#I'll try to get to any messages I get tonight or tomorrow!!

[dwindlinghaze]

back at you

(peter parker x reader)

summary: the five times peter stood you up and the one time you did it back.

contents: angst, hurt/comfort, fluffy ending.

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i. empire state building

"hi love!" peter waves at you before sitting down on the bench with his arms around you. "i miss you."

"hi pete," you say back, planting a small kiss on his nose.

"are you free tonight?"

"if i purposely forget about my stoichiometry homework then i am," you grin.

he laughs at your joke, "i want to take you on a date on top of the empire state building. we haven't been on a real date lately and i've been a really terrible boyfriend for that reason so i want to fix things up. so- er what do you say?"

"sure, i'll be there," you answered.

"no, i'll pick you up at six and swing you up there," he insists.

"i've never been swinging in a thin sticky line before. i don't know how to feel about this offer," you make a face.

"come on it'll be fun i promise! just hold on to me and i will make sure you're safe."

"alright," you smile at him under the may spring weather.

when evening came, you were picking out outfits to wear to the date. you don't want it to be too much, because you'll be swinging high up in the air. you picked a comfortable outfit, ready to wait for peter to arrive at your door.

but he didn't come.

fifteen minutes have passed and still- no calls or messages.

you began to worry, thinking he's in a spider-man trouble but you believe in him to know that he will escape any inconveniences because he's smart and agile.

an hour has passed. no calls or texts.

you felt disappointed. you were really looking forward into this because peter's life has been replaced with spider-man lately and you've been replaced by new york city.

thirty minutes later, peter called you, saying he was sorry for not making it.

"hey lovely, i'm sorry. i really am. please forgive me, there's a robbery on the subway and it took me quite sometime to beat them all up," he says breathlessly with the sound of the wind.

"oh yeah that's fine," you say, trying to hide your disappointment but he hears right through it. "are you okay?" you ask him.

even with your disappointment, you still asked him how he is after the fight.

"i'm quite alright. i can pick you up right now and we can head to the empire state building right now."

"pete, i have to finish my stoichiometry homework."

"i will do it for you."

"have you finished it?"

"no," he admits, a beat of silence filling the line.

"well, i will see you tomorrow then. good night."

"good night, i love you, sweets!"

"love you too," you say before ending the call.

ii. ice cream

you met peter two days later, his state more jagged somehow. new bruises and scars on his face. you notice how he now wears long sleeves instead of the normal graphic t-shirt he wore with a science joke screen printed on them.

"hi pete," you reach for him, taking his hand in yours.

peter smiles a lopsided smile.

"i haven't seen you since our supposedly date day," you say, "are you all right?"

"i'm sorry about that," he replies, scratching his nose which made the dried scar torn open. "ugh-"

you pull out a napkin from your bag, folding it before pressing it against his bleeding skin. "who did this to you."

"no one, i just fell while swinging," peter says, kissing your hand that rests in front of his lips.

"this is not a bruise, it looks like someone did this to you," you say.

"let's forget about this okay?" he takes both your hands. "an ice cream date tomorrow?"

"sure," you reply.

"hey you didn't sound too pleased with that," peter remarks.

"i'm just worried pete, what if being spider-man makes you dead?" you say.

"stop, i'm not going anywhere," he assures you as he squeezes your knuckles. "tomorrow at three?"

"three in the morning or evening," you ask jokingly.

"at dawn, sweetheart," peter plays along. "i'll be there tomorrow. meet me at the ice cream shop okay?"

"i will," you agree. "let's go home, it's getting late."

"i'll walk you home," peter insists, throwing his arms around your shoulders.

as the two of you walked home, peter's spidey tingles were tingling. he ignores it at first but then sirens came so he looks at you sadly. you nod, urging him to help the police.

"i'm sorry love, please text me when you get home. i love you," he yells as he disappears behind an alleyway.

"bye, i love you too," you whisper, starting to walk back home.

the next day came and you are now sitting on a booth inside the ice cream shop. the time is now three o'clock sharp and you are waiting for your boyfriend to walk through the door. your eyes are glued to the street outside, wishing every person passing by is peter parker.

three thirty, and still no peter. the waitress asks you for your order but you decline it, saying that you're supposed to be meeting someone.

three fourty five, still no peter. you wonder how pathetic you look sitting here in the warm dim light alone surrounded by sweet couples.

you start to worry about him, then you start to question yourself on why you're here alone. peter was supposed to be here forty five minutes ago. he was supposed to be here sipping milkshake and inhaling mint leaves to make you laugh.

you fumble with your fingers, heart tripping and falling with no safety net.

the waitress you talked to earlier came with a tray of strawberry ice cream with a sympathetic look on her face. "here, for free. if you were a cartoon character, there'll be a cumulonimbus cloud hovering over your head," she says, pushing the tray to you.

"oh thanks," you say tiredly, "you don't have to y'know, think i'll be leaving soon anyways."

"it's fine. my manager wouldn't be happy to see someone sitting here without ordering any of our menus," she declares.

"but you said it's for free?," you say.

"she wouldn't know. it's a gift for me to you because clearly your 'someone' is supposed to be here but they aren't. hope this makes it up."

"thank you, dorothy," you read off of her name tag.

four fifteen, still no sign of peter but the tv above the counter was showing a scene of spider-man fighting a criminal on top of a roof high up.

you sigh, eyes shooting bullets at the tv screen.

you pack your belongings before heading back to your home. once again, peter stood you up.

"oh my god," you screamed when you heard a crash behind you. you reluctantly turned around, only to see peter on the ground with his hair messy and unruly. "are you fine?"

peter stands up, shaking the dusts off of him. "love i'm sorry! i'm sorry! i'm-"

"peter, it's fine," you put on a smile, even though your intonation screams disappointment.

"it's not, just because you're smiling doesn't mean i didn't mess up," he says apologetically.

"you have your duties. i can't force you to throw it away like how you do your chores."

"don't make jokes now," peter sighs, "are you still up for it? i'll buy you every menu in there."

"i'm tired. i've been sitting inside there for over an hour i just want to go home," you admit.

"at least let me walk you home," peter insists once more.

"okay.." you start to walk away down the block.

"i'm sorry, honey. please forgive me! how about we move this to tomorrow?" he asks.

"i don't think you'll like it there," you say.

"hmm? why's that."

"because i think i fell for the waitress that was there," you try to joke around to make him feel less guilty. he already has so much on his shoulders and you don't want to be one of his baggages too.

"who? i'm not letting a stranger take you away from me," peter makes a salty face.

"secret," you giggle. peter takes your face between his hands before planting sloppy kisses around your face.

now it's like everything is perfect. peter kissing you under the sparkling lights of new york's buildings on the sidewalk.

iii. star wars marathon

"ah y/n hi sweetheart!" aunt may opens the door to greet you. "peter told me you were coming over for movies"

"hi aunt may, is he here?" you ask her as you take off your jacket and put it on the rack.

"i thought he was coming with you?"

"oh yeah! i was supposed to meet him at the skatepark but he told me to go here first," you cover up for him. peter hasn't told may about spider-man yet and you want to keep him out of trouble.

"oh alright, have you eaten dinner?" may asks.

"i'll wait for peter first, aunt may, thank you."

"you can wait upstairs, peter wouldn't mind," aunt may offers.

"i know," you smile at her before coming up the stair to his room.

you opened his bedroom door, taking in the surroundings. his room is extremely messy. like a wrecked ship. you climb up his bed, making yourself comfortable on his bedsheets.

it has been hours since you arrived and peter still wasn't here. he was taking so long to the point where you feel asleep in his bed.

you felt sick in your stomach. all you ever hope for is peter's safety out there.

you woke up when a crash was heard from his fire escape. your body jolt up, your full attention is now on his fire escape.

"oh y/n! i forgot about our movie date!" peter say once he saw your face. "i'm so sorry, please believe me. i was looking forward to it but i i got carried away! oh s-"

"pete, come here," you say sternly.

peter freezes, looking at you like a deer in headlights. he is ready for your scolding as he walks over to you but his thoughts were quickly pushed away when you rub his arms tenderly.

"what happened, darling?"

"nothing too bad," he lets out a breathy laugh. "you should see the other guy."

"no i don't want to see whoever did this to you," you say in disbelief. "stay here, i'll help you with these," you point to his new scars.

"i have super healing, it's fine, love," he assures. "just come here please. let's watch star wars together."

"um i think it's getting too late," you say much to peter's disappointment.

"what do you mean? it's only eight thirty, we can watch one movie!" he starts to replace his suit into his pajamas, ready to watch with you.

"i have to get home, my mom needs me to... uh wash her dishes," you tell him. it's not that you didn't want to watch with him. you're too moody and upset to be around him for now.

he has been absent for dates three times in a row and you feel like you were fighting alone.

you left peter alone in the bed. you can practically feel his melancholia floating through the air.

"hey aunt may, i'll be going now," you bid goodbye to her.

"oh goodbye sweetie," she says. "make sure you get home safe alright? peter should walk you home!"

"that won't be needed, i'm fine aunt may."

"all right," may smiles warmly at you despite the cold air of the night.

when you arrived home, peter has sent you twenty five messages in a row. each of them being

'i'm sorry'

'please answer me, love'

'get back to me when you're home safely."

'pls get home safe'

'i love you'

and those messages over and over again.

iv. science laboratory

since that day, peter calls you over and over agin wishing you'd pick up. and you did.

you answered his call only for him to say that he was sorry and he's going to plan a date again.

you were tired of him asking you for dates and ended up being alone. you rejected his offer, saying that you have some family stuff so you won't be able to make it.

and peter knows

he knows that you're upset he has been leaving you alone on dates.

so the only time left for him with you is for the lab homework. you two are lab partners and you had suggested to do it in your house.

firstly because you don't want to walk home alone in the dark, and secondly, you don't want to lie to aunt may again. knowing that one way or another, peter will probably get home late.

you sat on your sofa, waiting for him to knock on the door. you place out the text books on the tables, set out glasses of water, take out some snacks from your fridge. and peter is not even here.

waiting for him has got you tired so you decided to do the work done yourself.

you already got most of the answers required then peter shows up; drenched in sweat and blood at your window.

you heard the tapping from below and immediately sprint upstairs, knowing it is peter.

"hey, uh i'm sorry," he winces as he steps inside your bedroom.

"hey pete, it's fine," you say, trying to assure him. "come in, let me fix you up."

peter nods, letting you take care of him. "you sound tired," he points. "are you alright, love?"

"that question should be asked to you!" you reply. "okay, here, just sit in my bed, it's fine."

peter does as you say, "sorry about this," he waves his fingers at himself with a bitter laugh. "and also our lab work. sorry."

"it's fine," you say again as you wipe the blood off his face gently. "i've done the work, most of it. you can finish the rest."

"what?" peter asks wide eye. "i- i was supposed to do that with you!"

"pete, calm down. i will let you finish the rest here. you look terrible."

"huh," he breathes. "nothing too bad."

"are you sure you could still do the lab homework?" you say, worried.

"yes love i am capable," he puts on a convincing grin.

"okay..."

peter starts to do the work while you rub his back soothingly. "if you're tired, that's fine. take a nap in my room."

"no i'm not," peter scrunches his nose, eyes squeezing shut.

"okay..." you continue.

v. chocolate cups

that night, peter has asked you to go on a date. and you didn't have the heart to reject him in such state.

the way he smiles when you said yes can melt every butter in the world.

he planned to go to the new chocolate themed place. from the advertisements, it shows to be an ideal date place for a romantic relationship.

you waited there, on the front. waiting for him. you actually has hope this time of peter showing up.

the place was cute and warm. displaying an unreal scenery. you saw couples walking in and you smile at them discreetly. they looked incredibly happy and in love. you can't wait for peter to get here so you can have the same happiness as they do.

you stand there, in the middle of the porch. he is already thirty minutes late. you see pity looks sent to you by people around. but still had hope.

but as each second passes, your faith in him was fading. you didn't know if new york really hates you or it's just a coincidence that whenever you and peter were supposed to be on a date, the city will have something coming up.

you decide that your waiting was too long so you come home. it was humiliating to say the least. the way other people looks so happy while you were feeling crestfallen.

those pity looks didn't make anything better either.

although you understand peter, being spider-man is hard. you have to constantly push your personal life aside to save the whole city from dangers.

a part of you wishes he didn't push you aside like his other things.

vi. the one time

days after, when you are calmed down from that upsetting and humiliating day, peter told you about this dinner place that he was looking forward to trying.

he knows you love culinary and this was perfect for the both of you.

you agree to going there with him, making a promise to be there.

he promised whatever happens in the city, he's sure it's nothing the police can't control.

the day came and you we're fighting your own mind about going or not.

you believe in peter. he's your boyfriend. he does not break promises. but there's always something coming up in evenings like these.

there's always something avoiding you two to be together.

so with the conclusion, you stayed at home.

peter on the other hand was worrying on the table he rsvp-ed. not only you haven't arrived yet but also you weren't answering his calls.

the worst possible scenarios come to his head. clouding up his thought in a fog of bad dreams.

he does think that he deserves this. having the humiliating feeling of when your significant other didn't show up on a date, in a room full of tenths of people with their pitiful eyes.

he couldn't wait no more so he goes straight to your home, hoping that you were there.

it was raining heavily, his neat shirt that you had given was soaked. his hair is dirty with mud and dirt.

and you are. you were reading a book in the dim lit bedroom. he knocks on your window hastily, hoping that you can hear him outside in the rain.

"peter?" you spoke. making your way to your window, the sight that flashes before you was unexpected.

you didn't think peter would actually show up so saving your energy by staying at home and get 'sorry' messages were expected. but not this.

"peter what are you doing?"

"did you forgot?" peter asks sadly, shivering from the cold rain.

"about our dinner?"

"...yes."

"i just thought you wouldn't show up. and i don't want to be in a situation like our previous date plans," you admit, feeling guilty.

"we made a promise, didn't we?"

"yes, pete. i'm sorry. i'm just so tired of standing alone in a room. i'm not going to let that happen to me anymore. i thought something was going to come up because that's what happens in our date. every one of them."

"but we promised. you didn't trust me enough to keep my promise?" peter asks, heartbroken by the thought.

"no! that's not what i'm implying. you always put new york's happiness above mine and i just- i don't know. doesn't seem fair. new york has its own police, government, and what not but you are my boyfriend. my best friend. i miss being with you. like actually being with you."

"love, i didn't realise how much i've been pushing you aside for this city. and you're right. i am your boyfriend and i'm supposed to make you happy- not neglected. i'm sorry."

"yeah,"

"yeah, and from now on i will balance peter parker and spider-man. just call me if you need me, and i'll show you just how much i care about you. more than anything."

"even new york?"

"yes!" peter exclaims. "i guess we're even."

"no, you stood me up five times. and i only did it once!" you joke.

"well that's true," peter says bitterly.

"pete, i'm only joking. i'm happy you're here," you say.

"you told me you missed me. and i do too. so why don't we spend time together. like, right now?" peter suggests.

"yes we can."

"movies?"

"star wars marathon?"

"i'll get the snacks."

#tasm peter x reader #peter parker angst #peter parker and reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker fic #peter parker fluff #peter parker x you #spider man x you #spiderman x reader

[silvergyus]

can't stop thinking about a 69 with soobin pleaseee

mirrored ceiling

pairing: soobin x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend gets a reflective film put up over the skylight in his room. a handful of flirty texts later, and you're riding his face

warnings: oral (y/n & sb receiving), 69, reader sits on soobin's face, reader gags on soobin's dick once, a little bit of cum eating, hickeys (y/n receiving), flirty texts in the workplace, use of “baby” for soobin, use of "baby/ good girl" for y/n

word count: 3,400+

author's note: thank you so much ☁️ anon for the request!! this was the most difficult fic I've ever written lol. huge thank u to @nightlyawnzz and @https-yeonjun for being beta readers <3

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The reflective film was new.

Soobin said the company had put it up to help keep the heating bill down since it had been abnormally cold this winter. You had no doubt it also acted as a temporary security bonus, keeping any potential peeping toms from seeing down the skylight. Either way, the silvery film was thin enough to let light in during the day, and, as you'd come to find out, shiny enough to reflect as a near-perfect mirror when the bedroom lights were on at night.

This was going to be fun.

You couldn't spend every night with Soobin, unfortunately. Work had asked you to come in early to set up before a big client came in, so you were forced to sleep in your own bed for once. You sighed, missing your space heater of a boyfriend. Normally you'd be resting your head on his chest so his warmth and the rhythm of his heartbeat could lull you to sleep.

You rolled over again and again, trying to get comfortable without the familiar shape of Soobin laying beside you. Defeated, you stared up at the ceiling through the darkness. From the bedside table, you heard the staccato buzzing of your phone.

Thankful for a distraction, you eagerly grabbed the glowing screen.

New message: 🩷 Soobie 🩷

You tapped the notification, opening your messaging app to two messages.

Miss you

[picture]

A strangled noise escaped your phone as you stared at the flirty image your boyfriend had sent. The photo was him, reflected in the new silver coating, arm out to your side of the bed.

Not fair, you texted back, wanna be snuggled right there 😓 You were tired and you missed sleeping beside him.

Come over

You know I can't tonight baby :(, you typed back. I'll see you tomorrow

:(

I can't wait

goodnite baby

sleep good

You smiled at his messages. I will🩷

can't wait to see u

You fell asleep, tiredness finally overtaking you, putting a pause on your thoughts of Soobin's new mirrored ceiling.

----

All through the next day at work you were a wreck. Halfway through your morning your phone buzzed with Soobin’s reply to your goodmorning! text. He sent back a simple good morning and another picture of him reflected in the silvery cover.

His hair was messy from sleep, sleep shirt pulled in the night to expose his collarbone, the faded purple mark you left there just barely visible. There was a lazy grin on his face as he reached up as if to wave.

Your eyes were wide as you scanned the image, taking everything in. Oh, he was teasing you now. And to think you thought his picture last night was innocent, just showing off the new feature of his room, as if "miss you" wasn't his go-to message when he wanted you in his bed for more than just cuddles.

Your tired brain must've skipped over any flirty undertones and your sweet boyfriend let it go, knowing you were sleepy. But he knew you were up now, and coming over in ten hours. You thanked the universe you had put on cute panties this morning.

The rest of the work day was you managing to get everything right despite the burning need that had settled over your skin once the puzzle pieces clicked into place. Soobin's messages had only gotten bolder as he sent you pictures of him sweaty in the dance room mirrors. You didn't dare sneak away for a photo to send back, only replying quickly before you were running off to the next task of the day.

----

Finally, your long day ended and you were on your way to Soobin's dorm. You sent him a quick text to let him know your eta.

He had food from your favorite takeout place waiting for you when you walked in, all but collapsing in his warm embrace as he greeted you at the door. "Missed you," he whispered into your hair.

You playfully slapped his arm, releasing yourself from the hug. "It was like a day and a half you goofball."

----

A few hours later, after eating and playing video games together, the two of you were curled up in Soobin's bed. The dim glow of the bedside lamp and the screen of Soobin's phone were the only sources of light. Your head rested on his shoulder, left leg resting on top of his right thigh, your arm crossing his chest so you could gently play with the hem of his sleeve as the video played.

You shifted your position slightly and felt the thick muscle in Soobin's thigh against your clothed core as you moved. A nearly inaudible whimper escaped your lips as you felt him against you, the want from the morning never fully dissipating.

Soobin stilled beneath you at your noise. The video continued to play, his eyes still focused on the screen. You held your breath, waiting to see how he would react. He had been the one to get you in this mood, but nothing had been brought up since the afternoon and you weren't sure if he was still feeling it.

Until you felt him flex the muscle in his thigh so that he brushed against you there again, your sharp intake of breath telling him that his texts had worked on you.

He paused the video, setting his phone down on the nightstand. "You know I really missed you last night."

"Mmmhmm," you hummed, face heating up. "You texted me, remember?"

"I remember," he whispered. "Look up there." He gestured to the ceiling.

You looked up to face your reflection, you and Soobin curled up together on his big white bed. "Keep your eyes up there and let me make you feel good."

He kissed you, breaking your view, a long, languid kiss. His tongue teased at the seam of your lips before exploring your mouth. The heat between your legs grew as he repositioned himself so that he hovered over you, cradling you tenderly beneath him. Your hands found their way to his head, tangling in his hair, the image reflected back to you in the reflection above.

The kiss broke with you whining for more as he trailed hot kisses down your throat. His fingers found their way to the buttons on your sleep shirt, undoing each one as his mouth continued against your throat. Once the final button had been undone, Soobin’s warm hands slipped underneath the fabric, slipping around to hold you, pushing the fabric aside as he did. Now bare, your nipples stiffened against the cool air. Soobin pulled away to admire your bare chest, groaning lightly as he did. “So pretty,” he whispered, sucking your nipple into his mouth and releasing with a wet pop. “Missed these.” You smiled to yourself; oh your silly boy, couldn’t go forty-eight hours without your boobs in his mouth.

He continued worshiping your breast, slowly kneading the other in his big hand, pinching and pulling at the nipple his mouth wasn’t attached to before pulling off and switching so that each side had the same attention. Your quiet moans filled the space; your fingers lightly scratching his scalp and pulling his hair the way you know he liked it.

“Must’ve missed me a lot, huh, baby?”

Soobin pulled off your chest, leaving your tits wet and open to the cool air. He nuzzled his reply into the skin of your belly as he pressed kisses down your body. “You don’t even know.” He kissed below your right breast. “Kept looking up and seeing everything reflected back.” A kiss just above your navel. “Thought about how good it would look seeing you cumming for me like that.” His lips hovered above the waistband of your panties. “Got so hard thinking about it.” He pressed a hot kiss to the lacy edge of your panties, grinding his hips against the bed as he did.

“Soobin,” you whispered, your voice whiny and full of breathless need. “Need you.”

He grinned up at you from where he was positioned- his face hovering over your pussy. “Need you to keep your eyes up there for me, okay baby? Need you to watch yourself cum for me.” You groaned at his words, complying with his request as you watched in the mirrored film. You watched him as he tugged off your panties, discarding them onto the floor. You watched him as he parted your thighs, giving him access to your needy core. You watched him as his dark head dipped down, licking a hot stripe through your folds.

After that, it became hard to keep watching.

----

Soobin’s plush lips wrapped around your clit, sucking gently. His tongue peaked forward as he did, running against the bundle of nerves. He had barely started and already you were arching your back, eyes closing as the sensations built.

His tongue worked against you, swirling against your clit, dipping down to run through your folds, teasing at your entrance. His mouth a wet, hot heat against your wet, hot core. His hands splayed out across your hips, holding you down when you instinctively bucked your hips, chasing the feeling of his plush lips against you.

He pulled off of you. “Are you keeping your eyes on the mirror?” His words caused a heat to creep over your skin. He registered your bashful response for what it is. “Need you to keep your eyes open baby, want you to see how good I can make you feel. Can you do that for me?”

You nodded. “I can do it.”

“That’s a good girl.” He returned his attention to eating you out, tongue giving flat, broad strokes to your core, swirling around your aching clit. You moaned his name, fighting to keep your gaze trained on the image above you. You on your back, nearly completely nude, your boyfriend between your thighs, the marks he sucked onto your chest blooming purple and blue. A particularly strong suck to your clit made you buck your hips, the image of yourself so desperate drawing another moan from your lips. 

You were already close, watching as you came undone causing you to unravel even faster. You clenched around nothing, craving that one final push to send you over the edge. As if he could read your mind, Soobin’s tongue nudged your entrance, slipping just barely inside. The feeling of his muscle there caused you to cry out, your thighs clamping together. Soobin hummed against you, grinding against the mattress as your enthusiastic response spurred him on further. The vibrations against your core, along with the bump of his nose against your clit sent you careening, your orgasm falling on you like a ton of bricks.

You followed Soobin’s instructions, watching as you writhed against the sheets. Watching as you bucked your hips. Watching as your hands dug into Soobin’s hair, pushing his face against you, desperate for more.

You watched as you rode out your orgasm on your boyfriend’s face, listened as he moaned against your pussy, lapping up the flood of wetness that you produced.

You tugged at his hair gently, pulling him off as you shied away from oversensitivity. He grinned up at you lazily, a dopey smile plastered to his face as your juices coated his skin. “Did you watch?”

Your chest heaved as you came down from your high. “Yes baby, watched the whole thing.”

He crawled up the bed to kiss you, the taste of yourself heavy on his tongue as it danced with yours. “Was it hot?”

“This’ll be hotter,” you replied, pushing Soobin against the bed.

His eyes were wide, unsure of what you were about to do. You kissed him, hands finding the hem of his shirt. You tugged it up over his head before slipping the rest of your open shirt off your shoulders and pressing your bare chest to his. He shivered when your skin touched, growing increasingly aware of how angry his erection was in his boxers.

You palmed him through the thin material, continuing to kiss him, humming against his lips when he whined. “Hmm, lay down flat for me baby. Gonna make you feel good now.”

He complied, shuffling down the bed so he was flat on his back. Slowly, you pulled off his boxers, a wet stain of precum showing just how ready he was for you.

His free cock slapped against his tummy, beads of silver dripping onto his skin. You grabbed it at the base, locking eyes as you asked “Do you want to try something? Could be fun for you with the mirrored ceiling and all.”

He agreed, not quite sure what you had in mind as you climbed up so that you were sat on his chest. You quickly explained your plan, growing warm as Soobin held onto each word, growing more visibly excited as you spoke.

“Can you keep your eyes up there for me?”

Soobin shook his head, laughing at you making him play his own game. “I'll try my best, baby. Anything for you.”

You giggled, moving so that your hips were over his head, your face hovering over his flushed cock. “Let me know if it’s too much, okay?”

“I will. But it won’t be.”

You kept your hips hovering over his face for a few moments, despite his hands gripping into your thighs. You loved to hear the sounds he makes when you first take him into your mouth.

“Fuuuck,” he cursed out slowly as you licked at his leaky tip, “so good.”

Your tongue teased at his slit before you dragged it down, tracing the vein that ran across the underside. You placed slow kisses along his length, hand massaging his balls as you did. His heavy breaths were loud in the quiet of the room as he fought to keep his voice down, always a bit louder when he was in your mouth. 

Wanting to put on a show for him before you truly sat on his face, you angled his cock towards his hip so you could take him at an angle that would reflect more than just the back of your head. Your lips wrapped around his tip, suckling him into your mouth. His sharp intake of breath made you smile around him, just the corners of your mouth turning up. You slowly dragged your lips down his length, causing him to whine.

Before you could do anything more, he pulled your ass down so that his lips could attach themselves to your clit once again. The motion caused you to pull off Soobin’s cock, your balance wobbling. You tipped forward, moaning with your face pressed against his balls. His hips chased the vibrations and you felt him groan against your core.

Your thighs were still wet and sticky from Soobin’s earlier endeavors as they closed around his head, your hips rutting forward, needing more of him. You tried your best to focus on Soobin, on making him feel good. This was your idea but already you were lightheaded and distracted with your own pleasure.

You took him into your mouth again, feeling his weight heavy on your tongue. Relaxing your throat, you took him as far as you could go. He was big- fat tip nudging at your soft palate as you tried to focus on breathing through your nose. Meanwhile, Soobin’s tongue teased at your entrance, darting inside as your nose brushed against his pelvis. His teasing caused you to twitch forward, gagging yourself slightly on his cock. You pulled off, gasping, air flooding into your lungs as a thick mix of drool and precum fell from your lips.

Without your lips wrapped around him, Soobin was more precise in his actions, driving you closer to your second high. His hands squeezed your thighs as he licked broad stripes up the length of your folds, rough, desperate squeezes that would leave marks in the morning. His lips and tongue were wet and hot against your clit, the slippery friction making you release a string of needy whines.

You gripped onto Soobin’s cock, hand slowly pumping him as you tried not to get lost in your own pleasure. You brought your face down to lick across his length, your spit adding to the mess pooling at the base. You gathered it in your hand, coating his length with the wetness while licking the head. His hips stuttered in response. You took him into your throat again, bobbing your head on what you could comfortably take.

The room was filled with the slick sounds of your shared pleasure. Soobin groaned softly beneath you as he ate you out, taking pleasure in the taste of you and what small glimpses he could get of the two of you in his new reflective ceiling.

You continued to bob on his cock, alternating with slick jerks of your wrist when he became too much.

The pressure building in your core was becoming overwhelming. You rocked back, putting your weight onto your hands as you ground your hips down onto Soobin’s face. Your boyfriend grunted underneath you, his tongue moving faster against you, reading the cues of your body, wanting you to cum on his face. His hands moved up from where they were holding your thighs to squeeze hard on your ass. Broken whimpers fell from your lips as Soobin’s swollen lips slipped against your clit, the slick friction of his lips and tongue sucking and licking was about to send you over the edge.

“There, there, right there,” you moaned into the skin at his hip. Your hips were moving on their own as you chased your high, cumming hard on Soobin’s tongue. You cried out, hips stuttering away as you bucked overstimulation, but his big hands held you back, keeping you on his tongue as he led you through your second orgasm.

Head heavy with your high, you reached for Soobin’s cock again, not wanting to leave him without your touch. Catching your breath, you adjusted yourself so that you weren’t sitting directly on Soobin’s face anymore. He groaned at the sight of your swollen pussy dripping down onto him, wet with your combined fluids and flushed from his attention.

You hummed as you pulled him back into your mouth, sucking at the head of his cock, flushed red with want. Your hand jerked the base, your quick movements bringing him closer to his own orgasm. He moaned beneath you, his breath hot against your sensitive pussy. Your motions sped up as your tongue flicked at his slit, your hand jerking him in quick motions. His hips stuttered beneath you, bucking up into your grip, chasing his high. “That’s it baby, cum for me. Make a mess.” You said, pulling off him as your hand moved the slick of your spit and his precum down the length of his cock, movements getting even more slippery. “Look up in the mirror,” you commanded, craning your neck as you moved your hips so you could make eye contact with him in the silvery film above.

The moan he let out when your eyes met in the reflection was loud, drowning out the wet sounds beneath your face. “Gonna cum, gonna cum baby.”

You smiled, turning your face back to his cock. “Let go baby- cum for me.” He choked out a strangled whine as he came, spurting ropes of cum across his tummy and thighs. Your open mouth caught some too, the taste of salt bursting on your tongue as you caught what you could, knowing Soobin liked it when you tasted like him. Your hand slowed as you continued pumping him, milking his cock until he tapped your thighs, signaling you to climb off.

----

He pulled you to his chest, cuddling you in his arms as you both caught your breath. Soobin’s face was a mess of slick and spit, his hair mussed up, standing on all ends. He looked sleepy and content, fully sated. You kissed him, tasting each other in the kiss. “Was that everything you were thinking of when you texted me yesterday?”

He smiled, dopey grin lighting up his face, “maybe not everything.” He kissed your nose. “Honestly, I couldn’t see that good with you in the way,” he teased, placing a light slap to your ass. You smacked him playfully on the chest. His hand found yours, lacing your fingers together. “But we can try the rest later. The film’s gonna be up for a while.”

author’s note: this is a work of fiction not meant to accurately represent the idol. please do not repost.

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[ravixen]

hi hope ur doing well! i wanted to ask if you could write a reaction of when the boys forget about a date and leave you waiting for a while for them? i'd like the members to be joshua, mingyu, seungkwan, vernon, and dino if possible! thank u sm in advance!

svt + forgetting your date

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JOSHUA: you know that this guy never checks his messages, so whenever you need him for emergencies, you always call instead. that's why, when your signal is only strong enough for a flurry of texts, he doesn't see them until an hour later. your last message reads i'll just go home. confused, he scrolls up to find a bunch of emojis and ? are you standing me up lol and ...are you seriously standing me up, and it takes a second before he finally realizes what today is. fuck. fuck. he's the one who scheduled this date, going on a spiel about how you haven't seen each other in a while, so you went out of your way to free up your schedule. and now he looks like a grade-a asshole for forgetting. scratch that, he is a grade-a asshole. he makes a few stops around town to pick up your favorite things for a night in before going to your place. it won't make up for the missed date, that much is obvious from your unimpressed stare as you open the door, but he's going to try his best to earn your forgiveness. in fact, as soon as he sees you, he gets on his knees on your steps with a dramatic declaration of, "love, i'm so, so sorry," and you have to drag him to his feet, saying that he's embarrassing you in front of your neighbors. but hey, at least you cracked a smile.

MINGYU: when seungcheol asks if he wants to continue their biking excursion to hit up a cool restaurant, mingyu says yes, even though he feels like he should have declined for some reason. that feeling continues tickling the back of his mind, up until they pay for the meal and cheol asks if they should get dessert. that's when you text him, informing your boyfriend that there's about ten minutes of trailers if he's running late, and his heart drops. he completely forgot about your movie date today. he tells you to go in first. i'll be there later, he types, i have my ticket on my phone. then he tells seungcheol what happened, and seungcheol asks how the hell he'll make it in time when they still have to bike back to their car. spoiler alert: he doesn't. by the time he makes it to the theater and pathetically slinks into his seat next to you, the movie is already in its final arc, and you're aggressively eating your snacks, ignoring his presence. he trails after you once the movie ends, waiting for your verdict and hoping that you'll take pity on his bedraggled state. you pause by your car and sigh. "well, c'mon," you say, opening the trunk for his bike rack. "i'm not so angry that i'll make you cycle all the way home." he decides during that tense car ride that he'll make the best dinner of his life tonight.

SEUNGKWAN: it's late, and you're still not home. after a while of worrying by himself, he calls and asks where you are. he almost thinks that the call dropped because you're silent for a full minute before asking him, incredulously, if he's serious. of course he's serious. he just finished an episode of a new drama, and he never makes it through one. "i've been waiting at the restaurant for the past twenty minutes," you say slowly. "and you're chilling in the living room?" no way. isn't that tomorrow? he flicks open his calendar and gasps when he realizes his mistake. "wait there for a bit, okay? i'm on my way," he says, scrambling to his feet, but you quickly stop him with a scoff. "you still need to get dressed and then get all the way here. they can't wait that long. i'll just leave." he feels awful. he slaps himself on the cheeks to get sense back into him. seungkwan, he scolds himself mentally. how could you do this? how could he forget this date? and it's not like you didn't try to reach him—he sees all the texts and phone calls now, blocked by the do not disturb that he forgot to turn off. "will they let you in by yourself? why don't you eat whatever you want and charge it to my card, hm? i'm so sorry."

VERNON: he doesn't know what he did wrong, but apparently he did something because you just went radio silent yesterday afternoon, even though you're still posting on your story. when he wakes up in the morning, he sees that even his good night texts are ignored. he sends you a good morning text anyway and asks how you slept, asks what your plans are for the day. by the time he gets to work, there's still no reply. "hey!" seungkwan yells out, rushing to his side. vernon automatically reaches for the coffee that he knows is around somewhere—seungkwan is nothing but predictable—and hums when he finds it. "so what'd you end up getting y/n yesterday? i thought you'd ask me for gift ideas, but since you were so secretive this year, i figured it was big." vernon blinks at him. "what was yesterday?" seungkwan blinks back. "you're kidding...their birthday dinner? you wanted to celebrate a week early? hello?" he snatches back his coffee. "you're the one who insisted on it. did you forget?" seungkwan's withering look bounces off the absolute dread that vernon feels. no wonder you were ignoring him. he pushes past seungkwan, already pulling out his phone. "i need to make a call really quick. can you tell the others i'll be late?"

CHAN: this is the lamest excuse in the book, but his phone died, and while he could've borrowed a charger...what was the point? if there was an emergency, people knew to call the other members. that's why he doesn't bother plugging it in until after practice, and when it finally charges up, the belated alert for your date appears, and he swears loud enough for the others to send him a look. "sorry!" he says, throwing all of his things into his bag. "you guys eat without me. i have somewhere to be!" he flies down the stairs and books it out of the building. something about his expression makes everyone jump out of his way, wondering what the heck has him so harried. somehow, he makes it to the place in record time and scans the crowd for your face, lighting up when he sees you under an awning. then his smile falls when he sees your expression. he feels so, so bad for leaving you waiting out here. he shrugs off his jacket and puts it around your shoulders, ignoring the fact that you don't look happy to see him. "why don't we get something warm to drink?" he murmurs, clasping your cold hands. at least he didn't miss the main event—if he missed that, he doesn't know if you'll forgive him.

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[sirfrogsworth]

My dad passed away a few hours after I left the hospital.

I really didn't want him to be alone when it happened. I figured we had at least another week before the toxins built up in his system. But he had congestive heart failure along with renal failure and I think he would have passed tonight whether he stopped dialysis or not. I'm so glad we didn't attempt that amputation. He would have gone through that and died a few days later regardless.

When I left he was in a very deep sleep. So at least I was there for his last moments of consciousness. The last thing he saw was a loved one. I still wish I had stayed tonight. They even asked me if I'd like to spend the night and I had this feeling like maybe I should. But my back was on fire and I was very sleepy. And I wanted to make sure I was able to meet his visitors in the morning. So I went home to get some rest.

I know people will comfort me and say it's okay, but my mom died all alone in the ICU. She couldn't even have visitors. And I just didn't want that for my dad. I wanted to be by his side holding his hand.

In any case, they called around 12:40 am. I barely held it together until I hung up the phone. I called my brother to let him know. Then I woke up Katrina to hear a comforting voice to calm me down. I wish she could have hugged me, but the power of her hugging spirit is so profound you can almost feel it through the phone.

I let her get back to sleep and I went back to the hospital at about 1 am. I had to enter through the ER and an armed security guard escorted me to the elevators. I went up to the 4th floor to the hospice suite (aka a regular hospital room with string lights). I met with my dad's night nurse--a lovely Haitian gentleman named Kennedy.

He escorted me into my father's room. He had prepared it to try and make me more comfortable. He made sure the room had enough light, but not overwhelmingly so. The room was spotless so I guess they must have cleaned it. They packed up my father's belongings and placed them in the corner. Kennedy had the TV set to some sort of relaxation channel. It had images of beaches, mellow music, and sounds of the ocean. Though it made it hard to hear him and I wish he had just left the TV off. Ocean sounds were not going to make seeing my dad any more pleasant. But I guess I appreciate the effort.

My dad was still in his hospital bed. They adjusted it to be perfectly flat and they covered him with the soft, fuzzy microfiber blanket I brought to help my dad be more comfortable. Hospital blankets were scratchy to his sensitive skin. His eyes were closed but his mouth was wide open. I'm wondering if they were unable to close it. My eyes kept playing tricks on me because I kept thinking I saw his chest rise and fall. Maybe my brain just wanted to believe he was just sleeping.

The nurse had me sign a document and gave me some privacy to say goodbye. Once he left I quickly turned off those damn ocean sounds. They were really distracting.

I don't really believe you can talk to the dead. So I just grabbed his belongings, pulled his fuzzy blanket off and left the room.

I guess next up is the service. I am going to try to write a eulogy tomorrow. Hopefully I can find the words to honor my dad's life.

Thank you all for helping support me through this. All of your messages and thoughts really did help make this more tolerable. And thank you for putting up with all of my bored hospital thoughts.

I guess I am going to try and get a few more hours of sleep before I start calling people in the morning. I'll have to let my dad's friends know they can't visit him.

Goodnight everyone.

[runnning-outof-time]

Mutually Invested | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by @sunsetbeachesandwriting … and @peakyswritings — who asked for the same prompt

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tommy finds out something he did not know about (Y/N) (Y/L/N) after it comes down to a life or death situation. Both realize that sometimes it's best to choose your investments wisely.

Warnings: language, smoking, allusions to/implications of sexual situations, use of a derogatory word, mention of weapons

Word Count: 3557

A/N: I know I say it almost every time, but this was such a fun one to plot out and write. I’m pretty proud of what I did with this storyline…I hope you’ll find it interesting and that it makes sense to you. As always…the italicized lines are from the show. Enjoy! :)

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"Smoke?" Tommy asked as he sat up slightly in the bed, clearing his throat as he reached over to the side table so that he could grab his pack of cigarettes.

"Yes, please," (Y/N) responded as she moved over to his side, draping her right arm over his bare chest as he went about lighting the first cigarette. She laid in this position until he handed her the cigarette he'd lit for her, making sure to sit up as she took it between her fingers. That sat in silence as they smoked, a few moments passing before she spoke up again: "are you all squared away for tomorrow?"

"I am," Tommy's answer was definitive and spoken with confidence.

"All of the actors are in place and understand what they need to do?" she asked another question, turning her head to look at him after she finished speaking.

"Yes," he gave another short answer.

"Man of few words tonight, aren't you?" she called him out on his curt responses, a grin forming on her face as she reached over him to stamp out the cigarette in the ashtray sitting on the bedside table. She held her grin as she slid down in the bed so that she could rest her chin against his pectoral and still be able to look up at him. Tommy only hummed as he looked down at her, the slightest of smiles playing on his lips.

Silence fell in the room again after (Y/N) was finished speaking. She focused her attention on the skin of his chest then, running her hand over top of it absentmindedly as she enjoyed the warmth radiating off of his body.

Tommy waited until he finished his cigarette to speak again: "you're still planning on coming with me, right?" he asked her, his question making her look up at him again as the movements of her hands halted at the sound of his voice.

"Of course I am," she answered him, a slight smile present, "I wouldn't miss it for anything," she assured him as she moved up his body again so that her face would be closer to his. "I'll take any chance I get to dress up and be on Tommy Shelby's arm," she told him then, her voice now lower than it was before.

His eyes flitted down to her lips, watching her speak before they found her gaze again. He pressed his lips together then, and (Y/N) was able to feel his 'signature Tommy Shelby pout' against her own lips. "Good," he husked before his lips matched hers in a haste.

Sure, there was a lot riding on the events that would occur at the Epsom derby tomorrow. But tonight, in this moment, those events were the furthest thing from Tommy's mind.

"Shouldn't we...be making sure that...everything is squared away for tomorrow?" (Y/N) asked, getting her words out in between the kisses he was giving her as he rolled them so that he was now leaning over top of her.

"Let that be tomorrow's problem," he mumbled against the skin of her neck before he began leaving kisses there. Kisses that made (Y/N)'s jaw fall slack and her mind reel. Maybe they'd just have to be tomorrow's problems.

——

(Y/N) looked around the busy hall with frantic eyes, trying to pick the Birmingham gangster that she'd arrived with out of the crowds. He told her he'd meet her at the doors to the dining room at a time that had passed at least fifteen minutes ago. Her worries were starting to build by the second. She thought she heard gunshots ring out, but she couldn't be too sure, and now she feared that maybe his plan hadn't gone how they'd both hoped.

A familiar figure that was walking towards her a few minutes later made her release the breath she'd been holding. "What held you up? You're late," she said in a hushed voice once he stopped in front of her, not wanting to air their business out to the entire room.

Tommy took a steadying breath before he spoke, trying to make it seem like he hadn't just rushed his way up to her. "It's nothing. Everything went according to plan," he assured her with a slight nod of his head, his hands sliding into his pockets then.

"You're bleeding, Tommy," she pointed out once she noticed the streak of red that was just off of his right browline.

"I'm fine," he brushed her off, pulling his peaked cap out of his jacket's pocket so that he could put it on, effectively covering the blood in doing so. "Let's go in, yeah?" he then suggested, nodding his head to the doors of the dining area.

"Ok," (Y/N) nodded, doing what he said and dropping the question about his apparent injury as she fell in by his side. Tommy glanced over at her and slipped his hand around her waist, making sure to pull her closer to him as he led her inside the banquet hall-like room.

"We'll sit here," he said, nodding to one of the waiters, who then followed the couple to the open table. The man then suggested some drinks, but Tommy shooed him away, taking out his packet of cigarettes instead. He offered one to (Y/N), who accepted, and made sure to light hers before he lit his own.

He then kept his head down and took a few more steadying breaths so that he could come off as composed in the conversation that was about to happen. (Y/N) kept her eyes focused on the door that the man they'd be meeting with would surely come through in any second. They only had to wait a few moments before that happened.

"Mr. Sabini!" Tommy called when he noticed the Italian man and the man he often traveled with enter the room, "you're late. Have a seat," his words were bordering on cocky, like he knew he already had the upper hand in the conversation simply because he'd arrived first. "What happened to your nose?" he then questioned the man with Sabini as the two men sat down across from him and (Y/N).

"You ought to have that brother of yours put down," the man stated, scorn in his voice.

"I tried that, he bit the vet," Tommy remarked dryly, shaking his head in a way that showed he was dismissing the other man's statement.

"Why have you brought her with you?" Sabini questioned, eyeing up (Y/N) as he spoke.

"She's got an important role in the business I'm carrying out with you," Tommy answered, his eyes still zeroed in on the man sitting across from him.

"You've decided to make her part of your deal?" Sabini suggested a reason, his eyebrows raised as a look of intrigue formed on his face. (Y/N) felt her throat dry up at the mention of this possibility, but she knew Tommy wouldn't let it fly.

"No," Tommy shook his head, "I protect my investments," he said to the other man, his voice flat to show that he wasn't interested in the route that Sabini was trying to take.

Sabini laughed at Tommy's statement, his smirk still present. "And what could you have invested in this fuckin' whore, hmm?" he questioned in a snide tone. He laughed again, more to himself this time, before continuing, "well, aside from what every other man she's been with has." The dig made both Tommy and (Y/N)'s blood start to boil as Sabini's grin widened.

Tommy took hold of (Y/N)'s hand that was slowly bringing her dress up her leg so that she could have access to the blade that was strapped to her thigh. He knew what she was itching to do, and although he wanted to see what would happen, he couldn't let her. Sabini would get what was coming for him in due time. They needed to remember the long game.

"How'd you pay out today, Sabini, eh?" Tommy deflected the conversation, hoping to shift the tides again to what he'd planned on discussing. He kept his hand clamped around (Y/N)'s under the table, hoping she'd get the message to stand down.

"I've told the coppers about you...they'll come to get you, and her, before the King comes up here," Sabini deflected Tommy's statement, showing that he wasn't going to get sucked into his game.

"From what I saw, the police are a bit busy right now," Tommy countered, bringing the cigarette he was smoking up to his lips to take a drag. Sabini then leaned over to his counterpart, mumbling something about the coppers that he'd apparently talked to being late. (Y/N) couldn't quite make the comment out, but Tommy heard him loud and clear, "like I told you, they're a bit busy," he broke into the other men's conversation, leaning over to tap some of the cigarette's ash off into the tray, "same as my boys," he added cooly as he sat back again.

"What the fuck does that mean?" the other man questioned.

"What does that mean?" Tommy repeated the statement, sucking in a breath before continuing, "my boys are on the track, and they're having a little bonfire...gaming licenses, you know," a smirk formed on his face, and (Y/N) had to contain hers as she watched realization flood Sabini's features.

"Fuck," the Italian hissed, hanging his head.

Tommy continued to let him have it, "you place too much reliance on the police for your security, Mr. Sabini. That was a mistake," he called out the other man's faults, his voice low but taunting. Sabini stood up then, his hand going for the holster that was under his jacket. "No, no," Tommy noticed the move right away, "think about who you are...think about where you are. If you pull a weapon, you are the king's assassin. Now, sit down. Stay calm," he talked him through what would happen if he brandished a weapon at that moment.

The smirk started to break through on (Y/N)'s face as she heard what Tommy had to say. She knew something that no one else in this room did, and the fact that Tommy was throwing that title onto others, when he very much was the King's assassin, was amusing to her.

Silence hung in the air until Sabini slowly sat down in his seat again. "Good," Tommy gave false praise, tapping his cigarette again before he continued to let the other man have it, "now your next mistake, Mr. Sabini, was breaking your promise with Alfie Solomons..." he paused, watching closely for how the man sitting across from him would react to his statement, "you promised Alfie that his bookies could come to Epsom. He was very hurt when you said no. He was very hurt. That's why me and Alfie are back in business," he ended this statement with another grin, finally letting go of (Y/N)'s hand so that he could hold both of his hands out to the sides in a careless gesture.

Sabini just nodded as this information sank into his brain. (Y/N) found that to be the perfect time to inform him of what else would be happening. "It's also why Mr. Solomons and I have entered a deal...to take control of all of the London clubs you own," she told him, gaining his attention. She watched his jaw fall slightly slack, and the sight of that made her grin grow. "I look forward to telling you what to do, Mr. Sabini, as that is where you will be left once we are finished with you," she said to him, rubbing salt in the wound as she felt the confidence exuding out of her.

Once again, Sabini and his man said nothing. Instead he dropped his gaze and stood from the chair. He, slowly, turned away from the table and stood for a moment before he grabbed a bottle of wine and shattered it. Tommy was quick to move (Y/N) behind him at the sound, and he managed to push the table out of the way as Sabini turned to face him again, the new weapon present in his hand. Three officers quickly entered the room at the sound of the commotion, making their way straight over to where it all happened.

"It's alright, it's alright, officers," he started, holding his hands out in front of him as he spoke, "he's just a bad loser," he then added a jab as he motioned towards the man who had lost his cool moments ago.

The coppers didn't care to hear Tommy's speech, and as soon as he finished speaking, they went and grabbed him. (Y/N) took a few steps back and watched, frozen in her spot as he tried to fight against their grip. What was there that she could do?...Nothing. The three men proved themselves more powerful than Tommy, and quickly managed to be able to drag him to the door they entered through. (Y/N) didn't stick around to see what happened next. She turned and started walking to the opposite door as Sabini started yelling about Tommy losing.

——

Tommy felt himself hit the dirt, and for a split second he thought he was dead, but then he opened his eyes and saw one of the three men who'd brought him to this undisclosed location standing over him with his revolver still brandished. He held his hands up as he blinked a few times, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.

"At some point in the near future, Mr. Churchill will want to speak to you in person, Mr. Shelby," the man informed him as he continued blinking and panting. How had he managed to live through this? "He has a job for you. We will be in touch," he continued before telling Tommy to get out of the grave and be on his way.

Tommy said nothing, instead clamboring out of the grave at the unnamed man's orders, still slightly shocked by what was happening. He then began walking across the field, biting on his cheek to contain the tears that were threatening to fall. He didn't even know why he was on the verge of crying, but he couldn't stop his eyes from stinging. He tripped in one of the field's rows several steps away from where he started, and the fall made the levee break. He yelled out, shouting as loud as he could as he grabbed the soil in his hands. But he knew he needed to get up; to get up and keep moving forward. So he did just that.

A vehicle came into view after he'd been walking across the field for some time. It sat at the edge of it, on the road that led out of this unknown place. As he neared it, he was able to see a familiar figure leaning up against the front of the car.

"Smoke?" (Y/N) asked as Tommy came within several steps of her. She took the cigarette from between her lips and held it out to him. Wordlessly, Tommy accepted the cigarette, bringing it to his lips and taking a long drag as he looked back at the field he'd just traveled across.

"Strange seeing you here," he spoke after taking a few drags. His nerves were finally settled enough that he was able to form thoughts and complete sentences again.

"Had to make sure my man followed through with the plan," she answered, motioning her hand to the field.

"Your man?" Tommy quirked an eyebrow, another wave of confusion promptly washing over him.

"Yes," (Y/N) nodded, crossing her arms over her chest, "the moment I found out that Campbell had plans to deal with you once you'd done his bidding, I knew I had to get a man in on what he'd been scheming," she explained to him, pursing her lips as she looked to the field again, "pity those two had to lose their life over it...'m sure they were good men," she added in a remorseless tone, making it evident that she didn't quite care about the two Ulster Volunteers that had been sent out on this mission.

"So this was the plan all along?" he asked another question, still trying to wrap his head around it.

"Yeah," she nodded definitively.

Tommy dropped his gaze to the ground upon hearing her response. He took a drag from the cigarette before looking up; squinting as he gazed out at the field once more. "Shame..." he trailed off, shaking his head the slightest bit, "thought I was going to be killed."

"No," (Y/N) was quick with a reply, and it made him look in her direction, "I protect my investments," she told him, reusing the statement that he'd said in regards to her earlier. Tommy exhaled a breath of a laugh as he heard her say it, and she couldn't stop the smirk from tugging her lips upwards. They looked at each other for a few beats before she pushed herself off of the car's hood. "Get in the car, Tommy," she said to him as she moved to one of the rear doors. She opened it and entered, leaving it open for Tommy to follow. He did seconds later.

—

Nothing was said during the car ride. The driver brought them directly to the home that his sister, Ada, resided in, which was also where he stayed during his visits to London...when he wasn't at (Y/N)'s that is. Tommy exited the car and wasn't surprised when (Y/N) slid out behind him.

He walked up to the door but stopped before opening it. "You work for Churchill?" he asked her the question that had been burning in his brain since they'd gotten into the car.

"I do," her answer was simple and to the point, and she kept her eyes fixed on Tommy's as she said it. "He sees something in you, Tommy. That's why he's keeping you around," she added, her words making him let out a wry laugh.

He thought about getting into his thoughts about Churchill for a moment before deciding against it. There were more pressing matters to talk about. "So that deal with Alfie...taking Sabini's clubs from him, that was all a farce?" he couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows as he asked her this. For once he was having trouble making sense of the situation at hand.

"Not all of it, no," she shook her head before continuing, "Sabini's been on the radar. Gaining control of his clubs will no doubt aid us through providing a better understanding of how he operates."

Tommy nodded, understanding the angle she took. "And this?" he asked then, motioning between the two of them.

"This was solely for my personal gain," she told him, a grin forming on her lips as she spoke. "I had no intentions in the beginning, but what can I say...? I became invested in more ways than one," she admitted without an ounce of shame present in her voice.

Tommy parted his lips as he took in her statements, breaking their eye contact as he tried to think of what he'd say next. The slightest of grins formed on his face before he spoke again: "and how am I to know that what you're saying is true?" His question had a tone present in it that was indecipherable to (Y/N). She couldn't lie that his words, and how he said them, ignited something inside of her.

She took one step closer to him before answering. "I could tell you; go on about how I got my job with the government, or..." she trailed off, her grin growing as she took one more step so that she was now standing toe to toe with him, "I could show you; do what I need to to make sure you know that I'm truly on your side and did what I had to today in order to reflect the best interest of us both," this part of her response was uttered in a lower voice, one that Tommy had previously only associated with things that happened behind closed doors with her.

"Best interest of us both, eh?" he remarked, a grin ghosting on his lips as his eyes flitted down to hers.

"I'd like to think that it would be...since we're mutually invested in each other," she spoke through her grin before glancing down at his attire, "maybe we should get you changed, Mr. Shelby?" she suggested, "wouldn't want you to dirty your sister's home," she added a quip, her eyebrows raised as her eyes lit up with that suggestive glint that was so familiar to him.

"I don't think my attire matters for what you've in mind, but I appreciate the emphasis on the subject," he told her, their faces impossibly close to each other. He held his position as she held her gaze on him, and he waited a moment or two longer before breaking apart for just enough time so that he could manage to unlock the door and usher her inside.

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[minisugakoobies]

Sunny! I’d like to request #5 on the dirty texts with anyone - smutty dealers choice!

Ooooh, dealers choice?? Hmmm… I gotta go Yoongi on this one, I have not (and will never) recovered from the D Day tour. 😵‍💫

This was supposed to be a drabble but it's well over 1k so… sorry about that!! 💕

Title: Out of the Bag Now Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: friends to lovers?, a bit cracky, smut, Coworkers!AU Rating: M(18+) Warnings: accidentally dirty texts, misunderstandings, mutual pining, masturbation (m), almost turns into phone sex, reader is flustered af (in the best way!), ends on a cute note, prompt is highlighted in bold

You: Okay, so we have everything ready for the presentation tomorrow?

Yoongi: Yeah, we're good to go

Yoongi: Nothing to worry about, so try to get a good night's sleep

Yoongi: I know you didn't sleep before March's shareholder meeting

Glancing at the last text message, you sigh wistfully.

For over a year now, you've been madly in love with your coworker, Min Yoongi. Ok, love might be stretching it a bit. You're wildly in lust with the man.

He's everything you've ever wanted in a partner - cool, calm, collected, clever as fuck with an acerbic wit that always makes you laugh (while praying that you'll never been on the receiving end of its sharp sting). Plus, he's absolutely gorgeous, the kind of guy that people would use an example of "have you ever seen a man so beautiful you cried?"

Or maybe that's just you.

But he is strikingly handsome, and makes your knees go weak when he favors you with one of his rare smiles. They usually come out when he's being sweet to you. Like when he's making sure you're getting enough sleep.

So yeah, you're head over heels for him. If only you had the guts to do anything about it.

You: I'll try

You: But you too! No late night movie marathons again, Yoongi

You: Boss's orders

That's just a dumb joke between the two of you. You're colleagues, on the same level, but Yoongi had insisted that you take the lead on this project, since you had more familiarity with the product than he did. Another check in the "pros" column - he's a man who supports his other colleagues and isn't afraid to take orders.

Yoongi: Yes boss

Yoongi: You can't see it but I'm saluting you right now

He sends a few emojis through and you giggle. For the last few weeks, the two of you have been texting back and forth after hours. It's mostly shop talk, but lately the conversations have dragged on and on, drifting into the late night hours. As this one has. You've already finished your nightly skincare and have moved on to your dental routine.

Yoongi: Seriously though, try not to stress about tomorrow

You: Honestly, I'm not! I'm feeling pretty confident about this

Yoongi: Good. Then you can just relax tonight

You: That's the plan

You balance your phone in one hand while using your electric toothbrush with the other. Yoongi cracks a joke, and your response is a little mangled by your sole thumb's lack of dexterity.

You: Sorry abour any typos

You: I'm like typing with one hand

Three grey dots dance across your screen for a few seconds.

Yoongi: Oh shit, you're REALLY relaxing. I didn't realize it was that type of conversation

You spit into the sink, brow furrowing as you reread his message. What does he mean by that?

Then you scroll up and nearly scream. "I'm like typing with one hand"?? Oh my god, why the fuck did you say that to him? He doesn't know that you meant you were brushing your teeth!

Frantically, you start typing out a response, erasing and starting over a few times, trying to figure out the best way to say "hey no I'm a dumbass who was just brushing my teeth and not touching myself to you" even though the fact is that you have touched yourself while thinking about him, several times actually, but that's neither here or there -

and then a new message appears.

Yoongi: Hold on, let me catch up

Excuse me??

Your phone buzzes with an incoming call and you nearly throw it into the sink in shock when you see that it's Yoongi calling. It takes a few seconds for the command to answer the call to get from your brain to your finger.

"Yoongi?"

A happy sigh greets you. "Fuck, that's better. Wanted to hear your voice."

The floor seems like the safest place to be right now, so you collapse onto it, leaning back against the cabinets under the sink.

"You did?"

"Oh yeah. You've got such a pretty voice, YN. Bet it sounds even sweeter when you're coming," Yoongi rumbles, that's the only word for it, he rumbles in that deep-ass voice of his, and you slide until you're just lying on your back, staring up at the bathroom ceiling, waiting for death to claim you, because how the fuck are you supposed to go on living after this?

"I - um - thank you?"

Yoongi laughs, but there's a slight hiccup in it, and it dawns on you what he's doing right now while he's talking to you. He's catching up. Images flood your brain - Yoongi lying on a couch, or maybe on a bed, hand tucked into his pants, fingers wrapped around a hard cock - and you choke on your own saliva.

"You ok?"

"Yeah! Yes. I'm fine, thank you."

He chuckles again, and it's physically impossible but you swear you can feel the vibrations through the phone. "You sure? You sound a little flustered."

"Oh, I'm sorry." What the fuck are you supposed to be saying to him right now? You're pretty sure it's not apologizing, but that's what you do anyway.

"Don't be. It's really cute."

Well thank fuck for that.

"Yoongi," you steady yourself with a deep breath, "what I said earlier… I didn't mean I was touching myself."

Silence. A lot of silence. It's a relief when he speaks again, but it fades quickly as you catch the disappointment in his voice.

"Oh shit, really? I - fuck." Now who's flustered? "What - what were you doing?"

"Brushing my teeth."

"Oh. Huh." He sighs, sounding deflated. "Guess I just jumped to a conclusion that I… wanted."

"Oh," you echo. "That's…" Incredible? Unbelievable? The best thing you've heard since you were born?

"Listen, YN, I'm so sorry. This whole thing was just - fuck, just really inappropriate, and if I've made you feel uncomfortable, I'm truly sor-"

Sitting up, you wave your arm to stop him. As if he can see you right now. "No, no! Yoongi. Wait. It's not like that. I wasn't doing anything right now but… but I have."

More silence. You bite your lip as you wait for him to catch up, for real this time.

"You mean…"

"I mean, I've t-touched myself while thinking about you. Before." Clearing your throat, you cover your eyes with your free hand, hiding your face from an invisible audience. Somehow, it emboldens you to keep talking. "A lot, actually."

He exhales shakily. "Really?"

"Yeah. Yeah, really." Uncovering your face, you stand, propping yourself up against the counter as you stare at yourself in the mirror. Is that really you having this discussion right now? You start to laugh.

"I don't think I'm getting the joke," Yoongi says slowly.

"Holy shit, this is just so surreal, Yoongi," you inform him. "I never in a million years thought I'd be admitting that I - Jesus, that I masturbate to thoughts of you! Not over the phone like this. Maybe after like-"

"A date?"

You huff out another laugh. "After a dozen, maybe. This is… I'm extremely out of my depth here."

"Well, if it makes you feel better, I think you're doing a great job." He's laughing now, too, and it makes you grin so wide your cheeks actually hurt. "How about this - you let me take you on a date tomorrow night, to celebrate our successful presentation, and maybe by the end of the night, we'll know where we stand on the timeline for surprising confessions?"

"Okay. Yeah. Yes." You close your mouth to prevent yourself from continuously accepting his offer.

"Great. Then… I'll see you tomorrow." His voice drops to a soft whisper. "Sweet dreams, YN."

"Good night, Yoongi."

Okay, so you may have lied to him. Because there's no way you're getting any sleep tonight.

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Breakfast

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

fluff:)

Natasha couldn't help but smile as she sat on the bed, watching her girlfriend, y/n, laughter bubbling forth as Natasha tried to unravel the buttons and clasps on Y/n's blouse.

"Hey! Stop that!" y/n exclaimed, her laughter still present in her voice. She grabbed Natasha's hands to stop her, pushing her away with a playful shove.

Natasha pouted, dejectedly. "But why! I just wanted to see what was under there."

"Yeah, but I have to go to work," y/n replied, leaning in for a kiss. When they separated, Natasha's expression softened slightly.

"I guess I'll have to wait until you come home then, huh?"

Y/n chuckled, her green eyes twinkling. "I'm sorry, love. But that does give you something to look forward to, yes?"

Natasha smiled, reluctantly. "Yeah, I guess," she said with a huff.

Y/N kissed her again, this time more gently. When they broke apart, y/n smiled and pressed a final kiss against Natasha's forehead.

"I love you," y/n said quietly, before turning to leave Natasha's bedroom. Natasha watched her go, annoyed that y/n had to go but also excited for what was to come later. She sent y/n off with a cute little wave and a whisper of "I love you too".

After y/n left, Natasha remained in her room for a few more minutes, time passing in silence as she processed her thoughts. Eventually, she got up and dragged herself towards the bathroom. It didn't take her long to get ready, and soon Natasha was driving to the compound.

When she arrived, Nick Fury was already there as expected, making Natasha roll her eyes though she couldn't hide the uneasiness she always felt when near him. She smiled and gritted her teeth, bracing herself for the task ahead.

Natasha took a deep breath and stepped forward. She was ready. Or at least that's what she told herself.

"What's the mission, Agent Fury?" Natasha asked, trying to sound as professional and collected as possible, though she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

Fury looked over at Natasha and held her gaze. "You, Rogers, and Barton are going to investigate a possible breach in security," Fury said simply.

At that, Natasha and Steve exchanged a glance briefly, both of them aware of what was really going on.

"Barton and I will handle the investigation, while you take on the ground support," Fury continued.

"Understood," Natasha replied, nodding her head slightly.

Clint let out a low whistle and stood up. "Well, you heard him. Let's get movin'."

Natasha gave a faint smile, and followed Clint and Steve out the door.

The mission went as expected. It was tedious and dangerous, yet the three of them managed to finish it without any catastrophic incidents.

But when they reported back to Fury, he had only complaints and nagging orders of what more needed to be done. Exhaustion slowly began settling in as they argued, though Natasha did her best to remain on top of the alternating emotions going through her.

Finally, Fury dismissed them, allowing Natasha to head home. Normally, the sight of her home would bring some joy, but all Natasha could bring herself to feel was exhaustion and annoyance.

She opened the door and looked around, expecting to see her girlfriend, as always. But to her surprise, the apartment was as empty and quiet as it had been when she left, except for two clues that y/N wasn't home.

The first, of course, was the empty bedroom. But the second, a simple text message, made Natasha's already sour mood even worse.

"I'm sorry, love. I had to stay at my place tonight. My roommate needed me. I'll see you tomorrow."

Natasha cursed softly under her breath and tossed the phone onto the couch, before collapsing onto the bed.

She was already under stress from the day, and her girlfriend wasn't here to help her unwind. So Natasha lay there, stewing in her anger and stress, until eventually her exhaustion and emotions won out and she passed into a much needed sleep.

The next morning, Natasha woke to an empty bed once more, an annoying reminder of her girlfriend's absence. She grumbled to herself angrily for a bit, before finally getting up and out of bed.

Instead of heading to work, Natasha decided to do something nice. She drove to a small cafe near y/n's apartment and got breakfast and coffee for the two of them. Not caring about y/n's roommate at all.

Arriving at y/n's place, she waited a few minutes before the roommate, Sara, opened the door eyeing Natasha arrogantly. Natasha rolled her eyes and pushed her way into the apartment, not bothering to mince words with the clearly nosy girl. She made her way to y/n's bedroom and smiled lovingly at her girlfriend, still sleeping deep in her bed.

Natasha placed the breakfast on the desk, before finally sitting on the corner of the bed. She reached out and brushed y/n's hair away from her face, a small smile gracing her lips.

"Wake up, detka," Natasha said, her voice overflowing with affection. "I brought breakfast for us."

Y/n stirred slightly, before opening her eyes and smiling dreamily at Natasha.

"Good morning, beautiful," y/n said softly, pulling Natasha in for a kiss.

"Good morning," Natasha replied after they pulled away, her smile growing larger. "How'd you sleep младенец?"

Y/n shrugged, before taking the cup of coffee Natasha had brought and taking a sip. "Fine, I suppose," she said, before gesturing to the food on the desk. "What did you get for us?"

Natasha grinned. "Surprise," she said, her voice light and airy. "Now eat up! We can't have you starving, now can we?"

Y/n groaned, but stood up and wrapped her arms around Natasha's neck. "You're too good to me," she said, before planting a soft kiss to Natasha's lips.

Natasha chuckled, wrapping her arms around y/n's waist. "You're worth it," she said.

Y/n smiled, before finally getting up and grabbing the breakfast.  

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[lux-emxx]

Quite self indulgent if you ask me. but i wanna cry so . ig this willl have to do

♡

𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒 - marc s.

In which you finally lose your last straw with marc

paring: marc x fem!reader

wc: 1.26k

theme: angst, not really happy ending

✧˚ · . *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ. · ˚ ✧

You were too tired to do this anymore.

You couldn’t stand it. All the excuses were too much.

“I'm sorry, but I can't tonight. I have things to do.” “The number you’ve reached is not available at this time. If you’d like to leave a message, press 1” “Can’t baby. I'll see about it tomorrow.”

The feeling of loneliness and emptiness hung around your head. It followed you like a curse. You remembered the good times. The times you spent together making a mess in the kitchen, or watching a scary movie curled up on the couch. Those times where you would go on long drives without any care for the world. Those times where only you could think of each other..

But they were all gone. The memories kept fading each and every day. There’s nothing to do about it anymore. 

-

“Marc please answer me…please”

The moon hung high in the sky as you waited anxiously to hear the phone ring. Sitting on the floor next to your bed wasn’t ideal, but it definitely beat being in a bed that didn’t feel like home anymore.

After the fifth ring the phone went dead again. No answer. The tears ran down your face as small sobs left your mouth. 

Why didn’t he call me back? Why isn’t he answering?

You decided it wasn’t worth it. You curled up onto your bed and covered yourself with the warm cozy sheets. You slowly drifted off to sleep, trying not to worry over the man you loved so deeply. You hoped you woke up the next morning with him next to you.

-

But alas that didn't happen. The bed was cold and empty as you woke up with puffy eyes. Your heart ached for him to come back. You missed him. You missed his hugs, his smile, his laugh. You missed how his presence made you feel safe. You tried calling him again and again to no avail each time.

“He’s just busy. He’ll come back.” you told yourself..

-

He didn't come back until 8 days later. 8 excruciating days of calls that weren’t returned. 8 days where texts were read but not responded to. 8 days where the sunken feeling of being alone set into your heart.

It was 3 am. You woke from your slumber to get yourself a glass of water when you heard the door open.

You turned your head to see him. The man you’d thought to be the man you could trust. The man who had your heart ever since you were with him. The man who fixed your broken heart. The man that you could never let go of.

“Where have you been, marc?” your voice trembled, already feeling your heart sink as you watched him sit into a chair.

“Mission” he replied in a monotone voice.

“You didn’t tell me. You didn’t return any of my calls. You read my texts but didn’t respond! You didn’t even leave a note! Marc i was-” you started. Your emotions piling over you.

“Get off my back will ya? I had a god awful week and all i need right now is fucking rest. I don’t need to deal with you and your stupid nagging.” he grunted, laying his head into his hand

That was it. That was the last straw.

You had spent time and time again trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Always giving him excuses as to why he wouldn’t pick up. Always trying to forgive him when he gave you his “im sorry it won't happen again” speech. 

But it did happen. Over and over and over again..

And this was it.

You were done.

“I'm sorry you have to deal with me. I never knew that it was such a burden. I’ll go.” you said with a lump in your throat.

“Ok then. Leave. Jesus.” 

And that’s what you did. Packed a bag with your most important things and left.

-

Marc was used to waking up to the smell of your cooking. A warm meal to help him recover from the shit he’s seen. But the morning he woke up half naked on the couch, the apartment was empty. No sizzling pancakes. No distant humming coming from you. Just silence and cold.

He was confused for a minute. He walked all over the apartment looking for any traces of you. Some of your clothes were gone. Your favorite stuffed animal. Your toothbrush and toothpaste. He searched his pockets to find his phone. He opened it to find 26 messages and 29 missed calls from you. He attempted to call you, but when he put the phone to his ear, the phone operator said that the number wasn’t available anymore.

Now he was super confused. What happened?

It wasn’t until he sat down at the table did he remember the early events of that morning. How he told you to leave after you were expressing your worries to him.

Fuck.

He fucked up so bad

Fuck.

-

You got up from the couch of your best friend’s apartment when you heard a knock at the door. SHe was at work and told you to crash as long as you needed. Thankfully, today was your day off, so you spent it on a self indulgent day. 

You walked to the door in your fluffy bunny slippers and your makeup headband. You opened the door to see him.

Marc.

“Baby,” he started..

“No.” you said, closing the door. But he stopped right before it could shut.

“Please , wait, just hear me out for a sec.” he pleaded.

You decided to listen to him, already making up your mind to stand your ground no matter what.

“Look, baby, i'm so so sorry. I'm sorry for not responding to you, or-or returning your calls and not returning your calls. Im so sorry baby, i promise it will never happen again. I promise. Please please please come back to me im so sorry…”

You could tell the emotion and regret. But still. It didn’t make u0p for the pain and sorrow you’ve felt for the last few months.

“Marc listen. I loved you. I was there for you. I supported you. But you took advantage of that. I can’t keep betting on your life. I can’t keep waiting until ungodly hours in the morning. I love you but i don’t think this will change. Im sorry.”

You felt his heart sink. You felt it because so did yours.

Marc didn’t respond after that. He just turned away, heartbroken and filled with sorrow. 

What will i do… without her?

-

9 months had passed. You moved into a new apartment. You got a pet cat you named oreo. You had a very well-paying job. You had everything. You have been happy for a while now. You found joy in little things. 

You were happy

You were.

Right?

-

Marc on the other hand wasn’t doing well. His life was in shambles. He slept constantly. He didn’t listen to anyone. He stayed cooped up in your old apartment, trying to recreate the old memories with you. 

But nothing worked. He had to see you.

He had to.

- 

It was a busy day. You had just gone shopping with your friends when you finally sat down at the food court. You got to the table a bit before them, so you were scrolling on your phone when you felt a light tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see him.

Marc.

Your marc.

“Hey” you started..

“Hey…can I talk to you?” he responded.

✧˚ · . *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ. · ˚ ✧

welp

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[osamusriceballs]

The Accident - Part XIII

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: None

Words: ~ 1,4 k

About: Still problems in paradise.

Part I II -> Next Part

7 missed calls from Atsumu Miya

3 new messages on your mailbox

25 new text messages from Atsumu Miya

"Looks like someone's really eager to talk to you," the taxi driver comments when your phone won't stop ringing, but you just snort and finally turn off your phone. "Seems like it, yeah." He raises an eyebrow at your resigned tone but tactfully keeps any further comments to himself, a gesture you appreciate at the moment.

Your whole body feels numb.

You're furious with Atsumu, that's certain. Part of you wants to confront him, ask how he could sink so low as to cheat on his girlfriend – heck, how he could marry you without telling her. Another part just feels sad and disappointed, just wanting to go back home and get some sleep, hoping things will seem better with time. Maybe you'll find out that all of this is just a bad joke, just a misunderstanding. Perhaps she's not his girlfriend – maybe she is someone who misunderstood that he's married and just had no idea that it's you. But why did she claim to have him in the palm of her hand?

You fight back tears and take a deep breath through your nose, thankfully almost home at this point. You won't try to reach out to him. Not after tonight. He'll either contact you tomorrow and explain everything, or you'll not see him again.

xxx

"He hasn't tried to contact you?" Yachi looks at you with sad puppy eyes while she applies a soft pink polish on her nails. You shake your head and hold your cup of tea a bit tighter. The TV quietly plays a movie in the background, something you two don't really focus on right now, especially not since you're finally talking about Atsumu.

"He called a few times during the night, but after that, nothing. Complete silence. I can't even see his profile picture anymore. I think he blocked me." You swallow the heavy lump in your throat at this words. He blocked you. Like you're some kind of obsessed fan or just a nuisance to him.

It's been a week now since it happened. You expected him to at least call again or maybe even visit your apartment after not seeing you for so long, but nothing. He hasn't bothered even giving you the slightest sign of life. But your heart clenched when you saw that he had updated his Instagram profile today with pictures of him at Onigiri Miya's – and you found the strawberry tiramisu that you both had shared the other day among the pictures, you just can't understand why he would do that.

Yachi closes the small lid and looks at you with anger coating her face while she carefully reaches for her phone. "I'll call Hinata and ask—"

"No!" You shake your head energetically, and Yachi lowers her hand. "Please don't bring him into it. It's embarrassing enough that I thought we had something going on." You bury your face in your hand and sigh, and Yachi quickly wraps her arms around you in a comforting way while making sure her fingers don't smudge her polish.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I never thought he was seeing someone. Hinata also had no idea, I guarantee it. He would have told me instantly if he knew. And Kageyama would have told me as well. They will give him an earful once they know."

You smile bitterly but still feel a bit better at the thought of cute sunshine Hinata yelling at Atsumu. "It's okay; it's not your fault. I'll forget about him. Just another year, and then I'll completely cut him out of my life."

You smile weakly, finally returning the hug with the mug still in your hand. It's time to forget about him. You'll see him in about a year, and that will be the last time. You'll make sure of that.

"Before I forget, Hinata asked if you received the cards for the Olympics match. You don't have to go, but if you want to, he'd be glad for you to come. He really likes you."

"I'll think about it. It's in a few weeks, right? I don't know if I want to see Atsumu so soon again. But maybe for some sort of closure?" You pull back and look at her with furrowed brows, and she nods at your words.

"I get it. But I'm still really disappointed in him. I really thought he's a good guy."

"Me too." You smile sadly, thinking about the pretty woman in the elevator, feeling a pang in your heart.

A part of you is still longing for him. He makes you feel good, he makes you feel desirable and beautiful. He makes you feel like you matter to him, like you're having a part of his heart. Yet, he hasn't told you about that woman, and it makes you feel dirty. The fact that he hasn't reached out after that night is enough to make you want to forget him and erase any foolish hope that this is just a misunderstanding. It's bitter reality.

You just need to make it clear to your heart that Atsumu Miya is no longer part of your life.

xxx

"Samu, she hates me."

"Yeah, and she has every reason to."

Osamu sighs as he watches Atsumu, a big pathetic clump of sadness practically lying on his counter. Atsumu is in no condition to drive home, and Osamu is well aware of that, already planning to drive to his apartment before he can finally go to his own bed. Since that incident a month ago, Atsumu has become unstable, getting drunk every other night, setting up a dangerous routine. Knowing he has an important match coming up doesn't stop him. Volleyball, always his top priority, now takes a back seat to his misery. Not even Bokuto can cheer him up, and Hinata is suspiciously avoiding him. He suspects Yachi finally told him what happened, though Hinata hasn't mentioned it.

"I even posted a pic of me being here tonight. She didn't come."

"You post pictures of being here almost every night. You can't tell me you expected her to come after parting like that? And you know that there's still the chance that she met her on her way downstairs." Atsumu sighs, slowly lifting his head at Osamu's sharp response. His face is red, eyes red-rimmed – a side effect of the alcohol. He looks horrible, and it actually pains Osamu to see him like this.

"Shut it. I'll call her. I got a new number today. I can call her now; I was just waiting for the right moment."

Osamu hesitates but decides it might be good for Atsumu to finally reach out, after being unable to do so during the past few weeks. Doubtful you'll answer, it's late after all, but maybe when you listen to the whole story and if Atsumu does a lot of groveling and explaining- then maybe you two still have a chance. Osamu still has no idea what kind of fate brought the two of you together, but he is certain that you'd make a great couple. If only his twin had a few more brain cells and a bit more luck.

Atsumu has finally managed to find your contact and started a call, which got directed to your mailbox after a few moments. He clears his throat and straightens his posture before he begins to talk, almost looking like his usual self.

"Y/N? It's me, Atsumu. I know it's been a while, but I'm sorry for everything. I couldn't call or text, but I miss you." He sighs and covers his eyes. "I miss you a lot, actually, I've been thinking about you every day ever since that night. I know it's all kind of messed up, but I can explain everything. Please, just let me. Please, y/n. I don't... don't want to lose you." Atsumu takes a deep breath and ends the call, his hands slightly shaky now.

"That was... corny." Osamu cringes, wiping the counter and putting Atsumu's beer aside.

"That's it – my last try of reaching out to her. If she's not answering, I'll just let her go." Atsumu's words are a bit slurred, but Osamu still gets it. He prays you'll listen – or else he'll be in trouble.

xxx

You wake up to a missed call and a message on your voicemail from an unknown number. Probably spam.

Without thinking twice, you delete the message.

#haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #my heart is breaking too T.T #they are all in misery here #rest assured it will someday get better #and it will be dramatic and cheesy and predictable but yeah T.T #I hope you'll still enjoy it <3 #thank you all for keeping up with this #that means a lot to me <3 #feel hugged when you read this! <3

[r0ckgoblin]

The Right Answer - bbf!e.williams x reader

summary: after a really bad day, you call ellie in the middle of the night. just needing someone to talk to, she suggest you two go for a night drive. nothing new right? you guys did this all the time, this night couldn’t be any different. wrong. this night, this night would definitely be different.

a/n: zoo wee mama am i nervous about this one! i got this idea from the clock app, i’ve been really wanting to try a hand at writing for ellie and the prompt was perfect for her imo. omg it was so fun! i hope you enjoy it! woohoo!! (also there’s a surprise guest mentioned 😏)

warnings: if you follow me and/or have read my stuff before you know this shit isn’t fully proofread… i can try to proofread all i want but i always miss something… *sigh*

*lower case is intentional*

you sigh tossing on your back, as if the day couldn’t get any worse, now you were not allowed the sweet blessing of sleep. staring up at the ceiling, wishing the thoughts that kept you awake would just be quiet for one moment. letting out a huff of dissatisfaction, you roll over and grab your phone. opening the message app you hope that the one person that can help you is awake.

ellie was your brother’s best friend since pre-school. within that time the two of you had formed a friendship as well. the two of you would hangout pretty occasionally, especially with your brother away at college. they were both a year older than you so hanging out with them when you were younger wasn’t difficult, you all got along pretty well so to say.

as you got older though, something about the way you saw ellie changed. you would feel certain ways about her, ways you didn’t understand. later you would find out those were ways someone felt about someone they liked. ‘but ellie is a girl..’ early middle school would tell yourself, ‘i don’t like girls…i think.’ you liked girls. these were feelings that could never be spoken about to anyone, because to your family, ellie was family.

“please be up.” you whisper as you open ellie’s contact.

you: are you awake? sent 11:26pm

you close your phone, prepared to try and go to sleep in case she doesn’t answer. you wait impatiently for a few minutes deciding that she is most likely asleep you text again.

you: nvm, we can talk tmrw:) sent 11:29 pm

before you can close your phone again, the message said it had been read and seconds later you see the three dots indicating she was typing.

els<3: sorry i was in the shower, we can talk now. is everything alright?? received 11:30 pm

sighing in relief, you text her back immediately.

you: yea i’m good, just needing someone to talk to. sent & read 11:31 pm

els<3: wanna go for a drive? received 11:31 pm

you: yes pls! sent & read 11:32 pm

els<3: omw recived 11:32 pm

ellie didn't live far and she's not the safest driver either, so you jump out of bed quickly and grab your phone and keys. you walk downstairs and sit patiently on the couch. not even ten minutes pass and you get a notification from ellie.

els<3: here received 11:40 pm

you: gotcha read 11:40 pm

you get up from your spot on the couch and speed walk to the door. "where are you going?" a voice behind you ask. you whip around quickly seeing your brother at the bottom of the stairs. "out with ellie." you answer. "okay be sa- what am i talking about i know how ellie drives. you coming home tonight?" by now your phone is buzzing with text from ellie.

els<3: what's taking so long? received 11:42 pm

els<3: helloo?? received 11:43 pm

els<3: hurry up slow poke! received 11:45 pm

"most likely, why?" you ask. he huffs, "mom and dad come home tomorrow, duh. you know how they are, they want this place spotless." you groan loudly, "oh fuck i forgot, look if i'm not home tonight i'll be back early tomorrow. love you bye, lock the door!" you say hurriedly opening the door and rushing out. "yea, yea love you!" your brother shouts behind you.

you dash to ellie's car opening the door, "hey sorry, my brother and i were talking." you say out of breath. "all good, i figured. by the way," she clicks her tounge, "we gotta get some gas in this baby." she says pointing to the dashboard. "that's fine." you say.

ellie backs out of your driveway and starts heading down the street to find the nearest gas station. "so, what's going on in the world of y/n?" she asks referencing to your need for someone to talk to. you sigh loudly, "a lot," you laugh, "its just a bunch of stuff you know, school and shit. not to mention, guess who i ran into today?"

"no way dude!" she yells. "oh, yea you guessed it, none other than miss anderson herself." ellie looks over at you with wide eyes. "did she talk to you?" you roll your eyes and groan, "what do you think?" if there was anything ellie loved more than life itself, it was talking shit about your terrible exes. "fuck dude, what she say?"

"same old same old, 'y/n i really miss you.' and 'wished things worked between us.' blah, blah, blah." ellie scoffs loudly, "she's the one that broke up with you!" ellie shouts "i know, that's what i'm saying!"

"she can honestly go fuck herself at this point." she says pulling into the gas station. she parks at the available lane and reaches in her pocket, pulling out some cash. "here, if you don't mind getting me a drink and anything you want." you smile taking the cash from her hand and nod. you both get out of the car, "what do want, anything specific?" you ask starting to walk away. "surprise me." you throw her a thumbs up and begin heading inside.

you walk to the drink coolers in the back, grabbing something that you think she'll like and grab yourself something too. you walk to the other side of the store to where the cash registers are. from the window you can see ellie talking to a girl. you watch as they talk, the girl obviously flirting with ellie. were you jealous, no. ellie could talk to whoever she wanted to. besides, any feelings you had for ellie were so repressed, they surely wouldn't be making a comeback. the cashier interrupts your thoughts, "ma'am your total is $4.38." you take your eyes off the view from the window and shuffle through the cash finding a $5 and handing it to him. "thank you, keep the change." you grab the two drinks from the counter and walk out the door, "have a goodnight!" you wish to the man before closing the door.

you walk back to ellie's car, you make eye contact with the random girl. she gives you a dirty look as you open the door and get in. you look at ellie just watching her talk, you notice her body language, she looks uncomfortable. you listen as she asks ellie to dinner and you with all the bright ideas, reach over and honk the horn, when you have the attention of ellie you look at her and throw your hands in the air giving her a stern look. and even though you had nowhere to be you point to your wrist signaling the time. she looks back at the girl, "sorry, my girl has a curfew." she lies. but wait hold on her girl? that made your cheeks burn hot. you watch as the girl walks away and ellie gets in the car. its dead silent pulling out of the gas station and on to the road.

"so," ellie clears her throat, "are we gonna talk about that?" you look over at her, "talk about what?" the girl that clearly wanted in your pants. "there's nothing to talk about." you mumble looking away from her. "oh no, there's something to talk about." ellie then reaches over and grabs your thigh, squeezing in lightly. you grab her hand placing it back into her own lap. "there's nothing to talk about, ellie. just take me home, now." you demand.

"whatever you say." the rest of the ride was inevitably uncomfortable. not one of you spoke to the other, ellie kept her eyes ahead of her on the road and you looked out the window.

when ellie came to a stop in your driveway, you immediately went to open the door, but it was locked. you huff and turn towards her. she gives you an 'oh!' look and presses the button, you quickly jump out and make a beeline for the front door. you hear a car door slam shut and turn to see ellie hot on your tail. you make it to the door, mentally thanking your brother that he forgot to lock it. before you can close it, ellie is pushing her way in. "we're gonna talk about it." she whispers. "there's nothing to talk about, you looked uncomfortable, so i was just trying to help." you whisper back. ellie shakes her head, "that's not what happened. you're gonna tell me the truth."

"what truth is there to tell?" you say frustrated, trying not to raise your voice. "you were jealous, weren't you?" she smirks. you laugh uncomfortably, "no, i wasn't." you cross your arms. "wrong answer y/n, you didn't want me going out with her." at this point ellie almost had you backed into a wall. "no, you can do as you please, i don't care." ellie now has you fully backed into the wall. "mhm, wrong answer." she says sternly, putting both hands on the wall caging you in. "i'm gonna ask you one more time, were you jealous?"

"please, if roles were reversed you would've been fine. its whatever, ellie." you roll your eyes. "no, i wouldn't have been." her eyes are dark and angry. "what?" you say below a whisper. "anyone that touches you, talks to you, looks at you, makes me rage. so no, i wouldn't have been okay. i would've been jealous. and i would be able to tell you that if you asked me." she leans in closer.

you don't know what to say to this. you thought that after all these years of pining over ellie and repressing your feelings for her, you'd never be a situation where she was possibly confessing her feelings for you. "what are you talking about ellie?" you say looking her dead in the eyes.

"please y/n, don't act like you don't know." she scoffs. "so, were you jealous?" she repeats. you bite your lip, not wanting to be honest, "fine, yes i was jealous. are you happy now?" ellie drops her hands back to her side looking to the ground, you think of the worst. what if she’s about to reject you? what if she just wanted to get a rouse out of you and tease you about it later? you watch her for a moment, she then looks up. "right answer." before you know it her lips are on yours. this kiss is slow and sweet, but ellie becomes hungry for more. its getting heated, ellie is grabbing anywhere she can get her hands. her lips move down to your neck and you moan as she nips at it.

you pull away quickly realizing where you were, "maybe we should.." you motion up the stairs. "right, right." she says breathlessly.

a/n:THE END TEEHEE! i cannot describe how excited i am about this fic!! it’s my first ellie one and i think it’s pretty great, maybe i’m biased. this was really fun to write. i wanted it to be smut, but i’m not really good at that so the end is up to ur imagination 😏 ANYWAYS thank you so much for reading this, much love <<33

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you #tlou part 2 #modern au

[bleedingichorhearts]

May I request more shenanigans about our Hydra boys and our knight?

Maybe this time, the reader is desperately trying to make a shopping list, and the astartes keep suggesting absolutely absurd and unnecessary things.

𝕬 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝕺𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Yes you may little Void! This is one of the ways I could imagine this going. Also, who taught our boi Hydra how to type?

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You go shopping, not without a knight and a few texts of course.

TW // None?

Planning on making spaghetti tonight, I made my way into the freezer to get some meat out of it when I realized there wasn't any.

Damn it, Hydra.

I sighed, closing the freezer and took a sticky note and pen off the counter next to the fridge. Clicking the pen, I wrote down 'If you need anything I'll be at the store.' on the note before sticking it to the fridge.

Grabbing my wallet from my bag and heading out the front door. I have almost made it into my car before I was stopped by Solor. The 'Mr. No fun" I heard the Asclepius say before and well... he wasn't wrong, most of the time.

"Where you are going, my lady?" He rumbled, walking up to me while I turned around to look at him properly.

"Nowhere apparently." I groaned, knowing that most of the time Solor doesn't like going anywhere. He likes staying in one spot to make sure everything was in its order.

"So, you were going somewhere?" He asked, shifting his weight.

"No, I was going to the moon." I sassed, barely putting my hand on the handle of my car door before I was lifted up into the air and placed on the silver pauldrons of Solors armor.

"That's no way to treat your chivalry." He huffed, placing his gauntlet on my thigh, squeezing it a little.

"My chivalry?" I questioned looking down at his helmet. "What kind of chivalry kidnaps their maiden?"

"Their maiden? No, this one's all mine." He grumbled. Squeezing my thigh a little harder than before. His helmet nuzzling into my thigh too as I smacked his helmet, my hand buzzing with numbness.

"Your maiden? Since-"

His helmet looked up at me and he growled. "Don't make me take you right here and now." The deep tone of his voice sent a shiver down my spine, bringing a flush to my cheeks. "Now, where are we going?"

"To the store." I mumbled, looking anywhere else but Solor.

-

A buzz came from my pocket while I put a jar of sauce into the cart. Pulling out my phone, I unlocked it seeing a bunch of notification's being sent to my phone.

Asclepius: Are you at the store?

Hydra: You left without me? :(

Levithan: Box?

'Yes I'm at the store. What do you need a box for?' I texted back, pushing the cart forward more.

Levithan: Box.

Hydra: Can I get a machete?

'No, you cannot get a machete.' I responded quickly, then pushed to the next aisle.

Hydra: Awww :(

Asclepius: What do you need a machete for brother?

Levithan: Box

"Yes, I'll get you a box.'

Hydra: Can I get some paint then?

Asclepius: Brother, stop ignoring me.

'No.'

Hydra: ...floaties?

'What could you possibly need floaties for? Do you even know what a floatie is?' I asked in the message. Looking up from my phone for a second to grab a box of brownies.

Levithan: Fabric.

Hydra: No, can I have a croissant lamp?

'What type of fabric? Also no.'

Levithan: Soft. Silky.

Asclepius: May I get a 3-man chess board?

'I have never heard of that, but I can look.'

Hydra: A turtle?

Ascelpius: Oh, and a bean bag chair.

'Didn't you just steal some turtles?'

Hydra: Meat?

'I'm getting some for dinner, and DON'T EAT IT.' I typed the last words clearly.

Hydra: :(

Asclepius: Beans will go well with tomorrow's dinner.

'How do you know of tomorrow's dinner?' I asked. Wondering if he's been getting into stuff he shouldn't be, grabbing the said can of beans.

Asclepius: It's a perk.

Levithan: Swimsuit.

'You. Want a swimming suit?' Thats a weird one. I can't imagine an Astartes in a swimsuit. Would their suit beneath their armor count?

Levithan: No. You.

'Me?'

Asclepius: I think he means lingerie.

Hydra: :D

Levithan: Yes.

Solor: That's enough.

Looking behind me. I gave Solor a questioning look, his visor staring back at me. My phone buzzing in my hand again as I had a sneaky feeling that Solor was doing more than just staring.

Hydra: Buzz kill.

Solor: Get back to your shopping. I've got things to do.

'Well you get back to your guarding then.' I snapped back in text. Feeling the fiery warmth of his gaze now.

Hydra: oooOooo

Another, quick notification slid down the top of the phone screen. A personal message from Solor.

Solor: 'You will not be returning home safely.'

Turning back to Solor behind me, I flipped him off. Watching as his gauntlet tightened and loosened. Another buzz coming from my phone as I looked back at it, reading his new message.

Solor: 'You will be not returning at all.'

Ah, worth it.

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #x reader #yandere #yandere space marine #fanfic #fanfiction #oc: asclepius #oc: hydra #oc: leviathan #alpha legion #oc: solor #gray knight #oneshot #adeptus astartes #astartes x reader #space marine #space marine x reader #ask

[lovesickfoolwp]

i'm right here — conrad fisher

pairing : conrad fisher x fem!reader

summary : you can't say you that don't love your mother, but, one night her victim complex took over and she started a whole fight with you. so, you messaged conrad and asked him to come urgently to get you out of there. you felt like you were suffocating in the house, but little did you know that the suffocating feeling would've still be following you. lucky, conrad was right there with you.

warnings : mommy issues, anxiety, anxiety attack

"you never try to understand when i tell you to do something useful for this family!" your mother's voice could be heard in the background and her words were directed at you, you just didn't know exactly why. because your mother, like any other mother, always found a reason to make a fuss.

but she had already been shouting for several minutes, hurling insults, and yet, you didn't say anything. you just wiped your tears with the palm of your hand, while you wrote a message to conrad, who was your boyfriend for a long time and knew about the situation at your home.

hey, do you think you can come to pick me up real quick?

you were on top of your bed with the door closed, but your mom slammed the door against the wall and started yelling at you from the doorway. "are you even listening to me?"

you hurried to close your phone screen and look up at her. "yeah." was the only word that managed to roll off your lips.

she was not a fool. she saw you with the phone in your hand. so she rolled her eyes and gave you a fake laugh, dramatically even, as she walked out the door and continued her reproval.

your phone buzzed two times in your hand and you quickly looked to see the answer, while holding your breath.

i'm already on my way.

i'll get to you in less than a minute.

at the sight of the texts, you allowed yourself to smile to yourself, at least for a second. then you replied with "OK" and hurried to the door, hoping not to run into your mother.

unfortunately, when you put your hand on the doorknob, you heard a loud voice, her voice, behind you.

"where do you think you're going, young lady?" you turn a few degrees, at the point when you can look at her, and you noticed her positioning herself with her hands on her hips. "i'm not done talking!"

"um, i—," you wanted to say something. anything. you really wanted to. but conrad's car horn got you ahead.

your mother walked past you, pushing you aside and looked through the visor. "is that conrad?"

"yeah."

she moved away from the door and looked at you, dominating you. "and where do you think you are going without my permission?"

"i need a break.” you said in a barely audible tone, but oh, she clearly heard you.

"a break?" she repeated after you and laughed sarcastically. "now i'm such a burden that you need a break away from me?"

you were quick to explain yourself "that's not it—", but the door opened. seeing how long it takes you to get out, conrad understood that something happened and decided to take him the first step.

a stone was taken off from your heart when you saw him, and he, looking first at you and then at your mother, realized that he was right. something had indeed happened.

"ms y/l/n, do you think you can let y/n stay at my place tonight?" he asked your mother, trying to be as calm as possible. he knew that your mother loved you, but he could not easily overlook the way the woman treats you sometimes. "i promised my mother that y/n would accompany us tomorrow to the conference where she would attend, and she insisted on y/n coming early, so she could be having lunch with us and sleeping overnight because we were leaving in the morning."

he couldn't be a more perfect boyfriend. he always takes his time, and leaves his pride away, to explain certain things to your mother in detail. he didn't want to cause you more problems.

being also charmed by how well was conrad raised, when he wanted to show that, your mother didn't stay long to think and agreed. so in no time you were in conrad's car. you set off, but he wasn't going to keep his word.

when you noticed he missed the turn to his house, you asked him "what about the conference you were talking about?"

"there's no conference." he answered you and immediately, taking advantage of the red traffic light, he looked in your direction to see your confused reaction. "I had to have a plausible excuse."

when the red light turned green again, conrad took advantage of the fact that it was late and the road was freer than usual, starting up the car and accelerating the speed.

"so... if there's no conference, where are we going?" you asked him, playing with your fingers to get rid of the feeling of anxiety eating you from inside.

"you'll see," he said stopping the car and looking at you again. he put his hand, which until recently was on the gear box, over your left hand and smiled at you, trying to calm you down. he had noticed that you were playing with your fingers. watching you. "but don't worry. i actually talked to mom and you will be staying over tonight. now," he reached for the door on his side, still holding your hand. "let's go."

he placed a short kiss on your hand and after he got out of the car first, he went around the car and came to your side, he opened the door, holding out his hand to you.

"you're putting on such a show." you said, taking his hand and giving him permission to help you get out of the car, and jokingly rolling your eyes.

"only for you." he said in a serious tone and then laughed lightly. he wasn't the type to say romantic things, but he made an effort for you. he knew that you adored them.

despite the fact that you were on the pontoon, looking at the sea and the sky above you, and he was acting as wonderful as before, maybe even more wonderful if that was possible, the feeling of anxiety had not left you. your mind was against you that day and it sabotaged you by replaying the argument you had earlier with your mother.

conrad was talking next to you, trying to lift your mood, but you couldn't hear him. you looked towards him, but you only saw him moving his lips, while a feeling of insecurity suddenly took hold of you. you wanted to keep the feeling in check. to be strong and stand up to it. but when you remembered that during your fight with your mother, she threatened you that if you didn't start doing what she says you to do, she would be forced to separate you from conrad.

at that moment, the fear of losing him took total control over your body and you started to feel your lungs emptying of air. you tried to inhale, but it was impossible for you.

"y/n!" conrad called out your name, and this time you heard him, putting his hands on your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. "y/n, look at me!" he insisted.

you barely raised your eyes to him, connecting with his, as you tried to breathe.

you didn't show any signs that you can do it on your own. on the contrary, you had started to feel a warmth in your whole body, as if you were on fire, and to become softer in his arms. so he began to breathe in and out deeply, prompting you to do the same. "y/n! you are safe. you're with me. focus on my breathing and follow me."

you tried to do as he told you and you almost succeeded, but getting impatient, being too worried for you, he took his hands from your shoulders. putting one of them around your waist to keep you on your feet, while the other lifted your chin towards him, caressing your cheek with his thumb, he lightly connected his lips to yours. the kiss was a calm one, just trying to keep your mind occupied and waiting for your heartbeat to calm down.

after a few seconds, you pulled back from the kiss and he pressed his forehead to yours, listening carefully to see if you calmed down.

"what was that?" you asked him as your heartbeat stabilized and you started breathing regularly.

he smiled slightly and that's when you realized how close he was. "I guess that that was my new method of calming you down."

you smiled in return and gently wrapped your arms around his neck.

"i liked it."

he chuckled, pulling away from you, not before pressing a kiss to your forehead, saying "of course you did."

you pouted theatrically, laughing immediately afterwards and muttering under your breath, "asshole."

he laughed.

then he immediately turned to you, studying you carefully with his eyes, at which point you felt yourself melting. "what did you just called me?"

"i—" you tried to think of a good lie, but you had noone, so you said quickly, laughing "i didn't called you anything!"

"hm." he made a sound, like an upset child. "are you sure about that?"

he gave you his typical look, looking you up and down, and you bit your tongue by mistake.

you nodded, and he started tickling you so hard, wanting to hear you laugh again. between your laughs and your weak attempts to push him aside, he was preoccupied with enjoying the way your face lit up.

he was madly in love with you.

#tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp fanfic #tsitp imagine #tsitp x reader #conrad fisher #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher fluff #team conrad #the summer i turned pretty imagine

[sudzymactavish]

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon and Johnny finally get a break on missions. Simon has no family to go back to, so Johnny brings him to his. Johnny gets to know simon... in more ways than one. (Sorry for everyone who did want me to use a Scottish accent for soap, I couldn't figure out how to type it.)

Warning: mentions of family loss, military, some PTSD, heavy trauma, written spicy time

After a long and grueling mission, Johnny and ghost are on the plane back to base. Johnny, being the usual chatterbox, is talking to ghost. He mostly receives 'affirmative' and maybe a chuckle, but nothing else. Johnny had always been trying to crack the tough guy ever since he got on the 141, but it never seemed to work. Ghost was too uptight. Too.. professional. It felt crazy thinking that since they are professionals, but ghost was.. just different. He knew ghost wasn't just some killing machine. Ghost was a person underneath that mask. He just had to find out. "So.. your going home to your family?" Johnny asked him, going off track of his usual monolog. Ghost didn't reply for a little. Johnny could tell that something was wrong and wanted to apologize, but then he gave an answer. "Got no family to go back to, mactavish." Johnny felt sorry for ghost. He felt like the next question he was about to ask was rude, so he hesitated. "What? If you've got any questions just ask. You already know the truth." Ghost chimed. Johnny cleared his throat. "Well. How did they pass, if you don't mind me asking LT?" thankfully ghost didn't react too badly, but Johnny still felt the guilt of bringing it up crawl along his spine. "My family was killed. Every last one of them are dead and gone, Sargent." Johnny paused, feeling sympathy for him. "I'm so sorry ghost. I had no idea." Ghost nodded at his words, a little grateful to receive sympathy. But that was a long time ago, and with the help of his therapy he was much better and more of a complete man. The trauma didn't go away, but at least it helped him deal with some of it. "It's alright soap. Gotten help for it. I'm better now." Johnny nodded at this, a silence covering the two after the conversation. For a while they sat, the silence starting to become a little more comfortable until ghost spoke up. "So, why'd you ask?" This was rare. Usually, ghost was the one who sat and listened to Johnny while he started the conversation. Ghost hadn't initiated the conversation pretty much 90% of the time, aside from the usual 'goodmorning' and 'sleep well, Sargent?'. Johnny answered his question. "Well, if you wouldn't mind, maybe I could invite you over to my family? They love to see new people." Johnny chuckled, secretly praying ghost took his offer. "I've got nothing better to do. Sure, soap." Ghost smiled slightly under the mask. Johnny beamed at him, smiling. "Well then. I'll send a message to them and we can fly out tomorrow morning." Johnny said, still smiling wildly.

(I'm so sorry but I'm very tired, I'll be finishing this maybe tomorrow or later tonight so we'll just count this as part one. Thanks for reading!)

#john mactavish #simon ghost riley #cod modern warfare #gay #ghost x soap #soapghost #ghoap #sudzyswritings

[kiarastromboli]

Saying goodbye.

Tonight, it's just me and my cigarette facing the dark and silent night. I tried to play music to mask my sobs, but nothing helps. I know inevitably today or tomorrow I'll have to say goodbye, goodbye to those I love, goodbye to the life I've always known, and in a way, it's for the better, for my future and for myself. But having to turn the page and start over is so terrifying. All the relationships I've built and all the experiences will soon be just a distant memory, and it hurts to have to do this. But I know it's for my own good. It's so hard to know that in a few months, nothing will be the same.

Is this what growing up is? Moving away from everything we've always known and finding ourselves alone? I wish things were different, that I never had to leave my home, but we all know that living off our parents indefinitely is not responsible. So, soon, I'll pack my bags, and I'll find myself alone. I know today I'm scared and sad, but I know that once I get used to it, I'll be happy and proud of myself, proud that I took time and effort for this.

All of this is to say that all good things come at a price. If you have a project that is dear to you, no matter the cost, even if it means being alone or paying a high price, do it. Because the world as we know it is ephemeral, tomorrow everything will have changed, and you won't have the opportunity to do it. I know it's easy to say, but in any case, if it doesn't work out, you can always go back home saying, 'I tried, I did my best, and I dared. I saw and experienced, and now I know.' No matter how many mistakes we make, the main thing is to learn because in a world where we no longer live just to survive but rather to entertain ourselves, it's best to accumulate as much experience as possible.

If you're afraid to take the leap, take this as a message from the universe pushing you to leave your home, explore the world, and try new things. Life is short and cruel; never forget that.

[anonymouscakeao3]

the best wingman is… cake?

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (coming soon)

”You kissed him?!"

"Mari!"

"No no no." Mari screamed, the grin on her face was the biggest one Y/n had ever seen, "You met him that night and kissed him!" she squealed, jumping up and down while holding onto Y/n's arm.

"I may have skipped over a very crucial piece of information..."

"Y/n."

"He's a ninja.."

Mari's face went blank, void of emotion then the grin started growing again, "You kissed a ninja? Which one? Are they nice? Was he nice to you? Did he try to do anything to you?" Y/n defensively held their hands up, "It was the earth ninja, yes the ninja are nice, he was nice to me and no he didn't try anything." Mari smirked, "Was he a good kisser though?" A light slap from Y/n lands on Mari's arm, causing her to giggle again, "It was nothing big! Just a short kiss, I'm sure it didn't mean anything!"

They couldn't help but think that. It has been a few days since the celebration and they haven't seen Cole or the ninja at all, they know that they could be on a mission right now but part of Y/n feels as if he's just forgotten about them.

"Y/n, I'm willing to bet all your jam filled donuts that the kiss wasn't nothing to him," Mari threw her hand over her friend's shoulders, "It sounds like you guys got on very well, he's probably just been caught up with his work."

A small 'ding' ran through the shop, alerting the attention of the two friends.

"Now c'mon, let's go help this customer."

"Thank you Mari."

They turned the corner and were greeted by an older looking man, "Oh hello, I was wondering if i could put in an order for a cake if that's okay?" The two nodded and Y/n noted down everything the man wanted and was trying to achieve, "Is it possible to get it delivered if that's okay? I won't have anyone to pick it up for me." Y/n smiled, "Of course, i can drop that off to your house for you, Can I just get your name please?" "It's Lou."

Lou left the bakery after paying a small deposit, leaving Y/n with the notes of the cake, "So what did that guy want?" Mari called, "He put in an order for a cake, a 'welcome home' cake."

"Any specific details?"

"Medium sized cake, chocolate and vanilla flavour. He wants it to be mountain themed, with rocks and all that stuff. Must be a mountain climber or something."

"Due when?"

"Sunday. We have a couple of days, I reckon I can get this done in two days. One day for baking, the next for decorating."

Mari nodded, "If you need any help, let me know." she said, picking up the piping bag and continuing to pipe the frosting border on a cake. "I'll get started tomorrow. All going to plan, I should finish Saturday then I can deliver it Sunday afternoon." Y/n said, pulling an empty tray from the front storage case, "You can head home whenever you want tonight, I'll close up." "Are you sure? I thought it was my turn to close up." They shrugged, "You can just owe me one, I've just got some work I wanna go over before I head home so I'll sit and do it here." Mari nodded, placing the piping bag down, "I'll pop this cake in the fridge, clean up then go."'

-

The Friday and Saturday flew by fast, Y/n was juggling baking and dealing with customers. Mari had to call in sick both days due to having to take care of her younger sibling which left Y/n to run the shop by themself, which thankfully, not many people came in, allowing them to focus on the cake more.

Sunday is the usual day the bakery is closed. Y/n had finished up the cake the night before and placed it in the fridge, they woke up around 10am and rolled out of bed, opening their phone to review the delivery instructions for the cake, "Deliver around 4pm.. Simple enough, and It's nearby!" They cheered. They opened Mari's messages and started typing.

'how is your sister feeling today?'

'still like shit :p'

'want me to come over and drop anything off?'

'unless its the cure for her flu, it's best you stay away. its pretty nasty :')'

'roger that o7'

'just let me know if y'all need anything'

'eye eye captain y/n! :D'

Y/n laughed, setting their phone aside and sighing, they looked around her room and frowned, "Well, might as well clean my room. I've got a few hours to kill."

By the time 3pm rolled around, Y/n had cleaned their room as well as the kitchen and lounge room. They dressed in their work clothes and grabbed their shop keys, locking up their apartment and driving to the shop.

They had to quickly touch up the cake after pulling it out of the fridge, adjusting some of the rocks that had fallen off or moved. They managed to leave the shop at 3:50pm, packing the cake safely into the car and driving off to Lou's house.

When arriving, Y/n's phone had dinged, signalling a message from Mari.

'there's spare clothes in the boot of your car ;)'

'thank me later, ily <3'

'??'

'very confused'

'why do i need spare clothes?? ://'

'shshshhsh stop messaging me on the job ;)'

They rolled their eyes and slipped their phone into their pocket as they got out and unloaded the cake, walking to the front door and knocking. Soon Lou opened the door, "Ah, right on time," He looked at their name tag, "Y/n, nice to see you. Please, come in!" He moved out of the doorway, allowing them to walk in and shut the door behind them, "If you'd just follow me, I'll take you to the kitchen where you can place the cake and I can give you the money." They followed him through the long hallway of the house, looking at every picture on the wall that they passed. There were other voices coming from a room further down the hallway but they couldn't make out what they were saying.

"Just in here please, dear." They placed the cake on the kitchen counter, marvelling at the nice, expensive looking kitchen. "You have a lovely house sir." "Lou looked surprised but then quickly laughed, "No need to call me sir, that's way too formal for me. Just call me Lou." He stretched his hand out, which Y/n took, shaking his hand. "Please just wait here while I go find my wallet." Lou hurried out of the kitchen and down the hallway, Y/n could hear him talking to the other voices before he returned, wallet in hand.

"Dad, are you ready for cake?"

Y/n tensed up, recognising the voice from the party the other night.

"Just a minute Cole, let me finish paying the nice worker for it." Lou handed Y/n the money and thanked them again. As they turned around, they tried walking to the door with their back turned to what they could guess was Cole and the rest of the ninja.

"Oh Y/n, wait! I forgot your tip!" Y/n mentally cursed, turning around with a nervous smile, now facing both Lou and the ninja, "It's fine-" "I'll pay for the tip dad." Cole said, standing up from his chair and nudging Y/n outside, closing the front door behind him.

The two were now outside, standing on the driveway of the house. "Small world huh, I should've expected you might've been the one delivering the cake after my dad said he got one." Cole laughed, "Yeah, I didn't realise he was your dad." They smiled, fidgeting with the edge of their apron. "Hey, are you okay?" Y/n nodded, "Yeah, just didn't expect to see you here. I feel a little embarrassed honestly." They laughed. He sat down on the top of the driveway, patting the ground next to him, inviting them to sit. Y/n sat next to him, hugging their knees to their chest.

"Why are you embarrassed?"

"I look like a mess and I delivered a cake while looking like a mess to the ninja."

Cole laughed, "You're kidding me right?" Y/n shook their head no. "You look fine, sure you might have a little bit of frosting on your apron but you're a baker, you make cakes, it's to be expected." He threw his arm around their shoulders, pulling them closer and causing them to lean against his shoulder, "Stay tonight, please?" They smiled, "Sure, okay."

The two sat there, looking up at the stars before Y/n jumped up, "No fucking way. I just realised what Mari's message meant." They pulled her phone out of their pocket and read the messages again, "She must've seen the name on the order and realised it was your dad or something because she told me that there was extra clothes in the back of my car." Y/n walked over to their car and lifted the boot open, there in a shopping bag was a pair of Y/n's jeans on the top. Cole walked over to them and helped them shut the boot, "C'mon, you can get changed inside." He smiled.

The pair walked inside, Cole leading them down the hallway towards a dimly lit room, he walked inside and flicked on the light switch, revealing walls that were covered in posters, drawings and multiple photos. The bed was neatly made but Y/n could tell it had been sat on in the meantime, there was also a string of fairy lights hanging above the bed. in the corner of the room was a large desk, multiple pieces of papers and drawings were scattered across the top of it.

"This is my room, you can get changed in here if you'd like."

Y/n walked in, looking all around at the decorated room, "I can just tell this is your room." They laughed, "What's that supposed to mean?" Cole smiled, crossing his arms over his chest, "It just fits you, I don't know how to describe it, but it just gives off a 'Cole' vibe." Y/n placed their bag on the bed, "I'll take that as a compliment." He laughed, walking towards the door and shutting it behind him, leaving Y/n to rummage through their bag to see what Mari had left them with.

"Hey Cole?"

"Yeah?"

"Um.. Do you have a spare shirt or jumper I could borrow please?"

"Are you dressed? Can I come in?"

He carefully opened the door, spotting Y/n sitting on the bed, "Sorry.. Mari didn't pack a shirt and I don't really want to wear my frosting covered shirt." They laughed. Cole waved his hand at them, walking over to his wardrobe, "Don't stress it's fine." He pulled a plain black jumper from the drawer and passed it to them, "I normally wear that to bed but it's clean. Also the others have never seen me wear it so they shouldn't suspect anything if you're worried about them noticing." He smiled, walking back out of the room and closing the door behind him.

When Y/n put the jumper on, all they could smell was Cole and whatever deodorant he used. If you couldn't already tell he was the elemental master of earth, you'd be able to tell if you ever went near him, he smelt like the earth and rain.

They finished getting dressed and opened the bedroom door, jumping slightly when they saw Cole leaning against the wall, he silently led them to the kitchen where everyone was seated at the table.

Y/n sat across from Cole and next to Nya nervously smiling at everyone while they sat down, "Nice of you guys to finally join us, we've been waiting to get into this cake." Kai smirked, nudging Cole with his elbow causing the water elemental, who was sitting directly opposite her brother, to kick his shin under the table. "That was uncalled for." Cole laughed, high-fiving Nya, "It was very called for."

"So Cole, when were you going to tell me about your partner?" Lou asked, taking them both by surprise and causing Y/n to choke on the water they were drinking.

"We're just friends Dad!" He stated, glancing at Nya who was patting Y/n's back as they recovered.

"Friends don't wear each other's jumpers, son." He smirked, neatly placing his hands on the table.

"How do you know that's mine?"

"Cole, I'm your father, I know everything. Also you used to wear it around home all the time."

Cole dropped his head on the table while Y/n covered their face with their hands, the others laughing in the background. "Alright, alright." Lloyd started, "Let's leave the lovebirds alone and have some cake." He grabbed a knife and handed it to Cole who took it and slid the cake towards him, he glanced at Y/n who was trying to look everywhere but at him and sighed, placing the first cut in the cake.

He cut the rest of the cake and served slices to everyone, giving Y/n their slice last. They looked over at him and smiled, quietly thanking him.

The rest of the night was quiet. mainly consisting of the ninja sharing stories to Lou about their adventures and things they've seen and Lou sharing stories about his life before Cole was born.

One by one, the ninja started walking back to the monastery, bidding their goodbyes to Cole's father. Lou eventually headed to bed, apologising to both Cole and Y/n for embarrassing them in front of the other ninja before heading into his room. Leaving Cole and Y/n in the living room together, sitting on the separate couches.

"Sorry about my dad," Cole started, "He doesn't miss a chance to embarrass me." he laughed, glancing at Y/n who smiled in response, "Don't stress." They glanced at the clock, 'Hm, almost 11pm.' They sat up and tied the laces to their shoe, "I think I should get going, it's pretty late." They glanced up at Cole through their hair and watched as he looked up at the clock himself, grimacing at the time. "Sorry, I didn't realise how late it was. Did you want to stay here for the night?" Y/n stood up, "No it's fine, I don't live too far so It's not too long of a drive, but thank you."

"Can I at least walk you out to your car?"

"Of course, please protect me Mr Ninja in case any snakes try to nab me." They both laughed.

Cole guided them to the front door, pulling it open for them then walking out himself. The street was quiet, the only source of light coming from the lounge room window and the dim street lamps. Y/n unlocked their car and put their bag in the backseat, shutting the door and then leaning against the car.

"This gives me deja-vu." They laughed, causing Cole to tilt his head slightly, "What do you mean?"

"Well last time, I walked you out to your car, remember?"

"Oh yeah." He smiled.

"Did you want your jumper back? I can quickly get changed in my car."

"No no it's fine. I'll get it when I come into the bakery one day." He smiled, "Besides, It suits you."

Y/n blushed slightly, thankfully it wasn't too noticeable due to the lighting, "Guess I'll just have to take it with me to work everyday in case you come in."

Cole laughed, "I'll come in soon I promise."

They stood there in silence, pretending to look up at the stars while sneaking glances at each other.

"You should really head home, it's getting late." He said, head still facing the sky.

"And what if I don't want to leave yet?" Y/n grinned, crossing their arms over their chest.

"You're more than welcome to stay but I think we both know you'd rather be in your bed than sleeping on the couch."

Y/n rolled their eyes, "Yeah, you got me there." They pulled their car keys out of their pocket and turned back to Cole, leaning up and placing a small kiss on his cheek, "See you soon then." They smiled before unlocking their car and getting in, soon driving off, leaving Cole standing there holding his cheek while smiling.

#ninjago x reader #ninjago #cole brookstone x reader #ninjago cole x reader

[karmalynn500]

Protective older brother

character ~ stu macher

Word count~2193

request~no ~ yes

warnings ~ mention of death, mention of cheating, insensitive reader, fighting, mentions of sex, ooc Stu? Sexual jokes, I think i prof read it but I’m not 100% sure..

“Stu stop” y/n giggled. Stu had snuck in through her window to avoid dewy, who had gotten really protective after the woodsboro massacre. Stu really liked to put his protectiveness to the test though, so now here he is starting to get loud even though he's not supposed to be here. “Your being to *laugh” loud” y/n giggled trying to squirm away, “you don't sound like you want me to stop, if anything it sounds like you want me to continue” he loudly teased. “Dewy can't know you're here! He’ll kill you” y/n managed to get out in between fits of giggles. “Aw you're no fun” he continued his attack not caring that dewy would be home any second now. y/n reached down grabbing his wondering hand, successfully stopping him before things went too far. “Ok babe, you really need to stop before dewy gets home, i think he hates you” stu smiled sweetly, “well if he kills me at least i get to see you, or maybe he can kill me while i'm thrusting inside you” stu wiggled his eyebrows, y/n blushed rolling her eyes. “Not tonight stu, dewy won't be here this weekend remember, you're going to have to wait” y/n leaned up and connected there lips, for a quick soft kiss. “No fun” stu teased against her lips. y/n laughed pecking his lips again. “y/n!” the unmistakable voice of her brother dewy called from down stairs. y/n pulled away from stu letting out a frustrated groan. “y/n whys your door locked” y/n rolled her eyes at how her brother was acting. “Cause dear brother, YOU NEVER KNOCK” she yelled pushing stu off her gently, y/n pointed to the widow, stu got the message quickly kissing y/n “i'll see you tomorrow but you need to leave” y/n whispered against the tall man's lips, stu pulled away with a small smile, “meet me at the lake” he whispered he went to leave but needed to add “oh and where a bikini, i want easy access” and with that he was gone. Y/n rolled her eyes before walking to the door where dewy was continuously knocking.

“Where are you going?” y/n cringed, turning to face a very unimpressed dewy. “To a friend's house” dewy raised an eyebrow, turning his attention to the bag in y/n’s hand. “You're taking your swimming bag” y/n cursed herself for not changing the bag before she attempted her escape. “Yeah my friend has a pool” y/n attempted to lie, “i know all your friends, and i also know the only one with a pool is stu” damn, “ok i'm going to the lake! So not to stu's house” y/n tried to save her, not going out with stu lie, “why were you lying hmm, are you hanging out with stu today!” y/n glared, dewey sent one back. “Ok so maybe i'm going to hang out with stu! He was my best friend before everything, you can't keep me away from him” y/n put her foot down, she was not going to take no for an answer. “But-” dewy started, y/n crossed her arms glare harding shaking her head. A car horn interrupted their glare off, causing the siblings to jump. y/n looked out the window next to the riley family door, billy's car sat parked in front of her house. y/n smirked, her eyes meeting dewy’s once more. “Billy's here gotta go bye” y/n yelled as she slammed the door behind her. She ran to Billy's car with a smile “ you are so lucky stu’s annoying, i wouldn't be here if not” Billy grunted as y/n got in the car, y/n rolled her eyes with a humores smile. “You sure it's not because you love me? Cause i get why you would, i'm the hottest” billy smirked while rolling his eyes.

Billy pulled up to the lake, motioning for y/n to get the fuck out. “Thank you Billy” y/n quickly hugged him before jumping out of the car. She  walked down to a subtle little area, not a lot of people know about. Its the perfect spot for secret dates with your secret boyfriend. “y/n!” stu smiled running up to her, “hi honey” y/n smiled as stu wrapped his long arms around her, attaching to her bum. “I require kisses”  stu leaned down with a smirk, y/n rolled her eyes jokingly before leaning up and kissing him sweetly. Stu smiled against her lips, “you ready to swim” she pulled away, stu frowned, shaking his head, “one more kiss” stu reconnected their lips. It was y/n’s turn to smile against his lips, and even though that basically broke the kiss, he kept her head in place, lips still touching. “I like your swimsuit” y/n giggled at Stu’s comment, rolling her eyes as she opened them to pull away, “you don't even know what it looks like, i'm wearing a t-shirt and shorts” he laughed, kissing her nose, “i know” stu pulled the shirt up and over y/n’s head, starting to strip her. “Now your pants” he backed away while licking his lips. “Oh my god, you're such a freak” she giggled before shimmig her way out of her pants.

y/n and stu spent the day mostly in the water, attacking each other with it. y/n’s stomach was starting to hurt from the amount of lake water she consumed while being dunked by stu, for the sixth time.. “Are you trying to kill me?” she tried to sound stern, but she was giggling too much for it to show. “Yes” he giggled back, y/n rolled her eyes with a smile. Stu lifted y/n, carrying her to the blanket he had laid out before y/n had even got there. Stu sat y/n down, before flopping onto his back next to her, “you know.. I have always loved you” stu sighed happily, bringing her hand to his lips, leaving a soft kiss on her palm. y/n layed down, putting her head on his chest. “Oh yeah? I thought you loved tatum” tate was a sore spot for the two, they had started dating two weeks before the party, stu had been working up to ending it with Tate. When she died y/n had ignored stu, she didn't blame him for tate's death she just felt bad and stu reminded her of what she had done. “I had always liked you.. But i thought tatum was cute, she was a good fuck and in my mind you didnt like me” stu shrugged. y/n drew patterns on his stomach as she thought. “Do you ever miss her?” she asked with a frown. “As bad as it sounds, not really.. She was always bitching” stu chuckled.

“y/n its midnight” dewy scolded as y/n stepped through the door. “Do you even move” y/n rolled her eyes once she realized her brother was in the same spot. “Yes, i get up to get food, now where were you cause you sure as hell weren't at the lake” of course he checked, y/n couldn't help the gare that settled on her face, “we went to the lake- dewy i know you don't trust him, but he didn't kill tate!” y/n sighed, wiping the frustrated tears from her eyes, dewy had this crazy theory that stu and billy killed everybody just because it was stu’s house, and both their girlfriends died. “You don't know that, stu didn't invite you remember, you had to find out through tatum, why would that be, your his best friend after all” y/n sighed, “i'm going to bed” as y/n was walking up the stairs she heard, “i don't trust him, he’ll kill you if you do”

“Wow! Your brother must really hate me” y/n jumped in surprise. “Stu what are you doing here” y/n scolded, stepping all the way into her room and locking the door. “Missed you” stu shrugged flopping back onto y/n’s bed definitely getting it wet. “Stuuu” y/n groaned, going to grab a towel for her and her wet boy. “Here take this and take a shower, i have some clothes you left here for when you get out” y/n shoved the towel into stu’s arms. “Yes your majesty” he jokingly bowed, before giggling and walking into the bathroom. y/n sighed, picking out what she was going to wear to bed. She settled on one of Stu's t-shirts and cute flower shorts. “Showers all yours” stu smirked when he noticed y/n checking him out. y/n couldn't help it, her boyfriend just came out of her bathroom in only a towel with water dripping down him, her eyes made contact with his v line, before slowly making there way up to his eyes, “we should have taken a shower together” he smirked walking over to her movies, “yeah well i needed to grab clothes” y/n shrugged. y/n kissed stu’s back before walking into the bathroom.

y/n’s sight was blurry, and the sun that peaked through her curtains burned her eyes. She was happily tucked into Stu's side. “How long have you been awake?” y/n asked, looking up and meeting stu’s blue eyes. “I don't know” stu shrugged before kissing y/n on the crown of her head. “Mmm, wish i could wake up like this every morning” y/n sighed happily, stu nodded. “You can, if you tell dewy about us” she frowned, turning to lay on her back, making sure to stay in stu’s arms. “Yeah cause that would go over well” y/n sat up, moving to sit on stu’s stomach,  “he's going to find out one way or another, we should tell him rather than someone else or him catching us” stu shrugged, moving his hand to rest on y/n’s thighs. Sometimes when Stu showed just how smart he was, it upset y/n, this is one of those moments. “ stu, i love you… but give me a little bit of time to warm dewy up to you, he literally hates you” stu let out a joking “ouch” before pulling y/n down for a soft kiss.

“Dewy? I thought you were at work” it was around noon, and y/n had to get out of bed eventually, her and stu getting hungry happened to be what got her up. “Why is stu’s car a block down” y/n rolled her eyes, how did he connect a car a block down to stu.. “I don't know, probably slept with some chick, a block down” y/n shrugged putting two pieces of bread in the toaster. “Only old people live a block down” dewy glared “never stopped stu” y/n giggled at dewy’s gasp. “Really dewy, go to work! You're going to get fired if you keep doing this” dewy sighed, “yeah yeah” dewy waved me off before leaving.

Stu stayed all day, up until they heard Dewy's car pull up. “I'm going to take that as my que to leave” stu sighed. y/n frowned, she hated sneaking around with stu. “Maybe.. Maybe its time we tell dewy, im sure he will be happy to hear your not fucking some old grandma like i told him you were” stu giggled, pulling y/n into him, “old age has never stoped me” y/n kissed him softly, pulling away with a giggle, “thats why i said it”. y/n pulled stu down the stairs. “Well stu definitely wasnt fucking any old lady, unless their lie-” dewy looked up, not finishing his sentence. Dewys eyes went from stu, to y/n and stu’s intertwined hands. “No” y/n

rolled her eyes “no y/n you can't date him” dewey said sternly, “why” y/n frowned holding onto stu’s hand tighter. “Cause- hes our dead sister's boyfriend for starters” he shouted back, y/n glared “but he's not, she's dead dewy” he glared at y/n “no! No, no, no! He's bad news y/n, and im not letting you continue this!” y/n glared “you can't stop me, we just came down to tell you so we could stop sneaking around” y/n leaned into stu, “ew don't lean- ugh! There's no way he can protect you- he couldn't protect tatum” y/n frowned, “dewy, stu wasn't with tate at the time, you know this. And don't forget you were at that party to” y/n knew dewy blamed stu for tate's death, but it's time dewy admits it's not stu’s fault. “But he should have been” dewy had started crying by this point. “Dewy…” y/n ran into the living room, hugging him. “I'll give stu a chance- if he blows it don't expect me to like him, or let this continue” i smiled tightening my grip on dewy. “Thank you”

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