#I’m genuinely unsure what the fuck is going to happen this week

[sleepymaddy]

turns out repressing every single emotion I feel was a load bearing kind of thing. who knew.

#me.txt #I have cried. so fucking much these past two days. i spent so much of today just crying all the time #love this therapy shit. sooooo helpful #I’m genuinely unsure what the fuck is going to happen this week #it’s going to be difficult enough if I don’t start fucking crying every fifteen seconds #I’ve also not been able to shake thinking of dying At All today <3 #is this karma for lying about having suicidal thoughts. that’s kind of funny actually #but there was no way in hell I was telling that woman about those. i have no idea what the consequences would have been #maybe there wouldn’t have been anything. but if there had been. ooooh boy #plus it’s not like I’m actually at risk I would never have the guts but like #the thoughts Do exist lol #and are in fact very difficult to ignore today #which makes me feel like the worst fucking excuse of a human being on this planet god bless #god I need a fucking nap. maybe a new brain. to get over myself already probably Jesus fucking Christ girl #I’m so fucking tired. I’m so goddamn tired of it all #there’s no way out of this because no matter what I do I’m still there #it’s still /me/ and that’s the goddamn problem isn’t it? me. that’s the problem

[loomiseater]

Pissed (no this does NOT have any pee kinks)

warnings: smut ofc!, fem reader!, mean and toxic Rafe, dub con, Dacryphilia, choking, and, p in v. Let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: I’ve written fics before but it’s only for my notes, so this is the first fic I’ve written that’s being published. Criticism is appreciated! I would love to know how I can improve on my writing. Would you believe this took me an hour to write?

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This definitely isn’t repost worthy 😭 but if you do please give creds. @Loomiseater (Tumblr).

Written: April 21, 2024

Published: April 21, 2024

Summary: Rafe is pissed that you were hanging out with the Pouges. 

“I go on vacation for a week! One fucking week! just to find out you were hanging out with those pouges?!” You could hear Rafe’s voice echoing from downstairs along with the door slamming. His footsteps were starting to get louder as he ran up the stairs angrily. 

You cover your face with the bed sheets to pretend like you’re asleep. The doorknob twists as Rafe comes rushing into the bedroom like a maniac. “Get up! I know you’re not sleep” He announced while yanking the sheets off of you. “I know you heard what I said downstairs!” He shouted. “Why are you so pissed that I wanted to hang out with my friends?” You say softly. When Rafe is angry, it’s best to speak to him in a calm, gentle voice so you don’t piss him off even more.

“Why am I so pissed?” He repeatedly uttered to himself like he heard the most unbelievable thing ever. You got up off the bed to try and calm him down but he pushed you right back down. “This is what I get for trying to fix a broke bitch” He said in a chuckle to himself. Your heart shattered at his words. Rafe has always been mean during arguments or when he’s upset but he’s never spoke this ill of you.

“Are you serious?” You asked as tears began to appear in your eyes. “You’re an ungrateful little bitch, you know that?” He started off with a pointed finger. “I buy this big house for not only me but you too, I give you a weekly allowance so you don’t have to work, AND I took your ass out the Cut!” He yelled. It’s like his voice gets louder each time. “And this is how you repay me? Hm?” He questioned as his face got closer to yours. 

You tried your best not to cry but the tears started flowing and the sobs got louder. His hand wrapped around your neck and the oxygen for you was running out. “You are MY wife, understand?” Rafe questioned as you nodded your head. You tried to move his hand off your neck but he only tightened his grip. 

“I only do this because you’re not safe when hanging around Pouges” he explained as his eyes softened while moving some hair out of your face. Your chest was starting to hurt from all the pressure Rafe was putting on your neck. “P-please, let me go” the words struggled to come out of your mouth and Rafe finally released his hand from your neck. Nothing but choked sobs could come out as Rafe immediately apologized.

His face was filled with nothing but regret…this was the first time you’ve ever seen Rafe genuinely sorry. “I’m so sorry baby!” he expressed while moving his forehead against yours. “It’s okay” you say that but you didn’t really mean it. Deep down you’re terrified of Rafe. You know what he’s capable of. What he can do to you and get away with it.

“I just got into argument with my dad and- I took my anger out all on you” he explained anxiously. “No, really Rafe- like I said, I’m fine” you said while wiping the tears that were still falling.

“Y/n, don’t lie to me!” He said sternly as you jump a bit. He noticed this action and gently grabbed your hands. “Let me make it up to you” Rafe says while placing kisses down your neck. You weren’t really in the mood after what just happened. “Rafe. No” you say, unsure what’s about to happen next.

“Shut up, I’m making it up to you” he said while pushing you down on your back and leaving trails of kisses down your neck. It was like he didn’t care, but it’s always been like this. What Rafe wants, Rafe gets. He started places kisses to your exposed chest, you were in nothing but a bra and shorts. 

You didn’t want this, you didn’t want to do this but your body was telling you something else. The tension was thick between you and Rafe and your body was heating up. Your bra was being unclipped, he then threw it to the floor, not caring where it landed. He gently grabbed one of your breasts and started sucking on your nipple softly while looking you in the eye. You didn’t break eye contact with him, it was turning you on even more. Soft moans flew from your mouth as Rafe kept sucking.

“P-please” You choked out as Rafe let out a dark chuckle. “Please what? You want me to fuck you, huh?” He replied with that stupid smirk he always has. He slowly slid off your shorts and felt you. “All that resisting just for me to feel how wet you are” he laughed. He was right, after what he did to you, you were somehow soaked.

Rafe flipped you onto your stomach and left a hard smack to your ass. You hissed at how hard the slap was and it’s like he somehow got even harder. His dick was straining under the sweats he had on as he was pressing against your ass. You could feel kisses being placed on along your back along with a groan Rafe let out. He began take his clothes off and get on his knees behind you as you felt him shove himself in. It caught you off guard, resulting in you letting out a loud moan.

“Shit you’re so tight!” He expressed as he through his head back. He didn’t even wait for you to adjust, he began thrusting inside you like a mad man. The room was filled with nothing but the squelching sound from your pussy and grunts from Rafe’s mouth. “Fuck!” You muttered to yourself. You didn’t want to giveaway how much you were enjoying this but you're pretty sure your wetness spoke for itself. 

He pulled out and slammed back into you as you tightly grabbed the sheets beneath you. The familiar feeling was rising in your stomach. Rafe grabbed your hair and made sure your back was fleshed between his chest as he spoke into your ear. “Pussy so good, make me wanna put a baby in you” he grunted as you came all over his dick from just his words but that didn’t stop him. That was probably the loudest moan you’ve ever let out. 

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” You shout as tears flow from your eyes from the overstimulation. Rafe looked down at the mess you made on his dick and it made him whine, almost cumming at the sight in front of him. He pulled out and turn you back on your back. With no warning he put your legs on his shoulders and began thrusting. “Rafe!” You moaned as he was sliding in and out of you. Yours nails deeply scratched his back which led him to slower his thrusts. 

“Your so perfect” He said lowly. Nothing could come out from you except for sobs. “It’s too much Rafe!” You whined from all the stimulation. "You look so pretty when cry" And when Rafe saw you crying he let out a groan while cumming inside you. He began kissing you and rubbing your clit until your legs were shaking. It’s like he knew the exact moment you would finish. He pulled out as you squirted, letting his dick get covered in it while he began to thrust himself in his hand. This time, painting your thighs white.

“You did so good, baby” He says while placing a kiss to your forehead. You passed out on the pillow from your recent activity as Rafe got from off the bed and cleaned you with a wet hand towel.

#rafe smut #rafecore #rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe x reader #rafe fic #rafe outer banks #smut fic #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks #obx x reader #obx fic #obx fanfiction #drew starkey #loomiseater

[ilovetopgunsstuff]

is it casual now?

prompt: the mission is only in a few weeks now, and you and bradley have only gotten closer. however, a heated argument erupts between the two of you. what is bradley masking, and what does it reveal?

warnings: lots of angst, mention of age gap, emotional roller coaster really

a/n: it’s a long one. again i love feedback. this is a sequel to night shift, which can be read as a stand alone or a two part series

“I just don’t want you going.” He raised his voice as he refused to look you in the eye.

“How could you say that? After all the work I put in? that we’ve both put in?” Your voice wavered with the raising of his voice. Where could this be coming from?

- - -

He had gotten cold all of a sudden, one night laying in his bed together. You had been talking about nothing in particular, and the subject of the upcoming mission had been brought up. Laying on his chest, you felt him tense, as if he was made of stone. You had picked your head up, feeling this change, and furrowed your eyebrows. He was no longer looking at you like he usually did, but looked sort of through you.

“I need to shower,” he had said. As of a few weeks ago, he always brought you along with him. Tonight, he brushed past you, sort of gently shoving you away from him, hinting that this time, you genuinely weren’t invited. So you sat, alone, staring at the ceiling thinking. What did you do wrong? Was he just tired? Uncomfortable? Your heart quickened in pace and your nerves heightened.

He came back out, later than normal, and you were still awake. You sat up,

looking at him, studying him, trying to read him.

“You need to sleep.” He rifled around in his drawer for pajama bottoms. Still, no eye contact was made. He found them, and pulled them up over his boxers, wearing no shirt. What was his problem?

“Did I do something?” You said it so quietly and unsure that it was almost a whisper.

“…No, what do you mean?” He asked it less as a question and more as a statement, robotic. As if it was a prerecorded response. He began to walk out of the room, you assumed towards the kitchen.

You stood, unable to even fathom what was happening. This didn’t help your stress whatsoever.

“Bradley.” It sounded so pathetic, needy and confused. You followed him down the hallway, eventually getting in front of him. He was forced to stop.

“Hm?” Eyes on the ground.

“You won’t even… look at me.” Your brows were furrowed in confusion. What did you do? He sighed.

“Do you want me to fucking look at you?” His voice was so cold it sounded unfamiliar. So much so that your breath hitched. He finally did look at you, but there was nothing affectionate in his eyes. If anything it was exasperated.

Your breath hitched in your throat. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, a tug in your chest.

“What the fuck is your problem?” you whispered, since you were so close to him.

He didn’t answer. He just threw his arms up and rubbed his eyes in frustration.

You masked your pain and confusion with anger. “You were fine the whole night and all of a sudden you’re being a dick? We started talking about the mission and now you wanna go mute again-”

“You shouldn’t even be going on that fucking mission.”

Silence.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You sort of squeaked it out in the silence. Your voice was soft, calmer than you felt. Why would he say that?

“I just don’t want you going.” He raised his voice as he refused to look you in the eye.

“How could you say that? After all the work I put in? that we’ve both put in?” Your voice wavered with the raising of his voice. Where could this be coming from? “What, you think I’m not good enough?”

“You’re too young for this shit. I should’ve known...” He looks like he wants to say more, but he just scoffs and looks away.

“Should’ve known?” You were so taken aback by his words. Should’ve known what? About you?

“Yeah I should’ve.” He spoke so sharply. He looked at you through his brows. You tried to look strong, but he was so much taller than you, and you were sure you felt your lip quiver. He licked his lips and his eyes flicked away. They would almost look regretful if he didn’t look back at you with the same guarded expression.

“So you regret this? This was all just casual to you?”

He didn’t answer. He just looked on.

You scoffed, and brushed past him. You grabbed what clothes you could, and tried to breathe to keep from crying in front of him. He followed you into the room.

“What the fuck are you doing, y/n?” he asked, his voice tugged at strings in your chest.

“Going home.” Your voice cracked. You took off his sweatshirt that you wore and threw it at him. He caught it against his chest. You grabbed your purse, made sure you had your keys, wallet, and phone.

“Y/n.”

You pushed past him, making your way down the hall to his door.

“Y/n, it’s the middle of the night.”

“Trust me, I know. It’s usually the only time you acknowledge me for something.”

You don’t know if he had any expression on his face. You just opened the door and closed it behind you. You walked to your car, and felt like you couldn’t breathe.

The drive home was a silent one, with quiet sobs, and small, quiet breaths. When you got home, your own house looked bland. You were so stupid, you knew this wouldn’t end well. You were so young and naive, and look what happened.

You fell asleep sometime around two.

- - -

Training next morning was miserable. You were too fast on the course, fucking it up for everyone else on the team. Bradley said nothing to you except for a stiff, “Morning,” since everyone was watching you two. Phoenix tried to ask you what was wrong; you were usually the most precise one on the course, and the only one that had made it to the target on time. You just told her you didn’t get much sleep.

After work, you got home and melted into the couch. You had turned on some random show, and you stared blankly at it for hours. A ring of your phone snapped you out of your dazed state. You almost hoped it was a certain someone, even after everything. It wasn’t.

“Hey, Phoenix.”

“We’re going out tonight, and I’m gonna get you laid!” her voice was so cheerful on the other line.

“I’m not-“

“I will not take no as an answer. Dress in as little as possible! We’ll pick you up.”

She hung up, and you forgot about her words too quick to wonder who “we” was, and if it was the exact person you hoped to avoid.

So you would go. You would put powder over your baggy eyes and mascara over damp lashes, because you had to be okay.

- - -

Rooster POV

Fuck. I’m so fucking stupid. I let myself act like that to her because I think everyone in the navy is gonna turn up like my dad. Now I lost her because I’m a dick who doesn’t know how to say his fucking feelings. The only person around I actually care for I fucked over.

I just don’t want her going on the mission. I’d rather her hate me forever and not go on it than to really lose her. And she does hate me. I know now. I saw it in her anger, heard it in her words. But of course I didn’t accomplish anything. I just hurt her.

Phoenix wants me to drive herself, Hangman, and Bob to the Hard Deck. I don’t feel like it, but fuck it. I need a drink.

- - -

A text dinged on your phone from Phoenix. “We’re here.”

You looked at yourself in the mirror. You didn’t look how you felt. You would let Phoenix believe she was helping. She’d introduce you to some shitty guy who’d mansplain the navy to you, and you wouldn’t end up going home with him and make up some excuse. God, you needed a drink.

You touched up your appearance in the mirror. Your makeup was flawless, and your hair was straightened out long. You donned a tight black dress, with long sleeves, and it was a little short for your liking. You grabbed your purse and sighed. Here goes nothing.

It was when you stepped outside that you realized who the “we” was in the text. Outside your light blue house sat a shiny Ford Bronco. You almost tripped over your feet. You had to pretend like everything was fine.

Phoenix catcalled you out the window. You reached the car and opened the door. It was crammed. You ended up sitting four people in a three person row. As you started driving, you looked up at the rear view mirror, seeing Bradley, driving with his eyes forward. His face was freshly shaved, except for the mustache. Of course he looked good. Of course he felt fine. Of course you were already miserable.

The drive to the Hard Deck felt like the longest drive in the world. After you parked, everyone was giddy, and whooping and cheering. You were left behind them, walking slowly. You had a buddy, though. Just the man you didn’t want to see.

He twirled his keys on his finger, the jingle of them the only sound between you two. You glanced sideways too look at him. His eyes looked forward, a solemn expression. Thank god you were almost to the door. Coyote met you there.

“Woooooo you guys are here, finally!” Coyote has obviously already had something to drink as he was waiting for your car to arrive. He threw his arm around Rooster and disappeared into the busy evelin crowd with him. You pushed through the crowd alone to the bar, where Phoenix already had a shot waiting for you. Based on your misery, it would be the first of many. You felt a tap on your shoulder next to you, and turned around, thinking it was someone from the team.

“I hope a guy didn’t buy that for you,” a guy said. He had jet black hair and blue eyes, and by the looks of him was obviously in the Navy. You rolled your eyes.

“What if one did?”

“Then I have some bad news for him.” He introduced himself after that, some name you wouldn’t remember. He talked your ear off about nothing in particular, how great he was, how tough he was, the works. You tuned him out and traced your finger absentmindedly on the varnished wood bar. If you were going to put up with this, you were gonna need another drink. You glanced around the room, looking for anyone, preferably Phoenix, to save you from this situation. Then you saw it.

There he was, against the wall next to the music box, and he wasn’t alone. Next to him stood one of the prettiest girls you had probably ever seen. She was blonde, and shorter than you. She had a perfect body, and perfect makeup. She looked nothing like you. They spoke and laughed. She touched his arm and whispered something to him. He smirked at whatever she said and whispered something back. Suddenly you felt like throwing up. Your dress felt wrong on your body, your makeup felt like too much, your hair felt frizzy. Your face went stark white, you were sure.

You were so frozen by the sight that whatever man was standing next to you actually paused his talking. You had to get out of here. You needed air or you would hyperventilate.

“Excuse me,” you squeaked. You felt dizzy. You pushed your way to the door to the back deck. It was so crowded and you wished you could go home. You passed Phoenix on your way out.

“Hey!…Are you okay? You look so pale.” She furrowed her brows at the sight of you. She put her hand on your arm.

“I- I need air. I’m going outside.”

“Oh…okay.”

Finally, you reached the doors. You walked out onto the back deck to watch the waves. You just wanted to go home, but you had no ride, and nobody to tell what was really going on. Did he really move on that fast? Did he even have to move on at all? Maybe he didn’t even see you as that much. She was so pretty it hurt. You found yourself tearing up again. You titled your head upward and tried to think about something else. You couldn’t act upset. The doors opened behind you, and the sound of the crowd spilled out. You heard a giggle behind you. You turned. You really couldn’t catch a break. You and Rooster locked eyes, and surprise show in them.

“Oh, sorry,” the blonde giggled. “We didn’t think anyone was out here.”

You said nothing, just stared at them blankly. Rooster dragged her back inside, his smiley mood that he had with her earlier gone. He didn’t break eye contact before he turned around. You couldn’t read his expression. Smugness? Apologetic? Bored?

It didn’t matter. He found himself something new to keep in his sheets like he did you. What an idiot you were for thinking you were more. You sat blankly staring at the shoreline. That was your last straw. You were leaving, and you didn’t care how much an Uber would cost to get you out of here.

You went inside to go tell Phoenix you were going home.

- - -

Rooster POV

I had to get my mind off her. She looked so good in that dress, but her eyes were so blank and miserable. I caused it, and I don’t know what to do. I walked into the bar and met some girl. I needed a distraction. She was some ditsy girl from up the coast, but she’d do. Her freckles, in the light of the bar, almost looked like the one’s Y/n had. Almost. It was a mistake. I tried to take her outside, but there she was. I’m such a dick. Y/n didn’t look well. She was pale and exhausted. The blonde dragged me back inside somewhere, but I couldn’t stop thinking of her.

I was dragged into one of the hallways of the bar, and whatever girl I was with pulled me into the shadows. She kissed me, and I hate to say I kissed her back. I wanted to pretend.

“Y/n,” I whispered in between kisses.

It abruptly stopped as I realized what I’d said.

“…who is Y/n?” The girl backed up.

“Shit.”

I think she got the idea, because she was gone pretty soon after that. I was alone again now. I didn’t feel like doing anything except running to her, to Y/n. I couldn’t, though, all because of me. Now she thinks I don’t care, that I don’t respect her. I’m not used to sleeping alone. The dreams were bad last night, and I woke up alone. I fucked up, bad.

- - -

You didn’t even make it inside before someone grabbed your arm. You turned and it was the guy from earlier. You were the only people on the deck outside. It was dark, with lighting steaming onto it from the glass doors of the bar. Other than that, though, it was a dark patio of wood floors and picnic tables.

“We didn’t finish our conversation from earlier.” He said. His face was hard to make out in the darkness. The sentence sounded less like a request to keep talking and more of a demand.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I, uh, was just about to leave.” You really just wanted to call your Uber and go home. You had been on the verge of tears all day, now more than ever.

“Oh come on, stay a while.” His grip hadn’t left your arm. If anything, it tightened. You tried to step back, but you hit the rail of the deck. He was drunk. You could smell it on his breath. Your heart rate picked up slightly. No one was out here, and he wouldn’t let you go.

“No, I think I should really get going. Please, just- I need to go home.” The last part sounded like you were begging, but you were scared.

He chuckled, and stepped closer. You were leaned back as far over the rail as possible. “We haven’t even had any fun yet-“

“I think she fucking asked you to leave her alone.” You had no idea where he came from, but Rooster basically appeared behind him.

The guy hardly gave him a glance. “I don’t think this concerns you,” he said. “Does it baby?” The question made your stomach flip.

In a split second, the man was pulled off of you, and snatched by Bradley face to face. “Did I fucking stutter? I swear to God if I ever see you here again-“ He looked stern, and so much bigger compared to the guy in front of him. His jaw is clenched, all his muscles taut, seen through his white t-shirt. He looked like he could lose control in a split second, just waiting for this guy to make the wrong move.

“Okay man, fine I’m sorry!” And just like that, the guy was gone.

You didn’t really know how to feel. You just sat there and stared at Bradley in front of you. He was actually looking at you this time. Your arm tingled where the guy held you so tight.

You wanted him, but you hated him. You hated him for making you feel so bad about yourself. You hated him for everything, but the only person you want to run to is him.

“Are you uh-“ He was probably about to ask if you were alright. You couldn’t speak to him. He did so much to you but you didn’t trust yourself. You could just fall back in. All the emotion from the past few days welled up in your head.

“It’s fine. I’m going home.” You were short with him, looking down at the ground to keep from making eye contact. It hurt so bad to look at him, knowing he’s not really yours, no matter how bad you want him.

“How are you getting home?”

“Uber.”

“That’s not safe during this time of night. Please just let me take you home.”

“Please don’t do this to me Bradley,”Your voice was so cold, but it still sounded like you were begging him for something. It had to be, because if not, you’d just break down into tears.

“Do what?” He just looked at you.

“Act like you care. You didn’t last night. Just let me go home. Please.” On the last word, your voice cracked. Shit.

“Do you think I don’t care?” He mumbled, and took a step closer to you.

“I know you don’t, Bradley! You don’t take someone you care about home night after night to sleep with them and then ignore them all of a sudden. Then you blow up on me for no reason at all, and the day after you do start hanging out with some random bitch at the bar? You were probably planning to do with her exactly what you did with me, because you think I’m disposable. You think that after everything, you can just throw me out when you’re done with me. And you did.” So much for not crying, cause now, there were tears streaming down your cheeks. You weren’t even yelling at him, you couldn’t. You were talking with your hands, and on the last sentence you pointed your finger into his chest as you looked up at him. You were spouting out everything you felt to him, and you regretted it as soon as it came out of your mouth. It must have been the shots talking. “So- so don’t act worried now. I don’t-”

“Jesus Christ. Everything I do is because I’m worried! Can’t you see that? I don’t keep girls around a lot. Ever. But I kept you around. It’s not casual, Y/n. It’s scary. I care for very few people. The navy took one of them from me. It makes my chest hurt to think that could possibly happen to you, too. And you can hate me. I’m willing to be the worst guy in the world if it means you’re safe. I mean it. And I know I’m an idiot. I don’t give a fuck about that girl, I don’t even know her name. I thought it would make me stop thinking about you so fucking much. It didn’t. It’s every hour of every day, and it’s torture. I need you. All the time, every day I want you near me, Y/n.“ He didn’t realize everything he said until he stopped saying it. His hair wasn’t as neat as it usually was. He was talking with so much emotion; it was the most passionate you’d ever seen him. And all his words made you do was cry. You didn’t know exactly what you felt. Happiness, relief, longing? At some point during his talking he’d grabbed your arm so you’d know how much he meant this. He held you so gently, but with so much desperation. You just looked up at him. You couldn’t speak, you just listened to him. “I- I… Fuck. I’m sorry. I don’t-“

You stumbled into his arms and cried. Again, you weren’t sure why. His embrace wrapped fully around you. It was the most secure you’d ever felt. He looked down at you as he rested his chin on the top you your head. His pulse was fast in his chest, you heard it.

“I know. I’m so sorry,” He whispered to you, and only you. You looked up at him, you were sure your makeup was fucked up in some way.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled. He cupped your face with both of his hands and pulled you into him. His soft lips brushed yours and he kissed you with so much passion, but so careful. Your stomach turned as you stood on your toes to get more of him. You never wanted it to stop. You never wanted him to stop, and you hoped he never would.

When you finally pulled away, Bradley smiled at you. “I can’t walk back through the bar looking like this,” You giggled.

He laughed, and looked down at the wood deck. Was he blushing? “We can go around the side to my car. You still gonna refuse that ride or..?”

You swatted him with your hand. “What about the others? How will they get a ride home?”

“They can Uber.”

You feigned shock. “At this time of night? Soooo dangerous.”

He licked his lips and rolled his eyes trying to look annoyed at you, but the smile on his face was evident. “Come on,” he tugged you by your hand around the building to the parking lot, and threw his arm around you as you walked.

“So uh, my house or yours?” you asked shyly.

“Hmm, I could use a change of scenery.”

“It’s decided then.”

So you guessed it wasn’t casual anymore.

#bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #hangman x reader #fanfic #jake hangman fic #jake hangman seresin #top gun maverick #miles teller #tom cruise

[7ndipity]

False Pretenses

fwb!Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Just how fair does the ‘benefits’ aspect between Friends with Benefits actually extend? Based on this meme.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: crack to fluff, suggestive moments and ending, swearing, Jk has side by side washer/dryer units cause it’s funnier, reader’s referred to as ‘Ma’am’, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! Sorry it took me soo long to get to, I hope you’ll still like it tho! (I’ll also be posting a couple more pieces with this pairing in the next couple weeks, so keep your eyes peeled if you liked this)

Masterlist

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It was the type of text you had gotten more than used to receiving from him over the past few months, smirking down at your phone as you waited for the elevator in his building.

“Need you so bad rn. Come over?❤”

The heart was a new addition, he must be feeling particularly needy today, you thought to yourself as the elevator doors finally opened.

Since the two of you had established this new part of your friendship, it was rare for you to go more than four or five days without receiving some variation of the same short message from him.

You were still slightly surprised by his text, seeing as you had only been over the night before, but you weren’t complaining by any means. Though you may have enjoyed pretending that Jungkook was the needier one in your arrangement, if you were completely honest, you were just as affected by him, finding yourself missing him on the nights you didn’t spend together.

When he opened the door, you noticed he looked a little more disheveled than usual, his hair sticking up all over the place, as if he’d been running his hands through it, a habit you knew he did when he was stressed.

“You got here fast.” He noted, letting you into the apartment.

“Well, your text made it sound kinda urgent, didn’t want to leave you waiting too long.” You said, wandering through into the living room, slowing to a stop as you caught sight of the chaotic state of the space, cleaning supplies and laundry scattered around, furniture moved all out of place.

“What happened in here?” You asked, turning back to Jungkook, who was now avoiding your eyes. “Koo?”

“I lied, I didn’t want sex.” He said guiltily, looking up at you. “I need you to help me clean.”

“I-, what?” You blinked at him, unsure if you heard him correctly.

He slumped back against the counter, looking stressed as he ran his hand through his hair again. ”My parents decided to surprise me by announcing they’re coming to visit tomorrow, but I’ve done nothing but sleep since I got home from tour last week, so the house is a fucking mess and everything’s a disaster and I need help, please.” He pleaded, staring at you.

You immediately began pulling your coat back on, turning back towards the door. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Y/n, please!” He quickly followed after you, catching your sleeve. “I’ll do anything you want! I’ll buy you dinner, I’ll rub your back, I’ll even let you pick what we watch for a month!”

You paused, turning to look back at him with a raised brow. “Even if I want to re-watch ‘Our Beloved Summer’ for a third time?”

He bit lip, trying to fight back a pained grimace before nodding slowly. “Whatever you want.”

You stared at him for a long moment.

“Fine.” You said reluctantly, caving as you saw the genuine desperation in his eyes. You could never say no to him.

“Thank you!” He sang, catching you in a tight hug and spinning you around in a circle. “I promise I’ll make it up to you!”

“Yeah, whatever,” You grumbled as he set you back on your feet. “Where do we start?”

“Laundry room?” He offered. “It’s mostly done, I just need to vacuum behind the machines.”

Do you really think your mom’s gonna look back there?” You raised a brow, following him down the hall.

“She’s very thorough.” He said seriously.

“Fair enough.” You shrugged. “I don’t quite see why I’m necessary for this part though?”

“I was afraid if I tried to clean back there by myself, I’d slip and get stuck or die.”

“So you want me to slip and die behind your washer instead?” You shot him an accusatory look.

“No! I’ll hold onto you and keep you safe,” He smiled reassuringly. “You know, like the buddy system.”

“I thought the buddy system was for camping so you didn’t get lost or eaten by bears?”

“It’s a multi-purpose system!” He said, his earlier agitation starting to flare up again at your teasing. “Are you gonna help me or not?”

“Yeah, I’ll do it, pass me the vacuum.” You relented, boosting yourself up on top of the dryer.

He held onto your hips to keep you balanced as you cleaned, his mind beginning to wander as he stared at your ass, his fingers starting to slowly knead your flesh absent-mindedly.

“Koo.” You warned, shooting him a quick look.

“Right, sorry.” He snapped back to attention, ceasing his movements and focusing back on the task at hand.

You finished up quickly, passing the vacuum attachment back to him and letting him help you down.

“Thank you.” He said.

“You’re welcome.” You answered, looking around expectantly. “What’s next?”

The apartment wasn’t nearly as bad of a mess as he claimed it to be, but it still took both of you several hours of work to get everything back in order, finishing off with laundry and changing all the bedding.

“Why are these sticky?!” You asked, mildly horrified as you helped him strip the sheets off his bed.

“Relax, it’s just caramel sauce.” He said.

You looked up at him confused. “We didn’t use-?”

“No no, that was just me,” He explained quickly. “I had ice cream last night.”

“Without me?!” You said, clutching your chest in feign hurt, making him roll his eyes as he let out a huff of laughter.

“I’ll add that to the list of things I need to make up for, okay?” He said.

“Eh, it’s better than where my mind went.” You said, only half joking as you grabbed the fresh sheets from him and turned back to the bed. “Almost thought you were fucking around behind my back for a second there.”

Facing away from him, you missed the way his expression suddenly turned serious as he looked at you. “I would never.”

It was strange, despite the supposedly ‘casual’ nature of your arrangement, you both found yourselves making little comments like that, words and exchanges that sounded a lot more like things said between a committed couple, rather than just two friends helping each other out till you found something more serious.

“Alright, I think that’s everything.” You said, snapping him out of his thoughts. You had finished making up the bed, even turning down the covers for him.

“Thank you, y/n.” He said gratefully. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

“Probably called Hobi.” You smirked, making him snort.

“Now, you promised me food, and if you lie to me twice in the same day, I’m dumping your ass.” You said, earning another laugh from him.

“Alright, whatever you want, just like I said.” He said, leaning down to give you a quick kiss.

“Although, if you wanted, I could make up for my false pretenses from earlier in a different way?” He offered, eyes darkening slightly as his hands drifted over your hips

You lightly shoved his hands away. “Not a chance, Loverboy, I’m way too tired now. You’ll have to try and ‘make it up to me’ some other time.”

“How about tomorrow?” He said, eyes twinkling mischievously, looping his arms around your waist instead to keep you close.

“I thought your parents were coming over tomorrow?” You reminded, raising a brow at him.

“You could come over after.” He suggested. “Hell, you could even come to dinner with us, my parents like getting to meet my friends.”

“Friends?” You looked up at him skeptically.

“Yeah, what?” He laughed, squeezing you lightly.

“Do you let your other friends suck your di-?”

“They don’t need to know the details of our relationship!” He said quickly, his face flushing slightly, making you snicker. “You’re still my friend, one of my best friends actually.” He added, in a soft tone.

The way he said it made your heart twist in a weird way, though you didn’t quite understand why.

“So?” He asked, staring down at you hopefully. “Will you come?”

You chewed your lip, considering. It felt like a really big commitment to meet his family, regardless of what your relationship was, but you tell it would mean a lot to him if you said yes.

“I’ll think about it.” You said finally.

He beamed.

“Thank you!” He said, leaning in to kiss you again, his lips lingering longer this time, tracing over yours lightly, making you shiver.

You pressed closer to him, hooking your arms around his neck as you tilted your head to deepen the kiss, letting your tongue delve into his mouth as his hands grip on your waist tightened.

When you pulled back for air, his pupils were blown wide, eyes almost black as he stared down at you, breathing heavily.

“Take your shirt off.” You ordered, your breaths equally unsteady.

“But I thought you said-?”

“I changed my mind.” You cut him off, tugging at the fabric impatiently. “Shirt off, now.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

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[notjustjavierpena]

Gum

A/N: Absolutely nervous to post my very first Frankie Morales piece! This is dedicated to his main bitch @gracieispunk 💖❤️ Hope you all enjoy. 

Summary: You have time to work from home, but there’s just one problem and it’s Frankie’s mind numbing gum-chewing. 

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader/You (No y/n)

Tags: +18 Smut (MDNI!), hurried and desperate sex, dirty talk, piv sex, a little manhandling, tickling, creampie, established relationship, fluff

Word count: 2.1k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49105711

Gum

The sun has warmed up the living room the past few hours where it’s been at its hottest. You’ve made yourself a glass of iced tea, sitting only in your underwear with one leg tucked underneath you on one of the dining chairs in yours and Frankie’s apartment.

You aren’t alone on this Sunday full of work; Frankie is watching TV with a beer in his hand not far from you, relaxed as ever since his daughter is with her mother. He has lowered the volume of his program significantly since he knows that you are not simply doom-scrolling on your computer. You have a big week ahead of you at work, and he knows not to disturb your workflow. 

Everything is perfect. The warmth, the afternoon breeze coming in through the window of the kitchen-dining area, and the iced tea that’s placed at a safe distance from your laptop. Everything is great… except that stupid piece of chewing gum that Frankie is mindlessly chewing.

You know it’s silly, know that he is allowed to have just one vice that you absolutely cannot stand, but does he have to do it right now? Right when you have to concentrate? It drives you up the fucking wall.

“Frankie, baby,” you groan, the tapping on your keyboard coming to a halt.

“What’s up?” He asks absentmindedly, after all, there’s a nature documentary on. 

“Please, please,” you turn on your chair, looking at him over the backrest, “Please spit it out.”

“What?” He sounds genuinely confused, finally tearing his eyes away from the screen.

“Your gum.”

“Oh, this?” He chews several times, loudly and obnoxiously whilst sporting a shit-eating grin, “Nah, don’t think so. Not when you’re being all fuckin’ boring with your computer. I’m not competing against technology.”

That stupid tease doesn’t hear himself, you think to yourself. He leaves you no choice. You haul yourself up from the chair and cross the living room with determination. Consciously blocking the view of the television, you stop in front of him. He eyes you from beneath his brown curls and hat, his gaze going from your head to your toe and back again, but he doesn’t seem bothered since you’re practically half-naked in front of him. 

“Spit it out, it’s disgusting,” you say as firmly as you can muster. You hold a hand out in front of his mouth, palm upwards, “Francisco.”

Frankie places the beer bottle on the coffee table. He leans back into the sofa, smirking up at you.

“Oh, you’re using my real name. Scary,” he smacks his lips as he chews again, “I don’t think so, no, baby.”

“Ugh,” you groan once again with a bit more frustration, “You leave me no choice.”

You straddle him to distract him (he is a man), a knee on either side of his lap. He lets out an oh hello and doesn’t seem to mind one bit. In fact, he rests his rough hands on your thighs and presses his fingertips into your skin. It’s time for you to strike. 

“What’re you—!” Frankie’s sentence is cut short and turned into a gargle of words instead. You have shoved two fingers into his mouth, searching out the gum and making him gag a little. He tries biting down on your fingers, but you’re quick to retrieve what you want from him and pull your fingers back out. You hold the little piece of peace-disturbing gum between your fingers before reaching back to put it into the half-empty bottle on the coffee table. 

“Hey!” Frankie pants, taken aback by what has just happened. He even looks a little unsure, still processing. Eventually, he furrows his brow, “Fuck you, man.”

“Sorry,” you giggle innocently. You turn his cap around so the brim is at the back, placing a sweet kiss on his still-open mouth. Your giggles turn into a squeak of surprise as Frankie tickles you, fingertips digging into your sides where you are the most sensitive. He holds you in place as you do it, fighting you as you try to squirm away. 

“Stop! Oh my God, Frankie!” You laugh loudly, body shaking and even accidentally snorting, “Shit!” 

“Oh no, you did not just snort like a piglet,” Frankie laughs too now, but his torture goes on. You find yourself trying to move back on his thighs to be able to stand again. 

“Don’t— hahaha! Don’t think I’m having fun! Tickling— aaaa! It’s literally the body’s reaction to expecting pain!” You push on his chest.

“Stop being clever, piglet,” he drags you closer to him again, pulling you by the globes of your ass and it causes the slightest friction between your legs as you are dragged over his rough jeans. Accidentally, of course, you moan softly instead of laughing.

Everything stops, even time for the tiniest bit of a second. The two of you look at each other like you’re trying to read the other’s mind, and then he kisses you and you melt into him. It’s rough, primal, and hurried. 

His hands skim up your sides, fingers dragging over the place where he has just tickled you, before coming up to unclasp your bra. He breaks the kiss to pull it off your shoulders, considers throwing it across the room but then tightens the fabric between two fingers and shoots it off into the living room like an elastic band.

“Are you actually joking with me?” You try to make it seem like you’re frustrated with him once more, but the goofy smile on his face makes it hard to not mirror his expression.

“Take off your pretty little panties,” he says, which isn’t exactly a response. It is hot though.

“Just pull ‘em to the side. I have work to do,” you mumble, looking down between you to unzip his jeans. They come undone quickly, and he helps you get his cock out as he lifts his hips off the couch so you can tug his pants down around his thighs along with his underwear. 

“Ever the romantic, baby, exactly why I fell for you,” he scoffs softly yet still follows orders. He yanks the small piece of fabric along your cunt to the side, swearing loudly as you get onto your knees to hold his dick in place before sliding down onto it. 

You gasp in unison, but you don’t wait for him to say anything before you do the first roll of your hips and set up a quick rhythm. He stretches you open in the best familiar way, the intoxicating sting making goosebumps rise on your skin as you start to ride him in earnest. 

His thighs twitch underneath you, his body clearly taken aback by how fast you are already going, but you haven’t promised him slow at any point. Your fingers dig into his shirt, your pelvis pushing firmer against him.

“That busy?” He groans into the room, leaning back on the couch and letting you have your way with him, “I’m not— fuck, you’re filthy, baby. Not gonna last like this.”

The hurried pace builds your climax quickly, stirring behind your throbbing clit and tugging all the way toward the base of your spine. The heat is delicious, coating your inside with a want that has sprouted from nothing but being close to Frankie.

“You feel fucking amazing, baby,” you moan loudly.

“Don’t want it to be over,” he gasps, tugging you closer until he can bury his face in your chest. He kisses between your breasts over and over, open-mouthed and hot. Even whimpers as he nears his edge, “Slow down, baby. Please.”

“Then fuck me,” you groan, hands going up to tug at his hair. His hat tumbles off his head and onto the floor when you yank his head back and swallow down his gasp by kissing him.

“Make me,” you add. 

It’s a whirlwind of movement in the next moment, but you whine as you feel him slip out of you. Your cunt clenches involuntarily at the loss of pressure, your climax fading rapidly from your grasp. 

Soon, Frankie slams you down into the couch and the leather slaps against your skin. The rippling sound almost drowns out the volume of TV and a part of you feels dirty for interrupting David Attenborough with your filthy mouth. Frankie doesn’t even have time to settle between your legs before you are crying demands at him. 

“Fuck, fuck, put it back, I was so fucking close, baby,” you writhe about, lifting one leg over the back of the couch to spread your legs as much as possible. It oughta make you irresistible. 

“Shhh,” Frankie soothes, strong hands finding your hips and yanking you towards himself after getting onto his knees. He guides his cock all the way back into you until it bumps against your cervix, giving you no warning whatsoever. It makes you gasp in relief when you feel full again. 

“Fuck me,” you plead shakily, no clue where this surge of pathetic nonsense is coming from. If he doesn’t soon, there’ll be actual tears in your eyes. 

“Extra fuckin’ needy, were you— shit— were you that bored over there by your dumb Word doc?” Frankie taunts, leaning down over you and putting a hand beside your leg on the back of the couch. He slams his hips into you, almost sending you backward, but you manage to wrap your other leg around his waist before you slip from his grasp. 

Frankie’s belt jingles around his thighs with each of his thrusts, jeans surely giving him rug burn but he powers through to fuck you until you feel too stupid to continue working. The undone zipper gnaws into your skin, his cock slides over your g-spot and his gaze feels like fire where it rests on your bouncing tits. 

“Fuuuck,” you drag the word out, it wavering from the force behind each rocking motion of Frankie’s hips. You are whimpering to the point of tears, climax building steadily once more, “Baby. Please.”

Frankie guides your other leg around his waist, moving the hand on the backrest to lie flat beside your head. He leans further down over you, rocking into you with more force, “You gonna be a good girl and come on my cock?”

You nod again and again, teeth sunk into your bottom lip, “Yes, fuck, yes—“

Immediately, you sneak a hand down between your legs. Firstly further down than where you actually need it to explore where Frankie is stretching you wide open. Your fingers then follow along your labia until you can rub your clit in tight and fast circles. All the while, you grab your breast with your free hand to squeeze and massage it as you feel yourself slipping off the edge.

You come so hard that your vision blurs for a moment. It knocks the wind out of you, mouth falling open in a silent cry of Frankie’s name as you enjoy the clenching of your heat. 

It takes Frankie one, two, three more thrusts before he comes inside of you with a loud hitch of his breath. He stills his hips after that, empties himself inside of you with a groan at each spurt of come. He breathes heavily with you, slips out of you, volume going down slowly as the post-coital bliss sets in.

When you don’t say anything, he buries his head in your neck, kisses you there, and laughs softly due to the dopamine high that takes over. You respond by wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders, hugging him tightly. 

“I think I might be done for the day. I’ll clock out online,” you giggle, head turning and dipping down to blow a raspberry on his cheek. He grimaces but smiles. 

“We just had sex during company hours?”

“Don’t tell my boss.”

“Tell your boss?” Frankie scrambles for the cap which has fallen to the floor. He puts it on your head despite it being a little awkward when you are lying down, “Baby, I’m proud of you.”

You stick your tongue out at him, “Shut up… and let me go clean up.”

Frankie crawls off of you with a teasing grin, lets you leave the couch whilst he pulls up his boxers and jeans again. 

You waddle to the bathroom. 

When you come back, you find him as before; on the now-clean couch, watching TV legend David Attenborough talk about coral reefs and… chewing on another stick of gum. 

“You’re unbelievable,” you say as you pick up your bra from where it had landed on the floor earlier. 

When you plop down beside him, you hold out your hand with your palm upward. Frankie gives you a look, but you sigh dramatically, “Not that again. I mean it as in gimme some.”

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[popponn]

a fool in love. [isagi yoichi x f!reader]

notes: no listen downbad!yoichi is kind of a walking disaster because this is the kind of guy that goes 'oh making you happy makes me happy' and he is mister egoist who goes a bit unhinged whenever he wants something do you get it. it's kind of doomed in a very cute way. (aka this is a fit of madness pt three. the only thing im willing to examine with seriousness here are isagi yoichi's deep blue eyes.)

You knew it wasn’t as if it was a bad thing. But, in a way, as happy as Yoichi makes you—you kind of wish he doesn’t turn off half of his brain when it came to you.

So far, the most often times he could do that was when soccer came up. And most of them ended up with longing stare and him turning his head back one last time as if saying 'sorry'. One time, you actually ended up throwing a snot soaked tissue because he felt bad leaving for practice when you were bedridden with a flu. It was adorable, but honestly a bit pathetic, in a cute way.

Though, those moments are indeed cute when you compared them to the others.

“I’m craving something salty and buttery,” you said at 2.34 am and you had to physically restrain him from cooking for you. Doing that to an athlete on his prime while being half asleep taught your backbone that it was a terrible idea. It made cracking noises for a week straight.

“Oh, that shirt is cute,” you once praised the white t-shirt he wore while lounging around with his friends in the living room. Suddenly, it was his favorite shirt. Last month, thankfully, that old, greying thing was replaced by another t-shirt you bought him before it had seven holes in them.

“God, I fucking hate him,” you would mindlessly comment about someone and Yoichi’s mouth went on a field trip. This happened around way too much already. One time happened when you said this half-jokingly after his match and high adrenaline Yoichi thinking someone genuinely did something to you was a sight. Hot, but unsuited for public consumption.

At this point, you really didn’t want to know what the line was for him outside of his soccer. It also didn’t help that it seems like most of his friends—especially Bachira—are a bunch of shit stirrers who supports him.

“You know, it’s sweet and stuffs,” you sighed, one day, deciding that being honest is the best way to go. “But, I really wonder, why you are like that sometimes?”

Yoichi, who walked beside you whilst pushing the shopping basket in one hand, smiled bashfully. “Uh, well—I got… carried away sometimes?”

“Definitely,” you sent him an unamused glance whilst showing him the shopping list written in his phone. “It’s not that I hate every time you do it. I just want to know why.”

Yoichi laughed nervously at that, averting his eyes away from you as he grabbed a pack of butter from his right. It took him sometime to answer, and as he did so Yoichi’s expression turned nostalgic and fond, “Remember when you said that you wouldn’t want me to lose my focus on soccer even if we are together?”

“Ah.” You did remember it. It was a long conversation that was both necessary and heavy back then. At this moment, though, it became just another chapter in your life with Yoichi.

“Well, I kind of swear to myself after that—” Yoichi stopped walking and turned towards you, looking at you through his blue eyes with many promises and softness. It took everything in you to not hide as he continued, “—that I will make you the happiest person on earth even with everything going on. So, yeah?”

And suddenly, you found yourself very lucky. “Oh.”

“And also, uh, I like how it feels when I spoil you and stuffs…? ” Yoichi murmured almost inaudibly, sounding unsure and embarrassed, before quickly laughing it off in the boyish manner you had came to known since long ago. A hand warped itself around yours and Yoichi smiled, a hint of red still coloring his cheeks, “So, uh. You know.”

Like a second nature, you intertwined your fingers along with him and gave him a smile just as shy and gentle in return, ”…seriously? You do it just because it makes you happy? Now, I’m sad.”

“And now you are just teasing me,” Yoichi replied easily. Then, he leaned his head, peering into his phone in your hand, “What else do we have to buy?”

“Hmm…” you hummed, eyes not turning away from him. “I think we got it all.”

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[dnaofhersoul]

i love hate you more. (enemies to lovers)

requested by @sgtgarricks

ty for the request love <3 hope you enjoy :)

warning: enemies to lovers (obviously), some mean words are exchanged, crying, arguments, drinking, fighting for attention/rivalry, fluff in the end, subtle flirting

you and gaz never really got along. you were just fine with everyone else. except for him. and nothing ever happened between you too, it just.. never works out.

you only realized you didn’t particularly like him was a few months ago. you were hanging out in prices office. just you, him, price, and soap. you were all just talking about an operation you’d gone on just a week ago. you and gaz never really talked much before this. all was going well, it was sort of an uncivilized debrief. until gaz spoke up. “yeah, the mission went well i guess. y/n uh.. you could’ve done better.” he said it very rudely, it came off badly.

“well, you know. we all make mistakes.” you shrugged off, trying to steer the conversation away from that. “yeah sure. but you’re falling behind.” an awkward silence instilled. “‘scuse me?” you said. “thats not uh.. real nice y’know. i’d say i’m doing just fine.” “yeah- uh. whatever you say.” you gave him a dirty look before turning away from him.

after that moment it set you both on bad terms. and for no apparent reason, gaz just didn’t like you. and that ticked you off, so you decided to return his attitude and for months on end you two just had an undisputed rivalry. but it was never in a friendly, joking way. it felt genuine, genuine dislike. maybe even hatred.

it started to get worse a month ago. you two were on a mission, it was a squad mission but you 2 were paired together. you two were supposed to rendezvous with price and ghost at a certain coordinate with a person of interest you had to kidnap. you were unsure why price even put you with gaz, i guess it was a poor and pitiful attempt to bring you too together.

you walked along the trail, enemy in hand, and you were close, on trail to the position. you could hear the faint sound of a helicopter running, and you assumed all would be well. however, the hostage began to struggle. gaz, being generally light-hearted, gave a warning. however, you and him had different views on how to handle this situation, you brought your hand forward and smacked the hostage, knocking him forward a bit.

“you behave if you know whats better for you-“ was all you managed to get out before being interrupted by gaz. “keep your hands off him, price said we need his memory good, not fucked by a concussion since you wanna hit him.” “oh, so you just wanna let him struggle? make it easier for him to slip out your hands? you don’t know what you’re talking about.” and that was all it took to set gaz off, resulting in a loud screaming match between you and him.

by the end of it, you two had gotten so heated yoy hadn’t even realized the hostage was.. gone. you both looked at each other when the realization hit, a mixture of panic, anger, and fear. you two dispatched price, letting him know you’d ‘run into trouble’ but would be there soon. you two never ended up finding him on that mission and had to return to price empty handed, which resulted in another screaming match but in front of price and ghost which ended up with them pulling you two apart as you were in each other’s faces.

on the ride home in the chopper, price somehow reprimanded you both for the entire ride home. it was deserved definitely, just wasn’t enjoyable. when you finally reached base, he called you two to his office and yelled at you too. he called you two dumb and insubordinate, and threatened a write up which he should’ve given out. however, he said because we were both young and stupid, and still loved us regardless, he’d let us off with a warning and condition.

you and gaz had to fix whatever issue we had, or we were off this task force. you weren’t even sure if he could do that but the threat alone scared you two. you stepped out of his office along with gaz. a long silence protruded between you two before you muttered a “sorry” before walking away. after that, you and gaz didn’t argue. it was just empty and awkward. missions that you were used to felt uncomfortable and you could not focus.

it was lunch now. you normally sit with some buddies of your or eat with price and ghost but today felt so bleak. you could not manage today. it just felt wrong. you took another bite of your food before stuffing your face into your hands and sighing. you were so tired, and for what? you normally were energetic and ready but today was just so abnormal.. until you heard someones voice. “you care if i sit here?” you look up, and its none other then gaz.

you stare awkwardly for a second before nodding. you weren’t sure why you accepted, you two were still on awkward terms. you ate your lunch, the silence was louder then the lunch room. gaz spoke up. “i uh.. hows your day.” he speaks quietly, almost a whisper. “its fine.” you nod. “what about you.” “same here.” you look away and turn to him. “why are you sitting here gaz?”

he sighs and rubs his eyes. “listen. i’m sorry. for what i did on that mission a month ago even though it was kinda your fault and listen. i feel bad about it. i mean- were supposed to be friends. and i don’t know why i fucked up our friendship that one day when we were drinking with price. i just was having a bad day and got tipsy and got snappy and i’m sorry about it-“ “shh.” “..what?” you pat his shoulder. “its alright. you don’t have to apologize anymore. i get it. you’re alright man.” you put your arm around his shoulder in a sort of hug.

“we can be friends.” he nods, and scoots a little closer to you. your thighs are touching. you look at him and examine all his features, closely for the first time. gentle with precision. you see that hes.. handsome. his eyes are soft, his skin is smooth. his lips are full and he looks gentle. you suddenly snap out of your trance and turn back to your food. you feel a little embarrassed but you look at gaz who seems to be reacting the same. maybe he was in a trance like you.

“uhm.. you look nice gaz.” “you too sweetheart.”

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a/n: sorry if this is a bit short 😭 fun to write though!! ty for my first request <3

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Hwang Hyunjin x thick female reader

Word count: A little over 8K

Synopsis: When the most popular boy on campus invites you on a date to a party with him you say yes but you're apprehensive, unsure as to why he would take a sudden interest in you. When it all seems to be just a vicious set up by a group of girls that are hell bent on making you miserable, you take off. Does Hyunjin really see something in you or are you just a pawn in a cruel game.

A/N: 18+ only! The way this story flowed out of me! Lmao! I hope you all enjoy the third installment of the thick reader series! If you do, please like reblog, comment, send an ask and let me know! Also sound off on who you think the next one should be! As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY! Strong language/cursing, a little PDA, dry humping (kind of), unprotected piv sex (please use protection irl!), Oral (m&f receiving), fingering (m &f), dirty talk, deep throating, face fucking, cum eating, a little spit play, cream pie, cum shot, spanking, tit fucking. I think that is everything, but if I ever miss something please let me know and I'll will add it immediately!

Unfortunately, so far, your college experience had been pretty much the same as your high school one was. You had been hopeful that since college was the time to start getting ready for the real world and what it held that people would grow up. That was not the case as you found out quickly your freshman year.

You had rushed for a sorority, trying to make some friends in a strange new environment where you knew no one. You realized that had been a mistake pretty quickly. They hadn’t liked you from the jump. It didn’t matter to them that you dressed nicely or had nice makeup and hair or that you had similar interests, all they saw was a ‘fat girl’ trying to join their club, they had an image to uphold and they were NOT about to let that happen. So they gave you the most humiliating tasks to complete as part of your hazing during rush week.

One of the humiliating tasks you were put up to was sneaking into the campus pool with a couple of the sisters and skinny dipping in the middle of the day. Of course, you were made to strip and jump in first. As soon as you jumped in the pool the two upper classmen that had joined you to ‘make sure you followed through’ snatched your clothes and ran off, leaving you naked and alone in the pool. When you resurfaced and realized what they had done you had started to panic. How were you going to get out and back to your dorm without anyone seeing you? You had huddled into a corner, somewhat out of sight, as you tried to figure out a plan.

You were jerked from your brainstorming session by the squeaking sound of the pool door opening. You had hoped it was the sorority sisters coming back with your clothes to say they’d only played a prank but your heart was lodged in your throat when you saw one of the popular guys from the swim team make his way in. Hwang Hyunjin. You turned your back to him and tried to huddle down so that he wouldn’t see you, as if that would work. When he heard the movement in the water it had only alerted him to your presence.

“Oh! Hey, I didn’t realize anyone was in here.” You kept your body completely submerged and your back to him still, acting as if you didn’t hear him.

“I don’t think we’ve met I’m Hyun...” He was making his way around the pool closer to where you were and you started to internally freak out. You screamed before he got any closer.

“STOP!” Hyunjin was startled by your echoing demand. He dropped his towel and stopped dead in his tracks.

“I’m sorry, is... are you okay?” He asked with what sounded like genuine concern in his voice.

“I uh... I... the sorority... the girls they... rush...” You couldn’t make the words form in a coherent sentence. Hyunjin wasn’t an idiot he could put two and two together. His eyes got wide when he realized that you were trying to say you were naked in the pool.

“Oh! I’m sorry! I...” He squeezed his eyes closed, grabbed his towel and tossed it towards the ladder he was by at the edge of the pool deck.

“If you want to swim over and take that, I swear I’ll keep my eyes closed.” You were apprehensive but figured you had nothing he would want to see anyway so why would he look. You swam over to the ladder he tossed the towel by, climbed out, snatched it from the ground and wrapped it around yourself quickly.

“I... thank you.” You managed to get out in a quiet voice.

“I’m... you can open your eyes.” Hyunjin looked up and opened his eyes but you still couldn’t look at him, utterly embarrassed.

“No problem, really, it happened to a couple freshmen last year too. I’m glad I could help.” You nodded and quickly turned to leave.

“I’m Hyunjin by th-” You dashed through the door before he could finish his sentence. That was how you met Hyunjin and it was the first and only time you had ever spoken to him. It was also how you knew sorority life wasn’t for you. These weren’t friends you wanted if you had to go through all that just for them to accept you. That choice had brought down the wrath of the sisters on you though. They didn’t want you to join but it didn’t make sense to them for you to not want to and from that point on they had made making your life hell their favorite past time.

Now in your junior year of college you knew how to steer clear of them for the most part. You would see Hyunjin around campus sometimes but neither of you ever approached the other or said anything about the pool incident. After two years you were sure he didn’t even remember who you were. So, you were completely caught off guard one day when he came up and started talking to you like it was the most normal thing in the world. You had been reading under a tree to kill time between a couple of classes when suddenly Hyunjin kneeled down next to you.

“Hey! Whatcha reading?” You jumped and squeaked, putting your hand to your heart.

“Oh sorry! Didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” That was when you looked over and realized it was Hyunjin. Your eyes went wide and you didn’t know what to say at first. Luckly the hamster in the wheel started running again and you were able to form a fragment of a sentence.

“Uh... you’re fine. IT’S fine I mean.” Your flustered response made Hyunjin smile which didn’t help the state you were in already because his smile was devastating.

“So... your book?” You looked down at the book in your hand and remembered he’d asked a question when he’d startled you.

“Oh... um... it’s The Count of Monte Cristo...” Hyunjin’s smile grew.

“That’s a great book, one of my favorites; have you read it before?” You nodded and smiled a little finally, letting a bit of a wall break down.

“One of mine too!” Hyunjin sat down on the grass next to you.

“So good taste in books, smart, pretty...” Your face turned a bright shade of red and you looked down at your book cover and nervously picked a little at the tattered binding.

“You’re pretty shy huh? I don’t really see you at any events or parties, didn’t you join that sorority you rushed for your freshman year?” Your eyes went wide and you looked up at him when he mentioned rushing and freshman year. You suddenly sprung up from the ground grabbed your books and went to take off. He jumped up too and gently grabbed your wrist before you could get far.

“Wait! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to bring up a bad, I mean... that’s not important, I don’t know why I brought that up. I’m just trying to ask if you’d go to a party with me tonight.” You turned and looked at him with a confused expression glued to your face.

“Wait what?” Hyunjin let go of your wrist and his hand went to the nape of his neck as he squeezed and rubbed it nervously.

“Well, there’s this party tonight see and I know you don’t really do the party thing but I just figured maybe you would consider going with me?” You heart was ready to beat out of your chest, eyes wide again.

“What... like... like a... date?” Hyunjin smiled and you felt like an idiot for even having said the word.

“I mean not like a date date, but like-” Hyunjin cut off your nervous ramble.

“Yes. Like a date y/n.” You froze. You’d never heard him say your name before. Of course, you hadn’t, you never spoken to him and you had never told him.

“How do you know my name?” He took a step towards you and pushed your hair behind your shoulder and out of your face.

“We’ve gone to the same school two years y/n, I pay attention.” You dared to actually look into his eyes and it was a mistake because you weren’t sure if you’d be able to look away again. The beauty mark under his eye drew you in and his deep brown eyes were what held you, you almost couldn’t decipher where the iris stopped and his pupil started they were so dark.

“You pay attention... to me?” You weren’t sure where you were getting the confidence to ask him such bold questions but he took another step towards you, the space between you becoming smaller still and he nodded.

“Please y/n? Go out with me tonight? I promise you’ll have a great time.” You bit your lip as you considered it.

“Okay Hyunjin, I’ll go to the party with you tonight.” His smile beamed scrunching up his eyes and making his dimples pop out.

“Fantastic, I’ll pick you up at 8:30?” You nodded and he smiled widely again. He slid a ripped piece of paper in your hand and kissed your cheek quickly before heading towards his next class. Turning back and smiling at you.

“I’ll see you then!” He shouted back. You smiled and touched your cheek where his lips had just been. You opened the torn piece of paper and read what was scribbled on it. ‘XXX-XXX-XXXX here’s my number text me xoxo Hyunjin’ His handwriting was almost as beautiful as he was. You hesitated a few minutes but then pulled out your phone and shot him a text with your name and a selfie.

You didn’t really expect a reply but just a minute later Hyunjin text you back a selfie with a winky face emoji and you couldn’t believe how amazing he looked when he had just been running off to class. You got your head together enough to get yourself to your next class. The rest of the day seemed to go just like any other. When you got home you changed into sweats and cuddled up with your cat to nap for a bit before getting ready for the party.

The incessant ringing of your phone woke your cat up, who in turn walked all over your face until you woke up and answered it without even looking.

“Hello?” Your voice was deep, very obviously the voice of a person that just woke up.

“Oh, hey! It’s Hyunjin.” You sat up and looked at the clock. It was already 6:30! You hadn’t meant to sleep that long.

“I had just tried texting to get your address a couple of times and you hadn’t replied so I thought I’d try calling sorry if I'm disturbing you...” You cleared your throat trying to sound alert and normal.

“Oh no no! I’m just getting ready; sorry I didn’t realize you had texted. I’ll send you my address hold on.” You put Hyunjin on speaker phone as you pulled up your text thread and saw the missed texts he’d mentioned. You typed out your address and hit send.

“There. Sorry again, I didn’t realize...” Hyunjin stopped you from making any excuse.

“Totally fine! You still good for 8:30 right?” You hummed your agreement.

“Good, great... I’ll see you in a little while then. Bye y/n.” You couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

“See you, bye Hyunjin.” As soon as you hung up you took a record speed shower, dried and styled your hair, put on some simple make up, it would be dark anyway. Now it was time to pick out your outfit. You had two laid out on your bed. One was a basic pair of jeans, a cute top and boots.

The other was a black dress you had only worn when you tried it on before buying it the beginning of your sophomore year. You had bought it because you felt amazing when you had tried it on but when you had gotten home you had gotten inside your own head and never wore it. It eventually made its way to the back of your closet but now you had it pulled out and you were considering going for it.

You were standing there in your black bra and panties when your phone rang. You looked down and saw Hyunjin’s name on the screen. Shit. You quickly grabbed the dress stepped into it and realized you couldn’t zip the back up all the way. You grabbed your phone and swiped to answer.

“Hey! I’m here; you ready?” You struggled trying to reach the zipper and sighed in frustration.

“Almost, sorry, just...” Hyunjin could tell you were having an issue with something.

“Everything okay?” You huffed a sigh again still unable to reach the zipper on the dress.

“I’m ready I... I just can’t get the zipper on this dress...” You were just about to give up and change into the jeans really quick.

“Oh, just a second I’ll be right up.” You went to insist on him not coming to help zip your dress but he’d already hung up before you could. Just a minute later there was a knock on your door. You opened it and there was Hyunjin. He looked amazing in black fitted slacks, with a matching jacket and a black button up shirt, at the worst of times he looked fantastic but tonight he was breath takingly gorgeous.

The nagging voice in the back of your head scratched at you asking what in the world did he want to go out with you for. Before you could spiral in to any thoughts like that Hyunjin smiled, that same one that made his dimples show and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“So, where’s this zipper?” You stepped aside letting him in and shutting the door.

“It��s just on the back here...” You pointed.

“I got it like half way but...” He giggled.

“Yea there was no way you were gonna be able to get the rest of this unless you were a contortionist. You’re not, are you?” He winked at you and you blushed profusely at his flirting.

“No.” You whispered with a smirk. Hyunjin stood behind you, grabbed the delicate zipper and tried to pull it up but it seemed to be stuck. When he went down a bit, the zipper would go down and then he would pull up again and it would go up a bit, but not all the way.

“Uhm, I’m gonna have to unzip a bit to get it to go all the way up. Okay?” You didn’t think your face could be any redder. You heart was thumping in your ears as you shook your head okay. He pulled the zipper down to where it began and saw the top of your black silk panties peeking. He took a deep breath. When Hyunjin pinched the base of your zipper between two fingers just that minimal contact made you want to press your thighs together.

He pulled up on the zipper and it smoothly glided all the way up your back this time. Once your dress was secure, he took a step closer, pulling your hair away from your face again.

“Thank you.” It was so quiet he wouldn’t have heard it if he weren’t standing so closely now. He pressed his warm soft lips against your exposed shoulder.

“You're welcome.” He breathed out and the warmth of his breath on your neck gave you goosebumps. You turned unsure of what to do and realized quickly that might not have been such a good idea because now Hyunjin was almost nose to nose with you. You shuddered out a breath.

“Hyu... Hy... Hyunjin? Uh... the... party?” The gaze that Hyunjin had locked on you seemed to break when you mentioned the party, like he had suddenly remembered what he was there for.

“Right! The party! Uhehm! Let’s get going!” You grabbed your sweater that you were going to wear over the dress and Hyunjin took it from you and held it for you to put on.

“Oh... thank you... again.” He winked at you and opened the door.

“No problem.” You smiled and walked out locking up before heading down to Hyunjin’s car. He was a gentleman in every sense of the word, opening the door to your building and the car door, easing you in.

“Watch your head...” He closed your door and made his way to the driver’s side of the car. He pulled his door closed and looked over at you smiling before putting the keys in the ignition and starting the car.

“It’s gonna be so much fun. I can’t wait.” Hyunjin’s excitement for this party was starting to rub off on you.

“I can’t either.” You smiled back at him. The car ride wasn’t long, the party was at one of the frat houses and you lived in an apartment not far from the neighborhood where most of the fraternity and sorority houses were.

You were way out of your wheel house when you stepped foot into the loud party. Hyunjin seemed to notice. He grabbed your hand and leaned into your ear to speak, his breath fanning across your neck for the second time already that night.

“Come on let's get a drink and then we can wander a bit yea?” You just nodded. You were just gonna go with whatever Hyunjin said in this moment. You trusted him, especially because of the pool incident. Hyunjin got himself and you drinks and you started walking around the party.

He’d randomly stop and say hi to friends of his, introducing you politely every time. Some smiled and greeted you kindly other’s just kind of looked and smiled. You knew what those friends were thinking. ‘Why is he here with her?’ You tried to ignore those thoughts and enjoy the party with Hyunjin. After a few drinks and socializing, you were doing just that. Hyunjin leaned in to speak to you again.

“I have a question, but I’m a little nervous to ask.” You looked at him a little buzzed and raised your eyebrow.

“Go on, you have my attention.” He laughed.

“Okay okay... that day we met the first time... at the pool?” Your breathing stopped and you tensed.

“Do... did you ever want to just go all Edmond Dantes on them, like full Monte Cristo and plot your long-awaited revenge on the sorority sisters that did that to you?” You couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh that got a few heads to turn in your direction. Hyunjin smiled widely never hearing you laugh so hard before. You took a sip of your drink and answered him.

“Honestly no. Dantes was so angry and sad and lonely during that time, his revenge was all he thought he had left, all he cared about, more so than even Haydee at that point. Only after did he realize he had more all along and luckily, he learned before he was completely lost to his darkness. So, while Dantes’ revenge may seem like sweet victory to some who read the story to me that part is heart breaking.” Hyunjin’s was in awe of your analysis.

“It really is your favorite story huh?” He asked with a smirk and you nodded.

“Absolutely it is.” You took another sip of your drink and nodded your head to the next song that was starting. Hyunjin stood up and held his hand out to you.

“Wanna dance?” You looked at him and he could see how apprehensive you were about saying yes.

“Please? It’s easy, you just move your body with mine.” He grabbed your cups and set them down before he pulled you onto the makeshift dancefloor.

“Like this.” He stood impossibly close to you, one of his legs slotted between yours. He dipped down a bit and wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closer, his other hand resting on your hip, helping you sway to the song. You wrapped your arms around his neck to steady yourself.

“That’s it... now just move with me.” He moved his hips back and forth with yours and you could feel the arousal pooling in your core. Hyunjin pressed his thigh against you more firmly as he continued to rock your hips to the rhythm of the slow R&B playing. You weren’t sure what it was, the alcohol, which you typically didn’t drink, the heat from all the bodies on the dancefloor, Hyunjin’s thigh pressed against your aching sex as you rubbed against each other, or a combination of all of them but you were suddenly very light headed. You stumbled a little and put your hand to your forehead. Hyunjin helped you steady yourself.

“Whoa, are you okay?” You nodded and gave him a thumbs up as you peeled your sweater off. Hyunjin took it for you and draped it over his shoulder.

“Yea, just a little dizzy. I think I just need some water and air.” He went to help you towards the kitchen when one of his friends stopped him.

“Hwang 911 emergency I need your help NOW!” He looked at his friend irritated and motioned towards you.

“Get someone else Jisung, I’m already dealing with...” Jisung leaned in and whispered something into Hyunjin’s ear. Hyunjin’s face got serious and he looked back at you with his lips pressed together tightly.

“Look I wouldn’t even ask if I wasn’t truly needed... are you good to get some water and air on your own for a second? I’ll be right there after I swear!” You smiled and shook your head.

“Yea, go help your friend, I’ll be fine.” He leaned in and gave you a quick peck on the cheek and then was lost in the sea of people with his friend. You made your way to the kitchen and found a bottle of water. You had half of it gone by the time you got out to the back yard for some air. You stood there taking some deep breaths, sipping your water, when you heard a very familiar but not so welcome voice.

“Oh y/n fancy seeing you here.” It was Riyah one of the sorority sisters that constantly had it out for you.

“Oh, yea hey Riyah, yea I...” She cut you off, her voice, a sickly-sweet tone.

“Your here with Hwang Hyunjin, right?” You bit your lip and shook your head confirming to her that yes you were there together and she laughed.

“You do know WHY he asked you out right?” Your heart started racing but you didn’t want her to know she was getting to you.

“I assume because he wanted to?” She laughed again, this time even louder.

“HA!! It was just a prank. Lynn is in there now with him. She asked him to ask you as a joke.” Your eyes narrowed at the mean girl in front of you.

“That’s not true...” You denied it but you didn’t sound so sure.

“Oh, you think so? Well, why don’t you just go see for yourself.” Riyah giggled sipping her drink as she walked back into the party. You stood there for a moment and waited for Hyunjin to meet you like he’d said he would. After a few minutes you walked back into the party and started scanning the crowd for him. You saw the back of his long blonde hair and started making your way through the crowd towards him. Just as you were walking up behind him you noticed he was standing there with Lynn just like Riyah said he would be. You froze. Lynn glanced over Hyunjin’s shoulder and saw you standing there, a snaky smirk on her face.

“Hey thanks again for bringing y/n to the party tonight.” Hyunjin nodded.

“Yea of course no problem.” Then Lynn leaned in and pulled Hyunjin in for a kiss looking back at you with her eyebrow cocked. Reminding you exactly who you were and where you belong. You turned and walked out. You just left your sweater, it didn’t matter, you just had to get out of there.

The whole night everything had just been a cruel joke and you ACTUALLY fell for it. You walked up the side walk in the direction of your apartment building, mad at Lynn and the sorority sisters, mad a Hyunjin, mad at yourself, not caring that tears were streaming down your face ruining your mascara and eyeliner.

When you were about a block away from the party a car came racing up from behind you and came to a screeching halt just as it past you. Hyunjin? He parked the car right there in the middle of the street and ran over to you. When he saw you had been crying, he tried to pull you in to a hug but you pulled back away.

“What. What’s wrong? Is this about Lynn? Because...” You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

“Did Riyah, Lynne and the sisters of Pi really ask you to ask me out to that party?” Hyunjin shook his head yes.

“Well yea, they’re Pi and my frat is Pi’s house brothers so...” You turned and started walking back up the street towards your apartment again. Hyunjin ran and stood in front of you stopping.

“Wait, wait...” You couldn’t stop the tears, you were so hurt, so angry.

“So, I was just a dare or bet or what!? 'Hey Hyunjin ask the fat girl on a date tonight, it’ll be funny'. Okay well you all got a good laugh at me. Now leave me alone!” You started to walk away again and Hyunjin blocked you again.

“Now WAIT!” You froze but refused to look him in the face.

“What in the fuck is going on? Talk to me?! Cause the last thing I knew you were getting water and air and I was gonna help Jisung with two idiots trying to spike drinks, then on my way to find you Lynn stopped me and started thanking me for asking you out and then kissed me out of the blue. I pushed her off and that’s when I saw you heading for the exit. I called for you but you didn’t hear me over the music. I tried to text you and then call and then I realized your phone was in the sweater of yours that I had.” You felt your hip like you had pockets and only then did you realize you didn’t have your phone.

“So, I hoped in my car and headed towards your apartments hoping to find you walking on the way. So, talk to me, tell me what happened.” You finally looked at Hyunjin with your tear-filled eyes.

“You remember how we met, yea?” Hyunjin nodded and you allowed him to wipe the fresh tears as they fell.

“Rush week, when the sorority you rushed for...” Then it hit him. You continued his thought.

“Left me naked in the pool. Yea. That was Lynn and the girls of Pi.” Hyunjin couldn’t help but feel like an absolute idiot. Any time he mentioned it you never wanted to speak about it so, he had never thought to ask who you had rushed for.

“Oh fuck. Oh y/n I had no idea! I promise!” You shook your head at him.

“Riyah told me they asked you to ask me out as a joke. Said you and Lynn were inside the party together and then I went in... and you were... and then she kissed you and...” You choked on the end of your sentence as you tried to hold back your tears. Hyunjin gently gripped your shoulders making you square with him so he could look at you directly.

“That is NOT TRUE! They told me you liked me and asked if I would ask you out. I said yes because I have liked you since the day at the pool y/n, but you always kind of avoided me. When they said you liked me it was all the push I needed to ask you out. I SWEAR I would never do anything like that to someone. I swear!” You wiped the rest of the tears from your face and sniffled a bit.

“Will you please take me home Hyunjin?” His shoulders slunk in defeat; he didn’t know if you believed him. He quickly straightened back up and put your sweater over your shoulders.

“Yea, come on, let's get you in the car.” Hyunjin opened your door and made sure again, that you didn’t hit your head while getting in. When he was back in the car, he looked over at you. You were leaned over towards your door, looking out the window, waiting for the car to start moving. His heart felt like it was getting squeezed harder and harder in his chest. He threw the car into drive and headed towards your apartment building.

When Hyunjin pulled up he parked in a space and turned off the car sitting there in the silence with you for a moment. Finally, he couldn’t take it and spoke.

“You believe me right.” You kept looking out the window refusing to look at him anymore. You just. Couldn’t.

“I want to but I don’t know if I can.” There was the squeezing feeling around Hyunjin’s heart again.

“Tell me why. Tell me why you would believe the girls that have tortured you over me. Why?” You didn’t know if you could actually say the reason out loud and not sound completely pathetic but you tried.

“Because that seems more plausible than you actually wanting to date me Hyunjin. Why would you want to date me?” His face contorted.

“I told you before, you’re smart and beautiful; why wouldn’t I?” You were doing your best to hold back the tears that wanted to fall again.

“Because I’m huge.” You motioned towards your body and Hyunjin’s head snapped in your direction at your words.

“DON’T talk down on yourself like that! Not that it matters but you are not huge, you a tummy, you have curves, you, forgive me for saying, have a nice ass and big... well you know what you have. You might be curvy, thick; however you choose to describe it but does not make you any less beautiful in my eyes and it doesn’t make you less than any of those bitches in that sorority.” You finally were looking at Hyunjin, your eyes and mouth wide open in surprise at his outburst.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap I just wish you could see what I see when I look at you because you’re so fucking beaut-” Your lips against Hyunjin’s shut him up quickly. His hand came up and pushed your hair back away from your face, your hair was always in your face, then he cupped your jaw and deepened the kiss, opening his mouth and gently sliding his tongue into yours. You made out in his car for a bit before you finally pulled away breathless.

“Hyunjin...” He pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as he gnawed at his lips.

“Hmm... yea?” He pecked a kiss on your lips again unable to resist.

“Do you... do you want to come upstairs?” He pulled back and looked at you, your cheeks turning pink as your thumb nail snuck its way in between your teeth nervously. Hyunjin smiled and nodded. He took the keys out of the ignition.

“Wait here just a second beautiful.” He got out of the car and you sat in anticipation in the passenger seat as he walked around to your side and opened your door. He helped you out of the car, then put his arm around your waist and led you into your apartment building.

As soon as you were on the elevator and the doors had shut, Hyunjin was all over you. Kissing your neck, gripping your hips, pushing his hips into yours showing you JUST how excited he was to be with you, to be kissing you. Suddenly the elevator door opened and you realized it had stopped at the laundry room floor. You shoved Hyunjin away both giggling as an older lady who lived a couple doors down from you entered the elevator with you, pulling her roll cart of clean laundry with her. Hyunjin’s hand was politely around your waist again and you smiled at your neighbor who smiled back at the two of you.

“Good evening.” She said sweetly. You were certain you were probably a sight. You in your nice black dress, him in his sleek black suit. Then between crying and making out, your makeup was most definitely a mess, even though you were both sober now you probably still smelled like the alcohol you had drank earlier. When Hyunjin leaned over and placed a kiss on your bare shoulder again you nudged him and looked at your neighbor apologetically.

“Sorry, he’s forgotten his manners.” Hyunjin smirked and your neighbor giggled.

“It’s fine, you’re just in love, you make a handsome couple.” You went to correct her but Hyunjin spoke first.

“Thank you ma’am, when you know you know. I think this one will be a love for the books for sure.” You looked up at him and he winked at you. Your face turned red for what you felt was the millionth time that night and your neighbor smiled, noticing the blush in your cheeks.

“I think you’re absolutely right young man.” The elevator stopped and the doors opened. The older lady insisted on the two of you faster walking kids going ahead first. When you were at your door you were fumbling with the keys because Hyunjin kept sneaking and nibbling at your ear or gently pinch your ass. You gritted your teeth at him and gave him a look as you finally got the door open to go inside. You walked in first and Hyunjin gave your neighbor a little bow before walking in too. She giggled and shook her head at the young lovers.

Inside your apartment things got heated quickly. As soon as Hyunjin was through your door he nudged it closed with his foot and had you pressed against the nearest wall. His lips devoured yours before leaving a wet trail down your jaw and throat. He lifted the skirt of your dress and slid both of his hands down your silky panties, one gripping your juicy ass firmly and the other’s fingers started tracing through your wet folds.

“Fuck beautiful, is all this for me?” You bit your lip embarrassed and he tsked you.

“No no don’t be shy gorgeous.” He started rubbing small circles on your clit as he grabbed your hand and put it over his cock. You gave it a little squeeze just to see and he was so hard already.

“See this is all for you too baby. You make me so fucking hard.” He kissed you again as he continued playing with your pussy and you gripped his dick over his pants and rubbed your palm up and down his clothed shaft.

You started nudging Hyunjin in the direction of your room as you untucked his shirt and worked at the button of his pants. Once you had them loosened, you slid your hand in past his briefs and gripped his cock. It felt so good in your hand you didn’t even wait to get to your room, you dropped to your knees in the hall and pulled Hyunjin’s pants around his ankles before grabbing his erection and taking it into your mouth. He gathered your hair into a makeshift pony tail so he could watch you slide up and down on his cock.

“Fuck yes, suck me good baby, you’re so fucking good!” With Hyunjin’s encouragement you swallowed more of his cock, gagging yourself as you were deep throating him. You pulled off to take a breath stroking the head of his dick gently.

“Hyunjin, I’m gonna choke on you until you blow in my mouth, so if you think you’re gonna cum, don’t stop.” Hyunjin’s eyes rolled back.

“Fuck me loveeee...” You sucked him back into your mouth, hollowed your cheeks and started bobbing up and down on his cock, taking it deeper each time.

“Can I fuck your face beautiful?” You hummed in approval, your mouth full of his dick, and Hyunjin almost came. He held the back of your head and your lower jaw gently as he started fucking your throat deeper and deeper each time making you gag and drool on his cock more.

“Fuuuuck yes baby YES! Wet your fingers beautiful, wet them and rub right under my balls baby, fuck! PLEASE! I'll blow so hard for you gorgeous!” You ran your fingers gently down Hyunjin’s balls collecting your spit as he continued to punish your throat with the head of his cock. When you pushed your fingers firmly against his perineum you started rubbing small circles and you groaned hard around his cock.

Between the finger massaging him, the deep throating, and the vibrations from you humming, Hyunjin unloaded into your mouth. You continued to bob and suck every last bit of cum from his cock before letting go. He pushed your hair out of your face and tilted your head back so he could see you all fucked out and covered in spit. A little bit of cum dribbled down your chin and Hyunjin swiped it with his thumb, pushing it back into your mouth.

“Open up and show me all that cum baby.” You opened your mouth and showed Hyunjin his cum pooled in your mouth.

“Good girl, do I taste good?” You closed your mouth and shook your head yes humming in satisfaction.

“Good. Now swallow what I gave you.” You did as you were told and swallowed the big load of cum Hyunjin had shot into your mouth. You opened your mouth showing him your clean tongue before he helped you off your knees and attacked your lips, tasting the remnants of his cum on your lips. He pushed his fingers past your panties and into your pussy again collecting your juices. He pulled his fingers out, put them between his plump lips and sucked them clean.

“Where’s your bed, I need to lay you down properly before I eat this pussy.” You clenched around nothing at his words. Hyunjin stepped out of his pants and underwear as he followed you from the hall to your room, unbuttoning his shirt along the way. Once you were in your room you turned and faced Hyunjin again. You walked up to him and ran your hands up his firm body and under the shoulders of his shirt, pushing it off and onto the floor leaving him completely naked in front of you.

“You’re so perfect.” You whisper as you take in his lean body and the beautiful lines. He tilted your chin up to look at him.

“I’m not perfect, no one is. I don’t want you to think of me like I’m someone you’re unworthy of because that’s not true.” You looked him in the eyes. You hadn’t done it very often but when you did it hypnotized Hyunjin.

“Did you mean what you said to the lady?” He tilted his head.

“In the elevator? About our love being for the books?” He asked and you sheepishly nodded.

“Every single word of it.” You kissed Hyunjin’s pouty lips softly and then turned.

“Unzip me?” He walked up closely behind you and took hold of your zipper, slowly dragging it down. His lips ghosted over your neck and shoulder as he slid your dress down your body.

“When you had me zip you up earlier, we almost didn’t make it to the party. I wanted to take you right then, kiss you, taste you, fuck you. I should have, then those bitches wouldn’t have upset you. You turned facing him, shaking your head.

“It’s not important now.” You kissed him and pulled him towards your bed as he unhooked your bra and tossed it aside. Hyunjin laid you back on the mattress as his long slender fingers worked their way down your soft body, squeezing your breasts, roaming your soft tummy, sliding down your full hips and gripping the sides of your panties that had been soaked for some time.

“Let’s take these off yea?” You nodded and lifted your hips allowing Hyunjin to slide your panties over your ass and down your legs. Usually being totally exposed to a lover would make you unbelievably nervous but something about the way Hyunjin looked at you, the way he spoke to you, the way he treated you, even around other people, even around his friends, it made you feel truly wanted, desired, for maybe the first time in your life, you actually felt sexy. So you weren’t as nervous as you usually would have been with Hyunjin’s face positioned over your dripping core.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna eat you up.” With that statement, he spread you open and latched his pretty lips onto your clit softly sucking on it. Your hands gripped Hyunjin’s long hair and your nails scratched over his scalp making him hum in delight, sending the delicious vibrations radiating through your cunt.

“OH! Fuck! Hyun-Hyunjin-ah! That feels SO good please, fingers, please.” Hyunjin only let go of sucking on your clit long enough to wet two of his fingers and slide them inside you before continuing to eat your pussy like a starved man. He didn’t fuck you hard with his fingers, he didn’t need to, not when his lips and tongue were doing all the work. His fingers were just there to make you feel full, and they did.

“Oh my god Hyunjin I’m gonna cum don’t stop please, fuck yes God you’re so good at eating my pussy! I can’t I’m...” Hyunjin pushed your over the edge of your climax and you road out your orgasm on his tongue and fingers as he drank up every bit of you he could. He climbed on top of you and kissed you hard as his hands roamed the softness of your body again, like he couldn’t get enough of the feeling of you under his fingertips.

“Bend over for me baby. Get on your hands and knees and let me see that juicy ass!” He leaned over and gently bit the flesh on your hip by your ass and you laughed turning over and propping yourself on your elbows and knees. Hyunjin spanked your ass. You jumped and your cunt tightened around nothing.

“Do you like that gorgeous, like it when I spank your ass?” You moaned as he kneaded the sting away.

“Fuck yes! Feels so good, it will feel even better with your cock inside me.” Hyunjin spanked your other ass cheek and you clenched hard again.

“Oh, fuck baby I bet you’ll squeeze my dick nice and hard when I spank you while I fuck you. Huh?” You nodded and put your head down on the bed, arching your back and showing your slick cunt to Hyunjin.

“Please fuck me, need you inside me, please!?” Hyunjin spread you open and used his thumbs to massage so closed to where you wanted his cock.

“You want me to grab a condom really quick?” You pushed your ass back further into his hands.

“On the pill, you don’t have to unless you want to.” Hyunjin rubbed soft circles on your ass cheeks with the palms of his hands before lifting and spanking one side, then the other, then gripping your squishy hips tightly and pushed his cock inside you slowly.

When he felt his balls press against your soft warm cunt, he didn’t know if he’d last. You felt like heaven around him, wet and throbbing around his dick. He squeezed your ass and pushed you forward before pulling you back on his cock again.

“Fuck beautiful, is there anything about you that doesn’t feel FUCKING amazing? Your lips, your hips, this pussy. Fuck your dripping down my cock.” Hyunjin pulled your hips back harder as he snapped his hips into your ass faster.

“Hyunjin... fuck... Fu... harder! Fu-fuck me harder please!” He pulled out and put you on your back spreading your thighs, a hand on each one pushing you open and into the mattress. He sank into you fully again and started fucking you hard, rolling his hips, filling you completely and hitting that mind blowing spot inside you with every other thrust.

“Fuck you look so sexy taking my cock under me like this beautiful. You gonna cream on it? FUCK feel you clenching baby, you like the way I’m talking to you?” You clenched again, you did, you loved it. Every dirty thing he said made your pussy wet and tighten.

“Yes Hyunjin-ah fuck keep going!” Hyunjin spread your pussy lips open with his fingers and watched his dick slide in and out of your cunt, covered in more of your cum every thrust. Hyunjin puckered those god forsaken lips and a long string of spit came from between his full pink lips and landed on your clit. He started rubbing his thumb over your spit slicked clit, small circles as the rest of his fingers kept you spread open.

“Look at what I’m doing to you beautiful and then look at me.” You opened your eyes despite the immense amount of pleasure you were in and looked at Hyunjin playing with your cunt while he stuffed it with his cock. You moaned looking up at Hyunjin’s sweaty face.

“I’m gonna play with this pussy until you cum all over me. Cum for me beautiful.” He spit on your clit again and rubbed it faster as he fucked you hard. You couldn’t help the way you screamed his name out, loud enough the lady down the hall probably heard you as you came on his cock.

“HYUNJIN! Oh, fuck fuck fuck! Yes!” Hyunjin slowed down but still gave you solid thrusts as he fucked you through the last of your orgasm and began chasing his own.

“Fuck beautiful so fucking gorgeous laying there taking me, all fucked out and limp. Gonna let me cum on these?” He grabbed your big soft breasts that bounced with every hard thrust of his cock.

“Gonna let me cum all over these titties, right? Fuck I bet they’ll be so pretty painted. Yea? Glazed in my cum. Hmmm? Gonna let me cum on these.” He squeezed your nipples harder making you moan out your answer.

“Fuck yes Hyunjin, cum on them please, wanna feel it, warm and thick.” You pushed your breasts together and Hyunjin started snapping his hips into you quick. He moaned out, the sexiest sound you’d ever heard, as he came hard. He pulled his cock out as he started coming inside you and straddled you as he painted stripes of cum across your belly and breasts, his white pearly seed dripping down your hard nipples and out of your swollen, pink, hole.

“Fuck baby FUCK!" He stayed there kneeling over you, trying to collect himself post nut as you ran your fingers through his cum on your tits and ate it.

“Holy shit that was amazing Hyunjin-ah, mmm and you taste amazing.” When Hyunjin opened his eyes and saw you sucking his cum off your digits while more leaked from your cunt his half hard cock twitched in his hand.

He slid further up your torso and pressed your big cum coated breasts around his cock sliding it back and forth as he started working towards getting hard again. He grabbed your hands and made you push your breasts together, when you did, he reached back and started rubbing the cum dripping from your hole, all over your pussy before plunging his fingers inside you and circling your clit gently with his fingertips, making your legs tremble.

@jquellen27 @caroline-ds-world @ughbehavior @chansynie @hyunelixies @j-0ne25

“Oh, we’re not done gorgeous. We have the whole night ahead of us and you’re not covered in nearly enough of my cum yet.”

Please do not repost or translate any of my works. My blog and stories are NSFW and 18+ ONLY! Minors, ageless, and blank blogs will be blocked!

#stray kids smut #skz smut #hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin smut #skz317cb97 thick reader series #skz317cb97 #cal 🖤 #stray kids angst #skz angst #hwang hyunjin angst #hyunjin angst

[your-local-hoemie]

Can i request zhongli thoma and kazuha with reader that gets sick easily and often nose bleed cos of over working?

YES AAAA KAZUHA I get to write my maple prince!! TvT

Ya’ll are being awesome with the requests thank you :P I have three more to do after this and then I’m finally caught up aaaa!

Warnings: Fluff, very caring boys, Gn! Reader, swearing, mentions of blood, not proof-read.

Characters: Zhongli, Thoma, Kazuha.

Zhongli~

For someone so calm and collected 24/7 he’s still unsure of how he managed to fall for someone that’s constantly overworking theirselves into a trembling mess at least once a week.

When you first came home one day with a bloody nose he was prepared to commence with the wrath of the rock istg

When you told him that it just happens sometimes with the most causal attitude you could muster without passing out he just kinda stopped and was like

?????

Deadass just stopped and looked at you with the most deadpan expression ever and was like:

“My dear, I don’t quite believe that’s as ordinary as you try to make it out to be”

After this happens a couple more times he starts to become very good at taking care of you!

As soon as he picks up signs that you’re overworking he’ll immediately make sure to get some tissues and force you to stop whatever you’re doing and pin you to the bed in the most innocent way possible.

If he doesn’t pick up on you destroying your physical and mental state then be prepared for a hour long lecture about how you should take care of yourself!

He just wants you to be safe. He’s already lost so many people he’s loved and wants to make sure you’re ok!

Thoma~

The panic attacks you give to is poor man-

Genuinely thinks you’re about to die every time you show up with blood spurtin’ out your nose.

Has medical supplies at all times

When you told him it happens when you push yourself too much he makes sure to do everything for you when he can!

Makes you food and does chores like the precious housewife he is.

When you’ve been working too long he’ll force you to take a break and give you a nice massage even if you don’t ask for one!

He’ll ask Ayato to put a word in with your boss or teacher to take it a little more easy on you.

It’s not that he thinks you can’t handle the work

Which you can’t you dumbass

He just doesn’t like seeing how much of a toll it takes on your body

He just loves you so much and wants to make sure you’re ok~

Kazuha~

He’s like a concerned parent who also loves you too much to be angry

He understands how important the work you have is but really doesn’t like how you push yourself to literal destruction.

When you first start getting a nose bleed he’d act very calm and do his best to make sure you were ok while sitting you down to rest

But you can bet your ass his poor little heart was terrified something bad had happened ;-;

He has trauma ok! Who fucking doesn’t in this game

Doesn’t have the heart to tell you to stop what you’re doing but does do everything in his power to distract you

Oh look. He found a pretty view and needs you to come and see it with him

It’s life or death

Trust him.

He found these fruits he found and thought you’d like to try them but he needs you to eat them with him so he knows your opinion.

Such a sneaky boy.

If you refuse to peel your eyes away from whatever you’ve been torturing yourself with the last who knows how long-

He’ll finally voice his opinions and tell you to stop.

He never has a harsh or demanding tone

It’s always sounds so soft and caring

Because he is!

You’re like a beautiful flower that even though he knows you can withstand harsh conditions he still wants to protect and care for you!

It’s also impossible to say no to him he gives you his pretty smile and puppy eyes

He’s a beautiful boy with a beautiful heart

And it belongs to you completely~

Thoma’s was kinda short because I’m running out of brain juice for him today ;-;

I’ll be catching up with the other requests in a few days I’m just going through some stuff with my mom not accepting me being no-binary which is really disheartening just randomly inserts a rant wtf but I assure I will get to all the requests sent in :P

#genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin drabbles #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #genshin impact scenarios #genshin scenarios #genshin boyfriend scenarios #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact headcanons #zhongli #zhongli x reader #zhongli genshin impact #zhongli scenarios #zhongli headcanons #thoma #thoma genshin impact #thoma x reader #thoma scenarios #thoma headcanons #kazuha #kazuha genshin impact #kazuha x reader #kazuha scenarios #kazuha headcanons

[bowieandqueen11]

Hii, I just wanted to request J, V, and Y on the NSFW alphabet for Roman. Also congratulations on 8,500 followers! I love your writing so much you deserve all of them and more. I’m also happy you decided to start a career in writing! Thank you <3

That's so sweet of you, and genuinely means so much to me so thank you!! I can't wait to share in this adventure with you! :)

Roman Roy NSFW Alphabet - J, V, Y

(I do not own Succession or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @romeytime. NSFW alphabet credit goes to @evelinamox.)

Warning: As it says on the tin, this is NSFW so 18+ only please!

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

We all know Roman Roy is a disgusting little slime puppy, so jacking off happens at quite a regular interval. I wouldn't say daily, but maybe once a week before he met you: mainly so he could feel some semblance of control, being shamed by the people around him to feel in charge of his sexuality, but also as a way to assert dominance over his surroundings and release some pent up rage and annoyance at being caged in at Waystar. When he starts dating you, though, it happens far less often. Sometimes during sexy times, when he still feels unsure and too uncomfortable yet to actually do the do, but more often than not he leaves it for when you're sent off to some diplomatic conference somewhere else. It's the first time he feels actually comfortable doing it, knowing that it's solely because he misses you so much, and he needs to release that pent up adoration in the only way he knows how to release (pardon the pun.)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I feel like Romey's little noises during sexy times are so sweet, honestly. At first his mouth would be quite vulgar, asking you 'yeah, do you like that? I bet you fucking do, you little freak.' But then when he starts to drop the pretence that he's some sex crazed, matador maniac, he becomes quite... soft? Quite submissive, quite tender as he squirms and shudders underneath you. The sounds then become like little yelps, little whines that he tries to hide by covering his mouth with yours, but the mewls still vibrate down his tongue and against your teeth. He feels embarrassed whenever he lets the tiny whines out, squeezing his eyes shut and dropping his head back against the pillow until the muscle in his jaw is flexing, almost popping like a pulse of lightning against his face. You immediately dip down and lick your tongue against it, peppering kisses up and down his jawline until he finally relaxes, and allows the whines to come out fast, ferocious, and loud enough to be heard from the next apartment over.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

For Roman, I would say his sex drive isn't the highest? I feel he puts on a lot of bravado: his sexual innuendoes and constant dick picks are all just a big show, because honestly I don't think he even knows himself. I don't think he quite understands who is is, and Logan definitely hasn't allowed him the freedom or, more importantly, the security to try and find himself. He does love you - god, more than anything, but I feel his sex drive has been suffocated over the years, so sex comes only once every couple of months. By goodness, though, if that once a month isn't worth the wait. All the adoration, the uncertainty, the grief, the wonderment - they all come bursting out, Roman feeling safe enough in your presence to just allow himself to be. And he will literally love you to the end of the earth and back for it.

#succession #roman roy #roman roy imagine #roman roy headcanons #Cee's 8500 followers celebration

[garaviel]

@arcann tagged me bc somehow they KNOW i need to finish my 2nd playthrough!

TRAITS

Your “canon” trait combination? I did Mystical and Keen Eye on my first playthrough and i honestly really liked it. Combining a more “practical” trait like Keen Eye and a more ‘emotion” based trait like Mystical really balanced the interactions between the characters and environment for me in a way that didnt make one or the other seem useless

What 3rd trait would you add for hardcore mode? After genuinely thinking about it probably Talk to Animals. I have no clue how useless or not it would be in Hardcore Mode but i love all those critters and any extra info is good info, right? 2nd choice may be Street Smart for obvious reasons and a more practical application!

What trait are you least drawn to? Hot. I have heard it can open up more but it kinda seems like it could be a free pass for MC to be the Worst while still being buddies with people just bc they’re attractive and idk how i feel about that. I also don’t really flirt too much even on romance routes. I’m sure the writing would still be incredible tho as nothing has felt like a let down yet!

Coolest trait? I just started a Streetsmart + Talk to Animals combo and i really like Streetsmart so far. Seems like the one I might choose if you only got one option instead of 2! Will have to finish the playthrough to confirm my thoughts tho bc i surprisingly miss Mystical, at least in trying to outstubborn Sybil (even if it doesnt work)!

ROMANCE

Who are you romancing? I have my first MC who i guess is closest to my “canon” playthrough branching off with different saves bc i am unsure if staying single or romancing Reese or Kaneeka is more in line with the personality im developing for her. Kaneeka is a fellow goth so of course i love her and my MC is punk as hell so theres some crossover there, but also horror movies and weird fucked up body horror art is always fun as hell so theres my boy Reese. But honestly the friendships have been fulfilling enough that i wouldnt need MC to romance anyone i guess.

What romance are you least interested in? Waynes is probably 50 shades of fucked up and i dont personally want to give it a shot but i might for a really weird MC so strangely i might have to say Stella? Not that she isn’t the sweetest but i kind of like her with Tabitha potentially, even if its not a Canon Thing.

Who would you romance if every character was eligible? Still Reese, Kaneeka, and Avery. They all have good interactions with the MC and although the game isnt 100% done yet at this point im not sure other characters would have the same amount of friendship built up to where i would want to start a romance.

MISC

What character would hurt the most if something bad happened to them? Avery honestly. Theyre very mellow and friendly and one of my MCS faves and i would be pissed if i fucked up something and got them seriously hurt.

Would you stay in Scarlet Hollow once the week is over? Im not sure there will BE a Scarlet Hollow once the week is over. Either it will be wiped out by Supernatural Shenanigans or the strike will end the coal mine (as it probably should) and everyone will have to move anyway. Even if somehow the town is Fine my MC is probably going to die or something bc holy shit Mystical is feeling very foreboding.

Who would you vote for dog mayor? I think i will know for sure when i finish my Talk to Animals playthrough. I take this stuff very seriously after all.

Not tagging anyone bc i am unsure if anyone else has played it yet but YOU SHOULD.

#scarlet hollow

[elliesfern]

bird cage - chapter ten

summary - you’re on the run after escaping the cult you grew up in, the seraphites. you run into a woman who completely changes your course and are unsure whether or not she will let you live.

pairing - fem reader x ellie. both characters are in their 20s.

warnings - kidnapping, violence, weapons, guns, blood, injury, burns, aggressive language, animal death, mention of hanging, alcohol, drinking, nsfw. 18+

a/n - i’ve gotta say guys, i think this may just be my favourite chapter so far. thanks for reading! x

ao3 link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/38383471/chapters/99283164

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Your feet swung in an impatient back and forth motion, dangling off of the edge of the bed as you waited for Ellie’s return.

You couldn’t help but go over the conversation you had heard between Cat and Ellie over and over in your mind, hoping that maybe if you thought about it harder you could come to some kind of conclusion about how much you didn’t care and then it would go away. But that wouldn’t happen. Because you did care.

Ellie’s love life should’ve been the very last thing on your priority list. You were in danger, you didn’t know if the people of Ellie’s home would listen to you, if they would kick you out, seperate you from her. If they’d torture you until you told them what they needed to hear. If you’d be hurt all over again, if you’d end up back at home. Your old home. You didn’t have a home anymore and that made your heart twinge a little.

You didn’t have room to care about what Ellie did, about how Ellie felt. It wasn’t your place. Your focus needed to be on yourself and how to survive, just how it was a mere week ago. Though you couldn’t help but remember her journal, and the precious way she wrote about you and did doodles of you. Didn’t she say she liked you? What did that even mean?

The front door opened to reveal an Ellie, struggling to balance two paper plates on one arm while using the other hand to twist the knob.

“Here ya go, ma lady.” Ellie handed you one of the plates and you couldn’t help the smile that involuntarily grew on your lips. The plate was filled with some kind of red meat, roast potatoes and green beans. Your stomach grumbled at the sight and you realised just how hungry you had felt, as if every day you had barely eaten in the last few months had built up to this one moment.

“It’s deer.” She said, and you dug in, feeling an accumulation of tastebuds dancing on your tongue. You hummed in delight, the heat from the potato creating a warm steam in amongst your throat.

“It’s so fucking good.” You said, Ellie’s eyebrows raising and body moving back from her position on the bed beside you.

“Sorry? Did you just swear?” She questioned, giggling as she made fun of your innocent nature. You just rolled your eyes and took another mouthful.

“I had to tell them I needed another plate because I was extra starving from my ‘big adventure’.” Ellie joked, holding her fingers up in air quotes.

“I think everyone was so worried about me that they’re kind of just letting me get away with whatever.”

“Must be nice.” You replied, thinking about the people back in your village who probably hadn’t even noticed you’d been gone. Ellie’s face dropped and she appeared to be deep in thought and you slightly regretted making the snide comment.

“I’m really sorry about Cat.” She said, her green eyes and freckly face looking directly at yours.

“Why are you sorry?” You asked, looking at her softly, but feeling your spine tense slightly at the mention of the girl’s name.

“I just feel like I have to apologise for her. I don’t know how much you heard…she’s just uh, a lot sometimes.” Ellie scrunched up her nose as the words left her mouth.

“And I mean, like, i’m sorry for forcing you into the bathroom. I know you don’t want to keep hiding and stuff. You shouldn’t have to.” Ellie’s voice was soft and genuine and had a slight rasp to it with the low volume. You nodded and gave her a small smile, meeting her eyes with yours.

“Did you really miss her?” You asked, and you wondered if saying that was crossing a line, or if you really even wanted to know.

“I did…but I also didn’t. We have a really complicated relationship.” The food in your mouth suddenly felt heavy and you could feel every inch of it slowly sliding down your throat.

“Why is it complicated?” You cringed slightly at how little you actually wanted to know anything about their relationship but you couldn’t stop yourself from asking.

“She was my first girlfriend…so I guess i’ll always care about her. But we grew apart. I just don’t love her how I used to.” She said, and looked at you as if every part of her brain was open on display in front of you and you knew that terrified her. You thought it was maybe the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. Even more beautiful than flowers and plants and butterflies and anything that grew from the ground of this earth. It was Ellie. Ellie was the most beautiful thing.

But that terrified you too. Being with Ellie - loving Ellie, it wasn’t possible. You were from completely different worlds. How did you expect to spend your days with her? Locked up, hidden forever? Maybe that would be okay. Maybe staying protected by Ellie for the rest of your life would be completely and utterly fine, because it was her.

“Are you okay?” Ellie questioned, and you realised you had been sitting in silence for god knows how long. You noticed the way your heartbeat had picked up in your chest and how your hands felt clammy when you rubbed them together.

“Can I shower?“ You said abruptly before your brain could even catch up to what had spilled out of your mouth.

“Of course.” Ellie said, her brows furrowing in concern and her hand raising to rest on your shoulder, which in turn made you panic more. You stood, placing your empty plate on the girl’s desk as she followed your lead, going to her dresser to pick out another one of her shirts for you to wear.

“I wont be too long, I get cold.”

“What?” The woman chuckled in confusion. “You can have a hot shower?”

“Oh.” You said, turning around once she had thrown you the shirt and heading to the bathroom with a face full of embarrassment.

You pulled out the shower handle, turning it slightly and stripping out of the clothes you had on. Holding your hand under the stream of water, you felt the change in temperature as it got warmer. The heat reminded you of falling asleep next to a lit fire, embers burning and making your cheeks turn pink. You stepped into the tub, allowing the warm water to flow over the crown of your head and drip down your shoulders.

An upbeat rhythm took you out of your thoughts, hearing what you assumed was Ellie blasting a song out of some kind of machine. You sighed, feeling overwhelmed at the thought of the girl just being on the other side of the wall. It was as if she didn’t feel real. Like your current life, being hidden away, standing in hot showers, Ellie, just didn’t feel like it would have ever been in your realm of possibilities. You had hope. A lot of hope that things would be okay, but you couldn’t help but constantly feel like you were in fight or flight.

Ellie made you feel both safe and in complete danger at once. You had this gut feeling like the girl would do anything to keep you protected - and maybe that was a bizarre or naive thought considering how you met. But you felt as though the way everything had played out had meant you could trust her. Because she could’ve killed you. But she didn’t. She hasn’t.

She was wildfire burning through a forrest. Or a tsunami crashing onto your shore. You often wanted to run away, but found yourself frozen, watching the beautiful disaster that the girl was completely unfold in front of you.

You heard the song change from the other room, and decided you had to check out what the other girl was up to. You hoped out of the bathtub and once you were dry, threw the t-shirt and your underwear on, your still-wet hair dripping down your back.

As you opened the bathroom door, you noticed the main lights had been turned off and a faint glow was illuminating the room from the fairy lights that were draped across the wall in front of you. The music was more clear then and Ellie had changed into a baggy t-shirt and shorts, and was wandering around the room swaying her hips.

“Oh, hey.” Ellie said with the biggest grin on her face. At once every ounce of unease you felt escaped you, leaving you with only a fluttery feeling at the sight of the girl ‘dancing’ before you. You never imagined that the Ellie you had first met less than a week ago would ever be in front of you like that.

“You wanna dance with me, princess?” She said, spinning her body around the room, and you wondered what had come over her. You laughed and shook your head, grabbing onto your own shirt in a clenched first as you suddenly felt like a spotlight had been placed right on you.

“I don’t know how.”

“I can show you.” Ellie came over to you, offering one of her hands out and you reluctantly took it, letting her lead you around the room, swaying your connected arms back and forth in a slightly awkward manner as if she didn’t really know what she was doing either.

“Joel found this CD for me years ago. It’s filled with like, random old love songs. I love listening to it when i’m not feeling great.” The brunette said, continuing to sway beside you to a song you weren’t really listening to because the whole situation was too overwhelming. Ellie took you by surprise when her grip on your hand tightened and she reached her arm up, causing you to twirl around on the spot beneath her arm. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle, and as the song came to a finish the two of you stood in anticipation about what the next song would be. You had never quite heard music like that, and didn’t at all understand how on earth it was coming out of a small oval shaped contraption that connected to the wall.

The pretty picking of a guitar was heard, this time the song being a little slower than the last and you looked at Ellie who still had ahold of your hand.

“I love this one. Come here.” Ellie instructed, using her hand to pull you closer to her until you could’ve counted every freckle that covered her cheeks if you wanted to. She guided both your hands up onto her shoulders, and you clasped them together, just grazing along the back of her neck. She placed her own hands on your waist, causing what felt like your heart to completely give in on itself. Your breath became shallow and you felt helpless to Ellie’s touch and gaze, and like every part of you wanted to run away but you were trapped right in that one spot, swaying so delicately back and forth. You listened to the song that was humming so effortlessly in the background.

‘Spinning on that dizzy edge

I kissed his face and kissed his head

And dreamed of all the different ways I had

To make him glow

Why are you so far away, he said

Why won't you ever know that

I'm in love with you

That I'm in love with you’

You and Ellie shared a grin, her eyes twinkling from the reflection of the lights.

“I’ve never done this before.” You said.

“How do you feel about it?” Ellie asked, her voice low and raspy once again and you couldn’t resist the magnetic pull it caused within you.

“I really like it.” Your voice almost a whisper then, as if it was the most important thing to keep the moment only between the two of you.

‘You

Soft and only

You

Lost and lonely

You

Strange as angels

Dancing in the deepest oceans

Twisting in the water

You're just like a dream

You're just like a dream’

You watched as Ellie’s gaze flickered down to your lips for a moment and your head spun, before your own eyes mimicked hers. Her pink lips twitched slightly and her tongue poked out for a moment to moisten the dry skin. Ellie’s green eyes looked into yours, practically begging for permission to close the gap between the two of you and your deep breaths came to a halt as one of the girl’s hands was removed from your waist, coming up to meet a strand of hair that was dangling across your face and tucking it behind your ear. Her soft palm rested on your cheek as Ellie began to lean forward and you felt the tip of her cold nose brush by your own and her warm breath tickle your lips.

A loud thud removed you from the situation, right before your lips had the chance to crash into Ellie’s, and as you spun around, you came face to face with a girl who had dark hair and was covered in tattoos, standing in the doorway.

“Who’s that?” She spoke, pointing to you and stepping into the room without permission. Her eyes locked onto yours and you suddenly felt naked as she scanned your face and stopped where the scars on your cheeks laid.

“Oh my god, that’s a scar.” Her voiced raised and Ellie was quick to put distance between you and the girl by standing directly in front of you.

“You’re fucking a scar!?”

“Cat, calm down.” Ellie desperately tried and alarm bells went off in your head at the name.

“She’s a fucking scar, Ellie! Her people killed us.” Cat was loud that time, loud enough for anyone in close proximity to hear and you knew it was completely intentional. You suddenly felt like maybe hiding in Ellie’s bathroom all day wasn’t so bad after all and wished more than anything to be able to go back to that.

As expected, a man came running into the room and had a gun in hand, pointed at you.

“Joel, put the gun down. Everything’s fine.” Ellie held her arm out in front of her as a blockade, and her other arm was slinked behind her and reaching out to you.

“Why have you got a scar in your room?” Joel questioned, refusing to lower the gun and you got the impression he wouldn’t stop at anything to protect her.

“I can explain everything. I just need you to be quiet so Maria and Tommy don’t show up.” Ellie pleaded, but almost ironically in that moment, an older blonde woman appeared from behind Joel and Ellie let out a deep defeated sigh.

“Come with me. We’re gonna put you in a holding room and then figure out what to do with you from there.” Maria said, and you nodded, knowing there was nothing you could do to change your fate.

“Put some pants on.” She said, and your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you quickly slid on some jeans Ellie threw you. A guard came over to you and everybody watched as your wrists were tied together in a similar fashion to how Ellie had done it. You lifted your gaze to see the girl you were just about to kiss had guilt smeared all over her face.

“I’m so sorry.” She mouthed, and her eyes looked as if they were on the verge of welling up with tears. You gave her a half smile, not wanting Ellie to worry or take the blame. It was your choice to be there, your choice to follow her home in the end. You didn’t want to regret it, even then, you hoped that maybe this would simply be a final hurdle to get over and then everything could be normal. But maybe that wasn’t realistic. Maybe you wouldn’t ever get that happy ending you wanted. Maybe you were simply put on this earth to give answers, to help some people who didn’t even like you, and then that would be it. You weren’t sure what awaited you, but you sure weren’t looking forward to it.

#tlou #the last of us #ellie williams #ellie tlou #fanfiction #the last of us x reader #tlouii #fanfic #ellie x reader #bird cage

[coffee-in-veins]

Day 15: Old Bones

an entry for darkest prompts promptober 2022

previous days: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

now available on ao3 too

Bone NOUN - a rigid organ that constitutes part of the skeleton in most vertebrate animals; one's body; a corpse or skeleton.

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Most of the time, Dismas harboured a feeling that religious folks were just as mad as the cultists they were hired to hunt down - if not more. The ways they honoured their deity bordered on his masochism they condoned themselves, and their zealotry came indistinguishably close to the indoctrination cultists apparently were subjected. The self-inflicted misery was borderline self-abusive, and way, way too off-putting to an honest rogue who wanted to forget the suffering of their shared mortal coil instead of adding to them.

The highwayman refrained from asking why the hell all of this was happening if the Light was supposedly a caring and benevolent god - the brawl that followed the first time he voiced his doubts had put both Reynauld and him into Sanatorium for a week and a half. Thus, he changed tactics. He observed. He asked. He pondered.

Some of it made sense if he squinted long enough or tried to see who could benefit from a whole order of single-minded servants, always ready at one's back and call. Other things sounded like simple application of the army's rules in a religious connotation - which wasn't too hard to deduce, after all, those zealots were expected to die, spreading the Light's glory or whatever.

When he asked Rey if he got pleasure from being hurt and if that's what all those scriptures were about, the crusader became offended. And yet it was the only way Dismas could explain some of the things the knight put himself through.

Because there were practices in the rigid crusader's life that he couldn't explain with anything else even if he genuinely tried. Like waking up in the middle of the fucking night to mumble words of Light's glory, probably to add to the issues of bad sleep, cold and nightmares. Or having to play some bloody mind games to simply be able to eat for a couple of weeks each year, as if they didn't have enough problems with provisions already. There were also times when the crusader would insist there were angels around them, and those angels needed the blood of the saints to grant them victory, and he was the only saint in the vicinity. Or that his battered body needed to be starved and lashed even more, because only pain and deprivation were a way to repent for his sins - thankfully, those moods weren't too frequent for the knight, else Dismas would go insane trying to take care of him.

There was another practice that could only bring Rey pain, but he still stuck to it vigorously.

As the infected were finally considered sentient and the ban on their executions was finalized, the whole Hamlet succumbed in disarray. Hastily built holding pens those religious mooches dared to call "quarantine zone" were abandoned in equal haste, their unfortunate habitats let out with gushing meaningless apologies. The abbot even held a special sermon to "beloved martyrs", as if they weren't his victims.

The rogue could only imagine where it left the Church's executioner.

Dismas followed the shoddy cobblestone path to the less-frequented side of the Graveyard, and - quite expectedly - found a kneeling figure he was looking for. Reynauld was quietly tending to the purple hyacinths and white asphodels planted on the unmarked graves in the corner - without armour, with no regalia, just a man with a loose shirt and dirty hands.

The whole scene was too symbolic for the highwayman, and he hurried to break it into a more mundane one, stepping closer.

"You needn't worry, my friend," was what he heard instead of a greeting. "This is merely one more burden to add to my sins."

The highwayman stepped closer, unsure what to say to those words. Finally, he offered a simple:

"I'm here if ye need me, tin man."

That earned him a mirthless chuckle:

"I appreciate your attempts to cheer me, but I don't deserve them," the knight shook his head slowly. They fell into silence for a while, but unlike their usual ones, this felt scratchy and awkward. When the ex-brigand was contemplating taking out a pipe, Reynauld finally continued. "You know, Dis... last time I was here, I caught myself thinking - Gracious Light, thank you that we at least were out of time and wood to build pyres. Because... because those were planned, you know?"

The rogue felt his fists clenching. The same fists that still remembered the feeling of claws tipping each finger. Still, Dismas' voice was quiet as he came closer to place a hand on the crusader's shoulder and breathed out:

"Yeah. That was lucky."

If they could call desperate sabotage that the then-forming Hive did "luck". Still. Dismas sat beside the knight and gave him the time he so obviously needed. The rogue wasn't too surprised when, despite his big words, after merely a few moments, the zealot bit his lips and hid his face in the worn-out fur of his overcoat.

"I'll face them during my final judgement, and they'll be in their right to demand my eternal damnation," Rey muttered. "I robbed them of any hope of salvation."

Not exactly what the former infected expected to hear.

"How so?"

Another bitter chuckle:

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Not t' me," Dismas mused, eyes darting between the distraught crusader in his arms and too-familiar names etched into the gravestones.

"They died as monsters, without the salvation of being a human," the zealot insisted as if he was explaining obvious things, but his voice was weak and wavering. "Without returning to being a human."

That was one fucked up reason if Dismas ever heard one. Being infected himself, he could argue he remained human all the time the Crimson Curse burned in his veins.

He didn't, letting the crusader vent instead.

"Without dying with human dignity," Reynauld continued, blissfully oblivious to the highwayman's predicament. "Now they'll never be able to return to Light's embrace, do you understand? I robbed them of this mercy!"

Dismas sighed, eyeing the hyacinths, but his treacherous hands were already rubbing soothing circles into Reynauld's back. And even if, for once, he was willing to try and prod crusader's beliefs without his usual caution about the inevitable consequences, he couldn't force himself to do it. Not while listening to the stifled, hiccuping sobs of a man his silly heart decided to fall for. A sincere man who wanted to do what was right but ended up being tricked into becoming a cold-blooded executioner by what was supposed to bring people warmth and salvation.

A little bit later. They would talk about it. Surely.

Just a little bit later.

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Purple hyacinths usually mean regret and asking for forgiveness, while white asphodels mean being sorry and wishing peace after death.

#dd promptober 2022 #darkest dungeon #dismas #reynauld #Reymas #all aboard the Rey pain train! #fanfic #The bloodied journal page || my writing #The tapestries of words || my ao3 #dd highwayman #dd crusader

[ao719]

I seen this somewhere and knew I needed to send it to you! 🤣😊🥰

Hey there! In an attempt to spread some Writer Positivity, I'd like you to share five (or more, if you'd like to!) memorable quotes by your characters, across your fics!

Aw, thank you for the ask, @xpandass420x! This is so fun!

Snippets below cut (in no particular order)

This scene from chapter 19 of Always You where after Liam sent Riley away and he kind of broke down and laid everything out on the table for Drake that’s happened:

“I found out my father was sick, unsure of whether he would pull through or not. Two weeks later, my own brother stabbed me in the back, upended my whole life, and at 22, the entire weight of the crown was placed on my shoulders. I lost my best friend and the woman I loved because of what he did. I was given a chance to get her back, but I failed miserably. I was thrust into a Social Season that I wanted no part of, but I still went through with it because I was trying to uphold my so-called duty and responsibility. And then I tried to move forward … I tried to genuinely build something with the woman I chose and felt nothing but guilt because no matter how hard I tried, my heart just wasn’t in it. But I continued to try … all while you were fucking her behind my back the entire time, making me look like a blind fool. You knew that she was planning on humiliating me further, and you still said nothing. The past four months have been nothing but a domino effect of shit that life keeps throwing at me. And you knew what a hard time I was having with it all. So I just wish that when you chose to stab me in the back … that you weren’t kicking me when you knew I was already down.”

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The very end of chapter 2 of Past Meet Present:

Both men continued to stare at one another as Andrea stood between them, the air suddenly thick with tension.

One was her past. One was her present.

Both were determined to be her future.

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This scene from chapter 4 of Always You when Liam and Reyna crossed that line for the very first time is probably one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. I’m not gonna put the whole scene, but just a little of it, lol:

“Every touch you feel should send a shiver through you,” he whispered while he slowly and ever so lightly dragged the tips of his fingers from her neck to her collarbone; Reyna was able to tell from his voice that he was now closer to her, laying at her side. She felt that shiver he spoke of as goosebumps spread across her skin from his touch. She then felt his thumb lightly brush across her full lips, and a soft breath escaped her as her lips slightly parted. “And then your heart rate will start to pick up.” Her heart fluttered at his words. “And your chest will start to rise and fall heavily …”

Reyna swallowed thickly as his fingertips continued to ghost over the skin of her collar bone before moving just beneath it. It was as if his smooth baritone was guiding her into doing everything he spoke. She could feel that he was even closer to her now; his lips barely grazed her ear, and his warm breath tickled her skin.

“And you’ll start to get that feeling deep within … the one that ignites everything …” he whispered. Her entire body was tingling as this warmth bloomed inside her; she felt Liam’s lips slowly brush across her own. “And your breath will start to quicken from the anticipation of what’s to come …” he spoke against her lips before he moved them to her neck, brushing them against her skin up to her ear. “And now … just the lightest of touches will feel like they’re going to send you over the edge.”

Liam’s fingertips moved to where the hem of her tank top was slightly raised and brushed them against the exposed skin of her lower waist down to her hip; he smirked when he saw her body visibly tremble in response. He reached up and untied her hands; Reyna kept them rested on the pillow above her head.

“And when you open your eyes and look at them …” Liam gently removed the blindfold, and she slowly opened her eyes; his baby blues were mere inches from hers, and her pupils were lust-blown and full of longing. “… they’ll know exactly how much you want them.” Does he know? “And you’ll see just how badly they want you,” he whispered again as his hand settled on her hip. Does she see it?

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This scene from chapter 2 of Vancross with Liam and Croía in the library playing eye tag 🥹

Liam brought up tabs of research he had saved the day before and began looking them over. A few moments into reading, his eyes happened to flicker up from his screen, and that’s when he noticed her. Sitting alone and two tables away from him was Croía. He hadn’t seen her since the night of the party; the few classes they did have together the first day were only held twice a week, and they didn’t have them again until tomorrow. She was sitting alone with an opened book to her side and a laptop in front of her. Liam found himself curious about her, and not because of who she was related to and the mystery that surrounded that situation. She just seemed … different. She seemed quiet and from what he had heard Alia tell the others the night of the party, she was a tad reticent about her personal and family life.

Suddenly, he watched her gaze flicker up and he dropped his back to his screen.

Croía happened to glance up from her book to see Liam sitting a couple of tables away from her, staring at his laptop screen. The night of the party, she remembered seeing him in a few of her classes earlier that day, but it wasn’t until she was standing directly in front of him to be introduced that she recognized him from the news reports over the summer regarding him becoming the new Crown Prince. She would think having that kind of weight and responsibility suddenly dropped on one’s shoulders would be difficult, but he appeared to have a pretty carefree attitude considering his new circumstances. Either that, or he was just really good at the game of stoicism.

When she saw Liam lift his head, Croía quickly dropped her gaze back to her book.

The next 20 minutes passed with Liam and Croía narrowly missing each other’s curious, lingering stares as they sat in the silent library. Then, they finally glanced up at the same time. They stared at one another, both feeling caught, until Liam mouthed “hi” with a subtle grin. Croía returned her own small smile, mouthing “hi” back to him.

They held each other’s gaze for another moment before Croía’s eyes slowly dropped back down to her book. Liam could still see the faint smile she was wearing as she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

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On the Run Leo is one of my favorite Leo’s I’ve written, so I’m just putting a scene with him 😂

“Anyway, back to tomorrow. You two are going to want to head to the south entrance of Bergen aan Zee. And you’ll have to go through the dunes.” Leo paused, waiting for Liam to answer, but he didn’t. “Li?” Leo said, waiting for him to respond. It was still silent. “Liam!” Suddenly Leo heard Reyna’s distant giggle followed by a moan. “Jesus Christ!” He ended the call and slipped his phone into his pocket, shaking his head; he glanced up to see Drake and Maxwell giving him a questioning look. “They ate space cakes, and now Liam’s showing Reyna his rocket ship.”

“I fucking hate you for that image,” Drake shook his head.

“Blastoff,” Leo chuckled.

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Thank you again for the ask! 💕

#asks

[duffy-is-daydreaming]

Pro tips to undergraduate college students taking any class that’s taught by a GTA (Graduate Teaching Assistant)

Source: I’m a GTA and I’m just about to finish teaching my university’s public speaking class for the first time

You do not need to feel intimidated by or somehow inferior to your GTA instructors. Very little sets them apart from you aside from a few years of life experience and a completed bachelor’s degree. That’s not to say that you shouldn’t respect a GTA as the person in charge of the classroom, but you don’t need to fear their wrath if you need help or make a mistake. Unless you really fuck up in the way of academic integrity somehow, the worst thing that can happen with any given assignment is that you fail it and you try to do better next time. It’s happened to a lot of us, and it will probably happen to a lot of you at some point, and that’s okay. You’re going to be fine.

Any first-year GTAs are actively learning how to teach the class as they go along. A lot of the second-year and beyond GTAs are also still learning. If they seem awkward or make “careless” mistakes, it’s not because they don’t care or they’re trying to make your life difficult. It’s because they’re stressed out, extremely busy, and often just entering a new stage of young adulthood that’s even more bewildering and frustrating to adjust to than the first. We’re trying our very best, I promise!

We want to help you succeed! We want to help you succeed!!! We feel extremely excited and proud when you show improvement in something you struggled with earlier! We are being 100% genuine when we say you can reach out if you need help and we are desperately hoping that you will actually do so! We want to help you succeed but we need you to commit and communicate in order for us to facilitate that!!!

To newer college students who aren’t sure what the phrase “office hours” refers to: office hours are the times that your instructors set aside to host drop-in meetings with students. You (usually) don’t need to schedule a specific appointment to visit your instructor’s office during pre-designated hours, but if you suspect that the reason for your visit might take up a significant portion of those hours, your instructor would probably appreciate a heads-up about it so they can prepare. You also don’t have to have a reason strictly related to the class to show up to office hours; I had one student come in just to say hello and get a sense of where to find me for future reference, and another who came to ask me not about our class, but about the advanced version of it because he was interested in taking it in a later semester.

Want your GTA to absolutely adore having you as a student? Here’s what to do:

Follow directions and ask questions about things you’re unsure of (showing us that you’re engaged).

Communicate your needs regularly and transparently (showing us integrity and self-advocacy).

If you like the class and/or the instructor, tell them face-to-face. It will make a GTA’s entire week to hear from a student that they’re doing a good job.

Conversely, one of the most surefire ways to seriously piss off your GTA is to schedule a meeting with them outside of office hours, then decide not to show up and not to notify them of this development until after the scheduled meeting time has passed, if at all. Do not behave this way unless you are genuinely 100% unable to send them even the bare minimum of notice. I mean it.

The mid-point and end of the semester can be very difficult times for graduate students. Be kind to and patient with your GTAs around midterms and in the last weeks leading up to finals; it makes our lives that much easier, which will make your life easier in turn!

Other GTAs feel free to add onto this with your own advice! And best of luck through the home stretch of the semester—I believe in you!!! :D

#grad school #grad student #college #my life #i may be a tired master’s student but i am also a very proud and enthusiastic teacher <3

[onotherpeoplesheartache]

the start of something new?

i don’t think i’ve ever been this scared, and i don’t think i’ve ever really been this happy, either.

you know how you spend your entire life thinking there’s something wrong with you? you see people fall in love, you see people break up, you get the occasional crush and sometimes people even appear to have a crush on you, and you cannot even fathom why because you yourself can’t really find a single thing you actually even like about yourself. and if you can’t do that, how is anyone else supposed to? how are you supposed to be enough for someone else?

and then, especially after Him™, you feel even more broken and wrong than ever before. like there’s already something fundamentally wrong with you, and then he came and made everything worse, and now you feel like you can’t ever be whole again, you can’t ever be good enough again, you’re kind of just damaged goods, no matter how hard you try.

and you spend your whole life alone, watching stupid romcoms and wishing your life was like that, feeling like that’s never gonna happen because besides everything else, you can barely keep your friends around, and the more you try the more they want to leave, and you end up alone again.

eventually you kind of just give up. on the rare occasion you do seem to find a genuine connection, platonic or romantic, either they live a million miles away, you do something to fuck it up or they just… die, completely out of nowhere, breaking your heart in a million peaces.

after her, i never thought i’d feel that way about anyone. no one compared to her, to be honest, no one still does, but after spending so long missing her, i’ve slowly come to realize no one needs to compare to her. she was unlike anyone i’d ever met, and i loved her, i still love her, so much it hurts sometimes, but at the end of the day, finding someone new is just that; a new person, a new connection, something so different they don’t even need to be compared.

that’s how i feel right now.

it’s been only a little over a week since we reconnected, really started talking and getting to know each other, and on some level it feels like it’s been forever. the instant connection is unlike anything i’ve ever experienced before, the openness, the intimacy, the feeling like maybe we knew each other in another life because how else can it be explained?

it’s new, and it’s wonderful, and it’s absolutely terrifying.

i have constant butterflies, he makes me heart beat so fast and he makes my head spin and i feel like i’m going crazy, and he makes me laugh and he makes me feel loved. he makes me feel like i’m good enough just being me, and i don’t have to pretend to be someone else, someone prettier, someone funnier, someone smarter. someone stronger, someone less broken. someone better.

i want to know everything about him, and i want to share everything about myself with him, and it scares the hell out of me. after everything, after losing so many people by being too much and not enough at the same time, i’m scared that the more he learns about me, the more he knows me and my past and everything about me, the more likely it all is to drive him away and leave me completely alone again.

still, even that fear doesn’t stop me from wanting to open myself up to him.

honestly, there’s a small part of me that’s also unsure whether it’s actually him i feel this strongly about, whether i am actually in love with him, or is it more the idea of him and the validation he gives me? that’s another reason this scares me, because maybe it’s just because of how quickly this has all happened, but i can’t always tell anyway what’s really me and my genuine feelings about things and people, and what’s just my stupid, broken, borderline brain. how am i even supposed to know? and i am so scared of both getting hurt and ending up hurting him, i care about him so much that’s the last thing i want to do, so how do i, how do either of us know if this is worth it?

all i know is we get each other, and the connection we have is insane, and even with all the baggage, even with the massive physical distance between us, that’s gotta count for something, right? and i may not have the slightest clue how we’re going to end up, and one of us or both of us may get hurt in the process, but god, if i don’t want to find out.

#stream of consciousness #what have i gotten myself into