#and then when dream us realized we weren't going to be seated before they closed for the day we left and walked home

[audiovisualrecall]

Hm keep having the same...Dream? Nightmare? Anyway maybe I should take it as a warning...

[miltonbarbie]

Kokichi and F!y/n who's the ultimate beauty </3

When kokichi first saw you, he gasped. Like literally gasped. But who wouldn't? When you walked into the room, everyone stared at you. Kaede was at awe, Shuichi was a blushy mess. God even Maki was suprised. You were used to this type of attention, but didn't brag about it since you were a humble girl. Kokichi decided to be brave and introduce himself to you, trying really hard to not go insane while talking to you. He cracked up a really odd joke, and you laughed.

OH MY FREAKING GOD.

Your laugh and smile was the most beautiful thing he ever saw. He hid his face in his scarf because he was so close to breaking his act. Underneath, he turned red. REALLY RED. You soon got closer with him because he would always come to you and ask if you could help with his pranks. You slowly developed a crush on Kokichi because he always made you laugh and he even shared his panta. Just a little though, he loves his panta. A lot of the time Kokichi would never see you alone, so many people tried confessing to you and failed everytime. Literally every single confession, or love letter. You declined. Kokichi thought he didn't have a chance, you could've been better of with Rantaro he thought. You talked to Rantaro a lot, but that was partially because you would always get assigned seats with him. It took you some time to realize that Kokichi wasn't just teasing you for fun, or treating you differently just because you were his friend. He liked you. And he liked you A LOT. LIKE A BUNCH.

It's so freaking obvious that he likes you even Monokuma knows.

Kokichi tried to do everything he could for you to get the hint, you weren't oblivious, its just that everytime he would try to flirt, it would end up with him getting flustered instead.

Last time you flirted back he started squealing, blushing and fangirling. Of course you didn't know though.

"Aww Y/n-chan your face looks so adorable whenever I tease you!"

"Kokichi, have I ever told you that your cute whenever you smile like that?"

... Mf was speechless

"I- uhm, I-i-im sorry AHAHA- I HAVE SOMETHING TO DO." And then continues to run away with his thoughts swirling around his head and his heart pounding like crazy.

When he confessed to you, it was really quick and he avoided you for a few days afterwards. When he told you he loved you, he was on the verge of tears because he thought you would reject him right on the spot like you did to everyone else.

But once you found him insulting Miu, like always. You took the opportunity to sneak behind him, grab his arm and take him somewhere private where you two could talk alone.

"Kokichi, please, I NEED to talk to you, you've been avoiding me for days and I really want to tell you something."

"No. I-it's fine Y/n-chan. We can stay as frie-"

Before he could finish his stupid response, you tugged on his scarf, brought him closer to you and kissed him right on the spot. When you pulled away, he was feeling multiple emotions at once. Hearing the words "I love you too" come out of your mouth was like music to his ears, and it felt like a dream.

You two started dating after a week of awkward eye contact and blushing everytime you two saw each other. Kaede was the one who made you two share your feelings and decide to get together.

Kokichi was the best boyfriend ever! He spoiled you like crazy! Chocolate, stuffed animals, Tons of cuddling and movie nights. He is literally such a good lover i'm simping so hard right now. You have his whole heart. And you feel the exact same way!

thank you for reading </3 Lysm :)

[serxinns]

Scarlet Witch reader x Yandere Mha extras: Carnival

•The Class and a Couple of teachers decided to take a trip to the carnival to have some fun

•You were pulled around like some toys by your classmates bickering and begging you to go on a ride with them

•"cmon gumdrop" let's go on that roller coaster!" Mina said grabbing your arm trying to pull you there "No Let's go play some games and win some prizes!" Sato said trying to tug you away from the pink hair "but y/n promise to go on the spinning tea cups with me" aoyama said clearly irritated "No they should go with me they even said that this ride was manly" Kirishima chimed in coming out of nowhere the

•while the rest of the classmates were busy invisible hand tapped you on your shoulder you turned to see it was hakagure "Push let's sneak on the Ferris wheel before anyone notices" You nodded both giggling mischievously you both ran over to the Ferris wheel "all according to plan~" as she thought while the of you headed towards the ride surprisingly nobody was at the line so the both of you dash into a random crate and the ride started the both you giggling and imagine the look on your classmates faces when they realized you were gone

•During the ride hakagure was getting closer to you until y'all were shoulder to shoulder when you questioned it she said she was scared of heights and u didn't mind she started slipping your hand into yours and dazed into your eyes while you weren't focusing on her and was staring at the view while hakagure starting to daydream imagine her 1st kiss

• The 2 of you staring into each other's eyes ever so dreamily while caressing her face so gently and every touch makes her melt even more into her seat, you tell her how much you love her giving her all sorts of cheesy nicknames the moment was all perfect the view of the sunset, flower petals flowing in the wind, Your hair dancing against the wind making you look oh so beautiful and attractive the carnival music was playing her favorite romantic song the time was perfect, you took her face and was trying to lean for a kiss she was shocked and flustered at your sudden boldness but didn't mind at all matter of a fact it made want u more as you were inches between her face she closed her face bracing for it couldn't wait for her dream to finally come tr-

•A sudden stop made Hakagure stop her daydream and you were a bit shocked "Aww man why did the ride stop?.." you whined hakagure was irritated or dare they ruin her daydream it was getting to the best part! That's when you hear the sudden announcement "The ride currently not working please be patient so we can try to fix this issue and stay in your seats" "Ah shit..." While the two of you waited til help arrived hakagure was still upset about her ruined daydream and then she realized she could have a chance! She could confess to you right here right now! The time is still right just without all the other stuff but that doesn't matter it could still be a game changer! She thought

"Uh y/n I have something to tell you..." you turned your face to her hands fiddling with your legs wouldn't stop squirming around and you noticed her look down "What's wrong are you sick? We should call-" "No No! I'm fine it's just it's during these times I always like hanging out with you ur so kind, smart, and funny, even at times you can be a bit crazy but I wouldn't change it for the world," hakagure said softly as you tilted your head in confusion "I just wanted to say y/n that I li-"

•"Y/N!!!" A couple of familiar voices said at the same time Hakagure and you looked down to see that it was your classmates all looking up at you with mixed confused and worried faces

•"Oh hey guys!" You waved happily at your friends not caring that you were on top of ferries wheel as it rocked back in forth in a slow paste

•Sero and Tsuyu tried to make the 2 if you use their tape/tongue for a zipline down but you were too high up Bakugo tried destroying the Ferris wheel but everyone else immediately stopped him Mina wanted to help but doubted that acid was gonna helpful so she tried to reassure you that everything ok But then ochako got an idea she got shoji to float up there to where you were at momo created a safety net just in case "

Aizawa: Dont worry kids we'll get you down

Hakagure: No actually we're fine haha! It's all good we'll get down ourselves!

Iida: No need! that's super dangerous plus we already got Shoji floating your way be careful!!

Hakagure: *clicks teeth* You ruined the fun 😮‍💨

• After that the class checked to see if you were ok iida scolded at both of you to be careful and mostly blamed it on Hakagure and because he would never blame his darling Bakugo flicked your forehead calling u a dumbass and tried to force you to stay with his squad but Izuku his squad argued that you should stay with them and Ojiro and his gang tried to sneak you off but was caught so now the whole class is arguing Again while ur over here eating cotton candy with Aizawa

[charlewiss-writes]

i still am / mick schumacher

masterlist

day 24: question (part of one-word november prompts!)

summary: one beer too many and answers to questions you always wanted to know but where always too afraid to ask.

word count: 0.8k

pairing: mick schumacher x reader

warnings: not proofread. alcohol and the consumption of.

mick and you weren't big fans of drinking, but tonight it was a special night: you were accepted into your dream college, and would move away to be closer to it. switzerland was home to you, not only because you grew up there, but because your favorite german boy lived here, and nothing felt more like home than being trapped in his arms.

but you thought that the fuzzy and warm feeling you got when you were close to him was just coincidential. or at least, you didn't want to believe the signs your body tried desperately for you to read. you two were only friends, and nothing more. even if he lived next door, or if he was a world away due to your move. "do you want to play a game?" he shyly said, while closing the fridge and handing you the can of beer. you were seated on the floor on your balcony, just admiring the stars for what could be the last time for a bit. at least, until you decided to come back home.

"yeah, mickie, what do you have in mind?".

"just the old q&a. i ask you a question, you answer, and so it goes" he started to explain, while he squatted down to sit beside you. "if you don't want to answer, you'll have to drink a whole can of beer" mick joked, and you playfully rolled your eyes, which caused him to grin. "so?" he asked again, when you didn't answer him.

"i like it. who will go first?".

"your idea, you go first, schumacher". the german boy laughed at how easy his last name rolled off your tongue. you two started to call eachother by their last names only joking when you were kids, but it had stuck. the thing mick loved the most about your friendship was how many inside jokes you two had, how easy it was when everything surrounding both of you seemed to be so complicated.

"why do you need to get away?"

you knew that he hadn't took well the news about your departure. even tough he was most of the year away due to his job, coming back home and knowing that you would be close to him, like the old times, helped him through the season; you were his string back home, pulling him in when he felt too lost. now, he didn't know how could he still call this place home if you weren't in it.

you huffed, a bit annoyed at the reocurring topic. "mickie, we talked about this. i'm not going away. i'll come back often. you know i can't stay away from home for too long" you joked, reminiscing of when you had travelled to him to join him at a triple header. it meant that you were away from home for almost a whole month, and the distance had definitely impacted you negatively. mick nodded, still a bit unsure, but not wanting to push the subject any further.

"what do you find the most difficult about what you do?". he didn't want his answer to sound so sharp, but it left his mouth without giving it a second thought.

"staying away from you"

it was just mere seconds before he went, like a firefighter, to extinguish any kind of suspicion his statement could have lightened. "staying away from angie, my family, home. when i'm on the track i don't really think about anything. but the nights are hard sometimes". you hummed, like you understood what he was talking about.

as the night went on, the cans of beer getting emptied and your tongues speaking almost without inhibitions, you asked the blue eyed boy something that you couldn't even muster up the courage to think when you're sober.

"did you ever think about us... like, together?".

he smiled and nodded, while finishing his third beer of the night. when you realized he had no intentions on expanding his answer, you continued asking. "why didn't you say something then?".

he laughed at your impatience. "one question at a time, schatzi".

after thinking about it a bit, a few seconds later he took his turn. "you truly didn't realize that i was in love with you?". the newfound information startled you so much that it seemed like the alcohol had evaporated from your body. even if you didn't want to acknowledge it, you had been in love with the boy in front of you since you meet him, back when your family moved to switzerland when you were just a kid. still, you never had a clue of his feelings towards you.

"you were?". he smiled, finding your clueless reaction cute. he always thought that you knew about his infatuation towards you but decided to not say anything to avoid any awkwardness between you two.

"i still am, liebling".

[lokisprettygirl]

Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 20 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 21

Summary: Loki comes for you.

Trigger Warning: 18+ Smut, Description of rape and assault, panic attack, Extreme dark themes, Sexual abuse, physical abuse, public sex, Rough violent sex, 18+, Steamy stuff, age difference ,Rough language, mention of suicide, talk of virginity and slut shaming, manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff

You heard the door opening again and it awakened you from whatever sleep you were having, you did see him in the dream though, he was there holding you, loving you and your eyes teared up as you came back to reality. The door opened and closed immediately so you started to squirm, you could see the silhouette of a man but you didn't know who it was.

"Y/n?" You heard Loki's voice and your heart beat raised immediately

"Lokii? Oh my god" you mumbled between your whimpering so he walked towards you and tried to find the lights, as soon as it turned on you saw him, he was there, you weren't dreaming. This wasn't a dream.

He sat down on the bed and tried to open the knots of the rope first, you stared at him blankly, a part of you felt scared that it was just a dream.

"I'm here darling..I'm here.. I'm here" he mumbled but you couldn't tell if he was talking to you or himself, he wasn't meeting your eyes and that hurt you.

"Loki"

"I'll get you out..I'm sorry" he opened the knots so you sat up to hug him but he immediately stood up and walked towards the door, he banged on the door loudly but they had locked it from outside

"Lokiii" you called out to him again but it was as if he wasn't even listening to you,

"I'll get you out i pro…I will get you out" he mumbled mindlessly as he continued to bang his fist on the door.

"Lokkkkiii" you yelled his name out loud so he finally turned around and looked at you, his eyes welled up immediately, he was hurt, broken, you couldn't even imagine how scared he must have been in the last few hours, it must be the next day already.

"Please come here.. please" you opened your arms so he walked towards you and then he sat down on the bed to hug you. As soon as you felt his warm body close to you a deep breath of relief escaped your lungs. You were safe, as long as he was there you were safe. He still had the same clothes on as yesterday and his white shirt had gotten dirty, he smelled a little funky as well, not like his usual self but it didn't really matter, all that stress must have made him sweat profusely. The way he held onto you so tightly was enough of an indication to tell you that he was broken even more by this incident.

He pulled away from you then he looked at you up and down finally,

"Where are you hurt?" He asked you but instead of answering you cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly. You took his jacket off, his shirt was soaked and you wanted to get the layer off his body.

"God I stink" he immediately pulled away from you and walked towards the door on the left side. Always so self aware, sometimes you hated it, like in this very moment, all you wanted to do was snuggle him and calm him down but he wasn't even allowing you to do that. When he realized that it was a bathroom indeed he walked towards you,

"Come with me" he grabbed your hand and took you to the bathroom along with him. He made you sit down on the toilet seat and asked you to stay there, as if you had other options.

"Did you see them? Who called you?" You asked him as he undressed but he didn't answer "Atleast talk to me..can we just go back to the room and sit down for a moment?" You asked him but he was already under the shower, there was a soap so he used it and scrubbed himself as if his life depended on it. The towel you had used before was still hanging behind the door so he grabbed it and wrapped it around his waist before he walked towards you and grabbed your hand again to drag you back to the room.

"Open the fucking door Thor..I need clothes" he was yelling at his brother as if this was the most normal situation, you were drugged and kidnapped but to him it probably felt like a family reunion. When he didn't get an answer he pulled up the same pants over his legs. You laid down on the bed again and you couldn't stop crying after that, as soon as your cries reached his ears he snapped out of the nightmare. You were safe, alive, unharmed from what he could see, he needed to get a grip on his emotions and comfort you. You needed him.

You felt him getting onto the bed and then he turned you towards him, the bed wasn't big enough to fit two people but you liked that. Atleast he'd be closer that way.

"I wasn't going to snuggle you smelling like a beaver" he said to you as he wiped your tears, he turned your head to the side and that's when he noticed the mark on your cheek, his jaw clenched and eyes went red with anger immediately.

"What did he do to you? Tell me everything"

"Nothing much..he just slapped me because I was struggling" you answered him and you could tell he was planning an elaborate murder scene in his head, guys had hurt you before at parties and such and you have watched them get beaten up to the pulp as well.

"Are you wearing my mother's clothes? Who put this on you?" He asked another stupid question but you chose to not answer him this time.

"Is this what you want to talk about after what has happened?" Your eyes welled up so he sighed.

He sat up so you did too and climbed on his lap, he wasn't even looking at you and that hurt you deeply but then you understood why he was unable to do so, he was probably blaming himself for all of this, must be holding himself responsible for failing to protect you.

"It's not your fault"

"Don't you dare tell me that it isn't my fault when it clearly is, i should have known" he raised his voice but you stayed calm.

"You couldn't have known baby"

"I'm not a baby"

"You're mine" you kissed his forehead and he grabbed your hand to kiss it but then he noticed the burn marks the rope had caused, that only managed to make him angrier "Calmmm down pleasse ..I'm here..I'm okay, you have me" you whispered in his ear before your lips traveled down to place small kisses on his neck.

"I do now.. but I lost you, again, i promised and I failed..againnn"

"No you didn't..you are here..for me" he snickered as you said that.

"It's not because I found you..its because for some reason that bastard out there wanted me to come here"

"It doesn't matter, you're here and I'm safe because of you" you cupped his cheeks to make him look at you, your thumbs wiped the tears that continued to spill from his eyes,

He placed his hand on your chest right where the heart is supposed to be, he wanted to feel it beating, as if he couldn't believe that you were back in his arms, his mind felt foggy and it very well could have been just a dream but your beating heart put his worries to rest momentarily.

He cupped your cheeks and finally kissed you the way you wanted him to kiss you, you wanted to feel the desperation reeking into his touch.

"I'm sorry baby" he mumbled meekly so you shook your head,

"I am sorry Loki..i'm sorry, shouldn't have gone to the bathroom alone"

"You should be free to go wherever you want, I am sorry this world isn't safe enough for you to do that, I'm sorry darling" you kissed him again as soon as he finished his sentence but he wasn't done speaking "I'm not letting you out of my sight again, you hear me?" He spoke sternly so you nodded, if he wanted to keep you all tied up in his closet then you'd agree to that as well, whatever would make him feel peace you'd be willing to do it "You won't go anywhere without me from now on, not even to the restrooms, no meeting anyone until I say so" he whispered between those longing kisses so you nodded again.

"Yesss daddy"

"Good girl" you moaned into his mouth at the praise, almost forgetting where you were for a moment.

"What do they want from me loki? She kept talking about my virginity" his eyes flickered as you said that.

"Did Thor try to…hurt you? Did he try to rape you?" You looked at him and the look in your eyes was enough to tell him what must have happened here, a part of him was relieved that Thor didn't hurt you like that but knowing that he tried was enough reason for him to hurt his own brother, he couldn't even imagine how scared you must have felt, his arms wrapped around your waist and he rocked you back n forth to comfort you, feeling his body so close to you, being back into his arms was all you have prayed for in last few hours, you couldn't believe that your prayers were answered again, couldn't believe that he was back to you again.

Once you had your fill of his warmth he put you down on the bed again then he walked towards the door, he kept banging for them to open and after a few minutes of constant yelling the door was finally unlocked, he grabbed his jacket from the floor and put it on, he looked like a sexy movie star at the moment, probably not the best time to fantasize but you couldn't help it.

He took a step back and as you walked towards him he hid you behind his body, you clutched onto his arm as they both entered the room again. Loki's jaw clenched and teeth gritted harshly as he looked at Thor, he was burning with intense rage and all he wanted to do was hurt him for putting his filthy hands on you but then his eyes met with Frigga and as she walked towards him he took a step back.

"My child, have you not missed your mother?"

"What you just did to her..I'll never forgive you for that" your eyes teared up as he said that.

"You know why I'm doing this.. and I know you'd never do it until it's too late so I had to ask Thor "

"Ask Thor? To rape an innocent girl because of the delusion you share with that asshole?" Frigga glared at him as he said that

"I'm not delusional Loki, you always turned blind to the truth, you don't know what your father is capable of"

"That psychopathic bastard is not my father"

"But he is loki, and he's free again, you knew what he wants and you still allowed her to walk so freely like an open bait..you should be grateful that it was us and not him"

"What's happening? What are you people talking about?" You asked him and he sighed.

"You haven't even told her have you?" Thor laughed and that was it. Loki stormed towards him and punched him right in the face, Frigga rolled her eyes in frustration and you were just confused by everything. She walked towards you and you took a step back in fear

"You're a young beautiful woman, work your magic and get my son to rid you of your virginity, why is it so tough for you? He has always been a sexual man with needs"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" You yelled at her but she turned around to pacify the fight between the brothers. Thor wasn't even putting up much of a fight to be fair, maybe he also carried the get hurt to not feel hurt trauma that Loki did.

Loki walked towards you as he noticed you shivering so you hugged him tightly.

"Loki, what's going on?" You asked him as you looked up at him so he cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead to calm you down.

"I'll tell you everything darling"

"We won't let you leave until you fuck her Loki" you glared at Thor as he said that then you walked towards him and slapped him as hard as you could.

"Never harm an actor's face you large asshole" you screamed at him and he just looked at you all confused. He knew he deserved it though. Frigga stormed out so Thor followed her but he closed the door from outside again so you turned to look at him. The room suffocated you and you wanted to get out there as soon as you could, you wanted to go home with him

"What is happening?"

"Do you know why Odin chose you as the last sacrifice?" He asked you so you shook your head. He gestured for you to come to him so you took small steps until you reached him, your body language indicated that you felt anxious and stressed out of your mind. You remembered what Sister Natasha had said once about you being the key to eternity.

"Those girls that he sacrificed before were raped by him, his men, Mee" he looked down as he was ashamed of his sordid past, the things he had done, he would never be forgiven for that "He did it to open the gateway to the Asgard - a realm that he claimed to have been banished from for eternity, in order to return he had to sacrifice 9 lives, and the last one was to be someone innocent and untouched, that was you, he trapped your mother in his lies just so ultimately he could use you for the final ritual"

"He's fucking crazy"

"I know..trust me I know"

"That's why they want you to fuck me? So I'm not a virgin and can't be used for the sacrifice?" He nodded as you said that.

"The whole family is crazy .. except you ofcourse" he chuckled as you said that his eyes held the tears worth of grief.

"I'm not exactly sane sweetheart.. you thinking so highly of me isn't going to wash away my sins"

"You had no choice Loki, you need to accept that you had no other choice in that matter" his eyes teared up more as you said that.

"Did you ever wonder why I became your friend? So many kids at the center and every time you needed someone I was there with you? Did you ever stop and think about what a man my age wanted from you?"

He asked you and your eyes teared up as a realization occured.

"He asked you to get close to me didn't he?"

He looked up at you and his eyes told you everything.

"I was just a toy, you think I saved you? Noo i ruined your life darling" you pressed your fingers on his lips as he said that, you didn't care why he became your friend or what his intentions were, he cared enough about you to risk everything in order to save your life, that's all you cared about

"No you didn't..I'm sitting here today because of you..you hear me?" He shook his head as you said that, then he stated crying.

"I'll always drag you down sweetheart, my issues are so fucked up and you'll never be happy with me" you wiped the tears that rolled down his cheeks, his words rendered your heart.

"Then drag me down, take me to hell..I don't care as long as I get to hold you and touch you, and kiss you like this" your lips lingered over his before you spoke again "All I know is that I'd never be able to be happy without you, I can't even breathe without your presence in my life and you need to understand that" he clutched onto you, hiding his face between the crook of your neck as you said that. His life has been a joke to him, it always has been but somehow amidst all the cruelty he found you, somehow the universe was kind enough to send an angel to rescue him, to give him such strength that he was able to do what he did.

"Are you going to fuck me here?" He pulled away from you and looked at you as you questioned him "Not that I'm against it–" he shut you up by pressing his thumb on your lips before you could say anything further

"Not here..not like this..okay?" You nodded as he said that then you pressed a chaste kiss on his thumb.

"Me and you for life lolo" you whispered to him so he nodded, a smile curved the corner of his mouth

"Me and you for eternity my sweet buttons"

After a few minutes you both heard the knock on the door and you rolled your eyes.

"Are you done?" Thor questioned before he opened the door. He sighed heavily as he looked at you two canoodling on the bed "Mother is taking a nap, run out of here as fast as you can" your eyes widened as he said that. Loki put you down on the bed so he could talk to Thor

"There's no Asgard or Valhalla Thor, he's a maniac and mother could never get rid of her delusions either, he changed their names, kept feeding into the myths but in the end that's all it is" Thor chuckled as Loki said that

"You think I don't know that? She's too old to be fixed now, it's better to let her live in her fantasies" Loki sighed, Thor wasn't wrong but he just wished that he was able to fix all of this.

"Don't you ever again put your hands on her alright? If you'd try I'll cut them off and I'm not even fucking with you right now" Thor chuckled as Loki said that.

"Oh sod off ..get out before I lock you both again" You grabbed his arm so Loki obliged, as you ran out hand in hand you noticed that it was an underground basement in a house that was literally miles away from the city, it took at least two hours to reach home, you even fell asleep on the ride home, thanking all the stars internally that it brought him back to you.

He picked you up in his arms as he took you up to the apartment, you woke up but you enjoyed being carried so you didn't say anything. He laid you down on his bed and the relief that washed over you was indescribable.

"Let me call Steve, I'll have to make up a lie" you nodded as he said that. He didn't want to tell Steve about Thor's whereabouts and you understood that "Can I get a glass of water?" You asked him so he kissed your forehead "I'll make tea sweetheart..you must be hungry too" he spoke softly so you nodded and he went to the kitchen.

You noticed the frame on the bed that you had gifted to him on his birthday and your eyes teared up as you looked at his teen self, he was beautiful and you didn't just mean it in the way he looked, he was and will always be the most beautiful man to you. You remembered how you had to beg Steve after the trial to bring the picture back from the confiscated evidence, it was saved in your mother's camera. You placed the picture on the bedside drawer as you heard him talking to Steve in the living room. People would probably look at the picture and judge your relationship with him but it didn't really matter, as long as you had each other, nothing else mattered.

You missed him so you got off the bed and made your way to the kitchen, he was making pasta for you, you could smell it.

"You should probably change darling, that nightgown is creeping me out" you giggled as he said that. And then you took it off, just like that, leaving you just in your lingerie, his eyes darkened as you jumped up on the counter. He filled a glass with water then he walked towards you, you sipped on it as he pressed the rim onto your lips then he put it down on the counter, his fingers trailed over the mark on your cheek, he was furious still and now he wanted to go back and punch his brother some more.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him sensually,

"Never allow me to lose you like this again darling, I can not live without you. Felt so hollow, this fucking apartment felt so empty without you, it didn't feel like home"

Everytime he said something close to what one would consider a romantic expression of love, your whole body burned with an unquenchable thirst for him, a year ago you couldn't even have imagined being here like this with him..

"I'm home daddy and I'm never leaving again"

He wished he could have kept things peaceful, he truly did, but as long as that man was out there, nothing would ever be peaceful or normal, he had to find Odin and he had to get rid of him.

"You're lost again" you whispered as you took off his jacket, leaving him all shirtless. You grabbed his bulge from over his jeans and he moaned slightly. Unzipping his jeans you pulled his cock out, you pushed him further away from you and he was confused but then his eyes widened as you dropped down to your knees right in front of him.

"Sweetheart –"

"Please daddy I need it" you bit on your lips and didn't waste a second before you had sucked his tip into your mouth as if you were thirsty for his cum alone, he groaned as he looked down, the sight of your lips wrapped around his cock was enough to harden him up to the complete potential, your eyes widened as he got bigger right in front of your eyes.

His fingers curled into your hair, you lowered down his jeans until it was pooled around his ankles, you have wanted to do this for as long as you could remember, you felt like an addict who has been on withdrawal even though you never even got to have a taste. You kissed down from his happy trail and he knees began to tremble as you pressed your face over his mound and took a whiff, those unruly coarse hair tickled your face

"You're so sexy I can't…fuck" you mumbled as you looked up and he was a goner, his masculine musk drove you insane, you felt like an animal in heat and he wasn't any better, your eyes remained on his as you sucked him in slowly, trying to take him as deep as you could, you mimicked what you had seen in the porn, you pulled him out to breathe but your mouth didn't stop working, flattening his cock against his torso you kissed down until you had his balls into your mouth, you kissed it, sucked it, nipped on it and licked it desperately.

Every inch of him was made to be pleasured, you couldn't help but wonder if he was feeling good, he continued to moan and you had no idea that just having you worship him like this was enough to give him all the sensation that he craved,

"Dadddyy ..does it feel okay?" You asked him, doubting your ability to please him so he cupped your cheeks in his large hands.

"You're perfect darling, so sweet but also so filthy. So desperate for my cock like a whore should be..and I fucking adore that" his pressed his thumb into your mouth so you sucked on it,

"Use me daddy please..pleaseee" you whined so he grabbed the back of your neck with one hand and the other one pulled your hair up in a makeshift ponytail

"Open up darling..lips over your teeth and breathe from your nose yeah? If you want me to stop you will tap on my thighs..am i clear?" He asked you so you hummed in response "take me in now little girl" he mumbled so you opened your mouth, his hips started to move slowly, the taste of his precum filled your mouth and you felt intoxicated, he was using your mouth in the literal sense, he grunted as the sensation began to build in the pit of his stomach, your thighs clenched together and you could feel your wetness dripping, thankfully you had the underwear on or you'd be messing up the kitchen floor.

"Such a good little hole for daddy..fuckkk i love you sweetheart" He mumbled under his breath, hips thrusted in and out of you slowly, he was taking his time.

The filthy words combined with the love confession that he had said he'd probably never say again was cathartic for you. Your life has shifted its course three times in the last two days. He pulled out to allow you to breathe, pressing your head against the counter he lifted one of his thighs to place it on the top of it, then he began thrusting again, the position was obscene and he wasn't as merciful this time.

You loved how rough he was being with you, you needed that, he needed that. Your hands wrapped around his shapely ass and you caressed his skin

"Close…sweetheart..so close.. want me to cum inside hmm?" He asked you as he pulled out so you nodded desperately "Drink it all up baby" he grabbed your cheeks with his thumb and forefingers to open your mouth and his fist pumped his own cock and then he came inside you. A loud roar of your name spilled from his mouth and you sipped every little drop like a good girl he wanted you to be, the orgasm was intense for him you could tell, his knees had started to buckle and he was holding onto the counter behind you for dear life. His chest heaved up and down heavily and you couldn't just take your eyes off him.

Once he came back to his senses, he picked you up and sat you down on the counter, you looked like a mess of drool and cum so he kissed you passionately before he got out of the jeans and walked towards the sink to wet a paper towel, then he wiped your face as best as he could.

"Are you okay?"

"Heaven…it's heaven" you kissed him and it made him smile

"It wasn't too much? Wasn't too rough?"

"It was perfect loki"

You knew the next step would be him taking your virginity but you also knew that he didn't want to rush it, it didn't matter that Odin was out there, he didn't want to fuck you like that for a silly reason, he wanted to fuck you ..but for love. With love.

And you knew he was waiting for your birthday to take that from you. He wanted you to remember the night, he wanted it to be special and memorable.

You couldn't wait to turn 23 a week later

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[prettyproblems]

Wonder

Pairing: Jack x platonic!reader

You and Jack were friends thought you had feelings for him in the past. There were rumors in the group that maybe, just maybe he had feelings for you as well but everyone’s loyalty was more towards him they wouldn't tell you if you asked, so you dropped it.

You think about those times though. Like now in the studio with Jack as he writing lyrics to a new song. You alone considering everyone went out for lunch. Suddenly a thought came to mind

“I wish I could be in you mind” Jack turns his chair over towards you, eye brows furrowed in curiosity.

“ You know if we weren’t such good friends I’d take that differently” he says turning his attention towards you. “Wanna know what’s going on up here?” He ask gesturing to his head.

“ It’s alright, your working” you shrugged it off though you wanted to know where it was going.

Jack rolled his chair over to your, picking up your legs and placing them in his lap “I haven’t written anything in the past hour” he said looking at his watch “Inspire me, ask away”

“Anything” he nodded encouraging you “What do you like about me?”

“ Well, Y/N that could be a long list” while he thinks you take the time to think of your next question “, hmm, alright you're a good listener, you always have the right words of encouragement for me. You also look really good in photos, especially off guard”

You laugh taking his answer to heart, and you always try to listen. “You are not wrong I do look amazing,” you say flipping your hair in confidence. “You said before you haven’t had a heartbreak, are you afraid of it?”

Jack chuckles rubbing his beard “That’s a good one I haven’t been asked that before” he drops the hand on your thigh gently, sending chills through your body.

Slowly you see how stuck he is one it, realizing you may have asked a harsh question you try to back out of it “You should get back to-”

“I don’t think I’m afraid. I just hope that it comes from love, and I mean true love like the type you talk about for generations” he cuts you off his voice low and sincere. “Can I ask you a question”

“It’s only fair isn’t it” he take your hand and looks in your eyes almost seeming desirable.

He clears his throat with a cough not looking away from you for a second. And you were used to Jack’s stare but this was different. “When we first met I had a thing for you, and at first I was trying I really was. But you didn't seem to notice." He pauses, unsure of himself.

He repositioned himself seeming as though he was fixing himself for what he was gonna say next, or maybe what you were gonna say. " Would you have gone for me? If I had tried a little harder"

For a second you were frozen bearly even blinking, you questioned if you had even heard right. When he was about to repeat himself you laughed, "Jack, you wouldn't have to try. Don't get me wrong I didn't know you wanted me, but if I did I would've jumped on you faster than fans do." You laugh along with him feeling relieved though slightly remorseful for not letting him know before.

"I liked you but then reality hit, I realized maybe you just weren't for me"

Jack began running his hand down your thigh resting on your knee, "What about now? Would you feel the same way?" you don't speak you just nod too scared that this may have been a dream.

Jack leans in nearly inches away from your lips, "Woah, not too fast we're not in a movie this isn't where you just randomly get the girl" You murmur slightly pushing him away.

"Fine I'll take you out, Saturday" He laughs, his cheeks turning one shade to another, it was cute.

"Saturday" you say making a mental note to prepare yourself.

Not a moment after that PG busts in laughing returning to their seats before they left. He didn't move though. Jack sat in the position he had before they walked in, close to you. Fully embracing you.

[tiny-as-a-firely]

@incalescentia // prev. post

Dorothea closed her eyes as she listened to Connie read, allowing herself to be content in that moment. His reading voice held the same steady beat that it did when they were sixteen and little idiots, even if it sounded a bit different back then, and it was easy to let herself get lost in that moment, so much so that she hadn't realized how much time had passed. She found herself thinking that if life was different, if they could just live in this one moment for eternity, then...well, maybe they would have a different ending, if all she needed in life was a small corner of an old bookstore with the one person she loved the most.

After wandering out of the bookstore, the thought of going home stuck her with panic right in the middle of her chest. It's almost like Conrad was reading her mind when he held onto her hand and tugged her towards Central Park, the place they fell into one another, slowly but surely.

Dora smiled as she settled into their spot, running her fingers through the grass, resisting the urge to pluck the blades like when she was little. "This is my favorite place in the world, too." And she meant it - even though her heart was calling to her to explore other places, live other dreams, see what's out there, she knew that a part of her would always belong to this place, this moment.

"I knew you liked me way before you admitted it." Dora grinned, giving his hand a squeeze and pulling it to her lap so that he could fiddle with his fingers while listening to the wind sing. "You weren't exactly subtle. Remember when we ditched spare period and Mrs. Brown caught us making out here? I thought she'd never let us live it down." Dora's eyes brimmed with tears at the nostalgia, at the memory of their favorite teacher sitting front-row at their wedding. "To this day I still think that assigned us seats beside each other on purpose. The woman couldn't stop meddling to save her life."

A pang of hurt hit her chest once more as she scooted closer to him, resting her head on Conrad's shoulder. She inhaled softly, trying to commit his cologne to memory, his warmth, the way that he shifts closer to meet her. She could feel the night waning, coming to an end, could feel the precipice of what she would have to do soon, and even though she knows it's what she wants, knows it's what's best, she knows a piece of her will be left behind on this night, in this park, under these stars, with this man.

"We should probably go home soon, huh?" The air had grown chilly around them as if it was anticipating what was to come. Her hands had grown cold, and one by one groups of people had been trickling out of the park around them, until it was easy to believe that they were the last two people in the universe. If only that were so.

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

My world

SUMMARY: Can you make a joe quinn one where they are dating since shooting season 4 and now they have interviews of the sesson together reader has been in it since the 1st season and in the interview he getd asked how he fell in love and what he loves about the reader and he gives such a sweet kind of speech and the reader didnt know he thought so and when they are at their hotel cause theh are in Brazil its all sweet and they make love? ^^ SMUT

WARNING: cute speech, NSFW, intercourse, unprotected sex, slight oral.. yeah

I'm reposting this + masterlist coming soon

You woke up with a soft groan. A yawn fell from your mouth as you stretched- well tried to. You frowned feeling something heavy against your lower body. You opened your eyes looking down to see your boyfriend, Joseph passed out on top of you. His face was buried in your tummy and arms around your waist. Your laughed slightly as you listened to his light snores. You knew he was exhausted especially after your long flight here to Brazil. You both have been working non stop for press tour for Stranger Things. Even though it could get a little overwhelming at times at least you had each other.

“Joseph.” You shook him lightly trying to wake up. A grunt fell from the man's mouth as he started moving around. “Baby, can you get off my legs. They're going numb now.”

Another groan fell from Joseph lips. He heard you loud and clear and rolled off of you. But you weren't out of his grip yet. His arms circled your waist pulling you into him.

“Joseph!” You said with a laugh. With his eyes still closed due to sleep he grunted a ‘what’

“we need to get up and ready. We have work to do.”

Joseph sighed out, “fine.” he stretched and yawned while you removed yourself from the bed. You walked into the bathroom and grabbed your toothbrush starting to brush your teeth. A few minutes went by before Joseph joined you. He walked in and kissed your temple before grabbing his own toothbrush.

“you ready to see your fans?” You asked turning to him. He nodded his head before spitting in the sink. “Never be more ready. Kinda crazy have so many people love me.”

You smiled. “Yeah, it's amazing to see people love you.” you kissed your boyfriend on the cheek. “Now I'm going to take a shower and get ready then we can go.”

♡︎

You and Joseph got ready within an hour. After a quick breakfast you made your way to the meet up. While there you watched as Joseph greeted his fans. You could help but feel so happy for him. Greeting fans for you was nothing new but for him it was big. This was his breakthrough role and he was finally getting the recognization he deserved. Seeing all this overwhelming support mad him so happy and it also made you happy knowing this was what he wanted the day he started filming with you guys.

You took some pictures talked to some fans, all before it was time for the interviews.

You took a seat in the chair that was in between Joseph's and Jamie's. The interviewer started asking simple questions about the show to which you three answered normally. It was towards the end when they asked about your relationship.

“so Joseph, we know you and y/n have been dating for a little bit. Tell us how did this start?”

Joseph turned to you and smirked.

“you know I wasn't planning to fall in love with anyone, but I met her and you know everything thing changed. For starters she's the most kindest and sweetest person I've ever met. The first day on set she made me feel welcomed more than anyone and that continued while we were filming. I realized I liked her and I asked her out and she surprisingly said yes. Every day after that has been amazing.” Joseph sighed as he softly smiled. “god, She's everything I dreamed for. the prettiest smile, the prettiest voice, my biggest supporter, best advice giver. She Has the most gentle soul ever. She's the sunshine to my life even on bad days. She's my world, my everything. I can't wait to spend many more years with this very beautiful woman.” Joseph turned to you and smile softly at you, he grabbed your hand and laid a kiss on it.

Jamie and the interviewer awed at you two. It was sure to get more aw(s) when it hit the internet the next day that was for sure.

After your interview you and Joseph went to a party with Jamie. It was great, Nice even but really you want to go back to the hotel to talk to Joe. His words were stuck in your mind like glue. He has told you numerous times how much he loved and appreciated you, but never to that extent. It gave you butterflies just thinking about what he had said to you.

The long work day drew to a close soon and you were happy. As you walked back into your hotel room the first thing you did was hug Joseph. He was caught off guard but he wrapped his arms around you too. “You ok?”

You smiled at his concern and pulled away. “Yeah, I'm fine. It's just those words you said about me earlier made me get butterflies.”

Joseph smirked “Really?”

You nodded, “yeah really.” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him so that you both were barely an inch away. “ you're my everything too.”

You kissed Joseph hard. He held your waist as you both made out. After a minute he pulled away. “Jump.” He whispered against your lips. You did as he said and wrapped your legs around his waist. You both started kissing again as he walked over to the bed.

Your back hit the mattress as he sat you down. Joseph lips moved down to your neck, he placed rough kisses that were sure to leave hickeys. You moaned running your fingers through his hair. Joseph lifted his head, he smirked at you before kissing your lips again. You started to unbutton his shirt the best that he could. When you reached the last button he pulled away and removed the white shirt from his body.

You took your opportunity to take off your shirt. When your shirt was thrown on the floor, Joseph's hands were already pulling at your bra. You giggled as you help take it off. “Needy aren't you?”

He rolled his eyes but the smirk on his face told you he was.

The bra was tossed to the floor where all of your other clothes were. Joseph hand went to your boob, he squeezed the flesh, pinching your perky nipple that grew hard from being exposed. You softly grunted and looked up at him.

“God, I just wanna be inside of you.” Joseph grunted. His soft brown eyes shut as he started unbuckled his pants, pushing them down his leg. You did the same, removing your pants and panties until you were completely bare in front of him. In front of each other.

Joseph looked down at your body as he stroked himself. He's seen it a million times before this but you always amazed him at your beauty.

“So fucking beautiful.” His accent was thick as his lust grow. You opened your legs wide making him scoot in between them. you needed him in you badly. You practically ached for him to fill you up.

Joseph held onto your left thigh as he pushed himself into you. Your bodies connected with one another. In union both your moans filled the room.

Your walls, warm and wet coated Joseph's length making him twitch in you. You were always so tight and warm. After a good 30 seconds of recovering Joseph finally moved in you.

A moan escaped your lips as he slowly moved out of you and slammed right back in. His pace went from slow to fast in no time. You sobbed out a moan with the actions that were taking place. Your eyes were torn between watching Joseph enter you and his eyes.

“this my pussy?” Joseph said his words scattered as he pounded into you. You nodded your head.

“no, use your words. Is this mine huh?”

A shiver ran down your spine making you moan. Your stomach was slowly tightening. “Yes, it-.. it's yours.”

Joseph grunted, “good girl. Fuck!”

Joseph hips snapped into you making you wail out. He knew you were close from the way you tighten around him. “You going to cum?” He asked looking down at you. “Yes.” you cried out gripping the sheets underneath you.

Joseph hand went down to the bundle of nerves and began circling at it“Cum!”

You came like he said. Your body shook undet

Joseph didn't cum instead he pulled out of you. You looked at him, “why didn't you cum?”

“this isn't about me.” Joseph lowered himself on the bed to between your legs. “i gotta show you how much I love you.” He kissed your thigh as he looked up at you. “Now relax, I'm going to get a few orgasms from you before this night ends.”

Before you could say a word his mouth was on your pussy. You shuttered bringing your hands to his hair. Let's just say Joseph did show you how much he loves you that night.

[husbandohunter]

Moments of Despair #1 [Genshin Impact/Diluc x Reader]

Synopsis: “The man who was on fire and realized it too late.”

(A series of works where the boys deal with the passing of their beloved).

Albedo's despair

Warnings: angst, tragedy, major character death, graphic depictions of violence perhaps

(A/n): Had these ideas for a while after reading @/serensama To Mourn series of another fandom. So much sorrow and feeling I just was inspired to write 😫

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The moment you fell lifeless in Diluc's arms, he wanted to disappear.

It was raining again, he had always despised the rain. How it trickles down the slope of your cheek, like tears falling from the heavens. The sight of it mixing with your blood creating a thin stream of red rivers flowing beside him. They patter down obnoxiously because time didn't care, the gods don't care, the world didn't care. You were just a small fragile person to their eyes but to him you were his light. A candle that used to shine in his dark world was now dissipitated by the waters of reality.

Many droplets have passed and he was still holding you. Diluc could do nothing but stare. He hadn't shed any tears nor could he make a coherent sound. Perhaps it was because his tears have long run out when his father was held in the very same way. Or it was because he was heartless. He's usually told for being cold and indifferent. But the pain clenching in his chest was proof that he still had one (proof that it was still beating), much to his dismay. It would be better if he didn't.

So why can't he just look away? Your wounds, your bruised features, everything now etched so deep into the back of his conciousness that is was starting to awaken his worst nightmares. They were the source of the bile growing in his stomach. The irony stench filling up his nostrils felt so sickening. He couldn't turn away. You're dead. You're dead. You're dead. As if reality had yet to register, or maybe he refused to accept it, Diluc helplessly gazed down your body with blank and empty eyes.

"Master Diluc..."

Jean's voice called out to him pitifully. He rises up with his back turned, ignoring the stares given to him, "Leave. The knights of favonius are not needed here."

"But she's a Mondstadt citizen," The anemo user retorts, slightly taken aback by his impassive reaction, "It's my responsibility to ensure this case doesn't go unnoticed."

Unnoticed. Diluc scoffs in his mind, what a tasteless joke.

"It seems you weren't listening," he announces as his head was turned ajar so they could see the deep hatred glowing red in his eyes, "Leave. Now."

Jean's lips trembled before barely being able to say, "Alright" and retreating her knights back to the city. Kaeya narrows his gaze at his bother, the sorrow was evident through his pupils. He steps forward until he was arms length away from his brother. Too little too late, another failure was added to the belt.

Kaeya was a man of many words but for once he was at loss of what to say. No underhanded suggestions, no ideas taunting him to spill his thoughts, he simply asks Diluc, "What are you planning to do now?"

Silence. Kaeya couldn't predict what sort of expression his brother was making as he looks at your corpse. It brought a heavy weight of unsettlement upon him and here he thought he had already grown used to his brother's quietness.

Slowly, he turns around while letting the water pour down his face. Kaeya tightens his jaw as Diluc drags his feet towards him, stopping when their shoulders were parallel, "It's none of your concern."

"You're just going to leave her here?"

There was a slight pause which was enough of an answer. The Cavalry Captain sighs when he watched him walk away, what was the point of asking when Kaeya knew Diluc so well? He glances at your form before swiftly shutting his eyes.

It was his concern.

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A week later, the staff of the Ragnvindr household could hardly recognize their Master's appearance. They knew not to bother him when he decides to lock himself in his chambers. Diluc drowns himself with work from hours to no end as he connects the findings of the person that took your life. As expected, it was one of his enemies- a fatui member. The question was, which one?

"Master Diluc, I beg of you, please take care of yourself," Elzer pleads.

The pyro user didn't bother to spare him a glance or look at the tray of food he carried.

Food...you always brought them whenever he had to work overtime.

"I do not remember specifiying anyone to be allowed in my office," he voices aloud, "If it's related to business affairs simply leave that with Adelinde and I'll take a look at it tomorrow."

"I understand. But you've been working all day and night yet refusing to take any breaks in between. At this rate, you'll harm your health."

The feather pen in his grip kept dragging it's course, "This is beyond the duties assigned to you Elzer."

"That's because it was a request sent by your father," he adds, knowing that stepping over his boundaries may cost him, "If Master Crepus was still here, I'm sure he would have said the same thing."

Taking a deep breath, Elzer lays out his last card, "And also your wife."

The pen slows into a halt.

No one had brought you up until now. Elzer anxiously watches his Master shifting in his seat, his red bangs covering half of his face but he could still see the frown pressing firmly on his lips. It wouldn't be a surprise if Diluc suddenly bursted at him for mentioning such a sensitive topic, all that matters was his master's well being and Elzer was willing to risk everything for it. But nothing. Diluc turns his attention ever so slightly at the tray he carried.

"Fine, but I'm not eating that."

"What? Wasn't this was her favourite-"

"Do I need to repeat myself?"

Elzer furrows his brows before sighing, "...No, Master Diluc."

He exits the room while carrying the fresh dish of Once Upon A Mondstadt that you loved so much. The door closes with a soft click and he was alone again.

People found it strange how Diluc seemed so vacant to your passing. He didn't even show up at your funeral. Instead, he continues his duties as a Mondstadt nobleman like usual while taking care of business matters associated with the winery. Except those who were close to him could see the difference in his actions. Apathy, he was so mechanical in every task he did. Like a marionette attatched on strings, a doll without a soul. After all, his soul died the moment when yours did too. What remains was a shadow of Diluc and a being existing solely for revenge and duty. He was nothing but a remnant.

Fatigue begins to wash over him and he fights to stay awake. Because once he gives in it will all be over. Once he closes his eyes, he would see your face with a multitude of images from the past. He would hear your voice calling out his name from a distant space as it echoes off the walls of his mind. He would fall into a dream where you were still with him and as always, waking up to see that it was never real.

I should have pushed you away.

Because what hurt Diluc the most wasn't that you were gone, rather, it was how you were still here.

Then you'd still be-

Something breaks and it turned out to be the pen he was holding so tightly. Only now Diluc realized how fast his heart was thrumming as beads of sweat began rolling down his forehead. Focus. Don't waste time. He won't grant himself the liberty of anything when your murderer was still on the run. Every wound they inflicted on you was going to be returned in tenfold. He'll make sure of it. That's why, he refuses to think about you at all. Diluc occupies his mind with other matters since at this point, work was the only efficient method of keeping his sanity in tact.

She needs you to focus.

The door opens and Kaeya enters the room while holding a document, "We found the guy."

His reaction was immediate, "Where?"

"Hm, now that we meet, it's actually quite debateable," The captain notes wryly, "When was the last time you've gotten proper rest?"

"I don't have time for this, either you tell me or I'll do it by force."

Kaeya couldn't help but sigh, "Apologies but you don't seem to be in any state for a fight. I'm sure you know how it would end up if you were to face your enemy right now."

"..."

"Diluc, this isn't healthy," Kaeya asserts, it's been a while since he sounded so sincere, "I'm not here to prevent you from doing what's necessary however, perhaps it would be better if I finished it in your stead."

"No," Diluc stubbornly answers, "Hand that over."

"...Heh, then there's really nothing I can do to stop you it seems," he whispers with a sad smile, "At the very least, be careful."

"I intend to," The pyro user snatches the paper parchment out of Kaeya's hands before opening the window, "Also, if Elzer returns, tell him there's a few errands I have to take care of."

The night was a full moon and the sky was empty, Diluc leaps off the edge and disappears into the darkness. There was no telling of what could happen next. Since you weren't here, it was up to Kaeya to watch over him.

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The claymore dropped to the ground with a clang as it soaks up the blood of the fatui he just killed.

Diluc was tired, so tired.

He slumps down against the wall from pure exhaustion, all that adrenaline and hatred went up in fumes, leaving behind whatever was left in his heart: nothing. Two hours, not even that far from Mondstadt, the fatui hid in an abandoned building as he cowarded for his life. When Diluc arrived, he never expected this monster to be so weak. This was the person who murdered you? A pathetic nobody that was simply following orders? This was the reason why he lost you forever?

In the end, the only one to blame was himself, for being weak and unable to protect you. He was supposed to be your hero ("Darknight hero," you'd always tease), the rock that shields you just as you had been the warmth he longed for many years, did he give you enough? Was this enough? He thought avenging your death would grant him a peace of mind and the justice you deserved but deep down, he knew it will never be enough when it comes to his love for you.

"Diluc."

He closes his eyes, he hears your voice. He was so tired, it wouldn't be a surprise if he started hallucinating.

"Diluc."

"I'm sorry..."

The man lets out a trembled breath as he apologized to the image of you in his mind. I'm sorry I failed you. They were repeated like a mantra in hopes to reach you somehow. Of course that was impossible, his feelings, his emotions, love and sorrow altogether will never reach you again. And your arms that once comforted him and brushed his hair with a soothing voice, saying everything will be okay, where are they now?

"Diluc."

"Stop," he didn't want to hear your voice.

"Diluc, I'm here."

"Stop..."

"Diluc..."

He jolts his eyes open and lets out a yell, what was he saying? He doesn't know. All he needed now was to drown out the fake voices mocking in his head. Diluc grabs the nearest object and shatters it against the floor, the dam was broken and it flooded uncontrollably, breaking everything in it's way. The abandoned house was filled with loud cries of a man sobbing with agony like a broken-hearted child. He crumbles to his knees and falls to his side, lifting his forearms while clutching his face.

And screamed.

Archons, what did he do to deserve this? Why do the people he cherish get taken away from him? Diluc never wanted to be the Darknight hero if it meant having his father perish in his arms. He didn't want the feeling of stabs against his chest with every breath he took. He didn't want to feel cold while knowing it was because you weren't here to hold him. He didn't want your voice, your pictures or your memory.

He wanted you.

"(Y/n)..." he chokes. Rolling to his back, Diluc moves his arms to cover his eyes, letting the tears run down to his ears, "(Y/n)..."

For who knows how long, he lays there in the abandoned building and mourns. Diluc doesn't have the strength to move from his position, he found himself staring mindlessly through the cracks of the roof when his voice had gone hoarse. The corners of his eyes still burned and his head was throbbing with so much pain. Maybe he should just stay here but the thought of being in the same room as your murderer was unfathomable.

Picking up his claymore once again, Diluc drags himself out of the door. Where would he go? It's not like he had a home to return to because home was when he was with you. A doll without a soul, the marionette moves as if the strings have commanded him to do so. Where ever it takes him, he didn't care. He just knew he had to go.

[niskoo]

Burrito run

pairing: rich kid! Jake x rich kid! reader

genre: fluff, crack, bff2l! AU

warnings: food, swearing, sneaking out (??)

word count: 3k words

a/n: my dumbass posted this on my nct acc omfg

this was originally for haechan of nct for my nct acc (@daegall) but i thought i could treat you guys to hehe

networks: @enhypennetwork

You had known Jake for more than half of your lives. Thanks to both of your rich ass parents setting you two up for a playdate at the age of 12, now you have found your rock and partner in crime. You know when he's feeling down, when he wants to cause trouble for no reason, when he has an eye for someone, heck, you know when and how to get him out of any situation when needed.

Like right now, as he gives you a side glance as he talks boringly to a group of men. All they talked about was business. Jake wanted to talk about that one burrito place down the block, he wants to get out of there and go get some. He wants to get out of this stupid high class party he has no part of.

He knows you do too, he knows by the way you keep glancing at the back door by the kitchen, and how you occasionally move to each group closer to the door. You know he catches up to the plan, how he also moves from group to group, excusing himself every 2 minutes.

You politely excuse yourself from the many unknown rich aunts who just questioned your love life, giving them a very passive smile, before turning to move to another group.

You don't get to go to another group, because you're already so close to the door, and Jake approaches you.

"Why, hello there, miss Y/n."

You feign shock at his greeting, holding a hand to your chest, "My, Jaeyun, wasn't it? It's been too long!"

Your best friend nods, playing along to the small skit you two have created, "About 2 hours, I think? You've grown very beautifully,"

You flick your hand at him, nudging his shoulder not-so-gently, "Oh stop."

You bite your lip to hold back a loud laugh when Jake winces at your harsh push at his shoulder, watching as his face twists in playful anger. You can't help but thin he looks absolutely adorable, nose scrunched up and eyes narrowed in a non meaningful glare, you ought to kiss his puffed cheeks.

You shake the last thought from your mind, bringing the elegant glass of champagne to your lips, sipping lightly at the sweet and slightly sour liquid. You then take a double check around the spacious room, to see if anyone is watching.

Your mother and father were chatting at the far corner with the parents of Jay, a guy you met earlier this evening. He looked just as bored as you. Jake's parents stood not too far from your parents, greeting anyone who approached them.

This was your chance.

Quickly, as Jake was mumbling something about you growing up strongly as well, you grab his arm. He yelps in surprise, as you drag him through the back door, lightly blushing at your gentle touch at his wrist.

The back door soon slams behind the both of you, and you are met with a large yard.

"Y/n! What if someone caught us?"

Giving Jake a side glare, you start to trudge down the flight of stairs to the garden, "You were too busy complaining about my guns to notice we had a chance to escape. You're welcome."

"You're weak!"

"Am not!"

"Are to!"

You ignore the upcoming argument you could've started, taking off your painful heels. They were absolutely stunning, but stung your feet constantly. Beauty is pain, as mother says.

"Lead the way to the burrito truck you claimed to see on the way here!"

Through the many bushes, and many guards, and even more bushes, you finally make it out the the big mansion, and into the dark streets. It's 10 in the night, you hope the burrito place is still open or your only choice left is a McDonalds about an hour away or convenience store food. Not that you minded, but you haven't had a burrito since you were 18. You had it right after graduation day with one of your closes friends who you have no idea of her whereabouts now.

The last time Jake had a burrito is about last week, the first time he met another rich kid named Sunghoon. Their parents gave them a bunch of money to go spend on expensive and top quality foods, but they both mutually agreed to get cheap burritos that would probably give them a bad stomach.

Jake takes the lead, as expected, for he was the one who spotted the food truck. He took off his blazer some time ago, you don't remember when, but with his jacket thrown over his elbow and sleeves rolled up like that, you can't help but admire.

You notice every single little thing about him, his slow, rhythmic paces, occasionally kicking stray rocks on the sidewalk. You watch as his hair slightly bounces as he kicks yet another rock, and you want to pet his hair.

There was that one time when you were 16 and you had a movie night as your parents went away for some business, he had his head on your lap, you didn't mind for some reason. At some point you had started playing lightly with a few strands of his hair, but you didn't notice. The moment you softly ran your hands through his hair, you realized, and decided to keep your hands to yourself after that. To your surprise he protested against it, claiming it was very comforting. So now every time one of you come over to the other's house, you would somehow find yourself playing with his hair, like pure human instinct.

But now as you observed your best friend more, you have a different feeling running through you as you had an urge to softly play with them once more, as if it wasn't as platonic anymore. But that was absurd. you've been friends for 10 years now, why are you just feeling like this now?

Your heart jumps in your chest when you are suddenly met with Jake's eyes, shining brightly with a slight mischievous gloss glazing over them. "Can we pick up the pace please? I'm getting pretty hungry and I know you are too."

Your heart softens as he sticks his arm out, gesturing you to come next to him. You jog barefoot to his side, instantly looping your arm with his.

It doesn't take long to find the food truck Jake mentioned, just a 10 minutes from the mansion, somewhere near the center of town. You had to drive about 2 hours to get here, and so did Jake, so it's a bit strange how he knew his way around the town so easily. You guess he just is that way.

You practically drool at the smell of savory foods that lingers in the air, sucking the saliva in your mouth.

Your best friend eyes you playfully, nudging your hip with his, "See? What did I tell you? Burrito food truck!"

You don't respond, simply grunting and dragging him to the cashier to order some food.

It takes a lot of time to decide on what burrito you'd buy, there were even tacos, and weirdly, cookies and croissants. It was your dream food truck, really. In the end, you both went for the classic burrito, nothing could beat it.

There were no seats to the food truck, sadly, so you and Jake opted to sit on the curb, legs sprawled out on the road, hopefully no cars drive by.

"You ready?" Your best friend asks you, looking at you with much anticipation. You stare at your own burrito in much more anticipation, it's been 4 years since you had a burrito. You wonder how you could survive that long.

You nod vivaciously, already opening your mouth to take a bite. Jake chuckles as he watches you take your first bite, your cheeks instantly puffing out full of the contents. You shut your eyes in bliss, licking your lips for anything left on them.

As you continue to chew, you shake your head, "Shit, I haven't had anything this good in sooo long." You exaggerate, taking yet another bite of the heavenly treat.

Jake can't agree more, he just had a burrito last week, but somehow eating one with you feels different. Especially when you don't mind him seeing and pointing out the smeared food around your mouth, simply trying to search for it with your tongue instead.

Your best friend wants to cherish this moment forever, keep it deep in his heart and laugh at it in the future when he suddenly gets reminded of it, he wants to brag about it to his friends, maybe even share it with his grandchildren, he doesn't know. All he knows is that you're it for him.

You're the one he's spent all of his teenage years with, his first heartbreak, first sleepover, first drink was with you, heck, you were his first close friend!

You know so much about him, you share so much about yourself to him, he's the one you trust. He's the first person you call out to when you're down, first person you call out to in the best of your times. It amazing how much you've been through together, and Jake thinks anything is possible, as long as it's you.

Falling in love seems so much easier than ever, especially at that moment, eating a burrito instead of the expensive caviar at the party before, just with him. And nobody else.

He wants to make you his. Not just his best friend, his lover, his soul mate, his whole world. Not that you weren't already.

"What's wrong?" you suddenly ask Jake, startling him. "You nudge your chin at the burrito in his hands, "Why aren't you eating?"

Jake flushes, realizing he's been staring at you the whole time, taking a big bite of his burrito, before looking away bashfully. "It's nothing."

You grow suspicious of his actions, watching as he swallows and bites his lip shyly. You choose to leave it there, instead bringing up your parents being out of town next week.

The conversation keeps going, from one topic to the other, swerving all over the place, but that's just how it is, talking to the person you're most comfortable with.

The conversation goes on and on until you find yourself walking along the streets blindly, fiddling with the paper packaging of the burrito you ate. You also find yourself wearing Jake's shoes instead of walking barefoot, he gave to you after you complained about walking over so many rocks, and you didn't like how your heart swarmed and beat dangerously fast as he claimed it would be better if you borrowed them for the night.

Strangely enough, his blazer he took off about and hour ago now stayed on your shoulders, keeping you warm from the cold breezes of the night. All your best friend's actions made you swoon over him, and that wasn't something you would feel often. Maybe occasionally, but not everyday.

Jake doesn't know what got into him when he took his shoes off for you, or when he draped his blazer on your shoulders, or why he took your heels and held it for you. What he does know, is that he enjoys the way your lips purse and a light shade of pink dusted over your cheeks. Or how you pull his blazer tighter around your body and sub-consciously loop your arm around his again.

You two never really got to go through the proper high school experience, your parents forced you to go to a strict school with strict rules, they didn't even have celebrations.

Jake always imagines what it would be like to go to a dance, prom, maybe? Full of fun, dancing, and definitely you. You had a similar vision. Chugging down punch or soda and dancing crazily together until you both get sick and throw up in the bathroom.

Prom was like a mutual yearning for the both of you.

God, how you would kill to have a normal high school experience.

"You know," Jake starts, "this feels like I'm walking you home after prom."

You can't stop the grin from reaching your lips, giving into it and letting out a soft laugh. Softly, you elbow his side, "Corny."

There are a few laughs here and there after that, but overall just comforting silence that goes throughout the night. The crickets that echo throughout the night are your only noises, and the few cars rushing by. You two come to a stop at a random bench by a streetlamp, settling there until you realize it's time to go back to the party.

You realize it, but you just don't want to let go of the moment.

You feel Jake hook his leg under yours, swinging them together in sync as you rest and stare into the night sky. Tonight isn't that much of a pretty night, no stars, barely a moon, but that's alright, you're enjoying the most of it.

You turn your head away from the boring black sky, instead facing the mot interesting thing you find in life. Jake is staring down at your swinging legs, smiling at the sight. He fiddles softly with your fingers, caressing and tracing them as if they were one of the most precious things in the world.

Your eyes trail from your tangled legs, to your tangled hands, all the way up to Jake's face, tracing each and every detail with your gaze. You don't remember when he matured, you only remember the fluffy cheeked bowl cut Jake when you two were still middle schoolers. Now all that cheek has become more defined, especially his jaw, you can't help but admire him. He was like a piece of art. Your favorite piece of art.

For the second time that night, you focus on his hair, and ought to run your hands through them once again. To pull him into your embrace as he rests on you, to simply relax and twirl his strands around your fingers.

It seems like whenever you're staring at his hair, Jake just startles you with his eyes, still glossy, but this time they hold something different.

They admire you just as much as yours admire him.

Slowly, as if an unspoken agreement, you lean in closer to his face. His breath close to your cheek sets goosebumps trailing your body, and his touch now on your neck warms you inside.

Your eyes flit between his eyes and lips, oh those plump, soft lips you dream of. You would never admit it, but you have had many urges to crash your own upon them.

And that's exactly what you do. Though, crash isn't the right word to describe it. They press together softly more than recklessly, pulling into a soft lock, something much more than just platonic love being poured into it. Pure bliss and love are being poured like gentle and calm rivers, the ones you find clear and beautiful in parks. It runs faster as Jake tilts your head to kiss you closer, lips wrapped up in the warmth of yours. It feels like home to him.

Jake is absolutely perfect, you decide, despite all the many nights spent together breaking down, left for each other to pick the other up, it makes him perfect.

He thinks you're the most flawless thing he's ever seen, despite all the gems and crystals he sees in most parties, you're the brightest one shining, he could never find any jewel more valuable than you.

You pull away with one last soft lock of your lips, but stay close and ghost them together. You find his eyes the shining the most you have ever seen in the 10 years you have spent with him, one different emotion fluttering behind them. Love.

You surely don't feel that big of a person when you're at these big rich parties, even if everyone knew of your name. But kissing your best friend and being the one he sees, he loves, being his, you feel like you could rule the world.

You know you're his after this. How could you not? The way he breaks out into a very bashful smile when you leave one last peck on his lips, the way he holds you so close. There was no way he couldn't be yours after this.

A week later you have a very sleepy boyfriend on your couch, his head resting on your lap as you play softly with his hair. Nothing is all that different, except for all the kisses he steals when reaching up to you. And of course, the corny lines being thrown at each other as a competition to see who can come up with the cheesiest, most disgusting pick up line ever.

"I want to wrap you in my arms and make you my baerito."

"Ugh Jake that was just straight but bad! Not even funny or cheesy!"

Jake simply laughs, and wraps his arms around you just as he claimed to have wanted to, mumbling how he agreed into your forehead.

Being in his arms, you feel like you could fight everything that would try to hurt your lover, but for now you stick to the playful pokes he gives to your stomach and sides.

[thedaredevilsgirl]

Dear Teacher - Part 2

warnings: teacher and student relationship (The reader is between 19 and 25 years old and please don't get involved with your teachers) angst,fluff, smut (fingering, unprotected sex -Please use a condom- dirty talk)

Word count: 3342 (surely the most I have ever written)

N/A: Hey, many people were asking, so I brought you part two of dear teacher, I hope you like it.I am creating a taglist, message me if you want to be added 💖💖

Part 1

When Tom woke up on Saturday morning he was disappointed to realize that you were no longer there, for a moment he thought that maybe it had all been a dream or just his imagination playing with him, but something inside him knew that no, that the incident had really happened.

"Incident" was how Tom was referring to the whole of Friday night. It had been a bad idea, he knew, meeting you at that bar, inviting you to sit with him, kissing you, taking you to his apartment, and everything that happened after that. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it.

MONDAY:

 Tom was nervous. It was the first time he had seen her since Friday and he still didn't know how to handle it.

You walked into the auditorium that morning and it seemed that fate loved to play with you as the two of your gazes met almost instantly, he swallows dryly and you blush before quickly looking away and running to your seat at the back of the room.

 "Good morning everyone" He says starting his class, everyone in the room answers him quickly.

 "Good morning Mr. Holland" Cindy, one of your students, says cheerfully "Looks like you had a great weekend" she points to a small purple spot on your neck, all the students start laughing as soon as she notices it. You sink into your chair, wanting to hide, mortified with embarrassment, remembering very well that you made that mark on Tom who was blushing in front of everyone's eyes.

"Anyway" he huffs loudly taking the students' attention back to class "I've corrected your Brontë sisters' papers, I'm happy to say that we got very good grades, but only one got a top grade, I'll give it back to you Wednesday" he says before continuing his lesson. 

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The class passes slowly, like torture for both of them, they just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. They needed to talk about what they had done, but they were more than happy not to do that today.

"That's all for today, remember to turn in your next paper on Monday and get ready for the debate next month, see you all on Wednesday" he says to everyone as his class ends. Slowly the room starts to empty, but you can't get out as a hand grabs your wrist making you turn to see who it was.

"Y/N" Mike, the boy who had missed your date on Friday was standing there holding your hand "I just wanted to apologize again for not coming on Friday, I didn't mean to ruin your weekend kitten" he apologizes.

"It's okay, really, you didn't ruin my weekend" you answer politely.

"If you want" he says getting closer to you "We can reschedule, I promise I won't cancel this time" he gives you a conquering smile.

Tom settles back in his chair, moving his hands nervously across his lap. He didn't want to hear your conversation, but as soon as he heard no names being called he started to pay attention, he had no right to be jealous, you weren't his girl, but he hoped you wouldn't accept it, you deserved much better than that boy in front of you.

"Mike, I'm sorry, but I can't accept it" You say, trying to be polite and pulling away from him a little.

"Just a date kitten" Tom rolls his eyes from where he was sitting, did he not understand what no was?

"We better just be friends" you dismiss yourself before leaving the room.

"Girls" the idiot says before leaving the room.

TUESDAY:

Thomas only saw you once that day, talking to your friends in the hallways.

He felt your gaze on him, which made his heart beat faster, and when he returned your gaze you looked away, blushing at having been caught in the act.

As he lay in his bed that night, the memories came back, he was beginning to hate it. Avoidance and being avoided, the two of them should talk about what happened instead of pretending not to and acting like children.

WEDNESDAY:

You were pacing back and forth in the hallway, debating with yourself, trying to decide whether or not to go into that office.

This morning, as Tom walked around the room handing out corrected papers to his students, he left his paper on your desk whispering a congratulations before moving on to the next student. You saw the top grade written on the first page and a little yellow post-it note placed there saying "Meet me in my office at 18:00, please".

It was still 17:50, you could still get away from there and that conversation, but you didn't want to, as nervous as you were you knew what you needed to do. You knock on the door and open it just as you hear a "come in" coming from inside.

"You came" he says getting up from his chair and gives you a shy smile.

"You asked..."

"I didn't think you would actually come."

"I think we really should talk Mr. Holland" you says nervously looking down at her own feet so she doesn't have to face him.

"Mister Holland?" He asks "I thought i asked to call me Tom"

"I can't do that"

"I understand" His voice, there was something different in it, hurt perhaps.

A silence fills the room for a few minutes before he begins to speak.

"I'm sorry about Friday."

"Why are you apologizing?" You asks without understanding.

"I just...thought you..." He sighs walking over to stand in front of your desk, only a few steps away from you.

"I don't regret what we did" You speak as soon as you realize where your speech was going.

"No?" He finally looks directly at you.

"No, my God, I loved every part of that night" a small smile appears on his lips which fades soon after as you continue to speak "But that doesn't mean it wasn't wrong, we shouldn't have let it get to that point".

"I know it wasn't, I know...it was so wrong"

For some reason it was painful to be in that room without being able to touch him again.

"I really wish I wasn't your teacher" he walks towards you "To have met you at another time, maybe then I could have had you to myself, take you out without fear of anyone seeing us, hold your hand, kiss you" His hand caresses your face and you close your eyes leaning in to feel his touch more "I wanted so much Y/N, I wanted to make you my girl...I really like you"

"Thomas, I like you too..." You sigh, your heart aching with every word spoken "But sometimes liking isn't enough for two people to stay together."

"I know, and that's the part that hurts the most" He forehead rests against yours, both of you with your eyes closed, in-between sloshed breaths that were already mingling, Tom felt a tear run down his cheek, your mouths so close "Y/N..."

"Thomas..."

"Tom man, we are late, your brothers will kill us if we are late again" Someone says opening the door suddenly just as you and he are about to kiss. The two of you quickly walk away panting for breath trying to recover from the moment, Tom quickly wipes the tear from his face. A tall blond man that you had seen other times in the halls together with Tom looks at you not understanding anything.

"Am I interrupting something?" the blond man asks suspiciously.

"No" the two of you answer quickly.

"Harrison, this is my student, Y/N" Tom introduces the two of you, perhaps as a way to change the subject "Y/N, this is Harrison Osterfield, professor in the physics department and my best friend".

"It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Y/N" He extends his hand to greet her " I have heard Tom compliment you several times, always saying that you are the best student in your class".

"My pleasure Mr. Osterfield" you shake his hand "I think he is just exaggerating a lot, anyway, I better go, I don't want to get in the way anymore, bye" you take your things and leave the room leaving the two men alone there.

"Wait a moment" He say to Harrison before coming after you.

He holds your wrist and makes you look at him, honestly he almost didn't care anymore that the two of you were standing in the middle of the empty university hallway.

"Y/N please" he says.

"Please what?" you say hurt "Do you want me to stay here? To fight for a passion that is doomed to fail? Something that could end my life at this university or end your career?

"Don't talk like that, we can make it work" he says hurt.

"I wish I was brave enough to try, I swear I do" you let go of his hand "But I'm not, it was just one night stand sex and as much as I like you I know that the sooner we get over it and move on the better, for both of us" you turn and walk away, leaving Tom standing there alone in the hallway with his hurt.

THURSDAY:

Your heart was still hurting. Last night you collapsed on your knees as soon as you got to your dorm room and let the tears finally fall, you were lucky you didn't have a roommate so you could cry all day long without having to answer questions about why you were so bad. And you cried until your eyes hurt, screamed against your pillow until your throat burned, let the sadness leave your body until you finally gave in to tiredness and went to sleep.

Tom was no better off than you, he spent the whole dinner with your family quiet while everyone else at the table talked, he wished so much that he wasn't in love with you, he wished it really had only been one-night stands, maybe then he wouldn't feel like he could die at any moment if he didn't have you by his side.

In different places, but sharing the same pain.

FRIDAY:

Tom looked across the room at you, his eyes red and his expression sad, it looked like you had been crying all night, and you really had, he wanted to go over there and hug you and tell you that everything would be okay, but he couldn't.

If they had thought Monday's class had been torture, this was something worse. Tom gave his class trying to avoid looking in your direction, while you couldn't pay attention to anything that was being said, you just wanted to go back to your room and cry some more. It was the last class of the day so you ran to your room as soon as it was over.

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Tom was tapping his pen frantically on his desk, he should have been correcting his students' work but his mind was elsewhere and his head hurt like it was going to explode at any moment.

"Okay, what the fuck is going on?" Harrison asks, he was with Tom in his office and was starting to get irritated with his best friend.

"What?" Tom asks waking up from his thoughts.

"Tom you've been acting weird all fucking week, you spent the entire Wednesday dinner quiet a thing you don't often do."

"I don't know what you are talking about" he pretends to be paying attention to the papers in front of him.

"Does it have anything to do with that girl who was here?" he asks curious, Tom doesn't answer which only confirms Harrison's thoughts "Oh my god, it has everything to do with her doesn't it?".

"I really don't want to talk about it"

"You like her, that's why you're all emotional, because you can't be with her" Harrison speaks and Tom wonders when did his best friend get so good at unraveling his feelings.

"I had sex with her on Friday" Tom admits at once, his friend had already figured out pretty much everything so there was no reason to keep secrets anymore.

"WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME THAT?" he practically shouts.

"Can you keep it down please, you're acting like a teenager, we passed that stage a long time ago and I don't want the whole campus to find out."

"I'm not the one acting like a teenager, you are, getting all angry and quiet over something that can easily be resolved" Harrison rolls his eyes as he states the obvious.

"She doesn't want me Harrison, she likes me, but she doesn't want me, she's scared and I can't judge her because I am too, this could destroy my teaching career and end her reputation here"

"Tom, isn't she one of the students graduating this year?" Harrison asked even though he already knew the answer.

"Yeah"

"Dude, she's graduating in less than 5 months and you're telling me that the two of you can't keep this relationship a secret for 5 months?"

"I..." Tom hadn't stopped to think about it.

"I'm sure you two can make it work."

"What if she's not willing to try?"

"You should at least try, Holland, go out there and fight for your girl" He encourages his friend.

"I think you are right, I will do it".

"Of course I'm right" He smiles smugly "Anyway, I don't want to have to put up with your sadness any longer" He says laughing.

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It was almost midnight when you hear someone knocking on your dormitory door, you get out of bed and go to open the door.

"Thomas what are you doing here?" You ask as you see him standing outside, he walks into your dorm still without giving any explanation, you close the door and turn to see him "What kind of idiotic idea is this to come to my dorm, someone could see you here, how would we explain this?" You ask in an agitated manner.

Tom doesn't answer at first, he just looks at you, the baggy sweatshirt too big for your body, the hair tied back with a few strands falling in front of your face and the glasses on the end of your nose, and he can't resist. He walks toward you and kisses you, holding your face between his hands, his hands against your chest as you respond to his kiss, his heart beating hard in his chest and the sense of relief that he is kissing you again after what seems like the longest week of his life.

"I'm sorry" he says pulling away "I didn't come to do this, I just wanted to talk and..."

"It's okay" he fixes his glasses on his face.

"Y/N, I really like you, this is so stupid, I just... I want to try this, it's only five months until you graduate, we can make it...

"Tom" you try to interrupt him but he keeps talking non-stop.

"...to do this, I'm sure it wouldn't be easy at first and it's not the kind of relationship that's ideal or the relationship that someone like you deserves..."

"Tom" calls him again.

"But I'm willing to try, for you, for us, I want to try..." You kiss him again making him stop talking.

"I'm willing to try Tom" you say between kisses and he smiles "For us"

"I didn't think you would accept, I was already preparing myself for a no" you both laugh.

He sits down on your bed and pulls you to sit on his lap with each leg on one side of your body, he takes the glasses off your face and places them on your desk before kissing you.

"Damn, I missed that" he sighs between the kiss.

"It's literally only been a week" you say smiling.

"Really? It's felt like forever" he kisses you more intensely this time, his hands gripping your hips tightly making you move over his lap, the kisses slide down your face to your neck, you throw your head back.

"Tom" you say his name as a plea, his hands slide up your thigh squeezing you firmly.

"What do you want princess?" He asks with his head in the curve of your neck before leaving a small bite in that region.

"You, Thomas, I need you" you slowly roll over in his lap feeling his already hard length under you "please".

He smiles smugly at your response. Your sweatshirt is removed leaving you in just your panties and Tom lays you down on your bed placing his body on top of yours .

"This has been the most torturous week of my life" he removes the rest of his clothes and throws them on the floor "I couldn't get you out of my mind" he leaves a kiss on her neck exactly where he had "I thought about how I wanted to feel you again" the kisses descend to the top of her breasts and one of his hands grab her thigh wrapping her leg around his waist while the other goes down to her intimacy pulling her panties apart just enough for two fingers to touch them "That pussy is so wet, all this for me honey? "

"Yes, all for you Tom" he smiles at her answer before penetrating her with his fingers causing a quiet moan to come from her lips.

"Good girl."

"Your girl" you sigh ecstatic with pleasure.

"Fuck" Tom kisses you again, your words making him even harder than he already was "Say that again " he thrusts his fingers inside you reaching that wonderful spot inside you.

"I.Am.Your.Girl."

"My girl."

He had barely started and you were already so close, but he doesn't let you get there, teases you to the edge before stopping and doing it all over again.

"Please stop teasing me, I'm so close" you beg.

"No princess, I want you to cum around my dick" He says pulling his fingers out of you and removing your panties before turning you both over on the bed making you stand on top, he sits against the headboard as you rest your hands on his shoulders "now ride me like the good girl I know you are".

You sit on his member feeling him fill you completely, you both moan the moment you are finally together, standing still for a moment to get used to his size. Moving slowly until you finally get into a rhythm.

"So so good" he moans, his hand gripping her throat the way he remembered he had made her go crazy last time "So beautiful riding my dick" his other hand leaves a slap on her ass making her moan his name out loud as she throws her head, back rolling over in his lap .

"Tom I'm so close" you say as he gives you a push with his hips making his cock hit your G-spot, his hand making circular motions against your clit this time.

"Come to me then baby" he says and with a few more movements you are enjoying his wrist making you come next, your head falls on his shoulder and he spreads kisses down your neck as you recover from your recent orgasm.

•─────✧─────•─────✧─────•

You were wearing your shirt now, your head lying on his chest as he stroked your hair.

"You'll still be here when I wake up, right?

"Well this is my dorm so I can't leave" you say as a joke.

"I'm serious Y/N" he says laughing.

"Yeah, I'm not going anywhere" you smile fondly returning to lie on his chest closing your eyes almost falling asleep with his affection.

"Good, I don't want you to leave, I want you forever" he kisses the top of your head before falling asleep with you in his arms, no goodbyes this time.

[yostresswritinggirl]

Mirror Flower, Water Moon

I don't usually write for event centered fics in my whole writing journey, but this was a majestic visual Mihoyo gave, and one that gave way into seeing more of our beloved Yaksha. I figured it's time I give in to the soft feelings in my heart to write this. I hope you enjoy.

Pairings -> Xiao x Reader

Themes -> Lantern Rite Festival, fluff, Xiao might be OOC

Event -> Masterlist

'His smile is really pretty.'

This specific cliff had always been your spot and yours alone ever since. When the locals and tourists wish to participate in the Lantern Rite in the Harbour, you found the view from this upscale to be much better, seeing the whole festivities in its entirety as the people light up their lantern.

Even here the Mingxiao lantern's view feels like a first class priority seat.

This place is your little secret. And now you share it with this beautiful young man.

Even from this distance slightly behind his seated position, you can see the golden glow of his eyes that reminds you of a lit xiao lantern. 'That's not where you should be looking,' you pull your gaze away from the enigma in front of you to hoist the lantern neglected on your hand.

Already lit up and wished upon as you lift it with a slight wave upward. Its glow touches your face with a slight warmth as it drifts away, passing the young man almost mockingly before joining the sea of lights over the night's blanket.

You watched his eyes gaze curiously at the passing lantern before he swirls around on his place, amber orbs widened in shock at the sight of you in the vicinity. This was your spot, but you couldn't help but think you're the one intruding, "Sorry to bother, I usually go to this spot to light my lantern."

He mumbles incoherent words under his breath as you confidently walked forward now that your cover is blown, a respectable distance between you as you teethered over the cliff's edge. The stranger shifts, you hear him stand. "You shouldn't stand so close to the edge."

There was no hint of realization or knowing surprise in the way you look at him, and with this Xiao realized you're one of those in Liyue harbor who do not recognize the form of the Yaksha. He feels oddly comforted by this fact. "The Rite is about to end, you should light up your lantern soon."

"I... don't have a lantern." You both turn to the opposite of your main hand, an unlit xiao lantern hanging by it.

A second passes before you're bounding towards him with vigor and a face too friendly for someone you don't know, intent on letting him use the lantern as you set the candle inside aflame. It all transitioned so fast that by the time he had snapped out of his stupor, Xiao already has a pencil on his hand and the hanging paper where one supposedly writes their wishes dangles in front of him.

"Don't worry, I won't look! Wishes like these don't come true if others see them, after all! I'll hold it up for you as you write-"

"A chance to find love-?"

You pulled away the piece of paper out of his hand in horror to see in full view the wish you were for sure already floated up in the sky with the others. You lit up the wrong lantern, and this handsome man just saw the most embarrassing wish you had asked for in all of your other lantern rite wishes. "Please, just- just forget about it aaaa! Here, here-"

You turn the paper to face the blank side to him, your flushed face hidden behind the lantern. "Just write at the back, at least your wish would come true if I don't see it."

If you weren't so embarrassed, and if he wasn't so comfortable, you would have been witness to his gentlest and most honest smile in his whole existence. His wish was short and precise. And as you both hoist up the lantern, his childlike wonder manifests into his curious gaze once more.

You stood there triumphant to share your spare lantern with someone. Another wish sent to the adepti, another wish they would hopefully listen to.

"That's enough dilly dallying for me," Xiao watched as you stretched your limbs, only now realizing the existence of a poke stick grasped in your hand. He's seen this one before, something to easily pick garbage off the streets. "Those fallen lanterns won't be picking themselves up. It was nice meeting you, sir!"

Normally it would have been easy for you to leave after being satisfied by the grand display. Really, you shook your head with rough pats to your cheeks as you pulled your reluctant legs to start walking, you're thinking too much about these! It must be the festival blues!

Yet as you strayed away from the cliff towards the outskirts where the lanterns usually fall from the Harbour, you find the stranger by your side, eyes distant yet composure still held. Elegantly, with a side of bashfulness.

When you looked at him to ask if there was something he needed, you find his beautiful irises already staring at you. Much beautiful up close, mesmerizing, hypnotizing.

"Monsters don't stop to celebrate festivals, it's too dangerous to be out and about at this time of night," he holds out his gloved hand, head slightly turned to side to stare just next to your ear, "Let me keep you safe. As thank you, for the lantern."

And at your easy acceptance, he looked content.

Just like you.

You wonder what he wished for, and if it would come true.

Thanks for the fucking lantern rite, Mihoyo :') Finally went past my tsun phase to write you a CNY special, have a fun month uwu this is the last bit of my Xiao streak and crumbs of fluff, we go back to angst

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[hanjizung]

♡ Dreamy Welcome. ♡

Lee Minho x Reader.

Word count:  4.4K

♡ Warnings ♡: SMUT; (mentions of) orgasm control, fingering, masturbation, (a bit of) exhibitionism, creampie, breeding kink, basically just love making, pet names.

Hello! im back with another request from when i reblogged this promp list ! [8) “If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”] hope you enjoy!

You had been missing Minho a lot since he went on tour, missed everything about him; his voice, his laugh, his smile, the way he called your name, how he hugged you and kissed you on the forehead after teasing you… His whole absence felt weird, it wasn’t killing you but you missed him a lot, you needed him back as soon as possible.

There was an unwritten list of things you wanted to do with him once he was back; first you had to hug him, tell him how much you had missed him while kissing his face and making him feel a little shy from all the affection you were giving him in front of his members, then you would steal him and take him to your house for a movie night where the only thing you would actually focus on is going to be take care of him, massage him if he wants, play with his hair and cuddle with him on your couch until he fell asleep, and the last thing on your list was to make him fuck you senseless.

Of course the two of you had the occasional phone sex, it was mostly him hiding in the bathroom between practices and telling you to touch yourself for him, moaning his name but never cumming, because he said that he wanted you to cum on his cock, he wanted to be the one to give you an orgasm that would have you seeing stars.

That was the promise he made during one of those calls late at night that had you feeling needy and in not a very good mood for the next day, it made you feel frustrated that you stayed always at the edge, but you were equally proud that you hadn’t broken his one rule.

The day he called you and told you with a happy voice that his last concert was in 3 more nights and that in two days after that you would be able to see him, you exploded. When you went to work you got asked multiple times what had happened that you couldn't stop smiling, making you laugh and lie to them that you were just excited for something that happened to one of your cousins or something like that.

It was a more contrastive mood than how you behaved last week, bags under your eyes, eyes semi closed from how tired you were and not so happy because your beautiful boyfriend required a session of self love where he got to edge you multiple times. Twice, to be more precise, the sudden change surprised everyone at your workplace. You seemed more energetic and focused, you did all your work with a smile on your face and you sang during your break when you ate.

You asked your boss if you could leave earlier one day, and seeing how competent you were behaving he accepted, wishing you good luck and telling you that he expected you to stay working as efficiently as possible and that he was happy with your work pace. You simply nodded, not hearing much of his speech because everything that was in your mind was your beautiful boyfriend.

Days passed quickly and you found yourself showering at 4 am to be able to go and receive your boyfriend and the rest of your friends in time. You would be done getting ready at 5, then had to get a taxi to the airport and then you would be able to spend the day with all of them, just like you wanted.

The early morning was cold, and you were thankful that you decided to wear an appropriate coat to protect yourself from the weather. You placed your hands together out of nervousness, anticipating the moment that all of them would arrive, walking through their fans and following the staff to where their vans were parked.

True… you couldn't run to Minho and wrap your arms around him. You had to keep the black mask above your nose and the dark glasses to avoid raising suspicion and pretend to be another staff member. Your relationship was a secret…

Sighing, a plane finally landed and the giant bodyguards that you sometimes brought candies to started walking towards it, you running not too far from them and breathing in to try and control your excitement, failing momentarily when you saw a group of men walk out followed by some other people close behind them. You recognized each one of your friends as soon as they walked out, they wore comfortable clothes and they seemed to be needing some more rest.

The real staff instructed them to go to the previously prepared cars, and you rushed to find your dance machine boyfriend.

You waited for Changbin, Jisung and Seungmin to get inside the car, Minho noticed you and he got in, waiting for you to close the door after you hopped in to hug you and pull you close to him in a loving manner. In the front seats, there was one of the bodyguards and the designated driver. You snuggled closer to Minho, he whispered "I missed you a lot" for you to hear only and he kissed your forehead gently, making you feel incredibly happy.

Not even 10 minutes inside the car, and soft snores could be heard, Minho's weight felt heavy in your side, but you didn't care, you were happy knowing that from that day he would get to rest for a long period of time, and you expected to spend a lot of time with him.

The stillness of the car made you open your eyes, rubbing them to get accustomed to the sun rays filters through the clear front window and you realized that you had finally arrived at the dorms. The bodyguard opened the door for you, giving you his hand to help you out. You shook Minho gently to help him wake up, yawning when he looked at you with disoriented eyes, and then you took the waiting hand to wait for them outside.

When all of them were outside the car, you helped them walk to their corresponding dorm, helping Minho walk with closed eyes because he wasn't fully awake, and when you finally got to your destination, the door was unlocked and there was a mountain of baggage and bags ready to unpack, but that would be a problem for later. In the kitchen, sitting with his laptop in front of him was Chan, he gave a low "good mornin" when he saw who had arrived, continuing to do whatever it was that he had on display in the screen in front of him. You nodded, silently greeting him and then walked to Minho's shared room. He plopped down on his bed, moving and patting the side next to him for you to lay down next to him, and you did.

"I missed you" you whispered, burying your face in his chest and hugging him tightly, making him chuckle quietly.

"I missed you too, hot stuff" he whispered back, looking down at you and patting your back gently.

The two of you stayed like that, there was no need to speak any more words, you were finally holding him, you were finally in his arms and you felt so loved. This was your safe place.

With those thoughts in your head, you dozed off again, your breathing almost syncing with Minho's steady one.

You had a beautiful dream with him, it started with you sitting on the porch of your childhood home observing the street until a younger looking Minho appeared and took your hand. He guided you to the insides of the place that used to be your home. He kissed you playfully at first, then he took your face with his hand and held you in place as the heat of the kiss increased and moments later he was eating you out in the kitchen aisle.

You were enjoying the dream probably a little too much, because you were woken up suddenly by your boyfriend's hands on your shoulder, moving you gently to bring you back to the real world.

"Seems like you had an interesting dream, didn't you?" he said. You blushed, hitting him gently on his chest and groaning.

"Maybe I wouldn't dream such things if someone," you shoot him a glare "didn't get me all worked up and then didn't allow me to cum" you complained, making him laugh. You were daring him, and you knew that, but you needed to know how much he would wait until he finally gave you what you wanted and fucked you hard like he'd done before he left.

"Oh, really, baby? It's my fault, then?" he asked. You pouted and nodded, looking at him with needy eyes. "Then I must do something to reward you for being so good, right?" his hand snaked on your tummy, getting to the edge of your shirt and going under it until it reached your breast.

His hand squeezed you, gaining a sigh from you. Two of his fingers played with your nub moment later, he shifted so he would be on his side and able to play with you, his lips finding a home in your neck and kissing you lazily, the caress of his lips against your skin and the sensation of him teasing your nipoles felt amazing, it was enough for you to start getting wet and your breathing to turn irregular, but all that ended when Jisung shamelessly opened the door.

"Hey guys, who's awake already? Does anyone wanna watch a movie?" he asked no one in particular, Minho's movement stopped and his arm quickly moved to wrap around your waist, his head fell against his pillow and you closed your eyes again to pretend to still be asleep. It was almost as if nothing between the two of you had happened, which would actually seem like it were true if both your hearts weren't racing from almost being caught.

You heard movement from the other side of the room, you recognized Hyunjin's steps passing through the door accompanied with a humm and later Seungmin's voice was heard, answering Jisung who was still standing by the entrance.

"I'm kinda hungry. I'll join if we order something to eat" he said, the sound of feet against the floor letting you know he was ready to leave the room.

"Sure, let's try to convince Chan to pay," Jisung responded, waiting for Seungmin to walk with him to the living room, but when Seungmin reached him, Jisung didn't move. "Shouldn't we wake Minho and ask him if he wants something as well?"

"Nah, he stayed up the whole flight I think, and besides, he's with Y/N. Let's order something for them and let them sleep," Seungmin said, his tired voice making it clear that he didn't want to deal with trying to wake Minho up.

The answer seemed to be enough for Jisung, and the two of them left, closing the door behind them. Just then, you allowed yourself to sigh in relief.

Next to you, Minho rolled on his side, his back now at you making you confused. "What are you doing?" you asked.

"You heard them, they think we're asleep, so we might go back to sleep again, don't you think?" he responded, his tone still low. You whined, hugging his whole body as best as you could, your mouth reaching his ear to whisper to him:

"But I'm so wet… are you really going back to sleep and leave me like this?" you cried to him, you knew he could feel you putting on the tone of voice you decided to use, but he didn't say anything, so you tried your luck again.

"Please, if you're not going to fuck me at least finger me, I've missed you so much… I've been waiting for you to use me for so long" you continued, begging with a low voice and pressing your lips against the shell of his ear, starting a trail of kisses down all the uncovered skin you could see, high diving yourself in your mind when you felt him shiver under your touch.

Minho finally sighed, giving in and turning so now he would be facing you, your eyes almost shone when his right hand went to your hip and his face got closer to yours to steal a passionate kiss that you now would end up making you feel like the world was spinning.

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips when both of you tried to recuperate your normal breathing, drawing a raised eyebrow from your boyfriend. You simply took his face with both of your hands and started kissing him again, suddenly one of your hands leaving his cheek to guide the hand resting on your hip to where you needed him most. If he noticed, he had been nice enough to not say anything.

Or that's what you thought, because then he broke the kiss and growled quietly, his fingers playing with the button of your jeans until he was able to open them and he wasted no more time, his slender digit slipping past your underwear and feeling all the wetness between your legs.

"Oh, Y/N, you're so fucking wet, kitten" he muttered. His hand moved away from where you wanted it to be, making you complain and furrow your eyebrows while he showed you his glistening finger before guiding it to your lips for you to lick it clean yourself. Minho rolled his eyes when you grabbed his hand and made it touch you again, you didn't care how needy you seemed, everything you could think of was how much you'd love for him to rail you.

His fingers started working on you, slowly caressing your clit and gathering your essence before he entered you, making you sigh. He was staring at you, silently admiring your features that showed just how good he was making you feel. You weren't looking at him, your eyes closed as you tried to focus on the way he was making you feel, but you didn't need to see him to know how much he was grinning, proud to have you biting your lip to not moan too loud. At some point your breathing got heavier and your legs started to tremble, the last signal meaning that you were close was when your walls embraced his fingers, your mouth opened as you found home in the ecstasy-like sensation, Minho tried to prolong it by over stimulating you.

After a moment, he finally removed his fingers from your inside and licked it clean from your juices while you recovered.

"Was that better?" he asked, gaining a humming from you as an answer.

"It was good, but I still want you to fuck me" you finally said, pouting. He opened his eyes wide, as if he was actually surprised, and said:

"You're so greedy, my needy baby wants something else besides my fingers, huh? Go clean yourself and let's go to your house then. I'll give you the best welcome back fuck of your life" he kissed your forehead, waiting for you to stand up after you heard what he said.

"Really?" you asked, full of hope. He nodded, and you almost jumped from the bed to run to the bathroom, standing in front of the door fixing your jeans before walking out the room, remembering that you weren't alone.

You made your way silently to the bathroom, saving your hand at Jeongin who apparently had gone to his room for something and happened to find you on his journey to go back to the living room. He seemed tired, as if he hadn't fully tested, but his memory worked just fine because before you entered the bathroom he told you that they were going to watch a movie and had called for some takeout food for everyone. You thanked him and got inside to do what you had to do.

An hour later, you found yourself cuddling Mingo on the only individual couch after eating and watching a comedy with the rest of the members. Some were on their phone, some still eating and others were cuddling just like you were. It was a relaxed night, and you were having a good time, but the words Minho had told you earlier resonated in your head and your pussy was louder than your heart, screaming at you to act out and make Minho take you home to complete his promise.

Covered with a blanket, your hand snaked down his form and entered his joggers, feeling up his cock. You weren't looking at him to know his reaction, but he quickly squeezed you as a warning to not continue your devilish plans.

You didn't care, continuing to tease him until he got hard enough and that's when you pressed yourself against him. He sighed, but pushed himself against you almost as if encouraging you to keep going.

"Stop, Y/N. We'll leave after the movie is over" he whispered, trying to get you to reason with him.

The answer he got was you pulling his joggers and boxers down with one hand carefully, freeing his hardened cock from its prison and wrapping your hand around him, making him hiss. One of his hands went to your neck, pulling your head back to tell you one last thing.

“Kitten, if you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat when we get to your house" he murmured, quiet enough for you to listen to his words only.

If you were going to be punished, you might as well continue what you started.

Minho's hold on you tightened when he realized that you had set your mind on torturing him, you knew the risk of possibly getting caught was high and that it made everything way more exciting, but all your tries at being subtle and not drag any attention to the both of you were affecting him horribly. He hated how you ceased all movement when someone shifted or how you tensed when everyone stopped talking was like pure hell for Minho.

His cock twitched, and he faked a yawn to hide the noise that came out of him. You took advantage of it, and played along with it.

"Oh, you're still tired? We should go back to your room so you can sleep, don't you think?" you whispered, long enough for the rest of the members to hear.

Minho caught up with what you were doing, faking another yawn and hugging your body as if you were a plushie. He nodded, and you fixed his clothes quickly so the two of you could stand up.

Minho had other plans, and stood up with you in his arms, the blanket covering his boner. Everyone's eyes were on you two, so you said goodnight and entered the shared room again. Once inside, he didn't even turn the light on, walking straight to the bed after closing the door and dropping you there.

"I can't believe you're making me break Chan's 'no fucking in the dorms' rule" he said, taking his shirt off. You laughed, starting to undress as well.

"As if you really cared about rules" you said, opening your arms for him when you and him were finally fully naked.

"You're right, I only care about you and fucking you. You'll get your punishment later" he replied, hovering over you and positioning his member at your entrance, pressing your foreheads together as he slowly entered you. He kissed you before he started slamming into you, trying to maintain your moans to a minimum so the whole 'going to sleep' act could still be believable to your friends.

With your arms thrown around his neck and your legs hugging his waist, you felt the happiest, like you were in heaven. Finally, Minho was filling you with his cock, making you feel like he was the missing piece in your life that left a hole in your constant day to day with his sole absence, but now he was back, fucking you, kissing you; loving you, and it made your head and your heart swim with happiness, because he was back and you would have him like before he left.

He was thrusting you carefully, slowly but not too much to make you feel bored or annoy you, it was almost the right speed to make the moment last longer, a try to be more passionate with you. Minho's grunts and your heavy breathing were all you cared about, you forgot about everything outside the door, but the way your reasonable side made you moan quietly still brought a sense of reality to you, you whimpered and opened your mouth to exhale, his own breathing on your face making you open your eyes to look at him while he kept working, rocking his hips against yours and trying to make you cum for the second time of the day.

"I love you" you told him quietly, looking up at his sweaty face and pulling him in by his neck to kiss him lovingly like you meant to do when you saw him coming out of the plane.

Minho smiled against your lips, allowing his weight to fall on you and support himself on his left elbow, using his right hand to caress your cheek and move a strand of your hair that had gotten on your face so he could admire you better. When he finished the kiss, you thought he would return to the old position, supporting himself with both arms, but he didn't and instead he started kissing your whole face, making you giggle and close your eyes, with each kiss he left on your face you could say he tried to speed up to finally make you reach your well deserved orgasm, everything in that moment felt so intimate, and the addition of the kisses on your face and him gently cupping your cheek let you know this wasn't simple fucking anymore.

You would make a disgusted face at how cheesy it sounded, but in that very moment you couldn't describe the intimate activity as anything else than love making.

It wouldn't be the first time that Minho treats you as gentle as this, but something… felt different. You couldn't quite tell what it was, maybe because it had been months since you were with him, or because you missed him so much, but the ambient felt more mature in the aspect that you knew that his sweet whispers praising you and reminding you that he loved you as well and that you meant so much to him were not just words.

You wanted to cry, but you knew this wasn't the moment, your quiet moans mixed with giggles and adoring smiles disappeared when the new hard thrusting made your walls tighten around Minho's cock, and without any advice you came. You knew that there was a high percentage that the boys already knew what the two of you were up to thanks to the cracking of the bed and the specific noise of skin slapping sounds, but you still wanted to try and drown your moans to simulate that you were sleeping.

"Ah, baby…" Minho grunted, his face hiding in the crook of your neck to then whisper to you "I'm gonna cum…" followed by the twitching of his cock inside you.

"C-cum inside me, fill me up" you said back, your broken voice and tucked out features when he moved to see you being all he needed to release his seed inside you.

The warm sensation of his semen flowing in you made you smile, and your panting boyfriend pulled out of you to take the tissues box he hid under his bed for all occasions.

You looked at him when he kneeled in front of you to clean you, knowing how tired he actually was by the way his eyes were closing, and you appreciated how he still worried to clean you and not let you all sticky, very sweet of him.

The two of you dressed up lazily, this time laying in bed to sleep like you had said that you would do some time ago.

"I'm so happy you're back, I really missed you" you whispered, your hand resting flat on his chest as you listened to his heart beating under you.

"I'm glad to be back as well, kitten. I thought I would go crazy if I spent more days without seeing you" he joked, patting your head with his hand.

"Let's not think about it now, I had a hard time without cumming when you weren't here" he laughed at your words responding by squeezing you a bit.

"Well, if you're going to be this needy every time I come back, I don't mind leaving you as much" he said back, tone so serious that it scared you.

"You're not being serious, right?" you moved, looking at his face. He had his eyes closed, but the faint shadow of a smile creeping on his lips. He opened them to look at you before he answered you.

"Of course not, kitten. The last thing I want is to be away from you, it's so hard to be far from you when I love you this much" he finally said, making you sigh in relief and your heart throb inside your chest.

"It's not my fault that you love me so much, you're only guilty for making me love you so bad" you smiled, going back to resting on his chest.

"Shhh, you know, that I'm the best that's happened in your life, but we can talk about how awesome I am later, now sleep. I promise I'll be here when you wake up" he moved, shifting to press a kiss on your forehead.

"I hope so, you promised me the fuck of my life when we go to my house and I can't wait for that" you laughed, poking his side.

"We'll see when tomorrow comes, but sleep first. Good night, baby, I love you."

[cocobeanncteez]

ATEEZ Wooyoung- School President (Oneshot)

Genre: light angst, suggestive/steamy, high school au.

Pairing: SchoolPresident!Wooyoung x badgirl!reader

Warnings: none.

"Miss L/N, detention after school till 4 p.m." your chemistry teacher said, making you mentally groan. It was the last class of the day and you were dying to go home, but now you had to stay for an extra hour. All your classmates turned to look at you, but they weren't surprised. "You still haven't submitted the assignment."

"Can I just submit it tomorrow?" you asked in a bored tone.

"No, you were supposed to submit it a week ago," she said, gathering her stuff to leave the class. "Detention with Mrs. Hwang today." You heard people around you snicker. Well, fuck. Mrs. Hwang was the strictest teacher in school. Even you were scared of her despite your badass attitude.

You got up from your seat, leaving the classroom with an annoyed expression on your face.

"Detention again, Y/N?" your bestfriend asked as she made her way to you with your other friends.

You rolled your eyes. "Ms. Jang will never fucking let me live in peace. I'll see you guys tomorrow," you said, making your way to detention.

You were surprised to find the room empty. Usually, there would always be about three or five students. Since no one was here, you decided to ditch; you would skip school the next day so that your teachers will forget about it. You turned around to leave, but ended up bumping into someone, slightly startling yourself.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at your school president and heartthrob—also called 'senior's eye candy' at your school—Jung Wooyoung.

You had to admit, he was certainly the most handsome guy you've ever seen. Jung Wooyoung was absolutely perfect. Every girl wanted him and every guy wanted to be him. You were sure half your school tried to hit on him despite the fact that he has a girlfriend.

"Unfortunately, I'm here to make sure that you won't escape detention as Mrs. Hwang is busy, so take a seat," he said, moving around you to sit on a chair and taking a notebook out of his bag.

You always found Jung Wooyoung very interesting. Other guys like him—the nerdy ones—can't even talk to you, let alone look you in the eye. Jung Wooyoung was the complete opposite.

You sat on one of the chairs, immediately taking your phone out.

"You can't use your phone here," Wooyoung said, not looking up at you from his notebook. "Why don't you complete your assignment?"

You scoffed. "And if I don't? What are you gonna do about it?"

"Nothing," he said, looking at you. "It's not affecting me in any way, so I don't care. However, Ms. Jang is gonna fail you again if you don't submit your assignment."

You knew he was right. And that annoyed you; you really just wanted to shut his pretty mouth up.

"Whatever," you mumbled, taking out a notebook and the assignment sheet to start working on the reactions you had to write.

However, you were completely blank. You didn't know or understand a word given on the sheet. You bit your lip as you stared at the sheet, wondering what to do.

Finally, you took out your phone and googled all the reactions, easily finishing the assignment in less than half an hour.

"You know, you won't be able to copy during finals," Wooyoung said, closing his notebook. "Even if you're copying now, at least learn what you've copied."

"I didn't ask for your comments," you retort. He was about to say something, but his phone rang.

"Hey, baby," he answered. " . . . I'm in charge of detention today . . . Oh, that's okay," his face fell slightly. " . . . No, it's alright. We can go some other day . . . Hmm, I love you too. Bye!"

You snorted, feeling bad for the boy. You were surprised someone as smart as him hasn't figured out that his girlfriend has been cheating on him. You've seen his girlfriend shoving her tongue down random people in the club, and hitting on people at your school. You remembered how shocked you were when you first found out that she was cheating on him; because why would anyone cheat on someone as perfect as Jung Wooyoung?

"You can leave now," Wooyoung said, getting up from his seat. "Detention is over." You nodded, leaving as fast as you can, just wanting to go home and sleep.

"Your grades aren't very bad, but they aren't great either, Y/N," your class teacher said. "You'll get into an average college with these grades. But I know you can do much better. So I've asked one of the prefects to tutor you in Chemistry and Physics."

You groaned. "Can I do it by myself?"

"You wouldn't do it by yourself," she said. "Anyway, Jung Wooyoung will be tutoring you. Discuss and decide your timings with him. I expect you to score well on the next exam. I do not want to see you fail in any subject again." Before you could say anything, the door to the staff room opened, revealing none other than Jung Wooyoung. "Ah, Wooyoung, I just told Y/N that you will be tutoring her," she said. "I'm expecting you to do a great job."

Wooyoung smiled. "I won't let you down, Mrs. Park. But Y/N must put in efforts or else there's no point," he stated in a polite tone, and you rolled your eyes.

"Yes, that's true," she turned to look at you. "I'm expecting nothing but your best efforts, Y/N." She's always expecting something, huh, you thought. You only smiled, bowing politely.

"I'll do my best."

-

"What the actual fuck is this?" you mumbled, staring at the lengthy derivation written in Wooyoung's notebook. He rolled his eyes, so tired of hearing you say that to literally everything you saw written in his notebook.

"Ah, why did they have to make me tutor you of all people?" he whined. "You clearly haven't paid attention in class for even half a second."

"No one told you to accept it," you said, ignoring his last comment.

"I had to," he scoffed, stretching his arms out, making you glance at the veins on his arms. "Extra credits, you know?"

"Nerd," you muttered under your breath. He heard you, but didn't say anything. He began teaching you how to derive it; you paid attention for the first few seconds before zoning out. When you zoned back in, he asked you to explain what he just explained. You bit your lip, thinking of what to say.

He sighed. "You didn't pay attention again."

"I zoned out, sorry."

"That's what you said for the previous derivation," he said, a disappointed look on his face while he packed up his things.

"You're leaving already?" you asked, glancing at the time on your phone; you still had twenty minutes left.

"I'm not going to waste my time teaching you right now," he said. "You clearly aren't in the mood to focus." You only scoffed, watching him leave the library. You bit your lip, feeling kinda bad for not paying attention when he was making an effort to teach you.

The look of disappointment he showed you had somehow made you determined to prove that you could focus and do better.

You were at Wooyoung's house, sitting on his bed and scrolling through your social media while waiting for him to finish changing out of his uniform. You spent an entire two weeks studying your ass off, and you were proud you made a big improvement, thanks to Wooyoung. He was quite surprised that you were actually making an effort to understand whatever he taught you. You both even became friends, and you were quite happy about that.

"I'm done," he said, coming out of his bathroom, making you look up from your phone. You held your breath at the sight of Wooyoung dressed in grey sweatpants and a black tank top. You couldn't stop yourself from checking him out: the veins running down his muscled arms, his exposed collarbones, his sharp jawline, his plump lips . . .

You were so immersed into checking him out, you didn't realize he was doing the same to you. He loved how your uniform skirt rid up your thighs, and how another two buttons on your shirt were unbuttoned, exposing a little bit of your cleavage. Before you knew it, he was slowly making his way towards you, eyes now locked with yours.

"Let's start, hmm?" he said with a smirk; he knew you were checking him out.

You clear your throat a little. "Yeah, let's start."

You spent the next half an hour trying to pay attention to whatever Wooyoung was teaching you. It didn't help that he absentmindedly placed his hand on your knee, or brushed your hand with his; he knew exactly what he was doing to you. Your mind kept wandering to the things you want him to do to you right now on his bed.

" . . . and now you should tell me," he leaned a little close to you with a smirk, making your heartbeat speed up. "Which formula should be used?"

"Fuck this," you muttered, pushing the books aside before straddling Wooyoung's lap.

"Took you long enough," he chuckled, and you crashed your lips on his. He instantly kissed you back, hands moving to grip your waist. You wouldn't admit it to anyone, but you have been dreaming about kissing Wooyoung the second he talked back to you a year ago.

You pulled away to litter his neck in kisses, sucking the skin gently. He groaned softly, making you smirk. "Fan of neck kisses?"

"You have no idea," he said, hands moving underneath your skirt to grip your bare inner thighs. He gave it a squeeze, making you involuntarily grind down on him. He moaned at the feeling, encouraging you to do it again. You moved your lips back to his, grinding on him even more. Wooyoung's hands slipped into your panties, grabbing your ass to help you grind down on him faster. The friction made you moan, craving for more. You tugged on his shirt, breaking the kiss to let him pull it off. You ran your hand down his toned torso in awe, loving the feeling of his abs beneath your fingertips. Your eyes widened at the tattoo above his hip bone. "You have a tattoo?!"

Wooyoung gripped your hips, moving you off of him so that he could hover over you. "Mhmm, bet you never expected the nerdy school president to have a tattoo, huh?" Your hands moved to his hair, playing it with while he began to kiss your neck, driving you crazy.

Wooyoung kissed down your chest till where your shirt was unbuttoned. He glanced up at you, fingers toying with the buttons. "Can I?" he asked. You nodded, letting him unbutton your shirt and slip it off you. You sucked in a breath when he ran his fingers over the lacy material of your bra.

"Take it off," you whined, making him chuckle.

"Patience, baby," he said, one hand gently rubbing your thigh.

But you really didn't have any patience right now.

You brought his lips to yours while you moved his hand to touch you where you desperately needed him, surprising him a little. He kissed you back hungrily while his finger moved on your clothed clit, applying pressure, making you get wetter. Your moans made him smirk; he loved how he was the reason behind it.

You both got startled at the sudden sound of his garage opening. He halted his movements, pulling away from you instantly.

"One of my parents is back from work," he said, quickly putting on his tank top and handing you your uniform shirt. You quickly buttoned it and straightened out your hair; you really did not want Wooyoung's strict parents to suspect anything since they already did not like the idea of him tutoring you in his final year of high school.

Wooyoung's father knocked on his bedroom door before opening it, finding you and Wooyoung busy writing equations.

"Oh, hey, dad! How was work?" Wooyoung asked with a sweet, innocent smile like as if he wasn't smirking a few minutes ago while touching you.

"Hello, Mr. Jung," you said politely.

"Hello, Y/N," he said. "Work was all right, as usual. How is your tutoring session going?"

"Good, dad," Wooyoung said, trying to control himself from smirking. "It's going really great."

[13thbaronzemo]

Baron Helmut Zemo/F!Reader

Rating E (Explicit)

Every day, at dinner time, you stumble over your feet on your way to serve the prisoners their meals. Well, there's only one prisoner you are in a hurry to serve: Baron Helmut Zemo.

He'd been brought to the Raft by the Dora Milaje of Wakanda themselves a fortnight ago and, ever since he greeted you with grateful eyes behind the bulletproof glass during his first dinner as a prisoner, you've been looking forward to seeing him again.

You weren't sure what to make of the man at first, the history and myths of him having reached your ears before he did. He has taken down the Earth's protectors through perseverance and planning alone. He had blue blood but still bled like the rest of the human race. Indeed, the baron was a fairy story you'd hear spoken of with fear, reverence, or both. While you had two more years to be stuck in here, you knew that the memories you were making with him would always stick with you. And, while he may be trapped behind bulletproof glass, you could never be able to escape Helmut Zemo's eyes.

Tonight was no different, or so you thought. As you rolled the trolley with a single tray still on it - his tray - towards its final destination. The food smelled good, but it always did. The baron did not only get his own separate, walled-off section to serve his sentence but his menu. He lived as luxuriously as a high-security prison would permit. Your mouth watered and your stomach fluttered at the thought of him letting you lick his fingers clean of the delicious treats. It was only a night ago that he had invited you to share his meal before and stuck his hand out through the narrow opening and fed you himself. You savored the treats, as the sounds he made as you suckled his skin.

"Good evening, Baron,” you greeted him trying not to sound too giddy. There were cameras and microphones everywhere safe for a few blind spots that you took advantage of to indulge in his touch and taste. Even so, you could never be too careful.

“Good evening, my dear,” he stood up, that signature smirk already spread across his face. “Always a sight for sore eyes,” he said to you once again, but you don’t believe you’d ever get tired of hearing it or seeing him devour you with his eyes before you even slide the dinner tray through the opening in the otherwise sealed door. “I see we have Turkish delight and cherry blossom tea for dessert tonight.” Then, taking the tray, he brushed his fingers against yours and winked.

Leaning against the glass on one side as he rested against the bars on the other, you listened to him talk about the latest show he caught on his retro radio. The tale of the French sailors lost at sea and forsaking their humanity was riveting. Yet again, he could’ve been describing the mind-numbing dishwashing you would be doing later for all you cared. You were sure that his deep, decadent voice would make it sound exciting.

While returning the tray with a handful of Turkish delights left for you to treat yourself with, he asked: “What time is it?” When you answered that it was nearly 7 PM, he wrapped both of his hands around your wrist and whispered: “Thank you for dinner, my dear.” Then, as his grip on you got tighter, you blinked and the blue of his uniform turned red.

There had been a security breach.

Monochrome emergency lights were turned on, the alarm blared and half your arm was pulled inside the cell when the opening closed down on it, bruising your flesh and causing you to scream like a siren.

“Look at me,” he started screaming himself. “Look at me, my dear.” And, when through welling eyes you did look up at him from where you keeled over in pain. “Open the door.”

“What? Why? How H-how did you do this?”

“If you don’t use your security card to open this door, none of us will be free of it,” the baron bellowed out, his hold on your hand not letting up and neither did the latch that landed on top of your arm.

With your free and trembling hand, you slapped the security card against the side of the door and felt him free you as it slid open. While you were on the floor nursing your injured arm by curling around it, he snatched the card from your fidgeting fingers before he helped you up. His strong, solid arms slipped under your knees and around your shoulders as he carried you down the corridor under tens of EXIT signs.

“I’m sorry for your arm, but it had to be done,” he panted as his pace got faster with each cell he passed. Through the blare of the alarms and the pulse of your pain, you heard the other inmates bang against their bulletproof glass. You couldn’t think straight, could barely make anything out except for the sound of his voice and the taste of your salty tears.

You asked him, sobbing: “W-why?”

He answered, wheezing: “Do you remember the countess that visited me the other day?”

“Val?”

“Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, yes. Wrap your good arm around my neck, please.” As you did so, he let go of you to use the card on a door and exit the corridor. “She said she had a ride waiting for me today at 7 PM and all I needed was to make it there on time.” Blinking your tears away and pushing down the hurt of betrayal and the pain he had caused, you looked up at him and saw the same hungry eyes under a dangerous red light. “They trained you to head to the emergency escape pods, but you’re as much of a prisoner here as I am, aren’t you?”

Picking up the pace again, Baron Zemo sounded more like the fairy tales you’ve heard of him as he talked about the plan he came up with to reach a pod and pilot it to the surface where the counties had an aircraft ready to pick him and the vessel up. He sounded more and more like the sinister man you’ve been warned not to warm up to. But, as he breathed heavily and brought you back on your feet, he asked you, his voice dark and deep: “When was the last time you’ve seen the surface world, my dear? You said you were coming up on your third year working here. Three whole years without the sun or the moon. Come with me and we’ll count all the stars you’ve missed out on.”

Your knees were weak as he whispered in your ear, his arms still wound around you as your good one hung off of his shoulder. Your heart was weaker as you whined that you did wish to see the sky again and all the colors of the sunset. Waiting two more years when escape was so close seemed impossible, so you let him pick you up again and carry you into the craft.

Using the security card, he ushered you inside. Noting that there was only room for one passenger, the pilot, he sat you on his lap, your spine against his sternum before he locked the two of you inside and prepared for launch.

Again, as you watched him secure both of you in the seat and steer the pod as if he’s done it a dozen times before, you thought that you were witnessing the myth that is Baron Zemo. Then, as you felt his hot breath in your ear, you were reminded that he was only a man. A man who hasn’t experienced skin-on-skin contact for a fortnight. After setting the coordinates for the nearest coast, you used your healthy arms to reach for the drinkable water every escape pod came with. It was getting hot in that cramped craft and it wasn’t just the lack of each oxygen for two individuals.

“It is getting hot in here,” he confirmed your suspicions while blowing more hot air against the side of your neck. “Mind if I take the shirt off?”

Of course, you didn’t mind, you were thinking of doing the same thing. It was that hot and the promise of his perspired skin sticking against yours was sweet. However, when he reached for the hem of your work shirt, you realized he never mentioned which one he would be taking off. When the tips of his fingers traced your bare skin as he scrunched up your shirt, you sighed and arched your back against his spine. He was slow and careful with the sleeve of your injured arm and, after setting your shirt on the board of the ship, you felt his lips latched onto the back of your hand. “I truly am sorry for trapping you with me.”

“It’s like you said, baron. I was already trapped.”

The baron brought his lips to the back of your hand again for an even hotter kiss. “You’ve set us both free.” Letting his hand go, he reached for the shoulder and the bra strap there. “Now, I can finally see you and not just through a wall of glass.” Sliding it off, he let his lips linger there and both his hands slid the cups down and let your breasts spill out. He hurried to push them up with the palm of his hands and twist the tender tips between his fingers. “I can finally feel you.”

While the pinching of your nipples was almost painful, the sounds you made spoke of the pleasure that spread through you. You pushed against his palm and moaned as he manhandled you, squeezing down on the sensitive flesh and biting down at your tender throat. You couldn’t see the hunger in his eyes anymore, but you knew that he was famished.

“I’ve dreamt of this,” he sighed against the shell of your ear, smoothing his hands down your stomach. “I’ve stayed awake just think about this, about how you’d taste.” One hand, he pushed into your pants while the other he pressed against your lips. “About how sweet your saliva tastes after you drooled all over my fingers.” Then, sinking his fingers between both sets of wet and hungry lips he said: “I’ve dreamt of nothing but how sweet your pussy would taste coming all over my fingers.”

You sucked him in, both sets of fingers in both holes. Your mouth was watering and your cunt was slippery as he slid inside. It was almost as if you'd also been dreaming about this. He took note of this, your trepidation, and snickered: “Have you been touching yourself to the thought of this, of me taking you like this?” As your cunt contracted and your mouth moaned around him, he groaned, and his entrapped erection grew under you. “You have, haven’t you? I’ll tell you a secret,” he bit down your lobe before licking it better. “I’ve been touching myself, too.”

Before he breathed another dirty secret into your ear, you fucking yourself against his fingers and slobbering all over his other fingers. “Touch me,” you pleaded when he pulled them out of your mouth.

“I’ll do more than touch you, my dear,” the baron brought both of his hands to your pants and pushed them down far enough for you to slide them off all the way using your feet. Then, as he spread your thigh wide and bent your knees against the board, his fingers fidgeted with his fly. “I’m going to fuck you like we’ve always dreamed.”

Wet and wanting, you widened the gap between your thighs to allow him to cram his thick and throbbing cock inside you. You stopped breathing when he lifted you off his lap and guided his girth inside, then letting you sit back down as he slid home. Your lungs hurt when you heaved, finally full of him. With his chest rumbling against your back and his mouth moving against your throat, he grunted: “My sweet girl.”

“Baron-”

“You’re just as tasty as I thought you'd be and even tighter,” he muffled his words against your sweaty skin as he lifted you again and let you slide back down again, lubricating his dick and stimulating your sensitive inner walls. “You’re so tight, you’re never letting me go are you?” He chuckled, his voice the deepest it's ever been. “I’m not letting you go either. Such a sweet little pussy. Once we reach the surface, once the countess finds us, I’m going to make her fly us into the horizon.”

“Oh, Baron.”

“My dear sweet girl, I’m never letting you go!”

[mochiusagifanficchaos]

Sherlock x Mute!Reader •Part 3•

"You're not working on the case?"

You heard a silent voice, fading into your dream just like the answer: "I am working."

The voices got louder and you tardily woke up, opening your heavy eyelids, blinking the bright light from the room away.

It knocked and you heard a door being opened.

"Good evening Sherlock. Watson. I heard what happened. I wanted to inform you that there had been other armed raids from these two clown guys.

The one yesterday was the third one within two weeks and-"

He got cut off:" I know. I read the Newspaper."

Your gaze was still blurry and your thoughts messy so you didn't quite follow the conversation next to you.

You were too occupied trying to find out where you were and what happened.

'We need to get her to the hospital!'

The sentence popped up in your mind as you tried to puzzle the pieces of memories back together.

You remembered the screams, the doorbell, the gun.

The two men with those terrific flow masks and -

Sherlock.

Sherlock with a proud smile on his lips.

"What? But we didn't give the newspaper people any information! ", you've got thrown out of your thoughts and realized that this was Inspector Lestrade's voice.

"Well", the deep voice said and you knew it was Sherlock "Then someone of your staff leaked some information, obviously."

Your vision was got clear and you noticed the white walls and large white curtain in front of a window.

A hospital. Of course.

You knew these rooms and the smell too well, probably having slept in those rooms more often than in your own bedroom.

"By the way, (y/n) had luck. The clown criminals are known for killing everyone after their raids.

We don't know why they spared the people from the Speedy's Cafe."

You tilted your head to the right and looked at Sherlock who was sitting at the edge of your bed.

He noticed your gaze and spoke for you: "Because they heard a police siren and panicked."

Watson and Lestrade looked confused between you two.

For Sherlock and you, this was normal.

You both understood each other without a word, even though you weren't always quite sure how he understood what you meant.

"How did you-?", Watson started, narrowing his eyebrows but stopped, knowing that it had a simple answer.

"When criminals leave without following their usual movement it means that they had panicked because of something. And what could make them more panic than the police.", Sherlock answered in a cool voice.

All looked at you and you nodded.

"Plus, I heard the siren myself shortly before Watson and I found (y/n).", he added and got an eye roll from Warson as a response.

"Well,", Lestrade spoke: "I wanted to ask (y/n) about what had happened and if she could describe the men."

"I'm going to get some coffee. Anybody wants some?", Watson asked, not wanting to interfere with Lestrade's investigations

"One for me please.", Lestrade answered with a thankful nod.

"I don't need any.", Sherlock said and looked at you as Watson left the room: 'You want me to stay here?"

He didn't speak it out but you could read it out of his eyes.

You shook your head and smiled a little, you could deal with the inspector yourself.

Sherlock stood up from your bed and grabbed his coat which was hanging over a chair next to your bed: "I'll be outside if you need me, Inspector. "

"Sure."

As Sherlock closed the door Lestrade took a seat on the chair: "So (y/n), how are we going to do this?"

You grabbed a piece of paper with the menu on it and a pen from the nightstand, turning the paper and showing it to him, making him understand that you would write your answers.

Lestrade nodded: "Good. So what had happened? "

...time skip...

Sherlock and Watson had left the hospital with Inspector Lestrade an hour later to have a look at the corpses and you didn't know what to do.

Hospitals were always so boring and the food wasn't good either.

Without much interest you skipped through the TV program, only to look at arguing people, dumb kid series, and documentaries about how to build a house or something.

The little interest you paid got caught by a cartoon series you had often watched as a child.

It knocked and an old woman with a food tray came in.

She smiled at you and placed it on the little nightstand next to your bed.

You smiled back politely, trying to not breathe in the disgusting smell of the soup.

"Do you need anything, dear? ", the nurse asked and fixed your blanket.

You shook your head.

Don't you dare to feed me now, you thought and exhaled as the nurse left your room without saying another word.

You didn't even try the soup, you knew how it tasted and it wasn't very appealing.

Whining you tried to stand up. Your stomach cramped and your shoulder pained as you slowly made your way to the bathroom.

Carefully you undressed from the white hospital gown and looked at yourself in the small mirror.

You had a dark purple bruise on your stomach near your ribs, a bruise over your right eyebrow, and a bandage around your left shoulder.

Not to forget the patched-up burns at your hands and wrists.

Wincing you grabbed a towel and did a quick wash, wanting to get the smell of sweat and the hospital off of you.

Some minutes later you left the bathroom again with a towel loosely held in front of your bare chest to get your clothes.

You jumped in shock as you noticed Sherlock sitting on your bed.

"I brought you something to eat.", he answered and held up a bag of cookies.

You narrowed your eyebrows in confusion, pressing the towel against your chest.

"Not good?", Sherlock asked amused and you gave him a piece of paper: "Let us get something real to eat. I need to get out of here"

"But you should stay here for some more days."

You gave him your "oh come on" look and grabbed your clothes to change.

Some minutes later you and Sherlock were walking down the street next to the Themes with a big bag of chips in your hands.

While you were eating you looked up at the London Eye.

Since you were young you always wanted to take a ride and see the lights of the city from above.

Sherlock noticed your desiring looks at the big wheel and thought about buying tickets.

For some reason, he felt the urge to make you happy.

"Stay here. I'll be right back", he said and you did as he told you, trying to pick the last chip out of the paperback.

As he came back you saw the two tickets in his hands and smiled widely.

"Wanna take a ride?", he asked with a gentle voice and reached his hand out.

I know there isn't happening much in this chapter but I still hope you like it♥

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