#I’m actually proud of something I’ve written for once

[silverstreak27]

Roses are red

Violets are blue

On top of this hill

I’ll pick both for you

But roses have thorns

And violets are toxic

So as I grab one, I’ll say

“Hey, I got it.”

A thorn can’t hurt me

Or keep me away

And a violet is only toxic

If you make it that way

You’ve always loved flowers

It’s so easy to tell

So much so you’ve rubbed off on me

For now I like them as well

On top of this hill

I’ll pick two for two

Because the roses are for us

And the violets are for you

[drowninginthoughts27]

11/8 Sun Cream Word Count: 854

(infidelity) @pandalilymicrofics

“Did you sleep with him?” Her voice comes out pained, hurt, exhausted even. “Huh, Pandora?” The roughness of it not unlike one of a woman who had be crying, sounding not unlike Pandora’s voice only hours prior. The utter desperation of it, stripped down to the bone, vulnerability at its best. The humility of it almost made Pandora break with her, but only almost, she was done letting herself break for the time being.

“Why does it matter, Lily?” She pressed, biting the inside of her cheek as she spoke and praying that Lily didn’t hear her mirrored pain on the other end of the line. She couldn’t have been more thankful that this conversation wasn’t happening face to face cause if it was Pandora is more than certain that she couldn’t have schooled her emotions as well as she was fighting so hard to do now. Not to mention how she would most definitely react upon seeing Lily so broken if just hearing the hurt in her voice alone distressed her so deeply.

Lily's voice comes through the line much harsher than the barely there whisper that it had been mere seconds before. Almost yelling as she says, “God dammit Pandora! Because it does matter. We matter, or at least we did. To me at least.”

It’s silent on the other end of the line thereafter, aside from Lily’s erratic breathing accompanied by the obvious sounds of her pacing around her apartment (an apartment that up until only a short while ago they had both called home) in a desperate attempt to expel some of her pent up energy despite the people living below her and their rather frequent noise complaints. But Pandora could just barely make out the last few words that she had said, the ones mumbled under her breath, if more to herself than anything, ‘To me at least.’ And all Pandora wants to do is shout back to her that they did matter, that they do matter, that what they had wasn’t one sided at all. That it was true and it was real and it was filled with so much more life and love than anything Pandora had ever experienced before.

But she doesn’t say this, she can’t bring herself to. She doesn’t say anything for that matter, despite how much courage she tries to muster up inside herself. And that’s all the answer Lily needs as she ends the call without even saying goodbye.

And that’s what hurts Pandora the most, not the anger, or the obvious pain in Lily’s voice, it’s the lack of a goodbye. That so deeply uncharacteristic act of Lily’s that makes Pandora truly realizes the severity the situation at hand. How hard the final nail on the coffin that now holds their relationship had just been driven in.

Lily had never left her with that little of a goodbye before. Never before had she not at minimum said a simple ‘I love you’, reassuring Pandora that she would be back, telling her how much she meant to her before either one of them headed out the door. No matter if it was the early hours of the morning when Pandora was barely conscious and Lily was running off for her morning swim at the beach just down the road, rambling on about how she can’t forget her sun cream again for the millionth time. Or in the evenings before Lily went out to the pub with her friends to celebrate whatever major sporting event was on tv as had been a long standing tradition for her. All to come back home to Pandora at the end of the night in her slightly tipsy state and snuggle up next to her, relaying all the stupid stuff she had watched go down throughout her evening out. Or even in the midst of their fighting when Lily needed to just go outside to clear her mind and get a breath of fresh air before they could have a more civilized conversation, even then she said goodbye.

But then again never before had they been in a situation such as this. And Pandora knows deep down inside of herself that she won’t get another chance of redemption after this. To spare their relationship anything more than grief and regret from this moment forward.

Despite how much she tries for it all not to feel real, not to feel so painstakingly true, it does. Not in the way that cold water sends a sharp burn or the breaking of a bone provides a sickening snap. Instead, in a true, gut wrenching way that sinks into every crevasse of her being, reminding her how fatal her mistake had been. Just how much it was bound to cost her.

At the end of it all she can’t help to think how destined she was for this to happen. How she never had been fit for that sort of love and adoration that Lily had given her so freely. She had to go and sabotage it for herself in some subconscious way. Because in the end it was no one else’s doing, all Pandora’s, and there’s nothing she can do to fix it now. It’s simply over.

[weixuldo]

Who's your Daddy?

Older!James Kelly x f!reader

(SORRY FOR BEING GONE SO LONG OMLLLL- i’ve never written anything other than starwars lol- but I hope this is enjoyable. I also havent ever written fauxscest and I wouldn't say i'm really into it, but I feel like it fits the character lowkey)

One of James' customer mistakes you for his daughter and you actually play along...James isnt thrilled

warnings: dead dove do not eat?, Fauxscest, age gap, orgasm denial, just regular schmegular smex, name calling,

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 “Fuck Jamie!” you squealed as DILF!James Kelly harshly bent you over the old camaro that had been sitting in his shop for the past two weeks. 

His strong tattooed hand had your nicely curled hair in a strong grip as he smacked your ass with the other. “You wanna act like a child so bad, then I’ll treat you like one” he said as he continued to spank you. 

Earlier, James had been finishing up a job on an old Ford pickup and was negotiating payment with the owner when you skipped out from inside the shop wearing shorts and a tank top.

In James’ “office”- really just a room with a chair and desk that he’d toss papers on (or eat you out on)- he had a bowl of candy just in case a client brought around their kids. James never really knew what to do with kids, but you told him having a candy jar would make him seem less scary.

Of course he had one the next day.

But clients never really brought their kids around the shop so you got to enjoy the majority of the candy. Today you were feeling the cherry lollipop and twirled it around your mouth as you scampered out to see what James was up to. 

As you walked out you saw James broad back facing you as he stood with his arms crossed towards a gruff man with gray hair. They looked like they were talking shop- how boring.

You sighed and were about to go back inside when the gray haired man noticed you. 

“Kelly, you never mentioned ya had kids?”. 

James was taken aback- kids? 

He turned to see what the man was looking at when his icy eyes landed on your tantalizing form; it was nearly 97 degrees and humid as fuck- why the hell did you look so good?

He subconsciously licked his bottom lip before remembering the man’s comment; he turned back just about to protest when you skipped up to him and threw your arms around him. 

“He’s never mentioned me?” you said with a fake pout. 

“But dad- I thought you were proud of me? Why don’t you tell your friends about me?” 

James was too stunned to speak- sure, you’d occasionally call him “daddy” in bed but he never thought that act would leave the bedroom. His left eye twitched as he looked down at your doe eyed expression. 

“Haha- I’m sure yer Dad’s proud of ya kiddo- probably just wanted to hide you away cause you’d have all the boys riled up” the gray haired man chuckled as James fought to keep his frustration at bay. 

“Is that why daddy?” you asked innocently. 

James was pissed

…

and extremely turned on.

But he was really bothered that his client was obviously checking you out right in front of him. He clenched his jaw once more before straining out an answer. 

“Yea thats why, sweetheart. I’d hate to have to get the shotgun out of the shed for something other than hunting” he falsely smiled. 

You hugged him once more before heading back inside “Well I’ll let you two keep talking- Thanks for choosing my dad’s shop” you smiled at the man before your boyfriend. 

He shot back a bright grin “Not a problem darlin’, I’ll be sure to come to yer Dad’s shop from now on haha”. 

James clenched his fists at his sides, he could feel himself losing his composure.

The man finally paid James and added a little extra and told him to “buy somethin’ nice for that daughter of yer’s”. 

Oh- James would definitely not be buying you something nice after the little stunt you just pulled. 

“She's a looker Kelly, better keep an eye on her'' the man commented once more before hopping into his newly fixed truck. 

James just nodded as he counted the money the man paid him, “Yea, i’m always lookin at her- especially when she's bouncing on my cock”. 

The old man’s eyes almost popped out of his sockets; “Pardon?!”. 

James finally met his eye once more with a smug look, “Yea, she’s not my daughter- that’s my girlfriend”. 

The man just sat with the truck held in reverse as he tried to replay the whole interaction. 

“And I’m gonna fuck her raw for that shit she just pulled- Thanks for the tip and have a nice day” he said before shoving the cash into his pocket and shutting the garage gate. 

You had taken a seat at James’ desk as you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. You thought it was funny to play with him like that but you didn’t think it would get him too worked up- so when you heard him call for you to come out to the garage your body buzzed with nervous excitement. 

He had called your name harsher than he normally would so you could tell he was feeling some type of way but you couldn’t quite put your finger on what… were you about to be lectured, yelled at, or fucked? 

Maybe all three heh

James was standing domineeringly with his feet slightly parted and arms crossed tight as you entered the garage. 

“Yesss? What’s wrong Jamie” you answered innocently. 

He clicked his tongue and cut his eyes, “you know damn well what you were doing”. 

You pouted your pretty lips and shook your head, “I don’t really see anything wrong with joking” you said smugly. 

Annnd now you’re here, bent over his camaro with him ruthlessly plunging his thick cock in and out of you.

James’ veins popped as he tugged at your hair with one hand and angled your hips up with the other. He was panting like an animal as he forcefully thrusted into you, heavy balls slapping against your swollen clit. 

“Fuck, please! Jamie- Slow down!” you cried as you grounded yourself on the hood of the old car as your boyfriend hit it from the back. 

“Jamie?” he questioned, squeezing your ass harder.

“James!” you managed.

He let out a low chuckle that made you even wetter than before, “you wanted to call me dad so bad earlier, what happened, doll?”. 

You could hear his stupid smirk in the way he spoke, you wanted to say something but all that was coming out were pathetic whimpers and moans.

You felt him shudder as you clenched your gummy walls around his throbbing cock- “s-shit” he cursed under his breath as he slowly pulled out until just his tip was left in you. 

Your eyes were already brimming with tears-but when he stopped his movements, the tears started to flow. Your poor pussy ached for him to slide between your folds- once he started, you needed him to finish. 

It was almost criminal how empty you felt without your boyfriend’s dick inside of you. You began to whine the longer he held still. 

“You think you’re so slick, little brat” he growled as his rough palm made contact with your bright red ass cheek for the umpteenth time. 

He leaned down to whisper in your ear and you felt the cool silver of his cross chain as it slid down your arched spine. 

“Who am I” he asked with a dangerous lilt to his voice. 

“James” you cried again, you knew that was the wrong answer but you needed him to keep going.

Without warning he plunged into you and bottomed out as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. But just as fast as he was in, he had resumed the previous position. 

“Incorrect” he said before pulling completely out. 

You whimpered before he flipped you around so that you were staring at his flushed face; God he was perfect. Looking down between the two of you- his hard cock was completely coated in your combined juices and twitched as he stood over you. 

He grabbed your hips and lined himself up with your aching core once more before shoving himself in with an abrupt snap of his hips. You gripped onto his forearms as you yelped. 

“Who am I” he asked once more, his voice low with lust. 

“D-Daddy” you cried in humiliation as you shied away from James’ watchful eyes. 

He halted his movements and leaned closer to your ear, “Almost. What did you call me earlier, doll?” he said with a devious smirk. 

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, “...dad”. 

“What was that baby? Didn’t hear ya” James taunted. 

“DAD!” you wailed as you dug your nails into your older man’s forearms. 

“That’s it, Sweetheart” he smiled as he quickened his pace. 

You moaned as his sloppy thrusts jiggled your breasts around for Jame’s viewing pleasure. You felt your high approaching fast. 

“Fuck- I”m close- I” you cried as James continued diving deeper and deeper into your sopping cunt. 

James bit his bottom lip and pulled out as fast as he had been fucking you; leaving you with a disappointingly empty feeling. You gasped at the loss of his massive member and your eyes shot open to see why your boyfriend felt the need to pull out. 

There he was in all of his glory; brow adorned with sweat , face flushed, brows drawn together, and lips parted. Soon you felt his warm ropes of cum spilling onto your stomach, you whimpered at the wasted seed and your lost orgasm. 

He finished stroking himself with a shudder and squeezed out the rest of his spend onto you with a low groan. 

“W-why?” you almost cried as your boyfriend began to clean himself off. 

“Good girls wouldn’t cum from their dad’s dick-” he tossed you a towel from the hanger on the wall, “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, little one”. 

“Once you’ve had time to think about your actions and clean up- maybe I’ll consider letting you cum” he said before leaving you alone and empty in his dim office. 

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lol I hope you enjoyed :)

[runnning-outof-time]

A (Debatably) Lovely Dinner | Tommy Shelby & Daughter!Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby & Daughter!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) has her family over for a dinner that she worked so hard to prepare. Her father and uncles tell her that it tastes lovely...but are they actually thinking that?

Warnings: drinking, language

Word Count: 1773

A/N: this is the first daughter!reader fic I’ve written in a bit - I hope it’s good. I’m excited to be writing requests again! Enjoy! :)

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(Y/N) wrang her hands together as she looked over all of the pots that were currently boiling on the stove. She took a breath and let it out slowly, trying to compose herself and shake the nerves from her body.

"You're doing great, love. It's going to be a good meal," her husband, James, offered some encouragement as he came up behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pressed a kiss to the side of her head as he pulled her into his chest.

"Maybe I should have accepted the catering offer? There's a lot of people coming over," she expressed her worry, eyes still focused on the pots. She then began to wonder why she even agreed to hosting her family in the first place.

"This is going to be extra special because you made it all," he told her, kissing her temple once more before letting her get back to work. "And your cooking is wonderful," he complimented her, sending a smile her way as she turned to look at him.

She smiled back, although it wavered due to the nerves she was still feeling, watching as he exited the kitchen before she got back to work.

(Y/N) was bringing the final dish to the dining table two hours later. She smiled at everyone who was waiting patiently for dinner to start and took a deep breath as she moved to stand behind her husband's chair.

"James and I would like to thank everyone for coming tonight. I hope that you enjoy what I've prepared for you to eat," she gave a small speech, her nervous smile still present as she then sat down.

"Let's eat then, eh?" Tommy suggested, smiling at his daughter from the opposite end of the table. He was proud of her for this vast spread that she'd managed to cook up. It smelled wonderful to him.

Comments of agreement came from around the table as everyone began taking dishes and spooning helpings of the food onto their plates. (Y/N) watched as this happened, wanting to make sure all was well; filling her plate last.

Dinner began quietly, the sounds of forks hitting plates the only thing to be heard. (Y/N) couldn't help but sneak a few glances around the table, wanting to see if there were any problems. All looked fine to her.

Somehow, she didn't manage to catch her uncles, John and Arthur, throwing sideways glances at each other in between each bite they took. Something about the taste seemed off to them. Whether it was the seasoning on the roast, or the choice or cut of the vegetables, the food wasn't exactly pleasurable to eat.

But the pleased look on their niece's face told them that she was happy to have the family over, eating a dinner that she worked so hard to prepare. They couldn't even think of ruining things for her by bringing up the fact that her cooking was well under par.

And besides, Tommy seemed to be fine with eating it, and he never ate anything.

Dinner continued and small talk was made. The usual discussion of business between the Shelby family had been swapped for stories of the past and the men making arrangements for their annual hunting trip that was fastly approaching.

All was well until (Y/N) decided to ask the table for opinions on the food. "How has everyone been enjoying the food?" She wasn't sure if she was being too upfront in asking for opinions, but no one had offered any prior to her question, and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't dying to know their thoughts.

"Lovely as always, darling," her husband, James, was the first to share his thoughts on it, sending her a smile as he cut himself another piece of the roast.

"Thanks, James," she smiled back at him before looking out to the rest of the table. No one else's eyes met hers; their gazes cast down on their plates. Maybe that means they really like the food, she thought to herself. "Dad?" she asked after a few moments had passed. Tommy looked up at her, his brows raised as if to say 'what?' "What do you think?" she asked, curious to know what his thoughts on the meal were.

"It's good, love," he told her, nodding as he grabbed his glass of whiskey, "really good."

"Thank you," she chirped in response, feeling extremely pleased with herself. She grabbed her fork and knife then and went to cut a piece of the roast.

"Well I think that..." another comment started to come out, but it was abruptly stopped. "What the bloody hell was that for?" the voice belonged to Linda Shelby, and she was now glaring daggers at her husband, Arthur. Arthur had his brows furrowed as he glanced between his wife and (Y/N), a bit of an uneasy expression present on his face. "Spit it out, Arthur," she snapped in a harsh whisper. Arthur said nothing of sustenance though, instead just shaking his head and muttering "don't," under his breath.

"Were you going to say something, Linda?" (Y/N) asked, her curiosity peaked as she focused on the blonde woman.

Linda shared one last look with her husband, who was still discreetly shaking his head, before she plastered a smile on her face and turned to look at the younger woman. "I was just going to say that...that...this is a lovely dinner, (Y/N)," she finally shared her opinion on the cooking, although it may not have been originally what she wanted to say. (Y/N) took it though, a smile breaking onto her features.

"Aww thanks so much, Linda. I was so worried about this dinner. I'm so happy to hear that everyone is enjoying it," (Y/N) expressed her previous worries with the group, earning a chorus of 'no it was good’ comments in response.

Overly pleased with herself now, (Y/N) was smiling from ear to ear as she continued eating her dinner. Just wait until they try the dessert, she thought to herself, pride flowing through her.

The Shelby men followed James into his study after the dessert plates had been removed from the table. (Y/N) had decided to take the women around for a tour of her new home, a tour which the men felt they didn't need to join. All five of them had a glass in their hand, and they were seated on the chairs that were positioned around the mantle.

"I don't know how you do it, James," Arthur said with a sigh as he brought his glass back to his lips. He took a drink and then let out a sigh after swallowing it.

"Do what?" James was confused by the older man's statement.

"Eat (Y/N)'s food daily," Arthur didn't beat around the bush. "I mean, she's me neice and I love her, but the food she cooks is fucking terrible."

James nodded slowly in response to Arthur's statement, a knowing look present on his face as he looked like he was fighting a smile. He then took a look at Tommy, checking the waters before sharing information about the daughter of a man who could do some nasty damage if he said the wrong thing. He wasn't surprised to see his father in law looking at him.

"Well how do ya do it?" John broke the silence, signaling to the other man that he'd been taking too long to respond.

"She's my wife," he began, a smile forming on his face, "I've learned to love every part of being with her."

"Ah you've gone soft, lad," Arthur couldn't help but chuckle at the response he got before he set his sights on his brother, "and you, Tom…how do you do it, brother?"

Tommy laughed to himself as he heard the question. He brought his whiskey up and took a sip, pausing for a moment longer before finally answering the question: "guess it grows on you." His response was simple, and he followed it with a shrug.

"You both have not a clue what you're talking about," Arthur commented with a shake of his head, "John, help me out here. It's nothing against (Y/N)...her food's just downright terrible, right?" he looked to his younger brother for some back up.

"Right," John nodded, raising his glass in agreement.

"Good man," Arthur praised his brother for answering in line with him.

"I think her cooking's good," Finn chimed in from where he was sitting by the fire.

"You wouldn't know what's good for ya, Finn," Arthur dismissed his youngest brother's opinion. Finn shook his head and looked at the fire, wondering why he decided to add his two cents in the first place.

Silence fell in the room then, and James couldn't help but keep thinking about his response to Arthur's question. It made him chuckle as he realized that maybe he hadn't been completely truthful with what he had said.

"What's funny?" John asked, catching the other man's laugh.

All eyes were on him in an instant. He could tell by their intent gazes that he wouldn't be able to get out of this one. "Nothing...it's just that," he paused, letting out a breathy laugh as he shook his head, "I will admit that her cooking has been harder to learn to love than the rest of her," he shared what he'd been thinking.

John and Arthur immediately began laughing, both happy that they'd gotten the young man to break and share his actual thoughts on their niece's cooking. They knew that he felt the same as they did just by the vague response he gave earlier, but hearing it cemented the victory.

"It took me a while too. You'll get there," Tommy cut through the laughter of his brothers to offer his son in law some advice. James smiled at Tommy, happy to know that maybe he'd be able to get used to it, just like his father in law had.

(Y/N) was sitting with the rest of the women in the front room. She'd become quiet, letting the others continue their conversation about the latest fashion trends. She had too much on her mind.

A smile was present on her face as she thought back to the dinner, and all of the lovely comments she received from her family. Giddiness bubbled up inside of her as her mind went to thinking about what she would cook for their next family dinner. She couldn’t wait to have them over again!

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[thefallennightmare]

Just Pretend-sixteen

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Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: Please listen to Eyelids by PVRIS during this chapter. Thank you very much.

Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)

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READER

With the notebook in my lap, as I sat cross-legged on my bed with Salem curled up next to me, purring away, I watched intently my laptop screen. My heart pounded so hard in my chest it made it hard to breathe. Noah and Jolly were currently performing a live stream on Veeps and from the moment I clicked on the video, I couldn’t stop staring; with his long hair cascading down his face in perfect waves. His face stone with concentration but yet soft with the features I loved.

“Do you think he’ll mess up like the last stream he did?” I asked Salem while scratching his belly.

Noah’s voice was something extremely distinctive, not just anyone could hold a tune or lit a candle to how he sounded. The way he effortlessly went through every emotion in his body. I looked at Noah as he was pretty still, with thick hair and soft eyes, and he swayed so gracefully that it almost seemed as though he was gliding. I’ve seen beautiful men before; men who caught my eye, but to my mind, they usually lacked the traits I found most desirable. Traits like intelligence, confidence, strength of spirit, passion, traits that inspired others to greatness, traits I aspired to myself, all the traits he had.

I hung off the cliff for Noah for a long time until recently, when I fell to the depths below.

It sparked something in me as I watched Jolly and Noah’s performance. I wanted to do something like this too; to showcase my real voice. I was better without Trey; the band was better. Trey wasn’t the end-all, and I wanted to prove it further. I understood the fans; I knew their positions; I understood their inner turmoil and their panic. Change is actually horrific under some circumstances, not all, but surely a few. This one was big.

Hollow Souls was never supposed to be a 3 piece. Hell, we didn’t even have a guitar player and our tech had to fill in when we recorded My House. Which is why I was learning how to play guitar so I could take Trey’s place. A lot of change within a few months and while it was scary, it was also exciting. But that didn’t stop me from questioning once again if we needed another person. What if I wasn’t strong enough to do this alone? Just the three of us? 

What the hell were you worried about, angel?

I was thinking so heavily about what Noah texted me. He was proud of me. Of me! And my friends. That woke me up, he always could. I wanted to grab my phone to call him, and ask him for more reassurance. Our 2:30 conversations were slim and in between and I was struggling with that. I didn’t want to push my luck; he had Bailey.

Bailey.

Bailey.

I rolled my eyes, at the memories of the party. Ridiculous. I was tiptoeing around Noah; I knew if I called him I’d so desperately try to stay on the line. But what if she showed? It was killing me.

Therefore, I was hesitant to perform Eyelids; I was worried Noah’s reaction would warrant further frustration, considering he was in the arms of someone else. I couldn’t handle it because it fucking hurt seeing him with her. I wanted Noah to myself, as selfish as that sounded. I could only hope that in the discovery of my lyrics, he’ll at least know I meant everything we did and said that whole tour, meeting him changed my life for the better; before I hurt him.

I miss him and I only wished I was in his arms.

As the livestream ended, I smiled warmly as Noah and Jolly waved goodbye at the camera and then tried to focus my attention on the paper in my lap.

Amongst the idea of our own live stream, I couldn’t help but want more out of me. It was small; it was something just dying to purge out. However, the more I looked at the lyrics on paper, the more it didn’t fit; it wasn’t me. It was as if these lyrics were meant for someone else.

Letting out a deep breath, I sang a harmony I thought would fit with the lyrics. “Evened the scores, then I let it all go fall apart. And every step forward put a little more sword in your heart, yeah. Looking sideways when I say I’m okay with the past but I’m afraid of what I might say if you ask.”

The more I read it, over and over. It was good; I’ll say that. But, surely it didn’t belong to me. I could feel that. But I didn’t give up yet. I wrote another verse, hoping this one would speak more of me.

“I did it to myself, tried to be someone else. I let it tear me down, and I'll never be the same. I did it to myself and tried to be someone else. And you didn't notice 'til I finally got, finally got away.”

Fuck, even singing these lyrics didn’t feel right. My heart knew that this didn’t belong to me, it was meant for someone else.

Making a rash decision, I pulled out my phone and clicked on the name I needed help from.

“Hello?”

I perked up at the accent immediately. “Jolly! Hey, it's me. Y/N.”

A light chuckle echoed in my ear. “I know who it is, doll, I have caller ID.”

“Ok don’t be smart,” I teased.

“Sorry,” he laughs, “What do I owe the pleasure?”

I bit my lip, wondering how he would take my idea. It sounded rash in my head but if anyone were to listen to my idea; it was Jolly.

“I have something to run by you. Well, actually a few things.”

NOAH

My knee bounced as I sat in my chair, phone gripped tightly in my hand, as I glanced at the clock on my computer.

2:28.

It has been almost a week now since our last 2:30 call and the last one was short as she was running around Japan with her dad. Things were awkward to say the least at the party the other night and I wanted to make sure that things between us were still good.

Good? What’s considered good anymore? You’re dating someone else, dumbass.

Ignoring the voice in my mind, I let out a deep breath before clicking on Y/N’s name; the ringing echoing loudly in my quiet room. It rang and rang and rang. It went on like this for a few more times until, eventually; I hung up the call with a groan. But I wasn’t ready to give up yet and I typed out a quick message to Malcolm.

ME: Is Y/N around? I tried calling her.

Malcolm: Yeah, she’s been in the shower. Has been in there for a while- too long, maybe shaving or some shit. I’ll have her call you.

An audible, deep groan, fell from my lips as I leaned my head back against the headrest of my chair when the thought of Y/N in the shower.

Naked, water, and soap ran down every inch of her unholy skin.

“Shit,” I cursed when my dick twitched in my sweats.

“Noah.”

Y/N’s voice rang in my ear as my eyes fluttered shut, hands in fists on my thighs. My vision was so vivid as if I was in the shower with her, our wet skin ablaze as I wrapped my arms around her from behind to bury my face into the crook of her neck.

“Angel,” I breathed while my palm pressed against my hard cock in my sweats.

My hips raised from the chair as a moan crawled out of my throat, my hand now all but ripping out my dripping cock from my pants. It was red and thick with the mere thought of Y/N in the shower. Gripping it between my fingers, I slowly pumped up and down, thumb grazing over the pre-cum that leaked out from the slit and circled it around the head of my cock.

“Noah, I need you.”

Her name fell from my lips as a prayer while I leaned farther back into my chair as my hand worked faster, the grip around myself tightened as the orgasm buzzed in my lower stomach. The burn felt so good but it wasn’t enough; I needed something else to help me over the edge.

I pulled the extra skin down tight, cock standing straight up in my hand, as I let out a strangled breath. My orgasm was right there, but I wanted to edge myself longer; I didn’t want this vision to end.

Y/N rubbed the soap over every inch of her skin, her fingers teasing over her nipples as he head fell back, water spraying into her mouth.

But after that vision, another one came to mind which made my hand work in faster strokes. Y/N on top of me with her hands gripping my braids as her mouth fell slack with ecstasy. I consistently became a time traveler of that night, the night she rode me into oblivion. A night I’ll surely never forget. Even in these moments, my mind goes there.

“Fuck. Shit.” I cursed as a shock shot from the base of my spine to the top when my body went stiff, orgasm so close to destroying me.

I jerked when my phone buzzed against the computer desk so I stopped my actions but kept my grip tight on my aching cock to realize Bailey was calling me.

Ignore.

With my phone still in my hand, I quickly went to my photos and clicked on one of my favorite pictures of Y/N; from the day we spent on the beach. She was staring straight out into the water, a small smile playing on her sweet, plump lips.

Fuck, I wished those lips were strangled around my cock.

Once the phone was set up directly in front of me, I leaned back into my chair again and worked my hand in fast short strokes, the orgasm once again burning low in my belly.

“Noah.” Y/N’s voice echoed in my mind again.

“Shit, angel. I’m gonna-fuck,” I groaned low, the noise barely audible as it crawled out of my throat when my release finally washed over me.

Cum shot all over my hand and onto my pants but none of that mattered; my dark eyes were stuck on the picture on the screen. Until a different picture appeared which had me cursing and wiping my cum covered hand on my pants before tucking myself back into my pants. Just a simple phone call from her had my dick aching again.

With a few steady breaths, I ran my clean hand through my hair before answering the FaceTime call; Y/N’s bright smile warming my heart.

“Hi Mochi! I didn’t mean to miss your call. I was in the shower.”

She was sitting on her bed, water still dripping from her wet hair, and internally I groaned when the same thoughts as earlier came creeping back into my mind.

“Oh yeah? You-uh-feeling clean?” I flushed while shifting in my chair.

“Well, yeah,” she chuckled. “That’s what a shower is. Water, soap.”

Naked, I know the drill.

I cleared my throat. “Right. Anyway, can you talk or is this a bad time?”

“Actually, I was going to send this in the group chat but since I have you on the phone, I figured now would be the best time.”

I raised a brow as my heart pounded widely in my chest, wondering what she was going to say.

“Veeps offered Hollow Souls to do a stream as well! So I wanted to make sure you were free to watch it, maybe? Totally fine if you can’t, I know you might be busy with-.”

“I’ll watch it,” I rushed out, not missing a beat. “What time?”

“Oh, in about 2 hours?” She bit her lip, hopeful I’d say yes.

My dick throbbed as memories of moments before her phone call replayed in my mind. “I’ll have the tv on standby downstairs, angel. We wouldn’t miss that shit for anything.”

Y/N smiled brightly as she brought Salem into view of her phone, his green eyes staring directly into my soul. “Salem thanks you for the support.”

“I miss him, we really bonded while you were gone,” I smiled a bit.

“Well, you can come by anytime to hang out with him; or me,” Y/N added the last bit slyly.

“Count me in, angel.”

READER

Once dressed, almost ready for the live stream, I was rummaging through my sock drawer to find a pair of socks when my fingers brushed against something soft. My brow raised as I pulled out two small velvet boxes, my mind immediately going back to my birthday.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I opened the box, and a gasp left my lips as the silver necklace and matching bracelet shined under the light of the room. It wasn't anything over the top and there were no diamonds but that didn't matter to me. I wasn't one for over-the-top jewelry, this simple chain and bracelet were enough.

With wet eyes, I gazed up at Noah, who had a nervous look on his face as he fiddled with his wooden rosary. "Do you like it?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into my embrace, burying my face into his neck. "I love it, Noah. Thank you so much."

With the haste of break up, the end of the tour, the move, and everything that happened between Noah and me, I almost forgot about the jewelry. I've stared at this bracelet and this fucking necklace for a while now. To think I had almost forgotten it, I shook my head at the thought. I couldn’t, things that were meant for us to find their way back. Well; at least that’s what I told myself. I yearned for him, his comfort, his gaze. I didn’t plan on falling in love with him. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. I gasped when I realized what that burning feeling in my heart took over my entire existence each time I thought of him or saw him.

I love Noah.

I nearly stumbled on my feet as a breath fell from my lips again. “It’s too late now.”

With shaky hands, I opened the box, my heart skipping a beat. It still took my breath away as I opened the box, clasping on the necklace first then the bracelet.

“I have to admit, Salem” I turned towards the mirror in my room so I could stare at my reflection while the cat sat on my vanity. “Noah did pretty well.”

There was a knock on my open door, and I gave a small smile towards Jolly. “Hey.”

“Almost ready?” He asked.

“Yep.”

He then taped a finger to his neckline twice. “That’s a nice necklace. Who gave you that?”

“It was a birthday gift,” I shrugged nonchalantly.

The corner of Jolly’s mouth turned up in a grin. “That’s not what I asked.”

Ignoring his comment, I slid into my slippers and led him out of my room down to the dining room where we set up earlier.

Jolly first arrived a few hours ago for our daily lessons before helping me set up the stream. After I watched theirs almost a week ago, I asked Jolly if he could come over to help me with my stream. I couldn’t play guitar but we could practice the two songs I wanted to perform.

Chase and Malcolm asked if I needed them for this but I could tell they already had plans. Even though this was a Hollow Souls set, it was more of an acoustic version so Chase on drums and Malcolm on bass wasn’t needed; hence why I asked Jolly to help. First off, who else was better to teach me how to play guitar than him? I knew the basics, but he was helping me hone in on my skills. Second, I needed to talk to him about something important.

As I finished making things were in order, Jolly sat on his chair to strum the first few notes of If I’m There on his guitar.

“Feel comfortable enough?” He wondered.

I nodded while looking at the laptop to make sure the stream was ready; all I had to do was hit the live button.

“Yep. We’ve been practicing every day. It helps I have a great teacher,” I beamed at him. “Thanks for this, Jolly. I didn’t know who else to ask and I know you’re Noah’s friend first.”

Jolly shrugged. “You’re my friend as well, doll. I help my friends and that’s something Noah knows and understands.”

Silence fell between us for a long moment until he hesitated.

“How did you feel about our new single, honestly?”

My shoulders went rigid for a second before I shrugged. “I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Y/N don’t take this the wrong way, but you can’t be that dense. You know it was about you, right?” Jolly asked.

“I-,” The words died in my throat.

Jolly raised a brow. “Yeah, so tell me. How do you feel about it?”

“Are you my shrink now?” I crossed my arms over my chest, one last ditch effort at shielding myself from admitting the truth.

“No, a friend,” he sighed while setting down the guitar.

Defeated, I fell into the chair with a groan. “I-I feel sad. Noah must fucking hate me.”

“I assure you, he doesn’t,” Jolly said.

“How can you be so sure, Jolly? He went and found someone else. He’s clearly writing how he feels too. I hate feeling like this.” I sat with my hands folded in my lap as I chipped away at the nail polish.

“So talk to him, because I can tell you right now, Noah’s not head over heels for this girl. I think you know deep down what he’s trying to do.”

I refused to meet his gaze as I shook my head. “I don’t know what you mean. I can’t-he seems happy.”

“Y/N,” Jolly sighed. “He’s not happy unless he’s with you.”

“Then he needs to tell me that,” my eyes snapped up towards him. “I was going to express some things I’ve discovered but-.”

Jolly raised his brows. “Discovered what?”

For a split second, I thought about telling him but decided against it. “It doesn’t matter, I can’t mess anything up for him. I need Noah to need me. It works both ways, Jolly.”

“Y/N you’re not understanding you’ve got it all wrong-.”

“Can we move on, please? It hurts enough to think about him with someone else the last fucking thing I want to do is talk about them,” I let out a shaky breath as my bottom lip wobbled.

Jolly gave me a weak smile. “Sure thing, doll. Did you want to go live?”

“Actually,” I bit my lip before reaching over to the table to grab a piece of paper. “There’s something I want to run by you.”

When he nodded, I handed Jolly the paper. “I wrote it about Trey but the thought of recording it scares me. It’s deeper than what I typically write and it's not me. I thought about selling it but that didn’t feel right.”

I watched intently as Jolly read the lyrics, his eyes taking in every inch of the page, the smile on his lips growing with each pass.

“Doll, this is,” he shook his head. “Amazing. Are you sure?”

Our eyes locked as I nodded. “It’s not a Hollow Souls song. But Bad Omens on the other hand, I know you guys can give it the justice it deserves.”

NOAH

“SHUT UP!” I bellowed while tossing a pillow towards Jesse, who was talking extensively to Orie about some shit that didn’t matter. “The live stream is about to start.”

Jesse caught the pillow mid-throw and smirked. “Excited, are we?”

Flipping him off, I sat on the couch with a beer in one hand and my phone in the other, sending another text to Jolly. He’d been M.I. A all day, and we were wondering if he was going to join.

“Has anyone heard from Jolly?” I asked.

Orie shrugged. “I thought he was in his room.”

“We went to lunch earlier,” Michael said while walking into the living room, bowl full of random snacks in his hands before he set them on the coffee table. “But he said he had some things to take care of afterward.”

Just then the stream began and Y/N’s soft voice echoed through the speakers.

“Shit, are we live? Wait, I probably shouldn’t swear on this.”

We all shared a laugh until we saw who was sitting next to her.

“Hi everyone! It’s Y/N from Hollow Souls. You might have noticed that I have a friend here with me today,” Y/N adjusted the headphones before she motioned to Jolly who sat on her left. “Jolly from Bad Omens.”

Jolly waved to the camera. “Hi.”

“I guess that’s what his errand was,” Jesse said while throwing some popcorn in his mouth.

Ignoring him, I wondered why Jolly was with Y/N right now. I wasn’t jealous he was with her. I was jealous that I wasn’t there instead. She looked breathtaking with her long hair pulled back in a tight bun to showcase the sharp features of her face, her plump lips glistening with the lip gloss she must have applied before the stream started. Her bright eyes shined with the excitement of what she was about to perform which in turn made me sit up straighter in my spot on the couch, a proud smile on my face.

“So, the reason Malcolm and Chase aren’t here is because this set is more of an acoustic one. I recently saw some friends of mine do something like this and wanted to try it,” she smiled over to Jolly.

“I’m here for moral support,” Jolly said.

“He’s actually been teaching me guitar the last week because I wanted to do more for this band since we kicked Trey out,” Y/N revealed.

At the mention of his name, I felt my face twitch but kept it as stone as I could, not wanting to give anything away to the rest of the guys. They were the only three of the entire group that didn’t know the truth about Y/N’s relationship with Trey.

“Did you know Jolly was teaching her guitar?” Jesse asked me.

I shook my head while running a hand through my hair. “I had no idea she wanted to learn. I mean, I knew they had to figure out a guitarist moving forward but didn’t know she wanted to play.”

“She didn’t ask you?” Orie wondered.

I shrugged, wondering the same but did my best not to dwell on it as I went back to watching the feed.

“So, I’m going to sing two songs for you guys today. The first one is a cover, and the second is something new. It’s nowhere near ready for release but it’s been weighing heavy on my heart the last few weeks since I wrote it.”

Y/N adjusted her headphones before glancing over to her laptop. “Woah, the chat is going crazy you’re here, Jolly.”

He hummed in amusement while tuning the guitar. “What are they saying?”

“Where’s Noah? When is the collab with Bad Omens coming?”

Y/N snickered before looking back at the camera, giving a wink. “I don’t know. Noah has my number.”

Quickly pulling out my phone, I pulled up the stream to add something to the chat.

“Oh, look who joined the chat. Jolly, Noah is wondering if you could bring pizza home,” Y/N laughed as she read my comment.

I chuckled to myself as we saw Jolly roll his eyes. Then Y/N read my next comment, her cheeks flushing red; something others might not have noticed. But I did. I watched and analyzed everything she did with a careful eye.

The comment I sent in the chat was something simple; something only a few of us would understand.

We can talk about the collab during our next phone call.

She shifted in her chair, a hint of a smile on her face. “Well, my first song might sound familiar to a lot of you. It’s my first time performing it but unlike Noah did last week, I won’t mess up the words.”

Jolly broke out in laughter before playing the opening notes of the song; one I recognized immediately even though I knew which one she meant before Jolly played the first few notes of the song. There was only one song I messed up on a livestream recently. If I’m There.

Her beautiful voice stung deep into my veins as I fell back on the couch.

“Oh. Shit,” Orie spoke. “No offense, man, but Y/N kills your lyrics.”

I nodded, numbly as I agreed with him. It was as if my lyrics were made for her voice, the sultry tone of it sending chills all over my body. She gripped the microphone with a soft touch and my cock twitched as I remembered earlier up in my bedroom.

As she got to the verse I messed up on my own livestream, Y/N’s eyes opened to throw a quick wink and smirk toward the camera when she sang it perfectly; almost annoyingly perfect.

I felt a pair of eyes burning into the side of my head and briefly tearing my gaze away from the television; I shot Jesse a look.

“What?”

He pursed his lips while shaking his head. “You haven’t stopped smiling since she came on the screen. You look like a kid that was given free rein in a candy store.”

Rolling my eyes, I focused back to Y/N just in time as she sang the last two lines of the song.

“And if you're there to catch me when I fall then maybe Hell ain't so bad after all,” she breathed before pushing away the microphone from her a tad.

Shit.

This was different than Hollow Souls. The softness of the song was fucking made for Y/N and something she needed to do more of.

“Fuck yes,” she beamed but then smacked a hand over her face. “Sorry, didn’t mean to swear. I’ll add it to the jar Malcolm has on top of the fridge.”

“He doesn’t?” Michael chucked.

I nodded while taking a long drink of my beer. “He does. I saw it when I was there taking care of Salem. Thing is empty but fuck is in their everyday vocabulary so you know they’re not adding to that shit.”

Noticing she was reading the comments once again, I quickly typed out one.

Great job, Y/N! Feel free to cover any of our songs. I’d always watch it with a proud smile.

Even though she didn’t say she read it, I knew she did with the way the corner of her lip raised and the way her eyes crinkled at the sides.

“Alright, the last song is a new one. We do plan on having it on the next record but it will sound different from what you’ll hear right now. My friends, thank you for watching. This one is called Eyelids.”

This had me sitting on the edge of the couch, elbows on my knees, as excitement filled me.

“I'll face my fear of the evening once I get used to this feeling. I can't sleep. That's when you're torn away from me. While I'm dreaming I feel you leaving.”

My jaw fell slack, hearing the rawness in her voice with the pure emotion being poured out of her soul.

"I'll face my fear of the sunrise when I wake up with your hand inside mine. It's hard to say good morning when it's followed with goodbye. Just wanted to say good night.”

Something glinted on the screen, which immediately took my gaze away from her face down to her neck, my heart and breath catching in my throat. I remained silent as my body leaned closer to the television.

“What are you doing, man? Did you forget your glasses?” Michael joked.

His voice was a white noise as I moved from my spot on the couch to the coffee table, now sitting directly in front of the screen.

What the fuck?

Is that?

I inched closer and closer to that television, I couldn’t hear what was being said to me as I scrunched my face up and began squinting.

No, it can’t be.

“Our eyes fighting the light but I'm not ready to say good night, ooh. I try and hold on tight 'cause it's just not time to say good night. Say good night.”

It hung almost a little well above her cleavage, that beautiful silky neck- my eyes moved quickly to her wrists.

“Let me see,” I muttered under my breath.

I made an inaudible sound from my throat, mouth peering a little open.

She was wearing them; both of them. My heart raced even further, longer, more rapidly.

I was feeling a lot of things at once; I didn’t quite know how to place them. I needed a beer. I needed to talk to my shrink. That’s what I should do, because the panic was setting in, this ache was almost unbearable.

Why, why would she want to wear them after everything? Even now?

I’m hurting her right back, aren’t I?

Everything has become a puddle of mud, a mess of my volition now. I did this. All I could think while seeing the jewelry I gifted her, all I could hear while listening to her voice was “Maybe, just maybe I’ll come back to you.”

She was occupied by her own complicated thoughts - you could tell from the way she was squinting and moving her mouth.

Maybe I was imagining things. Maybe until-.

“I'll face my fear of the cold nights when you leave me behind. I felt your hands in my hair. I felt your breath on my neck. Yeah, I need to feel you again. Just wanted to say good night.”

My body went still, all the air taken from my lungs, as I watched her lips move. Her own personal conflict was clear in the way the muscles in her jaw tightened and her eyes screwed shut.

No, it couldn’t be.

She didn’t.

Did she?

Was this about us?

No, I’m overthinking this.

“Our eyes fighting the light but I'm not ready to say good night, ooh. I try and hold on tight 'cause it's just not time to say good night. Say good night.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Orie smack Jesse on the shoulder and motioned to the stillness of me; still unmoving.

“Our eyes fighting the light. But I'm not ready to say good night, ooh. I try and hold on tight 'cause it's just not time to say good night. Say good night.”

I could see Jolly vibing along to the lyrics next to Y/N but it didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered more than this moment right here as I watched her pour every feeling about that night into this one song. My heart fell deep into the pits of my stomach when I saw her grip the necklace, playing with it between two fingers.

These eyes are closed again for yet another night I wake up and I can feel you by my side. But I can't find you in the dark when you're so far. Yeah, that's the hardest part. Here comes the hardest part.

My eyes dropped slightly in tangent with my shoulders.

Our eyes fight the light. But I'm not ready to say good night oh. I try and hold on tight 'cause it's just not time to say good night. To say good night.

As the last lyric faded into the air, there was a hushed recording playing some words in the background; another small thing I picked up on.

“I mean in what world do I go to sleep after you and wake up before you? I don't even know how it happens. Well, I hope you're having sweet dreams. And you call me when you wake up.”

Fuck.

My bottom lip trembled when I recognized that voice. It was Y/N’s, and it wasn’t just any kind of recording. No, it was a voicemail she left me while she was in Japan. It was right after I missed one of our 2:30 calls. I was asleep but once I noticed she called me less than an hour later; I listened to the voicemail before quickly calling her back.

“Okay, that deserves a curse,” Jolly said. “You fucking killed that, Y/N.”

She was beaming with pride. “Holy shit, guys. You don’t understand how long I’ve had this festering inside of me. It feels so good to get out.”

Y/N clicked on the laptop to read through some of the comments, a small frown pulling at her lips.

“Oh my god. Are you and Trey getting back together?! You were so perfect. No, we’re not getting back together. I grew up since the breakup; I became a savage. But not everything is about fucking Trey. This is just a song about a really awesome guy. That’s it.”

I was still, like a statue, unmoving and unnerving as Joly and Y/N said their goodbyes before the stream ended; a black screen mirror back to me.

Jesse leaned forward in his chair. “Noah-.”

Hearing my name broke me out of the trance and without saying another word, I jumped up from my spot on the coffee table and took the stairs two at a time, my footsteps thundering throughout the house before I slammed myself into my bedroom.

Tears threatened to spill, burning at the corners of my eyes, but I held them in with a choked sob as I ran a shaky hand over my face.

I didn’t know what to make of anything anymore. Maybe just romantics would call this a twisted, toxic beginning to a love story while the cynics would call it a tragedy. In my mind, it’s a little bit of both, and no matter how you choose to view it in the end, it doesn’t change the fact that it involves a great deal of my life and the path I’ve chosen to follow and that I- I love her.

Ripping the drawer of my desk open, I rummaged through the useless crap, already knowing what I was looking for. I tossed the velvet boxes to the side and cradled the jewelry, my large hands encased them. I pressed them on my forehead and let the tears finally spill to the floor as I fell to my knees, resting my back up against my bed.

I cried; actually fucking cried.

The necklace and bracelet shook in my hands as the sobs wrecked through me. I haven’t cried like this in a long time mostly because I hated being this open and vulnerable. It made me sick, knowing that I wasn’t able to protect myself from these feelings right now. I spent my entire life protecting myself from these feelings only for Y/N to sink her claws into me in the best way possible.

“I love her,” I choked out through sobs, realizing what I felt earlier. “I fucking love her.”

NOAH

I wasn’t sure how long I kneeled on the floor, jewelry grasped deep in my palms as it dug into my skin. But it wasn’t until there was a soft knock on the door that pulled me from the despair. Red, puffy, bloodshot eyes glanced up at Jolly, whose shoulders fell as he took in my state; tears dried to my face and hair a mess from running my hands through it.

“Noah,” he muttered.

“Please leave me alone right now.” I whimpered lowly, refusing to meet his gaze again.

“No. Jesse said watching her perform Eyelids fucked you up. What’s going on?” Jolly kneeled in front of me.

“I can’t-,” I choked on a sob. “I don’t want to deal with this.”

Jolly rubbed his jaw. “Was it the song or the jewelry?”

My eyes snapped up to him. “How did you know about the jewelry?”

“You used the band card to charge it, goof. I see everything,” Jolly gave me a small smile.

“Fuck. Sorry,” I sighed.

“It’s okay man, it’s okay,” he reassured me with a strong grip on my shoulder.

“No, no, it’s not. I’m tired of feeling. I want to disappear, just disappear.”

Jolly now gripped both of my shoulders, forcing me to look at him. "No, you don’t. Don’t say that shit.” 

“I just mean I wish it wasn’t this. Y/N’s been giving me mixed signals.” I mumbled.

“Have you thought you’re doing the same? You’re literally hanging out with another woman out of spite,” He raised a questioning brow.

I leaned my head against the side of my mattress. “She won’t tell me how she feels, I’m trying to show her. I’ve always tried to show her.”

“There’s a saying.” Jolly paused, trying to think of the right words to say. “We are defined by what we do, not just nice words. However, I think you’ve shown enough, Noah. It’s time you use your words.” 

“I don’t know how,” I admitted with a shaky breath after a long beat of silence.

“If you’re not comfortable talking about it with us, Noah. Talk to your therapist about it- but this has to stop. It’s draining you.”

I saw the way Jolly’s mouth twitched, his own emotions close to slipping through his own mask, but he held it stronger than me.

“Once you’re in a better place, come to the studio. I have something to show you.”

I nodded. “Sure, yeah. Might be good for me to write something.”

Jolly gave one last squeeze to my shoulder. “Love you, man.”

“You too. Thank you.” I smiled.

NOAH

An hour and a long shower later, I walked down the hallway toward our studio with a new tune in my head. The lyrics were loud in my mind as I played with the new bracelet on my wrist, twisting it between two fingers.

“There’s not another way don’t let me go, don’t dig another grave today,” I sang under my breath as I walked through the door.

Jolly was sitting on the couch in the room, guitar on his lap and notebook on the floor at his feet. He looked up as I walked in and had a nervous smile on his face.

“Hey, you better?”

I gave a small nod. “Yeah. What’s this?”

As I sat on the couch next to him, I went to reach for the notepad before he placed a foot over it, blocking me from retrieving it.

“Y/N gave me something earlier. I really like it but wanted to run it by you, if you were comfortable,” Jolly said hesitantly.

I tensed, not knowing how to feel. I wasn’t comfortable with whatever Jolly needed to show me but knowing it was from Y/N eventually made me agree.

He removed his foot so I could grab the notebook, eyes immediately scanning over the lyrics on the page.

Evened the scores, then I let it all go fall apart. And every step forward put a little more sword in your heart, yeah. Looking sideways when I say I’m okay with the past but I’m afraid of what I might say if you ask. I did it to myself, tried to be someone else. I let it tear me down, and I'll never be the same. I did it to myself, tried to be someone else. And you didn't notice 'til I finally got, finally got away.

My heart stuttered in my chest as I licked my lips. “Wow, that’s impressive. When did you find the time to write this? Usually, that's my wheelhouse.”

“Noah cut the shit. You know this isn’t my work. I just told you, it’s Y/N’s,” Jolly sighed while pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I’m just being a dick.” I snorted a laugh while bumping his shoulder with mine.

“Yeah, you are. Now what do you think? We can use this, no? As inspiration, maybe?”

Suddenly the lyrics I sang a moment before walking into the room played in my mind again; I hummed them under my breath, adding it to the lyrics Y/N wrote.

“One second,” I muttered while pulling out my phone.

ME: You sure you want us to have your lyrics?

Y/N’s response was immediate.

Angel 🪽: Nobody could do it better than you guys. You’ll give those lyrics the justice it deserve.

Leaving the message on read, Jolly and I worked tirelessly to rework the lyrics together and when I felt we were in a good position with them, I reached for my phone again. There was still a lingering feeling festering deep inside of me, that I wanted to make sure Y/N was fine with.

ME: I’m taking creative liberty for this, are you good with that?

Angel 🪽: What's mine is yours, Noah. 

Yeah, not everything.

[artemis32]

Subjugation II

Yandere Erasermic x reader

Well, here you go, part II as promised :))

I’m going to say this took so long because I’ve never written smut before (that’s true, but I also take months to get things done) but I’m so proud of the fact that I actually attempted to write a sex scene, yay me

Please read the trigger warnings below, they aren’t there for fun, and minors dni, go away

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word count - 7.5k

tw: abuse (physical and emotional), isolation, hypothermia, noncon / dubcon, threesome, oral sex (both f and m receiving), blowjob, choking, biting, nipple play, creampie, cervix-fucking, threats and violence (against reader), power dynamics (reader is in her early twenties, Erasermic duo are in their mid to late thirties), age-gap relationship

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Part I

bnha masterlist

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Before your little “attempt at defiance”, you had watched the seasons change day by day through the windows scattered throughout the house. There were many, all of them large.

The two men you lived with weren’t exactly worried about you escaping, not when the three of you were the only hint of civilization for a few hundred kilometers. You could run, you could hide, but they were sure to find you before you managed to get very far.

And so, you found solace in watching as the months went by.

One thing you were grateful for, not that you’d ever admit it, is that the two men chose a gorgeous area for the isolated home. The lack of human interference meant that nature flourished all around you.

The thick canopy of trees that surrounded you often looked like something right out of a postcard.

During the warmer months, the thick expanse of trees and other plants cast a large shadow over the back garden. You spent many hours there, lazing about like a cat. It wasn’t as if there was much else to entertain you anyway. In autumn, many of the leaves fell and decorated the forest floor in varying shades of green and brown. It was beautiful.

And winter. Winter was the season you enjoyed the most.

Winter was when you were allowed to cuddle up under heaps of blankets before a crackling fireplace. Winter was when you constantly had a warm mug cradled in your hands.

You were allowed to keep to yourself - you could spend hours reading or napping, even watching television if it was dreary enough outside.

And your favourite part had to be the snow.

It piled up high most years, coming up past your knees, almost to your hips if you were lucky enough.

The cold air would prickle your lungs, making your skin tingle. But no matter how cold it was outside; you could always come back inside and warm up.

No matter what, you were allowed back into the relative warmth and safety the two men provided.

****

You were cold.

You’d lost the feeling in your hands and feet a while ago. Your face was numb too.

How long had it been? 

Hours? Days? Perhaps it had only been a few minutes.

You weren’t sure.

Time felt sluggish, like you were wading through honey. Even the movement surrounding you felt slow and dull. Each snowflake fell slowly, as if you were watching your surroundings change frame by frame.

You lay curled up in a tight ball, tucking your arms and legs into your belly in a futile attempt to preserve some semblance of warmth. 

The tree you were huddled up against was uncomfortable. Everything was uncomfortable. Bark cut into your back, and you were sure that if you were able to feel anything, you would feel the sting of dozens of splinters in your skin.

Even though a thick layer of snow coated the ground, you still felt the hard ground, covered with pebbles, digging into your butt. The snow beneath you had long since melted, drenching your clothing.

The once warm sweatpants and hoodie now clung to your skin. It made the cold worse, you were sure, but you couldn’t bring yourself to remove it. That would require movement, and the loss of what little warmth remained. It also likely meant that you’d lose whatever sense of pride you’d managed to cling to.

You’d stopped shivering a while ago. Now all you managed to focus on was staying awake. 

Falling asleep scared you. You worried you wouldn’t wake up if you did.

So, you sat there, curled up into yourself, scared and cold.

Waiting. For what, you weren’t sure.

****

When you’d first woken up after the two men had drugged your food, you were quiet, timid, trying your best to melt down into the bed beneath you. Stoking their anger would have made everything worse. 

That’s what you told yourself.

The anxiety made your head spin.

Shota was cruel - making you wait for them, wait for some sort of punishment without any indication of what would happen, he knew it made you sweat.

They’d scared you half to death when they realised you were awake, stripping you of your stolen sleep shorts and shirt.

You had thrashed and cried, almost resorting to begging them. Almost, but not quite.

Pride was a cruel thing.

Hizashi had been the one to quell your fears. He’d always had more empathy for you and your situation than Shota had.

“Calm down, we’re not going to touch you.”

You knew what he meant. You should have felt relieved, but terror had settled deep in your stomach like a boulder, especially with the unspoken words that buzzed between you.

We won’t touch you. Not yet.

You still felt sick.

They eventually managed to change you after a few minutes of quiet struggling on your part.

The sweatpants were grey and thick with a hoodie to match. It was comfortable, but the fact that they had seen you so exposed and vulnerable almost made tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. The embarrassment made your skin burn.

Hizashi had made you sit up, poking at your back harshly whenever you slouched. He spent nearly an hour patiently combing through your hair, gently massaging your scalp and shoulders.

It made you uncomfortable. It was far too intimate, too peaceful for you to relax.

Shota came in just as Hizashi finished with your hair, placing a loving peck on the crown of your head.

“Drink it.” A tall glass of what appeared to be water is shoved into your hands.

Your hesitance is clear on your face and Shota throws you a death glare.

“All of it.”

You give him a cautious glance, sniffing the contents of the glass before taking a small sip.

Just water.

Never mind the fact that it may have been drugged, just like the food you had so foolishly scarfed down. You didn’t care for the consequences, but more importantly, you didn’t want to anger the two men any more than you already had.

You drank it slowly, sipping in intervals, trying to buy yourself as much time as you could. The anticipation of waiting for the punishment you were certain you’d receive was agony. Honestly, making you wait so anxiously was probably part of your punishment.

It was so unfair.

What had you done to deserve this treatment?

You’d made your desire to leave abundantly clear, so it wasn’t as if your outburst was unexpected. In fact, you thought that they should be grateful you were behaving as well as you were. Of course, the occasional breakdown should be expected, they were insane if they thought otherwise - not that you’d ever tell them that.

Eventually, you couldn’t stall any further. Your glass was empty and there was nothing left to do but await their verdict. 

You felt like a common criminal, as if you committed some unspeakable crime.

Hizashi re-entered the room, making his way towards you. Each step felt like a weight dropped in your stomach, and his serious demeanour only added to your apprehension. Hizashi was hardly ever this serious.

“You done?” He asks, nodding towards the empty glass in your hands.

You nod silently, unable to speak.

“Okay, come on, up you get.”

He helps you off the bed before leading you towards the door, down the stairs, making a beeline straight for the back door.

The garden?

Confusion kicks in in that moment and you falter slightly.

“Hizashi? Where are we going?”

Your voice comes out softer than you’d like, almost cracking. You would berate yourself for sounding so scared, but your uncertainty throws you off.

He looks at you with a dull expression, almost no emotion in his gaze. He looks tired.

“You’ve brought this upon yourself, just remember that. We warned you.”

With that, he grips your forearm and yanks you outside.

It’s freezing. 

In that moment, as he pulls and shoves you towards the large cluster of trees that act as the perimeter of the property, all you can think is that the two men must be crazy.

Not crazy from anger or lack of awareness. 

Downright crazy.

They have to be. You’d freeze to death out here, especially with the clothing you had on – sweats weren’t exactly snow gear.

He didn’t seem to care, shoving you down before grabbing at a leather rope that you hadn’t seen before, buried beneath the snow. The realisation of what he’s about to do sets in slowly, and by the time you think to react, it’s too late.

The thick leather is smooth around your ankle, the metal links clinking loudly as Hizashi locks it in place. He stands and gives you one last glance, sighing heavily before turning and making his way back to the house.

He didn’t stop.

He didn’t look back.

You don’t call out to him. You only sit and stare at his retreating figure.

Even though the house was so far away, you were sure you heard the lock snap into place as Hizashi slammed the door.

****

Before you’d been taken in by the two men, you enjoyed your own company. Being comfortable alone was a skill you’d picked up pretty early on in life, and it had never been a problem.

That hadn’t changed when you started attending UA – making friends hadn’t been easy, and you hadn’t gone out of your way to try. You accepted that people weren’t drawn to you in the way that you may have hoped when you were younger.

It had grown easier over time, and consequently, you forgot how to cope when constantly surrounded by others. You didn’t even realise that it was a problem until you’d been forced to spend almost every moment of every day with the two men you grew to despise.

Your frustration and lack of patience for other people is probably what made their forced company feel ten times worse.

After months of what you deemed exposure therapy, you’d grown as used to their constant company as you could, although the ever-lingering sense of unease remained.

You thought things were going better – improving.

Evidently, you were wrong.

And you realise after being locked out for hours that you may have grown more dependent on the two men than you’d originally thought.

That realisation is worse than any other punishment either of them could ever try to inflict on you.

****

You had sat in the snow for a while, nearly forty minutes. All that time was spent wallowing in self-pity, misery settling over your mind like a blanket.

Most of that time had been spent in self-reflection.

Maybe I do deserve this. They wouldn’t have done this if I didn’t deserve it. Then again, they’re insane.

…

What have I done to deserve this? Lashed out? ‘Misbehaved’? Fuck, give me a break.

You dig you nails into your palms. Hard.

The pain of skin breaking is what draws you out of your thoughts. You feel disgusted with yourself – pathetic.

Blaming yourself for their decisions is something you actively tried to avoid. During all the time that you’d been with them, you had never, not once, blamed yourself for their words and actions.

The past few days must have affected you more than you’d realised.

In that moment, you felt trapped. You felt suffocated by Shota and Hizashi. Their words and actions, their ‘punishments’ and disgusting innuendos.

You felt panicked at the thought that you were losing pieces of yourself day by day – that one day, sooner rather than later, you’d break. That something inside of you would crack, something you wouldn’t be able to fix or come back from.

And so, you made a split-second decision – one you knew you would regret if you stopped to properly think it through.

It took roughly twenty minutes to loosen the leather leash around your ankle enough to rip it off. It hurt, bruising and cutting into the thin skin of your ankle. But it was off, and you were free to leave.

The moment the leash hit the ground, you were up and running. Running away from the house and into the dense forest behind you.

You didn’t stop to check if they’d noticed, or to cover up the tracks left in the snow. Your quirk would take care of that, thankfully – at least until you placed enough distance between yourself and your prison.

You didn’t look back – you just ran.

****

You had met Hizashi first.

He had been your homeroom teacher; someone meant to help and guide you through the years while you learnt what it meant to be a hero.

While you had been a somewhat withdrawn student, he seemed eager to get you out of your shell, encouraging you to participate in class and engage with your peers. When that ultimately failed, he took you under his wing.

You would often spend your lunch breaks in his classroom, listening to him ramble on in his usual overeager manner.

Being around him was easy – he filled the silence, talking on your behalf when you couldn’t muster the energy for a conversation. You also never seemed to tire in his presence as you did with so many other people, despite his extremely extraverted nature.

Halfway through your second year, you were introduced to Shota in passing.

You’d been in Hizashi’s classroom, keeping him company while he marked papers, as per his request.

He had been absentmindedly humming while you spoke about your plans for the weekend when Shota had walked in.

You had heard about the stealth hero Eraserhead many times, but you’d never had the opportunity to meet him in person before. He had looked tired, his hair hanging loose over his shoulders, posture slouched and slightly tense.

When he made eye contact with you, he seemed to look through you. His gaze had felt uncomfortable, as if he was dissecting you, picking you apart, peeling back layers to see what lay far beneath your skin.

The atmosphere in the room had changed then. While you weren’t aware of exactly why that was, you could sense that the two men seemed to know something you didn’t.

And so, you quietly introduced yourself before bidding both men a goodbye and leaving.

The time you spent with your homeroom teacher had dwindled down over the remaining year and a half of your studies. Though you’d never admit it, it was mainly because of how uncomfortable you’d felt that day.

Even after everything that had happened, after all those years, you still felt far more comfortable with Hizashi than with Shota. Something about him set your hair on end, made your nerves prickle with anxiety.

Perhaps you should have been equally scared of both them – after all, Hizashi was just as terrifying as Shota, sometimes more so.

But his familiarity often lulled you into a false sense of safety, his presence was so comforting, so amicable. That came with its own set of problems, it led to him being overly intrusive, and he became increasingly bold over the years, pushing the boundaries of what your relationship should have been.

Even after the two men had kidnapped you, Shota never held him back, never told him not to cross the line of becoming overly familiar with you.

You suppose it was Hizashi’s own good conscience that kept him from going too far.

That same conscience had been slipping, and you were fearful of the day that he decided he’d had enough of trying to keep you comfortable and at ease around them.

****

You’d long since lost sight of the house, now all that surrounded you was snow and trees. The forest around you was becoming increasingly dense as you ran.

By now, your clothing got snagged on a branch every few steps, and you constantly tripped over the thick tree roots pushing up the dirt beneath your feet. The sky had darkened significantly since you’d gotten away, and you realised you’d soon be stranded in the dark.

As much as that thought scared you, you refused to turn back. Whatever lay ahead was certainly better than what awaited you if you were to return now.

The snow had begun to pile up high, thickly cushioning the forest floor. It made walking more difficult, slowing you down.

But you didn’t stop. You couldn’t.

You were sure that they had noticed you were gone by now, so the best course of action would be to get as far away as you possibly could. Your quirk, while well suited for covering your tracks, would only last so long, and the further away you were, the less control you had over it.

Besides, you’d gotten a good head start, so at least you’d have time to try and hide if they caught up to you.

Your thoughts are optimistic, even as the cold seeps through your clothing, even as night rolls in.

Still, your optimism can only get you so far.

The terrain is unfamiliar and your pace too fast. One ill-placed root, one misstep, that’s all it takes.

One moment you’re jogging along at a swift pace, trying to move quickly while still retaining energy. The next you’re off balance, tumbling down, down, down.

You’re stopped by a tree, your back slamming painfully into the thick trunk.

The cold is mocking, you can actually see the breath that has been knocked out of you.

You lay there, confused and dizzy. You taste blood.

Eventually, minutes or hours later, you come to your senses enough to realise that you should move, but by now the cold has seeped into your very bones.

How long have I been laying here? I should probably get up now, they might catch up soon.

…I’ll get up now, just let me rest for a few more minutes.

…Just five more minutes...

Your head pounds to an awful rhythm and your vision fades in and out.

Shivers wrack your crumpled frame and your hands, stiff from the cold, fumble around as you grab onto the tree trunk to pull yourself up.

You don’t get very far, slumping against the tree once you’re sitting upright. Getting up exhausted you more than it should have, and you feel drowsy, as if you’d been awake for days.

After some time has passed – how much, you aren’t sure – you slouch back. Your clothes are soaked through now, the snow having melted around your body.

You’re sure that if it had been warmer, you could have gotten up and left, but the cold that surrounds you sinks into you, holding you down.

Briefly, you think about the fact that you might die.

It’s entirely possible that they won’t find you before the cold snuffs out your life. That would probably be for the best. Shivers still wrack your body as you lay curled up next to the tree.

You display all of the typical symptoms for hypothermia, you’re aware of that much, and you know that it won’t be much longer before you lose consciousness.

This isn’t such a bad way to die. It’s peaceful at least, quiet. It’s nice. 

Too bad I’m in too much pain to really enjoy it.

Your thoughts trail off as you fade in and out of consciousness.

****

“Shota, punishment aside, she’s going to freeze to death out there if we don’t go and find her. I agree she’s taken it too far this time, but we can discuss that later. Grumbling about her running away doesn’t mean much if she’s dead.”

Aizawa glares at the blond.

He’s right. He knows he’s right.

But the anger he feels makes him shake.

They were prepared to end your punishment early, to bring you inside and be lenient with you. Hell, Hizashi had made soup and drawn a bath for you. Only you decided that now was the time to run away like a child instead of taking the punishment you deserved like an adult.

Suffice to say, Aizawa was livid.

He left to bring you inside and instead finds an empty, abandoned leash. He couldn’t even follow after you immediately because you were smart enough to cover your tracks.

They had never bothered with quirk cancelling cuffs because Shota was always around. And even if he wasn’t, your quirk couldn’t do much damage to either of them, at least not physically.

“Fine, we’ll discuss it later. But don’t get cold feet when it comes time to punish her. None of this would have happen if we’d squashed out this defiant streak when it first popped up.”

Hizashi sighs heavily, closing his eyes for a moment as he seems to contemplate something.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right – our threats have been empty, and she seems to think we won’t make good on our word. I guess there’s no going around it, we’ll have to do this the hard way then.”

With the agreement that they’d be punishing you more harshly than they’d previously planned, the two men set out on their way, rushing to find you before you got too far.

****

Shota panics when he finds you.

The two pro-heroes had been searching for a few hours. Initially, they’d been hurried in their search, believing that you couldn’t have gotten very far. After all, the area was unfamiliar, and you must have been freezing.

But as more time passed, they began to worry. Night was quickly approaching, and they were no closer to finding you now than they were hours earlier.

Hizashi curses himself for dressing you in such light colours. He hadn’t thought that you would run off though, and the fact that your clothing blended in with the surrounding snow wasn’t helping in the slightest as the two men silently searched for you.

Travelling quickly while also remaining as quiet as they possibly could was an added pain. But it was necessary – they couldn’t have you running off or hiding because they’d been too loud and obvious in their approach.

Their concerns of you hearing their approach and running off proved to be unnecessary, as Shota found you ten minutes later, laying in a crumpled heap at the bottom of a hill.

Your breathing was shallow, barely appearing as small puffs in the cold air. If he couldn’t see your barely visible exhales, he might have thought you were dead.

Panic clenches at Shota’s throat as he rushes to your side, flipping you onto your back and placing his head on your chest, right above your heart. Your heartbeat, while faint, is still constant.

What worries him more than your weak heartbeat and unsteady breathing is the state of your body.

You’re covered in cuts and bruises, blood dotting at your ankle where the leash once sat. More concerning is your temperature – your lips and fingertips are blue, the blood has almost completely drained from your face, and you shiver slightly as he picks you up, cradling you in his arms.

“Zashi!”

He eventually finds his voice, calling the blond over.

When he appears, a noise of distress clogs up his throat.

“She has hypothermia, we have to get back to the house right now.”

And with that he stands with you in his arms and hurriedly begins making his way back to the house. He doesn’t bother looking back to make sure that Hizashi is following him.

Despite the fact that you’re unconscious and unable to hear him, and despite the panic and fear overwhelming his senses, Shota still reprimands you as he carries you back to the house, as if hoping the words get through to you even as you dream.

"It's high time we put you in your place. I've put it off for far too long and you seem to think I'm not serious about the threats and promises I’ve made. You're not getting away from this again. I could excuse you calling us names and fighting back, but putting yourself in danger so recklessly is something we have to punish properly. I’ll be the bad guy if that’s what it takes."

Perhaps he says it to calm himself, to convince himself that you’d be okay. The shake in his voice betrays him.

When they eventually reach the safety of the house, they make their way to the large bedroom, placing you gently onto the comfortable bed.

They say a prayer of thanks that you’re unconscious, it makes it easier to strip you of your drenched clothing and to slip your limp body beneath the linen covers.

Hizashi spends a long time caring for your injuries, softly running a warm, damp cloth over the nasty scratches and tears on your skin before applying ointment, gently massaging your ankle where the leather leash had cut into your skin. 

Your back is a nasty shade of blue, and even in unconsciousness, you flinch back as he brushes his fingers over the bruised skin.

Shota sits idly, leaving only to turn up the heating in the house, but beneath the surface and his cool façade, he feels impatience and worry boiling, rippling under his skin.

As eager as they were to properly teach you a lesson, finding you the way that they had had scared them both, more than they’d probably ever admit.

For now, they were content in taking care of you, the way that they always wanted to. Had you been conscious, you would hardly have recognised the two men, the care and love in their eyes and actions.

After they’ve cleaned you up, they strip and climb into the bed next to you, pressing themselves to you to try and warm you up, praying that you would be alright.

Hizashi cradles your hands in his own, running his calloused palms over your steadily warming fingers.

Slowly but surely, the two men manage to warm you up. Your breathing and heartrate return to normal and your face flushes with colour – you even start to sweat slightly from the sweltering heat trapped beneath the thick duvet. The relief makes both of them dizzy.

Shota and Hizashi wait patiently for you to wake up. They wait, watching the seconds turn to minutes, and the minutes turn to hours. They wait still cradling you between them, trying to maintain their angry façade from hours earlier.

****

You wake up sweating and stark naked.

The silence in the room is loud, so loud that it feels as if your ears are ringing. You feel confused, unable to remember what had happened or where you were. The overwhelming heat increases with each passing moment, and you’re sure you’ll pass out soon if you don’t cool down.

As if you’d projected your thoughts outward, the thick duvet you’re cocooned in is thrown off and your skin prickles from the sudden chill in the room, goosebumps rippling over your arms and legs.

It’s then that you notice the two men on either side of you.

Hizashi is behind you, his body curled against yours, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, face tucked into the crook of your neck.

Shota is in front of you and your face rests on his chest. His arms are folded behind his head, his posture relaxed.

Both men are awake.

And naked.

You try to sit up, but Hizashi holds you in place, restraining you.

Rather than trying to fight against him, you curl into yourself.

Evidently, they wouldn’t let you have even that small semblance of comfort.

Shota pulls you up towards him, making you crane your neck to face him as he grabs the back of your neck harshly. His eyes flash red for a moment, threatening you.

“You’re in so much trouble.”

That’s all the warning they give you before you’re yanked forward, your lips meeting Shota’s in a forceful kiss.

Maybe kiss is the wrong word. It’s bruising, all teeth and tongue. There’s nothing passionate or loving about it. His fingers splay around the base of your skull as you try to pull away.

You’re so distracted by Shota’s ministrations that you barely notice as Hizashi moves downwards, shifting so that he lays between your now open legs.

What you do notice is the first gentle lap of his tongue against your cunt.

You jerk away from both of them in shock, tears forming on your waterline.

Pride be damned, you were ready to beg them, to plead with them. Anything but that. Anything.

They don’t give you a chance to protest, manhandling you back to the position you’d been in moments before.

Shota slams his lips against yours, his movements assertive and swift. You push against his chest until he gives you some space, barely a few millimetres between the two of you. The second you open your mouth to say something, he surges forward and shoves his tongue past your lips, into your mouth, and down your throat, or as far as he can manage.

Between your legs, Hizashi seems to lose the hold he’d managed to keep on his self-restraint for months.

His tongue works diligently, flattening against your cunt, making long, slow swipes from your slit to your sensitive clit and back. Your thighs tighten around his head, trying to shove him away.

It’s too much, too soon. 

There are so many questions buzzing around your head. You’re still so out of sorts. Waking up so abruptly and being shoved into such a confusing situation with no warning sends you into a panic.

I don’t want this, you want to say.

You manage to slip your hands down and tangle your fingers through his soft blond locks, yanking his mouth away from you. You receive a swift stinging slap to the thigh and Shota grasps your wrists in a harsh grip.

The delicate bones in your wrists groan and you shift in discomfort.

Hizashi’s rough palms smooth themselves up and down the soft expanse of your thighs. His touch feels almost loving.

The picture-perfect moment is ruined as he grasps your inner thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to bruise.

A small whimper of pain slips out between your lips, swallowed up by Shota whose fingers move down your throat to fondle your breasts, tweaking and pulling at your sensitive nipples. 

It makes you uncomfortable - they’re too casual with their touches, their presence is suffocating.

Shota is cruel, nipping at your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, which he promptly licks up before moving his attention downwards, towards your neck.

Soft kisses turn into harsh suckling and painful bites.

You try not to think about the bruises you’ll be faced with the following day.

Hizashi eats you like a man starved, suffocating himself between your legs.

You’re drenched now, slick and spit dripping from your cunt as he sucks and slurps at your clit, slipping two fingers into your pussy.

The stretch is slightly uncomfortable, but Shota’s teeth grazing the juncture between your neck and shoulder distracts you. His teeth sink into the soft skin and a sharp pain radiates down your arm and up your neck.

He marked you – like an animal.

Pleasure blooms in your stomach, diverting your attention. As much as you try to hold it off, you feel the beginnings of an orgasm approaching.

Both men can sense it too, from your heavy breathing and muffled moans to the way your hips slightly grind against Hizashi’s face.

It builds up steadily and your body feels warm. You no longer try to cover up your satisfied moans, lifting your hips off of the bed as Hizashi adds a third finger.

You’re on the precipice, you’re so close.

And they stop.

Soft whimpers escape before you can stop them and you try to grind your hips against Hizashi’s fingers, but he pulls them out, leaving you feeling empty and frustrated.

Shota’s hand moves from under your breasts, sliding up your chest to rest on your throat. He looks deep into your eyes before tightening his grip until you can barely breathe.

Your hands shoot up to yank on his wrists, but his grip is steady, and you can do nothing more than rest your hands on his as he stares at you, through you.

His moves forward, until the two of you are nose to nose, sharing the same air.

“If you ever try to pull a stunt like that again, I’ll break both of your legs. We won’t have to worry about you getting away if you can’t walk. Do you understand me?”

His words bring tears to your eyes, which you try to hold back, blinking furiously. You remain silent, one last show of defiance.

It doesn’t mean anything; you know it won’t amount to anything. But you do it anyway, so that you can convince yourself that you at least tried to fight back in some small way.

Shota’s grip tightens, his fingers cutting off your oxygen, and you give up, frantically nodding, slapping at his hand in an attempt to wordlessly communicate.

He hums then, deep and contemplative, before letting go of your throat and kissing you once again, more deeply than before. His hand slides back down your chest, coming to rest in the valley between your breasts. It feels as though he’s pinning you down, though there’s no pressure behind his touch.

Hizashi mutters something under his breath before returning to work with gusto.

Within minutes, you’re nearing your peak once more.

You’ve given up on fighting them, but you don’t engage with them either.

They take what they want, and one harsh suckle on your clit and a well-timed prod with Hizashi’s fingers deep inside you have you slipping over the edge, body shaking as you let out unrestrained moans. Shota had pulled away the moment he realised you were about to cum, letting your moans echo throughout the room as Hizashi continued to help you ride out your orgasm.

Your breathing is heavy and uneven, and you stare up at the ceiling in shame.

These men were bad people. They’d done horrible things to you. They’d hurt you, physically and mentally. 

Why had you enjoyed that?

Shota stands and makes his way to the opposite end of the room. You don’t have a chance to see exactly what he’s doing because Hizashi sits up and shifts your body to the side, turning you until your head lays near the side of the bed.

He crawls up your body, coming to rest on his knees between your legs. His hands still softly massage your thighs, sliding up your hips and coming to rest on the curve of your waist.

You know what’s coming next.

As much as you’d like to deny it, believe otherwise, or fight back, you know what’s coming.

Hizashi pulls you towards him, slotting himself between your legs before lifting your thighs to rest them on his hips. His fingers stroke the skin of your waist, perhaps in what he believes to be a comforting motion. He must see the worry on your face.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, you’ll enjoy this.”

His hips glide forwards, his cock slipping between your folds and coating itself in a mixture of his spit and your slick. His cock head catches on your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

As he pushes the thick head of his cock to your entrance, Shota reappears, stopping next to your head.

You’re babbling out nonsense now. You think you might be begging them. You’re not sure.

His heavy cock slides into your pussy with an uncomfortable pop and you cry out. He doesn’t stop though, doesn’t wait for you to adjust. He pushes forward, his cock shoving through the tight rings of muscle.

Your cries and pleas are muffled when Shota taps the bulbous head of his dick on to your lips, a silent demand for you to open your mouth.

The protest lies on the tip of your tongue, but you don’t want to make the situation any worse than it already is.

Resigning yourself to your fate, you open your mouth and Shota surges forward, shoving his thick length down your throat. He isn’t as gentle as Hizashi.

Eventually, both men bottom out, and thankfully pause for a moment, letting you adjust. The tip of Hizashi’s cock lays snuggly against your cervix, kissing the entrance painfully.

Where Hizashi is slightly longer, Shota is thicker. His dick fills your mouth, your throat, and you struggle to breath. Your jaw aches from the stretch. Both men are uncomfortably large, both long and thick, and you can’t stop a few tears from escaping.

Hizashi rubs slow, gentle eight-figures into your clit, trying to get you to relax. Shota wipes away the few tears you managed to shed.

Their patience wanes and they move in sync, both men pulling back and snapping their hips forward sharply at the same time.

The movement knocks the air out of your lungs, and you’re almost certain that you feel them tearing you in half, touching in the middle of you. Hizashi pounds painfully against your cervix.

All self-restraint leaves the room as they feel you clench around them, and they set a harsh, bruising pace.

They continue on, oblivious to your discomfort.

The only sounds filling the room are their harsh pants, the slap of skin on skin, and the wet squelch of your pussy. Occasionally, the sound of you gagging echoes out as well, particularly when the head of Shota’s dick hits the back of your throat.

There’s a brief pause, one in which you hope that they’ve decided you’ve been punished enough. You’re not that lucky though, and they pull out only to flip you over and onto your stomach. Hizashi pulls your hips back and up, shoving his cock back into your dripping pussy and returning to his hammering pace almost immediately.

Shota is slower, threading his fingers through your hair, gathering it up into a makeshift ponytail before gently stroking your cheek, the look in his eyes almost loving. It leaves as quickly as it appeared, and he’s back to shoving his length down your throat, cock head tapping the back of your throat harshly, your nose touching his pelvic bone and the patch of dark hair around the base of his dick.

Hizashi’s grip on your waist is painful, fingers imprinting into the soft flesh despite how gentle he was earlier. Shota is the opposite, tenderly petting your hair, acting as if he wasn’t currently suffocating you, bruising your oesophagus.

You gag and try desperately to breathe through your nose, tears and spit covering your face. Your hands grip Shota's thighs, trying to steady yourself, nails digging into the firm muscles that lay beneath his skin.

Despite the uncomfortable position and the brutal pace the two men have taken up, you feel a second orgasm begin to stir deep in your lower belly. Hizashi seems to sense it too, leaning forward to lay his upper body over your own, one hand shifting to in between your legs to harshly rub at your clit, the other wrapping around your waist possessively.

Shota is the first to cum, his head tipped back as he lets out a deep groan, one that rumbles in his chest, his hips stuttering as cum floods to the back of your throat. You choke and splutter as he stills his hips, staying still as the last spurts of cum drain from his cock.

Hizashi’s breath is warm on your neck, tickling you as he lays soft, fleeting kisses on the back of your neck.

“Swallow it,” he whispers in your ear, gently nibbling at the shell of your ear.

When you don’t follow his order, he cruelly tweaks your clit, making you cry out with Shota’s cock still deep down your throat.

“I said, swallow it.”

You do.

It’s salty and thick, and you cough harshly as Shota slowly pulls out of your mouth, patting your head with a satisfied smile.

“Open, let’s see.”

Your mouth drops open, tongue lolling out as you stare up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.

Shota appreciates the sight, shoving his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, pushing down on your tongue. At the same moment, Hizashi hits a soft, spongy spot deep inside you and you moan out, eyes rolling back in your head.

Both men groan deeply, Hizashi letting out a low fuck under his breath.

He shifts his position, sitting upright and pulling you towards him, sitting you upright on his lap before slamming his hips up against your own, increasing the tight circles he rubs onto your oversensitive clit.

What sends you over the edge is Shota leaning forward and taking your breasts into his calloused hands, fingers swiping over your sensitive nipples, tweaking, and twisting them. He seems to contemplate something for a moment before sucking a nipple into his mouth, teeth gently nipping and rolling it around. The sting is soothed by his tongue as it flattens over the hardened bud, swiping in an upwards motion.

A well-timed thrust from Hizashi and a cruel tug at your clit sees you falling over the edge, crying out as you tangle your hands in Shota’s hair, holding him close to your chest and you grind down onto Hizashi’s hardened cock still pounding into you, prolonging your orgasm.

Hizashi follows soon after you do, your spasming walls milking every last drop of thick, creamy cum out of his twitching cock. He pulls out with a wet plop after a moment, breathing heavily onto the back of your neck, laying a sloppy, wet kiss there before releasing his bruising grip from your hips.

Shota moves away from your chest then too, with one last twist of an over-sensitive nipple.

Without the support of the two men keeping you upright, you flop forward as if your bones are made of jelly. Shota laughs lightly, hand still petting your hair. Hizashi stands and makes his way to the ensuite bathroom as Shota shifts you so that you’re laying comfortably with your head on a pillow.

Hizashi returns moments later holding a damp wash cloth, handing it to Shota before grabbing a few bottles of water from the minifridge near his side of the large bed.

Shota sits on the bed between your legs, opening them to gently wipe at your still sensitive cunt. Your legs twitch and shake despite how careful he is, and it makes the two men laugh. Hizashi props you up slightly, handing you an open bottle of water, encouraging you to drink.

The water is ice cold, and it feels as if it flows over your organs as you swallow. The vast difference in temperature calms your shaking hands.

When Shota finishes cleaning you and himself up, he joins you and Hizashi on the bed – Hizashi on your right, Shota on your left.

The two men cuddle you between them, and the silence that has settled over the room is crushing. You feel their stares boring into you.

You wonder how long they’ll make you wait until they speak up. They seem content for the moment, staring down at you, holding you close to them.

“You did well – you handled your punishment better than I thought you would have, I’m proud of you.”

Shota’s words bring you little comfort, especially with his grip tightening around your waist when he continues speaking.

“That being said, your punishment is far from over. It wouldn’t have gotten to this point if you had just accepted being locked outside for a few hours yesterday, but the fact that you decided to try to run away – in the middle of a punishment no less – that shows that you clearly don’t understand why you’re being punished in the first place.”

It’s silent for a moment, then he continues.

“The fact that you put yourself in danger like that is the biggest problem, and you will be disciplined for it once you recover.”

On your other side, Hizashi speaks up, sharing his thoughts as well, his hold on you tensing.

“Yeah, we’re plenty mad about that - running off in the snow like that was stupid. But even though you made your punishment worse yesterday, you did well today. Sho and I, we’re both so happy that you finally decided to accept us. It may not seem like it right now, but we’ve just made a lot of progress. Like Sho just said, we’re proud of you.”

He places a gentle, loving kiss on your lips.

You remain silent. Despite their words, you don’t feel content.

Deep down, you know that you’ve just given up a part of yourself, something that you will never be able to get back.

The love-filled kisses you receive from the two men shatter whatever hope you had left.

Something inside of you breaks, and it’s crushed to dust.

Because you know that they’re right.

And that hurts more than anything they could have done, any punishment they could have imposed upon you.

[manblood]

meeting and dating xavier thorpe

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some meeting and dating headcannons for my fav shears twin lookalike (i’ve been obsessed w the garden for a while and seeing xavier made it worse)

lowercase intended + written on my phone

preparing for launch…

you two obviously met at nevermore

the first time you talk is when you’re walking with wednesday and enid for the school tour since you transferred to nevermore at the same time as wednesday

you get lost and separated from the group and he noticed your confusion so he walked up to you to try and help you

“hey i’ve never seen you around here before. are you lost?”

unbeknownst to you, bro was already falling in love with you and the more he talked to you, the more he fell.

take what he was like with wednesday and dial it up by like x10 percent

you have a couple classes together so he makes sure that he has an open seat next to him for every one so you’ll have to sit with him and talk to him more

he draws little candid pictures of you while you’re not looking in his notebook and animates little drawings of animals with his powers to try and impress you

he isn’t the best with expressing his emotions, so he definitely finds out some of your hobbies and tries to get really good at them or learn something about them so he can talk to you about it during class the next day

you like to read? he gets the titles of the books you carry around and reads them so he can talk to you about them. you like to sing or play an instrument? he’s gonna compliment your playing so much. you like a band or an artist? oh what a coincidence! he loves them too!

you and thing are besties so you tell him about xavier and your little crush on him

pulling a classic thing move, he writes xavier a note for you asking him to the rave’n

the night of the dance you open your door to leave for the dance and there’s xavier about to knock on the door to pick you up and take you

as you’re questioning why he’s there he has stars in his eyes imagining what the night will hold and hoping this won’t be the only time he gets to take you out like this

you can consider that night your first date and the night was filled lots of dancing and laughing, as well as being enchanted by each other

when xavier dropped you off back at your dorm he asks you out on another date

“are you doing anything sunday?”

you start dating after your third or fourth date

constant secret dates, big and small, just as long as you two can be near each other and alone

i can see bianca being a little jealous at first, but then warming up to it after a little while and you two actually become friends

enid constantly asking you two to go on a double date with her and ajax

xavier makes art to express his emotions since he’s usually closed off with most, so get ready for xavier to be drawing you 24/7 but not showing you most of them

giving each other little things that remind you guys of each other

his love language is gift giving and quality time so his ideal type of date is probably one of those cute little things where you guys make build a bears for each other, go on a picnic and do that thing where every 20 minutes you guys swap paintings and work on them until you have finished ones, or going to one of those places where you paint pottery and make something for each other or together

when schools out you two stay in contact and probably make plans to visit each other once or twice

as far as i love you’s go, once you two say it or realize you love each other i can see you two not really saying it frequently but doing little things that show it

all together it’s a very comforting relationship and even though xavier’s a very private person, you two grow together

…welcome home

we hope you enjoyed your flight

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

authors_note-

thank you for reading my first ever xavier piece!! i’m kinda proud of how it turned out. keep an eye out for more writings for him to come out soon <3

[spotsandsocks]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @tizniz @diazsdimples @wikiangela @hippolotamus @bi-buckrights @exhuastedpigeon Thank you lovelies 💖

How many works do you have on ao3?

89 that’s not too shabby is it. Three years of writing this summer.

What's your total ao3 word count?

902,255 that is quite a few words isn’t it.

What fandoms do you write for?

911

Top five fics by kudos:

If You Break It 3.2k Chris overhears a something and gets upset, then he tells Buck who gets upset too.

They say the Truth will set you free 2.3K Buck get a dose of something at work and gets emotional and chatty

Could Have Should Have Would Have 3.2k an unexpected“I love you” but it’s too late. Isn’t it?

Just Ask 1.7K Eddie's having thoughts, he wants to touch. Buck's ok with that, all Eddie has to do is ask.

Looking from the outside 2.4K TWhat happens when everyone you meet thinks you’re married to your perfectly platonic best friend. Most of these are quite old now, I think I’ve written some just as good or even better but fics don’t seem to get as much kudos these days

Do you respond to comments?

yes everyone is really important to me

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

No fics really end angsty round here but this one’s pretty emotional along the way.

Alone With Your Thoughts Buck gets very badly hurt (for plot reasons) and trying hard to stay alive he realises he’s not as alone as he thought.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

See above! All happy can’t choose the happiest.

Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet- think I’m too small to get noticed maybe!

Do you write smut?

Um yes I certainly do 😏 and quite well I like to think 😉 in fact an example will be popping along in FIF shortly

Craziest crossover:

Nope - now AUs is a different story

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of! Can’t imagine anyone noticing my fics enough to steal them

Have you ever had a fic translate

Someone asked to once but who knows!

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Nope

All time favourite ship?

Gotta be buddie hasnt it. They just inspire me

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All of my wips languish right now and are crying out for attention but I fully intend to finish them all. I do!

What are your writing strengths?

Not sure?! I think my more canon style fics are quite consistent with the characters in the show. Think that I’m pretty good with a complicated plot but you tell me?? I like the way I can wrap a bit of humor around the more tense bits too.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Long sentences? An over enthusiasm for the comma? Too long? Poor tagging?

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Maybe controversial but I’m not a huge fan of eddie using Spanish terms of endearment in fics. If he ever does it in show I’ll feel better about it, but it doesn’t actually feel very him, apart from that I don’t mind

First fandom you wrote in?

911

Favourite fic you've written?

How can I chose!! But these old chestnuts I’ve gone on about before but I, very proud of them actually

The Lost and The Found werewolf/shifter au

Good Knight Sweet Prince Prince/knight au

Tied To You From The Start smutty paranormal shenanigans

And obviously dragonriders au… see FIF post shortly

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[just-wrting]

First

Title: First

Pairing: Portgas D Ace x Reader(SMUT!)

Summary: You and Ace are each other’s first in everything.

Word Count: 4.8k

Master List

A/N: This has been sitting for quite some time, and I was finally feeling like finishing this lol so here’s some smut, it’s like the third time I’ve actually written smut, so it’s probably not great but let me know

The sun finally peeks out from the horizon as you take the final step. You hope you’re not too late, after all, he gets up early to go see his brother. It seemed like it took you and your little legs forever to climb the mountain. Seven year olds don’t move that fast, or at least the average one’s don’t.

“Ace! Over here!” You wave excitedly at the young boy.

As soon as he realizes it’s you, he makes a face. “What do you want?”

“I just wanted to visit you. Is that so wrong? I thought we were friends!” You pout.

Ace folds his arms and huffs. “Well I overheard some thugs say that only sissies hang out with weak people. I don’t wanna be a sissy.”

“You’re going to listen to what people you beat up say?” You tilt your head to the side. “I was just going to tell you what my parents told me about scary and strong pirates, since you want to be one.”

“Fine, only because you said it’ll make me a strong pirate.”

You give him a big toothy grin. “My mama said that all scary pirates are w-womanizers.”

You’re quite proud of yourself for remembering such a big word.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Am I supposed to be like a girl?” Ace scowls at the thought. “I’m not gonna do that. I’ll be the strongest without being that.”

You shake your head. “That’s not what it means. It means being good with women, and being able to kiss them. At least that’s what my dad says.”

Ace sticks his tongue out. “Well that’s stupid. Who am I supposed to try kissing here, dummy?”

“Well I guess I could help you out, if you ask nicely,” you say, looking away from him.

“Ew, why would I want to try kissing you?”

You feel your face heat up in both embarrassment and anger. “Fine! I’ll hope Luffy becomes the strongest pirate instead. You’re such a meanie.”

You hear Ace stomp his feet all the way to you. He stares down at you, but you refuse to back down.

“That crybaby won’t be the strongest pirate. It’s gonna be me! Since you really want to, I guess I can try kissing you. Just once!”

You close your eyes and scrunch up your face. Ace takes forever, but finally presses his lips to yours. He puts too much pressure however, and the two of you fall over.

You push him off and scowl at him. “How dare you push me over? That’s not what my parents do when they kiss.”

“Oh yeah? Well, you drooled on me! I don’t think that’s how kissing works either!”

“What would you know, Ace? You have rocks for brains!”

Before he can say anything, you scramble to your feet and run off. You don’t stop for breath until you think Ace can’t see you anymore. Little did you know that you’ve just started something that will last a life time.

—-

The night air buzzes with various insects, and you pull your hair out of face. You’ve been bothering Ace for years and now you’ve gotten pretty close. He’s determined to set out to sea in two years, so you’re doing your best to squash any feelings you might have for him.

It’s not easy. Not when the two of you are alone and he has you sit on his lap. You do your best to pretend you’re annoyed at his antics, but it doesn’t stop your face from feeling warm.

“I’m so glad that Luffy still has a bed time. This is why I’m happy I’m fifteen finally. I’ll get to sail out in two more years.”

“What does that have to with where I sit, Ace?” You try to scowl, but you’re positive you just look flustered.

He wraps his arms around your waist and gives you his signature cheeky smile. Despite the summer heat and the bonfire, your body seems to crave his warmth.

“Now that Luffy’s in bed, I can do something I’ve been wanting to do for a bit.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Is it eating the rest of the food?” you ask, sounding much more disappointed than you mean to.

His thumb traces small circles on your back as he keeps smiling at you. “It’s no fun to tell you.”

You can’t stop your lips from turning into a pout. This makes him laugh, a soft and breathy laugh that fans your face. It causes your pout to deepen.

“Don’t do that,” he murmurs. “Gonna cause me to start thinking things.”

“Then maybe you’re a pervert,” you state matter-of-factly. “I think you actually are. Where are your hands?”

Now it’s his turn to look ashamed. He looks away from you and makes some sort of comment on a bug. Despite being called out, his hands still rest under your shirt.

You feel him pull you closer until your chests are resting against each other. His breath seems steady compared to your own. Unsure of what to do, you place your arms on his shoulders and gently tangle one hand in his hair.

In the moonlight, Ace looks so serene. There’s something so pretty about him. From the softer dusting of freckles under the more prominent ones to the soft glow his skin has, every part of him is attractive. You do your best to take in every part of him, fearing this is the last time.

You fail to notice his hand gently resting on the back of your neck and how his eyes are fluttering closed. It takes you by surprise when he pulls you in for a kiss.

It’s nothing like what you’re used to. Ace’s kisses are usually quick and firm, but this one is soft and gentle. He takes his time, almost as if he’s trying to savor the moment.

It doesn’t take too long for the growing desire to take over as he deepens the kiss. You don’t fight it, letting him sweep his tongue over your bottom lip asking to be let in. It’s the first time you’ve kissed like this.

Ace’s fingers dig into your side in a desperate attempt to pull you even closer. In doing this, he’s placed himself below you. Even though you’re nervous, you do your best to take the lead, letting your tongue explore him.

He tastes sweet, and you can’t help the growing want for more. At this point all of your senses are consumed by Ace and his presence, and you can’t stop the small moans that leave you.

Suddenly, clear as day, a voice booms through the forest. “Ace! If you’re not here in the next five minutes I’m locking you out.”

Ace pulls away, and you do your best to kill the whimper that arises in your throat. The fire has dimmed to embers, and you wonder how long you were like that.

“Shit, I’ve got to go. Did you want me to walk you home?” he asks as his hands fall to his side.

You stand up and shake your head. “I’ll be fine, you know that. Get going before she kills you.”

Before he runs off, he grabs you one more time. This kiss is one of his normal ones, firm and quick but filled with the promise of more.

—-

Before he takes off, Ace pulls himself up onto the shore one more time. The moon is full and bright making everything easy to see. Part of you is heart broken, not wanting him to leave.

His face is flushed from hard work, yet he stands in front of you as if it’s a normal day. You hesitate as you reach out for him, desperately wanting to beg him to stay. Yet you know how selfish it would be to ask.

“You look like you might be sick, want to sit down?” he asks, his voice filled with concern.

You don’t even say anything, just nodding. His touch is gentle as he sits down and pulls you into his lap. Even when you put all your weight into him, he doesn’t budge. You’ll miss moments like this.

“I’ll come back. I promise.” His voice is barely a whisper. “I’ll be the strongest man out there and I’ll take you away.”

You want to believe him. He sounds so earnest about it that you want to trust his words. It’s impossible though. You know that he’ll get caught up in things no matter how hard he tries, and you may never see him again.

“I can prove it to you.”

This time, his kisses are so soft as if he’s worried you’ll break under his touch. You don’t care, you just want to keep him here as long as possible.

You know what he means when he sets you down in the grass, hovering over you. He covers you in kisses, and with everyone tells you that he promises to come back.

By the time he officially sets sail, you miss him more than you ever thought possible.

—-

You don’t know how long you’ve been stuck in this dingy room. You don’t know how long it’s been since you saw land last. You can’t even remember how long it’s been since Ace set sail and left you all alone, with the promise of returning. All you can think about is how nice it would be to have him save you.

It’s been years since he set sail. Luffy has already started to make a name for himself, so you can’t imagine the stuff Ace has gotten into. You do know that’s he’s strong and is part of the Whitebeard Pirates.

Your head is pounding and the smell of smoke fills the air. Your captors have gotten into another battle. That’s just how the Grand Line and New World are you suppose. Part of you hopes they lose, at least maybe whoever is fighting them is nicer.

The battle seems to be over in minutes. These pirates have been severely outmatched in every battle lately, so it was only a matter of time. At least you’ll be free from the bastard who kidnapped you.

Footsteps run down the hallway. It doesn’t take long for the door to the room to be ripped open. You tuck your face into the wall, shielding your eyes from the sudden light.

“Hey! I’ve got someone here!” a voice shouts. “Seems like they had someone captive.”

Eventually your eyes adjust, and you squint at your rescuer. It’s a muscular woman of above average height, and she kneels next to you. After a quick check, she assumes you pose no threat and cuts you loose. Your shoulders scream at the change in position, but you’re so grateful.

As she hauls you to your unsteady feet, you watch as more people mill about in the hall. You know you’re just a dead weight, but whoever she is, she’s strong enough that it doesn’t matter. In fact, she practically dragging you up the stairs. You think you see someone familiar walk past, but your voice is too hoarse to call out.

“I’m gonna get her a bath and a meal, this one poses no threat.”

“Who?” you croak out. “You?”

She chuckles. “Who? You pose no threat little missy. Now if you want to know who I am, that doesn’t matter. You’ll meet the person in charge later.”

You barely register the fact that she’s already gotten you on board the ship she’s with. The two of you are already in a bathroom, and you realize you’re leaving dirt everywhere. Thankfully, you don’t have the energy to be ashamed as it’s all spent trying to stay awake.

The woman helps you strip, and gently lowers you into warm water. She goes to work on your hair first.

“If you can’t move, I’ll just bathe you. It’ll probably be easier that way.”

You just nod and close your eyes. This is the first time you’ve felt safe enough to relax a little. Before you know it, you’ve dozed off.

Once the woman wakes you, you’re clean, dry, and wearing clothes. You want to wave her away so you can get more sleep, but you can smell food being prepared.

She leads you up the stairs and out onto the deck. Everyone seems to be celebrating, so it’s a bit hard to hear her.

“Don’t mind them, they do this almost every night. Every day is a party with Fleet Commander-“

That’s when you see him, right as she tries to introduce you to him.

“Fire Fist Ace.”

You can feel her body shake with laughter. “Yep! You a fan or something?”

You just nod your head. Something is the better term.

Part of you wants to thank her for dropping you right next to Ace, but you aren’t sure if you’re ready for that.

All of your emotions come flooding out when he looks at you. You don’t make any noise, but the tears start flowing. He looks startled and awkwardly pats your back. You want to laugh at him, but instead start to cough. Someone shoves a cup of water into your hands and you slow start to calm down.

Ace hands you a plate of food, and you start to eat. It’s the first thing you’ve had in a few days, so you eat faster than you know you should. You don’t get to eat often, so you can’t help it. It only takes a few mouth fulls to realize your mistake.

By the time you reach the rail, you’re throwing up. Someone holds your hair back as you empty what little you’ve eaten. You’ll learn to pace yourself eventually.

As the party dies down, you find yourself dozing off on Ace. He’s already fast asleep on your shoulder. There’s a certain type of peace you feel being back with him.

—-

It’s been a few weeks since you’ve been freed, and you haven’t had the chance to talk to Ace. At some point he went off on something personal.

You’ve managed to gain some weight back and are able to keep medium sized meals down. This is probably the best you’ve felt in months.

“The Commander is back!”

You glance over your shoulder to look at Ace. He manages to catch your eye and looks stunned. You want to talk to him, but figure he’s probably busy.

This assumption proves to be wrong when he leans against the railing next to you.

“I went and saw Luffy. He’s doing well.”

You smile softly. “He was so excited to sail out, he almost capsized his boat. I’m glad you got to see him again.”

“I’m sorry.”

You turn and face him. You don’t think you’ve ever seen such a serious face on him before and for a moment, he seems distant.

“Don’t be. I’d much rather you be alive than die trying to see me. You’ve gotten so much stronger.”

You wish the serious air between the two of you would disappear.

“Yeah, well I broke my promise. What have you been doing? Before you were…” he pauses.

“My parents wanted me to get married. Never did though, I wasn’t into anyone.”

The breeze blows Ace’s hair in front of his eyes, and you brush it away. He looks so sad and you aren’t sure how to cheer him up.

“Why not? I’m sure your parents would’ve found someone who could’ve made you happy.”

You snort. “Oh yeah, I’m sure. Especially since I’ve already decided who I want to marry since I was like 7. Since he’s not on the list I’m sure I’ll be super happy.”

“Oh really?” Ace asks, tilting his head to the side.

You gently hold his face in your hands. “Ace, I have loved you for years. I would marry you on this ship if I could.”

Suddenly, he looks elated. In one fluid movement, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. It’s like you weigh nothing at all, and you’re too shocked to even protest as he marches his way to his quarters.

“Ace! What’s the meaning of this? I have my own room.”

Ace keeps smiling at you as he sets you gently on the bed. He doesn’t even do anything, just looks down on you with a goofy grin like you just told him the Marines labeled him as the strongest pirate.

“Well? What do you want?”

He leans in and kisses you. It leaves you breathless as he makes sure to kiss you like he’s wanted to for years. Your head spins with so many thoughts, but at least the answer is obvious. Ace wants you.

It doesn’t take long for him start tugging on the edge of your shirt, desperate for it to come off. You know he’s making sure to wait for you to agree, despite the fact that his kiss is filled with need. All it takes is a gentle nudge, and he pulls away just long enough for him to tear your shirt off.

You open your mouth to say something, but it’s lost as he goes back to kissing you. This time, he runs his tongue on your bottom lip, asking for entrance. Once you oblige, he deepens it.

One arm rests next to your head, supporting Ace’s weight. The other gentle traces your torso, squeezing your skin. His touch is so light, it makes you whine, but you doubt he hears it as he keeps up the soft touches. His hand trails down to your navel, and your breath hitches.

“I’m going to take my time with you,” he mumbles against your skin. “I’ve missed you so much.”

As he litters kisses down your neck, you let yourself get lost in the feeling. The feeling of his lips on your neck and his hand on your chest. At first you try to keep your noises to heavy breaths, but you can’t stop the moan that escapes when he sucks on your skin.

“Ace,” you whine. “Please?”

As much as you want to have a passionate time, you’re desperate for him. You’ve spent countless nights imagining him touching you again, and you can’t hold it back anymore.

“Please touch me, Ace. I need you.”

You watch as Ace’s little resolve crumbles, showing that he needs you just as bad. His hands make quick work of your pants and bra, leaving you almost nude. Instead of completing that task, he shoves his face in your thighs, leaving little bite marks all the way up to your underwear.

He can’t even be bothered with removing them, pulling them to the side to reveal how much you need him. You moan as he licks your cunt and squeeze your thighs against his head. This doesn’t deter him, as he keeps going.

You find yourself in ecstasy as Ace eats you out. The way his tongue makes little circles around your clit draws whines out of you. You’re so lost in the sensation that you fail to notice anything else. So much so, that it comes as a surprise when he starts to finger you as well.

He’s able to reach places that you never could causing you to see stars even though his pace is agonizingly slow. You can’t help but grind against his face. You’re so far gone that you can’t even feel pathetic, the only thing you can think about is feeling good.

“Stay still, baby. Can you do that?” Ace asks breathily, pulling away for air. “Please?”

You can’t even respond verbally, instead having to just dumbly nod your head. It doesn’t matter, Ace goes back to your cunt before you even register his question. You’re grateful that he rests his other arm across your hips to prevent you from moving, allowing you to not have to take your focus away from the pleasure.

He’s able to drag out another moan from you as he pushes a third finger in. Each pump is slow and steady, pulling out most of the way before pushing back in. Every time, the tips of his fingers manage to hit deep within.

The steady feeling of Ace’s touch starts to build something up in you. Your hand reaches down to pull Ace closer, tangling in his curls. As if he can sense your desperate need for release, he picks up the pace. His fingers push in and out at a quicker speed, curling deep inside to reach that spot that you never can.

Within mere moments, you feel the tension snap as you climax. Your back arches off the bed as you whimper and tug on Ace’s hair as you cum in a poor attempt to drag him even closer.

As you come down from euphoric feeling, you watch Ace with half lidded eyes. He stands and straightens, refusing to stop staring at you. He’s looking down at you with hungry eyes, licking his lips to savor every drop of you. You can’t bring yourself to move any part of your body due to the slight trembling that still courses through you.

He doesn’t break eye contact, even while he gets undressed. Hes in such a rush to get his shorts and boxers off that he almost trips trying to fling them away. Your body feels hot and on fire, his gaze only adding to that feelings.

As soon as he’s free, he climbs over you and gives you a soft smile. He’s quick to pepper your face with kisses.

“So good for me. Such a good girl,” he praises in between kisses. “So perfect.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, wanting him as close as possible. You’re slick with sweat, the air causing you to feel cold. Never have you been happier to have him close.

After a moment, he stop the gentle kisses and pulls back. You whine in protest, your hands falling from his back to his chest as he moves. You’re torn between want him to stay close and wanting him to fuck you.

“I know, baby, just one sec.”

Even though he’s slow and gentle, there’s still a slight pain as he enters you. You subconsciously dig your nails into his skin at the feeling of being full. Ace carefully leans over you, making sure not to move.

His hair falls in front of his face as he looks down at you. Even from this angle, he so pretty and you really just want to admire him.

“Ace,” you whimper. “Love you.”

For some reason, this makes him flustered and he looks away briefly.

“I love you too. Let me know if it hurts,” he says while placing a kiss to your temple.

It’s the same as before, slow and steady. The drag of his cock against your walls feels good, and you can’t stop the little noises you make when he pushes his cock all the way back in.

There’s an immense look of concentration of Ace’s face, but your brain has turned to mush so you aren’t sure why. The most you can do is pull him into an open-mouthed kiss letting your moans tumble into him.

You could spend a long time enjoying this feeling, the pain turning to euphoria as your body gets used to him. For years you’ve missed Ace, and couldn’t even bring yourself to be with another guy, yet here he is. It feels like a dream, and you don’t want it to end.

Ace stops kissing you, and starts to leave open mouthed kisses on your neck. You hear him praise you, tell you how much he loves you and how good you feel.

You gasp as he speeds up, thrusting into you with a speed you aren’t used to. Each thrust goes deeper and you let out whimper every time he goes all the way in. You lace your arms around his neck, doing your best to pull him even closer.

The moan that escapes you as he sucks on your neck almost makes you feel embarrassed. It doesn’t last long as you feel the tension building in you again. The stimulation of having your neck sucked on as you get pounded makes you feel so good.

“Ace,” you whine. “So close, I’m so close.”

One hand grips his back as the other buries itself in his hair. Each thrust brings you one step closer to the edge. All you can focus on is the feeling of Ace fucking you.

After a few more thrusts, you feel the release of your orgasm. You dig your fingernails into Ace’s skin, too lost to even realize what you’re doing. Ace doesn’t seem to realize either, as his hips stutter.

After a moment, Ace lets himself fall onto you and smash you into the bed. He doesn’t make any move to pull out of you, instead he’s panting into your ear. You don’t even try to move him, letting the glow of your orgasm leave your body.

“You okay?” you mumble. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Ace presses light kisses to your face and neck. You hum in contentment, gently scratching his back. You’re in no rush to untangle yourself from him, and it’s clear he feels the same.

“I’m okay, love,” he says with a kiss. “I’m more worried about you. Did it hurt? Was it-”

You squirm slightly, just enough to kiss his lips. Of course he’s worried about you. He was always worried about you, that hasn’t changed.

“I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me.”

With a pout, Ace pushes himself off of you. You hear him rummage around in the nightstand, looking for something. After a moment, he pulls out a scrap of fabric and begins to wipe you down. His touch is gentle, putting just enough pressure to clean saliva and sweat from your neck and chest, but not enough to hurt.

You let out a soft groan as he pulls out, your hips burning from the time spread. Ace gently kisses each and every mark left on your skin, from bite marks and hickeys to accidental bruises on your hips and thighs. You watch him through half-lidded eyes, trying to not fall asleep.

“There, all cleaned up.” He presses another kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be right back, I don’t know if you ate yet.”

He trips over the pile of clothes while trying to get off the bed. You want to beg him to stay, you know he would, but you know he wants to make sure you eat and have water before you go to bed. It’s not a bad idea, letting him feed you as you sit in bed, you’re just worried that he feels bad.

Ace is back faster than you expect, flicking on the lights as he enters the room again. His face is flushed, and when he turns around you can see the raised red lines that you left on his back. You’re just as flustered as he is, as you try to pull the blanket up to cover yourself. It doesn’t work out, it’s tucked into the side of the bed so you can’t get it up.

You glance back up at Ace to see him giving you the softest smile you’ve ever seen on his face. Normally it’s a bright and boyish smile that can rival the sun, but now it’s soft and filled with love.

“I missed you so much, there wasn’t a day that I didn’t think about you.”

You can’t keep looking at him, too embarrassed by his words to meet his eyes. “I missed you. Every single day I waited to see you or to get the paper just so I could have even a glimpse of you.”

Ace places the tray of food on the nightstand before cupping your face. His thumb wipes a tear away that you didn’t even know was there.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Every time he says sorry, he gives you a kiss somewhere on your face. “I’m sorry I put you through that. I love you more than I could ever tell you. Will you let me make it up to you?”

You nod and turn your head to give his palm a kiss. You’d go through hell just to have him in your life. He’s the first man you’ve ever loved, and the only man you’d ever love.

“Ace, I love you. I’ve loved you since we were kids, you idiot.” You can’t stop the tears now. “You’re the only man I want.”

Ace can’t stop giving you kisses as cry. His touch is soft and warm as he reassures you that he’s not going to leave you again.

You feel the exhaustion of the night catch up to you as your eyes flutter shut. Dozing off in Ace’s arms to the whispers of reassurance and love, you drift into dreams of a more peaceful life.

Ace is the first for a lot of things in your life, including your first love, and you know that no matter what happens, he’d be the only man you’d ever love.

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 9)

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notes: written while extremely tired

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 THESE BITCHES ACTUALLY WON!

i mean— Devils won 5-4 tonight against those island guys!

we got on the board by a goal made by my favorite ginger tea! and even more than he likes scoring, doug-doug likes to lay on the ice and gossip like a schoolgirl 🫶

uncle toffee got his very first goal as a devil tonight and i’m SO PROUD OF HIM! despite the fact that he’s actively in kahoots to steal my man (see: slide 9) (i’ve got my eye on you, toffoli 👁️👁️)

bestie number 2 pushed a man to defend babygirl, tonight— my heart is so filled with love ❤️

MY SMUSH GOT HIS FIRST GOAL OF THE SEASON!! LOOK AT HIM GO! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH, I WANNA SMUSH HIS CHEEKS AND KISS HIS FOREHEAD! he, however, did not appreciate my words of encouragement (see: slide 6). little spit-fire, you! don’t ever do that again 🫶

not pictured: timothy got his shit rocked… yet ended up with a roughing penalty?? i’m actively suing the refs FOR him. @tmeier96 i hope you appreciate me

AND FINALLY, THE MOMENT YOU ALL (me) HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR: MY MAN, MY BABYGIRL, MY LOVE, MY CAT-DAD, MY BEAUTIFUL MEME-SHARING, HOODIE-HOARDING, BLUSH-INDUCING BOYFRIEND, SCORED TWO (2) GOALS TONIGHT! INCLUDING THE OVERTIME, GAME-WINNING GOAL! THAT’S MY PERSONAL HAND HOLDER RIGHT THERE!

p.s. my heart is filled with hate, and for once, barzy the bald is not enemy #1. Ryan Pulock, however? count your days and say your hail mary’s bitch, cause you hurt my slut

tagged dougieham, tofff73, john.marino97, lhughes_06, and jackhughes

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lhughes_06 you already DID smush my cheeks and kiss my forehead…. in front of the entire team

y/ndevils00 AND I’LL DO IT AGAIN!! C’MERE!

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes GET YOUR GIRLFRIEND, SHE’S TRYING TO GET TO ME ON THE BUS

lhughes_06 was that 6th picture taken on a toaster?

y/ndevils00 listen, you brat, the islanders fans don’t like me because i threaten their bald man— i was working with where i was because they wouldn’t let me through, which meant taking an extremely zoomed in picture from across the rink

lhughes_06 maybe if you, idk, stopped threatening their players?!

y/ndevils00 i can’t do that.

user10 y/n and luke are so siblings already 😭

user72 dougie is so me

john.marino97 your heart can’t be filled with love and hate at the same time

y/ndevils00 don’t tell my heart what it can and cannot do?? stop policing my body, asshole

john.marino97 i wasn’t policing your body?! do what you want with your body!

y/ndevils00 thank you, i will!

john.marino97 so what are you gonna do with your body?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes

john.marino97 i expected too much from you

y/ndevils00 what DID you expect?

john.marino97 “spread love”

y/ndevils00 well i mean, i AM spreading love iykwim

john.marino97 delete your social medias

y/ndevils00 i can’t, it’s my job 🤷‍♀️

barzal97 you know i’m not BALD right? it’s just a buzzcut

y/ndevils00 YOU’RE BALD! YOU’RE BALD AND YOU’RE TORTURING PEOPLE WHO HAVE HAIR

barzal97 okay, i tried

y/ndevils00 👨🏻‍🦲 <- you

barzal97 @/jackhughes your girl is a little messed up, but i think i like her

jackhughes step off, barzal! that’s MY messed up feral raccoon

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said about me 🥹

user94 toffoli has kissed jack before nico has kissed jack… nico is fuming

user08 i’m gonna frame the 5th picture and put it on my wall oh my god

jackhughes why the 7th picture?

y/ndevils00 you look like how i imagine a toddler playing soccer… like you just stopped in the middle of the game to chase a butterfly

jackhughes i-

jackhughes i got something off of my visor, BEFORE A FACEOFF

y/ndevils00 DON’T YELL AT ME! I’M SENSITIVE!

jackhughes i’m sorry, i love you to pluto

y/ndevils00 because….

jackhughes because pluto IS a planet

tofff73 i promise, i’m not trying to take your man

y/ndevils00 well why not?! he’s a catch!

tofff73 i’m a bit confused here

dawson1417 she’s always confusing. you learn to live with it

dougieham i DO like laying on the ice!

y/ndevils00 i can’t blame you! that’s what i do too!

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 that’s cause you have no other choice. you can’t skate

tmeier96 i appreciate you, i love you, please do not sue the refs

y/ndevils00 you just said two nice things and then proved them untrue

dawson1417 i’ll do better next game, i promise! i’ll earn a feature!

y/ndevils00 you did great, bestie! don’t listen to ruff-ruff, you deserve top-line, babycakes!

dawson1417 no “do better”?

y/ndevils00 never “do better” for you!

dawson1417 but like 3 weeks ago…

y/ndevils00 i have no recollection— short term memory loss— hi, my names dory!

dawson1417 you’re a special little nutcase

y/ndevils00 thank you 🥰

nicohischier i have a name?

y/ndevils00 yes!

nicohischier so you KNOW i have a name…

y/ndevils00 indeed!

nicohischier so why don’t you USE IT?!

y/ndevils00 okay i think YOU don’t know your name

nicohischier my name isn’t slut

y/ndevils00 that is your given name and you will like it!

nicohischier i don’t wanna like it!

y/ndevils00 tough luck, slut

[tswhiisftteedr]

Hey there, I hope your having a nice night or day, I saw that you wrote nsfw and was wondering if I could request something for chenya wit a female s/o who has a hard time gaing any weight, and a very skinny and tend to become insecure due to it.. and chenya "cheers" them up 👀

(I have this problem ☹ and would like to feel a bit better w some indulgence you know 🤷‍♀️)

Sweet-scented pigeon wing ☆ Headcanon + Drabble

☆RSA Student!Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker(Che’nya) x Skinny!Fem!Yuu!Reader :

Feeling insecure and self loathing sucks, but luckily for you, your act beastmen boyfriend Che’nya is here for you. And he’s going to ‘cheer you up to the best of his abilities!’

Warnings: Mature content, Che’nya is aged up to 18+ and NCR is an actually college, fingering, begging, not anything graphic(violence) reader is just insecure. Not proofread.

Note: Hi thanks for requesting, I’m sorry if this wasn’t what you were looking for, I’ve never written comfort for subject like body image, especially people who are ‘skinny’ as I’m more on the chubby side my self. (Working on it girly pops, I’m about to become a slim thick queen and you won’t see it coming, hdhhdjd lol) So if this isn’t to your taste I’m sorry, but I real hope it is!! Also some crack halfway through the smut, I guess it was to make it more cheerful and comforting, though idk if it’s good \:<

Before you two started dating, Che’nya had picked up on the fact that you were insecure in your appearance. Mostly wearing oversized clothes to hide your figure, and how you would panic whenever he hugged you out of nowhere, tensing as he fully embrace you in his warmth.

Back then, he used to think that the issues you had with your physic were temporarily, or mood related. ‘We all have those times we’re we feel low and unsure of oneself, right?’

Well to his somewhat ‘displeasure’ he was wrong. It’s not like he was mad at you for not liking everything about yourself, but more that it made him sad that you didn’t see ‘you’ the way he did.

Sure he understood the fact that being at risk of developing health issues like osteoporosis, higher chances for hypothermia and lower immunity system, just because of your weight, could make you insecure. And he also knew you did your best despite your struggle in weight gain.

The way he sees things, you can’t do much but you’re still already doing your max. So since you’re doing your best already, you shouldn’t worry to much about it.

He doesn’t expect you to change your opinion towards your body from one day to the other, even when you got together, he still saw the hesitation behind your eyes whenever he would compliment your looks.

But he did feel proud of the way your gaze slowly shifted through time, how you would look less ‘untrusting’ of his words after each time he would call you beautiful, cute, lovely, hot, ‘sexy mama~’, etc. The way you would wear clothes that were a bit more your size after each interaction, the way you felt more comfortable when he touch and caress you.

He knew your self doubts were still present, though he also knew that they were less dominant in your mind. As if every time he would hold your hand, hug you, kiss you, make out with you, those thoughts would be push further and further away.

Of course there were the days where those thoughts would resurface, hitting you with a wave of sadness and self loathing. Maybe someone had said something about your looks, maybe you weren’t so sure about you were wearing halfway through the day, or maybe it just one of those off day. The ones where you felt like shit no matter what you did, from the moment you awake, to the one you would fall asleep.

In cases like this, your lovely cat boy of a boyfriend would help by bringing your moral up, in his own very special way~

☆ more under the cut. ☆

You and Che'nya were hanging out in Heartslabyul’s rose maze, he had snuck once more to spend sometime with you. The both of you were laying down on the grass, staring at the clouds. When he turned to sneak a glance at your oh so beautiful face, he noticed a look of somewhat unease and despair on your face, so he decided to do something about it.

He knew what that faced meant, so he scouted closer to you slowly, his movement almost silent due to the soft grass under his body. His hands reached out suddenly, wrapping around your waist gently yet firmly before he lifted both you and himself off the ground effortlessly.

Now with you in his arms, without warning, he carried you towards the magic mirror in the dorm.

You soon found yourself back at your dorm, the ramshackle.

Once inside, he placed you down on the bed, keeping hold of one arm over your head while using his free hand to undo your buttons and zippers without hesitation.

Within moments, he had ripped your clothes apart revealing your naked body in all its glory. The sight of your figure and softness sent waves of desire coursing through him.

"You know, its pretty inconvenient for me not knowing when you’ll be down in a slump." He told you in a cheeky manner, obviously not serious. You can always count on Che’nya to tease in any given situation. “But it’s not all so bad, after all, when your like this I get to play with you.” he murmured against your neck, nipping lightly at your sensitive skin. “Though I would prefer it if it just some random fun, not me having to fuck into you just how perfect you are.” He told you with a rather serious tone, different from his usual one. Thought the softness behind his eyes told you, he wasn’t blaming or reprimanding you. He just wish you could see what he saw when he would gaze at you. But before you could think on that for too long-

"Now, lie back and enjoy yourself." Che’nya spoke out in his usual oh so casual tone.

With that said, he pushed your legs apart wider than they wanted to go and started playing with your ‘sweet-scented pigeon wing’ as he would call it.

Wait- the hell?! “Sweet-scented pigeon wing”, where does that even come from, like what the actual f- oh, right, you remember now.

Sweet-scented pigeon wing from potionology, it’s also known as Clitoria fragrans hence their vaginal shape. What a fucking bastard that he is for calling your coochie that!

Well at least if you had any doubts about sex, your mind was now well off them. But before your mental insulting and name calling of your boyfriend could continue anymore, it was abruptly cut short, by the one you were previously cursing out.

As Che'nya touched your sensitive areas, you could feel a mix of pleasure and shock coursing through your body. His cold hands contrasted with the warmth that was beginning to spread between your legs. He teased you mercilessly, rubbing circles around your clit before dipping his fingers inside of you. Every move sent waves of ecstasy throughout your entire being, making it hard for you to resist him.

In response to his actions, you arched your back involuntarily, moaning softly as he continued to torment you. "Che’nya stop... please..." You begged, but there was no real resistance in your voice. Instead, it sounded more like pleading for more.

"Feeling good, aren't you?" he purred, nibbling on your earlobe playfully. "You know you want this." With that, he pushed two fingers deep inside of you, stretching you wider than ever before. The sudden invasion caused another loud moan to escape your lips, followed by a whimper as he began to thrust them in and out of you rhythmically.

Che'nya chuckled at your moans and whimpers, loving the power he had over you. He increased the pace of his thrusts, going faster and harder until you were on the brink of orgasm. Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, he pulled out suddenly, leaving you panting and yearning for more.

"Not yet," he purred teasingly. "I want you begging for it, and obviously you got to explain why you deserve it, also you being attractive must be one of those reasons, ‘Kay!” With that cryptic remark, he stepped back slightly, exposing his erect member to your eager eyes. It was throbbing with anticipation.

You couldn't help but stare at his thick, throbbing dick, your eyes widening in a mixture of fear and desire. "W-What do you want me to say? T-That I... need this?" Your voice cracked slightly as he stepped closer again, pushing his cockhead against your entrance.

"Good girl," he praised, before sliding the head inside of you slowly. "Now tell me why else you deserve it." His pace remained slow, allowing you to adjust to his size while teasing both of them.

You bit your lower lip nervously, trying to gather your thoughts. "I... umm... I guess because... uh... well... it feels so good when you touch me like this... And that I’ve been good ..” You managed to stutter out between pants.

"And?"

"And, I suppose... that I'm somewhat pretty." You reply.

"You 'suppose' that you're 'somewhat pretty'? Hmm, I don't think that's going to cut it. You need to be confident about that sort of thing, especially if you want me to start pounding my dick into you." He tells you, giggling.

You blush bright red, feeling both embarrassed and aroused by his words. "I... I-I mean..." Stuttering again, you gather your courage and look him straight in the eyes. "I'm beautiful, okay? Okay?"

His grin widened as he heard these words leave your lips. "That's more suitable," he praised. He increased his pace little by little, gradually thrusting deeper inside of you. Each powerful stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making it difficult for you to maintain composure.

"You smell so damn good," Che'nya groaned, burying his face in your neck and sucking on your tender skin. His hands moved downwards, once more, grabbing your legs firmly and spreading them wider apart, exposing your wet and needy pussy to his hungry gaze. "Yes, you are perfect, there’s no other way to think about it."

You blushed deeply at his words, feeling both embarrassed and aroused. "I... I mean, I—!"

Before you could finish your sentence, he thrust himself fully inside of you without warning, stretching your tight hole to accommodate him completely. A cry of pleasure mixed with pain escaped from your lips as he began to move steadily, claiming you body inch by slow but powerful inch. Each time he pulled out slightly, only to push back in deeper than before, hitting your G-spot just right, sending waves of intense ecstasy coursing through your entire being.

"That's better," he praised between heavy breaths. "You sound so much better when you aren’t worrying about how you look, but instead of how deep I’m fucking you." He said that last part with a snicker.

You moaned in pure ecstasy as he continued to thrust into you, his thick member stretching and filling up every inch of your tight passage. The combination of pleasure and pain was almost too much for you to handle, but somehow, you wanted more.

"Oh god, Che'nya," you cried out, arching your back towards him. "I want... more..." Your words came out breathless and desperate.

He picked up the pace even faster, pounding into you relentlessly. Each powerful thrust caused a loud slapping sound against your sensitive flesh, adding an erotic rhythm to their passionate dance. His hands gripped tightly onto your legs, leaving marks on your skin as evidence of their intensity.

"That's it, baby," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. "Take all of me." Owing to his size, each deep penetration felt like hitting a new level of pleasure that left you begging for more.

Feeling his orgasm building up inside of him, Che'nya slowed down slightly, savoring every moan and whimper that escaped from your lips. "I can feel how close you are too," he panted between breaths.

"C-Come with me..." his voice cracked as he spoke those words, urging you to reach climax alongside him.

The feeling intensified beyond anything you could have imagined, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. And then, just when you thought it couldn't get better, another powerful thrust sent waves of pure bliss coursing through your body, sending you over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm unlike anything you had ever experienced before. Your entire being shook with intense pleasure as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over you, leaving you completely lost in the moment.

As for Che'nya, he held on tightly, his own release drawing near. With one final, forceful thrust, he let out a primal growl, burying himself deep within you to the hilt. Quickly pulling out, his hot seed spurted forth, painting your stomach and chest with thick, sticky cum. He stayed there for a moment, observing his work. “See, your such a lovely thing.” Was all he said while looking at your fucked out face and and cum cover body.

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I’m still working on requests but I had this idea for a Ghost Yoongi fic and since it’s getting close to Halloween I thought it was a good time to work on it.

This is probably the longest piece I’ve ever written at about 10,500 words and it’s the first time something I worked on actually made be tear up as I was writing it.

I hope you like it as much as I do!

One Last Dance

Summary: After moving into your new house you’re informed about a potential haunting. However, what you find is not the demonic ghost everyone claims to know.

Warning: Swearing, Mentions Death/Murder. Angst, Fluff, Crack

“Alright guys, we’re here!”, your dad said pulling up to what is to be your new family home. When he announced to you and your mom that he had been promoted you were ecstatic and so proud of him. Then you found out that this promotion required him to move to the other side of the country which also meant you were leaving behind your friends and your school and everything you’ve known for your whole life. You were still proud of your dad but you had to admit that you weren’t quite as excited as before.

Getting out of the car you walked over to stand next to your mom who was admiring the house while your dad went to have a chat with the movers who had just pulled up behind you. “I think it’s beautiful Y/N. We can plant a few rose bushes over there and maybe once we get settled we can paint the shutters. It’ll be a nice home.”, she happily said while making mental notes of everything that needed done. “Oh I think that’s the window to your room. Your dad thought you’d like to have the whole third floor all to yourself. He said you can even paint it whatever color you’d like.”, she said pointing up towards the sky.

A whole floor to yourself would be nice. It was much more space than the little bedroom you had in the tiny apartment you guys were previously living in. You also weren’t allowed to paint or hang anything on the walls due to your dads fear of not getting his security deposit back so being able to express yourself sounded interesting.

Looking up at the third floor window you felt your mouth go dry and your heart rate increase. You squinted trying to get past the rays of the sun to see better. “Ready to go inside honey?”, your mom asked. You nodded,” Yeah umm is the house empty already?”, you asked before grabbing a few bags out of the trunk. “Yeah, according to the relator it’s been empty for about three years. Why do you ask?” Looking back at the window the figure you swore you saw staring down at you moments ago was no longer there. Must’ve been a shadow you thought. “No reason. Just asking.”

Once inside you were pleasantly surprised. For a house that had been empty for the last three years it was surprisingly well kept. There wasn’t any dust and the air smelled clean, almost like the windows had been regularly opened to let fresh air in. It took a few hours but the movers finally got everything moved into the house. Unfortunately their job was only to bring the stuff off the truck and put it in the house. They didn’t organize anything and they definitely didn’t take any of your stuff up to the third floor which meant it was all up to you. Thankfully your cousins Jimin and Taehyung were there to help. Taehyung made the trip with you guys after your dad offered to pay him for his time and then even pay for his flight back home and your cousin Jimin only lived 15 minutes away so he made the drive over.

“Jesus Y/N, how many boxes of clothes do you need?”, Jimin asked dropping the third box down on the floor of your room. You chuckled, “It’s not that bad. Stop being a baby.” “Where do you want this stuff?”, Taehyhung asked walking in the room. You looked at the writing on the box ‘Y/N’s music recording stuff’ and said, “Umm just put it in that corner over there.”

After a few more trips everything that was labeled with your name was placed in your room. “Want us to help unpack?”, Jimin asked taking a sip of a water bottle. You shook your head, “No I’ve got this. It’ll take awhile to go through everything.” At that time you heard your dad shouting for the three of you to come to the kitchen because the pizza arrived. Your two cousins were sprinting down the stairs before you could even speak so you turned off the light before shutting the door behind you.

After dinner you said goodbye to Taehyung and your dad drove him to the airport while Jimin hung out a little longer. “I can’t believe your parents actually bought this house. Must be pretty brave.”, he said. You furrowed your brows, “Why do you say that? It seems like an okay house. I mean our entire apartment could fit in the living room of this place.” Jimin smiled, “I guess you didn’t do your research on this house before moving in.” You asked, “Is there a point to you telling me this?” “Well yeah, this house is haunted.” Rolling your eyes you chuckled at his ridiculousness. He continued anyways, “Years ago a family lived here. The Min’s. They died in the house and it’s been haunted by their son ever since. That’s why no one has bought the house all this time.” Jimin had always tried to scare you ever since you were little. He knew you were kind of gullible and for some reason he got joy in getting under your skin but you weren’t going to fall for it this time. You sighed at his half hearted attempt, “Seriously Jimin fuck off. I’m not falling for that crap. You’re just trying to scare me. Besides the relator is legally obligated to tell us of any deaths in this house and plus if the whole family died here why would it only be haunted by the son?”

Jimin laughed at your response, “In this state the relator is only legally required to say anything about a death in the house for two years after it happens. We’re already past that. And the rumor is the parents made peace with what happened and they were able to move on. Their son not so much.” Now you were laughing at his crazy story but Jimin didn’t laugh with you like you expected. “Seriously Y/N think about it. A giant gorgeous house like this in a really good neighborhood being sold for significantly under its market value and no one actually makes an offer on it in almost three years. Seems a little fishy to me?”, he says. Biting your lip you try your best to not let him know you’re starting to question it. Then you think back to when you first got there and you swore you saw someone standing in your window. Playfully you punch his shoulder, “Get lost Jimin. Don’t you have somehwere to be?” He laughs before standing up and heading towards the door, “You’re right I should get going. But think about it Y/N. Don’t let them drag you down in the basement. You remember what happened in that one movie don’t you?”

Now you were slightly annoyed but you would never let him know that. You walked him to the front door where your parents came to say goodbye and told him to stop by any time. “Oh we’ll see about that.”, he said while looking at you with a smirk and heading out to his car. You wished your parents goodnight before heading up to the third floor. Once in your room you began unboxing some stuff wanting to get a big chunk of it done tonight. You moved some of your clothes to the closet and that’s when you noticed something odd. One of the boxes that had your music equipment in it had been opened and some of the contents were taken out of the bubble wrap. You thought it was strange because you remembered specifically making sure those boxes were taped very well and that everything inside was wrapped up tightly so nothing got damaged. You shrugged it off thinking that the box probably came apart when Taehyung dropped it down on the floor and got back to unloading your clothes.

Finally after getting the last box emptied you laid on your bed exhausted. You started to think that maybe Jimin was right and you had way too many clothes so you made a mental note to go through them and get a donation pile going. Speaking of Jimin his little story was starting to get to you. What if he wasn’t making up a complete bullshit story to scare you? What if the house was haunted? You shook the thought out of your head and got under the covers feeling a slight chill. With the warmth of your bed it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep only waking in the morning when you heard your mom knocking on your door.

“Y/N, your dad and I are gonna go up to the hardware store to get a few things. Did you want to come along?”, she asked. Not even fully coherent yet you mumbled something and your mom knew that meant no so she smiled, “Okay well I made breakfast. I left a plate for you in the kitchen.”, and off she went. After you finally woke up enough to not be a zombie you changed into some new clothes and made your way downstairs to look for the breakfast she had left.

As you were half way down the stairs you heard a loud bang coming from the kitchen. Quickening your step you ran into the kitchen and found the coffee pot on the floor with spilled coffee all around. You figured your dad must’ve left it sitting on the edge of the counter and it simply tipped over. He was always forgetful like that. After cleaning up the mess you poured yourself a cup of orange juice and sat down to eat some of the sausage and eggs when you felt your phone vibrate next to you. Checking the screen you saw a text from Jimin,

Chimchim: How was last night? Any ghostly activity?”

You: Don’t you have better things to do?

Chimchim: Maybe you should have Ghostbusters on speed dial ;)

Rolling your eyes you placed your phone back in your pocket before cleaning up after yourself. To be honest you had forgotten all about his little ghost story and you intended to keep it that way. Once back upstairs you started unpacking more of your belongings. You unpacked your laptop and that’s when curiosity got the best of you and you thought maybe doing a quick internet search about your house and it’s past might not be so bad. After the computer finally powered up and connected to the internet you pulled up a search bar and began typing ‘1613 Cherry Lane Min Family’. Before you could hit search the computer completely freaked out and shut all the way down. You tried hitting the power button and plugging in the charger but nothing was working. It was dead and you were pissed. “Stupid computer. You’re less than 6 months old.”, you said slamming it closed.

At that time your parents came home so you went downstairs to greet them and tell them the bad news about your laptop. The rest of the day was spent unpacking as much of your stuff as you could. You wanted to get it done so that it was one less thing to stress about, especially since you were starting at your new school in the morning.

Thankfully your night was uneventful and you managed to get as much sleep as your nerves would allow. You ate a quick breakfast before saying goodbye to your parents and headed out the door. Jimin was waiting for you in his car. Luckily he went to the same school that you’d be attending and agreed to drive you to and from.

You were walking through the hallways standing close to Jimin when you heard a group of guys calling his name and you saw four guys running up to you both. Jimin smiled, “Y/N these are my friends, Namjoon, Jin, Hoseok, and Jungkook. Guys this is my cousin Y/N. She just moved here. Be nice.” The boys all smiled and then Jungkook caught your attention with how wide his eyes got. “You’re the one that moved into the Cherry Lane house aren’t you? Is it really haunted?”, he asked. Jin continued, “Yeah I heard it’s haunted by the son Yoongi. I heard he’s really mean and scares off anyone that comes in the house.” Namjoon shook his head, “He wouldn’t. I was friends with Yoongi. He was really quiet and shy but very nice. It’s a shame what happened to him.”

Before you could question them the bell rang signaling that it was time to get to your first period. Thankfully the classroom wasn’t too far away because you couldn’t shake the conversation you had from your head. So there really was a Min family and maybe Jimin’s story wasn’t complete BS after all but you still didn’t believe in ghosts.

During your lunch period you couldn’t take it any more and went to the schools library so you could have access to a computer. Not having a lot of time you quickly got down to business and began searching ‘1613 Cherry Lane Min Family’ and luckily this time the computer didn’t short out. Clicking on the first article you came to you gasped when you began reading,

“On Thursday November 14th at approximately 9:35pm police were dispatched to the house at 1613 Cherry Lane after concerned neighbors reported hearing lots of shouting and a possible gunshot. When police arrived they found the back door had been kicked in and various items through the house destroyed and/or missing. The bodies of the Min family were located upstairs. It appears to have been a robbery gone wrong. Anyone with any information is requested to please contact the police department as soon as possible.”

With shaking hands you backed out of that article and clicked on the next. It basically said the same thing as the first but this time there was a picture of the family. Your eyes were trained on the son who from the caption you figured must be Yoongi. Based on his age at the time of the article he would be about your age now. He was strikingly handsome with a big gummy smile and the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen.

Before you could dig any deeper the bell rang signaling it was time for your next class so you shut down the computer and made your way to your biology class. Not only did you hate science to begin with but now you were focused on the newly obtained information about your house. Just because someone died in the house doesn’t mean it’s haunted. Right?

You were glad you only had one more class left and that was a study hall. It gave you time to get caught up on homework and stuff but also more time to think. When you walked into the room you heard someone shout your name and you looked over and saw Namjoon and Jungkook sitting together. Happily you made your way over and took a seat next to them. “Liking your first day here Y/N?,” Namjoon asked. You nodded, “Yeah everyone’s really nice.” The teacher took attendance and then let everyone get to work. “So Y/N, any idea what college you plan to go to next year?”, Namjoon asked. Shaking your head, “Not yet. I’ve still got so much to figure out. This move really messed up my plans.” Jungkook looked over, “Oh yeah so Y/N, anything interesting happen in that house?” Namjoon cleared his throat trying to distract from the question but you spoke, “It’s okay Namjoon. There were a couple weird things but they all have logical explanations so not really I guess. Are the stories about the house really that bad?”

Jungkook looked like a kid in a candy store. You could tell he’s been waiting to talk to you about it all day. “There’s a rumor that someone moved in and only last three hours before they got too scared and left. Said there was a demonic ghost that tormented them.”, he huffed. “Well nothing has been tormenting us and we’ve been there for a few days already.”, you replied. A girl in the seat behind you leaned in and joined the conversation, “Oh are you guys talking about the Cherry Lane house? I heard from my sister’s boyfriend that he broke in one time to try and see if the rumors were true and let’s just say he was never quite the same after that. He won’t talk about it but he refuses to even drive down Cherry Lane. He makes my sister drive ten minutes out of the way to take him home.” Another girl chimed in, “Yeah I heard Yoongi is a real jerk. He doesn’t want anyone living in that house so he scares everyone away. Something about not wanting people to forget what happened to him and his family or something like that.”

Your last period went by pretty quick, especially with all the gossip about your house. Jimin gave you a ride home and you thanked him before making your way back in the house. Your dad was at work and your mom had started her new job as a nurse at the local hospital so you were home alone for the next few hours. Happy to have peace you decided to try and clean up your room a little. Admittedly you were messy and had just left clothes thrown about and your plate from breakfast was still on your dresser. But when you opened your door you were shocked to see a clean and organized room. The clothes that had been thrown around the room were now neatly folded on your bed and there were no dishes to be seen. That’s odd you thought but figured your mom probably cleaned up before she left so you mentally prepared yourself for a lecture when she got home later about cleaning up after yourself.

The next few days went by as normal. Nothing odd happened and you were getting the hang of your classes. But each day you found yourself thinking about Yoongi. Wondering if he really is haunting your house. Wondering if you were going crazy for even thinking about that. When Friday came around and you made it to you last period study hall you took your usual seat next to Namjoon thankful that Jungkook appeared to be absent today. “Hi Y/N, ready for the weekend?”, he asked. Smiling you replied, “Of course!” The teacher took attendance and then like usual let everyone get started on their tasks. You kept looking over at Namjoon before finally working up the courage to ask, “Hey Joon, you said that you used to be friends with Yoongi right? I’m just wondering what he was like.” He bit his lip trying to make sure he thought out a proper response, “Well like I said he was pretty shy and quiet. He didn’t have a ton of friends. He was a little cocky but still thoughtful and caring. He was a caffeine addict, always had a cup of coffee. He was a clean freak too. He was constantly cleaning and organizing. That’s why he hated coming over to my house because my room is such a disaster.” He let out a small chuckle before continuing, “Yoongi was a huge basketball fan. He was always playing or watching it. He also really loved music. He wanted to be a music producer one day. He was pretty talented too. It sucks he never got to achieve that dream.”

“Wow yeah that is terrible.”, was all you could get out somewhat regretting that you asked. On the drive home you kept repeating Namjoon’s words in your head. Then it hit you. The box with your music recording equipment was opened, the coffee pot on the ground with spilled coffee everywhere, your room being cleaned and organized after you left it a mess. You felt like you were suffocating and quickly rolled down the passenger window trying to get some air. “Whoa Y/N are you okay? You don’t look so good.”, Jimin asked. Shaking your head was all you could do so Jimin sped up a little wanting to get you home before you vomited all over the interior of his car.

After you got into your house you were suddenly creeped out by the quietness. Was Yoongi really haunting this house? No, ghosts aren’t real. But how do you explain everything that happened? You felt another panic attack coming on so you were trying to run to the kitchen to get a glass of water but tripped over your untied shoe lace falling forward and hitting your head on the cabinet in front of you.

When you woke up an hour later you were in your bed with an ice pack bandaged to your head and a raging headache. Remembering how you tripped and fell you figured your parents must’ve come home and found you and put you in bed and not wanting to worry them you walked downstairs to let them know you were okay. But you were met with complete silence. No tv on, no dinner cooking. That’s odd. Then you heard your phone ding and saw a text from your father,

Dad-a-roo: Sorry Y/N, I’m gonna be staying late tonight. Go ahead and order yourself some food.

Okay that’s weird but maybe your mom came home and then left for some reason. Then you saw the text from her from a few hours ago,

Mommy Dearest: Y/N sweetie I’m absolutely swamped here so I picked up an extra shift and won’t be home until late at night. There’s some left overs in the fridge or order yourself something good. Don’t watch the next episode of our show without me!

Alright so neither of your parents came home so they weren’t the ones that put you in your bed. You stood there racking your brain and then it hit you, Jimin! Quickly you typed up a text message to send to him,

You: Hey Chim, thank you for helping me get into my bed. I must’ve been really sick to pass out like that. But why didn’t you stay to comfort me?:(

Chimchim: Umm Y/N, it’s only 6:00pm. Maybe lay off the drinking for a while. I haven’t been at your house since I dropped you off and I didn’t even go inside.

Immediately you felt like you were going to pass out again. So no logical explications can explain how you ended up in your bed and the more you thought about it the more your head began to spin and then the room went dark.

You woke up once again in bed, this time you looked over and saw someone sitting in the corner of your room. Panic set in. Should you pretend to be asleep? Should you scream for help? What kind of a person breaks into a house and helps you get in bed?

Before you could decided what to do the person looked up and set down the magazine he was reading, “Do you normally pass out a lot? Because if you do I’d appreciate it if you’d do it on the third floor so I don’t have to carry you up all those stairs.” You wanted to scream but no sound came out. This must be a dream. Yes, this is definitely a dream you thought. You looked back over at the man in the corner and you noticed how breathtakingly beautiful he was. He continued to stare back at you while you stared at him. “Umm a thank you would be nice.”, he said with an attitude. “Who are you?”, was all you could manage to whisper. He smirked, “You and I both know that you know that answer. My name is Yoongi. Min Yoongi.”

Laughing to yourself you quipped, “Okay now I know I’m definitely dreaming. That’s the last time I eat pepperoni pizza that close to bedtime. Every time it gives me nightmares.” Yoongi walked over to you and sat on the bed, “It’s not a nightmare and this is real.” He grabbed your hand, you could feel him. His hand was ice cold but you could still hold him. You felt like you got smacked in the face and you began to scream, kicking at the blankets trying to get them off of you so you could get away. “Shhh shh Y/N, do you want to wake up the whole neighborhood? I’m not going to hurt you.”, he whispered. “Really how do I know that? From what I’ve been told you’re pretty awful.”, you asked. He lightly chuckled to himself, “Y/N, if I was planning on hurting you would I have carried up to bed and tucked you in, twice might I add? But I’m glad I have such a reputation.” Trying to process everything you stared at the person in front of you. “So you’re really Yoongi? And you’re a ghost?”, you asked. He smiled, “Yep all of the above.”

“So were you the one that opened up my music equipment and spilled the coffee and cleaned my room?”, you asked. Yoongi nodded, “Yeah sorry about your equipment. I got excited when I saw it. And that morning I heard you coming down the stairs and was nervous you’d see me so I panicked and missed the counter when putting the coffee pot back. And you are so messy. I don’t know how you live like that so I had to clean up after you.” Curious you asked, “So if you can hide yourself from people why didn’t you just do it that morning instead of panicking and dropping the coffee pot?” He shrugged his shoulders, “Honestly sometimes I just forget.” You chuckled a little at his honesty but then remembered that you were talking to an actual ghost. “So you really don’t want to hurt me? Why have I heard so many stories about you chasing people out of here?”, you asked unsure if you wanted to really know the answer.

Yoongi sighed, “Usually I scare people out of here because they just want to be here because of the history. They’re always into ghost stories or trying to conjure up spirits or some shit like that and I find it disrespectful so if they come here looking for ghosts I make sure to give them what they want. But you and your family don’t seem to be like that so I didn’t feel like I had to chase you away. At least not yet. So no I’m not here to hurt you.”

You nod taking it all in. You weren’t really sure what to say next. “Umm I’m sorry about what happened to you and your family.”, you said immediately cringing. “Since you wanted to be a music producer I could show you my equipment.”, you said trying to change the subject. Yoongi looked over at you through slanted eyes, “How do you know so much about me?”

You giggled, “Well I googled some things but I go to school with one of your old friends Namjoon. He told me a lot about you.” The name of his old friend brought a smile to Yoongi’s face, “Oh Namjoon. How is he doing? I’m surprised he hasn’t done something to get himself killed. He was always so unbelievably clumsy.” You laughed, “Yeah he still is. He’s really good. He was just voted class president.” Yoongi nodded along, “Have you met someone named Hoseok? How is he doing?” You nodded and told him all the updates you could think of. The two of you talked for a while but the whole time you couldn’t help but feel like you were going to wake up any minute and realize this was all just a dream.

At some point you fell asleep because you woke up the next day tucked in bed and still with a major headache. You scanned the room and noticed you were alone. “Of course. It was all a dream. Just like you thought.”, you said out loud. “How many times do I have to tell you it wasn’t a dream?”, a deep voice said from behind you causing you to jump and spin around coming face to face with Yoongi. “Okay not a dream. I’m really talking to a ghost right now. Maybe I’m just loosing my mind.”, you said getting a smirk from him. Hearing your mom call you down for breakfast you grabbed some clothes and we’re about get changed when you suddenly peaked around but didn’t see Yoongi anywhere. Still unsure you grabbed your clothes and went to the bathroom to get changed. When you got back to your room you saw Yoongi sitting in the chair laughing, “You know if I really wanted to see you naked I could just walk into the bathroom with you right?” You cringed at the thought as he continued, “But don’t worry. I’m not a dirtbag like that. I respect you and always make sure I disappear and go elsewhere when you get undressed.” “Unless you want me here”., he said raising his eyebrows. “No thanks.”, you replied rolling your eyes. Hearing your mom call you again you began making your way to the door before turning around, “So umm you’re my first ghost roommate. Do you want me to bring you some food or do you even eat? Maybe a cup of coffee?” Yoongi smiled at your thoughtfulness, “No thank you. I’m alright for now.” Quickly you turned and ran downstairs before your mother had to call you a third time.

After breakfast you made your way back upstairs but not before grabbing a mug of coffee to bring with you. Even though he said he wasn’t going to hurt you, you still wanted him on your good side. But the room was empty. Setting the mug on the table you said, “I know you said you didn’t want anything but I brought you a cup of coffee.” Honestly you felt silly just talking to an empty room but you started to feel a presence and turning around you saw Yoongi standing in the corner. You chuckled, “Okay how about not acting creepy like that? You can just hang out here. You don’t have to keep disappearing and reappearing.” He began to smirk but you shut him down fast, “Except for when I’m changing.” “Thank you for the coffee.”, he mumbled while taking the cup from you. Awkwardly you stood there staring at each other until you broke the silence, “So did you have any plans today?” He chuckled, “Well I’m a ghost so probably just ghost things ya know.” Internally groaning at your awkwardness you replied,”Right makes sense.”

Thankfully Yoongi was a little more charismatic as he sat down in front of your music equipment turning to look at you, “How do you use this stuff? I never really had the opportunity to get this involved in it.” You spent the next few hours giving him a crash course on music production and he told you how he had dreams of being a music producer but his parents severely disapproved so he had no support and wasn’t able to spend much time on it so what little time he did have he spent secretly writing lyrics. He had just gotten a part time job at a local recording studio doing admin things right before the murder. “It was a crappy job at a no name recording studio but at least it was getting my foot in the door but oh well. None of that matters any more.”, he said and you could feel your heart breaking for him. He looked so small and dejected at the reminder of what could have been.

Sunday was spent pretty much the same, just the two of you talking. You told him about your life back home and how you had to move across the country. He didn’t say much but he was attentively listening. When Monday morning came around you were a little sad to have to leave him for the day. Walking into the kitchen you found Yoongi standing at the counter sipping on a cup of coffee. “Why are you so pouty?”, he asked before handing you a plate of waffles. “I’m just sad. We had such a nice weekend and I don’t want you to be lonely while I’m gone.” He chuckled at your answer, “Y/N, I’ve been alone for the last couple years. I think I can manage the next eight hours.” You heard a honk coming from outside signaling that Jimin was there to pick you up so after placing your dish in the sink you grabbed your bag and turned to say goodbye and leave but Yoongi stopped you. He handed you a bag, “Here I packed you a lunch. You’re always so hungry when you come home and I know it’s because you don’t eat at school. It’s really important to take care of yourself.” You smiled at his kind gesture and grabbed the bag. Jimin laid on the horn outside which meant he was getting irritated and about four seconds from making you walk to school so you quickly thanked him for the lunch and ran out the door.

Over the next few weeks you and Yoongi fell into a routine. Every morning during the week he made you breakfast and then handed you a lunch and when you got home he’d help you with your homework and then you’d both work on music or watch basketball. On the weekends you talked or created music together. It was really nice and you often found yourself forgetting that your new best friend was a ghost.

Then one morning you woke up cheerful and in a good mood padding down the stairs ready for whatever yummy breakfast Yoongi had prepared for you today, but the kitchen was empty. Coffee had not been made. You thought it was odd but then you reminded yourself that he wasn’t your personal chef and had no obligations to do anything for you. Jimin honked outside so you turned to leave and that’s when you noticed the bag sitting on the counter. So he did still make you lunch. Jimin honked outside again, “Man he gets more impatient every day.”, you thought to yourself. You threw on your coat and headed for the door waving to Jimin to let him know you were coming. “Yoongi I’m leaving. Have a good day.”, you shouted before shutting the door behind you. All morning you couldn’t help but feel like something was off with Yoongi. Again you knew he didn’t have to do anything for you but it was weird that all of a sudden he just stopped.

Sixth period was history class which you didn’t mind. The teacher was a little quirky and made things fun. At the start of every class she did a ‘This Day in History’ contest and whoever had the most interesting fact received five extra credit points. She stood at the front of the class and clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Alright class today is November 14th. Who has a fun fact for this day in history?”, she spoke. That’s when it hit you. “Oh my god. November 14th! That’s the day Yoongi and his family were murdered.” You felt like you were going to faint again. You had a million thoughts going on in your brain, “Is that why he wasn’t there for breakfast? But he still made you lunch? Is he okay? What can I do for him?” You discreetly texted your mom letting her know that you weren’t feeling well and asking if she could call the school and give permission for you to leave. Thankfully she didn’t protest and let you know she just called the school office. After your history class was over you went to the office and signed out before quickly running home.

Sprinting through the front door you started shouting for Yoongi. Running up the stairs you reached your room panting and out of breath. Even though you were the one that was calling for him it still startled you when he appeared out of nowhere. “Y/N, what are you doing home?”, he asked. You took a long look at his face. His eyes were puffy and swollen. He nose was a light shade of red. He had been crying and from what you could tell he was crying long and hard. “Oh Yoongi, why didn’t you say anything? I would’ve stayed home all day today?”, you asked wrapping your arms around him. Even though he felt cold the hug was comforting. He scoffed, “Nonsense Y/N. Just because today is today doesn’t mean I want you to cater to me. You had a really important math test today. How did it go?” In just the few short months you’ve been with him you’ve grown to know him well enough that you could tell he was trying to change the subject. You pulled him down next to you on the bed, “Yoongi it’s okay to cry. It’s okay to be sad and hurt and angry. You don’t have to put up a wall for me.” Your words broke down that wall he had put up and he rested his face in the crook of your neck. His shoulders began to shake with each sob he let go, “I just miss them so much. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. They were supposed to grow old and die warm and comfy in their bed. I was supposed to grow up, go to college, get a job, get married and have a family and watch my children grow and one day have grandchildren and grow old with the love of my life.” You didn’t say anything and just let him cry it out. “I was going to be the old cranky man that yelled at the kids to get off my lawn.”, he chuckled.

After a good while and you felt like he had sufficiently mourned the day you lifted his face to look at you, “I’m so sorry that this happened Yoongi. I wish I could take away all of this pain. I know it’s not much and I can’t change it but you’re always going to have me.” He nodded and gave you a weak smile. The two of you laid back in bed and you told him about your math test and how you’re pretty sure you bombed it and he playfully scolded you since he helped you study for a week. At some point you fell asleep listening to him tell you about a song he had been working on and he smiled when he looked over and noticed your sleeping figure leaning on his shoulder. He was glad you were so comfortable around him.

The next morning you woke up tucked away in bed. You smiled knowing that Yoongi was the one that always took care of you. Walking into the kitchen you were once again greeted by Yoongi who handed you a plate of food and pointed to your lunch sitting on the table. His face was still puffy from the events of the day before but you chose to ignore it not wanting to bring up those memories.

The next few weeks quickly went back to normal and you and Yoongi were pretty much inseparable any time you were home. Today was Friday and you were excited because that meant two whole days of spending time with Yoongi. Just before the bell was to ring signaling the end of the day you heard someone clear their throat. “Excited for the weekend Y/N? You’ve been staring at the clock all period.”, Namjoon asks. You smiled, “Yeah it’s been a long week.” He nodded in an agreement. You noticed he was fidgety and looked extremely nervous. “Umm Y/N, I’m just gonna come out and say this and not beat around the bush. Would you go to the winter formal with me? It’s okay if you don’t want to but I thought maybe we could go together, even as just friends?”, he said before letting out a long breath he was holding in. You saw Jungkook snicker behind him. You were torn about what to do. Part of you never wanted to leave the house on the weekend because you didn’t want to miss any time with Yoongi but you had heard that the winter formal was a pretty big thing and you’d never been asked to go to a dance before and Namjoon was kind of cute and so sweet. You hadn’t even realized how long you had been in your own thoughts until you noticed how red Namjoon had turned. He looked mortified. Nodding your head you agreed, “Yeah I’d love to go with you.” He gave you the biggest dimple smile before the bell rang and you let him know you had to leave or Jimin would kill you.

The following weekend was the winter formal. You picked out a dress that you thought was flattering. A floor length dark blue gown with a few embellishments and a slit that went up to your mid thigh. Was it a little risqué for a high school dance, yeah it probably was but you felt good in it. You were standing in your room struggling to put your necklace on when Yoongi walked in. He stood there staring at you in disbelief. You had already told him how you were going to the dance with Namjoon because for some reason you felt like you needed his blessing. He of course didn’t have any issue with it but now that he saw you in that dress he was definitely a tad bit jealous.

“Here let me help you?”, he said reaching out for the necklace. You turned away from him and lifted up your hair so he could place the chain around your neck. Carefully he clasped the two ends together his icy fingers lightly brushed against the back of your neck sending a chill down your spine. He smiled at you in the mirror, “You look beautiful Y/N.” You smiled back, “Thank you Yoongi.” Judging by the loud laughter coming from down stairs you knew Jimin had arrived with his date which also meant Namjoon was here. You turned to Yoongi and were hit with a sudden rush of sadness. Sadness at the fact that Yoongi will never get to experience this. He’ll never go to a dance or go on a date. He’ll never go have dinner with a group of his friends with his girl on his arm. It was enough to make you tear up. He must’ve known why you were crying because he reached up and gently wiped away the loose tears, “Don’t cry. I watched you spend hours on this makeup and it looks too nice to ruin. Don’t worry about me Y/N. Go have fun with Namjoon. You both deserve it.” You got an idea and not wanting to leave him like this you walked over to your stereo and picked out a perfect song. The melody started playing through the speakers and you walked over to Yoongi taking his hand and leading him to the center of the room, “Dance with me.” He chuckled at your cheesiness but he didn’t protest quickly placing a hand on your waist and slowly moving you around the room. When the song came to an end he smiled down at you and you up at him. Slowly the two of you leaned into each other lips getting closer and closer before he quickly pulled away. “Uhh thank you for the dance. It was nice. You should probably go though. I bet Namjoon is waiting for you.”, he said shyly rubbing the back of his neck. You nodded and grabbed your coat before heading downstairs.

Namjoon greeted you with a smile and a bouquet of flowers that you graciously accepted. Your mom started ushering all of you in front of the fire place to take photos. Yoongi sat at the top of the stairs just out of view but he watched you closely. He wanted to be the one with his hand around your waist while your mom took an embarrassing amount of photos. He wanted to be the one that got an awkward lecture from your dad about keeping his hands to himself. He wanted to take you out to an overpriced restaurant that served you microwaved food they claimed was freshly made. He wanted to dance the night away with you before he leaned in for a kiss just before the end of the dance. He wanted all of this but he knew it could never happen and for your sake he’d make sure you never found out. Hearing that everyone was moving towards the door he decided to leave before he was seen. He quickly wiped away the few tears that had fallen before returning back to your room.

The dance was as magical as you had heard but you couldn’t get Yoongi out of your head and it made you feel guilty for not giving Namjoon your full attention. Luckily he didn’t seem to notice and the night went by in a flash.

A few weeks go by and you and Yoongi get even closer. After the dance you shared that night something changed between you two. You realized that you had feelings for him. You told yourself that was crazy since he’s a ghost but the more you thought about it the more you didn’t care. It was working now so why couldn’t it work in the future?

The two of you celebrated Christmas together. You got him a new sweater and beanie after you noticed his were becoming worn. He wrote you a song that you thought was absolutely beautiful. New years came and went. You found out his birthday from Namjoon so you baked him a cake and decorated your room with balloons, having to lie to your parents by telling them it was all for a school project you were working on (somehow they bought that). Things were going really well.

Yoongi at some point also realized that his feelings were growing stronger. He however knew that this would never work in actuality. You were from two different worlds and because of that he tried his best to hide his feelings. He even encouraged you to date Namjoon. You eventually gave in but it only lasted a few months before you decided to end things because you realized you wanted to spend more time with the ghost in your house than your actual boyfriend.

You never imagined your life could get any better than it was. That was until a warm evening in June when everything came crashing down. You had just graduated from high school a few days before and now that you had a moment you were showing Yoongi all of the photos and videos that you had taken at the ceremony. “I’m really proud of you Y/N.”, he smiled. Resting your head on his shoulder you whispered a quiet, “Thank you.” The room fell silent before Yoongi cleared his throat “So when do you leave for college?” You cringed at the question. When you were initially looking at colleges you decided on one back on the other side of the country closer to your hometown. It was a really good school and had a great music production program. At the time your feelings for Yoongi weren’t as strong so you didn’t mind leaving but now the thought of leaving him and moving to the other side of the country makes you physically sick. “Umm actually I don’t think I’m going.”, you replied. Yoongi chokes on air from shock, “What? No you have to go. It’s a great opportunity Y/N.” You shook your head, “I changed my mind. I’m gonna go to the local community college. It’s twenty minutes away. Then I can stay here with you.” He runs his hand over his face, “But they don’t have a music program. That’s your dream.” Grabbing his hand and pulling him next to you on the bed you smile, “It’s okay. Dreams can change. You’re my dream now. They have a vet tech program. I love animals so I think that will be a good fit for me.” Yoongi tilts your chin up so that you’re looking at him. He goes to say something but you cut him off my taking a chance and leaning in and kissing him. Even though his lips are cold you feel a warmth spread through your body that only intensifies when he deepens the kiss. Gently you reach up to caress his cheek but that’s when he snaps back to reality.

Yoongi recoils back like he was just bit by something. He steps back running his hands through his hair, “No Y/N, I won’t let you do this. I won’t let you ruin your life.” You can feel the tears soaking your shirt, “You don’t get to make that decision for me. I love you Yoongi and I want to stay here with you. We can make this work.” He scoffs, “This can’t work Y/N. I’m dead. I’m a ghost. I can’t support you. We can’t buy a house or get married. We could never have kids. I can’t even taken you on a proper date. I can’t give you any of the things you deserve.”

Reaching out for him you reply, “I don’t care about any of that Yoongi. I just want you.” You expect him to embrace you but instead he steps farther away, “No Y/N. I’m won’t let you ruin your life. You have goals and dreams to achieve and I won’t be the reason that you get stuck here too.” Before you could say anything else he walks out without looking back.

You spend the summer trying to get Yoongi to show himself. You leave cups of coffee in your room that all go untouched. You even let your room turn into a disastrous mess hoping he’d get annoyed and clean up but the mess just gets to the point that even you can’t take it any more and clean yourself.

It’s late August and you just taped up the last box handing it to your dad and telling him you’d be down in a little bit as you just wanted a few minutes alone in your room to make sure nothing was missing. He nodded and told you to take your time. You sat down on the bed staring around the room and thinking back to all the memories. You looked over and saw your music equipment still sat out. Even though it was going to be expensive to buy a whole new set up you wanted to leave that for Yoongi to have in case he got bored. Sighing you tried to steady your voice before speaking, “Well Yoongi I’m leaving for college now. I’ll be on the other side of the country so I don’t know when I’ll be back to visit. It would be really nice to see you before I go.” You sat in silence for a while but nothing happened.

Sighing even deeper this time you grabbed your purse slinging it over your shoulder, “Alright well take care of yourself Yoongi. Please also take care of my parents if you can. I hope you can be happy Yoongi. I love you.” Taking one last look back you shut the door behind you closing that chapter of your life.

10 Years Later…

“Alright Mae go say hi to grandma and grandpa.”, you told your young daughter who excitedly ran through the house looking for her grandparents. You felt a strange sensation stepping foot into your old house. You hadn’t been back since you left for college, always making an excuse why you couldn’t come home or convincing your parents to come visit you instead. The thought of possibly facing Yoongi always made your chest ache, if he’d even show himself. But something happened recently and it encouraged you to want to come see him, or at least try.

You and your daughter ate a lovely dinner with your parents before you excused yourself saying that you wanted to check your room for an old sweatshirt. Giving your daughter a kiss on the head you told her to keep her grandparents entertained while you made your way up to the third floor room.

Stepping inside you were hit with a wave of emotions. Everything was still clean and organized. The familiar smell of lemon hit your nostrils. You sat on the bed unsure of what to do next. You knew that Yoongi had been around over the years. You thought back to the time your mom called to tell you how the strangest thing happened where she tripped going down the stairs but instead of falling forwards something grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. She said it was probably just your dad even though he fully denied it but you knew it was Yoongi looking out for her. Or the time your dad called you frantically after a battery caught fire in the garage in the middle of the night while they were sleeping. Luckily there wasn’t a ton of damage and nobody was hurt but the fire department couldn’t figure out how someone had used a fire extinguisher to put out the flames when both of your parents claimed to be asleep. They chucked it up to an intruder but you knew who really put out the flames that night and potentially saved your parents lives.

Staring at the floor in front of you deep in thought you were snapped out if it when you felt the bed dip next to you. Looking over you saw a smiling Yoongi staring at you. He still looked the same even after all this time. Excitedly you wrapped your arms around his neck, “I missed you so much.” You felt him smile against your skin, “I missed you too Y/N.” The two of you sat in silence for a while before Yoongi spoke up, “You’re daughter is adorable. She looks just like a tiny Namjoon in a wig.” You chuckled, “Yeah Namjoon and I reconnected after college and ended up getting married and having Mae.” He nodded, “What’s that big guy up to?” “He’s a curator at one of the biggest museums in LA.”, you responded. “And you?”, he asked. Smiling you replied, “I’m a music producer.” Yoongi grinned, “I know. I’ve been listening to all the music you work on. I just wanted to hear you say it.” Playfully you pushed his shoulder away from you.

“So why did you come back after all these years?”, he asked clearing his throat. “Well I saw something on the news a couple weeks ago and I wanted to know if you saw it too.”, you said. Yoongi bit his bottom lip before falling into a smile, “I did. I’ll never forget that day.” He pulled out a newspaper article and handed it over to you. Reading over the words again you couldn’t hide the smile that crept up on your lips,

“On July 22nd officers made an arrest in the case. Soobin Park admitted to murdering the Min Family after they woke up while he was attempting a robbery of their home on Cherry Lane. Fearing that his identity had been compromised he committed the murders to protect himself. Mr. Park is also being charged in connection with six other robberies in the area over the last fifteen years. For the Min family murders he has been sentenced to 75 years to life in prison without the possibility of parole.”

You handed the paper back to Yoongi and watched as he gently put it back in his pocket. “I’m so happy for you Yoongi. This is what you’ve been waiting for and I’m glad you and your family finally got Justice.” He smiled, “Yeah me too.” You fell back into a comfortable silence until you broke it. “You know I have a lot of connections in the music industry now. I thought maybe we could work together.”

Yoongi gave you a shy smile before walking over to your closet retrieving a notebook and walking back over to hand it to you. “This is my lyric book. I’ve got dozens maybe even hundreds of songs and ideas in here. I want you to have it. Use it for inspiration. Claim the songs as your own.”, he said placing the book in your hands. Flipping through the pages your brows furrowed in confusion, “Why would I claim it as my own? I can still give you credit without you having to be in the spotlight. You deserve the recognition. I can even get the money transferred to you.” Yoongi shook his head, “I won’t need the money Y/N. I want you to have it.” Looking over to him you saw the light in his eyes and knew what he meant. He continued, “Now that I know that my family got justice and I now know that you’re happy and well taken care of I feel like I can finally move on. I can move on and be at peace with my parents. I told them that one day when justice is served I’d join them and that say has come.”

You felt a familiar burning sensation in your eyes. Yoongi chuckled and reached up to wipe away the tears, “Hey don’t cry Y/N. This is a good thing. I’m finally happy and you can finally move on knowing that I’m okay.” Leaning into his touch you whispered, “But how will I know that you really are okay?” “Trust me. You’ll know.”, he smiled before standing up and walking over to the stereo.

You watched him carefully choose a song and he turned around before flashing you the gummy smile you missed so much. A familiar melody began to play through the speakers and you thought back to that day you danced with him before your winter formal. He walked over and held out his hand, “May I have one last dance?”

Nodding your head you took his hand and slowly began to twirl around the room. “Namjoon will kill me if he ever finds out about this?”, he chuckled. “Well luckily you’re already dead right?”, you laughed. The song ended and you walked back over to the bed grabbing the notebook. You could hear Mae downstairs getting antsy so you knew you were running out of time.

Yoongi reached out and gave you one more hug but instead of the usual coldness he felt strangely warm. “Take care of yourself Y/N. Thank you for everything.”, he whispered in your ear. You nodded trying to choke back the tears before walking towards the door. Turning back for one more look you saw him sitting on the bed. He looked up and smiled giving you a shy wave before you turned back around and closed the door behind you. You stood with your hand on the door knob for a few moments unable to make your feet move down the stairs. Deciding you needed one more hug. You couldn’t just leave like that. You swung open the door ready to run back into his arms but the room was empty. He was already gone.

Doing your best to compose yourself you went back downstairs greeting Mae who was already waiting by the door. When your parents questioned your sad disposition you gave some lie about seeing old photos and it bringing back memories. You and Mae bid your parents goodbye and got in your car before driving off thinking it was finally the end.

5 More Years Later…

It’s funny how things work out. Sitting in the drive way staring up at the third floor window of your parents house just like you did all those years ago brought back such a wave of emotions. A lot had happened in the five years since you and Yoongi officially said goodbye. You opened your open record labeled titled MYG records. You used a lot of the lyrics Yoongi had written in that notebook even winning a Grammy for one of the songs, a song you were pretty sure was written about you as he titled it ‘Dancing Before the Formal.’

Now you were sitting in the driveway of your old home waiting for the relator so you could hand off the keys. After both of your parents passed away you decided to put the house on the market. Instantly you received a bunch of offers. The highest offer you received was from a paranormal hunting group who wanted to use the house as a headquarters thanks to its history and rumored haunting. You shut that down immediately much to the dismay of Namjoon who didn’t understand why you accepted the much lower offer from a family of four who told you how it was their dream house to watch their children grow in.

When the relator finally arrived you handed over the keys and thanked them for all their hard work surrounding the sale. Getting back in your car you took one last look up at that third floor window thinking back to that boy who made you fall in love for the first time all those years ago.

That night you had a dream. A dream that you were back in that same third floor bedroom. Yoongi came to visit you. He congratulated you on your Grammy. He let you know that your parents were doing well. He told you how he told his parents all about you and they asked a million questions just like parents do. He told you that he was finally at peace and was able to rest. He gave you a hug and started walking towards the door but stopped just shy of the frame. He turned around and smiled, “I do love you Y/N. I always did. If things were different maybe we would’ve worked out. I’m happy though. I know deep down you are too.” With that he turned and walked out the door with it shutting behind him. When you woke up you felt strangely euphoric. It was a weird feeling you’d never had before. Then you remembered his words he spoke to you all those years ago, “Trust me. You’ll know.” Laying back down you smiled to yourself knowing that Yoongi was finally truly happy and at peace and that was his way of telling you. Feeling Namjoon stir next to you in the bed you slid over and rested your head on his chest letting his arm pull you in closer. You snuggled deeper into him letting the sound of his heartbeat slowly lull you back to sleep finally feeling at peace yourself.

[disasterbuck]

FanFic Ask Game

So I saw this post (linked above) and decided to answer all the questions instead of just reblogging and waiting for asks. Enjoy getting to know a bit more about me as a writer!

💖 What do you like most about your own writing?

I love how fluffy it generally is and how my fics always have a happy ending 🥰

😐 What embarrasses you most about your own writing?

I don't think I'm embarrassed about my writing? Maybe sometimes I'll write a kiss that feels a bit cringe?

👻 What is one WIP you think you may never pick back up?

'the heist wip'. Inspired by the episode Ocean's 9-1-1, I wanted to explore what situation could make them ACTUALLY turn to crime. I had a vague idea of a woman's dog being kidnapped by her abusive ex, and Buck gets all obsessed over it and eventually asks the rest of the team to help him break the dog out or something. idk. I don't have a solid enough idea and I feel like it would end up being a long fic which I just can't commit to atm. (If anyone reading this is inspired by this idea, feel free to write it!! But please tag me if you do! I would love to read it!)

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

... I don't think so?

Yeah I've just had a skim through and can't find anything that I would never share if I managed to finish it.

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

Ooohhh, I love getting comments on ALL my fics but I guess if I had to choose I'd probably go with Friends Don't (8.5k) because it has a special place in my heart.

✏️ Do you write every day?

Not strictly, but most days yes.

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

"Back to my point," Chimney said once Hen's laughter died down. "You two are codependent. I bet you couldn't even go a day without having to touch each other."

Buck's face flushed a darker shade of red.

"Yes we could," Eddie argued, suddenly stubborn and confrontational. "We could go a week."

"You wanna bet, Diaz?" Chimney asked, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

After a quick glance to communicate with Buck, Eddie nodded and said, "You're on. What are the terms?"

don't say his name wip

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

I wrote 4 drabbles exactly 100 words each!! It took quite a bit of editing and revising but I'm really happy with how they turned out! You can read them here if you're interested: buddie month | four drabbles

😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?

fhdskjfhs I HOPE NOT 😅

🌙  What time of day do you prefer to write? Why?

I don't really have a preferred time of day?

👖 Are you a planner, plantser, or pantser? Is it consistent?

Yes. And no. lol

📊 Current number of WIPs

............................ 104 🙈

👨‍👧‍👧 Do you tell people in real life that you write fic? 

Depends ENTIRELY on the person. But generally yes. This does not equal letting them read my fics though lol.

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

Hm, good question. Maybe Athena?

📝 What is one growth area you have for your writing?

Uhhh I don't know. I feel like I'm constantly learning about writing and just generally trying to improve in all areas.

📚 Do you read your own fic?

YES ALL THE TIME. I looooove reading over my fics. Makes me so happy!!

🤔 What is the hardest part of writing fic?

Writing kisses. Or endings. Both. Every time Buddie are about to kiss I tend to abandon the fic for a while lmaoooo and then whenever I have to wrap it up it takes me 3-5 business days.

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

Up for anything. All I've got for it so far is this:

Buck: No, I mean it. I'm up for anything. If you can come up with something I won't do you win. But I'm telling you right now I never back down from a dare.

💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done?

fhjskfh I hate research. My deepest dive is whatever happens in the show. I'll rewatch or maybe read wikis to make sure I get show details accurate but anything else? I'm making that shit up bestie 😅

✨ Choose three adjectives to complement your own writing.

🙈 sweet, emotional, aaaaaand heartwarming? idk

💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work?

I don't have headcanons about my own work! Everything is canon! They're my works! My reality! YOU can have headcanons about my works lol.

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

Of my own or someone elses?

Of my own fics, I love you (4k) is my fave.

Someone else's, the first that comes to mind is The Best Lie is a Truth (My Best Mask is My Face) (43k) by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels uggghhh it is chef's kiss!! Fake dating my beloved! 💕

👩‍🏭 If one of your fics was going to get you arrested, which one and why?

Lazy Mornings (1k) for being so freaking adorable 🥰

⏰ Do you spend more time reading fic, writing fic, or do you do both equally?

I think it's fairly equal? But maybe a bit more time writing, because a lot of the reading I do is of physical books rather than fic.

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p.s. I'm updating my taglist, check out the info on this post

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𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀: 𝐋𝐢𝐳

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From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

About a 3 I think, I hav𖤓 liz 𖤓en’t written anything in a while because I’ve been busy with work and school. I struggle with actually finishing anything, I swear my drafts is a graveyard of WIPs. Once I get done with my finals I plan to actually try and sit down and actually write a fic or at the very least headcanons

2. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

I feel like my writing is very self indulgent, I fantasize for literal days or weeks about what I personally would want to happen and imagine myself as the reader in the fic and just run with it. I have tried a few times to write an idea that a friend gives me and I just struggle cause I get stuck in my own head wondering if I’m writing it how they personally would want it.

3. Are there any writers that inspire you?

Literally everybody in the server, the fact that y'all are so imaginative and are so motivated to write fics on a consistent basis never fails to amaze me, I am on my knees begging for a crumb of the kind of motivation y’all got. 

4. What’s the fic you’re most proud of? 

Honestly probably the very first fic I ever wrote, which was a Zayn Malik fanfiction (I was a HUGE One Direction fan…honestly I still am). It was terrible, and so ridiculously cringey but to middle school me, I was the next Shakespeare  and was just proud that I actually wrote something and put it on the internet for the world to see and I regret nothing. 

5. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write and which do you find most difficult to write? 

The easiest is probably Peter Parker cause he’s such a sassy little shit and I love him. The hardest is probably Dr. Spencer Reid, I’ve tried before and I just can’t get his mannerisms right. 

6. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

I feel like my most of my wips are friends to lovers with misunderstandings galore 

7. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about!

I’ve been planning this fic out in my head for the past month, idk for sure what I’m gonna call it, but it’s gonna be an Evan “Buck” Buckley x reader fic, I’m considering adding Eddie Diaz into the mix cause honestly it’s what we deserve. Basically the reader is going to open up a bakery across from the fire station and our lovely firefighters can’t resist the smell of warm bread and coffee in the morning so they go and meet Reader (considering giving her a nickname) who is dancing to 80’s music and may or may not be covered in flour, and from there hijinks, first dates, and love confessions ensue. 

8. First fandom you ever wrote for?

One Direction and I regret nothing

9. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

Ooo  misunderstandings that can be easily resolved if they JUST TALK, found family tropes almost always make me cry, fake dating never fails to make me laugh because the characters never think it through and I love that for them with that being said idiots to lovers is another big one, especially if they share exactly one brain cell. 

10. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

Probably anything dark, nothing wrong with dark fics, I just don’t think I’d ever be able to write a dark fic well enough where it was actually understandable or good for that matter.

11. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

Another One Direction fanfiction, but this time Liam Payne, it's since been deleted but basically gang leader!Liam and the reader were highschool sweethearts and broke up cause Liam betrayed her, if i remember right he gets her brother arrested? Years later she comes back to town and is part of an all girls gang and Liam's gang (One Direction) start fighting over territory, there were drunken confessions, a secret child, and attempted kidnappings and literally every other chapter one of them almost died. Middle school me was very proud of it.

12. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

Steve Rogers x innocent!reader, knight!Bucky x princess!Reader, Evan “Buck” Buckley x reader

13. Do you listen to anything while you write?

Yes, I have so many playlists, everytime I get an idea for a fic I run to Spotify and immediately create a new one and add songs that fit the vibe I’m going for, doesn’t matter what genre or language so long as I think it fits it gets added to the playlist.

14. One-shots or multi-chaptered works?

Definitely both, I am not picky whatsoever. 

15. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

Omg yes, I honestly think this is part of the reason it’s so hard for me to finish writing anything. The second I get a new idea for a fic I start imagining all sorts of different scenarios I could put them in like trips to the zoo, grocery shopping or like the same scenes from the fic, but from another character's point of view. Even if it’s not going to be part of the fic I imagine what the proposal would be like, what their vows would be, or how they'd react to their first child being born. My mind goes a hundred miles a minute when I get a new idea, but the second I sit down to write it out poof all the ideas are gone.

16. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

Honestly smut. There are so many talented writers out there who do a great job at writing smut, but whenever I try it just comes out to stiff and doesn’t sound write, so I always end up deleting it 

17. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

I was once told I was very good at descriptions, they said they could picture the night sky in their mind and it was like they were there. 

18. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

Eh not really, I usually stick to fluff, humor and slight angst, I want to try step out of my comfort zone by writing smut, but it’ll be a while before I post anything 

19. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

Oh my gosh how could I possibly choose, most of the time it just depends what kind of mood I’m in but lately it’s been tooth-rotting fluffy with a tiny bit of angst mixed in

20. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

At this point in time I do not have any oc’s, but I’m considering creating one for my Evan “Buck” Buckley fic. 

21. If you could enter the universe of any one of your fics, which would it be and why?

Probably my WIP Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Reader because who wouldn’t want to be protected by an extremely handsome Bucky who acts like you're a nuisance, but would do anything to protect you no questions asked if ever necessary?? And also I just love the idea of running down a castle hallway at night wearing a floor length ball gown.

22. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

Just that my process involves creating the perfect playlist for that specific fic and tons of daydreaming, and while it may take me a long time to finally finish writing, I’m always excited to share it and get feedback!

23. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of. 

This is from my knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!reader wip                            

“Do you think I am inadequate because I am a female, my Lord? Is that what you’re saying? You think that I am unfit to rule because I'm a little emotional right now?  Well you’re right, I am a little emotional right now. From the moment I was born, it was known that I, and I alone, would be next in line to assume the throne. My entire life was spent preparing for the moment that my reign would begin and I intend to use all the knowledge my father, may God rest his soul, taught me.  Just two weeks ago I watched as they lowered my father’s cold, dead body into the ground and not a week later a crown was placed atop my head…. a crown I thought my father would be giving me.  I am emotional because right now at this very moment there are rebels out there, only God knows where, hatching plans to storm this castle! This castle has stood here for 300 hundred years and I intend for it to stand for many more. I refuse to let the rebels take my country and everything that my family has worked for.  Now, we have much more pressing matters to deal with than your fragile egos, don’t you think my Lords?”

24. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

Have fun with writing! Don’t worry about whether or not the idea you want to write has been written before because it most definitely has been, but it’s never been written by you! 

I’m excited to finally be done with my classes and I hope to to write more and post my fics throughout the summer! 

[hearteyesblog]

James Wilson X Reader

Pt.1

Rehab and Romance

Details: (y/n) gets admitted to Princeton after accidentally over dosing. She and House went to the same rehab at the same time which makes for an interesting time at the hospital.

(This is my first fan fiction/ x reader thing I’ve ever written but someone had to do it)

I lay there in the hospital bed. Staring at the ceiling just counting the lights in the room over and over again until I think of something new to think about. I have no visitors, on account that no one would show up because I don’t really talk to anyone. I break out of my thoughts when I hear the glass door open to my room. I look at the person who had entered and it’s some very handsome guy. He looked like he should be on a magazine not a hospital, matter of fact almost every doctor in this building looked too good to actually be true it was insane. I look him up and down as he starts walking over the clip board that hung over my bed. He must have introduced himself because when I look up into his eyes from the clip board I was looking at he’s looking back at me like he was waiting “I’m sorry what did you say? I’ve been spaced out the whole time” I told him and he shook his head “No problem. My name is Dr. Chase. I was just gonna ask you a few questions if that’s alright with you?” He asked. Oh his Australian too? Where’d they get this guy from. “No, I wouldn’t dream of telling my doctor anything” he looked at me confused but I rolled my eyes with a slight smile on by face seeing that he didn’t catch my joke. “I’m just messing with you. Go ahead” I told him and he smiled and nodded. “Alright then” he said as he listed on a pile of random questions about my health and other random factors.

When chase was done asking me questions he went to leave “Hey hold on” I stopped him. “Dr. House is your boss right?” I ask him. He nodded with slight hesitation at first “More or less” he responded. I nodded and looked down to my hands “I know he’ll say no but if you can, ask him to come down and see me. Tell him it’s (y/n) (l/n)” i asked then looked up into his eyes. Chase smiled and nodded. “I’ll try my best” a few seconds of silence. It looked like he was about to leave but just as he turned around he had stopped. He slowly turned back to me “If you don’t mind me asking.. how do you know house?” Chase asked curiously, a little nosey but with a person like house you got information about him almost never. “I uh met house..in rehab ” I said slowly and with shame my face looking not so proud of the words I just let out. Chase nodded. “I haven’t seen him in years, kinda miss the shit head” I told him and he let out a light laugh, amused by the words I said because he could only agree that house is a shit head. “Well like I said, I’ll try my best but House doesn’t really visit his patients” Said Dr. Chase then he made his way out.

I waited in that bed for so long. Hours passed. Nurses came and went, the doctors also came in every once in a while just to check up on me. Even at midnight there is no house, I assumed he just wasn’t gonna come down. Just when I was about to close my eyes to sleep I saw House walking to me through the glass wall. My eyes shot open for a second in shock, I didn’t think he’d actually come. I relaxed when I realized how stupid I must look. Just as I thought House was gonna come in I saw him talking to another doctor in front of my room. He wasn’t even here to see me, he was just looking for that doctor. The nerve. I look around the room and grab a random pen they left and I throw it at the window, not to hard but enough to make a tap noise to get houses attention. House and his friend both look in my direction and I just wave and mouth a “hi”. House rolls his eyes and sighs heavily making his way to the door. His friend follows him, the pure confusion on his face. “Looks like you are a doctor” I said and looked him up and down “Either that or you just got of an over dose check out” I said to him making jabs at him. “Looks like you already did all that for me” he said taking a jab at me. He was right though, I was here because I decided to get pill happy. “I’m guessing you’re still on those pills too” I said tilting my head in curiosity. I watched as his pupils didn’t move at all. He raised his eyebrows in fake impression “what gave it away?” He asked sarcastically and I looked him up and down “Everything” I said. I looked over at his friend, looking him up and down. I didn’t take the time to really look at the other doctor with brown hair and puppy eyes. He was stood there silently looking at house then he looked over at me, making eye contact.

I smile at him getting a good vibe off of him. He’s also very handsome which helps. Not a Dr. Chase type handsome, Chase is very Magazine model, red carpet kind of handsome, this guy was sweet romantic star lit dinner, midnight whispers type of handsome. He looked like the embodiment of the word Romance, like the type of guy to give you roses and lead u to surprise dates.

I realize that I’ve been staring at this guy for a while “Well since House isn’t gonna introduce us I guess I will. The name is (y/n) and yours is?” I wait for his response and he snaps out of whatever daze he was in “I’m Dr. Wilson, nice to meet you” he said and I nodded “You too” I said and House just looks awkward to mess with us “Well as much as I’d really love to see you guys eye fuck each other in front of me, I have a job to do” House said as he starts to walk out “It was nice seeing you House” I said to him before he walked out the door completely.

He looked back at me and tightened hips lips together and raised his eyebrows in response then left. Wilson stood there awkwardly for a second “I should go to” he said in matter of factly. “You and house seem to be good friends” I blurted out and he looked at me in my eyes and shrugged. “He meddles, I stay for it, yeah I guess” he said “If you don’t mind me asking how do you…” he began then started to drift off as if he was trying not to offend me by asking “I met him, in rehab” I said and Wilson nodded slowly understanding “Heart breaking truly that he never even mentioned me once, after our strong bond of drugs” I joked and Wilson laughed lightly, his smile looking so nice. “Well don’t take it to heart, he doesn’t say anything about himself to anyone” Wilson said comforting me but I already knew that about house. “Trust me I know, took me forever to get him to tell me why he’s in that cane” I said.

I looked at Wilson’s facial features, slowly examining them. I looked at his hands to check for wedding ring but found nothing, I slowly look back up at him “You single?” I asked out of the blue, Wilson looked taken a back, he looked almost flattered. “Yes, I am. Why do you ask?” He asked me tilting his head a little and slightly raising an eyebrow. God even his voice sounds romantic. “So I don’t feel bad when I tell you that you are the most romantic looking guy I’ve ever seen. You’ve got something going for you” I strangely complimented him. Dr. Wilson’s eyes slightly widened at the unusual compliment, he looked a little flustered by it. “I’ve never been told that, thank you” he responded whilst trying to hold back a smile. So he’s sentimental too. “I should really get going though, it was nice to meet you” he said about to head out “Very nice to meet you to Dr. Wilson. Hope we’ll meet again soon” I said slightly flirting with him but also being serious. Wilson smiles “have a good day” he said and walked out. With a face like that I wish he wasn’t so professional.

[honeyhotteoks]

First off: you're my absolute favorite fanfic author! The way you write the characters and their emotions and dialog is just beautiful! Into the Aurora and This Night Together inspired me to actually give my writing a fighting chance!!!

With that said...how did you start posting your work? I really want to, but I'm sooooooo nervous!! What if no likes it? What if everyone hates it? And is there a certain way to format the post? I'm fairly new to ✨️actually✨️ posting on tumblr and have no clue what I'm doing 😬

oh my gosh, thank you so much!! i’m so honored to know that i helped inspire you to write fic 😭

this is a great question!! i have lots of advice for you, check under the cut~

okay so as far as how i started posting, this is probably not the post helpful answer. i’ve actually been writing fanfic since i was probably like 14 for various fandoms, i used to post on ff.net then on ao3 and now here, and it’s just been years of publicly posting fandom works online. that being said…… at some point you will just want to rip the bandaid off and when you do, i have some advice

there are going to be people who don’t like what you write, it doesn’t matter what you write or how you write. you like my work and i have a lot of followers, but i’ve had people give pretty negative feedback about aurora, tnt, and some of my one-shots. or reviews that aren’t “mean” necessarily but are “constructive”…. however, i’m a big believer that in the world of fan fiction, unsolicited constructive criticism doesn’t belong in comments when the author is posting their hobby for free. all i’m saying is that it’s gonna happen at some point, but you have to remember that the people doing that aren’t writing fic, and i genuinely do not care about the critical opinions of someone who’s never put themselves out there creatively before.

something that hurt when i started posting was the lack of engagement, and i know this is something a lot of writers still struggle with, especially on tumblr. there are fics i have written that are like deeply dear to me and i’m really proud of but have so few notes compared to other fics and that used to really bum me out. what i’ve learned is this:

people actually aren’t perpetually online they just seem it, so if you post something once and never mention it again, people with busy lives are going to miss it

the time you post doesn’t have to matter… but if you’re trying to drum up engagement, then consider the time of day you’re posting. tumblr has good analytics to tell you blog engagement stats and stuff like that, i find that can help with knowing most of your followers are from XYZ time zone and they probably will not see something you post at 2 PM during the work/school day vs. 7 PM or something like that

try not to be sad if you get a majority of likes and not reblogs. i personally like tons of work that i intend to read later, i treat my likes like bookmarks, that doesn’t mean someone didn’t like your work enough to reblog it, it means they use their likes differently OR potentially they have a blog where they don’t feel comfortable reblogging fanfic, especially nsfw fic.

if you’re posting anywhere, know your tags. don’t post something with two hashtags and assume it’ll find its way. unfortunately it won’t, so make sure you tag everything appropriately so it lands in people’s suggested feeds

if you do all of that and then your fic gets some notes but not that many….. and you’re wondering….. why didn’t more people like it? well part of that might just be that it’s not showing up at the top of people’s feeds anymore. if you want to establish yourself in the writing space, engaging with readers is important. if you get a really nice review in a reblog, don’t be afraid to reblog it back. if you get a certain number of notes, don’t be afraid to reblog your own fic and say thank you for 100 notes etc., just to push it up on people’s feeds.

if you’re posting on AO3, just make sure that you’re filling out all the tags, warnings, pairings, etc. AO3 has been around a while and is a well oiled machine, and i know a ton of readers on there use the filters to find the exact niche of fic they want to read. i cannot tell you how many fics i pass by that don’t have tags, are missing a good description, etc.

okay now as far as formatting goes…… here are my thoughts after a lot of trial and error:

before you decide on anything formatting wise, just remember that readers engage with fic on tumblr in a variety of ways. some people are on desktop, some people are on your actual blog web address, and some people are just on mobile. before you teach yourself html coding for fancy lettering in ombré colors…… are your readers going to be able to see it in dark mode? if not, maybe don’t invest the time, because the first thing i do when i see a post like that is scroll because it’s taking me too long to know what’s going on

so yeah, are there rules to format? yes and no. content “yes”, visual “no” but people do follow a particular trend. what i like to do is keep it simple to avoid the formatting issues i mentioned above, but i also invested a little time in figuring out a “look” for my posts so when people are scrolling they might see my layout and know it’s me. details below->

1. a header image or header images, it’s the quickest way for people to get a vibe and it might capture an aesthetic. some authors have a header made for them as an author, some do a custom one per fic, but i typically just make an aesthetic black and white collage and go with that because it looks cool but i don’t have to learn photoshop to do it. go with what you know on this one

2. a title and a SHORT description, i think ‘untitled’ is tough…. people won’t read or remember your fic. no description means people are guessing and might not click, and too long means people might scroll. my rule of thumb is a couple sentences.

3. content tags, and this is VERY important — people need warnings or clarity on what the fic is about. most people skim the tags to find out if they want to read it over a description, especially when we’re talking very short form fic or smut. that’s why tags might be funny or informal, but it’s also really important to tag anything that might be triggering in a variety of ways. something i always make sure i include is every sex act or kink (i never know what triggers one person and not another), and anything related to: violence, abuse, self harm, mental health, physical injury, death, food/diet content, and body descriptors of reader. if you’re writing self insert and you’re describing the reader a particular way, that’s fine but you should disclose it. some of my fics are specifically written for ‘curvy’ reader in mind and its tagged that way vs. like …. ‘short/small/size-kink’ reader. Gender is also important here, i always tag fem!reader because i feel like that works, but i often see more trans inclusive terms like afab!reader etc., so it’s up to you! but we definitely want to be mindful of readers who could feel dysphoric if surprised by pronouns/body-parts/etc.

4. a clear identifier of the ships in the fic. i.e. put the ‘yunho x reader’ or ‘idol!yunho x fem!reader�� tag high up so people know who they’re reading

5. otherwise, i personally recommend keeping the top of the post short, putting in a cut, and then posting everything under the cut because a long post is just a lot to scroll through etc. i favor the small text for my fics headers and regular size text for the actual body of the fic just to keep it looking nice.

hopefully this helps! i’d be happy to talk through anything else too, i love getting into this stuff. my biggest recommendation would be to ask yourself what kind of work you want to post and invest some time in developing a style for your format etc. - even if it’s close to what other people are posting that’s okay! just keeping it consistent and looking good helps get readers to click, so search around and see what you like and then play with your posts in drafts before you do anything.

good luck!!!