#IS ANYBODY LISTENING!!!! I OPEN MY MOUTH AND NOTHING COMES OUT!!!!!!

[silvery-stars]

me when flowers from hadestown

[stellerssong]

no you guys. you guys i'm literally not fucking joking. when you cannot walk the path you walk without losing that which made you walk it. when your love cannot smile bravely in the face of a machine that wants her silenced and dead and go forth to tell the story again and again and again without you losing her, failing her, permanently and forever and always. when you cannot make them see how the world could be without falling into the trap of the way the world is. when you have a gift to give but it's everything you have.

you give hope to the world but crucially you keep none for yourself.

[temiizpalace]

☆┆MY LAST NAME BELONGS TO YOU!

SUMMARY: writing your name out, with his last name!

CHARACTERS: basketball club + azul and leona

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: reader is referred to as [mc] – not really a warning, just kinda cringe – mentions of pursuing marriage in floyd and azuls part

ROMANTIC, RELATIONSHIP IS UP TO READER

reader is g/n, reader is yuu

♥️┆ACE TRAPPOLA

“man, this stinks..”

ace whispered under his breath as professor trein droned on with the lesson. he was struggling to keep his eyes open. as much as he wanted to just fall asleep in the middle of the lesson, he really really didn’t want to add to his homework pile.

that’s just more precious hours of his day wasted. all the repetitive sounds were oddly enough lulling him to sleep. the grating sounds of grim snoring, the weird twang noise deuces rubber band was making, and the sounds of pencils writing against paper.

“hey deucy, make sure not to fall asleep.” he whispered to ace, as if he wasn’t about to do the same. deuce gives him a look, about to open his mouth before trein had looked in their direction. ending their banter immediately.

to keep himself awake, ace started doodling in his notebook. not in the corner as most would, no he began doodling on a brand new sheet of paper. curious as to what you were doing, it seems you were notetaking at first.

but getting a closer look, you were doing the same as him. doodling in the notebook, barely paying attention to the lesson. he snickered, deep down grateful that he wasn’t the only one not paying attention.

‘hah. look at that idiot, not paying attention. they’d have to work twice as hard without magic. hehe.’ ace thought, shifting his attention to staring at you. though he was focused on you, his hands still mindlessly doodled across the page. completely unaware of what he was writing.

deuce glances over his shoulder, eyes widening at what he managed to read. “ace?! i.. i never would’ve thought this was your level of dedication..” deuce says to ace, confusing the boy. “eh? deuce what are you talking about—“

ace looks at the paper. his handwriting was messy since he wasn’t paying attention but it was certainly legible.

[MC] TRAPPOLA

he shuts the notebook hastily, emitting a loud thud noise to echo in the classroom. all eyes were on him. including yours. he whistles as if nothing happened, face flushed a light pink color. trein grunts, and continues on with the lesson.

🦁┆LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

“how’d i get stuck here..”

leona mumbles, sitting at his desk in what felt like forever. his plans to skip were officially ruined as you dragged him to his classroom before he could make it to the botanical garden. usually he’d just brush off anybody getting in his way of a good nap, but you looked so persistent in getting him here.

so begrudgingly, he took his seat in class with a huff as the professor continued his lesson. does he regret it? sort of. you looked satisfied and proud when he listened to you, so he’ll oblige for now. he can just ask for a reward later as a thanks for his compliance. he’s mentally making a list of things you could do for him..

joining him for his afternoon nap, fetching him lunch, coming to a spelldrive club practice, the list goes on. his blissful thoughts were then interrupted as the professor placed a paper worksheet in front of him. a worksheet? those are barely ever given out to students..

“kingscholar, this is a sheet of things you must catch up on as a result of your frequent absences. surely you can finish this by the end of the week since you seem to have much free time.” the professor spoke, handing him a pencil and leaving him off to writing.

“haah.. I shouldn’t have listened to that damn herbivore.” he sighs, slouching in his seat and reviewing the sheet in front of him. ‘i already know all this..’ leona thinks, stretching his arms out getting ready to nap. the least he could do is write out his name and do the rest when he feels like it. instead of his name, it was something else entirely.

[MC] KINGSCHOLAR

his ears drop down, his eyes widened, and his cheeks got darker. he followed his first instinct and crumbled the worksheet, ensuring nobody could read what he had just written. the professor glares at him and makes his way over to his seat. “mr. kingscholar.. i hope you know that’d be a rather large part of your grade. we wouldn’t want you to be held back another, would we?”

“tch..” leona scoffs, trying to look away from any of the attention he was receiving. the class ends as soon as it has started, thankfully with no more incidents. leona was just glad nobody has seen what he has written and that he can escape this situation as quickly as possible.. or so he thought.

“roi du leon!” an all too familiar face calls out.

oh no.

🐙┆AZUL ASHENGROTTO

azul sat in his office, filing through the contracts he had made in the past month. many let their minds wander when sitting at a desk for 2 hours or so, and azul is no exception.

eventually growing bored and tired of looking through the deals he made, he took out a notepad and simply wrote out his thoughts. at first he thought this was a dumb idea, but his mother insisted he try it and it has been working ever since.

his mind always felt at ease once the notebook was pulled out. but today felt a little different. he was happy, but today he felt more excited than anything.

he had a dumb lovestruck smile on his face, lightly giggling as he wrote. what on earth? his face was flushed and warm, but he didn’t mind it one bit.

[MC] ASHENGROTTO

he would’ve never thought something so simple would’ve gotten him so worked up. it was just your name and his surname. what was so special?

that’s what he would’ve thought in the past. now, he began to imagine a future of you and him in the coral sea.. a house together.. you meeting his mother.. his stepfather.. it made him feel all giddy. like a schoolgirl if you will.

his love fantasies were inevitably cut short as he heard a knock on the door. “ne, azul. shrimpy is here to see ya.”

panicked that you and floyd might see his notes, he hurriedly opened his drawer and slams it shut. the thud can be heard on the other side of the door, confusing you. “a-ahem.. come in!”

as he saw you, his fantasies began to boot back up. a wedding.. dates at mostro lounge.. it sounded like paradise. every fiber of his being was fighting the primal urge to make you a sign a contract. a contract in which you’d agree to be his life partner. forever, and ever.

🦈┆FLOYD LEECH

not feeling like attending classes, floyd skipped out on the lesson. he knows he’d get scolded by azul later, but if he doesn’t feel like going he don’t wanna.

since you were in classes, the teachers had pushed him out before he even got to you. even despite his protests! floyd complains at the closed door, trying to open it back up.

“eh? why can’t i just take shrimpy and go? lessons are borin’ anyway.” he complains, causing you to hide your head from all the eyes staring at you. all this attention pointed more at you than at floyd..

“leech.. that’s quite enough. go back to your class and come back for this.. “shrimpy” later. interrupting a lesson is NOT what a mage of the future should be doing.” the teacher retorts, now ignoring floyd and his remarks.

“tch.” getting tired of trying to pull you out, floyd retreats to his room in octavinelle. he flopped onto his bed, a pen in hand and a notebook in front of him. jade said drawing is a good time killer or whatever, so he’ll do just that. in all honesty, it won’t take long for him to get bored of this activity and look for something else.

floyd being floyd, just wrote or drew whatever first came to mind. there were tiny drawings of shrimps all over the page. an occasional eel to be seen next to it. he laughed and smiled looking at the page before him. “ehe.. there are shrimpys all over this paper—!”

he writes out another thought that came to his mind. it wasn’t a shrimp drawing, neither was it an eel. the handwriting was slightly shaking being on an uneven and unstable surface, but you can tell what it says.

[MC] LEECH

[MC]? ohhh, that’s your name! leech? that’s his last name! he didn’t truly process what he had wrote, but he knew the implications of it. you being a leech.. to change your last name..

you typically marry a person of interest.. and that person of interest typically inherits the others last name..

hey! person of interest is you! you’re his person of interest! just wait shrimpy! you better save that ring finger just for him!

and 5 minutes later he gets bored, tosses the notebook to the side and goes back to terrorize your classroom again.

🐍┆JAMIL VIPER

jamil sat in the scarabia lounge, finally finishing up dinner for the day. kalim was held up in club activities, and basketball practice has been cancelled due to the fact over half of the members were injured thanks to floyd and aces negligence.

this was a rare moment where he actually had time to himself. nobody to interrupt him in his peaceful state of mind. jamil walked over to his room, locking the door behind him and laying flat onto his bed.

he stares up at the ceiling, unsure what to do with this free time. homework? no he already did it all. check up on kalim? no, why would he ruin his moment of peace like that. check up on you? …

what a ridiculous idea. he doesn’t have time for that. well he does but.. ugh. having time to himself isn’t as relaxing as he made it out to be. especially considering he never had a moment to himself in forever.

jamil figured to keep himself occupied, he can make a bucket list. many people make bucket lists, surely this’ll help him plan his future, right? he grabs a pen and a sheet of paper and began to brainstorm.

obviously seeing the world is one of them. that’s something he wanted to do for as long as he could remember. his mind blanks. so far, his only desire was to travel. far far away from kalim. a thought occurred in his mind.

“..they have to be putting a spell on me or something.” jamil mutters, massaging his temple. he tried wiping the thought clean from his mind, but there was no luck. it annoyed him that such a simple thought was enough to leave him flustered.

[MC] VIPER

he wrote it onto a separate sheet of paper. examining it with a slight smirk. his cheeks were tinted a slightly darker shade, signs of him blushing. “their name doesn’t go well with my surname. what a shame.”

he’s lying. hearing your name with his last is like music to his ears, as much as he’d hate to admit it. surely enough he rips the paper into shreds and tosses it into a nearby trashbin, going out on a walk to clear his clouded mind.

you must’ve put a spell on him. he shouldn’t be having such fantasies of you and him traveling the world together.

A/N: this kinda sucks but it’s better than nothing lmao

date published: 1/6/23

© temiizpalce — don’t steal or copy my work!

[alixmarauders]

Why try? | poly! marauders x fem! reader

angst / fluff

CW: brief mention of bully, negative self talk, some cursing (?) I think that’s all :)

word count: 1.4k

note: it’s my first mini series and English is not my first language, just wanted to say so in case you spot any error :)

chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4 coming soon

“Why are they dating me?”

That’s the question that kept flashing in your head 24/7 for the past week.

It all started when you were sitting with your group of friends in the Ravenclaw common room. You had just returned from your secret date with the marauders; even though they wanted to love you in public, you didn’t. It was silly, really, but you didn’t want all of the backlash that it would inevitably come from dating them.

You knew, deep down, that if you were to love them in the open, everyone would be confused as to why they chose you. They were the marauders, for god’s sake, even you had doubts about this… thing that you had been going on, god only knows what everyone else would be thinking.

So you invented an excuse. You told them that your brother was protective over you, that you didn’t want to cause them trouble. You could have been spending more time thinking about a better story: your brother couldn’t care less about your wellbeing, let alone who you dated. It didn’t matter what he really thought, though, because they believed the lie.

It hurt to have to lie to the boys that you were growing fond of, but still, years and years of bullying made you this way. You never really viewed yourself as someone worthy of affection, let alone of love. You never really liked your physique, you hated your nose, you wished you had something special about your physical appearance but you couldn’t find it.

Even your personality didn’t seem worthy of being known, or at least you thought so. You were an A-student, but only because you studied hard. You had a lot of hobbies, sure, but you weren’t exactly good at them. All of this to say, you didn’t deem yourself worthy of their attention.

Now you were sitting with your friends, chatting, and of course, of fucking course, they had to start talking about james.

“I really don’t get how he can be so oblivious about my flirting”

This caught your attention. The girl talking wasn’t exactly your friend, however she shared her room with Emmeline, one of your best friends, so she started hanging out with you. Still, you didn’t know about this flirting until now. You chose to listen quietly.

“… I mean, I even went to his game wearing his damn number on my back. What do I have to do in order to get his attention?”

“I don’t know Aurora… Rumor has it they are all dating some new girl, though nobody knows who she is! They saw them hanging around near Hogsmade, but nobody saw her face. I really thought they didn’t want to include anybody in their relationship”

“Another girl?” Both you and Aurora exclaimed at the same time. This. This was a rather embarrassing situation.

“What Y/N? Decided to join the conversation?”

“Yeah, didn’t take you as a marauder fan?”

This is why you should learn to keep your mouth closed.

“What? Am I not allowed to be curious?”

“Yeah, not like they’ll ever consider you.” Em stared at Aurora blankly, you were sure your face was showing every little thought that was slowly, but surely, starting to crawl over your consciousness, making you doubt yourself.

“What? Don’t look at me like I’m the evil guy. It’s nothing personal, Y/N, but you are just a normal girl, they seem like the type to enjoy someone more… special?”

And that’s when the doubting started.

“Yeah… I think I’ll go study now”

You excused yourself, while you clearly heard Em starting to get angry at Aurora, but you just couldn’t take this.

It was one thing to doubt yourself, but if even your friends thought the same of you, maybe you were right, maybe you should just stop bothering them.

You ran to the library, to the farthest corner. Staring at the rain pouring outside your window, you started to do the one thing you were really good at: self loathing.

A hand made you jump.

“Hey there dovey, didn’t mean to scare my girl”

Remus was looking at you with that loopsided grin of his that made your stomach flip. He called you ‘his girl’, even though you weren’t official, your heart swelled.

“Hey Rem” You tried to smile, you really did, but for some reason your facial muscles couldn’t bring themselves to work. His face immediately fell.

“What is going on?”

You could have just told him.

Maybe you should have.

But you really weren’t one to just talk about problems, you preferred to just pretend.

“Nothing! Nothing I- I just-“ You stopped for a moment. Great job, Y/N, you were doing such a great job! You took a deep breath. “Nothing, I’m just a bit stressed about herbology? You know I’m not the best at it”

He seemed to believe you. “Well, we can study together then?”

Again, you should have said yes.

“I’m sorry I just- I mean, we hung out earlier? Aren’t you tired of me?”

He frowned. “No? Why would I be? Sirius and James are napping, I was actually looking for you? I feel like we hardly ever have some alone time together”

You wanted to cry, you wanted to talk about every little doubt crowding your mind. But you couldn’t, your tongue twisted.

“Oh…”

“But I mean, if you want some alone time I understand!

You simply nodded.

“See you around Remus”

“Okay then? See you around?”

He turned, stopping for a minute, likely pondering if he should just go away or stay to talk. He decided to leave.

You fell even further on the armchair, your mind flooded with doubts.

You sat at dinner, exhausted. You have been spending the whole afternoon running through the endless possibilities as to why they were willingly spending their time with you. Were they making fun of you? Were they just bored? None of your answers made you feel any better about yourself.

Now you were staring at your plate.

“Hey Y/N” Em looked quite concerned. “Are you alright?” You nodded, she frowned.

“If it’s Aurora who got you so sad, don’t worry, I kicked her ass”

You snorted at that. “No, don’t worry Em, everything’s alright. You know I get like that when the winter nears”

She nodded. It was exhilarating how everybody seemed to believe your lies.

Throughout the whole dinner, you sensed three pair of eyes burning through your back. You decided you couldn’t stay a minute longer under their scrutiny, pretending to eat, pretending to have fun. You simply stood up, exiting the Great Hall.

A hand grasped yours, making you jump.

“What’s up with you lot today? Trying to induce a heart attack?” James snickered, tugging your wrist and making you end up in his arms.

You noticed Sirius and Remus looking at you, the latter still sporting the frown he had in the library.

“Just wanting to check up on you. Moony here was quite worried about you, said you seemed sad. Is everything alright?” Sirius searched for your eyes, while you looked at your feet. “Did we make you uncomfortable in any way?”

“No, no it’s not that”

That’s it. You really were stupid.

Remus quirked a brow. “So you are sad about something.”

“Well, you know… the rain.”

James looked like he was about to laugh. “Well yes, it rains quite a lot in Scotland?”

“No, I mean I get quite moody when the weather starts to worsen” At that James hugged you.

“You poor thing, you should have told! Wanna come in our dorm and have a cuddle?”

A cuddle did sound nice, but then again the doubts started to flood your mind. They already had to spend time to someone as uninteresting as you, the least you could do was try to not be a burden.

“No, sorry I just want to take a shower and have some alone time, you know?”

They seemed worried. James looked like a lost puppy, not understanding why you were so suddenly trying to create space between you and them.

Sirius nodded. “Okay love, but if you change your mind you know where to find us, yeah?”

You wanted to cry. To actually sob into their shoulders and word vomit every single mean thing that you told yourself in the last six hours. Instead you just smiled, waved, and ran to your room.

And so began the worst week of your sixth year at Hogwarts.

[harmonicakai]

Midas Touch

Part 2 of the "Somebody Else" series

Pairing: Soobin x Reader, Yeonjun x Reader

Summary: As you and Soobin work on becoming a more believable fake couple, you both realize your initial impressions of each other aren't as accurate as you thought.

Tropes: love triangle, unrequited love, fake dating, frat boy!yeonjun, nerd!soobin, roommates, college AU, childhood best friends

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: sexual TENSION (mdni!), swearing, yj is an asshole, mentions of masturbation and sex

A/N: Yeonjun is barely in this sorry guys :-(

"The look of you when I open my eyes So bright that I couldn’t dare to approach My heart that wants to be like you Gets colored, filled with you" —New, Yves

Your room is much nicer than Soobin’s, albeit messier. There’s clothes scattered all across the floor, and your twin sized bed is covered in stuffed animals.

“Sorry,” you apologize, piling things onto your desk chair. “I didn’t think anybody would actually be coming over tonight. I mean, not like anybody is here any other night, either.”

“That’s okay,” Soobin reassures you. He’s relieved to hear that you don’t tend to have any late night visitors. You grab one of your favorite throw blankets and chuck it at him.

“Hope you’re okay with the floor,” you say. “If this actually becomes a regular thing, I’ll work out a more comfortable sleeping arrangement.”

“I’m good with whatever,” he says. Really, he thinks that if you let him sleep in your bed with you, he’d probably explode, so this is a good thing.

“Here,” you say, handing him a spare toothbrush. “Let’s get unready.”

Soobin is mesmerized at watching your nighttime routine, but he’s especially interested in the way you remove your makeup and layer on a complex combination of skincare products. You’re even nice enough to share and guide him through each step.

“This one brightens your face,” you explain, “And this one helps with texture.”

Soobin’s never considered any of these issues before. He kind of just rinses his face with water and things work out okay for him. 

You watch him to make sure he goes in the right order, and he can’t help but notice how you’re equally as beautiful without makeup. You’ve got a silly plush headband pushing your hair out of your face, and you’ve given him one to match.

It all feels a bit too real standing at the bathroom sink together. 

“All done?” you ask, snapping him out of his daydream. He nods, and you lead him back to your bedroom.

When you get back, your roommate, Jia, is sitting in the common room eating a tub of ice cream and watching TV. She’s cool with you bringing Yeonjun around all the time, but isn’t used to seeing new faces pop up. 

“Hi,” you greet her, before gesturing to your guest. “This is Soobin. Soobin, this is my roommate, Jia.”

“Hi,” he says, giving an awkward wave. Jia gives a half grin, her mouth full, before waving and shooting you a look that says she’s going to need every detail later.

“We’ll be in my room,” you say, grabbing Soobin’s hand and dragging him along. 

While things felt blissfully domestic in the bathroom, they’re as awkward as can be in the bedroom. The two of you really know nothing about each other, except for maybe the classes you take. 

Soobin wonders if you’re just tired or you just don’t want to talk to him. For his sake, he decides on the former, watching as you switch the lamp off and turn to face the wall. 

“Goodnight, Soobin,” you say, hoping he’s comfortable enough on your floor.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replies. His heartbeat is still racing, and he spends a good portion of the night listening to the way your breathing becomes slow and steady, willing himself to match its pace. That night, all he dreams about is you.

—————-

If things were awkward right before bed, they’re even worse when you and Soobin wake up to a fire alarm. 

“Soobin,” you say, crawling out of bed and shaking him. He must be a heavy sleeper. “Soobin, get up.”

His eyes flutter open and he’s got a dopey smile when he sees you. “Huh? What time is it?”

“It’s only six, but there’s a fire alarm. We have to go outside.” You offer a hand to help him up, but he looks at you funny. “Is something wrong?”

“I can’t get up,” he gulps, glancing at his crotch. “Morning wood.”

“Nobody will care,” you huff, covering your ears in an attempt to dampen the siren. “I’m sorry. I just—I can’t stand loud noises.”

A little embarrassment is nothing compared to making sure you’re comfortable. In an instant, Soobin is up, your blanket wrapped around him like a cape as you file into the crowd of evacuating students.

“Hold my hand,” you whisper, and he doesn’t need anymore convincing before lacing his fingers into yours. To everybody, you look like a real couple. People mostly know you around campus as Yeonjun’s friend, so hopefully they’ll start to talk when they see you with another guy for once.

Soobin notices how you’re shivering in just a t-shirt and sleep shorts and wraps the blanket around you too, pulling you in to share his body heat. He’s so cozy, and his chest feels more solid than you expected. 

“Thank you,” you say, peering up at him, your arms finding their way around his waist. His hair is messier than you’ve ever seen it, but it somehow works for him. He smiles back at you, and you note his dimples and the way his eyes light up.

Choi Soobin is cute. He might not be your type, but any girl would be lucky to have him.

Even though he doesn’t really want to, Soobin heads back to his own room after the fire alarm is over. It was really sweet of him to keep you company while you waited, you think to yourself.

When Soobin gets back, Yeonjun is sitting in the kitchen, nursing his hangover with a huge spread of breakfast. 

“Look who’s back,” Yeonjun slurs, wearing sunglasses indoors. “Have fun with Y/N?”

“I did, actually. She showed me her skincare routine.”

“Is that all she showed you?” He’s lifted his sunglasses up now.

“Yes.” Soobin knows if he says more, it’ll be too obvious the relationship is fake.

“So the girl of your dreams took you to her bedroom and you didn’t hook up with her?”

“It’s not like that between us,” Soobin asserts. “I want to take my time. Treat her right.”

“Soob,” Yeonjun starts, a grin plastered on his face. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

“And what if I am?”

“I knew it!” Yeonjun leans into the couch, clapping.

“I’m going to shower,” Soobin says, walking towards the bathroom.

“Don’t take too long jacking off to Y/N,” his roommate calls after him.

“You’re gross!”

“Maybe, but I’m right, aren’t I?”

Yeonjun is right. As soon as Soobin steps under the hot water, he can’t get you off of his mind. The way your fingers felt laced through his hair, or the taste of your lip gloss. Your cute moles that your foundation usually covers up and the way you snuggled into him to keep warm.

He’s got it bad, finishing after he’s barely even touched himself. That’s the kind of effect you have on him, and he knows that if he’s going to be around you more and more, he’s going to have to learn to control himself.

When he gets out of the shower, you’re sitting on the couch, looking as beautiful as ever. Soobin stops dead in his tracks, blinking back the water that’s dripping from his hair. In an attempt to cover up his bare chest, he almost drops the towel from around his waist.

“Y/N! Hi–hey!” he stutters, his eyes wide. What were you doing here and why were you so dressed up?

“Hi, Soobie,” you smile at him, standing up and hugging him. “Ooh, bad idea. You’re getting me all wet.”

“That’s probably the only way he can,” Yeonjun chuckles. You turn and shoot him a dirty look.

“Hurry up and put some clothes on,” you tell Soobin. “I don’t want to lose our reservation.”

“Right, yes. Sorry,” he says, walking past you and into his room.

“Please tell me you’re not just messing with that poor boy,” Yeonjun sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t think he’d ever recover.”

“No, Yeonjun,” you cross your arms. “Unlike some people, it matters who I bring home with me.”

“So, you actually like him?”

“He’s sweet,” you reason, refusing to elaborate any further.

“Am I not?” You couldn’t tell if you could sense a tinge of jealousy in his voice.

“Why don’t you ask one of the other girls you kissed the other night and get back to me?” Your anger catches both you and him off guard. Usually, you’re Yeonjun’s doormat. 

You stare at each other in silence before finally looking away. It feels like hours before Soobin comes back out of his room, wearing his glasses and a white button down. It’s nerdy, but in a cute way. It’s quintessentially him.

“Ready?” you ask, holding out your hand for him.

“Yeah, ready,” he says, lacing his fingers into yours. “Bye, Yeonjun. We’ll see you later.”

“Bye,” he mutters, eyes locked on his phone screen. “Have fun.”

You close the door behind you without a word.

—————-

“This isn’t what I was expecting when you said we had a reservation,” Soobin says, eyeing the study room in the library that you’ve rented out for the next couple of hours. “I could’ve at least brought some homework to do.”

“This isn’t a study date,” you clarify. “Well, technically it is, except we’re studying each other. If we’re going to be a couple, we need to look and act like one.”

“Agreed.” Soobin’s palms are already starting to sweat. He had always thought of you as quiet and sweet around Yeonjun, but you seem so confident when it’s just you and him.

“I brought a game for us to play to get to know each other better,” you say, opening up your tote bag and digging out a deck of cards. “We’ll start with level one. What was the first thing you noticed about me?”

“You’re beautiful,” Soobin blurts out. His wording sticks in your head. Usually, people call you cute or pretty, but beautiful has a whole other meaning to it.

“Thank you,” you say, hoping he can’t see you blush. “I noticed how nice you were.”

“Or you didn’t notice me at all,” he says, staring at the floor.

“What do you mean?” you ask, looking at him in confusion.

“We’ve technically met twice. You were drunk the first time, and you didn’t really remember, so the second time we met, you thought it was the first. I had to reintroduce myself.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know that.” He thought you were beautiful even when you were blackout drunk.

“It’s okay,” he shrugs. “It gave me a second chance to make a good first impression.”

“And you did,” you assure him. “All of Yeonjun’s friends are dicks, so it was really nice to meet one who isn’t.”

“I don’t think me and Yeonjun are friends,” he mutters.

“You don’t?” It had never occurred to you that Soobin didn’t like Yeonjun.

“Does it seem like we’re friends?”

“Well… no, I guess not,” you say, looking back at the deck in your hands. 

“He’s kind of an asshole,” Soobin laughs. He’s right, you think to yourself, but it’s not something you’ve ever been willing to accept.

“He wasn’t always like that,” you quip back. “He used to be really sweet. I don’t know. Something just changed between highschool and college. He wanted to be cool and went on this whole journey to reinvent himself.”

“So, he’s completely different, but you’re still in love with him?”

You have no idea how to answer that question. Soobin knows he shouldn’t have asked it.

“Let’s skip to level two,” you change the subject, digging through the cards. “What's the most attractive thing I do without realizing it?”

Soobin swallows hard. He thinks everything you do is attractive. Even the way you’re looking at him right now, the corners of your mouth slightly upturned, makes his heart beat faster. He weighs his options. “You’re bossy.”

“You like that?” you laugh. There were so many other things he could have picked about you.

“Yes. You know exactly what you want and you aren’t afraid to tell me. It’s–it’s very attractive.”

“Fair enough.” You lean back in your chair, eyeing him up and down. “You have nice hands.”

“Really?” he says, looking at them. “Nobody’s ever told me that.”

“Dude,” you say, taking one into your grasp and comparing it to yours. “They’re huge. It’s hot.”

“Thanks,” he mutters, pulling his hand away and hiding his face.

“Did I say something wrong?” you ask him. He looks up at you, surprised.

“No! I’m just, I’m not used to being complimented. Especially not on my appearance.” It’s never occurred to you that some people don’t get showered with comments on how good they look all the time, especially someone as handsome as Soobin. 

“Soobin,” you say, locking eyes with him. “You are very attractive. From one pretty person to another, okay?”

“Okay,” he laughs awkwardly. “It’s hard to argue with that.”

“You know what?” You set the deck of cards down on the table. “Fuck the game. Let’s do something more fun.”

“Like what?”

“Kissing lessons,” you grin.

“What!?” Soobin looks terrified. He checks behind his shoulder to make sure the room’s blinds are shut.

“If we want to make Yeonjun jealous, you’re going to have to look like you can kiss me better than he can. That’ll really get on his nerves.”

“Was I… bad at kissing the other night?”

“No, but you were a little desperate,” you explain.

“Sorry.” He’s looking away again.

“Stop apologizing to me. I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

“Oh. Then why do I need lessons?”

“Listen, I’m all for my fake boyfriend seeming obsessed with me, but if you keep kissing me like it’s the end of the world, it’s not going to seem like we do it on the regular.”

“Makes sense.”

“Exactly. So, let’s practice. We’ll start easy with cheek kisses. Don’t flinch.” You lean over and place a quick kiss on Soobin’s cheek, and he does his best to stay still. “See, was that so hard?”

“I guess not,” he breathes out.

You raise an eyebrow at him. “You guess?”

“It wasn’t,” he clarifies. “What’s next?”

You grab both of his hands and pull him to his feet. “Hug me like you missed me.”

He doesn’t need much more instruction, wrapping his arms around your waist until there’s no space between the two of you. “Now what?”

“Kiss the top of my head.” Soobin places a gentle kiss at the crown of your head, your shampoo smelling like citrus. You look up at him with a smile.

“Good job,” you say. “Now my forehead, and then my cheek, and then my nose.”

One of his hands moves to cup your face, following your instructions carefully. Once he’s placed a kiss on the tip of your nose, he doesn’t pull away. “And your mouth?”

You nod, leaning in until your lips connect. He’s more cautious this time, making sure it doesn’t seem like he’s trying to swallow you whole. 

“How was that?” he asks, breaking away. 

“It was nice,” you say. “Maybe a little too gentle.”

Instead of replying, Soobin pulls you into another kiss, his grip on your waist tightening and his mouth open. “Better?”

“Better,” you affirm before kissing him again. Your hands slip into his hair, tugging on it slightly. Soobin leans further into you until you’re pressed against the blackboard.

His tongue finds its way into your mouth and to your surprise, you whimper. And just like that, Soobin is hard, all of his nervousness melting away to focus on pleasing you. He pulls away, his lips kissing their way down your jaw and onto your neck.

“Does this feel good?” he asks you, sucking on the sensitive skin. The best answer you can give him is a strained moan. You pray he doesn’t leave a mark.

“You—you’re a fast learner,” you stammer. One of his hands brushes the hemline of your shirt, prompting you to snap into reality and push him away. “That was good. You did good.”

Soobin steps back, his body no longer keeping you upright. You both do your best to regain your composure, wiping your lips dry and fixing your hair. 

“I have a good teacher,” he says, suddenly feeling awkward again. He prays you don’t notice his hard on, even though it was just pressed up against you. Except it’s all you can think about.

If it were anybody else, you’d probably laugh and tease them about it, but not Soobin. You had no idea how much you’d enjoy this. Sure, kissing him while drunk and heartbroken at the party was fun, but this was different. 

“Well, I think we’ve had a successful day,” you say, quickly gathering the cards off the table and shoving them into your bag. “I have to run. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Oh. Yeah, okay,” he smiles, his stupid dimples showing. “I’ll see you later, Y/N!”

And with that, you’ve slammed the study room’s door behind you, willing yourself to think about literally anything or anyone else on the way back to your dorm.

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request for quinn hughes !!

quinn and luke’s childhood girl best friend finally get together during the summer of ‘21, keeping it a secret from everyone but their moms

luke’s bsf even goes out of her way to fly to vancouver to see quinn during the season and uses the excuse “i’m visiting my brother in van” because her brother goes to ubc.

i didn't really specify the summer but thank you for requesting!!🫶🏽

part two

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“Wait, what do you mean you’re not coming out tonight?” 

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you held your phone between your ear and shoulder, your hand occupied with the pasta sauce you were currently making. 

“Because I’m in Vancouver, Luke,” you stated bluntly. “I told you I was coming up ages ago.” 

“To visit your brother?” 

To visit a brother, but he didn’t need to know that. 

“Yeah,” you said noncommittally. “I promise I’ll go out with you and the boys next time though.”

“How long are you up there for?” 

You opened your mouth to reply, only to hear the front door open and shut. You waited a moment before Quinn rounded the corner, something in his eyes lighting up the second he saw you. He went to say something but you quickly placed your finger over your lips before you finally replied to Luke. 

“Probably for a week or so, I’m not sure yet,” you said to the younger Hughes. “Listen, I’ll talk to you later, my brother just walked in—”

“Oh, let me say hi—”

“Bye, Luke!” You quickly hung up before the boy got a chance to say another word. 

You placed your phone down on the counter, letting out a small sigh of relief before you turned to your boyfriend, who was only looking at you with an amused expression. 

“I’m your brother now?” He joked. 

“Shut up,” you grumbled as you turned back to the lunch you were making for the two of you before Quinn slipped out the house to run a few errands. 

Your relationship with Quinn Hughes over the years could be described in one word: nonexistent.

When you were younger, you were nothing but Luke’s best friend that he insisted tagged along to every family event the Hughes family held. When you were in high school, Quinn was the cool, older brother who went off to college and followed his dream. By the time you were in college, he was off in Vancouver, playing in the big leagues and living the life he always dreamed of. 

It just so happened that a fateful night at the lakehouse last summer would be the very thing to completely shatter the nonexistent relationship between you. The second you both saw each other that summer, it was different: you were no longer the little kid tagging along, and he was no longer the older, grumpy brother you barely saw. 

It was different. You were different. 

Late night conversations around the fire slowly shifted into something more, and all it took was a beer or two for confidence before you found yourself rolled between the sheets of Quinn Hughes’ bed. 

And what started off as a summer fling slowly dropped into the autumn months, followed through Christmas and New Years. And now, it was February and you were still going strong. 

Not that anybody knew that—especially not Luke.

“I’m teasing,” Quinn murmured as he slid in behind you, his arms winding around your waist and his face pressed into the crook of your neck. “I do want you to come back, after all.”

Your lips twitched upwards. “A whole week of me not enough?” 

“Never,” he murmured against your skin, placing a soft kiss at the base of your neck because he knew it made you squirm. “Wish you could stay for longer.” 

“Luke would get suspicious if I stayed for Valentine’s,” you sighed as you leaned back in his embrace, wishing that you could stay for longer as well. 

“We could always tell him,” Quinn said after a few moments. 

“I paired up with Jack for beer pong once and he pouted for a week, how do you think he’ll react to this?” You asked. The bond between you and Luke could only be described as platonic soulmates, and that wasn’t something you wanted to lose, even if your relationship with Quinn was everything you could’ve asked for and more. 

“We were younger then,” he retorted. 

“It was last summer, Quinn,” you shot back, and the boy sighed heavily against your neck. 

“I just wish we didn’t have to hide it anymore,” Quinn grumbled, his arms tightening around you. “I’d like to hang out with my girlfriend in public, not sneak around like fucking teenagers.” 

“I thought you said the sneaking around was hot,” you teased. 

“It got boring after month three,” he admitted before he lifted his head, turning you around in his arms so you were facing him. “Let’s tell him. Luke’s a big boy, he can handle it.” 

You pressed your lips together. “You’re sure?” 

“Baby, you’re not gonna lose him over this,” he murmured in a soft, reassuring voice. “He might be a bit fussy, but he’s your best friend. If he sees you happy, then he will be happy.” 

“You make me happy,” you whispered, watching as a small smile grew on his face. 

“Then we’ll tell him,” Quinn nodded. 

“After this trip though,” you said. “I’d rather not spend the rest of my time here with Luke blowing up my phone. I want to tell him in person.” 

“Whatever you want,” Quinn nodded before his eyes darted down to your lips. However, just before he could lean down, you were quickly turning around. “That was cruel.”

“I’m cooking, Quinn, stop distracting me.” 

He raised his brows. “And one kiss is distracting?” 

“With you, it’s never one kiss,” you shot back. 

Quinn huffed out a laugh. “Fine, but afterwards you’re all mine, baby.” 

You bit back your smile. “You got yourself a deal, Hughes.”

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[gutterfuuck]

you have literally infiltrated my brain with bff mark it’s not even funny 😭😭 where tf is my childhood best friend who is literally obsessed with me, thinks we’re soulmates, will scare off anybody who gets too close to me, and thinks he absolutely knows what’s best for me?? like??? helloooo??

-🎀

bowtiful anon!! i see your ask and i raise you this:

“KNEESOCKS”

“when you know who’s calling even though the number is blocked—!”

mark finds out you have found out that you have a creepy stalker.

cw: MDNI!!!, more bff!mark, somno (making out), religious themes(?), worship, short drabble, reader knows mark is invincible but not essential to story.

side note that has nothing to do with this story whatsoever: mark would most definitely pick out your outfit for the day and look over at you with lovey eyes as he lets you try his ice cream, feeding you with the spoon… idk just an idea haha

you had a stalker.

you knew you had a stalker, there was no way you were going crazy. messages would flood your phone at night time, every time you would block one number another would pop up. this was getting scary.

3am, saturday morning. your messenger app started to blow up.

ding.

— you’re like a god to me, you’re my saviour.

ding.

— i need you so bad it’s driving me insane.

ding. ding, ding, ding-

you had enough. you put your phone on do not disturb, going straight to your phone book app and flicking through your recently called until you saw mark’s name, pressing the screen and listening to the dialling sounds of your phone, waiting for the ‘calling…’ under his name to turn into ‘0:00’ to signify that he had picked up.

“y/n..?”

yes.

“mark? oh- mark it’s horrible i’m- please can you just come over..! i’ll tell you when im-“

tick, tick, tick.

your head shot over to your window, getting up off of your bed and opening your curtains to see your best friend floating outside the glass, concern plastered on his face as you quickly scrambled to open the latch, pulling open the window and grabbing onto his hand to bring him inside. you threw your arms around his shoulders and planted your face in his chest with a sob, his arms wrapping around you like a safe cocoon, stroking the back of your head and shushing you.

“what’s wrong? jesus christ, you’re not hurt are you?” he asks, pulling away from you for a minute to observe your shaking figure. you shook your head, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your pajama top. “i think- i think i have a s-..stalker-!” you squeaked out, struggling to admit your fear to him. his face contorted in anger, jaw clenched and teeth gritting, “what? wait, who, do you know who!?” he questioned, eyebrows furrowing when you shook your head. “i’ll find them, y/n. i promise- i’ll get on it first thing in the morning.” he reassured you, guiding you over to sit on your bed and swiping his thumbs under your eyes, wiping away your tears.

“please stay with me…” you said in between little sobs, getting back under your covers and resting your head on your pillow. mark nodded, of course he would, leaving you was out of the question. “i’m not going anywhere. i’ll kill whoever they are.” he laid next to you on top of the covers, eyes fixed on you as you thanked him, wished him a good night and slowly slipped back into sleep, smiling before you lost yourself in dreams again.

4:30am.

mark never took his eyes off of you, watching as your chest raised up and down as you lightly snored, cutely even. you looked so peaceful like this, you had yourself out with your little sobs. he placed his hand on your cheek, leaning in to plant a kiss on your open mouth. “i’ll keep you safe forever,” he whispered, head pressed against yours. “you don’t ever have to be scared, not when i’m here.” he continued, tongue sliding between and past your lips. you mewled in your sleep, tongue moving involuntarily against his own. mark pulled away, tugging down the covers and observing your thin pajama jumper, your nipples hardening underneath the material. he wanted to suck on them, leave wet patches on your shirt from wetting them through the material. you were a heavy sleeper, mark knew that all too well.

“you’re my muse,” he breathed, hands tracing over your sleeping body with messy desperation, “you saved me, so i’ll save you… saved me like-… a god..” he finished, looking down on you beneath him.

“i’ll keep you safe from everything apart from me.”

[juuuulez]

📰 | part three: capulet.

info: Saviour!Reader x Carl Grimes, no pronouns used in this particular issue, no use of (y/n), enemies to lovers, violence, slight graphic description of blood.

summary: You return to Alexandria solo for some supplies, but Rick decides to protest. After a minor altercation, you make things even with Carl.

previous | next

Another part!! This one includes a little bit of violence, but nothing uncommon to TWD universe. Next chapter will be similar, it finally getting a bit more exciting.

Roughly a week later, and you’re back.

The metal gates open with a loud screech, you hold yourself with poise facing the citizens of Alexandria, metal bat swinging gently at your side.

Word spreads quickly, and as you’re speaking with the man appointed with keeping guard, a small crowd begins to form. Everybody appears to be slightly on edge, especially after last weeks debacle where their guns were confiscated.

Eventually, Rick approaches, squinting to combat the midday sun.

“Where’s Negan?” He asks, holding a hand up to his eyes. A little behind him is Carl and Michonne.

You look behind you, over your shoulder, then back at the older man. “Not here, obviously.”

It’s snarky, immature, but tone that suits you best.

Fact is, you’d come here alone. No Negan, no Simon, no Dwight. It was a solo mission. However, ‘mission’ was a bit of an overstatement, seeing as you simply needed a few medical supplies in particular you were unable to get from the Hilltop. Antihistamines, to be exact. Not that big of a deal.

“I’m sure one of your little goons can show me to your medical facilities,” You say, giving a half-hearted gesture towards the small crowd of people watching. “Got some shit to grab.”

But Rick only shakes his head, “I don’t answer to you. We don’t answer to you.”

It makes you furrow your brows, slowly approaching, alike to a predator stalking it’s prey. Anybody at the Sanctuary knew that talking back wasn’t an option, and you were more than happy to teach these people a lesson.

“Oh, but you do,” You lean in as you speak, using body language to intimidate despite your visibly small presence, “See, you answer to Negan. Then there’s me, and then there’s the rest of the Saviours. You, your people, are at the very bottom of this food-chain.”

Rick doesn’t let up, tilting his head ever so slightly with your speech, challenging your authority in a way that didn’t happen very often anymore. “I don’t think so. No Negan, no supplies. That was the deal.”

Then he begins to walk away, causing you to rush a few steps forward to close the gap. “Hey, asshole!” You shout at him, blocking the path, “That’s not your choice to make. I’m giving you instructions, so you listen. You got a problem with that?”

The open defiance is causing you to loose your temper, more so when Rick only takes a step closer to you, looking down as if you were nothing; insignificant. Barely a leader.

“Y’know, an inability to follow basic goddamn instructions is what got your friend killed,” And there you go, running your mouth. But it works, you can feel the power beginning to slip back into your hands. “So you can either ignore me, and learn that lesson again, or do as you’re told so that their worthless lives didn’t completely achieve nothi—“

You don’t get to finish, as before you know it, you’re on the ground. There’s a stinging pain in your cheek, and you gag around a mouthful of spit, mucus and blood. It lands on the concrete with a wet smack, a tiny white pearl sitting amongst the maroon slime.

It’s a little jarring, to be honest. Rick looks surprised, himself, like he hadn’t intended to lash out. To punch a Saviour. Then Michonne is talking to him, but you aren’t listening, too focused on the fact that oh my god, he punched you.

When Michonne takes a step forward, you actually flinch, steeling your heels against the floor (when had you stood up again) and preparing for altercation. But she doesn’t move any closer, and you’re mentally scrambling to piece together this situation, to retrieve the power you’d just lost.

You clench your jaw, speaking with an unusual amount of composure for someone dripping blood from their teeth. “Now, I’ll be taking what I came here for.”

A few steps down the road, and you get an idea, gesturing off towards Carl, who stands there shocked at everything that’s just occurred. “And I’ll be taking the boy.”

Michonne steps forward to protest, “No, I can go. Please, just leave him—“

“Don’t care!” You shout, not even bothering to look backwards as you disembark down the streets of Alexandria, in the vague direction of where you presume their medical facilities to be. Much to your pleasure, there’s the telltale sound of footsteps behind you: Carl following.

Eventually, you make it to the small building, what seems to be a house transformed into a makeshift doctors quarters. It’s pristine, white-picket fence matches that of the neighbourhood.

You let yourself in, Carl following behind you. The first order of business: clean your face. There’s a slight throbbing feeling where the tooth had become dislodged, blood sticking around the edges of your cheeks and pooling underneath your tongue.

There’s a small sink where you lean over, spitting the liquid into it, splattering all over the porcelain bowl.

“Will you tell Negan?” Carl suddenly speaks up, from the other side of the room. So far, you hadn’t heard anything from him, and couldn’t particularly judge his reaction to that event. But he doesn’t sound angry, if anything a little subdued, nervous.

You choose to ignore him, already moving across the room, throwing open cabinets, “You ever get hay fever?”

If you were looking, you’d see the annoyance that crossed Carl’s face at being brushed off like this, but he answers nonetheless, “No.”

Clicking your tongue, you continue the search, flipping bottles and packets of different medications, trying to seek out something familiar. His lacklustre reply fades into background noise.

Eventually you figure out that there’s some sort of system, alphabetical, which aids in the mission of locating the antihistamines. You grab a few packets, stuffing them into the little cross-body bag you’d brought along. This should work perfectly.

“This place is stocked to the teeth,” You comment, closing the cabinet and instead scouring the rest of the room, “Raid a pharmacy or something?”

This casual conversation feels out of place, putting Carl on edge. He can’t understand how you work, how you think. What exactly is wrong with you. Why aren’t you angry? Yelling at him, or frustrated with what just happened. He just presumed everything you say has an ulterior motive.

“Uh.. yeah, a while back.” He answers with a shrug, deciding to be honest, but vague. That, and he didn’t particularly want to think about that, as it had lead to the death of one of their people. All this medical equipment, with no doctor to administer it.

But you don’t respond, despite being the one to ask the question. It’s becoming evident that you don’t necessary know how to carry a conversation like this. You will speak whatever’s on your mind, express the thought, and then be done with it. Move onto the next thing. Getting any sort of information out of you will be difficult.

It’s lucky that Carl was determined.

“Are you going to tell Negan?” He asks again, still standing on the opposite side of the room, “About what my dad did?”

This time, you give some semblance of recognition, in the form of a vague shrug. Now, you’re standing in front of that basin again, mouth open and staring into a mirror to try and find which tooth had been chipped. Feels like one near the back.

For some reason, Carl takes your silence as permission to speak.

“He shouldn’t of done that,” He continues, looking out the window facing the street, “Sometimes… he just doesn’t think, and makes stupid choices. It must be tunnel vision or something.”

Finally, you turn to Carl, blood still smeared on your fingers and bottom lip from where you’d been prodding around at your mouth.

“What happens when people have braces, now?” You ask, completely off topic, “There are barely any doctors, let alone dentists. Can you even get braces off by yourself?”

Carl feels completely confused, unable to follow this strange string of ideas and questions. He’s unsure if he should be preparing for backlash from Negan, or you, and this isn’t doing anything to help.

“Are you concussed, or something?” He finally asks, the tiniest bit of frustration and annoyance dripping into his tone, making the question sound less genuine and more sarcastic.

This is something you could work with. A tone you were familiar with, an emotion you knew how to handle.

“No, asshole. It was a basic question, why can’t you understand?” You spit, eyes narrowing at Carl, a complete 180 from your previously nonchalant behaviour, “You may actually be stupider than you look.”

This works to rile Carl up, becoming irritated with this entire situation, “Why did you even bring me here? It’s not like you actually needed my help.”

You roll your eyes, washing the blood and spit from your hands. “I just wanted to scare Rick, that’s all. Make him think that maybe I’m torturing you, or something.”

“So, you are angry with him?” Carl asks, feeling like he was finally getting somewhere with this conversation. But you don’t answer, now focused on cleaning the blood from where the skin of your cheek had split, a place that would likely start bruising within a few minuets.

Carl wasn’t an idiot. He remembered earlier, when Negan had attempted to get Rick to cut his hand off, as a show of submission. He knew what would happen, he wasn’t stupid. The only way to control Rick was through him, his son. If Negan found out about this, he’d be the one to get hurt.

He was a little bit scared.

Then, you’re actually looking at Carl. Well, through the mirror, watching as he stands a few feet behind you, leaning against the wall. But it’s the first time you’ve really looked at him this whole time.

“Rick ever hit you?” You’re asking him, and Carl is shocked by the moment of civility. That critical, observational look in your gaze, like you’re actively trying to decipher any reaction.

“No, no,” Carl answers quickly, not wanting you to get the wrong idea, “No, my dad… he’d never do anything to hurt me. He’s not that type of person.”

You seem satisfied enough with this answer, pursing your lips and applying a band-aid over the little scrape. Though you say nothing, Carl accepts this as a rare moment of genuine concern for a peer. If he’d even consider you a peer… technically you held a lot more power than he did, which is maybe why the idea of you looking out for him was surprisingly comfortable.

After drying off your hands, you finally spin around to face Carl, leaning back on the porcelain basin.

“I’m not telling Negan that Rick punched me.” You say, both face and tone unfeeling, not giving away any sort of emotion or indication to what you’re truely thinking.

Then you approach Carl, and despite the unheated conversation, it’s the way you usually move. Slow, stalking. “However, I’ve gotta tell him something. So.. he can think that you punched me.”

Carl feels his throat tighten, shocked at the decision you’d somehow come to. “How is that any better?” He asks, trying not to flinch away as you come closer, your feet now almost touching.

“Negan won’t punish a kid for.. well, being a kid,” You reason with a shrug, “But he will punish Rick for acting like a child. And we both know exactly what he would do.”

It doesn’t take a genius to understand the insinuation. You are just as aware that Negan views Carl as a pawn, something used to control Rick and keep him in line. Whatever Rick does wrong, Carl would have to face the brunt of the punishment.

But before he can speak, you’re talking again.

“To make this believable, I will have to hit you.”

“What?” Carl does flinch back at this point, eyeing you like you’ve suddenly grown a second head.

“Okay, listen,” You interject, not wanting him to immediately clam up and scurry away, “Nobody would believe that I didn’t land anything on you. Especially if you knocked one of my teeth out. So, work with me here.”

It sounds absolutely insane. But, at the same time… it sounds pretty reasonable. It could be much worse, Carl decides, if the whole cutting off his arm thing was anything to go by.

So, he agrees.

“Fine.”

A grin spreads on your face, taking a small step backwards. You shift your stance slightly, preparing to make your mark on the boy. And, deep down, maybe you take a little satisfaction in being able to do this.

“Palm or fist?” You have the decency of asking him.

“Palm.” Carl answer’s immediately.

So, you do just that. It’s one swift slap across his cheekbone, the one not hidden by the bandage. It echoes through the empty room, leaving a stinging sensation on your open palm, and likely a worse one on his face.

“Jesus Christ,” He swears, holding a hand up to his cheek, cradling the red mark you’d just placed there, “That felt worse than a punch.”

You give him a firm pat on the shoulder, “You’ll be fine. It’s good to learn how to take a firm slap from a girl, you should get used to it.”

And with that, you’re collecting your bag once more, content with the fruits of your little mission. Carl is almost shocked at how easily you move on, and he’s sure that there is something deeper to your strange behaviour.

Not that it matters right now.

He hangs back a little, watching you leave the building before searching for an ice pack for his sore face.

Despite the fact that you’d hit him, Carl can’t help but feel a little better about the whole situation. In the end, you’d only done it to evade any sort of larger punishment. To avoid getting Carl seriously hurt. Which felt good to know, that you were capable of some form of rational thinking.

Hopefully next time he could continue to decipher whatever was going on in your head.

a/n: LOL this took me a few days! i hope you like it, i’m definitely happy that things are getting a little more interesting now. let me know what you think!!!

[bts-0t-7]

Moonlight Sanctuary | OT7

Pair: Werewolf OT7 x F Reader 

Summary: In a chase, you find a cottage in the midst of the woods. Barging in, you found seven men at your aid and you never expected things to turn out the way it did. But you were forever grateful for how it did.

Genre: Fluff, werewolf au, human reader

Chapter Warnings: Violence, abuse

You aren’t alone. If you ever need a helping hand, our fellow social services, friends, and family will always be there. If anybody is going to be insensitive on this topic on my blog, you will be blocked. Borahae💜 

WC: 2297

The moon hung low in the night sky as you ran in the opposite direction of your house. Well, your brother’s house. You had never considered it a home the moment things took a drastic turn after your parent’s death. A home is a place where one feels safe and secure but this is… this was no home. 

You had no sense of direction as you blasted through thick foliage and wet mud. The sky was dark and thunder boomed when you left but now it was pouring. Drenched from head to toe, you felt your anxiety rise as the sky darkened and your lungs collapsed. You paused at the foot of a tree, bending down to catch your breath. You had no idea where you were going. All you knew was that you needed to run. 

Run. Run. Run or they will catch you again. 

The air was still with your heavy breathing and loud splatters of rain when you heard rustling sounds. Suddenly blinded by the onslaught of light, you made out the rough shape of your bulky brother. Fearing for your life, you quickly stumbled up and ran again. You didn’t dare look back but you dared to look up. 

The moon was shining bright tonight, despite the darkness that was chasing you. It casted an ethereal glow over the dense forest and if you tilted your head just right, you could see little rainbows in the making. You ran through the trees, heart pounding against your chest. You didn’t know how far or how close you were to your brother and his gang. At the same time, you didn’t know where the fuck you were. You could just imagine being eaten up by some sort of nocturnal animal in here. 

“BITCH! Come back here! Who said you could run away, huh?”

You tried to pump your legs harder - to give you more strength. But you found yourself short of any sort of energy. You didn’t have dinner and it was during your break did you sneak past the back door and run away from them, hastily slipping on your clothes for some decency. You carried nothing with you - just you, underwear, and clothes - which is essentially whatever you were wearing. 

“Ey! I swear you’re going to get it from me when we catch you! FUCK, you’re done!”

The sound of your own harsh breathing drowned out the haunting echoes of your abusive brother’s threats. For years, you endured his cruelty,  but tonight - tonight you had enough. He sold your body. Sold your body to his friends. You had sobbed and begged with every last shred of dignity you had but they never listened. You didn’t know where you were going but you knew you couldn’t stay there any longer. 

You stumbled through the woods on clumsy feet, the darkness of the foliage seemed to close in around you. You tried to keep your anxiety at bay, knowing it would do you more harm than good if you started to panic. Branches clawed at the exposed skin of your feet, the ground beneath the flimsy slippers you hastily wore was uneven and treacherous the deeper you went. Fear gnawed at your insides and despair threatened to overtake you. Breathing harshly, you tried to keep yourself calm. 

Just as you thought that all hope was lost and you would have to be running forever or be caught, your attention focused on the soft glow of light emitting from a cottage house. Without thinking, you ran towards it and pulled against the handle, trying every one until you found an open door and slammed it shut behind you. 

Sliding onto the floor, you placed your head between your legs, breathing through your mouth. You were tired and bruised. You heard before you saw someone stand in front of you, shadow covering half of your hunched over body. Your breath caught as you slowly took in the sight before you. You were the centre of their attention, their eyes reflecting the silver light of the moon. You were sure you weren’t breathing. THese were the folklore of your little village - stories passed down by the elders from generation to generation. 

Werewolves. 

Nobody believed that there were such mystical beings living amongst you. But you were certain that they were exactly what you believed. These seven men that surrounded you brought around them an aura of power and grace. 

You could easily tell by the tall and commanding figure to your left that that was the leader of the pack. He stepped forward, gait slow and steady, approaching you as if you were a scared prey. But you were quite the opposite. As you looked at each of them, they surveyed you quietly. Looking at each of them in their eyes, you felt a connection deep in your blood - a spark of recognition of what belongs. 

“Are you in danger?” he asked, voice low and soothing. 

You nodded, voice trembling as you replied, “My - my brother, he and his friends, they - they -”

The door was suddenly banged open as you stumbled into the man’s hold. You felt a sense of protection and comfort you had never known when you were with them. They surrounded you again, this time, as a protection barrier between you and your brother. 

You curled deeper into yourself. 

Without hesitation, a man grabbed your cheeks and forced you to look at his smiling eyes. “Hey! My name is Jimin! What’s yours?”

“Y/N, come here now.” Your brother commanded. Shivering in your spot against Jimin’s body, you shook your head and rejected him. You didn’t want to. 

“Come here now or you will regret it.” You shook your head. You didn’t want to go back to the life you once had. If it was considered life. 

“Come here and I won’t kill these ‘men’. They are vicious monsters, you know that.”

Your head turned when you heard your name being called. “You are safe here. We won’t let anyone hurt you now.” You nodded and turned away from your brother, clinging onto Jimin’s shirt tightly. 

“It’s funny how you claim to care for your sister when you sold her off. It is funny how you think you would be able to hurt us.” The man with cat-like eyes formed into slits. He certainly looked more like a cat than a wolf.

“HAH!” Your brother laughed maniacally. “You are a bunch of monsters. Werewolves? Ridiculous! You are not wolves nor are you humans. Monsters is an appropriate word to use for paws.”

“Shall we let her choose then?” The man with a fluffy head of hair said. 

The silence that followed was deafening. The tension in the air was at its peak and both sides were ready for an attack. 

“Come now, Y/N. Let’s go home, I’ll get you some ice cream if you cooperate now.” Your brother held his hand out, palm facing up - placating. He didn’t want to lose his face in front of his friends and males who didn’t even know you. 

But you refused. Your head went to Jimin’s neck as you stood up, trying to hook a leg onto his waist. 

Keyword: trying. 

You were just too short for him. 

The man with fluffy hair chuckled lowly at your attempts. Quickly hooking a hand under your thighs, he lifted you up onto Jimin’s hip. As he left, going back to his spot, your hand shot out to hold him in place, accidentally pulling against his hair instead. Your hand quickly retracted and your head shot up. 

“I -”

He was quick to soothe you, one hand patting your thigh in a soothing rhythm while the other went to your untamed hair, softly stroking the back of your head. 

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, okay? You can do whatever you want with me.” You hesitantly pulled against the sleeve of his shirt. 

“Stay? Please?”

He nodded. “Of course, darling. I wouldn’t dare go anywhere.”

The rest of the males reformed themselves to ensure that the three of you in the centre were protected. 

“I think it is clear what her choice is. Now leave.” The pack leader commanded, voice strong with power. You saw your brother’s friend pull him along. 

“Fine! Die with these mutts around you, whore!”

The cat-wolf lunged for your brother when the pack leader pulled him back. 

The males remained in the formation only when they were certain your brother was far enough and they couldn’t smell him from the distance anymore. Only then did they relax their posture, slowly turning towards you with worried eyes. You were no longer shaking in Jimin and the fluffy hair’s hold but your scent was still sour with fear. 

They cautiously moved up the stairs to the living room where they sat down at the sofa. You turned your head to look at them. All seven males were foreign to you - as foreign as the way they made you feel safe and protected. 

“Should we… say names?” The man with a whole sleeve of tattoos asked, eyes big and filled with curiosity - just like a bunny’s, you thought. 

“I’m Namjoon.” The pack leader started. 

“Yoongi.” You finally had a name for the cat-wolf.

“Taehyung.” The fluffy head of hair appeared into your view again. “But I give you special permission to call me TaeTae!”

 You nodded. 

“I’m Seokjin but just Jin is okay, yeah?”

“Me! Me!” The bunny man hopped up. “I’m Jungkookie!”

“You can call me Hobi!” 

Oh that man was filled with sunshine, you could clearly see. 

“And I’m Jimin but you already know that, little one.”

You nodded. 

“Would you like to ask us anything?”

You shook your head then nodded again, pointing to Yoongi. “Cat-wolf. Cat. Meow-Meow.”

Jungkook burst out laughing from your left, igniting a round of laughter that filled the room and lifted the heavy atmosphere. 

“For you, you can call me whatever you want, darling.” Yoongi smiled, gums out as he looked at you with adoration. 

In that moment, you felt their strength and loyalty, their offering to you of a sanctuary - a refuge from the darkness you fought so hard from. From those that have haunted your life for so long. 

As time passed, you became part of their pack - a human amongst werewolves. They were patient in teaching you their traditions and customs, their code of honour and their ways. You learned that they were the protectors of the forest, guardians of the vulnerable, and that they are the core value of the balance of nature itself. 

Namjoon, with his kind eyes and strong presence, quickly became a source of your strength and guidance for you. His knowledge and wisdom never failed to keep you entertained. Although clumsy, this man was the foundation of his pack. 

Seokjin, with his unseriousness and constant care, he helped heal the wounds that your brother and his friends had inflicted upon you. He kept you steady as you grew, always ensuring to pull you up when you got down but bringing you down when you were too high up.

Yoongi, the car-wolf, with his gentle hands and calm nature became another one of your rocks. He never failed to teach you something new that day and he most certainly cooked one of the best foods you have ever tasted - rivalling Seokjin’s. 

Hobi, with his everlasting laughter and sunshine, was an easy person to be around as you healed from your wounds. He never fails to make you laugh. With him around, there was never a dull moment. 

Jimin, with his soft and calming nature, he unintentionally healed both your emotional and mental wounds. While Seokjin cared for your physical wounds, Jimin was always a talking buddy that helped you through understanding yourself and your worth. 

TaeTae, with his outgoing mischievous nature, the both of you were constantly creating something to be cleaned up. Hand-in-hand with Jungkookie, the three of you liked to run out and about, being everywhere. 

Jungkookie, with his curiosity and strength, the both of you were always causing mischief for the others. Like partners-in-crime, the both of you would be curious about everything and anything, so the both of you would always take it upon yourselves to figure out the answers. 

But you have also come to realise that the entire pack was more than just a pack - they were a family. Each of them had their own unique qualities and were a force to be reckoned with. Today was a full moon and under the light of the glowing orb, you discovered a love and acceptance that you had never known. Your past, with all its pain and suffering, seems to fade into the background when you are with them. Embracing the new chapter of your life, you ran forward with them, putting your full trust in the seven males you had learned to understand. 

With your heart and spirit soaring, you felt the exhilaration of the transformation, the wind against your fur, and the pure joy of being truly free. In these moments, you knew you had found your place - a home amongst those who have shown you the power of love, trust, and transformation. 

As you looked up the the moon, you couldn’t help but feel a huge wave of gratitude. The moon led you here today - to the sanctuary - a place where you were no longer a victim but a survivor; that you were no longer alone but in a place filled with love and acceptance. 

As you howled at the moon and cuddled amongst your pack, you came to realise that sometimes, safety and love are found in the most unexpected places. For instance, in a moonlit sanctuary of a werewolf pack that had become your everlasting family. 

[fiveredlights]

I saw you mentioned you liked kid fic and had bookmarks— do you have any reccs for maxiel kid fics?❤️❤️

do i ever!!!! one thing about me is that i will eat kid fics up, like i think i’ve read about all the tagged kid fics in the maxiel tag. i love seeing what names authors choose for their children and it just makes me happy. here's a couple and if you want more lmk!

listen to the slow parts by @nobrakesdown [T-7.2k]

Neither Max or Daniel are the one to find the baby. That honor belongs to Christian, and Christian alone.

a lil you, a lil me, a perfect being by 3_33 (@maxcuntstappen) [G-4.8k]

The three of them stand outside, looking at the entrance, August in the middle, clutching tightly onto Max and Daniel’s hands.

“Okay, I need you both to repeat after me.”

“Daniel, we already did this in the car. Can we please just go in?” Max asks, desperately, which only confirms to Daniel the need to remind all of them of the ground rules.

“Baby, please. We need to remember, okay? We are here to meet some new friends and play with them. It is okay if we don’t meet anybody we like. We can always come again. There is no need for us to be upset. Yeah?”

“Yes, Daddy,” August says and drops his hand to give Daniel a mock salute and Daniel really didn’t know he could love someone so much.

“Max,” Daniel implores, knowing that it is as important that his husband acknowledges the plan as much as their kid.

“Yes, yes, Daniel, okay,” Max rolls his eyes but nods in agreement.

“Okay, let’s do this,” Daniel says. The three of them walk in through the doors.

Or: Daniel and Max visit an animal shelter for their son, August's fourth birthday. Daniel is apprehensive. Max and August are vibrating out of their skin.

That's Where I Am by @flawlessassholes [E-47.8k-6/8]

“Her name is Emily,” Daniel says softly. Max’s eyes snap down to the baby, still sleeping on Daniel’s chest. It’s—she’s snoring a little. In that snuffly way that babies snore. “Short for Emilian.” His eyes snap back to Daniel’s face, so serious, and Max knows it’s a joke, of course, but he still opens his mouth to say— Then Daniel’s face breaks into that wide grin, the real one, the one Max hasn’t seen since. Well. In a while. It feels at once so familiar, and also like seeing something rise from the dead.

There’s a month between Melbourne and Baku. A month to convince Daniel to return to racing. A month to learn and relearn how to love. A month for everything to feel right amidst a season that has felt nothing but wrong. A month to create a family, and a month to maybe lose it all.

keep me in the open by Aurelia (Lily_Rizzy) (@lilyrizzy) [E-11.7k]

"Chrissy Baker sounds like a cunt,” Daniel says, then cringes at the pointed look his mum shoots him. “What? It’s not like they’re old enough to repeat that yet.”

Grace laughs, the sound audible now over Livia’s cries, which are quickly fading into miserable whimpers. Of course, she behaves for grandma, and not the dad who dotes on her endlessly, feeds her, cuddles her, and wipes her smelly ass.

“Three words, Daniel,” she says, eyebrows raised. “Cash, money, bitches.”

or, Daniel navigates bed times, bath times and jealousy, while Max races his last season in Formula One

summer sun after the rain by gentleau [T-11.7k]

“Papà? Is Max your friend?” “He used to be.”

then you came by beforemidnight [G-4.5k]

Daniel looks at Max swiftly but pointedly. Smiling, he looks back at the camera. “Marrying him was the easiest decision of my life.”

(don't let) the days go by citydreaming (@thewindowatkirkland) [M-11.3k]

“Hey” Daniel says “thanks for coming over.”

“Is now a good time? If you are busy I can come back later.”

“Now is fine, she’s already asleep so we should be able to talk without being interrupted.”

“Talk about how you have a daughter.”

Daniel bites his lip nervously “yeah, about that.”

OR: single dad daniel returns to the grid for one final year with red bull, max doesn’t plan on falling in love with him and his daughter, but somehow it happens anyway.

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Warnings: implied assault and sexual assault (no super detailed description, but this drabble references some traumatizing shit—please read with care), coercive control, frightening scenarios and imagery, Protective!Negan

You were already trembling before you stepped across the threshold and the sight of Negan and his bat did nothing to ease your panic.

"Dwight, um, said y—you wanted to see me?" you managed to squeak out.

Negan finished oiling Lucille and looked up at you. His expression was serious and you marked the lack of the usual cocky smirk with another electric jolt of panic. He eyed you carefully, standing and letting his hazel eyes linger over every bit of you. The bruise on the side of your face didn't go unnoticed, nor did the cut by your eyebrow. You gulped nervously. "Mopping? Is that the shit they've got you doing for points right now?" he asked, gesturing to the mop in your hand.

You only nodded and avoided his gaze. What the fuck was happening? Why were you here?

"For fuck's sake, you are worth way more than that. I really wish you'd take me up on my proposal," he said, almost vaguely, pacing toward you. He seemed to realize you were shaking and his brow furrowed. "Oh, fuck me. You probably think I'm about to do something horrible to you, don't you? Relax, doll. You aren't in trouble. Quite the opposite. Everybody always thinks being asked to come see the big bad wolf is a death sentence. Admittedly, nine times out of ten, they're right. But not you." Negan watched your expression muddy with confusion. "I heard something," he said, scratching at his beard thoughtfully, "from some of my men. And if it's true something needs to be fucking done about it."

You were still staring down at the floor and his finger curled under your chin and gently tilted it until you met his eyes again. "There we are," he said softly. "You've got beautiful eyes, doll. Don't hide those babies from anybody, especially not me." His finger left its place under your chin, but you held his gaze. "You want to tell me what happened two days ago out back?"

Your stomach dropped. "N—nothing. Nothing happened." Even as you answered, you could feel the way that man had grabbed you and pinned you against the fence with his body as you walked back from dropping a load of trash into the dumpster. You could feel his roaming hands and hear his careless laugh echoing in your head as you begged him to stop, as you tried to resist. The growls of walkers on the other side of the fence had slowly grown louder; danger behind you and danger in front. Just as their grasping fingers would almost have you, that man, the soldier, would rip you away and slam you back again further along the fence. You'd disconnected yourself from what had happened then—disassociated. If you hadn't, you would have thrown your body to the infected yourself.

"Really?" Negan's eyes searched yours. "Because you're shaking again," he said softly, his gaze darkening. "How did you get that bruise?" You didn't answer. "Listen to me—if what I heard happened, did happen, then somebody needs to fucking pay for it."

You opened your mouth to speak, but you couldn't get any of the words out for a long moment. Part of you wanted him to pay. Part of you wanted to watch Negan cave in his fucking head with his bat. Part of you had already imagined it. But the rest of you (despite your situation and despite this world) wasn't cruel, wasn't cold, and perhaps, stupidly even, didn't want the man to die that way for what he'd done. Pay? Yes. But die viciously in pure terror and guaranteed agony? No... maybe you were soft. Probably you were soft. "I don't know what you heard, I'm sorry. But—" you shook your head. "Nothing happened. I don't know what you're talking about."

But Negan wasn't buying it and he sighed heavily. "Please don't lie to me, doll. Because I'm pretty sure I already know exactly what the fuck happened. I just need confirmation from you before I deal out some violent justice." He lowered his voice to a near whisper. "What did he do to you? You don't even sound like you anymore."

Your wide eyes flooded suddenly with tears and you felt your body revolt against the lie you were trying to maintain. The best you could do was to not crumple to the floor and not sob aloud.

"Ah, shit," Negan swore. You were shocked when he pulled you in against him the next moment, pressing you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. "It's alright. It'll be alright. I'll take care of it. He's a fucking dead man walking..." You felt his hand smoothing over your hair, tucking you nearly into the crook of his neck and marveled at how strange it was to be offered comfort and safety by this man, who so often haunted your dreams. "Fuck, I'm so sorry. He's a fucking dead man." His teeth clenched and the muscle in his jaw twitched. The only thing left was to devise the man's brutal end. "You're done working for a while," Negan said, his voice strangely soft again. "Come with me and I'll get you settled safe up here for a while... Don't worry about a damn thing."

Prompt: "What did he do to you? You don't sound like you anymore."

[sagephilosophie]

❝ PERSONAL ❞

║Y. SHIO

➲ʙᴏꜱꜱ! ꜱʜɪ�� ʏᴏᴛꜱᴜʀᴜɢɪ x ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴀꜱꜱɪꜱᴛᴀɴᴛ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⊠ Tags ➢

NSFW AHEAD, Unprofessional workplace relations, Staged public humiliation, Secret relationships, Shio being a jerk at first, Office sex, Reader wears a skirt, Oral sex (f! Receiving), Orgasm denial, Missionary, "Sir" usage as a kink name, Tongue play, Vocal kink, Rough sex, No lube, Unprotected sex, breeding, Accidental Voyeurism.

⊠ Word count ➢ 1455

You stared dully from your office at the Yotsurugi meeting room, leaning on one hand.

Having lost count how many coffees you had so far to stay awake, the boredom was driving you insane, for his own unmentioned reasons, Shio didn't allow you to attend the meeting or help him in any way concerning it despite that being your job, now that you have already finished all your work there's nothing to do but sit still and wait until your shift ends.

There came a perfect chance to admire how charming the suited man was, if he wasn't surrounded by his siblings, you would have definitely surrendered to your desires and let him have his way with you.

You suddenly yelped when your half-awake eyes locked with the oldest Yotsurugi's behind the glass window and started acting like you were searching for a file to check.

To your horror, Shio reached for his office phone to dial you, oh... that is alarming, you answered the call reluctantly trying to overlook his piercing gaze, "...Yes, Sir?"

"Cappucino, please."

That was really close, "Of course."

His eyes followed you as you went to the coffee machine and out of his sight, he wasn't a patient man and the wait have always irritated him, so from your end you had to hurriedly enter the door and place his coffee right in front of him, "Here is your cappucino... sir."

He only glanced at you from the side not even thanking you, before taking the cup and spilling it all over your shirt, you screeched in pain at the burning sensation of the hot liquid, all his brothers' eyes turned to you and the humiliation you felt burned hotter.

"Do your job better."

"Sir-"

"You may leave now."

Feeling insulted, there was no point to even get yourself to look around and left the room tearing up, you made your way to the bathroom, thinking of what you might have possibly done while you try and clean your white shirt completely stained with coffee, doing nothing ? Bringing him his cappucino ? None if those reasons sounded valid, but you knew what you were getting yourself into ever since you started working for Shio, you knew he could be hot tempered despite his usual calmness, in fact you knew that better than anybody how quickly his personality changes.

You cried your eyes out in your moment of solitude, and even thought about not coming out nor face the man again, or at least avoid him until the sense of grievance wears off.

You followed your instincts to wait for some time before heading back to your office and took the chance to wipe your tears and wear a strong face again.

When the moment felt right you walked off down the hall and tried to ignore some of his brothers' stares leaving the meeting, when you opened the door you were faced with your boss sitting on your desk and hopping off it at the sight of you.

"Listen..."

"Don't even talk to me... do you have any idea how humiliating that even was, Shio ?"

"I know, my love, i'm sorry, but i had to."

"Had to what, embarrass me for no reason ?", You tried to pass him and take your bag but a rough grip on your wrist held you still.

"Just listen to me, my brothers were getting suspicious about us and i had to-"

"To prove you're serious about your position and capable of leading the Yotsurugi family, i know all about that...", you broke free from his hold, "But that doesn't concern me, you don't get to take your anger out on me!!! Because i heard all that everyone ever speak of lately, THAT SHIO YOTSURUGI WAS REPLACED BY HIS LITTLE BROTHER AS THE FIRST BO-"

A hand ruthlessly covered your mouth and throw you against the glass before you could finish speaking, "How dare you... do you even know who you're talking to... just because i fuck you doesn't mean you get to bring up something this personal!!!!"

His breathing got rigged and his glare turned dark at the nerve you just striked, you, in the other hand, were like a deer in the headlight, and couldn't even break the eye contact, slowly his hand fell down and changed orientation to your hips bringing you closer to him.

"Shio..."

"You know what i like to be called."

"Sir...", you heard a hum of approval at that as he began kissing your neck, "...i don't think we should do it here."

"We always do it here."

"But not this time, all your siblings are...a-ah... in the building, what if they... ah- come back...", the heat was getting to your head and was making you give up to his touch.

"Don't think of them, sweetheart, think of me.", when did he even open up your shirt, or lay you on top of your desk ? You only realised what was going on as he left hickies going down from your exposed chest to your lower waist, "Mmmh sir~"

"Keep moaning for me like that."

Every touch from him was pleasurable and left you wanting more, he reached underneath your pencil skirt taking off your underwear, his lips was still exploring your chest, meanwhile, you were clenching his hair tightly as he was getting dangerously low.

Your skirt arose and the sudden breeze sent a shiver down your spine, there wasn't enough time given for adjustment befire being hit with another sensation, one of Shio's cold lips against your vagina's.

"Hnngg~"

The first lick got you squirming in your place, the second had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and he just kept eating you out like a thirsty man, you couldn't suppress the sounds coming out simultaneously with his rhythmical mouth.

"S-S-Sirrr~ a-ah-ahh~", that sweet spot getting stimulated with his skilled tounge did what no sex toy ever could at the thought of him, your back arched, your legs quivering, and your tears forming, all loudly and clearly announced your orgasm.

Until Shio decided to pull his face away at the decisive moment, and remarked before you get to say a word, "You're not coming anywhere but on my cock."

His words followed with unbuckling noises of his belt, your eyes fell right to his boxers while he was about to free his massive member out.

A veiny 8-incher stood erect and throbbing before you, positioned in front of your hole without delay after its release, you swallowed your own saliva as if that thing haven't stretched you out on your lunch breaks and when he calls you for a top secret meeting, but you sensed this time was different since he usually arranges your "private sessions" during his horny hours, not as a stress relief from a personal matter like that day.

The forceful push oh his tip inside your hole proved you right, a thought came to your head that perhaps it was the lack of proper lubrication that's making the difference, but no more thoughts existed the more he squeezed himself in, your own arousal fluids helped soothe the path for him to get in all the way, he didn't care much for foreplay any further and began moving at a brutal pace.

The image of you two laying on your desk with everything knocked off of it for a quick and easy missionary, contradicted the one his siblings took of you two earlier that day from the coffee incident, and if one of them decided to come back due to the pornographic sounds you were making, there will be no way to explain it.

Shio's skin kept slamming into your heated one at an animalistical speed for god knows how long; your legs were getting sore and your face dried up from the tears running down from it, you held his collar tightly and brought him into your lips to tounge him into his edge.

You had no idea how, but he somehow managed to get faster, his scrunched up expression and sweaty palm were a visible threat for a close release; your confiscated one was reaching out too.

You felt the white painting your insides, with yours following not so long after, it was only then that you felt the suffocating weight on top of you, breathing heavily.

The brawn body backed away from you and he pulled his pants back up, "I will tell them the truth once i get my rightful place back, i promise."

You stared at him, completely worn out, then faced the light peeking in with a shadow hiding behind it, "No need, i left the door open..."

@sagephilosophie

[blacklesbothatlovestowrite]

You and Me

Shuri x fem reader, Riri x fem reader

Summary: You're tired of being Shuri's fun girl and decide to cut her loose for her best friend. A girl that shows you how you should really be treated.

Don't listen to what people say bout you and me...

"I will never be enough for you, just say it!" You screamed, you couldn't believe this was where you were. You'd spent a whole year chasing Shuri, being supportive, holding her down, being understanding, being patient.

"Why must you always do this when I go back?" Shuri sighed, as she sat on the edge of the bed and bent to pull her sneakers on.

"Always?" You scoffed. Was she serious? When had you ever been honest and open with her about your needs and wants? The most you'd done was ask her to visit more or call more and apparently that was too much.

"Yes! Texting, Calling, Emailing, you're too needy. The whole point of this was fun. No strings attached." Shuri hissed, she was annoyed with just how much attention you needed.

"No strings attached but you come here like a little bitch every fucking month to see me?" You reminded her. She constantly was off doing her own thing, yet whenever she felt lonely you were all of a sudden a priority.

"Who's a little bitch Y/n?" She demanded, getting up and stalking towards you. She towered over you, her face the picture of anger.

"You!" You repeated. You weren't backing down for anybody. She had already trampled on your feelings, she wasn't about to check you.

"Careful, My love." She chuckled darkly. Her eyes held a look of contempt that made you feel smaller than you already were.

You opened your mouth to say something then paused to take a deep breath. You needed to say everything you'd planned on saying prior to her visit. You despised the fact that she was able to melt your thoughts away with one look let alone a touch.

She'd come and right when you wanted to get on her about her bullshit, she picked you up, and fucked you against the wall before carrying you to your bed.

"It doesn't matter what I have to say. You don't care. You never will." You snort, tears forming in your eyes. "Goodbye, Shuri."

"Are you done.?" She shook her head.

"Get out. And do me the favor of pretending like I don't exist like you normally do but make it permanent." You said, brushing by her and heading for your bathroom. You didn't have the strength to watch her leave.

The moment your front door slammed you let the tears fall that you'd been holding onto. The urge to run after her and beg her to come back, to love you, to give a fuck was strong but you knew she would never care for you the way you deserved.

You thought back to all the videos you'd seen on social media of her with other girls, her partying all the time and being irresponsible.

The more you thought of her antics, and the constant disrespect and disregard she'd shown you the angrier you became. You took several deep breaths to calm yourself. Crying wouldn't do anything for you. You'd spent months crying.

You decided karma was better. If Shuri wanted to play with your emotions and act like you were insignificant, you would show her. You were going to mirror her actions but take it further so it hit harder.

Wanna come over? - Y/n

You sent the text quickly, a response coming through as quickly as the text was received. You took a quick shower, washed you face and pulled your locs into a messy bun before cleaning up your bed. You'd just changed the sheets before you heard the sound of your front door opening.

She had a key. You'd given it to her so she could come over whenever she pleased. Having met her through Shuri, the two of you quickly became friends. You saw more of her then you'd seen Shuri which was saying something considering they 'worked' together.

"What's good, mama?" She greeted, as you walked out into your living room to see her chilling on your sofa. There was food and drinks on the coffee table.

"Nothing. Your little buddy just left." You said to be petty. You moved to sit beside her.

"Shuri is taller than me, older than me and stronger than me. There ain't nothing little about that woman." Riri scoffed, incredulously.

"Shut up and feed me." You ordered, staring her down. She rolled her eyes before opening the pizza box and feeding you a slice.

"You're more than capable of feeding yourself." She pointed out even though she still gave in. At times you wondered why you hadn't met her first. She was always there for you no matter what.

She babies you, spoils you, makes herself available for you to rant without trying to defend Shuri, comforts you. At times you fantasized about being with her instead of Shuri but because you loved Shuri and wanted things to get better and knew that Riri was Shuri's only friend you tried to pretend things were working.

If you were being honest you put up with a lot of Shuri's bullshit because of Riri. She came with Shuri and you feared that you'd lose her if you cut Shuri loose or if you tried to pursue her. She was loyal to a fault, she would never purposely betray anyone she cared about.

"So I take it you and Shuri are still disconnected?" Riri questioned, she knew all about your issues with Shuri. Though she never gave an opinion on anything it was clear as day in her eyes that she didn't approve.

"Completely disconnected. We're done." You shrugged, as you leaned over to grab your drink and sip it.

"Done?" It's almost like she doesn't believe the words that have left your mouth.

"Done, finished, never happening again, Over--"

"Ok, I get it." Riri muttered, cutting you off. She watched you through conflicted eyes. This wasn't what she'd anticipated when she got your text. She was sure you'd need someone to vent to, never did she think you'd actually stop messing with Shuri.

"How do you feel about that?" She wondered, clearing her throat as she avoided your eyes.

"Free." Is all you said. You had decided no more tears, no more thought was going into Shuri. Your best revenge was moving on, completely ignoring her existence. That would hit harder than anything you could say or do to spite her.

"What changed for you?"

"I realized that I care about someone else more than I did her and that I deserved better, more." You explained. Your throat felt tight as you spoke. "I stayed with Shuri for so long because she was the easier option, being hurt by her was easier than admitting what I really wanted that had the potential to blow up in my face."

"What do you want?" Riri looked at you, her face stoic. She wasn't sure how to feel, to know you'd been with Shuri and took all that disrespect was crazy. And then to hear you liked someone else...

"You..."

"Y/n..." Riri's eyes widened. Surely you hadn't just said her.

"I could never be happy with Shuri. You made that clear to me from day one. You put me first, you check on me, you're always there when I need you, You show me just how high the bar is set." You tried to convince her. You needed her to understand.

"Shuri is my best friend." Riri sighed. "I'm the only person she has left to count on besides her brother's girlfriend and child."

"Tell me you don't feel anything for me then..." You plead. You knew she couldn't. Her actions spoke louder than her words.

"I have love for you y/n, who wouldn't. You're a great friend and an amazing person..." She didn't believe the words she was saying despite her effort of trying to make you believe them.

You felt angry, you knew she was lying. She cared about you more than she was admitting. There's no way she'd do so much, be around so much if she didn't.

"So you don't care that before I called you here, Shuri fucked me senseless?" As the words came out, you felt guilty at the look on her face.

Riri swallowed. She didn't like thinking about the fact that Shuri was able to touch you in ways she couldn't. That she was able to have you any way she wanted. She knew she had no right to feel that way, just having those thoughts was fucked up.

"That I let her fuck me like a whore. That she made all my self respect go out the window the moment she touched me?" You provoked her, wanting her to admit that she liked you. Wanting her to put what she wanted first over her friend who clearly didn't give a fuck about anyone but herself.

"Y/n." She snapped. You'd never heard her say your name like that. That tone had you crossing your legs and swallowing hard.

"Do you think Shuri gives a fuck about you enough to not go after someone you used to deal with let alone someone you were currently with?" You continued. "Weren't you the one that said she only reached out whenever she was lonely, that her friendship was hard to maintain at times because she pushed everyone away the moment things got too overwhelming?"

"Stop it." Riri groaned. She couldn't afford to think like this. The last thing she needed was to be Shuri's enemy, they were friends, they worked together often AND she belonged to a powerful nation while allied to yet another powerful nation.

You decided to act on instinct and pulled the oversized shirt over your head and slide off your panties. You watched as Riri's eyes nearly bulged out of her head. You knew your body was attractive, you had a natural body with curves and stretch marks.

You straddled her lap and watched as she quickly tucked her hands underneath her. You could tell she was trying to keep her composure.

"Don't you want me?" You pouted, your lips trailing her jawline.

"Y/n, please." She pleaded.

"I want you..." You whined, sticking out your tongue and licking along her jawline to her ear and sucking the lobe into your mouth. She shivers underneath you and her breath hitched.

"Do you really not want me?" You continued pushing her. You could feel your wetness slicking your thighs and you ground your hips into her.

"Fuck!" She hisses when you take her hand and slide it against your soaked pussy. She makes a strange sound as she feels just how much you want her.

"Maybe I need to call Shuri back if you don't know what to do with me...." You act like you're pulling away and something snaps in Riri.

She grasps your throat in her hands and pulls you so close your lips are touching.

"If being fucked like you're nothing and left is what you want you can call Shuri and play the childish, toxic ass games ya'll be playing." Her words make you feel small. "If you want someone who will worship you and treat you like the princess you are, then stop the bullshit."

You stare at her unsure of what to say to that. Shuri would have fucked the stubbornness out of you, she'd of made you eat your words.

"Now since you're so dead set on being with me. I'm taking you out. You're not going to just throw pussy my way." Riri made you feel like a school girl with a crush. You could feel heat rising in your face as you fought to keep the smile that wanted to show away.

"I.."

"You've done enough talking." Riri cuts you off. She reaches for your top that you threw off and placed it back over your head.

"Rest up, I have plans for your stubborn ass." Riri demands, and you move off her lap and head to your bedroom with her following.

[imashoe69420]

Can I request a shy Leo x shy male reader, where they both have a nice sleep over together alone, and then the reader timidly asks Leo what kissing feels like, and Leo says that he doesn't since he never kissed anyone or know how to kiss, and the reader say the same. So Leo nervously asks if they could try it together, and the reader agrees, and they both bashfully try it together at the same time on 3?

The reader is Puerto Rican

Happy Pride everybody!!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

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★彡 On Three ★ 彡

Rise!Leo X Shy!Male!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Relationship: Romantic

Timeline: Post-Movie

Pronouns: Masculine (he/him)

Warnings ⚠️: Language

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One thing you weren’t known for was being up front with your thoughts and emotions. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust anybody, it was just the second you would open your mouth, nothing would come out. Or someone would talk over you, which always annoyed you.

That being said, you never had many close friends until you met Leo. For once, you’d found a person that had identical interests as you and would hyper-fixate on such topics the same way you did.

On top of this, the both of you weren’t inclined to make many friends; for different reasons, of course. But this only brought you closer to each other.

After a few months of hanging out, you noticed a change in your relationship with the blue clad turtle.

When he would come over to your apartment, he would bring gifts such as food or a new issue of your favorite comic. Leo would adamantly listen when you would speak, but you often questioned if he was really listening, or just admiring your visage. You didn’t mind it, but the question was always in the back of your head.

Aside from the gifts, the turtle would often brush up against you or place his hand right beside your own. If you pointed it out, he would automatically shrink away and try to deny his attempt at the intimate gesture while stuttering and blushing furiously.

In all honestly, you thought his little blatant attempts were adorable, frequently laughing at his embarrassment. You yourself had been questioning not only your attraction to him, but your sexuality as well.

You’d only had a girlfriend or female interests. The only guy you’d ever liked was a celebrity that was absolutely ripped. It would be fair to say that you were questioning.

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It wasn’t long after the sun officially set when you heard a familiar tapping at your window. When you entered your living room from the kitchen, you saw a smug Leonardo playfully wiggling his factitious eyebrows at you.

You couldn’t hide the redness of your cheeks, instead opting to quickly open the window and scurrying into the kitchen to continue cooking.

Before you could even say hello, Leo had a quip about how good your cooking smelled.

“Yeah, they’re Empanadillas. Most people call them empanadas. Same thing.” You clarified. “You want some?”

He nodded, approaching the beef filling sizzling in its pan. “I’m sure anything you cook will amaze my tastebuds, (Y/N).”

Your heart betrayed you as it gained speed at his compliment, causing your face to be even more red. “I-I wanted to make the dough from scratch but I didn’t want to ask the workers where the corn oil was so…” your words trailed off as you admitted that. Being shy sometimes felt like your greatest curse.

Leo chuckled. “It’s alright! I’m sure it’ll taste the same.”

You knew he was just being kind, but you’d had authentic Empanadillas when you went to visit your grandmother in Puerto Rico every spring. The ones you were making could never measure up to your abuela’s.

Soon, you finished cooking and offered Leo one of them. To say he was absolutely in love would be an understatement. You only ended up having two or three while the blue clad turtle downed about six of them without getting up for air. In your culture, food was a way to express your love for people, so the fact that he was thoroughly enjoying your food warmed your heart despite only having a few of them yourself.

After the meal, you played an obscure romantic comedy in the background as the two of you talked about a recent episode of a show you’d been watching.

You eventually started to pay more attention to the movie as Leo tried to find the name of an actor from the show on his phone. The two main characters kissed briefly before continuing their conversation. This sparked a question in your mind for Leo.

“Hey, Lee?” You said barely audibly.

He gazed up at you with a curious expression, causing you to immediately backtrack.

“No, tell me. What’s up?” Leo smiled.

“I-I… well… no, it’s stupid.”

Leo laughed as he took hold of your hand in a friendly gesture, giving it a light squeeze. That was another thing he would often do. “See, now I have to know.”

You hesitated. “I… have you… well, probably not, but… have you ever… kissed anybody?”

The turtle nearly choked on his own spit, which only made you more embarrassed.

His face man act soon returned, though. “You see, not everybody can appreciate good looks such as this.” Leo waved a hand in front of his face, that iconic smirk plastered on his face. “So that’s unfortunately on the back burner. How about you?”

You shrugged pathetically. “I had a girlfriend in middle school, but that doesn’t really count. And we never kissed.”

Noticing his face suddenly fall, you subtly clarified that you were questioning your sexuality. Leo perked back up in no time.

After a few seconds of silence as the movie’s credits rolled, he came up with a unique proposition.

“Y’know… we could try.”

Your eyes practically bugged out from your head. “W-what?”

The turtle raised his three-fingered hands in defense. “We don’t have to! I-I mean, I was just… offering?”

More silence fell over the two as they stared at each other. You began laughing at the awkward exchange.

“I-I mean… I’m down for… whatever.” You said bashfully.

Leonardo exhaled in relief. “Should we, like… do it on three?”

The duo chuckled before you leaned in closer toward his face.

“Ok, on me. One, two… three.”

Leo was the first to close the space between the two of you. It was only for a second, though; a peck. When you parted, admiration was laced in the blue turtle’s features. He came back again.

Then again for a little longer.

Then again long enough to the point where you subconsciously maneuvered to sit in his lap.

After a minute or so, you and Leo parted. He exhaled a laugh.

“What’s so funny?” You teased.

“Nothing… I just think I like kissing you.” The turtle revealed shyly.

The corner of your lips pulled up into a smile; a real genuine smile.

“I think I like kissing you, too.”

[zzzleepy]

HOSTAGE : ticci toby one-shot

notes: i wrote this at work while bored, it’s so stinky and short. BUT ENJOY

cw: swearing, stockholm syndrome (?)

You and Toby stayed in a small house miles from anybody. Truth is, Toby stayed there and you were his “guest”.

Toby kept you in a bland room, there was a window with a view of dark trees, a small closet that held nothing, a bed of dust, a wooden chair, and you, with rope around your limbs to keep you from moving.

Minutes passed like years, you had nothing else to do but imagine a better life for yourself. A life where you hadn’t been taken by a man and forced to be his pet. Toby never harmed you, he’d talk to you about his life. Something about that situation was incredibly sad for both parties. You realized early-on that Toby just wanted a friend but his perception of friendships was skewed, that’s why you’re tied up.

You lowered your head until deep footsteps sounded from down the hallway. You sighed, Toby’s back and wants to see you. This part was important, you weren’t allowed to comment on his stories, you could only nod your head or listen to him in still silence. The door to your room carefully opened and Toby peeked his head inside.

“Hey.”

Why did he always talk so casually as if you’re not a hostage? He should’ve killed you by now and in some odd way you felt that today was the day.

Toby pulled up a chair to sit in front of you. His hair is matted and messy, his eyes are sunken in and show no emotion, his clothes are bloody and mudded, his mouth guard is hung around his neck and his cheek scar is disturbingly distracting.

“How are you?” He smiled wide with a small chuckle.

You stared at him in disbelief. Is he serious? He never asks you questions. Does he expect you to reply? He just watched you, looking at you with that damn smile.

“Come on. Speak.” His stern tone made you shake.

“I’m fine.” You stuttered out. That’s the first time in months that you’ve spoken. Your voice was hoarse and sounded unknown to you. The silence was thick and your breaths were heavy. He just looked at you.

“Okay. Good.” He never took his eyes off of you. You felt like a lab animal in his presence. He could do anything to you and no one would know. Does anyone know you’re here? Does anyone care?

“I always wonder what you’re thinking.” His smile fell.

“Honestly, I’ve been thinking about you a lot recently. I couldn’t fucking focus on my kill earlier, you were the only thing on my mind.” He ran his hands through his hair with a groan. The frustration lingering on him was intense, it filled the air around you. You were afraid to make your presence known, but you were fighting off the urge to speak.

“You’re terrified of me and I think I love you. How fucked is that?” He laughed loudly. You shrunk, you wanted so badly to run. Your breaths quickened and his words echoed in your head. What the fuck is he talking about? Is this some sick joke?

“I’m being serious, you know?” His eyes met yours and his voice softened. He must’ve taken notice of your panicked state. You quickly looked down at your legs and felt heat rush to your cheeks. This had to be the most fucked situation ever. What kind of kidnapper falls in love with their hostage?

In the middle of thought, you felt a gentle touch on your chin. Toby carefully guided your view up to look at him. Your eyes studied Toby carefully. This was the first time you’d take notice of his freckles, his cracked lips, the scars that decorated his face, and his deep brown eyes. Right now, he looked at you with a certain softness.

“No.” You croaked. You squirmed against the rope.

“What?” He looked at you blankly. You couldn’t find emotion in him. Anger? Dejection?

“Toby, no. This isn’t right.” You stared so far into his eyes, you could fall. A certain heat started to rise in you, maybe it began from the frustration you felt of being locked in a serial killer’s house for months. You wanted him to know how you felt.

“You can’t kidnap me, tie me up then leave me to rot inside of a room for months! Then to come to me and tell me you love me? What kind of sick weirdo are you?” You breathed, deep. Toby just looked at you with big eyes. It felt good to talk and even better to tell Toby off.

Toby furrowed his thick brows, he was clearly thinking about something. You tilted your head in confusion. You knew barely anything about this guy, he could be thinking of how to kill you right now. You looked down at your legs again, but this time you were readying yourself for death. Toby quickly put a hand out to cup your cheek and tilt your head up. In a matter of seconds, Toby leaned in and his lips found yours. Nothing about this was right but it didn’t feel wrong. You slowly leaned into the kiss until Toby pulled away.

“Forgive me. Please.” Toby finally spoke. His apology was demanding.

[l0velylecter]

you're not my homeland anymore (so what am I defending now?) — phillip graves x afab!reader

THERE'S SOMETHING INTIMATE IN THE WAY HE POISONS YOU: even with his hand around your throat, fingers slowly constricting, you can't seem to fight him. A snake trying to subdue its victims, Phillip dragged his thumb lazily across the column of your neck to check your pulse — eyes flickering to the rise and fall of your chest. He was ready to devour you, sneering because he knew you'd let him.

summary : After his betrayal in Las Almas, as Shadow Company’s Quartermaster, you were left behind to clean up after Grave’s mess. It’s not easy to pick up the pieces of the life he shattered, but it’s even harder to heal when he keeps coming back to undo the stitches. pairing : phillip graves / afab!reader fandom : call of duty modern warfare ii rating : e for explicit, minors don’t interact (mdni!), not safe for work (nsfw!) warnings : descriptions of violence, cursing, descriptions of sex tags : afab!reader, female parts, some plot, somewhat toxic/unhealthy relationship, manipulation, mild backstory for reader, choking, he’s a red flag but red is my favorite color, reader has a ‘i can fix him’ mentality so read at your own discretion, rough sex, angry sex, edging. word count : 2k note : font is normal sized under the cut ! song used for inspiration : exile, taylor swift

01| Twenty minutes is the fastest recorded time of death caused by snake venom, not a second less, not a second later. And twenty minutes is all it took for Phillip to betray you. Your hands were trembling around the monitor while he aimed his rifle at Soap. Knocking a stack of papers in the process, your fingers flew across the keyboard to call for help — Laswell, Price, Garrick, anybody: you were desperate, choking in your guilt as a bullet struck the sergeant. With tears streaming down your face, you screamed into the comms, begging for him to cease fire. The analog clock beeped. Eleven minutes. Then without warning, the noise disappeared, leaving you to listen to the harsh rain against the pavement.

You slumped against your seat.

" Phillip...what have you done?"

Fifteen minutes. After a few seconds, his voice emerged, distant and faraway, distorted by the static.

" It's nothing personal, baby. It's just business." He chuckled. Your face crumbled at the airiness of his tone, bile rising in the back of your mouth as you imagined the smell of blood.

Seventeen minutes.

"I'll see you soon."

The silence that followed was almost deafening, echoing throughout the room. Phillip cut off all communications: ripping the camera from his chest before crushing it under his heel. The sharp ring of the mic's feedback made you rip your receiver out. Nineteen minutes. You caught your reflection against the monitor's dark screen. Even with the blood tricking down your earlobe, you couldn't move.

When they brought you in for questioning, they found you doubled over the table: earpiece dangling weakly from your palm. They needed to take note of the time. They said it was protocol. Twenty Minutes. You tell them as they cuff your wrists. Not a second less, not a second later.

02| The court proceedings ended in autumn. It took months before all charges were dropped: compliance, conspiracy, tampering of evidence — just like that, 'treason' was no longer in your record. One final act of mercy they gave you before cutting you loose, knowing that it was easier to sweep their fuck up under the rug this way. You rewind the tape from your interrogations, closing the blinds shut.

" And what was your affiliation with Phillip Graves?"

Crossing your legs on the couch, you pulled the laptop closer. The audio was muffled, bleeding static: a consequence of the metal walls which surrounded the scene that unfolded.

" I worked for Shadow Company.” You replied in the footage, “ I was his quartermaster."

Your interrogators shared a look. His. Not theirs. The needle of the polygraph jerked sideways. Suspicious. Compliant. You cleared your throat, opening your mouth to rephrase.

" I worked in logistics. Mortuary Affairs, subsistences. I distribute materials and brief them on satellite-based imagines. I knew nothing about the missiles or conspiring with Shepherd."

" How could that be?" The man on the right crossed his legs, arms folded around his chest.

Ink continued to glide across the graph paper.

" Evidence showed that you were...intimate with the commander."

Feeling scrutinised, you scoffed. 

" What does that have to do with anything?"

" It has to do with everything. Surely, you understand how it makes it difficult for us to believe you were completely in the dark when you and Graves were so...close. Do you deny it?"

Blinking in disbelief, you slumped against your chair. For a brief second, you felt it. All of it. The weight of his arms around your waist. His fingers down your back. You thought of the moon and how his eyes melt into silver under its light. You hear his laugh when you fail to flip the egg against the pan. The scars littered down his spine as he lays next to you. Patchouli and sandalwood crowd the bathroom as you smear your fingers with his aftershave. The gunshots as they cut through the downpour.

The graph wavered. " Do you deny it?" They repeated.

You inhaled deeply, wiping your face with your palm. 

 " No. I don't."

The curves on the paper thinned into a vertical line. The men scribbled into their notebooks, gesturing to the cup of coffee they had given you. You tell them it's gone cold and stale. And under the yellow lamplight, the officer on the right stared at you almost apologetically — noticing how you’ve been staring at the printed picture of Graves strewn across the table.

“ And whose fault is that?”

That night you deleted all the files on your laptop before unplugging the USB, contemplating whether to flush gigabytes worth of confidential information: videos, pictures, documents down the toilet.

You ended up leaving it above the bedside table.

03| You used to like how warm Phillip's hands were. The weight of each finger pressed against your palm will usually shut you up from complaining about the cold. You've memorized every inch of his skin, the roughness and weight, too familiar to miss. Which is why you didn't need to raise your head to know it was him standing behind you: hand across your mouth. 

" It's been a while."

He maneuvered you against the hallway, slamming you with his arm across your waist. When you struggled, he only tightened his grip, lips ghosting against the junction of your jaw and neck. Shhh, he cooed, and you obeyed.

You hated yourself for complying. Noticing this, he let out a small chuckle — lowering the palm across your face down your chin to tilt your head upward, ignoring the small thud your skull made with the hard surface. 

" Did you miss me?"

You searched his eyes: cobalt blue, ocean-strong. They shined under the half-light pouring through the window.

Recoiling at his voice, your words were barely above a whisper, " How could you? You fucking snake."

He skimmed your cheek with his thumb. Once. Twice — Smiling at you as if you were having a regular conversation.

" We all need to shed our skin, baby. It's part of the food chain."

There's something intimate in the way he poisons you: even with his hand around your throat, fingers slowly constricting, you can't seem to fight him. A serpent trying to subdue its victims, Phillip dragged his thumb lazily across the column of your neck to check your pulse — eyes flickering to the rise and fall of your chest. He was ready to devour you, sneering because he knew you'd let him.

" You used me, Phillip. And you want to justify that by calling me weak? " You gave him a rough push, struggling against his grip. " I trusted you." "And whose fault was that?" Your breath hitched, heart heavy against the pit of your stomach. “ So was it all a lie then ?” His expression faltered. “ Not all of it.” “ Bullshit,” You spat, “ If you really did care then why didn’t you take me with you ? And what are you doing in my house ? What do you want ?” He laughed, teeth bared and head thrown back as if you’d just tell him a funny joke, before taking your mouth in a hard, biting kiss.

You startled, hands automatically flying to grip his tactical vest to kiss him back. Ashamed at how the response was almost automatic, you tried to break away.

“ I left you?” He fumed, “You think I abandoned you ?”

Phillip pulled you against his chest, breath ghosting against your lashes, “ Last time I checked, you were the one who got too fucking comfortable with one-four-one. Weren’t you the one who wanted to transfer units ?” 

You reeled at his aggressiveness, letting his tongue push into your mouth : hands tight around your body.  “ That letter to HQ was supposed to be confidential.” You reasoned, pulling away for air, “ And I wanted us, you and me, to transfer. Shepherd’s using you ! He’s going to sink your company and you’re going down with it !” He slammed a fist against the wall right above your head, the loud noise rolling down the empty space. Phillip growled, leaning down for your mouth. His hand hoisted your face up, teeth tugging at your bottom lip : forceful, all-consuming.  “ You’re a hypocrite, you know that? Spewing all this righteous horseshit when your hands are just as red as mine.”  “ What do you want, Phillip?” You sobbed, eyes screwed shut to stop the tears squeezing their way out. Your cry was silent, almost soundless. 

He loosened his hold, boots squeaking against the floor as he took a few steps back. You could have used this opportunity to make a run for it. To escape, to leave. Phillip was giving you a choice. Always, he gives you a chance to leave. But you never do. Instead, you submit yourself to this want, this need.

His hands were warm and familiar, running down your body, scooping you up, carrying you toward the bedroom.

His hands set you on fire, and you'd let him burn you.

04| The heat was blanketing your back, licking up your spine, sucking on your earlobe. His cock, driving in and out of you. Phillip pulled your hips up a little higher, and the change in angle dialed it up even more. White spots flaring in your vision —

“ It’s too much,” You sighed, and it sounded suspiciously like a sob, muffled by the pillow underneath. 

Your knees were trembling, struggling to support you. And you would have collapsed if he didn’t hoist you up against his hips. His pace was ruthless, hungry. 

And when your arms buckled as you relinquished control, boneless and submerged under the shudder of lightning-hot fire sweeping through you, body strung tight and just on the edge, Phillip suddenly stilled.

You tightened around him, begging him to move.

“ Please,” You whined, “ Phillip, please.” You can sense him watching you claw the blankets underneath, the cold surface of the fabric relieving you of your fever. You tried to wiggle yourself against him, but he had a vice grip on your hips to restrain you. The stillness was almost as painful as the lack of friction.

Without warning, he turned and lifted you to sit astride him, hands holding you against his chest to guide you down onto his cock. You nearly screamed as he set up a new rhythm, fucking you deep, making you take all of him. You clenched around him each time he pulled you up to drop you back down, feeling so full. Past your lips was a high, helpless noise as liquid, molten heat spread inside you, shaking every muscle. When you tried to hide it by biting into his shoulder, Phillip roughly pried you away: hands gripping your chin to look at him in the eyes.

“Look at me,” He commanded, anchoring you.

Your nails left trails of red, crescent moon against his back, orgasm within reach again. You were whispering into his neck, babbling nonsense as everything goes tense and bright — and suddenly you were hit with the feel of your breast against his ribs, the cologne you got him for his birthday mingling with the smell of sweat and sex, his heartbeat racing against yours.

Phillip groaned, voice husky and low as he cursed, hips stuttering to come inside you with desperate, shuddering pulses. 

And when you tip to the side and he guides you under the blankets, hands slack around your waist, you asked him again if it was all a lie. You were being lulled to sleep by the exhaustion when you feel a weight against your mouth, a phantom kiss, ghosting against your lips.

05 | Maybe you dreamt it. Maybe you didn’t. 

But the next morning, the space beside you was empty. Left with nothing but the imprint of his body against the sheets, your arms and legs ached in protest, as a slow, dull ache took root inside your chest. 

The USB by the table side was nowhere to be found. 

a/n : first fic after two days, and first fic of 2023 ! What a way to start the year : angsty, angry sex with phillip graves 🤭 i made him so toxic here but dw i know deep down he’s not always like this ( maybe i’m the silly little reader with the ‘ i can fix him’ mindset ) i hope you all enjoy this ! <3 

for graves fuckers : @cowboybxtch , @nfr89s​ , @kenobisjedi​ & more ! 🥴🥂