#imm lost for words

[everyonesidolgoro]

[obaex]

untouchable - rafe cameron

summary: when a fight breaks out at midsummers, an unexpected ally reminds you who you are and whose you are

word count: 2k

a/n: set during season 1 midsummers. indulging in all my favorite things about soft + protective rafe ♡

It was the perfect summer night.

Stars twinkled overhead and the deck of the Island Club was awash in the warm glow of hundreds of string lights that swayed gently in the breeze coming off the ocean. The slow, sweet melody that the band was playing swirled through the air and mixed with the chatter and laughter that surrounded Midsummers.

Your arms wrapped around Rafe’s neck, cheek pressed to his as his arms embraced you, his hands resting on your lower back where his fingers traced small circles as you swayed back and forth. Your eyes fluttered closed as you relaxed into him. You could smell his expensive cologne, his signature scent that was so overwhelmingly him it clouded your head. At this distance, you could feel the heat coming off of his body, feel him hum happily against you as you ran your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck.

He shifted slightly, lowering his lips against your ear as he whispered, “You look beautiful tonight.” You smiled widely and laughed quietly as a blush rose to your cheeks. “I know I’ve said it about five times already, but I’m going to keep telling you, gorgeous. You’re the most beautiful girl here, and I’m damn lucky to be by your side. Tonight… always.” You pulled back to look at him, wanting to see his azure blue eyes sparkle, which they did, with love, with admiration, and with a hint of mischief as he took you in. He leaned down to kiss you, letting his lips linger just on top of yours, brushing them agonizingly close, but not letting them touch, teasing you as his lips curled into a smile against yours, knowing how much this drove you crazy, how much he drove you crazy before he relented; he was never one to deny you what you wanted. His lips worked against yours like no one was watching, warm and soft. He tasted sweet like champagne and your head was spinning. You had lost count of the number of times he had kissed you, but you never got tired of the way it made you feel, like you were floating. You nipped his lip lightly, playfully, and you could feel his hands grip the back of your dress as he tried to restrain himself. “Mmpf you have no idea what you do to me. I will throw you over my shoulder right now if you keep that up” he said between the kisses that you continued to press against his lips.

“I’ll just have to save it for later” you said slyly as you looked up at him with your doe eyes.

“I can have you in the car, to Tanneyhill, and in my bed in 15 minutes” he said seriously, even as his signature smirk rested on his lips, and you laughed. “11 actually, final estimate.”

“I’m having fun, Rafe, we can be patient.”

“Patience is not a strength of mine” he replied, chuckling. That much you knew well.

The band switched to a more upbeat song and people began shifting around the dance floor.

“Drink?” Rafe asked.

“Yes, please” you replied.

He pressed another warm, sincere kiss to your lips. “Be right back, pretty girl” he said as he shifted towards the bar.

You scanned the party quickly, eyes landing on Rafe’s sister Sarah and you wandered over to keep her company. “Dare I ask where Topper is?” you said jokingly. She looked over at you and laughed, rolling her eyes. You two had a close relationship; in many ways you were like the older sister she never had, she confided in you more than anyone else, so you knew all about John B at this point. It didn’t surprise you that she had distanced herself from her boyfriend tonight, and it didn’t surprise you when John B’s best friend approached her, casually brandishing a note in her direction.

“I’ve got a uh note from Vlad” he said, eyeing her knowingly. She was grinning from ear to ear as she took it from him and began reading. JJ’s eyes shifted from her to you, recognizing you immediately.

“Future Mrs. Cameron? Lovely to see you here tonight” he said.

Your eyes narrowed slightly at the nickname, knowing he didn’t mean it as a compliment, but you nodded kindly at him in response.

“Aww, what, that’s all I get? Boyfriend won’t let you talk to me? I’m surprised he left your side for more than two minutes.”

Sarah’s head shot up at his mocking tone as she smacked him on the arm, “JJ” she said, “leave her alone.”

“What!” he said, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. “If I was dating the hottest girl on the island, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight either!”

You rolled your eyes.

“Seriously, sweetheart, when you get tired of the hair gel and inevitably mediocre sex, call me” he said, lifting his fingers to his ear like a phone.

“What? –” you started to say angrily, when JJ glanced over your shoulder, eyes widening as he began to take a couple of steps back.

You felt a warm hand slide around your waist as Rafe appeared by your side, eyes transfixed on the boy in front of him.

“What the fuck did you just say to her?” he said, his voice calm, his tone even, the control he had in the moment somehow more frightening than the alternative.

“Ya know, I’m on the clock right now, I should get back—” JJ said, pointing over his shoulder, quickly trying to backpedal.

“Nah, you know, I really want to know what you said to my girlfriend. I want to know why you thought you could talk to her, or even look at her for that matter?” Rafe continued, his hand slipping off your waist as he walked towards JJ, his imposing figure looming over him.

“My mistake” JJ said, holding his hands out in front of him “thought this was a free country for a second, but I’ll know better next time.”

Rafe laughed and you could tell there wasn’t an ounce of humor in it.

“Next time? Next time. Right, right… There’s not going to be a next time, Maybank. Stay the fuck away from her” he said, the threat lingering in the air, the dancefloor now quiet as people caught on to their argument.

JJ eyed Rafe carefully before nodding, and just as Rafe was ready to bury his anger for the sake of saving your night, just as he was ready to go back to dancing with you, maybe even convince you to leave early with him, JJ said, “But I mean, can you blame me? In a dress like that? She’s practically begging for it.”

Rafe lunged before anyone could grab him and several people near you screamed. He tackled JJ to the ground and landed three solid right-hooks to his face before security arrived and pulled them apart.

“This isn’t over, Maybank!” he shouted as JJ spit blood on the ground at Rafe’s feet, causing him to jerk in the grip of the security guard all over again.

“Sir,” security said, “please follow me” he said, escorting Rafe firmly off the dance floor as JJ was pulled in the opposite direction.

“What!?” Rafe said, “I’m a member here, he was harassing my girlfriend!”

“Sir, please, just follow me” he insisted.

Rafe’s eyes met yours quickly as he was ushered away, afraid that he had ruined your night. “M’sorry baby, m’so sorry” he said quickly.

You tried to reassure him, shaking your head, “It’s okay, Rafe.”

“I’ll be right back, I promise” he said.

You worked your bottom lip nervously back and forth with your teeth as you watched him go before you became all too aware of the silence that surrounded you. As you brought your attention back to the party, you realized nearly every set of eyes was on you, watching you after what had just occurred. You felt the heat of their critical gaze, as every person formed their own thoughts about Rafe, about you, as they whispered amongst themselves. You tried to hold your head high as your chin began to quiver.

“Don’t give them the satisfaction” said a quiet voice over your shoulder. You turned to see Rose walking up beside you, her eyes glaring at the people around you, daring them to say something, to you or to her. One by one as she met their eyes they turned back to their conversations.

You swallowed your emotions. You had never spent much time with Rose, but now you were overwhelmingly grateful for her company, her support. 

She turned her gaze on you as she took a sip of her champagne. “They’ll never understand” she said, “they think they do, but they don’t. They think they know everything” she paused, her eyes narrowing at a group of girls who were whispering nearby. They immediately stopped talking under her gaze and shuffled away. She returned her focus to you.

“They think we’re crazy, you and me. To be in love with men with such a capacity for anger, for violence. But what they fail to see is that these are the same men who won’t hesitate to do what needs to be done, for their families, for you, for me. They love and hate in equal measure. And nothing in this world compares to that kind of love, does it?” she asked, sipping her champagne again as she eyed you conspiratorially. You had never spent any time thinking about the fact that Rose Cameron might be the only person who knew exactly what it felt like to be you sometimes.

“Rafe is so much like his father,” she continued, “that’s why they’re always at each other’s throats, that’s why he’s the hardest on him. That’s also why I know exactly what’s going on in that boy’s mind when he looks at you…” she smiled, pausing. “You’ll find out soon enough that being Mrs. Cameron comes with a lot of attention, and a lot of perks” she added, winking. Your eyes widened in surprise as you glanced at her, did she know something you didn’t?

“If it isn’t blatantly obvious to them, it’s blatantly obvious to me that that boy would burn the world to the ground for you” she said shaking her head as she smiled. “Lucky girl” she whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek as she walked away.

Her words took a moment to sink in, but then you realized how right she was.

With your head held high you made your way past the remaining onlookers, and inside the clubhouse. You followed the reverberating sounds of raised voices to find Rafe arguing vehemently with two security guards. All three turned to look at you as you approached them.

“M’am” said one of the guards, nodding politely.

“Baby…” Rafe said as he looked at you, apology written all over his face. You smiled warmly at him, taking his hand in your own before turning to the security guards.

“We’re leaving” you said resolutely. One of them looked like he wanted to argue with and you put a hand up to stop him, cutting him off before he could start.

“We’re leaving and you better believe you will be hearing from Ward Cameron about how his son, his family was treated on the night dedicated to recognizing his contributions to this community. About how you let a member of the staff harass me and then deigned to humiliate Rafe when he tried to help. And I’m fine by the way, thank you for asking. Oh wait, you didn’t ask, did you? Stellar performance tonight, gentlemen” you said.

With that, you tucked your arm into Rafe’s and the two of you walked confidently through the front doors.

When you had made it outside, Rafe turned to look at you, glancing briefly back inside then to you again. “Holy shit” he said, “where the hell did that come from?” he was smiling widely at you, practically glowing with admiration, “and why was it so fucking hot?”

You shrugged casually before turning to face him, a proud smirk on your lips as you gripped the lapels of his jacket. “Someone reminded me just how lucky I am to have you, Rafe Cameron” you said, pressing a sincere but passionate kiss to his lips before continuing, “It’s not that I needed the reminder… it’s more that I needed to remind myself who I am, what I am when I’m with you.”

“And that is…?” he asked, pulling your body flush against his, his lips hovering just over yours as his eyes twinkled.

“Untouchable” you whispered, pressing your lips to his and squealing when he scooped you into his arms and walked you to his truck.

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[toruro]

hyung line + making up after a fight

a/n: find part one with the argument right here and maknae line's version right here! i promised a resolution and here it is! hope you like it, and please leave likes/comments/reblogs <3

w/c: 2.4k

seungcheol

when you wake up the morning after your fight, seungcheol isn’t next to you. you kind of expect it, the effects of last night’s argument still fresh in both of your minds. still, you miss the warmth of his body next to you in the morning, and the chill you’re feeling right now does nothing to aid your already wounded heart. you crawl out of bed slowly, pulling on a sweater as you make your way to the kitchen where you find seungcheol leaning against the counter as he waits for his morning coffee to brew. you realize he hasn’t noticed you yet, and you figure he’s lost in thought so you quietly creep up next to him, looking down when you mutter a quiet “good morning.” he jumps a little, surprised, but then turns to look at you with a soft expression on his face. “hey,” he murmurs, quickly bringing a hand to yours to interlock your fingers in his, “do you wanna talk now?” and when you nod, he’ll agree, pulling you to the dining table so you can both sit across from each other and talk about the situation but much more calmly and slowly than the night before. once the issue is resolved, he’ll be standing up and pulling you into his arms so tightly you think he might just squeeze the air out of you. “i’m sorry,” he’ll whisper as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, “for what i said,” and it would only take you a second before you’re spewing out your own apologies, holding him closer. after a few moments he’ll pull back and let me tell you seungcheol would kiss you SO passionately your mind would go blank. the rest of the day is spent with you two basically joined at the hip, being way more clingy than normal to make sure that there’s no more pent up anger or frustration.

jeonghan

granted, arguments with jeonghan will pretty much never reach the point where you’re both still bitter in the following morning. but in the rare case that you’re still a little sulky in the morning, he’d press closer to you and prop himself up against the headboard, pulling you on top of him so your head was resting on his chest. as he strokes your head, he’d ask you to talk about how you’re feeling and he’d let you ramble all that you want, occasionally adding in his own short and calculated responses. once you’re done, he’d still have you in his arms, talking about solutions and stuff and basically the issue is resolved within minutes if it was not already resolved the night before. he’d still take extra care of you this morning, spending at least an hour cuddling with you in bed before suggesting a shared bath which you obviously can’t deny.

joshua

mornings after Those Arguments with joshua are whole experience on its own. you slept on the couch, so naturally you didn’t have the best night’s sleep—not only was the couch not the most comfortable (you did propose to sleep there yourself though) but the words from last night’s arguments are fresh in your mind, popping up in your vision whenever you close your eyes. that’s not to say joshua had a great night either—he probably stayed up hours more than you thinking about all the things he said and why in fuck’s name he let himself say that stuff. he didn’t mean it, but he understands that that’ll be hard for you to believe so he spends all night thinking of ways to approach the situation in the morning. he’s up super early too, and eventually he can’t stand being in the bed without you beside him so he gets up and goes to the kitchen which is attached to the living room that you’re sleeping in. upon seeing you, he adjusts the blanket over your body before quietly making himself a cup of coffee while he waits for you to wake up. it doesn’t take long though, and when you’re pushing yourself up from the couch and rubbing your eyes, joshua is by your side immediately. there’s a thick silence that coats the atmosphere in the room right now as you look at each other, and joshua is the first to speak, “i’m so sorry,” he says quickly, and you want to start crying again at how sad his voice sounds. and well you technically do. your eyes are already starting to water and joshua tentatively brings a hand up to brush the tears away. when you lean in to his touch as opposed to turning away, he takes this as his chance to cradle your head and pull you into a deep hug. you’re wrapping your arms around his torso immediately, basking in his warmth that you’d been craving throughout the night. when he pulls back, he sits on the couch next to you and faces you so he can start talking. you both pick up the same discussion from the night before but much more civil and without the anger and frustration. once the issue is resolved, joshua would be pulling you into his chest again, mumbling endless apologies along the lines of “i don’t know what came over me,” and “i didn’t mean it,” and endless “i love you.” you forgive him of course, but he still spends the rest of the day wary and heeding by your every wish. it’s a little bit endearing, but eventually you have to kiss him and tell him that everything is a-okay and that he doesn’t need to be worried.

jun

he'd feel so bad for pushing the argument to the point that you felt you needed to sleep on the couch that once you were asleep, he'd make a makeshift bed on the ground in front of the couch to sleep there. when you wake up, you don't even look down, not expecting to find jun in front of you, so you accidentally end up stepping on one of his legs. that has him jumping up from his sleep and it almost causes him to hit his head on the coffee table, but you're quickly throwing out a hand and shielding his forehead from the contact. once jun blinks a few times and realizes what's going on, he looks at you so intensely that you find it extremely hard to maintain eye contact. the air is thick but then jun is pulling himself onto the couch so he can face and you hold your hands in his and he doesn't say anything—you it's because he knows he talked too much the night before and wants you to have to chance to talk, to explain, and to try to reason with him. unlike the night before, he listens and he waits before responding, and now that neither of you are acting in the heat of the moment the conversation flows much more smoothly. the problem that once seemed blaring and hopeless is now being resolved within minutes and jun will pull you so close to him that you think you two might just mold into one. he'd whisper quiet apologies before saying, "also can we like, never sleep in different places ever again? i think that was the worst sleep of my life pretty much ever." you cock an eyebrow. "are you sure it just wasn't because you slept on the floor?' he shakes his head vigorously before responding, "nah, it was all because you weren't next to me." you let out a soft giggle at the corny comment, but jun doesn't give you the chance to make fun of him because he's swooping down to kiss you in no time.

soonyoung

when he wakes up in the morning and you aren’t by his side, it’s like his worst fears have come true—you’ve left him, he thinks. it would take a few moments of him frantically checking under the covers for him to realize that from the noise that’s coming from the kitchen, you haven’t left him and that you’re just probably making some coffee or something. he's scrambling out of bed faster than he can think and you're undeniably a little bit startled when he's barging into the kitchen without warning. he doesn't even wait for a second to approach you but right when he's about to engulf you in a hug the events from the night before are crashing in on him and he pauses, waiting for you to make the final move. when you lean into him, wrapping your arms around his torso, a wave of relief washes over soonyoung, and after holding you for what feels like a good five minutes, he pulls back so he can start spewing out apologies. he's talking so fast that you're mind is racing and after just a few moments you need to tell him to slow down. it doesn't seem to work because he just keeps on talking about how he was so stupid last night and you finally think enough is enough and you decide to shut him up in the only way that you know works: smashing your lips on his. a little unconventional, yes, but it works, and you can see him getting pulled back into the present. "can we have a normal conversation, please soonie?" you ask, and with the way that you're using his nickname, soonyoung will know that everything will, eventually, be okay. you both stand across each other in the kitchen, running over the events from the night before taking things step by step to figure out where it all went wrong. it takes some time, yes, but the issue is eventually resolved—you didn't doubt that this would be how it ended up though, because after all, you could go through hell and back if he was by your side.

wonwoo

you wake up the next morning with his hand draped over your waist, and while you would usually cuddle closer to him, embracing the way he's literally your living heater, this morning is full of thoughts from the night before—you're understandably tentative. you and wonwoo tend to wake up around the same time, so you don't really move much, expecting him to wake up within a few minutes too. you're correct, of course, and within just a few moments he's stirring away, shifting in the bed next to you. it takes both you one more minute before you're escaping your drowsiness, sitting upright to look at each other. the silence that sits between you is uncomfortable to say the least, and you're not quite happy with that. wonwoo doesn't seem too pleased either, and he's the first to speak up. "let's get some breakfast and talk, yeah?" he suggests, and there's no way you can say no. you follow him to the kitchen where you two don't really talk, wonwoo making the coffee and you making some toast. eating in silence, the air is thick and you can't remember the last time things were this awkward between you two. you're so relieved when you're both done eating, finally sitting across from each other at the table to discuss the issue from the night before. on a full stomach and rested mind, both you and wonwoo are much more civil about the way you approach the issue. it's like how you normally deal with arguments (and last night was definitely not normal), but there's the added somberness of the extra mean words you both might have thrown in the night before. the conversation is long and will definitely bring tears to both of your eyes but by the time you're done you feel nothing but relief that it's all resolved and happiness that wonwoo stuck by your side through it all. once you both get up from the table, he'll be striding over to you, pressing you into the wall so he can kiss you fiercely, nearly sucking your breath away, pulling back, he'd rest his forehead against yours and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

jihoon

he's already awake when you wake up, as expected. you realize jihoon isn't in the bed with you when you open your eyes groggily, glancing around your room before hearing some noises come from the kitchen. you take this passing moment as your chance to fall back into the bed, rubbing your eyes and letting all your thoughts from the night before sink in. jihoon will undeniably want to talk this issue out as soon as he finds out you're awake and don't get me wrong—you'd love to do that too—but you just need a moment to collect your thoughts and think about exactly what you'd want to say to him. after you feel like you've thought enough, you're peeling the covers off of yourself and following the noises from the rest of your apartment to finally catch him in the kitchen, cleaning some dishes. he whips his head around immediately when he hears your footsteps, telling you, "let me finish this for a minute and then we can talk." you nod in agreement, sitting yourself down at one of the tall chairs at your kitchen island, waiting for him to finish. once he's done, jihoon pulls up the chair next to you, swiveling it so that he directly face you. "how's your voice?" is the first thing he asks, voice clearly concerned. you purse your lips, realizing that you haven't spoken since last night. when you respond to him, it's not nearly as hoarse as the night before, but it still comes out as a little strained, causing jihoon to frown. he reaches over a hand to interlock his fingers with yours before he encourages you to talk about what's on your mind. once your done with your own long tangent, he follows with his own response. you both kind of go back and forth like this, letting each other speak and comprehend until all of your emotions and thoughts are out in the open. it doesn't take more than half an hour for you both to come to a solution, you feeling more relieved than anything that this issue is out of the way. you're so happy, in fact, that you pull him into a kiss right after jihoon says, "okay, then it's all good now." he's a little taken aback by your immediate forwardness but the blush on his cheeks tells you all that you need to know—he loves you and you love him and that is all that you need, now or ever.

[chelseachilly]

i watched it begin again

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: ever since your last relationship ended badly, you've lost all hope in love. until your best friend convinces you to go on a date with her bf's friend ben warnings: none word count: 2.7k

author's note: this is just a short little something inspired by one of my favourite songs, begin again by taylor swift ❤️ and bc the thought of a first date with ben is just so perfect to me 😌

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As you sit in an Uber on your way to Marylebone, fidgeting nervously with the hem of your dress, you can’t help but wonder how you got here.

It took a lot of convincing - to be precise, three glasses of white wine, some chocolates, and the agreement to watch your favourite movie on Netflix that night - for your best friend to convince you to go on this date last weekend.

Mia, one of your closest friends since you were kids, knows better than anyone how reluctant you’ve been to return to dating life ever since your last relationship ended catastrophically. Your last boyfriend, Jack, who had also been your first serious one, had completely broken your heart eight months ago. 

After two years together, just when you were beginning to think about taking the next step and move in with him, you caught him cheating on you with in his flat with a coworker he had sworn was just a friend. You were so completely devastated by this betrayal and the sudden end of your relationship that you haven’t so much as downloaded a dating app or talked to a guy at a bar since. 

Your friends have been loving and supportive of your decision to stay single for a while, but ever since Mia started seeing her boyfriend Harvey a couple months ago, she’s been pestering you to meet one of his friends. She’s told you several times that his mate Ben is perfect for you, but based on the little you know, you’re not sure you agree.

She showed you his Instagram a while back and, although there’s no questioning that he’s quite attractive, you don’t know if a fancy, famous footballer is the right choice to ease back into dating. You doubted that you would be his type, either, but when Mia insisted that Ben was interested and free this Thursday, you finally gave in. 

You figured the worst that could happen is you realize you’re not ready to date again or that there isn’t a connection between you and you wasted one evening having dinner with a stranger. 

But now that you’re sitting in this car, about to go on an actual date for the first time in forever, you feel like you might explode with nerves. You don’t remember how to flirt, how to tell someone about yourself, how to act cool and composed. You could be totally awkward and weird and he might never want to see you again. 

Or, even worse, you could fall madly in love, only for him to end up breaking your heart. That’s the far more terrifying possibility.

You have half a mind to ask the driver to turn around and take you back home, but you force yourself not to. Mia would be upset with you, and you figure you owe it to her not to stand up Harvey’s friend for no real reason.

Your hands are shaking slightly as you get out of the car and enter the restaurant. You consider waiting outside for him, as you’re a couple minutes early and he probably isn’t here yet, but it’s freezing out right now, so you decide to head in. 

“Hi, do you have a reservation?” the hostess asks you, and you nod a bit shyly. 

“Yes, it should be under Chilwell? But I’m early, so I can just wait-"

“Right this way,” she says with a smile, motioning for you to follow her. 

It’s a small restaurant, with no more than ten tables, most of them occupied. There are candles burning and soft music is playing, the atmosphere somehow romantic without being cheesy. 

You feel slightly more at ease knowing it’s not some insanely posh place like you were half-expecting it to be, and then you lock eyes with your date. 

Your stomach erupts with butterflies - something you also weren’t quite expecting - when you see him, immediately realizing that the photos Mia showed you did not do him justice. 

He’s gorgeous, with bright blue eyes that light up when he sees you and wavy dark hair that you could spend hours running your fingers through. He quickly stands up as you approach the table, smoothing out any wrinkles in the dark blue trousers he’s wearing, paired with a black knit jumper and Nikes.

You can hear Mia’s words echoing in your ears: “Harv swears he has a heart of gold. He had a bad breakup last year too, so you’re in the same boat. Just give him a chance and see how it goes!”

“Y/N!” Ben smiles, greeting you with a quick hug. “It’s good to finally meet you, Mia’s talked a lot about you.” 

Oh, god, you think to yourself, hoping your best friend hasn’t overhyped you too much. 

“Good to meet you too,” you say, returning his smile. “And that sounds like Mia, she talks a lot about everything.” 

“That’s probably why she and Harv work so well,” he quips.

Ben is still standing quite close to you, and it takes you a moment to realize he’s pulled out your chair for you to sit down. You’re not sure if a guy has ever done that for you before. 

You oblige, taking the seat and letting him push you in before sitting across from you. Something your mum told you when you were a kid about how a gentleman behaves comes to mind, but you try not to let your mind wander too much. It’s been about twenty seconds, there’s plenty of time for him to prove right your current theory that all men are trash. 

“Thanks for choosing the restaurant,” you say to fill the silence, glancing around you. “It’s really nice.”

“Yeah, I come here a lot,” Ben replies. “It’s low key, which I kinda like. Mostly old people and stuff. I was actually just starting to worry you’d think it was a bit lame for a first date.”

“I don’t,” you say quickly. “I’m good with low key.”

Ben smiles at you, and you’re not sure if it’s him or the candlelight making your face feel warmer all of a sudden. 

“You look gorgeous, by the way,” he says a bit shyly. “I should’ve said that sooner.”

“Oh, thanks.” You’re certain now that you’re blushing. “So do you. I mean, you look very - not that you’re not gorgeous, men can totally be-"

You meet Ben’s gaze, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but you find no judgement in his eyes - he’s smiling at you even more now, the kind of smile that makes you feel completely at ease.

You just met this man, and yet you feel completely safe with him. 

“Sorry, this is my first date in nearly three years, I’m a bit rusty,” you admit. 

“No, you’re good,” Ben says gently. “Mia mentioned you recently got out of a long-term relationship.”

“Not that recently anymore, but…yeah,” you say. “It was a bit of a shit show. We were together two years and then one day I walked in on him sleeping with another girl. Not exactly an amicable breakup.”

Ben’s face falls. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Y/N. What a piece of shit.”

“Yeah, he really was,” you say, nodding your head. “Obviously, it was for the best, though. Better I find out he’s a lying cheater now than ten years down the line, right?”

“Definitely,” Ben agrees, “you want something to drink?”

After a couple glasses of wine and the most amazing pasta dish you’ve ever had in your life, you feel like you’ve known the person sitting across from you for years, rather than hours. 

You talk about everything - your job, his football career, your families, your friends. You talk about your ex a bit more, and then he opens up about his. There’s a nagging feeling in the back of your mind that you’re sharing too much with him, but a far stronger one telling you that this is right. It’s a feeling you’ve never had before, not with your ex and not on any other first date you had before him.

You don’t even realize how much time has passed until you look around and realize you’re the only ones left in the restaurant.

“They’re probably closing soon,” you comment, though you don’t really want to leave. 

“Twenty minutes ago, actually,” Ben says. You raise an eyebrow, and he scratches the back of his head and smiles. “Uh, I may have offered the owner a hundred quid to stay open a bit longer while you were in the loo. I’ve been having a really nice time talking to you.”

Your heart thumps in your chest, your eyes nearly beginning to water at the gesture. 

“I’ve been having a really nice time with you, too.”

After you finish your drinks and Ben pays the cheque, not even hearing out your offer to split it, you head back out into the chilly London night together. 

“I’m just gonna call an Uber,” you say, pulling out your phone with one hand and rubbing your shoulders for warmth with the other. 

“I’m parked right around the corner, I’d be happy to drive you?” Ben offers. 

You remember that he declined a second glass of wine earlier, stating that he was driving - a stark contrast from your ex, who would frequently call you to pick him and his car up from the pub after he got too pissed to drive home. 

“You really don’t have to, it’s pretty late,” you protest.

“It’s no big deal,” Ben assures you. He then shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders without hesitation, putting an end to your clearly obvious shivering. “So you don’t freeze on the way to the car.”

You smile gratefully, unable to articulate with words how much this simple gesture means to you. 

As you walk side by side, you can’t help but admire the Christmas lights already strung up on the shops and houses you pass. 

“I love this time of year,” you say. “It’s so magical.”

“Same here,” Ben smiles. “Christmas in London is the best. Do you have any plans for the holidays this year?” 

Your brain briefly flits back to the ski trip you and your ex went on the past two years right before Christmas. A week ago, you were dreading that time coming, knowing you would end up being nostalgic for those trips and start missing him again, but somehow, that feeling seems to have vanished. 

“Just going home to see my parents,” you say. “You?”

“Yeah, we always have games around Christmas, so my family usually comes to mine and we do a big dinner on Christmas Day, then they come see me play on Boxing Day,” Ben tells you. “After the game, we always go get hot chocolate and go ice skating. My little sister suggested it when she was a bit younger, and it sort of stuck.”

The combination of Ben’s coat over your shoulders and the way your heart is melting at his sweet words makes your entire body feel warmer. 

“That’s a great tradition,” you say, looking over at him with a smile and gently bumping your arm against his. 

You arrive at Ben’s car and he opens the door for you to get in, his hand brushing against yours as you do so, and the brief touch is enough to drive you crazy. 

The drive to your flat isn’t too long, and conversation continues to flow easily between the pair of you. You can’t help but steal a glance at Ben from time to time as he drives, admiring the way the streetlights reflect in his beautiful ocean blue eyes. 

There’s a bit of a pang in your chest when he pulls up in front of your building and you know this is the end of the most incredible night you’ve had in ages. 

“Walk you to your door?” Ben offers, and you nod without hesitation.

He once again comes around to open your door for you - you know you have a low bar right now, but you’re seriously in awe of what a gentleman he’s being. 

Once you’ve arrived at the door to your flat, you turn around to face Ben, and he has a bit of an inquisitive expression on his face.

“I had a really nice time tonight,” he says softly. 

“So did I,” you say sincerely. “Thanks for dinner, and the lift home, and…just, erm, for being so wonderful.”

His cheeks now flushed with red, Ben takes a small step closer to you, and your gaze automatically falls to his lips. You want him to kiss you, you’re sure of it, but some part of you is still completely terrified of where this might go if you do. 

“Can I…” Ben murmurs, tenderly reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and once again, you don’t hesitate. 

“Yes.”

He slowly leans in until his lips are pressed to yours, one hand gently cupping your face and the other resting on your waist. You hold his hand that rests on your cheek as you kiss him back, your lips slowly moving together in perfect harmony.

It’s fun and new and exciting to kiss him, but mostly, just like everything has this evening, it feels right.

When you pull away, it takes a moment for your eyes to remember how to open. When you do, you’re met with an awestruck grin on Ben’s face that you’re pretty sure you’re mirroring yourself. 

“Wow,” you breathe. “Been a long time since I’ve done that.”

You’re not sure if you mean kissing or falling for someone - perhaps both. 

“Me too,” Ben whispers, kissing you once more. “I think we’re pretty good at it.”

You nod, grasping at his shirt as you find yourself swaying slightly, intoxicated by his kisses and his gaze. 

“Maybe we should do it again to be sure,” you joke.

He wastes no time leaning down to kiss you again, and again, and again until you’ve lost all track of time. 

Eventually, he pulls away and takes a small step back, and you miss his lips already.

“I should probably get going,” he says, though you can tell he doesn’t really want to. You have half a mind to invite him inside, but you know it’s better to take things slow, especially when there’s a chance this could really be something. “Can I - erm, would you want to-“

“Yes, please,” you cut him off with a grin. “Text me when you get home?”

You’re already eagerly anticipating a second date - the sooner the better, honestly, despite your wishes to take it slow. 

“Definitely,” Ben says, nodding eagerly. “Have a good night, Y/N.”

He begins to turn to walk away, and you watch him get halfway to his car before fumbling for your keys and entering your flat with a giddy smile on your face. 

You realize you haven��t checked your messages all night, so you quickly return Mia’s texts. 

You flip down on your couch, still smiling like a fool, and it’s only then that you realize you’re still wearing Ben’s jacket. After panicking for a second, you quickly reach for your phone again.

You nearly throw your phone with excitement, counting down the seconds until you get to see him again and thanking your lucky stars that you agreed to go out tonight.

You thought that love died that terrible day eight months ago, that your chance at happiness was over, but now you can’t help but wonder if there’s a reason things ended the way they did. 

Maybe to make way for something better to begin. 

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please let me know what you thought, i hope you liked this story! i have some more in the works, including a super fluffy christmas one-shot 💓

[wrxsslin-hours]

A oneshot where Hunter finds out about Shawn's messy love life

a/n: I saw this art post by @seraphskater and my hand slipped. Also inspired by that one good ass fic by @tameodesza go check em out!

Hunter Hearst Helmsley was a man of taste. He preferred the finer things in life, those wrapped in gold and silk. He had the tendency to follow around what he believed was good enough for him. This was how Shawn found himself being shadowed by the blueblood every second of the day. Shawn didn’t mind it; the hawk-nosed blonde was easy on the eyes if Shawn squinted hard enough. Hunter was posh to a fault, Shawn found out, but he didn’t complain as long as Hunter made him feel like a million bucks; it did wonders for his already inflated ego. It didn’t take long for Hunter to start pursuing Shawn for something beyond his little schoolboy crush. All it took was a bouquet as big as Shawn and toothachingly sweet words (and the dirty tricks he had to do to keep Shawn WWF Champion, but Hunter digresses).

Shawn was easy to please which was why Hunter already expected the other man’s colorful love life. What he didn’t expect was how really messy it would be.

“Wait, you dated Ramon?”

“Dated is a strong word.”

Shawn snuggled closer to Hunter’s side; his legs wrapped with Hunter’s own. He pressed a kiss on the corners of his lips, hair still tangled with the leaves and petals from the behemoth of a bouquet Hunter gave him hours ago. “You know, if you want to date me, you have to deal with my seven exes.”

Hunter sputtered, “Seven?” The smaller blonde pouted, his nose scrunched, “I’m hot merchandise, everyone wants a piece of the heartbreak kid.”

The blueblood pulled Shawn closer to his chest and Shawn was more than happy to lay on something bigger than the hotel bed pillows. “And who exactly has gotten a taste of the heartbreak kid?” Hunter asked, curious.

Shawn hummed in thought, mind scraping for all the details he may have already forgotten, “Well.”

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Marty Janetty

- If Hunter had to ask Marty, the former rocker would say that he was Shawn’s first everything. First kiss, first love (Shawn begs to differ), first lay. It was only natural for them to get together after starting out as a tag team.

- The chemistry between them in the ring translated into their personal lives. Marty was the more laid-back, easygoing one, balancing out Shawn’s flamboyance. Their opposing personalities seemed to complement each other well. Keyword: seemed.

- They dated for most of their time as The Midnight Rockers. Seen each other at their lowest when sharing half a granola bar for dinner, Marty being Shawn’s shoulder when the high demands of traveling from show to show took a toll on him.

- Marty found that chasing after Shawn was way harder than chasing after tag team gold. It took him months to convince Shawn to have them share a bed, let alone to get a kiss from him. Hunter could see why.

- Marty wasn’t a dead ringer for Shawn’s taste in men. He wasn’t tall, shorter than Shawn clearly. He wasn’t big either. It makes Hunter wonder how they became an item in the first place (“He was the only guy I spent time with for more than a show,” Shawn explained, “I have needs y’know”).

- Marty had a controlling hand, easily jealous, and it left a sour taste in Shawn’s mouth. Shawn lost count of how many times they had an argument that sparked from Shawn looking at another man for longer than a few seconds. Shawn wasn’t that much of a fan of being trapped in a cage. So, it was safe to say that their relationship was doomed from the start. But Shawn let it go on anyway.

- Tension built up when Shawn was given the green light to start his singles career. He knew how Marty would react to the news, so Shawn decided not to tell him anything about it until he had to throw Marty through the barber shop window.

- Shawn broke off the relationship after that. Not much love was lost between them since there wasn’t that much to begin with. Now all their interactions involved Shawn immediately turning the other direction when they made eye contact. If it wasn’t for Diesel, Shawn’s newly hired bodyguard, Marty would’ve tormented him relentlessly, or worse: wanted him back.

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The Sensational Sherri

- Shawn had this sugar mommy thing going on with Sherri. It was short-lived but it was the best few months Shawn’s ever experienced. She fed into Shawn’s ideas of his over-the-top ring gear and has bought him his endless array of jewelry.

- It only took Shawn to bat his lashes for Sherri to go on and convince the Million Dollar Man to give her the money to buy what Shawn wanted. From earrings to hats to luxury hotel rooms, Shawn got it all.

- The Sensational Sherri gave Shawn direction after being split from Marty and Shawn wasn’t quite sure how it would play out. But Shawn’s uncertainty was stomped out from Sherri’s experience. She raised his stock, so to speak.

- From an outsider’s view, they definitely had a thing going on. Shawn wasn’t even aware that he was in a sugar mommy relationship until a few years later.

- Shawn got pegged, 100%

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Diesel

- The two met at a convenience store of a gas station in the middle of nowhere. Shawn saw the top of Diesel’s head poke beyond the metal shelves of liquor and soda cans, and like a moth to a flame, Shawn hunted the other down.

- He was huge, was Shawn’s first thought. All legs and muscle. The moment Shawn had to tilt his head up just to make eye contact with the man, it was over for him. Braincells gone. He wanted to climb that man like a tree.

- Shawn did the most cliché thing imaginable to try and get the other man’s attention. And it involved him “accidentally” bumping into Diesel and spilling the bottle of water in his hands. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” Shawn exclaimed in the most fake-friendly voice he could muster. “Let me buy you another one; I’m so clumsy.”

- Diesel was taken aback. Was that deep ass voice coming from that guy? Christ. He didn’t even try to fight the laugh that escaped his lips when Shawn started pawing at the wet stain on his shirt's sleeve, obviously coping a feel of his bicep.

- “You’re really tall, do you wrestle?” “I truck.”

- The blonde pouted, hand wrapped around Diesel’s arm, “You ever get lonely?” he asked, not-so-subtly. Diesel, bless his heart, was a weak man when it came to blondes. Shawn was a hundred ways of pretty, and Diesel would be stupid to refuse the other’s advances. He does get lonely, thank you very much.

- And that was how Diesel found himself with a naked blonde man sleeping on the makeshift bed in the back of his ten-wheeled truck. That post-nut clarity hits him real strong.

- They had breakfast in a diner and, through the moment of spontaneous confidence, Shawn offered him a job. A bodyguard gig. The offer left Diesel in a pause, the soggy eggs on his fork slipped and fell back on the plate with a splat. “A what?”

- Shawn’s smile widened as he nodded in a way that reminded Diesel of the bobbleheads he collected on his truck’s dashboard. “Come on Big Daddy, you got the build.” Shawn tried to convince, “Pays better too.”

- Diesel hadn’t been given that big of a decision since he made the choice to dye his hair black. His eyes traced from Shawn’s beauty mark to the skin of his chest that peeked from his too-large shirt. The silence that followed it made Shawn pout. The blonde grabbed a napkin and scribbled his number before he tucked it in Diesel’s hands. “I’m not kidding about it, y’know,” he kissed Diesel on the cheek, “Give me a call when you make up your mind.”

- Diesel watched the man disappear beyond the diner doors and he was left with his thoughts.

- It didn’t take long for Diesel to actually call him back. And Shawn was absolutely ecstatic.

- So, there he was, following Shawn to the ring and watching his new employer dance around. They got together soon after. But it was short-lived, the two decided they were better off as friends instead of lovers. The breakup ended miles better than Shawn’s last one. Good on them.

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Razor Ramon

- Shawn thought Razor was the most annoying man alive. And Razor didn’t have any good words to say about Shawn either. They were both stubborn and didn’t know how to take “no” like proper functional adults. It only took Razor spitting his toothpick on Shawn’s lap for them to start squabbling every chance they get. Diesel became their impromptu babysitter whenever that happened.

- They had this situationship going on that confused everyone to no end. One second, they were best buddies; then the next moment, Razor was trying to choke Shawn for mocking his accent. It went on like that for most of their budding friendship. There always seemed to be this tension between the two that was heavy and pungent.

- They boned. No surprise. It was a friends-with-benefits, no-strings-attached thing. They wouldn’t call themselves an item by any means. They always found themselves in bed together after every match they had. And there were no complaints from either of them. The morning-afters seemed to be the sweetest, with Shawn ordering hotel breakfast for the both of them while Razor would untangle the knots in Shawn’s hair made from the night before. It was a moment of comfortable silence, only broken by the rustle of the bed sheets and the noise of the television.

- They started being friendly the more they spent time together, and that led to Razor becoming a part of Shawn and Diesel’s ragtag crew. They made some sort of system together, having each other’s back whenever it calls for it. Best believe, the trio became everyone’s problem in the locker room afterward.

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Sycho Sid

- Even Shawn wonders how he had the audacity to even consider Sid as a potential boyfriend. Shawn had the aching suspicion he made that decision when he was black out drunk one night.

- This all happened after an argument Shawn had with Diesel, and in a sorry attempt to make his former boyfriend jealous, he got himself a new bodyguard in the not-so-mentally there Sid.

- Shawn tried to make it work. Tried.

- But Sid was more interested in the gold wrapped around Shawn’s waist than Shawn himself.

- It was a fruitless attempt on Shawn’s part and he immediately stopped trying when Sid laughed all on Shawn’s face. The blonde can still remember the smell of his breath and it still makes him gag to this day.

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Undertaker

- Shawn can’t even wrap his head around the idea of how he managed to convince the Undertaker to date him. He’d like to think his good looks did it for him.

- In true Shawn fashion, the blonde saw one wrestler that towered over him, and it was over. He was afraid of the Undertaker at first, but in all honesty, who wasn’t? He was an enigma. Came into the wrestling scene wearing all black, hair covering most of his face, and a tub-of-lard of a man following him around with his squeak-toy voice. Maybe Shawn’s thing for taller men overshadowed all the other red flags that said men might carry.

- Shawn didn’t believe the Undertaker was essentially a walking corpse, but after laying his head on his bare chest and hearing no heartbeat, he started to rethink his life choice. (“Okay, it was kinda hot.” Hunter made a face, “Shawn-“)

- Despite their odd pairing, Shawn and the Undertaker surprisingly hit it off. The Deadman turned out to be a gentle giant, and Shawn couldn’t help but be drawn to him. To Shawn's surprise, Taker knew a thing or two about motorcycles. Lord knows how he got into it in the first place.

- Their relationship started off as Shawn treating Taker as some sort of wall, talking on and on about anything and everything. And Taker, not knowing how to respond to Shawn's endless rants, never bothered to interrupt him. That was how Taker got up to date with the latest locker room drama, which to none of his surprise, had Shawn as the center of most of them.

- Shawn became a permanent fixture in Taker’s somewhat dreary routine. Shawn’s deep voice was a nice contrast to Bearer’s and Taker welcomed the change with open arms.

- They decided to end their relationship when Shawn realized that Taker still had some of his own stuff to figure out, particularly the brother-related ones. It was a quiet affair, both in good terms. But that still didn’t stop Shawn from talking Taker’s ear off.

- When come the time that Taker’s heart starts to beat again, he was sure that Shawn was one of the reasons for his second chance to life.

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Bret Hart

- This was one of the relationships where Shawn genuinely saw himself loving Bret for the rest of their lives. They started out as friends when Bret, like the angel he was, offered some encouraging words to a still-green Shawn Michaels back in the early nineties. It meant more to Shawn than Bret realized, especially considering that Shawn was in a rather low moment in his career, unsure of how he was going to be used in the business. He’s heard of all the stories of how new talent became jobbers immediately after they debuted, and Shawn was worried he was going to be one of them. But Bret had more trust in Shawn than Shawn had in himself. The blonde can still remember how Bret complimented his form. It made the Texan blush a whole bright shade of red.

- They didn’t start out as all-out friends like what happened between Diesel and Shawn. They were acquaintances in the locker room, sharing small waves and the occasional “Nice match.” They had this unspoken respect for one another, and it continued to bloom as the years went by.

- Shawn had the tendency to fall slowly and hard. As much as he wants to deny it, his small spark for Bret was there since the very start, and it only got bigger when he entered the WWF championship scene. Shawn made a name for himself big enough to be a contender for gold. And that meant he spent more time with the Hitman.

- Their time together in the ring extended out of the ring too. It started small, sharing stories in the locker room and drinking together in bars after a show. And then they went on dates, sharing hotel rooms, and sitting next to each other during those long-hour flights.

- They shared their first kiss one random night while sharing a bottle of beer on the balcony of their shared hotel room. And it continued to something more in bed.

- It was afterward when they decided it was best for both of them if they only did hookups. Mostly because neither of them could ever bring themselves up to admit their feelings. Maybe it’s arrogance, maybe it’s a fear of commitment. Either way, they stayed casual, and it was neither of them wanted.

- They fell off like how they fell in love: slowly. They started arguing, having fights more than anything else, and it all collapsed on itself. Sometimes, Shawn would wonder what would happen if they did confess.

- This was one of the relationships that actually hurt.

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Hunter stared at the ceiling, listening to Shawn’s voice fade in and out of sleepiness. The smaller man yawned, “But that was years ago,” he assured. And Hunter hugged him tighter. The blueblood smacked his lips after a stretch of silence, “They won’t just start beating up when we tell everyone of our status, would they?”

“I don’t think so.” Shawn placed a kiss on Hunter’s lips and smiled, “But I’m pretty sure Sid would beat you up just because he feels like it.”

[underratedandoverit]

Nothing But You And I

~4k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

mature content? in my blog?? in my fics??? for once its more likely than you think

warnings for implied sexual content (there is a fade to black), a very soft praise kink, making out, stripping. submissive!kip, theres a few swears, they are handy and suggestive, sexual tension. as i put in the ao3 tags, theres a lot of smoke but no actual fire, they are just spicy ✨

can be read as a follow up to "not even thinking twice" but it also works as a standalone, as theres only few small references to what happens in the other one

this is the spiciest shit you can get out of me honestly. im a very squeamish ace person, but willing to push myself as a writer, so this is a result of that. imm honestly very happy with this one, i honestly think its one of my best, if not personally THE best, to date, sssoooo. theres that. would love to hear what you think if you choose to read it, it would mean a lot! 💜

on ao3

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat

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Kip paced back and forth in the hallway, trying to arrange the words into the correct order in his mind. He didn’t know how long he had been there trying to make sense of everything, the track of time was a foreign concept to him at this point, and the liminal space of the hotel corridor wasn’t really helping him with that. All Kip had was the number of the correct hotel room, and a burning passion to get his title back.

Almost on an instinct at the thought, Kip glanced at his shoulder, his face sinking a little at the lack of gold on it, once again. While people would probably have said that the BTE title didn’t mean much of anything in terms of success or career highlights, Kip heavily disagreed with that statement. Maybe it was because it had been the one title he had held in this company, be it a shoot vlog one or not, but it held a special meaning to him and a special place in his heart.

So not only seeing Orange Cassidy now hold it, but also living with the knowledge that Kip had lost the title specifically to him after everything, it was just something he wasn’t able to handle very well.

Kip stopped pacing for a second, standing in front of the hotel room door, raising his hand up for a stern knock. He didn’t do it though, only groaned in annoyance, returning back to walking in circles. It was late, he was probably asleep already anyway, so Kip wasn’t really sure why he bothered with all of this so much. He could easily sleep on it, or at least try to, and catch Cassidy first thing in the morning, to demand a rematch for the title that should rightfully still be his.

“Hey.”

Kip froze in place, the familiar voice catching him off guard. His eyes shot towards it after a split second, staring at the blond standing in the now open doorway that Kip hadn’t heard opening as he had been way too deep in his own thoughts, Cassidy letting out a yawn as he ran a hand through his short hair. There was something in the look he was giving to Kip that he wasn’t quite sure how to decipher at first, but as Cassidy continued to speak, it became pretty obvious.

“Can you stop that? Some of us are trying to sleep here.”

Annoyance. It was definitely annoyance.

Too bad for Cassidy he wasn’t as annoyed by the situation as Kip was, as the Brit stepped closer, getting up to the blond’s face. Cassidy didn’t even flinch, the pair of unamused blue eyes just staring back at him as he yawned quietly again.

“Well wake the fuck up sunshine, I want my title back.”

Cassidy just looked at him, lazily leaning against the door frame without moving an inch. The situation reminded Kip a lot about the way Cassidy had initially coaxed the title match out of him in the first place, just confirming the feeling Kip had had earlier while planning on putting himself into this situation that he had to fall down to similar tactics to best the dastardly Orange Cassidy this time around himself.

“Well?”

“Well what?” Cassidy asked, shrugging his shoulders a little. He clearly wasn’t going to move or give into Kip’s demands, which Kip was sure he already knew. Cassidy was just playing mind games with him at this point, growing the Brit more and more irritated at him with every ignorant statement he made.

“The title! I want a shot!”

Cassidy blinked at him blankly a couple of times, before leaning a bit closer, out of the doorway, glancing around the two of them up and down the empty hallway. Kip watched him, clearly confused, as Cassidy returned back to his original position, shrugging again.

“Brandon’s not here. The stand-ins are not here. I can’t give you a title shot unless it’s official.”

“You think this is a joke, don’t you?”

Cassidy didn’t reply, he didn’t react to the statement at all, but Kip could sense it from him. The blond was making a mockery of the precious vlog title, his precious vlog title, and Kip wasn’t going to stand for it. He stepped closer, as close as he possibly could to Cassidy, eyes narrowing at him as Kip huffed some extremely annoyed energy out of himself, trying his best to ignore the way the tips of their noses softly brushed against one another.

“You’re gonna give me a shot at the title, and you’re gonna give it to me now!”

“Okay.”

Kip went quiet, just staring at Cassidy for a second before his brows furrowed, Kip leaning slightly away from him, clearly suspicious about this situation.

“…Okay?” he repeated, trying to work it out in his brain what the blond was on about.

“You can have a shot.”

Kip was still definitely suspicious about all of this, the conclusion came around much easier than he expected, but at the same time he had always known that Cassidy wasn’t made up to be a champion so maybe he was already regretting this and wanted to lose the title to avoid the responsibilities that came with it. Maybe Kip showing this passionate side of him to Cassidy was making the fraud of a current champion realize how much he actually wanted this, making Cassidy regret ever taking it from him. Maybe --

“But you have to earn it first.”

Getting another sudden flashback to how Cassidy had pulled his title shot out of him, Kip bit his lower lip, swearing he could see a little teasing smirk tugging in the corner of Cassidy’s mouth at the sight of Kip’s obviously racing thoughts. Maybe he was also thinking the same thing, how things had happened last week, agreeing to have a repeat of that. Or maybe that was just what Kip wanted out of this, what he wanted to believe.

“Or you can just say no and we can leave it at that and --”

“I-I’ll do anything.”

The words slipped out of his mouth before Kip could stop himself, the desperation in his voice so obvious he couldn’t help but the wince a little afterwards. Of course he meant it, but he wasn’t supposed to show weakness like that, not at a moment like this, not so openly to someone like Cassidy. The blond just looked at him, slowly raising one brow at him, this time Kip being sure there was a smirk accompanying his glance.

“…Anything?”

Kip slowly nodded. This was the one title that had meant so much to him, the only one he had held in recent memory that made him even somewhat relevant in the eyes of the audience. He craved the compliments he got while carrying it around and wearing it, he missed the weight of it on his shoulders, both physically and metaphorically, he missed the glimmer of gold that was truly his. The one thing that Kip had won, that gave him admiration, attention, a reason. He missed it. Kip missed all of it.

And yes. He was so ready to do anything to get it back. Anything Cassidy threw at him would be worth it, to get that title back on his shoulder, around his waist, to have those feelings of importance and meaning again.

Kip watched, in slight confusion, as Cassidy suddenly turned around on his heels, sluggishly making his way back inside the hotel room, leaving the door open after him. Kip stared at the empty, open doorway for a moment, it slowly dawning on him that this was an invitation for him. He could feel his heartbeat growing faster at the sudden realization that it was just going to be the two of them, at this late of an hour, together in Cassidy’s otherwise empty hotel room.

Kip tried to shake the thought off as he stepped past the threshold and inside the room, slowly closing the door after him. He had to remind himself that he was here for the title, for the shot he deserved to regain it, and that was it. Just because it happened to be with Cassidy was irrelevant. He would have done this with anyone else too. Maybe not like this, maybe he would have been more patient with someone else, but Kip definitely would have demanded a title shot. He --

“Come here.”

Kip looked at him, spotting Cassidy sitting at the end of the bed, slowly patting the spot next to him. Kip hesitated for a moment before he managed to get his feet moving again, slowly approaching the bed and the blond sitting on it. He felt nervous, without really being able to put a finger on why. He forcefully pushed the memory of Cassidy pinning him against the couch a week ago out of his mind, knowing this time wouldn’t be like that. This situation was different, he had no reason to try the same trick on him twice.

Kip finally sat on the bed next to him, watching as Cassidy inhaled deeply, leaning his arms against his legs as he leaned forward on his spot, clearly switching gears into a thinking mode. Kip didn’t bother to ask him anything, it was fairly obvious that he was running through scenarios on how the Brit would be showing that he had earned another title shot after just losing to him. Cassidy wasn’t the kind of person to really plan much ahead, he thought more on the spot, or so Kip had at least noticed throughout the torment he had put the blond through in the past months. So it didn’t really look like he had planned for this either, for Kip coming up to him and demanding a title shot, and being put into this position of having to come up with something.

God he would be such a boring champion.

“Can I ask you something?”

Kip scanned the side of his face, staying quiet as Cassidy didn’t look back at him despite asking the question and waiting for an answer. The silence seemed to be enough for him though, as he continued.

“Are you really here only for the title?”

Kip looked at him, feeling an odd lump in his throat that he was sure wasn’t there before. He nodded his head quickly though, before clearing his voice a little.

“Of, of course.”

Cassidy snorted, still not looking at him, but Kip could see the teasing smile playing on his lips.

“You’re lying.”

Kip didn’t reply to him, only watched as Cassidy finally turned back towards him. The odd combination of both softness and intensity in his eyes was almost mesmerizing, Kip hadn’t really paid much attention to it before if he was being honest. Usually when he saw Cassidy without the sunglasses was inside the ring, in a differently heated moment where he had a reputation and a fighting spirit to keep up to, which was so much different than the sleepy, almost domesticated feel to the look he was giving to Kip here.

“You’re really telling me that you are here, at two in the morning, in my hotel room, when you could have done that at any point tomorrow or even tonight, just through a simple text message or a call, begging for a title shot that barely matters… And that’s all?”

Kip slowly and hesitantly nodded, getting an uncharacteristically emotive chuckle back from Cassidy who just shook his head, the smile now very obvious on his lips as he just kept looking back at Kip.

“You’re a terrible fucking liar.”

Kip opened his mouth to reply, but he had no words. He could have just easily lied about it, but something in his head was preventing him from saying any of that. Something in him didn’t make him want to sit there and lie at Cassidy, not directly to his face, but at the same time he couldn’t admit the true nature of things to him.

He could barely admit it to himself that maybe, maybe there was something a little bit more to this and his impatient passion than just regaining the title. Because Cassidy was right, he could have waited, he could have done this at any point, without being so aggressively over the top about it, without not wanting to waste any chance Kip could get to end up in this position.

The position where Cassidy suddenly, yet clearly deliberately leaned closer towards him while Kip was weighting through his potential replies, with ease cupping one of Kip’s cheeks into his hand as the Brit wasn’t even trying to stop him or resist against the touch, pressing their lips against one another.

Kip couldn’t lie to him, because he wanted this. He had hoped for this. Fuck, he had begged in his mind to put back into this position, and there were no known words on this whole goddamn planet that he could say to make it appear otherwise.

Kip slowly responded to the lazy kiss, Cassidy almost immediately pulling away from him, erupting an annoyed groan from Kip. Cassidy just smiled at him, knowing that he got him in the palm of his hand so easily, both figuratively and literally as his thumb ran over the Brit’s cheek.

“I don’t like it when you lie to me, Kip.”

The way Cassidy said his name sent shivers down Kip’s spine. The soft, yet stern voice put him under a spell he couldn’t escape from. Not that he wanted to, but the hold it had of him was like no other, the soft touch against the heating skin of his cheek just adding a layer to it all that made it feel like a dream Kip didn’t want to wake up from.

“I’m… I’m sorry.”

Cassidy tilted his head, almost acting coy before he leaned closer again, trailing a row of soft kisses along Kip’s jawline. He bit his lip to hold back a moan, his breathing tightening as Kip could feel his heart rate increasing against his will at the touch of Cassidy’s lips against the scruff covering his skin while his hands worked to unbutton the rest of the Brit’s shirt with ease. Finally his hot breath tickled against Kip’s ear as Cassidy’s lips reached it, a clear smile in his voice as he whispered, “Good boy.”

Kip flinched a little, pulling away from Cassidy’s touch, taking in a deep breath, much shakier than he expected it to be. Cassidy just looked at him, the smile still playing on his lips, barely visible yet so comforting that Kip couldn’t help but to rush forward, wanting to wipe that look from his face before Cassidy could unlock more embarrassing feelings out of him, pulling the blond into a kiss. Cassidy chuckled at him, giving Kip the moment he needed to deepen the kiss.

The next few moments passed him by in a bizarre haze of passion, Kip feeling the blond moving into his lap with ease, stripping him out of the already unbuttoned shirt, hands moving into his hair to run through it. The few gentle tucks of his hair made Kip moan quietly against the kiss, in the end Cassidy clearly taking the hint as it felt like he was doing it on purpose to work Kip up, letting him barely catch his breath anymore.

As the kiss was finally broken apart, Cassidy stopped to admire his handiwork; the disheveled hair, flustered cheeks, closed eyes, and slightly parted lips as Kip was trying to steady his breathing to stop his head from spinning, looking so euphoric in his state that Cassidy let out a few swears of his own in his mind at the piece of art he had created. He hadn’t stopped before to ask himself if this was the right thing to do, but seeing Kip right there in front of him melting against his touch on more levels than just one, he knew this was what he wanted to begin with. Since last week, in fact. But…

“Hey.”

Kip didn’t open his eyes, still trying to steady himself and his spinning head, but he nodded a little in acknowledgment.

“If… If you want to stop, it’s okay. You’ve earned your shot.”

Kip’s brows furrowed but his eyes remained shut, just listening to Cassidy’s words. The blond wanted to make it very clear he wasn’t going to push the boundaries more unless this was a mutual feeling between both of them. Honestly it had started as Cassidy just trying to see how serious Kip was about all of this title shot talk after what Cassidy himself had done to get his shot the week before, but somewhere down the line since Kip had appeared unannounced and clearly so, so desperate on the doorstep of his hotel room, something had changed.

He didn’t want to see how far Kip was willing to go anymore. Maybe it was because the things he would do were becoming fairly obvious, or maybe Cassidy just wanted this to be more… Mutually enjoyable and beneficial moment instead. Something a bit more than just him trying to tease Kip into backing down.

“Unless you… Want to go on.”

“I… I do.”

Kip was still clearly out of breath, but he nodded his head again, Cassidy feeling the fingertips digging into his hips, only now really taking notice where Kip’s hands had been this entire time. “I do. I really… Really do.”

Sensing nothing but sincerity in his words, Cassidy leaned closer again, stealing a soft peck from Kip’s lips before he pushed himself up on his feet from his lap. Kip’s eyes opened as he felt the body heat of the blond disappear from his immediate vicinity, his cheeks flushing even deeper color of red as he saw Cassidy kneeling down in front of him, hands working on undoing his belt.

Kip almost wanted to ask him to stop, a sudden wave of shame and vulnerability washing over him, but as Cassidy continued to undress him without any objections, the clearly careful and practiced movements of his hands tucking the tight jeans down, Kip just found himself biting his lip to stop himself from letting out a single sound, just enjoying the brushes of Cassidy’s rough hands against his exposed skin, just the mere contact making Kip grow slightly more and more insane each time.

As Cassidy struggled a bit with the final pull of the pants, Kip wiggled his way back on the bed, the movement helping to release his legs from the denim trap. There was something almost perverse about it, how Kip was now laying on the unfamiliar hotel bed only in his underwear, watching as Cassidy crawled back on it, still fully clothed, leaning over him as the blond observed every bit of Kip, inch by inch, as if he wanted to consume all of him.

And honestly, Kip absolutely wanted him to do all of that.

Cassidy’s hand traced up his toned midsection, a line of fingers running between his pecs, raising goosebumps on Kip’s skin.

“Has anyone told you that you’re beautiful?”

Cassidy looked straight at him, Kip having to actually turn away to avert the gaze, feeling the words catching in his throat. He wanted to reply something back to him so badly, but Kip was afraid of stammering, saying the wrong thing, making a fool out of himself. Making all of this stop if he said something that Cassidy didn’t want to hear.

Kip could feel Cassidy’s hand climbing up from his chest, pressing onto his cheek, slowly but firmly turning Kip’s face back towards him. Cassidy smiled down at him, “Because I think you’re beautiful.”

Kip’s cheeks were burning, even more so as the blond leaned in for another kiss. Stealing the wind out of his lungs with ease as Cassidy locked their lips together, Kip tried to keep any coherent thoughts going on. Which was extremely difficult for him, as he could feel Cassidy’s soft lips against his, his tongue in Kip’s mouth, his hands wandering around the side of his face and the other in his hair. Kip felt like a mess under his grasp, melting into a puddle of his own wants and desires, drowning in the shows of affection he had been craving for the entire night.

Cassidy pulled away first, Kip leaning up after him, trying to hold onto the kiss for as long as possible. Cassidy hummed a little at his longing for the affection, clearly content with the response he was receiving, pressing a quick kiss on Kip’s cheek instead.

“You’re so beautiful I think I know exactly what I want to do with you.”

Kip was completely at his mercy, feeling Cassidy’s hands leaving his face and his hair, helping the blond hover over his body instead as Cassidy slowly kissed his way down him. First along his jaw, then his neck, leaving little nibbles on the soft skin, erupting almost embarrassingly soft moans from Kip. Cassidy chuckled at him, stopping for a moment to watch Kip throw one arm over his face, his cheeks so hot out of both desire and embarrassment that he didn’t want to think about Cassidy even looking at him.

“Kip…”

“Ju-just keep going.” His voice was quiet, almost whiny, demanding. And yet he was begging, like the pathetic, needy one he was. Cassidy just looked at him for a moment, before lowering his lips back against his skin, continuing to kiss down his features all the way down over Kip’s chest and his abdomen, only stopping as his hands brushed against the only piece of garment still covering the Brit, in reaction Kip’s hands shooting closer to tangle into Cassidy’s hair, stopping him in place.

The blond glanced up at Kip from under his brows, clearly curious, watching him breath heavily as Kip contemplated his options. Him stopping Cassidy on his tracks was a reflex, one that he didn’t want to act on but had no other choice, already feeling awkward enough in the situation he was put in. But Cassidy just continued to smile at him, that same smile that Kip had seen from him throughout the night; it was confident, soft, full of comfort and understanding.

“It’s okay,” Cassidy almost purred at him, Kip watching as he carefully untangled his hand from his hair. “Trust me.”

Kip suddenly sat up, Cassidy’s brows furrowing a bit at this sudden change, forcing him to sit back up as well. Cassidy’s hand was quick to cup Kip’s face again, the Brit leaning immediately into the comforting touch, letting out a shaky breath.

“You do want to do this, right?”

Kip nodded, rubbing his cheek against the palm of Cassidy’s hand a little. The smile was fast to return to the blond’s lips, as he leaned closer to Kip, pressing a soft kiss on his lips, followed by his free hand gently pushing Kip back down against the bed.

“So let me handle this. I promise you, you’re in good hands.”

Kip wasn’t denying that, he wasn’t denying wanting this either. He really did, and he knew he just needed to get over that first hurdle of not feeling so ridiculously embarrassed to let someone else take over him. Kip could feel Cassidy’s hands running over the cloth, letting out a soft whine in response. As Cassidy chuckled at him softly, Kip’s head whipped to the side, cheeks burning as he couldn’t look back at the blond again.

“Just relax.” Cassidy’s voice flowed through him, Kip shivering a bit, hoping Cassidy didn’t catch onto it. “Lay back, look gorgeous for me and… Keep moaning.” Kip closed his eyes, inhaling sharply as he could feel Cassidy’s fingers almost impatiently tiptoeing over his underwear. “I like it when you do that. Alright?”

Kip nodded his head, letting out a quiet whine in response.

“Good Kip,” Cassidy whispered, Kip feeling the last garment covering him being slowly stripped off of his body.

[madamefluffnstuff]

Now We're Stressed Out

Fandom: Elder Scrolls Online

Pairing: Bastian Hallix x Fem!Vestige

Rating: K

Warning(s): Daily life stresses, Vestige is generally burnt out. Bastian and the Vestige are in an established relationship and thus share a bed.

Words: 1,028

AN: I think I had started this one around the holidays (which makes too much sense tbh), but this week I've been having Not A Good Time (TM), so I finished it up.

(Don't worry, I'm feeling much better now! Just had a rough week is all ^^)

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"What's that you're reading?"

Bastian paused his walk to the inn wardrobe and craned his neck to try and see what the Vestige was looking at. The way the desk was placed meant her back was turned to him, and her slightly hunched posture didn't help either.

"A letter," was the blunt reply.

"Who's it from?"

"...Lyranth."

He made a face; the Dremora, while undoubtedly a helpful ally, had a tendency to be rather... demanding. And be very cryptic with those demands. And then tease mercilessly when all was said and done. A trait which grated on his nerves on more than one occasion.

Not that he'd be foolish enough to voice those thoughts out loud, of course.

"She's asking for a "favor"", the Vestige continued, an icy bitterness lacing her voice.

"You do realize there will most likely be strings attached, right?" Bastian responded dryly as he picked out a change of sleep clothes.

The Vestige nodded. "Not to mention this is the fourth letter this week that someone has asked me for help."

"Fourth?"

"Yep..."

He was quiet as that information sunk in: she always had a hard time telling people "no", and turning down those who needed help. That was something they had in common. They wanted to save everyone they could. But they couldn't be everywhere at once.

"I just... ARGH!" she screamed in frustration, slightly starting him as she did. "Why can't things just stay fixed!? Why does everyone need *me* to help them all the time!? Why can't people fix their own problems-" her voice cracked as her eyes welled with angry tears.

She had reached a breaking point. All the recent frustrations and grievances finally boiled over as she lost her temper. She was exhausted, stretched thin, and burnt out. Had her companion realized this sooner, Bastian might have done something to help relieve her burdens. He felt a little guilty for not realizing it sooner.

"It's not your fault," he reminded her gently as he approached her. "You can't expect yourself to solve everyone's problems on your own. They need to help themselves sometimes as well."

"But all of these people... so many ask me for help. Sure, they pay me, but do they ever ask *me* if *I* need help? Of course not..."

Bastian reached over her shoulder and, as gently as he could, removed the letter from her trembling hands. He made his way around the chair, picked up a book sitting on the corner of the desk, and slid the paper under said book. Out of sight, out of mind, as a wise mage once said. Firm but patient hands found their way onto The Vestige's shoulders.

"Come on. Away from the desk."

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, rubbing her tired eyes. Bastian gave her shoulders a soft squeeze. After a moment, she realized she truly was in no position to argue or protest. The Vestige gave another heavy sigh and stood up, allowing her companion to guide her away from her work station.

"Alright. Lay down for a minute," Bastian moved the bed covers for her. "I'll see if the innkeeper has something to help you relax."

As the sound his footsteps faded into the hallway, the Vestige felt herself to sink into the soft blankets. This was one of the nicer inns they had been to, especially the beds. Very plush and soft. She sat up to rearrange the pillows to her liking before plopping herself back down. The silence was unexpectedly peaceful, lulling her into a calm as her mind began to settle.

It only took a few minutes for Bastian to return from his errand. As the door opened, The Vestige immediately smelled hot tea. She perked up as he approached the bed. He smiled, "You're already looking better."

She smiled back. "Just a bit."

He offered a hand to help her sit up, which she graciously accepted. As the Vestige swung her legs over the edge of the bed, he passed her the cup and sat down next to her. She let out a contented sigh as she inhaled the sweet scent of the beverage. Bastian rested his hand on her leg and gave it a soothing pat. "You alright?"

A nod.

"You sure?"

Another nod.

He watched her carefully as she drank deeply, without blowing on it. A mix of concern and amusement spread across Bastian's face as he waited for a reaction- she just downed a near boiling drink. When she did not react, only stared at the adjacent wall unblinking, he slowly nodded and assumed she'd be fine.

Bastian quietly cleared his throat. "I'm sorry you got to this point," he apologized. "If I had realized sooner I would have helped you."

"You don't need to apologize, love," the Vestige assured him in kind. "I should have asked for help sooner."

They sat in a comfortable quiet while she finished her tea. Once she had, Bastian suggested they go to bed early. Some extra sleep would do them both good.

"No, no, I can't right now. I need to think of how to tell Lyranth-"

"All right, look," Bastian said, putting his hands back on her shoulders and looking her in the eyes. "It's late. You're exhausted. You're stressed to Oblivion. And you need to sleep. Forget about all of that for right now."

"But, I-"

"No "but's". You've done enough." His hands slid soothingly down her arms, wrapping around her own hands in a protective manner. "You need to be more gentle with yourself..."

She was silent for a long moment before sighing and admitting he was right.

It didn't take long for them to get comfortable under the blankets- Bastian even went and found an extra one for her so she could "nest" into the covers. The Vestige nestled herself into his arms as he pulled her close, resting his chin on her head. A heavy exhalation of relief escaped her lips; she was safe. She had a support system. She would figure this out in due time.

"Promise me you'll ask for help next time?" Bastian murmured into her hair.

"I promise."

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[teeheeheeee-i-just-vent-here]

eheheheehhe

itsss just so fucking exhaustingg like i want people to reach out and talk to me but i do nothing to add to the conversation ever and imm SURPRISED?/ when people prefer being around other ppl than me

ii just cant think of anything to say anymore MY MINDS SO clogged by constant swirling negative thoughts and random bits of music and patterns and fears andshitandihyperfocusonmysurroundingsand the feeling of everything on me then i get super self conscious even if theress no possible way anyone could perceive me nd stuff but like yea i dont relaly HAVE any positive thoughts or ideas [that last anyway] so its like what do i even bring up????

AND The things thta i actually can think of get lost so quickly cause my mind works at ultra giga speed mode but alllll of that processing power is used for the wrong shit like i can barely remember anything at this point and im not sure if its because ive actually lost memories or because i cant concentrate long enough to actually recall them aside from brief glimpses of the setting and thats it

ialsohave issues forming memories i think cause like i just dont take in information due to the CSNTARBOMAPAFAS[see paragraph two] goin on so nothing thats actually supposed to be catalogued is catalogued

bt like anyway all i can do now is smoke and work my job which im honestly insanely lucky to have rn its remote which is the only way i can even somewhat handle working so yea thts kinda epic :3

ermm yea its so har d to put thoughts into words and i forgot most of the stuff i was originally gonna vent about while making a new accountt so idk TUNE IN NEXT TIME??

bssstzzttt.,

[mrdreyferin]

nothing to worry bout here

gods, they fucking have felt so shit. imm barelly able toype with these fuckers ofb arms. like,, fhe feeling in them. it hurts. its the last reminents of them and just. gods fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fu

shit, why couldnt they just be numb. ensas arms work, they sure fucking do, and im grateful as hell, but also gods does moving them hurt. youd think id be strong enough to handle it now, but nope. im just as "strong" as i was before. how the hell did i even get on that gods-damned ship. i found family by running from the one i had? fucking hell, how stupid is that. id say sorry, but who the fucks gonna listen. jayson is himself, so is that old lady (i cant judge age, i barely remember mine.), and i dont think i could face jaybird or ava without becoming a sopping mess.

words wont mean shit, and what the fuck can i do? i barely can handle my broken arms. i want to say sorry to elizabeth and chip, because they were there and shouldn't have been. i want to say sorry to finn because i took forever to get back to him. im sorry arlin ive let you stay lost still. sorry captain rose, you got the shit off the ferin familys boot, not the mate you looked for. look where we are now.

sorry to my new captains that you looked up to me ever. im not as good as i was before, and i wasnt ever great then. if i was, i bet we wouldn't have fallen in. i would have grabbed your hand and pulled you out.

gods why cant my arms be numb.

[bootleg-parable]

Let Me Remind You ; A Parable Progression

Exhaustion was a heavy stone on Teller’s chest today.

He was meant to be off work hours ago, but as time passed, nothing on his schedule had been completed, and looking back at it all, it wasn’t that much. He tapped on his keyboard absent-mindedly- light enough to avoid any keystrokes, but hard enough to fill the silence with the repetitive sound of clicking. Focus was not on his side today. This is why he always got off of work so much later than everybody else.

The office felt uncannily dead. All of the lights were off, and Teller didn’t have the strength or the idea to turn them back on despite still being sat there. His computer was the only emission of light that he had in an otherwise ill-lit setting. He had to wonder where everybody was. It wasn’t that late in the day, right? He couldn’t have been the only person in the office. Surely somebody would have come around by now, they usually did when he lost track of time like this. Was he actually alone in this great, big building?

He shouldn’t have been the only person in the office.

No. It was time to go. He couldn’t rely on others to keep his head on straight.

He shut his computer down and rocked up from his chair to his feet. It was so much darker than he expected when the screen was off. It must have been sunset; at least he prayed it’d be no later than that. His workroom didn’t have any windows. He’d have to check once he got to the main hallway. With that in mind, he exited his office, pushing open the door on quietly-protesting hinges and going through the first corridor. Every other office had their entrances slightly ajar, with only a doorstop in the path of keeping them from shutting. Wow. He really was by himself. He found it kind of amusing that nobody bothered to check on him, or even thought of him existing in the same time and space as they were. They just left.

Perhaps it was a holiday. He couldn’t recall what day it was.

But wait. Where was he, again? Still the fifth floor, corridor three. He could have sworn that he’d long ago left this part of the building. His mind was failing him. It’s the age, it’s got to be. He looked at the numerical marking on the wall ahead. This was the same door. Was he going in circles? Was his fatigue sending him astray in the building? He didn’t know where he was going. Suddenly things weren’t making sense anymore. This is what he got for neglecting sleep in favour of. . .

Of. . .

What was keeping him up, again?

If he had longer hair to pull on, he would. His tie would suffice to fill that void.

Frustrated, he walked backwards instead of ahead. Maybe switching things up would make him more aware, as dumb as that sounded to him. He wasn’t awake enough for this…But even while moving in reverse, the room behind him was the exact same as the one in front. He stopped himself in the doorway just to be sure that he was seeing everything correctly.

Maybe if he just rubbed his eyes. . .

Nothing.

Nothing changed…Peculiar.

“What?”

That’s what he tried to say. But his voice is not what came when he opened his mouth. It was a silent, yet noticeable, strange humming, similar to the beginning buildup of static from a television. His hand fluttered to his throat. If static had a feeling, this would be it.

“What’s going on?”

The more that he said in one go, the louder that the sound became. He could barely make out his own words as they were drowned out and overpowered by this supernatural happening. It was getting harder to see. All of the colours of the world were reduced to their blandest states, until being dialled down to nothing but their colourless forms. The room behind him was practically invisible in the gloom, and the unknown was only spreading as it beckoned to him. A leeching poison that looked to be consuming everything in its path.

Teller would be next.

He didn’t know what lay beyond what was visible. There was only one course of action that sprung to his mind, even if danger wasn’t imminently or obviously present.

Run.

He turned from the encroaching void and high-tailed it through door after door. No matter how far or how fast he ran, nothing in these rooms changed- nothing big enough to notice, anyhow. No windows. No other doors but the ones straight ahead. No light. No turning back.

And nobody.

The nightmarish atmosphere was now made up of several shades of black and pops of yellow, and the only splash of white to be found were his glasses and the ominous shine that they always seemed to have. Running past all of these same-coloured details was starting to make him dizzy. He held his hands to his ears as he tried calling out, hoping for someone to shout back in the chaos. But that static completely tuned out his words. Even he didn’t know what he was trying to say amongst it.  It was a stretch to assume that any of this was real. A nightmare…yes. He’s fallen asleep at his desk again, oh, thank God. But that acknowledgement did nothing to aid in his ongoing terror.

In fact, if he weren’t so afraid of the unidentified pursuing him, he’d have stopped running and stood around to work all of this out. At least to wait until he woke up. But that wasn’t a viable option proposed to him. As a matter of fact: neither was fleeing. Something seized his foot just before it left the ground to send him off again, and the world flipped itself upside-down when he fell. He plunged right into the floor, like a person might vanish into a body of water, and he did not stop falling. All of the furniture in that unchanging hallway was coming down around him, sinking much faster than he was and leaving him behind to whatever abyss that awaited him. It was a freefall so slow that the feeling of a faster descent was making him ill. Alongside the static in his throat to fill the silence, he heard the ticking of a clock, loud and unforgiving, and the beating of his own heart, should it have been beating at all. And that thing- that thing that’d grabbed him not too long ago- was starting to creep up and make itself known. There were multiple of them, all of yellow hues and configured like long, never-ending arrows. The one that was once only wrapped around his ankle now had both of his legs bound together. They felt like a very cold length of ribbon. Satin, maybe? And they were starting to surround him, like they were preparing to pull him in and drag him under. All of them were reaching out from a main form, which only looked like a featureless mass in its first structure before it crept a little closer.

For a while, Teller wasn’t sure what he was looking at. There was hardly anything human about it, as it was without appendages and a recognisable face. But the familiarity was there, and when the primary puzzlement was done and over with, the only thing to replace it was fear.

He remembered being in the library, turning around to see this beastly, towering figure. He remembered how it’d attacked him. How it’d stared down at him as he faded away right at its non-existent feet. Condescending. The pain in his head was returning, and it was overwhelming. The crackle of static was back and he wasn’t even speaking. He wasn’t sure where the sound was coming from, anymore. Not from it, not from him.

Where…?

The blank, yellow triangle in the being’s “face” began to spell something out, making the sound of a typewriter as the letters appeared one by one. And with its unvoiced speech, Teller knew that this thing remembered him just as much as he remembered it.

The nightmare didn’t feel so much like a nightmare anymore.

“𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐,

𝙼𝚛. 𝙿𝚊𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚒. (:”

It knew his name. It knew where he was. It knew what state of being he was in.

And it was real.

The arrows twisted and tugged around him until he was entirely encased, and the snake-like constriction that they enforced was unbearable. Teller did the one thing that he should have done when this monster first showed itself to him.

He screamed.

User was currently asleep at the desk that he usually spent time reading at. It’d been a day or two since Teller wiped out in the library; the reason for why or explanation of how remained a mystery. The elder man was still down for the count. As botched a job as it might have been, User did what he could for the injury. The bleeding stopped and Teller wasn’t dead as far as the eye could see with his fitful rest, and that’s what mattered in the end of it all. He would have put himself somewhere better-suited for napping, but he moved his friend to the sofa the previous day, and unless User fancied a siesta on the floor, the spinny-chair was his next best bet. His back would be sparing him no mercy later.

It might have been a decent two or three hours worth of a nap when User was awoken by an unanticipated sound from behind him. It sounded more like a retch than anything, but no matter the case, it startled User, and he overshot the turn of his chair so much that he spun out of control and had to get up just to stop it. He watched as Teller put his hands over his face and shook his head with a dampened groan. He was finally waking up.

“Ohhhh. . .Stars.”

User hurried over and stopped right where he was when Teller flinched at his footsteps. He allowed the eldest a second to realise it was him, and gradually the tenseness in how he held himself relaxed.

“Oh, you. You’re. . .here?”

Shit.

Why was he talking like that?

He fixed the pillow under Teller’s head as he went on.

“Sorry. Can’t think straight. . .Tired.” Teller paused. He put a hand to the bridge of his nose. “Ow.”

Sign language probably wasn’t going to work here. User had to use his voice, even if he didn’t want to. “What happened?”

Teller was exceptionally hollow. He had to have been concussed. “I was in the library. Something happened…” His sentence died on his tongue.

Teller put his hands to his ears, reduced to faint, troubled mumbling and moaning. He did this for a while. The other didn’t interrupt him.

“I don’t know.” He said finally.

User frowned. He was at a loss. He wished that he were only getting worked up for nothing, but he checked the library after treating his friend. There was no ladder. Teller didn’t fall, and the shelf didn’t land on him despite there being blood on it. There was no excuse for how he wound up like this. Unless his dumb ass sneezed and slammed his face into it with the accompanying motion. But he wasn’t that stupid, and nobody sneezes that hard. In any normal case, User would have moved on from this and just called it an accident. But there was an indescribable force in this world hunting him and Teller down. Something like this couldn’t just be brushed off.

“S’my nose broken?” Teller placed a hand on his face again.

User wasn’t actually sure. He was no doctor, and he didn’t know if a broken nose was an obvious “one glance” catch or not. But he knew it was bleeding when Teller was found.

“Um,” He fiddled with his hair. “No.”

“Hurts.”

“I…I could imagine.”

Teller rested his head backward onto User’s shoulder, and the other had to compose himself and play it cool. Close contact was still something that User wasn’t very comfortable with initiating. The make-believe ballroom dance was one thing. This was another.

“I’m sorry.” Sorry? He didn’t need to apologise. Did User make a face again? He seemed to have a bad habit of doing that, according to Teller. “I know that must have been dreadfully frightening for you, dear boy. I’ll be more careful m’next time.”

Hopefully there won't be a next time. If the duo were lucky, User’s plan would fall perfectly into place, but given this sudden turn of events, User wasn’t too sure that this enemy was going to follow the same track as the other loops. It never arrived this soon. It never dealt such critical blows until the final phase. Maybe it was getting restless. . .Why did it want Teller dead so badly? Why did it have to be Teller?

I wish it would just kill me instead.

But that would leave Teller alone in consequence. He was starting to second-guess this whole scheme of his. No. No, Teller could handle himself. He’d move on from it, right? He hasn’t known User that long. But then again. . .

User has watched Teller die on several accounts now- a complete stranger to him until this reality reeled him in- and he couldn’t get over any of them.

There wasn’t a sound to interrupt User’s internal line of reasoning this time. He had to pull himself out of it, and he only managed such a difficult task because he noticed how quiet Teller had gotten. He reached a hand around and fidgeted with those eerie glasses, but never took them off. Teller mumbled in response. Alive, but very out of tune. He’d heal with time.

Presently, User was stuck being used as a pillow, even though there was a cushion already there for Teller to rest on. This was fine. At least he could keep a closer eye on his friend. Fingers crossed that his arm didn’t go numb in the next five minutes.

He was going to be here for a while.

In the meantime, Teller’s unconscious mind would never be rid of this repetitive reminder of an unearthly presence. In every minor word that he spoke, the static would surge in his throat to a point that he could swear he was suffocating in it. Each nightmare sequence would be worse than the last, and in some circumstances he’d be desperate enough to try and reason with this 8-Ball-bearing monstrosity. But it was beyond conversation, and it found more progress out of scaring him than speaking to him.

User would glance down every so often to the sound of Teller’s senseless and tormented mumbling, and all that he could do to help was to wake his office-partner until he inevitably fell under another sleeping spell. It was a pattern that was better left followed. User could not read Teller’s mind- oftentimes he wished he could, even before this- but whatever was going on up there wasn’t good. Teller definitely saw something before he went down in the library. He wouldn’t lie to User, right? If he didn’t know what happened, then he truly couldn’t have remembered. A blow to the head that looked like that came with its handful of problems; memory loss was one of them. Maybe he was reliving it. Maybe when he was fully awake and aware, he would be able to explain what he was seeing.

This could be it, User thought. It finally caught up to us.

He needed to finalise his plan a little bit faster.

[ponponpopcorn]

OGURI PLUSH RESTORATION JOURNEY

A couple of days ago, it was going to be Oguri's wonderful birthday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY OGURI. it was on the 27th of March) so I thought I would get her clean in the laundry. Um. I had made a blunder. I think you're supposed to handwash these plushies. You think I would've learned my lesson after I accidentally unstuck DMG's wand last time, but I guess I forgot.

As a result, she lost her beautiful bows and sailor collar thing...

If you're wondering why I didn't attempt to fix her sooner it's because I had homework to do. But anyways. It's a miracle I retrieved all the lost parts from the laundry because I didn't even realize they were gone until I went back home.

I'm starting off with putting back her sailor collar thing . Is there a word for this...?? Now, the setbacks of these plushies is that these extra parts are attached with an adhesive, which is fine for people that don't forget you shouldn't put these in the laundry. But also the fabric glue bleeds through. So as you can see below, I sewed the back part for extra security (it wasn't attached with glue before). I couldn't do the front bc the glue made it stiff, so my needle could not go through, but i'd say it looks clean for the most part! Thank you middle school sewing club. Her hair covers it anyways.

Then onto the front part of the collar. I decided to use fabric glue, which I thankfully had on hand from when I was making my Pan cosplay. I used the back of a small paint brush to apply it and... The paint stain on it went into the glue. so there's some blue inthere. it just is so sad. Perhaps I will use white fabric paint on top to cover it up...? but I'll see how it is when the bow is attached.

To ensure the collar stayed in place while rhe glue dried I... well... I used a rubber band.

I'm sorry angel. This was the only way I could think of.

That's where I'm at right now. The bows are purple and im currently searching for my purple thread (except I'm not bc imm writing this post) But i might update my progress. I'll definitely attach the finished one when I'm done. I need to sleep

[jedimaster3000]

Bien o Mal

Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+

Fluff, smut.

Warnings: Language, explicit smut.

Word count: 1.7k+

A/N: This was something short I had written some time ago and forgotten about it! It’s been long since I’ve written anything about Soulmates!Frankie so I read it and I thought it was acceptable? I don’t know, pardon the mistakes in here but I just wanted to share some writing because I haven’t in a long time. I do remember this was inspired in Trueno’s song “Bien o Mal” so I just named it that in its honor. Thank you for reading!

Soulmates Universe

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Frankie always enjoyed looking at the moon at night. White and bright. The main character of the night. He was fascinated with her.

Some nights he couldn’t sleep without her. He tried to find her. She played hide and seek with him, behind some dark clouds that threatened to take away all that beauty he admired.

He didn’t remember when it started. Maybe in a mission, maybe as a kid. Maybe he was born with it. Maybe we are all born with an infatuation of some sort. We all are obsessed with something without knowing the reason why.

Maybe we all do things looking for different answers. Some of us play songs to understand the emotions we go through. Others write. The unfortunate ones don’t know what to do. The desperate ones look for answers in the sky.

The most interesting part is that somewhere in the middle of looking for and finding the answers tends to be the sweet, comfortable spot. Where the question is not as loud and the answers are not as scary.

Frankie wiggled in the blanket as his right hand rested on top of his chest. His heart beating slowly. He fixated on the beautiful, safe moon. The one with no questions and no answers for him. Endless beauty, endless wonder.

He had forgotten that it was past midnight, that you would arrive at any second. That he had left the back door of his house open. Frankie had forgotten what he was thinking about.

A man like him, a soldier, was not supposed to be familiar with forgetfulness. Quite the opposite, he should be focused and careful. The soldier inside him had started to walk in the opposite direction he was taught. And that he remembers, started the first day he saw you when he had just come back.

So many rules, so many “codes”. Everything broken with the simple sight of a pair of eyes and a sincere smile. It was all it took for him. To retrieve. To give in. Without any doubts, he gave in to you.

The first time you kissed him on his truck right in front of your house. The house you shared with another man. And he didn’t say no, he didn’t stop you. He gripped your body and held you closer. He was lost.

After that, the second time. The time you kissed again at his place. You were up on the kitchen counter, your legs around his hips. You had gripped his shirt so strongly and looked into his eyes. Kiss me, please. You had whispered. He could have never said no. Impossible. He was so lost.

Frankie was a good man. He was sure. His mother had said it so many times not to be true. But even good men make mistakes. He had laid in the same spot he was now. Thinking he should apologize, thinking he should step back. He had thought about it so many times. Walking away. Just saying goodbye. He couldn’t. He would always forget. The line between right and wrong would always vanish from his head once you entered it.

So he continued. Time and time again. He started touching you. Praising you. Bringing you so high you felt like you were in heaven with him. He treated you like no man ever could. He loved you. Loved everything about you.

Unbelievable. He really couldn’t stop. You were that place. The place between the questions and the answers. The blindspot between right and wrong. The safe zone. The moon. So bright and beautiful.

When you entered his backyard at almost one in the morning he smiled and stood on his forearms. You ran towards the grass and landed on him. Kissing him hungrily. Perfectly. Made for him.

His hands immediately snaked around your body and he pressed you tight to him. Forgetfulness all over again. No right or wrong. Just this. Just you on top of him.

“Hi, handsome,” you smiled on top of his lips and he giggled lowly.

“Beautiful liar you are, uh?” He said, pressing his lips to your neck.

Your fingers were buried in his hair as you felt him so close. You felt so good like this. So in place. Like a puzzle when you put the last piece in its place. The satisfaction was unmeasurable.

“Did you wait a long time?” You asked, getting off to lay on your side.

“I don’t know,” his hand rested on your hip, “I don’t remember.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “What were you thinking about?”

“I don’t know, I don’t remember,” he repeated.

But his face was not one to worry about. He looked peaceful and rested. A subtle smile. So pretty. You involuntarily caressed his cheek so you could feel the dimple there.

“You’re okay then?” You asked.

He sighed, content, “Yes,” he said, “Yes, I am.”

As you truly smiled this time, it all happened again. Like the first time. He kissed you just in time before you did so. Everything vanished around the two of you. It was you, him, and the moon giving you light in the middle of the night.

He helped you climb into his lap. Lazily. His hands went under your dress. His hands laid on your thighs as he continued to devour you with his kiss. The softness in his touch contrasting with the fierceness of his mouth. His teeth pulled your lip as you whined and he felt harder in his pants.

You felt it too. Pressing your thighs around him. You tried to contain it. To soothe yourself. To stay calm. You had a couple of hours on the clock. But everything happened so quickly with him. As you thought about it, he already had your right nipple inside his mouth.

“Yes,” you whispered, gripping his locks.

He looked up at you. Your eyes closed and mouth opened in pleasure. Such a perfect woman. The sounds you made. Begging. Always for more. The way you felt. Grabbing his hair and pressing your pussy to his covered cock, you were so desperate just like him. It made him all the crazier about you.

His left hand massaged your ass. His tongue circling your taut nipple. You whine again. And again. He was so hard.

“Frankie…” you pleaded.

His hand traveled to the front, just next to your covered pussy. You felt the anticipation build. The shocks starting just from it. So ready for him. But he wanted to hear you say it. Ask for it.

His mouth abandoned your nipple.

“Yes, baby?” He asked.

So close to touching you, yet he didn’t. You whined. Protesting. You pressed yourself more onto his cock.

He giggled again and you finally opened your eyes.

“Stop it,” you said, holding the back of his head.

“Say it,” he said, but couldn’t stand for long, “Please say it.”

You pulled his hair back so that his face would be just under yours. The moonlight showing you everything. His handsome features. You stayed an inch from his mouth. Looking right into his eyes.

“Fuck me,” you whispered into his mouth and kissed him once, “Fuck me like I know you want to…”

Your right hand went down to touch his covered dick. You could tell he was so ready. Probably leaking already.

“Please, Frankie. I want you.”

And when you tried to kiss him, he couldn’t help it. He turned you around. Getting on top. Hungry, ready. His left hand moved your underwear to the side while his right got his cock out of his pants.

His fingers felt through your slit once, just to check. Wet. Soaking. All for him. You begged again.

He gave in.

His cock filled you completely, bottoming out. He stayed there just a second. Just to breathe. To breathe you in. Eyes drooping and skin glowing in the dim light. You looked goddess-like. Forbidden.

He started to move in and out of you while you continued to beg. To ask for more. Saying his name. Moaning and groaning. Laying just for him. Every stroke touched that spongy place inside you that had you losing your mind.

You put a hand to his hand and he slowed down.

“Keep going,” you breathed, “I need more, please Frankie, please.”

“Fuck,” he pushed, “Perfect woman, fuck-fucking perfect…”

He lowered down to kiss you once more when you almost screamed. He drank it in. Savoring it. Pushing further inside of you. Taking you higher.

“You gonna come for me?”

“Yes yes yes,” you replied, “I’m so close.”

“Come on baby, I got you.”

He grabbed your waist as he angled just like you enjoyed it the most. And your nails dug into his neck. Just one more stroke. You fell apart in his hands. Almost sobbing from all the pleasure. Praying his name.

He pressed a soft kiss to your mouth as you whined again. Smiling, you sighed and opened your eyes.

He knew it was his time to come. He couldn’t wait any longer. Those eyes. Those beautiful eyes. Enchanting. Calling him in.

“Wher-“

“Inside,” you said.

He spilled everything inside you with a groan. His eyes closed. One hand clutching your dress. Probably stained now. He breathed in and out. Slowly coming down from his high.

Frankie stood up a little, trying to come back to earth. He opened his eyes to find you looking right at him. A pretty smile and satisfied eyes glowing in the white light, your skin so pliable and warm. He never stood a chance.

He suddenly felt shy, going red at the feeling and he wiped his forehead.

“Was that okay?” He touched your dress, “Sorry I think I got this dirty I… that was wrong of me I’ll-“

He was interrupted by your laugh. Entertained by his cuteness. Right after fucking the life out of you. Small and cute.

“Fuck you, Morales,” you smiled, “You know right and wrong don’t exist between us.”

His heart stopped.

Those times he asked himself if what he was doing with you was okay came for a second. Flashed through his mind. But they never left quicker than when he saw that look in your eyes. Moonlight.

He is just another man. He’s a good man. It’s okay, it’s all okay. It’ll work out in the end. He just needs to find the answers in the sky.

[make-me-imagine]

Writing Prompts List #2

Obviously, some of the scenario prompts are not original to me, but are popular tropes most of us have heard about.

Writing Prompt List #1

If you want to use these for your own writing blog, feel free to reblog. And feel free to use them in your own writing.

If you want to use specific prompts, in your own list, I give you permission to copy them - but only if you provide a link to the original post and/or an @ credit to me. Please, and Thank you! (and to that one specific person that once asked me if they could use some of my prompts, to which I said yes, but please provide credit. Only for them to block me and steal them anyway, later claiming they were their's.....🤡) lol

Requests: I prefer 1-3 prompts per request. Feel free to mix and match from other writing prompt lists as well (you can find the other prompts lists here). - please check my bio to see if requests are open.

**There are 25 prompts for each section (200 total). Divided between Angst/Emotional, Fluff/Romantic, Miscellaneous (humor, gen, other), and scenario prompts.

Angst/Emotional:

"Come with me." "You know I can't."

"I thought you loved me."

"I do love you, I just, don't think I'm in love, with you anymore."

"What can I do to make you stay?"

"I'm here for you, whenever you need me, know that."

"Please tell me that's not your blood."

"You always said you would hurt anyone who broke my heart. But you're the one who's broken it the most."

"Why did you leave me?"

"You're still in love with them aren't you?"

"I never thought there would be an end to us."

"I have no idea where I'm going, but I feel so lost all the time."

"I feel so lost, all the time."

"Are you okay?" "No."

"I can't stand the fact that I can never be with you."

"You torment me."

"How is it that we are perfect for one another, but were not allowed to be together? How is that right?"

"It's alright, I'm not scared."

"I didn't know if you'd come back." "Neither did I."

"You let me think you were dead, how could you do that to me?"

"In the end, we all end up alone."

"Leaving you was the hardest thing I ever had to do." Possible addition: "And coming back was the easiest"

"I don't remember what it's like not being alone."

"Why wont you let me love you?"

"You shouldn't be with them, you should be with me."

"I'm so cold. Why is it so cold?"

Fluff/Romantic:

"You're the most beautiful person I've ever met. Inside and out."

"I think you're my one weakness."

"I saw this, and thought of you."

"I've been in love before, but with you, it feels different, it feels real."

"You are my home."

"Wherever you go, I'm going too."

"I've never met anyone that has made me feel this way."

"You make me feel safe."

"There is no where else I'd rater be." (possible addition "..than in your arms.")

"You're a part of me."

"Isn't there anything you want so much it drives you crazy?" "Yes." "What is it?" "You."

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of kissing you."

"I'm still not used to it." " Used to what?" "Having someone that cares about me so much."

"Why are you staring at me?" "I just like looking at you."

"We could be worlds apart and I would always find my way back to you."

"I like the way your eyes light up when you smile."

"The safest I've ever felt was when I was with you."

"You make me feel brave."

"Truth or Dare?" "Dare." "I dare you to kiss me."

"I've never been able to picture my future with anyone, until you."

"You are my favorite part of every day"

"If I asked if I could kiss you, would you say yes?"

"You're hands are so cold." (followed up with them warming your hand)

"I'm tired of hiding how I feel about you."

"I can never seem to find the right words to express how much I really love you."

Miscellaneous: *a lot of these are suitable for enemies to lovers or frenemies fics.

"Good morning!" "No."

"I swear I'm not following you, it's just a coincidence we keep running into each other!" (could be a general scenario and not a dialogue prompt)

"What could go wrong?" *something immedietely goes wrong*

"Are you here to kill me?" "No, I'm here to save you."

"Where do you want to go? I'll take you anywhere you want."

"I just want to break something." "Awesome. I'm all for letting the anger out, but can we maybe do it somewhere other than my home?"

"Why are you here?" "Why are you here?" "I live here!"

"You're an idiot you know that?" "I am entirely aware, yes."

"I thought I was the one saving you?" "Then do a better job next time."

"Honey, I'm home!" "You don't live here."

"Let me protect you."

"What was that?" "I'm pretty sure it was the sound of 'x' falling down a hill."

"Why do you have that look on your face?" "I'm deciding whether or not I'm going to kill you." Alternate response: "I'm deciding whether or not I want to kiss you, or kill you."

"Don't you dare leave me in here alone."

"Out of all the people I had to get stuck in a room with, it had to be you?"

"You scared me! Where did you come from?" "...The bathroom?"

"I've never seen someone so smart, do something so stupid."

"You're not scared of me?" "Should I be?"

"Don't ever do that to me again."

"You really never get tired of driving me insane, do you?"

"Stop." "Stop what?" "Everything you're doing, all of it."

"Don't you have somewhere better to be?" "Nope, you're stuck with me."

"You're the worst." "Thank you."

"I hate you." "For what?" "For turning me into the good guy." "I'm pretty sure you did that yourself."

"Did you just...save me?" "You're surprised?" "Well seeing as you are usually the one trying to kill me, yeah, kind of."

Scenario Prompts:

**For prompts with Characters A and B; you can choose who is who in your request (who is the reader and who is the character)

A and B were childhood enemies, reunited years later as adults, only to be attracted to one another.

Person A is staring at Person B, distracted, ends up making a mess/hurting themselves.

Accidental confession during heat of the moment/fight.

Person A is with their friends at a carnival. B is with another group. Groups end up competing at a game, Person A and B hit it off.

Neighbors that keep bumping into each other, slowly forming a friendship that leads to more.

Person A has a hidden power, Person B finds out.

Person A falls asleep, instead of waking them, Person B carries them to bed.

I was hired to kill you, but now I want to protect you.

Tall and angry falls for small and happy. - OR - Tall and Happy falls for Small and Angry

Person A and B were hired to kill each other by the same person, they find out at the last moment, and decide to team up instead.

Person A sees Person B, a stranger, and can tell that they are sad, so they buy them a drink/dessert to make them smile.

We keep bumping into each other in random places, so it must be fate.

A and B are in an arranged marriage. They are determined to believe they will hate each other. But when they meet for the first time, the connection is obvious.

Person A is in love with Person B. B is also in love with A. But somehow, they are both convinced that the other is in love with Person C, who is completely oblivious to all of it.

People keep assuming you are a couple, this causes one of you to finally confess their feelings.

Falling asleep with your head in their lap.

Person A hears someone in their house, so they walk around with a "weapon". They round the corner and almost hurt Person B.

Person A is hiding an injury, no one finds out until they collapse.

Turning around, and suddenly being met with a kiss.

A trying to teach B how to ice skate.

Person A and B (strangers) keep running into each other in wildly different places, with growing lengths of time between them (1 day, a week, a month, etc.). Eventually Person B decides if it happens for a fifth time, they must be soulmates.

Finding anonymous love letters left for you. (optional addition: you accidentally catch them leaving one, and you're surprised to see it's your crush)

A is alone and hurt badly, they can talk to B through an earpiece/phone. Eventually A stops talking and B thinks they lost them. But they find them alive.

A finding a detailed portrait of them, painted by B.

Waking up to find a cute drawing on your hand in pen, and no idea who drew it.

Meet up for a blind date, and getting along really well. Only to realize half way through you met up with the wrong person on accident.

Much Ado About Nothing Trick - Your friends make you think 'X' is in love with you. 'X' friends do the same. Making both of you realize you actually do have feelings for one another.

A and B fall in love . A leaves to protect B; B looks for A but can't find them. They eventually reunite.

[donnetellotheturtle]

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Raph sat on the rooftop, looking at the stars. Though he would never tell that this was his usual spot when he wanted a moment to himself, he was at least happy that tomorrow night he could share it with his brothers.

Mikey came up and sat next to him. “heya.”

“How did you-“

“I couldn’t sleep, watched you sneak off…got curious.” Mikey said. Raph looked at him. “What if we’re not ready?”

Raph laid up. “Mikey, come to the edge with me.”

Mikey nodded and followed Raph to the edge of the roof where they could look down on the city.

“Woah…”

“Its beautiful isn’t it?”

“Its so bright. There’s so many people.” Mikey grinned.

“This is our home, Mikey. And we can defend it. Keep our people safe.”

Mikey looked at Raph. “Do you think there’s others like us?”

Raph nodded. “I know it little brother.” He looked up the sky which was slowly turning orange as the run rose. “come on, we have a big night tonight. Let’s get some rest.”

Usagi sat as the main person in the room. It was quiet as his teachers all discussed in whispers. Then they spoke.

“Usagi Miyamoto, you have reached your sixteenth year and so are eligible to become a full fledged member of the foot clan under the leadership of our lord shredder. To do this task, just as being a member, you must be willing to do whatever is necessary without question or concern.” One of his sensei’s said. “Will you take the oath to always serve and obey lord shredder?”

“I will.”

“Are you willing to do whatever is necessary to finish your mission?”

“I am.”

“Then stand and bow.”

Usagi did so.

They anointed him upon his forehead with black ink in the Japanese word for foot clan. Usagi smiled a bit, let the ink set in for a moment, then put on his mask over his ears and face.

Shredder stepped forward. “your first mission.” He pulled a file and handed it to Usagi.

Usagi opened it. Inside there were pictures of 4 different colored turtles and a rat man. He looked back up at Shredder.

“You will kill each of these…creatures before they become a threat. Your mission is to find exactly where they’ve been hiding and take them out.”

Usagi nodded. “I wont let you down.”

“Your mission begins now.”

Usagi nodded and left.

Shredder smiled as soon as he was sure Usagi was out of earshot. “if he completes this, then he will never be like his father…speaking of….” Shredder turned and walked off.

Usagi cheered. His first night in the city. He jumped from rooftop to rooftop, grinning, though it couldn’t be seen under his mask. He landed on a rooftop, grinning widely. Then he heard a sound. It sounded like, someone begging. Despite his teachings, he moved over to the edge of the building, where he saw a gigantic rhino mutant, or at least he thought he was a mutant, threatening a skinny man.

“Look I uh, you don’t want to bring me in. I’m a good guy and I have a family you know?”

The rhino huffed. Usagi frowned lightly, thinking about his situation. He had a mission to do, and his sensei’s taught him that pity would get him killed but…

He gripped the side of the building. He was going to regret this.

He hopped down silently in the shadows. Neither seemed to see him.

“Youre coming with me. With or without your mouth.”

That was it. Usuagi lept into action, kicking the rhino in the back as hard as he could. The rhino didn’t seem too affected though. He turned around and glared. Usagi laughed nervously. The guy snuck away and the rhino turned just a moment too late to catch him.

Usagi moved to get away but was grabbed by the foot.

“You! You just took away my bounty!”

Usagi groaned. “You were gonna hurt that guy!”

“Do you know anything?” The rhino dropped usagi on the floor. “you just lost me a whole day of work! You’re going to pay.”

Usagi moved from his butt quickly to his feet. The rhino backed him agaisnt the wall, about to punch him.

“Wait wait wait! I can help! I-“ he was suddenly hit with a splitting headache. The rhino’s face immediately changed as Usagi groaned and held his head, falling down to his knees. He saw visions of himself and a very similar rhino sharing sake and swapping stories. Though on the outside gruff and rude, the inside they were happy to have each other’s company. Both were ronin, two very different types, maybe, but could take solace in knowing the other was not alone in the world.

Usagi breathed heavily as the vision came to a stop. He opened his eyes and suddenly realized he was laying down on a bed. His mask was off, and he was wearing different clothes. His head pounded. Where was he? How long had it been? It felt like a lifetime he had lived in that vision. He slowly laid up.

The door began to open at that moment. He moved as far away as he could and looked for something to defend himself with. He couldn’t be left vulnerable. He found a piece of bamboo that was clearly decoration but would work well as a temporary weapon.

The rhino stepped in. “hey rabbit I-“

He was interrupted by usagi running and attacking him. The rhino quickly blocked and tried to grab usagi. It wouldn’t be that easy. Usagi moved past him and ran down the hall only to knock directly into a lion. His head pounded more as another vision was about to start before the lion put his hands on Usagi’s shoulders and mumbled something in Japanese that was too soft for him to understand. The vision stopped as quickly as it began. Usagi looked at him confused before trying to turn around and run again, only to be blocked by the rhino.

“calm down. We’re not going to hurt you.” The rhino said, in a much gentler voice than he used earlier. Usagi looked between the two.

“Who are you? Where am I? I-how did you stop the vision?”

“they’ve been plaguing you for months, haven’t they? Along either a visit from an old friend?”

Usagi froze. “how did you…”

The rhino sighed softly. “Usagi, it’s me. Its Gen.”

The name was so familiar. He looked at him confused. “how did…”

The lion spoke softly. “child, please allow us to explain everything.”

“this is a trick.” Usagi said.

“We could have just killed you.” Gen said, crossing his arms. The lion glared at him. “But we didn’t!”

“You were going to cave my skull in.” Usagi said.

Gen sighed. “that was before I knew who you were.”

Usagi looked at the two. It seemed as if he didn’t have a choice but to obey the both of them. “…Fine. I just want to be freed after.”

“If that is your choice.” The lion said. “now come. There is much to discuss.”

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( sent ): i’n drunk, only god knniws wjere i aum, i htink im either e;thinkgin toi hard or ium having a heat struhjoke andn i known i fucked up

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( sent ): i wa sholding ur habd, u were hilding uo an ice oakc ti me

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( sent ): but that’s not reh inly time i fucked up

( sent ): i fucjmed up when j djdn’t kiss you at the mall

( sent ): wheb you grabbed my chin and yurned my head when j was lookjgn at us ib the mirror

( sent ): i shoudka kissed you an dtokd you nkt to go to the psrty with dom

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( sent ): at ass o’clock in the mkrnjng - waking up early eveb though i’m nkt a morning person bc i didn’t wan tt o miss out on breakfast wirh you

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( sent ): but we bith didn’t expect that i’d be the one to ruin you, huh?

( sent ): i’ve been wanting to kiss you since that very first night.

( sent ): i think about kissing you all the time.

( sent ): would you have let me kiss you? did you want me to kiss you all those times?

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( sent ): i’m looking up at the stars and telling them all about my favorite person

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( sent ): and how much better you deserve that a dude who can’t even recognize his nown feldkngs of jealousy and resorts to ebeing a dickhead

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Chapter one- A call of duty

Iris POV

My name is Iris Doukas, the niece of Hatzis Doukas, the fierce and feared leader of the white fang pack.

My uncle was a cold man who cared only about battles and nothing else. Other than the prostitute he slept with, he didn't have a mate and refused to have an heir.

My childhood was beautiful and also filled with gruesome scenes because uncle Hatzis was ruthless to anyone that's not me since I was his little brother's only child and his last surviving blood relative since my parents died.

Our pack and territories had flourished and expanded over the years because of the several victories he won in the wars with other packs and the slaves he had captive.

Although our lands and people are enjoying peace. But the threat of war is very real and that's why one of uncle Hatzis's priceless hostages was Alpha Thor, the leader of the Storm Riders Pack.

My uncle kept Alpha Thor tightly in his grip because although his pack lost the war and its members were now rogues, they didn't lose their willpower to fight.

The only thing that stopped the Storm Riders pack from attacking us was the captivity of their leader who had their fear and respect.

It's said that after Thor got captured by my uncle, not even his beta will step up and take his place as the next alpha because of the terror he felt for Thor, and the loyalty the pack members have for him

Sadly, my uncle passed away a month ago to the cold hands of death, and I as his niece is forced to pick up from where he left off.

My body feels glued to the bed just by thinking about it, and I wish that such a heavy obligation wasn't placed on my shoulder at the age of eighteen.

It wasn't strange to me after he passed for the park members to get down on their knees and pledge their allegiance to me because uncle Hatzis made them do a blood oath and swear upon their lives that I would take over after he die.

For the past one month, I have been trapped with the burden of making decisions for the pack, worrying about finding a mate to rule beside me, and pleasing the elder who are a bunch of old dudes that are annoying as fuck.

When the echoes of footsteps in the hallway grew louder and closer to my room, I raised my eyelids and stared at the masterpiece on my ceiling.

"Why is it so bright?" I mumbled without blinking, trying to pull myself together.

Finally, when reality settled in, I hastily sat up and gazed around the room before burying my face in my palm and sighing deeply.

It was morning already, and that means I did it again and stayed up all night thinking things over in my head to the point that I forgot to sleep.

All this leadership stuff was so tiresome, and yet, I couldn't stop thinking about matters about the pack because my uncle had made quite a lot of enemies, one being the Storm Riders Pack.

A gentle and sweet voice suddenly echoed into my ears after my room door opened, "My Luna, you are awake?"

Swaying my gaze to the right, my sight rested on my maid, Rona. From since I can remember, she has been by my side and so gentle to me.

With a soft smile on her lips, she brought a tray towards me and set it on the bed.

"Please eat, and afterward, I will help you get dressed, my Luna," Rona mumbled, taking two steps back.

Every time she refers to me as her Luna, I feel the weight upon my shoulder getting heavier, and yet, it was my burden to carry.

Drained and frustrated, I looked down at the tray of food, reached my hand into the bowl of grapes, and took a bite into it.

"Have the elders arrived at the mansion yet?" I asked, reaching for another grape.

"No, my Luna," Rona said with a look of hesitation in her eyes. "Do you want me to send out words for them to gather in the great hall?"

Another meeting with those suffocating dictators will drive me mad. How was I supposed to run a pack that is used to iron hand leadership when all my uncle did was pamper me with love and treated me like a princess!

Unexpectedly, Rona rushed to my side, squatted with a napkin in her hand, and whispered, "My Luna, you are crying… I know it's only been a month since our former leader passed away, but you need to pay attention to your health and not grieve for too long."

I love my uncle, but right now, I am not crying because of him but because the future seems worrisome. Uncle Hatzis was obeyed by everyone.

But I'm not him, and I feel like I'm just a wolf that got ascended to the title of a pack leader to get used as a puppet by the elders because they know the respect the pack members had for my uncle is now passed onto me.

However, since fate has given me such a burden, I should accept it, even though I'm nothing compared to my uncle or father.

"What's my schedule for today?" I asked, looking into Rona's eyes.

Immediately, she looked a bit uncomfortable and glanced at the floor as she mumbled, "The elders want you to meet slave number one."

"Oh, they want me to visit the cell," I whispered, feeling a bit calm.

Then my eyes widened when I realized who slave number one was. Instantly, I started to freak out because that number belonged to Thor, the alpha of the Storm Riders Pack.

They wanted me to visit him. No way! Rumor has it that he has no soul, and his eyes are cold and dark.

His story is nothing different from the one my uncle shares, maybe it's even bloodier than that of uncle Hatzis, and I don't know how he managed to capture Thor, but I rather not face him or look into his cold eyes.