#when you run and trip and fall right onto your LI

[sovonight]

ran off to join the dalish

[lustfulslxt]

What Are You Doing Step Bro? - Chris Sturniolo

summary : you go on a small trip with your new “family”. you and chris, your stepbrother, test the waters and give into your deepest desires.

warnings : step siblings kink, breeding kink, swearing. think that's it, but probably not. NSFW

a/n : i do not want to hear a single thing about how they're related, it's incest, it's gross, it's weird -- whatever the fuck. there are absolutely no blood relations! if you're not into this kinda thing, simply shut up and keep scrolling while the rest of us get our rocks off :)))))))

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His wavy brown hair falls perfectly over his face as he packs his duffel bag. The moonlight illuminates his prominent cheekbones. His long eyelashes brush over his cheeks every time his eyes flutter, the cool light making his bright blue irises damn near glow. His sharp jaw clenches every time his mind runs back to this dreaded 'family' trip. His muscly arms flex with every movement he makes. Every so often, his tongue flicks over his pretty, pink lips. Oh, those lips, how badly I want to feel them dance across my skin. I shouldn't be thinking these kinds of things, but I can't help it. The way he carries himself, so confident and sexy.

It's been a year since our families moved in together. Him, his father, my mother, and me. Our parents got married out of the blue. Honestly, I hadn't even seen much of his father before they announced their engagement, so, it was a surprise they had sprung on us. Then, abruptly uprooting us from our own lives just to come together as a supposed family. We're not family.

His father tries too hard, and Chris is just a douchebag. We bicker so much, yet I can't help but feel extremely attracted to him. There's no doubt in my mind, if he wasn't my stepbrother, I would have been pounced. When we're arguing about who's turn it is for the bathroom, sometimes, I imagine locking us in there and jumping his bones. I know I'm not imagining things, there's an extreme tension between us. However, there's nothing I can do about it.

"Have you even started packing?" His deep voice snaps me from my spiraling thoughts.

I scoff, "Of course, I'm not an idiot. I don't wait until the last minute to do things, like you."

He shakes his head, a smirk pulling to his luscious lips. "I make it work, sweetheart. Just cause you like to be the obedient good little girl."

I turn my head away from him to hide the flush in my cheeks, "Don't call me that."

"Which one?" His smirk grows, "Sweetheart? Or good little girl?"

"Don't call me either of them!" I snap, fulling turning my body to the opposite side of the room.

I can feel my skin burning with desire. I mentally curse myself at my bodily reactions to his simple, yet teasing words. He knows what he's doing, and it's driving me mad. I huff a little before walking off in the direction of my bedroom, his faint chuckling being heard before I close my door.

I jump onto my bed, my limbs sprawling out, and look up at the ceiling. My lips curve upwards, a shit eating grin planting itself on my face. God, I hate him. More so, I hate that I don’t hate him. I hate that I want him as bad as I do. It’s not right.

I spend the rest of the night lying in bed, scrolling through various social medias to keep my mind off of the boy in the room right next to mine. It only seems to work half of the time, my stupid brain continuously wanders back to him. Ugh, why would my mother do this to me? She knows how much I lack self control.

—

The next morning, I spend the first couple of hours getting last minute things ready for our trip. Maybe I lied to Chris last night, saying I had already packed. He doesn’t need to know.

I just got out of the shower and into my room, still wrapped in a towel. I sit on my bed, letting myself cool off and air dry a little bit. After a few minutes of doing nothing, I stand up to dry my hair, only realizing my blow dryer is in the bathroom. I groan and make my way back out into the hall, but when I get to the bathroom door, I realize the shower is running. Of course he’d be in there when I need to grab stuff. After a split second of pondering, I decide to just quickly grab my blow dryer and my brush.

Upon opening the door, steam flows out of the bright room, and I can feel the humidity in there. I scurry to the counter, quickly grabbing my things, when I pause. My eyes staring into the mirror, solely focused on the scene behind me. Our shower door is clear, and though it’s foggy, I can still see right through it.

There, Chris is, in all his glory. His body glistens, water steadily pouring down over him. His hair is stuck to his forehead, his head tilted down while he lets the water run over him. His lean body curving in all the right places. My eyes involuntarily follow his figure down, locking right below his waist. My mouth waters at the sight. His dick hangs down, the same color as his lips, definitely above average. Even from far away, I can see the veins running along side it. My mouth slightly parts at the sight.

“You just gonna stand there and stare at me all day, or you gonna get in?” He asks, his head still facing the floor.

I gasp, slightly embarrassed that he caught me staring at him. “Don’t be weird!”

“Says the one looking at me like she wants to take a bite.” He chuckles, finally turning his head in my direction.

My face catches fire, the rosy shade deepening the longer we make eye contact. I force myself to look away, quickly grabbing my things and running out of there. How humiliating.

Shutting myself in my room, I pause and let out a deep breath. Before I can help it, another grin makes its way to my face. Wow, he’s hung. I shake my head, trying to rid my mind of certain thoughts. Why am I like this?

I set my stuff on my desk, plugging the blow dryer in to get to work. Making sure my towel is securely wrapped around my chest, I start to dry my hair, brushing through it as I go. My hair is super thick, so it usually takes a good minute to fully dry and get it how I like it.

The loud machine blasts in my ears, so loud that I hadn’t notice the presence in my room. The feeling of warm fingertips brushing the back of my thigh, right below my towel, causes me to jump and shriek in fear, my towel falling in the process. I quickly turn around to be met with Chris and his infamous smirk. I hurriedly bend down, yanking my towel back up to cover myself, but it’s too late. He already saw everything, and it’s evident on his features.

“What are you doing?” I squeal.

“What?” He asks, feigning innocence. “You can look at me, but I can’t look at you? That’s not fair, is it?”

“Chris.” I say, swallowing my nerves. “What do you want?”

He grins, flashing his pearly white teeth. “I’m not too sure I’m allowed to answer that. But I won’t tell if you won’t.”

I open my mouth to say something, yet fall short of words. I can’t speak, I can’t even think. He licks his lips and steps closer to me, his hand now brushing against the front of my thigh, just below the towel. My breath hitches in my throat, my skin tingling underneath his touch. He flattens his whole palm against my thigh, leaning in even closer to me.

“Chris!” His dad’s voice calls out from somewhere on the farther side of the house.

He tsks, his lips brushing against my ear, “I guess you’ll have to find out another time, sweetheart.”

Without another word, he walks off, leaving me standing there with a slack jaw as I stare into the distance. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want him. He’s actually going to be the death of me. He makes it so easy to want to be bad.

I swallow, attempting to lubricate my now dry throat, and get back to getting ready. The entire time, Chris and the way his skin felt on mine never leaving my thoughts. In fact, I spent the remainder of my morning fantasizing about what it would be like to have him. All of him. Safe to say, I had to change my panties before leaving my room.

—

It's been a couple of hours since my little run in with Chris. For the most part, I've managed to keep myself occupied to keep him off of my mind. Yet, every now and then, I can feel my thoughts slipping into a steamy abyss filled with erotic fantasies involving my stepbrother. We're all getting ready to leave, taking trips out to the car, filling it with all of our bags and whatnot.

"The resort just called." My mother announces as we all gather at the front door. "Our room is ready for us."

"Splendid! Let's get this show on the road!" Chris' dad cheers, running off to the car with my mom.

Chris and I watch them before looking at each other. A sly smirk pulls to his lips, yet again, and he nods ahead of him. "After you, sweetheart."

I roll my eyes at the nickname and walk towards the backseat of the car. Whistling rings through the air, causing me to snap my head back. Chris is standing in the same spot, looking me up and down with his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Pervert." I mumble, lifting myself onto the seat and start crawling over towards the opposite side of the car.

Before I can even get to my seat, I leap forward with a yelp emitting from my mouth. My head shoots back, my eyes locking with Chris'. He's got that same devilish grin on his face that makes me want to drop my panties.

"What's wrong?" My mom asks from the front seat.

"He-" I start, only to be cut off by Chris.

"She hit her knee on the door."

I glare at him as he climbs in next to me. He shoots me a wink, which I only huff at. I lean over and pinch his arm, causing him to yank it away from me.

"What was that for?" He questions.

"You pinched my ass!" I whisper shout, appalled by his behavior, yet at the same time, turned on.

"Don't act like you didn't like it." He whispers back, his tongue running over his teeth.

I simply shut up, unable to disagree because he's right. I did like it. In fact, I loved it. I roll my eyes once more, annoyance flooding my veins. Not annoyed at him, more so at myself for being so affected by him. It's not right. I close my eyes and lean my head against the window, hoping sleep overcomes me.

I don't know how long it's been before my eyes flutter open, the sound of faint music waking me. My eyes squint, adjusting to the streetlamps that shine as we pass by them. I'm suddenly very aware of a warmth to my right. Looking over, I see Chris sat next to me rather than the opposite window like he was before.

"What are you doing?" I ask, my voice coming out in a low tone.

He looks over at me with furrowed eyebrows, "Minding my business. You should try it sometime, baby."

"Don't be a dick. I just woke up and you're basically sitting on top of me." I scoff, spreading my legs to push his away from me and give myself more room.

That might not have been a good idea. Chris' eyes trail down my body, boring into my parted thighs. I can practically see the gears turning in his head. He, yet again, smirks at me, licking his lips.

He leans into my ear, his warm breath fanning my ear, his voice husky. "Admit it, sweetheart. You'd love it if I was on top of you."

His hand brushes the top of my thigh, his fingertips lightly grazing my bare skin. I have to bite my lip to hold back the breathy moan that threatens to escape due to his words and his touch. When I don't say anything, his hand presses more firmly into me. Very slowly, his hand trails higher and higher, applying the same amount of pressure the whole way up. Today would be the day that I chose to wear a skirt.

My eyes are wide as I watch his hand, my lips slightly parting. I can feel the heat rushing to my face, as well as my core. I feel like I'm on fire. I quickly look at him and notice his gaze hasn't wavered from my face, his brain soaking in my reaction to his movements, trying to burn the image in his mind, so he never forgets it.

A shaky breath leaves my mouth as his hand slides under my skirt, disappearing to do God knows what. I'm stuck in place, not daring to move. I want to see how far he's going to take this; I don't want him to stop. I let out a small gasp as his fingers make contact with my clothed pussy. But just as quick as they're there, a voice moves through the air, and they're gone.

"Are you guys hungry?" His dad asks us, completely oblivious to what his son was doing.

Chris looks at me, awaiting an answer. I gulp, shaking my head, "N-no."

A small chuckle leaves Chris' mouth, his lips brushing against my ear. "I can feel how wet you are. Makes me want to bend you over the console and devour you."

"Oh my God." I mutter, my ears growing hot as I squeeze my legs shut and turn as much as I can to the door.

There's no way I can make it through this trip, absolutely no way. If he keeps this up, I'm going to lose it. I don't even know what he's trying to get out of this. Is he trying to humiliate me? Does he actually want to fuck? I groan, tossing my head back. I'm so screwed.

--

After what felt like the longest car ride of my life, we finally get to our destination. Our parents wanted to stop a get something to eat, so it took even longer to get to the hotel. We make our way inside, bags on top of bags in our hands. After we get checked in, my mom hands me a room key.

"You guys can head up, me and Jerry are going to make a quick pitstop." She informs Chris and me.

I look at her with an 'are you serious?' look, before my eyes subconsciously advert to Chris. He smiles at her and nods, letting them walk off to wherever. I keep my mouth shut and head to the elevators, him following my tail.

We get to the elevator and only have to wait a moment before the doors open. Walking inside, I glance at the room key to confirm the floor level. Without a word, I press the number '6', the doors shutting almost instantly.

"You know-" Chris begins, a slight curve on his lips. "You can lie to yourself all you want, but I can see it all over you. You want me as bad as I want you."

I harshly swallow, looking for the right words to say. Again, I'm left stuck stupid. How does he do this? The simplest statements leave me dazed and practically malfunctioning. He slowly walks over to me, backing me into the wall. I stare up at him, anticipating his every move. His body is pressed firmly against mine, causing me to shiver. His face is millimeters from mine. He lifts his free hand, wrapping it around my neck. My breath catches in my throat, my core throbbing at the small yet extreme gesture.

His fingertips slowly trail upwards, grazing over my chin. His thumb rubs across my lips, putting pressure on my bottom one and gently pulling it down. My lips are parted for just a moment before my bottom lips bounces back after he removes his finger. His hand grasps my jaw, his face inching closer and closer to mine.

"I'm going to destroy you." He whispers against my lips.

Before anything else can take place, the elevator dings and the doors open, snapping me from the trance he always seems to put me in. I quickly compose myself and scurry out of there, following the signs on the walls to get to our room. Once I get there, I swipe the card, running in the second the light clicks green. Chris has to catch the door with his foot, because I was not waiting for him.

Getting in, I take my time to admire the place. Everything looks so elegant and luxury. Since our parents are off doing whatever, I take the liberty to choose my bedroom for the week. The first one I walk into is amazing, and I'm satisfied with it. Tossing my bags at the foot of the bed, I lay back on it, stretching my limbs out. My short-lived peace disturbed when Chris comes strolling in with his bags.

"I already got dibs on this room." I say, pushing myself up on my elbows.

He snickers, "Jokes on you, we're roomies now."

"Excuse me?" I gape at him, "Yeah, no."

"Actually, we are. This is a two-bedroom suite."

"Are you serious right now?" I frown.

He hums, "Mhm. As serious as I was about what I said in the elevator."

My face grows hot, and I have to purse my lips to prevent them from curving up into a smile. I'm actually terrible, because why do I love this?

"We're here!" My mom's voice sounds from the living room of the suite.

I let out a breath, slightly relieved, yet slightly disappointed. I'm so conflicted. I can't help but want all the time in the world with Chris, but also never want to be alone with him. I can feel myself losing control, ready to give into the strong temptation. He's not making it easy either.

"I see you guys picked your room." Jerry grins, peeking his head in with a smile.

"As in we have to share?" I question.

"Yeah. I thought your mom told you."

I don't miss Chris' smirk as he listens to us, clearly enjoying the idea of sharing a room. I don't understand why my mother hates me. How could she sign me up for this without even talking to me about it?

"We're all family now, it's no big deal." I hear her chime in as she rounds the corner.

"Yeah, right." I mutter, my face falling at the simple statement.

It's just a slap in the face, a reminder that Chris and I can never be. Regardless of whatever type of relation, it just can't happen. I'll never see them as family, but my mother clearly does. Maybe it's best not to tempt anything.

"I call the right side." Chris smiles at me, our parents now long gone.

"Nice try. You're getting the floor or the couch." I roll my eyes.

He laughs, "Good one, sweetheart. Admit it, you can't wait to share a bed with me."

I only glare at him, a slight pout on my face.

"Cheer up, baby. Just wait until you see I sleep naked." He mutters in my ear, before leaving.

"Fuck me." I whisper to myself, already knowing I'm in for it tonight.

--

After unpacking my things, I head out into the living room. My mother and Jerry are sitting on the sofa, so I take the loveseat. I sit sideways, kicking my legs up across the rest of it. I cross my arms, relaxing, sinking into the plush cushions. Looking around, I notice the both of them are dressed up. Did we have plans that I'm not aware of?

"Are we going somewhere?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Oh, no." Jerry shakes his head, "I'm taking your mom out tonight. You and Chris will have the place to yourselves."

Just as he says that Chris strolls around the loveseat. He lifts my feet and sits down, placing them on his lap. I go to pull back, but his grip on me is firm. Without a word, his hands are kneading the soft tissue of my feet. I look up at him, my eyes almost submissive, cause why is he being like this?

"When are you guys leaving?" Chris asks them. 

"Our reservation is at 8."

I glance at the time on my phone, "It's 7:15 now."

They both gasp in unison, instantly getting up to rush out the door.

"You're leaving?!" I shriek, now realizing I'll be left alone with the devil himself.

"Yes, honey. You'll be fine." My mom pats my arm. "You'll have Chris to keep you company. Help yourselves to whatever."

"Make sure you take care of her." Jerry points a finger at his son.

Chris smirks, eyes locking with mine. "You know I will."

I gulp, my eyes watching them leave as they call out quick 'I love you's'. The sound of the door clicking shut practically rattles my brain, my breathing slightly labored. I feel so nervous, already knowing it's going to be a long night.

"Want to watch a movie?" Chris asks me.

My eyes widen in surprise, that's probably the most normal thing he's said to me all day. He's been super flirty and seductive, and it's working so bad. I've never been so conflicted in my life. I know it's not right, and if anyone were to see what's happening, we'd certainly be locked away, but I can't help it. I'm yearning for him. His sultry words and lustful touches leave me throbbing every single time. I feel like I'm going to explode in his presence.

"I'll take that as a yes." He says, before teasing, "Unless you had something else in mind."

I groan, "Just put something on. I need a water."

I get up and saunter to the kitchen, my insides burning at the thought of what can occur tonight. I feel like it's inevitable. At this rate, if he keeps going, I'm folding like origami. I open the fridge and grab two waters out, immediately opening one and downing half of it. I have to practically mentally prepare myself just to go back in there. Once I do, I notice Chris now sitting in the middle of the loveseat. I choose not to say anything this time and simply sit beside him.

He already has a movie started, so we sit in silence as it plays out in front of us. The entire time, my mind is elsewhere. I can't focus on the movie at all. I keep crossing and uncrossing my legs, feeling uncomfortable. I can't get Chris' words out of my head.

I'm going to destroy you.

Oh, how badly I wish for that right now. His hands caressing every inch of my body. His mouth tasting every bit of skin. His body flush against mine. His dick stretching me in all the right ways, drilling into my sweet spot over and over and over. I have to clench my thighs, the inner turmoil growing. I feel like the air around us is thick, making it almost impossible to breathe. Tension running high between us. Surprisingly, we make it through the movie without any slick remarks or unwarranted touches. Part of me is bummed, yet I force the disappointment down, knowing it's for the best.

"Are you hungry?" Chris asks as we both get up from the sofa.

I shake my head, knowing I won't be able to eat with my current state. "No. I think I'm just gonna shower and hit the sheets."

He nods, "Okay."

I walk into our room, grabbing a towel and heading to the conjoined bathroom. I just need a quick shower to soothe me. The sexual frustration built up in me is almost unbearable, I feel feral. After turning the water on and letting it heat up, I strip from my clothes and get in. I stand underneath the showerhead, the hot water trickling down my skin. I stay there, eyes closed, trying to force the craving for Chris away. After a moment, I quickly wash up, then get out.

The bathroom is foggy, steam wafting through the air. The mirror is covered in condensation, I'm unable to see myself. I dry off, wrapping the towel around my body and heading out into the room. I pause in my steps, seeing Chris sprawled out on the bed.

"Sorry. Didn't think you'd be in here." I mutter, suddenly self-conscious being in just a towel.

"All good, sweetheart." He replies, his eyes scanning over me. "Come join me."

I swallow, "I have to get dressed."

"Come here." He repeats, his eyes dark with what I can only assume is lust. 

I stand still, staring at him. I'm actually contemplating crawling into bed with my stepbrother, naked. There's no way I'm doing this. I keep cursing myself in my head as my feet bring me to the side of the bed that he's lying on. I stand there, looking down at him while he stares up at me. His hand comes out, his fingertips brushing against the hem of the towel, just like before. My heart is beating out of my chest right now, I wouldn't be surprised if it just exploded.

I'm taken by surprise when he swiftly grabs ahold of my wait, pulling me onto his lap. My thighs straddle his, my hands nervously keeping hold of my towel in attempt to keep it secure. However, my efforts prove futile when his hands grab the top of it, slowly unraveling it and letting it fall from my torso. I feel dizzy, my entire chest exposed to him. My stomach tightens, my veins flooded with anticipation.

"You're so pretty." He whispers, his fingers running over my abdomen.

"Thank you." I whisper back, my desire for him taking over me completely.

I can't think of anything else except for this moment right now, and what's bound to take place. His hands run up my arms and I can feel the goosebumps littering my skin. My breathing is erratic, I can't focus.

"Do I make you nervous?" He asks, his head tilted slightly.

I shake my head, unable to form words.

"Are you lying to me?"

My mouth has run dry. I can't even speak. My mind is hazy with lust. I want him so bad. I can feel the wetness pooling in between my legs, my core aching for his touch. He licks his lips as his eyes rake over my body. His hands run over my shoulders and down my chest, inevitably taking hold of my breasts. I can't help the whimper that falls from my lips. Finally. He grips the plush skin, squeezing gently yet firm. He moves them in circular motions, his palms applying just the right pressure to my sensitive buds.

"So perfect." He mumbles, his voice raspy.

My head lolls to the side, indulging in the feeling of his hands on me. My eyes flutter closed as he continues to knead them. A gasp slips from me when I feel his warm, wet mouth wrap around one of my nipples. My back involuntarily arches into him, his face full of chest. His touch becomes hungrier, his mouth now harshly sucking while his fingers work the opposite tit. Soft moans escape my mouth, my pussy throbbing for him.

He pulls away from my chest, his hands gliding up my back. I can feel his bulge beneath me, and I have to fight the urge to grind against it. He suddenly pulls me down, an abrupt moan emitting from my throat as the quick movement causes his dick to rub against my clit. His hand grabs ahold of my jaw, pulling my face into his.

He stares at my face, his eyes trying to read my emotions. "Say you want this."

I nod.

"Say it."

"I want this." I reply, my voice quiet yet sure.

With that, his lips smash into mine. Our mouths move together, hungry and feverish. Our tongues fighting for dominance, taking turns exploring one another's mouths. Our heads turn every which way, allowing more access. Our teeth clash together, saliva practically dripping out of our mouths. My hands run through his hair while his run along my body, pulling me impossibly closer.

Without one swift motion, I'm lying on my back with Chris towering over me. My towel is now completely removed, lying next to us on the bed. His hand turns my head to the side, his mouth now working on my neck. His tongue licking over the skin, teeth biting down, sucking every part. My breathing is quick, my body tingling with a burning sensation, desperate for more.

"Chris." I breathe out in a whine.

He hums, "Mm, I knew you couldn't resist me."

"Please." I whine again.

"Begging me like such a good girl, just like I said." He smirks against my skin, moving down my chest.

My hands grip at the back of his shirt, tugging at it, wanting to feel his skin on mine. He gets the hint and sits up, removing it with ease. His hands move down to his sweats, yanking the drawstring loose. In one quick movement, he's left in his boxers. I can see his dick fighting against his boxers, begging to be released. I can't help but reach out and palm him through the cloth.

He tosses his head back with a low moan, "Fuck."

His hand reaches forward, spreading my legs open for him. My pussy on show, leaking with arousal. He's practically drooling at the sight before him. His fingers trail up my thigh in an agonizingly slow pace, leaving my hips thrusting up for just the slightest touch.

"So needy." He smirks, "Such a naughty girl."

Finally, his fingers make contact with my aching clit, eliciting a long moan from me. He rubs it in slow circles, making my body tremble with every movement. He stops for a brief moment as he plunges a finger into my entrance, my body jolting from the sudden sensation.

"So, fucking wet." He groans in contentment.

His finger continues pumping in and out me with his thumb rubbing my clit, and I can't help but grind into his hand. It feels so good, but I want more. To my dissatisfaction, he pulls away, leaving me to cry out at the loss of pleasure. I watch as he pulls his boxers off, tossing them with his sweatpants. His fully erect dick flies up, slapping his stomach. His tip is an angry red, needy for stimulation. I saw it in the shower, but now, up close and personal, I am clenching, ready to wrap around him.

His hands grip my hips, flipping me onto my side. He takes ahold of my thigh, hiking it up for better access. His opposite hand grabs ahold of his cock, stroking it before rubbing the tip through my folds. I bite my lip, my stomach tightening, bracing for penetration, my pussy desperate for it. He slowly sinks into me, fully bottoming out. My jaw falls slack, my mouth vocalizing a drawled-out moan. He shudders inside of me, his eyes closing at the feeling of my pussy snugly swallowing him.

His thrusts are slow and hard, setting a rhythm. One of my hands clench the sheets, the other one rubbing his stomach. My eyes squeeze shut, the pressure instantly building in my stomach. I've been waiting for this all day. His free hand runs up my back and around my chest, harshly squeezing my tit. Lewd moans fill the room; him grunting with every deep thrust, constant whines falling from my lips.

"Taking me so well. Just like a good little slut." He says, his hand moving from my boob to my neck.

His strokes pick up in speed, the bed shaking with every thrust. The knot in my stomach continues to grow, my orgasm sneaking up on me faster than ever. He's fucking me so good. I can't hold back the noises he's pulling out of me. The tip of his dick jams into my sweet spot with just the right amount of force. I'm unraveling fairly quickly. It's so wrong but it feels so right.

"Yes, right there." I cry out, clenching around him. "F-fuck, fuck, fuck."

"You close, baby? Gonna cum all over my cock, hm?" He groans out, his body leaning over mine.

"Fuck y-yes. God, please don't stop." I moan, my loud voice bouncing off the walls.

He starts fucking into me even faster, the pleasure almost overwhelming. "I don't plan on it."

My legs shake below him, my knuckles gripping the sheets until they're white. His breath on the back of my neck, his moaning in my ear, both sending me over the edge. My body convulses as euphoria takes over. Pornographic moans leave my mouth as I clench around him, letting go. My juices flowing out, completely coating his dick and dripping down the both of us.

"You feel so good." He whines, "Made just for me."

The bliss is at an all-time high, my mind completely fogged with lust for him. I never want this night to end.

"Mm, want you to fill me up." I whine, pushing back onto him, meeting his thrusts.

His hips sputter as he moans, "Yeah? Filthy little slut wants her stepbrother's baby in her?"

I can't even respond, my mouth hung open as screams leave it. It happens so suddenly, another wave of pleasure washing over me at his words. My hand clings to him, wanting to feel all of him. I'm trembling underneath him as my second orgasm hits. His groans grow louder as his thrusts grow sloppy. With just a few more strokes, his body is heaving over mine as he empties himself inside of me. He pumps a few more times, before completely pulling out and sitting back. Both of us struggle to catch our breaths, exerted from that entire moment.

Suddenly, I'm crying out again as he shoves two fingers into me, pushing his cum back in. "Aht, aht! Can't have that."

I'm still shaking with aftershocks when he lies down beside me, his fingers making their way to my lips and into my mouth. My tongue glides over them, sucking off our mixture. He pulls them away with a groan and turns my head towards his. He places another kiss on my lips; hard and passionate.

"We should probably get dressed." I breathe out after a minute.

"No, just stay like this for a little bit longer. I'll make sure it's taken care of before they get back." He whispers, pulling me into him.

I want to protest, but I'm tired and the thought of sleeping in his arms makes my stomach flutter. So, that's what I do.

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a/n : ah bye why do i need this so bad? hope you like it! if it's not for you, just shut up k thanks xx

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[desb3ar]

Night Terrors

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Summary: You had a nightmare.

Warning: Chasing, animalistic actions, dark themes

Word count: 800+ (Short)

Your legs were on fire, pushing against the hard ground with overpowering adrenaline fueling your vessel. Your mind screamed madly at you to not let your taunting exhaustion prevail. There was a barreling threat on your shortening trail, hungry and desperate. The mindless monster seeks salvation through you, tasting whatever you have in store within the confines of your warm, sweaty skin. Your mouth ran dry when you heard the grunts and callouts, begging you to escape from your goal of finally getting away from him. You didn’t give in to his harrowing pleas, your instinct wouldn’t allow it.

Caught in his web and getting out every time, it was a repetitive hell that made surrendering seem like heaven. You told yourself, what was the point? Why even try? It felt like an endless, hellish game of cat and mouse and you got trapped no matter how careful you were to not trip, slip, fall, and fumble. Still, he didn’t catch you. You were far too slippery for him.

What could be done? His heightened senses laughed at you trying to hide from him. He could sniff you out in seconds, he could see you in the dark corners that had lied about the promised safety it would provide. He could hear the trembling breath you tried to quiet down, making catching your breath merely a death sentence. Before your lungs could replenish the sweet air back into its longing cavities, you were instantly caught. His face of pure malice and twisted intent shows up in mere seconds once you’ve recovered. Nothing worked, everything was against you. Everything.

You ran down to the empty streets of the underground, your legs begging for rest as you seek restlessly for refuge. Looking around as you moved with haste. Your eyes darted anywhere that could at least postpone your death. Keeping yourself together and yet you began to think that running for this long seemed to be useless knowing your end was inevitable. He will catch you.

Your legs, mind, arms, and whole being were riddled with hopelessness. There was nothing you could do against him. Your web shooters had nothing else to provide after you made an attempt to trap him instead, only for him to slash through the material like butter and run to you like nothing you’ve seen before. He was an animal, a carnivore neglected, trapped in a cage that finally was freed from the bars of the enclosure it had remained. Ribs showed through the skin, eyes wide with need for food, all things blurred in its vicinity, nothing wasn’t a victim to its terror it rained upon the poor people it encountered or sniffed out.

Your eyes threatened to spill more tears, blurring your vision as you, like you were a small-minded character only capable of performing horror movie cliches, made your way down an alleyway. Your last resort. You didn’t know why you tried. These horrifying moments end the same way, no matter how much you tried to counter it. You were in a dim corner, right beside rotting garbage, you felt your stomach turn at the odor. However, that didn’t grant a huge effect like the beety red eyes did when they locked onto you like he already knew exactly where you were. It only just now clicked with you that he had an AI. Telling him every detail he needed to know to secure his prize.

This meant that everything you did was pointless.

Your doom was sealed as he came down with such haste that you didn’t even have time to scream. Not here.

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“...”

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“... (Y/N)...”

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“(Y/N)...!”

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“(Y/N)!!!”

You were shaken awake. You heard the sounds of Miguel’s voice, it sounded like he was struggling, and you felt his hands try to hold you still, pressing hard on your shoulders with a tight grip. You were screaming at the top of your lungs, from the scratchiness of your throat, you’ve been doing so for ages.

"Baby! Open your eyes!" He pleaed. Just like in the dream.

You opened your eyes, greeted by Miguel’s gentle expression that was filled with fear and overbearing concern. Your yelling ceased, chest going up and down. You felt he had his body weight pressed down on your legs, his solution to keep your legs from flailing around, as if you were trying to run from your unforgiving mind. His worried eyes darted at your face which was drenched in sweat and tears. You had finally calmed down enough to utter his name. 

“(Y/N)...” He melted, arms wrapping around you, holding you close like you had almost died. 

He had been awake the entire time you had your dream, the sounds of distress bleeding past your lips stifled him awake. The way your calm body had progressively gotten restless genuinely scared him stiff.

You looked at him, unable to make sense of the sudden contrast of how he was in your dream and how he was now. 

Miguel O’Hara, your love, your partner you’d fight demons for, had torn into you in your dreams. How he’s comforting you. Nothing made sense to you.

Why? -

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Aaaaa. You didn't see that coming, did you? Well, surprise! That was something I've been wanting to write about for... A literal second. I'm in class rn as of typing this lol. Some horror for the holidays. Bound to get you in the spirit! ;D

I HOPE YOU LIKED THE READ!!

i'll try and make some art of this when I got time <33

[okay-j-hannah]

A Merchant Sailor

Pirates of the Caribbean : Fic

Will Turner x Reader

Word Count: 3061

Warnings: Swarthy pirates fighting each other... Will being lied to... Will also being a sweetheart 

Request: “This is me absolutely begging and foaming at the mouth for you to write a Will Turner x reader. I’m fine with fluff or smut lmao. I have a couple ideas if you also want to write multiple (or blend them into 1), you totally don’t have to though. Being Jacks sister but also constantly making berth at Port Royale when you were younger, results in a close friendship between you and a certain Mr. Will Turner. The killer is, you always told Will your brother was a merchant and that you would accompany him on his trips. In reality, you were always off doing pirate things with Jack. Consequently, the day Jack broke into Mr. Brown’s smithery, you later arrived with Will. This resulted in a 2 on 1 fight (or maybe not) with a lot of confused looks being shared between Jack and yourself. Plus Will defending your honor” @gingerdissapointment

A/N: Pretending to be a merchant, you befriend Will Turner as you keep your pirating a secret, until your brother forces you to reveal the truth

Her sword clashed terribly with the swarthy pirates of the East Atlantic, fighting over hidden treasure beneath the sandy shores of a neutral island. She kicked up the dry sand, silencing the battle cry of the enemy.

He spit and scratched at his eyes as (Y/N) jabbed the sword into his stomach, shoving him aside. Whipping around the beach, Jack pranced away from a group of opposing pirates. She rolled her eyes at his wailing.

“For the love…” she ran after her brother, realizing that with the crew winning the battle, the other pirates were running for Jack. In his hands lay the key to the gold.

She waved off Cotton’s parrot and threw a dagger at Marty, the blade sticking into the sand, to give him a chance to cut the ropes around his wrists. Ahead was Jack and a quartet of pirates splashing along the shore.

The erratic steps of their captain sent seawater cascading onto his pursuers. The noise was enough cover for (Y/N) to pull another dagger from her many pockets and throw it at the furthest pirate. It sunk into the back of the assailants neck, sending him splashing into the sandy water.

The remaining three didn’t notice the bigger splash as they continued their cries of pursuit. (Y/N) was gaining on them, searching for another object to throw at them, silently thanking her brother for his distracting, wild methods of escape.

She spotted a mound of rock creeping out of the ocean and as they neared it, she grasped a pockmarked rock from the thick, muddy sand. Grunting from the momentum, she swung her arm wide and launched the weathered stone at the next pirate. She successfully cracked the top of his skull, forcing him to fall froward into the sea and salt.

The thunk of his unconscious body alerted his crewmate, a bare chested man with sunburnt skin. He seemed momentarily confused to see a much younger girl running at him.

It was enough of a distraction that he didn’t react to the elbow she rammed into him. With the speed of her steps it was the right amount of force to throw him from his feet. She slashed her sword across his legs as she tumbled forward, hopefully keeping him incapacitated and unable to follow further.

Adrenaline coursed past the burning of her muscles as she screamed at her brother, “I swear to God you will be carrying me back to the ship after I save your pitchy drunken arse!”

She reached the last assailant, tackling him into the salty shore. Her cry of accusation spoke through Jack’s panic, making him peek behind his shoulder and then stop altogether, completely perplexed as to why all four pirates chasing him just moments before were all in the seawater.

But a second longer he realized it was his little sister rolling around with the final pirate, splashing wet sand and salty water all around them.

“Oh,” Jack gasped, winded from his erratic run, “The cursed stowaway decides to be helpful.”

“Bastard,” she growled, finally pummeling the hilt of her sword against the pirates temple. “I was never a stowaway.”

Jack made a disgusted face as the pirate’s flailing limbs stilled against the shore. “You disturb me.”

“Likewise,” she breathed heavy, rising to her feet completely soaked and flecked with sand. “Do you run like that on purpose?”

“I have no idea what you mean.” He pushed past her, extracting the old rusty key needed for the hidden treasure of the island.

She wobbled on her shaky legs, “You look like you’re running on hot coals, prancing on your tiptoes like that.”

They followed their footsteps quickly being washed away by the frothy waves. They passed over the rocky pockmarked mound and after pausing in her bickering with her brother, found something half submerged in the water.

Saltwater seeping into her boots, she crouched and extracted a massive opalescent seashell. It glimmered in a rainbow of colors with the sunlight warming the face of it. It was peach and coral and lavender and seafoam and crystal blue.

It made her chapped lips smile at finding another relic of the ocean for her best friend.

During the many adventures of Jack Sparrow and his stubborn little sister, they managed a few trips to the provenance of Port Royal. There (Y/N) had befriended a young blacksmith apprentice.

At the age of thirteen she was mastering the art of pickpocketing and stealing small objects from markets and stores. On her way to swipe a few daggers from the outside barrel, Will Turner had come out with grease stained hands and a soot covered face.

She quickly dropped the blades back in the barrel.

Will looked her up and down, a young lad of her similar age. “Can I help you?” He eyed the hand she hid behind her back.

“Just… looking for a gift,” she cleared her throat, “For my brother.”

“You want to give him a sword?” Will rubbed his dirty hands along his apprentice apron, “Is he a part of the Navy?”

She blinked a few times, “He’s a merchant. We sail to different ports to sell our goods.”

The answer seemed to put him more at ease. He believed her. “I could see where a sword might be helpful. There are less friendly types along distant shores – pirates and the like.”

She nodded slowly.

There was a pause before he continued, “I’m William Turner.” He seemed bashful to extend his grimy hand.

She gave a shy smile, weeks at sea with a motely crew and her pirate brother made her yearn for friends and company. She slowly accepted his hand, “I’m (Y/N).”

“And your surname?”

“Just (Y/N),” she smiled.

He smiled back, “It’s not proper to call a lady by her first name.”

She almost gawked – it was the most manners she’d seen in years, “I have no other name.”

“Your family name?” he asked, a little line appearing between his brows. “What of your brother?”

“We were orphaned at a young age,” she shrugged, “There was no record of our full titles.”

Will nodded solemnly, “I’m sorry.”

She looked towards the ground, “I’ll tell my brother of your smithery. Perhaps we’ll visit again.”

A desire to give her more of a reason to see him again, Will extracted a freshly polished sword from the wall. “Here, use this for your gift.”

“But I haven’t any money,” she said quietly.

“Then I’m gifting it to you,” he grinned, “I’m learning to make swords, I’ll just make another to replace this one.”

She laughed, “Thank you, Mr. Turner. I should do well to return the favor in the future.”

He passed over the hilt, “I look forward to our next meeting, Miss…” He seemed to struggle for a moment, “Miss. (Y/N).”

Five years had passed since that initial meeting and at reaching adolescence, (Y/N) was excitedly walking the streets of Port Royal to find the smithery. Over the years she had developed the habit of collecting trinkets and objects of her travels to show Will.

He still believed her to be a merchant, learning the trade from her honorable elder brother. And he found himself looking hopefully towards the white sails of the docks more than once to see her briny steps.

He longed for her visits, growing accustomed to her witty banter, wild stories, and lovely smile. And in the meantime, he practiced the art of black smithery and fashioned her intricate and deadly weapons, hoping to be of help as she sold them at the next port.

In reality (Y/N) was using these gifted weapons in her adventures pillaging islands and seeking treasure with her pirate crew.

To make herself feel somewhat better about all the lying, she sought to gift bits of all the gold and treasure she found to Will. He always got so excited to see things from beyond the shores of Port Royal.

“Mr. Turner,” she said orderly, “The coals have gone cold. What are you doing dallying about?”

Will turned from his workshop table, smile already on his clean shaven face. The summer had been kind to him, growing a couple inches and broadening his shoulders since the last time they met.

“Miss. (Y/N),” he said quietly, as if relieved she had come back at all. It was easy to imagine horrors befalling her while at sea, “You can’t imagine how good it is to see you.”

They hugged each other, (Y/N) laughing and Will grinning. He apologized for getting soot on her cheek, attempting to rub it away, “I’m so sorry.”

“Not at all,” she waved his fingers away, not wishing to have him feel how flushed the action made her.

He seemed in a similar state as a pink color flooded high on his cheekbones. “You’ve brought me more souvenirs?” he said as he spotted the bundle under her arm.

“Yes,” she said eagerly, “You’ll never believe what I found.” She went to the workshop table and laid out a roll of leathery animal skin, a few jagged shark teeth, and the opalescent seashell she found on her last adventure.

“Did you trade for some shark?” he laughed, touching the dried, scaly shark skin.

(Y/N) smiled, remembering the time she killed the reef shark while circling the coral shoreline of a tiny island. She was alone in a paddleboat and saw the opportunity to stick her sword through the predators skull.

“Yes, I’d say it was a rather lucky trade. Can’t you use this skin to make sword handles?”

He nodded, “That I can.” He looked at her from the corner of his eye, shy in how much he wanted to look. He never knew how long it would be between visits and while she was there he wanted to soak up every second.

“How long are you here?” he asked, hopefully.

(Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek, “Three days.”

Will sighed, nodding to himself, “Well then, we’ll just have to make the most of the next three days.” He untied his apron and made sure the furnace was cut off from heating more fuel.

“What is there to do that we haven’t already done?” she laughed, remembering days of captaining sailboats, sword fighting in the square, climbing palm trees, and catching crabs.

Will seemed undeterred by the question, “There’s plenty to do. We haven’t swum in the pools by the cove. We haven’t gone for tea in town. We haven’t ever attended the Governor’s Ball before.”

“The Governor’s Ball,” she scoffed, “Please, Will – a merchant has no place at a ball.” A pirate has no place near the highest powers of the British garrison.

“Don’t worry, I know people in town. We can find you a dress and I can teach you anything you’re worried about.” He returned to her side and took her hands, “Let me take you dancing.”

She looked at him in wonder, “You’d take me dress shopping?”

He smiled and gave a quiet nod, “I figured we’re not kids anymore, (Y/N). We could… we could go to a ball together.”

She squeezed his hands a bit tighter, “All right,” she smiled, “All right, but only if we can still go hunting for coconuts and go horseback riding through the town.”

“Whatever you want,” he grinned, “I’d go pirating just to spend another day with you.”

She froze, still with a smile on her face, “Would you really?”

He shrugged, “Maybe.”

~~~

A few years later and (Y/N) had found herself back in Port Royal and scouring the streets for her idiot brother.

After a long time coming mutiny from Barbossa, Jack was left stranded with nothing but a pistol. (Y/N) having fought and spit and destroyed half the Black Pearl to keep the mutiny from happening, she was left to the brig.

As skillful as she was, (Y/N) was out of the prison within a day, finding her way to a paddleboat and rowing for the remote island Jack was on. She was soon picked up by a real merchant boat that passed rumors of a peculiar wily man telling stories of roped sea turtles.

It led her to the nearest ports to where she learned Jack had stolen a sailboat that was headed to Port Royal.

And there she was in search of the pirate, hoping she could stop him before he did anything terribly stupid.

She spotted a curious number of redcoats marching in the streets. She tried to keep them from her mind as she nodded to some of the shopkeepers that recognized her from previous visits.

That was until she noticed a heavily scarfed man sneaking into the smithery, beads and all. She groaned, running for the shop.

“Jack,” she whispered, closing the wooden door behind her with a click of the lock. “What the devil are you doing here?”

He was hanging by the cogs of the donkey operated machine, accomplishing his goal of breaking his chained wrists apart.

“(Y/N)?” he said, “How did you find me?” He peered over his shoulder as if to see the army it must’ve taken to track him down to Port Royal.

She rolled her eyes, “After years pirating with me you still doubt my capabilities. I wasn’t about to stay on the Pearl with Barbossa and his stupid monkey.”

“I’ve found myself in a bit of a problem,” he said, brandishing the cuffs on his wrists.

“I can see that,” she cursed, hands on her hips, “You’ve got the entire British army knocking down every door.”

Speaking of which, someone was coming through the front.

“Damn,” (Y/N) whispered, feeling her brother drag her into a hiding place.

It was Will coming home, no doubt, from dropping off another well forged sword. He settled into the shop, inspecting his tools when he came upon a hat.

A pirate hat.

(Y/N) glared at her brother and bared her teeth, “You piss poor excuse for a pirate.”

Jack leapt from his hiding place, sword in hand to take back what was his. He directed the blade at Will’s chest.

“You’re the one they’re hunting,” Will said. “The pirate.”

“You seem somewhat familiar – have I threatened you before?”

(Y/N) smacked her face with a hand, scrounging for the nearest sword, which wasn’t hard considering they were in a blacksmith. She watched carefully as Will and Jack shared a few feints and parries with their swords.

She was impressed to see that Will had continued to practice his swordplay.

It wasn’t until a hurling sword stuck itself in the door that (Y/N) made her appearance.

“Will, stop!” she cried, brandishing her weapon, “Please, leave him alone.”

“(Y/N)?” he questioned, focus momentarily off his target, “When did you get to Port Royal?”

Jack had extracted his own sword, “Come along, dearest. It’s best we leave.”

Will flipped his head between the pair of them, “Excuse me?”

“I’m really sorry about this, Will.” She swallowed hard, sidestepping towards the window as Jack did the same, “But we need to go.”

“You and…?” he frowned, “The pirate?”

“My brother.”

Stunned, Will almost missed the attack coming from Jack. He swooped to the furnace and pulled out a red hot sword, blocking the incoming blow.

(Y/N) screamed, “Jack! Leave him alone!”

The pair of them struck and danced and parried around the forge – Will angrier than (Y/N) had ever seen him.

“How do you know (Y/N)?” he demanded.

Jack made a face as he blocked another blade, “How do you know (Y/N)?”

“He’s my brother, Will,” she cried, stomping her way to where she might join the swordfight. “I lied about him being a merchant.”

“A merchant,” Jack grimaced, “Could’ve done better with the lying, love.”

“(Y/N) is not a liar,” Will gained a few steps with his hard hitting blows, “She is an honest woman and a fair fighter.”

Her sword came between them, directing Will’s into the ground, “I’m sorry, Will.”

He was breathing heavy, bewildered, “But he’s a pirate.”

Jack pointed his sword in (Y/N)’s direction, exasperated, “SHE’S a pirate!”

Will gave him a scathing glare before completely disregarding his weapon and tackling Jack to the ground. They rolled around the hay and dirt as (Y/N) shouted at them.

“This is not how to handle a misunderstanding, Will! Jack, pull yourself together with what little dignity you have left. For God’s sake…” She planted herself between the brawling pair and shoved Jack to the side, keeping him from launching a counterattack.

“What is he so hellbent on protecting your name for?” Jack wheezed, using one of his many scarves to dab at his neck.

Will was boiling, “(Y/N) is an honorable woman and I won’t have you slander her name with titles like pirate. She is respectable and good and not at all capable of what you’re suggesting.” He looked towards (Y/N), “I refuse to think of the most important person to me as a criminal.”

(Y/N)’s mouth fell open, “Will…”

“Well, I hate to break it to you, mate,” Jack said, twirling his sword around, “But she’s my sister. And by association – a pirate.”

Will let his arms hang limp at his sides, staring at (Y/N)’s feet – unable to meet her eyes. “Is that true?”

“I knew I wouldn’t be welcome if I told you what I really was,” she grimaced, “I didn’t plan on us becoming friends.”

He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, “All those gifts you gave me…”

“Listen, Will…” she didn’t dare take a step forward, “I know you’re mad. But I never lied about anything else. I never pretended around you. This is me, pirate or not. You know me. And this is not how I would’ve told you, but for the sake of me not getting hanged today – could you please let us go.”

Will looked deep in an inner turmoil, fists clenching as he fought over her words. Jack was still trying to yank out the sword pinning the door closed.

“I haven’t forgiven you…” he muttered, letting out a great sigh, “But there’s a path out back you can take for the docks.”

(Y/N) nodded, “Thank you.” She placed a hand on his arm while on her way out. “I’ll come find you tonight.”

He clenched his jaw, but finally looked at her, “Just come back safe.”

Her heart beat a little harder, a little warmer, “I will.”

~~~

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⌞BLUE SPRING⌝ — PROLOGUE: Incorrigible Song Mingi

SYNOPSIS — In which you, an upcoming idol, are saved from a dangerous encounter by Song Mingi, a jaded, third-year delinquent who falls for you in more ways than one. However, both of your responsibilities constantly tear you apart. Years later, you reunite. Are the sparks still there or was your love only meant for that one spring?

WARNINGS — Heavy swearing, Mentions of Fighting, Mentions of Death, Insulting, Intimidation, Mingi is RUDE. (Let me know if I miss a warning.)

WC — 1.3k

"Song Mingi, you're incorrigible! You'll never be anything if you keep this behavior up! What would your parents think if they knew about this?" The Headmaster had sneered, his beady eyes glaring into Mingi's own.

The comment about his parents had nearly made him ready to leap from his chair. How would the Headmaster react if Mingi had shown him what his parents thought? What then asshole? Mingi thought bitterly, finally tuning out of the conversation as the older man kept ranting on and on. What type of educational system allowed their administration to berate their students? Even if Mingi wasn't the best student, actually one of the worst, he still didn't deserve that type of harshness.

"You're lucky you're even still attending this school!" Mingi lowered his head, patience running out faster by the moment. He needed to get out of here and fast. Before someone got their feelings (and more) hurt. "We put up with this your second year, but seriously! You're nearly at the finish line and you're acting this way? What is the matter with you?" What was the matter? Mingi wasn't even sure himself. He'd been this way ever since... Since...

"Hey! Are you even listening to me, Song Mingi?" Oh right, he's still in the Headmaster's office. He nodded his head noncommittally, taking a moment to pretend like he actually gave half a crap about what the man was saying. Of course, he didn't. Mingi'd heard all this stuff before from many people before him. Employers, teachers, and even his friends and family had given up on him. "You're on your last straw, young man. Keep this up and you'll be here til you're legally unable to be, you hear me?"

Mingi's eyebrows shot up to the top of his head. Now this he actually did care about. Being stuck here was another level to his already perfectly crafted hell of a life. If he knew anything, he knew he was graduating this year. Damn sure.

"Yes, sir. I hear you perfectly clear." He lied through his teeth, feigning remorse like he'd done for the past two years. "I'm sorry about all this... I'm really trying to clean up my act, but it's hard for me... You can understand that, can't you?"

The Headmaster stared him down, scanning his face to try and find a crack in his facade. However, because of Mingi's years of playing pretend, he couldn't. A satisfied smile slipped onto the man's face and Mingi had to hold back one of his own. Got his ass. Mingi thought. Another successful trip to the Headmaster's office. After this, he'd deserve an award or something.

"Yes, I can. However, Song Mingi, I cannot possibly let you get away with this scot-free." Shit. "You'll be serving two weeks detention with me personally after school every day, starting tomorrow. Understood?"

"Yes sir." Fuck him.

⚘

Mingi checked his phone, leaving the school grounds as quickly as humanly possible. Of course, he had messages from clients. He made a note to text them later. A message from his landlord asking for this month's rent. He'll text her tomorrow. He was ready to stuff his phone back into his jeans but then noticed a specific combination of words lying in his unread messages. Do Not Reply #6. Shit. He only texted him outside of the group chat when he was really pissed.

Mingi read the messages, mood dropping lower than it already was. Great. Now Hongjoong was on the lookout for him. Mingi looked up into the overcast sky, wondering what God he had to make peace with to end his suffering. At least he'll kill me quickly. Mingi thought before remembering exactly who he was dealing with. The last thing Hongjoong'd do was make it quick. Mingi let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, before turning on his heel and walking the opposite way of where he knew Hongjoong and the others would be waiting. Nope, I'm dying on my own terms.

He found himself walking inside the closest convenience store. Why his feet had carried him here? No clue. He had food at home. The register attendant turned to offer a greeting, but at first sight, Mingi's intimidating aura led her to murmur with her head lowered. He walked past her briskly anyway, not intending to speak in the first place. He cut a corner, turning to the right and immediately clashing bodies with another person. That person, on dropping their things, immediately swore.

"Shit!" Off voice alone, Mingi realized he'd bumped into a girl, had dropped to the ground, scooping up her items. "My bad! I wasn't looking."

Mingi, though usually mild-mannered to strangers, was having a bad day so instead of letting it go like he'd do normally, just stared down at the girl until she looked up. When she did, Mingi was almost taken aback by how pretty she was. Didn't make his day any better though so he spat out the words "Clearly. Watch yourself next time."

The girl's apologetic face instantly turned to one of annoyance. "Woah. It was an accident and I apologized. No need to act that way." She stood up, items collected in her arms, and gave Mingi a hard glare. Almost as hard as Hongjoong's. "Talking to people like that isn't gonna make you feel better about whatever you have going on, you know? Costs zero dollars to not be an ass."

Mingi opened his mouth to retort, but she strode past him. Mingi let out a noise of frustration at the entire interaction, spinning on his heel and storming out of the store. While doing that, he passed the attendant and the girl who both glanced at him with unease and annoyance respectively. Fuck everybody! He almost wanted to shout. Today was not one of his best days.

"You trying to run from me, Mingi?" The blond male nearly jumped out of his pants at the voice that came from nowhere. Mingi's head whipped to the left, heart racing from shock at the appearance of the oreo-haired someone who was royally pissed with him. Kim Hongjoong rested against the wall of the store, arms crossed. Fellow ATZ members Jung Wooyoung, Choi San, and Choi Jongho were present as well, looking grim. Well, not Wooyoung. He had a knowing grin on his face. Bastard.

"I'm not," Mingi responded, trying to not die on the spot. "I was on my way."

"Funny~" Hongjoong smiled lightly, "Wooyoung watched you walk here."

Mingi's eyes flickered over to Wooyoung's, the younger male looking quite pleased with himself. Of course. Wooyoung was the gang's eyes. Mingi could never get away with anything simply because of Wooyoung's existence. He didn't even know what he did to make the guy hate him as much as he had to. Hongjoong cleared his throat.

"So." He looked back to his leader's eyes. "Care to explain?"

If Mingi could die on the spot, he would've. He knew whatever he said right now wasn't going to save his ass. Hongjoong was already in a mood. Mingi looked at the rest of the gang, locking eyes with San. San pursed his lips, looking sympathetic, but averted his eyes soon after. Then Mingi darted his eyes to Jongho, the youngest of them. Jongho had an unreadable expression on his face. Probably feeling pity for him. Mingi looked back at Wooyoung then, and like a brat, Wooyoung quickly stuck his tongue out. Bastard!

Hongjoong cleared his throat once more, the silence was deadly. Mingi swallowed his spit and prepared to talk. I'm going to hate myself for this, but I'm already done for. Mingi made a decision in his mind. Then, he turned on his heel and booked it. He could hear Hongjoong's enraged scream of his name but didn't dare to look back.

Yep, you're incorrigible Song Mingi.

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[mintsbubbletea]

𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 - 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞?

Contains: gender neutral reader, blood, hospitals, cursing since its Bakugo. forgot to mention, you and Denki are twins.

send requests please, I have no idea what to write.

'Y/n!" You heard someone calling your name. You turned away from Asui and looked towards the person who called you. "What's up, ugly?" you playfully teased your brother. "That's not nice, you know. And you're calling yourself ugly too, even though we look the same," Denki smirked, proud of his comeback. Asui couldn't help but let out a muffled laugh, causing you to roll your eyes. "Whatever, what do you want, Denks?"

"Can we sit together on the bus?" he asked. "Okay, what did you do?" you asked suspiciously, knowing that Denki wouldn't willingly sit or hang out with you. "Nothing, can't I just want to be with my loving sibling?" he said, attempting to hug you. You quickly put your hand on his face, stopping him from getting any closer. "Yeah right, spill it." Denki sighed and glanced behind him. "I don't know what I did wrong. I was teasing Bakugo about how he acts differently around you, and maybe he has a crush on you. The next thing I know, I'm getting punched," Denki whined. You rolled your eyes and pinched his cheek where he got punched. "You're not that clueless, Denki. You should know better than to mess with him."

"STOP THAT, IT HURTS!" he yelled in pain. You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. "You're so loud, how are we even related?" You rolled your eyes as Denki held onto his cheek. "I know, but please sit with me. He'll kill me if I'm not with you. If he sees you, he'll calm down," Denki pleaded. You shook your head and said no. "Nope. I'm sitting with Tsu," you smiled as you patted his back. "Good luck," you said mischievously as you walked away. "You know, I wouldn't have minded not sitting with you," Asui said, walking alongside you. "I know, but that's payback for when he gave Mineta my underwear," you shivered.

Your class is currently on a trip to the mountains. Aizawa mentioned that you all needed a break and some fresh air, and although you suspect he might be lying about the break, you're still excited to explore and hike around. As you boarded the bus, you noticed Denki hiding behind a seat, hoping to avoid Bakugo's attention. However, luck was not on Denki's side as Bakugo ended up sitting right across from him, his eyes fixed on Denki. You couldn't help but giggle as you turned your attention back to Asui, who was talking.

After an hour or so, you finally reached the mountains, and all the kids eagerly rushed out to stretch their legs. You walked towards Bakugo and jokingly told him to go easy on your brother so he could carry your things back home. Bakugo rolled his eyes and replied, "I'll try, but it's not my fault he's an idiot." You smiled softly and squeezed Bakugo's forearm before saying goodbye and running back to your friends.

After 2 hours of your class hiking, you were stepping down a ledge when somehow fell, your face eating the dirt. " Y/n are you okay?" Asui was the first one to ask you, as she helped you up. Your fall getting the attention of some people who were walking behind you. "Yeah just a scrape" you lied, fullying know it was something more serious when you heard the pop. "Yeah there's some blood, let's go find a place you can sit"

"Are you alright, Y/n?" Denki asked, jogging up to you. "I'm fine," you replied coldly, the pain threatening to bring tears to your eyes. "You're acting strange," he began. "I swear, I'm fine. Let's just keep going," you insisted. Your friends nodded and continued walking a few steps ahead, but suddenly, you collapsed onto the floor. "Nope," you said, wincing in pain as you grabbed your knee. "I told you!" Denki exclaimed. "Let me carry you-" he attempted to lift you, but struggled. "Wow, Y/n, did you gain a ton or something?" he remarked.

"Go to hell," you hissed. "Im getting Mr.Aizawa" Iida said before running off to where he was last time. "Fucking idiot" Bakugo pushed him as he easily picked you up. "Katsuki, put me down," you whined, trying to pry his hands off.

"Don't touch me."

"Don't touch ME!" you yelled. Denki was right about one thing - you became incredibly irritable when in pain, much like the guy currently carrying you. "Y/n, calm down, we're just trying to help," Kirishima attempted to reason. "I don't remember asking for your help, bitch," you snapped. Kirishima's mouth dropped open in shock as Denki burst into laughter. Just as you were about to use your quirk on your brother, nothing happened. "Can't we ever have a normal day?" Aizawa sighed as he approached you, using his quirk, with Iida following closely behind. "Where does it hurt?"

"My knee," you grumbled, arms crossed tightly as you were still being carried. Aizawa glanced at your knee, then back at you. "Looks pretty bad, Y/n. You're going to have to go to the hospital."

"Nope. I absolutely refuse," you declared, starting to climb off of Bakugo. "Yes, you will, and that's final. Denki and Bakugo will go with you. I have to take the class back now anyway."

"Let's head back to where the buses are, Denki," Bakugo suggested, and the three of you made your way down to where an ambulance was waiting. They transported you to the hospital, where you underwent an x-ray and were given strong pain medication. Now, you sat on the bed, waiting for your doctor to arrive. "Why are we flying? I thought we were already at the hospital," you slurred, looking at Denki. "Y/n, we are at the hospital," he chuckled, taking a seat in a nearby chair. "Nuh uh, then why do you feel so light?" you smiled mischievously. "I should probably record this," Denki said, pulling out his phone.

You sighed, turning your head and spotting Bakugo. "Oh, hi," you greeted, giggling and waving your hand in front of his face. "Careful," he snapped, moving your hand away. "Why? I want to touch you. You have such a soft face," you whined, continuing to pet his cheek. "Y/n," he warned. You withdrew your hand, crossing your arms. "You're so mean to me. How am I supposed to love you if you're mean to me?"

Bakugo's eyes widened in surprise. "Denki, stop filming," he exclaimed, clearly caught off guard. Denki shook his head, a mischievous grin on his face. "Nah, bro," he chuckled. "I still love you though, no matter how mean you can be. I'll always be by your side." You couldn't help but giggle as you reached out and held his face.. "Denki, look at how handsome he is," you said, planting kisses all over Bakugo's face. Bakugo's patience wore thin as he snapped, "Stop recording idiot!"

"Fine, fine," Denki smirked, starting to walk away. "I'll leave you two alone."

"Finally. He really gets on my nerves," you huffed. Bakugo, surprising both you and himself, began to let his walls down and show vulnerability. "Do you," he started, his voice filled with doubt, "do you love me?" he asked, avoiding eye contact. "Of course I do," you reassured him. "Why do you think Denki keeps bringing me up in front of you? He knows I like you."

"Why me? There are so many other people who are more your type. I should be the last person you go for," he muttered. "But you are my type, Katsuki. Why can't you just accept that?" you replied, determined to make him understand. You gently grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. You knew he despised feeling vulnerable, but you didn't care. "I do-" you began, but he cut you off by pressing his chapped lips against yours, his hand gripping your shoulder. The moment was interrupted by Denki walking in. "Can you two hurry the fuck up? The doctor still needs to pop your knee back in place."

"Oh man, these drugs are really hitting me hard," you exclaimed.

"Denki, if you breathe a word about this to anyone, I swear I'll make you regret it," Bakugo growled. "Oh, don't worry, I've already shared the video of Y/n kissing your face in the class group chat," I added mischievously.

"You better start running, Denki," you giggled, sensing Bakugo's anger rising. "Y/n, let the doctor know he's about to have another patient," Bakugo shouted. Denki sprinted away, with Bakugo hot on his heels. "I'M SORRY!" Denki's voice echoed down the hallway.

"Damn," you muttered, as your phone kept buzzing with messages from the class

[twinklychan]

Winter falls | 방찬 

Fluff, Angst, Sad ending [be aware]

Made this in 2022 there might be errors as english isn't my first language.

1k~ Words

"Come on Y/N!" Bangchan whined as his lips held a smile. You groaned as you looked at him in disbelief. You still couldn't believe what he wanted

"No- Why would you go out barefoot in the cold snow?" You asked as he pouted, taking your hands to pull you up from the couch. You let out a groan trying to make yourself heavier by completely slumping back while he tried to pull you up.

"My mom and I used to do this when I was little, please~" he asked with a pouty face and his eyes held hope in them. Your eyes softened at the argument he just revealed. How could you say no now?

You looked at him, scrunching up your nose as you bent down, holding onto his shoulder to stabilize yourself and pulling off your socks from your feet, walking towards the back door that led out into your garden. 

Bangchan stood there with slightly widened eyes and giggled. You turned around, looking at him as you slowly felt your feet getting colder by the cold air that was filling up the house because of the opened door.

"Are you coming now or not?" You asked impatiently as he quickly ran towards you, hugging you from behind and pecking your cheek before walking outside. You just laughed at his silly self, shaking your head.

The cold snow devoured his feet perfectly as he slowly shivered for a moment, adjusting to the sudden coldness. You did the same after him, nearly jumping into the house again as you were freezing but bangchan had seen this coming and was quick enough to pull you back by your waist.

"Trust me, this will be fun." He mumbled, caressing your hand as he kept eye contact, slowly letting go of it and walked backwards, holding his hands in the air to show you how much he liked this. 

You chuckled at him, smiling fondly after. How did you happen to actually deserve to date such a nice, lovable person?

"See? It's beautifuAAAA!" He screamed out as he suddenly tripped over the stairs from your veranda, falling back into the snow.

You only heard a small groan before his head popped up, making you gasp. However, after seeing that he was laughing, You soon started laughing too, running into his direction as he pulled his arms open and you threw yourself on him, cuddling into his chest.

"Woah!" You both laughed as snow fell down onto the both of you and you admired it. The snow looked dazzling. 

"You're right, this Is so nice!" You exclaimed as he turned his head to his right, where you lied and looked at you admiringly. His eyes were reflected by the lamppost outside of the fence and his lips held a small smile of adoration. 

You then stood up, pulling Chan towards you as you smashed him snow into his face. You laughed until he picked up a bit of snow, making you widen your eyes.

You quickly dashed off, him running after you as you let out a squeal. The both of you were laughing uncontrollably now.

You had a small snowball fight that lasted for about 10 minutes until Chan picked you up from the ground randomly, carrying you back into the house.

"Enough love, we're getting sick if we do that for too long." He giggled and you locked your arms behind his neck, smiling as you leaned in closer. He also started to lean in as you kissed him deeply for a moment. The kiss was rather slow and passionate, both of you enjoying the drowning feeling of love and the heat that radiated throughout your bodies, filling you both with a warm and cozy feeling.

As you pulled away you could see his ears turning red, making you snicker at his cute face, even though your ears were probably looking the same.

Chan slowly sat down on the couch as you followed his movements. He pulled up the blanket that was placed on top of his lap and you quickly took the chance to also crawl under it.  The both of you then snuggled up on the couch together, under the blanket.

After this you continued to run around in the snow every year. It became like a tradition between the two of you and you loved it. You were at the point of making your own small traditions in your relationship or better said marriage. And you loved everything about it.

"Woah! It looks so beautiful." Bangchan laughed as he ran outside of the house, looking at you, who was standing in the door frame. You smiled at him fondly as he let himself fall into the snow again, just like every year.

Your giggles started to fade as the sky turned rather gray than blue. Chan let out a sigh, the snow had turned to rain in just a second and as he looked up to look at you, he just saw an empty door frame.

His head fell back down, sighing as he watched his hot breath turning into a small cloud in the cold air. The snow didn't have that nice cold feeling anymore, that it used to have. The feeling turned out to be unbearable, the pain Chan would feel not only on his body from the coldness but also in his heart. The person that managed to warm it up when everything seemed cold outside was no longer there, leaving him in an indefinable coldness.

"I miss you." He mumbled as he suddenly felt water coming out of his eyes. This wasn't the rain though, those were tears. It's not like he wasn't used to this, after losing you this became his daily routine. Then he started humming a familiar melody.

"Cause I'm right here, waiting for us-" He sang along as his voice cracked. He never managed to finish the lyrics after losing you. Normally you would continue and in the end the both of you were crazily dancing around the house while laughing and singing together.

"I hope you have it better up there." He whispered as he slowly smiled, making the tears fall after holding them back for so long. It seemed like the snow was shining the most on this dark day.

He could still hear your giggles every year, he could still see your smile and the deep dimple on your right cheek. He could still see how your eyes shone so bright when you were happy, he felt the dislike of seeing you cry cause your eyes were left empty and there was nothing left but then he loved it again because after this emptiness your eyes shone even brighter.

And he still looked back every year, every day, every month, every minute and every second. He was sure that he would never find someone like you again. After you left, his world seemed to lose its color, its warmth, its Love.

[jaidens]

hiii could i request daniel helping a reader through period cramps because i am dying right now :')

You Lift My Feet Off The Ground You Spin Me Around You Make Me Crazier, Crazier

pairing [s] : daniel larusso x reader

warning [s] : mentions of periods.. obviously | me too | i literally couldn't finish this for anything

a/n [s] : requests are open! ty for the request. also me too pookie.

The feeling envelopes you in pain and you scrunch up, thighs against your stomach as you hold onto your stomach. Your letting out small groans as it somehow gets worse, even with medicine and the heating pad that sits underneath you. It was worse on this day for some reason, cramps attacking you at every moment you lived. Daniel was working today towards his college fund after the expensive trip to Okinawa. He called you before work telling you to dress up later for the date you were going on, but you're sure you wouldn't even be able to stand up without shots of pain running through.

It's getting close to 5:30, the time Daniel gets off work and when you have planned to get ready. You groan as you attempt to sit up, your head rushing with a headache. The dress and heels mock you as they sit hung against your door. You had bought a small apartment at 19, with extra money you had saved up. So, freely, you're able to moan and groan about getting up from the warm, heated side of your bed. The cloth shorts you chose are suddenly too warm and the big, West Valley soccer team shirt hangs to your mid thigh.

Your name rings throughout the house and you let out a noise in response. Daniel pushes open your door softly, his work shirt is one button open and he sets his stuff down and walks up to you. Daniel's comforting presence surrounds you and you lay down in his chest when his arms wrap around you. “Hey.. baby, is everything okay?” He asks and you shake your head in a disagreement. “What’s happening?” You nuzzle your head in the middle of his chest, where he sprays his cologne on his shirt.

“Cramps. They've been so bad.” He kisses the temple of your head and rubs your back. “Oh baby. You should've called me, I coulda’ came home.” You disagree once more and you kiss his collarbone softly. “Brought you some flowers and chocolate for our date tonight.” Daniel says and you perk up whenever he lets you go and jumps up and grabs the hydrangeas and your favorite chocolate on the other hand. You can't help but get teary eyed at the thoughtful gift. Your period always made you more emotional, anytime you were given gifts or saw a sad ad on the television you would cry. It was inevitable. So, when Daniel sees your bottom lip pout and you suck in a few breaths, he sets the flowers down and goes to hold you once more in his embrace.

“Don’t cry honey, it's okay.” Daniel whispers softly against your ear, hand falling once more to your lower back. You're still sniffling when he pulls away and grabs the chocolates that sat at the end of your bed. He opens the package and snaps a piece off and hands it to you as you relax and lean on his shoulder. The room is quiet as the only things you can hear is, the honking of California traffic and soft chewing. For some reason, his presence has made you feel better than you were. “What can I do for you? Tell me.. I'll do anything.” Daniel asks softly and you sit up, wrap your arms around his neck, and pull him against the bed. “Just want to hold you.” You mumble quietly, your eyes feeling like bricks were hung from them.

Whatever he was doing, it was working. Daniel’s grown up in your eyes, but that mischievousness still lies in his eyes waiting to come out. However, your training thought is suddenly turned off by a sudden strike of pain. You grab your stomach and Daniel looks down in worry at your sudden movement. His hands go to your back, and start rubbing it in the places where you asked. It calmed you and your cramps as well. You weren't sure where he learned how to massage you in all the right ways, but he did, and it was quite amazing.

“Thank you.” You say and he gives a small kiss to your lips and he sits up, off of his knees. “You’re so welcome. How about we get up, take a drive, and get some of your favorite fast food?” The idea is quite pleasing to you which leads you to nod and follow him around. Your finger wraps around his belt loop and he holds you in his arms once again. It's vulnerable, the position you're in as he holds you. His lips press into your hairline and you stare into his brown eyes that have softened over time, more than they were whenever you met him.

“I love you, thank you for taking care of me.” You thank him and he smiles at you. “Don’t thank me. I wanted to do it, for you.” He hands you the milkshake and your favorite fast food order and you immediately groan whenever you dig into the food. Daniel always tried to make sure you weren't hungry and were hydrated whenever you had your cycle and other situations. It's why you loved him, whenever you couldn't do it yourself. It's quiet again while you and Daniel eat. You're watching the stars through the open convertible top, your eyes connecting the constellations. “Here, let's finish up, and we'll go home and I'm gonna hold you until we fall asleep watching television.”

You nod and kiss him quickly, deepening softly whenever your hand wraps to the back of his thick mop of black hair and pulls gently. He knew how you were during your period, and it was obvious now. “No, no baby. When we get home love.” You frown and lay back against the padded seat. Everything felt perfect, the wind running throughout you as the radio played quietly. You were excited to get home and lay in bed with Daniel and fall asleep in his hold.

[ask-missparker]

Say you’ll remember me / Once Upon A Time AU

Pairing: Snow & Charming, Nikolai & Amelia

Inspired by the episode Snow Fall, Season 1x03

Summary: While on a small school trip, one of the kids notices something similar in their book, as one of patients brings more than just a breath of fresh air to the tale.

Characters mentioned: Rochelle, Riley, George and Georgia, Alexander Hawkins, Belladonna and etc.

Note: Tittle is inspired by one of Taylor Swift’s song, can you guess which one?

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The woods were lower, trees were tall, rivers were flowing nicely and the morning was brightly painted darker green. Some trees were knock over the road, turning into stumps and sirens were racing across the path.

The royal carriage came to a point, stopping by the logs as close up near one of trees stood a man red leather and a larger made hat grinning. Once the carriage arrives, a women in a cherished red corset and long skirt stepped out as you could hear a man yelling from inside to return back to her seat but she refused to listen.

“Your majesty, it was chopped down.” Said the ride of the horse, “You should return back to your carriage or let us figure out another way.”

That was when the carriage was attack, as the man dropped down from the tree, snatching the bag with a set of jewels and raced off. The women gasps, watching the man go as she ran after him attacking him to the ground. He didn’t notice she was running after him from the horse.

They tackled one another, as he hover over her huffing and puffing. She looked up at him, titled her head seeing his hoodie fall off his forehead and hanging off his ear. She ended up with a cut on her left cheek.

“Do i know you from somewhere?” She asked underneath her breath.

“Possibly princess.” He replied with a light grin.

He leaped off the ground, grabbing her horse with a smirk and jumped onto the trusty steed. She stood up, ruffing dirt of her skirt and touched her cheek huffing.

“Wherever you are, i will find you!” She yelled, looking at her naked hand that held a smudge of blood from her chin.

~~~

It was quiet in Fighter-Town, but buzzing with movement it always felt on Friday nights. Inside Grandpa’s Diner, plenty of people seated eating, sharing drinks and or finding a quiet place to study. At one of the booths, Nikolai sat having dinner date with a nurse from the hospital.

He was trying to have a decent conversation with her, as he talked about work and life, wanting to have a simple set plan. The women was only half paying attention, as she was more focused on one of the waiters nodding every couple of moments.

He notice her eye-line.

Nikolai sighs with an eye roll, “A-are you even listening to anything I said?”

The nurse, Robins, looked back at him and nodded, “Y-yeah..you were talking about, um uh, work right...?”

“Not even close but yeah..sure, let’s go with that.”

“Sorry. A little distracted.”

“Mhmm..”

After a few short moments of speaking to one another, there was more of a friendly dynamic as the other didn’t even look interested at all. Melissa gave them both of the check, as Nikolai paid then walked out of the Diner grumbling how he couldn’t believe he listened go on a blind date with some girl.

As he was walking away, pulling down the hood of his jacket to notice the people of the town. He half smiled noticing couples and friends walking down the streets. On the edge of the sidewalk, he noticed a short haired brunette sitting down on the ground drinking a soda and looking at a crumbled newspaper.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked, glancing over at him.

He was startled for a split second but regained his thoughts, “Oh? Uh, yeah..kinda in a tight spot. Appears like the room, I was renting raised the bill and realized I lied about my age..”

“You lied about your age?”

“Mhm hmm..looking for a place to crash now. Got a few days..”

“You got any friends here who can take you in?”

“I don’t think anyone here would want me in their home..and I don’t really got friends.”

Nikolai heard from a couple of people that Ethan, one of new towners, was staying at the Bed & Breakfast until he found an apartment. And from what he learned that it doesn’t seem like the other adults would let him in, he sure as hell wasn’t gonna ask his brother for help either.

He remembered hearing about the younger folk of the town, the teens and kids, talk among themselves. Saying there is a curse, he didn’t believe it whatsoever but thought it was cute they were bonding at least.

He hummed, “What about Belladonna? Maybe she was convinced her mother..”

He shake his head, “I would but she doesn’t seem like the invited for a sleepover kinda person.”

“And you don’t want to give the wrong impression.”

“Right. What you doing up so late?”

“I’m an artist, I tend to be a night owl more than most. And I uh, was out trying a date.”

He winced seeing his face, noticing from the looks of it, none of it went as planned. The older brunette scoffed and shake his head with a shrug muttering how it was a stupid blind date.

“Ah well, if true love was easy, everyone would do it.” Joshua repiled with a half smile.

This time Nikolai chuckled, “Oh definitely. You know..I do have a spear home if you..”

“Oh no, I would be intruding your privacy..”

“Hm uh..well if you like to ever come over for a warm cup of hot chocolate, my door is always open.”

“That…that sounds nice. Thanks.”

“Don’t stay out too late, you hear?”

Joshua roll his eyes, jokes with a mocking tone, “Sure thing dad.”

“Very funny.” Nikolai replied with a grin walking away with a nod, silently chuckling to himself.

——

The following day, Riley and her friends were volunteering with their class at the hospital. Their teachers Rochelle, and her father Rick were watching over the group helping them hang banners. It was a nice thing to do, Rick lifted Riley up to pin a balloon to a wall.

Rochelle was helping a couple of other students, telling them to be careful and be kind. Some students were coloring, others were chatting with their friends and other hanging up decorations. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her son George entering a patients room as she watched for a moment.

The patient was asleep. George was more of the bookworm, curious about things and one to keep to himself. He hang out with his twin sister, Georgina, and Riley so he read about the story they keep gushing about. He thought it was dumb, that it was girl stuff when it come to fairytales, he was more into comic books like Iron Man and rest of The Avengers.

But as he found a quiet room to place a set of flowers in, the patient caught his eye, a Jane Doe, asleep. She held a scar above her right cheek, similar to the tales he heard his sister talk about. According to Georgina, their mother was Cinderella and that she was friends with all the other charcters in the book. He read too many comic books to know a thing or two about design.

But before he can take a further look—

“Honey?” Said his mother, Rochelle, leaning against the door, “We could really use your help.”

“I’m good.” He replied, glancing at the women, “Is Ms. Doe gonna be okay?”

“I hope so. No one has come to claim her yet but for as long as I can remember, she has been peaceful asleep. She always seemed like a kind soul to me, or so I think.”

“What’s wrong with her? She looks fine.”

“Well sometimes things happen, sweetie, like they fall unconscious and it’s hard not to know what happened.”

“You sure no one knows or claimed him yet?”

“Well, that I know of, not really. I sometimes come with friends on my rounds and they stop by watch if something happens.”

“And does something happen?”

“Nope. But I hope one day it something well.”

George gave his mother a soft smile, “You sure you don’t know her?”

Rochelle smiled, “I think I would remember if I did, come on we’re heading out for lunch soon.”

As soon as lunchtime hits, George went to talk with his sister and Riley about his newfound discover. Riley squealed and Georgina grinned, knowing they have to tell Belladonna and her friend she hasn’t met yet. Riley was thinking about the other people who might be interested in their tale, but then thought it was better to keep it between them. A few short hours later, Belladonna was dragging Joshua to the park bench where the others were bubbling with discovery.

Georgina couldn’t wait and split the beans on her twins newfound information as Riley pointed to the small hand drawn doodles of the characters. Belladonna listened and nodded as Joshua stayed curious humming to the news as he introduced himself to the twins.

“According to the little monsters, you’re mother is Snow White..or that’s least what i got from Georgina’s sentence.” Belladonna said, referring to the book.

Joshua nods looking at the nicely crafted hand drawn pieces as he tilted his head, “..that’s who she is? Guess Riley was dead on.”

Riley grinned, “Duh! I can sense it.”

Her brother held the book as Georgina added, “The scar is the same as Geo says. In the same place! You need to find her Prince Charming.”

“Who is the tattoo guy! Nik-Nik..” Riley said trying to pronounce his name correctly.

Joshua smiled and helped her with the name, “Nikolai. That’s her charming..my dad? Uh, telling your possible love is in the hospital won’t be as ideal. It can hurt someone..”

Belladonna heard what he said and thought about it, putting her detective skills to good use. To her, yes it was kinda insane what the others are saying and pretty risky cause the person might not believe it but the again, she risked being grounded to bring her biological father here.

After a moment she spoke up analyzing the idea, “..not unless you read to them. Studies show reading to a patient can held them with brain function and get the neurons to fire up again. It won’t be the worst thing if she at least woke up from her coma.”

Joshua shared a look with her, thinking about for a moment as she was correct and nodded smirking deciding it was worth a shot. He went to go ask find Nikolai working at the coffee shop nearby the grocery store, he confused him for a moment, he thought he was a tattoo artist. But then the man explained before he was working with peoples skin at his shop, he was serving coffee. So he likes to come over and help out his fellow old workers if they are understaffed.

He followed the man out of the coffee shop into his man area of expertise, trying to explain the idea. He started to lean inside the exact words he wanted to say until Nikolai broke into a confused almost awkward chuckle and said, “You want me to read to a coma patient?”

“Yeah pretty much.” Joshua repiled, taking a seat in one of chair inside the shop watching the man clean his tools, “According to Belladonna, and she’s right, that reading will help her wake up. Maybe something will click.”

“She’s not right, I’ll give you that. Uh, out of curiosity, who do you kids think she was in your little book?”

“I uh..”

“Come on, I’m friends with the town’s parents. I heard Rochelle talking my ear off about her daughter’s cute stories while I was piercing her ear.”

“…uh, we..they think that she is Snow White.”

“And…I’m the..Prince Charming..? Well damn..I haven’t seen the girl yet, okay I’ll play, is she pretty?”

“You’ll have to see for yourself then.”

A couple of short hours later, Nikolai sat down in front of the girls bed with a storybook opening the tale. He took in her features, from her long dark brown hair to her lighter skin tone in the lights of the room. Not half bad, he thought to himself…

~~~~~~~~

…in the lowly dark cave, the man collected his items among them being a small bottle of black dust as he smirked, putting on his sleek hat and walked out into the greenery and snow of the forest. After only a mere couple of steps, he was tossed up into a net as he shouted and snarled, quickly reaching for his dagger to cut himself out.

Then he heard. He whipped his head around to see a fair young lady, in cream almost pure white skirt and a corset to match, her hair was shorter as she stepped forward giggling. Her lips were as blushing red as her skin blended nicely within the scenery.

“I told you I’ll find you.” She said looking up at the net with a smile, “Whatever you do, I’ll find you.”

“Is this the only way you can catch a man? By entrapping him?” He replied with a light glare, using his dagger to point at her.

“The only way to find thieves like yourself. I am impressed by your work, though.”

He leaned forward as he smirked, “Well are you real darling princess?”

“I have a name you know..” She replied, crossing her arms.

“Don’t care, surprisingly, darling princess suit you. Now, cut me down, princess!”

“I’ll release you when you give me back my jewels.”

“You don’t look like the jewelry type, I’ve noticed.”

“Ar-what’s that supposed to mean? Are you insulting me?”

“Oh no, how dare i insult a princess? But then again, you don’t look like one.”

Charming smirked, watching her face turn to smile to a confused frown, as if he got under his skin. He has been around royalty enough to know a princess when he sees one, and her, she was no princess. Or least not like the ones he has encountered before, due to the fact that she went to find him and not a knight.

“I sold them.” He added for good measure, as his smirk grew seeing her face narrow down.

“What?” She asked, as her eyes narrowed not believing what he said and glared, “You’re lying.”

“Nope, i ain’t. Why do you care princess, don’t you have a little ol’ castle filled with them?”

“Theses were special. The jewels in there belonged to someone very important to me, they were a gift for my—”

“The nerdy asshole with the bad attitude, that’s what this is all about? Oh darling, you can do better.”

“..i’m his fiancé..well sorta..”

He snorted loudly, “Good luck, hell i’m a better option than him. You must be getting something impressive to agree to that marriage.”

“If you only knew..” She repiled with a sigh, “Look, it’s complicated enough, that i was picked out for the job but still..”

“Let me guess, he doesn’t want you either but you’re doing it for the good of your little kingdom. It’s cute, but seems like a last stitch effort to avoid war and you came all this way for your jewels back to—”

“Okay! Okay, okay, okay, I get it! Please, take me to where you sold them and get my stuff back.”

He shook his head a couple of time tell her that he won’t do it. There is nothing that would get it to do it. That was when she pulled out a scroll that showed his name, Prince Charming—Nikolai Morozov—wanted for treason and thievery agonist the The Dark Prince.

“So what would it be, sweetheart?” She asked with a smile.

He responded with a grunt and sighed, being impressed by her. He shook his head and agreed to take her.

~~~~

Soon they were on their merry way, crossing the path fill with some ice and snow, due to the recent fall the path few week. Charming took her hand, crossing a log carefully to not let her slip as Snow stayed close watching for any creatures nearby. It was a decent walk, making small talk as they did, throwing in a little comment here and there.

Charming asked, “So what’s your deal?”

“My deal? Your the one who who is wanted for stealing.” She replied, with a chuckle.

“Yeah well, it’s more than that.”

“Yeah? What made you look bad against the prince?”

“I was born.”

“Oh..sorry about that.”

“It’s fine. He’s just jealous, i guess.”

“Why do i feel like those posters are lies then?”

“Because they are. He says i ruined his life, that I was useless and untrustworthy.”

“You don’t seem useless or untrustworthy to me..yet.” She added smiling, a rather kinder one.

He paused for a moment hearing that bit, letting a smile reach his lips and nodded, “T-thank you. So how did the darling princess end up in this position huh?”

“Long story short, I was sorta hand picked by the prince. I tried to say no after seeing my friend’s sad look on her face..”

“Oh jeez. Why didn’t you? You could’ve said something.”

“It wasn’t the prince who picked but the king. His father, that prince, his name is Fitz loves my friend Jemma, but his father didn’t notice. Now i’m posing as his bride to cover up their romantic relationship.”

“That is..rather kind of you. Taking the time to do that.”

“Thank you. It’s why i need my jewels back, inside is a bracelet.”

“And the chain? I saw a chain with what looks to be a ring in there.”

“My mothers..it belonged to my parents.”

As the two of them made their way, the pair keep talking sharing a couple of laughs and be careful among the woods. They stopped to food and water, Nikolai tried to escape the girl but ended up being chased by 2 Dark Knights, as he used his sword to try and fight him. He was able to take one down easily with a blast of his shadow and his sword. He was dead within a matter of minutes. The other came out of nowhere starling him, fighting him the best he could when a arrow came into the knight’s back.

Out of breath he blinked, “T-thank you. W-why did you—i could’ve handled that. You didn’t have to come and help.”

“Well you ran off and i saw the black horses. I decided to help you.” She repiled with a little smile, shrugging.

“But why? You could’ve ran.”

“It was a good thing to do, i guess.”

They ended in at a troll bridge, 2 trolls came up asking him what exactly did the young prince want. He explained he wanted the jewelry back and he’ll return the money, holding out the coins. One troll was sniffling the girl weirdly, seeing her being seen as royalty by her jewelry. Charming tried to cover for her, saving she was nobody important.

But they didn’t believe him, as one of the troll held her back ready to hurt her as she shouted to let them go. They threw Charming’s bag on the ground along with his sword. Snow watched him being thrown back onto the ground then picked up kicked away. He was fighting one.

She was let go for a moment said sword to hit the troll telling him to run, as he nodded grabbing the pocket of jewelry then rushed off.

He thought she was behind him, looking over his shoulder to see her losing her grip and seemed more than tired. She lost the sword as it was on the ground. He looked at the pocket full of jewels, thinking on his feet as he smirked and pats his own pockets realizing he still had the dark dust.

Just as Snow thought she was toast, in came a gasping sword hitting one of the trolls as the creature turned around.

“Missed me?” Yelled Charming, as he took the dark dust into his hand and thrashed the troll away. He did the same with the others, before holding out a hand to lift the young girl from the ground. He gave her a gentle yet delightful smile.

She gladly took his hand, dusting off herself was still holding it, returning the lovely smile. She thanked him and asked, “Why come back for me?”

“It was the right thing to do.”

“You were right, those poster are all wrong.”

He picked up their things and lead out away from the troll bridge down the exact path they needed to be on. She blushed realizing she was still holding his hand as he grinned brightly at the moment, he rather liked it.

He realized he had to sadly see her go, returning the bag of jewelry to her. He noticed her open it and hold up a chain, with a tiny hoop that could’ve been mistake as a ring.

He grinned, “What’s that for?”

“For you.” She said, handing it over.

“I couldn’t possibly take it. It’s yours.”

“Yes but, you deserve something good for what you did.”

“I never got your name.”

“Some call me Snow White but others like to call me Amara...”

He repeated the names with a nod, “Amara and Snow..I sometimes get called Nicholas instead of Nikolai.”

She grinned this time, “Sir Nicholas..yet, rather Charming.”

“Charming?”

She shrugged playing it off cool as he chuckled, placing the necklace around his neck, bid her goodbye with a wink.

“Wait? Will i see you again?” She asked, shyly.

He thought about and nodded, “Yeah, we might. Hope to meet you here again soon, Snow.”

~~~

…as Nikolai closed was about to finished reading the last couple of lines, he noticed the women, Jane Doe fingers twitch as if she was reaching out. His eyebrows raised and asked for a doctor, who came and check but the doctor responded that her status seems normal.

But he knew what he saw.

He walked out with a glare, not without a second look at the Jane Doe, running off to find the kids. Belladonna and Joshua was right.

The next day, he found Belladonna with Ethan sitting outside the Diner, explaining to them what exactly happened. Belladonna kept a neutral face as a small smile played on her lips meanwhile her father tried to understand what was going on, rolling his eyes.

His kid started to roll in the adults into her whole curse theory, asking if Nikolai believed in these tales as he got a semi-shrug in response, all he knew is that he helped in a odd way.

The trio entered the hospital after a couple of hours only to find Jane Doe went missing. Erik was there looking into it. Even worse, Nikolai found his older brother, Alexander, standing there asking what the heck is he doing here of all places. Belladonna eyed the man, suspicious of his role in this as she watched the brothers speak.

Ethan spoke up, “What is the mayor doing here?”

“I’m one of her emergency contact, Ms St. James’s mother brought her in a few short years ago, I offered to be on her list.” Alexander responded, glanced between the teen and both men.

“Of course Liane did. Well, she’s gone now, where do you think she would’ve gone?”

“As if I know, according to Sheriff Erik, she just left with no contact. I suggest you stay out of this, all of you.”

Nikolai scoffed, “You would like that, won’t you, Alex? Time is precious and if you’re not gonna help just leave. We both know you’re rather busy.”

Alexander looked at his brother, “Busy is not the word I would put it, I’m not going to argue with you right now. You want to play hero, go ahead.”

With that the man left as Belladonna’s eyes followed him out the double doors, whipping out her phone as she listened to the other’s talk.

Erik, Ethan and Nikolai talked trying to figure out how to go about this. Looking between rounds and security footage of the last 12 hours. They noticed that Jane Doe walked out alone, she was alright.

Ethan asked where did the others lead to, as Erik said, “The woods.”

Belladonna looked up from her phone hearing that last part, excusing herself to go home real quick, saying she got some homework to finalize. But what she really did was head back to home grabbing her copy of the book and finding Joshua to let him what happened.

Belladonna explained the story in full to Snow & Charming taking apart the lines to piece things together, as Joshua listening picking up any clues.

She figured it out before he did where Jane Doe was going, grabbing her flashlight and pepper spray. Joshua joked how they were gonna have to owe Riley and The Twins something like sweets for figuring out the story beforehand.

———

Belladonna lead them into the woods, following the adults trail being quicker than most. Joshua wanted to ask how was she so good at this stuff but decided against it at how impressed he was. He caught her once before she could trip on a log and she thanked him for it.

After a while, Ethan looked over as he was following behind Nikolai and Erik as he noticed the teens.

His eyes widen, “What are you doing here?! Liane is kill me then you, then me again.”

“Relax. Here I know where she is.” She replied calmly, sharing a look with the young brunette.

Joshua got the hint as he added, “It’s right in the details on the story. It’s the bridge.”

Ethan rolled his eyes, “Well, fine, if I lose you both then it be both my fault. Keep walking and don’t break bone while we’re out here.”

The three of them followed the others, as Ethan and Erik found themselves near the tall trees that lead to a Toll Bridge. Before the kids and two men can say a word, Nikolai leaps across the lake to find the women on the ground nearby.

Nikolai and Ethan pulled whatever strength they had, get to Jane Doe laying upright. Erik without a second later, calls an ambulance as Ethan checks for anyone else that could have been near.

As Belladonna shine her flashlight and Joshua checks for any damage to her, it Nikolai who takes charge in bringing the women to wake up. As Joshua was doing started doing CPR, Nikolai did some mouth-to-mouth and as he pulled away, she came up for air.

“Oh, my God!” He said, cupping her face as if naturally pushing hair away from the girl’s face, “Hi there. You gave us all quite a scare.”

“You saved me..” She mutter.

“Do you know your name, sweetheart?”

“..no. Uh Mia…?”

“It’s okay, Mia.” He said, trying to reassure her, “You’re gonna be okay.”

“Thank you..”

——

“Her name is Amelia Spencer.” Liane St. James explained to the group at the hospital. After the 4 of them found Amelia at the woods, she was brought in to get checked out. She continued, “I remember I found her outside the streets some time back but never found true legal documents for her until later. Alexander helped me with that part.”

Ethan shrugged, “Odd. You just found the legal paperwork now for this woman. Is she married? Somebody we can call?”

“She has a friend who lives here in the town, I can call her. But no she’s not married or anything for that matter.”

“But she entered the woods as if she was looking for something.”

Joshua cleared his throat to catch their attention, nodding for Belladonna to speak up, “Or someone. She woke up and was looking for someone.”

Liane sighed looking at her daughter, “Why were you in the woods anyway? It’s dangerous for you, both of you.”

“I can handle myself, Mom. And I wasn’t alone, I knew what I was doing.”

Ethan looked between both young ladies and nodded, “She was fine. I told her to go home but she rather focused on staying.”

Meanwhile, Nikolai looked at the clear doors that held Amelia Spencer who was being looked at by nurses and doctors. She seemed uncomfortable, but her gaze soften as she looked at him. A nurse was checking her pulse as a tiny hoop played on her middle finger.

He sighed giving her a soft smile, playing with the chain around his neck. He knew she was being taken cared of and that’s what mattered. For a split second he thought of the story he read to her hearing the muttering voice of the teens in the background about the situation.

Nikolai stood there for a few short moments listening to the others before deciding to leave the hospital. Not without looking over his shoulder to see Amelia gaze falling on him once again then back to the nurse.

Joshua looked pleased to hear he helped out today, even if it was something minor, a part of him started to wire the whole idea of the tales and the real world together. It was silly but a little cocky hope wasn’t the worst thing. He patted Belladonna on the shoulder as she gave him a tiny smile, before heading out of the hospital.

As he walked out of the medical wing and onto the streets, he saw Nikolai zipping on his coat. He gave him a soft smile, “Hey.”

“Hi.” He replied turning around to face the young brunette with a similar smile, “Everything alright?”

“Yeah. Uh, by any chance that room is still available?”

“Yeah, yeah it is. Let’s go home.”

Joshua nodded following him to the older dark brunette, listening to him talk about some small rules he will need to be followed. Nikolai lead the way, onto the streets on Fighter-Town to his home—their home.

———

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Ahh okay that’s what I got! Sorry if it was a long read 😅 This is one of my favorites so far, tell me what y’all think? ⚔️

Josh and Bella make quite a interesting team don’t you think? Idk it would be nice to possibly make them friends 🤷‍♀️

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[sanjisprincesswifey]

Hiya cherry! I saw ur requests for ur 500 follower event are open and I was wondering if I can request prompt number 7, 13, and 15 with Sanji and she/her pronouns please? Like maybe when they were in wci arc hehe angst to fluff please. Thank you!!🫶🏻💗

note: anon these prompts together are just *chefs kiss* <3 you're an absolute genius! the ending was still kinda angsty, but implies fluff so i hope that's okay :)

♡: female reader. 700+ words. minor whole cake island spoilers! content warnings: angst and mentions of bruises and scars. sfw content.

“when this is all over it’s just going to be you and me, okay sanji?”

the memory of your screams echo through sanji’s head as he desperately searches the rainy, desolate open forest for any sign of you or luffy. bodies of homies and big mom’s soldiers litter the area as he seeks to find two people; luffy and you.

his legs are trembling, maybe from all the running, maybe from his pathetic attempt to try and save you, he wasn’t quite sure.

“y/n? luffy?” he yells, his throat scratchy and hoarse from his sobs. the burden of his heartbreak weakens him to an almost pitiful state as he can barely stand anymore, the damp grass catching his frail body.

“y/n? where—where are you? please say something!” he wails, the burning of his throat is painful, but he knows he deserves it after what he did to you. “i—i don’t need anyone else! i just need…you,” he weeps, the shivering rattling his whole body, “you’re all i need.”

sanji lies on the ground, blond hair pressed against the grass, hand gripping his hair as his sobs echo across the vicinity. the thunderous rain can’t even drown out the pain of the sobs that rise from his chest.

“s—sanji?” a voice calls.

sanji’s head shoots up, desperately looking in the direction the voice came from. he spots a familiar head of dark hair leaning up against a toppled-over tree. he darts in that direction, almost tripping over his own long legs in his haste.

“luffy!” sanji tearfully says, dropping onto the ground next to him and tossing him the picnic basket. “w—where’s y/n? i—i, need to see her! where is she?” he begs.

luffy scoots to the side, revealing you right behind him, lying down on the ground with luffy’s strawhat in your hand. sanji gasps when he is able to get a clear view of you, bloodied and surely bruised underneath your clothing. sanji falls to his knees once again, the sting of the cuts in his skin not even bothering to him as he reaches out to you.

“she fought with me, as much as she could anyway. and she got hurt pretty bad, but she insisted on waiting for you here with me. she said she wouldn’t move an inch,” luffy informs, resting his head on the log behind him.

sanji brushes some loose strands of your hair back, lips quivering at the sight of you. you stir at his touch, mumbling something under your breath. “mmm? sanji?” you ask, rubbing your eyes awake.

“i’m here, my swan. i’m here and i won’t ever leave you again, i—i promise,” he assures, allowing you to rest your head in his lap. you only hum in response, and he can only assume it’s from your lack of food or medical aid.

“i’m just glad you’re back, i missed you,” you mumble, the rumbling of your stomach louder than luffy’s. sanji cringes at the state of the food he had brought for you too knowing it wasn’t sufficient for a woman of your beauty.

luffy holds out his hand to you, the mush of foods together causes sanji to furrow his nose in, disgusted that he brought something of this nature to you. “here y/n, you need to eat,” luffy suggests. and before sanji can smack it out of your hand, you grab the food and take a bite.

in shock, he watches as you take a handful of the mess of food and smile brightly at him. “mmm sanji, this is delicious!” you cheer, happy to have his food back.

sanji cannot stop the onslaught of tears that fall down his face as he clings to your fragile body, “i’m so sorry y/n,” he whimpers, salty tears falling and staining your already ruined dress.

“it’s okay,” you giggle, “just don’t leave again, okay?”

he shakes his head, “i won’t, i promise,” he assures, kissing the back of your hand in plea.

“i’ve lost so many things, but i can’t lose you,” you whisper, looming in and out of consciousness due to your wounds as you weakly reach up to cup his cheek.

he clings to your hand, nodding his head feverishly, “you won’t lose me.”

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[fullstcp]

"Girl Of My Dreams" by Fletcher Sentence Starters

20 SOMETHING

"If you wanna see my face again grab some paper and a pen."

"Lately I've been feeling kinda lonely."

"It's kinda like nobody knows me anymore."

"Maybe I've been looking for a stranger."

"Maybe I've been living for the danger of the fall."

"But, oh, aren't we all?

"Everybody says these are the best years of our lives."

"Then why does everyone around me look so lost tonight?"

"With us it's all or nothing."

"Scared of what's next so we keep on running."

"Kiss me, we won't remember."

I THINK I'M GROWING?

"I've traveled so many places in my head."

"So insecure, so quick to fight."

"I didn't know I was so co-dependent."

"I didn't know I had so much resentment."

GIRL OF MY DREAMS

"She/he/they could've been the one."

"Forever only made a couple trips around the sun."

"Tequila doesn't hit no more."

"I got a new rebound."

"I'm falling for me now."

"I'm over being cynical."

SUCKERPUNCH

"I was lost in transit, you found me stranded."

"Guess I didn't know that love could hit me this hard."

BIRTHDAY GIRL

"What you gonna put your lips on now at midnight?"

"Do you think of me?"

"Do you wish you didn't, but you have to?"

"I don't know myself without you and I want to."

"Something can be wrong even if nothing's wrong."

"I know those seem like shitty reasons for calling it off."

"There were so many things I couldn't be for you."

BETTER VERSION

"I was kind, I was warm, I was patient."

"Look at you, you're a star, I'm the reason."

"Honestly, you're new girlfriend/boyfriend should thank me."

"Do you think of me when you fuck her/him/them?"

"It's always the next person that gets the better version."

"I loved you at your worst."

"I fixed your heart, but mine still hurts."

"We were young, we were dumb, we had issues."

"God knows that we tried."

"I did the heavy lifting, but she'll/he'll/they'll get the happy ending."

"Now the credits are rolling, I played my part."

"You were kind, you were warm, you were patient."

"Look at me, I'm a star, you're the reason."

"Now some other person is gonna get the better version of me."

STING

"Do you ever miss me?"

"You chose brand new over history."

"Don't you wish I was your girlfriend/boyfriend still?"

"Don't you wish it worked and we were on again?"

"Why does it sting?"

"Why am I still hung up on things?"

"Are you gonna give that diamond ring that's meant for me to her/him/them?"

"It's all I got left of you and me."

"Do you ever rewind?"

"I've been hurting from the goodbye."

"Feelings, do they ever die?"

"I wish we were on again."

"I still feel you right here every now and then."

"How much longer will it sting?"

"What if we could start clean with no hard feelings between us?"

"What if we could go back and take it all back?"

BECKY'S SO HOT

"Are you in love like we were?"

"If I were you I'd probably keep her/him/them."

CONVERSATIONS

"My head and my heart are at war and I'm stuck in the crossfire."

"I make things complicated."

GUESS WE LIED...

"Here we go again."

"We're not friends, no, we're not lovers."

"You got a new life in just six seasons."

"I only know you in bits and pieces."

"I'm losing my head trying to hold onto something."

"If you're gonna lie, do it in my bed."

"If you're gonna lie to me, make it worth it."

"I guess you didn't tell the truth."

"Just tell me you don't need me."

"Break my heart and make it easy."

"I heard you're better off and you're doing fine."

"I heard that you're in love, good fucking try."

"I know we said forever but I guess we lied."

SERIAL HEARTBREAKER

"I tend to overcomplicate."

"I overlove, I underplay."

"I'm not the best at breaking up."

"A sucker for the fuck me up."

"I like my alone time."

"I want somebody to hold."

"I tend to contradict a lot."

"I love you more, I love you not."

"I hate it when you're there for me."

HER BODY IS BIBLE

"I found God the moment that I put my lips on yours."

"You're so hot, I'm freaking out."

I LOVE YOU, BITCH

"I get lost in the moment."

"I'm constantly dating, cause I crave validation."

"I've confessed to girls and boys and to strangers on the internet."

"I'm kinda impatient."

"I'm fun when I'm wasted."

"I feel things in my bones."

FOR CARI

"Everybody's trying to make me someone else."

"I know sometimes I'm too hard to love."

"I've been drinking, so I'm gonna speak my mind."

"I'll say 'fuck you' to the bad vibes."

"I'm a bad bitch and nothing can scare me."

"Had a lot of feelings but none like this before."

"I am what I am and I ain't nothing more."

"This city's too big for the small things I need."

"I'm done losing sleep over things I can't be."

"I pleased everybody, so this one's for me."

BETTER VERSION (feat Kelsea Ballerini)

"I grew up for our difference in ages."

"I never thought we were subject to changes."

"I did my best to fix it."

"Til death cause then I meant it."

[shivunin]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @greypetrel💗! Tagging in turn @dungeons-and-dragon-age @daggerbean @ndostairlyrium and @inquisimer no pressure as always c: I've largely been working on a BG3 backstory things now that I've finally finished the game, but here is a bit more of the Hawke in the Fade fic. Here, Hawke's friends have gathered for a sort of last farewell. It's brutal, but I had a lot of fun writing Carver and Fenris in this scene. Their dynamic is working out to be a lot of the backbone of this fic so far and I'm really enjoying seeing where that goes.

“Decided to show up after all?” he asked. 

Fenris stopped just inside Carver’s field of vision. Carver didn’t bother to straighten up. 

“Didn’t have something more important to do?” he went on, abruptly seething. 

He thought of the letters he’d received these past months. M had gone from her usual mischievous self to an increasingly brittle version, as if the effort to keep up the facade had started to strain her, and then…

Sometimes, I wonder if there really is a curse on our family, she’d said in that last letter. It doesn’t seem fair, does it? I swear to you that I am doing everything that I can, but it feels rather like one of those nightmares where you’re running and running and your feet never move. 

Carver, if anything happens to me—I have no right to ask it, but will you please look after Fenris? I don’t know what he’ll do if I’m hurt, and you have a more level head these days. I can’t help but feel like something is going to happen, like those last days in Kirkwall before the end. It looms over me. 

Tell Aveline I’ll see you both soon, alright? she’d said. 

I don’t want either of you to worry, she’d said. 

Well. Carver was feeling plenty of things, but he couldn’t say that worry was one of them. 

“Didn’t feel like taking any more trips across Thedas?” he went on, because fuck him, because he’d said he would be there for her and he’d lied, because Carver wanted Fenris to hurt like he was hurting and he—

He was just standing there. Looking at Carver, as if he’d never seen him before and wasn’t enjoying the experience now.

“What, nothing to say?” Carver snarled, straightening at last. “You aren’t even going to pretend you gave a shit about her?”

“Carver, please—” Sebastian began from inside the house, but it was too late. Fenris had shifted into a slightly different stance, one Carver recognized at once, and his rage turned to a sick sort of relief. At last, this—this was something he knew. Grieving M was wrong, was foreign and unwelcome, but this? 

This was something he understood very well. 

“Say that again,” Fenris said in a low, rough voice. 

Carver spread his hands, Warden armor winking in the dim light through the clouds. What a relief it was to be angry. What a relief it would be to punch the bastard right in the chin. 

“You fucked her and ran away once,” he said. “Don’t know why she was surprised when you did it again.”

He barely managed to finish the last word before the elf was on him, a fist driving into the unshielded space at his ribs. Carver managed himself well enough in turn, he thought. He threw a punch at Fenris’s jaw and kneed him hard in the gut before he was unbalanced enough to fall to the mud and muck below. Perhaps Fenris would have kicked him then; perhaps he would have fallen upon him with fists and elbows. Neither of them had a chance to find out, because Varric was abruptly there. 

Maker, but he looked a decade older than he had when Carver’d last seen him. 

“Stop this,” he said. Carver turned his head and spat blood onto the earth beside him. 

It was still drizzling. The rain fell quickly enough that it blended with the blood until it all looked like nothing at all. 

When he looked up again, Fenris stood some two feet away, hands loose and bloodied. He didn’t look angry. He looked…

“You look like her,” Fenris said, his voice ragged. 

“Piss off,” Carver said, and—as if he hadn’t been hearing the same cursed thing his whole life—tears stung his eyes. 

Fuck that. He wasn’t going to cry over her. M wouldn’t have wanted that. Instead, he scrubbed his hand over his face and levered himself to his feet. Varric tucked the hand he’d offered away again and sighed. 

“Let’s get on with things,” he said. 

What else could they do? Just what he’d done after Bethany and Father and Mother. Exactly what he’d done after losing half the Wardens he’d ever known to some fool’s errand in the desert. 

Get on with it. 

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Dirt Man ||| Heisenberg + Reader

Walking back to Heisenberg's factory after a trip to the village marketplace appears to be scarier than expected. That is, until one of you ends up on the ground.

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Pairing: Karl Heisenberg & Gender Neutral ! Reader

Relationship: Platonic

Tone: Fluff

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The forest was eerily quiet when you and Heisenberg were making your way back to his factory from the village marketplace. It was getting dark, the sun setting in the distance and causing the remaining streaks of light to glow a vivid red. It beamed down through the gaps in the tree canopy and painted the soil below a dangerous muddy crimson. It outlined the leaves scarlet.

There was no breeze, and the leaves and shrubbery sat quietly as if they themselves were hunting. Waiting. It caused a chill to run down your spine, which wasn't eased by the loud steps Heisenberg's boots were leaving behind. A constant, masking noise.

"Can we pick up the pace?" You asked, looking behind you as you readjusted the woven basket filled with containers of locally sourced jam and harvested honey. The glass of the jars clanked against itself, with the metal latches audibly colliding, as you jostled them. A sharp pop here, shrill clung there.

Although unnerving, you knew that with the way you placed the jars inside the basket, secured between two woolen towels, none would break or fall over. The glass of the jars was too thick to break anyways, just as thick as the moment of silence that followed your question.

Then there was another moment. And then Heisenberg's footsteps slowed until they stopped completely.

You couldn't see it, but the tone of Heisenberg's voice was enough to tell you he had raised his brow and now had a smirk pulling at his beard, his eyes hidden behind his glasses yet probably thinned into a cocky look of glee. "What? Is the little lamb scared?"

His cockiness didn't help your nerves as you flinched at the sound of distant birds squawking and setting off into the sunset sky.

"No," you lied, "No I am not. My arms are just beginning to grow tired. I want to get back to the factory as soon as possible, set all this down, you know?"

You paused when you heard him chuckle and saw his head tilt slightly to the side.

"You know you have a very obvious tell when you lie, right?" He said. His body and attention turned to you, the bag of metal scraps he bought from the villagers discarded into the air, hovering as the metal inside shook. He moved his hands to readjust his coat's collar, pulling at his chains and pendants, before settling them onto his hips. Now you didn't just hear the smirk in his voice, you could see it.

"I am not lying," you pressed, frowning, "I'm not scared, just tired-"

You were anticipating him to do something with the way his iron and steel pendants were vibrating against his chest. Maybe a sharp collision of metal, maybe even a small piece flying towards you. What you weren't expecting was a sudden loud tussle of a bush from behind you, followed by the hasty flash of a hare speeding past your legs.

You yelped, recoiling away from the shape in surprise. It made you lose your balance, causing you to stumble backwards, holding the basket with one arm as the other wobbled in hopes to ground yourself. Of course, that failed, and you fell backwards onto the forest soil with a thud.

"Ow," you groaned, reaching at your lower back and gently rubbing it as it began to ache. Your slight cry of pain fell on deaf ears as Heisenberg started roaring with laughter, the sack with metal falling to the ground as he held onto his stomach. You could barely hear the nearby critters dispersing at the sound of his laugh.

You groaned again as you felt your cheeks heat up from embarrassment.

"Laugh it up, metal man," you huffed, placing the basket beside you. You felt your skin crawl from the sudden cold moisture of the dirt that maneuvered its way to your skin, and hoisted yourself up and back onto your feet. You could see bits of soil and mud stick to your clothing and no matter how much you tried to just simply brush it off, it appeared to have sunken into the pores of the fabric.

Heisenberg was still laughing, albeit quieter.

"It's not even that funny," you argued.

"It was that funny alright!" He chuckled right back, wiping underneath his glasses. He had noticed that you had stood up, and began to slowly walk backwards and towards your initial destination after grabbing hold of the bag of scrap. You took it as a sign to pick up the basket and start following him. "If only you saw your face. I say it almost beats the face of the tall freak when I track dirt into her castle! All because of some rabbit."

"It was a hare," you corrected, which earned you a snort in return.

You rolled your eyes, nearly missing that smile on his lips falling and his body tipping backwards with a wobble. He let out a loud curse as his body thudded to the ground, the sack of scrap metal tumbling a few feet to the side as Heisenberg's arms awkwardly sprayed themselves on the ground. His hands balled into fists, hitting the ground before he rolled over to the side.

You couldn't stop, laughing just as loud as he had before with tears at your eyes as you held onto your stomach for support. You hiccuped for air as you saw him struggle to sit up. His body weight had trapped the majority of his coat beneath himself, meaning that as he pushed to sit up, he was pulled right back down with another irritated curse. It only made you snicker more.

"Did you fall?" You started, smirking when you saw his annoying eyes snap to stare at you, "all because of some dirt?"

"There was a fucking tree root," he countered quickly. After struggling to stand up, he finally managed. He ignored the dirt on his clothes, snatching the sack off the ground and stomping away.

"Not a word of this to anyone," he said in a loud mumble.

"Whatever you say, dirt man."

The dismissive wave of his hand was enough to beckon you to follow, the initial fright of the darkening forest ignored as you happily made your way back to his factory, the woven basket secure in your arms.

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The Wolf Way (X)

Warnings: Rut/Heat. Mating Cycles. Fluff. Smut. Dirty talk. Bratty Omega. Vaginal sex. Mating.

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Sam didn't take a lot of time to find the girls, but seeing Dean touching them all over made him stop to give them privacy.

It was, after all, an Alpha's right to first knot the first Omegas he caught, and his brother was seemingly having a lot of fun with them.

But then, of course, slippery little Dittie tried to run off.

She looked so small and delicious below him, Sam just wanted to taste every inch of her as she squirmed and moaned.

Before his little wife could run away, he picked her up and used a hand to pull her leg around his waist, letting her do the same with the opposite.

"Were you lost, little Omega?" he teased her.

She breathed heavily, both from pleasure and exhaustion.

"I thought you liked the chase, daddy," she tried to coo him.

Sam scoffed.

"Oh, I like the chase," he squeezed her thighs. "But I want my prize now."

Sam kissed her neck, falling to his knees and propping her hips up, rubbing his cock on her pussy, a perfect display for Dean and Thea.

"Daddy," she moaned. "Please."

"What, baby?" he cooed, teasing her entrance. "What do you need?"

She squirmed, rubbing herself on him.

"Fuck me?" she pointed. "Please?"

His sweet little Omega, already begging to become a cum drunk whore.

He teased her entrance and pushed his cock into her, sinking slowly.

"That's what you wanted?" he teased her.

Dittie whined.

"Yes, daddy," she tried to push herself down further.

That was what was different between him and Dean. His brother always shoved his cock - considerably thicker than his own - into his bunny and didn't even wait. But even when Sam was in rut, he let his Omegas adapt to him - especially considering they hadn't had sex since they had left their home, because of the trip and the children.

"You are such a good Omega," he petted her clit, watching her cunt stretching for his cock. "Look at this, so good. So wet for your big, big Alpha."

Dittie melted against him, little thing finally relaxing and giving up the chase, moaning as he slowly fucked her.

Just a few steps from them, Dean was just pulling out from Thea and flipping her for a new round, not caring about how dirty they were from the earth.

Sam couldn’t believe that even though he had already thoroughly explored his omega’s body, the sight of her still drove him crazy.

He pulled her hair back to get access to her full tits, swollen and sensitive with milk still inside of them. Fuck, he loved her small tits, but he adored them when they were this big and full.

Sam bit her nipple and she cried out, sensitive, and pulled on his hair just as he sucked on her peak, feeling the sweet taste of milk on his tongue.

Oh, he would make sure to milk his pretty Omegas' tits to keep them producing even more milk. Of course, he would leave enough for the pups, and would keep their mothers wellfed.

"Sam, Alpha!" Dittie cried. "I'm gonna cum."

He rubbed his fingers on her clit, fast and hard, and his wife pulled on his hair, sinking her teeth onto his neck just as she came.

He came quickly at the feeling, knotting her, and only opened his eyes when he heard his brother crying out, and could be Thea licking his neck, plushy lips tainted with his blood.

"Good bunny," Dean growled, squeezing her hips flush against his, looking proud.

Sam moved on his feet, sitting and caressing Dittie's back as she nosed his neck, licking his bitten gland.

"I hope you two learn your lesson," Dean lied on the dry leaves. "And this place has no ants."

His eyes widened, suddenly realising the danger they were in, by laying and sitting naked on the floor, and the girls giggled.

"We regularly check for ants," Dittie assured them.

"And we learnt our lesson," Thea pulled away from Dean's neck and shot Sam a little smile. "We just need to be a little more crafty in the next round."

"So no ants?" he asked, to make sure.

"No ants!" the girls answered together.

He chuckled and squeezed Dittie's ass.

"If you two can escape next round," he pinched her cheek. "We'll see."

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Whew, here it is fellas. I wanted to make this as intimate yet tense as possible. I hope you guys like this. Without further ado, part 3 is here. I wrote this in such a way that new readers can enjoy this even without reading the first installments. Thank you everyone!

Scenario: You join Kise’s team on a business trip in Osaka, during which Kise finally garners enough courage to confront you about your past relationship.

Pairing: ex-lover Kise Ryouta x reader

"Ryouta, listen to me please."

The voice haunted him towards the depths of his mind no matter how much he tried to drown them. But those words, spoke out softly yet as sharp as knives, plunged deep into the wound he thought was healing.

"We need to talk.”

He vaguely remembered shunning you, alcohol bottle in his hand, a shit-eating grin on his face. Kise shuddered as he walked down the corridor while increasing his pace.

“Come on! I just need a minute. I just need a minute for you to hear—stop that! Look at me please.”

If he had listened back then, would he be here now, wondering yet again if he’s torn another piece of your heart?

Shaking his head with a quick move, Kise bit on the inside of his cheek and strode forward. 

He's never cried for anyone before. He's vowed never to have his heart broken again. Never to cry for a girl again. 

Could he allow himself to bare his whole being once again for you?

Having stopped in front of your hotel room, Kise inhaled a large amount of air before exhaling and feigning a series of labored breaths. He slapped both of his cheeks repeatedly, before leaning onto the frame of the door and mustering up the most frightened and shaken look on his profile

He choked out your name, landing a series of rapt knocks on the door. "I need—I'm—"

Amidst the noise he was making, he could imagine, just from how much he knew you in the past, you furrowing your eyebrows and jumping out of bed in mild panic. 

1…2…3…Walking towards the door.

4…5…6…Looking onto the peephole.

7…8…9…Deciding whether to open the door and let the monster who killed you inside.

10.

"Kise?" you called, your voice octaves of apprehension and surprise as your door opened. 

The blond wasted no further time and pushed the door and got into your room. He leaned onto the wall for support and ran his hand across his damp hair.

"What in the world happened to you?" you asked, locking the door and looking at him as though he was chased by a mad psychopath with a chainsaw. 

Kise made an effort to look like he was catching his breath before shaking his head. "Fangirls—they saw me."

The colors in your eyes immediately shifted. "That's it? I thought you were in danger! Get out of here!"

"You don't understand," he said. "They're rabid. They'll totally eat me alive, literally."

"Not really my problem," you scoffed, already grabbing onto his arm to pull him out.

Kise noticed the way your fingers curled around his arm as if any more contact would sear your skin. 

"Let me stay, please? Just for a while."

You stopped motionless, eyes refusing to gaze upon him. Kise could see the gears in your head spinning. 

"I was supposed to go to Saki's," he lied. "There's a pizza party in his place and we boys—"

“Okay, okay," you raised one hand in front of him and pinched the bridge of your nose with another. "Five minutes and you're out."

Kise instantly brightened up as he started following you in. You stopped midway when you noticed him right behind you.

"Stay there." You pointed at the sofa before sneering at the bottle of alcohol he was holding. 

He did as told and carefully sat down. "What are you doing anyway? The girls have their own party held in your assistant's room."

You kept your silence, sitting back on bed and getting back to the task you were working on with your laptop. Kise squinted his auster irises at you. It dawned to him that your hair which was usually gathered up into a bun was falling freely down your shoulders. 

How he wanted to run his hands across each strand. 

"Have you been eating?"

The question caught you off guard. "What?"

"You look unhealthier than ever," he commented. "You're not eating enough—on second thought, I think you're not sleeping enough."

You pressed your lips into a thin line before grabbing the pillow beside you and placing it in front of you. "I'm busy. Shut up for a while, please."

Feeling his heart make an unbelievable leap, he raised the bottle and summoned a smile. "Wanna drink this?"

Your eyes screamed disbelief. "I hate vodka. Kise, please, shut up."

He amped up his smile several volts. "How about a deal? I won't bother you for the rest of our stay in Osaka, if," he paused to raise one finger in the air. "...you drink with me in a game of Answer or Drink."

The blond actor readied the upcoming angry yaps followed by his ass being kicked out of your room but was instead mildly surprised when your eyes twinkled in the most subtle way possible. You bit your bottom lip, the action sending electricity down his spine. You held the pillow in front of your chest and sank down on the carpeted floor in front of him.

"You'll shut up forever?" you asked. 

He smirked and joined you on the ground. "One game."

You scowled at him, shooting up and going to your kitchen to procure two glasses. "Fine."

He kept his cool demeanour intact, willing the nervousness and excitement of the prospect of being given a chance to ask you everything he wanted to surface. 

Why you even said yes was beyond him.

Not that he was complaining.

"You go first," he told you while you handed his glass to him. 

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Were you really chased by fangirls? In this hotel?"

His eyes widened. You saw through him? Kise grabbed the bottle and poured the liquid into his glass before chugging the content down. 

A soft gasp escaped you. "You little asshat"

"Hey," he said lightly, "I didn't answer the question. Doesn't mean I said yes or no, right? Anyway, my turn." Kise rested his chin on his hand and leaned forward with a feral grin. "Why are you keeping that pillow close to you?"

It was your turn to widen your eyes with panic. You instinctively hugged the pillow closer and flushed a lovely shade of pink. You promptly took the bottle from him and poured some in your glass. 

Kise indulged himself with a string of laughter as you downed the contents with a wince. 

"My turn," you snarled like an angered blushing kitten. "What are you doing here?"

Kise shrugged. "I wanted to talk to you." 

"What?" you screeched. "What do you want?"

"Ah, ah," he wiggled his finger. "One question at a time."

The glower that barred your features painted another smile on his lips. "My turn. Why do you have that pillow in front of you?"

"That again?" you almost yelled, your cheeks turning from pink to red. "Ask another."

"Drink or answer.”

You drank.

Stubborn. Kise smirked. 

"Now, what are you doing?" you demanded.

"I wanted to apologize, okay? For being an ass again. I didn't mean to push you away like that when you were… trying to fix things between us.”

You waited for more explanation to come but he wasn't simply going to hand out everything in one go. Not without him getting all the answers from you. Kise eyed the still full bottle of vodka. 

Yep, this was going to take a while. 

"Me. Why the pillow?" he pressed on.

Your eyes fell to the glass and raised them again with a fierce glare. By now, you should know he isn’t stopping.

"I'm not wearing any bra, okay? Happy? You knew that from the start, you jerk."

He did, but he didn't expect his cheeks to heat up at your statement. "Ahh, wow. Wait, give me a moment here."

Kise watched you tear your eyes from him as he fanned his face in an attempt to decrease the temperature. He grinned. This felt like old times. 

"Ask me," he stated as he felt the tension that was puncturing him between his shoulder blades ease up a bit. 

Tracing your finger on the rim of the glass, you sighed and glanced at him. "Are you going out with your co-actress? You know… the one being linked to you?”

He blinked. He surely wasn't expecting you to start asking 'the' questions. Count on you to get the ball rolling. To spark the fire in him.

His eyes softened. "We're not."

"You're not? But it's all over the news. You've been going out with her since, like, forever."

"That's another question, but okay." Kise rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand, choosing his next words carefully. "We're not together. We go out but as friends. It's a strategy to keep other rumors from going about, so people would back off."

"Then why does she act as if—”

“My turn," he cut you off, even though he was dying to know what you were about to ask. "Are you seeing someone right now?"

He felt his heart which was about to take off in an elation sink once again in inexplicable disappointment as the vodka in your glass was reduced to droplets at the bottom. A surge of pain rushed across his body. You didn't say yes or no. Just a refusal to answer a prying question he supposedly had no right to ask. 

You let out a breath, putting your hand on your cheek perhaps to cool your flush. The alcohol was getting to you. 

"Do you have feelings for her?" you asked, voice small and timid. 

He was thinking of drinking his shot just to get back to you, but he shook his head, twirled the unruly fringe hanging in front of his head. "We're just friends."

There was a hint of doubt in the way you regarded him, head tilting at one side, seemingly trying to look through any mask he might be wearing. 

He class your name lowly as you tighten your arms around the pillow. "Who was that guy?"

The man who had his lips locked on yours that night 7 years ago. The man who had his hand buried into your hair. The man who plunged the knife between you. The man you cheated on Kise with.

You sighed for the umpteenth time, placing the the pillow beside you. "It's…he was just a classmate from Literature."

"Why?"

You fixed a stare and said, "Not your turn anymore." You paused, letting the tension in the air thicken into a suffocating mass enough to drain all the oxygen in his lungs. "Do you still love me?"

Glasses fell. Liquid splashed. Breaths halted.

Kise had his hands on your shoulders, keeping you at place—your heartbeats ringing into the abyss of silence. 

Your name came out as a snarl as Kise stared at you, "Why did you cheat on me?"

"You haven't answered my question yet."

"Answer me."

Gold lost sight of your eyes as you closed them tightly, unconsciously knocking your forehead onto his. "Kise—"

"Tell me," he said almost pleadingly, pressing on you. "Why?”

You gulped in effort, and decided to unbury your past. "I needed a reason for you to hate me. I didn't know how to break up with you without you blaming yourself. I had to. Ryouta, I—"

"You never loved him?" he asked.

"No," you whispered and that was all he needed before he captured your lips possessively. Hungrily. Greedily. He needed this. He needed you so bad his blood was curdling. 

Kise nipped on your jawline and then placed a kiss on your neck, eliciting a soft gasp from you as you arched your body into him. You returned the fervor by intertwining your fingers on his golden locks before pulling his head down rather forcibly to bite on his lower lip.

A growl tore out of his throat as his vision turned into a wash of white. "Please," he begged. 'Don't leave me again.' He ran his hand on the side of your body and reached for the hem of your sweatshirt, lifting it up to gain access when you wrapped your fingers around his wrist. 

"Wait," you breathed. The animal inside him roared impatiently as he froze to look into her eyes. "Do you want this?"

"Yes," he said without skipping a beat. 

You reached for the buttons on his shirt, freeing him from his clothing in a painfully slow motion. Planting a chaste kiss on his chest, you trailed a feathery touch across his abdomen as a combination of a whimper and purr reverberated from him. 

He was barely able to register you pushing him towards the bed. You latched onto him and brushed your lips on his forehead. 

You straddled him and wrapped your arms around his neck.  "Are you sure about this?" 

Kise stared into the mixture of both fear and boldness in your eyes. He wasn't sure what was going to happen after this little madness you were about to crash into. Waking up from a beautiful nightmare like this often entailed unpredictable consequences, like freely falling to oblivion without knowing if one would survive. 

He wasn't sure. 

But he was damn sure he wanted this more than anything.

"I'm sure. You?"

He didn't need to hear the answer from you as you pushed him to lie on the bed. You placed your hands beside his head on each side, your hair cascading down as you looked from his eyes down to his exposed abs. Kise could feel the hesitance emanating from you like shackles pulling you back into hiding, but that was only momentary, because when you flickered your gaze back to him, he knew you desperately wanted him as much as he did. 

"Ryouta?" you whispered, leaning down to kiss him.

"Don't call me that," he warned against your lips. "I won't be able to control myself.”

Thank you for reading, everybody! Please let me know what you think. Have a safe weekend.

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[the-fiction-witch]

27th Little Rabbit

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Character jake Murry

Couple jake X Reader

Rating Scary

I was fearful but I knew it was merely my mind playing tricks on me in the dark fog, I was more than certain the boys were just playing a trick on me.

Even if I couldn't help my mind running on a night like this.

A right of passage they said, everyone had to do it. To talk about abandoned gardens on a foggy night, I prayed it was a wind-up but I held my knife's blade in my pocket just in case.

I'm sure once this place was beautiful with stone bridges, flower trellis, stone statues, and benches, I'm sure once it would have been a relaxing peaceful place but now the river dry and the flowers dead it merely made the hair on my neck stand on end. Spooked to my very soul with every owl hoot or twig snap. I tried just to be brave as I didn't want to seem like a wimp to everyone else I'd never hear the end of it if I did,

I stopped short as I heard a sound enough to make the strongest gym bro wet himself, a soft gentle singing.

You'd think such a song with such a sweet voice would be comforting, but here it echoed in the empty garden with a strange unearthly sound.

I got faster trying to just get out of here before I lost it, but I saw across the way a figure in white moving between the long dead trees and overgrown ivy.

"Hell no" I gulped trying to bolt back the way I came back over the stone bridge but as I reached the apex of the bridge - there stood a woman.

In a long white dress dragging on the floor with ivy, thorns and moss stuck in the dress train, the white dress seemed almost to glow her hair long with dead withered flowers woven in, a bouquet of long dead and dry flowers in her lace gloved hands. "Fuck" I gasped I rubbed my eyes trying to clear them and my stupid head but she only slowly turned to me strangely her face was beautiful like a perfect bride to be strange given how old everything on her seemed to be

"Hummm... Hello little rabbit" she chuckled

"uhhh hello" I nodded trying to remain composed

"What's a pretty thing like you doing here?"

"Ohhh uhh just uhhhh for a walk" I lied, not sure why that came out my mouth but my brain and mouth don't have a lot of communication right now

"I see, don't you know that it's very dangerous to be out this late at night" she says

"Yeah... uhhh what are you doing here?"

"I'm waiting,"

"Waiting, for what?"

"My wedding" she says turning her attention off the bridge again

"Your, your wedding?" I asked Okay either I'm losing it or she's crazy "This garden hasn't been used in years. the house attached was demolished years ago, before even my nan was born. This hasn't been open for years"

"I know"

"Then why are you still waiting?"

"he promised he'd be only a moment"

"You've waited here all this time?"

"Of course," she says turning her face back to me but this time

Her face was deathly pale, her skin rotting off her bones, and her eyes disappeared completely.

"Aaahhhhh!" I screamed falling backwards onto the stone of the bridge

"You should be careful, before this night is done you could end up in trouble unholy things walk these paths this late at night" She smirked

"Unholy things like you?"

"I'd hardly call me unholy, I am the least of your concerns here little rabbit." she says turning away her face returning to the same beautiful and normal way it was when I first saw her

"What are you?"

"The remanence of a promise forgotten. Left to rot and die like this very garden" she explained "Now you best be getting home little rabbit" she chuckled "That is your Que. to run" she giggled

I didn't wait to hear more I got up and bolted as fast as I could trying to get the hell out of there when I spotted the gate I felt a weight lift but before I could reach it I tripped and saw a steam of thorns had wrapped themselves around my leg "ahhhhhh!" I screamed as they tightened and tugged me away from the gate I dug my nails into the dirt but still, that did nothing as it slowly dragged me further away from the gates.

"I love a good chase" Her voice smirked I looked up and saw her on the bridge above me rotten and broken as the veins pulled me down into what once held the water for the garden down deep into the dark muddy hole, I screamed and cried begging anyone who could hear me for help but none came as they dragged me down further and further until the last sight I saw was her stood over me with a wicked smile before darkness as the dirt and mud rushed over my face "Nighty night little rabbit, you'll join us soon enough"