#cried yesterday while watching One Piece

[star-mum]

I'm really tender these days... yes thank you for the reminder that I have emotions, you can stop now

[justporo]

Dew Drops

Author's Note: I wrote this on a whim today because I felt very emotional and was inspired by a song. I cried while writing this - quite a lot actually. I'll happily show and the translate the song later because it is quite perfect for Astarion (and Tav).

Summary: After Astarion has become free, he takes a moment to reflect and do something he'd never thought possible...

Pairing: Astarion / Tav (You) Warnings: mentions of past trauma Wordcount: 1,1k Song (the inspiration for this piece): Tau - Herbert Grönemeyer

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Just before the first sun rays were creeping over the roofs of Baldur’s Gate, Astarion got out of bed. Slowly, so he wouldn’t wake you up, still blissfully in your dreams beside him.

He watched you for a moment. Sitting on the edge of the bed. Watched how your chest was slowly rising and falling. Your hands softly curled up against your chest. Your lips soft and relaxed: neither curled into a smirk nor drawn down – just silently peaceful.

Astarion almost stayed there then, lost in you. The one person that had helped him come this far. The one who had so purely believed in him – that there was more, that he was more.

He let one finger slowly wander over your cheek – so featherlight you didn’t even stir in your sleep. The smile that crept onto his lips was genuine and bright and full with warmth and love.

Then he got up, got dressed. He wrote you a small note and then quietly left the room, left the inn.

Astarion purposefully wandered through the streets while most of the city was still asleep or just starting to blink its eyes. Purposefully, he went to a place he’d come to know like the back of his own hand.

This small little garden, hidden away in some backyard’s backyards – so hard to find it might have been forgotten by everyone – everyone, but the flowers and the vampire. The vampire who’d stumbled upon it sometime during his seemingly endless years, decades, centuries even of torment.

And this small little garden had become a tiny space of refuge for Astarion. A place of at least some peace and safety where he had spent so many nights when he had been able to steal away – sometimes for only a few minutes, sometimes almost whole nights.

And he’d sat there, comforted a little by the silvery moonlight and the twining plants and flowers – even though he never got to see their blossoms.

He found the way to the small space without any problem. It almost felt like he’d been there yesterday, although so much had changed since he’d last been here. Everything, in fact.

Not only had he broken the chains of his enslavement and walked in the sunlight again, but he had also found someone. Someone who’d promised him that he would not have to be alone ever again. And who had promised to help him carry the weight of the now broken, but still heavy chains – until hopefully someday he would be able to shake the shackles off as well.

Astarion entered the garden through an archway that led to the little safe haven. It still looked like he remembered: vines and bushes everywhere, deep and luscious green filling the whole space. The plants were full of still closed blossoms. Dew drops covered leaves and blooms and gave them an elegant silvery sheen.

The vampire let his fingertips softly wander over some of the plants and closed buds. Then he sat in his usual spot, a small rock at the back of the small rectangular space – directly across from the archway he had just entered through.

And then he waited.

He watched as the first golden rays of sunlight crept over the peaks of the stone walls. Like bright fingers they wandered over the plants, caressed them with their light and warmth. Softly brushing away the silver droplets of dew.

The first sunlight fell on Astarion who had awaited its arrival with anticipation, still wondering how lucky he could have been to feel it again. He had buried the hope so long ago.

He knew it wouldn’t last. So, he would make the most of it as long as he could.

He closed his eyes, completely giving himself to the feeling of the sun warming his pale skin. His lips opened with a little gasp. His chest shuddered with a ragged breath as he felt the tears well up. A single tear flowing over and leaving a wet trail on his cheek.

After a while he opened his eyes, hoping he hadn’t been too impatient.

But as he looked up and let his ruby gaze wander over the space his chest clenched painfully at the sight: the flowers had started to open up.

Offering him their whole palette of colours and beauty – the last dew drops glistening on them. The blossoms bowing to the warming sun, happy to show their beauty to him. Deep reds, almost golden yellow, wonderful blues and oranges. And in all shapes too: starlike chalices, frilly circles, cascading spheres.

He tried to take in everything at once as he looked at it with lips parted in wonder and astonishment. Observing every single combination possible. Wanting to imprint it all on his mind forever.

And as Astarion gazed upon this view he’d never dared to hope to take in one day, emotions overwhelmed him. And it was pleasantly painful, in all his beauty and bitter sweetness.

This, all this – it hurt so much. And it was so all hard, going on.

His chest was aching with sorrow and with joy as the single tear turned into a constant flowing and his whole body started shaking and shuddering.

The pain behind his sternum was so strong it almost felt as if his heart had finally started beating again.

It felt like most every emotion he had ever felt washed over him in this very moment – fear, hurt, guilt, grief. But also love, joy, compassion, confidence. All mixing together in a way that was barely tolerable, but most certainly meant one thing: he was alive.

And Astarion wept and wailed, lifting his head towards the comforting warmth of the rising sun as he cried. He doubled over as sobs shook through him. Cried out as tears ran over his face and his nose began to drop.

It hurt so much, all this.

But the pain meant he was still here. It meant he was free again. It meant he was ready and able to grasp life with both his hands and start living again. Even though it might not always be easy.

But he wouldn't be alone.

He looked up through his tears and a smile found its way on his lips as he looked upon the blooming flowers all around. He sobbed and he laughed as he saw the beauty in it. He felt alive.

And then you stepped through the archway and even the sight of all the flowers in the first sunlight could not compare. His companion through all of this and all to come.

You looked so worried the way you rushed over to Astarion, kneeling down in front of him. Wrapping your arms around him as he kept weeping and sobbing – not caring for how loud or unpleasant it might be. He let his head sink to your shoulder in unyielding gratefulness.

And you held onto each other until his sobs and tears slowly subsided.

You looked at him, cautiously asking if he was alright.

And Astarion looked up with a bright and broad smile, through the tears still remaining in his ruby eyes:

“Yes, my love. It’s just… it’s so beautiful to be alive.”

[cottonconnielvr]

okay my idea came from this !!!

so what if spoiled!reader surprised connie one day by getting a pole installed in the house? what he isn’t aware of is reader taking private lessons to have some new tricks to entertain him with 🤭

i’m listening i’m loving

✩

“Do you like it?” You stand on top of a circular platform, your right hand holding onto the tall pole. Connie stood with his mouth open agape, his boner twitching in his pants.

You wore clear platform heels, a sliver lingerie set on your body. “When did you get this?” Connie asks in pure amusement, so many ideas running through his head.

For the past month you’ve been taking pole dancing classes. It took up some of your free time and kept you active while you had fun. “I got it installed yesterday Con,” You mindlessly walk in a circle around the pole.

You watched Connie sit down on the couch with a smile, manspreading. “You got this all for me princesa, wanted to surprise me?”

“Mhmm! Learned a couple tricks too” You hummed.

“Gonna show me a few..?” Connie’s voice deepened. You looked so fucking pretty. You were like his own personal stripper, all his. Connie had you all to himself, everyone knew. There was something so pleasing to Connie knowing that he could fuck on you anytime he wanted.

Your sweaty palms struggled to hold a grip on the metal pole, whines spilling out of your mouth.

The platform clear heels were starting to hurt your feet. Connie had one hand wrapped around your knotless braids, pulling harshly. His other hand was gripping your hip, pulling you back onto him with no mercy.

You were bent over, your back starting to hurt a bit from the position.

“C-con..slow p..please” You cried out, tears streaming down your cheeks. Connie only grinned from behind you, “If you wanna get better at tricks you have to build your stamina princesa” His tip kissed against your g-spot

“Just take it..you’ll be fine” You rested your cheek against the cool pole.

Your lingerie set was ripped into pieces, scattered across the floor. You didn’t know how bad Connie was going to get turned on from just a pole.

“S-shit! c-cummin..m’cumming” You whined out, hands slipping off of the pole. Connie gripped your hips with both hands, holding your limp body flush against his lower half.

[littletrippyyhippyy]

The thought of Steve having a breeding kink is just 😩 imagine him watching you make your pregnancy craving concoctions in the kitchen in the middle of a swim - since you’re super hungry. Your swollen belly on full view for him to see while you wear a cute yellow bikini. If you weren’t pregnant with your current baby, he’d fuck one into you right now - no questions asked.

{Pregnancy Sex, Fingering, Use of Y/N once, PiV, Soft Smut but he wants it to be rough, Breeding Kink, Fluff, Dominance if you squint}

“Steve, babe - I’m making a snack! Do you want some?” You were currently in the kitchen, making a peanut butter and pickle sandwich. “I don’t know, should I be cautious about what you’re making this time? Because I thought I was going to die yesterday from your crazy ass concoction. Like who eats olives, pickled beets and sour cream - all together? I’m not allowing you to feed me with my eyes closed, anymore. No thank you.”

You scoffed, laughing at the same time. “Oh come on, it wasn’t that bad. I’m making peanut butter and pickle sandwiches!” Steve looked at you once again and gagged. “I’ll pass but thanks baby” You shrugged.

You continued your doing, cutting up pickles as you swayed your hips to the music Steve had put on. You had no idea he was watching your every move. Your swollen belly and tits. The way they moved as you did. The bikini top didn’t have much hold or coverage, which made him stare even harder.

That day you and Steve decided to have a baby, he thought he had lost his damn mind. He was always overjoyed making love to you, telling you how much he’d love to get you pregnant and how hot you’d look. It didn’t take long for you to say yes.

That was when Steve was like another man in bed. The overstimulation, the screams and moans, the feeling of his cum shooting into you more than once.

Every time he’d cum in you, he’d stay there for a few minutes just so it won’t leave your cunt. When he would pull out, he’d finger you - trying to push all of his seed back into you. It was pornographic every time he fucked you, ever since that day you said yes.

~*~*~*~*~

Steve continued watching - his cock hardening as every second passed. Right before you had finished making your sandwiches, he had already gotten up and stood right behind you. He rested he chin onto your shoulder, rubbing his hands along your exposed belly. “You look so hot, you know that? I can’t believe I got to fuck a baby into you. Can’t even take my eyes off of you, babe”

You could feel Steve’s hard cock against you, making you moan quietly. You grabbed one of his hands, pulling it down to your aching cunt. The only thing that was keeping his fingers off of you, were those fucking swimsuit bottoms. “You need my fingers, baby? Or my cock? You tell me - sweets” You grabbed his wrist harder. “Both, Steve - please”

He was quick with his movements, untying your swimsuit bottoms with just one pull of each hand. You were already wet, aching for anything. He slid his fingers down your stomach, slowly making his way to your pussy. Just the touch of one of his fingers made your body flinch. “Let me make you more comfortable, sweets”

Helping you to the couch, he laid down first, back propped up as his tall frame took up almost the whole piece of furniture. “Come sit” He patted down on the space between his legs. Grabbing your arm, he helped you sit down between him, making yourself comfortable.

“Can you spread your legs, baby?” You nodded your head, propping one leg up on the head of the couch as you moved the other. His fingers found your pussy again, going in slow circles as he played with your left boob. “Feel good? What do you want?” You whined, wanting him to touch you anywhere.

“Feels so good, Steve. Just- just keep oh fuck” His movement quickened, pleasing your pussy perfectly. He inserted two fingers, making you jerk slightly. “Please, fuck- please keep doing that. I’m going to cum” you cried out. “I haven’t even touched you that long, baby. What’s got you this horny - huh?”

You didn’t reply, your eyes shut from the amount of pleasure. “I asked you a question” Steve said as he fingered you faster. “Fuck - you Steve, you!” You yelled. He smirked, quickening his pace. “You wanna cum? Cum on my fingers, baby.” He said lowly. Yes, yes, I wanna cum so bad” it didn’t take but a few minute later for you to do just that. 

“Holy fuck, Steve” You breathed heavily. He helped you situate up on the couch, him leaning down to look at you. “If it weren’t so dangerous, I’d fuck the hell out of you right now” You whined at his response. “Steve, quit talking for christ sake and use your damn cock” He raised his eyebrows, hands on his hips. “Now y/n, you know that’s not how it works. But since you’re pregnant, I’ll be nice and let that slide. But don’t think I’ll forget about it”

“Lay down flat for me” You did as told, slowly but surely. You watched Steve untying his swim trunks, his cock sprung free as he pulled them down. Fuck, you couldn’t believe you were able to take Steve’s cock - long and thick. He crawled on top of you, positioning himself right at your cunt. “Fuck, I wish I could destroy you right now. You’re a god damn dream” Your heart fluttered, loving every comment he’d make about you being pregnant.

Steve pushed in slowly, both of you gasping at the sudden contact. His movements were slow as he planted kisses all along your body. Your lips, cheeks, neck, breasts. Your moans and gasps weren’t erotic. They were more of a making love sound. It was like music to both of y’alls ears. The feeling of your skin on each other - your warm bodies holding onto one another.

“I love you so much” Steve said with every slow thrust. “I love you too” Steve may have wanted to fuck you stupid, but times like these were one of his favorites.

“You okay? You’re doing so good baby” He said. “Fuck, I’m more than okay” His pace quickened but not too fast - enough that both of you were about to reach your first high. “I can’t believe I get to fuck this pussy. So perfect for my cock - you take me so well” That’s all it took for you to cum, Steve not far from you.

Even though Steve had to do all the work, he fucked you several times in that one sitting. He never did think he’d make you cum more than you did that day.

Let’s just say those sandwiches went to waste

[pythonees]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ GUTS — johnny slaughter

WARNINGS: 18+, you're shorter than johnny in this (wiki says he's 6ft), f!soft-bodied!reader, sadistic!johnny (this man thrives off of other peoples pain he would enjoy it in bed too), light knife play, blood play, kidnapping, coercion, crying, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, creampie, typical tcm shit

A/N: please do not flag this for no reason, just block me. flagging my work as mature means it isn't seen by as many people in the tags when searched. Also!!!!, this is really long for no reason (4k words) AND I already have a multi part no slasher!AU in the works that's gonna be bordering on 10 chapters, knowing me it'll eternally be a wip tho...

Taking in a shaky breath, you hold it, willing the pounding of your heart to calm down as you listen for any movement around you. All you hear is the sounds of the forest, but still you sit and wait. You had been separated from the others that you had escaped with, though you suppose separated is the wrong word to use in this situation.

One of the girls that had been captured with you, a tall girl with matted brown hair and milky, bruise covered skin, had shoved you the second she had heard a noise from one of your kidnappers as they gained up on you. You had fallen down a pretty steep slope, thankfully lost in the heavy foliage that covered the ground and shrouded you instead of becoming the bait she wanted you to be.

It takes you more time than you would like to admit to get your bearings back, unable to see anything from under a bush. It hurts to breathe, and your vision is hazy from hitting your head on the way down. There's the sound of a too close chainsaw revving up above you, making the pounding of your head worsen, followed by the screams of the traitor that shoved you down the slope.

"Please, please, don't do this. I haven't done anything wrong!" She cries, as if she didn't just try to trade your life in for her own. You wince when you hear her scream again, drowned out by the chainsaw cutting through her flesh and blood splattering onto every nearby surface. The sound has your stomach curling, but a part of you feels that she had it coming for what she did to you.

When the stomping of the mask wearing man's feet are a distant, you allow yourself to breathe more comfortably, loosening up your death grip on the old piece of pipe you had grabbed as a weapon when you got out of your restraints. Your fingers ache, knuckles popping as they relax for the first time in what has felt like hours.

"That's what you get, twig ass bitch," you mutter under your breath. When your heart beat finally goes back to a more normal level, and you don't feel like you're about to shake out of your skin, you slowly drag yourself out from the brush, looking around the slowly darkening woods for a way to go.

Readjusting your grip on the pipe, you slowly make your way away from the chaos, hoping that they don't look down here for you.

You don't know where you're going or how far you've gotten, all you know is that you greatly regret putting on a skirt yesterday morning. Not only has it gotten caught on just about everything while you've been running for your life, but the humid Texas heat has caused your thighs to chafe something fierce, and it's starting to sting more than the cuts that litter your arms and torso.

Eventually, you find a shallow stream, and you quickly stumble your way to it. Dipping your fingers in, you sigh at the cool water against your sweaty skin. You carefully scoop some up into your hands, not wanting to make any noise as you press your face into your cupped hands.

There's a faint ribbon of red that you watch slowly get mixed into the water, and you dump it into the stream, watching it quickly disappear. You scoop up another cool batch of water, careful to keep any from spilling through your shaking fingers. It's as you're bringing your hands up to sip from the water that you feel all the hair on your body stand up on end, heart racing.

Looking into the trees, you slowly stand up, turning in place. You can't really see anything, but you know you're not crazy. You also know that you're absolutely fucked. The forest is not something you find yourself in often, or at all, really, and considering it borders onto these crazy fuckers property... they probably knew where you were the whole time.

You want to yell, to scream out your frustrations onto whoever it is that's following you. But your voice is dry, and even breathing has started to feel like too much, your voice cracking around the whispered words, "I-" you swallow roughly, eyes frantically looking around, "I know you're there."

You hear nothing around you, but you know. There are eyes on you. Just how close... you have no idea.

The next breath you take is shaky, eyes watering as you hop over the little stream. Taking another look around you and still finding nothing, you continue on your way.

Crickets jump around you as you carefully make your way to what you hope is safety, spooking you every time they jump in front of your vision. You're struggling for air as the mounting panic starts to cloud your senses, breaths coming in rushed puffs. Your heart is pounding in your ears, so loud that you don't hear the sound of someone walking behind you.

You let out a scream when the back of your shirt is grabbed and yanked, thrusting your elbow back as hard as possible and hitting them in the stomach. There isn't any give, a hard plane of muscle that probably hurts you more than them.

"Well! Look who we've got here!" The man says, a laugh coating his voice. His hand twists in your shirt, the collar of it tightening around your throat. With a rough yank your back is flush against his chest, and you catch the glint of his knife as he presses his fist into your stomach, the tip of the blade nicking the underside of your breast.

You hiss in pain, flinching away from the blade and bumping into his chest. The nearly too tight grip he has on your shirt disappears, but you aren't able to take a breath before that hand has come around to grip at your throat. The thick expanse of his calloused fingers press into your smooth skin, the pressure your neck a warning that has you freezing on the spot.

His fingers flutter, pressing into the sides of your throat, and the breathy sound you let out has both of you freezing in place. His chest pushes against your back as he takes in a deep breath, the exhale painting goosebumps along your damp neck. The man's grip loosens just slightly, before squeezing again. Another moan is pulled from you, and you can feel the man laugh against your back, the low tone sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh, am I gonna 'ave fun with you." The man drops the hand from around your throat, using it to grip your upper arm, steering you back the way you came. The tip of his blade is still scraping your skin, the constant pain seeming to send shocks all over your body. He takes a sharp turn that you aren't prepared for, a gasp leaving you as he shoves you up against a particularly thick tree.

The blade in his hand is dropped to the forest floor, his left hand cupping your cheek roughly as he directs your face up to his. His brown eyes are impossibly dark as they take you in, free hand palming your waist. He’s hiked up your flowy, flower patterned shirt, his big hand sliding up your torso to thumb at the cut under your breast.

You hiss in pain, but that only seems to excite him, the man bringing his blood covered thumb up to his lips, tongue poking out to guide the appendage into his mouth. The low moan that escapes him has you clenching your thighs together, eyes wide as you watch his thumb slide out of his mouth, traces of your bright red blood left on his tongue.

“Fuck, best thing 've ever tasted,” he mutters, hands moving to collect more of the slow trickling blood. Your hands are shaky as they grip onto his blood stained tank top, watching his face as he stares down at his hand, thick fingers disappearing into the meat of your breast instead of swiping up more of your blood.

He dips his head down to mouth at your neck, teeth unforgiving against your skin. His tight grip on you and the tree at your back keeps you from flinching away, at his mercy as his teeth work at your flesh. He doesn't break skin, but it's a near thing, a bruise no doubt starting to form already.

“Ah, hurts,” you whine, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. Despite the pain, you don't try to push him away, hands steadily holding his black tank. Hot puffs of breath dance over your damp skin as he laughs, running his tongue over the bruised flesh before pulling back to look at you.

“That so?” Hesitantly, you nod, heart pounding as you let your weight fully rest up against the tree, breathing shaky as his previously idle hand starts to palm at your breast. His large hand seems to engulf you, and you can't help but push into his touch. He's rough with this too, as you suspect he is with all things, groping you while he watches on with a satisfied look on his face.

Slowly, your fingers unclench from his shirt, and you press your hand flat against his chest. You can feel his warmth even through his shirt, hands trailing absently over his defined pecs. You watch your hands move as he chuckles, eyes flicking up to find him smirking down at you.

“Pretty little thing like you,” he starts, thumb running along your cheekbone, “bet you're sweet all over, ain't ya?"

The next breath you take is shaky, eyes wide and glassy as you stare up at him. He hums, head tilting as he observes you.

“Wanna know what I think?” He whispers, head dipping down again. This time he doesn't bite you, though there's still a twinge of pain as he sucks over the bruises his teeth had made. Your response is lost in your gasp, knees buckling at the unexpected current of pleasure that wracks through you. If it weren't for him pressing you against the tree, you would probably be on the ground right now.

“Think I'm gonna keep you all to myself. You'd be my good girl, won't you?” He moves up to mouth at your jaw, wet open mouthed kisses following his path to your mouth, “Whaddya say, think you could be Johnny's good girl?”

Through the fear pumping through you at the thought of what would happen to you if you said no, there's a part of you, a sick and twisted part, that really, desperately wants to succumb to this sadistic man's whims. You know saying yes would be just as bad as what will happen if you say no. There's no knowing what he would do to you, but that part of you frankly doesn't care.

“Please,” you whisper, letting your hands wrap around his broad torso, palms flat against his back as you press his muscular body against yours, as if he could get any closer, “so good. I'll be your good girl.”

You don't fight the hand on your face as he guides you, eyes fluttering at the close proximity of your faces. Johnny's eyes are crinkled at the corners, his smirk pressed against the corner of your mouth, “Good.”

Johnny's lips are aggressive as they press against yours, seeming to consume you as his tongue bullies its way into your mouth. There's nothing you can do but endure the attack, moaning and gasping into his mouth as his other hand continues to grope you.

Overwhelmed by the force of his kiss, you can't keep yourself still. Tree bark scrapes your skin with every shudder his skillful tongue pulls from you, but you barely feel it. All you feel is him, his all encompassing presence that looms over you and threatens to consume your very being.

Through his jeans and your skirt, you can feel his erection pressing into your lower stomach as you shift against him. The feeling of it seems to awaken something in you, a primal urge you've never felt before, your hands dropping from his back to pathetically fumble at the bottom of his tank. Once you get your hands on his skin you can't keep them still, running them up and down the warm expanse of his back.

You can feel slight imperfections on his skin, long lines of damaged flesh that match the scars on his face. You trace over them, letting your nails trail over his skin in your exploration. There's barely enough space between you to breathe, but somehow you're able to wedge your arms between the two of you to trace over his stomach.

The skin there is soft, though you can still feel the faint definition of the muscles beneath. You continue to run your hands up, though just as your fingers dance along his pecks the hand groping you is instantly grabbing your wrist, yanking it out and pressing your hand roughly against the tree next to your head.

“Not yet, I ‘ain't had my fun,” he mumbles against your neck, giving your bottom lip a little nip before he pulls away completely. He lets go of your hand, the other dropping from your face to pull up the bottom of your skirt. His big hands palm at your ass, fingers harsh as they squeeze.

All too soon he's stepping back from you, arms crossed as his eyes drag over your form. You feel squirmy under his gaze, fingers fidgeting with each other as you wait for him to say or do anything.

“Y’look like you have too much clothes on,” he says, and you can hear the hidden command in his words. You're quick to ruck your shirt over your head, the thin lace bra sticking to your sweaty skin. Trembling fingers take longer than you'd like to work the button of your skirt, though once that's open you're able to shove it down over plush thighs, letting it fall to the forest floor.

“That's it darlin’, why don't you get laid out real nice for me, huh?” He's leering at you, watching the way your body moves as you sit down on the forest floor. He seems to enjoy watching you follow his every command, hand absently palming his erection the whole time.

You're careful as you lay down, making sure to stuff your now dirt covered clothes underneath you as some sort of padding. There's still rocks and sticks that make it uncomfortably uneven, but at least they won't be cutting into your skin. Once you're settled, thighs clenched tight and hands fidgeting on your stomach, you look up at Johnny as you wait for instructions.

He hums, taking the few steps needed to stand at your feet, “Good girl.”

You can't keep the pleased hum down, watching him with wide eyes as he start's unbuckling his belt. He doesn't bother to take it off though, undoing the button and zipper before he's kneeling at your feet.

He plants both hands on your knees, pushing them open to stare down at you. You know you're wet, you can feel the fabric of your panties sticking to your skin uncomfortably. There's probably a wet spot too, and you turn your head away when you notice the smug look on his face.

A thick finger presses right over your hole, going as deep as the fabric can allow. Your pussy clenched at the intrusion, desperate for him to fill you. Rolling your hips up, you try to force the finger deeper, huffing when he pulls away.

“What a desperate little thing, hmm?” He slips a finger through the crotch of your panties, pulling them off of you roughly. You lift your hips to help aid the process, hands falling between your legs to cover yourself up.

"Thought you wanted to be my good girl," Johnny says, hand coming up to gently cradle the side of your face, a sharp contrast to his mean glare and condescending tone that he directs at you. Your heart pounds in your chest, legs falling open to allow him enough space to shuffle forward.

"I do. I- I am," you manage to choke out, slowly pulling your hands away from where you were covering yourself. Instead you fist them in his dirty shirt to try and bring his mouth down to yours, whining when he doesn't budge at your insistent tugging.

The smirk that spreads over his face sends a shiver down your spine, and his thumb glides down your cheek to prod at your kiss swollen lips. He tugs the bottom lip down, pressing the pad of his thumb roughly against your tender flesh.

"Open," he commands, and you do so without a thought. He's slow as he eases his thumb into your mouth, letting you lave your tongue over his calloused skin before it's easing further into your mouth. His thumb, thick and long and big like the rest of his fingers, teases at the back of your throat, and you feel tears collecting as you fight back the urge to gag at the intrusion.

He takes pity on you, slowly pulling his thick thumb from your mouth to then harshly press it against your clit. The rough pressure has your hips bucking, not knowing if you want to roll up against the touch or pull away. Johnny doesn't give you an option either way, thick fingers practically disappearing into your thigh to keep you still, gripping so hard you're surprised they haven't torn through your flesh.

You can't stop the desperate sounds that fall from your lips, your pleas garbled as your legs fall further open. His blunt nails scrape the delicate flesh above your clit as he abuses your sex, drawing loud, drawn out whines as you writhe on the forest floor. Johnny only seems to thrive on your suffering, shifting so that he can press two fingers into you at the same time. You're embarrassingly wet, so they easily slide in despite how thick his fingers are, relieving the empty feeling that has settled over you.

“Fuck, woman, you're wetter than all hell,” he's sat back to watch the way your cunt greedily sucks his fingers in, hips rolling down to match the thrusting of his fingers. Wet squelching fills the forest, your soft, breathy gasps barely heard over the sound.

Johnny crowds into your space, leaving a trail of bites up your neck and to your lips. The kiss is rough, teeth clicking together from the rough treatment before he comes in at a better angle. It's dirty and sloppy and wet, teeth biting at your bottom lip every time he pulls back to take a breath.

It's too much, a sensory overload that has your brain turning to mush. His fingers curl aggressively inside you, thumb rubbing painful circles on your clit. Slowly, your hands release the death grip they have on his shirt, unsteady as they move to thread through his short hair. The tight grip you have on his hair has him growling out a warning, the nip he gives to your lip drawing blood.

You hastily grab onto the back of his shirt, tears blurring your vision as you pull back from his lips with a desperate gasp. Heaving breaths escape your lips, moans and whines tumbling into pleas as you beg him not to stop. He presses a kiss to your forehead that's more teeth than lips because of his wide grin, a dark chuckle following soon after.

Hips rolling desperately into his touch, you chase the orgasm you can feel building.

“That's it, give it to me,” his voice is low, and the command sends a shiver down your spine, cunt clenching around his fingers. Your gasps get stuck in your throat, high pitched whines drowning out the sound of your arousal as you cum.

Johnny doesn't let up even after you've cum, fingers working at you at a brutal pace, bringing another orgasm that hurts as much as it feels good. You try in vain to pull away from his touch, but he just holds your hips down with his free hand, fingers working ruthlessly as you twitch and cry.

“Good girl,” Johnny finally lets up, pulling his soaked hand from between your legs. He licks a long stripe up his fingers, chuckling at the fucked out look on your face, “sweet as honey.”

You can't do much more than lay there watching him as he sits back on his heels, quickly pulling his tank top up over his head. His chest is littered with scars, and you can't help the way your eyes trace over each pale line that decorates his skin. They look like they were painful, and you're brushing a hand over one before you can even think.

Thankfully he doesn't get mad at you touching him this time, silent as he lets you explore. His skin is warm and surprisingly soft, a light dusting of hair trailing down from his belly button and disappearing into his pants. You let your nails trail through the hair, relishing in the deep sound that rumbles in his throat.

Lips pulled between your teeth, you can't help but admire the way his arms move as he works on pushing down his jeans. The muscles move under the flesh, arm as sturdy looking as the rest of him. You tug on the band of his jeans, inching them down over his legs, eyes laser focused onto his cock, no underwear in sight.

Your fingers wrap around his erection easily, swiping your thumb over the angry red head to collect the wetness there. The groan he lets out is heavenly, but he grabs your wrist and pulls your hand from him.

“We don't have the time for that right now, darlin’,” he says, shoving them down the rest of the way and kicking them off to the side. He pushes your legs up and open by the underside of your knees, shuffling forward to fill the empty space, “Now you be a good girl and hold these legs open for me, an’ I'll be makin’ you scream in no time.”

He lets go of your trembling legs the second you reach for them, grabbing the base of his dick and rubbing the tip through your folds, left forearm resting on the ground next to your head. It catches on your fluttering hole with every pass, a tease that has you whining for more, rocking your hips as much as you can.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity but has only been a few seconds, he slides into you, letting go of his dick to rest his arm on the other side of your head. The stretch is painful, and you instinctively clench around the intrusion. He doesn't stop, merely laughing at your wince as his hips settle against yours.

There's no grace period given. His hips are pulling back before you can adjust to his girth, drilling into you with a deep and brutal pace that has you wailing. You can feel the sharp sting of your nails from how hard you're clenching your thighs, the pain seeming to heighten your pleasure.

Johnny's grin is wide and full of teeth, you can feel it against your neck. Then he's digging his teeth into the flesh, abusing the bruised flesh. You can't feel it though, lost in the haze of his cock pounding into you. You feel the breath being knocked out of you with every thrust, eyes blurry with the onset of tears.

Your throat hurts from your wailing, pleas barely distinguish whenever you're able to attempt speaking. Johnny either doesn't understand you or doesn't care enough to figure it out, laughing at your babbling. When he pulls back you can see blood on his lips and teeth, and then you feel the sting of the bite he left on you.

Johnny presses his lips to yours as your face scrunched up in pain, the coppery taste of your blood lingering even after he pulls away. You chase the taste off your lips with your tongue, unable to follow his lips as he sits up.

“Fuck,” he drawls, the voice drawn out as he bottoms out in you, watching the way your hips twitch to try and get any sort of friction, “fuckin’ soaked through that pretty little skirt you got layers out under you, best pussy I've ever had.”

Then there's a large hand fisting the hair at the back of your head, yanking your head back. Your yelp of pain is drowned out by the obscene sounds coming from your pussy while Johnny uses you as if you were a toy. Pace bordering on brutal, you hold onto your sweat dampened thighs as he chases his high.

He licks and nibbles at the still bleeding wound on your neck, drinking from you as his thrusts shift you across the forest floor. The salt from your tears sting as it hits the bite marks that cover your neck, a loud moan following when the taste of salt hits Johnny's tongue.

Thrusts becoming erratic, your only warning is his teeth clamping down on the side of your neck before you feel the liquid heat of Johnny’s cum filling you in bursts, pushed deeper into you by tiny thrusts. It's only when he finally stills inside of you that you are able to breath, taking big gasps as you gather yourself.

“Mmm, what a good girl you are,” Johnny mumbles against your neck, pulling back to look you over. You probably look a mess, hair frizzy from the heat and being yanked on by Johnny. You're also covered in blood, though Johnny probably relishes in the fact that he put it there. It's when his gaze settles on where you're still connected that you feel your face heat in embarrassment.

As he pulls out you can't help the way you whimper, desperate for him to fill you back up despite how tender your abused sex feels. The trail of cum that follows is quickly stuffed back into you by two thick fingers, plugging you up with his cum.

Large hands slide under your ass, tacky with your arousal. Your hands fall away from your thighs in surprise as he lifts your lower body off the ground so that you're resting on your shoulders.

“Probably tastes even better mixed with me,” he mumbles more to himself than to you. As Johnny licks a long stripe up from your fluttering, dripping hole to your clit, you find yourself melting into the pleasure that he is giving you, no longer caring about what will become of you when he's had his fill.

©︎ pythonees — do not, under any circumstance, repost, plagiarize, modify or translate my work.

[xo-cod]

141 boys treating hyperfeminine!reader as goddess headcanons? 🩷

i got a little confused with what you mean lmfao, i hope this is what you wanted :') <3

ooc/rushed/can be read platonic or romantic 🤍

each of them are very territorial of you even if they don't mean it to be, it just happens especially because you're a precious thing they constantly want to shield away from the horrors of the job

even if you see it, they do try their hardest to limit the gory viewing of it

ghost grumbling about all your pretty items saying that it clogs the space but him secretly taking keeping a few to keep safe.

you know about it and he knows that you know but you never say anything about it

and he keeps them close to his heart on those days he's missing you a little harder <33

he's your handyman no matter what, has gone head to head with price on this

if anything is wrong in your apartment, he's there instantly fixing away with the tip of his tongue stuck between his lips if he's been at it for a while/lost in thought

he wants to do everything for you, has to hold himself back because he knows you're capable and very smart

but it's hard because you're a lil sunshine packed in a human that he can't help but want to squeeze

def gets cuteness aggression with you, cannot help it. will try his hardest to fight against it

gaz is so tender with you, he constantly appreciates every single little thing you do for him

could've bawled into tears at the time you cooked him breakfast complete with fresh hand squeezed juice and pancakes with syrup

and when you handed it to him with a sweet smile, he felt his heart crumbling into a billion pieces

bodyguard no matter where you're going, even if it's to the shop up the road he's coming along

soap has a small tendency to cling onto you whatever you're doing

it's not outright in a childish sense but moreso lingering touches and holding you subtly

it's just in his nature, he misses you so bad whenever you're gone on a mission and you're unavailable for however long that period is

fights price to come with you but gets shut down because he's needed somewhere else

could've cried about it, but he didn't ‼️

price didn't know how much he needed you until you came into his life

not only were you a competent intelligent technical analyst, the best he had on the team

but even off duty, how kind hearted and sweet you were with him

it opened a whole can of worms he thought hadn't even existed

they're all like little children when you're doing your own thing and they're just watching you

all of them being intrigued by your makeup, pointing at several things and asking what the purpose is

"why's is so pointy?" soap had found your eyeliner, looking in the mirror as he attempted his own liner but the poor thing ends up looking like a panda by the time he's done and awkwardly laughing as he hands you back an eyeliner pen that's a little broken now from how frustrated he got

"you waste money when you buy the same things. you just get one and stick with it" simon is loyal king to his own products, the same brand of shampoo he's been buying since the early 2000's is fighting for its life. will never understand why you buy so many blushes/eye shadows/lipsticks but likes watching you put it on

"i watched a video about this yesterday, here lemme help" gaz, always the perfect helper. because what do you means he's gonna let you struggle if your eyeliner is matching on both sides??? he's gonna help you with it ‼️

price, bless his heart just wants to be involved but he doesn't know how to. awkwardly smiling, nodding his head telling you, you did a great job and there's no flashback (learnt the word one time. doesn't know what it means but it sounds fitting)

them poking fun at the candles you used but buying the exact same ones to use at their own homes because it reminds them of you

soap and gaz love the scent in your home, always trying to recreate it in theirs but it never coming close to yours <33

if you're ever running low on anything, it's refilled the next day

yes they all have keys to your house

because why do you need to use your pretty hands when they're here to help you?

game over if you paint your nails in their favourite colour

soap is so proud, constantly showing your hand off and telling you that it should be a permanent colour

gaz being so smug about it, his favourite colour is the most superior therefore it needs to be permanently coloured on your nails

ghost doing a double take at your nails, his heart melting when he sees them, can't not resist touching them or trying to touch them lmaooo

price telling you outright that it suits you and him telling you subtly that it needs to be an every day colour

all of them fighting for their lives trying to pay for your nail appointment but the other trying to butt in

and when you have a bad day, working yourself to the bone all of them step up and intervene

"c'mon sweetheart, it's been a long day" price is very gentle with you, holding you up by your hips as he looks at you inspecting your fatigued state. it hurts his heart when you work yourself to death for this team

"there we go, bonnie. i made you a cuppa" johnny handing you his famous hot chocolates in your hands, helping you take a few sips as he holds you gently in his arms

"i'll run the bath for you, pretty" gaz kissing your temple before he plucks your towel and a bath bomb, determined to make the prettiest most relaxing bubble bath you've ever seen

"c'mere lovie, enough for today" simon holding you to his chest as he takes you put of your seat and helping you stand up. his thumb gently brushing over your cheek with a soft sigh, his affections practically radiating off from him in waves. he may not be a man of poetic words but his actions tell you what he says anyway

and if you have enemies, congrats they have four more

heaven forbid you ever meet kortac, especially könig. simon's got words to say ‼️

[soulkeeper801]

Drunk - Sana

Who let Sana drink that much?

Sana x f!reader

Words: 1.3k

A soft groan left Sana’s lips as her eyes opened slowly, a little uncomfortable due to the lights that were coming in through the window.

The room was still spinning for her and she felt that awful aftertaste of alcohol after a night of drinks like the night before.

Another date of the 5th world tour had ended and the girls got together to celebrate. They received a lot of alcohol as presents from many people: friends, sponsors, even fans. They couldn’t let all of that go to waste, right? 

It all started when Jihyo brought a bottle of wine to the living room and proposed a toast for a successful tour. She brought back many memories from previous tours and got the girls emotional with her words.

After that, each girl brought one of the finest liquors they received to toast with each other. 

Sana could only remember she cried so much while giving her own toast before everything went blank.

She smiled softly as the memories from the night before were coming to her head piece by piece. She felt loved, fortunate and blessed. Even if her head was still a mess. 

“Sana?” Jihyo called from the door when she noticed the older girl had woken up.

Sana rolled over and nodded at her, “Morning,” she whispered.

Jihyo chuckled at the expression, “it’s past midday,” she replied, taking a glance at her watch. “I just wanted to check up on you. Last night you were…” she trailed off, trying to find the best words to express what she wanted to say, “... a bit drunk”.

Sana nodded and gave her an OK sign with her hand.

“So…” Jihyo trailed off once again. “Did you talk to her?”

A frown formed on Sana’s eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

Jihyo shook her head, she knew Sana was drunk enough to get brave and do stupid things but she didn’t think she would black out.

“You don’t remember?” the younger girl said, stepping into the room and taking a seat on Sana’s bed.

“Remember what?” Sana replied, anxiety creeping into her body, “Jihyo, what did I do yesterday?”

Jihyo sighed deeply at the confusion of her friend. “You…” she said dubiously, “said you wanted to make things right with Y/N…”

Sana sat up immediately which caused the buzz in her head to become even louder. “What?!”

“You locked yourself in the bathroom, so we don’t know if you actually did it”.

“God, no…” Sana muttered, trying to find her phone on her bed. She frantically looked for it until she found it but the battery was dead.

“I didn’t stop you,” Jihyo continued, “because you seemed determined. It was almost like you sobered up for a couple of minutes”.

Sana’s heart was beating extremely fast as she plugged the charger. The mere sound of your name made her nervous and she suddenly felt like throwing up.

She knew it was all her fault, so she didn’t have any right to demand anything from you. 

“Are you okay?” Jihyo asked, caressing her back, trying to recomfort her.

Sana shook her head. “What if I said something I shouldn’t have?”

A couple of weeks before that night, you called things off with her. 

You had been dating Sana for a while and everything was great, but soon enough you noticed that she would get upset if you talked to other people, even if they were just friends or colleagues.Your job allowed you to meet many people that would greet you enthusiastically whenever you met at awards or shows. However, she would accuse you of flirting with them and constantly demand to know where you were and who you were with.

At first, you tried to reassure her and show her that she had nothing to worry about. But her jealousy only seemed to get worse with time. It started to take a toll on your relationship as you felt suffocated and unable to have any freedom or trust.

Despite your efforts to make things work, the constant arguments and distrust ultimately led to the breakup. It hurt you deeply, but the lack of communication only made things worse.

“Oh God,” Sana whispered when she saw her phone. “We talked for almost half an hour,” she said, going through her calls. “There’s a text saying to call her as soon as I feel better,” she kept whispering. 

Jihyo took her hand in an encouraging grip. “Maybe it’s for a good thing,” she said. “I’m going to leave you alone so you can talk”.

As the door closed, Sana felt like crying.

She knew she messed everything up as soon as she started crossing boundaries. It wasn’t like she didn’t trust you, she just didn’t want to lose you.

After working so many years in the industry, she knew finding someone like you was a difficult task. You were everything she wanted but her own insecurities made her believe that she had to protect you or anyone would come between you two.

She didn’t mean to be controlling, she wanted you to believe it all came from a place of love. She had never felt that way about anyone else and the thought of losing everything you built together was unbearable.

When you decided to call it off, she felt like her world crumbled down. She tried to ask you for a second chance many times but was too ashamed to do so.

It seemed like the alcohol in her blood took the chance for her.

“Hello?” You said at the other side of the line.

Sana’s eyes filled with tears at the sound of your voice. She had missed you so much. 

“Y/N…” her voice came out in a trembling whisper, her emotions were taking over and she didn’t know what to do.

“Are you hungover?” you asked softly, the hint of a chuckle adorned the sentence.

And it brought a light of hope for Sana.

“I’m…” she said, “I’m sorry if I said something stupid last night, Y/N”

The tears that welled on her eyes finally spilled. They didn’t only portray the regret of calling you while being drunk the night before, but also the actions that caused you to break up with her.

She was sorry. She didn’t mean anything that happened between you. She missed your dates, your hugs, the way your eyes shined when she stole kisses from you. Her bed felt empty every night and the urge of calling you hurt her so much. 

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw your smile and whenever she was able to sleep she dreamed about you.

Waking up only meant to realize that she was all alone and it only made her feel miserable.

She learned from her mistakes. She knew having you by your side was better than anything in the world and the way you showed her your love was enough for her to understand that no one could ever come between you two.

She knew it now. 

All she wanted was a second chance to prove it to you. To prove that she could be better for the sake of your relationship. 

One chance, that’s all she wanted to ask. Once chance to try again and show you it was possible.

But she couldn’t just say that.

“I’ve missed you too,” you whispered on the other side of the line.

Sana’s eyes widened when she realized that all the things that were supposed to stay in her head, ended up falling freely from her mouth for you to hear.

“And I know it’s gonna be rough but I also want to try again, Sana,” you continued, “promise me we’re not going to waste this chance?”

Her tears kept on falling but the sadness was long gone. She had a second shot at making things right.

“I promise, Y/N,” she said, wiping away her own tears with her hands. “I can’t wait to see you,” she whispered, laying again on her bed, not even caring her head was still buzzing, the sound of your voice made everything better.

“Get well fast so we can meet, pretty girl,” you answered.

“Come over and take care of me?,” she asked with a huge smile plastered on her face.

It made you chuckle. “I’m on my way”.

Sana was the happiest girl in the world.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Your Dirty Little Secret ~ HHJ

WORD COUNT: 3K

PAIRING: Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

GENRE: established relationships, summer romance, angst, soft ending, angsty reader, reader standing up for what she believes in, 

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - July 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

All summer break you'd spent your time with Hwang Hyunjin, the man that had the bone structure of a Calvin Klein model, long dark hair with the most breathtaking brown eyes you'd ever had the pleasure of looking into. Hyunjin was the most well-known guy in your college, everyone knew of him whether they wanted to or not. At art college, he was the star of the show with every piece that he produced. You'd known him in college before summer break but you'd never really spoken to him before.

It wasn't until he'd come into your place of work one night that the two of you even started to talk to one another, bonding over your love of art and being stuck in your town for the holidays while everyone else appeared to be having fun somewhere else.

Every night from that point on whenever you were working Hyunjin made sure to come and sit in your serving area, bringing along his art supplies so he could work while getting to talk to you the whole time. It hadn't taken long for the two of you to start going out on real dates, spending more and more time together until things began to grow physically intimate and before you knew it. You'd completely fallen head over heels in love with each other. Or so you had thought.

The whole summer you'd spent the time alone, just the two of you with no one else bothering you or interfering. This also meant you'd never met up with any of your friends or his friends, let alone meeting each other's family something - that at first - you hadn't thought much about until you'd started back at college. You thought that maybe it was just because he was busy with things he needed to do but as more time passed you realised he was avoiding you on purpose. Yesterday had really hit it home for you that he was ignoring you in front of everyone for a reason and you'd been on a downward spiral ever since. Had he hidden you over the summer because he was ashamed of you?

"Hyunjin!" You cried out as you waved over at him from across the hall, your hands struggling to clutch onto the art supplies you were attempting to carry. All week you'd been trying to get his attention and you'd put it down to the start of the new academic year as to why he was so busy.

"I think someone's calling you," A voice chuckled from beside Hyunjin but your boyfriend didn't even glance in your direction, he didn't even so much as attempt to look he just continued to walk down the hall followed by his tiny entourage of friends who were all smirking at him. You frowned as you watched them all laughing, not one of them looking over at you as they continued to poke fun at you.

"Hyunjin has always had secret admirers, if he paid attention to all of them he'd never stop talking to people." Kirsten snickered as she slowly turned her head to look at you, her long dark brown hair flicking over her shoulder as she smirked at you. Kirsten Louise had always been somewhat of an "IT" girl in your college, everyone wanted to be her friend and if they didn't want to be her friend then they simply wanted to be her. Or that was what she assumed anyway but the truth was not everyone liked her as much as she thought they did, she was just the old-school mean girl that clearly hadn't grown out of her ways yet.

"Go away, Loser, Hyunjin isn't interested in freaks like you." It would be a lie to say it didn't hurt when it did. In all honestly, it felt as though someone was taking a sledgehammer to your heart and constantly hitting it with every passing second that Hyunjin didn't jump in to defend you. Where was the sweet guy you'd spent all your summer with? Did he do it because he was bored and wanted something to do to pass the time? 

The questions hadn't stopped running rampant in your mind ever since yesterday and you were beginning to go a little insane each time a new question popped up in your head. Staring down at your sketchbook you slowly pulled your earbuds free from your ears and let out a small sigh. You were attempting to work on an assignment but it seemed as though you were in a creative rut, everything that you were trying to express only seemed to come out in poor attempts or no attempts at all. Seriously, it was as though someone had sucked all of the creative juices from your body and you were left with nothing. 

**Maybe you shouldn't have spent all your time with him this summer and you'd still be able to create art*** The stupid little voice in your head hadn't shut itself off since coming back to college and learning Hyunjin was choosing to ignore you. Not even just ignoring you but acting so cold and arrogant in front of his friends. You put your head into your hands as you tried to calm yourself down a little bit, if you thought about him any longer you were going to start crying and that was the last thing you wanted in such a public space.

"Did you get anything done this summer other than a bunch of girls?" Someone laughed really loud and obnoxiously - you knew that laugh though and you knew it belonged to Seo Changbin - one of Hyunjin's closest friends and you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. You slowly looked up from under your hands and glanced around for any sign of them. Apprentantly, no corner of the college was safe from Hyujin and his merry band of loser friends that all encouraged his shitty ass behaviour. Sliding your sketchbook into your hand you were going to try and make a getaway without being spotted when you heard something you wanted to stick around for.

"You don't want to hear all of the details." Hyunjin laughed as he stood in line with the boys. He was attempting to check out another book that he needed for art studies and the boys had all decided to follow him and pester him for information on what he'd done over the summer. Not that there was much to tell, he'd spent his summer doing everything he could have ever dreamed about with you and yet he hadn't had the balls to tell them because he knew that they would treat him differently.

If he were to tell them he'd met a girl over the holidays they would do nothing be berate him for it, torture him for "settling down" even if it meant that he'd found true happiness. It just wasn't what "guys did". He hated that he was conforming to what he thought they wanted out of him but it was the only way he was going to be able to protect you from their tiny brains that only thought about one thing when it came to women.

"Are you crazy? I wanna hear about all these "many conquests" you were texting us about this summer," Changbin cried out, you could already imagine him drooling as though he was a dog after a bone and you wanted to gag. How had Hyunjin had the time to have "many conquests" when the two of you had spent every waking second together.

You'd lost count of the times you'd spent at his place instead of your own, you'd practically moved into his house for the summer only moving back when your roommates had come back and it was time to start college again.

"There were so many girls," Chan - another one of Hyunjins friends groaned out. The truth was, Hyunjin had only texted them because he needed to tell them he was doing something, he wasn't going to tell them he was with one girl.

"You think he'd settle down by now. Or at least make it one girl and into a situationship," The word tore through you like a child tearing through wrapping paper on Christmas mornings. Everything was starting to click together for you in the back of your head, the times you'd spent together ALONE. Never meeting his family or posting about your relationship anywhere, you'd never even really called each other "boyfriend" or "girlfriend" It was as though there were no labels there between you at all. 

"There always are so many girls with you, give us details...Names, do they have friends?" Changbin sounded as though he was salivating at the mouth meanwhile you could taste that dumb salty taste you got whenever you were about to be sick.

"Are you always this much of a pig?" Hynjin laughed. You'd already heard enough about his "conquests" and you'd decided you weren't going to stick around as he spread lies about what he'd done over the summer. A wave of sickness began to crash over you as you let out a small and shakey breath, standing up with so much force that you knocked the chair over and hit it against the bookcase behind you. Hyunjin's head snapped in your direction but you were already making your way out of the library with your head hanging low and he knew he'd fucked up.

That night Hyunjin made his way straight to the diner you worked in and he waited for you to come to his table but it never happened. As soon as you'd seen him sitting there you'd practically begged one of the girls to switch your sections for the night so you didn't have to face him. Who did he think he was coming here? You'd been glad when Jade told you that he'd gone home for the night. Did he think you would simply drop to your knees because he finally decided to talk to you again? No. That wasn't how things were going to work.

You shook your head as you locked the doors that night, closing shifts were always the worst when you had to bike home but it was good pay and you needed the job to pay off college debt. Hitting the shutter button you began to make your way over to your bike, ignoring the car that was still parked in the parking lot as you searched through your bag to look for your keys. It wasn't until you heard a door slam that you finally looked up,

"You're not going to talk to me?" You turned to see Hyunjin staring at you, his hands on his hips as you stared back at him.

"Oh, you wanna play that game? What do you call ignoring me at college?" You snapped back at him, you weren't going to simply roll over and accept that this was the normal thing to do. If he was so ashamed of you then he should at least have the balls to tell you that to your face and not lead you on all summer.

"I was protecting you," He stepped closer to you but you took a big step back, shaking your head at him. You didn't want him to get too close to you, to be able to touch you as you knew you'd fold for him you were that in love with him.

"Protecting me by hiding me like I'm a secret?" You folded your arms across your chest, you had no idea where the sudden boost of confidence was coming from but you weren't about to let him walk all over you and treat you like an idiot.

"I thought you wanted privacy." You scoffed at him as he tried to justify his actions, none of what he did was for you. It was all for him and his selfish, egotistical reasons.

"No, you wanted that. I didn't care if people knew about us, it was you that did." He stepped closer to you as you shook your head at him, tears welling up in your eyes as you did your best not to break down in front of him. All afternoon you'd been thinking about what you would do if he ever spoke to you again and this wasn't on your list of things.

"Let me make it up to you." He pleaded, his voice shaking a little as you shook your head at him. What could he do? Everything wasn't going to be fine at the snap of his fingers, it wasn't as though he could just magically make all of this go away,

"How? Are you suddenly going to tell everyone you were lying about what you did over the summer? Are you going to parade me around like I'm your next conquest?" 

"Yn." His voice softened as did his eyes but you shook your head, unlocking the chain on your bike before climbing on top of it. You weren't going to sit here and be treated like that, you had more dignity than that.

"I will not be your dirty little secret Hyunjin! I'm not someone that hides, I'm not some side chick!" And with that you rode off, leaving him to watch after you in the dark, his hands clenching into fists at the thought of you heading home alone in the dark. 

The next few weeks passed in a blur, you'd barely done anything but focus on your studies and work. It was a constant stream of going to college, to work and then home to sleep, you were running on autopilot but it was the way you were able to get anything done. 

"Working yourself to exhaustion isn't a healthy coping mechanism," Jade told you as you lent against your locker exhausted from the shift you'd taken last night. You'd picked up extra shifts lately trying to distract yourself from the heartache you were beginning to feel,

"I'm fine," You grumbled at her, finishing the last of your energy drink before throwing it into the nearby bin and shaking your head at her,

"If you go any further you'll end up like him." You glanced over in the direction she was looking and you could have fallen over at the sight of Hyunjin. His normally styled black hair was a matted mess, he was dressed in sweatpants - something he never would have worn to college before - and he looked like an utter mess.

"What happened to him?" Jade frowned when she noticed him making his way over to you, your breath catching in your throat as you stared at him with widened eyes. Your heart wanted you to reach out and look after him but your head was screaming at you to walk away from him like he had done to you at the end of summer,

"Yn, please forgive me. I can't function without you," He was talking a little louder than usual and you shook your head, at him the last thing you wanted was for him to make a scene.

"Hyunjin, not here." You pleaded with him but he stared at you, tears running down his cheeks as he shook his head.

"I'm not going to hide it anymore, let me prove it." He smirked at you, your eyes widening as you shook your head at him hoping he wasn't going to do what you thought he was going to do.

"You already did, let's go and talk somewhere privately, where people aren't staring at us." You took his hand in yours but he pulled you toward him, by now everyone who was within earshot had heard the two of you talking and were watching the show.

"Over the summer I told people I was sleeping with multiple girls but the truth was and remains to be that I was in a happy relationship with Yn," Your whole body was on fire as you heard people around you gasping a little, mumbling to one another as you pulled on Hyunjins hand to get him away from the crowd.

"You proved your point, Hyunjin." You hissed out but he turned to look you in the eyes,

"I fucked up by not telling the truth so this is me telling everyone in hopes that she'll come back to me even though I don't deserve it." You smiled weakly at people who were staring at you and you pulled Hyunjin toward an empty classroom, pushing him inside as you slammed the door behind you.

"You're an idiot." You whined out as he smirked at you, your heart racing rapidly as he stepped closer to you, his arms snaking around your waist as he bought you closer to him.

"An idiot that loves you," He cooed out making you hit his chest softly,

"You're an idiot. You think that's just going to win me back easily?" You stared at him, it was starting to win you back but it didn't mean you were going to cave into him so easily about it.

"No, but I hoped it would be a good starting point." He looked at you with pleading eyes and your heart just about melted into his hands,

"Hyunjin-" You tried to tell him that you were going to try and forgive him but he cut you off quickly,

"Please, just let me try and make this up to you," You were already going to agree but seeing him beg like this made you smirk a little and you nodded.

"You have one chance," You warned him before quickly kissing his cheek and smiling a little, the two of you heading out of the room hand in hand.

It had taken a while for you to truly forgive Hyunjin but once you had things were on the up and up between you and you were closer than you'd ever been in the summer. Even coming to do your final project at college together and getting one of the best grades you could have ever gotten with him. The two of you were like an unstoppable power couple.

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[parkerpeter24]

read ur masterlist all night yesterday and wanted to ask if u still do peter requests? if so could u write one ab reader still coping w losing peter during infinity war (like she’s still having nightmares ab it) and peter assures her that it’s okay and that he’s there :((( ffh and nwh never happened as well ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 biggg thanks mwah

this kinda sad :( also, real sorry for so much delay.

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader.

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the new home was warm and comfy. not as comfy as peter but still. it had been five years. five years down the drain for you and him. it was hard to believe that he was still nineteen while you were twenty-three, almost twenty-four as your birthday approached.

you smiled gently at may every time you found her sitting on the couch, reading a self-help book or when you found her in the kitchen, making something of peter’s favorite. when peter was out on his patrols, you helped her in the kitchen or around the house, sometimes just watching her favorite reality show on tv.

your family had been one of those that didn’t ‘blip’ and even though now everyone was “saved” with little to no damage– now that the avengers were back together and helping the people settle back into this ‘new world’ that had become– you didn’t feel so secure.

when you first saw peter, you didn’t believe he was real, how could you. what were you supposed to say to him, welcome back? you’d went through a lot these past few years, graduating college, trying to find a new job and a new apartment. you couldn’t get yourself to try to find someone else, someone new. at first you were afraid of replacing your first love. the support group you joined– after being forced by your parents– helped you a lot with that, yet you found yourself avoiding situations with any person that could lead up to a relationship.

you didn’t want to lose another person. you couldn’t.

you cried at nights, holding your fist over your mouth just to make sure your parents didn’t hear you. they had enough on their plates, having lost their friends and colleagues and parents.

when you first saw him, breathing and standing in front of you, those soft, brown eyes filled with tears to the brim, it felt like a piece of your heart returned to your chest. you didn’t know how to approach him, just standing there frozen, with a parted mouth. peter did what was needed and kissed you, his mouth tasting of copper. neither of you could mind the cut over his lip as the need to touch and feel what you’d lost prevailed.

you held each other and cried, not caring if the blood from his forehead transferred to yours.

it felt the same after four months. peter didn’t talk much but every night he loved to hold you and listen to your stories of what had happened in the past five years. he could tell you skipped over the bad parts, only telling him about the new friends you’d made and what new movies and songs you wanted to share with him.

it was hard for the boy to realise how much you’ve been through these past five years– for him it had felt like a few moments before he woke up; but for you, it was five years. saying that didn’t do justice because those were 60 months. 1827 days you’d gone without him. he didn’t believe he could go on for so long.

‘if’ was the word he used to comfort you with as he held you through the anxiety attacks. ‘if i could turn back time,’ ‘if i was there to hold you always, i would have,’ ‘if i had a choice now, i would have never left that bus.’ he mumbled as he pressed kisses to your forehead.

you had a habit of forcing a hand against your mouth when you sobbed at nights but peter held it in his, gently stroking your fingers as he let you wail against his chest, never caring if you ruined however many of his shirts.

he was over at your new apartment on the nights you weren’t at his place. you had started keeping your window open for him again, just like you did in your late teens.

peter slipped inside your room one such night, finding you fast asleep. he quickly changed into a set of his clothes that you’d already kept on a chair in the room. he admired you, getting in bed beside you. his arm automatically wrapped around yours and you snuggled into him in your subconscious state. he pressed his face against your hair and breathed in, getting used to the coconut-y smell of your new shampoo now.

everything was so different but it was okay. as long as peter could hold you again.

[cozage]

Made for Two

A/N: Should there be a part three? Let me know. But also kjdsfshdfh;elihfsd;hfdfdfrukhjdslfh I loved writing this. I almost cried a few times at how disgustingly sweet it is. 

Characters: gn reader x Sanji

Cw: some angst and sadness, reader going through a breakup :(

Total word count: 3.3k Brief Summary: You thought Zoro was the only person for you, but after a bad breakup, a certain cook attempts to cheer you up.

Part One &lt; | > Part Four | Masterlist

Recipe for Two

Your fingers outstretched, seeking the warmth of another body on this chilly morning. You must’ve arrived near a winter island overnight, and the heating system hadn’t kicked on yet. Your hands came back empty, and you resisted the urge to cry. 

You remembered yesterday, Sanji’s kindness and his delectable food he had served up just for you. You remembered how he climbed into bed the night before and you curled into him, falling asleep easily for the first time in days. 

But he was gone now, and his warmth was too. You opened your eyes and rubbed the sleep out of them, trying to shake the disappointment of being alone again. 

You got up and changed into a new, warmer outfit for a new, colder day. It wasn’t until you stood at your door that you realized you couldn’t leave. Leaving meant facing Zoro. And you weren’t ready to see his mossy hair or his tanned skin yet. But leaving also meant seeing Sanji. Your hand rested on the door handle, weighing your options of stepping into the light or hiding in the darkened room. 

A double knock came from the other side of the door, making the decision for you. You swung the door open, meeting the blue eyes of your favorite cook. He looked surprised that you answered so quickly, but a smile quickly spread across his face when he saw you. 

“Morning,” he said, holding up a silver platter. “Sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up, but I brought breakfast.”

You smiled at him and stepped aside to let him into your room, but he stayed where he was outside your door. 

“I thought we could eat out on the deck today,” he offered, glancing outside. Your heart pounded in your chest at the thought.

He must’ve seen the panic in your eyes, because you saw his face fall slightly as he watched you waiver. 

“I suppose that would be okay,” you say hesitantly. The last thing you wanted to do was be out in the open for a long period of time, but Sanji made you feel safe. All you had to do was focus on him, and you’d be okay. 

The sun was still low in the sky when you walked onto the deck, and a piece of you breathed a sigh of relief. Zoro would still be sleeping for at least a little while longer. It would be unlikely that you would run into him if you could finish breakfast fast enough. 

Sanji directed you over to a table on the grass that was under the shade of the tree. Freshly squeezed orange juice sat in two glasses, and he pulled the chair out for you to take a seat. He placed the silver tray in front of you, removing its lid, and sat across from you. His own plate had food on it this morning, and you smiled at the change from last night. 

“You set the table for two today,” you say, looking at his plate. 

“You shouldn’t have to eat alone,” he returned your smile and raised his glass. 

You mirrored him, clinking your all’s drinks together, and took a sip before digging into the breakfast he had prepared for you.

“Ah,” Sanji said softly, looking around. “I forgot something in the kitchen. I’ll be right back.” He got up quickly and disappeared into the kitchen, leaving you alone. 

You could hear footsteps on the deck above you, and your heart quickened as you heard them descend down the steps. Your eyes stay fixated on the food in front of you, scared at who you might find if you look up. 

“Y/N!” Nami’s voice pierced the air, and you felt your muscles relax at her voice. 

You looked up just in time to see the tangerine haired girl drop into the seat across from you. She casually grabbed a piece of bacon off of Sanji’s plate and began snacking on it. “How are you doing?”

“I’m…” You stop for a moment, trying to think about how to best answer that question. “I’m okay, I think.”

The navigator’s eyes light up at your answer. A smile flickers across her face, and she takes a drink of the orange juice sitting in front of her. 

“Really?” Her eyes slide over to the entrance of the kitchen, but she doesn’t say anything further. 

You laugh slightly and roll your eyes at her implication. “It’s not like that, Nami.”

“Oh, it’s not?” She lets out a loud and piercing laugh. “I heard he didn’t go back to the boys cabin last night. You’ve been around Sanji almost as long as I have, and you really think its-”

You hear a door swing open behind you, and she pauses. 

“It’s not!” You cry out, taking the opportunity to defend yourself. You turn around to find the cook, trying to get someone else on your side. “Sanji, will you please tell Nami that nothing happened last-”

You find moss hair instead of blonde, and you’re stunned into silence. You lock eyes with the swordsman for a few seconds, before he cuts his eyes to the table and food in front of you. 

“Unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath, turning away from you and Nami. You can feel your cheeks pink at the implication of his words. He slinks away, climbing up into the crow's nest.

“Good morning to you too,” Nami huffs at him under her breath, leaning back in the chair. “He’s been like that since…” she trails off, realizing her error.

You stare at your eggs, having suddenly lost your appetite. You hear a door swing open and the familiar click of Sanji’s shoes across the wood of the Sunny, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him. 

Sanji’s sweet voice comes from behind you as he approaches. “I was thinking we could make macarons today, like we talked about?”

You hear his words, but you don’t respond. You can’t bring yourself to break your gaze away from the eggs on your plate. You hear the hatch slam shut from the crow’s nest above and you flinch at the sharp sound. A moment later, blaring music filled the air. 

“Stupid marimo,” the cook hisses. You can see him and Nami exchange glances with each other. “Do you want-”

“I’m fine,” you snap, blinking away the tears that were misting your eyes. You grab some toast from your plate and shove it into your mouth, painfully aware of Sanji and Nami’s eyes on you while you do it. 

The three of you sat in silence with only Zoro’s music to fill the air. Nami picked at her plate while Sanji lit another cigarette, and you did your best to eat despite the overwhelming urge to throw it up. 

“You don’t have to finish it,” Sanji said, watching you struggle. 

You didn’t respond. You just kept eating. You were thankful for Sanji’s grace, but you knew how much he hated wasting food. Thankfully Luffy saved you. He zoomed by, saw the food, and made a quick u-turn back to the table. 

“Sanjiiiiii,” he whined, looking at the spread laid before you and Nami. 

“You can have it,” you said, pushing the plate away from you and standing to your feet. Luffy didn’t seem to notice your mood as you walked away from the table, and he dug into the food you had abandoned with blissful glee. 

Sanji stepped forward and reached for your arm. “Do you want-“

“I’m not feeling well actually,” you said, dodging his advance to make a beeline for your room. “I’m just gonna go back to bed.” 

You stopped for a moment at the door, and turned around one last time. “Thank you for the meal, Sanji. It really was amazing.”

He smiled at you and nodded. “I’ll call you for lunch.”

You shook your head. “A knock will be fine.” And with that, you left the deck of the Sunny and returned to your darkened room. 

At lunchtime, a double knock came at your door once, and then again. Your eyes flicked over to the door, illuminated by the soft glow of the new fairy lights strewn around your room. But you stayed in your bed, safe under the covers. One more double knock came, but after a moment, you heard the soft click of Sanji's shoes receding away from your room. 

He knocked at tea time, and again at dinner, but you never got out of bed to answer him. Every time you heard him knock, a piece of you begged to get up and meet him halfway. But you could never get your body to move the way your mind wanted you to.

You didn’t cry. Not as much as you thought you would. You had a bit of a meltdown after breakfast, but it seemed like you had run out of tears since then. Now you were stuck in a state of immobility. Incapable of moving, incapable of caring. 

A few hours after dinner, a double knock came again. It came again, and then a third and fourth time. 

“Are you hungry?” a soft voice asked through the door after the fourth knock.

“No.”

He waited a moment before speaking again. “Do you want…company?”

You hesitated. You did want Sanji to stay with you. But you also didn’t. The whole thing was very confusing and entirely too much for you to process right now. 

“Y/N?” The cook called from the other side of the door. 

“No.” 

The reservoir of tears must’ve refilled at some point, because they spilled out onto your pillow as you heard his footsteps retreat from your room.

You tossed and turned for hours, the bed feeling too big to be alone in. You finally gave up on trying to sleep and got up to find something to eat. You wrapped yourself in a blanket and tiptoed out of your room onto the deck. It was still freezing outside, the winter climate lingering.

You were surprised to see the kitchen light on, and you peeked inside the window to see who was up at this late hour. 

Sanji’s back was to you, leaning onto the counter. He was reading the News Coo, an unlit cigarette held in his hand. 

Your hand raised to the door. Your knuckles rapped against the door twice, and you saw him tense at the sound. When he turned, he found your figure peering through the porthole and he smiled at you. 

Your heart soared as he rose from the chair and walked to the door, unbolting the lock he had in place during the night. He opened the door and held it for you as you walked in.

You walked towards the fridge, looking for something to snack on to ease your hunger. You hadn’t eaten since breakfast, which was your own stupid fault, but maybe you could find something to hold you over until tomorrow. 

“What are you doing?” Sanji asked. You could hear the snap of his lighter, and the familiar smell of fresh cigarette smoke filled the air. 

“I’m just going to grab a small snack, if that's okay.”

“No, it’s not okay,” he said sharply. You froze at his words, trying to understand. Was he really going to punish you so harshly for not eating any of his cooking today?

“Sit,” he said, walking over to the stove. “I’ll make you something.”

“You don’t have to-”

“I know.” He sighed, pulling out some pots and pans. “But I want to. For you.”

You stood in the middle of the kitchen, dumbfounded at his response. He was being so kind to you, after you had avoided him all day and hadn’t even eaten the food he had worked so hard to make for you. He set the pots and pans down on the prep counter and turned, pausing to look at you. 

You stood there staring at each other for a few moments before he smiled at you. You searched for it, but there was no hostility behind his eyes. Only kindness.

“I need to get to the fridge,” he whispered, still smiling down at you. You blinked, suddenly aware of your position in the room. You shuffled quickly to the side, allowing him access to the refrigerator. 

“Sit down, my love. Please.” Sanji hadn’t called you that pet name since you and Zoro broke up, and it took you by surprise. You couldn’t deny that it sounded nice rolling off his lips. 

You did as instructed, and you silently sat and watched him cook. Sanji worked silently as well, the only sound that filled the air was boiling water and the chopping of ingredients. 

He ladled out two bowls of soup, placing one in front of you and the other in front of himself. 

“Why soup?” 

He smiled and took a drag from his cigarette, deep in thought. You brought a spoon to your lips, blowing gently on it while waiting for an answer.

“My mom used to make it for me,” he finally said. He looked down at his bowl as if he were trying to recall an old memory. “Whenever I wasn’t feeling well.”

It was the first time you had heard him mention anything from his childhood. Sanji talked a lot about the Baratie and Zeff when people asked, but he hadn’t mentioned his life before that much. And he certainly never mentioned his mother. 

“Did she teach you how to cook?” you asked, trying to tread lightly. 

Sanji chuckled softly to himself, as if he were thinking about a joke only he would understand. 

“No, that was Zeff. But she always supported my dream to be a chef. She ate everything I made.” You could hear his voice growing thick, as if he might start crying. “She was amazing.”

She was amazing. You tried to ignore the use of past tense in Sanji’s words, but it was obvious that it was painful for him to think about her. You allow the spoon to pass through your lips and take a taste. Flavor fills your mouth, equally bold as it is comforting. 

“I can see why she made it. It’s delightful.” You grab another spoonful and bring it to your lips, hoping this one will cool faster than the last. 

Sanji smiled, finally looking up from his bowl at you. His mood lightened and his enthusiasm returned to him. 

“Yeah!” He agreed. “It really is delicious, isn’t it? I love to make it, but it never turns out right when you try to make a big pot to share with everyone. It's a smaller, more intimate meal. It’s really just made for two.”

“You and your mom?”

He nods. “And now for me and you.”

You return his smile with one of your own, and you eat the rest of your meal in silence. You can’t help but thank the universe for working out to place this eager blonde cook on the same ship as you on this vast ocean. You didn’t understand how someone like Sanji could exist, but you were thankful for him nonetheless. 

When you finished your bowl, he took it from you and placed it in the sink. He ran water to start the dishes, and began cleaning up the rest of the kitchen. 

“Are you still hungry?” He asked, looking at you.

“No, no,” you say quickly, not wanting him to burden himself further. “That was perfect actually. Your mom knows what she’s doing.”

He smiled at you, but you catch a glimpse of sadness in his eyes as he turns away, and you silently curse yourself for bringing up his mother again. 

“Can I help with anything?” you ask, trying to recover from your slip up. 

“I’ve got it, thank you though. You should get to bed.”

You bite your lip and watch him stack up the dishes in the sink before he turns back to begin wiping down the counters. You really don’t want to go back to your room. And you’ve been alone all day, you’d rather not return to it yet. 

You walk over to the sink, and begin to scrub at the bowls with the sponge.

“You don’t have to-”

“I know,” you say. “But I want to. For you.”

You can see his cheeks redden at your comment, but he says nothing. The two of you silently clean up together, enjoying each other's company while doing your own tasks. 

When you both finish, you walk out onto the deck together. Sanji turns off the kitchen light and locks the door to discourage your captain from sneaking in for a midnight snack, and the two of you are plunged into the inky darkness of the night. Only a few soft lights shine on the deck now, and you can see thousands of stars in the sky above you. 

You gasp in surprise, and softly touch Sanji’s arm to get his attention. 

“It’s beautiful!” you whisper, excitement in your voice. 

“Indeed,” Sanji says, watching you. “Should I turn out the lights so we can see better?”

You nod, and the two of you walk around to extinguish the lights on the deck. You return to the grassy area and lay down next to each other, your eyes to the sky. The cold was already nipping at your nose, but you ignored it.

“Do you think we’ll see a shooting star?” you ask, looking over at the cook. 

He chuckles. “Maybe if you keep your eyes on the sky.”

Your gaze returns to the stars, looking for any sign of movement. After a few minutes of nothing, Sanji sighs in defeat. 

“We should get to bed,” he says sadly. “It’s too cold out here for us to stay much longer.”

“A few more minutes!” you beg in a hushed tone. You scoot closer to him and lay your head on his shoulder, desperate for warmth.

“Alright, alright.” He wraps his arm around you to get comfortable, and you snuggle further into him. Your eyes are still on the sky, but you can feel your cheeks warm from being so close to him again. 

You sit in silence for a few more minutes, waiting for any sign of movement in the sky. Your fingers and toes feel numb, and you can see your breath, but you’re determined to find one shooting star before you have to go inside. 

“There!” you cry out, and you watch a star streak across the sky.

“Make a wish,” Sanji mutters, and you can hear his teeth chattering through his words. 

You wished for warmer weather, for a night where the cold didn’t force you two inside away from each other and the beauty of the sky above you. 

But it didn’t come, and the two of you got up and turned on all of the lights that you had extinguished and quietly tiptoed back into the cabin area. 

“I’ll see you in the morning,” Sanji said, his teeth still chattering. He started to walk towards the boys room. 

“Sanji?” you called, and you saw him pause and turn back to you. 

“Yes?”

“Can I request company? Or is it too late?” You asked. You were thankful for the darkness and the cold. It hid the blush that rushed to your cheeks.

“It’s never too late for that, my love. Let me change and I’ll be over.”

You nod and return to your room, changing into warm pajamas to stay comfortable through the night. Two knocks came at your door, and you opened the door quietly to let him in. 

You crawled into bed, and he followed you. He pulled you into him without remorse, and his freezing fingers sent shivers down your back. 

“Are you as cold as I am?” he whispered to you softly. 

“Freezing.” Your cold feet rubbed against his legs to prove your point, and he stifled a laugh and he pulled his legs away from your assault. 

“Rude!” He whispered back to you, but he pulled you close to him and held you tight. He returned his legs back to their place, intertwined with yours. “Sweet dreams, my love.”

[untitlednerd]

"I've got you, and you've got me."

Neteyam x twin!reader

Summary: You and your brother were never apart, but one moment - amidst all of the chaos - would change that forever.

Warnings: Sadness, no spelling or grammar checks.

A/N - I'm not going to lie, I almost cried multiple times while writing this. I just finally watched the new Avatar movie yesterday, and this was just sitting in my thoughts.

“I’m shot, I’m shot! You got me.” You laughed as you ran over to your brother, who was laying on the ground dramatically, playing dead. 

“I finally got you!” You said as you grabbed his hand, squeezing it gently and pulling him so he was sitting up. He squeezed your hand back.

“Yes, you did. Good job, little sister.” He smiled back at you, patting you on the head. You rolled your eyes, swatting his hand away.

“You’re only older than me by two minutes, Neteyam. Besides, isn’t it like a twin rule that you can’t argue about being older than the other?”

“I believe it’s the other way around, but since when did we care about rules like that anyway?” He answered as he stood up, pulling you into a hug. 

“Promise me that you won’t die, or leave. That we will always stick together.” You said, looking up at your brother who was slightly taller than you.

“I mean – I’ve got you, and you’ve got me. Right?” He asked, looking down at you. You gave him a look, causing him to sigh in amusement. 

“I promise, I promise. But only if you promise the same thing. I don’t want to hear that you slipped and fell, or died because of a tiny cut or something.” 

“I promise. Besides, I’m not that clumsy-” 

“Are too.”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Neteyam!” You yelled as you chased your brother, who only laughed as he ran away from you. Eventually, you joined in on the laughing.

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“You skxawng. I’m shot.” Is all you hear as your heart drops to your stomach. It took you what felt like hours, but was really only seconds, to register the words that Neteyam spoke – then, in almost a flash, you were swimming to his side, helping him to Tsireya’s Ilu, while Lo’ak and Spider held on. 

As Tsireya instructed the Illu to head swim, you kept your attention on Neteyam. Knowing what your father had told you about wounds like that, you already ripped off a piece of cloth, and shoved it onto his wound, keeping as much pressure on it as you could. He whined in pain because of it.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry – I have to try to stop the bleeding.” Your voice broke when you heard his whines, but you kept the cloth where it was, even as it got drenched in blood. You were the only thing keeping some of the blood from leaving your brother. And you knew that if he died because you did something wrong, then you would never forgive yourself. “Hold my hand, brother. Stay with me. I’ve got you, and you’ve got me.” Neteyam smiled softly through his pain when you said those words. Though you knew you couldn’t technically claim words, the two of you said them to each other for as long as you could remember. As far as you both knew, those words belonged to you. To your bond.

“It hurts, sister.” As much as you wanted to cry at his words and his whines, you knew you had to be there for him, so you forced the tears away, putting more pressure on his wound. 

“I know it does, but you’re going to be okay. We’re going to find mom and dad, and they’re going to help you. You’ll be okay. I promise.” You smiled as much as you could down at him as you held his hand, gently squeezing it once and awhile, to which he would squeeze back each time. A way to show each other that you were both still there.

Your concentration on Neteyam’s wound was broken when you heard Lo’ak yell for your father.

“Dad! Here, take him.” Lo’ak said as you all helped your father pull Neteyam onto the rocks. In a split second, you were by his side again, sitting next to him as you continued to put pressure on the wound, only stopping when your dad gave you a new piece of cloth that wasn’t soaked in blood to put on the wound. 

“Good job, you’re doing great. Keep putting pressure like you have been.” Your dad said, kissing you on the head softly as he looked at you, and then at Neteyam. 

The two of you were twins. Bonded since birth. As close as you were with the rest of your siblings, it would never be the same as it was with him. He was part of you, and you were part of him. You both needed each other. You were rarely apart, because being apart killed you both inside. And right now, you were in pain because you saw him in pain. It wasn’t as if you could feel the pain of the wound, but you could feel the pain he was in just fighting to stay alive. Fighting to stay awake. Fighting to look at you. His other half. 

Your mother ran over when she saw Neteyam, and fell to his side. 

“I want to go home.” He said in the midst of his erratic breathing, looking back and forth between you and your parents. 

“I know, I know. We’re going.” Your dad said, looking down at him, his hand on Neteyam’s cheek as he tried to keep him looking at one of you. His breathing became more erratic as he started to cry, but you knew it wasn’t from just the pain of the wound. He was scared. Scared of dying. Scared of leaving you and the rest of his family. Scared of not being there to protect any of you anymore. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’ve got you, and you’ve got me, remember? Just focus on me. Stay awake, and keep looking at me, brother.” You said, not being able to hold back your tears as you held your hand on the cloth on his wound with one hand, and his hand with the other. 

Soon after you spoke, Neteyam stopped breathing. But he did what you asked. His eyes were open, looking at you. They were lifeless, but they were still looking at you. You squeezed his hand, but he didn’t squeeze back.

“Neteyam? Neteyam! Squeeze my hand back, you skxawng!” You yelled, still keeping pressure on the wound even as your dad tried to pull you away from him, to which you shoved him back with your hand, holding Neteyam’s hand again right after. Even as your mom closed your brother’s eyes, and even as she was screaming and sobbing in the background, you kept pressure on the wound. “You open your eyes, and you come back to me. You promised! You told me that you wouldn’t die! You told me that I had you and you had me, you liar!” You screamed, not able to hold any emotions back. Through all of the chaos and emotions, you didn’t even realize that Lo’ak, your dad, your mom, and Spider went to find your sisters. 

Tsireya put a hand on your shoulder, saying your name softly. 

“He’s gone..” She said, trying to get you to let go of him.

“No, he isn’t. Okay? He told me he wouldn’t die on me, so he isn’t going to die. Neteyam has never broken a promise.” You said, your breathing erratic as your thoughts were clashing in your mind. The rational side was telling you to quit trying to stop the bleeding because he was gone. But the side of shock, the side that loved your brother – that was telling you to keep going. To keep trying to stop the bleeding. To keep trying to keep him alive. 

Only when your dad returned with the rest of your family did he finally pull you off of him. You fought him, screaming and crying. But he was picking you up, his arms wrapped around you as your mom cried next to Neteyam. “I know, it’s okay. Everything is going to be okay.” He whispered to you, trying to calm you down.

“No, it isn’t okay! He wants to go home. We have to take him home! He will be okay then!” You yelled through your sobs, still kicking your dad. 

“No, sweetheart, he won’t..” Your dad held you until you were too tired to fight him, hugging you and sitting with you as you fell to your knees, just now seeing the blood all over your hands. Your twin’s blood. You were too tired to move, but you weren’t tired enough to not scream one last time. This one was full of pain, anguish, and loss. It was a scream that your whole family felt. Your dad had been numb from shock during the whole ordeal, but when he heard you, he broke. Tears fell from his eyes as he kept hugging you, whispering sweet and comforting words in your ear.

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Later, once all of the light from the sky left, your brother was taken by your mother into the water after his body was prepared. As you looked into the sky while swimming next to your family, something felt different. The stars seemed brighter, and it seemed like there were more of them that night. While you lost a brother, the earth gained a bright and strong soul. Your other half resided in the stars. It was what you told yourself to keep you from crying again, even if there were no tears left to cry, you knew you could start sobbing again if you wanted to.

Before you let the rest of your family take Neteyam down into the water, you took his necklaces off of him, holding them in your hand as you climbed back onto the rocks, knowing you wouldn’t be able to watch your twin’s body disappear. 

Leaving your family to grieve, you went to find the ikran that you and Neteyam rode on the way to the Metkayina. 

It was only as you mounted the creature and were prepared to leave when your family found you. Tuk tried to go to you, but Kiri held her back. Your mom said your name, and you looked at her, emotionally numb and full of pain at the same time.

“Where are you going?” Your dad asked, pulling your attention to him.

“He wanted to go home.” You said, putting Neteyam’s smaller necklace around your neck, holding the bigger one he wore in your hand. “I’m taking him home.” Once you finished talking, the ikran you were on flew off, headed towards home. You didn’t look back at your family, knowing that it would break you. But you also knew you would see them again. But for now, you needed to bring your brother home, and you needed to grieve his death in the place the two of you felt most alive.

A/N - (I sincerely apologize for this.)

[igotanidea]

Lollipop: Dick Grayson x kid!sister!reader

(part 1 of 4 for the batboys x sister!reader)

This was not supposed to end up like this.

At least at first, cause it was showing signs of impending tragedy.

He was only going to be gone for like 15 minutes with the best intentions of getting his little sister the biggest lollipop available at the fair shop.

And the fact that this beautiful girl was standing there casually, throwing glances his way had absolutely nothing to do with it.

Yes, he was flirty chatty, I mean – can you seriously blame a man with his look and charm? No right? No, of course not.

But, being the responsible older brother, he grabbed his sister and carried her piggyback straight to the shop, while cracking jokes and making the five-year old laugh softly, in the way only little kids can. Literally lighting up his entire world and having a great brother-sister bonding.

„So. Which one of the lollipops would you like Y/N?”

„That one!” she pointed her little fingers to the red and yellow piece of Candy on the display.

„Sure thing, little one, let me handle it for you.”

„Your daughter is so cute…” the girl Dick had an eye on, appeared next to him, flipping her hair flirtatiously, flashing him a bright smile.

Daughter?!

Shit.

Did he look that old that someone might take Y/N for his daughter?!

Was his hair going grey or something?

Did he have wrinkles?

He wasn’t even 30 yet and now he was appearing as a father figure?!

He loved that kiddo, he truly did, but this?

Too much.

„She;s actually my sister” he managed to say even though there was a whirlwind of emotions inside him.

WAS HE OLD NOW?!

„Oh, so cute. And you’re on the babysitter duties I guess?”

„Something like that.”

„Dick!” Y/N squirmed on his shoulders getting impatient and wanting her sweet.

Under any other circumstances in any other company that little word coming out of the word of a five year old would be completely Innocent and harmless, however Y/N had no idea what kind of reaction it may get from a – well- stranger.

“Did you teach her such language?!” the girl frowned in rebuke.

“What?” Dick chuckled nervously “No, no, you don’t understand, this is not a curse, it’s—”

“It sounds like one to me.”

“No!” Dick grinned “It’s actually my name!”

“Your name?” the girl raised an eyebrow “Are you for real right now?”

“Dick!” Y/N cried out again, wriggling so hard she almost fell from his shoulders, but due to some miracle he caught her safely, torn between wanting to smooch her cute little face and hiding her somewhere so she wouldn’t embarrass him even more. “Shh, kiddo. The adults are talking.”

“But I want –”

“I know little one, but if you could just give me five minutes—” Dick held his sister tight to his chest, whispering in his ear but she was not going to take his mysteriousness.

“Hi!” she turned around in her brother’s arms and called upon the girl “you’re pretty.” Her words were only as honest as a kid can be. No filter, no hesitation, no embarrassment and no overthinking.

“Well thank you. I’m Elle.”

“I’m Y/N.” the little girl reached her hand to the older one, squeezing it with the most stern face she could produce still being the cutest human being to walk the earth. “And that’s my brother, Dick. Dick! Come say hi to Elle!”

“That really is your name?”

“It’s Richard actually. But everyone just call me Dick. No subtext, I swear!” he laughed seeing Elle’s sceptic face expression.

“He’s my favorite brother!” Y/N clung to his legs, wrapping those tiny arms around them “yesterday he braided my hair and all the girls in the kindergarten were looking at me with jealousy!”

It was more likely shock, cause “braided” in Dick’s dictionary meant doing so many complex swirls that the complicated hairstyle seemed to stay on the head only by a miracle.

“And he watched all episodes of Dora the explorer with me! He even learned the song, come on Dickie!!” Y/N pulled his trouser leg “come on, sing with me! Jump in! ¡Vámonos! You can lead the way! Hey! Hey!” every exclamation mark was highlighted by the girl's joyful jump.

“Hey! Hey!” Dick grinned getting carried away by the cheerful melody and only after a while realizing that he must be making a fool of himself. “Yeah… um….”

“My brothers love that cartoon too.” Ellie smiled

“Oh, you have brothers?” now that was something the resident flirt could pursue “may it be that they are Y/N’s age?”

“Five and three. Do you think maybe they could hang out?”

“Oh, I absolutely think they could hang out.” Right, because it was all about the younger siblings. “Care to give me your phone number so we can arrange the da--… I mean the acknowledgement?”

Five minutes later Ellie said her goodbye and Dick was left with the very valuable number saved safely in his phone.

“Great job Y/N.” he put his hand up (not too high) so the girl could high (again- not too high) five him.

“Duh!” she scoffed with the face of a girl boss. “But seriously, you should up your game Dick!”

“Up my--? WHAT?! Where did you heard that?!”

“Uncle Wally—”

“Uncle Wally will not get fast enough to run from me now.” Dick hissed

“Hey, Dick?”

“Yeah, Yeah, I know, let’s get you that lollipop first, my little diva. You deserve it.”

He picked her up from the ground and spun joyfully in the air.

Who would have thought that he would actually be the oldest brother to such a tiny precious human, serving perfect role as her guardian angel.

[enluv]

love spill !

PAIRING! - rockstar!jay (enha) x fem!reader

wc: 1.3k+

warnings: angst-ish but not really + fluff later !!, reader is stressed/exhausted, profanity, slow burn(?)

coco’s ♡ note: this came from a mini game I answered once and literally could not get over because I need rockstar bf jay so badly, I might make more with this jay too so let me know if you like it or have any rockstar!bf jay thoughts because I will indulge and write them !!! literally adore this jay so much ahhhh!!!

Finally.

Finally some piece and quiet away from the shared apartment you live in with the three younger boys.

Perhaps living with your younger brother and his university friends wasn’t the best idea, especially when you had a ten page journalism report due by three pm the next day.

That’s why you find yourself here on a hot summers day sitting in your favorite cafe, it’s not busy on Fridays and is hidden enough so the boys won’t find you for a while, but they will come looking eventually.

The bell of the cafes door rings to signify it being opened but this report is due tomorrow and you can’t stop to look up, but maybe you should have. Maybe you should have because now as you watch the hot brown liquid seep into your laptops keyboard you become painfully aware of the boy in front of you who’d walked in early wearing the most guilt ridden expression. His words muffled as you watch your screen go black.

“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m so sorry. Wait here let me get something to clean this up.” He’s fumbling with the other drinks in his hand as he tries to reach for napkins to clean the spill he’s made.

Where else would you go really? Right now you’re just waiting for the ground to swallow you whole. Had the program even saved the other three pages you’d written? Was your hard work gone just like that? Would your professor even believe you if you told him what happened? Even if it sounded straight out of a movie?

“Just leave it, I’ll clean it myself. Please leave.”

He stills at your words, no malice or emotions within them just exhaustion. The tone of your voice makes his heart ache, and he swears to himself that he’s going to make up for this for the rest of his life.

“I’m sorry for this really, I need to leave because I have a schedule to get to but I promise I’ll make this up to you. Can I have your number?”

Your stare makes him feel small, then he realizes how his question sounds after a minute passes between you two.

“Wait I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not asking you out. Not saying I wouldn’t ask you out but I’m not doing that right now! I just need it so I can text you to pay you back, or I can pay to get your laptop fixed. I’ll send you the money or even if you want buy you a new one.”

Jay can’t tell what you’re thinking but somehow he’s walking out of the cafe with your phone number and an assortment of drinks for his members. Dreading having to explain to them just what happened in the cafe.

unknown (2:46pm):

uh hey this is jay, I’m the one who dropped my coffee on your laptop, really sorry about that by the way!! um i want to give you these so I can say sorry again in person because my mom always said to apologize face to face or you don’t mean it and also that way we can figure out the laptop money thing together.

unknown (2:47pm):

four attachments sent

just stop by tomorrow and have some fun and then after I’ll come find you and we can talk!! what’s your name by the way?

you (3:12pm):

it’s y/n. thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow.

“I cannot believe some random dude gave you tickets to see downfall, like this show has been sold out for months and I mean months, talking eight months and he just gave up four tickets to see them? He must be loaded! Tell him you want a new computer and game console, I want the newest version.”

Jungwon’s excited rambles bring a smile to your face, sure just yesterday you’d cried almost all the water out your body until Jungwon had called your professor and explained in detail (along with sticking the phone in your room so he could hear your cries) the situation, but he’d also somehow gotten you an extension on your paper for the next week. He seriously deserved the random concert tickets the stranger, Jay, had sent you.

Receiving them was odd but he’d convinced you with the promise of fixing your laptop and that’s honestly all that mattered, so if you had to sit through a three hour long show next to some stranger who spilled coffee on your laptop then so be it because you’d be getting it fixed no matter what.

Except instead of said random stranger sitting next to you, an actual random stranger stood beside you excitedly yapping with her friends and the random stranger you had expected was perched on stage with a guitar in hand, microphone stationed in front of him like it belonged to him, and soon enough you’d realize from the crowds hollers that it did belong to him.

“ARE YOU READY FOR TONIGHT?” He’s met with screams all around the arena.

“That’s what I like to hear, alright let’s go.”

The shock of who Jay was really didn’t cease even after the show had ended and the four of you began to walk out the packed venue, it doesn’t really go away until a large man comes to escort you backstage.

“Hey buddy I think you have the wrong people, we’re just here still because my sisters waiting for someone.” Jungwon’s voice breaks you out of your shock and the man nods as if he knew what he was going to say.

“Yeah he’s backstage, just follow me.”

Jay fidgets with the bag he has in his hands, earlier he’d dragged the boys along with him to pick you out a new laptop and even threw in a new case and holder for it. He really wanted to get the image of your exhausted eyes out of his mind, he wanted to see you happy and healthy.

“Y/N you didn’t tell us the guy who spilled coffee on you was one of the members of downfall,” the voice he hears is failing to whisper as you get closer.

“Are we about to meet one of the members? What if it’s just like a staff or something like why would an actual member be getting their coffee and oh my god that’s the lead singer Jay.”

He laughs shyly at the boy who’s mouth is now wide open pointing excitedly at him, but he quickly shuts up as he spots you. You look so pretty, completely different from when he’d last saw you drenched in coffee and exhaustion all over your face. Right now you looked content and really really pretty.

“Hey Y/N, I know I said I’d give you the money to fix your laptop but I thought you should just have a completely brand new one, I’m really sorry for spilling my coffee on yours, I’m sure you were busy and needed it, I hope you can use this new one well,” his breath hitches as he holds out the bag to you and your fingers touch briefly, “and I hope you liked the show, I see your friends did.” He sends a wave their way and laughs when they all excitedly wave back.

A smile begins to develop on your cheeks and his heart races. This is exactly how he’d like to see you, happy and smiling.

Later that night as you pull out the new laptop determined to finish your nearly complete paper, a small card flutters out with it that reads —

“I wrote this to say not only sorry again, but to also ask if you’d like to go out with me sometime? and I mean it this time, as in I am actually asking you out unlike last time when I, you know accidentally asked you out unintentionally, this time I promise it’s intentional. Please let me make up the god awful first meeting we had, I promise it’ll be worthwhile. You have my number so if you want to then just shoot me a text but if not then that’s fine with me too! – Jay”

A smile forms on your face as you set down the card and get to working on your essay, the answer to Jay’s proposition already clear in your mind. Yes.

coco’s love note: i am so terribly down bad for jay it’s crazy. he’s so just perfect like I adore him so much!! and I’m the biggest rockstar!jay enthusiast like I just had to write something about it, plus I think it’s so adorable how he’s clumsy in this fic but a crazy rager on stage & only mc gets to see both sides of him fully! I hope you enjoyed this fic! As always, feedback & reblogs are appreciated! Thank you for reading <3

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[good-beanswrites]

If it's okay with you, could you write a drabble about the hypothetical aftermath of Amane getting attacked by Kotoko?

Welp thank you pal for making me absolutely insane with this request 👍 I ran through a few hypotheticals and realized I had to shift some things around since there were so many absolutely tragic outcomes. I worked something out but damn if it didn’t make me emotional to think about how uniquely rough Amane has it. Even making sure she's in a good place at the end, this got pretty serious, so warnings for child abuse and cult references. 

(So in canon, Kotoko goes in order and attacks Fuuta, but Kazui steps in. Then she attacks Mahiru while he’s distracted with his injuries. She’s about to attack Amane, but Mikoto gets in the way (my hc that he did it on purpose survives!). By the time they reach a draw, Kazui is back, and the two of them can prevent Kotoko from any further action against Amane. Sticking to this apparent system of three attacks and one rescue, I’m just shuffling around the injuries for this story. Fuuta’s attack went unnoticed, and he’s in the same state as canon Mahiru. Mikoto steps in before Kotoko can fight Mahiru, so Mappi’s the one who get out physically unscathed. While Mikoto checks on Mahiru, recovers himself, or discovers Fuuta, Kotoko is able to attack Amane next. Kazui comes to help, but not before she leaves Amane looking like canon Fuuta.)

Mahiru could practically feel her heart shatter into a million pieces when Amane finally cried in front of her. She hadn’t shed a single tear yesterday – it was the shock, Shidou said. Mahiru was skeptical. After all, she had been shocked, too, and cried plenty.

Amane woke as she came in with breakfast. She took a moment to survey herself, bandages peeking out from beneath her pajamas and an eyepatch securely over her right eye. As calmly as one might say “good morning,” she started to cry. Mahiru might have missed it, if Amane hadn’t wiped at her good eye with her sleeve.

“Oh, sweetheart…!” Mahiru rushed over to her. “It’s okay, I’m here.” She wanted nothing more than to wrap the girl in a secure embrace, but she remembered the mass of bandages that were around her chest. Shidou had mentioned broken ribs and bruises. It took everything in her not to cry along with Amane, at the thought.

“I can get you another ice pack, if you need. Or more medicine.” Her mind spun with ways to help with pain. Many of the first aid supplies had been used to keep Fuuta from the brink of death, but surely there were extras to spare for Amane. 

The girl just shook her head. 

She muttered, “I can’t… I…I’m going to be punished, I’m going to be punished…”

“No! You’re safe now.” Mahiru placed her hands gently on Amane’s arms. “Kotoko’s not coming back. We’re all watching over you. You’re safe. She’s not going to hurt you anymore.” 

“That’s not…” Amane pulled away. Her voice stayed level, despite hiccups interrupting her. A hand reached up to her eyepatch. “It’s this. It’s all of this. It’s sinful. I took it off last night, but he must have…” She started unwrapping it. “They’re going to punish me...” 

With a careful motion, Mahiru held it in place and took Amane’s hands into her own. She’d been picking up on the signs ever since they arrived here together, and a final wave of understanding washed over her. 

“I can’t let you do that.”

Amane’s expression twisted, though words came out far more frantic than fiery. “Let me go.” 

Mahiru didn’t. “I’m sorry. Amane, you need this treatment.”

“That is not your decision to make. That is not any human’s decision to make.”

Mahiru pressed her lips together. “I know. But I can’t watch as you… I can’t sit by again while someone…” She was careful not to apply any pressure, but she could no longer fight the urge to gather Amane up in her arms. “You don’t need to be afraid of those people, anymore.”

“I’m not afraid.” Amane hiccuped. “They love me, and I love them. I need to be good for them.”

“I love you, and I don’t want to see you in pain.”

“You just pity me because I’m young.”

“Why does your age matter? You are a lovely young woman – you are my friend – and I can’t bear to see you in pain.”

The two sat in silence for a moment. Mahiru doubted she would take that as an answer; Amane had refused to call any of the others her friend. At least she didn’t argue. In fact, it seemed she was leaning into the embrace a bit more. She sighed a shaky breath into Mahiru’s uniform.

“Listen, Amane. Can you do me a favor? I’m trying to be a good girl, too. To make up for something awful, I need to make sure you’re alright. Can you help me? Can we be good together?”

A long pause followed. Amane’s voice spoke up, ever so gently.

“I suppose I can consider it.” She added quickly, “for the sake of your redemption. Of course.”

“Of course.”

[inlovewithpandora]

- Forever Doesn’t Last -

Pairing: Neteyam (20) x Omatikaya fem! reader (19)

Request: Yes || No

Based on this request

Synopsis: You caught your boyfriend cheating on you and the next day he dumped you for her. Your heart was shattered and your best friend Neteyam was there to help pick up the pieces. Neteyam was hoping this would be his opportunity to make you see him as more than a friend.

Content: childhood bestfriends to lovers, angst, comfort, fluff, infidelity, mentions of sex, arguing, mentions of STD’s (you’ll see why) mild swearing

Author’s Note:

- idk if Na’vi are actually able to get STD’s or have a form of their own but for the sake of this story let’s pretend they can😭

- italicized words indicate a flashback

- if you see mistakes please excuse them

Word Count: 4.1k

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Darkness.

That's all you felt, all you could see.

You haven't left your pod in days, the way you felt currently was like someone came and stomped on your heart. As you sat in the darkness of your pod the past events that caused you to be in this condition played through your head.

You and your boyfriend Tawal haven't been spending that much time together because he told you he's been busy with warrior training which you understood. You decided to make his favorite meal and bring it to him as a surprise so the both of you could spend quality time together.

As you walked closer to his pod you could hear faint noises, 'what is that?' you thought to yourself. As you got closer walking ever so quietly you begin to hear a woman's voice, "Yes! T-Tawal j-just like that" You heard the unknown woman moan out in pleasure.

The curtain to his pod was slightly open so you could see Tawal rutting into her as lewd noises evaded the woman and Tawal's mouth. As you watched them your eyes began to water. You couldn't believe the man you loved decided to cheat on you and screw this woman. You wanted to barge in there and rip his head off but you didn't instead, you went home and cried yourself to sleep.

The next day as you clean around your pod, you heard someone's footsteps enter "Good morning" you heard Tawal say as he sat down at your table "Where is my breakfast? You usually have breakfast prepared for me when I come over" He looked at you confused as to why this routine changed all of a sudden.

You let out a dark chuckle while shaking your head, "Why don't you have that woman you were fucking yesterday do it for you" You scowled at him as his eyebrows raised "What are you talking about Y/N? I wasn't with a woman yesterday " He said as he began walking up to you and tried to kiss your lips.

You backed up from him and began raising your voice, "Stop playing stupid Tawal I HEARD her moaning your name I SAW you thrusting into her like a wild animal!"

"How did you even hear and see us? What were you do—"

"It doesn't matter what I was doing, the point is that I caught you and I can't believe you just tried to act like it wasn't true! How could you cheat on me Tawal?! How could you just decide to go sleep with some random girl!?" As you yelled he didn’t even say anything and you hated how he looked so serene.

"SAY SOMETHING YOU ASSHOLE!"

Tawal's once calm demeanor changed to an angry one, you calling him an 'asshole' flickered something in him. "You want to know why I did it?! Fine, I'll tell you! We've been together for almost a year and we haven't even had sex one time! all we do is kiss and touch and that shit is boring"

"I told you before we started dating I didn't want to have sex until we mated and you said you were okay with that!" You were always a little insecure about wanting to wait. Deep down you felt like Tawal would do something like this because you weren't giving him the full package.

"Well, clearly I'm not! I can't be with a woman who can't fully gratify me, that's why I'm breaking up with you and I'm going to mate with Zora. She is a woman who can FULLY tend to my needs" As you heard him say that your heart felt like it broke in half. You couldn't believe the man you loved just said another woman could satisfy him.

"Zora?! You wanna mate with Zora?! That's the woman you want instead of me?!" you say as hot tears began to stain your cheeks "Someone who has fucked every man in the clan?! that's someone you want to mate with?!"

Zora is a promiscuous woman who is well known by any and every man in the clan. She sleeps with anyone that gives her the slightest attention. If a man even made eye contact with her she was ready to spread her legs wide open for him.

"Yes, it is! She is— you know what?! Why am I even explaining myself to you? It doesn't even matter just listen to my words I DON'T WANT YOU ANYMORE!" He yelled so loud that you are sure that the whole clan heard.

Hearing him say he didn't want you made your heartache, "W-We were suppose to be together forever Tawal! Y-you promised me we would always be together forever! How could you do this to us?!"

It was like everything changed between the two of you in a blink of an eye. Like he just changed into this monster overnight.

"Forever doesn't last when there isn't anything there anymore Y/N! Do you not get that?!" As he watched you cry he didn't even feel an ounce of guilt for the pain he caused you, he felt like you brought this upon yourself. "I stopped loving you a while ago, maybe if you would've been putting out like a real woman should this wouldn't have happened!"

The sadness you felt was soon replaced with a feeling of fierce anger

"YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK YOU TAWAL! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! LEAVE! NOW!" You shouted with venom falling off your lips as you hit him in the chest and pushed him toward the entryway of your pod. You couldn't stand to look at him anymore, looking at the cold expression on his face made your stomach churn. His words lingering in the air made you feel physical pain.

"DON'T COME BACK!" You shoved him out of your pod and tied your curtain closed so no one could come in.

That was the last time you saw him and the first day you felt gloom grow inside you.

Ever since that day, you haven't stepped foot out of your pod. You didn't want to see anyone, you didn't want to hear people whispering about you and Tawal, and you just couldn't handle the discomfiture right now. You didn't even want to see your best friend Neteyam, you didn't want him to see you so broken and distraught.

The past few days you haven't been taking care of yourself or your home properly. Your pod was a mess and you haven't been eating. You didn't have the strength to do anything except cry. Every time someone would come to make sure you were okay you would just snarl at them and tell them to leave and everyone would do what you asked.

At this time you were laying down in your makeshift bed balling your eyes out. Your emotions were still raw from the fight and breakup with Tawal and it was hitting you like a brick wall. You didn't want to do anything except weep into your pillow, you were crying so much that your head was throbbing. You just felt so lost and broken and you loathed Tawal for making you feel like this.

As you continued feeling melancholic you heard a voice, "Y/N let me come in, I want to make sure you're okay" Neteyam said as he stood outside your pod. He has been so worried about you ever since he heard you and Tawal argue. He didn't know what the origin was but he knew it must've been bad.

"Neteyam leave me be! Go away!" You yell out hoping he would leave. He's been coming by every day and every time you sent him away, he usually listened and left but today he wasn't going to leave.

"No, I'm not leaving until I know you're okay. You're my best friend and I haven't seen you in days."

"Neteyam please leave! I-I don't want to see you! I don't want you to see me like this!" You say as your voice began to crack. You hated that you kept turning him away but you just couldn't face him in this state.

When Neteyam heard your voice crack he felt a twinge in his heart, "Y/N please let me in, let me be there for you" You could hear slight desperation in his voice, you knew that he wanted to see you.

You knew that Neteyam was going to keep persisting so you let out a sigh and sluggishly made your way to the curtain so you could untie it for him to come in. Once you untied it you walked back into your bed and pulled your blanket around your body. "Come in Neteyam" you say just loud enough for him to hear you from outside.

Neteyam pulled the curtain back and walked in. His eyes widened when he saw the condition of your pod. He knew you were a very clean and tidy person so for you to have a messy pod he knew something was definitely bothering you.

Neteyam walks over to you and sits down at the end of the bed, "Y/N please talk to me what's wrong? What’s going on with you and Tawal?"

Hearing his name made your ears pin to the side of your head and made you sit up with an angry glare, "Do not speak of him in my house. I do not want to hear his name" you tell him as more tears flow down your face.

This was the first time Neteyam has seen you in days and he began to take in your appearance. You had puffy eyes with dark circles, your hair was all over the place and you just didn't look anything like your normal self. "Y/N what happened? Did he do something to you?" He put his hands on your arms and began to rub them softly.

You haven't had contact with anyone in days, feeling Neteyam's warmth radiating towards you as his fingertips glided against your skin and his concern-filled eyes made you cry even harder, "I- was walking *sniffle* to his pod and I saw him w-with—he was—" you couldn't even finish your sentence without breaking out into a sob. "Shhh it's okay Y/N you don't have to tell me right now" He brought you into his embrace and began rubbing your back to comfort you as your head was on his shoulder. He could gather what you were trying to say and he saw Tawal and Zora sneaking off together earlier today so he connected the dots.

"I'm here for you Y/N, I'm going to help you get through this. You won't feel like this forever, the pain you feel will soon subside. I'll be by your side no matter what" Neteyam could see how broken you were and he was going to help you pick up the pieces.

That day Neteyam stayed and comforted you. After a while, Neteyam was able to get you to calm down and you began to drift off to sleep on his shoulder. "Y/N?" He whispered, he didn't hear you respond so he assumed you fell asleep. He laid your body gently back onto the bed and pulled the cover over you so that you wouldn't be cold.

He then turned around and began walking into the open area of your pod. He began to clean up your pod for you as you slept peacefully. He wanted to start helping you get into a better head space and by being in a clean environment he felt like that would help.

You and Neteyam have been best friends ever since the two of you were children. One day you were playing with your toy hexapede in a patch of moss and a group of little kids began to tease you. Neteyam watched the interaction from afar and marched over to where you were and ran the children away. You thanked Neteyam for helping you and from that day forward the two of you were inseparable.

As both of you got older Neteyam started to grow feelings for you. He never expressed his feelings because he didn't know how you would react and he didn't want to ruin your friendship so he hid his feelings from you. Anytime the two of you were together and you weren't paying attention he would give you loving glances and would admire your beautiful smile. He always loved seeing your usual joyful spirit so seeing you so in such a broken state pained him.

Hours went by and he finally finished cleaning your pod from top to bottom. As he was admiring his work you began to wake up. You began hearing movement in your pod and you assumed it was your best friend, "Teyam?"

When Neteyam heard your voice he immediately came to where you were, "Yes?"

"What are you still doing here? I thought you would've left by now..." you say as you rubbed your eyes with sleep still lingering in your voice.

"I stayed and did a little something for you" he said with a soft smile which made you fur your eyebrows, "what do you mean? What did you do?"

Without saying a word he put out his hand for you to grab. You moved your hand toward him and he helped you up and intertwined his hand with yours and began walking to the open area of your pod. As you followed him you looked around and saw that all the things you had sprawled out and the piles of mess you had were cleaned up.

As you walked deeper into the open area and saw how spotless everything was your eyes widened, "Neteyam did you clean all of this for me?"

"Yes of course I did, I wanted to help you so I did one of the things I'm good at which it's cleaning"

When you looked at Neteyam you could see a warm smile on his face. You knew that Neteyam always loved to help people but for him to help you brought out a feeling you haven't felt in the past few days which was happiness.

A soft smile spread across your face as you wrapped your arms around Neteyam's neck and pulled him for a hug, "Thank you Neteyam, you didn't have to do this for me"

At first, Neteyam was surprised by your sudden contact but he was glad to see your smile again. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you back, "Your welcome, I know I didn't have to but I wanted to"

As both of you hugged it felt like butterflies swarmed your stomach, you've never felt this sensation with Neteyam before so it was new to you. You unwrapped your arms from around his neck and pulled back and began looking into his golden eyes. His eyes were piercing your soul, it was almost like he was trying to tell you something.

This is the moment you realized that you and Neteyam's friendship was going to slowly change. You didn't know what direction it would go but you were interested in finding out.

—

Over this past month, Neteyam has been helping and caring for you vastly. In the beginning, you were nervous about being around the clan again, scared that you would overhear them gossiping about you. You told Neteyam about how you felt and from that point on every time you had to walk around the village he was right by your side. When he would hear someone whispering your name or even look at you the wrong way he would bare his teeth and their actions would come to a halt.

In the beginning, you were starting to get back to your normal self being happy and bright but sometimes the gloom you once felt consumed you and took you back to the emotions you felt the day you found Tawal with Zora.

Neteyam would find you crying or throwing things angrily around your pod. He would quickly come to you and wipe your tears and tell you everything would be okay or he would grab whatever was in your hand and calm you down.

Some nights he even stayed over with you just to make sure you were okay throughout the night. Some of those nights you would peacefully sleep and some nights you went on full rants about how much of an asshole Tawal was and sat there Neteyam and listened to your every word, saying little things every few seconds to let you know he was actively listening.

As the weeks progressed you were finally getting over Tawal. Seeing him in the village with Zora didn't affect you anymore, at first when the wound he created on your heart was fresh you wanted to break their unholy union. But after a while, you realized that it was only a matter of time before Eywa gave him the karma he deserves.

Over this month your friendship with Neteyam has changed, you were now seeing him in a new light.

You were now seeing him romantically.

Whenever you saw him you paid more attention to his physique. The way his body was sculpted so beautifully and how his cummerbund was wrapped around his small waist.

Every time Neteyam would grab your hand and walk beside you through the forest you felt sparks of electricity go through you, you felt blissful with him. Now when you were around him you never wanted him to leave, you wanted him to be glued to your side.

These feelings you felt with Neteyam you've never felt before not even with Tawal. The way Neteyam was making you feel was something truly unique.

Over this month Neteyam's feelings for you have grown and he felt them immensely. He felt like his heart was going to explode at the sight of you, every time he walked and talked with you he felt a overwhelming amount of serotonin rush through his veins.

It has now gotten to the point where he couldn't hide his feelings from you anymore, he had to tell you in the hope that you felt the same.

You and Neteyam were currently sitting next to each other carving and painting wooden beads. As he watched you paint your beads he could see a joyous smile plastered onto your face, "Teyam this is fun!" you tell him with child like excitement as you dip your fingers into the bowl of green paint. "Yeah this is fun" he chuckled as he continued carving beads for you to paint.

Since you were in a happy mood he felt like this was the best time to confess his feelings for you, "Y/N I've been wanting to tell you something for a while..."

You looked up from what you were doing and faced him, "Okay what is it?"

Neteyam took in a deep breath and mentally said a prayer to Eywa that this would go the way he hopes, "Every since we were young I've liked you romantically. For years I have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence and I just can't dismiss my feelings for you anymore" As Neteyam notices your gaze on the ground he grabs your chin lightly and looks at you with a loving gaze "I can't pretend that I don't love you anymore because I do".

As you sat there and listened to Neteyam's words and looked into his golden eyes you felt a deep affection for him. Over the past month, your feelings have grown for him too. "I'm infatuated with you Neteyam, I've been for a while I was just waiting for you" you say brightly as your eye’s begin to glisten with happiness

"I see you Teyam"

"I see you too Y/N, I will always see you" Neteyam pulled you into his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist. You laid back on his chest with your head in the crook of his neck while he leaned up against the tree behind him. From being so close together you could feel his warmth mixing with yours.

The two of you sat together watching the sun set on the forest as both of you just embraced each other and soaked up the loving aura in the air.

—

As you and Neteyam were walking through the forest you heard Lo'ak calling out for both of you, "Y/N! Neteyam!" Both of you turned around and saw Lo'ak walking toward the two of you.

"What is it baby bro?" Neteyam asked with a confused look, wondering why he was calling them

"Did you two hear about Tawal and Zora?" Lo'ak said while trying to hold back a laugh

"No what happened?" You asked him

"There's is a rumor going around the clan that since they mated Zora has still been sleeping with other men and she gave Tawal an STD" Lo'ak said while laughing

Your eyes widen as you heard Lo'ak tell you this information, "Really?!"

"Yes I even heard him ask one of the elders if there was anything to get rid of his 'burning and itching' problem"

You and Neteyam began to laugh as you heard of Tawal's issue. You knew that Eywa was going to give him some sort of karma and this was it.

"He brought it on himself by knowingly sleeping with a woman who has slept with every man in the twice. He knew what he was getting himself into" you said while shrugging your shoulders. You didn't feel any remorse for him but how could you after what he did to you?

As you, Neteyam, and Lo'ak continued laughing you could see Tawal walking past the three of you. Tawal walked past trying not to be seen but it didn't work out in his favor, "Hey Tawal! Are you still itching and burning from Zora?!" Lo'ak yelled out which made you and Neteyam break out into laughter.

"Lo'ak!" you were beginning to grow breathless as laughs erupted from your throat. You tried to seize your laughter but you couldn't. The situation was just too hilarious not to laugh.

As Tawal heard all of you laughing he grew so embarrassed that his tail tucked in between his legs. He began to speed walk away, trying to get away from the three of you as quick as he could.

As Tawal walked away he could see you and Neteyam holding hands. It sickened him to see you with him but he knew that he messed up all his chances with you. Tawal knew you deserved someone better and that Neteyam was better deserving of your love and affection.

Tawal looks back at you one more time before walking away. As he thought about the good times both of you had and how you use to make him laugh, a single tear fell down his cheek. He felt so stupid for messing this up with you for Zora. After he and Zora mated he realized everything he felt for her was lust, they didn't have any real connection like the one both of you shared. He didn't know why his past self broke up with you for a bottom-of-the-barrel woman.

As he walked away he saw Zora walk up to him, "Tawal why are crying? What is wrong?" She asked him as she went to reach out for his hand. Tawal scoffed and backed away from her, "Get away from Zora, you're what's wrong with me. You ruined the best relationship I had and you gave me a disease for Eywa's sake! I mated with you and you continued to sleep around, you told me you would stop but you didn't. You've made me look like a fool in front of the whole clan!" They began to have a loud argument which drew your attention.

As you look at him you were glad that he ended things off with you because if he hadn't you wouldn't have been able to have Neteyam as a lover. You were thankful to Eywa that she destined this path for you, that she made you and Neteyam's stars aligned. You were thankful that your best friend turn into your lover.

You move closer to Neteyam and lean in to kiss his cheek. Neteyam turns and looked down at you with his loving eyes, "What was that for?"

"It was because I love you" you say as warmth spreads across your cheeks and they begin to turn a light shade of purple.

You begin to see his lips curl up into a smile. He grabs your chin lightly and pulls you in for a soft yet loving kiss, "I love you too, I'll always love you forever"

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A/N: YALL IM BACK IM ALIVE. sorry for the long pause! was busy with school (and star rail....) please enjoy this rather short fic! (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡

"dan, dan heng!"

"ugh! wait for a bit- ah!"

you were bouncing hastily on dan heng's cock for nearly an hour already. poor guy's close to passing out due to cumming three times in a row.

"w-wait! i can't anymore, ah~ ah!"

dan heng bit his lips and blinked rapidly to regain some consciousness from the overwhelming pleasure on his dick.

"can you at least remove the dildo- ugh, agh! ah!♡"

he let out his whorish moans, though he stopped trying to hide them a long time ago, and gripped your waist tight.

"no can do baby, you told me it's my turn today. i'm gonna do what i want and no Aeon will stop me from riding your dick dry!♡"

you moaned shamelessly, feeling the overstimulation too but when you peer down at the charming face beneath you, you feel more energy coursing through your body until everyone in the express heard your coupling.

"b-baby, can we at least take a break then? i, i need to go to the washroom," dan heng pleaded, fondling your sensitive nipples.

"ugh! you-"

as revenge, you clamped down on his raging cock that spurted out some... liquids.

"wait, don't! i might-"

someone whistled behind you, making you accidentally squeeze dan heng and he, in turn, fire his releases. cum and piss.

"ngh! mh- ahh!" you cried out and orgasmed too, shocked by the torrential, hot explosion inside your walls.

"n-nooo! ah, mrgh, agh~" dan heng shot up and put his arms around you so he can have some of his bearings back by biting your neck, not knowing that it'll make your grip tighter and cause his dick to spurt out more cum.

"yooo~ was just passing by when i heard such lovely sounds. room for more?"

"c-caelus! shut the door!" you whipped your head to the guy (after dan heng removed his teeth and was licking his teeth marks) who was now climbing your bed.

"doncha worry, princess. it's already closed. wouldn't want to share this tasty piece before taking a bite first, hm?"

you felt more hands caressing your body, making you shiver and moan alongside dan heng who is still inside you.

"say, if i lift you right now. what will come out first? dan heng's cum or piss?" caelus gripped your waist, putting his palms over dan heng's.

you and dan heng just breathed heavily and waited for the newcomer's next actions.

"let's find out!" without any warning, caelus raised you from dan heng's cock which made him sensitive, thus coming once more. you weren't faring any better, having a mini release when you felt all kinds of liquid come out from your pussy.

"caelus! i was sensitive!" you hit him who is now hugging you and rubbing his clothed dick on your ass.

"aw babe, that hurt! both on my frail body and..." he suddenly leaned close to your ears and whispered, "my miserable dick♡"

you were no stranger to caelus' body, both from him and you saving each other through missions, and in bed where he'll cause you severe body aches the next day after.

("sorry princess, didn't mean to get so rough on you yesterday. you were just so, so cute with that lingerie!♡"

"oh, shut up. get me some breakfast and say to himeko and the others that i feel under the weather."

"since you were under my-"

"caelus i swear to every Aeon out there that i will push you out the express when pom-pom's not watching.")

"princess, do i need to push you down and fuck you on dan heng so you'll just think of us?"

without waiting for your reply, he went with his words and pushed you down on the vulnerable boy.

with the abrupt action, your hole and clit grazed dan heng's wet, and still hard, dick which made the both of you moan and grasp each other.

"the two of you are cute and all, so sensitive, but i'm gonna feel lonely~"

caelus gripped your waist with one hand, and the other pushed two fingers into your asshole.

"you didn't deny me a while ago when i asked you if there's room for more, right? so i'll be taking my fill!"

"ah! caelus, s-slow down! ah, ah!"

the man's fast movements move your body, making you essentially grind on dan heng's dick.

"mgh, mmh, ugh!" dan heng was back to biting his lip to not let caelus hear him. then as for you, you're far too gone so your voice accompanies the sticky, loud sounds coming from caelus' hand and your ass.

"dan heng, sweetie, it's not like i didn't fuck you before. why devoid me of the pleasure in hearing your whimpers?"

your head shot up and looked at the blushing man, "woah, that's true? wait, why did i still ask? my baby is so slutty so it is expected!"

you grinned cheekily when you unexpectedly felt dan heng grip your waist too.

"caelus."

"hm?~"

"drive her to madness with her asshole, then fuck her pussy after next to my dick."

you struggled when you heard dan heng's words but his hands pin you to their heated bodies.

"oh~ such a tempting invitation! of course~"

caelus' fingers suddenly went out your ass, but then you felt a much larger, heavy mass resting on your asscheeks.

"but, why just her pussy? i'm sure you can fit in her ass too, dan heng," caelus slides his dick up and down while smiling down at the presently smirking man.

"oh~" he copied caelus' exclamation, making you shudder when you heard his husky voice, "i think that's a great idea. if my baby says i'm slutty, then she's the same too, right?" he licked your nipple and bit down on it while positioning his dick on your currently, but not for long, close hole.

"it's gonna get crowded in this cute hole!~"

oh shit, no walking for a week then.