#but the relationship never sat right with me because something else always felt *off* yet oddly familiar??

[voltstone]

I HAVE MORE PROOF VIOLET AND MINNIE WERE NEVER ✨A THING✨ I SWEAR

plus how violentine is better bpd relationship. i mean what? hm?

i dont know what spawn within be woke me up from a dead sleep but here we are.

violet gots bpd (…probably). bpd idealization is not at all a good thing and is actually a sign of a rough connection. also, there's a taste of how identity plays into it.

and stuff. but whatever. nobody likes talking about bpd and i'll just sit here and rot or something.

okay, i'm being dramatic. lol. i'll go work on other essays. this is the one that it coms from btw.

[luvyunjinxo]

I'll make you feel better || jang wonyoung g!p x fem!reader

CW: mentions of cheating (do not cheat ever it's just for this fic 😡), g!p wonyoung, body worship, toxic relationship mentions, squirting & not proofread lmk if I missed one! (kinda longer than my usual fics btw)

you felt awful. walls felt like they were caving in and your emotions were taking over, not to mention it felt like your life was over. you had just walked into your newly ex-boyfriend cheating.

for context, you just got off of work texting wonyoung saying how happy you were to finally see him after a long day. BUT. you and wonyoung had this thing. It was a type of tension between each other, something that you and him never had. You felt it, and she did too. yet, you denied your feelings for her always because you knew it was wrong.

continuing, you walked into your shared apartment with him and heard noises more like groaning coming from your room? You honestly thought it was just him jacking off or something which you were honestly excited for but instead you saw something else.

your heart sunk, broke, and suddenly you're on the floor. crying and screaming out curses "why would you do this to me!?"

"baby please, it's not what it looks like." he lied. what a fucking liar. he was literally just fucking a girl on the bed two seconds ago like crazy.

"I just felt lonely without you here, I love you so so much." he screamed back while trying to kiss your hands. cringey and pathetic. you told him that he was kicked out and never to come back to your place again, since you were technically the one who bought it for both of you.

he packed his stuff and left for good. blocking his number, throwing out his toothbrush and everything else he forgot. you were a mess and you could tell, so was he. but who the fuck cares he cheated?

the next day now, still not doing well. you were forced to go to college by your strict parents so you had nothing to do but comply, and just go. You didn't tell wonyoung about what happened yet but you were planning to. you showed up to the class you had to go to which apparently wonyoung was in too.

now was finally the chance to tell her. she sat next to you like always, exchanging secrets always. but this time it was different. She looked at your eyes while she sat down and saw your red eyes and eye bags.

she was so worried about you. she really did love you. she didn't tell you, yet but she has a big crush on you but you just couldn't realize it fully. she scooted closer to you and tucked your hair behind your ear. with that she also lifted up your chin with her finger just so you could look at her. "butterflies😻" was all you could think of in your head.

"whats wrong y/nnie? what happened to you?"

"I d-didn't tell you yet but, he cheated as soon as I got home yesterday andicouldntcallyoubecauseiwasacryingmessand-"

you were talking to fast and you got cut off with her finger going on your lips. tears were threatening to fall out any moment now just by talking ab this topic.

too late. you were already crying so hard that you ran to the bathroom without notice and had wonyoung running after you like a crazy person.

guys this was like a k-drama really. running through the wide halls of the college and finally finding a bathroom at least 2 minutes away, you have slowed down. wonyoung caught up to you eventually as your pace slowed.

now walking there together to clean you up, you both made it and got 10 tissues. It was a cute moment:( . wonyoung looking at you straight in the eyes while wiping your tears with the tissue.

you were against the wall right next to the sink still crying and sniffing. There was that tension again. both of you now looking each other deeply. you got lost in her beautiful eyes.

you swear she was about to go in for it. getting more bold and eager she stopped wiping your tears and went to focusing on your soft lips that stood out to her the most. this was so bad. just getting out of a relationship and already falling for someone new.

all you needed right now was wonyoung. and wonyoung needed you. she now has trapped you with both of her arms, one on the left and one on the right so you could not escape from her.

"y/n, I know you feel this between us and I'm letting you know I'm about to do something to make you feel good."

you nodded eagerly as she smashed her lips onto yours. making out deeply. and shit, she was so pretty. moans slipped out of your lips as your tongues fight for dominance and wonnie being a switch, she still won.

realizing you were making out in the bathroom made it hotter for you. the feeling of getting caught frightened you, but who cares at this point.

you pulled away with a string of saliva leaving both of your lips. "you know were gonna get in trouble by the professor right?"

"yeah I know. but its worth it." she smirked, took your hand and lead you to her car.

you didn't know where she was driving to but I guess it was your apartment. one hand on the wheel while the other is gripping your thigh. THAT WAS SO HOT TO YOU.

it was supposed to be an innocent make-out session but now your starting to feel things. your getting more drenched and wet you just couldn't help but think about all the stuff she could do to you right now. and if she did you would gladly let her. god, you were such a loser for her.

on the way to your apartment unlocking your door with your keys, you bent down to take your shoes off and place them on your rack. she couldn't help but seem to notice and slap your ass<3. sorry just had to say it because she actually did. your dumbass let out a moan because of how needy you were. any touch from wonyoung would sink into your horniness.

"was that a moan l/n y/n?" she smacks your ass again, you covering your mouth trying not to make any noise this time.

"no let it out?.. I wanna hear you." one last slap and being the loser you are for her, the loudest moan possible slipped out.

no questions asked, you were now being pushed onto the bed while she crawled over your body, topping you.

wonyoung stripping you completely but also pinning your hands above your head.

"you look so pretty like this y/n, you were always mine in the first place not his." she says while brushing your torso with her slender hand admiring your body.

she was touching you so well. the places where you were sensitive at most. She started to kiss your neck sloppily, leaving marks all around you so everyone knows your hers now. all you could do is lay back and love what she is doing to you.

"wait y/n .. can y-you uhm ride my face? .." awh how cute. she was being shy for once. no questions asked again, you complied and sat on her face slowly, not wanting to suffocate her.

"fuck! wonyoung thats s-so fast!" you screamed out as her tongue kept flicking up and down in a consistent pace which left you a mess. you were moaning so much the neighbors could hear you at that point.

"yeah, can he fuck you like this? hm?"she groaned in a husky voice, also a little mumbly because of your thighs making her suffocated.

"I-I .. no .." funny how you can't breathe because of her fucking your brains out so good.

still eating you out, she has pulled down her baggy jeans to pull out her cock. shitttt, you had to admit you wanted some of that. she got off to the thought of you coming all over her face and the thought of you moaning her names and dirty stuff you could never imagine.

You looked behind only to see her getting off to your moaning and so much precum was dripping out from her.

"ive b-been waiting so long f-for this, please I'll be good for y-you and only you." you sobbed.

"I'm really gonna c-come!" screaming out loud so everyone could hear you at this point.

"sh-shit your body is stunning. i-im coming too!" you were confused and didnt know where that compliment came from but all you know is that you were squirting all over Jang Wonyoung's face ..

you immediately collapsed onto her titties which led to you sucking them while she started to ride out of her orgasm.

"looks like you need help cleaning up a little?" wonyoung chuckled and nod making you give her head.

your tiny mouth was swirling over the tip eating all her cum. so sweet yet so bitter, just how you liked it. she didn't like the way you were teasing her so she pushed your head down a little farther making you gag. all good though because you made her cum again<3.

while you guys were all cleaned up again and under the sheets together naked, you cuddled and confessed to each other in the endd. it all worked out.

- I'll make you feel better.

I'm sorry if this was rushed because it def was 💔

[works-of-fanfiction]

The Love of Another - Part One || Cillian Murphy x actress!Reader

Summary: After meeting on the set of Peaky Blinders, Cillian and Y/N struggle to keep their relationship professional.

Warnings: Swearing, cheating (loose mentions of Cillian being divorced).

Word Count: 3.8k

a/n: I’ve been wanting to write for Cillian for a while, so I hope this reaches the right people! My blog has always been mixed so why not include some more fics with more people?

“I miss you too.” She sighed, sinking deeper into the bathtub with her phone balancing on the ledge. Dipping her head underneath the water, she missed her husband’s next words and came back to the surface with a small splash. The tub was filled just an inch too high, suds lapping over the edge and wetting the bathmat below. “I didn’t catch that last bit. What did you say?”

 “I asked if Cillian had stolen my wife yet.” Her husband chuckled, the laughter trailing off when she didn’t immediately respond. “Y/N?”

She sighed, this time in frustration, as she reached with a wet hand to grab the phone. “I can’t even tell if you’re joking anymore.”

There was silence. Then a stutter. “What? Obviously, I’m kidding!”

“Are you though? These so-called jokes about Cillian are becoming a little too frequent…” She looked up to the ceiling, mentally recounting the three previous occasions in that week alone that he’d felt the need to bring her co-star into the conversation. “You call me to check in, but it feels like you’re really calling to see if I’m with someone else.”

“Y/N…”

“Don’t ‘Y/N’ me. This isn’t the first time you’ve been weary of one of my co-stars. I’m not here on holiday, I’m working.”

“I know – “

“So, please stop calling me and accusing me of something you know I would never do. I married you.”

As much as her husband had always supported her career, he’d never gotten used to seeing her play alongside different men. Kissing and romantic scenes made his skin crawl, and now she was a regular on one of the country’s most loved shows and spending a lot of time around the same man, his suspicions only grew. He was well-known to jump to the wildest of conclusions.

He mumbled an apology, and Y/N made an excuse to cut their call short, tossing the phone onto the pile of laundry on the floor. Huffing, she sank back below the bubbles and turned the tap with her foot, adding more hot water. “Marriage…” She muttered to herself, sniggering before closing her eyes and dunking her head beneath the water once again.

She scrubbed at her scalp, relieving tension from the day, and loosening the insane amount of hairspray that had been holding her hair down since eight o’clock that morning. Holding her breath, she stayed underwater for a moment, savouring the few minutes a day she could spend in silence.

The hot water showering her feet stopped and she sat up, pushing her wet hair out of her face. “What was that about marriage?” A familiar voice asked, and she opened her eyes, vision adjusting to the figure sat on the edge of the bath looking down at her. “Let me guess… It’s not all it’s cracked up to be?” He laughed, tugging at the knot in his tie. His hair was fluffy and messy from wearing a hat all day, his collar slightly dirtied from the face powder the make-up team had spent the evening reapplying beneath the hot, harsh lights of the soundstage. Still, he looked like he’d barely done a day’s work and the way that suit hugged his body made Y/N’s stomach flutter.

“Definitely not when your husband doesn’t trust you.”

“And what reason would he have not to trust you? Because…” He stood, slipping off his shoes and pulling the tie off, letting it join her clothes in the corner. “I can’t think of a single one.” He shrugged his jacket off and hung it on the door handle, unbuttoning his sleeves and rolling them up to his elbows.

She giggled as he lifted his foot and stepped into the bath, most of his clothes still on. The water lapped over the side and soaked the floor as he clumsily knocked the shampoo bottles over. She squeezed her legs together and he knelt over her, lowering his upper body towards her, but keeping a hold of the tub to steady himself. “Cillian!” She squealed, watching the water seep into his shirt and trousers.

“Sorry, love. Forgot to ask. Can I join you?” He smirked, cupping water into his hand and dampening his hair with it. With flushed cheeks, whether from the humidity in the room or Cillian’s presence, she smiled at him, reaching out to run her fingers along his jaw.

“Wardrobe are going to kill you.”

“It’s a good thing they’ve got two more suits just like it then, isn’t it?”

“Hm, it feels weird seeing you dressed like that, sounding like that.” 

“Would you prefer I talk like this, Mrs Shelby?” He adopted his signature Brummie accent from the show, instantly snapping into character and gazing at her through furrowed brows. She stifled back a laugh, unable to take him seriously with his soddened shirt and hands slipping along the bathtub’s edge. “You’re not supposed to be finding this funny.” His accent melted back to normal through the sentence, a smile creeping onto his own face. 

“Sorry, I just don’t see Tommy Shelby diving into a bath on top of his missus.” 

“That’s because he’d probably be the one on the bottom.” He teased, dipping a hand into the water and settling it on her waist. 

“Don’t get too comfortable. Believe it or not I was enjoying my bath before a fully clothed hooligan decided to jump in.” She propped herself up and fiddled with his buttons, her wet fingers making it a little difficult. She started from the bottom and he gave her a hand up top, before he peeled the damp garment off his body. 

“Is that better?” He quipped, as she stared at his character’s tattoo which had started to smudge from a mixture of water and sweat. Nodding, she ran her fingers over his chest, smearing the design even more. “Are you going to wash me? Is that it?” 

“Well you need it. You’ve got more makeup on than I’ve had all series!” 

“Then let’s get these trousers off too, eh?”

Lying on Cillian’s chest, Y/N listened to his breathing and heart beating. The low light in the bedroom made her eyes feel heavy, but she wasn’t tired enough to sleep just yet. His hand absentmindedly played with her hair, gently massaging her scalp with the very tips of his fingers, being careful not to scratch her. These moments behind closed doors away from prying eyes were their most cherished. They spoke about their days, the hours spent together and apart. Y/N praised Cillian for his performance in a scene earlier that day, and he tried his best to deflect the compliment and switch the subject to her scenes instead. “Will you ever accept my compliments?” She teased, poking him in the chest.

“I will accept your compliments if…” He started, stopping to think. She sat up, looking at him in anticipation. “If you let us finally talk about your birthday.”

“Cillian…”

“You know the studio are going to go all out. You can’t avoid it.”

“I’m turning thirty. I’m ancient! This is not something to be celebrated.” Covering her eyes, she shook her head and groaned. Cillian laughed, lightly swatting her hands away from her face.

“If you’re ancient, then what am I?”

“Men age better, you don’t count. Just let me enjoy my last few days of being twenty-nine.”

His chuckling made her frown twist into a smirk which she tried to hold back. Gazing at her with sleepy blue eyes, he scooted closer cupping her cheek in his hand. “I seem to remember your birthday being rather special.” He cooed, his thumb lightly stroking the soft skin below her eye. She sighed, remembering the moment like it was just days ago.

Thinking back to it with such fondness was wrong. She knew that. One moment on her twenty-ninth birthday snowballed into something so much bigger, and the lingering thirtieth celebrations reminded her just how badly things had gotten out of hand. The lapse in time made it impossible to take everything back. However, selfishly, given the chance, she knew she wouldn’t change a thing.

“Cillian…” She whispered breathlessly, his face still close and mouth still hot against hers. He drew back, his hands remaining on her cheeks, fingertips brushing the skin below her earlobes.

As her eyes fluttered open to meet his, he suddenly let go, catching his head in his right hand. “I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry.” He stumbled over his words, looking around the room in a panic, eyes darting to the door that was still clearly open, wide enough for anyone to walk past and see what he did. What they did.

“I shouldn’t have done that. Fuck, you’re married! What the hell is wrong with me?”  

She stood there, hands trembling by her sides as she watched his gaze jump across the floor, his feet struggling to stay still. Her lips tingled and stung from the contact, almost desperate to kiss him again, to feel his hands on her body. They’d kissed a hundred times on set; playing husband and wife meant that physical contact was just another part of the job, but he’d never kissed her like this. So tender. So slow. Their onscreen kisses were robotic in comparison.

“No one has to know.” The words spilled out of her mouth before her brain could catch up, her arm reaching out for him. He dared himself to look back up to see her flushed cheeks and freshly kissed lips, plump and pink, glistening and hungry for more. Something twisted inside his stomach, and her lashes fluttered innocently in his direction like they were two teenagers in love. She felt as if she couldn’t breathe, like his stare could burn holes through her body.

“No one – has – to know.” She stepped closer with each word, her body making the decisions for her. This feeling and attraction towards Cillian was certainly nothing new, but she never thought he’d return her affection.

Cillian searched for reassurance in her eyes, making sure she really meant what she said as her fingers traced the stitching along his sleeve. Sensing his apprehension, she slipped her hand into his. He sighed, the heat from her fingers sending electricity through his veins, a feeling that felt so right despite how wrong it was.

“We should get back to your party.” He breathed, the muffled sounds of voices and music somehow growing louder as if they were getting closer to the door, closer to finding them together. “Your guests they… Well, you don’t want to keep them waiting.” 

“Cillian.” She uttered quietly, pleading for him to look her in the eye and tell her she hadn’t just dreamt the past few minutes. She needed something, anything that would serve as confirmation that she hadn’t imagined it. That she hadn’t imagined his hands holding her face, pulling her to him, their bodies moulding together as their lips met for what felt like the very first time. This was no rehearsed kiss inside four cold white walls; this wasn’t in front of a crew of ten men with cameras zooming in on their faces. This was between the two of them. Raw and real. 

Defeated, she dropped his hand and headed to the door. Gripping the handle, she went to pull it towards her until Cillian pressed a firm hand against the wood, slamming it into its frame. He cornered her, his intense stare making her neck hot and her cheeks visibly pinker.

The kiss was hesitant at first; their movements staggered and filled with doubt yet fuelled by longing and the sheer desperation to feel each other again. Once each were confident that the other wanted the same thing, they melted into one another’s grasp, Cillian’s hands tangling into her hair, Y/N’s fingers clutching onto his shirt as if he could disappear at any moment. It was feverish, like a craving had finally been satiated for them both. They knew there was no going back now. They were in this, and they’d have to spend every waking moment hiding it from everyone they knew, both mutual and individual. 

“That means it’s been a year since…” 

“Since this started.” Cillian waved his finger between himself and Y/N, a reminiscent smile on his face. She never knew how to react when they actually sat and talked about their relationship. It was undoubtedly easier for Cillian, being divorced and completely free to do and see whoever he wanted, but Y/N was still very much married and playing a dangerous game. Every day she lied to her husband’s face and made fun of his insecurities surrounding Cillian. Little did he know, he had every right to be worried about his wife’s co-star, considering he was the one who wound up in her bed at the end of most days.

Cillian opened his mouth to say something but stopped himself. He knew diving into the specifics of their affair made Y/N uneasy. She didn’t like to talk about her marriage; she preferred to pretend that what she and Cillian had was healthy and real. If she didn’t think about her husband, she could convince herself she wasn’t hurting anybody.

“We should get some sleep.” He said comfortingly, wrapping an arm around her as she laid back on his chest. Y/N knew he was trying to distract her from her thoughts, and she was all too willing to escape them, so she closed her eyes and begged for sleep to come quickly.

“Happy birthday!” The cast and crew cheered, clapping and whooping as Y/N stepped onto set. She grinned in faux surprise having been pre-warned by Cillian that they were planning something. A table littered with cupcakes and cookies stood at the side with some crew members already lingering, hoping for an early treat.

“Thanks guys! You shouldn’t have done all of this for me.” Y/N smiled, hugging various people and receiving more birthday wishes as she made her way around the room. Cillian stood by the cameras pretending to look busy, trying not to draw attention to himself. To the outside world they were just castmates, friends at a push. People praised them for their work and chemistry onscreen, unaware of the true feelings below the surface, and the two had grown very good at playing acquaintances around others.

Reaching Cillian, he gave her a quick side hug and a friendly smile. “Happy birthday, Y/N.” He said politely, pulling a small card out of his pocket. “It’s nothing special.” He raised his voice to purposely reach those around them.

“Thank you, Cillian. I’ll add it to the pile.” She beamed, knowing she definitely wouldn’t be adding his card to any pile for anyone else to see. She didn’t know what he’d written, but judging by the glint in his eye, it wasn’t a decoy card to keep up appearances. It was the real thing, and he was playing with fire bringing it into the studio in the first place, but she’d chew his ear off about that later.

When everyone broke off for lunch, Y/N rushed off to her trailer, Cillian’s card burning a hole in her pocket. Throwing the door open, she was surprised to be greeted by a large cake on the counter, iced in her favourite colours with an obnoxious ‘30’ in the middle made from chocolate.

“It’s hazelnut. Your favourite.”

She spun around, confused, only to find her husband sprawled on the sofa behind her. “Surprise.” He grinned, opening his arms for her. She gulped, taking a step forward and leaning down to hug him. He shifted on the sofa, giving her enough space to sit in his lap as he squeezed her tight, feathering little kisses on her cheek.

Her body felt stiff in his arms from shock. It hadn’t even crossed her mind that he would show up, but it made perfect sense. It was her thirtieth birthday, of course he was going to come!

Glancing out of the window over his shoulder, she saw Cillian engaged in an animated conversation with the producers, throwing his head back with laughter. She sighed, wishing there was a way out of this situation, wishing she could run out of the door and disappear with him, leaving the guilt and the pain behind. Hugging her husband felt wrong. She felt ashamed to be dreaming of another man whilst the one she’d sworn her love to was right there in front of her.

“Are you OK?” He asked, moving so they could sit side-by-side.

“Yeah, I’m just surprised!” She lied, her voice high-pitched and shaky. She felt Cillian’s card crumple in her back pocket, but she thanked her lucky stars she didn’t have it on show when she walked into the trailer.

“I had to come and see you on your birthday. What shall we do tonight?” His arm around her shoulder made her feel suffocated and she hoped the ground would somehow magically swallow her up. She shimmied out of his grasp, standing up.

“The crew have organised a night out. I can’t let them down.”

He stood up, his hand settling on her upper arms. “Then we’ll both go. That sound fun?”

Nodding, she closed her eyes, cringing as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I have another scene to shoot this afternoon. Will you be alright hanging in here for a while?”

“What? I can’t come and watch?”

“I don’t think it’s a scene you’d want to see.” Another lie. The scene was a simple conversation between two characters, no drama or romance involved, but it was easier to let him believe it was something he’d find unsettling. The first time he watched her kiss Cillian in a scene, he couldn’t shake the sickly feeling in his stomach all day. As harsh it was to use his insecurity against him, it was far easier than the truth.

I’m having an affair with my co-star who I repeatedly told you not to worry about, and you being here is complicating things further, so I’d rather not spend any more time around you than I have to.

Yeah… Lying was certainly easier.

“I guess I’ll just uh… Stick a film on then.” He shrugged, sitting back down.

“It shouldn’t take too long.” She hovered for a second, then remembered Cillian’s card again. “I’m just going to use the bathroom.”

“OK.”

Locking herself behind the toilet door, she ripped open the card, stuffing the envelope into the small bin beside her.

‘Meet me in the wardrobe department at 1. I’ve got something for you.

Happy birthday, Mrs Shelby.

Yours,

Cillian x’

Her heart fluttered, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she re-read it a second time, then a third. What started as a joke between them became somewhat of a term of affection; calling each other Mr and Mrs Shelby. Cillian could certainly be corny when he wanted to be, but she was no better.

Checking the time on her phone, she had ten minutes to get to the wardrobe department and see Cillian before their lunch hour was over. Remembering her company outside the door, she counted a few seconds before flushing the toilet and rinsing her hands in the sink. She hid the card, pulling her shirt over her trousers so her husband couldn’t see a bump in her pocket.

“I have to go to wardrobe and get into my next outfit.” She muttered, fixing her hair in the mirror and rushing around to avoid making eye contact with her unwanted guest.

“Your lunchtime isn’t even over! Come on, babe. Sit down, let’s chat.”

“You know me, I like to be punctual.” She flashed him a weak smile, pulling out her phone to show him the time. “Plus, we both know how long it can take me to get ready.”

“Fine. But I’m buying you your first birthday drink tonight.”

“I’d be mad if you didn’t.”

He stood to hug her, but she dashed out of the door before he could even get close. Speedwalking to wardrobe, her mind raced back and forth between her husband and Cillian. She was supposed to be happy that he’d traveled all this way for her birthday. She was supposed to jump into his arms and declare how much she’d missed him over the past couple of months, not pray for him to go away. No matter what she did, she couldn’t get Cillian off her mind. He consumed her, emotionally, physically, in every way possible. She never meant for it to go this far, to feel this way, but she couldn’t control it.

Entering the room, she spotted Cillian’s shoes through the racks of clothing. She could hear him mumbling something to himself, but it wasn’t quite coherent. Once he spotted her, his face lit up, eyes twinkling as he gazed at the birthday girl. “Hi.” He whispered, edging closer to her.

“Hi, Cill.”

“I see you got my message.”

“I had to come and see what all the fuss was about.” She smiled, noticing a box on the table behind him. “Is that for me?”

“Impatient, aren’t you?”

“Just curious.” She teased.

Taking her hand in his, he fidgeted with the wedding band on her finger. It wasn’t hers, but her character’s, and Cillian wore a matching one in his role as Tommy. Looking down at their hands, Y/N couldn’t help but think about the ring that was usually in its place, or should’ve been had she not taken it off weeks ago. She thought back to her husband, sitting in her trailer watching some straight to DVD movie on the TV, counting down the minutes until he could finally spend some time with the woman he loved.

Cillian stole her attention, tilting her chin up with his thumb. “There’s something I need to tell you. You’re going to tell me I’m cheesy for saying it on your birthday but - “

“Cillian.”

“No, let me speak, please.” He went over his words again in his head, and Y/N began to panic as his eyes explored her face, pupils dilating. “Y/N, I love - “

“Cillian, my husband is here.” She blurted, exhaling a deep breath. His gaze didn’t leave hers, but the adoration in his eyes quickly switched to shock. His hand fell from her face, and he awkwardly gripped onto the hem of his jacket, rubbing the fabric between his finger and thumb as a distraction.

“…What?”

-

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Inspired by Older by Isabel LaRosa

Cm Punk X fem reader Word Count: 1300

Summary: Cm Punk was always jealous of the relationship between Y/n and Wardlow, he never understood their relationship. Sure he and Y/n had an 18-year age gap but he knew he would treat her so much better. When Wardlow cheats Punk knows now is his only chance to get with Y/n. “I can be your new Daddy” 

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Die For You (Pt 2) Obsessed (Part 3)

I knew it was wrong, everything about this was wrong. Y/n was young, way younger than I, 18 years to be exact but I couldn't help the feelings I had for her. I was jealous of the guys that spoke to her, they were head over heels in love with her and I couldn't blame them, she was the most gorgeous thing I had ever laid my eyes on. She was delicate like a flower, yet wrapped in barbed wire. She had a sensitive soul yet she hid it from the world, building walls around her years ago. I watched as the blond girl ran past me with tears in her eyes and I knew something was wrong. I walked to catering and noticed Wardlow trying to run after her. 

“What the fuck did you do?” I yelled walking up to the large man, stopping him in his tracks 

“It’s none of your damn business Punk” He spat, shoving me out of the way. Without realizing it I went to swing at the man when I felt someone grab me from behind. 

“Woah there big guy, he’s not worth it” I turned to find Cash and Dax, both having concerned looks on their faces. 

“What’s going on?” I asked the two men in front of me

“He cheated on her” Dax replied 

“What a jerk!-” I yelled

“Okay man, I love you but you are causing a scene” Cash interrupted me “Let’s talk somewhere else” I looked to see everyone looking at the three of us like we were madmen. 

We walked down a few halls to the private locker rooms and passed Wardlow pounding on Y/n’s door. “Y/n, I’m sorry, okay. Open the door” I gave him a nasty look before heading into my locker room. 

“Okay, what really happened?” I asked Cash and Dax, closing the door behind us

“Do you remember how she was upset after he had that fit at Revolution?” Cash said 

“No-” 

“Oh that’s right you weren't there” I gave him a nasty look. “My bad, so anyways he lost the TNT title, blew a fit and left right before Y/n won the title”

“What an asshole” I muttered under my breath

“So apparently when he left, he got with some groupie. Fucked up right, worst part is after she finally forgave him and everything because he was literally begging on his hands and knees for her to take him back he kept sleeping with randos in each town we went to” 

I said nothing, I just sat in shock, trying to comprehend what I just heard. I never understood the relationship between the two of them, she was too good to be with someone like him. Their relationship always seemed weird, like something was always off, but I could never place it. I was lost in my thoughts when I was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. 

Cash and Dax exchanged a confused look before opening the door, revealing a quite angry Wardlow. “What the fuck do you want?!” I asked the man who now stood in front of me. 

Sure the four of us were friends but for some reason I never quite liked Wardlow. I was always civil with him but maybe it was my jealousy that made me secretly despise him. 

“Can you get her to open up?” He asked, referring to Y/n who had understandably locked herself in her private locker room. “Why should we help you?” Cash asked, “Your just going to cheat on her again” I spat “You have no idea what you are talking about Punk” Wardlow spat back “This is none of your business” “Well it sure seems like my business if you are out here asking for our help” “Tell us why we should help you?” Cash asked, not buying a thing coming out of wardlows mouth. “She’s mentally unstable, she is literally crazy. I’m scared she is going hurt herself in there” I could tell his words were sincere, however, I did not buy the fact that Y/n was mentally insatiable. Sure her whole gimmick was being a hardcore Barbie but I knew deep down she wasn’t really crazy, or was she? 

We agreed not to help Wardlow but to help get inside Y/n’s locker room. “You two stay with him, I will check on her,” I told Cash and Dax, not trusting Wardlow within a square inch of Y/n. 

I carefully knocked on Y/n’s door, waiting for a response. “Go Away!” She yelled through the door “It’s just me” “What do you want Punk? I’m not talking to him” “This has nothing to do with Wardlow, I just wanted to see if you are alright. I saw what happened.” Y/n opened the door and let me inside. “So everyone saw,” she said as the tears began to reform in her eyes. “Don’t worry about them” I told her sincerely, joining her on the small couch which sat in the middle of the locker room. “So what happened love?” “I don’t wanna talk about it” I know I shouldn’t be asking such an invasive question but I just had to know “What do you see in him?” “What?” “Wardlow? What do you see in him? He is a big idiot with big muscles and probably a big dick” Y/n laughed at my comments, which made me happy to see her smile. “So you’re only interested in his dick?” I asked playfully “No” “Then what is it?!” “I dunno, he made me feel safe. I know that sounds stupid but it’s true. He’s huge, he kept all the creeps away, and the sex was a nice bonus” I mean it made sense. When they were first an item I noticed how protective he was of her, I wonder what happened. “I could take better care of you. I know I’m not as tall as him or as muscular but the difference between the two of us is that Wardlow is a boy and I am a man. I bet I could make you feel just as good as he did. I would do anything and everything for you.” Y/n said nothing, I knew she was shocked at my words. I knew I was better for her, I would spoil her with expensive gifts, and praise her every day. I knew she was into older guys, she and Wardlow had an eight-year age gap, the only thing the two of us would have was eighteen years. 

“I mean it,” I told Y/n softly as I carefully lifted her chin so she could look at me. “I will give you the world. You will never have to worry about a single thing. I know you Y/n, you act all tough, you live for violence, love the taste of copper on your tongue. Fuck, I’ve seen your matches the title of ‘The Queen of Hardcore’ serves you well but I know that’s an act to hide who you really are. All you want is to be cared for. You like being with older men, the way they protect you, the way they love you better, the way they spoil you. You kill yourself in that ring to have someone like me put you back together, hold you close when you cry, love you to death. Tell me when I’m telling lies” I could tell by the look on her face that she knew I was right 

“Forget about Wardlow, I can be your new daddy” 

[skipper1331]

Argument // Guro Reiten

Guro came home from training not very happy. And as soon as she saw you she only got angrier. It wasn‘t because of you - it never was. But it was about you. She heard a few of the staff members talking about you or rather your relationship. "Guro doesn’t deserve Y/n" or "Y/n is way out of her league" and much more than that. It made her mad. How could they say these things?

When you gave her a kiss (like you always did when she comes home) she walked past you, ignoring you. She loved your kisses, she really did but not after she heard what she heard. "What‘s wrong, baby?" you asked - she just snapped. After that everything is a blur. You both said things you shouldn’t have said but the both of you couldn‘t stop and your argument only grew. Neither of you backed down. Normally, arguments never came this far because the two of you would communicate your feelings. But Guro felt trapped, trapped in the sentences the staff stated.

"Well then. Go! Go fuck someone else!" you shouted. "I will!" Guro grabbed her keys and stormed out of your apartment. "What?" you frooze, shocked. With all her anger she slammed the door.

You moved like someone was controlling you as you sat down. She wouldn‘t, would she? You couldn‘t think, couldn’t breathe, everything hurt. Tears ran down your cheeks yet you couldn‘t cry. The tears ran, nothing more.

When Guro left she didn‘t no where to go so she simply sat in her car. She had to calm down. Go fuck someone else - she would never. No matter how mad she was, she would never do something like that. She loved you. You were the love of her life. And she hurt you. This wasn‘t supposed to happen. When she heard the staff talking all she wanted to do was to come home and be with you. She would‘ve told you about her day and you would‘ve resured her that she was the only one. But as she saw you smiling her mind was thrown back to the staff. They were right. You deserved better.

Did you think that she‘s fucking someone else right in this moment? It was dark when she left the car, hours later, you were probably asleep - she hoped you would be. Quietly, she put her keys down and took her shoes off. As she went further into the apartment though she noticed the lights in the living room. There you were, sleeping on the couch, curled into a ball. Guro could see the tear stains which made her heart ache. She picked up in a bridal style and carried you to bed. The brunette wrapped the blanket around you, made sure you were comfortable before she laid down herself. She didn‘t know If she should cuddle you because how things ended earlier but she also couldn‘t sleep without holding you so she just did it. As soon as you felt her strong arms around you you were awake. You turned in her embrace to look at her. You had to know "Did you do it?" you whispered, your voice quivering. "No," she breathed. Relief washed over you "I sat in the car doing nothing" there was no reason not to believe her. Her voice was sincerely and you could tell when she was lying - which she wasn‘t. "I would never" the winger took your trembling hand and placed it on her chest, right above her heart. "Do you feel that?" her heart was racing, beating fast. You nodded. "It always does when you‘re around me" she kissed your forehead "i promise you’ll get a big apology and explanation in the morning but lets sleep now. I missed you so much today, min kjæreste" she pulled you closer, your neck resting in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. You had missed her too.

She still owed you an explanation but for now it was enough that she was with you.

"Jeg elsker deg"

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[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 ꒱ 김홍중

summary : your boyfriend gets jealous when you should be giving him your attention instead of his friends

genre : fluff, hongjoong x afab!reader, drabble, established relationship tws : jealousy, skinship, language, pet names author notes : for my anonymous requestor, i hope you liked it xx word count : 0.5k

you could tell. you could see it written on your boyfriends face. it was plain to see, yet you still brushed it under the rug and continued on the conversation with his close friends. but still, you could feel his gaze lingering on you. you could almost hear the broken sentences as his focus was spent on something else, as he attempted to play it off.

you, truthfully don't know why you found it slightly amusing. maybe it was because your boyfriend being jealous was a rare situation — simply because he knew you were solely his, and wouldn't even dream of it being different. you two have never had to worry about infidelity, and you knew right now was not the exception, so why did a couple of harmless words seem to upset him so much that he couldn't let you out of his sight for a moment; like if he did it would result in you disappearing.

you kept sending reassuring smiles when your eyes would meet across the studio, but still an uneasy and pouty look adorned his bright features. you always found him adorable, but with his lips turned down childishly it made you mirror them almost mockingly.

seonghwa and san had been talking to you about utter nonsense, while hongjoong tried his best to talk to the awkward yeosang at his side on the couch. you had sat in on the end of their recoding session, the missing members already off doing god knows what until dance practice would take place in an hour or so.

its like he had tunnel vision; eyes only for you; as he came over to the three of you gathered by the sound board. yeosang had left the room, and you almost wanted to laugh as you felt hongjoong’s hands creep around your waist.

seonghwa rolled his eyes, knowing your boyfriend almost as well as you did. pda wasn't something either of you were too fond of, but it didn't seem to matter in this moment, as his palms trailed over your sides and caged you against his chest. naturally, you gave in, slotting your fingers between his.

you gave the pair an almost desperate look when san excused them from your occupied presence. you laughed, but agreed nonetheless.

you waved, "see you later."

and when you were finally left alone with hongjoong, it's like the flood gates were opened. he picked you up, the sound proofing muffling your yelp in surprise from the passers in the hallway. he trudged over to the couch on the back wall, closest to the door, plopping you down onto the cushions gently.

he pouted above you, "weren't you here to see me, love?"

your arms opened, "of course, joong, i love you so much. you know this." and he climbed onto you, resting his head against your chest as he got comfortable.

his hands found your own, intertwining his fingers with yours, "of course i do." he laughed lightly, kissing your collarbone, "then why was i fighting for your attention?"

he pushed himself to be face level, attacking between protests with feather light kisses. you tried to dodge them, taking his cheeks within your palms to steady him, "why didn't you just ask?"

he stopped, looking directly into your eyes; it, honestly, made you feel a little small under the gaze. "that's all it would've taken?"

"of course," you finally pressed his lips to yours gently, "my main priority is always you."

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[bellaxgiornata]

Falling For the Devil [Part eighty-six: "The Moving Day"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: The day you move in with Matt has finally arrived!

Or Some strange, nervous feeling eats at you all day and then keeps you up that night.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 4.8k

a/n: Somehow light angst crept into this installment when I was writing it and it took me a few days to figure out why Reader was acting so strange on me and Matt, BUT I figured it out and left it in for some Sweet Matty at the end. Y'all know I love the shit out of him. So technically this is a light bit of angst with comfort at the end? Either way, I hope you enjoy Reader FINALY MOVING IN WITH MATT! Y'all that have been reading this series since back in February have been waiting months in real time just for this day to finally come!! Now it's finally here! And as always, feedback is always appreciated!

Tag List: @ninacotte @mattkinsella @stilldreaming666 @murdocksclient @madscamp02 @1988-fiend @lina-mar @pinkratts @schneeflocky @acharliecoxedfan @yarrystyleeza @theetherealbloom @danzer8705 @lionalsowrites @harperdoodle

The movers had already finished bringing all of your things up into Matt’s apartment–or rather, both of yours’ apartment as you’d often had to keep reminding yourself today–about twenty minutes ago. You knew Matt, Foggy, and Karen would be showing up from their half day at the office any minute, which was why you'd begun unpacking in the bedroom first. You didn’t particularly need your friends helping you put away your underwear and some of the other, more personal items which you had packed in your bedroom boxes. Though you certainly had a feeling Marci would only be all too happy to snoop when she showed up later after work.

Fortunately it hadn’t taken you long to put away your more private items before you’d moved on to hanging up more of your clothing in the left hand side of the closet where Matt had long ago made space for your things. On the far right neatly hung all of his suits with their braille tags on each of the hangers. Seeing more of your things hanging next to his still had you feeling inexplicably giddy, but ever since you’d left your apartment for the last time this morning and come to Matt’s, something else that you couldn’t quite place had slowly begun to take root in your mind. 

This whole situation felt surreal to you. You’d spent a long time wanting to be with Matt during your friendship after you had first met him. Through all of that time you never thought you would be good enough for him, never remotely the kind of woman who could possibly catch Matthew Murdock's attention. Not after you had seen all of the women he usually had been hit on by and those you’d seen him flirt with in return. And especially not with how charismatic, intelligent, and successful he was. You were just the awkward journalist that he’d always said made any situation highly amusing and uncomfortable in a matter of seconds. Yet here you were, hanging your skirts next to his dress slacks in the same closet. Your toothbrush sat next to his on the bathroom counter. And soon your coffee mugs and dishware would be mixed in along with his on the shelves in the kitchen. 

Because you were finally moving in with him. 

The full reality of the situation hadn’t completely hit you yet. Though you had a feeling it would later tonight, after all your friends had left and it was just you and Matt here afterwards, when all of your things were fully blended with his. Despite the excitement you felt at moving in with Matt, and with what that might mean for your relationship moving forward, there had been a nagging feeling in the back of your mind slowly growing louder as the day wore on. You knew you were going to be freaking out once the giddiness wore off and the reality settled in, but you’d tried to keep that pushed to the side as you unpacked. You didn’t have time to try to unpack that right now, too.

As you finished hanging one of your skirts on a hanger, you overheard the sound of the apartment door unlocking before it swung open. It was mere seconds before you heard Matt’s voice through the apartment.

“Sweetheart?” he called out.

Chewing your lip, your heart nervously sped up in your chest at the sound of his voice. You hung up the skirt you’d had in your hand in the closet before you turned and made your way out of the bedroom. As you maneuvered around the boxes, you could hear the loud scoff Foggy made all the way across the apartment. 

“Matt!” he complained. “You were supposed to shout ‘honey, I’m home’ when you came in!”

“Foggy, I told you I wasn't doing that,” Matt replied.

A small grin settled on your face as you listened to the three of them taking their shoes off in the entryway hall. You did your best to navigate through the messy living room where there were boxes piled everywhere as you listened to them. 

“Don’t ruin this for me, Matt!” Foggy snapped. “This is a big day for me!”

“For you?” Karen said with a laugh. “You’re not the one moving in!”

“No, but do you know how long I hoped for this day for Matt?” Foggy countered. “ Especially after learning about what he does in his free time outside of work? I never thought he’d find someone and settle down. I was afraid he’d be alone forever!”

“Thanks, Fog,” Matt said flatly.

Skirting around another stack of boxes, you heard Matt calling out your name. You laughed lightly as you overheard Karen and Foggy continuing the conversation Matt clearly wasn’t remotely interested in.

“I’m here, Matty,” you called back. “Just trying to make my way through the mess that has become your place.”

“Our place,” he immediately corrected.

“Right, yeah,” you agreed quickly. “That might take me a bit to get used to.”

You came to a stop beside the leather couch when Matt came into view at the end of the entryway hall. Grinning wide at the sight of him standing there smiling in your direction, you felt your cheeks heat. 

For some reason you felt unnecessarily nervous. You hadn’t seen Matt since yesterday morning, and because you’d spent most of this past week packing, you’d been unable to spend much time with him. You hadn’t seen him nearly as much this week as you often did, so now the sight of him was suddenly shaking loose all sorts of dormant butterflies in your stomach. Once again you were awkwardly gnawing on your bottom lip, unsure how to properly greet him in the moment–and then that was only making you further nervous.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Matt said, sliding his glasses off of his face.

Matt’s eyes lowered to your chest, a small smile playing across his lips. No doubt he was noticing the way your heart was nervously beating at the moment. You knew he always loved the way it reacted to him, but you also knew he was unaware of exactly why you were nervous this time. Granted, you weren’t entirely sure what was with your nerves, either, today.

“Hey, Matty,” you greeted back softly.

You continued to worry your bottom lip between your teeth, your hands fidgeting in front of yourself as you took in the sight of him. His suit coat was draped over one of his arms, leaving him in just his light blue dress shirt, the sleeves of which were rolled up already. He looked good–like he always did–just standing there smiling at you with so much warmth and love on his face.

“For fuck’s sake– kiss her already!” Foggy shouted.

“Foggy,” Karen sharply reprimanded him.

Your cheeks only flamed further as Matt’s smile widened. Wordlessly he crossed the room, easily stepping around a box as he made his way towards you. Breath catching in your throat, you watched as he tossed his suit coat onto the back of his couch in a fluid motion before he was standing before you. Without pause his hands reached up and cradled your face in both of his palms, tilting your mouth up towards his before he dove in for a sweet, lingering kiss. When he pulled back away, smiling down at you with that absolutely breathtaking smile of his, you were left stunned and speechless.

“It was lonely here without you this week,” he whispered.

You swore your heart skipped a beat in your chest. “Well I’m–I’m here now, Matty,” you murmured.

“Great!” Foggy exclaimed, clapping his hands loudly together and causing Matt and you to jump apart. “Now let’s get started unpacking so we can get to the pizza and beer part of the day!”

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Changing out of the jeans and tee-shirt you’d been wearing all day, you gradually got ready for bed in the bedroom. Down the hall, you could hear Matt brushing his teeth in the bathroom. You both were worn out from the excitement of the day, and you were just ready for sleep already. Between overseeing the movers, unpacking all of your things into Matt’s space, and socializing with your friends, you felt exhausted. And for some unexplainable reason there was still something that just felt off with you. There was still some nervous energy you could feel lingering inside of you that you couldn’t quite place. It had only grown stronger ever since your friends had left and Matt and you had straightened up the apartment a bit before bed.

It made no sense why you felt this way, either. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t stayed the night at Matt’s apartment countless times over the past few months now. You’d spent many nights brushing your teeth and changing your clothes getting ready for bed here, plugging your phone into the very same charger on the nightstand by your side of the bed at least a hundred times now. You knew Matt wanted you here–hell, he’d told you that at least ten times today already.

So why were you feeling that nervous, queasy feeling in your stomach? Why was the prospect of staying here tonight–and every night from here on out–giving you butterflies of a different kind all of the sudden? Why was there that nagging little voice in the back of your head still growing louder and louder despite your inability to decipher its meaning? It didn’t make sense.

“You alright?” 

Startling at Matt’s voice, you spun on the spot and found him standing in the doorway of the bedroom. His brows were drawn together on his forehead as he eyed you curiously. 

“Yeah,” you said with a nod, turning and grabbing the pair of cotton sleep shorts you had laid out on the side of the bed. “I’m just tired. It was a long day.”

“You want me to get the light for you?” he asked.

“Sure, thanks,” you replied.

As you pulled your shorts up your legs, you noticed how Matt hesitated in the doorway, just silently focused on you. It wasn’t until you grabbed your shirt from the bed next that Matt finally turned off the light before you heard him gradually making his way through the bedroom and over towards his side of the bed. 

You knew he’d already undressed before brushing his teeth, currently wearing nothing but his usual black boxers as he pulled the sheets back on his side of the bed. Normally that would elicit a reaction from your body, because knowing he was almost naked and you were about to be in bed with him, even when you were too tired for sex, made you feel something . Because he looked like one of those Greek gods chiseled from marble under his clothes and your body always unconsciously reacted to him. But tonight all you felt was that ball of nerves sitting in the pit of your stomach. It didn’t help that you figured he was probably picking up on something being off with you, too. 

Drawing the sheets back, you climbed into the bed beside Matt. Nervously you rolled onto your side to face him, soon feeling his warm hands landing on your hips over the fabric of your clothes. Grabbing you tenderly, Matt pulled you in towards his body and until you were resting with your head on his chest. He gradually settled underneath you, one arm wrapped under your waist while the other draped over the top of it. Timidly your own hand reached out as you lightly slid it across his toned, warm chest. 

“Mmm, finally,” Matt contentedly hummed out. “I spent all week missing falling asleep with you, but now I’ll always have you here with me.”

For some reason his words only caused the nerves to twist in your stomach just a bit more. You hummed out an affirmative noise in response, unable to trust your voice as you smiled softly in the dark. Internally you were trying to understand what the hell was going on with you. You’d been so excited this morning at the prospect of finally moving in with him. Excited that this move meant Matt and you were so much closer to bigger things in your relationship–like a possible engagement. 

So what the hell was with this strange, nervous feeling?

You startled when you felt Matt’s fingers gently brushing some of your hair from your face, having been too deep in your thoughts to have noticed he’d moved. You knew he’d caught that little surprised jump instantly when his fingers paused along your temple.

"Are you sure you're alright, sweetheart?" Matt asked carefully. "You've seemed unusually nervous today. Your body still seems a bit tense."

“I uhm,” you began, your index finger lightly tracing a pattern along Matt’s bare chest, “I’m just a little nervous. You know me.”

You laughed briefly, trying to make light of the situation so he would drop it. You knew how excited Matt was for you to finally be here and how long he’d been waiting for this moment. And it certainly wasn’t like you hadn’t felt the same, but you didn’t want to ruin your first night here with these weird nerves you couldn’t begin to explain. Knowing Matt, he’d feel bad and think he’d done something wrong, or that your anxious feeling was somehow because you didn’t want this or him–which was not the case. You’d never been more sure of anyone before. You knew you loved Matt.

“Okay,” he said slowly, his fingers sliding down from where they’d lingered along your temple to lovingly stroke your cheek. “But if you want to talk, you know I’m always here. You can tell me anything, sweetheart.”

You forced the smile onto your face again as you gazed up at him from your place along his chest, the rough pads of his fingers still tracing your cheekbone gently. He was so good to you and that only made you feel worse about hiding something from him, no matter how stupid it seemed. 

“I’m just tired,” you told him. “It was a long day dealing with everything with the move. I’m sure I’ll be my normal, slightly less nervous self in the morning.”

“I’ll love you however you are in the morning,” he murmured, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. “Because I love you .”

A more genuine smile slipped onto your lips, your eyes closing. “I love you, too, Matty,” you whispered back.

Silence settled in the bedroom as you felt Matt’s body relax beneath you. No doubt he was exhausted from having worked late last night, helping you unpack your things today, and then trying to relearn where some things now were in the space that had been just his for so long. You knew he’d had a long day, too.

With your eyes closed, you tried to let yourself relax and drift off to sleep. You did your best to focus on the usual faint sounds of the city a few floors below the apartment in conjunction with the steady breaths you could just barely hear coming from Matt. Despite how toned and firm Matt’s body was, you’d always found lying with your head on his chest far more comfortable than using a pillow. You weren’t sure if it was really because Matt was that comfortable or if you just loved that level of closeness and intimacy with him, though for some reason tonight you were finding yourself unable to just fall asleep. 

Without a clock, you weren’t sure how long you’d laid there awake, curled up alongside Matt trying and failing to sleep. Though it had to have been awhile because you’d long since noticed Matt had fallen asleep, the steady and rhythmic rise and fall of his chest easily cluing you in. Yet still you just couldn’t shake that nervous feeling swirling uncomfortably inside of you. The longer you tried to force sleep to come, the more awake you steadily felt yourself becoming. 

Eyes flying back open, you laid there for a moment in the dark as they tried to adjust to the near blackness in the bedroom. Gradually your head rose and fell along with each of Matt’s even breaths, but you only found yourself growing more restless next to his peaceful form. Lifting your head slowly from him, you very carefully tried to disentangle yourself from the hold he had on you without waking him. Which truthfully was a near impossible feat to accomplish– except for when he’d recently fallen into a deep sleep. Like right now.

Moving slowly, you slid towards the edge of the bed, carefully pulling the sheets from yourself  before you climbed off of the mattress. A chill ran through you at the loss of Matt’s body heat, the cold air of the apartment in comparison drawing goosebumps along your bare arms. You pulled the sheets back up on the bed and turned, quietly making your way towards the bedroom door. Cautiously you slid it open, not fully closing it all the way behind yourself afterwards before you turned and focused on the space before you. 

Now that you were out of bed, you weren’t entirely sure what to do. As you stood there trying to figure it out, your arms wrapping around your chest, you watched the light from the billboard just outside the large windows wash the space in a glow of blues and greens. After a moment you figured you could get yourself a glass of water and that might help you relax.

Making your way through the living room towards the kitchen, you came to a stop just in front of the shelf filled with cups. Both your glass cups and Matt’s were perfectly lined up side by side. On the shelf beside it, your plates and bowls were stacked neatly on top of the few that Matt already had. For a minute you just found yourself staring at them, realizing how full Matt’s normally sparse shelves looked. Glancing back over your shoulder, you spotted your television stand now situated across from Matt’s leather couch, your television sitting on top of it. The two armchairs that had always been opposite the coffee table were both now to the left of the couch, still giving Matt plenty of room to navigate from the entry hall to the living room, and from the living room to the stairs that led to the roof access. It looked different though, despite the familiar light from the billboard swathing the furniture in a myriad of colors. 

As you stood there staring at the furniture, that nauseating, nervous feeling finally fully uncoiled inside of yourself. You suddenly understood what had been gnawing at you all day. 

It felt almost familiar here. It wasn’t quite Matt’s place that you’d grown accustomed to over the year the two of you had been together, but at the same time it still was the apartment you’d spent so much time at. But it just felt different. It certainly wasn’t your apartment and it wasn’t exactly his, either. It was something else entirely. And that was what had been nagging at you all day–the unfamiliarity of this space.

For some reason the longer you stared at the television and everything that looked different and changed, the more you felt the increasing sting of tears in your eyes. Why you were suddenly getting emotional was beyond you, though. Reaching up, you wiped a hand at your eyes, trying to force the tears back. Somehow that only had them watering more.

And that was precisely when you heard the bedroom door slide open all the way and you jumped in the kitchen at the sound. Your focus shifted from the television to Matt standing at the edge of the bedroom, clad in only his dark boxers. There was a small frown on his face as he focused on you, his head slightly tilted to the side.

“Sweetheart?” he called out. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

You nodded immediately, trying to smile despite the tears still welling up. “Yeah, Matty, I’m fine,” you answered.

His shoulders dropped at your words and you wondered if that had registered as a lie to his ears. Matt immediately began shuffling his way towards you through the living room, his bare feet gently padding along the floor as he moved. You saw his brows faintly pull together and noticed the frown was still on his face as he made his way towards you. His focus never left you as he maneuvered around the rearranged space, though. 

“Are you crying?” he asked softly, entering the kitchen.

“No, I–”

You stopped at the same time Matt came to stand just in front of you. A look of concern was etched on his face as he reached a hand up, his fingers gently grabbing onto your chin and tilting your face up towards him. His eyes worriedly scanned around your face, searching for answers as he quietly said your name.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I–I just–” you broke off, shaking your head as he still held your chin. “It just feels…different here. Not the same,” you finally admitted. 

“Is that what’s been bothering you all day today?” he asked.

Pressing your lips together, you nodded. Matt’s expression softened as he continued to gaze back at you, his thumb brushing along your chin.

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?” he asked.

“Because I didn’t want to upset you. And I didn’t know what I was feeling,” you confessed. “Not until I couldn’t sleep and I came out here and saw your furniture all rearranged and a television in your living room. And–”  you waved a hand at the shelves beside you, “– actual dishware on your kitchen shelves. And there’s a fruit bowl with actual fruit on your counter. I mean there’s–there’s actually food in the fridge here, not just beer and eggs,” you continued on, the words tumbling out of you. “All of my clothes are in your closet or your dresser now. There’s tampons in your bathroom, Matt!” you exclaimed, the little amused chuckle he made barely registering in your ears as the words continued to nervously spill out of you. “I have dirty clothes in your laundry bin and my skincare products in your medicine cabinet and a vibrator in the nighstand–”

“What’s that now?” Matt asked, quick to cut you off as his brows rose, a cheeky little smile pulling at his lips. “What’s in the nightstand?”

You shot Matt a pointed look, one hand lightly swatting at his bare chest. The cheeky smile grew into a grin as he released your chin, both of his hands landing on your hips as he took a step closer towards you, closing the bit of space there had been.

“It feels different to me, too,” Matt admitted. “Things aren’t where I’m used to them being. And your scent is vastly stronger now with all of your things here. Not to mention there’s now a light buzz from the television–”

“I’m sorry,” you immediately blurted.

He continued to grin, shaking his head. “Don’t apologize, I can tune it out. I don’t expect you to never relax and watch your shows again, sweetheart. Or to not keep tampons in the bathroom or food in the fridge. But do you know why it feels different?” he asked you.

“Because all of my shit is here cluttering up your space now?” you joked.

He silently shook his head, suddenly walking you backwards and guiding you with the hands he had on your hips. Your brows drew together as he led you a handful of steps back until you eventually bumped into the counter behind you. Before you knew what was happening, Matt’s hands had lifted you up and set you on the countertop behind you, that smile on his face never wavering as the billboard washed him in red. His hands slid your bare knees apart as he slotted himself between your legs, your faces almost eye level now as he focused along your mouth.

“Because it isn’t my place and it isn’t your place,” he whispered. “It’s our place. And it might feel a little different,” he continued, his hands making their way to behind your back as he clasped them together, his eyes still focused on you. “And maybe it’s a little overwhelming right now, too.” 

He leaned forward, lowering his face to press a kiss to your shoulder. Your eyelids dropped closed, a small smile playing along your lips at the sweet gesture. Arms raising up, you encircled them around Matt’s neck and held him to you.

“But this place is what we make it now,” he finished softly. “You and me. Because it’s ours . Like I’ve been saying all this time.”

Eyelids fluttering open, you saw Matt’s face was mere inches from yours now. A tender expression was etched along his features as he stared back at you, slowly lowering his forehead to yours. Leaning in towards him, you connected your mouth to his for a kiss that was full of emotion. His mouth moved so gentle and slow against yours, the feel of him reassuring and calming. You could feel all of your nerves slowly dissipating and leaving your body the longer he kissed you. Relaxing even further into him, your arms tightened around his neck as he deepened the kiss. 

The two of you stayed like that in the kitchen for a few minutes, entirely lost in the moment, before Matt gradually broke away. His nose lightly bumped against yours, a smile tugging his lips upwards. Biting your own lip, you couldn’t fight back the smile that was slowly spreading across your mouth in return.

“You know, I told you I bought mint ice cream in the event you needed some comfort tonight,” he reminded you. 

You rolled your eyes. “Matt, it’s late,” you pointed out. Removing your forehead from his, you glanced at the time on the oven behind him. “It’s almost three in the morning.”

“So?” he asked.

He unwound his arms from around your waist, in turn causing you to remove your arms from around his neck. He took a couple of steps to the right, opening the silverware drawer and pulling out two spoons. As he closed the drawer he glanced up at you, a small smirk pulling at his lips as he raised a dark brow at you. He held out one of the spoons.

“You want some?” he asked. “Or are you going to make me eat toothpaste flavored ice cream at almost three in the morning all by myself?”

Warmth flooded your chest as you stared back at Matt standing there, a spoon in each hand. The simple fact that he’d gotten you your favorite dessert–the one you’d told him about way back on your first date–to hopefully help you feel comfortable here only filled you with so much love and gratitude for him. Reaching out, you accepted the spoon from his outstretched hand, your heart hammering loudly in your ears. The smirk grew on Matt’s face before he turned, about to make his way to the freezer to grab the ice cream. Without a single thought, you leaned forward and reached out, latching onto his arm before he had taken two steps. Matt stopped in his tracks, glancing curiously over his shoulder at you with furrowed brows. 

Quickly you tugged him to your place on the countertop, Matt willingly allowing you to pull him back towards you. Without hesitation your hand reached up and grabbed his stubbled cheek, drawing him close before your lips abruptly crashed back onto his. Clearly taken by surprise, it took Matt a brief second before his mouth responded to yours. The moment his lips began to react, you could feel him easily matching the intensity and enthusiasm that you were displaying. You did your best to pour everything you felt for him into that kiss, hoping he understood exactly what you were trying to say in that moment. 

When you finally pulled away from him, breathless and with swollen lips, you smiled back at Matt’s grinning face. Just to make sure he fully understood the message, you held his face firmly in your hand, your eyes locked on his when you spoke.

“I love you, Matthew Michael Murdock,” you told him. “And I want you to know you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

His smile widened into something bright, lighting up his entire face along with the red light from the billboard across the street. You could see the glisten of unshed tears in his eyes as he gazed back at you with so much affection written plain across his face. There was only the briefest of moments after your declaration before Matt abruptly closed the distance between you both again, capturing your lips with his in a passionate kiss that had you forgetting about absolutely everything except you and Matt in that very moment.

[cheesemonky]

Chapter 1: Lesson Learned... Or Not?

Pairing: bsf!hyunjin x reader (college au)

Series Masterlist

Word count: 1.05k

Summary: Boys come and go, but you don't know how long this has been going on. You date, you break up and then you're running back to your best friend for support. Little do you know, it's more than support he wants to give.

Honestly, you saw this coming. You didn’t want to admit it but you did. And you blame yourself for falling for it again.

As you sat in the serenity of your apartment, you couldn’t help but feel that there was something wrong with your upcoming dinner date. It was completely out of character for your boyfriend to randomly make plans. Surely… surely he can’t be doing what you think he’s doing? You’re too invested in this relationship for him to break it off now, so obviously not. Right? 

No time to dwell on that. The clock kept ticking, ticking, ticking closer to 7:00 and you knew you had to prepare for it sooner or later. So getting up, you reluctantly go to choose your outfit for this godforsaken evening. ‘If I wear something nice, he’ll stay’ you thought to yourself, but honestly, even an 8 year old would know how untrue that was. You decide on something nice after all, something a bit expensive, only because it’s likely that after this, you won’t be dressing up like that for anyone else anytime soon. Grabbing your purse and sliding on your shoes, you finally make it out of your home. A sigh. “Let’s get going then…”

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“Y/N, look… it’s not you that’s the problem, it’s me.”

There it is again. That annoyingly cliche line. It’s not just that everyone knows what it really means, but the number of people that have said it to you is just pitiful. ‘You prepared for this Y/N, just say something’. Breathing deeply, you said nothing but one word.

“I-... okay.” 

“...what? I’m not sure if you understand. I’m breaking up with you.”

“No, no, I understand. I just… how do you want me to respond?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from spilling all this random bullshit, only realising what you said after it came out. The adrenaline was really taking a toll on you, and at the worst time. You watched as he stared at you, eyebrows furrowed, eyes scrunched and lips parted.

“I-I don’t know..? I thought you’d like, beg me to stay or something… did our relationship not mean enough to you for you to do that?” 

Looking down at your lap, you tried not to let the tears welling up in your eyes fall. You couldn’t afford to let him see you vulnerable, not now, not when you decided to take this well, especially after all that preparation. 

“Well… it did. That’s why I don’t know what to do. Didn’t think it’d come to this. Didn’t want it to come to this. What about you?”

“...W-What do you mean..?”

“Did you even love me?” You can’t help but ask. It’s a thought that has been stuck in your mind since the start of this break-up date. Always claiming to love you, but then he goes and pulls this. You wouldn’t call it quits with someone you love. “Sorry, that was a bit too sudden… but please, answer it truthfully. Or I’ll leave this place, not knowing whether what we had was real.”

“At first, I guess there was something. Like, you were hot and all that, plus you get good scores on assessment pieces. But honestly? No. Not really.” He said so very calmly, as if he wasn’t just in the middle of breaking up with you. How could he be so nonchalant right now, especially about something of such great importance? As you processed what he just said, you realised now how stupid you had been this whole time. For him, it was always ‘bros before hoes’. For him, parties and drinks looked a lot more interesting than a dinner date with you. For him, any social gathering was better without… well, you. Yet, you never seemed to pick up on the signs. Or rather, you subconsciously chose not to. You chose to cling onto him, to keep him by your side, but now he was finally admitting how he had felt since the start and there was nothing for you to hold onto anymore. The gears began to turn in your head, the waterworks started flowing and that dam of resilience you had so carefully built up was finally broken.

He sighed, leaning forward onto his arms and onto the table. 

“Sorry, but could you continue crying… elsewhere? Like, at home? We’re in public, and I really would rather if people didn’t see me with you right now. You look like a mess honestly…” An incredulous look painting your face, you look up at him with disgust for his words right now. He really doesn’t give a shit about you, you realise. ‘Fine. If he wants me to go, then go I will’ you decided, ruffling through your purse for some cash before shoving it in front of him.

“H-Here. For the trouble I’ve supposedly caused you just by wanting your affection. D-Don’t bother paying me back, I-I’d rather not have to talk to you again. Bye.” You spat back at him, barely managing to get the words out. You shot up from your seat, clutching tightly onto your purse and phone, and stormed out the nice restaurant. Only thing you regret tonight is not buying anything from it. Sat on a bench nearby, you hail a taxi as soon as you can, and you’re already on the way home. Just… not your home. Being by yourself right now is probably the worst decision you could make, so where else could you go? 

You wished for it to rain, so you could feel more like a drama actor rather than a heartbroken idiot, but no, the moonlight only shined brighter as each second passed. Pulling up to the curb of an apartment complex, you paid the driver and rushed into the building, practically flying up the stairs. ‘If he’s not home, I’m going to kill him…’ you thought to yourself, the tears only falling harder at the idea he might be out right now. Finally. You’re here. You knocked as hard as you could onto the wood door, the last obstacle between you and peace. Feet rustling, footsteps getting closer, the door opening and then-

“What do you want now- oh shit. Again?”

You nod. He stood there, concern contorting the normally beautiful features of his face.

“Get inside, it’s too cold out here.”

“... Thank you Hyunjin…”

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[bella-buggied]

sᴛᴜᴅʏ sᴇssɪᴏɴ - ʙᴇʟʟᴀ ʀᴀᴍsᴇʏ

pairing: bella ramsey x fem!reader

summary: you are on finals week and have trouble studying. Bella helps you with that.

warnings: a little bit of suggestive languge, but it's mostly fluff

note: i just got done with finals last week and thought to write this thing to cope while i studied, but never finished it until now for those same reasons, i was studying and school consumed me. but now i'm free! this is 2.7k words btw, woah.

The desk was ready, every single one of your notes carefully stacked on top of eachother waiting for you to start revising for your exam. It was finals week, and you were exhausted just thinking about going through your notes and completing your study worksheets. Besides, you didn’t fully understand half the topics in the subject and it was hard to even sit down in your chair.

It was a relatively easy subject, you knew that. That’s what frustrated you the most. You had seen this in secondary school already and you had almost failed the class because of this topic, if it hadn’t been for your best friend letting you copy from her you would probably still be stuck in that class.

Now you were seeing the same topic and once again, you found yourself to be completely bored by it. This time no best friend to copy from.

You were looking for every little distraction you could find, like making sure your bed was made, and your laundry was sorted out, even cleaning the dust in your bookshelves –which you had to admit, they were very dusty–. Anything to busy yourself with meaningless tasks instead of actually studying.

At some point in the day you even started going through a photo album you found in your closet, but you had to remind yourself to stop.

Enough.

You had to study sooner or later –although you’d prefer it to be later– you didn’t want to fail your final, it would be too embarrassing for you and for everyone else.

You let out a sigh as you sat down and finally decided to flip through the pages. Every word and number was looking like gibberish to your tired eyes when you heard your bedroom door open in an obnoxious sound. The way the wooden door slammed into the wall let you know who it was bothering you at this very important study time, and you didn’t appreciate another distraction coming by. But this was different, you could let it slide.

“Baby, look what I got uss!” Their voice sounded way too excited for your liking, they even did a little tune to the words and you could picture them doing a weird dance as they walked into the room.

“Hon, I’m trying to study!” you said, spinning in your chair to look at Bella with a tired smile. Just like you thought, they were doing a little awkward dance showing off the white plastic bag in their hand. “How did you even get in?”

“Your mum let me in.” They smiled as they shrugged. That little mischievous smile that you loved, but not right now. Right now it was the biggest distraction in the room. And you hated it, even if you didn’t really.

“Of course she did,” you chuckled. The relationship your mum and Bella had was unnatural, they were friends and you couldn’t believe it. They even had tea every wednesday –when Bella wasn’t working, of course–, something you could never understand. They had absolutely nothing in common, yet they always laughed and found stuff to talk about. Although most of the time they only talked about you.

Most of the time you wondered if Bella was nice to your mum only to keep showing up unexpectedly at your house and not be reprimanded about it.

“Got us dinner!”

“I’m studying!”

You put your pencil down, and followed Bella with your eyes as they sat down on your bed and put the takeaway next to them.

“Let me help you out.”

“Oh, you don’t understand this Bell, it’s not your type of subject.” You quickly glanced at your notes, 

“Says who?”

“Uh, me? I don’t think you see this stuff in environmental sciences, baby.”

You giggled looking at your work with barely comprehensive handwriting, and you felt Bella standing up and walking up to you. They took a peek over to your worksheets and your notes, then they let out a soft chuckle.

“This is maths Baby. I can do maths.”

“Can you?”

“What do you think I do in Uni?”

“I don’t know. Plant trees, maybe?”

Bella laughed out loud, and you felt stupid for not knowing anything about your partner’s career. But now that you thought about it a little more it kinda made sense that they did maths, so you laughed too.

“Baby, I do lots of stuff and maths and other things, I don’t plant trees.”

“Alright, sorry! If you say so. Then help me out!”

“That’s what I’m trying to do, let me read the first exercise! These are so easy love, I don’t know what you don’t understand.” You handed them the worksheet, and they started reading, scrunching their nose and eyes as they struggled with your terrible handwriting.  Then they crouched to place the paper in the table again and point at a number. “Is this a– ”

“It’s a five.”

Bella hummed with a smile, “That’s what I thought it was.”

The way they leaned over the desk, only with one hand and their many rings on– you didn’t want your eyes darting that way. You didn’t want to think about their soft arm and holding their hand and feeling the cold sensation of their rings as you entwined your fingers.

But you couldn’t look away from the way they were tapping the sheet of paper with their index finger.

“No it wasn’t.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“Fuck you.”

“Alright, you want me to explain this to you or do that? ‘Cause…”

“Shut up and help me with this.” You turned away, hiding your flushed face from them. You loved their jokes, you really did, but this was not the time. This was a moment of sadness, of acceptance. You knew you were gonna fail and this was the moment where you finally gave up.

“Scoot over.”

Okay, not so much for the dramatics, Bella actually looked like they could help you understand.

You turned to face them again, with a frown. “I can’t scoot. This is a one-person chair.” It was a light blue office chair, with the little wheels and the arm-rests. Comfortable, but it definitely couldn’t hold two people.

They responded with a groan and an eye-roll. “Just– ” Bella pulled the chair back a little to open up a space in between the desk and you, then sat down on your lap, leaving you completely speechless.

“See this?” they pointed at the first digits of the problem, circling the numbers with their finger. “You have to multiply it by these other numbers, then you can rest the other stuff you get from adding these two and multiplying them to this. These letters have to stay the same though.”

You couldn’t move, not when Bella was sitting on your right leg. And you definitely hadn’t understood a single thing they said.

“So, babe– the answer, what is it?”

“Umm–” you gulped, trying to get some words out, but you were unsuccessful, successfully making Bella turn to you with a grin. Their face was too close to you, you didn’t need it right now. “So the five x goes multiplied by this four x?”

“Uh huh, then what baby?” they whispered into your cheek, you could feel their breath against your skin.

That had been all that had gone through your little empty brain.

“God, I can’t– I´m so gonna fail.”

“You can do it. It’s quite easy. Just watch me, pay attention.”

Bella grabbed the spare pencil from the desk and then slowly whispered to you each step, guiding you until the right answer. You would be lying if you said you listened to that whole explanation. Even if you didn’t want it to, your eyes eventually gave up and only focused on their hands and how they were writing the answers down, not on what they were writing. And of course, the sound of their raspy whispers so close to your ears made you go crazy in silence. But you got everything at the end, kinda.

You could definitely write a whole essay about the way their muscles tensed and the grip in which they held the pencil.

“You got all that, baby?”

“Mhm.”

“Now you do it.”

Very reluctantly you grabbed the pencil again, and continued with the next exercise. You always managed to screw up the order of the steps, but judging by Bella's smile as you finished the problem, you got it right this time.

“How’d I do?” You turned your face to Bella, still sitting on your leg. They looked back at you with that same grin and then placed their lips on your cheek, leaving a small and tender kiss.

“You did great my love. You think you can do the rest? Or do I explain them too?”

“I think I’ve done too much already, I deserve a break.”

You smirked, moving your hand up to Bella’s waist. They looked back at the page, then turned to you again. Bella shook their head with a soft chuckle. “You have no shame.”

“What I do have is an empty stomach, and you did bring food, so please get this away from me."

Bella stood up, grabbing your hand from their waist and intertwining your fingers as they dragged you over to the bed, where the takeaway bag sat. You loved how easy it was to make Bella do anything you wanted to. Whatever it was, they’d do it, no questions. Sure, Bella would help you study if that’s what you wanted, but they would also throw it all away just to bring you food because they definitely knew you were going to forget about dinner if they hadn’t showed up.

When you opened the food containers you could not stop smiling, they had gotten your favourite food. “Bell!”

“Oh, shut up.”

“I haven’t said anything!”

“I can see it in your face.”

“Is it so wrong to say thank you? Is it so wrong to say thank you to my partner for bringing me the best food ever?”

“Yes! It’s horrible, actually. Don’t ever thank me again. I just did it because you weren’t going to eat and your mum asked me to come by.”

You gasped. “You talked to my mum again? How dare you?!”

“She said you hadn’t left your room all day, and that you weren’t answering her.” As Bella explained themself, you could see their smile growing and their cheekbones showing a little more each second. You loved seeing that.

“You can’t be friends with my mum, how many times do you want me to say it?” You furrowed your eyebrows, you loved Bella dearly, but this was going a bit far.

“Yes I can! She’s fun.” 

“There’s no way!” You laughed, looking down at your food. “I can’t believe it.”

Bella put their food down, and grabbed your hand. “I worried about you, okay?”

“For being so stupid I couldn’t do a simple equation?”

“Apart from that,” they giggled. “because you hadn’t answered my texts either. Just thought to pop by, check in on you… Your mum was the one to suggest bringing you food, actually. She said if I brought it to you then maybe you’d eat it.”

“I’m fine now, thanks for coming. You saved my life” you exaggerated your own words, letting out a soft chuckle and holding onto Bella’s hand tighter.

“I really haven’t.”

“You explained those riddles to me! That’s basically saving my life.”

They shook their head, “I only explained the first two problems, baby. You know they only get more complicated from there, right?”

“What? I don’t believe you.”

It had to be a joke, right?

“Well, it’s true. They have more steps and they’re longer.”

Well, fuck.

“I don’t want to even look that way anymore, please could you do the exam for me? I will die tomorrow. I just know it. You can go there in my place! Pretend to be me, you’ll do great for me and then I will be able to get some sleep finally.”

Bella laughed at the foolishness of your words. “You silly, I can’t go in your place.”

“Oh, but it would be so nice if you could.”

“I can help you try to understand, that’s it:”

You looked at them with mischief spilling from your soul, “Really? And what will I receive in exchange?” you asked.

They raised an eyebrow. “Maths knowledge?”

“That’s torture. I need an incentive.”

Their eyes widened for just a second, then you knew Bella finally understood what you meant. “Oh, well– Whatever you wish for.”

“I have a few things in mind.”

“Let me teach you all about maths then.”

Less to say the food stayed untouched for a little longer, and you learned about the formulas to solve the rest of the problems. You couldn’t complain this time though, you knew a reward awaited for you, and Bella’s voice guiding you through the problems was enough to change your mind about the subject. You didn’t hate it anymore, not when you had Bella as your tutor.

“I think I won’t fail now, at least I’ll pass. If I don’t forget everything by tomorrow, that is.” You joked as you finished your food, Bella only looked up to giggle at your comment, their mouth was full with food and they couldn’t speak, so you laughed at them and how they tried not to spill anything as they laughed.

When Bella finally passed their food, they said. “You know, if you get less than an eighty percent on that exam I will be very mad at you. I made it so easy for you.”

“You’re the percentages expert, aren’t you?” you teased. Bella only scrunched up their nose and pointed with their fork to you.

“Shut up.”

“My head hurts. Now you have to help me with that.” Eighty percent was an expectation a little too high to have for you. You knew it, Bella knew it, your mum knew it. No one actually hoped for more than that, and that was okay.

“Let me go brush my teeth then.”

Bella of course remembered their promise to you, now they’d do whatever you asked. They put the rest of their food away, standing up to go to your bathroom and use their toothbrush, because of course they owned a toothbrush in your house. Judging by the many times Bella had stayed overnight, it would be weird if they didn’t have their own toothbrush in your bathroom.

“Fuck that, come here.”

You knew it was gross, both of you had just eaten and your breaths smelt like the food you just ate, but you couldn’t care less. You had held up your wishes to kiss them from the moment he walked through the door, but you knew once you did it there was no stopping you, and you really wanted to at least study a bit. But now your study worksheet was complete, and you could do it without any issue.

So that’s what you did, you pulled their hand and dragged them all the way up to you. Now they were standing in front of you and you were sitting down in your bed. And you looked at them like it was the first time you locked eyes, and then Bella smiled at you knowing what was about to happen. You pulled them into a well needed kiss, because both of you knew the other was waiting for it to happen.

And it didn’t matter that you were gross, because believe it or not, it was one of the best kisses you two had, and it evolved into something you would never forget. Between kisses and caresses, and forgotten headaches, Bella and you finally had the rest you both needed, releasing your energy on the other and finally –after such a long day– being together, how you two liked it.

No studying, no maths, no weird little distractions, just you and Bella. You and your partner, finally cuddling and kissing, and maybe something more.

Just like it should be, always.

You actually got a ninety five percent on your exam the next day, and you could feel through the air how proud of you Bella was when they picked you up from your class and you told them.

[i4bellingham]

HAPPIER: mason mount x reader

SYNOPSIS: you only appreciate what you have when it's gone. mason feels that certain way about you.

CONTENT: angst, breakups, written from mason's pov, oc named amelia, george russell x reader, kind of rushed ending (?) + not proofread please don’t sue me 🙏🏻

NOTE: i hope everyone's had a good week so far! if not, then i hope this upcoming one will be a lot more bearable for you <3 also not sure about the title like i literally suck at coming up with it but please ignore that if it doesn't match lol

ONE.

Everything felt like shit.

Everything just felt different now that you're finally out of Mason’s life.

It doesn't feel suffocating but it does feel like there's a hollow in his chest every time a reoccurring memory of you flashes by his mind.

It doesn't hurt. It doesn't bother him. But Mason does feel numb. He feels numb to everything around him and feeling certain emotions are lost.

A month after you left, the entire house was merely an imitation of what it used to be before it was bought; bare, soulless and empty. There's no longer any scent of coffee filling the house from your constant brewing. There's no more extra set of skin care supplies on the bathroom sink saved for you. There's no more neatly arranged closet when you hurriedly tucked away your clothes in your luggage before you left, leaving the closet nearly barren of anything to remember you by. The plants had all dried up from the lack of care from its now sole owner. The paintings and photos that used to give your walls a depiction of your character and your love for each other was now left empty, bare gray walls catching Mason’s eyes like the colorless sensation there is to his chest.

Everything wasn't the same.

Everything was never going to be the same.

TWO.

An entire year had passed by, yet there were still no apparent changes in Mason and his way of living.

Christian and Kai suggested for him to see somebody else, venture out and relive his romantic adventures with someone new.

Mason knew he shouldn't, not when he's not in a capable state to even be thinking about starting a new relationship but he simply nods his head. He agrees with their suggestion, just so they don’t bother him about this part of his life that he knows will never function the same.

And so, Mason prepares himself for the blind date prepped by his two friends that will happen in the weekend.

He got three more days left to sort himself out. He doesn't do anything. He dreads for that day to come.

Her name was Amelia.

　

THREE.

She was a nice lady. She had a kind smile, one that almost threw him off as she sat in front of him, introducing herself and shaking his hands. She wore an outfit he knew you'd be fussing to wear, he knew you'd ask him a plenty of questions and he'd assure you just as many times that you look phenomenal, just like you always do. Amelia was chatty, but not in the overbearing kind. She knew how to carry the conversation that Mason could give zero fucks about. But for the sake of her kindness, he tries to match her energy with his fake smiles, fake laughter, fake enthusiasm, fake everything. He just wants for the night to be over. He just wants to go home.

“I know you haven't healed from your last relationship with...” Amelia starts, and Mason was ready to cut her off, tell her that she doesn't have the right to touch such a sensitive subject with him, not when they barely know each other at all. “And I’m in the same position. The last relationship was what I thought would be my endgame, I was wrong obviously.” She chuckles, but it felt and sound faked in Mason’s ears.

Is that how he sounded all evening? Like he was restrained from something that kept him from showing his real emotions to a girl who showed him nothing but kindness?

Amelia leans back on her seat, a timid smile on her lips as she offers him her hand. “So because of that, I know I'm not in the right condition to be finding someone as of now to be in a relationship with... but I would like for us to be friends, if that's alright with you?”

Amelia waits for Mason to respond, and for a split second he considers declining her offer, tell her he's already got a bunch of them but he sighs and with that sigh he shakes her hand, now with a small genuine smile on his lips.

“Fine. Friends.”

He shouldn't have agreed to being her friend. Not when he knew there was a chance of her falling like in the cliche movies and books where the female friend falls for her male friend.

　　　

FOUR.

And as the tears run down from her eyes, Mason bites the insides of his cheeks as he moves his head to divert his gaze elsewhere.

“I don’t know until when do I have to compete with her... she's not here anymore Mase but why are you so keen on holding onto your memories with someone who's already moved on with someone else?” She asks him, weeping softly.

Mason isn't sure why himself. Was it the memories? Was it the way you used to love him so freely? Was it the way you accepted him for all his flaws and stayed by his side despite the time where football grew harsh on him and he wasn't on his best form? Was it because you saw past his flaws but still stayed with him, whispering how much he means to you and how much you love him during the late night evenings when you're both on bed and when you thought he was already fast asleep? Whispering kind and loving words so emotionally that tears ran down your cheeks and onto the bed, probably thinking that he doesn't know that you show him your most vulnerable state of loving when you think he's asleep beside you? Which was it?

“I’m here for you Mase. I’ve been here for you for for nearly a year. She might have loved you differently but I can love you in my own way... just let her go.”

Mason lets her hand go, turning his back on her as he walks back and forth in front of Amelia in the parking lot of the restaurant.

“You know I can't do that-” Mason bites his lips, gnawing on it as he paces. “Ame you know I can't do that-”

Amelia walks over to him, grabbing his hands and she pleads him, tells him that Yes, You can Mase! You can but you just chose not to!

Mason wants to tell her that he can't. That he shouldn't have gone to that blind date in the very first place because now he's hurting the one friend who was there for him, who understood him.

But as another car flashes their headlights to their left as it was being parked and a familiar figure steps out, all thoughts immediately leave Mason’s head.

The door to the restaurant opens before Kai steps out, wanting to fuse down the conversation and get the two back inside before his eyes too lands on the familiar figure standing a mere 10 feet away from them. And all of a sudden, that plan doesn't seem as easy as it sounded in Kai’s head.

Because like some fucked up game the fates conjured, you were there, standing and staring at the situation you were cluelessly partly the cause of.

“Mase? Kai?”

Mason nearly ran to you, beg for you to take him back, tell you that he still loved you despite your relationship ending a year and a half ago. But somethingㅡsomeone kept him from doing so and just ultimately saved his face from the embarrassment it could've caused.

“You know them love?” George fucking Russell places an arm around your waist as he awaits for your answer, patiently and kindly doing so before you're nodding your head with a smile.

“Yeah... they're my, my friends.”

Friends? Ha. Mason wanted to clarify that he wasn't just a friend, that he was but he was your boyfriend once too.

George sends them a head nod and a tight-lipped smile. “Well... it's always nice to meet my girlfriend’s friends. I’m George Russell.”

Kai walks over to offer a hand, one that George immediately shakes before the German hugs you. You wrap an arm around Kai, warily eyeing Mason and only then noticing the girl beside him.

You were about to approach them and introduce yourself when Mason opens his mouth and says something he knew he will regret immensely.

“You should join us... for dinner. Just so we can, catch up and talk properly.” He offers, and Kai sends him a warning look.

“That is if we're not going to be a bother with your night, of course.” Kai adds. “You can joins us at our table.”

“Yeah.” Amelia nods her head beside Mason, and he notices that she's dried her tears, plastering on one of her friendly smiles. “I would love to know Y/N that I have heard so much about from the guys.”

Instead of declining, you turn your head to George. “Can we love?”

George fucking Russell leans down to fucking kiss your head, smiling charmingly as he replies. “Sure love, we can join them for dinner. Would be a nice opportunity to know your friends better I reckon.” He chuckles.

Amelia leads the way, opening the door as she gestures for you and George to follow her in while introducing herself to the both of you.

Mason and Kai were left standing in front of the restaurant, the recent happening weighing heavily on the both of them and embracing them in an uncomfortable silence.

But Kai breaks that after a while, shooting him a stern glare as he points a finger on Mason’s chest. “Don’t do something fucking stupid Mase. I know you, but don't do something that will hurt you and her again.” Kai follows after the three of you inside the restaurant, leaving Mason alone to dwell on his thoughts.

Mason used to think that everything was colourless, dreary and hollow after you left. He still believes in it. He doesn't know how to fix this way of feeling and thinking but after tonight, he's sure that there's no way of retrieving you back with him no matter how much he wants to. Not when there's a ring band on your ring finger. Not when you're already entwined with someone else that you so clearly loved, just awaiting for the time to pronounce your love in front of family and friends.

Mason is so used to think of everything so differently, and he can't help but think that maybe he'll never get over this one anytime soon.

[dementer-blue]

Better

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Warnings: Hurt/comfort

Notes: I haven’t written anything in some years and english isn���t my first language either, so sorry if it’s corny yall

Melissa wasn’t doing well.

     She missed her girlfriend so much, even when they saw each other just before the classes started, in the break room.

     Y/N was the third-grade teacher and knew there was something off with Melissa. She was extra clingy today and that wasn’t much like her morning self. She even walked Y/N to her class today, which was odd, the other teachers still don’t know about their months old relationship, only Barbara, always Barbara.

     Melissa just wasn’t feeling herself today, she felt sad for no reason, she felt jealous for no reason. She just wanted to cling into her woman and sleep.

—Ms. Schemmenti, are you ok? — Jack, a sweet little girl, one of Melissa’s students, asked, amused about the teacher’s behavior

—Oh, yeah, hon, I’m good, I’m great, how are ya doing? — Melissa cursed on herself for looking vulnerable next to the kids, she hated that. How could they rely on her if she looked as bad as them?

     Thankfully the girl quickly forgot as she busied herself on telling the teacher about the new word she learned the passed day. Melissa shoved everything away for a bit, for the kids, and got her usual face and behavior back for the rest of the lesson. Fortunately, lunch came soon, and the redhead hurried to the break room in the search of her partner. There were no people in there yet, the teacher sat as she waited for her girlfriend to arrive, it would be useless going after the woman in her class, if the kids weren’t there the woman would already be on her way to the break room.

     Barbara got there, Melissa still wore her “natural” face, but the kindergarten teacher knew her too well.

—What’s wrong, Melissa? — the woman had a soft expression, she could see there was the way on trying to make Melissa talk when she wasn’t feeling well

—I don’t wanna talk about it, Barb. — she barely looked at the other teacher, she couldn’t.

     That’s exactly when Y/N walked in, cutting Barbara who was just about to ask something else. She didn’t even had time to react when Melissa got up, grabbed her by the arm and quickly dragged her to one of the second grade’s classroom, Melissa’s classroom. The redhead closed the door and shoved herself in her lover’s arms, she had a quick breathing and was in the verge of tears. Y/N knew something was off, but usually it wasn’t that bad, Melissa would never break in front of people.

—Mel, try breathing with me, alright? Just like that… — she inhaled and exhaled deeply while holding the teacher close. Not much later, Melissa’s breathing got in a steady pace, and she wasn’t trembling anymore.

—Thank ya, dear…

—Do you wanna talk about it? — the younger woman said as she kissed the other’s head.

—I don’t know…

—It’s ok, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, dear — another peck on her head.

—It’s just-… It’s just that I feel sad and I don’t really know why, I missed you during classes, I feel jealous of people your age cuz I think you would be happier without having to change your spouse’s diapers in some years and all of that makes me feel stupid…

—Oh, dearest, there isn’t a single person in this whole universe that would make me feel better than you do. I love you so much it makes me feel like a teenager. I wouldn’t’ change you for the world because you’re the only thing in it that matters to me, I don’t freaking care if I have to change geriatric diapers for you or glue dentures in your mouth, I don’t care! The only thing that matters to me is if it is with you, I don’t want anyone else because I love you so much it hurts my heart to see you like that, my only job is to make you happy and you aren’t right now cause you’re the best thing that happened in my life and I cannot lose you, Melissa —they were both crying, not sad tears now, happy ones. They felt found.

—I love you too, baby, so much. — they sobbed in each other’s arms, their eyes were filled with love, they felt better, so much better.

     The finally sealed their lips together, in an oh so passionate kiss, they felt so overwhelmed with love, is like the whole world could collapse at that moment and they wouldn’t care, they wouldn’t even see it.

     Melissa felt better.

[majestichyuk]

Second Try

Pairing :- Johnny x fem!reader

Summary:- All she wanted was a good first date, and the least the other party could have done so well, was be there. 

Genre:- fluff, kinda angsty, strangers to friends (can be something more if you use ur imagination ;) 

Wc :- 1.6k

WARNING ⚠️:- NONE

NOTES: - it may be a little cringy or rushed idk, but it probably is lol. This is my first fic so critique is always accepted, I can improve. Wanted to write something and this was the idea, something cute. Anyway, hope you like it. Don’t be afraid to interact. 🙂 LIKE, FOLLOW & REBLOG.

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The light breeze blew against the rainy night, delicate drops of rain damping the side of my shoulder uncovered from the tiny umbrella. Nervousness is an understatement for how I'm feeling, I haven't been out as much and don’t put much energy into seeking a companion.

Today is different from my normal routine, other than going home from a long day of work to relax and prepare my dinner for the night I went into my closet and dug out all the repeated fits I’ve worn. Finally, I set my palm on a nicely wrapped box with a bow on it given to me by my mother who recently transitioned into an angel. She told me to wear it on a special occasion, the day I think will change my life, and today felt like that day.

I met the guy after my shift was done from work, he stopped me on my way home to ask for directions to a certain place. I don’t normally do this, but he felt like he could bring happiness to my dull life, we talked every day after that, but he wasn’t the best at conversations, he mostly talked about himself but It’s okay cause it’s better than being alone.

I don’t own a car yet, so I caught the bus on my way there. We agreed to meet at a peaceful little restaurant called ANL Cafe that recently opened. I've never been there so I was excited when he suggested it.

Wrapping the dainty jacket around me tightly I came out of the bus and walked towards the Cafe. The rain started to pour down a little more, so I quickened my step and eventually entered the warm environment. Shaking the water from out the umbrella I closed it and placed it in the provided bucket inside the cafe.

I saw an empty seat close to the window wall. I took my jacket off and placed it on the back of the seat. Before I sat, I looked around to see if I saw him but ended up with no luck.

“Maybe I came too early,” I said, a little unsure if that was the case. I checked my phone to look back at the conversation we had on the time we should meet here, and I was exactly on time.

I brushed it off and waited, there’s nothing wrong with being a few minutes late.

“Hello there, and welcome to ANL Cafe! What can I get for you today?” an overexcited employee greeted me with such enthusiasm, that I found it cute.

"Hi, I'm actually waiting on someone, but a glass of water would be nice," I assured him as I gave a polite smile, which he quickly returned.

"A glass of water, coming right up!" He winked at me with a cheeky smile and left to return a minute later with the glass in hand.

"Here you are, ANL's finest tapped water," he laughed at his joke, and I couldn't muster up the strength to not laugh as well.

"Thank You..." I looked at his name tag. "Jaemin?" I asked curiously.

"Yes, that is correct, is there anything else I could get for you?" Jaemin politely asked but I shook my head, so he bowed and walked away.

15 minutes passed and I still don't see any signs of him showing up after calling and messaging him a couple of times with no response. I wasn't overly excited about moving to the next stage of our relationship, but I assumed that If I gave it a try, I wouldn't regret it, but the more I sat here and thought about it the more disappointed I became with myself. 

There wasn't much of a spark between us, but I settled for it because he wasn't a bad guy, he was quite respectful and sweet but if I'm being honest, he's a 20% type of guy, a choice made in the moment, an open opportunity taken. 

Many would have gotten up and left after probably 10 minutes but after the half an hour mark hit, I decided to order my food and treat myself. I exchange words with Jaemin here and there, he's sweet and he also told me he's working for his older brother because he looks up to him and I thought that was quite admirable. 

After I paid for my meal, I left the cafe and surprisingly the rain was still falling. I took up my umbrella, put on my jacket, and headed back outside.

I found a nearby bus stand and the seat was shockingly dry. I sat down and waited for the bus to arrive. 

I see a figure at the corner of my eye as they sit beside me but not too close. I kept my head straight, not daring to look in their direction. 

"It's raining quite a lot, isn't it?" The gentleman beside me asked in such a soothing and deep tone.

"Yea...I guess" I replied quite uneased, wondering why he was trying to start a conversation with me.

I looked at my side to see he braced his head on the headrest, looking up at the bus stop roofing, with a hat and umbrella in his left and right hand. 

"Would be nice to be at home right now cuddled up in my bedsheet with this weather, you know?" He turned his head to look at me with a look in his eyes that had me more intrigued than I actually wanted to be.

"You're not wrong," I scoffed "I'd rather be there more than anything right now,".

"So why aren't you there?" He asked me and seemed more interested then as he turned his body towards me. 

"If you don't mind me asking, that is," he reassured me so that I wouldn't feel pressured, but I brushed it off.

"It's fine really, I was actually supposed to be on a date with a guy I have been talking to for 3 weeks now, but he stood me up, so I had my dinner and left," I laughed a little when I saw the concerned expression on his face.

"Don't pity me, I'm okay, really, I'm actually happy he didn't show up," I looked up at the bright stars peeking through the dark clouds of the rainy night. He did the same and relaxed in the seat.

Silence took over us as the windy breeze passed by.

"I'm Johnny by the way," he put his hand out for me to shake. 

I looked at him and realized how beautiful he was, I shook his hand and felt something between my fingers.

"I actually saw you at the cafe and you left this on the table" He chuckled lightly. I looked in my hand to see my bracelet that I had the habit of playing with and sometimes taking it off when I’m eating.

"And here I thought you wanted to be friends," I playfully pouted. 

"Well, I had to make sure you were worthy of receiving back such a valuable item," he said in a snarky tone. 

"So, you were going to steal my shit?!" I smacked his arm. "I would have definitely done some investigation work and jumped you if I saw you in the street," I smirk and place my bracelet back on my wrist.

"Oh?" Johnny opened his hand towards me. "Give me it back and let's see how good of a tracker you are," he said in a challenging manner inching his hands closer.

I thought about it reluctantly, I don't know why a decision like this has to have a second guess, the first obvious choice would be to laugh it off and decline but he's quite interesting and had a weird cozy aura around him. So, I placed the bracelet in his palm and looked him deep in the eyes and he held the gaze with such confidence.

I removed my hands and placed them to my side, resting them on the seat. Johnny put the bracelet on and chuckled lightly.

"I like this game," he pushed his hair back and placed his hat back on. "A game of cat and mouse?" he tilted his head towards you as he asked curiously.

"More or less, you make me want to step out of my comfort zone," I wiped my face with my handkerchief as the wind blew the rain toward me.

"So, you felt the connection too? well ever since you stepped into my Cafe, I was intrigued by you actually," He crossed his arm over his chest and as I looked towards him, I realized he was gently gazing at me awaiting my response, but I looked at him confused.

"You own ANL Cafe?" He laughed and nodded his head. "So, you're Jaemin's older brother I assume?".

"I guess you'd have to go to the cafe with me and find out over a better meal that's actually paid for," he said in a flirty tone that made me break into a smile.

I laughed and looked at the road to see a bus arriving and quickly stood up.

"Oh, what a shame, the damsel has to leave to return to her exciting life of wonderful joy, happiness, sunshine, and prosperity," I dramatically placed the back of my hand over my eyes. Johnny burst out in laughter at my unexpected action.

"Well, I guess this bracelet is your diamond slipper," he looked up at you with starry eyes. "I never caught your name," he stood up and gently touched my elbow.

"Maybe I'll tell you If we happen to see each other again," I looked up at him, he was tall and even more gorgeous up close as the moonlight shaped his features.

The bus stopped in front of us. "Next time, Johnny?" I asked, waiting for his reply before I stepped into the bus.

"2 is my lucky number, so I'll make sure our second meeting leads to me getting your name and giving you your bracelet back in exchange for a continuous friendship," Johnny smiled brightly as we waved goodbye.

[rottngdeer]

Bloodsuckers — 2

Pairings || Hannibal Lecter x Vampire!Female!Reader

Part 2/?

Contents/Warnings || Blood drinking, manipulation, talks of cannibalism, murder, and starvation

Part 3 is here

Hannibal took notice of Will's behaviour around you. He was attached; especially attentive when you spoke, stood by your side wherever you went, eyes on you constantly. He decided that he would invite the two of you to his latest dinner party to observe a little closer. He needed to see if Will knew about tour secret, or if this was something else he had to deal with. The two of you arrived together around 7. Will was wearing one of his grey suits, looking uncomfortable being around so many people already; and you, wearing black heels and a long black dress that hugged your body just right.

“Always nice to see the two of you outside of work,” Hannibal approached. Will didn’t say anything, too busy looking around at the food with a look of faint disgust. You smile at Hannibal, “Same to you.” You and Hannibal hadn’t been alone since a few nights ago when he declared that he knew your secret, and he confessed that he was the Chesapeake Ripper. You wondered if he invited you to this party to talk to you about what he wanted to do next. Unfortunately you didn’t get much time to speak to him since several people approached you to say hello and have small talk throughout the night.

But Hannibal was watching you. Will didn’t leave your side, and you did the usual mingling and pretending to eat solid food when in reality you just mushed it around and only took small bites to not seem suspicious. When Will walked off eventually to use the bathroom and you were finally alone, Hannibal took his chance.

You felt his hand on your lower back, “Is Will aware of your… age?“ He asked quietly in your ear from behind, asking the question in a simple way in case anyone heard. You sigh in reply, “As far as I know… Will thinks I’m turning 33 next month. 33 and no older. Then again, you found out and I didn’t know until you told me.“

“Do you plan on telling him?”

“Do you think I should?”

“No. But judging by the way he doesn’t leave your side, I wouldn’t be surprised if he found out somehow. Are the two of you dating? I should be aware of any relationships you may have. “

“No, and you have no right to know about my— “

Hannibal cuts you off, “We can’t let anything effect our arrangement.“

“I barely know what our arrangement is. You haven’t exactly explained much yet.”

“I will explain it soon enough.” With that, he walked off to talk to other guests. You set down your plate of food and walk upstairs, knowing no one else would be there. Will had just come out of the bathroom and saw you, so he immediately went after you. You had found and sat down in an empty room and stared out the window. What the hell did you get yourself into?

“Are you okay?“ Will asked as he closed the doors behind him.

You sigh, “I’m fine.“

Will sat down beside you on the small couch, thigh to thigh touching. “You can talk to me about anything, you know.”

You smile weakly at him, “I’m fine. Just… stressed I guess.”

“Because of Jack pushing us about the Ripper cases?”

“Yes,” You lied, “ I’ll be fine, I'll probably just go back downstairs and get some food. Whatever weird French thing Hannibal whipped up.”

“We both know that neither of us really like that stuff.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can tell you only push around your food no matter what it is. You just poke around with food so it looks like you did. And if you actually eat some, you never seem to like it.”

You smiled a little, “ Yeah, I guess that’s true. I’m… picky.”

Will nodded a little, “Right.”

“Well… we should head back down before anyone misses us.”

Will followed you back downstairs, and the two of you mostly just wandered the party talking quietly to each other until people trickled out.

“I’m going to stick around for a little while, I need to speak to Hannibal about something,” You told Will.

“Do you want me to wait outside for you?”

“No, I’ll be fine. I don’t know how long it’ll take anyways. “

“See you soon then?”

You nodded and gave him a small smile before he left. You let out a small sigh as you walked into the kitchen, finding Hannibal pouring himself a glass of wine.

“I have something for you,” He said, without even looking up at you. You watched as he took out a bottle of crimson red liquid. As he opened it and poured it into a wine glass, your pupils dilated and your senses heightened. Blood.

Hannibal walked up to you holding his wine and your blood. “Enjoy it,” He handed you your glass. You took the glass, taking a shirt sniff of the blood before drinking it. You eyed Hannibal as you did. When you finished a few gulps, you stopped. “Thank you… for whatever kind of bribe this is.”

“It is a small look into what I could give you all the time.”

“You think I can’t feed myself.”

“No. But I also know that you can’t keep swiping people off the streets or you’ll get caught. Especially if you leave the bodies around and don’t hide them properly.”

“Would you rather I set them up like art pieces as you do?”

“I’d rather we work together finding people— and you help me with my little ‘art pieces’. And in return you get your fill of blood as I get my fill of meat. There’s less of a possibility you get caught if you work with me.”

“Why do you suddenly need help? Seems like you’ve been doing fine all on your own.”

“I can see something in you. There’s more urges that you hide behind your basic instinctual need for blood. I want to help you, you just have to let me.”

“What if I don’t agree to any of this?”

Hannibal gave you a small smile, “Then you can guarantee the next time the Ripper kills, you’ll be framed for it. I’m sure you’d be very bored in prison. And I’m guessing eventually you may die of starvation. If you were to survive the entire prison sentence people would be suspicious on how you haven’t aged. Then you’ll spend forever as a science experiment, wasting away. Unless of course, you agree to help me.”

He took a sip of his wine while keeping eye contact with you, waiting for your agreement.

“When do we start?”

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.44 Get your girl

I pissed off rude girl, and that was fun. I saw an old man do a headstand, and that was amazing. To top off an already awesome day, not only did the old man join me for guided meditation but also so many sims wanted to join the class, I had to turn some away! I hated doing that, but it was such a good problem to have. Sims were finally recognizing the benefit of quieting their thoughts and practicing mindfulness, and I loved to see it. But as fate always had it, my good fortune ended. I had a room full of sims who paid me to teach them how to focus and quiet their minds, yet I could not focus. I tried everything, but I just could not get there. Something in my life must not have been in order. Meditation would have been the perfect time to figure it out, but I had a room full of sims waiting for my prompts to guide them. I never liked to half ass things, but I was unable to do my job so I reused the clouds prompt again to get me through class. When it was over, I went to the sauna to relax and figure out why I couldn't focus. At first, I thought maybe it was this business with Yasmine coming back to haunt me, but I had already squashed that. I combed over everything and still could not figure it out, so I stopped trying. Sometimes I stressed myself out trying to solve things when what I really needed to do was relax, so that was exactly what I did. I closed my eyes, leaned back, and emptied my mind. A while later, someone joined me in the sauna and then another, so I figured it was time to leave. As soon as I stood up, it hit me. I had unfinished business and left the spa immediately to make things right with Maira.

She answered the door with the blankest of expressions.

"Hey..." I said uncomfortably.

"What do you want, Luca?"

Ouch.

"Look...I'm sorry for popping up like this. I know it's late, but can we talk?"

She nodded, let me in, but stood at the door as if she were prepared to throw me out if I said the wrong thing.

"I feel like I upset you, and that was not my intention."

She gestured toward the couch, finally, and we sat. I was going to continue with my apology, but she interrupted me.

"When you said I was your friend... That night...the fire...I know you felt something. How could you not?"

So we were going there, huh? I tried to bury those feelings, but maybe I was ready to talk about it with her. I'd been confessing a lot of that deep, hidden stuff to myself lately. Maybe this won't be too hard.

"I did," I said. "But... Things have been really complicated for me...in that way."

"Complicated how?"

I took a deep breath.

"I like you, Maira. I do. But I..."

I felt things slowly going off the rails, and I hadn't even said anything yet, so I took a different approach, hoping things would flow better.

"You're beautiful..."

Her eyes opened wide in surprise.

"Me?"

It was my turn to be surprised.

"You're kidding, right?"

"What? I don't get too many compliments like that. Most guys I dealt with were fans of my ass."

I couldn't help it, but I let out a tiny chuckle. Maybe it was the way she said it.

"I, uhhh...I will admit to also being a fan, heh. But I'm not just talking about your face. You're beautiful inside, too. If someone were to hold a SimRay to my head and say I had to get married right away or I'd die, you would be one of the women at the top of my list."

"Aww! Really?"

"Yeah... I said it was complicated because I feel that way about you...and someone else, to be honest. But I'm still afraid to make a move. My parents have been divorced my whole life, basically. I didn't have many examples of healthy, thriving relationships growing up. I still don't. And even now, as an adult, I keep learning things about my parents that make me even less sure about if I'm cut out for this. I don't want to end up like them, so it's easier to keep everyone at a distance until I figure myself out. But that's gotten harder and harder to do the more I get to know you all. I don't want to mess up."

She sat there, still listening, so I went on.

"When I said you were my friend, I wasn't trying to say that's how I saw you and we had zero chance of anything else. I was simply stating you are my friend, and I would always be here for you."

She nodded slowly.

"I knew your parents were divorced, but I didn't know you were still being affected by it. I guess it all makes sense now."

"I'm sorry if it felt like I was leading you on, or whatever. That wasn't my intention. I've been thinking about things a lot lately and trying to remember my parents' problems had nothing to do with me and I don't have to do what they did. So I've decided to give dating a try. Heh, according to my Dad, you and I may have been doing that this whole time. I don't want to be scared anymore. But I also don't want anything serious right now. I do want to find someone I'd be willing to get serious with, so...yeah. I'm dating."

"That's very good to know," she said. "I kinda feel the same way. I wasn't upset because I thought we were going somewhere because I'm not looking for anything too serious right now, either. I was upset because I thought you friend zoned me, and it just made me think about all the other guys I'd dealt with. I thought you were different...someone I'd like to be with when I am ready. But in that moment, I thought you were just like everyone else, taking what they want and throwing me away when it was convenient for them. That upset me because I just want to meet a good guy for once. So...yeah...I'm sorry I thought you were a llama snot."

I hadn't heard llama snot since we were kids. It made me smile.

"I'm sorry you've met so many douche bags."

She shrugged.

"You win some, you lose some. Speaking of losing... If you like this other girl, I think you should go for it and forget about me."

My stomach rolled.

"What? No. I could never forget about you. You're one of my best friends!"

"I don't mean cut me out of your life. I just mean, if you're waffling between her and me, choose her."

A tiny part of me was relieved she had taken herself out of the proverbial race because, if it came down to Maira and Sophia, I honestly didn't know how I'd choose. But I still didn't want to lose her. True, we were just friends and could remain friends. But the part of me that wanted more than that was sad.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because, Luca! I know you say you're scared, and you think you're not ready, but you are! And you want it! I can see it in your eyes and in the way you behave. Just be with her. You'll be fine. I'm nowhere near ready for what you want, and I'm sorry if I lead you to believe I am. My family... I love them, but they are driving me nuts right now. My parents just had another baby, and my sister is pregnant again. And top it all off, my brother just got married."

"Who married him?" I asked in disgust.

She laughed because she knew I couldn't stand that guy.

"Malia."

My eyes widened that time.

"Malia Gallardo?"

The girl I used to like who liked my sister instead of me?

"Yep! They're ummm...they're interesting together... But anyway, with all these babies and marriages going on, everyone's looking at me like 'well???' and tapping on their fictitious watches. I just don't want any of that. At least not now. Maybe never! I don't know right now. But what I do know is I'm going at this much slower than you are, and I don't want to hold you back. So...go get your girl. And before you ask, yes we're still friends, yes, I want to see you from time to time, and yes, when you're ready, I'd like to meet her."

I didn't know what to say or even what to feel. What did she see in me that told her I was ready for a serious relationship? I wanted to see it too. I should have felt liberated, but I was still a little scared. Of what? I didn't know. Fear of the unknown, probably. I suppose that was healthy. Still, I wasn't prompted to go home and call Sophia.

[japhan2024]

Anthony... I.. I..

Ian couldn't quite say it, but his eyes, wide and extremely blue, told Anthony everything.

Ian and Anthony's adult friendship had many new dimensions to it. From deep talks at Anthony's house to long dinner nights out with Ian's friends. From working together again and searching for creative solutions whenever there was a disagreement, to getting high after hours when they were the only ones left at the Smosh office.

Anthony still didn't quite believe it when he would look into his best friend's eyes, and they would look right back at him, beaming. No more pent-up frustration, no more grudges to be held. And Ian would ask what was the matter, why was he tearing up. And he could only answer that he was happy because that bell of truth was ringing loud and clear in his heart.

And he knew his friend was happy too. Not only did Ian look better every day, fresh clothes, bling and haircut. But he demanded the attention of the room, wherever he was. Everyone would laugh at his jokes - of course Anthony would make an effort to still laugh the loudest - and he, in turn, would laugh at Anthony's jokes, something he only rarely did before.

All Anthony needed in a relationship was for the other person to love him unconditionally and affirmatively. It was no coincidence, therefore, that he fell a little bit in love with his best friend. The one who chose him so vociferously, after everything, after all those years. Every time he looked at Ian, his brown hair, his sharp nose, his full lips. And those eyes he hadn't been able to look into for such a long time. They were bright, blue, and a true window to Ian's soul, however cliche that might sound. Anthony loved staring into them. They were intoxicating... he forgot where and when he was altogether, but he didn't care. He wanted to get lost in that mysterious blue world.

And because of that forming crush, which he didn't quite realize yet, Anthony made an effort to look his best every day too. He'd spend a full hour in front of the mirror, practicing expressions and fixing his dark mane of curls. Ian once jokingly mentioned "Wow those pants look hot" and he would only wear that sort of pants ever since.

And then it happened.

Ian spotted a lonely eyelash and and carefully wiped it off of Anthony's cheek. Their cast member Courtney was sat in between them. Otherwise, Ian would surely have noticed Anthony's blushing gasp. Anthony couldn't think of anything else the rest of the day and laid wide awake all night, this new truth crashed into him.

I love Ian.

Anthony called Ian to come over. When he arrived, all kinds of scenarios shot through Anthony's mind. But he knew he must keep the walls down and tell Ian everything.

"Ian, I love you, you know that, right?"

"Of course. I love you too" Ian laughed a bit sheepishly.

"Well, haha that's so great! Um.." Anthony gulped. But he took a careful step towards Ian.

"Ian, ever since we've become friends and best friends again, you've been the most wonderful person.. the best person in my life. You've always been that, even during our worst moments."

Did Anthony see that right? Was Ian blushing?

"And.. well haha! You know me, I'm an awkward little freak!"

The joke cut through the tension a bit. But Ian didn't cut him off with more jokes. He took a step towards Anthony. Total panic. But he couldn't go back now.

"Ian, when.. when you are with me, I can do anything in the world. Without you, I'm a mess. And I've just realized.. I love you, like.. I'm in love with you."

Ian's mouth fell open. His eyes widened and he breathed in. He took another step towards Anthony. They stood really close now. Anthony was shaking. Slowly, he willed his hand up and fixed Ian's quiff for him.

"Anthony... I.. I.."

Slowly moving closer, nobody knew who took the initiative, but all of a sudden, their lips touched, and Anthony's entire body felt like it was on fire. Never in his life had he experienced this sensation. He felt himself open his mouth and invite Ian's tongue in. He felt Ian's soft and warm hands pulling his waist close while they held onto the back of his shirt. With shaking hands, Anthony stroked Ian's cheeks, his neck. Ian's beard tickled, and Anthony giggled through his nose. Ian did the same.

They took a moment to catch their breath. They looked at each other, carefully smiling, and Anthony felt tears run down his face. Before Ian could comment, he said "tears of joy," and kissed Ian, his Ian, his and only his, again.

[stangelvve]

One Little String

Summary: Y/n and Wilbur are touring together and hiding their relationship

Pronouns: They/Them

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and being tipsy!

A/N: I defenitly had a different idea for the way this was to go, but I never write fluff anymore and needed some fluff lol. Quickly written and barely edited as per usual for me :)

 Named after One Little String by Jule Vera. 

“Listen, it’s not that I don’t like them.” Wilbur started, leaning back onto the musty couch in the greenroom. A few bands sat in the room, loud music pouring over the walls. Bottles of alcohol scattered on just about every surface. 

 Wilbur’s favorite topic was brought up, Y/n. Somehow, he couldn’t quite remember how it was brought up. Maybe it was the fact he was three drinks in and he could feel the familiar buzz in the back of his head. Maybe it was because he could hear the sound of their voice singing on the other side of the walls. A melody only the two of them know was written for him. 

“Bullshit,” Tommy’s voice cut in, rolling his eyes. Wilbur looked over. “It’s the only thing we’ve heard about for the past two weeks.” Tommy grumbled. This was true, as soon tour had started Wil’s dumb rants had started. It wasn’t something he had intended, but it had just happened.  

Truth be told, Y/n and Wilbur were dating. For a few months now, but somehow the two had kept it a secret from their friends and their bandmates. Wilbur found it fun to keep a running bit that he hated Y/n and their band. Y/n found this absolutely ridiculous, but let him keep the bit going. The two weeks had proven to be a bit hard, at least with both of them living in the same town it was easier. 

It was even harder when Y/n’s band was playing an unreleased song in the set that Wilbur knew so well. The two laughed and danced to it in their living room. Everytime Wilbur heard the song, it warmed his heart. He of course couldn’t let anyone know, and Y/n couldn’t show anyone the video of them being dorks in their living room or the one of Wilbur’s smile hearing the song for the first time. 

“Woo! That crowd is amazing tonight.” Y/n’s voice cut into the fuzziness of Wilbur’s head. It amazed Wilbur how amazing they could look right after coming off stage, when he would always be covered in sweat. 

“I think they were a bit louder for us, yeah?” Wilbur asked, nudging Tommy. Tommy looked between the two. He swallowed a lump in his throat not wanting to get in the middle of the fake hatred between the two. 

Y/n rolled their eyes. “Don’t put the poor kid in the middle of this.” They grumbled, crossing their arms. “Anyway, good set guys.” They said, looking at the rest of Lovejoy. A few more pleasantries were passed between the two bands, before Y/n left the room. Some excuse about being exhausted from starting their day early. 

Wilbur watched them leave, eyes lingering on the door. Wilbur excused himself, following after Y/n. He grabbed their arm. If there wasn’t loud music the sound of their shriek would have been heard by everyone else. Wilbur smiled down at them, pushing hair out of his eyes. 

“Wil!” They said, letting out a laugh. They looked around the corner before pulling him into a closet. Their bodies extremely close in the small broom closet, yet Y/n didn’t let go of his hand. 

“Hello, darling.” He whispered, a wide grin on his face. They interlocked their fingers, squeezing Wilbur’s hand. “You sounded amazing tonight.” 

Y/n rolled their eyes, a playful grin on their face. “I thought yours was better, especially since the crowd was so much louder for you.” They teased, resting their head on Wilbur’s chest. 

Wilbur let out a small laugh, wrapping an arm around their waist. “I lied.” He admitted. He felt them let out a giggle, looking up at him. “What I did!” He said, raising his voice a bit.

Y/n rolled their eyes again, “You’re such a pain.” They grumbled, before yawning. Wilbur frowned, holding onto them tighter. “I think we should tell them.” They said after a moment of silence. 

Wilbur looked down from the dusty broom, and at Y/n. They were staring up at him. “Are you sure?” He asked, his voice low, afraid to break the quiet moment between them.

Y/n nodded. “I want to sing my song for you while seeing you.” They said, “I love having what we have just us, but maybe just our bandmates?” They suggested. 

Y/n knew it wasn’t just entirely just the fact that they were over the hating each other bit, but because they had a whole list of songs on their phone about Wil. Some simple songs, but some full of their admiration of him, they knew people would start to question them. Or at least get a bit suspicious of all of the cheesy love songs they wrote. 

Wilbur nodded. “Okay, yeah we can do that.” He said, pulling them what felt to be impossibly closer. They let out a small laugh against his chest, giving Wilbur the genius idea to start staging an attack on their sides. They squirmed against him, unable to be released. 

The tickling attack continued, Y/n fighting against his hands. Eventually pulling their arm away, bumping into a broom, causing it to fall over. They squealed at the sound of a big loud crash. Wilbur started laughing, his hand on his stomach and his head thrown back. They glared at him, quickly putting a finger over their mouth to shush him. 

The door flung open, and there stood a very shocked Tommy. Y/n looked at Wilbur, then at the teen. An awkward silence fell between them.

“He,y you wanted to tell them.” Wilbur said, giving them a shit-eating grin.