#'you're a thousand words i could never speak i'm sorry i ever left you but i couldn't ever come back' what the fuck does that mean

[born-to-lose]

Why is the ex yearning every time I'm starting to get over him

#like yeah sometimes i do wish he would come back but if you're so sorry you left me why don't you have the guts to tell me directly #instead of prose posting on your blog. i didn't block you you can reach out if you really mean it #'you're a thousand words i could never speak i'm sorry i ever left you but i couldn't ever come back' what the fuck does that mean #do you regret leaving me now or not make up your fucking mind i asked you a month ago and you said you don't want to get back together #then what is this now for fuck's sake #'i'm broke to the inside and can't fix it' i literally tried to fix you but you pushed me away #you gotta accept help when you're offered it by someone who actually loves you #the excuse that you need to work on yourself and get better was so fucking stupid like how would that even work #when you cut the person who's willing to go through it all with you out of your life without a warning #mel talks

[punk4ndisorderly]

dreamboat

jack hughes x fictional character

intro | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | epilogue

part 4 -suddenly

Ava couldn't be there. She felt ridiculous, embarrassed, ashamed even, being the center of attention in this situation. Never in her life would she have thought she'd have someone fighting for her honor. Well, not really fighting, it was one punch, and Ethan was out.

Trevor and Cole ran from their room when they heard the loud thud in the living room, the stunned looks on their faces matching everyone else's.

Jack was breathing heavily through his nose, his chest puffed. No one had ever seen him that mad outside of the rink. Hell, even in the rink, he had never looked that furious.

Dylan and Mark begrudgingly helped Ethan up, taking him to the kitchen to get some ice. The rest of the boys looked on, but no one said a word.

"Next time you should think if going out with the most beautiful girl in the world is more embarrassing than going out with a black eye before you open your fucking mouth." Jack spat, right as Quinn and Luke hastily came down the stairs.

"Jack, stop talking, please." Ava begged, unshed tears in her eyes. "Don't drag this on. I feel humiliated enough as it is." she nearly whispered.

"What the hell is going on?" the eldest Hughes raised his voice, looking between the two of them before scanning the room. "Why are you dipshits hanging around?" he continued. "If you're not involved in whatever this is, I suggest you move this party to your rooms."

The young men Luke had invited to stay over left one by one, the air thick with tension over the events of the last couple of minutes. Trevor and Cole refused to follow, clearly wanting an explanation as to why their friend looked like he was milliseconds away from blowing a fuse.

Quinn turned to his brother, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Jack."

"I've dealt with it."

"I don't care." the Canucks' captain stated dryly. "Speak."

"Quinny, please." Ava intervened. "It was stupid."

His eyes softened when he turned to face the girl he took care of like a little sister.

"Yeah, okay. You're not talking, fine." he gave in. "But you're apologizing to Eddy." Quinn pointed at his sibling. "This is not how grown men deal with shit."

"I don't care." Jack shrugged. "I'm not apologizing. He should be the one apologizing."

"You can't just say shit like that and not explain yourself. That's my teammate. He's a friend. If he did something I need to know." Luke spoke up, towering over him.

"Yeah, man, I need to know if I'm kicking this kid's ass or not." Trevor prompted, raising his eyebrows.

"Forget it." he sighed, turning his back to them. "I don't want you here when I wake up." he added menacingly as he walked past the kitchen and out the sliding doors into the backyard.

"Oh you did not just leave me here to deal with this..." Ava mumbled under her breath, stalking behind him as quick as she could.

Finding him sat on the dock, his feet dipped in the water, the brunette didn't bother with small talk.

"What the hell were you thinking?"

"Sorry, I just couldn't not say something if they kept on pushing." he spoke softly, still facing the large body of water.

"We'll discuss that later, I meant what the hell were you thinking when you socked Ethan? Are you insane?"

"Coop, what he said..." Jack began, turning to her.

"I've heard it thousands of times before. It's hurtful, yes, but I can get my point across with words, I always have. You can't go out punching every guy who says nasty things about me."

"As a matter of fact, I can." he stated. "Give me names."

Ava let out a chuckle, releasing some of the tension accumulated inside her. His eyes scanned her face cautiously, the moonlight illuminating it in a totally different way than the sunlight did, and he wanted to learn all about the part of her that could only be seen in it.

"I'm a big girl. Literally and figuratively. This is not your weight to take on..."

"Yes it is, Ava."

She groaned loudly, looking up at the sky.

"I don't want you to get into any trouble for me... And the thing is... I don't get it, Jack. Why are you like this? Why do you do this? Why was there steam coming out of your ears?"

"God, Coop, you cannot be serious." the Devils' player scoffed, getting up to leave.

"Jack!" the brunette huffed, raising to her full height. "What did I say?"

"Isn't it obvious by now?" he retorted.

"Clearly not! There is no reason why -"

"I love you, Ava!" Jack blurted out, holding his arms out. "That's why. I can't help it if I get protective and want to punch the shit out of men who treat you like shit! I can't help getting jealous either! It's something I have to deal with, I know. it would be a lot easier if I didn't care this much, but I do."

His longtime friend, the one he compared everyone else to, stood there, shocked. He could tell she was replaying his words in her head. Deciding if she was going to believe him or not.

"I... We're... Jack, we're never even playing in the same league. You can't just..."

"Stop bullshitting me. I know guys like Ethan legitimize this belief you have deep inside that you're inferior to any other woman because you have a different body type but trust me when I say there is no one else who has ever made me feel like you do. No one I'd rather tell my deepest, darkest fears and secrets to. No one makes me laugh like you do. No one gets me as flustered as you do and they are certainly not in any of my most unholy thoughts, looking exactly like you do. You drive me insane, Cooper. Just the way you are."

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A/N: last part!! now on to the social media epilogue 🫢 hope you enjoyed this one!!!

#jack hughes x oc #jack hughes x fictional character #jack hughes x chubby!reader #jack hughes x ava cooper #jack hughes fanfiction #dreamboat jack hughes #jack hughes #trevor zegras #hockey #hockey boys #quinn hughes #alex turcotte #luke hughes

[insertsickusername13]

WROTE THIS IN LIKE AN HOUR IGNORING A BIG ASSIGNMENT I HAVE DUE TONIGHT SO GTG BUT HERE IT IS, THIS FIC WAS THE ORIGINAL CONCEPT FOR I CAN'T MISS YOU (the fic i wrote that we do NOT speak of that was embarrassing) THAT GOT LOST ALONG THE WAY I DID NOT REREAD IT SO IF THERE'S GRAMMAR MISTAKES SORRY

word count: 2036

Rich heard from friends that Jake had spent almost every waking moment in the hospital while Rich had been in his coma. According to them, Jake had been worried sick. He talked about Rich constantly, asked about him repeatedly, paid hospital bills, and brought flowers and gifts every other day. 

They also tried to tell him that Jake being incessantly clingy ever since Rich had woken was natural, that it was kind.

Rich was pretty sure it was a trick. There was no way Jake, who had everything and lost everything, could forgive Rich in a heartbeat. Rich knew Jake was perfect from day one, admired every inch of him before Jake even knew Rich's name, but this was too far. This was unnatural, the self-destructive part of Jake taking over rather than an angelic act of kindness. 

"It's okay," Rich said for the umpteenth, "If you need time or space, or—"

"Rich," Jake said, smiling down at him, "I promise. I forgive you."

Rich studied him, searching his face for the lies in his words. He was just the same as Rich had left him: soft lips that formed soft smiles, light freckles like stardust from the heavens, a thin line between his eyebrows from all the times he scowled down at his homework, frustrated that he couldn't be perfect first try.

"Are you s—"

Jake grabbed Rich's unbandaged hand and squeezed gently. The touch had Rich seeing stars. 

"Yes. A hundred percent. More than that. A thousand. A million. Whatever it takes to convince you."

Rich looked down at their hands, his cheeks matching his faded-out streak.

"So," Jake said slowly, as if he was explaining something to a toddler, "I really, really do want you to move in with me, okay?"

He squeezed Rich’s hand again, and when he pulled back there was a key pressed into Rich's palm, cold and metal and real. 

Rich couldn't talk. He nodded rapidly like a lovestruck girl who'd just been proposed to and cried into Jake's varsity jacket when he got to see their apartment for the first time. 

It was too easy.

Setting up Rich's new room was too easy. Making dinner together was too easy. They'd gone from friends to nothing to roommates as if nothing had ever happened—there should have been some difficulty. Some adapting. But when Jake hugged Rich from behind, using Rich as a makeshift cane while his real one leaned against the kitchen island and whispered, "You're the best thing to ever happen to me," Rich was suddenly forced to forget that life could ever be too easy.

Friends to lovers was the same as friends to roommates. Rich confessed to Jake on the couch and Jake dragged them to the shower, turned on the water, and kissed him amidst the steam. 

"What the fuck?" Rich said, smiling so hard the conviction in his words was lost to sugar-like giddiness. 

"I'm not giving you some lame-ass first kiss. Hence: kiss in the rain."

"We're in a shower."

"You're a buzzkill."

"You're an idiot."

"You're a dick."

"Suck my dick."

Jake gave him an ingenuous smile and, like an overeager virgin, promptly stuck his hand in Rich's pants.

Rich didn't think about anything being too easy as Jake took him to dinner a week later, or pecked him on the cheek while walking down the school hallways, or left bruises on his neck in the quieter parts of the library. He only reveled in the feeling of being loved, of having everything he'd never dreamed of without voices screaming in his head and electricity shooting up his spine.

Jake was safety. Being wrapped in his arms was like having everything else erased and blurred into unimportant lines of text, a book Rich no longer had to participate in. He wasn't a determined main character, a traumatized side character, or a comic-relief love interest. He was only Jake's, and everything was perfect that way.

Until some terrifying climax started hovering on the horizon and Rich lost the privilege of living in just the rising action. 

Jake held on too tight. Stayed up too late. Talked too long. He filled every moment of silence with desultory rambling, never giving Rich the chance to ask are you okay?

The terror of losing Jake lived in every molecule of air Rich breathed. There was no SQUIP in his mind to tell him when he was messing up anymore. Every word Rich said could have only been making it worse and he'd have no idea.

He stayed up late overthinking every interaction with Jake, searching for the exact moment he'd fucked up. It must've been something terrible. Earth-shattering. If Jake could forgive him for Halloween but not this, it must've been something so purely unholy even the devil wouldn't know what to say at the sight of it.

Rich stared at the wall in front of him, sorting through memory after memory clumsily; messily; desperately.

"Are you awake?" Jake whispered, voice thick with unshed tears. The noise was sudden and jarring. But, as Rich was learning, if he spoke he might only make it worse. If he gave any indication that he was awake then Jake might force them to talk until everything they'd mended shattered.

Rich stayed perfectly still. He kept his breathing level. He just wanted one more night of Jake holding him, his nose pressed against Rich's spine as he got as close as he could. One more night.

"I miss you," Jake continued. The way he said it, like the moon and stars above were telling him not to, made the words sound thick with shame despite the seemingly innocent, even benign, implications behind them. "I miss you so fucking much and I—I... I'm so sorry."

He burrowed his face into Rich's shirt to muffle a quiet sob. Rich felt Jake's words like acid in his mouth.

"It's not fair. It's not, it's not." Jake pulled back just long enough to gasp in a breath of air before pressing his face against Rich again. His hands were shaking and clutching Rich's torso hard enough to leave bruises.

"I love you. I love you so fucking much it's going to kill me, and—and it's you, I swear it's you, I love you."

Chloe. Christine. Madeline. Penelope. Jackie. Helen. 

Rich trusted Jake with his soul, but the guilt in his voice and stature had the name of every girl Jake had slept with bobbing to the surface. Kayley. Aurora. Nina.

"But—" Rich's heart stopped. “—but...before. The squip. He—fuck."

Jake wrenched himself away, ripping his arms from around Rich to wrap them around himself protectively.

"Fuck. I feel so fucking naive. It was manipulation. I know that."

His words were getting louder, edging on yelling now that Rich wasn't there to muffle the sound. Still, Rich kept his breathing steady. He was asleep. He wasn't hearing this... this... what? Confession? Break-up speech? He was going to puke if he thought about what this could all be leading up to for a second longer.

"And…and he wasn't real. And it was just a robot catering to my every need and want, but fuck, he was my best friend. And you're so different now, and I love you for it. I love you like this. I can't do this, because I've got you right here, I do, I love you, but I lost my best fucking friend, and everyone's acting like I'm supposed to be fine with it and I just—I can't—"

Oh. Jake missed squipped Rich.

Rich's eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. Jake was behind him, sitting upright with his hands tangled in his hair. Rich could hear his breathing, echoey and raw, heaved in and out with the desperation of a madman. 

"Fuck. Fuck. You should've just killed me. You should've locked me in my bedroom and watched me die. Put me out of my fucking misery instead of letting fate torture me like this."

Rich had to put a hand over his mouth to stop a sob from escaping. Jake was too lost in his rant to notice, leaning back against the wall with his head tilted back to glare at the ceiling. 

Rich could feel the remnants of the SQUIP scraping at the back of his skull, begging to be let out with a new, desperate fervor that Rich was sure he was feeding into. At that moment, with his eyes squeezed shut and his hand over his mouth to hide his crying, he wanted it back in his mind, if only to erase this night from his memory. If only to make Jake happy. 

"I love you," Jake whispered. He sounded empty now, his anger placated by the catharsis of confessing to the dark. "I love you so fucking much and I can feel myself pushing you away and I can feel you letting me and for the love of all things good and holy, you have to stop me before I ruin the best thing to ever happen to me just because I'm a fucking coward who can't move on from some robot."

Rich didn't want to stop him. Rich agreed. He missed who he was. He missed the easy confidence, the straight-As. The sauntering down the hallways and having everyone bend to his will just because they liked him. He understood what Jake missed. He missed it too.

"Please, please. I can't do this anymore. I can't miss you like I do when you're right in front of me—"

"We both miss him,” Rich whispered, “It's okay."

For a moment, Rich was convinced Jake had ceased to exist. That he'd simply evaporated. He didn't speak, didn't move, didn't breathe. It sounded like his heart had stopped in his chest. 

But then, slowly, his voice trembling, Jake choked out, "...Rich?"

Rich rolled over, unashamed of the tears on his cheeks.

"Yeah?" he replied, sounding casual compared to the destruction tearing through every neuron inside him.

"How long have you…?"

He didn't even need to finish his question to know the answer. He stared down at Rich through the darkness, eyes glistening with tears that matched Rich's. 

"I'm sorry," he breathed, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it. I was just rambling, I swear, I didn't... I didn't..."

Rich shook his head. The lump in his throat hurt too much to talk, so he was forced to simply sit up and throw his arms around Jake's neck. Jake didn't hug him back, instead hovering helplessly, his hands up in the air like he was surrendering. 

"You love me?" Rich rasped. 

"With all my heart. I swear, I swear it, okay? I hate myself for—"

Rich shook his head against Jake's neck. "No, no, it's okay. You love me, but he was different. Fuck, he was so easy. He could just...he was so much better than me."

As if he'd never not been hugging Rich, Jake's palms were suddenly pressed against Rich's shoulder blades, warm and safe.

"That's not true," he said, "I only fell in love with you."

"But he made everything so simple. I miss it so much, Jake. He could just talk and everyone was happy and teachers loved him and his grades were perfect and he always knew what to say to make you feel better."

Jake nodded at that, still holding onto Rich like the floor was disappearing underneath them and opening up into the empty void of space. 

"He was never scared," Jake offered quietly.

"He was confident."

"Suave."

"Always knew how to charm a girl."

"He could actually act, unlike some people."

Rich let out a small, watery laugh, and whispered, "He could actually beat you at chess."

Jake hummed and pressed a soft kiss against Rich's hair. 

"Yeah, he could. But do you wanna know a secret?"

"What?"

Jake lifted Rich's head from his shoulder to look him in the eye. He looked exhausted, red-eyed, and scared. There were tear stains on his cheeks and that determined line between his eyebrows. He ran a finger over Rich's cheekbone and smiled.

"I may miss him a little, but I always liked him better when he was drunk."

#I'M NEVER GONNA FINISH MY ASSIGNMENT ON TIME #FUUUUUCKKKKKK #bmc #richjake #jake dillinger #angst #tw death #kinda? #mentioned once but in a bit of a graphic way yk #rich goranski #be more chill #fuck fuck fuck fuck i'm never gonna finish my assignment #what's that tag i made up for my fanfic i forgot #OH RIGHT #sparkly star fanfic #so beautiful

[onlyswan]

Hi Art 💕💕

First of all, I wanted to say that I was listening to Hozier yesterday and I thought of you and the iw couple! And actually listening to Hozier always makes me think of you, Art!! I think your writing and his lyrics give me the same feelings honestly, something about both of them hits me so deep in my soul and yet it also makes me wish I saw the world though your eyes because you make it seem so much more beautiful and full of love. I don't know if that makes any sense at all but I was thinking about it, so I wanted to share!

Also about your question of which parts have made us cry the most, I think I'm pretty similar to everyone else and the parts that had me constantly crying while reading were the ones where the characters are sad too and are feeling hurt.

In "in which you don’t want to give up on jungkook (even when he gave you reasons to, even if they give you reasons to)." I was absolutely right there with them, feeling all of those emotions and crying my eyes out and then I cried even more when Jungkook was comforting OC, all of it was so beautiful and emotional. And of course I will never not mention this line: "four months have passed, but it isn’t time’s job to heal all wounds. it’s his." Because I think it perfectly shows how they take responsibility for the way they make each other feel (both bad and good) and how considerate and emotionally intelligent they are 😭😭😭

OC feeling sad will always get me the most I think, because we know how much pain they've already gone through and I just want them to never ever feel hurt again 🥹🥹🥹 So things like this from "in which jungkook is giving up on you but you have so much love left to give." really get to me: “i tried living without you like you wanted- but i can’t-” you hiccup in between small sobs on the other line. “i love you, jungkook. i can’t live carrying around all this love with me. it’s too heavy…” Thankfully Jungkook is always there to make them feel better the way they deserve 🥺🥺

Your beautiful writing makes everything a thousand times more heartbreaking and lines like these: "you let jungkook come too close. he slept on your bed and he learned that you’re always cold. he enveloped you in the safety of his warm embrace and you couldn’t will yourself to leave after the first time. you’ve surrendered to him the control over your body, and also your heart, which you may be breaking alongside your rule but… walking away would mean forsaking yourself." from "in which jungkook misses you before he even leaves" feel like they're speaking to the rawest, deepest parts of my soul.

Another thing that made me cry from that drabble was this part: "he tenderly strokes your hair, eyes filled with galaxies memorizing every inch of your face. he’s scared, too. he’s scared that he’s overestimating himself. too ambitious, too greedy for wanting both the world and the most beautiful person he has ever seen in it to love him. he’s scared of getting too exhausted. he’s scared that you won’t be there anymore when he opens his eyes." Their fears are so warranted, they could really end up being hurt or hurting each other, and yet that makes them even braver for still trying to make it work, for still loving each other despite all of that.

In general every time I think or read about them putting the other first, the care with which they consider each other, OC getting so worried about Kook being hurt, or him thinking about just how beautiful of a person OC really is, anything can have me sobbing on the spot. I think I've said it before but even just your titles are enough to make me cry sometimes. Your words just have such an effect on me, and I've also really grown to love these two and the love they have for each other so so much.

Sorry for rambling a little, I feel like I've said all of that a hundred times before but the love I have for you and your stories is too much for me to keep inside. Hope you're doing well, Art 💞💞💞

oh my god i’m so honored. thank you so much for thinking of me alongside such an incredible artist my sweetest ivi 😭💕💕💕

I think your writing and his lyrics give me the same feelings honestly, something about both of them hits me so deep in my soul and yet it also makes me wish I saw the world though your eyes because you make it seem so much more beautiful and full of love

and honestly you’re one of the people who makes me view the world as beautiful as i do 🥺🫂

And of course I will never not mention this line: "four months have passed, but it isn’t time’s job to heal all wounds. it’s his." Because I think it perfectly shows how they take responsibility for the way they make each other feel (both bad and good) and how considerate and emotionally intelligent they are 😭😭😭

YOU GET MEEEE this line is definitely the most memorable one in that work for me as well 😭😭😭 (the both good and bad got me. i’m sobbing) often times it feels like the easiest route is to allow enough time to pass to bury our mistakes, but the guilt stays ❤️‍🩹 and i wanted to show that taking accountability is what allows both parties to heal 🥺

OC feeling sad will always get me the most I think, because we know how much pain they've already gone through and I just want them to never ever feel hurt again 🥹🥹🥹

honestly same >:( writing about oc’s pains got me crying the hardest than i ever have while writing and i’ve written a loooot of sad stuff 😭 oc is the type of person i want to build a personal utopia for 🥺

Their fears are so warranted, they could really end up being hurt or hurting each other, and yet that makes them even braver for still trying to make it work, for still loving each other despite all of that.

i feel like a proud parent tearing up rn my babies you’ve fought so hard to keep loving each other </3 you said this so so so beautifully. thank you 🥺🥺🥺

I think I've said it before but even just your titles are enough to make me cry sometimes.

i remember this toooooo 🥹 coming up with the titles is like one of the most fun parts about the iw series i’m so geeked when they’re acknowledgedhfkdhfjdjhg i freaking love you !!! and your ramblings !!! thank you for matching my energy 🥹🥹🥹 bc when you ramble i also get to ramble about them without feeling silly as the writer hEhehehe the nasty ass flu got me knocked down rn so i’m veryyy sorry if this messy and incoherent T_T but seeing you in my inbox is so healing and made me feel all warm inside 🥰 please be healthy and happy my baby love

#art’s post office ☁️ #ivi <3 #to make art smile :d

[beantothemax]

All week they had been busy with arrangements. There was space in the attic for another person but they had no bed or spare sheets. Worst of all was Rita. Everyday since receiving the letter, she could not speak a word and her hands trembled.

Elena was ever curious and tried in vain to comfort her mother. Whenever Rita looked at her daughter's sweet smile, all she could think of was how her blood made her a high value target for scholars.

Osvald would drag her away, saying he needed help with his studies or wanted company on his walks, anything to ease Rita's anxieties.

And late one night, they came. The inquisitor and an injured, half dead woman who held on tight to his arm just so that she could stand. When Rita answered the door, she ran to hug her sister with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Oh, Alpates! I was so scared you had died!" she sobbed.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," was all her powerless sister could say.

Rita sat her down on the couch and prepared a pot of tea, gesturing for the inquisitor to join them.

"I'm sorry we came so late at night," he said.

"Nonsense, Roi, you bring me my sister, there's never a bad time to be reunited with family," Rita smiled though her cheeks were still wet.

She showed Alpates the trapdoor to the attic where they had a bed set up for her. The younger woman was dead silent as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"I'm happy you're here," Rita started.

"I'm sorry I didn't trust you, I should've listened when you said the eastern continent was too dangerous," Alpates murmured.

"It's okay, it's okay," Rita pulled Alpates into a tight hug, "You're here and you're safe now, that's all that matters."

"If you say so."

Silence fell over them. The safety of her sister's embrace brought a drowsiness upon Alpates. She yawned before her eyes fluttered shut and she lost consciousness. Rita carefully placed her down on the bed and pulled the blanket over her. Tears welled up in her eyes once more, but she wiped them away and went back downstairs.

She found Osvald cleaning teacups.

"Roi said he needed to catch the next boat in five hours," he muttered.

Rita only nodded. She dried and put away the teacups, finally collapsing in bed after another long day of worrying about and praying for Alpates' safety.

"Is she doing okay?" Osvald asked.

"No, she's quiet and Roi's letter said she still needs to rest for another week," Rita sighed.

"You need rest as well, you've hardly eaten or slept all week."

"I know, I know, I'm just scared for Alpates."

"She's safe now, you don't have to worry anymore."

"Let's hope you're right."

Rita curled up in Osvald's arms, her anxieties finally slowing to a stop.

- At the same time, a thousand kilometers to the east -

Pontiff Jörg was thrown to the ground. Temenos ran to his side, readying his staff to fight the intruder.

"How dare you hurt the pontiff! I'll kill you!" he shouted.

"My magic far outweighs whatever 'divine light' the gods gave you, you don't stand a chance," the scholar said.

He ascended to the top of the secret stairs, lighting a fire in the palm of his hand. All throughout the room were traces of life. An unmade bed, scraps of food, books strewn about, a wardrobe with the door sitting ajar.

Alpates had left in a hurry. Someone had tipped her off that a scholar who wanted her blood was on her tail.

Well, there wasn't much he could achieve here. Harvey left the makeshift living space, completely ignoring the insults the pontiff's dog kept throwing at him.

"The inquisitor isn't here. If he's anything like the others, he'll probably have escorted her to someplace safe..." Harvey murmured as he left the cathedral.

"Mindt" lived nearby. He paid her a visit, laughing at her messy appearance and the frilly nightgown she wore.

"Alpates got away, I suspect it was Roi that got her out," he said.

Though Mindt wasn't fully awake, that sentence seemed to have done the trick.

"...Roi?" she thought, "He's one of Claude's kids. If you do decide to get rid of him, I'd suggest at least making use of his flesh and blood."

"Will do. See you in the morning, Netty," Harvey smirked as he left.

Mindt contemplated chastising him for calling her that again, but it was late. She didn't need to draw more attention to herself and Harvey had new schemes to plot.

ALPATES IS RITA’S SISTER??????? HARVEY WANTS HER BLOOD????? NETTY?????? WHAAHH????? WHAGH??????

THE SCENE WITH….. HARVEY AND TEMENOS…………. ALPATES WITH RITA……… PIE THIS IS GOING TO MAKE ME EXPLODE WHAT IS HAPPENING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#asks #pie-knight #inbox fic

[number-of-the-beast-is-666]

Badness always shows always comes out, rotten to the core, decay from inside out you're a thousand words i could never speak I'm sorry I ever left you but I couldn't ever come back

Cut the rot out it comes back, I'm broke to the inside and can't fix it

#mike's bullshit #pelle moment

[wormholxtreme]

@telipatia said: ❛  i can't pretend i'm who you want me to be.  ❜ ( Athan / telipatia )

Did she push him too hard? Did she give him the impression he had to give her more of himself than he was willing? Kaylee stood dumb founded looking up from his chest to match his dark gaze. Her jaw softened, eyes bright and doe eyed. Her heart fluttered, butterflies hitting her stomach uncomfortably but she gulped down the feeling. An urge to argue, to tell him it wasn't fair of him to make that assumption crossed her mind but Kaylee bit it back by chewing on the inside of her bottom lip.

She must have done something wrong if he was telling her this. She always did something wrong. It didn't matter if she spoke her mind, it didn't matter if she kept her mouth shut. It never mattered what she did. She was always too pushy, too excitable, too much. Or worse, not enough. She thought she'd been muted as of late, her sole focus on protecting their son left her little time for her normal antics. But here he was, thinking she wanted more.

His words cut deeper than she expected. His presence had drawn her back to the land of the living. His perseverance, a lifeboat in the storm that waged in her mind. If Athan could survive thousands of years under Death's tutelage and still try, she could certainly meet him halfway. And she did! She came out of her stupor. She fell in love with their son. She dedicated every breath for that baby. All because of the tiniest example Athan led. Didn't he realize that was enough? Or did she say something - do something - to ask for more?

Her eyes glossed over, a tightness in her chest threatening to overwhelm her. She pressed her heels into the ground and balled her hands into tight little fists until her fingernails dug sharply into her palm wanting desperately not to show him an ounce of the turmoil that boiled beneath the surface. It felt like she had been standing in front of him for ages, silently contemplating his words. She willed every fiber of her being to respond but it revolted, as if it knew she would crumble if she started to speak.

The irony that as a rider of Death she felt a freedom she now longed for. As Pestilence she didn't have these thoughts in her head. She didn't question her place in the universe or whether she was doing the right or wrong thing. She had a purpose and she served that purpose well. No hesitation. No past to give her pause. Only destruction. God why did she long for that feeling again? She had ruined millions of lives. She had left souls in so much agony as they passed this plane to become one of Death's servants. The notion caused bile to rise uncomfortably in her throat. Kaylee cleared her throat and swallowed it down giving Athan a nod in answer to bide more time but her eyes flashed away from his gaze.

Goddamn it. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why can't you fucking talk you stupid fucking bitch. Tell him! Tell him that it's fine! Best case scenario he leaves, worse case scenario he stays and fucks with your head just like everyone else you've ever been with. You know he's no different. Fuck, you know he's worse! Not like you're any goddamn better. Match made in hell right? 

Kaylee exhaled slowly. The onslaught of thoughts that raced through her head almost knocked her out. Her head swam, vision turning fuzzy as she trembled. "I…I don't want you to be anything Athan. I've only ever wanted you to make your own choices."

She lifted her gaze back to his, hoping beyond hope that he couldn't see her fragile soul crack in her eyes. "I'm sorry-" she faltered. Would it be too much to ask him what she had done? Would it be wrong to ask for some direction? Or some sign that it was okay and he just needed space and reassurance? "Just um…maybe tell me what you need? ...If you want?"

#telipatia #[character study; kaylee danvers stark] #tw anxiety #tw depression #tw negative self talk #((Look what you did Rin. She got anxiety!! XD))

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Firelight | Howl Pendragon

warnings: mentions of friskiness, Howl being a Sad Boy™, yearning, angst

word count: 4.3k

The warmth of the castle is a welcome embrace.

Outside, the moon shines with the brightness of a thousand suns, its beams cast along the ground all the way from Ingary. Wisps of clouds decorate the sky - angel wings hung from the heavens. Familiar creaking fills your ears and you smile, hand gripping the doorknob.

You're greeted with a glow from Calcifer's hearth, a sight that pulls your lips upwards. It's been a while. He doesn't seem to have noticed you yet and you walk forward, a grin resting upon your lips. Your wrists are clasped behind your back and you beam at the fire, his eyes finally snapping to yours.

"Y/n," he exclaims, "You're back!" He coughs a bit, attempting to veil his excitement. "I mean, it's been a while."

"It has," you say, gazing playfully at the demon. "How've you been, Cal?"

He grumbles. "Awful. Howl moped for weeks after you left."

Your smile falters if only a bit, guilt pulling at your heartstrings. "Oh, sorry about that," you straighten up, reassuming your cheery demeanor that the fire couldn't deny he'd grown fond of. "I figured you'd all want a break from me intruding on your home."

Calcifer scoffs. "It's not intruding if you're here everyday. Besides, Markl was sad when you left. He misses you."

"I miss him, too," you sigh, images of the copper-headed boy playing in your mind. "He's here?"

"Obviously, where else would he be?"

"And Howl? Is he here, too?"

A sort of grimace takes over his face. "Uh, not exactly." You raise an eyebrow, and he sighs. "He's been spending most nights in town...you know. Ever since you left. But, uh, he'll be back in the morning."

You feel yourself deflate, your limbs suddenly feeling very heavy and your throat suddenly aches. "Oh."

You were well accustomed with the name Howl had made for himself across the many towns the castle found refuge, of the rumors and the truths behind them. He who ate hearts - it was silly, really. But he'd made a reputation as a jilter, the desired lover of the nation. That Howl seemed so different from the one you held dear, and you found it hard to believe that the man who gazed at you with such fondness and loved his family so unabashedly could so carelessly discard the hearts of women. You guess you've been naive.

Calcifer's stare softens, a rare sincerity overtaking his voice. "He's an idiot," he whispers.

You shake your head, a bitter smile on your lips. "No. Maybe I am."

"No, Y/n. You should've seen how upset he was after you left. Markl and I were worried he would summon the spirits of darkness again." You chuckle, Calcifer joining in. "I don't know why he does it," he spoke softly, carefully. "But I do know he's better when you're around. He hasn't done this in a long time, but when you left...it was like he became his old self again."

You look down, tracing the curves of the cobblestone. "He can do what he wants. He's a grown man."

Something akin to a snort left the fire. "As if you could call him that. Hey, look, don't get too upset. If he knew that...I mean, he would never-"

"It's ok, Cal," you speak, an acquiescent smile on your face. "I'm the one who left, right?"

"Right," he sighs, sensing the end of the conversation. "So, how was traveling, anyway? See anything cool?"

"Loads," you say wistfully. "It was so beautiful, Cal, I wish you could've seen it."

"Ehh, that's ok. Someone has to keep this place running."

///

"Y/n!"

You're woken to something heavy on your bed, your shoulders being shaken by hands that were not your own. Peeling your eyes open, you caught a glimpse of red: a figure clad in a white nightgown perched atop your quilt. A grin breaks through your sleepy face.

"Markl!"

He giggles, and you wish you could bottle the sound and keep it forever. His small frame launches forward, arms wrapping around you and face pressed into your neck. "I missed you," he mumbles. You run your fingers through his hair, keeping him pressed against you.

"I missed you, too, kid."

You stay like that for a few minutes, his soft breathing warming your skin and sending unbearable fondness to your heart. After a while you sit up, bringing the boy with you. "How are you, Markl?" you ask, brushing a copper strand behind his ear.

He fights back a yawn. "I'm good! Howl's been teaching me a lot, I even managed to cast a rune spell the other day!"

"That's amazing! You're growing up so fast," you say, reaching out to ruffle his hair. He scrunches his nose, swatting your hand away playfully. "Not really," he says, and you smile. You'd be glad for that.

In the kitchen, you converse with the child as you always had - soft teasings and gentle remarks, a ruffle of hair here and there and a pinch to his side. His laughter was sunlight and you felt warm - happy and at home in your castle with your little bunch of misfits.

Of course, there was still one missing.

Your conversation with the boy is cut short at the sound of a turning doorknob, and you feel your heart rise to your throat. In your welcome you'd almost forgotten your dread, and you do not have enough time to prepare. So when you see him, standing in the doorway with morning silk and sun against his back, you have to remind yourself to breathe.

He's dressed in his usual flamboyant robes, and at first glance you'd have noticed nothing different. But at closer look you saw it - the wrinkles of his clothes, the bruises on his neck, the messiness of his hair, golden in the dawn. You feel a turning in your stomach, and fire across your skin. You swallow, and his eyes meet yours.

For a moment his gaze his gilded, bleary with what you presume to be tiredness after an eventful night. But then they alight, and a smile pulls his lips and he whispers your name. You try to smile back. "Howl," you nod.

Then suddenly his smile doesn't seem so bright anymore, and his eyes darken into something you can't quite decipher. Nervousness? Fear? Caution? He runs a hand through his hair, and pulls his robe so that the collar covers his neck. He walks up the stairs slowly, eyes darting. It seems like hours before he finally arrives at the table side, ring-adorned fingers tracing the wood delicately.

"Markl," he says, and his voice is like velvet. "Would you mind getting breakfast started?"

"Sure, Master Howl," Markl says and he leaps up from his chair, trotting across the floor and into the pantry.

Howl's eyes fall on you once again, drinking you in. They fall on a scar, white against your forehead, and his brows furrow. He raises a hand and his finger traces the mark, the blueness of his eyes clouded with an emotion you cannot name. His arm falls back to his side.

"How were the wilds?"

"Good," you say, and your tongue itches for more. "How...how were things here?"

"Fine," he says stiffly. You scoff.

"Sounded more than fine, from what Calcifer told me. Seems you've been keeping yourself quite busy."

Howl shrinks on himself for a moment, and you can see a flash of guilt in his eyes. Then, he emerges back to himself, all steely stares and bitterness. "And what about you?" he says sharply, his deep voice a scratch upon your skin. "You were gone for months, gallivanting your way across Ingary while we stayed here. You left, and you expected me to wait sadly for your return?"

Your nose crinkles, and you feel an uncomfortable heat rising in your chest. "Oh, of course not. The infamous Howl Pendragon waits for no one, isn't that right?"

His eyes are dark, and he opens his mouth to say something before a childish voice cuts through.

"I have eggs, Master Howl! Can you get Calcifer to cook them?"

Howl's gaze lingers on you a moment longer, and he pulls away from you to stand. "Sure, Markl. Thank you."

You stare at the ground, feeling hot and irritated and bothered. Howl walks away from you, taking the box of eggs from Markl's hands to start breakfast. You miss the glare that Calcifer sends his way.

///

Howl awakes to a the sound of a train horn, the rattling of the dingy hostel he'd spent the night in shaking the windows and the table at his bedside. He peels his eyes open against the piercing sunlight, raising a hand to shield his gaze. For a moment he forgets where he is, what he's doing here, but the shifting of the warm body next to his brings the memories back to him in a flash.

He feels a pit form in his stomach, a sour taste rising in his mouth. He glances over at the sleeping form - Violet, he thinks her name is, and becomes painfully aware of the scratchiness of the sheets against his skin, of the unbearable warmness emanating from the sleeping woman beside him.

He jumps from the bed abruptly, pulling down the quilt and settling his feet upon the cool hardness of the wooden floor. Violet is still sleeping, and he gets dressed. Pulling on his dress shirt and pants and grabbing his robe from its place on the floor, he makes his way towards the door. He glances back, feeling entirely indecent and cruel. Just like he used to be. He knows it's wrong to leave her behind without so much as a goodbye, it's not her fault that he's so stricken and lovesick and lonely, but she will be the one who wakes up to the aftermath of another one of his mistakes. But he's selfish and regretful, and so he creaks open the door and walks out.

He hates himself. He hates what he was doing and the person he was acting as - the person he'd once been. He knows it's wrong, and he knows he'll get another judgmental look from Calcifer when he walks through the castle doors, but Calcifer couldn't hand out anything he hadn't already given to himself. The disappointment, the judgement, the truth. The truth of the reason he was acting like this. That reason he knows, and it's currently off somewhere far away in Ingary.

He can't dwell on it, though, else he'll end up in another pit of despair and longing - far too aware of his attachment for his liking.

Loneliness had never been a problem for Howl, and maybe that's why he'd been dealing with it so poorly. Before, he hadn't had any attachments, any people that upon their separation from him, he would feel like his world was collapsing. He had come and gone as he pleased, stealing the hearts of young women only to crush them the next day, moving from town to town in his castle with nobody to care about than himself.

That was until about a year and a half ago, when you came along. You'd caught Howl's attention the moment he laid eyes on you - eager, friendly, fearless and beautiful. He'd approached you, offering his suave words and charming smile, already coming up with ways to win you over and have his fun. But you'd only laughed, teasing him and telling him that you were new in town, and you weren't looking to have your heart broken just yet. You intrigued him, and he found himself wanting to learn more about you than just the curves of your body or the feel of your lips.

Weeks passed and the conversations grew, and he found himself developing a sort of fondness for the girl who drew his attention with stories of her hometown, with teasings and friendly banter and a hand stretched towards him in an offering of closeness. An olive branch, a welcome. Friendship and closeness - concepts Howl was painfully unfamiliar with, but seemed so natural when they came from you.

Eventually, the two of you became so close that he'd offered for you to move into the castle, and that was the beginning of everything.

But now you were gone, you'd left him just like he'd left all the others. And it stung, and as much as he pretended that he didn't care, or that he could replace you with nights of shallow banter and artificial closeness, his chest ached with every moment you stayed away. He knows you'll return, you had no plans to leave him forever, but he can't help but feel bitter at the fact that you'd left him at all. But he's fine! He's fine. Really, he can't feel any pain at all, spare for the bruises across his neck.

He looses himself in the trek back to the castle, eyes cast to the ground and mind lost in the clouds - in pretending and wishes and memories. He's so lost in thought that he almost misses the castle parked upon the hill outside the town. He finds himself at the door, and he thinks he hears a laugh. One all too familiar, and it sends a pang through his heart. It was just his tired mind playing tricks on him.

But when he opens the door, letting the warmth of the castle wash over him in a wave of air, his eyes fall on you. You. You, you you. You're here, sitting truly right before his eyes, and he can't restrain the smile that takes over his face. You turn your head and your just as beautiful as you've always been, and he sees your eyes light up and your lips beginning to pull. But then your gaze moves downwards, to the mess of his hair and the crumple of his clothes, to the flush of his skin. His name leaves your lips, and he suddenly feels very aware of the purple blossoming across his neck, and he reaches for his cloak as if to shade it from your eyes. All of the shame comes rushing back at once.

He walks to you, feeling uncharacteristically insecure. He stops at the table, eyes seemingly interested in the markings of the wood. He speaks to his apprentice, "Markl, would you mind getting breakfast started?" He agrees immediately, chipper as ever, and races away, leaving Howl alone with you.

He conjures the courage to look at you, and his gaze is drawn to a small marking on your forehead. A scar, streaked in white and pink. It hadn't been there before, he was sure. He'd spent enough moments memorizing you to recognize the new detail. His brows furrow, a concern flickering through his body at the small, almost insignificant mark. He raises his fingers to your face, and the trace the skin delicately, and he feels a spark run through him. He retracts his hand quickly.

A moment, then another, of uncomfortable silence. It's foreign and strange, and his mind reels to all of your other reunions - the ones sparked by a hug, a bright smile, by laughter. He's desperate to feel that, to feel you again.

"How were the wilds?" He questions, and he cringes at the attempt for unfamiliar small talk.

A beat, and you answer. "Good," you say. Another silence. "How...how were things here?"

Howl's mind flashes to the days marred by your absence - his loneliness and dramatics, Markl's complaints, his mistakes, how quickly he seemed to fall back into his old ways again. "Fine," he responds.

A bitter laugh escapes your lips, and he looks up. "Sounded more than fine," you say, "from what Calcifer told me. Seems you've been keeping yourself quite busy."

For a moment he's scared, scared that you know and that you're disappointed in him. And he's embarrassed, because those nights meant absolutely nothing to him, and they never would unless they were spent with you. But then he burns - his pride and irritation and sense of betrayal at your leaving him rearing their heads. Here you are after all this time, after having abandoned him to chase after your own enjoyment. After you changed him and made him care entirely too much, and left.

Even in the moment he knows he's being silly - you'd only been gone about two months after all, and you had every right to do what you wanted, but he doesn't care. Because he's hurt and embarrassed and he feels so disgustingly like the person he'd been in his past, so he fights.

"And what about you?" he growls. "You were gone for months, gallivanting your way across Ingary while we stayed here. You left, and you expected me to wait sadly for your return?" He did, but he wouldn't let you know that.

Your eyes flash with annoyance, with that defiance he'd grown fond of. "Oh, of course not. The infamous Howl Pendragon waits for no one, isn't that right?"

He opens his mouth to retaliate, to argue or defend he isn't sure, and at that moment Markl reappears. And so he walks away from you, taking the eggs from Markl's hands and beginning breakfast. From his hearth, Calcifer sends him a glare. Idiot, it says. Howl knows.

///

You've been falling back into your normal routine, and it's nice.

It's nice to have your little family back, with Markl's adorable eagerness and unfailable excitement at seeing you each morning, with Calcifer's dry humor and sly remarks. Sure, some things are still out of place - one being the uncomfortable distance and silence between you and your favorite person, but other than that things are perfect.

Just kidding.

Sure, you're incredibly happy to be home - no matter how beautiful and exciting the wilds of Ingary were, nothing can replace the coziness and familiarity of the castle. But home didn't really feel like home if he wasn't in it.

Even after weeks, you and Howl have barely spoken. You don't truly know why, but it seems as if the two of you are simply too stubborn to break the silence. You know it's driving Markl and Calcifer crazy, it's driving you crazy, too, but you don't know how to speak with him. You've had a bitter taste on your tongue ever since Calcifer informed you of Howl's escapades, and you can't seem to look at him without imagining his face pressed up against some other girl's, without remembering the bruises on his neck.

You suppose you don't really have a right to feel this way - you two weren't together, after all. But all this time you've spent loving him - first as a friend and then as something more - and it stings to know that he could replace you so easily. In all those nights you'd spent away - drifting off with visions of your family and memories of home - his arms around your waist, his brilliant smile, the evenings that faded away to the sound of your voice reading to him as he lay in your lap - he'd been with someone else. Forgetting you.

When he approaches you, it's late. The sun has long-since set over the horizon, the moon hanging in the sky and blanketing the Earth in quilts of ivory and blue. You sit on the couch downstairs, a few feet from Calcifer's fire, and blanket wrapped around your shoulders and mind a million miles away. Everyone else has retired to bed, you think, welcomed by the familiar embrace of sleep and the warmness of dreams. Your face is furrowed in thought, and you're so consumed in yourself that you don't hear the creaking of the stairs, nor the soft patter of footsteps, until he is right beside you.

You glance up, and his eyes are already on you. He seems hesitant, unsure, and you feel tempted to look away. But you can't look away, you never can. So you offer him a smile - just the slightest upturn of your lips, and that seems to be enough. Howl breathes, and sits down next to you.

His blonde hair is loose, falling in curtains around his face - lit by the amber glow of the fire. He's traded his lavish outfits for a simple shirt and trousers, let loose in the company of his home. His eyes flit to yours and he rolls his lip between his teeth, gaze narrowed and searching. He opens his mouth, testing the air on his tongue and trying to speak - his words swallowed up in the night. So you breathe them for him, hoping to halt the awkward silence.

"You're up late," you say. "Couldn't sleep?"

He shakes his head, something akin to a chuckle leaving his lips. "No. Couldn't sleep."

You hum, and nod, pulling the blanket up around your shoulders and wishing you could hide away in its embrace.

"I...I was thinking," he says.

You look over. "Thinking? Seems dangerous."

He scoffs, a small smile pulling at his tired lips. He brushes off your jab, turning to face you and staring at his hands - his fingers dancing in his lap. "I...I know-" Howl sucks in a breath, as if bracing himself for a battle. "I'm sorry about what I said. And I'm sorry I haven't- haven't spoken to you. Trust me, I wanted to. I just..."

He trails off, and you implore him. "Just?"

He sighs again, running a hand through the sunshine of his hair and pulling at the strands. "I missed you," he says.

Your brows furrow, and you send him a flat look. "You ignored me because you missed me?"

"No! I-" Howl groans. "Why are you making this so difficult?"

"Me? How am I making it difficult? You just said-"

"Alright!" He holds up a hand to silence you, and you glare dully. He glances at you and the ends of his lips quirk up, and he shakes his head with a chuckle.

"I missed you," he says. "When you were gone. I was upset that you left and I...I found a way to blame you. In my mind, at least."

He leans back against the couch, the curves of his face illuminated in the light of magnolian tendrils. His eyes are distant and thoughtful, and he pulls his lip between his teeth. His fingers fall to his opposite hand, twisting the ring that rests upon his knuckle. At further inspection, you recognize it as the one you gifted him. Sapphire - it had reminded you of his eyes.

"I guess I didn't realize how much it would affect me: you leaving. I'd grown used to seeing you, to having you around. It's like they all say, isn't it? I didn't realize what I had until it was gone."

You shake your head, eyes trained on the shadow of his profile. "But I didn't leave, Howl. I was only gone a couple of months, I never planned to leave for good. Is that what you thought? That I wasn't coming back?"

"No, I suppose I knew you were coming back. But I couldn't...in the moment I couldn't think of that. You were just gone. I guess that's why I did what I did - spending nights in town and all that." You wince, that uncomfortable burn rising in your throat. "I didn't like it, I just...I just wanted to make for it. For you not being here. But I hated every minute of it, hated myself, and when you came back I - I didn't want to feel it again. Not after what I'd been doing while you were gone."

"Feel what, Howl?"

He turns to you, then, gaze piercing and sure. In his gaze is a certain steadiness, a certainty and softness. "What I felt the day I met you, the day you came home with me, and everyday since. I knew I didn't deserve it."

The backdrop of the castle seems to fade into haze. "What do you mean?"

He laughs, and it's warm. "You really need me to spell it out?"

"Spell what out-"

Howl grasps the back of your head, lifting a thumb to your chin. He tilts you to face him, and you can feel his breath against your lips. His eyes are deep and crinkled at the edges, and there's that familiar spark of joy that he always seems to carry when he's around you. He leans forward and his nose brushes against yours, and you swear your face is on fire.

"Would you like me to show you?"

After a fleeting moment you nod, and your world comes crumbling after that.

Howl presses his lips to yours, and it reminds you of all good things. Of coming home after time away, of bright meadows, of firelight. He winds an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, and the hand that is cupping your cheek moves to smooth away your hair. Your fingers grasp his shirt and dance across his skin, caressing his cheeks and tracing his jaw. You pull away when the need for air become too great, and he keeps his forehead pressed against yours. You breathe, and he smiles, leaning forward once again to plant kisses across your face, and he whispers: "I love you, I love you, I love you."

#howls moving castle #howl x reader #howl pendragon x reader #howl jenkins x reader #howl jenkins pendragon x reader #ghibli #howl jenkins #howl jenkins pendragon #howl pendragon #sophie hatter

[kiridarling]

"𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒."

izuku midoriya | friends older brother!izuku + college student!reader + f!reader + squirting + size kink + more! minors dni! does this count? as dark content?

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"It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

“[Y/N?]”

“Uh, hey Izuku!” You smile, grip tightening around the strap to your bag. Izuku fills the doorway, broad shoulders kissing both sides of the frame, and you can’t help but feel minuscule in comparison. “Kota around?”

Izuku shakes his head, peering over his shoulder for a second before returning his attention to you with a click of his tongue. "Uh, no I think he's out with Eri. They should be back soon though...it's been a few hours."

"Shit," you curse under your breath. Your friend's older brother smiles in apology, biceps straining under his white tee.

"You need something?"

"Yeah," you nod, forcing your eyes back onto his, instead of the broad chest presented at eye-level. "Just my precalc book."

Izuku waits a second, thinking, before his palm claps against the doorframe and he's walking deeper into the house. "Come on in, then! I'm sure he won't mind."

You step into the house after him, and it's...weird. Weird being with your Kota's older brother without Kota there, because despite the thousands of times you've been in your best friend's house and as well as you know the greenette, you and Izuku have never been alone.

"Find it?"

You've been rummaging through Kota's room for a solid ten minutes and somehow still empty-handed, moving slowly in fear you'll see something you can't unsee. And hey, with Kota and Eri dating, anything's possible.

"No," you sigh, ready to give up rather than find a strap-on. "It's fine. I can just come to get it tomorrow or something."

"How soon do you need it?" The greenette asks, his forearms leaning against his younger brother's dresser. You take a seat on Kota's comforter instead, silently hoping you'll find your book by accidentally breaking your tailbone against the damn thing; you're a little disappointed when all your ass comes in contact with is a plush mattress.

"Like, tonight," you grieve, knowing that tomorrow morning, your math grade will suffer severely. "'S fine though. There's always another test."

Izuku snorts at that, crossing the room to take a seat next to you. The bed whines under his weight but doesn't collapse, and you feel a little bad to say you're surprised. Voice full of reminiscence, he sighs, "Ah, the college days."

You giggle, "You act like they're lightyears behind you."

"They might as well be," the greenette shrugs, before reaching behind your waist to steal a pillow. "Couldn't tell you a thing I learned."

You shrug trying to remember the last time you’ve felt prepared for a test, “Neither can I.”

Izuku chuckles and nods, though you’re convinced it’s because he has nothing to say. An awkward silence takes possession of the room by the neck, and you shift awkwardly, unsure of what to say that could give you an excuse to leave, or at least redirect his strange yet heavy gaze. As Izuku licks his lips, you notice how close you two actually are, as he's big to the point where your shoulders almost brush, but not quite.

"How um, hows your boyfriend?"

You scoff at that, but you suppose it's been a while since you and the greenette have talked one on one—and the last time you had, you weren't single.

"Oh uh, he's fine, I guess," you brush it off with a shrug and a wave, cringing at the thought of how that ended. "I don't know. We broke up a while ago, so."

"Oh sorry!" Izuku flushes and throws a hand over his mouth, and you giggle.

"You're fine. He was an asshole anyway," you chuck a laugh, but it's not really that funny. Frankly, he's left too many emotional scars to count, along with the ones healing from past exes. "I...don't have a good reputation when it comes to picking boyfriends."

“So, I’ve heard—no offense,” he says sheepishly, though you don't blame him. You've definitely had a few surprise visits caused by a nasty break-up or two, knowing this is the place you'll probably find both of your best friends hiding out. When Izuku speaks again, it’s borderline awkward as his eyes dart around the room, cheeks puffed and lips pursed in apprehension. “Found...anyone new?”

You frown, “Anyone new.”

“Yeah!” Izuku exclaims, and it’s almost encouraging. “Like a new boyfriend.”

“Oh,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Um, no. Like I said, I don’t have much luck with that type of stuff.”

Izuku snorts, rolling his eyes before he’s adjusting himself to lay on the pillow, half of his body upright. “I bet you do. You might not realize it, but you do.”

Now it’s your turn to snort and roll your eyes, leaning back on your hands with a huff. "You're just being nice, Izuku."

"No, seriously!" He props himself higher so you can see he really is serious, evergreen eyes locked and deadset, "Like—okay, and this might be a TMI or something, but how do they, y'know, and then be dicks, y'know?"

"They don't."

"They don't...what?"

"They don't...make me cum," you heave with great depression, despite the seemingly surface-level complaint. With wrists tightening around your ankles, you hate uncomfortably in the silence, and watch Izuku's mouth open and close, before it opens and closes again.

"Like...never?"

"No." You give him a weird look.

"But what about your last boyfriend? I thought he—"

"I don't know what you're looking for, Izuku," you chuckle, shaking your head. The greenette seems more pained than he is shocked, eyes wide with a big fat pout in place of a neutral face. "It's not like I haven't had an orgasm before. Just...not with someone else."

"That's not the same!" Izuku defends, slowly becoming more animated than you've ever seen him. "It's like...more passionate with another person, you know? And that makes everything a whole lot hotter."

"Thanks," you huff, mood souring more than it already has. Izuku's mouth stills once he realizes what he's essentially bragging, guilt clouding his face. As you exhale out of your nose, you can't escape feeling bad for snapping. "Look. I'm perfectly fine with being the only person to be able to make myself cum. It's not that deep."

"You sound like you expect no one to be able to," Izuku snorts with a raised eyebrow, shoulders bumping against yours. "You've just...had bad boyfriend luck. That doesn't mean no one's capable of doing it."

"Well," you click your tongue bitterly, because you've heard all of this before, and you're utterly tired of hearing it. "They've been able to make all their exes orgasm. And it's not like it even matters, relationships aren't abou—"

"I could do it."

"I—" you blink, shaking your head at the pure audacity of his request? Suggestion? Comment? Whatever the fuck. "Excuse me?"

"I—wait, listen," Izuku rushes like you're getting ready to book it the fuck out of there, sitting upright so his body is turned to yours. "You're...it's...I've been told I'm good with my fingers, right?"

And what a way to start a story.

"Izuku, in the nicest way, every guy is like this," you scoff, "He thinks he's all that just because a chick or two said you made her feel really good. I don't need to fake another orgasm."

"You won't have to," Izuku purrs cockily, leaning forwards on his hands and making you wonder where all of this is coming from. "Let's play a game of simon says, yeah?"

"Simon—" your chest collapses with a giggle of pure disbelief, "I'm not that much younger than you, you know."

"I wouldn't be offering if you were," the greenette reasons, eyes growing dark slowly, if any. "Yes or no?"

"What's the catch?" You bargain and Izuku huffs a laugh. You can feel it on your face.

"No catch, Pretty," he hums, and you can feel the vibrations in your fingers. "It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

You gulp as Izuku lifts a hand—and a very large one, at that—and it's jagged and rough with scars and bulky knuckles. His free hand makes you grab his wrist and you're fingertips barely touch, but you’re pulling his hand south by your own volition.

“Gotta take your pants off first,” he chuckles, and you flush red. That would be helpful, yes.

It doesn't take long before they're off though, flung towards a corner somewhere—and this is when you realize that maybe, you shouldn't do this on Kota's bed.

"Izuku maybe we shoul—"

But before you can say anything else, he's pushing your panties to the side and shoving both fingers into you at once, eyebrows folding as he groans under his breath from the sensation.

"So wet already? Clearly, someone likes this more than they let on."

"I—what the fuck happened to simon says!" You yelp, but his fingers don't move. Izuku just beams like the deceptive asshole he is.

"Game starts now," is all he says, and you're huffing, propping yourself up on your elbows. Izuku's fingers might as well have knocked the wind out of you, lungs struggling to find room to breathe as he curls his fingers to tap directly onto your g-spot with worrying precision.

"Simon says um, move please," you grunt out. Izuku's fingers stay still, and you frown, kicking him in the thigh. "Hey, I sai—"

"You gotta be more specific than that, Pretty,” he says with a grin. You snarl. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I..." you start, but it's fucking embarrassing, and you know Izuku feels you twitch around him when you say: "Can you um, fuck me with your fingers."

He doesn't move.

"Simon says fuck me with your fingers, asshole," you grunt with narrowed eyes, though they widen when he starts to pump his fingers in and out, chuckling when you shiver from the dexterity.

Except, his fingers move painfully slow, and you find yourself gritting your teeth at the speed when he doesn't make an effort to go any faster. You click your tongue—he's really going to make you request everything, isn't he?

"Simon says faster," you growl with a challenge burning in your eyes, and Izuku meets them with equal fire, fingers finally forgetting their torturous pace for a much quicker one. Finally.

"Fuck! Simo—simon says right t-there," your legs spread wider and Izuku makes more room for himself in between. He hums with dark eyes as you whimper and whine his name, writhing in his younger brother's sheets like they belong to him—like you belong to him.

"I wanna touch you all the time, you know," Izuku grunts before cursing at the sight of your wetness around his fingers. "Make you feel good, make you mine. I don't think Kota would approve, though."

"We don—" you wheeze and he places a hand next to your head, towering over you. The angle only gets better, your hands digging into the sheets as Izuku's fingers curl just right. "We don't have to tell him."

Izuku chuckles at that, chest rumbling as he leans in closer to the point where your noses nearly touch. "You dirty fucking girl."

You moan at that, hips bucking into his hand. You're so close and yet you need more, something else to push you over the edge for good. With a whimper behind a bitten lip, you say, "S-Simon says rub my clit."

Izuku's thumb falls upon your clit and you squeal from the amount of initial pressure, thighs jolting from the white-hot waves that pump through your bloodstream as his thumb moves in small, ever-quickening circles that have you gripping for Kota's comforter for dear life.

"Iz—Izuku I'm gonna—g-gonna cum," you pant, and he's ripping his hands away before you can even reach a hint of the edge. You glare at him out of pure and utter betrayal, and he beams.

"Simon didn't say, did he?"

Your mouth flies open before your brain has time to process it all, "Simon says make me cum, p-please, I need to—fuck!"

Izuku's stuffing you full with his fingers in an instant and his thumb returns to its rightful place.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, Pretty?" His hands somehow find the energy to speed up to the point where the clap of his palm against your pussy fills the room, slowly being replaced by a lewd squelch as you tighten around him. He chuckles when all you can do is whimper, grappling for his big shoulders as he says, "Oh, yes she is. So fucking close I can feel it."

You let out a broken moan and in a blink you're squirting, body buzzing as you make a big wet mess of Kota's sheets. It doesn't even register how screwed you two are because you're too busy wading waist-deep in the sea of Izuku's eyes, chest heaving in time with his as he gives you a look of pure awe. Not at what you've done, per se, but at you, and that's when you understand it—the passion.

"We should uh, probably clean up," Izuku flushes as he chuckles, cheeks pressing into the crescents of his face, and you find yourself smiling along with him. With a final click, he pulls his fingers out, gesturing to a circular wet spot on his now see-through shirt. "You made quite a mess."

Fuck the passion.

You shove your fists into his chest and Izuku laughs, pushing your hands away with his one dry free hand, wiping the wet one on Kota's sheets.

"Izuku!" You gasp, looking at the new and improved addition to your mess. The greenette shrugs.

"What? We're going to have to clean it anyway," he shrugs before assuming the dry spot to your right and nestling his forearms in the pillow to peck you on the forehead. Then he freezes.

"I uh...am I allowed to do that?"

You roll your eyes, grabbing him by his squirt-soaked shirt to pull him into a kiss. Izuku hums at that, suppressing the urge to smile as his big hands find their way to your waist. He's an annoyingly good kisser

"No, you're not," you say with swollen lips once you pull away. Izuku grins, teeth digging into his bottom lip as his eyes flutter to yours for a moment, before they're staring into your soul again.

"I like you," he boldly states, albeit quietly, like he's talking to your eyes and nothing else. "Like, a lot."

"I—" You start, but you're interrupted by a click of a lock and the sound of the front door opening. Shit.

"Oi! We're home, Izuku!"

#— 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 #deku smut #izuku smut #midoriya smut #bnha smut #bnha imagines

[poemsforparker]

My little Versailles | Druig × gn!reader

Masterlist - Requests are open!

When I tell you I SOBBED writing this I love this song sm. I'm honestly proud of how it came out.

Song inspo: Fourth Of July

Synopsis: After the events in Tenochitilan (the eternals growing apart), you decide to stand by Druig on his decisions, although it hurt you deep to leave your family, and things didn't work out exactly how you planned.

A/N: I changed the place where Druig went after leaving the eternals so the fic would make sense with the song lyrics! I know the whole point of Amazon is that is isolated and all but let's ignore this for a sec.

Warning: angst (as you may notice from now on, I do, in fact, enjoy a lot writing sad things), this one is smaller than I wished for, but it was very emocional for me to write because this song TEARS ME APART.

Word count: 1237

(not my gif)

"Did you get enough love, my little dove

Why do you cry?

And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best

Though it never felt right

My little Versailles."

📍Tenochitilan • 1521 d.C.

A heated argument between your colleagues happened before your eyes. You felt like your world was falling apart and you couldn't do anything about it. Why couldn't everyone stick together for god sakes?

'But she won't be Thena anymore' as you saw Makkari sign at the others.

"What if it happens again? She could've killed you. She could've killed all of us" Kingo says, with probably the most serious tone you ever saw him speak before.

"Please..." begged Thena "Please, I want to remember. I want to remember my life" you were standing by Druig's side. When you saw the pain in her eyes you couldn't hold your tears. When you leaned to hold his hand you felt him tense up once he heard Ajak's words.

"It's not important if you remember or not. Your spirit will remain. You'll always be Thena deep inside". He held your hand tightening the grip, as if he was giving you a silent message that he wasn't controling himself anymore. "Trust me" you heard Ajak whisper. With that. You saw your boyfriend's jaw close strongly. He was about to blow.

"Why should she trust you?" you heard the accent you love so much say. There was a hurt tone on his voice that you could tell he was trying to hide. You feel his hand leaving yours as he takes a step to the side, being now right at the top of the Pyramid stairs. "You're asking her to let you erase who she is." He completed with anger, but still holding up.

"Druig, I know you're upset"

"Upset?" Druig yells. His tone surprising everyone. He looks at Ajak. At that moment you could swear that if looks could kill. She wouldn't be standing there. "We've trusted you for seven thousand years and look where you've gotten us." Your eyes were blurred by the tears while he let out everything he held up for so long, you being the only one who knew every single one of these deep thoughts of his. "I've watched humans destroy eachother, when I could stop it all on a heartbeat. Do you know what that does to someone after centuries? Could our mission have been a mistake? Are we really helping this people build a better world, huh?"

Once he says that you take step to his side and putting a hand on his shoulder as you whisper to him "Dru...". His eyes softened as he looked at you and let out a "Sorry, but I have to do this, my love." He grips your hand back, giving it a gentle squeeze. A reminder that any of that anger he was holding had to do with you, whatsoever. Doing it he let go of you, but you didn't leave his side while he turned to the door right beside him and walked towards the stairs.

You hear his voice again. "We're just like the soldiers out there. Pawns to their leaders. Blinded by loyalty." He takes a pause to glance at you. You nod at him, not quite sure about what were you agreeing with, much less knowing what the hell he was going to do, but it's not like that mattered anyways. You'd follow him wherever.

"It ends now" he says while his eyes shine in a scary golden light. And watch as the soldiers leave their weapons and the desperate screams for help finally stop. You couldn't say you felt a certain relief by the sudden silence, allowing yourself to finally take a deep breath by hearing nothing but the sound of the fire.

On the side of your sight you could glance at Ikaris aiming to touch Druig's shoulder to make him stop what he was doing. You were quick on grabbing his forearm and pushing him to the wall by your side as fast as you could. Although you hated turn on your family like this. Druig was your everything. As much as you were everything to him.

Still with teary eyes you stare angrily at Ikaris while he turns his look at Druig's direction and spits out "let them go." before the mind controller could answer to it, you stared at Ikaris deep in the eyes "If you want to stop this. You're gonna have to kill me."

And with that. You both went your unknown way without the Eternals. Togheter.

You knew you were safe with him. And different from the rest of the team, you agreed with his thoughts about humans. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt you leaving your family like this, specially leaving Thena while she was struggling against the Mad Wy'ry and doing nothing about it. Still. You followed him.

"Well you do enough talk

My little halk, why do you cry?

Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?

Or the Fourth of July?

We're all gonna die"

📍Oregon Coast Range, 1933

"The Great Fire hadn’t destroyed the trees. It had merely killed them, leaving them standing as massive snags that, each summer, got drier and more flammable."

After the both of you left. You went to the Tillamook forest, a place that for some reason, Druig seemed to be found with. And you we're pretty much okay with it. Since you had him. Where you were living wasn't exactly a matter to you.

After centuries of building a life at this place. A misterious fire grew out of the trees. Taking everything you had in the blink of an eye. Not even you could stop it. It was too much.

Now, you both saw yourselves on a dead end. Again side by side. Watching as the fire took away long years of history. The scene seemed to be bringing back memories.

You sat besides your partner in complete silence, watching as the the loud fire took the place of the trees, that were long dried and nearly lifeless. Just standing in there. Waiting for the right moment to fall. You put your head on his shoulder, still silent.

You could hear Druig's light sobs while now touching him, and that made your heart break into a million pieces. The world was now like this, just as he was now, hopeless. While nations struggled with the Great Depression and he saw humans as they sunk themselves on a pile of crisis and death. The first world war had just happened. And specially considering the time you both lived, it was all pretty recent to you, too much new weapons, too much cruelty. All too much. You were now forced to see your beloved humans live the consequences of it. Of their own creations and ambition. And there was nothing you could do about it. Not anymore.

The nature was crumbling, falling apart. And now, just like many other spots around the globe it was happening to your home. The place both of you struggled to protect, were promises were made and dreams were built. It was all down on flames. Tillamook was burning.

"We'll start over" you said to him, wanting to sound as hopeful as you could, but not really sure if you made it. "Togheter" you saw him trying to smile to you as he nodded. You heard a quiet, yet so sweet "Yes, my love" come out of his lips. Making you smile. "Togheter".

At least you had each other.

And that would never change.

"Shall we look at the moon, my little loon

Why do you cry?

Make the most of your life, while it is rife

While it is light"

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[mountsheart]

HEARTBREAK ANTHEM | MASON MOUNT

No matter what happens, you will always find your way back to the person who is meant to hold your heart. That's just the way it works.

Warnings: mostly fluff, maybe angst at the beginning Words: 4,1K

december 2021

"It doesn't work like this, Mase," she said, her voice a little louder and more definite than usual.

"It's just that... I really don't know how to go on from here because I definitely can't do this anymore. It feels like we want different things in life at the moment, you know? It scares me that you didn't even recognize that something's just not right between the two of us." — "Well, you never told me until now. How am I supposed to know when something's not right for you if you don't feel the need to tell me right away? I'm not able to look inside of your head."

The two partners were facing each other. Even though she could feel his glance at her, Y/N just couldn't look him in the eye. She knew the truth would hurt him a lot but she couldn't ignore her feelings any longer.

"It's because you're never here, you understand? When was I supposed to tell you? I'm only seeing you before 7 at morning and after 11 at night — so when exactly should I've tried to talk to you? Please, tell me!" Y/N tried to calm herself down because she could already feel the tears in her eyes, even though she hadn't even really started yet.

"I know that this is how your job works, Mase. Of course you have to do a lot of training and stuff like that and of course there are a lot of matches during the season but I didn't think I'd never see you like ever. I just feel like you're home to eat and sleep and I'm just here while you're not, to clean everything up and make dinner. That's not what I want to do for the rest of my life and I think you know that. You promised me that you'd always be there for me, on happy days and even on the sad ones — but you're not. You left me alone when I was broken because I failed an important exam and you didn't even make it to my sisters 20th birthday party last week, even tho I told you the date four months earlier. To be honest, I just don't know what to do. I'm desperate because I don't want to loose you but I'm also not going to continue my life like this. To me, it feels like you're entirely focused on your career and I totally understand that but if that's the most important thing in your life at the moment, then maybe we should think about if this relationship even has a future or if it's just because we're too afraid to face the truth.”

There was a brooding silence between them and after a while Y/N decided to lift her head up finally looking into the eyes of the love of her life. But they weren't as happy as she remembered them. It didn't take her long to realize he had teary eyes, too. She almost forgot that Mason also was a really emotional person. The sight seemed to break her heart into a thousand pieces, but she had to think of herself. This one time in her life, Y/N had to think about herself and not someone else.

She wasn't sure if he was ever going to give her an answer because of the long lasting silence between them, but then, at one point, he cleared his throat and took her hand in his, before he finally started speaking. "I'm... I'm so sorry, darling, I... If I'm being honest, I really didn't have a clue about what was going on inside of your head. I didn't know that our life made you this upset. I thought you were as happy as I am, to be honest. I'm so sorry. But I have to be forthright about this, there's not really something I could change about my schedule. The club requires me to be there for every training session. I can't cancel or postpone anything. You know how much I love my job and maybe you're right. I am really focused on my career at the moment. I love you, I really do and you know that. In my opinion, there is definitely a place for our relationship in my life and I'm sure that there's a future for the two of us together! But I can't change anything about my job, I really can't and maybe I also don't want to right now, because I'm living my dream, you know that."

Y/N slowly nodded her head. She knew he was right, and honestly she already knew how it would most likely end even before the conversation started. It needed to happen, and she couldn't save her relationship with Mason. It broke her heart and she wanted to throw all her doubts away and forget about everything. She wanted to just go on living like this with Mase, always alone but in a really fancy apartment with an amazing view over the city of London — but she just wasn't happy. And she deserved to be happy.

Even before Y/N started to speak again, Mason already knew how this would end. He knew her since almost four years now so he was sure about what she was going to do right now. It hurt him a lot that he didn't see how Y/N felt before and it made him feel like a horrible person but he also knew that he couldn't just throw everything else away for her to be happy because he worked so hard to be where he was right now. She wasn't happy with him anymore and he knew that she needed to end things right now to be finally happy again.

And this was how it all ended. The two of them agreed that they were on different stages in life at the moment and that things just didn't work out like this anymore. There weren't a lot of tears during the conversation but afterwards, when the two were alone without each other again, there were a lot.

Two years of an absolutely amazing and loving relationship were now in the past. The future was unknown and even if they tried to stay friends — it was not as easy as they wanted it to be.

They lost each other.

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may 2024

The cover of the magazine her immediate neighbor read since about half an hour caught her attention immediately.

CHAMPIONS LEAGUE FINAL:

CHELSEA V BAYERN MUNICH — WHICH CLUB WILL TAKE HOME THE TROPHY?

Not only the title, but also the photo on the cover was not to be overlooked.

Sometimes it felt like he was following her everywhere just to make sure she didn't find happiness in someone else. But how could she? There was no one else who could make her feel like Mason did back then. On some days, Y/N asked herself if he ever thought about her like she did about him. Maybe he found someone else who makes him happier than she ever could? Someone who knows how to deal with his career better than her?

She tried so hard not to stalk his instagram all the time, but sometimes she couldn't hold herself anymore and started looking through his feed longer than necessary wondering if he ever did the same thing or if she was just being crazy.

When they decided to stay friends back in December 2021, both already knew that this whole friendship-ex-lover-thing wouldn't work out for them. Their feelings for each other were far too strong for just being friends so maybe it would be better to end things completely. And that was exactly what they did.

While Mason already knew where he saw himself in life, Y/N didn't know anything about these things. It took her a long time to get used to the unusual emptiness in her heart. But after some time, the brunette decided that it was time for something new. University didn't really make her happy, it never did, so she dropped out of uni. She never wanted to study anyway, even though it was what everyone had advised her all the time.

It was Mason who always told her to stop doing what everyone else wanted her to and instead start doing what she really dreamed of.

Even if she had to take this path without him now, Y/N always thought about his words while finally taking things in her own hands. It took her some time to find her own way but every effort will eventually be rewarded.

Y/N snapped out of her thoughts when her immediate neighbor stood up to leave the café and took the magazine with him. She sighed briefly before she also decided to leave the café — it was already dark outside and she had to walk all the way through the city to her new home, a very small apartment near Hyde Park. In her eyes, it was just perfect. Things didn't always have to be fancy or expensive to make someone happy, that's what she learned after her breakup. In general, she learned a lot during the last two years and even if she couldn't describe how much she missed Mason sometimes, Y/N also knew that it was the right decision to put herself first.

The next few days were somehow strange but she couldn't quite tell the reason for the feeling inside of her.

Wherever she went, it always seemed like this stupid match she saw on the cover of the magazine a few days ago followed her. It felt like she was meant to see it as often as possible until she finally gave in to buy tickets for the match. Maybe it was dumb and maybe she was just going crazy but she just couldn't get the idea of going to the Champions League Final out of her head.

Y/N was never really into football but during her relationship with Mason she watched a lot of his matches to support him no matter what. Maybe she just wanted to feel his presence near her again?

It didn't feel totally right when she bought a ticket the next day but in her head she kept retelling herself that it was the right decision and that she just wanted to support an old friend, nothing else.

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This was definitely one of the most important days in his whole life. Even tho Mason already experienced the Champions League Final in 2021, this time it was even better. He just couldn't describe how it felt walking into the stadium alongside his teammates and hearing all the fans shouting their names. The feeling was unbelievable and he wished that he could somehow capture it in a bottle to feel it every single day for the rest of his life.

He tried his best to stay focused and calm but it wasn't as easy as usual. They needed to win this trophy, the will to take it back home was stronger than ever.

When the whistle blew, it suddenly didn't feel so difficult to win anymore. It was just like any other game – Mason pushed everything around him to the back of his mind. The focus was completely on the game. And so the ball landed in the opponent's goal in the 30th minute. It brought back memories of the final three years ago. Were they able to keep the lead?

The feeling of the Champions League Finale was just something else. You didn't have to be a pro at football to feel the energy going around the stadium this night. To Y/N, it felt like she was part of something bigger. When the first goal happened, she tried to look out for Mason on the field only to see him right in front of the opponent's goal. It was him who scored the first goal this night and she couldn't help but feel incredibly proud of him.

During half time, she decided to post a story on her instagram profile. Y/N didn't really think about it and maybe if she had, she wouldn't have done it because there was a special someone who always made sure to know what was going on in her life. He needed to make sure that she was happy, it was something that made him feel a little bit better even if it still hurt and after all these years there was still this big hole inside of his heart since she was gone. So when he clicked through his phone with Ben on his right and he saw that she posted something on her story, Mason couldn't stop himself from watching it right away only to watch it again and again to make sure he wasn't just seeing things.

"Mate, she's here tonight." Ben looked at him confused because he had absolutely no clue who his best friend was talking about. "Y/N, she is here tonight. In the stadium. Watching us play", Mason repeated himself but this time he made it pretty clear who he was talking about. He also basically shoved his phone right into Ben's face who took it from his friend because he wanted to make sure that Mason wasn't just going crazy.

"Wait — You broke up over two years ago, right? Why are you still stalking her instagram, mate? Are you serious?" Mason rolled his eyes over his best friend's comment. "That's not the point, Ben! She's here tonight. And she doesn't even like football so it's definitely not because of the match." "To be honest, I think you shouldn't get your hopes too high, you know? I mean, yes, she's in the stadium watching us win the trophy tonight but maybe she just started to like football? I don't know — I mean, if she really wants to talk to you, she will. I'm sure about that." Mason slowly nodded his head as he threw his phone back into his bag.

It felt weird to know that Y/N was out there watching him and the others play. He didn't think that she started to like football but maybe there was another reason for her to be here tonight — it didn't have to be him, right?

Mason didn't have enough time to look around before the second half of the match started even if he wished he could've seen her for a second before starting to play again. He knew exactly that he had to stay focused, but he couldn't help himself. His thoughts wandered back to Y/N and their relationship all the time, he really couldn't keep his focus on the game which was one of the reasons there was another goal in the 70th minute. But this time, the ball landed in their own goal.

The second half was a lot harder than the first one. Until the end it looked like there would have to be an extra time, but suddenly it happened.

A chance opened up that allowed Mason to shoot the ball straight to Timo. It was the 88th minute. The ball landed in the opponent's goal. A few minutes later the long-awaited whistle finally followed after four additional minutes.

They won.

The trophy would finally come back home to London.

It felt like heaven when everyone ran to each other on the field to celebrate their success. There were a lot of hugs and also a lot of tears, but even if Mason was in the middle of a group hug, his mind was elsewhere.

There were thousands of people in the stadium shouting and crying tears of joy so it wasn't pretty realistic that he would see her right away but he just couldn't stop looking for Y/N. He knew that she was there so he had to find her. Mason didn't even know why he wanted to see her so badly, there was the possibility that she didn't even want him to know because she didn't want to talk to him, but Mason couldn't care less. This place tonight was his only chance to see her again after two years of not talking a word to each other. And his friends also knew that.

Ben had told Reece and Kai about what happened during the half time break and they all knew what they had to do. Mason had never stopped loving Y/N and as long as there was a chance that she felt the same way, they had to fix this whole thing. So when the group hugs were over, the three of them made their way to the stands looking for a special brunette.

Y/N was overwhelmed by everything around her. The people next to her were crying tears of joy and on the other side there was a girl who just hugged her out of nowhere when the final whistle came. She didn't expect this evening to end like this but she definitely didn't regret buying the ticket. It felt weird to be this close to Mason again but it also reminded her of the many games she watched in the past and about how happy he always seemed to be with her around. She missed seeing his smile dedicated to her and her only. But she knew, that she couldn't have it because she lost it all.

While she was about to leave the stand, she heard some people at the front starting to scream and shout out of nowhere. She was confused and wanted to know what was going on, so Y/N decided to go downstairs instead of leaving the stand and check out what was happening — maybe someone needed help because there was an emergency or something like that. But as she got closer, she realized that the fans were only screaming because some players were running along the edge of the field.

Y/N squinted her eyes and realized pretty quickly that it was Ben, among others. Because of her relationship with Mason she got to know a few players and with Ben she had always got along well.

At first Y/N thought that they were just going to talk to some fans to celebrate their success together but after a while it seemed like they were searching for something and when Ben suddenly stopped and pointed in her direction, she realized the boys weren't just looking for anything. They were looking for her.

A little unsure she waved to them and Ben signaled her to come to them. A voice in her head told her to leave quickly — but she didn't. She didn't run away.

It was a bit difficult to fight her way through the fans, but she managed to do it after some time. A slight smile was on her lips as she stopped in front of Ben. "Long time no see", he said and smiled at her. "Yeah," Y/N wasn't quite sure what to say because she definitely didn't plan talking to one of the players today. She just wanted to be there for Mason, even though he didn't know that she was there.

But how did his friends know?

"How did you know that I was here tonight?", she asked a bit confused but Ben only laughed at her question, "We saw it on your instagram story. I mean — he saw it. Of course there's the possibility that you just came here because you're a really big fan of us, but... If you came here to talk, we can definitely make it happen, you know? You don't have to leave without at least trying to talk to him. Only if you want to, of course."

Y/N was shocked for a brief moment, but finally remembered that Mason was in fact still following her on social networks. A small sigh left her lips and she looked uncertainly at the boys in front of her. This was probably her only chance to talk to Mason again. Did she really want to screw it up? On the other hand, they had probably both completely changed. She would only find out if she took that chance, so she finally nodded and let Ben help her climb over the barrier.

It took her some minutes to get along with the thought of what she was about to do right now. She was afraid, to say the least, but she also wanted to see his smile again so badly.

The boys took her with them to show the security team that everything was alright while they made their way over to the others. It felt weird to feel all these people staring down at them, but most of them were already leaving the stadium, so soon it would only be the players left on the field. And her.

She could feel her heart beating faster and faster and it wasn't long before she discovered Mason. He was talking to Timo who scored the final goal and had the biggest smile ever on his face. But when Timo saw Y/N standing behind them, he stopped talking right away. They didn't know each other that well while Mason and her were a couple but it seemed like he did in fact know who she was.

"Why did you stop talking?", Mason asked confused as he turned around to check out what Timo was looking at. And when he saw her, his jaw dropped.

Everything around them suddenly seemed to disappear and it was just the two of them, standing in the middle of the field looking at each other like they were both ghosts. She noticed that he had grown up a lot. His facial features seemed a little more serious than before. He was amazed that she had grown her hair. He couldn't put into words how beautiful she looked in the bright light of the stadium. He wanted to hold her in his arms. She wanted the same. And even without saying a word, they fell into each other's arms.

Nobody dared to be the first one to break the silence, because at this moment, everything seemed to be perfect again.

For both of them, it felt like they were finally whole again. The missing piece was back at its place and would never get lost again.

After some more silent moments, Mason finally started to speak but he couldn't let her go just yet so he whispered into her hear, "I missed you so much." Y/N could swear that there were already tears in her eyes and she nodded her head while answering, "I missed you more." He shook his head but didn't say anything else for another five minutes.

Meanwhile, the stadium was almost completely empty and the others were leaving the field to continue celebrating in the changing rooms.

"I'm so proud of you," she said when she loosed herself from the embrace. But Y/N couldn't bare another second without touching him, so she took his face in her hands and looked him directly in the eyes. Something she didn't do two years ago, when she decided to end everything.

She could see the tears in his eyes and it reminded her of their breakup but she didn't want to think about that. She wanted to think about the future. And she also wanted to talk about it and she wanted to take it in her own hands this time.

"A lot happened during the last two years, you know?" He just nodded so she decided to go on, "I know that... what happened with us... It was hard. And I'm sorry. But I needed it. Maybe it sounds crazy but I needed this to start taking my life in my own hands. I needed it to breathe and to find out what I really want in life. We were both so young when we met and I didn't even know what I wanted. But now, I do. I found my way, I listened to your words and I am living my dream just like you do. Just like you always wanted me to. And when I saw that you were in the Champions League Final I just... I couldn't get this thought out of my head. Something drove me to you, and I think it was the right decision."

He listened to every single word she was saying without stopping her, because he knew that it was important for her to tell him. Just like he knew back then that it was important for her to leave him at this point in their life.

Everything was meant to happen just like it did and now, everything was finally going to be okay again.

He was sure about that. She was sure about that.

They both were.

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BLURRY LINES

*＊✿❀LINE 34 : THE BIG REVEAL❀✿＊*

"y/n?" taehyun called.

"yes?" y/n cursed at herself for being so distracted, she had been looking at her phone for a few minutes now.

"you wanna listen to prodsputnik's twitter space, dont you?"

"fuck, sorry. no, no. dont get mad, we're on a date, i'm not supposed to get distracted by something else," she said, putting her phone away after putting it on silent.

he wasn't mad, just amused at how excited she seems, unable to stay put.

"it's totally fine, y/n. let's just listen to it together. if anything, i would wanna tune in to my favourite artist's first twitter space too!" he assured, wrapping her cold hand with his warm one, intertwining them after.

"are you sure?"

"hundred per cent," taehyun brought their intertwined hands to his lips as he kissed her knuckle softly, a gesture he tends to do whenever he's around her.

"i love you!!" she squealed.

"hold on, im gonna go grab your earphone and mine," she got up a little bit too eagerly, too quick to even notice the red tint on taehyun's cheeks.

it's not y/n's first time saying i love you, but every single time sure feels like the first time. how his cheeks heated up, heart skipping a beat and even the damn butterflies in his stomach.

"1 minute left!!!" y/n tapped taehyun's laps excitedly as soon as she returned.

y/n was too busy setting up her earphone that she failed to notice that taehyun had started the space as prodsputnik, the said man taking in a shaky breath before starting to speak.

"hello gravities, this is prodsputnik. i know i just released a new song, 0X1=LOVESONG, but im not singing that tonight. i'm singing a song i wrote a few weeks ago, a resultant of multiple sleepless nights, staying up thinking of the right words to say to someone i love so dearly. To my muse, the girl who's in front of me, this one's for you,"

at this point, y/n was just staring at taehyun with her mouth agape, almost shitting herself at the reveal. sure, she had some suspicions here and there, but it doesn't make it any less shocking. taehyun felt like he could throw up of nervousness, but still locked eyes with her nevertheless. it wasnt hard to get lost and find comfort in her eyes anyways.

<The One - Kodaline>

"Tell me, tell me that you want me

And I'll be yours completely

For better or for worse

I know we'll have our disagreements

Be fighting for no reason

I wouldn't change it for the world

'Cause I knew the first day that I met you

I was never gonna let you

Let you slip away

And I still remember feeling nervous

And tryna find the words to

Get you here today

You make my heart feel like it's summer

When the rain is pouring down

You make my whole world feel so right when it's wrong

That's how I know you are the one

That's why I know you are the one"

"thank you all for tuning in to my first ever space, i promise i'll sing LOVESONG tomorrow, the same time. right now, i have to talk to my girl,"

y/n felt dizzy, the good kind of dizzy. swooned by his voice, the lyrics, and the fact that taehyun called her 'my girl'? everything is too perfect and too overwhelming she decided to just follow what her heart desires, tackling taehyun to the ground, seconds after the poor boy ended the space.

"could you be any more perfect?" she asked, more to herself. her fingers parted the front part of his hair, showing more of the eyes she had fell in love with.

"so you're not mad?"

"no, why should i? i respect your decision on keeping your identity a secret, even if all my tweets on kingsputnik are haunting me right now,"

"have i told you that i love you,"

"maybe, like hundred times already," she shrugged.

"brat," he chuckled, wrapping his arms around y/n's body, pulling her body towards him, making her lay on top of him.

y/n just laughed, basking in taehyun's physical affection that never failed to make her heart jump.

"i have thousands of questions right now," she said. "but that can wait, i just want to kiss you right now," y/n leaned in, just for her lips to meet the air. taehyun had dodged her kiss by moving his head to the side.

"whoa, wait a minute miss impatient," he said, snickering at her eagerness.

"before that, i need to ask you a question. do you wanna be my girlfriend?"

"oh come on! you stopped me from kissing you just to ask that question?" she whined.

"of course the answer is yes!" she finally answered, making the boy smile.

y/n had leaned in again, this time meeting taehyun's lips for real.

NEXT | MASTERLIST

a/n : thank you for reading up till here alshskbs two to three more short chapters and it's a wrap!! ♡

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SYNOPSIS :

if there's anything y/n's good at, it's differentiating her feelings between love or hate. it's so distinct, she really doesn't get it when people say they have mixed feelings about something, cause to her, love is LOVE and hate is, well... HATE. LOVE is like her feelings for prodsputnik, an anonymous soundcloud artist she adores which she may or may not have a stan account for. HATE is like her feelings towards her roommate, kang taehyun. she even claimed that researchers are bullshitting when they say there's a thin line between hate and love. but what if y/n figures out that prodsputnik and kang taehyun is the same person? will the line between love and hate stay thick and clear as fuck (y/n's words) to y/n or will it get blurry?

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[midnight-dreamerness]

It’s Always Been You

(This is NOT my gif. Credit to the creator <3)

summary: Jay stopped speaking to you unexpectedly and then you see each other at Molly’s.

pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

warning: Curse Words??

word count: 2.4k

A/N: theres a slight mention of the reader being plus size…

You never thought you’d be replaced. But in came Erin Lindsay and suddenly she was all he talked about. And eventually he didn’t call anymore. He didn’t pull up in your driveway with pizza and a pack of beer out of the blue anymore. There were no Saturday movie nights or Monday monopoly despite you both knowing he always won.

You were lonely. After meeting Jay in high school, it was the two of you against the world. And when he left for the rangers, you were lost. But he came back to you. And you were the happiest you’ve ever been. But this time was different. You were losing him, falling right between your fingers right In front of your eyes and there was nothing you could do was watch from afar as he loved someone else and ached to be that someone.

Erin was a good person with a good heart. She was good for him. But you couldn’t help but hate that you couldn’t give him everything she could. Whatever that was you didn’t know. Maybe it was because you were bigger. Maybe it was because you were different. Whatever it was, you didn’t want to know. It would only break you in the end.

You tried to go out but it seemed the ghost of him followed you wherever you went.

You glanced at him for a moment, noting the stubble covering his jaw and remember how much you ran your hands over it giggling when he spun you around in the middle of his apartment.

You both were closer than normal best friends. You slept in the same bed and cuddled countless times. But every time you woke you he was gone.

Your friend snapped her fingers in front of your face with a laugh.

“You’re staring,” she commented, sniggering. You grimaced, biting at your lip and removing your intense gaze from the man across the room.

He was with a group of people but his arms were laying across the chair of the girl you wanted to hate but couldn’t.

“I hate nice people,” you grumbled, only making your friend laugh more. You ended up grinning, her laugh being contagious.

“Hello, ladies.” You now noticed the blonde who had walked up to your table, recognizing him from Jay's group from across the room.

“Hello, handsome,” you flirted, resting your chin on the palm of your hand, fluttering your eyes at him. He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair.

“I’m Adam. I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room. Can I buy you a drink, both of you?”

“You can buy her a drink. I’m going to talk to the guy who's been eyeing me since I walked in. Good luck!” Your friend exclaimed and started to walk away but turned around and added, “Oh! She likes the fruity stuff. Berry Lemonade Margarita is her favorite. Thank me later.” She gave the blonde, Adam, a wink before finally walking away. You place your hands in your hands, a blush settling over you cheeks.

“Berry Lemonade Margarita it is.” Adam said walking to the bar. You sat there and chuckled, shaking your head. You could feel eyes on you, so you looked up and met his eyes. His hand had fallen from behind Erins chair, a sad smile on his face. You looked away letting out a sigh. Adam was back in a matter of minutes, sliding your drink in front of you and settling in the seat in front of you, a glass of what looks like Whiskey in his hands.

“Thank you,” you muttered, giving him a small shy smile.

“You don’t talk much do you?”

“When I open my mouth I usually embarrass myself.” He only laughs, shaking his head.

You ended up talking for a good twenty minutes about anything and everything. He was easy to talk to but you couldn’t help but ache for another man who would glance at the two of you from across the room ever so often. He hated it. He hated watching Adam making you laugh. It was really his own fault. He has no right to be angry or jealous. But he was. All he wanted to do was march right over there and rip him from that seat. Instead, though, he watched from afar, detaching himself from the conversation his friends were having. You brightened up the room as soon as you entered, his eyes on you as soon as you stepped foot into Molly’s.

“You know Jay?” Adam asked, leaning back against the booth. You nodded, swirling the straw in your half empty drink.

“We were best friends. Things happen, though. People change.”

“Well you're glancing at him every couple of minutes so apparently something happened there.”

“Oh fuck, Adam. I’m sorry,” your shoulder slump as you feel the guilt build inside you. He simply laughs and shakes his head.

“No need to apologize. Does he know?”

You wanted to ask him what he meant but you knew. So you shook your head, “No.”

He purses his lip. “Have you thought about telling him?”

“Only a thousand times. Erin is good for him, though.”

“If Jay wanted to be with Erin he would’ve made it official. So clearly something is holding him back.”

You hated how your chest filled with hope that maybe he held back because of you. But he left you. Stopped calling. Stopped texting. Stopped everything.

“C’mon,” Adam said standing up, glass in one hand and the other held out for you to take. You gave him a curious look but took his hand anyway and grabbed your drink before he could pull you away. When you noticed the direction you both we’re headed you tried to stop but it was no use. The two of you had gained the attention of the entire group.

“Hey, this is my girl, (Y/N). This is Kevin, Kim, Erin, and Jay.” Adam said, pointing them all out with their name. You gave them all a shy smile and a wave. Anxiety filled you and you suddenly felt sick to your stomach.

“Oh no, has he talked your ear off yet?” Asked Kevin who only made the rest of them laugh, aside from Jay, who only glaring at him. He hated the way the words “his girl” fell from Adam's lips.

Your shoulders dropped as the anxiety left and you let out a small laugh.

“He’s getting there.”

You didn’t even have it in you to look into his eyes. You tightened your grip on Adam's hand, who simply nudged you towards the empty spot next to an African American man, who you now know as Kevin. Adam sat next to you, sending you a wink before throwing his arm over your chair.

“Truthfully. She loves me,” Adam says shrugging. You take a sip of your drink, eyes widen, a laugh nearly falling from your lips.

“I’m just waiting on my chance to run,” you suddenly spoke. There was a slight pause before laughs were heard around the table and a whine came from Adam.

“Babe, that is so mean,” Adam moaned, holding his hand over his heart as if you broke it.

You simply giggled and slapped his chest lightly.

A conversation started and you added in a couple of times but mainly you were putting your focus on avoiding his gaze or trying not to cry at the sight of his hand resting on Erins shoulder.

As a certain song came on, you were suddenly pulled into memories of only a couple months ago.

It was the night he made you dance with him. You remember giggling and letting him spin you until you were dizzy and ready to pass out. You remember how his hands fell on your hips to try and steady you before you fell. He was laughing the entire time until his face came close to yours. And he almost kissed you. He was so close and you prayed that he would. But he didn’t.

The memory only causes your heart to ache and knowing that the man you loved was sitting right in front of you with another girl on his arm made it ten times worse.

You wanted to scream and to cry but you trapped it inside, bottling it up until you could let it out once you got home.

The sound of your slurping pulled you from your thoughts. You were out of adult juice. With no intention of going home, you were going to need another drink to get you through the night.

“I'm going to get a drink. I’ll be back,” you told Adam before hopping out of your seat. He gave you a nod.

“Yeah, me too. Anyone want anything?”

You pushed through the groups of people trying to get away but there was no use, Jay caught your arm and pulled you away before anyone at the table noticed. You were in a hallway suddenly and before you could say anything Jay was in front of you.

“Adam? Really?”

“What? What’s wrong with Adam? And why do you care?” You are getting upset now. Jay had no right to question you on who you were seeing. Not anymore.

“He’s not really your type.” You snorted at his reply. What were you supposed to say to that? You didn’t understand why he cared when he had left you and all of a sudden he wants to look out for you.

“Jay, you have no idea what my type is anymore. People change. Maybe I like blondes now.”

“Yeah well I remember only a couple months ago you much preferred brown haired, blue eyed men.”

“What are you implying?” You asked, stepping closer to him, your eyes set in a glare. He folded his arms over his chest, his muscles catching your eyes for a split second. Your thighs clenched before you copied his stance, your nails digging into your arms.

“You know exactly what I’m implying, princess.”

The nickname made you weak at the knees and so did that fucking smirk on his face. But you stood your ground, slipping your hair over your shoulder and attempting to walk around him. He caught your wrist, pulling you into his chest. You took in a breath at how close you both were. It had been so long since you touched him and every part of you wanted to melt into his arms.

“You left me, remember. Replaced me. No calls, no text, no goodbye. And no excuse. You have no right to try and tell me who I can or cannot be with.” As you spoke you snatched your wrist from his grip and pulled away, walking right out the side doors. You walked up to Adam, the excuse falling from your lips easily.

“I’m not feeling too well, I’m gonna head home, Call me. It was nice meeting you guys.”

And you were out the door before they could say anything. Your phone was blowing up as soon as you sped off down the road but you didn’t once pick it up knowing who it was.

It was your turn to ignore him now. You blocked his number later that night and cried yourself to sleep, trying your hardest to let go of that stupid schoolgirl crush you had for him and grow the hell up. You only wished it was as easy as saying it. But your mind betrayed you and you thought about him for the next two days. And then he showed up.

When you heard the knock you assumed it was the package you had been waiting on for three days now but when you took a peek through the peephole, you closed your eyes and sat your back against the door.

“Please open the door,” he begged, resting his head against the door. You let out a sigh and pushed yourself from the door, turning and swinging it open. He stood there with a pizza box in his hand and a pack of beer resting on top. You couldn’t help but smile as you noticed the flowers hiding behind his back. He pulled them out, a grin overtaking the sadness on his face. The look of excitement cured the nervousness that had settled in his stomach.

“Can I take the pizza, beer, and flowers and leave you on the doorstep?” You joked about taking a hold of the flowers, bringing them to your nose to smell them. You closed your eyes as your favorite flower's scent invaded your nose.

Jay let out a laugh. “No, princess. It’s a package deal.”

You let out a chuckle and opened the door wider for him. Jay walked inside, instantly making his way to the living room where he sat the pizza and beer on the table. Instead of following him you entered the kitchen and placed the flowers in a vase and filled it halfway with water. You placed them on the counter, cocking your head to the side as you arranged them perfectly in the vase. Jay watched from the entrance, leaning against the frame with a smile on his lips.

“I’m sorry. And I know it isn’t much, but I hope this is a good start to getting you back.”

His voice causes shivers to roll over your spine. You purses your lips, taking in a breath.

“I don’t want to play anymore, Jay. I want a relationship and if you can’t give me that then please just say so.”

He walked forwards, cupping your face in his hands.

“I didn’t know what I wanted back. But I do know now. And it’s you. It's always been you.”

With a sigh of relief you captured his lips, your hand running up his chest before clasping around his waist. You wished you had done it before, that you both hadn’t played around the thought of a relationship and just did it. But you had him now and that’s all that mattered.

His kiss made you fuzzy and you Found yourself leaning against him for support. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip and you parted your lips eagerly. You moaned at the taste of him and moved your hands to then settle on his chest. You have never been kissed like this before. And you loved every part of it.

You pulled back, taking in a much needed breath as he leaned his forehead against yours attempting to catch his own breath.

“So, you want me to beat your ass in monopoly or what?”

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[literatebly]

Oh But You're An Explosion

Juice Ortiz / You (Sons of Anarchy)

Summary: You've been checking out this hot biker guy for months through your shop's windows. One day he walks in.

Warnings: Canon-typical smoking and alcohol use, I guess. Kinda. Also a lot of thirsting. But there's nothing explicit, really. I think?

Words: 3 781

A/N: So I've been thinking about this specific plant shop scenario for like a year now, on and off, and somehow suddenly decided to sit down and write some of it down. Accidentally, I finished writing it all in one sitting. Whoops. The level of Juice-thirsting indulgence in this one is quite strong. I'm a huge advocate for that. This can also be found on AO3. The title is a line from I Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor by Arctic Monkeys. I hope you enjoy! <3

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this one. Not even the "you", probably. Not that one ever could own you. I'm rambling again. Sorry.

You'd seen him walking past the shop countless of times, head bopping to the beat of his steps on his way to… somewhere. Now, there were hundreds if not thousands of people walking past your shop each day, and some you recognized but most you didn't. Why would you? You'd been fortunate enough to get your shop on one of the busiest streets of Lodi. But him you recognized and remembered, even though you didn't see him even on a weekly basis.

It was the tattoos on his scalp that first drew your attention. They were so tacky, and the stupid patch of hair didn't help. It was really quite ridiculous. But the look was also quite original, or at least rare enough that one couldn't help but remember it. And through time you kind of stared to become fond of the look. Especially since he had a pretty face to pull it off. Such a pretty face.

The first couple of times he walked past the windows you'd focused on the tattoos and the hair. The shop was only so wide and he'd walk past it quite quickly, so there was not a lot of time to ogle at the details. Unfortunately. At some point though, you started noticing other things. Like the vest he always wore. It was a biker vest, of course, and it took you another while to decipher which club.  Eventually you figured it out. It was another quite ridiculous thing. Sons of Anarchy. What a name. Kind of cringe, in your opinion. All pent up teenage emo shit and adolescent rebellion. Fucking grown up men, for all the gods' sake. And yet... You were but a humble servant of the human nature, and perhaps in need of a good fuck.

Another part that drew your attention were the arms. If it was summer, he'd usually wear a t-shirt underneath the vest, so the tan arms with the tattoos were on nice display. Your favorites were the white and the pale grey. They gave nice contrast to the warm tone of his skin. Such nice arms. Couple of times he'd been holding a phone to his ear. The right one - not in sense of right or left but in the sense of which way he was walking. You very much liked the way his bicep and forearm bulged when he held the phone. And not that you had a hand kink or anything, but he also had rings. Yeah.

Usually he had this stern, sort of frowning look on his face. Lips all tight and brows knit together. Focused and serious. It went very well with the vest and the general air of Important Things To Do. But occasionally he smiled, and you positively loved that. You’d never seen it from head on, but you could sort of tell it was the kind that made one all warm and seen. Usually the smile happened while he was speaking on the phone.

All in all, it was safe to say that he was very, very hot. If you fantasized a little, it wasn’t really your fault. Mitigating circumstances and all that, your honor. It was really his own fault for looking so gorgeous. And if the day when he actually walked in the door your heart skipped a beat, that was to be expected.

Miraculously, there were no other customers, so you had to give him all your attention. What a sacrifice, really. He was wearing that familiar focused frown, and was way more attractive from the face to face point of view.

“I’m looking for a Silver Cloud Philadeldrol.“

He was also wearing a white t-shirt. With the vest open. “Sorry, what?”

“A Philadeldrol? Phila-something.” His brows knitted a bit tighter. You blinked.

“Do you mean Silver Cloud Philodendron?”

He narrowed his eyes in a way that spoke of partial recognition.

“I think so? Are they rare and expensive?”

You snorted slightly. “Yes.”

He nodded, a smile ghosting on his face. So attractive. Jesus.

“Then I mean that.”

“Okay. I have some in the back, if you want to pick one yourself.”

“You pick. I wouldn’t know what to look for.”

You smiled understandingly to ease the air of apology he’d attained. And also because you just couldn't help it.

“All right. I’ll just be a minute.”

He was leaning casually against the counter when you came back. When he pocketed his phone, you wondered how long it had taken for him to learn not get his rings stuck in the process. And if he could do it with tighter jeans on. You also though you might go to hell, if you were to believe in such an institute.

“So I’m guessing you’re not getting this for yourself?”

“No, just running an errand for – a friend. It’s for his mom’s birthday. She collects plants.”

You couldn’t help but smirk, which made him raise his brows in return.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh, it’s just that Silver Cloud is a nickname for the plant. The actual scientific name is Philodendron mamei. Sort of fitting.”

He laughed. It was beautiful. Angles sung. “He’s one momma’s boy alright.”

The snort that burst out of your mouth didn’t sound quite as beautiful. He didn’t seem to mind though, actually looked a little pleased with himself. Or at least that’s how you were going to play it in your nightly fantasies.

“Do you want me to wrap it? Like a gift.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

It was kind of sad, having to look away from him in order to get the paper around the plant. Perhaps you should consider getting yourself an assistant to do the wrapping while you stared at hot customers.

“So. These are quite tricky in terms of plant care, so tell your friend’s mom to come by if she wants any tips. Most of the stuff on the internet is bullshit.”

“I’ll be sure to tell her that.”

The smile he gave you was much better than what you’d imagined. It was all crinkly eyes and perfect teeth and warmth, yes, but you hadn’t considered the kaleidoscope of butterflies it would hatch. Your own smile left your cheeks warm.

“Ok, there you go. Need anything else?”

“I think that’s all, thanks.”

“All right. Have a nice day.”

His smile was blinding. “Thanks, you too.”

As you watched him walk out of the shop, holding the wrapped plant like it might explode any time, you groaned internally. I’m so screwed.

***

A couple of weeks later you were once again alone in the shop, when a no-bullshit looking woman walked in like she owned the place. You put on your best customer service smile. To be completely honest, she was a bit scary.

“Hi. What can I do for you, ma’am?”

The woman waived impatiently.

“Call me Gemma. I’ve been told the Silver Cloud philo I got for my birthday came from you.”

Your could feel your eyes widening in recognition. That plant didn’t sell much, as you kept it in the back only to sell it when specifically asked for.

“Oh, right. Yes. I remember that one.”

“I’m sure you do, sweetheart.” The knowing look on the woman’s face was not judgmental, but it was a bit intimidating. “I want to hire you to help with some repotting.”

You frowned. “I don’t really do house calls.”

She looked at you like what you’d said had no meaning to her whatsoever.

“The consultation fee will be worth your time.”

“How far away are we talking?”

“Charming. I’ll have everything ready, you just need to show up.”

After thinking about it for a moment, and for reasons you were not quite comfortable in recognizing, you decided to act on a whim.

“All right, why not.”

When the scary woman smiled, she was really very beautiful.

“Perfect. Here’s my number. You can come by whenever, just call me when you leave and I’ll give you driving instructions.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The woman waived again, but the smile didn’t leave her lips.

“Gemma is fine, sweetheart.”

When you watched her walk out of your shop, you breathed out deeply. What the fuck did we get ourselves into now.

***

The door to the woman’s, Gemma’s, house was open when you arrived, so you knocked on the frame and walked in.

“Hi sweetheart, come on in. I’m in the kitchen.”

Gemma was throwing things in her bag when you entered. Somewhat (but not entirely) surprisingly, the hot biker guy was there as well. The surprise must have shown on your face, though it wasn’t like you particularly tried to hide it.

“You remember Juice, don’t you? Something came up at the shop so I can’t stay after all, but he’ll be around to help you if you need it.”

It looked like the guy was trying to pull off the bored, casual look, but he seemed to abandon it when you smiled at him. It was very adorable and also quite flattering. Your heartbeat quickened a bit.

“Sure. Hi Juice.”

He was wearing a shaded, blood-red t-shirt under the vest. It vas very form-fitting. Had you not been there on business, you might have stared. As it were, you just glanced. Couldn’t help it, really.

He smiled in a way that told you he’d noticed. “Hi.” You could feel your face heating up.

Gemma powered on.

“The plants that need repotting are in the bathroom. I’ll have the boys carry them back to their places later. Juice will show you where the potting mix is.”

You nodded. “All right.”

“You can call me if you need anything, and come by the shop when you’re done to get your paycheck. Juice can show you.”

You nodded again.

“That should be all. I’m off. See you later. And be good, kids.” There was a hint of something in Gemma’s eyes that made you wonder if the whole thing wasn’t entirely planned. You decided that if it was, you didn’t entirely mind. Spending time with the hot biker guy wasn’t much of a disappointment for an otherwise chilly Saturday.

There was a moment of awkward silence after Gemma stormed off, before Juice (Juice, really) spoke.

“So, where do you want to start?”

You glanced around, a bit lost.

“How about you show me the plants first?”

***

You let Juice drive you to the garage – or shop, as Gemma had called it. It really was your car, but you didn’t really mind sitting on the passenger seat for a change.

Gemma smiled when you entered the office. “Hi sweetheart. Did you get everything done?”

“Yeah, everything’s good. The Monstera was a bit of a pickle. Juice’s arm strength came in handy with that one.”

“I thought it might. Did he behave himself?”

“Yeah, we had a blast. He’s a sweetheart.” The fond smile on your face was perhaps a bit more telling than you’d planned, but you were past caring. He really had been such a sweetheart. And funny. And so attractive. Gosh.

Gemma seemed pleased.

“He is. Here’s your fee.”

The stack of bills made your eyes involuntarily widen. “Thanks.”

Gemma smirked. “I said it’d be worth your while.”

“You weren’t kidding.”

Gemma’s face took a sort of calculating expression, eyes flickering between yours.

“Listen, there’s a small party tonight at the club, nothing fancy. Why don’t you stay for a while?”

That surprised you. You didn’t know much about bike clubs, but you did have a guess as to what party meant around here. The name of the club and the general atmosphere at the shop gave some more hints. Not that you were new to partying yourself, but these days you generally preferred near-empty pubs and quiet wine nights with a few close friends. Generally. You decided to act on a whim again.

“Sure, what the hell. Tomorrow’s an off-day anyway.”

Gemma flashed you an approving smile.

“Good. Go ahead, then, sweetheart. I’ll be done here in a minute.”

Juice was leaning against the edge of the metal fences outside the office where a couple of bikes were parked, so you walked over. He smiled brightly as you approached, waking up the butterflies all over again. You responded in kind, digging at your jacket pockets to get your pack of cigarettes out, offering him one.

“Gemma invited me to the party you’re having tonight.”

His bright smile turned blinding, and you wanted to groan at just how beautiful he looked. It was really so very unfair.

“Yeah? You staying?”

“I thought I might. It’s been a while since I actually partied, so you might need to keep an eye out for me,” you joked. The wink he gave you in response brought heat to your cheeks, but your smile only widened.

“Will do.”

The boom of approaching motorcycles interrupted your little moment, which was a relief, as you in fact had no idea what to say next. You didn’t mind silences in the slightest, but something about having spent the whole day flirting with each other while simultaneously working on a task together now seemed to put a lot of expectations on you. You watched curiously as the bikes came closer and the group of men performed a sort of parking choreography.

“Do you, like, train for the parking to make it so, I don’t know, orderly?”

Juice snorted.

“Nah. Half the point of prospecting is to learn by watching.”

You gave him a side-eyed mock-frown. “I’m going to ignore that for the sake of the mental image I already bonded with.”

Juice laughed that beautiful laughter of his, and your butterflies fluttered.

“Fine, fine, we hold parking practices every weekend before attending the Sunday mass.”

“Thank you,” you beamed, patting him on the arm. If your fingers lingered on the warm skin, he didn’t seem to mind.

Three of the bikers immediately came over – one young and blonde, another a bit older with greying hair and a scar, and one with curly brown hair and wild eyes. The scar-faced man bellowed from a few steps away.

“Juice! Is this the wench you and Gemma won’t shut up about?”

The fleeting look of panic on Juice’s face gave you all the confidence you hadn’t been missing in the first place.

“A wench? Couldn’t possibly, I’m a proper lass myself.”

The man laughed, and padded Juice on the back. The blond, younger man smirked.

“Don’t mind Chibs, darlin’. I’m Jax. Thanks for mom’s birthday plant.” The wink he gave you was the kind that only a man who knows he’s attractive all the time gives. He did pull it off, of course. You winked back.

“Oh, my pleasure entirely.”

The man called Chibs continued. “So, lassie, what are you here for? Corrupting our innocent baby boy?”

The third man butted in before you had a chance to respond. “There ain’t much left to be damaged in that slightly retarded child of ours, Chibs.” Jax and Chibs grinned in agreement.

You had no idea what inspired it, but as a result you gave Juice your most obscenely thirsty look. “Yeah?”

The look paid off, in a sense. On one hand, the gang of bikers roared. On the other, the mildly surprised, quite pleased, and very steamy look Juice responded with left you actually obscenely thirsty.

“Remind me again to watch your drinking tonight, you proper lass.” The tone of his voice was so sinful it was a miracle you didn’t melt in the spot.

“Oh, I think you’ve got it.” And if your voice was a bit breathier than you’d intended, no-one accused you of it.

Chibs patted Juice on the back again, chuckling before turning towards the garage. “I’m not going to watch you two eye-fuck each other without a proper drink in my hand.”

***

You’d snuck out for a cigarette break, to get a momentary respite from the hot, smoky air and the noisy crowd of the club house. A couple of beers in your system, you were feeling the effects of the alcohol in a nice, buzzing way. Not in the accidental mouth-wont-form-the-good-words way that sometimes happened at the end of a really good wine heart-to-heart with your friends, nor in the unpleasant shit-how-the-fuck-did-this-happen way that always waited at the end of a night out with the very same friends. No, it was the might-even-dance-tonight kind of buzz that left you staring at Juice a bit too long at every possible instance. But you’d noticed him doing it too, and neither of you seemed too embarrassed about it.

Unfortunately, the obvious attraction between you two had only fueled the teasing you two were receiving. “The boys”, as Gemma called them, appeared positively enraptured by your knee-jerk reaction to substitute embarrassment with full-on flirtation, and the non-plan had backfired spectacularly. Not only did "the boys" try and get it out of you as often as possible, but Juice always responded to it in ways that had left you with a permanent heat in your abdomen. It also made you a bit self-conscious. You wondered how awkward it would be if you were to find yourself alone with him.

You were leaning against the concrete wall, halfway through your first cigarette when Juice appeared behind the corner with two beer bottles in his hand. You took a step out of the wall, standing on your feet.

“As the official gatekeeper of your alcohol consumption, I’ve brought you more beer.” The smirk on his face was tender and agonizingly handsome. You smiled.

“How chivalrous.”

You drank your beers in silence, and thankfully, it wasn’t all that awkward.

After a while, Juice spoke up. “We didn’t scare you off, did we?”

“Oh, no. I’m just enjoying the lack of gatekeeping on my nicotine intake.”

He laughed softly, and you smiled. His expression turned thoughtful.

“You’re very beautiful when you smile.”

It came out of nowhere and was entirely honest. And very soft. You couldn’t take it. You stubbed out your cigarette, twisting the butt with your shoe before scrunching up you forehead in false mischief. “Are you teasing me?”

“Maybe.” The matter-of-fact in his tone as he placed his empty beer bottle on a nearby trash can should not have been a turn on, but you’d lost control of your reactions a while ago. Months, really. So you put on your brightest smile before finishing your own drink.

Juice took a step towards you, and was suddenly very much in your space. “Or maybe I’m not.”

The quickening of your heartbeat made your smile falter a bit and your lung-function fail.

“Maybe I don’t mind either way.” Your voice was very quiet, barely above a whisper. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears.

His eyes were glued to yours as he took another step, so close now that he was almost touching you. “Yeah?”

His breath did actually touch you, and it sent shivers down your entire body. Your eyes blinked rapidly, gaze falling on his lips for a moment before travelling back to his eyes.

“Yeah,” you breathed out.

You really should have been able to predict that kissing him would be nothing like you’d imagined, because everything else about him already had been. As it stood however, you were not prepared at all. Not for the way his lips ghosted on yours for the shortest eternity, nor the way his hands took hold of your hips. Afterwards you’d tell your friends that if Juice had prolonged the pre-kiss moment any longer, your brain would have run out of oxygen. You weren’t entirely sure you hadn’t in fact become braindead anyway.

But he didn’t prolong it that much, and when his lips did touch yours, your lungs and heart regained function again.

His mouth was soft and commanding, and you gave him back everything. It was marvelous. Encouraged by your willingness, he deepened the kiss almost instantly, holding you tight against him. As your hands moved to pull him even closer, one of his made its way to your neck, cupping the side of your face. The involuntary gasp that you let out made him pull you in even tighter, one hand grasping at your waist while the other tangled in your hair.

The way he suddenly thrust you both against the concrete wall made you gasp again, and your hands slipped underneath his t-shirt. You’d thought about doing it all day, having seen the shirt rise up a bit a few times at Gemma’s. But witnessing a v-line, however impressive, had nothing on actually touching the soft skin on Juice’s back, let alone feeling him react to it, all heavy breathing and demanding and hard. It was intoxicating.

Having found your exploits under his shirt as clearance to do just that himself, his hand on your waist was quick to push your shirt up. You’d thought the rings would be strikingly cold against your skin – why, really, as you had in fact studied enough physics to know about thermal conduction? – but in reality, they were spectacularly outweighed by the shivers Juice’s fingertips were sending out on their travels across your sides and stomach.

Then he pressed you even harder against the wall, and you couldn’t hold in a proper moan. Had your legs been in a more accommodating position, you absolutely would have curled them around his waist.

In other words, it was perfect.

“Do you,” Juice grunted after a while, before apparently thinking better of it and diving back to your lips.

“Maybe,” he tried again a moment later. This time it was your lips on his that cut him off. Kissing him was just so lovely.

After yet another few intense moments of making out, he tried once more. This time establishing a bit more space between your faces, he looked at you with a sort of seriousness that spoke of uncertainty. “Wanna have dinner sometime?”

You blinked at him, almost confused for a second before smiling. “Oh, right. Yes.”

He smiled, too and kissed you with a new kind of nuance that could only be described as happiness. Then he suddenly held back again, eyes sparkling. Too damn pretty for his own good. Or yours.

“Wait, what did you think I was asking?”

“Hmm.” You tried kissing your way out of it, but he didn’t relent, growing more amused by the second. You rolled your eyes at him. “I’m sure you can figure it out.”

The grin on his face must’ve lit up the whole state.

“A proper lass like you? How indecent.”

You grinned back at him.

“Perhaps I am a wench after all. Don’t tell Chibs.”

Juice laughed.

“Lucky me.”

And if you kissed him with even more hunger after that, he definitely didn't mind.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Please let me know if you have any feelings about this whatsoever, I’d love to hear your thoughts! <3

#juice ortiz x reader #juice ortiz x you #juice ortiz fanfiction #soa #soa fanfiction #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #mine

[ava-achlys]

The Boyz NSFW Scenarios

Sohn Youngjae (Eric) - Kiss Me If You Can

Eric x fem! reader

Warnings: thigh fucking, unprotected sex, unrequited feelings, angst, smoking (just a lil bit sorry)

Everyone in this story is of age, let's just say you're a tad older than Eric. And yeah, can you tell I have a thing for shy Eric? I hope I didn't make it too OOC though. Also if you don't like smoking you can pretend you're just having a drink or something, I just felt like including it.

Eric had a crush on his sister's best friend. Little did he know the girl of his (wet) dreams would surprise him.

Your best friend's parents were out of town for the weekend, and she was left in charge of taking care of their house. Naturally, you were invited to stay for a sleepover, and you were excited, picking out cute outfits and games to bring with you. It's been a while since you got to hang out at their place, and you were looking forward to movie night and chilling in pajamas all day.

You ring the doorbell and a mop of pink hair greets you at the door. You blink in surprise before engulfing the boy in a tight hug. "Eric! You keep growing every time I see you~" you coo, ruffling his already messy pink hair. Eric blushes, his cheeks turning the color of his hair as he rubs the back of his neck shyly. "It's good to see you too, noona," he smiles, before yelling for his sister. The moment she came down to greet you, he ducked upstairs, uncharacteristically shy and quiet.

You hug your best friend and ask her if Eric's okay. She rolls her eyes and chuckles "He's just going through a late puberty I guess." You tilt your head, slightly confused, but you let the topic go, opting to ask about it again later. You head upstairs to her room to unpack your things, noticing that Eric's door was shut.

You two go about your day, catching up while you waited for your lunch order to be delivered. You had offered to pay for everyone's lunch, including Eric's which caused your friend to whine, saying having Eric around was going to ruin your fun. You brushed her off. Eric was a good kid, albeit a tad boisterous. Maybe he just had a lot on his mind, and you were determined to help him out. You go upstairs to tell him the food was here, but his door was locked and his music was turned up to the max.

You knocked loudly for a while, when suddenly the music stops, and you hear his feet shuffling. He opens the door a crack, his hair even messier than before, looking flushed and out of breath. "W-what is it noona?" He stammered. You smile at him, telling him his food had arrived and he was welcome to join you at the table. He gulped and nodded, saying he'd be down in a few before slamming the door shut. Again, you were confused. Did you do something wrong? You shake your head gently and go back downstairs, where your friend had already started eating her food, looking at you like a deer in headlights, and apologising around a mouthful of food. You just chuckle and start eating too.

Finally Eric arrives, padding softly to the table, dressed in an oversized sweatsuit and fuzzy unicorn slippers. You internally coo at how adorable he looks, and you can't help but reach out a hand to ruffle his locks. He beams at you as he thanks you for the food, and he digs right in. You naturally pull him into the conversation, and just like old times, all three of you are having a loud conversation, mainly the two siblings bickering and you laughing at their antics. You catch Eric's eyes and they're sparkling with joy and you're happy that he's comfortable around you again.

Evening rolls around and you get ready for a movie night with your best friend. You decide to watch the movie in her room, since she wants to try out her new projector. You change into a thin tank top, cute lacy panties and some loose pajama shorts. Your friend wolf whistles at your outfit, and you chuck a pillow at her, finally settling down to watch a new horror movie. You curl up under the blankets, shrieking and hugging each other during the jumpscares.

Eric hides away in his room after dinner, his head in his hands. He's slightly disappointed with himself, having dyed his hair your favorite shade of pink, and you hadn't said a word about it all day. Not to mention you nearly caught him jacking off before lunch. He splays out on his bed, hearing you yelp in fear from the next room, thinking about how he'd hold you close and protect you, even if he too was scared of the movie. He lets his imagination wander, thinking about how nice it would be to cuddle with you, to hold your warm hands, to rest his cheek against your hair.

Eric groans into a pillow. You never saw him as more than a kid, just your best friend's little brother, he thinks bitterly. He was glad that you bothered to include him in your activitties earlier that day, because he adored every moment spent with you. Your laugh, your smile, the way you'd pat his head affectionately. You were always so sweet to him, and he didn't want to risk this friendship. He'll take this secret to the grave, and he swears he'll try to behave as normally as possible tomorrow. For now, he decides to head downstairs for a glass of water, realising his throat was dry.

He tiptoes past his sister's room, and it's quiet, save for his sister's snoring. He's surprised that you two fell asleep so easily despite just finishing a horror movie. He shrugs and continues downstairs when he stops dead in his tracks. You were looking out the kitchen window, smoking a cigarette, your beautiful features illuminated by the soft moonlight. His throat runs even drier when he realises you're just in your lacy panties and a thin tanktop that left little to the imagination.

He gulps audibly and you turn to see him standing in the kitchen doorway, stock still. He's about to bolt back upstairs when you call his name, grabbing his wrist. He turns slowly back to you, keeping his eyes firmly on your bunny slippers. "Why are you still up, Eric?" Your soft voice snaps you out of his reverie. "J-just wanted to get some water, don't mind me," he chuckled weakly. You grow concerned, and watched him as he waddled to the fridge, downing some cold water hurriedly. He chokes on the liquid in his haste, and you rush to help him.

He stiffens as your rub your warm hands up and down his back soothingly. He bites his lips to suppress the moan bubbling in his throat, mentally willing his raging hard-on to go back down before you noticed it. "Mmmh, I'm fine, noona, t-thank you," he mumbles. You reach up to run your fingers through his hair, chastising him gently. "Be careful, Eric, that could have been dangerous," you murmured. Time seemed to stop as you both stood there in silence, your nails pleasantly caressing his scalp, and he leans into your touch. You hum as you played with his pink locks.

"I forgot to mention, you look gorgeous with this pink hair. Did you know it's my favorite shade of pink?" Eric blushes again, shaking his head, pretending he didn't know. He looks down at your lips, curved into a sweet smile just for him. "You're gorgeous, noona, can I kiss you please?" He breathes, not realising he said that out loud. His eyes widen in shock as he hears his voice betray his thoughts, slapping a hand over his mouth. You're dazed, late realization hitting you like a truck. His shyness, the locked door, messy hair, panting, and the awkward walking. Speaking of which, you glance down to see a tent in his sweatpants, and you gulp nervously.

Eric looks like he's about to cry and run away again, but you hold his hand, pulling it away from his mouth. You look into his eyes and cup his red cheeks. "Do you mean it? Do you want to kiss me?" you ask him gently. He nods slowly, shutting his eyes tight. You lean in and gently press your lips against his, eliciting a shaky moan from the boy as he nervously grips your waist. You kiss him deeply and slowly, licking into his mouth everytime he moaned. His tongue pressed against yours, and you keen at how the cold metal of his tongue piercing rubs against your lips.

You stood there, making out sweetly, when he picks you up and sits you on the counter, slotting himself between your legs. Finally you two pull apart and he rests his forehead against yours, breathing deeply. "That was..." you trail off, unsure of what to say. "-better than anything I ever dreamed of," Eric finishes, his hands fidgeting with the hem of your top. A smile creeps onto your face, and you decide to tease him. "Yeah? What else did you dream about me, baby?" Eric's breath stutters at the pet name, and he sinks down so your pussy was at his eye level, his warm hands rubbing your thighs.

You look down at him, panties getting wet with excitement. "Shall I show you noona?" He exhales, his index finger barely grazing the wet patch on your panties. His mind was running a thousand miles an hour, blood pounding in his ears. Was he about to ruin this friendship? He was about to back out and apologise but when you nodded yes, he dived right in. He kissed your folds through your panties and nudged your throbbing clit with his nose, causing you to moan. Your thighs start shaking from the anticipation and he pulls your panties off, mouth watering at the sight of your glistening pussy.

He leans back down and starts licking up your folds, sucking harshly on your clit. He laps hungrily at your pussy, sticking his tongue into your hole every now and then. You mewl at the feeling, grabbing his pink locks and he moans at the sweet taste of your juices and the way you pull his hair. His hot breath on your most sensitive parts sends shivers down your spine and you yelp when he reaches up to grab at your breasts as he continued to make out with your cunt. He thumbs your hard nipples as he fucks his tongue into you, spit and pussy juices running down his chin.

You push his face deeper into you and your other hand is clamped over your mouth, barely concealing your delightful whimpers and moans. Eric revels in your sounds, chest swelling with pride at how good he's making you feel. "I'm so close, baby," you mumble, and he shoves two fingers into you as he sucks and laps at your clit. He pumps his fingers into you as his other hand massages your tit, and you're going crazy with all the stimulation. A few more thrusts of his fingers is all it takes before you're clenching on his digits, thighs shaking as you ride your orgasm out, as Eric rubs and kisses your thighs.

You lean back onto the counter, panting harshly, as Eric slowly pulls his fingers out, staring at the glistening digits before putting them in his mouth. He sucks them clean, moaning at the taste of your cum, and leans over you to capture your lips, making you taste yourself. He nuzzles your neck and grinds his hard cock on your thigh through his sweats. You want to return the favor, but you don't have any condoms. "Can I... can I fuck your thighs please noona?" Eric bashfully asks, and you want to kiss him breathless again at how innocent he looks, asking permission for such a filthy thing.

You pull him close and he takes that as a yes, pulling down his sweats that had a wet patch on the front from all his leaking precum. You eye his impressive length, teasing him for not wearing any underwear. "It's as if you were planning this the whole time, huh, cutie?" He smiles at the new petname, but shakes his head no. He definitely hadn't planned on fucking you on the kitchen counter tonight, but the universe has its ways of making his wettest dreams come true, apparently. He gathers a mix of the slick from your throbbing pussy and the precum off his aching cock and slathers your inner thighs with it, before pressing them together.

He slots his cock between your smooth thighs and he groans at the feeling. He immediately starts thrusting his hips, his balls slamming into the back of your thighs. You know your legs are going to be bruised the next morning with how hard he's gripping your flesh, but you were starting to enjoy being manhandled and used by someone younger than you, who you never really considered more than a kid. Here he was, proving you wrong, and you loved every single moment of it. He watches as your tits bounce with every snap of his hips and he's starting to go cross-eyed with pleasure. You reach up to pull his hair again, knowing how much he likes it. Soon enough, he cums all over your torso, milky white fluid splattering across your heaving chest and tummy.

He rocks slowly to a stop and pulls out his softening dick from your thighs. You pull him in for another kiss, a gentle one this time, as you quietly thank him for showing you a good time. He helps clean you up in silence and you both head back upstairs, sharing one last kiss before going into seperate bedrooms before your friend wakes up and suspects anything. Eric falls asleep with his heart full and he can't wait to share more moments like that with you. Morning comes quickly and Eric joins you both for breakfast, and then spends most of the day with you again. He basks in the extra attention you shower him with, happy to make you laugh and sharing food and cuddles on the couch.

All too soon it's time for you to go home and Eric pulls you aside to speak privately. He plays with your fingers nervously as he stammers out an invitation to a picnic date the next weekend. You chuckle, pulling your hands out of his grasp and ruffle his hair the way he likes it. "I don't think so, baby. You're cute and all, and I had a lot of fun last night, but this-" you gesture between the two of you, "-can't be a thing. You're my best friend's little brother. I'm sorry cutie. But I'll see you next week, alright?" You kiss him on the cheek and pat it apologetically, before grabbing your things and heading off to your car.

Eric balls his hands into fists tightly, eyes shimmering with tears, a bitter taste left in his mouth as he watches you drive off. He can't breathe and it feels like he just got stabbed in the chest. He should have known it was too good to be true. And the worst part is: if you ever decide to ask him for another night like that, he wouldn't dare say no. He'd please you forever if you asked him to; never mind the bleeding hole in his heart. He'd do anything to bring you happiness, even if it meant sacrificing his own.

A/N: I wrote this off the top of my head and it's unedited, so please forgive me for any errors, I'll come back to edit soon or even change the title. Also please forgive me for hurting our sweet baby Youngjae 🙏🏽😭

#achlys: tbz imagines #eric smut #eric sohn smut #the boyz #the boyz smut #the boyz eric smut

[cherrycheridarling]

'someday maybe' | t.h.

tom holland x singer!reader

warnings: one swear? fluff and angst? kisses

summary: you're so close to finishing your second album when your manager pushes the deadline, your ex tom helps you write the final track.

{listen to someday by michael bublè and meghan trainor (if you want)}

wc: 2.1k

"Someday maybe when we're old and grey,"

"Yes, yes. I know. You are not being a very helpful manager right now, Noelle." you spoke to your phone as you paced around the living room, "Okay. I'll get working on it. Bye." you huffed and threw your phone against the couch.

Your album was due to be released in two months and you needed one more song to tie it all together. Your manager, Noelle, was pushing you to finish the song so she could start the promo of the album.

You were incredibly grateful for your career, but the pressure weighed down on you everyday. Never ending.

With a final groan you picked up your acoustic guitar and sat on the couch. Picking at the strings, trying to find a melody. You hit record on your voice memo app before strumming away.

"Someday maybe when we're old and grey, we can be in love once more. 'Till then I won't give my love away. Darling, I'm forever only yours." you sang softly.

You and Tom had a joyous relationship. A love that only ever existed in movies and fairytales. The type of love story that gets told for generations and onwards. But alas, all good things must come to an end.

Your breakup was calm, serene and clean. A mutual agreement as if your whole relationship had been a business deal. There were no loose ends or jealous passive aggressive remarks made. Just maturity and respect for one another.

Your pinky still held the promise ring he gave you. A token of appreciation. A reassurance that he'd always be there for you. And he lived up to his word.

Tom walked in and sat across from you, startling you, "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you. Whatcha writing?"

"Need a final song for the album. Sorry for showing up unannounced. I just get better inspiration here, with all the memories, you know?" you timidly looked back down at the guitar.

Tom nodded, "No need to apologize. We gave you a spare key for a reason."

You couldn't stop yourself from spilling the words from your lips, "That was when we were together."

You could hear the awkward silence start to fill the room before he spoke again, "Still our best friend, Y/L/N."

The pain that crossed your features was instant. Being addressed by your last name felt like a stab to the gut. Especially by Tom.

You nodded before playing again, "Can I help you write it?" Tom asked as he sat next to you.

"Dancer, gymnast, actor and now songwriter. How many hidden talents have you got, Holland?" you teased making him laugh.

He shrugged with a smile, "It's kind of like writing a poem, right?"

You pondered on his analogy before slowly nodding, "Yeah, it kind of is. Give it a go."

You began playing the melody and he listened intently for a few moments before singing, "I love seeing you happy. I miss seeing that smile. It's been such a long time. A– Nope. Nope. Nuh-uh. I can't do it." he shook his head aggressively with a loud laugh as you stopped playing.

"No!" you quickly protested, "That was amazing! Don't leave me hanging, c'mon." you nudged him with your shoulder before strumming again.

"Alright, alright." he ran his hands down his face, "And although I don't have you, I know now that I need to?" he paused and gave you a skeptical look before you nodded again, "Somehow make you mine. Mmm."

"Oh, okay. He's giving ad-libs and all. Get it." you nodded as he laughed.

You were so engrossed on Tom actually writing a song with you that you didn't focus on the lyrics he was singing.

"And I won't lie, it's hard seeing you with him 'cause I know he can't hold you like I can." his mood seemed to drop by a thousand as the words left his lips.

"When can we meet this boyfriend of yours?" Harrison flicked your forehead from across the booth.

You, Harrison, Tom and Tuwaine were all sat in the local pub. Pints of beer in front of each of you as loud music and chatting filled your ears.

You shrugged, "He's picking me up, so possibly tonight."

Tuwaine's eyes lit up, "Fina-fucking-lly. I swear you've kept him hidden for years."

"We've only been together for three months, T." you laughed lightly with the group of boys.

And they met him. It wasn't the smoothest of introductions, but an introduction nonetheless.

"Boys, this is Kai. Kai this is Tom, Harrison and Tuwaine." you gestured to the parties as they all shook hands and gave polite greetings.

"So," Harrison started, "What do you do for a living, Kai?"

Kai cleared his throat, "I'm a Senior Resident at Kingston Hospital. Working towards being Head of Pediatrics."

Tuwaine and Harrison both nodded, impressed by his profession. Tom's face remained expressionless as he stared at Kai with cold eyes.

"Do you have any siblings, Kai? Any psycho ex-girlfriends? Any wacky cousins?" Tuwaine joked making everyone laugh. "'Cause Y/N has a lot of wacky cousins."

"We could be in love once more,"

"Hey!" you gasped with a laugh.

Kai pulled you closer to him as he laughed, "No, no wacky cousins or psycho exes, but I do have an older sister and a younger brother."

This game of ask and answer continued on for a few more minutes. Tom didn't say a word, just sipped his beer and burned holes into Kai with his eyes. If looks could kill, Kai would be six feet under.

Kai was a sweetheart, but you two ended ages ago. His work got too much for him and your job had you touring and travelling every second.

You picked up after him with the chorus before diving into your own verse, "I remember that love song. I sang every word wrong, but you didn't mind, no, no."

"I love the things you do. It's how you do the things you love. Well it's not a love song, not a love song. I love the way you get me, but correct me if I'm wrong. This is not a love song, not a love song!" Tom belted the 'Austin & Ally' song from the top of his lungs.

"Your turn!" he pointed the pretend mic in your direction.

You laughed, not knowing any of the lyrics, but still wanting to participate, "I love that you not a licket! And you own a watch and chicken! We got a car!" you sang with full confidence, making Tom burst with laughter.

"Yes! Sing it, darling!" he cheered you on, "Absolutely butchering the lyrics, but sing it!"

"Being stuck inside a car. If it's not a doe, don't kiss it! I can't hear a missing, when there's a shoe inside the ceiling! If you really need to fart, you can lunch on a pig farm! Love song! Love song!" you couldn't even hear the song in the background, your voice overpowering it.

Tom was hunched over from laughing before he came back up and planted a soft kiss on your lips, "You are one hundred percent ridiculous and I love it."

You brought yourself back to reality and sang again, "And I'll admit that I miss you, but only if you do. 'Cause you know that I'm shy. And I can't lie, it's hard seeing you with her. 'Cause I know she can't love you like I can."

Tom's eyes met yours as the words fell from your gentle lips. His mouth was slightly agape as you continued to strum.

"You are absolute rubbish. Imagine coming in eighth. Embarassing." you laughed as you crushed Harrison in a game of Mario Kart.

He shoved you with his shoulder, "You're such a try ha—"

"—It's always the same, Tom! How can I trust you? You follow gorgeous models on Instagram and expect me to trust you?" Nadia's voice cut Harrison's words off.

You looked at him with wide eyes, his expression matching yours.

"Those women that I follow have been my friends for ages. Who I follow on a stupid app shouldn't effect how much you trust me."

You paused the game, cutting off the theme song, "How long have they been fighting like this?"

Harrison sighed, a long groan following, "A few weeks. I think it started when she saw that he liked your Instagram picture?"

You stammered, "M-my post? She got mad about my post?"

Harrison nodded before opening his mouth to speak, but Nadia cut him off again, "And she practically lives here! How do you think it makes me feel seeing my boyfriend play house with a superstar?!"

"Aw, a superstar? I'm flattered." you joked making Harrison stifle a laugh.

"I've been friends with Y/N since we were in nappies!"

"I can't be with you if you're going to be friends with her."

Your laughter abruptly died at her words. Harrison stiffened beside you.

"Y-you can't be serious. You can't make me choose between you and her."

"Why? Because you're gonna choose her?" you could hear her voice crack.

"I-" Tom couldn't make out a sentence for a few moments, "Yeah. I'm gonna choose her."

Your heart fell from it's place, stopping at your feet. Harrison brought a hand to his mouth, "H-he chose you. He chose you!" he whisper shouted before you shushed him.

"Of course. I don't know why I expected anything different. I think I'll be going now." Nadia's footsteps approached the living room.

You and Harrison scrambled to look as if you weren't eavesdropping on their argument/breakup.

Tom followed close behind her, "I'm sorry. I really am."

She nodded, hand on the doorknob, "I know. Goodbye." she stepped out of the house, slamming the front door shut in the process.

Tom let out a breath of relief before turning to you and Harrison who were staring at the Mario Kart home screen with the infamous tune playing.

"You guys are terrible actors."

"'Till then I won't give my love away,"

"I'm forever only yours." the both of you finished the song in unison.

There was a moment of silence before you reached over and ended the voice recording.

"T-that was really good. You can change what I wrote, I know it isn't as good as anything you would've written, but I tried. And it was actually pretty fun and I never knew how difficult songwriting was un—"

"—Kiss me." you cut Tom's rambling off.

His eyes grew wide, "W-wha—"

"—Kiss me, Holland."

He swallowed, a small smile stretching on his lips, "Thank God."

And with that, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. Interlocking like missing puzzle pieces. Moving in sync like waves in the ocean. Soft and sweet, but filled with passion. You could feel his smile against your lips causing you to grin.

His hand came up to pull your face closer into his. Caressing your jaw, fingertips playing with the hairs on the back of your neck. His other hand holding your hip in a tight grip. Pressing the pads of his digits into your flesh, scared that you might slip through his fingers again.

One of your hands was pressed flat against his chest. Steadying yourself, the heat of the kiss threatening to throw you off of your axis. Your other hand tangled itself into Tom's curls. Pulling and tugging lightly causing small groans to fall from Tom's lips. Your fingernails scratching his scalp. Pulling him impossibly closer to you.

"I want my ten pounds." Harrison's voice snapped you and Tom out of your make out session.

Him and Tuwaine stood in the doorway, shit eating grins on their faces.

Tuwaine laughed before placing a ten pound note in Harrison's palm, "You guys couldn't have waited until next month to get back together?"

"You two were betting on us?" Tom laughed at his mates who nodded.

You shook your head with a smile, "Absolute idiots, all of you."

Harrison let out a happy sigh and pocketed the money, "Today was a good day. Had a sick ass shoot. Got ten pounds. And my best friends are finally together again." he waltzed into the kitchen with Tuwaine, leaving you and Tom alone again.

Tom's shy expression met your gleeful one before he spoke, "Someday came a lot sooner than expected, huh?" he chuckled.

You nodded with a laugh, "It certainly did and I am not complaining."

He sent you a wide grin before cupping your face and connecting your lips to his again.

"Darling, I'm forever only yours."

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