiences of my own but and don't get this wrong I got a vibe you we're hiding more then you let on. Vaggie: I know, I'm a bad liar remember. Lucius: The horrible lies wasn't what got you down here, it was actually what got you in heaven though. Vaggie: What do you mean? Lucius: It just felt off, when Charlie was offering you a chance to come with her in a place she knew nothing about and instead of being right by her side you opted out. Which was very out of character for you. You're way more protective of her in new situations. Vaggie: You we're there. Lucius: And when has that stopped you before. Did you know Adam was going to be in that first meeting. The one dad sent her too instead of doin it himself. Vaggie: Would you judge me if I said yes. If he saw me there was no doubt he'd figure me out. Lucius: Would have benefited you and Charlie more if you got it out of the way sooner. Vaggie: That gives me another question, you found out I was an exorcist and your first thought wasn't to rip me apart. Lucius: Ooh it was one of my many thoughts and even more so after Adam outed you in front of everyone. Vaggie: Why didn't you. Lucius: Same as always. I know Charlie, she was hurt and angry sure but she'd be far more hurt and angry at me if I so much as shoved you to the floor and that was also tempting. I knew she'd forgive you with time. Otherwise she'd be an even bigger hypocrite but hey Charlie is all about forgiveness.. Vaggie: It must have really ticked you off when she sent you with me to Carmilla's. Lucius: It did, I hate leaving her alone with Alastor, bad enough I slipped away long enough for that fucker to get a deal out of her. Soul or not but I also had another reason to go with you. Vaggie: Why? Lucius: I was pissed, Clara knew what her mother had done for months and didn't even try to send me any word of it. I would have taken the fall for that kill just so I knew I'd have the info. I know why she hid it but fuck did it annoy me that it costed us a damn favor to that asshole. Vaggie: She say why? Lucius: Clara mentioned her mom didn't want a war to break out because she was scared of losing the only family she had which is fair but I was blinded by my own anger to look out for my family and yes that includes you by proxy. Vaggie: Well don't I feel loved. On the bright side though, Guess the Carmine's and the Morningstars are family now. Lucius: We'll see. I still haven't found out yet but I'm going to see and tell her tomorrow. I can't leave this off too long no matter how much it worries me. Vaggie: You think they'll really kill you? Lucius: Partly but it's more I'm worried we'll stop talking again. It took me so long to build up that nerve to talk and even longer for us to be okay again. I don't wanna lose her or them a second time, first time was partly my fault too and I don't want to do this again. Vaggie: ..Is it okay to ask about your past with them. Lucius: We'll be here a while, I hope you realize that. Vaggie: Charlie's asleep and she could sleep through a hell storm, we both know that. Lucius: *Snorts* Yeah she can. Alright get comfy then and I'll roughly explain how this shit started, blew up and.. yeah. Vaggie: Wait what gave me away if it wasn't the lies. Lucius: Well we have a book of sinners and I couldn't find your name or the name they have when they enter hell, on it. Vaggie: ..You have a what?! Lucius: Yeah I check that thing daily. Charlie tends to forget it, I'll explain just sit tight.