#hm...what is going on in here on this day

[the-kr8tor]

Arrowroot + ❣️ : Jason Todd with reader who’s been a spy for as long as they can remember and he can never hide anything from them, so he enlists the whole family’s help to set up a proposal pls :3

JASON PROPOSING QIZNKWNXKWNXJ Thank you for the req! I hope you like it bestie ❤️

Pairing: Jason Todd x fem! Reader/ Red Hood x fem! Reader

Word count: 2k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Spy! Reader, established relationship, cw food mentions, lovestruck! Jason, fluff!

One year celebration 🎉

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You're attuned to little things, such as a simple change in temperature, the number of people inside a cafe or even eyes on you. You're used to it because of your profession. If you weren't then it could spell your death, or worse, capture. But the only person who can slip past through your honed radar is Jason Todd. Granted that he's your one weakness, him and a good matcha cake. So when you wake up to those glowing green eyes you love, his silhouette the only thing you can make out in your sleepy state and within the dark room, your senses don't blare for you to take up arms and shoot. No, instead of flinging a blade at the handsome boogeyman, you open your arms tiredly for him.

“Hey, Jaybird.” You croak out, eyes half lidded as you make grabby hands at him.

“A deadly spy making baby hands, and here I thought I've seen everything.” Chuckling, Jason walks into the slip of sunlight from the blackout curtains, revealing his handsome self to you in all his glory as he carries a tray of breakfast. His green eyes smile at you, head tilted whilst his dark hair is still tousled from sleep.

“Savour this moment, I'm only like this in the morning.” Grinning up at him, he mirrors your smile as he clicks the bedside lamp open. He's still in his boxers, bare chest almost blinding you from how the light reflects upon him. Like a moth to a flame, you poke his stomach. “Morning to you too, JJ.”

“Stop naming my body parts, babe.” He shakes his head, chortling at your shenanigans. Scooching close, he sits beside your hip as he places the tray of food on your lap.

“Can't help it when it looked at me first.” Joking, your eyes catch the spread. A plate of heaping waffles, crisp at the edges just like how you like it and with all the fixings that comes with it. A glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, and a bowl of fruit.

If it was a special day you wouldn't have second guessed what it's for. You could chalk it up to Jason being a classic romantic, but you remember that he got home late last night from patrol and would be too tired to squeeze out a handful of oranges just for you. Well he has done that before, but the way he looks at you, emerald eyes peeking through his lashes, lips casted into a small yet soft smile, you have a feeling what it's for. Especially when you accidentally found the ring tucked inside his sock drawer. It could be a proposal, years of loving each other all culminating to this day. Your heart soars at the conclusion, and you couldn't help the giddy smile to appear on your expression.

“I knew that I should've made pancakes instead.” His head tucks above his shoulder, lips pressed into a nervous smile.

You'll bet good money that the ring is in-between the waffles.

“No, I love it, Jason.” You reach for his cheek, thumb brushing along his skin to placate him. “I was just wondering what this is all for.”

Jason's face turns flat within a half second, brows knitted together as he frowns. “It's our anniversary.”

You raise a brow, slowly a smile spreads across your cheeks as well as his. The chorus of guffaws echoes in the shared room until he cups your face, reaching over the tray to press a brief kiss atop your smile. “I didn't even get you even for a little bit, hm?”

Shaking your head, you chase his lips, kissing him with a resounding smack. “Nope, I know what day it is, Jay, and it's definitely not our anniversary.”

“I thought I'd get you this time.” He lets your face go, picking up the syrup bottle and squeezing it all over the waffles just like how you like it.

“You're the only person who falls for that.” Smiling, you take the fork he offers to you. This is it, once you cut into that waffle you're going to get the prettiest ring ever, albeit sticky from syrup.

“What are you waiting for?” Eyes twinkling with mirth, the lilt in his tone doesn't fly by over your head.

“Nothing, just admiring your cooking.” You say in a sing song tone before cutting into the waffle right in the middle. As you lift the fork up, it reveals— nothing. Absolutely empty except for another waffle. You blink at your plate, taking a generous bite before Jason notices.

“How’d I do?”

“Good.” Nodding, you cut into another waffle, then another and another until you could only see the end of the plate. “It's really good.” It's not a lie, the waffles taste amazing like always, but you can't help but try to find the sparkly ring in between them.

“Yeah?” Jason lies down on his side, beaming at you as he watches you eat. His cheek rests on his fist, arm perched on the bed as he casually lays down on the quilted blanket. “You sure? Because you were slashing into it like it owed you money.”

“Oh I just thought that there's some whipped cream in the middle.” The other perk of your job is that you're quick in making excuses just like how you're quick on your feet when push comes to shove. But you don't need to run away from your fiancé to be as he looks at you expectantly.

“D’you want some whipped cream? I can grab it from the fridge?”

“No, it's fine.” You take his hand before he could stand up, patting him lovingly as he settles back down. He's definitely up to something. “Stay with me and have some of this, I can't eat all of it, babe.” As you bring the fork to his mouth, the two of you have a staredown. It reminds you of all the times you spot a fellow spy out in the field, but this time, you're starting to think that he knows that you know of his plan.

Jason chews as you scrunch your nose at him with a loving smile. That goes on for what seems to be hours, you feed him from your fork, while you sneakily scoop through the fruit but find nothing but fresh slices of mango and melon. And with every sip of the orange juice, you ready yourself lest you choke on the ring, but alas, you're left with a full bladder as you finish the whole glass.

“Trying to find something?”

Your head whips towards him, not even hiding the expectation any longer as you stare at him like he caught your hand inside the cookie jar.

“No,” you calmly say, politely straightening up your utensils on the plate. “why, should I be looking for something?”

Jason tilts his head back slightly whilst shrugging. “Not really.”

He knows. This fucker (affectionate) knows. And he's clearly playing with you and your unquestionable senses and perception.

“You know, babe,” you bat your lashes at him. “You never answered my question.”

“What question?” Oh he's challenging you. Sometimes you forget that he's also good at reading people because his usual sweetness and kindness towards you makes you forget. That and his kisses.

“Why you made me breakfast in bed?” Poking his pec, he catches your finger and splays your palm over his heart as he smiles at you innocently.

“Oh that, I just wanted to.” His index runs along the inside of your wrist, dancing along your skin until he reaches your elbow, cupping it gently as he traces small circles around it. “You've been working too hard, y’know, I just wanted to make you something nice.”

Why were you asking him again?

Your heart swells, “thank you, Jaybird.” Moving the tray beside you to have more space, you fold yourself to kiss him. The sweet syrup on his lips jolts you awake, but his hand on your back as he moves away your sleep shirt to feel your skin makes you fall back into forgetfulness. As you lean away, you peck the tip of his nose while he sighs affectionately. “I want to stay in bed with you, can we?” You say, almost a whine as he holds you close.

“We both have shit to do today, babe.” Jason looks at you through his puppy dog eyes. “I have that thing with Bruce and you—”

“Have debriefing.” You finish the sentence for him, head falling right atop his shoulder with a groan. “You can't expect me to just get dressed and leave when you made me breakfast in bed.” Your words are muffled by the crook of his neck.

Chuckling, he kneads at your back, comforting you with his warmth. “Well, you don't have to do the first one for at least another hour.”

Leaning away, you see the familiar glint in his eyes. You don't even say anything as you smirk and abruptly push him further into the plush bed.

—

Jason opens the car door for you as you get inside. He perches his arms over the window, gazing at you fondly. “You've got your water bottle?”

“Yep.” You sigh like a lovelorn schoolgirl about to move school away from her crush when it's just you going to work for the day. “You've got your keys?”

He dangles the carabiner of keys in his fingers. “Got them. You got your wallet?”

You scoff with a smile. “‘course, you've got my kiss?”

“Ah, shit, I think it's still in the house.”

“Well go get it then!” Giggling, he takes your face gently through the window and kisses you softly. “I see that you've found it.”

“I did, or maybe I need to look for it some more.” Moving back to kiss you again until you're a giggling mess, he pecks you once, twice, thrice before finally leaning away. “Keep safe, okay?”

“Always, Jason. Don't get shot.” You rub his freshly shaven chin as he fully leaves the side of the car.

“I won't. Don't forget, dinner at Bruce’s.” He taps your car as you put on your seatbelt and put it in reverse.

“As long as Alfred's cooking!” You call out before driving away.

Jason grins at the spot that you just left, hands tucked inside his leather jacket as he feels for the small velvet box inside. He might've not gotten you with the anniversary prank but he properly planted the red herring. Now you won't be any wiser when he proposes later at dinner when you'd expect a simple family dinner but not what he's planing— or what his family helped him plan. It's genius really. How to dupe a spy, and he thought it wouldn't be possible. But thanks to everyone's heads put together, including the world's greatest detective’s mind, this could work.

His phone rings, and Dick’s caller ID pops up. “Yeah?”

“Did it work?” He asks excitedly, too excitedly in fact.

“I'm surprised it did. Barbara was right, she sniffed it out immediately.” Jason chuckles as he leans against his motorcycle. A round of cheers echoes through the receiver, and Jason blinks at the sounds. “Am I on speaker?”

“Yeah! Everyone was on the edge of their seats waiting for your call, man. So she's not at all suspicious?”

“Not anymore.” He hopes, he really wants to surprise you just once. But that's hard enough when you're always anticipating everything.

“Listen, we cleaned up the gazebo and Alfred's going nuts in the kitchen. We just need to carry all the furniture in there and fix up the lights.”

Jason's fists clenches and unclenches, trying to ebb out the nerves. “Yeah, sounds good, thanks.”

“Just thanks?” Dick scoffs, and he hears a round of groans in the background. “You owe us, man, don't you dare elope without us being there.”

“That defeats the purpose of elopement.”

“Fine, guys, wreck the gazebo—!”

“I'm joking! She'd want to have everyone there.” Jason rolls his eyes and he swears his brother saw it from the click of his tongue.

“If she says yes!” Damien calls out, and he hears Barbara scold him.

“I'm going there now, don't start without me.”

As he puts on his helmet and races off to the manor, he feels the comforting warmth in his chest along with the sizzling nerves slithering in his arms. He just hopes that you don't immediately figure out the plan the second you enter the manor and it's just him and you inside.

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Trigger/Content Warning: You will be comforted by Sylus and Rafayel after reminiscing on the SA you have experienced before they came into your life. Please do not continue if this triggers and or upsets you. You’re important. Your safety and well-being matters and will always be taken into account.

Note: Everyone, I want to take this time to warn you once again that this request does speak on SA, but in no way shape or form is anything graphic or being detailed. This is a request sent by my luvly, Venus, who is strong and willing to share her story. While this is strictly meant for comfort, your mental health matters and it is never my intention to trigger anyone. Please do not read if that is a possibility. Also, if you feel comfortable and are prepared well enough to read her request, please take the time to go ahead and —Click Here—, but proceed with caution and care as she gives a little insight into what she has experienced and what she is working through. You have been warned. Please be responsible for the media you choose to consume. I love you.

Sylus

When you began to space out and the second you randomly grew particularly silent, Sylus knew what was happening. The way your bright smile slowly began to dim. The way your quirky responses were late and not as clever. The way you began to pick at the skin on your fingers, wincing ever so slightly when your tugged a little too hard.

He has grown to read and understand you very, very well, but no matter how many times he has approached this scenario, he will always treat it like it’s his first because of how different a reaction can be and vary.

You had rare occasions where the memories of the person you once trusted, the one who hurt and violated you, would flood your mind at the most random and inopportune moments. It would paralyze you, no matter what you were doing. The amount of therapists you’ve seen, how much healing you’ve done—it was irrelevant. When it hit you, it hit.

Sometimes it didn’t need a trigger—most often than not, it didn’t have one. The brain could be cruel and beautiful, making you remember the worst times of your life and the best in the same day if it wanted to.

Right now though, it felt as if a train was sitting on your chest and like only Superman could get it off.

“Kitten,” Sylus calls to you softly, tilting his head to try and look into your eyes. The comedy movie you were once watching has turned into pointless noise for him now.

You register his voice last minute, taking a bated and incomplete deep breath before turning to look at his relaxed yet determined expression.

“You’re with me?” he asks with care, placing his hand on yours to ground you. You flinch a little at first and it breaks his heart.

“Contact or no contact?”

“Contact,” you whisper shakily. Sylus worked with you in the very beginning of your relationship to set and establish your boundaries, and to cultivate simple words and phrases to get you through times where it felt a little too hard to say more. Not once, nor will he ever, judge you. From day one, he has been by your side, being your rock in a process of uncertainty.

He stands and immediately squats down to be eye level to where you sit. He takes one of your hands in his and places the other right on your chest to where your heart beats.

“Remember what we do, hm?” he smiles delicately enough to show you how patient he is. To show you how patient and present he’ll always be.

You nod, sniffling and going on his count before you take your first real inhale. It’s not quick and has always felt like it takes far too long to get back into your own body. The exercise regulates your mind and reminds you that you are safe, that you are okay, that you no longer are being consistently pursued by a threat. And on bended knee, Sylus doesn’t falter, nor does he rush.

“We don’t have to say much, sweetie. You don’t have to say anything at all, in fact.”

“I’m so sorry…” you mumble, looking into his deep red eyes and feeling nothing but sadness that he has to deal with this.

“I have already told you that apologies for healing is never something you do. Your process is yours to experience, yours to conquer. It is not for anyone else to dictate. And as the man who loves you,” he brings your knuckles up to his lips to press a featherlight kiss. “I will be here for every step to make sure to come out stronger and happier on the other side.”

A tear falls down your cheek, but he makes quick work to catch it before it can mark you with anymore sorrow.

“I don’t want to hurt anymore, Sy… I’m so tired of feeling it…” You shake your head, looking down in your lap.

“Feelings are what makes us real, sweetie, but they do not make us. You’re stronger than anybody I’ve ever known and I’ve seen men take too many bullets to the body and survive.” He feels triumphant when the corner of your mouth lifts to welcome a gentle smile. He continues, his deep voice like a soothing melody to your ears. “That’s nothing compared to the strength that surges inside of you. If it takes you a lifetime, I will be here for it, the next, and any after.”

“What have I done to deserve you?” When you give him your full attention again, his heart rushes with the familiar urge to protect you. To heal you.

“It’s a question I ask myself all the time. What has a man like myself done to earn someone as benevolent as you?”

“Oh, Sy…” you lean forward, relaxing when his strong arm wraps around you to place you in that security blanket only he can give. “I love you. So, so much.”

“As do I, kitten. I love you with every breath.” His hand runs down your back carefully. “What do you say I take you out for a sweet treat? Anything you want.”

“Anything?”

“And everything.”

“I’d like that.”

He gets your permission before kissing your forehead. “As would I.”

Rafayel

You didn’t mean to start crying as you waited for Rafayel in his studio. The longer you stood staring at his works in progress in silence, the more your mind felt like it was apparently necessary to let the painful memories of your past creep into your psyche.

Looking at his grand piece with silhouettes touching as if they were separated between two worlds did nothing but make you remember all the times you were touched in ways you never wanted. It made you remember when you once felt as if you were on another plane because too many would believe the trusted individual over your desperate cries for help, over your need for them to trust and hear you.

When the emotions almost became too much, it was the same time that your boyfriend arrived. Quickly, you tried to wipe away the evidence of your feelings off your wet cheeks, but he knew you too well to not recognize that there was something wrong before he even got the chance to see your face.

“Don’t hide from me, cutie,” he said as his footsteps grew closer. When he was near, from behind, one of his warm hands gently took hold of your wrist to stop the movements that worked to erase your tears. Carefully he rounds you, his purple hair falling into his studying gaze.

“I am only much help when you talk to me, bub. Please help me to understand what has you so troubled.” He gives you space, not rushing you to speak faster than what you’re ready for.

“I just—” You inhale sharply, swallowing the dreadful lump in your throat. “My past. The part of it that hurts too much to think about…I’m thinking about it.”

He purses his lips at the way you seem to try and shrug it off, like what you say is unimportant. His long slender fingers trace your knuckles. “Have I, anything, or anyone, done something to trigger you?”

“It’s nothing for you to worry about.” He hates when you do that, when you try to undermine yourself and your feelings in an effort to “protect” others. He’s told you too many times before that you can be selfish with him.

“Hm.” His hands wrap around yours. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m not worrying. I’m trying to correct and to become better aware to protect you and your mind.”

“That’s never been your burden to carry, Raf…”

“Being a help to my muse and my lover, will never be a burden. I’ve told you that, no?”

You huff out a breath with a nod, licking your lips in preparation before reluctantly pointing at the piece that rests on the floor against the wall. He follows the direction in which you have shown him.

“My piece has disturbed you?” He sounds defeated and ashamed. Like he should’ve known better.

“No, no!” you rush. “It was more so me…putting my trauma onto your work. It was never your fault.”

A brief moment passes as he stares down at the art that no longer matters to him. “Why don’t you reclaim it?”

“What do you mean?”

Rafayel lifts the canvas to place it on an easel before grabbing paint brushes and dotting globs of colorful pastels onto an art pallet. “Like we’ve done with your mind and body, we’ve given you back the power over both. We worked to make you feel like you have agency again, and to feel confident in that reality, despite the trauma. Take what I have and make this art yours.”

With wide eyes, you hesitantly accept what he’s giving you. “I can’t destroy your work.”

“Your hands don’t have the ability to destroy, cutie. Not in my world.” He smiles as he guides you to stand before the thing that troubled you. “You can only take control.”

Behind you once more, he helps you dip the wet brush in a random color before smearing it against the once finished product. “And I will be here to support you, to guide you if you need me.”

Your eyes burn with tears the entire time when he stays right where you need him for the next hour.

Rather than the painting representing something so painful, it becomes a mesmerizing homage to the love you have with Rafayel. What once seemed like two strangers, is now a representation of the strong unity you have with the angel like man holding your fist as it works to move the brush until you’re satisfied with the result.

“Thank you, Raf,” you say softly, letting your head rest on his shoulder as you tilt your head back. “I love you. Thank you for loving me.”

“Thank yourself first, pretty. It’s your perseverance that keeps you golden. I’m just here to make sure that light never dims.”

He kisses the side of your head while you two stare at your creation in comfortable silence. “And I love you, too. Know that it will always be greater than any ocean and stronger than any wave. Far greater.”

A/N: I can only hope that I’ve done this the justice it deserves. For anyone who can relate to this, please know and understand that you will always be stronger than you know. Know that you are believed, that you are loved, that you are golden. ❤️

Creds to @/omi-resources for the dividers!

[dxmurewrites]

Let’s Be Pals

one-shot(?)

Sir Jimmy Crystal x Reader

summary: You left Holy Island with your nephew Spike, not wanting him to be on the mainland on his own. With your sister now gone, he’s the only family you have left, that is until you come across a tiara wearing stranger.

a/n: Obviously ‘you’ as the reader are Scottish, given where we are in the film. This was just a random little thing I thought about and decided to write. I will sooooo delete this if his character ends up being incredibly irredeemable. Also in true me fashion, watch me turn this into a part one and part two. And the fact I’m writing something for this mf before Remmick, lord.

Not edited.

warnings: canon-typical violence (infected), blood, coarse language.

please let me know what you think! unless it’s to be mean, then die. likes and comments mean the world!

“Why did you stay with me?”

His voice is soft, surprising you yet again. Spike had been quiet for a few hours now, the young man still wondering over whether or not his decision to stay on the mainland was the right choice.

You turn to look at him, your eyebrow raised. “Hm?” The two of you had found a spot on the side of a decaying road, cooking a fish over a fire. “What’ya mean?”

He prods the fish with a stick again, turning it over the fire. “You should’ve stayed home,” Ah, here it is. “You didn’t have to stay with me, I would’ve been fine on my own.”

Shrugging, your back rests against a large rock as you watch him continue poking your dinner. “I know you would’ve,” Your hands play with the ripped fabric on your pants as you speak, your eyes scanning the environment every now and then. A machete pokes at your thigh, the large knife resting in its holster. It was uncomfortable in this position, but you knew better than to take it off. “Maybe I just wanted to enjoy the sights too, ever think of that?”

Spike turns to you with a blank expression, causing you to grin. Eventually his own lips tilt in a smile, and he rolls his eyes.

Twelve.

He reminds you of Isla in every way. She’s been gone for 28 days now, but deep down you knew she had been gone for awhile. When her mind let her, she was your older sister, the one who helped raise you after dad passed. The one who would speak of the mainland and how it was before the rage virus took over.

When her mind became clouded, you weren’t her little sister anymore, you would be mum, or nan, sometimes even calling you Spike.

You sniffed, bringing yourself back to the present. It didn’t matter, she wasn’t suffering anymore.

“You’re my blood Spike, where you go, I go,” Your elbow reaches out to nudge him as he nods reluctantly, feeling guilty for bringing you along. “I watched you be born lad, no way in hell would I let you go explore this shithole without me.”

“You were a kid when I was born.” He answers in a matter of fact tone, causing you scoff.

“Eighteen, thank you very much,” You begin to stand, stretching out your arms as you once again begin looking around, watching the two points of entry on the road. “Was about time your ma popped you out too, I was getting bored having no friends.”

“I was a baby.” Spike’s eyebrows furrow and you grin, shrugging again.

“Only new people we got on the island were babies Spike, if I wasn’t doing hunts - I was babysitting you.”

He nods again. You’d done countless trips to the mainland, being one of the top archers on Holy Island. The groups became smaller and smaller as more people stopped coming back, and eventually the hunts became just you and Spike’s dad, Jamie.

It was isolating in a way. You had been just a baby when the virus took over, having grown up on the island with your dad and sister before his passing shortly after. Some kind people took you both in, you both grew up, Isla married Jamie and started their little family as you shared a house with a different older couple.

You were surrounded by people, surrounded by a community that cared.

And yet, there still felt like there was nothing for you. Surviving was the goal in the end, but living felt nearly impossible. Majority on the island had already found their special place in the world, found their special someone.

It’s why you took up the hunting role as soon as you were old enough. Getting to see the mainland, exploring what once was, running into the odd village here and there. It kept you sane, even if the infected kept you awake at night.

As if hearing your thoughts, a shrill from an infected echoes off the rock walls around you. Immediately your hand reaches for the bow that rested on the ground, the other reaching for the quiver beside it, strapping it onto your back.

Spike stands as well, his gaze looking everywhere for the cause of the sound. “Should we move?”

You hold up a finger, telling him to wait. “We need to see which direction it came from,” You answer softly, reaching back to grab an arrow, nocking it, waiting for what’s to come. “No point running if we don’t know where it is.”

He nods, swallowing his spit as he readies his own bow. You look around again, hearing another shrill. The sound bounces around the rocky terrain, but eventually the body of an infected running from the west greets you.

So much for dinner.

The naked man sprints upon spotting you, his arms flailing around as he screeches. “We can take it.” Spike nods at the bloodied creature, and you shake your head.

“When there’s one there’s more,” You line up your shot, waiting for the infected to lift his head as he yells again. You release, and the arrow goes flying, landing in its forehead. “It was too loud, more will come.”

More sounds can be heard, one of them sounding almost like laughter.

A cheer.

More infected begin running in from the end of the road, and you grab Spike’s shoulder, pushing him forward to the east. “Go,” You push him a little harder, urging him to move. “We’ll flank them down, just like we practiced yeah?”

He nods with a shaky head, anxiety evident in his eyes as he grabs his bag, beginning to run in the direction you wanted. You take another infected down, a woman, and she falls roughly to the surface, tripping another.

Running after your nephew, he takes another infected down as you catch up to him, waving him forward to follow you. The two of you run side by side, occasionally turning around to take down more infected. Your thighs burn at the action, not having ran this much since your encounter with an alpha a few weeks ago.

Your stomach drops as you’re met with a face full of boulders. The screams of infected echo behind you as you search around for another exit, but the only way through is over. Grabbing Spike’s shoulder again, you begin pushing him towards the rocks, tilting your head towards the next step.

“C’mon lad! Up and over,” He’s got two feet on the first boulder as his eyebrows furrow, watching you intently. “Move Spike! Start climbing!”

Turning around again, you notice more of the infected beginning to follow after the first group, the numbers having doubled. Lining up another shot, you take one down as another falls limp behind it, Spike having killed the other.

“I’m not leaving you!” He yells, reaching back for another arrow.

“Am not arguing Spike,” Your words come out almost like a growl, wanting nothing more than to protect your nephew. “Climb, now!”

He jumps down beside you, and if there was time, there would’ve been a few coarse words leaving your lips. The boy shoots down another, the arrow landing in its throat as it gurgles and pummels to the floor.

The two of you continue, pushing back until your feet touch the rocks behind you. The infected just kept coming, the sick ones just following the screams of others for a chance of food.

Reaching back, your fingers flail around for another arrow, and your curse, realising you were out. Spike had a few more to go, and you throw your quiver to the ground, the bow following with it as you unholster your machete.

Spike’s eyes widen, and you press forward in an attempt to keep him behind you. “Spike,” you urge, turning your head slightly, keeping your eyes on the handful of infected continuing their run towards you both. “Please climb, now.”

You would never forgive yourself if something happened to him. Isla and your dad would be screaming in heaven at you for endangering him in any way.

“You’re out here because of me,” The twelve year old answers, his hands shaking as he nocks another arrow. “Where you go, I go.”

The wee bastard repeats your words from earlier, and you give him a tight smile, nodding once. “Alright, but if I do a really cool self sacrifice, ye better make sure your arse is over those rocks before I turn.”

He grimaces at the thought, and you don’t have time to reply, an infected lunging for you with a cry. Turning just in time, it falls against the boulders, and it’s about to lunge again when you strike, your machete reaching between it’s eyes.

Kicking it away, you begin charging forward, meeting the other in the middle. Swinging the large blade from the side, it hits the infected in the neck, the blood spraying around as you hide your head behind your arm, being sure to not get any in your eyes or mouth.

The cycle repeats a few more times, other infected being taken down by the tween behind you, but like clockwork, more begin to show up, clumped in twos or threes.

Jogging back to your nephew, he points out that he’s nearly out of arrows himself, and you frown, gripping the machete in your hand as you look back to the road.

There’s no way the two of you would be able to take them all down.

An arrow whizzes past you as Spike kills another infected, and a loud whistle from above brings your attention elsewhere.

Instinctively, you stand in front of Spike, finding a group of non infected standing around you two above on the hills.

They’re all blonde, holding various different weapons as they eye you both with grins.

Are those fucking tracksuits?

“Wonderful shot!” The man in the centre yells out, his knee bent against a rock as he grins. Gold jewellery stands out amongst his black and white track suit, rings adorning his fingers as he points down at the infected. “Mind if we step in?”

Your eyes narrow at the man, confusion evident in your features as the grip on your machete tightens. Blood drips from the tip as you hold it up towards the oncoming threat. “By all means!”

His grin grows, and the people around him begin chuckling, bouncing around as if they were eager to help.

“Hold.” He holds up his finger, eyeing the naked and bloodied people running towards you two.

They begin getting closer, too close for comfort, and your chest begins to ache in fear, stepping in front of Spike again with your machete raised. “Any fucking day now!”

The man’s head tilts as he chuckles, repeating the word. “Hold.”

You growl in frustration, walking forward and ready to strike at the infected that charges ahead at you. It’s head had just started flying through the air as you hear a swift and sharp ‘fucking go.’

Blond hair begins whipping around the site, the people from above flying down from the rocks with their large sticks. Some flip from their positions, landing near you as they begin attacking the infected, laughter filling the air as they smile from ear to ear, enjoying the kills.

Stepping back, you and Spike let the group take the remaining infected out, watching with furrowed eyebrows and confused expressions over what you’re both witnessing.

By the time the last one’s dead, the remaining member of the group, the one who had done all the talking, climbs down, joining the rest.

He walks towards you with a swagger, his eyes unashamedly looking you over. The grin doesn’t leave his lips, and he chuckles once more.

Is that a fucking tiara on his head?

“Well aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes,” He whistles again, his gaze never leaving yours. “That was some fine shooting before, real nice.”

You just nod, choosing to ignore the first part of his sentence and using the time to catch your breath after the ordeal.

He wasn’t ugly by any means, quite the opposite, but there was something about him you couldn’t put your finger on. Maybe it was the fact that everyone around him had the same hair, or it was the tracksuits, either way, you had to be careful.

“Jimmy Crystal,” The stranger holds his hand out, the grin growing as he tilts his head, waiting for your reply. “And you are?”

“Grateful,” Is all you say, nodding towards Jimmy and his group. “Thank you… For uh, helping us.”

He pulls his arm back, but he doesn’t look annoyed by your dismissal, if anything, he’s more intrigued. He shrugs nonchalantly, looking at the dead infected as if they were a mere inconvenience. “No worry, couldn’t turn down a damsel in distress and her little lamb.”

He lifts his chin towards Spike, who still stood behind you. “What about you little man? That was quite some shooting coming from you too, your ma teach you that?”

“She’s not my… she’s not, this is my aunt,” He tells Jimmy your name, and you turn slightly, giving your nephew a look as if to say ‘really?’. He ignores you, keeping his attention on the blond man in front. “I’m Spike.”

“Spike,” Jimmy repeats, before his eyes lock in on yours once more. He repeats your name, slower than Spike’s, nodding as if giving his approval. “S’good thing seeing other families out here, don’t see it much nowadays.”

Families? Apart from the hair, his group didn’t exactly look related, but you kept your mouth shut. Shuffling awkwardly on your feet, you realised you were still gripping your machete.

“I think you two need somewhere to rest yeah?” Jimmy claps his hands together, reaching out again with an outstretched hand towards Spike this time. “What’ya say, let’s be pals.”

Spike shakes his hand before you can protest, and the young man looks up at Jimmy with a worried expression. “My aunt’s been on watch the last few days,” You say his name in warning, hating that he was giving these strangers information, but he continues. “We just need somewhere where we can sleep for a few hours.”

“We’re fine Spike,” You butt in, raising a hand towards him, but he shakes his head, clearly still feeling guilty for your lack of rest and food. “We’ve thanked them, that’s all we can do.”

“Nonsense,” Jimmy snorts, his gold chains and crucifix swinging around his chest as he hunches over to face Spike at eye level. “You’re a good lad looking after your family, that’s the kind of people we like around here.”

Jimmy stands once again, walking closer to you as his grin softens, a softer smile on his face as he holds his hand out for the third time. “Come with us,” He says your name carefully, as if you’d strike him down for saying it. “Ye don’t know us - sure, but for Spike’s sake, let the boy have a rest… even if it’s just for a little bit, I think you both need it.”

Truthfully, you did. The fatigue was growing stronger, and you’d be no use to Spike if you couldn’t keep your eyes open. You knew he was just trying to find a way to make you agree, but there was still that lingering feeling of the unknown.

It was obvious you didn’t have supplies worth taking, and truthfully why would they bother saving you both just to kill you later?

“Okay,” You answer softly, seeing Jimmy’s eyes light up at your response. “But we won’t be staying long.”

The blond man raises his arms in defence, nodding before he pressed his hand to his chest. “Knowing such a beautiful creature such as yourself will be safe under my roof, I can die a happy man.”

You raise your eyebrow at him, before turning to Spike for a moment. “Can you go collect our arrows?”

The boy nods reluctantly, walking off to retrieve any that were still intact. You watch him for a second before looking back to Mr Crystal.

“You’re quite the character, aren’t you?” You ask, and he laughs loudly, almost proudly at the term.

He shrugs, answering you in between chuckles. “Not sure what ye’ mean?”

“You’re wearing a fuckin’ tiara,” You point towards his head with your free hand, before waving your finger towards the rest of his attire. “Not to mention all this.”

“You like?” He quips, and the words almost make you smile, almost, but it was enough for him to notice the subtle change in your face. “Yeah you do.”

Scoffing, you turn your attention back to Spike, who was busying himself a few metres away, pulling more arrows out of the dead infected.

“I meant what I said before, you’re quite the beauty aren’t ye?” Jimmy continued, and you scoff once more. “Not trying to be weird, just think we all need to spread the love around a bit more yeah?”

“I think this country has done enough spreading shite around,” You retort with a chuckle of your own, watching as Jimmy seems pleased at being able to get something other than reluctance out of you. “But thank you.”

“Don’t thank me love, it’s true,” He pats your shoulder gently. “We’re gonna be great pals you and I, I can just feel it.”

Strangely enough, you could feel it too.

[jsprnt]

recovering from getting your wisdom teeth removed isn’t as simple as you had expected…

jude bellingham x fem!reader

A/N: it’s been way too long since I’ve written or posted anything on this account. but I’m so happy I could write something! as you might have guessed, I’m currently suffering from having my wisdom teeth pulled, and needed to find a distraction to not go crazy at home.. anyhow, hope you like it, enjoy!

W/C: 1.480

"I can't talk a lot right now.."

You mumble out, trying to bite down on the white gauze in your mouth. The jaw surgeon and her nurses had just pulled out two of your impacted wisdom teeth half an hour ago, the numbness from the local anesthesia still making your tongue and cheek feel incredibly weird.

"That's okay, love. Just come and sit on the couch.."

Your boyfriend, Jude tells you, one hand on your waist and one holding up an ice pack to your right cheek. The coldness soothing your sore face.

The morning birds were still chirping outside, as you had scheduled your appointment as early as possible. Wanting to get it over and done with.

"I really want a drink.." You choke out, placing your head on the couch cushion, the soft material more comfortable than the hard chair in the surgeon’s office you had lain on earlier.

"The doctor said you can't drink until the anesthesia has worn off, babe." Jude voices out, his thumb wiping away some bloody spit coming out the corner of your mouth.

Being a professional footballer for years had made him absolutely immune to anything pertaining to blood and wounds. He'd experienced and seen so many injuries to count on his hands, which turned out to be beneficial for you in a moment like this.

He'd gone as far as to postpone his post-season family vacation when he'd heard you planned to spend your post-opp days miserable and alone in your apartment. Wanting to be there for you when you were healing and needed some extra love and support.

"That's so unfair.." You whisper, closing your eyes as you let out a strangled sigh. Still emotional from what happened back at the hospital.

Yes, you were fully numbed, but being conscious and aware of the fact that your gums and jawbone were being cut and drilled into made you squeamish and extra nervous.

"I know, baby.." You hear your boyfriend say, a warm towel coming to wipe your mouth and face.

"Let's change you into your pajamas. It's best if you sleep off the numbness.."

He'd changed and helped you into bed within minutes, planting a sweet and comforting kiss onto your forehead, as he pulled up the comforter to your chest.

"I don't want you to go.." You whisper out when you notice him back away, his hands reaching for the doorknob.

"Hm? You want me to stay?" He cocks a brow, hesitating as he was planning to call his mum to ask if she could make some soup for you. He'd obviously want to make some himself, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to take his chances— of you ending up even more miserable when you tasted his cooking skills, or rather lack thereof..

"Please.."

Jude's heart clenches in his chest as he hears the emotion in your voice, he lets go of the doorknob, making a beeline towards his side of the bed.

He makes quick work of texting his mum, before placing his phone on the nightstand, and coming to wrap his arms around your waist. His warm body and muscular arms providing some much- needed comfort.

"Here, here.. close your eyes, baby, hm? I'll be here when you wake up.."

You make a small noise, before turning in his hold to face him. You look him over, his concerned brown eyes, and plump lips set in a line of worry. Unconsciously, his hand comes up to fix the ice pack underneath your head.

"C'mon, sleep now, yeah?" Jude goes in to kiss your forehead once more, a thumb swiping over your brow bone.

Nodding softly, you close your eyes. Exhaustion taking over you, as a result of your nerves not letting you sleep properly last night.

The last thing you see before nodding off, is Jude's handsome face. And as he promised; the first thing you see when waking up hours later in the afternoon— is his face again.

"Morning, sleepyhead. How are you feelin'?” Jude's gentle voice coaxes you awake, your consciousness slowly getting clearer. You immediately notice the fact that the ice pack underneath your head is frozen solid, noting that Jude must've switched it for a frozen one while you were asleep.

"It hurts.." Your first words make him frown in worry, one hand coming to check the size of your swollen cheek.

"You're a bit swollen, baby.." He comments, his gaze overridden with worry and guilt. Jude can't help but feel relief at the fact that he'd decided to stay home until you’ve recovered, since he couldn't have left you alone in your vulnerable state.

"Here, sit up so I can feed you some of my mum’s soup.." He says, stabilizing your back as you move to sit.

You immediately groan at the change of position, feeling your cheek swell up wasn't for the weak..

"I want medicine.." You comment, frowning in pain. Your hand coming to cling onto Jude's bicep, fingers curling around the bulging muscles.

"Okay, baby.. here— let me..."

Jude makes quick work of grabbing the painkillers on the nightstand, grabbing two for optimal effect.

"Take one at a time, slowly.." He muses, slowly placing one into your mouth. Jude brings up a cup of lukewarm water, helping you wash away the medicine.

"Remember, no rinsing your mouth until tomorrow..." He comments, placing the empty glass back on the nightstand.

"Gross.." You mumble back, the idea of having a crusty-bloody mouth until tomorrow makes you want to grab a bottle of mouthwash and rinse your mouth until you feel and taste only the mintiness of the liquid.

"I won't kiss you until then.." Jude teases, a smirk pulling on his lips, a hint of mocking in his eyes.

"You're so mean.." You mumble out, clinging onto the ice pack for some relief.

"I love you too.." He muses, wrapping an arm around your back to pull you closer.

"Do you want to eat in bed, or would you like to sit at the table?" Jude asks, fingers playing with your hair strands, the feeling making you slightly ticklish.

"Here.." You comment, eyes going to the bowl of soup on his nightstand. No way did you have energy to move to the dinner table.

"I love your mum.." You add, appreciating the fact that she had taken the time out of her busy day to cook for you.

A silent declaration of love.

Jude chuckles at your love for his mother, moving his arm to grab the warm bowl of soup.

"I'll let her know, or— you should tell her yourself when you see her.." He stirs the liquid with a metal spoon, then holds up a spoonful of soup, and blows on it.

He knows it would be better to eat lukewarm and warm foods, as anything very hot could cause you to burn your mouth. He’d rather not add anything to your list of burdens today...

"Here you go, have some.." Jude coaxes, feeding you slowly until you finish the bowl of soup with a sigh.

"That was good.." You mumble, humming when you feel a warm towel on your face.

"Are you still hungry?" Jude asks, wiping away the residual soup from your lips, as licking them was harder with half your jaw stitched shut.

"No, I'm good..."

You move up to his lap, thighs pressing against his, as Jude gets the queue to wrap his arm around you, stabilizing the ice pack on your cheek.

"Hands around me.." He tells you, knowing it was the most comfortable for you to rest your hands, and not to worry about holding the cold, icy plastic to your face.

"Good girl, we'll let the soup settle into your belly, and then I'll prepare a warm bath, 'kay?" Jude whispers, running a soothing hand down your back.

You hum, taking his signature cologne in. Normally, when he would go out— he'd smell like sandalwood and bergamot— like the perfume you'd gifted him on his birthday years ago. Something he would rebuy and apply all the time, just to think of you when you weren't there..

Now, he smelled the definition of clean. A soft, gentle smell of the shampoo in his recently washed hair, and the smell of his sweet cocoa body lotion, something you couldn't help but steal from him..

"I want a smoothie after this.." You mumble, taking in the soothing touches. The taste of a freshly made smoothie was heavenly to you, especially when you were feeling down or under the weather..

"Of course, whatever my princess wants, my princess gets.."

You don't catch the soft, soothing smile Jude has on his face, but do know that no matter how hard this recovery process gets, he'll stay by your side no matter what...

[81pastrys]

Unplanned

Part 1 / 5

Summary— The Good Girl gets dragged out for a night of fun that turns more unexpected than she anticipated

Warnings— smut ; flirting ; belly bulge ; size kink ; post-orgasm regrets ; no aftercare (I’m sorry) ; bad translations ; a promise it gets better

A/N— hope it’s enjoyable enough 🙂‍↕️

Series List

Main Masterlist

“It’s one night, what’s the worst that can happen?” She gave her best friend a scowl, she could list a million worsts that can happen.

“Why can’t you just let me read in peace?” She asked. Her friends were insisting she go out with them. She was not the kind to go out and party, especially when she just got to the good part of the romance in the book she’s reading.

“You literally never go out and always have your face stuffed in a book, come on!” Her other friend whined. They all stared until she got up with a groan and an urge to punch them.

She put on a black lace bra with a mesh shirt overtop and sparkly short shorts over sheer tights, the most scandalous she’s ever looked. “No, I can’t. I look like a slut!”

“Um no you do not, I want a piece of that I’m not even into you like that.” One of the other girls scoffed. It took a bit more convincing before they were ready to head out.

“It’s Monaco for fucks sake, enjoy yourself for once.” Her friends agreed that she was too engrossed in being indoors the entire trip. She was just upset the sound of race cars were buzzing the entire day and interrupting her quiet reading time.

“That stupid race was keeping me from reading and when I finally- finally get some quiet to read, you three pull me from it to what? Go clubbing?” She had attitude, which was valid considering the circumstances— well it was valid to her at least.

“Formula one is not stupid babe, you’re just boring enough not to care.” She rolled her eyes at that, it’s expensive cars and overpaid men in one industry— what’s to like about it? She just wants to get the night over, even though she dolled up nicely. She thought she looked like an overpriced hooker, but her friends said otherwise, boosting her ego in the long run to be confident enough to join them.

“I heard the drivers come to this club often after races.” Her friends wiggled her eyebrows at that. “Maybe one will swoop you away and make you not so goody two shoes.” She joked.

“Yeah right like-“ Some guy bumped into her and scoffed as she turned from the force of his strength.

“Mierda, sorry. Did I hurt you cariño?” He said wearing a sarcastic smile. She gave him a dirty look and he chuckled, her friends not noticing her absence as they walk off from the table to dance.

“Would’ve been nice if you just apologized.” She snapped at him. He smiled and licked his top teeth. A challenge in his mind she supposes. She crosses her arms, unconsciously pushing her boobs up in the bra.

“Well, I can’t just apologize to a pretty woman like you.” He said. “What if I buy you a drink to make up for it? Hm?” Whatever the fuck accent he had was getting to her and not in a bad way.

“It would help.” She said casting a small smile at the man. Taller and more buff now that she’s admiring. He’s tan too, she guesses that must be genetics as is his accent that’s sickening.

“What would you like then, cariño?” That stupid nickname, can’t he just ask her name? She gives him a drink order and he returns with the fruity cocktail she chose. “I’m Carlos, by the way. I am sorry for bumping into you so aggressively, I meant to just nudge you.”

“So it was on purpose?” She asked with an eyebrow raised. “Thank you for the drink and I suppose you’re forgiven, for now.” She teases, she’s already out and about— might as well make the most of it. If getting laid is the most of it, she isn’t so against that feat.

“Well I cannot just walk past such a pretty girl.” That confidence he carries is something else. “You don’t sound very local, I’m assuming you aren’t from here?” He tries small talk and she scoffs at his attempt.

“I could say the same for you, aren’t the locals French?” She asked. He smiled and looked down a bit. She followed his gaze with a smile, now realizing the unbuttoned white tee he was wearing.

“They’re Monegasque’s cariño, do not go around calling them French— it’s offensive.” He chuckled. Her eyes widened in fear that she offended people she’s never met. She missed the nickname he quickly snuck in the sentence— again.

“Oh, I didn’t- I’m sorry.” Her innocence is clear as day when she speaks up. “I hope I didn’t offend you.” Her sincerity and common sense flew around the room a bit, forgetting he’s definitely not speaking French.

“Cariño I’m not from here, no worries.” He smiles. “I’m from Spain, but I know a few locals who hate being called French.” He clarified. She can tell he’s holding back more Spanish.

“Sainz! Get the fuck over here!” A guy yells, blonde she notices. Definitely drunk and his friend by the way he spoke to Carlos from across the bar.

“Seems I have unfinished business over there, but can I get your number or hotel room?” He smirks and she decides why not? She gives him both. She wasn’t sharing a hotel room with the other girls anyway so there’s no harm.

The Spaniard walks off and she decides to find her gaggle of friends as well. It’s not hard when they’re throwing it back on each other.

The night ends with the girls buzzed and not even satisfied with their night, well all but her. She got a Spaniards number, one who wants to hook up nonetheless. Her friends groan and moan about how awful their night was and don’t acknowledge her silence.

“I told you so.” She said, sticking her tongue out at them in her buzzed state. She refrained from mentioning the one night stand she managed and allowed them to complain.

Once in her hotel she gets unready and washes her face, hair, does her nightly routine— before a text comes through on her phone with a chime.

“Leaving the bar now, hotel address?” Quick, easy, efficient. She sends the address and room number to seal the deal. That everything shower better come in handy.

She isn’t a newcomer to one night stands but she has a feeling this won’t just be a one night thing. What if he’s just that good? He could also be bad. She won’t know until they hook up.

She puts on loose fitting pajamas and answers the quiet knock— per her request as to not alert the girls next door to her. He walks in and pins her to the wall. She can taste the redbull vodka on his lips, hopefully the same one he was drinking when she talked to him.

“Joder, glad I didn’t let you leave without getting your number.” He smirked and she giggled. She held a joking hand to her lips. He smiled back, god she could get lost in that smile.

“Yeah? Other girls weren’t doing it for you?” She teased quietly. His hands loosely roamed her clothes, tracing her body through the thin fabric.

“Only you cariño.” He placed a strategic kiss on her exposed collarbone, the shirt falling just shy of the top of her breast. Her breath catches and she runs a hand through his hair, the soft, smooth, dark hair grounding her as he leaves a small mark on her.

“Bed, now.” She breathes out. He lets out a breathy chuckle and leads her to the bed, clothes being thrown askew on the way. Now they’re both in underwear.

“Mierda, cariño.” He cursed in his native language at her figure. She was hiding some attractive curves. He couldn’t tell from the club lighting just how fit she actually was.

Once his eyes memorized her body, he laid her on the bed. He got on top of her and kissed her again, this one more heated and intimate. She quirked a brow up and broke the kiss by pushing against his chest. “Do I have to tell you to do everything?” She teased.

He smirked at her but realized, yeah, he wasn’t making many advancements. Something snapped and he lost all of his decorum. He tore off her undergarments and touched her with purpose.

One hand sliding up the curves of her side, making her shiver. Another lightly caressing her face and neck. This wasn’t going to be a one night stand “Hmm you aren’t going anywhere else tonight.” She whispered as she jumped up to kiss him and flip them over.

His hands now planted on her hips making sure she wasn’t going anywhere. She felt his muscles tense as her cold hands traced the hard lines on his chest and abdomen. She leaned down to kiss gently on his body and he groaned. “Mierda, that mouth.” He whispered, almost incoherent.

“Yeah? You like that I’m in charge?” She teased with a smirk. His hands loosened as she slipped further down his thighs to remove his boxers. His dick springing free of its confines. He was definitely as cocky as he should be with a dick as big as he had.

Her breath hitched as she admired every line, every vein and even the very color of his tip as she slowly moved her hands closer. Her eyes bugging out her head as she nearly drools. “Speechless now huh cariño?” He chuckled.

She forgot how to even give a blow job, her mind blank as she stared at how big it was— definitely the biggest she’d ever seen or will be taking. He noticed her shocked state leaving her frozen and reached a hand out to her face as he sat up.

The reassuring touch grounding her to come back to her senses. “Cariño, still with me?” He realized she wasn’t gawking but was intimidated. “Dios Mio you’re gorgeous.” He breathed.

She swallowed hard and kissed him, hoping he would take control and be soft, gentle even. She, again, was not new to the hook up community but dear god he was massive. He got the hint and flipped them again, now feeling her up again.

One hand made its way further down and he went slow, allowing her time to flinch away if she wanted too. She didn’t. His hand explored her intimately, touching and feeling around tenderly to tease. When he found her clit she gasped at the contact.

The small, reverent circles making her stomach lurch and want more than just that. Her hands wrapped around his neck as he teased more. Her back arched into him as her hips moved impatiently and he sat back to pin her down. That must’ve turned her on, he noticed how she clenched around nothing. The muscles working on their own accord.

He smirked and continued his small circles, his finger moving lower and dipping into the wetness. Her body jerked at the touch and he smirked. “Quiet one hm?” He teased. She nodded and he pushed his finger in slowly, feeling around for the soft spot. “Voy a cambiar eso.” (I’ll change that). He added another finger, watching her face as her mouth dropped open in an aborted sigh of pleasure.

He picked up the pace, if she is quiet he wants to hear her make noises whether or not they’re voluntary. He felt her tense and squirm, small whines or pants escaping her mouth. He got her close, too close. He didn’t have the intention of edging her but here he was— lost in the thought of her being quiet that he didn’t realize. “Fucking tease.” She groaned when he took his fingers away.

“Sí cariño, wanted to hear those pretty noises.” He whispered, his voice deep and husky in her ear. Now would probably be the time to ask about condoms or lube— well a conversation that should’ve been had earlier but wasn’t. Neither of them had that thought right now, too lost in the pleasure.

She was wet and stretched enough from when he fingered her, so he lined up and her breath hitched. “Fuck” she breathed out, hesitant about how big he was. He ran a soothing hand up and down her thigh with a soft smile plastered on his face.

“I know, cariño, I’ll take care of you.” He assured her. She felt the head slip in and a bit more with it— it was not going to fit without a stretch. He slowly pushed in more, watching intently on her face— she was quiet but she showed her emotions through her face.

He got halfway in when he noticed her tense more than before. “That’s not all of it, is it?” She asked. He shook his head and didn’t move. When she relaxed at his touches and kisses, he moved again. Slowly out an inch and back in two. He repeated this until he couldn’t fit anymore.

“Dios Mio, that’s most of it.” He chuckled. She let out a garbled moan— he couldn’t even fit all of his cock into her. He repeated the shallow in and out thrusts as her body stretched around him. Tight and unforgiving as he did so. “Rápida o lenta?” (Fast or slow?) she knew enough Spanish that ‘ràpida’ meant fast so she went for the latter.

“Lenta por favor.” She giggled, butchering the pronunciation. He obliged and slowly pulled out all the way and slowly thrust back in. A whiny moan escaped her as she scrambled her hands over his body. “Oh god- fuck you’re huge.” She breathed.

He chuckled and continued the slow pace, enjoying the sounds of her pleasure. “Áspera o suave?” (Rough or gentle?) He whispered. She knew neither of these words. A strained whine came from her lips at the misunderstanding and he kissed her neck. “Tell me what you need cariño.” He demanded softly.

“Faster, and- fuck, that- whatever you just did!” She squealed. He rolled his hips to hit her g-spot and succeeded. The pace quickened and he hit that spot over and over. She was a squirming, whiny mess under him and he loved it.

“Ahh, ràpido y gentil?” (Fast and gentle) He asked with his lips quirked. She wanted to laugh but the pleasure crested when he hit that same spot again, quicker this time with the fast in and out motion of his hips against hers.

She moaned loudly as his hand found its way to her clit again, his hand sprawling across her stomach with his thumb dipping into her wet folds. The small bulge he felt was an opportunity he thought.

He pushed with his fingers and the reaction was immediate— her orgasm tearing through her as moans spilled freely from her lips. He smirked and kept the pace, position, and movements the same as before as she rode it out— quite literally the way she was moving her hips up to his.

“Holy fuck!” She squealed, forgetting about her friends next door. Her reaction caused him to forget how badly he needed to cum and he came with her. A few jerky thrusts and he was spilling cum inside her, slowing the movements with a few pants and cut off moans.

“Mierda!” He groaned. That’s not good. He forgot to pull out and she seemed too dazed to care at the moment. He moved slowly to pullout of her and let her breathing calm.

When she did calm enough, he went and grabbed a damp rag. He returned to her sobbing and turned to the side. He stood shocked at the side of the bed. Her hand clutched over her mouth and the other in between her closed legs. He didn’t want to startle her so he slowly sat on the bed beside her.

“Cariño?” He questioned. She bat a hand at him and he got off the bed. She didn’t even turn to look at him, just sobbed harder and was mumbling something.

“Get out.” She hiccuped. He scrambled to get his clothes on haphazardly to leave. The damp rag forgotten on the nightstand as he grabbed his stuff and walked out. The door clicking and automatically locking before he could rush back in.

Part 1 is here everyone!!!!

@il0vereadingstuff @angelluv16 @widow-cevans @justaf1girl @pandabiiissh @itznotsophia @kallanfiona

[justevelynnnn]

Y’know I love you, right?

Pairing: Sinister!Mark x Fem!reader

Summary: Mark doesn’t understand why you’re taking so long to warm up to him. He didn’t kidnap you, he saved you. And on top of that, he loves you so what’s the issue?

Warnings: Typical Sinister Mark stuff, reader is female, cannibalism, Mark being a sociopath, reader gets Stockholm syndrome, profanity, violence, mark being degrading, mention of a su1c1de attempt

A/N: Finally hopped on the Sinister!Mark train. Love hate relationship with this guy!

He didn’t understand why you were so startled by the gift he was giving you. Like….? Don’t you people have an expression about giving out hearts? Valentine’s Day was literally all about it, right? So when he opened the gift box—that he wasted all his stupid time wrapping by the way— and you screamed bloody murder, what was that even about?

Why were you so loud and so annoying?

So what he got you a real heart? He loves you! Can’t your selfish ass see that? Out of everyone, every hot model or super banging only fans chick he saw, he chose you. Lumpy, weak and weird.

Ever since he found you, weirdly hiding in an alleyway by the way, you just never stopped screaming and crying. Why were you yelling for help when you were already in his arms? He was helping you. And, he also only killed that man who was trying to pull you back down from the ground because he put his hands on you. You were his now so all of these men, and these slimy, worthless boys, needed to back the fuck off! Like now.

This Mark knew what he wanted. Chaos, free comics and women. He was tired of being nice, that got him nowhere before. So, you need to understand why he was so mad yiu didn’t like the gift.

He was nice enough to find you a place to stay, a random already decorated apartment so you and him didn’t have to waste time “decorating” it.

He was nice enough to get you food, so what it had blood on it just fucking eat it, okay?

And, he was nice enough to get you a heart. It was a fucking symbol of love for crying out loud!

What’s this? You want to go back “home?”

Well, this is weird because you already are home. You moved, remember? This is your new home, keep up!

He tried telling you this but then you just started punching him and throwing stuff. He’s never been so confused. Were you drunk or something? High maybe? How come you didn’t share any of it with him? It’s exhausting killing innocent people, sometimes when he comes home he just wants a nice, home cooked meal like his stupid mom used to make and a blunt. Is that too much to ask for?

If you were hiding blunts from him you were so gonna pay!

And how come you didn’t cook anyway? Why did you just cry on the couch, and, also, why did you try jumping out the window the other day? This is a pretty high floor and you stupid body would get really broken if you actually hit the ground. Lucky for your stupid ass he saved you right before you hit it. Youre really dumb you know that?

Oh, you were trying to kill yourself. Hm. Okay…. Well why on earth would you want to do that?

He’s been nothing but kind to you, and, yet, here you were again being so ungrateful. He saved your life and all you could do was say you “hate” him. Which, was obviously a lie.

Did you want a new apartment maybe? Or a mansion? He would ask.

No, you can’t go back to your place and your parents/family/whatever are gone. He got rid of them ages ago. They were actually just as weird as you, yelling about bringing you back and how he’s such a “monster”. How is he a monster when he’s so kind? He’s a simple boy. It wasnt his fault people were so mean and he had to put them in their place.

Oh, the innocent people? Most of them were just on his way honestly. So, not his fault. The others just were really bad at listening. He said to be his slave not run away and curse at him! It’s not his fault they were so fragile either. A simple punishment had them dying on the spot and how was he supposed to know he was dealing with meat bags and not quality property?

Angstrom was so fucking screwed for letting this be his option for an empire.

That’s why when he saw you, he was happy, okay? You were the perfect wife. Those sluts he fucked a week ago? They were just entertainment. To get his dick wet. Plus, he killed them because he fucked them “too hard” and also that’s not his fault, alright? Why did you even cry when he told you that? Are you really crying over people you didn’t even know, god you were so sensitive. They literally died happy, moaning on his dick. :)

And, could you please stop screaming when he ate? Sometime, your food just sucked. An arm was way better. Lots of nutrients and stuff. Tasty. You should try it sometimes.

He hates complaining about anyone, but if you wanted to make this work you just had to stop this nonsense.

He was so relieved when you did finally stopped crying a month later. That nonchalant, tear dried expression was beautiful on you. Perfect grounds for him to make you happy now! He didn’t think it’s work before because you probably couldn’t hear him over the crying. (You were so so loud).

He getting was close to ripping out your voice box there!

You should stop wearing those sweats and wear some tighter stuff now that you feel better, too. Don’t you know he can hardly see your ass in those baggy pants?

Things were so much better now. You finally stopped hitting him and let him touch your boobs! They were so soft. And you finally let him kiss you too! You tasted so much better than those whores. You tears even made your lips taste better.

You were just so perfect now don’t you know that? You stopped the yelling and crying and just sat there like how a good housewife should. Quiet, obedient. Beautiful.

Oh, turn that tv off.

Stop watching the news. All Cecil and the cia is doing is trying to scare you. No one is going to “find him” and he’s not missing he’s right here where he belongs. How could they say they were hunting for him when he’s trying to start a nice family here? Like a good man should! He treats you so so well too. Cecil is just evil.

No one is ever going to find you or him so don’t worry your pretty, little head. Okay?

[sleazy4shiu]

Shiu's doll

cw: threesome? (Shiu Kong x Toji Fushiguro), bdsm aspects (spanking), power imbalance, age gap relationship.

Life as Shiu Kongs wife was glamorous to say the least, he was a glorified sugar daddy giving you luxuries upon luxuries to keep you happy and in return you had to just be good to him and entertain when he was forced by his work to bring clients over.

It was morning and you were cuddled up in bed with him your arms tangled around him and he chuckled looking down at your sleepy form.

"Doll, tonight Tojis coming over for dinner along with some high end clients to settle out a deal, prepare the house all pretty?" He asked kissing your temple. Using his nickname he christened you with as a form of his tie over you, your his beloved pet he cherishes so dearly.

"Ugh I dont wanna, why cant you guys go somewhere else?" you complained mumbling against him. He quickly yanked your head back harsh enough to get your attention but not hard enough to hurt.

"Now come on doll, dont be a brat," he hissed. He let go pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as you pouted.

Shiu then left for work, spending a grueling day dealing with his clients and an even more difficult time dealing with Tojis incompetence. He finally got home the guests expected to be there in just thirty minutes. you were cooking dinner in the kitchen in a nice dress that he picked out and some heels.

“Hey doll,” he sighed kissing you from behind

“Hey Shiu,” you smiled softly kissing him back.

“Dinner looks good, the client and toji will be here soon,” Shiu added his hand on your lower back. You sighed

“I don’t wanna host tonight i just want to sleep” you complained, “Tojis annoying and the clients are so boring to talk to” you whined in a bratty tone. Shiu let a sharp smack to your rear.

“Now doll these clients you so hate keep you looking so pretty all the time, be good or i have no issues giving you a good attitude check in front of everyone,” he growled in a commanding tone. His hand then rubbing where he hit, kissing your temple as the doorbell rung.

The dinner progressed smoothly, you laughed when you were supposed to and were a perfect host. You helped the client out the door now all that left was Toji. He stayed in the living room with Shiu; the pair drinking alcohol and laughing away. You settled by Shiu annoyed, and clearly showing it on your expression just wanting to have Shiu to yourself for the night. He leaned in and whispered,

“Cmon doll smile, don’t make me have to spank you in front of Toji, your wearing my name, and outfit and in my house… act like it” He kissed your temple as Toji stared lustfully—not disguising his womanizing tendencies—his throat swallowing hard at the scene that’s unfolding

“Cmon Shiu i just want to spend the night with you! Make him go” you complained, and at that he picked you up quickly slinging you on his knee causing you to yelp loudly, “ah! Shiu what!” you shrieked. His hand came down slapping your ass as Toji stared a little in awe and in growing desire for his bosses wife.

“Count,” Shiu commandeered. His hand coming down again

“two!” you whimpered squirming. His hand came down twice more, “three, four—shit shiu i get it stop!” you whined out.

“Now doll don’t do the crime if you can’t pay the time—how about i get to your favorite number hm? seven sound fair, Toji! come here, how about you give the lash couple since she was so disrespectful to you” Shiu grinned. Toji immediately came picking you up easily and held you on his lap as he sat down, your straddling him your cheeks heated in embarrassment and the desire to kiss your husbands employee. Sitting on his lap you can feel his hard cock that rested under his slacks. Shiu gazed fixing his tie.

“come on baby only three more, that’s nothing hm” he grinned sleazily as he quickly struck your rear two more times unexpectedly causing you to whine. Your arms wrapping around his neck as you looked at Shiu, he was grinning back and you could see he was rock hard.

Tojis hand smacked down upon you once more harder than before causing you to leech forward letting out a yelp.

“Now we’re all done you sorry? You hurt me baby—not wanting to spend time with me-ouch,” he quirked his scarred lip up in a grin.

“I’m sorry!” you whined reaching for Shiu who grabbed your hand kissing your wedding ring.

“Your bottom hurt?” Shiu asked concerned. Toji lifted your dress to reveal your reddened ass

“Damn boss she does have a nice ass” Toji deadpanned unfiltered.

“Watch it fushiguro,” Shiu griped

“ah poor baby—we should make it up to you for being so so cruel,” Toji cooed teasingly. Shiu nodded in agreement.

“That okay with you doll?” Shiu asked gently grabbing you off Toji to kiss you.

You nodded and the two men began to strip you down.

“We’ll show you just how sorry we are doll,” Shiu grinned licking a stripe up your thigh as Toji was beside him begining to pry off your panties…

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hope everyone enjoyed! requests are open! :p

[sydwritess]

Whine and Dye

Ollie Bearman x fem!reader

Summary: You and Ollie spend a day together at your house, the sun shining, the day great. Great enough for a tie-dye party. You and Ollie have fun with it to, a little to much fun.

Second Person POV

You wake up early in the morning, the sun shining brightly, the air warm, but not humid.

You get up and go downstairs, the house empty. Your parents were out on a work trip, so you had the house to yourself.

You go into the kitchen, getting yourself some breakfast, eating quickly before running upstairs to change. You figured its a nice day out, so why not chill by the pool.

You threw your hair up into a high bun, but on a bikini and went outside. You walk out onto the deck from the sliding door, the warm air hitting you in the face.

You put your towel down on the chair to the left of the deck by the grill, and to the right of the deck was more chairs. You walk up the one step, walking past all of the pool stuff, and sit on the edge of the deck, dangling your feet in the pool.

As your sitting by the pool you go on your phone, taking a picture and posting it on snapchat.

Y/n Priv

You posted the pictures quickly and put your phone back down, enjoying the sun.

You were laying down on the deck, tanning when your phone rang. You pick it up and see that Ollie texted you.

'Your at the pool without me? :((' He types

'Your more than welcome to come over :)'

'Really?'

"Yeah of course! Bring your swim stuff, I can think of things to do.'

'Awesome, be over soon.' He types.

You put your phone down and go inside. You go down to the basement, searching for your tie-dye bin. You find it stashed away and grab it, bringing it upstairs and outside to the grass, along with a towel.

You go back inside again, getting a couple of white tapestry's and a couple of other white things. You make your way into the kitchen grabbing a bottle of Brunello Di Montalcino wine, and two wine glasses, going outside again.

You sit in the grass, laying everything out and getting everything ready when Ollie walks through the back door.

"Your favorite person has arrived!" He said, running down the stairs and in the yard towards you.

"Hey." You say, smiling at him.

He comes over towards you and bends down to kiss you.

"You've got quite the set-up here." He smiles, sitting down across from you.

"I know. Great right?" You say. He slowly looks at everything, inspecting it like it's glass.

"What is all of this?" He asks.

"Tie-dye stuff." You say.

"Tie-dye?"

"Oh my God. You've never heard of tie-dying before?" You ask, he shakes his head.

"Okay, it's basically like pouring different liquid colors on white things and it becomes like a rainbow, almost." You say.

"Interesting." He says, nodding along.

"So what do we do?" He asks.

"Take this, pinch it in the middle and twist it around in a circle." You say, handing him a packaged tapestry.

You get your tapestry, taking it out of the package and twisting it, putting rubber bands around it. Ollie finished his about five minutes after, having trouble, but you helped him.

Ollie began dying his right away, doing red and black. You started yours, doing all sorts of colors on the rainbow.

"How'd I know you were going to do the colors of your team." You smile.

"Well I'm not that predictable am I?" He asked, laughing.

"Here." You say, pouring wine into the glasses and handing him one.

He takes it try's it quickly.

"Hm, fancy." He says, smirking

"Brunello Di Montalcino. The best of the best." You say, holding up the bottle.

"I can tell."

We continued working until the tapestry's were done, you put all of the colors back away in the bin, so you could take them right inside later.

"Can I try something?" Ollie asks, a grin forming on his face.

"Sure, what is it?" You ask. He just smiles, get's up and walks inside.

You couldn't help but laugh a little bit. It takes him a minute or two until he finally comes back outside with many cotton swabs.

"Uh- what are those for?" You ask.

"Will these dyes hurt if you put them on you?" He asks.

"No, there all natural." You say suspiciously. He just smiled widely.

"Can I draw some designs on you?" he asks, holding up a pink color.

"Draw designs... on me?"

"Yeah! You know like tattoo's!" He expressed happily.

"You know, why not." You say, he claps his hands together, he grabs the pinks, dips the cotton swab in a starts drawing little designs on your legs.

"What is that one supposed to be?" You ask, laughing at one oddly shaped on.

"That's supposed to be my car!" He expresses.

"Alright then." You smile. "Can I draw something on you?" You ask.

"Yeah we should match." He smiles. You nod and start grabbing some colors.

You draw a sun, some waves, a heart, flowers, anything summery that comes to mind. You both spent some time dying each other's legs, when you look over, you see Ollie drawing the F1 logo on your ankle.

"Really?" You tease.

"What? I mean, you are a fan right?" He asked, smiling at you. You nod.

"Alright, well I'm done." You say, leaning back away from him.

He looks at his legs closely, looking at each individual drawing.

"I'm going to get that one tattooed." He smiles, pointing to a little butterfly outline on his ankle.

"You should." You say, looking at your leg. "And I'll get this one tattooed." You smile, pointing down to a little bear outline.

"Should we take these out?" He asks, holding up the bag with the tapestry's in it. You nod and stand up, walking further into the yard where the garden hose it.

"Just lay them out in the yard, I'll clean them off." You say.

You walk over to get the hose, turning it on and walking back over to Ollie. You start spraying the tapestries down, washing them thoroughly.

"You know, I think your doing it wrong." Ollie said.

"Says the one who never tie-dyed before." You say, giggling at him.

"No, no. I think it's like this." He says, taking the hose out of your hands. He starts spraying them down and suddenly turns to you, blasting you with the hose.

"Oh my God!" You yell, laughing at what just happened. He stands there dying laughing. You take that chance to steal the hose out of his hands, spraying him back. He just laughs harder.

"I don't understand how yours looks so good! Mine looks like a blob." He said, holding his up.

"Because I used color, not just red babe." You smile.

"I thought red is cool." He said innocently. You shake your head.

The two of you clean up the yard and go inside where you took pictures of the tie-dye you did today. Both of you quickly put everything away and go up to your bedroom for the rest of the day.

You and Ollie were driving to the paddock. It was an early morning before the race and Ollie had to go in to talk to Komatsu. Luckily it was a day scheduled for just the drivers so there wasn't much of a crowd.

Ollie parks in the employee parking lot and you both walk up to the gates. You were walking hand in hand through the paddock. But it didn't feel like a normal day. You felt more eyes on you then ever.

"Why's everybody starring at us?" You say, walking closer to Ollie.

"Did you forget our leg's were tie-dyed?" He asked.

"Oh shit-" You say, looking down at your legs.

"And you wore shorts. Brave choice." He said confidently.

"I'm not the only one." You say.

"Well I just wanted to show off my beautiful girlfriends work yeah?" He said, smiling.

We continue walking to the Haas team garage.

"Ollie mate, what happened to your legs?" Carlos questioned.

"It's called art." He smiled. "Why are you here?" He asked Carlos.

"Por qué no estaría aquí? Somos amigos, no?" Carlos said.

Ollie looked more confused then ever. Carlos had never spoken Spanish to Ollie, and when he did, it was little words.

"He asked why wouldn't he be here. And that you are friends." You say casually.

"Wait- you know Spanish?" Ollie asks, turning to you.

"It's easy to understand." You say, sitting in a chair in the garage.

"Bueno, veo que te divertiste con tu fiesta de tie-dye, mientras yo estaba aquí. En este caluroso y espantoso circuito. Lo uro por Dios, que estoy sudando la gota gorda mientras ustedes dos galopan por ahi divirtiéndoos. Al menos deberíais haberme invitado. Tu mejor amigo. Qué decepción." Carlos said quickly. Making Ollie's brain short wire.

"What... what did he say?" He asked, turning to you.

"He said 'well I see you had fun with your tie dye party, mean while I was here. In this hot, dreadful circuit. I swear to god, I'm sweating my ass off while you two are galloping around having fun. you should have at least invited me. Your best friend. Such disappointment.'" You repeat.

"Your evil." Ollie smiles, pointing to Carlos.

"Just think, me and y/n could talk about you now." Carlos smirked.

"I'm okay." You say.

"Ollie, what happened to your legs man?" Yuki said. He was walking up to you with Max.

"Art. The creativity of art." He said.

"You to y/n?" Max asked. You nodded.

Him and his friends talk for a while until they all leave, going to their team garages.

"You are... so styling right now." You smile.

"So are you." He smiles. He slowly leans in to kiss you.

"We should do this more often. You look cute." You say.

"Yeah... if I wasn't so and at it." He says, sitting next to you.

"Hey, practice makes perfect."

"Right. But let's not leave Carlos out next time. Or he actually might cuss me out in Spanish." He jokes.

"Deal." You say, laughing.

Hey loves! Hope you like this! This is my first time writing for Ollie. This was originally supposed to be George's piece, but I switched it lol. Requests are open for anything and anybody!

[howi99]

From the Nest 28

Jaune and Vernal: *laughing together, sitting on a park bench*

Blake: *confused* She was at his throat not even an hour ago and now they're just... Laughing as if nothing happened?

Sun: *Finally out of Penny's grasp* I think it's cultural from where they came from. *Shrug* Although it's mostly the same in Vacuo, so it never bothered me or my teammates.

Blake: *looking at Sun, even more confused* Wait, your entire team is from Vacuo except her?

Sun: Yep.

Blake: Then... Why not go to Sanctum?

Sun: *looking at Blake with a deadpan expression* I had enough of fighting for my life everyday, i think i deserve taking a break in Haven.

Nora: Huh, is it really that much better?

Sun: Well, i can actually eat without stealing or hunting, so... Yeah?

Jaune: *hearing him* What's wrong with hunting?

Vernal: *rolling her eyes* Don't worry about that wimp, Jaune. He doesn't understand the beauty of living in nature, like us.

Sun: *a bit vexed* Try surviving of rats and pigeons for years and tell me how much "easier" i had it!

Vernal: *pointing at Jaune* That guy had to kill Grimm just to be able to hunt when he was a kid. At least you didn't have ursas and boarbatusks going after you.

Sun: ...

Jaune: *chuckle* She's exaggerating. I only lured them into traps me and my teacher made beforehand. And it only happened a couple of times.

Sun: ... *Looking at his hands* Uh, so that's how it feels to find someone who had it worse than oneself.

Yang: *point to Ren and Nora* You should listen to their story. Now THAT'S what i call having it worse.

_ _ _

Vernal: *frown, looking inside Jaune's travel bag* ... Huh, where is it?

Jaune: Whatcha searching?

Vernal: *still searching* Solstice, you didn't bring it?

Ruby: *ear perking* Hm?

Jaune: Oh huh, i had to leave it back at camp. The string snapped off and i wasn't sure if i could repair it here. *Scratch his head* Had i know Beacon was next to a forest-

Ruby: *leaning behind them* What are you two talking about?

Jaune: *looking behind him* My crossbow I left back home. *Sigh* The string broke off around a day or two before i came to Vale.

Ruby: A crossbow?

Jaune: *shrug* People prefer guns nowadays, but in the middle of a forest? Trying to find ammo isn't really a viable option.

_ _ _

Weiss: You're from Atlas?

Penny: *smiling* Indeed! Though i must say; the city of Vale is oh so much more alive! It hasn't been a day yet and i already made friends!

Pyrrha: *chuckle* You can say that again. I don't remember the last time i could relax without being assailed by paparazzi or rabbid fans.

Weiss: *groan* Gosh can people be annoying.

Penny: *tilt her head* Am i annoying?

Weiss: *shake her head* I meant paparazzi and the likes. You're a bit weird, but that just means you're fitting right in with our group. *Chuckle while glancing at Jaune and company* Everyone here seems to be some level of dork anyway.

Penny: Oh, i see! So you're a dork too!

Weiss: *blink, then smile* Guess i am, if i have yet to run away, uh?

_ _ _

Jaune: *sigh, lighting a smoke* ...

Vernal: *smoking next to him* So? What now?

Jaune: *inhaling the toxic smoke, and exhaling it with a sigh* I don't know Vern. You're like a sister to me, and *dry chuckle* Well, you saw just like me how fucked up relationship can be, right?

Vernal: ... *Looking to the side* We could be friends with benefits-

Jaune: *shake his head* That's not what you want... *Taking another drag* And you deserve better than me anyway.

Vernal: *frown* Not that again. *Grab his arm, whispering angrily so that nobody would hear but him* If it's because of what happened back at the village, it wasn't your fault! I asked for it, you didn't force me into anything i didn't want to be a part of, Jaune.

Jaune: *flicker the ashes away* ... Maybe, but now you're stuck with a target on your back. And it's only a matter of time before anyone notices... *Looking at her with a sad smile* Especially if you show your emotions as much as you do, Vern.

Vernal: *close her eyes, the green flames receding back* I just need a bit more time to control that power, Jaune. I'll be fine.

Jaune: ... *Taking a last drag, then flickering the cigarette off into a puddle* Still, i robbed you of a normal life. I should have refused, give it to Raven instead.

[oneecheri]

Sammy comforting his lover during her period

tw: literally none?? pure fluff and what i need :c

Sam Winchester is the understanding type of lover. He can sense what's going on in his lover's head. Progress how she feels and, deep down, share her thoughts. He is the type of partner who just knows. He doesn't need her explanation. He doesn't need to be told everything - he is just aware. His loving gaze always fixated on her beautiful face, on her various expressions. So yeah, he does know how his lover feels - and when she has her period, he's - well - he tries.

"So, according to this book, having a hot water thingy, a uh, a bag, on your belly helps with your cramps. It also suggests keeping it hot throughout the day, so i might refresh the water in a couple of hours -"

"Sam?"

"But there's also the danger of burning yourself if there's any hot water escaping the plastic. We can't have that baby, then we'll stick -" His large hand reached a magazine on the table and rushed to skip to a certain page, speaking fast. "- we will just stick to hot towels, hm, how about that baby?"

"Sammy?" Her sweet voice danced across the room, however unable to get his attention.

"Or would you like to take a warm bath first? It will help loosen your muscles and your cramps will be less painful." Sam's squinted green eyes skimmed through the pages. He wanted to help his lover so bad.

She - on the other hand - tried her best not to laugh cause he looked so stressed about it. While this was her reality since puberty.

"You know that we have this each month, right?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes momentarily leaving the magazines, books, and the website open on the computer. "Yeah, right. "

She put on a large smile and approached him with her aching body. "I just want to lay down." Sam nodded and opened his mouth. "Okay, you rest here and I will buy you some -"

"With you, Sammy." She touched his shoulder gently and gathered all his attention on herself. Sam smiled softly and reached his lover. He hugged her not too soft, not too tight, solely making her feel his warm presence. She let out a deep, shaky breath, clinging to her boyfriends warmth. Sam navigated them through the room, finding their bed in no time. He laid her to the bed slowly, pulled the covers over her body, and pecked her forehead. "Give me a second babygirl, then I'm yours."

She whined and tried to hold onto Sam's large arm quickly but stopped her protests with another gentle peck that landed on her pouty lips. "One second." He whispered and left the room in a rush. From what she could hear, he was gone to the kitchen. She smiled to herself before a new wave of pain hit her body. That sudden pain made her clench her teeth in pure agony.

But before she lost herself in her body's pain, Sam was back. He had a bar of super delicious chocolate in his hands.

"So love, I bought this yesterday for you! Your just-in-case and late-night-snack chocolate." He looked so happy to be there for her, with her, and gently lay beside her, peeling the shiny golden foil from the chocolate. His tone was soft, so warm, absolutely wrapping her body in delight.

"Open that pretty mouth, come on." He broke off a small piece and made her eat the chocolate. She giggled while sucking on the chocolate and turned her gaze to his face. "You should eat too." He shook his head and refused. "No, this is for you. It is advised to eat some chocolate during the menstrual period -"

"Sam, eat!" She ordered while giving him the doe eyes. He gulped and knew - his heart was so close to giving in. "I have my chocolate, right here." He said, stretching his hand behind her head. She, on the other hand, wasn't convinced, and she wasn't going to give up. "Eat up, Samuel!"

Sam's eyes widened, and he had to eat the next piece of chocolate. Not because he wanted it, but because she wanted it for him. He smiled upon feeling the sweetness on his tongue and lay down fully near his girlfriend.

She smiled and put her head on his chest slowly. He sighed as her floral shampoo hit his senses. His big hands stroked her beautiful hair and massaged her scalp for a while. When he saw that she was getting sleepy due to all the special treatment and care she was getting, he put his hand inside her t-shirt - right on her bare belly. Her breath hitched due to the sudden warmth invading her body and easing her pain.

Sam was whispering sweet nothings and a random lore about a case, as her eyelids felt heavier and she was about to fall into the dreamland. She smiled at this weird mixture of topics, hoping not to see the creature in her dream so desperately.

[ahnaiee]

⋆｡°✩ Constellation Discovered ⋆｡°✩

PRETEND BOYFRIEND !

⋆｡°✩ ;; Xavier, Rafayel ⋆｡°✩ ;; You ask them to pretend to be your boyfriend. Just for a day.  ⋆｡°✩;; Part 2: Zayne, Sylus, Caleb here!! ⋆｡°✩ ;; Modern AU! No such thing as evols and such.

XAVIER

It started two days ago. You had chatted Xavier late in the afternoon, while he was doom scrolling on his phone.

two days ago.

you: hey, xav, this is random but you: can i ask for a favor?

Xavier: ? sure. What is it?

you: can you be my boyfriend?

Xavier drops his phone on his face.

you: Pretend!!!  you: Pretend Boyfriend!!

Xavier stares at your next message. okay. Ouch. Just a bit. Getting a message like that, while having a crush on your apartment neighbor, friend, movie night buddy? But he replies.

Xavier: … what do U mean?

you: okay, hold on I’ll explain it on call. 

Present.

An invitation to a wedding to a cousin that you can’t exactly make excuses for since according to them “You missed so many family gatherings” (on purpose), that you haaavve to make up for it by coming to their wedding. 

And you NEEDED a plus one. Code word for boyfriend so they could stop badgering you over your love life.

And so, you asked Xavier, your friend, your apartment neighbor, and also the only person you could think of to ask that as a favor. 

Over facetime, you were basically begging for him to agree, anyways. 

(“PLEASE, Xav. I’ll do anything!! Just pretend to be my boyfriend for a day, just for the wedding, and then we’re good!” He gives you a skeptical look. You smile sheepishly.)

He agreed. Xavier couldn’t help it– not when you threw him the puppy-eyed look. He folded SO quick, so easily. If Jeremiah was here, he would laugh at his face. 

So now, here you are, sitting in his car, dressed up so pretty and so beautiful that when he saw you, Xavier froze on the spot and had to fight back the blush that colored his face. 

“Xav? Hello?” You wave a hand over his face, and he snaps back into reality, turning to you. “Yeah? Sorry, spaced out.” 

You give him a look, but shrug. “Okay… Anyways, I have the venue location.” You show him the address, “Do you know where? I can set up Maps…” 

“Nah, It’s good. I got it.” and he starts the car. If you found him hot at that moment, that is something you will unpack after the wedding. 

The way there is you giving him a rundown of everyone in the family– who to avoid, who to tolerate, and who has your approval of “chill and will call back if ever”. He takes it like a champ, nodding and asking questions and mentally taking notes. 

“And if they ask about us?” He glances at you, and you smile. Xavier wants to kiss you right then and there. He holds back. Pretend boyfriend, he reminds himself.

“Just say we became friends and then boom, romance.” You shrug. “We don’t have to go overboard in the story. We’ve been friends for a while so you can answer whatever other questions they can have. Can you wing it, if ever?” You turn to him and Xavier nods. 

“Yeah. I’ll… I'll try.”

“Okay. I’ll try to not leave you alone. I don’t want you meeting the…” You shudder. “Terror side of the family.”

It was not fine. The moment the reception began, Xavier was bombarded with pushy aunts, curious cousins, and teasing uncles. And you.. Were nowhere to be found. 

Xavier chuckles. “We’ll be fine.”

To be fair, he can see you on the other end of the venue, but you were also surrounded by family (that you like), and Xavier really doesn’t want to disturb that wide smile of yours just to deal with the family you don’t like. So– just to see  you smile, he manages. 

But then he sees someone, a guy,  you haven’t mentioned take his place next to you. He squints, a frown on his lips. Who is that? 

His question is quickly answered by one of the aunts chattering to her husband. “Isn’t that Ryle?” 

“Hm?” The uncle to look over in your direction. Xavier tries to keep his attention to them. “Ah. Yes. The guy who liked [Name] before she moved away?”

“....” Xavier’s frown deepens. 

“Wasn’t he her ex? Why is he here?” Xavier freezes, and he eyes the guy closely, watching his every move from across the room. Ryle is standing too close to you, smiling and laughing along with your group and his jaw tightens.

“Ah, he’s friends with the groom.” The aunt shrugs, and the conversation shifts over to the bride and the groom but Xavier tunes that part out, his eyes zeroing on you. 

You, so pretty in that dress and that guy named Ryle moves closer to you and rests an arm over your shoulder. You make a face, one that tells him of how uncomfortable you are and— 

He doesn’t know how he got to the other side of the room so quickly, but he smiles politely to your cousins who excitedly greet him. You meet his gaze, wide eyed and confused, but you smile and he can feel his chest tighten at your smile. 

“Xavi.” His smile turns genuine, and he can see Ryle (said in disgust) give him a look when he maneuvers you away from him so he can hold you to him. His hand is on his waist and he pulls you to him, and you let him, Ryles arms dropping away from your shoulders in the process. “What brings you here?” 

Xavier smiles, “I missed you.” 

That got a barrage of squeals from your cousins. One comments, “Oh my god, [Name], maybe you’ll be next in the wedding calendar!” and another goes “Awsh, I wish my boyfriend was that sweet.”

You flush at Xaviers words, and at the comments, lightly punching him. “I was gone for ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes too long.” He’s not even pretending at this point, even though you think that he’s a good actor, and you huff out a laugh. You miss the way Xavier gives Ryle a suspicious side eye, pulling you farther from him. 

“[Name]?” Ryle forces out a laugh, eyes flickering from Xavier’s hand on your waist to you.“ Who’s this?”

You smile, polite and strained, and Xavier subtly glares at him. “My boyfriend, Xavier. Xavi, this is Ryle, an old friend.” 

“Ah, ‘s that so? It’s nice to see you, Ryle.” He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Ryle gives Xavier a dirty look, and he returns it, proceeding to give you a kiss to your cheek as if to prove his point. 

That does it, and Ryle looks away from you two, quickly excusing himself from the group.

Xavier grins in victory, and glances at you. 

You’re red, eyes wide as you look at him, but you couldn’t break the facade now, could you? So you play it off with a smile and a laugh, opting to instead deal with the squeals of your cousins at his action instead of questioning his actions right then and there. Xavier watches you smile with them, and he internally decides that maybe this pretend boyfriend isn’t it. 

Because he’s too jealous for his own good, you are too pretty for him.

Yeah. Xavier thinks as he stares at you, unaware of the soft look on his face. I don’t think pretending is good for me anymore. 

At that moment, he decides to confess on the way home. 

Pretend boyfriend? Yeah- no. 

He’d much rather be your actual boyfriend. 

RAFAYEL

The moment you asked him in the middle of him working on an art piece, he turned to you and grinned. Wide. 

“You want me to be your boyfriend?”

You roll your eyes. “Pretend. Pretend boyfriend.”

“For how long?”

“A day.” You pause. “Maybe. I don’t know if my parents are going to make me stay longer than I should, so let's say two? Or three.” You turn to Rafayel, eyes pleading. “Raf, please say yes I’m going insane. If I go to that family gathering without a boyfriend again, I’m going to be subjected to 10 aunts, 10 uncles and at least 15 prissy cousins asking me why I’m so single. And I would go home with a stack of cards with their “suggested” boyfriends I can get. Like?? Can they get out of my business?”

That makes him laugh a bit too loud, and he gets a punch to the arm for that. 

“Ow- Ow!! Okay, okay! Yeah sure. I’ll be your pretend boyfriend for how long you need me to.” 

You beam. “Really? Oh my God, thank you SO much, Raf. I promise I’ll make it up to you when this is over.” In your excitement, you pull him in for a tight hug, smile so wide it hurts the muscles in your face. 

You miss the reddening of his ears, and the fond smile that graces his lips.

“Yeah. You better.”

It’s a family gathering, one where you had to give Rafayel of your aunts and uncles, cousins. He made a list. A LIST. You gave him an A+ for effort. There was even a quiz night where you gave questions about them and he answered them. Got them all flawlessly. 

You glare at him and Rafayel just laughs.

Dedicated pretend boyfriend here! The gathering was held at a family member's house, and you told him to dress semi-formal. “They tend to go all out in gatherings like these, so you have to be in semi-formal, or something.”

Rafayel nods, “Alright. What color are you wearing then?”

“Eh?” You blink at him. 

He blinks. “I mean, we can go matching? Won’t that help the act?”

“Oh. Right. Yeah.” You ignore the fluttering in your chest. “Uhmm, just a blue dress, I guess? With a ribbon.”

“Gotcha.” 

You give him a look, “You don’t have something to match that, right? You really don’t have to go through lengths just to match my outfit.”

Rafayel just grins at you, boyish grin, eyes crinkling, and you want to punch yourself in the face for thinking he looked cute. “Nah. I want to match with you.”

Oh fuck all, you want to kiss him.

“I don't want to be here.” You grumble to Rafayel. He’s dressed in a dark blue formal top and white pants, matching your light blue and white dress with a cute white bow pulling your hair up. He chuckles, eyes crinkling at you. “[Name], we haven’t even entered yet.”

You’re kind of regretting asking him to be your pretend boyfriend, because you're pretty sure falling for him in the process was not the plan.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to meet those people! I mean really, Sarah? She’s going to be on my ass for the rest of the night. She hates me for some reason and I lost all the care to even think about why.”

Your pretend boyfriend just laughs, winking at you “Don’t worry, cutie. I’ll do my best to get her off your ass.”

You blush at the nickname but you give him an appreciative smile. “Thanks, Raf.” 

“Babe.”

“What.” You blink. He grins at you, wide and innocent. 

“I’m your boyfriend, right?” He pokes your side. “You’re supposed to call me babe.”

“Right.” You huff. “Okay, babe.” He grins at that, and extends his arm. “Shall we go in?”

You make a face, but nod. “Yeah. Let's go in.”

It’s been okay for the first hour. Introductions were made, and Rafayel was flawless in answering all the questions, you nearly fold and silently wish he really is your boyfriend. The problem arises an hour later, and you were whisked away from Rafayel’s side to talk to your close family. The ones you actually like, and he stays back at the couch, wanting to give you some privacy to catch up with them.

Unfortunately, he senses someone head over to him, and he feels the couch dip. He glances at them to check if the person is here to talk to him and– 

“You must be [Name]’s boyfriend!” Damn. Okay. It's a cousin. Dark hair, high pitched voice, fake smile– ah. Sarah. Rafayel nods, and smiles wide and sweet. “Yep! That’s me.” 

Sarah gives him a rundown gaze, and his smile tightens but he nevertheless appears friendly. She gives him a smirk, tilting her head at him. “Really? What do you see in her?” 

His smile drops and he furrows his brows at her. Irritation and annoyance begins to stir in his chest. “What?”

She continues, tone innocent, but motives certainly obvious. “I mean, like, her? Really? You could do SO much better.” She eyes him, smiling sweetly. “Did she pay you to be here, or what? I wouldn’t put it past her to do that.” 

That does it, and Rafayel’s face hardens.

“How dare you say that about her.” His voice is harsh. “You may be her cousin or whatever, but you do not have the right to say that about my wonderful girlfriend.” His gaze is serious, and it's obvious that he’s ticked. 

Sarah blinks, and nervously chuckles. “Whaat? C’mon I was just stating facts–”

“No. [Name] is a beautiful woman, self-made and confident and I am lucky that she even looked in my direction.” Rafayel doesn’t pause, nor slow down, completely annoyed with the rude insinuations that she made. “She is an amazing woman and an amazing girlfriend. It’s no surprise that you’re jealous of her.”

She gasps, brows furrowing as she tries to retort, but Rafayel continues. “And if you think I’m going to sit here and listen to you rudely insult my girlfriend, then you are very wrong, Karen.” 

Sarah turns red, and she stands up from the couch, furious. “My name is Sarah!” And she turns and stomps away. 

He just watches her with furrowed brows and a frown, before signing back into the couch.

“Wow.”

The shocked tone of your voice makes him jolt up and he turns to see you standing right behind the couch, eyes wide with drinks on both hands. “I’m… wow, Raf. Thats….” 

He covers up the surprise with a grin, “Hey cutie. When’d you get here?” He pats the spot on the couch next to you

“Since Sarah asked if I paid you to be here.” You blink, and take a seat next to him while handing him the drink. 

“Oh yeah. She’s a bitch.”

You laugh. “Yeah. I don’t like her…” You trail off, eyeing Rafayel closely, and he hums, smiling as he tilts his head. 

“What’s wrong, cutie?”

“.. Did you mean that?” You quietly ask, fingers curling on the handle of the cup nervously. “I mean, like, you were very passionate about defending me and…”

“Hey.” Rafayel taps your knee, getting you to lift your gaze. Your breath catches at the serious look in his eyes and he brushes a hand to your cheek. “I was serious. You’re an amazing woman, [Name]. I really was lucky that you even looked in my direction before, hell, you decided to be friends with me.”

You flush, but he continues, “And anyone will be lucky to have you as a girlfriend.” 

A shy smile curls on your lips, and you point out his words, “Look at you? Raf, why would you even think that? I mean, you were a hotshot back in college and…”

His thumb caresses your cheek, and you feel your heartbeat beat a bit faster… then he pulls away and grins at you. You blink, he winks, “I’ll tell you later. We still have an act to play, cutie. Though maybe after we talk later, it won’t be an act, yeah?”

You gape at him, mind racing as you process the meaning of his words, then you flush a bright red. 

Rafayel laughs, you hit his shoulder lightly.

©ahnaiee [do not repost, copy, translate, or modify]

[moonxytcn]

Throat Training Day

— Natasha Romanoff x Reader

ೀ Warnings ┆18+, cis het men & minors dni, smut, fluffy (at the end), strap blowjob (R giving), throat fuck, eating pussy (R receiving), light breath control, Natasha calls herself daddy once (oops). Tell me if I missed something please

ೀ A/n ┆I was initially going to write this as just a normal smut on my nsft account, but I thought, why not turn this into a Nat drabble hm? so here it is, enjoy and say Amen to Natasha hehe <3 Just a reminder that writing isn't exactly my strong suit, but I like to write when ideas come to me.

〃- English is not my first language.

ೀ┆Masterlist

I was on my knees, wearing only the lingerie I knew was Tasha's favorite, looking between her face and the strap she was wearing that was close to my face.

Feeling those butterflies in my stomach and the anticipation of what I knew was coming, I can't lie and say that I hadn't been thinking about this moment since I opened my eyes this morning, because I was. And I was thinking a lot. Every second, every moment I had the opportunity, my brain reminded me of what was going to happen at this exact moment, today was the day to train my throat, which honestly could just be a silly excuse for Natasha to fuck my throat. If there's one thing she loves to fuck the most, my pussy being the first, of course, it's my mouth, she says she loves seeing me on my knees for her, with little tears running down my cheeks and my mouth full of her cock.

And I love pleasing her, I would do anything for this goddess of a woman. Standing in front of me wearing only the strap exposing her toned and slightly muscular body, her strong arms, her thighs, and oh god, her abs, the one I could spend hours staring at and tracing my fingers, the one I've ridden until I came, her hands and the prominent veins in one that holds the strap on and the other that gently strokes my hair, looking at me like she owns the whole world, and mine she does. Taking me out of my thoughts I soon hear her sensual voice.

"Open your mouth, princess," she says, as she lightly threads her hands through my hair, pulling my head back slightly.

Doing as she says, she moves her hips forward, slowly inserting the strap into the warmth of my mouth, letting out a low moan as if she could feel it, which sometimes I wonder if she really does.

"God, you look so precious right now, with your mouth getting filled with my cock," see? She loves it. "Remember our rules hm? Light taps on my leg if it gets too much." She starts moving more, her hips moving back and forth, each time taking the strap deeper. She stops when she reaches the back of my throat, making me gag a little.

"Hm fuck... Just like that honey. Breathe through your nose, remember, relax and breathe," pulling the strap back she gives me a moment to breathe, a small line of drool connecting my mouth to the strap.

Rubbing the tip on my lips, she quickly thrusts it in again, this time going harder, in and out, letting us hear only the wet sound of me gagging whenever she hits the back of my throat, and her soft moan. Wrapping her left hand around the back of my neck and her right hand going to the front of my throat, feeling the movement there, she thrusts the strap all the way in this time and stops when my nose touches her belly. Leaning slightly so that she prevents me from breathing through my nose, my hands immediately go to her thighs, grabbing them.

"Shh shh come on you can handle it," Nat says as she tightens her grip on my hair, gagging and lightly slapping her thigh to let her know it's too much, she pulls away immediately letting me take a deep breath. "Good girl, fuck, so so good," she says as she caresses my face and hair.

Still breathing heavily and smiling sweetly at her, I lean forward giving kisses and light licks along the length of the strap, looking into her eyes I see them turn a darker shade of that beautiful green, taking me by surprise she grabs me making me let out a little scream, turning me onto my stomach and making me get on all fours at the end of the bed that was behind me she soon kneels behind me making me moan when I immediately feel her tongue against my dripping hole and moving down towards my clit.

"Uhh Nat- Oh fuck!" I moan feeling her rub her tongue on my clit, quickly bringing me close to my orgasm. "Fuck fuck fuck, ugh baby please-" feeling a strong slap on my ass I moan louder.

"Come on sweet girl, cum for me hm? cum for your daddy," She murmurs against my pussy, licking me even faster, feeling my thighs tremble she soon grabs them as my orgasm rips through me with a scream of her name. Now slowing down, letting me enjoy the afterglow of my orgasm, she caresses my ass and back, leaving light cougar kisses on the back of my thighs. "My good little girl."

Laying down on the bed, I quickly roll over onto my back to look at her, stretching my hands towards her, inviting her to lie on top of me, to feel her weight on top of me like a blanket, her arms around me, she quickly unties the strap with a soft smile and comes to lie down with her head on top of my chest, she knows how much I appreciate skin-to-skin contact after moments like this, feeling her on top of me gives me a feeling of security and comfort.

"You were amazing as always, Y/n. I love you sweetheart, so much," she says trailing her hands gently over my arms and shoulders in a tender caress.

"And I love you more, my Natty," I tell her, tightening my arms around her, letting us relax and enjoy each other's arms in a peaceful, soft moment filled with love from both of us.

[hotchs-big-hands]

A little bite never hurt

Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader

18+ Minors don’t interact

For @l1v1ngz0mb1e

Warning(s): reader bites Aaron, suggestive

This was a lot of fun to write 🤭 I hope you enjoy it!

You didn’t know why you did it, normally you had better self control than this.

The music in the bar pumped through your body, but it was nothing compared to the racing of your heart in this very moment as, out of the blue, you leaned over and bit down on your goddamn boss Aaron Hotchner’s, bicep- exposed to you as he was wearing a polo shirt that day.

Well, it wasn’t completely out of the blue for you, it had been an urge you’d had for a long time. Day by day it slowly brewed inside your mind, the need to sink your teeth into his arms, his hands, anywhere. But of course, that wouldn’t be appropriate, would it? It was bad enough you were sporting a big crush on your superior, but the things you wanted to do to that man… you dreaded him, or any of the others for that matter, finding out about any of this.

It was a bit too late for that now though, your body filled with the horrible sensation of humiliation and shame as you straightened back up and promptly stood up from your seat. All eyes were upon you, your friends and coworkers, while they processed what had just happened. Your eyes flicked to Aaron, who was stiff in his chair and he stared at you with an unreadable expression.

You trembled and stepped back.

“I- oh my god, I am so sorry, sir!” You babbled, your chest tight with anxiety. “I’m- I’m gonna go home.”

Without another glance back, you turned on your heel and bolted out of the bar, not wanting to wait and hear what he or the others would say or do. Your thoughts were racing a million miles a minute, stressing over the fact that you’d just bitten down on Aaron’s bicep, enjoyed it, then realised what a fucking weirdo you were. And now, now you wondered if you were going to lose your job for inappropriate behaviour.

As soon as you made it outside the bar you paused for a moment as you thought about what you were going to do next. You certainly couldn’t stay here, but you’d gotten a ride there with Derek. Maybe you could take an uber? Good idea. With trembling hands, you fumbled around with your phone as you attempted to find the app you needed to get a ride home.

What you didn’t expect was a hand to grasp your arm carefully but firmly, startling you to spin around to see who had grabbed you.

Oh god.

Aaron’s brows were knitted tightly together in a frown and your stomach coiled.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his voice low and serious.

You swallowed thickly.

“I- I was getting a ride home! I- I’m so sorry sir, I don’t know what came over m-“

“-I’ll drive you home. Come on.”

“But-“

The man glared at you.

“Come on.” His voice was a rumble; he meant business. And so, with a defeated sigh, you relented and nodded slightly.

This satisfied Aaron and he turned to lead you towards where he’d parked his car.

Neither of you spoke at first when you set off, you didn’t know if you should dare to. So when Aaron finally spoke it caused you to jump.

“So, care to explain why you bit down on my arm, hm?”

You shuddered slightly, shifting your legs a bit as you stalled answering.

“I… I don’t know.” You said finally. Aaron hummed.

“Really? That’s funny, I don’t believe you.”

“S-sir!?” You squeaked and turned in your seat to face him, eyes widened. But the man continued to watch the road, seemingly unphased.

“You really want me to spell it out for you, hmm? Or would you rather you told me the truth?”

This couldn’t be happening. Surely he didn’t know how you felt about him… right? But then again, he was an excellent profiler, far more experienced than you were, and that was almost frightening.

You exhaled through your nose and dipped your head slightly.

“I- you- you have, um, very nice arms, sir… and just overall physique- not- not that that’s important though!” You stuttered. The car rumbled quietly. “I guess… I just sort of wanted to bite you. God- I’m so sorry, this is terrible-“

“-do you think about biting me a lot?” Aaron cut you off, finally casting a glance at you. You shuddered.

“Y-yes… but! I wasn’t ever going to do such a thing! I don’t know what happened tonight!”

“Really?” Aaron quizzed, slowing the car to stop for the traffic lights. “So it has nothing to do with your feelings for me, right?”

What.

“S-sir?”

Aaron turned his head in your direction this time and he studied you broodingly.

“You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me? The way you talk to me? The way you act around me? It’s far different than how you interact with the others, more… intimate. An underlying sense of affection towards me.” He smirked slightly and faced forward again when the lights changed to green. “Perhaps while you were preoccupied with trying to keep your feelings for me a secret, you neglected to notice the way I interact with you too.”

Your head snapped in his direction, mouth agape slightly the second you processed what he’d just said to you. Aaron was still slightly smirking, his dimple casting a crescent shadow on his cheek.

“Wh-what-?! You-!”

“Yes, I have feelings for you too.”

“What the fuck.” You gasped, earning a delightful laugh. Aaron reached across to lay his hand on your knee, causing you to jolt in your seat and, once more, he chuckled.

“You’re cute.”

The hand remained on your knee, which you were more than happy about. Your body felt as though it was on fire, you’d daydreamed about his touch before, but it could never compare to how it actually felt as it did right then. It was all you could focus on, that is until he spoke again.

“Now, to return to how we got to this point in the first place,” he said, more than likely feeling your leg tense up under his grasp. “If you’re biting me, I think it’s only fair if I get to have my own fair share of biting you, right?”

A small sound escaped the back of your throat, a hybrid of a squeak and strangled gasp, and you could have sworn the man beside you chuckled quietly. Aaron’s hand on your knee squeezed down slightly, prompting you to speak.

“I-” You idly glanced out the window; it wouldn’t be long before you pulled up where you lived. Perhaps…

“H-how about you follow me inside and you’ll see how much you’re allowed to bite me, sir.”

Aaron glanced at you, his gaze dark and his lips pulled into a smirk.

“Oh, I’d love to.”

Thank you for reading! I’m still trying to get back into the groove of writing, this was a fun little quick thing to do!

[thatbitchery]

On Today's episode of me doing everything but the thing I actually get paid to do, here's some subtle things that tell you're a people pleaser

Explaining yourself when there's no consequence to being misunderstood. In fact in my books this is a sign of a weak backless wet tissue person. The people pleaser need to be understood has roots in trauma and bla bla as does everything but I find it the most disgusting because why are you doing that. When you rush to clear your name when there's literally no consequence to it not being cleared you give off such submissive vibes and mark yourself for bullying and you'll find the more you explain yourself the more you get misunderstood. People don't misunderstand you because they don't have adequate information they do it because it makes them feel bigger and stronger. And when you play into it you just feed into the monster. If they wanted to understand you they'd have looked for the truth before making baseless accusations.

Arguing. I'm going to need you all to stop doing this why are you so intent on being right? We've talked about this before, everyone else is right. You are wrong. Argument is sibling and husband/wife privilege everyone else is 100000% right let it go. STOP engaging people's egos pls. If you don't share parents or a contact in AG joining you in matrimony they literally do not matter. Spouse or sibling. Everyone else is right.

Apologizing every time someone alludes you've made a mistake. I see this in eastern pop culture where Thai/Korean/ China stars apologize everytime the fans say they're wrong and just cringe. Pople deciding you are wrong does not equal you are wrong and even if you're wrong so what? Every ongoing or retired people pleaser knows once you start apologizing you'll never stop people will start finding fault in the way you talk walk breathe exist have skin etc. I'm not saying never apologize I'm saying unless you can clearly see you were wrong don't. More often than not it works in your favor it made Jordan Peterson millionaire and public figure from a random professor. It works in your favor to not always apologize and against you to act like a mindless thing that can't think for itself. See what it did for Andrew Tate? Nicki Minaj? It's always better to be the villain than the hero. I told y'all from day one I am a gold digging lying narcissistic misandrist witch and I have never once strayed from it I said I hate men I said I am a gold digger I said I only care about myself and I believe in the stars is it not clicking? So you know not to try and virtue signal me I don't even have virtues and I don't apologize. I said fuck you and your god now what. What are you going to do? Make a post? Its better to be the villain than to be the good girl always. I said exactly what I said. What about it? What's the worst you can do?

Giving your two cents in everything, even things that don't concern you. I understand why celebrities care about Palestine why do you? HuMaNiTariAn yes people pleaser. You fake goody two shoes i saw you with an iPhone and Apple is contributing to the war throw it away. NO? HM. Who cheated on who is none of your business

In conjunction with above, picking sides on things that have nothing to do with you. Especially this one lol. This one actually because i literally learned about it in class.

Trends.

Changing your opinion when it gets opposition. This especially is funny to see on this app when you get one disagreeing reblog / comment and all of a sudden you agree. Is the backbone in the room with us? Mind you its a website on the internet I don't even want to think about in real life. If you are someone that changes your opinion without thorough convincing and facts and reports we can see that wet tissue back from this side of the planet. This ties to no.1 because you are trying to escape consequences that don't even exist. What will we do, block you? And then? Do we pay your bills? lol.

Caring about people that you know for a fact if the cards were reversed wouldn't care about you. As an African IDGAF about world wars because we have been having literal genocides and I didn't see one single #freecongo so wtf is Palestine? what is Iran? Give me my coke bro idc. So YoU dOnT caRe BecAuSe- yes exactly. exactly. wipe each other off the face of the earth for all I care. If the cards were reversed- they have been for 20 years- and no one has cared. I'm not donating matter of fact I'll rob you stop. This is how men gage you btw. This is how men know if you matter or not. This is what Shera7 has been trying to get you to see from day 1. If the cards were reversed, they'd leave you to die. This is what Khanyi Mbau was trying to say in that one clip. Y'all do too much for people that would leave you to die for fun.

Having no hobbies. Because?????????????????

Stan culture. Fan I understand, but stan? we lost a sister.

Not wanting compensation for effort. This one omg. That 'good girl' shit will have you door matted please. You put your effort / knowledge / etc you get paid. Be a gold digger that matryrdom will just leave you dead and broke. This is also how men trap you into free labor. Men and the corporate world. If the paycheck is for x do x and go game if they want Y weaponize incompetence or get paid for Y. Be a gold digger. Want money. Let it be known yes I love money pay me or let me be why are you taking pride in not being paid? Demand compensation. DEMAND. People really take pride in being free donkeys. At LeasT I'm nOt a GolD digGer YoU onLy CaRe AboUt MoneY yes? Yes?? At least I'm a gold digger? YoY WaNt MoNeY you dont??????????????????????????????

Buy Me A Coffee

[mamorudon]

When you first got together with Atsumu you hesitated in telling your brother. After all, they were both setters. And they were both assholes in their own rights. You had no qualms telling friends or other family members. But…starting that conversation with Tōru? You could already feel that some overdramatic, headache inducing situation would happen. Or conversation. Probably both…definitely both.

A few weeks later you realized you needed to tell him though because he almost barged in on you and Atsumu. Having to sneak your boyfriend out of your own apartment was ridiculous. …And mostly funny. Watching Atsumu struggle to fit through your window then trip when he finally got out was honestly kind of worth it. But it was still a sign you needed to rip the band-aid off with Tōru.

…Except the day you decided to tell him went horribly. You’d planned it all out. Tōru was flying in and arriving tomorrow morning. You’d pick him up, go visit your parents for a bit then come back to your apartment. Later you’d order dinner and tell him the news while eating. Iwaizumi planned to come over and keep Tōru’s dramatic reactions in line too, and also in case any ‘fighting’ broke out. Then before Tōru could really object to who your boyfriend was, and the fact that you even had one, a knock would come on the door. Atsumu would arrive and hopefully everything would go smoothly from there!

…That was not how it went. At all.

In hindsight maybe your plan was a bit underdeveloped, a touch too optimistic. It wasn’t like you even got the chance to see how it went though!

You’d woken up to your alarm and a heavy arm thrown around your waist that tightened at the disturbance.

“Shut yer’ alarm babe, ‘s too loud.” ‘Tsumu’s raspy voice filled your hearing and you obliged, blindly slapping at your nightstand until it shut up. Atsumu had stayed the night on the promise he’d be gone from the apartment before you got back with your brother. The two of you laid there for another ten minutes before you pried your boyfriend’s death grip away. He whined when you stood up and tried following after you. His arms wrapped around your waist and dragged you back with a yelp.

“I need to get ready, ‘Tsum.” You sighed but your voice lacked any heat.

“Nmmm mmm.” He replied though his voice was muffled in your shoulder. You snorted and reached back, brushing a hand through his rowdy bed hair.

“I can’t stay unless you wanna meet my brother in a bad mood. He’d probably kill me then you if I didn’t pick him up from the airport.”

Atsumu finally lifted his head from your back, huffing against your neck instead. You twitched and swatted at him but he only chuckled before pressing a kiss below your ear.

“Let him walk back, ya mentioned once that you wanted to pay him back for forgetting you in Argentina that one time.”

The corners of your lips twitched with a smile. “I already got him back for that.”

“Oh. Lame, pay him back again then. Duh.”

You rolled your eyes and moved to pry Atsumu’s arms from your waist. When they didn’t budge you huffed, turning your head to glare at him. He’d managed to wrap himself completely around you, sleepy face tucked into your neck. “Babe.”

“Hm?” He peaked an eye open with a questioning look in his gaze. The smirk slowly building on his face was a dead giveaway he knew what you wanted though.

“I have to get up.”

“Do you?”

“Yes!” You huffed again.

“Mm no, just stay here. Pay him back, remember?”

“I already— aah!” You yelped, clinging to strong arms as the world suddenly spun. A soft breath left you as landed on the bed on your back, heavy legs and a heavy body tangled with your own. You blinked back into focus and found Atsumu grinning down at you.

“‘Tsum! You damn brute, don’t take advantage of my baby strength!” You exclaimed with narrowed eyes. The boyish grin on his lips grew and he leaned down, pecking kisses all over your face.

“It ain’t taking advantage if I’m just naturally stronger than ya babe.”

“That’s literally the definition, idiot!” You swatted him on the back of his head and he laughed. Atsumu relaxed further into you after that and you sighed, accepting your position. It was practically impossible to pry him off when he got in one of his clingy morning moods. Which normally weren’t a bad thing. Unless you had plans.

The two of you laid there for a few more minutes when a lightbulb went off in your head. You needed to take advantage of your position to defeat him. It was the only way.

When Atsumu snuggled further into you, pressing his face fully into your collarbone, you had the perfect opportunity. Slowly, unsuspiciously, you twisted in his hold. You placed a chaste kiss on the side of his head and he hummed, hugging you tighter. Then you turned your head to the right more and harshly blew into his ear. Atsumu yelped, yipping and jolting away from you, unintentionally rolling off the bed.

A laugh burst from your chest at the thud that followed and you started giggling as you sat up. A minute later he perked back up, glaring at you with half his face covered by the bed. He reminded you of one of those groundhog peeking out from its borrow.

“Babe! I told ya not to do that!” He whined, shaking his head like a dog. You snorted, breaking into another round of laughter as he started violently shaking his head.

After a few moments he settled then looked up to you. Your laughs died down at the mischief brewing behind his eyes and a sudden instinct to run built in your chest. “W—wait! Don’t do this babe!”

“Ya brought it on yourself!” He replied and you yelped, barely dodging when he launched himself on the bed. Your feet landed on the floor with a thud and you mentally sent a prayer that you weren’t an upstairs neighbor. You heard Atsumu shift behind you though and you quickly ran to the bedroom door. Seconds after you managed to unlock and open it, a pair of footsteps landed behind you. A hand brushed against your elbow and you squealed, throwing the door open.

You were slightly terrified as you sprinted down the hall, a pair of heavy footsteps following after you.

“C’mere, woman!”

“No way!” You exclaimed, screaming when one of your pillows flew past your head. You rushed past the kitchen into the living room, slightly panting by now before you turned dramatically once you reached the middle of the room. You caught sight of the culprit who barely slid to a stop on the other side of the room. “Did you seriously throw my favorite pillow at me?!”

“I was tryin’ to hit your ankles!” He exclaimed and you scoffed.

“So much for one of the greatest setters of the monster generation. Trash aim, babe.” You taunted, heart skipping a beat at the incredulous expression that rose on Atsumu’s face. He was far too easy to rile up. So cute.

“Oi, take that back!” He shouted and you yelped, scampering for the couch when he rushed at you. He didn’t stop though, even when you started leading him on a around-the-rosey sprint around the couch. Admist all the noise you two were causing the two of you completely missed the sound of jangling keys. Nor the turning of a lock, the sigh of an exasperated voice and a familiar haughty laugh.

“Quit laughin’ baby, it ain’t gonna be funny when I catch you!”

“Never! Your aim sucks, how’d you manage to get it closer to my head when you were aiming for my an—kyah!” You screamed, giggles bubbling out of your throat as you were abruptly grabbed around the waist. Atsumu lifted you in the air, even when you started kicking and squirming. “No no! Don’t eat me! Please mister monster I don’t wanna die! Babe, babe wait!”

“Nah no way. I’m gonna gobble ya up woman. This is what ya deserve for trickin’ me!” Your scream echoed across the apartment as he slammed you into the couch. Atsumu followed suit, towering over you and pinning your arms when you tried escaping. “Where ya going, baby?”

The sound of metal suddenly hitting the floor followed by a dramatic gasp scared the both of you. You both flinched, heads snapping towards the sounds. Your face blanched as you met the disbelieving eyes of your older brother. Shit.

“T—Tōru!” Atsumu’s body stiffened above yours and you immediately felt his soul leave his body.

“Iwa-chan, call the cops! Miya, that arrogant, ugly, second-grade, wannabe setter is trying to kill and eat my baby sister!”

“Oi! I ain’t second-grade!” Atsumu shouted and immediately sat up, gently pulling you up too. He turned to you abruptly, disbelief in his eyes. “Baby why didn’t ya tell me your brother’s Oikawa Tōru?!”

You blinked up at your boyfriend, who was staring back so earnestly in shock. Then your own disbelief bloomed in your chest, along with a touch of irritation. “My surname is Oikawa! And I’ve been saying his name the past few weeks! You seriously didn’t put together those two things?!”

Atsumu’s eyebrows raised like he was personally offended. “How was I supposed to know?!”

“By using your brain, babe!” You replied, slapping his arm. “How many Oikawa Tōru’s are there that play volleyball! And that are setters!”

“I dunno, maybe there’s another one! Ya can never be super sure!”

“Another? That’s—!”

“Excuse me! What did you just say?! Baby? You called her baby?! And you called him that—that gross pet name too?!”

The two of you stopped arguing for a moment, turning back to the voice. You swallowed as you stared at your brother’s horrified face before your eyes trailed over to the man behind him. Hajime was there, arms crossed with an unimpressed look on his face.

“Don’t look at me. I texted you last night that his flight got moved up. Last night. I warned you.”

…So your plan had not gone how you wanted. In fact, the first meeting between your boyfriend and brother ended up with them chasing each other around your apartment. After all, Tōru had barged in on you and Atsumu play fighting.

Well, to him it looked like Atsumu was trying to kill and eat you. So you couldn’t blame him for being mad. Which is why you didn’t completely object when he started chasing Atsumu, who yelled indignantly about your betrayal. Tōru chasing ‘Tsum was better than him calling the police though.

Which is the average response to dropping by your sister’s apartment only to find a tall man chasing her around the couch before slamming her onto it. Then threatening to eat her.

Not to mention a man that was very much one of his rivals…

[lvfrstar]

Quest of Hearts (Choi Seungcheol)

“…why can’t you see? i’m closer to you than you think.”

pairing: seungcheol x f!reader

genre: fluff

summary: cheol doesn’t give space for any girls in his life and only hangs out with his friends. when he starts to fall in love with this gamer girl he recently played with, he tries to court her without knowing her identity in real life.

warning: cursing

wc: 2.1k

Cheol has been waiting for 20 minutes, yet Wonwoo still didn’t appear in their base. Feeling impatient, he opens the global room chat and send a duo invitation button. Less than two minutes, a user [radiantstar] entered the base. “Hey, cherrycheol. I’ve been wanting a female friend for so long! Glad I saw your invitation on global chat,” upon reading that, Cheol pouted, “Uh, I’m not a girl. Why are you assuming I’m a girl?” the user radiantstar left the base, immediately a second after popping back in, just to say “Sorry for misgendering you, nice meeting you by the way, cherry ;)” then the user left again. Cheol was flustered. It was kinda funny, and he just felt like he wanted to know the person more. He pressed the ‘add users’ features and entered the id radiantstar. Once he was accepted, he sent a message

cherrycheol: why’d you left? let’s play

radiantstar: i’m looking for girls…

cherrycheol: wah, are you gaming or dating?

radiantstar: wdym 😭 i’m a girl… i wanted some girl friends to play

cherrycheol: oh. uh, i mean we could play? i’m not a girl, but i wanna play with you, if it’s okay

radiantstar: um, i guess a friend is a friend. okay. add me to your base, i got nothing in mine lol

cherrycheol: gotcha girl

And just like that, it’s been three months you started playing with Cheol. It was always fun, until one day he asked for your twitter username. You panicked, not wanting him to know who you are in real life. Gladly, you managed to dodge the question and continue playing. There are days you would trio with Wonwoo as well, and it’s very fun to you because they would carry you until winning. Upon logging off, you thought to yourself that you wanna try to slowly approach him in real life despite knowing his icy cold persona with girls. Here’s how you know that user cherrycheol is Seungcheol, the guy you had a crush on at school.

flashback ⋆౨ৎ

cherrycheol: hey, playing tonight?

radiantstar: bet

radiantstar: i saw you in duo mode jn, who is it?

cherrycheol: ey, are you jealous? :D

radiantstar: keep talking bullshit and i’ll block you

cherrycheol: calm down girl 😭 i was playing with my friend wonu.

Wonu… as in Wonwoo, your class president? You blinked a few times, trying to make yourself calm down and believe this is all just a coincidence. There must be a lot of people named Wonwoo, right? But again, the user cherrycheol… Cheol…? Oh no. This is not it, right?

radiantstar: ah i see

radiantstar: cherry, what’s your full name?

cherrycheol: that’s suspicious. why are you suddenly asking me this 🤨

cherrycheol: are you trying to hack me rn. bffr.

radiantstar: i dont even know how to 😭 just tell me 😭

cherrycheol: hm… i don’t know…

cherrycheol: okay, you tell me yours first, and i’ll tell you mine.

radiantstar: i’m kim hyori

cherrycheol: hyori.. i guess i’ll stop calling you star and call you hyori instead. my name’s seungcheol. choi seungcheol.

damn, you’re fucked.

after the chat, you contacted your long-distance best friend, the only one who’s willing to listen all your fangirling to cheol who doesn’t even bat an eye on you in real life.

end of flashback ⋆౨ৎ

You woke up extra early, to try and look prettier, since you’re going to try and approach him at school today. After finishing putting on a faint pink lip balm, you went to school while thinking about him. You saw Cheol with his friends at a gazebo, but you decided it’s not time yet. When everyone entered the class, you went to his table and stood without saying anything. Wonwoo looked up first, “Y/n? Is there anything you wanted to say?” his sweet smile reassured you a bit, then you spoke “oh, it’s nothing, just wanted to talk to Cheol…” despite you still wanting to talk more, he interrupted you, “it’s Seungcheol for you. and i don’t have anything to talk with you.” his cold demeanour doesn’t discourage you, as you know this is his persona in real life. You just smiled at Wonwoo before walking away, considering Cheol doesn’t even look at you for you to smile at him. Yet again and again, you never stop trying to approach him. A week has passed since the first attempt you tried talking to him, yet you’ve been rejected without mercy at all. A part of you felt annoyed but you still wanted to make him favour you in real life before exposing who you are. Later that night, he asked for your twitter once again.

cherrycheol: hey hyori, can i have your twitter please? i want easier access to talk to you

radiantstar: idk cherry, i don’t really have anything on twitter

cherrycheol: pleaseeee

cherrycheol: i don’t wanna ask for your number yet so twitter is okay for the time beingg

radiantstar: o so you plan to ask for my number soon 🫵🏻🤭

cherrycheol: yes hyori, but i’ll take it slow….. please please please ☹️

radiantstar: hm… okay, but i have a request

radiantstar: don’t call me hyori, call me star just like how we first talked.

radiantstar: i still call you cherry until now, so it’s fair for you to do the same

Despite his attempt to sulk, you tempt him using your twitter. At last, he gave up. You just hate it when he would call you hyori. You wanted him to say your name. There are days where he and Wonwoo would open their mic, and you wanted him to say Y/n. So it’s better to listen to him calls you by your nickname. Well, it’s time to dig an old unused twitter account so you don’t have to create a new account and make it more suspicious.

The following days felt like torture in school. Cheol’s coldness was like a wall, but every night he was the warm, playful Cherry you couldn’t stop thinking about. You started noticing small things like how his laugh sounded softer in voice chat than at school, how he’d always wait for you at the base, how he’d always hype you even if you died early in the game. One night, after a long gaming session, he sent a message that made your heart skip.

You shut down your phone, not wanting to be swayed. His words hit you harder than they should. You hated that he didn’t know you were right there beside him every single day. You decided to try again, tomorrow.

During break, you saw him alone, scrolling his phone. You took a breath and walked over.

“Seungcheol…”

He didn’t look up. “What?”

“Do you… want help with that math assignment? I noticed you were stuck yesterday…” you offered, keeping your voice gentle.

Cheol finally lifted his gaze, looking at you like you were nothing more than air. “No need. I can handle it.”

You bit your lip, nodded, and whispered, “Why can't you see? I'm closer to you than you think...” before turning away, heart heavy. From behind you, you barely heard him murmur under his breath, “Why does she keep trying…”

But he didn’t sound as annoyed this time. Before school ended, you caught him looking at you from across the hall, just for a split second, before he turned away, pretending you weren’t there.

He didn’t hop on the game that night, and you keep on waiting. So you texted him first.

At school the next day, you were at your locker when you heard his voice, closer than usual. He called you, voice quiet but firm. You turned, heart racing. This was the first time he’d said your name. “Y-Yeah?” His eyes were sharp, studying you. “Why do you always try so hard with me? Don’t you get tired?”

You felt your throat tighten, but you forced a small smile. “Because I want to be your friend. That’s all.” He blinked, like your answer threw him off.

“…Fine. But don’t expect me to go easy on you.” and he walked away, leaving you confused. And flushed.

That night, instead of texting you, he started in the base chat.

cherrycheol: star.

cherrycheol: i kept thinking about what you said, would i still want to be friends if you weren't what i imagined.

your fingers hesitated. and another bubble popped up.

cherrycheol: i would. i really would.

And then something unexpected happened. His mic opened.

“…Star?” His voice was softer than at school, almost shy. Your hand hovered over your own mic. Your heart pounded. Slowly, you clicked the mic on. “Y-Yeah?” The silence between you was deafening.

“…You really do sound familiar.” Cheol’s voice was just a whisper.

You couldn’t sleep. His voice saying “Star?” echoed in your head. You hugged your pillow, thinking about how close you were to him figuring it all out. And Cheol? He lay in bed, phone screen glowing as he stared at your Twitter profile — the one you finally gave him. He scrolled through your random retweets, your silly thoughts, the photos of your cat plushie.

At school the next day, he kept glancing at you. You felt it every time. In class, in the hall, during lunch. Like he was trying to really see you, inside out. Even Wonwoo noticed, “Cheol, what’s up with you? You keep staring at Y/N.” Cheol snapped his gaze away, muttering, “It’s nothing.” But inside, he was connecting the dots.

Wonwoo caught you alone in the library, your head buried in a book but your mind far away. He gently called out your name. You looked up, startled. “Oh, hey, Wonwoo.”

“Are you okay?” he asked, sitting down across from you. His gaze was gentle, but there was something behind it, something you didn’t quite see. “I’m fine,” you said, but he could tell you weren’t. “Is this about Cheol?” he asked, almost too quietly. You blinked at him, too speechless to speak. Wonwoo give you an unreadable smile, “Y/N… I’ve known for a while. You’re Star, right?” Your eyes widened. “How did you—?” “I just know,” he said, cutting you off before you could panic. You watched him walk away, his figure a little lonelier than before.

That night, he chatted in the base again.

cherrycheol: star, can we meet? i think i’m ready.

radiantstar: soon. promise.

cherrycheol: you know what’s funny? i think i already know you in real life.

radiantstar: oh?

cherrycheol: yeah. and if it’s who i think it is… i hope she likes me, both in game and irl.

You instantly gave an excuse to log out of the game. Your face was flushed, yet you forced yourself to sleep, not before hearing a notification sound, one that you set for Cheol’s twitter.

As tomorrow came, you entered class, nervous. But when you passed Cheol’s desk, he looked up at you. Really looked at you. And for the first time, he smiled—small, genuine. Wonwoo, sitting beside him, saw it all. He smiled too, but his heart ached quietly, hidden behind his kind eyes.

Cheol couldn’t stop thinking about you. About Star. About you and Star maybe being the same person.

So he hatched a plan.

cherrycheol: star, let’s duo somewhere IRL. like a game cafe. i really want to meet you

radiantstar: game cafe?

cherrycheol: yeah, i’ll wait. tomorrow. 5pm. [he sends the location]

Your heart raced. It was time. No more hiding.

You walked into the cafe, hands slightly shaking. And there he was. Seungcheol. Sitting at a booth near the window, nervously tapping his fingers on his phone. You swallowed your fear and walked over. “Hi, Cherry.” Cheol’s head snapped up, his eyes widened. He looked at you like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Y/N…?” You nodded, heart pounding. “Surprise?” He blinked, then broke into the softest smile you’d ever seen from him in real life. A little shy, a little amazed. “I knew it,” he said, laughing softly. “I had a feeling it was you. Star.” Your face heated up. “Sorry for not telling you sooner…” Cheol shook his head. “I’m glad it’s you. I’m really glad.”

And just like that, all those nights of playing, all those messages, they made sense. Cheol grinned, pulling the spare chair out for you.

“Come on, duo with me, Star.”

From across the street, unseen, Wonwoo stood quietly, watching through the window. He saw how Cheol looked at you, how his best friend’s eyes softened, how he smiled like you were the only person that existed. Wonwoo exhaled slowly, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Of course it’s you.

Because he’d fallen for you a long time ago, before the game, before Cherry and Star. He’d liked you when you were just Y/N, the girl who stayed behind to help clean up after class, the girl who smiled at him even when no one else noticed he was there.

And now… he watched as his best friend got to be the one beside you. He smiled, but this one was for himself — bittersweet, quiet, full of the kind of ache that no one would ever see. “I’m happy for you, Y/N,” he whispered. “Really.”

Then he turned and walked away.

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