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Wtf so I now can post long fics? Well, thanks Tumblr I guess the beef between us didn't last long. Here's the sad Arthur fic I wrote, hope you like it guys<3

arthur morgan x dutch's daughter!reader 3,9k words chapter 6 spoilers, death, violence

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Until the last breath

Never in a thousand years would have Dutch van der Linde thought his own daughter would betray him. He would suspect anyone - recently even John or Arthur. But not [Y/n]. She was his daughter, his only child, the only thing he had left of Annabelle.

And yet there she stood - a gun in hand, pointed at her father, who had his own guns pointed at Arthur and John.

"You're on these two rats' side? That's what I get for raising you?" Dutch asked, his angry gaze fixated on his daughter. "You ungrateful brat."

"You didn't raise me!" [Y/n] countered. "Hosea was more of a father than you. To you, money has always been more important. You always had a plan to get more, and more, and more. I'd be in Tahiti if I had a dollar for every plan of yours that didn't work out."

"I gave you everything I could!"

"You gave me everything?" She had to stop herself from scoffing. "I spent my whole life trying to make you happy for once. Trying to make you proud of me. I gave my heart and my soul for this gang, and you ruined it all when you took in this rat!" Her voice started to crack, but she forced tears away. She reached for her other gun and pointed it at Micah.

Dutch asked, "You really think Micah is the reason you're turning on me?" His tone was strangely calm, too calm. "You think I never noticed the way you and Arthur were plotting something behind my back? But, of course, he didn't sneak into your tent at night just to plot. You disgust me, [Y/n]."

[Y/n]'s mouth fell slightly open as she attempted to form a sentence, and yet she wasn't able to. How did he find out? She thought her and Arthur had been sneaky enough.

"You lost your mind, Dutch," Arthur spoke up, "we were worried about you."

Dutch turned his eyes to Arthur, his anger growing at the man's comment. "I'm the one who gave all of you a home! A purpose! A damn family! And you had the nerve to get with my daughter behind my back, and turn her against me."

"All these years, Dutch..." Arthur shook his head. "Just to waste it for this snake?"

"Be quiet, Black Lung." Micah said, his gun pointed at Arthur.

"No," miss Grimshaw appeared with her rifle pointed at Micah, "you be quiet, mister Bell. And put that gun down."

It escalated in a moment. Micah pulled the trigger, sending a bullet towards miss Grimshaw. He took the last remaining mother figure [Y/n] had. Miss Grimshaw was a cold woman, but she cared for her, she cared for all the girls. And now she was dead.

But there was no time to dwell on that.

"Pinkertons are coming!" Javier ran up to the group, warning them.

"Now," Dutch spoke way too calmly for [Y/n]'s liking, "who amongst you is with me, and who is betraying me?"

"Bill, Javier, think for yourselves." Arthur spoke, but they didn't listen.

The both of them were too blinded by the doomed loyalty to Dutch. They sided with him, while Arthur was left with just [Y/n] and John. Besides them, there was also Micah and his own friends he had brought to the gang recently. They were outnumbered.

"My own flesh and blood has turned against me." Dutch concluded in a cold voice [Y/n] hadn't heard before. He had never been a good father, but now... his transformation was complete. The man who had once been a leader, had been replaced by a ghost of himself, driven by greed and paranoia

"You brought it upon yourself." [Y/n] spat.

Micah sneered, "And here I was thinking blood runs thicker than water. Seems a good fuck can change a lady's mind so easily. Wouldn't suspect that of cowpoke, but seems this day is full of surprises."

[Y/n] winced at Micah's remark. She wanted nothing more than to shoot him then and there.

And she tried to. But her hands were trembling with anger, and she missed.

"Put your guns down!" An unknown voice yelled out.

The pinkertons. They ran into the camp, or whatever was left of it, and started shooting. The Pinkertons had arrived, their shouts and gunfire piercing through the madness. The world started to crash down. [Y/n], Arthur, and John found places to use as a cover. The girl didn't even care what would happen with her father now. She had to focus on the pinkertons.

After a few minutes, when the trio knew they won't get out of it this way, John called out, "[Y/n], Arthur, into the caves!"

They didn't think twice before running inside the cave, following the gloomy and scary passages. The pinkertons ran after them and [Y/n] hoped John was leading them to some second entrance. They couldn't afford hitting a dead end.

"Micah was a rat, Milton told me." Arthur confessed as they kept running.

"We should've let him rot in that jail in Strawberry." [Y/n] thought out loud.

There was a ladder, leading them upwards. And another one, and a third one. As the surroundings started to become lighter with the outside's air, [Y/n] thought they might be getting out of that cave before the pinkertons get them.

"John," Arthur turned to his friend when the trio reached fresh air finally, "Abigail is safe, Jack too. They're with Sadie." Then he turned to [Y/n], and tried to stop a cough before speaking to her, "You, [Y/n], I want you to go and–"

"Go where?" The girl interrupted him. "Go and do what?"

"We have to separate here. John and I will go this way, you'll go join Sadie."

In the meantime, John called for their horses. Except that [Y/n]'s didn't come, which could only mean one thing.

"They killed her..." [Y/n] mused, and for a moment she couldn't fight the urge to cry. A few tears had escaped. "Now I have to go with you."

But, again, there was no more time to think. They mounted their horses, Arthur insisting [Y/n] rides with John in case they had to go separate ways. She didn't mount John's horse, she sat on the back of Arthur's. She knew that he knew there was no time to argue.

And they ran again. Ran, followed by the bullets shot by Dutch, Micah, Bill, Javier, and those men Micah brought to the gang. Dutch van der Linde was many things, and he never played the role of the father well, but even now [Y/n] was shocked to see him chasing after them, not afraid of the risk to shoot his own daughter.

When they escaped them, they kept running into the pinkertons. They seemed to be everywhere, as if they knew their next moves.

The trio tried to escape running up a mountain, but they were stopped. [Y/n] saw John falling off his horse, and no sooner the same happened to herself and Arthur.

"Buell!" The girl called out, seeing the animal lying on the ground with a bullet wound. "These motherf–"

They had to shoot now. There was no way out if they didn't kill all those pinkertons. And, fueled by the rage, [Y/n] felt as if she could shoot them all by herself. Hell, she would gladly choke all of them with her bare hands if she got the chance.

"Come on!" John called out after they have dealt with pinkertons. He knew this wouldn't last long.

[Y/n] ran up to Arthur, who was kneeling next to Buell, gently petting the horse's mane. The girl didn't even get to be with her mare when she got killed, so she had to be at least with Buell.

"Let's go!" John repeated.

"Give us a moment!" Arthur shouted back.

[Y/n] touched the horse gently and Arthur leaned over his head. This was such a heartbreaking thing to witness. Arthur received this horse from a man who had lost his leg in the war. Found him randomly in the woods, when the horse bucked him off and his leg got stuck in a stirrup. Arthur helped him and became friends, visiting from time to time. They went hunting once, and the veteran got attacked by a giant boar. With his last breath, he asked Arthur to take care of Buell. And Arthur did, until the horse's last breath, too.

With one last final, "Thank you," that Arthur whispered to Buell, they were ready to run further.

"Let's go." John said for the third time.

Arthur asked, "What about the money?"

"Money?" [Y/n] sobbed, wiping away a few last tears. "What about Micah? We have to get rid of him."

"I go down there, I'm dead in five minutes," John stated, "I have a family, that's more important."

"You're right," Arthur admitted, thinking John must be making sense for the first time in his life, "[Y/n], you go with John. I'm going back for the money."

"No, you're not." The girl protested firmly. She wasn't losing Arthur, not like that. "We go together or we don't go at all."

Arthur knew it was pointless to argue with [Y/n]. If she inherited anything from Dutch, it was the subborness.

Arthur also knew that he didn't have much longer left. He was actively dying from tuberculosis that he hasn't even told [Y/n] about yet. If soon he was going to take his last breath, he wanted [Y/n] to go, not see him like this. He had always been a tough man, he couldn't let the girl he loved more than anything in the world see him die beaten by a stupid illness. "Fine, let's go." He muttered and the trio started once again running. He had no idea how to get out of this. There was no way out for him, but he still could help [Y/n] and John.

They needed to find a higher ground, running up a mointain. It was very steep, they had to be careful. At least they knew they were safe from the bullets, for now. The pinkertons would come back to the cave, as Micah most likely told them about the money hidden inside.

"Keep, pushing, Arthur!" John said.

Arthur stopped running. He stood bent slightly, propping his arms on his knees. It seemed to [Y/n] like he has difficulty to take a breath. An expression of worry grew on her face. She knew he had some kind of sickness, but she didn't realize how serious it was until this moment.

"Arthur, let's go, we've made it so far." She said, the tears threatening to appear in her eyes once again.

"I think I've pushed all I can." Arthur admitted, coughing out some blood. He straightened his posture, being able to breathe a bit better momentarily.

John walked up to him, "We ain't got time for this."

"We ain't all gonna make it."

His words hit [Y/n] worse than any bullets. She ran up to Arthur, grabbing his arm, trying to make him step forward.

"Don't talk nonsense," she tried to pull him, but even in this state he was still stronger than her, "Arthur, I'm not going anywhere without you."

"You both go." Arthur insisted. "I'll hold them off. There ain't no more time to talk." With these words, he reached for his sachel and handed it over to John. Then, he took his hat off and placed it on [Y/n]'s head.

She knew what that mean. She knew Arthur was prepared to die. But she couldn't let him. She couldn't imagine a life without him. He truly was the love of her life, how was she supposed to keep going if he died on that mountain?

Arthur turned to [Y/n], his eyes softening as he took her face in his hands. "You need to keep going, no matter what happens. You understand?"

[Y/n] shook her head, tears welling up again. "Don't talk like that, Arthur. We're getting out of this. All three of us."

But Arthur knew better. He could feel the life slipping away from him with every breath, every step. "I need you to promise me something, [Y/n]."

"No, Arthur, no." She closed her eyes, hoping this would at least stop the tears.

"Look at me," Arthur said, gently placing his thumb on her chin and tilting her head up, "look at me, doll."

She slowly did as she was told, opening her eyes to meet his. Her heart was racing, knowing that these might be the last moments they have together. His gaze was full of love, as if in these seconds he wanted to love her for all the time he won't be able to in the future.

"You've been the light in my life, the good in me." Arthur told her.

"You've been my everything." She whispered, the lump in her throat making it difficult to speak.

"You get out of here with John. When I'm gone, you'll find a good man, one that'll give you the life you deserve. You're young, you can start a family, forget about me. I don't know what I did to deserve your love, but it's the time you bless someone worthy with it."

[Y/n] shook her head, her hands gripping Arthur's coat as if she could somehow anchor him to this world, keep him from fading away. "I'll never forget you. You're the love of my life."

"You deserve so much more than this life, [Y/n]. More than what I could ever give you. But you can still have it. You can still have everything you want, a future, a family, happiness."

But [Y/n] was stubborn, as always. "There's no future if you're not in it."

For a moment, Arthur looked as though he might break, as though he might give in to the desire to stay with her, to fight for a few more moments together. She tried to kiss him, and it took all the strenght his ill body had to stop her.

"I love you, [Y/n]," sounded his final words, "I love you more than anything in this world. But you have to go. For me. I'll love you till my last breath."

"And I'll love you until mine," that was the only thing she could promise him, "I'll never forget you."

The sound of gunshots echoed nearby, and the trio knew there was no more time. [Y/n] would trade anything to have a few more minutes with Arthur. She would walk down to Hell to speak to the Devil himself if he could grant her a bit more time.

John grabbed [Y/n], as much as it pained him, he had to drag her away. They had to run. That's what Arthur wanted.

As she was being dragged away, [Y/n] watched Arthur climb, trying to reach an even higher spot of the mountain.

"Arthur is doing this so you can live. Don't let it be for nothing." John said.

[Y/n] didn't reply. They had to make an escape, and they did so in silence, but the girl didn't even feel her own legs, she just trusted they were there. There was no life for her if Arthur died. This life had been all she knew. How she was supposed to live without the gang, and without him?

"John." She said firmly, somehow finding the strenght in herself to not cry anymore. "I'm going back there."

[Y/n] had been hit by the realization that she doesn't have anything to lose. Everything she had, she already either sacrificed or lost. Her mother, the gang, her father, her horse, and now Arthur, her Arthur.

John stopped dead in his tracks, turning around to face [Y/n]. "No, you ain't."

"I ain't got nothing to lose. Either I'll be dragging his dead body to the pearly gates and bribing the God to revive him, or I'll die there with him."

John looked into her eyes just to see fire in them. He understood her love for Arthur and her desperation to save him, and maybe he would have even done the same for Abigail. Except it was plain stupid to do such thing for a man, who was already dying.

"Damn it," John muttered, knowing he can't stop her, "you're as brave as you're stupid. The both of you."

[Y/n] took off Arthur's hat that he had given her, and passed it to John. "You're the best brother I could've had. When I die, I'll look up at you and expect to see you treating Jack and Abigail well. No more running away."

"You mean look down." He corrected her.

"Oh, I'm definitely going to Hell. And I'll be waiting for you, just wait at least fifty years." She chuckled and pulled John in for a quick hug. When they pulled away, she could see tears in his eyes. But [Y/n] wasn't going to cry, not anymore.

She had no reason to cry now. Her time was over. If Arthur was going to die, she was dying there with him, and she was ready for this. More ready than for a future without him.

"Take care of your family," [Y/n]'s last words for John sounded, "make sure they get the life they deserve. Make sure you get that life, too." And with that, she turned away and walked back to where Arthur was supposed to be.

John nodded, his throat too tight to speak. He knew he would carry this moment with him for the rest of his life. The night he had lost the two people who were like siblings to him. He had lost much more, but it didn't matter.

[Y/n] had nothing left to lose, nothing left to live for but this one last act of love. If she could save Arthur, it would be worth it. And if she couldn't... then at least they would die together, side by side, as they should have lived.

There were no more gunshots to follow, not a sound of any fight. [Y/n] climed up the rocks, finding the path where she had last seen Arthur. She saw someone walking her way, not someone who she yearned to see.

"You goddamn rat!" [Y/n] yelled as she grabbed Micah by his coat. She didn't know where she found this strenght in her body, but she managed to throw him such a powerful punch in the face that he had to take a few steps back, almost falling off a cliff.

"You just won't give up, will you?" He said, his usual malice still audible in his voice.

"Did you kill him?" She asked, pointing her gun at him.

"He's alive. Not for much longer though."

[Y/n] clenched her jaw, her grip on the gun tightening so hard her knuckles went white. She felt her anger building up inside her, threatening to explode at any moment. "I should've put a bullet in your head a long time ago."

"Come on, do it now then," he laughed, the sound getting into [Y/n]'s head as she contemplated the decision, "we both know you're too soft to do it. How can such a failure be Dutch's daughter? I bet your mama wasn't the most loyal to your daddy."

That was it, her breaking point. [Y/n] knew putting a bullet in Micah wouldn't fix what was already broken, but at least she could stop any further damage he would cause if he stayed alive.

[Y/n] pulled the trigger, aiming for Micah's head, right between his eyes. His body fell down the cliff, and [Y/n] watched that happen. She felt absolutely nothing. No remose. But also no ease. Not until she could see Arthur.

She ran towards where Micah came from. She found Arthur lying down, his upper body propped on a rock. His face was turned towards the east, looking at the sunrise, even though he had always loved the sunset.

"Arthur..." She said.

His eyes searched for the source of the sound, Arthur thought he was having hallucinations. He forced a smile on his beaten face when he saw her.

"You damn fool, [Y/n]." He said in a weak, raspy voice. Not the kind of rasp [Y/n] loved to hear in the mornings, but the one that emphasized Arthur's condition. "I told you to go with John."

"I couldn't leave you, Arthur." She said, losing all her power to not cry. She knelt down beside him, looking at his injuries. His face was full of little cuts and bruises, some blood. But he didn't seem to have gotten shot.

Tears shone in her eyes. And she must have been the most beautiful thing Arthur had ever laid his eyes on. The way the orange morning sunrays touched her face made Arthur feel butterflies in his stomach. It was way nicer to die when he had this sight in front of him. But it wasn't fair to her.

"Doll," he breathed out, "I'm dying."

"No, you're going to be fine." She stuttered, the pain in her voice betraying how delusional she was being. She couldn't accept the reality of the situation. She refused to believe that the man she loved more than anything was slipping away from her.

She took his hands in hers. His touch used to be so hot it could put the Devil to shame. But now his hands were colder than the coldest night in Colter.

"I've got tuberculosis." Arthur confessed to her finally.

"What?" A puzzled expression appeared on her face. "Since when?"

"Since I killed Thomas Downes."

[Y/n]'s heart dropped. She had heard rumors about the sickness, the way it slowly drained the life out of a person, but she never imagined that Arthur, her Arthur, had been battling it all this time. It explained so much, the coughing fits, the way he had grown weaker, more distant. And yet, he had never told her, never let on just how bad it was.

"I deserved to know." She replied, her voice cracking. "I could've helped you."

"I didn't want to worry you, doll. Didn't want you to see me like this. You deserved better than that."

"I loved you, I still do, and I would've stayed by your side no matter what. You should've told me. We could–" She choked on her words, realizing there was nothing they could've done to stop it.

A small, sad smile tugged at the corner of Arthur's lips. "You've always been too good for me, [Y/n]. I ain't ever deserved you, not really."

"Don't say that, Arthur. You deserve everything. And now you're dying here. Alone."

"I ain't alone." Arthur murmured, his voice growing weaker with every word. "You're here, right? That's all I ever needed."

She nodded, her heart breaking as she watched him struggle to keep his eyes open. The sunrise was casting a warm glow over his face, and for a moment, [Y/n] could almost pretend that they were somewhere else, somewhere safe, where they could live the life however they wanted to. Away from all the bullshit they had to go through.

But reality was cold and its walls were closing in on them. She could feel Arthur slipping away, his fingers holding onto hers weaker with each passing moment. She wanted to scream, to beg for more time, but it would be in vain.

Arthur stopped fighting the urge to close his eyes. "Promise me, doll... you'll find a way to live... without me." He could barely speak anymore, yet he managed to utter these words.

"I love you, Arthur." [Y/n] said instead, because she didn't want to make a promise she couldn't keep.

His grip on her hands loosened, and his chest rose and fell one last time. [Y/n] leaned in, pressing a kiss to his forehead. She held him close, cradling his head in her arms as they were bathed in the warmth of the sunrise. She stayed like that, long after he was gone, her tears mixing with the blood and dirt on his skin. Arthur was gone, and with him, a part of her died too. She had nothing left to lose, nothing left to fight for, except the memory of the man she loved.

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dreamingoftaehyun · 11 months

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"please sir" | l.sm

pair: COLLEGE professor! lee seokmin x afab! reader

summary: you fail your favourite professors class and you make a deal with him to help you pass.

warnings: porn with a tiny bit of plot, lowkey cringy, soft dom! seokmin, unprotected sex (don't do this), he cums inside, spanking, praise, oral (fem receiving), fingering, slightly inexperienced reader, pet names like good girl, baby, darling.

wc: 1.9k

a/n: this is the first time i’m posting on tumblr and i’m kinda scared but i’m pretty proud of this fic so i hope you like it :) also i was listening to crazy in love the whole time i wrote this, honestly helped me finish it

professor lee was the kindest teacher you'd ever had. he was the hot, single professor on campus everyone had a crush on. sometimes he'd even teach you things one on one if you were struggling, and he'd take time out of his day just to talk to you. his attention got to the point that your classmates swore he definitely played favourites, but you knew he had a motive behind his actions. your knowledge lead you to today, in his office, crying because you had gotten your (luckily not final) results for this term. and you just flunked professor lee's class.

you felt guilty because he'd literally tutored you at his own free will. what a waste, you thought. you hadn't meant to start crying while trying to explain yourself to the man, but the tears pricked at your eyes.

"y/n, it's alright that you failed. it's only the the second term, you have next semester to prove yourself." he tried his best to comfort you.

"i feel so hopeless, sir... i'm so sorry," you continued your rant, more tears staining your cheeks. professor lee stood up now, making his way to you.

putting a hand on your shoulder, he made you look him in the eyes. "you're not hopeless, y/n. everyone fails in life. you just have to keep on going and try harder next time, which i know you will. you're an intelligent person."

he started to wipe your tears with a tissue, and smiled so warmly your heart almost melted.

then an idea popped into your head. sure, it would embarrass you for life if he declined, but somehow you just knew he wouldn't.

"sir... what would i need to do if you changed my score before the final results come out?"

professor lee's smile dropped, and he took his hand off your shoulder. "y/n, are you trying to bribe me?"

he was putting on an act all of a sudden, you could see through him. "so what if i am? you'd do it for me, wouldn't you?"

he sighed, breaking eye contact with you and leaning backwards onto his desk and folded his arms. "what makes you think i would?"

"i'm your favourite student, mr. lee." you smiled sweetly, making him look at you again. taking in a breath, he stuttered. "i-i don't play favourites."

humming, you kept the sickly sweet smile on your face as you tried your best to plead with the man. "don't lie to your favourite student, mr. lee. you wouldn't want to upset me, would you?"

he groaned in annoyance as he put both of his hands on your shoulders. "you want to play this game, y/n?"

you nodded. "i'll do anything you want me to. as long as you keep my end of the deal, mr lee."

professor lee scoffed, but then he leaned closer to your ear, "my name is seokmin, baby."

the pet name made you shudder. "tell me what you want me to do, seokmin."

"bend over the desk for me, y/n." he ordered and you obliged. you heard his footsteps walk away from you, hearing the lock click shortly after.

his hands on your waist made you jump a little. "be a good girl for me and stay quiet, okay?" he whispered before pulling your pants down to your ankles. "now, i don't think i should reward you yet after what you just pulled."

you whined and seokmin chuckled at your state. then, he slapped your right cheek with force, making you cry out at the suddenness.

he rubbed your ass and shushed you. "not too loud, don't want people to hear how desperate you are for me, y/n."

you opened your mouth to speak, but he slapped your opposite cheek making your jaw shut tight. "what should i do with you baby?"

"use me, sir... please," you mewl. your panties were soaked at this point. as if seokmin read your mind, he dragged a finger along your clothed cunt. "so needy..."

"all for you- ah!" another slap. "no talking except for you counting the slaps, got that?" his dominant tone made you writhe under him. he slapped your ass again. "three..."

you peeked behind you. seokmin's shirt was buttoned down and open, showing off his toned chest. he then wrapped his fingers into the waistband of your underwear.

"is this okay, darling?" he asked as he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck. when you gave your consent, he pulled them down. "so pretty..." he breathed out, seokmin made you turn around and sit on the desk facing him, before getting on his knees in front of you. when you felt his breath against your warmth, you suddenly felt insecure.

"no one's ever eaten me out before," you squeaked out, and seokmin stared up into your eyes. "i'll make you feel good, darling."

he buried his head between your thighs, his tongue licking a stripe up your folds made your eyes shut tightly. he started eating you out like a man starved.

it took everything not to moan loudly, your hand clamped over your mouth and only quiet whimpers escaping. seokmin kept eye contact with you the whole time he tongue-fucked you.

his nose bumped your clit every few seconds, and you didn't know when he slipped a finger inside of you until he started pumping.

he tore his mouth away from you for a moment, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as two of his slender fingers fucked into you. "tastes so good, exactly how i imagined..." he trailed off, his eyes now transfixed onto your cunt taking his fingers in.

the knot in your stomach was so close to breaking, soft moans getting louder and more desperate. "sir, i'm gonna-!"

then, he withdrew his fingers from you. "sorry baby, but i need to feel you cum on my cock."

"not fair, i was so close!" you huffed. seokmin chuckled darkly, turning you around again and bending you over. another slap to your ass, "for talking back."

you had an internal battle with yourself, whether you wanted to be a brat and have him punish you more or be good and have him finally fuck you.

seokmin unbuckled his belt and you watched as his pants pooled down to his ankles. "do you want me to take you from behind or in front, y/n?"

"i wanna see you..." you murmur, embarrassment flushing your face. "of course you do darling," seokmin teased as he turned you around again.

when you made eye contact, he pulled you in for a kiss. not a quick peck, or a sloppy one, but a kiss filled with love. you felt his smile on your skin and you couldn't help but reciprocate.

when you pulled away, you could finally take a good look at the man you've been dying to fuck since the first day of his class. he was beautiful, from his pretty face to his drool-worthy abs. then, your eyes trailed further down and you saw his bulge.

you nearly salivated at the thought of his dick in your mouth, but you decided that's for another day. "i don't have a condom, are you on the pill? i'm clean." seokmin pulled you from your thoughts.

"yeah, i'm clean too," you breathed out and seokmin pulled you into another kiss as he pulled his boxers down.

you couldn't resist and your hands wrapped around his length, and seokmin let out a small gasp. smirking, you started to pump him and he turned into putty in your hands.

spreading your legs, you spit on your hand and pumped his length more before bringing the tip to your hole. "fuck me, sir."

as fast as the words left your mouth, he pushed inside. "fuck, you're so tight,"

you'd only ever had sex once before, so the feeling of having someone inside you was basically foreign. it hurt, but the pain was so worth it.

"are you okay?" seokmin asked, and you let out a small whimper as he finally entered fully inside of you. "yeah, just- wait a minute."

he stayed still until you tapped his shoulder and he started moving at a slow pace. he kept at it for a bit, but you grew impatient. "seokmin, i said use me."

he moaned at your words and picked up the pace, sounds of skin slapping and both of your noises combined filled the small office.

"want me to use you like the good girl you are, huh?" he grunted out, snaking a hand between you and started rubbing your clit. "oh fuck, wanted you for so long..."

seokmin's confession slipped your mind, too lost in the pleasure to care. his cute moans filled your ear and his thrusting started getting sloppy. "ah- baby, can i cum inside? wanna.. please," he begged.

him pathetically moaning above you turned you on so much more then you thought it would. "fuck, yes! fill me up seokmin,"

"cum on my cock baby, i know you can do it." he started rubbing at your clit faster. your legs started shaking as you tried wrapped them around his waist, pulling seokmin closer to you.

the heat radiating off both your bodies and the smell of sex was intoxicating. your moans started becoming pitchier as his thrusts reached your g-spot.

"ohmygod, i'm gonna cum!" you cried out as your legs trembled while you came undone. his name never left your lips, chanting it like a mantra as seokmin kept thrusting into you, chasing his own high.

your hands glazed over his sweat covered chest, letting him use you to release. the overstimulation from your orgasm made your breath hitch and legs feel like jelly.

"y/n, i'm close, fuck!" seokmin whimpered as he released inside you, his warmth painting your walls white. sounds of panting and the clock in the corner ticking filled your ears.

seokmin pulled out of you with a shy smile as if you hadn't just had sex, and quickly got some tissues from the box on his desk. he cleaned you up, wiping his cum and your sweat off of you. you were both quiet and you couldn't figure out what to say.

"thank you, y/n... i really liked that," seokmin spoke up, albeit rather awkwardly. now you suddenly felt embarrassed for using your teacher like this.

when you opened your mouth to speak, his lips enveloped yours. you slid a hand up his chest, and his nails digged into your waist. "i'd like to do this again," he whispered on your lips.

"seriously?" your eyes widened. you didn't expect that. seokmin giggled when he saw your reaction. "of course, i've been giving you signals all semester!"

"if you give me a good mark i'll go on a date with you," you joke.

"well, i was actually going to pass you when i reread your paper before you came into my office anyways," seokmin shrugged and your jaw dropped. "so i embarrassed myself for no reason?!"

"darling, you're the best pussy i've ever had. i don't think you embarrassed yourself." he whispers in your ear. you want to slap the smirk off of his face, but he was way too pretty to lay a finger on.

"so, that date's still on right?"

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toodelusionalforreality · 5 months

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Absolution

Azriel x Reader(N)

Summary: Two lovers separated out of necessity finally reunite, only for a brief tryst.

A/N: This is an experimental piece of work. I'm testing a writing style, so feedback is welcome. It's an extended universe for a plot I was working with details tbd but doesn't involve much plot here. So it should be an easy read. This is my first ever Tumblr publish and it's scary!! So be kind. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: ~4.5k

Warning: NSFW, 18+ SMUT, f!receiving, m!receiving(barely), sappy start+spicy middle+angsty end (i guess), voice kink, p in v. Mentions of OC other than reader[not enough editing/proofreading/formatting]

Azriel stepped into the room desperately holding on to the moment, afraid Crone Mother would change her mind. N sat on the balcony—like every evening, on the floor, her legs crossed, her hands clasped in her lap. The curtains came alive with the touch of a gentle breeze to guard her from him. Her sheer dress melded with her body under the radiance of the fading sun, her skin aglow as if made of stars and gold. Summer flowers adorned her hair, tucked into the braid that unravelled after the day’s practices.

His shadows peeked over his shoulders and swarmed his hands buzzing with excitement. With each silent step, he prayed he didn’t break her trance. He settled before her—bringing his knees to his chest, he rested his elbows on them, and his wings tucked tight to his body.

The hue of the setting sun made everything heavenly about her—soft, ethereal. Wisps of hair teasing her cheeks, the knowing smile on her lips, the slight flutter of her eyelids under his stare. A sigh escaped Azriel’s lips. It was a worthless attempt to hide his presence from her, the one who held the sight.

Azriel wasn’t a fool to waste the mercy bestowed upon him after months of longing to be close to his beloved. He stretched on the floor, his head finding its rightful place in her lap, and wrapped his arms around her waist. Her scent and warmth made their bond burn brighter and he sighed in contentment.

After long minutes, N rested her palm on his head. Her fingers carded through his hair, and her nails scratched his scalp the way he liked. A thumb teased the shell of his ear and his wings responded with a sudden tremor.

Azriel smiled. He buried his face into her thigh. Air shifted around them as her body answered to his touches and breaths. Despite the need clawing in his chest, he chose to wait a few minutes, to savour the comfort of her simple touch.

N broke the silence. ‘How was your day?’ Her voice was as sweet as ever.

‘Long. Excruciatingly long,’ sighed Azriel. ‘I started with your friends from the armoury today. Until your mother sent me to the gardens.’ He remembered the smile on the older woman’s face when she took him away from the others. A secretive, mischievous one. ‘She enjoys testing me a bit much. She made me tend to your roses.’

N laughed, the sound sending a shiver through him. ‘That must have been a vision. Maybe she’s exacting revenge for how you treated her back home.’

Azriel’s heart thudded in his chest. Home. No matter what Crone Mother said, N had one home. It was with him, in Night Court. ‘I think she’s forgotten all that. She’s more interested in stealing you from me.’ His arms tightened around her and his shadows whirled around them emphasising their master’s possessiveness, ‘But I don’t mind. As long as she lets me be with you for a while.’ His lips twitched. ‘Did you know everyone here addresses me as your mate?’

Another laugh broke through her lips, ‘They're not wrong.’

‘No, they are not.’ Azriel finally looked up. Her eyes were already on his face. ‘I’ve been called many names over centuries. Shadowsinger. Spymaster. But this one,’ he leaned up to her face, ‘I like the most. To be known as yours before they even know my name.’ He got to his knees and trailed a knuckle along her jaw. ‘I’d like that for the rest of my life.’ Their bond strummed a tune so loud that rendered him senseless. ‘I want to have a life with you. A home, a family. Anything you want, any way you want. As long as you want that too.’

‘You mean that.’ N stated as if she needed to reassure herself. She stared at him with a mask of impassivity on her face that almost rivalled his own as a spy. Then, she smiled. ‘But I’ll have you know there will be more tests from Crone Mother.’

'I’ll suffer anything for you,’ he murmured against her lips. ‘So that’s a yes?’ N nodded before her eyes sparkled with mirth. ‘What is it?’ His senses warned him, his shadows stood alert on his shoulders.

‘Well, technically, we’re married.’

Silence fell between them. Azriel’s fingers left her skin.

‘What?’

N shrugged. ‘Do you remember the first time we duelled?’ Her voice was steady but her hesitance broke through at the sight of the male who sat frozen in front of her. ‘You made me bleed. You proved you were my equal. And, it all happened after the bond snapped for you.’

Azriel remembered that day. He had wanted to impress her. It was the day he felt the warmth of her breath on him for the first time. For days and nights to come, he relived those moments until his skin prickled with heat.

N’s unsure laughter died soon when he didn’t even blink. His shadows retreated. His end of their bond quietened, alarming her.

Finally, he said, ‘All this time you were my wife?’

Her breath stuck to her throat. ‘According to our custom, yes.’

‘And you kept that a secret.’ His wings flared behind him to their full glory and his eyes narrowed. ‘What did we discuss about your secrets?’

N leaned back, ‘Was I supposed to tell you all this when I had your blade to your throat? I’m not sure you’d have been open to that conversation.’ Her voice reeked of confidence but Azriel saw the facade waning in her darkening eyes.

Memories flitted through his mind—visions of her from the instant he laid his eyes on her to the present. Every misfortune they endured, every second they spent in love, every. . .

He stalked her on his knees, his hands on either side of her. He hissed, ‘You slept with those males after that.’ A sound escaped his throat, a rumble deep from his chest. ‘My wife slept with other males to spite me.’

N stared at his lips and swallowed thickly. She hurried back, her hands slipping on the smooth marble under her. 'Azriel,' she whined wincing at the way her body welcomed her impending doom.

Azriel inhaled sharply. ’You like that? When I call you my wife?’ He chuckled darkly. His lips whispered against hers, ‘Of all the things you kept from me, this is the worst. You’re not getting out of this easy this time.’

N pleaded with her eyes. Her breaths shuddered. ‘They are watching.’

‘Then they’ll know my actions are justified.’

Azriel dove for his kill but before his hands grasped her, she faded away. Her airy laughter echoed in his ears. She stood in the middle of the room—her hands gently clutching her skirt to free her feet, her braid coming undone over her shoulder, teeth sinking into her plump lip—a vision of devilry and seduction.

His eyes flashed up to hers with a glint. His shadows who wanted vengeance of their own circled his shoulders and arms with a frenzy. N was in trouble and she knew it. She turned to run only to be met with his hard chest emerging from a dark mist.

‘Did you really think you could get away?’ He caressed her cheek, ‘There’s no escape from me. You should know that by now.’

N slid her arms around his neck. ‘Back then, we barely knew each other. I didn’t want to scare you.’ She looked into his eyes. ‘I’m sorry.’ She sent every ounce of sincerity in her being through their bond, still he kept his end cloaked.

Azriel pulled his arms away. Dark amusement shone in his eyes. ‘As if a silly apology is going to save you.’

N smoothed her palms over his chest. ‘I know.’ Her lips brushed against his skin, littering his face with soft pecks. ‘I know,’ she kissed the corner of his lips, moving closer and closer to the centre as she breathed the words, ‘I’ll make it up to you. For every secret.’

Even as N pressed her body into his, Azriel stood unmoved with a cruel smirk on his lips and his hands by his side. Her fingers wandered over his sculpted torso before unbuttoning his shirt. The shadows on his shoulders swayed, watching, waiting. The regal female who made others quiver with fear grovelled for his forgiveness, and his wretched heart grew giddy with power and pride.

Azriel itched to grab her waist and bite her lips until she bled for him again. A true victory in this duel. He closed his eyes in a wasted effort to tame his thoughts. At the first touch of her cool fingers on his bare chest, he almost gave in.

His eyes snapped open the moment N pulled her lips away. She dropped to her knees, her fingers dancing on his hips. Pressing a kiss below his navel, she inched her hands between his legs and fondled him with the heel of her palms. The warmth from her hands seeped through the cotton, which he was forced to wear upon their arrival, promising him the pleasure that awaited him.

In all the years with her, Azriel treated her lips as a relic��sacred and holy–a crown jewel in the trove that was her body. Something to be guarded, treasured, worshipped. He never had to take her mouth the way she offered to him to reach for the stars.

N smiled sweetly. The goddess who witnessed every vice and virtue under the sky knelt before him with love in her heart and devotion in her eyes.

Enchanted, Azriel watched her. His lips parted with a shaky breath. Their bond blazed with emotions he couldn’t name. At that moment, he knew there had never been nor ever will be a male more blessed than he was.

His scarred hand cradled her cheek tinged with a soft blush. She leaned in, closing her eyes, trapping his hand between her shoulder and face. She sighed. She kissed his wrist, his palm, his fingers.

Azriel couldn’t decide which was in more pain—his heart or his cock. Both, mere toys in her hands.

N grazed her lips against his clothed hardness and Azriel closed his eyes. His head fell back. A gasp escaped deep from his chest when her tongue soaked him through the fabric. He couldn't remember why he wanted to punish his sweet mate. He was close to breaking already and all she did was tease.

A sharp scrape of her teeth along his length had him bury his hand in her hair softer than the flowers that tumbled down her breast. He hissed in warning as his eyes held hers in a glare.

‘I want you to look at me,’ she smiled. That damned smile that masked her every cruelty.

Too much time had passed since they felt each other’s skin. Months, almost a year of not seeing each other, not holding each other. And there she was ready to worship him with her entire being if only for a night until their time ran out. Every move of hers had his heart wring in pain, the desire through the bond overwhelming and consuming his soul.

His shadows swooped down and pulled her to him. Azriel crashed his lips onto hers before her feet rested on the ground and stole every little breath from her chest. His shadows brought them to her bed, delicate and soft fit for a queen, like her.

He pried the cord that held her dress together below her breasts. His lips ventured south leaving a trail of red on her neck and chest while N rewarded him with her moans. Shadows, ever obedient, parted her dress to make way for their master’s hand to relish the smoothness of her skin. He caressed every inch of her body with his marred hands except where she ached for him the most. She pleaded and moaned, guiding his hand between her legs.

‘You shouldn’t have lied to me,’ he growled, letting his canines scratch her jaw. ‘You know how I feel about secrets, don’t you?’ A sob left her lips as the back of his fingers teased her entrance with the barest of touch. ‘Is this what you call making up? Crying and moaning until your husband fucks you?’

N froze. Her eyes stared into his with unspoken emotion that radiated clearly in their bond instead. ‘Azriel, please.’ His hand came down hard between her legs. She arched her back beautifully for him as a silent gasp escaped her lips.

Azriel memorised every pull of her muscles. ‘You should’ve known better.’ He slipped his fingers in and out, barely past her entrance, coaxing moans out of her. Her wetness had his mouth water. He undid his pants enough to ease himself out and thrusted into her in a single move.

They were perfect for each other—masochists at heart, denying themselves release until the day for their reunion drew closer and closer. N reached a hand out and clawed at his chest. Her eyes widened and soon glazed with pleasure. Her lungs ached for air. Her body begged to escape the feral male whose only intention was to devour her body and soul. Yet, she wrapped her legs around him.

Azriel waited panting, his heart losing its rhythm, shirt clinging to his back. N tugged him closer with her heels on his ass. He growled, baring his teeth. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her to his chest. Her eyes fixated where his hips snapped against hers, where they were finally a whole. Each of her whimpers nudged him to quicken his pace.

He felt his release closing in. ‘Is this what you want?’ She looked up, mewling for him, her eyes burning with tears. Too soon. He pulled out of her weeping cunt and dove in with his tongue.

N cried out his name, sweeter than any melody she had ever sung for him. Her body slumped on the bed. She sought for leverage, her hands fisting the pillows. As she felt her fingers grasping at reality, shadows weaved around her wrist and pinned them above her head.

Azriel watched his mate’s body collapse and crash at his ministrations. He dug his fingers into her thighs tearing them open. Her bright eyes pinched shut before she met his crazed ones. With her chest glistening with sweat, her neck reddening, and her teeth sinking into her wet, swollen lips, she came.

Watching her body shiver with every lick of the evening breeze, Azriel rid himself of his clothes. He leaned down to kiss her lips, but she stared dazed. He laughed and nipped at the insides of her bicep, clearing the fog in her mind. Her arms flushed red as blood rushed back. Her fingers twitched and his shadows trickled along them. She came alive with whines when he slipped his fingers inside her.

Her desire came in waves through the bond. A groan rose from his chest, a guttural rumble. Even after his transgressions, she only wanted more, more of him. N clenched around his fingers at the sound. Azriel chuckled darkly into her ear. N curled into herself and clenched again. A renewed glint came to his eyes as he stared into hers.

‘She likes my voice, does she now? I always wondered. . .’ He lowered himself between her legs again, his second haven, the first being her embrace. A series of soft ‘please’ escaped her but the lust in her eyes told a different story, the bond sang a different tune. And he chose to heed its calling.

He wrapped a hand around her thigh and pushed the other aside with his shoulder. He didn’t want to miss this one. It was no new knowledge. He always had his suspicions, years of practice in observing the unobserved. But to finally see it with his own eyes, he was desperate to witness it. He wanted it to be true, he prayed for it to be true.

The room was filled with nothing but N’s silent pleas. Her wetness glistened in the last lights of dusk promising him an elixir crafted just for him. A fresh wave of arousal rolled over her body. Azriel hummed, breathing in the scent.

‘So pretty,’ he exhaled. His eyes took in every flutter that invited him back. ‘You like being praised, don’t you?’ N moaned fighting against the shadows that held her hostage. Azriel pulled her close by her hip and inhaled—loud and deep—his nose almost touching her.

‘Always wet for me, eager for me.’ His voice softened, his taunts dying as if his anger was meant for N and not her cunt, ‘I missed you so much. I can tell you missed me too,’ he pressed his lips to her thigh, his eyes unwavering, ‘by the way you wrapped around me, by the way you swallowed me.’ His cock throbbed at his own words.

He rasped, ‘Look at you, teasing me. Do you want a kiss?’ He flattened a hand on her abdomen, his fingers stroking deliberate patterns. ‘My tongue, my fingers? Hmm?’ Her hip jerked up for more and he pressed a kiss to the arch above her clit.

'Azriel, please. I want more.'

‘So wanton, so needy.’ A wisp of shadow licked her entrance once and N closed her eyes. Her hips moved in tandem as if she could materialise what she needed out of thin air. ‘So beautiful.’ Azriel grazed a thumb along the junction where her leg met her hip. N fell back with a groan.

‘You want me, don’t you? You never lie to me,’ another kiss to her thigh, ‘You can’t lie. Unlike N,’ his eyes finally caught her desperate ones. For a moment, he almost felt tyrannical to let the wicked smile pull at his lips. N threw her head back and circled her hips again.

‘That’s it, pretty. Show me how you’d fuck me. Show me how beautiful you are.’ His tongue trailed a line alongside his thumb, ‘Come for me.’

Her legs went taut around his shoulders. Her toes dug into his back next to where his wing emerged from. When her stomach sank in, Azriel shoved two fingers inside and held it there as she unravelled with a choked moan.

Pure, perverse pride filled his chest as his mate bucked and thrashed at the impact. Azriel was sick—sick at heart, sick in his desires. He never denied it. But it hardly felt a sickness with N trembling with his fingers inside.

Having lived through the horrors he did and committed unspeakable sins over his lifetime, Azriel knew there was no absolution for him. Nor that he cared. He already had his heaven, right there, in front of him, basking in the afterglow of pure pleasure.

He nuzzled his nose into her thigh to steal a little more warmth from her exhausted body. He brushed his cheek against her, closing his eyes, savouring the moment before his primal need destroyed the only person he loved the most. He hummed satisfied, pressing the lightest of kisses to her skin, his pathetic attempt to atone for the wicked he unleashed upon her. His heart should cower in shame and guilt, yet it swelled with love and hunger.

His name, whispered once, tore his attention from his perverted thoughts. He never cared for what he was called. But in her sweet voice, a sacred chant uttered in the confines of their chamber, he liked no word more than his own name. His shadows answered her call, smoothed over her sweat-covered body apologising for their master’s sadism, burning her skin with their delicate coolness. Some mercy, for they were no better than him.

Azriel brushed a thumb along her cheek gathering her tears away, a tender kiss placed in their stead. He smiled like a gentle lover. He parted her lips with his fingers soaked in her essence and slid them past her teeth.

With hooded eyes, N looked up at the male who sought the remnants of her soul clinging to her body and sucked on the tips. Her tongue rivalled the wetness between her legs. She was a true seductress.

Azriel lapped at his fingers and the lips sheathing them alike, tasting her whole at once, embracing the insanity he fought to stave off for so long. Even when he slipped his fingers out of her mouth, even when he pressed his body onto hers, even when he lined himself to her welcoming heat, he didn’t break the kiss like her lips were his only tether to reality.

N stilled beneath him. Another tear slipped from the corner of her beautiful eyes. Azriel was cruel, but he was capable of loving his mate right. He wrapped a hand around her shoulder and smoothed a palm over her hip. He inched in slowly into her pulsing cunt, ‘Give me one more, love. Just one. For me?’

His mate, ever merciful, nodded. The adoration that flowed through the golden string between their hearts reflected in her eyes. ‘Please,’ she said breathlessly, ‘please, Azriel. I want to touch you.’

The one whose dangerous hands slit throats of the most feral of males and females with grace asked to touch him so sweetly. How could he deny anything to her?

His shadows didn’t wait for his instructions. They released her arms and slid over to the skin their master left unattended, staking their claim on her body. Azriel reined them back only to lose control again. She made him jealous of his own shadows, ones meant to serve him, ones who forgot their place around her.

A long sigh pulled his focus back to her. Too exhausted to hold him like she always did, N ran her hands along his sides. ‘I missed you.’

‘I missed you too.’ Azriel lifted her thigh higher and wrapped it around his waist ripping a whine from her throat. He did miss her. He missed everything about her. Her raw devotion to him, her pure heart, her unconditional love.

As he moved deeper and deeper still, he felt it. The echo of a song he knew too well, one of love and longing that kept them connected through the times of separation. Beyond the familiarity of its thrum, he recognised something else.

Like catching a flicker of light after being lost in the dark for long. Like the first time he gained control of the darkness he was born with. Like the first time he tasted his freedom. In her arms, everything made sense. His breaths strained.

Tears flowed freely from her eyes. ‘I missed you,’ There was a tremor in her voice. Azriel soothed her with his own declarations but she shook her head, ‘Don’t make me leave you again. Please, I can’t live like this anymore. I can’t, not without you.’

Azriel always believed he loved her more than she could love him in her lifetime. His petty display of jealousy and temper, a proof of his love. What an arrogant fool. His heart ached for failing to truly see his beloved’s feelings for him, how deep it ran in her veins, how it destroyed her while it breathed life into him.

He pulled her close, enveloping her in his comfort, and his wings draped around them.

‘Promise me, Azriel.’ She closed her eyes, ‘Please.’

‘I’m here now,’ he caressed her cheek. He left kisses on her forehead, eyes, cheeks, and finally on her lips. ‘I’m here. I’m with you, love. I’m here.’ And at those words, N let go one last time leading him to his release.

Azriel left his shaking mate in the bed with a kiss when he came back to his senses to draw a bath. He stood by the door of her bathroom and watched his shadows tickle the skin below her ear. A light chuckle escaped her lips as more chased her hand. It was a sight he was used to and missed dearly.

N smiled at him as he carried her in his arms. Her body shivered at the first touch as Azriel lowered her into the tub. She tugged at his wrist, and he joined in. She leaned her back into his chest and closed her eyes. The water washed her exhaustion away while his hands massaged her tender flesh. Her eyes struggled to stay open and she sank deeper against him. As he dried her tenderly after, she watched him with an easy smile.

Azriel carried her out to the bedroom and paused. Fresh sheets lined her bed. Sweet fragrance of jasmine lingered in the air. Lit candles stood on windows and her desk. Moonlight streamed past the drawn curtains. His shadows failed to notice, too lost in her as he was.

‘I told you they were watching,’ N said, her voice quiet and tired.

He eased her into the bed and pulled a blanket over her legs. He traced the marks of red on her stomach and between her breasts, marring her pristine skin—still a masterpiece—complete, perfect. ‘Do you think they’ll let me near you again after seeing what I’ve done?’ He couldn’t stop the smile that cruelly tugged at his mouth.

N groaned, throwing a hand over her eyes. ‘I’m pretty sure Mother Aarzu is already dissecting how you wrecked me for her next seduction lesson.’

‘Well then,’ Azriel laid beside her and pulled her to his chest, ‘I’m willing to contribute more to these lessons. They sound very necessary.’

She glared from behind her hand. ‘Mock all you want but your brothers are worse. I bet Rhysand was listening to your thoughts the whole time. And they are already planning on ways to taunt you.’

Azriel lifted a brow. He opened his mouth to defend his ability to guard his thoughts when his brother’s laughter echoed in his mind. ‘Your shields are pathetic when she’s around. They went down the moment her lips were on you.’ N flinched in his arms and he knew his brother invaded her mind as well for his next words, ‘Thanks for the show. Quite an. . .inspiration.’

N scoffed, ‘I don’t know why we do it behind closed doors.’ Her words had his mind conjure ideas already. A frown appeared between her brows. She looked at him sharply when she felt a hardness pressing into her hip, ‘We’re not doing that.’

Azriel laughed aloud. Something he hadn’t done in a while after he sent his mate away. ‘Anything my wife wants,’ he teased. He cradled her face against his chest and kissed her eye. ‘Anything you want.’

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arisuworld · 1 year

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SELF CONCEPT

Trust me when I say this, self concept is the only thing you need!! Be it for manifestation or be it for the void state. If your self concept is good then nothing can stop you from achieving the things you desire.

So, we all know how self concept is one of the biggest key to manifestation. How you view yourself in relation to the world around you is extremely important and can greatly affect how you manifest. But still, y'all choose to not improve your self concept. Which is why you're still failing.

Having a good self concept doesn't only mean "being confident". It's recognizing that you are the creator of your universe and that you're the god of your reality. It's recognizing how powerful you are and how nothing can stop you. You want a new house? Sweetheart, you already have it. You want billion dollars? Just say the word and it's yours!!

Knowing your power is the most powerful thing ever. If you know it, then you don't need methods, techniques, subliminals and hypnosis to manifest. You're all you need to manifest.

Now, changing self concept is not hard. Nothing is hard for god. All you have to do is change your negative thoughts to positive. Whenever you get a negative thought related to your manifestation, don't react, don't cry, don't be sad or angry. Don't let your negative thoughts take power over you. Just flip that bitch around and be like "no, i already have my desire because I'm the god of my reality". Once you start doing this, NOTHING CAN STOP YOU. If you improve your self concept, you won't have to stay still for hours or cry over your failed attempts because in your imagination, you ALREADY have it. Why would you cry over something you already have?

It is so relieving to have a good self concept. You may have doubts occasionally, that's normal. You're human after all. But they go away as quickly as they come because you know better. When the 3D shows the opposite, you don't panic or cry. You don't force yourself to do whatever method people are hyping up because you know you don't need it. You just overall feel more confident, calm and assured. It is a heavy and general feeling of knowingness. From that state you will no longer notice the lack, and you won't even need to remind yourself or do any techniques.

At last, Y'all need to stop sending hundreds asks to bloggers. Yes, they'll give you advice or guide you. But at the end of the day, all you need is YOU. Then why are you relying on others? You already know everything you need to know. Then why are you still lurking on Tumblr 24/7? Take a week off and start working on your self concept. I promise you, it's not a waste of time. It's so worth it because all you need is this. You don't need methods and different techniques. All you need is a good self concept.

If you're still not convinced or being lazy to work on your self concept. All I will say is, You're never going to get your desires or desired life and YOU WILL HAVE NO ONE TO BLAME BUT YOURSELVES!!

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lovebvni · 2 months

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intuitive messages pac !!

THIS IS FROM 2023!! BE FOREWARNED

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[ 🖊 ] created ⋮ 7.31.23

[ ] published ⋮ 7.31.23

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┊ ⋆ welcome to my blog !

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hello earthlings, its been a while since i've done a pac, mainly because of MANY personal issues - but thats not important. i thought for a while and went back to my old pac's and i found an older one i made and i remembered, my intuition is just as powerful as ever - so why do i need tarot cards now?

today i'm just going to have 10 messages/sentences the universe wants you to hear. they can be specific or general. remember, take everything can be taken with a grain of salt, and your future can be changed. you are in control.

now please, find your inner peace, connect to your soul.

understand these messages were meant to find you, and see what is left for you.

inhale, exhale, and pick a pile

Pile 1 - Watching

confirmation :

procrastinating, pushing things off, turning the other cheek, tumblr, the colour purple (show or the actual colour), spacing out, spirits, double meaning, two faced, gemini, hidden meanings/words, red eyes (tired, puffy), burnt out, music, 'good night, sleep tight, don't let the demons fight.', the letter s, sharks, 'the grass is greener'.

side note : the month of august (summer in general) be significant for your shifting/spiritual journey.

Your messages

1. Why would you wait when you could just grab at it? It's right there. Don't let it rot.

2. "Hello? Are you there, listening? Listen to me. I'm here to help. I promise." (this could be an inner voice or a spirit guide)

3. Be your own boss. Keep going.

4. Pass on to the next step (Death to life)

5. You know what's there, talk to it. "I wont hurt you."

6. Listen, don't speak.

7. Let it go. Be like Elsa, don't let it bother you anymore.

8. Mind, Body and Soul. You're in harmony. Use it to your advantage.

9. Advise and criticize. And use the same techniques on yourself.

10. Peace and love. You deserve it. You know you do. And you will find it, soon.

Pile 2 - Renew

conformation :

saiki k, giving up, letting go, leaving things behind, mental overload, 'Jesus fucking Christ', jealous, letting go of that person, shadow work, yellow, outlook, aries, the moon, big lips, 333, the number 3.

Your messages

1. Bite down. Let it flow into your veins, your soul, your spirit. Its part of you now.

2. Is it a real worry, or just something from your past you don't want to let go of?

3. Jail. Time to rest. Now.

4. Eat and care for your physical body. You can't idolize shifting. You're not getting anywhere doing that.

5. Look in the mirror - no. Not at the past. At who you are now. Who you've become.

6. You have the balls. Go fucking do it.

7. Don't accept the truth from other people, find and make your own. That's what they see, not what you know.

8. Her claws. Her teeth. She's manipulating you. Let her go. Rip away from her. She's wasting your time, energy and draining your soul.

9. "I DO love you. That doesn't mean I'll let you hurt yourself."

10. I am watching. Always. In your good times and bad. I'm here for you. Just ask for help.

Pile 3 - Love

confirmation :

wrist and elbow, jumpscares/ being scared, saturn, planets, fnaf, cycles, broken cycles, love watch, soulmate reuniting, mha (lmao bro idek at this point), drawing, heartache, feeling lonely, barbie, hip dips, trios.

1. Wake up from that dream and make it a reality, you know what you have to do, so go do it.

2. "Beg for my mercy." - This had a VERY sexual undertone... Obviously from a dominant partner or something

3. 'Hello again, my friend! What do you have to tell me now?"

4. You know that thing you asked for? Yeah. It's coming. Keep your eyes pealed (for some I heard it's even coming tomorrow!)

5. Sit in silence, you know what it is. You hear the voices.

6. Pack your bags and go.

7. Grab on, I'll lead you to where you need to be.

8. Don't chase what you're attracting, that will only lead to disaster. (A manifestation you wanted is coming, this is basically saying don't overwork and beat yourself up over it. It's coming and nothing will stop it.)

9. Nature is your friend. Go out and ground yourself. Lay in the grass, smell the rain.

10. If you want to learn, you need the knowledge. Search for what you want to find. You can see it. Ask around. You'll find it. Look, look, look, search, look look, search, find.

I hope this pac resonated for everyone! remember, this will find you when you need it, take what relates, leave what doesnt. remember you are in charge of your future.

i love you. new things are coming.

dont give up.

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magniloquent-raven · 11 days

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I'm getting distracted from my current projects by someone else's post again someone tell me to stop going on tumblr while I have WIPs lmfao

@rosetterer this isn't EXACTLY what you posted about but it does get there in the end

Twenty-four hours has never seemed like such an insurmountably long time.

Buck's had long shifts before, the boring ones when he'd stare at the alarms on the wall, willing them to go off—he can picture Maddie's disappointed scowl if she ever found out about that, but he swears he was only hoping for something small and harmless to break up the monotony—and the busy ones. Ones that leave his ears ringing with phantom sirens by the end. Those days only ever seem long in retrospect, when he's bone-tired and trying to remember all the names he asked for.

But now every shift seems to find new and shittier ways to be gruelling. Eddie's miserable and trying to act like he isn't. There's this weird, uncomfortable tension brewing between Hen and Chim. Ravi got himself transferred to B shift—probably to get away from Gerrard, and Buck can't exactly blame him, but he sort of does anyway and their new probie is terrible, and... then there's Gerrard.

Like, Buck already knew he was a piece of work, but. Knowing and experiencing are two very different things. He could barely stand keeping his mouth shut at the medal ceremony when he met the man for five seconds, and now he has to put up with him making smug, belittling comments towards all his friends, all the time. Constantly needing to remind himself he doesn't want to get fired is actually killing him.

It doesn't help that every so often he'll remember Tommy's offhand Captain Gerrard was like having the dad I already had, with a pang as he wonders what exactly Tommy grew up with. What parts of Gerrard's condescending tyranny were familiar to him. Phillip Buckley may not have been father of the year, but maybe never being looked directly at was better than being raised neck deep in toxic waste.

Every time he remembers he gets the urge to pull out his phone and call Tommy up just to... he doesn't even know. Just to hear his voice, maybe. Know if he's doing okay.

Another reason work days seem so long now, if he's being honest. He's always counting down the hours until he can see Tommy again. Like a kid on the last day of school, watching the clock tick closer and closer to summer vacation.

So, of course, right near the end of a particularly busy shift, Gerrard gets them all lined up for a lecture about how sloppy that last save was. Everyone did something wrong, and everyone needs to hear about all the ways they could have gotten someone killed, like they don't all know how risky the job is already.

By the time he's finished telling Chim it's a miracle he managed to convince anyone to let him out on calls, Buck is clenching his jaw hard enough to make his teeth ache.

"I'm sure Captain Soft-Touch loved telling you all it was okay to be mediocre, and that you were trying your best," Gerrard sneers at them all, waving a dismissive hand at very idea of Bobby's captaincy. "But the coddling ended when he retired. Sparing your feelings is going to get people killed. Diaz!" He shouts, abrupt, turning on his heel towards Eddie. Eddie doesn't flinch, but Buck does.

"Yes, sir?" He's coolly polite, and his face is carefully blank, but his posture is tense.

"If I ever catch you checking your phone at a scene again, I'll make sure you're mopping floors for the rest of your life."

Eddie's expression hardens. It was a fender-bender and Eddie didn't even touch his phone until everyone was accounted for and packed into the ambulance. "It was a text from my son. Sir." His tone veers a little to the left of polite.

"I don't care if it was from the goddamn Pope, when you're in the field your focus stays on scene. Next time your brat needs something tell him to go cry to his mother about it."

This time when Buck flinches, everyone else in line does too. Hen bites down on a grimace. Chim hisses quietly through his teeth.

"I can't do that," Eddie says flatly. "What with her being dead and all."

The firehouse is silent for a long, horrible moment. That might've taken the wind out of any decent person's sails, Buck thinks. At the very least most people would've retreated into awkwardness and ended the lecture entirely.

Gerrard's brow pinches angrily. "Don't get smart with me, Diaz."

Buck's not sure it's possible to hate someone more than he hates their new captain right now.

"I don't care about your little sob story excuses, I care that you're sloppy and distracted. If you can't handle the job and the kid, drop one of them."

Oh, he was wrong.

He hates this man so much he's choking on it, it's clogging his throat like bile and he's running out of strength to care that he shouldn't spit it out, spew it everywhere and ruin everything just for the chance of hurting this man in the process. He feels like his skin is bursting at the seams.

Eddie's biting the inside of his cheek, rage and sorrow warring silently on his face.

And Buck breaks. Bursts. "Hey, Captain, that's—"

"Can it, Buckley," Gerrard cuts him off before he can even start. It's not angry, it's not anything, he brushes Buck off like he's an annoying fly buzzing in his ear, barely worth glancing at for the two seconds it takes to tell him he doesn't care. "You're all dismissed. Get out of my sight."

Some of them flee, scurrying to their lockers, the kitchen, anywhere but here. A couple of people throw backwards glances before they walk away. Hen and Chim exchange grim looks. Eddie disappears out the back door in an angry haze. And Buck...

Buck feels. Empty. Small. Like he cut himself open trying to relieve the pressure and now there's just nothing left. No one to patch up the wound, and no reason for any of it, he didn't make an impact, he didn't help anyone, he stood there listening to his friends get degraded, and now—now he's feeling sorry for himself?

It's stupid. He's stupid. He feels like shit because, what, because he didn't get yelled at? Because his piece of shit captain took a break from implying he's a disgusting pervert?

He thinks himself in circles about it his whole way home, the pit in his stomach getting a little deeper every time he tries to will it away.

He's wallowed himself halfway through a six-pack, staring sightlessly at his TV, by the time his front door opens.

"Evan?"

One of the knots in his chest loosens. "Yeah," he calls out, not bothering to sound less pathetic than he is. "In here."

"Hey." Tommy's stopped next to the stairs, eyeing him. His gaze is assessing, but his tone is soft. He's always so careful with Buck. "Bad day?"

Buck takes another sip of his beer. Shrugs.

"Ah, one of those."

The couch cushions dip as Tommy takes a seat next to him. He's close enough that Buck doesn't have to look at him to know he's there. There's warmth radiating off him. The woodsy scent of his aftershave. Buck presses their knees together, and exhales properly for the first time in hours.

He knows he could talk about whatever he wants and Tommy would let him. He's waiting for Buck to take the lead here. Buck could avoid the issue entirely and decide to talk about anything. The fact that he can't really tell the difference between the fancy beer Tommy insists is better than the crap Buck's drinking right now. The documentary about bees he's pretending to watch. The goddamn weather.

What comes out of his mouth is a quiet, "I feel like an idiot."

Tommy pulls the beer bottle out of Buck's loose grip, puts it down next to the couch, and then takes Buck's hand in both of his. "Why?"

Buck scrubs at his eyes. "I..." He catalogues the tiny scars on Tommy's knuckles. Two, three, little dots on his index finger. A lopsided vee on his thumb. "Something happened at work."

"Did Gerrard say something to you?" There's an edge to Tommy's question, something sharp and flinty. It makes Buck's heart do dumb little somersaults.

"No." He stops, shame burning his cheeks. "Not. Not to me. That's... He was lecturing everybody, and I..."

"Evan." Tommy grips his chin, firmly, gently, guiding Buck's face until he looks him in the eye. There's a sympathetic twist to his mouth. "Tell me."

He does. As best he can when it feels like what's didn't happen is more important, and he can barely put into words why that is. But trying helps, a little. Trying to whittle it down into an explanation forces him to look at the whole of it, and realize it's not looming over him anymore.

Maybe it's just Tommy's hands on him, soothing the hurt away.

"I dunno. Feels like I could have done something differently, maybe"

Tommy hums, tilting his head in acknowledgement. "You could've."

Buck winces.

"But it wouldn't have turned out any better."

Oh.

A flower blooms on the TV, purple and white petals reaching for the sun. Buck toys with Tommy's fingers, and shifts his leg closer, hooking their ankles together.

"It felt so shitty," he mutters.

"I know."

He would, wouldn't he. Buck gets that pang in his chest again, and he pushes the rest of the way into Tommy's space. Tommy wraps his arms around him, and drops a kiss into his curls, seemingly content to let Buck situate himself however he wants.

He kind of wishes Tommy wasn't still wearing jeans, but asking him to take his pants off might send the wrong message.

"You don't think I'm, like...a bad friend, right?" He cringes his way through the question.

"No." Tommy responds matter-of-factly and without hesitation. Then the corner of his mouth twitches. "I think you're a very good boy."

Buck's entire head feels like it's on fire. A grin starts to creep across his face. It might be the first time he's smiled all day. "Oh, yeah?"

"Mhm."

Maybe he should ask Tommy to take his jeans off after all.

#911 abc #911 show #bucktommy #bucktommy fic #dailykinley #evan buckley #a raven's writing desk #this got away from me a little bit

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dunmeshichilchuck · 3 months

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For That One Guy on Tumblr, part 3

Chilchuck x !fem !halffoot reader

@dunmeshimeshi @leguink

Approximately 10 minutes later your optimism floated away with your appetite while you stared down at what looked like a lamb chop in abject horror.

"You've been eating WHAT??!!"

Laois looked all too enthused. "They're good! I promise! Just try some!"

Marcille backed him up. "Yeah I know it seems weird but it really is very tasty!"

Almost reflexively, you looked at the other halffoot in the room. Was this some kind of prank they were playing? Were they actually criminals consigned to live down here for the rest of time? Was this...actually safe?

He seemed to somewhat understand your unspoken questions. He nodded and shrugged. "It's what's gotten us to this floor. Otherwise we wouldn't have been able to buy and pack enough food."

He picked up his fork and took a bite. "Mmmm Senshi this is really good!"

Everyone else followed suit, and even though you figured they were playing it up for your benefit, it did seem like they were genuinely enjoying it. You watched Chilchuck carefully, and when he didn't seem to be doubling over and dying, and at the insistent prodding of Laois, you tried a tentative bite.

It was, unfortunately, amazing. Probably the best meat you'd ever had in your life. Once started your hunger took over and you started to scarf down the food.

Someone grabbed your fork and you glanced up angrily to see Chilchuck looking concerned, along with the rest of the party members.

"If you eat it that quickly you'll throw it back up, and then it'll just be a net loss." He said brusquely. "Especially with our smaller stomaches resurrection hunger can be difficult to remedy safely."

You knew THAT, you weren't fucking stupid. Just it'd been so long since you'd had good food, and you were so hungry...

Senshi looked chagrined "aaahhhh I should have thought of that! My apologies young lady, I'll make you some broth you can drink slowly."

You scowled. "I can handle a little meat! And I'm fucking starving!"

Chilchuck scowled right back and summarily yanked your plate from you. "Don't be stupid, if your stomach explodes from overeating we'll just have to ressurect you again, and that'd be a waste of time and mana."

You briefly contemplated how difficult it would be to get the plate back, but your knife was in a neat pile with the remnants of your clothes and you were weak from hunger. Seeming to read your mind, Chilchuck firmly placed the plate to the side out of your reach, along with his own.

You scowled at him angrily, but were distracted by Senshi pushing a delicious smelling bowl into your hands.

"There you go! Whipped you up just a quick broth. Drink that SLOWLY now, and then you can probably have a bit of meat."

You took one sip and then chugged the whole bowl, gasping for breath between every few gulps. Your stomach screamed at you insistently. You NEEDED this you HAD to have it.

A few minutes later you, thankfully, barely, made it outside to vomit up the contents of your stomach into the snow outside instead of all over your clean clothes.

As you retched into the snow you heard the opening to the sauna pull back and Chilchuck say "you see? This would have been a lot worse if you'd had solid food in you. Come back inside once you're done and we can try again."

You weakly told him to fuck off, and he just snorted a bit and popped back inside.

You walked back inside already ready to be on the defensive, you'd just wasted perfectly good food after all. But Senshi just beckoned you over with some more broth and a spoon. "Now take one bite, and then count to 3, and then another bite, and you should be able to keep this down."

you sat there and slowly, determinedly, got the whole bowl down without losing control or throwing up again.

Once you finished, Senshi smiled broadly. "Very good! Now lets give it a couple hours and you should be able to drink some more! This was just a quick preparation, but I'll go make you some actual soup that'll still be easy on the stomach!"

You watched Senshi happily start to cook again in bemusement.

You sat down next to Chilchuck against the wall and said in a low voice. "Is he....always like that?"

"What, obsessed with cooking? Yeah no he loves it. Laois is the same but with monsters, and then Marcille is weird about magic. Weird magic too." He cast a furtive glance at Marcille, who seemed to be happily occupied in mending some article of clothing. "Izutzumi just kinda hangs out but she doesn't do anything she doesn't want to do."

You nodded thoughtfully, digesting the information.

"And are they...." You paused, considering how to ask this. "They seem to treat you....well."

Chilchuck scoffed. "Ah times have changed since you were frozen, the union's helped with that. Contracts are hammered out in advance and they have to stick to it no matter what. I get paid in advance, I don't fight, I'm not bait, and I have an equal say in the party. Anything less and I'm out of here."

You nodded again. That was good. That was very good. Having another halffoot to travel with was going to be great. Just one issue....you didn't have a contract with this party.

#chilchuck x reader #chilchuck #chilchuck tims #dungeon meshi

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lemoniiiiiii · 2 months

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when he's home

(evan peters x fem!reader)

inspired by: a fic on ao3 that i cannot find for the LIFE of me, will update if i do find it :'(

- summary: your husband evan comes home in the middle of the night from a long work trip.

- content: good ol' wholesome vanilla smut, p in v, yk the regular (?) stuff (btw i'm not good at writing smut srry), very slight angst, pregnant!reader (early pregnancy, NOT A KINK just a plot point)

a/n: not proofread, this is my first evan fic PLUS my first fic on tumblr so i do apologize for any posting etiquette mistakes and/or just an overall shitty fic!

evan dropped his bags by the door, careful to not make much noise as he immediately headed up the stairs. he was downright exhausted, but excited to hold you in his arms after a month apart. the european press tour for his latest film just ended and he only had a few days off before having to hop on another plane, so there was no time to waste.

as evan turned the doorknob to your shared bedroom he halfway hoped you'd be awake. he could imagine the sight: you curled up in bed in his t-shirt, still scrolling away on your phone despite how late it was. you'd probably have a snack too from the stash in your end table that you thought he didn't know about (but he did). a soft chuckle exited his lips at his thoughts and he walked in to (almost) the exact view his mind had conjured up.

you were in bed, and curled up in one of his favorite t-shirts -- but you were asleep. evan approached your still body, admiring the soft snores emanating from you. oh how he missed that sound.

considering the phone in your hand it was safe you say you fell asleep using it (which made the "lovrhd yuo missssxcym youuuy" text he had last received from you make much more sense). when he gently took it and plugged it in to charge, you stirred in bed, brows furrowing.

"welcome home" you mumbled, eyes still closed.

"hi baby," he replied in a whisper before kissing your forehead. a smile was evident in his voice which made you smile in return. you opened your eyes to see him leaning over you, a stupidly joyous grin plastered on his face. "and baby..."

you both looked down at your abdomen. a rush of feelings hit you as you were reminded of the reality you were going to be parents.

"how are you.... two?" you both laughed at his clunky delivery. "is it weird to say it like that?-"

you swiftly sat up and sweetly brought your lips to his. evan's stubble tickled your face which made you grin even wider, if that was possible.

"i missed you.." evan breathed between kisses, his voice filled with desire.

"i missed you too- so fucking much..." your hand reached his cheek and he leaned into your touch, putting his large hand over yours. the way he looked at you, completely and utterly in love, made your heart melt.

you hoped he knew you felt the same exact way.

"to answer your question," you began. "we're doing very well. i made an ultrasound appointment for tomorrow morning but look-"

you lifted your shirt to your chest and laid back.

there it was. well, kinda.

your stomach protruded slightly, only a little more than whenever you got bloated, but it was firm.

evan stared.

you chuckled at his reaction. "i told you your pull out game is weak as hell, but you just never listen do you?" you teased.

he laughed in response, shaking his head as he leaned down to give you a long and deep kiss. seeing you like this- with your bump, proof of your child's existence- was overwhelming, but in the best way possible.

"i love you... i love you.." evan whispered again and again while lightly taking your chin in his hand. he moved your head around while placing small pecks all over your face, making you giggle. his kisses were somewhat sloppy and wet, exposing the underlying neediness in his romantic affection.

"i love you too baby..." you pouted.

evan moved to your stomach and gave it a few soft kisses as well. you wouldn't be surprised if this was all he was going to do for the next couple of months. you wouldn't mind either.

he laid beside you, one arm propping up his head, the other reaching over to grip your side, rubbing it with his thumb. there was a pensive look on his face as he returned to staring at your bump. you could tell he was trying to hide it, but it was obvious something was definitely bothering him. normally you would've spoken up about it, but you wanted to give him the space to speak on his own time.

"i can't believe i have to leave you again..." evan muttered.

ah... that's right. in a few days he would be gone again, while you stayed behind to work on your own projects. the timing of everything was frustrating for the both of you.

you ran your fingers through his dark curls as you spoke. his shoulders relaxed a bit at your touch. "it's only for a couple more weeks-"

"i don't wanna miss anything"

"i know but, it's early... not much is going on anyway-"

"still, i wanna be there for you-"

"you already are" you reassured him. he always worried if he was doing enough, if you were happy, even though he always went above and beyond to meet your wants and needs. it pained you that these thoughts plagued him. "evan, it's not forever.. you'll be back before you know it"

your husband looked up at you with an exhale. he knew you were right, and was appreciative of how easily you were able to bring him down to earth. he took your hand off his head to kiss your knuckles individually, his lips lingering longer on your wedding ring. beginning at your hand, he kissed up to your elbow, before bringing his thigh over and straddling you. with his body hovering over you, you couldn't help but turn into a blushing mess. evan took this as the perfect opportunity to tease you.

"mrs. peters..." he said with a sultry and endearing cadence. "what would i do without you?"

addressing you like that always short-circuited your brain despite the fact you had already been married for 4 years and evan knew this very well.

"oh fuck off..." you smiled, looking away from him.

"woah, language... we've gotta get a handle on that mouth of yours. can't be cursing around the babe" he joked and pat your stomach.

you turned back and pulled him towards you desperately, hands roaming his neck and the curls at the back of his head. your tongue dove deep into his mouth, soft moans escaping your lips from time to time. your legs bent and unbent, squirming under your husband's dominant position. you knew what was coming next but you didn't know in what way and your mind was going crazy flashing explicit images in your head of how evan was going to take you. to say you were aroused was an understatement.

one of evan's hands went from caressing your hips to underneath his your shirt, cupping a handful of the soft flesh of your chest. you winced, having forgotten the new sensitivity of your breasts. evan pulled back, looking at you with slight concern.

"i'm okay, i'm okay, just a bit sensitive keep going-"

he hesitated but took your word for it and continued massaging, albeit much more gentle. your underwear's fabric went over his hand as he went to grope your bare ass, revelling in its malleability.

"hey, are you sure it's-" evan said as he hooked his fingers around the waistband of your panties.

"yeah it's fine-" you answered quickly, untying the drawstring of his sweats. "i asked my gyno"

having your approval, he tapped your sides signaling you to lift your hips, removing your bottoms and placing a pillow beneath you for comfort. you returned the favor, pulling down his sweatpants and briefs in one swift motion. evan took two fingers and slowly slid them repeatedly through your soaked folds, gently squeezing your clit with the two digits instead of just running over it.

"shit..." he mumbled under his breath. the fact you were already so excited for him contributed greatly to his own arousal.

"who needs to watch their mouth now?" you breathed out with a smirk.

evan's eyes crinkled as he realized his mistake and let out a chuckle. "remind me to make a swear jar later today" he now stood on his knees in between your legs. pumping his length, he readjusted himself to line up with your center before pausing to look down at you. "let me know if it's uncomfortable or something doesn't feel right and I'll stop-"

it was adorable to you that he still harbored concern for you after you told him it would be okay, but you had an almost feral desire that needed to be satiated.

"baby... i need you to fuck my brains out" you said with desperate laugh. your hormones were haywire and it had been about a month since you last had sex. you needed this.

"okay my bad" evan laughed once again then thrust himself into you.

the sound of both your groans filled the room as he bottomed out and began bucking his hips. wanting to be close to you, he buried his face into the crook of your neck, his gasps muffled by your skin. the feeling of him inside you was addicting for sure and your body moved against him naturally, accentuating the pleasure. you could tell he was careful not to put too much of his weight onto your stomach.

"i missed you so much...needed you..god.. so good.. i love you..." the string of sweet nothings whispered into your ear between his moans made your body quiver. you wrapped your trembling legs around his waist while your arms tugged at the hem of his shirt, trying to take it off. evan helped you, removing it within a second and throwing it god knows where.

you were reminded of his tired state as his thrusts were rough and inconsistent. nevertheless they were filled with love and kind of exactly what you wanted from him. being the sweet man he is he was never really rough (at least at his current age, you both were a little crazy when you were younger) unless you really asked him to.

your voice became shaky as you quickly began to reach your peak. "fuck- evan!" you cried out in pleasure.

evan's whole body shuddered in response to your whimpers, his need for you only growing. his movements were more intense now and you were sure he was close as well.

you returned to kissing him in a passionate daze, your hands going anywhere on him your body could touch. a few more deep thrusts pushed you over the edge and your entire body shook as your lips gave a shaky wail. not too long after evan spilled into you. he began to lay on top of you in his exhaustion before correcting himself and rolling to your side.

"...you okay?" he asked in a soft tone, as he does every time.

"mmm.. fan-fucking-tastic" you murmured and turned to put your head down on his chest.

evan wrapped his arm around you, bringing you into a gentle embrace, instinctively rubbing your bump. being in his arms was the best feeling in the world. he loved to keep you close and cuddled up against him while he caressed your body. that's when he found you the most beautiful-- just as yourself. he kissed your forehead tenderly, looking down into your lovely eyes as he pulled away. you noticed he was smiling again. then broke into an adorable chuckle.

"what?" you asked, his laughter contagious.

"i'm just so happy baby..."

"me too..."

you cuddled him tighter and you both fell fast asleep, bodies intertwined, a little part of both of you sandwiched between you.

(this is such a clunky nothing burger of a fic grrr i'm sorry)

#hes so babygirl #there needs to be more fics about actor evan idk #also?? he's such dilf material someone needs to write dad!evan fics because the scraps i get from a from few kit walker fics are not enough #writeblr #evan peters #ahs #evan peters x female reader #evan peters x y/n #evan peters imagine #evan peters fandom #evan peters fanfic #smut #evan peters smut #writers on tumblr #american horror story #if you noticed i reposted this no you didn't

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thefallennightmare · 10 months

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Just Pretend-five

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Parings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: Again, this chapter means so much! Please take the time to really enjoy it, its a long one.

Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)

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NOAH

"Wait, he called her that?" Jolly asked as he leaned forward while resting his elbows on his knees.

Malcolm gave us a weak smile. "It's not the worst thing he's called her."

My knee bounced with agitation as I sat on the couch of our bus with Jolly on one side of me and Nick on the other. A while ago, Malcolm and Chase came knocking on our bus wanting to talk to us about what happened last night. We were already in the next city and spent the morning in our respective buses until recently. Chase was really worried about Y/N and needed to talk to us about it.

"Steven said it was pretty bad," Folio said from his spot at the kitchen table area, twirling a drumstick between his fingers.

Chase and Malcolm, who were sitting next to each other on the couch opposite of us, shared a look before Chase let out a deep breath.

"You guys have to promise you won't tell her you know? She's already so broken inside, the last thing she needs is knowing you all know what happened."

My burning gaze was trained hard on the floor at my feet as I fiddled with the bracelets on my wrists, anger sitting in a festering bubble low in my stomach. Chase and Malcolm haven't even told us what was said last night and I'm already trying to hold myself back from confronting Trey.

"Noah," Malcolm's usual playful voice was gone; filled with so much coldness and despair.

I snapped my eyes up to him, jaw clenched hard. "What?"

"I don't know what you said to her yesterday but I haven't seen her that bright and vibrant in so fucking long. She was beaming, man. She felt so good about herself that she wore something she knew would piss Trey off. You did that."

Chase stood up and walked past me to grab a beer from the fridge but not before giving me a pat on the back which in turn caused a small smile to slip as I nodded.

"You don't understand how much your friendship with her means to us. All we ask is if you guys remain in her life after this, which would be good for her, please don't hurt her." He said with a serious tone.

"I promise," I said. "Now, what else did Trey say?"

Chase popped open the beer, downing half of it in one go, and fell onto the couch again with a groan.

"Trey told her to go change. She stood up for herself or tried to, anyway. He called her a two-dollar whore that was only dressing like that to impress Noah."

Jolly dared a glance at me but I kept my gaze trained ahead at Chase, not wanting to deal with Jolly's questions right now.

"Trey belittled her into believing that without him, she would have nothing; no band, no friends."

Malcolm hesitated as he spoke. "Trey called her a waste of a hole. To quote him directly. "Your mouth is the only thing you're good for and even then you're pathetic.""

My face gave nothing away, almost blank, even though I was biting the inside of my cheek, and my voice was almost monotone. "What did she say to that?"

"Nothing," Chase sighed. "She shut down, Noah. Almost in a catatonic state as she stood there and let him pick apart everything he thought was wrong with her."

"You guys have only been around for part of this but us," Malcolm bumped his knee with Chase. "We've been here since day one and have seen how much she's changed. She was going to move in with us in Los Angeles but Trey won't let her. He keeps her in Vegas because he doesn't want her to live with anyone that's not him."

"Why won't she leave?" Bryan asked as he leaned against the door that led to the bunks. He'd been quiet the whole time, just listening.

"You don't know what it's like to be with someone who drains you," I muttered.

Nick was the only one who heard because he rubbed my shoulder, understanding exactly what I meant.

"She's our sister," Chase said with a broken voice. "We just want her back."

All of us were silent, letting the words hang in the air, until after a few long moments, Folio spoke up.

"We should go do something. Get her out of the bus so she's not sitting inside her own mind."

Everyone agreed, and while they discussed different things to do, I motioned to Hollow Souls bus. "Is Trey there?"

"No," Chase shook his head. "He has a radio interview so he'll be gone all day."

"Good."

As their voices faded in the background, I peered out the window of the bus to let myself calm down. I didn't want to let the others know how upset I was right now. Hearing what Trey said to Y/N and learning she didn't do anything to stop it made the anger vibrate through me. I knew it wasn't her fault; I knew all too well you couldn't blame yourself for the way others treat you.

Jesse once made a joke about how we’re shit at showing our feelings. That much is true, but when Y/N's within any distance of me or even miles apart, my feelings can’t help but bleed out. I still don’t know how to express this which only makes it fester more than it needs to only because it’s new. I hate getting attached- not since that time all those years ago. Especially when people come, eat & leave.

My biggest fear? I didn't like how much control she had over me. I've always been in control.

I’m in control, I’m in control.

The words repeated in my mind like a mantra.

Another thought that kept me up the last few nights: Am I really sitting here just waiting to have my heart ripped out of me?

Is Y/N worth the potential heartbreak down the road when the moment comes of choosing Trey over me?

I let out a long deep breath at that thought. It wasn't like we were in a relationship and I was going to make her choose so why was I so worried about the heartbreak.

Suddenly I wished Jesse was here so I could talk to him about this. His first question would be:

What’s the point of any of this?

Well shit, I don’t know now. I thought I did in the beginning but now, who the fuck knows.

Is this what love is? My mind is being ripped to shreds feelings of being led to death? What I knew of it was that I don’t know any peace without her.

I think…I think I'm fucked.

Movement from outside caught my eye, and I watched Y/N stepped onto the concrete beneath her, long hair flowing over her shoulders as the wind brushed over her. Affection and adrenaline surged through me as I shot up from the couch and bounded down the stairs of the bus doing my best to keep quiet.

It was an overcast day, the suns' rays barley breaking through the thick clouds but it was just enough to create a glow around Y/N. Almost an angelic aura.

My angel.

She didn't notice I was standing a few feet from her since she was in her own thoughts so I took this as an opportunity for our day of fun to start.

"What the fuck?"

She squealed with laughter when I snuck up behind her and lifted her in my arms, her legs dangling in the air. Her body twisted and turned until I had her thrown over my shoulder, arms smacking at my back.

"Noah! Put me down!"

I readjusted my hat, the one she almost knocked off, and let out a little laugh. "Not going to happen, angel. You can smack my back all you want, I'm not letting you go."

Her smacks to my back stopped, but she continued to squirm in my arms while I carried her over to my bus.

"Please, I'm way too heavy for you to carry me."

My feet nearly tripped over each other as I came to a sudden halt and gently let her down to stand in front of me. Immediately I noticed the dark circles under her eyes and how red the whites of her eyes were.

Fuck, she'd been crying.

"Don't say that," I said while slowly shaking my head.

Her shoulders fell. "Noah, I'm tired. I want-.What are you doing?! PUT ME DOWN!"

Her screams echoed throughout the parking lot as I scooped her up again, this time bridal style, and carried her the rest of the distance to my bus where Malcom was sitting on the last step, typing away on his phone.

"Everything alright?" He asked with a chuckle.

I set Y/N down again and she made quick work to fix her hair out of her face before hitting me with a very playful glare.

"Cute look, angel." I mused with a smile.

Malcolm shook his head with a chuckle before retreating up the stairs to our bus, leaving the two of us alone. My fingers fiddled with my bracelets as nerves away at me. This wasn't the first time we were alone with each other but every time we were, she had this effect on me.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

Her soft voice broke me out of the trance she always put me under but I recovered fast by lifting one shoulder in a half shrug, lazily smile playing at my lips.

"You look good today; I can't help it."

A deep red hue brushed over her cheeks as she averted her gaze from my face down to her feet as she shifted on them.

"You're just saying that. I'm still wearing my sweats from last night," her voice was quiet but I could still hear the defeat behind it.

I took a step towards her. "What do I have to do to prove it to you, angel?"

My name fell from her lips as she finally gazed up at me and I went to reach for her hand, our pinky's brushing against each other, Bryan's loud voice called down from the bus as he stepped off of it.

"Matt's letting us borrow the crew's van but made us promise not to get any sand inside of it. It's a bitch to vacuum." Bryan mimicked in a high voice that sounded nothing like Matt.

"We leave in ten minutes."

He gave me a look as I nearly jumped back from Y/N and stuffed my hands deep into the pockets of my jeans, giving Bryan a nod.

"We'll be ready to go. I just have to grab a few things."

Y/N raised a brow between us. "Where are you guys going?"

Chase came out of the bus next and threw an arm over her shoulders. "We are going to be spending the day at the beach; all of us."

She tensed in his embrace. "What about-?"

"No, do not worry about him. We planned this day for you. So, go get dressed and meet back at the van in five minutes," Chase pushed her towards their bus.

She scoffed playfully, the brightness slowly returning to her eyes. "What if I said I was already dressed?"

Bryan snickered as he noticed how Chase stiffened before trying to explain himself.

"I'm just fucking with you," Y/N patted his cheek. "Give me ten minutes."

As she walked away, I couldn't help myself as I watched her with a fervent gaze before her form disappeared from my line of sight.

"You're staring," Chase mentioned.

"Yea, I know," I sighed before running up to the bus to grab the few things I wanted to bring with today.

NICK R.

By the time I got to the van, there were only a few spots left open. Bryan sat behind the wheel while Malcolm sat in the front seat. In the middle, Folio sat in the section row directly in the middle seat while Jolly sat in the back with Chase. Suddenly my mind whirled with an idea, a smirk crossing my face.

"Jolly and Chase, swap with Folio," I rushed out when I noticed Noah walking up to the van.

Folio gave me a look. "Why?"

"Dude, just do this. Before Y/N gets here." I hurried the three of them to swap places.

"The back is tight enough already. Now you have Noah back here with his long legs he's going to be taking up the entire space," Folio grumbled.

Jolly snickered while him and Chase now sat in the middle section of the van while Folio reluctantly sat on the farthest seat in the back. "I know what you're planning, Nick."

Hoping into the empty spot next to him, I raised my hands innocently. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Noah walked up to the open door of the van with his backpack slung over his shoulder and scoffed when he noticed which seats were left open.

"You assholes are really sticking the tallest one here in the back?" He groaned while climbing into the back of the van.

"You'll thank me later," I smirked wickedly while nodding towards Y/N who emerged from Hollow Souls.

Noah sucked in a breath as he took in the sight of her.

NOAH

Fuck. She's breathtaking.

Her outfit was simple for a day on the beach; Black sweatpants and a sweater to match, random designs scattered over it. Her long hair was straight down her back as she tucked a strand behind her ear.

"Oh," Y/N murmured as she noticed the only empty spot left in the van was in between Folio and I.

Which meant she had to climb over me to get to her spot.

"Here, let me get out-."

I began, but she didn't bother to listen as she stepped into the van to climb over me to her spot but dropped something out of the large tote bag she was carrying.

"Fuck me," she groaned while bending over to grab whatever fell.

My attention wasn't on what fell out of her bag but her perk round ass in front of me. My heart was in my ears pounding so fucking loud I couldn't focus on anything else but Y/N bend over in front of me. Her ass was so close to my lap and I bit the inside of my cheek hoping my cock wouldn't give way how this sight was affecting me.

Chase leaned an arm over the back of his seat as he stared at us, a knowing smirk on his face.

"Fuck you," I mouthed.

Y/N sighed while tossing her back on the floor next to the door. "Sorry, guys. I'm having a off morning."

"No, you're fine," I smiled up at her as she squeezed past my legs to get to her seat.

My hand grazed over her hip to help guide her as she finally got comfortable between Folio and I. The skin of my palm still burned from my gentle touch on her hip and I had to shift in my seat to adjust myself in my jeans.

I don't need a fucking boner right now.

"Are you alright?" Y/N questioned. "Why did they stick the tallest guy in the back?"

"I'm wondering the same thing," I grumbled while staring directly at the back of Nick's head.

Even if he didn't say it, I knew he was the one that set up this entire thing.

Folio sighed while leaning forward towards Jolly. "Can you move your seat up? I've got no leg space back here."

Jolly snorted. "No."

When Bryan finally began driving, I eased into the ride by looking out the window; the scenery whipping past us before I could focus on it. While Folio and Y/N had their own conversation, I thought of ways to make this day special for her so she didn't have to think about Trey or what happened last night. She needed to see how we all saw her which is why I made sure Bryan brought his camera. It wasn't nice enough to go swimming but Jolly also brought his guitar in case we wanted to strum a song or two.

"Oh by the way," Y/N's soft hand patted my knee, and I felt a spark from her touch. "I texted Keaton to remind him about the $100 he owes me. He said he would give it to me when you let him borrow your copy of Smash Bros."

Jolly turned around so fast, his hair smacked Nick in the shoulder. "We already gave him our copy of Smash Bros."

Y/N held up her hands. "Hey, I'm just the messenger. A messenger that wants her $100."

With a chuckle, I pulled out my phone to send a quick text to Keaton while the two of them bickered.

Send Y/N her $100 and I'll buy you your own copy of the game.

Keaton responded before I had the chance to put my phone back into my pocket.

Oh shit, she's that special? Buying me a game you already know I lost?

Rolling my eyes, I typed out my response quick so Y/N couldn't see.

I'll buy it for you when I'm back in town. Even take you out on a bro date.

Only if you bring Y/N along. I think she'll be good for you. I've been trying to set you guys up for a while now.

I ignored that text and the way my stomach flipped and slipped my phone back into my pocket just in time for the view of the beach to come into view.

As soon as the van pulled into a spot in the empty parking lot, I grabbed mine and Y/N's bag while stepping out on the concrete. The sun's rays were nonexistent on this side of town, a slight breeze making me pull my jacket closer to my chest as Y/N stepped out of the van.

"I can hold my own bag, Noah," she reassured me.

I shrugged her off while throwing both of our bags on my back and motioned her to follow everyone else who began their walk down to the beach. Since it was chilly this afternoon, the only other people there were couples reading, throwing a ball for their dog, or the occasional runner.

"Careful," I looked over my shoulder to Y/N as we were walking down a pretty steep cliff.

She pushed my hand away with a smile but let out a small scream as she lost control of her footing and my hands quickly shot out to grab her. I pulled her into my chest to support her and once she was safe on her feet; I knew I should have let her go but with the way she gazed up at me through her lashes had me transfixed. Everything around us fell away like it always did and I felt myself being pulled towards her lips.

"Last one there has to vacuum out all the sand from Matt's van," she smirked before pushing past me, running in a fit of giggles.

Through all the confusion and question running in my mind, one this was crystal clear as I watched Y/N kick up sand as she ran past Malcolm, purposefully knocking off his hat, and she turned to face me with her arms up in the air. The brightness in her smile paled in comparison the bright blue of the water behind her.

"Come on, daddy long legs! Keep up, will ya!"

I'm so irrevocably fucked.

The afternoon passed by in such a furry that when it was nearing early evening; I tried to think of ways to extend our time together. Since it was too cold for swimming, we spent our time either throwing a ball back and forth, Jolly playing guitar while I sang a few tunes something I noticed Y/N watch intently. Bryan snapped pictures and videos for one of our tour vlogs and whenever he tried to get some footage of Y/N, she hid her face or move out of view.

Another thing I noticed.

Now, not a shock to anyone, everyone had stalked off to go find some food since no one brought any snacks. So Y/N and I sat quietly next to each other on a blanket as we let the sounds of the waves and seagulls fill the void between us.

Y/N had a book perched on her lap as she stared down at it transfixed at the words on the page and I marveled at the beauty of such a simple task. Malcolm tried to give her shit for it earlier.

"Who the hell brings a book to the beach?"

"I do," she stuck her tongue out at him and I swore I got hard from the brief flash of flesh.

"Everyone has their own hobby, Malcolm," Chase chastised his bandmate.

"Yeah," I agreed. "I like to go hiking when I can. Every so often, I'll bring a book with me. I'm big into Philosophy right now."

"See?" Y/N squeezed my arm. "Noah gets it."

"If you're curious about what I'm reading, you can ask," she didn't bother taking her gaze away from the book as she turned the page.

I didn't say anything, simply grabbed the camera Bryan left and snapped two quick photos.

"Oh, please don't," she groaned while covering her face with her hands and hair. "I do not look good enough for pictures."

"You look beautiful, angel," I whispered while gently removing her hands from her face then brushed away the hair.

She shook her head. "No, I don't."

My heart ached for her. Trey implanted all of these negative thoughts in her mind, stomping so hard and deep that it was going to be hard pulling them out.

"What do I have to do to make you realize it?"

My words from earlier echoed around the space between us.

“You don’t need to do anything, Noah. I’m not who you think I am in your head," she turned her head to face the water in front of us.

I shifted in my spot on the blanket so I kneeled in front of her. “I think you’re wrong and I’m a great judge of character.”

Her lips twitched as they tried to force a smile, her mewling over my words. “Hm, that part is true. You really think I’m beautiful?”

She was fidgeting with the string of her hoodie, twirling it between her fingers. She wasn't fishing for more compliments; she really wanted to know if that's how I saw her.

“You don’t think you are?"

Y/N shrugs her answer, not daring to voice her thoughts.

I took a deep breath to steady myself, knowing that what I was about to say would give way to something from my past I didn't like to talk about. "Well, I do. I know Trey fucked with your head and you might not want to talk about it now but know, I'm here for you whenever you're ready."

"It's a lot and I don't want to put that heavy burden on you, Noah. It should be mine alone to deal with."

I lifted her chin with a knuckle but she still averted my gaze.

"You shouldn't be with someone that drains your spirits. Drain the light from your soul, angel."

Her bottom lip trembled as she let out a shaky breath. "It can't rain all the time."

Suddenly, I realized that the only way to get her to realize that I knew what she was going through was to tell her something few knew.

"You know," I started, then let out a deep breath. "My ex did the same thing."

She raised her head, shocked, as the words die off of my lips. “She did? I don’t see how, you’re so-."

I raised a brow. “So what?”

The way she hesitated made my heart lurch as waited for her answer.

"You're-." She stammered before letting out a deep breath, almost as if admitting the words would put it out into existence. "You're wonderful, Noah.

The intensity even from her dull eyes made my skin buzz with the same adrenaline from before and not wanting to say anything in fear of running the moment, I snapped a few more pictures of her which made her reach for the camera.

"I don't think so!" I chuckled while rising to my feet. I readjusted my hat when she tried to reach for the camera again, her own laughter sounding like a church choir on my ears.

Eventually she gave up and let me snap a few more pictures of her as we walked together down the beach; her picking up a seashell or her walking along a rock wall that went straight out into the water.

"Be careful, angel," I warned from below on the sand. "I don't want you to hurt yourself."

She gave me a wicked smile from above. "Would you catch me if I fell?"

Even though the season changed throughout the day and with the waves crashing around us, I grinned up at her. "Though the skies are turning grey, I'll never let you fall, angel."

My favorite picture? It was the one I just took of her as she shed her shoes and rolled up the bottoms of her sweats up to her knees. She stared deep out in the vast distance of ocean and sky, eyes slowly filling with the light the longer we spent together.

I broke out in a huge smile as I pulled the camera away from my face when she tried to look at me but the rapid wind blew her hair in all different directions.

"Shit, I knew I should have brought a hair tie," she cursed while trying to flatten her hair.

"Here," I pulled off the one I always kept on my wrist and handed it to her.

Once her hair was on top of her head in a very messy bun, I snapped one last picture of her before setting the camera back down on the blanket. Y/N cringed when she saw her reflection in the camera of her phone.

"Oh, yikes. Why the hell did you take a picture of me looking like this?"

There was a long piece of hair that she missed, it was hanging on the side of her head, so with a gentle touch I tucked it behind her ear, my fingers grazing over the skin of her neck. She shivered in my touch as her face reddened.

"Well, I still think you’re a beauty. You've never seen my hair when it’s ocean fucked," I grinned.

With a gentle push to my chest, Y/N began walking into the water.

"Well, are you going to let me see that hair all fucked?" She teased.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath but quickly recovered when I realized how deep into the water she was going. "Angel, it's freezing!"

She ran her fingers through the waves. "Come on, the water's fine! Stop being a pussy."

Kicking off my shoes, I cursed when I realized I was wearing too tight of skinny jeans so not being able to roll them up; I followed her into the waves.

"You're insane," I chuckled.

Both of us were knee deep in the water, our clothes soaked, but neither of us cared. The way she came alive and free out here made me smile.

Fuck, she really was beautiful.

"If you were a bird, what bird would you be?" She asked when she came to a stop in front of me.

"Well," I ran a hand over my chin to show I was thinking deeply of this question. "According to the fanbase, they see me as a duck so I guess that."

"I love that! Oh, you know what would be funny?" She grinned.

I shrugged. "No, but I have a feeling you'll tell me."

"When you scream to Dethrone, you should be funny by saying this is dethrone you quacks, instead of fucks. It'd be a way of showing the fans you read everything online," she deadpanned before falling into a fit of giggles and looking up to the darkening skies above her.

Seeing how much that small joke made her laugh made me make a mental note to say that next tour.

"What about you? What bird would you be?"

"A crow," she answered so fast, almost as if she thought about this question in depth before. "They’re mysterious, they’re misunderstood and always take care of the ones they love.”

I hummed with her answer. "I can see that. You'd make a lovely crow."

She bumped her shoulder with me as the waves crashed harder around us. "You'd make a pretty cool duck. And we'd be bird friends."

"Well," I glided my hands through the water. "If you're a bird, then I'm a bird."

We stayed like that for a long moment, staring out deep past the horizon, and when her fingers brushed against my palm, I nearly folded when her hand linked with mine.

"Thank you for today. I haven't had this much fun since, well, the zoo."

I smiled warmly at her while looking down at our hands, still intertwined. "Anytime, angel. That's what I'm here for."

Our eyes met with fire as she turned to look up at me through lashes and I twirled the loose strand of hair between my fingers. Her hand fell from mine to play with the rosary at my neck and I drank in the sight of the way her lips parted slightly when she let out a breath, her bottom lip pink and raw from how hard she was biting it.

Her name slipped from my tongue into the air around us as I cupped her cheek while leaning down to close the distance between us. We were close, so fucking close all I would need was less than an inch to feel her lips on mine.

I bet they tasted like the chapstick she put on earlier; an action I watched closely.

Almost there.

"Fuck!" I cursed when cold water splashed up at my chest, Y/N doubling over in laughter as she splashed me again.

"You think that's funny?" I bent low at my knees with a sinister smirk on my face.

"No!" She began backing away from me. "Don't. I'm sorry."

Y/N was laughing so hard she could barely catch my breath and seeing how alive she looked right now made my heart soar into my throat. I nearly clutched my chest at the feeling.

"NOWAAH! NO!"

I tackled her into the water, bringing her underneath the waves with me, our laughter carrying us up the hill to the group of people who watched us with amusement in their eyes.

CHASE

"I haven't heard that laugh in a long time," Malcom spoke next to me.

I agreed with a nod as we watched Y/N try to dunk Noah underneath the water but she couldn't reach him and ended up tumbling in the water again; him falling in right after.

"We have to do something, Mal. We can't keep sitting by and watch him treat her like that," I said with a melancholy expression.

"She won't-."

I threw a hand toward Noah and Y/N who were now walking back to the beach, drenched from head to toe.

"That's what she deserves! Someone that makes her laugh like that. That takes countless pictures of her because he likes the way she looks."

Malcolm nodded while grabbing my arms. "I know, man. We both want that for her but we can't force that on her. She needs to realize it herself."

Nick spoke up. "You don't have to worry about Noah hurting her. That's the farthest thing from his mind. He might be stubborn as hell but when he cares about someone, he makes sure they know that."

Folio took his hat off to shake out the salty air from his hair. "He's a Scorpio, what did you expect?"

"Whether or not they admit it, they both need each other," Jolly smiled down to Noah who waved up at us.

My eyes tracked every movement Y/N made as she rung out the water from her long hair, the salt already creating waves through every strand. Even from this distance, I could see the small smile that graced the soft features of her face. There was so much hope in that tiny smile and to me, that was enough to see the light at the end of her tunnel.

"There's a restaurant around the block we can walk too. Lets go!" Jolly shouted down to them.

Noah knocked Y/N down to the sand before he took off in a race, her shouts of protests falling at his back.

NOAH

"Here, take this," I extended a dry sweater towards Y/N.

She was holding her arms to her chest, teeth chattering, as she did her best to show she wasn't cold

"N-no. I'm fi-fine."

"Angel," I warned. "Your lips are blue. Take the sweater."

We stood at the back of the van to change so we could head to dinner. I brought a jacket that I wore with the hood up and an extra hoodie which I tried to make Y/N take.

"Just take the sweater, alright? I brought extras for a reason."

Shaking hands reached for the sweater then she motioned to me to spin around. "No pe-peaking."

I made a show of covering my eyes with my hands and turned my back to her, waiting for her to change out into a sweater of mine and an extra pair of sweats that she had brought herself. Chase gave her shit for bringing extra pants but not a sweater.

"Alright, you can look now."

Her soft voice made me look over her shoulder just in time to see her hold her phone up and snap a picture of me.

"Angel, since when were you a photographer?" I smiled.

"Shut up and smile, Noah."

"Yes ma'am," I smirked while holding up my middle finger.

"Hmm, has anyone told you that you have long fingers?" She threw me a teasing stare.

And I'd love to fucking use them on you.

Clearing my throat, I tossed our bags into the back of the trunk and let it slam shut before nodding towards the guys that waited for us at the front of the van.

"What's the holdup back there?!" Malcom called out just in time as he saw us walk around the side of the van.

"Sorry, I had to change," Y/N smiled sheepishly.

While Hollow Souls walked in front of us, the guys teasing Y/N to no end about how wavy the salty waters made her hair; I hung back with Jolly and could see out of the corner of my eye he was giving me the typical DAD OMENS stare.

"I know what I'm doing, Jolly," I nodded with a smile to reassure him.

"I'm glad because we just want to make sure you don't slip and fall too fast."

As we reached the Greek restaurant, I reassured all of them one more time that I was being smart about this thing with Y/N. I wouldn't put my all into it without understanding the outcomes; not again.

Chase grabbed a table outside on the patio and Y/N went to choose a seat until I motioned towards the one in the middle. Nick sat on her left while I chose the one on her right, the one she almost chose; the one closest to the street.

"Do you want to share an appetizer?" I asked her as she browsed through the menu.

"As long as I get some tiropita, I'm all for sharing," she beamed up at me.

The salty brine from the ocean that clung to her hair and skin infested my sense and I let my racing heart calm for a few beats.

Once we ordered our food, it was then that I noticed a group of large guys walk out of the restaurant, their eyes immediately tracing and landing on Y/N. She was clueless to their stares, having a deep conversation with Folio who sat across from her.

"Shit, no way! That can't be her!"

"Dude, it is. That's their drummer, Chase!"

"We have to go get a picture!"

"Let them be, Jake. They just want to enjoy their meal in peace.

"Fuck that."

One guy stalked over towards our table with his phone out, camera app already open.

"You're Y/N! From Hollow Souls!" The guy, Jake, said.

She turned her attention away from Folio and plastered the typical 'nice to meet you' smile at the fan. "Hi."

"Would it be alright if I get a quick picture with you? I'm a huge fan."

I watched this exchange with a stern expression, eyes darting back and forth between them. My hand wanted to reach for hers under the table but I refrained.

Y/N pointed to the table in front of her. "We're actually getting ready to eat-."

"Oh, come on. Just one picture!"

Shit, this guy was persistent.

"She said no," I answered but the guy cut me off.

"Technically, she didn't." Then he looked back to Y/N. "Just one?"

Y/N swallowed thickly before pushing herself out of her chair and walked over to the fan. "Yeah, one is fine."

The guy held the camera at a high angel to get a selfie with Y/N throwing up two fingers in a peace sign. For the picture, he had his arm around her shoulder and when she went to pull away; he grabbed onto her hip, keeping her in place.

"Okay, we're done," She twisted out of his grasp.

"What about a group shot?" The fan asked hopeful.

"I said we're done," Y/N said this time with more force in her voice.

The guy nodded. "Alright, well can I get your number? I'm sure once you and Trey break up, you'll be looking for someone else. You're hot as fuck."

The sound of metal scrapping on concrete echoed down the street as I pushed myself out of the chair and calmly walked over to Y/N, wrapping a safe arm around her shoulder.

"I think we're done here."

She gave me a look of gratitude before folding herself deeper against me, soft hand sprawling across my back. Eventually the fan stalked off towards his group of friends as I let Y/N sit back in her seat, me following close behind.

Her hand squeezed my thigh under the table, fingers grazing over the small tear in my jeans and I melted into her soft touch.

"Thank you," she said with a genuine smile.

I motioned to the gyro in front of her, not wanting to let her know how bad she was effecting me. "Eat before it gets cold."

For the rest of the evening until the moon shined bright over us as we talked, I would steal glances with her doing the same. Every so often, our gazes would catch and we would quickly look away, redness creeping over our cheeks; or in her case, her nose.

The thoughts of earlier when I remembered what Jesse talked about came creeping in and in that moment, I wondered to myself if Y/N was worth it.

There wasn't a doubt in my mind she was. I'd prove that to her as long as she lets me, no matter how crazy it seemed to others.

That's what this thing was; it was the death of peace of mind.

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