#he doesnt want to sniff my hands it breaks his heart :(

[alibonbonn]

Kittens season just started and I've got 2 new foster babies to raise!

Meet the wretched beasts, Dilly and Dally

[cupoftaae]

Hi, Nini!! Can I request a Jimin angst with prompt 13 for the drabble game? (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

13- "you are breaking my heart...and you cant even fucking see it" x Jimin

Hi sweetheart! apologies for the late post but I hope you enjoy it <3

warnings- angst, swearing, mentions of drinking

"dont slam my car door!"

you heard jimin call after you as you ran into the house, him getting out of the car still.

"y/n!" he shouted, putting his phone in his pocket and running in, seeing you taking off your coat. He caught his breath before speaking "whats your issue?"

You scoff, giving him a knowing look before turning and walking past him.

"Hey!" he shouted, urging you to talk, "you screamed the entire car ride home and now your silent?"

You finally turned to look your boyfriend in the eyes, your stomach churning- "what"

He blinks, "what do you mean 'what'"?

"what do you want me to say?"

Jimin almost laughs "I want you to explain why you are fucking freaking out about this, and why the hell we had to leave the party early?"

"jimin..." you try to gather your thoughts, stepping down the stairs to be at his level. "im mad because you told me-you promised me....that the drinking would stop"

He takes a deep breath before speaking "It was only 2 glasses-"

"4...it was 4" you interrupt

"taehyung offered those, and so what?"

"youre an alcoholic jimin! you can risk to have just 4 drinks, because you end up like you did"

"and how is that?"

You scoffed "you were yelling and causing a scene, then you started being aggressive with ME!" you feel your voice shake as it gets louder, your body cant decide whether youre more sad or angry

"oh are you embarrassed? did i embarrass you?"

"yes, you did. You embarrassed yourself as well, and I wish you'd see that." you sigh and run your hand in your hair, "you were sober for 7 months, jimin, you were doing so well....you finished your therapy progr-"

"oh fuck the therapy program, fuck them and fuck this too" he threw his hands up and tossed his coat to the floor.

"jimin" you warn sternly

"you know...the thing with you is that you cant stand when things arent up to perfection, it fucking irks the shit out of you, doesnt it?"

You remained silent, watching your boyfriend pace the living room.

"like...you bragged about my sobriety like it was something you did, I did it myself. You didnt care when I was drunk and alone in the studio every night"

"jimin thats not true"

"yes it is! dont tell me its not!" he scoffed, looking at you "and then, I decide to have a few drinks at a party when I havent seen my friends in so long, and when I feel like im having a good time, you whisk me away so you arent embarrassed of me anymore"

"jimin I care about you, I fucking care so much and I want you to be healthy!!"

"oh shut up, stop with the bullshit y/n, You only fucking care about yourself, you are a selfish bitch"

You feel yourself tear up at his words, trying to remind yourself that he isnt sober, and this exact behavior is the reason he landed into rehab in the first place.

"are you crying?" he looked at you with a glare, his fists balled up into his own shirt.

You sniff and wipe your tears, "yes?" you bite

"why" he questions, as if he hasnt been involved in the situation

you widen your eyes and look at him, shrugging helplessly, "Because you are breaking my heart.....and you cant even fucking see it!!"

His gaze softens, but he is past forgiveness tonight.

Its silent for a few moments as you quietly sob into your hands, he decides to try to hold you, but you jump away as if you got burned.

"n-no....dont touch me...ever" you spoke through gritted teeth...his words stung deep.

He sadly looked back at you as you spoke, "you arent sleeping in our room, you can sleep on the sofa- or the street for all i care" you wiped your tear

"y/n...im-"

"dont say youre sorry....you dont say that shit unless you mean it, and im starting to think those words were real"

"No!!"

"save it, im going to bed" you turn, walking up the stairs and slamming the door shut, leaving jimin alone downstairs as he watched you go.

[t0shii]

what do they do if they get jealous? you can use whichever character you want! i just want to see what you could come up with, ur one of my fav writers on here :)

% hq boys when jealous

.! timeskip! suna, akaashi, atsumu (sep) x gn!r

.! angst + fluff/ not proofread

.! ty for the request! hope these characters were okay :))

suna

— silent treatment

— doesnt get jealous easy

— but when he does he gets a little mean

— doesnt do it on purpose though

"rintaro?" your call is met with silence as you step into your shared bedroom where he lays on your bed. "rintaro, why are you ignoring me?" you stand infront of him, frown evident on your face. he doesn't look up from his phone, "i dunno why were you letting osamu flirt with you at the team reunion dinner?" he mocks your tone and chuckles followed by a roll to his eyes. "what are you are you talking about?" his smug smile fades and he looks up at you, glaring. "y/n i dont wanna get into this right now-" "no rin, youre gonna tell me what i did wrong so i can fix it." he rolls his eyes again at your comment "you let him flirt with you at the dinner!" he yells standing up, hovering over you breathing heavy.

you shrink back and he immediately realizes he's fucked up when he sees tears threaten to fall from your eyes. "oh fuck, baby, no no" he takes a step forward and pulls you against his chest, "i didn't mean to raise my voice, baby i'm sorry." he shushes your cries and rubs your back, apologizing profusely. "i didn't even do anything wrong, rin." you hiccup "of course i know that, i was just- i just wasn't thinking. i don't know- fuck baby I'm so sorry." he lifts your head up and cups your face with his hands, "i didn't mean it okay? i know it's know your fault i was just frustrated at samu. i shouldn't have yelled at you like that that. fuck baby, i'm sorry." he looks to be on the brink of tears himself. you nod and sniff a few more times, "'s okay" you mumble, pressing your forehead against his, he lets out a sigh of relief before pressing a kiss to your lips. "next time just tell if something bothering you, okay? this could have been avoided." he nods "im sorry"

akaashi

— doesnt usually get jealous

— tries his best to stay trusting in you

— but sometimes he cant help but let his thoughts race

— asks u abt it but is rlly scared

"hey baby?" your name could be heard from the kitchen, "what's up?" you pad your way to man calling for you, face softening when you see the sad look on his face. "uhm... i just..." he stutters, unable to find the words to say "keiji, is something wrong, baby?" you walk closer to him, resting your hands on his waist, he just looks at you awkwardly, "you can tell me." you urge him to speak. he lets out a deep sigh, "uhm well... you don't want to break up right?" your heart breaks at his question, "of course not. keiji, why would you think that?" he looks down, ashamed "i just- i noticed you and konoha were being a little touchy earlier at the team reunion and i just wanted to be sure." he mumbles, barely audible. you hook your fingers under his chin forcing him to look at you, "keiji, i'm so sorry i made you think that way, i didn't even realize. i love you and i'm not planning on leaving you so don't overthink it okay? i'm sorry." you kiss his lips and he sighs in relief, hugging you tight, "i'm sorry for not trusting you i just had to be sure." he says, words muffled by your hair. "no baby, i understand. i'm sorry my actions caused you to feel that way, if won't happen again okay? i promise."

atsumu

— omg he gets so pouty

— sulks until you give him affection

— i feel like he doesnt rlly get jealous jealous

— just sad u gave someone else the slightest bit of attention

"tsum, is something wrong?" you ask, noticing the frown on his face, "no baby, i guess not." he shrugs his shoulders dramatically and lays on top of you. five dramatic huffs from him later you cant take it anymore, "can i help you? why are you huffing so much tsum?" he again shrugs his shoulders "nothin' 's just that you were givin' kita too much attention earlier." he pouts, wrapping his arms tightly around your torso. you fight back a smile at his dramatic behavior, "tsum we were literally talking about rice." you giggle "so you're giggling at my despair?" "no no, im sorry. what can i do to make it up to you, baby?" he thinks for a moment, "play with my hair please." "figured." you mumble, raking your fingers through his hair, he groans when you scratch and massage his scalp. "you're so weird." you whisper, causing him to whip his head to face towards you, "thats not something you say to a who whose heart you broke." he grumbles. "ohhh poor baby im so so so so so sorry. let me give you kisses to make up for it?" of course, he doesn't refuse.

[devikyuu]

What is Meant to Be and What is Not

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x GN!Reader Tags: Angst, Break Up, Drabble Summary: You always knew he was meant for great things. Word Count: 589

"I think we should break up, Tooru."

Eveything stills and suddenly, the sunset that you're both looking at doesnt seem as bright or as beautiful.

Oikawa looks at you so quickly and all he hears is thr punding of his heart. All he feels is the fear and confusion in his mind.

"What do you mean, (Y/n)-chan?" He chuckles to try and ease the tension but it does nothing. "You shouldn't joke about these things, you know?"

You sigh a little and force yourself to face him. You force yourself to see the confusion and the fear in his eyes, the small trembles of his hands as he tries to calm himself.

"I'm not meant to be with you, Tooru. I think we both know that." You slowly stand up and this makes him stand as well, but quicker. "You're off to Argentina. I know we both can't handle the distance."

"That doesn't make sense, (Y/n). You're meant to be with me."

"No, 'Kawa. I'm meant to stay here." You caress his face but his sour expression remains. "Everyone knows you were always meant for something bigger. You have such big dreams and aspirations. You're chasing something that's bigger than us."

Oikawa's tears start to fall and he backs away from you, and you let him. His face turns into one of anger and he starts to shout at you. Still, you let him.

"You're throwing us away because of my dreams? You're throwing everything away because of the distance? We haven't even tried it, yet! Why are you ending everything before we get to try it?!"

The longer his anger stays, the more he gets desperate. You want to close the distance, but it's better this way.

"Tooru." You try to steady your voice. You look at his tear filled eyes as you hold back your own set of tears. "I'm meant to stay here. We're both clingy people. The distance would be too much for me and for you."

Oikawa's face finally turns into one of realization and grief. He understood your reasons. He understood the gravity of the situation. And he understood that you both loved at the wrong time.

He looks at you, so strong and reliable. It's clear you're holding back your own tears. It's a contrast to his. His face is already wet from the angry crying and yet here you were. Probably more heartbroken than he was and you haven't shed a single tear.

He sniffs and nods once.

"Can you at least come into my arms, once more?" He asks. He's hopeful. He wants to hold you. But...

"We both know my resolve will break if I go back, Oikawa."

Oikawa. 

You've already started distancing yourself, it seems. When did that happen? 

He nods sadly and takes a deep breath. More tears fall and he berates himself for being so weak.

He doesn't know what to say anymore. He wants to talk to you, stall for time, but he can't seem to open his mouth and say something.

"I'm sorry things turned out this way, Oikawa." You seem to always know what to say at the right time. He remembers how he teased you about it, once. "But maybe in the future, or in the next life, we'll meet again."

Oikawa is still at a loss of words. Even when you start walking away from him.

"Goodbye, Oikawa. I believe you'll achieve your dreams."

And yet, Oikawa doesn't want to achieve them when you aren't part of it.

[vslattae]

ALL I COULD EVER WANT

ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴄ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴋᴘᴏᴘ ɪᴅᴏʟ...ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ɢʀᴏᴜᴘᴍᴀᴛᴇs ᴘᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ..

ᴀʟʟ ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴠsʟᴀᴛᴛᴀᴇ

Paring: Taehyung x Reader

Warnings: ( fluff omg...) taehyung being a softie again, the first L words, jk threatening tae (it’s a joke), taehyung introducing you to tanie :), shower stuff :p, oral (male receiving), light fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it plz),soft thrusts, and a lot of kissing :D

chapter 11. all i could ever want.

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Getting up earlier was a pain in your ass especially because minnie hated waking up. She was spoiled rotten, hated walking unless you gave her a treat, but overall she was a sweetheart being friendly with everyone.

Jumping into the shower at 7:45 AM, washing your hair and doing your routine. Getting dressed in a big white long sleeve shirt detailed with roses and flowers, paired with a pair of shorts and checkered vans and nike socks seeing as you and date weren’t the formal date attire kind of people. Minnie on the other hand her ears peppered in tiny red bows and the flower collar and leash your mom bought her.

About 10 minutes later Taehyung gives you the heads up he’s outside waiting for you to come out. bending down to talk to minnie she watches you with playful eyes and a wagging tail.

“okay minnie there’s a man outside, his name is taehyung he has a doggie too..his name is yeontan okay? I can trust you’ll be on your best behavior” you smile as she somewhat understands ushering you to the door while her tail wags furiously.

Stepping out of the apartment doors for your skin to meet the warm rays of the sun, taehyung is standing there bag in one hand and a tiny brown fluffy dog. His smile brightens as he watches you and minnie walk together her face smiling as she approaches yeontan with a sniff.

“Hi baby and hi minnie” he pecks you on the cheek while he bends down to softly pet minnie.

“Hi tae...and hi yeontan...oh my goodness your so cute just like your dad” you giggle taking taes arms to loop around yours as the four of you walk together...like a real family.

He tells you jokes and compliments you seeing as you both dressed almost the same, smiling the whole way as you walk through the park sprung up with patches of flowers.

“so mister pretty, what are we doing today?” you look up at him with a smile on your face admiring the soft curls that adored his face much like the color of tanie.

Pulling you closer to him he replied “ we’re having a picnic silly just like our first date.” you giggle watching your dogs walk side by side.

Taehyung was a little picky about picking the spot to roll the blanket out making sure there weren’t a lot of bugs and not a lot of sunshine...it had to be perfect. Once the magical spot was found watching kids play at the playground and you two munching on whatever taehyung brought.

“You should have told me to bring something baby..” you pouted minnie automatically whining at the face taehyung pulled on your face.

He chuckles “i’m sorry minnie...your moms a big baby” he pulls you in for a soft kiss, yeontans paws at minnies face when she lies down to enjoy the sunlight soaking it through her smooth curls, as she lays in your lap.

“Awe i’m sorry Tantan...she gets sleepy so easily just like me .” he whined crawling over to your side only inches away from your baby leaning against taes shoulder as he enjoys the day with you.

“this so far my favorite date...and i like tantan stole my heart” you push the small curls out of his face to gaze at his chocolate colored eyes.

Out of nowhere you hear you name being called by a squeak of a little kid no doubt. Looking up searching for the child that screamed your name it was none other than Felixs little niece Yoosung.

“shit..” you whisper tae automatically noticing the man that followed the child running up to you.

“i’ll play nice but he needs to go sooner than later.” he whispers kissing your cheek laying down to bask in the sunlight.

“ unnie y/n!” yoosung calls out.

“hi pretty look at you! you’ve gotten so big oh my” you giggle as she pets your head.

“i missed you..h-how come yo-you never co-come around anymore unnie?” she looks at you with sad eyes and it breaks your heart looking at the man behind her.

“things happened yoosungie...i missed you too i have but...unnie had to leave..” you smile at the child.

“hi y/n” felix looks at you when his heart drops..he knows he couldn’t tell her that her uncle cheated and that’s why y/n isn’t here anymore.

“who’s that unnie?” she points to taehyung with a giggle.

“oh this is my big baby taehyungie...” he smiles watching felix with perfected movements.

“is he your boyfriend too?” she rubs her hands over your leg staring at taehyung with a confused smile on why he kisses you like lix.

“Yoosungie...me and felix aren’t together anymore...he did something and that hurt me very bad...” she looks at you with shocked eyes as she slaps felixs leg.

“what did you do uncle lix?” she stares at him with a pout.

“we just grew apart” he lied promising himself he could never let her know the truth and everytime his eyes glanced at you it broke his heart.

“okay..i’m going to play on the swings unnie..i missed you and he better take c-care of you t-too” she points at tae with a sparkle in her eye.

Watching her run to the swings across the field..watching as felix turns away chasing after her doesnt really hurt you..your happy he’s gone and don’t have any nightmares about it since you hung out with taehyung.

Sitting there for a little while longer the time now 10:45 AM you pack it up taehyung inviting you over to hang out with the boys for a while. Nodding of course, you loved seeing those boys despite seeing them not even 72 hours ago. Walking hand in hand you had no worry in the world watching taehyung smile as the both of you and your babies prancing around back to his house.

Opening the door yoongi automatically knowing it was you he ran to the door picking up minnie and cradling her in his arms. She loved yoongi more than jungkook who ruffled her fur the way she didn’t like it. She was a picky dog, choosing her favorites out of the people that she met.

“y/ns here!” taehyung calls out as yoongi runs off with your dog into the living room where everyone is watching a movie. Haru of course hung around jin smiling as she sees you walk hand in hand with taehyung and a trailing yeontan right behind you two.

“y/n your doggg..is that minnie?” jimin walks downstairs as you nodded.

“oh my godddd she’s so cute” he shirked automatically minnie is yelling at the noise staying perched in yoongi lap.

That’s when you hear a weird noise stunting the house. “ what is that?” you question

leaving haru and the rest chuckling, Namjoon passed out next to j-hope in the other room.

“your brother brought a friend..” jin rolls his eyes.

Yeontan disappeared into the other room to perch on Jhopes face.

Time flies by as the movie marathon runs around. Looking at your phone it reads 8:30 PM knowing you weren’t gonna to go home and minnie successfully pasted out on yoongi a chest as he watches the tv with jimin.

“Can i shower in your bathroom?” you turn to whisper at tae and which he nods following you upstairs.

He pulls out a towel and a pair of his shorts and a shirt. Luckily he accidentally got a pair of your underwear in his laundry that was mixed in before you left the vacation 2 days ago.

The water that pours over your skin is cool..pawing your hands through your hair with taehyungs shampoo. Suddenly you feel the burst of cool air along the smooth hands of your boyfriend who got tired of waiting for you outside, watching your shadow of your perfect petite body through the blue shower curtain.

“hi” you giggle watching the water pour through his hair.

“hi pretty” he pecks your lips in a non seductive way until your arms twist around his neck as the water continues to pour in between you.

“he’s back again” he whines trailing his eyes down your body watching the suds pour over your breasts down to your core. the sight sends the image straight to his dick.

“see now your needy” you giggle carefully running your fingertips down his body to wrap your hand around the hardened length.

Groaning at the sight of you slowly making your way to your knees kissing the tip of his length watching him writher above you. As much as he loved the sight of you when he’s in between you legs he loved this view much more.

The way your lips fit perfectly nipping and licking all the right parts it’s like you know his dick like the back of your hand. His hand trailed over your wet hair letting your throat fuck his length, eyes rolling back everytime it hits the back of your throat sending a groan of your name that falls out of his pretty lips.

“so good...look so pretty like this angel” he coos making you whimper sending the little eclectic shocks straight through his body.

“oh fuck just like that” leaning towards the wall as your tongue swirls, you can feel his length pulsating in your mouth popping off the tip you giggle and look up at him.

“come tae wanna taste you..i bet you taste soo good for your princess..then you can do whatever you like to me” you whine back as he pulls your mouth back on with a couple of strokes your mouth painted white with a sweet taste and a bit of bitterness you happy look at him watching him as he watches you swallow his seed.

Automatically pulling you up his hands pools the valley of your breasts nipping at the buds watching them harden as your hands tug at the roots of his hair whining at the feeling. his hands travel down as his mouth switches to the neglected nub sliding his finger over your arousal.

“Taehyung” you whine as two fingers slip inside your warm walls welcoming him in everytime.

“now who’s needed” he pulls his face away from your chest to kiss you passionately tongue slipping in your mouth as his hand movements speed up. Your walls tighten causing you to cry out, quickly his mouth moves down your neck replacing the old fading away purple marks with fresh new ones.

Taehyung was always fond of marking his territory but when it came to you and after seeing your stupid ex he wanted to mark every inch to exert felix away.

“oh my fuck” you pull at his hair as you whine a little too loud echoing off the walls of the small shower space, pulling his fingers out to admire the wet sticky mess you laid out on his fingers pooling them into your mouth before sucking on your tongue.

God..you two love the taste of yourselves together..

pulling yourself out of the silence you look at him “taehyung i want you here rn”

“ always for you baby” he pushes your body against the wall teasing the bundle of nerves with the tip of his length before slowly inserting himself in you. pulling your leg into his arm as his thrusts go harder every time, praising you for being such a good girlfriend to him or for the sinful sighs that pour off the tip of your tongue everytime he hits the right spot.

Watching your eyes roll back tipping your head into his chest digging your fingers into his shoulder blade makes him weak at the knees witnessing you losing yourself.

“fuck tae...right there don’t stop” you cry out as the tip nudges your sweet spot. you manage to pull your mouth to his as you cry out your first orgasm since the vacation.

“so fucking pretty fucking hell” he grunts out trying to push the second orgasm out of you..legs shaking as the thrust go slower every other push then speeding up again. “you...fuck..you fuck me so good tae...so fucking good.” he moans hearing the dirty things that come out of your mouth only pushing him to shove himself deeper.

the harder he thrusts the more you feel like putty in his hands watching him focus on pounding you harder waiting for the tightening of your walls to hit..and just as he determines your mouth kissing his pulse whining pleading him to go deeper before you melt.

“close...i’m close tae” you squeak watching his eyebrows furrow as the sound of skin fills both of your ears.

“hold on to it baby..wanna come together” he grunts laying his head on your chest to suck more purple marks over the right side of your breast.

“fill me up tae...your lucky i started back on birth control a while ago” you chuckle out only to head back biting your lip feeling your muscles tense together.

“ i could have came in you...but you wanted to taste me you needy girl hm..? you like the way i tastes..” he watches you closing your eyes head against the wall mouth open whimpering his name

“love it tae..” you manage to breathe out before he growls at you to come.

“fuck i love you y/n-” he groans feeling the wetness pool around his length only a few thrusts before he releases his seed inside you filling you up.

Foreheads pressed together you smile..

“you love me?” you giggle out sleepily washing away the mess in between your legs.

“yes..i have for a long time you just didn’t notice” he chuckles washing you again before pulling you out and drying you off together.

“hmmm..i love you too tae..i wish i noticed earlier” you mumble out throwing clothes on.

Once you guys are both dressed you head back downstairs sitting on the couch surrounded by your friends and wrapped around taehyung, minnie still seated in yoongi lap while jimin had a hold of yeontan.

“i love you my beautiful angel” he whispers in the middle of the movie

“i love you too tae” he kissed you softly before your body is warmed with love and warmth glancing at taehyung before you closed your eyes.

This was the moment taehyung and you realized..you never wanted this moment to end..and for a fact..he whispered into your ear.

“your all i could ever want” and he couldn’t wait to tell you the next morning and every day that continued.

“your all i ever wanted to taehyung..” you whispered back before walking to dreamland.

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A/n: PHEW. i did it! i never wanted to end this story but i’m happy with the way this series ended! I’ll put a lot more bonuses and such so please request whatever you’d like! I’m probably gonna make a second part to this whole series! Thank you so much for the reads and i pray for my writing to get better bahaha. as of right now..this probably isn’t the finally piece but eh :) I love you all <3

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@hantaev @strawverryxmilktae @serendipitysev

[scottfuckingreed]

So wrong, It’s right - Montgomery De La Cruz

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NOT REQUESTED

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Warnings!: smutty and cute (exactly how I imagine Monty actually)

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Can you admire something you’re a little afraid of? Is that possible or does that just contradict the entire point? Being the twin sister of Scott Reed means you’re in the jock group a lot. I’m around people like Bryce Walker and Montgomery De La Cruz all the time. I’m afraid of the power boys - men - like that have. And yet, I’m totally struck by them. Doodling around my notepad, I fade back into the classroom scene. Mrs Bradley goes on about how we need to be there for each other, and how to tell if our ‘friends’ are actually not okay even if they say they are. It’s pointless really, because it’s clear no one cares. It’s unfortunate. “Are you taking notes?” A whisper falls into my ear. I turn around to see an ‘innocent’ smile form on Monty’s face. “Why would I be taking notes?” I whisper back with a slight laugh. I’m not sure if some of these boys think playing dumb is cute, or they’re actually just stupid; probably both. “You just look like you’re taking notes,” he shrugs defensively and turns back to his area. I continue squiggling on my page until I feel a breath on my neck. My hairs stand instantly in an unknown way, sending shivers down my spine and a strange feeling in my stomach. “So what are you doing?” He whispers again. Rolling my eyes, I turn to him once again. “I’m decorating my page.” “You’re decorating your- what? Thats fucking stupid.” Sometimes I don’t get Monty’s responses. I know Monty is like that all the time. Rude? But why? The other’s are like it too. I just don’t know who’s genuinely a prick most of the time.

I wander over to Zach, who’s sat with Alex and he’s sat with Clay and those people. I don’t actually have a massive problem with Clay. I think he’s sweet. “Hey!” I smile when I get there. The response from Clay is a slight frown. Jess’ is a VERY small smile. Barely noticeable. “What do you want?” Clay mutters just loud enough for me to hear. “Clay-“ Jess laughs awkwardly. All I can do is smile. I get it. “Okay, I deserve that I guess.” I may have been involved in some ‘teasing’ back in the day when it comes to Clay. But that’s in the past. “I was just seeing if you were coming, Zach?” I shuffle my books that lay in my arms. “Nah I don’t think so, but you can join us if you want,” I love Zach. He’s a bit of an idiot a lot of the time, but his heart’s in the right place. Clay snaps his head very quickly at those words. “I don’t think I’m wanted here, but thanks anyway. I’ll see you guys around.” Walking away, I see Monty waiting for me. “Zachy staying with the pussies?” I roll my eyes and hit him on the arm. “Shut up, that’s not cute.” He chuckles and we walk to lunch.

We meet up with Scott, Charlie, Bryce and Marcus. “Where’s Zach?” Is the first thing Bryce, or anyone, says as we approach. “He’s with Clay and the other dipshits,” Monty laughs and sounds all cool and stuff. All I can do is roll my eyes. What do guys like Monty get from being nasty a lot of the time? “I think Y/N’s been flirting with me,” he adds, throwing his arm around my shoulder and pulling me in close. I imagine he thinks I like being this close to him. I grab his finger and drop his arm away. “Your ego is fucking massive,” I grunt with a smile. I take my water bottle out of my bag. “Almost as big as my dick,” I almost spit my water back out. Bad timing to take a drink. I get a poke on my shoulder, and that’s what does it for Scott. “Please don’t flirt with my sister in front of me!” He pushes Monty playfully on the shoulders. When I see Monty’s eyebrows raise, I know there’s something going on in his head. And his brain like never works. “Oh okay, I’ll just flirt with her when you’re not around then!” And a play fight erupts between all of them. “Alright kids!” Bryce pushes his foot against Monty, which makes both boys tumble to the ground. I swear the boys at the school are children.

Most of the guy’s had last period free - so they’d already gone home - leaving me to get home on my own. I finally leave the hell hole and bump into Monty. “Montgomery!” I smile, nudging my elbow into him. “Y/N, what do you want?” He chuckles. It sounds awkward or nervous, but that’s not Monty. Like, at all. “I was thinking... you could give me a lift home?” I smile innocently. He begins to walk, which his steps are bigger than mine, so I slightly jog to catch up. “Why would I do that?” His eyes scan me up and down. “Because you love me?” I stick my bottom lip out. The smile on his face only grows. He pretty much shakes his head until we reach his beautiful Jeep. I’m actually in love with his car. He doesnt reply. Instead he just stared at me with that grin. “Because I’m really fun to be around?” I ask again. Same response; he shakes his head. “Because I’m annoying and it’ll shut me up?” He raises his eyebrows. “Okay,” he says simply. All I can do is smile when I get into his car. “You’re so chirpy,” he laughs and starts the engine. “I know you love me,” once again, he shakes his head. “You wish.”

“Do you like what you see?” He smirks at me. I roll my eyes in a rush. “I’m not even looking at you,” I smile and turn my head out the window. I’ve actually watched every tap his fingers did against the steering wheel. I’d seen him nod along to whatever shit was on the radio. Not staring, but in the corner of my eye. Which I think is possibly worse. “I know you are, but it’s okay,” my eyes look back towards him. “I’m gonna have to tell Scotty that his little sister’s checking his best friend out,” I shake my head with a laugh. “We’re literally twins,” is all I can argue.

Monty turns in to the driveway to my house. “Thanks for that, Cruz-y,” he smiles very slightly at my words. Like, VERY slightly. “I guess it’s okay, but you definitely owe me,” I smile back at him and nod. “Of course, you can’t do anything to just ‘be nice’ can you?” I joke, chuckling as I open the door and hop out of his car. “Wait, Y/N,” he shouts out the open window. I watch as the boy gets out his car with something in his hand. “You almost left your phone,” he drops it in my hand. I tap it on his shoulder, and I automatically feel guilty for some reason. I haven’t done anything wrong, or anything I wouldn’t usually do. But I feel guilty. “Did you just, do something nice? For me?!” I drop my jaw with a gleaming smile. “I’m just a nice person,” he shrugs. “Well, I appreciate it,” I feel like I stand waiting for something that’s never gonna happen. I gazed towards the boy for what seems like ages. There was nothing to wait for. It was just awkward blank air. To break the silence, I turn and walk into my house. I’m not sure what else I was meant to do. I run up the stairs, excited to be home, and get out of my ‘nice’ clothes. Sweats and a bralette. It’s time to relax.

I set myself up. Pencils, my sketch pad, and myself laid on my stomach on my bed. Music on. Sometimes I draw from a picture, sometimes from my head, but most of the time it’s just doodles. Today it’s from my head. Just head with eyes and a face and everything. And time flies when you’re invested in something. “Wow,” is all I hear. I jump too much, shooting my head upwards and seeing Montgomery looking over at my book. “Holy shit!” My hand immediately goes over my pounding chest. That was not okay! “You could’ve knocked!” I shout, sitting myself up. “I did, you were just concentrating,” he shrugs and starts looking around my room. He picks up an ornament. I stand up, walking over to him and taking it off of him. It’s only when I get up that I remember what I’m wearing. I feel exposed. His eyes look my body up and down. And suddenly he’s in a rush. “Anyway, I just came to scare you,” and he leaves. Strange.

- A few days later -

A tight black dress. It fits like a glove around my hips, hugging my thighs nicely. This is an outfit that makes me feel like a bad bitch. “I know you’ve worn that dress just to piss me off,” Scott shakes his head as we drive to Bryce’s. Another stupid house party. Although I hate them, I find myself going to every one; enjoying myself too. “I don’t do it to piss you off Scott,” I laugh. He raises his eyebrows immediately. “I know exactly who you dress like that for,” which makes me heat up. Luckily my foundation hides the redness in my cheeks. I don’t even glance his way. I can’t. “Why is everything always about Monty?” It stresses me out that everything is about that boy. “Can’t I just dress up for myself?” I add, rather snappily. Here we are. Bryce pretty much has a car park in front of his fucking house. He might as well have ‘I’m a rich prick’ tattooed on his forehead. “You can, Y/N,” and he gets out the car. You can hear everything from inside the car, let alone walking towards the party itself. Pretty sure I felt the vibrations from the street over. “But did I mention Monty?” Our eyes lock. I swear he said his name? Shit.

Shit music, a load of half naked girls, and too many Varsity jackets? We must be at a Bryce Walker party. I don’t know half of these people here. But I do know Zach! I can’t rush over to him at the drinks table fast enough. “Hey!” I smile. “Y/N, dragged along again?” He asked, handing me a cup. The burning stench of whatever-the-fuck shoots through my nose with just one small sniff. “Jesus Christ, what’s in this?” An adorable smile spreads across his face. He’s so pure I swear. “It’s actually a shorter list if you ask what’s not in it,” he shrugs. I raise my eyebrows, wondering if the boy is smart enough to flirt with me. I leave it at silence, bringing the cup up to my lips. “Everything,” I look back his way. He leans himself down and gets close to my ear. The warmth of his breath does nothing to my body. “I put everything in it. Enjoy!” Is what he finishes with before walking away dancing.

I find myself dancing with everybody and nobody. The fun thing about a party is you don’t need to know anybody. Especially if there’s a lot of people, and you’re drunk. And since there’s everything in my cup, it’s safe to say that I’m a little gone after half of it. “Ah!” I shout and point, seeing a familiar boy across the room. “Where have you been?!” I shout ask. I think I ran over to him. Whatever I did, it happened very quickly. “Around,” he shrugs. And I giggle. What was funny, you ask? Absolutely nothing. But I’m tipsy and a little horny. “Are you drunk?” He laughs, taking my cup and sniffing it. His eyebrows raise, before he even takes a sip, let alone after. “It’s a Zachy special-” “Where’s your brother?” I hardly finish my sentence before he starts shouting his words over the loud music. “I don’t know,” my slightly drunken state is offended by his question. Maybe I’m just annoyed at myself, maybe it’s the fact that everything is about my brother, but it’s more than likely the fact that I wanna be flirted with. And he’s definitely not flirting with me. Rolling my eyes, I just turn and walk as far away as I can before stumbling and embarrassing myself completely. Completely into the arms of Montgomery De La Cruz. “Careful,” the slight giggle shocks me. It was..? Cute..? “Maybe you should sit down for a while,” I realise that I’m still in his arms, which is definitely the last place I should be, so I stand up ‘straight’. As straight and as still as I can be anyway. “It’s okay, I wanna dance!” Smiling massively towards him, I’m shocked when he actually reciprocates the happy look. He never smiles back at me. It must be pity. “You can dance sat down, I’ll come with you.”

I didn’t think I’d be spending a part of my night looking at the stars with Monty, but here we are. Well I’m sat on a sun bed, and he’s stood. The fresh air does a mix of sending the alcohol to my head, and sobering me up a little. Which makes no sense; I know. I’m just drunk. “Fuck, did I drop my drink?” Confusion hits me like a brick. So much so that I start patting my hips at the pockets I don’t have. Which also makes no fucking sense. “I took it off you- why would the cup be in your pocket?” He laughs, taking a seat on the concrete next to my lounger. “That’s cute,” as soon as the words fall out, my hand covers my mouth. “Shit, I won’t hear the end of that. Will I?” His lips press together, shaking his head slowly. “At least you’be admitted you find me cute,” I don’t even have the effort to argue. So I lay myself down.

Before I open my eyes, my head starts pounding. Unfortunately I remember quite a bit, if not all of last night. It’s effort to wake up. So I lay on my back. In a 3, 2, 1, I open my eyes to a ceiling. I might still be drunk, or my eyes aren’t working properly, but that ceiling doesn’t look like mine. “You’re awake!” A voice startles me. There stand Montgomery De La Cruz with water and a pill of some kind. “Fuck, this doesn’t look-” “I slept on the sofa,” and my heart, unfortunately, skips a beat. I lay a glance over to the chair. It’s small. “It’s comfier than it looks,” he shrugs, edging the items towards me. I don’t even know what to say. It’s... sweet? “This could literally be anything,” I squint my eyes at the drug with as much enthusiasm as I can in this state. “Don’t you trust me?” I press my lips together and screw my face up. “I do, unfortunately,” I shrug, and take the painkiller. “Good, lets get some food,” he nods his head towards the door. In my state? No. But I couldn’t turn down his offer.

“I’m curious Monty,” we walk where we can see the beach. Not on the sand, but the path very close. I’m not sure if he’s following me, or I’m following him. “Go on,” he smile, putting a chip in his mouth. Seaside chips are the best. To be honest, everything tastes better at the beach. “How did I end up in your bed?” I smile at my question. My cheeks blush slightly at the question. I must be broken. “Well you just passed out really, so I thought it was the right thing to do,” he shrugs in a very cute way? “Where’d Scott go?” As flattered as I am, Scott should’ve been there. I’m his twin sister. “He got with some slut-” I raise my eyebrows. “Sorry, he got with a blonde girl in a red skirt.” He shivers. A chuckle exits my mouth. “What’s that about?” A smile goes across his face, looking down. I’ve noticed every move he’s made since this ‘morning’. “Red’s such a slutty colour,” he says slowly. Is he weary of my reaction? “Tell me about it!” Only a moment of silence goes by. “Well, thank you,” His eyes lock with mine. “I respect that you didn’t try it on with me, because I definitely would’ve just let it happen,” without debate. Without thinking, he speaks. “I wouldn’t want it to happen like that,” my heart skips a beat. I see the instant regret in his face, but I can’t help but feel warmed by those words. Even so, he doesn’t correct himself.

I spend the rest of my day pacing my bedroom floor. Seeing as I woke up like midday, it’s not actually too long. It felt like it. An hour felt like 3. A knock goes on my door. Although I’m not doing anything, I felt suspicious. So I rush onto my bed and start reading a page of the book closest to me. ‘Twilight’. A classic. “Come in!” I shout. I expected it to be my mum, but it’s Scott. Guilt. Why? I don’t know. I didn’t do anything wrong. Even so, there’s still a feeling of guilt in my body. And it’s heavy. “You never knock,” I laugh nervously. “I wanted to apologise for leaving you at the party. That was a shitty brother move,” he shrugs. As much as I appreciate it, it feels weird. Does he know? I let a moment of silence go by before answering. “It’s fine, at least nothing happened,” looking back at my home screen, I hope that Scott leaves. Of course he doesn’t. He hasn’t asked the vital question. “So... where’d you crash?” Now... I could lie. I feel like I could lie easily too. Only if it’s not a trick question. What if Monty’s already told Scott? Then it’ll look like I’m covering something up. Am I? Nah. “Monty took me to his, but I swear nothing happened,” I almost rush out. Scott’s facial expression doesn’t really change, other than look slightly relieved. “Don’t worry, I trust you,” there’s a pause. “So did you, like, share a bed?” Which makes me smile massively. Only my brother would ask such an awkward question. “He actually gave me his bed, and I think he slept on a chair.” Scott looks surprised. “That chair in his bedroom?” He asks. I nod slowly. “Hmm,” and he leaves.

I spend the rest of my day rewatching Teen Wolf. Let’s not lie, it’s one of the best shows out there! So here I am, crying at how beautiful Stiles is, and my phone starts to ring. Heart: drops. It’s only Monty. For some reason I’m nervous to talk to him. So I hesitate answering the phone. Just do it Y/N! “Hey,” I clear my throat lightly. For context, Monty never calls me. Why would he? We’ve texted on and off about stupid shit. Like ‘is Scott with you’ and ‘can I copy your work’. That’s it. “Y/N, how are you?” His voice echos softly through my ear. “I’m alright, what’s up?” My hair twiddles around my forefinger. “What are you doing right now?” Other than crying at a stupid Netflix show? Other than getting nervous about you calling me? “Nothing, I think Scott’s-” “I didn’t call you to ask where Scott is,” he chuckles *cutely*. His tone made it sound like that was a strange thing to say. Like I said, he’s never really called me before. Not to actually speak to me. “So, what’s up?” I ask again. My body doesn’t seem to know what to do. I go from sitting down, to laying on my back, to my front, to pacing the floor. All over the place. “I was- uh- wondering if you could sneak out?” He whispers mischievously. Eyebrows: raised. I gasp through the phone with a smile. Tutting at him, I lose the capability to speak for a second. I clear my throat again. “Monty-” “Just for a walk.”

Walking to meet Monty was insane. I don’t even know my intentions, let alone his. But somehow it makes sense. The sky is dark, the air blows cold. My joggers keep my legs cosy. My arms, however, were unprepared. I’m not cold though. I’m nervous. The uncertainty of this whole thing is driving me insane. The craziness is eating at me. And yet I don’t know if I wanna face Monty. But I am. He’s ahead of me. My stomach just can’t keep still. Even with him standing right in front of me. Whatever happens, will happen. “I thought you were gonna stand me up, Y/N,” his smile screams nerves, which made me more nervous. A guy like Monty should never be nervous. “I was hesitant to come,” he nods slowly. “But I’m here.”

The chat was just about stupid shit, funny times, and thick with ‘beating around the bush’. I should be paying attention to where we were going. The absolutely insane thing is I trust Monty. I probably always have done. Through the teasing, and the being Scott’s twin sister, I’ve always felt somewhat comfortable. He’d even given me just hoodie to wear. I’m not sure if it’s something to read into, or it’s simply a kind gesture. “Monty... why did we just walk around for like 30 minutes just to get back to my house?” I can’t hold it back anymore. I need to know why I’m here. “Why am I walking the streets with you half 10 at night?” He avoids my eye contact. I realise that he doesn’t plan on answering me right now. I stop in my place, grabbing his hand. His skin soft and warm. I wish he wasn’t so damn hard to read. “Maybe I just wanted to hang out with you?” Shaking my head, I smile at the ground before locking eyes with him again. This time his eyes stay on mine. Neither of us move. “I’m confused,” a smile spreads across his face. “I’ve been confused for a while,” my eyebrows lift in curiosity. A while? Is he confused about the same shit I am? “Explain it to me.” And he just starts walking away from me.

“Monty!” I slightly jog up to him. It’s wrong of me, but I just wanted everything out on the line. I wanted it written in black and white. “It’s hard to explain the fact that I’m pretty much in love with my best friend’s sister,” my heart drops, yet it’s full at the same time. Jaw; dropped. “I- what?” My hands cover my gradually growing smile. His face stays neutral. This whole thing is just insane. “I’m sorry, but I am obsessed with everything you stand for,” and that does it. I know there is an unwritten rule about your brother’s best friend. This makes me entirely shitty. It’s nothing I ever imagined. The silence on my end makes Monty start to walk away. “You know what!” Once again I grab Monty. “Fuck it,” this time reaching for the back of his neck and pulling him close. Our lips magnetise together. Ive never felt such passion and respect from a person. The unbelievable feeling of his fingers crawling to my waist was something I realise I’ve been missing. It’s just one long kiss, and yet it’s so much more than that. Unknowing, I have been waiting for this moment for a little too long. He pulls my body as close to his as possible. I should be considering the fact that Scott could just look out his window. A thought should’ve crossed my mind that this is one of the shittiest things either of us could do. My conscience shouldn’t be clean. Right now, this is all I can think about.

I feel like I should feel guiltier than I do. I was more nervous of Scott catching me than my parents. Scott and I have always been close. We’re twins. We will always be that. But Monty and Scott? What just happened between me and Monty was risky for that. Yet I lay on my bed staring at my ceiling; I’m smiling like a fool. The clock reads 23:39. Just sleep Y/N. I just kissed Montgomery De La Cruz. A simple, but so perfect, kiss. I can’t wrap my head around it, let alone the fact that he said he’s ‘pretty much’ in love with me. Like shit. Is he gonna regret telling me that in the morning? I hope not.

- The Next Morning -

Nerves and a centimetre of guilt pumps through my veins, waking me up at exactly 06:12. I usually wake up at 07:00, so I might as well shower. I know I shouldn’t dress up just because Monty pronounced his love for me. You know I’m going to though. A touch of mascara and tinted lip balm will be subtle enough.

“You’ve gotta stop looking like that,” Scott shakes his head at me as I jog down the stairs and into the dining room. “Scott! You look beautiful sweetheart,” my mum kisses me on the cheek and hands me a plate of pancakes. I can’t even think about eating right now. “She does it just to flirt with Monty,” a metal spoon hits my back. He scoffs. “I do not!” Usually that would be true, but today it’s not. My high waisted shorts sit perfectly on my hips, and my fitted crop top hugs my breasts. I look down at my outfit. I honestly don’t even thinks it’s that bad. “It’s not my fault Monty flirts with me,” I tease Scott. Is that even a joke though? “Fuck, you wish!” “Right!” My mum shouts. Definitely at the swearing. “Just get to school!”

There’s silence in the car. Not even the radio plays a sound. This is where the guilt starts to sink in. “We’re picking Monty up, could you move to the back when we get to his?” Scott asks, cracking the first ‘smile’ towards me today. “Oh I see how it is,” I grunt jokingly, and he actually smiles. I can’t imagine what it would be like if me and Monty carried on. If anything it shows that yesterday was a mistake and can’t happen. Too much would be risked. We don’t live far from Monty, so in seconds we were outside. It hadn’t even sunk in that I have to see him today. Fuck. Slipping out the car, we lock eyes. “Good morning, Reed,” he huskily whispers. His smile captivates me, but I just have to ignore it. Just like I’m ignoring the fact that when I slid past him to get to the back seats, our bodies scraped together: I thought, stupidly enough, sitting behind Scott would mean there would be no eye contact between Monty and I. Boy was I wrong. In the corner of his eye. In the rear view mirror. It would stop if I stopped looking at him... right now that seems impossible.

“Hey Y/N,” Jess smiles at me as I walk past her locker. Strange? But I stop and turn. “Hey, how are you?” I ask, watching her grab her books. “I’m all good. I just wanted to apologise for Clay the other day. He’s just a bit-” “I deserved it, don’t even worry about it.” She presses her top and bottom lips together tightly. “Thank you though,” I open my arms to hug her, which she surprisingly accepts, until I get a tap on the shoulder. Jess releases me. When I turn and see Monty, my heart goes from zero to a hundred real fast. Imagine a boy having such a grip on you. “Monty,” my voice comes out shaky. “Jessica,” Monty nods at her, and he grunts. “I’ll see you later,” she screws her face up at him and walks away. “She’s such a bitch,” he rolls his eyes. THIS is what I don’t like about Monty. I just wish that list was longer than the stuff I do like about him. “Anyway, can we go talk somewhere?”

Panic thoughts rush through my head as I walk out the school with Monty. What if someone starts gossiping about the fact that we’ve left the school to talk? That’s so fucking stupid. Why would people do that? I’m a little nervous. I’m actually a LOT nervous. Breathe Y/N. I take a seat on the wall behind me. “I wanted to know how you’re feeling?” He simply says. I smile down to myself. “You make this so hard, why can’t you just be an asshole to me?” I let out in a whispered chuckle. “Is that what you want?” He brushes the back of his hand against my arm. “What do you want from this?” My question just makes him raise his eyebrows, as if the answer’s obvious. Does he want a fuck-buddy? Does he want a relationship? Is he just trying to fuck with my emotions? I mean, that last one’s completed with flying colours. “You’re gonna hate me for saying this Y/N, but I honestly just want you.” If anyone else said such a thing, I’d tell them to get a grip. This is Monty. Bad boy image with devilishly good looks. The boy you love to hate, and hate to love. He’s not meant to actually swoon for a girl. Is that what’s happening? Holy shit. “I don’t know if that can happen, what about Scott?” He smiles to himself. His body places itself next to me. “This has nothing to do with Scott,” he shrugs. I wish that was true. “All Scott does is warn me to stay away from you. You’re his best friend,” hand goes to my knee. My naked knee. Please move your hand a little higher; no. “I know, but he’d get over it,” I make a ‘would he really’ face at him. It’s hard to believe that. My eyes gaze away from him for a second. I look at the sky and the trees and that school building. Monty’s eyes are the last place I should look. Except my eyes drift back to his in a second. Stomach; drops. He slowly begins to move his head towards mine. I want to stop him. I want to consider the fact that anyone could see us right now. Including Scott. In all honesty, his lips aren’t moving towards mine fast enough. “Montgomery,” my whispered words stop his in his place. My forehead fall onto his. “I’d risk it, for you.”

School is always a drag, but when you’re waiting for it to end it goes 10x slower. Once again, the rest of our people had last period free. This leaves Monty and I the only ones left. I should be avoiding the boy at all costs. But my hearts flutters when I see him waiting at the school doors for me. I can’t even find words. “Hey,” Monty gives me a contained smile, as if he was holding back. I’m already blushing. “Montgomery,” I say simply. He starts moving, so my body automatically follows his lead. I honestly can’t help it. Can you blame me? Have you met the guy?! “Do you wanna walk with me?” Walk with him? Fuck yeah. But we all know what happened on that last walk of ours. For some reason that only makes me want to walk with him even more. I can’t control myself... he must have a voodoo doll or something.

As usual, our chats flow too naturally. I guess we’ve always spoken, but I never realised how well we got on until recently. Have I been hiding these feelings? It wasn’t intentional. But I should be containing my feelings now. I should cut Monty off before we hurt Scott. I wish I could. “How do you feel?” He asks again. Fuck, I wish he’d leave it alone. “That’s a loaded question Monty.” He stops in his place. A thought bubble appears above his head. It’s only for a few seconds. Then he softly takes hold of my forearm, and leads me into an alleyway. This is it. This is where he kills me. Both of his hands go to my wrists, lifting them and pushing me against the wall. This is single handedly the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. His eyes just stare back into mine. We’re so used to just staring at each other at this point. “How do you feel?” He asks again. I feel like I want his body on top of mine if we’re honest. A smug look captivates his face. Can he hear my thoughts? I gulp loudly. I think I’m about to have a heart attack. “Y/N,” he whispers deeply. “Can you just kiss me already?!”

He’s seems almost struck by my words. As if, although he wanted to hear them, he wasn’t expecting me to actually say them. His eyes scan my body intricately, up and down. I could watch him look at me all day. “Monty... did you hear what I said?” I ask. The corners of his mouth turn up before he makes a move. Finally. His lips on mine once again. I’ve been aching for this moment for at least 16 hours since the last, and first, time. Only this time it’s not just a long, still kiss. Within seconds his tongue asks for access into my mouth. The angel on my shoulder makes me hesitate. This is wrong. But it’s so fucking right. The devil, and my entire body, screams yes. His mouth; warm. The massaging sensation of his tongue sends flutters in every place possible. His hands squeeze my wrists tighter before realising them. They move to balance on the wall. Mine go to the bottom of his tee and... I realise we’re outside. In public. Where everyone and anyone can see us. I break away from his spell for a second. It’s somewhat comforting to see him breathing just as heavy as me. My right hand goes to his chest. “Fuck...” I whisper. I lean my head on the front of his shoulder. In the most adorable way, he places a soft kiss on the top of my head. He can definitely do that more often. “Do you wanna come back to mine?” He asks. What a stupid fucking question.

Luckily we were only seconds away from Monty’s place. I felt giggly the whole 3-5 minutes. It’s like I was in a trance. I heard Monty say that he dad was at work, and honestly it’s all I needed to hear. I could think about guilt, l right now, or anything other than the fact that I’ve never needed or wanted something so much in my life. So he unlocks the door. Before we can even get in the building, I turn Monty towards me and jump. My legs wrap around his waist tightly as I latch my lips onto his. This time there was nothing stopping us. Slam goes the door behind us. The wetness between my legs only grows as Monty’s hands cup my ass cheeks. Squeezing slightly, I let a small, breathy moan enter his mouth. He grunts. “Fuck, Y/N,” he mutters between our lips. It’s almost like he stepped foot on the gas. I’m not sure how, but Monty walks us up the stairs whilst we make out, all the way up to his bedroom. Maybe I should be wondering how he’s so good at this. I couldn’t care less.

My back bounces onto the bed. Our lips stay apart for only a second before his body is above mine. Hands smooth up and down from my hips to my waist. His fingers crawl to the buttons of my shorts. He stops. “Is this okay?” He asks. This is the moment. I know, just by that statement alone, that Monty is worth it. It confirms it all for me. My hands cover my mouth in awe. “I fucking love that,” I pretty much squeal. “Monty,” I speak, holding his head between my hands. “This is more than okay, I need you.” His lips attach back onto mine, and he starts undoing my shorts. I wiggle and lift my body to make it go faster, but they just don’t come off fast enough. All I keep imagining is that this is a dream. This is too crazy to be actually happening.

Just as Monty’s lips go to my neck, I hear a buzz. Is that my alarm? No. So this must be real. It is, however, Monty’s phone ringing. Monty pulls himself off of me. I reach over, pick up his phone, and see ‘Scotty’ written across the top. 1. Cute. 2. Fuck. “Imma just ignore it,” he smirks, rubbing his body back against mine. I don’t know what comes over me, but I find the strength and confidence to flip us over. I smile massively at what I’ve just accomplished. Here I am, straddling Montgomery De La Cruz. Does it get any better? His eyes look shocked. “That’s so fucking hot,” he lifts his head to lock our lips. “Shut up,” I whisper against his lips. I slide my tongue between his lips and... a phone rings. “Fuck,” I grunt frustratedly. ‘Scott’ comes across my phone this time. “Fuck, I’m gonna have to answer it,” I speak in a panic. “It’s fine just ignore him,” he reaches to grab my phone. My hand moves slowly away, making his eyes roll. “He could put 2 and 2 together and make 4,” I say simply. Shit. Act natural. “Hey Scott,” the key is to not overthink this. I won’t think about the fact that I’m in a thong straddling him best friend. Or that Monty’s fingers are tracing pattens on my ass cheeks. “Hey, have you seen Monty?” Of course. What other question would he ask? ‘I have actually. He’s currently between my legs. I could pass you on?’ But no. “No I haven’t, what’s up?” I hear a sigh through the phone. Okay Scott, just hang up now. “Bryce is looking for him. Where are you?” I put a bit of pressure on Monty’s chest with my hand, as I sign to stop, but he does not. Instead he squeezes my buttcheeks ever so slightly. This sends a rush of pleasure through my body, and a HEAVY breath out my mouth. “It sounds dodgy your end Y/N,” he laughs. I can hear the nerves in his voice. I know he’s thinking the worst, and it’s actually a reality right now. “I’m just working out.” In my head I can see Scott shake his head at my response. You’d think, as a jock, he’d understand the grind of working out and keeping fit. But no, Scott is naturally built like an athlete. “Well, enjoy that shit I guess?” His voice is uncertain. “If you do see Monty, tell him to come to the house! Bye,” before I can respond, he hangs up. I think I did it.

I let out a deep breath of relief. “Scott said that if I see you I should tell you to go to our house,” Monty pretends to throw me off him, but instead he flips us back over. “You can go if you’d like,” I mutter, slowly sticking out my bottom lip. I’m lying. My legs tighten around his body. His eyes widen. “I think I’m gonna stay with you,” he smiles, planting his lips back onto mine. He continues to kiss down my neck, just like he was before we were interrupted. “Montgomery,” I’m not sure if I regret stopping him. Theres just one thing I need more than this foreplay right now. Eyes: locked together. Fuck. He makes me nervous. I feel like it’s my first time all over again. “Can you just, like, fuck me now?” I giggle. I hardly finished my sentence before he pulls himself off me to go into a drawer. A condom. To get comfy, I move myself to his pillows. To think, a couple of days ago I woke up in this room panicking because I thought I slept with Monty. Now I’m about to.

He rummages the condom on in seconds. I’ll worry about the fact that he’s clearly very experienced later. “Is this good?” He asks. I could make a silly joke about how ‘he hasn’t started yet’. But I know exactly what he means. And it’s so fucking cute. My hands reach for the back of his head, pulling his lips onto mine for just a peck. “This is perfect.” Eyes are locked together, he leans down and rubs his nose on mine. The palpating going through my body is concerning. And somehow, just when he starts entering, it feels real. This only probably ever crossed my mind once. I steady my breathing as he pushes himself further inside me. Not a virgin, but definitely not a slut. In my opinion anyway. He notices me trying to get comfortable and plants his lips on mine for one long kiss. Humming vibrates from his lips onto mine. I want this moment to last forever.

Breath. Monty stays still for just a second, and pulls his lips away from mine. His right hand sweeps a strand of my hair out of my face. I reach my right hand up to his face, caressing his cheek and smoothing my thumb against his bottom lip. “You are,” pause, “so beautiful,” he says boldly. It wasn’t whispered. It wasn’t a question. I could hear he meant it. Montgomery De La Cruz thinks I’m beautiful. Without warning, he starts to pull out. My mouth gapes more and more. You know that point where you’re on a rollercoaster and you’re waiting for the drop... that was the anticipation for Monty to start thrusting. I’m a mess underneath him. When he does start, I feel myself coming apart at the seams already. His lips go back to mine, my arms stretch around his neck to pull him closer. Our tongues dance around. This was a ‘finally’ moment. The steadiness of the thrusts was perfection. It wasn’t rough, but it was nowhere near slow. And gentle. Everything about this boy was gentle. I don’t know if anyone has ever seen this soft Monty. I want this Monty all to myself. And right now, he’s mine. I wanted, and I needed, him as close as I could. My legs probably couldn’t wrap around his waist any tighter.

My entire being wanted to hold on for as long as I could, but this boy has some serious tricks. I feel like I’m quite stubborn so I could hold off. Monty’s right hand smooths down my hip, down my thigh, and hooks under my knee. As he lifted my leg slight higher, I knew I couldn’t hold on. “Fuck,” I pretty much squeal into his mouth as he reaches my g-spot. My abdomen bursts with excitement. My eyes glance at him biting his bottom lip very discreetly. His lips move from my lips to the side of my neck. I close my eyes for a second to just soak this moment in. I never thought I needed to feel this close to Monty. The pace increases by 2x at least, and a long lost knot begins to form in my stomach. It’s as if my body can sense the boy’s need to release. I think we’ve both been waiting for this moment for a little longer than we think we have. “Please tell me your close,” his husky voice tingles my neck. “Oh my god!” I moan loudly as my climax... finally. Connected. We continue to ride out each other’s highs. Wow.

My head lays against Monty’s chest. I know this can’t last forever. At some point I have to go home. When my heart stops racing, I sit up. “Do you regret it?” Is the first thing Monty asks. I smile to myself slightly. I shake my head slowly. “I kinda wish I did,” I shrug and turn my body towards him and cross my legs. “What do we do now?” I ask with a nervous giggle. He just stares at me. I’ve never been looked at like that before. “Scott’s gonna have to get over it. You’re too beautiful to keep it a secret,” cheesy, but fucking cuuuute. “Shut up. You’ll start making me believe it in a minute,” I push his chest lightly. Monty takes my hand and pulls me close to him. “You’re beautiful Y/N.” It’s hard to make jokes when the most handsome person is staring you dead in the eyes. My cheeks heat too quickly. “So, I heard you kinda like your best friends sister... how’s that working out for you?” I whisper. He opens his mouth, smiling massively for a second. “I actually say that I’m in love with my best friend’s sister. You should get your facts right.” A grin bigger than my head itself forms. “Wow, sassy Monty’s got,” I tease. “I mean it, Y/N. I’m in love with you.” I open my mouth to respond, but no words seems to form. I gobsmacked. Most of the times when I say I’m speechless, I’ve still got shit to say. I don’t know what to say to that. “Fuck, Monty,” I whisper. I nudge my nose against his chin. “If it turns out it’s because I look a little like Scotty, I’m gonna be pissed,” I laugh. Once again, Monty flips us over and puts his body between my legs. He put his tongue between his lips, licking them very sexily I might add. “That’s just a bonus,” my mouth drops open before pulling Monty’s lips down onto mine once again.

[earth2bucky]

29 and 36!

#29 tucking their hair behind their ear to help them get it out of their face.

according to his detailed observation of your routine, you’d either be in the shower or dancing around the kitchen when he gets home. it’s only been a week or so since you moved in together, but bucky’s been so busy with shield bullshit that he’s only spent nights at home with you. it was pissing him off, but he was trying to make the best of the situation. he was going to make dinner tonight, from some cookbook the old italian lady at the fruit and veg store had shoved at him when he’d mentioned you. so he’d gone and collected all the ingredients in a hefty paper bag and carried it three blocks and two flights of stairs just to see the smile on you face when he opens the door. of course, you’d probably smile at him without the bag, too. but that’s not the point. he’s being a good boyfriend. or at least, trying to be. 

he hopes you’re wearing that pretty orange jumper he likes. it gets cold in the apartment and he doesnt want you getting a chill. he makes a mental note to call the landlord about heating.

he reaches the front door with a pep in his step, excited to see his girl after a grueling day with a particularly irritable sam. he knocks twice, hoping you‘re out of the shower by now. a few beats pass without an answer, and he can’t stop the pang of instinctual fear that erupts in his chest. he reaches into his back pocket and digs around for the key, swearing a few times before sliding it into the lock and swinging the door open.

the sight he’s greeted with is less than ideal. you’re wearing the orange jumper, he notices with a smile, but its sleeves are being used to mop up tears. your knees are pulled up to your chest where you sit on the kitchen floor, eyes wide and swimming as they lock onto his. thoughts of closing the door and setting the groceries down are overridden by the desire to make whatever’s making you cry fuck right off and never come back. so the bag sits in the open doorway as he sits opposite you on the floor. “hey, hey, honey. you’re ok.” he ducks to meet your gaze and you smile sadly, only worrying him further.

“can i touch you?” he asks gently. you nod, so he brushes wayward strands of hair behind your ears and takes your hands in his own. he’s trying to give you time to speak, but with every passing second he’s growing more concerned that something terrible has happened.

just as he’s about to say you can tell him anything and he’s here for you, you burst into wet laughter through your tears. the sentiment disappears back inside his mouth. “honey, what’s happening?”

squeezing his hand tight and wiping at the last of your tears, you speak. “honestly, it’s so good to know how wonderful you’d be if this was actually a big deal.”

blinking once in confusion, bucky frowns. “huh?”

“you wanna know,” you sniff with a weak smile, “why i was crying?”

still thrown for a loop, he pokes teasingly at your cheek. “well duh.”

your face breaks into a grin and you grab his hand. “animal crossing.”

bucky’s heart drops to the bottom of his stomach and he lets out a dramatic groan. flopping to his back on the tiles beside you, he throws a hand over his face. “you nearly broke my heart, y’know that?” he peeks up at you through his theatrical facade to catch another glimpse of your smile. “come home to my girl sobbing on the kitchen floor and she tells me it’s about a fuckin video game.”

you’re fighting off delirious giggles now, pressing a hand hard over your mouth in a pathetic attempt to trap them inside. he wishes you wouldn’t. for gods sake, he didn’t throw himself down on the kitchen tiles just to have your angelic laughter be suppressed.

feigning a heart attack, he squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a groan of mock pain when you clamber on top of him. you’re settling yourself on his lower stomach, one leg either side of his torso. with a smirk that can’t be described as anything other than sleazy, he’s suddenly void of heart attack symptoms and propping himself up on his elbows. taking a good look at you, his eyes are halfway done trailing your bare legs when you bark out another laugh and slap a hand over his eyes. “fuck off,” he grumbles, “broke my heart and now you’re not even letting me look at you.”

“that was a little less looking, and a little more ‘undressing with eyes.’”

a beat of silence passes.

“’was gonna make you dinner before the undressing part.”

an awed gasp and you’re on your feet in less than a second, leaving him cold and alone on the floor. “dinner. elaborate.” you point at him accusingly, leaning against the counter.

“well you’ve got a better chance of having some if i’m vertical again.”

with a roll of your eyes and a mumble of ‘grandpa’, you foolishly offer him a hand.

to anybody else, the scream you let out when he pulls you back down to the floor could be the most annoying noise they’ve ever heard, but it only makes bucky love you a little bit more. 

[ellespills]

pairing: mammon x reader

genre: hurt/comfort

word count: ~1k

summary: mammon sees you crying by yourself and he malfunctions. what can he do to help?

disclaimer: this is wildly unedited and is just word vomit. I was crying and I wanted to stop, so, of course, I turned it into art 💫✨ 

the tears are hot as they roll down your cheek. you try hard not to sniff so loud, but sniffing is inherently noisy by nature. if you don't sniff it'll just roll down your face and that's gross. trying to wipe the tears and snot with your handkerchief doesn't work much now, either. it's too wet from previous wiping, and it honestly just feels like you're reapplying the fluids you've wiped away.

the tears don't want to stop, though, and you've been crying for too long now that the hiccups have started. somehow that just makes you cry more because God, you're trying so hard to be quiet and the frustration piles up on top of the other shit you're feeling. you don't even know why you're crying anymore, honestly. it happened because of one thing, of course, but then it just spiraled into plenty of things as the tears raced and then it just won't stop.

it's just tiring at this point, and your curled up position on a corner of the planetarium wasn't exactly the height of comfort. but this was the closest place you can hide in as you broke down, and it's not like you want to cry on the hallways.

footsteps faintly echo outside and you stiffen. you can hear mammon mumbling outside.

you instantly remember that he texted seconds before you broke down and you, of course, didn't answer.

you jump when your DDD rings in your pocket. shit shit shit. you scramble to pull it out to end the call, even though you know it's a useless endeavor in staying hidden because mammon is right outside and the DDD already very audibly rang.

the door bangs open so you try to make yourself look the least bit presentable: you sniff to gather snot and it's aggressive enough to hurt a bit; then try to wipe your face with your handkerchief (which makes you just feel more gross with how wet it is).

"—you were?" mammon starts as he steps into the music room.

you try to fix your hair to try and look like you weren't just bawling your eyes out even though you don't really know why. mammon would know. heck, tears are still spilling out of your eyes.

"I've been looking all over for ya—" mammon steps into the planetarium and stops as soon as he sees you on the far corner. the double take he did was comical enough to make you laugh if only you weren't feeling so shitty.

the two of you stare at each other for a few tense seconds. you're afraid to break it because if you try to speak your voice will shake.

meanwhile, mammon's frozen. he doesnt know what to do. it's not like he was expecting to see you with your eyes red and watery! shit, you must have been crying so hard, he thinks. you're hiccuping and your cheeks and nose look like they were rubbed raw.

"hey," he starts. he steps closer to you and sits in front of you. not too close, though. "why have ya been cryin' here, huh?"

you look away from him and shake your head. your grip tightens on the handkerchief on your lap.

for once his mouth doesnt know which words to form. his mind races to think of what to say. he doesn't want to say the wrong thing!

so he decides to say, "do you need anything?" and then he barrels straight on through: "I can—you've got this favorite show ya always watch when you're sad, right? or that human food ya like so much—"

you burst out crying.

"shit—" mammon panics. his brain malfunctions and is currently only full of exclamation marks. his hand rises and—does he touch you? hug you? would that make you feel better? maybe if he—

then he realizes you're smiling.

"what the hell, human? what do ya need, huh? I'm panicking here!"

then you look up at him and he short circuits. fuck. your whole face is red and your eyes are still watery, but you're looking at him like he put up every damn star in the galaxy. your lips are trembling but you're smiling. his heart clenches.

you lick your lips. "mammon—" you start, but your voice is trembling and you wince. you clear your throat, take a deep breath and try again. your voice is smaller, like a whisper, this time. "mammon, can I get a hug?"

the affirmative comes so quick his whole body blushes once he realizes. you don't seem to mind, though, as you hesitantly open your arms.

he scoots closer and carefully wraps his arms around you. his chest tightens with how hard your shaking hands grip his clothes. your head finds a place between his shoulder and neck, and it looks like you might start crying again with how your shoulders start to shake.

he places a hand on your back and starts to rub in what he hopes is a comforting way. the sob you make makes him squeeze you tighter in his embrace.

the two of you stay that way for a time. him rubbing and patting your back comfortingly as you sob on his shoulder. he honestly wants to cry too (his eyes start watering) simply from the way you cry out with so much pain. it's like a desperation from the way you clench his shirt and take deep breaths only for the sobs and hiccups to overtake you again.

you two stay that way even after the cries start to settle. you're still getting small hiccups, but at least you're not actively tearing up.

his heart hurts. his hand pauses on your upper back. he sniffs and says, "hey."

"mmm?"

he doesn't know how but he somehow hugs you tighter. "y'know you can rely on me, right?"

there's a teasing lilt to your voice as you reply, "cause you're my first man?"

"yes!" he hides his burning face on your shoulder. he starts to mumble. "I mean it, y'know. if you ever need anything ya come to me, ya hear? great mammon's here for ya."

he leans back to squish your face between his hands. "ya hear me? great mammon's here for ya, and whatever it is you need—whatever it is—I can be that, okay, human? you call for me, and I come to you, okay? ya hear me?"

the little smile and nod you give him seems to be enough. he pulls you into an embrace again. his tight squeeze reassures you somehow. mammon's here. he's here as long as you allow him to be.

[randomsevans]

Pain of being in love part 3

Original apart of @jtargaryen18 #30daysofchris2020

Two weeks had dragged by as you felt like an empty shell going day by day . You hadn't spoken to anyone apart form Scott ,you haven't left the house unless it was for a good reason. You would constantly forget to eat so Scott became like your own personal chief.

And all this because the time had finally arrived where your love for chris was outshone by his own love for someone else .

Scott had told you that Lisa and Minka have been planning a engagement party much to chris dislike as he sees the announcement as an engagement party .

Chris had tried to call you but you always let it go to voice mail as it was probably an invitation to the party next Saturday. You really didnt want to go . The pain in your heart was begaing you not to as it cant take anymore hurt . But you knew as being the brothers best friend and a family friend you need to go . Because as much as it hurt you . You know that this will make Chris happy and you need to be happy for him even tho you are dying inside .

++++++++++++

It was the day before the party so the Friday and some how Scott had managed to get you out of your bed and house only to be in his house on his couch . Currently eating too much mint chocolate chip ice cream along with this stuiped movie Scott forced you to watch

Love Rosie .

"How fuckin ironic "

You knew that Scott put picked this movie on purpose . Whether it was for the both of you to make fun or the movie like you usual do or let you watch it because it was so fuckin relatable. Either way you too had ended up watching the movie in silence with a few mumbles about food or if one was getting up or not and even a giggle or two when Rosie was struggling with a new born .

It had got to the part of the wedding and oh by god how you related to it . Rosie speech on how she loves him no matter where he is or who hes with .. your heart was yelling someone gets it . You were stuck in your own your head focusing on Rosie words until Scott spoke up.

"How ?" He ask

"What ? " you were confused and faced him as he faced you turning his body as the movie played in the back ground .

"How , when, why ?" He stared directly into your eyes with the soft blue shade he shares with his brother

"What ? " you asked again

"When did you begin to have feeling for my brother and why ... and how much because not to be mean but iv never seen you like this not ever so his engagement clear has affected you " he said softly

You hadn't yet actually spoken the words I love your brother to Scott or I'm in love with him to be more exact but Scott had guest it never asked about it until now .

You were silent for a moment thinking ... well more like your head was empty of thoughts you just liked the silence.

"Who said I have feeling.... "

"Y/n " Scott cut you off

You shift in your seat turning to face Scott legs cross over each other and hands in your lap looking down .

"I .. I had always had a crush on him you know ... who didnt " scott hummed in agreement

"But do you remember that day when I...was ment to have my first date but he never showed up "

Once again Scott hummed

"Well Chris picked me up... and he tried cheering me up .. and it worked "

You glanced up a Scott who looked softly at you as your eyes hot glassy . You looked back down to your hands as there stared nervously fiddling with the ends of the blanket that was wrapped around you.

"Well we were at a dinner ... and do you know in movies it like you have loved someone and you always new . Well it wasnt like that ... "

You took a deep breath.

"I hit me .. like a truck ... he was sitting at the other side of the table... and it hit me everything flooded I... love him but not just that . Because I love you ."

That caused Scott to scoffed as if ' I know you do who doesnt '

"It was more ... well more like a different type of love ... or more like . I was in love in love with him ."

You glance up at the ceiling letting the tears sink back into your eyes as you shake your head .

"I AM in love with him "

You looked at Scott who now had tears in his eyes ..and red showing he was trying to hold them back .

"And I think I always will . "

You were both silent for a seconde

"No matter where he is ... or who hes with a will always love him "

That caused you both to giggle as you made your way into Scotts open arms

"Quoting are we " he chuckled as your head landed on his chest as his arms wrapped around you .

"Well you know me "

You heard him sniff as you felt a tear drop into your hair .

"Oh .. god ... how have you kept it in for so long... that was like ... .... we were 14 or 15 fuck how ? Why ?" He said softly as tears clouded his voice .

"I didnt say anything or do anything because he will never and has never felt the same I'm... im like a sister to him ...in a weird way... and I'd never deserve him ....."

You left your head and looked at Scott .

"And at the same time I realised iam in love with him I also knew nothing would become of it because... " tears bow fell down your eyes .

"Because it was better to have both of you in my life then not to have neither of you ... and I wasnt willing to risk it ..... and I knew ... I knew this time would come .... but it dosnt stop .... it doesn't stop it hurting " you couldn't help but let it all out as you tucked your self back into Scott

He placed a kiss in your hair

"Your a silly one ain't ya ..... I will always be here you know that " he said softly

"You do know that right ?"

You just nodded as your tears drained his shirt .

++++++++++

You stood at Lisa front door with Scott by your side much like that dreaded day three weeks ago . You were in a blue floral dress in small pumps waiting patiently as you heard the party already up and ready with in .

"Its not late to turn back " Scott whisper in your ear just before the door swang open. To reveal Minka at the door with a giant smile and an even bigger diamond on her left hand . That had somehow made your heat beat pain through out your veins.

"It is now " you whisper back before putting a wide fake smile on

"Minka .... contagralations " you tired your best not to sound bitter you really did .

"Y/n right ? " she asked looking you up and down . You just nodded your head

She was about to speak again when Chris practically ripped the door hinges off as he opened the door wider . As his eyes landed on you there grew and his month hung open as he let out a deep sigh . Making your heat beat fast instead of the numb feeling it has had over the last three weeks .

"Y/n " was all he said a small whisper .

You and Chris eyes were locked missing the fallen smile of Minka as she looked between the two of you here eyebrows knitting . While Scott had a small smirked placed on his lips due to Minka reaction

"Chris I thought we agreed I'd do the door " Minka snapped at chris . Breaking his eye contact with you . To glance at Minka for a split seconde

"Um yeah sorry " he said quickly and looked back deep into your eyes , with the softest blue shade "I... I just heard her name ..." he sighed and he said it slowly and softly . He tilted his head almost like a child went there feelings are hurt . "I haven't..... I havnt see you ... heard form you ... I tried calling but ..I always ... "

"I was busy " you cut him off

Before chris could answer or even process what you said , Lisa pops her head at the other side of the door

"What are you all doing out here ! ... come on come in "she took at step back with a wide smile , as you stepped in .

She pulled you in to a tight high as she always does "isn't this amazing.... finally get to celebrate my boy with hes wife to be "

You closed your eyes as your rested your chin on her shoulder and sighed "it sure is "

You took a step back and put on the widest smile .

What you didnt know was as you were facing momma Evan's. Two blue eyed boys looked at you with soften eyes but both for different reasons .

"Come on let's join the others " lisa said to all of us.

"I couldn't agree more Mrs Evan's " minka replied

"How many times Lisa or even better mom " lisa laught her and Minka walked side by side to the garden

"Ma! " chris said .

"What she will be my daughter in law soon so she better get use it " both lisa and Minka laught and diserperared into the garden . Leaving you , Scott and Chris still in the hall way of the front door .

"How soon exactly ?" Scott asked the fill the uneasy silence .

"Um its gonna be a fall wedding " chris replied

"Oh " was all you said as you felt the pit in your stomach grow and your heart beating fast

"Like .... next year or two ?" Scott said slowly shrugging with his hands in his pockets .

"Uh no " Chris paused and took at quick glance at you and looked at the floor . "This year .... in 3 months " he sighed.

And as if it wasnt possible you felt your heart crack more .

Scott only let out a deep sigh and grab your arm " come on y/n let's get a drink " you nod you head and began to walk to the garden . But you turned your head over your should and with a deep sigh , you dry throat and stinging eyes .

"Contraglation Chris " you sighted, eys watery " I'm... happy for yo... you ... sh ...Minka is a lucky girl " you choked out as Scott pulled you futher away as he tried to save you from futher heart break or for you to continue lying .

"I'm...not " Chris mumbled silently as you were out of earshot .. and took a deep sigh and then finally followed your direction and headed for the back yard.

The never ending growing pit in your soul and tears in your heart was growing more painful as you chuged down your first of many drinks of the night. But what do you expect it's the pain of being in love

Ps I didnt realise that the actress (lily colin)that play Rosie in the movie love Rosie actual dated chris

[carry-a-world]

a canon-divergent cql-verse au where wwx realizes his feelings for lwj after asking shijie about why someone would like (read: love) another person so much and tries to court him (bc he believes that lwj deserves to be courted with all the refined graces in the world!!!) but like. all his previous suaveness has gone missing and he makes a fool of himself but lwj doesnt mind :') also in this verse the wens arent persecuted so wwx doesnt have to brand himself as a traitor to the world

okay this got A Little out of hand so uh, here’s an ao3 link too ijaslkfdjasdf

Like Crunchy Peanut Butter

Wei WuXian moodily kicks a lotus pod the length of the pier.

Jiang Cheng wanted him in meetings this afternoon, but he needed time to sort himself out after last night. Jiang YanLi’s words about a crush have stuck with him—an earworm that he can’t seem to shake.

He doesn’t do crushes. Fleeting fancies, maybe, if they only last as long as it takes to exchange a few sugar-coated words.

Permanence is scary, and Wei WuXian has a long and complicated history with it.

But he does, as Jiang YanLi suggested, have someone he likes. It’s not something he’s allowed himself to think too hard on, because the object of his affections is… well…

There aren’t good words to describe Lan WangJi, really. Not in the way Wei WuXian sees him.

The world calls him ‘Han-Guang-Jun’ and ‘cold,’ ‘beautiful’ and ‘unattainable.’ He might be all those things, but that isn’t how Wei WuXian would choose to describe him. 

Lan WangJi is infuriating and stuffy in Wei WuXian’s first memories of him. Brave and steadfast somewhere in the middle.

And now. Now he’s just good.

He is a steady hand reaching out, when Wei WuXian’s very center is crumbling. He is the haunting thrum of guqin strings—soothing a restless soul.

Wei WuXian likes him so much that he doesn’t quite know what to do with it.

He’d ignore the feelings, if it wouldn’t disappoint Jiang YanLi. She’s always wanted him to be happy, and in the light of everything that’s happened, he can’t bear to make her feel sad.

To the ends of the earth—that’s how far he’d go to make his siblings happy.

That leaves option two: a crazy plan truly worthy of him. He could court Lan WangJi, properly, the way he deserves.

Wei WuXian is the fourth most eligible bachelor, after all. It’s not that much of a reach, is it?

Even without a golden core, he’s proven himself a force to be reckoned with.

Well. If he’s gonna do it, he’ll do it the right way.

*

There’s only one place to begin, and he really wishes there weren’t.

Lan QiRen hates him, and Wei WuXian thinks he’s a stuffy old bag with a horrible mustache. Nothing about this is destined to go well. Lan QiRen would probably rather die than have him as a son-in-law.

Wei WuXian bows formally to both Lan QiRen and Lan XiChen, torn between quaking in his boots and absolute mirth.

“Young Master Wei, what can we do for you?” Lan XiChen is ever the picture of politeness, a pleasant smile on his face.

Lan QiRen glares as if he could scorch Wei WuXian off the earth with just his eyes.

“Master Lan, Zewu-Jun. I’ve come to request permission to court Lan WangJi.”

“He won’t have you,” Lan QiRen sniffs. “My nephew has taste.”

Lan XiChen’s smile twitches—practically gut busting laughter for a Lan. “You have mine. WangJi rather likes you.”

“You don’t have mine. Lan WangJi won’t be tainted by your… demonic methods.”

Wei WuXian very nearly sticks his tongue out. Instead, his mouth cuts a knife-like smile. “We’ll see about that.”

*

“Why do you need to go to Cloud Recesses now? Weren’t you just there?” Jiang Cheng grumbles. “It’d be faster if you flew, you know.”

“Ah, but Jiang Cheng, then how would I know how our people are recovering, if I don’t walk among them?” Wei WuXian asks, cheerfully twirling Chenqing.

“If this is literally only because you want to bother Lan WangJi, I’ll kick your ass.”

“A-Cheng,” Jiang YanLi scolds, coming up behind him. “A-Xian is going to properly court the Second Master Lan.”

“SHIJIE,” Wei WuXian shrieks, as Jiang Cheng yells, “HE’S WHAT?”

When he told his sister of his intentions, he really hadn’t meant it to reach Jiang Cheng’s ears.

His brother is gripping his robes, ready to shake him, when Jiang YanLi quells them with a look. “Let him follow his heart, A-Cheng,” she says, a smile breaking across her lips.

It shuts both of them up, allowing Wei WuXian a quick escape.

He takes his time traveling to Cloud Recesses, stopping to check in with the people of Lotus Pier as he goes. In the evenings, by the light of a campfire he whittles.

The disciple keeping the gate at Cloud Recesses looks displeased to see him, but lets him in anyway, probably on Lan XiChen’s orders.

“Lan Zhannnnnn,” he sing-songs along the path, his stomach suddenly churning with nerves.

It’s not the name as much as the volume that he knows will summon Lan WangJi. There is no yelling allowed in Cloud Recesses.

“Wei Ying?”

Wei WuXian spins. “Ah, Lan Zhan! There you are!”

Lan WangJi inclines his head.

Clearly, he wants to know what the hell Wei WuXian is doing here, raising a ruckus.

“I’m here to—” he starts, and for the first time in his life, words fail him. He stumbles over his own tongue. “Sect business! For Jiang Cheng! Yep.”

That is the opposite of what he’s trying to do, what the hell?

“Sect business,” Lan WangJi repeats. His tone doesn’t change, but Wei WuXian can sense his doubt.

“Yes! But I wanted to see you first, Lan Zhan, cause uhhhhhh… to give you this!”

He digs through the pocket in his sleeve and produces the rabbit he’d carved on the way over. His hands are clammy as he holds it out to Lan WangJi, and he nearly drops it.

“You like rabbits, right?”

Lan WangJi takes the little rabbit with gentle fingers, brushing against Wei WuXian’s palm and causing him to jolt.

“Mn,” Lan WangJi gives him a searching look that nearly stops Wei WuXian’s heart. “Thank you, Wei Ying.”

“Ahahaha no problem, Lan Zhan,” he laughs to hide his nerves. “Gotta go now, bye!”

He sprints off like his life depends on it, a befuddled Lan WangJi staring after him.

Wei WuXian needs a better plan, stat.

*

“WangJi, something has arrived for you from Lotus Pier,” Lan XiChen says, not bothering to hide his mirth.

Lan WangJi gives him a flat look.

Lan XiChen slides it across the table to him. “Open it, I think it’s from Young Master Wei.”

The package is sloppily wrapped, but Lan WangJi unwraps it with care. There’s a note on top, which he reads first.

It is, in fact from Wei WuXian.

Inside is a creation of Wei WuXian’s own making, a box that supposedly makes its own music. Thinking of the carved wooden rabbit, Lan WangJi suppresses a smile and gives the handle on the side of the box a careful turn.

Immediately, it blows up.

Lan XiChen throws a pitcher of water on the front of his robes, outright laughing. “That was very thoughtful of him. Too bad.”

“Mn.”

Lan WangJi keeps the burnt mess anyway.

*

Night hunting should be a good choice. After the music box debacle, he’s got to make it up to Lan WangJi.

Wei WuXian doesn’t even have to really do anything—Lan WangJi will protect him even if he chats his ear off and doesn’t do a single thing.

“Shijie is going to marry that peacock, Lan Zhan,” he laments, swinging Chengqing around as if he actually has an intention to use it. “He’s not good enough for her.”

Lan WangJi doesn’t comment on that, but he’s definitely listening.

Wei WuXian’s new plan is to… well… he doesn’t have a new plan but he wants to spend time with Lan WangJi so here they are.

“Lan Zhan, do you think—” his foot catches and he goes tumbling right into the stream they’d been walking along.

Lan WangJi hauls him out immediately. “Wei Ying.”

“I’m okay,” Wei WuXian pouts. He really can’t win with this, can he?

“We should go back.”

“It’s finneeee Lan Zhan, I’m just a little wet,” Wei WuXian promises around chattering teeth.

It’s truly ridiculous that he gets cold so easily now, without his golden core. He’ll have to ask Wen Qing for something to combat it next time he sees her.

Fingers close around his wrist and start tugging him along.

“Aiya, Lan Zhan! I said I was fine!”

Having to leave a night hunt early because he might catch a cold? How embarrassing. Jiang Cheng will never let him live this down.

Lan WangJi giving him dry robes and playing the guqin just for him, however, isn’t so bad.

*

The failed attempts at courting go on for months, until Wei WuXian scales the walls of Cloud Recesses one too many times.

“Wei Ying. What are you doing.”

Of course Lan WangJi is right there. His psychic ability to detect Wei WuXian’s nonsense has only become more honed.

“Oh uh. Hi Lan Zhan. I’m visiting, obviously!” Wei WuXian laughs, despite the nerves coiling in his gut.

Lan WangJi hasn’t banished him yet, but he always feels like he’s walking a fine line.

He gets a blank look. “Wei Ying.”

“Whaatttttt, Lan Zhan? I answered your question.”

Lan WangJi sighs. It’s a testament to how much time Wei WuXian has spent with him that he can even pick out this nearly imperceptible gesture.

“What are you doing?” The emphasis makes Wei WuXian’s heart freeze in his chest.

So Lan WangJi has noticed Wei WuXian’s attempts at flirting with him. Is he about to get scolded? Or rejected? Wei WuXian doesn’t think his heart could take that.

“Ah. Hmm. So you see…” he waffles, unable to look Lan WangJi in the face.

His cheeks feel hot—his usually thick face abandoning him in his time of need. He’s Wei WuXian, known for being shameless. He can’t be blushing like this!

A palm, solid and warm, cups his cheek and lifts his head gently.

“Lan Zhannnn,” he whines pathetically as he finds himself staring into depthless golden eyes.

There’s a hesitance there that’s unfamiliar. Lan WangJi is self-assured—rarely faltering no matter what he’s faced with. This is strange.

“What are… Wei Ying’s feelings?”

Wei WuXian’s mind goes blank. He’s definitely gaping at Lan WangJi, which is not a good look on him but he just can’t help it.

“Lan Zhan, I’ve been courting you this entire time, haven’t you noticed?” he blurts.

“Mn. Have noticed,” Lan WangJi answers.

“Oh.”

“Would like to court Wei Ying in return.”

Wei WuXian stares. “Even though I did a horrible job and things literally blew up in your face?”

“Mn.”

“Even though I’m annoying?”

“Wei Ying is not annoying.”

Wei WuXian feels as if his heart might burst. Lan WangJi’s steady hand on his cheek gives him the courage to ask one last question.

“Even… even if I no longer have my golden core?” he whispers.

Lan WangJi’s eyes widen in shock, but the answer comes without hesitation. “Even without.”

“Ahhh Lan Zhan, then you won’t ever be rid of me,” Wei WuXian laughs shakily.

Lan WangJi’s chest is so inviting, and he has no shame in leaning on him when his own legs are turning traitor.

“Want Wei Ying.”

“Oh good,” Wei WuXian sighs. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

Lan WangJi’s answer is the warm press of lips against his, and the beginning of the rest of his life.

[voidselfshipp]

The Tiniest Of Smiles

Okay to rb

~♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡~

Jerico frowned,she leaned in the table, and crossed her arm.

It did really scaped her.

How could Santos be so charming, so expressive during their misisons but not in his Daily life.

He always seemed cold...almost distant.

It made her heart ache, he also deserved happiness.

So she declared it was her solemn duty to make him smile at least for a bit.

If she had to crack that Shell Open with her bare hands she Will do so.

And she knew just her equal chaotic friend who could help her.

The phone dialed a number,she Waited in her room pacing around It,until Someone picked up.

--Nico!Nico I need your help!

--Whats up?--a voice said.

--So I have a plan to make Santos smile...but I need you to be here as soon as possible

--i sometimes admire you, you do know that he doesnt show any sign of human emotion,as if he was allergic to it.

There were two seconds of silence before both erupted in laughter.

--Okay okay!-- Nico said--ill be there in ten minutes, I wanna hear your crazy plan as soon as I can

Jerico hung up, and Walked to the kitchen to brew dome tea.

She was going to compleat her goal, whatever it took.

Nico arrived ten minutes later, as they said they would.

As soon as they saw eachother they hugged as if they havent seen eachother in years, though truth is that its been a week since their last encounter.

--okay...so heres the plan...--jer said,talking in quiet hushes, she didnt know when Santos could come back home.

The Next day jerico woke up to the sound of birds.

She rans to the kitchen to see if Santos had Ate the breakfast she woke up extra early to make.

She only found a note.

"I took it with me to work, thank you"

She gripped the note,first try,fail.

--Are you sure this Will work?--Nico asked--its not that I dont Belive in you...but..look at him....stoic as a statue

--we have to try at least!

Her friend nodded, and looked at Ravenna,who was peeking at the door, and nodded again.

Santos just raised his eyebrows as Emilio entered the room dressed as a chicken.

Jer couldnt help but crack up, noticing the detail that Emilios nose was painted Orange.

Her eyes went to Mario, but he was just out the room.

She sighed and sat on the table they used for their briefings,holding her head--okay...third is the charm...come on now!.

Some hours later jerico, with help of the rest of the team and her friend glammed up the briefing room,to look like the main Hall of a castle in wich a royal ball was happening.

Santos entered the place and quickly noticed the change, still stoic looked at his wife--And this?

--Just a tiny surprise...wanna dance?--She offered her hand and went to hug him.

Santos, softly pushed her back,shaking his head--im sorry...I have some work to do...--he tried to lift her chin up,but she Turned her head away and pushed past him to leave the room.

-- Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me?!--Nico roared as their hands slap the table.

Santos just looked at them confused--what now?

--Dont what now me Santos!-They said--jerico has been trying to make you smile this whole day and you havent done anything but reject her!, do you have any idea how she feels?!

--She knows I dont smile

--You dont smile, you dont show any emotion!, are you for Real right now?!

Medina put a hand on his lovers shoulder and squeezed it Gently.

Nico sighed--Ill go check up on her...the last time we talked she was pissed,if I find her crying I swear to all thats holly, ill roundkick your ass, got it?!

They left, slamming the door shut, the rest could swear they felt the whole building shake.

When Nico came back they had to be restrained by both lamponne and Medina, as they found jerico deeply upset,not crying, but very upset.

Mario for a moment did fear for his life.

He had Walked to his Office,knowing that jerico would be there.

And his suspicions were correct,as he heard the soft tune of music.

"I'm going back to 505

If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive

In my imagination you're waiting, lying on your side

With your hands between your thighs

Stop and wait a sec

Oh, when you look at me like that, my darling

What did you expect?

I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

Or I did last time I checked"

He heard her sing, if she had to whip out her guitar he was really, really in deep deep shit.

"Not shy of a spark

A knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark

Frightened by the bite though it's no harsher than the bark

Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start"

He peeked through the door like a child, and his brows furrowed, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

"I'm going back to 505

If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive

In my imagination you're waiting, lying on your side

With your hands between your thighs

But I crumble completely when you cry

It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye

I'm always just about to go and spoil a surprise

Take my hands off of your eyes too soon

I'm going back to 505

If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive

In my imagination you're waiting, lying on your side

With your hands between your thighs and a smile"

As soon as jerico opens her eyes she hears the sudden clapping.

Her husband stands there with the biggest smile she has ever seen him with,leaving her guitar aside she goes to hug him.

He sweeps her off her feet instead, and sits her on his desk.

--All I had to do to make you smile is upset huh?

Marios smile quickly subsided, and so did Jers.

No..not Back at this.

And before he can say anything ,jeri breaks down in tears, hitting his chest with weak punches.

His heart breaks, And hugs her, finally listening to what his emotions were saying.

--Im so sorry--he whispers as he feels his throat getting choked up.

--You dont!you never feel anything!

His hands Cup her cheeks, forcing her to look up, his eyes water as he sees hers, drowning in tears-- I do...I dont show it because....--he looke away trying to clear his throat--im just afraid....afraid of being happy,I dont want to loose you,jerico

Jers hands Grab his and pulls him in for a hug--You wont loose me, I promise you wont, I love you too much...

He chuckles sniffling as some rebel tears run down his cheeks.

--I love you,you know that?i love you so much...

--i...I love you so much too...

Her eyes Open up and spark like stars when she hears what sounds choked up chuckles coming from Santos, then they transform into giggles, and then laughter, as he sniffs and holds her close.

--Youre my world,jer...

They pull appart, and jeri found another excuse to cry, as she saw the love of her life finally smiling with tears on the verge of his eyes

--you look so beautiful when you smile Francisco

Mario feels a tug at his heart when he hears her call him by his true name.

He smiles and kissses her-- I love when you say my name like that

Jer smiled--well...your name is as beautiful as you are

At night,after work Santos held jerico close,kissing her forehead.

--I love you jer...

--Me too

He smiles softly and kisses her.

--Your smile is so pretty

--Then I should smile more often...~

[tfw-no-tennis]

hunty movie 1

sooo ruth and i watched the first hxh movie holla

me as soon as we’re done w/the yorknew arc: OH FUCKY ITS ANIME MOVIE TIME

i love anime movies. theyre so often Entertaining As Hell, and also Not Very Good. its a very fun intersection 

overall this movie slots pretty easily into that category. it was a good time but nothing revolutionary. which is ok! and that makes sense bc its not canon apparently 

this movie was basically the ‘killua and kurapika have Trauma(tm)’ movie lmao 

we open w/killua having a trauma dream abt illumi, rehashing the stuff we saw in the hunter exam arc....we see this a few more times in the movie, and it really drives home how killua is still rlly scared of illumi and kinda just goes into a dissociative trauma state whenever illumi is around (even fake doll illumi or dream illumi, in this movie). poor kid :( :( 

regrettably tho ruth and i agree that illumis outfit in this movie was pretty sexy 

ok that whole beginning part where kurapikas eyes get stolen happens SO fast hvbfhdjshfsk its like ok guess thats the status quo for this movie!

jesus poor kurapika. they cant catch a fuckgin break huh

also that kid was totally the kid that was alluded to by kurapika at the end of the yorknew arc...so i guess that was included in the anime as a setup for this movie? 

also apparently that stuff was based off of a short story thing the author did a while ago which is p cool

leorios terrible drawing skills is hvhbjsdfbsdfngsjkdf

also leorio is so tender w/kurapika hhhhhhh im gonna die. im gonna gay die

and gon and killua are just. tiny soulmate boyfriends ok 

ah yes i see the obligatory movie original character who befriends the protag

it kinda cracks me up how hostile killua is to retz like vhbhskhdfbaj i get that its bc of Trauma and his fear of betrayal/betraying but it also reads as killua being a Jealous Gay which is kinda hilarious 

ruth and i when hisoka shows up: [prolonged annoyed groaning and dismayed yelling]

hisoka literally just shows up to sow chaos and throw around information to stir shit up huh

of COURSE the villain is the former 4th spider thats like. easy choice lmao 

it might just be the fansubs but i feel like there were strong implications that hisoka and 4th spider guy fucked bhjdfashfdjnakn

the most unbelievable thing abt this whole thing is that hisoka didnt kill that doll guy lmao 

ohhh shit its uvo

OHHH SHIT NOBUNGA AND MACHI....its so bad but i really like the troupe members and when they show up im like !!!!!!!

machi is so cooooool

aughhhh its like....i feel bad for nobunga for having to face down uvo like this....and THEN when pakunoda shows up too :( and nobunga tells her doll ‘rest in peace now’ or something when he cuts her down....oof. but also like theyre evil murderers so im!?! conflicted?!?!

also the shadow beast guys that uvo killed showing up and then proceeding to do LITERALLY NOTHING was kinda hilarious

and damn so technically the troupe is on the same side as the main crew, what with all of them wanting to wreck omokages shit

also omokage looks like sephiroth lmaoooo 

ill be honest i barely know what sephiroth looks like but ruth said this and i felt in my bones that its true 

ok i gotta talk abt the kurapika backstory stuff bc OUUGHGHGHGHGH my fucking UWUS BITCH!!!!

seeing a bunch of kurta was sad....and seeing baby-er kurapika OUGH and also pairo is sooo cute and him and kurapikas friendship is so pure 

kurapika is so different :( theyre like, so much more innocent and excitable....thats so damn sad bro wtf 

pairo pulling some slick moves swapping that little potion thing - all while using his blindness as a cover - was so good...no wonder he and kurapika get along so well 

also gotta say its even more brutal that one of the main reasons kurapika didnt get Big Murdered w/the rest of the kurta is bc pairo pulled this stunt - if he hadnt, kurapika wouldve failed the test and never would have left 

also kurapika saying theyre gonna find someone who can help w/pairos eyes ;_; the similarities w/leorios backstory/motivation makes me die 

and seriously im still caught up at how innocent and pure kp is oooof ough 

tho still defs the kurapika we know....theyve seemingly always had a temper, what with the reaction to the dudes in the market 

like, kurapika did NOT hold back...even after finding out that they were just part of the test! tho i do get it bc they insulted pairo...kurapika’s love for their friends/stalwart need to defend their friends is clearly a big thing 

also the market people’s reaction to seeing kp’s red eyes is rlly interesting to me...are the kurta like, known to anybody? or are they more of a vaguely talked-about group that like, ‘probably exists’? or is it that people know abt them but not the red eyes thing? it seems like these people, if any, would know, bc this market is seemingly a day’s travel from where the kurta live....i want more kurta lore bro!!

i big love pairo helping kurapika cheat like that....such an interesting twist, and makes it obvious that theirs is a friendship of equals 

anyways i loved that flashback stuff and it just drives home how absolutely fucked up and horribly sad kurapikas whole existence is, especially in this movie w/pairo’s doll being used against them

n e ways back to the non flashback stuff

i love that gon’s super nose returned for this movie omg 

im just auhghghghgh gon and killua know each other so well uwu....

aaaand illumi (well, doll illumi) is back to fuck shit up for poor killua

ugh it still gets me how clearly terrified of illumi killua is...we dont really see him act like this any other time :( and the fact that doll-illumi was able to scare killua enough to get him to run away and leave gon behind (albeit briefly) was oof 

gon jumping in front of killua and getting his eyes stolen instead....baby boyyyy oughhh

also can i just say thank fuck they didnt replace illumis eyes w/gons bc THAT wouldve been some serious nightmare fuel lmao 

cant believe killua then ran away again and walked emo-ly on the train tracks 

and THEN he saw a train coming and was like oh well :( guess ill die :/ JESUS KID 

but gon w/his Big Sniff Powers comes to the rescue!!

it was so cute how gon told killua that killua didnt run and abandon him - they were working together to fight :’) gon understands killua so well 

i love how the squad then squads up to fight omokage...with half of them being blind lmao 

and in the half that isnt blind is leorio, who STILL doesnt know nen, and literally brings a knife to a nen fight 

i totally saw the whole ‘retz is a doll and her older brother is omokage, and retz actually died a while ago’ thing coming lol but still, not bad

all omokage does is talk abt the beauty of his dolls or w/e like ENOUGH bro 

kurapika fighting pairo and killua fighting illumi (AGAIN) was all so fucked up they shouldve switched opponents for less trauma oof 

and poor leorio is literally no help vhhvdijfhjbashkj he just gets throw around this whole time

kurapikas fight against pairo was sad bc it was such a fucked up situation...kp did gr8 tho, i liked them saying that this isnt the real pairo, cause pairo would never say/do these things. still and extremely sucky situation to be in! 

meanwhile its the gon and killua vs doll-illumi rematch...and this illumi is like, a version of illumi drawn from killuas mind/heart (or something idk, it was kinda glossed over which i understand), which means that hes extra scary and focused on telling killua how much hes just a mindless killing machine who cant have friends 

but luckily we have gon here to help snap killua out of his trauma haze, which certaintly wasnt the case at the hunter exam - so it was kinda nice to see how things went w/gon around :’) they work so well together oughhhhh....and they love each other so much broo gay preteen love real 

hisoka just fuckgin materializing in the house place to help sow more chaos....unbelievable 

me: i bet hisoka wont want to fight doll chrollo bc its not The Same as real chrollo 

ruth: no i think he will bc hes a whore 

hisoka: [fights doll chrollo] 

me: oh shit u right 

kurapika: ok omogake its time for you to FUCKING DIE- 

and then killua stops them and says that he’ll do it, be he doesnt want kurapika to kill anymore :( :( :( bro im sooo fucking sad. killua rlly b out here thinking that hes already too far gone to matter when it comes to murder, but he doesnt want his friends to end up like that, so he might as well take on that burden, because whats one more person’s death on his hands? (EVEN THO HE SAID HE DIDNT WANT TO KILL ANY MORE...but theres exceptions when it comes to saving your friend’s souls and whatnot) :( :( AUGHHH

but luckily retz comes THRU with some good ole fratricide

killua: [takes notes]

the fact that the phantom troupe just fuckgin shows up and is like oh hey its you guys. this casual enemy stuff kills me lmao i love it 

then they just fuckgin LEAVE and theyre like welllll we cant rlly fight u bc of chrollo’s state so by i guess. its NOT On Sight but someday it will be! YOU TOO HISOKA DONT THINK WE FUCKIGN FORGOT ABOUT YOU. 

dramatic house burning! and rip retz, saw that one comin tho 

when they all went thru and said their life goals and then killua was like shit i dont have a cool definitive anime goal LMAOOOO

but THEN gon said his goals should be to stay by gon’s side UHMMM???? baby gays AUGHHHHH and killua is just like lovestruck AUGHHHH 

Gays Win 

then they all peace out to resume the next arc lmaoooo

and then we see flashes of other characters, like the blonde girl (who ruth and i totally thought retz was, seeing thumbnails from this movie....we were like w8 hasnt that girl not been introduced yet??? lmao)

we also see some dude w/long hair and a hat who ive never seen before but ruth went OHHH ITS SCYTHE GUY!!! so i guess hes gonna b important?? lol 

and then we saw chrollo....still in the same place the squad left him vbhajfdjkahsbfkdjabhsukfdj CAN HE NOT GET DOWN FROM THERE W/OUT NEN OR AN AIRSHIP??? THATS SO FUCKING FUNNYYYYYY ARE YOU KIDDING ME 

general thots:

so this was very much an Anime Movie, in that they cant like, advance to plot or develop the characters much, bc its a movie. and this one is non canon

it was enjoyable but i do feel like it was much more typical shounen then hxh usually is...like, i feel like this was made by the same people who make like, the naruto movies or w/e, and w/the same sort of approach/attitude 

this isnt necessarily bad - i LIKE shounen for a reason - but it was a bit noticeable bc it wasnt quite as smart as hxh is usually, and it rehashed a lot of stuff weve already seen in this show itself 

but still i think it did a good job w/what it had, and it had some good angst, and everyone was very gay which is good

the art style was SLIGHTLY wack but it wasnt as bad as i thought itd be 

overall a fun time like most anime movies. didnt reinvent the wheel but i had a good time. im excited for the greed island arc, and im also disproportionately excited to watch the hxh musical bc that is a thing that exists and i MUST see it asap bc that sounds like the kind of hilarious wackiness that appeals to me specifically

so thats it...later! 

[leviathan]

You could do parswoops where they are both pining and then swoops finds out that Kent is gay, but he doesnt make a move. then he gets jealous at a gay club while Kent is dancing, So they end up dancing together and making out

i love this ship a whole lot, y’all

(my hockey ocs/omgcp rosters for reference) / (shameless hockey blog self-promo)

—

Kent is beautiful when he plays.

Who is Jeff kidding—Kent is beautiful always—but watching him play is like watching poetry in motion, like watching a hawk in flight. Graceful, flawless, sleek; like he isn’t meant to exist anywhere else.

“You see something you like, Troy?”

Jeff almost jumps out of his skin. “Christ, Mercer; you want me to have a heart attack before we go against the Flames?”

Mercy hums and gives Jeff a significant look that makes him more than a bit nervous before leaning next to him against the glass and watching Kent practice trick shot after trick shot. Spence stands tall, all things considered, and Jeff is once again reminded of how lucky they are to have both Kent and Spencer on their team.

“Nah. You’re a way better winger than Hallsy. Don’t tell him I told you that, though.”

“Well there’s a reason he’s not on the first line,” Jeff sniffs and Mercy snorts out a laugh.

“Come on, you dork; let’s gear up before Parser drills a hole in Spence.”

Jeff watches as Kent shoots once more—a bullet that snipes top shelf, right past Spence’s glove hand, and makes Jeff’s stomach flip pleasantly—before following Mercy back towards the locker room.

///

Really Kent shouldn’t find Swoops cooking for him such a turn on.

Kent’s entire apartment smells like a Mexican restaurant, which is, arguably, the best thing his apartment has ever smelled like. He’d been shooed away from helping (“your hands alone are worth like two million a piece, Parser”) so he’s perched at the breakfast bar, chin in hand as he watches Swoops work.

Kent literally moans around his first bite of enchilada, which doesn’t even phase Swoops.

“Tell me again why you went into hockey and not chef school?” Kent says. “Because, like, no joke; this is the best thing I have ever put in my mouth.”

Swoops rolls his eyes, but Kent can see the grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Shut up and eat your enchilada.”

///

The thing is, Jeff really should have seen this coming. It’s not like Kent had been keeping it a secret—apparently fucking Mercy knew, that bastard—but actually hearing Kent say it hits him like a ton of bricks.

“Fairbanks’ Flowers, down on Second? Yeah, my ex got his mom mother’s day flowers from there once so it’s probably decent.”

Jeff feels his stomach drop.

Kent is watching him with a calm look but a defiant set to his jaw and the only thing Jeff can do is smile. He nudges Kent’s shoulder with his own and Jeff watches some of the tension drain from Kent’s frame.

“I’ll definitely check it out, then.”

///

It’s not like Kent keeps it a secret, the whole being gay thing. It’s just…it’s hockey, so it’s not exactly something he advertises. Mercy knows because they were road roommates their rookie year and he’d caught Kent making out with a guy on more than one occasion, but he’s the only one on the Aces who knows knows. Kent’s sure there are a few that suspect it, but he’s more than happy to let sleeping dogs lie.

So when he lets it slip to Swoops it’s half accident and half…well.

It’s not the first time Kent has had a crush on a teammate and in terms of teammate romances he’s batting a solid zero, but it’s not like crushes are logical because goddamn he’s have given anything to have a crush on a person who might actually like him back.

Swoops, though, he takes it in stride and Kent…well, Kent doesn’t know what to do with that. He doesn’t know what he’d expected, really. Swoops is a genuinely good guy and Kent thinks he remembers him saying something about his niece being gay, but it would have been so much easier if Swoops just turned out to be low key homophobic instead of so readily accepting.

But Swoops moves on like nothing ever happened, and for some reason, Kent’s stomach feels a little bit heavier.

///

“C’mon, it’ll be a good time. Everyone has to go to a gay club at least once in their life. I can show you how to dance,” Kent wheedles. “And besides, it’s, like, a Las Vegas law, basically.”

Jeff rolls his eyes but he feels his resolve crumbling. “Fine,” he says with what he hopes is a long-suffering sigh. “But you’re buying.”

“Hell yeah.”

///

The club is, well, a club.

Kent had managed to rope Mercy along too and Jeff imagines this isn’t the first gay club escapade he’s been dragged along on.

They all do a few brightly colored shots and Kent immediately makes his way to the dance floor, while Jeff hangs with Mercy at the bar.

Even that doesn’t last, and after Mercy finishes his beer, he follows Kent’s footsteps onto the dance floor.

“Hey. Can I buy you a drink?”

Jeff startles then blinks owlishly at the man who has approached him. He’s taller than him but shorter than Mercy (most people are shorter than Mercy), with tousled auburn hair and dark eyes that glint in the flashing neon light.

“I, uh—“ Jeff’s cheeks heat up. “I’m good, actually. Thanks though.”

The man shrugs but his smile doesn’t dim. “I’m Adrien. I’ll be over there if you change your mind,” he says, motioning with his chin to a spot at the far side of the bar before sliding away.

Jeff drains the rest of his vodka soda. Where the hell had Mercy and Kent gone anyway?

He scans the crowd, and— Oh.

Kent is…well, he’s dancing in the loosest sense of the word, grinding against someone Jeff can tell even from this distance is just as pretty as Kent is.

Jeff doesn’t know what comes over him, but one second he’s sitting at the bar and the next he’s pushing through the sweltering throng of bodies towards Kent.

Kent spots him and his eyes brighten. He says something to the man he’s dancing with and breaks away.

“Weren’t you gonna teach me how to dance?” Jeff shouts over the din.

Kent laughs and it’s a beautiful thing, even if Jeff can’t hear it.

“Show me what you’ve got.”

Jeff does, bouncing rhythmically along to the music.

Kent’s hands reach up to run down his shoulders. “Loosen up, old man. Try to look like you’re having a good time.”

Before Kent’s hands can drop, Jeff’s hands to go Kent’s waist to tug him closer.

Kent’s mouth goes slack and his grip on Jeff’s shoulders tightens instead of pulling away. The look in his pale eyes goes from light to something darker.

Jeff’s heart is in his throat as he dances to Kent’s rhythm. He’s acutely aware of every minuscule action, so when his thumbs slip under Kent’s shirt to brush his hipbones and Kent’s mouth parts slightly, Jeff acts on impulse, leaning down and catching Kent’s mouth with his.

It’s like something snaps and Kent’s fingers tangle in Jeff’s hair, tugging him down further.

It’s all teeth for a heartbeat; then Kent tilts his head and Jeff’s entire world shifts.

Jeff’s hands curl more firmly around Kent’s waist as Kent licks into his mouth and Jeff, well, all Jeff can do is kiss back with everything he has.

If watching Kent skate is something beautiful, being the sole focus of that fierce attention is something divine.

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

It's another smutty chapter.

Part 14: Desperation

“Quit touchin shit,” he mutters catching you as you try to masturbate. You thought he was sleep.

“Not when it’s mine to touch,” you counter, watching his back and waiting for him to show off. He doesn’t move as minutes pass. “Erik,” you whisper, “You’re not sleep. Why can’t you just let me borrow your tongue? You did it before.”

“Tongue machine broke. Dick machine up,” he mutters.

“NO. I want the tongue,” you reiterate.

“I know,” he says in a smiling voice that irks your soul. He knows his power.. But you're also sticking to yours.

"You can be so childish sometimes," you sigh getting up to take off the lingerie. It feels like such a waste.

“You the one with a puddle between your thighs still tryna control shit, it’s hilarious.”

You were fuming. You’d finally set your nerves aside to ask him for head, something you’d NEVER typically do just for the thickheaded negro to say NO.. Twice! It took you a while to come to an understanding as you stared at the polka-dotted lump beside you in disdain, only mildly embarrassed. You knew exactly what Erik wanted from you. He was playing a game that he expected to win by breaking you down until you relented to his sexual tyranny.

Your nostrils flare as you watch him sleep, his dreadhead smashed into the pillow. Thanks to his forced hydration, you’ve urinated enough times to fill an inflatable raft. Five times, your bladder has woken you and whispered up to your hand to slap fire out of him. The temptation has been great. The sixth time waking has you rushing to the toilet, groggy and irritated. You finally march out from the restroom slapping him on the shoulder and he doesn't stir. You shove him, his big body hardly moving, and he won’t open his eyes. He's that damn stubborn.

It's cool, I’ve got something for you, you nod. If he thinks your last move was bold, oh he'd see bold. Moving into the bathroom for a quick refresh of your nether-regions, you stick a careful finger up there to test it with a quick sniff and a quick taste. You're starting to think maybe you just don’t like the taste or mouth feel of bodily secretions in general. Looking in the mirror, you snatch your scarf off and adjust the PJ shorts and t-shirt you’d changed into after his threat. Although you wanted head, you weren’t ready for all of that extra that he wanted to do to you and you wouldn’t be intimidated into it. Erik's reign of tyranny would not commence.

Yours, however, would be effective immediately.

Watching your face in the bathroom mirror as you cackle soundlessly, mischief in your smile and intention, you turn to step from tile to carpet and pad silently back to the bed noting that Erik has not moved from that same spot that he's been buried in. That wicked smile stretches your face again. You've been a great pain in my ass, Stevens. It's my turn. You push down and kick off your shorts, not having underwear beneath and feeling the air. Suddenly this is all too real and you can feel your nerves kicking in, your heart racing. Whooshing out a calming breath, you blink and steel yourself. The A/C provides a low comforting hum in the background. No movement from Erik yet. Good. When you walk over to peek at his rugged yet youthful profile, still sleeping, you hesitate. The last time you woke him, he choked you on a reflex ingrained from his military days. You could still feel it when you thought about it. What would he do now, bite your clit off? Climbing gently back onto the bed, you throw your leg over his head and lower your pussy onto the side of his face that’s exposed, grinding. Spreading your lips, you make sure that your clit in particular wipes and grinds against his stubbly cheek. It feels good.. and bad at the same time but in the best way.

“Wake up,” you squirm. “Your country breakfast’s ready.” He still won’t move. “Eat it while it’s hot.” It's no later than 6 AM, but you've slept horribly and because of that it's time for him to pay.

He groans and breathes out deeply through his nose. “You got ya pussy on my face, ma?” His sleepy bass is so deep it makes you clench.

“I’ve got your breakfast on your face. Leftovers from last night that you’ve yet to finish. Aren’t you hungry?” Silence. You grind on his beard a bit more and wonder if he’s falling back asleep. Eventually you say ‘fuck it’ deciding to get yourself off using what you can access of his face.

“You nasty,” he mutters.

“And you’re allowing this to happen,” you contest, continuing your quest for an orgasm. His heavy hand collides against your bare ass cheek before gripping and rubbing it.

“Hella bold,” he sighs flipping over onto his back. “Go ‘head ride this tongue then.” His long pink tongue flops out and immediately the feeling amplifies. Now that he’s involved, he’s sucking and licking the right spots and making his tongue stiff for you to grind on and ride while you rock, grinding all over his lips, nose, mustache, and beard. When he snakes his arms around your thighs anchoring you down, you bite your lip containing a moan that threatens to spill. He knows what he's doing. He's got his soft lips clasped tightly on your clit and your mind goes blank, stalling like a frozen video on an old television with static. Suddenly he hums and oh my gosh... the vibrations go through you forcing your bottom lip free.

“Oh my God…”

“Mhm,” he hums, his tongue flicking for an added sensation that makes you leak. His lips suction off repeatedly with suction noises and every time, you feel yourself expand.

“Mmmmhh,” you moan breathing heavily, riding his face hard like it were a small mounted dildo or a stationary massager. “I’m gonna cum,” you gasp and he lifts you up off of his face right before you get there, flipping you onto your back. You can't stop your hips from moving as you stare up in anticipation.

---

Erik's dick was hard enough to cut diamonds having been celibate for days. He hadn't even masturbated. She looked down on Y/N's body naked from the waist down. Her pussy was engorged and ready, her sticky nectar wetting her juicy inner thighs. Her eyes showed perfect submission, her chest rising and falling fast like she was in heat. He licked his lips swallowing so not to drool, crawling over top of her body, his hands grabbing hers and pinning them over her head. Her hair still smelled like every good oil and he inhaled the scent deeply, his nose at her neck. She always smelled good, he could count on it. He kissed her right there on the side of her extended neck, biting and sucking her skin softly as she panted softly in his ear, mewling like a kitten, her hips still moving desperately. He had her. As much as she'd protested, he knew it'd end up this way. It always did when he touched her like this. He chuckled, the soft skin of her throat luring him in and calling him back. Sitting up to look her in the eye, he kept a hold on her hands.

"Relax," he whispered watching her dark pupils dilate. "I'm a let you go now. I want you to get up. Get dressed. I'm taking you to breakfast and we're gonna enjoy the day." Instantly she thrashed, like he knew she would. She was pissed. It made him laugh and his head dipped down beside her neck as she shook in her tantrum. She was so mad.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME," she yelled, her lips balling like someone's mama telling them to put something back in the store. Erik was in hysterics.

"Nah, suffer, because you can't take it when someone does this shit to you. How long have you been telling me no? Hm?" She thrashed again trying to kick her legs, but it was a fruitless effort, she wasn't overpowering him. "Calm the hell down. I asked you a question, we can stay like this all morning. It's gonna suck when you gotta piss again."

"I don't know, a few times," she yelled.

"Tell the truth...," he cautioned, brows high.

"A LOT," she snapped.

"A while... See? You don’t like hearing no either! Being left to take care of your own needs when all your partner gotta do is give in? Annoying ain't it!? You see what the fuck you be putting me through?" She was seething, trying to intimidate him with a baby glare that only made him want to kiss her.. or break her. She didn't know what real malice was. She wasn't taking his words as seriously as she needed to and he was starting to lose his patience. The rougher dom was about to come through.

---

You glare at him, thinking of yanking your body again to try to knee him in the balls because he won't let go! Your pussy is still clenching uncontrollably and independant of you and you've finally had enough. All you can really think is, "Fuck you, Erik. Fuck this room. Fuck your motherfuckin house. Fuck your stupid gotdamn rules!"

"I like that dirty ass mouth. You tryna kiss my dick with that mouth?"

"You're such an asshole, I don't know why I bother with your stupid confused ass! You don't even deserve it!" You jump again and he releases you a bit before slamming you down harder, restraining your wrists and and legs with his weight. You think of yelling again but then you see his eyes and your voice leaves.

That deep.. menacing.. ice cold, unpredictable, penetrating stare. All the warmth leaves your body at once replaced with a chill and for a second you wonder who.. or what.. you're actually dealing with. It's that look from that day at your apartment when something strong in you warned you to run. You can't tell if he's angry or detached, but you also can't look away. His mouth approaches your ear and you hold your breath, frozen, your eyes on what you can see of him.

---

The sudden fear in her eyes made him check his expression. He had a bad habit of letting himself a little too loose with her. He was seeing her as prey. Hunt, chase, kill.

“I clearly remember telling yo ass these nuts ain’t free. I don’t give a damn how fine you are, you won’t get any nut off me until you beg me and I mean that shit. From the wells of yo mothafuckin soul, I wanna feel the conviction in your voice tingle in my balls.. until I say it’s enough. Then and only then will I give you what you need.. and trust me, sweetheart… You need this shit.”

Her back arched off the bed and he could feel her body tremble, her shoulders harlem shaking under him like she was cold. It came straight from her spine as he put his nose in the crook of her neck. Damn, she was sensitive.

“Don’t move,” he released her wrists to push down on her pubic bone. Her whole pussy was wet and it had spread to her thick and shining inner thighs. He slapped her pussy listening for her light gasp as she twitched before rubbing with his hand up and down the lips, massaging away the sting. “Wet ass pussy and you still playing.” His finger stroked up and down teasing her entrance feeling her clench before slipping inside to feel her. Her mouth opened and her eyelids went half-mast as he watched her dysfunctional pupils stare past him, seeing nothing. The wet, squishy flesh rubbing against his middle finger made his jealous dick twitch in his briefs. It was laying all up on her though his briefs, he knew she could feel it. He slipped in a second finger and it was instantly coated as his fingers pumped back and forth, curling to tap and stimulate her g-spot.

Her chest heaved and she exhaled a loud breath that tangled with a mangled moan, her lip wedged between her teeth. Her dumb ass was still holding back as her ass tried unsuccessfully to rise up from the bed.

---

“You don’t even have a clue,” he sighs, humored by something. You keep your attention on his eyes unsure of what he’ll do next. The seconds feel like minutes as he stares through you as if reading a passage that’s inked onto your very soul. “You a fuckin brat. You know what that is? Hm?” You can feel his fingers stretch you apart and pull out only to push back in, stroking and stimulating your entrance and walls. When his rough thumb rubs over your swollen clit, it’s the sensation you’ve been subconsciously waiting for. That sweet spot. Your brain stalls again, an image stuck on stutter as your eyes roll and your eyelids blink rapidly. He knows exactly what he's doing.

“Look at me,” he orders gripping your jaw when you can't. “I said look at me. Open them pretty eyes.” His grip tightens, his fingers digging into your cheeks smushing them into a fish face that you don't have the energy to focus on. He’s never ceased his motion in your pussy and you just wanna cum. It’s right there, you can feel it close. His grip on your jaw tightens again and you force your eyes open to look up at him fighting the urge to close them.

“There you go focus them eyes on daddy. You gonna be a good girl?”

“Don’t stop. Don't you d-”

“Shut the fuck up, I'm controlling this shit. I control the pace and what we do.” He pulls his fingers out and you pout as they go directly into his mouth, his eyes still on yours. You feel yourself throb, missing the feeling of him already. “BEG. Show me how bad you want that nut.” You bite your lip. “I'm not buying it,” he whispers in a sing-song voice.

“Dude,” you whine, “I've been horny out of my mind since last night, I'm dying! Do that thing you did before with your tongue... Please, please make me cum already,” you moan, with your eyes set on his. You still remember when he edged you in your own room and left you aching for release. “Please finish!”

“We in the same boat and I'm not used to dry spells... You on the right path though. Let that freak loose,” he whispers holding your face in his hands, his thumb lightly brushing your bottom lip.

“You’re turning me the fuck on right now and I’m already soaked.”

“Mm..” He licks his lips giving you flashbacks.

“Please..”

The more you talk, the closer her gets. He has that look again.. but it's contained his time. Not so scary. He's adapting.. to you. You can't help but feel a little proud.

“Grab my dick. Pull it out… What it feel like?”

---

“Lead..” she scoffs, “A velvet bookend.”  

“...Why are you like this?” Erik shook his head, humored as her feminine fingers roamed up and down his shaft. He watched her as she bit the inside of her full bottom lip, looking up at him, her almond eyes falling all over his body in admiration as he stood shirtless with his locs free. He made his pecs dance and a fire brightened in her eyes. He could feel desire palpable and radiating from the brown goddess, her hips wide and rounding out into thick brown thighs.. the picture of perfection. She was still touching him in wonder and he caught the spark of an idea in her eyes. What you finna try, little girl?

“Let me suck it, please... Daddy?” That was the keyword. He knew she was smart. “Can I suck it? I wanna suck it so bad.”

Oh word?

“Put it in your mouth.” He was willing to bet money that she didn't know how to suck dick right. Usually, that would be a huge dealbreaker but somehow when it came to her, he always had the patience. He was confident in her ability to master anything she put her mind to. She put the tip in her mouth and sucked.

“Lick the shaft, up and down the sides,” he said watching her tongue flatten and glide up and down. “Spit on it. Make it sloppy. More of that,” he pointed out when she drooled spit onto him. She licked up and down the underside of his dick before returning the head to her mouth.

“If you bite me that's yo ass. Go ahead and suck that dick.” The longer she went, the more into she got, looking up at him through her lashes. “You tryna make daddy buss?” Her head bobbed in an affirmative, her tight lips and soft wet mouth enveloping him in warmth. Drool dripped down his shaft making him feel appreciated.

“Your life’s purpose as of right now is to please daddy as Daddy's lil angel. Convince me that you've given in completely to your role.” He rested his hands behind his back as she incorporated the use of her hands on his base. “You learn fast, baby.” The praise made her go harder. It made the head sloppier as she swirled her head around his head. He could tell she was loving it. “Twist your hands, like a pepper grinder,” he breathed, feeling like that nigga. “Keep sucking it. More, just like that.. yeaah, until I'm completely satisfied… Oh shit..” She was doing it a little too well now.

“You did this before?”

She shook her head no with a proud smile.

“My little genius.. lick them balls. Keep stroking my dick.”

---

You sucked, and licked, and stroked, and drooled as the more you did it, the more you wondered if you were doing it right. Would he ever cum? What was taking so long? He looked like he was enjoying it and you could hear his moans that had you dripping, but still no cum.

“If you think I’m that easily assuaged you must not know daddy like that,” he says suddenly reading your mind. “Surprise, my love,” he chuckles, “This shit stay hard like a jolly rancher. You gotta work harder.” You can feel it thumping in your mouth, his heartbeat. “Mm.. Do you want it down your throat baby? You want that big dick down your little throat?”

“Mhm.. mhm,” you mumble, mouth full.

“Say it. With the dick in your mouth, beg me.”

“Ah awhn ha hi hahee..,” he stares down and you add, “How hi hoat, hahee hees.”

“That’s my big girl.” You don't know how he understood you. “That’s how you ask for this dick. That’s how you get what you want. Tap my leg if you feel like you gonna throw up. We don't do that.” His dick slides back toward your throat. You can feel him pass your tonsils and you grab his thighs pulling him closer. You have no gag reflex. Surprise, nigga.

“SHIT BITCH,” he roars, cackling at the ceiling before he unleashes fire, throatfucking your face. Spit flies from your mouth and you can feel your nose run as his grip stays hard on the back of your head. You still need to breathe. “Look at me... Oooh shit. Eyes watering. I'm taking your fucking soul. Leave it on this dick, you don't need it.” When he pulls out, you pant with a thick line of drool down your chin and runny snot mixed with tears on your top lip. He goes to the bathroom to bring back tissue, wiping your nose and top lip clean. You still have drool galore.

“Spit that back on my dick... Now suck it,” he hisses, “Hands down don’t wipe it. Look at me and tell me what's rule three?”

If you own it it's yours and you'll do whatever the fuck you want with it. You mumble it around his dick as best as you can.

“I've been so damn patient, spoiling you. I ain't do half the shit I could've done to you. You were basically free. Now you don’t have a fuckin choice. I'm taking what's mine. If I hear a wait, stop, or no, I'm fucking you harder. Nod if you understand.” You nod and he pushes you off of his dick lifting you and tossing you back onto the bed before dropping over top of you. Your knees lift and you cover your face as they get pushed back out of the way, your ankles guided over his large shoulders. “Look down. I want you to watch as I fuck you.”

“I- w- LET ME SAY SOMETHING DAMMIT.”

“I don't wanna hear it, I already know! You look at the girls I fuck and you scared I’m a fuck you just like that, all rough and shit. Am I right? You scared I’m a slide this dick a lil too deep in that wet ass pussy.. hit it too good.. flip that switch and trigger something crazy. Newsflash, I already know you a freak.” His smirk is accusatory.

“Look! All I'm saying is.. slamming whatever amount of inches that is,” you point to the slimy monster that was just in your throat, “Into a 4 inch deep cavern is reckless and excessive. You’re a mathematician, Mr. Statistics, do the math on that. I’m not Cierra and my vagina has WALLS. You can’t just run through WALLS and what you won’t do is dog my pussy out. Save that energy for Ms. Bitch or whatever you named her. Ain’t no preparation in the world enough for all that.”

“You telling me how to give dick now? I give good dick on the regular. Yo ass never had it. How you gonna tell me,” he laughs. His dick pushes into you catching you off guard and sits at your pulsing entrance, heavy. “SHIT..,” you both gasp at once. He stalls allowing you to adjust. You can feel him throb as you squeeze, his eyes shut. Then he opens them, renewed anger on his face. “Oh I’m a fuck this pussy up.. Goddammit.. I'm a fuck you how you know deep down you need to be fucked and you gone take the shit like a champ.”

---

He went deeper as she slapped and shoved at his chest, arms, and stomach trying to keep him still. He'd already gotten a taste. It was too late. He slid deeper and she groaned, whimpering and whining between heavy breaths. “You finna cry,” he teased lowering his body down onto hers as his hips grinded into hers. “I got you. Go ‘head cry. Cry for daddy.” On cue her tears fell and he licked them as they slid past the outer corners of her eye, down the side of her face. Salt. He bit her quivering bottom lip as she moaned loudly, scratching his back with her nails. She couldn't control her volume, it was up and down, high pitched. "Way-way-wait," she gasped, pushing once she realized her mistake. "NO, WAIT!" His response was to slam his dick into her, over and over... stomach to stomach. She screamed and beat his back and arms with her fists while trying to squirm away. He kissed her neck, whispering in her ear. “Where you think you bout to go? You ain't going nowhere. You gone fuckin hate me. Then you gone love me.” Her nails dug roughly into his flesh and he knew he was bleeding, but it ain't phase him. He bottomed out listening as she whispered every profane word she knew.

"I feel you tryna nut. You think you deserve it?"

"Yess!" That was the only clear thing she said, the rest was unintelligible gibberish but he understood the spirit of it.

"Beg me for that nut," he grinned. He knew he was being aggravating. He planned to let her nut regardless. He was close himself. She begged and he could feel the urgency in her voice. She was so scared he'd pull out and leave her like that. Not this time though. She came hard, wailing, back to back her orgasms came... Her face and her eyes were stuck. He chuckled.

“Fuck.. you, mother..fucker, I hate you,” she cried breathlessly when she could finally talk.. an on and on.

“Your pussy ain't get that message. Listen to her.." The loud smacking in the air made his point. "She say FUCK you, she happy!” She was so wet, he could fill a cup. The loud smacking noise drove him crazy. “Make me wait all this fuckin time. You gone gimme my shit.” He lifted, flipping her over onto her stomach. “Toot that ass up. Spread your knees.”

She went straight to it and he sunk his dick into her pressing into her arch to deepen it.

“Oh you love this dick now,” he smirked, “Annoying ass brat. You know you irk the fuck outta me sometimes? You could've been had this dick, but you like to play. You like to tease a nigga till he grab you by your hair..” He gripped her kinky hair in his fist. “And fucks you till you can't think.. That's what you want?” Her moans were unceasing. He slapped her ass cheek watching it jiggle. "Words."

"Nnnmmmhh... Oh my God.."

"Come nut on this dick then." He fucked her roughly and she when she came yet again, the tears and whimpering returned full force. "Feel good?" Her body shook. He watched her spasm. Yeah, she was feeling good. Now it was his turn to chase a nut.

He fucked her like her name was Cierra and she'd broken ten rules, his hand gripping the back of her neck and her face in the comforter. He fucked her like he'd just lost a friend from a hit that went wrong and didn't have a chance to feel it. All of his anger and frustration and regret went into her pussy until he was sweating buckets and grunting.

She'd stopped moving. He looked down suddenly fearful, his heart skipping a beat.. slowing his stroke down a bit. "Y/N?.. Angel?"

She shuddered, blowing out a tired breath and her ass jumped in a twitch. He sighed in relief as he increased his pace again.

She panted desperately. Say no if you want, he laughed to himself. She couldn't talk.

"I'm a fuckin marry you," he gaped in awe. "I thought yo ass was dead. Hold up," he smirked, hand still dripping the back of her neck. "Daddy finna power up.. yeaah," he chuckled listening to her whimper. "Missed time, my angel... This yo fuckin fault..," he breathed staving off his nut with a grunt. "..Yo fuckin fault."

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[sauveteen]

Need You | s.m

just.... angst (no this isn’t a series i just wanted to use a name kay) check the tags for a trigger warning PLEASE!

Teresa’s always been half a step behind on everything. Whether it was puberty and growing boobs overnight, finding a boyfriend, having her first kiss and eventually her first time, she was always the ‘It’ll happen, don’t worry’, or the ‘I’m sure you’ll find someone’ kind of a gal. Now, as she climbs up the stairs to her dorm, keys spinning around her fingers, whistling the tune to a country song, she realises that she’s half a step behind on life, too. She dressed up and she put on makeup and she did her hair and came back without anyone by her side and that isn’t fair, is it? Teresa, of all people, deserves someone walking her home. She deserves someone waking up next to her and not hating her for drooling all over their pillow. She deserves to come home to a funny, and if God’s gracious enough, cute guy.

She shakes her head, laughs a little at the joke her life’s become, and steps onto the landing of her floor. And then she stops in her steps, does a double take, and stares. (She might have gawked a little too, if she’s being honest.) When she said she that she deserved to come home to a cute, funny guy, she didn't mean Shawn. Well. Shawn’s funny, at times, and he's admittedly cute, too, but he looks like he's several steps behind on everything, more than she is, and that kind of upsets Teresa a little. She stands there a moment, watching his hunched figure, his blotched face and and his tear stained cheeks and the curls he'd obviously been running his hands through and thinks Fuck, I’m going to cry.

He hasn't noticed her yet, she assumes. He's staring at a wall and his eyes have this absent look in them and her heart’s beating against his chest because someone's hurt him. Someone's hurt him so, so, so terribly bad and for some godforsaken reason he's at her door and she's going to have to look at his face and pretend like she's okay. She isn't. She can't see people hurt, and if he's here then he either expects her to console him or talk to him or listen to him and. And Teresa's terrible at every single one of those things. She's good at whistling through her nose and blowing bubblegum bubbles and aligning frames just right without having to use a leveller but God is she terrible at all things emotional.

It's Shawn, though, and she considers him a friend. He has to consider her one too, if he's unabashedly upset and on her doorstep, so she silently closes the distance between the two. Takes her heels off at the stairs, and tiptoes her way over to her room. Shawn blinks, then, and looks up at her. And then his face twists, and sure, he might be the one crying, but she's the one whose heart twists into itself.

“I'm drunk,” Shawn admits, wobbly chin making her head hurt. He mumbles a little, reaching out to tug at the bottom of her dress. Teresa kneels in front of him, placing her heels on the floor, and pretends like she knows what she's doing. She doesn't. She doesn't even know why Shawn's here, of all places, since he has other, better friends and they barely know each other, but there's little she can do about it. She's The Chosen One tonight. She never knew a reference from her favourite book could leave such a bad taste in her mouth.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, Tess.” Tess. He's never called her that before, has he? Has he ever called her anything apart from Acosta or dumbass? She doesn’t think so. “I'm so drunk.”

“Did you get lost?” She doesn't know what to do with her hands. Should she reach for his face, should she hold his hand, should she play with the strings of his hoodie? She doesn't know. Fuck. When Shawn reaches towards her, though, fingers brushing along her knuckles, she turns her palm upwards and interlaces their fingers. Good. He's doing most of the work.

“No.” He says, and then sniffs. Her lips pull down in a frown, and she decides that she's going to be here a while, so Teresa folds her legs under herself, and she listens to him talk. “I— I didn't get lost. I. Tess—” His voice breaks, and his head drops. Softly, as if ashamed, he mutters, “I need you.”

Teresa isn't going to lie. If there's one thing that life's taught her, it's to always be honest to herself. And to be honest, she's a little confused. A lot confused, actually. Sure, she considers them friends, and sure, he bought her coffee once, but that's it. That's all it ever was, all that it ever was supposed to be. A friend from class who she occasionally swapped notes with and asked for pens. But he's here now, and she can tell he's trying to push his tears back in, and he says he needs her. He doesn't know her, and he probably only knew where her dorm was because he stole her binder and had to return it, but he needs her right now. And she has to be there for him, no matter how confused she is or how rough the carpet feels under her bare legs. She squeezes his hand, though, because she feels like that's a good start. Her words fail her, and she finds the fact that she writes as a passion a little ironic at the moment, but he squeezes her hand back and that's all the assurance she needs.

“Do you—” Teresa clears her throat, unsurely brushing the back of his hand with her thumb. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really.”

Well fuck, then. What next?

“Shawn,” Teresa places two fingers under his chin because that's how it is in the movies, and she tips his head up to look at him better. “You need to tell me what's wrong.”

“I— I can’t.” He sniffles, and then he chuckles, and she'd be confused if his previous claim hadn't hit her again. He's hurt, sure, but he's drunk. “She made me promise.”

“Who's she?”

“My girlfriend.” Shawn says this, and then his eyes widen a little. He sucks a breath in, leans away from her, and takes his bottom lip between his teeth. Giggles emptily. “I meant my ex. I think. I don't know.”

“Did she—” Teresa doesn't know how she's supposed to ask something like this. She tips her head forward, finding his other hand and folding their hands together on his lap, and continues solemnly, “Did she hurt you, Shawn? Are you hurt?”

“I can't say. M’not allowed to. She said that. I'm not allowed to tell you, Tess.”

“You're crying.”

“Yes. Was. M’not crying anymore, see?” Just as he claims that, a tear rolls down his cheek, and Teresa gingerly thumbs it away. She hopes that the Gods that are pulling the strings at this very moment are enjoying the show, because really, she isn't. She's so close to tears that one might mistake her for the victim. “Won’t cry over her.” A sob rakes through his body. Shawn lurches forward, heaving as if he needs to throw up, and tightens his hold on Teresa. His head finds purchase on her shoulder, warm breath fanning against her skin. Unsurely, she reaches for the back of his head, pulling him into herself. If she couldn't feel his tears on her skin or his laboured breath against her shoulders then maybe, maybe she would've joked about the awkwardness of it all, but she can't. Not right now. Right now, Shawn needs her.

“Wanna play a game, Shawn?” Shawn shakes his head, curls brushing along the tops of her shoulders, but she persists. When she thinks comfort, she thinks two things: her mom’s cream cheese sandwich and her stupid, stupid game.

“What's your name, Shawn?”

“You're so stupid,” He mutters. His lips brush against her skin and she jolts a little, but he speaks again. “I was so stupid.”

“Hi, Shawn, I'm Teresa. Who's your favourite singer?”

Shawn doesn't reply. She scratches the back of his head, resisting the urge to instinctively kiss his temple, and guesses for him, “John Mayer? Me too. Love the guy. Dad material. What's your favourite book?”

Shawn doesn't answer, and she doesn't expect him to, but his breathing evens out after a while. She expects him to let go, but he holds onto her like he expects her to continue, like her mom's makeshift questionnaire isn't a stupid shenanigan she made up for her stubborn daughter but something that actually makes him feel better. Teresa humours him, rubbing a hand up and down his back, and asks, “Why are you here, Shawn?”

His face is resting on her shoulder now, not against it, so when he whispers she hears it clear as day. “My friends can't know.”

“Know what?”

“Why we broke up. If. If we broke up, then why. She cares too much, what people think.” Teresa’s about to ask him why his friends can't know, but he speaks again, and she swallows her words and wishes she would've choked on them. “She cares about everything. And everyone. She— she pretends to care about charities. Doesn't even like puppies.”

Teresa’s lips pull down in a frown. “That's not very nice, Shawn.”

“Yeah,” he exhales heavily through his nose, pulling away, and decidedly wipes at his face. Teresa wants to tell him it's futile because the waterworks are still wild and he's still crying, but. But she doesn't. “I'm sorry. She's… allowed to fall out of love.”

“Mhmm,” she rubs a hand down his arm, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. She wishes she knew what happened. She wishes she could hug him better, and maybe whip him up a cream cheese sandwich, but it isn't Teresa that Shawn needs. It's an outlet, a dumping ground. And all things considered, Teresa’s weirdly okay with being a dumping ground if it helps someone heal.

“I just— Tess.” He chokes back a sob, running a hand through his hair, fruitlessly tugging at the roots. His face is flushed, and when he moves the neckline of his tee to hunt for a necklace, she sees that so is the rest of him. He's hurting so bad that he looks sick, and so Teresa isn’t surprised when her lip quivers a bit. It's like he's struggling to form a sentence, and when he does, he mumbles it. Like he's admitting it to her, but he wishes he didn't have to. “I… I wish she'd cared about me.”

Teresa’s always been a little overdramatic, but when she says that her heart literally breaks into two at how shattered he sounds, she isn't exaggerating. All soul, all vigour leaves him then, and he defeatedly falls against the wall. Fixes her with an empty stare. “I deserved it.”

“Oh, Shawn,” Teresa whispers, finding herself between his parted legs, hands gently cupping his face. She wipes his tears away, trying ignore how hot his skin feels under hers. She hopes to God he isn't running a fever, and shuffles closer, “Don't say that.”

“It's what she said. I deserved it.”

Teresa’s lost. She doesn't know this girlfriend, and even if she did, how does one respond to that? Who says that, though? Who says that when you've just broken up? Right, she realises not long after, Shawn doesn't even know if he's broken up or not.

His lips part, and Shawn draws in a laboured breath. He's looking at her face, but he isn't there. She can't reach him, even though he's physically in her hands. This entire ordeal has done fucked him up, Teresa concludes. “Do you think.” He blinks, struggling to keep his eyes open. “That she ever loved me?”

He deserves honesty. After what he’s been through and what she knows he’ll continue going through, she owes him that. “I don’t know, Shawn.” She whispers, eyebrows scrunching together, “I wish I did. I so badly wish I did. But listen to me, okay? Whatever happened, you didn’t deserve it, okay? Nobody deserves anything that hits them this hard.” Shawn’s head dips, like he’s trying to deflect. Like he doesn’t believe her. “No, no, Shawn. Listen to me.” She brings his face back up, and she realises that maybe, maybe she was shit at consoling people because she never cared about them. It was always sympathy, never empathy. She realises that now because as she sits there, trying to get him to listen, Teresa feels herself physically coming apart, too. Shawn didn’t deserve this, and he should know that.

“Hi, Shawn, can you hear me? Check check.” She jokingly taps his ear, and he leans into her touch. “Listen to me. I don’t care what she said, alright? I don’t care. You’re my friend and you don’t owe me jackshit yet you’ve always, always been the nicest guy around. You’ve walked me to the building when I was too scared of the dark, you’ve brought extra pens to class because you know I always forget mine, you finished my essay because I fell asleep on my desk after a rough day. Normal guys don’t do that. They don’t do shit if there isn’t something there for them, and yet you always have. You deserve nothing but happiness. Shawn. Do you believe me?” She sniffs, willing herself to continue. “You only deserve love.”

“No.” He tips his head back on the wall, letting his eyes flutter shut. “No, m’nothing but a pretty face. No personality. I get pushed around. What guy lets themself get pushed around? Just a pretty face, nothing else.”

“Shawn—”

“I.. I got punched, once.” He looks her in the eye this time, and Teresa falls back on the floor, bringing her knees up to her chest. Dumping ground, she reminds herself. She needs to let him vent. “And I— I could’ve hit him back. She said that. She said I could’ve hit him back, and I should have. But I didn’t want to. That guy, he… he looked terrible. He’d had a rough day, I could tell. I didn’t want to add to it?”

“That makes you a good guy, not a pushover.”

“No. Real guys don’t take fists to the face and walk away. Only pretty, pushover guys do.”

“That isn’t you talking. It’s her.”

“But she’s right, isn’t it? This wouldn’t have happened if I was a man. She wouldn’t have gone to him and—”

Teresa’s eyes widen, somewhat in realisation, but more so in pain. He’s been cheated on. She isn’t sure, and she’ll probably never be, but it all makes sense now. Why he kept saying he deserved it. Why he couldn’t tell his friends. Why he looks like he’d dressed up for a date, but is outside of her dorm, crying. It all makes a little too much sense, and she finds herself struggling to breathe as she watches him gulp painfully.

“Shawn, buddy, why are you here? Where’s Oliver?”

Shawn’s best friend. Shawn’s supposed to be crying with him, not her. Where is he?

“He—I, we..” And when Shawn scrunches his nose, squeezing his eyes shut to press his tears in, Teresa knows. She knows, and she fucking hates it. “We’re— not… talking. Anymore.”

“Oh my God,” The words fall out of her lips in muted whispers, but she knows Shawn hears. He knows that she knows too, now, and he thought it might come as a relief. It’s all easier if she knows. He doesn’t have to lie, he’s tired of lying, he’s tired of having to pretend like he’s okay. But he sees the switch in her demeanour. He sees her eyes go from empathetic to pitiful, and he knows he’s blown it. He doesn’t what he was expecting any way. For her to hug him better? To make him the cream cheese sandwich she once told him about? He’s so stupid. He’s so stupid and he knows he won’t ever stop blaming himself for what happened, but when Teresa reaches over to pull him into his arms, he lets her. He allows himself to breathe her in and hold her close because he isn’t sure when he’ll have this again. Shawn doesn’t know if he’ll find the warmth that Teresa emanates, the warmth that she used to emanate, without stupidly breaking his own heart again. He doesn’t know, for now, all he knows is that he was unworthy of her. Unworthy of her love, and that he deserved it.

He cries into Teresa’s shoulder, and when he’s all out, he’s so sure he hears her crying too.

im not tagging people because this shit is pretty useless lmao iefmv 

[byuncock]

Time

Baekhyun x You

angst, fluff(?)

2.1k words & Not Edited

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2 years. It took two years for you to finally move on. Finally, mature. Finally, be ready. Although it doesnt seem like a long time it sure felt like it.

You dont know how Baekhyun is holding up, but you dont care. All you care about now is that you are finally content. Happy should be the next goal, but the fact that you finally moved on and can face the tragic past means the world.

There would be times where memories of Baekhyun with women and your very last phone call with him would haunt your mind. Your heart still slightly ache at the memory, but it’s normal. People reminisce things all the time whether it’s good or bad. Feeling this is and should be normal.

It was a tuesday. The sun is shining, birds are chirping, and flowers are blooming. A very beautiful day it is. And to match that, your mood was uplifting.

Since you couldnt let this day go to waste going out and having some me time wouldnt hurt. It’s been a long while since you actually went out for fun and not just for errands or groceries.

Your friends would try to drag you, but they cant force you. Their efforts remain useless, but they end up spending time with you at your place anyways.

After freshening up you put on a casual, but nice outfit. Off to fun you go. Before heading to your actual destination you stopped by your favorite bubble tea cafe that you haven’t visited ever since the break up.

As you enter you take in your surroundings. The place didnt change much but they did revamp it to match the seasons. There were cute cherry blossoms adorning the place here and there. Cute stuffed animals holding a bubble tea plushie. So cute, you chuckled to yourself.

Heading to the cashier before even getting to say your order the cute girl smiled brightly at you, “We got your order so please take a seat and it’ll be right out!”

Tilting your head in confusion you let out an awkward chuckle, “but i haven’t ordered yet” you smiled politely.

“Oh right! There was a nice man in front of you who told us he was ordering for you and paid it” she smiled, her eyesmile showing.

You quickly scan the place to find a familiar face then turned back to the cashier. “Do you happen to know how he looks like?”. The girl nods and points over to the table in the corner of the cafe. Following her hand you take a look.

His back was facing you. He’s wearing a puffy gray jacket off the shoulder of his white top, some jeans, and a black cap. Still confused you turned back to the cashier and thanked her.

You contemplated going over to the mysterious person. Not sure if you should thank them for buying your drink or not associate with them at all just incase they were a creep. Shrugging it off that it was going to be creep you made it over to the person.

Putting on a small smile as you approached. He seems to be busy tapping away on his phone to notice you until he heard someone slipping into the seat across from him. Looking up his eyes widen.

Your smile falters a bit. Although he is wearing a cap and a mask you could instantly tell from those brown orbs who they belong to. The broad shoulder from when you examined his back earlier should of told you who it was but you ignored.

The two of you sitting across from each other speechless while staring straight into each other’s eyes. No words were exchanged, but the tension was there.

The both of you could of sat there staring for the rest of the day until one of the workers brought your drinks over. Small mumbles of thank you were heard.

Now that you have your drink you should thank him and leave. “I came by to say thank you for the drink” you gave a slight nod and got up to leave.

Before you could even take a step from your seat he reached out, “Wait” he says a bit too loudly with one of his arms stretched out to hold onto your arm.

You stared at him, waiting for him to continue only to have him stare at your face. Questioning him by giving him a look. His eyes moved to the arch of your brow and remembered why he told you to wait.

He calls your name out before continuing, “Ho-how have you been?” he tries to make small talk. Fidgeting in his seat from your intimidating aura. How could two years possibly be enough to change someone? he thought. He must admit he did change for the better, matured a lot and that could be verified by his members, but his heart still longed for you.

Licking your lips you sat back down. “Honestly, it wasnt the best two years of my life, but i eventually got better and now i am better than before” you give a smile.

The smile that doesnt fail to have his heart skip a beat. And to think he had the guts to even cheat on you. A fucking moron he is. “That’s great” he let out a breath he didnt even know he held.

“I just… i just wanted to let you know that i am still so sorry for what happened and what i did to you when we were together… I never once stopped loving you” he starts off. Feeling tears starting to come up to his eyes. He swallows the ball in his throat that is keeping him from talking and lets out an exhale to calm down. “I spent the last two years regretting my actions that fucked everything up and bettering myself. To be a better person for you so that once we meet again if you were to give me any type of chance i will prove it to you that i have matured. I will not handle my loneliness and longing for you for when i am not near you by being with another woman, but instead talking it out, making sure that you are the only woman i will be with the rest of my life. And that i will prove to you everyday until the very end that i love you and only you.” he confesses. Tears were making its way down his cheeks as he sniffed. Wiping his cheek as he looked at you with hopeful eyes.

Overwhelmed was an understatement. You were taking it in. You were slowly taking in everything he had just said, but you couldnt help but notice how when the tears rolled down his cheeks, they were no longer mochi. As you scan him you see how much he has suffered. You’d be lying if you said you didnt feel a tiny bit satisfied that he was finally suffering and it wasnt just you. but pushing the pettiness aside. You didnt even realize you were crying until your nose was clogged up, making you sniff.

The ache in your heart slowly coming out, though it’s faint it’s still there. Your mind was reeling for the perfect words to say. Baekhyun patiently waited for you to speak as he wiped his tears that slowly kept falling down and drank some of his drink to calm himself down.

Only when he saw you open your mouth to speak he stopped drinking and listened. “I dont know what to say truly… but i’ll start off by saying thank you. I accept your apology and forgive you, but i dont know if i am willing to give you a chance” you sighed. His face falters a bit, his eyes casting down to his cup. You continued, “You know we were friends before we were lovers right?” He looks up at you and gives you a nod. “Breaking my trust and heart as a lover ultimately means breaking my trust and heart as a friend too. Even if i were to give you a chance… being friends might be the only option” you say.

Understanding he nods, although the look of disappointment is showing, he sits up straighter now with a determined look, “Like i said. Any type of chance you give me i will prove it to you that not only have i matured, but my love for you never faded. Even though we wont be getting back together I will still express my love for you. Making sure you are loved and can feel my love for you even as friends. I am willing to take my chances if this is the only chance i get”.

You know for a fact that Baekhyun means it when he has that determined face. He didnt wear a fearless bracelets for years for no reason. Baekhyun is adamant to accept failure and thats one of the perks as to why you loved him and still love him. But he doesnt need to know that.

At least not yet.

“Being friends again would be a good start” you say thinking a little. “If you really want to be with me again you need to do more than just show your love. You need to earn everything back. Only then will i let you know if we are able to start again.” you say softly. Although you still love him, the way he hurt you in the past is forever remaining in your heart. Having him earn the trust and love back will soothe the pain of the memory, but not erase it. “I am warning you though. If you really want to be with me then it will take a long time until i accept you and let you in again.” you let out softly.

He hesitantly reached out to hold your hand, intertwining it. Looking straight into your eyes with love as the determination in his face has yet to leave, “I will do my best and will keep trying even after i already earned back your love and trust” he says while tightening his hold on you. “Even if it will take a long time for us to be together again. My love for you will never end.”

Now that some weight has been lifted off your shoulder, you lowkey is excited for the wild ride Baekhyun is taking you on again. This time hoping and praying he wont mess up again.

Giving him a big smile you havent given in awhile. You stood up. Grabbing your drink, you made your way out the cafe. Baekhyun was shocked by what just happened. One minute you guys were just making up and the next you acted as if you came here to order your drink then leave once you got it. Not letting himself freeze up he quickly slipped his mask back on and grabbed his drink to follow you.

You didnt walk far, letting baekhyun catch up. “So, what are you doing today?” he asks casually, like a friend would. Not like he just didnt confess earlier and is willing to pay the price for his dumbness.

Arching a brow as you look over at him. Seeing movement in his peripheral he turned to you only for you to turn back to face the front as you let out a chuckle. “Having some me time at the mall”.

“Cool! I was thinking of shopping today too. Maybe i can join?” he says while eyeing you. Still following you to what seems like your parking spot to head to your car. “I guess” you say nonchalantly.

Excited he hops into the passenger seat once you unlocked the car. “Oh guess what” he exclaimed once you got in. As you finally took a sip from your drink you realize that he ordered your favorite. Even after two years he still remembers, you smile at the thought. Forgetting Baekhyun is in the car until he continued talking, “I finally got my license” he smiles brightly while looking at you for a reaction.

Giving him a pat on his shoulder as you start the car, “Congrats, Baek. I should of made you drive instead” you joke. Baekhyun’s heart feeling at ease at how fast things are going, but not getting too comfortable since things are still fresh.

“I should of. So i can show off my car too you,” he playfully jokes back after he letting out a thank you, you began the silent car ride to the mall.

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author’s note: it is currently 5am. i can not sleep. ive had this in my notes since baekhyun’s birthday. i also want to start writing again, but we’ll see.. anyways i hope you guys enjoyed it! i wrote this for myself honestly because i would read a baekhyun angst fic and get rly sad if it was a sad ending so i wrote this to come back to. this is mainly for ache by byunnings on tumblr (if yall havent read it, go read it!!) bc man that angst killed me and i just couldnt lmao. welp, good night!!

~admin B xD