#(and how when he did it was after he got hurt once again)

[f1goat]

not a chance + lando norris (one shot)

In which Lando thinks he's going to win a race, to which you tell him the chances of you two fucking are as low as him winning a race - so what happens when he wins?

lando norris x fem!sainz reader tw: smut + not proof read (as usual)

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“I think this is going to be my day,” Lando tells your brother, Carlos, with a confident tone in his voice. “Maybe I’ll actually win today.”

You can’t help yourself and let out a soft laugh. “As if,” you mutter softly. You don’t expect anyone to pay attention to you, let alone hear your comment, but while looking at Lando you’re quick to realize that he did hear you. He is sending you an annoyed glare, while Carlos tries to tell you without words that you should shut up. Bit too late for that now. 

“Don’t believe me babygirl?” Lando asks you. The earlier confidence in his voice has disappeared and made place for a sarcastic tone, one Lando only uses with you. “Nope,” you say, making sure that you’re popping the p. 

“I’m not doing this again,” Carlos sighs while looking at his little sister and one of his best friends. Lando and you both know what he’s talking about, but neither of you is backing away. Lando is even getting closer towards you. “I’ll see you later,” Carlos continues, “hopefully after the two of you finally fixed the fucking sexual tension between you two.” 

It’s not a secret that Lando and you don’t like each other. You don’t know how it happened, where you were once almost as close with him as Carlos, things changed between you two. Friendly conversations changed into sarcastic, mean remarks meant to hurt to other one. Meeting up when Carlos couldn’t join changed into only seeing each other when Carlos dragged the both of you in the same place. Always texting with each other, sending memes towards each other eventually changed into ignoring each other on every social platform. 

Whatever happened to cause the change between Lando and you, has never been clear to you. Sometimes you blame yourself for taking a bit more distance when Lando got his first girlfriend, but eventually it was Lando who really changed his attitude towards you. Sometimes you miss how it was before, or better said every time you see Lando you miss how it was before. Even if you were fighting your feelings for him, it was better then acting like you hate him. Of course you don’t hate Lando, how could you - especially after crushing on him for the longest time. 

Your phone vibrates in your hand, you look at the text that’s coming in. It’s from Carlos. When you’re done toying with Lando, I’m at Ferrari. Saved you a seat. You should go to him now, that would be the smart thing to do. But Lando is still standing closely in front of you. Carlos believes that something else is going on between Lando and you, something that’s according to him caused by romantic feelings, but according to you that’s bullshit. Your crush on Lando doesn’t exist anymore, right? 

“Funny to see the girl who believed in you the most turn into one of your biggest haters,” Lando mutters annoyed. He truly feels betrayed by the way you’re talking about him and the upcoming race. He means his earlier words. Sometimes he wonders how things would be between you two if he did some things different. A lot changed when he was dating his ex girlfriend, changes he can’t undo but he wants to fix them. If you’ll let him.

“Not a hater,” you reply, “just a realist.” 

“Just watch me babygirl,” Lando says, “I’ll show you.”

“No thanks.”

“And after the podium I’ll find you and show you what else I can do,” Lando continues. He almost sounds dangerous. It causes you to feel flustered. What is he talking about? 

“The chances of you’re winning the race are as low as the chances of us going to fuck,” you tell him as if it’s a fact, while in reality you’re not so sure about yourself. 

“Seems like a good celebration, I’ll find you after the race,” Lando says, he has found his confidence back. 

“You’re crazy,” you sigh, “I’m not listening to this any longer.”

“See you after the race babygirl,” Lando says when you walk away from him.

“You won’t.” 

+++

Fuck. Did this actually happen? You don’t know whether to laugh or to cry when you’re looking at Lando who’s screaming from happiness while getting out of his car. How did he actually win todays race? What does this mean? What is going to happen now? Is Lando expecting that you’ll have sex with him now? Fuck. 

You see the way your brother is hugging with Lando, how happy he is for his friend. It makes you think about how you felt before. Every time Lando stood on the podium you’d beam with pride, you love(d) seeing him on the podium. It was you who always told Lando that he would be standing on the top step soon and that you’d be there to celebrate with him. How things changed. 

While looking at Lando who’s still celebrating with his team, you think back about the day things really went wrong between Lando and you. It has been months before it all crashed down, months filled up with weird tension and uncomfortable moments. Which all started when Lando got a girlfriend. You can’t blame him for that, you still don’t, but you just didn’t like her. Maybe it was because of your crush on Lando, maybe it was because his girlfriend sensed something and made sure that Lando and you couldn’t spend any time together anymore. 

“You don’t get it Lando,” you tell him, “I never get to see you anymore, you’re always busy and don’t make time for me anymore. What changed? Are you bored of me? Am I not fun enough to be your friend anymore?” 

“No, that’s not it,” Lando quickly says, “I just don’t have the time anymore.”

“You seem to have time for everyone expect for me,” you bitterly state, “I’m not stupid, I see how you’re traveling all around the world to meet up with every friend you have.”

“It’s different,” Lando defends himself. 

“Just tell me what I did wrong,” you sigh, “since you’re in a relationship everything changed between us.” 

Lando knew at that moment that he should tell you the truth. How he only agreed to his relationship so he could forget about his feelings for you, but he doesn’t dare to say so. And now he’s in a relationship with a weird influencer who seems to hate you and who doesn’t ‘allow’ him to see you anymore. He really should break up with her, but what will happen then?

“It’s just that she doesn’t like you,” Lando eventually tells you, “and as her boyfriend I need to chose her side, I guess?”

“So that’s it? Your girlfriend, from two months, doesn’t like me so you just decided to stop spending time with me, your friend from multiple years?” You ask confused. This time you don’t wait for Lando to continue. “That’s just, fuck, I don’t know what to say to that. Good to know my worth,” you continue sadly. 

After his confession which still wasn’t the whole story, Lando didn’t know what to say anymore. He watched how you left, but didn’t follow you to make things right. Maybe it’s for the better for now. There’s nothing he can do for now. He has a girlfriend, he needs to forget about his feelings for you and move on. 

Two hours later he broke up with his girlfriend, but then he was already blocked by you. 

After Lando celebrated with his team, almost all the other drivers and everyone else who congratulated him, you’re waiting for him to get on the podium. You feel weird while watching Lando on the podium. There’s a part of you who’s incredibly proud of him, a part that wants nothing more then to run over to Lando and hug him and tell him how proud you are of him. The other side of you is only thinking about what will happen next. 

When Lando is standing on the podium, you can’t stop thinking about how hot he looks. When Carlos finds his place next to you and watches Lando with you, he notices the way you keep looking at his best friend. “I really wouldn’t be mad if there would happen something between Lando and you,” Carlos tells you for the millionth time. “You’re crazy,” you reply annoyed. 

What Carlos and you both don’t notice is the way Lando is looking for you from the podium. When you look up again, you lock eyes with Lando. He sends you a wink. Fuck. 

After the podium you walk away together with Carlos, you want nothing more then get back to the hotel and sleep. This day was confusing and long, you can’t wait for it to end. Lando notices you walking away, without thinking about it he walks away from the press and starts to get towards you. He hurries and almost runs towards you. When he finally reaches you, he grabs your arm. 

“What the fuck,” you mutter when you feel someone grabbing your arm. Surprised you stop walking and look behind you. You don’t even know if you are surprised or not when you notice that it’s Lando. 

“You’re coming with me,” Lando tells you with a stern voice. Carlos looks confused at the two of you. You can only sigh. What are you going to say to this? You really don’t know. Slowly you nod at Lando, confusing your brother only more. Lando is quick to say a goodbye to Carlos and starts to walk off with you. 

+++

Lando dropped you in his drivers room. He still has media duties, but he wanted to make sure that you didn’t leave in the mean time. While giving interviews and talking with everyone, his mind is focused on you. He can only hope that you’re still waiting for him. 

In the mean time you keep thinking about what to do. You’re stressed out because of everything that’s happening. What will happen when Lando comes back from his interviews? Are the two of you going to talk things out and finally make it right? Or are you going to fight? Or is Lando actually for real and does he wants to fuck you? 

Eventually the stress makes you crazy. You decide to call your brother. Who knows for how long Lando is busy, you really need to talk with someone about this and who’s better then one of Lando his best friends? You know that your brother knows about your earlier feelings for Lando, so you can only hope that he will help you now. What if your feelings return? Or better said, what if you finally realize that they have never left?

“Carlos you really need to help me,” you start to speak when Carlos picks up.

“No, no, you need to tell me what’s going on between Lando and you! He left an interview to pick you up and now he’s doing interviews again? Where are you?” Carlos reacts.

“I’m in his drivers room,” you confess, “but I don’t know what will happen between us.” After that you explain to your brother what happened earlier today when he left Lando and you alone. Carlos chuckles when you tell him about Lando his bold replies. 

“What do you want to happen?” Carlos asks you eventually.

“I don’t know,” you say honestly. 

“You do know,” Carlos replies, “you’re just not honest to yourself. But we both know that you’re still in love with Lando.”

Before you can react to those words, Lando is entering his drivers room. You can only pray that he didn’t hear anything from what Carlos just said. “Lando’s here,” you tell Carlos on the phone, “I’ll talk to you later.” Before hanging up you hear Carlos say something childish in the lines of ‘doing it safe’. As if Lando wants something like that to happen you think annoyed.

“What am I doing here Lando?” You ask. 

“I’m getting my reward,” Lando tells you with a small smirk on his face. 

“Your reward?” You ask confused. 

“The chances of you winning the race are as low as the chances of us having sex,” Lando speaks up, “Remember those words babygirl?” 

“What do you want Lando?” You ask him. 

“You.”

Lando his answer makes you shiver. His following movements make it only worse. Without giving it a second thought, Lando pulls you into himself. His finger is under your chin, softly lifting it up for himself. He looks you into your eyes, searching for some sort of approval before he continues with his movements. When you show him a quick nod, he’s sure about it. Lando presses his lips against yours. 

Fuck, you can’t remember the last time a kiss felt so good. Now that you think of it, a kiss probably never felt this good before. It feels like everything is finally falling into it’s place. Lando pulls you as close into himself as he can manage. Your lips don’t leave his. When you feel Lando his hands on your body, a soft moan leaves your lips. Lando feels it vibrate against his own. Slowly he pulls back from you. 

“Lan,” you softly whimper when he doesn’t stop looking at you. 

“What is it babygirl?” He asks you. It’s the first time in a year that the nickname feels sweet instead of sarcastic. 

“Do something please,” you beg. 

Lando is quick to respond to your pleas. His hands find your body. Slowly he explores your curves while he presses some soft kisses on your neck, shoulders and face in the mean time. When Lando his hands are getting lower, you’re quick to lift up your skirt for him. Lando smirks when he notices it. 

“What do you want me to do?” Lando asks you. 

“If you can win,” you softly say, “then you also can fuck me I guess.”

This time Lando doesn’t hide his excitement anymore. He shows you an enthusiastic grin and moves away from you. Before you can complain, he’s already sitting in front of you. He takes off your skirt and starts to trace figures onto your still clothed cunt. He feels how your string is already damp. 

“You guess?” Lando asks you. 

“Don’t tease,” you tell him, “just fuck me already.”

Lando removes your string from your body. He moves his head closely to your cunt and presses a soft kiss against your clit. He’s in conflict with himself, he wants to take his time with you and show you exactly what he has to offer but he also just wants to fuck you right now until the both of you are lost for words. 

“Lan,” you whimper.

“Can’t I take my time with you babygirl?” Lando asks you teasingly. In the mean time he pulls down his race suit and boxers. 

“Next time,” you reply.

It makes Lando’s heart miss a beat. You’re thinking about a next time? His smile gets bigger again. He pulls you closer to him and aligns his dick with your entrance. You grab his hair in the mean time and try to get Lando closer towards yourself so you can kiss him again. When Lando lets his dick enter your body, it causes you to let out a loud moan. 

“Fuck,” Lando groans, “waited fucking four years to feel this.”

You barely hear him. Lando his words surprise you. Four years ago the two of you just met. At that time Carlos just got Lando as his new teammate. What does Lando mean with this. Before you can make things more clear for yourself, Lando continues to speak.

“Always wanted to fuck you,” Lando grunts, “Always thought about fucking you.”

Does this mean what you think it means? 

“What about..” You start to ask. “Don’t say her name,” Lando is quick to interrupt you. How does he already know that you’re talking about his ex? “Only got with her so I could forget you,” he confesses. 

“Fuck,” you moan, you don’t know but after Lando his sudden confession the sex feels even ten times better then before. “Always wanted you to fuck me as well,” you confess. 

That makes Lando slow down. 

“Waited four years for you,” you continue to confess.

This time Lando stops moving inside of you. 

“Are you serious babygirl?” Lando asks confused. 

“Yes,” you softly tell Lando, “I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time.”

Lando grins, “That’s good,” he says, “Really good.” He picks up his earlier pace and continues to fuck you. When the both of you reached your high, Lando carefully pulls back. He pulls you onto himself. Holding you as close towards himself as he can. 

“Four years right?” You ask Lando. 

“Four years,” he replies with a nod. 

The both of you let out a soft laugh. Suddenly nobody cares about what happened between you two in the last year. Sure, you will talk about it some time. But not now. Lando presses a kiss against your cheek. 

“Did you really think I couldn’t get a win today?” Lando suddenly asks you. 

“Lan,” you softly say, “I always believed you could get a win everywhere.” 

“That’s a girlfriend thing to say,” Lando jokes, “Are you my girlfriend now?”

“Do you want me to be?” 

“There’s nothing more I want to,” Lando confesses.

“Then I guess I’m your girlfriend,” you laugh. Lando kisses you again. 

“Let’s grab dinner with your brother,” Lando suggests, “and after that I want you in my hotel room so I can take my time with you.” 

“Deal.”

y/n: want to get dinner with me and my boyfriend?

y/n: he’s a race winner ;)

carlos: finally

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[rikigai]

make up — nishimura riki

pairing: boyfriend!riki x afab!reader

genre(s): angst, suggestive

content/warnings: cursing, fights, toxicity, misogyny (riki calls reader a bitch), making out, hickeys, reader is on riki’s lap at one point

word count: 1.3k

author's note: this has been rotting in my drafts unfinished but i finally got the motivation to finish it so here u go hshshsh. pleasee tell me if i’ve missed any warnings. hope u guys like it (not proofread as always)

you sunk into the mattress that was positioned right be the window, wiping your tears off your face w the cotton sleeves that covered your hands. you had finally stopped crying after getting into a heated argument with your boyfriend, riki. 

he walked out of the door not too long ago as you found yourself alone in his room. you huddle up into a ball, hugging your legs as you fell onto the bed sideways. you think of the words that had come out of riki’s mouth. you think of the things you’ve done to deserve all these bullets being shot at you, and by that, you meant the words that riki’s mouth had let go. 

were you not enough? did you not deserve his love? did you not deserve him at all?

every time you’d come around lately, things would just end in a mess. you two fight so frequently, people would think you had eventually gotten used to it, but no. every fight still hurt as much as the last one and the one before that, as well as the one before the one before that. sometimes you wonder if things would work out in the end because somehow it felt as if you two would just make up for the reason of getting it over with. nothing would change after the fight, which was clearly the problem. riki would act the same way, you too. 

you lay there, staying still on the bed, hearing the clock tick and how loud the silence had gotten ever since riki had left the room. you get up on your feet and walk towards the door. ‘i think it’s best if i just left. everything is pointless’ you thought to yourself, turning the door knob over and opening the door. 

the lights in the living room were dimmed down, with only the tv on. riki sat on the couch with his eyes buried into the palms of his hand, elbows rested onto his knees. his head turned to the direction of the doorframe which revealed your silhouette, slowly making it’s way to the main door, past the kitchen. he quickly stood up and turned to the area you were headed, seeing that you were leaving. 

“where the fuck do you think you’re going?” riki said with a disgruntled, low voice. you stopped walking but didn’t answer. you could feel the tears forming in your eyes that painfully stung. you continued to walk, ignoring the fact that your ‘boyfriend’ wasn’t pleased to see you leaving, or the fact that he had asked you a question. 

riki asked again. “where the FUCK do you think you’re GOING?” you blinked, making the tears stream down your face. you turned towards him, seeing his tall frame standing there. “i’m talking to you, bitch. answer m-“ he said, looking into your direction. you cut him off, finally bursting out w frustration “CAN’T YOU SEE?? I’M FUCKING LEAVING.” “YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT? CAN YOU?” riki snapped back at you, approaching you slowly. “I THOUGHT YOU DIDN’T WANT ME HERE? DID YOU JUST INVITE ME TO ARGUE? C’MON THIS BULLSHIT YOU PULL HAPPENS EVERY TIME I COME OVE-“ you said in anger. “ME? SO I COME UP WITH WHATEVER MESS THIS IS? THIS SHIT ONLY HAPPENS WHEN YOU’RE AROUND.” he responded, now standing right in front of you. you looked up at him to see the tears that had flooded his eyes, and he saw how much you were crying too. “listen, riki. i don’t think i can do this anymore” you say with a shaky voice as you wiped your face with the sleeves drenched in tears once again. 

“i don’t think i’m the girl you’re looking for. unless the girl you’re looking for is someone you’d want to fight with every single fucking time. this isn’t gonna work out.” you added, looking straight at his eyes. he couldn’t do anything but to stare right back at you. what has he done? what kind of thoughts and words had slipped out of his mind for it to have turned out like this?

“and whatever *this* is, is something i don’t want, okay.” you said, breaking the painful truth to riki. “wh-what do you mean?” he asked as his eyes grew with the feeling of confusion, fear, and worry rushing through his veins. “come over, fight, make up, that’s everyday. i don’t need to say anything more, basically sums it up for you.” you reply, slowly backing up as you plan on walking out any second now. 

the two of you stand there in silence when you decide to finally exit. you turn and start walking towards the main door when you feel a tug coming from behind, stopping you from walking any further. “no. please. you can’t leave. it’s just-“ riki says softly. “it’s just what? is it just that i’m not enough for you? is it just that i’m not someone worth your while? spit it out, nishimura. tell me.” you say, facing him again. “no, YOU tell ME. what is it you want? because somehow-“ he says before you butt in. “i want somebody who doesn’t fucking argue with everything i say, firstly?? and somebody who LOVES me. yea. keyword is love, if that was hard for you to understand” you reply, ending in a sarcastic tone. “then i can be that body, y/n” he says, drawing his face and body closer to yours, placing his hand on your waist.

"if you want love, we gon' make it" he says before pulling you in. your lips meet with his as riki caresses your cheek. the kiss had grew heated. you could feel his anger, disheartenment, and worry through the kiss he had started. your hands found its way onto his broad shoulders as the two of you back up into the living room, not breaking the kiss. riki collapses onto the sofa with you on top of him. you quickly take your thick sweater off, revealing the tiny tank top you had sitting underneath. the feeling of riki’s arms on your bare skin sent shivers down your spine. you two were obviously mad about what had happened earlier, but you both also couldn’t resist each other’s touch.

riki let go off the kiss and started to leave kisses on you everywhere.

“i’m” a peck on the cheek

“so” a kiss on the neck

“sorry, y/n” he says before sucking onto the sensitive skin right above your collarbone. his lips pulled away from you. his eyes lingered upon the mark he had left on you.

the resentment in the atmosphere remained there as you responded “i fucking hate you, ri-“ before he cut you off, smashing his lips back onto yours. you craved the feeling of his skin, his lips, his hands all over you. grabbing one of his hands that rested on his stomach as he kissed you, you grab it, setting it on your hips. riki gripped onto your hips, moving you further up his lap. he breaks the kiss to look into your eyes as he said “if you fucking hate me, then how could you want me this bad? huh?” staring you up and down, seeing how much of a mess you were for him. you let out a whine as you had gotten impatient. “p-please, riki” you say, planting hickeys along his jaw and down along his neck with your hands resting on his toned. it drove him insane. you sucked on his soft skin with the thoughts of the fight earlier swirling around in your head. groans escaped his lips as his grip on you tightened.

“holy shit, y/n. we’re supposed to be talking this out-“

“fuck it. we can kiss it out instead.”

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[sharp-edges]

I’m sorry but the whole Connor Bedard having an allergic reaction because his trainer wouldn’t let him have fast food reminds me of when sdpn said that Bedard’s mom said he’s never had fast food before and like she said she knew eventually and it IS good for him to not have fast food, but it makes me think of diet culture and eating disorders. Like the no fast food thing still leaves a variety of food, and I’m sure he’s had pizza before; it’s really the fact that he couldn’t even have pizza ONE time with his team because his trainer wanted him to ‘eat healthy’ for the game (guess what due pizza is healthier than having an allergic reaction). Even if he had been on a crazy strict diet and got sick because his body wasn’t used to what’s in pizza, it’d still be healthier than an allergic reaction (and again, clearly he doesn’t care about Connor’s health just what he can do for the trainer’s image because he let him play the game and did care at all about how bad Connor was feeling.)

Like the obsession with food to the point you can’t eat xyz even once is eating disorder behavior, and I think the fact that players have to eat more than non/athletes and are expected/desire to get bigger is one of the reasons why eating disorders aren’t as common, but imagine how this messes with their heads. Like people who are like “oh my trainer is going to be mad at me for eating xyz one time don’t tell them” is like K-pop idols with management that pushed eating disorders to keep idols’ bodies marketable territory. NHL players are adults and now one should care about their diet to the point that they get mad at them for having one meal that goes against their nutrition plan. They are adults who make their own decisions and nutrition plans should a guideline to help players get what they need not a list of DO NOT EAT THIS foods or specific foods they have to eat.

(Also I think the nhl’s concept of ‘team’ is a little too close to the corporate ‘family’ which is always used to dehumanize employees and get them to give up their free time/health/family/identity for the benefit of the corporations bottom line that is never payed back to the employees. Like yes there’s the team as in the players, but there’s also that concept of team that is the pressure to get players to hurt themselves to win and shut up if they experience discrimination and also to shut up if they disagree with the nhl’s safety protocols that aren’t even follow a lot of the time.)

you said everything wonderfully, the ONLY thing i have to add, is this HEARTBREAKING quote.

"people close to him aren't sure he's ever had a cookie"

in fact that article is chock full of the MOST concerning quotes about a hockey player i have ever fucking read, "highlights include" connor stays long after practice and replies "im working" when people try and get him off the ice, when they think he's over working himself they hide his sticks because he's too superstitious to use someone else's (they have done this... multiple times), he tried to convince the coaching staff to let him play though his broken jaw because chara did so during the finals in 2019, he drank as much food and supplements as he could so he wouldn't lose weight while his jaw was still wired shut.

and yes 10000000000 fucking %, the leagues "we're a family" is NASTY, no!!! NO YOU AREN'T!!!!!! stop trying to be "a family" and start trying to be a GOOD EMPLOYER!!!!!!!

#okay maybe i added a bit more then just the quote #asks #connor bedard

[munsonsmixtapes]

Take it Off

Older!Eddie x fem!reader

Summary: Eddie takes you on a date and can’t stop thinking about how beautiful you look in your dress, and most importantly, what you’d look like out of it.

This is a continuation of my older!Eddie request!

word count: 4.4k

cw: reader is 25 and Eddie is 40, MDNI 18+ smut (p in v) , hurt/comfort if you squint

You stared at your reflection in your full length, mirror, second guessing your outfit for the thousandth time that night. The dress had fit you like a glove and hugged you in all the right places, but you were still unsure if it was the right choice. There was a lot of riding on your date with Eddie and you weren’t sure he would like what you were wearing.

You had bought the thing after you had gotten off of work and even though the saleswoman had insisted that it had looked amazing on you, you were still unsure. It was a pretty shade of blue that complimented your skin tone perfectly and it stopped at your ankles, just short enough that you wouldn’t trip on it.

You were about to change once again when there was a knock on your door. Your heart hammered in your chest as you reached for your purse and shoes. Eddie hadn’t told you were you were going and just asked you to dress nice, which made you nervous.

You practically ran to the door and opened it, Eddie on the other side, looking like a dream in his maroon button up shirt that was only buttoned up halfway, giving you a great view of his tattoos. The shirt was covered by a black blazer that was paired with black slacks and pair of dress shoes.

His mouth practically dropped open at the sight of you, his eyes slowly raking down your body. He thought you looked perfect, the dress hugging every curve of your body.

“Hi,” he smiled and you mimicked it. “You look fucking amazing.”

“Hi, and thank you. So do you.” you replied and he held out his hand to you. His fingers were naked, his rings that usually adorned them, missing. You stared at them, taking in how slender they were, wondering how they would feel intertwined with yours, wondering how they would feel shoved up your-

“Ready?” He offered you his hand and you looked down at your feet, realizing that they were still bare.

“Hold on,” you told him, placing your hand on his shoulder so you could put on your shoes and he rested his hand on the small of your back to make sure you were steady. Once they were on, you took Eddie’s hand and the two of you walked to the elevator.

His hand was warm and rough and you wished you could have held it forever, hoping that if you played your cards right, he’d let you. He gave yours a squeeze as he turned to you with a bright smile which you returned.

You couldn’t believe it. After months of crushing on Eddie, you were actually going out with him. And he had been the one who had asked despite your want to do it. And thank god for that since you knew you wouldn’t have been able to get the words out without sounding like an idiot.

The two of you got to the elevator and Eddie pressed the button that led down to the lobby before pulling you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“What was that for?” You asked as he just looked down at you with his Bambi eyes. They were so pretty and warm and looked at you with so much affection that it warmed your heart.

“Does there have to be a reason?” There really didn’t, but you were going to ask for one anyway.

“No,” you shook your head.

“I just like to kiss you, how about that?” You liked the sound of that, pulling Eddie even closer to you, moving your arms underneath his blazer.

“Then please continue.” You smiled up at him and he couldn’t help but do whatever you said.

“Happy to.” He pressed his lips to yours once again as the elevator doors opened. Eddie backed you inside, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he did so. The kiss was sweet and gentle despite all the ones you had shared the night before.

“Where are you taking me?” You asked against his lips.

“Why don’t you wait and see?” He pulled back to look at you, his hand moving up to your cheek.

“Why don’t you just tell me?” Eddie was starting to like seeing that side of you. He liked the idea of making you beg.

“You’re impatient.” he pressed his lips to your neck, peppering it with kisses.

“You’re going to have to get used to that.” He supposed he would, and he could. He really could.

His mouth sucked on your neck and just as you made a noise at the sensation, the elevator doors opened at the lobby. Eddie was quick to remove his lips from your neck and took you by the hand again, leading you to the front door.

Once there, he opened the door and let you step out first, resting his hand on the small of your back as he took you to his car, wanting to keep you safe in the dark of the night. And maybe he just wanted an excuse to touch you.

As soon as you got to Eddie’s car, he was quick to open the passenger door for you, gesturing to the seat.

“Oh, thank you,” you said and slowly got into the seat before Eddie closed the door. He rounded the front of the car and joined you inside, sitting in the driver’s seat.

You looked around the vehicle as Eddie started it up, noticing just how nice it was, loving the color of the cherry red interior. You didn’t know what Eddie did for a living, but you were sure that it payed a lot.

That caused you to wonder why he was living in your apartment building when he could have easily lived somewhere nicer. You were grateful, though, that he had been your next door neighbor. Convinced that it had been fate that the two of you were there together that night.

You didn’t care if it seemed silly to believe in that sort of thing, but you were hoping that maybe, possibly that Eddie was the exact right person for you. He was sweet and caring and even though you hadn’t spent that much time with him, you knew that he cared about you. Why else would he have carried that heavy chair up for you?

Eddie’s car rolled up to the restaurant and your eyes widened at the very fancy building before you. You could see the nice tables with the white table clothes and candles through the window. Couples were drinking glasses of wine and chatting happily over their overpriced food and you were mesmerized by a world that you had never entered. Maybe dating an older man had its perks.

The car door was opened for you, but the person opening it wasn’t Eddie. It was a man in a vest and he held out his hand with a smile. You gratefully took it and he helped you out of the car while Eddie handed off his keys to the man in front of him.

You joined Eddie on the sidewalk and the two of you watched the man drive Eddie’s car away before Eddie turned to you. You had never been to place that was so nice that it had valet parking. This was a whole other life you never thought you’d be apart of.

Eddie wrapped an arm around your waist and led you inside to the hostess stand where you could see the woman behind it eyeing him with a flirty look.

“Reservation for Munson,” he told her as he pulled you more into his side. She nodded in response and grabbed two fancy looking menus before turning on her heel to lead you both to your table.

“Right this way.” She led you to a table further into the restaurant, an area that was little more private and you wondered what strings Eddie had to pull to get you into that space. Probably many.

“And here we are,” she stopped at a table closer to the back and set the menus down on the table before putting on a bright smile. “Enjoy,” was all she said before turning on her heel, leaving the two of you alone.

Eddie was quick to pull out your chair for you and you sat down before he pushed it closer to the table. He then headed over to his side and sat across from you, putting on his million dollar smile. You both put your napkins in your laps then opened the menus, your eyes widening at the prices. The only thing that you could have afforded there was the water and that was only because it was complimentary. You could barely afford your rent, let alone a seventy-five dollar steak.

“Eddie,” you looked up at him, panic evident in your voice. His eyes snapped up at you, wanting to know what was wrong. The date had just started and he had already fucked up?

“What’s wrong?” He asked, lowering his menu so he could see your face.

“This place is really expensive and I don’t think I can afford-“

“Don’t worry about it,” he waved his hand in a dismissive manner. “Order whatever you want. I’ll take care of you.” His words seemed so sincere and you could tell that he wasn’t trying to buy your affection, but you were still felt a little bad.

“But-“

Eddie hated that you were worrying about money when he was supposed to be treating you. He would have never asked you to pay for your own meal when he was the one who had asked you out. And he hated that you were worrying in general when you were supposed to be having fun.

“I’ve got all this money and I need someone to spend it on. Why can’t it be you?” Why couldn’t it be you? You had dated so many losers in your lifetime and deserved to finally be treated right. And you trusted that Eddie could do just that. If the date had gone well, maybe you could have seen yourself having a future with him.

“Why should it be me?” You were younger than him by a lot and were sure that there was alone of women waiting for just a sliver of a chance with him so why you?

“Because you’re the only one I’d want to spoil. You’re sweet and kind and very easy on the eyes.”

“Can I ask you a question?” There was something that had been weighing on your mind and you needed to know the answer.

“Of course you can.” His hand reached for yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze accompanied by a soft smile.

“Did you only ask me out because we had sex last night?” His eyes widened at your question and his eyebrows furrowed, almost as if he was offended.

“No, honey, of course not.” His thumb rubbed your hand sympathetically, wondering what would have prompted you to ask such a question. “I asked you out because I’ve liked you for a long time.”

“You like me?” You were shocked by his confession. Sure, you had assumed that he liked you since he had asked you out, but you never expected him to actually admit it.

You had never had luck with men. They either were too interested or never even spared you a second glance. Dates were always a disaster, ending in terrible sex or you left before the check came because of their awful behavior. And then once nice guy came along and you almost didn’t believe him because why would a guy like that be interested in you?

“Of course I like you.” The words were followed by a chuckle as he continued to rub his thumb along your knuckles. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Yes.” You wanted to know all of Eddie’s secrets. You wanted to know every single thing about him, to share stuff about himself that no one else knew.

“I wasn’t even going anywhere last night. I saw you leave your apartment and I just wanted an excuse to talk to you.” Why would he have needed an excuse to talk to you? You would have dropped everything just to have a conversation with him.

“Why would you need an excuse? You could have just talked to me.” He could have, but he had every intention of asking you out and the thought made him nervous. He hadn’t liked anyone like that in a long time and suddenly, his usually moves didn’t seem to go right.

“I didn’t want you to think I was weird.” You never would have thought Eddie was weird. And even if you did, you would have welcomed his quirks with open arms, deciding that those always made people unique.

“I’d never think that.” You shook your head as a server approached your table. With your permission, Eddie ordered a wine for the table that you had never even heard of, let alone could pronounce. Hearing him pronounce the French words so perfectly was making you a little wet. His accent was so hot and you didn’t even know he could speak French.

“So, French, huh?” You asked as the server went to fetch your wine.

“I spent a summer in France with my uncle Wayne.” That sounded about right. Of course he had been to other countries. That was typically what rich people did. Not that you would have known anything about that since you wouldn’t have even been able afford your dinner without Eddie paying for it.

“That’s really cool. Does he live there?” Your conversations with Eddie always flowed so easily, like you were old friends instead of neighbors that barely knew each other.

The server dropped off the wine and served it to you both before taking your orders then heading back to the kitchen to put them in. You took a sip from your glass, assuming you were going to hate it, but were pleasantly surprised by the flavor. It was very sweet, which surprised you since you would have figured that he liked wine on the dryer side.

“He does now,” he nodded, taking a sip from his wine. “He’s got a famous bakery there.”

“That sounds amazing. Good for him.” Eddie seemed very proud of his uncle and that warmed your heart. They seemed very close, almost like father and son.

“Have you ever been?” To France? Absolutely not. You had almost had gone with your great aunt, but she randomly decided that she was going to take your cousin instead. And you totally weren’t still upset about it.

“Nope, never even left New York.” You tried to not sound so bitter when you said the words. You had always wanted to travel, but it was just never in the cards.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to take you sometime.” He leaned closer to you and pressed his lips to the hand he was still holding before letting your hands fall back to the table. Despite his flirty tone, you could hear the truth in his words. He really would take you to France.

“I guess you will.” You took a sip from your wine and tried to pace yourself, not wanting the first time you got drunk around Eddie being in public. That would have just been embarrassing.

“Can I just say, you look beautiful tonight. Honestly, it’s kind of distracting.” Your cheeks flushed at his comment and you were hoping that he just thought it was the alcohol.

“You’re the distracting one, leaving nothing up to the imagination.” You gestured to his practically open shirt and found yourself wanting to trace his tattoos with your fingers. You wanted him tell you the stories behind them and exactly what they meant.

“That was on purpose and clearly it worked.” He winked, taking another sip from his wine.

“Clearly.” You couldn’t seem to take your eyes off of his chest, finding yourself wanting to run your tongue all along it, wanting to feel his chest hair under your fingers.

“How about we take our food to go and move straight to dessert?” You liked that idea. You liked that idea a lot. Your dress was suddenly feeling uncomfortable and you desperately needed Eddie to take it off.

“I’d like that.” You nodded furiously, bitting down on your bottom lip as you noticed Eddie’s eyes darkening.

The server brought by your meals and Eddie requested to go boxes only for the server to take the dishes back to the kitchen to pack it up for you. The boxes were set on the table along with the check and you tried to get a peek but Eddie pulled it out of your line of sight before you could see it. He pulled his wallet out of his blazer jacket then reached for one of his many card before putting it in the top of the little book.

He turned his attention to you and you brought your foot up to the side of his leg and grazed it. His eyes darkened even more as your leg moved up and down his leg, his dick getting hard thinking about having his way with you in his backseat.

The served couldn’t have taken Eddie’s card and brought it back soon enough as the two of you were practically racing out of the restaurant, him leading you through the place as if it were a maze.

As soon as you got out onto the side walk, Eddie grabbed you by the hips and pulled you to him, pulling you into a rushed and heated kiss. His tongue found yours very quickly and they swirled together as you both tried to hold back your moans.

Eddie pulled away as the valet brought his car up to the curb and he was quick take the keys back, helping you into the car before rushing over to his side. He started up the car and sped up, close to flooring it as he flew down the street, desperate to get the two of you back to his apartment.

The ten minute drive felt like agony, the two of you aching for each other as Eddie pulled into his usual parking spot. He helped you out of your seat then led you inside, making a beeline of the elevators. He pressed the “up” button on all three of them for a greater chance to get upstairs faster. One of them opened and he shoved you into to it, pushing you against the wall and his mouth was on yours, this kiss hot and desperate. Your hand moved to his shirt and quickly unbuttoned it, moving up to his hairy chest. You licked into his mouth as the elevator doors opened and you both slowly made your way down the hall, lips still attached.

“Hold on.” Eddie pulled away, reaching into his pocket for his keys. He fiddled around with them before finding the right one and unlocking the door. He let you go inside first and you couldn’t help but notice how nicely decorated it was. Definitely nicer than yours.

Eddie grabbed hold of your hand and quickly turned you around to face him, his lips capturing yours once again. His lips moved down to your shoulder, pressing gentle kisses to it. He removed the strap to have better access and moved his hands up your back, resting them on the zipper of your dress.

“This is a beautiful dress, sweetheart,” he mumbled against your skin. “But I think it would look much better on the floor.” You got even more wet at his words, desperate to let him have his way with you.

“I agree.” As soon as the words left your mouth, Eddie removed the straps from your shoulders and slowly sliding the zipper down your back. The thing pooled at your feet and Eddie got even more hard once he noticed that you been completely naked underneath the dress. You collapsed onto the couch as Eddie ditched his own clothes in record speed, making sure to grab a condom from his pocket.

He rolled the thing onto his cock then practically throwing himself on top of you, taking no time to thrust into you. You let out a loud moan at the sensation and he took that as an invitation to continue, pounding into you as hard as he could.

You both made multiple sounds of pleasure and Eddie loved watching you come undone underneath him, your eyes closed, your head tilted back, your hands scratching up and down his back.

You grabbed onto Eddie’s ass, your fingers digging into the skin as you tried to get him farther inside of you. You needed every single inch of him. He let out a yelp at the feeling, but wasn’t afraid to admit that he liked the sting.

“Need more of you, Eds.” You arched your back, trying your best to take all of him.

“I’m doing to best I can, sweetheart,” he continued to pump in and out of your cunt, moving as hard and as fast as he could, wanting to do whatever he could to please you. “Sure you can take it?” He was just afraid of hurting you.

“I can take it.” You opened your eyes and showed him that you meant it. “Please.”

“Okay,” he let out a sigh, knowing that he couldn’t never say no to you. “You ready?”

“Was ready five minutes ago-oh,” your complaint was cut off by a loud moan falling from your lips as Eddie fit all of himself inside of you, letting out a moan of his own. It felt just as good as you thought it had and you were surprised he could even get it all the way in with how big he was.

He continued to pound into you, his fingers digging even further into your hips and you knew for sure that the pressure was going to leave bruises. Not that you minded. You actually preferred it, wanting him to leave marks all over your body.

Your nails moved to his back and scratched up and down it as he continued to thrust in and out of your pussy, more and more moans escaping both of your mouths.

“Look at you, taking me so well,” Eddie commented between breaths. “Look like a princess underneath me. God, you’re so hot, you don’t even know.” He pressed bruising kiss to your lips and you were quick to return it, your hands moving to his hair as he took your bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a soft nip. You tugged at his hair and he took that as an invitation to continue, biting even harder. You gave his hair another yank as a whimper fell from your lips and he diffused the sting with his tongue before sticking the thing into your mouth, letting it scrape roughly against yours.

Eddie pulled away and continued to thrust into you, slower this time, the two of you starting to lose the stamina you had before, but not wanting it to end.

“So good, Eds,” you moaned. “Faster, baby,” you slurred and Eddie just let out a chuckle.

“Aww, don’t go dumb on me, love,” he moved the sweaty hair that had stuck to your forehead and pressed a kiss to it. “Think you got one more in you before we go to bed?” You absolutely did not, but you were going to try and convince him that you did.

“Mmm,” was all you responded with and Eddie took that as a sign that you both needed to go to sleep. He pulled out and cleaned the both of you up before wrapping you up in one of his blankets before carrying you to his room when he realized that you could barely walk. Well, let’s be honest, he would have carried you even if you could walk.

Eddie careful set you down on his bed then moved to his closet for some pajamas. They were a silk pair, his favorite. He wouldn’t have usually let anyone wear them, but he thought you deserved special treatment. Once he dressed himself, he moved over to you with the pajamas in his hands.

“Need to dress you, angel. Is that okay?” He wanted full consent before he continued.

“I’d rather you undress me,” you slurred, trying and failing to make your tone flirty.

“You’re already undressed,” he laughed.

“Dress me, baby,” you ripped off the blanket and Eddie stepped forward, tossing the pajamas onto the bed before reaching for the top.

“Arms out, angel.” You did as he said and put your arms out as he put each arm into a sleeve then buttoned the thing up. He then reached for the pants and slid them up your legs, pulling them up until they rested on your hips.

Eddie stepped back, taking a moment to admire the way you looked in his pajamas. His friends had teased him for having his first and last initials sewn into the pockets of his pajama shirts, but it didn’t seem so silly now, considering that was where your heart was. God, he was so down bad for you and he didn’t even care.

“Alright,” he reached for your hands, pulling you to your feet. “Time for bed.” He pulled back the covers and helped you get under them, your legs still feeling like jello.

“What about brushing our teeth,” you asked, not loving the idea of going to bed without the minty taste in your mouth.

“I’d be happy to brush your teeth, angel, but you seem a little too tired for that. Would a cuddle make up for it?”

“Always.”

Eddie got into the bed next to you and pulled you into his arms, giving you a bright smile. You mimicked it as well as you could in your tired state and Eddie just laughed in return.

“Get some rest, angel,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead before snuggling further into you. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

You closed your eyes, letting out a sigh of content, hoping that you could wake up next to that man every morning for the rest of your life. Little did you know that only a few months later, he’d get down on one knee and ask exactly that.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #older!eddie munson #older!eddie x reader

[en-geneisaxx]

'Please don't say that this is the end of us...'

Pairings: Husband!Hoon x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing (you're gonna be on a rollercoaster of emotions lol)

Tagging my moots who wanted to read: @pockettwinzz @diorsyun @rinbowaman @heeslomll @heeslut4life @hoonieshoneymain @sungvrhs

A/n: I JUST GOT BACK AND SAW 40 NOTIFICATIONS FROM EVERYONE WHO READ ANY PART OF MY FIC. I'M SO GRATEFUL AND I HOPE YOU'LL LIKE MY WORKS.

(Still more parts to go, and I have no idea how many because I'm just writing this as I go 💪)

Likes, reblogs and/or following me will be much appreciated!!

Part 5:

'Oi, Yeji, can't you hear that?'

'huh..' She mumbles, too focused on typing a full on book about the series of events to the group chat that consisted of her, Jay, H/n and Sunghoon.

One final click and the door was, gently, open by the unknown intruder.

'WHO...' Jay trails off, he's had enough shock that he may very well be immune to heart attacks. Yeji, in an instant, forgot her business with the phone and stared blankly ahead.

'Hoon, YOU DRAMATIC ASS DICK-'

'Are they in the bedroom?'

Though his looks didn't support their thoughts, based on the information they had just received, they feared he would shatter Y/n once again.

'Park Sunghoon, we-'

'I won't cause Y/n harm or distress right now, I'm not that much of a monster. And when I was, just saying, it was completely against my will. I just...I didn't know how to display my frustration and worry in a way that would keep the arguement at a low, as well as 𝐧𝐨𝐭 creating something like this...'

Yeji and Jay knew that enough, even Y/n. Although, her conscience may be in a coma right now to believe in that thought.

'If I hear a noise coming from either you or Y/n that presents danger to me, you're out, Hoon.' Threatens Jay.

Sunghoon gives a slight nod, and while walking he mumbles,

'𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒙 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔...𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚.'

'Aww, is my baby full?' Coos Y/n, rocking Jin Ae while patting her back.

You were tired, no doubt about that. The headaches and dizziness were scaring you, because you needed to keep awake for Hoon, as well as look after Jin Ae.

A few moments goes by, and Jin Ae was sound asleep on your shoulder.

'Shh, go to sleep, my child. Mummy will be here when you wake up...'

Carefully, so as to not disturb the sleeping princess, you slowly layed Jin Ae on your bed, this time, so that you could awake to her smiling face, chubby cheeks looking scrumptious to bite.

'𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒐𝒏...' You think aloud to yourself, not knowing you had said it. He would sometimes brag on how his genes dominated and shaped her into the beauty she is today. But you did ask for it, which was also a HUGE ego booster for him.

Her moles complemented her features, and it was just like her father's, but there was one placed in the same spot you had yours: one on her right eyelid, which was somehow seducing in a way. It was pretty, and, in all honesty, sexy, but they would need to be within a distance to actually see it.

Meanwhile, in the corner sat Sunghoon, hiding himself in the shadows. He got in, luckily, when your back faced the door, allowing him to sneak in while you were blind.

He took everything in, and let a tear freely fall when he heard your innocent thoughts. He wanted to embrace you, kiss you and make up for all the time that was lost,

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.

He knew people thought Jake was the good guy at this point, but why did it only have to be him who recognised him as a danger in your relationship? The fact he was hitting on a married woman?

You were about to go to sleep, thinking he was going to come later, until you spotted a zoned-out Hoon staring in the depths of emptiness.

'Hoon!?' You whisper shouted, eager to hug him. Though he may have been so damn mean, you knew he fell too hard to hurt you intentionally.

You got out of the bed in a hurry, stumbling while making your way to him. He held you, and looked at you with eyes pleading for forgiveness.

'Y/n...' He didn't know what to start it with. He had so many ideas of how to show a firm type of him, but seeing you made him melt and want to punch himself for thinking such thoughts.

Your body couldn't last any longer, you were lethargic to a deadly extent;close to fainting like a damsel in distress.

Wrapping your arms around his lengthy neck and placing your head on his chest felt like home. You found solace just by being allowed to do that. It was evident that the arguement had taken a toll on you, for you even felt like you needed permission to do the simplest of things.

Sunghoon knew you could sleep like a log any minute now, so he was expecting silence. However, he knew that love filled the empty space.

'Hoon, I better be waking up with Jin Ae and you on my bed. I'd rather die right now, hugging you than for you to leave me...again.'

He felt like he didn't keep many of his wedding vows, and he experienced an insane amount of guilt for that.

'𝑴𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖...

𝑩𝒖𝒕... 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕..?'

Sadly, you were in your dreams to hear it; to see Sunghoon crying at the fact he might lose you to Jake; to feel his affection that he gave with everything that he got.

You missed heaven when it was there the whole time.

Oh, but don't worry, fate had other things to write in this period of tragedy and growth. But thank fuck the ending was going to be fine.

#en-geneisaxx #enhypen #enhypen sunghoon #engene #fyp #kpop #enha #fanfic #sunghoon x y/n #enhypen sunghoon ff #writer #love #story #enhablr

[matttgirlies]

Matt & Me🎀

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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.

fem! reader x singer! matt

disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.

warnings - drinking,, sexual references

y/nn = your nickname if your confused🩷

Chapter 8

After Christmas we did something exciting every night, usually beginning after midnight. Sometimes Matt rented either the Memphian or the Malco theater to watch movies. Other times he rented the entire Rainbow Skating Rink, the infamous roller rink I’d heard so much about.

My first night there I was lacing up my skates when the boys asked me, “Do you know how to skate?”

“Sure,” I said.

“But do you know how to skate?” they persisted.

I got the message real fast when a box of knee pads was passed around. This was not your ordinary around the rink to organ music skating. The idea here was to keep your bones intact.

I wobbled onto the rink only to wobble off. I wasn’t about to stay on that floor after seeing the determined looks on the other skaters’ faces. They made the Roller Derby look mild. From the sideline, I watched them rounding the rink, adjusting their jackets and shirts so they weren’t too tight and checking that their arms and legs were securely padded.

Then Matt skated into their midst, calling out, “Okay, everybody. Y’all clear the way on the sidelines. I don’t want anybody hurt over there. Honey, why don’t you get on the other side there with Louise [Gene Smith’s wife]. The rest of you, get your asses somewhere else.” They all started laughing, and he said, “Okay, let’s go!”

About twenty-five skaters locked hands, forming what they called a whip. Skating abreast, they began circling the rink, building up speed. The objective of the game was to remain unscathed at speeds of over ten miles per hour. It could be very dangerous if you were to lose your balance or if you were at the tail end, when, by turning quickly, they all “cracked the whip.”

There were a lot of falls, but despite the danger, Matt seemed to know exactly what he was doing. I noticed that whenever someone was hurt, he was the first to see if they were all right and to decide if they should continue to play.

I still don’t know how anybody kept from getting seriously injured, yet no one complained and most of them were even willing to do it again the next night. It was rough, but as Matt put it, “If you’re man enough to get out there, then you better be man enough to take the licks.”

New Year’s Eve was approaching. Matt told Alan to rent the Manhattan Club for the evening and to invite about two hundred people, Matt’s friends and the presidents and other members of his fan clubs.

Although I was excited about the party, I couldn’t help thinking that after New Year’s Eve I would have to leave. Matt kept telling me not to think about it. I noticed that whenever I mentioned a problem to him he’d just say, “It’ll all work out, don’t worry about it. I’ve got enough to think about without having to worry about that.”

He always avoided problems. If I was disturbed or depressed, or if I felt we were becoming distant and wanted to get closer by talking it out, he avoided me or told me my timing was bad. There was never a good time.

Once I reproached him about the attention he was lavishing on the girlfriend of one of the regulars. She was very attractive, about my height, with black hair and a nice figure. She had come into the kitchen, where several of us were sitting, and Matt, who was wearing dark sunglasses, began making comments like, “Boy, it’s getting warm in here. Anybody else warm?”

I was so upset I left the room. I waited for him to go upstairs, then followed shortly behind him. “Matt, I have to talk to you,” I said.

“Sure, Honey, what is it?”

“I saw the way you were eyeing that girl. It upset me.”

“Look, woman,” he said, losing his temper. “No one tells me who I can look at and who I can’t. Besides, your imagination’s getting carried away. I’ve seen her ass around here long before today.”

With that I stomped out, slamming the bedroom door. I felt betrayed that he’d even desire another woman and was annoyed that he’d never admit it. I became obsessed and watched what Matt liked, what attracted him, trying to be everything he ever imagined a woman could be, and more.

The New Year’s Eve party at the Manhattan Club started around 10 p.m., but Matt timed our arrival a few minutes before midnight. We just had time to order double screwdrivers when the countdown began. Then we all sang “Auld Lang Syne.”

As people shouted “Happy New Year!” Matt pulled me close and said, “Baby, I don’t want you to go back. You’re staying here. We’ll call your parents in the morning.”

I was in such a state of ecstasy that I didn’t notice what I was drinking: four double screwdrivers, all drunk through a straw. After one double, I was feeling high; after four, I was reeling. I went into the ladies’ room with Louise and stayed there for what seemed like hours, swaying back and forth in the stall, trying to get myself together.

When we finally returned to the table, I tried to act as if everything was okay, but Matt took one look at me and said, “Baby, we better get you home. You’re in no condition to be here.” He asked his old friend George Klein, the Memphis disc jockey, if he would take me home.

I spent most of the ride back to Graceland with my head out the window. George and his date walked me to the door, where we said good night, and I let myself in.

Gripping the banister, I slowly climbed the white stairs, shedding my clothing as I went: my jacket, purse, shoes, and blouse left in a long trail up the steps. By the time I reached the bedroom I was wearing only my bra and panties. I collapsed on the bed and passed out.

A few hours later I heard Matt tiptoe into the room and come over to me. His condition was not much better than mine. I could make out his silhouette against the ceiling above me. I didn’t stir. Gently, he took off the rest of my clothes. Then he kissed me and kissed me over and over. This night we almost went too far. His vow was nearly broken. My passion had gotten to him and under the influence of alcohol, he weakened. Then, before I knew what happened, he withdrew saying, “No. Not like this.” It had to be special, just as he’d always planned.

I have to admit that, at that moment i didn’t care if it was special and I didn’t care what he’d vowed. I didn’t care, in fact, what he wanted at all. I only knew I wanted him.

The next morning my head throbbed with a terrible hangover. I felt ashamed and embarrassed—and yet not at all sorry about what we’d done. He was a little closer to being all mine.

The moment of truth came when we called my father in Germany. Matt was on the extension in his office and I was on another phone somewhere else in the house. Though the connection to Wiesbaden was filled with static, there was no mistaking my father’s words.

“Young lady, I will not go through this conversation again. We made an agreement. You were to leave there on the second of January. You’ve got one day left and you’d better be on that flight!”

Matt interjected, “Captain, sir, if she could just stay a couple more days. I have to be back in L.A. soon, and it would be nice—”

“Matt, I can’t do that. She has to be back in school and that was the deal. I’m sorry. y/n y/ln, are you there?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“We’ll be at the airport. You know the time; we’ll see you then.”

I was furious. I flew into Matt’s office where, sitting behind his desk, he was just hanging up.

“I hate them. I hate them both,” I yelled like a spoiled child. “Why are they stopping us? They just want me home to babysit, to take care of the kids, that’s all.”

Matt’s face was flushed with anger. “We made a goddamn agreement—who the hell does he think he is, talking like that on the goddamn phone—him and his military upbringing.”

He grabbed the phone and called down to the kitchen, demanding, “Where’s my dad! He down there? Tell him to come upstairs to the office.”

Within seconds James was at the door. “What is it, Son?”

“Goddamn Captain y/ln,” he shouted. “We just called to see if y/nn could stay a few more days and he comes off with this cocky attitude and refuses with his jargon about making agreements.”

“Now calm down, Son. It ain’t that bad. He was probably just concerned about her being home in time for school.”

“School, what the hell do I care about school?” Matt snapped, ignoring James’s efforts to soothe him. “Put her into school here, that’ll solve everything. She doesn’t need school. Hell, they don’t teach you anything nowadays anyway.”

“Well, Son, she’s gonna have to go back, there ain’t no two ways about it, give or take a day or two.”

“Goddamn, Dad, you’re not helpin’ matters any,” Matt said, but he was beginning to calm down. He sat back in his big desk chair and swiveled it around to face the window, then gazed out toward the pastures. Finally he turned around and announced that he had a plan.

Matt’s strategy called for me to return to Germany and to arrive in good spirits, then to concentrate on doing well in school so that my parents wouldn’t be able to use my poor grades as an excuse for not letting me return. Matt wanted me to finish high school in Boston and to that end he would make arrangements for me to return as soon as possible.

Germany

Although Matt said that I should greet my parents with a friendly smile, from the moment I got off the plane, my attitude was one of defiance. I now believed that my parents were a threat to my future happiness. I didn’t realize that their fears and concerns were entirely reasonable. All that mattered to me was what Matt and I wanted, and no one was going to stand in our way.

The weather was cold and dreary, which certainly didn’t help my mood. I walked through customs to find my parents waiting. Noting my attitude, their expressions were cool, their welcome stiff. No loving arms wrapped around me, no loving words greeted me. Only my father’s abrupt order, “Let’s go.”

The drive back to Wiesbaden seemed longer than forty-five minutes. I sat in the backseat in icy silence. No one mentioned my request to stay at Graceland.

“All in all, did you have a nice time?” Dad ventured.

“Yes,” I replied, looking out the window at the clusters of trees bare from the harsh winter.

“Did Matt like your present?” Mother asked hopefully.

“Yes,” I assured her. “He loved it.”

“Was it as cold in Boston as it gets here?” Dad asked, keeping the conversation light, trying to make me open up and talk.

“No, it’s colder here,” I replied sharply, referring to both the weather and my attitude. Our eyes met in the rearview mirror and surprisingly, Dad looked away rather than reacting to my cutting remark.

I knew I was pushing my luck with them, but I couldn’t suppress my feelings and pretend that everything was all right. I was so deeply in love that chitchat seemed pointless—as did everything except for Matt. I remembered how he had held me before we said goodbye, with such emotion and need that nothing could keep me away from him. How could I explain these adult feelings to my parents who, I thought, could never understand and would think me silly or just infatuated?

When we arrived home Dad said, “Well, you’ve got school tomorrow, so try to get as much rest as you can tonight.”

Mom added, “You should have dinner and get right to bed.”

Did they both honestly think that I could slip back into the routine of ordinary life?

I rebelled against going to school. I skipped classes, went to town, and downed a few beers with whoever I could get to join me. My attitude worsened along with my grades.

My parents were as confused as any caring parents would be, hoping the problem would eventually go away. But I didn’t make it easy for them. What had started out as a simple introduction to the world’s greatest rock-and-roll star had turned into a nightmare for them.

Matt began calling me almost immediately, and we’d talk for hours. My parents heard me whispering and giggling till three in the morning and wondered what on earth we could be talking about for so long. Nothing really—yet it seemed like everything.

I began to reveal to my mother that Matt and I loved each other and longed to be together. Finally one day I summoned the courage to tell her that Matt wanted me to finish school in Boston. Her response: an unqualified no. She felt it could wait until my father’s tour of duty was over. That would be the end of summer, she said, and there was no need for me to return to Matt sooner.

“But Mother,” I pleaded, “you don’t understand. He wants me there with him.”

“Why you?” she asked, her voice thick with emotion. “Why can’t he find someone his own age? You’re only sixteen. What is this man doing to our family?”

She buried her face in her hands and began crying.

I did feel sorry for her. We were always close, she was always there for me, but this time she just didn’t understand. I hated seeing her in pain, but nothing seemed more important to me than Matt. Not even my mother.

“He’s not anything like you imagine,” I said, “and he needs me, Mother. I won’t get hurt. Please talk to Dad.”

Slowly she raised her head and looked at me.

“y/nn, I’d never forgive myself if I let you go and if you came back to us with a broken heart. You’re so young! You have no idea what lies ahead of you. All you know is you’re in love. Do you know how difficult that is to fight?” She sighed. “I wouldn’t wish this on any parent.”

She brushed away her tears and after a moment said, “All right, I’ll talk to your father, but not just yet. It’s still too soon.”

I gave her a big hug and whispered, “Thank you, Mother. I know you can do it. I love you.”

Now I had to wait for my mother to intercede. I knew how much my father was against the idea. My parents still didn’t really know Matt’s intentions toward me. They only knew what I had told them. But they had also read in the newspapers that Matt was dating every one of the female costars in his movies, so naturally they were suspicious.

One day on the phone I told Matt, “If you want me to come back and go to school, you’re going to have to talk to my father yourself.”

“Put him on,” Matt replied. “I’m not MacArthur, but I can sure as hell try.”

Drawing on all of his charm, Matt assured my father that if I was permitted to move to Boston, I wouldn’t live with him at Graceland but with his dad, James, and his wife, Angela. Matt promised to enroll me in a good Catholic school—he’d choose it himself—and make sure I graduated. He said I’d always be chaperoned and that he’d care for me in every way. Declaring his intentions honorable, he swore that he loved and needed and respected me. In fact, he couldn’t live without me, he said, intimating that one day we’d marry.

This left my parents in a dilemma. If Matt were as sincere as he sounded, there was a chance that our relationship might work out. But if it didn’t work out, they ran the risk of my returning to them disillusioned and brokenhearted. If they refused to let me go, I might never forgive them and I would bitterly regret this unfulfilled love for the rest of my life. In that light, there was little they could do but say yes, and eventually they did.

In truth, I was as mystified as my parents were about why Matt wanted me to come live with him. I think he was attracted by the fact that I had a normal, stable childhood, and that I was very responsible, having helped my parents raise my younger brothers and sister. I was more mature at sixteen than I was at fourteen, when he’d met me, not only because I’d gone through the normal growing period, but also because I’d experienced the pain of living without him for those two years.

Most of all, he knew he could depend on me. I wasn’t interested in a career, in Hollywood, or in anything else that would draw my attention away from him. I also had all of the physical attributes that Matt liked, the fundamentals he could use in turning me into his ideal woman. In short, I had everything that Matt had been looking for in a woman: youth and innocence, total devotion, and no problems of my own. And I was hard to get.

I intended to do whatever I had to to hold him, because if he had ever sent me home, it would have meant not only that I’d been wrong in going to him, but that my parents had been wrong for having permitted it. I firmly resolved to make our relationship work, no matter what.

Excerpt from: "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. Scribd.

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i've wanted this for so long

— pairing: shane walsh x fem!reader

— type: ficlet

— summary: you & shane make love for the first time

— tags: angst, shane is desperately in love with you & has been waiting for this

— tw: depressive thoughts, sex

— word count: 2,229

— a/n: it's finally here! | find my other posts concerning shane, which take place before & after this, here

It felt like since the world fell apart, that there wasn't a moment that you weren't filled with utter terror. Always waiting for the next tragedy to strike. But this? What you were about to ask of Shane?

It didn't matter if he'd already made you an offer...and mentioned it once more during target practice. You were petrified as you stood across the camp staring in his direction as he sorted through the duffle bag of firearms and ammo, trying to come up with the right way to say it.

You worry that perhaps he's now changed his mind. What if he doesn't want to anymore? And when you ask...is the camp really the best place to do it? What if someone overhears? What would they think?

And while he'd told you he'd moved past whatever he'd felt for Lori—whatever they'd had—you weren't so sure.

You suppose it doesn't matter either way. It'll be one thing: sex. No feelings attached. Just...just something you wanted to experience. To know what it felt like. A brief release.

You'd lied awake tossing and turning nearly all night, debating with yourself. You'd tried, in earnest, to talk yourself out of it. Told yourself you were being stupid. Selfish. You'd torn yourself apart until you were in tears.

He may've made it sound like—that night on the porch—it wouldn't just be 'getting laid' to him, but you knew otherwise. You were so...worthless and weak.

It doesn't matter that he told you he saw you as anything but. He was a leader. You, a follower. He'd kept everyone safe, had bothered to waste his time saving your life over and over. Meanwhile, you did meaningless chores all day.

Why had he ever bothered giving you the time of day in the first place? Why had he ever glanced twice in your direction? You can't wrap your head around it.

You could never mean something more to someone. Not that you want to to him. You know he's...beyond your grasp.

You shake your head, huffing, fighting back tears again. God, you were absolutely pathetic.

And it's the very reason you finally march over to him, ready for him to tell you no. That he had no idea what he was thinking making someone like you such an offer in the first place.

You want the rejection. You want him to hurt you. Badly. You want to be proven right: that you're nothing.

It'll make letting go of this idiotic idea that much easier.

Shane doesn't even see you standing across the picnic table at first.

You clasp your hands nervously in front of you. "Shane."

He looks up to you. "Was thinkin' 'bout gettin' these rifles cleaned up and sortin' through the ammo. Not sure how much we've got left in here. If you want to help, you can-"

"I want you to do it."

He stops, the pistol in his hand slipping from his grip back into the bag. He stares at you for a moment. "What?"

Please, be as harsh as possible, you think.

"I want you to take my virginity."

He blinks at you, dumbfounded. And then a slow smile spreads across his lips.

You hope he's about to mock you for ever taking his offer seriously in the first place. You know he's about to.

You don't blame him.

He comes around the table to stand in front of you. He gently takes your hand in his. "You do?"

You nod.

The look on his face softens and you suddenly feel confused.

Why isn't he being mean to you for this?

"When?" He asks in a hopeful whisper.

"N-now...?"

He reaches up, brushing his knuckles along your cheek. "Where?"

Had...had he actually meant it, then?

"I...I don't know." You can't think.

"I know a place."

"Oh." Had he thought ahead? Been planning for it all this time?

He chuckles. "I uh...I need to grab somethin' from my tent real quick. Wait here for me?"

You nod.

You stand there taken completely aback. How...how could he actually want this with you? To be the one to do it? You saw it as more of a burden on him than anything.

A chore.

You're broken from spiraling thoughts of telling him to forget it, that you've changed your mind; made a mistake, by him taking your hand in his and leading you away from the farm, a blanket tucked under his other arm.

Shane had led you well away from the house and into a clearing in the middle of the woods. And it was beautiful.

Vibrant green canopies of tree leaves were overhead, the sun shining through them, casting rays of light across the forest floor. Birds sung a melody all around you, and a cool breeze kissed your skin.

You look to him and watch as he fans out the blanket he'd brought, smoothing it across the grass.

Finally, he stands again.

Before he can speak, you do so first.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

He gives you a quizzical look. "I should be asking you that. Why're you askin' me, though, darlin'?"

"I don't understand you," you blurt out.

He raises a brow.

You continue. "Don't...don't you see this as more of a burdensome chore than anything else?"

Sadness for you flashes across his features. "How could I ever see makin' love you as that?" He cups your cheeks in his hands then.

"Making...love..." You struggle to wrap your head around him seeing it as that.

His voice becomes a mere whisper. "I've wanted this for so long. Have I not made my feelings for you clear yet?"

You blink up at him in response.

"Then let me show you. Right now."

Shane crushes his lips to yours, cupping the back of your head, holding you to him, terrified that if he lets go for even a moment, you'll run and this...this will be over. For good.

He'd waited for you for weeks, and months, and now—now—here you were. Finally.

You had finally come to him on your own. Had finally asked him for himself. Asked him to be the one man you gave this precious part of yourself to.

How could he not love you for that? How could he not otherwise?

He slides his other hand along your hip, until his palm is pressed firmly to the small of your back, bringing your body closer to his own. He flicks his tongue against your lips, asking you for entrance.

And you grant it.

He flicks his tongue again, against yours, silently encouraging you to enjoy this. To make the most of this—of all of it—of him.

He pulls away for a moment, reaching down to his belt, until your hands come to rest over his.

He looks at you, heart sinking. "Do you want to stop?"

You shake your head, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes, then back down.

He drops his hands and yours take over, gently unbuckling his belt.

Meanwhile, he tucks a lock of hair behind your ear, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you next unzip and unbutton his pants.

He toes off his boots, pulling his shirt over his head, then stepping out of his pants next.

Once he's clad in nothing but his boxers, erection firmly present, he slides his hands up your hips, pulling your shirt off as well.

He reaches to the back of you, gently unclasping your bra and you cover yourself as it slips off of your arms.

He shakes his head, his eyes searching for yours. "You don't need to hide from me."

"What...what if you don't like how I look...once I'm naked?"

He hates that you're worried about such a thing in the first place, but understands.

"What're you worried about, babydoll? Some stretch marks? Do you want to know what a man thinks when a naked woman is in front of him?"

You shrug.

"Shit, she's naked."

You give a small laugh at that and he's glad to see you smile.

"A woman giving you her naked body is a gift. Any man who sees it otherwise never deserved you in the first place. At that," he says, unbuttoning your jeans. "He ain't a man if judging your body is the only thing on his mind when you're like that in front of him."

Finally, you toe off your shoes as well.

He gently tugs your jeans down past your hips, then your legs, until they've pooled around your feet.

You step out of them and Shane lays them to the side.

He stands again and you lower your arms.

He grips either of your hips, thumbs brushing against the bare skin of your sides as he studies your nearly-naked form, wanting desperately the unwrap the rest of his gift by removing your panties.

He looks you over, eyes dilating with lust.

"Sweetheart, I don't think you've got anythin' to be worried about."

He looks into your eyes and his lip twitches when he sees how flushed your face is.

He crushes his lips back to yours, sliding his hand down your stomach, past the waistline of your panties, his palm coming to rest against your sex, which is already pleasantly wet.

He runs two fingers between your folds and you whimper against his lips, your tongue slipping inside his mouth.

He does it again and your hips jerk, bringing you closer to him as you throw your arms around his neck, breasts pressed firmly to his chest.

He groans as he continues to tease that sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs until his palm is covered in you.

Shane then reaches down, grabbing the backs of your thighs and lifts you, wrapping your legs around him as he sets both of you on the ground.

He lies you back as he rests on his haunches, studying every inch of you.

He hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties, looks at you, and when you give him a small nod, slips them down your legs, tossing them to the side, his hands spreading your legs further apart.

He licks his lips. "You're so damn perfect."

He leans down, kissing your lips fervently, but gently. He then presses hot kisses to your neck, then your shoulder, your breasts—he teases your nipples with the tip of his tongue until your hips are rising up to rub against his erection, desperate for any form of friction. He them moves to your stomach, spearing his tongue as he licks and teases, then moves lower until his face is between your thighs.

He throws your legs over his shoulders, and you gasp as he presses his open mouth against you, tasting you over and over, lapping at you like he can't get nearly enough. He spreads your soaked folds with his tongue, teasing against your tight entrance. He then flicks his tongue against your clit over and over, and your hips buck against him—his large calloused hands holding firmly against them—as you fuck yourself against his mouth.

He eventually begins to press wet hot kisses to your inner thighs, enjoying the sight of you spread open before him, pink and glistening. And the sounds mewling from your mouth... He doesn't know if he's ever been so fucking turned on before.

Finally, he stands quickly enough to remove his boxers, reaching to retrieve a condom from the pocket of his pants and your eyes widen as he rolls it onto his considerable length. All you can think is that much girth will be excruciating.

He lays back down on top of you, erection in his right hand, rubbing against your entrance as his other smooths hair away from your face as he kisses and kisses you. Finally, he begins to ease into you, inch by inch.

You do your utmost to relax, positioning one of your legs over his back and it helps with the pain, even minimally.

He stops halfway inside of you to allow you to adjust.

"You alright, angel?"

You nod, biting your lip. You wiggle your hips, trying to get more comfortable.

"Want me to keep goin'?"

He voice is husky, his words said between breaths.

You nod.

Once he's eased himself the rest of the way inside of you, he presses his forehead against your shoulder. "Jesus Christ," he whispers.

You wrap your arms around him, massaging the back of his head with your fingers.

He fights against his body jerking as he feels you clench around him once, twice...

He looks at you, and in that moment...something has changed. For both of you.

He kisses you. "This won't be enough for me. I can't just do this once and be expected to forget about it. To move on. Getting over her was one thing. But if I lose you? It'll damn-near kill me." He twines his fingers between yours as he begins to move inside of you. "Tell me you're mine. Tell me," he grunts, slipping out then back into you. "Tell me this is forever."

You wrap your other leg around him and he sinks even deeper. You sigh, gripping his chin gently in your hand, wanting nothing more than to look into his eyes as you give him this promise.

"I'm yours, Shane. Forever."

#fic: twd (shane walsh x reader) #shane walsh x y/n #shane walsh x reader #shane walsh imagine #twd x y/n #twd x you #twd x reader

[taelonsamada]

Tidbit Tuesday

I’ve been tagged in so many “Snippets” “Micros” “Tidbits” and “Fragments” that it’s shameful I haven’t posted one in ages. And you all have been so patient. It’s only fair that I give SEVERAL pieces at once 😉 LOL So here’s 4 fics I’m working on atm!!

Leave It All On The Ice - Chapter 6

David tore across the ice, his gaze locked on the puck sent flying down the rink from the fight that had broken out behind the Dires’ net. His heart pounded as he raced to catch up to the puck, determined to sink it in the other team’s net and push their meagar lead ahead another point.

It was the Playoffs, after all. Being ahead by one wasn’t enough, especially not when they were in the last period of the game.

His focus on the puck kept him from noticing the player charging at him, catching David entirely offguard as a shoulder collided into his upper chest hard enough to take him off his feet. David’s back hit the ice and he wheezed, his entire world spinning. Rolling over onto his side, he braced a hand under him and struggled to sit up. Every breath was a stabbing pain, which he knew wasn’t good.

Shaking his glove free, he clawed his helmet off, taking in deep, sharp breaths. The noise around him was muffled as he struggled to focus again. From the way his chest and head throbbed, he was likely hurt enough that they’d bench him.

All thoughts of being benched were forgotten as he finally got his eyes to focus, and found himself staring at Tank. They were knelt over another player with one fist tangled in the front of the other player’s jersey, punching them in the face repeatedly with their free fist. They were also using their hold on the other guy’s jersey to yank him back every time they punched him.

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Untitled David/Darlin Fic

He felt his phone go off yet again, even though he was staring at the pack in front of them and could see they hadn’t moved. Hadn’t stopped sending him that lazy, cocky smirk that drove him crazy, in both the worst way and the best way.

Their gaze hadn’t broken from his, their body (and oh, how well he knew that body by now) had remained entirely still, and yet he just knew in his core as he phone vibrated against his leg in his pocket that it was another message from them.

Containing an image he didn’t dare open while in a pack meeting.

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Shaw Pack Tattoo Fic

Milo looked as if he were about to fall asleep, the bastard, despite getting a large rib tattoo. His already fully inked arm was draped over his eyes, so Tank would have thought for a quick moment that he was trying to hide a grimace, but then he stretched with a yawn, earning a gentle smack from the tattoo artist that earned a laugh and a quick apology.

Asher was talking to his artist the entire time as the poor girl did his thigh. Tank wondered if the artist was evening listening to him, or if she was just letting him ramble to keep himself distracted. They also wondered if he’d been serious about getting Jigglypuff holding a trophy to signify his latest victory.

As their own tattoo gun bit into their leg again, they briefly lamented no longer having Asher’s hand to crush in their grasp, closing their eyes with a slow exhale to keep from kicking their own artist. The feeling of a large hand taking theirs had their eyes snapping open in surprise.

David was standing next to their seat, looking the room over and likely checking on the rest of the pack. With his body angled in a way that hid the fact he was holding onto Tank’s hand.

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Between You, Me & The Fence Post - Chapter 14

It was a massive relief to have the barn finished before the ‘big snow’ showed up, as Asher put it. The makeshift shelters were only going to hold up for so long, and while they didn’t get the same crazy amounts of snow other states did, there was still enough that piled up each year to worry about.

What was an even bigger relief for Asher was when he got to hand a check to David. The confused look on the taller man’s face was good, but what was even greater was the moment his eyes widened, the disbelief that bloomed across his face as he realized the check held the remaining balance for the barn.

David’s head snapped up at him, his mouth working soundlessly as he struggled to find words

“We all chipped in,” Asher said with a shrug and his usual cheeky grin. “We factored in the savings you already had saved up, but there should be enough there that you won’t have to drain them entirely.”

“Wait, what? You—Asher! I am not taking my own employees’ money to pay for—”

“For what?” Asher interrupted. “A freak accident that damaged our home? This place belongs to the Shaw family, but we all live here too, David. We love it, and we want it fixed. It’s not like this is gonna end up with any of us starving or homeless, you’ve seen to that.”

The foreman’s grin turned devilish. “Besides, I have it on good information that a very large portion of that came from a certain runaway who really wants to make sure their newest horse they were just gifted got out of the snow as soon as possible.”

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😁 hopefully that makes up for my silence on here! And hopefully I get at least ONE of these finished soon!! In the meantime, tagging @zozo-01 @dominimoonbeam @glassbearclock @ejunkiet @romirola and @lovelylonerliterature cause I wanna see what you’re working on! And as usual, anyone else who wants to join in!

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[fieldofdaisiies]

azriel x eris | 5,2k words | warnings: none, wording might be a little vulgar in some parts | masterlist

“You are my mate,” Eris repeats. 

Unquenchable desire and longing start to brew within him. It is all Eris feels, despite his pain, when his hooded gaze roams over Azriel. 

But the feeling dims slightly when he watches his mate’s expression. There is nothing on Azriel’s face. Not a hint of shock, or surprise. Not even anger.

Nonchalance, or is it ignorance? Whatever it is, it makes Eris slightly angry. And deep within his heart it hurts. The prince‘s lips part in an attempt to vent his displeasure about Azriel’s ignorance, but the shadowsinger is faster.

“I know.” Azriel’s velvety, cool voice sends a lick of heat through Eris, stimulating every small inch of his body.

“Since when do you know?” Eris tries to sit up further so that he can get on eye-level with Azriel. “How did you find out? When did you find out?”

The shadowsinger’s shoulders droop, his chin lowering to his chest as well. He gives his head a little shake. “I‘ve never known for sure, but I started to feel a tug on my chest after rescuing you from Briallyn. I started to feel it more often and whenever someone mentioned your name, it got more intense and when—fuck!”

Azriel slams his hand over his face, then drags it down.

“It fucking tore me apart. I felt your pain through the bond, Eris. When Beron…when he hurt you, I felt it. That’s when I knew for sure. That’s when I knew you are my mate.”

His body fully on his own accord leans toward the Vanserra male, forehead resting against Eris‘. “I felt it all, and I knew what it meant. Your pain was so strong, that in that moment I couldn’t care less about what it meant to be mated to my arch nemesis. I only had to find you.” The corner of his mouth kicks up despite the persistent pain within his heart. 

Even Eris has to chuckle at what Azriel said, the noise soft and purely male, his breath warm when it brushes Azriel’s skin.

“I needed to get to you. To check on you. To take care of you.” Another tear slips out of Azriel’s eye but he tries to blink it away. He isn’t fast enough and so Eris catches it on his thumb and then brings his lips to his mates.

“I‘ve known since the damn High Lord’s meeting.”

Azriel’s eyes open quickly. “For so long.”

“Just like you, just like my mate, it was hard for me to accept it.” He cracks a smile and his cheeks warm at the mention of mate. “I‘ve never allowed myself to accept it. Or even entertain the thought of what it means.” He brushes his fingers over Azriel‘s cheek and kisses him again.

“There is so much between us — a past, hate, differences, hurt, regret, a whole lot of things we said to each other, words that can‘t be taken back.”

“You don’t have to accept the bond,” Azriel quickly says and it is almost like a bolt of burning pain spears into his heart. His soul. The hurt spreads, and his chest feels heavy. 

“I‘ve never said that I don’t want to accept the bond — Hel, I haven’t even entertained the thought of accepting it yet.” Eris shakes his head. “I want a mating bond. I want someone at my side who I can love unconditionally. Who loves me unconditionally. Someone who I can consult in court matters and who provides me with the necessary distraction and comfort once court business is over for the day. I want someone who—”

“Cares.” Azriel shuts his mouth and his eyes. 

“Yes.” Eris‘ voice is barely above a whisper. Tentatively, he leans in, closing his mouth over Azriel’s lips, kissing him deeply. “Say that you want me,” Eris mumbles before he kisses the corner of Azriel’s mouth.

“I want you, you bastard, and you know it,” Azriel groans. “I desire you. I need you.” Their lips are sealed once more.

They lose track of time. Of space. Minutes pass. Or hours, days weeks, years. It doesn’t matter. Everything fades into significance for as long as their lips touch. Only when out of breath, do they part and Azriel straightens up. He moves to change his position on the bed, and Eris' heart drops – Azriel is going to leave already.

“Stay.” Eris‘ hand instinctively curls around the spymaster’s wrist, feeling the marred skin against his soft palm. “Stay with me tonight. You can leave before the sun rises. But for now. Please, stay.” Eris swallows thickly. “Please.”

A flicker of hesitation passes over Azriel’s face, and is soon replaced by unease. Worry. The shadowsinger doesn’t have to say anything, it is all in his eyes, and Eris brushes his thumb over the back of Azriel’s hand. “Not for sex.”

The shadowsinger lifts his chin, and the look he wears is far from his usual expression. There is no cold in it, no indifference. His cheeks are rosy and his lips form a sheepish smile. 

“Huh?” Azriel raises a brow, but then has to chuckle. “This is not where my worry comes from. What if Beron catches us here, he will hurt you–”

“He can’t find me here – can’t find us here. This place is protected by my magic.”

Azriel finds himself nodding slowly, accepting this answer. They should truly be safe here.

“But concerning what you said…” He clears his throat. “I have never been with a male before,” he admits silently. “Hel, I‘ve not even kissed a male before you.”

“Good,” Eris says and his voice edges on a growl.

Azriel’s cock tightens at the noise, but he keeps holding Eris‘ gaze, despite his lids now feeling a little heavier.

“It does something for my pride to be your first.” He smirks, but the expression fades quickly, his hand clasping Azriel’s tightly. “Only if you allow me to, of course.”

The shadowsinger leans in again, hating that there is so much distance between them, his forehead resting against Eris‘ once more, their noses brushing. “I have hated you so much, for such a long time — or that was what I thought.” His eyes close, voice heavy with emotion. “But I have to be honest with myself now, and let me tell you, there‘s nothing I would want more than that.”

Azriel‘s lips brush the prince‘s. Only swiftly and then his lips curl. “If I stay here tonight, can you hold me in your arms?”

Eris‘ body stiffens, and his throat works on a swallow. “Yes, whatever you want, Azriel.”

The spymaster removes Truth-Teller, carefully laying it down on the ground beside the bed, then he strips out of his boots, placing them beside his hunting knife. He climbs onto the bed – this time completely–, his heart beating in his throat when Eris makes room for him, moving carefully due the still fresh wounds and newly-opened scars on his body. Eris lies down on his side, and Azriel curls up against him, head fitting in right beneath Eris‘ chin, the heir’s arm sliding around the spymaster’s waist.

“Your hair…” Eris inhales a deep breath.

“Yes?” Azriel shifts closer, so close their bodies are melding, fronts pressed against one another, Eris‘ hand resting where Azriel’s wing is connected to his body.

“You smell nice.” Eris laughs softly and it makes his chest vibrate against Azriel’s head. The shadowsinger soaks up the noise, the deep, hoarse sound and revels in it. He loves it and slowly, despite the massive pile of problems that lay between them, his heart seems to have arrived.

He has never been held like that. Not since he was a little boy.

Cassian has often draped an arm over his body, holding him tightly. But only after they had passed out somewhere in the House of Wind, after a night full of liquor, and getting absolutely drunk. It was never in a romantic way…

Azriel is nervously nibbling on his lower lip because he can’t quite place his emotions. This should be weird and odd and strange, and he shouldn’t enjoy it so much. Not when the male in whose arms he finds himself lying is Eris Vanserra. But it feels so damn right, his soul singing the most beautiful melody, warming his chest from the inside out, the bond’s golden threads finally being able to reach for their counterpart. 

“You think we can make–” Eris clears his throat. “You think there can truly be something between us?” 

“More than secret meetings and kisses in the dark?”

Eris brushes his lips over Azriel’s head, his hold tightening. “Mhm.”

“I don’t know how to tell my family,” Azriel answers honestly, his face still buried in Eris' chest. He can’t look at him, knowing he wouldn’t be able to bear the look in his eyes. The possible hurt there. The potential sadness.

It is almost like Eris can read his mind. Warm fingers curl around Azriel’s chin and he is forced to look up at his mate. Despite his worries, he doesn’t find hurt in Eris’ eyes. Only understanding. Sympathy. Warmth.

“You don’t need to tell them. Not now. We can see what there truly is between us and if it works out. If our desire is enough to become something more. To turn into something. Something that is love. You can always tell them later.”

Their gazes lock. “You have doubts about this bond? About…us being able to love each other?”

Eris caresses Azriel’s cheek, tenderness etched into every line of his face. He leans in and kisses the shadowsinger‘s brow. “A lot has happened between us. A lot of bad things, Azriel. It is not so easy, we won’t just fall in love with each other and forget everything that has happened in the past.”

Eris closes his eyes when they start to line with tears. “I‘m scared that there will forever be something between us…an obstacle we can’t overcome. I haven’t allowed myself to even consider liking you for so long, and—”

“We can manage this.” Azriel places his palm flat against his mate’s chest. “Not a long time ago, I would have never even thought about you and I being anything else other than enemies. I would have never considered kissing you, or lying in your arms…things change. ”

Azriel pushes up on his elbow and hence leaves Eris‘ embrace. But only half, the prince‘s hand falls to his hip, staying there.

“Now you are all and everything I can think about. All I want, and need. I think about you all the time and as much as I hated to admit it, I couldn’t bear the feeling of being away from you for too long. That’s why I was constantly sneaking around in Autumn.” Azriel’s chest lifts with a deep inhale. “It all reached its peak when I felt your pain today…it shredded my heart into pieces and all I could think about was getting to you as fast as possible.” 

A stray tear escapes the corner of Eris’ eye. “You saved me.”

“No, Eris, you saved me.” 

The heir’s brows furrow, but before he can continue, Azriel offers him an explanation. “I felt like I was falling into an endless pit of darkness, but now that there is the possibility of this,”– using his hand he motions between them– “, between us turning into something more, into something beautiful, some light is filling my life again. And I know it will change everything and I know explaining to my family won’t be easy, but…” 

Something akin to a breathy sob leaves Azriel. Eris digs his fingertips into his waist, his lower lip trembling.

“I want to explore this bond with you. I want to talk with you about everything that has happened between us and overcome every obstacle that has been put into our path, Eris. I want us to share stories of our childhood, our fears and our hopes and dreams,” Azriel says and slides his scarred hand to Eris' throat, fingers curling. “I want you. And I will forever hold onto the hope of us eventually falling in love.”

“Azriel,” Eris starts, but his voice cracks. “I want you too.” He makes them roll over, and as he settles on top of Azriel, he grinds his hips against the other’s and it elicits the most beautiful, male noise from the spymaster.

Their lips meet in an open-mouthed kiss, teeth clacking, hands roaming and exploring the other’s body. The first brush of Eris‘ tongue against Azriel’s, makes the spymaster feel alive, electric. Eris tastes like firewood, earthy and musky. Like charred wood mingled with the subtle yet spicy sweetness of cinnamon. Like a flickering fireplace on a crisp evening, smokey and warm. Eris tastes like home.

Flames of need burn beneath his skin with every flick of Eris‘ tongue. Azriel’s balls draw tight and he allows himself to groan, the sound pure, and primal when it slips through his lips.

At the noise, purely male smugness fills Eris and he grazes his teeth along Azriel’s lip, then lower to his jaw, and his neck. Letting his tongue glide over Azriel’s skin he drinks in his scent, moaning when the smell seeps into his nostrils and infuses his mind. 

But he can’t stay away from the shadowsinger’s lips for too long — they are too inviting and the taste of Azriel too beguiling.

Azriel’s hand glides down the solid, corded back of the heir, and when his palm smoothes over Eris‘ rear, he squeezes, feeling how his muscles tense.

“Mine.” Eris flicks his tongue against Azriel’s. The shadowsinger’s hips jerk in answer, back bowing slightly, wings twitching and a strangled groan leaves his throat.

“Surely no sex?” Azriel teases, voice breathy and hoarse.

Eris‘ teeth sink into his skin. “No,” he growls, “because when I fuck you for the first time I want us to do it in a proper bed.”

He moves off Azriel, and pulls the stunned shadowsinger flush to his chest, their bodies perfectly fitting against one another. “Sleep now, Shadowsinger.”

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Eris has always been pale. Very pale. As white as the walls in the Moonstone Palace.

But right now, as Azriel gazes at him, his lips involuntarily form a grimace — Eris is almost translucent. Cold sweat coats his forehead and his limbs tremble.

This is not good, Azriel knows this. This is actually really bad, his bloodstream must have collapsed or is close to doing so.

"Eris," Azriel whispers, dragging his scarred fingers down the side of Eris‘ face. "Wake."

The Autumn Court heir only shifts, his lids barely opening, but his lips form a lazy smile. "Azriel." Eris‘ voice is so soft, so full of…love, Azriel‘s heart can’t barely take it. 

"Is this a dream or is this real?"

"Can’t it be both," Azriel answers, smiling at the memory — months ago he gave him that very same answer.

"This time it feels real," Eris hums and his eyes open. He looks at Azriel through a heavy-lidded gaze, chest rising and falling with laboured breaths.

"Because it is real." Azriel wants to lean in, seal their lips together, but the moment his forehead touches Eris‘ hot and sweat-covered skin, he is reminded of the prince‘s condition. His alarm bells ring anew.

"When did you last eat?"

Eris doesn’t answer and so Azriel moves his hand lower, to Eris‘ shoulder, shaking him softly. "Eris, answer my question."

"I don’t remember."

"You need to eat, and drink."

"I need to hold you, Azriel," Eris answers matter-of-factly.

To make his point clear, Eris tightens his hold on Azriel, but the shadowsinger has none of it. Eris needs food and water, and that within the next seconds.

So, he lets his head fall into the crook of Eris‘ shoulder, and kisses his skin. Simultaneously his hand glides down to Eris waist, then to his backside.

"Eris," he rasps, and the Autumn Court heir‘s hips buck in response. "You need to eat!"

With that Azriel pushes up, slipping out of Eris’ hold that has turned a little sluggish.

"Can I find food here?"

Water he knows is here, he has cleaned Eris‘ wounds earlier. But food! Hopefully, Eris has something stored here.

Eris doesn’t answer immediately, he only shifts on the bed, pinning Azriel with a look. "I‘ll eat tomorrow."

"I won’t be discussing that." Azriel pads toward the make-shift kitchen, and on a dusty shelf within one of the weathered cupboards he truly finds a stale piece of bread. 

"You are bossy," he hears Eris say behind him, and a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. "It‘s not like you don’t like it."

Azriel’s chuckling, though, is cut short. 

"Do you like me?"

Azriel almost drops the piece of bread and the glass of water in his other hand. His eyes widen and for a moment he only stares at the heir. It is all he can do, but then he breathes in deeply and squares his shoulders and walks toward the bed.

 "I wouldn’t be taking care of you if I didn’t like you," he answers in his usual cold and emotionless voice and sits down on the bed, handing Eris the glass of water. "I don’t know when loathing turned into liking, but—"

"I think this is what the bond does." Eris takes a sip, then another one and then gulps down the whole glass.

"I knew you were thirsty," Azriel says, almost a little triumphantly. "But no, I don’t think so. Not entirely at least."

Eris pushes up on his elbow. "What do you mean?" The only explanation he has ever had for liking Azriel was the bond.

"With the bond’s involvement, I started to think more about you, reflect about things you said to me, I said to you, how you reacted. I considered our interactions a little more deeply, and I slowly started to understand you better."

Eris‘ throat bobs when he swallows, and with all the strength he has left in him, he pushes up on his hand so he is on eye-level with Azriel. The shadowsinger’s scarred hands fumble with the piece of bread, tearing off a smaller piece, but Eris closes his hand over Azriel’s, stopping him.

"I can’t accept food from you," he tells him. "Not yet at least." Eris lifts their connected hands to his lips, kissing each of Azriel’s scarred knuckles and awareness dawns on the spymaster…

"I will eat when I return to the Forest House tomorrow morning, I’ll be fine."

Slowly, Azriel begins to nod. "Promise me?"

Eris slides his hand down Azriel’s arm, up to his shoulder, pulling him in. "I promise," he whispers and kisses him so softly that tears start to build up in the shadowsinger’s eyes. "Have you had someone to look out for you when you were a child, Azriel?"

The shadowsinger shakes his head, then rests his forehead against Eris‘. "For a long time I didn’t. My mother did when I was very later, but she couldn’t always take care of me. Many years later, Rhys and Cass."

Eris sighs. "It’s the same with my mother." His eyes close. "You have no idea how much I appreciate what you are doing for me right now. How much…what it means to me. I have always been alone after he…hurt me. I’ve never had anyone to take care of me, to tend to my wounds apart from healers. I will forever be grateful that you are here tonight, and that you didn’t leave me alone with the darkness. With the demons in my mind."

His lips brush Azriel’s once again. A single tear slips out of the spymaster’s eye, and he curls one arm around Eris, careful of the wounds that still have not fully healed.

With a voice, heavy with emotion, the shadowsinger says, "After the ball in the Hewn City you asked me about my scars."

Eris’ nod is shallow, and Azriel can feel his patience. He won’t push him, lets him find his time to open up. 

"My step-brothers wanted to test my Illyrian healing powers. They poured oil over my hands and set them on fire." 

He holds onto his mate, Eris‘ scent lingering in his nose is everything he needs to calm himself.

"Are they dead?"

"They have been taken care of, yes!"

"Fucking beasts," Eris growls. “I would behead them all myself if they still were.” A lethal fire starts to glow in Eris’ eyes that tells Azriel that he truly means it. 

But his demeanour shifts, a softer, warmer expression passing over his face, and in a more composed voice, he adds, "Together we can learn to no longer fear fire, to find beauty in it and not only see the haunting memories and ugly side of it."

"Together." Azriel smiles, almost a little sheepishly, and a hum vibrates from his throat. "You shouldn’t be scared of your own powers."

Eris’ chin drops to his chest, and he huffs coldly. “"I’m scared these powers will one day turn me into him, that I one day will be the same monstrous and cruel beast my father has turned into."

"You won’t!" Azriel’s voice is sure and stern, loud. “I know this.”

But Eris shakes his head. “You don’t, Azriel. He doomed my soul. There is a darkness within me I can’t always fight. I have bad thoughts and sometimes act on them. So what if this darkness will one day win. What if I—"

Azriel claims his mate’s mouth in a deep kiss that quickly turns from passionate to ravishing. It becomes a dance of tongues, a symphony of gasps and soft groans, when their lips meld. "I won’t let this happen," Azriel assures him, nipping at the corner of Eris‘ mouth. Slowly he lowers himself to bed, stretching out his wings, the ends draped over the edge of the bed. He brings Eris with him, making sure the heir carefully lies down on the not so sensitive parts of his wings.Eris nuzzles into him.

"I won‘t let it get this far. Even if we don’t accept this bond, I will make sure of it. I will always be there to remind you that deep within your chest you are good – that you have a good heart, Eris Vanserra."

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“It‘s still dark.” Eris kisses the spot right below Azriel’s ear and feels how the shadowsinger shudders in reaction. “We still have time.” His mouth opens a little wider, and he nips at his skin. His lips slide to Azriel’s throat, and the shadowsinger‘s pulse leaps when Eris finds the spot right above the collar of his Illyrian leathers.

Eris pulls back with a smirk, slumping back against the pillow.

Azriel drops his boot, shifting back into the bed, lying down next to Eris once again, his lips curling when he takes in Eris’ drowsy expression. He wants to wake up to the sight of it every damn day of his life, then kiss the life out of the heir, and stay tangled between the sheets until breakfast is ready, fucking or slow lovemaking – everything. 

“What are you thinking about?” Eris hums, his hooded gaze dropping to Azriel’s lips. 

“All the wicked ways in which I want you to claim me.” Azriel grins at him and Eris knows he has never seen a more beautiful sight. His lips part, but no words leave him. He truly is too stunned about Azriel’s honesty, and what he said. And his beauty. 

“Share them with me!” Eris places his hand against the side of Azriel’s throat, feeling his pulse quicken beneath his warm skin. He gently brushes his thumb over the stubble on Azriel’s jaw. “Tell me.”

Azriel snickers, and lowers his gaze. “What can I say…I have never sucked a High Lord’s cock before.” He meets Eris’ gaze again with a smirk on his lips. 

The future High Lord grins, his eyes lighting up. “What a coincidence – I’ve never had a shadowsinger suck my cock before.”

Both of them have to laugh at that, their souls feeling so much lighter all of a sudden, their smiles radiant despite what is happening outside the confines of this hut.

“I have also never touched wings before,” Eris drawls. “Are the rumours true that they are very sensitive?” 

Azriel’s dick hardens at the mention of his wings and the possibility of having Eris play with them. He gives him no immediate answer, only chases the prince’s lips, kissing him deeply, his leg wrapping around Eris thigh. “You shall find out when we accept the bond.”

“Mhm, I cannot wait.” 

In the moments that follow, they are smiling at each other, drawing soft circles onto the other’s skin, their eyes not once breaking contact. Sadly, a flicker of gloominess passes over Eris’ face a moment later, and although he tries to play it down, hide it, Azriel has noticed it. 

“Tell me,” he whispers and Eris understands without having to ask what Azriel means. 

“Despite this here feeling so damn good right now, it is so hard,” Eris mumbles, “to accept what I want…what I want from you.” His throat feels too dry.

Azriel lifts a scarred hand, resting his warm palm against Eris‘ equally warm face. “If you don’t want a bond, if all you want from this relation—from me is something physical, if all you want is sex, then I‘m alright with that.” His gaze is downcast to where his limbs are entangled with Eris‘, the prince’s hand resting on his thigh. 

“Azriel,” Eris whispers, and pauses until Azriel’s gaze flicks to his. “That is the problem.” A small smile tips up the corner of his lips. “I want physical intimacy, and I definitely blame the bond for why I want you so damn much, but I want more than that. You are my mate, and this is something rare. We are lucky to be two chosen ones who are granted a bond.”

His hand strokes up on Azriel’s thigh until he rests it on his waist. “I want this bond with you, despite what lies between us, despite our past. I want to see if we eventually fall in love, if love has a chance to blossom within our hearts. I want to wake up with you in my arms, kiss you before we fall asleep, hold your hand, make love to you all throughout the night, but—”

Azriel’s eyes line with tears, his breath catching. “But?” He swallows around the lump that has formed in his throat, probably the size of a peach.

“But I want to give us time. I can’t—we can’t accept the bond immediately. We need time to talk, to figure things out, to fall in love slowly, but I want to give it a try, if it is what you want.”

His lips coast over Azriel’s forehead, leaving a slightly damp trail behind. 

“I want this,” the spymaster whispers and his shadows visibly relax and then start to swirl, almost like they are dancing over Azriel and then also Eris.

A few more soft kisses and sensual touches are exchanged until Azriel has to return to Velaris. He has a lot to share with his family, and there is not enough time to do so, anyway.

“Before you leave, there is something I need to ask of you, Azriel.”

The shadowsinger fixes Truth-Teller, his eyes lingering on his hunting knife for a moment longer until he looks up. “Everything.”

There is gratitude on Eris’ face, but also fear. “My mother needs to be taken away from the Autumn Court. She isn’t able to leave alone, she is strong and powerful, but–”

“I’ll get her out! I will make sure she gets to Night safely.”

“Thank you.” Eris bows his head, his hand placed over his heart.

“Don’t thank me. Not for something like this. It’s the least I can do to help you.” Azriel closes the distance between them, cradling Eris face in his hands, kissing his forehead. “After all, she will one day be my mother-in-law.”

Both males have to smile, the bond becoming more and move alive between their souls.

“You are truly not half as bad as you make everyone believe, Eris.” Azriel rests his forehead against his mate’s who fists his Illyrian leathers, holding on tightly. Then he huffs loudly. “I remember when Morrigan told me the same.”

Azriel’s brows lift, but before he can ask what Eris means, the Autumn Court male decides to share the whole story, the whole truth about him and Morrigan, with Azriel, putting all the cards on the table. It has been so long, it is finally time to share it with someone.

Azriel is surprised to say the least when Eris is done and also a bit disappointed that it is Eris whom he finds out everything from and not from Mor. (Eris didn’t share the details about Mor’s sexuality, he has no idea if she has already shared this part of her and knows it is not his place to out her.)

There is so much more to talk about, so many stories to share, but time isn’t on their side.

“Leave now, or your High Lord will start asking questions,” Eris urges.

“I have to tell them, anyway.” Azriel caresses Eris’ cheek. “I want to tell them. Maybe not everything immediately, but I need to tell them eventually.” Eris nods in understanding. “Don’t pressure yourself.”

Holding each other tight and close, they stay like this for a few minutes longer until it is really time for Azriel to leave. He can’t waste anymore time. The inner circle needs to be let in on everything Eris has told Azriel about ending Beron’s life and reign. And the rescue of the Lady of the Autumn Court and her shelter in the Night Court. Rhysand has to know so he can start preparing everything – for the turmoil that may erupt within Prythian and Imala’s stay in their court. 

As they step outside, the dogs are still alert, keeping watch just like in the hours before. Azriel had already told Eris about them, how they had helped him find Eris, how they sat down to keep watch. The prince feels incredibly thankful and proud when he sees his loyal dogs and can’t help but smile. 

Cerberus, the biggest dog, tilts his head and lets out a quiet bark, but he doesn't move from his spot. Eris nods back at him, "Thank you." 

Then he tentatively reaches for Azriel’s hand. “Thank you. For everything, Azriel.” He smiles at the shadowsinger, and it feels so right and so good. Azriel returns the expression, curling his fingers around Eris’ hand. “I’ll see you soon.”

Eris bows his head. “I’ll see you.”

Azriel moves away from him, walking down the two wooden steps until his feet touch the mossy forest ground. He sighs and stops, his hand sliding over Truth-Teller. 

Eris waits, wanting to watch how Azriel spreads his wings and takes off, or disappears into his swirling shadows. But neither happens. 

Slowly, Azriel turns back to Eris, locking his gaze with the Autumn Court heir. Almost like in slow motion, he unsheathes Truth-Teller, holding it in front of his body. “There’s one more thing, Eris.” 

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[zozo-01]

"but it burns me up when i let you down."

Google Docs said I started this fic back in August of 2022 and now two years and an accent change later, I'm finally done!! David and Darlin' unfortunately hold a part of my brain that refuses to leave me, despite my adoration for their canon counterparts. So its only fair if I gave them the same treatment that I do for the others!! :D

Thanking the lovely @thesunandmoons-blog, @lostinanothersmemories and @friendlyfaded for probably forgetting this fic existed, but it's here!! And thanking my beloved @taelonsamada and @nortyourself for reviving it again. Finally, a huge shoutout to @androgynouspenguinexpert for being the amazing beta they are and @floofdeloop for making the playlist where I got the title from!!

CW: No Angel or Sam AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Kidnapping, Torture, Blood, Broken Bones, Vomit, Character Death, it's off screen, Allusions to a Toxic Relationship and Sexual Assault, not explicitly mentioned but very much implied, Non-Consensual Trancing, vampires obvi, Quinn is a Bad Man, Canon Divergent, an alternative take on how the quinn storyline could have gone, Divine Intervention, it's me im the intervention, Love Confessions, in the most convoluted way possible, David is Bad at Feelings, And so is Darlin', Quinn is not British, apologies my bad for that, i started writing this two years ago and how so much has changed, shoutout to the Leafs once again except they're doing alright, for now

click here for the ao3 link!!

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“Here.” 

“Why the fuck are you giving me a necklace?”

“Thought it was pretty and you’d like it. So take it.”

“Alright, no need to be pushy baby Alpha.”

“How many times have I told you not to call me ‘baby Alpha?”

“And I won’t stop… I- um… thank you for the necklace… David.”

“...Of course Darlin'.”

David was chained up to the wall of what he thought was a basement. There was blood seeping into the hardwood floors, some of it was his and some of it was dried up from long ago. The style of the room was similar to a bar that Darlin' frequented during their lone wolf days. How he knew that wasn't important. Was the dried blood theirs? He shook that thought from his head. He had more important things to focus on. But they're important too.

It looked like he was trapped in a bar storage room, judging by the varying bottles of alcohol along the shelves. He couldn’t tell. His eyes were too damn blurry to see his hands when he held them close to his face.

He tried to lift his head from the floor, but it was throbbing with pain. The pounding registered as its own sound, but that couldn't stop him. He needed to lift his head, move his body, so he could see what the hell was going on. 

His first thought was to shift through the chains, hoping that they would break with his larger wolf form. But one look at the handcuffs made him realize why that was a terrible idea. They were magic dampening cuffs, the kind the Department would use to contain 'dangerous shifters'. If he decided to try and shift through these cuffs, his wrists and ankles would have shattered. With no healer nearby, this would have been a death sentence.

David pressed his palms on the floor, attempting to get up. This time, he was able to lift himself onto his knees, ignoring the aches that seemed to be everywhere. After a deep breath, he straightened his back, leaning onto the wall behind him. As he shifted to sit in a more comfortable position, his eyes began to clear up. He was able to see properly again. He saw what—who was in front of him and sat there, body trembling at the sight of the man in front of him.  

“So tell me, Alpha, how long do you think it will take for my little wolf to show up?”

He may not remember how he got here. What he did know is that the vampire Darlin' has been hunting for the last two years was in front of him. 

Quinn sat on a chair, legs crossed and hands placed in his lap. He cocked his eyebrow. “Well, I’m waiting for my answer,” he said impatiently. Quinn wanted an answer now.

David took a deep breath. “They won’t be coming for me,” he said, lying through his teeth. Darlin' was the type to lay down their life for a stranger. They always cared more for others than they did themselves. If they had heard anyone was alone with Quinn, they’d haul ass to save them. Only God knows how fast Darlin' would be running if they knew it was David in Quinn’s clutches. Part of him was desperately hoping that they wouldn’t come. That they would have faith in him to save himself.

His more selfish side wanted them to be there. To see for himself that they were okay. To end Quinn’s life in front of them. To end their living nightmare.

It was his duty as their Alpha and it was his duty to his heart.

Quinn found David’s lie so amusing that he let out a laugh of disbelief, wiping the tears falling from his eyes. “Now that— that was a good joke Shaw,” he choked through his laughter. Letting out his final chuckles and calming himself, he got up from his chair and stalked towards the wolf. David tried to get up, but the chains locked onto his wrist were too short to let him stand. The most he could do was kneel before the vampire.

Quinn stood in front of David, eying the defiant Alpha. He crouched down to meet the wolf’s eyes. He glanced down to David’s bloody, snarling mouth. 

“I forget how sharp shifter teeth are.” Before David could move away from the vampire, Quinn grabbed his chin and opened his mouth, admiring the shifter’s canines. “Reminds me how much they loved my teeth.”

David’s eyes went wide. ‘Makes me remember how much they loved my teeth?’ What the hell did he mean by that? He didn’t know what Quinn was saying and he hated not knowing. But he had an idea.

A deep snarl came from the wolf within him. The images of his— no, not his. As much as he wishes they were, Darlin' was not his to claim. The image of the wolf he knew laying on a bed - fuck, they’d look gorgeous on their back - with Quinn on top of them was enough to make his skin crawl. Picturing the vampire sinking his teeth into Darlin'’s neck makes him want to throw up.

“Oh? You don’t like that?” Quinn smirked, showing off his fangs. Fangs that had the luxury of marking their skin. “You don’t like the idea that they used to beg for my teeth? That my fangs had the pleasure of tasting them?” 

David had to remove himself from this situation, at least mentally. He couldn't just sit there and let Quinn talk about Darlin' in such a demeaning manner. For a moment, David could forget about his predicament and just think about Darlin'. Their beautiful body and somehow more gorgeous heart. No one could have captured his heart the way they did, he'd keep 

 A sharp pain bloomed across David’s face, knocking him out of his thoughts, and his mouth filled with the iron taste of blood. It took him a second to realize that Quinn had punched him square in the jaw.

He looked up at the vampire, who was wiping the Alpha’s blood from his knuckles. 

“Apologies for the drastic measures, but I can’t have you think of them like that.” Quinn paced around the room and his hands were clasped together as he spoke. “Believe me, I know they are incredibly attractive, but that doesn’t give you permission to think of my wolf like that.” 

David took a deep breath. The chained up Alpha was in no position to make threats against the Old Blood in front of him, but he needed to say something to relieve the pent-up anger. He was going to explode from the rage at the thought of Darlin' ‘belonging’ to a man like Quinn.

In all honesty, David was fuming at the thought of Darlin' not being his.

“They’re not yours.”

“Oh really?” Quinn said in a low growl, daring David to finish his thought.

“They don’t belong to anyone.” David wolf howled right under the skin, and had it not been for the magic dampening cuffs, he would have made sure his body would be unrecognizable.

He cackled like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. “Is that sentiment supposed to make you feel better about the fact that my mark is on them?”

David’s jaw clenched as a smirk arose on Quinn’s face. “Am I wrong in saying that? My teeth were in their skin. My mark is on their body.” He let out a manic laugh, pacing around the room in a frantic glee, the total opposite of the calm villain role he was playing earlier. Darlin' probably just had that effect on him, unfortunately.

 He knelt down, cupping David’s jaw in his hand. "Whether you like it or not, they’re mine. And I never let go of what rightfully belongs to me,” he sneered.

David snarled, trying to bite off the vampire's hand. The thought of him laying his filthy hands on Darlin' was enough to make him hurl, so why not do something to prevent that from happening, or at least try to? “You fucking touch a single goddamn strand of hair on their head, and I swear to God I will rip you to shreds.”

Quinn clicked his tongue, dropping David’s limp head, and continued to slowly pace around in the glorified dungeon. “It’ll be easier if you just—” he paused, placing his foot on David's back and crushing him under his heel, grinning at the grunt of pain the Alpha let out. “Give them to me. You could never love them the way I do, it's clear with the way you call them trouble." 

David knew it. It was something he told himself every single night for years. He wasn’t good enough when it came to welcoming them to the pack. He wasn’t good enough to keep them away from trouble, and they had the scars on their body was proof of his failure. He wasn’t good enough to keep their heart from breaking, watching and doing nothing as they fell in love with the monster in front of him.

He wasn’t good enough back then and not much has changed since.

But he was better than the sorry excuse of a person sneering at him.

David gathered the spit and blood and bile in his mouth. He refused to lay down and let Quinn say another word about Darlin’. 

But as Quinn's ears perked up, David's heart sank. There were footsteps coming down the steps, rushed and desperate to reach the basement of the bar. One sniff of the air confirmed who it was sprinting towards him, the last person he wished it was. And the person he was desperately hoping for.

Darlin' had found him. They were racing straight for the belly of the beast.

"They always hated to be late," he mused, soft and sweet like he had the right to think of them like that. Quinn turned back around to David, a crazed and wicked smile on his face. "Shall we give them a warm welcome, Alpha?"

David didn't want Darlin' to see him like this; his stomach curled at the thought. As Alpha, he tried to maintain that aura of invincibility that was expected of him. Any comment that compared himself to his late father made him beam with pride, all efforts made to replicate his presence rather than replace his father with his own leadership. But it had taken some time to find his stride with his new title, and Darlin' was instrumental to that. It was them who continued to stand by his side, even when his displaced anger should have scared them off. Yet Darlin' knew what pain hid under his anger, and he's incredibly thankful for them being patient with him.

From then on, he made an extra effort to control and compose himself around them. Apologies through acts of love weren't uncommon, and for a man who's as bad with his words as he was, actions spoke volumes. It wasn't fair that Darlin' had to constantly deal with his outbursts without any respite, so he opted to give them an extended break.

Covered with blood from various sources and broken beyond repair, David was far from the usual picture of poise. He pulled against his shackles in a vain attempt to be free, if not to save himself than at least to provide them enough time to run away. The chances of both of them escaping were improbable, but he can make sure that at least one of them will be free.

"What the fuck did you do, Quinn!?" they screamed with desperation, their voice entering the room before they did. He couldn't help but smile, at least he would see them one last time before he died.

Quinn's arm wrapped around David's neck like he was giving him a noogie, squeezing it and causing another choking fit. "Oh you know, precious, just two buddies hanging out, ain't that right, Davey?" His smile darkened, or maybe it was the blood around his mouth. If you take away all the gore and move this scene to a picnic field, this could have been cute. David chuckled in his head, morbid thoughts like those were exactly what he needed to keep sane. 

With no fear for their safety, Darlin made a move to step forward, only to stop when Quinn clutched his neck, nails breaking skin and dragging down his back. "If you take a step forward, I will hurt him."

Hesitation flashed in Darlin' eyes, and he hoped that it would be enough for them to turn their back and run. (It wasn't, and it never will be.)

Stomping towards the two and their claws peeking, David could feel their core become a ferocious snowstorm, cold and vicious, making sure that there would be no survivors. "I swear to God, if you don't let him go, I will—"

Familiar pain burst across David's neck, teeth and claws becoming too familiar to differentiate at this point. He wanted to throw up at the lewd moans that Quinn let out, disgusted that this man- monster was finding pleasure in his pain. He shivered at Darlin' being in his spot, the one who Quinn's fangs dug into. Quinn had passionately spoken about their blood, to an obsessive and slightly creepy extent.

Biting David had the effect that Quinn wanted on Darlin', with Darlin' stopping dead in their tracks. Their fearful eyes locked with his, retaliations dying in their throat. Despite being frozen in place, David could see them go backwards, going back to the person they were when they were with Quinn. All the healing they had achieved was undone at sight of the monster in front of them.

He tried to speak, willing to beg in front of them to leave, but any attempts to speak were crushed like his windpipes. Quinn's doing, of course. 

"Quinn, please…" Darlin's voice quivered as the anger within them died down, while David's rage continued to fester. How dare Quinn bring fear to their voice after going on about how much he cared for them. If Quinn really loved them as much as he claimed to, then he wouldn't be doing all of this. But it wasn't love that he felt for Darlin', it was the desire to control them.

"There's my precious little wolf," Quinn cooed, letting David's limp body slump onto the ground. He was glad that Quinn finally let him go, but David was too concerned with the way Quinn was stalking towards his wolf. He tried, Lord knows he tried, to crawl towards Darlin' and save them, but with all the injuries, he was lucky to move a finger.

To their credit, Darlin' didn't take a step back as Quinn got closer. Davidd knew it was because they refused to let him scare them. Defiant in the face of death, dying as a martyr with conviction of steel was an honourable way to die. 

Their cold expression faltered a little bit when Quinn started to play with their hair. Growls died in David's throat, the only noise he was letting out was blood choking him to stay quiet. His inner wolf was begging to let himself out, but try as he might, he couldn't tackle Quinn where he stood. David didn't know if this hurt him more as their Alpha or as the man that loved them.

"What do you want, Quinn?" they asked, careful to not look him in the eyes, presumably to stop them from being tranced tonight. Darlin' took a moment to compose themselves, giving their signature killer look that would turn Quinn to ash. But they weren't Superman, and this wasn't a fairy tale.

(It could be if you wanted it, no? You have the power to turn this around and make sure everyone leaves tonight alive. They would be broken and bruised and would never forget this night, but they'll be able to remember. So please, help us, save them.)

(Darlin's hand slipped into their back pocket unbeknownst to the two men. They were lucky that their silencer was on.)

"Oh precious, that's no way to greet your man," he purred, eyes trailing their body in a way that made Darlin's skin crawl. He held the side of their face, nails digging into their cheek and making them look into his eyes. They ignored the pain, keeping their eyes shut to stop any trancing. Drawing blood from their face, Quinn growled, "open your damn eyes, mutt."

"Oh please, you never needed to trance me to force me to do whatever the fuck you want," they said with a cold fury. David's mind conjured up the worst of what they meant by that. He threw up at the thought of it, more blood leaving his body.

Sick bastard that he was, Quinn laughed. "It really is so much fun to make you, I love seeing your fighting spirit." His smile dropped, voice going cold, making another switch from his frantic personal to someone more composed. "But I need you to open your eyes, pretty thing. You wouldn't want me to bite your Alpha—"

Quinn didn't need to finish his sentence before Darlin' shot their eyes open, pleading with him to not hurt David even more. He didn't know why they were so set to defend him, he could take care of himself. What the fuck was the point of being Alpha if he couldn't protect the people he cared about?

"Quinn please…" David wanted to cry at how quiet Darlin's voice became, an effort to not set off the vampire in front of them. It was too rehearsed, a tone they practiced many times in the reflections of shattered mirrors. "Why are you doing all of this? I don't understand why you can't just leave me alone."

"Well it's quite obvious, precious," he started, his hands trailing from their face to their waist. "I want you back, sweetie. I've missed you, your love, your care, your intoxicating aroma," he sniffed the air around them, moaning at their scent. "It's nice to know that after all this time spent with these wolves, you still are my ferocious little thing."

"They're not yours!" David yelled out as best as he could, even though his voice was still muffled by the blood in his throat. It wasn't a lot, but it was better than sitting on his broken bones and doing nothing.

Quinn glared at the Alpha behind him, finally acknowledging his presence. Finally, David was getting bored back here. "Which brings me to this mutt," he said with so much disdain, it filled David up with pride that he was able to make Quinn hate him as much as David loathed him. 

Darlin's eyes went wide and their mouth moved before they could think. "He didn't do anything wrong—" 

"Oh yes he did precious, don't you dare try to protect him," he sneered at them.

Finally letting go of Darlin', Quinn stalked around the room, eyeing the two wolves with accusations ready at his lips. "You never really loved me, not the way I loved you." He stopped a few paces behind them, staring David in his eyes. Good, as long as that fucker looked at him and not Darlin', then it would be a good thing in his book.

“So that got me thinking, why could you never commit fully to me? Why wouldn’t you compromise your ‘moral compass’ for me? Why didn’t you love me the same way that I love you? It hit me." Frantic voice and manic eyes had David wondering how on Earth Darlin' was able to love a monster like him. They were the only person he knew that would treat this vile creature with love and respect that he didn't deserve. 

"But I did love you," they said with hurt and guilt in their voice.

"But you didn't!" he finally yelled out. "You couldn’t because of how you felt for him.” Quinn pointed at David.

…Darlin' loved him? Darlin' loved him.

This was a dream come true in the most nightmarish way possible. 

He had no time to ponder on this new revelation, already light-headed with the way his heartbeat pounded. A selfish part of him was happy that his feelings were reciprocated, that they long for him the way he did for them. But like this? Against their own will and him bolted to the wall, there was no way this was their ideal way to confess. Knowing them, they'd probably have a meticulous plan to make sure that everything went perfectly. They'll never have the chance to confess the way they wanted to. Neither would he.

His rationale came back to him after the initial high. He may have not known Quinn the same way Darlin' did, but from what he'd heard and seen from him tonight, he was a delusional and jealous asshole. Never trusting anyone to have pure intentions. He couldn't fathom that he was the issue, so he might have created this reality to remove himself from any accountability from what he did to Darlin'. Yeah, that must have been it. It broke his heart, but he'd rather a lie than Darlin' having their feelings ripped out of them to be on display.

(David remembered how casually their parents would talk about their biggest failures, as if it was gossip to them. How Darlin' would laugh along with their parents' friends, in a vain attempt to stop themselves from crying. Dance little wolf, dance for us, they would yell out, finding joy in every fumble and misstep. Yet they never stopped, always getting back up and entertaining the crowd. Ripping their heart on a silver platter to feed the wolves around them, but it was never enough. So they would break and build themselves to entertain and if they could get a good laugh, then their job would be complete.)

Again Darlin's shining eyes stood in stark contrast with their stern face. "Congratulations, you spilled my darkest secret," they said coldly. Their darkest secret? David could see their magic coursing through their veins, ready to shift at a moment's notice. 

"The fuck are you going to do now?" they asked while cracking the bones in their hands, a sign that they were itching to fight but desperately needed to calm down.

"No need to bring out the claws, pretty thing. Unless you're going to dig them into me," he cackled, but the sick desire to be mauled by them was painted in bright colours on his face. Quinn took a couple steps towards them, standing between himself and Darlin'. "I just want one thing from you, precious," he started with a composed tone. "Come back with me, and I let your pathetic Alpha leave tonight alive."

The only thing that was stopping David tearing Quinn apart limb from limb were the stupid fucking magic dampening cuffs that were still on his wrist. So instead he pleaded to anyone above who was listening to force Darlin' to turn away and run. He might not have been able to save them back then, but he could at least stop them from reliving the same tragedy.

David could feel Quinn's fingers dig into his hair, pulling him up to look into his rotten eyes. "Don't speak while they make their decision, mutt," he ordered and with a flash of red, he felt the trance take over his body. Throat constricted and choking on a silent scream, he couldn't do anything while Darlin' was mulling over their options. 

There was no point in trying to guess what choice they would make, it being as obvious as they were beautiful. David tried to memorize every inch of them before they were gone forever.

Darlin' had always been too selfless for their own good, always putting others over themselves. It was what made David so obsessed with them, finding beauty and good in even the most despicable people. They had a gentle heart, one that was beaten and hardened with life but at the very core still remained one of the best people he's known. If given the option to save themselves or another person, they would choose the other no matter the circumstances.

They looked up with determined eyes and a final answer. David tried to scream and yell to get them to stop, but both their resolve and the trance were too strong for him to overcome.

Walking up to Quinn, Darlin' put their hand in his. A sheep walking straight into the jaws of a wolf. 

"I'll go with you, only if you promise to leave the pack alone," they demanded, making sure their sacrifice would not go in vain. Not that it would stop him, but empty promises were always better than none.

He rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll make sure that your silly little pack will be ok," he sighed with great effort and rolled his eyes. David couldn't help but be disgusted, not understanding how anyone could act like they needed to inflict pain to survive. "Besides, why need anyone else when I have you for the rest of our eternity?" he asked in glee, knowing his answer already.

(There were wolf howls in the distance, not far, but not close enough to make it there in time. They needed to find a way to stall him a little longer.)

Before Quinn could drag Darlin' off to their doom, they resisted, pulling back their arm to make one last request. "I want to say goodbye to him," they requested while looking at David. If they were scared, then they were doing a good job of hiding it. Something told him that he was the more terrified one between the two.

Quinn tried to argue against it, saying that if they stayed a second longer then he would go back on his promise. But with enough pleading and ass-kissing, he relented. "You can have your last goodbye. Make it count though because you'll never see them again," he sneered, spitting in Darlin's face in a show of dominance. 

They didn't respond, not wanting to test him even further. Not when David was here and in immediate danger.

They shuffled over to David, kneeling to be on eye level with him. Holding his broken and bruised face in their hands, he could see the amount of unsaid words running through their head. David tried to speak again, cursing the trance for forcing his silence. He wanted to reassure them that no matter what, he would always love them. That he was sorry for not telling them sooner. Maybe if he had they wouldn't have to turn to Quinn in the first place.

But most importantly, he wanted to tell them that he would hunt Quinn down, that through hell and high water that he was going to bring them back home. This wasn't a promise, this was a declaration that David would follow through with.

Finally finding the words to condense the years of love that they buried within themselves, Darlin' opened their mouth to speak. “I love you David," they whispered, tears already dropping onto their cheeks. "And I’m so sorry it has to end this tragically before it can even begin, but I would do the same thing. A hundred times over. In every damn universe where I have the honour and privilege of being able to love you.”

Darlin' did love him. And he repaid that love with nothing but pain. 

Quinn clearly had enough with not being the center of attention, deciding to take matters into his own hands to take Darlin' away. "Let's go, precious," he growled while dragging them up to his feet and pulling them away from David. "And before we go," he said, grinning while grabbing the necklace around their neck and ripping it off into a broken chain. "We don't need any extra baggage with us, right?" he snarked, glaring right at David. Quinn knew exactly where the necklace came from.

It was the necklace David gave Darlin' the night he realized how he felt for them.

As he tried to scream after them, his vision began to blur. Fuck, he couldn't have been passing out now! Not when they were still too close for him to save. But he lost too much blood, it being a miracle that he was still able to move, even if it was to hold his head still to look back at him. The further Quinn walked away from them, the looser the trance became. It didn't matter though, his voice was raw from earlier, and his body couldn't move with how beaten he was.

Darlin' managed one last look behind them, with one last apologetic look. He couldn't do much, but he could at least let them know the answer to their forced confession.

'I love you', he mouthed over to them. Tears were already welling in his eyes, knowing he would never get the chance to say to them properly, with confidence and love. 

But it seemed like that was all they needed. Vision fading, his last image of them was a content smile and the thought that they were loved was all they had asked for. Darlin' deserved so much more.

His eyes closed, hoping that maybe this would be the end of this nightmare. Maybe when he wakes up, Darlin' would be beside him, or even in his arms. Wouldn't that be lovely.

(The other wolves were close enough to help, leaving nothing but carnage and an unrecognizable corpse in their wake.)

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"Oh God, is he gonna wake up?"

"It's gonna take time for him to wake up. Quinn left did a shit ton of damage, so the healing magic's need to take his time to work properly."

"Thank you, Marie. I don't know what we would have done without you."

"No problem, Asher. How bout you and Milo go grab us some food to eat? It's been a hell of a week for all of us."

"No problem ma."

"Hey kid, you alright?"

"Hm? Oh. Yeah I'm good. It's just… weird seeing David so… vulnerable."

"But he's alive and that's all thanks to you, Darlin'."

"He wouldn't have been hurt if it wasn't for me!"

"We both know this ain't your fault, that was Quinn's. So don't be out here blamin' yourself for shit you didn't do."

"…Ok, I won't shit on myself."

–

David never was a deep sleeper, always waking up at the slightest sound in the area. So why didn't he wake up to the sound of another person's breathing in the room?

He opened his eyes, immediately wanting to go back to sleep. Exhaustion was so embedded in his bones and his throat was as dry as sandpaper. Looking to his bedside table on the left, he saw a water bottle and silently cheered. He uncapped it and chugged it down, getting some feeling back into his mouth.

He was so focused on his thirst that he didn't realize Darlin' was sleeping in a chair to the right of him.

His breath hitched. How on Earth were they still so pretty while they slept? So serene and peaceful, David would do anything to keep them in this state. The detail that stood out most to him were the tear tracks on their face. Who the fuck made them cry? Where were they so that he could give them a piece of his mind and a bite with his teeth.

His head throbbed in pain with memories from what he felt was last night. Quinn torturing him to lure in Darlin'. How fucking creepy he was when they showed up. The way he was about to drag Darlin' away from him and the pack permanently. The confession that seared itself into his brain.

Oh my God. They confessed their feelings to each other.

In his pondering about the confession, he didn't realize that Darlin' had woken up. It was only when they jumped into his arms to give him the biggest hug they could have given anyone.

"Thank God you're alive," they said softly, voice muffled with their face in his chest. Frozen and unsure of what to do next, he followed his instincts and wrapped his arms around them. One arm snaked his way to their back and he put the other on their head, giving them a little massage. (Their gentle hands were nothing like Quinn's harsh ones.)

Reluctantly, they both let each other go, letting their hands linger on the other's body. Silence filled the room as the two wolves stared at each other, his green eyes meeting their tear filled ones. David brought his hand up slowly, giving Darlin enough time to move away if they needed to. But they didn't. He wiped the tears falling down on their face, watching as that simple action was enough for them to break.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," they sobbed and apologized profusely, pretty eyes not looking at him anymore. He was scared that they were going to pull away from his hand, but instead they went back to burying their face in his chest.

David was confused. He didn't know why they were apologizing. If anything, he should have been the one saying sorry. Had he been not stupid enough to get kidnapped by Quinn, then they wouldn't have felt the need to play the martyr. Not that either of them were to blame, the reason was hopefully left to burn in the sun.

"Shhh, this wasn't your fault," he said to comfort them, rubbing a hand up and down their back. They pulled their head back and he could imagine all the arguments that they were willing to bring up as a rebuttal. He wasn't going to let them get the chance to atone for the sins of a dead man, especially one as cruel as him.

Before they could open their mouth, David held them by the shoulders. "Hey, nothing was your fault," he said sternly. He needed to be clear with them, lest they carry this unwarranted guilt with them for the rest of their life. "You don't need to apologize for what that asshole did to the both of us. Look at me when I tell you this," he emphasized while tilting their head up. "Everything, all of this, that was Quinn's shit, not yours. Don't let the leech tell you otherwise."

A shaky sigh and nod indicated that they heard him loud and clear. But he knew that Darlin' hearing his words and understanding them were two different things. It was ok though, he was going to stand by their side and help them through this.

Another period of silence settled in the room, this time with stiff and uncomfortable air. David didn't know how he was going to address the fucking confession. There was no denying their feelings for each other, no way to downplay their words to just a heightened adrenaline rush. So close to their hearts coming together, only to let circumstances from putting their hearts on their sleeves.

He was tired of letting circumstances dictate when or how he got what he wanted.

"I have tickets to the Dires game if you want to come with me." He absolutely didn't have tickets for the game, given how hard they were to come by. But he was sure that he could use his connections to get some. Anything for Darlin'.

Confusion grew on their face. "…You don't like hockey," they said with a questioning tone, and they weren't wrong. He was never a fan of any sports, not finding the intense stress he's seen his friends go through worth the struggle. But he could learn to like hockey for them. He could learn to like anything for them.

He shrugged to hide the fact that his heart was beating erratically. Acting in the most nonchalant way was his only answer to not making a fool of himself.

Ever observant as they were, Darlin' asked him, "is this your way of asking me out on a date?" They nailed the coffin that buried David's confidence.

"Well yeah, only if you want to of course." He stopped himself from rambling, it would have been unbecoming of him as an Alpha. But David couldn't help but let his nerves and anxious thoughts run rampant until they gave him an answer. The butterflies in his stomach were at their beck and call, and there wasn't any other way he would want it.

"Well, I guess I can't say no to free tickets," they giggled. It was a heavenly sound, worth all the pain and strife he'd had to go through in his life. If he had a purpose in this world, it was to keep them smiling, and he was going to take that job seriously. 

He told them the details about the date, when to get ready and when he was going to pick him up. While he was talking, he was trying to find a way to get tickets, going through all of the contacts that he knew. If all else fails, maybe he can beg Milo for his tickets. Dreams can come true and David was going to get those tickets somehow.

Mustering up the confidence, he leaned in closer to their face. "Can I kiss you?" he asked, making sure he had their full consent before kissing them. (He couldn't help but remember what they said about Quinn forcing them to love him.)

"Mm, I don't know," they teased with that perfect smirk of theirs. "I only kiss after the first date, Davey."  Their sultry tone did nothing to hamper the desire to bite their lips.

Instead of rejection, he laughed at their joke. "You're such an asshole," he said, in awe of the beautiful wolf in front of him.

"Yeah, but you love me."

He did. He loved them the way water rises to kiss the moon.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted fanfic #redacted david #redacted darlin #redacted quinn #david/darlin #i promise ill write for sam/darlin and angel/david to make up for this #but the parasites arent leaving me alone #zo writes tingz #this is zo speaking

[t1red-twilight]

go ahead and cry

summary: reader and spencer bond over daddy issues.

content/warnings: gn!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, cursing, trauma, daddy issues on both ends (spence and reader), no use of y/n, mention of self harm, ptsd, dissociation, lmk if i missed anything

notes: i have daddy issues (rip), and i wrote this as a way to cope with that (rip). so, this could be seen as being trauma dumping (do not read if you’re not comfortable with that). i wanted to acknowledge this in a separate section other than just the warnings. otherwise, this fic is very personal to me. i hope you enjoy it! ily!<3

word count: 2k

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you were driving spencer home from work. the air between the two of you felt tense; it had been this way since the second half of the work day at the office.

he couldn’t remember when you had started acting differently, just that at some point after lunch you started acting more melancholic. you had gotten so good at hiding this aspect of yourself that nobody noticed, or at least nobody that knew you as well as spencer noticed.

the soft hum of the music from the radio filled the silence, but the sadness emanating from you wafted throughout the car. he didn’t know how to address the situation at first, so he just sat and puzzled his mind for any sort of way to talk to you.

you, however, noticed that spencer was stuck in his head. “hey, are you alright?” you glanced over to him quickly then back to the road. you clicked the signal down and changed lanes. the clicking could be heard over the radio.

“uh, yeah? are you okay?” he fiddled with his hands in his lap and looked over at you. the sounds of his rigid breaths thrummed in your ears. you squinted at the lines on the road.

you paused before responding to his question, “yeah! why wouldn’t i be?” your voice was filled with false happiness, and was followed by an even more awkward laugh. this did not go unnoticed by spencer.

you don’t know why you thought you could hide anything from him, but knowing this didn’t stop you from trying to.

“you just seem…off.” he hesitated before continuing. “you’ve felt off for a little while today, actually.”

you hesitated again. “it's not a huge deal, you don’t need to worry about it.” looking over at him, you moved your hand from the wheel to place it in his lap on top of his. you smiled over at him again. he knew it was fake.

the remainder of the car ride went without any speaking. the silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but the silence felt unwanted on your end at least. spencer’s voice was the only thing keeping you from floating away from the moment.

you were mindlessly driving for the rest of the way home. the world was fuzzy and hazy. muscle memory kicked in and you got home safely despite not being aware of your surroundings or that anything had even occurred.

you were supposed to be going to spencer’s for the night, but you had ended up at your own apartment. “oh shit. sorry, i can drive us back to your place. force of habit, i guess.” you tried to blink off the haze that was cocooning you.

spencer watched you rub your eyes with the tips of your fingers and his brow furrowed. “no, it’s fine, we can stay here tonight. i love your apartment.” he moved his head so that he was looking into your downtrodden stare. he grabbed your hand and squeezed it. the scent emanating off of him was the same clean, linen scent that you had grown to love and gain comfort from.

your hand squeezed his back before you opened your door and grabbed both of your things. you lightly jogged over to his side of the car to open his door, holding out your hand to guide him out of it. once out, you locked the car and you both walked up to the entrance to the lobby.

when you were both in front of the elevator, he turned to you and sighed. “are you sure you’re okay? i don’t want to push you or anything, but you don’t have to feel bad about talking to me. that’s what i’m here for, you know?” the door opened, you copied his sigh.

pushing the button for your floor, you adjusted your hold on your’s and spencer’s things. he kept his head turned looking at you. his big doe eyes were pleading. he just wanted to help you. you had done so much for him, he just wanted an opportunity to return the favor.

he inched his pinky on his right hand over to your left hand. he laced your two pinkies together. your breathing halted before you unlaced your fingers to wipe a solitary tear from your cheek. you took your hand and reunited it with spencer’s, this time you interlocking your hands completely. his pleading seemed to get even more desperate, if possible.

“i just-” you cut yourself off and inhaled deeply. you felt the thin lines of scar tissue underneath your clothes burn. you desperately wanted to itch at them. “my dad called me on my lunch break today.” you stared off into the distance and clicked your fingernails against each other.

it seemed as if both of you stopped breathing for a moment. spencer was about to say something, then the elevator dinged. the walk to your apartment door made room for the silence to temporarily return. the floor creaked as you both approached your apartment.

the click of the your front door shutting prompted spencer to pull you in to a emphatically tight hug. it was the type of hug that filled your soul with warmth and quenched your thirst for closeness. you attempted to choke back your sobs, but when he held you tighter you broke.

you didn’t hug him back from the start, but quickly you dropped the jacket and bags that you had been holding and held him back with an equally powerful squeeze. your emotions took hold and coursed through you wholly.

“go ahead. you can cry, i don’t mind.” you pressed your cheek against his chest and sobbed. the wetness of your tears dampened his shirt. he placed one hand on the back of your head and held it close to the side of his neck. it was a precise movement, but it was not forceful in any way.

“do you want to talk about it?”

“what he said isn’t important. it just made me feel shitty. I can’t think about him without remembering everything- without feeling everything that he did.” you picked at the folds of fabric on the back of spencer’s shirt. the way that he was rubbing circles into your back provided grounding so that you didn’ float away again like you did in the car.

he made his breathing more pronounced and you understood what he was communicating. it wasn’t overly dramatic or mocking at all. your breathing began to match his. he pulled away and looked at you. “do you want me to distract you?”

“if it’s okay, i think i want to talk it out a little bit.” he offered a soft smile, one that you did not have the energy to return. he removed one arm from you back to reach behind him and take off his shoes. you pulled away from him completely and took off your shoes and your sweater you were wearing over your button down.

he motioned towards the couch. you sat next to him on it, and he grabbed your legs and swung them over his lap. you scooted closer to him so that you could lean on him but still look at his face. to an onlooker, this position might have looked awkward and maybe even a little strained and strange. you and spencer often found yourselves sitting like this. it provided everything necessary: a closeness that wasn’t smothering but gave the comfort that you two loved.

he took his left arm rested it around your waist while his right hand sat on your knee. “i know that he’s just trying to be a dad, but he isn’t my dad. he never was; he lost that privilege. he always finds a way to make me feel bad about something, or say something fucked up.” you paused.

“i know you don’t want me to say that i’m sorry, but i am. i’m sorry that you aren’t able to have that relationship with him that i know you once craved.” he took a breath, thinking about what to say. “ i do think, however, that it is fantastic that you’re dating me. one, because i love knowing you and knowing that you feel the same way; seeing as you’re beautiful, smart, and incredibly well spoken. two, because i have felt similar things in the past. i don’t know many people that come from broken families and have inoperable paternal relationships.” he tapped his nose on yours. when you looked at him, he gave you a small, wistful smile.

“how do you do it?” you asked him. he hummed in response. “how do you not let him control your life? i mean, how does he not affect you?” he rubbed your knee. you could practically see the wheels turning in his head.

“he does,” he said matter-of-factly. “well, i mean, the things that he did and said are instilled into who i am and have permanently impacted how i react and perceive things.” he took a deep breath, he was staring at the footrest at his feet. he looked back up at you. “i’m not perfect. some days are better than others. but, in the end we’re just children longing for the affection we were never given.”

the silence that surrounded you both as you thought of a way to respond was different than the one that held you both in the car. it was a silence that you were familiar with, it was saturated with the trust that you felt for him.

you laid your head down on his shoulder. the fabric of his button-down was stiff, but it was soft (once you had complained that spencer needed to invest in a better clothing softener. he abided).

spencer and his aura imbued your senses. he smelled and felt of comfort. you were acutely aware of how he gently and faintly rubbed his cheek against the top of your head.

“even though i can’t get back the childhood he took from me, i don’t ever stop wanting it.” your voice shook minutely. “i don’t have any faith that my father is a good person, or that he will ever change to become one. i don’t think i’ve ever looked at him and not seen the horrible ways he changed me. but i don’t ever stop wanting him to be better. he won’t be, and i know that to be a fact. but i know that he once had the potential to be something great, and i guess that gives me the faint underlying of hope that maybe, just maybe, he’ll do something to make up for what he did to me.”

spencer kissed the top of your head. you swore that you felt him crying but did nothing to question him on it. there was no need for him to respond that time; you just listened to his heartbeat. you payed attention to your breathing and tried to steady it.

after a few minutes, he said something. “i love you, and i’m sorry.” the simplicity filled the void in you, even though you knew that it was nonpermanent. you would eventually long for his comfort and repeat this dance again and again.

your voice was almost reduced to a whisper. “i’m sorry that sometimes i’m a mess-” he tried to cut you off but you spoke over him. “i’m sorry that i can’t ask for help when i need it- but i won’t stop needing you. i love you. please don’t leave me. i have no clue what i would do or who i would be if you weren’t with me.”

“i was trying to say that you aren’t a mess,” you could hear the watery smile in his tone, “you aren’t a mess. and i’m not going to leave. i could never do that to you. i am going to stay as long as you’ll have me stay. okay? as long as you’ll have me, i’ll be here. with you.”

and so, you sat like that. and for a moment, while spencer held you, you existed as one. the line blurred between you. you were two broken children finding solace in each other.

#spencer reid has daddy issues and so do i #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid angst #hurt/comfort #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #fanfic #x reader

[heluvschibi]

The Apocalypse: Intro...

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⚠️blood, mentions of su!c!de, jump scare? Cussing, mini panic attack(s)? (I think that's all, tell me if there is more.)

📄Please note that this is my first time writing anything zombie, horror, thriller, or apocalypse related.

👤I think the intro is pretty good. If you like it, please repost or like it. I kinda got writers block in the middle...sry

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Des:Living in my small apartment when the apocalypse started is not ideal, now I'm running low on food and water a necessary need for a living human... I have to leave...

words:1.2k

Y/n's POV

Chirp chirp chirp...

I woke up to the sound of birds, it almost felt normal until I actually opened my eyes, old newspapers and tape blocking the window, my room a complete mess. I stood up and stretched before walking to the mirror that had a crack on the top left. And as expected I don't look very presentable; my hair was tied in a ponytail with loose hairs here and there. I was wearing my favorite grey sweatpants and my black hoodie. I just decided to re do my ponytail before walking out to the shared kitchen and living room, this place was so clean. So clean to the point where if you even swiped your finger on the top of any surface, there would be no dust. But now my once clean-living space is now a mess, a show of neglect of how my life has been since the apocalypse started.

I strolled into the kitchen and opened up the upper cabinet to the left of my fridge: 1 packet of ramen, 1 cookie that was in a zip lock baggie, and 1 can of tomato soup...

I decided for my breakfast a tasty bowl of ramen, surprisingly after 2 months the gas wasn't turned off, but it's only a matter of time until... Click, click, click...

"Fire?" I turned the knob on the gas stove again, click, click, click...

"What the fuck-!" I covered my mouth. Stupid, stupid! Did I really forget that there are hungry zombies probably just chilling, waiting right now outside of my door?

I walked to the door and looked into the peep hole, I only saw the apartment a crossed from mines, the door closed with blood on the door, floors, and by the wall. I silently walked away, when a bang and a growling was heard, I jumped back falling on my butt, I let out a squeal and the banging continued, I started to sob silent, the door shaking from the impact of the zombie on the other side, I hurried and stood up wiping my tear and rushing to the door leaning all my weight on it...

6 minutes later...

The banging finally stopped, only low groaning and growls were heard, I slid to the floor shaking, I pulled my legs up to my face and hid them.

I wasn't made for this...

My stomach started to hurt before a weird grr noise, I stood up and rubbed my stomach with a frown.

I continue what I was doing before the situations just 6 minuets ago, I walked to the small coffee table and squatted down, pulling on one of the drawers when I found a box of matches. There was only 10 left, I took one of the red tipped matches out of the box and walked to the stove to light it.

I got one of the bottled waters from the closet and carefully poured the water into the small pot to let it boil.

I turned around and walked to the big window plastered with newspapers and tape, I peeled back on of the newspapers and peered through. I live on the 4th floor of this apartment unit. I peered down at the parking lot below, just two months ago these cars were all clean, parked perfectly. But now some cars had broken windows, blood smeared on some parts of the cars, or car doors open slightly. As zombies roaming around aimlessly, I noticed one of the zombies. An old man, he lived next to me, Mr. Kim.

I remember the first week here in Korea Mr. Kim and his wife made me so much food to the point my fridge was overflowing. I had to practically beg them to stop sending food, that my poor fridge couldn't hold all the food they were sending at one time. When they stopped sending food they started talking to me about their grandson Kim Seung Min and how he's single...I never met him myself, but they showed me pictures of him, I was flattered that they think I wanted to marry someone, flattered that they think I'm worth of marrying their grandson. I smiled remembering the happy times. Before this outbreak, disease, Z-B232, whatever you want to call it spread. Mr. Kim's screams and pleas of help still stuck in my head, playing on loop like a broken record, I covered my mouth and started crying. I could've done something...I should've done something, yet...I didn't I was curled up in a ball on my bed crying, praying that this would all stop, that this was all just a nightmare...

sss...

I turned around and the water was boiling over.

"Crap!" I whispered yelled, rushing through the living room to get to the kitchen stove and turned the nob to off.

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After cooking and eating the ramen, I stood up and took the dirty pot into the sink, tried to at least the sink is somewhat overflowing with dirty dishes, I let out a sigh.

"Why did the water have to stop working..."

I dragged my feet to the closet and peered down at where the water was supposed to be, but it wasn't there...

Oh no, did I use the last water...on RAMEN!?

I stood there looking down at the empty spot where the waters were supposed to be...

"No, no, no..." I stumbled back covering my face. "No..."

"I can't survive without water...I'll end up dying. How long is it...3 days without water, 21 days without food?"

Why live if we're all going to die someday, and I'm going to die in my dirty apartment, by thirst and starvation...

My eyes started to fill with tears, "Stop, stop crying!" I covered my face, wiping my tears.

I cranked my head and looked up at the ceiling fan, in the middle of the living room.

"Should I..." I mumbled out, turning my head back to the closet, a red rope. "It's the last resort...right?"

I reached put out a hand to reach the red rope and stopped.

"No... I'm not going to end myself like this..." I stood up.

"Don't get all depressed on me now Y/n, I need you for this journey..." I spoke. to myself.

I'm going to live through this outbreak... But my first priority on the list... Supplies...

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"Okay, this is it."

Flashlight, batteries, first aid, pocketknife, rope, black sharpie, can of soup, and the cookie.

I walked to my bedroom, going through everything, I looked through my closet, knowing something has to be in here, like the baseball bat my dad gave me for my 10th birthday, or the golf club one of my co-workers gave me.

And I found the golf club, score for Y/n!

I grabbed one of my blankets and folded it.

I zipped up the thick jacket I was wearing and changed my grey sweatpants to jeans. I put on my shoes and put both straps of the backpack over my shoulder before walking to the door, I looked out the peep hole, to make sure I'm clear, my golf club in hand.

I opened the door a little and peered out, looking left and right. I walked fully out of my apartment, a scared and thrilling chill went down my spine, I'm now not protected by the steel locked door or my walls anymore...

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??? POV

"Guy's me and Jeongin are going out, listen to Minho while I'm gone..."-Chris.

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I was so scared to post this...

Please don't be bad 🙏🏽😭

Have a good day/afternoon/night! -Chibi

#chibi posted!! #stray kids #skz stay #bang chan #kpop #changbin #han jisung #skz #hyunjin #binnie #kpop x reader #straykids hyunjin #stray kids x reader #straykids #skz han #skz x reader #skz felix #lee know #straykids chan #straykids seungmin #straykids felix #hwang hyunjin #seungmin #skz x y/n #The Apocalypse ff

[bornwholocker]

Ok people wanted to hear my thoughts about Phoenix wright characterisation and I am very down!!! So here take this

Just a fair warning, I know a lot of people haven’t played the aj trilogy, I’m gonna talk about spoilers for aa4 in this

Mainly I just hate when people make Phoenix stupid. He’s a lawyer, he passed the BAR EXAM, he’s not some oblivious little stuttering twink. It especially pisses me off when people act like he relies soo much on his bluffing. Yeah he bluffs, but he knows they’ll stick because most of the time he’s figured it out, he just doesn’t quite know how to get there. He’s smart about it. And he’s not always bluffing! Most of the time he knows what to present! It’s just when it gets to peak ace attorney trial insanity that he has to try his luck. Also, he tells people to die in his mind guys lmao. He’s not outwardly mean, but also he’s not some innocent little uwu smol cinnamon roll.

In a similar vein, and I’ve only started noticing this recently cus I’ve been reading a lot of college au’s, but people write Feenie like he’s a damn toddler. He’s an 18(?) year old man studying for a law degree. Yeah he’s gonna be a bit immature, but he’s not some bumbling idiot who just smiles all the time. I sort of get it because we didn’t get a lot of time with him but STILL! He acts stupid during the trial yeah, in no small part cus dahlia/iris(I’m sorry iris ily) had been manipulating him and he couldn’t believe she would try to hurt him. Which is a little dumb! But also understandable for an 18 year old who’s just been told his girlfriend was trying to kill him/frame him for murder!!! And after the trial when he’s talking to Mia, he gets serious. For most of the trial he is a little bit of a Larry, but the end shows that he’s not an idiot!!

AND THIS ONE PISSES ME OFF THE MOST, and it also involves mischaracterisation of Kristoph. So many people who write krisnix, which I’m all for tbh love some toxic old man yaoi, write it like Kristoph was an evil manipulative abuser and Phoenix was some oblivious smitten victim. Guys. In like one of the first cases of aa4 I’m pretty sure, Phoenix talks about how he knew who Kristoph was and what he did, he only kept him around for so long to get proof. Again, he’s not oblivious!! Plus, he was manipulated by Dahlia in a pretty similar way to Kristoph(which is something else I could talk about forever), so he knew what to look for. And yes, Kristoph was a piece of shit, but he wasn’t obvious about it. That’s how he got so many people to trust and believe him, he’s charismatic and he knows how to make people like him. And only once they do does he start his bs.

Granted, Phoenix is a little hard to get right, especially because originally Shu Takumi designed him as a sort of self-insert for the player, with his thoughts being based on Takumi’s own thoughts about the trials. But a lot of people just take a single trait and run with it and it annoys me so bad anyway I hope u enjoyed

@chateauu

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #feenie #beanix #krisnix #kristoph gavin #character study #maybe? #characterisation

[bumblebee-is-best-boi]

BLITZBEE WEEK DAY FIVE: SCARS

hoooo boy! This one is my fav. Originally it was just a Blitzwing story but I made it have Blitzbee for the purpose of this week.

I EVEN GAVE IT A TITLE

hehe

@blitzbee-week Day Five: Scars

title coming up soon vvv

Digits In Between The Wings

Characters: Blitzwing, Bumblebee, Astrotrain

Warning: Cybertronian cursing, mentions of throwing up, too much fluff and angst :)

story under the cut vvv

When Blitzwing used to be a seeker, he liked to polish himself. Not to the extent of Knockout, of course (no one obsessed over their polisher like Knockout), but enough to make his frame glimmer in the slightest bit. He had the perfect frame to show his glimmer off, but that wasn’t the main reason he polished himself. It wasn’t even about the polish at all! 

It was more about the machine he used.

The one he used, while it was a bit smaller than usual polishers, it used to fit perfectly in the space between his wings. It pressed against the joints of his wing bases in a way that wasn’t too much pressure to hurt or damage them, but enough to stimulate some pleasant feelings. 

Blitzwing used to attach his polisher to a long handle and just slip it between his wings once in a while, keeping it there for several minutes before moving on with his polishing. 

But when he was turned into a Triple Changer, that all changed. 

Blitzwing’s polisher had become too small to be nice between his wings, but it didn’t matter, since he wasn’t even comfortable using the polisher anymore. The idea of it gliding across his frame, one that had changed drastically for him, just made him a little bit sick in his tanks. Every time it glided over his scars, it made him wince in uncomfortableness, since his scars revealed his sensitive metal plates. Also, the experiment must have fragged something up between Blitzwing’s wings, because he felt as if something defective there was aching with everything he did, and touching it caused him lots of pain.

That didn’t mean Blitzwing didn’t at least try.

He tried many times, but he just couldn’t handle the feeling. And then after one wonky attempt, he broke his polisher into pieces in a fit of rage (or was it actually distress? He couldn’t really tell anymore).

After becoming a Triple Changer, his frame, which once had a slight glimmer, had become dull and matte. Blitzwing stopped taking care of his frame, sometimes to the point where Astrotrain had to force him to take care of himself for a while to prevent rust and cracked plates. Astrotrain might have been way taller than him, but he was also a bot who was very gentle with his movements (if he wanted to, most of the time he liked to be overly erratic). His fingers were nimble, originally to handle to spin his blasters and shoot out multiple rounds in quick succession, but also to handle the tools needed to keep a mech functioning. But no matter how much Astrotrain tried to take care of Blitzwing to make sure his unwillingness to do self care didn’t make him go offline, his frame glimmer was lost.

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“For Primus’s sake Blitzwing, you should take care of yourself more often!” Astrotrain yelled in exasperation as he pushed one of Blitzwing’s arm plates open to scrape off dried energon build up from a damaged energon line, “Be lucky that this energon line wasn't so major, or you would have been bleeding out for hours on end. And also be lucky that I saw the bleeding before it got any worse!”

Astrotrain finally scraped it off, started patching the energon line, then switched faces and chuckled. “Heh, but I know you're not going to listen to me. It's just typical of you to do whatever you want without any thoughts of the consequences! Typical Blitzwing! All cuckoo and carefree!” 

Astrotrain kept snickering as he closed Blitzwing’s arm plate and stood up, “I know for sure that no matter what I say, we’re going to be right back here again, fixing some new problem!” 

Blitzwing switched faces and fumed, “Oh shut your mouth, slagger!”

“Ok ok, I will, for now. But you cannot shut the fact that my words speak the truth.” Astrotrain turned to walk away, his footsteps thundering, “Oh and by the way, Megatron wants us in the meeting room in ten minutes. I suggest you hurry and don't damage any more of yourself on the way, you know how much Megatron wants his Decepticons in top condition!”

Blitzwing opened his mouth to yell at Astrotrain, but he stopped and closed his mouth again, switching faces and standing up. He looked at his arm, where Astrotrain had fixed his energon line. Astrotrain’s words echoed through his processor multiple times, no matter how annoying it got. Blitzwing wanted to just laugh it off, to think of it as a silly joke, but he couldn't. It wasn't a silly joke. It was the truth.

No matter how much Blitzwing wanted to deny it, it was the truth. The cold hard truth.

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Refueling wasn't a big problem for Blitzwing… sometimes. Sometimes he got himself enough to last a while, sometimes he had only enough to run on half a tank. It was quite hard to adjust to a frame that demanded more energon to function, but he made it work eventually (He didn’t). And then there was the purging that happened once in a while during the night… but he didnt like to talk about that.

But what was most annoying about his frame upgrade was the pain that came with it. Not even the idea of three faces annoyed him that much (even though the face switching did hurt at one point). His knees were constantly hurting, due to the weird build of his legs, and he kept breaking his knee braces by tearing them up and destroying them whenever he felt like it. For days on end, his tanks constantly felt sore, no matter if his tank was full or empty or whatever in between. And what was the worst thing was the dull ache in the joints of his wings, and the constant prickling pain down his back in between his wings.

He once wanted to paint over his scars, but every time he thought of it, he always got sidetracked to thinking about painting himself in many different colors wilder than any Decepticon had ever seen before. Despite that sounding like a cool idea, Blitzwing always countered those thoughts because he didn’t want to look stupid or get in trouble with Megatron. Instead, he decided to see how others reacted if someone else was painted in wild colors.

This led to him going to the seeker trine’s room with buckets of paint and painting all sorts of crazy things on them (originally he wanted to just paint Starscream, but seeing them in the seeker pile made him all too happy to paint all three of them). Blitzwing then waited till the next day to see what would happen… It was lots of humiliation and getting punished by Megatron pretty badly. This scared Blitzwing to his very spark, to the point where he felt guilty about it (but no way he would ever admit it was his fault).

Only Astrotrain knows what truly happened on that day.

At that point, Blitzwing had completely given up on trying to fix himself, trying to take care of himself, caring for a frame that he once cherished. No use in caring for a frame that had been warped beyond his own recognition and repair.

_____

“Blitzwing.” Astrotrain spoke, trying to get Blitzwing’s attention. 

No response.

“Blitzwing.” Astrotrain hissed, “You glitch, I know you can hear me,” He looked down at the ground, “Stop ignoring me please.”

Blitzwing eventually raised his head, “What is it.”

Astrotrain looked into Blitzwing’s optics, “There’s only one energon cube left for today.”

Blitzwing’s optic twitched, and he switched faces, “That’s what you bothered me for?!”

Astrotrain switched faces, “Oh EXCUSE me for trying to help my DEAR Amica! Oh what an aft am I!”

“Slag off!”

Astrotrain switched faces, “Do you want the fragging energon cube or not?”

Blitzwing switched faces, “You can have it.”

Astrotrain reached for the energon cube, then stopped.

“You refueled yourself at least more than halfway today, right?”

Blitzwing’s optic twitched, then he switched faces, “Ah yes! I had quite the feast today! Oh such a nice servo salad it was! Aha!”

Astrotrain grimaced for a slight moment before grabbing the cube, “the idea of you eating other Cybertronians still unnerves me heavily… but at least it’s better than nothing. ”

Blitzwing switched faces again and looked at the ground as Astrotrain chugged the energon cube. He felt bad for lying, but also not sorry for it at the same time. No matter whatever Astrotrain felt through the Amica bond.

Speaking of the Amica bond, Blitzwing rarely made use of the emotion sensing ability that the bond had. He had too much going on in his head to go poking around in Astrotrain’s emotions.

But this time, Blitzwing used the bond. He used the bond to try and poke into Astrotrain’s emotions, but gave up when he felt the mess of emotions in there. He didn’t care enough to go in there and try to see what is what.

He just didn’t care.

_____

But then he met Bumblebee. That little yellow Autobot who kind of slightly annoyed him to no end and was the love of his life at the same time. The one who treated every single one of Blitzwing’s faces with love and care, even when he was being a bit of a glitch.

Every time that they met up, Bumblebee would bring something to cheer Blitzwing up, whether it was a few cubes of energon, some cans of oil, a servo (Bumblebee never said where he got it from, to Blitzwing’s disappointment, since it was one of the best servos he ever had), or even his own polisher! 

But the best thing was how Bumblebee tried his best to handle Blitzwing’s pain. He couldn’t do anything about Blitzwing’s knee pain, other than at least try to tell Blitzwing to stop destroying his knee braces. Bumblebee would bring his hands over Blitzwing’s numerous scars, massaging them the best he could (he stopped if Blitzwing was in too much pain though). He would even move his fingers over the space between Blitzwing’s wings, putting his digits between the wings and massaging the wing base joints, soothing the discomfort in them.

It was the best thing Blitzwing had felt in centuries.

____

Holding the energon cube in his hands, Blitzwing looked down at it with a solemn look on his face. Why did his love offer this to him? He gingerly cupped the cube, afraid to spill a drop and disappoint his little sweetspark. 

“Why aren't you drinking your energon Blitz? Worried that it’ll run away?” Bumblebee chugged his cube of energon and tilted his head at Blitzwing.

A sigh came out of Blitzwing’s mouth. He just couldn’t tell Bumblebee the truth… he couldn’t! 

“Why aren’t you drinking your energon, Blitzwing?” Bumblebee’s antennae drooped in sadness.

Oh god, the sight of Bumblebee being sad hurt Blitzwing to the deepest depths of his spark. He needed to find a way to mitigate the situation before it got worse!

The slight ache in his tanks gave him a great idea.

“Ach… I have a slight tank ache. I don't really feel like refueling right now…” Blitzwing spoke, hoping that everything would stop at that moment.

But when Bumblebee immediately turned his head around to look at him, he was greatly surprised. He didn't expect that Bumblebee would become so attentive to him.

“Alright buddy, lie down.” Bumblebee commanded Blitzwing, “I wanna try something”

Blitzwing was confused, but he laid down anyway. Luckily the ground was soft-ish, or else he would have been very uncomfortable. And so he waited for something to happen

He waited…

And he waited…

And he waited some more…

Until suddenly, he felt a weight on his tanks. Blitzwing immediately looked up and saw that Bumblebee had plopped himself on top of his tanks. He kept staring, even when Bumblebee looked up to meet his gaze. 

“Hey, you’re a big mech, I have to change how I do things here!” Bumblebee pouted.

Blitzwing watched Bumblebee, then switched faces and laughed, “Wow, you’re heavier than I thought!”

He received a slight kick to the tank.

“Not funny.” Bumblebee frowned.

Blitzwing winced, switched faces, and sighed, “Apologies.”

“Good. Now let me do this, and I promise that your tank aches and pains will alleviate soon!” Bumblebee positioned himself and reached out with his hand. 

The hand settled low on Blitzwing’s hips before going up and stopping just underneath his chassis. This was repeated 10 times. Then some semi circle motions across his abdomen, also repeated ten times. There then came some soft massages and kneading, which calmed Blitzwing down.

But when Bumblebee did the little vibrations with his hands, this surprised Blitzwing a little bit.

And then Bee was finished.

“Wow,” Blitzwing gasped, “That was… wow.”

Bumblebee smiled, “I get tank aches too, so Ratchet taught me this to alleviate the pain.”

“Could… you teach how to do that?” Blitzwing asked.

Bumblebee smirked mischievously, “Only if you drink the energon cube. You need it.”

Blitzwing sighed, then drank the cube. It actually felt nice…

It seemed that what Bumblebee did worked really really well.

____

After a while, it seemed as if the treatment Blitzwing got by being Bumblebee’s sweetspark started affecting him in a good way. His frame felt so much more comfortable to him now, his aches between the wings had stopped, his scars were less sensitive, and he purged much less. Face switching was less of a chore to him now, more being more flowy instead of jerky and sudden. He even used what Bumblebee taught him to alleviate tank ache.

Astrotrain, as observant as he was, was bound to notice something.

____

“Damn Blitzwing, youve having more energon right now than ive seen you have in an entire week!” Astrotrain laughed, slapping Blitzwing on the back.

Blitzwing’s wings twitched from the slap, his face switched, and he scowled. Finishing his energon cube, he turned towards Astrotrain.

“So I guess Swindle sold you some good sense or something?”

“No you dumbaft, Swindle hasn’t even been here in a while. And any transactions I do or will do will be face to face with him, cause I don’t trust him entirely.”

“Ah, ah.” Astrotrain smirked as he kneeled down, “Then tell me what’s gotten you to act so different? It’s definitely not from you following my advice, that’s for sure.” Another laugh from Astrotrain ensued.

Blitzwing fumed for a bit, then switched faces, “it’s… the little Autobot.”

Astrotrain paused for a moment, then switched faces, “What did the Autobot do.”

Blitzwing reminded himself that Astrotrain was not entirely trusting of Bumblebee, so he had to choose his words carefully if he didn’t want to accidentally screw everything up.

“He… gives me energon every time we meet…” Blitzwing switched faces “He treats me like a queen! His beautiful big queen!” 

Astrotrain froze, not expecting to hear that. Switching faces, he brought himself closer to Blitzwing, eyeing him curiously.

“So you’re saying that this… tiny little Autobot… has been helping you with your problems?”

Blitzwing nodded vigorously.

Astrotrain suddenly switched faces, “Well FINALLY! Finally someone got some sense into your processor!” Laughing, he patted Blitzwing on the shoulder, “And, please keep this up. It’s healthier for you, and there’ll be more for your little Autobot to love!”

Blitzwing switched faces, blushing in embarrassment, but nodded anyway.

After a while of snickering, Astrotrain switched faces, “But I must not get sidetracked, since there is something I have to say: Megatron has commanded that we go do an energon raid in about three hours. We actually have to be out of the base in one and a half hours,” Astrotrain said with a bit of bitterness in his voice, before softening his tone, “So have another cube and we can go, okay?”

Blitzwing nodded his head and drank his energon cube, “Alright.”

____

Even though he knew that his scars would never heal, Blitzwing knew that Bumblebee would be there for him, no matter what.

And that was more than enough for him.

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Helllooo! I am here with another drabble/blurb request!!

Character: Tom Hiddleston

Prompt: "The bed's getting cold and you're not here." - from Heart Wants What It Wants by Selena Gomez (am i smelling some angst? u can change if u want tho!!)

hope you have a great day & pls take your time!! 💗

Lost Love

Warnings: angst - a lot. Not exactly a happy ending?

Word Count: blurb

a/n: I did smell some angst, too, friend. 😉 Hope you like what I came up with. Somehow, I had TS's song 'cardigan' in my head while writing this, but I love 'Heart Wants What It Wants' equally. 🤗

With a relieved sigh you closed the main door to your apartment shut; leaning your head against the cool wood. Finally at home, you thought; carelessly parking your suitcase in the far corner of the main entrance. Now was not the time. You didn't have the nerve to unpack your things now. All you wanted to do, was sleep. So, without further ado, you went straight for the bathroom; brushing your teeth. After getting rid of the clothes you wore today and replacing them with a random t-shirt you grabbed from your closet, you literally fell into your bed; exhausted.

Unfortunately, though, you just couldn't sleep; unable to switch off your mind. Too much had happened that day. Way too much than your brain was able to process and your heart, well... Your heart crossed your plan as well... You weren't even twenty-four hours apart from him and you already missed him.

Tom. Your ex... boyfriend? Lover? Affair? Friend with benefits?

Hence, you didn't even know what the two of you were. You and Tom had never put a label on it. Just casually dating and having fun. Inside and outside of the bed. Nothing too serious... Or was it? You didn't know.

What you knew was that you couldn't do this longer; afraid of getting burned when playing with fire. Old habit. When someone got under your skin and you grew closer than just friends, you'd just push the person away out of fear for rejection.

And so you did; quickly threw your things in your suitcase and flew back home.

With a rather annoyed and frustrated sigh, you stood up again and went to the kitchen for something to drink. Perhaps a cup of tea could help you sleep? You had to try, right?

Unfortunately, though, you passed way too many rooms on your way and everything reminded you of him. The memories you made together. The things you did together... Your brain was overworking and torturing you with countless of imagines. It was rude.

The kitchen didn't make it better. A room which held particularly a lot memories. All the times you cooked together, ate together... It wasn't fair.

Nevertheless, you made yourself a cup of tea; trying to not pay your surroundings much attention. But then you saw it from the corner of your eyes... Tom's light blue sweater; draped over the back of a chair.

You swallowed hard; trying so hard to suppress the upcoming tears. But you couldn't.

Abandoning your tea, you couldn't stop yourself from almost running over and grasping the soft fabric between your hands. It was so soft and comfy - and god's... Your knees almost gave in. It still smelt like him.

And before you knew what you were doing, was the sweater already pulled over your head and hugging your smaller body. A blessing in disguise. You felt so safe, protected, warm and comfortable, but also so sad, heartbroken and hurt.

You took your cup of tea and returned to your bed and sitting inside, pulling your knees up to your chest and letting all the emotions rain down on you.

You cried. In the darkness of your bedroom; Tom's sweater catching your tears.

You didn't know how long you've just sit there and cried your eyes out, but at some point you had huddled yourself underneath the blanket; curled up into a ball of misery.

Once again you tried to sleep, but you couldn't deny the truth... The bed was just way too big and cold without Tom - and he wasn't here. He probably would never be.

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Those Late Summer Nights | Chapter 7

Satoru Gojo × Fem! Reader × Suguru Geto

This is a dark/yandere fic that features upsetting themes and it is canon divergent. Updated every Wednesday.

About:

You moved to Tokyo over the summer to take a teaching job. As you get settled in, you find yourself entangled in a toxic dynamic.

Chapter Summary:

Satoru teaches you to tolerate a place you dislike.

Trigger Warning:

Unaware reader while Satoru does something he really shouldn’t.

Previous Chapter.

7. Starry Skies

There was just a little extra something humiliating about being back in your old bedroom at your old house again; these four walls that were once both your comfort but also your prison had been left perfectly untouched with the help of your mother preserving it just as you had left it—a space locked in time, a haunting reminder of who you once were.

You grew uncomfortable at such a prospect as it was likely going to continue down that road for many more years to come, with or without your friends to help you through each and every single visit.

This room in particular once housed the person you didn’t want to be, after all, providing you a temporary shell for you to hermit inside of whenever you made your bed in it; you weren’t her anymore, but also you were her at some point.

Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried succumbing to sleep to quickly pass this whole thing by, but you were used to much later bedtimes by now and we’re left staring off into the dark as slumber failed to take you under. The clock barely hit 9 in the night and you were left lying wide awake feeling restless and frustrated.

It was then that you reached for your phone, knowing that pretty much everyone else would be up at least. The texts did take their sweet time to deliver though; the spotty reception driving you just a little over the edge, making you more irritable than you had to be.

It was something about this place, that was the reason why, you were sure of it.

Shoko was the first priority in your texting queue, updating her with just about everything that had happened so far as she continued to approve of how Satoru was behaving, assuring you that he knows his stuff when it comes to unfair parents and that you have nothing to worry about.

It was a lighthearted moment of checking in, her texts half mocking you ‘goodnight’ as she had to continue to study while reminding you of the plum wine.

Suguru was next in queue, just to see if he was still going through whatever it was that made him feel so distant but he never replied. He always had his phone on him so you felt a little more hurt than usual knowing that he likely read your message but never bothered to reply.

Satoru was the next in line either way as you were a little concerned as to how he was holding up in the guest house but just as you typed something out to him, he got to you first.

“Your parents turned their lights off, let’s sneak out~?”

You stared at the screen as you laughed quietly at the idea, quickly feeling your worries evaporate—he was fine, of course he was fine. Staring at the text a little more, you also considered the idea. Your parents usually fell asleep quickly and you weren’t tired at all, so it would be nice to get away from this place for a while.

“Is it really sneaking out if it’s my own home and If I’m an adult?” You asked, sending a text back. You were twenty-two now, bordering twenty-three; a young adult at this point, but one either way.

“It is if it gets you into trouble.” He replied.

You gently scoffed as you realised the depressing reality of how it actually was. You likely would get into trouble because you still had to walk on eggshells around your own family even now, which made it all seem even bleaker.

Wanting to go against the system, you accepted his offer, wanting for things to go down a different route for a change if you could help it and as such, you told him that you’d be down in five and to meet you at the front of the house.

You then quietly left through the front door and met with Satoru in the driveway who quietly greeted you with a smile, suppressing his voice for now so as to not get you in trouble, a notion that he personally thought was a little amusing.

Together, the two of you walked side by side as your shoulders unintentionally slouched, feeling some strange discomfort from existing within town once again.

It was the shell of your former self manifesting who you once were, showing Satoru a side of you that he was aware of but one that you’d rather he didn’t know.

A side of you that felt just a little watched, a little judged in everything that you did.

He responded to your sunken body language with a pat on your back with some slight force in his hand, hoping to both straighten your posture as well as to snap you out of whatever it was you were going through.

“You know, I miss that girl that I got to know in the city,” he said as he looked up into the night sky, his eyes taking in the many stars blanketing over town, “you’re not really yourself out here, are you?”

You gulped as you listened to him talk, finding that his words were oddly profound for who he was and couldn’t form a proper response, at least not right away. Other parts of the question felt a little like a pick up line but you did your best to not overthink it, knowing that his personality was flirty by default and that it wasn’t personal even if he did mean it that way.

The walk led you to a nearby park where the lights were still shining bright under the lampposts scattered throughout, the two of you settling on a bench near the entrance. Some low grade cursed spirits loitered in the shadows further into the park, but neither of you cared enough to exorcise those.

The night sky was exceptionally beautiful tonight, completely devoid of clouds as a crescent moon smiled over the world; clusters of stars freckling around the dark canvas.

“I miss views like this back in the city. Even further out where it’s quiet, it’s never really exactly like this.” Satoru said after a while.

“Yeah, it’s the only thing I ended up really missing when I moved to Tokyo.” You replied in agreement.

Something about this whole thing felt strangely intimate, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. It wasn’t generating as much tension as it had done so when you were alone with Suguru, but something was brewing that you couldn’t quite understand.

Regardless, you didn’t want it to go another wrong direction though so you kept your hands and body language to yourself.

Keeping your friends as friends was more important, you thought.

“So, there’s really nothing else out here?” Satoru asked.

“Well, that depends on how you look at it,” you considered, trying your best to not be completely negative, “there’s the night views, the nature and the clean air which is good for some people.”

“But not for you.” He speculated.

“I guess not.”

“There’s no shame in this place just being somewhere you had to live in, you know. You shouldn’t let it define you.” He said after a while, trying to help you feel better about being here while also trying to ease you into becoming more vulnerable so he could potentially chance a move on you.

“I mean… it’s easier said than done,” you replied as you let his words fester in your mind, talking a touch more spontaneously as your emotions stirred, “maybe you don’t get it because you were told that you were special your entire life-“

Wait. Oops.

You froze as you realised exactly what you had just said and just how terribly it was worded.

Satoru noticed this and didn’t even flinch nor did his demeanour change a single bit. He didn’t mind such sudden bluntness from you, in fact, he found it refreshing that you were capable of speaking your mind under the right conditions.

“It’s alright—you’re alright,” he laughed a little as he found himself momentarily stunned, “you’re right about that much.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say that.” You continued to blabber despite his attempts to talk you down from your spiraling unease.

“I just wanted to say that you’re not that ordinary either, even if you were told it,” he continued to explain without dwelling on what you hit him with, “you have something that a lot of people can’t even comprehend having.”

Sighing, you finally forced yourself to face the conversation.

“I know, but, I just feel like if I didn’t have anything going on then maybe I would actually have a chance to be normal.”

“But where’s the fun in that, [name]?” Satoru replied, scoffing just a little as though jokingly offended. “You could have had a boring normal life in a small town, yeah, but that’s all you would have done in your life.”

“And is that so bad…?”

“When you’re comparing it to what you have, I’d say so?” He asked as countered your question with one of his own, he didn’t show it but he was a little frustrated at how little credit you gave yourself, “your past here was a blip at best and all I’m getting at here is that you shouldn’t let it define you.”

“It’s just easier said than done.” You sighed, although you did agree with him. This topic was difficult to discuss, but it felt freeing to face a troubling truth.

Silence followed beyond that point, leaving you wondering if there was something wrong with you that drained the life from those around you given just how quiet people were.

In reality, or at least for Satoru’s case, it was that he felt comfortable enough to finally continue making a move on you despite the fact that he was starting to slowly become conflicted with doing so.

You were vulnerable as you had finally opened up to him in a way he was certain that you hadn’t to others before, but it didn’t feel right to do so completely.

Still, he chose to lean in for a kiss that managed to catch you so off guard that you immediately pulled away, wondering why this was happening a second time—hoping that you actually weren’t doing anything to lead anyone on without realising it.

Satoru pulled back too as he maintained his unserious expression, choosing to not present himself as offended even if the rejection did throw him off, even just a little. He quickly laughed it off either way, having a new idea in mind to ease you into giving in.

“My mistake, [name],” he smiled as he continued to stare into yours, “I thought we were supposed to be selling a lie up here.”

“I-I guess so but it feels too real-“

“—Just this once?” Satoru asked as he cut you off, not giving you room to think. “Maybe with some luck someone will see.”

That was exactly what worried you, that someone from town would see you kissing him despite it already being so late into night—at least for this place. You knew that just from looking at Satoru that this was his attempt at something, but you didn’t want it to go down that road at all.

“Just think of it this way, if we have to sell it around your parents later, it’ll be easier to do.” He said as he continued to warm you up to the idea.

Your own bruised persona that existed within this town tried to justify it for you internally, telling you that this would be your chance at appearing normal for a change as your body slowly ended up leaning into the kiss, after all.

It wasn’t so bad as your lips finally connected, but you didn’t really feel anything at all as it all unfolded.

Maybe he was actually just playing you to see how easily you played into his cards, but you couldn’t deny that you were curious—at least a little, just to see what it was like to lock lips with someone else.

Satoru then pulled back after a moment had passed too, sensing your discomfort, not wanting to push you over your limit, at least not yet.

He could tell that it was your first kiss, but that just helped him savour it all the better.

***

It was a quiet walk back to the house and just as you were about to re-enter the front door, Satoru pulled you off into the garden along with him as an attempt to convince you that you would probably feel less bad if you spent the night with him than entirely alone.

“Please?” He playfully begged you. “Don’t make me spend the night in there all alone.”

“It’s just for two nights though-“

“—Unless you want me to sneak up to your room~?”

Such an idea even if he was joking left you feeling a little mortified as the colour drained from your face. There was absolutely zero chance that he was going to see that side of you, so you reluctantly gave into the offer of a sleepover instead.

Even if he did steal a kiss from you, there was something about his entire being that made him seem somehow more trustworthy than Suguru to you.

Maybe it was the fact that he was open about it?

“Trust me, [name],” he continued to say as he tugged your wrist off to the guest house, “if we’re supposed to be together anyway, it wouldn’t even be that weird to be seen with me in the morning.”

“But my parents-“

“—They were young too at some point, trust me, they’ll get it.”

You understood that part fully well but you still felt a bit off about the whole thing. Sneaking out was one thing, being seen leaving the guest house with him was another due to the implications alone. You wanted to sell the lie too, but it was starting to feel all too real again and you didn’t want for him to get the wrong idea about just how much you were allowing him to get away with.

“Just to sleep, nothing more-“

“—Just to keep up appearances,” he assured you while smiling, “it smells in here, don’t make me suffer through that alone.”

You stared at him for a little longer, sighing as you continued to give into the idea; his smile growing wider as he watched you accept such a proposal.

“I won’t do anything,” he added along, “we’ll just sleep, yeah?”

You nodded as your mind quietly crumbled internally at the prospect of sharing a bed with a guy, so when you both got into bed together you made a conscious effort to stay at the edge of the bed while he read into your body language, backing himself up against the wall.

The bed was surely small though and such crowdedness radiated a heat between the two of you despite not touching each other at all.

The summer heat continued to fester and as a result, he slowly dressed down albeit to a respectable degree and you soon gave into surrendering your top for the camisole beneath, still keeping your bottoms on, just to make sleep even a little bearable.

Falling asleep within his shadow felt strange initially but the exhaustion quickly swept over you. He wasn’t being weird to you as you had initially feared and as such, you were successfully lulled into a false sense of security around him.

So by the time you were fast asleep, you didn’t even notice as he slowly crept ever so slightly closer to you, intending to brush it off as nighttime habits if you were to wake up from his advancement.

…But you never did.

He then attempted to close the distance between you even more as he pressed himself up ever so slightly against your back, feeling himself grow excited as he did so—a consequence of his own selfish thoughts.

Although, you did pull away subconsciously as the heat became overwhelming which prompted him to stop for a moment, thinking about how exactly to go through this, or if he should even do so at all.

The conflicting feeling came back again and he was beginning to feel strange in how he was treating you but at least for now, the arousal clouded his thoughts on the matter as he continued onwards.

Continuing, he pulled down his shorts even further while backing off a little. His semi-hard cock pitched slightly against his boxers as he did his best to keep it subtle enough, shuffling closer against your back without waking you up or bothering you.

Just to feel how you felt against himself, he wouldn’t go beyond that point.

You couldn’t feel him at all in your deep sleep regardless, your mind not even registering the fact that his tip pressed ever so slightly against the small of your back. He wanted to keep you close which is why he didn’t go further, making sure to act at least somewhat rationally so that he wouldn’t do anything he’d regret.

It surely did take him a good while until he broke away from you though, settling flat against his back instead as frustration enveloped him. He took care of himself at his own hand instead, the bed slightly shaking as he did so but never once breaking you away from slumber, finishing off into his shorts that he then threw off to the side.

Satoru sighed deep as he forced himself to behave around you, convincing himself that you’d ease into it another day—just not today, but maybe at another time.

It was because he liked you that he kept a boundary to begin with.

It was because he liked you that he didn’t want to hurt you.

(Unless you gave him a reason to.)

He surely wouldn’t.

…Would he?

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