#like i never knew how badly it was affecting me until i woke up one day and was like. wait why am i hating myself for liking men ???!?!??

[rorsry]

sometimes i still think about (when i id'd as a gay man and) how bad my internalized homophobia was. i didn't even realize until i forced myself to work on it. i used to feel disgusting for calling guys hot bevause it felt. Bad. like i wasn't allowed to think men were sexually attractive to me least i be a sex hungry monster. that shits crazy

[multific]

Injury

Astarion x Reader

Summary: Astarion has a strong affection towards you, so when you get badly hurt during a mission, he is mad.

You woke to his yelling.

He was angry, perhaps beyond angry.

You heard him yelling and even stomping his feet. The others were dead silent. You assumed no one dared to speak up to the very annoyed vampire.

You were hurt, you went out with the team, assuring your Lover that you would be okay, but due to some unforeseen circumstances, you were hurt rather badly.

He was on his way back to your camp when he smelled the blood. Too much blood for his liking.

And he knew that sweet tint, a signature if you will, to confirm that indeed, the blood was yours.

And he saw red.

He stormed in and demanded an explanation.

You were badly cut during a surprise attack from a goblin. A cut deep and painful.

They tried to heal you with any potion, or magic they had but all failed. It was believed the sword which cut you was of a special material.

So, you were bound to bed.

And not long after you fell asleep, you heard the yells of your Love. He was angry and rightfully so.

You wanted to call out to him, tell him to come to you and hug you, help you sleep, but you couldn't, you were too weak.

Soon, you heard the entrance of the tent being moved and a warm presence filled your room.

You felt already a lot better.

And when your eyes met Astarion's beautiful ones, you moved your hand for him to hold. He sat down next to you on the floor and held your hand gently.

"My Darling, I am so sorry. How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts." you replied weakly.

"I smelled the blood... I was so scared, Love."

"I'm so sorry for making you worry." 

"Then never leave my side ever again." you wanted to laugh but your side hurt too bad, so you only smiled.

"It will leave a scar." you let out a sigh.

"A scar is the last thing I worry about. Your well-being is much more important." he leaned over and placed a kiss on your forehead. "I'll let you sleep now."

"Don't leave." you said as you grabbed his sleeve. 

"I'm not going to. I'll stay here with you, I just think you should sleep." you watched as he got into more comfortable clothing, which for him means only a pair of pants and he soon laid down beside you.

You slowly moved closer to him as your back met with his front and his arms moved to hold you even closer.

"I promise, I will never go out without you. It was stupid and I nearly died. I don't want to die." you felt his hand shake a little upon your confession.

"I don't want you to die either, My Sweet." there was a moment of silence, during which you felt as if he wanted to say something more. "I told you I would be able to turn you."

"I don't have enough blood in me to have this conversation, Astarion. And we talked about this before."

"I know. I'm just scared to lose you."

"I'm too stubborn to die, you know that." you felt him smile into your neck.

"Sleep now." he said and you had no objections.

Maybe one day, you will become a vampire. Maybe one day, you can make the promise of forever to each other and truly mean forever.

But you weren't ready just yet.

And until the day comes, you are going to enjoy every second with him. Because even if you are injured due to your own fault, he still held onto you so sweetly, he still kissed your hair with such admiration and love.

You were going to enjoy every second for now, before your forever with him starts.

Taglist: @fleursirvart @greenarrowhead @thisismysecrethappyplace @sincerelyfan @theoneanna @aestheticsandmarvel @rororo06 @castellandiangelo @destynelseclipsa @spilledinkindumpster @capsiclesdoll @puknow @alwayshave-faith @alex12948 @lxdyred  @imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl @anonymoussherlockandmarvelgeek @praline357 @trshngyn @avengers-r-us @violet-19999 @top1bbgloak   @manduse   @jacalineiscomingforyou @mandoloriancookie @noname2246

In case you want to help out a dreamer: patreon.com/multific  

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

DO NOT STEAL, REPOST OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORKS

[7seas-of-ryy]

I Need You | Part 2

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Author’s Note: I wanted to give more background before I get to the main storyline so that's what this part is all about! Thank you to everyone who took time to read Part 1, it means more than you know <3

Summary: You spend a lovely day in the city and reflect on your life so far.

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Warnings: Blood, mentions of kidnapping and torture, death, let me know if I need to add any others :)

You started off your day at a coffee shop and bakery. You took your time eating a small pastry just enjoying yourself. You already felt better compared to the terror you felt this morning. As you sat at the little table outside of the cafe, you couldn't help but people watch. You had been with the IC since before under the mountain, you witnessed so many vile acts that you liked to embrace moments like these.

So, you watched the table next to you which had a woman who appeared to be writing a book. A smile filling her face as it seemed she found the perfect word to use. Next, you spot a couple walking past the cafe with their child. All three giggling at something, hope of a bright future in their eyes. Then you see a couple at another table, gazing into each other's eyes so full of love.

You wanted that so badly, that love. But if giving up that longing part of yourself meant keeping everyone around you happy, you'd do it. Everyone always assumed you and the spymaster would end up together. You spent every available moment each of you had together. But you knew he was in love with Mor. Then Elain showed up and you witnessed them grow closer.

Azriel was never cold towards you as his affections for her grew, he just didn't see you as often. And after everything they had been through, they deserved that love. You'd accept any bit of his friendship he'd give you, like meeting at the new bakery later.

For now, you needed to stop thinking about that and just enjoy your day. It had been a while since you had a break and you knew you needed it. You were an important asset to the group which meant you were always busy with work.

Growing up, your dad loved to travel, to see different cultures. Since the day you were born, you went with him and your mom. He would travel from court to court no matter how dangerous. He even took you to the human lands, where you found a love for the mortals. Traveling all over and seeing all the different ways of life taught you so much, you became an expert on every court.

In your free time you would study the history of each court, you were highly intelligent and wanted to learn. You loved every minute of it, until a visit to the autumn court. You tried to stay hidden at the more dangerous courts, blend in to learn about them. You would set up camp far away in the woods if you had to.

One morning, you woke covered in blood. At first you believed it was yours and something had attacked you. Only for you to realize your father was laying dead in his bed and your mother was missing. There wasn't even a scratch on you. You immediately ran to see if you could find your mother but there was no trace of her.

You took off running, you didn't even have shoes on. You weren't sure how long you were running for, you didn't know where you were running to. As you were running, you saw shadows appear in front of you, then their owner. Azriel had saved you that day and brought you back to the Night Court.

Rhysand immediately offered you sanctuary and a job. You helped them with research, translations, and your knowledge of the other courts. You were never trained in the physical sense growing up, but Cassian, Azriel, Mor, and Rhysand all took you to train in your spare time.

Azriel always seemed to keep you company as you worked. That was how your friendship truly started. He was always so kind to you and his shadows loved you, wrapping themselves around you any chance they could. He started calling you sunshine one night, stating that no matter how dark he felt he knew he could always come to you for some light. That nickname stuck and everyone in the IC started calling you Sunshine. After everything that had happened to you, you were so happy to have another family.

Eventually under the mountain happened, then the war, and then you witnessed Az give Elain a beautiful necklace. Once it all settled, you knew you should just be grateful to have survived. Be grateful you have a whole day to do things you loved.

After the cafe you went to a few shops. You bought a few toys for Nyx, some jewelry for Amren, and a beautiful sketch book for Feyre. After all that shopping, you were tired and hungry. You grabbed a snack and your book you packed and head over to a big tree. You sat at the bottom of it, enjoying the shade and your book. You didn't know how long you were reading for but it seemed like the day was going by fast.

You decided to head over to the art shops just to view the beautiful pieces that were created. There were so many talented people, the paintings always left you in awe. You ended up buying a painting for your room. You were too excited to get home and put it up. After paying and talking with the artist for a while, you noticed it was almost time to meet Az.

You gathered up all of your stuff and made your way to the bakery. Az wasn't there yet so you chose to wait outside for him. Hopefully he would help you carry some of the bags. You laughed softy thinking you may have gone overboard on the shopping.

You waited and waited and still there was no sign of Azriel. You thought that it was odd seeing as he was always on time. You were starting to get a little concerned when you heard some shuffling coming from the alley on the side of the bakery.

Relief washed over you and you realized he didn't stand you up.

"Oh good, Az, I was beginning to think you forgot about me. Here, can you help me with these bags?" you spoke looking down at your shopping haul and holding them out to him.

There was no response but maybe he didn't hear you.

"Az? Are you there?" You spoke a little louder.

Suddenly a giant man with bright red hair and a sly grin walked out from the alley, no not one. Ten. Ten men walked out and as I looked around to leave I realized there was no one else out here to help me.

Then the leader of them spoke. "You know, I like kidnapping and torturing my targets, but... I love it when they're pretty little things like you."

Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist :)

@darkbloodsly @xtreme-shipper @rcarbo1

[astraystayyh]

I was hoping if maybe you could write a one shot with chris coming home from work to his girl sick on the couch 👉👈

P.s im not feeling well and fluff oneshots always make me feel better

Enough

pairing: Bang Chan x fem!reader

genre: fluff (a sprinkle of angst?) [mention of period and cramps]

You didn't move all day from your spot on the couch. Not because you didn't want to, but because you physically couldn't; you were sick and your entire body ached. It was a miracle you managed to take some medicine right when you woke up.

The hours waiting for Chan to come back home felt like an eternity to you, and when you finally heard the front door open, tears of relief prickled at the corner of your eyes. You needed him, badly.

"Chan..." you call out weakly as soon as your eyes land on him. He's quick to your side, kneeling before your body and grabbing your hand in his, "Sweetheart, hey, hey. What's wrong?"

"It hurts," you slur out and he frowns, his eyes frantically racking through your body for a sign of any apparent injury. "What hurts, baby? Talk to me."

"My throat hurts, I can't swallow anything, my limbs hurt too I feel like someone beat me up. My period will start soon but I already have cramps and I feel sweaty and disgusting," you complain, teary eyes looking into his compassionate ones.

"Why didn't you call me, sweetheart?"

"You were busy, I didn't want to disturb you," you explain and he gently grazes your cheek with the back of his hand, "I'm never too busy for you, yn."

Your eyes flutter closed at the contact, the feel of his cold hand against your scorching skin offering you great solace.

"Did you eat, hum? Take any medicine?"

"Took some in the morning, couldn't move all day." Chan bites the inside of his cheek to stop his 'you need to take care of yourself better' rant from coming out. He knew that the last thing you needed right now was for someone to scold you.

"So, here's what we will do," he starts off as he picks you up bridal style and heads towards the bathroom. You loosely loop your hands around his neck, trusting that he will never let you fall.

"You will take a nice warm bath, while I make you a very delicious soup," he gently places you on the toilet lid and starts filling up the bath with water, "and then, we will cuddle until my girl feels better. How does that sound?"

"Perfect"," you smile, looking up at him as if he was an angel sent from heaven. And in a way, he was, your personal angel.

"Need me to help you undress?" he asks softly.

"Please," you whisper and he nods, peeling your clothes off one by one until you are bare in front of him. He helps you into the bath and you place a gentle kiss on his palm- your silent thank you.

Twenty minutes later, you are dressed and feeling slightly better. You head into the kitchen to find Chan stirring soup on the stove. You wrap your arms around his waist, leaning your cheek against his back.

"Feeling better, baby?" he questions and you hum in reply. "Here," he turns around handing you a steaming cup, "warm milk with honey and lemon, for your throat."

"Thank you… For the drink and for taking care of me."

"That's what I'm here for," he grins, bopping your nose with his finger. “Now go wait for me in the living room, I'll be there shortly."

True to his words, Chan joins you on the couch a few minutes later. He feeds you the soup carefully, blowing on it so it wouldn't burn your tongue. You feel yourself grow warm, partially because of the hearty stew, but mostly because of his affection for you.

As soon as you finish eating, Chan gently guides your head onto his lap and begins playing with your hair- just how you like it.

"You did well today, my yn," he speaks softly and you giggle, "What did I do well? Breathe?"

"Yes. You exist and that is enough for me to be proud of you."

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Our 141 boys, Konig and Los Vaqueros with a so who likes to mercilessly tease them all the time. She's a minx, proud of it and she loves seeing her man loose his stoicism whenever she's up to her shenanigans. Thanksies 😁

Say yes to me

Task force 141 (+ König & Los Vaqueros) x Reader

YES. I‘VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR A WHILE NOW AND LET ME TELL YOU… I HAVEN’T BEEN THE SAME EVER SINCE. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING ME THIS😭😭🫶🏽

KÖNIG

König exuded an aura of power and authority. His every move was calculated and precise, leaving no room for any mistakes. However, there was something about you that sparked a mischievous fire within. You couldn't help but take pleasure in teasing him and pushing his boundaries if only for a moment. Because today you woke up and chose violance.

"Ah, König," you purred, sidling up to him, your voice dripping with seduction. "You know, I can't resist the urge to play with fire. And you, my dear, are the most sexiest flame I‘ve ever laid my eyes on."

His gaze flickered towards you, a mixture of annoyance and curiosity dancing in his eyes. You could see the battle within him, torn between maintaining his composure and succumbing to the allure of your teasing. Oh how you loved to test his limits. Especially because you know how easily he gets shy.

You leaned in closer, your breath ghosting over his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "Tell me, darling, does it make you feel alive when I unravel your control? When I peel away those layers of proud until there's nothing left but desire?"

A barely perceptible shudder coursed through his body, his defenses weakening under your seducing influence. You reveled in the power you held over him, relishing every moment of his unraveling.

"Damn you, liebling" he growled, his voice laced with equal parts frustration and desire. "You take pleasure in torturing me, don't you?"

A wicked smile graced your lips as you pressed yourself against him, feeling the heat emanating from his body. "Oh baby, torturing you is a pastime I indulge in with great delight. After all, it's when you lose control that I find you truly exciting."

Your words hung in the air, charged with an electric tension. You watched as he struggled to maintain his composure, his hands twitching by his sides, desperate to touch you but resisting the urge. The battle between his desire and self-restraint played out before you. You can see him struggling.

But you were not one to let the game end so quickly. With a grin, you trailed a finger along his covered jawline, relishing the way his breath hitched at your touch. "Tell me, my love, how badly do you want me? How far are you willing to go to sate this burning hunger that consumes us both?"

König's resolve finally crumbled, his ironclad control slipping away. With a fierce determination he pulled you into his embrace, his lips claiming yours with a passion that ignited the very core of your being. In that moment you felt like nothing mattered anymore.

As the world around you faded into insignificance, consumed by the fire of your desires, you reveled in the knowledge that you, and only you, had the power to unravel the unshakable König.

No mission or obstacle could ever compare to the intoxicating game of desire you played with König. Two souls forever entwined in a dance of passion, power and a never ending affection.

Simon Riley

From the moment you laid eyes on Simon, you knew he was a man who craved control, both on and off the battlefield. His perfectly tailored suit, darkened mask, and piercing eyes exuded an air of mystery and command. But oh, how you loved to unravel him just to see that stoicism falter and his walls crumble under your relentless teasing.

You reveled in the power you held over him. Whenever you were near, mischief danced in your eyes, and a playful smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

As the two of you found yourselves alone in the dimly lit safehouse, you couldn't resist the opportunity to test the limits of his control. You sauntered over, your steps deliberately slow and seductive, making sure every movement drew his attention. Your fingertips brushed against his arm, a light touch that sent a jolt of electricity through both of you.

"Hey there, handsome," you purred, your voice laced with a teasing tone. "Have I ever told you how much I enjoy seeing you hold things so tightly? Reminds me of some things…"

Simon's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as he fought to maintain his composure. "You know what you’re doing to me, don't you?" he growled, his voice heavy with desire and frustration. "You're a temptress, a very needy woman and you take delight in making me lose control."

You feigned innocence, tilting your head to the side and batting your eyelashes innocently. "Me? A temptress and needy? Well, I suppose I can't help it if I bring out the best in you, darling."

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he leaned in, his voice a barley a whisper. "Oh, you have no idea what you do to me. The way you tease, the way you challenge me…it's exhilarating and infuriating all at once. Luckily we can go home sooner than planned. Because I am almost done here."

A mischievous glint danced in your eyes as you closed the remaining distance between you, your lips barely brushing against his ear as you whispered, "But that's the best part, my dear. Watching you, get nervous whenever I touch you in a different way. It's intoxicating."

Simon's grip tightened on your waist, his eyes darkening with raw desire. His voice was a low growl as he admitted defeat, surrendering to the power you held over him. "You win, you always do. But know this, my love, I wouldn't have it any other way. Now focus because I wanna ride home as soon as I can."

A triumphant smile curved your lips as you pressed a soft kiss against his jawline. "Oh Simon, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into. But don't worry, I promise it'll be the most thrilling ride of your life."

“Fuck, love. Stop saying stuff like that because I am really holding back from bending you over this table right now” he growls and smile at him innocently. You slowly let your hand walk down his pants and let it sit there for a few seconds.

“Very professional.” you whisper and walk away from him, leaving him unfocused and hard.

John MacTavish

As John settled onto the bed, you couldn't help but smirk mischievously, knowing exactly how to push his buttons. The dimly lit room created an intimate ambiance, heightening the allure of your playful banter. John's strong, impassive had always intrigued you but it was your knack for merciless teasing that brought out the vulnerability in him, a side reserved only for you.

Sitting beside him, you leaned back, your fingertips tracing invisible patterns on the sheets. You directed your gaze at John, your eyes brimming with something evil. With a knowing grin, you tilted your head slightly, your voice filled with tantalizing allure.

"So, how's that heart of steel holding up today? I must say, it's quite entertaining to watch you get nervous around me."

John's brows furrowed ever so slightly, his piercing gaze meeting yours. The corners of his lips twitched, betraying the hint of a smile. He couldn't resist your playful taunts and you reveled in the power it gave you over him.

"You," he replied, his voice deep and gravelly, "Are a dangerous creature that takes pleasure in seeing me lose all my senses."

You chuckled softly, a seductive melody that danced through the air. Closing the distance between you, your thigh brushed against his, sending a jolt of electricity through both of you. The heat between you grew palpable, crackling with an undeniable tension.

With a flick of your hair and a sultry gaze, you leaned closer, your lips grazing his earlobe. "But admit it baby, you love every moment of it. You secretly crave the way I toy with your emotions, unraveling the seemingly impenetrable fortress around your heart."

John's breath hitched, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he swallowed hard. You could see the fire in his eyes, a reflection of the desire that burned within him. But he remained resolute, determined to maintain his composure, even as you tested the limits of his selfcontrol.

Your fingertips danced along his jawline, tracing the rough contours with gentle strokes. "You know," you whispered, your voice laced with velvet, "there's something undeniably exhilarating about watching the mighty John MacTavish succumb to my wiles."

A low rumble resonated from deep within John's chest, a mixture of frustration and longing. His hand trembled slightly as he reached out to grasp throat, making sure to show you what you’re doing to him. His touch was warm and soft, not meaning to hurt you in a harmful way.

"Believe me, I wouldn't have it any other way," John confessed, his voice husky with desire. "For you, I would willingly relinquish all control, just to witness that spark ignite in your eyes."

You grinned, your eyes shimmering with satisfaction. The world faded away, leaving only the two of you entangled in an emotional state of desire, lust and affection.

John Price

John leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the computer screen as he scanned through mission reports. The silence was broken only by the tapping of the keyboard.

Across the room, you lounged in your own chair. You loved teasing John, pushing his boundaries and seeing him break his manners.

With a smile, you leaned forward, resting your chin on your palm and watched as he furrowed his brow, clearly engrossed in his work. You couldn't resist the urge to provoke him. Clearing your throat, you let out a low and seductive voice.

"You" your voice dripping with playful mischief, "seem awfully serious today, John. Maybe you need a little distraction?"

John's eyes flicked up from the screen, meeting your gaze. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but he maintained his composure. "I'm in the middle of something important, love. Maybe later."

You let out a soft chuckle, knowing exactly how to push his buttons. Leaning back in your chair, you crossed your legs, deliberately drawing his attention to your playful display. You reveled in the power you had over him, the way he couldn't help but steal glances in your direction.

"Oh, I see," you responded while biting your lower lip. Your voice laced with disappointment. "Too busy saving the world to enjoy a little company, huh? Well, maybe I'll just have to entertain myself then."

As you spoke, you began to slowly run a finger along the edge of your exposed thigh, deliberately tracing the path along your skin. You watched as John's jaw tightened ever so slightly, a subtle sign that your little game was starting to have an effect.

Unable to resist, he finally tore his gaze away from the computer screen, his eyes fixated on your movements. The air in the room seemed to crackle with tension as you locked eyes, both of you acutely aware of the electricity between you.

"You're playing with fire, love," John warned, his voice husky with a mixture of desire and restraint. "You know what happens when you tease me like this."

Your lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Oh, I know exactly what happens." your voice dropping to a low whisper. "But I also know how much you love it when I push your buttons."

With that, you slowly rose from your chair, the silence in the room now heavy with anticipation. John's eyes followed your every movement, a mixture of desire and frustration evident in his gaze. The tension between you was unbelievable as you slowly made your way towards him, your fingers gently tracing a path along his jawline.

"And what happens," you whispered, your voice barely audible "when you say yes to me?"

John lets a low growl escaping his lips as he pulled you closer, his hands gripping your waist. "You’re gonna find out now"

The work didn’t matter anymore because in that moment he slowly bends you over his table and he gets on both of his knees while his face is dangerously close to your heating clit.

Kyle Garrick

"You," you began your sentence "have the most adorable scowl when you're deep in thought, Kyle."

He glanced at you, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You find my scowls adorable now? I thought you were here to tease me mercilessly."

A playful grin spread across your face as you leaned closer, tracing a finger along the edge of his jawline. "Oh I am. But teasing you is so much more fun when I get to see you loose yourself. Even if it's just for a moment."

He let out a soft chuckle, his eyes glimmering with a mixture of amusement and affection. "I should have known I couldn't hide anything from you."

You shrugged, your fingers now trailing lazily down his neck. "It's not my fault you wear your emotions on your sleeve when I'm around. Besides, it's one of the things I love about you."

Kyle's expression softened, his hand reaching out to gently grasp yours. "And I love that cute sparkle in your eyes and the way you challenge me. Always keeping me on my toes."

A devilish smirk played on your lips as you tilted your head, your voice dripping with playful taunting. "Well, I can't help it if I enjoy watching you go weak, my dear. Especially when you’re under me…"

He leaned in closer, his voice barely a whisper. "Is that so? Well, let's see how you handle it when the tables are turned."

Before you could react, Kyle swiftly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. You gasped in surprise, feeling a rush of heat spreading through your body as his lips found the sensitive spot on your neck.

Your breath hitched, and you fought to maintain your composure. "Touché, Kyle," you managed to utter, your voice laced with a mix of desire and determination. "But don't think this means I'm going to surrender so easily."

He chuckled against your skin, his hands sliding up your sides in a tantalizingly slow manner. "Yeah let’s see, my lady."

Alejandro

The sun shone brightly on the expansive garden as you lounged by the pool, basking in the warm embrace of a lazy summer afternoon. Alejandro, your way too hot boyfriend, joined you, his chiseled form gliding through the water. As he emerged, droplets cascading off his toned body, you couldn't resist but to unleash your nature upon him.

With a playful smirk on your lips, you eyed Alejandro intently. Your gaze lingered on the way his wet hair clung to his forehead, accentuating the sharp angles of his face. Your heart fluttered at the sight, fueling your determination to tease him relentlessly.

"Alejandro, Alejandro. If only you knew what you got yourself into"

His brows furrowed, but in a good way. He knew all too well what you were telling him with that devilish persona. It was your desire speaking and he knew it.

As you rose from your seat, the pool's edge became your stage. Your every movement exuded confidence and allure as you swayed your hips, the delicate fabric of your bikini accentuating your curves. Alejandro's gaze followed your every motion, a mixture of love, lust and fascination in his eyes.

"The woman you are, mi amora," he said, a trace of admiration lacing his words. "Si supieras lo que me gustaría hacerte, mi amora."

You chuckled softly, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Oh, Alejandro… I think you forgot that I don’t understand spanish. But I love you talking to me in spanish."

Alejandro's attention was fixated on you, his gaze tracing the lines of your body. Slowly, you descended into the water, allowing the cool embrace to envelop you. The playful splashes that followed were deliberate, intended to draw Alejandro closer.

As he approached, you moved with the grace of a siren, closing the distance between you. Water droplets clung to your skin, glistening like tiny diamonds and you reveled in the effect it had on him. Alejandro's touch was firm yet gentle as he pulled you close, the warmth of his body electrifying against your own.

"I didn’t even start and you’re already weak" you whispered, your lips grazing his earlobe. The tingling sensation it elicited sent shivers down his spine.

"Es tu apariencia. Cariño, ¿cómo se supone que no voy a estar nervioso cuando me miras así?" he whispers something in spanish which you will never understand. But your smirk grew wide as you let your hands go down into the water…

(MY SPANISH IS DEFINITELY NOT GOOD SO PLEASE DON‘T JUDGE. LOVE YAAA)

Rudy

You lay in bed, the soft sheets enveloping your body as you watch Rudy, lying beside you. A playful grin dances across your lips as you plan your next move. You love teasing him, seeing his composure crumble under your charm.

"You are far too serious for your own good." Your fingers trace delicate patterns on his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch. The rise and fall of his breath betrays his calm exterior, and you revel in the knowledge that you have the power to rattle him.

Rudy's eyebrows furrow slightly, his eyes fixed on your face as he tries to maintain his unflappable facade. But you know him better than that. You know the effect you have on him. Your playful antics never fail to get a reaction.

Leaning closer, your lips brush against his ear, your breath warm and tantalizing. "Tell me, Rudy…" you whisper, the timbre of your voice causing a shiver to run down his spine, "how long do you think you can keep up this tough guy act?"

His jaw tightens, his control waning as your words weave their way through his defenses. You relish in the power dynamics between you, loving the way he fights to keep his emotions in check, even as desire flickers in his eyes.

Your fingertips trail down his chest, tracing the lines of his defined muscles. You feel his body react, betraying the effect your teasing has on him. But you're not finished. Yet.

With a smirk, you lean back, your gaze filled with inappropriate thoughts. "I know how much you love being in control, Rudy." you tease, emphasizing his name to emphasize the intimate connection between you. "But sometimes, losing control can be good, don't you think?"

Rudy's lips part slightly, his breath catching in his throat as your words seep into his core. The cute soldier is at your mercy. The tables have turned, and you revel in the role reversal. The victory is yours.

Your hand glides lower, grazing the waistband of his boxers. "What would you do…" you murmur, your voice husky, "if I were to take control right now, Rudy?" The intensity in your eyes locks with his and for a moment, the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you in this intimate moment.

A spark ignites within him, an unspoken desire mirrored in his gaze. The games you play have awakened a side of him he thought long buried, and now, he craves the wild you.

The battle lines blur as he surrenders to the temptation. A hint of a smile curling on his lips. "You" he murmurs, his voice laced with a mix of defiance and desire. "Have always been my weakness"

[domxmarvel]

Loyalty part 9

Masterlist

Pairing: Zuko X Male!Reader    

Words:693

It had only been a few days since Zuko joined,but his presence was already affecting you badly. Every night you’d have nightmares of him turning against you again. You had barely gotten any sleep for the past week,and everyone was starting to notice. Tonight was no different,you woke up from yet another nightmare. Instead of wasting hours trying to fall back asleep,you decided to take a walk to a nearby river. After staring at the water for a bit and contemplating taking a dip,until you heard someone approach and reach for your sword.

“Y/N” You let go of your sword once you knew who it was,you didn’t even have to turn around you knew that voice.

“What?” You asked,your tone harsh and making it clear how you felt about this.

“I know I’m the last person you wanna see right now,but I’m worried about you”

“Just go back to bed,you don’t have to keep pretending that you care about me. That moment we had on the boat was nothing more than a moment of confusion and weakness. You don’t have to keep up the lie,just like how you lied to me back in Ba sing se about wanting me”

“I did want you,I still do” He grabbed your arm as you walked by

“Stop lying to me!” You pulled your arm away,screaming at him. “I-I thought you loved me,I tricked myself into believing you”

“Y/N I do love you”

“And the worst part is,I really did love you. My love for you was real” 

“Y/N”

“No! Just stay quiet,you don’t get to do that to me. You don’t get to put me through that much pain and come back saying you love me. You’re here just because Aang needs someone to teach him fire bending,so just stop trying to get close to me” You stormed off,not giving him a chance to say anything else.

***

After Azula’s attack forced you to escape the temple and camp out for the night. The worst part wasn’t the attack but that you had to share a tent with Zuko. All you could think about was that night by the river. You were both on opposite sides,as far away as you could,but that also meant you were freezing. 

*Flashback*

“Are you cold?”

“Not all of us are as warm as fire benders” 

“Here” He suddenly grabbed your hands,covering them with his. His hands were so warm,making you wonder how warm his hugs would be. You’d probably never get to experience one. “What’s wrong, are my hands too warm? Your face is bright red”

“No,they’re perfect”

***

You were trying to tough it out but it was getting even colder throughout the night.

“Are you cold?” You felt the tears well up in your eyes,but you knew you couldn't let yourself cry in front of him,especially not when you’re supposed to be angry at him.

“I’m fine”

“Y/N,you’re shivering”

“I said I’m fine” You heard him sigh

“Please let me keep you warm,I promise I won’t try or say anything”

“Don’t talk to me or even look at me” He wrapped his arm around your waist,pulling you closer. Your back was pressed against his chest and you could feel his warm breath making the small hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Your mind started to wander back to the night that started all of this,you made that promise to be by his side and before you could even stop yourself you started crying. 

“Y/N,I know you told me not to say anything,but are you alright?” He wiped your tears away. You didn’t say anything, instead you just turned around,and let him pull you into a hug. “Y/N please,let me make it up to you,let me prove that I really love you” You looked up at him,he moved closer until your lips met. You did miss this but you didn’t know if you were ready to give him another chance.

[lixiespace]

little!minho verse

chapter 2: trying

Chan had expected that Minho may feel embarrassed by the fact that he had shown his vulnerable side last night. However, what he didn’t expect was to be avoided by Minho completely, and not only towards himself, but the other members as well. Despite being a bit hurt by this, Chan at least knew why Minho was behaving this way. His boyfriends on the other hand, had no knowledge of last night’s events and only grew increasingly worried since Minho had seemed visibly stressed and exhausted the past month. Chan didn’t want to overstep and possibly make Minho uncomfortable so he figured he would wait it out until after comeback preparations ended to talk to him.

“Hyung?” Chan snapped out of his thoughts when he realized he had been spaced out, Felix was looking down at him with a concerned glance. “You okay Channie?”

Chan quickly stood up, wiping sweat off his brow and planting a quick kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek before saying, “Yeah! Just resting, the choreo is pretty intense huh?”

Felix blushed at the show of affection before nodding, deciding he wanted a soda from the vending machine around the corner of their dance practice room. After inviting Chan who agreed happily, they went on their way, leaving the rest of their members to finish up their break before continuing to practice.

Meanwhile, Minho had also been alone in his thoughts, overthinking every interaction his little self had with Chan. How could he allow himself to slip in his boyfriend’s presence? Had he already told everyone? Did all his boyfriends hate him? Would he be kicked out? He needed to stop regressing, for good. He needed to avoid them, to not be more of a burden, not wanting to see their disgusted faces. These thoughts had been on a constant loop since he woke up and Minho was set on avoiding his seven boyfriends in any context besides work and only focusing on the comeback.

A few hours later, Minho was attempting to suppress his feelings while also trying to guide the rest of the members through the choreo, but his stress was bringing his patience to an all time low.

“Hyunjin! Can’t you hear me counting? Why can’t you turn on beat?” Minho shouted over the loud music booming from the speaker, locking eyes with the younger.

“I’m sorry hyung.. I was really trying I swear!” Hyunjin’s eyes widened under Minho’s intense gaze, trying his best to convey he was being honest.

Minho scoffed at this, causing Chan to look over at Hyunjin sympathetically, patting his back and only receiving a forced small smile in return. Their youngest boyfriend however, was very protective of Hyunjin and wasn’t having Minho’s attitude.

“Why are you yelling at him like that? You know we’re all tired Minho hyung, this isn’t just about you!” Jeongin was fuming, and everyone could feel the tension in the air due to the volume and tone of his voice.

“Shut up Jeongin. You need the most practice out of all of us.” Minho wasn’t shouting anymore, but his cold way of speaking, while also managing to point out one of Jeongin’s deepest insecurities caused his lip to tremble.

After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, Jeongin’s mouth gaped at Minho’s response, feeling like he had just been slapped and trying to reply. Despite their previous arguments that occurred during practice, Minho had never brought any of the member’s talents or abilities into it. Trying his best to blink away the tears welling up in his eyes, he ran out of the practice room as quickly as possible.

“I’ll follow him.” Hyunjin quickly said, racing after the maknae and nearly slamming the door closed due to the force used.

Minho was looking down at his feet, on the verge of tears himself, knowing he fucked up very badly. His boyfriends were definitely going to leave him now. He couldn’t control himself to the point he had insulted his youngest boyfriend with words he didn’t even mean. He felt ashamed.

“Practice is over, everyone go home besides Minho.” Chan firmly stated before everyone besides the two of them shuffled out of the room as fast as they could.

Before Minho could speak, Chan shook his head, saying, “Minho, you seriously need to get your act together, just because you’re stressed doesn’t mean you can take it out on us, do you realize how immature that is? You’re the second oldest, so start acting like it.”

Unable to look Chan in the eye, he could only see in his peripherals the movement of Chan’s feet and eventually, he heard the sound of the door closing. Releasing a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding, Minho collapsed to the ground. His hands were shaking, he felt so overwhelmed, and painful sobs that he attempted to muffle with his sleeve escaped him. Trying to regain his composure, Minho gathered his belongings and shoved them in his backpack before exiting the building. It was freezing cold outside and Minho wasn’t properly dressed for the weather, but he felt as if he deserved it. Instead of calling for a car to pick him up, he chose to walk home, not caring about any sort of consequence.

He felt so embarrassed by his actions from earlier, and Chan’s words bounced around in his head. “You’re the second oldest, so start acting like it” in particular was practically screaming at him. He needed to stop acting like a child and get it together. Chan was obviously faking it when he took care of him and only acted like he was okay with it.

Having felt his phone buzzing, Minho reached for his pocket to view his lockscreen. He noticed a missed call notification from the leader and two unopened messages from Jisung on kakaotalk, which, upon seeing that, made his heart sink. He didn’t even want to know what Jisung had said. he could not handle that coming from his Sungie.

Sungie? Minho cursed under his breath after having thought of Jisung’s nickname, one he only used in his thoughts when he was on the verge of slipping, and that was not happening ever again. It just couldn’t. Turning off his ringer, Minho shivered the rest of the walk home.

By the time he arrived, he could hear laughing echoing throughout the halls of the dorm. His stomach twisted at the thought of that laughter possibly being about him. No, it was definitely about him. They were making fun of him, they didn’t want anything to do with him. He was just a baby, a stupid, useless baby who couldn’t act his age, who couldn’t-

“Minho? Jesus christ you’re freezing, did you walk all the way here?”

Blinking to try and rid his eyesight of its blurry haze, Minho realized that Jisung was standing before him in the entrance of the dorm. Behind Jisung were his other six boyfriends, cuddled together with blankets and popcorn, cups of hot cocoa placed on coasters resting on the table in front of them. He could make out the light from the tv, and music from the movie frozen coming from the speakers. Since he hadn’t moved or said a word, they all stopped, Seungmin reaching over to pause the movie before everyone just stared at him. For some reason, Jeongin stood up and began walking over to Minho.

To him, that meant everything was over. He completely panicked.

Lunging forward towards Jeongin, Minho wrapped his arms around him tightly before breaking down crying. Jeongin, despite being very confused and still a bit mad at his hyung, returned the hug, considering Minho rarely initiated affection nor cried. After feeling the chilly temperature of Minho’s jacket Jeongin pulled back a bit to look at his face. He was met with a distraught, anxiety riddled version of his boyfriend, heart breaking after noting tear stains on his cheeks, a red nose, and slightly blue lips.

“Baby? You need to warm up, I’m worried about you, we all are.”

Minho softly whimpered, causing everyone to grow even more concerned (if that was possible at this point), Chan rushed over immediately having recognized that sound. It was the same gentle noise Minho made last night rather than talking when he was upset and in pain.

Realizing the sound he’d made, Minho panicked again, tears still spilling over as he wailed “Min sorry Innie!".

Jeongin was definitely confused now, everyone besides Chan was. There wasn’t time for questions, as it was obvious that Minho was in a vulnerable state and needed their support so everyone was ready to help.

Chan began removing Minho’s jacket, it was soaked with remnants of snow and he needed minho to get warm. Jeongin sprung into action as well, guiding Minho to the couch. Changbin and Hyunjin got up to go make tea, Felix to go run a bath, and Jisung to get a blanket while Seungmin made room on the couch. Jeongin got Minho situated in his lap when he sat down, Chan kneeled to take off Minho’s shoes and socks. Jisung returned with the blanket, wrapping up Minho while Jeongin shushed his cries and gently rocked him back and forth.

“Aw look at you, you’re so cute sweetheart.” Jisung cooed, kissing Minho’s forehead who began giggling in response, but suddenly stopped and whimpered.

“What’s wrong? Does something hurt angel?” Jisung gently reached for Minho’s hand, noting that the boy was still shivering. “Still cold?”

Minho looked up at Jisung with glossy eyes, nodding slowly and then snuggling into jeogin’s chest to try and get warm. Jisung went to go get a sweater and socks for Minho, hoping that would help. Jeongin looked up at Chan, seemingly for an explanation.

Chan knew there was no point in lying or hiding this, and as he was thinking of a way to explain, everyone had returned to the room and sat down, joining in with Jeongin to look up at him questioningly.

Sighing, Chan questioned “Okay I know everyone is really confused right?” Six heads nodded. “well…” glancing at minho, Chan realized it wouldn’t be right to just say everything about last night’s events without Minho’s consent, so he walked over and kneeled down to look at him.

Minho moved his head to look at Chan, tilting his head cutely. Chan smiled to try and reassure him, figuring he must be very overwhelmed right now.

“Hey Min, I know there’s a lot happening, must be scary hm? Do you think you could be a brave boy and let hyung explain what’s going on, why you’re tiny?” Minho shyly babbled in response, which Chan somehow understood as a yes. “Good boy baby!” Chan ruffled Minho’s hair, and Minho finally genuinely giggled without any interruptions from pain or anxiety.

Moving to the center of the living room, Chan began, “So we all know Minho’s been really stressed lately, and struggling with headaches a lot… well last night I heard crying and found him on the floor with some cuts and bruises, of course I could see that it hurt and was shocking, but I was confused about why he was wailing so loudly, since that’s not how Minho hyung is you know? After comforting him, I realized he wasn’t acting like himself. He wasn’t speaking in full sentences, his voice was higher pitched, and in general it was really obvious to me that this wasn’t a joke. I didn’t know exactly what to do, but I ended up taking care of him and he was so adorable, he fell asleep in my bed while I started to research. I’m pretty sure Minho is a little, have you guys heard of it?”

Felix perked up instantly, “Wait yeah, isn’t that when you’re in a younger headspace?”

Despite Felix asking a genuine question to try and understand, Minho’s little brain picked up on a few of the words and felt like Felix was judging him. Starting to cry and breathe heavily, he forced himself to be a bit older before breaking down again, “Min sorry! Min bad boy! Hyungies hate Min!”

Everyone instantly tried to reassure Minho, Felix going over to him directly since he realized Minho may have misunderstood. “Honey I’m not mad at you, we don’t hate you, how could we ever hate our precious Min? Don’t be sorry baby, can hyung give you a hug?” Minho sniffled before nodding.

Hyunjin piped up, “Yeah Minho we’re not upset by it at all, it’s adorable!”

The others verbally agreed with both Felix and Hyunjin.

“B-but Channie hyung no wan… Min not ‘pose to be baby… Min try to be big…” Minho whimpered sadly, thinking his hyung truly hated him.

Piecing everything together, Chan remembered what he had told Minho this morning while scolding him, internally cursing at himself for his choice of words. He should have known that discussing age after Minho had been so vulnerable around him wasn’t okay, no matter what Minho had done he didn’t deserve that at all. “Oh Min, Channie hyung is so sorry for what he said earlier, he was being a big meanie. Of course my baby can always come to hyung okay?” Minho made grabby hands at Chan who cooed at him and picked him up from Jeongin, who looked lost in his thoughts.

“I should have known something was wrong with how he snapped at Hyunjin. It really isn’t like him to get angry, yeah he jokes around but...” Jeongin muttered to himself.

Having heard his hyung talk, Minho whipped his head towards Jeongin in a panic, “Min sorry! Innie no cry again!”

“I know sweetheart, you haven’t been feeling well at all lately and you just couldn’t handle the stress could you? Innie isn’t mad okay? Innie forgives you.”

Minho felt relieved, burying his head into Chan’s chest. His boyfriends couldn’t help but awe at his cute mannerisms, they instantly knew that they would learn as much as possible about Minho’s littlespace to care for him properly if he’d let them. The seven of them knew that Minho would apologize again when he was out of headspace, despite his cold demeanor he was very kind, never wanting to upset his boyfriends and self aware of when he’s in the wrong. In hindsight, Minho not acting like that should have been a red flag to all of them, but they decided they could have an adult talk later, right now Minho needed all their attention and care.

Finally letting himself slip younger again, Minho physically relaxed in Chan’s arms before feeling his eyes flutter closed, he was so sleepy and his hyung was so warm and gentle. Chan noticed this, shushing everyone before letting them know he would give Minho a quick bath then get him ready for bed.

Having felt so floaty, Minho didn’t notice that Jisung trailed behind the two of them. He was deep in babyspace now, mostly non verbal besides the occasional whine or confused babble. All he could process was his hyungs undressing him, placing him in the warm water, washing his body and hair, then drying him off. Jisung couldn’t resist blowing raspberries on Minho’s adorable tummy, his giggles were so precious and after realizing just how much he had been dealing with all he wanted to do was make his boyfriend laugh. Minho could barely stay conscious, the soft massage from getting his hair shampooed made him slump over in Chan’s arms as he was put in his favorite tiger pajamas. Chan put Minho down on the bed, wrapping him up in his blankets and making sure his kitten plushie was beside him before exiting the room.

Minho felt a weight on his bed then arms wrapped around him. Instantly recognizing it as his Sungie’s presence, he hummed contently and got as close as possibly to his hyung.

“Hyung’s here Minnie, don’t worry about a thing. Sleep well baby.” Jisung whispered before kissing the top of his head. He could have sworn he heard Minho say “love da” before slipping his thumb between his lips and going quiet, but he decided that could be talked about later too.

Minho fell into a deep slumber with a soft smile on his face.

[pinksirensong]

B.F.F. 

Chapter Two

Warning: lighty smut

Tonight was going to be the night, Y/N would finally introduce her two favourite people to each other and she was really excited. Everything needed to be perfect so she woke up early, something she despised, to clean the place and go buy whatever was necessary and she could afford. Daniel wasn’t picky about food, he would always choose whatever she was having, but Owen bitched sometimes when he disliked the food. Y/N often told him that maybe he should quit his program and just became a culinary critic or maybe just some cooking program so he could actually learn something to cook for them for a change.

Y/N knew that Owen had a girlfriend who died a long time ago and that he was traumatized by it to the point where he would never even flirt with anyone, another consequence of it was that he became overprotective of her. Yes, she had other relationships over the years, and some ended well and other badly, in all of them Owen was by her side, and she would be forever grateful for it. Because of that she could understand the way he felt about Daniel, like he was expecting bad shit to happen anytime.

Morpheus, much like his lover, was very anxious about this meeting because he knew how important this man was to her, but still his jealousy was also speaking loudly. He wanted to show this Owen that Y/N was his and he had no right to say anything about him or his relationship. Dream never had this sort of problem before, there was never a male to interfere with his romantic affairs, it was always something more tragical and related to destruction. This, a mortal, he could handle.

“You’re early.” was the first thing Y/N said when she opened the door for him. “Owen had late classes so for now it’s just the two of us. Later I just have to put the lasagne on the oven and the pie is already at the fridge. Lemon pie that's Owen's favourite, he needs to be at his best behaviour.”

“Everything you make is amazing, carus.” he closed the distance between them and kissed her. For her kissing him was always breathtaking, her heart started beating faster and she could feel the butterflies books talk about. The kiss was getting heated, and her boyfriend was guiding her to the couch. It was not his first time there, but it was always too fast just to pick her up.

“Daniel, what if he comes in?” she wasn’t resisting him, especially when he started kissing her neck.

“He has late classes, remember?” giving her a smile that was reserved for their private moments, Morpheus kissed her again before she could find another reason to stop. All reluctance vanished from his lover's body, he pulled her up and she automatically wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck.

“Baby, please…” Y/N moaned against his lips. Morpheus never saw himself as a lover who was called baby, sweetie or anything like that, but not only it showed her affection towards him but also it made her not call him Daniel. It was hard to not remember what that name meant, but when they were high on pleasure, he couldn’t think straight enough to feel guilty about it.

“Please stop?” he had the audacity to smirk as he said it.

“You wouldn’t torture me like that.” she pushed him lightly so he would sit on the couch and Y/N followed him sitting as his lap with one leg at each side of his. “I love you, but we need to be fast to not get caught.” a few minutes ago Y/N wouldn’t even dream of letting things go that far knowing that Owen could catch them there. Now she wouldn’t be crazy to stop him, Daniel always knew exactly how to drive Y/N crazy and she loved every second of it. His hands found its way towards her hips, gripping tightly on it, unlike her he wanted to take his time with her.

“Never, my carus. Never.” she could feel his breath against her neck, it was suddenly very hot. Y/N quickly took her shirt off and put it aside somewhere else on the couch. His hands went up until he reached her bra and took it off, she pulled him for another kiss when felt him cupping her breasts. The sensations make her body act on its own, her hips started rocking against him and she could feel how hard he was. “You will be the death of me.” for Y/N, hearing him groan and whisper her name in the most sinful tone would be the death of her.

Very impatiently her hands worked the way down to his pants, trying to open his belt. Morpheus was cursing himself for wearing such difficult clothes for her to take off. Once she was able to do it with his help, she was quick to get rid of his pants and with no underwear on him there was only hers separating them for pure bliss. Now it was his time to use his hands to rise her skirt up take off her panties, she didn't want to waste anymore of the short time they had tonight and used her hand to guide his dick towards her already soaked pussy. Usually, Morpheus would be able to savour her before they made love, but tonight was an exception and he hated the cause of the situation a little bit for it.

First, he sinked himself inside her slowly, enjoying the sensation of her pussy tightening against his cock, her juices running down and the sound of their bodies founding each other slowly were driving them insane. Y/N could feel every inch of him, she putted her hands on his shoulder to steady herself while to start riding him faster.

“Y/N…I…” if Dream could think clearly maybe he would say that he loved her too, that she was the love of her life and that he needed her. But now he could only think about the sensations he was feeling, the way her body always felt like perfectly made for his, like no one else could ever give him what she did and how he would never let someone else try to ever get close to her in that way. Y/N belonged to him as much as he belonged to her. Her head was thrown back and one of his hands was now gripping lightly her neck while the other was squeezing her breast. His lips busy kissing her exposed neck, her nails digging on his shoulders while she tried to hold herself together for a little longer.

“Baby, I need you to cum for me. Please, please...I can't hold anymore.” each thrust was making her feel warmer and her pussy was not clenching even more around him making every movement intense. There was this tingling sensation coming up and while Y/N was trying to contain it, Morpheus was more than happy to see her come undone. The things only he would see, the noises only he would hear. All the words that now left her mouth were incomprehensible, most of it were just moans and pleads of more. Morpheus too was feeling himself close to relieve, the way her pussy was squeezing him was too much.

Dream was very prideful, feeling himself getting close to his edge his hand that was at her breast went down to her clit to massage it in circular movements. He knew that would be it for her now, he just had to do a few times before feeling her clench one last time before she cummed. “I can’t…I can’t..please please.” she begged, her voice husky. His thrusts now slicking because of her wet pussy, her nails digging even deeper at his skin and the pain was only giving him even more pleasure, something he knew Y/N was aware of. It didn't take long for him to release his seed inside her, they both could feel their juices joining and making a mess.

They stood like that for a few minutes before fished her shirt and bra to put it back on while fixing her skirt. At the meantime Morpheus was putting back his pants and trying to look more formal. Her phone started ringing at her room and she excused herself quickly, thinking it could be Owen.

It wasn't him, it couldn't be him because the exact moment she left to answer it he quietly opened the door. Orpheus though she had seen everything in his long life, but he couldn't believe that his best friend was dating his father. Without being noticed by him, thankfully, he left without a destination for the night, but he definitely had a task in his mind. Tomorrow he would starts the operation of freeing her from the monster his father was. He had to...he just didn't know how...yet.

.

.

.

*Carus is dear or beloved in Latin (source: google)

tag list: @jesllianaquilesrolon @reallystressedhoneybee @waitingformysandman @mrdarcyifhewere21stcentury

[theharshestaddiction]

a comprehensive list of my sexual abuse

i cannot stop thinking about how nobody knows everything. as i grow up i have become more isolated. with time it will heal, but not if i ignore it.

age 4(?) - perpetrated by my brother what i remember: my parents bedroom, the purple dancing toy. we were watching the tv i think, but i don't remember. taught me how to "feel good." led to most of my childhood nights spent masturbating, i didn't understand why it felt good. i was obsessed with sex.

age 5 - perpetrated by classmates from preschool what i remember: i was at their house and they flashed their penises to me. 2 brothers. i don't know if this affected me much, only that i was scared. it feels like something important is there but i don't remember.

age 11 - perpetrated by my friend what i remember: never got physical (from what i remember) just a violently oversexual person. convinced me to call them "daddy" and their friend "mommy." introduced me to kink, ddlg, and bdsm. drew sexual art of me and themselves, as well as forced me to write erotica of them doing sexual things with myself, our friend, hitler, and classmates we knew. would show me oddly sexual photos of themself.

age 12 - perpetrated by my boyfriend what i remember: invited him to my house and it was a normal day until it wasn't. we played mariokart and then went upstairs, we laid down and he took off his shirt, and asked if i wanted to as well. i was wearing a purple bra. we laid down and he tongue kissed me, which was fine. i was fine until he started touching me. he said he couldn't help himself, that he was sorry. i don't remember much except how much my tears burned and how i lied and said my dad was coming home early so he had to leave.

age 12 - perpetrated by my girlfriend what i remember: one of the more consensual experiences. we began having sex and at some point i stopped being into it. i was too scared to say no, but i felt violated. this was not her fault. i only remember how dark my room was and how dry i was. it was like she was pulling teeth out of me. nails on my walls.

age 13 - perpetrated by my classmate what i remember: she was pretty nice. this could be considered grooming considering the age gap i think. we kept in contact for way too long and had a weird on/off relationship. she raped me. i don't know what else there is to say, i don't remember a lot of it.

age 13/14 - perpetrated by my teacher what i remember: another non-physical experience. just the generic grooming experience. ruined me pretty badly since i was fairly unstable at the time being. he is the root of my being still, i would not be who or where i am without him. encouraged me to become a writer and stay in school, i am now getting a degree in writing. at some point he attempted to hit on me a little bit, but he never pushed it too far. invited me on overnight field trips but i never went. he filled a void that i am still healing from. he molds in me.

age 14 - perpetrated by an online friend what i remember: over discord and snapchat. would force me to send nudes to him (was the only way he'd talk to me.) it was purely sexual. he would blackmail me after we stopped this relationship and he got into a relationship. also had a daddy kink. ruined me mentally, made me truly weak.

age 14 - perpetrated by my best friend what i remember: horribly toxic friendship. being forced to send nudes and be jerkoff material. just another degrading friendship that was painful.

age 15 - perpetrated by an online friend what i remember: over discord again. i was essentially catfished. claimed he didn't want nudes but loved to see my body when he could. was very into bdsm and would threaten to lock me in a basement. asked me to call him master. most things were consensual up until i found out he wasn't who he said he was.

age 19 - perpetrated by my long term boyfriend what i remember: fell asleep midway through intercourse (trauma response) and woke up to him recording as he had sex with me. didn't realize i woke up and wouldn't have told me otherwise.

age 19 - perpetrated by a stranger what i remember: the bus was crowded and he groped me as i got off the bus. i didn't even have time to say anything. i just had to keep walking.

one day my heart will know peace.

[nymphiria]

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒

╰➣…: sanzu haruchiyo!

◟ 𝐂𝐖: yandere!sanzu, kidnapping, noncon, toxic obsession, violence, stalking, implication of cuck holding, gunplay, cunnilingus

◠ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: once sanzu has you, you’ll never escape him. so what if you have a new boyfriend?

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔’𝐒 love burns bright, singeing your skin and consuming every aspect of your life in it’s flames — this you know. since the day you met his eyes for the first time, the heat of his affections warmed you and only intensified until you couldn’t bear it anymore. his overbearing presence shadowed over you even when he wasn’t physically with you. sure he doted on you but not a moment was spent without eyes watching, whether they were sanzu’s or ones that belonged to the men that did his bidding.

but that was almost a year ago — sanzu’s face now being shrouded by the loving smile of your current boyfriend, hiroshi. that once blazing heat was transformed into a comforting warmth, like that of a fireplace during the winter. all your worries and fears faded away the longer you both were together. the lingering thought of sanzu soon vanished to the point where his ability to reach you was almost non-existent.

almost.

from outside of your building, you could see the usually well-lit windows of your apartment -- not a sliver of light shown to the outside. the darkness was very unusual to you seeing as how the lights are always on in your home unless both you and hiroshi are sleeping. prickles of fear traveled up your skin as you tried to rationalize the strange circumstances. you did have to work late, though, so maybe he went to bed early without you. thinking nothing of it, you made your way up to the floor of your apartment and to the front door. 

you should’ve trusted your instincts, you shouldn’t have let your guard down so easily. the fear was all too familiar for you to push it down, it was way too familiar. months of comfort away from the source of that fear quelled your reactions to it -- the dulling of that sense sealing your fate. it was too late for you. you opened the heavy door of your home and crossed the threshold into what used to be your comfort place, having no clue of what was waiting for you in that unfamiliar darkness. once you closed the door, a hand covered your mouth along with a cloth pressed over your nose. before you knew what was happening, you quickly lost consciousness and your body slumped in the arms of the person holding you. 

similar to when you passed out, you were greeted by the same darkness when you finally woke up. the blindfold on your face obscured your view of where you were and who you were with. though your mind was still a little fuzzy, you could hear the faint sound of men talking across the room. you wanted so badly to ask, “where am i? what’s going on?” but both the fear of speaking and the gag in your mouth silenced you. moving around quickly proved to be fruitless as your limbs were bound to each other as you lay on the floor. on the bright side, at least the carpet was comfortable -- you would take that over the cold concrete of an abandoned warehouse any day. 

“well, well. looks like she’s awake.”

that voice. it couldn’t. 

it could. with one tug on the blindfold, the icy blue eyes you dreaded looking into bored deep into your own teary ones. your blood ran cold instantaneously — sanzu haruchiyo, the sanzu haruchiyo was standing before you once again. the man you escaped, the one you had worshipped like a god and devoted yourself to had you back in his clutches.

the cloth tied around your mouth would’ve made it hard to speak if you had anything you could say. the shock of seeing the only person you’ve ever feared rendered you speechless. his hand moved to cup your cheek — the action making you flinch, something that didn’t he didn’t fail to notice. a dry laughed escaped his mouth at your trembling figure.

“there’s my sweet girl. you know, it hurt me a lot when you left. i kept thinking to myself ‘why would she leave?’ over and over again,” he spoke as he unbuttoned his shirt at the wrists and rolled it up to his elbows. “but i see now. you left a man who loved you, who protected you all because you wanted to be a brat.”

his sweet girl. the nickname he always called you either when he was angry with you or when he was fucking you into submission. the saccharine words sent a shiver throughout your body — the familiar fear coursing through you. amidst your terror, your mind began to worry about where hiroshi was seeing as how he was gone from the apartment before you even got there. you frantically looked around the room you recognized as one of bonten headquarters and spotted him laying beaten on the ground not far from where you were sitting. sanzu followed your eyes and grinned, “aw, you’re worried about him? shouldn’t be, princess. he’ll be maggot food soon anyways.”

the look of panic on your face must have pleased sanzu because the smirk plastered on his face only grew wider. his oslender fingers moved to pull the cloth gagging you down enough so that you could close your jaw. “p-please sanzu! i promise i’ll stay just please…” you pleaded desperately.

“you want him alive, sweetheart?”

you nodded frantically, “yes, yes!”.

the faintest sound of a click met your ears and before you could react, the barrel of sanzu’s gun was pressed between your teary eyes. the cold metal sent goosebumps across your skin as your body went rigid. deep down, sanzu was extremely content — it pleased him to know that no matter how many times he pulled the weapon out, you would react the exact same way.

the barrel moved slowly from your forehead, to your chest, and eventually stopped to tap at your stiff knees. like clockwork, they spread to make room for the weapon to continue its roaming. sanzu let out a dry laugh at how easily you submitted to his sadistic touch.

“well then, you’ll have to work for it, sweetheart. i hope that pretty pussy still remembers me.”

of course it did. the only thing hiroshi could never compete with sanzu in was sex. no matter how many times you fucked, it would never compare to how he felt. the tip of the gun snaked it’s way up your thighs to prod at your clit through your panties. as humiliating as it was, you couldn’t deny how soaked your panties were. no one could get you to respond as well as sanzu did — you both knew it.

“no matter how many times you run away, no matter where you go or who you go with i’ll always find you. you belong to me — body and soul.”

[your-daily-biaswrecking]

hii :)

could you do a drabble where the reader and yoongi were in an arranged marriage for a while. She thought that Yoongi cheated on her so she asked for a divorce. Yoongi as a cold husband pleaseee !! So Yoongi gives her a rough + angry sex ?? to prove he's not cheating? hehehhe

love all your writings btw, you have so much ideas to be posting lots in a day !!! :)

thank youu !

damn this turned out bigger than normal cuz-- plot... and i didn't want to write a pt2 so i'm just putting it under the cut and let's just still pretend it's a "drabble"

You didn’t remember much from that night. Just some general feelings, like how annoyed and lonely you were. How you needed your husband but he wasn’t there. When you woke up the next morning, head throbbing from your hangover, Yoongi was missing from your shared bed. And even though you didn’t want to assume things, when you noticed multiple hickeys on his neck later that day, you had no choice but to think of the only logical conclusion: your husband was cheating on you.

It hurt. Sure, your marriage had been arranged, so perhaps he didn’t really want to be with you. But somewhere in the process of it all, you had fallen for him. He was always serious and keeping his guard up around you, but there were moments that you thought deep down he was actually a nice guy. And that he cared for you. I guess you were wrong. Who would ever do such a thing to someone they care about even the slightest?

At first, you thought you could put it past you. This was more of a contract than a marriage anyway, from the beginning. But it hurt you every time you saw him, every time he did a tiny, little nice thing for you, like cooking you breakfast or texting you to let you know he would be home late. As if you two were actually a couple. It hurt you so much you needed to put an end to it.

“I want a divorce.” You didn’t wait for the right time or something like that, just blurted it out one evening right after you had gotten done eating in mostly silence.

Yoongi was still in control over his facial expressions, yet barely. A tiny frown, a tiny widening of his eyes gave his shock away. “What? Why?”

You took a deep breath, looking away to be able to keep your composure; looking at him made your knees too weak. “I agreed on this marriage. I agreed to try and make it work even though I knew it would be hard,” you explained. “But I will not tolerate cheating. I want a divorce.”

“Cheating?” His voice was low, truly confused. “What are you talking about?”

“I know, Yoongi. You don’t need to pretend.”

“What? I never-”

“I saw the hickeys you had all over you last Sunday.” The sentence shut him up, blank face taking its place over his shocked expression and you couldn’t read him. You gulped. “Or are you gonna claim those were mosquito bites?”

And then Yoongi laughed. Sound so contrasting to his usual attitude, sending chills down your spine. It didn’t last long, however, face serious again as he stared at you intensely. “Are you serious right now?” he barked, and you were starting to feel a bit scared. He took a step towards you. “You really don’t know who gave me those hickeys?”

You frowned, taken aback by his answer. “How would I- What does it matter?”

Yoongi chuckled again, reaching you across the kitchen until he was just a breath away. Looking down at you with dark eyes. “You were so fucking wasted that night, I guess I need to refresh your memory,” he whispered. And before you could even react, he lifted you up, legs straddling his waist as you yelped, arms snaking around his shoulders awkwardly as you were trying not to fall while he carried you to your bedroom.

“Yoon-”

“See?” he said, dropping you on the bed sideways. And his body loomed over yours. “This is where you laid while you were begging me to fuck you dumb. Do you not remember?” You gasped at his words, squirming in order to escape. But his hands were on your waist, pinning you down, and suddenly you knew the feeling wasn’t unfamiliar. This had happened before. “Now what?” Yoongi growled into your ear. “You want to divorce me because you were sucking my neck and I was too weak to pull you away too fast? I did. It was so fucking hard but I pulled away and left because... I told you many times that if this was gonna happen, it should happen the right way. Not when you are black-out drunk. But you were crying and telling me how badly you wanted me. I had to jerk off alone because of how hard you got me with your begging. Was that all the alcohol talking? You didn’t even look at me the next morning.”

You had never heard him talk so much. And your face was burning as that night got clearer in your memories. As the realization that Yoongi wanted you as much as you wanted him settled in. “Yoongs, I-”

“No, shh…” He placed a finger over your lips. “You really have the audacity to think I’m cheating on you when all I’ve been doing is falling for you? Trying to turn this marriage into something actually nice? I’ve been trying to fuck you for so long, you really think I give a shit about fucking anyone else?”

The way his words affected you was surely clear to him as well. Your legs tried to close, yet only resulted in caging him against your hip harder, pushing him down until you could feel his hard dick through his pants. “I- I didn’t know, I…”

Yoongi ground down on you harder, breath unsteady and hot over your lips. “Tell me now, once and for all,” he whispered while his hands started roaming over your body, not even touching you anywhere specifically yet making you gasped with every graze. Distance between you so short it was intoxicating your brain. “Tell me if you want me to stop right now, and I won’t bother you again. Otherwise, I will not stop even if you’re begging me later.” His voice was so coarse you could tell his brain was rotten with want as well. Staring at your lips, waiting for the green light to devour them, probably barely registering anything else.

“Yoongi,” you whined. “Need you… Don’t stop…”

His mouth on yours was such a relief, lips and tongue soft as they played against yours. It didn’t last long before he was groaning, backing off to pull your shirt over your head aggressively, discarding his as well, and grabbing you by the waist to push you further up the bed. His skin was hot on yours, his mouth instantly back on your neck, giving you the treatment you had given him that forgotten night. And his roaming hands found your pants to pull them down while you were distracted. One slipping in your underwear to steal a touch of your center.

“Fuck,” he choked. And then he grabbed a fistful of your hair to turn your head to look at him. “What a nice, wet pussy. And you really thought I’d wanna fuck anyone else’s?” He looked mad when he pulled your clothes completely off you, getting naked as well. Hand wrapped around his thick member, allowing you only one glance before he was over you again, tip brushing against your entrance. “Let me show you, baby,” he rasped, and you were mewling under him. “This pretty pussy is mine, this is the one I want.”

“Yoon…” Your whine was interrupted when he pushed into you, not giving you any room to get used to his dick. His lips were on yours again, hand on your hair pulling it harshly as he started thrusting into you right away. You felt euphoric, your husband finally fucking you hard after all this time of suffering the sexual tension alone. And your fingers scratched his back while moans escaped into his bruising kiss.

Yoongi gave you a few very deep thrusts, hitting your cervix and making you cry before he pulled away again. “Feel that, baby?” he groaned. “Feel how well I’m fucking you- that’ll shut you up, won’t it?” He pulled out, grabbing your hips and flipping you around with no warning. He grabbed you by the ankles to drag you closer to him, and then slapped your ass hard.

“Ah, Yoongi!” You raised your ass higher, on your knees while your face was buried in the sheets.

“That’s right, baby,” he said in a low voice. And he spanked you again. “Scream my name.” Another spank, softer than the others, while he stroked and kneaded your ass. “Scream your husband's name to let everyone know who’s fucking you so hard.” And he buried his cock deep inside you again. “Scream my name to remind yourself that you have me, baby.”

You were a panting mess. Your orgasm building inside you so wildly that you felt like you were about to combust instead of cum. And you dared sneak a hand down to rub your clit while you were moaning his name like a prayer. “Oh, Yoongi, please… Fuck, please…”

He smacked your hand away when he noticed, growling and grabbing your hair to pull it until your back was arched, mouth coming right next to your ear to whisper dangerously. “If you’re gonna cum, you’ll cum because of my cock inside you. Got it?”

You were nodding immediately. Although you were probably gonna cum because of his deep voice and harsh dirty words. “I’m gonna…”

“Good girl,” he growled, diving his teeth in the side of your neck. And it was what did it for you, shouting out while your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your vision turned black, pussy pulsing frantically around him.

“Shit,” he gasped, hips faltering. Then he let go of your hair only to grab your neck from the front, still pulling you back to have his face buried in your nape. “Gonna let me paint those pussy walls white with my cum, baby?” And you were moaning again at that, feeling like you were gonna cum again before you even came down from your previous high. Yoongi smacked your ass abruptly, making you yelp and give him the permission he needed. And he hummed, satisfied, his hips finding the rhythm he needed to finish. “My lovely wife,” he whispered sweetly even though his actions were anything but that. “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you good all the time. Just so you know I don’t even have the fucking time to be seeing anyone else.” And then he spilled into you for the very first time.

Masterlist

[captains-simp]

Hey!! I was wondering if there’s a chance you could write Angst 4 with situation 4, with Wandaxfem!reader? Thank you so much anywho, I hope you have a great day

I absolutely can and you have yourself a great day too

"Wake up, dammit!"

Warnings: injury detail, near death, thoughts of death and me once again not really understanding how the human body works

2k words

[ masterlist ]

Buy me a coffee ☕

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Being an Avenger required a lot of skills. Practical, physical and mental. You excelled at most of it, your life and that of your teams depended on it. But you had a tendency to let personal matters get in the way.

You weren't the only one guilty of that. You were pretty sure you could name a time it had happened to everyone on the team at some point.

But you and Wanda were much more liable to let that get in the way than the others. You had both made a couple of bad decisions in the past to protect one another's safety. It was hard to control. Your first instinct would always be to protect your girlfriend, as was hers for you.

That was when things were good between you. Things being bad was a new concept, especially the way it affected a mission.

"Clear on the fourth floor C corridor." Wanda said through the comms. You jaw clenched tightly as you withheld the urge to role your eyes.

"I just confirmed that, Maximoff." You said back. Wanda didn't respond to that, not that you expected her to.

You were both working your way up a building that Hydra agents were supposed to be hiding out in. Wanda took the left side and you took the right, there were times where you met in the middle with no exchange of words.

"Thanks anyway, Wanda." Natasha said in an attempt to ease the obvious tension.

You continued to up the stairs to the next floor and tried not to think about the fight you had had the night before. It was a blur the next day, the reason it all started was unknown to you both. You had both been in a bad mood and things had soon escalated...badly. You had both said hurtful things, things you wished you could take back more than anything. The pair of you had formed a habit of giving each other space before apologising, but you had been forced together on the spontaneous mission that has thrown you both off, even more so by the fight being the worst one you two had ever had in your four years of dating. You had no idea where you stood with Wanda.

When you arrived in the center of the fifth floor you and Wanda rounded opposite corners into the main hallway at the same time. You paused when you saw her, she did too.

You were about to say something to her. Something that wasn't bitter or tense. You had the sudden urge to spill out an apology but she spoke first.

"Clear on the fifth floor corridor A." She didn't spare you a second glance, continuing through the building. You nodded to no one and hastily blinked back the tear that threatened to spill.

Focus on the mission. Focus on the mission. Well you didn't have much luck doing that.

"Going on to the next floor." You said steadily. You hadn't done a proper sweep of the floor, but nothing in the building showed any signs of people being there and you needed to put more distance between yourself and Wanda.

You should have waited for her. You knew that. She knew that. No one protested.

As soon as you were on the second floor you let your guard down and leant against a wall to take a moment to gather your thoughts. That was a mistake. A significant one.

You weren't in the right head space for that mission. That become so much more apparent when you when two bullets hit you.

Whether it was shock, panic, being distracted or a most likely combination of all three, you barely registered the first bullet. You saw who shot it though. One single Hydra agent who made a break for the exit behind you.

Just as you raised your gun to fire the second bullet hit you and sent you falling to the ground. You registered him jumping over your immobile body towards the stairs but before he could put one foot on them red swirls surrounded his body and threw him against the wall, knocking him out cold.

Wanda emerged from the hallway and skidded slightly in panic as she stopped to turn your way. Her eyes widened at the sight of the blood covering your clothes and hands. You were shaking violently while trying to put pressure on the wounds, but you didn't know where exactly they were. You couldn't feel any pain. Just numbness. And that was terrifying.

"You...no, fuck. M-medical assistance- now. Y/n's...been shot." Wanda stammered in panic as she knelt down beside you.

Natasha was giving Wanda instructions but you weren't paying attention to anything except your girlfriend.

"It's...okay." You struggled to say. Your breathing was laboured and speaking was even harder. The distinct taste of blood was in your mouth but you had to ignore that.

"I shouldn't have let you come up here alone." Wanda scolded, tears trailing down her cheeks as she found the two wounds. She ripped some fabric from her shirt into two pieces and held them against your stomach.

"I probably...would have...bitten your head...of if...you tried to." You laughed, instantly regretting it as pain shot through you. The shock was wearing off and the pain was taking its place in the most unmerciful way.

Tears fell from your eyes and your head fell back against the hard ground as you gasped, struggling for air. Wanda moved behind you and placed your head in her lap while she continued to apply pressure.

"I'm sorry." Your voice broke as you spoke. "I'm... so sorry for...last night." Wanda instantly shushed you and shook her head. Her left hand stayed on your stomach and her right combed through your hair to calm you.

"We both said bad things."

"I didn't...mean it...any of it." You tried to lock eyes with Wanda through your tears.

"Neither did I, we'll talk about this when you're better." Wanda promised, nodding her head to assure herself that you would be fine.

But just as she said that it became increasingly difficult to stay conscious. It was as though there was something in the dark calling to you, urging you to let go. It would be so easy. There would be no pain. But Wanda wouldn't be there.

You put your hand weakly over hers, wanting her to be the only thing on your mind incase it was the last. The feel of her skin against your own, her soothing voice and the accent she tried to conceal but you loved, the way she cared for you like no one else ever had. The thought that you may never experience that again made your heart drop.

The shaking was getting worse and you felt so cold.

Go to the dark. Don't go to the dark. So easy. No Wanda...Wanda.

You couldn't help it. You couldn't stop it. It washed our you like a wave. The sounds around you became distant, as though everything was far away. You couldn't make out what Wanda was saying. She sounded desperate. You couldn't see her either. Everything was blurred. Then it was all gone.

*

The recurring beeping from the monitor was the only sound in the room. Wanda had always thought she would find them annoying, but the Sokovian never wanted to hear it stop. Not until you didn't need it anymore. Until she didn't need it.

It had been a week since you were shot. A week since she had seen your bright y/e/c eyes. The doctors were skeptical. Wanda vaguely remembered them talking to her about your injuries, the severity of them and how they would effect you if you woke up. Once you woke up. They said it was a slim chance.

Wanda sat curled up in the chair next to your bed watching you, wondering if it felt peaceful to be in that state. She wore your favourite hoodie and had a blanket from your shared bed over her, it was the only thing that brought her comfort.

"Wake up, y/n." She whispered, as though trying to secretly communicate with you. "Please." She raised her voice slightly, thinking it could make a difference. It didn't.

"Y/n." She leant forward in her chair and took both of your hands in her own. All she had been able to think about was your fight. It had been stupid, so so stupid. You hadn't fixed it, not properly. Wanda needed more than than the brief moments on the mission. She didn't get to apologise. She couldn't let you go before she got to apologise. She had done it over and over to your sleeping form. But it didn't count. She needed you to wake up. To look at her again. To smile. To speak. To go on another date. To share another kiss. To sleep in the same bed...to get married. There was so much left to do. Wanda wasn't prepared for it to be cut short. It wasn't fair.

"Y/n please wake up. I'm so sorry." She pleaded as she gripped your hands like a lifeline. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she pleaded over and over.

"Wake up, dammit!"

*

When your eyes finally flickered open you shut them again instantly. It was bright, far too bright. You gave a soft groan at that and tried to shield your face with your hand but found no energy to do so.

Your throat was dry and scratchy and your eyes were stinging from the exposure to the light.

You became aware of the beeping and glanced at the monitor as you tried to adjust to your surroundings, taking a for moments to remember how and why you were even in a hospital bed.

In the corner of your eye you saw movement on your left. You slowly turned your head in that direction and had your breath caught in your throat at the sight of your sleeping girlfriend. Was she still your girlfriend? Your heart dropped at the possibility that she might not be, but you hastily pushed it to the side and appreciated her company.

You had missed her. You had no idea how long you had been out. You had no memory of what it was like. All you knew was the familiar feeling of coming home deep in your chest.

Wanda's slim hand was resting on the bed next to yours and out of pure instinct you laced your fingers through her own, still unable to get over how perfectly they felt entwined together. Would she pull her hand away when she woke up? Would she shout at you more?

Fortunately you didn't have to wait long to find out. Wanda stirred from her uncomfortable looking position on the chair and blinked a few times before her eyes fell to your hands.

She furrowed her brows in confusion at the sight, not remembering putting them together but one look up told her all she needed to know.

"Y/n." She said as a sigh of relief, sitting up straight and gleaming at you.

"Wanda." You croaked with a weak but genuine smile. She picked up on that and with one flick of her tinted red wrist a small cup of water came floating towards you.

"Thank you." You said gratefully and took the cup with your free hand, wanting to hold Wanda's for as long as you could. You gulped the water down quickly and placed it on the bed side table before looking back at Wanda.

"You scared me." She admitted, concern prominent in her shimmering eyes.

"I'm sorry." She shook her head and was quick to speak.

"No, no more apologies from you. I'm sorry. For everything. I-" You cut her off by placing a finger to her lips with a smile.

"Stop."

"I really am though." You knew that, you could see it.

"I know you are." You said genuinely. "And I am too. I don't even know how it..." You trailed off as you opened and closed your mouth, not knowing what you were even trying to say. Wanda laughed and nodded, you had missed that sound so much.

"Are we...are we okay?" You asked timidly, fearing the response so much you couldn't look her in the eyes, only staring at your entwined hands.

Wanda lifted your chin with one of her fingers, wanting you to look at her as you spoke. Her warm smile greeted you like a treasured friend.

"We are. And I'm going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

"Well then that's going to get confusing really quickly because I'll be doing the exact same." You declared. Wanda laughed again and brought your hands up to her lips to place a soft kiss on them. A smile spread easily across your face at the gesture.

"Come here." You muttered as you moved over to the edge of the bed and pulled the duvet back for your girlfriend.

She eagerly accepted the offer and slipped in beside you, instantly wrapping her free arm around you to bring you close while her other still held your hand.

"I love you." She whispered as she kissed your forehead.

"I love you too." You smiled and held onto her loose clothing and...how the hell did you miss that? "Is that my hoodie?"

[buckyownsmylife]

Give your heart a break - Chris Evans smut

The one where Chris is a biker and decided he wants to start your forever.

Warnings: I’m gonna tag this as dubcon just to be safe, Chris definitely crosses a line without proper consent, breeding kink, biker!Chris AU, bondage, (belt used to restrain hands), dirty talk

A/N:  this is for my own birthday celebration challenge! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them. Hope you guys like it!

Chris’ P.O.V.

“Hey, baby!” The smile she opened up when she turned around to see it was truly me who had just arrived at her coffee shop made my heart beat faster than it ever did while I was away from her.

I guess the adrenaline the bike used to give me was nothing compared to her effect on me.

“What are you doing here?” She exclaimed, jumping on my waiting arms so I could twirl her around, like I always did after we spent some time apart. She looked just the same, which comforted my heart somewhat.

I hated leaving her, but this nomadic lifestyle I’d chosen for myself long before we ever met would never work for her. It’s why she always resisted accepting any kind of labels to what we shared.

That was all about to change, though. Even if she still didn’t realize it.

“What? Can’t I stop by to visit my best girl?” Her smile became even bigger at the pet name. It was the indication I needed of her true feelings. She wanted to be mine, she really just couldn’t handle the biker lifestyle.

“Of course, you can. I just wasn’t expecting you, that’s all. Sit down, I’ll bring your usual order!” I watched as she fixed me a black coffee and picked a muffin with great care before bringing it to me. I had no doubt it was the warmest one on the tray. “Will you be sticking around for tonight?”

I could see the glint of hope and desire in her eyes. I knew that even though she didn’t want to be tied down to me, she hadn’t looked for pleasure in anyone else ever since I first kissed her. And even though I was sure she thought differently, neither had I.

She owned my heart ever since we met. There was no one else I’d rather have underneath my body. “I think you’ll soon realize I’ll be sticking around for a lot longer.”

Her eyes lit up at that, excitement clear in her features. “A whole week?” She’d been asking me for that for as long as I’ve known her, and I’d never been able to stick through the whole seven days. There was always some shipment to assess, brothers to help.

This time, nothing would force me away from her.

“You’ll see.” She rolled her eyes at my attempt at keeping a mystery, and I know what was going on through her pretty little head. I was already too secretive as it was, there was no need for more hiding. But I had a plan, and I was going to stick to it.

“I’ll be right here until it’s time to lock up. I’ll walk you home, how does that sound?” The way the corner of her eyes crinkled as she smiled at me was enough of a response, yet she gave me one anyway.

“Perfect.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Stop that.” The order startled me, too lost in the haze of lust to realize that he’d stripped down to his boxers, finally noticing that I’d climbed on the bed and had been playing with myself while I waited for him to join me.

Usually, I’d immediately follow his directions - almost instinctively, actually. It was probably some remaining fear that used to exist inside of me when I saw him on his bike just outside my shop, before I decided to give him a chance and began this little adventure between us…

I never wanted to see his anger directed at me. But tonight, I was feeling brave for whatever reason. Maybe it was because of how much I had missed him this time we spent apart and how I unconsciously resented him for always leaving. We’d never have an actual relationship, and it was all because of him.

So maybe that awoke the brat in me, because all I gave him was a smirk, keeping the movements on my clit as I watched him watch me. “I don’t think you deserve that,” I taunted, taking notice of the way he seemed transfixed by the wetness gathered on my lower lips, until I stopped my movements and raised my hand to slather it on my lips.

“You’ve left me all alone so many nights, with only these fingers as company…” I returned them to the apex of my thighs, pushing them inside of me this time, making sure to exaggerate my moan at the relieving sensation of being filled. “I think you deserve to suffer for a while longer.”

He looked so beautiful with his eyebrows furrowed, the length of his eyelashes and the pinkness of his lips almost making me overlook how threatening he still looked, all tatted up, clearly disappointed in me.

“Stop it,” he warned once more, but I wasn’t in a submissive mood. Not tonight.

“Why should I?” I argued, fucking myself faster. “I’m not yours. You can’t boss me around.” That was the wrong thing to say, I realized the second his eyes darkened, jaw clenching at my defiance. He was on me in a second, easily gathering my wrists in one of his hands as he pulled them up in the direction of the headboard, and it was only when I felt the leather around them that I realized he’d picked up his belt to tie me to bed.

“Yes, you are,” he breathed out against my face, eyes looking directly in mine to show me just how serious he was. “And you should know better than to disobey me.” The authoritative tone in his voice had me shivering, especially after he pulled away and stopped covering my body with his, taking advantage of how I was bound to the bed to drink in my naked figure.

“I promise I’ll behave,” I tried to argue, legs flailing around his figure until he grabbed them. “I-I just missed you, that’s all.” The way his huge, rough hand felt on the inside of my thighs should be illegal. And he knew just how much it affected me, as he smirked and looked up at me from under his eyelashes with a knowing glint in his gaze.

“Don’t you trust me?” He questioned, head tilted as his thumb slipped and found place right over my nub. “I just want to make you feel good, sugar.” I hesitated for a moment - I hadn’t really experimented with any sort of kinky sex before, even though I expected him to try something unusual ever since the first time we were together. Guess this was starting small. I could take it.

Besides, I needed him too fucking badly.

“Yeah?” He confirmed after I nodded, tone almost patronizing as he kept rubbing me and playing with himself. “Got yourself wet and ready for me, won’t need to prepare you, huh? Guess your disobedience has it’s advantages.”

All I could do was whimper, especially when he finally leaned over me again, resting his hard cock over my navel. “Feel this?” He asked, and I nodded once more. “It’s about to be inside of you, pretty girl.”

And so he grasped my hips and adjusted himself to start pushing in, spearing me open. Having him for the first time after a while was always a challenge, and although he always took it slow to get me used to him again, he was never one to give me time to accept the intrusion. He just took his time, thrusting in and out, taking note of every little moan that I released as his hips pressed against mine.

“Oh, fuck…” I groaned, wanting to wrap my arms around him but unable to do so, due to my restraints. “T-that f-feels s-so good!” I was positively trembling as he started to pick up his pace, cocky smile only adding to my arousal.

“Oh, yeah?” He panted, drops of sweat starting to form on his naked body from the frantic activity. “Then fucking scream it, sweetheart. Tell your entire neighborhood how good it feels to have my cock inside of you.”

I must have obeyed him, from the way my throat felt hoarse when I finally came back from my orgasm, but I couldn’t remember it. I was too far gone. All I knew, all I could focus on was the way it felt to have his cock rhythmically dragging in and out of me, the sounds of my juices reverberating off the walls.

“Pretty little pussy,” he complimented, eyes focused on the part of me he was so obsessed with. “Can’t wait to fill it up with my cum.” Well, that jolted me back into reality, suddenly pulling on his belt again.

“W-what?” Only when he heard my question and the hesitation in my voice did he raise his gaze to meet my eyes, a patient smile defining his expression.

“C’mon, pretty girl… You know you want it too. Don’t you want an ‘us’?” He urged while I could only stare back, mouth agape. “You know I want more, I’ve always wanted more. Now I’m ready to give it to you. And I know you want me too.”

His voice was soothing against my ear as he kept fucking me, “You want to be round with my baby, don’t you? You want me to keep you filled all day long, until your breasts are heavy and your belly starts growing, so everyone will know you’re now undeniably mine.”

And to be his is all I’d ever wanted, but I never expected it to happen like this. I could only watch, frozen in place as he came deep inside of me, moaning right by my ear before kissing my temple.

“I love you, sweetheart.” He’d never said those words to me before. I don’t think he’d ever said them to anyone. “I know it’s fucked up that I’m only now telling you this, but I do. And I wanna fall asleep next to you every day from now on.”

And so he kept me plugged, full of his cum even as he released my wrists and lulled me to sleep, and for the next seven days, when I woke up in the morning, he was really still there.

“You’re really here to stay,” I whispered on the eight night, cradling his face in amazement as he smiled before kissing my palm.

“Forever.”

[klaineficroulettechallenge-us]

Chapter 3 By NotYourDaydream

Tuesday, February 14th, 2012

Kurt woke up on Valentine’s Day to a heart-shaped box of chocolates laid out on his desk, courtesy of Carole. The day was arguably her favorite out of the year, second to Finn’s birthday, and her affection made him smile. She loved love. He mostly appreciated a holiday with a set color scheme. He loved his dad, Finn, his friends, and family. He and Alex hadn’t been together for long enough to really feel like he loved him. He wasn’t sure he even knew what love was when it came to a boyfriend. That was what made his situation with Blaine so difficult. He didn’t know how to separate the emotions he already felt from the ones he was supposed to.

He was halfway through checking out his outfit (a maroon turtleneck with a black vest over it, checkered pants, and loafers) when his brain reminded him that Karofsky would be at McKinley, too.

For the first time since sophomore year, Kurt was hyper-aware of his entire self: his personality, his clothing, the way he walked. Dave wasn’t like that anymore, he had to keep reminding himself. Dave was his friend. So, why did he still feel queasy at the thought of seeing him?

He, at least, had Blaine, but even that sent his nerves into a frenzy. This was their first school day as official fake boyfriends since they hadn’t had school on Monday (due to teacher inservices). Playing pretend had been Kurt’s favorite game as a child. It was one of the reasons he wanted so badly to be an actor, to metaphorically walk in someone else’s shoes, even if it was only for a few hours. It was different now with real feelings involved.

This wasn’t how he’d imagined it to go. If life could go his way, he would feel excited that he and Blaine were going to school as boyfriends. In his perfect world, they already were. They could spend Valentine’s Day trading kisses and rolling their eyes when their friends cooed at them, not walking on eggshells and lying to everyone.

Finn’s car was already in its parking spot when Kurt pulled into the McKinley parking lot, most likely to surprise Rachel with a Valentine’s Day gift. He had been worrying himself sick over what to get her for the past two weeks. With good reason, Kurt thought. She was notoriously picky.

He stepped out of the car and pulled his coat closer to his body. Would people think it was weird he didn’t pick Blaine up? It makes no sense , he thought. He would have to go out of his way to do it. He and Alex never did things like that. But he never felt like he had to until now.

On his way to the building, he spotted Dave, standing off from the entrance and rubbing his hands together. His body was rigid, and whenever somebody popular passed by, he turned around to the brick walls.

Kurt tapped on his shoulder and nodded towards the front doors. “You ready to get in there?”

Dave’s eyebrows shot up, and his shoulders lowered from his ears. His hair was tousled and his plain t-shirt wrinkled. “Kurt… To be honest, I’m terrified. Everyone here probably hates me, and if they don’t, they will when they hear I’m out.” 

Kurt’s heart broke for him. “Well, you have Blaine and me and the rest of the New Directions! Things have changed here. Nobody’s really throwing around slushies or tossing people in trash cans.”

“That’s because I was the one doing most of the slushie throwing.” Dave looked down at him with a small frown.

Kurt felt his face flood with embarrassment. “Yeah. Well…” He trailed off and laughed, and Dave’s low laugh followed. Maybe everything wouldn’t be so bad.

“Will you walk in with me? Please?” Dave grabbed both of Kurt’s hands and squeezed. 

Kurt blinked slowly, acutely aware of the other students passing them to get inside. It was time for him to start playing pretend. He pulled his hands away from Dave’s and stuffed them into his pockets. “Um, I’m sorry, Dave. It’s just that…I have to meet Blaine before first period, and it just won’t be a good look if you and I walk in together,” Kurt tried to explain. “People talk, y’know?”

When Dave’s shoulders sagged, Kurt rushed to think of some sort of middle ground. He wanted Dave to feel welcome, but then spending too much time alone would make people question. “But maybe we could sit together at lunch? With the rest of the Glee kids, I mean.”

“That’d be nice, but Ms. Pillsbury wants to see me during lunch so I can readjust to McKinley.” He shrugged. “At least for the first week.” His sigh materialized in the prickly winter air, and Kurt turned and walked away with nothing else to say.

“Oh, wait! I nearly forgot,” Dave exclaimed, stopping Kurt in his tracks. He dug in his backpack, pulling out a giant box of chocolates in the shape of a heart. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Kurt blushed. “Oh! Wow. Thanks, Dave.” He turned the box over in his hands and chuckled. “Now, I feel bad. I didn’t get you anything.”

“That’s okay. Just keep being a great friend.”

Kurt nodded and turned on his heels, walking the rest of the distance to the front doors and trying his best to calm his queasy stomach. It felt awful, lying to Dave. Maybe , he thought, I could just tell him the truth and face the humiliation. He could go to prom with Dave, choke down his feelings for one night to please him.

All of that flew out of the window when he saw Blaine.

Kurt appreciated Blaine’s attractiveness when he was up close, but it was somehow easier to spot further away: a tiny waist and broad shoulders, red jeans so snug they should be illegal, the way he messed with his bowtie and subtly checked himself out in the mirror he put in his locker, and that gorgeous grin that spread across his face when they made eye contact. He was the brightest thing in McKinley’s dull halls.

“Hey.” His bowtie had tiny red hearts on it.

Blaine closed his locker and shuffled something in his arms behind his back. His face was flushed, and after a few awkward seconds, he choked out, “Happy Valentine’s Day!” and pushed a bouquet of roses into Kurt’s arms.

It took a second for the gesture to register, but when it did, Kurt absolutely melted. “Oh, my god, Blaine!” He pulled him into a tight hug, relishing in the smell of his hair gel and teakwood shampoo. “These are amazing!”

Blaine beamed. “Yeah?” He adjusted the straps of his backpack and muttered into Kurt’s ear, his warm breath tickling his skin, “I thought it’d be a good gift to kinda show off our relationship.”

Kurt nodded, even if his heart sank a bit. Maybe he was being stupid, but he wanted the roses to be for him , not the fake version. But of course, Blaine was acting after all. It was time for him to start, too.

He shuffled the roses into the crook of his arm and slid his other arm so it was interlocked with Blaine’s. This is just practice for my Tony Award-winning Broadway performance, he thought. And dammit if he wasn’t going to perform. With a voice much more animated and cheery than his own, he cooed to Blaine, “Walk me to class?”

It took Blaine a second to catch on. “But I always… Oh.” His hand went warm, and he plastered a mile-wide smile on his face. “Of course.” He offered out his hand, and Kurt accepted it gladly.

They walked the albeit short distance to the foreign language department quickly, but it felt like an eternity. Nobody seemed to spare them an extra glance. The bell was about to ring. Maybe he wasn’t as important at school as he had built up in his head.

“I’ll see you at lunch, okay?” Kurt said.

At the last minute, he kissed Blaine’s cheek, entering the classroom before he could see Blaine’s shocked face.

—*—

“Guess what I saw in French today,” Tina said to Artie on her way to their AP calculus class. “Blaine walking Kurt to class.”

Artie glanced up at her briefly. “Okay? We’re doing that right now. So?”

“They’re obviously dating, that’s what!” Tina exclaimed. How could he be so blind? “Plus, he was holding a bouquet of roses all of first period with this silly grin on his face. Where else would he get those? They’re finally together!” Finally, she thought to herself. She and Sugar had been so close to locking them into the bathroom of Breadstix tonight until they came out holding hands.

“I don’t know if I believe you. They always act like that.” Artie stopped pushing himself just outside of the calculus classroom and pushed up his glasses. “I mean, it would be great if they were, instead of dancing around each other as they have been. Do you have any proof?” When she opened her mouth to respond, he added, “Roses don’t count. Those could be from anybody.”

Tina rolled her eyes and whipped out her phone. “Fine,” she groaned. “I’ll ask Finn. He has to know something.”

And so it began.

—*—

Kurt miraculously avoided all of the New Directions until lunch. Well, all of them but Sugar, who giggled at him all through their American History class, but that was how she usually acted. When the class ended, she pushed her heart-shaped sunglasses over her eyes and blew him a kiss before practically prancing out of the room. He didn’t think much of it then, but he questioned her actions well into his next period.

By the time he sat down next to Blaine at lunch, the rest of his friends could barely keep their cool.

“When did you guys finally start dating?” Tina’s voice burst from the others. There was a glint in her eye, and the rest of the New Directions quieted down for their response.

“Um…” Shit, Kurt thought. They hadn’t talked about this part yet. His first big test at being a good boyfriend and he was already failing.

“Well, I was the one who asked him,” Blaine interrupted. “So, I’ll tell the story. It isn’t that romantic or anything. We were at his dad’s shop after it closed because my car had been acting funny for a while, and this one didn’t want me driving back to Westerville in a messed up car. I had been trying to work up the nerve to ask him out for a while. So, I just blurted it out. And Kurt sat up so fast that he banged his head on the front bumper. I was freaking out, but he just laughed and told me that he’d love to go out with me.” Blaine finished with the smallest of shrugs—a shrug!—and looked over at Kurt. He could only nod along as a confirmation.

That seemed to be enough for the group. Tina had to melt into Mike’s arm to prevent herself from squealing too loud, and Rachel beamed in their direction. It even made Santana crack a smile.

“Damn, Lady Lips. I didn’t even see the bruise on your forehead. How’d you cover it up so well?” she asked.

“Lots of concealer,” he laughed shakily. He was reeling with Blaine’s lie. It was so well constructed, right off of the top of his head, too. That was what acting was all about; Blaine was a natural.

“Oh, by the way, guys! Don’t forget about the party of the century at Breadstix!” Sugar cheered, and Kurt and Blaine’s moment in the sun passed. He exhaled while his friends focused on their plans for later that day.

—*—

Since they didn’t have any formal classes together in the first half of the day, Kurt and Mercedes always walked to Glee together. Fake boyfriend or not, that wasn’t going to change. They exchanged the latest gossip and plights of their classes. It was a tradition Kurt would be upset to lose when they graduated in the next few months.

“...And now I have to sing with him tonight, and I don’t mind because it’s for Santana and Brit, but it’s just so… Earth to Kurt! You listening?” Mercedes waved a hand in his face, and when Kurt looked at her, she smirked.

“I’m so sorry, Cedes,” Kurt sighed, closing his locker. “I’ve been so wrapped up with my own mess, I haven’t been able to help you through yours.”

Mercedes looked like she had more on her mind, but after a few seconds, she shook her head. “It’s okay. This whole Karofsky situation is crazy!” she exclaimed. “I saw him talking to Blaine after fourth period today.”

“What?” Kurt squeaked. “Did you hear what it was about?”

“No. It seemed relatively calm,” she said, looping her arm through his as they walked to the choir room. “I would ask him about it, though. You never know with Karofsky.”

“He’s not like that anymore; he’s different,” Kurt argued.

“You keep saying that, Kurt, and I'm trying to see it.” Mercedes brushed her hair away from her face. “But it’s hard to forget everything he’s done.”

Kurt thought of Karofsky in sophomore year, how afraid he was of the tall football player. He was terrified to be caught in the halls with him because it didn’t matter if they were empty or full of people. No matter what he did, nobody would help him. And now, he saw Dave for what he really was: a scared kid with no one to turn to, a few degrees away from what Kurt had been a few short years ago. He was aware that he had all of the power in their new friendship, and he was determined to use it for good.

The choir room was loud with chatter. Finn had Rachel in his lap, showing her how to use the drum set. Santana was laughing with Artie and Brittany, and Mercedes broke off to join them. Blaine looked up from his probably very nerdy conversation with Sam, eyes gleaming, and waved him over.

“Hey.” He slid into his seat next to Blaine near the top of the risers. “Are you okay? Mercedes told me Dave was talking to you today.”

Blaine shrugged. “I’m fine.”

“Blaine…” He knew how he had a tendency to keep things in, especially if they were bad. If their whole fake dating scenario was going to work, Kurt knew they had to tell each other the truth.

“It was nothing. I promise!” Blaine turned and grinned, but Kurt saw uneasiness in the way his back hunched. He’d have to talk to Dave when he got the chance.

They were nestled together like an old married couple, their friends would frequently say, when Mr. Schue strolled in and clapped his hands.

“Hey, guys! How’s Valentine’s Day going for you all?”

Most of the couples nodded or cuddled close together in response. Kurt turned when he felt a head on his shoulder, but when the familiar scent of raspberry hair gel filled his nose, he relaxed at the touch. He noticed Mercedes and Sam glance at each other before turning away, both looking solemn. Jesus… He really had missed a lot. Hopefully, he could talk to her before the party that night, he thought. It would be nice to worry about something other than his own problems for a bit.

“Thanks again to Sugar—” Mr. Schue gestured to her, who blew kisses at the rest of them as she picked through a bag of candy hearts, “—for renting out Breadstix for the night.”

“So, as you all know, Valentine’s Day is about love. And the majority of songs are love songs! Now, I asked you all earlier this week to come up with a love song to sing. To your partner, your friends, anyone. Would anyone like to go first?” 

There were a few murmurs in the risers. Kurt had his prepared. He had arranged an acoustic version of The Temptations’ song “My Girl” as a tribute to his mom and all of the other girls in his life who meant something to him. But that was before the whole being-asked-out-by-Dave thing. Now that he and Blaine were an item, the whole thing didn’t read well. And he couldn’t sing “My Girl” to a guy.

Tentatively, next to him, Blaine raised his hand. Mr. Schue grinned and took a seat in the audience as Blaine situated himself on the piano bench. Kurt stared at him with his eyebrows knitted together. He had never mentioned what he was singing.

“Hmm, I’ve got a crush on someone,” Blaine crooned. “Guess who.” Except nobody needed to guess. He tossed a wink to Kurt before focusing his entire attention on the piano.

“I’ve got a crush on you, sweetie pie, all the day and night time…”

It was like all of the air had been sucked out of the room. As Blaine continued singing, heads turned every so often to glance or—in Mercedes’ case—wink at Kurt. He felt his face flush.

He had never heard a man sing the song before. Now, he couldn’t imagine it any other way. Even though it was suited more for upbeat Top 40, Blaine’s voice floated through the sultry jazz song. His low notes made Kurt’s head swim. The fact he was singing to him , a love song at that? It was like his dream coming true.

But it wasn’t, he remembered. Despite his best wishes, all of it was fake.

Kurt tried his best to smile, but it was wobbly. He decided on just putting his head in his hands, giving off the image of an embarrassed boyfriend instead of a very conflicted friend.

“Alright, Blaine! That was amazing!” Mr. Schue cheered. “Who’s next?”

Finn hopped up shortly after and, with the help of Puck, performed a weepy version of “Hey There Delilah” for Rachel. Kurt was sure it was incredibly sweet, but he couldn’t hear anything but the rush of blood in his ears, couldn’t feel anything except for Blaine’s body heat radiating off of him.

—*—

The rest of the day moved by fast after that. Kurt didn’t run into Dave at all, but it wasn’t like he knew what to say in the first place. He waited in his car at the end of the day, relishing in the heat and pop music that floated in the air.

“My mom said thanks again for taking me home. She didn’t expect to be so busy,” Blaine said as he pulled himself into the passenger seat. “Long day, huh?”

“The longest,” Kurt frowned. “You never mentioned you were singing Ella Fitzgerald today.”

“I’m sorry. I must have forgotten,” Blaine said nonchalantly. 

Kurt nodded. He did push the whole fake dating scheme pretty hard. He would have forgotten, too, if the roles were reversed.

Kurt backed out of his parking spot and made it onto the highway. Usually when he drove Blaine home, they listened to Broadway music or the pop songs on the radio the entire way to Westerville. The music stayed low today. A lot on both of their minds, if he had to guess.

They passed the “Welcome to Westerville!” sign, and not too long after that, they pulled into Blaine’s expensive neighborhood. It never failed to amaze Kurt how large some of the houses in Westerville were, how meticulously the yards were cut and the gardens kept. It was never something he or Blaine brought up, money. And Blaine never made him feel bad about his family having less of it. None of that mattered to them.

Kurt pulled up beside the Anderson house and stopped.

“Thanks for the drive,” Blaine said like he always did. He hopped out of the car, leaned against the open window, and grinned. “I’ll see you tonight, boyfriend.”

Kurt’s stomach flip flopped. How was he just allowed to say that? “I’ll see you,” he returned. Blaine smiled as a response before disappearing into his house. Kurt drove home in silence.

—*—

“Hey, Dad! How was your day?” Kurt called as he stepped into his house and set his backpack on the floor. Knowing his dad, he was probably sitting in front of the TV.

“It was good. Not that many customers, so I let everyone go home early,” he replied. 

Kurt nodded. He knew there was something else on his dad’s mind.

“So, you and Blaine, huh?” He continued to turn through the pages flippantly, but Kurt knew this was a conversation he had been wanting to have since Blaine came over to pick him up for dinner.

He rolled his eyes. He really didn’t need another lecture on sex and waiting for the right time or something equally as embarrassing. “Dad…”

“Just let me finish, okay, kid?” His dad took a deep breath before speaking again. “I’m just so damn happy you found someone who completes you like Blaine does. And I can see plain as day that you care a lot about him. I know the past few years haven’t been easy, but hopefully, one day, you’ll realize it was all worth it. Besides, I never liked that Alex guy all too much.” His wink is followed by a hard sniffle, and Kurt wrapped his arms around his dad, not even caring about the possible stains on his clothes.

No matter how hard he tried to forget about it, a huge knot was building in his stomach, and now it threatened to unravel. Lying to his friends was hard enough, and lying to himself about his feelings for Blaine was difficult, too. But lying to his dad? That was the nail in the coffin.

He swallowed the lump in his throat before it dissolved into tears. “Thanks, Dad.”

Read on Fanfiction.net https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14074920/1/The-Prom-Us

or read on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/38445661/chapters/96577836#workskin

The Next chapter will be posted on Wednesday. Thanks to Teddyshoney for editing this. Check out more of NotYourDayDreams' work on AO3.https://archiveofourown.org/users/notyourdaydream/pseuds/notyourdaydream

[sevendeadlymorons]

hi there!! first i gotta say trust I love your work sm!! and I've seen some of your angsty or atleast angst-ish works,, love em!! angst runs in my blood so I'm wondering if I could request some angst? Like,, maybe mc missing their own siblings and feels homesick and jealous of the brothers and maybe dislikes them for it because they brought the mc there??? when they could be w/ their sibs instead?? plus points that they use mammon as their stress reliever and all that- sorry if its confusing!!

Hello! Thank you so much, I’m happy that you love my work 🥰

I been looking forward to this one~ time to pull an uno reverse on the boys and hate them instead~

Oh and I kinda made this a fic type thing with all the brothers’ different parts because my brain wouldn’t let me figure out how to make it a HC lmao idk I’m dumb this came out kinda shit whoops

MC Hating the Brothers for Taking Them Away From Their Siblings

WARNING: Angst

—————————————

You woke up in a strange place in a large strange room, the heat unbearable as you peer up to see 7 powerful looking men sitting in front of you, staring down at you. They introduce themselves, each looking at you in threatening ways making you feel unwelcome in your surroundings.

They eventually show you to your room after telling you all the rules, but you soon felt something missing... your siblings. Where were they...? You couldn’t remember a thing when you woke up but now it was all flooding back. They took you away from them, from your home. You were alone and you immediately wanted to leave, but you knew the eldest brother, Lucifer, told you that you couldn’t until the year was up...

The days pass by and you watch them all live their daily lives, just a bunch of happy brothers going about their day. You despised them all so much for bringing you here and one look at their faces made you miss home and you could barely look them in the eye after only a few days living there.

Lucifer was one of the brothers that would constantly check up on you to make sure you were alright after refusing to leave your room. He pissed you off the most. He pisses you off because he didn’t acknowledge his brothers like he was supposed to as the older brother. You watch him every single day, a new punishment towards the second eldest, Mammon, a new way to ignore them all and ridicule them. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for them honestly.

He took you away from your siblings. You don’t have them around anymore so the least he could do was be civil with his brothers. You despise him and you make sure he knows that. You end his calls, ignore him at RAD, dodge him when you’re at the house, but he just keeps trying to talk to you. You yell at him to leave you alone, sometimes begging him to take you back as well. You just want to be with your family, not here, here isn’t home...

Mammon was the demon assigned to help you at your time in Devildom but every time you looked at his face it filled you with both sadness and disgust. His attitude towards you made you miss the comfort you felt at home and you quickly learnt to hate him and avoid him whenever possible, even at the house. You can’t stand the way he’s so happy around his brothers and it just made you miss home even more.

After a while, realising he just wouldn’t leave you alone, he became a target. Your go to stress relief when you needed to let go of some inner rage. You’d curse at him, using words that he’d call you until you soon acted like how his brothers do towards him. You enjoyed watching his smile turn into a frown though and he’d then turn to leave you, letting you miss your family in peace as you think about how much he deserves the pain for taking you away from your siblings.

Leviathan was a complete shut in. He mainly left you alone apart from the few days where you’d bump into him in the corridor and he’d curse you out just for existing. You slowly began to develop a strong hatred towards him and the way he treated his brothers. He treats them like dirt, insulting his older brother and acting like he’s so smart compared to all his other siblings. It pissed you off.

He was honestly such an easy target after figuring out his whole personality. You used his insecurities against him, insulting him and watching him storm off from you after his voice begins to break and small tears form in his eyes. He deserves it. Maybe he should learn to treat his brothers with respect. After all, you’d do anything to see your siblings again. You so badly wanted to go home that it was hard to not tease and abuse Levi every single time you saw him.

Satan was quiet and the most tolerable one, but that didn’t stop you from despising his smart arse attitude towards his older brother, Lucifer. His constant complaining and pure hatred towards him ticked you off and you found yourself ignoring him and giving him the cold shoulder. He wasn’t particularly a person you could manipulate and control like Mammon and Levi but making him angry and causing trouble for the other brothers sure made you feel new found joy.

You mess with his emotions, tampering with his insecurities until he’s at his breaking point and he shuts down, going on a rampage and losing it when his brothers interfere. You couldn’t stand how he finds himself superior to his brothers. He deserves this. You just want to be at home with your family, laughing with your siblings like he laughs with his. He deserves everything coming to him.

Asmodeus was a kind of irritating that you couldn’t exactly ignore since he was always sticking his nose into your business. You hated him off the bat, watching him every single day as he gets to hold his brothers and talk to them and laugh and you just couldn’t because he took you away from them.

You’d start to ignore him, dodging him and subtly insulting him whenever you could. When he touched you, you shrugged him off and gave him a cold look, observing him as he recoils off of you. You hated him and you wanted him to know that. You would feed his insecurities, reminding him that not everybody likes him and you sure didn’t and never would. You liked seeing him hurt emotionally and he sure made it easy to hurt him alright. But in truth, you didn’t care, he truly deserves it.

Beelzebub was easy to hate truthfully. His blatant affection towards his family made you sick and you learnt to hate him out of pure envy. You hated how he laughs with his brothers, held them and acted all nice with them and then received affection back. You felt jealous that you couldn’t do that with yours and it just fed your longing to go home.

You’d take his food, avoid him and dodge him, even insult the way he eats and how much he eats. It was easy getting to his insecurities as he wasn’t exactly secretive about his past. It only took a few days and you were soon able to interfere with his head, leaving him walking away with his tail between his legs. You enjoyed watching such a large man turn into a puppy at your hands, becoming weak and insecure by your words and he deserves every single second of it for taking you away from your family.

Belphegor, ever since you stupidly saved him from the attic, has been on your nerves. Of course the murder incident has left you with an undying hatred towards him, but it was the way he treated his family as well. He was so rude and self centred, ignoring everyone and insulting everyone around him except his twin, Beelzebub. It pissed you off because if your siblings were with you right in that second you’d be cherishing them, holding them and laughing.

You made no conversation with him, ignoring his texts and attempts to take a nap with you and to make you forgive him. You stare at him in disgust, constantly making him remember every little detail that he did to you when he put his hands around your neck. You toyed with his mind, breaking him down little by little until he could barely stare you in the face and you liked watching it. Liked watching this strong demon be emotionally defeated by a mere human. All you wanted was to go home so now he has to put up with the insults in return.

[astonmartinii]

lemonade and star-crossed lovers, p1 (JJ Maybank)

Warnings: none yet, swearing? all core characters are aged up to 18, Rafe is 21. 

JJ Maybank x kook!reader (super super slow burn) (this will hopefully be a series) 

WC: 4.0k 

Growing up, Y/N always heard jokes about how the eldest daughter was just the mum in a different font. She never used to believe it, but that was when she had present and dedicated parents. Now, it just seemed that with every addition to the Miller family, the less interested Kevin and Julie Miller became. 

So here Y/N was, practically a mother to her three younger siblings. 

Dylan is only a year younger than Y/N but is no less of a hassle, especially when his useless friends decide to crash at their place. But considering they had the most hectic house of Dylan’s friendship group, the Miller household was usually the last option. 

Then there’s Anderson, he’s in his rebellious phase currently, getting to that point where he’s figured out that acting out could maybe get the attention of his parents. Though Y/N wasn’t sure how well his plans were working out. 

Peach is the youngest and practically attached to Y/N’s hip. To an untrained eye, Y/N often looked like a teen mum as she took Peach with her to the grocery shopping. In fact, Y/N was sure that if the kooks in Figure Eight didn’t know her family, they’d sneer at her with the same ignorance that clouded their entire lives. 

Y/N woke up glad - it’s the last day of school. Summer break looms. The idea of boneyard keggers and hot (but equally clueless) tourons, excited the girl. But she knew her summer reality would be looking after Peach, bailing Anderson out of jail and swatting away the affections of Dylan’s stupid friends. 

—————————————

Dylan is already awake when Y/N comes knocking, taking extra close care to his hair. 

“Oh, you’re up,” Y/N said, moving to ruffle his hair and grab the empty plate on his bedside cabinet. 

“Jesus, fuck Y/N, was that really necessary?” 

“Hey maybe if you spent more time on assignments than your hair you wouldn’t have to take so many summer classes - oh yeah, mum might not remember, but I do, and you will be going.” 

“But it’s summer, surely it’s a violation to my human rights to go to school.”

“I’m sure you’ll survive, and maybe when you finally pass this year, you’ll thank me. Breakfast in 10.” 

Dylan just flips his sister off, going back to admiring himself in the mirror. 

Y/N next goes to Peach’s room to find her awake and rummaging through her draws. 

“Hey, princess, what are you thinking for the last day? Third grade finished already, you’ll be my age soon, wheeling me into the retirement home.” 

Peach erupts into giggles, pulling out a little pink summer dress and grabbing her pink sandals to complete the ensemble. 

“All pink, we love. Breakfast in 10, alright, don’t want you to be late for the last day.” 

Anderson’s room is last, Y/N doesn’t bother knocking on her parent’s door. Kevin is probably already down on Judy - his beloved boat. The room is typical of a 14 year old boy, it stunk, his weed paraphernalia was badly hidden and there was a lump of pillows under the cover instead of a boy. 

Shrugging, Y/N picked up the dirty mugs in his room and moved downstairs. She’d been awake nearly an hour now but was still unsure of what to make for breakfast. Opening the fridge gave her the only possible answer, leftover pizza from the previous night and maybe a porridge pot, though considering there were only two siblings to account for, it would do. 

Dylan and Peach joined her in the kitchen shortly after, each taking a slice or two of pizza. 

“No Anderson and pizza for breakfast? Watch out, we'll be calling CPS as soon as we’re outside.“ 

“You don’t know where the bug is? Why does that boy insist on giving me early onset cardiac issues?” 

“Don’t take it too to heart, I’m sure he’ll turn up by the second period.” 

“Okay, go to school now. Dylan, are you okay to drop Peach off, I’ll pick her up.” 

Dylan nods and ushers the youngest out of the door and to his car. Y/N lets out a sigh when she sees them leave the driveway and makes her way to the back door. Through the sliding door she can see her dad, Kevin on Judy instructing John B, the kid who worked on the boat, what to do. Y/N puts two slices of pizza on a plate and grabs an apple and ventures out to the dock. 

“Morning Y/N.” 

“Morning, John B, can I interest you in an apple? It’s all we have I’m afraid.” 

“No worries, any breakfast is breakfast when you’re a pogue.”

“Oh John B, you know I don’t believe in all that sub-par class warfare bullshit.” 

“Of course you don’t, but that’s very easy to say when you’re on the other side.” 

“Touche.” 

Y/N doesn’t say anymore, but moves to give her dad his breakfast. She liked John B and hoped he didn’t see her like the other kooks. Sure Rafe Cameron frequented her house, but she’s nothing like him. 

“Thanks, squirt.” 

Despite the nickname, Kevin was absent as ever, not moving to look at her. 

“You’re children are off to school, don’t worry.” 

Silence. 

“Oh thank you Y/N, I really don’t know what we’d do without you! You’re such a gem, you’re really unappreciated and we don’t deserve you! Thanks dad, I really needed to hear that. Are you coming later?”

“Where?” Kevin grunted, with pizza in his mouth. 

“My graduation? Did you forget that was today?” 

The awkward silence was enough of an answer for Y/N. 

“Sorry squirt, I promised to go to the mainland to pick something up for your mother.” 

With that, Y/N stormed off Judy, towards the house and into her room. When she sat down on her bed she could think about what just happened. She knew her parents didn’t care about her, but missing their first child’s graduation for a small errand to the mainland? 

Now that the house was quiet again, she could get ready - she was graduating today and as valedictorian she wants to look her best. Julie, her mum, is in Washington on some mysterious job venture, Y/N wasn’t told until she came down in the morning a few days ago and saw Julie with her suitcases. She guessed that one positive of her parents’ absenteeism is her ability to steal Julie’s expensive jewelry to wear. 

Y/N looked in the mirror, she did clean up nice when she wanted to. Her lengthy hair is in a half-up, half-down style, with minimal makeup and a red knee-length dress. The dress hugged her figure and complemented her graduation gown perfectly. Too bad none of her family would be there to see it. She knew deep down that Peach and Dylan would’ve attended if possible, and Anderson would maybe even make an appearance, especially if there was food involved. 

Y/N put her matching red heels on and grabbed her cap from her closet. After one final look in the mirror and putting her printed speech into her bag, the young girl made her way down the stairs. 

To her surprise, none other than John B sat in her kitchen drinking a glass of water. 

“You clean up nice kook,” said John B, a smug smirk on his face. 

“Thank you, John. Don’t you have graduation today?” 

 “Eh, yeah. I’m just going for the food though, school isn’t really my thing…” John B looked closer at her cap. “I’m practically the opposite to you Miss Valedictorian”. 

“Hmm, well at least someone in this house noticed, thank you John B. I’m going now, I didn’t notice your van out front, you need a lift to yours?” 

“Is that really on your way, wouldn’t want Miss Valedictorian to be late to her own event, you got a speech ready?” 

“I do as a matter of fact, but I want to be just on time, minimise the time people have to ask about the whereabouts of my parents. So, do you want a lift or not?” 

“Sure thing, Miss Valedictorian.” 

Y/N doesn’t acknowledge the nickname, but secretly loved it, it was a joke, but at least someone was appreciating her achievements. Peach would, she knows, but she’s not really at the point of understanding what it means and the others really are wildcards.

She led John B out to her small car, a baby blue Beetle. The boy smiled at her choice in car, 

“I’m sure that a kook like you could afford better than this.”

“Don’t insult Shelby in her presence, weren’t you ever taught manners? Now get it and give me directions.” 

The drive was fun, not that John B would tell Y/N that. He enjoyed her music choice, Mac Miller blasting from her speakers and the windows were fully rolled down, damned be her hair. 

Y/N neared the chateau and came to a stop. There were a few people sitting on the porch, looking over in confusion. 

“Yo, what’s with the kook-mobile, John B?” The blonde yelled from his seat on the beaten-up couch. 

When John B only turned to Y/N to say thank you, the interest peaked on the porch. The little gang of pogues moved towards the car. 

“John B, I didn’t realise your job came with a taxi service, why did I have to drop you off this morning?” The blonde, once again. 

“Lay off JJ, this is Y/N Miller, she’s the daughter of Kevin, the guy whose boat I work on. She’s on her way to her graduation and offered me a lift.” 

“Since when are kook graduations on the Cut?” The other boy interjected. 

Y/N decided to speak up, “if I knew an act of kindness would cause so much strife, I’ll just let you walk home next time. Now, I do have somewhere to be, so it was nice to see you, John B. I'm sure I’ll see you again this week.” 

“Bye Miss Valedictorian, good luck with your speech,” John B said, getting out of Shelby. 

“You’re the valedictorian?” Kiara finally spoke, face shocked. 

“Yeah, surprising what happens when you show up for school right?” Y/N snapped, angrier than she intended. 

“Oh yeah, sorry. I guess I thought that maybe Sarah would get it, especially if Ward has anything to do with it.” Kiara grimaced, she didn’t mean to offend the Miller girl. 

“You can’t buy the valedictorian title, well I’m sure you could, but not to flex, but my grades were miles better. If we’re being really ironic though, Ward technically does pay for the valedictorian,” Y/N said with a smile, not meaning to brandish her academic success in their faces. 

A chorus of “huhs?” from the pogues surrounding her car told Y/N that they weren’t catching her drift. 

“I’m Ward Cameron’s assistant. Sorry, I didn’t make that very clear.” 

“You have a job, but you’re a kook?” the blonde, JJ, said. 

“Yes, blondie, some of us do have to look out for ourselves, didn’t your parents tell you not to judge a book by its cover. I’ll see you around. Bye John B.” 

Y/N backed out of the road, heading back to Figure Eight, with her graduation starting in 10 minutes, she had massively overstayed her welcome at John B’s. If she weren’t so busy, Y/N always thought she’d like to be friends with John B and his crew, they had an unmistakable family bond that Y/N craved. She loves her siblings but they are still grappling with the idea of give and take, mainly fixating on the taking aspect. 

Y/N pulled up to school, and took out her phone, dropping a text to Anderson pleading with him to at least make it to two classes today. Even with her phone safely away in her bag, Y/N couldn’t quite bring herself to get out of the car. Happy families surrounded her everywhere she looked, she couldn’t handle the stares when she walks in alone. Well, it’s now or never she says to herself. 

Walking isn’t as bad as she suspects, Mr Morgan, her English teacher, meets her at the door and takes her to her seat, explaining the mechanisms of the ceremony and when she’ll make her speech.  

The hall, however, is the reminder that Y/N was dreading. The two seats she had booked for her parents sat empty, standing out like a sore thumb in the packed hall. She made her way to the student section with her head down. However, before Y/N could sit she was apprehended by an excitable Sarah Cameron. 

“Y/N! Hi! I heard you’re valedictorian, well done! I don’t know how you managed, with all the work and your siblings, you really are amazing.” 

“Thanks, Sarah.” 

The words sting, despite their pure intentions. She’s a kook, she shouldn’t have to work, and she should have parents who care for her and her siblings, but some things just aren’t meant to be, clearly. Y/N sat in her assigned seat and willed the ceremony to go fast, though she wasn’t looking too forward to her speech. The diversion to the chateau meant that Y/N had no time to look over it again. 

The ceremony started and the hall quietened down. Principal Stoney started her opening speech, basking in the spotlight when the hall door bursts open and interrupts. In the doorway stands Anderson. His hair is disheveled and the clothes are torn, probably from the nightly activities with the skateboard he held in his hand. The boy scanned the hall, eyes falling on the empty seats with the name Miller and then Y/N herself. He gives her a small wave and pushes past the Figure Eights families to the seats. 

Principal Stoney just restarts, a slight bewildered look on her face. 

When it was time for her speech, Y/N didn’t even feel real, like she floated to the stage and was possessed. Her speech went well from what she could gather, Mr Morgan gave her a thumbs up and Anderson hollered, much to the dismay of the families around him. But he was even worse when she received her diploma. 

As families spilled onto the field for fancy food and photo opportunities, Y/N wrangled Anderson to the side before he could raid the food stalls. 

“Anderson, what the fuck? First you didn't come home last night and then crash my graduation?” 

“Hey, I’m sorry about last night, me and the boys got carried away skating and I crashed on Oscar’s couch. I’m sorry, I should’ve called. And as for now, you think I’m going to let my smart-ass VALEDICTORIAN sister graduate without anyone being here to holler? You’re dead wrong.” 

The sentiment fills Y/N’s heart with joy and tears threaten to spill. Anderson’s never been good with feelings, it was nice to know that he did care. 

“Mum and dad can go fuck themselves, if they don’t see how great you are then they’re blind.” 

“Thanks, bug. It means a lot. Now don’t eat too much, people are probably already annoyed that you’re here.” 

Anderson shrugs, he couldn’t care less what they thought, he was here to eat and show off his sister. 

“Congratulations Y/N!” 

The voice of Y/N’s boss, Ward Cameron, was easily identifiable. Y/N puts on her confident face and turns to see the whole Cameron brigade, minus Wheezie. 

“Thank you, Mr Cameron.”

“You know, I just don’t know how you get it done, working for us and dealing with your siblings…” Rose says, the last part fading out as she watches Anderson walk back to his sister with his arms piled high with fancy horderves. 

“It’s tough, yeah, but what wouldn’t you do for your family?” 

“Of course, of course, sorry for any implications, where is the old man, I know Julie is off on business, but Kevin has to be proud, I didn’t see him in the hall?” Ward’s voice feigned sincerity, but the Miller siblings saw right through it. Before Anderson could respond, Y/N replied. 

“Dad is also doing business on the mainland, at the last minute. He’s devastated, really,” it's not convincing, even to her. Y/N can tell she hasn’t convinced the Camerons either. Sarah gives her a sad look, Rose attempts to mirror her step-daughter but fails, Ward looks slightly smug, like he’s trying to hide it but Rafe doesn’t even try to hide it like his dad, a massive smirk on his face. 

“What are your plans for the summer Miller?” Y/N is surprised when it’s Rafe who asks the question. 

“Well, I’ll be working for your dad, if he’ll have me, I still have my volleyball coaching in the tourist season and there’s never a dull moment with these around,” Y/N puts her arm around Anderson. 

Looking for a quick exit, she looks at her watch. 

“Oh, if we go now, you can still catch your last two periods. Kids, am I right?” She gestures at Rose and Ward, “we’ll be off now, I’ll see you next week?” 

The Camerons nod as Y/N pulls Anderson away and towards the car park. But before they can fully escape, they’re stopped by Mr Morgan. 

“You think you can leave without a photo and a proper goodbye, I didn’t think you were that kind of girl, Miller.” 

“Of course not, Mr Morgan, here,” she hands Anderson her phone, “take a picture please.” 

Anderson does so, taking about 50 at once. 

“Okay, okay, let's get one of you two, you can’t not have a proper graduation picture, especially not when you’re valedictorian.” 

Mr Morgan takes the phone and smiles at the siblings. When the impromptu photoshoot ends, Y/N is glad, despite it pushing back her escape. 

“Y/N, on a serious note, you are always welcome in my classroom, you’ve been a pleasure, and don’t tell anyone, but you were my favourite. And you, I hope you’ll be just as good next year sir,” he says turning to Anderson, “although considering you’re here and not in class doesn’t bode well.” 

“Thank you, sir, really. But you are completely right, and that’s why we’re bouncing now, so he can get two at least two periods.” 

Mr Morgan smiles at the two when they start to run to the car. He’s always felt sad for the eldest Miller, and her parents absence did not go unnoticed. 

------------------------------------------------

“I’ll see you later, I know you guys will probably crash a kegger, but at least come home before you go?” 

“Yeah, yeah, okay, who knows maybe I’ll see you there?” 

Anderson laughs and gets out of the car, he knows his sister won’t especially when Peach will be home. Y/N watches him go into the building and stays a couple minutes to make sure he doesn’t sneak back out when he thinks she’s gone. 

But Y/N barely gets time to breathe, as she’s down to the elementary school to pick up Peach. The girl in all pink is waiting with a gaggle of friends and shrieks when she sees the blue car. 

“Y/N! Y/N! I got the “most improved” in drama!” 

Y/N opens the door and picks up Peach, spinning her round and congratulating her. 

“Well done, bubs. This calls for a celebration, it’s the first day of summer and the boys won’t be out for another couple of hours - what do you want to do?”

Peach doesn’t even need a second to think. 

“Lemonade stand!” 

Huh? Y/N was prepared for an answer closer to maybe a princess party or surfing lessons, but a lemonade stand? 

“Are you sure?” 

“You said we could do whatever I want!” 

“Okay, okay, let’s go then we’ve got a lot to do.” 

Satisfied with getting her way, Peach got in the car and demanded that the next stop was the craft store. 

-------------------------------

The next 90 minutes were gruelling. Peach spared no expense, Y/N was lucky that she still had the credit card Julie gave her. But she knew it would all be worth it. And it was. 

Peach chose a spot right in the middle of the beach and the stall was already making a profit. Y/N knew kooks just couldn’t resist the temptation to look good and what was better than giving a generous tip to a child’s lemonade stand? 

But with a successful kook-trap came the kook assholes. Namely Rafe, Topper and Kelce. 

“Three lemonades please. Apricot, right?” Rafe said with a smirk. 

“You know it’s Peach asshole.” 

“That’s a bad word, Y/N,” Peach mumbled, clearly upset about being called apricot of all things.

“Yeah that’s a bad word, Miller, you should listen to Apricot a little more.” 

“Maybe, you should listen to your college professors, oh wait, you dropped out, my bad, must be a bit of an open wound judging by the look on your face. I bet daddy wasn’t impressed.” 

“Excuse me, you bitch, how dare you talk to me like that.” 

“Run along, lap dog, we don’t need your money.” 

Rafe goes to say something but Topper and Kelce hold him back. 

“Bro, don’t get it shit with your pops over a fucking lemonade,” Topper warned. 

With a final “fuck off”, Rafe Cameron stalked away to his car, his gang of cowards following, but not without Topper placing a crisp $20 bill in the tip jar. Peach mumbled and thank you and Y/N just nodded to Topper, too tired to say anything more. 

And if her afternoon couldn’t get any worse, the prickly blonde from this morning strolled over to the stand. 

“I’ll have four lemonades please.” 

Peach gasped and accepted his money right away, getting to work on the drinks. 

“I’ve seen many a kook-trap in my time, Miller, but not many operated by Kooks themselves. Impressive ingenuity.” 

“Thanks - JJ, was it? Peach here won “most improved” in her drama class and this is what she wanted to do in celebration” 

“Cute, Miller, didn’t take you as a softy earlier.” 

Peach announces that she’s finished with the pogue’s drinks, he puts another $5 in the tip jar and grabs the drinks. 

“Miller, there’s a kegger at the boneyard tonight, wanna come? I’m sure at least one of your brothers will crash.” 

“Sorry JJ, someone’s gotta look after the little one, maybe another time, if you can stand being around a kook for that long.” 

“I think I can make an exception, especially if they look like you Miller,” he winks, “boneyard tonight, if you change your mind.” 

Y/N blushed, but she knew she couldn’t, she couldn’t leave a nine year old at home, even if Kevin was there, there was no guarantee that Peach would be fed and given adequate attention. 

“He’s pretty, you should go.” 

“Peach, honey, you know I can’t, I can’t leave you at home.” 

“But I could go to Jenny’s, she’s having a sleepover tonight, I forgot to ask earlier, I got too excited about the lemonade stand.” 

“Okay, you can go to Jenny’s, but promise not too much candy?”

“Only if you promise to go with him tonight.” 

Peach was proving to be just as mischievous as her brothers. 

“Okay fine.” 

“Go tell him then.”

“Huh?” 

“I won’t believe you unless you go tell him now that you'll be there!”

 Y/N groans, but gets up to follow the blonde. As she nears, she shouts, 

“Hey JJ! I’ll be there tonight, at the boneyard, I’ll be there.” 

“Didn’t take too long for you to change your mind then, am I just that irresistible?” 

“No? What? Of course not! It’s just Peach - she’s a master manipulator, and she’s only nine!”

“Sure, Miller, if that’s what you want me to believe, I’ll see you later, sweetheart.”

Y/N turned, she should cringe, but she finds herself blushing as she walks back to Peach. 

“Don’t say anything, missy, you’ve done enough, let’s pack up and get you ready for Jenny’s. You young ones are such troublemakers, damn.”  

A/N: I am not American, so I hope that the graduation stuff makes sense, from someone who has no real clue what happens there lol