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imrllytootiredforthis · 8 months

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I rlly wanna play with afab!yeonjun's clit while he bends over a table☹️💔 I wanna make his legs shake and everything

coming home to him cooking a delicious dinner for you, knowing how stressful work is for you right now. all he wants to do is make it all better, give me a little reprieve from all of the frustration of your day.

he calls hi to you when he hears the door unlock and you slowly shuffle in, grumbling about something under your breath.

he understands. as much as it makes him sad to see you like this. so tired and upset.

so he smiles when you enter the kitchen. "hi baby, dinner's almost ready, i just have to finish this up and then-"

he barely has a chance to finish his sentence, much less greet you any better and ask you how your day's been before your body is pressing against his from behind, pinning him to the counter.

"wha-what are you doing, you're gonna bur-"

your hand reaches around him, shutting off the burner before maneuvering back to him, slipping beneath his apron to tug lightly at the waistband of the criminally short pair shorts he's wearing.

your breath is hot against his ear, your chin pressing against his shoulder, "m' so sorry baby, just can't help myself, just wanna play with your pretty pussy~"

he knows he shouldn't-

but he folds just like that-

moaning when your fingers play with his clit through his shorts, it feels so good fucking good but it's not enough, he wants you in him, touching him directly, feeling how wet you're getting him.

"m' sorry baby, just wanna feel you cum on my fingers, wanna make a mess out of you" you mutter again, "i'm so, so sorry."

he feels his cunt clench around nothing, aching to have you inside of him, to have you playing with him until he can't take anymore of it and then going on, still.

yeonjun makes no protests when you press him against the edge of the table, manhandling him like he weighs nothing to you.

but you're still gentle, god you're still so fucking gentle with him like he's something precious that you're afraid to break and that's what makes his head spin like he's floating.

"my shorts-" his voice sounds hoarse, his hips bucking against your hand as your fingers feel the warmth seeping through the fabric. "take them off, please take them off,"

you oblige him, leaving open-mouthed kisses over the back of his neck, sweeping his hair out of the way with your nose for better purchase as your fingers deftly un-work the drawstrings of his shorts, dropping them around his ankles.

"fuck," you groan, "you're so fucking wet,"

he can hardly control his body. his thrusting hips or shaking body, his clit throbbing as you rub it through his soaked panties.

he can't take this anymore, he can't take this anymore.

you take mercy on him, hooking your fingers around the soaked fabric and pulling to the side, brushing them through his folds before slowly, teasingly dipping a finger into him, pulling out just as quickly as he sobs, unable to help how his thighs shake on either side.

teeth nip at his earlobe, hoarse moans filling the room, failing to keep himself quiet. "i'm so sorry junnie, m' gonna make you feel so good, make you cum so hard."

"please," he doesn't even recognize his voice anymore, how quickly you've made him sound this wrecked. "please, please just do it, i can't take it anymore!"

he doesn't understand how you make him like this, needy and desperate and splayed out bent over the table with his legs spread, begging for you to just play with his pussy until he can't think straight anymore.

but it doesn't matter because you flip him over, gently resting his back against the table as you let two fingers slip into him, ripping a guttural groan from deep in his chest and start rubbing your thumb over his sensitive clit, red and throbbing from the friction of the fabric.

he looks down at you with half-lidded, bleary eyes, rimmed with tears that are barely hanging on. "don't stop, please don't stop-"

his lips are slick with spit, swollen from him biting at them. you kiss him. you kiss him over and over and over again. and you don't stop, muttering breathlessly between the clashes of your lips.

not when he cums the first time, slick dripping down your fingers, making the slide all the easier. making his body all the more sensitive.

"i'll make it up to you, promise."

not when he cums a second time, trembling, legs trying to close around your hand only for you to pin them open again.

"g'na make you feel so good,"

not when he squirts all over your fingers, a muffled scream making it past his lips, his eyes rolling back as he soaks your hand and you continue, still.

"love you, love you so, so much."

you mutter, finally pulling away to see what a mess you've made of him. of spit and slick and cum.

and his widen as you get on your knees, strong hands keeping them separated.

when you look at him with those eyes and he can't say no to you as you stick your tongue out and lick a broad stripe through his folds, ignoring the way he screams in oversensitivity and pleasure and groaning with the way he tastes.

"m' so sorry baby,"

a/n: not proofread, and probably never will😽just enjoying yeonjun with a pussy

#inbox💌#added a bit of a story to it bc i'm in my feels #i wanna pretty boy who'll let me use him when i'm stressed :(#hard thoughts #dom reader #sub txt #txt smut #txt hard thoughts #dom!reader #sub yeonjun #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun smut #sub kpop #sub idol #sub!idol #sub!kpop #sub!yeonjun #sub!txt

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babydollmarauders · 9 months

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COMFORT — LUKE HUGHES

summary: in which Luke’s girlfriend, y/n (dolly), finds out her comfort person and close friend, Ryan Graves, is going to Pittsburgh

luke’s gf au!

my bottom lip quivers, tears immediately welling in my eyes as the realization sets in.

“w-what?” my voice trembles, the phone shaking in my grip, the unshed tears making the facetime appear blurry.

“i’m sorry, y/n, i really am.” Ryan tells me solemnly, “but this is what’s right for me and my career right now. you understand that, right?”

“mhm.” i hum, blinking past the tears and nodding my head, “no— yeah, i understand. i get it.”

Ryan heaves out a sigh, his eyes soft as he begins speaking again.

“i really enjoyed spending time with you and i’m still so honored that you warmed up to me the way that you did. and this doesn’t mean our friendship is over! you’re still more than welcome to call me when you need someone to talk to, and we’ll see each other when the Penguins and Devils play each other!”

i nod again at his words, trying my hardest to let them relieve my sadness and bring joy to me, but it all still hurts a bit too much for me to see the bright side just yet.

“i just wanted you to hear it directly from me first, Dolly.” he explains, “i don’t want you finding out when the rest of the public finds out. you deserved to be be told beforehand.”

“i’m gonna miss you.” my words are choked, spoken between sniffles, and i quickly rub at my nose with the sleeve of my hoodie.

“i’m gonna miss you too.” he frowns, “and you better tell Bahl that he needs to step up and become your club bodyguard now! i’d say Dougie but…”

i let out a huff of laughter before i finish the sentence with him, “he looks too nice.”

Ryan grins at my slight smile.

“exactly.” he beams. “look, i gotta go. i gotta go in and sign the contract now. but, i’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“okay.” i nod, bidding him a goodbye before he hangs up.

left in the silence, my heart aches.

i didn’t really think of the possibility of Ryan leaving the Devils.

i guess in my head, i always thought of him as a Devil. i never thought about the chance of him becoming anything else.

i crawl up on Luke and i’s bed, burrowing myself in a mountain of blankets and pillows; curling up on my side and just staring ahead at the wall.

Ryan was, dare i say, the person on the team that i was closest to beside my boyfriend and his brother.

ever since we met, early in the season when i had visited Jack, and i had felt the comforting energy that he gave off, he looked out for me. he stuck by my side when the team went out to bars and clubs; warding off any highly unwanted male attention, glowering at any sketchy guys that dared to come near me.

it was never unusual to find him in Luke, Jack, and i’s living room, allowing me to paint his fingernails black as i talked his ear off about how my classes were dragging me down or telling him about the new true crime case i had heard of on my podcasts.

he was my platonic person. and now he’s gonna be gone. signing with the Pittsburgh Penguins at this very moment.

i was lost within my own head. the room eerily quiet, making it hard to miss the creak of the bedroom door.

i turn over in the bed, finding my boyfriend in the doorway, staring back at me with pity filled eyes.

“Ryan texted me.” it was in that moment that my reserve vanished. my walls broke down and my tears came pouring out, unable to be kept in any longer.

“Dolly, i’m sorry.” Luke crawls into the bed, pulling me into his chest. his hand holds the back of my head, the other rubbing circles on my back. “let it out, baby. i’m here for you. i’m right here.”

my tears soak into his black t-shirt, making it damp, but he doesn’t seem to care, only pulling me tighter to him.

i lose track of how long we lay there, Luke allowing me to cry into his chest until i’ve run out of tears.

“do you wanna talk about it, baby?” i shake my head against him, not quite ready to discuss my friend leaving. “okay. that’s okay, you don’t have to talk until your ready.”

i let out a whine, burying my head further up and into his neck.

the door creaks open once more, and i peek an eye open, retreating from my boyfriend just slightly to see his middle brothers head pop into the room. at the sight before him, Jack winces, his gaze softening.

“i just saw the news. i wanted to check on Dolly.” he whispers, his words aimed at his younger brother, as i’ve already moved back into my position in the crook of Luke’s neck.

“she’s not taking it very well.” Luke whisper’s back, “which is completely valid and i wouldn’t expect this to be any easier.”

those words are spoken into my hair, directed at me; reassuring me that my emotions are not dramatic, but rather understood and logical.

the door shuts, footsteps getting closer before i feel my side of the bed dip, a hand coming up to rub back while Luke’s hand stops to hold my hip.

“i’m really sorry, Dolly.” Jack’s voice comes from behind me. “you still have me, and Luke, and Dawson, John, Nico, Dougie, Bratter, i can keep going.

“we’re here and we’re not going anywhere. Ryan had to take a different path, and i’m really sorry about that, but i know he’s still there for you to call if you need him, right?”

i nod my head, my nose brushing against Luke’s neck.

“exactly. he’s not gone completely. just, not in Jersey anymore. and that’s what’s best for him and his career.”

i let Jack’s words sink in. pulling away from my boyfriend, i press a kiss to his cheek, him giving me a soft smile in return, before i turn and hug Jack; thanking him for his comfort.

i have my other best friends. it’s gonna be okay.

#luke’s gf au !#luke hughes x reader

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itsmealaiah · 5 months

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Hi! First of all I love your writing like they’re the best!

I wanna request like where the female reader starts noticing she gets stretch marks on her legs and 2007-2008 era Tom comforts the reader and it’s like fluff and then can u please turn it into smut I really wanna read a story like that I’ve never read one like this!

(Only if ur comfortable love you ❤️💗)

You're still beautiful my dear

tags/ warnings: body dysmorphia, tom comforting you, smut, tom showing and telling you how absolutely stunning you are, p in v, fingering, head , cursing, usual smut features, mentions of starving yourself

a/n: i hope this does you justice! and for anyone who has been struggling with this, or is struggling with this, I guarantee you that you are stunning, or handsome, and that you couldn't be any better. You are YOU, and that is perfect enough. I did background research on this, and I promise you that you are loved, that someone, or multiple, care about you and your well-being. you are not alone.

MDNI ⚠️

Your POV:

Standing in front of my mirror, I was getting more and more uncomfortable with these marks cursing my legs. They hadn't been there before, but I noticed them a week ago, and began to hate myself for them a little more each time I looked at them, the ugly scars on my legs. I hadn't told tom yet, too scared. I just hid them, and tried to act the best I could in front of him and the band, not wanting to worry them on top of their rehearsals, tours, concerts, recordings, and countless nights of little to no sleep. I had been seeing myself differently ever since, and I didn't like that at all. My body looked horrid, and I tried to hide myself from the paparazzi's flash cameras every left and right.

They always commented on my body, telling me how I wasn't good enough for tom, and finding these made me feel even worse. I nearly broke down into tears every night, trying to tell myself that I was me, that I was good enough, that those shitty photographers didn't mean shit, they were nobodies, but each time, the thoughts spinning through my mind in what seemed like a whirlwind of fucking negative ass train of thoughts kept coming back. The tears began to cloud my already hazy vision, streaming down my cheeks in a very short amount of time, my sobs echoing throughout the room so loud, I was scared tom would hear.

I didn't want him to hear, I wasn't worth the trouble. I caused enough fucking problems for him, so I just made my way to our bed, surrounding myself in the covers, continuing to cry, trying to be more quiet now. These goddamn stretch marks were going to kill me, whether that be mentally or physically. They shouldn't matter this much to me, but I let them matter that much. I let myself get this fucking way, hell I made myself this way, I thought, over and over and over again, so much it fueled my tears, letting out horrid sobs each time.

I knew tom would hear, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. I couldn't stop, and that scared me. It scared me so bad I couldn't move or breath. Before I knew it, tom was rushing in, hearing my cries, practically tripping as he ran over to the bed, getting in and holding me in his arms as I sobbed more, whispering small little things, trying to help me, but it wasn't working. His arms were rocking me back and forth, trying his very best to help me. My tears couldn't stop, I didn't let them. I was weak, weak as hell, not being able to stop, my head told me so many times, as I soaked his shirt with my heavy tears.

"Baby what's wrong?" He asked finally, pulling me back so he could see my face. I probably looked like shit, my face most likely puffy, reddened, and just overall terrible. I couldn't bring myself to answer. "Love, I can't help you if you don't tell me" He said, concerned for me. I looked up into his eyes, seeing pure fear and sadness in them while he gazed at me, my heart almost breaking once again. "I look awful" I sobbed, and his eyes widened, holding me even tighter. "Who the fuck told you that?" He demanded, now angered by my statement. "Everyone" I choked, trying to hold my tears back, even as my face was soaked just like his shirt, and I blamed myself.

"What?" His voice cracked, his anger quickly fading. "nonono aw schatzi, please, you're the most beautiful fucking girl i've ever laid my eyes on, you mean the world to me." He attempted to reassure me, but it failed. "The paparazzi, the tabloids, the fans, everyone, including me" I cried. "and my legs, arms, waist, torso, and chest all look like fucking pieces of ass" I said trembling in his arms. "You don't really think that of yourself, do you?" He said shakingly, trying to look into my eyes, to tell himself I was joking, and I wish I could. 'shameful, you should eat less, look at your stomach, so fat, so unhealthy' my head was making me so angry, that I was ready to start screaming, screaming so loud I may break glass.

"I have stretch marks, I look so ugly" I sobbed again, pointing to my legs, once perfect, but now hideous. He glanced down, trying to make them out. "I don't see any?" He asked curiously, eyes squinting and looking all over to find them. "They're all over the top of my legs" I pointed again, closer this time, trying my best to get him to acknowledge them. I don't know why I was so desperate to get him to see the shitty stains covering my legs, but I guess it was because I wanted him to see my pain, my agony. "Love, I don't know what the fuck those photographers and news reporters say about you, but I do know that I love you, and I love the way your body looks"

I sniffled, looking at him finally. "Really?" I gasped out, my tears slowing down. He nodded "yes love, you are the most fucking beautiful woman i've ever seen, your curves, your face, your eyes, your legs, your arms, your chest, all crafted by god himself. I couldn't find a woman better for me even if I tried" He told me, wiping the tears from my cheeks. I still wasn't quite convinced, some tears slipping and running down my face. He sighed, laying me down on the bed so my back was against the mattress, and my eyes widened. "Not tonight, please" I whined, but he shut me down. "Let me show you how absolutely stunning you are my dear, how perfect your body looks" He whispered, his lips beginning to work at my neck, and I moaned. "You're so beautiful schatzi, everything about you is, your marks just show how you've grown my dear" He stated, tearing my top off, revealing my lacy bra, barely covering my breasts. "These" he squeezed them gently, "are so pretty, they are always ready for me" he unclasped my bra, lips leaving my neck. His tongue lapped at them, sucking on the bud harshly.

His tongue swirled, his other hand kneading the other, small, delicate moans leaving my mouth as he continued to pleasure me. "So hot my love, all for me, only me." he murmured against my skin. "how could you not think you're gorgeous?" he questioned, eyes half open, kissing my nipples gently. My hands were clutching the sheets, holding onto them for dear life as his tongue worked wonders, soothing me. "so, so pretty" he groaned, kissing down my chest, teeth scraping across my underwear, teasing me. His thumbs hooked on the sides, slowly dragging it down, revealing my wet, hot slit to him. "this, this is the most beautiful pussy i've ever seen, and you deny that you are again, stunning? You take all that I give you, like the strong woman you are. I don't know any other woman i've fucked in the past couple of years who could do what you do, let alone do it better" He whispered, tongue drilling into my hole, making me cry out, my hands clinging to his hair, pulling on the braids, and he groaned yet again. "ngh..see, only you can make me feel that good, you and your beautiful body" he stated again while my eyes were rolling to the back of my head, his fingers began to form small circles on my clit near his tongue, and I gasped, my hips bucking up near his mouth while he pleasured me further, my moans growing louder, and my gasps getting shorter.

"That's it beautiful, such a pretty girl" he gazed up at me, seeing my fucked out face, how my features were contorted in pleasure. "Doing s'good for me my love, taking my tongue so well" he praised, while my body was convulsing under his touch. "Ah!" I cried out, my orgasm washing over me, my thighs shaking when I came, tom licking up all my juices, praising me over and over as he lapped up everything, and lifted his head. I grunted, my hips and thighs still shaking. "you looked so pretty love" he tore his pants off, along with his shirt, showing his defined and toned chest. He went straight for my clit, rubbing the tip of his cock against it, creating friction as I groaned. "your little noises are so beautiful love" he grunted, as he thrust himself in, bottoming out within seconds. I gasped, and he signaled that as a 'don't tease' and began to pound in and out of my body, making the bed shake with each thrust. I kept moaning as my small frame was rocked back and forth, my hair disheveled as I took his dick, trying to hold myself together, but that was impossible, as his length felt so, so good sliding in and out, combined with my slick juices, our skin slapping together. Every noise I could ever make escaped my throat, filling the room as our passion continued. "Fuck, you feel so good, who's sweet little pussy is this?" He asked, demandingly, stopping for a quick second so I could answer. "yours" I let out, a moan making its way from my mouth, and he smiled. "Good girl" he had an evil smirk across his sweat-dampened face, and he began to thrust again.

"S-slow down! Please!" I begged, trying to stop him, the assault on my feeble body. He shook his head, pinning me down. "Not until you realize you motherfucking beautiful you are" He growled, drilling deeper into me like a piston, hitting the spot that made my legs go weak each time, causing trembly sobs to escape my lips. He didn't ease up, and the knot in my stomach was beginning to form again. Tom must have felt it too, because he spoke up, his thrusts slowing just by a tiny bit. "You aren't cumming until you say how beautiful you are" He demanded, his length just sitting in me. I moaned in frustration, and finally gave in. "fine, i'm beautiful" I could barely form the words, and I didn't really want to say them to begin with. "Not good enough, I want you to shout it while I make you feel good" He grinned, resuming his thrusts, and I screamed, my eyes reeling in the pleasure. "Say it, now" he growled again, pistoning himself, so rough my body fell weak under him. "Im beautiful!" I screeched as I came, my thighs wrapping around his waist, holding him against me tightly. "Good fucking girl" He panted, his release taking him seconds later, his hips snapping against mine. "You think you're gorgeous now, or do I have to fuck you again?" He asked, kissing me roughly.

I shook my head, my eyelids starting to shut and open back up within short spurts. "Thank you tom" I sighed, leaning into his neck once he collapsed onto me, burying my body into the mattress deeply. "You're welcome baby, never do that to yourself again, please" He pleaded, wrapping his arms around me, never daring to let me go. He pulled out, his cum slipping out, and he leaned over to the bedside stand, grabbing some tissues, and cleaning me off, murmuring small whispers of praise, sweet words leaving his mouth. He got up and threw the dirty tissues away, settling into the bed, taking me into his embrace. "You okay? You're still a little shaky liebe" He asked, obviously concerned. I nodded, and gave him a small kiss on his lips before falling asleep, content, knowing when these little episodes came, he would be there for me, ready to help in any way possible.

A/n: I know I mentioned this yesterday, but @madzandmore received a very similar request to this, so again, please please PLEASE, stop requesting the same ideas

#tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz #itsmealaiah #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz angst #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you

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pedrito-friskito · 1 year

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strawberry wine - joel miller x fem!reader

during - part eight

series masterlist | main masterlist | read on ao3

hope is a dangerous thing.

a/n: it’s heeeeeeeeere. full disclosure - it might be a few days until part 9 goes up; as far as I know, tonight’s ep shows some flashbacks which means I might have to do a bit of revamping! plus I really don’t wanna burn myself out with this one, there’s still so much ground to cover!!

word count: 4.5k

warnings: MY BLOG IS 18+, MINORS DNI, angst, canon-typical violence and injuries, death, blood, yearning, nightmares, mentions/allusions to sex, if I missed something let me know.

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The days bleed into months, and before you know it, the snow comes. Winter.

You haven’t left the mall. Or, haven’t been allowed to leave the mall. Every time you cross paths with Cowan, it’s the same conversation.

“Let me through the gate.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

You’re nothing if not persistent, but you try your best to make yourself useful. You and Deanna have formed some kind of friendship, and you help her out as much as you can. At first, you don’t know much about treating injuries besides the bit you remember from an old first aid course, so you pay close attention to her movements, handing her supplies when she needs it, taking her orders in stride.

She was an army nurse, you learn, and lost her husband long before the outbreak. “Just as well,” she told you, a sad smile on her face. “He barely came back to me after Vietnam. I don’t think he could have survived this.”

They never had kids, but she tells you her niece and nephew may as well have been her own. “They live in Cape Cod, on the coast.” Her face went dark. “Lived.” Then she looked at you. “You remind me of my niece, you know. Fierce little thing.”

She teaches you how to dress wounds and clean them, when something needs stitches and when glue will do, how to stretch the materials you have left as far as possible. When injured soldiers show up after the first snow, she puts you to work.

Cowan’s among them, a ricochet bullet in his shoulder. Deanna hasn’t shown you anything like that yet, and you balk a little as he pulls off his gear, blood pouring down his arm. “Wait here.”

You sprint across the floor to where Deanna is literally elbow-deep in another soldier who clearly hadn’t been as lucky as Cowan. “What d’you need, kid?”

“Nothing,” you say quickly, spying a pair of forceps on the table nearby and grabbing them. “Just these. I’ll come help you after—”

“You go take care of Nicky,” she orders, her voice almost stern. “You don’t leave his side until you know he’s all right, you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You sprint back to Cowan, finding him hunched over, hand pressed to his arm, blood staining his knuckles. You grab a pair of scissors from the tray beside you, hooking your arm under his shoulder and getting him upright. “Fuck!” he shouts, and you grit your teeth.

“Sorry.” You cut away his t-shirt, pulling the fabric from where it’s wedged between his fingers, and his other hand curls into a fist on the table. “What happened?”

“Bunch of runners,” he breathes out, and you yank his hand away from the wound quickly, replacing it with a thick scrap of towel, pressing your hand into his shoulder. He winces, tipping his head back. “Came right up over the fence.”

The corner of your mouth twitches. “I told you that chain link wouldn’t hold forever.”

“Yeah, yeah, you should run the world.” He meets your gaze, holds it. “You ask me to let you through the gate again, and I swear to god—”

“I wasn’t going to,” you say quickly. It’s not entirely the truth, but it’s not a lie either. “But I want to help, if I can.”

The towel has already soaked through with his blood, and it makes your gut twist. “Help?”

“Teach me to shoot,” you say. You’re trying to distract him, and grab his hand, pressing it against the towel. “Hold this.”

“Bat’s not enough for you?”

“No, but the rifle I found in the sporting goods shop upstairs will definitely help,” you reply, grabbing the forceps and wiping them down with a bit of antiseptic. “Especially once I get out of here.”

Cowan stares at you, that hard gaze he’s become famous for. “Why d’you wanna get out of here so bad? You’re—”

“If you tell me I’m safe here, Corporal, I’m leaving that bullet in your shoulder.”

He actually laughs. “God, you are something else, you know that?”

You freeze, for a moment. Suddenly, you’re standing in your kitchen, in Austin. Joel Miller is handing you a bouquet of daisies and telling you you’re beautiful and kissing your cheek. The memory catches you off-guard, and you only come back down to earth when Cowan squeezes your wrist, peering at you.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” you reply instantly, shaking your head. “We need to get that bullet out.”

You hold up the forceps, bracing your hand on his collar. “This isn’t gonna feel great, is it?”

“Well, it sure as hell won’t tickle,” you admit. “Is this the first time you’ve taken a bullet?”

“No. Second.”

“Pull this away, when I say,” you instruct, tapping the back of his hand. “I gotta be quick.”

“Have you done this before?”

You lift a shoulder, a nervous little laugh falling out of your mouth. “I watched Deanna do it a couple weeks back. It was in the guy’s gut though, not his shoulder.”

“Did he live?”

You go quiet. “Move your hand.” He hesitates. “Now, Cowan.”

He moves his hand, pulling the towel away, and you push the forceps in. The air seems to go completely still as you fish for the bullet. Cowan’s face is screwed up in pain, both hands curled around the edge of the cot, white-knuckled. “Did the guy live?”

“No,” you admit finally, feeling the soft clink of metal hitting metal. Bingo. “But we found a bite on his leg after, so the internal bleeding was probably the better way to go.” You twist the forceps, and he hisses in pain. “Tell me about the first time you got shot.”

“Are you trying to distract me?”

“Is it working?” you quip, and he actually smiles.

“It was basic training,” he starts, and you nod, focusing on his shoulder. The forceps pinch around the bullet, and you pull ever so slightly. “My buddy and I were just fucking around. He didn’t know the thing was loaded.”

“He shot you on purpose?” you ask, brows raised. You pull a little more, making sure the grip holds.

“Not on purpose,” Cowan replies, and you can feel his eyes on your face. “We were just kids, then. Just screwing around, trying to fill the time. And now…”

“He still around?” you ask, prompting him further. “Your buddy.”

“I hope so,” he replies. “He moved to California, after we finished basic. I really hope he—motherfucker!”

You pull the bullet all the way out with a flourish, dropping the forceps onto the tray and grabbing a fresh piece of gauze. He hisses again when you press the new gauze to his shoulder, and you scoff. “Baby.”

“You just pulled a bullet out of me.”

“I’m aware,” you throw back, pressing a little harder. “I still think you’re a baby.”

He gives you the signature Stare before glancing down at his shoulder, taking over the pressure you’re holding, and you step away to get an actual roll of gauze. “Meet me at the south entrance tomorrow, and I’ll teach you.” You turn back, your brows raised. “To shoot, I mean. Bring the rifle. You have ammo?”

Your jaw nearly drops. “Yeah, managed to find a few boxes.”

“Good.”

You nod, unable to hide the grin that pulls your lips. “Good.”

They’re somewhere near Nashville. He thinks; Tommy’s been navigating, Joel’s just been following his brother. The weather has held up mostly, but now they’re holed up in some shack Tommy found in the woods, hiding from the rain. It’s been constant, nearly three days now, and Joel can’t fucking sleep.

He hasn’t slept well since they left Austin, not that he expected to. The few beds they’ve found have been heaven, but every time he closes his eyes, the dreams come, and he’s reliving that night all over again. Doesn’t matter how many days go by, and he knows it doesn’t matter at all how much time passes. He’s never gonna forget.

He took first watch, told Tommy to get some shuteye and parked himself on the front porch, watching the rain slide of the metal roof, pooling in front of the shack, running downhill like a river. There’s mud caked on his boots, and he feels dirty down to his bones. It’s been a few days since they had real shelter, though, and he revels in the silence, being away from the main roads.

But the silence lets his mind wander, and when that happens, it lands on you, more often than not. Sarah is always there, in the back of his head, the sound of her voice forcing him further, but when he gets a moment alone — a rarity now — he lets himself remember you.

Your last conversation still haunts him. The fear in your voice, the way you’d sounded so out of it when you first picked up, and he’d brought you back down, focused you. Patch yourself up. Take what you can and go. Get the hell out of Boston.

I’ll find you, baby.

Sometimes, the hope invades his heart like a disease, branching through his limbs and making his chest ache with it. He has to hope that you made it out, that you’re alive somewhere, that your paths are leading straight towards each other. Every time they come over a hill or turn a corner, he feels that tug in his gut, a quiet promise that this time, you’ll be heading straight towards him, a big smile on your face.

But Joel knows that hope is a dangerous thing to let in, to nurture. As hard as he wishes you alive, he knows the opposite is more than likely. He sees it when he does manage to get some sleep, nightmares infiltrating his brain until he wakes up panting, the phantom feeling of his daughter’s blood on his skin melting away far too slowly.

Right now, he’s forcing himself to remember the good.

That last week, before you’d left for Boston. He took you to that open field every night, almost, held you in his arms, kept you close and never let your mouth get too far from his. He’d buried his face in your neck and memorized the smell of you, the feel of you, the taste.

You pulled on his hand, led him away from the truck and into the open field. You laid down in the grass side by side, the sound of crickets and the soft wind the only thing you could hear. He’d leaned over you, cupped your cheek in his palm, rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip. You kissed his fingers, giggling when he rolled himself on top of you a moment later, his mouth chasing yours.

He planted his hands either side of your head and you reached for his belt, dragging your hands down his chest. He could feel your heartbeat, when he pressed himself against you, the twitch of your knees along his ribs as you held him closer. That’s how it always was between you two, who could get the other closer, how much could you pull until the space between no longer existed?

Joel still remembers the noise you made when he pushed into you, right there in the grass. The way you’d dug your nails into his back so fucking hard it made him moan louder, the sound echoing through the night. The blissful smile on your face as the pleasure ripped through you, and Joel felt it, the tightness of your body, the way he could taste it on your tongue.

God, he loved you so goddamned much.

A clap of thunder yanks him out of his head, and he flinches hard, the gun in his lap sliding onto the wooden porch. He’s on his feet in a moment, shoving both hands through his hair, and without another thought, he steps out from under the shelter of the roof. The rain pelts him instantly, soaking through his clothes, making goosebumps rise on his arms.

It feels good. He tilts his face towards the sky, feels the water drip down his arms.

He hears your voice, in his head. What you said that night, under the stars, laid out on his chest, your eyes glassy. “I won’t ever stop thinking about you, Joel Miller. Not for a million years.”

He never should have let you leave Austin. Not in a million years.

Cowan stays true to his word. He teaches you to shoot, not just the rifle you’d stolen from the mall, but other guns, too. Shows you some tricks with the hunting knife you’d found in Dean’s bag, even teaches you how to build a fire. You stop asking him to let you through the gate, and he stops giving you the Stare. After a few lessons, he starts bringing you along on patrols. You carry the rifle and the bat, the hunting knife strapped to your thigh. The temperature is dropping, the snow sticking consistently, and the UPS jacket you’d stolen months back comes in handy, keeping you warmer than you expect.

There’s not much conversation to be had between you two, and when you do talk, it’s light shit. You avoid the subject of families, partners and the like. You mostly talk about music, and you laugh the hardest you have in a long time when Cowan admits to you that he’s seen the Backstreet Boys in concert three separate times. You’re bent in half with laughter, tears in your eyes, and he starts laughing along with you.

The laughter stops, however, when you circle back to the mall. There are four trucks outside, and the hair on the back of your neck stands up when you see Deanna step through the doors. Everyone else who’d been inside, faces you recognize, people you’ve met, they’re all coming out of the mall. Deanna has blood on her scrubs, a strange look in her eye.

“McCoy!” Cowan calls once you’re close enough, and a soldier turns. “What’s going on?”

Both the soldiers step to the side, and you make a bee-line for Deanna, swinging your rifle onto your back. “What happened?”

The older woman looks shaken, and she grabs you once you’re close enough, her hands digging into the sleeves of your coat. “T-Tim,” she stutters, and your brow hardens. You know who she’s talking about; Tim, his wife Marcy, their two kids. Their cots weren’t far from yours in the department store. You’d helped their youngest son, Henry, when he’d cracked his forehead on the tile, tripped on his own feet chasing his little sister, Emily, around the mall. Hell, you’d had dinner with them just the night prior, you and Tim had made the kids giggle slurping your noodles. “He just…” Deanna trails off, and fear twists your stomach in an iron vice.

“Are the kids okay?”

She nods furiously, still holding onto you tightly. “But…but Marcy, she…he just…” She looks back towards the mall, gestures for a moment before clapping her hand over her mouth. “I’d never seen one up close before.”

Deanna collapses into your arms, and you hug her tightly, half worried she’s passed out, but the worry passes when you feel her hands fist in the back of your jacket. Over her shoulder, you see a soldier leading Henry and Emily outside. Henry still has a bandaid on his forehead, and Emily is clutching his hand, tear tracks on her face. Your heart aches.

“I’m gonna go with them,” Deanna tells you, pulling away after a moment, and you just nod. She jogs after the kids, and you turn back to where Cowan and McCoy are still talking. Cowan has a hard look on his face, and his jaw tightens as you approach.

“What the hell is going on?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest. “We’re supposed to be safe in the mall, Corporal. That’s what you said. I could have been halfway to Texas by now. Hell, I could have been in Texas by now.”

“I know what I said,” he bites back before heaving a sigh. “We got an update, from FEDRA HQ.”

You lift a brow. “And?”

He glances at the stream of people still filing out of the mall. “The fungus, the thing that’s causing this, it’s in the food. We need to check everything that was in the mall, everything that was handed out. Production dates, expiry dates, it’ll give us an idea of what needs to be destroyed, but—”

“But there’s a chance everyone in there ate something contaminated,” you finish, swallowing back the bile that rises in your mouth. “There’s a chance we’re all already infected.”

Cowan’s throat bobs. “Yes.”

“What do we do now, then?” you ask, jutting your chin towards the people filling the street outside the mall. “Where do we go? Standing around here like this, it’s just gonna attract them.”

“There are buildings that have been deemed safe,” McCoy tells you, and Cowan just nods. “The quarantine zone has been marked off. We take everyone there, separate you for now, keep an eye out for anyone changing.”

Cowan nods. “Check everyone for bites, again.” He meets your eyes for a moment before calling for two other soldiers. He starts barking orders, and you turn to McCoy.

“I thought the city was the quarantine zone.”

He shakes his head. “Too much space. FEDRA gave us the borders, showed us where to go. The walls’ll go up soon, and we’ll be that much safer.”

You balk. “More chain link bullshit?”

McCoy shakes his head again. “No, ma’am. Bricks. Guard towers, barbed wire. The whole kit and caboodle.”

You swallow hard. Shit.

The chain link stays up. The walls of the quarantine zone press deeper into the city, and as promised, you’re shuffled into apartment buildings. There’s still blood everywhere you look, damaged ceilings, broken windows. It’s not perfect by any stretch, but the building itself is intact, and that’s apparently good enough for FEDRA.

They put you in separate units, the number of survivors taking up less than half the building. You stay with Deanna and the kids. Emily clings to your side, her arms wrapped around your leg more often than not. She hasn’t said a word since you left the mall.

The soldiers patrol the streets and the hallways, and after a week, six more people turn. They’re put down without a second thought, their bodies carried out of the building. The food supplies are carted from the mall to a warehouse within the new zone limits, and everything that was given to you is taken back for inspection. It’s a lot of waiting, of pacing the floor of your new home, of trying to come up with ways to distract the kids from what’s happening.

Shortly after you’d been evacuated from the mall, they’d brought out Tim and Marcy’s bodies, and your hands had started to shake violently when you saw the blood on Tim’s face, the deep gouge in his wife’s throat. Bullets in both their skulls. It had all happened so fast.

And you’d been eating the same things they had.

The worry gnaws at your stomach. You’d protested, at first, when Deanna insisted you come with them. You couldn’t explain it, couldn’t bear to see the pain on the older woman’s face deepen when you admitted you feared the worst. She still managed to pull it out of you, later that night, after you’d put the kids to sleep in the only bedroom, the pair of you sitting at the kitchen table.

“If it happens, it happens, kid,” she said, gripping your hand tightly. “And we deal with it. That’s all we can do.” You’d nodded, and she’d reached into her bad, producing a bottle of gin. “Something to take the edge off.” You nodded again.

A week passed, the six were put down, and you were safe. Your mind started to wander. Trucks filled with construction material arrived at the edges of the quarantine zone every day; you could see them from the apartment. More FEDRA soldiers, some venturing into the city to find usable materials. Soon enough, the wall was starting to take shape.

And if the wall went all the way up, that meant you were never getting out of Boston. Never getting the opportunity to find your family, or Joel.

But, the wall has only just begun, which means there are still holes in the boundary, and with more soldiers assigned to the quarantine zone itself, that means the chain link is left unguarded, for the most part.

They announce curfew hours and the consequences for breaking those hours, and you start planning. Collecting things, weapons and food that won’t spoil, refilling your first aid kit. You take what ammo you can find, nicking a few boxes from the FEDRA tents when no one’s paying attention. You still have the maps from the bookstore, your hastily-drawn path still marked on the pages.

You wait for nightfall, and you run.

You leave Deanna a note, tell her you’re sorry, tell her you’ll try to send a message that you’re safe, once you are. The kids are fast asleep, and you kiss their heads before you go.

Your path through the city leads you right past your apartment, and your heart nearly stops. The entire front of the building has been exploded inward, no doubt a result of the bombings. If you look hard, you can see the edge of your living room, behind the twisted rebar and broken bricks. You want to linger, but you don’t, the shout of an Infected pushing you forward, gripping the bat tightly.

The construction of the wall left a lot of tools laying around, and it was all too easy to find a pair of large wire cutters. You found a piece of chain link in an alley within the quarantine zone, and tested it out. Sure enough, a clean cut.

There are still patrols along the chain link, but they’re more sporadic. The guard posts have been dismantled, dragged further inwards, set up again along the new walls. You see a soldier pass by the spot you’re aiming for, and wait until he’s completely out of sight before bolting across the pavement to the fence, pulling out the wire cutters.

You have one foot through when you hear a familiar voice.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Cowan’s kept his distance, since you moved into the building. It bothers you and doesn’t at the same time. But in a way, you got what you wanted from him; you’re more confident that you could make it beyond the fence now. Especially with the rifle strapped to your back.

Your head drops, and you pull your leg back out, straightening and turning on your heel towards him. “You really thought I wouldn’t try it?”

“I really didn’t think you were this stupid,” he shoots back, and you scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m serious. You will die out there, why don’t you get that?”

You grip the chain link, the metal rattling beneath your shaking fingers. “I can’t just sit around here for the rest of my life, Cowan.”

“So you’d rather waste it, out there?” He gestures towards the fence with his rifle, to what lays beyond. “What good will that do? You’re smart, you know there’s a good chance your family is dead.”

“But until I know—” you start, and your voice betrays you, cracking on the word. You swallow hard. “Why can’t you just let me go? What difference does it make?”

His strange dark eyes narrow at you. They’re blue, you’ve come to learn, but a dark shade that sometimes looks black. “Come with me. There’s something I want you to see.” You open your mouth to protest, and he lifts a hand. “Come with me first; if you still want to leave afterward, then I’ll take you through myself.”

You stare at him for a long moment before slinging your bag from your shoulders, pulling out a length of rope. You thread it through the split fence, yanking the metal back into place and tying it off. Once you’re done, you get back to your feet, and when Cowan turns to leave, you follow.

He takes you back to the quarantine zone. A few soldiers shoot you looks, since you’re out past curfew, but Cowan waves them all off. “She’s with me.”

You keep following him, heart hammering in your throat as he leads you into one of the buildings they’ve cleared out. Down a long hallway, a few more soldiers giving you looks, before Cowan ducks through a doorway, waving at you to follow.

“What is this?”

There are tables everywhere, cords spilling out of boxes, hooked along the walls. On the walls, all sorts of maps and notices, FEDRA orders staring back at you. A soldier sits in the middle of it all, headphones hooked over her ears, twisting the knobs on a gigantic radio, adjusting the antenna. When she sees you and Cowan standing there, she pulls off the headphones, a grin on her face. “Hey, Nick.”

“Melissa,” he nods, and juts his thumb towards you. “Can you set it for the Austin base? And give us a sec?”

She just nods, her face falling slightly, and twists more of the knobs. Her brow furrows a bit until she gets the right frequency, and then she gets up out of her chair, holds the headphones towards you. “Hit the red button to talk, and let go once you’re done, or else they can’t talk back.”

“Thank you,” you say, taking the headset from her. You look at Cowan. “What is…?”

“It’ll connect you with the FEDRA base in Austin. You can give them the names, of the people you’re looking for. They’ll be able to tell you if they’re in the shelters there. If they’re not there, there’s no telling if they’re alive or dead, but at least you’ll know if they’re safe or not.��

Your brow furrows. “Is that supposed to be reassuring?”

“I can’t reassure you,” Cowan says bluntly, and as you sink into the chair, he perches on the desk beside you. “No one can. The world is a fucking minefield, and while yes, I’ll admit you’re a good shot and you clearly know what you’re doing with that bat, you will die out there. If your family isn’t still in Austin, I can almost guarantee you, they are dead.”

You rip your eyes from his face, turning your gaze to the radio, the little flashing lights and the knobs. “You don’t know that.”

There’s a hand under your chin a second later, and Cowan turns your face towards him again, drags your eyes back to his. “I meant what I said. If you still want to leave, I will take you through the gate myself, no more bullshit. But talk to the base first. Find out if they’re still there before you throw your life away on hope.”

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judgementdaysunshine · 11 days

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Welcome to my and @romanthereigns prompt list! 🩷🩵

Give credits to us if you use any prompts

⚠️18+ for smut! ⚠️

☻ "So we’re officially starting a family now?"

☻ “I’m pregnant, not handicapped”

☻ "The only thing owed is this child having both parents and if you're in I'm in"

☻ “I can’t wait to see you be the best dad”

☻ "Look at you, absolutely wonderful just like your mom, you're gonna be an amazing human"

☻ “I hate this” “hate what?” “Hate that I’m huge and I know you don’t want me anymore”

☻ "That's our baby, kicking my hand" "They love you already"

☻ “Why are you crying?” “Because our baby’s so cute”

☻ "You’re doing so well sweetheart, just a few more weeks my superwoman"

☻ “I’m not going to be in a place where my baby and I aren’t wanted”

☻ "Can't keep your hands away can you?" "Why would I when you're always so damn pretty and with my baby in you"

☻ “If this baby doesn’t get out of me soon, you’re gonna have to just push me in a wheelbarrel for the rest of my life”

☻ "The first one is always an adventure"

☻ “This baby is messing with you, I want you all the time. You’re not huge, you’re pregnant and even if you were, I don’t care I love you”

☻ "I'm afraid of being a dad because of how my dad was with me..."

☻ “I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything for your birthday” “You gave me the best gift of all, being a mother/father”

☻ "That's our baby, kicking my hand" "They love you already"

☻ “We gotta think of a name soon, I’m not gonna call my baby ‘baby’ for the rest of my life”

☻ "Look at my little baby, absolutely beautiful head to toe and already smiling"

☻ "Hi little one, you're so beautiful and perfect my little baby"

☻ “The baby hasn’t stopped crying and if you don’t hug me soon, I’m going to start crying too”

✫ “Everytime I get sad, I think of your beautiful face and I’m reminded it’s on a be okay”

✫ "You can trust me"

✫ “When we first met, I never thought I’d fall in love with you”

✫ "You're different and that's what makes you wonderful"

✫ “When I look at you, I think about how happy I am, I can’t believe you’re mine”

✫ "You brought so many things to my life that I thought I never deserved"

✫ “When I look into your eyes, it’s a reminder of who I do it for”

✫ "Remember, you're not alone"

✫ “When you smile, I can’t help but smile too. Your smile makes everything better”

✫ "Come closer, I'll warm you up in my arms"

✫ “I often wonder how different life would have been without you in it… I’m glad you’re in it because you make everything better”

✫ "I never expected to have anyone love me the way you do"

✫ “You’re this lovable goofball who I’m so lucky that I fell in love with”

✫ "You brought so many things to my life that I thought I never deserved"

✫ “When I talk about you, I tell them that the one thing that makes me fall in love with you… your heart of pure gold”

✫ "You're my home"

✫ “You’re this lovable goofball who I’m so lucky that I fell in love with”

✫ "The person who I want in my life by my side and to love forever, it's you"

✫ “When I think of you, all these bad thoughts disappear”

✫ "You're not broken, you're human and not everyone is willing to accept and understand it, but I am"

✫ “Do you feel my beating heart? It only beats for you”

✫ "You make me feel safe when I'm vulnerable, and I can never trust or love anyone to do that than you"

☼ "Come to my room, there’s this thing I wanna try"

☼ “Look at you doing such a good job”

☼ "You’re so beautiful all spread out like this... just for me"

☼ “I love watching you taste me”

☼ "Don’t worry, I’ll take of you"

☼ “Oh, you’re so sensitive I love that”

☼ "I bought a few pieces of lingerie, want me to model for you?"

☼ “Fuck me!” “Alright, bend over”

☼ "Don’t be afraid, it’s just me"

☼ “God, you’re soaked is that all from me?”

☼ "I don’t know what to do" "Then let me teach you"

☼ “Look at you…falling apart because of me”

☼ "Don’t cover you’re face, I want to see you"

☼ “When I think about you, I touch myself”

☼ "Spend the night with me"

☼ “I want to remember this night for the rest of my life, you’re just so perfect”

☼ "I’ve been thinking about this night"

☼ “I don’t care how long it takes, but I’m gonna make you scream my name”

☼ "So damn sexy, just keep moving like that"

☼ “Oh god, I’m so close baby”

☼ "More beautiful than you already were"

✎ “I hate that I care so much about you, but I know you don’t care about me in the slightest”

✎ "I wanna know why, why did it have to happen to me?"

✎ “You’ve broke me for the last time”

✎ "Stop looking at me like I'm damaged goods"

✎ “I’m so scared to trust you because I know what happens in the end

✎ "I trusted you...and you left me broken"

✎ “One day, I’ll be moved on and you’ll want me, but I promise you, I’m not coming back this time”

✎ "The worst part is I truly loved you"

✎ “I fucking hate you for this, there’s no forgiving you this time”

✎ "I just want to know you care about me"

✎ “Don’t tell me you’re sorry if you’re not gonna mean it”

✎ "You saved me then killed me all over again"

✎ “I can’t hate you for everything you’ve done and I don’t know why”

✎ "Why am I always your second choice?"

✎ “You make me feel so stupid”

✎ "I loved you, believe me I did then you turned into someone else, someone... scary"

✎ “I can’t stay this time, I don’t think I love you anymore”

✎ "You were my ride or die"

✎ “I can’t think of any reason we should still be together”

✎ "Why did I even think I could be enough for you"

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mooncello · 3 months

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Hey friends. Holy wow my big sad brain took me out this past week. I couldn't touch anything creative until the last couple days. (The warm sunshine is helping.) I'm on my fourth rewrite of chapter two for lost boys. (Fourth!) I think this is the version y'all are gonna see because I cannot keep doing this to myself. At some point, things just need to be good enough, yeah?

Eternal gratitude for @thewholelemon who has read every version, every axed sentence and dead end, and continues to offer sage wisdom, feedback and encouragement. Jenny, you're also reminding me to have fun, and, well, I honestly think I would have given up on this thing by now without you. Alllll the love, my friend. 🩵

For today, I'm sharing part of a scene that ended up on the cutting room floor. Enjoy this dead darling as it's headed to the compost pile. In the spirit and practice of having fun and not overthinking things, it is unedited.

It's also long so I've placed it under the cut.

A delighted laugh spills out of my mouth, and I hold out my arms in a raw embrace of the elements, tilting my face into the warm rain and feeling the water collect in the dips of my eye sockets. Eventually I blink open my eyes to find Simon racing between thick, tall flower stems with Pockets. Simon stops for a breath and looks over his shoulder at me, his smile bright and open and wide. It only takes a couple minutes before we are completely soaked through. “Tink didn’t tell me it would rain,” Simon says once he’s finished running around and joins me by an enormous tower of purple orchids. “I don’t mind it,” I reply. I don’t, really. Not when it feels like the most luxurious hot shower, surrounded by giant flowers. Not when Simon is standing in front of me, his soaked t-shirt clinging to his form like a second skin. (That’s happening more – me noticing things like that. Specifically about Simon.) (He’s a dream. It’s fine. I wish he were real, but it’s fine.) “Let’s go dry off,” Simon laughs. We part ways with the others and return to the flat rocks overlooking the sea. The rain ends at the meadow’s edge, so it’s nothing but big blue sky and gentle sunshine as we stretch out on the rocks. A slow, balmy wind sweeps over us from the ocean. It smells of salt and lime and driftwood. The sun-warmed sandstone bleeds its warmth into my back, and I release a contented sigh. “Fuck…” I draw the word out so long it turns into a groan. “The sun feels good.” Simon gives a lazy laugh and rolls onto his stomach, resting his head across his arms. Our bodies make a near-perfect 90 degree angle. “I feel like a cat,” I mumble. “I don’t want to move. Ever.” There’s no response. Simon is silent, which is unusual for him. I squint open an eye against the bright sunlight and glance over at him, only to find him staring at me. His curls fall over his forehead and his eyelashes are still clumped together, thick with meadow rain. My stomach swoops. I feel exposed under his gaze. “What?” The faintest pink sweeps down his neck, and his eyes flick away. “Nothing.” He sniffs. “I mean, do you ever – I dunno…Would you…” He trails off, and I’m too sun-drunk to fully pursue. “They’re called words, Simon,” I drawl. Simon scrunches his nose and tucks his chin over his arms, tilting his head at me. “What d’you wanna do after drying off?” That isn’t what he had wanted to say, but I’m loose-limbed from the sun and distracted by the way his forearms are folded over one another. I tear my eyes away from his arms and say with a deep sigh, “Told you. I’m never moving from this rock. I’m a cat. A lizard. I’ve entered my reptilian era.” Simon laughs again, and the sound finds every crack inside my body and fills it with a warmth that surpasses the sun.

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nabinochu · 7 months

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I'm Fine

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Y'all ever wish you had a Mammon irl to tell you it's all gonna be ok? Bc I sure as hell do. More comfort, are we surprised? I swear I have other ideas brewing that aren't just Sad™ lol

Characters: Mammon (Obey Me)

Genre: Hurt/ Comfort.

Warnings: Talk of depression/ dealing with mental illness. Slight swearing.

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I can feel Mammon's presence behind me. He shuffles from one foot to the other, unsure how to approach until he seemingly can't hold back anymore.

"Hey, ya ok?

I can't break out of my trance, answering on autopilot.

"Yeah, m'fine."

I hear him grumble as he takes a couple of steps closer.

"Don't believe ya."

"M'fine."

"No. Ya ain't." He's standing next to me now. I can feel his concerned eyes bore into the side of me.

"What makes you say that?" I can't bring myself to look at him, knowing that if I do, I'll break immediately.

"Well, for starters, how long y've been brewin' an' stirrin' that coffee. Second, I've lost count of how many cups y've had today." He puts his hand over mine to stop me stirring the over-brewed coffee. I jump a little at the sudden contact.

"Third, we've barely been talkin'. All yer messages are super dry. And lastly," Mammon cups my face and makes me look at him. His eyes soften, though I don't miss how his expression falls a little when he takes me in.

"Those bags under yer eyes are lookin' damn heavy recently."

My breath hitches in my throat. Like a crooked hand creeping higher and higher and closing around my neck, I feel the lump forming and tightening. My eyes sting as it gets harder and harder not to crumble in Mammon's warmth. I try to stutter out some words, some hollow excuse to maintain the facade and ensure he wouldn't worry. But it's too late for that. I know he sees right through me. My chest burns. I can't find my breath. My eyes are everywhere except on Mammon as I try to fight the storm swirling in the pit of my stomach.

Pathetic. I tell myself. Weak. Burdensome. The brothers don't even like y-

"Hey! Look at me." Mammon grasps my shoulders and leans down to meet my eyes as if he could read my thoughts. "Doncha know? I love ya. So much."

A choked sob finally bubbles painfully from my throat, and my vision blurs with tears.

Mammon firmly pulls me to his chest, the front of his shirt becoming soaked instantly. I hear his heart thrumming against his chest, clearly fighting his nerves for my sake.

"Let it out. M'here." He sways us gently.

"It's ok if things're bad right now. But ya don't have to struggle alone. Let me carry some of the weight, kay? The Great Mammon is strong enough."

We stayed like this for some time until I had finally cried all I could. I feel numb, my head throbs. But I feel safe in Mammon's arms.

He shifts to rest his chin on top of my head.

"Wanna talk 'bout it?"

I think for a moment, trying to find my words. My voice is hoarse, barely a whisper.

"Sometimes, I just feel so sad. I can't explain it or describe it." I grip the material of his shirt.

"I'll be doing just fine. Then, the second I become aware that I'm doing fine, the darkness creeps back in. Sometimes, there are triggers. Other times, there aren't. I wish it made sense."

I feel Mammon's hand tracing patterns on my back as he listens.

"And sometimes, I think this is it; I've finally hit rock bottom. But then I find out there's a fucking basement."

He doesn't speak for a moment, seemingly searching his mind for the right thing to say.

"I'm....so sorry." He settles, letting out a breath he had been holding. "I wish I could take that pain away from ya."

I snake my arms around his waist and breathe in his scent. I turn my face to place a gentle kiss on his heart.

"You already do just by being around." I breathe. "You mean so much to me, Mams. More than you know. I can't imagine my life without you now." I croak out.

I feel him tense at my show of affection. He pulls me in tighter as if I would get snatched away from him if he let go, even for a second.

"W-well, of course! I'm yer first, after all!"

He takes a moment to gather himself and then speaks with sincerity.

"Yer my human. My one and only. I don't want to lose ya."

His voice becomes small.

"Can't lose ya."

"I'm sorry for worrying you."

"Nothin' to apologise for." He shakes his head. "Just stick around, yeah?" He pulls back just enough to meet my puffy eyes once more. I nod in agreement. He seems to consider something for a second, not entirely satisfied.

"Pinky Promise?" He holds his hand up to me, little finger extended.

I can't help the small smile that tugs at the corners of my mouth. Ah yes, the Avatar of Greed, the second strongest of the seven lords of the Devildom, who deals in pinky promises. My heart squeezes at the sight of the demon before me. My darkness seems to ease in this moment as I wrap my pinky tightly around his.

"Pinky Promise."

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20-th-centurygirl · 1 year

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Always support you ❁❀

Paring: Mason Mount x fem!reader

Warnings: Language, sad Mason ☹️

Summary: Reader comforts a very sad and overwhelmed Mason

A/N: This is so saddd. My heart breaks for mason atm, he gets so much unnecessary hate.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

You knew something was wrong with Mason, you'd known it for weeks. The situation at Chelsea had caused him to become a shell of your Mason and it seemed no-one and nothing could pull him out of that and with every tweet he read, goal Chelsea conceded and game they ultimately lost was making him worse. You couldn't remember the last time you'd seen him smile, heard him laugh, kissed him properly or even seen him genuinely happy and it worried you massively because normally Mason was clingy and constantly happy. You tried not to take his distance to heart, knowing that it was just him trying to find a way to deal with what felt like the whole world on his shoulders but it did.

You didn't say anything when he arrived home shortly after you, unsure of what his mood was. Normally after a loss he had two moods, angry and he'd snap at you before apologising a few hours later or just ignoring you completely and going straight to bed. Most of the time you saw the latter and in a strange way that hurt you more, even if he was snapping at least he acknowledged you.

Despite the voice in the back of your head telling you not to, you decided to test the waters anyway. "Mase, do you wanna talk about it or do you want me to leave you alone?" Your question was quiet and simple, not wanting to piss him off anymore than he clearly was. He shook his head as he stared at the ground, but you were unsure which question he was shaking his head at. "Mase which one do you want babe? Me to leave?" He slowly lifted his head and it was only then that you noticed tears threatening to spill "Please don't leave me." He whispered as a tear rolled down his cheek. Immediately you ran over to him and wrapped your arms around him. "Oh mase." His head fell to the crook of your neck and soaked that and your shirt instantly. You rubbed his back reassuringly as you slowly guided him over the sofa, careful not to move him too fast. You lay down on your back as Mason lay on top of you, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist and his head back in the crook of your neck as soft sobs racked his body. "I've been so worried about out. What's been going on?" You asked, pressing small kisses to the side of his head as you stroked his back reassuringly. You felt him shake his head slightly and you didn't want to press him, he'd tell you when he was ready and you were fine with that.

You weren't sure how long you stayed like that, you whispering phrases of comfort and placing small kisses to Mason's head and he continued to sob into your neck. You'd shut your eyes in the process, mainly to try and keep your own tears at bay. Mason was the embodiment of the sun to you, so seeing him in such a defeated and desperate state shattered your heart.

They shot open, however, when you felt Mason's head move so he was looking at you. There were only a few tears running down his face now and his breathing had seemed to calm down so you assumed he wanted to talk. You shuffled to sit up, Mason doing the same so that you were both facing each other. You took both is hands in yours, "What's going on Mase?" He shook his head as he took a deep breath. "It's stupid." 'It isn't stupid if it upsets you this much love. You don't have to be brave around me." And that nearly sent him into another wave of sobs. He managed to stop himself, but that didn't stop the tears from falling a little quicker and heavier down his cheeks. "I don't know what I'm doing wrong y/n. I've given this club my all and I'm trying so hard and I'm just playing like shit no matter what. And then there's what everyone's saying. I see every tweet and every Instagram comment. It's like I can't stop myself from looking even though it makes me feel fucking horrible. When you're asleep I just sit there for hours looking at them and then I just-" his voice began to wobble again and you could tell he was struggling massively to keep his composure so you squeezed his hand gently "I'm not going anywhere Mason. Take your time love." He sent you a weak smile. "I've lost count of how many times I've just lay there and silently cried. I wanted to tell you but I just couldn't. And then I just felt like shit because I knew the way I was acting around you was hurting you even though you pretened it wasnt. I just feel so pathetic and I feel like I'm a massive disappointment to everyone. I'm just so fucking tired." He broke out into another sob and you held on to him like it was the last time you were ever going to see him. You went back to your original position of lying down except this time Mason had his head on your chest and was looking up at you. You held his cheeks and tried to wipe away the tears that were escaping too quickly for you to catch with your thumbs. "Mason Tony Mount, I promise you now you are not pathetic. You are not and you never will be a disappointment. I can't put into words how fucking proud I am. You are incredible and you've achieved so much in such a small amount of time and you've still got such an incredible career ahead of you darling. You will never disappoint me, you will never disappoint your parents, or anyone else in your family or mine, you will never disappoint any of our friends. So so many people, I mean hundreds of thousands, love you and admire you. You're so incredibly talented. And as for the fans treating you like shit, they're all cunts." Mason huffed out a small laugh at this and that brought a huge smile onto your face. "If people switch up on you because you're in a bad patch after consistently working your arse off for 3 years then that's their problem and they're certainly not real fans. But I promise you so so so many fans idolise you. This is one small blip and you will get out of it. You're tired and you've worked hard physically and mentally and that's going to take a toll on anyone. But Mason you need to promise me that the next time you're struggling with something you tell me straight away instead of suffering in silence because no one deserves that. I will never think less of you for being emotional, I will never love you any less for crying, if anything it makes me love and respect you even more for not being afraid of being vulnerable and trusting me that much and I didn't think that was even possible. I love you Mason, I always will. Okay?" He simply nodded, too moved by your words to even speak. He did however manage to muster up a quiet "I love you too, forever." You leaned down and kissed him gently before wrapping him up in your arms again, you touched him as if he were glass that would shatter at the slightest touch.

You rested on the sofa for a little bit longer, Mason's tears had turned into a few silent tears running down his face and his breathing had returned to its normal state. "Mase, go to bed, you're exhausted." You gently stroked his cheek in an attempt to wake him up as he slowly drifted in and out of sleep. "Come with me?." His voice muffled against your chest. "Course I will, come on." You both stood up and you held Mason's hand as he was slightly wobbly. You changed into one of his shirts and he changed into fresh boxers before you both got into bed, Mason resuming the position you'd been in downstairs. You threaded your fingers through his hair and occasionally kissed it to get him to drift of faster. You thought he'd finally fell asleep until he spoke, "thank you. You always know what to say and do and I'm sorry I shut you out the way I did when all you wanted to do was help. I really love you." "It's okay, I understand why you didn't but just promise you won't bottle stuff up and let it build like this again Mase. And you never need to thank me for doing my job as your girlfriend, I love you too." He let out a satisfied hum and with that he finally allowed himself to fall asleep, content in the knowledge you were always going to support him no matter what.

#footballer x reader #footballer imagine #football imagine #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #mason mount x you #footballer x y/n #mason mount imagine #mason mount

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breakfastteatime · 7 months

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(For Whumptober Day 26 - 'Sometimes I get so tired, I don't know myself')

"Hey, hey, you're okay. You're okay, Cal. Take it slow."

Lights and rain blind Cal the moment he opens his eyes. A strange garbled sound emerges from him. What... where...

A shadow leans over, offering relief from the lights and the rain. Who? Master Tapal? Cal blinks the rainwater from his startled eyes, clearing his vision. Oh. Cal's slow brain finally coughs up an identity. It's Prauf. Good thing Cal can't get any words out right now.

Good thing he's too tired to cry. Disappointment knocks the wind out of him.

Prauf looks sad. "I warned you," he says. "They're called death shifts for a reason." There's a big hand resting on Cal's head. "You look awful." Prauf sighs. "Good news though, you made it through."

Death shift. Five days. Minimal breaks. Never leaving the shipyard. Quadruple pay if you see all five days through and remain productive throughout. He'd made it? All those credits were his now. He'd be ahead, just for a little while. He can finally repair his -

Prauf looks over his shoulder. "Hey! I dunno what any of you slackers are staring at, but you better start minding your own business unless you wanna get assigned to septic tank duty!"

Cal pushes himself up. The ship is hazy, the other scrappers patches of blue and orange hustling around him. He feels all heavy and light all in one go. His exhaustion isn't gone, but he feels good enough to get right back to work. Maybe he should. Look, his tools are right there. All he's gotta do is pick... pick... pi -

When Cal misses for the third time, Prauf swipes them up and tucks them on his own belt. "Not a chance, pal, you can't even see straight," he says. "You got a second wind?"

Second... secondy thousand wind? Whatever. Cal nods.

"Great!" Prauf gives him a hearty pat on the back. "Let's use that to get to the train."

"I'm fine," Cal says.

Or not.

"People who are fine can enunciate," Prauf chuckles. "Sorry, but 'mfyn' doesn't pass muster. Besides, the Guild's pretty strict about rest periods after death shifts. Even they've got some limits."

Eyes rolling, Cal plods along with Prauf... plods into Prauf... all the way back to the train. Plenty of people stare at him on the station. Cal weaves on his feet, Prauf poking him back into place every now and then. People stare more. Are they waiting for him to fall? (Again?) Not too many people can pull off a death shift, especially not teeny tiny Humans, and word got around that Cal was on one (he asked for it, and he'll never complain about a mere hell shift ever again). Maybe they think he failed. Hah, he'll show them on payday. He's gonna get the best meal down at the Sparkplug and -

The train pulls in. Cal nearly falls over as it screeches by. Prauf wraps an arm around him, holding tight. It finally stops, doors sliding open, workers spewing out from its greasy innards.

Everyone about to board their carriage waits.

Prauf nudges him. "Death shift survivors always get to go first."

Cal boards the carriage, finds himself a chair next to a support beam and falls into it. Everyone else follows, the carriage filling with the stench of rain soaked bodies. He can feel the prickly prickles of eyes watching him. He knows - he's an easy target and someone's going to take the opportunity to rob him.

Prauf stands in front of him, blocking him from view. "What?" he tells the other scrappers. "You really think you're gonna try something?"

"Hey, it's called a death shift. If the kid can't defend himself, he shouldn't volunteer for 'em."

Cal looks up. Someone is actually trying to square up to Prauf. Cal notes the uniform. Hazmat. Brain's gotta be cooked from all the shit they breathe in all day. 'Cause Prauf is big. Like really big. Like soooooo big. Cal watches him looming over the Hazmat dumbass.

"Try it," Prauf says.

The crowd steps back.

All except one.

"Get tae fuck!" Tabbers. Tabbers is here too. "Youse better leave the boy alone, else you'll be picking your teeth out of my fists!"

"He ain't got any, Tabbers!" someone shouts.

More shouts go out. Then the only people standing in front of Cal are Prauf and Tabbers, and the train is moving, rocking down the tracks and Cal is -

"Such a wee thing to be working like this."

Footsteps. Boots on rain-soaked metal. Cal is... not walking. He opens his eyes. Whoa, the ground is a long way below. Prauf's thrown him over one shoulder. Literally. He watches his arms swinging with every step Prauf takes.

"I tried telling him he didn't need to do it, but wanna know what he said?"

Prauf's voice, rumbling right into Cal's ear.

"I already hate what youse are gonna say to me," Tabbers moans.

"He says 'Might as well be at work instead of sitting doing nothing. Otherwise, it's just laziness.'"

Tabbers' complaints follow Cal down into sleep.

He wakes up again on a sofa brimming with sleepy energy. He knows it so well. He's at Prauf's place. Safe. He opens his eyes and finds a blanket over his head. He fights his way free of the thing (it's four times the size he needs it to be) and emerges into the bleak light of Bracca's dawn. Even that's enough to stab him through both eyes and directly into his aching head.

"Morning!" Prauf calls from his small kitchenette. "You alive?"

Cal grunts.

Prauf laughs. "Not quite regained the power of speech, huh?" He walks over and drops a cup of caf and a bowl of oatmeal on the coffee table. "Get that down you."

Cal doesn't need telling twice. When he emerges, he's even starting to feel alive again.

"You're off-shift until tomorrow," Prauf says. "Your prize for surviving a death shift."

"Okay." Cal doesn't even care that he can't go to work today. He survived a death shift, and he only had a few hallucinations and a couple of accidental naps on his feet while doing it. Maybe he'll make it a yearly thing whenever he could use the extra credits. "Thanks for letting me sleep here."

"You can talk! You didn't break your brain!"

Cal glares at Prauf. Prauf cracks up.

"So, today's my day off too. Whaddya say, wanna head into town and pick up the parts you need for your heater? I'll be happy to help you fix it up."

"Really?"

"Really, kiddo. C'mon, shake a leg."

Sliding off the couch, Cal pulls his boots on. "Thanks, Prauf. For everything."

"Anytime. And Cal?"

His head pops out of his poncho. "Yeah?"

"No more death shifts, alright? Surviving here is all about pacing. Don't wear yourself down to the bone before you're done growing, okay?"

Cal's is a crooked smile. "I'll try."

#star wars jedi: fallen order #jfo headcanon #jfo minific #cal kestis #prauf #bracca #whumptober 2023

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nycbaby21 · 9 months

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"I really hope so pt. 2"

*so glad you guys enjoyed the last part. here is part 2, hopefully you like it as much as I liked writing it. also sorry for the love interest change. I promise I'll give Mat his moment soon*

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Running outside to my car, I got completely soaked. It seemed like the rain didn’t want me to feel alone so the sky cried with me. I thought about going home, but with the downpour and my teary vision, I settled for the next best thing. I pulled up to Tito’s house and sat in the car. I sat there for a few minutes finally taking in what all happened tonight. My phone buzzing brought me out of my thoughts. I try and clear my throat to make it seem like I hadn’t been crying, “Hey T. What’s up?” I hear shuffling from the phone,” Oh nothing much just wondering how long you were gonna sit in the car?” I look up and see him through the now-open door.

I make my way to him and he wraps a towel around me. “It’s warm,” I smile enjoying the warmth compared to the chilling rain outside. “I put it in the dryer when I saw you sitting in the car,” he says leading me inside and stopping when we get to the living room. He goes to his room and comes back with a pair of boxers and an old sweatshirt. I give him a small smile and head to his bathroom. My mind hasn’t stopped since I left Mat’s place. Was this how he felt a few weeks ago, heartbroken and needing a friend.

I left my wet clothes on the floor in his bathroom and wiped off what little makeup I had worn today of. I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror. Unlike Mat when he showed up all wet and sad, I looked like a total mess. My eyes traveled down to the sweatshirt and I immediately let out a small smile. His Team Canada sweatshirt was the one thing he never let anyone borrow. I had seen people try and he always gives them another one.

I slowly walk back into the living room and see him setting up the couch. “What are you doing,” I laugh seeing him fuss over a blanket. His head snapped up and he opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. His shocked expression turned soft almost instantly. “Uhm when I was sad when I was younger Francis would build a blanket fort in the living room. I thought maybe it would help you too, but you probably think it’s stupid right? Of course, it is. You are a grown woman why the hell would a fort make you feel better,” he rambles trying to tear it down.

“Don’t you dare mess that up! Tito this was really sweet. It means a lot to me okay, even more now that I know why you made it,” I say grabbing his hand and pulling it away from the blankets. He lets out a deep breath and nods. I shake my head and laugh at him. “Okay, where do you need me, boss,” I say turning and looking up at him. He looks over and pauses, staring intensely at my face, and then instructs me to grab pillows from his room. After a couple mishaps, we finally had a stable enough fort.

“I see why Francis made these as kids, you suck at them,” I joke poking his side once we get settled in. “You take that back,” he acts offended by my moment, but his eyes show that he really isn’t. “Never,” I laugh leaning over him and opening the Netflix app on his laptop. “Okay, so what do you wanna watch,” I ask looking up at him. He shrugs his shoulder,” I don’t care what you pick.” I give him a weird look. “What was that for,” he asks smoothing down the wrinkles I made in my forehead.

I let out a small laugh because it tickled. “I don’t know, it’s just I never pick,” I shrug scrolling through. “Wait in all the years you and Mat have been friends, you have never picked something for you to watch,” he asks sitting up looking over at me. “Nope. He always made fun of what I picked, even if it was in a joking way. I just thought it was easier if he picked,” I say still scrolling. “You should just pick because I’ll probably pick something stupid and take forever,” I say pushing the laptop towards him. He shakes his head and pushes it back. “Not happening. We are going to sit here and watch whatever you pick. If it’s something you like you shouldn’t be embarrassed by it. I’m sure I’ll like whatever it is.”

His words kind of stunned me for a second. I shake them off, not trying to think too far into things and finally click some Adam Sandler movie. I look over at him and he is smiling. “See I told you it would be good,” he bumped my shoulder with his. I roll my eyes and lean back into the bottom of the couch. He quickly follows and throws a blanket over our legs. After two movies, we both fell asleep in the fort. I did first and Tito was too scared to move so he slept in a very uncomfortable position.

The next week almost every night I spent over at Tito’s place. We slowly started to create a small routine. It was kind of weird how normal it felt. We were always close friends, but I thought that was because of Mat. I was quickly learning that wasn’t the case, we weren’t friends because of Mat. We were friends. Period. That is the whole sentence.

“Hey I have a question for you,” I hear his voice over the phone. I had come back home giving him a break from playing therapist. “Hey, I may have an answer,” I say back. I can almost hear his eye roll. “So you remember how I said I didn’t have a date for that fundraiser gala next month,” he says causing me to think back. “Yeah, I think so,” I reply wondering why he was bringing this up. “Well, I want a date because I knew I could make an appearance and then leave. Well, apparently we have to stay the whole night. And I am going to be bored out of my mind. So I was wondering if you would want to come with me,” he says almost sounding nervous. “Tito, do you want me to go with you,” I ask smiling at him. “Y/n. Don’t tease me okay. I just thought you would make the night more bearable,” he sighs.

Suddenly I feel bad for teasing him. He had been so good to me these past few weeks and I really did owe him big time. “I would be honored to be your date, T,” I say with full sincerity. I hear a small yes and then something falling onto the ground. “I’m okay,” he says quickly. I can’t hold back my laughter and his dorky self knocking something over in excitement because I said yes.

The more time we had been spending together, the less I thought about my feelings for Mat. Of course, a small part of me was still sad over the whole thing, but for the most part, I was fine. It was so strange how I thought my whole world would end if Mat didn’t feel the same way, but it was still very much intact. “Just send me what you are wearing and I’ll match it okay,” he said. “Aw. It’s kind of like prom,” I say lightly picking on him. “Shut up,” he grumbles. We talked for a little more and then hung up since he had an early morning practice.

The next morning I woke up to a text from him saying he wanted to treat me to lunch for helping him out. I reassured him it was no big deal and he didn’t have to do this. But if I knew one thing it was that Anthony Beauvillier was stubborn and once his mind was made up that was it. I threw on some leggings and his team Canada sweatshirt I still hadn’t given back and hopped into my Uber. I had been to the arena so many times with Mat that he got me a badge to get in and out with.

I show it off to Ernie, the security guard, and he smiles and sends me on my way. I wander through the halls and follow the noise of yelling and skates scooting over the ice. I find a spot in the stands out of the way and watch the guys practice. I find Tito easily and he looks up and sends me a confused look. I shrug my shoulders and smile. He continues practicing and my eyes drift over to the movement on my right side.

“Hey girly,” I hear her sickeningly sweet voice and wonder is it too late to run. I turn and look up sending a small smile her way. “Hi. How are you,” I ask confused when she pulls me in for a hug. “Listen I heard you okay. So I want you to hear me, Mat is mine even when he hasn’t got it,” she whispered into my ear during the hug. I pulled back and went to say something but the guys were walking our way. They both send each other a look and speed up their walking. “Everything good over here,” Tito asks with caution. He knew all the nasty things she had said to me over the years. “Oh yeah for sure. Just catching up really,” I say in the fakest voice I can. Every one of us knows that it is fake but we all pass right over it.

“Hi Matty,” she smiles up at him pulling him into a deep kiss. I look up at Tito who is trying so hard not to laugh at the obvious jealousy. When he finally looks my way I can’t hold it in any longer. I turn and tuck my face into his chest and let out a laugh. They break away rather quickly after that. “Something funny,” her voice sounded like it was laced with venom. “Oh no sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt, whatever that was. I was just making a stupid face and she laughed. Right Y/n,” he pulled me out of his chest and sent me a wink. I couldn’t help the small dusting of blush that came onto my face.

“Right. You know him and his stupid faces,” I smile back at the couple. For the first time, I meet Mat’s stare. “Great practice Barzy, you really gave them a run for their money,” I smile genuinely. I didn’t hate Mat, in all honesty, I did miss his friendship. “Thanks, Y/n,” he says sending a small smile my way. “So how long has this been a thing,” she asks referring to Tito and I who were still standing close to each other. “It’s not a thing. Just two friends here,” Tito says resting his arm on my head. I elbow him in his open side and he groans. I stick my tongue out at him. “Oh well you know, I’ve heard that one before,” she looks straight at me when she says it.

Mat went to say something but Tito beat him to it,” well we better get going. We both know how hangry this one gets if she isn’t fed.” Normally I would give him a dirty look, but I would go along with anything to get out of this conversation. “Bye, guys. Hope you have a really good night,” I say honestly turning and locking arms with Tito and heading to his car. “We will,” she calls out, just having to have the last word.

“I would never put my hands on a woman but oh my gosh that girl is just plain nasty,” he groans walking over to my side of the car opening it for me, and then chuncking his bag in the back. I laugh as he gets in and starts the car. “She’s not worth it T,” I say flipping through the stations and finally settling on one I liked. “I don’t know how you haven’t slapped her yet,” he laughs heading to get something to eat. “Because only one of us in this car looks good in orange, and it sure as hell isn’t me,” I joke looking over at him.

He blushed and cleared his throat. “So where do you wanna eat,” he asks trying to change the subject. “Oh, no sir. We are not skipping over this. Is that blush on your face? Did I make the Anthony Beauvilliern blush,” I reach over and put my hand on his cheek. “Whatever,” he laughs grabbing my hand and pulling it away from his face. I don’t know what made me do this, but I laced our fingers together and rested them on my leg. It’s a good thing we were at a redlight because I’m pretty sure he would have crashed the car.

In the next two weeks leading up to the gala things slowly started changing between us. Not in a bad way, but in a very unexpected way. I found myself laughing a little harder at his jokes, spending more time in his clothes than mine, and making an excuse to just be near him. Apart of me was beginning to have feelings for him, but another part was scared. The last time that happened didn’t end too well for me. And I didn’t want him to think I was taking advantage of his friendship. I had two options; hide my feelings like last time or do something about them. Each one of them scared me.

Rapid knocks filled my house as I tried to put on my dress. “Oh my gosh, I’m coming,” I yell and run into the door holding the dress together. “It’s about time. Your neighbor was giving me the weirdest,” his words stopped when he looked in at me. I was thankful for the makeup I had already done because the way he was smiling at me made my face warm. “Sorry this stupid zipper is giving me hell,” I say making my way back to the hallway mirror, turning around and trying to reach it.

“Here let me,” he says softly and I turn around facing the mirror. I watch his face filled with concentration. It was sweet how gentle he was trying to be. His fingers brushed up my spine as he pulled the zipper up with ease. He stopped at the top and looked into the mirror locking eyes with me. “There you go,” he whispers. I clear my throat and smile at him. Turning around I stand on my tiptoes and place a quick kiss to his cheek. “Thanks. Give me three seconds to put on my shoes and we can go,” I smile at the frozen man in the hallway.

The event was boring by any means, it was for a really good cause. But I would rather have another conversation with Mat and his girlfriend than sit at this table and listen to this guy ramble on and on. I try not to seem rude and pretend interest but I am failing miserably. “I’m so sorry Hank. Would you mind if I stole her for two seconds,” Sydney Martin wraps her hand around my wrist and drags me over to a smaller table with some of the guy’s wives.

“I could kiss you right now,” I say deflating throwing my head onto the table. The girls laugh and Syd rubs my back on the open part of my dress. “Hank is a great guy but man is he boring,” we all laugh sharing stories about the sweet older man. I do a quick scan of the room and see Tito standing with Sydney’s husband Matt. He looks my way and I make a face at him. He laughs into his cup trying to pay attention to what Anders is going on about. “You guys are cute,” Syd leans down and says to just me. I smile at her and look back towards him. We make eye contact and I send him a wink. He starts choking on his drink.

Sydney and I try to contain our laughter but we sound like two hyenas. I finally stop and try to breathe when I see Mat walk in arm in-arm with his girlfriend. I look back to Tito who taps his cheek, joking about me slapping her. I roll my eyes at him and Mat leads them over to his group blocking my view. “I don’t know Syd. I mean I think I really like him, but just a little while ago I told Mat all that stuff and I don’t want him to think I’m using him to get over Mat,” I sigh looking over at her. She sends me a warm smile,” sweetie he doesn’t think that. None of us will think that okay? We all see the way he looks at you, it’s not one-sided.”

I look around the group and they nod and agree. I smile and take a deep breath. “Okay well then I guess I’ll be right back,” I say standing up and making my way to the guys. I hear clapping and whistling and directly flip them off. “Oh Y/n, perfect I need your opinion on something,” Anders throws an arm over my shoulder. “Oh I’m scared,” I joke laughing. “Hey that hurts,” he pushes me playfully. I wobble and Tito leans over and wraps an arm around me. I smile up at him.

The conversation flows between everyone and he leans down into my ear and says,” You’re very distracting, you know.” I shake my head laughing at him,” You are one to talk,” I smile up at him. I look back over to the girls who are all sending me a thumbs up. I notice Mat staring at me and he sends me a genuine smile. I send him one back and look over at his girlfriend. “Well I am getting bored so I’m heading back to the cool kids’ table,” I laugh and the guys all gasp,” You wanna come with.” She raises her eyebrows and looks around. “Me,” she asks shocked. “Yeah. You don’t have to but you are more than welcome if you need a break from these guys,” I smile and give Tito a squeeze and turn to walk away.

She quickly kisses Mat’s cheek and walks over to me. I link our arms and walk back over to the table. “Guys you all know Mat’s girlfriend right? I saved her from the goofs over there,” I laugh looking over at the group. Everyone reintroduces themselves and Syd sends me a questioning look. I shake my head and smile joining in the conversation. After a few hours, everyone was getting ready to head home and we met Mat and Tito at the door.

“Thank you for tonight Y/n, I had a really good time. I am sorry about everything. I was jealous and insecure because you are really pretty and the nicest person I have ever met. Mat would always talk so highly of you and I was scared one day he would realize you would be better for him,” she says stopping me right before we get there. “It’s okay, I understand. You didn’t handle it in the best way, but that’s over now. We can start fresh,” I smile giving her a hug. “I’d really like that. I don’t have many girlfriends but I’m glad I have you,” she hugs me back and we walk over to the guys. They both give us crazy looks and we laugh.

“I'm sorry. Did I miss something cause that seemed very friendly and nice,” Mat asked and Tito slapped his chest. “Dude shut up. You may scare the kindness away,” he jokes looking towards me. Mat slaps his chest back and I turn to him,” Thank you Barzy.” He smiles and nods. “Well I hate to leave the good company but someone promised me food and I am starving,” I laugh rubbing my stomach. I reach over and hug them both. “Thank you, for that. And Tito is a really lucky guy Y/n” Mat says hugging me back. I smile and hold my hand out for Tito. He grabs it and leads us away from them and to the car.

“Girls confuse the hell out of me,” he laughs arm wrapped around me walking down the sidewalk. “Me too,” I laugh looking up at him. We get to the car and he goes to open it. Before he walks to his side I stop him. “Hey can we talk for a second,” I asked rubbing his hand with my thumb. He hums in agreement. “These past few weeks have been really nice and I don’t want to ruin this by saying anything. But last time almost ruined me so I need to get it off my chest,” I start and he nods telling me to continue. “I think I really like you, T,” I say looking down at our hands.

I hear him let out a sigh of relief. “Good because I think I really like you too,” he smiles taking his other hand and guiding my face up to meet his. “I don’t want you to think I’m using you,” I say looking into his eyes. “I don’t. I was scared you’d think I was taking advantage of you,” he whispers tucking a stray hair behind my ear. “No chance,” I smile. “So you wanna do this? Give us a try,” he asks smiling down at me. I nod,” My heart has been broken so many times in the past… but you won’t hurt me, right? I can trust you.” He grins and nods his head. “You can always trust me,” he says before pushing his lips into mine and leaning me back into the side of the car.

My hands fly into his hair and we stay there just showing each other how we feel. The moment was sweet and gentle and would have lasted longer if we hadn’t been interrupted. “Get your girl Tito,” Matt Martin yells while poor Sydney tries to get him in their car. We break away and laugh and then wave goodbye. I lean up and kiss him one more time. “Okay, now can we please go get something to eat. I wasn’t kidding I’m starving,” I pout looking up at him through my eyelashes. “Of course. Anything for my girl.”

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indecenthoney · 4 months

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Just a Taste

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“Hey… Have you seen my yogurt? You know… The one I was talking about… The limited one… Dude… You know- The… The thing! The thing I bought for myself when we went grocery shopping… Uhm… What are you doing over there? Yes, you… Why are you facing away from me? What are you hiding? Turn around… I said… turn around… You motherfucker… Are you fucking serious? I’ve been waiting all day to eat that! Do you understand how much of a shitty day I’ve been having? That was my reward! And it’s almost finished!?! Sit down… You heard me… sit… down… One way or another… I’m having my reward…”

Towering over her as my lips pressed against hers. Lingering lips as I explore her tongue in order to get taste of my reward. Sure there was a certain hunger in my action, but I was gentle with her. I craved for a taste, but she craved the sensation. I pulled back only to see her in tears waiting for more. An eager little lady awaiting my next move. My knee pressed against her crotch; only raising the tension even higher. Whimpers resound the room as she rubs against my thigh.

“Aw… What’s wrong? You’re already so needy… Do you want my attention? So fucking pathetic… Getting all drippy and wet after teeny tiny kiss? Ah no… Stick that tongue out, pup… That’s a better look… That’s it, sweetie… Don’t you move… Let my fingers do their thing… What a soft tongue you have… Drooling like a mutt… Aren’t you ashamed? Rubbing your crotch like a bitch in heat? Bad… Bad girl… I’m not done with you… Who said you can get off, huh?”

Cupping her chin I placed what little yogurt we had left onto her tongue before having another taste. She melted with every kiss. Shockwaves of pleasure ran through her as she gripped onto my shirt trying to hang on for dear life. I could care less about what I’m doing to her. What’s a harmless little kiss? Hm? It’s not my fault if she finger fucks herself in the process. I watched as she squirmed, whimpered, and begged for my attention. My approval. She wanted to show how pretty she was. How fuckable, she was. But all I could do was give her a kiss.

“Aw, sweetie… you’re making one hell of a mess… your panties are absolutely soaked… What? Why are we crying? Uhuh? Yeah? Cause it feels good? And you don’t know what to do with yourself? C’mon, speak up… Tell me what you want… You wanna cum? Yeah? Yeah? You wanna be pretty for me? Fuck you senseless? Yeah? Oh, sweetie… And I wanted my fucking yogurt… But we can’t always have what we want, can we? Good night~”

It was a bit mean of me to not give the attention she wanted, but she needed to learn a lesson. I gave her one last kiss before running my hands along her soaked panties. Only to leave her an incoherent and sobby mess. She chased after me with shaky legs only to drop to the floor as I shut the door behind me. I could hear her claw and whimper at the door. A muffled, yet wet sloppy sound echoes throughout my room. I couldn’t help but laugh seeing how much I’ve reduced my roommate into a horny little beast. It was sad, really.

Maybe next time, she’ll think twice before ever eating my things again.

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Bites you,

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1leeknower · 1 year

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"I hate the rain, but if the rain was love, i'd be standing in it ti'll i'm soaking wet"

⏤͟͟͞͞ Lee know x Male reader

angst!

part 2 here

Drabble cause i just cant bring myself to write a full oneshot! 😀 (i might end up doing a part two of this) Not proofread!

Two knocks on minho's door, "weird" He thought since he wasnt waiting for anybody; Once he opened the door, in the pouring rain stood a man, crying, soaked, with a pout on his lips, the first thing Lino did was pull the other guy inside, it was his "friend", Y/n.

Lino goes to get some towels for Y/n, while said man was left on the living room, waiting for the smaller male to come back.

The fact is, Y/n is very, very, very insecure, and is always seeking approval from others, which leads to him thinking he's not enough, making him drink more and more, It broke Minho's heart seeing him like this. Lino loved Y/n, but said boy just couldnt see it, too busy chasing people who just aren't worth a penny, much less all that admiration.

Today was one of those midnights where sadness would take over, leading Y/n to the closest bar, when he just couldn't take it anymore he would just drag his feet to Minho's place, crying himself to sleep, The next day he would leave by the morning, before minho woke up; It was a vicious cycle, repeating over and, over again.

It Hurt minho maybe just the same amount as It Hurt Y/n, whenever the L/n got drunk, he did things that he would regret later, one of those times he kissed minho, Y/n still didnt know that, lino knew that if Y/n found out things would get weird between them and since L/n would always talk about how he regrets everything once he's sober, lee know thought that Y/n would regret the kiss, Lino also felt guilty, because he got too carried away and kissed his friend back, even though he knew you weren't in your right state of mind, he spent many nights wide awake thinking about how stupid he had been.

Bangchan and Jisung already had told him that he shouldn't keep on taking care of you and being so mean to himself, he was trying his best, and in this moment he was the only one actually caring for you, but he just couldn't help it, he loved you so much to just leave you hanging like that, even if that shattered his heart into tiny little pieces.

Taking a deep breath, he took the towels and left to go back to the other male in the living room, Y/n was standing, holding into the hem of his shirt, eyes red and puffy, tears still dripping on his face, Lino handed L/n the towel, but just as he thought the taller male was reaching for the towel, Y/n pulled Lino by his wrists soon holding him into a tight hug:— Im sorry, I love you – Y/n said, muffled by Lee Know's covered shoulder, no response, Minho wanted to tell L/n everything, but he just didn't have the confidence, he felt pathetic.

—I don't wanna hurt you, I just don't know what to do, everything right now is just a mess and I don't know how to handle it, but you make everything seem perfect, like problems didn't even exist with you – Y/n's words stung, Hard to tell who was hurt the most; Lino couldn't bring himself to form a full sentence, all he did was give in into Y/n's touch, holding back the tears, the confessions, holding back the entire world he had going on his mind, he was hurt too, but no one could see it, he thought that it was because he just wouldn't let people get closer to him, but then he noticed it's in reality because people just don't care about anyone else; Once again Y/n spoke, even tho he wasn't getting replies, he felt comfortable enough to open up, even if Lino wasn't listening:— do you think im useless? – "do you think im mean?"

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stxrshxpxd · 1 year

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🌷 fic friday;

“i wish i was there”

1995 graham coxon x reader,, smut

I hadn’t seen Graham in over a week and had begun to go a little out of my mind. With my work hours and his studio hours it didn’t matter that they hadn’t toured for months; we were never in the same place at the same time. He might as well have been on the other side of the world, with the occasional late night call from the studio.

“I wish I was there with you in your bed,” he sighed.

I was in fact not in bed, but standing in the kitchen twirling the phone wire around my finger until it began turning blue.

“Me too.”

Graham’s tone had been innocent, even a little sad. But an image sparked in my mind of him and his warm, bare skin on my bed, his fingers journeying across the inside of my thigh. Impulsively I detangled my finger from the wire and my hand fell to grasp the flesh of my thigh, just below the hem of Graham’s plaid boxer shorts I had on.

“Well, we just got quite a good take for the Best Days chorus. Damon’s actually-“

“Graham,” I interrupted and instantly felt bad. But the other feelings inside me had the overhand. “Can you tell me what you would do if you were here? To me.”

“To you?”

He was slowly catching on, but he sounded slightly nervous. We had never done anything like this before. I had, however, slid down onto one of my wooden chairs and also slid my hand inside the boxers.

“Like, would you wanna touch me somewhere?”

Just about anything out of his mouth would’ve turned me on. I decided it was a sick form of torture to seperate two twenty five year olds who had only been together three months for longer than a couple of days.

Graham breathed on the other end and I heard him work up a whisper.

“I would love my fingers deep inside you,” he said at last, in a somewhat polite manner. I smiled instantly and buried two of my fingers inside myself, disappointed with their size compared to what I was imagining.

“And make you whimper.”

I let a small moan out and thought I heard a sharp inhale from Graham.

“Shit. Do that again.”

I giggled and gave him another one, louder and slightly forced.

“Are you.. touching yourself right now?”

His voice had shrunk even further.

“Yeah,” I breathed. I had pulled my soaked fingers out again and was rubbing circles around my clit, lost in the image of his large hands drenched in my wetness.

“God,” Graham exhaled. There was a slight rustle on the other line and I knew his sharp breaths were hot, I could almost feel them on my skin through the phone.

“You’ve messed me up really bad, Y/N.”

“Sorry,” I laughed quietly.

“I’ll make up an excuse. I’ll, uh… I’ll be at yours in thirty minutes. And stop touching yourself till then.”

And the call came to an abrupt end with a click. I pulled my hand out of the boxer shorts and sat in silence with anticipation beating in my chest.

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petersbaby · 1 year

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Take me where the music ain't too loud - part 1 of 2 ♡

Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: rough/dominant language, oral m receiving, ball worship (I’m not really sure what to call it), facial

A/N: hi :)

Everything is so loud, so overwhelming, but you still feel his grip on your wrist as he practically drags you to the upstairs bathroom at this party. You’d been dancing with him for a while, grinding all up on him in front of everybody and he’d finally had enough.

“Fuck, I found myself a little whore. You’re gonna be mine, alright? You wanna be mine tonight?”

You nod dumbly, dropping down to your knees and he smiles wickedly. He was soaking up the way you oozed with need for him, the way he could tell you wanted him the second you locked eyes in the busy room. He reaches down and grabs your hair, yanking it roughly to force you to look up at him.

“Say you need it.”

You blink, looking at him, lips slightly parted. He pulled harder and the sting brought you back to reality.

“Please, I need it.”

“Please, huh? So nice for me. Go ahead.”

You immediately bring your hands up to his belt buckle, feeling the leather and metal on your fingertips. He stares down at you in your desperate state, getting the buckle undone and looking back up at him as if to seek praise for a job well done. He just nods, smiling slightly. You continue, now unbuttoning, then unzipping, then…

It sits heavy in front of your face, and part of you wonders if he’s so hard for you or if he just was and you were the first girl he happened to find. As you pause for a moment, he reaches down to caress your cheek.

“So pretty. My pretty girl. Put it in your mouth.”

Your lips immediately fall open along with your jaw, and you get your mouth on him, taking the base of his cock in your hand at the same time. He groans, feeling so much relief from the contact. You pump his shaft while you start sucking, taking half the length in your mouth at first.

Another groan and a quiet “fuck” from him was enough to encourage you to take the rest. You wanted to be so good for him. It wasn’t long til the tip touched the back of your throat, again and again. He has a fistful of your hair, pulling on it, starting to help you move at the pace he wanted.

It’s obscene, filthy, what you’re doing to this man, and what he’s doing to you. Thankfully the music outside drowned out a lot of the sounds. You had to pull off at one point, unable to breathe, and just looked up at the taller man with wet lips and drool dripping down your chin.

He was impressed your eyes weren’t watering and how little you’d gagged, his cock filling your mouth and throat so well.

He lets you have a little break, running his thumb along your wet chin and then sticking it in your mouth, giving you something smaller to suck on and trying to give you back some of your saliva.

Your hand snakes down between your thighs and beneath your skirt, shamelessly rutting against your own fingers to get rid of some of the ache. When he notices this, he laughs at you, wicked.

“You know, that almost makes me sad.” He ponders out loud, thumb still in your mouth. “But it’s all about me right now, okay, baby?Your purpose here, right now, is to make me feel good. Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you slightly nod, the finger slipping out so you can speak only for a moment, “I’m sorry, sir. Only you.”

“Jesus Christ,” he groans, rolling his eyes back.

You take the base of his cock in your hand, the one that was touching yourself, and take the rest back into your mouth without breaking eye contact with him, sucking hard and hollowing your cheeks out. That dominant hand moves downwards to his balls, massaging them in its palm.

“Shit, you like those? Suck on ‘em, princess.”

You pull yourself off of his cock and proceed to follow his instructions, taking his testicles into your mouth one at a time while fondling them too.

“Goddamn, keep going. Just like that.”

He takes his cock into his own hand now, after spitting on his palm, he spreads the wetness and starts to jerk himself off while you play with his heavy balls.

His other hand holds your hair as he watches you, how disgusting you were getting for him. His strokes get quicker and quicker, and he feels himself coming to a climax.

“Gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He chokes out before you move just in time to catch it. You sit right below the tip with your mouth open wide, tongue out, and it starts coming.

Some of the salty substance lands in your mouth, but the rest shoots out all over your face. He keeps pumping until every last drop is gone, groaning and moaning.

When he comes back to earth and looks at the state of you, he can hardly believe his eyes. You looked so perfect. Also dumb, just sitting, still, on your knees as if you don’t know what to do next.

“Oh, shit. Okay.” He collects himself, fully dressing back up and scans the bathroom. There’s a shelf with clean, folded towels on it, perfect.

He grabs one, and turn on the sink, waiting for the water coming out to get warm before running a part of the towel under it. He crouches down to your level, gently starting to wipe off the substance from your face.

When he’s done the best he can, he helps pull you back up out of the floor and pushes you up to sit on the counter. He wasn’t done, you had mascara streaking below your eyes like you’d been crying so he grabs a tissue and gets the black makeup marks off of your cheeks too.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You finally speak. It was confusing, contrasted to the way he was talking to you earlier and how rough he was being.

He chuckles lightly.

“I thought you were just some slut, but you’re actually beautiful. Still slutty, but so beautiful.”

“Oh. Thank…you?”

“Mhm. I’ll see you around, okay? I’m going back out to the party.”

“Okay.” You say softly, still sitting on the sink counter when he left you.

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