#we’re gonna hang while I’m still in the city

[wonysugar]

keep talking | aeri uchinaga

synopsis : your best friend, aeri, was on tour with her fellow aespa members. she missed you a whole lot though, so you guys get on call and she asks you to talk about your day, to ramble, and to just keep on talking<3

pairing : idol!giselle x fem!reader

genre : best friends to fwb, phone call, smut!!

tags : phone sex, giselle is pretty subby in this, so yknow reader is kinda dommy, long distance, bffs to fwb, fingering, clit rubbing, dirty talk, you talk her through it ehehehe, aeri is still an aespa member, they’re on tour, and aeri has practice later help, what a bummer :((

warning : none just horny smut lol

word count : around 1.2k

a/n: this has been in my drafts since july,,, SO sorry,, but anyways i hope you enjoy this :] thank you

“a-s-a-p, babyy, hurry up, don’t be lazyy”

you heard the ringtone from your cellphone, immediately jumping on your bed from excitement as you quickly accepted the anticipated call, not even bothering to read the contact name. you’ve been planning to call her ever since she’s left the country, but she’s just been so endlessly busy recently, you couldn’t help but miss her.

immediately greeted by the voice of your best friend, aeri, a playful “heyyyy.” is what came out of your speaker.

“heyyyyy.” you sang back just as playfully, earning a giggle from her. “how is it in the uk? you having fun?” you ask, occupying your fingers by twirling and playing with your hair as she hummed. her and her band, aespa, were currently on tour. today, they landed in london, and were now getting ready for their concert tomorrow.

“it’s fun!! we landed only a few hours ago but i’m already loving the city so farrr. i went grocery shopping with ning earlier and, it was like.. so fun for no reason??” she told you, you could visualize her smile just from the way she spoke. “it would be so much more fun if you were here though, y/n..” she added, now probably pouting.

you chucked, “it’s okay, aeriii. it’s not like we’re completely separated, we have each other’s number. worst case scenario, we text a couple of times in a day.”

“but it’s not the sameee.” she whined, “seeing your best friend in person and seeing them through a screen is not the same thing at all.”

you tried reassuring her that the tour wasn’t gonna last that long, and that you both were gonna hang out as soon as it was over. she eventually agreed and shrugged the feeling off, asking about your day and how you’ve been.

“to be honest, it’s also been kinda lonely without you so i’ve just been at home in my freetime, sometimes going on walks. though i should say! listening to your music while i’m at work does help, like girl.. that shit gets me so hyped up like m-m-mamba-“ you rambled on and on, confident that she was listening to everything you were saying due to the responsive mhms she let out.

they progressively became less frequent, however, and then, at some point, they just completely stopped. you started worrying, wondering if the signal was gone or something..

“you there?” you ask.

“h-huh? y-yeah i’m still here.” she replied with a slightly shaky voice.

that didn’t sound very convincing.. was she feeling okay? before you could ask, a small noise escaped her lips. a noise that sounded like… a whimper. a whimper that was trying to held back.

“you know, we can call some other time if you don’t feel too well right no-“

“fuck y/n please don’t hang up… keep talking about whatever i don’t care but just.. please k-keep talking. i’m sorry, i’m listening i p-promise.” she interrupted in such a desperate voice, kinda whining in the process as she was breathing heavily into the mic.

you were dumbfounded. this was all so strange.. was she in danger or something? why would she ask you to just keep talking if she was, though? you just sat there for a moment, silent, a confused look plastered on your face.

until it clicked. oh.

oh.

the heavy panting.. the shake in her voice.. begging for you to keep talking.. the slight whimpering??? your stomach pleasantly twisted at the thought, was she actually..?

a smirk began to form.

“aeri..” you pause, contemplating actually asking the question. then,

“are you touching yourself right now?”

no response, just a desperate sigh. she was probably trying to think of an excuse. oh that poor girl. “oh my god you totally are.” you said, feeling like teasing her some more.

“i’m sorry y/n, i - fuck - i just missed you so- mmh..so much i couldn’t help it i’m sorry-.” she whined out.. you were imagining the look she had on her face right now, head probably buried in the pillow.

yet in another whiny voice, “this was a bad i-idea i have practice later and.. fuckfuckfuck-“ is what comes out of her mouth, almost inaudible due to how quiet she was being, careful as to not let the other members next door overhear.

you couldn’t lie, you weren’t expecting her to act like this. she never would say kinky shit to you directly, let alone do it in your company. you guys were close, so you talked about sexual things sometimes, but it was all in good fun. having her masturbate on a call got you unexpectedly and indescribably turned on.

“fuck practice aeri, describe what you’re doing.” you asked, getting undeniably hornier by every small noise she let out.

she exhaled, “i’m - ah - fingering m-myself..”

you slowly unbuttoned your jeans as you were listening to her response, “with how many fingers?” you add.

“t-two..” she panted yet again, your hand already getting into your panties and closer to your cunt.

“are you imagining they’re mine?” you spread apart your pussy lips, gently rubbing on your folds, feeling how wet you already were from her. you exhaled from relief.

she whimpered and squirmed at your words, knowing her, she was most definitely feeling embarrassed right now. then, she let out a needy mhm in response to your question as she was pumping her fingers in and out of herself.

“words, baby.” you added.

“fuck y/n - yes i am..” she quietly moaned out.

“good girl.” you praise, earning a cute little whimper from her. fuck, you couldn’t help it, hearing her pretty moans and knowing that she was touching herself to your voice made you lose it.

you inserted your own fingers into your aroused cunt, letting out a sigh of relief as you were finally doing something about the pool that was growing in between your legs ever since you figured out that your best friend was masturbating to your voice. holy shit, not even the greatest porno ever made could get you this aroused.

then, you heard a chuckle from the other side of the line. “d-did i get you horny?” she teased.

“no shit you did.” you shakily confessed as you could hear her quietly moan, “you sound so good.” you added.

“fuuck i wish i was there with you right now.” she confessed back, her voice obviously still very shaky.

“what would you - mmh - do if y-you were?” you wanted her to explain every little detail, to ramble on and on about what she was thinking of right now.

she slowed down on the fingering, as if it was really going to maximize her thinking, “w-well.. for starters..

i’d probably pin down you on the bed.. get on top of you and m-make out with you, slowly letting my - god - hands roam your entire body as i move my mouth further down. feeling the pressure from your knee in between my thighs..”

her voice started getting shakier while your cunt got just as wet hearing her describe the scene, god you needed to see her face, you needed to see how she was probably squirming at the sensation, how desperate she was getting just from imagining all of it. you needed to see it for yourself.

“aeri.” you shakily let out.

before she could even choke out a response,

“can you get on facetime?”

[coryosbaby]

Playing Dangerous - Ethan Landry x reader x Chad Meeks Martin (18+)

a lil sum for @knxfesup 🤭

Warning: threesome, jealousy, car sex, angry sex, double penetration, marking, degradation, Ethan is literally so mean in this, dumbification, sir kink, daddy kink (it’s said like one time LMFAOO), cum play, breeding kink, a little bit of anal, dom! Ethan landry, dom! Chad meeks Martin, sub!bimbo! Reader

“Oh, my god! I LOVE Kendrick Lamar!”

Your voice rings out through the party you’re at. You always get loud, but it’s not like anyone is sober enough to care. The boy in front of you, some random frat guy with average frat guy music taste, is conversating you about different bands. He smiles, throwing his head back and laughing at your excitement. He’s cute, with sandy blonde hair and and green eyes.

He’s not Ethan or Chad, though.

And you know that. But neither of two boys seem to, because they’re death staring you and the frat boy from across the room.

Chad’s jaw is clenched, hands gripping his drink harshly, as Ethan’s cold stare examines the way you move your body towards him. An innocent little sway of your hips, but Ethan knows better. He knows that move.

When you walk away from the frat boy, his number now innocently resting in your pocket, you make your way over to Ethan and Chad.

“Hey, guys!” You excitedly bring Chad into a hug and kiss Ethan on the cheek. They give you the cold shoulder, however, and ignore you. You frown, not knowing what you did wrong.

“Are you both okay? You look-”

“Shut up,” Chad snaps. “We’re going home.”

Your mouth snaps shut, but then forms into a pout.

“Why are you being so mean? I wanna stay…”

“We don’t really care what you want.” Ethan says. His hand grabs your wrist and he tugs you to him. Him and Chad begin to direct you to your car, and you follow them, irritated.

Usually Ethan lets you sit in the floorboard when Chad drives, lets you rest your cheek against his thigh while he strokes your hair. And sometimes, when Ethan drives, Chad lets you rest your head in his lap in the backseat.

But this time, Ethan shoves you into the back without even a look at you.

He gets in the passenger side, and Chad throws your bag in the back with you. He begins to drive and you glare at him in anger.

“I was having fun.”

Ethan chuckles. “Yeah, sure you were. With that fucking idiot in the backwards hat. What was his name?”

You realize that they’re jealous, and you roll your eyes.

Chad sees your reaction in the mirror and looks back at you through the reflection to give you a harsh stare.

“Don’t roll your fucking eyes at him. Answer the goddamn question.”

You shrug nervously, your attitude slightly wavering at Chad’s tone. Your pink acrylic nails tap against the door handle. The place you’re driving at is mostly empty. It’s 3 a.m, after all, and the party was away from the city.

“He was just some guy named Alex. He gave me his number because he wants to hang out together at his frat wednesday night to talk about the class we share. It’s no big deal.”

“Yeah,” Ethan scoffs. “I’m sure that was the reason. He’s just trying to get into your pants.”

You frown.

“He was just being nice…”

“Baby, guys like that aren’t being nice unless they want something.” Chad cuts in. His tone is soft. Sometimes he gets scared your naiveness might get you into trouble. Both him and Ethan have to think for you most of the time, after all.

But of course, you still have that snarky attitude.

“Whatever…” you mutter. “He’s probably better in bed, anyway. Maybe I’ll still go.”

Chad’s eyes narrow, his hand tight on the steering wheel, and Ethan turns around to look at you angrily.

“That mouth is gonna get you into trouble, bitch. I would stop while you’re ahead.”

“Or what?”

And then Chad is pulling the car over, the road empty and deserted. Both him and Ethan are fuming, and they unbuckle their seat belts and stalk over to your door. When they open it, Chad leans over to roughly undo your seat belt. Your eyes are wide, face flushed.

And then Chad pushes you down, turning your body over and bending you at your knees. He yanks your skirt up, and your underwear down. He hits your ass with a hardened force, and you cry out, hands scrambling to hold yourself up as he spanks you.

“N-no! ‘M sorry.. I won’t ever do it again, sir!”

“Unless I hear a safe word, I’m not stopping.” Chad growls. He spanks you again, harder. Your ass stings, incredibly so. “You get five hits from me, and then Ethan is going to give you five more. Is that understood?”

You nod, ass backing up against the boy’s hand more. Although you love the feeling and only have three hits left from Chad, you dread the time when Ethan has to punish you. Even if he’s the smaller of the two, he’s the meanest.

Chads hand comes down on you again, and your body surges forward in the warm leather seat. Your pussy clenches, flooding with wetness, and the boy’s hand comes down one last time. You moan at the sting, and he rubs your ass soothingly before moving out of the way so Ethan can finish the job. And when Chad goes over to the other side of the car to get into the seat beside you, he begins to stroke your hair. it’s a form of comfort; he knows how harsh your shared boyfriend can be, and always stays beside you in case you get too overwhelmed.

You can feel Ethan’s soft palms press against you, and you tense. The sting of his harsh hits doesn’t come, however.

Because his hands move from you, and down to his belt.

Your eyes widen when you hear the sound of the metal buckle coming undone. He pulls it through the loops of his jeans, and you feel the leather up against your ass.

“You know I don’t like doing this stuff, sweetness.” Ethan sighs. “But you need to be disciplined.”

And then the belt is cracking down. You cry when it hits your skin, tears welling in your eyes, but Ethan just chuckles dryly.

“Don’t cry on me now. You asked for this.”

You sniffle. “Sorry, sir.”

Ethan rolls his eyes, and spanks you again. It’s harder than the first, and it fucking hurts.

But of course, that doesn’t stop you from being extremely turned on. Your legs are shaking, your tight little cunt begging for release. But you know it probably won’t come, not for the rest of the night or tomorrow. Another one of Ethan’s forms of harsh punishment; he doesn’t like other men being around you except for Chad, and he has little patience. You knew this, of course. You don’t know why you do this to yourself.

The second hit. Your body practically flattens itself to the seat, your ass clenching to prevent the harsh sting of the belt. You try to crawl away from the painful hits, but Ethan notices, and inhales sharply through his teeth.

“Don’t do that,” he grunts. He grabs your legs and pulls you back to him roughly, and you mewl. “You’re gonna sit and take it like your supposed to, like a good fuckin’ girl. Jesus, it’s like you’re begging to get hurt. It’s pathetic.”

You shakily exhale, relaxing your body as much as you can, and the belt comes down for a third time. You sob, tears streaming messily down your flushed cheeks. Your mascara is smeared, lipstick worn off and staining the edges of your mouth. Chad watches your beautiful form next to him, his cock now in his hand as he strokes himself. Normally when you cry he’s concerned; but now, knowing that the pain brings you carnal pleasure, he wants nothing more than to shove his hot prick inside you.

You lift your head up to look at Chad, watch him touch himself and leak all over his own hand. “C’mon, sweet girl,” he murmurs “Just two more…”

“And then you’ll both fuck me?” You look into his eyes with a hazy, exited gaze. He smiles.

“Yeah, baby. Then we’ll fuck you.” He looks back at Ethan, and the boy nods.

“Give Ethan a kiss, honey. Thank him for punishing you.”

You bite your lip, hesitant. You turn around to look at him, and he smiles for the first time that night. You grin, moving your abused body up to press a kiss to his lips. The boy’s hand wraps around your throat to hold you upright, his mouth moving against yours in tandem. But only for a moment, before he pulls away.

“Thank you for punishing me, sir.” you murmur. Ethan strokes the expanse of your neck as he holds you up.

“You’re welcome, angel. Now lay back down, okay?”

You nod, bringing your body back down. He begins to give you directions, ways to position your body so Chad can see more of you and make himself feel good.

“Lift that pretty ass up… yeah, you sweet little whore. Just like that. Show Chad how slutty you are.”

You whine, pressing yourself against Ethan’s hips, feeling his hard cock poking through, as you lift your ass up.

And then he spanks you with the belt again, and more tears begin to flow. And finally, when you’re on the last hit, welts are running along your ass and thighs. You collapse in relief that it’s over. The fact that no one has stopped to see what’s going on is a mystery to you, but you aren’t complaining.

Chad moves onto his knees, his hard cock in front of you. He grabs your hair to lift you back up, and you moan. He shoves his cock into your open, awaiting mouth. You choke, your throat keening under the pressure of his fat dick. Ethan positions himself behind you, and you gasp when you feel his now naked cock pressing against your warm heat. He spreads your pussy lips apart and pushes in, filling you to the brim.

You cry out around Chad’s cock, and he mutters a small ‘son of a bitch!’ before beginning to shallowly fuck your throat.

Ethan begins to fuck you hard and rough, hands gripping your ass as he thrusts into you. He feels so hot, so good inside you, and he laughs when you try to pull yourself towards him.

“Poor baby. You just love being a little cock sleeve, huh?” Ethan spreads your cheeks apart, spitting down onto your other hole. He shoves a finger in, and you mewl. “Can’t even hold yourself up right now, and you think that that frat boy can fuck you better than us? God, you really are an airhead.”

Your cheeks heat at the degradation. The sound of both Chad and Ethan’s hips hitting your skin is loud inside the car, and your juices drip down your thighs as Ethan adds another finger to your tight ass. Chad thrusts into your mouth deeply one last time, before pulling off. You gasp for air, chest heaving, and your mouth hovers over Chad’s waist. Ethan’s thrusts begin to slow. His hips stutter, and you know he’s close.

“C’mon, Eth,” you beg, fucking your ass back onto him. He moans. “Don’t you want to cum inside my pussy? Wan’ your cum, sir, wan’ it so bad-”

“Fuck!” He groans, his cock finally spilling inside your tight heat. Your eyes roll back at the warmth, and Ethan rests himself on top of you. Your cunt is throbbing, finally getting the hot cum that it’s been aching for the entire night. Ethan rests for a moment, trying to calm his racing heartbeat.

“Gonna let me fuck her, man? Or are you gonna keep her all to yourself?” Chad teases to the boy , and he rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“Yeah, Jesus. Let me pull out.”

And when he does, he grabs you by your shoulders and spins you around. Your pussy faces Chad now, and he uses his fingers to gather the sticky cum dripping out of your opening to soak his cock. Ethan’s dick jumps at that, and he can feel himself getting hard again. His stamina is honestly scary, but it makes for good fucking at the end of the day.

You whimper when you see that he’s hard again. Chad pushes into you, the sound of Ethan’s cum inside of you making a loud wet sound. You clench around him, and the boy grits his teeth to stop from orgasming too soon. He lifts his shirt up and holds it with his teeth, watches your ass bounce as he fucks you and Ethan’s white cum create a thick ring around his dick. He brings his hands down to grip the red welts on your ass tightly. You cry out in pain, but it only spurs him on.

Ethan rubs his tip against your lips, and laughs.

“I’m gonna cum all over this slutty little face. God, you’re gonna be covered, baby. If this doesn’t get you pregnant, I don’t know what will.”

You moan, lips coming up to kiss the tip of his cock.

Ethan grins. “You like that, you sweet dumb thing? Wanna make me and Chad a daddy?”

“Yes! Please, please fill me up!”

Chad huffs, face on fire, and you clench down on him. He makes a low animalistic sound in his throat as he orgasms, his cum filling you up just like Ethan’s did. You clench, wanting to keep him cock inside for warmth. And he does just that, cock warming you as Ethan begins to touch himself in front of your face. You stick out your tongue, waiting for his load to land on it. It doesn’t take long before he’s creaming all over your tongue, face, and neck.

“Good little bitch. Take daddy’s cum. Yeah, that’s it. Filled the fuck up, aren’t you?”

You nod, trying not to giggle as your mouth stays open. Ethan lifts your chin up so he can examine his handiwork.

“Good girl. Now swallow.”

You obey, swallowing him down. He takes his fingers and scoops up some of the cum on your neck and feeds it to you, and you take it eagerly. Behind you, Chad finally pulls out, and tuts when he sees that his seed is dripping out.

“Can’t have any of that slipping out, sweet girl. Think you can hold it in with your fingers until we get home?”

“Yes, sir.”

And you do just that. As they fix your clothes and buckle you back up, you keep your fingers inside yourself obediently. Ethan keeps you company in the backseat as Chad drives once again, one hand kneading your tits and the other pressing kisses to your collarbones.

“You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you.”

“Proud enough to let me cum?” You whisper. Your eyes are hopeful, and he sighs.

“Fine, but just this once.”

And then he’s rubbing your clit in slow circles, and you’re tilting your head back in ecstasy.

[therapycat21]

All Right Now Part 2

Travis Kelce x Famous!Reader Description:The reader catches the eye of famous footballer Travis.

Warnings: None Social Media AU

It’s been a week since the incident at Arrowhead and Travis is still actively liking my posts but has not reached out yet. I'm taken from my thoughts by an incoming call from my manager Stacy.

“Hey y/n” she smiles brightly into the screen at me “hey, whats going on?” I ask her “they just had a major cancellation for the arrowhead stadium and need someone who can quickly put something together, they reached out so I thought I would check with you to see if you are comfortable doing this last minute?” I haven't done a concert in a while so why not I thought “yeah I can figure something out, when is it?” I ask her smiling.

“It’s gonna be this Saturday” she let’s me know before we talked a bit more before hanging up. I then open Instagram to start making a post to announce it to the fans.

Not even a second after posting it went viral and started to trend on twitter. I then get a notification

Killatrav added your post to their story!

I clicked on the notification to see he did indeed add my post to his story with the caption. "Tickets have been bought ;)" I blush before liking the story and decided to look through his account, it only consists of ads, and funny clips from a podcast he has with Jason, and pictures of him dressed really nice. I decided to like his recent posts and click my phone off before I do anymore damage. I guess I'm performing at the stadium now. I smile before I rush off into contacting everyone for the concert.

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Saturday Morning

The day is finally here, I've been up since 5 am getting myself together to head over to the stadium for the show tonight, trying to remember the setlist and dance moves. Stacy knocks on the room door in the stadium "everything is all set, you ready?" she questions knowing I can get really bad nerves before a show. I smile, it reaching my eyes for the first time in a long time "surprisingly I am"

I laugh “okay good, I’m gonna go and head to my seat, you’re gonna do amazing” she tells me before reaching to open the door. Before she leaves she quickly lets me know “oh by the way, kylie, Jason, and Travis are here in the V.I.P box.” she smirks at me before finally closing the door. My face formed into shock knowing they actually came, especially Travis, I take a deep breath and try to calm my nerves

“You’re gonna do amazing”

“You always kill it”

“You've worked hard to get here”

I keep telling myself the three before I’m interrupted by the door opening and them letting me know it is time for me to start heading to the stage.

I quickly start to head over to the stage and see all of the dancers starting to get into position, I can hear the crowd starting to scream from the lights starting to move, I’m then handed my microphone and decide to talk to them before they can see me

“let’s talk some nonsense yall”

I hear the crowd scream even louder before I’m finally revealed. I smile brightly “hello my loves” I laugh before the intro to my son nonsense comes on. Every time I sing this song I always make up a new outro depending on the state I’m in. We’re now near the end of the song, and they turn the music down slightly so we can hear the fans better

“How quickly can you take your clothes off pop quiz” I smirk slightly before turning to where I see Travis staring at me smirking “raise your hand if you’re a little tipsy, sex with me is like joining the swim team, Travis is my favorite Kansas City” I blush profusely from him breaking out into laughter and seeing the blush rise on his face. The crowd screams even louder now knowing he’s there.

I see the crowd now facing up where the Kelce family is and taking pictures and videos. I laugh loudly into the mic before transitioning into the next song.

I can feel his eyes on me the entire show and for some reason my confidence was skyrocketing tonight and I didn’t hide that I was looking back at him with the best sultry look I could muster up. The show is now ending and the stage goes black before soft pink hues go through the stadium and the back screen lighting up with my new album announcement.

I hear the crowd scream even louder before saying my goodbyes and running off stage.

I reach the back where Stacy and Brittany are and take a few deep breaths, trying to calm my adrenaline "you were absolutely amazing, oh my god you killed it" Brittany says running up and pulling me into a hug. I hug her back before I'm pulled into another hug by Stacy "You did so good girl!" I thank them both before we're interrupted by security.

"Miss y/n? there is a Kylie Kelce here wanting to see you, she says she's your friend?" I smile brightly at the security guard Jared "oh yes please bring her and the family back please." Jared gives me a brief nod before walking away to allow them in.

"you know that means Travis is gonna come back too right?" I can hear the smirk on Brit's face, I give her a look "yes I know, but for some reason tonight I am feeling good and confident, that has not happened in a long time especially towards a man." I reply with a teasing smile.

We’re interrupted by the door opening and Kylie slightly jogging to me with both girls with her.

When she gets close by we pull each other into a hug with the two girls trying to hug my waist. I let her go then bending down to pull both girls into a hug “hello my pretty mama’s ” I kiss both of their heads before letting go and standing straight to also greet Jason “you were absolutely amazing mama” Jason tells me pulling me into a deep hug, he is literally a bear. He lets me go, walking around to sit with kylie and the kids. 

I’m then faced with a smirking Travis “I liked the shout-out” he tells me, I smile bright but with a giant blush rushing through my face “I thought you would” I smirk back at him.

He looks over at the others before moving slightly into more of my space, me having to look up pretty far to see his face “if you want I can show you how much of your favorite I can be” he almost whispers to me with him leaning slightly down with a giant smirk. If I thought I was blushing a lot before it is even worse now. I try to calm myself before replying “I bet you could” I try to whisper back, looking up at him smirking.

“So tomorrow night at 6:30?” he asks smiling “pick you up?”

I look back slightly at Brittany, her giving me a giant teasing smile and a thumbs up, I turn back 

“Definitely” I smile bright.

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[mymoodwriting]

Request for Anon (Vampire Felix) 5.3k, yandere, vampires, stalking, creep, kidnapping, trespassing, breaking and entering, non-con, dub-con, smut, blood, biting, pussy licking, penetration, implied somnophilia, fingering, cream pie, manipulation, mind control, pheromones, aphrodisiac (@starillusion13)

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you… uh… what’s your name again?”

“Felix.”

“Right, sorry. You don’t look that familiar to me.”

“It’s okay. I mostly hang around in the back of the classroom.”

“Ah, that explains it.”

“Since we’re partners for the final, what do you want to do?”

“Well, do you want to go to the library to discuss the project?”

“I actually have an idea for it.”

“Really? Let’s hear it then.”

“Since we’re supposed to pick a theme, I was thinking vision.”

“Vision?”

“A lot of times photography is about capturing a moment, but what if we create one instead. You could think of some sort of vision you have in mind, and we can go around the city trying to recreate it. That way we can capture multiple ideas under one theme.”

“Hm. I kinda like that.”

“Yeah? I was thinking you could be the model, since it’s your visions we’re gonna bring to life.”

“Me? I don’t know, I’m usually behind the camera.”

“Then this is a great opportunity to try something new. I’ll capture you in the beautifulest of portraits.”

“Alright. I’ll think about it, but I like the theme of vision.”

“Cool. I do have some prior engagements, so why don’t we meet up tomorrow in the courtyard.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“See you then.”

School was always gonna be a challenge with a photography major, but you wanted to pursue your passions and were fortunate enough to do so. You had been told to partner up for the final project, which would be a whole exhibition on a topic of your choosing that demonstrates the things you’ve learned in class. You liked Felix’s idea, so that night you began thinking of ideas, knowing this was also a great opportunity to explore the city. Before knocking out you made an outline for the project, feeling proud, and eager to show Felix the next day.

🖤

“Over here!”

When you got to the courtyard you began looking around for Felix, but he spotted you first and called you over. You had brought your notes from the other day, ready to brainstorm for the project.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long.”

“I just got here a minute ago. So, did you think about my suggestion?”

“Yes, and I got some ideas.”

The two of you went over your notes, and reworked everything to fit the theme. You began outlining the type of shots you wanted to get, and where to go. Some were definitely gonna be left blank as you might just find a good place while walking around the city.

“You’re gonna model for all these, right?”

“I… I could do a few. This is our project, you should be photographed as well.”

“I much prefer being behind the camera to capture such precious moments. Let’s just start with you as the model and see how you feel, okay?”

“We can do that.”

You agreed on the date and where to meet, making sure you both still had time for other assignments. You were really looking forward to the big day. You had gone out into the city to take pictures before, but this would be your first photography outing with someone else. It was going to be a whole new experience. On the day you and Felix met up on campus before setting out into the city. You thought it best to take public transportation to really immerse yourself in the city and see what it had to offer. Felix was already taking pictures though, glancing out the window, and pointing the lens at you.

“Felix, cut it out. We’re not even at our shooting location.”

“Yeah, but these kinds of shots are gold. If you don’t mind.”

“I have to look at them first before you decide to keep anything.”

“Deal.”

You had your itinerary to follow, but were open to spontaneous shots if the situation arised.  You took some pictures at well known tourist locations, as well as landmarks. A few places caught your attention and you made some stops along the way. 

“Hey, why don’t we stop to get a drink. I know a good place around here.”

“Sure.”

Felix led you over to this drink cafe nearby, and you were so surprised to see it too. This place was one of your favorite places, and you couldn’t hide your excitement.

“What a coincidence.”

“I knew you’d like it.” Felix commented. “Drinks on me.”

You couldn’t really argue with him as he kept you away from the cashier so he could pay. You both hung around the cafe to enjoy your drinks and get some rest. You looked at the pictures you had taken so far, liking the vibes. It made you a bit shy as well, being the model in the photos. Felix did such a good job to capture you in such a beautiful way, it was hard to believe that was you in the pictures.

“You’re a really good photographer.”

“I’ve had a lot of practice.”

“So, what’s your plan for the future? Open up a studio?”

“I’m not so sure. What I really want to do is keep photographing the things I like. That would be enough for me.”

“Oh, you could be some exclusive photographer who only takes pictures if he likes what he sees. People would pay a lot of money for someone like that.”

“I already do that, although I am curious how much people would pay.”

“Lots. Your portfolio must look incredible.”

“I could show you after this. My loft isn’t far from campus.”

“I didn’t know you had your own place.”

“It’s been my home for a while now. A great view, quiet neighbors, and plenty of space for my work. You’re more than welcome to come over.”

“Sounds like fun.”

Once you finished up you were back on the road, continuing with your plan. By then you felt more confident and comfortable in front of the lens. Felix also played a big part in making you feel less nervous, treating you like a professional and giving you directions and compliments. You found yourself smiling so wide for the pictures, genuinely enjoying yourself. Around lunchtime Felix suggested a place, and to your surprise it was a restaurant you had been to back in your freshman year. You hadn’t had a chance to return despite wanting to, and it seemed that today would be that day.

“The food was so good the last time I was here. I hope it still is.”

“I’m sure it is.”

“How’d you know about this place anyway?”

“I stumbled upon it while wandering the city following my heart.”

“Poetic.”

“Thanks.”

“But we are gonna go half on the bill, at least, since I doubt you’d let this be my treat.”

“I’ll allow half.”

“Good.”

The food was as delicious as before, and it just made the day all the more enjoyable. The last few stops for the evening would be a bit more challenging as you were running out of daylight, and some places wouldn’t give such good results so late at night. You agreed to try to finish up another day, but what you had so far was pretty good and you could make it work for your project. Since you were pretty much done for the day you went to Felix’s loft, quite excited to see his place.

He lived on one of the top floors of the , and as soon as he opened the door you felt more like you were walking into his work studio. He had pictures all over the place, and it seemed that he painted as well. It was hard to deny his talent and you couldn’t believe he wasn’t already working and building his career.

“Felix… how haven’t you gotten an internship at least, all this work is amazing!”

“I like what I do, and I’m not so sure I want to listen to someone else order me around in regards to my work.”

“I get that. I’m not entirely eager to get told how to take my pictures.”

“Since you’re here, how about we order dinner? Campus isn’t that far as you know, so I can walk you back later.”

“Sure. That sounds awesome.”

“Cool. Now, I do know I brought you here to see my portfolio, this isn’t really it, so just give me a moment so-” Felix’s phone suddenly began ringing. “Oh, I gotta take this. I’ll be right back after this call with that portfolio. Feel free to look around.”

“Thanks.”

You walked around the loft, taking in all of the different pictures and pieces of art. You were left in such awe, wondering how someone this talented was still a student. While browsing you notice a light over a door. Curiosity got the best of you and you went over to investigate. The door itself was different and it felt oddly familiar, then it hit you. This was a darkroom. Some of the pictures you had seen were film, but it was cool to see Felix could develop his pictures at home. When he got back you’d certainly ask to go inside. Before going back to the main area you noticed a table in the hall, and what seemed to be a photo album on top of it.

The color on the binding was your favorite and you were curious to see what kind of pictures Felix had stored in an album. You picked it up and opened it up to a random page. Your previous calm and intrigue quickly melted away, replaced with confusion. The pictures staring back at you were like a reflection. Every picture was of you, and you weren’t looking into the lens, meaning they had been taken without your knowledge. Some of the pictures you couldn’t really recognize as they were so mundane. Images of you studying in the school library, standing in line to order, side profiles of you in class. There were just so many, and when you came across a certain one you froze.

The picture you stared at was of you at senior prom, dancing with your friends as you didn’t really have a date. You were so happy and blissfully unaware that someone had been watching you. That image really let you know how long you had been under surveillance. You were an upperclassman in uni now, and all along someone had been following you. At the moment you began to feel sick, but what you really needed to do was run. You dropped the album and ran back over to the door, getting your bag and fumbling to get your shoes on. The sound of your heart pounding was filling your ears, and tears were blurring your vision. You were so scared.

“Y/n.”

Felix suddenly appeared, grabbing your arm and pulling you to face him. You screamed and shoved him back. He looked genuinely confused and worried which freaked you out all the more. Before he could say more you scrambled to get the pepper spray from your bag and blast Felix with it. He yelled and stumbled back, giving you the chance to escape. You kept the pepper spray in hand as you made your way down to the ground floor, desperately hailing a cab to get you out of there. Once inside you blurted out to be taken to the airport, starting to calm down as the vehicle began moving.

You were processing for a long while, forgetting your situation until the cab driver asked if you were going to pick someone up or were getting on a flight. Your head wasn’t clear, but you could at least think better. You apologized to the cab driver and asked them to take you back to campus, telling them you had drank too much. They seemed confused but made no other comment. Thankfully it wasn’t that late when you got back to campus, other students were still around but you paid them no mind. You hurried back to your dorm and were relieved once back in your own bed. Your roommate had a late class, so for the moment you were all alone.

Now you could let everything process and settle in. You rushed to the bathroom and threw up. The few pictures you saw flashed through your eyes, making you very aware of the lack of privacy you truly had. Despite being fully clothed you felt naked, and you started to wonder if you were even safe in your own dorm. In a bit of a panic you looked all over your room, searching for potential hidden cameras. You even went on the internet to find out ways of discovering hidden cameras, but you seemed to be in the clear. For the time being you could breathe easy, but you started to realize what came next. You needed to report this to the police. That guy had so many pictures of you, and who knew what else.

You waited for your roommate to get back, not wanting to go to the police station alone. They didn’t have all the details, but they understood you were scared. The two of you made your way to the police station, making a report. Unfortunately they couldn’t do much given that you weren’t hurt in any way, physically that is. Also, the only evidence was your word, and the police couldn’t get a warrant to search his place without a real cause. Misu was about to start arguing but you held her back, knowing there wasn’t a point. At the moment the police couldn’t do anything, not even a restraining order.

You left the station, feeling worse than before. Even though you were falling apart again Misu had the resolve for the both of you. For starters she wanted to go to your photography class professor, hoping to get you two separated for the final project. It was getting late, so you knew there was a chance the professor would be gone, but to your surprise they were still around. They knew you, but not Misu since she wasn’t a photography major. Still, your friend was quick to speak on your behalf, explaining the situation to the best of her ability, only to be hit with a confusing statement.

“I’m sorry, who’s Felix?”

“Huh? Her partner for-”

“Y/n is doing the final on her own. That’s what you asked of me, remember?”

“I… no… no you assigned partners for everyone, and I was placed with Felix…”

“There isn’t a Felix in your class, and partners were optional. Not everyone is partnered up with someone for the final. Are you alright?”

“I… uh…”

“Let’s go.” Misu stated. “Have a good night.”

You were still stuck in your own head as Misu led you outside the office. They were just as confused as you, but mostly worried. You weren’t lying about this guy you had spent a whole day with. She knew about Felix, but there seemed to be more.

“Okay, a lot happened today, so how about we get back to the dorm and rest. We can figure out more tomorrow.”

“I’m not lying…”

“I know, but we both need time to process. Let’s go, and we can figure out a new plan once our head’s on straight.”

“Okay…”

You got back to the dorm, Misu hoping into the shower. You curled up on your bed, trying to figure out what was going on with you. The day had started off so well, and now you were so lost. A knock at the door pulled you back to reality, probably a dormmate needing to borrow something. You didn’t think twice about opening the door, and that was your mistake.

“Y/n, are you okay!?”

Felix was suddenly pushing his way into your room, taking your head in his hands, looking you up and down with big worried eyes. You were frozen in fear, unable to react. A part of you thought maybe you were imagining things, cause this just wasn’t possible.

“I was so scared something might have happened to you when you ran out like that.”

“… you… you… let go!”

After a moment you managed to snap yourself out of your daze, pulling yourself out of Felix’s grasp, but it was only for a moment. He was quick to grab your shoulders and hold you in place, still giving you those worried eyes.

“Why’d you just storm out like that? I-”

“Let go, you psycho! I saw the photo album! You have all those pictures of me! Stalker!”

“Oh… you saw that…”

“I don’t know how you found me but you need to leave!”

You had tears running down your cheeks, your heart once again pounding in your chest. You had no idea what Felix was capable of, yet you had the strength to be brave and stand up for yourself. Although you weren’t alone. A moment later Misu stepped out of the bathroom. She didn’t need any information. This was a female dorm, so any guy around was bad news, and she could see you weren’t okay.

“Get out!”

“Sleep.”

You saw a flash of red in Felix’s eyes as he looked at Misu, and then she collapsed to the ground. Chills ran down your spine, and Felix’s attention slowly returned to you. 

“… what… what are you…”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to find out this way. I thought I could do this for a few more years.” Felix took your head in his hands once more. “That I could just watch you from afar, admire your beauty and see you live your life, but today… it was so wonderful being with you… and it makes me all the more afraid to leave you out in the world… it’s not safe and I’m the only one who can protect you.”

“… no… no you… you’re crazy…”

“Sh, sh, I know you must be so confused, but everything is going to be okay, just… just let me have this… let me have you… I’ll take care of everything.”

“I… I…”

You didn’t get much time to respond before Felix’s lips were pressed against yours, pulling you close into a deeper kiss. It felt needy and desperate, as if he had been holding back for so long and was finally letting go. When he pulled away for air you pushed him back, getting out of his grasp. You wiped the taste of him off your lips, your mind racing with thoughts you couldn’t comprehend.

“… get out… please… just…”

“I can’t just leave you alone anymore.”

In the blink of an eye you were pinned to the wall, Felix staring you down with red glowing eyes. A scream creeped up your throat, but Felix was quick to die it down by kissing you once more. This time he was more needy, holding you tightly and practically trying to eat you. A moan escaped your lips, and you mentally cursed yourself out for enjoying this. He was a creep, your stalker, and this wasn’t right. You tried to push him off, but he didn’t budge at all.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long. I want to be the one to deflower you. I feared you’d be ruined your prom night, but no one was brave enough to try. I might have lost my mind if someone did this before me. Thank you for waiting.”

“Felix-”

“I won’t hurt you, I never could.” Felix smiled at you. “Let me have a taste.”

For a moment you saw a flash of fangs. You couldn’t process that fast enough before they had dug into your neck. Your eyes went wide from the shock, feeling the sting of skin breaking. You thought you’d yell, but instead another moan slipped from your lips. A warm and pleasurable sensation began to spread across your body, pulling you under. When Felix pulled away you could vaguely make out the red on his lips.

“You taste divine. So delicious.”

A part of you knew this wasn’t good, but you could do little to fight the exhaustion creeping up. You weakly grabbed Felix’s arms, but it was hard to keep your eyes open. It wasn’t long before darkness took hold and swallowed you whole.

🖤

You began to regain consciousness with a whimper, feeling something heavy on top of your body. As you opened your eyes you saw that you didn’t recognize the room you were in, but that was the least of your problems. You felt cold, starting to realize you were completely naked, and that heaviness on top of you was another person. Felix was on top of you, kissing at your bare chest. You shivered as he ran his fangs along your stomach. Then red eyes slowly looked up at you, making you grow fearful.

“You’re awake… sorry about before… I drank more than I meant to.” Felix began crawling up towards you. “But you just tasted so good. It’s okay now, we’re home, and I’m going to show you just how good I can make you feel.”

“Felix… what… what are-”

“Sh, just enjoy it, you deserve nothing less than perfection.”

You couldn’t move as Felix was fully on top of you, staring you down with those red eyes, fangs out and present. You thought you were dreaming before, but reality was staring you right in the face. He was a vampire, and you had no idea what else he was capable of. He was aware that you were nervous, scared, but he intended to melt that all away. He leaned down to kiss you, softly this time, and you could feel his fangs right against your lips. You tried to move away, but that just ended with you cutting your lip on his fangs. You yelped, and Felix quickly stopped. He grabbed your chin, holding you still as he licked the drop of blood blossoming from your lips, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Even from a distance your blood always drove me insane. To taste it now… such sweet bliss.”

Felix kissing you now was strange as you got a taste of your own blood from him, but he didn’t stay on your lips for long. He began leaving bloody kisses down your chest, making you shiver. His hands trailed down your sides, getting to your thighs and massaging them before pushing your legs apart. You yelped, trying to close your legs, but he kept them open.

“Easy, I won’t bite down there. I just want to taste everything.”

A smirk adorned his lips when your eyes met before he buried his face in your center. You threw your head back as you felt his tongue between your folds, the wet and slimy sensation making your face burn. He seemed to know what he was doing, teasing you slowly and softly, sucking on your clit and giving it a little nibble. Your whole body was growing hot, and you felt nervous in an exciting way. He was right about you being a virgin. No one ever really asked you out, and you weren’t exactly looking for a one night stand. So this was all new to you, and you had no other point of reference, so it all felt incredible.

You were getting lost in the feeling, starting to forget about the other things going on. Felix’s lips moved up, getting back to your stomach. He was covered in your slick, leaving slimy kisses on your body. Soon you felt fingers teasing you down there, making you shiver. You wanted to say something, perhaps get him to stop, but you didn’t want him to, not really. It all felt so nice and you wanted to see it to the end. Felix loomed over you as his fingers started working you over, watching you smile, seeing that you were enjoying yourself. He couldn’t help himself while watching, diving down into the crook of your neck to bite you. No blood drinking, but just to pump you full of pheromones and add to the experience.

A mewl escaped your lips as your eyes went wide, feeling this added sensation course through you. It set a fire along your skin, and any touch just created sparks. You started begging, wanting something you couldn’t really comprehend, but Felix knew what it was. He pressed his lips to yours, letting you get a taste of yourself. While you were distracted he pulled away his fingers, wrapping your legs around his waist as he guided himself into you. A loud moan came from your lips as you felt yourself getting stretched open. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your mouth hung open. It hurt for a moment before you started to get used to the feeling. Felix’s hot breath was against your ear, the whimpers and moans, along with his words of joy over being the one to make you feel so good.

He couldn’t resist, and started moving inside you, seeing you take everything so well. You were a shaking mess beneath him, clearly experiencing this for the first time. It just motivated him all the more to keep going, wanting to see you completely fall apart. He kept a steady rhythm at first, wanting to drag this out for as long as he could, but his own desires would soon override him. He wanted to turn you into a babbling mess of pleasure as his thrust got harder, rubbing against your sweet spot every time. Of course he couldn’t resist his own temptation and bit you once more, drinking your blood and pumping you full of pheromones. It was all so overwhelming you swear you saw white in the moment.

“F… Felix…”

“It’s okay, I got you, just feel it.”

Felix stole another kiss from you, ultimately pushing you over the edge as you couldn’t possibly hold back anymore. You moaned into the kiss, shaking under him as he kept moving, taking advantage of your sensitive state and wanting to make this pleasurable feeling last as long as possible. It was sweet torture as these sparks of euphoria coursed through, clouding your judgment and just making you crave more. Felix was the same. Even as you came down from your high he wanted to do it again and again. To make you melt in his embrace and love him the same way he has always wanted you.

There was no time to rest for you as Felix kept going, working you over to another orgasm before you knew it. He had so much strength and stamina you couldn’t possibly keep up with him, but you didn’t want him to stop. He knew your feelings well, holding back until he couldn’t anymore and spilling his seed inside you. The way you sucked him in and held him let him know everything. You were here with him, and you were doing so well. He was far from done, and you couldn’t take much more of it, but everything would be alright in the end. You knew that, even in your semi conscious state. Felix was gonna make you feel pleasure like never before, like no one else could ever give you.

🖤

You had no idea when you had passed out, but waking in the morning told you everything. Your body was sore, and you could barely move. You had a stiff pain in your neck, but there wasn’t much you could do. After a moment you realized you were alone, and in a vaguely familiar room. Memories of last night began to surface and you felt your face burn from embarrassment. None of this was okay, and you needed to get away from this place. You mustered up the strength to sit up, but that was about it. A moment later you fell back onto the pillow, too exhausted to do anything.

“You’re up.”

You heard the door open and Felix walked in with a tray in hand. He seemed perfectly fine, quite beautiful in fact. His smile was so bright and he sat at your bedside, placing the tray on the nightstand. He gently caressed your cheeks, looking at you with such love. You knew what he really was, but you couldn’t do much to escape him at the moment.

“You must be exhausted, but it’s okay, you can just stay in bed today.”

“Felix… what… where am I…?”

“This? It’s your room. I’ve had it prepared for a while now, and I’m happy you’re finally here. I filled the closet with clothes that would suit you, and this all seems to be your taste. Do let me know if you need anything else.”

“I… I want to go home… I need to go home…”

“No, no, you need to stay here where you’re safe, where I can properly look after you. I can’t let anyone hurt you.”

“The only one who’s done that is you.”

“I didn’t hurt you. We had fun last night, and I’m here to take care of you now.”

You weren’t really sure what he meant, but Felix helped you sit up, resting your back against the headboard. He helped you drink some water and cranberry juice, then began to apply some ointments over your skin. You couldn’t move away from him as your body didn’t have the strength. His touch was gentle though, and he held you with such care.

“… why… why are you doing this… why me…?”

“Hm… I just saw you one day, and you caught my eye. I had to know more about you, and one thing just led to another. It was like bird watching. You find something so beautiful and you just want to watch it, see what it does with its life.”

“… how long… how long have you been watching me?”

“Just a few years. I was so excited when you chose to go out of state for college. I would get to see you in a whole new environment. Although I had forgotten how awful the real world could be. The last thing I wanted to see was your suffering. I wanted to intervene but that would ruin your beauty. I really thought I could just sit back and watch… but everyday the temptation grew greater… I always wanted to meet you, but later in your life… at least that was the plan.” Felix chuckled. “I really couldn’t help myself anymore. Your pictures weren’t enough, seeing you from a distance wasn’t enough. I got closer and closer until I couldn’t hold back anymore. This final project seemed like the perfect time to introduce myself but being at your side… you were so mesmerizing, I didn’t want to let you go. I don’t want the world to hurt you, I won’t let it, so I’m going to keep you safe, you can trust me.”

“No, no, Felix this is wrong. Everything you’ve said-”

“Sh, sh, sh, I know it’s a lot to take in at once, but you’ll understand in time. I must do this to preserve your beauty, your innocence. I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

“Felix, please.”

“It’s okay. You’ll come around eventually, and I have all the time in the world.”

Felix smiled brightly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You had more to say, still freaking out on the inside, but a wave of red light seemed to calm you down. In fact it was making you feel tired, and your eyelids began to grow heavy. You didn’t want to fall asleep, but it was out of your control now. Felix tucked you back into bed, gently caressing your face, and placing another kiss on your head.

“Sweet dreams, my beautiful flower.”

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Includes some bad French and Italian - English translations at the end

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You looked out the window as the helicopter flew over to Monaco, the sky was grey and the city seemed unusually quiet. Your father had bought you your apartment as a present for your championship win - buying gifts was his way of showing his love, that he was proud. Because he didn’t know any other way to. The NDA about your job had caused some tension in your family but you were never close enough with them to be that bothered by it. Now, more than ever, you could afford to pay for your own lifestyle.

Usually during break you’d disappear back to your home-base, hide away from the world for a while and be ‘normal’. Well, as normal as the youngest 2 time faceless WDC could be.

But what you were about to do was anything but normal. As you touched down on the helipad, you could see Charles lent against his car in the distance - a soft smile tugged at your lips when you saw the bouquet he was holding. Damn, he was good at this fake dating thing. You crossed the tarmac after stepping off of the helicopter, heart fluttering a little when Charles’ face lit up at the sight of you. Gosh, he’s pretty.

“Those for me? You shouldn’t have.” You smiled softly, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. His free hand found a spot on your waist, kissing each of your cheeks.

He chuckled, passing them to you. “Can’t meet my girl without flowers now, can I? What kind of boyfriend would that make me?”

You gave him a hug, relaxing into his hold as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head - the PDA should have felt weird, but it felt scarily comfortable. The driver stepped away to open the passenger door for you, hand on the small of your back as you climbed in. Charles took a glance around and saw an older gentleman watching you both, almost as if he was trying to place you both. He simply gave him a nod and slid into the driver's seat.

There was a moment of silence before he spoke up, his eyes on the road. “Please let me know if I cross a line with the PDA stuff.”

“I will, but I can’t see that happening.” You smiled sweetly, giving his thigh a gentle squeeze. “I feel so comfortable around you, Charles.”

“So…” He smiled at some people as they crossed the road in front of you. “If I needed to kiss you..?”

Your cheeks flushed that same soft pink that he loved so much. “Got to make it believable, right?”

The two of you looked away from each other simultaneously, you hid your smile behind your hand as you looked out the car. You raised a brow as Charles drove past your street and kept driving.

“Uhm? You missed my flat.”

“Thought we could have a cute homemade pasta date… you know, for instagram.”

You giggled softly, the sound making Charles’ heart flutter. He knew it was part of the contract, but he couldn’t believe that you were really here with him right now.

“Oh yeah, for instagram.” You teased, taking in the sights as you continued your drive through the city - you pulled your sunglasses over your face, mostly to protect your eyes from the sun threatening to escape from behind the clouds but you were still trying to keep your identity a little mysterious. Leave people guessing who was in Charles’ car for a moment longer.

Charles pulled into the parking lot for his apartment, resting one hand behind your headrest as he reversed into his spot. “Let’s get you fed.”

“When did you have time to go pasta ingredient shopping anyway?” You asked, taking his hand as he helped you out of the car. “And hey, no one can see us, you don’t have to be all couple-y with me when we’re alone if you don’t want to.”

“I’ve been here a couple hours.” He hummed, draping an arm across your shoulder as you smelled the bouquet. “And I know, but you’re still my friend. Gonna treat you right, regardless.”

You lent into his hold, letting him lead you into the elevator. “Thank you… sorry, I’m just not used to hanging out with people.”

“Well that’s gonna change from here on out. You’re gonna be so fed up with me by the end of the break.” His grin was playful. “Here’s me.”

He swiped his keycard and held the door open for you, letting you step inside. You were greeted by what you’d definitely call a bachelor pad - it was somewhere he didn’t spend a lot of time because of the race schedule so it was well kept. He helped you remove your coat and hug it up on the peg.

“Nice place.”

“Thanks, it does the job. Place to sleep, place to eat.” He shrugged, kicking off his shoes. “I’ve never really settled in though.”

You hummed. “Maybe a homemade pasta dinner will make it feel a little different?”

His lips curled up into a smile. “I hope so. It’s nice to have you here. Been a long time coming really… I-I mean like… we’ve been friends for so long it’s almost weird that-“

“Charles, chill, I get it.” You teased, nudging your hip against his before heading into the kitchen. “Ooh spacious.”

The Monaco native moved around you as he pulled ingredients from the cupboard. There was a lull in conversation as you weighed things out but the quiet was comfortable, you didn't even notice snap a photo of you making a meal of mixing the dough before he gently nudged you aside and started kneading the dough.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket and sent a quick message to the PR manager.

YN - can I post some subtle photos of Charles on my insta story? We’re making pasta

PR - Sounds perfect. Send them via me before you post pls :)

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The two of you sat around the table, enjoying your pasta with some comfortable chatter as you split a bottle of wine. You smiled softly as Charles relayed back some memories of before he knew you were Thirty.

“It was your first win of the season in 2018. You had climbed on top of your car and were waving around the Ferrari flag… you were so cool. I really wanted to be your teammate some day, I was worried you were going to retire before I got a chance.” He chuckled softly. “Little did I know, you were just a kid like me.”

“Can’t get rid of me that easily.” You smiled softly, twirling your pasta around the fork. “You know… you’ve never really told me how you actually felt about me being y’know… me.”

The driver paused for a moment, taking a sip of his wine as he thought back. He had a nostalgic, almost wistful smile on his face. “Honestly? At first I couldn’t really believe it. Not only were you a girl but like… young. I was actually so shocked.”

His eyes flickered over you as you dipped your wine before he continued speaking. “But mostly? I was so impressed. To have achieved so much you were an amazing talent and I thought it was a shame that they kept you hidden away. So many little girls could use an idol like you, y/n. Having you as my teammate has inspired me, so I can’t even fathom what it would mean to them.”

“Charles.” You said, placing a hand over your heart. “You’re going to make me cry, thank you… I’m grateful I met you. You’re such a good friend, and I’m glad - perhaps besides the circumstances - that we get to hang out more.”

The driver cheersed his glass against yours, not missing the way you’d called him a friend. He had to remind himself that this wasn’t real, as much as he wished it was. Whilst he could hold your hand and kiss you in public, behind closed doors you were simply friends. He never wanted to make you uncomfortable - he knew how frustrating it was for girls when a male friend you thought you could trust made a move. If anything were ever to happen, he wanted it to come from you.

“You’re thinking too hard.” Your voice snapped him out of his trance. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

He shook his head. “Nothing, nothing. I’ll get you home in a bit, I imagine you’ve got quite a bit to unpack?”

You groaned. “Don’t remind me. I did have the flat cleaned before I showed up but I need to order groceries… Do we have anything tomorrow?”

Charles fished his phone out of his pocket and opened up the itinerary your PR manager had sent you over, eyes flickering across the screen. “I think they’re giving us a day to settle in.”

“Perfect. Because I’m shattered.” You stretched your arms above your head, a soft yawn escaping you. “But, you’re more than welcome to join me at my place if you find yourself with nothing to do.”

“Might be your only day free of me, love. I think you’ll get bored of me.” His voice had a teasing lilt but you could tell he meant it as his eyes didn’t meet yours as he started clearing the table. “I really enjoyed this though.”

With a nod you stood up, taking your empty wine glasses through to the kitchen - Charles close behind. “I enjoyed it too. Can I maybe help more next time?”

He playfully rolled his eyes. “If you promise not to ruin my pasta noodles again… needs a gentle touch.”

“Didn’t know you were so passionate about pasta, Charles.” You laughed.

“I am not, you’re just clumsy.” The smile on his face was fond. “Pass those here. I need to rinse before I put it in the dishwasher.”

“I was expecting you to be more of a slob.”

He gasped. “Rude.”

You returned his previous eye roll and passed him the glasses, stepping away to lean against the counter as he popped the dishes in the dishwasher. It still felt so crazy that you were allowed to hang out with him now, this time two days ago the most he could do was hide away with you in your driver’s room and now you were in his home. It should’ve felt weirder than it did, but you were glad how easy this was.

“I don’t know if you remember, way before you moved to GP3, when we were like… 7 or 8 maybe? That wet race in Belgium.” He turned to face you, standing opposite you now - you were mirroring each other's stance. “Where you drove through that puddle and absolutely drowned me.”

A fond laugh escaped you. “Absolutely I do. And do you remember why I did that?”

“…No.” He lied, feigning confusion. “I have no memory of that.”

You crossed the kitchen until you stood almost directly in front of him, his eyes bore into yours and your confidence wavered for a moment. He raised a brow, the corner of his lip tugging up into a challenging smirk. “Are you going to remind me or are you just gonna stare?”

“You yanked on my hair, said that girls had cooties and I shouldn’t be allowed to race with you.” You narrowed your eyes, prodding him directly in the centre of the chest. “So I think 7 year old you fully deserved to be splashed.”

“Well, 7 year old me was very stupid.” The Monegasque hummed. “I should’ve considered myself lucky being able to drive alongside a future world champion.”

“Too right.”

His eyes flickered across your face, you could almost see the memories replaying in the bright blues as he studied you. “You know what they say about when little boys tug on little girls’ hair though, right?”

Your heart skipped a beat but before his words could really sink in, his phone rang from the counter behind him. He kept his eyes trained on your face as he reached to take it - lifting it to his ear without seeing who was calling.

“Pronto?*1” He paused. “Ah Pierre! Ça va… oui… je suis avec un ami… Oui, Pierre, elle est une fille*2.”

You held in a giggle as he rolled his eyes at his friend’s insistence of being aware of every girl that ever roamed the planet. Charles held a finger to his lips, fighting back a smile himself as Pierre continued to ramble at him down the phone.

“Bon, à demain*3.” He hung up the phone. “So, you know how we had no plans tomorrow?”

“What on earth have you signed us up for?”

He gave you an apologetic smile. “Pierre is coming over to Monaco tomorrow, wants to go out. Would be a good opportunity for you to meet some of my friends, no?”

“Fine.” You groaned, letting your forehead fall against his chest. “Just Pierre?”

“…Max and Daniel as well.”

“I hate you.”

“I know.” He chuckled, his laughter vibrated through you as he wrapped an arm around you - pulling you into him for a hug. “You’ll have a good time. They’re good guys, I promise. And because you’re my ‘girlfriend’ Pierre should behave himself.”

“I’m not sure if I should be excited or nervous.”

“It’ll be fine, I promise. I’ll order you a ride home, I’d drive but we polished off that wine.” Charles released you from his hug, smiling down at you. “I’ll swing round yours before we meet the boys tomorrow?”

You nodded. “Works for me. Just give me a rough time so I can get ready.”

After saying your goodbyes at the door, you climbed into the car and made your way back to your own flat - it was dark now, the dull grey of the sky had changed to a deep blue but the world around you remained illuminated by the bright buildings of Monaco. Your place was only 10 minutes from his, so you were home fairly quickly - making sure to tip the driver.

When you stepped into your apartment you noticed a large bouquet of flowers with an envelope tucked inside of them but you didn’t even stop to read it. Knowing it was from your father, once again too busy to make time to see you during your break from racing, instead just throwing money your way. You were grateful that his lifestyle had meant you were able to get into racing at a young age but you had paved your own way, able to fend for yourself.

Your Monaco flat wasn’t as lived in as your place back home but you had made it homely. Blankets and pictures dotted around, the soft smell of whatever candle the cleaner had used to cover the smell of cleaning solution. It wasn’t your intention to be here during the winter break but you knew it was easier for your contract with Charles.

But one thing you knew here was an old photo album from back when you were a kid. You fished through a draw and pulled it out, flipping through the pages until you found the photo of you, Charles and Max on the podium in that race in Belgium - the future Ferrari driver soaked from head to toe. You brushed your thumb over the photo before sending a picture of it to Charles.

YN - Looking a little damp here, Charles

CL - Can’t believe you still have a photo! Nice helmet hair 😘

You chuckled at his response before ticking the album back away, letting your mind wander to tomorrow. Meeting Daniel properly for the first time. Seeing Max and Pierre for the first time since you karted with them as a kid. Would they like you? Would any of them even suspect who you are? Would the younger two even remember you?

But more than anything you were just excited to get to know the people you’d worked with for so many years. You had existed in the same world for years but had never shared more than a congratulatory handshake or pat on the back. But now you were going to look them in the eyes, they were going to hear your voice.

It was just a shame they wouldn’t know who you were, they’d just think you were Charles’ new girlfriend. You just hoped that the day they learned the truth would be sooner rather than later, because until then, they would never really know the real you.

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Next part>>>

*1 ‘Ready’ - how Italians often answer the phone

*2 ‘How are you… yes… I’m with a friend… yes, Pierre, she’s a girl’

*3 ‘Good, see you tomorrow’

Hope you enjoyed ❤️❤️ thank you all for your continued support x

Mixed media won the poll so I hope you enjoyed this new layout! I may still post some edits separately but mostly they’ll be integrated into chapters like this

[harlowsbby]

Snooze

“I can’t lose when I’m with you.” - Sza

“Here you go cheating again this is why I can’t play simple games like Uno with you.” You pouted and tossed down the card games while Jack laughed.

The two of you were in New York City for the weekend, Jack had a few things to take care of but by the amount of rain all of his meetings were called off for the day which you were secretly happy about because all you wanted to do was stay inside and watch endless movies with him.

“You wanna play another board game Jack? Or do you wanna do something else.” You stated as you went ahead and put back the Uno cards.

“Whatever you wanna do baby it doesn’t matter to me.” He smiled as he leaned back into the bed his chain hanged loosely on his bare chest and his gray sweats hung loosely on his waist.

“Anything?” You smirked and his eyebrow raised in confusion. “What are you planning in that head of yours?”

“What about I give you a little makeover?” You asked him and before he could say anything you were digging through your luggage for your makeup bag.

Once you found it you sat on top of him, his hands kept your steady as you placed the makeup bag beside him before getting out your tweezers and a few pimple patches and placing them on his chest.

“What’s all this?” He asked as you held up the tweezers. “These are tweezers and I’m gonna help you shape up your eyebrows a bit they look a bit wild right now.”

His eyebrows immediately furrowed together. “Uh I don’t think so baby, I’m a man I don’t need my eyebrows all shaped up and shit what do I look like?” You pouted and crossed your arms over your chest.

“You act like I’m going to fill them in I’m just plucking a few hairs at the top that have been bugging me that’s all, I’m not shaping them or anything you’ll still be looking like a damn squirrel.” You joked and he pinched your hips making you hiss.

“What was that for?” You groaned and leaned forward so you’d be able to see the hairs you needed to pluck. “For being a smart ass.” Surprisingly he was very quiet and wasn’t moaning and groaning while you were doing his eyebrows.

“Now that we’re done with that I’m gonna apply these pimple patches to a few of your friends I’ve seen growing on your face.” He gasped.

“That wasn’t very nice babe.” You shrugged your shoulders. “Oh well you’ll be fine.”

Jack watched as you stuck your tongue out due to you concentrating. He found so much joy and comfort in doing little silly things like this with you. He never thought in a million years he’d be laid up with someone as special as you.

You’re the only person he’d allow to pluck his eyebrows even though he didn’t really enjoy it or that it made him feel manly, as long as it brought you enjoyment and entertainment he’d do it a million times more.

“There you go.” You smiled and nodded in approval at the pimple patches.

“How long do these stay on my face?” He asked you. “You keep them on overnight.” You stated and the two of you sat there in a comfortable silence for a few minutes till your stomach rumbled.

“You hungry?” Jack laughed and reached out for the menu that had everything room service had to offer. “Just a little.” You mumbled shyly.

“What do you want to eat.” You took the menu out his hands. “You wanna get chicken strips and fries?” He nodded his head. “Sounds good to me baby. What are we gonna do till it gets here?”

“I can give you a little facial? With a few of my skincare products.” He nodded his head and leaned back into the pillow as you started getting your products ready.

“I’m gonna apply this green tea mask to your skin it’s supposed to clear up pores and give you glass type skin.”

“Sounds good babe.” You gently applied the mask along his cheeks, forehead and chin. “Now I’m gonna place these little under eye ask under your eyes they help with the puffiness.”

“You’re saying I got baggy eyes now? Last time I checked people giving facials didn’t point out their clients insecurities.” He joked and you slapped his chest slightly.

“Oh just hush I’m helping you get a little 24 hour glow up you should be happy I’m not charging you any interest.” He couldn’t help but to burst into a fit of laughter.

“You’re silly baby you know that.”

“Hmm whatever.” The two of you were interrupted by a knock at the door. “Room service.”

“Jack can you get the door.” His eyes widened. “Baby I’m not going up there with all of this on my face ain’t no way.” You pouted. “All I have on is these little shorts and a tank top do you really want him to see me like this.” You stated and Jack sighed.

“Fine, you’re lucky I love you.” You giggled as he stood up and made his way towards the door.

“Room service for Jack Har-.” The guy stopped talking as he did a double take on Jack. “You’re girl?” He questioned with a slight laugh.

“What gave it away.” Jack mumbled. “The heart shaped pimple patches.” He pointed out and Jack groaned but took the food and made his way back to you.

“Heart shape pimple patches really babe?” You shrugged your shoulders and snatched a fry.

“What? It’s all I had but come on let’s eat I’m starving.” You grabbed your food and started digging in.

Jack would never admit it but he liked being pampered from time to time. Even though you tended to be a pain at times he wouldn’t want his life to be any other way. He knew with you by his side he could never lose.

(Hope you guys enjoy 💘 this will be my last little fluff for a bit I need to get back to the angst sorry y’all 💀)

[gotham--fc]

Always - A Ruesha Littlejohn Imagine

Hello I'm back! It's sure been a while, missed yall

This fic came to me in a dream after the Canada-Ireland game so I hope it's good and that yall like it

Tagging @grapefruit-personified because she's been waiting for this for a while and honestly she was my motivation to finish this anyway enjoy!

“Hey Rue, what’s shakin’ bacon?” Y/N laughs to herself at her joke. She loves to make Ruesha laugh, so whenever she answers a call from her teammate, she’ll make a stupid joke or a pun that makes Ruesha laugh. She doesn’t laugh this time, and Y/N furrows her brow. “Rue?”

“Can I come over?” Ruesha asks.

“Yeah, of course, you’re always welcome,” Y/N says, “Is everything alright?”

“No.”

Ruesha hangs up before Y/N can say anything. Y/N starts tidying up, just to give herself something to do while she waits so she doesn’t make herself crazy wondering what’s wrong. It doesn’t take Ruesha that long to arrive and Y/N barely restrains herself from running to the door when she hears the knock.

“What’s going on?” Y/N asks.

Ruesha has clearly been crying and Y/N ushers her inside and sits her in the kitchen while she makes a cup of tea for both of them.

“Me and Katie broke up,” Ruesha says. Y/N sets the mugs down and gives Ruesha her full attention.

“I’m so sorry,” Y/N says, “That’s awful. What can I do?”

“I just need a friend right now,” Ruesha says. Y/N reaches across the table and lays her hand on Ruesha’s. She offers her what she hopes is a reassuring smile.

“Whatever you need from me right now,” Y’N says, “You got me. Always, I promise.”

***

“I can’t believe I have to spend two months with her!” Ruesha groans. Y/N shoves Ruesha’s feet off the couch so she could sit. “I should drop out.”

“You should absolutely not drop out, it’s the World Cup,” Y/N says, “I know it sucks but you don’t have to spend any time with her outside practices and games. And I’ll be there,” Y/N waggles her eyebrows.

“Yeah, on a completely different team,” Ruesha rolls her eyes and plops her feet in Y/N’s lap.

“We’re in the same group, at least.”

“It still sucks.”

“I know,” Y/N rubs Ruesha’s shin to comfort her, “But it’s gonna be okay. I know it’s hard and it sucks having to be around your ex, but fuck her, honestly. It’s the World Cup! You’re gonna have a blast and it’s gonna be so great and you’re going to play in the World Cup, this is gonna be amazing for you.”

“We haven’t seen each other, really, since we broke up. She wasn’t home when I got my stuff. The first time we’re seeing each other since we broke up is at the World Cup. Talk about the worst fucking timing.”

“Yeah, it really is. I can’t make it better. But you guys are going to have to learn to be civil. You’re both going to play on the same national team for the rest of your careers. I know it sucks that it’s the World Cup, but the next time you guys have to play together will be so much better because you’ve already done it in the most stressful environment you could get. This is just character growth,” Y/N says.

“I hate that you’re so smart,” Ruesha grumbles.

“That’s what you get when you pick a best friend like me,” Y/N says.

“Yeah,” Ruesha glances away, an unreadable look in her eyes, “I guess you’re right.”

“Hey,” Y/N waits until Ruesha’s looking back at her, “You got me. Always. Okay?” Ruesha smiles.

***

The leadup to the World Cup is intense, it always is. It’s days full of training, or working out, or days when they’re told to rest and coaches and trainers stalking the hotel to ask why they’re out of their rooms. It’s stressful, but it’s rewarding, because Y/N knows at the end of this they’ll be playing in the World Cup.

Despite how intense and stressful and time consuming every day is, Y/N still finds time to talk with Ruesha. They’re not in the same hotel, not even in the same city, but Y/N makes sure her phone is nearby for whenever they have time to talk. Y/N ignores her teammates teasing. Like, yeah, okay, sure, she has a tiny crush on Ruesha, but Ruesha’s going through a breakup and also doesn’t feel the same. And that’s fine. Y/N’s fine. Ruesha needs a friend, and Y/N is so okay with being that friend.

“Hey, you played well today,” Y/N says.

“Like you even watched it,” Ruesha says.

“I did! Who do you take me for?” Y/N asks with faux offense, “I was studying my opponents.”

“Sure you were.”

“I know you watched my game. You texted me about that tackle I made.”

“It was a good tackle, pretty decent.”

“Piss off!” Y/N laughs, “I will hang up on you.”

“No you won’t,” Ruesha says, “You love me too much.”

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

They’re silent for a moment. Y/N swallows.

“I saw,” Y/N says, “What happened. What everyone’s saying about it.”

“Everyone’s a bunch of shits,” Ruesha says, “They can shut the fuck up.”

“That may be true, but, Rue… What happened?”

“You said you saw what happened,” Ruesha grumbles.

“Rue.”

“What do you want me to say?” Ruesha huffs, “I don’t have to shake her fucking hand if I don’t want to. You know what’s going on with them. I don’t have to play nice with Katie’s new girlfriend.”

“No, but you can’t start fights with the whole world watching,” Y/N says.

“Not that many people watched the game.”

“Not my point.”

“I get your point,” Ruesha says, “I’m saying I’m fine and that I’m not going to hide what I’m feeling just because I’m on TV. If Katie doesn’t like how I treat her new girlfriend then that’s her problem, not mine.”

“I just want to make sure you’re okay,” Y/N says, “I want to make sure you’re not going to do anything you regret.”

Ruesha can be so stubborn sometimes and normally Y/N doesn’t mind. She likes Ruesha for who she is, stubbornness and all, but it’s times like these that Y/N can get frustrated. She knows how ruthless fans and the media can be and she just wants to keep Ruesha from facing anything negative. She’s already seen what some people are saying and she wants to climb through her phone screen and grab the people making comments and shake them, scream at them that they don’t know what they’re talking about, they don’t know Ruesha like she does. But she can’t do that, so instead she has to settle for fighting through Ruesha’s stubbornness to try and convince her to think before she acts.

“I can handle myself. I’m a big girl,” Ruesha says.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt,” Y/N admits quietly.

Ruesha doesn’t respond immediately and Y/N lets the silence sit. It’s heavy and weighted and the longer it goes on the more Y/N thinks Ruesha’s hung up. It wouldn’t be the first time Ruesha’s hung up when Y/N said something she doesn’t want to hear. Y/N is about to hang up herself, when Ruesha speaks.

“Thanks for always looking out for me,” Ruesha says quietly.

“Of course. Always.”

***

As soon as the celebration and team talks are over, Y/N heads over to the Irish players. She shakes hands, gives hugs, but her mind is focused on one thing.

“Hey,” Y/N gets the attention of Louise Quinn.

“Congrats on the win,” Louise says.

“Thanks,” Y/N gives her a quick hug, “Do you know, by any chance–”

“She went back to the locker room,” Louise says before Y/N can finish. Y/N smiles in thanks.

Y/N goes back through the tunnel and heads in the direction of the Irish locker room. She finds Ruesha leaning up against the wall beside the door, staring at her feet.

“If you’re mad at me, you should’ve done a better job of hiding.”

Ruesha huffs.

“Not mad at you. You’re not that special.”

“But you are mad,” Y/N leans on the wall beside her.

“Of course I’m mad! We’re done! We’re out! We went through all the work, all the training, all the games, all the bullshit, for nothing. It meant nothing.”

“It wasn’t for nothing,” Y/N says.

“It sure feels like it,” Ruesha huffs again, “I thought it was all gonna be worth it. I thought sticking it out and putting up with her and everything would be worth it in the end. Now I just wish we’d never qualified at all.”

“You don’t really think that.”

“No,” Ruesha sighs, “I don’t. I’m just pissed.”

“I know how hard this all was for you,” Y/N says, nudging Ruesha’s shoulder in a comforting gesture, “With Katie and everything. And I want to help make this better for you, however I can. You’re my best friend Rue.”

Ruesha makes a sound almost like a growl as she springs from the wall and moves in front of Y/N, her hands braced flat on the wall on either side of Y/N’s head, bracketing her in. Y/N blinks owlishly as Ruesha stares hard at her. There’s a myriad of emotions swirling in Ruesha’s eyes, anger, disappointment, frustration, and something Y/N forced herself to ignore every other time she’s seen it: longing.

“Stop talking.”

Then Ruesha’s kissing her and Y/N’s brain shuts down for a moment. Then she kisses Ruesha back with a fervour. This is what she’s been dreaming of for months, what she’s tried to forget she wants, what she’s repressed and buried for the sake of their friendship. It’s not the way Y/N imagined it, both sweaty and in a hallway in Australia, where Y/N’s just knocked Ruesha out of the World Cup. It’s not what Y/N pictured, but it’s perfect anyway because it’s exactly like them.

When Ruesha pulls away, Y/N knows she has a lovestruck smile on her face and the smirk Ruesha gives her in return just makes Y/N smile deeper. Ruesha’s hand grips the hem of Y/N’s top and tugs. Y/N’s eyes widen.

“Ruesha! What are you doing?” Y/N looks frantically down the hallway to see if anyone is nearby.

“What?” Ruesha says, “Isn’t it tradition to swap jerseys after a game?” Y/N shakes her head.

“You’re impossible.”

Ruesha tugs her own jersey over her head and looks at Y/N expectantly. Y/N only gets distracted by Ruesha’s bare stomach for a moment before she tugs her own jersey off. Ruesha grins after Y/N pulls her Ireland jersey on. Ruesha smooths her hands down the sleeves of her jersey.

“You look good in green.”

“And you look good in red,” Y/N says.

“Come on,” Ruesha grabs Y/N’s hand and pulls her down the hallway back towards the field. “Let’s get some photos taken. Immortalize the moment. Show the haters you’re mine.”

“Yeah,” Y/N says, “Yours. Always.”

[tachiharastanacc]

More Tachi angst ig

“Past!”

Tachihara groaned, rolling over.

“Past, Tachihara!”

Squeezing his eyes shut tighter, he pulled the pillow over his head.

There was blissful silence for a moment. Before…

“Tachihara, you idiot! I’m talking to you! Get up, get up, get up!”

The teenager let out an oof as he was jumped on. He covered his face with his arms as the small girl snatched his pillow and started whacking him with it.

With another dramatic groan, he sat up, picking Teruko up and depositing her on the ground next to his bed.

“What?”

“I’m bored! Play with me!”

Yeah. That was about what he expected.

“Can’t it wait until morning? I was training with Tecchou all day. And it’s like three in the morning.”

This information didn’t seem to phase the pink-haired girl, who was already climbing back onto his bed to harass him.

“No! We have to go now!”

She was already tugging on his arm again, trying to drag him out of bed. With one final pull, she managed, accidentally flinging him to the floor.

“Ow.”

“You’ll get over it! Now c’mon!”

With a deep, suffering sigh, he very slowly stood up.

“Gah, you’re taking forever!”

She morphed into her adult form, easily scooping him up.

“H-hey!”

“Shhh! We gotta be sneaky! This is a stealth mission!”

“Somehow I doubt this is an actual mission.”

“Lighten up! You’re no fun!”

Teruko continued to carry him until they emerged from the base.

“Seriously, what are we doing? I don’t wanna get in trouble.”

“We’re not gonna get in trouble unless your whining gives us away! And stop pouting!”

“I’m not pouting. And I definitely don’t whine,” he mumbled, clearly whining.

“Just pipe down! I have to show you something!”

She set him down on the ground, morphing back to her usual age. Tachihara begrudgingly followed her. The sight of two young kids, one of whom was dressed in a military uniform, walking through the city at night unattended probably would’ve been concerning if it were anywhere but Yokohama.

The two trekked across the city streets. Though he wouldn’t admit it, Tachihara was enjoying feeling the warm night breeze in his hair. It’d been a while since he’d actually left the base. Ever since he’d started pestering the higher ups to let him overtake the mafia infiltration mission, he’d been busier than ever with training.

Finally, they arrived at…

“An abandoned shed?”

Teruko shoved him. “Nuh-uh. It’s your surprise.”

“I didn’t know I was getting a surprise.”

“That’s what makes it a surprise, dummy.”

She gestured for him to unlock it with his ability, which he did, though not without a roll of his eyes.

The girl was practically vibrating with excitement as she shoved him inside.

“I don’t get it, what’s…”

He trailed off, looking around. The interior of the shed was decorated with string lights. A few posters hung on the walls. Two deflated bean bag chairs were placed on the dusty floor in front of a small table, on which sat a vase of hyacinths.

“This is…”

“Ta-da! The Teruko and Tachihara secret base! So that way we can meet up, even when you’re away with the mafia!”

Tachihara was silent for a moment, taking it in. It was a bit of a mess, and definitely assembled from random piece of furniture Teruko had found lying around, but…

He felt his eyes starting to water.

Teruko practically deflates.

“You could just say you don’t like it…”

He kneels down, pulling her into a tight hug. After a confused moment, she hugs him back.

“I’m gonna miss you so much…”

“Tachihara, you dolt. That’s why we have this place! Didn’t you listen to a word I said!?”

“Yeah…and we can hang out plenty when I come back for my surgeries.”

“And we can go on missions and save the world together.”

“Yeah. And save Jouno from dealing with the captain’s stench.”

“I like his stench!”

“You would.”

Passersby that night would see a small shed, a bit worn down and broken, but still cozy and full of love on the inside. Curled up inside were two kids, siblings in this cruel world, peacefully sleeping. Looking at them, it was almost possible to believe everything would turn out alright.

—

“…it’s…cozy.”

“You could just say you don’t like it.”

“I don’t dislike it. It’s just…”

Tecchou looked around, taking in the clutter amassed over the past six years. He glanced down at the pile of stale chips his foot was buried in.

“We didn’t really have time to clean it before everything went down.”

Tachihara was sitting on one of the beanbags, knees tucked up to his chest. He was poking at one of the lights that was dangling from where the tape had fallen off.

“…I’m sorry. If I was there…”

“I said I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“…right. I just mean that-“

“Tecchou.”

One of the nails ripped out of the wall, curling and bending unnaturally as Tachihara clenched his fists. He glared at Tecchou with those cloudy eyes that reminded the older hunting dog so much of Jouno.

Unsure of how to respond, Tecchou awkwardly ducked past a few handmade decorations and plopped down on the other beanbag chair. He did his best to ignore the cloud of dust that flew up as he sat.

“I know you don’t want to talk. We don’t have to.”

He looked down at his once-shiny boots, now smeared with crumbs and dust.

“…I miss them.”

“Me too.”

“…I wish I was there. I wish it was me who died instead.”

Tecchou closed his eyes. The words hurt to hear, but…

“I understand. I feel the same way.”

If he had listened to Tachihara that day. If he had followed Jouno in the airport. If he hadn’t been so blinded that he’d left Teruko and the captain alone…

Tecchou shuffled a bit closer, wincing at the sound of the beanbag squelching under his weight. He wrapped one arm around the younger hunting dog’s shoulders, pulling him into a half hug.

“…what are you doing?”

“Comforting you. Is it working?”

After a moment, Tachihara nodded, leaning into the hug.

“…I wanna fix this place up. Not that I’d be able to see it, but…it’s what Teruko would’ve wanted.”

“I’ll help you. But not now. Right now, you should rest.”

Tachihara curled closer, pulling Tecchou’s cloak around himself.

They stayed like that for a while, the last remaining soldiers of a unit doomed and almost forgotten by the rest of the world.

Still, despite how it seemed on the outside, inside the small shed, it was possible that people could heal. And things would be alright.

[callsign-joyride]

Ok but, Hangman as guy in your neighborhood, you are both back from college, he has a “she grew up hot” moment, and starts “coincidentally” mowing his lawn and washing the car at the same time she walks her dog. Summer fling, maybe 17 on the SOS prompt, really whatever you think works

Honey, Honey | Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: You lose your virginity to Jake after he walks in on you.

Content warnings: SMUT (18+), female masturbation, fingering, protected p in v

Prompt: "Oh no, don't stop on my account. I'm really enjoying the view."

Author's note: I kind of got lost in the sauce while writing and didn't follow the request exactly but I hope that's okay. It still has the same girl next door trope!

This was written for my Summer of Smut writing event. Feel free to send in requests!

You had been looking forward to moving back home after college graduation for months. Going to school in California had been your dream, but you missed the way that Texas felt like home. A few of your friends stayed local after high school, so it was one of the rare moments where you were able to hang out as a group. Your San Diego apartment had been mostly vacated, but you and your roommate had decided to rent it out as an Air BnB for the summer because it was in the heart of the city. 

“I think that Seresin boy might be back for a few weeks,” your mom said over dinner. 

You dropped your fork on your plate and sighed. Of course she brought him up. He was about a decade older than you, and your mom was never really able to let go of the fact that you had a crush on him when you were little. When he left to join the Navy, you stayed close with his family, occasionally coming over for cookouts or playing with the littles. 

“Good for him,” you grumbled out.

The Seresins were having a cookout for Memorial Day Weekend. Your parents were out of town attending a wedding of some friends. You grabbed a hard seltzer from the fridge in the garage before walking over to the neighbors. Mrs. Seresin greeted you and grabbed a lawn chair so that you could sit by the campfire.

“Wow, you really grew up,” Jake said as he plopped into a chair next to you.

“Well, I haven’t really seen you in what, ten, fifteen years? A lot of growing up happened in that time.”

“So, you in college or…?”

“Just graduated from UC San Diego, actually. I wanted to spend the summer at home before shit gets real, so here I am.”

He raised his eyebrows at the mention of San Diego.

“I’m stationed at North Island right now. It’s kind of surprising that we haven’t run into each other.”

“I don’t think it is, though. San Diego is big and I live like ten minutes from campus. So unless you’re bar hopping with a bunch of 20-year-olds, I doubt we would’ve run into each other.”

Jake chuckled in agreement and scooted closer to you. Maybe it was a combination of the summer heat and your drink, or maybe it was just Jake, but you felt a warmth in your stomach. It was almost like he wanted to kiss you, but more guests started arriving and he had to forfeit his seat to help his dad with the grill. You talked to other people in the neighborhood while eating and playing games. You didn’t realize how much you had to drink until almost everyone had left at around midnight. 

“Alright, I think I’m gonna head home. Woah,” you said as you stood up and grabbed your empty can.

“Do you need someone to walk you home, honey?” Mrs. Seresin asked.

“I think I’ll be fine. It’s just right next door.”

“Okay. Well, we’re here if you need anything. There’s always someone home so feel free to come by whenever.”

“Thank you.”

Jake opened the gate for you as you left and you mumbled a thank you before heading over to your house. Maybe it was because you were desperately single, but Jake looked just as good as you remembered. Better, actually. You kicked your shoes off by the front door and reached into your bag for your earbuds. One of the network channels was doing a marathon of all of the Marvel movies, so you put that on and lay on the couch.

Jake’s mom talked him into checking in on you when they were done cleaning up the yard. He was only reluctant to go because he was sweaty and tired from being outside for most of the day. What he didn’t expect though, was to walk into your house and hear you moaning. You couldn’t see him because the back of the couch was towards the back door, and you couldn’t hear him because you had your earbuds in.

“Oh my God!” You gasped. Your hand was still in your shorts but you were too busy freaking out about the fact that Jake `had just walked in on you to worry about that.

“Oh no, don’t stop on my account. I’m really enjoying the view,” he said. He stood in front of you and nudged your legs open before taking your hand out of your shorts. His calloused hand replaced your smooth one and you pulled him closer to you before moaning.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said before leaning in for a kiss. It was a clash between tongues and teeth as he got you off and slowed his pace.

“I-I’ve never-,”

“What?”

You sighed as you looked at the cocky smirk on his face.

“Jake, I’m a virgin.”

“Wait, really? How? Look at you. You’re hot.”

“I’ve done other stuff but I’ve never… y’know.”

“Do you want to?”

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks before you looked at your feet. 

“With you? Yeah. Why? Is that bad?”

“Bad? Hey, don’t be shy. We can do this but only if you want to.”

“I want to.”

“Alright. Where’s your room?” 

You stared at him in confusion.

“You’re not losing your virginity on a couch. At least let me be proper about it.”

You nervously led him up the stairs and to your room. You moved to California pretty much right after graduating highschool, so not much had changed. It still looked like a teenager’s room because you were usually home from college for a week or two at a time. You weren’t particularly embarrassed about it until now, with the lilac colored walls and stuffed animals everywhere.

“Um, I’m not here all the time. Here, let me…”

Jake watched as you cleared the bed of your stuffed animals and throw pillows. He was trying not to laugh. You turned to him and smiled once you lit the cinnamon roll scented candle on your dresser. He sat you on the bed and started to kiss you before laying you down and taking your shorts off. You couldn’t help but grind yourself against him, and both of you groaned at the feeling. A wet spot was starting to form on the crotch of his grey basketball shorts and you could see the outline of his cock.

“I gotta get you ready,” he whispered into your ear as he tugged your panties off and started to finger you. You writhed in his arms as he got you closer to your release, and he slowly pulled his fingers out of you before grabbing his wallet and taking out a condom.

You looked at him with wide eyes once he took his shorts and boxers off. His cock hit his chest and he was huge. You were kind of able to guess, since he was well built and athletic, but you were still intimidated by the size.

“I’ll go slow. Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

“Okay.”

You let out a gasp as he started to enter you. He could tell that you were tense with pain, so he leaned down and kissed you while moving one of your legs to rest on his hip. You let out a cry when he was fully inside of you.

“I’m sorry. Are you hurt? Do you want me to stop?”

“I… No, I don’t want you to stop but it hurts a little.”

“That’s normal. Here, let me move you so that you’re on top. You’ll have more control.”

“Okay.”

Jake guided himself into you and put his knees up so that he could help you ride him. With his hands on your hips, you were quickly bouncing on his cock. He knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer with the way you were moaning his name, and you could see it in his eyes. So it wasn’t much of a surprise when he pulled your hips down and stilled inside of you. He rolled the two of you over while he was still inside and started to rub your clit while going through the motions of the rest of his orgasm. He grunted in your ear when you came around him and slowly pulled out of you after a few moments.

“Where’s your bathroom? I’m gonna get a towel and clean you up,” he said. You sat up and looked at him as he walked to your bedroom door.

“Right across the hall. Did I bleed?”

“A little, but it’s nothing to worry about. I’ll be right back.”

Jake was gone for a lot longer than you thought he would be. You were somewhat surprised when he finally walked back into your room with two glasses of water and a damp washcloth in his hands. The washcloth was warm, too. He threw the washcloth in your hamper when he was done and climbed in the bed next to you.

“You’re staying the night?” You asked.

“I can leave if you want me to.”

“No, it’s fine. I kind of like this,” you said as you scooted into his arms.

“So, do you plan on staying in San Diego when you get back?”

“Yeah. I have a job lined up and everything. Why?”

“I wanna take you on a date sometime. I know a few good spots.”

“Sure. Wait, how long are you in town for?”

“Another week and a half.”

“We could just go out while we’re both here. Get the first date out of the way, y’know.”

“Your mom would freak if I picked you up, though.”

“Okay, get your head out of the 1950’s. We’re both adults who can drive. It’ll be fine. Plus I’m pretty sure my mom has wanted me to get with you since I transferred to UC San Diego. She’d probably be popping champagne if she found out about all of this, honestly.”

“Well, it’s good to hear that I’ve already got mom’s approval.”

You laughed and grabbed your phone before turning your lamp off. You fell asleep listening to some ocean sounds. When you woke up, Jake was smiling and scrolling through social media. He put his phone down and hugged you before going to make breakfast. He gave you his phone number before leaving. You were a giggly mess as you laid back on the couch and texted your closest friends about the events that had happened the night before.

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Written in the Stars

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are a believer in fate but after getting your heart broken, you had stopped believing it. Until you met Joe. Suddenly, it got you questioning if fate is real or not.

Author's Note: Last part and then we still have the epilogue! I hope you all enjoyed this story!

Wordcount: 3.3K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten - epilogue

Four Years Later…

Holy shit.

You climbed down from the small stool that you were standing on. Today, you were helping around the bookshop. Even though Sara had her trusted employees working today, you couldn’t help but feel like you should be helping around the bookshop too. You enjoyed it anyway and besides, the bookshop was a bit quiet and empty today. It was a Monday morning, so it wasn’t really a surprise to you that it was a quiet day. Plus, getting time off work got you bored around the apartment. Now that you were alone in the apartment since Sara had moved out, so what was a better way for you to entertain yourself?

But holy shit. 

You couldn’t believe it. You knew it had been nine months. You knew that it was coming pretty soon, but you were still in shock that it was happening now. Right now. How has it been nine months already? How is it time already? It felt like yesterday, you all just found out about the news and now, it’s time? 

You dropped your phone from your hands, frozen still where you were. You were in shock.

“Jooee!” You yelled. “Joe!”

You immediately heard footsteps running down the stairs and there he was. 

Joe. 

Curly hair, fuzzy sweater and his glasses on his face. It wasn’t a surprise to you that he was in the bookshop all the time now. After all, he also loved this place. He loved hanging out here, and you were here. That was enough reason for him to stay around. He looked at you with wide eyes as soon as he found you between one of the bookshelves. 

“It’s time.” You smiled.

“It’s baby time?” Joe gasped, his eyes so wide, he froze and didn’t know what to do. 

“Joe!” You snapped him out of it. 

“Let me get a taxi!” Joe panicked and ran out the door to hail a taxi cab for the both of you. You followed behind him as he opened the door for you and both of you got inside, while he told the driver to take the both of you to the hospital. 

You shook your leg nervously at the backseat of the taxi as your fingernails found the edges of your teeth. 

“Hey,” Joe took your hand away from your mouth and squeezed it lightly. “It’ll be okay.” 

You nodded your head and waited anxiously as the taxi tried to go through the traffic around the city. 

God, how is this taking forever? 

By the time you two arrived at the hospital, you immediately went inside and talked to the nurse behind the counter. Maybe it was just you being nervous and anxious, but the nurse was taking forever, and you just couldn’t wait anymore. 

“Oh, you’re here!” 

Wes called out. You and Joe turned around and saw Wes was all red and out of breath. You couldn’t help but think how he looked like he was the one giving birth. 

“Did she give birth already?” You asked, walking towards him.

“No, not yet. She’s not ten centimeters yet, so we have to wait.” Wes answered.

“Is she okay? Can we see her?” Joe asked.

Wes led you down the hall and into the room. Inside, you saw Sara laying on the bed. Her belly was big, and she was leaning against a pillow. She looked exhausted and in pain. 

“Hi.” You smiled, walking up to her. “How are you feeling?”

Sara groaned as she set her hand on her belly. “Contractions are killing me.”

“Doctor said she’s only six centimeters right now.” Wes explained. 

You pulled up a chair next to Sara’s bed and squeezed her hand lightly. “You’re gonna be okay. You can do this.”

“I’m so scared, but so excited.” Sara smiled down at you before squeezing your hand tightly as she felt another contraction. 

“Ow! Ow!” You winced. “Okay, it’s a good thing we’re in a hospital.” 

Sara let your hand go as you hissed through your teeth from the pain. You rubbed your hand lightly as you looked up to Wes who was chuckling.

“Yeah, you get used to it.” Wes laughed softly before walking up to the other side of her bed and rubbed her back. 

“I can’t believe you are gonna have a baby.” Joe chimed in. “I’m so happy for you guys.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let's get through this delivery first, okay?!” Sara snapped at Joe as you chuckled.

Sara’s mood swings for the last few weeks had been up and down. Though, her mood swings when it came to Joe was always up. You couldn’t even keep count how many times Joe had been yelled at by Sara every time he was in the bookshop. 

“Seriously, Joe? It’s alphabetical. Do you know your ABCs?” Sara had snapped at him one time for a small mistake he made organizing the bookshelf. “If you want to drool on my best friend, just go sit in the lounge area and stare.”

Joe scratched the back of his head, pursing his lips as Wes gave him an apologetic look. You have seen that look on Wes’ face many times throughout the last several weeks too. It was his “I’m sorry my wife has been yelling at you but please understand she’s pregnant” look. Joe was understanding though. He understood, and he knew Sara was in pain right now, so he kept his mouth shut. He didn’t want to add in any more stress or pain. 

“Okay, we’ll be in the waiting room.” You got up from the chair as you grabbed Joe by his forearm. “You will be amazing, Sara. Just hang in there, okay? You can do this.”

“Okay.” Sara pouted as she watched the both of you leave the room. 

You took a deep breath as soon as you walked out of Sara’s room. You didn’t know why you were the one who was so nervous and anxious over it. Maybe because you knew that this has been something you and Sara had talked about since her wedding. Sara knew she wanted this for a long time now. She knew that she always wanted to grow a family with Wes and now, it was actually happening. You just couldn’t believe it. You couldn’t believe that your best friend was having a baby. It felt like you two just met each other in college and struggled to get through graduation and now, here you both were. Time truly wasn’t real.

“Here.” Joe interrupted your thoughts, handing you a cup of coffee. 

“Thanks.” You took the cup of coffee and sipped it, while Joe sat next to you.

The two of you sat there in silence. You watched couples go in and out of the room. Some family members join the both of you in the waiting room and then leave once the mother has given birth. Your eyes lingered at the TV screen on the top corner of the wall, while you continued to sip your coffee. An hour passed by and there was still no news from Sara. Joe had excused himself to go to the restroom, but you haven’t seen him for half an hour already. Your fingernails had found your teeth again as your leg shook anxiously. Your hands felt ice cold. You just hoped that Sara wouldn’t be in too much pain and that her labor wasn’t going to be hard. 

You couldn’t sit there anymore. You have to do something, or your anxious mind will just continue to shake your brain. Getting up from the chair, you made your way down the hall to find some vending machine because you were also hungry, and you didn't know how long you would be waiting here. Stopping in your tracks, you found Joe in the middle of the hall. He was staring through the window where the newborn babies were getting taken care of.

“Hey.” You called out, walking up to him. “What are you doing here?”

Joe smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Just looking at the newborns. They’re so adorable.”

You stood next to him and looked through the window, watching the newborns sleeping on their little cribs. 

“They’re so peaceful.” You smiled. “I can’t believe that Wes and Sara will have one of these in just a few hours.”

Joe chuckled, nodding his head. “I can’t believe Wes is going to be a father.”

You laughed softly at his joke. Joe’s eyes turned to you, studying your features. Even now, you were the only one that his heart was beating for. You were the only one that he couldn’t stop thinking about. 

“Can I have this dance?” Joe asked you at Sara and Wes’ wedding reception. 

You were the only one who was left at the table, and you were happy for your friends, but you couldn’t help but feel emotional towards everything. It was also the first time you have seen Joe after your little meeting in Italy. Since then, you had tried to move on and stopped thinking about him because he was with someone now. He was happy. So, when your current boyfriend had decided to break off your relationship two weeks before Sara and Wes’ wedding, you couldn’t help but feel a bit emotional. You couldn’t help but think how funny incidents kept happening. The way your boyfriend– ex boyfriend– broke up with you right before meeting Joe again. The Universe truly had its weird ways. You were on your third glass of champagne, and you were the only one sitting at the table with no one to dance with, and Joe had seen you. He had seen how you tried to act like everything was okay, but he knew you wanted to just disappear. He could see it all over your face. 

You gazed up at Joe, who’s hand was reaching for you. “Are you sure?” You asked.

“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t.” Joe smiled. 

You stared at his hand before taking it. He walked you to the dancefloor where everyone else was and slow danced with you. His hands on your waist, your arms wrapped around his neck. You couldn’t look at him, so you kept your eyes busy around the reception, avoiding eye contact with him. You were scared how you would feel if you two had locked eyes because you knew until now, you still have feelings for him. 

“So, where’s your date?” You asked, your eyes laser focus on both of your feet. 

“No date.” Joe answered. “For a year now.”

Immediately, your eyes finally found his chocolate button ones. “What about—?”

“Never was serious, like I said before.” 

Your eyes dropped to the floor again as the both of you continued to dance. The music echoed through the room, but it seemed like the silence between the both of you was louder. 

“Where’s your date?” Joe asked. 

“No date either.” You replied, sighing. “They’re all idiots.”

Joe couldn’t help but chuckle. “Am I part of that list?”

You gazed up to him again, your eyes staring into his eyes as you shook his head. “No.” 

“I know things between us have been rough.” Joe murmured. “I know it has been a long time since we saw each other, but can we atleast be friends?”

Your eyes never left his as the both of you continued to dance. You never thought you would agree with this. Actually, you never thought Joe would suggest this after everything that has happened between the both of you. After what you did to him. 

Friends.

Maybe you could work with that. After all, the both of you would be seeing each other more now since Wes and Sara were now married. You gave him a small smile and nodded your head.

“Friends.” You muttered.

That was a year ago. A few months after the wedding, Joe had moved back to New York permanently. He had started hanging out at the bookshop again. Sara kept mentioning to you that he was only there to see you because she knew he still had feelings for you. Though, you always argued back that you guys were just friends. Just friends. Nothing more. Nothing less. That was it. 

Were you really though? Were you really seeing each other as friends? That’s it? 

Were your feelings completely gone for Joe? Was Joe’s feelings completely gone for you?

Real answer: Absolutely not.

So, when you had gazed up at Joe, you found his eyes staring at you. You felt your cheeks heat up as you gave him a small smile. He had that look on his face that you have seen many times since you and him had started this whole “friends” thing. It was the look that Sara would always mention. The “he is still in love with you” look as what Sara would call it. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked. 

“Nothing. Sorry.” Joe looked away. “Maybe we should go see how Sara was doing.” 

Agreeing to his idea and totally forgetting the fact that you were here to find some snacks, you followed Joe back to the waiting room and down the hall but by the time you both entered her room, Sara was gone. 

“Excuse me.” Joe asked one of the nurses that passed by. “Where’s the patient assigned to this room?”

“She’s in labor. She just reached ten centimeters, so she was taken to the delivery room.”

You gasped as the nurse walked away. You couldn’t believe it. Sara was giving birth. She was actually giving birth right now. Taking your hand, Joe gave it a squeeze as he gave you a smile. Both of you walked back to the waiting room as you both anxiously waited for news. Joe gently took your fingers out of your mouth since your nails had found the edges of your teeth again.

“You still bite your nails when you’re anxious.” Joe smiled. 

“Bad habit.” You replied, shaking your head. “I can’t believe Sara is probably pushing a baby right now. I… I can never imagine myself doing that. It’s crazy.”

Joe’s mind had gone somewhere else though. His eyes wandered around the room. Different thoughts had started running in his mind. Then, his eyes turned to you again. 

“Hey,” He gently squeezed your hand. “I know this isn’t the right moment to say it, but there was something I was thinking earlier.”

“What is it?”

“I was looking at the newborns earlier, and I kept thinking about how we are born into this world, and how we grow into our own person. Then, life gets complicated. We go through a lot of shit, but there’s always that one light. One thing, one person that tends to keep us going even during our darkest times.” Joe pursed his lips and continued, “The last few years, I kept thinking about that promise I made to you…”

“Joe.” You murmured. 

“I know you don’t believe it but somehow, no matter how much I try to move on. How much I try to tell myself that maybe we weren’t really meant to be, my path always leads back to you.” Joe took your other hand in his. “My heart only beats for you and when I saw you at the wedding, I knew that I couldn't take another risk to let you go like that.”

“Joe, I…”

“I love you.” Joe confessed. “Always have and always will.” 

You stared into his warm brown eyes, and you knew then that he was right. He didn’t know it then, but you also made the same promise. You do love Joe. Not once have you ever stopped thinking about how much you regretted that decision that you made back in Canada. How much you let your insecurity and fears control you instead of getting the facts straightened out first. Now, Joe has confessed to you again. He still loves you, and you couldn’t let yourself risk letting him go again either. You knew how that felt when you saw him in Italy with another girl. 

“Joe, I lo—”

“It’s a healthy baby girl!” Wes announced, coming through the doors with an excited look on his face.

“Ohmygod.” You and Joe said unison as you both got up and let go of each other’s hands. 

“Do you want to meet her?” Wes asked.

“Yes. Absolutely!” You exclaimed in excitement.

The conversation between you and Joe could wait. Today was Sara and Wes’ day. This was one of the important moments in their lives, and you weren’t about to take that away from them. You both followed Wes down the hall and back into Sara’s room. There she was, sitting up on the bed with the baby in her arms. She was still a bit red from just giving birth, and she looked exhausted. 

“Hi.” You smiled.

“Come meet her.” Sara smiled as you walked over to her. 

You gasped softly as soon as you saw the baby girl in her arms. She was so beautiful. She looked exactly like a mix of Sara and Wes. Sara handed you the baby, and you carefully took her from Sara’s arms. 

“She’s so amazing.” You felt tears welled up in your eyes. “What’s her name?”

You gazed up at Sara and Wes.

“Her name is Sofia.” Sara replied. 

“Hi Sofia.” You smiled down at her, rocking her lightly. 

Joe stood behind you as he looked down at Sofia in your arms. Gazing up at him, he gave you a smile. Sofia was such an angel, and you couldn’t even describe how you were feeling just holding her in your arms. You watch as Sofia let out a small noise, making you giggle softly. 

“You want to hold her?” You asked Joe. 

Joe reached for Sofia as you carefully handed her in his arms as he cooed her. The image of Joe holding a baby in his arms gave you all kinds of feelings that you couldn’t explain inside of you. It was something you thought you would never feel inside of you. You watched as Sofia made a cute noise again and her little lips tugged into a small smile.

“Looks like she likes you, mate.” Wes grinned.

“Well, that’s because I’m her favorite Uncle.” Joe teased, rocking her lightly in his arms. 

You rolled your eyes at Joe’s little comment as he handed Sofia back in Sara’s arms. 

“How are you feeling?” You brushed Sara’s hair softly as you watched tears welled up in her eyes.

Hormones.

“What’s the matter?” Joe asked worriedly.

“Nothing, I’m just emotional about all this.” Wes took Sofia from Sara’s arms as you handed her a tissue.

“Sara, no.” You felt tears welled up in your eyes. “See, now that’s gonna make me start crying.”

You all laughed in unison as you grabbed a tissue and wiped your tears also. Sofia was the most precious baby you have ever seen, and you couldn’t believe that she was now here with all of you. You watched the nurse take Sofia from Wes so both the mother and daughter could get some rest. You brushed Sara’s hair softly and leaned down to give her a tight hug.

“I’m so happy for you.” You whispered. 

“Thank you.” Sara buried her face on your shoulder. 

Pulling away, you felt Joe’s hand on the small of your back as Sara exhaled sharply and Wes sat at the edge of her bed, taking her hand in his. 

“I’m just so happy you all are here.” Sara sniffed.

“We wouldn’t be anywhere else.” You smiled.

You watched Wes kiss Sara’s forehead and whispered to her to get some rest since she had such a long day. Softly, you let your fingers lingered with Joe’s that was next to yours. You turned and gazed up to him with a smile as you both intertwined your fingers together. 

You love Joe. Always have and always will. 

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Like This? || J.JK Smut

— title : Like This?

— ship : jk x reader

— genre : cheating, boyfriend’s best friend, bts, smut

— warning : smut, 21+, cheating, handjob, mirror sex, name calling, handjob, blowjob, missionary, doggystyle, eating out, fingering, humiliating, spanking, rough sex, teasing, aftercare

— summary : you’ve been sex deprived, afraid no one will notice the hot tension that was in the air at a restaurant u were in with ur boyfriend and friends, one of his best friends did..and it looks like your sex deprived nightmare might be coming to an end

!PURELY FICTION! !NOT REAL!

Let’s go <3

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Author POV

The 12 friends were all hanging out a Korean BBQ, laughing and making conversations. While Y/N, well..wasn’t enjoying it as much as she thought she would. Foot tapping, leg shaking, biting her bleeding lower lip,



Pussy clenching.

Yea, she wasn’t making it. Her and her boyfriend, Lucas, we’re going on 2 years. And don’t get her wrong, he’s a lovely boyfriend. Treats her out, buys her everything she needs and wants, and takes great care of her. But it’s one thing that Y/N just can’t stand.

No. Good. Sex.

Y/N was sex deprived, and she wouldn’t dare bring that up to him because she’s scared it’ll mess up everything that they have. The couple were having sex more often, but it still wasn’t enough. It wasn’t satisfying people might say. His dick was small, couldn’t reach any of her standards. It just wasn’t good. At all. ‘Lord forgive me’ Y/N thought, knowing that all she was ever thinking about was sex. She couldn’t get her mind off of it. And it seems like some of her friends caught on with the unnatural behavior.

“Y/N you ok?” Lisa asked her, seeing the uncontrollable foot tapping and lip biting. “Mhm! Perfect! Good!” “Well if you were good..you would’ve aten your food by now” Y/N stopped her movements, looking at the untouched food that was on her plate, making her nervously laugh. “Y/N you have not been yourself lately, you look more tired than usual-“ Lisa stopped her words, looking closely at her best friend and caught on quickly. Lisa smirked, pulling out her phone and made eye contact with Jungkook. They made conversation with their eyes, and turns out Jungkook already caught on with the weird behavior given by Y/N. Lisa texted Jungkook.

Lisa : ‘You thinking what I’m thinking?’

JK : ‘Already on it’

Lisa smirked, looking at Y/N who was giving her the confusing face. “What?” Lisa chuckled, leaning back and putting some noodles in her mouth. Y/N soon felt her phone vibrate, taking it out she saw Jungkook’s contact. She opened the message.

Jk : ‘Come on’

Y/N sat up, taking a deep breath before locking eyes with Jungkook who was in front of her. He nudged his head to the door, making her nod quickly before getting up. “Hey I’ll be back, me and Jungkook are gonna go out for a little bit” Y/N said to Lucas, smiling. “Ok..you alright?” “Nah it’s not me” yes it is. He nodded and Jungkook and Y/N took a nice run for the door, leaving immediately, making Lisa smirk and shake her head before turning her attention to Hoseok and Yoongi.

The two hopped in Jungkook’s car before driving off away from the restaurant. “You ok? You haven’t been yourself today at all” Jungkook’s calmed voice filled the vehicle, glancing at Y/N before turning his attention back on the road. Y/N sighed, seeing the nice city lights through the windshield. “Im fine just - aggravated” “Don’t lie..cmon, you can tell me” Jungkook said right after, already knowing what the problem is. Y/N huffed, raising her eyebrow. “..I’m sex deprived” Jungkook hummed, smirking. “And how’s that? Lucas not giving you what you want?” “Hell no! Do you know how small is dick is? It takes me up to an hour to even get on with my first high! My fingers could save up at least more than half of that time!” Jungkook laughed, at Y/N’s answer.

“Poor thing” “and the worst part..he finishes after 10 minutes. 10 minutes Jungkook!” Jungkook’s eyes widened, looking at Y/N. “..he doesn’t even make me squirt” “well damn” Jungkook laughed at the shocking statement, shaking his head. “I even tried to have sex with him more often - just thinking it was jus us..but no, no Jungkook. He’s just not as sexual as I thought he was” they were halfway to the house, knowing exactly what Y/N needed. And Jungkook was willing to give it to her.

“Well, I’m sorry to hear that. Have you found a solution?” Jungkook asked, looking at her as they slowed down to a spotlight. “Well, no..I’m tired of toys, they don’t really help with that” Jungkook stopped at the light, looking at her dead in her eyes.

Y/N stared at him, confused on the staring contest. But she saw, his eyes turning dark, it just screams sex. Y/N had a thing for Jungkook, especially his dick. She just knows it’ll fulfill all her desires and would even fulfill desires she didn’t even know she had. And she now knows Jungkook wants to help her out. “Oh..” Y/N realized, getting hooked into his stare. “I’ll help you, I know you need it” Jungkook’s hand travelled to her thigh, rubbing all the right places making Y/N’s goosebumps rise under his touch, loving the way his hand moved all over her thighs. “I’ve seen you look at me the way you do baby, you want my dick don’t you” Jungkook landed a slap on her thigh, causing Y/N to jolt in shock, but also loving the way Jungkook was already handling her.

Something Lucas couldn’t even do.

“I-“ Y/N moaned out of nowhere, now realizing that they were now driving and Jungkook’s hand was rubbing her clothed pussy. Feeling his hands and the silky frantic right where she wanted them to be, she moaned freely, spreading her legs to let Jungkook’s fingers do their thing. “Fuck..kook” “you catch on quick huh” Jungkook’s fingers rolled in a circle faster, making Y/N’s hips move in a way she didn’t even think they could move. They moved with Jungkook’s hand, pleasure riding her body. “Yes, yes fuck - faster. Faster please” Jungkook followed her wish, spanking it from time to time and roughly rubbing her clit through her panties.

“Ooh fuck yes yes yes yes - how do you do this” “only for you baby girl” that did something to Y/N, that definitely did something. Because she was close already. “Wait - wait stop. Fuck. Why am I close already” “ooh my baby’s needy isn’t she, she’s needy isn’t she her boyfriend couldn’t give her what she wants huh? He couldn’t give it to you like I could hm” Y/N loved every moment of this, she wish she would’ve thought of this sooner. “I-I’m gonna..fuck” Jungkook took his hand away, leaving Y/N to close her legs tightly at the denied orgasm. Jungkook pulled into the garage, parking in his designated parking spot before turning off the car and closing the garage.

“I don’t wanna come all over your car..but I’m gonna have to” Jungkook smiled, spreading her legs snd slipped 2 fingers in her panties and into her hot clenching pussy, just begging for a long time release. Jungkook showed no mercy and fingered her like his life depended on it, hearing her moans fill up the car as she started to spread her legs wider and slide down the seat.

“Fuuck oh my god I’m getting close, I’m getting close Jungkook shit! Im gonna come!” “Come for me baby” Y/N held onto Jungkook’s arm full of tattoo’s and came all over his hand, squirming at the nice release as he continued to finger her. “Ooh good girl, that’s a good girl let it out there you go” Y/N didn’t want his fingers to stop fucking her, but he slowly took them out, seeing them covered in slick and come.

Jungkook chuckled, licking them off clean. “Guess I got some work to do” Jungkook whispered, getting out the car and Y/N quickly followed the movement. But getting picked up by Jungkook from the knees, spanking her ass before getting in the house and into his room. Oh they’re gonna have a night.

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Your POV

“Ooh fuck just like that, just like that - daddy fuck” Jungkook smirked, looking up at me with those doe eyes of his, while his mouth worked skillfully and sinfully on my pussy, ready for me to come on his face. I have never been eaten out like this before, it’s like he has powers on him. I think he’s experienced. But one way or another he’s doing a lot of justice, this is what I needed. This is more than what I needed. “Shit, I’m gonna come again, I’m gonna come again” “come for daddy baby, be daddy’s bitch and come for me” that name does something to me, I came all over his face, feeling him vibrate on me, sucking all the come out of me. “Good girl, you came twice for me”

“No, that was too good..are you experienced?” “Nope” “what-“ he kissed me, interrupting my sentence grinding his hard dick against the aching pussy that was still begging for more. “Feel that?” Jungkook whispered in my ear, feeling him grinding more on my pussy making me hiss at the hard on. “Go ahead, put it in..so I could fuck the shit out of you” I immediately followed orders, putting his cock which caused my eyes to widen at how big he was. “Oh my god, Jungkook. You’re to big. Your to big-“ Jungkook shoved all of it in, making me grope the sheets below me at how big he was inside.

“Jungkook! Oh my god, fuck, wait hold on. Don’t move” Jungkook smirked down at me, sitting up as he pushed my knees to my chest and held onto my ankles. “Jungkook don’t you dare move, I’m not-“ Jungkook snapped his hips into me, making me scream in shock and pleasure. “Jungkook I told you to wait” “and I don’t give a damn” Jungkook fucked me senseless, snapping his hips and each thrust was powerful and powerful each time which got me over the edge and to moaning like crazy. “Yesss fucking fuck me, fuck me like that..yes. Fuck” I whined, my mouth hung open with nothing to come out because of how hard he was fucking me.

“Yea you like that? You like that shit fucking bitch, my deprived little slut yes you are. Taking me so good” he did some powerful thrusts before taking it out and smacking my thigh. “All fours facing the mirror” I gulped the lump in my throat, going on all fours and faced my messy looking self. I saw he got behind me, pushing my face down and grabbed a handful of my hair. “So, like this?” He fucked me from behind, making me choke out a moan at the surprise. “Oh oh oh ah ah - shit! FuUCK! FUCK, RIGHT THERE!” “Oh yea? Right here?” He abused my prostrate, leaving me with no sounds nor words.

He’s fucking me too good.

“Daddy I’m gonna come, make me come please” he yanked my head up by my hair, stopping his pace as he rolled his hips against my ass, making me feel his dick throb inside me. “Look in that fucking mirror, and you’re gonna come for me like a good slut you understand?” “Yes” he slapped my ass with his other hand, making me moan. “Yes what?” “Yes daddy” he fucked me again and this time his pace quickened by the second, and I couldn’t hold off anymore. I squirted, everywhere hearing him chuckle as he looked at me through the mirror with his lustful eyes.

“Good girl, that’s my slut huh” he continued to fuck me, letting go of my hair and into my hips to fuck me with a good grip. “Wait..wait daddy-“ “shut up. Oh fuck” he fucked me harder, hearing my moans increase, also hearing my mumbles that I whined out to him. “Daddy please - fuck! It feels so good!” I cried out, his moans turning me on even more. “Shit, suck the come out of me” Jungkook pulled it out, letting me turn around and put the cock in my mouth, immediately taking him all the way in. “Ooh fuck, yea, I’m gonna come. Just like that don’t fucking move” he kept my head to the base, and soon felt his load shoot in me. Jungkook whimpered, feeling me still suck him and suck all the come out of him before taking it out and stroking It with my hand.

He laid against the headboard, pulling me with him as I straddled his waist. “You ok?” I hummed, nodding as I kissed him gently. “Mh, you’re so pretty” Jungkook whispered, kissing my neck and shoulder, making me whimper at the gestures. “Jungkook, we gotta stop” “why?” I sighed, sitting up as I ran my hands through the sweaty and messy hair. “We’ve been going at it for 2 hours believe it or not, I came 4 times - yes including the one in the car - and I can’t do this to Lucas!” “Hey hey hey, calm down. Who says we have to tell anyone?” He brought me back down with him, doing light kisses on my neck again.

“I’ll be your fuckboy for a lil bit” he whispered in my ear, kissing it and going back to my neck and jaw. My eyes widened at the words, stunned. “You..serious?” “Yea, until you have the damn courage to tell him that you don’t wanna be with him anymore” I stuttered, looking at him and he mocked me, doing the same thing. “You don’t want him, forget about it” I huffed, knowing he’s right. “I’ll give you what you want, I promise” he said, smirking before smacking his dick in my lower back. “One more, just one more please?” I sighed before getting on the dick and moaned my way down until I took him all in.

“There you go good girl, ride that dick like a slut yea? Fucking ride it baby” I moved my hips, bouncing up and down at times as my moans filled the room once again, but his groans and under breath curses mixed with it. He’s just so hot, it makes no sense. And the way he just orders me around..I don’t think I’m gonna last long just by thinking those thoughts. “Daddy..” “my baby’s gonna come again? What you wanna do?” I rolled my hips slowly, catching my breath.

“Eat my pussy..please?” “Yea eat that pussy of yours” he flipped us over, wrapping my legs around his head and he sucked the shit out of me. “Ooh god, fuck, wait” he insert fingers in me, the wet juicy noises coming from my pussy which made my moans become even louder. “Ooh yea wanna come for me? You wanna come for daddy I want you to come for me like the dirty slut I know you are. Like that shit huh? You like that dirty shit bitch?” My legs were basically shaking, the dirty words turned me on so much i was over the edge.

He went down and sucked me harder, fingering me and I couldn’t take it anymore. I squirted..for the second time and he chuckled, sucking it all up once again. “Good girl, that’s my good girl”

He sat up, hearing my heavy breathing at the intense orgasm. “So uh..you wanna make me come too?” I rolled my eyes, smiling as I began to stroke him, going fast pace as I saw his eyes flutter shut tight. “Fucking shit - I’m gonna come-“ I took my hand away, making his eyes widened and he chuckled, knowing what I was doing. “No no..we not doin that edging shit get your ass over here” I chuckled, stroking him again and his low moans got a little louder and impatient. “Fuck im coming, im coming..shit” he came all over my hand, his knees almost giving up and I continued to stroke for a little before taking my hand away.

I stood on my knees, licking the come off my hand in front of his face which made him smirk. “Why is that so hot” we laughed, licking my hand off clean before kissing him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around my thighs, picking me up. “I give it a week..you better break up with that piece of shit” “we’ll see” I whispered, kissing him gently.

“JUNGKOOK! JIMIN! HIDE, NOW!”

[kneelmylucille]

On Your Knees - Chapter 1

Abstract: “Sweetheart,” Negan’s raspy voice growls above you, as he places the bat in your face once again, carnage dripping and hanging from the barbed wire. He opens his mouth with a shit-eating grin as if to speak, but as you look up and meet his eyes just as before, he falls deafeningly silent.

Characters: Negan x Female Reader

Warnings: violence and gore, eventual smut, nsfw, 18+

Words: 1,391

“Alright. We’ve got a full boat. Let’s meet the man.”

Your knees dig into the cool gravel below, leaving deep imprints in your already torn skin. Suspecting what was to come, you had dissociated from the world around you, only hearing your own sharp breaths and the pounding of your heart. Meaning, you had missed the command to get on your knees and were shoved forcefully to the ground, your already torn jeans finally giving up and ripping the rest of the way open.

“Pissin’ our pants yet?”

Keeping your grey eyes placed firmly on the ground in front of you, you refuse to accept the situation. You are relatively new to Rick’s group, having only arrived at Alexandria a few weeks prior after Daryl and Rick had happened upon you while on a supply run. You had been with other groups before, formed lifelong bonds with people whom you would have called family, but you always seemed to be the last man standing.

Of course, you should have known that it would have only been a matter of time before history repeated itself and landed you here, breath caught in your throat and ears ringing as blood began to seep from your scathed knees and slowly fill in the cracks of the gravel.

“Boy, do I have a feeling we’re gettin’ close.”

You take a deep breath, beginning to feel grateful for the distraction of your stinging legs.

“Yep. It’s gonna be pee pee pants city here real soon.”

This could not be any wor- Did this man just say pee pee pants city?

Lifting your gaze, you start at his boots and begin to take him in. His long legs, his leather jacket hiding a red scarf wrapped tightly around his neck, his salt and pepper beard surrounding a wide predatory smile, and a barbwire-wrapped baseball bat resting firmly yet carelessly on his shoulder. An unfamiliar feeling rises deep in your abdomen, which you tell yourself to be a mixture of both fear and disgust, but you know yourself better than that.

“-but swallow it you most certainly will,” Negan drawls in a voice that reminds you of the aforementioned gravel, as he points his bat in Rick’s face.

Nope. You close your eyes momentarily as you attempt to disappear into the comfort of your own headspace but find yourself defiantly stuck in reality as Negan continues with his speech.

“So now … I’m gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you.”

You draw in a sharp breath, instinctually reaching out to grab Michonne’s arm as you first take in the deadly gaze of Negan, and finding no comfort when you turn to find Michonne with an equally terrified look on her face.

Negan turns slowly in your direction, his face remaining dangerous as he takes two long strides and stops directly in front of you.

Your eyes fall on one another’s as he takes you in, running a gloved hand over his long face “Jesus.” He takes a step closer, his boots falling only an inch from where you kneel.

“You still with us darlin’? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” His lip twitches and gives way to a wolfish grin, as he leans in close and loudly whispers, “And not the friendly one.”

Choosing to ignore his illy timed joke, you opt for continuing to stare into his eyes, looking for any shred of hope that this night isn’t going to go as you anticipate. Grievously, you come up short as he stands to full height and raises the bat over his shoulder half-heartedly, “Maybe I should just put you out of your misery right now.”

“No!” Your heart drops as Daryl screams and jumps out of line towards Negan, before being thrown to the ground by a heavily scarred man and struck repeatedly.

“Stop it!” The words leave your mouth without thought at the sight of Daryl’s bleeding and defenseless position. Your whole body shakes in terror, certain that you’re going to see Daryl die before you meet your own brutal end.

Negan turns with a disappointed gaze and a bored sigh, “Nope. Nope, get him back in line.”

As Daryl is harshly placed, kneeling in his former position, Negan turns back toward the group. “Alright, listen. Don’t any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions. First one’s free. It’s an emotional moment,” he smirks and points dejectedly at Daryl, “I get it.”

A brief moment of silence follows as you peer over at Daryl, tears pooling in your eyes. Negan continues prating down to Rick, but you permit your eyes to remain focused on Daryl for a long while, trying to wordlessly convey to him that everything would be just fine.

Negan appears in front of you, calculatingly pointing his bat an inch from your nose, but you focus on his face, not allowing yourself to ponder too long on the weapon that could bash your head in at any moment.

“Eenie.”

He continues determinedly down the line, passively acquainting the bat with each of your companions.

“And you-“

You grind your knees into the ground.

“Are-“

You will yourself to wake up, thinking this surely cannot be real.

“It.”

To your horror, he stops directly to your left, and you turn to see Abraham straighten his form in firm defiance.

“Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy’s other eye out and feed it to his father and then we’ll start.”

The pools of tears finally fall from your eyes, cascading down your paled cheeks.

“You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry.” He glances toward you so quickly that you almost miss it. “Hell, you’re all gonna be doing that.”

He raises the bat high in the air, and you squeeze your eyes shut, hearing a sickening crack, and seemingly feeling the reverberation of the blow rattle your own skull. Terrorized screams erupt from every direction, as a second blow lands, and then a third, and then a fourth, as the blunt thuds morph into a stomach-turning squelch. Warmth splatters across your face, which you can only assume to be gore, but still you refuse to open your eyes.

You grind your raw knees deeper into the gravel.

It feels like an eternity before the sound finally stops, and you wrench your eyes open, immediately feeling as if your own head would explode upon seeing the pile of brain matter, which was Abraham only moments prior, splayed less than a foot away.

“Oh, my goodness! Look at this!” Negan swings Lucille towards the group, splattering Abraham’s blood carelessly, before giving a knowing and drawn-out chuckle. “You guys, look at my dirty girl!”

You fall forward on your hands, tightly grasping the gore covered dirt and gravel in your shaking hands.

“Sweetheart,” Negan’s raspy voice growls above you, as he places the bat in your face once again, carnage dripping and hanging from the barbed wire. He opens his mouth with a shit-eating grin as if to speak, but as you look up and meet his eyes just as before, he falls deafeningly silent. His eyes squint ever so slightly, and you can tell that he’s pondering over something, perhaps over if you would be next to become familiarized with the end of his bat. You squeeze the gravel encased in your hands until you know that you’ve drawn blood, as you continue staring despairingly into his eyes.

He leisurely lowers the bat, grin having never left his face, and speaks over his shoulder, “Dwight. Gently load this one up.” The scarred man, whom you now know to be Dwight, springs into action toward you. You release a worried breath, dropping the earth from your hands, and wondering for a moment if attempting to run would be your best option. “Gently.”

Dwight takes you by the forearm and pulls you from the ground, guiding you to one of the savior’s vans.

They’re taking me, your legs go numb at this realization as you’re placed into the back of the van. The last thing you see before the doors shut and you’re plunged into an uncertain darkness, is Rick’s slouched form and his blood-covered face, staring back at you with a look of utter defeat.

[m-jelly]

The bunny's keeper - the end

@ladycheesington <3

Levi x fem! reader.

Modern AU, fluff, romance, falling in love, Levi has tattoos and piercings, bad boy Levi, protective Levi, descriptions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of weapons, mentions of wedding, happy ending.

I hope you all enjoyed this one. I know it was short but I hope it was a fun story. I suffered a lot with mental things with this story and a lot of me thinks that this was not one of my best works. This story could have a sequel, I can feel it. These two could have a great future fighting a lot of bad gangsters, keeping their power and possibly going abroad. They'd have a wonderful group of children. Kay and reader would work well together making wonderful things and be powerful ladies. Levi and the reader would get up to a lot of fun, Levi would be even more protective of her and hurt anyone who gets too close.

Massive thank you to @ladycheesington for helping me flesh this story out and helping with the side plot of Erwin and how the gang started <3

Erwin tapped his thumb against the wheel as he drove through the city. He glanced at the mirror and watched his friend, Levi, fussing over you. You had been out of the hospital for a while and were visiting the doctor now and then for checkups, but you were healing well. Today was a big day. Erwin was leading the charge in the car as multiple cars followed full of members of his gang.

Erwin couldn’t help but smile at how cute you and Levi were. He glanced ahead and saw Francis Seymore’s mansion getting closer. The plan was to go in, wreck the place and drag Francis out of his home. This mansion was the last thing Francis owned, everything else was now Erwin’s. Seymore had been destroyed and there was no saving his reputation after news got out about you.

He pulled up and glanced back at Levi. “We’re here. Now, remember what we agreed to with Ramiro and Green.”

Levi nodded. “Destroy the home and some minor beating up of Mr Seymore.”

You opened the door and climbed out. “I’m ready to go.”

Levi chuckled and followed you. “Hang on little bunny.” He pushed his finger through the loop of your trousers for a belt and pulled you over to him. “Don’t go hopping off.”

You gripped his shirt and pressed your body against his. “I’ll be good.”

He grabbed your bum and kissed you. “I know you will. I need to show you something.”

You frowned a little. “What is it?”

“I got you a custom-made gift.” He smiled as Erwin opened the boot and brought over a case. “Erwin helped me find the materials so I could make it for you.”

Erwin released the clips on the case and opened it to reveal a custom-made sledgehammer, it was a bit light for you to use and had pretty colours. “You deserve revenge. So, you get the first smash of the things in the home.”

You squealed in delight as you looked at it. “It’s perfect!” You picked it up and bounced. “It’s so pretty and light too.”

Levi kissed your cheek. “Break anything you want, okay?”

You nodded and gripped it tightly. “I want to break everything.”

Erwin closed the case. “We’ll make the introductions.”

Levi slapped you on the bum. “You’ve got this, my wild bunny.” He stormed up the path to the front door. “Erwin?”

Erwin pressed the doorbell but had no answer and knocked, but still, there was nothing. “Levi, mind opening up for us?”

Levi smirked. “Got it.” He twisted his body and slammed his foot against the door causing it to splinter. “Tch, stubborn reinforced door.”

You squealed in delight. “My man is so strong!”

Levi glanced over at you. “You like that? Watch this.” He turned and rammed his foot into the door causing it to obliterate. “Tch, how about that?”

You clapped your hands. “Amazing!”

“You think so?”

You kissed Levi’s cheek a few times. “Yes.” You raced inside. “I’m gonna smash things!”

Erwin chuckled. “You better keep an eye on her. She’s still healing.”

Levi smiled. “Thank you.” He followed you into the living room and stood by the door as you slammed your hammer into the huge TV. “Nice one, bunny.”

You giggled and threw the sledgehammer down on the glass coffee table. “Take that!” You screamed and smashed everything in view. “You piece of shit!” You smashed the window as the team hurried in the front door to hunt down where Seymore was hiding.

Levi pointed to a huge vase. “That’s worth millions. He’ll view it as priceless.”

You put your hammer down and grabbed the vase. “Stupid vase!”

Levi moved closer. “Bunny, be careful it’s heavy.”

You screamed and threw it through the window. You laughed as it smashed into pieces on the stone floor. You turned and grabbed your sledgehammer. A rush of emotions was going through you, you were hurting emotionally and physically. The emotions guided you past a battered-looking Seymore being manhandled by Erwin’s men and into his bar.

Seymore lifted his head and said your name. “You’re alive. You’re okay!” He frowned. “Where are you going? N-No, not my collection of aged drinks! Please!”

You slammed the sledgehammer against the bottles over and over. You zoned out of the shouts and cheers as you felt a panic coming on. It hurt holding back a sob. You charged past the group and upstairs. You went right for the grand main bedroom. You threw your sledgehammer around and broke everything in view. With each smash, you let out a scream from your soul.

Levi stood in the doorway and softly said your name. “It’s okay.”

You started shaking and could barely lift the hammer. “Mm.”

“I know, I know, it’s okay.”

You picked up his cologne and threw it at his mirrors. “I hate him!” You slumped to your knees and started crying. “I hate him.”

Levi sat in front of you. “I hate him too.”

You flopped onto his lap and sobbed. “Levi.”

Levi played with your hair. “I’m right here.”

You clung to him and cried for a bit. “I just…”

“You’ve been holding back a lot.”

“I have.”

He smiled sweetly. “Cry as much as you need to, okay?” He smiled as you clambered onto his lap. “Do you want me to hold him?”

You nodded. “Mm.”

He wrapped his arms around you and started rocking with you in his arms. He kissed the top of your head. “You wore out your emotions, huh?”

You clung tighter to him. “Yes.”

“You feel better?”

You pulled back a little. “Yeah.”

He pushed his fingers into your hair. “May I kiss you?”

You leaned closer to him. “Please.”

He tilted his head and paused a moment. He smiled a little and let out a cute chuckle before kissing you. He nipped your lip before pushing his tongue onto your mouth. A loving moan escaped you both. He lightly kissed you after and sighed. “You wanna smash some more things?”

You nodded. “I’m ready now.” You pouted a bit as you played with Levi’s shirt. “So, I have an idea.”

“Oh yeah?”

You sniffed a bit. “I didn’t smash all the bottles so there is a lot left and I’m sure he has a cellar full, right?”

Levi nodded. “Right.”

You snuffled closer. “Why don’t we host a party here? People can help us trash the place. We can have some fun and even take some stuff and sell it. The money we make can go towards people who need it. Seymore owes so many people.”

Levi smiled. “Perfect idea. I’ll tell Erwin and we’ll make the calls.” He helped you to stand up before moving you downstairs. “Oi, oi? Erwin?”

Erwin slammed a bat into Seymore’s gut before turning to Levi. “Yes?”

“Bunny had an idea.”

Erwin walked over with the bat resting on his shoulder. “Shoot.”

You nibbled your lip. “Well, I was thinking we have a party here. Drink all his booze, play some good music and some dancing. His garden is massive enough and his home.”

Erwin chuckled. “Sounds like fun. I’ll make the calls.”

You cleared your throat. “There anyone you can bring in to sell a lot of things in here?”

He looked around and hummed in thought. “I know a guy. We’ll make a lot of money. What do you want to do with all of the money?”

“Give it to the people he wronged.”

Erwin pulled his phone out. “On it. Why don’t you two take a seat outside? The sun is nice.”

Levi put his arm around you. “Let’s raid his kitchen.”

You gasped. “Yes.” You dragged Levi along to the kitchen and released his hand as soon as you saw the fridge. “Holy shit. It’s massive.”

“Thought you only said that about my cock.”

You gasped a bit as you registered what Levi said before laughing. “Dirty man. You’re right though.” You yanked the door open. “Look at all this food. Oh! This is top-of-the-line steak!” You gazed at Levi. “Can we eat it?”

Levi grabbed it and checked it over. “Sure. I can cook this up. Firstly, though.” He picked you up and sat you on the counter. “Stay right there, okay?”

You giggled. “Yes.”

He grabbed you a can of diet pop and handed it over. “Enjoy, my darling bunny.” He tied on an apron and started preparing a meal. “You want anything with it?”

You shifted on the counter. “Tacos.”

He kissed you and began looking for everything he needed. “Alright, let’s get cooking.”

You nibbled your lip. “You look hot.”

“Thank you.” He started cooking and glancing at you now and then. “Could you supply me with kisses to keep me going?”

You leaned over and kissed him. “I just want to nibble you all over.”

“I would like that.” He pulled his phone out and handed it to you. “Have a look at my bookmarks.”

You unlocked his phone and smiled at how you were his lockscreen and background. You opened up the tabs and eyed the houses he had saved. “These are huge!”

“We can afford bigger. Darling bunny, we’re filthy rich now.”

You nibbled your lip. “You’re right. I don’t need to worry about money anymore.” You hummed in thought as you looked at each one. “I really like four of them. I want to go visit.”

“I’ll arrange it.” He kissed you. “Let me guess, they are all out of the city?”

You nodded. “One is stunning. It’s up in the hills looking down on the city. Nice big pool, as well as a great garden for our kids.”

Levi blushed. “Perfect. It does give the Hollywood hill houses vibes.”

You hummed in happiness. “Could be a good home for us. Somewhere away from the danger.” You smiled at Levi. “I can see us making a family at all of these places.”

“So can I.” He plated up the dinner and handed you a plate. “Eat up.”

You hummed in happiness as the base of the music shook the building. “Delicious, thank you.”

Levi smiled as he ate his while people outside were cheering and opening bottles of booze. “It’s really good.”

You licked your lips. “Sounds like they’re having fun out there.”

He hummed. “You’re right.” He placed his plate down and licked his lips. “I’m going to look if he has dessert.”

You sighed. “I want cake and ice cream.”

Levi looked everywhere. “Nothing. Do you wanna leave?”

You nodded and opened your arms. “Yes.”

He picked you up and held you. “We’ll go to a hotel we own, order room service and relax.”

“I’d love that. I’m really tired.”

He placed you on your feet and placed his hand on your forehead. “You’re burning up a bit. I think you did a bit too much today. You’re still healing, little bunny.”

You grabbed your sledgehammer. “Bed.”

“Cake then bed.”

You held his hand. “Yes.”

The waves crashing on the sand were a very soothing sound to you. It was nice to just get away from the city. Relaxing with the man you loved in Greece was everything you needed and the fact you were getting married tomorrow was even more exciting. The fact that everything around you both had happened in over a year's timespan was insane to you. As a couple, you had gone from being very poor to filthy rich.

Levi walked over with two drinks and a soft smile on his face. “Hey, bunny.”

“Hey.”

He sat down and placed the drinks on the little table. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

He eyed the beach dress you had on. “You not hot in that?”

You pulled at it. “I’m a little warm.”

He shifted over to you on the couple's sun bed. “Bunny.”

You lowered your head. “You make scars and tattoos look good. I don’t.” You welled up. “Seymore scarred me badly.” You rubbed your tears. “I tried different creams to make them go, but they won’t.”

Levi reached over and caressed your cheek. “Bunny, I think your scars are gorgeous. I have kissed them many times.”

You hummed a laugh. “You have.”

He ran his hand up your thigh. “You’re more beautiful than you think. Plus, if anyone says anything nasty I will break their hands.”

You giggled. “You’re such a bad boy.”

“I am.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I can’t believe you used to be so flustered around me, but now you are dripping with confidence.”

He pushed his hands under your dress. “You brought out the true me. You made me feel like I could be the real me. I discovered who I was and I love who I am.”

You smiled as you caressed his cheek. “Levi, that’s so beautiful.”

“You’re just incredible.”

You straddled Levi and pulled your dress off. “Here.”

Levi smiled as he admired you in your vintage-looking bikini. “Look at you.” He ran his hands over your waist. “You are so sexy.” He leaned closer and dragged his tongue up between your breasts. “Mmm, delicious little bunny.”

“Thank you.”

He lifted you and stood you on your feet. “Shall we go for a swim?”

You bounced up and down. “Yes, please.”

He chuckled as you ran to the water. “I’m coming, little bunny!”

You squealed as he sprinted after you. “Deadly grumpy!”

He jumped and tackled you into the water. “Got you.”

You giggled as you played with Levi in the water. You jumped at him and tackled him into the water. You screamed when he threw you into the water. You swam closer, jumped onto his back and bit his shoulder. You locked your legs around his front and started kissing his neck and nuzzling him. You made sure to press all of your body against him.

Levi placed his hands on your arms. “You win, bunny. I cannot resist your boobs against my back.”

You kissed the side of his head. “I love you.” You slipped off his back and swam in front of him. “I love you so much.”

He pulled you against him and kissed you. “I love you more than anything. I am so sorry about all the things you’ve been through. You’re so incredible and strong.”

You felt your cheeks flush. “Oh, well, I’m okay.”

“Our children will be so adorable and strong.” He cupped your face. “Just like their momma.”

You whined. “Leviii.”

He chuckled and kissed you. “Have I flustered my little bunny?”

“Yes.”

He held you close. “Forgive me, little bunny.” He nuzzled against you. “I will have to make up for being a naughty grumpy.”

You pouted. “I know how.”

He kissed you and smiled against your lips. “How?”

“By marrying me tomorrow.”

He chuckled. “I can do that. Very happily do that.”

You giggled. “Good.”

He held you in his arms and swam around for a bit before he picked you up and carried you to the sunbed again. “You seem tired.”

You hummed. “I am.” You sighed. “Ever since getting hurt I’ve been getting tired.”

Levi lay you on the bed. “That’s okay. It means I get to look after you more.” He played with your hair. “I love looking after you. Plus, you know how little I slept before you. This just means I sleep more. We nap together.”

You giggled. “I love the positive.”

He kissed you and hummed in happiness. “Nap time.” He held you close and kissed your forehead now and then. “My precious bunny.”

After a while, Levi knew you wouldn’t be getting up. So, he carried you to the room on the beach and tucked you into bed after changing you. He changed himself and spooned you in bed as you both slept until the next day. He got up before you and checked on you to make sure you were okay. He gave you a gentle kiss causing you to wake up.

You sat up and rubbed your eyes. “Morning, handsome.”

Levi leaned over and kissed you. “Good morning, my precious bunny.”

You giggled as he offered you a fork with pancake and bacon on. You ate it and hummed in happiness. “Yummy.”

He wiped the corner of your mouth. “You ready to get married?”

You nodded. “I am. Are you?”

He smiled at you. “More than ready.” He fed you the rest of your breakfast. “I ran a bath for us. We can cuddle and enjoy a bit of peace together.” He held you close and walked with you to the bathroom. “I made it romantic.”

You slipped your dress off and walked up to Levi in the nude. “I love you.”

“I love you always and forever.” He picked you up making you giggle. “Let’s cuddle.” He sat in the bath and held you close. “You slept for a while yesterday.”

“I got a bit upset over my body. It tired me out a bit.”

He started washing your hair for you. “I don’t want to worry you, but marrying with me means marrying someone dangerous. Seymore may be gone, but there will be others that will come for us.” He cupped your face. “We’ll never be fully out of danger. I swear to protect you and our children. I will not die but live for you and them.”

You leaned into his touch as you closed your eyes. “I believe you with all my heart and soul.” You opened your eyes. “I’ve also proven that I’m a tough cookie. I can fight too. I’ll live for you and our family. Besides, we’ve got such a massive following now that I think we’ll be fully protected.”

“You’re right.”

You washed Levi’s hair before climbing out of the bath. “Come on Levi. Don’t you want to marry this fine ass?”

He chuckled as you slapped your wet bum. “Oh, you have no idea how badly I want to marry you.”

You squealed as Levi leapt out of the bath and chased you down. “Leviii! We have to marry, no sex until later.”

He tackled you into his arms and showered your face with kisses. “The first time I get to make love to my wife is tonight.”

You nodded. “That’s right.” You dried off and put on your cute underwear. You grabbed your wedding dress and felt your heart flutter. You slipped it on then paused. “Levi? Could you zip me up?”

Levi walked over to you as he buttoned up his shirt. He paused a moment and gazed at you. “You are dazzling.”

You smiled over at Levi. Your heart skipped a beat as you took him in. “Levi, you are a vision.”

“Thank you.” He zipped your dress up before wrapping his arms around you. “You’re so beautiful.”

You placed your hand on Levi’s. “You’re so handsome.” You turned in his arms. “Let me help you put the rest on.” You walked away and grabbed a blazer for him, then helped him put it on. “You look so dashing.”

“Good enough to be your husband?”

You smiled. “Better.”

He cupped your face and kissed you. “My darling bunny. My whole world. Let us be joined as one before our families and friends.”

You snorted a laugh. “Sorry, my brain went kinky.”

He picked you up making you squeak. “Naughty bunny.” He carried you to the door to the beach, he followed the path with you in his arms until he reached a ruined Greek temple all done up. “A dream.”

You hugged Levi. “It really is.”

Levi placed you on your feet. “Are you ready to spend eternity together?”

You held his hand tightly. “I am. I have wanted nothing more.”

He leaned closer and kissed you. “Mrs Bunny Ackerman.”

You giggled. “Will I still be your bunny when I’m old and wrinkled?”

He nodded. “You will.” He held you against him. “You’ll always be the love of my life. You will forever be mine, forever and always.” He smiled. “What about you? Will you love me even when I’m old and wrinkled?”

You hugged his side. “Levi, I will love you no matter what. You are everything to me. I will love every inch of you. You will forever be mine. I love you, Levi Ackerman with every fibre of my body and soul.”

Levi smiled. “Let’s get married.”

[idontplaytrack]

I’ll make it anywhere

Janis ‘Imi’ike x Regina George(+ little sister reader)

Warnings: fluff, coarse language

Part 2 of 3. Read part 1 here.

“I asked her out.”

“And?” Regina asked.

“Thea said yes. We’re going out Friday after school to see a movie and hang out at the mall.” You nearly squealed.

Regina chuckled, “See? We told you everything would be fine.”

“I just…don’t really want to be too excited about this because mom’s been keeping a real close eye on me ever since you’ve been out of the house.”

“I get it.” Regina answered. “Have fun, though.”

“I will, Reg. Thanks.” You sat down on your bed, dropping your backpack on your desk chair.

You got up on your feet a minute later, still on the phone with Regina when you put your phone on the dresser and put her on speaker mode. “How’s Janis? She had the flu a couple days ago, didn’t she?”

“Hi, y/n.” Janis greets, “I’m all better now, thanks for asking.”

“That’s great.” You smiled while opening up your dresser drawers to grab a change of clothes. While you got changed, Janis asks, “How ya doing?”

“Cannot wait for summer already.” You sigh, flopping back onto your bed with your phone in hand.

“Plans?” Regina asks, curious.

“I barely made a few hundred over spring break. Not sure if I wanna continue working while school’s ongoing.” You laugh, “Just dreaming about the city again, and the bagels, god the bagels.”

“We can fly you in again, you know.” Regina mentions. “Or let mom know and you two will be here before you know it.”

“Eh, true.” You chuckled. “Can I stay with you guys again?”

“Of course.” They answered in sync.

You hung up after awhile, wanting to take a nap. “I’m gonna go, I wanna take a nap.”

“Okay, remember to do your homework.” Your sister reminded you.

“I will, right after I get some sleep.”

“Bye, ladybug.” Regina says with a laugh, “Talk to you again soon.”

“Bye, Reggie.”

You tossed your phone aside and quickly fell asleep. When you woke up, it was only because your mom knocked on your door.

“Dinner’s ready, honey.”

“I’m up, Mom. I’ll be right there.” You rolled over onto your back, stretching your arms out. You took your phone with you and sat at the table with your mom to have dinner together. “You’re not going to meet up with Dad?”

“No, I already told him. The answer will always be no. He left us. I don’t want to be around him anymore.” You bite back a sigh, poking your fork into the vegetable lasagna. Dinner went by as per usual, some questions here and there about your day, but it was generally…okay, sometimes a little awkward since you wouldn’t have much to say. You really just didn’t have much going on right now.

“Hey, honey.” She held onto your wrist, and you stopped walking.

“Yeah?” You turned around to face her.

“How is that situation with um…” She began.

“Doran?” You asked expectantly, “He apologised and hasn’t stared at me since. Let’s…hope it stays that way.”

She nods, giving you a hug, “That’s great. But you know what to do if—”

“I’ll tell you, and tell the school.”

“That’s right.” June nodded, “Okay, have a good night, honey. Sleep tight!”

————

“Hey.” You felt a tap on your shoulder, causing you to look back swiftly.

“Oh, hi, Thea.” You smiled, “What’s up?”

“Nothing much, wanna sit together at lunch?”

“Sure, whoever gets to the cafeteria first finds us a table?”

Thea agrees, “Sounds good. You have calc before lunch?”

“Yeah, in 313.”

“Oh.” Thea nods, “I’ll be in 117 right near the cafeteria.”

“Nice, would be helpful since we only have thirty minutes for lunch.” You chuckled.

“Thirty minutes is not enough.” Thea quips.

The first bell rings, interrupting the conversation. “Especially with you.” She continues. You looked away so quickly, feeling your cheeks heat up. She gives you a hug and says, “See you at lunch. Have a good day.”

You laughed awkwardly, “See you at lunch, Thea.”

The rest of your day seemed to drag on. You were practically buzzing with excitement, staring at the clock watching the time tick by. You couldn’t wait for lunchtime. She kept creeping into your mind— it was distracting.

Three hours later, it was finally time for lunch. You made a beeline for the cafeteria, winding your way through the sea of students in the hallways. You saw Thea sit down at a table, so you walked faster to get to where she was. “Hey!” Thea’s face lit up at the sight of you.

“Hi, Thea.” You set your bag down, “Let’s go get our food before the line gets any longer.”

“Good call. I hate queuing up for lunch, we barely have enough time to eat most days.”

“I actually thought of making my own lunches. But I don’t wanna sacrifice my sleep.” You laughed, moving up in the line.

“If you ask me, sleep is more important. Considering how early school starts, and we have to get ready, have breakfast, make our way here.”

“Exactly!” You exhaled, “Most days I get home from school and I just crash until dinner. Then I have dinner, do my homework or some revision, I shower, then I barely have enough time to do anything else for myself.”

“It’s probably only gone get worse from here, y/n.” Thea chortled, “We have one foot out of high school to college.”

“Ugh.” You groaned, “College freaks me out a little right now, if I’m being honest.”

“It’s pretty scary.” Thea agrees, “It’s still quite far away, but near enough that we know we gotta quit playing around.”

“I have like seven schools in mind, three dream schools, four safetys.” You revealed,

“I have eight. Four each.” Thea scoffs, “I know I’m a good student but somehow it just doesn’t feel like enough. The grades show it, but I can’t help but feel like I will still suck somehow,”

“Our minds…tricky.” You nodded, lips pursed, “We could be doing the best we can but sometimes still feel like our best isn’t good enough, even though we may be working ourselves half to death.”

Thea quirked a brow, nodding.

“Well that took a dark turn.” You bit the inside of your cheek, sipping on your sparkling water.

“It’s the truth. I agree with that, life can be tough in that sense.” Thea shrugged, unfazed.

“Mm.” You hummed, glancing at her.

————

After that little lunch thing with Thea on Tuesday, that’s how the rest of your week went. You sat with Thea during lunch whenever possible, and got to know her outside of class. Turns out, the two of you had pretty similar beliefs. In particular, how the universe always had three answers for people: no, not yet, or I have something better for you.

You believed in that for as long as you could remember. But ever since getting to know Thea, that belief has only strengthened.

School let out early on Friday so you went home right after to get ready to go out with Thea in a couple hours. You met up with her at the mall, watched the movie and was then walking around just chatting. Everything was going great, you felt like you two really clicked. She was really sweet and went home with you that night to make sure you got back safe and sound. So absolutely nothing would have prepared you for the hell that was the coming weekend. Thea asks you out to brunch the next day and being excited to spend more time with her, you agreed. Everything went fine— like usual, the conversation was unending, lots of anecdotes shared…along with laughter. But then it came to a screeching halt when she mentioned that her parents were out of town, and invited you to her house. You chewed the inside of you cheek, feeling your heart beginning to race. The way she asked you…you were sure she didn’t just want you to go to her house to hang out. She wanted to hook up with you. You wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, but then she continued and asked if you wanted to have sex. She actually explicitly used those words. And well, your eyes looked like they were going to pop out from your head, having not expected a question like this. Even though the thought has crossed your mind once, actually going through with it was scary.

Somehow, you were in her room, making out with her— you’d let desire take over instead of letting your head freak you out. Thea did say that you two didn’t have to do anything more if you didn’t want to.

You feel her hand roaming lower and lower, and your sobriety became more and more apparent. “Mm-mm, no, no. I don’t want to. I’m not ready.”

Thea instantly pulled away. “That’s okay.”

“Excuse me.” You stumbled out of her bed, asking her where her bathroom was.

“Right across from the hall.” She told you.

You walked in there, locking the door behind yourself as you stared at yourself in the mirror, hands grabbing the edge of countertop till your knuckles turned white. You took deep breaths until your breathing evened out again, screwing your eyes shut until the racing thoughts died down.

“You alright, y/n?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I uh— I just— I just need to go, I’m sorry. It’s been a lot of fun, but I freaked out and I’m sorry—”

“Hey.” Thea looked at you, concerned, “Hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it, we’ll let things happen naturally. If it happens, it happens. If it doesn’t, it’s fine too.”

You exhaled harshly, “Okay.”

“Do you want me to drive you home?”

“It’s okay, I want to be on my own for a bit. Thank you, though.”

“Yeah, of course. Have a safe trip back home.”

From the moment you got home and have been debating in your head who to talk to. It then became a toss up between Janis and Regina. Your final choice was Janis.

“Hey, what’s up?” She chirped.

“Uh, so— I don’t know if Regina told you but I went on a date?”

“With Thea yesterday.” She replied.

“And today.” You continued.

“Okay.” Janis answered calmly.

“It was great at first, we just went out to brunch and talked a bunch then she suddenly told me that her parents weren’t home and asked if I wanted to go over to hers,” You started to explain, “I thought, ‘okay, that would be fine’. But no, she said more— she asked if we should hook up. Well, long story short I did go over but we only made out. But she wanted to go further, I stopped her because I didn’t want that yet. I told her I couldn’t do it, she said it was okay but I was still freaked out and decided to leave…to go home. I don’t even know why it’s such a big deal because things turned out to be okay, I’ve been home a few hours now I thought of calling Regina but I thought you’d be the better choice— I just don’t wanna worry her. And she can be a little— overwhelming.”

“I get it, it’s a lot to process but it’s still very early on. If it makes you feel any better I was so damn nervous about my first time but if it’s with the right person, you just forget about your worries eventually. If you two had a conversation about it, and things were okay before you left her house, I don’t think you have anything to worry about. Take the rest of the weekend to clear your mind, focus on yourself, doing what you want. To put it simply, if she really likes you and cares about you, she wouldn’t force you into anything. A relationship isn’t just about the physical things.”

“I- I know. Thanks, Jan. I just needed to get that out of my system. Thanks for hearing me out.”

“Any time, bubs.” She assured, “And um, it was a good thing you didn’t call Reg because she went to bed early— her back started to act up today and she took painkillers then just slept.”

“Oh, no.” You sulked, biting your nail, “Is she okay? Did the meds help? Sometimes it doesn’t help.”

“She’s fine, it did help. It took away some of the pain, she managed to fall asleep pretty quickly. I’ve been up for a bit to complete a new art piece and keeping an eye on her. So far, everything’s going well.”

“Okay.” You gnawed on your bottom lip, “Don’t sleep too late though.”

“No promises.”

“Janis.” You warned, “Come on.”

“Alright, alright. Thirty minutes then I’m off to bed. You, too, okay?”

“Fine.” You sulked.

“Good niiight.” She chuckles.

“Night, Jan. Thank you.”

She joked, “Of course, bubs. Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

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💭A/N:

Took wayyy longer than expected but I got it done. Hope you enjoyed 🥲✨

[majestyeverlasting]

PROMPT LIST REQUESTS

Cold Little Paws - In favor of not waking you up one morning, Bucky leaves the bedroom to take a phone call. And it gives you a temporary scare when you wake up and he isn't by your side.

No Such Thing as Winning by Default Tonight - One evening during a play fight, Bucky learns that his little family sure does have a few tricks up their sleeves.

As Long as It's With You - There’s nothing like summer in the city.

I Can Feel It Too - You and Bucky travel down to Delacroix, Louisiana to meet up with Sam, Sarah, and the boys at a nice vacation rental on the lake.

Remember the Good Parts - You and Bucky attend a banquet in Washington D.C., but it isn’t until afterwards that things take a peculiar turn as the result of a forgotten tube of lipstick.

Till Dawn - Bucky and Eden have the house to themselves because you and Jamie are away for the night. Let's just say bedtime gets pushed back.

All I Ever Wanted - You and Bucky visit a park in Brooklyn that stirs up some nostalgic memories. But what he doesn’t know is that, later that night, he’ll learn that he’s going to be a father.

As Many as You Want - You and Bucky spend your first night together after a few weeks apart, and you realize how much you’ve missed each other’s closeness.

What Comes Naturally - Your doubts lead you and Bucky to explore the idea of what it means to add value to the world.

Mornings Like These - Just another morning at the Barnes residence.

In Your Arms - Unvoiced feelings come to the surface, and neither you or Bucky can deny how right it feels.

Once More - You accompany Bucky on an assignment in Germany, and the two of you take advantage of the special housing arrangement you're given on a private portion of the beach.

Brighter Than We Know - Fairy lights, caresses, and kisses while under a sky full of stars.

Then Came the Sun - You and Bucky spend the night together for the first time.

We’ll Always Have Tonight - Sometimes all the soul needs is a night to be cuddled by the campfire with family.

You’re Always What I Need - There’s nothing quite like a new place to call home. After the kitchen is organized just the way you like it, you begin to notice small changes within the following days.

Those Who Long for the Night - Neon lights, epiphanies, and love after dark. It is Madripoor, after all.

To Be Still - You kissed him because you didn’t know what else to say. He smiled into it, and you pulled away just enough to murmur against his upturned lips, “I’m so glad you’re back.”

For Funsies:

Pieces of Us - You come home on a Saturday afternoon to jazz in the air. And it isn’t long before your new manicure catches Bucky’s attention.

These Hands Are For You - The raking of leaves, muffins, and baby kicks on a fall afternoon.

Whispers Amid Candlelight - After a long day, Bucky is more than willing to ensure that you de-stress and have a proper send off to bed.

We’re Gonna Be Okay - It’s Bucky’s first night back from a two-month-long mission. The two of you spend it enjoying each other's company.

What Happens in the Dark - You and Bucky are awakened to the fact that what lies between you is transcendent of the bounds of friendship.

Hang in There, Super Soldier - The main festivities of Halloween night have dwindled, yet the fun lives on.

Always Back to You - After coming home a little roughed up, Bucky seeks forgiveness for not being candid about a mission in D.C. But all you truly care about is the fact that he made his way back to you.

I Felt It in My Bones - Snowflakes fall from a darkening sky as you and Bucky reminisce about moments that made you feel alive.

Everyone I Love's in This Place - There are some places that always manage to feel like home. And after spending time with the Wilson family and their friends in Delacroix, you can safely say that the community is one of them.

Irresistible You - Gingerbread houses are sweet, but kisses shared with Bucky are always sweeter.

A Warmth That Never Fades - Love, family, and Christmas Day.

Something Like Forever - Bucky spends the night at your place for the first time, and learns about something special that you’ve held on to since you were young.

Right Where You Are - You started out as a curious pair of eyes across a crowded room. And at a time when Bucky isn’t looking for love, he grows to find it in you.

A Little Less Restless - As Bucky finds himself within the still familiarity of Brooklyn, he comes to realize that he deserves nice things. And, most of all, that he deserves you.

DRABBLE REQUESTS

Never the Same - Things are never going to be the same, but perhaps you saw it coming all along.

I've Got You - Life's always sweeter when you're by each other's side.

Never For To Long - In the heat of the moment, Bucky says something to you that he doesn't mean, and after a period of reflection he's set on making things right.

Belonging - Like a moth drawn to a flame, you pressed yourself even closer to his body, situating your arms around his neck yet again. This time, you rested your chin on his shoulder and closed your eyes. A little taste of forever. 

Count of Three - “I’m staying here, and I’m not moving. I don’t care about your empty threats! Hey—wait—what are you doing?”

The World Won’t Fall Apart - After a lifetime of running to fight after fight, Bucky is learning what it means to be at ease.

[helluva-family]

Cuuuuuuuute

The Baby Shower is being held at the grand ballroom of a luxurious hotel in Imp City, decorated with a blend of pastel blues and pinks to celebrate both Moxxie’s and Blitzø’s upcoming babies. Balloons float near the ceiling, streamers hang from the walls, and a large table is set up with gifts, snacks, and an impressive cake with “Congratulations Blitzø & Moxxie!” written in icing.

Millie is the first to arrive, guiding Moxxie through the entrance. Despite the lingering anxiety from his ordeal, Moxxie is trying to keep his spirits up for the sake of the occasion.

Millie: *Beaming as she holds Moxxie’s hand* Look at this, Mox! They really went all out for ya. Ain’t it just perfect?

Moxxie: *Nodding, though still a bit overwhelmed* Yeah… it’s really nice.

As they make their way inside, Joe and Lin follow close behind, with Sallie Mae bringing up the rear. Lin’s face lights up when she sees the decorations, and she immediately starts fussing over Moxxie.

Lin: *Excitedly* Oh, Moxxie, this is gonna be such a special day! I’m so proud of you two, bringin’ a little one into the world. And don’t you worry ‘bout a thing — we’re all here for ya.

Moxxie: *Smiling faintly, trying to focus on the positive* Thanks, Lin. I appreciate it.

As the room starts to fill up, Blitzø enters with Stolas by his side. Ørion runs ahead of them, eager to join the fun, while Loona trails behind, looking somewhat disinterested but still present for her dad.

Loona: This is all pretty… fancy. Ørion’s been excited all morning.

Ørion: *Bouncing with excitement, he tugs on Blitzø’s sleeve* Daddy, can we see the presents? I wanna see what the baby’s gonna get!

Blitzø: *Laughs and ruffles Ørion’s feathers* Sure thing, kiddo. Just let everyone get settled in first.

Fizzarolli and Asmodeus: *Making a grand entrance, Fizzarolli swings an arm around Blitzø as he strolls in, while Asmodeus towers behind him, his presence commanding the room* Well, well, if it isn’t the star of the show! Look at you, Blitz! All glowing and whatnot.

Blitzø: *Grinning widely as he hugs Fizzarolli* Fizz! You made it! And Ozzie, good to see you too! Thanks for coming, guys.

Asmodeus: *Smiling warmly* Wouldn’t miss it for anything, darling. This is a special day, and we’re here to celebrate with you.

As the guests settle in, the room is filled with a sense of warmth and camaraderie. Blitzø and Moxxie, though both a little nervous in their own ways, are surrounded by the people who care about them most. The table is soon filled with gifts, and the atmosphere is one of joy and celebration.

Stolas: *Gently takes Blitzø’s hand, guiding him to a seat as the festivities begin* Let’s get you comfortable, Blitzy. You’ve got a lot of people here who want to celebrate with you.

Millie: *Guiding Moxxie to sit beside Blitzø, she smiles reassuringly at her husband* We’re here for you, Mox. Let’s enjoy this together, okay?

Blitzø: *Leans over to Moxxie, whispering with a grin* Hey, you ready to share this day with me?*

Moxxie: *Smiling faintly, though still a bit overwhelmed* Yeah… I think I’m ready, Sir.