#I’m drunk tho I just finished a bottle of wine

[ripperdaddy]

simpsons memes but make them cyberpunk

[honey-milk-depresso]

That Flower Shop in Mondstadt (Various Mondstadt Characters)

“Oh! Mr. Diluc!” Diluc comes to your flower boutique every morning to pick up new flowers to replace to freshen up his winery which was just next door to your boutique. You always wonder why such a wealthy man would wanna buy flowers from your plain, humble shop. He had all the money in the world to buy much more beautiful flowers from much more famous and luxurious flower boutiques, so why buy here? Well, you weren’t one to question him, and you didn’t mind him.

“Good morning,” he simply stated as he went back to looking at the flowers.

“Those windwheel asters....did they come in yesterday?”

“Yeah! My family is constantly harvesting flowers, and I’m trying my best to help them!”

Your family run a farm all the way back in Liyue where they not just sell flowers, but fruits and vegetables too. 

“Are you perhaps preparing for the Windblume Festival to take place? You sure have a loaded amount of it, as well as cecilias.”

“Well, I told them that and asked if they can import more of those flowers to, you know..”

“Economics.”

You giggled at his statement.

Your shop was at hot topic during the Windblume Festival. Not only were your flowers good quality, but they were cheap too, something you prided over your shop.

“Anyways, I would like to buy these windwheel asters.”

“Alright!”

After paying for his flowers, you greeted him.

“Hope you have a nice Windblume Festival, Diluc!”

It wasn’t visible, but his face was printed with a small smile on his delicate features.

“You too.”

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“Good afternoon, y/n!”

“Hi, y/n!”

“Jean! Barbara! Welcome!”

Jean and Barbara, the two beautiful sisters, would always come here to visit your boutique to check out new flowers and, of course check up on their best friend, you. Always in the early afternoon.

“So, y/n. What tea have you brewed today?”

“Some osmanthus tea.”

Your family love delivering herbs to you, just so you won’t miss the taste of home. You found that really sweet, and also a great opportunity to share this earthy tea to others not from Liyue.

“Ooh! Nice!”

You poured the tea into three teacups as the smell of the osmanthus tea wafted through the air which helped calm the atmosphere of the tranquil boutique.

“One for you and one for you.”

“Thanks y/n!”

“Thank you very much, y/n.”

“Hope you have a wonderful Windblume Festival!”

“You too!”

“Yeah!”

You three giggled.

“Cheers!”

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“See you got super excited over the Windblume decorations of your store, y/n!”

“Yes, hello Venti.”

The bard would come to your boutique randomly, but always in the afternoon. He likes coming to your boutique to talk about many things and he even offered to play some music for some “boutique jazz” is what he liked to call.

“Say, I like those turquoise and gold banners you have this year!”

“You don’t say?”

“Mhm! Anyways, do you still have some of that, ahem, osmanthus wine of yours your family is also well known for?~” he raised his eyebrows with that, oh so, suggestive smirk. He might be cute, but he was very much a mischievous bard.

“Yes, yes, I do,” you smiled and rolled your eyes, taking out the auburn bottle with a yellow gold and white label on it.

“Ahahahaha! Wonderful! As thanks, I’d like to invite you to be one of my pupils!”

Oh, you know this. He always does it every Windblume Festival where he would get people and teach people on how to write a good poem. Looks like you made pre-payment for a class you haven’t attend yet.

“Oh, no, I really shouldn’t! Ahehe...”

“Oh where’s the fun, y/n? It’ll be way more fun than last year! Promise!”

You sighed. That’s what he said every year. But you couldn’t resist thos adorable puppy eyes he was giving you. Ah, he’s lucky he’s cute.

“Alright, fine.”

“That’s the spirit, y/n! Meet you at five in the evening! Have a wonderful Windblume Festival!”

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“Albedo.”

“Y/n”

Albedo came here to buy your flowers and use them for experiements.

Sometimes he came with Sucrose but it looks like today he came alone.

“Any flowers you would like to buy?”

“Hmmm, yes. Those qinxings and wolfhooks over there.”

“Alright.”

As he finished paying, he asked you, “So, y/n. Have any plans for today’s Windblume Festival?”

“Oh, eh, yeah. Just recently. Venti asked me to participate in his poetry class,” you sighed.

He simply chuckled. “Well, that’s nice.”

He gave you an amber stone, on it, or more like inside it, was a cecilia.

“I was experimenting with minerals and in the process I made this. I found it quite beautiful, so I thought maybe I should give it to you for the Windblume Festival.”

You smiled softly. “Yeah, it really is beautiful. Thank you so much, Albedo!”

“You too!”

“Oh yeah, tell Sucrose I said hi!”

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“K-Kaeya??”

“Why if it isn’t the Lady Silk Flower herself, y/n!”

“Please stop calling me that...”

Kaeya was that flirtatious knight, as well as Diluc’s brother. He would always be at Diluc’s winery to drink together with Venti and Rosaria. He’s not really there to buy flowers, more so of your osmanthus wine you sold, but he’s not really a regular customer, nor was he a rare visitor. Usually in the evening. But as charming as he is, why did he want to learn poetry when he’s a natural at being a poetic and constructive flirter?

“Well, Venti, what do you say?”

“Deal!”

You groaned internally. Great, now there’s homework.

“So, Silk Flower, what are you going to be writing about?” Kaeya asked as he gave you a playful smirk.

As much as this guy was pulling at your nerves, you couldn’t help but swoon internally of how fine he looks. That damn knight.

“Love,” you said as your facial features remain stoic.

“Ahahaha! Oh you!”

There was a comfortable silence between the both of you.

“Why not tomorrow at seven in the evening I invite you over to the Dawn Winery? Hm?~ Don’t worry, the drinks are on me.”

“I don’t really drink, but, if you want, I can bring a bottle of my family’s osmanthus wine?” you offered.

He simply let out a soft chuckle before he used his hand and gently grab your chin and tilted you up to face him.

“I just want you, though.~”

You blushed a crimson red before you pushed him away. “Oh shush! You want my wine or not?!”

“Of course , of course!” he laughed

Geez.

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“Hm?”

“Surprise!”

Dawn Winery was filled with all the familiar faces. From Diluc to Sucrose and even Albedo was there, smiling.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s a thank you party of course!”

“Thank you party?”

“Yes,” now Diluc got your attention, “Before Windblume, I saw you working day in and out to import and export flowers, and of course your family wine. We just wanted to thank you and that we appreciate your hard work, y/n. You’re flowers and presence really freshen and lighten our day.”

“Mhm! Now come sit down and be merry with us, y/n!” Venti exclaimed with that drunk smile of his.

“You-you guys...you really didn’t have to do this.”

“Of course we had to, y/n,” Jean smiled warmly.

Barbara nodded. “Yeah! You deserve it!”

Albedo simply nodded.

“But-”

Diluc cut you off as he pat your head to which you instantly shut up and looked at him with a slightly red face.

“Yes. Yes you do, y/n. Now, let us enjoy this moment together. All of us.”

Now he really smiled.

[peachiimilquetea]

something angsty with tenya leaving fem reader for the event? ty! prompt: “you can’t leave me. i don’t know how to survive without you.”

“𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞. 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.” + tenya iida

a/n: bro… i don’t really like angst without the potential for a somewhat happy ending so i hope you’re ok with the fact that it’s not completely sad. i did pull on the heartstrings quite a bit tho, i hope you enjoy! check out the event here

contains: angst (obviously), iida being heavily influenced by his family, tensei to the rescue lowkey, crying, insecurities, mentions of alcohol, ambiguous ending, miscommunication

length: 2.0k

at first things had started off small.

iida worked long hours as the work of his brother’s hero agency fell on his shoulders. he tried his best to make time for you, but it always felt like your schedules could never line up just right.

you tried to work something out, quick calls on break times and cute messages around the house to remind you of one another, but most efforts fell flat.

then things started to get worse.

long and empty nights were spent building up resentment towards the man you had married. he was always doing something, something that took precedence over the vows you made when you walked down the isle no more than three years ago.

you knew his family didn’t like you that much, feeling that a marriage for love was a waste of such a powerful commitment. a commitment that could built them an empire, and boost the rank of their hero agency, solidifying a legacy for them.

tenya defied them for you, boldly declaring that he would marry whoever he wanted and that you were in it for the long haul. you were the girl of his dreams, he said, and anything that got in the way of his happiness was not something he would subscribe to. that only made them hate you more.

so when his texts of encouragement grew shorter and more sparse, and he began to have more special responsibilities bestowed upon him by none other than his father, you knew it was on purpose.

unfortunately, it was an effective strategy to chip away at a young and unseasoned marriage.

“tenya can you please just check your schedule? i really want to spend more time with you.”

he sighed and rubbed his temples as he sat in his office. why were you bothering him with something so insignificant? you knew how important this transition of power was for the iida family, for the legacy of ingenium, but you still persisted.

he could feel the anger beginning to build until he looked in your eyes and saw the sadness brimming in them. his heart squeezed in his chest as he watched you, his wife, plead with him to spend time together. when had things come to this?

“i’ll try my best, but i cant promise anything.”

at this point, that was better than anything you could’ve hoped for.

with a kiss to his forehead you left him alone to get the heaps of paperwork he had to do, spirits lifted at the prospect of spending time with him again. just like the way it used to be.

you checked the time on the microwave for the 9th time. fifty-seven minutes had passed and your husband was officially late.

you should have seen it coming really, empty promises were becoming more and more common amongst the two of you. he would promise to try harder and you would promise to cut him more slack, the constant push and pull never being enough for either party.

getting up from the barstool at your kitchen island you made your way to the wine cooler to get a drink. not even bothering to pick up a glass you slumped on the couch, kicking off your shoes and splaying yourself out, just wanting the cushions to swallow you whole and dull the aching in your heart.

he wasn’t coming.

he was never coming.

you laid passed out on the couch when iida finally came home 2 hours later. he was only stopping by for a quick break, then going back out on patrol and he completely forgot about the things he said, smiling through tired eyes as he thought, this time i’ll make it up to her.

at the very least he could clean you up and tuck you in. he could brace himself for the impending fight later, but he was concerned about you. you never drank, not unless there was something wrong.

iida easily hoisted you up over his shoulder, discarding the various wine bottles and taking you to your shared room, although he wasn't sure if it was still considered shared anymore.

he laid you on the bed softly, changing you into one of his old shirts. his fingers ghosted over your cheek as he watched you sleep, the reality of where he was sitting heavy on his heart.

he loved you and yet there was nothing he could do to help at this moment. he had to leave for night patrol. he had to leave you.

his gentle touches roused you from your sleep and your eyes felt heavy as you tried to blink them open.

“you came?” you breathed, voice sounding foreign even to yourself.

iida gave you a small smile, “im sorry.”

your demeanor did a 180 at his apology. he was sorry. he was always sorry. but sorry couldn’t fix this. not when it had been so broken.

you winced and sat up, “sorry for what? sorry that you broke your promise for the thousandth time or sorry that you’ve been such a shit husband for the past few months?!”

“______-”

“no tenya. you do this every single time! every time i want to spend time with you theres always something more important! what could be more important than your wife?!”

“______ you know my father-”

you laughed bitterly at the mention of his dad. he always had to be such a good little iida child, always on daddy’s beck and call. it made you sick.

“your father doesn’t even want us to be together! cant you see that he’s doing this on purpose! youre a grown man! not a child permanently tied to his mommy and daddy!” you spat

“hes giving more responsibility for the sake of the agency! for the ingenium legacy! why are you always so selfish when it comes to these things?”

“selfish? selfish?” you asked, incredulous. you couldn’t believe your ears.

“yes selfish. do you know how much i sacrificed to be with you? how much i already have on my plate on top of trying my best to make time for you?”

you stared in astonishment.

sacrifice?

what had he sacrificed for this relationship? he got to do what he wanted, come and go as he pleased with virtually no regard for how you felt or what you did. what sacrifice was there in that way of living?

“fuck you, tenya.”

tenya took a deep breath and ran his hand down his face. he chose his words carefully before finally saying, “i cant do this. im leaving.”

you could hear a pin drop in the room. you felt your blood pound in your ears as you stood up quickly, dizzy from the alcohol but still trying to process the words you had just heard.

leaving?

“youre leaving?”

“yes, i have to go. im not doing this with you, not now.”

your heart felt like it had been smashed by a sledgehammer, as you tried to regulate your breathing. leaving. he was leaving.

“w-wait,” you feebly attempted to cling onto him as he gathered a few of his things.

“tenya you cant leave me.”

“_____ i do not want to do this right now,” he sighed, easily shaking you off and moving to collect more things. his words were buzzing around on the inside of your skull. he was leaving.

leaving without so much of a second thought. he had been planning this. still unsteady on your feet you hobbled after him as quickly as possible, desperation taking over every fiber of your body. you didn't want to lose him, you just wanted your husband back, you happiness back.

“y-you cant do that! you cant leave me! i dont know how to survive without you, tenya, please-”

“_____, just go to bed. you’re drunk.”

you trailed him around the house,“no, you don’t get to decide when this is over. i'm the one whos been hurting for months you cannot just leave me by myself.”

iida spared you one last glance before grabbing his bag, “goodbye, _____”

crushed, you sank to your knees, leaning on the couch for support. you felt like you were dying., hell, you probably were dying. you had never had so much to drink in your life, and you were desperate to make the pounding pain in your chest stop.

you cried yourself to sleep that night, waking up to the sunlight coming through the window with a splitting headache. you felt like your skull was trying to crack itself open from the inside but you shakily got to your feet, remembering bits and pieces from your fight with iida.

you could tell he didn't come home last night; everything was exactly the way you had left it last night. the house alarm was still on, and his shoes were gone.

he actually left.

anger bubbled in your chest as you thought about what had actually happened. you would not let him get the last laugh, or be the last one left, the one waiting on him patiently to pick up the pieces after trying to keep it together. you would leave too, as much as it hurt, and show him just how selfish you could be.

in a flash, you haphazardly packed a bag with essentials and had texted your friends that you needed a place to stay for a few days. you didn’t get into specifics- your heart ached too much to relive the events of the previous night- but you told them you had reached your limit and you needed to take some time to cool off.

alternatively, iida did not sleep that night. after finishing patrols, he stayed at his brother’s apartment out of pure convenience, not feeling prepared to face you after everything that had transpired between the two of you.

the dark-haired man laid staring at the ceiling of tensei’s guest bedroom, wracking his brain and trying to pinpoint how things had gone south so fast. he wanted to fix things, but really didn’t know how. he couldn’t even tell you what was broken, let alone how to begin to fix them.

his brother had tried to give him advice after listening to the entire story, but there was only so much he could do. he knew that you were right, their father was keeping him from you on purpose, slowly making tenya think that he was in the right in an attempt to break you up, but he couldn't be the one to tell him.

tenya had to come to that conclusion himself. he needed to be the one to set boundaries and save your relationship, but from the looks of it, soon any attempts would be futile.

“_____? darling?” iida called as he came into your home. immediately noticing your missing shoes, he moved to the bedroom in a flash, checking to see if you had just moved them or something.

the room was a mess, drawers left open and clothing strewn across the bed and floor. the bathroom had been cleared of almost all your essentials, and a note was left on the dresser. gingerly, iida picked it up and read it, offering up a silent prayer that it didn't say what he thought it did.

i don't know when you'll see this, or if you ever will. if you're reading it, that means you came back home but you will not find me there.

im tired, tenya.

im tired of always being the one to extend the olive branch or bend over backwards for you.

i refuse to be in that position any longer. i love you… i love you so much it hurts sometimes because i know this isn't the way things were supposed to be. but you left, and so i decided to leave too.

if a way to fix things exists, i want us to find it, but right now i need some time to reevaluate us and what that means. i hope you understand, i know you will.

if you want to reach out, im open to talking about this further, but for right now i need to think.

goodbye.

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[dollslayer]

Please continue the Scandal-based Steve fic, you write the best angst ever!!!!

A/N: As you wish! Thank you so much for reading, hope this is up to par 💖 (ps- if you commented on the first one I'm tagging you for this follow up, no permanent tags tho don't worry!)

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter

Warnings: pseudo-cheating, angst, alcohol consumption, swearing, love triangle, secret relationship

Part One HERE I Main Masterlist

It’s been an entire week since you walked out on Steve. He never did find the words to tell you that he wasn’t going to leave Peggy, but you never found the words to explicitly leave him, either. You were both in a game of chicken that you’d unknowingly started and neither of you had found the courage to finish it.

It was so easy when you were swept up in the moment, a storm of anger and hurt that finally came to a breaking point. But now you were past it and found yourself lost. The only thing making you feel better was seeing that Steve was having just as hard a time as you were. He wasn’t as outgoing, he was making dumb mistakes, he was off his game. You didn’t necessarily want Steve to suffer but it was reassuring in some way, to know that he felt anything for you. You just wanted this entire mess to be over.

But when the mess was over, what would you want to come of it? Do you even want to be with Steve any more? Or do you just not want him to be with Peggy? Thinking it through, what you felt for Steve was real, real enough to pull on your heartstrings and real enough to hurt. After all of the grief that Steve has caused you you’re not sure that you could properly forgive him. Maybe over time but you couldn’t see yourself trying to rebuild your relationship when the two of you had so much else to focus on.

So now you were caught in some sort of relationship purgatory because you were too afraid to end it. And he was too much of a coward to admit he’s been in the wrong this whole time. Honestly you can’t justify Steve’s actions on any level when it came down to it. His men are in the midst of war and fighting Hydra and he really thinks that a relationship is going to be their saving grace and reassurance? Bull.

On some level, no matter how deep it is, Steve saw something for her that he didn’t see in you and he felt some affection for her. Maybe saying that the relationship was just a front was his way of covering his real feelings for her. But he’d be damned if he thought he could have his cake and eat it too. You’d spent many a night cycling through this thought process and ending up right where you started.

Getting nowhere in your deliberating you decided to bury yourself in your work. You’d always felt that it was fulfilling work, you helped civilians and military alike with your work and you were damn good at it. So you plunged head-first into your codebreaking and strategy-forming and put your in-limbo relationship on the back burner.

Throwing yourself head first into work turned out to be in your best interest for the time being. The last two missions had been a success but per usual, you had gone unrecognized. That’s fine, you didn’t need to be patted on the back every time you excelled but every once in a while it would be nice. And thanks to your codebreaking, once again, you find yourself stuck in the corner of the dingy pub you had lost your mind in just a week ago. Unappreciated. Or so you thought.

You sat back thinking Steve wasn’t under Peggy’s thumb this time but he was trying his best to make the most of the moment over a pint with the rest of the commandos. And you were back in what was becoming your usual corner of the pub, sipping on a dry red wine. It was bitter on your tongue but after the week you’ve had you needed a drink, even if it meant seeing them.

“You did good back there, thank you” Bucky’s voice shook you from your thoughts. “Okay if I sit?”

You were so caught off guard by anyone really speaking to you, let alone praising you that you couldn’t find anything to say. You just stared at Bucky with wide eyes before nodding slowly. He settled into the chair next to you and took a swig from his bottle.

“You know, on the outside you don’t seem like you’re gonna be much but when you put yourself to work… it’s somethin’ else. You’re a natural.” Bucky told you.

“Um, thanks, I guess?” You brushed off the compliment to give him one of your own, “We wouldn’t be sitting here right now if it weren’t for you all. I’m just some codebreaker, you’re the one doing the leg work”

“Give yourself some credit, you deserve it.” Bucky patted you on the shoulder and for the first time in weeks you felt a spark of genuine happiness. You shyly smiled up at Bucky and took a sip of your wine.

“So, you wanna tell me what’s got Steve snappin’ his cap at everyone? You two break up?”

Your eyes rounded in surprise. You were so sure that no one had known. You were so sure Steve didn’t want anyone to so it didn’t occur to you that Bucky might’ve known.

“Did… Steve tell you? About us?”

“Didn’t have to. I ran after him to talk a few weeks ago and found you two smoochin’”

Your face heated in slight embarrassment but you nodded in understanding.

“I just… it’s not fair that he should show her off like she’s his sweetheart while I’m treated like some dirty secret. I gave him a piece of my mind and he wasn’t able to cope. But I don’t know where this leaves us. He didn’t split but there’s just no way we could go on like this.”

Bucky looked a little miffed but grunted in affirmation. He shook his head and clenched his jaw.

“I knew he and Peggy weren’t for real but what he’s been doin’ to ya ain’t right. Sorry Steve’s been such a knucklehead. My two cents, you go back to him and confront him. And if he’s too much of a punk to see what he’s got you walk.”

You shakily exhale and take another gulp before setting your palms flat against the table.

“Easier said than done, but you’re right”

“I love him, he’s my brother but forget him if he’s too much of a jerk to know what he’s got. But for now let’s just get pleasantly drunk, whaddya say?”

Rather than giving him an answer you downed the rest of your glass and put it down on the table. Bucky was looking at you with a toothy grin.

“Atta girl”

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The evening had been as promised, you were pleasantly drunk and for the first time in weeks you were letting yourself enjoy the moment. Bucky was funny and kind to you when no one else had even batted an eye and you found yourself grateful for his company that night.

You were humming to yourself as you walked back to your room but just when you reached for the door a hand reached out for your wrist. You didn’t need to look up to know that the hand belonged to Steve. You denied yourself the comfort you found in physical contact and reminded yourself of the situation. You sighed and looked up to him expectantly.

“You and Buck? Just what the hell’s going on?” Steve demanded.

“Oh so now you want to talk to me? You only care now that you’re not my main focus?” You shot right back at him. You swayed slightly, tipsy still from the wine.

Steve’s jaw tensed and he schooled his features though you could tell he was simmering on the inside.

“No”, he said calmly, “I just wanted to know. If you’re trying to make me jealous it’s not going to work.”

“Well I wasn’t trying but apparently it is working.”

Steve’s hands balled into fists and you could see veins beginning to spout in his hands. He didn’t say anything so you continued.

“I give you an ultimatum and tell you how much you’ve hurt me and you only come back once I turn my attention to your best friend? He’s the only one that’s said a nice word to me this whole time. The rest have been caught up in the lie you’ve been spinning with Peggy!”

Your anger was getting the better of you but you were letting it. Anger got you through it the first time, it’ll get you out no matter how it ends.

“That’s not fair-”

“You’re not fair, Steve. The way you’ve been treating me, it isn’t right! I gave you a choice and you’ve been dragging your feet. I’m going to ask you one more time, Steve. Me? Or Her?”

Steve was silent again, you could tell he wasn’t thinking about what he wanted, but he was forming an answer. Deep down you knew it would come to this. He’s never going to hold your hand in public, there’s never going to be an apartment in Brooklyn, there’s never going to be an us between you. Maybe there never was.

Steve started to call your name but you shook your head and scrunched your eyes closed in a mixture of frustration and pain. Tears were welling in your eyes but you’d be damned if Steve Rogers would see a single one fall. He doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve you, he never did.

“I’m sorry…” Steve offered lamely.

“No, you’re not.” Maybe that wasn’t fair of you to say, Steve did look to be in genuine emotional pain over this but right now you didn’t care. If he had felt any true remorse he wouldn’t have let himself get anywhere with Peggy in the first place.

“I really did want all of that with you, I still do. We could still have it, we just need to get through this, please.”

You shook your head and started ushering him towards the door.

“No, Steve. That’s all gone now. You had your chance but I’m worth more than how you treat me.”

You opened the door and waited for him to leave.

“I think you should go. I don’t have anything left to say to you.”

With that Steve sighed heavily but left with his head hung between his shoulders. You could’ve sworn he was crying but you didn’t care if he was. He made this happen and he didn’t treat you right. So this is what happened.

Tears finally make their way down your face but you don’t feel sad. It’s cathartic almost, like a weight lifted. You’d probably put in for a transfer with the SSR just to save the team the grief but for now you’d keep your head down, keep working. Damn Steve Rogers for not seeing in you what you saw in yourself and damn anyone else that didn’t either.

[tomuraxashes]

‘Sorrow’

Its nothin canon just a stuff to shatter your heart 😌

Ch: you again? I can’t believe. I was so happy thinking you are gone forever

I really can’t believe my eyes. Is that really you? I thought it’s all over and I never gonna see you again.

Ch: I thought you finally killed yourself successfully, you suicidal maniac.

I was more than desperate all this years. I could not find you, I could not track you down, I wasn’t sure if you are alive or not, this uncertainty was eating me over. So.. You really did it then? I thought you are finally over it.

I thought.. I wished… I wanted to believe so badly that you found something meaningful in this something we call life. That the time we spent together, our memories, our bond .. was real, and could mean something to you, something to hold into, to prioritize, to be the reason for not just throwing it away. I wanted to believe it.

Ou/ eu /topos , huh? I wanted this utopia to be real. So badly

Ch: The night you were gone, I opened the best bottle of Cabernet Savignon I ever had!

I opened it and drank it every day, crying a river over my agony, imagining that you are sitting in front of me and drinking our favorite wine with me. I heard you making comments on the wine, than your horrible jokes and even some suicidal thoughts. This is the point when I shouted with you to shut up, and so we started to argue, upon so many pointless things; and then you ended up calling me chibi.

Cheers. I was too drank to be properly annoyed and beat the shit out you, and I told you so, that I’m gonna finish you off for this but tomorrow because I’m not sober enough for that.

You would laugh. I should hear it by now, but I cannot. I cannot, because you aren’t laughing. You haven’t said a single thing since the beginning of the night. Your glass is still full of wine, you didn’t drink a single drop out of it.

You fucking did nothing. Because you were not present. You were not there with me for real, it was just my imagination, - you were there only in my mind - I was actually drinking alone. I got drunk alone. I fell onto the couch, and the next day, I wake up there, because you didn’t grab my unconscious body and didn’t take me into our bed. Into my bed.

Ch: When I heard you are alive I was this close to jump into a river

Indeed. It was out of the blue. You are alive. You are all right. I should be glad, yet ..

You .. are working on the other side now, so we are somewhat enemies or what..

Why tho? Why did you leave without a word back then? And now, why did you appear so suddenly and acting like nothing happened? As if there was nothing between us? As if you were not a freakin mafioso and now you act as the good guy?

Why? What for? Who made you do this? They forced you, didn’t they? Or you’d do it out of your free will?

No, you have no fckin morals, you’d never.

As if you’d care…

Hn. I see now.

You don’t care.

Ch: You don’t care. ..

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(Let’s make it even more hurtful huh?)

D: For what should I care exactly, Chibi?

[c-watches-too-many-shows]

‘The One’ - Mat Barzal (Part Two)

It’s finally here! Sorry it took me so long to write it, uni is killing me. Like and reblogs are always appreciated!

Hope you like it!

PS: I didn’t proofread it so almost sure there are some errors sorry!

Part 1

Masterlist

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: implicit mention of sex (?)

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Tonight was Mat’s night, he was scoring goal after goal and he knew the reason. Every time he had the puke he advanced with one thing in mind: you. Knowing that he could look up and find you there in your old spot between the wags, smiling and cheering for him was all the fuel he needed to play what was probably his best game of the season so far.

You had missed it so much. The mere feeling of being there surrounded by everyone, the atmosphere of the place, it was electrifying. However what you had missed the most definitely was the way his head would instinctively shoot up after each goal, each assistance; his eyes meeting with yours and being able to express to him how proud and happy you were with just one look.

Before you knew it the game was over, the boys rushed to the locker room and you stayed with the girls waiting for them. That’s when the nerves started kicking in. There was only one thing left for the night and you still weren’t sure what to expect.

Ever since your encounter earlier that week you haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Nevertheless no matter how much you thought about it you never seem to find an answer to all your doubts. You were still clueless as to how the night could turn out. Were you going to get back together? Or just talk until you came to the conclusion that there was no solution?

Part of you wanted everything to go back to how it was a year ago, get back together and forget you even thought you could live without each other. But another part, the more rational one, kept reminding you that even a year later you still had the same problems you did then, nothing had or could change really. So was it worth trying again just to stumble over the same stone and having to go over the same painful process of walking away from him?

Your thoughts were interrupted when the locker room opened and Mat was the first out.

“Hey superstar!” You walked up to him. His face lit up when he saw you there. This was surely another thing he had missed, having you there to celebrate the triumphs and comfort him after the defeats. He didn’t hesitate and pulled you into his chest, arms holding you tight against him. His smile only grew when he felt you hug him back.

“That was amazing. Really. I haven’t seen you play like that since…” you started to say as you pulled away but words died in your mouth when you realized where the sentence was going.

“I know.” he replied.

“What about me? Wasn't I amazing?” a familiar voice added from behind you and soon you felt an arm around your shoulders.

"Yes you were amazing as well Tito" you said turning to the blonde next to you.

"Thank you." he said before tightening his grip on you, giving you a side hug. Mat observed the interaction happily, trying to hide the grin on his face. "Come on, first round is on me."

"Not today man." Mat mumbled between his teeth, brows raising trying to signal to his best friend this was not the moment. It took Tito second to realize where he was screwing up. Once he did he mouthed a ‘sorry’ to his friend, lips pursed into an awkward grin.

"We can go if you want. I don't mind-" you started to say but he was quick to cut you off.

"I don't want to." he stopped you, sounding a bit rough. You looked at him confused, you knew Mat loved celebrating with the guys after a win, especially after a big one like the one they had today.

"I mean I obviously enjoy going to celebrate after a win, but tonight all I want is to be just us and, you know, talk." he clarified after seeing the muddled look on your face, reassuring you he was okay with missing out tonight, he had something way more important to do.

"Ok.” you agreed with him, knowing that there was a certain conversation that needed to happen. “Let me say goodbye to the rest and then we can go." you told him before turning around and walking away.

He watched you as you hugged his teammates and their partners, loving how you just fitted between them, like you were always meant to be part of this group that had become his chosen family. It was clear to him that you were what was missing from his life, he already knew it but seeing you back in it only confirmed it. In that moment he understood he was willing to do anything to have you back.

"Sorry man I forgot." Tito brought him back to reality. He just titled his neck brushing it off. "So how are you? Nervous?"

"Very." he replied as he kept on shifting his weight from side to side.

"What do you think she'll say?"

"I honestly don't know. I just hope she takes me back. If she says no I-I don't know-" He started getting anxious at the mere thought of you rejecting him. Tito could perceive this and tried to calm him down.

"She's gonna say yes Mat. You two are meant to be, known it since the day you presented her to us."

"I really hope you're right." he replied but you were back before he could start spiraling again.

"Ready?" he asked as you stood next to him. You nodded and went to give Tito a final hug.

“Listen to him. Please.” he murmured into your ear, low enough so Mat wouldn’t hear him. Your heart shrinked, it sounded almost like a pleade.

"Goodbye Beau.” You pulled away with a smile. “Take a shot for me."

"Oh I will."

With that you both turned around and started making your way to the parking lot side to side. Your left hand accidentally brushed his right one and it sent a shock down your spine. Mat obviously noticed your reaction which made you look away, embarrassed of how much effect he still had on you with such little things. You were surprised when you felt his hand slowly slip into yours.

He knew he was taking a risk, not sure what your response would be. However you didn’t pull away, you even gave his hand a slight squeeze. He beamed down at you and a guilty feeling started growing on you. Maybe you shouldn’t have done that. You didn’t want to give him false hopes, especially when you still didn’t know how you wanted the night to go.

-

It was going to be a simple night, no fancy outing or anything, just dinner at his place and then eventually the so equally dreaded and anticipated talk.

Once you were at his place you were surprised to see everything was pretty much the same. Everything was exactly where it used to be, even the portraits with pictures of the two of you and the small basket with blankets he had bought after you had told him how cold his apartment would get some nights. He never understood that until one night, meryl days after your break up when he found himself alone watching the tv unable to sleep shivering, and the only comfort he could get were those blankets. But not necessarily because they kept him warm, only because they still had your essence.

“I obviously didn’t cook.” he informed you as he placed his bag near the door and made his way to the kitchen.

“Obviously.” you teased following him closely.

“We can order whatever you want and .. I bought this” He turned around with a bottle of your favourite wine in his hands. You smiled at the sweet gesture, he still remembered.

As he turned back to grab the corkscrew and open the bottle, you went to the cupboards to grab two glasses. Then passed them to him and took a seat on the counter next to him as he poured the drink. He gave you one glass and proceeded to lean against the kitchen island in front of you.

The whole scene felt so familiar, it had happened countless times when you were together, casual evenings drinking wine in his kitchen as you told him about your day or talked about his last game.

He watched you take a sip of your glass as your eyes wandered through the kitchen and a thought sneaked into his mind, a dirty one. It wasn’t exactly a thought, it was more of a memory. His cheeks went red and he tried pushing it away but he couldn’t.

“Do you remember…” he started to say, not sure if he should bring it up or not.

“Ander’s birthday last year?” you finished his sentence. The same thought had taken over your mind the second you sat on the counter and rested your head against the cupboard.

“Yes!” he let out with a chuckle, letting his head fall back with relief.

“We were wasted.” you pointed out as you remembered that night.

You had both drank a little too much at Anders birthday and after somehow making it back home in one piece you didn’t make it past the kitchen. Your breath hitched as you recalled his strong arms lifting you and placing you on the counter, your hands tangled in his hair, his lips on your neck, your legs around his waist.

“Still some of the best sex I’ve ever had tho.” he pointed out.

“Oh for sure. I still have a small scar in the back of my head as proof.” you added causing both of you to crack up. At some point that night you had hit yourself with the cupboard behind you, but you were so drunk you only realized the morning after.

“We had some good times, didn’t we?” you said reminiscently once the laughter had died.

“We can still have more.” he corrected you.

“Mat...” The gloomy tone on your voice warned him.

“Let’s wait until after dinner to talk about everything, ok?” he suggested and you nodded, not wanting to ruin the nice moment you were just having. There would be time later to have that serious conversation, even if you didn’t want that time to come. He could tell how you were starting to drift away in your thoughts, certainly not good ones, so he rapidly changed the topic. “What do you want to eat then?”

“Maybe pizza? I’m not in a fancy mood.”

“Pizza it is.”

The pizza arrived in a matter of minutes, you insisted on paying since he had bought the wine, and he had to hold back the casual comment of how he’d be paying the next time, because he didn’t know if there would be a next one but he did know pushing you would only lower his chances of ending the night on a good note.

You decided to move the dinner to the living room where you’d be more comfortable. Both of you sat on the large couch, glass of wine in one hand slice of pizza in the other.

-

An hour later the pizza was long gone, so was the wine. You had talked about practically every topic, both of you too scared to touch the one you were there to talk about in the first place.

The room went silent and you knew it was time.

“So …”

“It’s time, isn’t it?” He placed down his glass on the small table, getting ready for what was about to come.

“Didn’t you want to have this conversation?” you chirped him up a little to take the tension off.

“I did- I do! Doesn’t change the fact I’m nervous as hell.” He ran his hand through his hair, something he’d do when he was on edge.

“Don’t be, it's same old me Mat.” you told him trying to calm him down, but also trying to calm yourself, reminding you it was Mat after all. No matter how things turned out tonight, it was Mat, nothing bad could happen.

He took a deep breath, mentally going over everything he needed to say. He had even practiced it with Tito, something his best friend would tease him about for the rest of their lives. He wanted to have the right words to express how he felt, scared one wrong move could blow his last chance with you.

“I missed you so much Y/N. I still can't believe I ever let you go. I replay that night in my head over and over again and I don’t understand how I just let you leave. We were having a fight because I was gone all the time and when I wasn’t gone you were working, and I was mad because there was nothing I could do about it and you were mad too. I don’t even remember who proposed it-”

“It was me. I was the one who said maybe breaking up was the better option.” you cut him off. Flashbacks of that night started rushing to your head as he spoke and you certainly remembered things differently.

“It wasn’t just a fight Mat, it was the same fight over and over again. I know that sometimes we forget about the bad things and just keep the nice memories, that’s what we were doing days ago in the coffee, but the bad moments still existed Mat, it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Towards the end we’d fight almost weekly and it was always the same, we fought until we were exhausted and then we’d just push it away and pretend everything was fine because we both knew there was no solution for our problems.”

You told yourself you’d have an open mind, not discard the idea of getting back together immediately because you knew part of you wanted that. Nevertheless ignoring the problem you had would not solve anything. You needed Mat to accept things weren’t good, recognize you had problems. If not things were destined to fail once again.

“I know. I know we had problems, I remember the fights, but we can learn from them. It doesn’t have to be like that this time.” he was quick to add. It sounded childish but he had thought of good comebacks, almost as if he was preparing for an exam, the hardest and most important of his life.

However you had good arguments too. You wanted to believe him, you wanted to believe this time would be different but how could it be if everything was still the same?

"Nothing has changed Mat. You still have to travel and train and even if you could somehow spend less time away it would be selfish from me to ask you to. It's your dream Mat I'm not gonna do that. Plus I'm putting my job first too so it would be hypocritical of me to ask you not to do the same."

He knew what you were doing, he knew you too well not to. You were closing the door before it was even open because you were scared. Still he understood why it was like that, you were right up to a certain point, but he wasn't about to give up, not when he finally had the chance to say everything he had been wanting to ever since that horrible night.

“You’re just thinking about the bad things. Remember all the good times we had Y/N, don’t you think it’s worth it? Because I sure think it is.”

In a leap of faith he scooted closer to you and grabbed your hands that were resting in your laps. He needed the contact, he needed you to feel how honest he was being, how much he wanted this.

“We still have it, I know we do, I felt it in the coffee shop days ago, tonight at the game, on the drive here, as we were having dinner. I know we have it, I know we can make it.”

That all too familiar knot started forming in your throat and your vision went blurry with tears that threatened to fall any second. He was tearing down your barrier, but behind it all you could show were the wounds from the past.

"I don't want to go through it again Mat. It hurt-” you started to say but your voice broke mid sentence, you couldn't hold it anymore. “The fighting, the impotence, the break up, trying to move on. It all hurt too much I can't do all of that again." you cried out, too busy feeling all the emotions you had bottled up to feel embarrassed for the scene you were causing.

Mat was heartbrokened. He hated that he was the reason for those tears rolling down your cheeks. For a moment he considered giving up, he couldn't see you like that anymore, he couldn't bear the thought of him being what caused you so much hurt.

But he didn't. ‘One last time’ he told himself. One last time and if you said no then he’d accept it. It would kill him yes, but he would accept it because you were all that mattered to him and if letting you go was the right thing for you he'd do it. He'd do anything for you.

With that in mind, knowing it would be his last attempt, he started getting anxious. He could feel you slowly slipping away from him. Nerves got the worst of him, it was evident when he started talking again.

"But we don't have to. We won't Y/N. You're it for me, I promise if we try again I won't let you go this time. Well I mean you can break up with me if we get back together obviously, I won't force you or anything- what I mean is I won't break up with you- Not that I ever wanted! But I-" he started stumbling on his words and you couldn't help but giggle. He felt pathetic but at least he was able to make you somehow feel better throughout the tears, that was a bit gratifying.

However he still needed to get it together, so he took a final deep breath trying to gather his thoughts. Already knowing what his next words were going to be he moved closer and gently placed a hand on your face, making sure you were looking at him when he said it because he needed you to see how much he meant it.

"I love you Y/N. I still do and I dont think I'll ever stop loving you.” Your eyes went wide at his words, deep down you knew it, but hearing it was different. You never thought you'd hear those words from Mat’s lips again, yet he was right in front of you saying it, looking at you with all the love in the world, and something started building inside of you.

“These past few months showed me what a life without you is like and I don't ever want to go through that again.” he continued, now more confident after seeing your reaction. “I want to wake up next to you. I want you to tell me about what weird dream you had while I make us breakfast. I want to pick you up from work every afternoon. I want you to wear my jersey and take you to all my games. I want silly fights about which movie we should watch. I want to come home to find you asleep on the couch and pick you up and tug you to sleep. I want to show you off to everyone. I want to make up after every fight. I want to start and end every single day with you. I want to get married and have kids and grow old.”

With every sentence your smile only grew bigger, you tried to contain it but you couldn’t hide it anymore. Mat noticed this and got so excited he kept on going to the point he even forgot where he was going so he took a pause before finishing his confession.

“What I’m trying to say is: I love you Y/N. I love you so much and I know we can make it work. Please give us a second chance”

You looked at his eyes one final time. They were full of hope, something you lacked but you were sure he had enough for both of you. All the reasons why this wasn’t going to work didn’t matter anymore, not when you had the love of your life in front of you telling you he still loved you, fighting for you, reassuring you you’d make it this time. You couldn’t say no to him, most importantly you didn’t want to. You wanted him as much as he did, you missed him as much as he did and you loved him as much as he loved you.

You leaned forward, resting your forehead against his, needing the extra touch as encouragement to say something you’d been holding in for too long.

“I love you.” you whispered, lips less than an inch apart from his, noses touching. Your eyes were closed but you could feel his smile. He let out a deep breath, the weight he had been carrying for so long finally being lifted off his shoulders. He couldn’t count how many nights he dreamed of you saying those words to him, it was surreal.

“I love you” he replied before shortening the distance between your lips and finally kissing you.

It was all he had imagined and more. He already knew your lips, but this time it was different, his heart fluttered the second your his lips were on yours.

It started as a gentle kiss. You’d smile against each other, giggles escaping from both of you because you couldn’t contain your happiness. Whispering ‘I love you’s between kisses. It was a mess of a kiss, but a beautiful one.

Then your hands sneaked to the back of his neck, pulling him closer till there was no space between your bodies. You leaned back on the couch with Mat on top of you. It was slow and soft, bodies melting into each other. One of his hands stayed on your face, thumb caressing your cheek, while the other went to your waist. Your hands started roaming over his body; his neck, his shoulder, his back, his hair. He yearned for your touch.

It soon turned into an openmouthed kiss, almost sexual. It was fiery, full of passion, almost like your bodies missed each other for so long and now that they were back together you couldn’t pull away, but you also didn’t want to. At some point he turned you around, making you lay on top of him. Now his hands were the ones wandering over your body.

The kiss was long and it only ended when you had run out of breath, if not it could have gone on forever.

“I missed that.” he breathed out, unable to breath. Your forehead still gently placed against his.

“Me too.” you replied with a hoarse voice trying to catch your breath.

“I missed you.” he added, accentuating the ‘you’. You lift your head to look at him.

“I miss you too Mat.” you murmured placing a final kiss on his lips before nestling in his chest. He hummed in content, leaving one hand in your lowback and the other going to tenderly stroke your hair.

“I honestly was expecting you to try and extort me with a puppy.” you said out of the blue making him laugh, feeling his chest vibrate against your cheek with every laugh.

“Oh Tito suggested it and I thought about it, but you’re too smart, wouldn’t have fallen for it.”

“I don’t know, maybe it would have saved us all this trouble.” you joked, placing your chin on his chest to see his face.

“Excuse me?” He looked down at you with furrowed brows and an offended expression. “I just opened my heart for you and you call it ‘trouble’?” You were the one laughing now and he soon joined.

“God I missed this.” he said, pressing you impossibly closer to his body.

“I love you.” you told him once again, stretching your neck to place a kiss under his jaw. He’d never get tired of hearing those words coming from you.

“I love you too.” he replied, placing one on the top of your head.

With your heart beating against his, for the first time in months, he felt at home. That piece that had been missing was finally back, he was complet.

[justgenshinstuf]

Could I possibly request some team headcanons for Diluc, Razor, Barbara, and Diona? :pensive:

Thank you for the request! I hope you don’t mind me making a deeper dive into Diluc and Diona’s relationship in this one, focusing a bit on this little scenario I had in mind for them.

Team Headcanons: Diluc, Razor, Barbara and Diona

Diluc was kind of reluctant to work with other people at first.

He was sure he is competent enough to deal with every mission himself and even thought out a plan to finish the task the Traveler gave them beforehand all on his own.  

Barbara completely busted him when he tried to sneak out of their hideout and lectured him about it.

He stubbornly stated Diona was too young, Barbara not built for fighting and Razor... “He is certainly a powerful unit, but he is feral. He can barely speak for Barbatos’ sake”.

“You don’t talk much ether”. Barbara argued frowning, she was so disappointed in him. “You are not much better yourself. Traveler trusted us on this, so we need to work together!”

Diluc didn’t have much choice at this point. Going on a treasure hunt with a bunch of kids, what is he a nanny or something? He just hoped to get this over with quickly.

Needless to say, he underestimated pretty much every aspect of this situation they were in. If he was stubborn enough to get caught into this by himself there could be a great chance of him not returning back in one piece. This mission required more time and planning, Diluc needed a team.

Barbara is an absolutely extraordinary healer and a true fighter at heart. She won’t hesitate to throw herself into the thick of it to be helpful during combat.

When the battle is over she will be there, her little dress covered in dust, maybe a smudge of dirt on her round cheeks and ponytails ruined, but always with the brightest smile. “We did it!”

She seemed absolutely fearless and ready to do whatever it takes to win, to prove everyone who would judge her solely on her appearance wrong. 

She herself was amazed by what kind of drive she can feel from being an adventurer. She tried to improve her grasp on Hydro Magic everyday, not only for the sake of healing, but for fighting too.  

She may be a bit self-conscious about her powers, but when she gets better no one will dare to say she is not built for fighting.

Dedication to improving her strength aside, her main passion was still helping and healing. Barbara was always a little shining star of the group, trying to keep everyone’s morale up and to prevent quarrels.

She was also the only one Diona let close to herself at first. She kept her distance with Razor and especially with Diluc, her arch nemesis in Wine Business. “Ew, you give me the creeps! I’m only here to help Traveller with the mission!”

Razor tried his best to stay out of conflicts. “The pack must stick together”. But he still had some disagreements with Diluc on how to handle different situations better. Wolf senses against professionalism of a vigilante, desire to keep the group together against reckless self-reliance.  

In reality, Razor wasn’t the only one with the moral high-ground. Diluc’s behaviour was caused mostly by his desire to protect who he thought were too weak for the dangers they were facing, and a bit by his recent antisocial lifestyle.  

In fact, Diluc acknowledged Razor’s outstanding abilities and ferociousness, but still thought of him as a child, too young to deal with the darkness of this world. Same thing with Barbara’s determination and Diona’s agility and senses. “Possessing a Vision is not enough to fight evil”.

Diona was mostly intrigued by her teammates and happy to have them around, even tho she wouldn’t admit it. She would even go out of her way to show everyone the opposite of how she actually felt not too become vulnerable.

A bunch of people too used to keeping to themselves and poor Barbara trying her best to maintain a positive atmosphere. To say the truth, they just needed time.

Pretty soon Diona and Razor discovered their shared love for hunting. Diona still tend to say mean things along the road of “You smell like a wet dog!” or “Stay away, I don’t want to get fleas!”, like an insecure child she was, trying her best to build thick walls around herself.

One time Razor complimented her bow shooting skills and Diona’s little face turned as pink as her hair, little cat-ears twitching in excitement. “Don’t tease me, you mutt!.. You are okay with your hunting too... I guess”.  

She was now looking forward to evenings when Razor would ask her to come to the woods with him. “Ugh, what took you so long! We have boars to hunt!” And with more time they would even come up with a friendly competition of who gets more kills.

Barbara often starts her morning routine with healing their bruises and picking thorns from their hair after the night hunt. Razor especially loves when she uncombs and brushes his hair. “I can do your hair too sometime”. She teases Diluc jokingly. He always politely declines “Thank you, I’m good”.

It is possible to pinpoint the exact time their team dynamic turned to the better - the day Diona didn’t show up for the group meeting. Strangely, Diluc volunteered to go look for her, almost like he had a strong feeling something was off.

When he was almost ready to start panicking he found Diona hiding in a tree. She had watery red eyes and face smeared with tears. Diluc felt his heart think into his stomach. He usually barely knows how to deal with his own feelings, let alone someone else’s.

That was how Diluc first learned about Diona’s situation with her father. He then asked Elzer to do some snooping around Springvale to confirm some details of the story. Master Diluc was shortly informed about head hunter’s unchecked alcoholism.  

“Master Diluc, should I send people to deal with this matter?”

“No need, I would like to have a talk with him myself”.

Uncrowned King of Mondstadt suddenly turning up to his door one late night was a bit sobering for Draff. Diluc gave him a strong gaze, little flames flashing in his eyes for a brief moment. He welcomed himself to the table, taking a bottle of wine from it, spinning it a bit in his hands, examining his Winery’s label with fake curiosity.  

“Would be a shame if Mondstad’s most famous drink made children miserable, wouldn’t it”. He said thoughtfully to himself before sharply smashing the bottle against the floor.

Draff recovered from shock with a slight delay. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” He screamed, unable to control this burst of rage, still drunkenly slurring his words.

Red liquid that was now spilled across the floor suddenly inflamed, scaring Draff enough for him to lose his balance and fall backwards, so that hot tongues of spreading fire were now nearly reaching his face. The dark figure of Master Diluc was standing in the epicentre completely unflinched.  

He firmly stepped over bottle pieces, that were now melting into obscure shapes. His shadow was looming over poor drunk, whose face turned completely white, tiny cat-ears laid back.  

“I’m making sure I won’t need to come here again”. The flames went out as abruptly as appeared, leaving no trace of the fire that just broke out in the middle of the room. All of the wine burnt, but not a single floorboard damaged, only a faint smoky stench in the air.  

Diluc glanced over Draff one last time, making sure he made his point clear, before heading straight for the door. “Now let me excuse myself”.

After that fiery visit Draff surely laid off on drinking and Diona’s moods drastically improved, even though she never learned about that incident. She even became a bit closer with Diluc, who would now be much softer with her, trying to do what he can to make her life easier.

He even took her fishing one time, something her father haven’t done in ages. Diluc starting to act more like a big brother to Diona surely made Barbara very excited. “See, Razor, I told you they just needed some time!”

[asian-hero]

ola! so i recently found your blog and i honestly loved it. this idea has been on my mind lately and i think you're perfect for this. can u write a todoroki shoto imagine where he's conflicted if he truly loved his quirkless s/o or he just loved the idea of f**king with his dad in his rebellious "phase". make it angsty tho! ;)

A/N: Why does everyone feel the need to hurt me this way, I feel like I’m a good person who doesn’t deserve this

Pro Hero!Todoroki by the way, but I’m sure you guys know the drill

Summary: You’ve been in a relationships with Todoroki for almost a year now, and so far, it’s been pretty great. Of course, you’ve had your ups and downs, just like any couple, but you two have always managed to pull through. So, what happens when, on your anniversary, when the two of you decide to stay at home and get drunk, the rose tinted lenses come off, and all barriers are gone?

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You first met Todoroki Shouto when you were running late to your job. It was around eight in the morning, you had just run out of your apartment, carrying your jacket in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other. Of course, it was just your luck that, as soon as you were within sight of your office building, fate decided that things were running just a bit too smoothly, and soon enough you were colliding head on with another person, thus spilling your coffee all over yourself and onto the other person. When you looked up, an apology just waiting to spill out of your lips, you locked eyes with the number three hero, who was currently looking at you with both confusion and a bit of agitation.

After your starstruck gawking had ended, you immediately found yourself bowing deeply, an apology flowing from your mouth, along with a string of other ramblings that you couldn’t seem to hold in. He immediately calmed you down, saying something about how it wasn’t important, how you were the one who took most of the coffee hit, and that he should be the one apologizing to you. While the two of you were going back and forth on who should be more sorry, with you insisting that you should compensate him, if not for ruining his morning, then at least for all that he does for the protection of citizens like you, he told you that, if you truly wanted to make it up to him, then you should accompany him to a cafe of his choosing. After your shift, of course. So, just like that, the two of you had parted ways, though it wasn’t for very long.

Once you had finished at your job, you had walked out to find Todoroki waiting for you, for god knows how long. As the two of you had walked towards the cafe he chose, you couldn’t help but feel that the two of you had hit it off surprisingly well. Even as you had finally reached your destination, and the two of you were sitting, waiting for your meals to come, the conversation never really stopped. He would tell you about life as a hero, why he was interested in helping others, and you told him about how you also had wanted to be a hero when you were younger, but, when you had turned the ripe old age of five, and no quirk had presented itself, you had forced yourself to figure out a more, realistic, goal. 

Your conversations had never faltered, and once it was time to say good bye, you found yourself reaching out to him once more, offering that the next time you two hang out, you’ll be the one to pay for the meal. Luckily for you, he readily agreed, offering his number before heading out. 

Who knew that such an unlucky run-in would turn out to be a blessing in disguise?

Nearly a year later, you were in a loving relationship with the handsome hero, and you couldn’t have been happier. It hadn’t been necessarily easy, as it was hard to create a schedule where the both of you could be able to see one another, with his slightly hectic schedule and your job which actually, contrary to popular belief, didn’t end when you stepped out of the office, making it difficult. However, the two of you had made it through, and now, you were celebrating your one year anniversary. 

The two of you had decided that you wouldn’t make your celebration too elaborate, as you didn’t want to be disappointed if Shouto had to deal with a villain in the middle of a fancy night out, so you told him to just leave all the planning to you. It was much more of a task than you originally thought it would be, as while you had a multitude of plans running through your mind, it was hard to settle on just one. Fortunately, when Shouto had offhandedly mentioned how stressful all the paperwork at the office was, and how all he wanted to do was down a whole bottle of wine without having to think about the consequences, it all suddenly became clear to you.

It was why you could be found, just a few hours before Shouto was supposed to come over to your apartment, that you were at a liquor store, buying anything and everything that could fit into your budget, without buying too much excess that you knew you wouldn’t drink later.

A few bottles of some fancy wine, a quick stop to pick up some cheep beer, and a hole in your wallet later, you were back at home, arranging the bottles in the most aesthetically pleasing manner. Taking out two wine glasses, you carefully positioned them in front of the bottles, though you supposed it wouldn’t matter in the long run, as you were sure that the last thing on your mind would be where the glasses would go other than near your lips. Just as you had finished setting up, you heard a knock on your door. 

Brushing yourself off, you skipped over to the door, opening it to reveal a rather worn out looking Shouto, holding a bouquet of roses in one hand, while the other was shoved into the pocket of his coat. Smiling brightly, you pointed towards the flowers.

“Are those for me?”

When he nodded and held them out for you, you took them, moving them to your face and inhaling deeply. Once you looked back at him, you could see his eyes on your figure, and you couldn’t help the heat that rose to your face. Breaking away from his gaze, you took his hand in yours, dragging him into your apartment.

“C’mon, I have a surprise for you!”

As the two of you walked into your kitchen, you could practically see the confusion radiating off of the man. If you looked close enough, you could also make out a look of concern, most likely due to the large amount of alcohol that was currently sitting on your counter. Setting the roses off to the side, you moved to grab a bottle of wine and a bottle opener.

“You said that you were feeling stressed at work, and that you just wanted to down some wine to relax,” You pulled the cork from the bottle, setting it down on the counter while pouring a glass, “Well, what better night to do that than tonight?”

It took you physically pushing the glass toward him before he actually responded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Thank you, (Y/N),” He started, still a bit unsure, “But are you sure this is what you wanted to do tonight? I can’t imagine many people who would want to do this on their anniversary.”

“As long as I’m with you, it doesn’t matter what we do,” You said, as if it were the simplest answer in the world.

With one last quizzical look, he finally took a sip of the bitter beverage and sighed. You found yourself smiling as you poured one for yourself, feeling happy that you were able to get him to relax, even if just for tonight.

As the night carried on, and a couple of wine bottles were emptied, the two of you found yourselves to be a bit of a mess. Though, you were faring much better than Shouto, as you made sure to hold back, just in case anything went wrong. After the first couple of glasses, he seemed to have finally relaxed, and it was obvious that he was drunk, with the way his words slurred together, and how he could barely keep himself awake. At one point to tried to take the glass away from him, saying that it was probably time for him to sleep, only for him to snatch it away from you, mumbling something out about how he wasn’t finished yet. It was strange to see him act like that, but it would be hard to say it wasn’t a bit endearing.

Eventually, when he wasn’t able to hold his glass anymore without spilling, you pried it away from his hands, and walked back into the kitchen, setting them in the sink for you to deal with later. Walking back to the living room where the two of you had migrated, you noticed that Shouto had found himself in a face down position, with his face buried into one of your throw pillows. Huffing out a laugh, you moved to kneel beside him, running your hand through his hair, moving his bangs away from his face. At your touch, he lifted his head up slightly, looking at you through hooded eyes.

“Hey,” He whispered, as if telling you a secret in a room filled with thousands of people, “Can I tell you something?”

Raising a brow, you nodded your head. He sat up a bit, looking deadly serious. “You can’t tell (Y/N), okay?”

Feeling intrigued, and a bit concerned at the fact that he drank so much that he was unaware he was speaking with you, you nodded your head once more. “Okay, I won’t.”

He leaned in closer, his eyes slightly closed as he spoke:

“I’m not sure if I’m in love with her,”

You felt a pang in your chest, unsure of what to say. After reeling back a bit, you finally found your voice. “What do you mean?”

He tilted his head to the side, as if the weight was too much for his neck to handle. “She’s really nice, and a good person, but I don’t know if I even love her, or if—“ He cut himself off, nearly falling asleep mid sentence.

“‘If’ what?” You prodded, doing your best to hold in the tears that were threatening to fall.

He snapped back, his eyes opening blearily. “I don’t know if it’s her I love, or if it’s the idea of angering my father that I love,”

You could feel yourself start to lose control on your emotions. Perhaps it was the fact that you drank too much tonight, or the fact that the love of your life was telling you that he may only be with you so he could spite his father, you weren’t quite sure. All you knew is that you couldn’t hold back the tears as they ran down your cheeks.

“That’s cruel, Shouto.”

He sighed, resting his head down onto the pillow. “It doesn’t help that she’s quirkless,” Letting out a bitter laugh, he continued, “Everything my father would hate. It was just so easy, and now I don’t know what’s real,”

You bit your lip, desperately trying to hold in your sobs, but you couldn’t. Rubbing your eyes with your palms, you wanted nothing more than to kick him out, to let him sleep on the curb, but you knew that your heart wouldn’t allow it. As much as you detested it, how stupid you felt, you loved him. Even if he didn’t love you, you loved him too much to hurt him.

At the sound of one of your sobs, Shouto’s head snapped back up, this time, his eyes held concern. 

“(Y/N), are you okay?” He slurred out, moving to rest on his elbows.

You waved your hands in front of his face, not wanting him to look at you. 

“I’m fine,” You croaked out, putting on a bright smile, though you supposed that the tears dimmed it, “Go back to sleep, Shouto,”

As if you’d flicked a switch, his head fell back onto the pillow, and in moments, he was knocked out once again. Taking in a few shaky breaths, you stood up, moving to pick up one of your throw blankets. Draping it over his shoulders, you took one last look at his face, and you weren’t sure if you were angered or relieved by the peaceful look he had. 

Walking to your bedroom, you couldn’t feel anything but the bitter feeling in the pit of your stomach. You hated how easy it was for him to just rip apart your heart like that, how easy it was for him to tell you that you were just a pawn for him to get back at his father.

As you rested your head against your pillow, you found yourself hating your own heart as well, because even though his words had hurt, you couldn’t help but hold out for the fact that he still said he “didn’t know,” meaning that there was a possibility for him to love you.

You hated how your heart was still holding on, even while your brain was screaming at you to let him go.

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Pantie Tease (P.1)

Pairing: Pete Dunne x Reader Word Count: 674 Writing Prompt: Anon- could I request #11 with Pete Dunne x Reader and have it be a bit of a teasing kind of piece? Like maybe he eludes to him and reader having a night together and he teases her about it and that's how and why he has her panties?(Oh by the way I have your panties) Part 2.  Part 3. Final

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Moving another box into your spare room you saw wiping the sweat from your brow. Finally the last box was here and you were done moving, thanking everyone for their help. You wait for them to leave and begin cleaning up the takeout boxes and bottles. This was it you were finally in your new first house and it was exciting. Also a little nerve-wracking especially since you had spent the last three years with a roommate, is going to take a little time to get used to the silence.

Once everything is thrown away you begin to unbox stuff, you still had 24 hours with the large container outside and you wanted to get as many boxes out as you could to go to the recycling place. Listening to music playing from your phone you hum nodding your head along to the beat singing to yourself. It was almost ten-thirty at night so when a knock sounded on your front door, you jumped a little too hard. Walking over you look out the peephole frowning a bit then unlocking and opening the door.

"Pete? What are you doing here so late?"

"I was out of town most of the day and felt kinda bad that I didn't get to help you finish moving. So I uh, figured I'd bring a drink so we could celebrate."

"You felt bad? I told you it was fine, I didn't mind, I knew you already had it planned."

Letting him in you close the door behind him, locking it and going to the kitchen which you had started unboxing the day before. Grabbing two glasses you set them on the counter looking at him. 

"What did you bring?"

"I know you like this wine stuff so I figured I'd grab it."

"You don't like wine that much tho."

Pete shrugs giving you a slight smile as he fills the glasses.

"I don't mind just means next time we drink you gotta enjoy what I do."

He winks and hands the glass to you and the two of you clink glasses. 

"Here's to your new place, congratulations I'm happy for you and wish you happiness here."

"Thank you Pete I appreciate that and I really appreciate you coming here. To be honest I was a bit worried about being alone at night ya know cause I'm so used to roommates and stuff."

"It's understandable." 

Pete says raising his glass to you and sipping the wine, you smile sipping your drink.

"Oh by the way I have your panties."

Choking on your wine you cough patting your chest and looking at him. 

"E-excuse me? You what."

Smirking Pete reaches into his pocket pulling out your favorite set of panties, holding them in the palm of his hand. Reaching for them you frown when he pulls them back grinning at you. 

"How the hell do you have those!?"

"You don't remember? You left those at my house last week when you stayed over, we got a little drunker then I intended and well let's just say you had a good time. And you must have left them behind after and I figured I'd be kind to return them."

"We did what?"

Looking at with wide eyes you push a hand through your hair, sure you'd had a crush on Pete for the longest time. But you couldn't imagine that the two of you actually slept together AND you didn't remember any of it.

Feeling your face heat up you hold your hand out avoiding his gaze. 

"Thanks um for returning them."

"Oh trust me it is my pleasure."

Pete chuckles at the flush of your cheeks he couldn't help but laugh at how cute you looked. Of course he didn't take advantage of you while drunk, the two of you did fool around and almost slept together. But just after taking your undergarments off you passed out, so he redressed you and you both slept the night away. However, he was going to enjoy teasing you before admitting the truth. 

[mimithings97]

Wine and Cheese Nights (M)

Summary: Kicking back and relaxing to the sweet sweet burn of red wine and the even harsher sting of soft touches from your boyfriend, spells for cheesy conversation and great sex.

Pairing: Jungkook x Y/N

Genre: Domestic AU, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Handjob, Jungkook cumming in his pants, Dry humping, Swearing, Alchohol Consumption, Creampie, Hair pulling

Word Count: 6k

A/N: I legit started writing this when Jungkook got pissed on vlive, and I just never came back to it. It’s kinda cute tho. And now I’m beginning to realise I think I have a thing for making guys cum in their pants. Pls forgive me.

“Guk?” It’s a shout stretched across the wall between the both of you as you bend to be at eye level with the rack of wines.

You hear a vague mumble as an indication of his acknowledgement at your question.

“What are we going for, white or red?” You look amongst the choice, red wines littering your view whilst to your left, the glow of the fridge shows the selection of whites. Your palette is contemplating which would be most appropriate. The cool, refreshing sensation a white would bring or the richness that calms at the bottom of your stomach with a red. 

The contemplation when your boyfriend fails to reply is noted.

“I bought a couple of reds yesterday that we could give a go.” It comes as more of a statement than a question, albeit unintentionally, but it clearly shows that your subconscious is craving the feeling red wine brings.

“Oh, go on then. The Portuguese one though, I wanted to give it a try.” 

Automatic hands found themselves already taking Kook’s preferred option before he had issued it, so giving the label a once over and grabbing the two glasses you had already fished out of the cupboard, you round the corner into the living room. 

There was something about red wine and cheese by the fire, something that evaporated the chill from your body and spread a warm calmness through you. You knew the wine would cause a blush to your cheeks, and his. It would cause his touches to feel like a blanket of molten lava all over and the room to dissipate into background music and aimless conversation.

Guk was crouched, hair dishevelled and serene demeanour, attending to the fire that licked orange and red hues around the room and immediately heated the exposed skin on your legs and arms. 

The sight was pure homeliness. Him, dressed in a black buttoned up shirt, loosened at the first few buttons and sleeves rolled, with joggers, and you in merely a grey top, the cotton long enough to reach the middle of your thighs. It was comfort and carefree all at once.

Your uncovered feet found the softness of the blanket underneath once through the archway to the living area, and the back of your exposed thighs soon found the same fate on the leather sofa, heated by the glow of the fire your boyfriend still prodded and probed to his liking. 

The familiar creak of the cork against the bottle, followed by the pop as it was released, prompted Jungkook to finally join you. 

“Mmm,” sinking into the sofa beside you he mirrored how you leaned forwards, watching the wine chug into either glass, with a desire in his eyes.

“Which one is this again. The Porto?” He grabs at the bottle once you place it down giving the label a once over whilst you mumble a ‘yeh’.

You lean back, glass to lips, cool rim to heated skin, and take a sip, too eager to feel the slow burning warmth down your throat.

It doesn’t disappoint and as you take another sip you see Jungkook mirroring you, heads tipped back as the wine fills the gaps of tiredness with a comfortability instead.

“Shit,” he breathes out against the glass, finally leaning back against the sofa, eye level with you now as you smile at his reactions, eyes closed and throat bobbing with the sweet burn of alcohol that sets ablaze his cheeks almost instantly. 

“It’s good, isn’t it.”

“Mmm,” lifting his arm and nestling it in behind your neck to pull you against him, head on shoulder, as he hums his reply. 

“Your mum recommended it to me, actually.” You can’t see his eyes, but you sense the lift in them as he listens fondly, “said her and your dad found it when they went on holiday a couple of years ago and only just discovered they sell it in Korea.”

His hand strokes under the cotton of your sleeve, pulling you ever closer so he can place a kiss at the crown of your head between the messy stands that litter across your face, as you raise the glass to your lips.

It was one of those nights, those few nights of ease and tranquillity with little to nothing for distraction other than the others company. These moments came sparsely - him off venturing into alternate continents and even once home, you were often working in the evenings, digging into you wine and cheese nights with back straining work. So, when these moments came, like hell did they taste sweeter. 

He mumbles into your hair, kissing against your temple once he’s spoken but the words weren’t clear.

“Hmm?” 

He lifts himself to distinguish his words.

“Mum’s always had good taste.” He pauses a little before laughing breathily. “Why d’you think I’m a wine guy and not a beer one?” 

You turn to him to see that smile. That smile of adoration that speaks volumes.

“Shut up, you like beer. We always drink beer.” Surely he hadn't been lying with you just to appease your constant thirst for the cool alcohol. But his hand rises up to your cheek to thumb the crease that sets in between your brows as you frown at his lies and it fucking annoys you that it disappears instantly.

“Baby, I only drink beer because you like beer.” Prick. Literally the man begins chuckling to himself at your dismay, taking a final sip of his wine to finish his glass before he leans into the table in front to pour himself another.

“No... You drink beer with the guys as well.”

He leans out of you touch so when he leans back you throw your uncovered legs over his lap, him grabbing gently at your calves and feeling at the soft skin with his coarse fingertips.

“Yeh, but wine does something to you that beer doesn’t. Everything feels...” you watch him as he finds the words, “romantic.”

Cringy bastard is all you can think to yourself and the chuckle at him isn’t suppressed, as he rests his head back to reveal his jaw, sensing, with the flush of his cheeks, that the wash of alcohol had spread to his head already. 

Jungkook was never much of a drinker. But you always had revelled in that fact, how whenever you drunk together it was his full exposed self, transparent and candid, completely and utterly at your disposal. Perhaps wine was romantic then - it pushed all logic behind, all the ‘i love yous’ that you held back for inappropriateness or for fear of rejection were spilt. That’s what made wine and cheese nights so fucking good.

Mirroring him, you lean back into the arm of the sofa, head nestled comfortably in the cushions as your boyfriend's administrations up and down your legs sets goosebumps into your skin. You bask in the feeling with eyes drifting shut, and you fail to see the way Kook gazes at you. He maps yous face with his eyes whilst the wine eases down his throat. The way your sprawled hair reflects the red of the fire, the way your top hangs loosely and awkwardly around your neck to expose your protruding collar bones and the way that, despite the surrounding warmth of the fire, your nipple peek through your top. It’s only love and admiration in his eyes, and maybe they linger a bit on the perk in your top but he’s keeping that one to himself.

“You look pretty when you drink wine.” The smile that was already twitching the corners of your mouth up wipes fully across your face at his statement, one eye opening to see how he gazes at you with a toothy smile of his own.

“Hmm, and you get cringy when you drink wine.” You relax further into his touch as he laughs openly and you both finish the remnants of your glasses. He takes yours from you hold and places it on the table in front, not filling up for another but leaning back, knees bent now so your legs were lifted up to his chest.

He places a kiss, gently and slowly, on either ankle.

“Not cringy... romantic.” He traces his hand up the complete expanse of your legs now, thighs newly exposed from where the angle of your legs had ushered the material of your shirt down to your waist. 

“You always told me you were never one for romance though.” It’s a smug statement, a recollection of how you pined and pined for the boy who was all work and one nighters until the sex just wasn’t enough with you. The first woman to be loved by the great Jeon Jungkook wasn’t such a bad title to have.

That smirk that you paint only extends as you see his inner battle, leaning up and forward now into his hold on you.

“Shut up and give me a kiss.” He lowers your legs as he leans in and his hold on your waist becomes comforting, not desperate or hugely lustful but warm, romantic at a push. 

The contact is brief, his lips brushing softly over yours for a second or so before he brings a hand to your cheek. His thumb paves a line from your jaw to your lip, tracing over the smile that now takes hold. 

“D’you want another glass?” 

He barely thinks over it, instead, nestling his head into your neck and pulling you over his so you have legs either side of his, encasing the warmth of your bodies in a tight embrace.

“No, just stay here for a while,” and it’s a murmur that heats the soft skin of your neck. 

You do just that, stay in his hold, your hands threading into the hairs at the back of his neck and nails tracing the line between hair and skin. Slow hands wander under your top and stroke patterns across the expanse of your back. The wine causes a buzz in your head, a comfortable one that makes his touch more apparent, the feeling of his fingertips on you more vivid and you find yourself with your chin on his head, his hair tickling at that part between your neck and your jaw that has always been oh so overly sensitive.

“Baby, your hairs got long.” You pull at his roots with your hands and tug it outwards, examining just how long the strands have become since you last saw him.

“Mmm.” Is the sleepy response thrown your way, or perhaps he’s just absorbed in your touch and the feeling of such close proximity.

“It’s curly too.” 

You had never been able to fully appreciate the curl of his hair because it would only take shape once his locks were grown out. But now, with that strands long enough, his hair would bend and wave after a shower or once he had been sweating. It was unruly, but it was natural and you loved it. He didn’t think you would like him growing out his hair, but once he knew you did he spoke of how he would grow it until you could plait it, a fantasy that was spoken between the drunken giggle of another wine and cheese night.

You nestle further into his touch once releasing his hair, letting it flop down in various directions. 

“When we’re old...”

You automatically feel him smile into your neck at your words,

“... you should let it get long enough so you can tie it up...

“Mmhmm?” 

“... put it in a bun on top of your head and get your fridge out of your face so I can see your eyes.”

He pushes you back by the waist and leans his head off your shoulder, mouth wide in smile and eyes full of some kind of emotion you can’t pinpoint. 

“But you can see my eyes now.” 

And it’s true. Despite some strands falling into his eyelashes you can still see the emotion in the way he looks at you with his eyes. Windows to the soul that express far more than words could right now. For however long, you are swallowed into the abyss of the way he looks at you, complete absorbed in those few seconds of silence. Almost trance like.

He breaks it with a kiss to your cheek, short but full of sweetness. You laugh at how lost you had become in the previous few seconds, remembering how your conversation before was merely a fantasy of his hair.

“I just thought it’d be hot.” 

He rounds your face with his lips to kiss the other cheek.

“Mmm, so you think I’m hot.”

You let your laugh come to the surface, whilst he watches you, grins on full display.

“I mean, you have your moments.” He kisses your lips, this time, teeth clashing as your smiles fail to subside. 

This is wine and cheese nights, cheese not being the food, because, as if either of you were actually that posh. No, you called them wine and cheese nights because it was one of those few evenings you allowed yourself to indulge in romance, in the sticky, cringy, bliss, of being romantically and disgustingly in love. In a relationship that for the most part had to be concealed from the ordinary, public eye, wine and cheese nights allowed for the frankness of love.

“Are you sure that’s not the wine talking?” He mumbles into the kiss.

“Piss off and kiss me back.” You hands that were laid against his neck press with purpose now so he is pushed forwards into your lips, chuckling into it at your insistence. 

He hums into it once your lips move in the same way your hands go up and down his neck, nails and all.

There’s something about having his body so close, being lost in his touch that sends pangs of warmth through the expanse of your body and sends your mind wandering. 

You pull away but instead place soft kisses down his jaw and onto his neck with slow movements, your tongue occasionally pressing swipes into his skin and tasting the salty flush of his skin. 

“You’re always hot, wine or no wine.”

His hands move from their gentle movements at the expense of your back to your side, grasping tighter and firmer at the skin than before.

“You think?” He’s finishing for your words of flattery, his ego speaking up whilst you begin teasing at his neck with your teeth.

“Mmhmm...” strong hands roams your thighs now, fingers on bare skin making the action all the more tantalizing.

“...when you push your hair back,” you switch to the other side of his neck, whilst one hand reaches up to his forehead and grabs at the hair of his fringe to push it away whilst gently tugging and teasing at the strands.

“...mmm, when you take your shirt off from the back, you know, where you pull it with one hand over your head.” You can just envision him doing it now and it causes your hips to stutter the slightest roll into his crotch. 

His body is slack at this point, completely overtaken by the sensations you are putting on his body, you lips tight to his neck, hands grappling at his hair, hips grinding slowly into his. You feel his head completely lean back into your hand, and a breathy groan escapes him lowly.

You smile at his neck and lean off to see him, hair dishevelled under your hands and eyes closed. You give his fringe another pull so his throat is completely exposed and his groan is louder this time.

“... the way you love when I pull your hair.” 

You attack the junction of his neck, where his adam’s apple now bobs from how he tries to compose his breathing, kissing and sucking with vigour.

“You find that h-hot?” The question is all to breathy and low to hide how affected he is.

“Fuck, Guk, it’s so hot.” You accompany your words with another harsh tug and his response is instant, the grip he has on your hips digging in firmer and pushing you into his half hard crotch.

You love how aroused he is under your touch though, wanting him to submit further. You unlatch your lips and lean back, his eyes finally opening when he feels your hands grab at his. His expression is laced with confusion and curiosity when you guide his hands upwards, but his eyes turn purely lustful and dark when you settle his fingers into the hair at the back of your head, giving them a guiding pull at the roots to show him explicitly what you want.

There’s a brief twitch at the side of his mouth, a slight smirk before he is overcome by the sensation of your hips on his, your shirt bunched up so it is your skin is on his trousers. With a pull of your hair, his lips are on yours, hard and messy, both pushing your weight forward so there isn’t a space between you. 

He emits a groan when you shift your weight further onto his crotch and it causes you to smile into the kiss, an action he diminishes by biting into your bottom lip, hard, and groaning once again. 

Jungkook has never been good at telling you what he wants, conceding to patience and taking things slow, so by the way he pulls at your hair and pushes his hips up into yours, you know just how turned on he is, how much he wants to just fuck you on the sofa right now.

You can sense the shift in dominance at this point, with all his eagerness showing. His hips are now the ones taking control from underneath you, his hands being more insistent in your hair and his lips taking full advantage of how your head is thrown back and neck fully exposed. You indulge in the feeling for a moment, let him take over your body and devour every part of you. The sensation of his erection underneath you, pushing up into your clothed core makes you desire more, makes low moans spill from your mouth and makes your hips grind into his.

His head retracts from your neck and your eyes creep open to find his watching the movement of your hips against his, the way you circle against his crotch. He keeps one hand at your hair, no longer pulling as he is lost in the feeling of your movements, whilst the other hand comes down to your hip, digging fingers into your hip bone for some kind of purchase.

“You’re gonna fucking kill me.” His gaze trails back up to yours and you watch each other breathing heavily, his fringe now beginning to stick to his head as the wear of his arousal forms on his forehead.

You half hum, half moan at his statement as the friction pools lust within your stomach and down to your core. It’s not enough to send you into overdrive, but the clothed movements make you horny beyond belief. 

His fucked out expression tells you he is in the same predicament, struggling to control his motions now as his erection becomes painfully hard underneath you.

“You make me so fucking turned on it's unreal.” He grunts it out as he uses his hand on your hip to anchor you as he almost fucks himself up into you. You lean forward and place your open mouth to his jaw, trying to control your moans and you breathing as his actions become faster and more desperate.

His lips attach to the spot where your neck and shoulder meet, sending vibrations into your skin when he groans at your hips meeting his rhythm. 

Subconsciously, one of your hands that was still latched into his hair for purchase, moves down over his shoulder, between your chests and down towards the spot where your hips meet. He doesn’t feel the movement until you grasp firmly at the outline of his erection through his trousers and the suddenness of your attack causes him to let out a moan into your skin.

“Fuck,” it’s a mere whisper as your hand is pressed down by your hips, giving extra friction that he clearly appreciates by the way his breath stutters and his forehead now presses to your shoulder.

“This is how turned on you are for me?” You whisper into his ear, breathy but seductive.

“Fuck y-yes.” 

Pushing down harder now, your hand increases its speed, tracing the outline of his hard on with bold fingers and your hips never falter their grind. 

“D’you think you could cum like this?” And you finish your question by biting down on his ear, causing him to emit a moan as his head bows further into your body.

“Y/N, I-I’m still in my fucking clothes-ahh,” you squeeze harder on his dick and he finished his sentence with a groan, loud, and higher pitched than before. 

Despite how turned on you are, how much you want to feel pleasure of your own, seeing your boyfriend needy underneath you is almost far more rewarding. The way he shivers against you every time your hand stretches to his tip, and how he can’t help the noises he spills.

“That’s never stopped you before.” He is unbelievably hard underneath your palm as your administrations torture him.

“Y/N, seriously I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop.” He says it with so little conviction you continue at a faster and harder pace, grinding your hips with vigour and pressing your chest into his.

“Tell me to stop then.”

You smile at his silence, still panting into his ear. 

Finally he responds, leaning back quickly and moving both hands to your hips to grab harshly and push you down further. 

“Fuck you.” It’s a mere whisper as he struggles to keep himself from cumming.

You lean off him once he has reclined back entirely, submitting to your movements and the pleasure you cause to coarse through him. He is completely fucked out, once you get a full view of him, sweat glueing hair to his forehead, eyes bloodshot from how tight he was squeezing them and mouth in a tight line as he swallows his moans down.

For a brief second, you release your hand, and to your satisfaction, he lets out stuttered whine, but after lifting it to your mouth to coat it in spit, your hand quickly finds its way through the layers of clothing and down against his cock. 

The contact immediately has his eyes blown out wide and leaning forward again to try and control himself from cumming straight away, forehead in between your breasts now. 

“Baby, just cum for me, stop holding back,” you say as you tighten your grip. He merely responds by shaking his head into you, knowing if he tried to tell you ‘no’ his reply would be nothing more than a whole hearted moan.

Your hand that was still at the back of his head weaves through his locks and tightens the strands into a fist, pulling his head up so it is level with yours, unable to subside the feelings anymore. 

“Fucking shit, Y/N,” your faces against one another, lips brushing as he breathes his words into your mouth, eyes screwed shut as your hand twists at the tip of his cock. 

You bite down on his bottom lip as he moans out loudly, tugging at his hair, hand pressing on his slit and the sensory overload causes his to cum into your hand.

“Fuck. D-dont stop.” And you don’t. Continue your firm grip up and down his length as he continues to spill into his trousers, hard, with moans and obscene words breathed against your mouth.  

Eventually, you release his lips as his shivering body subsides into a slump and he lowers his head back down to regain his breath, simultaneously, softening in your hand. 

It’s now, in his post orgasm bliss that you feel the mess he’s made in his trousers. It’s warm but so fucking unpleasant, so you collect as much as you can in your hand before finally releasing him, causing him to whine out as his softening erection is exposed to the cold.

The way he shivers, the grip on your hip twitching and his stuttered breath causes you to plant soft kisses on the top of his head.

“You good?” You mumble it into his hair.

You feel his body shake, not from the aftermath of his orgasm, but from the laugh that bubbles up in his throat. He lifts his head now, somewhat recovered from the exertion of how much he came, eyes lit in a smile once they meet yours.

“You’ve messed up my favourite trousers,” he says with a half hearted laugh as he throws his head back and you smile at his reaction. 

With bodies to some degree unattached, you pull your hand up, still coated in his cum.

“Yeh? Well you messed up my hand, you dick.” He looks down to where your hand is, head still thrown back and his face distorts in disgust.

“Urgh, I need to go wash up,” but despite his sentence he fails to move, and you weren’t going to let up either, that ache still burning at the bottom of your stomach, yearning for release. 

Now though, you begin to feel his cum dry on your hand, so with little to no delicacy you grab at the sides of you shirt which hangs at an awkward angle on your hips, and tug it over your head. The heat of the room and the fire behind you immediately warms your back as you naked skin becomes exposed. 

Jungkook, with heavy eyelids, watches as you wipe down your hand, and then toss the top aside, your body bathed in an orange halo and he can’t help but reach out to touch at the skin of your shoulders and up and down your sides.

For a moment you think you should forget how turned on you are, ignore the need to release and just bask in each others company, skin on skin. But as you lean in to nuzzle into his warmth, Jungkook grabs at your hips and rises quickly to a stand, much to your surprise.

“Guk, wh-,” but with a quick swat on your ass he keeps your question at bay, instead, causing a wave of laughter to emerge.

“Shower time.” You would try to protest, but with a firm grip and a swift walk, he has you in the bathroom before the words form.

Placing you down on the countertop, he finally releases you, kissing your shoulder before he turns and makes his way to the shower, turning it on and testing the temperature with his palm. And it is only now, with the first distance between you, that you see his expired form - his black shirt stuck to his back with sweat, hair pointing outwards in all directions and that red tint on his cheeks that only comes out if he’s fucked on alcohol or has actually fucked - in this case, both.

Your eyes are trained on his as he lifts his shirt, not how he normally does, but reaches one hand behind him and pulls it from the back and over, exposing the full length of muscled back and then shoulders to you. Bastard knew exactly what he was doing. And of course, it causes an immediate reaction in you, legs crossed now for some form of friction.

“Wow, that really does turn you on,” he laughs at your form, leant back with legs pressed together, admiring the view.

He discards his shirt on the counter next to you and you grab it, throwing it in his face.

“Fuck off.” 

Hopping off the counter, you brush his shoulder as you walk past in the direction of the running water, the steam it’s releasing being all too appealing to hold back from any longer. As you saunter, you hook your panties off, flicking them off your feet behind you in the direction of your boyfriend.

The first touch of water on your naked form automatically sets you alight, wet on dry skin, and you feel every drop that makes its way down your body. Jungkook says something, but it is a mumble as the water encases your ears and the glass barrier between you distorts his words. 

“Did you hear what I said?” This time spoken softly next to your ear as you feel his fingers dance aimlessly at the curve of your back and up to your neck. You lean back into his touch so your ears come out of the stream of water and instead you find yourself leaning against his shoulder, bare back against his bare front, skin on skin.

“Hmm?” You hum into the air as he places a kiss on the skin he exposed after he swept your wet strands away from your neck.

“I said you’ve still got your necklace on, baby” 

Oh. 

“Oh shit,” and £6000 worth of crystals handed to you under expensive chandeliers to the occasion of your birthday was most certainly not about to be tainted by shower water.

So, automatic hands reach up for the clasp but, “I got it,” he says, lips still dangerously close to your ear and his delicate fingers now making light work of the masterpiece around your neck. You can’t see him through the steam filled shower as he leaves your side to place it elsewhere, but you certainly see his figure, in all its naked glory approach you once again. 

“Let me under I’m still covered in cum.” Oh, ever the romantic. With a scoff, you’re aside and watching him melt into the heat of the cascading water, long hairs strands dampening one by one and framing his face. You’re eyes also aren’t discreet about the way they wander over his bare torso and the way it now glistens a golden brown with the way it soaks.

Both happily covered by the falling warmth, he nestles his way back into the back of your neck, his lips taking the same route from your neck and round to your jaw as earlier - and there’s nothing you can do about the way you lean into it for more.

“So beautiful.” 

“Mmm,” is mumbled when earlobe is caught between teasing teeth.

“All mine yeh?”

Always,” and hands descend downwards, trailing after the lines of water that filter over your curves. Fingers reach breasts for a brief moment, but it’s a fleeting touch before they head further southward to the curve of your crotch.

“And this is all mine too.”

No words this time but a moan as he cups your core with a not so delicate touch as what preceded it. But your body doesn’t mind. It bucks into the hand, in fact, searching for friction that had been needed since the moment you straddled your boyfriend earlier and made him cum like putty in your hands.

“Guk, please.”

“I know, baby, I know.” 

Two fingers settle their way into you, slowly, too slowly, but the burn inside you is all the same as your body sets alight in pleasure. His palm is pressed hand to your clit at the angle and if you weren’t already distracted by that, the sensation of his teeth pulling and sucking at your neck makes your knees buckle.

“Good?” You feel the smirk on your shoulder rather than hear it in his voice. Kook knows exactly how he’s making you feel he just loves to hear you say it.

“Fuck, so good.” And the long fingers pressed so deep inside you curl and push up and then out, much to your pleasure because it strikes that spot far within you that has you moaning and turning your head to chase his lips.

You find them. Somewhere between his hand picking up its pace spearing into you and your moans groaning out by the lips that are hungry on yours he has you bending at the waist. Folding you down and then pushing you forward possessively so your hands have to reach out for the tiles in front of you as his hand goes to work at a whole other speed.

“Guk! Fuck.” Your legs almost give way in the new position but a growl behind you tells you he is far from done with your body, and the piston of his fingers sends the message even better.  

You can’t help when one hand goes down to his wrist, not sure whether it wants to calm him down or speed him up, but just as skin touches skin his hand pulls out and away from you. Legs wobble and a whine wins the battle of being fought down.

“All fucking mine.” The tingling in your core because of its emptiness disappears in an instant when you feel the bare head of his cock rock between your folds.

“Guk! You’re still hard, what the fuck.” He always told you he had stamina, but you’d figured the boy would tap out after a round of cumming in his pants. His dick tells you a whole other story.

He thrusts in hard and all at once and leaves no time between the first moan you both release in unison before he is chasing that deep place in your pussy over and over. It’s relentless and fucking amazing all at the same time and your hands and head and feet struggle to find any sense of stability. You’re all his in this moment.

“Holy shit, so tight Y/N. So fucking tight.” The rambling commences once the pace is set, because he just loves to talk about how much he loves being inside you. “Made for me baby.”

The words are lost on you though as the impending orgasm strikes upon you faster than you’d realised it would - his fingers must’ve done a job on you. 

“Fuck, Guk. Oh my- fuck!”

“That’s it baby. Fall apart on my cock.” He holds you up with one hand woven in the wet mess of your hair as your knees buckle under the strain of the pleasure. 

The other hand striking you clit with a slap is what has you screaming though as every fibre of you shakes and pulses, blood pumping up into your ears and stomach caving in He’s so deep inside you as he continues to pump himself at a dangerous speed - it only prolongs the pleasure.

“Cunt squeezing me so- fuck- so good baby. Gonna make me cum. Shitt,” and he groans out into your shoulder as he slaps at your clit one final time for good measure, spilling everything his balls hadn’t already that night so far inside you. “So good, jesus.”

Breathing calms and the sound of water falling returns, the stream on the back of your body providing some relief to the shaking and ache you feel settling in. You knees feel fucked and your core feels even fucking worse - but you love it. Nothing like post-sex burn in every crevice of your body.

A whine and wince come from the mouth still at your shoulder as he pulls up and straightens, dragging you with him because like hell can you hold your own weight right now.

“You good?” he smiles at you as you’re spun to face him, all rosy cheeks and shallow breaths. He kisses at your mouth lightly because you’re smiling at him too. “I’ll take that silence as a yes.”

The sound of water hitting skin and tiles is all that there is for a while, the occasion sinking of lips into neck as well, but the moment is ruined when Jungkook decides to plunge two fingers into your abused cunt. The fucking sting of it causes you to instantly drag away from the sensation, far enough so he can’t do it again but not far enough that he isn’t still in your embrace.

“Guk, what the fuck.”

“Whattt? Just trying to keep my cum in there.” You don’t kink shame Y/N, you swore to him you didn’t find it weird.

“Baby.”

“Well, wouldn’t we all rather it be in there,” another slap to your clit that has you laughing before you realise it, “than over there.”

And when you follow the train of his finger, sure enough, you find the heap of his trousers outside the shower, cum stained and all.

Smirking back at him, “I don’t know, I find it kinda hot.”

And Jungkook fights every internal battle in his head not to kink shame, he swears he doesn’t find it weird.

[crystalstar8]

Knights of the Night (ch.3)

Chapter 3

Ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29139240/chapters/71536491

pairing: Jungkook x oc

genre: vampire au, college au, twilight, romance

word count: 1,905

warnings: blood (obviously), kidnapping, child kidnapping, needles, France

notes: vampires, vampire au, college, college au, so many twilight references, blood, needles, kidnapping, children, homelessness, dance, ballet, flashbacks, romance, slow burn, probably no smut, idk yet tho, France, French things, attempted genocide, inaccurate French history, bisexual main character, @strawberriewithchocolate-blog @mozy-j  @daechwitad-2

summary: Catalina starts college in a small town all the way across the country. She doesn’t know anyone and isn’t exactly looking for friends. She just wants to focus on dance. But when she meets fellow dance major, Jimin, and adventurous, fellow freshman, Jungkook, Catalina ends up discovering a whole new side to the small college town; one that is dangerous but oh so enticing...

               The following day found Catalina following Jungkook to the campus library. They had gotten their tests back in French class that day and they both got Ds. Their professor set them up with a tutor, whom they were on the way to meet.

               “I can’t believe we got Ds,” said Catalina. “We studied!”

               “Yeah! We totally studied and it didn’t help us at all,” said Jungkook. Catalina thought back on their study session at her apartment; French textbooks open, bottles of wine scattered about, two full glasses, and the Twilight movies unironically playing on Catalina’s laptop.

               “Yeah we totally studied!” she said.

               The campus library was a huge, old building with towering bookshelves and dark wood furniture. They went down one of the halls where there were tables and chairs set up between the aisles. At the first table was a ridiculously handsome man, who stood up when he spotted them.

               “Well, well, well,” he said. “Look who’s failing his class already in the first week.”

               Jungkook frowned and stopped in his tracks. “You’re our tutor?”

               “Hey! Why are you saying it like that? You should be more like, ‘Oh, Jin! Thank goodness you’re helping me pass my French class, how can I ever repay you?’”

               “I’m assuming you guys…know each other?” said Catalina.

               Jungkook sighed and said, “Catalina, this is Jin. As you can see he’s very old and his dementia is setting in, making him talk nonsense-“

               Jin rounded the table and swatted at Jungkook, yelling, “Hey! I’m tutoring you out of the kindness of my heart and this is what I get?”

               A librarian stuck her head around the corner and shushed them angrily. Jin apologized and gestured to the two chairs across from his.

               “Yeah, I’ve known Jungkook since he was a child,” said Jin. “I practically raised him.”

               “He used to live next door. He babysat me and my brother like, two times,” said Jungkook.

               “So, are you two dating?” asked Jin. “Because I have some wonderful childhood stories to tell.”

               Catalina laughed and said, “We’re not dating, but I’d love to hear them.”

               “Jin,” said Jungkook. “Jin.”

               “What?”

               “I’ll kill you.”

               Jin laughed for several seconds, then sobered up in an instant. “Anyway, let’s get to work.”

               He flipped the French textbook open and began.

               “So, what are you guys having trouble with?” he asked. “Let’s see your tests.”

                 Catalina left the tutoring session feeling a bit better about her French class. As they walked out of the library, Jungkook said, “So, I’m having a party at my house tonight and you’re invited. My parents are out of town for this healthcare conference thing so everyone’s gonna be there. It’s gonna be awesome.”

               “And what do you mean by ‘everyone’?” asked Catalina. She’s always kind of wanted to go to one of those cliché house parties where a bunch of unwanted guests show up and the host is freaking out about their parents’ china cabinet or whatever. Her friends back home were pretty boring, so she never got the party experience.

               “I mean, like, everyone. Like, a bunch of people from my classes and from high school and stuff,” said Jungkook.

               “Okay, I’ll go. It sounds fun,” said Catalina. “Do you think a lot of people will show up despite the people going missing in the neighboring town?”

               “I mean, it’s not happening in this town so…” Jungkook shrugged.

               “Yeah, it’s probably fine,” said Catalina. “Anyway, I’ll come over late tonight. I have homework I need to finish.”

               “It’s okay, the party doesn’t start until late anyway, if you know what I mean,” Jungkook said with a wink. “It’s gonna be lit.”

               “I’ll see you later JK,” Catalina said, laughing. The two of them parted ways, Catalina wondering with trepidation, and also excitement, what the party was going to be like.

                 The party, as it turned out, was not lit. Catalina arrived around ten, after getting most of her homework done with minimal procrastination. There was only one car in front of the house besides Jungkook’s, and no lights on inside. Catalina texted him to make sure everything was alright. He answered, telling her to come to the back yard.

               The backyard was small, a tall wooden fence along the back separating it from the woods. In the middle of the yard were two people sitting in lawn chairs around a bonfire. Jungkook stood up and waved.

               “Hey, you made it!” said Jungkook. He gestured to the bonfire and said, “I told you it’d be lit.”

               Catalina cringed.

               “I’m sorry, that was terrible. I can’t believe I just said that,” he said.

               “I think Jin is getting to you,” said the other person sitting at the fire. Catalina realized that it was Jimin.

               “Jimin! I didn’t know you’d be here!” said Catalina. Jimin stood up and they hugged. “I didn’t know you guys knew each other.”

               “Yeah, we grew up together,” said Jimin.

               “Does everyone in this town know each other?” asked Catalina.

               “I mean…” Jimin started.

               “Kind of,” said Jungkook, setting up a chair for her. They all sat down. “Not really, but this town is pretty small. There’s only one high school so…”

               “I see,” said Catalina. “So, what happened to the party? I imagined like, a big house party with a bunch of people we don’t know, getting drunk and tossing vases around like footballs.”

               Jimin laughed so hard he almost fell off his chair.

               “What? Did you get that from Mean Girls?” asked Jungkook. Catalina nodded. “I don’t know, I guess everyone is “scared” of the “serial killer”, or whatever. They don’t know what they’re missing, because I plan on sharing some great horror stories around the bonfire tonight.”

               “Jungkook, I just want you to know how irresponsible this is!”

               Jin came into the backyard and stood there with his hands on his hips. Another man joined him, equally as handsome. This man was blonde, built, and wore a bomber jacket with patches all over it.

               “There is a serial killer on the loose and you’re throwing a party!” said Jin.

               “Well, you showed up so you’re just as bad. And you brought your boyfriend,” said Jungkook.

               “We are not dating and I am just here to tell you that you should end this right now. We are going to get kidnapped,” said Jin.

               “Catalina, this is Jimmy K, the local bad boy who is all of a sudden mysteriously hanging out with Jin all the time now,” said Jungkook.

               “Local bad boy, I love it,” said Jimmy K. He held out a hand to Catalina to shake. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said with a wink.

               “Oh,” Catalina blushed, caught off guard. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

               Soon, they were all sitting around the bonfire listening to Jungkook begin his scary story.

               “This is something that happened to me when I was kid, and I never told anyone this before, because I was afraid no one would believe me. When I was nine, my brother and I were staying at our aunt’s house in the mountains while our parents were out of town on a relief mission. One day, I went out to explore the woods and do some climbing. I found a big rocky crag, which I climbed, hoping I’d end up at the top of the mountain. It wasn’t the top of the mountain by far, but I did find something else: a mossy trail leading deep into the woods,” Jungkook said, lowering his voice dramatically.

               “When is this supposed to get scary?” asked Jin.

               “Shut up. So I followed the trail. The sun was beginning to set and I knew I needed to head back to my aunt’s house soon, but I needed to see where the trail led to. I wasn’t disappointed. The trail opened up to an old cobblestone driveway, and at the end of the driveway was a huge house. It was old, one of those gothic Victorian houses, all dark brick and carved wood. I could see the sky from the clearing, which told me I had about an hour before it fully got dark. I went to the front door anyway. It was unlocked, so I went inside. There were cobwebs everywhere and sheets over furniture, a real classic haunted house, but I wasn’t afraid, because I knew ghosts weren’t real. So, I went deeper into the house. All of a sudden, the front door slammed shut behind me. I was thrown into darkness. Then I heard a voice somewhere in the house say, ‘Don’t you know trespassers get eaten, little boy?’ I was terrified, so I turned around and tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge. The voice was laughing. Finally, the door opened and I ran from the house as fast as I could. I ran back through the trail, climbed back down the rocks and ran. It was dark now and my lungs were burning. Eventually, I made it back to my aunt’s house. She was waiting outside for me, angry. She said, “dammit Jungkook! I told you not to go too far in these woods. There’s monsters out there who eat reckless little boys like you!’

               “And that’s the story of how I found out ghosts are real,” Jungkook finished.

               “That was more like listening to a trauma story than a scary story,” said Jimin. Jungkook took his shoe off and threw it at Jimin, who actually fell off his chair laughing this time.

               “I thought it was a good story,” said Jimmy K, who was listening with interest.

               “Thank you,” said Jungkook.

               “That didn’t actually happen to you, did it?” asked Catalina.

               “Yeah, it did. Minus the cobwebs, sheets, and locked door. But my aunt definitely did say that when I got back. Actually, I remember the real life house being really pretty and not dark, which made me realize that I had just broken into someone’s house. That’s when I ran away. So, who’s next?” said Jungkook.

                 Catalina was running again. They were right behind her. Her heart was pounding in her aching chest as her bare feet thudded against the forest trail. It was close, just a little farther and she’d be safe. The footsteps behind her were getting closer. They were heavy and fast, much stronger than she was. Finally, the house came into view and she threw the front door open. She tried closing it behind her, but the door was too small for the frame and it wouldn’t close all the way. She could feel tears pricking at her eyes. They were going to catch her and she couldn’t do anything about it… Catalina turned around and ran deeper into the house. As she rounded the corner, she found herself in a den, running right into someone. But she wasn’t afraid of this person. She knew she was finally safe here.

“They can’t get you here,” the man said as he held her against his broad chest. She looked up at him. He smiled down with his dimples and perfect teeth. She felt herself melt against him.

But it didn’t last long. Soon, he disappeared and the fire went out in the fireplace, leaving the room in cold darkness. An unfamiliar voice chuckled, the laughter bouncing off the walls to taunt her.

“Don’t you know trespassers get eaten, little girl?”

Catalina jolted awake that morning, a scream lodged in her throat.

[tippedbykreider]

That one ask was so so sweet and funny! Like it cost nothing to be nice and the anon gave us some giggles too! I agree tho, I know nothing of wine so when people write it into fics I’m like oooooo time for y/n to get pretty woman’d lol

That ask put a huge smile on my face! I feel like I'm the complete opposite. I write it into my fic because it's all I really drink so my knowledge of other beverages is limited 😂

I love the implied classiness that drinking wine gives though and I find it equally hilarious because it just reminds me of the times I've been sat in a nice bar drinking a bottle of red with friends and then finished the night sat in a gutter outside of a takeaway eating a pizza, absolutely hammered telling the other drunk girls how beautiful they are and to not call their ex 🥴😂 the duality of woman 🤣

[cloveroctobers]

CHELSEA ELLE HODGSON —

IG info/Bio: @/chelseaaahodecor | 109k followers | hi babes! welcome to my life lovelies, please get comfy with this Prosecco im serving thru this screen! xx here’s my site if you need some light in ur life: ichelseahdgsondesigns.com 🏝💕

24 (25) years

From Buckinghamshire, England

Comes from a wealthy family

her father’s side of the family founded, “Hodgson investments” their company is built off of financial services

Her papo (grandfather) was arrested on tax invasion & served some time for doing so

Her father, Alistair now manages the company but under a different name

Her mother’s side of the family comes from old money...something about horses?

Her mother, Connie holds many events and seems to make $ from them but Chelsea isn’t quite sure what the woman does or if it’s fully legal

The family is all about protecting their image & if you don’t cut it, there will be repercussions

Feels a little like dynasty (I’ve only seen 2-3 episodes & never finished but get the point?) , maybe that’s why Chelsea & her sister enjoy watching it so much

Parents forsure held courtship events or either went to courtship events with their children (even Albie) & found suitors in hopes of marrying their daughters off (& finding Albie a new wife, only on Mrs. Hodgson’s part— mr. Hodgson seems nicer/easy-going)

Has older twin sibs: Albie-Crispin & Dolly-Georgiana

Often referred to as “the triplet” in the press

Well-known in their city

They’re all called by their first & middle name in their family household even tho their parents do not have middle names

Has a love/hate relationship with albie, he is selfish & has proven to do anything to drag others down to make himself look better

He’s a lawyer & has been married to his wife for about 7 years

Mrs. Hodgson, Dolly, & Chelsea all agree they do not like her but Chelsea puts on a smile whenever her sister-in-law is around while Mrs. Hodgson makes it known that she dislikes the woman, she thinks she’s beneath her son since her family does not make nearly enough $ put together between her & Mr. Hodgson

Dolly has a bf who’s a dental hygentist that she’s been dating for about 3 years but they’re both cheating on each other, she doesn’t think she’ll ever be married

She’s in office management

Chelsea fell in love with interior decorating from the moment she played with doll houses. Her grandparents made sure to send her the biggest doll houses they could find every Christmas. She’s always been in love with rearranging and picking certain items and best putting them into a space that works

She shit at drawing (she’ll leave that to the Architects) but she knows her furniture & patterns quite well

Has asked a few architects out on dates, some she worked with or stumbled across, only one seemed like it could have truly worked...I imagine him to look a bit like Henry Cavill with light facial hair (told you I’m a sucker for it, & Chelsea probably can tolerate just a bit not too much)

Yet Chelsea always has a wondering eye, she gets curious quite often which makes you wonder, is she really ready for love? To fully commit? One day she will be

It’s a competitive field and when she’s ready to battle she will but there are moments when she gets let down & has to pick herself up again

Has ADHD, goes to therapy for it & hates taking her meds. She’d rather stick to therapy sessions since it’s always nice to talk to someone

When she was younger she probably stole a friend or two’s bf & would definitely get mad if they did it back to her but they somehow still end up being friends in the end? Yikes

Hung out with the popular kids, was always at the parties making sure everyone was having a good time. Filling up the cups, directing where furniture should be moved, where the kegs should go, how many people should be there, etc...She doesn’t seem like the stuck up type like her mother but she is privileged & doesn’t realize it as much

Was a cheerleader & ran track, quit track to commit full-time to cheerleading since that kept her in shape enough

Dated here & there, had one bf where they would scream at each other and wouldn’t allow the other to leave or would be upset that the other didn’t come after them...yeah one of those couples

Broke up with her goth bf because he didn’t tell her he wasn’t coming to school for about a week; he had the stomach flu

Canon: Took a computer course in high school & in uni & found out she was at the top of her class for typing the fastest, she now loves the sound of her short pink ombré nails on the keys

Canon: Wanted to be a show jumper due to her mother’s side of the family & their history with horses

Goes to the stables every now & then, there’s one horse there that she’s absolutely in love with & loves to ride. Her father always offered to buy it for her but it’s not a animal she wants to own

Canon: loves finger foods + will get full off them at events quickly. She also doesn’t mind the tiny portions of food at expensive ass restaurants, it’s just enough for her

Takes hair supplements. Probably had long hair growing up that she always kept up in a bun or ponytail but decided to start chopping her hair off & getting layers & highlights which damaged her hair

Approves of plastic surgery

Is part of the itty bitty titty community & got a lift for them

Gets lip fillers for her bottom lip but isn’t a fan of needles + overlines her top lip

loves going to the dermatologist, the spa for facials & whatever else she’s willing to try & finding new skincare to buy

Tans & loves tropical hot summers

Buys an overload of bikinis even in the winter

Hates the rain, it messes with her mood

Loves a good lipstick & lipgloss combo, nudes & pinks are her to go to’s

Fav color is pink

Got herself a guinea pig after the show & named her “bubbly” after her baby in the villa

I feel like she would eventually get a tiny dog too

Has her own flat, that’s quite far from all of her family. She loves her dysfunctional problematic family but Chelsea likes her space from them too

Since buckinghamshire’s culture is more of a Middle Ages style, Chelsea made sure her home wouldn’t hold much of that style inside. It needed to be lively! Her family home was filled with dark wood & she can’t stand that

She loves going to the markets tho. She always seems to leave with something & either finds herself not liking it months later and ends up selling whatever item caught her interest

Her family tends to pop in whenever they want, especially her mother

Canon: talks about cat cafe’s when she’s drunk, says its her version of the chocolate factory + she’s the dancing drunk

Always down for a girls night out, girls trip & girls sleepovers

Probably goes to bed early around 10pm or earlier m if she’s not out having the time of her life, which makes her regret her choices the next morning

All her closest friends back home are a group of girls

Hangs out with Priya, Marisol, & Hope from the villa whereas the rest she’ll mostly communicate with them through socials or gatherings

Will host gatherings & expect them ALL to show up

Is dramatic when things don’t go her way

Loses focus more than gets bored in relationships? She’ll find other things or people to occupy her time which she doesn’t realize can be hurtful to others

When she does realize she hurts someone, she immediately wants to fix it

Canon: Is a blabbermouth. Cannot hold a secret for shit, also cannot tell a lie. Her body language gives it away first if she doesn’t spill it

Retail therapy is the best therapy if she doesn’t have a office appointment

Any spice girl song will be her karaoke song, she is always baby spice

Loves her Prosecco (me too sis!) & keeps plenty bottles in her wine fridge. She originally wanted a space with a wine cellar but got creeped out at the thought since it’s just her & bubbly living in the home

Has high cell phone bills, the girl loves a good chat

Cannot cook no matter how hard she tries. She’s been to cooking classes with an ex, watched videos, order from those food delivery sites to prepare food & it just never turns out well

Will spend hours in furniture stores, she’s had to be escorted out pass closing hours by security guards before & manage to make friends out of them. They all know who she is in majority of the stores she enters

Throws a party every time her following goes up. There’s never not a reason to throw one

Was upset that Carl unfollowed her once and figured Hannah made him do it. Which wasn’t true, Hannah was sure of herself now & doesn’t feel the need to be jealous, the man could follow whoever he wanted—she knew he barely stayed on IG in the first place. He thought it was too shallow

So when Chelsea called him one night sobbing he was utterly confused, he didn’t understand why a follow meant so much

He reluctantly followed her back

Thrilled to know Elijah, Lucas, & Carl all keep up with her. Oh & the rest of the boys ofc!

Chats with Jakub! They also hang out. They’re a bit of a odd pairing but they get along well, he’s basically another big brother to her but she actually likes him—

Afraid of the dark, keeps fairy lights lit throughout the night in her bedroom, keeps scent infused night lights in her hallways

Believes in feng shui

I feel like her voice is soft like jennifer Tilly’s?

Idk what her sun sign is? Is she a sag far as daydreaming cause she does that. I KNOW she has Leo in her chart, she’s dramatic, warm, likes to be admired & appreciated. Sun sign I need help? Maybe she’s a Sagittarius sun? + Leo moon + libra rising

Has a collection of celeb gossip magazines that she keeps on a stand next to her pink velvet chair beside her bow window

I think she will be the first islander that gets pregnant tbh & it’s by an architect (the guy I mentioned/envisioned that’s been waiting on her to realize he can give her the love she needs or prove he can balance her out) or firefighter or someone “manly” she wouldn’t end up with a islander I don’t think

she has a girl & names her, “adore”

Canon: Still wants 5 kids but we’ll see how that goes & if it’ll change, it’s been a bit difficult not drinking Prosecco but she’s got a lovely baby out of it

Crushes? Aaron Taylor-Johnson, Alfred Enoch, Alex Pettyfer, Joe Cole, Gregg Sulkin, Frank Dillane, Charlie Rowe, & Hero Fiennes Tiffin

Can listen to anything that’s got a good beat. But we all know she’s a pop & folk genre lover. She listens to: Astrid S, Maty Noyes, Cher Lloyd, Bebe Rexha, Allie X, Poppy, POST MALONE, etc.

Anthem? Gabrielle Aplin — Until the sun comes up

[angelsswirl]

Been Through

Chapter 6: What have I become

Notes: Sorry these last few posts have been ugly. I'm on mobile atm. But I'll be sure to fix them up on desktop sooner or later.

All that shame and all that danger. I'm hopin' that my love will keep you up tonight.

Things were different with Jennie than they were with Lisa. And sure, that makes sense. They're two different people.

But it went deeper than that.

With Jennie...you were in control, and you were never tricked into losing it. It was one of the reasons your relationship lasted so long in the first place. With Jennie...everything was easy. Palatable, if you will.

Take, right now, for example.

You were sitting in a restaurant with Jennie. She had asked you out the day she stalked you into that bar. Then she had to do it again the next day when you weren't nearly as drunk because you had promptly forgot she asked you anything at all.

You were mildly put off by the fanciness of the restaurant, but that wasn't cutting into the insurmountable control you had over everything that was happening.

You took a sip of your merlot and frowned. You weren't poor by any means of the word, but you definitely preferred boxed wine over the bottled stuff. You think it has less to do with flavor and more to do with practicality. There's just something satisfying about the novelty of having to use a spigot to access your wine, reminds you of using the water fountain in highschool. Or that water dispenser that was in the break room of your boring office job you had in korea right before you met the girls.

So, yes. With Jennie...things were simple and easy and calm and collected and controllable.

And then there was Lisa.

Lisa.

Lisa.

Lisa.

With Lisa...you experienced the very opposite of everything you experienced with Jennie. It replicated the start of your "relationship". A "relationship" that was born out of loneliness and drunken necessity and maybe even a tiny bit of manipulation. With Lisa...everything was hard. Unpalatable, if you will.

Take, four years ago, for example.

You were sitting in a crowded bar with Lisa, drinking soju like it was your lifeblood. She had brought you there after seeing how broken up you were over your and Jennie's break up. You're pretty sure she didn't have any intention of sleeping with you. She just didn't like seeing you sad.

You were extremely put off by your own whilrwind of conflicting emotions and drunkenness. And your control had crumbled like a sandcastle as soon as Lisa put her hand on your lower back to guide you into the bar.

You had slammed a shot of soju and grimaced. To you, that stuff tasted like how rubbing alcohol smelled. Lisa met you shot for shot. You're still astonished to this day how she never got recognized, or at least no one had voiced that they recognized her. You preferred straight up bourbon to soju. You're not sure why, but hey, too each their own. Something about your conflicting emotions and drinking half your body weight in alcohol had caused you to throw yourself into an early heat. It wasn't due for at least another month. And your ability to make good choices had been turned off hours prior. Lisa was right there and ready and willing and what were you supposed to do? Not let her fuck you into the mattress of some hotel? That simply wasn't an option at the time.

So, yes. With Lisa...things were complicated and hard and conflicting and out of hand and uncontrollable. And, oh God do you hate that.

But enough about Lisa. You're own a date with Jennie. So, enjoy your date with Jennie.

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"You know, when my assistant said I had a meeting, I thought he meant with one of my bosses or clients." You said as she sat in your desk chair.

"I am a client." Chaeyoung pouted. Jisoo who was seated next to her nodded in agreement.

"No, you're a friend."

Chaeyoung's face grew mischievous. It was then that you noticed the notepads and ink pens, her and Jisoo were brandishing.

"Speaking of friends...how'd your date go with Jennie?" As if to emphasize what they were doing, the two clicked their pens in sinc.

"Oh no. I'm not talking about that with you too. This was supposed to be a meeting about the book."

"But this is about the book." Jisoo whined.

"How?!"

"We still need to write the happy ending! And this is apart of that."

"Why don't you write about one of your relationships instead of mine?"

"That's not nearly as entertaining." Chaeyoung said as if it was obvious.

"So, what if I told you that after the date she kissed me goodnight and it was so good I couldn't resist bringing her up to my room for some more fun. And then she slept over and we did it all over again in the morning."

Chaeyoung and Jisoo scribbled in their notes frantically.

"Yes! This is great, keep going."

"Oh. I can't."

"What?"

"I just made all that up. None of that happened."

"What the fuck, Y/N?"

"You wanted a story. So, I gave you one."

Jisoo glared at you while Chaeyoung pouted again.

"You're a liar." Jisoo exclaimed. You think she might snap her pen in half with how hard she's gripping it.

You rolled your eyes, "No. I'm not. I was just messing with you."

"You kind of are tho." Chaeyoung said almost as an afterthought.

"What are you talking about?"

"Okay, well maybe you're not a liar, but you do lie. You told me that you didn't know who Lily's other parent was, but I think you at least have an inkling. You want all of us to believe you don't love one of them over the other, but you most definitely do. I can hear it in the inflection in your voice when you talk about them. You want us to believe that this isn't about who you love, that this is about the "better fit", that this isn't about you, but it is. This is about who you're in love with. It's only one of them. You're kind of obvious. This has nothing to do with who's the better fit. You wouldn't have fallen in love with her if she wasn't. This is all about you, Y/N. Not your daughter, at least, not directly. You make decisions on autopilot when it comes to her because you're a mom. It's what moms do. This is about you and how over the last four years, you've convinced yourself that you're unlovable." Chaeyoung shrugged as she finished her monologue.

Jisoo seemed to be mulling over her member's words just as much as you were. You could practically see the conclusion jumping playing on her face.

"Oh my God! You're in love with-"

"Would you shut the flying fuck up?!" You shouted. You brushed your hands over your face harshly.

"So, maybe you're right. Maybe I do have an inkling. I'm her fucking mother of course I have an inkling. I fucking see her everyday. I know her personality. I know her likes and dislikes. And she might look like me, but you she sure as hell doesn't act like me. Yes, I want you to believe all those things. Because that's what makes all of this easier. I've never been more stressed out in my life. Not even while I was pregnant. Or that first year after Lily was born. And yes I feel unlovable. I feel yucky and gross. I feel like a whore. You don't get it. I would sit in my apartment, with my feet propped up on the table dreaming about how I wished I could rub them because they hurt so damn bad. But my giant whale of a stomach was in my way because I was growing a fucking person inside of me. You think I've been single these last four years on purpose? You think I don't want my daughter to have a normal fucking family? NO ONE WANTS TO DATE A SINGLE MOM!...Did they even try to contact me after I left?" You stood from your chair, a mistake because your legs felt like jello. But you remained standing even when you realized your makeup was melting from the warm tears you were pouring over it.

"You blocked their numbers-"

"But I didn't block yours."

Chaeyoung promptly closed her mouth.

"Or Jisoo's."

"Y/N-"

"Nope. Just let me yell at you, there's blood on your hands too," You took a deep shuddering breath before speaking again, "Not. One. Call. From any of you. No one even tried. No one called me, or my mom, or my sisters."

"And I know what you're thinking. I obviously didn't want to be found or contacted. But maybe, just maybe, I needed to be."

"After Lily was born, I got diagnosed with postpartum depression. I would look down at the beautiful baby girl in my arms and feel absolutely nothing. I would be confused as to what I was doing with a child. One day, I'm not sure how, we'll call it "mother's will", I snapped out of it. I went to a therapist and got my life back. It was just her and I agaisnt the world. And I didn't want it to be. It was unfair to Lily to only have to rely on me. I dated anyone I could. Alphas, beta, even other omegas. And nothing stuck. So, excuse me if I feel unlovable. But that's just because I am. And yeah, maybe I am head over ass in love with her, but it doesn't matter. She'll never love me back. You can write all of that in your precious little book." You sat down heavily in you desk chair.

"Y/N-"

"I'm going to get your case transferred to one of my colleagues. I probably shouldn't have taken it in the first place."

"Can we please talk about this?"

"We just did. All of that talking pushed me to another conclusion actually. Not only am I unlovable, I'm simply unobtainable. No one deserves me."

"Come on. That's not true. At least not the first part. You're extremely loveable. You'd know that if you just talk to her. And sure, maybe no one deserves you. But could you at least let her try?" Jisoo spoke with a severe intensity that made your shoulder's tense.

You swallowed a large lump in your throat, "Please, leave."

Chaeyoung rolled her eyes before practically stomping out the room. Jisoo stayed back for a few seconds longer. Only leaving with a shake of her head when she finally realized you really weren't going to listen to anything anyone had to say.

And you? You just cried.

[oboevallis]

relapse

*season seventeen spoilers*

i had this idea after last nights episode, i hope it doesn’t happen tho lol

"Amelia?" Link called out, searching for his girlfriend. He had just finished putting the three oldest kids to bed, and hadn't seen his girlfriend since the meltdown at dinner. Bailey had asked when they could see their mother again, and Zola said probably never, which caused a lot of crying and yelling resulting in the baby waking up crying. He ended up having to remediate the situation while Amelia went to go take care of the baby, and he felt guilty because he didn't know if what he was saying to the kids was even true, he wanted to believe Meredith was going to be okay though. "What are you doing out here?"

"I um- I thought you were going to bed." Amelia stated flustered, sitting up on the picnic bench outside.

"Well, I will it's just you aren't in bed with me." Link laughed although he was confused, they always went to bed together.

"I'll be up soon." Amelia snapped.

"Umm okay? Hey are you okay? You seem off."

"Link I'm fine just leave me alone. I can never just get a damn minute to be alone."

"Oooooooooookay then." Link could tell his girlfriend was upset. He'd never seen her like this before, so he thought it'd be best to let her be on her own. He made his way inside, and quickly checked in on all the kids to make sure everyone was okay. He laid alone in bed for what felt like hours, until his girlfriend slowly opened the door.

"Oh your still up." Amelia slurred her s.

"Umm yeah." Link answered confused. He sat up so he was leaning against the headboard.

"We should have sex." Amelia excitedly said, jumping on the bed so she was straddling him.

"Are you okay?"

"I'll be a lot better when you actually have sex with me." Amelia sloppily kissed him, before he pushed her off of him.

"Are you drunk?" Link asked taken aback.

"I don't drink." Amelia giggled.

"I know, and you taste like wine."

"Maybe you taste like wine. Ever think about that?" Amelia spat, starting to get irritated with her boyfriend. "Why won't you just have sex with me?"

"Because your drunk." Link sat up, staring at his girlfriend in shock. "You realize we're responsible for four kids, we have to be present."

"Oh like you don't drink."

"I have a beer here and there. And I'm not getting intoxicated."

"Well last time I checked Im over the age of 21 and I can have a drink."

"Okay, but your a recovering addict. I'm not."

"Link, it was a small glass. It won't happen again. My problem was with drugs not booze, so I can handle a glass of wine."

"Okay, just call your sponsor first thing in the morning."

"If that'll make you feel better." Amelia smiled pulling him down so he was laying down next to her.

"Okay. I love you." Link kissed the top of his girlfriends head. One glass of wine wasn't the end of the world, or her sobriety. A glass of wine was barely anything, right?

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"Link! I finished my school work, do you want to go play soccer?" Bailey asked practically exploding with energy.

"Sure, little man. Only for a little bit, because you have another call in an hour."

"Another one?!" Bailey asked dramatically.

"Yep another one." Link laughed. He followed the child into the backyard, where they found Ellis on the swings. "Whatca doing out here. You know your supposed to wait for Amelia or me to be out here with you."

"Auntie Amelia was taking too long. And I wanted to swing." Ellis simply stated swinging her legs back and forth. Link shook his head, he didn't have the energy to discipline at the moment.

"We're gonna play soccer want to join?" Link asked the small girl on the swings.

"Yes!" Ellis cheered, jumping off the swings and running to the soccer ball in the grass.

"Wait no! Ellis doesn't know how to kick a soccer ball right." Bailey interfered, he really just wanted to play with Link not his little sister.

"Well how about you teach her?" Link suggested, trying to remediate the situation before it escalated. 

"I already know." Ellis said while uncoordinatedly kicking the soccer ball into the bushes. "Okay maybe I don't know."

"I'll get it." Link laughed at the small child, as stressful as his new reality was it had its amazing moments. While he kneeled down into the bushes he noticed something made of glass also in the bushes. He quickly threw the soccer ball over his shoulder and reached for the foreign piece of glass, realizing it was an empty wine bottle.

"Link come on!" Bailey called out for him, causing the older man to jump. He carefully placed the bottle back into the bushes, and rejoined the game.

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"Bailey!" Amelia called coming into the backyard. "You've gotta get on for your next class, and Ellis you didn't finish your math work."

"Coming." Bailey answered kicking the soccer ball to Link and running into the house to log on to the computer.

"I don't want to." Ellis dramatically sighed throwing herself onto the ground.

"I know, but I'll help you okay?" Amelia said walking over to her youngest niece.

"Okay." Ellis obliged and made her way into the house with Amelia following behind her.

"Amelia, wait." Link called after her.

"Yep?" Amelia turned around before she entered the house.

"It was just one glass right?"

"Yes, I've already told you that and it won't happen again." Amelia answers rather annoyed with her boyfriend.

"Have you called your sponsor?"

"I will just get off my damn back." Amelia went back into the house, before she lost her temper any more than she already had.

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Link walked into the living room and went to Merediths liquor cabinet. It was always usually always closed, so he opened it up to see if anything was put of place. Not to his surprise there was a bottle of wine missing. Crying brought him out of his train of thought, he quickly and quietly closed the cabinet. He followed the cries to Maggie's room, where they had their son sleeping at the moment.

"Shh its okay." Link cooed as he picked up the baby. He sat down on the bed in room, and held his son as his cries subsided. "I know. It's going to be okay. I promise."

"Is he okay?" Amelia asked as she opened the door to the room.

"Yeah, I think he just wanted a little attention." Link smiled at the baby who was smiling back at him. "Can we talk?"

"Umm, sure." Amelia wearily agreed, she closed the door behind her. She had a feeling she knew where this conversation was going.

"I know it wasn't just a glass Amelia."

"Link let it go. It's over with."

"No it's not over with Amelia!"

"You think I don't realize that? I was sober for 1,953 days and I just ruined that. I'm at day one yet again." Amelia slid down the door as she started to cry.

"Amelia." Link said softly, he wasn't quite sure what to say. He put the baby back in his crib, and engulfed his girlfriend in a hug. "I'm sorry."

"No im sorry."

"Don't be. It's going to be okay."

"You don't know that!"

"I know that whatever happens we'll have each other."

"The kids can't lose their mom. They've already lost Derek."

"Meredith is a fighter. Everyone is working really hard to make sure she recovers."

"But if she doesn't?"

"Then, the kids will have us and Maggie."

"That doesn't make me feel any better."

"I know." Link wrapped his arms around his girlfriend. "Everything is so messed up right now."

"I'm. Gonna go call my sponsor." Amelia told her boyfriend as she stood up.

"I love you, and your gonna get through this. We're gonna get through this."

[knifeboner]

Caress Your Soul Ch. 1

Danny x Reader

I don’t know how to keep things in one tense I’m so sorry.

There’s gonna be smut and gross stuff later so be warned. This chapter is clean tho.

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You stand in front of your body length mirror in your bedroom, checking over yourself for the fourth time. It had been a long time since you had last gone on a date – you couldn’t even remember the last time. Had you even been on one before, really? You weren’t sure. You glance at the clock beside your bed and panic. It was almost time to leave. You steal one more glance at the mirror.

You wore a white dress that clung to your hips and showed off a bit more of your cleavage than you would have liked, but it was the outfit your friend Jan had picked out for you. It also happened to be the same friend who set this date up in the first place. As you were pulling the dress down, something white in the corner of your room caught your eye and you gasped, throwing your hand over your mouth and spinning around.

Oh. It was a white pleather purse your mother had given you a few years ago, of course. What else would it be. You felt like kicking yourself. With a sigh you grabbed the purse and slug it over your shoulder. Just your ever-wanting eyes playing tricks on you. Wasn’t the first time, and it more than likely won’t be the last.

The ringtone of your phone makes you jump out of your skin and you quickly pick it up. “Yeeeees Jan, what is it?” you say as you pick your black cardigan up off your bed and head to your car.

“Just checking in and making sure you’re still going! You’ll just love Randy. He’s so funny. Trust me. You’ll have an amazing time. You’re going, right?”

You roll your eyes at her gushing. You highly doubt that you will be interested in this “Randy” guy at all. You’ve learned you have a very specific taste in men and you doubt you’ll find anyone like him ever again. Your heart twisted in pain and you quickly pushed the thoughts back down.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m going. If I don’t you’ll never let me live it down. Also, what the hell is with this dress? I think I’m gonna be givin’ him the wrong impression.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I bet you look hot as hell. Anyways, have fun! Tell me all about it when you get home. If you get home.”

You just about gagged. There was no way that you were fucking this dude.

You quickly walk to your car after locking your house up, pulling your cardigan closer to your body as the evening Autumn breeze scattered leaves about and tussled your hair. Once you were in your car you turned the music up and started to zone out. You didn’t pay attention to the music, you were just trying to drown out your own thoughts.

Don’t think about him.

Don’t think.

Don’t.

Of course, it was no use. Your mind jumped right to where it shouldn’t. You were madly, completely, totally in love with a man who you couldn’t have anymore. The fact that you loved him as much as you did was sick, due to what exactly he does. But you didn’t care. Love is blind.

Before you knew it you were parked in the parking lot of La Belle, the chosen restaurant by Randy. It was some overpriced, fake French cuisine joint that you never wanted to go to. He insisted it was the best place in town, apparently. Tears were streaming down your face – you hadn’t realized that you had started crying. Taking a deep breath, you reached over and took a tissue from out of your glovebox, then wiped your face. Hopefully your face wasn’t too red. Not that it mattered, you weren’t exactly trying to impress anyone.

You stepped out of your car and once again pulled your sweater tighter against yourself, an ice cold chill down your spine. The hair on the back of your neck started to raise – which was odd, because you’ve only ever experience that when…

Your heart started to race and you quickly spun around, your eyes scanning the parking lot. Could it really be?

After a moment of searching you gave up with a sigh. Again your body was being cruel to you. However you’ve never felt it this strong before. You blinked away the fresh tears that wanted to spill over and walked into the restaurant. As you did, your nose picked up a very familiar scent, one of cheap cologne. This time you ignored it, not wanting to have a full on break down in front of searching, judgmental eyes.

You spotted the man that Jan had set you up with and gave a tiny frown. He looked nothing like the photo she had sent you. He smiled when he saw you and stood up, beckoning you over.

“Hi! You must be Y/N! I’m Randy,” he beams, pulling your chair out for you. You give a small smile in return and sit down.

“Yep, that’s me.”

He sat down across from you, his brown eyes searching your face. You hoped the dim light from the candle on the table hid how red your face was.

“I ordered us a bottle of wine – hope you like reds,” he says, a lopsided grin on his face. Oh boy, he was already trying to get you drunk. Go figure. You nod and look away as his eyes travel down from your face to rest on your chest. Quickly you pick up your menu and look it over, internally gagging over the food offered here. How pretentious could a place get?

“So, Y/N, what do you do for a living?”

“Oh, I do graphic design. Don’t get out much since I’m always at home working, I also like to do photography on the side, “ you respond, toying with a lock of your hair.

“Ah, I see. Interesting, I…” you tune out his words, not really interested in what he does. You can’t help but feel a bit guilty, but again this wasn’t your idea. Your eyes flick over to a waiter walking to your table, holding a tray with a large bottle of wine resting on top of it.

Before you even knew what was happening, the waiter was falling to the floor, the bottle of wine crashing down with him. It shattered on the ground near his face and you thought for a sickening moment that some of the glass was going to slice right into the tender flesh on his face. Thankfully, he was lucky tonight, and he didn’t get a single cut.

A few people turned their heads and were watching the incident with interest shining in their eyes. Oddly enough, the man that was sitting alone at the table right next to where the waiter fell didn’t look or even flinch when it happened, nor did he offer to help the man up.

“Aw hell, I think that was our wine!” Randy fussed, peering at the scene. How did he even manage to trip like that?”

Your eyes linger on the back of the lone mans head for a moment before you tear them away.

- - -

The rest of the date after that moment went by pretty uneventful. You got another bottle of wine and the waiter had apologized pretty profusely, saying he didn’t know what happened. You got a pretty basic salad and had a few glasses of wine, but not enough to get you tipsy. Before you knew it, you were headed out of the restaurant and making your way to your car.

Randy was clinging to your elbow, who had obviously had much more to drink than you did.

“Are you positive you can drive yourself home? I’m totally sober, so I could-- I could, you know, drive you home,” he says, his hand tightening on your elbow. “Or, you could just come over to my house… I live right around here, you can lay down, or…” he murmured, drawing closer to you.

You immediately pull away and take your keys out from your purse, trying not to make a face.

“No, really, I have work to catch up on, and I’m fine to drive myself.”

Randy frowns and looks you over. “Well, my bed is, like, really comfortable. And I-”

“It’s a lot of work. I had fun, have a nice night!” you say as you jump into your car and start it before Randy can get another word in. You throw the car in reverse, and drive home.

- - -

Once you get home you jump into the shower and wash off the grime you feel you caught from Randy. You slip into your pj shorts and shirt and go back to your room, then sit on your bed, letting the tears that have been building up through the day flow freely. This had become something of a nightly ritual.

For a second time that night your phones ringtone made you have a heart attack. This time was unusual because by the time you had finished showering and getting ready for bed, it was 3AM. Who on earth would be calling at this time? The caller ID read “Unknown”.

‘Probably Jan with some new phone or tonight's lovers phone,’ you think as you hit the green button and bring the phone up to your ear. Your heart beats fast, once again hoping it was him.

“… Hello?”