#tell me why careless whisper started playing

[m4ctavish]

alejandro vargas — marry me?

masterlist.

pairing : alejandro vargas/gn! reader

desc : have you ever wanted to propose to your boyfriend while on the battlefield?? well, i’ve got just the thing for you!

a/n : whoever requested this, i love you. also, 1. ¿hablas en serio ahora? = are you serious right now? 2. tu seras la muerte para mi. = you’ll be the death of me.

a loud crash sounded out, dust flying high in to air and whipping in to your face as a building in front of you came tumbling down. there’s a distant explosion accompanied by a muffled,“grenade out!” there’s a helo not too far out that you can hear, alongside a convoy that’s hopefully there to help you out.

you’re propped up against a rock, small bits and pieces landing in your lap as a bullet zips by just inches above where you’re sitting. you’re nursing a gunshot wound right now, hands stained with blood as you try to keep pressure on it. it’s nothing fatal though, having missed anything vital and cutting clean through. and while you’ve been better, you’ll take your victories where you can.

alejandro isn’t too far from you, having been the one to drag you to cover when you went down. he’s crouched behind a rock adjacent to you, occasionally peeking over and around to provide some cover fire for the two of you and his people that are still out in the field. he spares you a few glances every few seconds to make sure you’re alright and still breathing.

there’s a multitude of things going through your mind right now but sitting here in this position with things blowing up in the distance, bullets flying in every which direction, trying to keep yourself from bleeding everywhere with limited resources, you find yourself itching to ask alejandro something. something important to the future of you both. the two of you’ve been together for some time now and well, your heart is already hammering in your ears and maybe it’s the adrenaline speaking but…

“alejandro, would you do me a favor?” you’re wincing as you turn to look at him, leaning on your right hand for support. there’s a pained smile playing on your lips.

it’s now or never and you’d much rather take your chances now than never be able to.

he turns to look at you almost instantaneously, quirking a brow in curiosity. “what do you need?” he’s almost expecting you to ask him to pick you up and carry you someplace safer, perhaps closer to where majority of the Vaqueros are.

“would you make me the happiest person on this battlefield right now and marry me?” you’re saying it so casually— like this was JUST something you’d ask your partner of many years on the battlefield. (was this a good idea? what if the two of you didn’t even get to have a wedding? did you even want a wedding?)

he laughs out a “what?” in disbelief. his brows are raised high and he’s looking at you like you’ve just said you’re not from this timeline. “¿hablas en serio ahora?" he almost thinks you’re fucking with him but the genuine (but pained) smile on your face tells him otherwise.

“as a heart attack, vargas.”

there’s a particularly loud boom nearby as another grenade goes off, scattering dust and sending rocks flying. a beat of silence follows from alejandro before he responds:

“tu seras la muerte para mi. yes, i’ll marry you.”

[ultimatetornshipper]

Meow

-u when we skip class but you still want praise

[soapsbaby]

Silly Spicy Call of Duty headcanons

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, König, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, John Price, Valeria Garza, all x reader Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI) Themes: All NSFW but very lighthearted, nothing particularly triggering but ask to tag! Word count: 750ish

These are just silly little headcanons about them, PLEASE if you have any like these send them to me i had such a blast writing them lol!!

Ghost

Sometimes his mask slips a little and he looks goofy as hell, you have to do your best to not laugh into his face because you know he won’t let that slide.

Uses British lingo sometimes. Has called your pussy a “fanny” before. Got mad when that made you giggle.

Once got so frustrated with trying to figure out how to operate one of your vibrators that he broke it. Was very apologetic and immediately ordered you another one afterwards.

Soap

He is clumsy as hell. Every time you have tried to fuck in a position that is anywhere near athletic, something goes wrong. It’s a miracle neither of you have broken your necks trying to get it on in the shower. He will always take the fall though, protecting you with everything he has and curling himself around you even if it means he will end up bruised or bleeding.

Makes a lot of typos when sexting, never notices. Called you “baby gorilla” once (you will never let him live that down).

Gets offended when you call him “Soap” in the bedroom. You know my name, what are you calling me that for? Dummy.

König

He doesn’t usually wear his balaclava under his mask when you have sex since it gets too sweaty but since his mask is pretty loose he will sometimes have to pft-ppf-tpftt when it gets stuck in his mouth. Has almost choked on his mask before.

Gets so flustered that he will just start sputtering nonsense. Has on several occasions been so out of it that he has messed up the nicknames you use for each other. “yes show me that I am your little babygirl, wait- no, you are… I am your boy… you’re… Wait, I’m sorry”. Not a gender or kink thing, which would of course be alright with you, just him being a dummy.

Is a bit of a crier and drooler sometimes which wouldn't be a problem except for the fact that he will sometimes accidentally waterboard himself in his mask and not tell you.

Gaz

Has called you mommy once and was mortified. Neither of you have really spoken about it but sometimes you will drop little hints around him to get him flustered.

Likes when you suck him off while he is playing video games but then gets too into the game and genuinely can’t help but get annoyed when he loses because you distract him.

Cpt Price

Is oblivious to any signs that you want him. Will go into Dad story telling mode and completely ignore the effect he is having on you until you grab him by the shirt and just tell him to fuck you.

Has a sex playlist called "sensual" with just the most cliché sex songs on it possible. Can unironically have sex to "Careless Whisper" and “Let’s get it on”.

Has given you rug burn with his beard before. 0/10 very unpleasant experience (you’d do it again, though).

Alejandro

Will say things that could be interpreted as sexist in the moment and then immediately get apologetic. Who’s my good slut? I mean… If you want to be. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to… Are you okay with that? Okay. Cool.

Will fuck you in uniform because he knows you’re into that and then get distracted by things he finds in his pockets like shopping receipts. 

Doesn’t care whether or not you understand him, he will speak Spanish to you.

Rudy

Gets tormented by you with new pet names every day. mí amor, I don't know what a Zaddy is. I don’t even know if that’s a good thing.

In the beginning of your relationship he was completely oblivious to most kinks. If you ever expressed anything out of the ordinary to you, he’d raise his eyebrows in confusion and say something like “what? why would anyone want that?” but was always open to trying anything. Now he is probably even more of a deviant than you are.

Valeria

Has this roleplay thing going on where you are a traitor to her cause and she discovers it and gets to “punish” you. You find it a little silly but it gets her super riled up so you play along.

Secretly loves to bottom and to be taken care of by you but would never tell you (you know anyway). Thinks she is being very good at hiding it (she is not).

[dcxdpdabbles]

Any new ideas for congratulations! It's triplets? Love the idea of Jason just freaking out and trying to figure out how to build a relationship with his kids while being made fun of by his family and said kids. Especially if he goes overprotective mode because Danny has clown trauma too and gets snagged by the joker

Jason watches as Danny- his son.- impatiently taps his fingers against the table. His boy's gaze was looking at everything, taking in the big fancy Wayne Mannor with a sort of disinterest he was not expecting of a child so young.

His sister and Brother- both with alarmingly similar names- were also disinterested, but Dani was swinging her legs, and Dan was tapping his spoon and fork against the table in a fast-paced drumming.

It's strange to know he would fidget a lot as a kid but he always resorted to finger tapping. Was the tripples little habit from him? He wonders what else they inherited and what he missed out on seeing.

"I don't understand," Jasmine said, overlooking the contract Bruce's lawyers wrote up. " Why would you want custody now? It's been five years."

"I didn't know." Jason swallows past the lump in his throat as she gives him an unimpressed stare over the paper. He feels Bruce place a hand on his shoulder, and the silent support allows him to continue. "If I have, I wouldn't have ever let them grow up without me."

"Jason doesn't want full custody," Tim cuts in with a soft voice that has tricked lesser men into selling their shares. He and the rest of his family are all sitting across from Jassmin Fenton, as she is carefully lured back to the manor to discuss their next step. "He just wants to be part of his kid's lives and would happily share that with you."

"Not telling him about the kids sort of played into that," Steph mutters tactlessly. Unfortunately, her voice carries, and the woman across from them bristles.

There is a tense moment where he thinks Jassmin is about to curse them all out before she sighs and slumps in her seat. "Well, it wasn't like I had a means to contact you when I found out. You gave me a fake name."

Jason winces. "I sort of forgot I told you my name was Petter."

"Wasn't a total lie" Dani chirps "It is your middle name."

Jasmine rubs her eyes. "Look, Jason, I don't want to stop you from seeing the kids, but this is all too much right now. I'm dealing with a lot right now-"

"You are currently homeless," Damian cuts in, causing Jasmine to stop in genuine bewilderment.

"No, we're not." Dan scoffs. "You were waiting for us at our house. Waiting to ambush us."

"The house that was on the street that Poison Ivy just destroyed," The boy says, showing everyone his phone screen. There, clear as day is, their home is nothing but rumble. Jasmine's face spams, and she quickly checks her phone, paling at what she reads.

"Oh, Ancients. It's gone. It's all gone," She whispers, gripping the phone. The three kids immediately stiffen, watching their mother with strange intensity. Too aware of what this means.

They were mature for their age, and that is never a good thing.

Oh gods. Did his children live on the streets? Had Jason's carelessness hurt his children like his parents have hurt him?

"Mom?" Danny asks and that seems to snap Jasmine out of her spirl.

"Hotel!" She gasps, hands shaking as she quickly starts tapping on her phone. Jason catches a glimpse of her screen and realizes she is making a to-do list. "I have to book a hotel room. Call the insurance company, go and try to salvage whatever we can....what else?"

"You can stay here, Fenton," Damian surprisingly offers. "Until your home is rebuilt"

"We couldn't possibly-"

"Hotels are expensive, and you must focus on other more important needs. Father certainly has the space."

Jason jerks into action. "This will also give me a chance to connect with the kids!"

Jasmine bites her lip, turning to her children. Jason could appreciate that she was willing to include them in big decisions. The three nodded, so she eventually sighs.

"Alright. But only until I can get our housing settled. And I'll pay rent"

Jason would argue but he recognized the look in her eye. She would not be sway from making payments. So he agrees, tapping his fingers on the table in a specific rhythm to make sure his family agrees too.

He knows it pains Bruce- the old man already thinks of the triplets as his grandchildren and the idea of charging them to live with him will kill him.

Jason notices the way Dan's eyes zero in on his tapping and the glance around the family members. He fights a proud grin when realization bleeds into his boy's eyes. He's got a smart one, likely aware of that the tapping is a form of Morse code.

Tim did say- after pulling up all files of the four- that his children had developed insane intelligence. Maybe he should get them tested for certification geniuses.

"Hey Mr. Jason," Dani suddenly speaks up.

"Yes Darling?"

"I suggest you remove your eyes from my mom before I remove them from your face." The little girl even punches her palm in a poor intimidation attempt. His heart melts.

Then his face turns a dark red hue at Jasmine's raised brow. Unwillingly flashes of thier last time being face-to face rise in his mind. He coughs awkwardly as his sons face become as protective as their sister, Dan cracking his knuckles and Danny reaching for a knife.

"Oh yeah" Tim deadpans watching the kids reaction "No need for DNA test. Those are definitely Jason's kids"

He agrees, he just hopes he can show his children he plans on sticking around and being the father they deserve.

No one notices Cass and Steph slip away to deal with Posion Ivy. Jason kinda wants to send her a thank you gift for making it possible to have his family move into the manor.

[luviwon]

BEGGING ON HER KNEES TO BE POPULAR 이희승

warning: public nudity and head, careless fuck boy heeseung, y/n in embarrassment situations, degradation

COMING BACK FOR MORE?

"Can you not keep your promise anymore, pretty girl?"

The tall, brunette guy wouldn't let you leave anymore. As much as you tried to get away from his arms, he was holding you way too tight. His worked out arms around your waist were making you feel small and powerless. He was strong, and he was taking advantage out of that.

"I thought we established something" he whispered into your ear, barely able to hear him through the loud music in the house.

You sighed to yourself, turning around in his arms and not breaking for even a second the eye contact between the two of you. As drunk as he must have been, he was still so beautiful. Not to your surprise, but it's been a while now since you had a thing for this guy. Even though he had no idea, but isn't that better?

You were not his type anyway.

"Alright, but not here. I don't want to have my breasts touched in the middle of a party"

The guy agreed with a smile on his face, more like a devil one. He let you guide him outside, to the garage you were hoping. From all the parties you've been to before, you didn't remember once there being people in the garage. So it was the perfect place to show your zesty chest to Heeseung.

"Here now" you whispered to yourself, starting to feel self-conscious. Was this right?

The brunette got closer, measuring your waist in his hands. His palms travelled their way up, making sure to pull up your shirt at the same time with them and have your perfect, round tits pop out in his face, yet still while wearing your black bra. It was actually one of your favourites, and that cause it was the most comfortable one you were owning. The design was hot too. It was kind of a see-throught piece, with floral texture, showing bits of your skin every here and there. However, they really did not miss revealing what's most important.

Your hardened nipples, unaware if because of the cold or because of his presence, were making a scene themselves. Heeseung didn't hesitate to use his pointing fingers to rub them through the piece of material, pressing hard against your chest. They were so pretty to him. He barely pulled down your bra a little bit, just to have them show on top of it.

Heeseung licked two of his fingers and started twisting one of your nipples, making you try not to start moaning. That was one of the sensitive spots, you could say. Crossing your legs, you did not oppose what he was doing. It was once in a lifetime experience. The boy kept playing with your nipples, not getting bored of them for even a second. It was like heaven for him.

He moved behind your back, holding your tits in his hands while pushing his lower body against yours. He was just dying to make you aware of what he was feeling like.

"Your pretty tits made me think of other things I want to do with you, princess"

Heeseung pressed his lips against your neck, sucking on the clear skin and leaving nasty marks all around. He walked the two of you outside, you feeling a shiver around your naked chest. You were wondering why you were now in the middle of the yard, but you doubted he'd even tell you. He didn't care enough to reassure you of anything.

"I want to push your pretty breast against my car window. I want to flex with that so much, baby"

Heeseung left another mark, but this time on the other side of your neck. He wanted to show you off? For a second, you felt like you could actually be his type and he'd actually be interested in you. But that's just an infantile quick reaction. How could he, right? Even though you were daydreaming about him so much, you would do anything to be his.

"You could" you whispered yet he heard.

He turned you around, making you face him. His face was all dark, probably because of the night, but you couldn't mistake that smirk for nothing. He was definitely thinking about it.

"I know you have a thing for me. No need to hide anymore."

You gulped as hearing that, your eyes pupils becoming bigger. You did not expect him to know. To his mind, no girl is important. He just uses them all. That's just how he was. So there was no hope in that.

"You see darling, we don't really match, but for this pair of tits..." he started, coming closer again and grabbing your boobs in his hands, squeezing them hard enough to make you whine inside your mouth "...I wouldn't mind taking you up here"

Heeseung let go of your breast, pushing you on the grass and have you falling on your back. He wished you would have fallen all the way, then those pretty legs will reveal something just as hot under that tight skirt.

"If you want me, try and win me, nerdy" he giggled, palming himself for a couple of seconds "It's all ready for you"

Were you actually going to give him head in front of the house where all of your friends were? Definitely. You would have never had another opportunity but this one. And as scared as you were that you'd be caught, it didn't even matter. At least you took Hee's dick inside your hungry mouth.

Heeseung is known to fuck around and change the dorms every weekends, and the rumour were spreading fast. Just like the rumours about his size, which were no joke. As you got on your knees and pulled down his trousers, his hard dick stood up in front of you, almost getting in your mouth itself. You felt scared as to how to do it. It was your first time, so you were not quite sure.

But fuck it, you needed to taste him already.

"Take it, already, bitch" he yelled, annoyed at your constant hesitation, even though it was only for a short time.

Your breasts still exposed in the cold were making you shiver, and the wet grass under your knees didn't help much either. But you had to do it now, otherwise it won't happen again. Heeseung will not give you his dick for free next time.

Anxiously you wrapped your lips around his dick, moving up and down, though barely making it half the way. You could already feel yourself gagging, making Heeseung smirk to himself. He was damn big. You used your hands to touch around his cock, holding his balls in your hands. Hee pushed your head down harder, you barely resisting.

He was so hard and difficult to control. If he knows there's something he wants to do, there is no little time for explaination. He will just do it.

"Force yourself to take me all"

Heeseung pushed his length all inside your mouth, reaching the middle of your throat, thrusting in and out while making you gag constantly. As much of a whore as you were for him, you couldn't do it. It was too much.

"On your knees to be popular...You suck, pretty, but you suck really badly"

Heeseung sighed at the view of you trying and failing, and left you alone in the grass, with your bra almost falling, on his way to find another girl dying to be his new whore.

[fruitjoos]

don’t you think you deserve it?

art donaldson x reader, patrick zweig x reader

summary: art’s playing snake between you and patrick. it’s obvious there’s a reason, so a confession is made.

warnings none

You and Patrick were in the middle of a slightly tense argument, one that had started as a lighthearted disagreement but quickly escalated. He had brought up a conversation he’d had with “a friend,” which quickly soured the mood. Patrick was feeling insecure, convinced that he wasn’t good enough for you, and no matter how hard you tried to reassure him, your words felt like they were bouncing off a wall. It wasn’t you he was listening to, it was this friend of his.

Frustrated, you asked who this so called friend was. Patrick hesitated before finally admitting it was Art. The revelation hit hard. You tried to explain that Art didn’t know what he was talking about, that Patrick needed to stop letting other people’s opinions poison his mind. But instead of understanding, it seemed like Patrick was defending Art, making excuses for why he’d take Art’s word over yours.

That was when you snapped. "If you're so willing to believe everything Art says over what I’m telling you, then maybe you two should be in a relationship instead."

The tension in the air lingered long after the argument died down, so later that evening, you set out to find Art. Unsurprisingly, you found him in the dining hall sitting with Tashi. You barely acknowledged her as you asked if you could talk to him alone. Tashi hesitated, giving Art a wary look, but eventually stood up and left the two of you alone.

Without warning, you smacked Art upside the head, fury bubbling over. “Where the hell do you get off telling Patrick he’s not good enough for me?”

Art, unfazed, rubbed the back of his head and sighed. "That’s not what I said. I told him you deserve better, and if he didn’t think he was that, that has nothing to do with me."

But his explanation did little to calm you, the damage already done.

Art’s casual tone only fueled your anger. You stepped closer, your voice trembling with emotion. "Do you realize what you've done? Patrick’s spiraling because of you. He’s questioning everything between us, and now he thinks I’m settling for him. All because of your careless words."

Art's face hardened, his usual laid-back demeanor shifting to something more serious. "I wasn’t trying to hurt him. Or you. But if he’s doubting himself that much, isn’t that something you should both face?"

"That’s not your call to make!" you shouted, fists clenched at your sides. "You don’t get to decide what’s good for our relationship. You don’t get to plant seeds of doubt in his head just because you think you know what's best for me."

Art's eyes flashed, his calm exterior cracking just a little. "I only said what everyone’s been thinking. You deserve someone who’s not afraid to be everything you need."

Your heart twisted painfully at his words, the weight of them settling in your chest like lead. You took a shaky breath, trying to hold back the storm of emotions threatening to break loose. "Why do you care so much?" The question slipped out before you could stop it, more vulnerable than you intended.

Art froze, his jaw tightening as he looked away for a moment, like he was weighing his response. Then, almost too quietly, he muttered, "Because I’ve seen him doubt himself for too long. And I’ve seen how you deserve someone who doesn’t need convincing to believe they’re enough for you."

His words hung heavy in the air between you, but there was something in his voice that made you pause. It wasn’t just about Patrick anymore, and the realization hit you like a punch to the gut.

"This is about you?" you whispered, scoffing. The accusation barely audible, but it made Art flinch like you’d struck him again.

He didn’t answer at first, his gaze fixed somewhere over your shoulder, avoiding yours. But the silence was answer enough. Your heart thudded painfully in your chest, the weight of the truth crashing over you. Art hadn’t just been talking as Patrick’s best friend. Somewhere along the way, this had become personal for him too.

"Art," you breathed, your voice shaking now for entirely different reasons. "You don’t—"

"I don’t what?" he cut in sharply, his eyes finally meeting yours with raw fustration. "I don’t get to care about you? I don’t get to worry that maybe, just maybe, you’re with someone who’ll never see himself as worthy of you? God, do you know how hard it is to watch that every day and say nothing?"

You stared at him, stunned into silence, as the full weight of his words hit you. This wasn’t just a friendship anymore, not for him. And maybe, you’d been ignoring it for longer than you wanted to admit.

Tears stung at the corners of your eyes, but you forced them back, refusing to let them fall. "You don’t get to make this about you, Art. You don’t get to mess with Patrick’s head just because you—"

"Just because I love you?" he interrupted, the confession ripping out of him like it had been tearing him apart for far too long. The words hung between you, heavy and inescapable. There was no taking them back now.

You felt like everything crashed down in a blur of confusion, anger, and heartache. You had come here to defend your relationship with Patrick, to confront the person who had planted doubt in his mind, but now, now you didn’t even know what you were fighting for anymore.

"You’re selfish," you whispered, the hurt and betrayal clawing at your throat. "Patrick’s your best friend, and you’re doing this to him. To me."

Art looked at you with a hollow expression, the vulnerability he’d let slip quickly fading into something colder, more guarded. "Maybe I am," he admitted, his voice low. "But at least I’m honest about how I feel. Can you say the same?"

Your breath caught in your throat, his words cutting deeper than you wanted to admit. Because the truth was, you weren’t sure anymore. Not about Patrick, not about Art, and definitely not about the complicated mess of emotions swirling within you.

Without another word, you turned and walked away, leaving Art standing there in the background, his confession ringing in your ears. “Don’t talk about me with Patrick anymore.”

[hazybisou]

❛ HYBE BOY ❜

🧸🩰 i’m a lucky fella, i’ve just got to tell her that i love her endlessly

summary - quinn hughes, captain of the Vancouver Canucks, is dating model, y/n y/l/n and hard launches his relationship leaving people shocked at how beautiful she is and making his brothers question how he managed to pull her.

pairing - model!f!reader x quinn hughes

side note - miranda kerr will be used as a faceclaim for the ig posts. but like she’s so beautiful omgggg 😻😻 *careless whisper starts playing* anyways uni is going so well. my professors are so chill like literally it’s amazing. i barely know anyone here (yes after a whole month here, i only know like 6 people). but uni is amazing my roommate is the best and it’s js a great experience!!

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_quinnhughes

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_quinnhughes i’ll keep this one, thanks. 😃

tagged: @/y/n.y/l/n

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colecaufield found in the wild 🐗🕵️

_quinnhughes ❌

user81 Y/N Y/L/N DATING A HOCKEY PLAYER??!! MY WORLDS ARE COLLIDING 🥲🥲

jackhughes 👁️🌊🫵

user17 jack what is this??! 😭😭

user38 he’s weird

user82 he js built diff

trevorzegras quinnifer got (no) game??!

_quinnhughes at least i have a girl where’s yours *looks around* oh i forgot 🥲

trevorzegras you’re my girl @/_quinnhughes don’t worry 😘

jackhughes AYE!!

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @/y/n.y/l/n idk what he’s talking abt 😥

y/n.y/l/n trev wishes 😔😔

user93 NOOOO😭!!!!

user72 sad day for us quinn girlies 😔

user57 trevor and quinn are umm…

y/n.y/l/n weird and not okay i know and also very much in love with each other???

user57 yes

y/n.y/l/n have you fixed the bed yet??

_quinnhughes no..

lhughes_06 the beds broken?? oh 😐

y/n.y/l/n he jumped on it to hard and made a leg break

jackhughes YO WHAT

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes in my defense she was chasing me

y/n.y/l/n @/_quinnhughes you caused that to happen when YOU THREW A PILLOW AT ME

_quinnhughes @/y/n.y/l/n IM SORRY TAKE ME BACK

y/n.y/l/n @/_quinnhughes YOURE NEXT TO ME STUPID

trevorzegras ☕️☕️

user92 SHES SO PRETTY OMGGG 💕💕

user29 new wag alert!!!

user69 girlie so fine 😻😻

bradytkachuk emma said to stop forcing her to say you guys are together

ehtkachuk yea bc she’s MY wife not YOUR gf

y/n.y/l/n @/_quinnhughes ^^

_quinnhughes @/bradytkachuk @/ehtkachuk @/y/n.y/l/n why are you all after me 😔😔

colemcward mama y papa? mama. papa.

y/n.y/l/n my son is all alone 😭😭

_quinnhughes he’ll live

colemcward @/_quinnhughes no i won’t

lhughes_06 @/y/n.y/l/n why is he your son and not me???

y/n.y/l/n @/lhughes_06 bc you’re the annoying little brother i wished i had growing up

elblue6 my beautiful daughter 💕💕 and her interesting bf

_quinnhughes i’m your biological son??!

y/n.y/l/n quinny shh 🤫 ALSO MAMA EL 😘😘♥️

user48 parents so cute 🥰🥰

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y/n and quinn had been together in michigan for a week now and his brothers were yet to meet her. she had met his parents a couple months before and they’ve loved her ever since. ellen treated her as if she were her own daughter. they would talk about quinn and his behavior and quinn would be in the back, getting offended. jim was like her second father. he was protective of her and was his little girl even if they weren’t blood related.

the couple were on the couch, all cozy and cuddling when they heard a car pull up outside. quinn looked down at y/n who had her eyes closed, trying to go asleep after being out that day. “babe,” quinn heard a mumble come from the girl, “they’re here.” she grumbled in response.

quinn had told her last night that they would arrive at the lake house tomorrow evening. she was half asleep when he told her so all he got from her was an “okay,” before he began to hear soft snores come from her mouth.

“quinny, let me sleep please,” y/n whispered, “i’ll meet them later.”

quinn just smiled and leaned down to kiss her temple. he rested his head on top of hers and closed his eyes, hoping to sleep as well.

unfortunately, in this household, a good nights sleep was never a thing. that was proven as the front door suddenly burst open which quinn jumped slightly at the action and caused y/n to stir in her sleep, letting out a small whine.

“honey, we’re home!” an, oh, so familiar voice announced.

quinn turned his head to the side and peaked over the couch. as soon as he saw his brothers, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at their antics and go back to trying to go to sleep.

he heard chattering and the padding of footsteps get closer, indicating they were coming his way. he began to think of a way of how he would get up without waking up y/n. there was no way.

quinn reopened his eyes and saw two figures standing in front of him. “what the fuck?” he questioned and his brothers laughed at his face.

“i see you’ve been having fun.” luke said and his eyes traveled down to y/n’s sleeping figure and he raised an eyebrow at quinn. “like i knew you had a girlfriend but she’s way out of your league.”

quinn let out a fake chuckle. “get the hell out and let us sleep.” he commented and wrapped his arms around y/n, his arm covering her face from jack and luke.

“but we just got here.” jack pointed out and luke murmured in agreement.

“then go up to your rooms.”

“but we want to meet your girlfriend.” luke stated with a fake pout.

quinn glared at the pair. “she’s sleeping so leave,” he stated and closed his eyes, protecting y/n from their view.

“we’re coming back when you’re both wide awake.” jack pointed a finger at quinn before he and quinn went to the front to get their bags and head upstairs.

quinn shook his head and went back to sleep, awaiting the moment of when y/n wakes up.

the couple had surprisingly slept for an hour and a half. it surprised quinn since he knew his brothers and the amount of noise they made whenever one of them were sleeping.

y/n had begun to wake as she had begun to squirm in quinn’s hold. he let out a groan and held her closer to his body, her squirming subsiding. “q, let go.” she mumbled into his chest. he held her tight. “quinn.”

“go to sleep, princess.” quinn whispered, his eyes still closed.

y/n started to squirm once again. “no, i have to meet your brothers as i said before.” she really wanted to meet luke and jack but with quinn’s hold keeping her restrained, it was impossible.

“they can wait.”

“no we can’t.”

quinn snapped his head towards the voice and y/n lifted her head and looked towards the boy. “why are you everywhere luke?”

luke shrugged, “i don’t know,” he sat at the end of the couch, “i just am.”

quinn rolled his eyes and looked down at y/n. “well you’ve met luke,” he told her.

“and the other?”

“i have a name.” jack.

y/n turned towards the boy, “yeah i know. sorry jack.”

jack shrugged and sat next to luke who gave jack a look. “what?” luke stared at him for a second before using all his force to push jack off. he fell with a thud and quinn, luke, and y/n laughed. “asshole.”

“man whore.”

jack looked up at luke. he got up within a second before he pounced onto luke. the two began to fight, jokingly, of course. jack had an arm wrapped around luke who let out a scream. “get off of me.” luke managed to get out despite jack’s arm suffocating him. luke continuously slapped jack’s arm in an effort for his older brother to let go.

“no.” the two continued to fight and quinn and y/n just stayed there laughing at the two.

“well you’ve met thing 1 and thing 2.” quinn said as he looked down at y/n. “i don’t know how they haven’t killed each other in jersey yet.”

y/n looked up at him. “you have a wonderful family.”

“aren’t we just lovely?” luke asked as he wriggled under jack’s hold. “also one more question,” y/n and quinn looked at him, “did quinn force you to get with him?”

jack’s head perked up at this. “oh yeah, did he?” he let go of luke as he turned towards his older brother and his girlfriend.

y/n only chuckled and quinn gave them a death stare. “no, i didn’t. she simply fell in love with me.”

jack and luke looked at each other. suddenly, the two bursted out laughing. both quinn and y/n were confused. they had a look on there face as the younger pair continued laughing. “what?”

“oh, we’re sorry but how is it that a girl like her, take this in a good way, would fall in love with a guy like you?” jack said and luke was still too busy laughing.

quinn looked at them, offended, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“she’s beautiful! and you’re just..you.” luke exclaimed. “like let’s be real here.”

y/n turned to them, “i didn’t fall in love with him because of his looks, i fell in love with him because of his personality,” she looked towards quinn before looking back at the younger brothers, “although sometimes he’s a little interesting.”

“what do you mean interesting?”

“a wet cat.”

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i fucking hate this so much like actually wtff 😭😭 anyways here’s my monthly post and hopefully some of you enjoy it. uni is my new home and umm it’s great!! now my roommate and my friends are making go to a frat tmrw so uhh hopefully it goes well (ik it won’t) wish me luck 🤞

[loveharlow]

I neeeed a friends to lovers with rafe. like you’ve been friends for ages and always been a bit flirty but he’s get a girlfriend so you back off and he gets annoyed. so he invites you to the gym bc you always went together and he’s touchy and ends with a love confession.

i'm only doing blurbs rn so I had to shorten this a bit but i still feel like it encompasses your idea which is just chef's kiss btw😚 (also, this idea reminds me of that new Lay Bankz song thats been going viral:)

cheating, sexual innuendoes, heavy touching, allusions to sex

"Your ass is getting tighter." Rafe breathed out, setting the barbell down, letting the metal clank against the padded gym floors.

You scoffed, taking one last swig from your water bottle and shifting your weight, letting the now closed cup fall gently to the floor. Your hands were on your hips as you spoke through heavy breaths. "You can't say things like that to me anymore, y'know?".

The boy simply shrugged, standing from the bench and leaning against the metal that supported the equipment. "You never had an issue before."

"You didn't have a girlfriend before." You added, cocking an eyebrow and turning away from him to where the dumbbells were lined up against the wall and adjusting your sports bra. "Or are you just gonna pretend Sophia doesn't exist?"

The wall where the weights were had a large mirror behind it, allowing you to see Rafe creeping up behind you, swiping a hand down his face to reveal a smirk. "Is that why you been dodgin' me? What, she say somethin' to you?" He inquired, sliding a gentle hand around your waist to which you brushed off immediately, sighing and turning on your heels to face him.

"No, Rafe, she didn't. But I wouldn't blame her if she did." You informed, crossing your arms and paying no mind to the little distance between you two. "The flirting, the touching — you can't keep doing this. I'm not a home-wrecker or a side-piece."

"You wouldn't have to be if you had said somethin' first." He said so nonchalantly, reaching around to tap your ass as your jaw dropped.

You struggled to find words, stuttering over your sentences before he cut in once more. "Next time you want advice? Don't ask Top. A little vodka and he's an open book." He basically laughed out.

"...Well, whatever he told you, it's over now." You gained your composure, feigning confidence and carelessness as you pulled your workout shorts higher up on your waist and attempted to turn away once more.

"So, you don't wanna fuck me anymore?"

You couldn't help but laugh, partly out of shock and amusement, throwing your head back as your eyes zoned in on Rafe. "That's what he told you?" You asked incredulously, scoffing. "I've wanted to fuck a lot of people, rich boy. You're not special."

The sweaty male simply jutted out his bottom lip, ruffling his hair. "I didn't think you'd want me to bring up the part where he said you were in love with me." He retorted. "Y'know, since I have a girlfriend 'n all..." He mocked your previous statement, throwing his hands out and turning away from you now.

"That's..." You started, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear, feeling your face heat up. "...completely untrue." You muttered under your breath. The somewhat playful banter had turned into dangerous territory for any conversation to take place.

You'd been trying to keep your distance from Rafe ever since he popped out with Sophia for this exact reason.

You bent down to pick up two ten-pound weights in hopes of ending the conversation there when an all too familiar hand fully grabbed your ass in one hand, squeezing so tightly that you let the weights fall to the floor, whipping around in shock.

"Rafe! Dude, what-"

"I wanna hear it." He whispered, a hand grasping your jaw and directing your gaze up to him.

"Hear what?" You forced out, your speech slightly slurred from the way he was pressing your cheeks together.

"You're too pretty to play dumb." He spoke lowly, eyeing you up and down. "We both know you still want me. So, just admit it and I'll give you what you want."

Your mind fiddled with the idea for a moment. You never considered yourself a homewrecker or anything of the sort but something about Rafe was so tempting at this moment, making your knees shake as you stood.

You knew what you said next would forever make you the villain in most people's stories but self-control was always something you struggled with.

"...I'm still in love with you."

"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"He spoke against your lips, your faces just centimeters apart.

His free hand hooked into the waistband of your shorts, dragging them down as your eyes fleeted around the empty gym room. He dropped to his knees in front of you, dragging your bottoms the rest of the way down as he licked his lips.

"Next time, let's not make this so hard on ourselves, yeah?"

©loveharlow.

heads up: i added emoji anons to my blog, so feel free to send an ask to take one if you frequently send in asks!

[vanesycho]

i feel xiaojun so hot when he's scolding us......... this man is so pretty i cant

please...if Xiaojun scolded me, I would beg for more😔🙏🏻

and this look...sigh

wc:0,9k

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You were in Xiaojun’s studio apartment. Xiaojun was focused on something at his desk, and you were sitting next to him. You were careful not to make a sound, he seemed tense enough today so you didn’t want to make him any more nervous. However, Xiaojun’s attention was distracted by a careless move you made. You quickly looked down, the item that fell didn’t break thankfully. When Xiaojun inhaled angrily, you swallowed and turned to him. He got up from his chair angrily and started walking towards you. “Y/n, how many times have I told you, you need to be careful in the studio! Everything is sensitive here, and you know that. Can’t you even stay quiet for two minutes?”

Your mouth was slightly open, you didn’t know what to say, you averted your eyes as Xiaojun leaned towards you, you spoke with a shaky voice. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He frowned slightly, leaned in even more, you felt his breath on your face, his voice was more serious and deep than usual. “Then be more careful. This is not a place to play games. Do you understand, baby?” You raised your head to him, your noses touching, it felt weird to feel his voice so close to you. Okay, he was really angry right now, but why was this so attractive? That seriousness on his face, the way he frowned, his deep voice, the way he spoke in a low whisper...

You felt his hand on your chin, bringing you back to reality. He gently squeezed your chin, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “I asked you a question, Y/n. I don’t like it when you don’t answer. Are you deliberately testing me today?” You swallowed hard, nodding quickly. “Yes, yes, I understand.” Xiaojun paused for a moment. Something in his eyes softened, but he still tried to remain distant. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He knew he was being overly sensitive today and he hated to show it to you. “Okay…Just be more careful next time, please.” Xiaojun turned away, but your eyes were still on his charming stance. This strange attraction you felt towards his nervous state took him by surprise.

A while passed, and you listened to Xiaojun with admiration as he started to tell you a few things about his work. In fact, you couldn’t even listen most of the time, your mind was still on how attractive he looked when he was serious. You looked at his hand holding the pen to write, then you let your eyes wander for a while to his veiny arms that were visible because he had rolled up his clothes, then to his exposed neck, and finally to his lips that moved when he spoke.

Xiaojun stopped talking when he noticed the look in your eyes, tilted his head slightly to the side and frowned again "Y/n, are you listening to me?" You looked into his eyes and pulled yourself together, sitting up straight "H-huh? Yes, I am listening." He focused on your gaze without saying anything to you, moved his chair towards you and leaned over you slightly "Why are you looking at me like that?" You pulled back, when you looked away he tried to catch your gaze but you refused "How am I looking? I'm just listening. I don't understand what you mean." He grinned at this attitude, leaned back in the chair, crossed his arms. "Really? Because I can see the difference in your gaze, I'm not stupid Y/n."

You stayed silent, Xiaojun took a deep breath when he realized you weren’t going to answer and shook his head. He stood up, you leaned back into the couch you were sitting on and he supporting himself by leaning one arm. “Either you tell me now or I’ll make you say it, do you want me to get mad again?” You licked your dry lips, well that didn’t seem like a bad idea but of course you couldn’t say it out loud. Xiaojun laughed lightly when he couldn’t get another answer from you. “Hah, really? Don’t tell me you like it Y/n.”

You felt your whole face burn, you were honestly embarrassed that you found it attractive, and you knew very well that he would make fun of it. Xiaojun bowed his head and laughed loudly, stepping back, crossing his arms. “Do you really like being scolded like a naughty girl? Hm? Baby?” You swallowed, knowing that denying it was no use anymore but you tried. “No, it’s nothing like that!” he laughed hysterically, "Is that so? Because you look like you're waiting to be scolded again. No, of course I can do that, but I don't have time right now. Still..."

He came closer, you felt a slight push on your shoulders, you lay down on the couch and found Xiaojun on top of you. "W-what are you doing?" he started to press small kisses to your neck, his hand going under your shirt and caressing your skin. You held your breath for a moment when he brought his knee between your legs and pressed into you. He chuckled at your reaction, you felt his breath on your neck but he pulled back after a while. You just stared as he turned around and sat at his desk. "What was that?" he said as his gaze focused on the paper in front of him. "That was the last bit of affection I showed you before scolding you in bed, because know that I won't be this gentle with you at home."

[starrybl1ss]

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊world class sinner┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

toxic/posessive/dark/jelous dom!vanessa shelly x f!reader

You can pull my hair, touch me anywhere Whip and chains (whip and chains) I'm just a freak, yeah (freak, yeah) So show me why you came (why you came)

-lily rose depp

warningsˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ;

★vanessa being rlly mean:(, g*n play, smut generally, violence, reader being hurt a bit, mention of some blood.

s u m m a r y ♡

after getting invited by your friend mike and another friend of yours to dinner in a small diner. but your other friend ended up not making it so you ended up just going with mike. as you arrived back to your apartment room, there was someone knocking at your door. but who is it?

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You find it a little funny that there is someone knocking right now when you just entered your room atleast 5 minutes ago and saw no one behind you. before answering the door, you take off your jacket just wearing a lacy pink tanktop under being paired by short denim jeans.

as you approached the door you peeked through the peeking hole on the door. Vanessa? what is she doing here still in her uniform? isn't she supposed to be in her weekly night shift this night? her face looks really serious though.

opening the door slowly, you began to greet her. "Hey nes,-" she doesn't say a word and grabs your hand swiftly pinning you to the door closing it behind you.

what the fuck is she doing? she got closer to your face and whispered in your ear in a scary deep tone "now tell me". "t-tell you what?-- why are you acting this way-- vanessa-?" you stutter in confusion.

"stop playing dumb. look at me" she looked angry. but why? she keeps harshly pushing her body towards you. you almost couldn't breathe. "va- vanessa i- i don't know what your talking about" she looks like shes grabbing something from her pocket. her gun.

"van-" before you continued, she points her gun at your chin. she wasn't holding the trigger but it was enough to make you terrified. "so... how was it with mike?" she looked at you with anger. "did you two have fun?"

you we're lost in your own mind. "vanessa i was-" she immidiently cuts you off. "-going on a date with him? funny." she gives you a rotten smirk. "vanessa, i wasn't listen" you tried to move back and avoid her gun pointing at your chin.

"it was just normal dinner--we're you following me?" you look at her in disbelief. she looked at you from top to bottom. she puts down her gun and grabs your face instead and bringing it closer to her face. her head tilts slightly and starts kissing you hardly. harshly. not like before. she's usually more gentle.

she pulls back leaving your lips slightly bleeding in the corner. you started tearing up. "i hope you go to mike and cry about it." she looked careless. but her jelousy was out of control. you had no relationship with mike whatsoever.

you silently cried. "your a fucking cunt. you know that?" she grabs the strap of your tanktop. "i see you with that asshole again with him trying to steal you from me i will fucking shoot him. or even both of you." she flips your body making you face the door and you being out of breath.

she pulls down your shorts and grabbed your face once more making you face her. "now be a good girl and stop being a bratty bitch." tears falling down your cheeks. you place both hands on the door when out of nowhere she forces her strap in you making you groan in pain. you cried out her name as she holds on to your waist harshly. digging her fingers in your skin probably bruising it.

"van-vanessa........." you whine out her name. you bite your lower lip and whimpers. "could mike do you better than i do?" vanessa pants. "no- n-never" you said gasping. "and who do you belong to?" she asks mockingly. "you... only you ofcourse" you were hopeless, it was late too. "good girl" vanessa praises you.

she kept thursting you harder. you're squirming like crazy and panting over and over. "vane- i-" you choked out some words she absoloutely would not understand.

she pulled out her strap out of you and you slid down the door. you felt so weak. she picked you up and gently placed you on the bed, tucked you in then kissed you on the forhead. "don't ever fuck around with me again or ill punish you again"

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LMAO THIS IS SO SHORT BUT THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

anyways, sorry if i wrote some stuff incorrectly. tysm for reading<3

[brooooswriting]

Hey love. 24 and 48 with Wanda. Angst with a happy ending would be cool. Thank you honey!

24. “I’m overreacting?”

48. “Calm down! You’re scaring me”

This was stupid, really and it was not your fault! There was no way you were changing your mind about that. Fury send you and Kate on a mission and it was way more dangerous than you thought. You were ordered to turn around and obviously you thought the same thing but then you noticed mutant hostages. Kate and you decided that you couldn’t leave the hostages after HYDRA had seen you, the possibility of them killing the hostages was too high. So you went in there and got the hostages out. Well, to be fair that makes it sound way easier than it was. The moment you stepped in there you made the decision that you would do everything to save Kate and the hostages, so you forced her to bring them to the jet while you fought. And you nearly got killed, it was pure luck that one of the hostages was a healer, he healed you to the point where Kate didn’t have to worry about you dying and Wanda killing her.

Now, you were the only one who had to worry about Wanda killing you. When you arrived at the compound, Clint, Wanda and Fury were already waiting for you. After fury told you to meet him tomorrow at 9 Clint stole away Kate, leaving you and Wanda alone. You were prepared for her to scream at you but instead she glared at you before walking away, you following behind her like a lost puppy.

“What were you thinking?! You didn’t just ignore Fury but you brought yourself into danger! You nearly died y/n” she screamed at you the moment the door to your room closed.

“We had to save them, was I supposed to let them die?” You asked, trying to stay calm. Screaming at each other wasn’t gonna do anything.

“And why did you have to play the hero huh? What made you think you should sacrifice yourself?” You had to fight back an eye roll as she didn’t even try to understand you.

“Because I am older than Kate, I am stronger than Kate and I am doing this way longer than Kate. She’s been doing this for half a year, did you really think I was going to bring her into danger? You’re overreacting Wanda” You asked, you still tried to stay calm but it was getting harder than you’d like to admit.

“I’m overreacting?! You’re careless with your life y/n! What you did was crazy!! Unbelievable, you’re just unbelievable. You nearly killed yourself and you’re telling me I’m overreacting?! That is stupid, you’re stupid!” Her eyes started to turn red, her silhouette was lined with red and her head turned to the side. You knew this look and you weren’t happy about it, not at all.

“Wanda, calm down. You’re scaring me” you told her calmly, but your voice betrayed you as it shook. You carefully backed into the wall behind you, trying to stay close to the door. It was not that you didn’t trust Wanda, it was more that you were scared of her losing control over them because her emotions overpowered her. You felt the magic coming closer to you, touching your body in a forceful way.

“I-what?” She asked suddenly, her eyes studying your face as you cowered next to the door before they wandered over to the mirror on her right. She herself suddenly got scared when she saw her glowing red eyes and her magic surrounding her. “Y/n” she whispered as she calmed down, the redness disappearing. But that didn’t help, you only shook your head and slipped out of the room.

You immediately ran into Natasha who barely caught you. “Where are you off to?” She asked with a small laugh until she saw your face. “What’s wrong hun?” Her face was full of concern as she engulfed you, you finally broke down and cried in her arms. She looked around before picking you up and carrying you to her room. “It’s gonna be alright” she mumbled as she sat down next to you.

She kept quiet until you finally stopped crying. “Wanda- she” you had tears streaming down your face again.

“Pleas tell me she didn’t hurt you” you only shook your head, signaling that you were fine. “Thank god, I would have fought her but I really don’t want to fight a witch” she joked and bumped her shoulder into yours making you giggle.

“She was so mad at me, she screamed and didn’t even think about the fact that I was also scared that I nearly died. She got so mad that she nearly lost control of her magic” you explained, wiping your eyes while doing so.

“I’m sorry, I bet this must have been hard on the both of you” when you didn’t answer her she took that as a sign that you didn’t wanna talk, so she turned on the tv to give you something to focus on.

Not even an episode later there was a forceful knock on the door. Natasha quickly stood up and opened the door, finding a frantic Wanda. “Have you seen y/n? We had a-a fight and she left. I wanted to apologize, tell her how stupid I am but when I went to her room she wasn’t there and then I went into the kitchen, the living room, the gym and her workplace but she is nowhere to be found. What if she left Natasha? What if my powers finally drove her away?” She nearly cried as she made hectic hand gestures.

Natasha threw a quick Look behind herself to look at you, you gave her a nod and already stood up. “Wands, calm down. She wouldn’t leave you and you know that. So deeep breaths” the redhead told the witch as she opened the door further so you could also see the witch.

A happy sob left her mouth and she threw herself into your arms, tears staining your shirt immediately. Your hand went to her head, carefully stroking through her hair to calm her down. “Shhh, I’m here love. I didn’t leave, I just spend some time with Nat. I’m sorry I scared you” you mumbled to reassure her.

“I’m so so sorry, I was overreacting, I know that now. I was just so scared when we heard Kate yell and then you nearly died and I freaked out. Please, I will get my powers under control, I promise. I already called Strange, he will help me. I’ll do whatever, please. I am so sorry” she rambled as she pulled back slightly.

“It’s okay, we will talk about all this more tomorrow when we slept and are well fed alright?” You kissed her forehead before pulling her into her room. “Thank you Tasha” you called out to the woman as you exited.

Both of you quickly got changed and went to bed, laying in each other’s arms. You got a lot to talk about and to work on but there was a time for a conversation like this and that clearly was not the case after an almost death.

So you pressed a soft kiss to Wanda’s forehead before closing your eyes.

[zorosdimples]

pairing ⛧ creepy medical student! law x gn! reader

warnings ⛧ minors: please do not interact! i will block you. while there’s no smut, this is suggestive, and everything that happens is nonconsensual (law is gross). mentions of masturbation, fucking inanimate objects, bruises, and death. additionally: cum sighting, cursing, knife play, a little blood, some spit, manhandling, and general grimetown weirdness.

word count ⛧ 1132

notes ⛧ this is another installment of the garden of earthly delights series, as well as a contribution to @bastardblvd’s house of slimy horrors collab—my prompt was “pumpkin patch”! the plot is nonexistent… just go with it <3

something isn’t right.

the early evening sky is hazy, the sun obscured by a leaden film that shrouds grimetown’s pumpkin patch in a deathly hue. the barren field before you is more of a squash graveyard than anything else—the vast expanse of dirt is littered with a few dozen orange carcasses.

this is certainly not what you were expecting when your date suggested a fun autumnal outing.

“this has to be the world’s most depressing pumpkin patch,” you grouse, craning your neck to look up at law’s stony expression; as usual, his face doesn’t betray his thoughts. you can never get a good read on him. you don’t know him well enough to tell if he’s simply awkward or if he genuinely doesn’t emote. “we should go somewhere else.”

the jet-haired man places a firm palm on the small of your back, urging you forward. “c’mon, we’re already here. we can’t make jack-o-lanterns without pumpkins. toji joe’s is out of ‘em.”

there’s a peculiar lilt to his words—a faux positivity that makes you hesitate for a split second. but you move forward anyway.

the blustery air ruffles your clothes as you drift across the dark earth with law, searching for a pumpkin that isn’t in some state of decomposition. this is exactly the sort of scenario you hear about on your favorite podcasts and documentaries: a careless person accompanied by a man they barely know in a remote area, not so much as a whisper of nearby life on the wind.

all you really know about law is that he’s a handsome medical student who shares similar interests, namely in true crime and literature. that, and he had been unusually pushy about this outing.

“hey, that looks like a good one.” law points to a suitable carving prospect. crouching down to get a closer look, a gasp leaves your lips when you find a hole a few inches in diameter bored into the side of the pumpkin. what appears to have once been a pale cream fluid is now a flaky crust, caking the opening. “is that—”

“probably,” law cuts in, resting a cold, tattooed hand on your shoulder. startled, you nearly topple over, but his strong arms catch you and pull you to his chest. now standing, you jerk in his embrace; he releases his hold and you take a few steps back. “it’s one of kappa upsilon mu’s fall festival activities.”

it’s impossible to hide the disgust that furrows your brow and creeps into your voice. “they mutilate pumpkins and fuck them like fleshlights as a frat tradition?”

law shrugs. you swear you see a glimmer of humor flit through his amber irises. “it’s not even close to the weirdest thing they do. ever heard of a ‘cum fountain’?”

you hold up a hand to stop him. “i don’t even wanna know.”

but something isn’t adding up you think with a frown. “if you knew all the pumpkins were going to be cut up and…violated, why did you bring me here, law?” you tried to measure your words carefully, but now that they hang in the open, your accusation is evident.

your date’s lips curl into an ominous smirk. the familiar chill of dread nips at your heels and paws at your chest. “well,” law starts, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a switchblade. your eyes rivet on the tool—the weapon—as he fiddles with it, nimble fingers gliding along the handle before flicking it open with ease. his bored, yellow gaze unnerves you; his words ooze calculated confidence. “i’m gonna practice my carving skills with you.”

his statement rips the breath from your lungs. unsure of what to do, you chuckle uncomfortably, praying that he’s still talking about the goddamn pumpkins.

law edges closer to you, a hunter testing his prey. you don’t move—you don’t think you could if you tried. your mind is racing in countless directions, but you can’t settle on an action, a plan. and this freak—your date—is one small thrust of the blade from you, crowding your space. so you stare down the predator’s maw.

“you’re beautiful,” law states, though it doesn’t sound complimentary; it’s an observation. there’s a clinical coldness to his words that makes you feel like you’re trapped in a microscope slide. he gestures to you with the knife, the unspoken threat palpable.

“oh. um, th-thank you,” you stammer, eyes darting wildly, cornered prey.

you force yourself to think: how do you escape this fucker? you had to take a shitty taxi to get to the pumpkin patch, but the driver could barely keep the car in its lane and tried to proposition you for sex. is everyone in grimetown a slimeball? you don’t realize your nails are biting so deeply into the skin of your palms that blood is dripping onto the dirt.

as though he can read your thoughts, law says coolly, “i wouldn’t run if i were you.”

options dwindling, you remember your lifeline. slowly, you inch a hand toward your back pocket where your phone sits. but your opponent is perceptive; law cracks a wide smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, running his tongue across his sharp teeth. he raises the knife and presses the flat side of the blade against your neck.

it’s an effective warning.

“there’s no signal out here—the only cell provider that services grimetown is slime mobile. you can check, though, if it makes you feel better,” law taunts.

to your horror, your phone reads “no service” at the top of the screen. your skin itches, nerves buzzing with adrenaline. your hands shake, fear and rage coalescing into an unshakeable tremor that has sweat beading at your temples. hot tears of frustration singe your cheeks. but the cold steel of the blade against your throat saps the fight from your body.

your final resort?

“fuck you,” you hiss with all the venom you can muster. and, before you can stop yourself: ptui. you launch a glob of spit that lands squarely on law’s cheek, punctuating your insult.

law doesn’t flinch. rather, he swipes two calloused fingertips through your precious gift. he holds his wet digits up, admiring the glistening pads of his fingers, then pops them into his mouth. the groan he emits while enjoying your taste makes you lightheaded. he pivots his blade so that the honed tip scrapes an angry line up the column of your throat. the pressure isn’t enough to slice your flesh—yet.

you shriek when law forcefully grabs your jaw and pulls you to him. bruises in the shape of his fingers will bloom on your face tomorrow—if you live that long, anyway. for the first time, his wide grin crinkles his hawkish eyes.

his voice is thick with desire as he murmurs, “i’d like to fuck you first.”

[bts-hyperfixation]

Outside of the Fox

Chapter 35 of????

1779 words

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

Last

Your phone starts to ring before you get a chance to climb into the driver's seat.

"Y/N, you shouldn't be here," Taehyung says, not wasting time on pleasantries.

He sounds exhausted. 

"You shouldn't be here either Tae, you should be at home in bed with me and the others." 

He sighs through the and the silhouette moves from the window.

"I'm coming to get you, wait there..."

You're not waiting for long before he comes jogging from the building's side gate. You expect him to take you in his arms like he would if you were at home, instead he kisses you on the cheek like you were a mere acquaintance. He looks around nervously as if checking for spies. 

"Walk quickly behind me and keep your head down," He says lowly.

You follow him briskly back into the house as he avoids all the open spaces in his own home with practised ease. Seeing this side of Tae, so serious and timid, is a complete juxtaposition to the man that you've come to know and love that it leaves you reeling. 

He doesn't stop moving until he is pulling you into a room that could only be his childhood bedroom. The walls are covered in a juvenile wallpaper pattern and there are paint and makeup stains in the carpet that only come from careless youth. You want to ask him about the secrecy but then his lips are on yours like he has been starved. 

He leaves you breathless as he pushes you back further into the room, his arms wrapped firmly around your waist.

"I've missed you so much," He whimpers against your lips.

"You saw me this morning," You point out. 

He puts a finger to your lips and shushes you.

"They can't know that you're here," He whispers.

"Why can't they, I thought they were your family?" You whisper back. 

He sighs dramatically and flops back onto the bed. You follow him, sitting gently at the end of the mattress. 

"Taehyung, what are we missing here, what don't I know?"

"This is a really long story Y/N... and it's so late. Can we just go to sleep and I'll tell you all of it tomorrow?"

"I told the others I was only going to the store..." You confess. 

"Well text them where you really are and then lie down with me,"

His obvious exhaustion leaves little room to argue with him, so you do as you are told. You send a quick text and receive a thumbs-up reply from Namjoon almost immediately then you toss your phone to the side and climb under the covers with Taehyung following closely behind. He curls up and reaches to pull you behind him turning you into the big spoon, protecting him from whatever it is in this house that is making him so scared. 

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The morning comes around too quickly it would seem. The pair of you are awoken by a loud bang on the door.

"Master Taehyung your lady friend needs to leave now." The grumpy butler from the night before calls through the door. "Your bride-to-be and her family shall be arriving at noon, and your father will be furious if he finds the poor girl here."

"Wait what?" You sit up, rubbing sleep from your eyes.

"Jessup probably just saw the car in the drive... I should've had you move it if I had been thinking straight." He shrugs pulling the cover back up over his shoulders

"Not that Tae," You yank the covers away from him "He said your /bride-to-be/" 

"Right... that." 

He sits up with his back against the pillows and does his best to manhandle you into his lap. He links your fingers, playing with each one as he launches into his life story. 

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Ever since he was a young cub his parents had had high expectations of him. Taehyung had never really played well into those expectations. It's not that he didn't try, it's just that they often set impossible goalposts, or at least Taehyung had thought they were impossible until his brother and sister had come along and managed to hit each one. He decided to give up sometime around puberty.

For a while his parents just let him carry on with his life, ignoring every cry for attention in favour of his siblings. Each time Tae was in trouble at school or with the law, they threw money at the problem until it (and he) went away. Eventually, after the third overnight jail stay, his parents threatened to cut him off. This was when they all realised how easily he could be controlled by money.

Having wasted his studies on alcohol and flings, he hadn't a whole lot of skills to fall back on and the thought of being disinherited left him terrified. He had no way of knowing what might happen to him if the money and family prestige were gone. His relationship with his siblings was good, but not good enough for them to risk their inheritances to help him if it came down to it.

Of course, he had always suspected his parents to be bluffing, not wanting to risk their own reputations' to destroy his. But he was never brave enough to test his theory.

So in public, he became the perfect eldest son.

He attended ribbon cuttings, he managed a business, he shook hands and kissed children. Anything that was asked of him to keep the peace and keep his bank account full.

All of this culminated in the ultimate sacrifice in Taehyung's eyes, his hand in marriage. This time his family were asking for too much, but what could he do? He had promised you guys, his real family, so much that he would no longer be able to deliver if he turned down their request. 

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Tears rim his eyes when he is finished telling you everything. You try to turn and look at him clearly but he holds you in a way that won't let you. he buries his face in the crook of your neck hiding his shame.

"Do you think poorly of me now?" He asks, voice cracking.

"I could never think poorly of you Taehyung," You comfort him. 

"Don't say that to make me feel better," 

"I'm not. I'm the last person that could think poorly of you for concealing your past."

"Yeah, but you gave up your family name and their prestige for what you believe. You were so brave when facing a choice like mine, I'm a coward."

"You are no coward Kim Taehyung."

Before he gets a chance to answer back, a much more timid knock sounds through the room followed by a quiet voice.

"Taehyung... he knows... and he wants you both in his study now." 

Taehyung stiffens behind you, his anxious scent almost choking you as it fills the room.

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The study is clearly room designed to be threatening. The large mahogany desk in the centre of the room gives an imposing aura and the chair behind it looks more like a leather thrown than a comfortable working seat. Two smaller chairs sit in front of the desk, a little too low to be able to comfortably sit at the table before them, but Taehyung ignores them anyway electing to stand. He has you stand behind him just a little, an arm protectively in front of you.

As it turns out Taehyung's father, while bearing a striking resemblance to his son, is far scarier than you had been expecting. You can finally see why adult pandas have no natural predators. His smell is bitter with an undercurrent of rage. You try not to shrink back as his eyes rove over you.

"I thought we had come to an understanding Taehyung-ah... You are an engaged man now, these silly flings need to stop, no more late-night bimbos."

"Y/N is not a bimbo father," Taehyung responds.

"To be entertained by you? She must be," The older man rolls his eyes.

Taehyung bites back a growl, and you have to stop yourself from pushing past him to take on Mr. Kim in his defence.

Mr Kim spends the next five minutes verbally abusing his son in front of you, blaming him for every misfortune within the family and accusing him. Each hit may as well be physical with the way that Taehyung flinches. You reach out to take his hand but he shrugs you away. 

"Now go and get ready, the Hirelys will be here shortly and you can't be reeking of affairs before you are even married boy. Say goodbye to your little friend, you shan't be seeing her again." 

You scoff at his dismissal, ready to fight for Taehyung and your love but you just get ushered from the room by a forlorn Tae. 

"Y/N you should leave. I... I'll see you later I promise."

"You can't be serious Tae, you can't stay here, you can't marry her."

"Look, if I want to keep my family and inheritance and treat all of you the way you deserve then I need to go along with this for now. It's the only thing I have to offer any of you. I promise I will be home soon and this will be all over but you need to go," He sighs walking you to the front door. 

"We don't care about the money Tae, we care about you. Your family name, the wealth, everything that comes with it we don't need it,"

"Yeah? WELL MAYBE I DO!" He snaps at you, the regret is immediately obvious on his face. "I promise I will fix it soon, just go home."

You can't believe he is so willing to go along with his family's ridiculous idea of proper just because he doesn't seem to trust that he can offer more to the pack than his wealth. 

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Taehyung watches from the doorway as you pull out of the drive. His sister sidles up beside him, resting her head on his shoulder to comfort him like she would when they were younger.

"You love her don't you?" She asks.

"Not just her..." He admits.

"A whole pack? Is that who I've been smelling the past few weeks?  How many?"

"Seven, eight including me I guess"

"That's going to be a really hard sell to mom and dad,"

"I won't be selling it to them at all, they need never know."

He pushes his sister away and storms back into the house.

"Tae!" She calls after him "That was Y/N L/N right?"

He pauses and looks back at her.

"Thought so, I think I have a plan to get you out of this mess."

Next

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[iamcalmdammit]

Take it out on me || [Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader]

Note: The final chapter! Part 1 and part 2 are here, but you don't need them to read this. Ghost is super frustrated before he can finally get you. What do you think?

Long days passed during the mission with Ghost fantasizing about having mind-blowing sex with you in different situations whenever he laid his eyes on you. It was hard to focus with you around and he had to behave as he wasn't supposed to let the others know what was starting between the two of you. But he wanted to touch you, he wanted to tease you to make sure you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you.

When he finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel when the team went out for a drink, he couldn't help himself and secretly put a hand on your knee, his long fingers grabbing it firmly before moving closer to your inner thigh. You brushed his hand off over and over again, but he didn't give up because he enjoyed the way you tried to hide the mixture of annoyance and arousal you felt.

Once the team temporarily got over the news that Makarov was in the picture again, the six of you departed and Ghost made sure the two of you headed in different directions to avoid suspicion. There was a randevous point you had agreed on previously, so he tried to get there as soon as possible as he was the one with the longest detour. The recurring thought of soon having you in his arms made him excited both physically and mentally, so he tried hard to think about anything but you.

A wide, predatory smile crawled on his lips under the mask when he saw you on the street, waiting for him with your eyes fixed on the screen of your phone. You were so busy that you didn't notice him sneak behind your back and wrap his arms around your body to pull you against his chest. "You shouldn't be this careless, I could be some creep trying to hurt you," he whispered in your ear.

"I was beginning to think you forgot about me," you told him as you turned your head to the side to look at him. "But I'm glad you're here. Now, will you finally tell me where we're going?"

Laughing, he rested his chin on the top of your head and just tried to enjoy this moment. You were free to do whatever you wanted now. After he recharged enough in your presence to function properly again, he took your hand and began to pull you in the direction of the hotel where he reserved a room for the two of you. He didn't want to waste your precious time on silly dates and wait even longer. No, he wanted to spend the night with you under the sheets.

You looked over at him a few minutes later and asked, "Come on, where are we going?"

"I'm not telling you yet."

"Please."

"No."

Then you came to an abrupt halt, let go of his hand and stubbornly folded your arms over your chest. "You either tell me or I'm not going," you stated defiantly.

Letting out a groan, Ghost closed his eyes for a moment. "Why do you have to be so difficult?" he asked you seriously. He didn't understand why you didn't trust him enough to follow his lead without a word. But maybe you were only an obedient little girl in his fantasies and not in real life.

"Because you don't give me a choice."

"Okay, you wanted it," he told you, having had enough of your bratty behavior. Before you could even shoot him a questioning look, he picked you up and put you over his shoulder.

"Hey, no, put me down!" you objected, but he didn't care. You were resisting his request to follow him, so now he was ready to do something about it. "Please, I don't wanna be up here, I'm afraid of heights!"

"Bullshit, you're not," he informed you.

But you didn't give up. "I am suddenly. Come on, this is ridiculous, people are watching!" you tried.

Ghost ignored your resistance and began to walk in the direction of the hotel with you while carefully avoiding passers-by. If this is how you wanted to play, he was willing to play along. To be perfectly honest, it just made him want you more, and he was already planning how to punish you for behaving like this in public.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a police car stop on the other side of the street, and soon two officers were walking in your direction. He was sure they came that way for something or someone else, but then one of them spoke up behind his back.

"Miss, is everything alright?" he asked carefully.

When Ghost turned around, he noticed the man having a hand over his Taser just in case. Great. Just great. This was all he needed, being stopped by cops when he was already losing his patience with you.

"Yes, why?" you asked, completely oblivious to the problem. How could you be so dense sometimes?

"Is he bothering you?" asked the other one.

You pointed at the man holding you. "Who? Him?"

"Yes."

"Oh, he does," you replied with a laugh.

"Y/N," Ghost warned you, fighting the urge to cover his masked face with his hand in embarrassment.

It took you a second to finally catch up. "Oh, wait, you think he's kidnapping me or something? If this is because of the mask, I can assure he's just… cautious. You know, because of covid and all," you told them and he truly wished you would stop talking now.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm fine, officers. He's my boyfriend," you said cheerfully. "But thank you, really."

When they finally walked back to their car, Ghost decided to put you down and grabbed your chin to forcefully make you look up at him. "Maybe you should think before you open your mouth the next time." He leaned close to you. He was so close that if he didn't have a mask on, he could have easily kissed you. "So I'm your boyfriend, huh?" he asked teasingly.

"Oh, shut up," you told him as you playfully punched his arm.

"But I liked to hear it."

This time he reached out to take your hand, lacing his fingers with yours as you began to walk again. He enjoyed this, just feeling the warmth radiating off your skin through his gloves that told him you were alive and by his side finally. It wasn't something in his dreams or fantasies, it was real now.

His patience began to slowly melt away when you reached the hotel's entrance. By the time you stepped into the elevator, he had to force himself to let go of your hand and look somewhere else because otherwise he would have had you pinned against the wall with your legs wrapped around him. But you weren't alone in there so he had to behave, no matter how hard that was.

Just one touch. Only your little fingers touching was enough to flip a switch in his brain. The two of you were standing in the back behind a middle aged woman, and once he made sure she couldn't see anything, he sneaked a hand under your shirt, running his fingers up your spine until he reached your bra. You gave him a questioning look as you bit on your lower lip to keep yourself quiet, but he only smiled under the mask and unhooked your bra with ease.

When you reached the floor your room was on, he grabbed you by the hand and dragged you out of the elevator. The hotel room's door barely closed and he already had his mask and gloves thrown on the floor and his lips pressed against yours. He'd been waiting for this moment for so long that he was now going crazy over the thought of waiting even one minute longer.

So he hurriedly took off your shirt and bra then moved on to your jeans without his lips ever leaving yours. But then you tried to pull away, to build some distance between the two of you, and he couldn't help but let out a frustrated groan as he let you take a step back. "What now?" he asked, not even trying to hide his annoyance.

You licked your swollen lips as you put your weight from one foot to another. "Are you sure about this? Shouldn't we wait, like going on a few dates before ending up in bed?" you wondered hesitantly.

Were you fucking kidding him? "I think it's been a long time coming, love," he replied, moving one cautious step closer. "Why, you have doubts?"

"No doubts here," you said with a laugh.

"Then why the fuck did you ask that?"

You shrugged, your wicked smile challenging him as you watched him get closer to you again. "Frustrating, isn't it? Take it out on me, big boy," you told him.

And you didn't have to say twice.

[madhatterbri]

Confession | M.J.

Summary: Y/N gets injured during a standard match. Matt stops booking her and tells others that she is injured. The two argue, and he finally confesses his fear of losing her.

Author's Note: Bored? Play this. It's an AEW virtual escape room.

Taglist: @plentyoffandoms

Pure Fiction

Nick shot Y/N a pleading look when she entered the EVP's office. The look on her face said it all. She found out she wasn't booked to compete for another week. Matt blamed it on her injury. He even told others on the roster that her injury was more severe than originally thought.

To Y/N, the injury wasn't that severe. Her head hit the mat hard a few weeks ago on a taping of Dynamite. It was nothing crazy, just a misstep on her part. She was overzealous and fell off the top rope. Her opponent tried to catch her but couldn't make it in time. Mistakes happen. He should know that by now with how long Matt Jackson had been in the business.

"Another week of not being booked? Seriously? Why are you being like this? It was an accident. I was supposed to have a title contender's match, and now you are burying me," she complained loudly in their office. Y/N worked too hard for this to let it go so easily.

Matt pressed his lips together. He didn't look up just yet. He scrolled through the paper with the pen. She sat across from the brothers with her arms crossed. The older Jackson wasn't going to get off the hook so easily.

"If you have an issue with how I am doing my job, run it by Tony," Matt snapped as he went through various pages of paperwork laid out on the desk. Nick side-eyed his brother yet didn't say anything. This wasn't the first time he was a witness in one of their arguments.

The tension in the room escalated. The only noise came from the ticking of the clock. Y/N tried to keep her anger in check before it boiled over to the locker room. Their relationship was kept a secret mostly because they didn't want the others to think she was getting special treatment. Now it was laughable that she was getting anything at all.

Matt sighed and looked up at his angry girlfriend. Yet the more he looked, he could see the hurt in her eyes. He was just trying to protect her. Maybe Nick should have handled this. Their relationship made this a little messy.

"So that is it then? One small injury, and I am on the shelf forever?" Y'N snapped. Her gnawing anger started to get the best of her. "What next? You are going to book me to be some manager?"

"You hit your head against the mat. We had to end the match. That isn't a small injury," Matt defended.

"I'm cleared to compete, and you aren't letting me compete. You are treating me like a child!" Y/N fumed.

"Then stop acting like one," Matt spoke quickly. He cursed for being so careless with his words.

Nick's eyes widened as his mouth dropped. In the back of his mind, he could hear the 'you fucked up' chants. Matt was definitely going to be crashing with him in the hotel room tonight.

"Y/N, listen, I'm,"

"An idiot?" She asked. Matt opened his mouth to speak. This wasn't how things were supposed to end. She walked out of the office and slammed the door closed.

Y/N decided to watch Dynamite from the hotel room despite their fight. It was a pretty fun show. The brothers were continuing their antics as EVPs. Her eyes widened in shock when they advertised the segments happening next week. A picture of her and her opponent for next week appeared on the screen. Despite wanting to thank him, she still felt hurt about the argument.

Once the show was over, Y/N sat on the balcony. The waves crashed against the sand. She propped her feet on the railing and mindlessly scrolled through her phone. The sliding glass door opened, revealing Matt.

"Hey," he whispered and closed the door behind him. Matt raised his hands in defeat at her glare. "I'm just here to make things better,"

Matt sat on the chair and looked at her. The hurt still burned in her eyes. This was the last thing he ever wanted. Not after all the work she did to prove herself.

When she first came to AEW, she was just a tiny fish in the ocean. Week after week, she ate a loss, but one week, he saw a spark in her. She linked up with some other wrestlers and really improved. So much so that she had a shot at the title.

"I am sorry for not letting you compete," Matt apologized.

"It's fine, Matt. I saw I have a match next week. Thank you," she said. Matt grabbed her hand. His thumb ran over her fingers. He took a shaky breath.

"You don't understand. Every time I close my eyes. I see that night perfectly," he confessed. Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but he stopped her. "The way you laid motionless on the mat. When the ref gave the sign that you were in trouble. All stuck in the back of my mind,"

"Matt, accidents happen. I know that it's a little more complicated given our relationship, but you have to treat me like any other wrestler," she spoke. Guilt started to get a hold of her. She was so focused on her own hurt that she didn't think of his.

"But you aren't just any other wrestler. Not to me, anyway. I don't know what I would do if I lost you,"

Y/N felt like she couldn't breathe. No one had ever told her that before. She tried to keep her feelings at bay. Her eyes watered. A few tears managed to spill down.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know that is how you felt. I was so focused on my own hurt that I didn't think of your own,"

A brief silent period fell between them. His thumb still rubbed over her hand. Matt led her hand to his lips and kissed it.

"We both made mistakes. I should have just talked to you instead of putting you on the shelf," he admitted.

"And I should have thought about how you seeing my injury hurt you. So what do we do now?" Y/N asked.

"Well, I am your EVP, and I granted your request. Maybe I can get a thank you," he smirked and stood up from his chair. Matt opened the window and nudged his head towards the bed. Y/N rolled her eyes and giggled. She stood up and walked in quickly behind him.

[randomgurl2326]

Welcome To Th- Oh Shit… Part 2

A/N: Welcome back to part 2 of my Sanji fic. I don’t know how you guys liked that one(after I was finished writing it I didn’t really know how to feel about it). But thank you for all the support, love you!💚💜

TW: angst, severe angst

Y/N POV

You know that feeling like you have to cry but you have to keep it in? Yeah? Well, that’s exactly how I feel right now watching my ex-husband help my captain from the water.

No matter where I go, I can’t seem to get away from him, like a puppy who always finds his way back home. These last two days, I’ve been trying to avoid him all I could, but at every fucking turn he’s there.

Currently, I am chest-to-chest with Sanji (really, head-to-chest but I digress). That stupid fucking smirk on his facing always telling me he’s going to say something stupid, or hot, it’s hard to tell.

“I see you fruitless efforts have failed yet again. Ready to talk now,” Sanj asks with a certain twinge in his voice. Honestly, how dare he. He knows what happened, and he knows it wasn’t my fault…

Flashback 2 YEARS AGO

“Sanji, I have had enough of this shit! You know how I feel about this! About what you do,” after todays shift I was pissed with my alluring chef, so fucking careless.

Sanji throws his head back, without a clue of why his wife is upset with him, “And I’ve told you million times: I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Right, right. Play the dumb card, see where that gets you. You know how I feel when you flirt with those thoughtless women,” my anger seething through, sure enough Zeff could hear us.

I start pacing around our shared room no thoughts but anger running through my mind. I knew Sanji was a flirt, but I never thought he would ever take it this far.

“Oh yeah? And what about you and dimwit at 5, huh? Don’t think I didn’t see that.”

That motherfucker, he knows I don’t do this willingly and he’s over there on a high-fucking-horse thinking he’s got me.I stop and look dead in his honey eyes, “Don’t. You know, you know,” tears starting to burn in my eyes as I point my finger at him, “No. No…” I take a deep breath and yell, “OUT! Now! Get out! FUCK!”

As I move, I bump into Sanji and move past him. I don’t see his heart broken, confused face. I just see my anger and I start packing everything in my bags. My eyes still burning, leaving, thinking I’ll never come back or see him again.

Flashback Over PRESENT DAY

I look up to him and think back to that day, not realizing he didn’t know, me being selfish, not even thinking about him or letting him explain. Tears pool in my eyes as I look up to him, my voice small.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” it’s never ending, I just keep on saying ‘sorry’ like my life depended on it.

As I keep going, he pulls me into his chest and strokes my hair, shushing me to calm me down. “Do-Don’t say sorry, mom cherie,” his silver voice soothing me as I hiccup through the tears.

I can’t look up at him, I can’t face him. My once epic love, ruined from one night, me being stupid and selfish.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry about that night. I’m sorry that you didn’t know. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you-hiccup-I’m sorry, my tears temporarily subsiding, me looking up at him.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re here, I’m here,” his voice a remedy to my deafening sobs. His hand caress my face, him wiping away my tears. “It’s okay, I love you. I love you,” his voice breaks, and I look up to reveal him crying, just like that night.

I don’t hold it in anymore—I can’t hold it in anymore—I take the leap. I kiss him. That once epic love all coming back, to the both of us. As our lips part, I whisper, as if a well-kept secret, “I love you.”

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A/N: I know, I know, so much angst! Anyway, part 3?

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