#IM SO SORRY I TOOK FOUR MONTHS TO REPLY TO THIS

[cutie-lumi]

I just want to say that as a lesbian, I really really do appreciate and love your art, I can’t emphasize it enough. I love that your femstars is more than just changing the characters gender to you, and that you put a lot of love and effort to the characters and their designs too. I also really love your natsumugi because you put love into it too, and we can tell that you love them a lot. :,) I really do like that you put effort into them and put your own lesbian twist on them and make them into honestly characters I see myself in 😭 it’s so hard to find that representation you give us, especially drawing strap on lesbians hellooo? Plus, I am a short brat like Natsume and wish I had a Tsumugi like the way you make her BFKAHDKSHD I don’t know… I just want you to know that your work is so loved, and I hope one day to commission you :,) I hope you have an amazing day

WAAAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH, YOU'RE SUCH A SWEETHEART!!! 🥺🥺🥺💞💓💗💖💘 I'm beyond grateful that you love my art and that I've been able to create something that resonates with you!! It means the world to me that you appreciate the effort and love I put into my specialest girlies, especially fem!tmnt and my femstars designs 🥺💝 i love adding my own little twist to them, esp when it comes to their outfit designs!! you've probably noticed by now that most of my redesigns include puffy skirts, and thats bc i just. I JUST LOVE PUFFY SKIRTS OKAY!!!! THEY'RE CUTE AND RLLY FUN TO DRAW !!! As a femme lesbian myself, I have to admit that I have a soft spot for drawing cute fem gay girlies, so i'm glad you see yourself in the way I draw them!! 🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️ SKGJDFLKJG WHO WOULDNT WANT TO HAVE SOMEONE LIKE FEM!MUGI AS THEIR GF, RIGHT?????? im sure you'll find your irl mugi gf someday😤😤😤💞💞💞 UE UEU EUEU THANK U SM AGAIN!!! 🥺💗 Sending you heaps of love and positivity right back ❣️hope you have an amazing day as well 🤗💖💖💖

[queenangella]

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[caws5749]

Useless in A Good Way

A/N: oh, another fic where she writes a pregnant reader… YES IM SORRY but I’ve dreamt of being pregnant since I was little and it’s my biggest dream so here we go again 😭I’m working on requests as well but this just popped into my head. I felt very... out of practice with the last few pieces but writing this... I feel good again.

You laughed lightly, shaking your head at some inappropriate joke Tony made after Clint won the round of whatever card game they were playing. Natasha’s hand rested on your thigh, squeezing accidentally while she laughed. The music played in the background, barely heard over the nearly hundred voices that filled the main room of the compound for the latest party Tony had deemed necessary.

You turned your head towards your wife to admire her for a moment. Nat caught your eye, sending you an admiring smile that she reserved only for you.

“You look radiant,” she murmured, leaning in closer to press a chaste kiss to your lips. You blushed, loving the red that still tainted your cheeks after four years of marriage.

"You look like home," you replied quietly, just barely loud enough for her- and Steve (curse that super soldier's hearing)- to hear.

She really did look like home. Her dress was long sleeve and snug, ending just below her knees and made of the softest cashmere. It was cozy and warm and loving, just like her, just like home.

The smile she let show threatened to overtake her lips, so she ducked her head as she always did. Perhaps even more so, considering the amount of alcohol she'd ingested.

You were the only one not drinking, which probably had something to do with the fact that you were seven months pregnant... with twins. You felt like you could hardly move and you the thought of two more months made you simultaneously groan and smile. Not to mention, you hadn't used your powers in a few months; the pregnancy hormones had affected your abilities in a questionable way, and the last time you had tried to let the familiar cool water flow from your hands, nothing had happened. It simply seemed that they had.. petered out. And you were warned by Dr. Cho to avoid trying to use them too much anyway.

"I should probably go check on the intelligence report," you said, sighing. Given that you were the only completely sober being present, it was your task to check on the latest intelligence report currently running after some curious and daunting messages of late.

Natasha nearly pouted, before standing and gripping your forearms with the gentle strength that only your wife could perfect. You groaned, all of your muscles giving maximum effort to stand from a seated position, your large abdomen giving you little room to move.

"God, I have two more months of that," you muttered.

"And it's only going to get harder," Clint chimed in, chuckling sympathetically. You sent him a mock glare.

"I'll go with you," Nat stated, a hand falling to your back. She hardly let you go anywhere alone, not that you minded. Living in the Avengers compound was one of the safest places there was, but it also was a target.

"Sit, I'll go," Steve said, "I've got to check on Bucky anyway."

"Finally, Natasha, it is your turn to lose so one money," Tony grinned, shuffling the deck of cards. Your wife retook her seat, rolling her eyes.

Steve met you next to the couch, offering an arm, which you took gladly. The team had been nothing but supportive after finding out about the pregnancy. They were all in agreement regarding your safety and protection. It was automatic at this point for them to watch over you, something that warmed your heart daily.

"How is Bucky?" you questioned.

"He misses being able to walk," Steve chuckled. "That's what he gets for fighting on a torn knee."

"It's been a week since surgery, right?"

He nodded. "And another week before he'll be able to get up and walk on it."

You hummed sympathetically. It was what all of you hated the most- feeling useless, being unable to be an Avenger. You had grown quite accustomed to the feeling.

Your friend, reached out with his other hand to open the door for you, following you inside the intelligence room, curious what the report would say too.

You studied the screen and briefly leafed through some papers, stopping at another odd message printed. Your brow furrowed.

"What is it?" Steve asked.

"It's a date. Today," you answered, looking up to read his expression.

You'd seen the confusion and slight nervousness in his face before glass shattered in the not-so-far distance. Steve looked at you, panicked.

"We need to get you to the bunker."

"We don't even know what's-"

"It doesn't matter," he interrupted. Shouting then could be heard, growing closer in a split second. "Now."

You moved as quickly as you could, exiting only after Steve cleared the hallway. The two of you moved with expertise, albeit a bit slower than normal, towards the stairs. He helped you down the stairs, hurrying you along without rushing you. When you turned down the hallway that held the bunker, several beings masked in dark leather suits and glowing face shields awaited you.

"Stay back," Steve commanded, not even waiting for a response before running toward them at full speed. He pulled a knife from his pocket and set to work. You felt utterly useless, powerless, as you watched them swarm him. A few tried to sneak past to you, but he wouldn't let them come even close. You stood, anxious, barely breathing. Two swift hits to the stomach and knees had Steve knocked on the ground, stumbling for his footing. On instinct, you stepped forward, hands out in front of you.

You had no thoughts as you summoned the familiar tingle of your powers, forgetting completely that they may not even work for you. When coolness flowed through your fingertips, you only then realized you hadn't been able to do that for a while, and you probably shouldn't be doing it now.

But it didn't matter, there were enemies at hand, and you were an Avenger.

So you let a wave hit the men with everything you had. It was nowhere what you had attempted to do, but it worked nonetheless. It gave Steve the opportunity he needed to jump up and take them out quickly.

He took the remaining problems out with ease and then ran back to you.

"Are you hurt?"

"No, you?"

"You shouldn't have used your powers," he said aloud, more a fact and realization at what you had done rather than a scolding.

"I know."

"Bunker," he stated, gently pushing you towards the door. "Stay inside until you get the 'all clear."

You nodded, finding the hidden keypad and locking yourself inside.

++++++

When Steve returned back up to the party, he found several similar bodies strewn about and a few slightly out of breath Avengers.

"Y/N?" Natasha demanded.

"In the bunker, safe and unharmed."

She nodded, a thanks to her good friend.

"Anybody know what the hell is going on?" Clint asked, setting his bow and arrow down.

"Just today's date written down in a message, we just saw it in the report but couldn't piece anything together," Steve answered.

Natasha heard that and knew there was nothing to answer for now, so she started towards the hallway.

"Nat, she used her powers."

Your wife turned on her heel at that, whipping in the soldier's direction faster than lightning.

"Call Cho," was all she said.

++++++

"Natasha is entering," JARVIS announced, causing you to sit upright, eyes glued to the door.

"Oh, thank god," your wife muttered, seeing you sitting unscathed. "Are you alright?" She rushed over to you, kneeling in front of you, eyes scanning your form, hand coming to rest against your cheek after she found nothing.

"I'm fine. Are you?" You turned to plant a kiss to her palm.

"Fine. You used your powers."

"Well, somewhat. They didn't work exactly right," you responded, frowning.

"What happened?"

You told her how you had saved Steve, well only by giving him a slight edge.

"What's wrong?" Natasha asked gently, picking up on your rather displeased tone.

"I feel useless," you whispered, tears pooling in your eyes as you shifted your gaze downward. Gentle fingers tugged your chin upwards until you were forced to meet those familiar emerald eyes.

"You are growing two human beings. That is not useless. I know you aren't avenging right now, but you did just save Steve, even if your powers were limited. Just because you can't do what you normally used to doesn't mean you aren't doing other things that aren't just as amazing, baby."

The corners of your lips twitched upwards, your mood already lifting.

"That's my girl. Now let's go upstairs, Cho is going to check you out."

"Natasha, I'm-"

"I don't care if you're fine," she tutted. "I'm not taking any chances."

With that, she kissed you softly and helped you upright.

++++++

BONUS

"And you know what she said?" Steve asked, a hand placed over his heart as he sat next to Bucky in bed. "You look like home." He sighed softly, as he thought of his two friends who were so beyond perfect for one another.

"How is that supposed to make my knee better?"

[stxrvel]

the one where you came close! (2)

series summary. the holy grail of the seven men who ruled the country's entertainment used to be your friends at school. now, ten years later and between successes and failures, what reason would they have to want to come back into your life? pairing. eventually ot7 x f!reader. content. first of all, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes! curse words, we're still on the safe zone, angst if you squint, just silly writing! a/n. hi guys! finally second chapter is out! im blown away with your response!! thank u so much from the bottom of my heart! i loooooved reading your comments <33 pls remember updates are weekly or biweekly! and if you want to be tagged pls say so in the comments! see you next week ;)

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“This is unbelievable! We're going to be rich!!!” 

“What makes you think my sister is going to give you any of that money?” 

“I created that Instagram account that was tagged in Kim Taehyung's damn story, I deserve a raise!” 

“What makes you drones think my daughter is going to give you any of that money?”

“None of you are going to get anything out of that act of feigned innocence. Honey, are you all right?”

It seemed like a light had gone on in the room, four pairs of eyes landing on your still pale, surprised face. The night had been heavy after Yuna's call and you'd had so little sleep that you didn't know how you were functioning at the moment. Maybe that was the thing: you weren't functioning at all.

When you woke up, you thought it had all been a bad dream and that definitely the first exposure you'd had to the guys in years hadn't been because Taehyung came across your books at a convention you decided not to go to and uploaded them to his Instagram account with over eighty million followers. It was impossible, wasn't it? Too crazy. 

Maybe not as crazy as waking up to your parents banging on your bedroom door saying that over a hundred thousand orders had been placed overnight and they didn't have enough book production for that much demand. 

Be that as it may, Yuna and your mother took care of the communications on the account. You went from having twenty followers (including your family and friends —your father had created an account exclusively for that and only followed you—), to almost sixty thousand in at least twelve hours. The posts you had worked so hard to create and put together were finally getting the attention they deserved, but it had all happened so fast and suddenly that it was too strong to process calmly. 

Weighing which was stronger, whether Taehyung's acknowledgment of your existence after so many years of zero contact or that your book sales shot up so immeasurably that they couldn't even keep up with demand, even if a month went by, didn't make things any easier. 

“She's obviously still in shock,” Yuna replied to your mother at your lack of response from the living room, right across the dining room where you had been sitting since you had come down from your room. Your breakfast was still untouched on the table, but that seemed to be the least important thing in the room with all the more important news. 

“Have the printers answered yet?” your brother's voice through the speaker of your father's phone rang as you blinked, reality settling too slowly on your shoulders. You didn't even want to think about what it meant that Taehyung had done that. Maybe it was simply an altruistic act, wasn't it? Maybe he felt guilt and wanted to ameliorate it somehow. What better way than to do an act of charity?

“I'm on it,” your father was sitting across from you in the dining room, his laptop on the glass of the table as he moved his hands over the keyboard and stared through his glasses at the full tip of his nose. From the way his eyes narrowed, your mother snorted. 

“Why don't you get those glasses adjusted if you know you don't see well up close, let alone on electronic devices?” the woman reached over, dragging your father's glasses until they were almost glued to his eyebrows. Your father barely gave her a goofy grin as your mother started shaking her hands. “You better move. I'll do it. You write too slow; you're getting on our son's nerves.” 

“Nah, I'm fine. I don't know if y/n is tho.” 

Silence returned and you growled internally. Well, that was enough conjecture and assumptions without any information to substantiate them, it was time to get down to business. 

 “Do you think we should take over this business now?” Yuna completely ignored your stretch and you sent her a confused look. 

Your brother exclaimed from the phone in agreement. “I call dibs on the treasury!” 

“There's no way you can keep the accounts right! You're studying law.” 

“Seojun is good at numbers, Yuna.” 

 “Ha, with all due respect Mrs. I/n, he must only be good at counting sheep.”

 “Hey,” you tried to get attention, getting up from the chair. 

 “y/n, don't talk, you're still in shock. Can you believe he once called me from the supermarket to ask if he got his change right? He didn't even move from the checkout counter. There were people booing him.” 

 “Ow, my poor baby.” 

 “I told you not to say that to anyone!” 

 “I can't keep quiet if they're speaking lies about you!” 

 “This wasn't lies! This is about my pride!” 

 “Nonsense. I'll handle the treasury. I double majored in finance and international relations for a reason.” 

 “You can't run anything without starting bossing everyone around!” 

 “It's not my fault you're a good-for-nothing!” 

 God. It was going to be a long day. 

- 

Sorting out the whole printing issue and the number of orders was difficult, but with a couple of stories, interactions with new followers and express delivery of the few copies you'd already had at home for months, the waters calmed down a bit. Now, in the stifling silence of your room, you wanted to run. 

 “Are you going to stare at the ceiling all night?” 

 “Maybe.” 

Yuna watched you from the bed while all you could do was stare as notifications continued to pop up on your Instagram account and your mail because the requests simply wouldn't stop, even though you had made a thousand clarifications to all the new followers. You were trying to focus on the bright side of things, regardless of whatever reasons there may have been for everything to have happened that way, but with your friend's incessant gaze lying on your bed it made it a little difficult. You knew she wanted to pierce your skull from curiosity, but you wouldn't know how you would answer her questions. 

 “Is there anything you'd like to share with the class?” 

 The tension had become a little more latent during the last few minutes, when Yuna saw a specific notification on the account. Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin had followed you. To describe your look of shock might be an understatement, and all you did for the next half hour was run across the room and throughout the house vociferating that you were living a nightmare. 

 Yuna has known all along that you had never been a fan of the siamese or their clan of friends, but she never knew why exactly. You had to tell her that you weren't interested in fashion, that you didn't like the kind of music Jungkook made, that hip-hop was never your thing, that you weren't interested in dilfs and you weren't interested in dance either. You had to tell her that all the things you once did with them didn't matter to you because it was painful, even if it was hard to accept.

 You couldn't remember the times you would go shopping at the small mall in town to buy the trending clothes to put together different outfits with Taehyung and Jimin, then go try them all on at your house and invite the others and even your parents to do an impromptu runway show. You couldn't remember how the genre of music that Jungkook and you listened to all the time on his iPod and your MP3 player was the same one that his entire music career focuses on. You couldn't remember the nights when Yoongi would share his writings with you and you would help him compose a song or two on the piano when he felt brave enough. Or the times when you would accompany Hoseok to his workouts and then watch him create dance routines to his favorite songs while Jungkook sang in the background. You also didn't want to remember the times when Namjoon and Seokjin would sponsor their trips and give everyone gifts without expecting anything in return. 

You couldn't remember those things. It was too much to bear for such a weak heart. 

“What do you want to know?” you sighed, your body sliding on the chair as the notifications grew. 

“How did all this happen?” 

“Why do you think I have an answer for that?” 

Yuna clicked her tongue, sitting on the bed with the cell phone still in her hands, still staring at the notification that snapped her out of her sanity. 

“It's just… this is all unbelievable, magnificent and unreal. But how come you're not so excited about what happened?” Yuna slid across the sheets, to be right in front of you, but you refused to look away from the computer. Every time you thought you had overcome and grown around everything that happened so many years ago, something would pop up to remind you that you still had a long way to go. Maybe the nostalgia was strong, but so was the anger. “Regardless of how things turned out, because I know you're not as big a fan as me, this opens a million doors for you and I don't know why you're not celebrating it like we are.” 

 “It's…complicated.” 

 “I don't think so. Tell me.” 

Yuna was unstoppable when she wanted to get answers out, but besides the obvious, of course there was something else that bothered you and kept you from enjoying this boom so much. 

 “It's just that all of this doesn't feel like it was a product of my effort,” you began, letting your gaze wander over the desk. The copies of your books you kept for yourself, the first ones you'd ever printed several years ago, lay there, as tattered as your failed accomplishment. “It doesn't feel like an achievement that my work had exploded thanks to a celebrity whose fans would buy even the toilet paper he uses. A lot of those people won't even read the book. They will just buy it and take a picture of it to say that they have the same book that the great Kim Taehyung read. Many of those books will never have a life, they will just be dust collectors and be reminders that all this did not happen because of my effort.” 

“What the fuck are you blabbering about? Of course it's the fruit of your effort! Of course you deserve it!” Yuna got up from the bed and moved the chair around the back to leave you in front of her disgruntled and almost offended face. You could see the words drawn in her face. “You worked so many years to pull this off and after so many bumps you finally can! You deserve to have what you wanted so badly. This recognition will last just the same because many other people will read them and love them and they may not be many, but you will form a solid foundation as time goes on with people who will be truly unconditional and supportive and that will grow over time. Don't look at this so negatively, maybe you skipped a couple of steps, but you had every right to. It was what you deserved after all the effort and dedication you put into this project for so many years.” 

 Yuna didn't hesitate for a second. Her very serious expression sent a shiver down your spine and you could tell from her furrowed brow that she really was angry at your perception. Perhaps she was right, but without knowing the full background of this specific situation, you were only left to shake your head in assent and send her a grateful smile. 

“I guess you're right,” you lifted a shoulder, turning your gaze back to your mail notifications.

“Of course I am!” the smile returned to her face and it didn't take long for her to look back down at her phone with sparkling eyes. “Now that we got the emotional charge out of the way, would you mind telling me how you know Taehyung?” 

Your breathing stopped for a second and you cursed yourself because it sounded too loud as you almost choked on your own saliva. 

“Oh?” 

Play fucking dumb. 

“What, did you think I wasn't going to notice? He wrote it crystal clear.” 

Yuna wasn't even looking at you, too focused on running her finger over the row of notifications. Her nonchalant demeanor only caused you to panic more. It was as if she had caught you red-handed. 

One of the best writers I've ever met in my life, damn you Kim Taehyung. 

“Ah… I didn't… I didn't really know him so let's just say…”

“He couldn't have said that for nothing, don't you think? No celebrity would do that unless it was a person they hold in deep regard.” 

Yuna had just caught you totally off guard. Maybe you should've focused a lot more on what Taehyung had written before you blocked his user from your personal account and threw the phone in the bottom of your drawer the night before and tried hard not to think about the rest for the rest of the night and all that day. 

“It's just that… uhm… we studied at the same school. But for a short time actually. I don't even remember it well actually, ha, ha.” 

Your laugh came out too constrained under your friend's narrow-eyed stare. You knew you'd have a hard time convincing her because you were a lousy liar. 

“You know, it always struck me as odd that you weren't a fan. Taehyung and Jimin are like the two extremes of your ideal type.” 

“Whaaaat?”

“And Jungkook's music is literally the kind of music you listen to, you just don't listen to his. All the other artists in the same genre you do listen to.”

“That has nothing to do with…” 

“And even your parents don't claim to know Kim Seokjin when your mother was literally a nurse. She probably worked with him.” 

“What does that have to do…?”  

“And your brother is a hip-hop fan. How come he doesn't listen to Agust D? He's the best rapper of the last few decades and he's been trending for a long time.” 

“…” 

At what fucking moment? 

“And all of them, plus Hobi and Namjoon, they all went to the same school. They're all friends. And you say you went to school with Taehyung?” 

“Ahm… well, yes, but it's not like I would have met the others.” 

Yuna looked at you, really looked you straight in the eyes as if that way she could tell what it was you were hiding or as if that solved all her guesses. It was impossible for her not to figure it out if she had already tied up all the damn loose ends. 

Since the boys had left one by one, clearly your family was the first to realize how much their departures had affected you. In the beginning there was communication and all, but when Jungkook was the last to leave you lost any kind of link with them completely. You never knew exactly what happened because no matter how hard you tried to contact them you couldn't, not even your parents could talk to the boys' parents. Perhaps they had simply grown up, matured, completely forgetting about their ordinary life in that town. 

They seemed to have disappeared from the planet. 

Until your family moved to the capital. Jungkook was just starting out as an idol, but he had an amazing debut. He had captivated the entire audience and was too successful almost from the second one. It was a torment to watch them grow professionally little by little because, although you were happy for their achievements and all, you couldn't forget that they had basically abandoned you. And your parents and Seojun had noticed. They had noticed how much seeing them all over the place was bumming you out, so unreachable when at one point they were all in your living room eating your mother's delicious kimchi and listening to your father's anecdotes. Everyone was affected by their departures, but clearly no one as much as you. 

That's why, of course, your parents and brother had made a silent vow to keep all media about the boys away from you, because they didn't even talk about it by accident in the house, at least not when you were present. 

“It must be a huge coincidence…” Yuna continued and only at that moment did you realize how much you got into your head. Your vision slightly blurred. “I shouldn't accuse you of anything for things like that, should I? What nonsense.” 

You were probably as white as a sheet of paper. 

“Yeah, it would be too weird… ha, ha.” 

God, you had to stop letting out those giggles when you were nervous. 

“Anyway, should we order fried chicken for dinner?” 

“I think I heard mom say she was going to make japchae.” 

“Ohhhhhh, Mrs. l/n's japchae is delicious!” 

You let out a laugh watching your friend spring up from the bed and head for the door. She stopped halfway out and pointed her index finger at you. 

“Don't tell my mom I said that.” 

You made a gesture to zipper your mouth shut and Yuna finally left. 

The previous conversation had been so tense that you already felt tired and ready to sleep at seven o'clock at night. Really the whole day had been so heavy for everyone that you didn't know how the lights in the house were still on. For now, you couldn't do anything else, even if orders continued to come in, now everything depended on the printer and how fast the books would come out, so you would have to wait. 

Maybe you should rest. You had asked your boss for the day off, but tomorrow you would have to continue working hard. Regardless of the incredible growth you'd had, you couldn't let your work go to waste. 

Tomorrow would be a new day. A quieter one, preferably. 

-

a/n: i'll try to have ready part 3 for next week! see you on june 13 at 11:59 pm - GMT5 time!

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[sunblchdfly]

four times rhett abbott has said “i love you”.

pairing: rhett abbott x reader

warnings: suggestive, fluff, not proof-read.

a/n: very loosely based on the song and music video oklahoma smokeshow by zach bryan. i reeaallly want to elaborate on rhett picking you up after a date gone wrong. might write that sometime in the future.

august 27, 2017

you two lay in the field of wildflowers soaking up the last of the summer sun. it was late august, and the leaves didn’t stick around long after that. your eyes were closed, thinking of nothing but the summer breeze and the itchy grass beneath you. rhett lay next to you, watching you. he took you in. the way the golden sun hit your face, the way your hair sprawled out under you, the way your eyes squint in the sun, even the way your hands were still clasped around the flowers you’d picked.

“i love you.” he whispered, barely audible. he didn’t mean to say it…it just slipped out. he couldn’t help it. you just looked so. beautiful.

“did you say something?” you turned to him, propping yourself up on your arm.

“nothing. i said nothing.” rhett replied, putting on his brightest smile.

—

september 16, 2018

you ran out of the bar, blinded by your own tears. you see the blur of rhetts truck just a few feet away from you. you’d called him when your date went absolutely horrible. not only was your date drunk when you’d arrived, but he tried feeling you up. multiple times.

ring, ring, ring! was all you could hear over the loud laughter and music.

“hello?” you heard over the other end. “Rhett,” you cried out. “can you please come get me? I’m at Brock’s.”

“whoa, hey, hey, what happened?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

“i-i don’t wanna-i can’t- rhett please, can you come get me?” you said, choking on a sob.

“im on my way, do you want me to stay on the phone with you?” he asked.

“yes.” was all you could mewl out. you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything else. you just cried. rhett felt his stomach churn. he couldn’t stand when you were upset, it made him feel sick to his stomach.

“i’m sorry.” was the first thing you said when you got in.

“why are you sorry? hey,” he said calmly as he took your hand. “look at me. what happened?” he looked at you anxiously. a million things were going through his head right now, but all he could focus on was if you were hurt.

“please, just drive.” you whispered. your voice was broken and hoarse from all of the crying.

rhett said nothing. it was clear you didn’t want to talk about whatever had happened to you. he knew that in time you would come to him. you always did.

“It’ll be okay, I lo-.” he said, and stopped himself. He’s not sure you heard, anyway. you were lost in your own thoughts as you rested your head against the window watching the bar disappear in the distance.

—

march 7, 2019

your post high haze still clouded your mind. you guys have been doing this for a few months now, but it always ended with you waking up to a cold, unsolicited bed. it wasn’t like rhett to stay, usually he’d already be gone by now. yet, you and rhett lay in the twisted linen. he watched you, his arm under you, as you caught your breath. you’d made the sweetest sounds for him. rhett had taken a mental note of every moan, whimper, and cry. he’s had years to think of ways to undo you, to make you fall apart at his fingertips. he’s still trying fathom how it’s become his reality now.

you waited for him to say something. your mind was racing, you don’t know if you’d just ruined the only true friendship you’ve ever had or-

“i love you. i’m in love with you.” rhett stumbled over his words. “ever since i’ve known you. you’re it for me.”

he waited for a response. you looked at him and brought your hand up the his cheek, he automatically leaned into your touch.

“you don’t have to say anythin-“ he tried to get out, but you interrupted.

“be quiet, cowboy. i love you too.” you said. he stared at you for another minute before he pulled you closer to him and pressed his lips to yours.

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July 2, 2022

rhett winces at your touch. his head was on fire. he took a nasty fall at the latest rodeo. so, here you are at 1am patching up your husband.

“it’s not even that bad.” rhett cringed as soon as the words came out of his mouth. it was a complete and total lie. it hurt him to even speak.

You shot him a glare.

the pale moonlight painted his face through the window. rhett groaned as he tried to get into a more comfortable position.

“okay, i’m done.” you said, helping him up after you’ve finished the last bandage.

“fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “thank you, baby.” even after all of this time, his southern drawl still made your stomach do flips. his accent became thicker by every second he got more tired.

you went to go clean up the first aid kit you had laying out, but rhett had other plans. he pulled you next to him, wincing as he did so. you couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped out.

“and what do you think you’re doing?” you asked, a small grin adorning your face.

“need you,” was all he muttered, face buried in your neck, nipping at the delicate skin. his fingers danced around the waistband of your pajama shorts. your hand found the back of his head. you ran your hands through his chestnut locks and gave a little tug. you hummed, letting yourself feel the bliss of your lover.

“we can’t.” you said in a defeated tone. “when you’re better, i promise you can have me anyway you’d like,” you smiled and lifted his head from your neck. you ran your thumb across his bottom lip. “or I’ll have you, cowboy.” you smirked.

rhett looked at you like you were the only person in the world. you were, truly. to him you were everything. his night and his day.

“god, i love you.”

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a/n: please let me know of any typos <3

[priniya]

MYSTERY OF LOVE !

kenma kozume’s girlfriend casually walks in on his stream and spends some time with him.

notes: kenma kozume x reader. established relationship, streamer!kenma and reader, kind of tenz and kydae relationship (cus im a simp for them).

taglist (click here to be added!)

“hey, sorry if ‘m interrupting, but you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast. want me to make something particular for you or my mom’s lasagne will be okay?” you entered your boyfriend’s office, leaning on the doorway with a worried expression on your face. his eyes shot to you almost immediately, and you could watch his face lightening up upon seeing your silhouette.

“fuck me, it’s been a whole day already?” he asked, tilting his head back by pulling his (a little too long) hair. “whatever you’ll bring me i’d eat with pleasure, love.” a shadow of smile spread over his face as you nodded. “thanks, love you.”

it also turned out that he didn’t mute his stream, and everyone heard his show of affection to you. the whole chat spammed with hearts and awws as you were a common guest on his streams since you were a streamer yourself.

after a few minutes of playing, you walked into the room again, staying off-screen as you handed him the plate with promised lasagne. “don’t you wanna say hi?” he asked, looking at you with a small beam.

it’s been a few months since you revealed your relationship accidentally, there was a glimpse of you, giving your boyfriend a smooch on the lips during one of the irl live-stream of your close friend. the internet had already known you were friends, so announcing that you weren’t only good friends was a hot topic for you two, deciding if you should do it.

“hello chat” you spoke out softly, appearing on the stream with a smile, you could feel kenma’s arm wrap around your waist prior to pulling you to sit on his lap. “wait, have you pulled for nilou on my account already? am telling you chat, this boy is the luckiest one out there.”

“it’s obvious i’m lucky, i have you.” his arm tightened around your waist, as he rested his head on your shoulder, ready for all the edits to flood his twitter timeline. “i haven’t though, do you wanna see how she loses 50/50 with jean?” your boyfriend chuckled, switching the scene so the viewers could only see you.

“stop saying that. i’m gonna off myself if i get another constellation of her. i’m serious chat.” you stated, a serious grimace on your face as kenma logged into your account and switched back the scene when the loading screen appeared. “i’ve been playing on ken’s account lately, yknow farming artifacts for his nilou and gooood, she’s so gorgeous.” you dragged out, shifting on his lap as he opened the wishing window.

viewer kodzuken wished for nilou?? he said she’s shitty

“i didn’t say she’s shitty, i think she’s not worth wishing for.” he answered, making the first ten pull. “yet you still have her in your main party?” you frowned.

“it’s because i know you like her.” he confessed, making you melt internally. you turned your head to face your boyfriend and left a peck on his lips. “you haven’t noticed? i hate playing with the bloop bloop skin in valorant, but it’s your favorite so i always have it on.”

you were about to reply when the game shined with gold. “SHE’S COMING!” you shouted, but then, almost as if your boyfriend cursed it, you saw jean on the screen. “you’re sleeping on the couch today.”

he laughed lowly in respond as he continued to pull on the hydro character’s banner until another gold show on the screen (literally twenty pulls later). “she came home, told you, you’d get her.”

when the stream finally ended, and kenma finally took a break to eat a proper meal besides a few bars of snickers. you sat beside him at the couch, and watch him as he eat. “you should start eating during streams, baby. i’m getting worried.” you muttered, resting your head on his shoulder with a sigh. “almost a ten hours long stream and you ate three snickers and drink at least four energy drinks, ‘s not healthy at all.”

“i’m sorry, love. i’ll set myself a reminder, okay? don’t your pretty head worry.”

[f4iry-bell]

Grayson x reader argument angst/comfort

dates and bags

this was supposed to be in my current series but I've decided to stop it and so it's here!! idk if it'll come under comfort tho because it's just vvv little confort but YEAH!!!!!

It has been exactly a month since things started becoming a bit serious with Grayson and her. A month of pure contentment. But it didn't last long, it was like someone was praying for them to seperated because Grayson started being distant. Everyday phone calls became text messages, text messages became one word reply or being left on read. Weekly dates or just them going out together became rare. He barely answered her calls, he'd text her ‘im bust’ after ignoring her calls. At first she believed that he was actually busy with work, after all he had his own life. But how long can one stay busy? Probably Grayson Hawthorne but this time Grayson Hawthorne has a girlfriend or whatever they are right now. A serious commitment.

It took her three phone calls and use of imperative sentences to convince him to meet her at a cafe they used to meet. Neither of them spoke much once Grayson arrived at the cafe late. 

“So, how are you doing?” She asked him with a bland tone. 

“Fine” He replied with an aloof tone.

“Are you sure?” She asked with her eyebrows raised. 

“Yes.” 

“Then why have you been acting like an asshole to me all week?” She snapped.

Grayson was taken aback by her snapping. But he kept his cool. “No need of vulgar language to resolve whatever silly reason you're mad at me for” 

“Silly reason?” She scoffed.

“I don't think I have done anything for you to be this mad” He said.

“You've been distancing yourself from me and ghosting me for a week!” She tried hard not to yell.

“I told you, I have been busy. Plus, I do answer your texts.” 

“No, you don't. You say ‘ok’, ‘i'll text you later’, ‘i’m busy’. You don't answer me.” She cleared it for him.

“I thought you'd understand that I'm a busy man, I don't have time for you all day”

“But you did when we met! If not all day, you had time for me for at least an hour. Now you can't even spare me a minute” She breaks down, the anger now turning into hurt.

Instead of giving her a reason, a real reason. Grayson tried to leave. “Look, I don't have time for this. I'll talk to you later,”he said.

“Screw this. Don't bother. If you even bother enough to think about me.” She stood up, grabbing her bag and taking out a bill to pay. “I'm out of this. I'm done” 

“What do you mean?” He asked as he watched her move out of their table.

“You know what I mean.” With that the one romantic relationship that worked out well for Grayson ended.

_

She tried not to think about Grayson and how he used to treat her, she tried not to care at all so she wouldn't be hurt. But she failed every time. It has been exactly four days since she called it off and blocked his number, not that she was expecting him to call or text. At 1 in the morning someone knocked on her apartment door. She walked out of bed and started to think whether or not to answer the door, it's 1 am, who could it be? 

Sighing she opened the door just 3 inches to see who it was while holding a broomstick behind her. She was surprised and angry to see who it was. 

“Grayson?”

He smiled. “Hello, love” She can smell the alcohol in his breath.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, and she noticed he was still holding a flask. How much did he drink?

“I missed you” He looked at her how he used to.

“Well keep missing me, cause I'm not talking to you. Go back to your place” She said and was about to slam the door but stopped when he gagged like was going to puke. 

“Sorry about that. Anyways, you look so beautiful,” he commented with a cheeky smile. Her anger only grew.

“Did you drive here?” She asked and he nodded. “Are you stupid? Driving while you're this drunk?” She asked, followed by an annoyed scoff.

 She shook her head and asked him to book a cab and go back to his place again, when he tried to get closer to her he almost lost his balance.

“You're so frustrating.” She said and grabbed his arm to help him inside her apartment, she helped him to sit on the couch and went to grab a glass of water for him. When she came back he was drinking from the flask again, she snatched it from his hand and handed him the glass. “Drink this”

“Thank you” He drank it. “Shouldn't you be mad at me?” He asked. 

“I am.”

“Then why are you offering me water?”

“So you can sober up and leave”

“Wrong. Because you're nice,” he said. “Too nice. Too pretty, too adoring, too passing, too considerate” He kept going.

“All that and yet—” Grayson cut her off mid sentence by talking.

“I told my brothers about you” He said. “And what happened”

“What did they say?” She tried not to think that Grayson told his brothers because he thought he messed up.

“They called me an idiot” He smiled.

“You are”

“I know. They also said you deserve an explanation. I guess that's why I'm here” 

“Go on, explain”

“Like I said, you're just too good. Too good for me, I don't deserve you but I decided to be selfish when I asked you out. But I started to panic because I was getting attached to you, I thought this would just be a fling but it was becoming so much bigger. It wasn't supposed to be like that for me, I can't stay selfish for a very long time. If you know my family history you'd hate me.” He explained.

“You think you don't deserve me? Grayson, I'm not special. And that is no excuse to distance yourself from me. Do you know how much you've hurt me? And I don't care about your family history, I liked you for you. You as an individual.”

“You liked me? You don't like me now? I understand. It was a false hope for thinking you'd still like me, I did act like an asshole to you” He let out a fake chuckle.

She thought for a moment before speaking. “I still like you, you know. You can't dislike someone just like that, especially someone like you.” She said.

Grayson blinked “You do?”

She nods.

“Does that mean you'd be willing to forgive me? My brothers said I should at least try and ask you for another chance” He asked.

She rolled her eyes. “First of all you didn't apologise yet.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For pushing you away because I hate myself and can't allow myself to have nice things” 

She sighs. “It's gonna take a lot more than a drunken apology.”

“So you'd be willing to try?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

She shrugged. “Now come on, let's get you to bed.” She said and took his hand, and laid him on her bed. “And don't you dare puke on my sheets” She warns.

He moved to the corner giving her some space, she climbed next to him and he wrapped his arms around her. “Is this okay?” He asked.

“It's fine.” She said, totally not bothered by his touch.

After five minutes of silence she spoke. “You know, you deserve to be loved. I don't why you think you don't, but you're a nice person, Grayson. And if you let me, I might fall in love with you”

“Thank you for saying that. Also, take back what you said earlier.” He said.

“What?”

“When you said you're not special. Because you are, to me.”

 She turned to his side. “Don't sweet talk me. You owe me multiple dates before I officially forgive you”

“Just dates?”

“And a bag, maybe.”

“Dates and bag it is then”

She smiled. “You're really good at pushing people. But this better be the last time. Okay?”

“Yes, ma’am” 

[toxic3mmy]

heyy!! i was wondering if you could write a story about reader and alex who have been liking each other since and dating around 2021, then finally announced there relationship in 2024? hope this isn’t a hard ask, love you!

sure! i’ll try my best! i love you too!! also im sorry its a bit short!!

prompt: you and alex decide to finally announce your relationship

no warnings, super fluffy!!

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big announcement coming today at 10pm pst!!

~q

you read over his tweet. after so many years you had to hide your relationship and now you were making it public.

you thought back to when you met alex and when you guys began dating.

the music was pulsing through you and so were the drinks you had. you were out at a club by yourself.

you had gotten out of a relationship two months ago but it was heartbreaking. he had you wrapped around his finger and you never even realized he was cheating on you. of course now, you had to do everything to not feel so empty.

so here you find yourself, almost plastered and just enjoying your night. you look down and see that your cup is empty. you walk up to the bar and wait to order another drink.

“so many people” you mumble to yourself

there were a lot of people keeping the bartender busy so it was quite a wait.

a handsome guy walked up to the bar and made eye contact with you.

“any drink you recommend?” he asked you

he was really sexy, you thought to yourself

“thank you, i can say the same about you sweetheart” he replied

“oops, i must’ve said that aloud” you laughed, too intoxicated to feel embarrassed

“my name is alex, what’s your name? or should i call you beautiful?” he smirked

you playfully pushed him lightly, “oh shut up, im y/n, and as for the drink i would say maybe a paloma? not sure if you’re into tequila but yeah, it’s what i was going to order”

he nodded and called over the bartender

“can we get four shots with lime and salt and also two palomas, please?” he asked

“here” i hand alex a twenty dollar bill and he quickly rejected it

“no, its okay, i’ve got it hermosa” he said, paying for the drinks as they were brought to us

he handed you a shot and you both drank it together

with the second shot, you felt the alcohol surge confidence through you as you grabbed a lime and placed it in his mouth. you then poured some salt onto the side of his neck.

you got closer to him and licked the salt off of his skin. you threw back the shot and went to grab the lime from his mouth using yours. his eyes went wide as your lips met.

you pulled away from him with a content look on your face.

“my turn” alex whispered to you as he grabbed your hand and led you to some empty seats. he laid you down on them and poured salt down your cleavage in a line to your bellybutton. your cropped and revealing top made it easy for him to have all this access to your body. he then placed the lime in your mouth just as you did.

“its cold, just warning you” he laughed as he slowly poured the shot of tequila into your bellybutton.

he practically crawled over you as he lapped up the alcohol and moved up your body slowly, licking off the salt with his soft tongue. he took the lime from your mouth and it was his turn to have a smug look on his face.

“that was… really hot” you said as alex sat you up

“come on babe, let’s dance” he grabbed your hand and led you to the dance floor

with a drink in your hand, and his drink in his, the two of you danced sweetly together for what seemed like hours

after that, you exchanged numbers and you began dating shortly afterwards. it was a very odd coincidence that you both were streamers but you felt it was a good match.

alex was a huge streamer in 2021, when you met him, but now he’s even bigger and more known. you had a big following as well but nowhere near the amount of fans alex quackity had.

you smiled as you thought of the memories.

it was finally time. you helped alex set up his room for the stream.

“we’re really doing this, aren’t we ‘lex?”

alex stopped hanging up the banner in his hands and came closer to you

“hey.. it’s going to be alright y/n. trust me, my fans will love you! and if they don’t well i won’t put up with any bullshit. i’m ready to finally show off my amazing girlfriend. plus, i’m gonna have a lot of fun showing you off” he said as he tucked your hair behind your ears and kissed you softly

“yeah i guess you’re right. it’s gonna be so fun doing cringy couple streams! i’m excited about that and well, i want everyone to know that my sexy man is taken” you sighed

the two of you embraced and went back to decorating.

alex started his stream.

“hi everyone! hi guys, how are you all doing?” alex smiled brightly as he read his chat

you were sat in front of him and behind his camera, waiting for your entrance soon.

“so, this is a very important announcement that i wanted to make for you guys as you can see from the decor behind me” he pointed behind him dramatically

“well… it’s time i get serious and come clean to you all. this is something a bit difficult to talk about but i think it’s important and it’s time to come out and just say it”

alex takes a deep breath and continues,

“i have been hiding my relationship for a few years now. i’m sure you guys know y/twitchuser. shed quite awesome isn’t she? well, me and y/n have been dating seriously since 2021. i wanted to just let my fans know because i love you guys and well… im also really in love with this girl… come here, amor” he gestured for you to sit in the cameras view

you sat next to your boyfriend and nervously waved at the camera.

“hi guys… how are you?”

the chat went absolutely wild. they were so happy and congratulated the two of you.

“wow guys, thank you so much. you don’t know how much this means to me!”

alex went on and on talking to his fans, crying tears of joy. you reached up and dried his face, giving him a kiss on the cheek and a smile. alex smiled at you and continued to talk to his fans.

everyone was ecstatic and just so happy for you guys. soon, it was time for alex to say goodbye and end the stream as it was only a short one.

“that went really well… thank you y/n” he took your hand in his

“for what alex?”

“for everything. for just being you. for being the best girlfriend in the world. i love you so so much, mi corazóncito”

“te amo alex… thank you for finally sitting down with me and telling your fans about us.”

“of course baby.. you mean the world to me” he smiled at you

“so.. maybe we could reenact how we met as a celebration… with this” you pull out a bottle of tequila and smile shyly

“that actually sounds like a good idea! but i can’t promise that i’ll be able to take my hands off of you, especially looking like that” he smirked, his hands holding you by the hips

you laughed and felt your face get hot all over

“come on, babe” you pulled alex into your shared kitchen where you guys drank to celebrate your coming out as a couple.

[99tech99]

PRESENTING MY FIRST FANFIC/SMUT PIECE!!

guys, i am so excited about this!! it is sooo self indulgent but im really proud of how it turned out.

it was inspired by this picture and the thot of biting off krennic’s glove so he can finger fuck you at his desk.

my friend told me i was unhinged to be jealous of an inanimate object, but o well 😅

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT MINORS DNI GO AWAY, super self indulgent sorry not sorry, finger fucking, p in v, unprotected sex, age gap, a little bit of degradation, a little bit of possession, a hint of voyeurism at the end

like i said, this is my first attempt at this, so i would be very thankful for any and all types of feedback!

1.9k words under cut!

Krennic was getting annoyed with you, but it was hardly your fault. He had promised he would leave the office four hours ago and it was now three hours past your dinner reservation, yet he showed no sign that he was finished handling the day’s business. You could always give up on the evening, retire to your quarters, and hang up the exquisite gown you purchased for the occasion. But his all-consuming work with Stardust had kept Krennic away from the capital for months. There was no way you would voluntarily remove him from your sight.

And so you stayed, making yourself at home in the luxurious sitting area of Krennic’s office, getting ahead on your own work for the next week, replying to comms, and sifting through through the Imperial files Krennic had sent you that he thought would be of interest to you in your role as Senator of Kuat.

But you had finished that an hour ago. You had sighed and paced and poured yourself a drink and watched the sun sink below the Coruscant skyline as the city planet came alive with the night. You threw yourself down petulantly on the chaise lounge with yet another exasperated sigh. A clearing of his throat alerted you that your behavior was wearing thin on Krennic’s patience.

You studied the man before you. Even being in the same room with Krennic was intoxicating. Highly intelligent, unmatched aspiration, sharp wit, electric blue eyes, silver hair…even the way he took that silly Imperial cape so seriously. Yes, he did have a temper and dealt ruthlessly with his enemies, but Stardust was indispensable to the fate of the galaxy. Half measures could hardly be tolerated.

It was no wonder you had fallen for him. All in all, Director Orson Krennic was undeniably one of the most desirable men in the galaxy. And he was the only one for you.

You could take it no longer.

You headed straight to Krennic’s desk, and leaning against it, crossed your arms and scowled down at him. At long last his concentration broke and he glanced up at you with an eyebrow raised and a most dissatisfied glare on his face.

“Well?” you demanded.

He held your gaze for a moment longer. He gave no response but sighed heavily and returned his attention to his datapad and holofiles.

Anyone else in the galaxy might have withered at his reaction, but you weren’t anyone in the galaxy.

Smiling to yourself, you took his left hand off the desk and brought to your face. Krennic didn’t react, but continued to peruse his files as though you weren’t even there. You inhaled the scent of leather and briefly nuzzled your cheek into the soft material. Slowly, you brought your mouth down onto his thumb, swirling your tongue around the digit and down onto his palm before grazing gently up with your teeth, pulling his thumb it out of your mouth with a soft pop.

You gave him a covert sidelong glance. Krennic had almost imperceptibly shifted his position in his chair, but otherwise he was working as diligently as before. Absolutely aware of the effect you were having on him, you smirked internally. You bit the tip of the glove and began to work it off his thumb with your teeth. You did the same with his index finger, and middle finger, making your way down his hand until his hand was bare. You let the glove drop from your mouth to the floor.

You placed yourself on the edge of Krennic’s desk as he continued to type a memo with his right hand. Taking advantage of your gown’s high slit you spread your thighs and guided Krennic’s fingers into your slick folds.

At long last he reacted. By gods how this man knew your body. Slowly and methodically he curled his index and middle fingers inside you, reaching the very spot he knew you craved most. You angled your hips upward, willing him to reach deeper still. You fought to keep your breathing steady as he increased his pace and pressure inside you. The sound of Krennic’s fingers sliding in and out of your wet cunt echoed through the silent office. Your breaths were shallow and uneven now. The challenge of trying to remain quiet while Krennic was composing a memo somehow only made you wetter.

You gasped as his thumb made contact with your clit. You bit your lip to keep yourself from crying out. As his thumb continued to trace circles over your bud you felt a heat rising in your core. You closed your eyes and tried to keep yourself from cumming too quickly. You wanted to savor this pleasure but you were close, so close…

Suddenly he withdrew his fingers. You whined in protest at the emptiness. Your eyes snapped open to see Krennic standing in front of you.

“Well, my dear, you certainly have been disruptive this evening,” he said in a severe tone.

“I’ve said exactly one word,” you replied icily, trying to catch your breath. “Now that you’re finished ignoring me, am I to assume you’re done with work?”

Krennic looked down at his left hand.

“It would hardly seem I’ve ignored you.” He looked back at you and brought fingers to his mouth to clean them of your juices.

“However, there is one matter left I have left to attend to.”

Before you could open your mouth to protest he had pulled you into a fierce kiss. You opened your mouth and tasted yourself on his tongue. The bulge of erection pressed against you. Krennic tugged the straps of your gown over your shoulders exposing your tits. Krennic took one of your breasts in his mouth and the other in his hand. You shuddered as his tongue and fingers played over your nipples. You shrugged off the dress entirely, letting it pool on the floor at your feet.

“Oh I missed you,” you sighed.

Your hands groped for his belt and fumbled with the fastenings of his pants. You felt his erection become even more rigid under your touch. You ran your hand up and down his length with all the firm pressure you knew he could take.

Krennic took half a step back to drink in the sight of you, naked and yearning before him. “Oh, you’re beautiful,” Krennic murmured. You grabbed him by the shoulders of that ridiculous cape of his, pulling his lips to back to yours. Your kisses became sloppy and needy. He unbuttoned his tunic as you continued to kiss his mouth, jaw, neck, anywhere your lips could reach. “Fuck me,” you demanded.

He chucked softly. “Fuck you what?”

“Fuck me now!” you insisted.

“No…” He teased your clit with the tip of his cock which already dripping with precum. “Orson, please” you whimpered.

Any restraint he had earlier in the evening was gone at the sound of his name tumbling from your lips. You inhaled sharply as he sank his cock into you. “Always so tight for me,” he moaned. Aroused as you were, you needed a moment to adjust to his girth, but he didn’t give you a moment. With his hands holding firmly around your hips, he groaned with each rapid thrust into your pussy.

You placed your hands on the edge of the desk to brace yourself. The pain of the stretch quickly gave way to the ecstasy of how perfectly he filled you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you arched your back and tilted your hips so Krennic’s cock hit your most sensitive spot with every thrust.

“What a display,” Krennic smirked as his eyes traveled down your body from your tits to his dick inside you. “The little Senator whoring herself out to the Imperial Director.”

“Don’t act so superior,” you countered breathlessly. “You’re the one coming halfway across the galaxy for my pussy.”

He leaned forward and nipped your earlobe. “Mmm, not cumming yet darling.”

He continued to pound his dick into your dripping wet heat. He fully laid you down onto his desk and leaned into you. The last vestiges of your composure were slipping. You wound your fingers through his hair and bit down on his shoulder, wondering how much longer you could keep whatever semblance of quiet you were maintaining.

“Go on,” Krennic instructed as though reading your mind. “There won’t be anyone in the corridor to hear you. And if there is,” he smiled triumphantly, “I want them to know what I do to you.”

Your cries quickly became louder and more desperate. “Orson, I’m so close” you gasped.

His pace never slackened. “I know exactly how close you are,” he managed to pant. “And why is that?”

“I’m yours.”

“What’s mine?” he promoted.

“My cunt.”

“Mhmm, my cunt,” he affirmed. His thumb found your clit again, applying a steady circular pressure.

That was all it took to push you over the edge. Your walls contracted around his thick cock as the waves of your orgasm washed over you, leaving you gasping for breath.

Krennic groaned at the added stimulation as you came, but never broke his pace. In the afterglow of your orgasm, you felt yourself getting overstimulated. You squirmed under his thumb. “Too much” you choked.

“My cunt,” Krennic repeated. “I’m done with you when I am done.”

You felt yourself growing lightheaded as another orgasm threatened to overtake you. Krennic’s breathing was ragged as his technique became sloppier.

“Cum for me,” you begged.

On principle he resisted, trying to hold back, but you knew him too well to let him get away with that.

“Orson, cum with me.”

Almost instantly you felt his release at the same time your orgasm ripped through your body. Your cries and his intermingled as he continued to fuck you through your high. He gave a few last thrusts as your body became limp.

He planted a tender kiss on your forehead, an affection he rarely bestowed. “You are kriffing magnificent,” he said as he straightened up.

“So you did miss me,” you teased. “It was difficult to tell.”

Krennic smiled wistfully as he helped you get unsteadily to your feet. “And I’ll be missing you again much too soon. Tarkin has summoned me to Jedha on the next rotation. Saw and his rebels must be made an example of.”

The dismay you felt at the news Krennic was leaving almost immediately was quickly replaced by excitement.

“Are you testing —”

“I can’t say,” he interrupted.

Your face shone with anticipation. “You will,” you assured him. “And it will be a rousing triumph. Tarkin, Thrawn, anyone who ever doubted Stardust will put to shame in the midst of your achievement.”

“Thank you darling. But until tomorrow I just need to focus on you. Come home with me and let’s have a repeat performance.”

You slipped your gown back on and Krennic reassembled his uniform.

The two of you made your way to the office door. When it opened you were both face to face with Brierly Ronan who had clearly been trying to eavesdrop. You fought back a laugh.

“Assistant Director Ronan,” you exclaimed brightly. “Late evening for you?” He glared daggers at you.

“Director, I —” he began.

“Not now, Ronan. You can see I am otherwise engaged. Or perhaps you heard?”

Ronan flushed.

“We can speak on the way to the rendezvous with Tarkin. Good night,” said Krennic dismissively.

With that you pulled Krennic by the hand toward the turbolifts. Only then did you realize his left hand was without a glove. You held up his hand.

“Missing something?” you asked with a coy smile.

He quickly pressed the back of your hand to his lips. “Well worth it, my dear.”

thank you for reading!!!

Back to the Master List

tagging some of the people who have interacted with my previous krennic posts or expressed interest in my writing:

@clonebrainrot @znerac @msjackson1073 @sinker003

and unsolicited tags of @zoeykallus and @spicy-clones i know this isnt clones, but you are both so talented and i love your writing so so much and seeing everything you post on here really gave me the inspiration and ovaries to write my own fic.

[broadwaybalogna]

Katara and Ursa have a bonding moment.

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT URSA AND WAS CURSED TO HAVE WRITERS BLOCK.

PLEASE KEEP SENDING PROMPTS. IM BACK, BABY

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Katara sat across from the middle aged woman in the large family room that was inside the Fire Lord’s palace.

Once Zuko was reunited with his mother, he immediately wanted to introduce the woman to Katara, his wife. Of course, though, duty called him at the worst moment and left the two women to awkwardly sit in silence as they drank the tea provided by the butlers.

“So,” Ursa, Zuko’s mother, finally started, “when did you two wed?”

Katara knew Zuko had already told her the details of their wedding, but she still appreciated the woman for finally speaking.

“Just eight months ago,” she replied, smiling at the memory, “I know Zuko missed you. We could all feel the absence of your presence.”

Ursa hummed at the comment and closed her eyes. There was something about the woman that Katara couldn’t quite place. She wished Zuko were there to help fill the silence.

“I heard you had another kid. Kiyi, right?” Katara spoke again, relishing the fact that she had remembered what Zuko had told her about his mother.

“Yes, she’s four now. She’s back with her father, though I’m sure you’ll be able to meet her soon. She’s quite the extrovert and I’m sure she’d like to meet her brothers wife.”

Katara smiled and lowered her head before taking another sip of her tea.

“I hear Iroh is well?”

“Quite. He enjoys playing Pai Sho with Zuko. Probably because he always wins,” Katara chuckled and Ursa followed.

“He was never quite good with board games. It’s nice there’s something here that hasn’t changed.”

“Yes, but it’s cute that he doesn’t give up.”

Ursa chuckled again.

They spent the next hour or so speaking of their adventures. Katara helping the Avatar save the world along with Zuko, and Ursa’s life after fleeing the castle.

They were each tired and full of tea when they decided to head back to their rooms. Ursa offered to pick up the tea supplies but Katara declined, already picking up the kettle.

Ursa began to walk out the door, but before she was out of ear reach, Katara called out to her again.

“Ursa?”

“Yes?”

“I’m grateful I get to call you my mother-in-law.”

Ursa hid her face, giving Katara a nod as she walked away. Katara didn’t realize she was crying until her tears hit the teacups.

[aller-geez]

A Blooming Bromance

A platonic Remi x Rexar sickfic 🖤

Content warning: talk and description of marijuana use.

@thekinkyleopard as always, owns Levi 🖤

GUYS IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME TWO ENTIRE MONTHS TO WRITE THIS FIC I TEASED BUT BETTER LATE THAN NEVER, RIGHT? 😭😭

So without further ado, Please enjoy some cute platonic snzy friendship between Rexar and our fav grumpy wolf boy 🥰🥰

It was the last day of their seven day cruise to Mexico and Remi had begun to feel himself dragging his tired feet behind an excited Levi who ran hand in hand with Kriia through the stalls and various shops scattered throughout each stop, while he followed behind at a much slower pace and made small talk with Rex. He only knew surface level things about the guy, and combined with his extremely laid back attitude, it made mind numbing chatter a little less mind numbing.

However, the day prior, the wolf had started to feel a little run down while on the groups normal outings. His throat felt a little scratchy, all of his muscles felt a little sore, and that all too familiar feeling of congestion began to set in behind his eyes. He begged his body inwardly to hold out for just one more day, and they could finally get back to their own bed and he could rest— but when he woke up the following day, he realized that his prayers had fallen on deaf ears.

“Babyyyyyyyy~ Wake up! It’s finally the day we get to go to the tide pools!” Levi chirped in his usually upbeat tone, bouncing his small frame off of his mate while he remained balled up under the mess of blankets that sprawled across their bed.

Remi muffled a groan into his pillow before a pair of dull green eyes were peeled open and a soft, unproductive cough escaped his already raw throat. “Hhm?”

As if a premonition to what was to come, the raven haired man was suddenly forced to a sitting position as a string of harsh sneezes tore through him. “hh'IETSH’UE! H'ihhSHHhhiew! Hh'IISHH!”

Levi blinked for a second, before his optimistic expression was quickly replaced by one of disappointment. “Bless you baby.” The feline frowned. He had been looking forward to dragging Remi to the tide pools; it was all that the smaller man could talk about for months and honestly the entire reason he decided to book the cruise for the four of them.

“Oof, you feeling okay?” He asked cautiously with a slight cringe as he sat on the bed next to a rather dazed Remi, even if he already knew the answer to his question. Maybe there was a chance—.

“Ndo.” Remi replied simply, his voice already thick with congestion. Running a sleeve under his nostrils that subtly gleamed with moisture, the wolf tried to snort back the sticky obstruction that lay between his throat and sinuses, although the action only ended in a short fit of ticklish coughs and a deepening to Levi’s concerned expression. “I feel extrebmely shiddy actually..” he grumbled once he was able to catch his breath.

“— but still okay enough to go to the tide pools for our last day on our cruise though, right?” Levi tried once more, this time batting his eyelashes and giving Remi the most pitiful puppy dog eyes he could manage, knowing full well that the large wolf was wrapped around his finger and would do anything the leopard asked, with enough begging of course.

At first, the wolf’s expression became more intense, his eyebrows knitting together on his forehead and his eyes narrowing into almost a glare. He hated it when Levi begged him like that. Mostly because of how powerless he was to deny the adorable pout across his mate’s pink lips and dappled cheeks. But within a second, it softened again, without a trace of anger or frustration hiding in his dim green eyes. The wolf let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head softly back and forth.

“You dnow I hate it whend you pull that shit..” Remi shot a side eye to his mate with a small smirk, but his attention was quickly ripped away again as his nostrils flared helplessly, his mouth falling open as his thick eyelashes began to flutter against his cheeks.

“ihh- ih’TTSSHH!! hhh’ISCHIh!! Fuckidn’ A!” The canine growled in frustration, his dim, emerald eyes quickly scanning the area around him for something to blow his nose into. When his gaze met with the black wifebeater tank top he had worn the day before that hung off of the side of the bed, he sighed in frustration, but still swiped it up in his large hands and balled it up to press his reddening nose into it. The productive gurgling sound made them both wince as he soaked through the fabric easily, although it did absolutely nothing to relieve him of the congestion that packed into his sinuses.

After a moment, Remi finally tossed an apologetic glance toward the leopard, but the icey blue eyes of his mate were glued to his phone screen as his thin freckled fingers flew across the keys. Pinching his nose gently in the fabric before tossing it to the floor, the wolf grunted softly in disapproval, crossing his muscular arms over his chest.

“Who are you even texting right now?”

Levi looked up quickly, flashing a sheepish grin. “Sorry Rem, just Kriia. She’s trying to tell me they have to cancel today too cause I guess Rex woke up with whatever you have, too.” His freckled fingers continued to fly across the screen as he spoke. The wolf furrowed his brow, not willing to let the smaller male go out alone in a strange place, no matter how shitty he felt. He opened his mouth to admit defeat, but was quickly interrupted.

“— so I told her to bring him here to hang out with you while we go to the tide pools~” the leopard giggled, holding his phone out in front of him to proudly display their conversation.

“…. Ndo you diddt..” Remi gave the other a look of disbelief, snatching the phone from Levi’s ivory fingers and reading the messages. Sure as shit—

The wolf sighed loudly, slumping his shoulders and handing Levi his phone back. “I’bm ndot a fuckigg baby sitterrrr…” Remi nearly whined, throwing his head back dramatically and rubbing his temples.

The leopard scoffed softly at his mate’s theatrics, placing a small hand onto Remi’s head before lacing his fingers into the thick, raven colored strands. “You aren’t baby sitting; Rex is the same age as you, baby. It’s just two guys, hanging out and killing time while you’re both sick. It’ll be fine.” Levi flashed a reassuring smile and placed a chaste kiss against his mate’s dampened forehead.

The sudden knock on their cabin door started both of them, however Kriia’s voice quickly filled the nervous silence.

“Guys! It’s us! Open up~” the elf girl called through the door happily.

Levi smiled brightly, pleased to have someone around with the same level of enthusiasm, and he nearly skipped to the door to greet them. Flinging open the door, the redhead beamed brightly at the leopard. “Hey!” She waved at Levi before her hand disappeared to the blind spot behind the door. “C’mon baby, Remi won’t bite you.” The girl chuckled, flashing an amused grin to Levi as she pulled a maroon lump of blankets into eyesight and into the room. “That’s ndot how everyonde else mbakes it seemb.” Rexar’s scratchy voice was muffled into the huge comforter wrapped around his lanky frame, followed by a breathless chuckle as Kriia hurried him into the room. The pyro sniffed sharply, swiping his dampened nostrils against his already sopping hoodie sleeve, the shade of the raw, chapped appendage nearly matched his crimson fringe that sprawled across his forehead.

Kriia offered her mate an empathetic frown, ghosting her fingertips across Rex’s back as he crossed in front of her to sit at the tiny dining area, but he simply shook his head with an enthusiastic grin.

“Dod’t worry about me, Prindcess.” The canine’s grin somehow managed to grow wider as he reassured her, reaching out to squeeze her hand gently in his palm. “Go have fudn at the tide pools with Levi, add I’ll be here whend you get back.”

Kriia and Levi beamed back at him, both extremely thankful that at least one of the two men were reasonable. Swiftly the redhead hooked her arm around the cats, not wanting to waste any more time than they already had. “Well, you heard him! C’mon, sweet cheeks!” She winked with a mischievous grin, dragging Levi to the door without giving him another moment to even consider staying back in the room.

“Call me if you guys need anything, kay, Rem? I love you, be good!” The cat shouted as he was removed from the room by his ecstatic friend.

The wolf watched them go rather sadly, although his gaze quickly shifted over to Rexar as the door shut behind them.

Making small talk with the guy while they were forced to follow their mates through the never ending stalls and shops was one thing, but being stuck in a small hotel room for an entire day with him when you feel like you were hit by a truck was a completely different story.

Subconsciously, the wolf raised one eyebrow slowly as he watched Rex get comfortable in his seat, his laptop opened and set out on the table in front of him, along with a pair of seemingly well loved wireless earbuds. The case that housed his earbuds had dark singe marks on the outside, the crimson plastic of the case almost peeling away in some places where it had been melted. With a thick, viscous sniffle, Rexar wiped his streaming nose on the corner of the comforter wrapped around his shoulders this time, leaving a wet trail against the fabric before cracking an apologetic grin to the still silent wolf who sat upright in the bed.

“Sorry, I kndow I’m probably super gross and easily the last persodn you wadda see right dnow, right?” The pyro had less energy than he usually did, his hoarse voice making it difficult to keep up his usual banter as well. He reached into the bag that he brought with him, hidden underneath his large comforter, and pulled out a full box of tissues that were set on top of the table he sat at. “Feel free to help yourself; I know I’ll probably— hh— use this whole—..” Rex’s usual calm, laid back demeanor was suddenly twisted into one of desperation as he hurried to pop open the box, as well as snag a few and tent them over his face in time..

“HIIH’NKXSHH! H’KngxsstSH! nXGtCHhh!” The pyro pitched forward, a handful of tissues crammed over his nose and mouth that smothered the embers that exploded from his face before they could catch fire to anything. “Fuck, Bless mbe, sorry!” Rexar chuckled breathlessly before soaking the handful of tissues with a few deep blows of his nose.

Remi could only furrow his brow self consciously when he made eye contact with the redhead again afterward, though his nerve broke instantly. “Bless you—“ the wolf muttered quietly, words that almost never came out of his mouth except when directed at Levi, making even Rex stop what he was doing and flash Remi another grin, despite how crappy he was currently feeling.

“Thandks! But I would’t hold your breath, you’ll be tired of sayigg that withidn the h—.. hour with hhH—.. how— per—.. h'ieXSHHH! Hxxtschhh! HIH’NKxXSHH! Damnd! See?!” The redhead laughed a little, scrubbing the red, leaking appendage on his face vigorously with his index finger. The smoke that usually flowed freely from Rexar’s nose was no where to be seen except when he sneezed those messy triples, and then suddenly a huge cloud of it burst forth from his momentarily unclogged nostrils along with another shower of embers.

“Krii was telling mbe you get odne of these modnster colds like odnce a modnth? How do you survive themb? I feel like I have mbore ndose goo in mby head thadn braidns..” The canine snuffled weakly with a laugh, dragging yet another tissue from the box and drenching the soft paper with another wet gurgle.

The closing statement from the other the corners of Remi’s mouth turn up into a small smirk. He couldn’t deny the fact that Rex was extremely amusing, as much as he really wanted to dislike the guy, and that was something for the usually ornery and defensive canine.

See? As long as his body continued to cooperate with him and his usual constant string of desperate, exhausting sneezes whenever he came down with something were kept at bay, this sick day with Rex would be a walk in the park.

Remi cleared his throat, the sharp stinging from within making him wince slightly. “Yeah, mby Ibbude systebm is shit.” The wolf responded simply, his words rounded from his own congestion, although at the end of his sentence, he began to feel the tickle from deep within his sinus cavity begin to grow; the one thing he asked his body NOT to do.. Using his index and middle finger knuckles, the canine scrubbed his septum in small circles, hoping to stave off the inevitable. But he already knew it was too late when his huge chest began to hike up a few times as his breath snagged.

“H'ihhSHHhhiew! iit’shHIEW! Hnkt'KNXTuhh! Hhh— heh’iTTSHH’iiEW!! Hiihh— ihh- ih’TTSSHH!! Ssnddfffff!!” Remi sneezed harshly into his sleeve and grimaced at how damp it already felt against his skin before his newly focused vision was caught by the pyro, who studied him with tired eyes from across the room for a second. Feeling the full force of the fit against his open palm, the wolf dared not lower his hand even slightly before getting a tissue, although his embarrassment almost immobilized him. A few more seconds pass in silence, and the flush to the wolf’s cheeks only continued to deepen as time went on.

Suddenly, Rexar was overwhelmed by small, breathless chuckles that quickly evolved into full on laughter, although a sharp coughing fit put an end to it quickly. Once able to catch his breath again, the grin across his face was huge but genuine and he was still fighting off short chuckles as he spoke.

“Bless you, Jesus fuck. Yo, you good?!” Rex laughed loudly again.

If this was any other person, Remi’s ego would have definitely taken a hit, thus creating a resentment for the redhead. But somehow, his humor was lighthearted and even the wolf himself couldn’t help but chuckle through his fingers, although the other’s question went unanswered. Sniffling thickly behind his large hand that was still held in front of his face, Remi finally willed his aching body to peel itself out of the damp hotel bed and shuffle to the table where Rexar was sitting.

Without even being asked, the pyro knowingly snagged the quickly dwindling box of tissues from the table in front of him and offered it to the wolf with an innocent grin on his face.

“Here— my bad. Didn’t mean to hog them all!” He chuckled, running his long fingers back through his somewhat knotted white and crimson locks before palming the back of his neck sheepishly.

The wolf was almost stunned for a second, completely thrown off by his guest’s cheerful, helpful attitude despite the circumstances. After a moment, Remi swiped the box from Rexar’s outstretched hand with an almost untrusting glance, yanking a few out to blow his nose again before quickly cleaning himself up of any mess that was forced from his full nose and disposing of the tissues into the trash.

Satisfied for the time being, Remi sighed as he trudged back towards the large couch that sat off to the side of the spacious room, throwing his sore body across the furniture with a slightly pained grunt. He lay there motionless for a few moments, completely absorbed in the comfort of the strange couch. The wolf had no intention of passing out, but his body seemed to have other plans..

Though he would definitely deny it, Remi’s eyelids began to grow heavier and heavier as he sprawled out on couch; his soft, inevitable snuffles as he tried to get air through the wall of congestion in his nose slowly dissolved into a full snore.

It was so easy for the canine to forget his guest, however, the pyro wasn’t too bothered. Besides, there was still 13 songs left on Toad Biscuit’s album to master..

—Though he would be the first to admit that this final, tedious step was his least favorite of the entire process.

With a sharp, thick sniffle, and a glint of determination in his uniquely colored eyes, Rexar pulled up the comforter that hung lazily over his shoulders and again wrapped it more securely around his lanky frame while he adjusted slightly in the chair and his gaze stayed locked onto his computer screen.

After only a few minutes, Rex suddenly froze with a look of horror replacing the calm, laidback expression he had plastered on his face, his gaze quickly flying to Remi’s sleeping body that still lay motionless sprawled on the couch.

‘Fuck, really, nose? You always have impeccable timing..’ the redhead grumbled inwardly, scrubbing his quivering nostrils on the back of his wrist in hopes of avoiding the inevitable.

Surprisingly, his forceful approach seemed to convince the persistent tickle to climb back up into his full sinuses.. but the relief lasted him only a few fleeting moments.

“Hhh—! H’KngxsstSH! nXGtCHhh! Hih— ehhh'NGXX!!” Rexar tried desperately to stifle the ticklish sneezes that forced its way out to avoid disturbing Remi, although the shower of embers scattering across the table top and the pyros laptop were loud enough to subsequently jolt the wolf awake again. The canine’s thick black hair stuck out wildly in every direction as his emerald eyes scanned the room in confusion. When his gaze finally fell on Rexar who was still sitting at the table with his thick comforter pressed tightly to his suddenly flushed face, Remi quickly adverted his eyes to the floor as his cheeks lit up to match the redhead’s.

“Fuck, I’bm sorry, I didd’t mbeand to—“ the two men reply at the exact moment, before breaking to snort a chuckle at the situation.

Desperate to alleviate the new, slightly awkward atmosphere in the room, the wolf cleared his throat with a small grimace.

“Hey, you trynda sbmoke a blunt? I cad throw od sombe mbinddless TV if you wadnt— I’bm sure you’re bored..” Remi offered, shrugging as he slumped back against the couch, his neon green eyes that were much dimmer than usual scanned the pyro’s reaction for any uneasiness. Of course, Rex was nothing but enthusiastic.

“Fuck, yes please, I’m hella dowdn dude. Anythigg but masterigg this damnd album, ond god..” Rex let out a slightly sheepish chuckle as he stood from his seat, stopping to completely secure the comforter around his broad shoulders and snag the box of tissues from the table before making his way to the couch and plopping himself down next to the wolf. “I do gotta wardn you though.. it’s probably godda make me sdneeze.. so.. beware of that.” He laughed as he palmed the back of his neck sheepishly.

By this time, Remi had already fished out his massive grinder, a pack of Irish Cream Dutch Master cigarillos, and baggie of dark purple herb from one of the almost untouched suitcases that was propped up next to the bed. “Do whatever you godda do. Cand you gridd these while I gut this?” The wolf asked offhandedly, holding out the baggie and his grinder for Rex to take.

The pyro grinned again with a nod, taking the items in his own warm hands and removing the top to the grinder and setting both pieces on his lap. The plastic baggie crinkled softly as he pulled open the zipper, and without thinking, Rex plunged his nose into the bag and attempted to inhale deeply, wanting to take in the pleasurable aroma. However, he only was able to nearly snort, the congestion that made his sinuses home refusing to allow air to pass through, and his cheerful expression faded to one of disappointment.

“Fuck, I forgot..” he mumbled, more so to himself than the wolf, and Remi couldn’t help but laugh deeply, shaking his head with his trademark smirk as he pulled a cigar from the plastic pouch and began to split it down one side between his thumbs.

Rex began to remove the buds from the bag, carefully destemming each one as he broke it apart and stuffed the smaller pieces into the teeth of the grinder, and replaced the top. Smashing the top down with one hand, and tightly gripping the bottom with his other, the pyro began to roughly twist the grinder back and forth until he felt no more resistance, and finally held it out again towards Remi with a grin.

By this time, the wolf had split the entire cigar down the side, and emptied the tobacco guts into the trash that sat next to the couch. With a soft, ticklish cough, Remi cleared his throat before nodding his appreciation to the other, and taking it from his freckled hand.

“Thandks. You wadda fidd somethigg to watch while I roll this?” He offered, raising an eyebrow towards the tv remote that sat on the coffee table in front of the other.

“You got it! I godda show you this odne show Kriia’s got me stuck odn..” the redhead beamed with excitement as he scrambled to lean forward to swipe the remote from the table and turn on the tv.

Glancing up at the tv momentarily, the canine dumped the contents of the grinder into the wrap, and finally began to roll up a blunt for them to share.

Rex had the same huge grin plastered on his face as he turned on a show called “Love Island” and settled back into his comforter against the back of the couch.

The wolf tossed a quizzical look towards the pyro, who met his eyes with both palms raised in front of him defensively.

“Trust mbe, I had the sambe reactiond..” he laughed before swiping at nose quickly with a freckled wrist.

Remi had his doubts, however, he did ask him to find something to watch, so he couldn’t complain all that much.

After a few minutes of Rex’s show filling the silence between them, the wolf held out his hand to show off a perfectly rolled blunt with a proud smirk. “Bars.” He chuckled with pride before putting it between his lips.

“Deed a light?” The pyro asked with a raised eyebrow, and Remi nodded. With a quick snap of his fingers, a small flame shot from the tip of the redhead’s index finger, licking up from the bottom of the blunt and igniting the tip as the other inhaled. After taking a long drag, the wolf removed it from his lips and blew out a large cloud of smoke that slowly spread across the room, before finally passing it. Almost as soon as the smoke left the canine’s lips, Rexar’s eyes began to water, causing him to squint as he took the blunt in his own hand and put it to his lips. He, too, took a long drag and blew out an equally thick cloud, but near instantly his breath snagged and he began to hitch with desperation.

“Hhh—…” The pyro half whined from the intensity, however his expression seemed nearly stuck for a few moments before he sighed, shaking his head. “Ndope, lost it.” He chuckled with an unproductive sniffle, taking another drag off of the blunt before passing it back.

Remi couldn’t help but study him cautiously, but eventually cracked a smirk and took the blunt again. “It’s good, yeah?” He asked, trying to make small talk before inhaling again.

“For sure! It’s rea—.. hhh.. real t— tastyyy—! et’tCHOO!! HH— hah’ESSHH’IUE!! hh'ieXSHHH!!” The pyro muffled his sneeze into the comforter wrapped around his shoulders, a few stray embers dancing through the air and across the floor. “Bless mbe.” He mumbled, producing a liquidy sniffle and a breathy exhale.

“—bless you. Do you always sndeeze in threes?” The wolf asked with a slightly awkward chuckle, coughing deeply to the side for a moment before handing the blunt back.

Rexar looked up with a smirk, taking the blunt between his fingers.

“Literally always.” He replied matter-of-factly, shifting his weight in his spot on the couch and leaning his suddenly heavy head against the back of the couch and hitting the blunt again.

The two passed the blunt back and forth until it was nothing but wrap left, every few times it was passed resulted in another firey triple erupting from Rex, who proceeded to bless himself and brush it off.

Remi smashed the roach into the side of the trash can beside him, putting it out, and tossed it onto the table before slumping back into the couch. He felt extremely heavy, but in a good way, his aching body easily getting comfortable within the soft cushions of the couch. His reddened eyes lazily focused on the show that played on the tv, trying to absorb anything of substance. “Wait, is this evedn the first episode of this show?” He asked after a moment, raising an eyebrow as he looked over at Rex.

The pyro’s blank, open mouthed expression that was lost in the TV didn’t change for a few moments, until suddenly he realized he was being spoken to.

“Shit, sorry, imb mad zooted. I probably should have started it from the begiddidng huh?” He laughed at his own stupidity, grabbing the remote from beside him and adjusting the tv.

Remi burst out in a deep, genuine laugh that shortly dissolved into a harsh coughing fit, but afterward he wasn’t left with a frustrated grimace on his face. He was actually slightly enjoying the others company, although he would never admit to that. The wolf shook his head with a smile as he leaned more into the couch, propping his head up on his elbow, and his focusing his attention on the tv again. After no more than 30 minutes of near silence besides the tv, and the soft coughs or unproductive sniffles of either man, his vision began to unfocus and his eyelids would flutter closed for a moment, before flying back open, trying desperately to fight off his own body’s exhaustion.

His efforts to stay awake worked for a while, but not for long. Soon the quiet, rhythmic sounds of his congested snores replaced his occasional sniffling, and his chin began to slide from his palm, his heavy head lolling towards the redhead.

When Remi’s head inevitably fell to land roughly against Rex’s shoulder, the redhead gasped in surprise, but upon the realization of the situation, he smiled gently. Honestly, he had no idea why everyone seemed to have so much of a distaste for the big guy. He wasn’t all that bad once you got past his defensive outer shell. Chuckling under his breath, he returned his gaze back to the tv that continued to drone on in the background, and leaned his head closer to Remi’s ever so slightly.

“Awh, don’t worry, bud. I had fun with you today too~” Rex whispered with a smug smile on his face, very gently patting to the top of the wolf’s head.

[thethreeeyed-raven]

hi could you do a ruby matthews from sex education x g!p g!p fútbol reader enemies to lovers trope?

Angst to fluff

If so here’s my request: y/n is a new transfer student and has a class with ruby and it was y/n who started their rival/hate for each other on accident. Then as time went on they began to get closer slowly, then at a party y/n drunkly confesses to ruby how much she likes her then ruby says she feels the same but then ruby is too afraid to go public, so y/n agrees to be a secret (you could add smut after if you want up to you!) As time goes on y/n starts to get annoyed because ruby in public starts to treat her crap and acts as if they’re still enemies. So y/n got fed up and confronted Ruby about it in front of the untouchables which Ruby tries to deny everything which leads to y/n saying they’re over and leaves. To which leads to y/n not going to school for a while which worries ruby, so then ruby goes to her house and finds out that y/n moved (for whatever family or financial reason) which causes her to breakdown and stuff. Then after weeks of trying to find y/n she does and then ruby explains why she did what she did then the fluff happens then the end

Im so sorry this request was long😭😭 I’ve just been thinking about it for a while now I just needed to get it off my chest LMAOO

over.

navigation | warnings : mentions of sex, slight homophobia?, ruby being a bitch, angst | a/n : hopefully you enjoy! (i did. change a few things) | tags : @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom , @fangsp1der-2099 , @knight-of-flowerss

You weren't sure when you made an enemy of Ruby Matthew's, or when you began to catch feelings for her.

Ruby Matthew's wasn't sure when she made an enemy of you, or when she began to catch feelings for you.

Ruby and You started a secret relationship a few months ago, emphasis on the secret.

It all started when you drunkenly confessed to her at a party, not expecting her to take you into a closet and give u the best fuck you've ever had.

Being in a relationship with Ruby came as a shock to you. At school in front of others, she was mean and spiteful, but when it was just you two...it was different.

Cuddling and kissing was quite frequent, whereas in front of her friends, you were both pretending to hate each other.

But you were getting tired of pretending.

You approached Ruby with confidence, deciding that today you would confront her.

"Ruby."

All three of them turned to look at you, Ruby looking slightly surprised and Olivia and Anwar clearly not trying to hide their disgust.

"What do you want?" Ruby replied brazenly.

"I want to talk." You said as you adjusted the strap of your backpack.

Olivia and Anwar looked at Ruby expectantly.

"About what?"

You rolled your eyes, why was she being so difficult? "You know what. And I'd personally like to do this in private."

"Whatever you have to say, you can say it here." She motioned to her two friends, then crossed her arms.

To say you were angry was an understatement.

"Fine." You stepped closer. "Me and Ruby have been in a relationship for exactly four months, since Otis Milburn's surprisingly alright party, when she took me into a closet and fucked me like she meant it. And I don't want it to be a secret anymore."

You reveled in the sight of Anwar and Olivia's appalled expressions, until your gaze fell on Ruby, who looked crushed. You felt slightly guilty but then you realised she deserved it.

"And now it's over between us."

[haee-elia]

1x03 - won’t get fooled again

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader (2nd POV)

summary: in which a young woman visiting her brother in prison gets help from two agents, one being a very handsome Dr. Spencer Reid

warnings: mentions of prison, embezzlement, cancer, criminals, death, bombs, palliative care, terminal illness, estrangement (?), and no-contact with family

word count: 3132 (HOW???)

a/n: i’ve been writing so frequently that i actually am almost behind with watching the criminal minds episodes. as of writing for the third episode, i am halfway through ep 4 and really need to start watching to get ideas and all much more than i have been. im so happy to see all the love on the first two one shots and welcome engagement!

for those who might have missed the first two, here’s the masterlist for season one!

and here’s the premise of what i’m doing

“Are you kidding me?” You ask, exasperated, looking at the prison guard standing behind the window. He looked at you, no expression on his face and sighed.

“Sorry, miss,” He replied. You scoff on the inside, there was no tone that indicated this guy, Jacob from his name tag, was sympathetic at all. Especially after the 10 minute speech you just gave this man. You’re sure that he’s heard plenty of those working for a prison system, but it really was unfair in your opinion.

“I called ahead this entire month to make sure I could come today. I even called this morning and no one told me that visitors wouldn’t be allowed today.” You reiterated.

“Sorry, miss, there’s nothing I can do.” He echoed again.

You feel a presence walking up behind you, but you ignore for now and carry on, “Just, is there someone I can talk to? Can you give me a reason?”

“You need to come back next week, miss,”

You sigh and resist the urge to rub your fingers at your temple to prevent the quickly oncoming headache, “I can’t come back next week, I don’t live here. I just need five minutes tops with my brother. That’s it. I don’t care if there’s a thousand guards in the room or if we’re both wearing straight jackets, I just need to talk to my brother.”

“Whatever you need to tell your brother can wait.”

You close your eyes in frustration and run your fingers through your hair, “Our mother has cancer! It’s stage four and it’s terminal and I wanted to give him the privilege of telling him in person!”

“I can’t do anything, miss, now you need to leave.”

You can feel tears brimming, not in sadness, just in frustration. Your flight and trip that you had carefully planned over the past month in order to inform your brother about your mom had gone chaotic. First, your flight had been canceled and you instead took a red-eye flight in order to still make it here to tell your brother. In the past month in which you had planned to make your way down here, your mother’s condition had worsened and you desperately needed to get back to care for her. Plus, your job was expecting you back and you already took off the maximum amount of time you could, using sick days and vacation to still get paid.

“Excuse you,” you hear a voice behind you. You turn your head to see two men standing behind you, your cheeks redden a bit when you realize they just heard your entire sob story.

The first man was an older gentleman, slightly reminded you of your father with his greenish-blue shirt slouched on his body and his gray pants with deep pockets. His eyes noted some sort of twinkle in them, a youthful playfulness almost.

The second man was standing right off to the side of the first and he was more around your age. Standing tall with brown hair that curled around his ears wearing a neutral brown striped shirt tucked into his brown pants that were being held up by a belt. His eyes portrayed a more nervous demeanor, although he did meet your eyes when you glanced at him.

“Surely you can allow this young lady a few minutes with her brother,” The first man continued to say.

The prison guard seemed much more receptive to the older man than he was to you, figures. “I am sorry, but we have some police coming to question a very volatile prisoner.”

You swallow a scoff and force your eyes not to roll as the prison guard very easily these two men with an answer you were trying to get for the past 15 minutes.

Both men stand up a little straighter at the guard’s response and the second man, the one you noted with more nervousness which has now dissipated, reached into his pocket to retrieve something.

You very much didn’t expect a badge to be flashed to the prison guard. “We understand, sir, I’m Dr. Spencer Reid with my colleague here, Supervisory Special Agent Jason Gideon. We’re both with the FBI here to question Mr. Bale, but nowhere did we mention that the prison had to be on lockdown for visitors while we conduct our short interview.”

Your eyes widen and sweep the ground as the both authoritative and informative voice of the taller agent rang out.

The prison guard man seemed bristled by the words, “Just prison protocol, sir. I’m sure you can understand, agents.”

You fake cough and correct the asshole guard, “Doctor!”

This earned small smiles and grins from the two FBI agents that are still behind you and the guard narrowed his eyes at you, a sneer forming on his face.

Before he, or anyone, could say anything, another man walked up behind the prison guard on the other side of the cement separator of the entrance into the prison. He smiles at the two agents and glances at you, not dropping his smile, but his eyes read a hint of confusion.

“SSA Gideon, Dr. Reid, it’s great to meet you both!” He says enthusiastically, “If you’ll follow me, I show you where we’ve set up Mr. Bale,”

Both men give the man in a suit a nod in acknowledgement, but the lanky man, Dr. Reid, holds up his hand first, “Would it be possible for this young woman to be able to pay a short visit to her brother, Warden?” He questions.

The warden of the prison turns to you, still with a happy-go-lucky smile, “And you are, miss?”

“Hi,” You introduce yourself, “I called ahead a week ago, two days ago, yesterday, and this morning hoping to see my brother.” You can sense the man’s hesitance, “It doesn’t have to be a long visit at all! I would have never come if the woman on the phone this morning didn’t say you weren’t accepting visitors today. It’s just, I’m from out of town and traveled down here to specifically talk to my brother. Our mom has terminal cancer and I wanted to tell him in person.”

“I am very sorry to hear that,” The warden pauses and looks over to the more senior Agent Gideon to gauge his reaction.

Agent Gideon gives you a small grin and glance and then turns back to address the warden, “I assure you it would be no bother at all if the young woman were to talk to her brother.”

“I would agree if it weren’t for the volatile nature of Adrian Bale, Agent Gideon,” The warden responds. At least this man seems a little bit more sympathetic to your situation. Much more than the guard who has remained in the room who has taken to just staring ahead past all three of you still waiting to enter the prison at the wall.

This time Dr. Reid pipes up, “I assume Mr. Bale will be restrained when we conduct our interview in a secure room with multiple guards posted in and outside the room. I also doubt that her brother is housed in the same maximum security wing that Mr. Bale is in.”

He looks to you towards the tail end of his last sentence and you take action, “No, he isn’t. He’s in general population and I would really only need 10 minutes, sir.”

The warden ponders for a bit before looking between you, Dr. Reid, and Agent Gideon and then again back to you. A small slightly defeated smile creeps up on his face.

“I am sure I can spare a few guards and arrange for a short visit with your brother.” The warden motions to the prison guard who sighs and grabs the walkie-talkie off his belt and arranges for some guards to handle the visit.

You can’t help but have a wide smile appear on your face and you verbally thank the warden and the prison guard, although that one is much more forced. Then you turn back to Dr. Reid and Agent Gideon.

“Thank you so much,” You say, formally introducing yourself and then holding out your hand.

Both men shake your hand and wave it off, although Dr. Reid seems much more hesitant to extend out his hand and shake it in yours. Even as he does it, you can tell his hand is a little bit clammy.

“Please,” Agent Gideon responds, “It was no big deal.”

You hear a buzzing noise come from the gated entrance and realize they are letting you through. You put your purse and phone in the plastic tray provided to you by a guard and wave at both men as you are led down the cement and stone hallway. The last thing you see when you turn the corner is Dr. Reid smiling, glancing his gaze between you and his shoes.

Both of you involuntarily blush when your eyes make contact and you, almost regretfully, watch his figure disappear as you move after the guards.

. . .

As you moved through the gated doors, a buzzing noise sounding out your arrival, you had a lot of thoughts on your mind. One of them, however, was not seeing the Dr. Reid again in the same room as before.

“Dr. Reid?” You questioned as you came through, you thanked the new prison guard who handed you the plastic tray with your belongings in it. Gathering your purse and phone.

“Oh,” Dr. Reid responded, “Hi, uh, please, just call me Spencer.”

There was a standing silence for a few moments, both of you not sure what to say to the other.

“How did it go?” You both say in unison. Your faces turn a nice flush and you share a nice chuckle on how you spoke together.

“Um, how did your interview go?” You ask. There’s a small look of confusion on his face and you go to elaborate, “Your interview with Adrian Bale? I heard you and your colleague mention it earlier. He’s the Boston Shrapnel Bomber, right?”

Spencer nods, “Yeah, it, uh, went okay.”

You cringe at yourself, “It’s probably official FBI business right? You can’t really talk about it, can you?” You ask.

“It really wasn’t that eventful, actually,” He responds with a hint of something you can’t quite put your finger on written on his face. You’re not sure you believe the entire statement, there seems to be another few thoughts running in his mind.  

“So, where’s your colleague?” You ask. You hadn’t seen Agent Gideon since you walked back into the main entrance.

Spencer picks out his phone from his pocket and shows it to you, “I was just calling him. He left to take care of something else,” He explains vaguely.

You don’t pay much attention to the poor explanation, you know its probably something not meant for your eyes and ears.

“What about you?” Spencer asked, “Your, uh, visit with your brother. How did it go?”

You shrugged, “As good as something like telling your brother your mom has cancer can go. That she’s terminal and in palliative care. That she’s not gonna get better and will die.”

“I’m sorry that your mom is sick.” He replied.

You nodded. It was something that you had heard from dozens of people in the past couple months.

“My mom,” Spencer starts saying, by his tone it almost seems like its difficult to say, “She, uh, has paranoid schizophrenia.”

That was not something you had heard from others. Definitely not.

When you don’t answer at first, Spencer backtracks, “I, uh, don’t know why I said that. It’s not like its a competition, I’m so so-”

“Don’t worry about it,” You interrupt and wave his concerns off, “I’m really sorry about your mom too.”

Spencer gives you a small awkward smile, “Thanks. I really don’t know why I told you that. I haven’t really told anyone about my mom before.”

You return the smile, “I find that people are much more open to talk about their tragedies with people who are currently going through one.” You respond.

“God,” You scoff at yourself, “That was kinda sappy and poetic.” You state.

You walk over towards Spencer and go to sit at one of the plastic folding chairs set against the wall. They weren’t built for maximum comfort, this was a prison after all.

“Do you wanna sit?” You offer to Spencer, “You can keep me company until you have to leave or until my bus comes.” You say, checking outside for any sign of said bus.

Spencer nods, wipes his hands on his pants and walks over, sitting in the seat next to you. He places his satchel bag that was over his shoulder and sitting on his hip to the ground below you, joining where you sat your own purse.

“Is it just you and your brother?” Spencer asks, trying to make small talk.

You shake your head, “No, we have an older brother. He’s four years older than me. I’m the middle child and only daughter.”

“Could he not visit?” Spencer prys.

If it were anyone else asking this question, you would probaby give some half-assed answer, but to be honest, you were awfully bottled up emotionally from today’s visit and perhaps you did find truth in sharing tragedies.

“They’re not on talking terms, my brothers. Jeremiah, the one I’m visiting, is in prison for embezzling money and he’s loaned a lot more money from family too. He has a gambling addiction.” You explain.

“David, my older brother, got him a job at his workplace and when Jeremiah stole money from work, David got fired. David doesn’t want anything to do with Jeremiah and certainly wasn’t gonna come down to tell him about mom. And Dad refuses to leaves mom’s side ever since she’s gone into palliative care. He’s afraid that if he leaves, she’ll die.”

“So, you came out here to tell your brother?”

You nod, “Yeah. He didn’t deserve to find out in a letter and even though Dad and David are pissed at him right now, he still deserves the time that each of us got. To ask questions about mom’s condition and get some information.”

Spencer gives you a smile, “That’s really thoughtful of you.”

“Thanks,” You reply, then your expression turns more somber, “Is it weird that I’m not mad at him? I mean, he borrowed ten thousand dollars I know I’ll never get back and got my brother fired and stole from my parents and the family business, but I just can’t stay mad at him.”

“I don’t think that’s weird.” Spencer assured you with a small smile on his face. The more you looked at him, you couldn’t believe how a guy so nice and caring and comforting was just interviewing one of the most dangerous criminals in the area.

“So, uh,” You go to change the subject, “Do you have any good food recommendations while I’m in town?” You inquire. You were hoping that whatever he suggested could be turned around in an excuse to maybe get dinner. Sure, it wasn’t practical since you were just visiting and you had only just met the guy, but then again, it’s not like you went and told all your family drama to everyone you just met.

There was something about this guy in particular, with his sweet hair and awkward posture that caught your eye and warmed your heart.

He chuckled and fiddled with the strap of his satchel bag on the edge of his chair, “I, uh, actually don’t live here. My team and I traveled down for a case from Quantico, Virginia.”

Your eyes widened a bit, “Oh,” It was your turn to chuckle now, “I live in D.C.” You respond.

“Wait,” He asks of you, “Really?”

You confirm with a nod and laugh out loud, “Yeah, I’m a political analyst on Capital Hill! It’s kind of crazy to meet here of all places, right? An unusual coincidence.”

“Actually, coincidences often seem more remarkable when they happen than they actually are. From a statistical perspective, coincidences are just events that happen with unlikely probability. Famed psychologist, Carl Jung, has said that there are no such things as coincidences, just synchronities.”

You stared at him in part awe and part adoration. You had previously scanned his hands for a wedding ring and didn’t find anything so you really hoped that he wasn’t dating or engaged to anyone because you’d really like to get to know this man more.

You guess he took your staring and silence in embarrassment because even though his cheeks flushed, he backtracked heavily.

“But, um, yeah!” He said, his voice cracking a little bit, “It’s pretty, uh, cool? To meet here, in a prison of all places.” His hand seems to instinctively go to brush his hair back behind his ear, even though it was already there.

You bite your lip and decide to make the first move, your heart starting to race, “Well, maybe when we’re both back in D.C, we can meet up and get some dinner.” You state slowly, trying to gauge his reaction.

The flush of his cheeks seem to travel across his face and to the tips of his ears, “That would be really nice.” He nods and glances up at your face instead of down at the floor.

You both turn your heads to the glass entrance doors to see the approaching visitors bus, the engines loud humming being able to be heard from all the way across the parking lot to inside the building.

“Oh,” You say and start getting up and getting your purse together. You rifle around in your bag and finally get a hold of a business card that just so happens to include your email and phone number on it.

You look at Spencer and give him a kind smile, “Here, when you’re back in the DMV area, call me and we can set up that dinner.”

Spencer gently takes the card from your hand and looks at it and then back at you, “Thank you, I will be sure to do so.” He says, a contagious grin on his face. An expression like he almost couldn’t believe what was happening.

“It was really nice to meet you, Spencer.” You say and then turn to go and leave, before pushing the glass door open, you turn your head over your shoulder and see Spencer staring back at you, giving you a small wave.

You wave your hand back and silently wish that he puts the number on your card to good use, but only time will really tell. As you make your way to the bus to leave, you realize your heart hasn’t stopped racing and you smile.

[eroseas]

gimme a lil angsty drabble of reader and ellie being exes who still love each other and miss each other but know that they’re not good for each other right now (hint hint maybe things will be different in the future)

firstly, im very sorry for the late reply! ive been a bit busy. hopefully you enjoy this tho cause it definitely made me feel shit. in a good way tho. also, i saw a tiktok of that doctor strange scene where christine and strange were talkin and christine says "there are other things that can give your life meaning" and strange goes "like what? like you?"

....yea so anyway. heres this for you, my dove.

cw; idk angst? ellie is kind of a meanie but its fine.

word count; 1.6k

an; i say that ellie sings a song that obviously she did not write. don't take it personal. if u see errors no u dont

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“There are other things that can give your life meaning,” you had pleaded, exasperated, exhausted. 

Ellie was unimpressed; had scoffed all mean and bitter and utterly defeated. You remember it like it was yesterday. The way her lips had pulled back into a sneer, like she couldn’t stand the thought of anything else, anyone else, being important to her. Like the thought of holding you on a pedestal made her sick. 

The fact of the matter had been that Joel had slipped into a coma six months prior to your fight, and he wasn’t going to wake up anytime soon. The doctors were doing anything and everything, Ellie had been traveling all over the world to find answers, and you– You had gone with her. You did everything you possibly could. You loaned money to her, didn’t bat an eye when she sold things you had gotten her for the extra cash, you didn’t flinch when she became distant. You stayed. You were loyal. You knew deep down she loved you, and that this was just something she had to do for Joel’s sake. You could understand that, you’d even excused any questionable thing she said or did. And yet. 

She hadn’t missed a beat. Arguing wasn’t new at this point. You’d get into it every other day. There was only so much you could take; the constant bickering, the snide remarks under her breath. You could take it, for the most part. 

And yet.

“Like what?” She snapped, her face permanently etched into a scowl, “Like you?” 

It had rendered you speechless. A devastation that rocked you internally. It was the worst thing she had ever said. Four little words, and that’s all it took. 

You had shut down. You both knew that this was it. That the relationship wouldn’t survive after that outburst, that it just wouldn’t be the same. You didn’t leave, though. You kept staying over to cook her dinner, and you’d clean the house while she traveled. For two months, neither of you said a word to each other that wasn’t hello, goodbye, thanks, or you’re welcome. 

And just as those two months were up, Joel finally woke up. 

Even so, you had left. Once you got the news, you had given her a hug and kiss. You visited Joel at the hospital, gave him a nice bouquet in a boot-shaped vase, and smiled as Ellie played the guitar for him. 

You were gone the following morning. Not much else to it. 

You couldn’t leave your apartment for three months. You couldn’t stomach throwing away the pictures of you two, couldn’t even get rid of the guitar picks she left at your apartment. The ghost of Ellie lived there still, and it was all you had left. Therapy, and time, and lots of patience helped. You started going out again, started hanging around Dina and Jesse, and four months after the break-up, you packed up all of Ellie’s stuff and shoved it under your bed. She was important to you still, and you’d never deny that. But out of sight, out of mind, right?

Two years had gone by, and here you were. Junior year of university had just begun, and you, Jesse, Dina, and Ellie all had a class together.

You huff out a breath, and adjust the strap to your bag. You haven’t seen Ellie in months. You ran into her by chance at the cafe down the street from your apartment, where you both always went to for breakfast. She had smiled at you, and nodded her head, and after that, poof. Gone again. 

You shift on your feet, waiting for an appropriate time to walk into the class. You’d gotten there early, hoping to grab a good seat. Once you deemed the time appropriate, you snuck into the class and looked for a table. You faltered in your step, recognizing the silhouette of the person sitting alone at a table towards the back of the room. Ellie. You nibble at your lip, a sick little habit that you could never give up, and weigh your options. Sit by yourself because Jesse and Dina will want to sit with Ellie, or suck it up and sit with her alone for a few minutes. You sigh quietly.

“Fuck.” You mutter, ducking your head. Your feet start to move before you have the chance to change your mind, and you eye the earbuds sticking out of Ellie’s pierced ears once you get to where she is. You reach over hesitantly to tap her shoulder, suddenly hit with the thought that you used to just jump on her shoulders anytime you wanted. How things change.

She looks up at you before you can think about it too hard. Her eyes widen in surprise and she flounders for a bit, her lips parting open but no words escaping. 

“Mind if I sit?” You ask, putting her out of the misery of finding something to say. She blinks, and nods quickly, grabbing her bag out of the seat next to her. 

“Yeah, fuck, sorry–” She mumbles, clearing out her little mess on the table. You eye her notebook, catching the sight of what looks like a song. You slip yourself into the seat, and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. She quickly shoves her tattooed arm in front of her notebook, hiding it from your gaze. You look away, and start grabbing your notebook from your bag. 

The air is thick, even though the room is so fucking big. You can vaguely hear the music coming from her earbuds, and you try not to look at her. 

She looks the same, though. A little more grown, a little less tired. Like the dread has finally let her go. The calmness suits her. You remember her being tense and guarded from when you two were together; how nothing could calm her down. This Ellie, though, she looks like she fuckin’ sunbathes and does yoga. The thought makes you snort, and you duck your head quickly, embarrassed. Ellie looks over at you, a small grin on her lips, and when you meet her gaze, you realize it looks a little sad. You ignore it.

“It’s–” She coughs softly to clear her throat, wincing at her awkwardness, “It’s good to see you.” 

You mess with the pen in your hand, looking over her features. The freckles you used to kiss every night, and the lips that used to kiss the beauty mark on your neck, and the stupid little slit in her eyebrow that you know the story to but you swore you would never tell. You smile, trying to be polite, but it falls quickly. 

“Yeah, you too,” you nod, opening your notebook to try to look busy. The class starts filling with bodies, thankfully, and if Dina gives you a worried glance when she sits in front of you, you pretend not to notice. 

Growth is hard. It takes time, and effort, and it’s a push and pull every single day. Being around Ellie more has allowed you to experience this growth full force. You moved on after two years, sure, but now it's being put to the test. It’s hard to be around her, to treat her like she’s only a little bit more than a stranger when she used to be everything. It gets easier as time goes by, but then Dina just had to barge into your apartment, yelling like a crazy woman. 

You jump out of bed, rushing to the living room where she holds her phone out like a bomb. You breathe heavily, looking over her face and figure to make sure she’s not hurt. She looks back at you with wide eyes and a shit-eating grin, in perfect condition. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You exclaim, and she steps closer, shoving her phone towards you. You squint at it questionably, gesturing to it. 

“The fuck is that?” You ask, your voice still on the verge of a yell, and she squeals suddenly. 

“This is a fucking Spotify account. More importantly, it’s Ellie’s fucking Spoitfy account where she posts songs that are about you!”

The statement makes you freeze. At first, the words don’t register in your brain. When they do, you scoff. Dina raises an eyebrow at you, silently asking you to try her life so she can prove it to you. You cross your arms over your chest, and glare at the phone. 

“Songs?” You ask, to which Dina nods. “Like, plural?” 

She groans in annoyance, connecting her phone to the bluetooth speaker. She scrolls, then clicks on a song. You peer over at her phone and notice it’s titled my kind of woman. It makes you lose your breath, hearing her voice and knowing the face she pulls when she sings a certain word. You bite the tip of your nail, and try to take deep, calming breaths. 

You and Dina sit there for what seems like hours, listening to every song in her discography. There’s not much, but the songs about you tell you everything you need to know at the moment. It brings back a feeling that you had when you two first started seeing each other. That giddy little fluttering in your tummy, the hope that you snuffed out years ago. 

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and when you pull it out, you eye the message on the screen. 

ellie 

3:46pm 

hey. would you mind meeting me for some coffee? i was hoping we could talk.

When Dina catches a glimpse of the dreamy look on your face, she asks what's up. You’re too content to not tell her, and yet–

“I’ll tell you after.” You smile.

[b1as1an-souya]

Before I start I just want to say I like reading your work and if It’s alright, can I request the founders with a skater reader who is chill, is always getting injured cause they do a bunch of skating tricks without checking their surroundings, is always skating whenever they have the chances and is sometimes a jokester and would pretend that their like falling off their board only to go back into boarding stances to catch the toman members off guard (If that makes senses if it doesn’t im sorry). And you know that scene where mikey and Draken have some beaten up students lay on their stomachs I can imagine the doing something like reader pulling an ollie and jumping over a group of beaten up students. I can just imagine the founders hyping up reader when he’s skating. Also I do apologize if this is long

Hi! It’s nice to know that people appreciate and like to read my works<3 thanks for requesting me!

And i am super sorry for taking over a month to write this!

Skating & Gangs

Toman x male reader

Warnings: cursing, mentions of beating people up.

[Name] was a reckless idiot. If any of the Toman members were around that boy they would honestly fear for their lives.

But [Name] wasn’t aware of that. Because he’s a fucking dumbass.

But other than that [Name] was a pretty chill dude.

Currently [Name] was skipping school with Mikey, Draken, And Baji. Well more like he was dragged out of school, but who really cares?

“Shouldn’t you lay off the skating for a while? You almost fractured your leg.” Draken asked looking at [Name]. “Nah, I’ll be fine! Anyways wanna see a new trick i learned?” [Name] smiled, getting the attention of Mikey and Baji.

They really liked watching you learn new tricks. They also liked watching you fall and bust your ass failing to show off the trick.

“Why not?” Mikey grinned. “Okay! But for this we’re gonna need to pay Takemichi a little visit!” [Name] said as he circled around his friends on his skateboard. “What the hell does Takemichi have to do with you doing a new skating trick?” Baji questioned, making you stop circling around your friends. “You’ll see! Anyways last one to Takemichi’s school has to attempt to ride my skateboard!” [Name] yelled leaving his friends confused.

“You’re cheating! You’re using a skateboard!” Mikey and yelled before running towards [Name], the other two following him.

Now the four were at Takemichi’s school waiting for [Name] to tell them what was going on. “Okay, Mikey, Baji, Draken, go and do your thing, I’ll be back!” [Name] said hoping off his skateboard and walking to Takemichi’s classroom.

“What the fuck does he mean by do our thing?” Baji muttered. “I don’t kn-” Draken said only to be cut off by some 3rd years who probably went to Takemichi’s school. “Shouldn’t you know that the Tokyo Manji Gang doesn’t belong here?” One of the third year’s asked, giving the three a death glare. “Oh! So that’s what he meant by doing our thing!” Baji said finally realizing what [Name] meant. “It took ya that long?” Mikey joked, before the three started to fight with the third years.

“Takemichi, come and play with me.” [Name] said before dragging Takemichi outside with him. “We’re in the middle of a class though!” His teacher yelled. “Don’t worry Sir, I’ll bring him back.” [Name] smiled as he walked out the classroom with a worried and confused Takemichi. “[Name]! You can’t just drag me out from a class like that!” Takemichi scolded. “Don’t worry about school! That’s not what I came to talk to ya about. I want you to check out this new trick I learned!” [Name] smiled.

“Wait huh?” Takemichi said, as he stopped walking making [Name] stop to. “You heard me! You get to see a [Name] exclusive, best seats in the house!” [Name] replied making Takemichi even more confused, but it was to late because him and [Name] were already walking out the building.

“What happened here!” Takemichi yelled out in confusion, looking at the third years from his school that were currently on the ground. “This is a school so we schooled em.” Draken said giving Takemichi a small smile. “Alright we’re almost ready the new trick I wanna show y’all!” [Name] said. “Please tell me you’re not gonna try and jump over these people [Name].” Baji asked giving [Name] the most tiredest look ever, but [Name] did not care.

“Yeah, no shit Baji!” [Name] said. “If you fall im not gonna help you!” Mikey laughed, only for [Name] to say, “Shut it I’m trying to focus, but I can’t do that if you’re talking!” [Name] seriously said.

After [Name] made sure that his skating gear was on properly, he got on his skateboard and started to skate. “Holy shit he’s actually doing it!” Takemichi said starring at [Name] in awe.

“There is no fucking way he just did that without falling.” Draken muttered. “You really underestimate me and my super awesome skating skills.” [Name] joked.

“Can I go back to class now?” Takemichi muttered. “Sure! Tell Hina I said hi!” [Name] smiled before walking off.

“I still can’t believe you did that shit and didn’t fall!” Baji laughed. “Shut up!” [Name] yelled punching Baji’s shoulder softly. “That was pretty cool though! You gotta teach me how you did that!” Cheered Mikey.

“No fucking way Mikey, that’s a [Name] exclusive, a one time thing!” [Name] said quickly shutting Mikey down.

“Danm it!” Mikey cried

10/01/22

[ms-no1kpopstan]

I got you blocked, excited to never talk, I , am so sorry for your loss…

Now playing: Feather, by Sabrina Carpenter

Non idol!Bf to ex!Jay x y/n

warnings : angst, breakups, crying, cheating

TAGS; @leaderwonim @mandukkul @copyhanni @nikiswifereal27 @stariikis @ad0rechuu @copyhanni @jungkit @rk1stars @rikihqq @wonryllis @angel1kisses @nishions

A/N AAAH IM SRY I WAS LISTENING TO Sabrina Carpenters ‘Feather’ from her ‘emails I can’t send fwd’ album and um… I JUST HAD TO MAKE THIS

At first, when you and Jay got together about a year ago, the amount of times you both said ‘I love you’ each day was a lot, but recently, you’ve noticed how he started growing really distant more often than not, and at first, you just shrugged it off and though of it as ‘maybe he was just tired or stressed or something’

But the more it continued, you started to realise that maybe he is doing it on purpose but the thought itself would bring all of the most terrible scenarios into your mind and the thought of them being real really scared you, so, even though you knew there was something wrong, you decided to keep it to yourself.

The signs of him cheating were getting higher in number - how he would just hum after you would tell him that you love him, how he almost never even held your hand, let alone kissed you, and oh, the way he started pushing you away a bit whenever you would be next to him… These were the most telltale signs of cheating but you never thought that he could do something so bad to you, but you were wrong.

You took his phone from his hands to show him something but the notification that he got was your breaking point. It read:

Baby ❤️ - Babe when are u come to me and break up with that dumb y/n ?

Your breath hitched as hot tears started streaming down your face. You looked up at jay and asked “how long have you been with her?”, in a very breaky voice. “About four months…” he replies with a whisper.

‘I am so sorry for your loss’

”Well, Jay, you gained one person but you lost another one as well”, was the last thing you said before you got up to go get all of your stuff, every single thing and not before long, all of your stuff was packed into the small suitcase you had at his place. You picked up your sunglasses and your phone, and walked out of his apartment without another word.

‘ i slam the door, I hit ignore, im sayin “no, no, no, no, no more” ’

You could hear him chasing after you but you just continued walking, but even when he caught up to you, you continued walking and didn’t say a word, but the second you got into your apartment and locked the door, you fell to the floor and started sobbing. you pulled out your phone and blocked his number, and any of his friends numbers that you had. You had never felt a heartbreak this bad, but you knew this time, there was no jay there to comfort you anymore…