#i'm sorry I can't shut up about him he is currently living in my head rent free

[reiderwriter]

hii! could you write smut where spence and reader are bestfriends and one day shes in his car and he snaps and is like “I LOVE YOU” and like they have sex in the car (like with sub spence) and can you include spence getting bj THANKYOUUU

A/N: Car love confessions always remind me of the electric love tiktok "I kissed my best friend" trend that I was OBSESSED with two years ago, and my GOD was this a full-circle moment for me.

Warnings: sub!Spencer, semi-public sex, slight voyeurism, oral sex (m recieving), slight cum play, car sex (bj only), like this was slightly self-indulgent and I had to post it right after I finished writing...

The air outside was cold, but the car had been running for an hour now as you listened to Spencer Reid talk about his day. Whether your cheeks were flushed from the heat coming from the fans or from his subtle attentions, you couldn't discern. 

Spencer, your best friend of nine years, who had been around the country saving lives and facing the most horrendous criminals in the world, was currently sat in the passenger seat of your car excitedly mumbling about Star Trek. 

“I can't believe you decided to watch it, and you did it without me,” he smiled at you, his body angled to face you just ever so slightly. 

He'd started by filling you in on the case he'd just returned from, then moved onto books he'd read recently (a conversation you could absolutely contribute to, being a college librarian yourself, and the source of many of his books). 

And then he'd asked you about your day, and you'd spilled about watching a few episodes of classic Star Trek, and all of his joy and knowledge had bubbled up to his lips without even a thought of pushing it down at all. 

“I've been hounding you for several years, and you decide on a whim to watch it today?” He'd meant for the question to come out with an annoyed tone, but he couldn't hold back the smile passing over his lips as you laughed at him. 

“Spencer, it's a TV show. We can watch it again together. In fact, why don't we do just that? Drive to mine, and we can sit through as many episodes of Star Trek as your heart desires.” 

“I wanted to see your initial reactions, though. I wanted to tell you all the behind the scenes knowledge only true trekkies know about.” 

You laughed loudly at this, especially as you saw the pout on his lips as he mumbled the word “trekkies.” 

“Hey, stop laughing,” he said, but his chest was heaving with a chuckle of his own. And for the life of you, you couldn't. He was sitting there pouting because he wanted to see how much you'd enjoy his favorite TV show, and by god, did he look adorable. 

“I'm sorry, Spence, I-” you tried to cover your mouth, but found your hands were both needed to hold your stomach instead as the laughs that wracked your body veered on painful. 

“Y/N, really!” He said, fully grinning now, pout abandoned. But you didn't stop.

Nothing in the air changed or paused at that second, as his head swooped closer to you, but your body instantly reacted to his closeness. 

It was as if all the hairs on your body stood on end as he tipped up your chin and quickly stole away all the oxygen in your body. 

Before your mind could react, your hands were already tangled in his hair, making sure he couldn't pull away. But you felt him smiling into the kiss, and you knew he wouldn't ever want to pull away now that you'd accepted him. 

With empty lungs, you finally had to separate, and to your surprise, a giggle still flittered from your lips. This time, you did clap a hand over your lips, though. 

“You're laughing still? I just kissed you to shut you up, and you're still laughing.” He said, tucking the few strands of hair behind your ear but still refusing to move too far away. 

“You should've seen your face. You were pouting and adorable and-” 

“I love you.” 

Your heart, that had previously been beating remarkably fast after his kiss (and likely from the fit of laughter preceding it), stopped at his words. 

You'd heard people describing butterflies in their stomach before, but this was more intense. It was more like your heart was a pinball that had just been launched back into the machine and was bouncing around in your ribcage hitting objects and trying desperately not to detach from your chest and jump into his arms. 

“I love you, Y/N.” He smiled, and it was sweet and simple, and even if you were not simple people and life had never been particularly sweet to you, you allowed your happiness to soar as you leaned back in and pressed your lips against his. 

Maybe it was the nine years of waiting (though had you been asked, you'd have been totally oblivious to your quite obvious feelings for the man). Maybe it was again the heat in the car. Maybe it was perhaps the two weeks in which you'd not seen him that led you to venture a step further than you usually would. 

But within seconds of tangling your tongue with his in his mouth, sending him reciprocated confessions with each passing breath, you somehow found the energy to pull yourself up and onto his lap. 

“Y/N, we're in a car-” his protests were weak as you suckled your way down his neck. 

“It's dark outside, and I love you.” His hands gripped possessively on your hips as you continued to shower him in affection. 

“What if someone sees us?” He whimpered as you loosened his tie, discarding it so you could pop his buttons open and trail more kisses across his beautiful collarbone. 

“Then I hope they understand enough to walk away and leave us alone to love each other.” 

You'd managed to get all of his buttons undone and sat squirming in his lap as your fingers brushed across his pert nipples. His head was thrown back to allow you access to the part of his neck that, when you'd run your tongue along it, had him gripping your ass and rubbing your core along the now obvious tent in his pants. 

“Y/N, please….” He panted, and you again returned your lips to his face, brushing over his eyes, his nose, his jaw, and his lips. You were blind and discovering your whole new world through your lips, mapping his features inch by inch. 

His whimpers grew louder, more urgent. He was almost becoming whiny, and that pout from earlier shadowed across his face again, so delightful that you'd immediately wanted to kiss it away from him. 

Dry humping in the passenger seat wasn't going to be enough  you decided, and reluctantly drew away from him quickly. 

“Y/N, what-” He weakly gripped the material of your pants, his quiet protests from earlier forgotten as he begged for your touch to return. 

“Trust me, I love you,” you winked at him again, marvelling in his flush, the hand he wiped across his face to hide his quiet joy. 

You shimmied yourself down so your face was hovering just above his cock, straining through his pants. You slowly undid the buttons and let his cock spring up, wrapping a firm hand around it when it was fully released. 

His hand came down to cover yours, even as the other covered his flushed cheeks and eyes in embarrassment. 

“Spencer, let me see your face. I want you to look at me, please, Spencer.” You cooed at him as you quietly removed your hand from under his, instead moving it to his so you could control his movements. 

You let your breaths hit his cock as you controlled his hand, helping him to slowly jerk off as he gave into the pleasures you were so desperate to gift him. 

“Spencer, please, for me. Show me your fucked out face, I want to see it so bad.” 

With each slow stroke, his body seemed to grow heavier with lust until the hand on his face eventually fell, and you could lock eyes with him once again. 

You smiled brightly at him and, without missing a beat, took him into your mouth. 

The angle was awkward, but you only needed to see that shock and just in his eyes briefly, so you manoeuvred your head into a better position and began fresh. 

You held his hand, holding his cock, and sunk your lips down as far as they'd go, before lifting slowly off. You did it again, and heard the hiss from his lips as he enjoyed the pressure. 

You sped up slightly and felt his discarded hand land on your hair. It wasn't domineering or controlling, but more comforting, as he tugged your hair behind your ear, eventually bundling it up into a gentle pony tail to keep it out of the way of your task. 

“Y/N, I love you so much,” he whimpered and moaned, and you squeezed his hand in response, intensifying the pressure on his cock while also responding to his confession. 

You were going to show him just how deeply you loved him by giving him as much pleasure as you could muster. 

“Pull off, Y/N, please, I'm going to-” He bit his lip, biting off the sentence, almost as if he were afraid of speaking the vulgar words into existence. You could feel his muscles going taut underneath your hands, though, knowing exactly how close he was to losing all control and giving into passion. 

And you certainly weren't pulling away. 

Instead, you pushed your head down once again, going further than you'd managed thus far, nose tickled by his pubic hairs as he shot his load down your throat. 

You gagged, of course you gagged, and he let out a guttural moan, sensitivity apparent in each of his twitches and ragged breaths. 

You made sure to keep as much of him inside your mouth and rose off his cock, looking up at him again through eyes half-lidded with lust. You made sure he was watching as you smiled and swallowed a mouthful of his cum, making sure to lick your lips after and watching his throat bob as he processed the entire scenario. 

You again climbed into his lap, but this time, you just pressed your head to his bare chest, wrapped your arms around his neck, and listened to the thrum of his heart. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he said again. You hummed a response and waited for him to say it  again and again. Hopefully, for the rest of your lives. 

[yooneunhay]

Essence of the Feathered Heart

【ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ　ＴＨＲＥＥ】

𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨; (eventually) ot8ateez x hybridbird!reader

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨; human!Seonghwa, human!Hongjoong, hybridfox!Wooyoung, hybridbear!Jongho, hybridsiamese!San  x hybridbird!Reader

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚;

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐯

"you're still a orange code for now so," the nice staff lady reached forward buckling the muzzle behind my head so it would fit in place on my face.

"sorry you have to wear this, it can't possibly be comfortable."

i never realized how pretty the nice staff lady was. i blushed as she smiled at me. maybe it was how close her face was to mine or the fact someone had been nice to me in so many years that made my stomach feel weird..i couldn't tell.

"i think your wing should be healed soon, though im not sure if you'll be able to fly for awhile." she said while petting my bandaged wing.

she smiled once again, "wait here for a bit, i'll be back soon to get you and bring you to another room." i nodded at her.

she soon left the room and i sat there on the chair waiting to meet this stranger who requested time with me.

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𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

i was walking to the adoption center with the food Hongjoong made in hand. it was a rather cold day so i wore a heavier jacket.

"i hope they like fried rice." i thought to myself as i looked at the food in my hand.

i opened the doors to the adoption center and walked to the front desk. there was a lady there who looked up from her computer upon seeing me enter.

"hi there, how may i help you!" she spoke

"hi, i was wondering if i could look at the hybrids that are up for adoption?"

"of course," she handed me a paper with multiple hybrids. their names, species and gender were all on the paper along with what code they currently were. there were no red codes since those hybrids were too aggressive to be talked to or be up for adoption. the lady watched me as i scanned over the paper looking for the bird hybrid i saw, then i saw it.

"Y/N, osprey hybrid." i said in my head.

"i would like to see this one, please." i pointed to the name on the paper.

"sure thing, let me get them ready for you." she walked into the back where i couldn't see her anymore. i went and sat down on one of the chairs near me. about 20 minutes later, the staff lady came back.

"you can follow me, the rooms ready."

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐯

when the staff lady came back to get me she brought me to another room. it was similar to the room i was being kept in but there was no bed, the room was a bit smaller and there was only one chair but there was was a pretty big window that showed outside this time..and there was one more thing, a person. his hair was black and rather long for a guy, he was wearing a long black coat and some jeans, he was rather pretty i had to admit. the staff lady was walking behind me so i had no choice but to walk into the room. she smiled at me and mouthed "be nice" to me before shutting the door and walking away.

"hi there, Y/N," he started "i'm Seonghwa."

i wasn't really listening to him as he continued to ask how i was and what not. the smell of other hybrids was filling my nose. the most prominent one was a fox smell, but there was also a small smell of a bear. even if i didn't smell it i would know he lives with another human considering it was him and his hybrids with the other human on his lock screen.

"you must be hungry, i doubt the food here is all that good," he reached down next to him and picked up a container wrapped in a cloth and untied it.

"here, it's fresh, made today."

he handed me the container with some chopsticks for me to use. i stared at him for a few seconds before reaching out slowly and taking it. i couldn't lie, it smelled really good. i let Seonghwa unbuckle the muzzle. he sat it down next to him and i sat down near the other corner across from him on the floor and took a small bite. as much as i tried to hide it, the rice was really good. i guess Seonghwa noticed my wings relax as i ate the rice. he smiled at me, it made my face heat up a bit when i saw.

"do you like it?" he asked. i nodded slightly.

"i'm glad, i'm sure Hongjoong would be happy to hear that."

"your room mate?" i questioned.

he nodded, "how did you know?"

"i can smell them." he nodded again

we sat in silence for a bit while i finished the rice he gave me. once i finished i handed it back to him. he took it and wrapped it in the cloth once again.

"why would you want to think about adopting me?" i asked suddenly. the question seemed to catch him of guard.

he thought for a moment, "you look lost, almost like you need guiding in life right now. i'm assuming you're unregistered so you must not be use to being adopted." he finally spoke.

i stayed silent. he was right, i am lost. ever since my grandpa passed i haven't known what to do with my life. for the past two years i've just simply been existing. i wasn't sure how to respond to him so i just stared outside. maybe if being adopted means i can go outside without getting weird looks or possibly getting taken to a hybrid 'pound' then maybe life wouldn't be as bad or boring.

"i'll do it," i said without turning my head towards him. "i'll let you adopt me"

"i'm not going to force you into this if this isn't something you want." he stated "this is for you, it's your descision." i nodded at him.

"okay, i'll tell the staff."

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everything had went smoothly, Seonghwa signed all the papers and i got all the stuff i had with me and now we were walking to what was going to be my new home.

"don't be nervous," he looked at me smiling "they'll love you, and you'll love them."

i wasn't as nervous as i was scared. i had only ever had bad interactions with other hybrids. for now i just tried to focus on how pretty the sky was today. it was nice to get out and get fresh air. it was a little cold but i didn't mind it all that much, i used my wings to shield me from the wind. after some walking we reached the door of what i assumed was his apartment. he opened the door.

"Hongjoong, we're home!" Seonghwa yelled out.

after a few seconds, a rather short man came from around the corner. i hid slightly behind Seonghwa, though my wings were still visible to 'Honjoong'.

"welcome home Hwa, and?"

"Y/N" Seonghwa answered.

Hongjoong soon approached me, "our other hybrids know about you coming here, so don't worry they'll be nice." i nodded at him coming out from behind Seonghwa. i hadn't noticed before but there was another person standing in the hallway to the door where we were. a hybrid, a fox. he seemed like he was holding in his excitement and trying to not jump on me. Hongjoong turned around to him.

"you can come say hi Wooyoung."

immediately upon hearing he could come over, Wooyoung rushed over and was immediately smelling me. it caught me off guard to be honest and i stepped back and made a sort of hissing noise at him, not like a cat but similar and flared out my wings, which couldn't go out all the way, trying to create a bigger image to scare him.

he looked at my wings with a sort of love look in his eyes, "wow, so pretty!" he said like he was speaking his thoughts. he reached his hand out to touch my wings but Seonghwa grabbed his wrist and stopped him, "Wooyoung calm down, let them breathe for a second!" he scolded the fox. Wooyoung pouted. i folded my wings onto my back again and smoothed out the fluffed up feathers. i stood behind Seonghwa and peaked around him to look at the fox. he continued pouting. i extended my arm out for him to smell me from more of a distance. he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me more forward. i stumbled and was now pressed against Seonghwa's back, he didn't move from me pushing him though. i blushed slightly as Wooyoung smelled my wrist so intently.

"you smell like a warm forest," he continued smelling me "i like it."

"Wooyoung come on, give them space." another voice spoke. i looked up at the sound of the voice and saw another hybrid. this one had a large frame, he seemed strong. he walked towards Wooyoung and pulled my wrist from his hand. Wooyoung pouted once again.

"Sannnn i was just smelling them!" he pouted to the siamese hybrid.

"i'm sorry about that." he said rubbing my wrist.

i pulled my wrsit out his grasp, "it's okay." i said softly.

"let me show you to your room." Hongjoong spoke up. i nodded and followed him. it was a short walk to the room i was going to be staying in.

"you'll be sharing a room with our other hybrid till we finish cleaning your own room, i hope that won't be a problem." i shook my head,

"no, it's fine i don't mind it" i responded quietly.

when we reached the room the other said hybrid was in there sitting on the couch in the corner.

"this is Jongho, i hope ya'll can get along, he's nice so don't worry." Hongjoong smiled at me. i smiled back and he soon walked away. Jongho didn't say anything to me, he barely looked at me. i noticed the small brown ears peaking out from his hair. a bear hyrbid im assuming. he was rather adorable, even though he was lowkey glaring at me, his fluffy hair with his chubby cheeks made his glare not all threating. i walked into the room and sat on the bed in the other corner from Jongho.

"that's my bed." he stated still giving me the same look he gave when i walked in.

"oh, i'm sorry.." i shuffled over to the other bed in the corner and sat on that.

Jongho got up and walked into the bathroom of our now shared room. i sighed. it's going to be awhile before he accepts me.

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i didn't proof read this chapter this time as its now 2:30am lol and i just needed to get this chapter out quickly !! i hope you enjoyed this one though, i tried to make it longer this time so i hope youre happy with that !! if u wna be tagged in later posts for this series pls comment !!

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tags; @astuteataraxy @newworldwritings

[mikobeautifulheart]

JJK men when you think they would hurt you (But they wouldn't) Part 2

TW: Unestablised past where someone hurt you physicaly enough to leave a mental scar

INCLUDING: YUTA AND GOJOOOOOO

Unedited and reblogs r 👍

♡Yuta♡

"Ah-" you said feeling a wound open on your side, you had just fought to the last ounce of your strength in Shiburyia making it out alive but not unscaved. You almost believe to death and it not been for Yuta, who was currently out getting you some more supplies. You lied on the bed feeling guilty and helpless. You watched people die, you got injured and Yuta is stuck looking after you until you heal, he could be saving people right now he's so much stronger then you. If only you had been stronger, and knew it was impossible in that moment but you didn't want to burden everyone, especially not Yuta.

"God. Curse this world." You heard angery muttering at the door. Yuta must have returned.

You jear him throw something hard at a wall making a thump. You swallowed, your the reason he felt irritated right? Your the one holding him back aren't you?

The next sound you hear is something smaching, shatter pieces of the object bouncing across the ground and more angery muttering.

"Yuta...are you okay?" You said steadily getting up and walking toward the noise.

"DOSE IT SOUND LIKE IM OKAY Y/N??" He yelled throwing the pieces he picked up back onto the ground.

"I WORKED MY BUTT OF IN AFROCA TO GET STRONGER AND HERE I AM, HES CUBED, HE GOT DAM CUNED AND I CAMT DO ANYTHI G ABOUT IT!" He yells looking at you.

You shut your eyes trying to keep your mind sound. It's okay it's okay it's okay it will blow over.

Before you knew it Yuta walked over to you frustrated going to pick up the broken pieces that landed near you, only making you freeze before he suddenly got to close making you flinch.

He stoped.

Did you...just flinch? Did you flinch because of him? Did you think he was going to hurt you?

"I-" his mouth kept opening but nothing came out .

Feeling helpless he tried to communicate though hand signals, raing his hand at eye level making you step back quickly against the wall.

"No Y/N it's not-its not like that, I would never hurt you." He said with his own tears welling.

You broke down.

"I know Yuta, I know you would never but it's just, I can't help it!" Your eyes looked at him spill out all the tears you felt build up the whole week.

He searches your face desperately for any sort of forgiveness, anything that would let him wipe your tears away. You let your head slump over into your hands when you felt his hand gently touch your waist, making you hiss in pain.

His hand flinched back seeing your blood stain through your shirt, how did he not see this beofre, it was just a big red patch that he was to angery to notice.

"Look Y/N I'm going to use my reverse curse technique on you okay? Can I just touch your waist?" He asked desperate for you answer.

You nodded through tears, he gently touched you like you would break under his hand, and slowly you felt your side healing up.

"'M sorry.." my mumbled falling onot his arms out of exhaustion.

"No, I'm sorry" he said pressing a kiss to your head.

▪︎Gojo▪︎

You sat in his apartment waiting g for him, dinner on the stove turning cold. You noticed that Gojo had been more stressed lately being put on more mission and preventing Yutas execution. As a result his funny demior began to diminish.

You heard the door slowly creak open and a tall body walked into the kitchen slumped over.

"Satoru? Are you okay? I made dinner if you want me to heat that up for you or I could-"

"JUST SHUT UP FOR A MOMENT Y/N"

The room was silent. Your hands trembled as you got up.

"Okay, I'll be in our room if you need anythjng" you said about to walk of when

"I NEED A GODAMN BREAK, I DONT SEE YOU GOING ON MISSIONS ANYMORE? WHAT HAPPENED HUH? GET WITH ONE OF THE ELDERS OR SOMETHING BECAHSE NOW ALL YOUR WORK IS GOING TO ME, BUT IM THE STRONGEST, I CAN LIVE WITH THAT RIGHT!?" He yelled ripping his blind fold off and slaming his hand into the kitchen counter.

You flinched, ripping at the ends of your sleves you tried to say something but nothing would come out.

He noticed you flinch with his 6 eyes making him feel guilty immediately. He had just put you in the most uncomfortable position and practically acused you of cheating, yet you didn't defend your self or even talk back.

He turned around facing to taking fast steps toward you before his hand reached out to take a strand of your hair when he heard you whimper

"no, please, no" your eyes screwed shut and face turning to the side, away from Gojo.

He stoped pulling his hand back.

"Did someone hurt yoy before." He asked trying to get your eyes back onto him.

"It was along time ago...in sorry I can't help it..." You sighed tears slowly falling as you stared at the floor, your hands now angry ripping at the hemm of your shirt.

"I'm sorry." He sighed again reaching his hand out to you, but you flinched back again, realising you were now cornered.

"I-i know you won't hurt me it's just, I can't help it anymore Satoru, I want to forget about it, I want to be normal and love you like a normal person, I'm sorry, please just forgive me." you slid down the wall pulling your knees to your chest and burring you head into them.

Gojo was taken aback. He was the one who should be apologiseing right now, he should be the one begging you for your forgiveness, it wasn't right.

"Y/N" He said slowly going down to your level.

"I'm so sorry, I should be asking for your forgiveness, you love me more then I could ever imagine anyone else, you love me more then a normal person would ok a relationship, your to good for me, please forgive me. " He said.

You turned to him with the most decimated expressin Gojo thought the was going to find the person who hurt you and kill them, but you came first.

"Satoru, I'm tired" you say.

"So am I" he gets up only to pick you up bridal style carrying you into into bed room as he softly cried, face nestled into his neck.

"I love you more then you could ever imagen" He chokes out feeling guilty for everything he had done.

"I-I love you to" you say still crying slightly arms wrapped around his neck.

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

AUTHORS NOTE: idk I might make another part but I got 1 more fic to finish...the Angst Gojo fic haunts me right now. Any ways that's for reading.

[skeletonapricationday]

Naughty girl

Warnings: Porn w/o plot, fem reader x nanami, deephthroating, face fucking, angry Kento, use if whore.

18+ minors dni

Nanami stared as you bent over the desk, looking for your lost pen. You had it five seconds ago, you kept swearing that up and down. It was frustrating because you were distracting him from his work.

Nanami wasn't a very sexual man. He lived to work and go home, that was it. Simple and sweet. Yet he was still a man at the end of the day. Seeing you bend over in that skirt, scrambling all around his office for your pen. It was troubling. He sighs and stands.

"If I promise to help you look will you leave my office?" He says in a gruff. His deep voice echoing off the walls.

"Yes sir-e!" You say excitedly and innocently. "I swear I used it yesterday to help you with that report. Now its missing, like missing missing." You say with a small pout. That cute quiver of your lip catching his vision. He tilts his head away, trying to ignore you.

"Why can't I just give you one of my pens?" He says exasperated.

"Because you also gave me this pen, so it's my favorite pen. No other pen will feel the same!" You shout confidently and annoyingly.

"If you like that one so much because I gave it to you, why not just let me give you a new one? You make no sense." He says logically, as always. Yet this wasn't about logic. He gave you this pen two years ago, when you finally cracked a thin layer of his hard shell. It was a sign of friendship and good faith, you were not going to give up on this.

"Because-because I want this specific pen okay." You say emrbassed. Not at all willing to admit the true reason to the logic king himself.

He nods slowly, like he wasn't going to bother arguing further. Simply scanning a bookshelf, seeing if you mistakenly placed it there. He swears to himself that the intelligent woman yesterday who helped him fill out that report is the same scatterbrain currently looking for her pen. Obliviously showing her body off in several interesting positions.

You slowly get onto your hands and knees, sticking a hand under the couch. Seeing if you can feel anything underneath. When you don't you arch your hips up further to keep yourself from slipping, as you peep your head underneath. "It's dark and dusty under here. I always thought you had too much OCD to not dust under the couch." You tease playfully. Just trying to joke with the serious man, like normal.

"Shut up and stop looking under there." You here the blank reply from behind you.

"No need to get so defensive. Of course this place isn't going to be sparkly clean, you work too much. Yknow I really respect that about-" You squeak as you're cut off. Your ankle being grapped, forcibly pulled from under the couch.

"Did you not hear me the first time?" He asks, using your ankle to flip you onto your back. "Or do I have to shout." The last half is also a question, yet he says it like a statement. His voice always cold and callous, despite his actual kind nature.

You blush at how strong he was. It was juxtaposition to your strength. Enough cursed energy to be a sorcerer compared to normal humans, but so weak you had to be an assistant. "Nanami...this position is a bit...interesting?" You say softly and confused.

"And your last position wasn't?" He drops your ankle. Giving you a chance to slowly rise up, sitting on your knees emrbassed. "If you're going to wear a skirt, please be self aware." He states simply.

Wait, what did he mean by that. Suddenly your whole face flushes, realizing you've been flaunting your ass. Basically putting yourself on display.

Nanami clears his throat, surprisingly loosening his tie a bit. Rubbing the side of his face annoyed and...flushed.

"Look I'm sorry...I just didn't think about it." You say shyly, biting your bottom lip. As much as you dreamed of Nanami lustfully gazing at your backside, you never meant to accidently do it. In your fantasy it was always purposful, taking advantage of his cold demeanor by turning him on. This was not a fantasy, you're right in front of him.

He stares down at you and sighs. "Come on, up off your knees." He says softly. That sentence makes you discretly clench your thighs. Imagining those words in a different scenario. You look at his offered hand and take it, slowly standing with his help.

"You didn't do it on purpose, it's okay." He's say in a coo, almost like he felt bad.

"What if I did?" You ask, surprising even yourself. You didn't do this on purpose, why did you say that? More importantly, why didn't you stop yourself?

"What?" You hear by your side. Looking at his stern face. Waiting for digust to roll in, hell maybe he'll even shout. Tell you to get out of his office, even worse maybe fire you.

Suddenly he laughs. Gripping onto the side of his desk...laughing. "You have alot of nerve." He says walking over to you. Raising a hand to your face. You expect the sting of a slap, but instead he squishes your cheeks together. "Cause then I'd call you an attention seeking whore." He tsks his tongue and smiles. An annoyed grin, faux politeness despite his harsh words.

"I-uhm- sorry I didn't really mean-" The pressure of his grip grows. Stopping you mid sentence.

"I won't hear any of your excuses." He pushes you against his desk, the table digging into the back of your thighs. A small patch of arousal staining your underwear. "In fact I'll reward you."

"What?" You say confused, knitting your brows. He lets out a small cold huff. Slipping his hand from your chin to down your throat. Softly rubbing the side of your neck.

"If your goal was to provoke me- it worked." His other free hand grabs yours. Pressing it against his thigh. You feel his hot throbbing length struggling not to reveal itself. "Do you know how hard it is trying to keep my dick tucked while helping you look around?" He coos to you. His fingers wrap around yours, causing you to the feel the entirety of his girth. "C'mon don't be shy now."

"Is that really...wow." You say breathlessly. The huge thing in your hand really was his cock. Straining against his professional trousers. "Why didn't you say anything?" You say softly. Gripping it curiously with your fingers, earning a soft groan from him.

"Its not exactly professional to hit on your assistant...also a tad too clichéd." He replies honestly. Running the hand on your neck down to your skirt. Flipping it up and letting out a soft pleased sigh. "I'm not one for business and pleasure but, this damned skirt." He chuckles softly. Rubbing your left thigh, watching it jiggle in response. "God it gets me rock hard."

You shiver at his touch. His hands warm against your thigh, but the heat of your aching cunt is hotter. "Nanami..." You whisper his name out softly.

He tsks his tongue in response. "I got my hand up your skirt, call me Kento." He leans in and kisses your neck softly, nibbling at the soft flesh. His hot breath sending goosebumps. "Kay'?" He whispers into your ear.

You nod softly. Letting out small sounds of pleasure as his lips travel across your throat. "Kento please your hand...it can go further than my thigh."You squeak out. Hoping the muscular man gets the message.

"Oh I know...but you've been naughty. Why would I give you what you want?" He coos backing away from you. Even pulling your hand away from his dick. "It be more punishing to leave you a dripping wet needy mess." He says with a smirk. A thing you never expected to see on his face. The pure unbridled joy he has in teasing you. Getting revenge for your two years of oblivious actions.

He smiles at you and sits back down in his desk chair. Going back to reviewing his documents despite your whines of protest. "Kento please.." You say walking behind his chair. Wrapping your arms around him, hands splayed across his chest. Rubbing the hard planes of muscle. "I don't even have to feel good, I just wanna feel you." You tempt into his ear. Kissing underneath it. He huff in response and expertly pulls your hands off his chest.

"I'd stop now. Bad girls get punished." He speaks sternly. Not at all humoring you. You don't listen and walk to the front of his chair, dropping to your knees, rubbing your face against his thigh. He finally lets go of his document. "Do you really want it that bad?" He coos softly. Like a false sense of security.

You nod against his thigh, looking up at him with a lust addled gaze. He gives you an evil smile, one that sends shivers down your spine. He undoes his belt buckle, tugging his pants and boxers to free himself. His huge length standing proudly at attention. "Go on pretty girl." He says brushing his thumb across your bottom lip. "Give it a taste." He says smiling.

You listen excitedly. Falling right into his trap as your lips curl around his cock. Slowly bobbing your head down after swirling your tongue around his tip. A pleasnt salty bead of precum meeting your tongue. You can only fit half of him in your mouth, even without a gag reflex the pure girth was already stretching your jaw. He throws his head back and groans. "Finally...a way to shut you up." He says happily, almost relaxed.

His hand curls into your hair, gripping it at the base. Successfully pulling your hair out of your way. A part of you was about to mention how sweet it was until. He grips hard and slams your head down, painfully making you take the rest of him down your throat. Your nose pressed against the soft curls of his pubes. A small surprised gag leaves your lips. "Oh darling don't you remember. You've been naughty, and naughty girls get what?" He asks you. He looks down at you amused for a second. Using his hand to pull you up and down on him. Small tears pricking the corners of your eyes. "I forgot, can't talk with your mouth full can you?" He laughs and groans. The two sounds like music to your ears.

This was gonna be a harsh night.

[hyuuukais]

-`♡´ - APARTMENT 143

pairing -> lee minho x fem reader

synopsis -> after a bad breakup, y/n needs to find a new place to live. although she's grateful for her best friend, up-and-coming model hwang hyunjin, for letting her stay at his, she can't keep living with him and his model roommates. so when an opening for somewhere nearby with cheap rent opens up, she jumps on it, despite knowing next to nothing about the 3 other tenants, only that one owns 3 cats. the three quickly learn of her breakup, determined to help get her back on her feet. but what happens when one of them begins to develop feelings?

warnings -> general, y/n gets told she talks too much kind of, discussion abt cheating

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CHAPTER THREE -> AM I IN? (partially written! wc:546)

"...and then, after telling him how much I love him, he comes out of our shared- yes, shared- bedroom with another woman! Can you believe that? I pour my heart and soul to this man, and he just steps all over it! Them? My heart and my soul, so, yeah, I guess them. Sorry, what was the question again?"

"...what do you do for work?" The guy on the right side of the couch says, arms crossed.

You blink. "Right! I'm a graphic designer for a website."

"What website?" Beomgyu leans back, arms behind his head.

"This Just In!" You say excitedly, passionate about your work. "I'm trying to move into the journalism area as well. I'd love to be able to interview some of the people we do, but my boss didn't seem very keen to the idea yet."

"How come?" The one in the middle asks.

"He says I talk too much." A sudden wave of emotion hits you. "My boyfriend says the same."

"Ex-boyfriend."

"What?"

"Your ex-boyfriend." It's the one on the right again, eyes piercing into you; you can't hold his gaze.

"Right." You clasp your hands in your lap. "Maybe I've overshared a bit to you guys. I don't even know your names-" You point at the two.

"Han," the middle one offers. "Well, Jisung, but most people call me Han."

"Minho." You still can't look at him.

"Okay. Um, so, unless you have any other questions...?"

"Yeah, actually," Minho speaks. "What's your current living situation?"

"Oh! I'm living with my best friend, Hyunjin, and his roommates. But they're all models and it can be a bit... dramatic." You laugh nervously.

"Models?" Han sits up straight, looking at his two roommates. "What are the others like?"

"There's Felix, a literal sunshine, and Yeonjun and Wooyoung. They're usually the ones causing drama." You laugh again, this time more naturally. "Wooyoung just came back from a business trip, so I'm gonna be staying in my other best friend's, NingNing, she's amazing and I love her, apartment until she comes back. She's also a model... I'm friends with a lot of models."

"Do you mind stepping out for a second?" Han says with a smile. Your stomach drops. "I just need to discuss something with my roomies here."

"Y-yeah, okay." Quickly, you pick up your bag and head to the door, only stumbling a little bit.

Of course, you press an ear to the door once outside. If they don't want you, at least you'll know before they tell you to your face. Then maybe you won't cry at the news. The thick wooden door makes it hard to hear, only picking out bits and pieces.

"Dude, her best friend is a model-"

"Han, I swear to God-"

"She does talk a lot-"

"Like you're one to talk-"

"Okay, but with the breakup? Won't she be, like, crying all the time-"

"Hey, Min just went through a breakup too, so maybe she can help him with it-"

"Shut up-"

"Back to her best friend being a fucking model-"

A loud sigh signals you should back up, taking your phone out and pretending to be busy. The door opens, Minho in front of the other two looking more tired than before you left.

"You're in."

notes -> what is with me making idols i love into shitty exs like what is with that genuinely

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[absurd-ash]

Hi there about a headshot or one shot with Macaque and his s/o get into some argument over something resulting him saying something very mean to the reader. But could their some how be a fluff and comfort at the end where the two make up please? 💖

Heated Argument

{Macaque x GnReader}

You two would almost never get into arguments, and on the rare occasion that you two did get into fights, they would always be small, petty, couple arguments

Thats why you always found it odd when at some times Macaque seemed so frustrated with you

Little did you know, he was not in fact, frustrated with you, no, never you

He was always just frustrated at things that bothered him a certain day, most of the time it was Wukong, but sometimes his frustration could even be directed at life in general

But no, he was never frustrated with you, at least to the point he would yell or get in a fight with you

Well...on purpose that is

You would most likely be trying to make him relax, to distract him from whatever was making him so upset

As much as you wanted to help, Macaque wasn't having any of it

Giving you short and stern answers, not being vocal when you talk to him, just ignoring you completely

Whether you knew it or not, Macaque did this so he didnt lash out at you, it wasn't your fault he was so upset and frustrated, so he tried his best to be silent in his own little, angry, upset, world

Although, it didn't always work

whether it be that you were being too pushy, him forgetting to do what he usually does, him being less patient then usual, there was always a chance that he would take his frustration out on you verbally

he wouldn't be thinking about his words as he lashed out at you, if anything, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time

"Macaque, tell me what's wrong! I want to help!"

"My god Y/n, can't you see that nows not the time? Jeez, sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve someone as clingy as you!"

You flinched at that, not expecting the sudden outburst

You would look to the ground as you mutter a small apology and start heading to your bedroom to give Macaque space

It wasn't until Macaque heard your bedroom door shut when he had realized what he had said to you

He immediately started to panic, bringing his hands up to the roots of his hair and pulling at them

He didnt mean what he said, he would never mean it, but you didnt know that, for all you knew, he had truly meant what he said, that he thought he deserved someone better than you

If anything, reality was the exact opposite, Macaque thought you deserved better, that he wasn't enough for you, and sometimes, those thoughts kept him up at night

He started to pace across the living room that he was currently in, still tugging at his hair, thinking about ways to apologize to you

He would then decide that just outright apologizing would be the best way and he then headed towards your bedroom door

He winced as his six ears matched up on your mutters that you were whispering to yourself about how "Stupid" you were for not giving Macaque his space....did you really think you were stupid?

He winced at the implications of that, that he was the one to make you feel stupid

He shook away those thoughts and then knocked on your bedroom door

"Plum? Can I come in?" He muttered, his voice soft

You muttered a small "sure" so quiet, that any other person wouldn't be able to hear it, but he's the six eared Macaque for a reason

He lightly swung open the door to see you on your bed, staring up at the ceiling

"Look- Plum...I'm sorry-" He began, but before he could continue, you broke him off

"You don't need to apologize, it was my fault..." You say, looking at the ground in shame

...You didn't actually think that...did you?

"What?! No! It isn't your fault, it'll never be your fault. It was mine I was-" You cut him off before he could continue

"What?! No way, it was all my fault! I should have noticed you were so tense- but I was so stupid and-"

This time, you were cut off by Macaque. But instead of speaking he only walked close to you and leaned down so his eyes could look into yours

He brought his hands up and cupped your cheeks making you look at him

"Plum, look at me. You are not stupid. It wasn't your fault. ...and if anything I dont deserve you..."

Hearing those words you start to smile until he says the last bit your smile turns into a frown

"What?! No! I dont deserve you!!" You say, grabbing his shoulders

A flabbergasted look appears on Macaques face

"What! No, no, no, no. I dont deserve you." He said slowly, as if trying to get it to stick in your head

"No!" You say, still shocked that he would ever think that

You both stared at each other for another moment before both bursting out into giggles and laughter over the whole ordeal

After you both calmed down from your laughing, you laid down and motioned for Macaque to lay next to you

After than you both laid in silence just apprecaiting each other's company

"...hey plum...i'm sorry. About earlier. I know I already apologized but o just wanted to make sure you knew..."

You couldn't help but smile at that

"yeah. I know Macaque..,"

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I'm so sorry this took so long! I had to rewrite this like- five times :')

Anyway, I'm going on a break for a little while. There's gonna be one more head canon thats gonna come out and then I'll go on break. I'll let you all know when I get back :D

[rose-pearls]

The Summer I Turned Pretty

It has been a long time since I posted something and I'm sorry!! I'm currently on an exchange so I can't write as often but here is something new!

It's inspired by The Summer I Turned Pretty Series and all credits go the the author. There are probably going to be some changes but it is mainly based on that.

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187, @nyx2021, @thestarspangledcaptain, @kmc1989 (open for every fandom)

Top Gun Taglist: @bisexual-watermelons (open)

Next part

Cousins Beach, it had always been a summer tradition. From the moment school was over we took our bags and went to the beach house. It had been my uncle’s family house, but we went there every summer, spending it on the beach and enjoying the fireworks on the 4th of July. My father had been best friends with Tom Kazansky since college, both lost in the hallways, since then they have been attached to the hip. He was a constant presence in our lives, little notes and messages throughout the year until we could spend a whole month there on the beach together.

The familiar houses finally start to appear, and you can’t help but feel excited and at ease at the same time as you see them. Javy was on his phone, texting some of his friends or annoying your father with his antics but you wouldn’t trade him for the world. The house finally appears and this time you aren’t able to hide your excitement, your father’s smile widening at the sight of his best friend standing on the porch of the house.

“Took you some time to get here.”, your uncle says, a teasing tone in his voice and you see your father roll his eyes, but a large smile appears.

“Shut up and give me a hug Kazansky.”, the two men hug each other and before you can say anything you feel someone lift you off the ground, a shriek leaving your lips as you spin around. As your feet hit the ground again you turn around to find Bradley looking at you, his brown eyes lit up with that familiar cheerfulness. He seems a bit surprised as he looks at you, but you ignore it instead starting to talk with him before Javy interrupts.

“Jake come here!”, you hear Tom scream and as you turn around, there he is. Jake Seresin. 

He had been adopted by Tom and Pete when he was just a baby and you had grown up with him, he always had a place in your heart. And as the wind sweeps his blond hair out of his eyes you are met with sparkling green eyes. He had always been handsome, even in his early teenage years, but now he was even more handsome.

“Hey.”, he says awkwardly, but you barely register it, too busy looking at him and thinking of every single thing that has changed.

“Hi.”, you say back and the two of you stand there for a moment looking at each other.

“You don’t have your glasses anymore.”, he says simply, and you suddenly feel self-conscious as you remember the thick glasses you used to wear.

“I wear contacts now.”, you tell him, and he nods, looking thoughtful for a moment.

“It was better with your glasses.”, you don’t know how to take the words as he leaves you to go and see Javy, the comment was weird. You had always hated how you looked with your glasses and here he was telling you that you looked better with them on it.

--

“Alright, are you guys ready to go to the party?”, you hear Bradley ask and you turn around with a slight frown, you hadn’t been told that there would be a party.

“Wait, which party?”, the boys turn to look at you before Javy sighs dramatically.

“There is a bonfire party, but you are watching the movies with dad and Ice.”, he says like it’s the most logical thing in the world.

“But I want to come to the party.”, you try to stand straight, trying to look more serious but your brother shakes his head.

“No way, I don’t want my little sister there.”, this time you can’t help yourself but scoff, Bradley quickly trying to convince your brother.

“Common she can come.”, but Javy simply shakes his head, and your dad comes just at that moment.

“What are we talking about?”, he looks between the two of us and you try to look as innocent as possible, but you know that it won’t work.

“There is a bonfire tonight and Javy won’t let me go to it.”, Javy tries to disagree, but your father shushes him.

“You are too young to go to a party, maybe next year.”, you can’t help but look at your father in disbelief.

“Javy isn’t that much older than me.”, you try to say but your father gives you a pointed look and you sigh.

“Fine.”, Bradley sends you a sad smile and you smile back, feeling defeated as Javy takes Jake outside, the blond boy glancing back at you before following him.

“Hey, I’ll tell you everything in the morning.”, Bradley promises, and you simply nod in answer, feeling dejected.

Natasha 

‘So, what is happening there?’ 

You

‘Not much, wanted to go to a party but can’t.’

Natasha

‘Why don’t you just sneak out?’

Her text makes you think for a moment, the movies that you usually watch are quite long so you could try and go to the bonfire and come back in time for them to go to bed.

“Dad, I’m feeling tired, I think I will just go upstairs for a bit.”, your dad looks at you suspiciously, but Tom stops him before he can say anything.

“Of course, sweetheart, we will miss you but go and rest for a bit.”, you feel a bit bad at his words, you knew he always loved to spend time with you.

“I will, and we will spend time together for the rest of the summer!”, the three men smile at you softly before you leave the room.

You decide to leave a few minutes later, the bonfire not too far away from there and as you arrive you hear the laughter of teenagers. There is not a lot of people you know; you meet Jake’s gaze for a moment, and he looks surprised to see you before the blond girl brings him back into a conversation.

You hear your name, and you turn around to find Javy coming towards you.

“What the hell are you doing here?”, he says, there is a girl not far away from him, but you just roll your eyes at his antics.

“You are not the boss of me Javy.”, the teenager looks frustrated at your words before throwing his hands in the air.

“Fine but don’t drink any alcohol and you better figure out a way to go home.”, you roll your eyes at his words before going down the beach a bit further.

“Parties not really your thing either?”, you turn around to find a blond guy with a sweet smile looking at you.

“First one actually.”, he nods slowly before looking around the beach.

“Wish I could tell you it gets better, but it is always the same.”, his words make you laugh and the smile on his lips widens.

“I’m Bob.”, he says, and you smile at the name before introducing yourself.

“So, tell me about yourself.”, you spent the rest of the night talking, never having felt more at ease then at that moment with him.

“This might be something stupid, but would you mind if I kissed you?”, he seems nervous at the question, but you simply shake your head, getting closer to him.

His blue eyes look into yours, as if asking for permission again before he softly kisses you. It feels good, little butterflies in your stomach at the feeling of his lips and you stay there for a bit longer. That is until Javy calls you and tells you to come with them.

“That is my cue.”, you whisper softly and Bob smiles at your words.

“We should meet again.”, he says as the two of you walk towards the car.

“Text me when.”, you tell him as you give him his phone back, this time with your number in it.

“Common lets go.”, Bradley says as he sees you coming and you roll your eyes.

“If you want, I can bring her back!”, Bob says, and you smile at him softly but Bradley scoffs.

“Yeah, not happening, what is even your name?”, the question is a bit rude, but he ignores your glare.

“B-bob.”

“Well B-Bob, I’m not letting her get home with a stranger so better say goodbye.”, you roll your eyes at his words before Bob promises you to text you the next morning.

You ignore the rest of the boys until you get home, you silently hope that they are all asleep and that they won’t see that you went out.

All the hope dies out as you come in to find your father and uncles looking at all of you with raised eyebrows.

“You have some explaining to do young lady.”

Tell me if you want a second part :))

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Could we get a Frankie Morales fluff or smut (whichever you're feeling, or both?) with

35. "Better than I ever imagined."

👀👀🥺🥺💚

Find You.

35. "Better than I ever imagined."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here if you're interested in sending a request!! i love writing for any pedro characters. those big brown eyes get me everytime :(

Pairing - Frankie Morales x Neighbour!Female Reader

Warnings - mild cursing. smooching <3

Word Count - 811

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

Your episode of TV is interrupted by a knock at your front door.

"Sweetheart? It's me. It's Frankie."

Sighing with relief, you make your way to the door, opening it to be met with none other than your next door neighbour, Frankie Morales.

"Hey!" you greet, probably a little too chirpy. Your crush on this man is monumental, and you often find you have to remind yourself to play it cool around him.

"Hey, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"Ever the gentleman. No, you're not. Just watching TV. What do you need?"

It's not uncommon for you and Frankie to show up at each others doors unannounced. Sometimes, he'll come to borrow sugar, or you'll pop over to ask for help fixing your faucet. You make good neighbours, always helping one another out in whatever way you can.

"I have a weird request," he explains, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.

"Hit me with it, Morales."

"Can I use your shower?"

Oh. Suddenly, your mind is flooded with images of Frankie, dripping wet, towel hanging low on his hips, hair messy...

"You with me, honey?" he asks, slight smirk on his lips.

"Yeah, sorry. Daydreaming," you recover. "Any reason you can't use your own?"

"Something's wrong with it. I've tried to fix it, but I think I made it worse. I've been at work all day, and the plumber can't come until tomorrow," he explains.

"Well, you know where the bathroom is. I'll get you a clean towel," you begin to walk towards your cupboard when a strong arm grabs your wrist and pulls you back.

"Thank you, so much. You're an angel, you know that right?" he winks at you, and you throw your head back in a laugh. The melody of it makes him smile.

He makes his way to your bathroom, you following shortly after with his towel. You retreat back to the living room, resuming your episode and trying not to think about the currently naked Frankie Morales in your apartment.

"Sweetheart?" he speaks from the doorway, startling you.

"Shit, Frankie! You move like a Prius!"

"Sorry," he laughs, clearly amused.

You look at him carefully. He's still dry.

"I'm totally interrupting something, aren't I?" he asks.

You raise your eyebrows in confusion. He continues.

"There's a pretty dress hanging up in the bathroom, and your makeup is all over the counter. Were you going out? Am I totally ruining your plans right now?"

Shit. You'd forgotten you'd hung your dress up to try and get the creases out, and totally forgot to put all your makeup away. You'd scrubbed your face with a makeup wipe haphazardly and made yourself cosy on the couch, paying no mind to the mess you'd left behind.

"No, no," you explain. "I was supposed to be going out, but the plans changed."

You're hoping he doesn't notice the slight wobble in your voice. He does.

"Hey, hey, are you okay?" he frets, coming to sit next to you. "Did something happen? You can talk to me."

"It's nothing. Seriously. It's stupid."

"It's not stupid if it's upset you."

He's looking at you so intently with those warm chocolate eyes, you're struggling not to burst into tears.

"I was meant to be going on a date. I was kind of excited, actually. But he cancelled last minute with some bullshit excuse."

"Oh, honey."

"It seems to happen to me a lot. Do I repel love, or something? Why can everyone find it but me?"

Frankie grabs your hands in his, warm palms calming you down.

"You're too good for men like that," he says firmly. "They don't deserve you."

You smile half-heartedly at him, and sit in the silence for a while, fingers still intertwined. Frankie's voice breaks through the quiet gently.

"Maybe you need to stop looking for love. Maybe it'll find you." Then, a bit quieter, "Maybe it already has."

Your eyes widen at his confession, searching his face for any traces of humour. Instead, you're met with Frankie looking at you carefully, no hints of amusement on his features. He's deadly serious.

"I'm so glad that idiot cancelled on you," he admits. "Because it means I get to do this."

He surges forward and captures your lips in a searing kiss. His hands move to cradle your face, and yours move to tangle in his chocolate curls.

The kiss is electric, alive with excitement. It's passionate and loving and heated and well worth the wait.

You pull away, gasping for air. He rests his forehead on yours, breathing each other in.

"Better than I ever imagined," he whispers against your lips.

"Yeah?" you smile.

"Yeah," he confirms, grinning from ear to ear.

Suddenly, Frankie stands up from the couch, pulling you by the hand. He's smirking, mischief rife in his eyes.

"Now, how about that shower?"

[thomotomo]

Accidental Reveal - Faker x Male Reader

A/N: Once again coming back from the dead to drop you a lil something~ My current hyperfixation is Faker (and T1 and the LCK as a whole too) and I have a few more ideas in stock so maybe I'm gonna drop some more stuff soon! If you wanna request for any League player don't hesitate, I'm absolutely down :D

You were a rather well-known streamer, mostly known for playing Osu and a variety of games such as sometimes league of legends. You had been dating Lee Sang hyeok, better known as Faker, for the past 3 years. The two of you had recently decided it would be good to start living together and for the past two weeks you had slowly been moving your stuff to his house.

You hadn't been streaming during that time, chilling and hanging out with your boyfriend whilst installing your stuff. You had been lucky it was the off-season so could spend most of your time together.

But today, Sang Hyeok had went out to meet up at T1 Headquarters for some work so you decided it would be nice to stream so you had spent most of the afternoon catching up with your chat, telling them about your move with your partner (obviously omitting with who and where exactly you had been moving).

You had been playing Osu, it had been a while and you had been itching to try out new maps so you were rather happy to be able to do so once again. You were having so much fun that you hadn't noticed your phone going off quietly so you jumped, when, right after you finished a song with a nice grade.

You took off your headset as you saw your boyfriend grinning face. You exhaled loudly before standing up to greet him, giving him a peck, completely forgetting that you were live,so in the meantime, your chat was going wild, even though your camera's angle wasn't super wide, they still had seen Sanghyeok's face.

You were in the midst of telling to him what you were doing when suddenly your face decomposed as you realised that you were live and that people now most likely knew who you had moved in with.

"I was streaming...", Sanghyeok's face froze too and you winced before quickly seating back on your chair.

"Hey everyone thanks for stopping by today, I er... gotta go do something quick so we'll see each other very soon! Bye."

You waved at the camera and ended the stream, keeping an eye on the chat, who was still yelling and typing "FAKER?!?!?!!?", you knew you had fucked up. You shut down everything and turned towards your boyfriend, after all he was the bigger celebrity out of the two of you. You knew that you weren't 1000% in the shit as T1 and the management alongside both of your respective families already knew about your relationship so it wouldn't come off as a surprise to them but to the rest of the world and especially to the whole country, it was another thing.

"Fuck Sanghyeok I'm so sorry. I was happy to see you and I forgot to tell you..."

"No it's okay I should've knocked." He said as he sighed and shook his head. The two of you stood there in silence, you were dreading the panicked phone call that would ensue. You stepped towards your boyfriend, kissing his cheek, trying to soothe him at least a bit.

"Hey, we can't do anything about it at the moment. Do you wanna eat something? We can order."

He nodded quietly, he was still frowning, you could feel that he was stressed by everything that was happening. You took out your phone out and, ignoring the DMs coming from some of your friends, you ordered comfort food for the both of you and waited for your order to arrive.

You could see that he was glued to his phone and you could only guess what he was reading. As if he could read your brain and hear your worry he spoke up.

"Don't worry it's just the groupchat with the guys. They're worried about us."

You couldn't help but let out a quiet breath. At least he wasn't letting shitty comments online get to him. You were itching to take a look at Twitter but you knew it wouldn't be good, looking at the timer for when your food would be delivered, you couldn't help but bite your lip in worry. Sanghyeok chuckled quietly and grabbed your face, peppering it with gentle kisses.

"Stop frowning and worrying we're going to be okay. Even if people don't like it. What do you want to watch?"

You smiled softly at him and both of you checked Netflix to see what show you'd be watching tonight. Soon after you had started the first episode of this show you had been wanting to watch the delivery person called you up. You went to fetch the food and as soon as you came back, the both of you settled and dived into your dinner, opting to enjoy it quietly and ignoring the storm you had created. Once you finished cleaning up the dinner the two of you laid down on the couch, him laying down on you.

Whilst you were really into the show you had turned on, you had moved to replying to your friends and family who had discovered the situation or were worried about you, reassuring them that the two of you would be okay.

Once that was done you turned back your focus on the show and on Sanghyeok, caressing his hair gently. You were just basking in the presence of each other, after all you it was late at night and worrying about what had happened was useless and you would deal with the consequences tomorrow.

[whipitgod]

Don’t Worry About The Tomatoes

Hannibal Lecter x Will graham

oneshot - wc :1.2k

summary: not that plot heavy just a mix of fluff and crack jammed into a meet ugly trope/au. will is hannibal’s horrible new neighbor and hannibal struggles to be that angry about his behavior.

warnings: none other than potential bad writing and both of them being kind of ooc lol

a/n: feedback is greatly appreciated!!!! remember to like and reblog if you enjoy this, maybe even follow me ~ this really got away from me, i didn’t really have a solid plan going into but if you like it lmk and ill write a part 2 or something :D

Hannibal shuts his book sharply, standing with a huff and turning to look out the window into the backyard. His newest neighbor has been nothing short of a pain since he moved in a couple weeks before, from the loud rumble of power tools as he made repairs on the house, to the barking of the many dogs that he seems to have.

Hannibal feels somewhat willing to look past the noise of the power tools given that the home is admittedly a bit run down. Truthfully he can't remember who the last tenant of the home was, he thinks he remembers an old woman living in the home alone. The only thoughts crossing his mind as he peers through the window at the man hacking at an overgrown tree with a chainsaw are that he wishes the old lady still resided in the home, and he hopes the man has an unfortunate accident with the loud saw. Hannibal has yet to even see the man, having no idea his name let alone what he looks like, but he’s fantasized of taking his life on more occasions than he can count in the short time that the man has lived there.

“This is ridiculous.'' Hannibal grouses, pushing away from the window with the intent to confront the man, who cares about witnesses at this point; he'd be surprised if the other neighbors don't thank him for his service to the community. As soon as his hand reaches the door knob a loud crash echoes from the backyard, he hopes its the frustrating man falling to his demise,

“I'm not that lucky.” Hannibal muses quietly, making quick strides back towards the window. What he sees is enough to make him gasp in shock, pressing a hand against his heart as he takes in the damage. The branch the man was sawing at had fallen directly onto Hannibal's garden, the plants beneath the branch no question destroyed. He had just gotten that tomato plant staked properly. With a renewed vigor he charges out of the room and towards the back door grumbling quietly to himself as he goes,

“Going to use my bare hands, might not even eat him,” He grabbed the knob and pushed the door open, “going to have to see if there is even anything left to eat.” He continues his quiet murmurs until he spots the man with his back turned to him.

“Excuse me,” Hannibal spat, unable to disguise most of the anger bubbling inside him, “You destroyed my-” he’s unable to finish his complaint as the man finally turns to face him.

Oh god, he’s probably the most attractive man Hannibal has ever laid eyes on. Hannibal sucks in a sharp breath, opening his mouth with the intent to speak again, though he doubts he’d be able to get the words out. He doesn't have to worry about speaking because the man beats him to it,

“Hello?” dear god even his voice is attractive, a rasp coming from what hannibal assumes is years of smoking met with a slight southern drawl, must have grown up somewhere in the south, hannibal rolls the thought around his head a few times all while staring blankly at the gruff man in front of him.

“You must be the owner of the garden I demolished,” the man started, “sorry about that.” He didn't really sound all that sorry, if anything his tone bordered on teasing; if Hannibal was in his right mind he would have found the mans flippant attitude towards the situation unspeakably rude, but he was currently finding it hard to feel any anger towards the beautiful man in front of him. It took Hannibal a moment to even recognize that the man had asked him a question, realizing only when he met the man's curious gaze.

“Hannibal Lecter,” he held out his hand and the other man gripped it firmly. The first thought that went through Hannibal's mind was strong followed quickly by a horrified what am I doing?

“Will Graham,” the man responded, “Again I’m really sorry about your garden.” The man, Will Hannibal's mind supplied, still didn't really seem that sorry; before hannibal could truly think about that he found himself responding quickly,

“It’s not a big deal,” the phrase leaves his mouth before he can stop himself, “It was an honest mistake.” he says the last part with a smile determined not to show the gravity of his internal conflict. Oh god what is wrong with me, his brain supplies in a panicked tone, of course it’s a big deal, it is a huge deal.

“Are you sure?” Will questions returning the smile, “I wouldn't blame you if you were angry with me.”

Hannibal stares at him blankly for a moment, he wants to be angry, he's digging around in his brain trying to find his anger. He can't be angry, not when all he can think about is seeing him smile again. Dear god what is my problem, flashes through Hannibal's mind,

“I'm very sure,” Hannibal affirmed, “I actually planned on digging up the garden and planting some new things.” hannibal prays to whatever higher power there may be that will doesn't notice the flood of different emotions that flash across his face as the words leave his mouth, it seems like his prayer works because Will responds with a smile,

“Would you like my help replanting? Given that I’m the one that crushed it.” Will chuckles softly as the last words leave his mouth, Hannibal also lets out a soft laugh before he can catch himself.

“Oh I couldn't ask that of you,” Hannibal replied, a pitiful attempt at denying how much he wants the help, if only as an excuse to spend more time around the enthralling man in front of him.

“You didn't ask,” will starts with a small smile, “I offered.”

Hannibal returns the smile,it feels like the only thought his brain is capable of is what am I doing? Before he can think better of it hannibal lets out a sigh,

“Well I would be remiss to turn down help when offered,” Hannibal begins, “Would you be free tomorrow to start working?” Hannibal sucks in a quiet breath waiting for the other man to respond, why am I so nervous?

“Even if i wasn't i’d make the time,” Will responds with a teasing smile, “how does noon sound?”

Hannibal has half the mind to think that it almost sounds like Will is flirting though he doesn't have the time to dwell on it before he's rushing out a response,

“Noon sounds perfect.”

Will sends Hannibal another smile accompanied with a teasing look, almost like he understands the effect he's had on Hannibal's blood pressure since the beginning of their interaction.

“It's a date,” Will confirms, “see you tomorrow hannibal.” and with that the man turns and begins walking towards the door of the worn down house, not sparing another look at hannibal as he enters the house and shuts the door softly behind him. Hannibal stands there for a minute staring blankly at the door, his thoughts cascading through his head faster than he can even recognize what they are. He doesn't even realize that his feet had carried him back to his home until he steps through the doorway and the door slams shut behind him, snapping him from his stupor. He lets out a harsh breath attempting to gather his thoughts,

“What the hell just happened.”

[lilyevanstan1325]

❤️ Built For This World ❤️

Chapter 10

“You gotta understand” Dave sighs as he pours himself a glass of liquor, “We can’t stay out there”

“I miss the part where this is our problem” I hiss giving him my full attention.

The man doesn’t seem irritated by my words, in fact he smiles.

“Listen man, the farm is too crowded as it is.I’m sorry.You’ll have to keep looking” Rick tries to mediate, throwing at me a hard gaze, imploring me with his gaze to keep my mouth shut.

Dave nods.

“Keep looking” he murmurs with his lips pressed against the rim of the glass, taking a moment to swallow the amber liquid.

“Where do you suggest we do that” he finally replies, placing the glass in front of him.

“I hear Nebraska’s nice” I respond immediately with a toothy smile.

Dave laughs in response, throwing his head back.

“Nebraska.You’re so feral, I like you” he chuckles and in a blink of an eye he grabs his gun but Rick is much faster than him exploding a shot straight at the man’s head.

Without thinking twice I turn my back on Rick, leaning it against his and without even aiming I fire two shots at Tony’s chest.

But something seems to be wrong.

There's something wrong with the man who slowly raises a hand to his chest and collapses to the floor.

The man's big, sweaty face transforms into a completely different one.

His round cheeks take on a more angular appearance.

His smooth cheeks are now covered with a light layer of beard.

Some dark locks slide across his forehead and cover his dark eyes.

Actually no...no dark eyes...eyes as clear and blue as a summer sea.

The prominent abdomen fills with blood as it changes shape into a broader, more muscular chest.

The black shirt gradually darkens as the blood soaks it.

A strong calloused hand rests right where the bullets have pierced the flesh.

In horror, I let go the gun, kneeling in front of the man who, moment by moment, is struggling more and more to breathe, gurgling gasps abandoning his lips which are taking on a worrying shade of grey.

“Daryl!I'm Sorry.I'm so sorry” I whine pressing my hands on his wounds trying to stop the bleeding.

Blood slips through my fingers unable to slow the process.

Continuing to press, I look behind me.

“Help me!Help him!”

My scream hurts my own eardrums.

Rick, Glenn and Hersel look at me without moving.

Not even a shadow of the panic on their faces that is currently consuming my every cell.

I return my eyes to the man lying at my feet, his eyes are absent.

“Why don't you do anything!” I scream desperately feeling the heartbeat under my fingers slow down inexorably.

No noise behind me.

The blood flows from the two holes more and more slowly now.

“Please stay with me, big boy.I need you” I sniff at him, my vision blurred with tears.

It can't end like this.

I couldn't tell him how I felt about him.

I didn't have time to tell him how special he was to me.

I couldn't thank him for saving my life in every way a person can be saved.

I didn't tell him that I love him.

“Daryl” I whisper as his eyes turn glassy and a final trembling sigh leaves his lips.

Daryl slips away in front of my horrified eyes.

I lost him.

I lost him forever.

And it's all my fault.

With a clouded mind and a heart full of anger I stand up unable to take my eyes off the archer's lifeless body.

I killed a human being.

I killed Daryl Dixon.

I killed the greatest love of my life.

In the fog of my thoughts I can hear the sound of Rick's boots coming alongside me.

Then another shot.

And now Daryl's face is also covered in blood.

I killed Daryl Dixon.

His coagulated blood between my fingers only reminds me of that.

“Why didn't you help him, Rick?” I ask, my heart shattering as I move my gaze to his face.

The room is dark now.

There are no more tables.

There are no more chairs.

Nothing.

Just me, Rick and Daryl's dead body.

I killed Daryl Dixon.

Rick looks at me with a look of pure hatred, his features a mask of contempt.

“It's all your fault, Summer.You killed him.You killed all of us the moment you came into our lives.I won't kill you” he whispers placing his gun in the back pocket of his jeans, “You deserve to live with this weight in your heart.This is what you deserve”

Saying this, the man turns his back on me and disappears surrounded by darkness.

I open my eyes suddenly, the harsh light of the sun hurts my weak eyes.

From my lips a string of stuttered words ring out in the air as hands grab me by the shoulders.

Instinctively I avoid it curling up, pressing my back against a cold wall.

“It's me, Summer” Carol's voice, soft but with a hint of panic, pierces the fog that clouds my brain, finally making me aware of where I am.

“Where's Daryl?” I pant, hugging my knees to my chest as my shoulders rise and fall furiously matching with my heartbeat.

“Summer-”

“Where's Daryl!” I shout, interrupting the woman.

I don't want to hear or know anything.

I just want to know if he's okay.

I need to know.

Carol doesn't seem scared by my reaction, in fact her expression softens and, smiling sweetly at me, she whispers “Daryl is fine.Do you want me to go look for him?”

“No.No.Don't!” I chirp in agony like a wounded animal.

Carol nods as she sits on the bed next to me waiting patiently for me to calm down.

And I swear, I swear to God, that no matter how hard I try, my heartbeat doesn't slow down.

The air struggles more and more to reach my lungs, my chest tightens more and more until it becomes impossible for me to breathe.

Daryl is fine.

I didn't kill Daryl Dixon.

I blink rapidly trying to free my eyes from the tears that are gathering in them at the memory of the nightmare I just experienced.

It all seemed so real.

Daryl lifeless body.

His blood on my hands.

The anger in Rick's eyes.

You killed us all the moment you came into our lives.

A sob racks my chest.

“Summer everything is fine, it was just a nightmare” Carol whispers without moving closer.

I can see the struggle in her eyes as she tries to keep her hands still in her lap fighting her own instinct to come closer and hug me.

She knows she can't do it because she is aware of the rejection that would follow from me.

For the last two days I have rejected anyone who has tried to approach me.

The disappointment and rejection on my friends' faces is seared into my mind.

I shouted unrepeatable things at them with the sole intention of distancing them from me.

Because I don't deserve their compassion.

I don't deserve their love.

But despite everything Carol was the only one who didn't give up on me.

While the others accepted my repeated refusals with death in their hearts, she remained by my side.

She remained by my side, sometimes talking to me about what was happening and sometimes simply remaining silent.

Silent but constantly present.

Just like right now.

I immediately look down, full of guilt.

“What are you doing here?” I mutter arrogantly.

Maybe if I'm mean enough she'll let me go too.

Carol shrugs in response to my question, her gaze focusing on a spot in the field outside the vehicle following something with interest.

I risk a glance in the same direction as her and my gaze comes across the subject of my nightmare.

Daryl.

A small, shaky sigh slips from my lips.

Daryl is fine.

I didn't kill Daryl Dixon.

The man walks with his head down, shoulders hunched as he rubs his knuckles.

As if he felt my gaze on him, his eyes moved from his hands to rest on my face.

It all lasts a moment.

Just enough time to register his expression.

The same eyes that looked at me with passion and devotion just 48 hours ago are now full of hatred.

Anger.

Wrath.

I look down, squeezing my knees even tighter against my chest.

“Talk to him, Summer”

“Mind your business, Carol”

I regret my words immediately after I say them but I bite my tongue until I taste the iron taste of my own blood to avoid letting slip out the apologies I would like to make to my friend.

I know I'm cruel but what they don't know is that I want to push them away from me for their own good.

You killed us all the moment you came into our lives.

The words that Rick spoke to me in my dream now seem more true than ever and push me towards the same decision I should have made from the beginning.

I shouldn't have let these people get attached to me.

I shouldn't have left my heart free to become attached to them.

To fall in love with him.

Carol snorts in amusement as she stands up.

Surprised by her reaction, I force my gaze to follow her movements and focus on her face.

And even though she's smiling I can clearly see the nervousness in his stiff figure.

“I know what you're doing, Summer” she accuses me, piercing me with her gaze.

“You can push me away like you did to everyone else.Like you did with Daryl.But know that it doesn't work with me.I will be here for you when you'll be ready”

Ignoring my broken heart I shrug feigning indifference even though every single word she said pierced my soul like sharp pins.

No matter how bitchy or mean I am she will never give up on me.

“Whatever” I whisper.

Carol shakes her head as she walks towards the door of the RV but before leaving she whispers my name.

The woman turns her back on me indifferently but her hand tightened around the door jamb reveals all her nervousness, the white knuckles seem to want to pop out from her skin.

“You asked me not to give up…and no matter how hard it is, I'm trying.I’m really trying”

The tremble in her voice makes me shiver.

A sense of shame pervades me making me truly aware of the wickedness with which I treated this poor woman who has just lost her little girl.

“Now I'm the one asking you not to give up.Don't give up, Summer.If you give up I will lose you.Don't do this to me”

And with these last heavy words Carol walks away.

I was there for her.

She's holding on for me.

Now she's here for me.

And I'm slamming the door in her face.

I am a monster.

I smile disgusted with myself.

After all, I already knew that, right?

I'm a monster.

Just like him.

Suddenly the RV becomes suffocating.

If until a few minutes ago this place seemed like a safe refuge to me, now its walls seem to tighten around me, taking my breath away.

Without knowing where to go I force my body to move, if I stay closed in here for another minute I feel like I could die.

The sun outside hits my clear eyes, making me hiss.

Having spent too much time locked in the RV crying has made me lose touch with reality, with what is happening around me.

I've wallowed in my guilt for so long that I've lost sight of everything else.

I can't cope with what I did.

This is what I can't stand.

I know I had to do it but that doesn't give me relief.

I would never let anything happen to my friends and yet that sense of discomfort continues to haunt me.

I killed a human being before he could kill me.

Or Rick.

Or Glenn.

Or Hersel.

Killing so as not to be killed.

It's the new law.

Even if it's not right.

Out of the corner of my eye I notice a figure in front of the barn's door.

Andrea.

The woman has a rifle with her, she will surely be guarding the new prisoner.

With a determined step I reach her, passing by her without even looking at her.

I don't know why I came here but it certainly isn't to get lost in idle chatter with her.

When the palm of my hand rests on the barn's door, her voice behind me halts my next step.

“I can't let you in” the woman exclaims, earning a derisive laugh from me.

I can feel her agitated movements behind me, her weight sliding from one foot to the other.

“Yeah, sure.What will you do?Do you want to shoot me?Again?” I mock her by opening the barn's door and closing it behind me.

I'm sorry to be so bitchy and point out something that's now past my mind but at the moment I don't take orders from anyone.

Much less from the woman who shot me.

The place is in dim light.

Randall sits on the floor with his arms tied behind his back, the rope securing his wrists tightened tightly around a wooden pole.

He's blindfolded.

I smile bitterly.

A week ago I was in the same situation as him.

I carefully watch his figure stiffen and from his swollen face I'm sure he expects to be beaten again.

And judging by the extent of the damage, I'm sure it was Daryl.

I approach the trembling boy and with a quick move I free him from the blindfold and then stand in front of him with my arms crossed over my chest.

“I won't hurt you, Randall” I whisper.

“How's your leg?” I ask sincerely worried about the state of it.

The flesh is red and the limb is swollen.

He's really lucky to still be alive.

The boy doesn't seem relieved that there is a simple girl in front of him, he lets out a trembling breath.

“What is it, psychological torture?Did they send you to get me to talk?Well, I'll tell you what I already told to your boyfriend.I barely knew those guys.I met ’em on the road.I haven't done anything!”

“My boyfriend?” I ask confused.

Why would he believe that Rick and I are somehow connected by a feeling of love?

Randall trembles as if he's remembering something really scary.

“Yeah…that huge man with a scary look.He…he said he would break my neck if I ever looked in the same direction as you again” he chirps with a grimace of pain.

Daryl?

Did he really threaten him like this?

I shake my head smiling interrupting his flow of words.

I don't waste time correcting him, it would be useless and it wouldn't be his business anyway.

I walk over to the chair next to him and drag it across the old wooden planks I place it in front of him.

Remaining silent, I sit down and continue to observe the boy.

“No one sent me here.Nobody knows I'm here.I just want to have a chat.Relax”

But at my words he doesn't relax.

He straightens his back, moving away as much as possible, moving away until his back hits the wooden planks of the walls.

“It was me” I begin, immediately capturing his interest.

“I was the one who killed your friend.Tony”

“He…he wasn't my friend…”

I silence him with a sharp wave of my hand.

I'm not interested in finding out his relationships with those guys, I just want him to understand that if he doesn't cooperate with us he won't have much chance of survival.

I lean forward placing my elbows on my knees.

“Listen to me Randall.I don't want anything to happen to you but you have to help us.If those guys you ended up with are dangerous you need to tell us.There are women and children here” I explain nodding towards the door, “We can't risk it”

The boy looks at me furtively, not entirely convinced by my words.

After all, he was beaten to death, why should he believe the good faith in my words?

“I hate myself for what I did.Even though that son of a bitch was about to put a bullet in my head I hate myself for pulling that damn trigger.I- I- I…” I stammer, unable to continue.

I close my eyes for a moment trying to calm my agitated breathing.

My back hits the back of the chair hard as I bring my hands to my hair, pulling it forcefully from the roots.

Randall doesn't speak, which gives me time to gather the right words in my confused brain.

I reopen my eyes to find the boy attentive, his eyes watchful on my face.

I'm sure he can sense the turmoil stirring inside me and this perhaps makes me a little more credible in his eyes.

“I hate what I did but I would do it again.For these people I would do it again.Even at the cost of losing my soul in the end.Do you…do you understand this?”

Randall nods.

“Good boy.Now you'll tell me where your camp is and above all you'll tell me if you think they will come looking for you” I whisper trying to soften my tone but letting all the seriousness shine through my words.

“They…they…”

His confession is abruptly interrupted by the barn's doors which open and slam violently against the walls, the deafening noise reverberates throughout the entire room, immediately silencing the boy.

I don't need to turn around to know who he is.

Randall's literally terrified look is enough for me to understand who has just made his triumphant entrance.

“I- I- I don't…she's...” stammers the poor boy, lowering his head and curling up in a ball as if he were trying to disappear from the face of the earth.

“Shut the fuck up!” Daryl barks and after a moment his huge hand wraps around my upper arm forcing me to stand up, dragging and yanking me violently out of the barn

Outside, next to the door, Andrea keeps her head down.

I smile.

That woman never knows when it's time to keep her mouth shut.

Daryl drags me a few more steps, his grip on my arm hurts but I won't give him the satisfaction of telling him that.

If this is how he wants to vent his anger on me, I won't stop him.

When we get close to his tent he lets me go.

For a few minutes neither of us speaks.

He paces back and forth, angry like a caged lion.

I limit myself to leaning with my back against the trunk of a tree waiting for the man to find the right words to vomit all his frustration on me.

Suddenly I find him a few inches from my face, his eyes full of resentment.

I never imagined that one day all his anger would be for me.

But after all I deserve it.

I rejected him.

I put him in these conditions.

It was what I wanted after all, wasn't it?

So now I will accept the consequences.

“Wha’ the hell were ya doin’ in there?” he spits the words between his teeth.

His fists trembles.

I smile with the intention of making him nervous.

And I succeed.

A muscle in his jaw twitches dangerously.

“Oh, you mean before you interrupted his full confession?”

My words full of sarcasm seem to catch him off guard.

His attentive gaze studies every part of my face.

His lips are a hard straight line.

“Ain't possible.I beat the shit out of him, doesn't say anything”

I shake my head pushing a hand against his chest trying to push him away.

Having him so close distracts me.

His lips a few inches from mine don't allow me to think clearly.

Daryl stiffens at my touch, taking a few steps back.

Roger.

He doesn't want to be touched by me.

This hurts but it's what I wanted.

I want him to hate me, I want him to despise me so it will be easier to let him go.

It will be easier to distance myself from him.

Liar...

I shake my head to get rid of my conflicting feelings.

“You know, violence is not always the answer” I mock him, nodding towards his skinned knuckles.

Daryl lets out a grunt that could mean anything.

His eyes remain fixed on his boots, the man is clearly avoiding my gaze.

And maybe it's for the best.

This gives me enough courage to be able to speak to him.

“Will you kill him?”

The archer nods without looking at me.

My stomach knots.

“It's simpler tha’ way.’S safer” he mutters, absentmindedly kicking some blades of grass.

I can't help myself.

“Simple?Is killing another human being so easy for you?”

I can't hide the disgust in my words and it finally gets his attention.

His blue eyes, the same eyes I had come to know and love, now seem foreign to me.

There is a coldness in them that I don't recognize.

His eyes, what's behind them, scare me now.

An almost mocking smile stains his handsome face.

“And wha’ would ya like to do, huh?Leave him free ta bring his people here?Is tha’ wha’ ya wan’?”

His words are laced with venom as he looks at me as if he thinks I'm a fucking stupid naive.

I shake my head.

No, he can't be serious.

“You're not like that” I whisper, “You wouldn't kill someone in cold blood.You are a good man”

The archer approaches me again, invading my personal space.

His breath shatters on my lips.

Breath that tastes like tobacco.

Like stolen kisses.

Like whispered promises.

“Really?Do ya really think ya know me?Do ya really think tha’ having kissed me a couple of times makes ya think ya know me?” he laughs evilly, “Well, listen ta me, Summer”

Summer.

Not pretty eyes.

Not sunshine.

Not my sunshine.

Summer.

If he had shot me I would have suffered less.

I lower my gaze, hiding from his eyes how much his words hurt me.

You deserve it.You deserve it, and you know this, a corner of my conscience murmurs.

Two fingers under my chin force me to look up again.

Daryl is punishing me and he knows it.

And he enjoys it.

“Ya don't know me.Yer nobody.Yer nobody ta me, Summer”

A tear escapes my control, sliding silently down my cheek towards my chin, wetting the fingertips of the man in front of me.

A man who looks at me like I'm scum on this planet.

I abruptly free myself from his grip, moving away from him as quickly as possible, but no matter how much I run away, his words haunt me.

This.

This is the right punishment for what I did.

“Hey”

“Hey”

“How are you?”

I shrug.

At this moment I really don't know what to answer.

How am I?

I feel like shit but this man already knows, he was there.

“Yeah” Hersel murmurs, sitting next to me on the porch steps of his house.

“It's not an easy situation” he whispers, leaning forward and resting his arms on his knees.

I imitate his gesture and raise my face towards the sky.

“How's Beth?”

“My girl is strong.She will be okay”

I smile weakly as I watch the sun sink towards the horizon.

It's my favorite part of the day.

I love when the clouds are tinged with fiery red, fading towards warm orange and delicate pink.

The sunlight that slowly hides on the horizon creates a play of reflections and shadows, making this land magical and evocative.

The outline of the trees appears black and mysterious against the vibrant sky.

It is a moment of peace and beauty, when the day gives way to the dark and captivating night.

“Where is everyone else?” I ask without taking my eyes off this spectacle that nature is giving us.

Between death and desolation, Mother Nature has found a way to reclaim the world and make it its own again.

“They're gathering to decide Randall's future” he sighs.

Behind his deliberately light tone I can read a myriad of conflicting feelings.

“You should be there too, give your opinion.A lot of those people respect you, you know that right?”

I smile, turning my gaze towards his face.

His blue eyes are staring at me intently.

“Not all of them, I'd say” I reply, wrinkling my nose, thinking of Shane.

That guy hates me.

Well, Daryl hates me too now.

Hersel laughs.

“Okay, maybe not all of them” he smiles, “But you are very respected.I respect you”

I blink in amazement.

Hersel is a good, intelligent and terribly wise man, having his respect moves me.

“Thank you” I whisper, feeling a lump in my throat.

The good vet gently places a hand on my shoulder, silently communicating his affection for me.

“You know, I keep thinking about what you said to me when we were in that bar.You were right, there is still hope.I had just lost my way...but thanks to you, to your words, I understood how important it is to fight for what you love.For those who love”

I look back towards the sky where the first stars begin to timidly illuminate it.

“I was a bitch, Hersel.With all of them.None of them deserve it but I didn't care, I hurt the feelings of the people who welcomed me” I whisper, torturing the tip of my index finger between my teeth.

“They know it, Summer.Nobody's mad at you” the man tries to console me by smiling at me again in a reassuring manner after which he gets up and then goes up the steps that lead him towards the door of his house.

“Hersel?”

“Tell me”

“Do you agree with this?” I ask, turning to him.

His dull and tired look gives me the answer I'm looking for.

“No but…but I have to keep my daughters safe”

“I understand”

A heavy silence envelops us as we peer at each other.

Sometimes we have to do what is right for the good of those we love, we have to make decisions that leave an indelible mark on our soul.

Like the decision to kill another human being.

“I feel like I'm losing myself, Hersel.What I did…what I did to that man…I feel like I can't bear the weight of my choice.And this…this is hurting people who don't deserve it”

He watches me for a few seconds then comes closer and sits next to me again.

“Would you do it again?”

My answer comes before my brain can process his question.

“No doubt.I would never let anything happen to you”

“But?” he urges me.

I sigh, straightening my back and directing my gaze towards the far edges of the farm.

“But that doesn't change the fact that I took a life.What right do I have to choose who should live and who should die?”

Tony and Dave got what they deserved.

I can't even imagine what they would have done if they had found the farm, what would have happened next.

Hersel next to me sighs, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“You and Rick saved my life.You protected this farm and my family.I'm not saying it's easy or right...I'm just saying that the death of those men didn't represent a loss for this world”

“But having killed them make us so different from them?”

The words burn on my tongue as I speak them.

This is my biggest fear.

Did my action make me soulless?

Have I now become like one of those men?

“Summer, you're not like them.You are full of love, honor.You…listen to me for a moment.Rick killed that man.In your eyes is he like those men?”

And in an instant everything is clearer.

All clearer.

For me, Rick remains a man of strong moral, a good man.

A charitable man.

And the fact that he pulled the trigger on those despicable bastards doesn't change my opinion of him.

I still see a model to follow in him.

His apparently cruel gesture has a much greater motivation behind it.

Protect his people.

The same motivation that pushed me to pull the trigger.

The same motivation that pushed me to move forward day after day.

Don't give up for the people I love.

I didn't give up to make my mother proud of me.

I endured for my father's love.

I fought for myself, to survive.

And now I fight for these people.

For Glenn.

For Carol.

For Rick.

For Daryl.

For everyone of them.

I tried to push everyone away out of fear, out of fear of being seen as a monster.

My hands will never be clean again, Tony's blood will always be there like a ghost between my fingers, but this will be my new starting point.

Now I know how much further I am willing to go to keep my loved ones safe.

Now I know my place.

Now I know what to fight for.

And I know I can do it, hell yes I can!

I nod, silently wiping away my tears with the back of my hand.

“Thank you” I whisper in a strangled voice.

“Anytime”

Hersel gives me one last squeeze on my shoulder after which he gets up and disappears into the house.

“Killing him.Right?”

It's Dale's voice that reaches me first when I finally decide to enter the house.

Hesitantly I stop my steps, again undecided whether to assist or not.

I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans trying to calm the pounding of my heart.

“I mean, why bother to even take a vote?It's clear which way the wind's blowing” continues the man.

His words are followed by a brief moment of silence.

Taking courage, I advance until I find the others in front of me.

The first people to notice me are Carol and Shane.

The first gives me a smile of encouragement while the man looks at me briefly and then returns his gaze to his best friend.

As soon as I turned the corner that will lead me among the others I notice a man next to me.

Daryl is leaning with one shoulder against the wall and his gaze remains focused in front of him.

I am sure that he has noticed my presence as I am sure that he is deliberately ignoring me.

I can tell by the stiffness of his back and his nervously clicking jaw.

“I was there.Before him.I was in his place” I whisper in a faint voice, my stomach tightening in a grip of pain at the thought that the same people who care about me now were not long ago gathered in the same way to decide my fate.

Who knows how many of them agreed to get rid of me.

I feel everyone's eyes immediately focus on my figure.

Especially Shane's eyes.

I wonder if he still wants to get rid of me.

Trying to clear my mind of all thoughts, I try to focus on our common goal.

The safety of this place.

“I too was a stranger like him”

“It's not the same, Sum.You didn't try to kill us" Glenn blurts out, immediately softening his gaze, perhaps happy that I've come to my senses.

I walk towards him, leaving Daryl behind me.

I place a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly, hoping that in my eyes he will see all the silent apologies I am offering him.

His hand immediately reaches mine.

Good, we are good again.

“Well, if people believe we should spare him, I wanna know.Then we can talk through the options” Rick continues, looking into the eyes of every single person in the room and finally focusing on me, giving me a faint smile which I shyly return.

I'm happy that they're not mad at me, that they're not mad at me for my horrible behavior.

I drove them away by hurting them and they are welcoming me back with open arms.

“Well, where I sit, there's only one way to move forward” Shane murmurs.

His intentions are more than clear.

Dale becomes agitated.

“So…that's how it is then!Just Summer, Glenn and I agree that we should spare him?”

The man looks really incredulous as he nervously runs a hand over his face.

Glenn squirms lightly under my touch, looking nervous when Dale rests his gaze on him for support.

On the old man's face I perceive the exact moment in which he realizes that his friend is also turning his back on him.

“Look, I…” the boy stutters, “I think you’re pretty much right about everything, all the time, but this…”

“They’ve got you scared” Dale replies nervously, silencing Glenn who now full of guilt lowers his gaze onto his hands, gripped with an iron grip on his thighs.

“We've already lost too many people” Glenn mutters more to himself than to the others.

Dale sighs in frustration.

“How about you?Do you agree with this?” questions the man addressed to me.

I feel everyone's gaze on me but what weighs most is the gaze of the man behind me, I can feel his eyes digging a hole of anger on my shoulders.

“Can't we keep him prisoner?”

“Jus’ another mouth ta feed”

I knew it.

I fucking knew that Daryl would go against me.

I expected it but that doesn't make it hurt any less.

Not having his support, as he has always done, hurts.

It really hurts.

“It may be a lean winter” I suggest just for the sake of contradicting him and in fact a few moments later I hear him snort and whisper some profanity under his breath.

“It could be an asset.Give him a chance to prove himself” suggests Dale trying to find a foothold in someone's conscience.

“Put him to work?” Glenn suggests, being immediately silenced by Daryl.

“Ain't lettin’ him walk ’round.’S not safe”

If we keep going like this we'll never find a solution but only problem after problem.

Carol has kept me updated these days, despite my apparent disinterest in the whole thing.

She told me how Rick and Shane tried to leave Randall away from the farm but then turned back because the boy admitted he recognized the Green's farm.

“Could you drive him further out?Leave him like you planned” I ask turning to Rick.

“They barely came back this time.There are walkers.They could break down.They could get lost” Lori explains to me next to Rick, shaking her head terrified at the idea that something could happen to her husband.

“We could put an escort on him” Maggie suggests.

Shane shakes his head smiling as if he's just listening to a bunch of bullshit.

“Oh yeah…and who would volunteer?” he asks rhetorically, immediately blocking Dale's prompt response with a wave of his hand.

“I don't think any of us should be walking around with this guy.Let me tell you something, man.Say we let him join us, right?Maybe he's helpful, maybe he's nice.We let our guard down and maybe he runs off, brings back his 30 men”

Strangely I find myself agreeing with Shane's words.

We can't risk that much but I still feel reluctant to accept the idea of killing the boy.

“So the answer is to kill him to prevent a crime that he may never even attempt?If we do this, we're saying there's no hope.Rule of law is dead.There is no civilization”

This time Dale's disappointment is well marked in his desperate words.

His gaze is haunted and incredulous.

I understand what he is feeling.

These are the same questions I've been asking myself over the last few days.

The same questions that poisoned my mind day and night.

Ever since I killed that man I have done nothing but wonder if it had been the right thing to do.

Whether civilization is truly over.

No laws, just the strongest winning over the weakest.

But today, among all these people, I know that it was worth it.

It was worth losing a little piece of my soul if it meant we were all still here today.

Here and alive.

I sigh deeply.

“He's right, Dale.We should not put our own people at risk”

“Really?You too?How can you…”

“I can because I was there.In that bar.I was there.You weren't there.I pulled that damn trigger.I killed that man just to keep you safe, to protect all of you.And if you think that everyone here is taking it lightly, you're wrong.You are wrong.You don't know…you don't know…you don't know what it feels like to kill.You don't know what it feels like to lose a piece of yourself.You…you don't know…”

The words get stuck in my throat creating a ball of pain and desperation impossible to swallow.

A trickle of sweat runs down my spine.

Everything I suffocated is coming back to the surface exploding in a myriad of words soaked in anger and pain.

“I understand your reticence but you have to think about these people” I continue ignoring the pity in the eyes of those present, “Those men are thieves, murderers, rapists.And if you think that Rick or Shane or I will ever let those guys get close to us, you're sorely mistaken.You may not agree but we must do what is right for us.For our safety”

I stop for a moment, breathing heavily.

Revealing my fears to everyone, what I've been living in my head for days, isn't easy but it's the only way to make Dale understand how dangerous his idea is.

In response, the man shakes his head in total disagreement with my words, only increasing my anger.

How can he be so blind that he can't see?

I had come here with good intentions, to be able to look for a point of mediation.

But there is not.

Glenn is right.

We have to think about our safety.

I quickly approach the man, standing in front of him with fury.

“Think about what would happen to Andrea.To Beth.To Amy.What do you think those men would do to any woman here?You know how those two guys in town looked at me, huh?Can you understand how I felt with their gazes ruminating on my body?Would you ever let something like this happen to Lori?To Maggie?Think about it Dale.Our choices will impact us.I agree when you say that we must not lose ourselves but we cannot do it at the expense of our own lives”

A shiver runs down my spine making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

The memory of Dave's gaze on my body, his slimy hand groping his crotch.

Their thoughts were so vivid, so disgusting…

I will never let another woman feel the same sense of inadequacy and horror that I felt.

Dale no longer looks me in the eyes, his gaze is fixed on the hat that he tortures between his fingers.

This time my words hit the mark.

Perhaps for the first time he's realizing how dangerously senseless his idea is.

Around us no one speaks, it seems that everyone is holding their breath.

Too shocked by my own outburst, I quickly leave the room, leaving the house and finding peace in the dark night, the stars made almost invisible by large threatening clouds.

From afar the wind brings with it the smell of rain which I am sure will soon reach us.

Trying to control my breathing, I rest my arms on the balustrade, inhaling and exhaling slowly.

The cool breeze blowing in the air refreshes my hot skin, giving me pleasant shivers.

The door creaks behind me forcing me to turn around.

Shane looks at me while he nervously runs a hand over his shaved head and then leans his back against the wall, bringing his arms in front of his chest and crossing them.

“You know?It may seem crazy to you but I agree with what you said” he snorts amused, lifting a corner of his lips.

I smile too, leaning my back against the balustrade and stretching my legs in front of me, crossing them at the ankles.

I also cross my arms over my chest, as if trying to keep all my shit together.

“I'll tell you, man.I thought the same thing before.Disgusting, isn't it?” I reply and this time a real smile spreads across Shane's face.

For a moment I get a little glimpse of who Shane really was before all this shit.

Maybe, if we had met in another life, we could have even become friends.

Maybe.

Shane shakes his head and turns serious.

“I'm sorry for what you went through” he whispers, looking at me furtively from under his thick dark lashes.

I roll my eyes.

He snorts.

“I'm serious!Look…I know what you think about me.I know what others think.And I know I have a fucking temper but all I want is for everyone to be safe.Do you understand me?”

Yes, I understand that.

I understand this all too well.

“I know” I snort letting out a big sigh.

“We want the same thing, Shane”

“I know…are you with me?” the man asks, detaching himself from the wall with a light push and taking a few steps closer to me.

I watch him carefully as he holds out his hand.

Hesitant I straighten my back, carefully studying every nuance of his face but in the end I accept his hold.

His hand wraps around mine, squeezing it tightly.

“We're good, kid?”

That sly smile again.

I laugh heartily.

“Yeah.We’re good, asshole”

Shane laughs shaking his head without letting go of my hand.

“Do you know?” I murmur amused, taking my hand out of his grip and putting them in the pockets of my jeans, “I feel like I just made a deal with the devil”

Shane laughs again, triggering more laughter from me.

“Fuck you, kid”

This time his words aren't full of anger.

“I love you too, Shane” I giggle.

The door behind us opens again and this time Daryl appears in the doorway.

For a moment he seems dumbfounded.

Honestly, I would be too if I were him.

Finding me and Shane laughing together, the same people who until a few days ago were ready to kill each other, is not easy to understand.

After a moment of confusion, the man regains his composure by assuming that serious and inscrutable frown again.

Shane clears his throat, interrupting the exchange of glances between me and the archer.

“I'll leave you two alone.See you around, kid” he greets me as he walks towards his tent.

Daryl and I stare at each other intently for moments that seem endless.

In the twilight of this starless night silence envelops our tumultuous hearts.

As stiff and inexpressive as the man in front of me is, I am sure that there is chaos inside him, the same deafening chaos that overshadows my heart and my mind.

Cold words and sharp looks are the only things we exchanged and now I feel regret creeping down my stomach making me nauseous.

“Daryl, I…”

“Do ya wan’ to go fer a walk?”

I blink in disbelief, my heart beating deafeningly in an undefined point between my stomach and my throat.

I nod weakly, walking alongside him while a few drops of water fall from the sky, wetting the tip of my nose.

In the thick darkness of the night our steps resonate like the echo of my broken heart.

Pushing these people away, pushing Daryl away, was the stupidest thing I could have done.

I convinced myself that I didn't deserve their love, and maybe a small part of me still thinks so, but I...I need them.

I need him.

He is the only person who can heal my wounds.

The unspoken words weigh me down making me feel like I'm drowning in an ocean of regrets.

Perhaps the time has come to confess in one last hope of redemption.

Maybe my apologies will never be enough, maybe he won't accept them, but it will still be a new beginning.

A new beginning with or without him.

Because even if he rejects me I will continue to move forward for everyone else.

For Carol, for Rick, for Glenn.

For myself.

Our steps slowly make us find ourselves at the edge of the forest, the rain now slides through the leaves and the wind whispers through the branches.

I shudder, shrugging my shoulders.

I stop my steps and so does Daryl.

I stare at his immense shoulders as the man inhales deeply and then sags as if he's struggling with something in his head.

“Daryl…I'm sorry for how I acted.I…”

“Why do ya push me away?” the man interrupts me, continuing to turn his back on me.

With a little courage I approach him, with slow and measured steps I move until I find myself in front of him.

His sad eyes are focused on the ground.

With a pang in my heart I hesitantly bring a hand to his face, slowly stroking it until I wrap my hand around his cheek.

His stubble tickles my hand pleasantly.

God, how much I had missed touching him.

I bring my other hand in the same position on the other cheek forcing the man to look at me.

“I was scared”

“Scared?Of me?”

I shake my head.

“I was afraid of what you would see in me” I whisper in defeat.

Distant thunder shakes the sky.

Daryl directs his gaze, now confident, into mine.

His hands reach mine, intertwining our fingers.

I swallow the lump in my throat.

“I killed a man, Daryl.I felt like a monster...I had to do it, I had to.And now I- I- I...I no longer feel I deserve you... I rejected you because I feared your own rejection” I admit, lowering my gaze.

The archer lowers his face towards mine, seeking my gaze, aligning his face with mine.

His eyes, so young and yet full of a pain as old as the world, look straight into mine.

I shyly look up at his beautiful face, the light rain that slides through the leaves stops as if trapped between his eyelashes.

Small pearls of water that make his gaze even more intense.

Hypnotized by such wonder, I remain motionless, paralyzed waiting for his words.

The rain falls incessantly now, as if the sky itself wanted to wash away the guilt that surrounds me.

The leaves of the trees form an irregular roof over us, stopping the pouring rain and turning it into a graceful ticking over our heads.

The moon's dim light occasionally breaks through the clouds, illuminating just enough for us to see each other.

The more I observe him, the more I realize how this man is an enigma, one of those men who seem to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.

With a look that hides more than it reveals.

I can't understand what he thinks, what he feels...

But I know one thing.

I understood it perhaps the moment our eyes met for the first time.

I love him.

I love him with a passion that burns inside me.

I love him with a passion that keeps me up at night.

Yet, I'm scared.

I'm afraid to tell him.

Fear for a thousand different reasons but above all because I killed a human being.

A man who had to die.

I did what I had to do but I still feel like a monster.

And I don't want him to see that monster.

I don't want him to discover that perhaps that monster has always been inside me, dormant, waiting to resurface and claw at my heart.

“Ya not a monster, ma’ beautiful sunshine”

And suddenly it's as if I were able to breathe again after having remained underwater for an indefinite time.

My lungs expand again, welcoming once again his sweet musky scent made more intense by the rain.

“I'm sorry Daryl.I'm so sorry.Please, forgive me.Please.I was so scared” I burst into tears, burying my face in the crook of his neck, my hands clinging tightly to his broad and welcoming chest.

And so, under the steady rain, with the leaves as a carpet and the scent of wet earth, I hold myself close to my persona.

No words are needed because my breathing, the frenetic beating of my heart, my fingers forcefully squeezing his shirt speak for me.

His arms that slowly envelop me are absolution for all my sins.

Daryl is my refuge, my forgiveness.

His strong hands caress my back in an attempt to calm the sobs that tear through my chest like thunder rumbling in the sky above us.

His fingers gently wrap around my face, his thumbs dry the tears that run down it with a disarming sweetness.

“I got ya, sunshine.Ya remember?I have yer back.Always.Ya ain't a monster.Yer my light, yer my hope” whispers the archer, blowing the words on my parted lips.

He, with his eyes still marked by the storm of incomprehension, comes closer and closer, silently asking for my permission.

With trembling hands and my heart beating painfully against my rib cage I finally close the distance between our lips.

In the precise moment of contact with his warm and familiar lips the world stops, disappearing, leaving only the two of us at the exact center of the universe.

Now there is only our synchronized breathing, only the beating of two hearts that are reconciled.

His velvety tongue dances with mine, exploring every corner of my mouth.

A kiss that tastes of forgiveness, of desire, of love.

Words are useless.

My hands touch the back of his neck making him vibrate, clinging to his hair as if I wanted to hold on to this moment forever.

More tears now fall down my face, mixing with the cold rain, but this time they are tears of joy.

Daryl pulls away just enough to look me in the eyes.

“I missed ya” he whispers, kissing me again, this time just a gentle brush of lips.

There are no more words to say, only the warmth of our embrace and the silent promise to never leave each other again.

This kiss is our truce, our new beginning.

Squeezed in Daryl's arms I realize that together we can face any storm because our feeling is stronger than any misunderstanding.

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Love Persevering - Just Us Chapter 39

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Death/Murder, Over Thinking, Implications of Past Abuse

Word Count: 3100

Series List | Chapter 38 | Chapter 40

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(Natasha PoV)

Stark shoves me out of the door, leaving Wanda and Y/n by themselves. He tells Pepper something that I don't listen too, I am seething with anger. I'm angry. No, I am fucking livid. I am angry beyond comprehension. Stark is blocking my path to the door to his office but I half a mind to push him out of my way, go in there and drag Wanda out of there before I beat the living shit out of the other person in that room. But I can't because Stark is using his body as a shield, and he is currently holding his daughter. Well his younger daughter now that I know he has another one.

"Miss Romanoff, follow me please." My head turns on a swivel at the woman's voice, my eyebrows scrunching.

"Sorry?!"

"I said would you follow me down to your office." She presses the button for the elevator and I let out a hollow laugh.

"You really think I am going to leave my best friend up here alone with that cheating whore?!" Pepper winces at my words, her gaze dropping to the floor before back up to me with new found anger.

"I said follow me to your office. It is not a question but a demand. So Miss Romnaff get your ass in the elevator and follow me. And watch your language when around my daughter. Thank you very much." I feel like a scolded puppy as I kick my feet at the floor walking towards the elevator.

Me and Pepper wait outside the elevator doors, Tony disappears into the stairwell with Morgan probably telling her that 'everything will be okay'. Which is complete and utter bullshit. How is any of this okay? She cheated on her WIFE with WANDA, after Wanda had opened up about Vision. She even met the twins! I mean how screwed up and pure evil do you have to be to work your way into someone's life, get that person to fall in love with you only to find out that you were screwing them on the side. It's like some sort of conquest! 

The doors to the elevator open, Pepper places her hand on my back walking me in, knowing that if I get the chance I would turn around and give Y/n a piece of my mind. As the elevator door starts to shut I hear Wanda erupt with anger in the office, okay so she can handle herself for the moment. The doors close and the elevator starts to move, silence engulfing the two of us.

"You need to apologise to Y/n." My head whips around a look of utter shock on my face.

"You can't be serious right now Pepper. That girl in there cheated on your daughter with my best friend and you want me to apologise." Pepper holds her hand in front of my face to get me to stop talking.

"Nat, is it okay to call you Nat? You know what it's not important. What is important is that when you go back in there after you have calmed down you apologise for scarring my daughter, Morgan if you were wondering. You apologise to Y/n for raising a hand at her…"

"I didn't raise my hand at her, I pointed at her. I may be angry but I wouldn't have hit her, especially not in front of a child."

"It's all the same to Y/n. You may not have noticed it but Tony did, she flinched when you moved your hand. So I don't care how angry you are, you apologise for scarring her." My jaw drops to the floor. How am I the one in the wrong right now?

"Why are you protecting her? Whatever fucked up fantasy land dreams you're thinking up this isn't it. Your daughter-in-law cheated on your daughter and you are taking the whores side?! Explain it to me Pepper. Why are you and Tony so adamant that everything will work itself out? Because it doesn't, we don't find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. When you wish upon a star it doesn't come true. So when you cheat on your spouse you create a fucking tsunami of hurt and yet here you are defending her!" I slam my hand against the side of the elevator, getting my pent up anger out.

"All I am going to say is it's not what it looks like." I scoff and nod my head sarcastically.

"Right because what does it look like. Y/n who has been fucking my friend for just under a month, made her fall in love, met her children ends up being fucking married! Tell me how it is not what it looks like Pepper. Tell me how Wanda is going to explain to her boys that the Y/n that they spent all day watching movies together with yesterday, that they are never going to see again because Y/n is a dirty cheating whore. And if I had half the mind to do what I wanted to do then we wouldn't have to hear from that scum on earth ever….."

"SHE WAS MURDERED NATASHA!" I immediately shut up what I was about to say, Pepper's hand flies to her mouth realising what she has said she takes a breath before continuing. "My daughter. My beautiful baby girl and m-my grand...my grandchild were murdered "

I'm at a loss for words, I'm no longer angry. How can I be? I mean I'm still a little mad that Y/n didn't trust Wanda with this information and that it had to be found out this way. But then again I understand, because I've been where Y/n is I've been in that dark place. Where you wish yourself to tell them but every time you do it's like your subconscious takes over telling another lie, or at least not the truth, because it wants to protect that side of you. Oh god I called her a cheating whore in front of her sister and parents in-law. Fuck!

"Pepper, I am so fucking sorry." I turn to the woman to try and show her how sorry I am, but nothing I can do will fix what's been said...what's been done.

"About which part?" Her voice is cold, yet full of emotion.

"All of it."

"You were not the one who killed my daughter and grandchild, so please don't apologise to me about that." Pepper turns to look at me, I may be a scary Russian who drinks vodka for breakfast but right now I feel like I am being put in time out by my mother. That's scary. "It's also not me who you should be apologising to."

"Right. I will apologise to everyone. Now am I allowed to go back up to the office to make sure my best friend hasn't murdered my other friend?" I say as the doors to the elevator open on my floor. Pepper doesn't say anything, she just steps out, gives me a smile and presses the button to the top floor.

What the fuck am I going to say when I get up there?

(Y/n's PoV)

Wanda ended up pulling me into her lap, now I may be tall but it doesn't seem to bother her. My right side of my body is against her chest, my legs placed over hers with my knees bent up slightly towards my chest. Just so not all my weight is on Wanda's lap. My head is stuffed into the crook of her neck, and it's now my hands turn to fiddle with the rings on her right hand while her left scratches at my scalp gently. We have been sitting in silence since she told me we were going to be okay, I still have a lot of guilt towards the whole situation but just knowing that she isn't going anywhere helps a little at easing that.  Wanda seems to realise something as her movements in my hair stop and she moves her head to look down at me.

"Baby?" Her voice is gentle, her breath hot on my neck causing a small shiver down my spine.

"Princess." I kiss her neck so she knows I am listening.

"You know you can talk about her right?" I tilt my head back to look at her.

"We have talked about her."

"No, I mean the way you allow me to talk about Vision. I know it's not the same situation at all. But you can talk about her, what she was like, your memories together. It wouldn't upset me, in fact I would feel honoured to know about the person that made you so happy you married them." I almost feel like crying again, steph never let me talk about her...maybe that's why I didn't want to tell Wanda, oh I don't know.

"I'm happy with you." Wanda gives me a toothy smile at my words, her beautiful green orbs shine brightly in the harsh office light.

"Yeah? Well I'm happy with you too." She leans her head down, our lips join together in a slow and love driven kiss. Showing each other nothing but the love we have for each other.

"But you mean it. You want to hear about her?" I put my head back in the crook of Wanda's neck as her hands restarts its movements through my hair 

"I want to know anything and everything you are comfortable sharing with me." My face pales as a thought jumps to the front of my head.

"I hid a photo from you." Wanda's brows scrunch in confusion, but her movements in my hair don't stop.

"What are you talking about?"

"That first morning, after we met, I woke up before you. There was a picture on my bedside table of mine and Sarah's wedding day. I ended up putting it in the draw….the draw where I still have my ring….I didn't know what else to do. I didn't want you to freak out, but maybe if you had seen it we could have gotten past this part of my life so much quicker." I hear and feel her take a deep breath in before releasing, pulling my head closer to her neck with her hand.

"There is no getting past death Y/n. She will forever hold a place in your heart, she was your wife. You thought you were going to have forever with her, she was the one to you. But being truthful, if I had seen that picture I would have probably freaked out more and left, at that point we didn't have each other's numbers so we probably wouldn't have seen each other again."

"Huh, I guess not. I still hate that I hid this from you." 

"You didn't hide it from me Y/n, you didn't lie about it. This is a part of you that you have to take time coming to terms with, this is something that only you know when you are ready to tell the other person." 

"Why are you so good to me?" 

"Because Y/n you deserve all the happiness I can give you and more, you deserve to be treated the way you treat others. Full of respect, love, and kindness. You are humble, you are magnanimous, you are compassionate, you have a good disposition and you deserve all of that and more Y/n. I want to show you how it truly feels to be loved the way you love. If you let me." 

"You're going to make me cry again. Stop saying all the right things, you're meant to hate me, cuss me out for lying to you, tell me never to speak to you again or at least about her." I feel Wanda move beneath me, she shuffles her body so she is sitting facing me, her legs under my butt while mine are either side of hers. She is looking into my soul again. 

"I want to give you a piece of advice that Vision once told me. He may not have been the best husband, or good with emotions but he was a smart man. Can I tell you what he told me after my brother was shot?" 

"Of course Wanda." I look back in her eyes, I will never get bored of those eyes.

"He told me. What is grief if not love persevering?" I take it in, she is right, Vision is  a smart man. "I don't like the fact that he was the one to come up with it but here we are. I mean he is right, the only reason you feel the level of sadness that you do is because of how much love you had for Sarah." 

"I like that saying. Thank you Wanda. Would it be okay to put the photo of her back up, and in my wallet?" 

"Can I ask you something Y/n?"

"Anything." She smiles at me, remembering the first time I ever said that.

"How did Steph react when she found out?" I swallow harshly realising what she is getting at.

"I know you're not Steph, I'm sorry...I...it's just hard to get out of the mind set sometimes."

"It's not about you knowing I'm not Steph, it's about me knowing how I can help you when your mind goes back to the place it was in when you were with her."

"She didn't take it very well." 

"How bad is not very well?"

"She chucked the ring down the garbage disposal. Took me forever to get it out." 

"Well I promise you now I am not going to throw anything that belongs to you and her away. Have as many pictures out as you want. You are allowed to grieve for her when you are with me, please, please know that." I take in her words, I allow them to settle in the dark parts of my brain, soak them in. I feel her words speed up my heart, her eyes searching mine for any hesitation about what she has said but when she finds none she smiles and kisses me.

"I love you Wanda."

"I love you too Y/n."

We both jump apart slightly when the room to the office swings open and collides loudly with the wall behind it. I hide my face back into the crook of Wanda's neck but keep an eye on the person's shoes as they stand in the doorway. It's Natasha. Oh fucking hell!

She starts to make her way over to us, her movements from what I can see are calm and maybe calculated. She isn't stopping or rushing; she is taking her time, hardly making a sound. I don't like this. Her movements stop when she is standing in front of us, no one has said a thing but I can feel Wanda's jaws move slightly so I know she is trying to silently communicate with Natasha.

Natasha suddenly bends down and the movement is so quick it causes me to flinch and press myself against Wanda, like a toddler who is scared of the big bad monster and needs protection. Natasha freezes, not moving a muscle, Wanda's hand momentarily freezes in my hair but within a split second continues. Why did I flinch? Stupid, stupid subconscious. Natasha may be angry but she isn't going to hurt me...well at least not when Wanda is around.

"I'm sorry Y/n I didn't mean to scare you earlier, or just now." Natasha's voice is as calm as I have ever heard it, like she is trying to get a wounded animal to come out of hiding. 

"What do you mean earlier Natasha?" I can feel Wanda's head move as she looks between me and her best friend but I keep my head hidden in the crook of her neck. I want to look at them I really do, but some part of me deep down is stopping me.

"Can you look at me Y/n? I want to apologise and I want to give you a hug but I need to know that you're okay first." I close my eyes pressing my lips together at Natasha's words trying to get a control on my mind that is moving way too fast for my liking. 

"Baby?" 

"Look Wanda's here. You know nothing is going to happen with her in the room." Natasha slowly lowers herself more to the floor so she isn't crouched on her toes anymore. Once her butt is on the floor she slowly pulls her legs in sitting criss-cross applesauce, then puts her hands on her calves where I can see them. 

She doesn't want to hurt me. I know that. Her movements, her actions and her words show me that. But I've heard those words so many times and so many times it was a lie. Natasha slowly and ever so gently lifts her hand in the air, but it remains in my line of sight.

It's okay Y/n breath. She is not going to hurt you. She may be a very angry Russian but she isn't going to hurt you.

Natasha holds her arm out straight, about an arms length away from me, and turns her hand up so her palm is facing the ceiling. She doesn't say anything, she doesn't need to. I know what she is asking for, and know what she is doing and it brings me so much relief that she is letting me do this on my terms. I finally and slowly move one of my hands out, raising it in the air and moving it towards Natasha's. I hover my hand over hers, only a few inches between them. She doesn't move her hand, she is waiting on me. I place my hand in her hers, wrapping my fingers around her hand and drag her towards me. Her body comes into contact with mine, her arms instantaneously wrapping around my body as Wanda does the same. I finally feel my mind stop racing and my body relaxes into the touch.

"I am so sorry Y/n." Natasha is the first to break the silence.

"I guess Tony or Pepper told you?"

"Pepper kind of shouted it at me when I wouldn't shut up."

"That sounds like Pepper." 

"Why didn't you tell us they were murdered?" Natasha asks and my mind freezes over and I feel Wanda tense against me.

"Murdered?"

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"Hey, can you pass me the wrench?" "Uhhh...which one is that again?" "It kinda looks like a Lego hand." "A Lego hand?" "Yea. Like a C--" Sunghoon was cut off mid-sentence by the car hood falling on his head. "Fuck." "Sorry." "Don't worry about it." "Here's the wrench thingy." "Thanks."

"You're welcome. So, what are you working on anyway?" "I'm installing a new engine in my car." "Why?" "So it can go faster. I'm also gonna tweak the brakes a bit." "Don't tell me you're racing again." "Sorry, but you know I need the money." "What the hell Sunghoon! You promised me that you were done with that. Don't forget what happened last time." "I know. I know. But I'll be more careful this time okay. I promise." "Right, because you're so good at keeping promises huh?"

The last race Sunghoon participated in was about 4 months ago, with a bet set at $8,000. That was enough money to let him take a short break, but he ended up getting in an accident that totaled his car. On top of that, he was arrested that same night. The cops booked him for 180 days and a suspension of his license. Fortunately, you had enough saved up to get him out on bail, which was $2,000. He was a little banged up, with a few cuts on his face from the windshield breaking, and a bruised rib from the steering wheel. You were just glad that he made it out alive, but he promised to never race again. You never really approved of him racing, but you knew how hardheaded and stubborn Sunghoon could be.

"Look, I'm gonna be fine okay. You can trust me. And hey, if anything does happen--" "No, Sunghoon. I don't want to hear another word about this. I'm not letting you race." "Y/N, can you just relax?" "Relax? Relax! How the hell can I relax when you nearly lost your life 4 months ago?!" "Do you think I forgot? Huh? Do you seriously think I forgot that my best friend had to bail me out and drive me home because I fucked up on a turn?" "If you remember it so well then why the fuck are you gonna send me through that shit again?!" "I need the money goddammit! What don't you understand?! Not everyone has a dad who's a fucking walking piggy bank! Some of us can't keep a job for shit! And I can't keep living paycheck to paycheck! So unless you're gonna move in and start helping out, you just need to shut the fuck up!" "You know what, Sunghoon? I don't care what you fucking do. Just don't expect me to catch you when you fall on your ass," you spat before walking back into his house.

"FUCK!" you heard Sunghoon shout from the garage.

You understood that Sunghoon needed money, you weren't blind to his living situation, but you just wish he could make money another way. Currently, Sunghoon was working a job at a nearby gas station. They were paying him $12 an hour, this money was enough to pay for his rent and food, but barely enough to save. He lived in a rental home with intentions to eventually move out into a house he could own. He hated living in a state where he wasn't sure where he would sleep the next day. He's been put out of rentals before, without warning or reason and he didn't want that to happen again.

"I'm sorry," you heard Sunghoon say as he walked through the garage door. "I didn't mean to go off on you. I'm just stressed out right now." "It's okay Hoon. I know how you feel." "Yea, but you didn't deserve that." Sunghoon walked to the fridge and grabbed two cokes. "I really need this race. It's gonna help me a lot. I promise that when I win I'm done racing." "For good?" "Yes," he said handing you a glass coke bottle.

"So what're the stakes this time?" "Well, if I win, I get $10,000." "And if you lose?" "I have to pay $5,000, but I'm not losing so it doesn't matter." "Okay. When is the race?" "This weekend..." "This weekend?! Sunghoon, you haven't raced in months. How the hell do you expect to be ready by this weekend?" "Don't worry, okay. I got this." “You only have 3 days and you just started working on your car.” Sunghoon went completely silent. “What?” “Well, I’ve actually been working on my car for 2 months.” “Are you kidding me?” “I wanted to be ready in case I ever had to start racing again.” “Dammit, Sunghoon.” “Sorry…” “We can’t worry about that right now. We need to focus on getting you ready.” “I told you I got it.” “No, I’m gonna help you this time. And I swear to god Sunghoon if I EVER hear anything about racing come out of your mouth again I’m gonna cut your dick off with a spoon. Understand?” “Jeez. Okay, yea I understand.”

Thursday...

You and Sunghoon went to an abandoned parking lot to practice his turns. Even though you were scared, you sat in the passenger seat next to Sunghoon. "Shit!" He spat as he spun out for the third time. "It's okay, Sunghoon. Just slow down a bit." He took a deep breath before attempting the turn again. He drove straight ahead hitting a speed of 80 before making a sharp turn that would've jerked you out of the car if the door was off. "Great job, Sunghoon!" you smiled. "Thanks," he smiled back. "Tomorrow I'll drive us around that back road." "Which one?" "It's one that's almost always clear. I usually drive it alone, but you'll be joining me tomorrow," he smiled.

Sunghoon dropped you off at your house. "Hey I'll be back in the morning to come pick you up okay," he said as you unbuckled your seatbelt. "Okay," you smiled. "Wait." "What?" "Thanks for helping me. I really appreciate it." "No problem, Sunghoon. It's not like I can stop you. So why not help you?" Hearing this made Sunghoon smile. "Good night, Y/N. See ya in the morning." "Hehe good night dummy," you said before going inside.

Friday...

Yesterday went better than you expected. Maybe it was possible for him to be ready for the race on Saturday. Just a little more practice.

*HONK HONK*

You heard Sunghoon honking his horn from your bedroom.

Immediately you called him, “Stop it Jackass. My parents are still sleeping.”

“Where?”

“In their room duh.”

“Well they must be in their room somewhere else bc I don’t see a car in your driveway.”

“Dammit,” you swore to yourself.

“Cat got your tongue?”

You scoffed before abruptly ending the call and storming outside.

“Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” Sunghoon chuckled as you climbed into the passenger seat. “I have neighbors ya’know.” “Okay and?” “And I don’t think they wanna hear someone honking their horn early in the morning.” “It’s literally 10 o’clock. Who the fuck is still sleeping at 10 on a Friday?” “A baby…maybe.” “A baby? Everyone who lives on your street either has no kids and pets or their kids are grown already.” “Well maybe dogs are sleeping.” “Dogs?! Okay, you’re not making any sense right now.”

You didn’t want to tell your best friend that his rival has been texting you all morning about how he can’t wait to rail you all night long after he wins the race.

When Sunghoon used to race, he had two dangerously competitive rivals, Heeseung and Niki. Niki was younger than both of them, but he was reckless and would do anything to secure a win. The biggest mistake you ever made was undermining him. Niki had a way of giving you a hug only to stab you in the back. You had a personal vendetta against him, but it was nothing compared to Heeseung.

You and Heeseung dated before you found out that he cheated on you with your now ex best friend, Yujin. To this day, she’s still asking for your forgiveness. How dare she come around you, smiling in your face, when she knew what she did?

She was always secretly jealous of your relationship with him. She envied your happiness and plotted to have sex with your boyfriend on your birthday. She pretended to be sick and you didn’t see anything wrong with your boyfriend taking care of your best friend. However, while you were preoccupied with opening gifts and playing games, they were busy fucking each other in your bedroom.

The way you found out is even worse. You were scrolling through Heeseung’s photo gallery looking for a cute pic to use for your lock screen when you found a video of them having sex. According to him, she recorded and sent the video to him as blackmail. She said that if he ever stopped fucking her while you two were together that she’d send you the video and lie about him raping her. It all sounded like bullshit to you. So you cut them both off.

You and Sunghoon had a much different story. The two of you met a little bit before you started dating Heeseung. The friendship you had was nothing more than what it was…friends. That was until your relationship with Heeseung ended.

As the friendship between you and Sunghoon grew stronger, you learned that he was into street racing. The first day he ever took you to watch him race was when you reunited with Heeseung. Obviously you still had some feelings for him, so it wasn’t a surprise when you ended up in a steamy make out session with him.

You would describe your current relationship with Heeseung as...interesting. The two of you only had sex twice after your breakup, but he hasn’t stopped trying to win your heart back.

You and Sunghoon finally made it to the country road that he told you about yesterday. It was literally a twisty, scenic, mountain route, and it was completely clear. He sped around the curves like a race track before eventually slowing down. "What happened? Why'd you slow down?" "I need to tell you something...it's about the race." "What about it?" "You remember Niki and Heeseung right?" "Yes, I do. Unfortunately." "Yea, well I owe them something." "What's this something? It can't be that bad, right?" "Uhh...actually it is. Remember that last race when I crashed." "Yea..." "Well, I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to get involved, but I owe them $27,000." "Twenty-seven THOUSAND dollars? Sunghoon, why are you just now telling me this?" "Because I didn't want you to try and bail me out." "Sunghoon, you know I'm here for you and I'll help you with whatever you need. How much do you owe them now? I'll send it t--" "No!" Sunghoon shouted cutting you off. "I can take care of it myself and winning this race is gonna help me a lot." "But, Hoon. This is $27,000. The prize is only $10,000." "Yea, I know that, but I've also been pushing drugs and using a portion of my check to knock it down." "DRUGS! Are you fucking kidding me?" "Can you please calm down? I'm only doing it until I pay them off. After that, I'm done." "Sunghoon, this is really stupid. You're lucky that you haven't been caught. How much do you owe them now anyways?" "Only $7,000 now. So I'll have about $3,000 left over, which isn't too bad." You took a deep breath before replying. "Okay, well you better win this fucking race." "Yea...I know..."

The sun was setting as Sunghoon finally finished practicing. "Can you stay the night at my house?" he asked. "Why?" "I just...I just don't want to be alone tonight. That's all." This was very strange coming from him. Out of the entire time you've known each other, Sunghoon has never asked you to sleep over. He seemed a little off and you were worried about him even more now after hearing that he was a drug dealer on the side. So you accepted his request. "Sure," you smiled.

Normally, you would sleep on the couch, but Sunghoon insisted on you sleeping with him. "Sunghoon," you asked as the two of you lay in his bed. "What?" "Are you okay?" "What do you mean?" "Like, are you really okay about racing again?" "Yea, why wouldn't I be?" "What if you get in another accident and this time you don't come out alive? Then what?"

Sunghoon went silent for a moment before exhaling deeply. "That's actually why I wanted you to stay with me. I don't know what'll happen tomorrow night. All I can do is hope for the best." He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. "There are two things I'm afraid of right now." "And what's that?" "Losing the race...and losing you." "Losing me? What's that supposed to mean?" "Well...if I die...then I'll never be able to see you again. Heh, honestly that scares me more than losing the race. Sure, I'll end up even deeper in debt, but I'll still have you." "But you're not gonna lose remember? You got this. I believe in you." "I love you." "What?" "I said I love you. I always have. Why else do you think I've been so attached to you? I always call you over to help me with shit I don't even need help with. When I can't sleep, you're the first person I call. Even when my parents died, I knew I could count on you. You're there for me and I'm there for you and I love you for that." "Sunghoon...I...how come you never told me?" "I wanted to wait until I was sure you liked me back. I like the friendship we have, but I've always wanted more." "But why tell me now?" "Because I don't want to die tomorrow without telling you how I feel."

You both rolled over to face each other. "I love you too," you said, looking him in the eyes. You honestly did have a crush on Sunghoon, that's why you hadn't pursued things with Heeseung. But you also felt strange about dating your best friend.

❤️‍🔥: One kiss became two, as Sunghoon climbed on top of you. The kiss deepened as the two of you intertwined your tongues, your kiss being held together by a stream of saliva. You reached your hands under his white tee, gripping his waist as he moved down to your neck. While he was kissing your neck, he bit you, hard enough to get your attention, but not enough to leave a mark. You dug your nails into his skin in response to the sudden sting of pain, causing him to let out a soft moan before sucking on the spot he had just bitten.

He continued this way, biting, sucking, and kissing your lips and neck while massaging your tits before sitting back to remove his shirt, giving you a clear view of his abs and the boner that was flexing in his shorts. You also started to take your shirt off, but what you didn't expect was for Sunghoon to hook his arms around you, unhooking your bra.

Still sitting up, he pulled your tits to his mouth and treated them the same way he did your neck. You clawed your nails into his back at every sharp sting of pain. He grabbed a handful of your hair and kissed your neck and shoulders as he reached into your panties to stimulate your clit. Your wetness coated his fingers as he began to insert them into your throbbing wet hole. He pulled them out and stuck them in your mouth. As you sucked his fingers he pulled out his dick and pushed you back down onto the bed.

He glided his dick between the wet lips of your pussy before pushing straight in. You yelped out at the feeling of his dick stretching you open. He started to pound your pussy, while keeping his hands wrapped around your throat. Your legs were shaking from the constant stimulation as he released your throat and reached his hand down between your legs. He kept rubbing your clit as he fucked you senseless. You came twice before you felt him getting close. Your walls clenched around him as he continued to pump harder and faster before filling you with his cum. :❤️‍🔥

He breathlessly panted over your sweaty body before the two of you fell asleep.

Saturday...

The next morning, you woke up next to Sunghoon, he was still shirtless but he definitely looked hotter than ever as he opened his sleepy eyes. "Good morning," he groaned before kissing your hand. "Morning, Hoon," you smiled. "Are you ready for the race tonight?" "As ready as I'll ever be," he said as he held your hand. "If I win this race, I want you to be my girlfriend." "What? Are you serious?" "Of course I am. I want to wake up next to you like this every day. I want to be able to see that smile and know that you're mine and only mine. I told you that I loved you and I meant that." "I love you too, Sunghoon." "Well then let's start getting ready for that race...after a few more minutes," Sunghoon giggled before climbing back on top of you to give you a kiss.

It was finally the night of the race. You and Sunghoon drove to a large parking lot that was decorated with a crowd of people. After parking, you looked around to see the rest of the racers participating. It wasn't long before you spotted Heeseung and Niki chatting.

"Hey, Babe. Did you get my message?" Heeseung said as you walked up to them. "Yea," you scoffed, rolling your eyes. "Wait. What message?" "The message telling her that if I win, she has to be my girlfriend again." "Why didn't you tell me you were still talking to him?" "Sunghoon, I-" "She didn't tell you because didn't want to hurt your sorry-ass feelings. Trust me, I have proof of her telling me how badly she misses riding my dick," Heeseung laughed. "Fuck you! She told me that she loved me and I believe her. I don't give a shit about whatever the hell your saying," Sunghoon spat. "Jesus, can you cut that lame-ass-middle-school-she-loves-me-so-much bullshit. You know it yourself that she'd much rather be choking on my dick than wasting her breath with a loser like you."

Sunghoon pushed Heeseung’s shoulders. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Park,” Heeseung spat back. “God, could you guys just knock it off already,” Niki interrupted. “He still owes us money anyway. If you really wanna kick his ass, at least do it over something serious. Fighting over some dumb ass bitch like her is retarded.” “Watch your fucking mouth, Nishimura.” “Calm the fuck down, Sunghoon. I swear to God if you come any closer to me I’ll lay you the fuck out.” “Yea, Park. It’s two against one. Don’t be stupid.”

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" A voice cut through the tension.

A tall, slender man approached you. He had eyes like a dragon, that cut right through you. “Mr. Hwang,” they bowed in unison. “Hello, boys. Hmm, I see you’ve brought a girl along. I like her,” he said as he scanned your body. “I’ve come here to let you know there’s been a change to the plans. I have some tough competition here for you. I’ve raised the stakes to $25,000 for the winner. But now I think I’ll add her to the prize.” “Who the fuck do you think you are? Huh? I’m not some object you can just toss around.” The man walked up to you and slapped you hard across the face. “Maybe you don’t know who I am. So let me provide you with a little summary of my character,” the man said as he firmly grabbed your chin. “My name is Hwang Hyunjin, and I don’t take shit from anyone. Especially not mouthy little bitches like you.” You spat in his face, to which he responded by wrapping his hands around your throat and lifting you on your toes. “I wouldn’t advise trying that shit again,” he said as you vainly fought for air. “You’re my object now,” he grinned maliciously. “Unless, of course, someone rejects this decision.” The boys stood silent. “Great! Me and my friends will be enjoying her while you boys race around. Remember, winner takes all,” he said before walking off with you.

“I’m definitely winning that race now,” Heeseung cheered. “There’s not a chance in hell that I’m letting you beat me.” “Look, pal. There's more to win now. I don’t care what I have to do, I'm gonna get that money.”

Sunghoon forgot to tell you one more very important thing. He was pushing drugs for the son of a gang leader. Hyunjin's beauty is only skin deep because on the inside he's a heartless monster who'll kill someone if he even suspects they're conspiring against him. It hurt Sunghoon to watch him treat you like that, but he knew that getting involved would've only made things worse.

The boys lined up in their vehicles. "Are you boys ready," a girl shouted. "3-2-1...GO!" she cheered as she bounced around waving a checkered flag.

Sunghoon sped off, taking the lead. Even though Niki and Heeseung were racing separately, they had one goal in mind, winning. Before the race, they agreed that if either one of them won the money would be split 40/60 and Heeseung would get the girl.

Back at the starting point, you sat in a booth accompanied by two other men. Felix or "Lix" as Hyunjin called him and Minho. "Oh, where'd ya find this pretty little thing," Minho said with eyes full of lust. "I saw her hanging around the boys on the track." "Hmm. And what was she doing there?" "Dunno. But she's been added to the prize." "Hehe, maybe I should go out there and race." "Isn't she gonna say something?" "Probably not." "Why? Wait don't tell me. You gave her the shake down of your character. You've really got to stop doing that. I'm telling you, you'll never get a girl that way." "Ehh whatever. I don't want a girl right now anyways." "Sure ya don't."

Felix walked over to grab your hand, "I'm Felix, but you can call me Lix. Sorry for my friend. Sometimes he can get a little carried away with the big tough guy attitude." "I'm...Y/N." "Hello, Y/N. How about you tell me a little bit about yourself. I'm sure there's more to you than just a pretty face," he smiled.

The competition was tough, just like Hyunjin said it would be, but Niki raced dirty so he already had a few tricks up his sleeve. Niki was trailing behind in 6th place after dropping a few spikes on the ground to stop the others. He maneuvered through the other racers, struggling to hold on to 4th. "Ugh fuck!" he shouted as one of the racers cut in front of him, slowing him down.

Apparently, Heeseung and Niki weren't the only ones teaming up. Two other high-profile street racers, Yeonjun and Soobin, were ganging up on Niki. The funny thing is, is that they were only fighting for the girl. Niki heard the two of them talking about what they wanted to do to you before the race. Yeonjun kept bumping into Niki's car, rocking him back and forth. Niki started to lose control of the car, which Yeonjun noticed and took this as an opportunity to knock Niki completely out.

As he swerved over to crash into Niki, Niki pulled on brakes, causing Yeonjun to drive into a ditch. "DAMMIT!" Yeonjun shouted, slamming his fists into the steering wheel. Niki couldn't help but laugh as he picked up speed to catch up with Soobin.

Heeseung was much closer to Sunghoon, who had now fallen in 2nd place. Heeseung was in 3rd place and knew the perfect shortcut to pass him up. Sunghoon watched from his rearview mirror as Heeseung tailed him before seemingly driving off course. He drove off-road to cut through the turn, earning him a spot in first place.

Sunghoon was caught off guard by Heeseung's shortcut, but he knew how to close the space between them. Jay, another racer, held second place. Sunghoon knew how to get around him, but this would be a risky move. The same move that put his car in the junkyard.

Sunghoon increased his speed as he approached a turn. Jay drove in the middle of the lane as they were now speeding near a cliff. As Sunghoon came closer to the turn he attempted a drift. He successfully passed Jay by turning on the inside but he struggled to regain control as he grazed the railing, scuffing the side of his car.

Somehow, Niki managed to take 3rd place, passing up Jay and Soobin. The three boys continued down the rigorous path as they whipped around the final turn bringing them back to the parking lot. They were neck and neck as they drew closer to the finish line.

*BANG*

A loud noise filled Sunghoon's ears. He watched as Niki spun out of control beside him, crashing into a light post. His tires popped, likely due to the amount of stress on them.

It was just Heeseung and Sunghoon now.

*BANG*

The gunshot went off declaring the end of the race.

"Who won?" Sunghoon asked as he pressed on the breaks before climbing out of the vehicle.

The two boys looked around confused as the both seemingly finished at the same time.

Hyunjin walked out holding your hand. "Congratulations, Heeseung!" he announced. "No way! See Babe. I told you we were destined to be together. Now you can finally stop hanging out with that bum and get back with me." Sunghoon stood there in pure shock which enabled him to speak. He listened as Heeseung taunted him and ran over to scoop you up into a big hug.

"Wait. You didn't let me finish." "Huh? What do you mean?" "I mean congratulations on coming in second." "What?" Heeseung couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Yea, you lost, but don't worry. You're still $7,000 richer." "Huh? How?" "Well, I'm paying out Sunghoon's debt. So now you're $7,000 richer. That is until you pay me the fee for losing," he chuckled. "No...there must be a mistake."

You ran over to Sunghoon, leaping into his arms. "How did this happen?" "Well, while I was hanging out with Mr. Hwang and his friends, I told him how badly you needed this win. That's when he told me that you had been working for him all this time and that he wanted to help you." "Oh my gosh. I-I don't know how to thank you for this." "Well, you did promise me one thing," you said batting your eyes at him. "Oh right. Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?" "That was so corny," you laughed. "But yes, Sunghoon. I'll happily be your girlfriend."

3 months later...

Sunghoon used the money to open up a car shop and Mr. Hwang made sure he always had customers. With the money he was making from his new business, Sunghoon was able to finally move out of that crumby rental and get his own house.

"You're the best girlfriend ever. You know that?" "Yea whatever," you scoffed. "I wouldn't be where I am right now without your help," he said before gently kissing your lips.

❀𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝:

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[legendofmorons]

Hiii! I was just wondering if you write for Ravio..? If you do, can I request a Ravio x reader..? And if not, maybe something w four x reader? I have brainrot for the both of them currently lol

I'm sorry this took so long, but I am excited to do it!

Parkside picnics (Ravio)

Pairing: Ravio x reader

Rating: G

Summary: After you arrive in your hyrule, you go to reunit with your beloved boyfriend, Ravio.

Warnings: None

Other: If I missed anything, please let me know

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You've been traveling the hyrules for a while, and while you're glad you're with your friend Legend, you miss Ravio.

Legend is probably the only person who knows that you have a boyfriend. And mostly because you've been close with Legend for years.

But thanks to the grace of whatever deity takes care of you, you're home. You have arrived in your hyrule.

"I'm heading out, I'll be back after dinner." You say as you drop most of your things by Legend's pack.

Legend gives you a knowing look, confident in his knowledge that you're off to go see Ravio.

"Don't get lost." Twilight calls.

"I won't!" You call happily.

It's easy, walking through the familiar woods and into the tow you live in.

Your house is only across the path from Legend's.

You go inside, hoping to see your boyfriend.

To your delight, Ravio is on the couch scribbling about something or other. You don't know, you can't see that far.

You shut the door behind you.

"I'm back!" You call out.

"Hey, sweetie." You smile softly.

Ravio looks up and gasps, "(Y/n)!"

He's pushing to his feet before you can respond, letting his paper and writing utensil clatter to the floor.

"I didn't know you were back! Is Mr. Hero back, too?"

"Yeah, he's with the others."

"Aw, thanks Ravio." You smile as you cross the room to hug him.

"I'm glad he's okay. I'm... you know, more glad you're back though." Ravio is shifting, trying to work up the nerve to hug you.

He isn't scared of you. He's more scared this is a dream he'll wake up from.

Ravio is often hesitant with things - but not when it comes to responding to your affection.

He wraps his ars around you happily, smiling sweetly at you.

"I missed you, treasure."

"I missed you too. I was actually wondering if you'd like to have a picnic today?"

"Really?! I'd love to!"

"Does the park sound okay?"

"Yeah! I'll pack you go bathe. I'll make your favorites!"

"Thank you." You say as you press a kiss to his cheek.

"Yeah, of course." Ravio smiles.

You head towards the bathroom to take a shower or bath. It depends on how you feel.

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After walking to the park, you and Ravio settle onto a blanket with the picnic basket between the two of you.

Inside the basket is your favorite food, water, and some fried apples.

The meal passes with pleasant conversations. The laughter is warm and the breeze is just right.

The best part of this outing, though, is after you've eaten.

You pack away the dishes before you and Ravio both lay down.

You cloud gaze as the afternoon creeps closer to evening. Hand in hand as you point out different clouds.

Side by side, you smile as Ravio points out a cloud that looks like a rabbit.

And one that looks like a heart.

You find one that looks like a shield.

There's a cloud that you say is a cat, but Ravio is pretty sure it's a dog.

You should have known you'd fall asleep though, the safe atmosphere and relaxed activity lending itself to a nap.

Ravio smiles softly when he realizes. Though he thinks you have the right idea.

He follows you into a nap of his own, thankful for the peaceful time you've both been given.

You wake up probably an hour later as Ravio stretching his arms outward.

"Sorry I fell asleep. You could have woken me up." You manage before you yawn.

"You looked so peaceful. Besides, I napped too."

"Okay, if you're sure. Thank you."

"Of course. It's good to have you around again."

"I'm glad to be home. I know I'll have to leave again soon... but I'm more than happy to enjoy my time here."

"I should be able to. Legend will get me if something happens."

"Me too. Hey, uh- no problem if the answer is no.... but can you stay the night?" Ravio asks, looking at you through his lashes.

"I'm glad. I was worried you'd have to leave quickly."

"I don't think I will. I'm hoping we can cuddle tonight."

Ravio gives you a soft and delighted smile. "Me too... Maybe we can have hot chocolate?"

"I'd like that."

He turns, so he's on his side. He reaches over and gives you a hug, setting his chin on your shoulder.

You slip your arm under him, and you can feel it. You can feel what it is to be home again.

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

can u please do 2bdamned x reader but they have the same music taste? sorry for bad english!! :3

Your English is fine :]

Doc x Reader - tunes n chillin (in other words, yall gonna like MY MUSIC TASTE lol)

Hello there, the angel from my nightmare, the shadow in the background of the morgue.

The base was relatively empty, everyone else off doing who knows what, killing who knows who, leaving you plenty of space to zone out into your own world, music on in the living room while you doodled away in an old sketchbook. A ballpoint pen was the only tool you had on hand now, but the deep black strokes added weight and character to your art.

The unsuspecting victim, of darkness in the valley. We can live like Jack and Sally if we want, where you can always find me.

Scrawling what came to mind, the song inspired you to roughly doodle the main Nightmare Before Christmas characters, the gaunt and oddly handsome Jack Skellington, and his sweet patchwork lover Sally. Oh to have a romance like theirs would be a dream.

And we'll have Halloween on Christmas, and in the night we'll wish this never ends -

"We'll wish this never ends." You looked up from your art, seeing Doc nodding his head along to the music. "Hey, it's a good song." He shrugs when he notices you watching him.

Some weeks later you were in your room, exhausted from dragging around some guy whom Sanford was currently torturing information out of. To drown out the noise, you'd placed a CD into the player and flicked through an old manga, something about a cosmic horror planet coming to devour the earth.

I'm just a normal boy who sank when I fell overboard. My ship would leave the country, but I'd rather swim ashore. Without a life vest, I'd be stuck again. Wish I was much more masculine, maybe then I could learn to swim like fourteen miles away.

Your door was currently non-existent, Hank had ripped out part of the hydraulic seal during a half-MAG rage, so currently only a curtain served as your privacy. Privacy which was often ignored by the lads.

The curtain swayed as Doc stormed in, he wasn't wearing his mask and his displeasure was evident. "Trying to break passed some firewalls is incredibly difficult with all that fucking noise Sanford is making. I'm used to some level but his current toy hasn't stopped screaming his lungs out for two hours straight. I can't even think right now!"

You looked up from your lounging position. "Yeah, that's why I put music on. It's not like I can shut the door." Doc sat on your bed, going back to debugging and unencrypting.

"I'll get it sorted when I have the parts, I promise." You knew why he'd come to your room, it was the furthest from Sanford's makeshift torture chamber in the storage room. Well, that was half of why he'd come. In truth, the old dog had grown rather fond of your company.

You two had a few bits in common, music taste for one, and the differences were good talking points, clashing viewpoints being a discussion rather than an argument. It was nice, yes, he enjoyed being around you.

Now floating up and down, I spin, colliding into sound, like whales beneath me, diving down. I'm sinking to the bottom of my- Everything that freaks me out, the lighthouse beam has just gone out. I'm cold as cold as cold can be... Be...

As you flipped through the gruesome pages of your manga, you paid little attention to your surroundings, the music and all else just melting into background noise.

I wanna swim away but don't know how-

"Sometimes it just feels just like I'm fallin in the ocean." And there it was again, just barely above a whisper, Doc's voice mixing with the vocals.

You couldn't help but smile, his rugged voice was rather lovely when singing, Deimos was right. Dei secretly admitted to you that Doc used to sing him to sleep when he was young, it was nice to finally get to hear it.

"You sing pretty well Doc."

"Hm? Ah." You could see his cheeks turn red, his gaze averting from you. "Thanks. You wanna know something funny? Your playlist seems to have a lot in common with mine. Rather a lot in common."

"Really?" You smiled at him, he seemed to shift uncomfortably under your watchful eyes, his cold exterior slowly giving way to a hidden sweetness. "You'll have to share it with me sometime, we can just listen together for a while."

"Hm," Doc rubbed the back of his neck, giving you a shy smile. "I think I'd like that."

[luvleeknowie]

Seungmin: Long distance

𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀: 𝗱𝗼𝗺!𝗦𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝘅 𝗦𝘂𝗯!𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹(𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴), 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽, 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴

S: "Let me show you how much I've missed you!"

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I'm finally meeting my long-distance boyfriend after 3 whole years! I've missed him so much, emotionally and physically. So, currently I'm waiting at the airport for him, It's 8:00 pm and it's freezing.. To be honest being an idol isn't easy, Seungmin has been on a U.S tour for the past 3 years but Seungmin wanted to see his old house and his friends from when he lived in the US for a bit, the members also wanted to see what it's like to live in America so they all decided to extend their visiting time.

I just scroll on my phone, leaning on a nearby pole when all of a sudden I'm lifted off the floor, I look up to see Seungmin. He spins me around and embraces me to the point where I can't breathe. "MINNIE!" I shout, hugging him back, earning a few judgemental looks, but I'm with the love of my life so honestly, I don't care..

Seungmin shines his amazing smile before finally placing me down. "Minnie, I missed you so much!" I say hugging him harder.

"Baby, I can't breathe. Loosen up your grip." Seungmin says, laughing.

"Oh, sorry.. " I say letting go of him.

"Let's go home, I'll drive!" He says, holding my hand and entwining his fingers in mine.

We walk halfway towards the car when I abruptly stop.

"Seungmin."

"Hm?" He says, stopping as well.

"Your luggage..."I say, face palming. His eyes widens and he runs back.

Once we put Min's suitcase in the cars boot. Seungmin sits in the drivers seat, and I sit on the passenger seat. He starts the car, and before we know it, we are on the road.

"So, did you bring any souvenirs?" I ask, choosing a song.

"Yeah! I got you so many things and I can't wait to show you it!" Seungmin says.

"How was it there? I told you to face time me at least once every three days, but you'd only face time me about 5 times a month.." I say pouting.

"I know. I know. I am sorry, but I've been really busy." He says, placing his hands on my thigh and smirking.

"Uhu, doing what?" I say, crossing my arms,

"Well...I found a bunch of toys we can try out when we get home." He says, moving his hands north.

"Yah! Kim Seungmin! You make even the most innocent questions dirty!" I say, moving his hands off, to which he chuckles.

Once we get home, it's 10:00 pm. I shuffle with the keys and finally open the door.

"Home sweet home!" Seungmin says from behind me.

"Go take a shower, I'll make breakfast." I tell him, pushing him towards the bathroom.

He holds the door frame and pulls me by the waist. "Do you wanna join me?" He asks me,smirking.

"No, I gotta make food for you so we can sleep straight after." I tell him.

"Boringggg," He sighs, shutting the door. I walk over to the kitchen counter.

After about a good 25 minutes, I felt someone grab my ass while I was cutting vegetables at the counter. It wasn't just a butt slap. It was a butt grab. (Seungmin spends too much time with Leeknow) I look back, and obviously, there's seungmin. His hair is all wet, and the water from his face is dripping down. As a natural instinct I look down, his abs were chiselled and defined. He was wearing just joggers, so that's all I could see. I look back up at him and make eye contact.

"Go get changed, and I'll be done cooking the food by then." I tell him, turning my attention back to the food.

"Haven't you already eaten yet? Why are you making food now?" He asks me.

"Well, the food isn't for me. It's for you! Are you not hungry?" I ask, turning back to face him.

"I am, but I'd much rather eat..." He says, pulling me closer by the waist, then he bends down so that he was at my height.

"You." He says, grinning, making a blush rise up my cheek.

"Well, what are you making?" He asks me, using my shoulders as a head rest as I finish chopping the vegetables and place it into a pan. Halfway through making the meal, we are still in the same position as earlier, with him resting his chin on my shoulder, but this time, he presses his whole body onto me, additionally his boner pressed against my ass. He knows exactly what he's doing.

"Y/N..."He whispers in my ear. He's barely done anything, and I am already aroused.

He turns off the stove before saying:

"Let me show you how much I've missed you." He looks me in the eyes for consent, and the second after I nod, I am lifted off the floor.

He practically runs up the stairs and drops me on the bed. He hovers over me and connects our lips while unbuttoning my shirt, I let him do so while I cup his face. He then removes my shorts and slips off my panties. The cold air hits my sensitive area, making me gasp. Seungmin starts nibbling on my neck, leaving red marks all over my neck. He then makes his way to my cleavage and chest, marking, nibbling, sucking and kissing those too before leaving a trail of wet kisses down to my pussy. He purposefully breathes and whispers near my core, which sends shivers down my whole body.

"S-Seugmin...no teasing." I whine.

But he doesn't listen. At one point I got so impatient that I grabbed his hair and pushed his face into my pussy. (CHILLLLL Y/N) .His mouth is magic. His tounge swirled around my clit before he started sucking on it.

"S-seungmin..." I moan out.

His tounge thrusted inside me. I am really sensitive down there so it didn't take long till I had to cum.

"Min- I'm gonna cum." I said breathlessly.

"Okay baby, cum for me." He whispers, in a husky tone.

Without further ado, I watched him lap up all my juices. Once he was done, he unbuckled his pants and let his cock spring free. I gulp at the size.

"You ready princess?" He asks me.

I nod my head in amusement. He lines himself up against my entrance. He slowly pushes into me, and lets me adjust before he starts to thrust into me at an animalistic pace.

"Seunmin...God..." I moan out arching my back at the extreme amount of pleasure given to me by my boyfriend. He thrusts harder and deeper. After a few rough thrusts I feel him twitch inside of me.

"Baby, are you ready?" He asks me, tilting his head ever so innocently.

I nod and before I knew it we both release together. He flips onto the bed space near me, panting.

"I love you baby." I say hugging him.

"I love you too." he says smiling.

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