#that was the Event that pulled me back here btw. i am leaving again now

[justabunchofdragons]

guys i promise im still on hiatus i know i have come back online like seven separate times but THINGS KEEP HAPPENING!!! you must understand this

[niki-phoria]

Hello there! If its okay can you do gn neutral reader x Chishiya,so the scenario is Chishiya seeing his campus crush on borderland and they are the new excutive member who is sarcastic, kind but mean as a joke and pretty intelligent and THEY ARE REALLY REALLY ATTRACTIVE.I hope it's not much if you do it, it will be a another motivation for me to shift tysm!

xiao's love of doctor chishiya gifs returns

pairing: chishiya x gn!beach executive!reader (they/them pronouns) genre: fluff, comfort (??) word count: 1.7k

warnings: kinda ooc chishiya, reader gets shot with an arrow (non descriptive), mentions of blood, implication of stitches, the person helping reader is supposed to be tatta but i couldn't figure out to bring it up (my boy deserves better), niragi, poor depiction of the beach executive scene, niragi, i am a niragi hater and a dori lover until the day i die, tumblr glitched and the original post i wrote for this didn't save and it scared the shit out of me lmao

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i couldn't really figure out how to add reader being chishiya's campus crush so it just starts with them knowing each other lmao. thank you for being so descriptive with reader's personality that's super helpful i hope you like it :))

additional note: i'm almost at 500 followers (HUGE thank you btw that's crazy) and i was thinking of doing an event thing ?? but i'm not sure if anyone would be interested so lmk ig lmao

requests are open !! read my rules first

“y/n?” you perk up at the familiar voice, quick to leave your conversation with ann and mira. 

“chishiya!” he stands with his hands stuffed into the pockets of a white jacket. he’s wearing a pair of swim trunks and sandals. you can barely see his wristband from where the sleeve of his jacket ends. “i can never get rid of you, can i?” you tease.

“i suppose not.” chishiya leans back against the wall, a little uncomfortable at the stares of the other beach members in the room. 

sensing his discomfort, you glance over your shoulder at them. “ah, i should give you a tour. have you picked a room yet?” 

“i was hoping you could help with that.” 

you tug chishiya along with you, guiding him through the different areas of the beach. 

your shoulders brush against each other as you sit by the pool, dunking your legs in the cold water. “how long have you been here?” you ask. 

“just a few days,” chishiya replies. “i’m still not entirely sure what’s going on.” 

you glance behind you over your shoulder, dropping your voice to a whisper. “you know about the visas and the cards?” he nods, subtly leaning in a little closer. “hatter thinks we’ll be able to send someone back to the normal world once we collect all of the cards.”

“you don’t think so?” 

you sigh. “i’m not sure. we only have a few cards right now, but something tells me it won’t be that easy.” despite the pool being completely empty, you lean in even closer to chishiya to whisper in his ear. “i don’t think we can trust the people here.” chishiya shivers. your breath is warm against his neck. he can feel his ears burn slightly when you pull away. 

an unfamiliar feeling settles itself in his stomach. fear? dread? anxiety? you kick small ripplies into the water, slowly reaching over to hold his hand. despite all of the unknowns he’s sure you’ll be forced to confront, chishiya finds comfort in the feeling of your hand in his. 

chishiya paces along the outside of the beach, continuously looking out at the horizon. “waiting for someone?” kuina asks, leaning back against the wall of the hotel. chishiya sighs, knowing her question is rhetorical. 

“y/n’s not back yet.” 

kuina pushes off of the wall, suddenly serious. “they’re not?” he shakes his head, looking out into the darkness again. “well, do you know who they were with during their last game? maybe someone knows something.” 

“i haven’t seen anyone since i came back.” 

“what about the other executives? have you told them?” chishiya doesn’t answer. “there has to be something we can do, right? what about-” 

“hey!” in the distance they can barely see a man struggling to pull someone towards the beach. “help me! i need help!” 

kuina is quick to react, rushing over to the man. chishiya watches her as she runs to meet him, gasping. “chishiya!” she yells. “it’s y/n!” 

he can almost feel the blood in his body go cold. kuina shoves herself underneath your other arm, helping the man pull you to the beach. it feels like the world has stopped - everything frozen at this moment in time. 

after what feels like forever chishiya manages to will his body to move, rushing to you. blood coats your side and jacket, seeping through your shirt. he presses a hand against your wound, supporting your weight. 

“what happened?” he hopes his voice isn’t shaking. 

“they had crossbows,” the man pants. “i had to pull it out but i think it went straight through. i didn’t know what else to do.” 

“chishiya,” you whimper, clutching his body. 

“it’s okay,” he whispers. “it’s gonna be okay.” 

you grunt as he wraps an arm around your waist, lifting your body into his arms. you cling to his body, letting him carry you into the beach’s basement. he gently sets you on a metal table before frantically searching through the room for medical supplies. kuina leans over you, pressing a towel against your side. you wince at the pressure, tears stinging your eyes. 

“sorry,” she whispers. “i’m sorry.” 

chishiya takes over for her soon after, moving the towel to the side. “this is gonna hurt,” he warns. you grab his hand, squeezing it. 

“i trust you.” 

the pain is sharp and sudden. it feels like someone is pressing on your chest, preventing any air from entering your lungs. the ceiling above you blurs into a mix of blue lighting and gray metal before it all goes black and the world disappears. 

the pain has subsided greatly when you wake up. your vision is blurry as you blink a few times, trying to clear your vision. sunlight shines through open curtains, illuminating the hotel room you lay in. it’s clean - cleaner than your room. the sheets feel nice against your skin. 

you grunt, forcing yourself to sit up. your body aches as you lean back against the headboard. the door opens quietly before it closes. a man sighs before he enters. “chishiya?” your voice is raspy when you try to speak. your throat stings. 

“y/n,” chishiya rushes to your side, opening a bottle of water and handing it to you. you gulp it down quickly, desperate for any liquid. “how are you feeling?” 

“sore.” 

chishiya takes the empty bottle, sitting down next to you. he reaches out to grab your hand, running his thumb along your knuckles. his voice is quiet when he speaks again. “you really scared me, you know.” 

“about me dying? come on, you can’t get rid of me that easily.” you squeeze his hand. “chishiya,” you whisper. he looks down at you. “i’m okay. you saved me.” 

“i know, i just…” he sighs, staring back down at your hands. you intertwine your fingers together, a silent way of encouraging him to continue. “i can’t lose you. you were back late, and then when you make it here you were hurt. and then you passed out and…” chishiya takes a deep breath, tension from his shoulders relaxing a little. “i don’t want to see you hurt. i love you.” 

“‘shiya,” you bring a hand up to his face, wiping away a stray tear he hadn’t realized had fallen. you lift his chin, forcing him to look at you. “i know everything will be okay as long as i have you. i love you too.” 

chishiya gives you a small smile, pulling your hand up to press a kiss against your knuckles. “don’t ever do this to me again.” 

you chuckle. “i won’t. i promise.” 

you pull the chair out between chishiya and niragi, taking your seat at the executives table. arisu stands uncomfortably at the other side of the room, watching you. chishiya raises his hand, waving at him. you playfully elbow his side. “he’s nervous, leave him alone.” 

“i’m just waving,” he retorts. 

“you looked just like him when you got here,” you tease. “give him a break.” 

mira, ann, and kuzuryu sit across from you. on your right, next to niragi, aguni sits at the edge, right next to hatter. 

“we are here to discuss the potential promotion of our very own, arisu!” hatter enthusiastically introduces, pointing over at the man. arisu shifts uncomfortably at the attention. 

niragi scoffs. “are we really trusting him to be an executive?” 

“we’re trusting you to be an executive.” niragi glares at you, reaching for his rifle before ann interrupts. 

“he was able to win a seven of hearts. we haven’t seen that card before.” 

“it’s a seven of hearts,” mira exaggerates. “if arisu was able to win the game, then, we should be able to send someone back to the normal world soon.” 

“she’s right,” kuzuryu says, leaning back in his chair. “heart games are the most difficult.” 

“i vote for promoting him.” you say. under the table, chishiya reaches over to grab your hand. “he won a heart game we’ve never seen before. people have been promoted for less.” 

“why don’t we test him? send him into a game with an executive and see how he operates under the pressure.” ann suggests. hatter points at her, tutting. 

“now that’s a good idea. any objections?” after a few seconds of silence, hatter stands. “perfect! this meeting has been concluded.” 

chishiya’s hand remains in yours as you leave the room, slinking through the various corridors of the hotel you’ve found to a private area. “what are you thinking about arisu?” he asks. 

“he won a heart game and you said he was good in tag. he could be a useful ally.” he hums in agreement. 

the fire burns around you as you re-enter the remains of the hotel you used to call your home. a man stands in the center of what used to be the lobby, hands stuffed in his pockets. 

“chishiya?” you call, avoiding the heat as you step closer. he glances over his shoulder at you, picking something up off of the table. you lean over to see what he’s holding. it’s a card. the ten of hearts. 

“you were right, you know,” he says, throwing the card back onto the table. he smiles when you cock your head at him in confusion. “when i first arrived, one of the first things you said to me was that i shouldn’t trust the people here. you were right.” chishiya steps closer, intertwining his hands with yours. “i’m starting to think collecting the cards was pointless after all.” 

the flames around you only grow stronger. “as much as i’d like to bask in your praise, we really need to leave,” you say, reaching over to grab his arm. “let’s go. kuina’s waiting.” he hums, pressing a kiss against your temple as he follows you out.

[goldengirlls]

Hot off the press from “possessive” (TO FUCKING DIE FOR BTW) and ya girl is already in your asks 5 seconds later quite literally down on my hands and knees like the filthy slut I am begging you and your brilliant filthy mind of edging content 😇

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warning: 18+!!!! + edging + age gap (readers in her 20’s, rafe’s in his 40’s!!) + daddy kink + sir kink

summary: bad girls don’t get rewards

a/n: if any errors ignore them !! okay !!! so !! i usually don’t do requests but since everyone loved possessive + since im in such a happy mood i thought id quench y’alls thirst !!! angel baby i love you and your support now & forever so i hope this satisfies your need <3333 I HOPE I DID YOU JUSTICE @r0und3bitch

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“Please let me cum, I — fuck, I wont do it again.” You yanked ficiously on his hair pulling, scratching, begging him to let you have a release. He refused to budge. All he saw was red the moment he figured you out. 

“Please let me cum, I — fuck, I wont do it again.” You yanked ficiously on his hair pulling, scratching, begging him to let you have a release. He refused to budge. All he saw was red the moment he figured you out. 

“Please let me cum, I — fuck, I wont do it again.” You yanked ficiously on his hair pulling, scratching, begging him to let you have a release. He refused to budge. All he saw was red the moment he figured you out. 

His mood instantly perked up when you strutted through his door. One foot in front of the other, his smile never leaving as he pushed his chair back, arms in front of him — inviting you into him. His lips not wanting to leave yours the moment he found them. He was lovestruck. Never did he care about you showing up, he was proud to have you on his arm, to call you his, to know that he had something everyone wanted. His neutral colored office with a dark wooden desk stood firm in his spacious, forty fifth floor floor to ceiling window office. A picture of the two of you at a polo event to the left of his computer, two chairs in front of his desk, and to the far left a cream colored couch and glass table — that you demanded he had when you came to visit. 

Your blue Dior Saddle bag hung over your shoulder, Bottega heels, light makeup and a contagious smile. What he didn’t know was that you were only in a coat. So when his hands found the belt that hid his treasure he completely lost it. 

Coat discarded, papers scattered l over the floor, your body sprawled in front of him on his desk, wrists bound above your head —with his tie. Never failing to ask if he could demolish his favorite meal. 

“Tsk — such a naughty girl.” He hummed into your over worked clit. He had picked up the phone, immediately telling Annabelle (his assistant) to cancel his meetings for the rest of the day that he was busy handling something that needed his attention. “Walking in here, wearing everything I bought you. You know what that does to me.” His cerulean eyes now the color of the sky at night, “You wanna know somethin?” His eyes hid the internal inferno that was currently taking place, a whine leaving your jumbled mind. Adding another finger, his thumb tracing his favorite words while his free hand held down your hips. “I get off, crave, need to see you in the things that I buy for you. Fuck you’re so tight. Knowing that you wear these things because I bought them for you. In a fucked up way pretty girl it’s me marking my territory.” His smirk is heard through every single letter. You clenched around his fingers, working your hips, rutting into him. His hungry eyes never leave your glazed eyes as he spoke to you, removing his fingers, denying you once again from another orgasm. 

“Please, please, please I promise it won’t happen again.” Lie. You said something very similar to that last time when you walked in here in nothing but a light blue button up of his. It came out as a whine, a plea — you were begging desperately for him. It would always be him. It was the fourth time his fingers and mouth had denied you from your mind blowing orgasm and you only had yourself to blame. “Daddy — I — please. Fuck I’ll do anything. Just. Please daddy.” Your arms holding you up to make eye contact with him.

“Please.”

His hand wrapping around the back of your head to bring you closer to him “Have you learned your lesson baby?” His thumb brushing against your warm, rosey cheek. His lips slotting onto yours, his tongue running on your bottom lip, teasing you before pulling away as you chased his swollen lips that lingered you on them. That matched your overworked clit and swollen lips. 

“Yes. Yes sir — daddy. It won’t happen again. Just please, I'll do anything.” Glazy doe eyed and your soul leaving your body when his tongue met your over sensitive clit. 

He hummed into you knowing this is exactly what he wanted. Begging. Desperate. All for him. Now you know how he felt. He was always desperate for you. Always needing you breakfast, lunch and dinner. His free hand, no longer on your hips but wrapped around your neck, tangling it around your neck and necklaces. 

His fingers curl to brush your g’spot over and over again. His lips move down, teasing your hole before shoving his tongue into you. He didn’t care who heard you. He wanted people to hear the things leaving your body. He got off knowing he had a twenty something year old getting off because of him and he wanted people to know. His tongue swirling anywhere and everywhere, his fingers working furiously on your clit Cameron being traced. 

“Shit — angel baby, show me.”

With every bit of strength and willpower you unwrapped your hand , slid it slowly down your body and placed your left hand in front of his face. 

You were now on your way to being a Cameron. And fuck — when he got down on his knee, to ask you those four words, something he swore he’d never do. His heart beating astronomically fast, the sun kissing you in the most angelic way. So when you muttered the letter word he was sent to space. The one thing that promised him you forever. His new favorite accessory on you. You had his heart from the moment he saw you on his computer screen, legs spread, head thrown back as your vibrator worked itself on your clit. 

You clenched around his tongue? His fingers? You weren’t sure what it was but it was sending you into Euphoria. “I — Can I? Please?” Out of breath and on the verge of a tantrum. 

“Hold it.” His voice deep and powerful just like his presence. His fingers now working you impossibly faster, his pants tighter and he knew his cock was red and purple, veins piercing, painfully hard and he could see the wet spot on his pants from the pre cum. His mouth everywhere on your clit, your hands grasping his hair, legs squeezing around his head and your back arched begging the devil to release the demon that was begging to be set free. 

“Cum now.” Earth shattering scream, nails puncturing his scalp, his face covered with you and your favorite his cold rings now soaked in your cum, all from him. A moment passes as he kisses your thighs and places you straddling him in his lap.

“You okay?” His lips meeting your head, fingers dancing through your hair and your breath trying to find a steady pace. A small hum in response to him “Yes.” Picking your head up to look at him with blow pupils and dry lips. A meaningful kiss on his lips, then his hand reaching for your ring adorned hand, kissing your palm, then each knuckle and then finally the peace of him that laid on you. 

"I love you."

The moment that would permanently live forever in his mind. 

[deadduvznap]

👻 Request for the birthday event (Happy bday), top gamer!reader x cc!sapnap noncon/dubcon. Maybe something where he keeps his stupid anime hoodie on. Thank you if you do it but it's also chill if you don't.

deadduvsnap birthday event

thank you sm nonie and thank you for ur request ill give you a kiss <3

okay okay sapnap would be chillen on his bed okay and ur prob in the next room maybe yalls study and maybe before that you are streaming or like what if i say ur a professional gamer okay and ur practicing for smth maybe an upcoming event and hes grumpy cus he cant talk to you cus ur too busy and ur gaming for a long long while i mean like 7 hour session and when ur done its literally like 4 am and hes waiting for you and hes grumpy and hes not talking to you and hes in his room and ur finally done you leave and go get ready for bed and finally when ur ready to like sleep you walk into ur room again from the bathroom and hes there sulking on the bed ur like when did you get here why are you sulking and he doesnt reply hes just sitting there grumpy and ur like fine whatever so you change from just a towel cus you got outta the shower (im saying its one of those bathrooms thats connected to ur bedroom) and when youre done changing you go to the bed and you notice hes hard and ur like omg sapnap ur hard? and hes like shut the hell up and looks away and ur like damn okay so you tell him ur going to bed and hes gets up all grumpy and lets you get under the covers but he sits back down still hard btw and you lay down hes sitting up ur eye level w his hard dick (sapnap has a small dick you can hate me for it) so when hes looking away you put ur hand on his dick hes like what the fuck are you doing and ur like nothing and he shoves your hand off him but and he like starts getting off the bed so you grab his arm and you literally like yank him down on the bed and get on top of him holding his legs down with yours hes like pushing you off saying like get the hell off me and ur like shut the fuck up and cover his mouth and hes scratching at you and ur like fuck no the hell ur not gonna do that so you slap him and he just starts tearing up and ur like if you dont shut up and stay still im gonna hurt you worse so he shuts up and you pull off his sleeping shorts and leave on his hoodie cus why not and hes still teared up and covering his dick with his hoodie so you force him to flip over and he trying to push you away from behind him and u just slap him and you pull down ur sleeping pants and put on a condom and put some lube on yourself and put some on his asshole and hes shaking and full sobbing now and you put the tip of your dick against his asshole and his breathing and crying stutters for a second and his body stiffens up and you push the tip of your dick in and he yells cus hes not prepped and you push your dick in all the way hes like full sobbign crying hes biting into the pillow cus it hurts so badly hes saying stuff like no stop get off me go away his hands are reaching back trying to slap you away and you grab his hands and put them behind his back and hold it there with one hand and you start actually fucking him and dare i say break his arm no i wont say that oh wait okay listen using the hood to pull him back onto you and its choking him and hes trying to pull it away from his neck and when hes almost passed out you let go and he falls back onto the bed and hes coughing and you hit him so he stops and when you cum you pull out and hes sobbing onto the bed into ur pillow and you take off ur condom and throw it away and clean urself up and you push sapnap almost off the bed and tell him to get the hell out of ur room you dont wanna see his face and he has to get off the bed with almost died lube on him and hes struggling to walk and hes sobbing and he stumbles out of the room and you go to bed thinking bout how fulfilled you feel that night

[psychotic4ghost]

I had a weird day at work today, so have this

Simon x civi!reader

no pronouns should be used but it is technically about me and the events that happened to me at work today so fem implied. Fluff, comfort/hurt

This is kind of terrible but it's more me just saying what happened today. Before the boarder in this did actually happen to me about *checks watch* an hour and a half ago so it's nice to just talk about it :) I'm fine btw

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You were a manager for a small business, you liked your job, it as easy. But sometimes it had it faults, like today.

It was closing time, you had 10 minutes left on the clock till you could lock those doors and start your closing, inching closer to getting to go home to your partner.

One customer lingered in the store and you were suspicious of her, she had been wondering the store for an odd amount of time, asking odd questions and overall giving off a weird vibe. A vibe you were used to keeping an eye out for by now with you years of retail/management experience.

She was finally at the register and your cashier was ringing up her items but she was weirdly indecisive, adding items, removing items, bagging items weirdly. You stood by the door, in between her and the door as you waited for her to pay, except she didn't. She grabbed the bags of expensive items and attempted to move past you to the door without paying.

"You need yo pay for that stuff, ma'am." You said as you stepped partially in front of her.

"I am!" She boldly speaks in responce.

"No you aren't you're trying to leave, please pay before you leave with the items." You tried to remain calm but something snapped in you, you stepped in her way but she pushed past you. You knew in the back of your mind you should just let her leave, it was the right option. But you didn't you held the doors shut as she tried to push past them.

One of the bags fell from her grip as she continued trying to push past you with the expensive order. The cashier you had with you for the night rushed around the counter as he tried to help you with the doors.

"Let me leave!" She kept yelling as you blocked her way.

"Drop the bags and you can." You responded, trying to keep your voice calm. Adrenaline had taken over by now as she pushed harder on the doors. She was practically outside at that point.

She finally dropped all the bags as the cashier kicked them away from her reach as she slipped out the door. But before you could fully shut the doors, her hand swung back in, striking you across the face. Your glasses shifted, hitting your nose uncomfortably. Your hand flung to your face, holding it while the cashier pulled the doors shut.

"Are you okay?!" The cashier asked as he held the doors shut.

"Y-yeah, help me lock these. Grab the keys." You laughed nervously. You held the doors shut as he ran to the counter to grab the keys.

You locked the doors together before he spoke again, "You took that hit like a champ."

"Thanks." You laughed, not really knowing what emotions to feel.

The cashier began putting the items back on the floor and cleaning up while you called your boss, still laughing through your nerves.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

"Hey, Simon." you softly called into your apartment as you shut the door.

"Hey sweetheart- are you oaky?" Simon picked up on your emotions the moment he saw your face. You didn't even realize you had any sort of look but he certainly did.

"Oh, yeah. This thing happened at work today..." You said as you set your bag down on the couch, plopping down next to it.

Simon didn't say anything, he waited patiently for you to tell him.

"I got hit. Some lady smacked me while she was trying to steal." You admitted. You knew Simon wouldn't take this lightly. It was in his nature to take any form of assault lightly.

"What? Someone hit you?" Simon's fist clench.

"It's fine. I'm okay. I filed a report already. Look, they didn't do any damage, more just startled me."

Simon gripped your checks as he examined your face. "No, right here you have small cuts." He tapped lightly on the side of your nose. You glasses, which were missing a nose pad on the left side, must have scrapped into your skin a little. You hadn't even noticed until Simon pointed it out.

"It's fine Simon, I promise. I didn't even know I was scratched." You pleaded. You weren't sure why you were trying to fight him when all he wanted was to make sure you were safe.

"You don' 'ave to act tough 'round me. I know you act tough 'round your staff but you can let go here." Simon held your hands in his.

You sighed as you fell forwards into him, your forehead making contact with his shoulder. "Really, I am okay. More just had an adrenaline boost. I could use some cuddles though." You looked back up at him through your lashes.

He nodded quickly as he pulled himself onto the couch properly. He wrapped a blanket around you as you snuggled into his chest. He clicked on the telly and there you sat, bundled up, watching comedy skits till you passed out. Tomorrow you'd have more reports to fill out but for now you could just forget the incident ever happened.

[queenofmistresses]

The Third Musketeer

Chapter 5

A/N I did a mini poll to decide whether or not to continue after the last chapter or redo it and leave out the *cough* events between Stiles and reader. I didn’t have many responses but most people voted for me to continue! So here’s the next chapter! Hope you all enjoy and please reblog and even give me feedback if you’re feeling extra nice! Thank you! Not fully proofread btw…

Someone had been murdered. Again. And guess who was at the crime scene? Jackson and Lydia. God, it’s like no-one can escape this. 

Stiles called me up last night to tell me about it, it wasn’t good, and Jackson was angry. So angry he started yelling at Stiles’ dad. 

I try to forget about everything as I walk into school, taking a deep breath and step inside. Just, focus on school, that’s what’s important right now. Don’t make things worse by letting your grades go down.

After my first class, Stiles came running up to find me, “Scott needs to do something.” He leans agains my locker. 

“I know.”

“Lydia’s not been in today.” He looks me up and down slightly. I press my back against the locker next to him. 

“I know.” 

“Someone should probably go to her house and see if she’s ok.”

“I know.” I nod, looking at him.

“I-is it ok if I go and check on her?”

“Yeah of course, I’m not your keeper, you don’t need my permission.” I chuckle slightly. 

“Yeah- yeah I know but, you know, I don’t want you to be upset or anything.” 

“And why would it upset me?” I ask, knowing the answer. 

“Y/n you know what I’m talking about stop making this hard.” He groans. I chuckle. 

“Stiles, we said we weren’t going to do anything about you know what. You’re allowed to do what you want.”

“I just, I just want you to be happy.” He mumbles and looks down to the floor. I turn to face him and bring a hand up to hold his cheek to move him to look at me. 

“Stiles I am.” I say, searching his eyes. Trying to figure out what this is really about. He shakes his head.

“No. You’re not happy. You’re not even ok. And who can blame you?! Everything’s going wrong right now! And I can’t even be in a relationship with you! I can’t support you the way I want to.” Now I bring my other hand to his face. 

“You’re right. I’m not happy. But I’m still here and I’m coping. And I know that you want to do more, and that’s why I fell for you, but right now I can’t be your priority. Your best friend is a werewolf. And there is an alpha running around murdering people. I can wait. You’re batman remember?” That brings a little smile to his face, “I can’t let Gotham fall because I stole their hero now, can I?” 

He searches my eyes for a moment before tugging me into a tight hug. I hug him back, pouring as much emotion as I can into it. He pulls away and this time it’s his turn to hold my face, it has my stomach doing flips. “You’re amazing you know that? God, how did I get so lucky?” He smiles wide at me, then he brings his face closer to mine and it feels like he’s staring into my soul. “Your batman is going to save Gotham faster than you can blink, and then, catwoman,” he winks, “I’m going to come and save you. I’m not going anywhere.” I smile at him. 

“Thank you.” I mouth to him and I lean my body forwards slightly. He kisses my forehead and brings me into another hug. 

“Can you come with me?” He asks, and of course, I give him a nod. 

“Honey there’s a Stiles and y/n here to see you.” Lydia’s mom says as she walks into Lydia’s room. Lydia’s lying on the bed picking at her nails. 

“What hell is a Stiles?” She asks. I try not to chuckle. 

“She took a little something to ease her nerves,” her mom nervously tells us, “you can go in.” 

“Thanks.” Me and Stiles say stepping inside the room. I decide to let Stiles take the lead on this one since it was his idea. Lydia turns to face us and I see the lack of appropriate clothes get revealed. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“W-we were just making sure you’re ok.”she hums, looking at us both. 

“Why?” She pats the bed and Stiles glances at me, I give him a slight nod and he sits in the gap she just made. 

“Because I was worried about you today. How are you feeling?” He asks. I smile at how caring he is. Lydia moves and squeezes Stiles’ bicep before sitting up. 

“I feel fantastic.” She brings her face super close to Stiles’ and I can’t help but feel a little uncomfortable. 

Just as I’m about to say something, Stiles reaches over to Lydia’s bedside table and picks up her pills. He chuckles when he reads the label, “I bet you can’t say ‘I saw Suzy sitting in a shoeshine shop’ 10 times fast.” 

“I saw shuzy- err- I shaw-“ she stares at Stiles and gets a horrible look on her face as he puts the pills down. Then she leans down and stares at the wall, “I saw…” ok… this feels important. 

“What? Lydia what did you see?” Stiles asks and I move closer. 

“Something.” She says, and I can tell she seems to be holding back. 

“Something like… like a mountain lion?” I suggest. 

“A mountain lion.” She smiles slightly, dazed. 

“Are you sure you saw a mountain lion or are you just saying that because that’s what the police told you?” 

“A mountain lion.” She says as if reassuring someone, though I suspect the someone is herself. 

Stiles takes the stuffed giraffe toy off her desk and holds it up to her. “What’s this?” 

“A mountain lion.” She says, now seeming sure of herself. 

“Okay…” Stiles mutters then turns to me, “She is so high.” Just as he says that Lydia slumps onto his leg looking like she’s asleep. 

“Oh god.” I mutter, rubbing my head. 

“Well we’re gonna go.” Stiles declares after a few minutes of us glancing between each other and Lydia. “Leave you to the whole post traumatic stress thing.” He gets up and we walk out the room, just as I’m about to close the door Lydia’s phone rings. 

“Um, want me to get that Lyds?” I ask, the first thing I’ve said to her today. She doesn’t respond so I walk over to make sure it’s nothing important for her. I open her phone and see that it’s a text, but before I can try to open it, a video on her phone starts playing. A video of what looks like, the alpha wolf. “Oh my god… Stiles look at this!” He rushes over, having heard my urgency and he watches the video. Oh god, Lydia really did see it. What do we do now? This could endanger her further. Stiles looks like he’s having the same thoughts. 

We quickly head back to Stiles’ house and try to get hold of Scott. Stiles calls him but it goes straight to voicemail, what is he doing? “Hey, it’s me again.” Stiles starts. “Look, I found something and I don’t know what to do okay?” His voice breaks a little and it makes my heart hurt. “So if you could turn your phone on,” he sounds a little more frustrated now, “right now, that’d be great. Or else, I’ll kill you, you understand me? I’m gonna kill you. We both will! And I’m too upset to come up with a witty description about hoe exactly I’m gonna kill you, but I’m just gonna do it okay? I’m gonna… ugh! Goodbye!” He hangs up and drops his phone on his bed, 

He groans and sighs, sitting backwards on his desk chair and putting his head against his arms. I come up behind him and rub his shoulders a little. I’m about to say something before Noah knocks on the door making both of us jump.

“Please tell me I’m gonna hear good news at this parent-teacher thing tonight.” Oh god I forgot that was tonight. 

“Depends on how you define good news.” Stiles responds, seemingly avoiding looking at me. 

“I define it as you getting straight A’s with no behavioural issues.” 

“You might wanna rethink that definition.” Stiles says, trying to be humorous, but I can hear the disappointment. 

“Enough said.” Noah says, sparing me a quick smile before walking off. 

Stiles sighs sadly and looks down at his desk. I bring my hands back up to his shoulders, squeezing them reassuringly. “It’s okay Stiles, you’ve got a lot going on.” He sighs and nods, bring one of his hands up to mine and squeezing it before bringing it forward to place a quick but gentle kiss to my palm. I’m glad he can’t see my face because I must look like an idiot. 

“Ugh! Scott better get back from whatever it is he’s doing soon or I really am gonna kill him.” I chuckle leaning down so my chin is resting on his head. “No arguments from me there.” I respond, making him chuckle a little too. 

We stay like that quietly for a little bit. Eventually Stiles grabs the phone again and wordlessly deletes the video from Lydia’s phone. I agree with his decision so I don’t say anything to him. 

Soon I head to the student-teacher conference, I meet my mum and tell her I haven’t seen Scott all day. She calls him but as predicted he doesn’t pick up. She quickly gives up and heads inside telling me to tell him where she is when he arrives. 

I see Allison’s car pull up and I look inside to see Scott and suddenly it all clicks as to where he’s been. Just as I’m about to storm over to him, my mum storms out the door, clearly trying to contact him, sounding angry. Scott ducks below the dashboard and I decide that I won’t snitch right now, but he owes me. 

My mum spots Allison’s parents coming out the door and we overhear them trying to get in contact with her too. She goes over to speak to them and just before their discussion gets heated, Allison and Scott get out of the car. 

We all storm over to them and our mum starts asking where he’s been. Just as Allison’s dad tells her to get in the car to go home, we hear some kind of scream. We all run over to see what’s happening. 

People are running around and screaming everywhere, running to their cars and panicking. But I can’t see why. I hear some kind of growling and try to figure out what’s making the noise, through all the panic and cars suddenly pulling out, I separate from Scott. Suddenly I’m about 3 feet from Noah who’s trying to get people out. 

A car suddenly pulls out as he walks behind it, pushing him over. I quickly run over to him checking on him. “I’m alright, I’m alright.” He reassures and I kneel down next to him.

“Are you sure? That looked painful.” I ask, looking over to make sure. 

He pulls a gun out of a holster attached to his calf and just as he tried to get his bearings, we hear 2 gunshots. We both look over to see Allison’s dad lowering his gun. 

Everyone gathers around whatever he shot while I stay with Noah to try and help. I hear a few people mutter out the words ‘mountain lion’ and it surprises me but I have other priorities.

God Stiles is going to be upset when he hears about this. 

[thebestworstidea]

So; let me share a story.

Last summer, while loading the car and trailer for Pennsic Wars, I tripped over a cinderblock and went flying into the herb garden, missing a rosebush by about a foot and a half. As you might guess, that hurt a great deal. After lying in the garden for a while('I live here now. Argh, Ra, et tu? Why is it so bright?'), I got up and resumed loading, because there was a deadline, and I was about to drive for eight-ish hours ANYway.

When I finally got to bed, I took off my jeans and said 'whoo boy, that's a nasty one.' looking at the cut/scrape on my calfbone. But it had stopped bleeding, and I was exhausted, so I went to bed.

From this point forward, things get a little ugly, so please take care if you don't like a) wound discussion and b) stupidly about a.

The next day is set up, which involves cleaning up, lots of dust, dirt and banging my calfbone against shit. Finlay I pulled up the leg of my jeans and slapped a bandaid on it just to pad the damn thing. Without really looking. Without, you might note, washing it at any point. This is a camping, event BTW, showers involve a walk, and a wait. A shower as brief as you can make it out of politeness's sake, Then uphill to get back to camp.

Jump to a few days later, and I'm llike 'man this still hurts, why isn't it healing?' and while everyone else was elsewhere, I peeled the bandaid off, and had a look.

it was as bad as you might guess. the scrape had turned into a kind of a dip, puffy at the edges, filled with crusty off white puss, and red far enough out that I would probably have seen noticed it creeping out from beneath the bandage soon. Remember how I was alone? I pulled the first aid kit over and cleaned it off myself with alcohol wipes. I mean, I could see it, it was easy enough to get to, it just sucked. At that point I put a new bandaid on. I did take a picture so I could show my mother when she got back and she was appalled. And rightly so. She made me take the bandage off every other day so she could check on it and clean it again, and put ointment on it. the infection slowly retreated back under the bandage and went down, and was even scabbed properly by the time we headed home. I kept putting bandaids on it for a couple weeks, because it was still kind of ugly and if I banged my leg (which I did, this is just a place I collide with shit) it would get inflamed again.

Why am I telling you this story?

Because I still have a small dent in my leg, surrounded by a discolored patch. Bigger than the initial scrape. Not by a lot, but it is. I have, in retrospect, NO FUCKING IDEA how I avoided getting blood poisoning.

Even if it doesn't seem important at the time, please take care of your hurts properly. Things can get worse faster than you think, and can leave more lasting marks. It's worth the time and effort, even if you feel it's not as important as other things.

[stringsofstarlight]

11:11🥰

     I can only say so much without saying too much.  Gonna leave the events of yesterday as a sparkling, shining light upon the hill.  There is absolutely no doubt we will revisit the subject in depth, I have a tendency to push the envelope when discretion would be more fitting.  Like why did I wait until the ruckus was over outside to grab some food?   There was a man in a truck sitting within a short stones throw of where I was seen last night by a tow truck.  I am all set to stay here for the night, but I really don’t know how secure it is anymore.  Right now, I can feel the heat coursing through the city all around me.  They be nearly as hungry as you, my darling.😉 I do apologize for last night, I had a cannabis edible later than my completely tired out body was able to withstand.  Really, I thought it would enhance the later time even more.  I have come to realize that the connection is simply exquisite and mind blowing completely sober, except for maybe a coffee or matcha.😍  Fell asleep a little bit after 1 or maybe a little later, it was all a blur of messages coming in from everywhere and everyone.   The walking in Chicago prepared me to pull off both ways yesterday, I originally planned on using Lyft or a cab for the way back, but alas, fate and destiny had a say in all that jazz.  Stoked to be alive and kicking, so very thankful for everyone in my life.🥰  Last year in LA, when I subverted the beautiful plan at the hotel by moving out too soon is entering my mind.  There was a time while the next possibility was worked out.  Me thinks it is the day to begin synching again.   Let us at 1pm get ourselves back in alignment, the restaurant below me is closed, so it is finally okay to let it all go, instead of having to consider the effects on others.🙏 

    Well damn, who woulda thought us uneducated college drop outs(technically the honorary degree lifts you above our status) could change the world.  There ain’t nothing like the truth to set us all free.  Honestly, it is the hunger and curiosity that has fueled our tenacity to put this enormous puzzle together, year by year, and day by day.  Fuck Yeah…👊☮️🥳

BTW, QMK earned her own release, it was through her efforts that the key piece of the puzzle was put in place.🙏

Blessings and love to us all.💐

✨🥰🤟🏼👑💘🌶🔥🍯💖🔮🧶🍎🌈

eternal love,

james

[comfortbucky]

requests? did someone say requests??😌

fluffy headcanon, mafia boss!bucky comes home after being away for a week or so and it’s just a cute ass reunion between the reader & him with lots of kisses & hugs n shit

or(take your pick) :)

one shot, where john walker is really rude to reader(insults her & shit), but she stands up for herself. they(her & john) get into a fight & bucky finds out by surprisingly swinging by her apartment. of course bucky is pissed, but he tends to her wounds. then for some stupid reason, john shows up at readers apartment & bucky loses it. but it ends in bucky admitting his feelings to reader n some fluff 😩

hope you find motivation for at least one of these:😚

hi yes hehe i did say requests🙈

i’m a sucker for tfatws!bucky so- (and john walker is a rat bastard🤣 so lemme go off)

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pairing: tfatws!bucky x fem!avenger!reader

warnings: john walker (grr), violence! and descriptions of bloody injuries

A/N: also! i sort of changed the prompt i hope u don’t mind too much🥺 // this oneshot will not be taking place during the canon timeline btw but inspired by the events/themes of tfatws

word count: 1.5 k

my masterlist!

completed requests!

Y/N sighed, as she plopped onto the couch after a long day. She, Bucky, and Sam had spent the whole day researching the Flagsmashers to try and track them down. It took all day, partially because Bucky needed a little extra help with learning how to use his laptop. She chuckled at the memory, grabbing the remote to turn her TV on. Suddenly, a loud, aggressive, knock interrupted her thoughts. She sighed and leaned her head on the back of her couch, taking a moment to debate leaving her very comfortable spot, before getting up to answer the door. Y/N knew that she probably should have peeked through her peephole before answering, but she wanted to return to the comfort of her couch as soon as possible. She opened it to see none other than John Walker, greeting her with a smirk. Y/N rolled her eyes.

“What are you doing here, John? How the hell did you even get my address?”

“All government property has GPS tracking in it," he said, pointing to her laptop on the kitchen table behind her. She turned and frowned as he continued. "Look, you need us, me and Battlestar, to take down Karli.” She looked back at John, laughing at Lemar’s alias.

“No way I’m letting someone who goes by Battlestar help me out.” He glared at her comment. “Or you, a Captain America wannabe.”

John took an aggressive step closer, way too close for Y/N’s comfort, as he replied. “I am Captain America, whether you like it or not.”

"You'll never be Captain America," she snapped back. "You don't have what it takes." He glared at her and put his face right in front of hers.

"How would you know? You're a pathetic excuse for a soldier," he spat and Y/N grimaced at John's spit landing on her cheeks. He looked at her, his eyes examining her body. She hated every second of it, his stare making her feel grimy all over, like she immediately needed a shower. “Who’d you fuck to get into the Avengers anyways? Bet it was Steve.”

John’s comment was immediately followed by Y/N’s fist connecting with his cheek, forcing him to stagger back into the hall. She’d heard concerns about her abilities as an Avenger before, calling her weak, fragile, a bitch, etc. But she knew they almost always came from misogynistic men, and was able to shrug their comments off because she knew that she could easily beat all of them to a pulp, no problem. But thinking that she would sleep her way into becoming an Avenger crossed a line. Especially someone she respected and had admired as much as Steve.

John held his hand to his cheek, where he’d been hit, and looked up to make eye contact with Y/N. He smiled and before stating in a condescending tone, “That was cute.” John kicked her in the stomach, launching her onto the floor of her apartment. As she groaned and started to get up, John chuckled and kicked her down before she got to her knees. He went to kick her again when she rolled away, dodging his kick and standing up quickly, panting as she responded.

“God, do you ever shut the fuck up?”

She kicked her leg up to deliver a roundhouse kick to John’s face, spinning around to punch his nose. He stumbled a couple steps back, regaining his balance before swinging a punch towards Y/N. She caught his fist before it hit her and John took the opportunity to use his free hand to grab his shoulder and knee her in the stomach. She gasped, getting the wind knocked out of her. He then threw her into a shelf, shattering several photo frames on the ground. She landed on her stomach, attempting to get up by pushing her self up on her forearms. Y/N felt a warm liquid on her cheek and touched it, pulling it away from her face to see her fingertips covered in blood.

“Asshole,” she mumbled, before standing up to continue fighting.

Several moments ago, Bucky had made the decision to show up at Y/N’s apartment. He pressed some random keys on his computer, and now there was an error message that wouldn’t go away on his screen. Stubbornly, he tried to fix it on his own but ended up making it worse. He sighed in defeat, closing his laptop shut and tucking it under his arm before heading over towards her apartment. Bucky was just down the hall when he heard the sound of glass shattering, his leisurely stroll turning into a sprint to Y/N’s door.

Bucky arrived to see you pinned up against a wall with John’s hand around ur throat. Your hands were desperately clawing at John’s, attempting to free yourself from his grasp. Fear and terror consumed him before a wave of fury took over. Immediately, Bucky launched into action, dropping his laptop in the process. He ripped John away from you, tossing him on the ground. Bucky moved to hover over John, punching him repeatedly in the face. Y/N finally caught her breath and crawled over to Bucky, placing a hand on his shoulder, signaling him to stop. He kept his eyes on John’s bloody and bruised face, lowering his fist.

“Touch her again, and I’ll kill you,” he snarled, releasing John from his grasp.

John rolled over, took a moment to catch his breath. Bucky was standing, fists still clenched by his sides, as he watched John get up and exit Y/N’s apartment without another word.

He closed the door behind him and immediately spun around to see Y/N struggling to get up, attempting to push up from one of her knees. Bucky instantly rushed to her side, helping her to her feet. He grabbed one of her hands in his own and placed his other hand on the small of her back, as he guided her to the couch. He examined her and felt a pain in his chest, looking at her black eye, cut cheek, and her bruised neck outlined with John’s handprint. Without saying a word, he stood up and returned with a first-aid kit from her bathroom. He sat back down and immediately started to tend to her wounds. As Bucky started to disinfect the cut on her cheek, he spoke.

“That was stupid of you,” he mumbled, gently dabbing antiseptic ointment on her cut. It was a drastic contrast from his behavior only minutes ago, nearly ready to murder John. He took a bandaid from the kit and delicately placed it on her cheek. Bucky then moved his hand to assess her black eye, his thumb softly grazing a soft patch of skin under her eye. She frowned and lightly pushed his hand away.

“I would’ve been fine on my own, you know.”

“Sit still so I can take a look at your bruise.” He responded gruffly, lifting his hand and attempting to look at her bruised eye again. She shoved his hand away, this time more aggressively, and tried to stand up.

“Just leave me alone,” Y/N said, wincing and clutching her abdomen in pain, causing Bucky to grab her waist and slowly lower her back down onto the couch. Fucking John Walker.

“Y/N.”

She pulled his hands off her and reluctantly sat down to face him.

“You don’t need to defend me, Bucky,” she spoke, Bucky sensing anger in her voice. “I’m not some weak, helpless civilian. I’m a god damn Avenger for christ sake!” As Y/N shouted, her voice wavered and her eyes started to well up with tears.

Her arms were crossed in front of her chest and Bucky sat with his hands resting on his lap. Although she was speaking to Bucky, she felt like she was more-so trying to convince herself of what she was saying.

“I know,” he said calmly, but with a stern tone, keeping his eyes locked on hers.

“Okay, so leave me alone.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not!”

“Because I fuckin’ care about you!” Bucky shouted, causing Y/N’s face to immediately soften.

Her arms dropped to rest in her lap and she froze as Bucky softly raised his hand to cup her cheek, captivated by his touch. He cautiously moved, worried she would push his hand away again, but she didn’t. His thumb gently caressed her non-cut cheek and he pulled her face close to his. She felt his breaths fan her face as he spoke.

“I know you’re one of the strongest Avengers,” he started. “And I know you could kick John’s ass any day of the week. But I care so much about you and I need you to be okay.” Bucky’s lips hovered over Y/N’s, lightly brushing against hers.

“I need you, Y/N.”

She responded by crashing her lips onto his, moving her hands to hold his face closer to hers. The kiss was full of passion, love, and unspoken feelings. When they broke apart, gasping for air, Y/N smiled at him and ran a hand through his hair.

“I care about you too, Buck.”

Bucky had never seen such a bright light in his 106 years of living.

[donald4spiderman]

Ok hear me out. Spencer is dating Reader and she’s always hated that she’s been more chubby/curvy. And one night in the middle of a case she calls him crying and Spencer just gets really soft and calms her down after a bad nightmare. And his heart breaks cause his loving girlfriend hates her body. So Spencer plans this elaborate date and proposes maybe? You can decide if the team have met her or not. I’d like it to be the original team but if you wanna combine the original and new teams together that’s cool too!

no bc my body image issues have been rampant lately so this is personal as hell to me. I work out a lot and i’m fit but i’ve never been SKINNY like i have thick legs and muscular arms andnnfnfjndjnffn so this is personal.

I modified this a bit but it’s still the same premises hope you like it! ***BTW IN THIS UNIVERSE THE S3-7 CAST EXISTS FOR THE ENTIRE SHOW— SO THE LATER SEASONS HAVE MORGAN AND HOTCH.

also sorry this is a long

TW: body image issues, discussions of food & weight, insecurity, crying, kissing

WC: 1.5k

-

You know, pragmatically, that you have nothing to worry about. Spencer chose you. And for the past four years, Spencer has worshipped you every day— again and again. He is the most loving, considerate, and tender partner you could ever wish for. He is near perfection.

You’ve met Spencer's friends many times. You’re not close with either of your parents, so the team of profilers welcomed you into their arms with grace and care. Each and every one of them is beautifully amazing and exceptionally brilliant.

Spencer‘s friends are not only badass, but they’re also gorgeous. JJ, Emily, and Garcia are national treasures— so visually stunning it’s almost sickening.

You knew he used to have a crush on JJ way before he met you. You’ve also heard the tale of Lila Archer, the celebrity actress who made out with your boyfriend in a pool. Spencer’s had an eventful life, full of beautiful, sweet, magnificent women— so why does he choose you?

You view yourself as bland in comparison. What do you have to offer Spencer that he can’t find elsewhere? You don’t have toned abs, slim hips, and slender arms. You’re not striking in any way.

Spencer calls you every night when he’s away on a case. He’s never missed a call, even when he got shot in the neck and kidnapped by a murderous cult. He’s reliable and consistent, and that eases your worries a little bit.

It’s eleven pm in D.C. and your phone rings right as your getting in bed.

“Hi, my love,” Spencer says breathily, his voice slightly muffled by the phone. He’s away in Ohio for a case.

“Hey.” You reply, the sweetness in his voice soured by your mood. “How’s the case going?”

“Good. JJ and I are about to pass out in our beds— we’re so tired.”

You can’t help the way your face drops. “Oh. Well, get rest.”

Your about to hang up before he interjects. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Why?” You know better than to lie to your boyfriend, who happens to be an expert on human behavior.

“Okay, I know a lie when I hear one. (Y/N), baby, what’s wrong?” He pleads.

You can’t help the tear that rolls down your cheek. “God, I’m sorry. I just miss you so much. You always know what to do when I’m feeling like shit.”

Spencer knows how much you struggle with self and bodily acceptance. He hates the world for making you feel anything less than incredible, both inside and out.

“I miss you too, so much, (Y/N).” His voice is thick as if he’s going to start crying too. “I love you so much, so fucking much. You have no idea how beautiful and amazing you are.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” He laughs through a sob that wrecks his body. “You deserve everything in this world. I promise to give you everything you’ve ever wanted. You are the love of my life.”

You wipe the tears from underneath your eyes. “Sorry for keeping you up. You must be tired.”

“Never, if it means I get to talk to you.”

“I love you, Spencer.”

“I love you too, (Y/N). More than you’ll ever know.”

-

Spencer wakes up the next day with a newfound determination. The team solves the case as fast as possible, and by the end of the night, they’ve boarded the jet back home.

Spencer has more than enough hours to think about you and how much you mean to him. Hotch is seated directly across from him, rereading the case files.

“Hotch?” The wiser man looks up from his files, raising an eyebrow.

Spencer pauses for a moment. Maybe he’d be better asking Morgan or JJ for advice, considering Hotch’s tragic circumstances regarding Haley.

But no one loves like Hotch does-- sincerely, passionately-- stronger than anything else in the world. Spencer decides there’s no one better to ask.

“How uh did you know that Haley was the one?”

Hotch’s eyes soften for a bit. He clears his throat. “I knew since the day I met her that I would love her for the rest of my life unconditionally. She makes me complete. Do you feel that (Y/N) makes you complete?”

He already knows why Spencer is asking for his advice, steering the conversation in that direction.

“Yes. She’s my world.” Spencer whispers.

“Then it’s simple, really. Love doesn’t need to be complicated and precise. It’s what you do with it that matters.”

“I want to marry her, Hotch. I want to be with her for the rest of my life.”

Hotch smiles, “Then do it.”

Spencer feels the rush of excitement as he gathers everyone on the jet, including the prior sleeping passengers, filling them in on his big plans.

“I need all of your guys’ help.”

-

There’s a firm knock on your door at four in the morning. You know it isn’t Spencer because he has a key, but who could it be?

You take a cautious look out of your peephole to find Penelope, Emily, and JJ outside.

“What are you guys doing here?” You yawn. “For god's sake, it’s four am.”

“We know, and we’re sorry.” Penelope smiles.

“Is Spencer alright?” You ask, wondering if things suddenly went wrong during the case.

But by the joyous look on their face, you know nothing somber occurred.

“Spencer’s completely fine. But, we need to you to get changed and come with us. FBI’s orders.” JJ chuckles.

You change into warmer clothes in minutes, and the BAU ladies usher you into Emily’s car as fast as possible.

“So, no ones gonna tell me what’s going on?”

They shake their heads, “We’re just... running a quick errand.”

After a few more minutes of driving, Emily parks on the side of a dimly lit street.

“I need you to put this on.” She says, holding up a blindfold.

“Are you guys gonna murder me?” You joke, slipping the fabric over your eyes with little resistance.

“Quite the opposite, actually.” You don’t have time to think about what Penelope means before you’re being yanked out of the car.

You walk, guided by JJ, for four minutes. The grass beneath you crushes below your boots, and the hushed whispers of Emily and Penelope behind you do nothing to calm your nerves.

“Okay,” JJ says, halting to a stop. “You can take off your blindfold now.”

You hesitantly slip the blindfold off, revealing a brightly lit table in the middle of a secluded field. Morgan, Hotch, and Rossi are standing off to the sides.

Suddenly, Spencer emerges from behind a tree, dusting the leaves and dirt off his adorable sweater.

“Hi?” You laugh, utterly confused by this situation. “What’s going on?”

His hands are shaking, and he has to swallow a few times before he can speak. “I-I uh got y-you apple pie— uh your favorite.”

Spencer walks you towards the table, where a small slice of warm pie sits lonely on the table.

“Y-you should um... eat it.” He urges, pointing at the knife and fork next to it.

You glance around, trying to gauge the emotions of everyone around you, but fail. Stupid profilers and their poker faces.

Your fork cuts into the heavenly smelling pie, and you scoop up a bite into your mouth.

“It’s... good? I’ll pretty much eat any pie you give me, Spencer.”

He smiles, “I know that. But t-this is a special pie.”

“Okay...”

“You should t-take a closer look— at the pie.”

You inspect the dessert, completely puzzled until a glinting piece of silver catches your eye. Spencer notices the shock in your face and catches the plate that almost falls out of your hand.

Morgan hands him a napkin, and when Spencer pulls an apple-covered ring from the slice of pie, you almost faint.

“No way.” You gasp; tears spring to your eyes as Spencer wipes the ring clean.

He holds it tightly between two fingers, bending to kneel on one knee.

“(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), I knew from the moment I met you that you were the most special woman I’d have the pleasure of meeting. A month later, you asked me out for our first date, and I couldn’t believe that someone as gorgeous and amazing as you would settle for someone like me.” You scoff at his humility.

“I spend every moment loving every part of you, (Y/N). None of my love will ever stop— ever. I promise to share my heart with you until the very end. There is absolutely no one I would rather be bonded to for the rest of my life. You are better than my dream girl because you’re real. You’re here, and you chose to love me every day— the good, the bad, and the ugly. (Y/N), will you do me the honor and great privilege of allowing me to become your husband?” You silently sob.

“Please say yes.” Spencer smiles.

“Yes!” You exclaim, pulling him up to hug him. “How could I say anything but!”

The dam breaks, and the entire team begins to cry as you and Spencer share a passionate kiss, almost collapsing down onto the grass from the sheer force of your love. He slips the ring onto your finger; it belongs there.

“I choose you, (Y/N).” He repeats.

“I choose you, Spencer, always.” You whisper into the crook of his neck.

Nothing’s ever felt so right.

[lostalioth]

i am also currently obsessed with jake jensen, and i need more college! jensen x reader, how does he react the next day???

pssst it was absolutely amazing btw! 💜

𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘱 ; 𝘫𝘢𝘬𝘦

part 1 here

warning: fluff, jake jensen x fem!reader, jensen is only in his boxers because of sleeping, nicknames (baby, ace, princess), ace is also a nickname not readers name, reader calls jake puppy, not smut but heated kisses.

note: this is quite short because i didn’t know what to exactly write. Sorry hope you enjoy anyway!!

You were startled awake by the sound of a body hitting the floor and Jake cursing. “Jakey?” You rub your eyes, attempting to rub away the grogginess. “Go back to bed ace” he mumbled as he picked himself off the floor. “Where are you going?” You whine and watch as he attempts to leave.

“My room. I was so drunk I must have fallen asleep in your room” he explained.

You stifle a sleepy chuckle and get off the bed to grab his arm. “Jensen, we’re in your room”

“What…WHAT?? WE WERE SLEEPING IN MY BED TOGETHER? What happened? What did I do? How wasted was I? Did I ruin our friendship? If I did I’m really sorry ace I’d understand if you wanted me to move out” he began to ramble on as he tended to do.

You think for a second what the easiest way to tell him Is. You pull his arm down slightly to crash your lips into his. With a flushed and dazed face Jensen slowly eased into it, closing his eyes. He begins to slowly kiss you back. Trailing your fingers up the back of his neck through his hair, you deepen the kiss. His chest is pressed flush against your own as the kiss grows hotter. Thankfully he no longer tastes of alcohol.

You whimper softly when Jake begins to pull away. You grab him by the waistband of his boxers and ignite the kiss once again. He groans against your lips as he attempts to mumble something. Figuring he needs to say something you pull away, allowing you both to catch your breaths. He brings his fingers up to his swollen lips, he still looked lost.

“As much as I enjoyed that..and trust me i did” he trails off and clears his throat, his mind beginning to wander. “I am still very confused what happened last night”

You sigh and slump your body in as exhaustion hits you again. “You confessed to me while you were drunk” you began to explain the events of last night. “And you were complaining about me not being yours, so you asked if I would be”

“And what was your answer?”

“Jensen i would think based on that little kiss, you’d know my answer” you sigh but chuckle softly at the daft man. “I’d hardly call that little..” You could hear him mumble before he began thinking. You watch as the gears begin to turn in Jake's head and he connects the pieces.

“So you’re actually mine now princess!?” He practically squeals as he pulls your body against his once again. “Yes jakey” you smile softly and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Hey um.. could we kiss like that again” he questions with a small smile and flushed red cheeks. “Yes come here baby” a large smirk was plastered on your face as you pulled him closer.

You press your lips against jakes and begin slowly walking backwards. Your legs hit the edge of the bed, you force yourself to fall back on it. Jake let’s out a short grunt as his body falls atop yours. He situates his body between your legs as his hands begin sliding up and down your torso. You whimper into the kiss and wrap your legs around his waist.

“Kisses like this would have sobered me up last night princess” he teased through the kiss. You smack his ram tattooed arm in embarrassment , and yet you make no effort to stop the kiss.

[lampmeeting]

“don’t be embarrassed, it happens to all of us“ For Hammertooth please?

of course!! :3c thank you!

(emetophobia warning btw, nothing graphic)

Toki took really good care of his hair. Or, probably more accurately, a team of klokateers did. It was healthy, shiny, not a split end in sight, and it had a way of falling perfectly so matter how Toki tilted his head or fussed with it. Magnus didn't want to say he was jealous necessarily. But it seemed an unattainable thing of beauty, something not meant for mere morals such as he.

Tonight was an exception.

Now, Magnus carded the silken locks through his long fingers, gathering it reverently in his hands to keep it out of harm's way.

Toki gripped the toilet seat and lurched forward again as an entire night's worth of drinks worked its way out of him. He moaned and sobbed into the bowl, still too drunk to really realize what was happening.

"That's it, bud," Magnus said quietly.

After a minute Toki could only dry heave. He trembled and sniffled and drooled into the toilet. What a mess. And the night had been going okay until they found a bar doing dollar jello shots, and of course by then Toki was too far gone to heed his advice about how many to have. It was always tough to tell Toki no when the guy was enjoying himself.

Toki wiped his mouth across his forearm, leaving a trail of ick on his skin. He needed to get washed up. Luckily the convenience store they'd ducked into wasn't as gross as it could've been, and the sink seemed clean enough.

Still holding Toki's hair back, Magnus fished one of the hair ties from his pocket and managed a decent ponytail. He'd been hoping the hair ties would come in handy for something else that night, but that ship had sailed a couple hours ago.

"Mmmagnus...?"

"Hey. I'm here."

"I...I thinks Toki throws up everywheres..."

"Nah, you got good aim," Magnus said, reaching to flush the toilet. "Proud of you."

Toki whimpered, sniffled, and dissolved into tears again. "Sorries--I-I'm sorries, Magnus, I didn'ts wants to...to..."

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I know. Stand up with me, c'mon."

Hoisting Toki to his feet wasn't easy, but it happened. After some struggling and shaking, Toki slumped against the sink and let Magnus work him over with wet paper towels and runny pink hand soap. The front of his shirt got soaked, and when he noticed he cried harder.

"Ohh...ams ruineds..."

"Shhh. Drink some water."

Magnus watched Toki cup a few handfuls of tepid public bathroom water into his mouth, feeling miserably sympathetic about the whole thing. He'd definitely been in Toki's position more times than he cared to admit. And alone, too.

Toki coughed up some of the water but he seemed to handle it all right. Magnus grabbed another paper towel to dry his dripping mustache.

"So stupids, Magnus, I'm sorries," Toki whined. "Reallies ams... ams embarrasseds you sees this..."

"Don't be embarrassed, buddy, it happens to all of us."

Toki's chin trembled. "I knows, b-but... now you thinks Toki amn'ts cool and-and you won'ts wants to hangs out with meeeeeeehehe--" His last syllable stretched into another high-pitched sob, and he crumpled into Magnus' chest.

"Jesus, Toki." Magnus shushed him and rubbed his back. "I already knew you were a sloppy fucking drunk. This ain't news. I still like you, man."

"...reallies?" came a small voice, muffled in chest hair.

"Yes, reallies. Hey, c'mon. Knock off the water works, everything's fine."

Toki lifted his damp face from Magnus' chest. His eyes were glassy and red, nose running, cheeks ruddy from how hard he'd been scrubbed with papers towels. He should've looked disgusting, but he didn't. He was still beautiful, still perfect. His ponytail lay draped picturesquely over his shoulder, unsullied by the night's events. Damn him for making it look easy.

"Let's get outta here," Magnus said. "You should eat something."

"Can...cans we gets Jacks in the Box tacos?"

Magnus actually laughed, though he tried to hide it by pulling Toki in close again and kissing the top of his head. In spite of everything, the guy still smelled of strawberry shampoo.

"I'm getting you crackers and a 7-Up."

Toki sighed gently into Magnus' jacket. "...I likes sevensup."

"I know you do, buddy. I know."

[acerace]

...you have opened my eyes to a vast universe of VintageBeef lore that I was unaware of. I knew about the New Hermit Order, of course, and the UHC invention, and I've watched a few of his CTM things but -- I will take all the info and lore you feel like giving out because Beef is amazing and my knowledge is so small.

Vintagebeef my beloved <3

So the thing is, right, until about 2016 I only watched two (2) youtubers- Vintagebeef for Minecraft and aDrive for Pokemon (and funnily enough both of them are named Dan irl). So I've watched most of Beef's videos over the years and have a general knowledge of most of his stuff, except because it's been like a decade I don't remember where most of the lore comes from XD

The thing with him is that he doesn't do Lore tm the way other mcyters often do lore- he doesn't have an extensive RP series to draw from like Grian, doesn't have a solo world with steadily increasing amounts of lore like Etho or Zisteau, and while he's played on SMPs and been involved in storylines before it's not really the focus of his episodes unlike with Evo or Legacy or Empires

So where does that leave us?

IRL, Beef always has multiple series running at the same time. Often he's playing on an smp while doing a singleplayer, often modded, series as well as a CTM or modpack with a group of friends. For example, right now he's playing on Hermitcraft, doing weekly Pixelmon and Building a Zoo episodes, and a CTM map with Slip. And to me, this translates to one thing: Beef is an adventurer. He travels frequently- he explores a world and when he decides he's done, he leaves for the next one. That's the basis of my personal interpretation of his series and his character for my writing.

Ok so reading this back, this got extremely long and didn't explain much in the way of lore, somehow? If anyone has any additions to add please do so, I am very definitely leaving out a lot and would love to see what other lore people remember and are using for Beef! I didn’t include the Hermitcraft stuff since my memory of season 4 is blurry (his base was themed after the Martian, that much I know, and he and Iskall were buddies :D) and most of the s5 NHO lore is best watched from Bdub’s perspective from what I remember, and the only s6 stuff is a single line in Hermitgang and then the Area 77 arc with its possibility of an NHO reunion which we did not get rip. And s7 of course had the cloning machine and also the Podzol Party as the main lore. So all the original rambling is still below the cut though it is very long, and I'm gonna bullet point the main stuff here instead:

Actual canonical things:

Invented UHC and was the only survivor of the first ever uhc (Mindcrack UHC s1)

Married to an ender dragon (one of the UHCs I think), later father to a different dragon (Mindcrack season 3? I think?)

Might not have legs if you choose to take that joke as canon (Mindcrack s2)

Was a wizard (RAD)

is a zookeeper (Building a Zoo) 

Had a wife and kids (Sims in Minecraft)

Part of the Trial of the B Team court case (Mindcrack)

NHO founder, founder of the Podzol Party (Hermitcraft)

Created a cloning machine that sort of works (Hermitcraft)

Played the Forest which is I believe the first time he and Keralis played together (look up the trigger warnings for this one, it's a horror game)

Was the creator/owner of Sourceblock SMP (featuring some familiar faces if you know Legacy, Empires, or MCC) and there is literal magic from a mysterious sourceblock of water that teleports people and summons mobs and probably more stuff that I haven't seen yet since I'm still watching it myself

Things you can infer:

Good with animals (Life in the Woods, Pixelmon, Ark)

Is a car nerd (irl and all of the car games he's played)

Is a highly experienced adventurer who has traveled through dozens of worlds both vanilla and modded, across multiple dimensions (Twilight Forest, the Aether, the Betweenlands, Limbo), completed dozens of monuments, fought in blood sports, survived apocalypse after apocalypse, tamed dinosaurs, and played a lot of prop hunt and golf with your friends

If you're looking for what to watch for lore purposes, I'd say the Mindcrack UHCs and Team Canada's RAD series are pretty good, definitely Sourceblock and HC s5, plus the Diversity CTM maps and Ruins of the Mindcrackers maybe? And Mindcrack Prank Wars for the chaos and the origin of Team Canada. And if you can handle horror than the Forest is fun and if you don't do horror you can watch the Pojkband play golf or prop hunt they're hilarious I love them sm I want a Pojkband reunion So Bad 

Beef's first series was a singleplayer series in beta 1.4_01 though he had played the game extensively before that, and was a big fan of Guude, having watched his own Minecraft videos. The series was functionally a hardcore one where if he died Beef would delete the world and start again! I haven't actually Watched this series so idk if he died or how often lmao. When Guude made Mindcrack, which was btw one of the very first Minecraft SMPs, he also hosted a competition for people to join, and Beef submitted a video (which is still viewable on his channel I believe!) and won, and was added to Mindcrack in season 2 :D (fun fact, Guude said that even if Beef hadn’t won he would have added him anyway) 

Two running jokes emerged from Mindcrack- pulling a Vintagebeef and Beef doesn't have legs. The first is a reference to Beef dying of fall damage (I believe the exact instance was him trying to jump into his swimming pool and failing spectacularly) and after the incident, every time someone died of fall damage they were pulling a Vintagebeef. The second joke comes from Guude, who joked that the reason Beef wasn't going to a convention was because he didn't have legs, and then he pranked Beef's base by building a giant pair of legs at the entrance to his castle so you had to walk between them to get into the base. This joke has long since died and both Beef and Guude feel pretty bad about it iirc because there were people who genuinely thought Beef was disabled and were emailing him supportive messages and stuff oops. So if you go looking on the Salad or find old Mindcrack fics, you might see references to Beef having prosthetic legs!

Mindcrack also brought about the creation of several Player groups- Team Nancy Drew, Team Canada, and GOB to name a few relevant to Beef. Team Nancy Drew consists of Beef, Pauseunpause, Guude, and Baj, who formed to investigate a prank on one of the members but I forget who. They're named Nancy Drew after the detective! Team Canada also formed in retaliation to pranks, with it consisting of Beef, Etho, and Pause, the three Canadian members on the server (not including Adlington who moved to Canada but never joined the group). There was also a Team America who pranked them with American flags everywhere. GOB is Guude, OMGChad, and Beef, who played stuff like the Ragecraft, Pantheon, and Monstrosity ctms together but that's way down the line lol

Team Nancy Drew is also notable for inventing UHC. It was Beef's brainchild but it was the four of them who first played it! The first UHC had the four of them working to kill the dragon with no natural regen, with everyone dying but Beef, who "won" the UHC. The second uhc was still dragon focused and iirc is where Beef married the dragon? Memories are hazy but they do kill the dragon in this one I think. UHC was then revamped as a pvp event and became a regular Mindcrack game every few months, featuring most of the Mindcrackers and several special guests, including Dinnerbone, who as we know Thanos-snapped Doc's arm out of existence as a result of Doc killing him in one of them

In one of the seasons of Mindcrack, Beef invited swedish Mindcracker and good friend Anderzel to go caving with him and invented ABBA Rules caving, where the winner takes it all. ABBA Rules is a game where each ore (and also dungeon loot like nametags) is assigned a point value and the person with the most points at the end wins and gets to keep all the stuff collected from the game.

In Mindcrack season 3?, Beef punched the ender dragon in an... awkward area, so when the dragon died and left the egg behind, Guude said Beef was the father of the egg XD I don't remember if I watched s3 so I have no idea if anything Happened with this concept but *history of the world voice* you could make lore out of this!

So Team Canada has played a Lot of CTM maps (which fun fact were pretty much invented by another Mindcrack member, Vechs, with his Super Hostile series! Super Hostile has a bunch of things called "Zistonian", which are references to another Mindcrack member Zisteau, who has a very wild singleplayer series with even wilder lore but I digress). In Ruins of the Mindcrackers, they had a running joke that Beef was Etho and Pause's mom, which is a joke we can leave in the past actually /lh. They also played all the Diversity maps, Sky Factory, Terra Restore, Uncharted Territory uhhh and a couple more ctms and adventure maps! Each map kinda has its own story so in Diversity 3 for example they were trapped in a simulation? I think? Team Canada also recently played the Roguelike Adventures and Dungeons modpack, aka RAD, in which Beef was a wizard with a magic staff that could do anything from summon lightning to control hostile mobs.

Sourceblock SMP is a vanilla survival 1.14 series that ran for one season and the series starts with each of the Players being drawn to a strange sparkling water source that, once they touch it, brings them to the Sourceblock world. It also summons a giant zombie at one point. There's probably more lore for this series but like I said I haven't watched it all the way through yet 

He has a Patreon server called VintageCraft and has done a series or two on there as well, and played a few UHCs with them, so lore that how you will! 

Beef also played a few popular mods, notably Pixelmon, Life in the Woods, and Feed the Beast, with LitW being singleplayer and the other multiplayer. He's also recently played the Zoo and Wild Animals mod a lot. He did a short series with the Minecraft Comes Alive mod where he married one of the villagers and had two children, so that's canon now :D he’s played a Lot of Pixelmon starting when the mod first came out iirc (he chose Turtwig in his first series and built a Grass gym, then made a Normal gym in another series in uhh 2016) and he still plays to this day. Quite a few Hermits played on his Pixelmon servers with him, like Wels, Etho, Iskall, Stress, Slip, Zueljin, and also Guude and Phedran (a Mindcrack adjacent player and creator of the LitW modpack) and a few Mindcrackers on the older servers 

Mindcrack and friends played a lot of other games too- 7 Days to Die, Ark Survival Evolved, Unturned, to name a few, so you can pull a lot of lore out of these as well. Speaking of friends and non-Minecraft games, Beef teamed up with Pause, Keralis, and Slip (a former Hermit) to play the horror game the Forest, which saw them stuck on an island trying to survive against terrifying mutated human... things. They played it a few times as the game updated but as afaik it's the first time Beef played with Keralis and possibly Slip and since the game starts with the Player's airplane crashing, that could totally be how Beef first met them in-universe 

I... think? that’s everything I mentioned in the tags? There is probably way more stuff I’ve forgotten that stems from inside jokes and things that happen within each series, but I hope that was a) helpful and b) at least somewhat comprehensible lmao 

[sleep-i-ness]

Wrong Door (Sirius Black x reader)

Synopsis: Your roommate wakes you up in the middle of the night because she can’t get into the flat. Or so you think. (Muggle AU) FOR MY 500 WRITING CHALLENGE

A/N: do not follow what reader does in this in real life. IF SOMEBODY PASSES OUT DRUNK AND DOESN’T WAKE UP, CALL AN AMBULANCE (usa people i don’t know what you do. call an uber to the hospital?)

WARNINGS: Alcohol, really shitty first aid, swearing

BANG! Y/N bolted upright. Fuck, were they being burgled? She checked her watch, groaning at the time. It was 3 in the bloody morning and she had an 8am class. She swore lightly under her breath; she’d clearly fallen asleep while studying on the sofa, a textbook on her lap and an empty bottle of wine in her hand.

She wasn’t one for going out in middle of the week, unlike her roommate Marlene, so being woken up in the early hours of the morning was a common occurrence. Usually Marlene would just stumble back into the apartment, tripping over everything lying in her way. Tonight, she had clearly decided to break the fucking door down.

Y/N heard a key fiddling at the door, and she sighed. That was when the pounding on the door started. Time for her to go help Marlene out.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she grumbled, extracting herself from the cocoon of sheets and cushions.

The banging didn’t lessen, and Y/N groaned as black patches clouded her vision momentarily. Mentally reminding herself to grab some water on the way back from the door, she trudged over to the hallway, propping herself against the wall for two seconds as she swayed slightly. Her fingers clasped around the latch and she pulled it, swinging the door open.

“You’re not Marlene.”

“You’re not James. Did he bring you over or something?” The brunette stranger rambled, pushing past her as he stumbled into the apartment. Y/N was too taken aback to protest at first, watching the man walk in as if he owned the place. “You can close the door, y’know. I didn’t bring back a girl this time because James said he’d literally kill me if I kept him up again. What a hypocrite.”

The man reached out to hang his jacket on an empty patch of wall, staring at it blankly when it fell onto the floor. He tried again, feeling for a hook that didn’t exist and Y/N watched him confusedly from where she stood by the still-open door.

“What on earth are you doing in my flat?” She found her voice at last; his audacity was astounding!

“Your flat? Love, just because James brought you over once doesn’t mean you can start claiming our stuff,” he seemed almost affronted, slurring his words as he let his jacket be on the floor. 

“No, this is my flat that I share with my roommate Marlene. Who the fuck is James? And, more importantly, who the fuck are you?” Y/N had to admit, she was getting a little riled at this point. This drunk man had just waltzed in and begun claiming the place as if she didn’t exist.

The man opened his mouth to protest before taking a good long look at the coral walls and pictures that hung all over them. He closed his mouth, paused, and turned to look at the hall table with their tatty fringed lampshade and geometric-print table runner. Y/N could almost hear the cogs whirring in his brain as he stared bemusedly at the room.

“Fuck. This isn’t my flat. Where am I?” He seemed honestly and completely confounded, scrunching his face up.

“You’re near Kensington, we’re a few roads back from the high street and the market. This flat block is number 48-53?” Y/N gesticulated as she tried to explain where exactly her apartment lay.

She was too busy explaining to notice the queasy expression spreading across the man’s face. He shoved back past her to stick his head out her door and promptly throw up all over her front step. Disgusting. And she was going to have to clean it up! He swayed back and forth, before collapsing backwards, narrowly avoiding falling feet-first into a pile of his own vomit. Y/N contemplated just leaving him there and shutting the door on him. But she knew deep down she’d sorely regret it if any harm came to him because she refused to help him. It wasn’t the dodgiest of areas, but the nights were bitterly cold.

“Hey,” she tapped him on his shoulders, calling upon her memories of first aid and how to deal with a drunk person. He didn’t stir, even as her taps got harder and she decided to take her chances and slapped him straight across the face. She gasped as a red handprint bloomed on his cheek, yet he still didn’t wake up. Hand still stinging, Y/N grabbed his arms, heaving as she attempted to pull him inside. Managing to pull him into the living room, she gently rolled him into the recovery position, ensuring that he was still breathing and that he wouldn’t choke on his own vomit. A dead man in her living room would be difficult to explain to her flatmate.

Y/N trudged to the kitchen, dragging her feet along as she pinched her eyelids to try and keep herself awake. She just needed to grab a glass of water to help with tomorrow’s inevitable hangover and a blanket for the drunkard. Somehow, she managed to complete the task, leaving her standing over the man now covered in her biggest blanket. She knew that she should go back to her room, but it just seemed so far, her legs protesting at the thought of moving an inch. Besides, the blanket was big enough to cover the two of them without having to even touch each other, right?

Sliding under the furthest corner, she quickly curled into a ball, eyes drifting shut before her head even touched the carpet.

:.

Waking in the morning, Y/N nuzzled further into the broad arms wrapped around her, sighing as she breathed in the stale scent of cologne and whisky. Her head pounding as she tried to recall the events of the night before that had led to her in a man’s arms. She startled, bolting upright as she remembered the drunkard who had stumbled through her door. And now she was in his arms. Fuck.

Seeing the man afresh with sober eyes, Y/N stopped to appreciate that he was actually really fucking attractive. It didn’t excuse him trying to break into her flat, but it helped, now knowing she’d cuddled him all night. God, that was embarrassing. How was she ever supposed to explain to the guy on the floor or Marlene what had happened. Slipping out from under the blanket, she tiptoed into the kitchen and slumped against the counter.

Coffee, she needed coffee. Then she could think about what had happened and how to sort out the man passed out in the living room.

Y/N filled the kettle up and spooned out the coffee granules into the cafetiere, frowning when her hand came into contact with air rather than her favourite mug. Fuck. It was still dirty from last night, probably abandoned on the table with her textbooks.

Meanwhile, Sirius groaned as he twisted under his covers. God, his head was aching, and his back was incredibly sore. Remus was going to kill him if he’d pulled a muscle; he was meant to be helping him move on the weekend. His mattress was uncomfortably lumpy; he knew he needed to get a new one, but he’d been putting it off. The bobbly fabric scratched his skin as he stretched out, flexing his fingers.

Hang on. Bobbly fabric?

Sirius cracked an eye open, flinching at the bright light. As his eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight streaming in, his heart rate picked up. This was not his apartment. He was pretty sure they didn’t have such awful, tasselled cushions or green lace curtains.

Did he-? He glanced down, releasing a sigh of relief when he noticed he was still fully dressed. Okay, so not that drunk. So how the hell did he end up here?

“Here.” A girl stood in the doorway, an unimpressed expression on her face as she offered him a steaming mug of black coffee. “I didn’t know how you liked it, but I have milk and sugar if you need.”

Sirius nodded, still trying to process how he’d got here. She stared at him, waiting for something. He quickly backtracked the conversation in his head. “Oh, no, I’m good, thanks.”

He sipped at the scalding liquid, face contorting into an expression of pain as it scorched his tongue. His eyes trailed over the girl, surely he’d remember someone this gorgeous. “So,” he winced, “how did I get here?”

She pursed her lips, as if she’d tasted something sour. Okay so that had been a bad question to ask.

“You barged into my apartment, claiming it was yours, threw up on my doorstep and then passed out.”

Oh fuck. His head spun as it tried to remember the events of the night before. He did recall somewhat throwing up, but it was a blurry flash. “Sorry about that.”

She hmphed, stacking some scattered sheets on the small coffee table and collecting up dirty crockery. Sirius swallowed the coffee, grimacing at the awkward atmosphere. Funnily enough his parents had never bothered to teach him the etiquette for accidentally bursting into the wrong flat and passing out.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he fished it out, glad he didn’t have to feel the pressure of breaking the silence anymore.

JAMES: Where are u?

JAMES: When I said don’t bring a girl back I didn’t mean go back to hers

JAMES: Ur boss called. I said you were feeling under the weather. He said u should get over ur hangover & get into work

REMUS: Why did ur boss call me to ask if we went out last night? I said no btw

JAMES: He called again; said he’d fire you if you didn’t turn up before 11. I told him u were properly ill and I could send him a pic of the thermometer. I think I got you out of that one

JAMES: Mate, I’m getting a bit worried

Shit. When was that last one from? Okay, 11:15 and it was now 11:34. Sirius tapped out a reply to James, unsure how much detail to go into. I’m alright, be back soon. Yeah, that would do. He really couldn’t deal the endless mocking yet, once they’d found out what had happened they’d never let it go. So that would be saved for when the pounding headache had finally settled down.

His phone binged again. JAMES: We’re out of milk can you grab some on the way back?

Sure.

Sirius got to his feet, groaning as the room spun, beige walls all blurring into one. Rubbing at his face, he stumbled towards the kitchen, empty mug in hand.

“Hey, sorry, I don’t know your name.” He leant against the door frame, body sagging. God he was exhausted.

“Y/N.” Her tone was bitter, and Sirius couldn’t help the pang of guilt shooting through him. She’d probably stayed up all night worried he’d attack her or steal something.

“Well, thanks for the coffee, Y/N, and for not leaving me on the doorstep. I’ll get out of your hair now.”

He placed the mug down on the counter and slung his leather jacket on. She smiled at him, but it didn’t quite meet her eyes.

Y/N trailed him to the door, holding onto it as he stepped out, raising a hand goodbye.

“Bye.”

“Thanks, bye.” Sirius watched the chipped door swing shut, sunlight glinting gold off the battered number on the door. Hm, Number 51.

:.

Y/N groaned as the doorbell went. She’d just got settled into her studying. “Marlene, did you order something?”

“No. I’m broke.” Marlene yelled back, sticking her head out of her room. Her makeup was half done, mascara brush in hand and dress round her hips. “I can’t answer it like this!”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’m on it.”

She tipped the papers onto the floor, ignoring the mess they made. Future her could tidy that up. Trudging to the door, she grabbed her phone off the table. So that was where she’d left it.

“Hi,” she nodded at the delivery guy. He was holding a large bunch of flowers and Y/N bit back a sigh her eyes. Probably from another of Marlene’s boys. Honestly, she was thinking of opening up a flower shop, considering the amount of flowers Marlene’s newest was insisting on sending.

“Hi, I’m looking for,” the delivery guy scanned the list on his clipboard, “Y/N?”

She froze. Huh. “Yeah, that’s me.”

He tucked the clipboard under his arm, passing her the flowers. “These are for you. There’s a card with it.”

“Thanks.”

Y/N shut the door, staring at the bunch of vivid blooms in confusion. Who on earth would have sent her these? She racked her brains for any possible romance in her life, but nothing came to mind. With her luck, it was probably her grandma or something. Not that she’d be upset by flowers from her nan but a mystery lover was much more interesting.

She pulled out the gilded card from where it was tucked into the side of the paper, scanning the words.

Sorry for breaking in and passing out in your flat, princess. Text me if you want to go for drinks at some point: +44 7xxx xxxxxx

A smile broke across her face. Maybe she’d take him up on his offer.

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Omg I've just read the request that i send to you and it IS SO FUCKING AMAZING. Can you do a second part? Pleasee?🥺 (it was the one about Harry having a crush and y/n sat on his lap)

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Watch me do a Harry POV to do something different also read part 1 first but it isnt really needed if you dont want to !

I used she/her pronouns in this btw♡︎

No this is not the pegging fic and no i didn’t exactly finish it

Warnings: smut; bit of choking, spanking, unprotected vaginal sex, oral (f receiving), face riding, masturbation, dry humping?, edging, dom!h but also some of sub!h, idk touching?, handcuffing, degradation, sucking on fingers, swearing, handjob, fingering

You stopped your hips and looked back at him. "I think we should leave." You stood up and Harry stood up right after you, following you as you both basically speed walked to the exit of the event. Hopefully, this was going to be a fun and different night together, definitely different from your usual nights together anyway.

Harry

Is this actually happening? Is she actually taking me to my car after practically fucking dry humping me in public? I’m dreaming. I’m dreaming. I mean, I have to be, this would not ever be happening otherwise. She’s not interested in me, but this seems like a good dream so far.

Shit shit, I can see my mum, she cannot see us leaving like this together. I grabbed Y/N’s arm and dragged her over a different way. “My mum’s there and she’ll stop us and have questions about us leaving.”

“Oh okay, can we even get to your car this way?” I looked around and slapped my forehead, the only way to my car is past my mum and that is not fucking happening. “Come on, we’ll find something. Maybe she’s moved somewhere else.”

I peeked around the corner and saw her turned away, talking to some other guest there. “If we walk really fast we can get past her without her seeing us.” I moved my hand down to hers and started walking, smiling when we walked past my mum and she didn’t turn around.

“Harry!” Fucking shit. I twisted my head around, oh no my mum had spotted us at the last minute, why me? “Oh, Y/N. Come here guys.”

I sighed and turned around, quickly letting go of Y/N’s hand when I realised I was still holding on to it. My mum narrowed her eyes but thankfully didn’t mention it. “Are you guys leaving?”

“Y/N doesn’t feel well and I drove her here so I was going to take her home and get her in bed.” She looked at Y/N and pursed her lips.

“Looks fine to me.” She brought her hand up and pressed the back of it against Y/N’s forehead. “No temperature. Why are you guys really leaving?”

“I told you, Y/N doesn’t feel well, okay?” She slapped my arm lightly and I flinched, stepping back from her. “Ow!”

“Don’t lie to me. You were holding her hand.” I pressed my lips together and she raised her eyebrows, shaking her head at me. “Just go, I don’t want to know anymore.”

“Okay, I’ll go.” I’m gonna fucking kill myself, I want to die now, immediately. Well, after I do what I plan on doing then I want to die immediately. My mum turned around and I grabbed Y/N’s hand quickly, walking away with my head down in shame. “I hope I die today or never see my mum again.”

“It’s fine, you’re a grown man. Everyone does it.” I don’t want my fucking mum to know, regardless. Oh god, and she knows it’s Y/N, I’m never going outside. I’m never taking the risk of seeing her ever again. “Just forget about it.”

We stepped outside to the car park in the front of the building and I scrunched my face up, where did I park my car. “Shit, do you remember where I parked?”

“Uh, yeah? Over there.” She pointed to the right and I looked over, oh it is over there. I’m so fucking stupid sometimes. “How do you even forget where your own car is and I remember?”

“Just forget about it.” I grinned at her and she let go of my hand, starting to walk towards the car herself. “Don’t leave me, wait!” I speed walked to her and raised my hand up, opening it up and waiting for her to take my hand again. “Y/N, hold my hand.”

“No.”

“Hold it.”

“No.”

“Just hold it.”

“No, shut up.” I huffed and dropped my hand back down to my side, pouting like a little fucking kid as I walked to car beside her. “Oh stop with the little sad face, that’s not getting you anything.”

“Oh, I’m not getting anything? So you just want me to drive you home and then I’ll go to mine?” She gave me an aggravated look and grabbed my hand, squeezing it tightly. “Um, ow.”

“Deal with it, you giant baby.” I pulled her closer with my hand and stopped us, leaning down and puckering my lips.

“Give me a kiss.” She raised her hand and pushed my face away, looking at me with disgust. “Hey, give me a kiss. You’re just rude now, give me a kiss.” I brought my hands up to her face and she pushed them away.

“Harry, we’re in public.” I stepped back, oh, forgot about that. No one knows about us yet, forget about my mum, because this is just happening today and now. It’s private. It’s not even a relationship. Yet? “Sorry, I’m just not really wanting to do public affection like that right now. Let’s just get to the car.”

“Okay.” I gave her a smile to hide my sadness about the slight rejection and let go of her hand since she obviously wasn’t comfortable with that at the moment. “No pressure, you don’t have to do anything.” She smiled at me and walked in front of me to the car.

I jogged to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for her before she could. “Already trying to score brownie points...” She grinned at me as she leaned down and sat in her seat.

“Not trying to score brownie points, ‘m just a proper gentleman.” I closed her car door and walked to the drivers side on the right, quickly getting in and buckling my seat belt. I pressed my foot down on the brake pedal and inserted my key into my car, twisting it. I let go of my keys and moved my hand to my gear, switching it to ‘drive’. I quickly released the parking brake, moving my foot to the gas pedal and pressing down on it gently, starting to move out of the parking space.

“You look hot when you do that.” My eyebrows raised and I looked at Y/N for a second before turning back to the road and focusing on what I was doing.

“I look hot while turning the car on?” She licked her lips and shrugged her shoulders, moving her hand to my thigh. “No affection?” She moved her hand slowly up and down my thigh, squeezing it once or twice.

“You don’t just turn the car on when you do that.” I placed my hand on top of hers on my thigh and stopped it. “Let me touch you, Harry.”

“While I’m driving? I’ll crash.” I nudged her hand off my thigh and her shoulders slumped, she crossed her arms and moved her legs away from me, staring outside the passenger window. “I can touch you though. If you want.”

She spread her thighs a little and I let go of the steering wheel, trusting myself to be able to drive with one hand. My hand landed on her thigh and she kept staring out the window but I noticed her thighs part even more. “Quickly.” Quickly? I’m trying not to crash.

“Okay. Do you want me to take your underwear off or just-“

“I’ll just take them off, Harry. Don’t worry.” I gulped as her hands disappeared underneath the loose part of her dress and she pulled her underwear down her legs. “Oh, where am I meant to put them?”

“Um, your bag? Wait, you don’t have a bag. Give them to me.” I opened up my hand and she placed her underwear on my palm. I looked down at my hand and cleared my throat, quickly raising my hips and stuffing them in my pocket, dropping my butt back down onto the seat when I got them in.

“Hey! You didn’t say you were going to be a little pervert about it!” I gave her a little smirk and I moved my hand back to her thigh, rubbing it up and down her inner thigh. “If you’re going to touch me just do it already.”

“Not with that attitude.” She gave me an irritated look and I smiled back at her. “Obviously joking, ha, I will touch you.” I slid my hand under her dress and tightened my hand around the wheel when I felt her wetness on the pads of my fingertips. “Fuck...”

I started to rub slowly where I thought her clit was but I literally can’t see anything and I’m guessing I didn’t get it my first time because she grabbed my arm and turned towards me. “Up.”

“Oh, sorry.” I move my middle finger up and she nods so I start to rub in slow circles, that was embarrassing. I dragged my middle finger back down and slowly moved it into her, I guess me turning the car on really did turn her on as well? But what about it? That’s what I’m not getting.

I moved my ring finger into her too and she grabbed my arm again but I don’t think she was stopping me this time, just looking for something to grip onto and going with my arm. “Move your fingers, stupid.”

“I’m sorry, I’m trying not to crash while I’ve got my fingers in you!” She dug her nails into the skin of my arm slightly and I winced. “Okay, okay.” So mean for pleasure. I mean, I don’t mind much.

I pulled my fingers back until just the tip of them were still inside then moved them back in, repeating this action and over time moving my fingers faster. “That’s better...” Her nails dug into my skin again, at least this time it was out of pleasure and not utter annoyance.

I quickly looked around at the cars around us while we stopped at a red light , once I’d shifted to the right gear of course, everyone seemed to be oblivious to what was happening, thank god. I looked at her while I could, first looking at the way my arm was moving and then my eyes wandered up to her face, her head was pressed against her seat and she had her mouth open with her eyes almost falling shut. I fucking wish we weren’t in the car right now, I want to fuck her so badly.

I turned back towards the light and they were already yellow so I shifted the gear from what it was on and pressed down on the gas pedal when it turned green, moving my fingers faster and hearing her let out a little moan and then she slapped her hand over her mouth. “No, don’t hide them.”

She dropped her hand back down to her side and I shifted my hips, at least there’s not that much more driving to do, I don’t think I could survive that.

I took the left into my street and quickly parked the car, I’ve never really been good at parking honestly. I slowly pulled my fingers out of her and she frowned but widened her eyes when I looked her in the eyes and put my fingers in my mouth and sucked them. “Harry you can’t just...do that.”

“And why not?” I grinned and unbuckled my seatbelt, showing her the cheeky grin on my face before getting out of the car. I frowned when I saw that she had already got out too when I was going to open her door for her again.

“Too late, sorry mr. gentleman.” I rolled my eyes at her antics and grabbed my keys out of my back pocket, walking to the door and sticking the key in the lock, twisting it and unlocking it, I walked in the door and held it open and she walked in, it seemed I was pressed up against the door as soon as it had shut, there were like no seconds in between the door shutting and me being against it.

“Woah there.” I grabbed onto her shoulders and turned us around, making her be pressed up against the door instead. “I don’t think so.”

“What, you’re too insecure to let me take a little control?”

“I just prefer to be in control, y’know?” She shrugged her shoulders and softly grasped my hands, bringing one to her shoulder and the other to her neck.

“Be in control then, Harry.” I stepped closer to her and closed my fingers around her neck, pressing my fingers into her skin, I like her but I also want to hurt her and fuck her until she can’t do it anymore and she’s at her breaking point, is that normal? Maybe. “Let yourself do what you want to me.”

“Trust me, I’m going to do that.” I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers, this kiss made it feel like time stopped when I done it, my heart was pounding in my chest and my knees were getting weaker every second. I could only focus on the fact that her lips felt so soft against mine and how I was already addicted, how I wanted to do this forever.

It felt like just raw emotion when we were kissing, we weren’t kissing because we felt like we had to, we were kissing because we felt like we wanted to. I’m not sure if my mind was tricking me with this moment right now but if this were to be a dream, I would be devastated to ever wake up from it.

I pulled back a little for some air and opened my eyes to sneak a peek at her pretty face before moving back in. I took my hand away from her neck and brought it down to her hand and I swear my heart skipped a beat when she intertwined her fingers with mine. Now just didn’t feel like the time to have my fingers around her neck, this moment felt too sweet for it in my opinion.

I think my whole body was tingling at the moment and I pressed myself against her, making sure to keep my lips right against hers. I felt her fingers go under my shirt and lay against my stomach and my heart stopped for a moment, her fingers were cold...

I gasped against her lips at the feel of her hand on my skin and groaned when her nails scratched my stomach, just the feeling of her was amazing, I didn’t ever want her to leave me now, I need her. My stomach was in a knot every time she’s around and a few years ago I started to notice some beautiful little details of her that I hadn’t even thought about before.

She smelt so good, no matter what, I didn’t care, she smelt good, it was one of the first things I noticed. Then I started to notice how jumpy I’d get when we touched or even accidentally touched but I didn’t want her to let go at the same time, it was the strangest thing to me when I first started feeling it but now I understand, I was starting to develop feelings. It was like in the movies when the best friend finally realises he’s in love with her and she’s the only one he’ll ever need.

My skin crawled with goosebumps as I felt her start to unbutton my shirt with her delicate fingers, how long had we been kissing now? Not long enough. Whatever perfume she was wearing right now was bloody intoxicating, I took every opportunity I could to take a deep breath in through my nostrils because the smell was just that addicting to me.

I brought my hand up from her shoulder and laid it softly on her cheek, stroking her skin with my thumb. I had no fear over my growing crush on her because now I knew she felt the same, hopefully it could only go up from here.

She pulled back and took a deep breath in, pressing her hand to her chest and giggling. “That was the best kiss I’ve ever had, H.”

“Let’s do it again then.” She parted her lips and I leaned back in, moving my tongue in through her parted lips this time. I tilted my head to the side and she tilted hers the opposite way. I started to move backwards towards the bedroom, trying to kiss her at the same times but this is not as easy as they make it look in the movies.

I kept walking backwards and then suddenly tripped over something, almost landing on my ass in front of her. I looked down and spotted a stray wire, I let out a frustrated noise and kicked it away. “I wish you fell, that would have been so fucking funny.”

“Ugh, that’s so rude.” I gave up on trying to kiss her and turned around, still keeping her fingers intertwined with mine as I entered the bedroom. I sat at the edge and she got on my lap, giving me a sweet smile. “I can’t believe this is happening still.” I said it in such a vulnerable tone, I never really sound like that.

“Aw.” I couldn’t imagine what it’d be like if everyone know what we were doing, especially our friends, they were always betting on us getting in a relationship or at least hooking up. It was annoying and it made me blush but I also crossed my fingers at the same time when they mentioned it, I wanted it to happen for so long and now it is. “It’s happening, baby.”

She started to grind her hips and my eyes snapped down to my lap, I did not expect her to do that already. I reached my hands up to her face and pulled her face down so that her lips touched mine again, I needed to kiss her again. Her lips were already swollen and plump from the time we kissed before but I didn’t care, her kiss was so addicting.

I nibbled at her bottom lip and she pressed her hips down harder against mine, making me shudder and let go of her bottom lip that was caught between my teeth. “Fucking hell, keep doing that.”

“That feel good?” I sucked in a breath through my teeth as she finished unbuttoning my shirt and pushed it down my shoulders and off my arms. She licked her lips and leaned down, sucking one of my nipples.

“Shit. Shit. Shit! Please.” I desperately pleaded her, her hands grabbed onto my belt loops and she tugged at them. “Love, stop.” She immediately stopped what she was doing and leaned back with a concerned face.

“Sorry, did you not want me to do that?” I grabbed onto her hips and shifted her onto my thigh.

“No, it was good. Just wanted to move you onto my thigh.” I pushed her hips forward and her mouth dropped open in realisation. “Go on, pretty girl. Go and get yourself off with my thigh.” She gave me an unsure look but moved her hips against my thigh anyway.

I felt like I was fucking aching for her touch, my body was yearning for it and screaming at me to be selfish and focus on my pleasure but I knew I was always coming second to her. “I want to make you cum until you feel like you can’t fucking do it anymore.”

“I want you to do it too.” She choked out, too focused on moving herself against my thigh. I flexed my thigh and she let out a pleasurable noise, that’s the exact sound I want to hear if I ever see the gates of heaven honestly, utterly perfect.

“Why don’t you take your clothes off, love? It’ll feel better.” She got up and started to take off the leggings she had on while I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my trousers, lifting my hips up and dragging them down my legs. Pink lace, pink lace. She’s wearing pink lace. I’m fine. I’m okay. I’m alright.

She sat back on my thigh, right on my tiger tattoo. Fuck, she’s hot. The skin of her thighs was glistening from sweat and it just made her look fucking delicious, her exposed thighs were simply beautiful. Every part of her was so fucking beautiful, I had a new greed for her body that kept developing more and more as we continued.

Her skin glistened and glowed under the pale light in my room that I’d put in, I could stare forever. Her hips rutted against my thigh and I felt that my eyes really were tricking me, she was getting herself off on the tiger tattoo in pretty pink lace. 100% a dream.

“I can’t do this anymore.” Her hips stopped and her eyes widened when I said it. “I need to get my tongue on you.” I watched her shuffle off my thigh and she turned around and bent down as she grabbed her underwear and pushed them down her legs, giving me the ultimate view of her ass. “I’m gonna grab something, you can wait here for me.”

I stood up and she grabbed my hand pulling me towards her. “You leaving me all alone, H? Can’t guarantee I won’t do something bad.”

“Just sit on the bed and fucking wait for me, be a little patient. I’m not even going to leave the room.” I gave her a warning look and then walked past her, to my drawers where I kept my stuff...that I like to use.

“What’re you getting there?” I pressed my lips together and didn’t answer her, she can wait and see. “Harry, what are you getting?”

“Fucking hell, just wait. You’ve waited 1 minute, probably less.” I opened the drawer and grabbed the fluffy red Gucci handcuffs I owned, I hope she likes these.

(in case you’ve never seen the handcuffs)

I held them up and then turned around. “How do you feel about these?” She covered her mouth and giggled a little bit, shit, did she not like them? Did I just fucking embarrass myself? “Oh, I’m guessing that’s a no, I’ll put them away. Forget about it.”

“No! Don’t put them away! I just didn’t expect you to have fluffy red handcuffs, but I don’t mind them.” I walked over and grabbed her wrists with my left hand. “You going to cuff me, Harry?”

“Yeah, ‘m gonna fucking cuff yeh. Move back then get on your hands and knees for me, okay?” She furrowed her brows together but moved back, I don’t think she was getting what I was going to do today. I crawled up on the bed towards her when she finally turned around onto her hands and knees and kneeled beside her. “Give me your hands.”

She leaned back onto her heels and held her hands out for me, watching in curiosity as I raised them towards the headboard and cuffed her hands together. “I thought you wanted to, in your words, get your tongue on me.” She leaned forward and grabbed onto the headboard, resuming her position before except her hands were now in a different place.

“I will, I’ll just be under you.” Her head quickly turned towards me and I gave her a cheeky grin before getting behind her, parting her thighs. “You already wet for me?”

“Yeah...” I brought my hand to her ass and squeezed it softly, such beautiful skin.

I laid down under her, my face was below hers and she looked down at me. “Come on, get on m’face.” She moved forward on her knees until she was right above my face and I grabbed onto her hips, pulling her down onto my mouth.

I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, pressing the tip against her clit. I heard that it’s good to just do the alphabet until you find what get’s her thighs shaking and her letting out some moans.

Okay. A. B. C. D. E

Oh a reaction for e. Let’s go with e then.

I moved my tongue in an e shape a few times then flicked it up and down, I looked up and she was watching me, she finally let out a moan when I moved my tongue in an e shape against her clit. Her thighs pressed against the sides of my head and I reached my hands up, grabbing onto her ass.

I moved my right hand back slightly and then brought it back down on her ass, slapping it. “Woah!” She pushed her hips down on my mouth and her thighs squeezed around my head a little tighter. Fucking suffocate me if you have to. “Do it again.”

I brought my hand down on her ass again, but harder, way harder this time. I wanted to hurt her...but in a good way! “I like that.” I lifted both of my hands up to her ass and made her move her hips, she tightened her grip on the headboard and started to grind on my tongue on her own. I hope I can do this again and again and again and again.

I sucked on her clit softly and she moaned my name, yes, boost my ego baby. “Shit, Harry. I feel it.” I sucked on her clit harder for a few seconds then pushed her away from my mouth. “What’re you doing, you asshole?”

“I’m doing what I want.” I sat up and she sat herself down on my thighs, her arms resting on my shoulders since her hands were still cuffed behind me. I raised my hand up and pressed it against her throat, my 4 fingers gripping the right side of her neck and my thumb pressing into the skin on the left side of her neck.

“I want to touch you, can’t you let me out the handcuffs for a minute?” She could beg and plead all she wanted but I was going to do this my why, I was going to do what I pleased, unless she told me to stop. “Please, Harry.”

“No, I’m doing what I fucking want with you, don’t ask me to do anything. Fuck, I just want to get my tongue on you again.” I let go of her neck and brought my hand to the neckline of her dress, thank god it was strapless. “Can I move this down?”

“Yeah.” I gripped the neckline with both of my hands and pulled it down until her chest was exposed, groaning when it was revealed that she didn’t wear a bra under her dress. “Can’t you take the rest of your clothes off, H?”

“You’re in my lap, I can’t exactly do that right now.” She raised her hands and brought them over my head then moved herself off me and I raised my eyebrows, she just loves testing me, huh? “Wow, real smart.”

“I know. Take your clothes off, you can do it now.” I rolled my eyes and smiled as I grabbed onto the waistband off my boxers and caught her stare.

“Maybe I shouldn’t take them off, since you think you can just tell me to do it.” She huffed impatiently and leaned forward, grabbing onto my boxers herself. “You can’t just-“ She pulled them down until they were at the middle of my thighs and then leaned back. “Come here.”

“I’m sorry-“

“Come here.” She sat back on my thighs and avoided eye contact. “What made you think you could do that? I didn’t tell you to.” I grabbed her chin and tilted her head up so she was looking at me. “Tell me what made you think you could just do what you want.”

“I was just getting impatient, I know I shouldn’t have.”

“What a bad fucking excuse. Might as well actually take them off. Hurry up.” I let go of her chin and she grabbed my boxers again, pulling them off my legs. “Are you listening now? I might un-cuff you if you use your mouth right.”

“I’m listening, Harry. I’m sorry.” She’s such a talker, I wonder if she sucks as good as she always does in my dreams. She always leaves me satisfied and I leave her satisfied, always good fucking dreams than I hope I’m going to re-live right now. “You said you were going to use your tongue on me.”

“Can’t a guy change his mind when the person he’s in bed with is a fucking brat?” Admittedly, I did honestly want to use my tongue like I do in almost every dream I have but...I can’t just let her think that she can do something when I didn’t tell her to do it or I told her not to do it. “You said you were listening so why the fuck are you questioning me, anyway?”

“I didn’t want to question you, I was just looking forward to...never mind I’ll-“

“No, just don’t. I can’t even be bothered anymore, that’s how fucking annoying you’re being. Get off my lap and lie on your back like a good girl would.” She got off me and I bit my lip at her obedience, this is still a little strange at times but I’m not going to stop it, I’m enjoying myself so much. “You don’t get to come again, because of how much you’ve pissed me off.”

“What? You don’t have to do that, Harry. I’m sorry. Don’t do that again, please.” She had a pleading tone to her voice and I rolled my eyes, she can take what she gets. “Please don’t, I said sorry?”

“Talking is not making this any better, be quiet or I’ll have to put something in your mouth to shut you up. But you don’t even deserve that, the most you deserve is getting to suck on my fingers.”

“Can I?” I should’ve expected her to say that. “Please?” She probably doesn’t deserve it actually...but I just really want to see this, badly. I placed my index and pointer finger on my right hand on her lips and she opened them, letting me move my fingers into her mouth slowly.

“You just love having something to suck on, don’t you? You love sucking on whatever you can get from someone, baby? Lay back like I told you to now.” She grabbed my arm and slowly moved onto her back, I looked down at her body and shivered. Mine. “Need my fingers back, love.”

She shook her head and I pulled my fingers out her mouth myself. “You better start doing things when I tell you to. You’re a brat. That’s what you like to be though, isn’t it? A fucking annoying brat. You want someone to be in control of you but you don’t make it easy for them. You don’t deserve me touching you right now, do it yourself.”

“W-what?” I pushed her thighs apart and grabbed onto her hand, making her move it down her body until she got to her lower stomach. “You actually want me to do it myself?”

“Yeah, I want you to do it yourself, so do it.” I let go of her hand and she started to move it down herself, stopping for a moment. “No reason to be scared or anything, you can do it in front of me, I’m not going to judge you or make fun of you. Don’t have to if you don’t want to though.” 

“I can do it. I can.” She moved her hand down and then stuck out her middle finger, pressing it down on her clit and then moving it in circles. What a sight.

“Easier than you thought, innit. Just keep going, you have to listen to what I say though.” She nodded her head and closed her eyes, keeping her finger moving at a slow and steady pace. I can’t believe it took me so long to realise that I love her.

I love her so much. I want to be with her in every way. I want to be with her through every emotion I ever feel for the rest of my life. I want to be with her when I’m sad, I want to be with her when I’m happy, I want to be with her through it all. I want a family, but if she doesn’t want that, that’s okay too, I can live with it. All of it’s going to be for her now. Just for her.

When I touch her, I feel my face burning up, she teased me about it but I don’t think she knew it was because of her. It’s like I’m an obsessed teenage boy who just discovered that he’s into people, I can’t stay away from her. I really do need her. She may tease me but she’s always been so sweet to me, even when other people weren’t, she was.

She always helped me out, even helped me out with my crush, I don’t think I actually liked them, just couldn’t accept that I liked her yet and just tried to pick someone else to focus on instead. It didn’t work, she was around me so much constantly. I wonder if she felt the same.

Was she as obsessed as I was? Was she not able to sleep because she could only think about me too? Probably not. Imagine staying awake because of some boy with curly hair, that’d be pretty weird. No one would have thought about me like that, especially her.

I want to be good to her.

“Harry...please touch me, feels better.” Need to be good to her.

“Yeah, I can do that. I’ll do it. Move your hand.” She lifted her hand away and I licked my lips. Right, fuck...what am I doing? Well I know what I’m doing, I think. Doing her. “Do you want me to touch you or do you want me to...”

“You’ve suddenly gotten shy? Do what you want, Harry. Actually...I haven’t got to touch you since we started this. Will you let me?” As if I’m going to tell her no, that would just be pure stupidity.

“Yeah, of course.” She sat up and I moved beside her, this is really weird now. Like...I thought about it? But now it’s actually happening? I just didn’t think it would happen. This moment is very surreal for me. I don’t even care if we stop right now anymore, just want her here with me. How it should be. “Of course, no pressure to do this-“

“Harry, I asked.”

“Right.”

I remember the first day I realised I liked her, I was 14 or 15, I really was starting to notice her then that day it just clicked in my mind.

I looked at her and I knew. That day...she also asked me to kiss her for the first time, but not for the reason I would’ve wanted.

11 years ago, Harry’s room.

Mum let Y/N come over today, it is summer, there’s not much of a reason for her to say no. I looked over at her and saw her scrolling through her phone and I let out a puff of air through my lips out of boredom.

“Oh, what is it?” I looked over at her on her spot on the floor, I laid back and let my head hang off of the edge of the bed, keeping my eyes on her. “You look weird when you’re upside down like that, stupid.”

“Thanks a lot. I’m bored, don’t you want to do something except go on your new phone? What on there could possibly be more interesting than me?” She grinned and I groaned, she definitely had something to tell.

“Well, you know Aidan?” I nodded my head and closed my eyes, Aidan’s a nice guy but he’s nothing compared to me. But I, of course...am not trying to make a move on Y/N. “Well, he gave me his number and we’ve been texting non-stop, I’m really excited about it, he’s such a good guy.”

“Pfft, I’m better. I’m sure anyone would rather hang out with me than Aidan. I’m a good guy too, I’ve always treated you good, haven’t I?” She raised an eyebrow and I slapped my hand over my mouth, why do I sound jealous? “Please, I just want you to hang out with me when you come over.”

“You really are needy. Fine.” She clicked the off button on the side of her phone and stood up, walking over to the side of the bed. I felt something on my stomach and lifted my head up, she laid her head on my stomach. Made me feel funny. “What are we going to do then?”

“You want to go out somewhere, we could go in my back garden? Treehouse?” Her head perked up and she slapped my stomach lightly. “Um, ow?”

“You’re a genius, treehouse it is then.” She stood up and I forced myself to sit up, raising my arms and stretching my back to try to get it to maybe crack, it fucking hurt getting up after being it that position. “C’mon lazy, get up.”

“I am, I am. Fucking hell.” I grabbed my shoes that were just beside the bed and quickly put them on, getting up and following behind her as she opened my door and made her way out of my room. “I swear you walk around this place like you live here sometimes...”

“I basically do.”

“That’s very true.” She reached behind her and grabbed my hand, I felt my face immediately heating up and she didn’t even react as she dragged me behind her while she walked down the wooden stairs. “It’s just the treehouse, it’s not going anywhere, you don’t need to hurry.”

“I want to hurry though, I like the treehouse.”

“Do you use me for my treehouse?”

“Yes.” I gasped and she squeezed my hand tightly, making me let out a yelp of pain. “Don’t act like you didn’t know that the only reason I hang out with you is for Gemma and your treehouse. I’ve always liked Gemma better than you by the way.” I rolled my eyes and pulled on her arm so that she stopped.

“If we run anymore I’m probably going to get a stitch. Also, I’m much better than Gemma don’t lie, you always hang out with me when you’re here.” I could just imagine that sharp pain in my side, fuck no, it’s the worst, I’ll do all I can to avoid getting a stitch.

“I hang out with you so that our friendship can build up and I can break your heart so much you’ll never forget me, baby.” Friend-zoned and called baby in the same sentence, okay. “Nah, don’t worry. Still love you.” She leaned over and kissed my cheek, quickly turning back around and dragging me out of the house to the back garden with her.

She just kissed my cheek. She just kissed my cheek? I brought up to my cheek and held it there as we walked out of the door to my garden. I got to slap myself, got to wake up. I raised my hand and brought it down onto my cheek, groaning when she turned around at the slapping noise and I learned it wasn’t a dream and I’ve just embarrassed myself. “Did you just slap yourself?”

“I felt something on my cheek, thought it was a fly or something, I hate them.” She raised her eyebrow to show that she was unconvinced and let go of my hand, walking away from me to the ladder that led to the treehouse.

“Whatever, let’s go up.”

“Wait! I need to go up and...clean...” She gave me a cheeky smile and grabbed onto the ladder, quickly moving up it. “Wait! Stop!”

“Nope!” I went up the ladder after her, quickly realising I had to stare at the ladder as I went up because she chose to wear a dress today. “What’re you hiding in here?...” She made her way into the treehouse and I went in after her. “Is this a diary?”

“No! Don’t read it!”

She opened up the first page and started to read it aloud. “I’ve been feeling different about her lately-“ I grabbed the personal little diary from her quickly and closed it, squeezing the edges tightly and probably causing some damage from how tightly I was gripping it. “Aw, have you got a little crush on someone, Harry? Who is she that you’re talking about?”

“None of your business!” I placed the book behind me and crossed my arms. “Just leave it alone...”

“Hm, alright...have you kissed anybody yet?” Should I lie or tell the truth? The truth is a little too embarrassing but I don’t like lying to her.

“Uh, no. Have you?”

“No...the reason I asked is well...I don’t want to go out with Aidan without even kissing anyone, so I was going to ask if...could you kiss me?” Woah woah woah, did she just actually ask me to kiss her? Pause, this can’t be right. “Please? It’ll feel like it’s over as quickly as it started, promise.”

“Yeah, I can totally kiss you. Just because you asked.” I should totally not be getting butterflies right now. “Let’s do it quickly. If we wait, I’m not going to be able to do it.”

“Right, okay...” I crossed my legs and sat in front of me, copying the way I crossed my legs. “Come here, then.”

I lifted my hand up to her cheek and leaned my upper body forward towards her, this is so normal. I closed my eyes and pursed my lips, just moving forward until I felt her lips against mine. Fuck.

I think I’ve figured out what the butterflies mean.

Present

“Harry, are you alright? It’s like you’re somewhere else.” She snapped her fingers in front of my face and I turned my head to look at her. How the hell did I drift away while this was happening. “Do you still want to do this?”

“I still want to, I just went somewhere else for a second, sorry.” Her hand landed on my thigh and I stared down at it, I think it just actually hit me what we’re doing, she’s going to try and...get me off? Ew, can’t believe I just said that, sorry.

“Okay.” Her hand moved up my thigh and I turned my head towards her again. “Relax, there’s no pressure to continue anymore.”

“I just need you to kiss me, I don’t feel pressured.”

“I can do that.” I lifted up to her cheek like I did that first time and leaned in towards her, pressing my lips against hers and moving my hand down to her throat but I didn’t squeeze tightly in case she didn’t want it.

I felt her hand close around my cock and I pressed my fingers into the skin of her neck. She pulled back from my lips and moved to my neck as she started to move her head, twisting it when she moved her hand up. “Uh-“

She started to suck my skin between her teeth and I moved my hand to the back of her head, keeping her there. “Fucking h-“ Her hand started to move faster and I squeezed my hand around her throat tighter, I could barely see anymore, my vision was so blurry from the pleasure.

She pulled back from my neck and I let go of her throat, instead choosing to grip the bedsheets because I don’t want to hurt her too bad. “You can’t even speak, can you?” She reached up and wrapped her fingers around my throat like I did before. This is new. But a really fucking good kind of new. “You look a little pathetic, I’m touching you and you can barely speak. I don’t even have to try, do it?”

“No...” I mumbled back my response quietly and she smirked, I’ve never really been the one without power but this is...good. So good.

“Are you not going to speak up? Imagine people knowing that the Harry Styles is actually pathetic and likes to be choked?” Is she degrading me? Why don’t I have a problem with it?

“I’m not ashamed.”

“No? Would you beg on your knees, H?” She stopped moving her hand and let go of my cock, making me whine. “Would you beg for me to touch you?”

“What?” Beg on my knees? She’d probably laugh at me.

“Would you beg on your knees?” She tightened her hand around my throat and I swallowed harshly, what the actual fuck is happening? “Are you nervous, Harry?”

“Pfft, me? Nervous? Nope! I’m just...unsure...about what is happening.”

“It’s okay to be the vulnerable one sometimes, Harry, but only be the vulnerable one if you’re comfortable with it.” She released her grip on my throat and I reached up, laying my hand over hers and making her squeeze my neck tightly again.

“I can be the vulnerable one...well...I can try my best to be the vulnerable one.” I kept my hand over hers and stared at her straight in the eyes, she needs to know I’m being serious since I’m not serious most times, which can cause problems.

“Have you thought about this before? Thought about someone telling you what to do instead of telling them?” I swallowed and contemplated whether I should tell her or not, she wouldn’t embarrass me surely? Then again, it turns out the she rather enjoys humiliating me so I don’t know. “Hurry up and tell me before I stop what I’m doing.”

“Yes! I-I thought about it before but I was too scared to try it or ask someone to try it so I just didn’t...can I touch you?” I reached my left hand out to her and she slapped it away, not harshly but it left a little sting. “Damn!”

“You didn’t even wait after you asked your question, I was going to say no, by the way. You probably wouldn’t have fucking listened anyway.” She squeezed her hand around my neck when she said those last three words and I whimpered at the feeling of pleasure I was getting from the pain. “Oh you like that?”

“Yeah...just let me fucking touch you.” I grabbed her arm and she let go of my throat from shock. “I can’t wait anymore, I was enjoying myself but I’m not patient, I’m not waiting on you any longer.” I pushed her back down onto the bed and crawled over her. “You can just listen to me now.”

“No, you can’t just- I was enjoying myself! Do you know how fun it is making men be the ones begging to be touched?” She pouted her lips and I smiled, too bad.

“How do you expect me to listen when you can’t listen yourself? I’m going to do what I want.” I rested my middle and ring finger on her lips. “Suck ‘em.”

“No.”

“Fucking do it.” She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, I moved my fingers onto her tongue and she wrapped her lips around them. “Good girl.” I brought my other hand to her cheek and smoothed my thumb back and forth on her skin.

I pulled my fingers out of her mouth and she smirked at me. “That what you wanted?” The small smile I had on my face dropped immediately when I heard her sarcastic tone, she’s trying to annoy me. “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?”

“Fuck, just be quiet.” She wrapped her legs around my waist and I grunted when she pulled me down on top of her. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I’ve gotten impatient waiting for you too, get on with it.” I placed my hands flat on the bed and lifted my upper body up. “Are you going go fuck me now?”

“No,” She raised her eyebrows and I looked down between our bodies. “Was going to touch you first but you just don’t deserve it anymore. Well, maybe I’ll just keep going until you’re begging me to give you a break.”

“Please...” She said it so quietly that I almost didn’t hear it.

“Didn’t quite hear you, what’s you say?” She clicked her tongue and looked away from me so I moved my hips forward and bit my lip when I felt my cock against her pussy. “Tell me what you said, love.”

“I said...please...” She pleaded and moved my hips forward again and moaned softly in her ear. “Fuck me...”

“I need a condom.” I moved back from her a little bit and she grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

“No, no...I’m on the pill.” I sighed and bit my lip, is it worth the risk? “Please. Need you to fill me up, Harry.” Yup, worth it.

“Okay, okay. I can definitely do that for you.” I looked down and grabbed my cock, moving my hand a bit before positioning myself. “Are you ready for this?”

“So ready.” I pushed into her a little bit then let go of my cock, bringing my hand to her waist and looking back at her face to see her with her eyes shut and her mouth hung open but nothing was coming out of her mouth.

“Shit, you feel good...” I leaned my head down into her neck and sucked at her skin, starting to move my hips slowly. The room was starting to get darker because it was almost night now but the light that was shining onto her skin made her look so good, it felt surreal that she was letting me touch her when she looked this good.

“Harry, go faster.” I gave her neck one last kiss and lifted my head up and drew my hips back, I looked at her eyes that were brighter because of the light and noticed that she was looking back and forth between my eyes and my lips. I thrusted my hips forward suddenly and she let out a moan that I think she wasn’t even expecting to come from her. “Well, that was definitely harder.”

I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers before starting to move my hips again, moving them harder than I was before, I want her at my mercy. “You going to take it like a whore, baby?” What the fuck did I just say. “I mean-“

“Say what you want, it’s not going to scare me.”

I took a deep breath and spoke again. “Take it like a fucking whore.”

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Hello love! This is my first ask hehe. Can I please request some Shanks, Ace, and Benn headcanons (or scenerio, whichever u are more comfortable with!) of their fem!S/O dying on the battlefield? Love your works btw💕💕! Thanks in advance!! :)

yes 😩 death angst 😩

I will put this here... it’s Shanks, Ace, and Kid dying on the battle field and their last thoughts of s/o :3 just if you feel like crying more

I cried like 6 times writing these

TW- death, angst

Shanks, Ace, Benn seeing their fem!s/o die on the battlefield 

told in character’s point of view

-through the groups of pirates fighting, through all of the blood, through all of the smoke and sword clashes, how did I manage to see the exact moment a gun was held to your head and the trigger was pulled

-a spout of dark liquid came from your head that felt like it drowned even from so far away and so little in content

-you fell back onto the ground and the crew members that had seen the event looked to me, but I only turned away 

-when the fight was over I went back towards the boat I was grinning, because I wasn’t mad you had died

-some of the crew members however began to tear up, it was nice to see they cared so much about you as well

-Yasopp ran to me and grabbed my collar, I told him to let go, he didn’t seem to have the same outlook on your death

-if there’s one thing that was bothering me, it was the question of why I had to see your demise

-why... why had I been able to see that moment. I wish I hadn’t, I think I would have much rather lived in a blissful denial telling myself you were off on your own journey and you would return soon

-maybe I would’ve been better off telling myself you are somewhere in the world and I just have to find you

-I guess you are on your own voyage somewhere, maybe with another crew, maybe with another captain

-is it fun?

-you wanna know why I’m not crying, why I’m not breaking down like I always had thought I would?

-it’s because in the moment when I almost ran to you, when I. almost gave in and crashed to the floor, it was like I had heard an angel whisper to me- she said she’d keep you safe

-that you’ll be okay

-she said your time with me is over

-and I didn’t want to ruin your departure with my own selfishness

-I hope you’ve had a good time with me _____, I hope you’re as free as you were here

-Thatch brought me over to the crew after the battle, everyone is grouped in a circle, it’s almost like someone die- oh

-Marco was kneeling beside you with his hands on fire, but his powers didn’t seem to be working because you still weren’t moving

-you were already dead when I got there.. I couldn’t even say goodbye

-I scoffed in disbelief, anger, sadness-I don’t fucking know. Marco looked up at me with slightly teary eyes and he shook his head

-I choked out a sob and ran towards you, could you hear me? I took you in my arms and shook you because usually that works but you didn’t do anything. you felt so cold I tried to warm you up but maybe my emotions were too crazy because the flames burned you... could you feel that too?

-no one told me who killed you even when I pounced on Marco and threatened him, I swear I would’ve made him pay 

-Whitebeard pushed me away

-it’s fucked up world where the innocent ones like you are the ones to die first, when their are so many horrible people out there, maybe it was that you were too innocent, maybe you had to leave before that innocence was corrupted

-if that’s the case then I guess I should be thankful, but I can’t be

-I’m sorry I’m not all, “oh _____ is in a better place now” but you’re not in a better place!

-a better place would be with me! or maybe a better place would be with you. a better place is just wherever you and I are together, so where am I supposed to go when that place doesn’t even exist 

-y’know I always wanted you to die first so you wouldn’t have to go through the pain of my death, I just might have underestimated how painful this would be

-I’m not saying I would rather I die before you because I love you too much to put you through this.. or loved you? is that what I’m supposed to say now? why didn’t you just stick around long enough to tell me what to do?

-you never said “I’m leaving” and you never said “goodbye”, you left before I had the chance to tell you how much I love you and how much you’ve helped me

-but without you here it’s like none of that matters, like you gave up on me

-and for that, I hate you 

-usually when Shanks calls me over it’s not a very serious matter, and it’s usually not after a battle because he can his own

-but he called me over once the smoke was beginning to clear and something about the way he said my name made me unnerved

-you’re never ready to see someone you love dead, even when I’ve been a pirate for years it was... scary. maybe the fact that you were still breathing is what made it even scarier

-I didn’t want to tell you it would be okay, I’ve never liked lying to you. and you seemed to know it wasn’t okay. maybe it was the tears brimming in my eyes that told you the truth, maybe it was my shaking hold when I took you from Shanks’ arms and cradled you against my chest

-it all felt so slow, watching the crew walk away with their heads hanging low, the feeling of your hand grabbing mine

-I’ve always been... okay with words of love, but now I love you seems futile. I still said it though, I wonder if you heard it

-your eyes were wandering everywhere I wasn’t sure if you could comprehend. anything

-when your hand fell from my cheek I kissed your forehead one last time and layed down on the ground, I put my cape over you just in case it got cold, you always loved huddling in my cape 

-I think the hardest part of ‘moving on’ will be trying to recover the part of me you took

-it was like you added a second heart that only beat for you, but it’s not slowing  down, because I sure as hell still love you

-it’s just.. going to be a little while before we see each other again

-I know that there is nothing that could be done to save you, but I still have to wish you could have stayed

-I think the hardest part of this is that I know our story wasn’t finished