#if any of you are readers from 2020: IM SORRY

[bu3ckers]

never be like you

•paige bueckers x fem!reader

•angst, explicit language, fluff

•nsfw

summary | oc is paige’s highschool best friend, except they’ve always had feelings for each other. when they got to uconn, things got complicated..

author’s note: this is loosely based off of never be like you by flume!! best friends to lovers is my favorite trope ever so enjoyy. also im too lazy to put my auto caps on, so im sorry if there’s any spelling mistakes

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halloween 2019

hopkins, minnesota

11:30 pm

*oc and paige are both 18*

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this was my last halloween party of my highschool years. as paige and i were dancing together in a random senior’s backyard, my mind began to wander. maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the weed, or maybe it was because she was staring into my soul with the most lust filled gaze ever. i broke out of my trance to find her smirking, tilting her head towards her car. “wanna get out?” she mouthed, knowing i wouldn’t be able to hear her over the music. i nodded in response and she gingerly took my hand and jogged out of the backyard. i struggled to keep up, still feeling the slight effects of the pen i took a few hits of almost an hour ago. she wasted no time driving back to her house, knowing her parents and brother were gone for the weekend. her free hand was gripping my thigh, dangerously high as i bit my lip in an attempt to simmer my excitement down. i dont know why i never told her how i really felt - i know she felt the same. but there was something telling me that she was just toying with me.

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she finally pulled into her driveway and ran around the car to open the door for me. i stumbled out, gripping the blonde for balance. “get on” she said, holding out her arms, gesturing for me to jump into them. i obliged and she lifted me up, her hands going to my ass as i wrapped my arms around her neck. she walked to her door and opened it, slamming it closed with her foot once we were inside. she set me down to put her keys on the table before surging towards me, bringing me in for a passionate kiss. she lead me to her room, lips never leaving mine. after her door shut, the whole night became a blur. the only thing i remember was waking up with a pleasant pain between my legs, wrapped in paige’s arms.

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august 2020

storrs, connecticut

7:30 pm

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it was move in day for me and paige. we’d graduated from hopkins together and somehow ended up committing to uconn together. we both decided it would only make sense for us to dorm together. boy was i wrong.

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jerking back tears while watching my parents leave along with paige’s wasn’t easy. paige noticed me standing there alone, staring at the road long after they’d left. she came up behind me, her hand going to the small of my back as hot tears were now flowing freely down my face. “no, no, no, it’s okay don’t cry, you’ll see them soon”, she said, allowing me to fold into her open arms. she held me as i soaked her shirt with tears, completely disregarding the box filled dorm that was waiting for us. i stayed wrapped in her embrace as the parking lot emptied and my tears subsided. the sun began to set as i lifted my head from her chest, looking up at her with glossy eyes. she looked down at me with a pout, trying to cheer me up. i giggled at the sight, watching her mouth turn up into a smile as she did a little fist pump. "see, all better” she joked, cupping my face and wiping my tears with her thumbs. “i bet you feel real accomplished” i said through a snotty laugh. “you know i do” she replied, her breath catching when she looked at the beautiful sunset. the sky was painted deep orange and yellow, pale pink reflecting onto the clouds making them look like cotton candy. i watched her take in the sunset, admiring the way it shone on her perfect face. i peeled my eyes away to look at the sunset myself. it was ethereal. i got lost in the sky, unaware that paige was gazing at me with a soft smile. i turned my head to find her staring, and before i could tease her about it, she connected our lips in a slow, sweet kiss. her hands gently held my waist as my arms traveled to wrap around her neck, pulling her closer. my lips moved expertly against hers as her hands moved up my back. i pulled away, smiling up at her. “you’re so beautiful”, she began, watching my face redden, “i love you”. my eyes widened a bit at the last statement. “i love you too p”, i replied, reaching up to kiss her again.

i had to keep reminding myself that we were just best friends, even though i was beginning to hate the label. best friends don’t kiss like that. best friends don’t have sex every so often. and best friends sure don’t talk to each other like that.

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present day

9:45 pm

storrs, connecticut

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paige was hanging out with her teammates while i was in class. i loved her team - they treated me like a sister, especially the freshmen, who always looked up to me. i had just gotten home from my last class, exhausted and burnt out from the amount of work i had to do. when i got back inside, i overheard paige, aubrey, kk and ice talking about something, someone. “so, paige, how’s your lil girlfriend?” kk joked. it clicked in my head that i was the topic of conversation. i stopped in my tracks as paige began to respond. “what girlfriend?”, she replied. “come on p, stop playing dumb, we all know you guys aint best friends” ice retorted. i peeked through the door that was cracked open and watched aubrey playfully punch her in the shoulder, laughing. see, throughout our freshman year, i had to deal with the amount of girls paige brought home. i hated that era of her. i knew she was just being a dumb college girl, i knew she didn’t care about those girls, but it hurt me to think about the fact that i was one of the many girls on her roster. when she finally changed her ways to focus on basketball after her acl injury, i felt a wave of relief wash over me. sure, it meant that i was also cleared off her roster, but we still resumed our normal not-best-friend-like activities. i held my breath as she began to answer. “i’m being serious, she’s my best friend and nothing more. i don’t even like her like that for real. i mean, she’s not even my type”, she replied. i practically winced at every word that left her mouth. she couldn’t be serious, right? i didn’t know what else to do in that moment. i turned around, grabbed my keys and stormed out. im guessing she heard me, because as i was running down the hallway she flew outside and sprinted to catch up to me. “shit, yn, you heard that?” she said when she got to me, exasperated. i turned around to face her guilty eyes. “yeah paige, i did. do me a favor and fuck off for me will you?” i replied, my words shaky as tears pricked my eyes. i ran downstairs and made my way outside before she could even reply. i started my car and began to drive mindlessly, just wanting to get away. i pulled into an empty dunkin’ lot, let my tears flow freely, and cried for what felt like hours.

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paige’s pov

10:00 pm

storrs, connecticut

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none of my words were true. i liked her so much, i just didn’t want to tell them right there. azzi was the only one who knew.

watching tears build at her waterline crushed me. i’ve never made her cry before. her words hit me hard. i wanted to follow her, i wanted to be the one to comfort her just like i did on move in day. i knew she wouldn’t let me in - she never did. she always had her walls up and rarely cried in front of me.

i checked her location, wanting to know if she was safe at least.

dunkin: hartford, ct

i had no idea why she was all the way in hartford. i knew she had a habit of absentmindedly driving when she was upset, but she’s never gone this far. fuck. i seriously hurt her. as much as i wanted to drive to her, i knew it was a bad idea. it took everything in me to trudge back to my dorm, our dorm. i opened the door slowly, my head hung low. aubrey, kk and ice were waiting behind the door, confusion painted on all of their faces. “p, what the fuck was that?” aubrey said. “man, i fucked up big time. i lied to y’all, i really do like her. i just didn’t wanna tell you guys”. “do you think we’re stupid? we knew girl. you suck at lying” kk retorted, snorting. “oh”, i replied, biting my lip. “go get your girl bueckers” ice said, ushering me out of my own dorm. i grabbed my keys and hopped into my car, wasting no time driving to her. luckily she was still at that random dunkin’, although i knew she didn’t exactly want to see me. i pulled up next to her car and peered through her window. the only thing i could make out through the heavy rain coating her window was the sight of her holding her head in her hands, her chest heaving up and down. it broke me to see her like that. i just sat there and watched her for a while, my face turning white when she eventually noticed me. her expression immediately shifted from miserable to livid as she switched from park to reverse, quickly pulling out of the lot. i didn’t even try to follow her. i sunk into my seat and ran my hands down my face, pinching my eyelids and hitting the steering wheel. i fucked up, bad.

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oc’s pov

11:00 pm

storrs, connecticut

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i booked a room at the graduate hotel, solely to get away from the blonde. i only planned on staying there for the weekend because of the ridiculously high prices. i checked in and didn’t even bother putting my stuff away. i just flopped on the bed, burying my face in a pillow. stop thinking about her. you’re not her type. my mind was in a million different places at once, but it seemed to go silent when i checked my phone. they were all notifications from paige, about 16 missed calls and 20 unread messages. they ranged from “im so sorry” to “i miss you” to “are you okay?” to “where are you??”. tired and angry, i took her off my allowed people on do not disturb. i couldn’t bear to think about her at all. i quickly got changed into my pajamas and settled into bed, feeling cold and empty without paige’s presence beside me. it was weird falling asleep without her around me. i don’t think i’ve slept without her since freshman year started. i guess it’s never too late to try new things.

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4:30 pm

storrs, connecticut

i spent practically the whole weekend rotting in the graduate hotel. i was honestly getting tired of ignoring paige. i missed her so much, but she didn’t have to know that. checking out of the hotel felt so good, and i was finally ready to speak to her after regaining my composure. i made my way back to our dorm, preparing to let her in and explain herself. i walked in only to be met with paige and another girl. she looked exactly like me, a doppelgänger if you will. her hair, her height, her eyes, everything. it looked like a friendly interaction, as though paige was planning to get up and leave, but i didn’t even let her reach the door. spinning on my heels, i stormed out for the second time this week, slamming the door in her face. i had enough. i’d seen enough. the sound of the door opening behind me angered my soul. “don’t fucking follow me paige”, i yelled, not even looking back. i didn’t want to see her face at all. i heard the door close quietly, footsteps trailing behind me. i was ready to scream at her. instead of being met with the tall blonde, i turned to see my doppelgänger. “hey, i don’t have any idea who you are, i was just leaving anyways but i’m not really interested in paige for real. she looked like she needed a shoulder to cry on..but that’s none of my business. i’m on your side babe, if anything” the girl, who’s name i learned was jade, spoke. her tone was gentle. she sounded genuinely concerned. “thank you, at least someone here understands me” i replied, laughing slightly. we exchanged numbers and i thanked her again for being so kind. she smiled and i left, needing somewhere to stay. although i was close to the entire team, azzi was the one i was closest to. well, aside from paige. azzi, paige and i have been sort of like a trio since highschool. whenever azzi came to visit, we had the time of our lives. we were so excited when she announced her signing with uconn. i texted her the whole situation and she immediately replied, welcoming me over. i sped over to her place, which wasn’t far from paige and i’s. she was waiting for me at the door, worry painted on her face. i began sobbing as soon as i saw her, just needing to be comforted. when we got inside she brought me over to the couch and pulled me into her lap, holding me as i hiccuped and shook uncontrollably. i cried until i couldn’t anymore again this week. this wasn’t like me. i never really cried like this. how could paige be causing all of this?

my tears turned into sniffles and azzi’s shirt was soaked. after i finished crying, i sat in her arms, my head buried in the crook of her neck, a comfortable silence filling the room as i regained composure. “honey, what happened?” she finally spoke, her voice soft. i lifted my head and began, “i overheard paige talking to aubrey, ice, and kk on friday.. they were teasing her about me and she said that she never liked me at all and that i wasn’t her type and…oh God”. my head fell into my hands as more tears began flowing down my face. azzi instantly pulled me back against her, rubbing my back to soothe me. “shh, it’s okay, i’m right here. you’re okay”. “i caught her with another girl azzi”, i confessed, sobbing harder. “oh hon..” she replied, visibly upset with paige. “i swear, im gonna kill her” she muttered to herself. i mustered out a slight, snotty laugh at her anger. “i wanted to give her the light of day after she tried to explain what she said about me, but that was the last straw. i don’t know what to do now”, i spoke, my voice cracking, tears still spilling down my face. “you don’t have to do anything right now, just stay here and take a break. you need it. i’ll be right here” she answered. “thanks az, i love you” i told her, meaning every word. i don’t know what i’d do without her. “i love you too”. i continued crying in her arms as the sun set.

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paige’s pov

azzi’s apartment ..

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i couldn’t help but follow her to azzi’s apartment. hearing everything she said and how she said it broke me. her voice, her tears, everything about it made me sick to my stomach. it made it worse that i was the one who did this, again. how could i be so stupid? how could i try to fill the void she left? nobody could ever be like her. i wasn’t going to let anything happen between jade and i. i couldn’t bring myself to. i had to tell her that. but seeing the look on her face when she saw me that night, the way azzi was cradling her as tears streamed down her face was too much for me. i couldn’t stand to see her like that. i quietly slipped away from azzi’s apartment, not being able to see her crying anymore. when i got back to our place, i tried texting her again. it was pointless - she hadn’t even replied to the texts i sent her on friday night. i sat on the couch and pondered for a while. deciding to test my luck, i headed back to azzi’s apartment.

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oc’s pov

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my tears finally faded as i began drifting off to sleep. azzi noticed my eyes drooping which inclined her to lift me off the couch and carry me to her room. she laid me down and tucked me into her bed. “get some rest, okay?” she whispered, lips pressed to the crown of my head. i nodded and smiled sleepily up at her. “thank you az” i murmered. “of course” she replied, turning on her fairy lights and flicking the light off. she closed the door, leaving it cracked open slightly. i heard some commotion coming from outside the door, but i eventually fell asleep, tear tracks drying on my face.

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paige’s pov

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speeding right back over to azzi’s apartment almost cost me my car privileges, but i didn’t care. i needed to see her. i flew down the hallway and practically banged on azzi’s door. after about a minute or so it opened, and i was met with azzi’s stern glare. she was visibly angry with me, for good reason. “paige. are you stupid or dumb?” she said. not really what i wanted to hear. “i know, i know, i messed up bad. but i need to explain to her. i need to talk to her”. “you do realize she’s completely broken and wants nothing to do with you? she’s also asleep right now”. great. i just want to see her face again. “can i just..” my voice trails off. “can you what paige?” i clear my throat. “can i just see her, please?”

azzi thought for a few moments.

“fine, go, she’s in my room”.

i thanked azzi profusely and quietly shuffled into her room. there she was, sleeping like an angel with the fairy lights perfectly illuminating her face. she looked beautiful during any time of day. i stood over her for a while and just watched her sleep like the weirdo i was. eventually, i got tired of standing and oh so gently sat down on the edge of the bed, careful not to wake her. a heavy sigh escaped my mouth as i watched her sleep peacefully. my arms and hands apparently had a mind of their own, because before i knew it i was stroking her face gently. i couldn’t bring myself to stop. her face is so perfect, everything about her is so perfect. i slightly brushed my thumb over her lips, trying not to wake her. i failed as soon as my hand reached the top of her head, petting it and stroking the hair down her face. she began to stir under me, blinking her eyes open. i knew she was a heavy sleeper and it took a few minutes for her to wake up, so i continued to graze her face. when she began to gain consciousness, i panicked and planted my feet in the ground to stand up. a soft voice stopped my escape.

“paige?”

i froze in place and waited for her to speak again.

“what are you doing here?” she asked in that adorable, sleepy voice she has when she first wakes up.

turning around, i slowly walked back towards the bed where she laid, curled up in azzi’s fuzzy blankets, head craned slightly to see me.

“oh uh, i was just-“

i stopped.

“hm?”

“i was checking..on you.”

“why?”

she was waking up fully now.

“because i hurt you. and i’m sorry.”

her expression changed from sleepy to upset, and i noticed the tear tracks that stained her face.

“you’re sorry?” she answered, tears welling up in her eyes. “now you’re sorry? do you realize what you put me through?” she said, hot angry tears flowing freely down her soft cheeks.

“i-“ i tried to retaliate, but stopped immediately when she broke down sobbing.

“baby i-“

“don’t call me that”, she spat, glaring at me through wet eyelashes.

ouch.

“how can you casually come back here and sorry your way out of this? don’t you know how long i suffered watching you hook up with all of these girls in front of me? don’t you realize how hurtful it was to be one of those girls on your ever growing roster? do you even know how long i waited for you paige? all throughout our little friends with benefits phase in high school, all while i became a hook up and not a best friend, all while i was there for you when you tore your acl, all of it. and then you go ahead and tell aubs, ice and kk that i’m not your type? that you never liked me like that? and then proceeded to hook up with a girl that looks exactly like me? don’t you know what that does to someo-“

“i love you”.

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oc’s pov

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“i love you”.

i stopped my rant instantly and shot my eyes up to meet hers. she immediately looked down and took her bottom lip in between her teeth.

“you what?”

“i love you. more than anything”.

i scoff and laugh a little, shocked.

“but i thought-“

she cuts me off by leaping onto the bed and bringing me in for a long kiss, pouring out every pent up emotion she had built up in her. our lips moved against each other perfectly. i didnt want to admit how much i was craving this. she slid her tongue into my mouth and they danced together as we made out. it was sweet. it was everything i had been missing. we slowly dwindled down and pressed our foreheads together. she took my head in her hands.

“i. love. you.”

i sniffled and lightly smiled up at her.

“you do?”

“i’ll say it again and again and again. however many times it takes for you to believe me.”

“you would?”

she brought her lips to my forehead and spoke against it, still holding my face.

“of course i would”.

laughing breathily, i retaliated.

“i love you too. i love you more, actually”.

she peeled her lips away from my forehead and looked me dead in the eyes.

“not possible. all those girls? they’ll never be like you.” she said, grinning wildly, waiting for my response.

my finally dried face turned damp again and my mouth turned up in a smile as happy tears streamed down my face. i hugged her so tight and cried into her neck, kissing it simultaneously.

“i love you paige. so much”.

“i love you more baby”.

pulling away from her neck, i crashed my lips onto hers. we made out for what seemed like hours, basking in the warmth that we brought each other.

azzi smiled at the sight of us making up, proud of her idiot best friends who didn’t know how to deal with their feelings.

we finally headed back to our place together. we went straight to our room and laid down, limbs tangled together.

my head rested on her chest as she gently played with the ends of my hair, curling them with her fingers.

the world had stopped spinning. paige and i were girlfriends. not best friends. everything aligned.

[kyksmbappeeee]

old friends

Plot: Yn and Jude have been lovers since they were young but broke up when Jude moved to play for Borussia Dortmund

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x Reader

Genre: angst

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Past 2020

POV YN

Me and Jude have known each other since we were born. Our mothers were best friends so it was natural that we were close. When we got 7 years old I started to have a crush on him and apparently he too.  So when we became 8 years we got together. We have been together since then. Our relationship have been going on so well until couple of days ago. He decided to end our relationship because he is moving to Germany to play for Borussia Dortmund. I was so crushed. He didn't want to have a long distance relationship so he thought it was better to end everything. 

Flashback 

We were hanging out at his place and watching movies. Jude told me he needs to talk to me 

Jude: Yn I need to talk to you about something, he said

Me: yes sure what is it my love?, I asked him

Jude: I love you so much and it hurts me to do this, he said

Me: My Love you are scaring me did something happened, I interrupted and asked him 

Jude: We need to break up, he said very seriously

Me: Why did I do something bad?, I asked him with tears in my eyes

Jude: Please don't cry, Im not breaking up with you because of you I'm moving to Germany to play for Borussia Dortmund and I don't think long distance relationship will work for us, he said and tried to hug me but I pushed him away 

Me: You are so selfish, I hate you Jude Bellingham and i don't ever want to talk to you, I said running out of his house and went home and burst into tears. 

~2023

I have been working at Real Madrid for 6 months now as a physiotherapist and i really love it. The players are so nice to me and i have a good friendship with some of them like Vinicius Jr, Rodrygo, camavinga and tchoameni. We always hangs out together after the training and have a lot of fun. 

I have been dating a guy for 2 years now and he is really the best. His name is Adam and he works as an Lawyer. He is really caring and kind. My mother is really happy we are together. 

Now that it's summer we have some new players that had transfered here. We lost one of the best players here in Real, it's Karim Benzema since he decided to transfer to Al-Ittihad. So we got some new ones. And one of them is my ex Jude Bellingham. Our relationship ended in a bad way so I don't know how it will work out now.

Today I have some players that needs some help with their injuries. So today I had Camavinga and Rodrygo. So I started with Camavinga that had an injury on his ankle he got from training. Then I had Rodrygo. After I was done with them the coach called me to see the newest players 

Ancelotti: So Yn this is Arda Güler he is one of our newest midfielder and this is our other newest midfielder Jude Bellingham, he said 

When I saw Jude it felt like my heart sank. I haven't seen him since that day we broke up. He looks more handsome now than he did before. When he saw me it was like his body froze. I just turned around and walked away and went in to my office. I felt like I was about to cry. 

After collecting my thoughts I heard a knock on the door 

Me: Come in, I said

X: Yn?, the familiar voice said and I know who it was without even looking who it was

Me: Jude leave please, I said

Jude: Yn please let us talk, he said pleading with me to talk to him

Me: we have nothing to talk about, you lost your right to talk to me after you broke up with me, I said with tears in my eyes

Jude: It was the worst decision I ever made, I shouldn't have broken up with you, please can you give me another chance?, he asked

Me: Sorry, but no I can't give you any chances, I said

Jude: Okey I understand I know I hurted you so much, but can we at least be friends?, he asked

Me: It will take some time but yes we can, I said

Jude: Great can I take you out for dinner tonight to celebrate our friendship, he said

Me: No I'm sorry I'm busy today, I said

Jude: Oh okey, see you, he said smiling 

Me: Yes sure, bye Judith, I said laughing 

Jude: No not that nickname, he said complaining 

Me: Hahah what it's cute, I said laughing 

Jude: yes whatever bye, he said rolling his eyes while smiling.

[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗦 - part eight charles leclerc  x  fem! driver! reader (angst/fluff) “… forgetting is troublesome especially when you used to be enemies.”

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"You play?" You called though the apartment, crouching down infront of the piece. "I took the Leclerc's for more of . . . classical instruments." You noted, admiring the piece.

Arthur peaked his head from the wall, looking at you confused. "Ahhh." He snapped his fingers once he saw the red electric guitar leaning on the stand against the wall. "That's not mine, that's yours." He disappeared behind the wall again.

"Mine?" You frowned, confused. You didn't play any instruments as far as you could remember—

You entered the room loudly strumming the guitar to the tune of 'do i want to know' by arctic monkeys. "Mon Dieu, qu'ai-je jamais fait pour te déplaire. S'il te plaît, pardonne-moi." [dear god, what have i ever done to displease you. please forgive me] charles screamed into his hoodie as you stood on the background. "Have you ever been beaten by a wet spaghetti noodle because you confused your girlfriend for her twin sister and fucked her dad? That's what it's like to drive a Ford f2 50." You could hear the other quartet boys wheezing on stream while charles bit on his sleeve to muffle his screams.

You chuckle pulling the case open. You're met by a nice surprise. Tons of polaroid photos fill the case, leaving enough space for the guitar. They were all pictures of you and Charles, dating from the beginning of your relationship till mid 2020 during lockdown.

"I don't think he would've hid that here if he knew you put all these there." Arthur chuckled, holding up a cup of hot coffee ( or was it chocolate? ) for you.

It was both. You sipped the drink, looking at the memories. "What'd you mean?" "Charles didn't think it was as romantic as playing the piano in the morning." The older brother-in-law, Lorenzo, commented as he walked through the hallway.

"Speaking of mister romantic." Arthur sat beside you wiggling his eyebrows. "You like him." You dry laughed which did end up in an actual laugh.

"vous êtes en retard de plusieurs semaines." [you're late by a few weeks] Pascale corrected her youngest son as she stopped by the room, looking at you with a soft smile. You shrugged, sharing the smile.

"Je serais idiot de ne pas tomber amoureuse de mon mari." [i'd be an idiot to not fall for my husband] I joked. Arthur folded his arms squinting his eyes, giving you a suspicious look. "Donner une raison." [give reason] He demanded.

"What is this? An exam." You scoffed with a laugh, nudging his shoulder. "For sentimental reasons." You stuck your tongue out at him, putting the guitar in the case and collecting your things to leave.

"Ie dois partir . . . uhh— maintenant!" [i have to go, uhh now] You snapped your finger once you remembered the word, kissing Pascale's cheek gently. The Your family gave you smiles and waved farewells as you put your shoes on and left for your car.

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"im safe" was the only message in the chat. You'd texted Charles almost a week ago to assure him of your safety. You didn't tell him where or with who you were, maybe that was why he didn't answer.

Was he angry? He probably was.

You sighed deeply, pocketing your phone as you approached your hotel room. You unlocked the door, pushing your suitcase inside. Charles was here, you could smell his cologne, or maybe because the shower was running and no one else would shower in your room.

Your eyes undiluted upon seeing the two separate beds.

The bathroom door unlocked and Charles stepped out. He was definitely surprised to see you, he wasn't expecting you till tomorrow. And you could tell. He wouldn't be standing there, naked, if he knew you'd be there.

"Sorry." Your voice came out raspy as you tore your eyes away from his bare flesh, looking away. You cleared your voice with a cough, starting to unpack your belongings in the closet. You could hear him move around before he reached for clothes from behind you. You could feel the steam from his skin and his breath on your neck as he paused to look down at your timid figure which got even timid-er when he trapped you between your arms, leaning closer to you.

You closed your eyes, sucking in a deep breath as you felt Charles lips ghost on the skin on your neck. A gasp left your mouth as you felt his hands trail down your chest and hips. "Charles." His name left your tongue like a prayer.

"Please." "You want me?" "I need you." You pleaded, trying to lean back into his body only for him to pull away. "You want me?" "I do. I need you." You begged again, feeling shame flow through your body as you breathed out the words.

"Char . . . les?" You felt him pull away with a scoff. Your face reddened with embarrassment as you heard him dress before taking his leave.

"You've finally done it." You mumbled to yourself stepping in the shower. From going to begging for you to rejecting you. This marriage was dead wasn't it? With a quick shower and tidy up, you collapsed on the not taken bed, staying there for the rest of the night.

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"Hehe, look at you!" "Me? Your face is basically- AMOUR!" Charles could feel his faint shouting and your giggling as he gently closed the hotel door after him. He kicked his shoes off before slowly taking strides to your non-moving blanket-covered figure.

He could see the light from the screen under the blanket, colors and figures moving. "Charles!" "Stay still- Y/N! Stop pulling- Y/N!" Your giggles and laughs filled his ears as he gently pulled the blanket to reveal the old digital flip screen camera playing videos from its files.

He could see his younger self trying to pull you closer from your jaw, trying to reach your lips and when he did he kissed you deeply, not wasting the chance to make out with you.

"You know I love you, cheri?" "Oh?" Your drunk voice sounded through the room. "You're so sweet carli-" Charles took the camera, shutting it off with an angry huff.

His eyebrows furrowed. He looked down at you ready to give you a scowl or a scolding only to find you sleeping, far away in dreamland. His shoulders relaxed as he admired you.

What happened? He kept thinking. It was not your fault you said these words. You were frustrated and confused. Heck you were a Seventeen year old, who woke up from a nap to find herself 7 years in the future in a 25 year-olds life and with her expectations.

"I'm sorry." He found himself murmuring quietly, the bed dipping as he sat next to you, gently brushing your messy hair from your face.

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"JESUS!" You stomped angrily, ripping your helmet and balaclava off. "Calm down, Y/N." "Don't tell me to calm down! You yourself said it was bad."

"No no, Y/N." Your mechanic tried to hold you back only for you to shove your helmet in his chest. "LANDO!" You called the British out and you approached his garage. "What the fuck was that?! Huh? Are we playing bumper cars?"

Lando sighed, rolling his eyes as he walked out, ready to shut you up. "You're making a scene." He scolded you, taking your arm to pull you somewhere private. "I am! That was crazy. You're crazy."

"Why do you care?" He stopped in his tracks, looking you straight in your eyes. "You crashed Charles out? He's in the hospital? He's my husband? You hurt my husband." I argued, not being able to stand him.

"He's not your husband." your eyes widened at his statement. "He's Y/N's husband. He's my best friend's husband. I don't know where she is but I'm definitely not looking at her."

You clenched your jaw and fists, glaring at him as he walked away. You took long strides in the other direction.

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"Fuck!" You screamed in your car over and over again as you parked at the hotel. You just wished you were back in f3, you wish this was all a nightmare, a bad dream and you'd wake up any second now and score p19 in that damn race.

Lando was right, you weren't Y/N. Nothing that you had was yours, you shouldn't have any of it all. You shouldn't even be here.

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"Again?" Charles grumbled, looking around the empty hotel room. Your things were here, but you were nowhere to be found. "Fucking hell Y/N." He cussed, going down the hall to look for you. You might've been at Lando's or Max's?

Neither. One had shrugged and told Charles he last saw you with Lando and the other told him that he last had a fight with you before you walked off. Great.

your things were here but you weren't. Maybe you were on a run? Yes, that must be it. You were just running your stress off, like you always do right? Charles waited. and waited. and waited. it was 4am, he was laying in your bed, his arm in the sling hurting and his eyes burning from lack of sleep.

Great. fucking great—

creak

and there you were, standing at the door, looking at him like a deer caught in headlights. "Y/N, what the actual fuck?!" You flinched, looking up scared as he stomped over. You were ready for a scolding or for him to should, or hit you even. but you were instead pulled into his chest by his one good arm.

"Where the fuck have you been." ok he did scold you, but you still felt better in his arms. so you stayed there, hugging him for the rest of the morning. "your arm—" "fucking fine. just— SHH!" you stayed quiet, letting him nuzzle in your neck and caress your head.

"Where?" "Drive?" "Why?" "Needed to clear my head." "All night?" "Mhm." you nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Text me then." "I did?"

You did. Take a guess on who blocked his number. "Sorry." "Just— dont fucking run off like that. It scares the shit out of me."

[embodyingchaos]

ive tried searching Michael cera x reader and nothing shows up but you :( please write about him I'm begging 🙏

❥ i feel you on this one, nobody ever writes about him! i'm not sure if you want something for the actor or one of his characters but i've decided to write about the man himself! AND IM SORRY THIS IS REALLY LATE AND REALLY SHORT AAAAAA

on-set, off-set pairing: michael cera x actor!fem!reader genre: fluff, established relationship warnings: none, just goofyness, BUT THIS IS VERY UNEDITED word count: 538

with her brown hair swishing from side-to-side, she strutted into the scene in her purple and blue glittery swimsuit. “hi barbie!” she greeted the other blondes and brunettes scattered across the sandy beach. “hi barbie!” “hi barbie!” “oh my god, popstar barbie..” a tiny whisper said, making her turn towards the quiet sound. “h-hey barbie!” the voice was coming from a redhead she didn’t realise stood next to her the entire time. “oh, hey allan!” she replied as he nervously giggled.

“cut!” a voice yelled out causing the cameras to stop filming. the barbie placed her hands on her hips and leaned towards the one and only allan. “that was already so much fun.” she told him, grinning. “it was. too bad the others are going to have to film on different days though, huh?” allan’s actor, michael, stretched as he talked to his girlfriend of two years.

greta walked towards the two, “good job, guys! it was exactly how i imagined it.” she smiled at the couple, “for the next scene, i was thinking you could move nearer to the barbies before ken tries to impress stereotypical barbie?” she asked y/n who only nodded, “oh yeah, sure!” “great.” greta walked away from them to converse with the crew for the next scene.

michael took in the scenery of the set for a bit as they waited for the rest of the cast to arrive. ryan was one of the first ones there. “hey, ry.” the girl greeted him, waving. “hey, lovebirds.” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows. “how’s it going?” “going great! filmed that hi barbie scene for our part.” “mmm, bet it’s going to turn out great.” he gushed, crossing his arms.

“we hope so.” michael said, watching the rest of the cast walk into the studio.

the two had coincidentally been casted in the same movie without each other’s knowledge, which was hard to understand at first until they explained it in an interview after the movie had just been released.

“actually,” y/n started, “i’d gotten cast around 2020 and kept it a secret from basically everyone because i really wanted it to be a surprise, like nobody knew at all! until i showed up on the first day of filming and saw this guy!” she nudged her boyfriend’s rib and he laughed. “it seemed as though we had similar ideas on surprises because i got casted really last minute and so when i heard of the role i immediately thought ‘oh, y/n’s gonna freak out when she watches this movie and sees me there.’ then what do i know? she’s standing on set in her popstar barbie costume.” michael scoffingly laughed as the rest of the cast chuckled along.

“so, how is it working on set with your partner? any interesting quarrels that might have happened?” the interviewer asked and they shared a look. “nope. totally none.” “yeah, we have a very professional relationship on the job, i’d say.” their comments make greta snort, “they banter quite a lot on set, actually.” she jabbed, “very distracting.” ryan shook his head, “tut tut. how unprofessional.” he commented, making the others giggle.

michael and y/n only smile, how can they deny the truth?

[garbbitch]

Controversially young GF

Obvi reader is 18+

not promoting pedophilic behavior folks

for your imagination its at least 5+ years of an age gap.

also, y'all loved the smut i dropped but didn't like the fluff, whats that about?

also y'all can interact with my shit, I like when people do that, comment and reblog it or smnth. I dont bite

unless u want me to.

ok im done. enjoy!

you and julien met at a book store.

"shit, sorry!" you said worried you kicked her or something as you were walking by her. you dropped a book on the ground that she picked up. "it's alright," she said nonchalantly as she stood up. Her eyes moved over you, she smirked a little. you started to walk away. "wait a minute," she said still moving her eyes over you. "i'm julien." she held out her hand for a handshake. "i'm y/n.” you said apprehensively shaking her hand. you notice her little smirk and feel your self blush lightly. julien chuckled. “i think this belongs to you.” she said handing you a book that fell out of your hands when you bumped into her. “myth of sisyphus?” “a friend suggested it to me, i’ve never heard of it before.” you said as you took the book, “thank you.” “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you around here before, are you from around here?” she said nonchalantly leaning on the bookshelf getting a good look at you. “yeah, i’m in school here at the university of (INSERT ANY SCHOOL IDK USE YOUR IMAGINATION)” you say back noticing her tattoos all along her arms. “you like it there?” she asked stepping a little closer to you, not close enough to touch but close enough. “it’s cool, lots of cool classes and people there.” you say back noticing the deliberate closeness. y’all talked for a while and eventually she asked to take you out. you obviously said yes.

She spoils you a little:

nothing too crazy, but for instance for your first date she took you to a really expensive restaurant and didn’t even ask to split the bill even after you offered.

“you look great.” she said when she picked you up from your place for your date. you couldn’t help but blush. “you look really good too jb.” you said to her trying to hide how flustered you were from a simple compliment. as you walked into the restuarant together she put her hand arouund your waist "is this ok?" she whispered in your ear tracing shapes into your hip. "this is great" you said back as you walked in together.

on the date you guys talked about everything and nothing feeling super connected by the end of it.

she took you back to your place, only dropping you off. she walked you to your door. "this was a lot of fun," you said as you and julien reached your door. "i had a great time with you." she said looking down on your lips. you blushed noticing her gaze on your lips.

she didn't kiss you, she wanted to but she also didn't want to make you uncomfortable

after your next date she kissed you

you melted into her touch and she loved the way you leaned into her

you thought about inviting her back to your place but you didn't want to seem too ~needy~ [stupid covid brain lacking words]

you guys went on a couple more dates and the subject of high school came up

"so when did you graduate?" she asked you as you sat in a bar together. [i hope my math is right, dont @ me if its not.] "well i'm still in college but i finished high school in 2020." you said casually to her as you sipped a mocktail. her eyes widdened. "2018?" she asked back to you. [pls tell me this makes the gf 23] "yeah, why?" you asked her, noticing how worried she looked. "You're five years younger than me?" she asked suddenly super worried that she has been dating someone who is too young for her. "i guess so... you're 28?" you asked her, not bothered by the age difference. "yeah." she said quietly. "does the age thing bother you?" you asked her noticing the sudden discomfort. "well no, i just worry about power dynamics. i don't want to accidentally take advantage of you in some way." she said to you as she toyed with the watch on her wrist nervously. [i realized that jb is always wearing a watch n idk it's hot] you touched her hand. "you won't. it's okay. i trust you." you said quietly to her. she closed her eyes like she was thinking about something. "i wouldn't do it on purpose but i just... power dynamics come up all the time and it's almost never on purpose." she said looking at you. "i know, we just need to be open to conversation." you said still holding her hand.

at the end of the date after you guys had a long talk about boundaries you both felt more comfortable

she drove you home and she kissed you outside your door again

you moaned softly into the kiss and she pulled away

"baby-" she started to say and you moved your hands to her hips, "we shouldn't. i want to but..." she said. you groaned softly. "why the but?" you asked with a dramatic pout on your face. "cuz baby, i don't wanna rush things with you." she said softly as she moved her hands to where yours were on her hips. "can we just hang out?" you asked just wanting to spend more time with her. she only looked at you for a moment. "just hanging out?" she questioned half serious the other playful. "yeah." you said quietly. julien nodded and you happily searched for your keys in your bag and invited her in. she looked around your small apartment and smiled. she noticed the smell of your perfume. "wanna watch a movie?" you asked her motioning to a projector you have set up near your day bed.

she resisted the urge to make a joke about you inviting her to bed as you opened up the day bed

she happily watched a couple of movies with you until you fell asleep leaning on her shoulder

she reluctantly woke you up

"baby, wake up." she said softly as she stroked your head trying to wake you up gently. "hmm? what?" you said sleepily as you wiped some drool off your cheek realizing you drooled on her shoulder. "sorry." you said softly as you attempted to wipe it off her shirt sleeve. "it's ok, i'll let you sleep. i'm gonna head out." she said holding your hands gently. "do you need to go?" you asked quietly. "not nenecessarily." she said back, she pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. "can yoy stay?" you asked her not wanting the night to end. "do you have class tomorrow?" she asked you. she didn't want to mess with your school responsibilities. "nope." you told the truth, you just wanted her to stay. "i can stay." she said quietly.

she got comfortable in your bed as you quickly took a shower before getting in bed yourself.

you offered her some clothes to change into and she said it was ok.

you cuddled into her side as you fell asleep.

she stroked your hair as you fell asleep

after some time of going steady she does finally ~stay the night~

im gonna post that another time. be patient with me.

she eventually invites you to move in with her, she makes sure that you have a study room that you could use when you have exams coming up

when you moved in all the members of muna and boygenius helped you move all your stuff cuz you couldn't do it alone and you didn't wanna hire movers

pheobe and katie couldnt hold back from the jokes about the age gap

eventually they all joined in

a few weeks later julien was invited to a red carpet for an event

the paparazzi on the carpet kept asking who you were

lucy and pheobe said something more and more outrageous to everyone who asked

"eye candy" "our body guard" "the new 4th member of boygenius" "our girlfriend" "our psychiatrist" "we're tutoring her"

[stevebabey]

You don't have to answer this I'm just gonna bitch in your inbox about the x reader post you made because I felt this in my bones.

Like you really can't go in the tag for quality stuff lately. Everything is about sex. I'm not a prude. I read occasionally stuff, but omg, not everything has to be like this. Sometimes stories begin hopeful, but they end the same way. I'm just sick of it because it's all there is. And because it's so oversaturated, "normal" fics don't stand a chance because people don't click on that anymore. So yeah, as a creator, if I wanna get attention for my work, of course, I will produce stuff that people will read.

Also what you said about minors, how are they supposed to interact with fics if everything is porn.

In general, people are sooo fixated on "spicy" content. On tiktok, all people read is smut, or they can't handle other stuff. Literally, smut destroyed their brains. How is it any different than guys having a porn addiction?

Also, the tumblr tagging and searching functions are shit. I wanna find new fics from like 2020 or 2021 (before s4 bc I miss those vibes). When you go to the popular tag thing, the earliest you get is 2022. Like tumblr needs to fix that, so content from years ago can still be found. People also need to start tagging accordingly. It's such a pain.

Again sorry for the rant.

HOHOHOHOHO NO APOLOGIES NEEDED NONNIE i love having a bitch and being on my hater shit and i think more people than you might think agree with all of this + its a whole buncha opinions under the cut u have been warned

to some degree to decrease in quality fics will be due to the lull between seasons which always happens- some of the fantastic writers move onto other obsessions for the mean time and truly, i can't fault them for that.

but yet somehow i know it's more than just that - a smut piece will get more attention and notes regardless of the quality of the fic. it's so tough to complain about cos like sigh its all free writing produced by someone so to moan and bitch about stuff getting more attention than others is like. not very nice and being hypercritical but also

not everyone wants to read smut!! and its fuckin everywhere!! wouldn't it be darling if there could simply be a tag that was smut free but noooooo every post gets tagged with as many fuckin things as possible for 'reach' which is the stupidest fucking thing i've ever heard before

and ur absolutely right, because of it fics with no smut get drowned before they get a chance to get noticed. and sorry to say it, but its very rarely that i've read a fluff piece and been like ah, that seemed like it was just thrown together like no its always crafted to some degree- but i cannot say the same for smut in the least. again, often u can mentally sub in different characters and the fic still works which to me = bad writing (if its a steve fic i shouldn't be able to slot in eddie and have it work? ok cos then its not a STEVE fic its just a porn fantasy which is like fine but GOD this is a whole nother can of worms but if u just write smut and then cycle thru joe keery characters its like half a step from writing rpf cos its obvious u just think he's a hot guy and not so much into his characters 😭 maybe im being autistic levels of protective over my lil guy but i also think im right lmao)

and ough trying to write for an audience is so hard, its a vicious cycle of: wants to produce content ppl will read and interact with -> doesn't enjoy writing it as much -> writing isn't as good as u know it could be -> if it flops for whatever reason u feel like asshole. anon babey please dear god write the ideas you want to <3 i can promise you they will be 100x better than trying to cater to an invisible audience ! ppl follow you for your writing !!! and feel free to tag me!!!! i always want to read good steve x reader fics!!! (i just can't be assed hunting them down half the time)

the minors thing is just. god its - i remember hearing the phrase 'virgins write the best smut' and it was when i was 14 and now im like god don't say that they write like porn cos they have fuck all idea what they're talking about. i read so much fanfic when i was 12 years old and what u said is so true, it just used to sneak up in stories and ruin things. its the internet tho so its impossible to truly moderate

omg ur tiktok comment so fucking true babe. when smut is prioritized over plot, u can tell and so many of the booktok rec's they have are just that. there are ways to write smut and have it still be a story. there's also ways to write pwp and still craft it and yet, u dont see that often. also what happened to being excited when two bitches hold HANDS??? AND KISS FOR THE FIRST TIME?? it's appalling the way they thirst for that content but write their captions like "and they have s3x!!! and f@&k in the bathroom hehehe" like what. its such sanitized and shit content honestly

god ur so right i hadn't even thought about hunting down old fics - and it would make such a difference if you could do that because otherwise SO much weighs on when u post it and if it shows in tags and yada yada

this is so much omg u don't have to read all that but genuinely the reason i started writing more steddie and less x reader is the difference in reception and general support. i dont feel like i'm competing against my mutuals, but more like we're here to just hoot and hollar at each other and unless u have a tight knit group of friends on here, u don't get that on x reader fics ://

[johngaliawife]

I’m a new follower but I would absolutely love a Kakyoin x fem(or GN whichever is more comfortable for you) reader smut? Content is up to your own interpretation💞💞 thank you so much

Yeah of course!🩷 IM SK SORRY THE LAST MONTH IF SCHOOL SND THE TEST WERE KILLING ME I STARTED TO NEGLECT THIS!

(I was like I had flash back of my 2020 camp camp bell faze so I kinda based it off of that😭)

Falling 11 grade it wasn’t so bad? But really it was you were gonna fail high school you slacked off this year because you just felt way way to tried to, but your parents did not let that said the rules was no good grades.? Get.a.job so that what you were forced to do, having not so much options and why would you what to work at McDonald’s with a 50 year old guy working there and a disgusting guy who looks like he has a piss cup at home so.. you did what any other girl did..you applied to a summer camp…

If it all planed out well..you’d get to stay a hole summer without parents nagging you a bunch off other teenagers at a camp makes some new friends and then get paid at the end you’d have money for new clothes for school so win win

-to lazy to write this but you get to the camp and go into the counsellor cabin-

Walking into it you look around just to see one other guy everyone else was late or super early..the guy had these dark lavender colours eyes and this red hair that looked like rose you spot his cherry earrings…he kinda smelt like a cherry to..it makes sense

“Hello.?” You say as you put you bag onto the 1 of the two beds as you try to make a conversation with the man

“Hi, are you new? Iv never seen you before?”

the man said as looks over at you he tilts his head at you it made your skin crawl he looked no older then maybe your age or and age higher somewhere in there “yeah I am”

You mutter as you make eye contact “I’m Kakyoin and your name while I’m at this?”

Kakyoin…you’ve never heard that..before “Y/N and yes it’s my first time here…where is everyone else?”

“Oh..no it’s just me and you were the one running the 3 cabins of campers..”

..that was lovely?

Some time later you and Kakyoin got really close in some ways more then others as it’s been a mouth you’ve think you taking a liking to the cherry loving boy

“Kakyoin.”

“Yeah.?”

“I have a feeling..”

“Cramps or a tummy ache? I have like Pepto-Bismo..?”

“No..”

“Then what”

“I wanna I don’t know I feel like I’m desiring something I think I’m horny..”

“I mean I think lots of people are..”

He mutters as he looks at you from his bed as you looked at him his voice was calm but he was flustered at that he didn’t know what to do or say anymore

“Can I be close to you”

“Sure..”

He said as you asked to be close to him getting up from your bed and walking over to his it wasn’t your first time cuddling but this time was different as you take the blanket off to get in and slid into his bed you cuddle close to his chest laying there

It was quiet..after that conversation until you feel Kakyoin put his hands up your shirt pulling it up a bit “is this okay? Y/N I want to make sure your needs are taken care of but I wouldn’t never want to do something you disapprove of”

Feeling his muscular but soft hands on your bare skin you couldn’t just say no you couldn’t you nod and just went with that before he didn’t go further he spoke up again

“I want you to say it..I just wanna make sure”

He whispers as he wanted to hear you say it so he knew you wanted it as you then gave him an answer “yes..I do” you mumble giving him that green card he wanted all this time

Pulling up your shirt and taking it off placing it to the side not throwing it to make sure if you wanted it after they were done it was near by for you it was his first time and yours and he needed to make sure it was good so he took it slow

Not only was he nervous he didn’t show it, since it was an important moment not some spelling cherry eating contest seeing you in a bra was just something else to him

Pink with black pock a dots, and some little black bows “that’s a great choice Y/N you look beautiful in it” he said admiring you

“Oh.? Thanks” you said you were a bit flustered by him thinking your bra was nice knowing it won’t be long until he took it off

“May I kiss you?”

“Yes you may..”

He was asking about everything he was hoping he was doing it right he hasn’t had a girlfriend or anything like it before his so he didn’t know much about girls but it made you happy he would treat you like that

Leaning in his lips touch your it was soft and kinda rough at the same time it took him awhile to get comfortable and use tongue but he did when he slipped his tongue into your mouth roaming around it until it met yours

You didn’t know how to say..but no matter how gentle he was his tongue wanted a Dominant matter with you whining her over with his act of dominance

He pulls back from you and lowers himself to your breast and unclipped her bra and taking it off putting it where her shirt was you let out a sigh when your breast were let out

Seeing your reaction he leans forward as he puts his mouth over your left nipple as he felt it harder in his mouth he went over and wrapped his tongue over it hearing you moan he knew he was doing something right

He went over to right breast and cups it playing with it squeezing it gently as he looks up at you seeing your flushed face from his own actions

What he did next he stops touching your breast and he sat up leaving you laying on the bed you see him starting to take off his sleeping shorts once done he was left in boxers

When he takes them off you finally noticed his large boner looking at his boxers for a second you could see at the top of his boner there was a wet spot which was pre-cum

It was his first time so he was quite nervous about un dressing him self sliding his boxers off his cock spring out which was (7’1 inches cut light shave) he looked nervous he was obviously asking for you to give him head

You look at his twitching cock in front of you seeing what he was implying you went on with it you grab his base and put his tip near your mouth putting your tongue on it licking his pre-cum off

You put about a inch into your mouth untill you did another when you hit 4 inch’s in, you hit your limit so you started to bob your head on his cock you look up at him

When you looked up at him you were met with him looking down at you in the eyes making eye contact with you as your continued to bob your head up and down he whispers to you in a quite voice

“Your doing so good”

He said until he puts his large hand on your head then lifts it up from his cock and gave your forehead a kiss looking into your eyes as he changed the position

You yet him with out a sec thought the way he made you feel loved in this was everything to you and him he wanted to make sure you were okay

Laying you down putting a pillow under your head he position him self to you as it took no longer the a few seconds to take your panties off and put them to the side he looks at you

His lavender eyes looks at you before he asked if he got the green flag

“May I?”

“Yes you can”

With that he slid into you only putting half of his member inside off you it hurt a lot as it was the first time you whimper when he started to his cock into your more but it didn’t take a while for that pain to heal pleasure

He started to thrust into you taking that half to a full length into you going faster with every single moan you had you felt super good

“H-..hng-im gonna cum”

You whimper as he nods a long with what you said as if he was agreeing to a statement

“Me to..wanna squeeze my hand when you do?”

He said with a super calm voice as he was thrusting into you, you swear he was something else it made you so flustered but it sounded good to do that so you nodded

He leans towards you and places his hand in yours as he went a bit faster you squeezed his hand a bit more then you remembered

“You have-..to mhm..pull out”

You moan not being able to even finish your sentence until you squeezed his hand more as your felt your climax at its peek you moan when you came

As well as him pulling out of you and cumming on your stomach as he let out a groan releasing his hand you start to calm down but your breathing was heavy

“You were so good in proud of you I’m gonna go get a towel to clean you up”

He said as she got up going to the counsellor bathroom and brings back some water and a tower as he sits on the side of the bed and hands you the water

“Thanks”

“Drink up you need it”

He said as he whips his kids off of your stomach then he puts one of his t-shirts on you which was big of course but it was warm

“My sweetheart..do you wanna have some alone time? I know some people like alone time after sex..or do you want me here I can hold you maybe a massage?”

“Just stay here”

You mumble as you hated to spend some time with him he gets back in the bed and cuddles up to you wrapping the blanket on you as he started to massage your shoulders as he whispers

“We have to do zip line with the kids tomorrow by the way”

He said with a smirk before you fell asleep

[dexteritywins]

untitled || todoroki fluff

a/n : uh so i know almost everyone love character x reader or character x character so dont get mad when you find out its x oc. her quirk is called cosmic energy heres the desc i came up with

- allows user to take and store forms of energy such as light, sound and heat from their surroundings which is than stored in their hair. it can be released to used a weapon or to propel themselves. as long as they dont have too much taken energy in me my hair goes back to normal. and the user can also put stuff in their hair and it works like lions mane (steven universe)

content warning : cussing, it sucks at the beg and gets a little better, you might get secondhand embarrassment, i used ‘i’ super often, oc is aizawas (adopted) daughter like every mha oc

timeline : its like right after they move into dorms like barely a week

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“hey todoroki can i do something with you real quick?” i walk up to him as soon as i walk into homeroom. he looks up at me.  “do what?” i had already set my bag down at my desk, now im pulling out my phone so i can show him an example.

“its trend from like a long time ago, this video is from 2023 i believe. but i just feel like it be cool.” i show him the video and its a tiktok of the ‘you drew stars around my scars’.

“and im not forcing you or anything i just thought itd be cute or something.” i say putting my hand on the back of head. “sure.”

‘ah! what did i hear him right?’

“wait what?” being a bit shocked he said yes so quickly. i just have to double check, maybe even triple.

“i mean sure, do you have a pen or marker?”

“uhm yea i do,” i put my hand in my hair, my hair lighting up around where my arm is, looking for a pen, “got it!” its just a basic bic pen so its easy to wash off.

making sure one more time, “wait are serious fine with me like touching your scar and just your face in general?” triple check it is.

he gets out of his chair, “yes i am fine with it.” then he sits on the floor, waiting for me to follow suit.

‘oh i didnt think of sitting on the floor, i was just gonna pull up another chair but that works!’

i quickly sit in front of him, by now midoriya, denki, sero, yao-momo, and bakugo have shown up, not paying any attention to us. but tsu and uraraka are paying attention.

“can you like hold you hair up like this?” i lift my bangs on the left side of my face, todoroki just nods and does it, “thank you!”

“mhm”

i lift my hand to his face, barely cupping his cheek, guessing his face is so warm from his quirk. since the cap was already taken off my pen so i raised it up to his face and start drawing stars.

barely had drawn 5 stars, “woah are you guys kissing!?” denki practically yells, catching everyones attentions. they all practically run over to us.

everyone who is standing - everyone here by now, except bakugo - had gotten over here. “no we are not kissing, shes drawing stars on my face.” todoroki speaks as i continue my progress, my face getting a little red. 

“it was a trend in the 2020s, of an american song by taylor swift.” i explain a little, not focusing on if im right and instead concentrating on drawing, im not about to let myself mess up.

most of the girls just kinda watched as i continued and everyone went back to their conversations. at some point a got a little to close to his eye and in turn he shut them. “sorry”

“youre fine. it just feels weird like i wanna laugh.” but instead, pulling the pen away for a moment, i laughed, “so it tickles?” 

“i guess so.”

by the time i had finished i had drawn over 30 stars all over his scar. “ahh stop this literally looks so cute! can i take a picture to show you what it looks like?” todoroki just nods.

picking my phone up from beside me and take a considerably good picture, “looks good right?” i turn my phone to him. now i think he looks even better than usual but i dont have to say that.

he just stares at it for a minute and then slightly smiles, “yeah i guess it does.” i can practically hear all the girl melt at that. i take one more picture with him smiling, definitely favoriting that later.

“well if you wanna wash it off you can, you just have to use soap.” he doesnt even think about as he shakes his head.

“ill just wash it off in the shower.” at that, i thought i was gonna die. like hes gonna keep it on all day, i mean i would too but…

the tell tale sign of homeroom offically starting can be heard, the door to the room opening. in walks aizawa with midnight and present mic. we all rush to our seats. iida forgot to tell us homeroom was starting.

“today we are-“ aizawa sensei pauses as he looks up, “todoroki what is on your face?”

“stars, am i not allowed to have drawing on my face? i can go wash it off.” he moves to get up before our teacher starts again.

“no no youre fine i was just wondering why.” 

“oh because satomi-san had an idea.” then i can immediately tell present mic is trying not to laugh as aizawa quickly sends me a look, like hes mad.

i cover my face out of embarrassment, ‘oh, cant wait to go home.’ i cross my fingers hoping he doesnt chew me out once we go home.

“mhm. continuing…”

- lunch time -

iida had seem to forget about this morning. just all of our morning classes.“todoroki-kun what are those stars on your face?” 

me personally, i am dumbfounded, “were you not here this morning, in homeroom?” i quickly say before todoroki has a chance of answering. i apologize for cutting him off before the pro heros son could even start.

“what do you mean?” uraraka physically facepalms, then midoriya follows suit. “i was present in homeroom, i was the first one there.”

“todoroki-kun literally explained it at the very start of homeroom.” uraraka then explains in place of todoroki having food in his mouth.

once midoriya finished chewing his food he piped up, “can i see the video. i was gonna ask this morning but you were busy drawing.” i nod pull my phone out of my hair and show him and uraraka the video.

“oh so its like supposed to make people more comfortable or confident with their scars.” putting my phone back in my hair, i nod. “i also just thought it would make todoroki look even cuter.”

urarakas jaw drops, all eyes on me. then i slowly process what i just said. i can feel my whole face heating up, “i mean everyone knows todorokis’ attractive so its not like calling him cute is weird.” im just digging the hole deeper, someone needs to cover it now.

“ok let me try that again, i just mean that like i believe, at least, every girl in our class thinks he’s attractive. right ochaco-chan?” i pray that shes the same wavelength as me. she nods, thank god.

“and so just…” i dont even know what im saying at this point. raising my hands up to my face i say, “nevermind just take that how you want to.” beside me i hear hagakure giggle.

“someones blushing~” she teases. turning to her i give her the dirtiest looks i can muster right now, but since shes, yanno invisible, it goes straight to bakugo. “what was that for loser? hah?” 

i finished my food a while ago, taken my dishes back to the counter so in front of me theres a clear space. i just lean forward, letting my head practically slam on the table. 

“are you okay?!” uraraka paniced voice says. i just hold a thumbs up, then reach in my hair, once again, for some gum.

i make the wrapper into a heart and give it to - after playing a quick and unlucky round of enie menie miny moe - todoroki. i just know my whole face and neck is red, confidence is key here. i sit up and before i say anything, “are you sure youre okay? thats a big mark on your forehead?” todoroki points out, across from me.

“yup, mhm totally fine, excuse me.” i get up and as i do, bakugo looks up, immediately starts laughing his ass off. i flip him off and  walk to the bathroom. 

-bathroom -

‘literally what was that. now hes gonna think i have a crush on him and i definitely dont. at least i think, maybe, i dont know. why wont this go away?!’ im trying to get the red mark on my face to go away but it just wont.

the bathroom door opens, making this even better, in walks mina. “girl what are doing?” i turn around and show her the mark. “it wont go away. and then i called todoroki cute and attractive to his face.” i cover my face with my hands again. 

she wants over to me, put her hands on my shoulders, “youre joking.” 

“im really not. so series of events real quick. im at the table, iida asks what the stars on todorokis face are, i show midoriya the video i got the idea from, he point out the purpose and then i say that i thought it would make him looks cuter too, as hes sitting right in front of me, i try to give hagakure a look and end up doing to bakugo, then i slam my head on the table, made a gum wrapper heart and ended up having to give it todoroki.” i take a really deep breath. 

“damn girl,” mina quickly glances at my forehead, “well the mark is gone.” i lift my hand to feel it and yeah its gone.

“thank god, now i have to go back cause then midoriyas ass is gonna get worried.” the pinkette just laughs, “have fun!” 

before i walk out i remember something. “youre joking…”

“what?”

“me and todoroki are paired up today for training, im gonna start bawling my eyes out.” 

- lunch room -

“its gone” i say getting back into my seat. “the marks gone.” 

- end of the day, dorms -

sitting on the floor playing mario kart with kirishima, mina, and sero, im starting to get mad. “i swear to god! stop throwing green shells at me fuck faces!” another one hits me, yell just out of anger.

“what the fuck! why am i the only one getting fucked this is some bullshit, 12th place cause of you absolute losers!” they all laugh and i can hear denki laughing behind me. 

“no because all of you always target me, i swear to fuck! you all decide, yeah let just fuck satomi over all game! here you play!” i turn and shove the controller at the blonde behind me. 

staying in my spot, denki sits next to me, playing as my character. “you get one race, i need to calm down.” 

“uh-huh, works for me.”

i get up to, i dont even know. going to the kitchen, i might look for some snacks, and just stand their, staring at the fridge hoping something shows up. “you shouldnt leave that open, it wastes electricity.”

“u.a. is rich i think theyll be fine man.” i close the door and turn towards the voice i didnt really process, its midoriya. “hey. do you have snacks?” 

“huh?”

“do. you. have. snacks. i want some.” i lean my back against the counter, thinking of people who have snacks. well their all down here so cant get any from them. “no i dont think i do, at least any you would like.”

“do you have chips like just original any brand?” midoriya shakes his head. sighing i go back to the living room, “hand it over kaminari.” he pouts before giving my controller back.

soon enough - not even one race later - im raging again. “every single fucking time, im the only one getting fucked, over and over! kirishima stop! agh! WHAT THE HELL YOU ARE SUCH BITCHES!”

from all my yelling we’ve amasses a crowd, consisting of midoriya, denki, bakugo, jiro, tsu, tokoyami, and yao-momo. and at this point im standing.

“YOU MOTHER FUCKERS I SWEAR TO GOD! GO FUCK SOMEONE ELSE OVER! MINA YOU BITCH THE HELL!? AGHH YOU ALL FUCKING SUCK, YOU WAIT FOR ME TO GET IN 2ND OR 1ST THEN ALL FUCK ME! I HATE ALL OF YOU!” 

i had noticed some of my classmates watching but who i hadnt noticed was todoroki coming down here. “eijiro kirishima you best keep one eye open tonight, same with you sero. im gonna fuckin get ya i swear.”

“how long has this been going on?” 

“about 20 probably 30 minutes.”

the race had finally finished and overall i came 9th while in order kirishima, sero and mina in 1st, 2nd and 3rd. a noise of just pure anger comes from me as a throw my controller at the ground.

except i dont here it hit the ground and its weirdly cold now. i look down to see ice, it caught the controller from slamming on the ground and breaking. ‘youre fucking joking me right now’ i just stare straight ahead, not really hearing anything, tune all their laughing and talking out. im about to start crying if i dont calm down right now. 

trying to do my breathing, i can feel it getting a little hot then going back to regular temperature. i pull my hands to my face, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. “im done, denki you play or something.” i walk of to the elevator but i can hear footsteps behind me. ‘open faster dammit, ok, walk instead, yup lets go.’ quickly putting on my slides near the door, i walk out and just go on a walk. 

so theres this thing i do that if i get too mad i start crying, i know “youre a hero in training, you need to get that under control” but it just happens. by the time i get back to the dorms only the girls are left downstairs so i just go straight to my room. instead of being able to enter my room, todoroki is blocking my door.

[star-sim]

hi!! I just read 'you've gotta be kitten me' and your recent enha fic (or headcanons) and you're seriously really good. I loved the Jungwon one so much and I really enjoyed how it wasn't super fast paced and you took your time developing their relationship. And I also really loved Jay in your 'his oh moment' fic, you made it seem like I was really there with him and he actually fell in love with me 😭😭 you're the definition of a prodigy, you do better than most writers whi publish full length books. Anyways that's it. Oh and also this is kinda random but do you listen to Wave To Earth? I really love their music and for some reason you seem like the type of person who listens to them. If you don't you should totally check them out when you're free they're really good. You can also write a 'enha as Wave To Earth songs' fic if you want! That's just a suggestion tho. (Sorry it got too long)

-🐱

HAI 🐱 ANON

EEK YAY!! tbh "youve got to be kitten me" i felt like i was reverting back to my 2020/2021 anime fanfiction days, so many of the events in there are so reminiscent of 2020 anime fandom times.... i actually had a lot of fun with that one, im quite proud of the pacing tho!

truthfully i had some trouble with "his oh moment," jst because my writing style banks on intimacy, which needs a lot of time to build up AND mutual feelings, it was such a short scenario so i had nothing to build up from and i didn't peer into the mind of the reader so i was worried that the intimacy wouldn't be apparent enough... im actually so glad that what i was getting at ACTUALLY came across

i know a few wave to earth songs, definitely only their popular ones like seasons and love... i was actually thinking of writing a fic abt seasons shhhh don't tell anyone *winks* any song recs?

i actually rlly enjoy technical academic writing so i might do one of those enha as ___ either book or song w literary/lyrical analysis.... but i'll keep that idea on the back burner for now

love u 🐱 anon!!!

[lottiecrabie]

just wondering, it's obvious from your (amazing) writing that it's something you've put a lot of time/effort into crafting and are good at!! do u have any plans of pursuing a writing career in your life?? also, is fanfiction a sort of practice for your writing? because you can use matty as a vehicle, bc he's already this person with a personality, so u dont have to focus as much on building his character and can focus on other aspects of writing, or is it just kind of a fun thing on the side? sorry if this comes off as weird or invasive, im just genuinely really curious!! ive been here since the rockstar gf days lol and have been in love with ur writing and ive just been thinking abt this stuff for a while!!

thank you so much!! i do spend perhaps an unnecessary amount of care into my porn lol. i actually would like to have a writing career! i am currently studying screenwriting and i hope to publish smutty romance novels. i don’t know if it will actually come to fruition, but it’s a dream i have!

i’ve started writing fanfiction in 2020 because i was obsessed with a show and i had nothing else to do. it’s immediately been a very fulfilling creative outlet for me. the number of unfinished wips i have is Criminal and the only time i’ve managed to actually complete something is when i had the external validation at the end lmao. i always say i am my first reader because everything i write is things i want to be out there and i reread my stuff perhaps Too much, but i also 100% write for other people. it’s very nice to know people are reading and enjoying and i’ve given fics as gifts to many of my friends. i love making people happy with something i’m good at<3

anyway, by writing fanfiction i have gotten infinitely better as a writer because i practice and produce a lot more than i used to. a few words of a beginning of a story vs entire 100k, 60k, 20k fics makes all the difference. so i’d say it started as a fun thing on the side but accidentally became much appreciated practice that has made me a much more skillful writer

i do think having sort of built in world building makes it easier. exposition is not my strongest suit and not what i’m most interested in. it’s nice to be able to forgo it most of the time. however, i do think i end up writing characters through matty healy and the reader. how is a man so different between pfms and linecook for example if he’s supposed to be The Same Guy. reader is the same— i give them personalities and i always giggle a little when i write “you” as though it’s not an incredibly narrow precise character.

it is not weird and invasive at all!! i love talking about my writing process i could go on and on about this

[asummersday]

@imdefnotvanessa

3. describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

starting off strong lmfao

uhm.

okay so for oneshots, i'll just come up with an idea and i just kinda go from there, no actual outline or plan. i prefer my fics to have a happy ending, so i do have the end in mind, and its basically just "it ends with comfort and/or cuddles".

honestly, i only come up with a vague idea of what i want to happen and let the fic do its own thing.

for some of my longer works (three-shots or oneshots that go over 10k and have a plot), i'll come up with a mental list of the things i want to happen, no real outlines to worry about there either.

regarding fics with more than 3 chapters: i havent written those since 2020 (which is. wild) so i only have one example for this (since my last longfic was zero outline, just a core concept, "fuck it we ball". i like the energy 16 y/o me brought to the table tbh). what i did for all the ashes in my wake was that i made an outline (just filled with the major plot points in the fic, bullet point style) just to have a general direction to take the fic in.

then i made a chapter by chapter outline (that i update everytime i veer off-track or introduce something i didnt originally intend to add in (*cough* big mama *cough*)). i just jot down the basic things that will happen, how its gonna end, plus some basic notes regarding the progress of the internal + external conflicts. stuff to keep in mind and the such.

(sorry if this one is a bit all over the place, it's hard to really describe my creative process other than just saying "chaos and dozens of sticky notes")

15. how do you write smut scenes? Do you get very visual or detailed? How important is it to be realistic?

i've never actually written any smut scene. first, i think i'd be very bad at it, but also i've just never really wanted to write anything smutty.

20. have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

i DO actually have a common setting for patrol scenes!! i like to set those in warehouses more often than not. not sure why, maybe because it's such a generic bad guy location, or because it's a location that doesn't require too much research. when in doubt on where to set your patrol/fight scene, put em in a warehouse!

other than that, i like to compare my characters feeling dizzy/about to pass out to feeling like they're underwater/everything feels muffled/murky

similarly, when a character wakes up after passing out/being knocked out, i like to write "it was like breaching the surface of a murky pond" or something like that

(i wish i could put more here, im just very bad at noticing my own writing patterns lmao.)

26. which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

my one and only crackfic ghosts? in front of MY salad? where duke thomas decides the best sibling bonding activity is trying to summon a ghost when he lives in gotham city. this was written in one sitting at 3 in the morning, and you can tell.

here's a little gem from this nonsensical fic:

“So,” Duke said nervously. “Does anyone know how to unsummon a ghost?” Another lamp was knocked off a cabinet and smashed on the ground. Alfred was really not gonna be happy.

55. of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

hm. for this fandom, my favorite to write for is Leo (i dont think ive been subtle about that LMFAO)

the choice wasn't really swayed by followers or readers, he's just so easy to write for me because i relate to him (and raph) the most, and we share a similar sense of humor which really makes writing internal dialogue and his pov chapters easy for me. and this is especially true for ataimw, but im the oldest and i saw a lot of myself in leo when he was arguing with raph in the movie and i quite literally went "oh so he is EXACTLY like me during arguments"

i do HC leo as the younger twin, so with me being the oldest sibling, you would THINK raph would be easier to write for me but nope!! apparently not!!

(maybe its bc i see leo as having adhd like me and going "i can write that. I CAN WRITE THAT")

thank you for the ask!! <33

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[burntheupholstery]

NORTH: bleed, breathe

AO3 link

A Vexx/F!Traveller soulmate AU slow-burn canon divergence fic.

Summary

It is the year 3025. After a coup d'etat on the capital planet of the Seleotan system, Goldis, the system is now in chaos. With High King Fenris Peg'asi, the Three Queens, and the elusive eleven royal children dead, power now lies in the hands of Jez Zovack, Usurper King, leader of the interplanetary K'Merii clan.

Unbeknownst to everyone except the crew of the Andromeda Six, the youngest princess, Apolia Le'jean Peg'asi, third half-Tilaari daughter of the Stellar Queen, has escaped the massacre at Prince Sorenn's wedding reception.

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this is a fic i’ve been working on for a while now. scifi stuff you can look forwards to:

urban worldbuilding!

space politics!

unethical experimentation!

consensual and non-consensual body modification! found family!

learning to love yourself!

recovering from mental trauma!

reconnecting with family!

and of course heaps and loads of angst.

the title of the the series is north because of the Tilaari soulmark being a compass rose, and the Tilaaria calling their soulmates their ‘north’.

oh also the whole thing is in second person. come read it?

[leahblackk]

Home

(Not my gif whoever made this thank you so much and I’m sorry)

Summary: Spencer and reader got married a year ago and things went perfectly fine, until they weren’t the same.

Based on the song “Home” by Cavetown.

You can tell me what you think about this fic here. And here’s my masterlist.

Couple: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of struggling and prison, self-sabotage, anxiety and problems in general. Marital problems. If you find any let me know!

Personal note; Hey friends! I want to quick ramble before you read the fic and if you don’t want me to ramble please feel free to just pass to the writing im not gonna be mad, first because I won’t know and second because im hoping no one reads this as I don’t like to talk about personal things. So I find an amazing comfort in songs and some of them speak proudly to my soul and that’s what this song did. I found out about this is in 2020, and it wasn’t an easy year for me to be honest. And I heard this song in repeat at 3 AM because it spoke to me, because I felt identified with this. And this is a special song and I wanted to do something with it with my favourite boy, Spencer Reid. And fun fact, when I was writing this note, someone from my family was watching a movie and the name of the main character was Spencer so… a sign maybe?

Not personal note; This song can be taken in every way and I’ve heard theories about what the song is, what it means and to be honest one of my favourite thing about writing and songs is that can touch anyone in every way even if the song wasn’t specifically written about an specific situation, or it did but people took it from another angle and that’s what I did. Enjoy! You can listen to the song while you read, it’s not necessary as the writing is longer than the song but if you want to, feel free to! <3 tagging; @everythingbutnormal, @measure-in-pain

Often, I am upset

That I cannot fall in love, but I guess

This avoids the stress of falling out of it

Fears. We all have them. Maybe deep down in the deep end of our soul and hearts, the darkest part of our minds where we don't want people to notice, to think we are weird, to know our debilities. To let them know, we are not strong people, and sometimes, we are weak.

We all are afraid of something.

But what if that something is something you can't avoid? You can't run from? Something you also love and wish to have in your daily life.

Someone you can talk to, trust, love and to be loved. To care, to know, to always know. Someone you can call when you succeed but cry in their arms when the strong storm hits home with furious rage and violence, with darkest and fears, with demons that want to pull us apart with twisted knives, leaving scars and flinches of what once we used to know.

To be afraid of love yet want that same love, deep and unknown as the ocean itself, is a fine line. The idea of love might fool us, and then it will slap us into reality. Not everything is books and romantic novels with sunsets and beautiful rainy days when after all that bad the sun and the birds will sing and shine with harmonious peace to put away all the pain and tears, not everything is singing and dancing in the rain but stand there and scream at the universe and the highly superior power for putting you there, blame someone else or blame yourself.

Love is scary but can be the most beautiful thing someone could ever experience. Sometimes, love can be beautiful windy days with cuddles and kisses and warmth. But the tornado will hit anytime soon, so you better grab the grass and not lose your boots.

The love-struck attack is the main character of our story. Even though she was scared when she realized about the butterflies and silly smiles, the sleepless night staring at the ceiling and imagining his smile.

And he did too.

The comfort feeling and the blushed rosy cheeks. The quick glazes and slightly brushed touches. The late-night talks.

Love can even destroy our veterans' warriors.

He fell in love with her.

And she fell in love with him.

Until, maybe, the love slipped through their fingers.

Are you tired of me yet?

I'm a little sick right now, but I swear

When I'm ready, I will fly us out of here.

Y/n felt numb, sick, and in an awful pilot mode. Thoughts had been running out and in her mind filled with poison and doubts, with demons and darkest—thoughts of her and Spencers' relationship of almost four years. The one relationship she has been fighting over for the last three months a year after Spencer came out of prison.

She wonders what happened for what once was the most precious thing she could ever hold close to her heart, now damaged and broken. A faithless thought, a faithless love, wildfire on her soul screaming for him to come back with the love, he once whispered the night they watched the stars and made love, in her ear with warm breath, he promised he would never fall out of love.

But promises were broken like the chains attached to his hands after he was called innocent, and yes, he was innocent but not from breaking his dear wife's heart. Something he swore he would never do. But promises are broken cruelly, just like naïve hearts.

The only conclusion she came out with was; He was tired of her.

He was tired of her goodnight kisses and being closer and closer to each other. He was tired of back hugs and kisses on his back. He was tired of her wishing him a beautiful good day even if they would leave and see each other at work. He was tired of her vanilla scent, of her eyes and smiles and laughs.

And she felt like a pile of a burden you have carried in your back for long hours.

He was tired of her, and she didn't blame him. She didn't.

People always leave, even those who promised they would never do, mostly them. Liars, liars, liars. Cruel liars said they didn't like lies, and yes, they don't like being lied to, but they love to lie. The untruth words on their throats coming out of their mouths with beautiful sound but ugly echo on the ears of the other, taking that promise close to their hearts and believing it until the truth came out as the shining sun wishing to have stayed in the dark. Burning their skin and living scars.

Those who claim not to like lies are the kings and queens of lies. We are on our knees for you, beautiful perfect liar. You lied to us, and we believe it like little children. 

Spencer Reid. He was tired of his wife. That was what she thought. That was what she felt when the talking and glazes stopped, the slight or strong touches. When the kisses on the nose and lips, passion and love, it didn't exist anymore.

He had left her a long time ago, even if he remained with her, but no, he left her. Even if he wore his wedding ring, he had taken it off when he stopped loving her. That was what she thought. That was what she believed in with passion and truth.

He was tired of her.

I'll cut my hair.

To make you stare.

It wasn't a lie that Y/n missed those love stares at her. Those hazel golden sparkly eyes full of adoration and love, those her friends and family were jealous of. They wanted a significant other who would look at them the same way Spencer did—used to do.

She never felt like asking if he still loved her after all that time because when they were out with their friends and music was loud, and people's laughter was heard all over the place, those eyes remained on her, with love, so she didn't need to ask. That was all the answer she needed to know.

But now, she wasn't sure. And it burned her inside out.

So she made her way alone to the salon and asked for a haircut—shoulder length. The salon people asked her if she was sure, and she nodded. The words couldn't get out of her mouth as she was afraid she would say no. She always had beautiful long hair, and now the scissors did their job with the echoing sound on her hair until it fell into the floor.

And she felt relief, and she felt alive again like the phoenix reborn from its ashes. She always hates when people change for other people. She always thought someone should love a person by who they are, without changing. And even if at the beginning she thought that was for Spencer, it was a lie. It was for her. For her own good after months and months of struggling, not only with her relationship but to remain.

And now she felt alive.

She walked home with a smile and sat there, smiling. An action she hasn't made truly for months. She was, genuinely, smiling.

…

Spencer opens the door to enter his home, taking his shoes and satchel, putting them aside, and he sees his wife's shoes. She was there. She left work early, and it wasn't strange for him or anyone else around. They haven't been the same, and he knows it. They didn't leave home in the mornings and stopped for donuts, smoothies, and coffee at the bakery shop. They left separately and came home as the same. Not talking, not looking.

He shakes his head to get the thoughts out of his head. He looks at the wall full of pictures of them, alone and with their friends and family. Spencer stares at the one from their wedding. She didn't choose a white dress for her wedding, and he loved it. He cried when she walked to him, he had the girl of his dreams forever, but now she was slipping through his fingers.

He walked to the kitchen, exhaling and opening the door. He picked a mug and coffee and sat at the dining table with a book in his hand. The door was now open again, but his eyes didn't leave the pages. She walked to the fridge and took apple juice and closed it to go then and watch her hands, and that's when Spencer looked at her. A quick glaze to then go back to his book until he saw it. He looked again to see if his eyes weren't mistaken, and his breath was cut. She cut her hair.

"You cut your hair," he softly spoke. Y/ns heart stopped and looked up to the window without looking at him. Of course, she had heard his voice but not at her.

She took a rag and dry her hands, with her back still at him. "Yes. I did," she shortly responded.

It wasn't a question, and she knew it. He was asking "why?" and she knew it, but to be sincere, she didn't want to give him that answer.

"W-Why?" he asked what he wanted to know. "I mean, it looks lovely, but… why? I thought you loved your long hair."

A compliment.

A compliment after all that time.

Was what she wanted, wasn't it? And if it was what she wanted, why didn't she feel anything?

"I did." Short answer again. Spencer frowned.

"Why did you do it then?"

She softly turned around and finally looked at him. Without any emotion. Without excitement or love.

"Because it was damaged, and you know Spencer, when things are damaged, they need to be cut off, so it doesn't ruin the other things around them."

Turn off your porcelain face.

I can't really think right now, and this place

Has too many colours to drive all of us insane.

The music was loud, and the bar was full. The people dance and chat around, walking as well or even kissing in little dark corners. The lights moved all over the place, making you feel dizzy. The wind and the cold entered your bones with force.

The team, finally, decided to go out and enjoy the free time they had. All were there, including the spouses for certain already married people, and watching them look at the other with love, it made Y/n feel out of place, made her sit and watched her hands under the table instead of her husband, he sat in front of her and didn't even recognize her enough.

Yes, they lived together and were married, but that didn't mean they still loved each other. Or at least Spencer didn't. Y/n could say with pride that she still loved Spencer, even if he didn't feel the same towards her. If their relationship got over officially, she knew she would walk proudly because she loved him with all her heart until the last minute.

It got her memories from when they were younger and in love with each other with passion, and for real. It reminds her of her thinking if he felt the same, and maybe once he did, but that love that remained in his heart, now there were only ashes of the fire once became wild.

Spencer stands up and walks for drinks for his friends. Maybe that was an excuse to get out of that uncomfortable situation. He walked, trying to avoid the touch of the people dancing while Y/n's eyes remained on him. He sat and ordered whatever Morgan asked him and waited.

He looked beautiful. His messy now, even more, longer hair and his dad's body. He wasn't the skinny man anymore. He didn't work out because he didn't have time and because he didn't feel necessary, and he didn't entirely enjoy physical activities, but his body was perfect. He didn't need less or more. He was perfect in every aspect. His large fingers palmed the wooden bar, and Y/n looked at how his wedding ring shone with that specific light, she could see it from where she sat, but the brown-haired girl with perfect eyes and perfect smile didn't.

She sat on the chair in front of him, and Spencer at first didn't acknowledge her, but when she spoke, he did. She said hi with a pleasant smile, moving her long hair aside to look better. She was beautiful, stunning even. Y/n's heart ached, and her stomach felt sick. She felt sick.

It wasn't a surprise that someone was interested in Spencer. He walked with a face and perfection created by the ancient mythological gods, Aphrodite did a beautiful job on him, and there was no doubt about it. He had power on his soul, and everyone stared at him. Who wouldn't?

Spencer apparently said something funny because the girl laughed, and the music suddenly stopped. Everything stopped. It was only them. The same as when Y/n and Reid met. And then she realized.

The man she once loved, and still loved with furious passion, wasn't hers anymore. And she had to let him go.

He wasn't hers, even if he wears the ring that claims he was taken. He wasn't. It was just gold, just that, because the promise that ring once held was broken. Broken like her heart. And broken like the glass her hand dropped and fell to the floor.

Her friends looked at her with worried eyes. And Spencer turned around. He heard it too. She looked down, and her cheeks turned red. "I'm sorry, I don't feel well." She murmured and took her purse to then walk to the exit.

Spencer looks at her and then her friends who were looking at him. They were saying with their eyes, "go after her," and he did. He excused himself from the lady in front who asked him about his ring and followed his lady.

He saw her trying to breathe correctly, and Spencer's heart ached. "Y/n?" he murmured. She turned around, and Spencer saw her eyes. Full of pain and worries, full of awful darkness, and the shine wasn't there anymore. He took one step forward, and she took three back. "Hey, it's okay, it's me," he said.

It's me.

But who was him?

"I'm okay. I uh, I'm just gonna head home. I think I got food poisoning." She lied.

She lied, and Spencer knew.

"You haven't eaten anything."

How does he know?

He wasn't looking at her. Not anymore.

"It's okay, Spencer. I'm fine, go back. Enjoy your evening."

Spencer wondered when was the last time she called him by a sweet nickname. She doesn't call him Spencer, and it hurts him. But she was hurt, and she was first.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong."

"Yes, it is. You think you can lie to me, but I have known you way too long."

"You think you know me, but if you really did, you weren't asking if something is wrong." She snapped.

You would already know.

"Is it because of the woman in the bar?"

She chuckled and nodded, "Yes, Spencer. Is because of her. Congratulations, you figured it all out," she said with sarcasm.

"Why are you so mean? I'm just trying to help you." He frowned.

"Because I don't need help, Spencer. And when I did, you weren't there, so I don't think you can help too much right now."

His stomach dropped.

"What does that mean?"

"It means what it means. I needed you a long time ago, and today I realized I have been fooling myself these past months. You don't love me anymore, and you didn't even have the decency to tell me so. You made me figure it out by myself, and believe me, it wasn't a fun process."

"W-Why are you saying that?" Spencer's voice broke. He was really hurt, but mostly because he realized he had hurt her, and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

"Spencer, you are a genius. Don't act like you don't know anything."

"Because I don't! I don't know what you meant by that, and I don't think even-I don't even…."

"You don't have to say anything. When I needed you to say something, you didn't, and your words are not welcome now," Spencer's eyes hurt as the tears wanted to make their way down. He tried to say something, but his words couldn't come out of his mouth, his heart ached, and the air wasn't enough. He looked at her hands that traveled to her left hand where her rings were. Spencer shook his head, and the tears finally came down. "Here, maybe you can find a new wife tonight." She handed the rings and he shook his head again.

He didn't need a new wife.

"Put it back on, please. Put it back on," he murmured. Soft broken voice for a soft broken heart. Y/n closed her eyes for a second, hearing his voice, but she made a decision. Or he did months ago. She took two steps forward and took his hand to put the rings on his palms then.

Spencer shook his head again, and again, and again. Hot tears in both soft red eyes. He looked up at her, and her face made him look down and close his eyes. He couldn't handle the pain she was feeling because of him. He could feel her pain and his as well. All was too much. He knew what he did wrong, and he thought he was doing it for good but now watching the woman he loved giving him back the rings he promised he would keep, he realized he made a mistake. He wanted to scream and beg her on his knees for her to stay, but he couldn't find his voice. He, the man who loves to words, was speechless and out of words now. He couldn’t find them. 

Y/n turned around and walked to leave, not looking back while Spencer looked at the rings and back at her. He wanted to scream.

Scream Spencer!

Scream!

But all he could manage was a violent sob.

And he sobbed, and sobbed watching her go in the middle of the street on a cold night.

He was frozen, not because of the cold of the night but because of the cold of not having her warmth.

He couldn't breathe.

Not without her.

She was his soft addictive air. And now she is gone. And he couldn't breathe.

Are you dead?

Sometimes I think I'm dead

Cause I can feel the ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head.

But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet.

Y/n made it home. She got out of her car and ran upstairs to their shared room. She looked around, everything felt different, and her mind wondered if she made the right choice. They weren't divorced, at least not officially, but it's going to feel this way when they are? is it gonna feel this way? Because if it does, she doesn't want to.

He seems different. He looked like he really cares about her. He even asks her to put the rings back on. Does that mean he still loves her, or is he doing it for pity?

She doesn't know. She doesn't know anything now.

She thought that would make them happy, Spencer would be finally free, and she would be happy seeing him free. But now, everything feels different.

Y/n look at everything around her. That house had memories everywhere.

When she tried to guess the end of the movie before he did, and she was always right, so did he.

When they stayed up all night when Spencer came back from prison, they couldn't stay away from each other. He needed her. She needed him.

When they host their first Christmas dinner with the team, now everything seems broken.

She had to get out of there before Spencer came back because if he did and she was still there, she wouldn't have the courage to go. To leave him. She couldn't leave him.

Y/n walked to the closet and took her bag, and put all her clothes from the closet she shared with Spencer with desperate moves while the tears remained on her eyes, coming down, down. She sobbed, and the vibrations on her chest hurt even more.

She sat there as she felt dizzy. She looked at everything, and she cried and cried, she sobbed, she needed him.

She felt like something died inside of her. Something was missing, a piece of her heart, or maybe her whole heart.

Get a load of this monster

He doesn't know how to communicate

His mind is in a different place

Will everybody please give him a little bit of space?

There is some experience in life that could change your whole perspective of things. It could change the way you act or think. Could change your essence.

Spencer had experienced lots of those many times. So often that he's tired of fighting over to get a view of the rainbow, everyone talks about.

When he went to prison… he had to do things he couldn't even bring himself to talk about. He had to do them in order to survive.

Yet, after all those experiences, he never learned how to communicate, and he knew that would bring him so much trouble in the future, but he never thought he would lose the woman of his dreams because of it. And he regrets every single thing he did these past months.

He, of course, knew what he was doing. At first, it begins with not talking with her or touching her much, and it burns him because he wanted to. But she meant too much to him that it was better to do so and let himself suffer not to see her suffer, but the pain was already there for both souls.

Self-sabotage.

That was what he had done.

And he watched himself do it over and over and over until there was nothing left.

Even when he wanted to stop doing it, it didn't happen. He kept doing it even if his mind begged him to stop.

He didn't have control over himself anymore.

And he walked slowly, and he walked, and walked, and walked until his feet hurt. He didn't know where he was going until he looked up. He was home.

Get a load of this train wreck

His hair’s a mess, and he doesn't know who he is yet

But little do we know, the stars welcome him with open…

Y/n's bag was already full of clothes, and she entered the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. She was a mess, a train wreck, and she felt like it as well.

Her hair was a mess.

Everything was a mess.

She pressed her lips together, trying to stop the sobs, but she couldn't. She didn't have control over herself anymore.

She tried and tried to leave, but she couldn't. She couldn't. There was something that was holding her from going, and she begs that thing to stop. She wanted to go. She wanted to go and find peace. But she knew that peace wasn't anywhere near.

Go!

Go!

But she stayed frozen on her bathroom floor. It wasn't the first time, and she could hear Spencer's voice on the back of her head telling her to get up because of the germs, but she couldn't. She was literally frozen as she cried.

And she heard the front door open. But she didn't even flinch. She couldn't.

But little do we know, the stars welcome them with open arms

Spencer entered the house, and the warmth was still there for some reason. The lights were on, and he thought Y/n left them like that after she left him with hurry, and he doesn't blame her. He looked at the shoes, and her shoes weren't there, which proved his theory.

She left.

She left him.

He looked at the pictures on the wall. And it hurt him even more.

He took the one from their wedding, and he traced her beautiful face softly, feeling the cold of the glass. His hands started trembling, and he took the frame close to his chest so it wouldn't break on the floor. That was the only thing he had left, and he wasn't going to break it.

He walked upstairs softly, and the door of their shared room was open, and he stepped inside. Bags and clothes were everywhere, and he frowned. Why were those things still there?

He heard soft sobs coming from the bathroom, and he walked, leaving the picture on the bed. The door was closed. He heard it again.

She was there.

Time is

Slowly

Y/n heard him. He was there.

She had to face him in order to get out of there now. She closed the door when she entered the bathroom, but she didn't lock it, and she was scared Spencer would enter.

She heard steps approaching, and she closed her eyes, expecting it. The golden handle made its sound when the door was about to be open, and her heart started to go faster, praying her body would react. She heard the door open a little bit to then be closed.

She frowned and opened her eyes. The door was closed.

"I know you are in there, but I also know you don't want me to enter, so i'll stay outside," Spencer said, sitting on the floor with his back pressed against the door. He sighed. "I-I wasn't... I didn't think you would be still at home, and to be honest, I was expecting to come back here until you came back with the divorce papers," he explains and chuckled.

She didn't chuckle. She sobbed, and Spencer hears it. He closed his eyes and licked his lips while the tears came down again. He put his knees to his chest and messed his hair even more. "I know there's no point in explaining why I did what I did, and I don't deserve your forgiveness, so I will not say this with the hope of you doing so, but I think you deserve an explanation, and I think you wanted it for so long, but I never dared to talk to you. And is stupid because I like talking to you," he sobbed in between words.

"It was hard for me to do all those things. It burns me inside, but I have this tendency to ruin everything good I have in life. Either thinking that someday it will end or just thinking I don't deserve it and with you was different because I thought you would stay forever," he tried to calm his breathing. "And when I went to prison, there was this man I used to talk to. He… He was one of the few friends I had, and he told me he was also married, but now he was there, he didn't want his wife to see the monster he had become. And he said he self-sabotaged himself. He did all the things his wife hated so she would hate him. And she did, they got divorced, and he went back to prison. I asked him if he regretted it and he said, "No, not even a little bit." And I thought he said so because he didn't want to be with his wife, so he used a lame excuse, but he actually still loves her so much, and he didn't care about his pain but hers. When you go to prison, even if you are innocent, you are not innocent when you get out. It destroys you, physically and mentally. And I was scared."

His voice breaks once more, and Y/n hears him. Every single thing. "At first, it wasn't my intention, but I stopped touching you because I was scared I was going to hurt you, and then I started being aware of the things I was doing, and I tried to stop myself from doing them, but I couldn't. I couldn't because I loved you so much that I didn't want you to be hurt and to get stuck with me when I'm not the same person you fell in love with. I'm not that person anymore, Y/n, and I swear I tried to get him back, I swear I tried," he then started crying violently, "And instead of doing better, I hurt you in the process, and it wasn't my intention. I wasn't there when you needed me, and you were there when I needed you, and I don't deserve you. I never did, but today, seeing you giving me back the rings, I realized I was doing everything wrong. Seeing you in such pain because of me and when I married you, I swear I was going to protect you from everything, but I wasn't aware the only person you needed being protected from was myself."

And Y/n had enough of his words. She got up and knocked on the door, letting him know she was going to open it, and then when she heard him moving, she opened the door. She looked at him.

He was a mess as well. Red puffy eyes, rosy cheeks, and a little blood coming from his lips after biting them so hard. He was hugging his legs, and he looked up at her. He was still her husband, and he looked at her with love this time, with love and regrets.

She sat next to him without looking again. "You still love me?" She murmured.

He frowned, "W-What?"

"You said, "I loved you." So I'm asking. Do you still love me, Spencer Reid?" She looked at him, and he looked at her with soft eyes.

He asked her if he could take her hand, and she nodded. He took her hand in his and caressed them softly. He got up and sat on his knees in front of her and took her hands again, kissing them over and over while the tears fell on her hands. Y/n could feel his love again. She felt so much his love that she started shaking and crying, but there was no sadness in her tears this time. "I have loved you since the first time I saw you. You have bewitched me body and soul, and I could never love someone else, nor will I stop loving you," he repeats his vows. He took her face and put his forehead on hers. Both closing their eyes, "That was a promise I made, with your soul and heart. I'm sorry you ever had to doubt my love for you. I haven't stopped loving you, not even a little bit. In fact, my love for you has grown even more, and I think I'm not capable of stop loving you." Spencer looked at her, still with his hands on her soft face, but he stayed back to have a clear look at her face. "Now, you tell me. After all this time, you still love me?"

Silence.

Spencer looked at her, worried. If she stopped loving him, he wouldn't judge her at all.

"I haven't stopped loving you, Spencer Reid. Even if you are a little shit sometimes," they chuckled. "We have to talk, alright? The things you said about self-sabotage are not good," he nodded. She caressed his face. He leaned on her touch as he missed it so much. "I don't want you to think you don't deserve me. I used to think the same when we first got together, but then I realized we were meant for each other. We are, and I will never stop loving you, even if you want me to do so. I know you are not good with communication, and I respect that. I won't force you to talk to me because it is hard, and I know it is, but I will also like for you to even say if something is wrong and figure it out together. You are not alone, Spencer, not anymore. Okay?"

He nods once again, he took her hand once more and took the rings out of his pocket and look at her for permission. She nodded and he put them where they belonged, "I love you so much, angel. I'm so sorry," he hugged her, hiding his face on her neck and kissing it over and over. "I'm sorry I put you through hell."

"I will always go to hell if it is for you, my love. Don't even doubt it. You are my home."

He then sobbed. Happiness, that was what he felt.

He was her home.

"You are my home, Y/n. You have been and always will be, my home."

But strangely, he feels at home in this place. 

[queenshelby]

Roommates – Part Six

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 1,078

Warning: Smut (Not with Reader)

Note: This plays in 2020.

When you went to your room that night, you were quick to plug your headphones into your ears and listen to some of the podcasts you enjoyed. The last thing you wanted to hear was Cillian having sex with Lindsay.

Lindsay, on the other hand, was quick to lose the entirety of her clothes as soon as she stepped into Cillian’s bedroom after not having been with Cillian for a while due to the restrictions.

She was wearing dark red lace lingerie with a thong, the colour of which was matched by her lipstick.

But the sight of her did nothing to Cillian as he walked inside the bedroom wearing only his briefs.

‘Don’t you like red, Cilly?’ Lindsay chuckled before approaching him and running her smooth hands over his chest and down towards his crotch without any reaction from him.

‘It looks nice’ Cillian barely managed to huff out as he realised that this might be more difficult than he had anticipated.

Of course, he loved being intimate and having sex. Who doesn’t? But, after dealing with raging erections for weeks when seeing you, now that he was in front of this beautiful half naked and willing woman, he wasn’t aroused in the slightest.

In his mind, he had to laugh about the fact that he couldn’t contain himself when being around you and now that he was with the woman he was dating, he lost all interest in sex. It was rather ironic he thought, since, just moments ago, over dinner, he was rock hard simply from watching you play with your tongue piercing in between your teeth.

Unsurprisingly, Lindsay noticed and, after she removed her bra and kissed Cillian passionately while he starred into a void, she dropped onto her knees and pushed down his briefs. She knew that this always did the trick even when he wasn’t in the mood and Cillian firmly believed that her attempt to make him all needy and horny this way would certainly be successful.

Just as anticipated, when Lindsay wrapped her mouth around Cillian’s cock, it began to harden and his hand soon got tangled in her hair and against the back of her head while he closed his eyes, indulging in the pleasure Lindsay was giving him.

Lindsay bobbed her head up and down Cillian’s hardening shaft while her hands moved around him, holding onto his ass cheeks firmly as she continued to suck him.

Finally, he began to pant and groan as she was taking his cock deep into her mouth and running her lips over his length more firmly.

‘That’s it, keep going’ Cillian groaned with his eyes still closed as Lindsay continued to pleasure him. He had finally found his mojo but the problem was that he didn’t think about Lindsay’s mouth on his cock.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he then groaned as his cock bottomed out in the back of Lindsay’s throat and, just as he did, Lindsay pulled away and stood up.

‘Oh my god. Are you fucking serious?’ Lindsay asked outraged, causing Cillian’s eyes to shoot open. ‘You are thinking about her while I suck you. That’s just great’ she then said somewhat upset before sitting down on Cillian’s bed.

‘Fuck, Lindsay, I am sorry. I don’t know what is going on with me at the moment’ Cillian explained, pulling up his briefs.

‘I think you might actually be in love with your housemate’ Lindsay then said, beginning to laugh before pulling her jumper over her head and grabbing her jeans from the dresser.

‘It’s not funny, she’s been my fucking friend for over ten years’ Cillian huffed out, sitting down besides her and apologising to her.

‘It’s fine. I know I was just a distraction even though I wanted to be more’ Lindsay said, knowing about his divorce and relationship with Laura which turned bad rather quickly when Laura became too possessive.

‘It was fun, while it lasted, right?’ Cillian then said with a warm smile, causing Lindsay to chuckle.

‘Yeah’ she huffed out before asking him a pressing question. ‘I am curious though, you didn’t always think about Y/N when we had sex, right?’ Lindsay asked somewhat concerned, causing Cillian to laugh.

‘No, never actually. Not until now’ Cillian reassured her.

‘Well, good luck chuck. I think she was a little jealous tonight so your chances might be pretty good with her’ Lindsay then said before giving Cillian a final kiss and grabbing her things. ‘If you ever get bored of her or she doesn’t want you, you’ve got my number’ Lindsay then said with a wink before leaving Cillian’s bedroom and walking towards the front door.

Cillian saw her out after putting on a t-shirt and apologising to her once again, which she thought wasn’t necessary.

Then, Cillian walked past your room to see whether you were still up. When he saw that your light was on, he decided to knock.

Surpassingly, you heard the knock after the second time and, after removing your earphones, you allowed Cillian to come inside.

‘Aren’t you busy with Lindsay?’ you asked, causing Cillian to shake his head.

‘No, she left’ he said before sitting down next you on the bed.

‘So, it was just a quickie then huh?’ you joked, causing Cillian to laugh.

‘It was nothing at all actually…Well, almost nothing at all’ he responded with some slight embarrassment.

‘Are you alright?’ you asked concerned, thinking that something must have happened between them.

‘I am fine. I just realised that she isn’t for me. I am interested in someone else’ he explained, looking at you with his deep blue eyes.

‘If it is Laura, I am staying the fuck out of it, Cillian’ you huffed out and Cillian shook his head and moved closer towards you.

‘It’s not Laura, it’s…’ he went on to say and, just as he was about to finish his sentence, you both heard a loud bang and the room went dark.

‘Fuck’ you both huffed out at the same time as a lightening strike must have hit the nearby power line and you were left without electricity.

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cheering you up ; haikyuu boys

synopsis; different ways the haikyuu boys care for you and cheer you up when you’re sad

pairings; karasuno x reader, nekoma x reader, aoba johsai x reader, fukurodani x reader, shiratorizawa x reader, inarizaki x reader

genre; fluff

warnings; none probably a bunch of mistakes lmfao

note; i had to repost this like 3 times rip. anyways, im sorry for not adding inarizaki on my last one jbshds but they’re here now!!

karasuno ━━

sugawara koshi; i definitely think he's so in tune with you, and your emotions. he learns your cues very well, and knows every little thing about you that there is to learn. if you're having a bad day, he'll notice right away. he won't comment on it though. all he'll do is these little things to try to cheer you up, but it's going to be very subtle. he'll let u rest ur head on his shoulder, run his fingers through ur hair. he'll sneakily buy u ur favorite snack. doesn't bring anything up until you do. ends the day with cuddles and a chick flick.

sawamura daichi; he notices but he doesn't really know how to react. not because he doesn't know what to do, but because he doesn't want to trigger you or deepen your sadness in any way. he's very careful with you. if it's something throughout the day, he's very quiet and tender with you, just silently lets you rest your head against his chest and rubs your back/arm tenderly. as you're walking home he asks if you want to talk about it, and reminds you that it's good to, but it's also okay if you don't want to.

nishinoya yuu; not a single sad moment with mr noya here. seriously you cannot breathe. ok but in all honesty, when you're sad. he's sad. sends you memes, and you'll be laughing at them with tears streaming down your face because you don't really know what you're feeling anymore. he does a lot of tiktok trends with you, any of the couple ones. grabs your faces and ,,, smooch all over. until you have no choice but to laugh. if you want to cry even more, he'll watch the notebook and the vow a thousand times over, and be a sobbing mess next to you. just don't tell the guys okay? <3

kageyama tobio; he's so.   bad. at this please help him. like he can tell ur sad, bc he's v good at reading people. but like. what the fuck is he supposed to do. anyways. when u two get to be alone and he kinda notices how quiet you are, he just nudges you slightly, and pulls you to him. it's easier to talk to you, he's calmer, when he can't directly look at you. when he feels you start to shake in his arms, feels the wet tears down your cheeks as you start to sob in his arms, his heart kinda breaks. all he can do is hold you, but it's what you need. and he'll listen too, if that's what you need as well.

tsukishima kei; i think he notices, but doesn't bring it up at all. the way he goes about it is he'll tease you to try and bring a smile on your face. because this is tsukki, and you know him well enough, you know the truth behind his jabs, enough to appreciate them. if it doesn't work, he'll just start to make fun of people in front of you, pointing random people out with you and just being like "wanna bet on what's making their relationship fall apart" this sadist i stg. like suga, he subtly makes you feel better until you yourself approach him about whatever's upsetting. actually gives 10/10 advice bc he's v honest.

asahi azumane; he's so empathetic oh my god bruh. notices immediately. "baby what's got u so upset" w a big pout on his face and when u just mumble "nothin" so low he barely catches it and instead throw yourself into his arms, he gives you a big, certified asahi bear hug. doesn't leave your side at all. constantly mutters sweet nothings and encouragements. if you do the bare minimum like make it through class he'll meet you after and be all "im so proud of my pretty baby". cuddles all day. all night. he's not very good at advice but he is the best listener !!! so attentive and you'll feel a huge weight lifted.

tanaka ryunosuke; "aight who do i need to jump" type beat. u love him so much though. that one sentence and sentiment already has you feeling better. immediately hugs you so tight, borderline suffocating you. "wanna ditch school". 100% willing to do so. he doesn't really know whether to approach it with distracting you or facing the obstacle head-on, but he finds a middle ground. eats your feelings out with you. saeko pulls out the embarrassing ryu pictures and suddenly you don't know why you were ever sad.

hinata shoyo; is really oblivious for a bit tbh. when he first meets you at the start of the day and his hyperactive self is greeted by your duller, sadder self, he doesn't think much of it. it's when you don't react to him or interact with him the way you usually would that he starts to notice you being off. he's actually super straightforward about it, and approaches you with some of your favorite snack that he bribed ukai to give him for free and just "wanna tell me whats up, baby?" he's so, so easy to talk to. immediately you're venting. and he listens to intently, gives stupidly good advice. it's like such simple approaches to your problem but?? it works. anyways you love him.

yamaguchi tadashi; will be super worried about what he could do to make it better, and kinda just tries to feed you as much positive energy as he can. once he's comfortable with people, he becomes really chatty, so i see him talking your ear off with the biggest smile on his face that you have no choice but to kind of ? mimic it? he just radiates goodness and sweetness that it shifts your own energy. he on some witchcraft shit on god. anyways when he walks you home or something, he'll just stop for a min and avoid your eyes when he says "ik u dont feel the best, but i dont want you to have to hide that from me, okay?" stan tadashi <3

nekoma ━━

kuroo tetsurō; drops everything. i mean it. i genuinely think kuroo would be such a good boyfriend that he'll sense it and text u as ur getting ready for school and be like "are u sad i feel like ur sad". you dont really wanna worry him and you'll just reassure him ur fine but he's already at your front door in — not his school uniform. insists the two of you take the day off saying "its fine babe im super smart". you two will spend the whole day just simply existing, talking when needed, he listens to you if you vent, and tries to come up with as many options of solutions for you so you don't feel weighed down. he'll make sure you eat even if you don't have an appetite, and will try to make u do something productive bc in a lotta cases, it could help you feel a lil better yk :)

kozume kenma; i pretend i do not see it — kozume kenma (2020). jbwjwks im jk. he's like tsukki in the sense that he will never address it, and he doesn't outwardly approach you about it. if it's just an off day for you, and you also happen to not have school, you'll go over to his house, hoping to feel a little bit better when you see him. "can i have a kiss, sunshine" to which he responds "why." you just go "im sad" and he gives u a big smooch. he'll have you lay on his lap while he plays his games, occasionally just sneaking in a peak at you to make sure you're okay. he'll ask if you wanna play to get your mind off things for a while. eventually, when things wind down a bit, he'll just mutter "yk i love you, yeah?" and that lights up your world hehe

haiba lev; as soon as he notices you're sad he just ☹️. he picks out a small flower and as soon as he sees you, he just tucks it by your ear, and smile so brightly and youll just be like "oh my god lev please stop being so cute". he won't really know what to do tbh, but the way he's so lost makes it so heartwarming and it honestly cheers you up all on its own. he just. "would a kiss make it better" and if you nod he'll just start kissing all over your face so softly, until he finally kisses your lips. when he pulls away he asks "again?" with a cute smile and if you nod he'll just kiss you over and over again. very simple way of cheering you up, and very foolproof tbh.

yaku morisuke; i think throughout the day, he might pester you a little bit about telling him what was wrong, but after you keep insisting you're fine, he relents, and decides that maybe giving you your own time and space to open up to him is better. he tries not to act differently in that sense, but he finds himself being a little more soft spoken, and gentler with you. i just had this image flash in my brain of you resting your head on a desk, head turned to the right, and then yaku comes and sits to your right, putting his head on the desk and facing you. and just. "hi :)" your heart melts. he kisses your forehead softly and tells you you're wonderful, in case you've forgotten. if, or when, you do open up to him, he'll be very eager to listen, and ready to fight off whoever upset you.

yamamoto taketora; this man is angry. like properly. "who the FUCK put a frown on my baby's face. speak the fuck up. i won't hurt you. ill just mutilate you." if you tell him that it's no one, and that you're just upset, he'll be so confused but he'll just nod and be like "okay. okay. do you want a hug?" and he'll hug you so tight. he'll admit that he doesn't like seeing you like this, and that he'll do anything to make it better. at first he's very cautious, but then he just lightbulb moment and as soon as you get home he'll be like "karaoke night babyyyyy" and then. no more sad.

aoba johsai ━━

oikawa tōru; very. perceptive. he greets you normally, even if he notices something's off, because he won't want to worsen anything. you meet him right before he has practice after school, and he'll just cup your face, lifting them to brush at your hair, and you just sigh. "my baby's had a long day, yeah?" he'll be very gentle and careful with you, i'm sure. he gives you a kiss, smiling softly into it, and reassuring you that you're much too strong to let a single bad day destroy you like this. he meets you later that night with a lotta ice cream and you two just binge watch any reality show you could find, shit talking the actors together. he himself is terrible at talking about his feelings this dumbass >:( so he understands if you don't want to yk? will encourage u to vent it out though. expect terrible, makes no sense advice

iwaizumi hajime; he kinda like. gets mad? when you continue to be upset and not speak about it? he's not mad at you! he's just. mad. this is iwa okay. anyways. he won't bring it up mostly, only being slightly more affectionate, especially in his hand holding, which is super gentle already as it is. when he invites you over, that's when he actually starts to talk to you about it. he lets you know that there's nothing worse than seeing you like this and not knowing what to do, and that he wants you to be able to talk to him. about anything. even if you think it's stupid. he'll listen, and tell you that it's not stupid if it's making you upset. he cooks for you <33333 then bakes with you <33333 you feel a lot lighter at the end of the night tbh

hanamaki takahiro; (he's so annoying i love him). as soon as he sees you upset he makes it his mission throughout the day to cheer you up in any possible way. spams your phone while you're class with ten thousand wholesome memes. sends you pick up lines. when he meets you in between classes he just yells out "how's my favorite person in the entire world!" and kisses you so wholly in the middle of the school hallway lmfao. while he's walking you home, takes a longer route and purposely, he passes by your favorite store/bakery/ice cream parlor. buys u ur favorite, and pretends to be shocked when you give him a piece. late at night, he'll facetime you, wondering how you're feeling, asking if you needed to talk about it. whether you do or you don't, you two will fall asleep facetiming.

matsukawa issei; the minute he sees you he's like "whats wrong". no hi or anything. he has like this frown on his face, which seems off bc it's rare to see a frown on issei's face, and he just tucks your chin in his palm gently and stares at your pout. "you good, baby?" he can tell you're not, but he wants you to be able to tell him on your own. sticks by your side the entire day, and nobody really mentions it. he talks to you as if it were a normal day, but his voice has a softer edge. he's not distracting you, per se. he's more, talking to fill the space while giving you your own space to think. once you're alone, he'll just drag you to the nearest comfy surface, flop down, and pull you on top of him. if you even try to resist or ask whats going on he'll just "nap and cuddles first." and when u sleep a lil bit of ur sadness away, he'll just let you talk it out as he continues to hold you <333

fukurodani ━━

bokuto kōtarō; just as empathetic as asahi, if not more. he really does feel it all with you. yk sympathy pains that partners get when women get contractions? bokuto is that partner. with bokuto, i feel like he'd never make you feel like you couldn't just straight up text him "im sad" and feel bad about it. if you ever do that, he'll immediately call, not even bothering with a text. if he can't come over, he stays with you until you've cried your heart out and then laughing until you can't breathe. if he can go over, he smothers you with love. repeatedly says "you know i love you, yeah? you know how grateful i am for you?" and in between kisses "im so lucky. so, so lucky."

akaashi keiji; i feel like as soon as akaashi notices you're down, or you're slightly off, he just grabs your hand and squeezes, forcing you to stop spacing out and focus on him for a second. if you're with a lot of people around you, he'll lean close to you and ask if you wanna go home. he'll be so soft and gentle and understanding, making up some excuse on the spot on why the two of you have to leave. if you're alone, he'll grab your hand and kind of tug you towards him, silently asking you to come into his arms, where you yourself know you feel safest. as soon as you're in the comfort of your home together, he'll like run you a bath and slip into it with you, just holding you until the water grows cold and the droplets on your skin are from your own tears. he'll wait it out, just holding you as reassurance, then make sure nothing's stopping you from spilling everything to him.

konoha akinori; when he first notices, he kinda deflates. like. who would wanna see their s/o like that? his smile is gentler when he greets you, and he's so soft with you. he grabs a pen and lifts your palm up, quickly scribbling down in his unique handwriting "i love you :) <3" on your skin, whispering for you not to wash it off until the end of the day. it is weirdly motivating tbh. as soon as the two of you are alone, he says it to you, face to face, an expected look on his face as if to ask "you know that, yeah?". puts on a movie to tune out the rest of the world, and holds you close to him as it drags on. he'll give advice if you're asking for it, but he's a better listener than anything else.

shiratorizawa ━━

ushijima wakatoshi; does not notice. in all honesty, he expects you to approach him whenever you have an issue or if you're upset. he's kinda like ? so confused when you're so down and really unresponsive, until he starts to notice how touchy you are. like you're leaning more into his touch, holding onto his hand like it's your lifeline, stealing his vbc jacket because it smells like him. is very straightforward, and will just ask you if you're okay as he walks/drives you home. kinda just stops in front of your house and presses a kiss to your forehead, then pulling you into a hug. "please don't be upset." he won't tell you that it kills him, but you can sense the unsaid words. he urges you to keep his jacket when he notices how safe it makes you feel. greets you the next morning with a new cactus in a pot hehe.

semi eita; is very cuddly once he notices. you'll sit at a table in school and he'll be sitting next to you, but he just pulls you into him and lets you rest your head on his chest, mumbling softly into your hair "i know you're sad and it's okay." he doesn't say anything else, just holds you there with a few kisses in between until he has to let go. late at night, if your thoughts are still keeping you up, he'll be up too, worrying, and will text you at 3 am if u wanna sneak out to meet him. takes you to the park and lays on the grass with you, picking out stars and constellations in the sky, with a soft soundtrack playing from his phone next to the two of you. he makes you feel secure enough to be sad even if you have all the blessings in the world, and makes sure you know that he'll always be there for you, even at 3 in the morning.

satori tendō; cheers you up by making you forget literally everything. replaces the sadness in your brain with just pure serotonin in any way he can think of. he'll take you to an amusement park, get ice cream with you, take you to the carnival in town, to the park, to the beach, to the pool, take you up to his house's rooftop. literally anything. and then he'll say something like "life's too short to spend it being sad over anything, darling." he's so understanding, and if you're frustrated or something he'll tell you to let it out by like wrestling him or some shit. exhausts you so much and you're filled to the brim with dopamine. he makes sure you're always happy, never seeing a dull moment in your relationship with him.

goshiki tsutomu; freaks out. plain and simple lmfao. but once he like grounds himself, he just softly comes up to you and asks you if you wanna talk about it, or if there's anything he can do. if yes, he'll break his leg running to go do it. if no, he'll just sit with you in silence, leaning over to hold your hand, talking to you about volleyball and his aspirations and how well he's improving. he's better at distracting you than helping you face your issues, mainly because he stresses out about giving the wrong advice or somehow making you sadder. he'll take a lot of pictures of you together on snapchat random filters to try and cheer you up, then later on in the night he'll send them to you and be like "look how cute we are ugh what a power couple" i love this dorkhabsjsks

shirabu kenjirō; i think he definitely notices, but keeps it to himself. he’d maybe think he’s imagining things and that you’re okay, so he’d go about his day normally. he doesn’t see you after school, and that’s when he puts two and two together and realizes yeah maybe you are sad. so he texts you, and texts you, and texts you, and gets no reply, so he just. comes over. unannounced. uninvited. just straight vibes. he’s already ordered your favorite take out, and already settling in bed with you under the cover with the lights dimmed and some chick flick playing in the background. gives the b e s t advice because he’s so blunt. like he will tell you if you’re overreacting, but you’re still his s/o, so he’d like wince as he says it. that’s all the sympathy you’re getting <3 but his bluntness will shock you into laughing hehe

inarizaki ━━

miya atsumu; usually, with atsumu, you’re always experiencing loud days. your relationship is all fun and flirty and suave and cool. but when he notices you’re sad, he goes quiet. like. eerily so. immediately pulls you aside somewhere private if you’re at a public place like school or something, and with his hands in yours he asks you if you’re okay. yk that thing where ur on the verge of tears and someone asks you if you’re okay and you just burst. yeah <3. his heart absolutely breaks and he just pulls you into a hug, resting your head on his chest and wrapping his arms around your neck. he just holds you there, even if you’re missing class/your friends are worried. he’ll stay with you until your tears have dried up, until you yourself let go.

miya osamu; i don’t see osamu as someone that loves pda. i feel like he’d be a more lowkey kinda guy. but if you’re sad, that gets thrown out the window. he doesn’t really in the moment, and won’t think too much when he pulls you close to his side and just wraps an arm around your waist/shoulder. yeah he’ll get looks but he can feel you trembling and shaking from holding back tears so yk, priorities. he’ll definitely stress eat with you. takes you literally anywhere and feeds you as you rant to him with tears streaming down your face and he’s just nodding sympathetically as he stuffs your mouth one bite after the other. romance is beautiful

suna rinatarō; when he notices you’re sad, his first response is alright what the fuck who messed up. he immediately blames someone else, and if he’s right, he’ll only get really agitated. just giving everyone the side eye from where you can’t see as he walks the two of you, your hand in his tight. if it’s not someone specific, he’ll just hum thoughtfully and then nod, before pulling you away somewhere private and just sitting you down and saying “talk.” very, very good listener. i can’t stress this enough. as you’re speaking he’s already thinking of a million different ways to help you solve your problem. walks with you as he traces your hands and just quietly tells you all the solutions.

aran ojiro; oh my god as a boyfriend he ticks all the boxes. he’s great at communicating, always satisfies your needs, is trustworthy and trusts you. the list goes on. immediately knows when you’re off/sad, and just smiles softly as he takes your hand, kissing your knuckles and saying, “let’s go home, yeah?” at home, he makes you some calming tea, probably pulls out some cookies or brownies or biscuits (that HE made but we’re not gonna get into that) and just listens as you talk, whether it’s about why you’re sad or just in general. gives you honest advice, but also a lil biased bc he loves you hehe <3

[arminty7]

𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘦

Mermaid!Jungkook x Reader [Part 3]

Trapped in this life of expensive wine and judgemental eyes Y/N met an unusual lady who offered her a job at an aquarium a few towns away. Despite being hesitant and uncertain for the future she decided to take the offer as it was her only way out, not knowing that many dangers might come her way.

Jungkook swam his way through the small tunnel in wonder. He didn’t realise what he was ‘walking’ into as he took the entire night to explore a tunnel. He thought it might lead to you, how naive. It is only when he heard the piercing sound of drilling from the small tunnel entrance did he know what was happening, he was trapped. With that, his instincts took over.

Chapter: #3 Swimming in Wine

Words: 4843

Warnings: Mild Swearing // Fluff // Eventual Smut? Idk maybe depends // Jungkook obsessive // Evil Namjoon (im sorry guys) // It might be a little messed up.

AN - It's been a while. I know. 

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It was early in the morning when the sun started to creep its way into the room. You were sitting on your bed and surprisingly enough, you were already awake. You never used to be such an early bird, but throughout these past few nights, you would wake up drenched in sweat. No matter how hard you tried you couldn't stop thinking about the incident on the cliff. Upon sleeping, you could almost feel the arms of the creature wrapped around you, like its haunting touch has placed a permanent mark on you. When thinking about it more deeply, it felt human to you. The arms of a human, but its touch too deeply pressed on your skin: the coldness you felt, reached down to your bones. It was like death was clinging onto you, with you as its life source.  

 "Hey Y/N? You up?" You heard a whisper and you saw Julie poking her head through the door as she opened it slightly. You look over at her with a relaxed expression and a soft smile.  

"Yeah, I'm already up. Did you want to go and get a coffee near the waterfront before dropping me off to work?" You stand up from your bed and start fixing the blankets and pillows. 

 "Yeah that sounds like a good idea, let me go get my bag and we can leave soon." She spoke as she left the room, closing the door but not all the way. 

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Looking out onto the ocean, it felt calm today. Although the tranquillity that you felt while looking out onto the shore exhibited a chaotic kind of peace. The calm before the storm. You could feel it, the anger of the waves crashing down and the freeing nature of the water wanting to come out. But it held restraint, it couldn't do anything even if it tried. Something was missing but you didn't know what. All you knew was that the feeling you had felt when looking out towards the ocean, changed somehow. The calm waters seemed too good to be true.

 You sat there at the coffee shop across from the beach near where you work. The smell of sea-salt and fish mixed with coffee seemed like a horrible combination, but the locals were used to it. You found comfort in the idea that you might get used to it too. The coffee that you held in your hands was hot against the cool air. You sipped your coffee while waiting for Julie to come back with her usual morning cravings of insatiable sweet pastries. 

 “So, tell me. Have you made any work friends? Any of them cute?” Julie sat down across from you, taking you away from your thoughts. You looked over at her and chuckled, rolling your eyes.

“I have made some friends, not many but hopefully that will change in time” You smiled slightly looking out at the ocean again, feeling yourself get distracted but not with anything in particular. "Well it’s your first day today so make sure to stay on your toes, but don't overwork yourself," Julie spoke while her mouth is full of sweet dough-like pastries, more focused on the icing coating the top of her lips, not realising that you have been spacing out this entire time. 

Thankfully you're good at multi-tasking and you chuckle at her comment, "It’s funny, people keep forgetting that I have worked at an aquarium before you know? It's not that much of a big deal." You sip your coffee but immediately placed it back down on the table, it was too sweet.

You look at your watch, realising its time to go. Plus, you would rather be at work than trying to have a normal conversation with her, you know she's trying but she's not your caretaker or mother, she doesn't need to try so hard.

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As you walk through the entrance of the Aquarium you could immediately feel the difference in atmosphere from the other day. The busy environment that you knew so well back home at the aquarium suddenly felt familiar. The buzzing sounds of life engulfed the reception as many families and residents were chatting away while waiting in line. Kids nagging at their parents and young couples looking at each other lovingly while waiting in line.  There were not many people though as it was early, and it wasn't officially open for another 30 minutes. 

You walked past them towards the reception and saw Seokjin who looked busy talking to the people in line. He glanced over at you and he made an expression as if he remembered something.

"Ah Y/N, Jimin told me to tell you to wait for him at the food court at the bar. You'll be working with him today. Taehyung is meant to be here, but he called in sick". You nodded, silently chuckling to yourself as Taehyung probably just called in sick because he was "too busy" or had some "emergency". While in reality, he's probably watching a new season of a drama he recently got addicted to. 

You head your way to the food court after you say goodbye to Seokjin. It seemed quiet in the food court but simultaneously busy as workers prepared for the day. You could see some workers running around in their little cafes or tourist shops as you walk towards the main bar. You could hear your heels hit the glassy floor, echoing as it bounced off the wall of the gigantic room. 

The bar had no one in it. You suppose it didn't open till later in the day. It was weird to you, you have never seen an Aquarium that had a bar before. Mind you, you never really travelled anywhere so you wouldn't know if it's a common thing to have at Aquariums. 

You sat on the stool, looking at the giant tank circling the entire food court, acting as a wall around the large room. You tried to look through it to see how far it went but all you could see was the light blue ocean that seemed almost endless. Some small school fish could also be seen swimming in the tank. It felt as though you were in the middle of the ocean. All alone. 

In contrast to the light blue colour that is seen throughout the rest of the room, the small tank that was built into the wall behind the bar looked darker and overgrown. It was a very small square tank that resembled a small window. You could barely see through it, a thick layer of algae covering the glass, it looked so dark in there. Maybe it was connected to another section of the aquarium, perhaps it even descended underground?

You shivered and looked around the food court, were you being watched? You could feel the sudden nervousness tingling throughout your body.

It was a weird feeling that came upon you, an icy cold feeling of loneliness like the air had suddenly shifted. The voices of the other workers in the food court were drifting away and you were slowly slipping away from reality. An alluring voice crept into your ear, singing an enchanting but hypnotising harmony. Somehow you could sense that it wasn't one of the workers for the voice sounded too angelic, too sweet to even be real. Your bones were chilled as you sensed the familiar feeling of cold strong arms enveloping around your waistline and chest as if you were reliving the moment by the cliff. You could physically feel it, its touch… his touch. Closing your eyes, you could feel the cold sharp wind from that moment above the water as it brushed against your cheeks. The creature’s hot breath giving you some type of warmth in the moment, yet it felt unknown to you. Mortality was clutching you in its hands, but you felt so safe. Like it was saving you despite drowning you at the same time. 

You shook your head, awaking from the trance that you were in. Glancing back over at the tank behind the bar and you saw a dark figure in the water. It stayed there looking through the algae ridden glass. You could only see a face, black and blue scales on its cheekbones and jaw. It looked human, but at the same time, you knew it wasn't. Its alluring golden eyes, shining in the water, staring into your own. Its eyes were soulless. 

By the time you blinked, it was gone.

You stood up, wanting to go closer to the small tank behind the bar. Making your way behind the bar, you were stopped by a strong hand pulling your shoulder back. "What are you doing here?" You turned to see a man who held your shoulder with a firm grip, his eyes staring straight into yours.

Oh, if looks could kill.

"I uhh.." Your mind went blank as you stepped back a bit, away from the man. He looked annoyed while you struggled to let the words out. By this time, you forgot what just happened moments ago.

"Answer my question" He spoke quietly but sternly, letting go of your shoulder but moving a step closer to make sure you can't run away. 

"I was waiting for-" 

"Yoongi-Hyung, what are you doing?? Leave the poor girl alone, you'll give her a heart attack" You sighed in relief as you saw Jimin walk up to the bar. 

'You know this girl?" He spoke in a serious tone, you remembered what Taehyung said earlier about the Bartender, I guess this is him.

Jimin nodded, leaning on the bar. "Her name is Y/N, she's the new recruit Hoseok was telling us about" Jimin looks over at you with a charming smile while you take the opportunity to escape the bar and onto Jimin's side. 

Yoongi looked at you and then back at Jimin, "well get outta here will you, the aquarium opens up soon”.  

You nodded and Jimin just smirks before looking over at you "Come on Y/N, we have a busy day ahead of us" He stands up, grabbing your hand, giving you his signature smile before leading you out of the food court and down the hall.

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Third Person POV

"I can't believe we are opening up the aquarium a day after we caught it, what if it escapes?!" Hoseok looked down at the ground continuously tapping his foot on the ground as he leaned on the bookshelf in the office. Namjoon sat there in the chair in front of him. 

"Don't worry, it can't escape" Namjoon reassured him and then continued. 

"We have reason to believe it got stuck in an old tunnel filled with water that was built throughout the aquarium. We constructed the tunnel ages ago for the public and we were going to add glass windows to it, so you can look through the tunnel. However, the construction wasn't going as planned and we halted the idea." 

"So, it's just swimming in a small tunnel throughout the aquarium walls with no way out? Like a maze? In pitch-black darkness?" Hoseok widened his eyes, he never heard of such a thing. 

"You have nothing to worry about, the tunnel that he swam through to get in the aquarium was connected to the ocean, but we blocked it off as soon as we found out he swam in it. He's stuck in there." 

"Are you certain? Have you swum through the tunnel yourself? How do you know there's no other way he can reach the other aquariums for the public to see?" Hoseok said, his voice raised. He walked up to the front of the desk, his hands crossed, Namjoon could sense his doubt radiating off of him. 

"Before this place was opened to the public, I got some divers to check it out, it has no pockets or windows. It's pitch black down there" he tried to reassure Hoseok again. Namjoon looked up at Hoseok and he nodded, uncrossing his arms. 

"Let's hope he doesn't go too crazy down there, we'll have to get him out soon." He continued, "Oh, by the way, Jackson called. He said yes to the deal." Hoseok 

"Good. We will prepare the creature for transport soon".  

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It was a busy day. 

You sat off to the side as Jimin stood in his wetsuit on the platform of the dolphin's tank. He had a big smile stretched across his face as he instructed the dolphins while the crowd watched from the bleachers. With every flick of his hand, the dolphins would jump up in the air and the echoes of cheering would fill the small arena. You had a bucket of fish with you and you watched as each dolphin would come up to you after doing a trick. You sat on the side of the tank, you were visible to the public eye, but they weren't paying attention to you. It was sad really, you knew what went on in aquariums. How ironic that you want to be free yourself when working at an establishment that rejects freedom. You looked at the next dolphin that swam your way, it seemed weaker than the others. You went closer to the tank and sat on the edge. It slowly swam up to you, it was at that very moment that you saw a gash stretched out on its back. It wasn't bleeding, and you could easily see that it’s been there for a while.

You looked up at Jimin in worry although he didn't take notice. He held the microphone as he catered to the audience. You looked back at the dolphin and reached a fish from the bucket. Perhaps it was self-inflicted somehow. You heard that stuff can happen in aquariums. You watched the dolphin gently swim away, back down into the water, following the strict routine that was given to them before the show. 

After the show ended, you still couldn't get that dolphin out of your head. Its empty expression in its eyes is still burned in your mind. All the hope and optimism you once associated with dolphins was now gone. 

You stood there in the tiny tin room out the back of the aquarium near the dolphin tank, cleaning buckets of fish that were now empty. Jimin left you and went to go help another co-worker and gave you the task of cleaning out buckets that radiated the smell of decaying fish. You remember the innocent smile he gave you when he asked you for this little favour. It was your job, you couldn't say no - and he knew that. 

"Thanks, Y/N! I owe you" Jimin yelled out, waving his hand as he ran off. 

It was around 4 pm when you finished cleaning. Your body felt tired from the long day and you and Jimin were headed to the bar.

As you stepped into the food court the feeling you had before suddenly crept through your body. You shivered, and a sudden feeling of dread came upon you. It was weird, you didn't even think about the incident after it happened. Like you suddenly forgot about it. But now, as you slowly walk up towards the bar, you felt a chill encompassed around your bones. 

Jimin sat down on the stool on the bar and placed a hand under his chin. He looked up at Yoongi with a smirk, "So, how's business?". Yoongi took a glance up at the both of you and looked back down again, wiping the bar down. 

"It was pretty slow today. It was weird, I expected more people to come" Yoongi said quietly. You sat down next to Jimin and crossed your arms over the bar, letting your head rest gently on your arms. 

"Hey, I just cleaned that" Yoongi looked over at you but after the day you had, you couldn't care less. You replied with a monotone "sorry" but stayed in your current position. He could tell that you were tired and surprisingly enough, he didn't push it. 

"So, you remember that key I gave to you right? The one I found?" Jimin straightened up at Yoongi's words and looked over at you for a split second. 

"Yeah I remember, what about it?" Yoongi sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well I need it back" Jimin looked confused, "but I thought you found it, that it had no meaning to you. That's why you gave it to me in the first place"

Yoongi sighed, "To be honest it was actually Hoseok's. I was curious to know what it's for, so I gave it to you. I didn't realise you wouldn't tell me after you found out. Still, after all these years, you haven't told me! To think, I was the one who gave you the key in the first place". Yoongi grabbed a glass from under the bar and shoved some ice in it before filling it up with apple juice. He passed it to you as if to tell you that he still remembers that you're here.

Jimin rolled his eyes, "Yeah, you gave me the key because you were too lazy to figure it out on your own". 

"The point is, I need it. Where is it?" Yoongi looked somewhat anxious as he wiped down the bar for the third time. 

Jimin shrugs, reaching his arm over to take your drink from the table that you haven't touched.

It’s too sweet. He sipped it casually and looked over at you before landing his eyes towards Yoongi again. "I don't know, I threw it away, I found no use for it". 

Yoongi crossed his arms frowned, "that's bullshit, you are lying, and you know it, you've always been a bad liar". Yoongi then looks at you, your arms still crossed as you lay your head there, if they didn't know any better, they would have assumed you were asleep. Except you laid there, silently listening. 

Jimin then also frowns, "look I don't know what to tell you, it's been years since you gave me that thing. The truth is, I lost it." Jimin looks up at Yoongi but Yoongi scoffs. 

"So, you threw it away or lost it? Come on Jimin, just give it to me, I know you have it". Yoongi looked right through Jimin's eyes, you looked over at both of them, you could tell there was tension in the air. 

Jimin was silent and Yoongi sighed grabbing the drink that you obviously weren’t going to finish and pouring it into the sink before placing the glass in the dishwasher under the bar. 

Yoongi spoke quietly but you could tell that his words held a lot of weight, "Promise me". 

Jimin looked up, "I don't get why you are so obsessed with this key, I don't even have it!" 

"Promise me that you don't have it" Yoongi looked at him, his facial expression was the look of hurt more than anything. You could tell that there was more to this than what Yoongi was letting on. You sat there next to them, waiting for Jimin to spill the beans about giving the key to you.

Jimin was hesitant for a second before strongly responding, "I promise I don't have it." Yoongi stood there silent before nodding, mumbling a soft "sorry" under his lips before going back to cleaning the bar, even though he already finished. 

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"I can't believe you lied for me," You spoke as you walked around the dolphin tank outside, Jimin walking beside you.

"I didn't lie. I don't have it. You do." Jimin smiled at you brightly, although you could tell that something was bothering him. You both kept walking before Jimin looked at his watch, "I'm sorry I got to go, feel free to stay here as long as you want, Namjoon doesn't mind us staying after hours. Although you do realise our shift ended an hour ago, right?" Jimin smiled brightly as he looked down at you, his eyes shining in the moonlight. 

You chuckled, "Yes I knew, I just like your company. Thanks for being there for me. I haven't known you long, but you made me feel comfortable on my first day" You smiled, it seemed like you and Jimin were going to become really good friends. 

"I'll always be here Y/N... Anyways I'll see you at work tomorrow yeah? Have a nice night" Jimin waved goodbye and walked away. 

You sighed, reaching for the key from your pocket. 

"Might as well check it out while I still can?" You thought. 

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It was late, really late and you found yourself questioning Jimin's earlier statement about being allowed here after hours. You wandered through the halls of the aquarium, following the directions Jimin and Taehyung showed you last time, careful not to make any loud noises to gain any attention. 

The halls were cold, and you could hear were the sounds of your heels tapping against the hard floor. While walking, you felt your chest become heavy, looking around you started to hear weird sounds coming from the walls. You shrugged it off however, you've been in aquariums long enough to know that it could be anything and that it's never completely quiet. 

Finally reaching your destination you head down the metal steps. You've never been to this part of the building apart from when Jimin and Taehyung took you, you suppose it's for private personnel only. Continuing down the steps you reach the door to the moonpool, the sounds of water can be heard dripping and sloshing from behind. Inserting the keys and turning the metal handle you slowly walked inside. It was darker than the last time you saw it. What was surprising was the glow worms on the roof of the moonpool illuminating the moonpool and stone walls that surrounded it. You didn't see them during the day. They were beautiful.

Walking along the gravel towards the moonpool, you took off shoes your socks and placed your backpack next to the moonpool. You sat on the edge, dipping your legs in as you rolled up your pants, so they don't get wet. You closed your eyes, feeling the water reach up to your kneecaps. The water was lukewarm, and the smell of sea salt radiating off of it. 

What a long day. 

If you were being honest, all of this was too much for you. You never thought you would say this, but you miss home. You miss Marina's cooking and weirdly enough, you miss your mother. She hasn't called, even texted since you left. You felt like you thought this would be different, the people here are nice but every so often you get reminded about the flaws of this world, the treatment of animals, – the dolphin – the uneasiness you felt about Julie and her intentions. Even Jimin and Yoongi, you didn’t want to cause a fight between them because of some stupid key.

The water had suddenly started to turn cold, starting from your feet you feel a rush of icy water spread to your knees, eliminating any prior warmth you felt. The dripping stopped, the sloshing of the water halted. You opened your eyes curiously to see a figure from the other side of the moonpool staring right at you. You looked right in its eyes. Time stopped, and you could barely see anything else but the wide golden piercing gaze of the creature. You sat there frozen in place. You don't know how long you stayed like this for, but it took a while to realise what was happening. It didn't say a word, but you could tell by its knowing facial expression that it somehow knows who you are. Looking down in the now murky water you could see an outline of a human’s body, his muscles and broad shoulders prominent underneath the dark blue scales that stretched over its torso. You continued to examine the long outline of a tale - a big tale at that - with the front looking slimy however you could guess that the back of the tale was sharp enough to cut through any piece of flesh that it would encounter. One aspect of the creature that seemed almost beautiful were some parts of his scales that were brighter than others, acting as a highlighter around his cheekbones and arms. 

You didn't want to make any sudden movements, frightened that the creature would drag you under. Eat you. Kill you. You decided that it was now or never and spoke quietly under your breath, looking back up at its eyes that never left yours. "Hi, my name is Y/N". Your breath was shaky, and your lips were dry. 

"It probably can't even understand you," You thought to yourself. 

The creature stopped staring into your eyes and lowered its focus to your legs that were swaying in the water. You shivered, the cold air getting to you. Goosebumps appeared on your legs and arms and you could have sworn you sore the remnant of a smirk that appeared on its lips. 

You suddenly had an idea. 

Carefully, you looked up at the creature, "I'm just going to grab something out from my backpack, okay?" Slowly you stretched your arm out towards your backpack while maintaining eye contact with the creature. The creature stayed still, however you knocked something metal in your bag and it made a loud noise that echoed throughout the moonpool. The creature’s facial expression turned darker and it went full force towards you, grabbing your calves as it didn't let you go. It was close to your face, its golden eyes peering into yours as you could feel its grip and claws on your legs tighten, its body between your thighs leaning in on you. You breathed in slowly, feeling almost petrified, but somehow you knew the creature didn't mean any harm. It looked over at your hand that was inside your backpack. You waited a few seconds before slowly, lifting your hand out of the bag, to reveal a container of prawns that was meant to be your lunch today. 

The creature's grip loosened from your calves as it watched you open the container, taking a prawn before slowly reaching over to the creature's lips. One of its hands let go of your calf as it held your hand, guiding it towards its lips before it opened its mouth biting the prawns head off. You looked at the creature, a little startled. Its teeth were sharper than a normal human, like razors. In fact, you looked closely at the details of the creature's face, noticing the similarities to that of a human. Everything was the same except for the scales on the sides of his face, neck and on his cheekbones. The outline of his eyes was darker though, making his golden eyes brighter than usual. It had brown locks of hair, wet but you could see it was starting to dry. He resembled a male in his 20s.

He finished the prawn quickly and looked back at the container, wanting more. You spoke softly, "have more if you would like". 

He looked down at your hand and then back up at you as if it was asking you to feed him again. His grip on one of your calves was softer and you could feel his thumb running circles over your calf. You grabbed another prawn, reaching over to his lips as he was careful not to cut your fingers with his teeth as he ate the prawn. 

You sat there, feeding him the rest as he grew more comfortable around you. His hand reached out of the water towards the gravel next to your thigh as he spelled out the words "Jungkook" on the gravel. 

"Jungkook?" You questioned, "is that your name?". Jungkook looked up at you before placing his hand on your thigh. 

"Yes", he answered. Your eyes widen in shock, you didn't think he could understand you. You frowned and asked him curiously, "could you understand me this whole time?". 

He smirked slightly, "I'm not the best at this human language but yes, yes I could" He looked up at you, his eyes shining. You frowned, feeling a little messed around with since he could have at least answered you the many times you spoke to him. But then again you understood, he doesn't know you, and you don't know him. 

His grip on your calf and thigh tightened as he started to pull you in the water. You freaked, holding on to the edge of the moonpool. "Wait, wait, wait! I can't get these clothes wet and I uhh, have to get going soon..." Jungkook frowned but stopped pulling. He let go of you. 

"Promise me you'll come back?" He looked at you with a sad expression, lowering himself in the water. 

You looked down at him as you took your legs out of the water and grabbed your bag with your shoes and socks.

"I promise"

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AN: I know I haven’t updated, but I do really wanna update more. I feel like this chapter was a good one, give me some feedback? :)

tags:  @mjlock​